All language subtitles for Vanity Fair s01e06.eng

( quietly ):
I am innocent.

( sobs )

( whispers ):
I am in...

Fifine!

( quietly ):
Am I to be left to dress myself?

Oh!

Pitt!

PITT: Rawdon?

Oh, good gracious.

I had to see you, Pitt.

What, at this time
in the morning?

Why ain't you at home?

Home?

I'm done for, Pitt.

I can't help you,
Rawdon.

Every shilling
is tied up.

It's not about the money.

What is it, then?

It's Rawdy.

I want you to take care of him
when I'm gone.

Your dear, good wife
has always been kind to him.

Indeed, he's always been
fonder of her

than he has of his own mother.

Damn it, Pitt.

You know I should
have had Aunt Crawley's money

if I hadn't married
that woman.

Your marriage was
your own doing, not mine.

Well, it's all over now.

Good God...

Is she dead?

No.

But, by God, I wish I was.

And that blasted villain, too.

Am I to take it
that you are referring to...

the marquis of Steyne?

I found them together, Pitt.

We'll fight it, of course, but...

but-but if it goes fatally
with me...

You may rely on me, brother.

Uh, here's 600 pounds
I want you to pay to Briggs

and there's some more
for the boy's upkeep.

You never knew I was
so rich, did you?

Neither did I, by God.

A thousand?

Not that.

I'm going put a bullet
through the man that belongs to.

You can't
come in, sir.

Tell your master

that Colonel Rawdon Crawley
will be at the Regent Club

all day from 1:00,
at his convenience.

Knightsbridge Barracks.

MacMURD O:
Crawley, me boy. . .

what brings you here
so early in the morning?

RAWDON:
I need a friend, Mac.

A matter of honor.

You've come to the right man.

Gambling business, is it?

It's about my wife.

And the Lord Steyne?

What the deuce
do you know about it?

Not a thing, my boy,
not a thing.

I knocked him down
and thrashed him.

Good.

And now I'm going to kill him.

Excellent.

You don't know how fond
I was of that one, Mac.

I followed her about
like a footman.

I gave her
everything she wanted.

I pawned my watch

so she could have
anything she fancied

and all the time she was making
a silk purse for herself.

Mr. Wenham,
I was just...

Do you bring word
from his lordship?

Has he sent for me?

Shall we?

My dear Mrs. Crawley...

Don't attempt
to see Lord Steyne.

He'll understand when I explain.

It's all over, Mrs. Crawley.

I urge you
to take my advice

for your own safety.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm not guilty.

Rawdon's been here.

I know everything.

No, no, you know nothing.

He's deceived.

I mean he's mistaken.

It's all a mistake.

I've done no more
with Lord Steyne than...

than with you, dear Pitt.

Shh.

Of course, I knew
he was partial to me.

Was it wrong of me
to use that partiality

to help advance my husband
and my dear brother-in-law?

To get Rawdon
an appointment of state

and for you, dear Pitt,
we talked of a peerage.

Good God...

Really?

Of course, I did everything
to please Lord Steyne.

Well, everything
a virtuous wife could do

and my efforts bore fruit.

I secured
the appointment for Rawdon.

Why, it should
be in the paper this very day.

By jove...

So it is.

A governor!

And it was just
when I was...

Thanking his lordship
for his goodness to us

that Rawdon came home and...

Help me, Pitt.

You're so wise, so... clever.

You understand
a woman's heart.

There, there.

It was all for Rawdon.

All for you
and Rawdon

and now I'm ruined.

There, now.

There, there, there.

Perhaps something
may be done, hmm?

What is that woman
doing in my house?

How dare you.

Tell her, Pitt, tell
her I'm innocent.

Upon my word,
my love,

I think you do her
an injustice.

Do I?

She's heartless mother
and a faithless wife.

She's deceived her husband
as she's deceived everybody

including you, Pitt.

Oh, no, really, my love.

I have been a true
and faithful wife to you, Pitt

but righteous obedience
has its limits.

You must choose, sir,
between her and me.

