Sense and Sensibility (1995) - full transcript

[ Man ] Your son has
arrived from London, sir.

Father.

John.John-

You will find out soon enough
from my will...

that the estate of Norland
was left to me...

in such a way
as prevents me...

from dividing it
between my two families.

Calm yourself, Father.
This cannot be good for you.

Nofland,
in its entirety,

is therefore yours by law,

and I am happy for you...



and Fanny.

But your stepmother,

my wife and daughters,

are left only £500 a year-
barely enough to live on.

Nothing for the girls' dowries.

You must help them.

O-Of course.

You must promise to do this.

I promise, Father.

I promise.

[Fanny] “Help them”? What
do you mean, “help them”?

Dearest, I mean
to give them £3,000.

The interest will provide them
with a little extra income.

Such a gift will certainly
discharge my promise to my father.



Without question.
More than amply.

One had rather,
on such occasions,

do too much than too little.

Of course he did not
stipulate a particular sum.

[John]
£1,500, then.

What do you say to 1,500?

What brother on earth would do
half so much for his real sisters,

let alone half-blood?

Well, they can hardly
expect more.

There's no knowing
what they expect.

The question is,
what can you afford?

[ Man Shouting ]
[ Hog Snorting ]

[John] A hundred pounds a year to
their mother, while she lives.

Would that be
more advisable?

It is better than parting
with the 1,500 all at once.

But if she should live
longer than 15 years,

we'd be completely
takenin.

People always live forever when there
is an annuity to be paid them.

[ Beating Sound ]

Twenty pounds now and then will amply
discharge my promise, you're quite right.

Indeed.

Although, to say the truth,
l'm convinced within myself...

that your father had no idea
of your giving them money.

They will have 500 a year
amongst them as it is.

And what on earth could four
women want for more than that?

Their housekeeping
will be nothing at all.

They'll have no carriage, no horses, hardly
any servants and will keep no company.

Only conceive
how comfortable they will be.

They will be much more able
to give you something.

N' [ Piano: Melancholy]

N' [ Continues ]

Marianne, can you play something else?
IJ' [ Stops ]

Mama has been weeping
since breakfast.

W: [ Dirge]

I meant something
less mournful, dearest.

N' [ Continues ]

To be reduced to the condition
of visitor in my own home.

It is not to be borne,
Elinor.

Consider, Mama,
we have nowhere to go.

John and Fanny will be descending
from London at any moment.

Do you expect me to
be here to welcome them?

Vultures!

[Sobbing ]

N' [ Continues ]

I will start making inquiries
for a new house at once.

Until then we must try
to bear their coming.

Margaret, are you there?
Please come down.

John and Fanny
will be here soon.

Why are they coming
to live at Norland?

They already have
a house in London.

Because houses go from father to son,
dearest, not from father to daughter.

It is the law.

Uh- If you come inside,
we could play with your atlas.

It's not my atlas anymore.
lt's their atlas.

[All Murmuring ]

Do sit down.

As you know,
we are looking for a new home.

And when we leave we shall be able
to retain only Thomas and Betsy.

We are very sorry
to have to leave you all,

but we are certain that you will
find the new Mrs. Dashwood...

a fair and generous mistress.

[ Fanny] My only real concern is how
long it will take them to move out.

How is Mrs. Ferrars?

My mother is always
in excellent health, thank you.

My brother Robert is
in town with her this season...

and quite the most popular
bachelor in London.

He has his own barouche.

Oh.
[Silverware Clatters]

- [ Sighs ] - You have two
brothers, have you not?

Indeed,yes. Edward is the elder.
Mama quite depends upon him.

He's traveling up from Plymouth shortly
and will break his journey here.

If that is agreeable to you,
of course.

My dear John,

this is your home now.

Fanny wishes to know where the key
to the silver cabinet is kept.

Betsy has it, I think. What does
Fanny want with the silver?

One can only presume
she wants to count it.

What are you doing?
Presents for the servants.

Have you seen Margaret, by the way?
l'm worried about her.

She's taken to hiding in the oddest places.
Fortunate girl.

At least she can escape Fanny,
which is more than any of us is able.

You do your best. You've not
said a word to her for a week.

Ihave.

L've said “yes” and “no.”

Good morning,
Fanny.

Good morning,
Miss Marianne.

How did you find the silver?
VVas it all genuine?

Pray, when may we expect the
pleasure of your brother's company?

Edward is due tomorrow.

Oh, and my dear
Mrs. Dashwood,

in view of the fact that
he will not be with us for long,

I wonder if Miss Margaret will be
prepared to give up her room for him.

The view is quite incomparable
from her windows,

and I should so much like Edward to see
Norland at its best. [ Silverware Clatters ]

[ Hoofbeats
Approaching ]

[ Bleating ]

Mrs. Dashwood, Miss
Dashwood, Miss Marianne,

my brother
Edward Ferrars.

[ Fanny, Mrs. Dashwood ]
Do sit down-

[Fanny]
But where is Miss Margaret?

I declare, Mrs. Dashwood, l'm beginning to doubt
of her existence. She must run positively wild.

Pray, forgive us, Mr. Ferrars. My
youngest is not to be found this morning.

She's a little shy
of strangers at present.

N-N-Naturally.

L'm shy of strangers myself,
and I have nothing like her excuse.

How do you like your view,
Mr. Ferrars?

Very much.

Your stables are very handsome
and beautifully kept, Mrs. Dashwood.

Stables?
Edward, your windows overlook the lake.

A-An oversight, Fanny, had led
me to one of the family rooms,

but l've rectified the situation
and am very happily installed...

in the guest quarters.

Tea.

They're all exceedingly
spoilt, I find.

Miss Margaret spends all her time
up trees and under furniture.

L've barely had a civil word
from Marianne.

My dear Fanny, they've
just lost their father.

Their lives will never
be the same again.

That is no excuse.

[ Door Opens ]

[Fanny]
Library.

These are mostly foreign.

Indeed.
Magnificent.

Never liked the smell of books.

Oh. No, well, it is-
it is the dust, perhaps.

I hear you have great plans
for the walnut grove.

Oh, yes. I shall have it knocked down
to make way for a Grecian temple.

[ Margaret VVhines ] Mmm! That
does sound extremely interesting.

Would you show me
the site?

Too expensive.

And we do not need four bedrooms.
\/Ve can share.

This one then.

Marianne, we have only
£500 a year.

I will send out more inquiries today.
[ Knocking ]

Pardon my intrusion, but, um,

I think I may have found,
uh, what you were looking for.

Oh!

[Whispers ]
Sorry.

Won't you come out,
dearest?

We haven't seen you all day.

[Fanny] So later, of course,
we shall have to enlarge it.

[ Elinor] Mama is very concerned. Oh, and
Mattocks will help you adjust to our hours.

[ Knocking ]

Oh. Miss Dashwood.

Forgive me.

Do you, by any chance, have such
a thing as a reliable atlas?

I believe so.

Excellent. I, uh, wish to check
the position of the Nile.

My sister tells me it is in South America.
[ Margaret Snickers ]

Oh!

No. No.

Um, she's quite wrong, um, for
I believe it is in Belgium.

Belgium.
Oh, surely not, I-

I think you must be thinking
of the Volga. The Volga?

Of course. The Volga, which, as you know,
starts in- Vladivostok, and ends in-

Wimbledon. Precisely. VVhere
the coffee beans come from.

[ Scoffs ] The source of
the Nile is in Abyssinia!

Is it?

How interesting.
How do you do?

Edward Ferrars.
Margaret Dashwood.

Delighted to make
your acquaintance.

It immediately adjoins this property.
Quite so?

It cannot be but a most
desirable addition.

I will ride there tomorrow
and speak to- who is it?

Gibson.
Gibson.

He ought to be pleased
to sell, no doubt.

[ Fanny] He will certainly ask for more
than it is worth. Do not be too eager.

No, no,
you're quite right.

[ Margaret Shouting ] [ Fanny ] V\/e have
no desire to lose it to somebody else.

L'll go tomorrow as planned.
[Fanny] Merely inquire.

[ Margaret ] Like this?
[ Edward ] Yes.

[John] After all, there'll
be few enough offers.

The land thereabout is marshy.
[ Together ] Lunge!

[ Sticks Banging Together]
[ Margaret ] Here!

[ Grunting ] [ Fanny] lt's possible
we may get some assistance from Mama.

She mentioned in her letter
a gift she made to Robert.

- Oh! Ooh. - [ Margaret]
Did I hurt you?

[ Groans ]
Oh. No, no.

[ John, Fanny Continue,
lndistinct ]

N' [ Piano: Melancholy]

N' [ Continues ]

[ Sniffles ]

[ Sniffles ]

Thank you.
Forgive me.

That was
my father's favorite.

No-

Thank you so much for your help
with Margaret, Mr. Ferrars.

She's quite changed
since you came.

Not at all.
I enjoy her company.

Has she shown you the tree house?
Not yet.

W-Would-

Would you do me the honor,
Miss Dashwood?

It is very fine out.

With pleasure.

N' [ Continues ]

[ Elinor] Margaret has
always wanted to travel.

I know. She's heading an
expedition to China shortly.

I am to go
as her servant,

but only on the understanding
that I will be very badly treated.

[ Elinor Laughs ]

What will your duties be?

Sword fighting,
obviously,

administering rum
and... swabbing.

[Laughs] Which of those duties
will take precedence for you?

The swabbing,
I would imagine.

[ Elinor, Edward Continue,
lndistinct ]

[ Elinor Laughs ]

All I want-

All I have ever wanted is
the quiet of a private life.

But, uh, my mother is determined
to see me distinguished.

As?
AnYthing_

Um, a great orator,
a leading politician.

I think even a barrister would serve,
as long as I drove a barouche...

and dined in the first circle.

What do you wish for?

L've always preferred the church.

But that is not smart enough for my mother.
She prefers the army.

But that is a great deal too smart for me.
[ Chuckles ]

Would you stay in London?
I hate London.

No peace.
Uh, country living is my ideal.

A small parish
where I might do some good,

keep chickens,
give very short sermons.

[Chuckling ]

[ Elinor] You talk of
feeling idle and useless.

Imagine how that is compounded
when one has no hope...

and no choice of any
occupation whatsoever.

Our circumstances are,
therefore, precisely the same.

Except that you will
inherit your fortune.

W6 cannot GVGH earn OUFS.

Perhaps Margaret is right.
Right?

