 There's too much bad poetry in the world anyway. But Becky, haven't you a single tear for the years you've spent here? La, my sweet tears are not expected of charity pupils. Oh, no. No tears. Humility. Gratitude for an education not very useful, but oh, so genteel. And curtsies for the leftover food at the second table. And the lovely frocks that the other girls would no longer wear. Oh, no, La. No tears. We orphans must learn that the luxury of emotion is for our Becky. Miss Pinkerton herself. Miss Sidley. As you now leave us to return to the polished and refined bosom of your family, you depart rich in those virtues and accomplishments which characterise the young English gentle woman. In music, dancing and off-agreasy, you have realised our fondest hopes. And in the principles of religion and morality, you have proved yourself worthy of this establishment. Receive then, dear child, this elegantly bound copy of the illustrious Dr. Johnson's dictionary as a token of my affection. Dictionary. Oh, she'll always rest under my pillow. Miss Sharp, the time has come. We'll be, ma'am, as well. Je vais vous faire mes yeux. Be good enough to respond in the English tongue. Oh, dear Miss Pinkerton, I'd quite forgotten that you can't understand French. For a moment I thought I was talking to my dear dead mother, whose language it was. But who could blame me or any of us for thinking of you as a mother? Miss Sharp, what I meant to say was, you are about to go far thin to the world alone, unaided to exist by the fruits of your labour. I hope you go with the feeling of gratitude for the gifts you have received within these walls. Oh, ma'am, what other feeling is possible? Not one of hatred, certainly. Not one of wanting to leave this place or a feeling that you took me because I was useful. Miss, it wasn't a joy teaching me younger girls' music and French and knowing how much money I saved for you. Oh, it was. It was. Goodbye, then. Oh, this dictionary for you. Miss Pinkerton, Mr. Joseph Sadley, ma'am. Enter, sir. Joseph. Ah. Dearest Jack. Oh, bless my soul, it must be you, is it? Now, Jack, how many sisters have you? Monks just have you to put it that way. Monks discover. Welcome to Chisick Mall, first. Your servant. Your sister's belongings are ready. Splendid, Meredith. That's my sister's trunk. And now let us kiss our little friends in me and be on our way. And you, dear friend. Oh, my Becky, to think we must part now. Yes, part. Where will you go? What's going to happen to you? Oh, does it matter? Thank heaven you are safely cared for. So, Becky, permit me, my brother Joseph. Your servant, ma'am. You wait, darling. The diligence. Public conveyance? Well, it'll have to do. I've no gallant brother to blame me. But my four horses claim you, but are waiting outside. Miss Shant's traveling arrangements have already been made. What is your destination? Well, I have no destination. Not until I find a home or a room or garage, any pillar to lay my head upon. Amelias is true, not a pillar to her name? No, it isn't true. No longer. Becky, you're coming home with me until you find suitable employment somewhere. No, no, I mustn't burden you. Oh, you angel. Huzzah! I shout huzzah! My man will seat your trunk presently. I feel it my duty to warn you. I can't abandon her. She has nobody, nobody. Goodbye, Miss Pinkerton. Goodbye. What, Joseph? My bird? Or something similar? What if your husband and theirs calling Amelia something similar? They are men who do not hesitate to express their emotions. Now, I offer you my heart, my true affection. I offer you love, Amelia, and a lifetime of devotion. Now, you have heard us both. The choice is yours, madam. Why do you make it so difficult for me? Two little boys I grew up with. How am I to choose between them? I might have said no to you, William, whom I've always respected. Or to you, George, who I've always, always... Loved Amelia? Loved? Admired. Let him be your choice, then. Take George. Or I shall love you nonetheless, always. Only I shall think of you as a sister. A sister who is married to my best, my oldest friend, William, William Dobbin I, no man ever had a truer friend. I, Joe, that scoundrel kissed my sister's hand. I'll make you marry her. Too late, Joseph. The question has just been popped. What? Why, I didn't realize it. Why, that's, that's beautiful. What a handsome best man you'll make. Only I'll not be there to see you. I'll be gone by then. Not if Joseph Sedley has anything to do with it. How can Joseph Sedley keep me here? By offering you the continued hospitality of his father's home. You're too noble. Well, if you were to keep me here any longer, I should never want to leave. My dream that I could stay forever will seal the bounten and receive your roses. An idle dream, isn't it, Joseph? I, I... A foolish, unrealizable dream. But I must face the world. Look for employment. Vicky, Vicky, don't I? What is it, Joseph? Do you care? No, I care a while. When I think of you without a home, I... I'm completely a man, a man. I... If only you could ask for your hand and you accepted him. Oh, my little bushing bride. You're happy? Vicky, you never know how happy you're not in love. