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Get on, you brute!

( growling )

Good dog, Brute,
my boy.

Who's the best dog
in the world?

You are.

BECKY:
You, a mere country gentleman?

No, Sir Pitt,
I know you better.

I know your talent
and your ambition.

I showed Lord Steyne
your pamphlet on malt,

and now everyone
is talking of it.

Really?

I had no idea.

BECKY:
He told me that in the opinion

of the whole cabinet,
it is the most masterly thing

to have appeared
on the subject.

But you know that,
don't you?

You know your true worth.

You want to distinguish
yourself in Parliament,

and it's only right
that you should.

How that woman
comprehends me.

She shows a grasp
of malt that...

( sighs )

Well, she showed my pamphlet
to Lord Steyne, you know?

Steyne, who cut me
at the levee last year.

Now he wishes
to make my acquaintance.

Well, it seems
I'm somebody after all.

We shall have to spend
more time in London, Jane.

I think I shall buy
a new court dress.

Pitt, my dear?

Yes, what?

You don't think
that Mrs. Crawley

might have been flattering you
for her own ends?

No! No, no.

No, I'm sure she spoke
out of a genuine interest,

and a desire

to help my parliamentary career.

My dear, I only ask
because before they came here,

you said you were sure

that they'd be dunning you
for money

before they'd been

two nights
at Queen's Crawley.

Did I really?

( chuckles )

Well...

I always believed that
Colonel and Mrs. Crawley

would turn out to be
much worthier

than they're made out to be,

and they've not
been dunning you for money after all.

No, no, absolutely not.

Though I did discover they're in
a pretty tight situation, Jane.

Rebecca was very
reluctant to speak about it,

but I got it out of her
in the end

and, well,
I've given Rawdon a draft

on my bankers for a hundred.

My dear Pitt, you are
the most generous of men.

Good-bye, old boy.

We shall see each other
very soon in town.

Yes.

Yes, indeed.

Good-bye, little man.

I shall miss you.

Such a fine little man.

He's a nice little
fellow, ain't he?

I hope Pitt and I
are as blessed

as you and Mrs. Crawley.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'm sure you will be.

Good little fellow,

you can help
drive the coach.

One, two, three.

RAWDON:
What's this?

I thought we'd seen off
the bailiffs long ago.

( man clears throat )

Mr. Wenham.

Welcome back,
Mrs. Crawley, Colonel.

Lord Steyne presents
his compliments,

and wonders whether
he might call tomorrow

for a drive
around the park?

You can tell His Lordship

we shall be delighted,
shan't we, Rawdon?

Hmm.

Oh, be careful, Georgy.

Oh, Miss Osborne.

It's so pleasant
to see you here.

Have you come to
listen to the band?

Yes, it reminds me
so of William,

you know, far away
in India.

How is your dear
brother, Miss Dobbin?

He is well,
thank you.

Ah, here is Amelia now.

And is that
little George?

He is so like him!

Such a handsome boy.

Oh, dear, this is
very difficult.

You see, my father...

Miss Dobbin,

you must excuse me.

I may not stay.

Was that not Jane Osborne?

Yes.

She was called away
before I could tell her-

and you-
my news of William.

What news?

Is he coming home?

No.

But we expect William
to announce his engagement

very soon
to Miss Glorvina O'Dowd-

Mrs. Miss O'Dowd's
sister-in-law, you know.

Has he mentioned
Miss O'Dowd to you?

No. No, he's not.

Nor yet to us,
not directly,

but a little bird tells us
she's captured William's heart.

" 'Tis the last rose of summer,
oh, blooming alone "

" All her lovely companions
are faded and gone "

" No flower of her kindred,
no rosebud is mine "

" To reflect back her blushes
or give sight or sound. "

Ah, Glorvina, me darling,

that was delightful.

If I can bring
a little happiness into a heart

far from home.

Yes, indeed.

Is it cooler now?

I have a fancy for a little turn
about the terrace.

Well, maybe I'll just linger
a little

on the veranda
at any rate.

Now why don't you go
and join her, William?

You can see how
the poor girl yearns for you.

WILLIAM:
No, no, no.

She only practices
on me as she does

on Mrs. Tozer's piano.

She'll be glad
to have you.

She's a fine healthy girl
and she's got good blood,

and you're
a quiet man

like O'Dowd here.

You want someone
to speak for you.

Mrs. O'Dowd...

Oh, go out to the girl.

Mrs. O'Dowd...