Piracy is our only option.
[ Chuckles ]

What is swabbing, exactly?
[Laughs]

[ Edward ] “No voice
divine the storm allayed,

no light propitious shone.

When snatched
from all effectual aid...

we perished-
perished each alone.

But I beneath a rougher sea...

and whelmed
in deeper gulfs than he.”

No, Edward, listen.

[ Passionately ] No voice
divine the storm allayed,

no light propitious shone.

When snatched
from all effectual aid...

we perished, each alone.

Can you not feel
his despair?

[ Sighs ]
Try again.

“No voice divine the
storm allayed- Divine-

Light... propitious shone.
no light propitious shone.

VVhen snatched from all effectual
aid- Snatched from all effectual-

we perished, each alone.”
We perished, each alone.

[ Marianne ]
Mama!

Look.
This has just arrived.

“L should be pleased to offer
you a home at Barton Cottage...

as soon as ever
you have need.”

lt's from my cousin,
Sir John Middleton.

Even Elinor
must approve the rent.

Has Elinor not yet seen this?
No. I will fetch her.

Wait. No.
Let us delay.

Why?

I think-
I believe that...

Edward and Elinor
have formed an attachment.

It would be cruel to take her away so soon.
Devonshire is so far.

V\/hy so grave? Do you
disapprove her choice?

By no means.

Edward is very amiable.

Amiable? But?

But there is something wanting.

He's too sedate.
His reading last night-

But Elinor has not your feelings.
His reserve suits her.

Can he love her?

Can the soul really be satisfied
with such polite affections?

To love is to burn,
to be on fire,

like Juliet
or Guinevere or Eloise.

They met rather pathetic ends, dear.
Pathetic?

To die for love?

How can you say so?
What could be more glorious?

I think that may be taking your
romantic sensibilities a little far.

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Door Opens ]

“Is love a fancy
or a feeling?

No, it is immorial
as immaculate truth.

'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as
youth drops from the stem of life,

for it will grow in barren
regions where no waters flow...

nor ray of promise
cheats the pensive gloom.”

Hmm?

V\/hat a pity it is that Edward
has no passion for reading.

It was you who asked him to read,
then you made him nervous.

Me?
Yes.

But since your behavior to him in all
other respects is perfectly cordial,

I must assume that you like him
in spite of his deficiencies.

I think him... everything...

that is amiable and worthy.

Praise indeed.

But he shall have my unswerving devotion when
you tell me that he is to be my brother.

How shall I do
without you?

Do without me? l'm sure
you will be very happy.

But you must promise not
to live too far away.

Marianne, there is no question
of- That is, there is-

There is no understanding.

Do you love him?

Uh-

I do not attempt to deny that I think...
very highly of him,

that I...

greatly esteem him.

I like him. “Esteem him”?
“Like him”?

Use those insipid words again and I
shall leave the room this instant.

Very well, forgive me. Believe my feelings
to be stronger than I have declared.

But further than that
you must not believe.

Is love a fancy
or a feeling?

Or a Ferrars?

Go to bed.

“L do not attempt
to deny that...

I think very highly of him,

that I...

greatly esteem him,

that I like him.”

[ Door Closes ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

VVe're so happy that you chose
to invite Edward to Norland.

He's a dear boy.
We're all very fond of him.

We have great hopes
for him.

Much is expected of him by our mother
with regard to his profession.

Naturally.
And in marriage.

She's determined that both he
and Robert will marry well.

Of course. But I hope she
desires them to marry for love.

[Fanny]
Love is all very well, but...

unfortunately we cannot
always rely on the heart...

to lead us in the most
suitable directions.

You see,
my dear Mrs. Dashwood,

Edward is entirely the kind
of compassionate person...

upon whom
penniless women can prey.

And having entered
into any understanding,

he would never
go back on his word.

He's simply incapable
of doing so.

But it would lead
to his ruin.

I worry for him so,
Mrs. Dashwood.

My mother has always
made it perfectly plain...

that she would withdraw
all financial support from Edward...

should he choose
to plant his affections...

in less... exalted ground
than he deserves.

I understand you
perfectly.

To Devonshire? My cousin,
Sir John Middleton,

has offered us
a small house on his estate.

[John]
Sir John Middleton?

V\/hat is his situation? He
must be a man of some property?

He is a widower. He lives with his
mother-in-law at Barton Park.

- It is Barton Cottage that he offers us.
- Oh, a cottage.

How charming. A little
cottage is always very snug.

But- Uh-

Y-You will not leave
before the summer.

My dear Edward, we can no longer
trespass upon your sister's good will.

We must leave
as soon as possible.

- You will come and stay with us, Edward?
- I should like that very much.

Edward has long been expected
in town by our mother.

[ Mrs. Dashwood ] Come as
soon as you can, Edward.

Remember,
you're always welcome.

[Whispering ]

Cannot you
take him with you?

We cannot possibly
afford him.

Then perhaps he can make
himself useful in the kitchen.

Forgive me.

Miss Dashwood-

Elinor-

I must speak to you.

There is something of great importance
that I need to, uh...

t-tell you...

about my, uh, education.

Your education?

Yes.

It was conducted, um,

oddly enough, in Plymouth.

- Indeed.
- Yes. Do you know it?

- Plymouth?
- Yes.

- No.
- Oh. Well-

I was four years there,
um-

in a school, uh,
r-run by Mr. Pratt.

Pratt?
Precisely, yes.

Pratt. And, uh...

while I was there-

That is to say,
he ha- he had a-

has a, um-

[Fanny]
Edward! Edward!

[Panfing] Edward, l've
been all over for you.

You're needed in London
this instant.

L'm leaving this afternoon as it is.
No, no, that will not do.

Mama is quite adamant
you should leave at once.

Excuse me.

- Edward promised he'd bring the
atlas to Barton for me. - Did he?

Well, l'll wager he will do so
in less than a fortnight.

Dear Edward.

[ Man ] Hello there, now! Welcome!
[Woman ] Mrs. Dashwood!

Welcome, you poor creatures!
Yoo-hoo!

There! Do you see? Just as I tell you.
There they are!

Sir John. [Woman ]
Oh, how very kind.

[ Dogs VVhining, Barking ]
[Sir John, Woman Chattering ]

Here- Here we are! Dear ladies!
Dear ladies!

Upon my word,
here ye are, here ye are!

Oh, Sir John, your extraordinary
kindness- Oh, no, none of that!

Hush, please.
None of that.

But here is my dear mama-in-law, Mrs.
Jennings. [ Barking Continues ]

Now get down, dogs! This
must be Miss Dashwood.

Was your journey tolerable?
Oh, you poor souls!

VVhy did ye not come up to the
Park first and take her in?

VVe saw you pass. Oh, I could
not wait for you to come to us!

I made John call a carriage!
Get down, you dog!

She would not wait, you know.
VVe've had so little company!

[ Laughing ] Ah, but I feel
as if I know you already.

Delightful creatures! Are
they not delightful?

[ Sir John ] And you know you must
dine at Barton Park every day.

[ Mrs. Dashwood ] Oh, my dear Sir John,
we cannot possibly. No,no,no,no,no!

I would not brook refusals.
l'm quite deaf to them, you know?

[ Mrs. Jennings Laughs ] Deaf to them!
But I insist!

[ Elinor] Let us settle in for a few days,
but thank you so very much. No, no.

[ Sir John ]
No thanks, I beg you.

I could not bear it. [ Mrs. Dashwood, Mrs.
Jennings Laughing ]

[ Dogs Barking ]

[ Mrs. Jennings]
I declare!

They are the loveliest
girls I ever set eyes on!

Can you not get them married, Mrs.
Dashwood?

You must not leave it
any longer.

[ Sir John ] Alas, there are no smart
young men here about to woo them.

[ Mrs. Jennings] Not a beau for miles.
Come, Mama, Let us leave them in peace.

And send your man up to us for the
carriage as soon as you're ready!

Good-bye. [ Elinor] Thank you!

No, don't thank us! Good day to you!
Oh, good-bye!

[ Murmuring ]
Oh, here you are!

Come on, boys. Come on.
Come along.

[Shivering ]

Your feet are cold.

[ Marianne ]
What have you been doing?

Your neck is so dirty
you could grow a potato on it.

[Gasps]
lt's cold. l'm cold.

Hot. Thank you, Elinor.

It's hot.

[ Marianne ] How do you
manage it, Margaret?

[Chattering ]

[ Sir John ]
Where can Brandon be?

Poor fellow. I hope he's
not lamed his horse.

Colonel Brandon is the most
eligible bachelor in the county.

[Sir John ] Yes, indeed. He's
bound to do for one of you.

- [ Chuckling ] - Mind, I think he's
a better age for Miss Dashwood.

[Sir John Laughs]

But I dare say, she's left her
heart behind in Sussex, hmm?

- [Sir John Chuckles] Oh-ho-ho!
- I see you, Miss Marianne.

I think
l've unearthed a secret.

Sniffed one out already? You're worse
than my best pointer, Flossie!

What sort of man is he,
Miss Dashwood?

Butcher? Baker?
Candlestick maker?

- I shall winkle it out of you, you know.
- She's horribly good at winkling.

You're in lonely country now, Miss Dashwood.
VVe none of us have any secrets here.

- Or if we do, we do not keep them long.
- [ Mrs. Jennings Laughing ]

- He's curate of the parish, I dare say.
- Or perhaps a handsome lieutenant.

- Give us a clue, Miss Dashwood. ls he
in uniform? - He has no profession.

- Oh. - [ Sir John
] No profession.

Uh, he's a gentleman, then.

Margaret, you know perfectly
well there is no such person.

There is! There is, and
his name begins with an

- Margaret! - Oh?
- An “F” indeed!

- There's a promising letter. “F,” “For!
- Uh, Foster?

- There's one!
- Uh, Forrest? Fotheringay?

- Foggarty?
- Oh, yes, l- l- Fortescue!

- Fondant?
- [ Both Laughing ]

Sir John, might I play
your pianoforte?

Yes, yes, of course.

My goodness.

Yes, we do not stand
upon ceremony here, my dear.

[ Mrs. Dashwood ] Sir
John, please forgive her.

[ Mrs. Jennings ] An entertainment!
I declare!

I cannot remember when we last
had a songbird in the house.