( door closes )

It was that
diamond clasp, Pitt.

I think she always
knew it was you that bought it for me.

Really?

She never mentioned it.

No, she wouldn't.

I won't make things
difficult for you, Pitt.

I know you'll do
your best for me.

SMITH:
It's in the observer.

BROWN: What is?

SMITH:
You mean you don't know?

Old Liversedge has
given up the ghost.

Colonel Rawdon there
is the new governor

of Coventry Island,
my boy.

BROWN: Good God, that's rum.

I wonder where
the hell it is.

Just in the nick
of time, eh?

Chap hasn't got
two shillings to rub together.

What's the salary?

Two or three thousand

but the climate's so infernal,
they don't enjoy it long.

I daresay, that was
part of the plan.

Whose plan?

Steyne's, of course.

How do you do, Crawley?

WENHAM: I'm glad to see you.

This is my friend

Captain MacMurdo
of the heavy dragoons

who acts for me
in this matter.

I'll leave
you two together

to discuss the time
and place.

No, Colonel Crawley.

I think all may
be brought to a happy conclusion.

Now, you are... irritated

against my
noble friend.

Irritated, sir?

I understand,
Colonel

you come home
from a journey

and find my Lord Steyne
in your house...

But he has been in your house
a hundred times before.

I saw what I saw, damn you.

Name your place and time, sir.

No, sir.

I found Lord Steyne this morning

determined
to challenge the colonel.

"One of us," he said

"must not survive
the outrage of last night."

"Good God,
sir," I said.

"How I wish now

"that Mrs. Wenham and I
had accepted

"Mrs. Crawley's invitation

to sup with her."

She asked you to sup
with her as well?

After the opera.

Here's the note
of invitation.

No, that's another paper.

I thought I had it with me.

But I assure you,
it was only one

of Mrs. Wenham's
headaches that prevented us.

I don't believe one word
of your whole damned story, sir.

And if the challenge
doesn't come from Steyne

by God, it'll come from me.

MACMURD O:
Hold hard now, hold hard.

You put this affair
into my hands

therefore you will act
as I think fit

and not as you do.

now, as for this,
uh... this affair

with Mrs. Crawley...

my belief is

there's nothing
proved at all.

Your wife is innocent

and I think you'd be
a damned fool

not to let it go at that.

Captain MacMurdo,
you speak like a man of sense.

To know all
is to forgive all.

Wouldn't you agree,
colonel?

Tout comprendre,
c 'est tout pardonner?

And you're a damned liar, sir...

in English
or in French.

I forgive you, Crawley.

Heat of the moment, I'm sure.

Heat of the moment.

You don't stick at trifles,
do you, Mr. Wenham?

Here is a
thousand-pound note

and tell
your Lord Steyne

we will not
kill him today

and we would rather
not take his money.

All right?

Good day to you, sir.

I think it pained him
to part with the boy.

I think it did,
my love.

Not a word
from the poor child's mother

of course.

Is anything known
of her?

On the continent,
I understand.

Boulogne, Naples...
so on.

She receives a small
allowance, I believe.

From whom,
I wonder?

( clears throat )

I don't imagine we shall
see her again, my love.

AMELIA:
Major William Dobbin, Bunglegunge, India.

My dear William

Here we continue very quietly,
more quietly than I would wish

since Georgy is now with his
grandfather in Russell Square.

It is very selfish of me
to mind so.

He receives far more
than I could ever give him

and he comes to see us
once a week.

A little bird informs me

that we may shortly hear
of your marriage.

What?

I wish you and the fortunate
Miss Glorvina O 'Dowd

every happiness
in the world. . .

( whispering ):
No, no, no, no.

And I hope

that your loving godson, Georgy,
and his mother

will continue to claim a corner
in your heart.

"Corner"?

Your affectionate friend,
Amelia Osborne.

MISS ANN DOBBIN:
Dear brother

We all hope you are well

and bearing
the frightful heat of India.

I write to tell you

that we expect very soon
to hear of the engagement

of your old acquaintance
Amelia Osborne

to one of the curates
at Brompton,

the reverend Mr. Binney.