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I too have given my heart. And you never told me about it. We wanted to surprise you. Joseph is so shy, so timid. Oh, Josie. Oh, Vicky, you poor, poor girl. Poor? Is Joseph so undesirable a match? Well, then it must be I. Oh, Father would never approve. I... I've reached above my station. I've no fine pedigree. Oh, stop, Vicky. Father has ambitions for Joseph. He plans to send him to end the ungovernment service. Wise, Father. Well, don't be precious. I'll marry one of these days, some worthy tradesman, a draper, a green grocer, someone humble, fit to my position. Present my compliments to your father and say that I'm leaving tonight. And good luck to Joseph, the civil servant. The government needs men of courage, decision, men of brain. The father so kindly offered me if you would so inform the baronet. He informed the baronet? Hasn't the baronet used, Governor? As I was saying, although I haven't had enough experience for so exacting a position, I should like to accept these dear little children have completely won my heart. Ah, you'll live to regret it, but I'm glad. My name is Becky, darling. Would you like me to read you a pretty story? No. I bring you The Blind Washerwoman of Warfields, a moral and instructive volume. Mr. Bitch, you're a kindie, sir, but I haven't yet finished the rump legacy that you brought me last week. Read them both, then. Read them both. Works by pious authors are soothing to the soul. What was that about the soul, Fitz? Let me hear it, too. You know how your servants always affect men. You're too far sunk in the morass of iniquity, my beloved brother, for my son. I hope to see you later, Miss Rebecca. Now I must work on my speech for the questionable-aid society. Oh, questionable-aid society. How on earth just can't him, Becky? What choice have I? I must watch the side of my braids, but I don't. Why, he bred with that little mouth was made for cake and kisses. Another two you would willingly supply the second, all not enough, not half so nourishing as bread. On the contrary, every kiss counts, Becky. I'm returning to London tomorrow. Regimental duty. London's at your large town. So many willing lips to please a soldier. But none like yours. Becky, these pretty little hands, who will hold them when I'm gone? They'll be very busy. Washing, violet, and combing rose, and mending sepid shirts. Oh, blast it, you shouldn't be doing all that. Becky, if I were to ask you to come to London... To find a position for your... I've tried all that. No Queen's Crawley is my haven. Oh, but there must be something. Some... Becky, wait. I have an aunt in London. Young and pretty, of course. No old and a spinster but rich. I can persuade her that she shouldn't stay alone. That she needs a companion. And I need to protect her, Rodin. Stop! Miss Crawley, ma'am, are you perhaps calling Miss Sharp, ma'am? No, I'm calling on Heaven to help me preserve my calm. Where are my drops? Where's my jelly? Am I to sit here and be murdered with inattention? Where is... Miss Crawley, ma'am, if I may venture the opinion, ma'am, Miss Sharp has left the house, ma'am. Probably on some dark, amorous errand. Some dark, amorous errand, eh? I wouldn't put it past that. Oh, I've been watching her for weeks. A smile for the butcher and a smile for the baker. That girl hasn't a principle to bless herself with. That's what I like about her. What are those weeds doing here? You know how vegetation nauseates me. These were brought by your nephew, ma'am, Captain Crawley. They're a cozy nose game. Throw it out. And throw my nephew out, too. What the devil is he doing around here every single day? Well, that's not hard to guess, ma'am. Miss Sharp has a way of blinking and a way of winking. Briggs, are you suggesting that my nephew, who does much as notice that girl? Oh, dare you. Show him in. And get Miss Sharp for me. Go to her room. Get her. Don't you come back here without her. Yes, ma'am. Oh, my head, my head. I know I shall get the papers. Paulie's awaiting you, sir. Dear Aunt Julia. Well, sir, to what am I indebted for the questionable honour of this visit? To the affection of a devoted nephew. And do devoted nephews always get themselves oiled and bothered to call in their maiden aunts? Oh, did you hope to find Becky Sharp at home? Answer me. Becky, eh? No, I'll not have you so much as looked at Becky. Remember that. Well, that girl will twist you around her little finger. Yes, but, Aunt Julia, I assure you... Don't assure me, sir. I'll assure you. I've been indulgent. I've been generous. I've paid your card debt, and I've lasted your extravagance. But I'll not have you in snare by any calculated little slip of a medium. The woman you marry must be a lady and a lady of quality. You come bounding into the room like this. Oh, it's just as I know it. And Sharp's not in the room. She's not in the house. There isn't a stitch of clothing in the closet. And there's a trunk. All packed. Trunk? Instantly. Wait for me, tell me. Give it to me. Don't you dare show him it. Isn't London difficult enough without your presence? Here you come, ricking with the vulgar odors of the country. Madam, I've been sent by my good father. That old reprobate, what's he want? My dear father wishes to know if you still have need of Miss Rebecca's services. I suddenly haven't, but neither has he. Sir Pitt is lonesome, Madam. Very lonesome. If he's lonesome, let him join Napoleon at Elba. Then they can both be lonesome together. Until the buff! Why, what produces this? Not for the respectable female I should gaze on. Tights! I should leave her things alone. She's acting on my orders, Rodin. His own prouche parts. Cosmetics. Oh, sinful, sinful. Give me that. In Becky's own handwriting. The portrait of my mother. Becky's Sharp's mother a dancer. At the