N' [ Piano,
Marianne Singing, Faint]

J' That now lie sleeping J'

J' Softly, softly J'

J' Now softly J'

J' Softly lie sleeping J'

J' Sleep J'

J' ls a reconciling J'

IAmfl
that peace begets J'

J' Doth not the sun J'

J' Rise smiling J'

J' When fair at even' he sets? J'

J' Rest you then J'

J' Rest, sad eyes J'

J' Melt not in weeping J'

J' While she lies sleeping J'

J' Softly, softly J'

J' Now softly J'

J' Softly lies sleeping N'

u [ Ends]

Oh!

Wasn't that love-

Brandon,
where have you been?

Come, come and meet our
beautiful new neighbors!

But what a pity
you're late, Colonel.

You have not heard our delightful
songbird Miss Marianne.

A great pleasure
indeed.

Mrs. Dashwood, may I present my
dear friend Colonel Brandon.

VVe served in the East Indies together. I assure
you there's not a better fellow in the world.

- Have you really been to the
East Indies, Colonel? -lhave.

- What's it like?
- Like? Hot.

The air is full of spices.

- [All Chuckling ] - [ Mrs.
Jennings ] How lovely.

Now, Miss Dashwood,
it's your turn to entertain us.

Oh, no, Sir John,
I don't-

And I believe I know
what key you will sing in:

F Major.

[ Snickering,
Laughing Continues]

And as for you, you have no right to
parade your ignorant assumptions-

They're not assumptions.
You told me.

I told you nothing. They'll
meet him when he comes anyway.

Margaret, that is not the point. You do not
speak of such things before strangers.

But everyone else was. Mrs.
Jennings is not everyone.

I like her.
She talks about things.

VVe never talk about things. [ Mrs.
Dashwood ] Hush, please.

That is enough,
Margaret.

If you cannot think of anything appropriate to say,
you will please restrict your remarks to the weather.

Surely they've got enough reeds
for a Moses basket by now.

[ Margaret]
Mama! We've got lots!

Wrap your string around this.
Good and tight.

[ Margaret]
I know tight.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sir John ] You know what
they're saying, of course.

Hmm?

V\/ord is, you've developed a
taste for certain company.

And why not, say I?

A man like you
in his prime?

She'd be a very fortunate
younglady.

Marianne Dashwood would no more think
of me than she would of you, John.

Brandon, my boy, do not think
of yourself so meanly.

And all the better for her.

[ Brandon ] Very good.
[ Dog Barks ]

[ Marianne ]
Oh, Casper.

[ Margaret]
No, Casper!

Oh, no.
Oh!

Oh!

Besofied.
[Chucmes]

An excellent match.

For he's rich
and she's handsome.

How long have you
known the colonel?

Oh, Lord bless you, as long
as ever l've been here,

and I came
15 years back.

His estate at Delaford is but four miles
hence, and he and John are very thick.

He has no wife and children,
for he-

he had a tragic history.

He loved a girl once,
2O years ago now.

A ward to his family.
But they were not permitted to marry.

- On what grounds?
- Money. Eliza was poor.

When the father
discovered their amour,

she was flung out of the house and
he was packed up into the army.

I think he would've
done himself a harm if not for John.

What became of the lady?
[ Sighs ]

She was passed from man to man.
[ Casper Barks ]

Disappeared from all good society.

[ Laughing ] When Brandon
came back from India,

he searched
heaven knows how long,

only to find her dying
in a poorhouse.

Once I thought my daughter
Charlotte might've cheered him up.

But she's better off where she is.
[ Chuckles ]

But look at him now.

So attentive.
[ Chuckling ]

[Sir John ] VVell done! I think I
shall try a little experiment on him.

Oh, no. Mrs. Jennings,
please leave the poor colonel alone.

No, no, my dear. lt'sjust the thing.
All suitors need a little help.

[Laughs]
Colonel Brandon!

We have not heard you
play for us of late.

There's a simple reason, that you
have a far superior musician here.

Perhaps you did not know, Miss Marianne, that
our dear Brandon shares your passion for music.

He plays a pianoforte
very well.

Oh, come.

I trow you know as many melancholy
tunes as Miss Marianne.

You must play us a duet!

Let us see you both
side by side.

I do not know any duets.

Forgive me, Colonel.

[ Mrs. Jennings Chuckles]

Oh, are we never
to have a moment's peace?

The rent here may be low, but I believe
we have it on very hard terms.

Mrs. Jennings is a wealthy
woman with a married daughter.

She has nothing to do
but marry off everyone else's.

There's a parcel arrived for you, Mrs.
Dashwood.

[ Elinor] A parcel? Ch, lOOk!

V\/hen did it arrive? While
you were up at the Park.

Can I open it?
It is too ridiculous.

V\/hen is a man to be safe from such wit,
if age and infirmity do not protect him?

- Infirmity? - If Colonel Brandon is
infirm, then I am at death's door.

It is a miracle your life
has extended this far.

Did you not hear him complain
of a rheumatism in his shoulder?

[ Elinor] “A slight ache”
I believe was his phrase.

But Edward said
he would bring it himself.

“Dear Mrs. Dashwood, Miss Dashwood,
Miss Marianne and Captain Margaret,

it gives me great pleasure to restore
this atlas to its rightful owner.

Alas, business in London does
not permit me to accompany it,

although this is likely to hurt
me far more than it hurts you.

For the present my memories of your
kindness must be enough to sustain me...

and I remain your devoted
servant always, E.C. Ferrars.”

Why hasn't he come?

He says he's busy,
dean

[ Margaret] He said he'd come.
VVhy hasn't he come?

[ Marianne ] l'm taking you for a walk.
No, l've been a walk.

You need another.
lt's going to rain.

It is not going to rain. You always
say that and then it always does.

I fear Mrs. Jennings
is a bad influence.

You must miss him,
Elinor.

We are not engaged,
Mama.

But he loves you, dearest.
Of that I am certain.

I am, by no means, assured of
his regard for me. Oh, Elinor-

But even were he to feel
such a preference,

I think we should be foolish to assume
that there would not be many obstacles...

to his marrying a- a woman of no
rank who cannot afford to buy sugar.

But, Elinor,
your heart must tell you-

In such a situation, Mama, it is
perhaps better to use one's head.

This can't be
good for me.

It's very good for you.
Stop complaining.

It's giving me a cough. It
is not' giving you a cough.

Please,
can we go back?

It's lovely. Come on.
Catch up! Catch up!

[ Groans ]

Justover that fence-
[Thunder Rumbling ]

There's a field
full of rabbits.

I don't want to see rabbits.
Yes, you do.

[ Sighs ] ls there any felicity
in the world superior to this?

I told you it would rain! There's
some blue sky! Let us chase it!

L'm not supposed to run.

Aaah!
Marianne!

[Grunting, Groaning ]
Are you hurt?

Aaah!

[Thunder Rumbling ]

Margaret, I do not
think I can walk.

You must run and fetch help. [
Murmurs] I will run as fast as I can.

[ Hoofbeats Pounding ]

- Margaret!
- [ Hoofbeats Continue]

- Margaret!
- [ Screams ]

- [ Horse Whinnies ]
- [ Panting ]

[ Thunder Continues ] Don't be afraid.
He's quite safe.

- Are you hurt?
- Only my ankle.

May I have your permission
to ascertain if there are any breaks?

[Whimpers ]

[Whimpering ]

[ Panting ]

It is not broken.

Now, can you put your arm
about my neck?

[ Panting Continues,
Gasps ]

Allow me
to escort you home.

[ Door Opens ]
At last.

She fell over! She fell
down and he's carrying her!

What?
[ Panting ]

Marianne, are you all right? [ Mrs.
Dashwood ] Oh, my darling.

[ Man ]
lt's a twisted ankle.

Do not be alarmed, Mama. I can
assure you it's not serious.

I took the liberty of feeling the
bone and it's perfectly sound.

Sir, I cannot even begin to thank you.
Please do not think of it.

I am honored
to be of service.

- V\/ill you not be seated? - Excuse me,
I have no desire to leave a watermark.

But permit me to call tomorrow afternoon
and inquire after the patient?

We sh- We shall
look forward to it.

You're most kind. Thank you.
l'll show you out.

Margaret, give the gentleman his hat.
Thank you.

- [ Whispering ] His name! His name!
- Oh, his name.

Please, could you tell us to
whom we are so much obliged?

John VVilloughby of Allenham,
at your service, ma'am.

John Willoughby
of Allenham.

What an impressive gentleman.

He lifted me as if I weighed
no more than a dried leaf.

Is he human?
[ Laughing ]

Tell me if I hurt you.

She feels no pain,
Mama.

Margaret, ask Betsy to make up a cold
compress, please, quickly as you can.

Oh, please don't say anything important.
Go on, go on.

Betsy!
Did you see him?

He expressed himself well,
did he not?

VVith great decorum and honor.
And spirit and wit and feeling.

- And economy. Ten words at most.
- [ Margaret] VVait for me!

- And he is to come tomorrow. - Marianne,
you must change. You will catch a cold.

What care I for colds
when there is such a man?

You will care very much
when your nose swells up.

You are right.
Help me, Elinor.

[ Groans ]

[ Sir John ] Mr. VVilloughby's well
worth catching, Miss Dashwood.

Miss Marianne must not expect
to have all the men to herself.

- But what do you know of Mr.
Vvilloughby, Sir John? - Decent shot.

- And there's not a bolder rider in
all England. - But what is he like?

- “Like”? - What are his tastes,
his passions, his pursuits?

Well,

he has the smartest
little bitch of a pointer.

- V\/as she out with him yesterday?
- Where is Allenham, Sir John?

Allenham? Nice little
estate three miles east.

He's to inherit it
from an elderly relative.

Lady Allen's the name.
[ Dogs Barking ]

It's Colonel Brandon. I shall
go outside and keep watch.

Hello, Colonel!

You're all on the lookout for
VVilloughby, eh? Dear me, poor Brandon.

You will none of you
think of him now?

[ Elinor]
Come in.

[ Mrs. Dashwood ] Colonel. [ Sir
John ] Good morning, Brandon.

Good morning.
How's the invalid?

Oh, thank you so much,
Colonel.

Uh, Elinor, would
you- Miss Marianne,

I cannot think why you should
set your cap atvvmoughbyu.

When you've already made
such a splendid conquest.

I have no intention of setting
my cap at anyone, Sir John.

Mr. Willoughby,
Lady Allen's nephew?

Aye, he visits every year,
for he's to inherit.

Um, and he has a very pretty estate
of his own, you know, Miss Dashwood.

Combe Magna in Somerset.

Aye, if I were you I would not
give him up to a younger sister...

for all this
tumbling downhill.

- [ Margaret ] Marianne's preserver!
- Don't run.