Not a good match,
but nevertheless. . .

DOBBIN: Colonel!

O'Dowd!

Colonel O'Dowd! Mrs. O'Dowd!

Whatever is the matter?

I must speak with
your husband, ma'am.

Colonel O'Dowd,
will you get out of bed

and attend to the major?

What is it, Dob me boy?

I must go back to England
on most urgent private business.

Now.

Tonight.

Oh, Major Dobbin!

MAN:
All aboard that's going aboard!

JOSEPH:
I say, Dobbin!

Good God!

Jos Sedley.

JOSEPH:
You won't have heard the sad news yet, I'm sure.

I only heard myself
this morning.

DOBBIN:
What do you mean, Jos?

What sad news?

Mother passed away.

Very peaceful,
short illness.

Makes a chap feel a bit...
cut up, though.

Oh, my poor Jos.

I'm so sorry.

Your father will feel
her loss keenly.

Yes... yes, I must do
what I can for them.

I shall take a house,
Dobbin.

Jos Sedley need
never work again if he don't care to.

Your sister will be
glad to see you.

Yes, I daresay she will.

And-and I trust
she'll be happy in the marriage

she's about to make.

Marriage? What marriage?

To the Reverend Binney?

Really?

She never mentioned
it to me.

Reverend Binney, eh?

Man's a stick,
in my opinion.

William.

You've come home.

Yes.

This is Major Dobbin,
our dear old friend.

This is Mr. Binney, William.

How do you do, sir?

Honored to meet you, Major.

I-I hope to make
your better acquaintance

uh, but for the present

I beg you'll excuse me.

Mrs. Binney will be wondering
what's become of me.

Mrs. Binney?

Yes, Miss Grits that was.

I don't think you ever knew her.

No.

For-forgive me.

I should have begun...

by saying how sorry I was
to hear of your sad news.

Thank you, William.

And-and I've another
arrival to announce.

Mrs. Dobbin?

No.

DOBBIN:
No, your brother Jos.

I came on before him.

He'll be in
London tomorrow.

All will be well now.

He said he's going
to take a good house for you all.

Papa, you remember
Major Dobbin, don't you?

Yes, I knew your father well,
sir, once upon a time.

Indeed you did, sir.

He is very much shaken

but he's glad
to see you, William.

( snoring softly )

He's a fine boy.

Oh, it hardly
does him justice.

He is so much handsomer
in the flesh.

He's the comfort
of my life

and he's the image of...

him that's gone.

So, you are not to marry
Glorvina O'Dowd after all?

No, indeed.

My heart is safe... from her.

I see.

Then you intend to remain
a bachelor?

( snoring grows louder )

Ah...

Oh, Papa,
you've been asleep.

Who's that?

Why, it's Major Dobbin,
Papa.

Ah, I believe I knew
your father well, sir

once upon a time.

I fancy the Sedleys

may hold their heads
high again, eh?

You've done
everybody proud, Jos.

Well, well, a chap does
what he can, you know.

What about you, little man?

Don't suppose you
remember me at all.

I'm your...

I remember
Major Dobbin

because Ma spoke of him

hundreds
and hundreds of times.

He was a hero at Waterloo,
you know, like my papa.

Weren't you,
Major Dobbin?

Well, your uncle played
his part at Waterloo

as well, you know, Georgy.

GEORGY:
Did he really?

AMELIA:
Yes, and he is the best of brothers.

And you can come
and stay here

as often as you like.

Old Mr. Osborne has
given his consent.

Ah, Amelia, Dobbin,
uh, you must excuse me.

I have an appointment
at the club for luncheon.

We'll see you later,
perhaps?

Thank you, yes.

Tell me what you
did at Waterloo, Uncle Jos.

JOSEPH:
Well, I, uh, I had a huge mustache.

DOBBIN:
I see you still have your piano.

Oh, yes.

I'm so glad
you kept it.

I was afraid
you didn't care about it.

I value it more than anything
I have in the world.

Do you, Amelia?

