Vanity Fair CD2
Your Grace. My lords, ladies and gentlemen.
The enemy is past the River Sambre and our left is already engaged.
We march in three hours.
- Becky! - Rawdon! Rawdon!
I'm not afraid, but I'm a big target for a shot.
And if I should go down, I want you to know what there is.
I've had a good run here, so you've a wad of money.
There's a horse left to sell, and...
well, those trunks are worth 30 alone.
You mean, we owe 30 on them.
Well, I'll wear me old uniform, so you can sell the new one.
What with the saddles, guns, rings and...
and this little lot...
you'll have enough to keep you dry,
get you back to London before... I'll manage.
Won't you just.
There never was a woman who could manage like you, Becky Sharp.
You won't do anything brave, will you?
Tears from my strong little Becky?
I'm a woman in love, aren't I?
Oh, my darling.
If you should awake to find me dead...
You must be sure, at least, of this:
That you are a woman who has been truly loved.
S'il vous plaît. Aidez-nous.
Somebody, please sell us a horse.!
Mrs. Crawley! Mrs. Crawley, over here, if you please!
Lady Bareacres. What a surprise.
We sent our servant to the inn to look for a horse,
but the only one left is Captain Crawley's.
- What will you take for it? - Nothing from you, my lady.
Don't be silly, my dear. We've always been friends, haven't we?
- No. We have not. - Now listen to me.
You can come with us if you wish, but we must, and will, have that horse!
- Hmph! - Why couldn't you be civil to the woman?
Mrs. Crawley.! Mrs. Crawley, come back, please.!
Mrs. Crawley.! Discretion being the better part of valor,
- I'm afraid it is time to quit Brussels. - Are we really losing, Lord Darlington?
They say the enemy has broken through the lines.
Which brings me to my point. Did you sell Lady Bareacres your horse?
Doesn't anyone love me for myself alone?
You may buy it if you give me a seat in your carriage.
- Done. - Quickly! We must get it.
- Why must she come with us? - First, because I like her.
Second, she's pregnant.
Third, it's the condition upon which she gave us the horse.
Mrs. Crawley, hurry! We must leave now!
Please.! Help me.! Has anyone seen George Osborne?
George Osborne of the Ninth.! Please.!
Amelia! What are you doing?
You shouldn't be out here! Come along.
Mrs. Crawley.! Come now, if you're coming.!
Lord Darlington, is there room for Mrs. Osborne?
Only if you give up your place.
Don't worry about me. I'll wait here for George, whatever comes.
We'll meet again in London.
Well, I do hope so. Good luck to you.
There must be news of my George!
Amelia, you must take hold of yourself!
We're soldier's wives. We live with uncertainty.
How would you feel if you had spent last night alone...
while your husband danced with another woman?
If you have stolen his last evening from me, I shall never forgive you!
How could you say such a thing? I won't listen to it.
If you must hear the truth, your George is not...
What? My George is not what?
Is not the man to see you risk your health... or his baby.
Come inside, and we'll wait together.
What would Miss Pinkerton say of us now?
Two mothers-to-be in the midst of a war.
Not quite what we studied in etiquette class.
Are you frightened?
Of giving birth, I mean.
Hmm. You know me. I'm tough as a nut.
I'll probably have my baby after tea and then dance at a ball the same evening.
I'm not frightened, either.
At least, not for myself.
As long as George's child is well.
It's the bagpipes.
- But... that means... - Victory.
"My dearest father, though we parted in anger,
I want you to know I will not disgrace you in the challenge that lies ahead. '"
Mr. Osborne. Mr. Osborne.
Rather, I beg your pardon, Major Dobbin, since better men than you are dead...
and you've stepped into their shoes. Better men are dead.
I wish to speak of one. Make it short, sir.
You are aware his widow has been left a pauper.
I do not know his widow. Nor wish to.
And what of his child?
Will you not wish to know that?
It's just another consequence of George's disobedience and folly.
She would have me give you this. If it's a message from that woman, I do not wish to read it.
It is a message from your son, sir.
She has carried it for you from that day to this.
"Forgive me if you can.