I will, for it would be
discourteous not to,

but I beg of you
not to construe it...

that that is...

Excuse me.

There.

That's a job well done.

You're barking up
the wrong tree, Peggy.

There was only ever one girl
for poor old Will Dobbin,

and she's a thousand
miles away.

Did you see him close?

Yes.

And he's such
a handsome boy, Papa,

and so like...

George.

He's like his father.

Very like.

Oh, very, very
like, Papa.

I want to see him myself.

GEORGY: Left, right, left,
right, left, right, left, right...

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right...

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right.

Halt!

Attention!

OSBORNE:
"To Mrs. George Osborne.

"Madam, I hereby offer to take
upon myself the whole expense

"of the care and education
of my grandson,

"and also to make him my heir.

"The boy will live
entirely with me,

"but will be
occasionally permitted

"to visit his mother who will
receive an allowance of her own

"such as will relieve
any fears of poverty.

"In return for this,

"Mrs. George Osborne
will forfeit any rights

in the upbringing of her son. "

No.

How dare he offer
to buy my child from me?

How dare he?

We may be poor,
but I hope

I'm not so desperate yet

that I'd sell my own child.

Whatever are you talking about?

I can't speak of it, Mama.

Mother says I may have
a new suit

just like Golding Major's
with straps to my trousers.

Did she, indeed?

And how is he to have
a new suit, Emmy,

when we haven't even
the money to pay the grocers?

AMELIA:
I don't understand, Mama.

George's suit will come out
of the money I've saved

from the little
I've kept back from my pension,

and with Joseph's remittances.

"Joseph's remittances"!

We are like to be thrown
into the streets,

and you talk of new suits
for your boy!

Here's all the money
that I've saved.

MRS. SEDLEY:
Thank you, my love...

but there
is another way.

And there is still
my India shawl

that Major Dobbin sent me.

I shall sell that.

That'll buy a suit for Georgy
and books and a new great coat

for poor Father.

So, you see, we're not
so very desperate after all.

And I shall write
to Jos today.

What?

What is it?

Shall you tell
her, John?

Father?

JOHN:
Ah, now, well...

Well, first you should know

that I have been expecting
to receive...

well, still am expecting
to receive,

despite delays
and disappointments,

dividends,
substantial dividends,

from a business venture

which I have
been engaged upon and which...

and which has failed

like all the others.

No... no, no, we don't know
that yet- not for certain.

Now, don't fret.

It's not your fault.

Rogues... take
advantage of him.

They... they see he's not
the man he used to be.

But how should this
affect Jos's remittances?

Surely he must see we have
all the more need of him.

Jos hasn't stopped
his payments, Emmy.

Oh, he sends
them faithfully

the first of
every month.

Then what?

You see, my dear, in order
for me to take advantage

of this unique
business opportunity,

it was necessary for me
to give certain guarantees

as to the provision
of working capital.

In short, to raise
a... a certain...

sum to be repaid
in installments,

which would, of course,
be offset

by the substantial dividends,
which... which...

MRS. SEDLEY:
Which never came.

But I still have the most
sanguine expectation

that they will come.

So Jos's monthly payments...

Go directly
to the moneylender

as soon as
we receive them.

Oh, Papa.

You'll despise
your old father now.

( sobbing ):
Oh, Papa, it isn't that!

AMELIA:
You did it for the best, I know.

It's just...

( sobs )

Oh, God, what am I to do?

A memorable day.

A very memorable day.

A man's first day in the House
is a day to remember.

And your
maiden speech-

what was it
about again?

Malt.

Of course it was.

My lord tells me
it was received with...

( clears throat )

That it was very
well received.

Oh, I...

I believe it was.

And now I think
I really must be going,

to my very great regret.

So soon?

It is after midnight,

and Lady Jane can never sleep
sound of a night

when I'm abroad,
you know.

Good God.

BECKY: If you must, you must.

My warmest felicitations
to the countess.

Mmm.

A bientot.

Good night, Rawdon.

Dammed bore, that fellow is.

Now, now, you
must be good.

Isn't it time...

the Colonel went to bed?

Naughty!

( chuckling )

I'm surprised
at you.

Rawdon...

I must have a sheep dog.

A what?

A moral one, I mean, to
keep the wolves off me.

( chuckles )

( whispering ):
Don't worry, my lord.

She won't bark at you.

( chuckling )

BECKY:
Miss Briggs, you truly think

you might consider
my proposition?

Mrs. Crawley, though I'm
quite comfortably situated,

I believe I'm not one of those
who's happiest living alone.