Ah, ah, the man himself.

Come, Brandon. Vve know when we are not
wanted. Let us leave him to the ladies.

Thank you so much
for calling.

Marianne, the colonel
and Sir John are leaving.

Good-bye, Sir John. Colonel,
thank you for the flowers.

[ Dogs Barking ]

[ Sir John Muttering,
indistinct ]

How do you do, Colonel? How does he do?
How do you do, more like.

Go on in.
They're waiting for you.

Come on, Briar!

Come on.

[Sir John Shouting ]

[ Elinor] Good day, Mr. V\/illoughby.
[ Chuckles ]

[Whispers ]
Stop it.

Stop it.

Mr. Willoughby.

What a pleasure
to see you again.

The pleasure is all mine,
I can assure you.

I trust Miss Marianne
has not caught cold?

You found out my name.
But of course.

- The neighborhood is crawling
with my spies. - [ Women Chuckle ]

And since you cannot
venture out to nature,

nature must be
brought to you.

Oh, how beautiful.
These are not from the hothouse.

Ah, I see mine is not
the first offering,

nor the most elegant.

I obtained those
from an obliging field.

L've always preferred wildflowers.

I suspected as much.

Elinor, would you put these in
water, please? Oh, yes. Excuse me.

Our gratitude is beyond expression.
But it is I who am grateful.

L've often passed this cottage and
grieved for its lonely state.

Then the first news I had from Lady Allen
when I arrived was that it was taken.

I felt a peculiar interest in the event
which nothing can account for...

but my present delight in meeting you.
[Whispering ]

Pray, sit down, Mr. VVilloughby.
Thank you.

Ah, who is reading
Shakespeare's sonnets?

I am.
We all are.

[All Chuckling 1

Marianne is reading them out to us.
Which are your favorites?

Oh- VVithout a
doubt, mine is 116.

Let me not to the marriage of
true minds admit impediments.

Love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds...

or bends with the remover to remove.

Then how does it continue?

Oh, no! lt is an ever-fixed
mark- It is an ever-fixed mark-

- that looks on storms- -
that looks on tempests- Oh!

- L-ls it “tempests”?
- I do believe it is “tempests.”

Let me find it.
[Whispers ]

It's strange you should be reading these,
for look, I carry them with me always.

[ Gasps ]
Oh, how beautiful.

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

Until tomorrow then.

And my pocket sonnets
are yours, Miss Marianne,

a talisman
against further injury.

Good-bye.
Thank you.

Good work, Marianne.

You've covered Shakespeare,
Scott, all forms of poetry.

Another meeting will ascertain his views
on nature and romantic attachments.

Then you will have nothing left to talk
about and the relationship will be over.

I suppose I have erred
against decorum.

I should've been dull and spiritless and talked
only of the weather or the state of the roads.

No, but Mr. VVilloughby can be in no
doubt of your enthusiasm for him.

VVhy should he doubt it? VVhy
should I hide my regard?

No particular reason. Only
that we know so little of him.

Time alone does not
determine intimacy.

Seven years would be insufficient to make
some people acquainted with each other,

and seven days can be more than enough for
others. Or seven hours, in this case.

I feel I know
Mr. Willoughby already.

If I had more
shallow feelings,

I could, perhaps, conceal them as you do.
Marianne, that is not fair.

L'm sorry, Elinor. I did not mean-
Do not trouble yourself, Marianne.

[Sighs] [ Footsteps
Ascending Stairs ]

I do not understand her,
Mama.

[ Mrs. Jennings Chattering ]

[Chattering Continues]

[Willoughby Whispering ]
Marianne.

Haven't you finished yet?

No. Patience.

[ Chuckles ]

Surely you're not going to
deny us beef as well as sugar.

There is nothing under 1O pence a
pound, Mama. V\le have to economize.

No. Do you want us to starve?

Just not to eat beef.

[Willoughby Whispering ]

[Whispering Continues]

[Whispering ]
Hmm? This one here?

[ Indistinct 1

[ Marianne ] Vvmoughby,
slow down for the corner!

[ Marianne Screaming ] Careful!
You'll run someone down!

[Screaming Continues]
[ Shouting ]

[ BOY]
Did you see that?

[ Horse VVhinnies ] I do think
they'll be married before long.

If there was any true impropriety in my
behavior, I should be sensible of it, Elinor.

But it has already exposed you to
some very impertinent remarks.

Do you not begin to doubt
your own discretion?

If the impertinent remarks of such as Mrs.
Jennings are proof of impropriety,

then we are all offending every
moment of our lives. [ Murmuring ]

[ Brandon ] Good morning!
Good morning, Colonel!

Miss Dashwood.
Miss Marianne.

I come to issue
aninvfiafion.

A picnic on my estate
at Delaford,

if you would care to join us,
on Thursday next.

[ Carriage Approaching ] Mrs.
Jennings' daughter and her husband...

are traveling up especially.

We should be delighted,
Colonel.

[ Carriage Approaching ] I will, of course,
be including Mr. Vvilloughby in the party.

I should be delighted
to join you, Colonel.

Good morning,
Miss Dashwood.

Good morning, Colonel. Good morning, Mr.
VVilloughby.

The colonel has invited us to
Delaford, VVilloughby. Excellent.

I understand you have a particularly
fine pianoforte, Colonel.

A Broadwood Grand. [ Marianne
] A Broadwood Grand?

Then I shall really be able to play for
you all. VVe shall look forward to it.

Good day.
Walk on. Walk on.

Good-bye.

Your sister seems very happy.

Yes.

Marianne does not approve
of hiding her emotions.

In fact,
her romantic prejudices...

have the unfortunate tendency
to set propriety at naught.

She is wholly unspoilt.

Rather too unspoilt
in my view.

The sooner she becomes acquainted with
the ways of the world, the better.

I knew a lady very like your sister-

the same impulsive sweetness of temper-

who was forced into, as you put it, a
better acquaintance with the world.

The result was only
ruination and despair.

Do not desire it,
Miss Dashwood.

[ Sir John ] Colonel Brandon's lawn
is perfect for kite launching.

We must have your sky kite.
Mind them pretty ribbons.

John, set that in there!

[ Chuckling,
Murmuring ]

Imagine my surprise,
Mrs. Dashwood,

when Charlotte and her lord and
master appeared with our cousin Lucy.

The last person
I expected to see!

She probably came
to join in the fun,

for there are no funds for such
luxuries at home, poor thing.

L'd not seen you for so long, dear Mrs.
Jennings, I couldn't resist the opportunity.

You sly thing! It was the Misses Dashwood
she wanted to see, not Delaford, Mama.

I have heard nothing but “Miss
Dashwood this, Miss Dashwood that”...

for I don't know how long.

And what do you think of them
now you do see them, Lucy?

My mother has talked of nothing else in
her letters since you came to Barton.

Mr. Palmer, are they not the very
creatures she describes? Nothing like.

[ Mrs. Jennings Laughs] Mr.
Palmer, you are quite rude today.

He's to be an MP,
Mrs. Dashwood.

It is very fatiguing for him for he
is forced to make everybody like him.

He says it is quite shocking. I
never said anything so irrational.

[ Mrs. Jennings ] Oh, Mr.
Palmer's so droll.

He's always out of humor.

Oh! Here he comes.

Now you shall see, Charlotte.
[ Dogs Barking ]

VVhoa.VVhoa.

Hello,
Mr. Willoughby!

Come, you must meet my daughter Charlotte.
Mr. Palmer.

- How do you do?
- And our little cousin, Miss Lucy Steele.

Welcome to our party,
Miss Steele.

Turn about. Come 'round, boys.
Come 'round.

[ Mrs. Jennings ] I know Mr.
VVilloughby extremely well.

May I beg a seat beside you,
Miss Dashwood?

L've so longed to make
your better acquaintance.

- L've heard nothing but the highest
praise of you. - I would be delighted.

But Sir John and Mrs. Jennings are
too excessive in their compliments.

Oh, no.
I am sure to disappoint.

No, for it was from quite
another source I heard you praised,

and one not at all inclined
to exaggeration.

[ Charlotte Giggling ] [ Sir
John ] VVhat can this be?

[ Dogs Barking ]

Is Colonel Brandon here?
Over here!

Where is he?
There he is!

My horse. Quickly!

- What's the matter, Brandon?
- I must away to London.

- No! Impossible!
- Imperative!

But w-we're all assembled!
Hlsend for my things later.

VVe cannot picnic at Delaford without
our host. Go up to town tomorrow.

Or wait until we return and start then.
You'd not be six hours later.

[ Horse VVhinnies] I cannot
afford to lose one minute.

Forgive me.

I hope it's nothing serious, Colonel.
[ Hoofbeats ]

[Sir John] Upon my soul, this is all
very unusual! [ Guests Chattering ]

Frailty, thy name is Brandon.

[ Marianne ] There are some people
who can't bear a party of pleasure.

You're a very wicked pair. Colonel
Brandon will be sadly missed.

V\/hy? When he is the sort of man
that everyone speaks well of...

and no one remembers to talk to.
[ Marianne ] Exactly.

[ Mrs. Dashwood ] Nonsense. Colonel Brandon
is very highly respected at Barton Park.

Hmph. Which is enough
censure in itself, hmm?

Really, Willoughby.

[ Imitating Mrs. Jennings ]
Come, come, Mr. lmpudence.

I know you and your wicked ways.
Oh! [Giggling ]

Come, Miss Dashwood. Reveal your beau.
Reveal him, I say.

Let's have no secrets between friends.
Let me winkle them out of you.

Hush. I do declare,
Miss Marianne.

If I do not have you married
to the colonel by teatime,

I shall swallow
my own bonnet.

As if you could marry
such a character.

Why should you dislike him?

Because he has threatened rne
with rain when I wanted it fine.

[ Mrs. Dashwood Chuckles]

He has found fault
with the balance of my high flyer.

And I cannot persuade him
to buy my brown mare. Ch!

If it will be of any satisfaction
to you, however,

to be told that I believe his character
to be, in all other respects...

irreproachable, then l'm ready to
confess it. [ Marianne Squealing ]

And in return for such an acknowledgment
that must give me some pain-

Aaah! you cannot deny
me the privilege...

of disliking him
as much as I adore...

this cottage.

I have great plans for improvements
to it, you know, Mr. Vvilloughby.

Now, that I will
never consent to.

Not a stone must be
added to its walls.

Were I rich enough, I would
instantly pull down Combe Magna...

and rebuild it
in the exact image of this cottage.