Truly?

But of course.

Didn't he go and buy it for me
at that horrid auction

when all our things were sold

and have it sent to me
and never said a word?

it was
the dearest thing

he ever did for me.

Yes, of course.

I didn't know.

It was you.

It was you, wasn't it?

I did buy it for you.

I loved you then
and I love you still.

I think I loved you
from the moment I saw you

when George brought
me to your house

to show me the girl
he was engaged to.

Since then...

there's not an hour of any day
for ten years

that I haven't thought about you.

I'm very ungrateful.

No.

No. I know what you're feeling.

You're hurt in your heart
that the piano came from me

and not George.

I beg your pardon
for being a fool for a moment

and thinking that years
of constancy and devotion

might have pleaded
my cause with you.

Now you are being cruel.

George is my husband here
and in heaven.

How could I forget about him?

I do care about you, William.

You have been everything
to my little boy and me.

Please be his friend
still, and mine.

Ah, there's a handsome
little woman there.

What do you say, sir?

That lady is my sister, sir:
Mrs. George Osborne.

Is she?

No offense.

And the lad?

Her son George.

Handsome boy.

And that's the father?

Lord, no,
she's a widow.

That's Major Dobbin.

Her admirer,
I presume.

I say... no, no,
old Dob's not a lady's man.

He's a dear old friend.

We were all
at Waterloo together.

Saw a little
of that myself.

Major Loder, sir,
at your service.

Joseph Sedley.

Taking the cure?

So am I... with
a chere amie, if you follow.

Oh, quite the place
these days

Bad Pumpernickel.

Lots of swells here
in the high season.

May I recommend
the Edelweiss Hotel.

The Edelweiss.

Just mention my name:
Major Loder.

That'll see you right.

Thank you very much, sir.

Loder, Edelweiss.

That's it, my boy.

A bientot, as they say.

Willkommen am
Bad Pumpernickel.

Recht !

Recht.

Uncle Jos, I'm just going
for a stroll around town.

Ah!

WOMAN ( singing soprano ):
" La lune blanche "

" Luit dans les bois "

" De chaque branche "

" Part une voix "

" Sous la ramee "

" Bien-aimee. . . "

" L 'etang reflete "

" Profond miroir la silhouette "

" Du saule noir
ou le vent pleure "

" Revons "

" C 'est l 'heure. "

Monsieur, n 'est pas joueur?

Ah, non, madam.

Well.

Put it on any number you like.

See if you can bring
my luck back.

Make a strong, strong wish.

Douze rouge.

There, you see?

You're lucky for me.

Shall we try again?

Yes, please.

George.

Oh, Lord, I have to go.

What's your name?

George Osborne.

Of course.

Of course.

Come again
another day, George.

I shall.

Come on.

Are you coming, Jos?

I think I'll, just, uh,
linger a moment, Dob.

As you wish.

JOSEPH:
May I, uh...?

Please do.

Have you come to
bring me luck like my young friend?

Well, I hope so, ma'am.

There.

I see you're the same
bold, generous soul

you always were.

You've not changed;
nor have I, not at heart.

Do you not
know me, Jos?

Good God, who is it?

Can't you guess?

Good heavens!

Mrs. Crawley.

BECKY:
I know what you're thinking-

what a strange place this is

for a woman who has lived
in a very different world.

I think...

if you had known
what was to come

you wouldn't have been so cruel

as to desert me
all those years ago.

Oh, I say,
look here, you know...

We'll say no more of that.

You weren't to know.

Now all my friends

have been false to me.

I was the truest wife

even though I married
my husband out of pique

because...

Well, never mind that.

Mrs. Crawley...

Rebecca.

And that man
betrayed me, Joseph.

He trampled upon me
and deserted me.

The damned swine!

So now I think back
all those years ago

and how I wish...

But it's all no use.

You wish?

You...

were the first man I ever saw.

Or ever.

I was scarcely
more than a child

when you broke my heart,
but I forgive you.

You, of all others,
never meant me any harm

and perhaps...

Perhaps?