"And try to remember your loving and grateful son.
George. '" Georgy!
My darling boy!
- Isn't he an angel? - An angel.
When George died I thought,
I will never have room in my heart for anyone else.
We weren't expecting you today.
I've come to tell you I've put in for a transfer.
- I embark next week for Bombay. - Bombay?
Heavens. Why Bombay?
Because it is as far away from here as I could manage.
But I will resign my commission, and I will stay in England...
- if you ask me to. - If I ask you to?
I will not go if you tell me not to.
You must seeJos when you get there.
I can write to you? Tell you how Georgy is doing?
The agents will forward any letters.
We'll meet again one day.
This one here stays.
Come, come, Rawdy. This is your new home!
Scullery, dining room, boudoir.
I'm sorry to be the bearer of sad tidings, Colonel.
You know how I esteemed your aunt. There was no suffering.
Mr. Pitt and LadyJane looked after her tenderly until the end.
I'll bet they did.
Right. Let me know if there's anything more I can do for you.
She cut me out.
Pitt has swept the pool.
Oh, Becky, it's you and Rawdy I feel sorry for.
Don't. It'll come right. You'll see.
I'm a governess, and you're a gambler. We were never going to shoot into society.
It'll take time.
What will we eat in the meantime?
Oh, my dear, let me manage that.
We're Crawleys, and Crawleys have credit.
You'll be surprised to see how well we can live on practically nothing a year.
Excuse me, ma'am. Master Rawdy has something to show you.
What is it, Nurse?
Well, if those aren't the stoutest steps...
I've ever seen a young man take.
Why, you'll be marching to the colors in no time, my boy.
- Come! - Yes!
How are you today, my boy? Huh? Fine, sir.
Good. Here we go.
- Yes? - Are you a soldier, sir?
Yes, my boy. I am.
My papa was a soldier, sir. He fell at Waterloo.
I'm sorry to hear that. What was his name?
Captain George Osborne, sir, of the Ninth.
Oh, but I knew him well.
What's the matter with you?
Oh, for heaven's sake, Maria. Out with it.
It's just that I was driving in the park the other day, and...
And? And, and, and, and, and?
Father. I saw little George.
He was with Mr. Sedley,
and I knew him at once.
He's as beautiful as an angel.
And... And so like him.
Dash it, Becky.
Is this really the best we can manage?
There's my desk. Here's the key.
If you can find a spare penny piece in it, I'll take my hat off to you.
Unless you mean for once to make a contribution.
The whole animal was made of scrag end!
If only the butcher didn't want to be paid. How can he be so selfish?
Don't be hard on me, old girl.
I've had a run ofbad luck.
Things'll get better.
That Mr. Moss is here. I've brought him up.
Take him back down again, damn you. Until we've finished eating!
- Rawdon, please. - Needs must, Colonel.
And I hope you've got good news for me.
I'm sorry, Mr. Moss, but we're not magicians.
We can't give you the money if we haven't got it.
Why not? You can spend it when you haven't got it.
Oh, you're wasted as a bailiff. You should write for the stage.
And you should go on it. You're a good enough actress.
That is enough! We cannot pay it, and there it is. Now get out.
All right, I'll go. But I'll be back.
Clear the way there!
Get out of the way!
Is this really your home then?
Yes, it is.
How is such a thing possible? What do you want with me, sir?
I have a proposal to put to you.
Why do you do that, Mama? It is so degrading.
I do it so we can eat. Hunger is degrading too.
That is our food, Georgy! It is not a toy!
I hate our food. And I have no toys.
None that I want anyway.
How can you be so cruel?
When he might have had the finest education money could buy.
When he could have been as rich as a lord.
And his own mother steals his future...
because she wants to tuck him up in bed.
"A mother's love is worth more than palaces in Mayfair."
Do you not remember what Major Dobbin wrote?
- Pray don't talk about Major Dobbin. - Why not?
What's the point, now he's engaged?
Oh, didn't you read Joseph's letter?
"How are you, my dear Amelia?
"And how is all your little family?
"If you did but know how brightly your image burns for me...