V\/ith dark narrow stairs, a poky hall
and a fire that smokes, I suppose.

Especially the fire
that smokes.

For then I should be as happy at
Combe as I have been at Barton.

But this place has one claim on my affections
that none other can possibly share.

[ Sighs ] Promise me
you'll neverchangeit

l'm honored that so fair
and virtuous a lady...

should compromise her honor by
seeing me to the gate unaccompanied.

[Laughs] That is exactly
what Elinor would say.

And she would be right.

Miss Marianne, will you do me the honor
of granting me an interview tomorrow...

alone?

Oh, Willoughby,
we're always alone.

But there is-

There's something very particular
I should like to ask you.

Of course.

I shall ask Mama
if I may stay behind from church.

Thank you.

Until tomorrow, then.

Miss Marianne.

Oh, virtue.

Silently and with fear,
enter thou into the hearts...

of all them
that hear me this day.

Do you think he'll kneel
down when he asks her? Shh!

The fear of him is the beginning of wisdom.
They always kneel down.

Good understanding have
all they that do thereafter.

Margaret, Margaret,
come back.

Splendid sermon!
Splendid.

[ Marianne Sobbing ]
Oh, no!

What is wrong, dearest?

Vvmoughby,
what is the matter?

I must-

Forgive me, Mrs. Dashwood.
l'm sent-

That is to say, Lady Allen has
exercised the privilege of riches...

upon a dependent cousin
and is sending me to London.

- When? This morning?
- Almost this moment.

What a disappointment.

But your business will not detain
you from us for long, I hope?

You're very kind, but...

I have no idea of returning
immediately into Devonshire.

L'm seldom invited to Allenham
more than once a year.

Oh, for shame, VVilloughby. Can you wait
for an invitation from Barton Cottage?

My engagements at present
are of such a n-nature-

That is to say,
I dare not flatter my-

It is folly to linger
in this manner.

I will not torment myself further.

[Sobbing Continues]
Willoughby, come back!

Margaret, ask Betsy to make a
cup of hot tea for Marianne.

What is wrong, my love?
Do not ask me questions.

- [ Margaret ] Betsy!
- Please let me be!

[Sobbing Continues]

[ Door Closes ] They
must have quarreled.

On, that is unlikely.

Perhaps this Lady Allen...

disapproves of his regard
for Marianne...

and has invented an excuse
to send him away.

Then why did he not
say as much?

It is not like Willoughby
to be secretive.

VVhat is it you suspect him of?
I can hardly tell you.

But why was his manner so guilty?
What are you saying, Elinor?

That he's been acting a part to
your sister for all this time?

No. He loves her.
l'm sure.

Of course he loves her.

Has he left her with any assurance
of his return? [ Margaret] Marianne!

Cannot you ask her if he has proposed?
Certainly not.

I cannot force a confidence from
Marianne and nor should you.

V\/e must trust her to confide
in us in her own time.

There was something so underhand
in the manner of his leaving.

You are resolved, then, to think the
worst of him? l'm not resolved.

I prefer to give him the benefit
of my good opinion.

He deserves no less
from all of us!

Mama, I am very fond
of Willoughby.

Mama. Mama.
[ Sobbing ]

[ Marianne Sobbing ]

She would not let me in.

[Sobbing ]

[All Sobbing ]

[Sobbing Continues]

[Chattering Quietly]

To sail us up
the river.

[ Margaret ] How will
we travel onland?

Oh!
Oh!

- Oh, if only this rain would stop.
- lf only you would stop.

Oh! [ Laughing ] 'Twas you who
took her off my hands, Mr. Palmer.

And a very good bargain
you made of it too.

And now I have the whip hand over
you, for you cannot give her back.

[Charlotte Laughing ]

[ Mrs. Jennings] Miss Marianne,
come and play a round with us.

Looking out at the weather
will not bring him back.

She ate nothing at dinner. Mind, we're
all a little forlorn these days.

[ Mrs. Jennings ] London has
swallowed all our company.

Dear Miss Dashwood, perhaps now
we might have our... discussion.

Our discussion?

There is a particular question
l've long wanted to ask you.

But perhaps you'll think me impertinent?
I cannot imagine so.

But it is an odd question.
Oh, forgive me.

I have no wish to trouble you.
No, my dear Miss Steele.

Miss Dashwood, if only Mr. VVilloughby
had gone home to Combe Magna,

we could have taken Miss Marianne to see
him. VVe live but half a mile away.

Five and a half.

No. I cannot believe it is that far, for you
can see the place from the top of our hill.

Is it really five and a half?
No. I cannot believe it.

TTY"

You have my permission to ask any manner
of question, if that is of any help.

Thank you.

I wonder, are you at all acquainted
with your sister-in-law's mother?

Mrs. Ferrars?

With Fanny's mother?

No, I-
I have never met her.

You must think me strange
for inquiring.

[Women Chattering ]
If only I dared tell it.

Lucy, if she tells you
aught of the famous Mr. F,

you must pass it on.
[ Giggling ]

Will you take a turn
with me, Miss Dashwood?

Of course.

I, uh- I had no idea...

that you were at all connected
with that family. Oh!

[Lucy] I am certainly nothing to Mrs.
Ferrars at present,

but the time may come...

when we may be very
intimately connected.

What do you mean?

Do you have an underst-

[ Whispering ] Do you have an understanding
with Fanny's brother Robert?

The youngest?

No. I never met him in my life.

No. With Edward.

Edward? Edward Ferrars?

Edward and I have
been secretly engaged...

these five years.

Oh, you may well
be surprised.

I should never have mentioned it had I not known
I could entirely trust you to keep our secret.

Edward would not mind my telling you for I
know he looks on you quite as his own sister.

L'm sorry.
We- Surely, we-

We- We surely do not mean
the same Mr. Ferrars.

Oh, the very same.

He was four years under the tutelage of
my uncle, Mr. Pratt, down in Plymouth.

Has he never spoken
of it?

Yes.
Yes, I believe he has.

I was very unwilling to enter into it
without his mother's approval.

But we loved each other
with too great a passion for prudence.

Though you do not know him
as well as I, Miss Dashwood,

you must have seen how capable he is of
making a woman sincerely attached to him.

I cannot pretend it has not
been very hard on us both.

We can scarcely meet
above twice a year.

[ Mrs. Jennings Chattering ]

You seem out of sorts, Miss Dashwood.
Are you quite well?

Perfectly well. Thank you.
l've not offended you?

On the contrary. [ Mrs. Jennings]
I cannot stand it any longer.

I must know what
you're saying, Lucy.

If anyone finds out, it will ruin him.
Promise me you'll not tell a soul.

Miss Dashwood
is quite engrossed.

- [ Charlotte ] You're allowed no secrets
from us, Miss Lucy. - I give you my word.

V\/ell, and what can have fascinated
you to such an extent, Miss Dashwood?

- Tell us all!
- VVe were talking of London, ma'am.

And of all
its diversions.

Do you hear that, Charlotte?
[Panfing]

While you were so busy whispering,
Charlotte and I have concocted a plan.

It is the best plan in the world!

I make for London shortly,
and I invite you, Lucy...

and both the Misses Dashwood
to join me.

[ Sir John ] Splendid idea!
London?

[Charlotte Giggling ]
lsn't is splendid?

Can I g0?
Can I g0?

You know perfectly well
you're too young, dearest.

I shall convey you all to my house in Chelsea,
and we will taste the delights of the season.

What say you?

[ Margaret] Oh, please, can I go?
l'm 12 soon.

Mr. Palmer, do you not long to have
the Misses Dashwood come to London?

I came into Devonshire
with no other view.

Mrs. Jennings,
you are very kind,

but we cannot possibly
leave our mother.

Oh, your mother can
spare you very well!

- [ Mrs. Dashwood ] Of course I can!
- Of course she can!

I could not be more delighted.
lt is exactly what I would wish.

[ Mrs. Jennings ] I will brook
no refusal, Miss Dashwood.

Let us strike hands
on the bargain.

And if I do not have the three
of you married by Michaelmas,

it will not be my fault.

- [ Giggling ] - [ Marianne ] Mrs.
Jennings!

[Charlotte Chattering ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Marianne ] I was never so
grateful in all my life...

as I am to Mrs. Jennings.
Oh, Elinor.

I shall see Willoughby,
and you will see Edward.

Are you asleep?

With you in the room?
[ Marianne Sighs ]

I do not believe you feel as calm
as you look, Elinor. Not even you.

I will never sleep
tonight.

V\/hat were you and Miss
Steele talking about so long?

Nothing of significance.

[Shouting Farewells]

[ Marianne ]
You must look after Mama!

We Will! We will!

BYE-bye!
GOOd-bye!

[ Mrs. Jennings ] How do you
think I live poking about...

in that great house all by myself when I
have been used to having Charlotte...

until she had the baby? I have
written to Edward, Miss Dashwood.

And yet I do not know
how much I may see of him.

Secrecy is vital.
He'll never be able to call.

I should imagine not.

It's so hard.

I believe my only comfort has been
the constancy of his affection.

You're fortunate, over
such a lengthy engagement,

never to have had any
doubts on that score.

Oh. I'm of rather
a jealous nature.

And if he talked more of one
young woman than any other-

But he's never given a
momenfs alarm on that count.

Imagine how glad he'll be
to learn that we are friends.

There you are, Pigeon. Have you missed me?
Very much, ma'am.

You always say so,
and I never believe you.

I trust everything's in order.
In good order, ma'am.

Though if I might suggest the ordering
of coal- Don't talk to me of coals.

There you are, Pooter.
Still alive, I see?

Tea, Pigeon, tea.
Yes, ma'am.

Ah, then, my dears.
[Whispering ]

Well, you do not waste
any time, Miss Marianne.

Give it to Pigeon there.
He'll see to it.

Come along, dear. A letter. So
they're definitely engaged.

Mrs. Jennings says your sister will
buy her wedding clothes here in town.

Dear Miss Steele,
I know of no such plan.

John and Fanny are in town. I think
we shall be forced to see them.

I see.
[ Knocking ]

I think it was for next door.
Yes, you're right.

Marianne, do sit down
for two seconds together.

You're making me nervous.

[ Knocking ]

[ Maid ] Good afternoon, sir.
[ Man ] Good afternoon.

Is Miss Marianne here?

Shh. [ Maid ] VVho shall
I say is calling?

Very good, sir.

Oh, Elinor,
it is Willoughby.

Indeed, it is.

