Tom Jones Page #2

you dirty old harridan!

Oh, Tom... Please, Tom...

Don't... Don't leave me, Tom.

Slowly. Slowly.

That filthy slut.

Ah, good boy, good boy!

He's a game lad, your Tom.

So, the wench is having a bastard?

Yes. It seems the girl has refused

to name the father to Mr Allworthy.

He may have to send her to Bridewell.

- Father, I have a headache.

- I smoke it.

I smoke it!

Tom is the father of that bastard!

Aye! As sure as tuppence,

Tom is the bastard's father!

Father...

Odds zodikins!

What a little whoremaster that boy is!

The girl is ruined, surely.

Aye! Ruined. Ruined for sure!

Once broken, never mended, eh?

Lt'll do no harm. Ask Sophie.

She knows about Tom.

You have no worse opinion of a young

fellow for getting a bastard, have you?

Will you stop bobbing up and down, girl!

No, no. The women will like him

the better for it, won't they?

- Sophie, sing us one of your jolly songs.

- Not tonight, Father. I have a headache.

Let's have "St George, He Was

for England" or "Bobbing Joan".

That's a good song for tonight, eh?

None of your old Handel now,

my little darling.

Ah, you play like an angel.

Molly's reputation was destroyed,

and Tom's heart was heavy with remorse.

Perhaps Mr Square had been right,

that the wicked are snared

in the work of their own hands.

Oh. Mr Jones.

- Where's Molly?

- Oh, she... she ain't home.

She's upstairs. In bed.

- Who is it?

- It's me. Tom.

Why haven't you been

to see me before this, Tom?

- Molly, I...

- Agh!

- You said you'd be my gentleman!

- I hope to explain why...

You'll not admit you've had

your wicked will of me?!

- Molly...

- No.

I shall never love

another man but you, Tom.

Not if the greatest squire in the country

came a-courtin',

I couldn't give myself to him!

No, Tom, not for all the riches in the

world, now that you've gained my heart.

You are a lecherous rascal after all, Tom!

I shall always hate and despise

the whole sex on account of you, Tom!

Mr Square.

Molly's favours, after all,

had not been bestowed on Tom alone.

Our hero, unlike many other men,

was fortunate enough to discover

the father of his child in time.

And after everyone's kindness, too.

She has laid the child

at young Mr Jones's door.

All the parish say Mr Allworthy is so angry

with Mr Jones that he won't see him.

To be sure, one can't help

pitying the poor young man.

He's so pretty a gentleman. I should

be sorry to see him turned out-of-doors.

Why do you tell me all this? What concern

have I in what Mr Jones does?

Why, ma'am, I never thought it was any

harm to say a young man was handsome.

But I shall never think of him any more

now. For handsome is as handsome does.

Tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle.

I shall be late for the hunt.

Sorry, I'm sure, madam.

Everyone in my household!

Where's the cider?

Greetings! Greetings!

- Greetings, Thwackum.

- Morning, Squire. Morning, Miss Western.

Welcome, everyone.

Morning, Western.

Oh, you brute!

- Morning.

- And you, sir.

Ah, you're getting no younger.

I mean the horse, madam.

A stirrup cup, everyone!

Come, help yourselves, everyone!

Plenty to eat and drink!

Here. The Church is always first

with the bread and wine.

Health to everyone!

French miss isn't speaking today?

Drink up, everyone.

- Huntsmen, loose the hounds.

- Another tankard, please.

Come on, boys and girls!

Come on, come on!

Have a drop of cider inside you, boy.

Then you'll be ready for the kill.

Come on, drink up. Drink up, everyone.

Come on, drink up!

Some Western brew for you, my girl!

Squire, it's too early! You'll tire yourself!

Quiet, everyone.

Good health and good hunting!

Come on, Sophie! Hurry, hurry!

Come on, sweetheart! After him!

Tally-ho!

Ahhh! Here he is!

- I trust you're not harmed.

- No, no. How can I ever thank you?

If I have preserved you, madam,

I am sufficiently repaid. Agh...

I hope you're not hurt.

If I have broken my arm, it is a trifle

compared to my fears on your account.

Broken your arm?!

I'm afraid I have, madam.

Yet I have another to lead you home.

Look at him, ma'am. He's the most

handsome man I ever saw in my life.

Why, Honor, I do believe

you're in love with him.

I assure you, ma'am, I'm not.

If you were, I see no reason

that you should be ashamed of it.

For he is certainly a handsome fellow.

That he is - the most handsome man

I ever saw in my life.

And, as you say, ma'am, I don't know why

I should be ashamed of looking at him,

even though he is my better.

For gentlefolk are but flesh and blood,

like us servants.

I am an honest person's child,

and my mother and father were married -

which is more than some people can say.

Honor!

My grandfather was a clergyman,

and he'd have been very angry

to have thought any of his family had

taken up with Molly Seagrim's leavings.

Why, ma'am,

the young gentleman is awake.

Yes. You've awakened him

with your foolish chatter.

I feel awake for the first time, madam.

"... after narrow scru...

narrow scrutiny,

found some magical books... " Ha-haar!

"... several vials of strange liquors,

pots of ointment... "

Remember that picnic, Sister, last year,

when Western sat on a wasps' nest?

I shall never forget it!

Oh, it's so beautiful this summer.

Brother... Brother...

- Brother!

- Whoa! Whoa!

- I can't...

- It's all right. It's all right.

Why the long face, Blif?

- Such a terrible thing.

- What's happened?

There's been an accident.

My mother is dead.

Blif...

And Squire Allworthy?

He's not expected to live.

Shh.

Fever has developed and there

is little hope. We can only pray.

Something for which

you have scant relish!

"Forasmuch as it hath pleased

Almighty God of his great mercy

to take unto himself the soul

of our dear sister here departed,

we therefore commit

her body to the ground,

earth to earth,

ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life,

through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. "

Well, there's another one gone.

So sorry.

Cheer up, lad.

She will be with the angels, my boy.

Our mortal forms are but shadows

of a purer reality.

- Thank you for your comforting words.

- She was a great lady.

Sir, some time before your mother died

she gave me a letter.

Her instructions were to hand it

to Mr Allworthy as she was buried.

I will give it to my uncle.

She expressly said

into no hands but Mr Allworthy's.

Lawyer Dowling, if my uncle lives

he will need a new steward.

I intend to recommend you.

You are most kind, sir.

Do not grieve, my dear nephew.

Do not grieve.

Sir, you cannot die.

Death comes to us all, Tom.

I have asked you here

to tell you of my will.

Nephew Blifil, I leave you heir to my

whole estate, with these exceptions.

To you, my dear Tom,

I have given an estate of Pounds. 800 a year,

together with Pounds. 1,000 in ready money.

I am convinced, my boy,

that you have much goodness,

generosity and honour in your nature.

If you will add prudence and religion

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