Becky Sharp Page #7

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Shut your eyes.

Now isn't that a wonderful surprise?

Wonderful.

Where did you get it?

Steyne?

Nonsense!

Lord Southdown came in this afternoon.

You know he owed me five hundred pounds.

No, I didn't. When did you discover it?

The moment he sent the money, silly.

He did? I thought he came over.

Well, both. He came over and...

he sent Fifine then 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.

Rawdon, 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, Rawdon, it's our last debt.

We'll never have another...

once this last debt is paid.

It really happened?

It may have.

No sugar.

Thank you for remembering.

Ah, your little heart is flurried.

And my little head is in the clouds.

And your senses swim. Don't leave that out, Becky.

In a sea of happiness. I don't know what I am about.

I'll tell you.

You are about to eat a strawberry.

I saw you watching while I was kissing your hand.

Milord, you've wounded me.

Do you question my emotions?

On the contrary.

I am flattered that a midnight visit from the wolf

should prove so exciting to a lamb of your

coolness and self-possession.

I'm sorry to disappoint your Lordship,

but this lamb is far from being excited.

She thinks there's some good in every wolf.

Poor, optimistic lamb.

What was that?

Somebody seen in the street, or 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, milord.

I am.

Curious enough, Mr. Crawley was 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 for myself.

It was the most unfortunate mistake.

In the morning the mistake will be discovered.

There will be apologies and 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 will be to forget everything.

Not everything, Becky.

You mustn't forget your ambitions.

Ambitions?

I've worked 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.

You can't have ancestors and not be dull.

I'd rather be a parson's wife.

But you're not, Becky.

You've your own cock and soul in men's stockings.

No, nor do I replenish the earth.

Therefore you must enjoy life as you find it, Becky.

We mustn't be hypocrites, you know.

Otherwise, what would happen

to things like this little feast of ours?

This innocent little feast.

Milord, always your little generosities.

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 my fancy

because there isn't an ounce of sweetness

or goodness about you.

That's your secret.

Wait, wait, we must drink to that.

To your marvelous portrait of me.

To your shrewd understanding.

Here's to...

Rawdon. Milord and I are having...

Milord and I...

You didn't go to the club.

When you left the house you didn't go to the club.

A trap, hmm?

Mrs. Crawley's husband returns to his home unexpectedly.

He doesn't go to his club.

Well, sir, how much am I blackmailed for?

I've done nothing, I'm innocent.

Milord, tell him I'm innocent.

Innocent?

Come off with the amount.

I've already paid five hundred...

for your absence.

No, no, Rawdon!

I'll make you pay for this.

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.

Rawdon, listen to me.

If I've ever done anything...

Those pearls, take them off.

I'll explain, I have nothing to hide.

All the world might have been here...

Don't hate me!

Oh, 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.

All right, darling, I'm yours.

Nothing else matters.

My love for you is the only real thing

that I have in my life.

Don't take that away from me!

Don't leave me!

You can't leave me, I'm your wife!

You're not my wife!

Just someone I was once married to.

But that's over with!

Rawdon!

Oh, Rawdon!

They'll all laugh at me!

Oh, how they'll laugh!

Oh, I love Windy!

Oh, I love Nelly.

Up, Windy! Up, Windy!

Capital! Capital!

I had no idea I'd fancy this.

The seamy side of life, me boy.

The seamy side, eh?

We've been watching the seams.

Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill

whose fame every maiden with envy doth fill.

Why, Myers, that's Mrs. Crawley! Becky!

She's been out of England.

She's either come back or I'm seeing things.

Hey, that's my fear you're singing to.

Here, here, don't annoy her ladyship.

They call her the lass with the delicate air.

I say, I'm delicate. See how delicate I am.

Then tell me ye swains who have conquered

the fair

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air

Delicate! That was my trouble.

How to win the dear lass...

with the delicate air.

How to win the dear lass with the...

delicate air.

...with the delicate air

Out! Out with you!

You impostor!

You fraud! You've disgraced my house!

The finest place in Bath.

A pigsty, run by a hog for swine.

And what are you?

A lady!

Forthright, dearie, read the cards.

Ask them where to find the money

for the landlord.

'Cause you pay today, or out you go.

Tell him I'll settle tomorrow.

Do you think he'll believe that?

He knows all about what happened

to the great singer last night.

I'm expecting a remittance any day now.

I've written to my brother who's a rich man,

a baronet.

Your brother, eh?

I used to call them me cousins.

I had an earl and a count.

You wouldn't think it, would you,

looking at me now.

But I was a dancer.

I had me home in Park Lane.

Me jewels, me carriages.

Now I got me broom and me scrubbing brush.

There won't be any brush for me nor broom,

you old crow.

It's not in the cards.

The king of hearts... Rawdon...

See how close we are to each other?

There's the king of spades between them.

The king of spades. He always keeps us apart.

Well, you can forget about it if you drink

enough brandy.

Superstition, nonsense.

I'm not the queen of hearts and Rawdon's

not the king.

Who cares? Cards won't bring him back, anyway.

Then why do you sit here wishing and sighing?

Because I dream and I don't want to dream.

I don't want to see him shipwrecked, killed,

dying of fever.

The ace of spades.

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