Oh!

Excuse me, Colonel.

Um, Colonel.

What a pleasure to see you. Have
you been in London all this while?

Forgive me, Miss Dashwood.

I have heard reports
through town that-

Miss Dashwood,
tell me once and for all.

Is everything finally resolved between
your sister and Mr. Vvilloughby?

Colonel, though neither one
has informed me...

of their understanding,

I have no doubt
of their mutual affection.

Thank you, Miss Dashwood.

To your sister,
I wish all imaginable happiness.

To Mr. Willoughby,
that he may endeavor...

to deserve her.

What do you mean?

Forgive me, I-

Forgive me.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Loud Chattering ]

Where is dear Edward, John?
We expect to see him daily.

VVho is “dear Edward,” may I ask?
VVho, indeed?

My brother, Mrs. Jennings.
Mr. Edward Ferrars.

Indeed!

Is that Ferrars
with an “F”?

[Giggling ]

No. Are there any
messages, Pigeon?

No messages at all? No cards?
None, madam.

I notice you do not inquire
for your messages, Miss Dashwood.

No, indeed, for I do not
expect any, Mrs. Jennings.

I have no- very little
acquaintance in town.

I don't want to hear another
word about the ham bone, Pigeon.

You and Cartwright must
sort that out between you.

No messages, ma'am.

Now, do not fret,
my dear.

I have been told that
this good weather...

is keeping many of our sportsmen
in the country at present.

But the frost will soon drive them to town.
Depend on it.

Of course. I had not
thought of that.

[Laughs] Thank you, Mrs.
Jennings.

And Miss Dashwood may
set her heart at rest,

for I overheard your sister-in-law say
she is to invite the elusive Mr. F...

to the ball tonight.

[ Mrs. Jennings ]
Do be careful, dears.

The horses have been here.

Careful. lt's beginning
to rain also.

Now follow me.

[ Horse Snorts]
Vvhoops.

[ People Chattering ]
N' [Orchestral ]

[ Man ]
Steady!

No,no,no,no,no.
This is madness.

This is dribbling,
babbling madness!

[Chattering ]

Mama!

This is very merry!
Charlotte!

Oh, do you spy anyone we know?
Not a soul.

Ask Mr. Palmer to look.
He has a better view.

Mr. Palmer, do you see
anyone of our acquaintance?

Unfortunately not. How can you
be such a tease, Mr. Palmer?

There is Mrs. John Dashwood. I can
see her for myself. Mrs. Dashwood!

Hello!

Come along, my dears.

There you are!

Mrs. Jennings. Oh, goodness.
How hot it is.

Indeed. You're not
alone, I trust?

Indeed,no. John is just
gone to fetch my brother.

They've been
eating ices.

Your brother! I declare.
This is good news, indeed.

At long last! Miss Dashwood, I
declare I shall faint clean away.

Oh, Mrs. Jennings,
I am pleased to see you.

May I present
my brother-in-law,

Mr. Robert Ferrars.

[ Sighs ]

Um, Miss Dashwood,
Miss Steele, Miss Marianne.

My dear ladies,
we meet at last.

[ Mrs. Jennings] So you must be the
younger brother. ls Mr. Edward not here?

Miss Dashwood here
was counting on him.

Oh, he's far too busy
for such gatherings...

and has no special acquaintance here
to make his attendance worthwhile.

[Laughs] I declare. I do not know what
the young men are about these days.

Are they all in hiding?
Come, Mr. Robert.

In the absence of your brother, you must
dance with our lovely Miss Dashwood here.

It would be my honor.

And perhaps Miss Steele...

might consider reserving
the allemande.

N' [Orchestral ]

[Woman Laughing ]

You reside in Devonshire,
I believe, Miss Dashwood?

Yes.

In a cottage?

Yes.

I am excessively fond
of a cottage.

If I had any money to spare,
I should build one myself.

Mr. Willoughby.

How do you do,
Miss Dashwood?

L'm very well.
Thank you.

How's your family?
They're all extremely well,

Mr. Willoughby.

Thank you for
your kind inquiry.

U [ Ends]

Vvmoughby!

[ Conversation Stops ]
[Woman #1 ] VVho is she?

[Woman #2 ]
She came in with Mrs. Jennings.

[Woman #3 ]
Mrs. John Dashwood.

Good God, Willoughby.

Will you not
shake hands with me?

How do you do,
Miss Marianne?

Vvmoughby,
what is the matter?

Why have you not
come to see me?

V\/ere you not in London? Have
you not received my letters?

Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the
information you were so good as to send me.

II [ Resumes ] For
heaven's sake, Vvmoughby,

tell me what is wrong.

Thank you.
l'm most obliged.

If you will excuse me,
I must rejoin my party.

[ Mouths Words ]

[ Man ]
Ah, Willoughby.

Go to him, Elinor. Force him
to come to me instantly.

[ Elinor] Marianne, you
must- you must come away.

[Woman ]
Do you know them?

Acquaintances
from the country.

Indeed.

[Woman #2 ] Vveafingthek
country fashions, I see.

Come away, dearest.

Come away.

I do not understand. I must speak to him.
I must go to him.

[ Mrs. Jennings ]
There you are, my dear!

Oh, my goodness. Come, dear.
[Whispering ]

You need some air.

[Woman ]
She called out his name.

[ Man ] John Dashwood's sisters.

Lucy! Lucy, come, dear.
We must go.

VVe're leaving so soon? If I
might be so bold, Mrs. Jennings,

it would be our pleasure to
escort your young charge home.

Oh, how very kind. That
is very handsome ofyou.

She actually sent him messages
during the night? Yes, indeed.

[Lucy] Mr. Pigeon was
not himself all day.

Marianne,
please tell me.

Do not ask me questions.

You have
no confidence in me.

This reproach from you?
You who confide in no one?

I have nothing to tell.

Nor I. Neither of us
have anything to tell.

I, because I conceal nothing and you,
because you communicate nothing.

[ Mrs. Jennings] I wish Lady Charteris
would limit her invitation list.

I do not know when
l've been so warm.

L'm glad we left early.

There, now.

[ Chuckling ] Lovers'
quarrels are swift to heal.

That letter will do the trick. Mark
my words. VVell, I must be off.

I do hope he doesn't keep her
waiting much longer, Miss Dashwood.

It hurts to see her
looking so forlorn.

[ Mrs. Jennings]
Pigeon. Pigeon!

What a welcome I had from
Edwards family, Miss Dashwood.

L'm surprised you never mentioned how
agreeable your sister-in-law is.

And Mr. Robert-
all so affable.

It is perhaps fortunate that none
of them knows of your engagement.

Excuse me.

“My dear madam,

l'm quite at a loss to discover in what point
I could be so unfortunate as to offend you.

My esteem for your family
is very sincere,

but if I have given rise to a belief of
more than I felt or meant to express,

I shall reproach myself for
not having been more guarded.

My affections have long
been engaged elsewhere,

and it is with great regret that I return
your letters and the lock of hair...

which you so obligingly
bestowed upon me.

I am, et cetera,
John Willoughby.”

Oh, Marianne.

Dearest.

It is best to know what
his intentions are at once.

Think of what you would have felt if your
engagement had carried on for months and months...

before he chose
to put an end to it.

We're not engaged.

But y-you wrote to him.

I thought that he must have left you
with some kind of understanding.

No. He's not so unworthy
as you think him.

Not so unworthy? Did he
tell you that he loved you?

Yes.

No. Never absolutely.

It was every day implied,
but never declared.

Sometimes I thought it had
been, but it never was.

He has broken no vow. He has!
He's broken faith with all of us.

He made us all believe
he loved you.

He did.

He did. He loved me
as I loved him.

[Sobbing ]
[ Knocking ]

I had to come straight up.
How are you, Miss Marianne?

Oh, poor thing.
She looks very bad.

'Tis no wonder, Miss Dashwood,
for 'tis but too true.

I was told in the street here by
Miss Morton, a very great friend,

he is to be married at the end of the
month to a Miss Grey with £50,000.

Well, said I, if 'tis true,
then he is a good-for-nothing...

who's used my young friend
abominably ill.

And I wish with all my soul that his
wife might plague his heart out.

[Sobbing Continues]

Oh. Oh, my dear.

He's not the only
young man worth having.

With your pretty face, you'll
never want for admirers.

There.

Better let her have her cry out
and have done with it.

Mmm.

I will go look out
something to tempt her.

Does she care for olives?

I cannot tell you.

[ Mouths Words ]

Apparently,
they never were engaged.

Miss Grey has £50,000.
Marianne is virtually penniless.

She cannot have expected
him to go through with it.

But I feel for Marianne.

She will lose her bloom and
end a spinster, like Elinor.

I think, my dear, we might consider having
them to stay with us for a few days.

VVe are, after all, family.
And my father- My love.

I would ask them
with all my head, but...

l've already asked
Miss Steele for a visit.

And we cannot deprive Mrs. Jennings
of all her company at once.

We can invite your sisters
some other year, you know.

And Miss Steele will profit far
more from your generosity.

Poor girl.
Excellent notion.

[ Knocking ]

[ Maid ] Colonel Brandon
to see you, Miss Dashwood.

Colonel.

Thank you so much
for coming.

How is your sister?

I must get her home
as quickly as possible.

The Palmers can take us as far
as their home at Cleveland,

which is but a day
from Barton.

Then permit me to accompany you and take you
straight on from Cleveland to Barton myself.

I confess that is precisely
what I had hoped for.

Marianne suffers cruelly.

V\/hat pains me most is how hard she
tries to justify Mr. VVilloughby.

But you know
her disposition.

Perhaps... I-

Miss Dashwood,
would you allow me...

to relate some circumstances which nothing
but an earnest desire of being useful-

You have something to tell me
of Mr. Willoughby?

When I quitted Barton last-

No, I must go further back.

No doubt-

No doubt, Mrs. Jennings
has apprised you...

of certain events in my past.

The sad outcome of my connection
with a young woman named Eliza.

What is not commonly known
is that...

20 years ago,
before she died,

Eliza bore
an illegitimate child.

The father, whoever he was,
abandoned them.

As Eliza lay dying,

she begged me
to look after the child.

I had failed Eliza
in every other way.

I could not refuse her now.

I took the child-
Beth is her name-

and placed her with a family in the country where I
could be sure that she would be well looked after.

I saw her whenever I could.

And she grew up
so headstrong.

And God forgive me,
I indulged her.

I allowed her
too much freedom.

Almost a year ago,
she disappeared.