As to salary...

Oh, there's no need
to speak of that.

Dear Miss Crawley...

left me an annuity, you know.

Of...?

600 pounds a year.

( saucer clattering )

In the three-percent consols.

Do you hear that, Rawdon?

Well, Miss Briggs, we shall
be able to help you, then.

If you entrust your affairs
to dear Rawdon here,

he could easily double
your income.

RAWDON: Double it?

I should say...

treble it.

( chuckling )

( Miss Briggs gasps )

Oh!

I was wondering...

Yes, Mr. Raggles?

... Whether you
might be able

to let me have
a little something.

Tricky times, you know,
tricky times, Mr. Raggles,

but I'll see
what can be done.

Pretty soon, you know?

BECKY: " You wakened my passions,
my senses have charmed... "

( piano playing )

" In vain against merit
and Cupid I stroll "

" What's life without passion,
sweet passion of love? "

" Elysium to him
but a desert will prove "

" What's life without passion,
sweet passion of love? "

( music stops )

( somberly ):
Oh, George, help me to bear this.

"To Mr. John Osborne.

Dear sir..."

JANE:
"As my father has met with fresh misfortunes

which have entirely
ruined him..."

Good.

"It is with the
greatest sorrow,

"though I know that
you will do everything

that is in your power
to make him happy..."

Yes?

"That I feel I must
accept your kind offer to take my son."

Hush!

Excellent.

AMELIA:
Now, you mustn't be frightened,

for I'm sure your Grandpapa
Osborne will be very kind.

I won't be frightened.

You said yourself

I'll be better off there,

and Grandpapa is going
to give me a gold watch.

Good boy.

Can I go now, Mama?

Amo, amas, amat,
amamus, amatis, amant.

GEORGY:
That's Latin.

There's a good private school.

Better than the paupers' school
that woman sent you to, eh?

I'll say.

Give me some more claret, Aunt.

Take some water
with it, Georgy.

And spoil a good wine?

Pour it.

The boy's got a good head
on his shoulders.

Pour it out, I say.

Pour the wine,
woman!

You may leave us, madam.

And the rest of you, out!

( chuckles )

You, sir...

I tell you this...

you're the very spit and image
of your father at your age.

You are.

And he was the finest son...

The finest son a man
could ever wish for.

He was a very brave soldier.

None braver, my boy...

and strong...

and good.

And he loved his father more...

As much as...

But then we fell out, you see-

your father and I-

and he...

well, we never could...

And then... you see, he...

You're the very spit and image
of your father.

And you will be
everything that he would have been.

Now, do you understand
what I'm telling you, boy?

Yes, sir.

( pouring wine )

Well, let's drink a health to...

To us.

( glass clink )

( retches )

( sniffling )

( crying )

( playing slow piano melody )

BECKY: So...

how did you find
His Majesty?

( chuckles )

LORD STEYNE:
I didn't realize

you were so concerned
about his health.

( resumes playing piano )

I'm sorry, Father.

What's going on?

Whose is this?

It's his.

You know...

Lord Steyne.

I say.

Can't have Lord Steyne
going around

with a hole
in his hat, what?

I wouldn't care.

Come on, up to bed
with you, me boy.

Why is he
always here?

Well, he's, uh...
going to help us,

so your mother
says, you know-

positions, advancements,
that sort of thing.

Best leave
all that to her.

We're not clever enough
for that one, eh.

I don't think
Mama loves me, Pa.

Oh, yes, she does.

She loves you well enough.

She just has her own way
of showing it, that's all.

( sighs )

( both chuckling )

Rawdon.

Wonderful news.

I'm to be presented
at court.

We're going with Sir Pitt
and Lady Jane,

and clever Lord Steyne
has arranged it all.

Oh, I say.

That's jolly good, isn't it?

LADY JANE:
What a fine big boy!

But you're not dressed.

Aren't you coming to see
your mama presented?

No, Aunt.

Children aren't allowed
at court.

Oh, I see.

BECKY: Well, then,

are we all ready?

It's such beautiful brocade,
Rebecca.

It's so like that piece

I couldn't find, Pitt.

I was sure it was in
our London house somewhere.

Where did you get yours,
Rebecca?

Oh, I can hardly remember.

I must have had it
these hundred years.

I don't know how she does it,
Lady Jane.

She's a wonder,
isn't she, what?

And the deuce knows
where she got those diamonds.

Not from me,
I'll be bound.