risk of contradicting you, Miss Sharp's mother was an aristocrat. A French lady by the name of Mamaronsi. You're wrong, Rodin. I have it on Miss Rebecca's own authority that her mother's name was Denier. But here it says, a portrait of my mother by my father. A painter fellow. And I had it on Becky's own authority that her father was distinguished and rich. I don't care what that bastard thing says. I don't believe a word of it, not a single word of it. Believe it, Captain Crawley. Believe anything, everything. Only the Israelis, they're mine, sacred to me. And no hand shall ever touch them but my own. How well I remember that sweet smile. Her portrait painted in exile. This is how she looked, always when she bent over my bed, singing me to sleep. Yes, my mother was a dancer. She danced herself and she taught others to dance. But she was an aristocrat. I don't make no mistake about that. A Mamaronsi of the finest blood of France. And that was the sin for which she was exiled by the revolution, her shadow burned, her state confiscated, her fortune taken from her. Yes, she danced. She danced to beat her baby, her only child. To clothe me. To shelter me. Do you wonder now why I treasure these things that remind me of my stated mother? Sorrow diminishes when the heart is pure. I'm sorry, my sticky doll, you're my wife now. That's what I wanted to hear. Love me raw and love me. I've had so little love in my life. I've been kicked about so much. Well, take me away from here. But Becky, we couldn't do that. My aunt would disinherit me. Well, who cares if she does? We mean more to each other than mine. Oh, darling, get a hackney, coach. Come with me when it's done. Aren't you my silly? What have you? Not a penny, not a plan, not ambition. Oh, but we'll make out, my rod, and we'll make out. Life owes me many things, nine, ten to get them. All it takes is the least touch of wit. It applies everywhere. That's my doubt. You're too sacred to jest about. Just to scare other men away from me. George is such a wit. Yes. Do you think I've done justice to your treasure left in a dozen? Beautiful. So delicate. Is that all the praise I deserve? For harassing me. He simply doesn't respond to all. Don't be too critical, love. Your beauty is too gentle to reproduce. Becky, how talented you are. Oh, lovely. George, what the deuce is keeping you? We want you back in the game. Oh, George, George, please don't play anymore. You've lost so much later. Oh, let him play. Gambling's an agreeable vice for young men. We can't afford it. We're already in debt. Debt? Lo, my precious. Look about you. This is the house the debt built. While I'm wearing debt, you're standing on a debt rug. Oh, we must owe money to every shopkeeper in London. We mustn't, but we do. Come on, George. Let me touch your hand. I'll bring you luck. Now, old gentleman, I said eight and I keep my word. Only three, sure. Well, I know. It's like her. Where's your lady, rod, and she promised to stand behind my chair and bring me luck? Well, she promised to be there. Perhaps that's the way she entices rodman's victims. The figure that she plays no favourites does, you gentlemen. George, would you like to throw their cards? Yes, since I heard you play last, it was on your own heart, because how I envied you for it. But then I envied you for so much. For all that you had. And I didn't. Birkie, you envied me. You didn't pay any attention to me at all. You were too busy with Joseph. That fat brother of yours? Oh, how you all worried for Thierry Marion. That's why poor Joseph was shipped off to India, wasn't it? Birkie, you know, Father, he was... Oh, never mind, Pat. That's all forgotten. That's the past. Oh, Birkie. You're the most generous, most forgiving darling. Captain Thorndike has just told us. Napoleon has escaped from Ilba. Napoleon? Napoleon? War? War, yes. Our regiment will be ordered to Belgium. How terrible. How amusing. Thank you. Before you say it. Dazzling luck. Are you out of your mind? Yes, I'm crazy for joy. War, Belgium, a new start. But what have we here? Debt, tradesmen getting nasty bills. Why do you think our luck will improve in Brussels? Because we'll force it to. Silver. Aren't they pretty? I found them in a little curiosity shop, and I couldn't resist them. Seven. Seven again. I've not ever used them. How silly you are. You look so frightened. They happened to amuse me. I had no idea they were loaded. Not for us, are they, dear? That's not the way to coax Lady Luck. Not your way. By God, no. No, sweet. No. Remember what's ahead of us, Brussels? Brussels? Well, everybody will be there. The offices with their wives, the best people, the richest people, society, a new life, Rodden. Oh, we should be very grateful to Napoleon. Darling. What is Richmond? Is the beginning of a social career. Of a sudden attack. Well, no danger, my dear. There'll be no walls, a single one. No, no, no, don't ask. We're not the walls. Can't I fresh you, Mrs. Crawley? That's just what I'm afraid of. It's the dance of the angels. Of fallen angels. By slapping them? By the inelegant creature. You invite them near, little extra. Choose from among the around. Then choose me. Don't you know me? Have I changed so much in these few years? Oh, no, it isn't true. It can't be. Not so, as you've said. The name sounds good to see you. You haven't changed a bit. I can have picked you out for a month to regiment. I'm still the same little girl who wasn't good enough for you to marry. Oh, don't say that, Peggy. You