"and how I dream of you and Georgy hand-in-hand.
"Every detail of your daily life is precious to me...
as I sit and write beneath the Indian sun. '"
"Thank you for your letter which took three months to reach me... Mother?
But was very welcome when it did. '"
Mother, what are you doing here? I was coming to see you on Saturday.
"Georgy is in good health... I made Georgy some shirts.
And living with his grandfather. '" I was going to leave them for him.
Oh, Mother. I couldn't wear your funny old shirts now.
Good day to you, madam. Come along, Georgy.
You are silly, Mama.
- Silly old Mama! - "I am persuaded it is better.
So, for his sake, I must submit. '"
Listen, Dobbs, if you'd rather leave it for some other time, I can easily find someone else.
No. No, no, I'm coming.
"I confess it was with quite a pang that I read Joseph's news of your engagement. '"
Dobbs, I can't breathe!
Good Lord, Dobbs. Have you lost your mind altogether?
It's time I returned to England.
Here's your medicine, Sir Pitt.
Take it away. There's no medicine can cure what ails me.
I'm dying, Horrocks. This is the end. Oh, come, Sir Pitt.
Shall I fetch Mr. Pitt? Or the doctor?
Or the lawyer?
That's the question, Horrocks.
Pitt's had Tilly's money.
Shall he have mine too?
Or should it go to Rawdon? Hmm?
And foxy little Becky?
I can fetch the lawyer if you want me to, sir.
Uh? Oh, no.
No. Let Pitt have it all. Yeah.
He's a pompous beggar,
but he'll keep this old place together.
And your piano practice? I hope you've not been neglecting it.
No, Miss... I mean Mrs. Crawley.
I'm glad to hear it. You must play for me.
And, Rose, what is your best subject? French.
No airs. No bid to bury her governess's past.
You cannot dislike her for that, surely?
No. I agree. Not for that.
Uh, Rawdon, after luncheon,
perhaps you'd like to see my pamphlet on the emancipation issue? Oh, God, help me.
Uh, Mrs., uh, Crawley,
when you told Miss Crawley that your mother was a Montmorency...
I never said that. I spoke once of the Montmorencys, but that's all.
She must have misunderstood me. My mother sang opera.
- Mm. - Mm-hmm.
What shall we do after luncheon?
Well, we are in mourning. Uh, uh, yes.
Y-You are right to say so,
but I don't think my father's death should banish all social converse.
Then what I should like to do best would be to play something with our little boys.
Little Pitt has not been well.
W-Well, I gave Little Pitt some tonic before lunch.
- I remember how your medicines helped poor Miss Crawley. - Mm.
We're all, uh, family here, so l-I feel we may speak openly.
L- I hope, um, Aunt Matilda's final disposition...
Miss Crawley gave me the most wonderful husband in the world.
How could I be angry with her?
I'm glad her fortune will restore the glory of this place and this family,
of which I'm proud to be a member.
It is we Crawleys, madam, who are the gainers by your marriage.
- Thank you. - Mm.
Bye, Auntie Becky.!
Bye, Uncle Rawdon.! Bye.!
I like AuntJane. Don't you, Papa?
I do. Pitt's lucky there. She's kind and good.
I could be good on 5,000 a year.
Oh, do you not care for her, then?
What does that matter? Don't you see what this means?
We're back in the family. At long last we've begun.
Careful of that table now. That's valuable, that is.
Excuse me! What are you doing? What are you doing?
I told you I'd be back, lady. Here, look, you'd better wrap up that cooker glass.
No! How dare you try and bring out my things on the street! Here, let me have that!
I'll call the constable! You can call the King for all I care!
Give it back to me! I'm takin' it! You're not having this!
Give it to me! I wonder if I might be of some help.
A pleasure doing business.
We meet at last.
I know you, Lord Steyne, you do not know me.
You will have forgotten, but you were kind to my father once, many years ago.
I am seldom praised for... for being kind. What was his name?
You are Francis Sharp's daughter?
He had a great talent for painting, as I recall,
and none at all for life.
I'm attempting to redress that balance. It is my challenge.
I've watched you in the lists. I wish you luck.