DOBBIN:
There you are, Jos.

We'd almost given
you up for lost.

Uh...

Amelia, my dear, I've just had
the most extraordinary...

Yes, God bless my soul

the most extraordinary
adventure.

An old friend of ours
is staying here

and I would like you
to see her.

An old friend, here?

Yes, I may say,
one of your

older and dearest friends

and... she's fallen
on hard times.

Rebecca...

I'm sure
it's Rebecca.

Her family has been
most cruel to her.

JOSEPH:
Her son- the same age as little Georgy here-

the ruffians tore him shrieking
from her arms, you know.

They took her child from her?

Emmy, there are two sides
to this story.

But to lose
her child, William.

Perhaps I should see her.

I think you should not, Emmy.

LODER:
So, share and share about?

The fat one for you

and the pretty little
widow for me.

What do you say?

You have
no chance there,

so just stay clear.

As a matter of fact

another ship is coming
into port this evening

with a large party-
the greatest prize of all.

My lord.

He cut you, Becky.

No, he didn't.

He wouldn't want
to make a scandal.

LODER:
I think you flatter yourself, Becky.

You're not the prize you were.

To him I am.

BECKY: There.

And to think
I was considering Jos Sedley.

Mrs. Crawley.

Mr. Wenham.

What a happy coincidence.

I have arranged for you

to leave the restaurant now,
Mrs. Crawley.

The bill has been
settled, of course.

Lord Steyne will be leaving
Bad Pumpernickel

tomorrow morning and will
return in two weeks' time.

He will not find you
in town.

If you stay,
you will risk very serious illness...

or worse.

Assassinate poor little me?

How romantic.

Tell your master
that I shall stay

and tell him that
I am not without friends to defend me

if it should
come to that.

Who? The major here?

I don't think so.

WENHAM:
We know things about Major Loder

that would send him
to the gallows.

We have friends
everywhere, Mrs. Crawley

and we know everything-

where you have been
and who with

where you have debts
and who you owe them to.

How was it,
do you think

that no minister
on the continent

would receive
Mrs. Crawley?

Because she has offended
someone who never forgives.

You did him wrong
to show yourself to him.

For myself...

I am sorry to be
the bringer of bad news.

I always found madame's
company quite... enchanting.

BECKY:
I never cared for him in any case.

He has a heart of stone.

I pity that poor creature
by his side.

It'd be a different tune
if you'd snared him, I fancy.

Well, that's one gone
and just two weeks left to nab the other.

I shall... and if
you do one thing to interfere...

What?

Just don't, that's all.

Now go.

Now?

I need my beauty sleep.

I need to...

I have to be the Becky
they first knew.

At least let me
come up with you.

No. You'll frighten her
with your disapproval.

You wait down here.

Amelia...

No, I shall be
perfectly all right.

That creature
will wrap Emmy around her little finger

just as she did
her husband.

Now, Dob, draw it mild.

She's a good girl at
heart, I do believe...

and very fond of me.

And so am I of her,
by jove.

( knock at door )

Entrez.

Oh, Becky.

And so they took
your darling child from you?

How could they?

Oh, Emmy...
you can imagine my agonies.

I thought I should die.

I fell into a brain fever

and the doctors
quite gave up on me

but somehow I recovered

and here I am...

alone
and friendless.

And how old is he now?

Who?

Seven.

Only seven.

But surely...

Wasn't he born
the same year as Georgy?

Oh, Emmy...

Oh, grief has made me
forget so many things, I...

Becky, you cannot be happy
in this place.

Needs must.

You don't mean to say
you're going to have that woman here

living in your apartments,
under your protection?

Yes, I am.

So don't be angry
and break all the furniture.

The poor creature,
and after all her sufferings.

Deserted by her husband...

Her child stolen
from her very arms...

Forced to give
singing lessons to get her bread.

Singing lessons!

Is that what
she told you?

Well, take singing
lessons, by all means

but don't have her
in the house!

I'm astonished at you.

You, who are always
good and kind.

Now is the moment to help her.

Now she is miserable.