know, I'd have married you in a moment if it hadn't been for those elephants. You know, there's father who shipped me off to India to hunt the blasted Pachydale. I know. Your dear little sister Media told me all about it. But then, what were you doing in India, Gels? Your son? Peggy, you blacken my character. And butterflies, for a prince. I gave him a lot of butterflies. Come, let's make Rodden listen. Rodden, where is he? He creates good for six and one for his knob seven. Sorry, old chap, my game again. As usual. It's nothing but luck, eh, Rodden? Nothing but luck, George. Very good. Then I owe you 30 pounds. I've already seen Joseph, all of them. Well, you've been neglecting me all these days. Take me for a dance, George. Joseph will play you silly cribbage. Oh, Rodden, perhaps you're letting beat your billiards. Billiards, I haven't done the queue for three years. No choice. Although we have a similar game in India, except we've played with one ball and a mannet. A horseback. Now you shall give me my answer. I'm not very good at giving answers. I shall sell and listen to the question. You'll listen to this one. Why didn't you reply to my letter? Because only very silly people put such things in writing. Rodden can read you now. What if he had seen your letter? Somebody had whispered about it into Amelia's, clearly little ears. It's too late for me to be concerned about Amelia. You and I are going away. Oh, weep. I love Rodden. Always remember that. I remember it daily. I remember when I lose 20 pounds, 50 pounds. I tell myself it'll buy so much lace, so much silk for Becky. Champagne, servants. You've been expensive, Becky, but I lost willingly. Now I have no more. I'm in debt. Have you ever tried to borrow? Not a bad method. There's no one left to borrow from. But that doesn't matter, does it? You don't care anything about money. You make such charming conversation. Why do you deprive Amelia of it? Becky, listen to me. I can't bear to see them together. Becky on Georgia's arm. Georgia's either dancing with her or losing her cards to her husband. I can't do anything unhelpless. I'll take Becky for a dance. And after the dance, she'd find him again. Trust her. And there's another thing I didn't like about your letter. You misspelled every other word. Oh, hang my spelling. Don't play with me. Is there someone else? No. Who is that man? Mr. Homie, intimate affair. A little singing, dance, missing loss. Your grace, she was playing the Polish ambassador. Ah, a diplomatic secret? Well, the ambassador has two prettier wife. She's won me over completely to the Polish cause. At least to the better half of the Polish cause. What is his name? Your instincts are, Becky. The Marquis of Stade, stayed with his millions. Bigger game, eh? Napoleon, I'm so interested in him. Is there any danger here in Raffles? No, madam, as far as I know, Napoleon is many leagues away. Is it true that the King of Prussia is bent on leading his own army? Very. Freddie lead an army. I whispered to you what the Tsar Alexander told me about that. But Lord, you have now with us still remain on their royal shoulders. You see, dear Lady Bereth is from their bodies, especially in France. Remarkable how many people managed to come tonight. I was so sorry to hear about your mother's misfortune. I do hope the operation was successful. Operation? To think of her going blind at her age, and now she can't recognize even acquaintances. These are glasses you're wearing, aren't they? Perfect. I do hope they'll continue to attract men. Who is that Remarkable? The brightest new star in our social sky. He produced me. I could spend midnight studying astronomy. Mrs. Crawley from Italy. Remarkable is just tamed. Who craves the honor of the operation. Hello. Will you pay for me with a dance, Mrs. Crawley? What a joy it's a waltz. So fond of it. Oh, I could die for the waltz. There's some who call it a new modest dance, but I've always called it the dance of the angel. George, Amelia's alone on the terrace. Go to her, ask her for a dance. It's a drink I need, not a dance. Me, war means rising stocks. I play for Napoleon's defeat. What do you play? I? Patient. And we're both above the fortunes of nations. But not above wars. War champagne, broth, bubbles. Your head swims, your heart beats. Then your glass is empty. And you wake with a headache. Headaches can be cured. Hardaches too, my lord. I drink him all wine. A new bottle. And a new hand for it. Oh, my lord. I get drunk so easily. You're both waiting for a light in that sky, madam? Yes, I want this night to end. I don't want the dark. Heaven help us if it ends too soon. If light comes before it's due, Duke of Wellington. It's there in the distance. There? A village? A small village? Waterloo or some such name? Everything went on for the... And it was at that point. Our curie? No, it must be a thunderstorm. Is that a cannon? Your grace, can I shoot this far? Sometimes I almost wish they could. What's a thunderstorm? It's a false alarm. A star? You want to take your wife, George? Occasionally you must remember that you're married. George! Oh, my dear, I've been so concerned about you. You, Becky, concerned about anyone but yourself. I'll take George from me. I have. You'll never take him from me. You're excited of me. You're frightened. I don't want you, George. See you, George. Take care of my poor him. Just dash back for a few moments. Oh, darling, I have so many things to tell you before I go. I've been happy with you. I've gambled and