It will not be easy.
Of course, it's the women who keep the doors of society closed.
They do not like outsiders to discover that there's nothing behind them.
Should you like to come to Gaunt House?
Very much, my lord.
You will be bored there.
My wife is as gay as Lady Macbeth...
and my daughters-in-law as cheerful as Goneril and Regan.
They will bully you and snub you and patronize you.
But that's what you want, I suppose.
You should take this.
You don't want him back tomorrow.
You're playing with fire, Becky. Dearest, be reasonable.
You can pander all you like to the great and the good.
We're not their type, never will be. Of course we are.
You have the best blood in England in your veins if only you'd use it.
You know, Lord Steyne's planning a dinner next week with the Minister of War.
He promises to talk of nothing but you.
The cards are in your hand, darling.
Must I show you how to play them?
So now you are to instruct me in games of chance?
I just want you to think on the winnings.
Oh, I know what we have to win. I'm just afraid of what we might lose.
You're taking favors from a tiger, Becky.
I'm not afraid.
Keep your eyes open.
¤ Come with me ¤
¤ And we will go ¤¤
Must I repeat myself? You will write a card to Colonel and Mrs. Crawley.
But Blanche writes them.
Not this time, I don't.
Lady Steyne, I cannot believe...
that I am compelled to issue a request three times.
I will write it.
Then I will not be present. I will go home.
Good! Stay there!
Let me be free of your damned tragedy airs.!
Who are you to give orders?
You're here to have children and you're barren!
My son is sick of you.! There's no one in the house that doesn't wish you dead.!
Besides, what's the matter with Mrs. Crawley?
She's not well born, it's true,
but she's no worse than Fanny's illustrious ancestor, the first de la Jones.
- The money I brought to this family, sir... - Purchased my second son as a husband...
whom the whole world knows is mad.
This is my house.
If I invite the trash from every prison and brothel in London,
you will receive them and you'll make them welcome.
Remember. You have no friends beyond this door.
Lady Bareacres, what did you make of the new Figaro? I thought it was quite interesting.
I hear you sing and play beautifully, Mrs. Crawley.
I wish you'd sing for me. It would be my pleasure.
What are you doing? I've seen enough cruelty in this house to want to inflict it.
"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal."
¤ Now sleeps the crimson petal ¤
¤ Now the white ¤
¤ Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ¤
¤ Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font ¤
¤ The firefly wakens ¤
¤ Waken thou with me ¤
¤ Now droops the milkwhite peacock ¤
¤ Like a ghost ¤
¤ And like a ghost she glimmers on to me ¤
¤¤Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars ¤¤
¤¤And all thy heart lies open unto me ¤¤
¤ Now folds the lily all her sweetness up ¤
¤ And slips into the bosom of the lake ¤
¤¤So fold thyself, my dearest, thou ¤¤
¤ And slip ¤
¤ Into my bosom ¤
¤ And be lost ¤
¤ In me ¤¤
You are through the door.
That boy of yours, when does he go away to school?
Oh, when he's older, I suppose.
No, no. He must learn to stand on his own two feet at once.
Miss that lesson in childhood and you'll miss it all your life.
Well, I'm not sure Rawdon could spare him yet. And he's very spirited.
I shall arrange it.
No need to thank me.
Perhaps then we could see a little more of each other.
Aren't you forgetting my husband?
I never forget anything, Mrs. Crawley.
Least of all an unpaid debt.
She hasn't been at all well, has she?
Must I go? Must I really?
Can't I stay if I promise to be good?
It won't be for long, old chap. Yes, it will.
It's time, darling.
Tonight, Lord Steyne will unveil his mystery performance...
directed by himself and performed by the Duchess of Lancaster,
the Countess of Slingstone and other great ladies ofhis lordship's acquaintance.
Your Majesty, my lords, ladies and gentlemen, please be seated.
The entertainment is about to begin.
What has Steyne got planned, Lady Steyne? I wish I knew.
- Steyne the Pasha and his nautch girls. - I give you the ballet Zirnana.
It's Mrs. Crawley.
Well done, all.
- Yes. - Bravo.!