The oldest friend I ever had.

She was not always
your friend, Emmy.

For shame, Major Dobbin.

I never thought
you could be so cruel.

EMMY: Oh, George...

Emmy, forgive me.

Let her come and lodge with us,
if you will...

but you and I mustn't
be enemies.

How could you, William?

If I had forgiven it,
was it for you to speak?

And it's from his own lips

that I know how wicked and
groundless my jealousy was.

My husband was pure.

My saint in heaven.

Rebecca, this is my boy.

Georgy, this is
Rebecca Sharp,

as she was
my oldest friend.

I say, weren't
you the lady...?

(laughs nervously )

Oh, Emmy...

He reminds me so of...

And dear Joseph.

This is just like
those happy times

so long ago.

Major Dobbin, how
wonderful to see you.

I am bound to tell you, ma'am

that it's not as your friend
that I come here now.

Now, now, let's not have
this sort of thing.

BECKY:
I want to hear what he has to say.

Well... well, I don't.

Leave the room, Georgy.

I came to say-

and as you stay, Mrs. Crawley,
I must say it in your presence-

that I think a lady
who is separated from her husband

who travels
under a false name

and who frequents
public gaming tables

is not a fit companion
for Mrs. Osborne and her son.

And there are people here
who know you

and have mentioned conduct

I don't care to speak of...

before Mrs. Osborne.

What is this conduct
you don't care to speak of?

My honor is as untouched
as my dear friend's here

but if you accuse me
of being poor and forsaken

then, yes, I plead guilty
to those faults

and I'm punished for them
every day.

Oh, Becky.

BECKY:
You had better let me go, Emmy.

My stay interferes with
the plans of this gentleman.

Indeed it does, ma'am.

And if I have any authority
in this house...

Authority?

None!

Come with me,
Rebecca.

He may go where he likes.

Amelia, stay one moment

and let me speak
to you in private.

You wish to speak ill of me
when I'm not here.

On my honor, ma'am,
this is not to do with you.

Emmy, please.

I... I was confused just now.

I misused the word authority.

Yes, you did.

But I do have claims
to be heard-

the claims left to me
by Georgy's father.

Whose memory you insulted
this very morning

and I will never
forgive you for it- never.

You don't mean that, Amelia.

It was not his memory
I impugned.

But I know why
you cannot hear me...

why you will not hear me.

I have loved and watched you
for years, in vain

because you would rather
cling to a memory

than feel an attachment
such as mine for you deserves.

And which
I would have won

from a woman
more generous than you.

I think I knew all along

that the prize I'd set my life on
wasn't worth the winning.

( scoffs nervously )

I was a fool...

bartering all my truth and ardor

against your little
feeble remnant of love.

Good-bye, Amelia.

Let it end.

We are both weary of it.

Am I to understand, then

that you are going away,
William?

I went once before
and came back.

I've spent enough of my life
at this play.

( crying softly )

( knock at door )

Oh, Becky, I feel so...

Now listen
to me, Amelia.

It's time
you saw sense.

One of the best men
I've ever known

has offered you
a hundred times.

that man has a noble heart

and you've played
with it shamefully.

I tried, Becky.

I did, honestly.

But I couldn't forget...

Couldn't forget him?

That preening booby.

He was ready
to forget you soon enough.

He would have jilted you

except Dobbin made him
keep his word.

It's false.

It's false, Rebecca!

Read this.

He gave it to me
at the ball

the night before he
was shot at Waterloo.

He wanted me
to run away with him.

Oh, Becky.

( crying )

It's all right.

Now you can love Dobbin
with a clear conscience

and you've all the time
in the world together.

Oh, Becky!

GEORGY:
Stop, Major Dobbin!

Wait!

My ma wants
to marry you after all!

It was time
you sent for me.

And you will never
go again, William?

No.

Never.

This is what you pined for,
so cling tightly to him.

Cling to your rugged old oak
and grow green again

( whispers ):
you little parasite.

Excuse me, what?

I don't understand
that, Becky.

Never you mind, Jos.

Never you mind.

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