I drank, but always, always I've loved you. Understood each other. Take this money. I shall do this. You sell my watch, my silver dressing case. Oh, darling, I leave you with so many debts. No, no. And then sell my two horses. Don't think about money. I'll make out. I'll pay for your own. I want your back. But remember, never forget this. I worship you, Becky, from your little toes up. For one horse. All these famous men here. I feel I'm speaking the house of Lord. That woman is your sister-in-law now, Jane. Please remember. And remember also that she's very pious. By before I married you, she and I used to read sermons together. It's so delightful in your new home, my dear. These pictures. That's this lady's out there. It's called the name Lavinia and our stay. I bought them last week. Five pounds a beat. Well, they may invite you later. They'll give you a ride. Where, my lord? Not St. James's Palace. Not yet. Patience, Becky. Patience. It will be shaken towards solemn foundation. The foundations may be solemn, but the head isn't. Take ten pounds off you. We'll pay some demanding cash in this house. Do I kick him down the stairs? Be your usual gallant self and just pay the bill. Well, I'll resue. I signed the britches. Can I help you resue? Look here, Becky. It cost me money. You are the borough that Lord Steyland heavily appointed to some post. Well, I've spoken to him and he thinks you'll make a very fine council at some distant spot. Promises are not enough. Am I a council? Do I wear a sword and a cocktail? And do I stand for the britch land? No. Thrice snow. Yes, thrice, yes. Bit by bit. I've been worried about you all night long. Oh, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have. I stayed at the club. Club, eh? You must have met some sirens. That's what? Sirens. Oh, Sally Fawke will have me outfitted. Bit by bit. No servant, Becky. Thirty-seven pounds for livery. And here's a little billy doo for eight hundred or their seal. Bagatelle. What's wrong, Gordon? Everything. I had a nasty night at the club. All those came to blows with deucease. Others have to separate. It's not all that sort of rough. But why? He kept hounding me and threatening me about the four hundred pounds that I owe him. He demanded immediate payment. Well, a pretty time he picked. We haven't sixpence. I know. That's the devil of it. After the ride became a matter for the entire club. Naturally a debt of honor. I was instructed to pay immediately. Well, you go away for a few days and the whole thing will blow over. No, it won't. This is not like owing money to a shopkeeper. This is a gambling debt. I pay or I'm expelled. Captain Dubbin is in charge of collecting it. Who? William Dubbin. He represents the club. Oh. Doo says that little swine while he was here last week and he never even mentioned the debt. He and I gambled while you played billiards. Gamble, what did you play? Dice. And I won. For heaven's sake, you took my money. Loaded dice. Oh, come, come. Now I promised you I never would. A promise is a promise. If I don't even know where they are, I seem to have lost them. Look at me like that. What do you see? They have become a liar, a cheat. Oh, no, no. But how can I help worrying Becky? If where is all this leading us? Is there any end? Are we getting anywhere? Who knows? Who cares? We live elegantly on nothing a year. Look at all this splendor. It won't last. We are paying heavily, little bits of ourselves. Well, it's worth the price. Women who cut me last year would give their eyes to be where I am now because they envy me. This is what I've worked for. I won't give it up. Don't ask me too. Oh, darling, enjoy it with me. But I can't get juice ace out of my mind. I'll raise the money somehow. I could borrow it from the... Stain? You won't. Not from him. Well, we have to take the money where we can find it. Not Stain's money. I won't have all London thinking that... You don't really trust me, do you? Is that what you wish to be? Oh, no, darling. I'll believe only what you tell me and nothing that you deny. Oh. Then believe that I'm your Becky and that I love you. I love you and nothing else will matter. Don't worry, darling. Perhaps Darwin can be persuaded to wait. Mrs. Crawley, I'm a brother-office of your husbands and I'm sincerely trying to help him. All I can say is that the debt will have to be paid promptly. It's a debt of honor. Well, I told you we have no money. Well, you propose I turn for 400 pounds. I have no suggestions to make. I'm afraid you'll have to raise 500 up for. Really? A hundred pounds added for interest or damages to Duce's wounded feelings? I'll try to explain as kindly as I can. Mr. Duce came to me privately. He was very much the gentleman to charge this before the club. It seems that you played dice with him some time last week and he lost 100 pounds. He did? Well, it's so hard to remember. At your house, you used a pair of silver dice. Loaded dice. You managed to take them with him after the game. Unfortunately, I've never seen them before. Do you intend to use them? I hope not. Oh, come on. You're rather enjoying this. Here I am. You've always considered me a media's bad angel. You've always hated me. Now I'm in your power. Well, not in my power. I'm still trying to help Rod. Oh, of course. Then this isn't a personal matter. Then, if I appealed to your chivalry, would you lend me the money? No. But perhaps you'd grant me a delay. I don't think I could persuade Mr. Duce's. I didn't think you would. So I came all