Ah, Mrs. Crawley.
To the victor the spoils.
You have carried off our hearts in triumph.
If that is so, Your Majesty,
then you may rest easy that your heart will be well looked after.
That is a relief, for it has been bruised in its time.
You must tell me at dinner how you mean to treat it.
You will sit next to me.
Precedence would make that a little difficult, sir.
I am the King, Lady Gaunt. I confer precedence.
Well, are you happy?
I said that I would make you queen of the night and I have.
I'm certainly grateful, my lord. But not happy?
Well, which of us is happy?
Not you? Surely you take pleasure in your pictures. Yes.
I can hide behind them. You, my lord, hide from what?
From the simple truth that is known to every shepherd and footman...
that the only thing of value in this life is to love...
and be loved.
I've hidden from it because I didn't think that I would ever find it.
Now I believe I have.
You jest with me, my lord.
I make a poor companion with the splendors that surround you.
The chief advantage of being born into society...
is that one learns early what a tawdry puppet play it is.
You remember the child who set a high price on this picture...
before she could bear to see it go?
Not high enough.
The trouble is, Mrs. Crawley, you've taken the goods.
It's too late to query the price.
May I walk with you?
By all means, Wenham.
Good evening, Colonel. Oh, Lord!
It's a small thing, Colonel. £165 you owe Mr. Nathan.
For God's sake, Wenham, lend me 100. I have 70 at home.
I'm sorry. I don't have £10 in the whole world, my dear fellow.
Don't worry. Mr. Moss will take good care of you, won't you, Mr. Moss?
I run the most comfortable debtor's prison in London. Come on.
You sure I can't get you anything, Colonel?
My wife will be here at any moment.
If you say so, sir. Ring the bell when you want something.
- You did deliver my letter, yes? - I delivered it myself, sir.
Is there no one else I might call on?
My brother, I suppose.
But I hardly like to trouble him when I know that Becky will be on her way before too long.
Even so, sir.
Poor Rawdon. He's in prison.
I know. I'll send my man Wenham with the bail tomorrow.
One night won't kill him.
Heaven knows he's on familiar territory.
Oh, Becky. Thank God.
It is I, Rawdon. It's Jane.
When your note came, I read it.
I've paid Mr. Moss.
This is no place for a woman like you.
You should not have come here. I'm not worth it.
Yes, you are. You are worth it.
I want to change, Jane.
I mean to make a different life for Rawdy and I.
At least I mean to try. Then you will succeed.
Now, get your things and I'll take you home.
I must apologize...
for my excessive zeal.
You need no forgiveness from me.
Oh, but I do. I need your forgiveness.
And your love.
Suppose my wish is to finish now, if I ask no other favor?
You've had your wishes, Mrs. Crawley.
Crawley. What kept you?
Nothing happened, Rawdon. I beg you to believe me. I'm innocent.
What are you two scheming about? Tell him I'm innocent.
You, innocent? When my money has bought every trinket on your body?
Let me pass, sir. You cowardly, villainous liar!
Rawdon! Rawdon, don't! What are you doing?
Take off that necklace.
Now get out!
Open it! Open it.
I want to know if you or he are lying. Open it!
A thousand pounds.
You might have spared me a hundred, Becky.
I always shared with you.
Rawdon! Rawdon, wait!
Please.! Forgive me.
I made a grave mistake. I'm sorry.
You cannot know the journey that I have made.
Oh, I should. I traveled with you.
Not from the beginning.
In my way, I've loved you.
Then that is your misfortune. Good-bye, Rebecca.
"Following the premature death of His Excellency, the Governor of Coventry Island,
"we hear the post is to be offered to the distinguished veteran of Waterloo,
Colonel Rawdon Crawley."
Well, this is excellent.
Excellent be damned!
The place is a graveyard, and it is Steyne who sends me to it.
Well, whatever the reason,
this is a chance and you must take it.
Good boy. Steady now.
My life has not been much.
Everything I've touched has turned to dust,
except that boy.
Would you take care of him for me?
Rawdon, I promise you I will love him as my own.
I do already.
God bless you.