Why, you silly man,
where do you think I got them?

I hired them!

Ah.

All except this little clasp...

Which a dear friend
gave me long ago.

And they're all going back
tomorrow morning,

not like your lovely stones,
Lady Jane.

Isn't this fun?

And thank you, dear Pitt,

for making all this possible
by welcoming me

into the family.

Truly, I shall never forget
your kindness.

Closer.

I should like to know you better,
Mrs. Crawley.

Some evening
at Lord Steyne's, perhaps?

I should be honored, sir.

My Lady Steyne...

( baby crying )

I want you
please to send

a card to Colonel
and Mrs. Crawley.

I will not write
to that person.

Send the children
out of the room.

Go!

Now sit at that desk

and write the card
for the party

from Friday fortnight.

I will not be
present at it.

I shall go home.

I wish you would.

You're here
to provide children

and present
a pleasant face.

You've done one thing,

and by God, you shall
do the other.

If I choose to invite

my young friend,
Mrs. Crawley, to my house,

you will have
no objection.

You may strike me
if you like, sir.

My sweet Mary.

I just want to correct
little faults

in your character.

BECKY:
Oh, Monsignor, how grateful I am to you.

Are you?

But of course, I am.

How grateful?

Very, very grateful.

How grateful is that?

As grateful as you could
possibly imagine.

( snoring )

If you don't get rid

of that abominable
sheep dog of yours,

I shall have
her poisoned.

( Becky chuckles )

You shan't be able to,

because I always feed my dog
from my own plate.

You imagine my patience
is inexhaustible.

No, no.

I wish that...

Indeed, I do wish.

But I...

I can't send her away.

You owe her wages,
I suppose.

When we were reduced
to our last guinea,

she gave us everything.

She'll never leave us
until we are utterly ruined,

which doesn't seem far off,

or until I can pay her back
to the last farthing,

which seems
utterly impossible.

How much is it?

1,250 guineas, sir.

God's blood!

I couldn't help it.

Believe me, it was
my only chance.

I daren't tell Rawdon.

He'd kill me if he knew
what I'd done.

I've kept it a secret
from everyone...

except you.

You forced it from me.

Oh, what shall I do?

What shall I do?

You drive a very
hard bargain, little woman.

You may wait
upon my bankers

tomorrow morning.

They'll furnish you
the wherewithal

to let your sheep dog loose.

While you're at it,

send that miserable son of yours
to boarding school.

The fee is to me,
of course.

Your husband, I suppose,
can be trusted

to stay out of my way?

He always does what I tell him.

Unless he's threatening
to kill you, huh?

Don't overplay
your hand.

You've got yourself
in very deep now.

BECKY:
What a long face.

You're not going to have
your teeth pulled, you know?

You're a very lucky boy

to be going
to such a good school.

I don't want to go away, Mama.

I want to stay here

and be a day boy.

Thought you might have
come with us, eh?

See the boy settled
and all.

BECKY:
You do as you please.

I have your interests
to attend to,

as you can't attend
to them yourself.

Big boys don't want their Mamas

fussing around them, do they?

( crying )

I must go,
I'm expected in the mall.

Good-bye, Rawdy.

Be a good boy.

Oh, come on, now,
enough of that.

I muddled through
well enough at Eton,

and so will you.

Eh?

I should say.

I'll miss him.

MAN:
Lord Steyne, ma'am.

Oh, my lord,
Mrs. Crawley is not at home

and neither is the Colonel.

Compose yourself, Miss Briggs.

It's you I came too see.

Oh.

Let's sit here.

I imagine
you're feeling

very fond of our young friend
Becky just now.

She's let you have
a little something

you were not expecting to get.

Sir?

Oh, yes, my lord.

This black silk gown
which she presented

to me just
the other day.

So kind and thoughtful of her.

And nothing else?

No.

Now, Briggs,
you know me.

I'm an old friend
of the household.

Would you tell me how much
of your money you've entrusted

to Colonel and Mrs. Crawley?

�600, sir.

600?

He made me ask
for that sum,

and he told me
he paid Miss Briggs.

I didn't dare
to doubt him.

He is desperate.

I believe he has
debts of honor.

I've lost 1,250,

and the sheep dog's
still snug in the kennel.

It's not my fault.

I didn't want it so.

I wish that she were
gone so that...

My carriage stands
over there.

Perhaps we should
discuss this matter

with a degree or so
of privacy, ma'am?

Yes.

( sniffling )

Briggs, I have
some wonderful news for you.