prepared to do business with you. I have something to sell, something I think you would be interested in buying. Madam, I couldn't possibly be... Wait, wait. Did you see it? I brought it with me. By the way, I was broken hearted to hear that Amelia had rejected you again. Mrs. Crawley. Poor, darling Amelia. She still possessed with the idea that she must be true to George, loyal to the dear ghost who was so true to her when he was alive. I've no desire to discuss... Not to discuss how to gain the key to her rusty little heart, Captain. Oh, what noble self-denial. George wrote me a letter. Not a letter in jam. That's clear. The idea was that he and I elope. You remember the Duchess of Richmond's ball? We were to go away that night. Oh, it would be invaluable in your courtship. Can you imagine the change it would bring in Amelia? It's for sale, 500 pounds. Mrs. Crawley, women like you... How much time have I to pay? Till tomorrow morning. Oh, generous, generous. You'll get the money. I was just thinking, if our Amelia would I respond any more readily to your charm? I know you were in town. Rebecca, you haven't told me anything. What is it? What has happened? Tell me. Oh, no, I count your kindness, only makes it worse. Rebecca, my dear girl, my own little sister, tell me, I have a right to know. I'm the head of the family now. Oh, why do you force me? It's so humiliating to talk of money. Oh, dear, perhaps you're right. Your secrets are your own. Yes, why should I tell you that I need 500 pounds at once or else I'll kill myself? You shouldn't, you mustn't. Even if you did, I couldn't afford any more money. Oh, I know, I know. You've always been most generous. Besides, someone else has offered to help me. Someone else who? Oh, a friend. On second thought, you can have it, sister. Brother. But on a condition that you let me rescue you from an unholy and imprudent connection, I refer to the Marquis of Stain. Promise me that, dear Rebecca, promise me my conscience is against it. My conscience. And your conscience is kissing my hand now. Yes, my brotherly love. Ah, Rebecca, do you recall how we read sermons together? Couldn't we read a few soon? The Marquis of Stain fortunate. He has no conscience. And as for brotherly love, not an ounce of it. It performs her part, mama. I'm to find 500 pounds for you and must afford my part. Why do you sing, my dear? Is that a prosaic matter? I sing because I'm embarrassed and I sing because I hate to beg. I'm sorry I appear to make it so difficult for you. The money is at your disposal, of course. And what is it for this time? Pretty ribbons, toast for your breakfast? Or to say my name? Or charity? There we have it. I'm trying to help an unfortunate man with a deserving wife. Perhaps you'll know them. The crawl is. He got in a disagreeable mess at his club. A gambling debt. I'm delighted with the opportunity to serve you. If I give you this money, will you consider the possibility of granting me this evening that it will suffer that you promise me for so long now? Oh. I've been very patient, you know. I am sorry, but Rodin and I planned something else for this evening. Will he not be going to the club in a hurry to pay that unfortunate debt? He'll have to. Won't he? Yes. Thank you, my dear. And now go on with your singing. You sing the most charming. There's sunshine in my heart, mama, which awakens and rejoices. And so I sing and blush, mama. And that's the reason why. And so I sing and blush, mama. No luck. No. Did you try, everybody? Yes. Everybody. Come here. For surprise. Wonderful. Where did you get it? Stain? Oh, nonsense. Your south down came in this afternoon. You know he owed me 500 pounds. No, I didn't. When did you discover it? The moment he sent the money, silly. Sent it? I thought he came over. Well, both. He came over and he sent the men with it. Well, take it, darling. Be on your way with it. There's no time to lose. No, I suppose not. Oh, darling, you've had a miserable day. You need some amusement. Would you like to stay at the club this evening and play billiards? Yes. Well, rotten. You're not taking the money. Yes, I was going to leave the money, wasn't I? But you must go tonight. Tonight, eh? It would be quite serious if I didn't. Tonight. I agree with you. Oh, rotten. It's our last day. We'll never have another. Once this last day is paid. Thank you for remembering. The little house is flooded. And my little head is in the clouds. But your senses swim. Don't leave that out, Mickey. In a sea of happiness, I don't know what I'm about. I'll tell you. You are about to eat a strawberry. I saw you watching while I was kissing your hand. Well, Lord, you've wounded me. Do you question my emotion? On the contrary. I'm flattered that a midnight visit from the wolf should prove so exciting to a lamb of your coolness and self-possession. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint your lordship, but this lamb is far from being excited. She thinks there's some good in every wolf. Who are optimistic lamb? What was that? Nothing. Somebody's seen the street of quarreling or making love. Why, you don't expect an intruder, do you? No. Returning husbands can hardly be called intruders. What a pity that yours is forced to remain away. You seem confident, my lord. I am. Curiously enough, Mr. Crawford is arrested by a bailiff, just as he was entering his club. Arrested? So I have reason to believe. Of course, I wasn't there to see it myself. It was the most unfortunate mistake. In the morning, the mistake will be discovered. There will be apologies. The whole thing will be treated as a harmless little joke. Only a joke? Then we are free to enjoy the wine. And with your wit and charm, how easy it'll be to forget everything. Not everything, Becky. You mustn't forget your ambitions. Ambitions? I work like a galley slave to get into your fine society. And what have I got for it? The privilege of dining with the dullest people in London. We can't have ancestors not be dulled. I'd rather be a Parsons wife. But you're not, Becky. You're going to cook and sew and mend stockings? No. Now do I replenish the earth? Therefore you must enjoy life as you find it, Becky. You mustn't be hypocrites, you know. Otherwise, what would happen to things like this little feast of ours? This innocent little feast. My lord, always your little tenorocities. What beautiful pearls. Didn't you hear something? You heard your own wicked little heart. No, no. How did you do it, Becky? How the devil did you ever catch me fancy because there isn't an ounce of sweetness or goodness about you? That's your secret. Oh, wait, wait. We must drink to that. To your marvelous portrait of me. To your shrewd understanding. Here's to... My lord and I having... My lord and I, we didn't go to the club. When you left the house, you didn't go to the club. Trap. Mrs. Caller's husband returns home unexpectedly. He doesn't go to his club. Well, sir, how much am I blackmailed for? Why do I do nothing, I'm innocent. My lord, tell him I'm innocent. Innocent. Come, what's the amount? I've already paid 500 for your absence. No, no, no! You'll regret this to the end of your life. Why bother? Why squabble about something that you don't own and I don't want? Listen to me. If I've ever done anything... Those pearls, take them off. I can explain. I've nothing to hide. All the world might have been here. Don't hate me. Well, let them go. I don't want them. It's only you I want. I love you. I love you. I won't let you go. I'll fight for you. I couldn't have done anything else. I had to help. I had to do something for you. For both of us. Don't hate me. Try to understand. Oh, my darling, I'm yours. Nothing else matters. My love for you is the only real thing I have in my life. Don't take that away from me. I'm your wife. Not my wife. Just someone I was once married to. But that's over with. I'd seen her last night. I'm expecting a remittance any day now. I used to call them me cousins. I had an earl. He was a dancer. I had me a mean partner. Me jewels. Me carriages. No. And me scrubbing brush. There won't be any brush for me not broom you old crow. It's not in the car. The king of hearts. Rodin, see how close we are to each other. Here's the king of spades between them. The king of spades. He always keeps us apart. Well, you can forget about it if you're drinking up brandy. Superstition nonsense. I'm not the queen of hearts and Rodin's not the king. Who cares? Cards won't bring him back anywhere. Then why do you sit here wishing sigh? Because I dream and I don't want to dream. I don't want to see him shipwrecked, killed, dying of fever. Farms never lie. Becky, you mustn't look away. Emmy, how can I face you here looking like this? Joseph, my gentle friend. That's better. Thought you were going to throw me out. You know that brush in my stomach wasn't very cordial. Emmy, what are you doing here? Why did you come? Nothing could have kept me away. But Joseph came home and said that he'd seen you. I said, Emmy, I've just seen Becky cutting capers. She said you didn't. I said, I did, capers. We've gone on arguing for hours. But Dobbin arrived with a partner. Dobbin? Is he with you? Oh, no, he just happened to accompany me. He's been happening for years. What I mean to say is accompanying Emmy. At this very moment, he's down in the taproom accompanying a mug of beer. He wouldn't come up. He still remembers. Don't, Becky. The past must be forgotten. Oh, nothing, dear. It's such a mess. It doesn't matter, dear. We always used to sit on the bed for our talk. Come sit by me. Becky, I still have your little bed. It's in my house. How would you like to have it again for your very own? I offer it to you with all the old affection. You can't stay here. Come and live with me. Oh, this is a dream. Dream, eh? Well, it isn't. Leave us, Joss. Go down to Darwin in the taproom. Becky and I have much to say that's not for strange years. My years strange? They're the same ones I've worn for 40 years. Did you mean what you say? Do you know what you're doing for me? You're saving me for myself from this, from Pitt with his luring charity in his clammy hands. I've written him a letter tweeting for money. You have no need of him now? No, I can go with you. Oh, for the first time in years, I'm happy again. I can breathe. Please, you've done this for me. You owe me, you owe me. Always you've been like a sister to me over here. You've decided to come up after all. Joseph has just told me that you've asked Mrs. Crawley to... Oh, I knew it. He was too good to love. But you've asked her to come and live with you. He told you the truth, William. Becky's the oldest friend I had in the world. She wasn't always a friend to you. I don't care to remember that. Isn't there such a thing as forgiveness? Forgiver, if you will, help. Forgive her money, but don't take her with you. She needs me. She's hard. She's selfish. She'll take advantage of you. As your friend, I can't let you do this. Promise me you won't. I've given you the devotion