Who? Who said that?
Madame de Crawley.
Off to work.
Place your bets.
I'm sorry, I don't speak... Is this your first time in the casino?
And if it is? You must use your beginner's luck wisely.
The chance will not come again.
George. What would Amelia say if she knew you were here?
Not now, Dobbin. May I present...
But I know the major very well.
Don't tell me it is the infamous Mrs. Crawley. George.
It is, sir. So your mother must be traveling on the continent.
Your grandfather forgave her in the end?
He did, God bless him. He left her well provided for.
We've been traveling with my mother's friend.
Alas, Major Dobbin, are you still only her friend?
You must see Mama. Come tomorrow.
We're at the Erbprinz Hotel.
She won't want to be disturbed.
Major Dobbin, I don't remember you for a tease.
I would love to. Tell her I'll be there in the morning.
You must have known my father.
Do you think I'm like him?
It is not your place to issue invitations. But if she's an old friend...
She's an old acquaintance. It's not the same. Your mother won't wish to see her.
Of course I want to see her.
Becky. How could I not?
That little devil brings mischief wherever she goes. She killed her husband.
He died of tropical fever.
You can hardly lay that at her door. Can't I?
They took her son from her.
Rubbish. Rawdon took the boy away because cats are better mothers.
And what do you know of motherhood? You have no child.
Don't I know it?
And if I have any authority in this house...
You have none, sir.
Who do you think you are? My father?
I know what your heart is capable of.
It can cling faithfully to a misty memory and cherish a dream,
but it cannot recognize or return a love like mine.
- L-I have been your friend. - No.
You have allowed me to be your friend.
We have spent enough of our lives at this play, Amelia.
Let this end.
We are both weary of it.
When his cousin died, I knew Rawdy would spend his life at Queen's Crawley.
He belongs there.
But you must see him.
Why don't you? Does LadyJane prevent it?
No. Jane would not keep me from him.
But Rawdy has become a great man.
I love him and I wish him well, but my place is no longer with him.
Tell me, how is Major Dobbin?
I passed him as I came here, looking very fierce.
We have fallen out. Over me?
Over you, yes, but over other things as well.
Amelia Osborne, you're a damn fool.
He is your dearest friend.
It matters not what he thinks of me. You should go and fetch him.
I cannot, Rebecca. You don't know what lies between us. I do.
Ever since I saw him buy that piano, I've known how it stood between you.
That was George. It was Dobbin.
- I saw him with my own eyes. - George loved me.
George Osborne loved no one but himself.
He'd have jilted you but for Dobbin and left you if he'd lived.
Dobbin was right.
Wherever you go, you trail wickedness and heartache in your wake.
I came prepared for this. George gave this to me at the Duchess of Richmond's Ball.
Whatever it is, I will not read it.
"My darling, Becky, won't you save me from a life of dreary toil?
Fly with me. We will dance our way across Europe. Your George. '"
That is the man you have made your life a shrine to.
I've been a fool.
We have all been fools.
But you may still remedy your folly. Go.!
Hurry. In the back.
My Angel, take compassion upon us.
Dine with Fritz and me at the inn in the park. We'll die if you don't.
Tomorrow maybe. Ask me again tomorrow.
Today I'm a little tired.
I'm looking for a Madame de Crawley.
Can you tell me where I might find her?
Mr. Joseph Sedley?
What are you doing in Germany?
ByJove. Have I found you?
Amelia said you were here.
Is it truly the beautiful Mrs. Crawley?
I'm on my way back to India.
My gad, Mrs. Crawley. What a turn up.
I do hope that traveling will not tire you. Oh, no, Mr. Sedley.
You know I love to visit new places.
It's so beautiful.
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Virgin (2003) CD2
Virgin Spring The
Virgin Suicides The
Viskningar och rop - Cries and Whispers
Viva la Muerte
Vivre Sa Vie (Its My Life 1962)
Vodka Lemon 2003
Voices Of A Distant Star (2002)
Vojna (2002) CD1
Vojna (2002) CD2
Volle Maan (Full Moon)
Von Ryans Express
Voyage to the bottom of the sea