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, 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.
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?
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.
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.
( 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.
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? "
( 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..."
"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.
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.
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... "
" But, ah "
" Forget my fate "
" Remember me... "
" But, ah "
" Forget my fate "
" Remember me "
" But, ah "
" Forget my fate. "
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.