of a lifetime. This is the only favor I've ever asked of you. If you deny me, this will mean the end of our friendship. I must do what's right. Then goodbye. Break your heart to lose him. Emmy, I'm not coming home with you. I'll not let you do this. I'll send you back to Darwin, no matter how much he's hated me. Don't give up, love. Don't let it be taken from you by me or anybody else. Fight for it. Keep it. It doesn't come often. But you, you... Don't worry about me. I'll manage. Go downstairs. He'll be waiting for you. Take his hand. Ask him to marry you. But I'll never marry him. You will, why shouldn't you? Because of George. I must be true to his memory, his love. Love? Why you fool, you monkey? He never really loved you. He did. I'll prove it to you. No matter what you say, I'll think he did. Oh, he was never faithful to you. He made love to me because you were hardly married to him. Here it is. You know the handwriting. He wrote this to me. Send it to me in Brussels, right under your unsuspecting little nose. Now you know. Now you're free to forget the past. Go to the man who really loves you. Marry him. Go on, go on. I say, Emmy, did you and Darwin have a breeze? Just you're drunk. Drunk? Drunk. Is she running, too? To Darwin, she's going to marry him. What? What's the matter with you? What have you lost? Lost my heart out of my puzzle to see my sister blessed with such happiness. Why, they'll be happy, but they haven't stolen all the happiness in the world. I think they have. Would you like to sit down and be just as happy as they are? Yes. Do you like Brandy Jota? Well, how would it sit with a beer in there? Perfect. Extra fine cognac. And we have biscuits and gorgonzola. We'll have a little feast. Do you mind sharing the plate with me? No. Quite the content. I'm even so, so bored. Have only one night. I'm ashamed to admit. Isn't it enchanting? Insulting. It's your, your insulting too. Drink hearty, drink deep. A million years have passed since we drank together. Or sat together, undisturbed. Returning glance for glance. Smile for smile. Gorgonzola for Gorgonzola. To the happy two people. To the memory of the past. And the joy of the present. When two people meet again and they agree. That's it. Agree. I, I honor the sanctioned day. To pitch their little tent or little cottage with the trees and the stars above them. I honor the stars above them. And the murmuring of moonlit streams and the perfume of flowers. Does that fetch you, you dear gay fellow? It's you that are gay, Becky. Gay and, and garrant. Come, come closer, Becky. Oh, just you frighten me. You're so intense. Intense but, but honorable, Becky. Tell me, are you a widow? Yes or no, because you must become my widow next. Later, later we'll talk about it. Now you must help me pack. I've had enough of all this. We're going. Going? Well. May fair India anywhere away from all this. Well, we can't begin. I, I have no money. No money? You're poor? Who dares accuse Joseph Waterloo suddenly of poverty? No, it's just like I have no cash. We'll have to wait here for a week till my next month allowance comes. But I can't wait the landlord will have me jailed by then. Speak of the devil. Who's there? It's I, Rebecca and Jane. My letter, they've come. What shall I do? Let me, let me throw them out. Wait. Perhaps they're a blessing in the sky. Becky. Sister. We're out of money we need. I'll get it from Pitt. Oh, darling Jane. I can't believe it's really you. One moment. I must make myself presentable. I'm out of the window. If Pitt finds you here, I'll never get the money from him. I'm out. Come on. Cheers. Go with my head. Quite ready. There you go. Come on. Come on. My Jane. My forgiving kinsman. To see you again. To feel my hand in yours after such a long time. Your letter came, Rebecca. Our hearts were deeply touched by your plight. My prayers have been answered. Yes. We've come to rescue you. To restore you to the bosom of our family, to the tranquility of Queen's Crawley. Queen's Crawley? I'm overcome. But before we do that, my dear, you must cleanse your soul. Rebecca, would it not make you happy to go to church with us before we talk of anything else? Oh, I'd go happily, happily. As soon as I settle with the landlord, he'll not let me leave the house until I pay the money I owe him. Isn't the peace of your soul more urgent? Yes. But so is the landlord. Urgent. And... I trust it's not a large amount. I'm not over. Two hundred pounds. Settle with him for thirty-five. A hundred and fifty? Fifty then. Make it a hundred, brother. Then we can go and listen to the sermon. Thank you. What was that? Aren't you alone? Alone, always alone. I must have been a mouse. And now, dear, get your wallet and come to regain peace. Yes. Regain. Peace. Oh, peace. Regain. Barney. Oh, Mr. Jones. What's wrong? You feel my heart and excitement of seeing you. Water. Oh, no, no, no. Perhaps I'll feel better soon if I rest it. Yes, rest. And I shall stay with you and care for you in your knee. Oh, no, you must not. I'll never forgive myself for this. You must go, dear. I'm used to myself. So please go and come back for me later. Come, dear. Rebecca's over us. Soon she says we should be better. This book of moral precepts would be brought to you. When you're better, read and profit. The title is Rewards of Virtue. Until later, dear. Poor child. Rest well. What stand are blinking at? We must get out of here. I'm not blinking. That's love. All the trunks before the locket. Go away. Go away. Princes.