Disappeared?
I instigated a search,

but for eight months I was
left to imagine the worst.

At last, on the day
of the Delaford picnic,

I received the first news
ofhen

She was with child.

And the blackguard who had left her
with no hint of his whereabouts-

Oh, good God.

Do you mean Willoughby?

Before I could
return to confront him,

Lady Allen had learned of his behavior
and turned him from the house.

He fled to London. Yes, he left us
that morning without any explanation.

Lady Allen
had annulled his legacy.

He was left with next to nothing and
in danger of losing Combe Magna...

and all the money that
remained to his debtors.

So he abandoned Marianne...

for Miss Grey
and her £50,000.

Is Beth still in town?

She has chosen to return to the
country for her confinement.

[ Sighs ]

I would not have burdened you,
Miss Dashwood,

had I not, from my heart,

believed it might in time...

lessen your sister's regrets.

I have described
Mr. Willoughby...

as the worst of libertines.

But I have since learned
from Lady Allen...

that he did mean to propose
that day, and therefore,

lcannotdeny that his
intentions towards Marianne...

were honorable.

And...

I feel certain that
he would have married her...

had it not been-

For the money.

Dearest, was I right
to tell you?

Of course.

Whatever his past actions,

whatever his present course,

at least you may be certain
that he loved you.

Butnotenough.

Notenough.

[ Door Opens ]

Here is someone to cheer
you up, Miss Dashwood.

[ Mrs. Jennings
Chuckling ]

Oh, how is your dear sister,
Miss Dashwood?

Poor thing.

I must say, I do not know what I should do
if a man treated me with so little respect.

How are you enjoying your stay
with John and Fanny, Miss Steele?

Oh, I was never so happy in my
entire life, Miss Dashwood.

I do believe your sister-in-law
has taken quite a fancy to me.

Oh, I had to come and tell you, for
you cannot imagine what has happened.

No,lcannoL Yesterday, I was
introduced to Edward's mother.

And she was a vast deal
more than civil.

I have not yet seen Edward,

but I feel sure to very soon.

[ Knocking ]
Come in.

There's a Mr. Edward Ferrars
to see you, Miss Dashwood.

Oh.

Do ask him to come in.

[ Maid ]
This way, sir.

Mr. Ferrars.

Miss Dashwood.

What a pleasure to see you.

- Miss Dashwood, how can l- - You
know Miss Steele, of course.

Indeed. How do you do,
Miss Steele?

I am well, thank you,
Mr. Ferrars.

Do sit down.

Thank you.
[ Swallows ] Yes.

You must be surprised
to find me here, Mr. Ferrars.

I expect you thought I was
at your sister's house.

Let me fetch Marianne.

- Mr. Ferrars, she would be most disappointed
to miss you. - [ Marianne ] Edward?

Edward,
I heard your voice.

At last, you've found us.

Forgive me, Marianne. My
visit is shamefully overdue.

You're pale. Y0u've not
been unwell, lhope.

Do not think of me.
Elinor is well, you see.

That must be enough
for both of us.

L-lndeed. And h-how do you
enjoy London, Miss Marianne?

Not at all. The sight of you is
all the pleasure it has afforded.

Is that not so, Elinor?

Why have you not
come to see us before?

I have been
much engaged elsewhere.

Engaged elsewhere?

But what was that when there
were such friends to be met?

Perhaps, Miss Marianne, you think young men
never honor their engagements, little or great.

No, indeed. For Edward is the most incapable
of being selfish of anyone I ever saw.

Edward, will you not sit?

Elinor, help me
to persuade him.

Forgive me. Forgive me.
l-l must take my leave.

You're only just arrived.

You would excuse me, but I, um, have an urgent
commission to attend to on Fanny's behalf.

In that case, perhaps you might escort me
back to your sister's house, Mr. Ferrars.

It would be an honor.

Miss Dashwood.

Marianne.

Why did you not
urge him to stay?

He must have had
his reasons for going.

His reason was, no doubt,
your coldness.

If I were Edward, I would assume
you did not care for me at all.

[Lucy] Poor Miss Marianne looked
very badly the other day.

VVhen I think of her, it frightens me
to think that I shall never marry.

Nonsense. You will marry far better
than either of the Dashwood girls.

Oh, but I have no dowry.

There are qualities which
will always make up for that,

and you have them
in abundance.

It would not surprise me if you
were to marry far and away...

beyond your expectations.

Oh, I wish that
might be so.

There is a young man.

Aha.
l'm glad to hear of it.

Is he of good fortune
and breeding?

Of both.

B-But his family would
certainly oppose the match.

Tush. They will allow it as
soon as they see you, my dear.

It is a very great secret.

L've told nobody in the world
for fear of discovery.

I am the soul of discretion.

If I dared tell-

I can assure you,
I am as silent as the grave.

[ Whispering ] lt's
your brother Edward.

Viper in my bosom!
[Squealing ]

[Screaming ]
Get out!

[Whimpering ]
Stop this! Stop this!

[ Grunting ] Ow! Ow! Get out!

[ Lucy Screaming ]

[ Bells Jingling ]

Oh, my dears.
What a commotion.

Mr. Edward Ferrars, the very one I
used to joke you about, Miss Dashwood,

is engaged these five
years to Lucy Steele.

Poor Mr. Ferrars.

His mother, who by all
accounts is very proud,

has demanded that he break the
engagement on pain of disinheritance.

But he has refused
to break his promise to Lucy.

He has stood by her, good man,
and is cut off without a penny.

She has settled it all
irrevocably on Mr. Robert.

But I cannot stop.
I must go to Lucy.

Your sister-in-law scolded her like
any fury, drove her to hysteria.

How long have you known?

[ Mrs. Jennings] Pigeon, I need
the carriage this instant!

Since the night Mrs. Jennings
offered to take us to London.

Why did you not tell me?

Lucy told me in the
strictest confidence.

[ Exhales]
I could not break my word.

- But Edward loves you.
- He made me no promises.

- He tried to tell me aboutLucy.
- He cannot marry her.

Would you have him treat her even worse
than Willoughby has treated you?

N0.

But nor would I have him
marry where he does not love.

Edward made his promise a long
time ago, long before he met me.

Though he may harbor
some r-regret,

I believe that he will be happy in the knowledge
that he did his duty and kept his word.

[ Sighs ]
After all-

After all that
is bewitching...

intheidea of one's happiness
entirely depending on one person,

it is not always possible.

We must accept.

Edward will marry Lucy.

And you and I will go home.

Always resignation
and acceptance.

Always prudence
and honor and duty.

Elinor,
where is your heart?

[ Sighs ] VVhat do you
know of my heart?

What do you know of anything
but your own suffering?

For weeks, Marianne,
l've had this pressing on me...

without being at liberty to speak
of it to a single creature.

It was forced on me by the very person
whose prior claims ruined all my hopes.

[ Sighs ] I have endured her
exultation again and again...

whilst knowing myself
to be divided from Edward forever.

Believe me, Marianne,
had I not been bound to silence,

I could have produced proof enough
of a broken heart even for you.

Elinor.

[Crying Quietly]

[ Sobs ]

Oh!

[ Brandon ] I have heard that
owing to his engagement,

your friend Mr. Ferrars has lost his
fortune irrevocably to his brother.

Have I been rightly informed?
ls it so?

It is, indeed, so.

Are you acquainted
with Mr. Ferrars?

Uh, no,
we have never met.

But I know only too well
the cruelty-

the impolitic cruelty
of dividing two young people...

long attached to one another.

I have a proposal to make that should enable
him to marry Miss Steele immediately.

Since the gentleman
is so close a friend to your family,

perhaps you would be good enough
to mention it to him.

Oh.

Colonel, I am sure he would be only too
delighted to hear it from your own lips.

I think not.

His behavior
has proved him proud.

In the best sense.

I feel certain
this is the right course.

[ Knocking ]

[ Maid ]
Mr. Edward Ferrars.

Mr. Ferrars.

Miss Dashwood.

Thank you for responding
so promptly to my message.

I was most grateful
to receive it.

Miss Dashwood, God knows
what you must think of me.

Mr. Ferrars- I have no
right to speak, I know.

I have- I have good news.
Do please sit down.

L-l think you know of our
friend, Colonel Brandon.

Yes, l've heard his name.

Colonel Brandon
desires me to say...

that understanding you
wish to join the clergy,

he has great pleasure in offering you
the parish on his estate at Delaford...

in the hope that it may enable
you and Miss Steele to marry.

C-Colonel Brandon?

Yes. He means it as
testimony of his concern...

for the cruel situation in
which you now find yourselves.

Colonel Brandon
give me a parish?

Can it be possible?

The unkindness of your family makes you
astonished to find friendship elsewhere.

N0.

Not to find it in you.

I cannot be ignorant that it is
certainly to you that I owe this.

L'd- I feel it.

I would express it ifl
could, but, as you know-

No,no,no.
I am no orator.

You are mistaken. You owe it
almost entirely to your own merit.

L've had no hand in it.

Colonel Brandon must be a man of
great worth and respectability.

Yes, he is the kindest
and best of men.

Uh, may I ask why the colonel
did not tell me himself?

I think he felt it would be
better coming from a friend.

Your friendship has been the
most important of my life.

You will always have it.

Forgive me.

Mr. Ferrars, you honor
your promises.

That is more important
than anything else.

L- I wish you both
very happy.

Miss Dashwood.

[ Horse Snorting ]

[ Charlotte ] VVhat a stroke of luck for Lucy
and Edward to find a parish so close to Barton.

You'll all be able
to meet very often.

That'll cheer you up,
Miss Marianne.

I have never disliked a person so much
as I do Mr. Willoughby for your sake.

Insufferable man! To think, we can see his
insufferable house from the top of our hill.

I shall ask Jackson
to plant some very tall trees.

You will do nothing
of the sort.

[ Charlotte ] I hear Miss Grey's bridal
gown was everything of the finest.

Made in Paris, no less.

[Charlotte Chattering ]

Oh, Mrs. Bunting! VVe're
in desperate need of tea!

Thank you, Colonel. Oh, Bunting,
how glad I am to see you.

What a journey we've had.
My bones are rattling still.

[Charlotte, Mrs. Bunting Chattering ]

I do not think she drew breath
from the moment we left London.

I should have found
another way of getting home.

There was no other way.
You said so yourself.

But I will just take a stroll.
A moment's peace, Elinor.

I think it is going to rain. [ Charlotte
] Miss Dashwood, come and have some tea!