Well, the thing is, now
young Rawdon's gone to school,

and very happy there,

Becky says she
doesn't need a companion

so much anymore.

I think old Steyne

has been damn generous
about the whole thing.

He's paid off Briggs
and now he's looking after

the boy's schooling.

( Rawdon chuckling )

Rawdon...

Hmm?

While Lord Steyne

is a generous
and influential nobleman,

and his patronage
is highly valued-

I felt the good effects of it
in my own modest efforts

at advancement-

he does...

enjoy a, uh...
certain reputation.

Mm-hmm.

And I think
it would be

very bad if he were thought
to be...

Keeping your family,

if... if you follow me.

Good God, man,
what do you mean?

Oh, nothing about
Becky, I hope.

Oh, she jollies
Old Steyne along,

of course she does,
but there's nothing she wouldn't

own up to
in Sunday school.

LADY JANE:
Of course, but Rawdon,

one cannot be too careful
about... appearances.

FOOTMAN:
Colonel and Mrs. Rawdon Crawley.

MAN:
Good evening, Mrs. Crawley.

I hope you'll
be staying on later

for the entertainments.

But of course.

The Colonel prefers
an early night, I understand.

Perhaps I could offer him
my carriage.

My old warrior
likes to walk home

when he doesn't have
to think of me.

Capital scheme.

That's that, then.

( men shouting )

BECKY: You shall not be very
drunk, or I shall be very angry.

Becky, my dear.

My husband says
you play and sing

very well, Mrs. Crawley.

Would you do me
the kindness of singing for me?

Yes, of course.

( playing slow, dark intro )

" When I am laid "

" Am laid in earth "

" May my wrongs "

" Create no trouble "

" No trouble "

" In my breast. "

" " "

" When I am laid "

" Am laid in earth "

" May my wrongs "

" Create no trouble "

" No trouble "

" In my breast. "

" " "

" Remember me... "

" Remember me... "

" But, ah "

" Forget my fate "

" Remember me... "

" Remember me... "

" But, ah "

" Forget my fate "

" Remember me "

" But, ah "

" Forget my fate. "

Hello, there.

There's two of us,
Colonel.

It's no use bolting.

Well, how much
is it, Moss?

Not a lot, sir.

130 pounds

at the suit
of Mr. Nathan.

Oh, well...

lend me a hundred,
will you?

I've got 30 at home.

I'm sorry, Crawley.

I haven't ten pound
in the world.

Well...

Lead on, MacDuff, eh?

MOSS:
There's no need for that.

RAWDON:
How very rum.

130 from Nathan.

Someone who wants
to meet you again.

Your Majesty.

Enchante.

( no dialogue )

I'm sure you know
your way around.

( chuckles )

RAWDON:
"Dear Becky,

I was nabbed
by Moss the bailiff. "

There you are, sir,
your old bed.

RAWDON:
"Nathan's business.

"It's only 130.

"Take my ticker

"and anything else
you can spare.

"We must have the sum tonight.

It won't do
to let it stand over. "

Not like Nathan
to squeeze a chap so hard.

"Make haste and come, Becky.

Yours, Rawdon. "

Boy!

BECKY:
"Mon pauvre cher petit.

"I couldn't sleep a wink

"for thinking of what has become
of my old monster.

"Of course,
I went straight to Nathan's.

"I fell at his odious knees,

"but nothing would mollify
the horrid man.

"I positively ran home

"for I would pawn my last
trinket for you, dear.

"But who should I find there
but my lord waiting upon us,

"and he would not let me pawn
a single thing,

"but promised to lend me
the money.

"he will send
tomorrow morning

when I will bring it
to mon pauvre prisonnier."

Damned nonsense!

If you think...

Boy!

I came as quickly
as I could.

Pitt's at a parliamentary dinner.

You're a good woman, Jane.

I...

I know we're not alike, Rawdon,

but you're a good, true husband

and a good father
to little Rawdy.

( Becky giggling )

How do you do, Crawley?

I'm innocent.

Rawdon...

before God,
I aminnocent.

Tell him I'm innocent!

Innocent?

Why, every trinket,
every stitch on your body

was paid for by me.

You sold your wife long ago, sir.

Don't try to frighten me.

I've seen those
games before.

( Becky gasps )

Come here.

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys,
goddamn you!

( opens drawer, pulls out keys )

Open it.

A thousand pounds.

Did he give
that to you?

I shared everything with you.

I am innocent.

( door closes )

( sobbing )

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