No, no.
It will not rain.

You always say that,
and then it always does.

I shall keep to the garden,
near the house.

[ Charlotte ] Oh, how can
you say such a thing?

[ Bawling ] VVe are very proud
of our little Thomas, Colonel.

And his papa has such
a way with him.

I have seldom seen a father take to
a child so. [ Bawling Continues ]

Do not fear, Mrs. Bunting.
lt's perfectly safe.

[ Door Opens ] [ Charlotte ] Ooh!
Hush.

Oh, there you are,
Miss Dashwood.

Come and meet little Thomas.
[ Thomas Fussing ]

[Giggling ] Oh! [ Cooing ]

I cannot see Marianne.

Oh! Oh, there.

[ Thunderclap ]

[Thunder Rumbling ]

Love is not love...

which alters
when it alteration finds,

or bends with the remover
to remove.

Oh, no.

It is an ever-fixed mark...

that looks on tempests...

and is never shaken.

Vvmoughby.

Vvmoughby.

Vvmoughby.

Marianne?

She'll be wet through
when she returns.

Thank you for pointing
that out, my dear.

Do not worry, Miss Dashwood.
Brandon will find her.

I think we can all
guess where she went.

Miss Dashwood.
Oh, thank you.

Marianne!

She's not hurt,
but we must get her warm.

Charlotte.

The fire is lit
in my room. Do hurry.

[ Mr. Palmer] Higgins, fetch us some
blankets. [ Charlotte ] Blankets.

[ Mr. Palmer ]
And brandy.

Miss Dashwood.

I think Marianne
may need a doctor.

Yes.

You'll wear yourself out,
Colonel.

Do not worry. A day or two in bed
will soon set her to rights.

You can rely upon Harris, Colonel.
l've never found a better physician.

[ Brandon ]
What is the diagnosis?

It is an infectious fever that has
taken far more serious hold...

than I would have expected
in one so young.

I would recommend the hasty removal
of your child, Mrs. Palmer.

Mrs. Bunting!
Mrs. Bunting!

[Thomas Whining ]

My dear Miss Dashwood.

[ Sighs ] I am more
sorry than I can say.

If you'd prefer me to stay,
I am at your service.

Mr. Palmer,
that is very kind.

But Colonel Brandon and Dr.
Harris will look after us.

Thank you for everything
you have done.

[ Panting ]

She is not doing as well
as I would like.

What can I do?

Colonel, you have done
so much already.

Give me an occupation, Miss
Dashwood, or I shall run mad.

She would be easier
if her mother were here.

Of course.

[ Doctor Harris ]
I must fetch more laudanum.

I cannot pretend,
Miss Dashwood,

that your sister's condition
is not very serious.

You must prepare yourself.

I will return very shortly.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

Marianne?

Marianne,
please try.

Marianne.

Please, try.

E Sobs ]

I cannot-

I cannot do
without you.

[ Sobbing ]
Oh, please.

L- I have tried to bear
everything else.

L will try.

Please, dearest.

Beloved Marianne.

Do not leave me alone.

[Snoring ]

[ Marianne Moans]

[ Gasps 1

[ Exhales]

[ Carriage Approaching ]

My mother.

Mama? Mama.

She is out of danger.
She is out of danger.

Oh, there, there,
my love.

Oh, my-
my Marianne.

Where is Elinor?
l'm here.

Dearest, I am here.

Colonel Brandon.

Thank you.

[ Brandon ]
“Or weigh the thought...

that from man's mind
doth flow.

But if the weight of these
thou canst not show,

weigh but one word which
from thy lips doth fall.”

[ Mrs. Dashwood ] He certainly
is not so dashing as Willoughby.

But he has a far more
pleasing countenance.

There always was a something,
if you remember,

in Willoughby's eyes at times
that I did not like.

[ Brandon ]
“lt is no more at all.

Nor is the earth the lesse,
or loseth aught.

For whatsoever
from one place doth fall...

is with the tide
unto another brought.

For there is nothing lost...

but may be found...

if sought.”

Shall we continue
tomorrow?

No, for I must away.

Away? Where?

That, I cannot tell you.
It is a secret.

You will not stay away long?

There.

There I fell, and there I
first saw VVilloughby.

Poorvvmoughby. He will
always regret you.

But does it follow that had he chosen
me, he would have been content?

He would have had a wife
he loved, but no money,

and might soon have learned to rank
the demands of his pocketbook...

far above the demands
of his heart.

If his present regrets are half as
painful as mine, he will suffer enough.

Do you compare your conduct
with his?

N0.

I compare it with what
it ought to have been.

I compare it with yours.

[ M a rg a ret ] Sans cesse
adorer vos atlraits-

[ Knocking ]

Oh, Thomas. I fetched those
beef fillets for you, ma'am.

[Continues In French ]

Beef is far less expensive in Exeter.
Anyway, it's for Marianne.

VVas Exeter crowded, Thomas?
It was indeed, ma'am.

I spoke to Mrs. Braintree and she told me
that Miss Pothington's had another stroke.

[ Margaret Continues ] [ Thomas
] She has no sense or feeling.

Miss Murden has been obliged to turn
away Coles for his drunkenness.

Oh, and Mr. Ferrars is married, but
of course you know that, ma'am.

But, Elinor,
I thought-

V\/ho told you that Mr.
Ferrars was married, Thomas?

I seen Mrs. Ferrars myself,
ma'am.

Miss Lucy Steele as was.

She and Mr. Ferrars were stopping
in a chaise at the New London Inn.

I happened to look up as I passed
by and I see it was Miss Steele.

So I took off my hat and she inquired after
you, ma'am, and all you young ladies,

especially Miss Dashwood,

and bid me to give you her and Mr.
Ferrars's best compliments and service...

and how they'd be sure
to send you a piece of the cake.

Did Mrs. Ferrars seem well?
Oh, yes, Miss Marianne.

She said
she was vastly contented.

And since she was always a very affable
young lady, I made free to wish her joy.

Thank you, Thomas.

[ Murmurs]

[ Margaret]
lt's for us!

[ Mrs. Dashwood ]
What is it, Thomas?

L'm not sure, ma'am, but it's right heavy.
[ Laughter]

“At last I have found a small enough
instrument to fit the parlor.

I shall follow in a day or two by which time
I expect you to have learnt the enclosed.

Your devoted friend,
Christopher Brandon.”

Oh, my darling, look.
It is beautiful.

It fits perfectly.

Here you are,
Miss Marianne.

Fetch some tea.

He must like you
very much.

It is not just for me.
It is for all of us.

[ Marianne ] J' Or scorn
or pity on me take J'

J' I must the true relation make J'

J' I am undone J'

J' Tonight J'

J' Love,
in a subtle dream disguised J'

J' Hath both my heart and
me surprised J' [ Blowing ]

J' Whom never yet he doth
attempt awake J'

Here is Colonel Brandon,
Marianne.

J' Nor will he tell me J'

J' For whose sake N'

N' [ Marianne Continues, indistinct]

I do not think
it is the colonel.

It must be. He said
he would arrive today.

You must play your new song
to him, Marianne. Edward!

II [ Stops ] [ Margaret
] It is Edward!

Calm. We must be calm.

Edward's here.
Sit down.

Sit down.
Shh, and not a word.

[ Betsy ] Good afternoon, Mr.
Ferrars. Good afternoon.

Are the ladies at home? They are
indeed, sir. Come this way.

Mr. Ferrars
for you, ma'am.

[ Mrs. Dashwood ]
Edward.

What a pleasure
to see you.

Mrs. Dashwood.

Miss Marianne, Margaret.

Miss Dashwood.

I trust I find you all well.

Thank you, Edward.

We are all very well.

We have been enjoying
very fine weather.

Well, we have.

L-l'm glad to hear it.
The roads were very... dry.

May I wish you
great joy, Edward.

Thank you.

[ Stammers ] I hope you have left Mrs.
Ferrars well.

T-T-Tolerably.
Thank you.

Is Mrs. Ferrars
at the new parish?

No, no.
No, my-my mother is in town.

I meant to inquire
after Mrs. Edward Ferrars.

But then you-
You've not heard?

I think- I think you mean my brother.
You mean Mrs. Robert Ferrars.

Mrs. Robert Ferrars?

Yes.

I, um-

l-| received a letter
from Miss Steele, um-

Mrs. Ferrars,
I should say-

um, communicating to me
the, um,

th-the transfer
of her affections...

to my brother Robert.

Um, it seems they were much
thrown together in-in London.

And, um, in view of the change
of my circumstances,

l- I felt it only right...

that she'd be released
from our engagement.

At any rate, they were married
last week and are now in Plymouth.

Then you...

are not married?

N0.

[Gasps, Sobs Loudly]

[Sobbing ]

[Sobbing Continues]

Elinor.

[Whimpering ]

Elinor, I met Lucy
when I was very young.

Had I had an active profession,
I should never have felt...

such an idle and foolish
inclination.

[ Sobbing Continues ] My behavior
at Norland was very wrong.

But I convinced myself
that you felt only friendship for rne...

and that it was my heart alone
that I was risking.

L-l've come here
with no expectations.

Only to profess, now that
I am at liberty to do so,

that my heart is...

and always will be...

yours.

[ Laughing 1

[Whispering ]
Go up in the tree house.

He's sitting next to her.

Margaret, come down.
Will you stop that!

VVhat else? What else?
Oh, Marianne.

[ Marianne ] Tell us! VVait!

He's kneeling down!

Oh! ls he? Ch! [ Laughing ]

[Children Shouting ]

[Crowd Cheering ]

[ People Shouting ]

[Church Bell Tolling ]

[ Children ] Throw the coins!
Throw the coins!

Throw the coins!
Throw the coins!

Throw the coins!
Throw the coins!

Throw the coins!
Throw the coins!

[Shouting ]

[Shouting ]

N' [ Classical ]

[ Woman ]
J' Or scorn 0r pity on me take J'

J' I must' the true redemption make J'

J' lam undone Ion/phi J'

J' Love, in a subtle dream disguised J'

J' Hath both my hear! and me surprised J'

J' Whom ne ver yet
he durst attempt tiawake J'

J' Nor will he tel/ me for whose sake f

J' He did me the delight J'

J' Or spire J'

J' But' leaves me to inquire J'

J' /n all my w/7d desire J'

J' 0f sleep again J'

J' Who was his aid J'

J' And sleep J'

J' S0 guilty and afia/d J'

fAnd since he dares n02' come f

J' Within my sight' J'

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