01x02 - Episode 2

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GENTLE MUSIC

SOPHIA: 'Tom and I
can never be together.

'I am rich and he is poor.

'That's the beginning
and end of it.

'What a world that counts the
coins in a young man's pocket

'and ignores his natural
grace, his kindness. His...'

SHE GIGGLES

'Oh, see how tall
he is. How strong.

'Oh, the memory of him.'

Sophia?

Your cheeks flushed
and your bosom heaving.

I'm sure my bosom's never
heaved in its life, Aunt.

I do most sincerely approve of
your heart's choice, by the way.

My heart's choice... Mm-hm.

..can never be Mr Blifil.

I will never let you disgrace
your poor, dead father's name

by attaching yourself
to a b*stard.

SQUIRE WESTERN: Sophie?
Where are you, love?

Don't you want me to be happy?

I want you to be rich and safe.

'And so my aunt and my grandfather
insist upon Mr William Blifil.

'What a waste of
his time, and mine.

'I don't even think he loves me.

'He just hates Tom Jones.'

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT A
charming morning, Miss Western.

Charming. Mm.

As... As, er..

..charming as y-your
own dear person.

A person that I shall be most...

..gratified to get to know better
when we are united in matrimony.

Which... a happy event
cannot come too soon.

Will you excuse me?

DOOR CLOSES

TOM: Look, I do know my place.

And I do know Miss Western
is far above me in every way.

But, Father, I confess to you
that I love her with all my heart.

Well, she's promised
to a good young man,

who, all his life,
has treated you

with the honour and
tenderness of a brother.

Well, I believe she loves me.

You know, I believe she will
not consent to marry Blifil.

Squire Western assures me
she has consented already.

The decision's made.

She will be Mrs Blifil and, er, you
must learn to see her as a sister.

SQUIRE WESTERN: Frightened, I know.
Your grandmother was the same.

Whimpering at the thought
of her wedding night.

But when it was all over,
she said it wasn't that bad.

Now, dry those eyes,
Sophie, for you well know

your happiness is all I
care for in the world.

Then show mercy, Grandfather,
for I cannot live with Mr Blifil.

But you're in love with him!
Your own aunt told me so.

She is wrong. Wrong?
How can she be wrong?

She is your elder
and your better!

I do not consent to this
match. Enough! You silly girl!

Come on, dogs. Fanny,
come. Fanny, come on.

I don't know what gets into
the women of this family.

Every one of them more
trouble than my dogs.

HE MUTTERS

Ah!

If I'd waited for her
grandmother's consent,

I'd be a bachelor still.

And a happy one.

Knock some sense into her, Tom,
and we shall be friends for life.

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, no, don't come in here.

Your grandfather sent me.

Oh, no, I look awful!

No.

You look beautiful.

SHE CHUCKLES

The lace was white
when I gave it to you.

It's been in my pocket ever since.
I can't bear to be parted from it.

Wait, did you say my
grandfather sent you?

He thinks that I can
persuade you to marry Blifil.

I owe my grandfather everything.

He knows I can never
bear to make him unhappy.

There's only ever
been the two of us.

But now there's the two of us.

You and me.

And the world before us.

And I cannot live
in it without you.

Nor I without you.

WILLIAM: Perhaps
she's merely shy.

Mm. Possibly.

It's... It's only right and proper
for a young bride to be nervous.

Tom'll sort her out.

Tom?! Tom?!

One kiss.

One.

SQUIRE WESTERN:
I'll string him up!

Jones! Get your
dirty paws off her!

Hanging's too good for him!

HE EXHALES

I'll deal with you
later, you little minx.

No! Please don't lock me
in, Grandfather, don't!

Grandfather!

SHE GRUNTS ANGRILY

SHE SOBS

Traitor! Seducer!

b*stard!

Mr Western, sir...

Spoiled him rotten,
the lot of you!

My fool of a granddaughter

has fallen in love with
your b*stard of a b*stard!

Good Lord, no.

I caught her kissing
the thieving villain!

In my trophy room! He
should hang for it!

William, you told me Miss
Western had accepted you?

By little sighs and
maidenly tokens, she did.

And I swear, I will have
no other son-in-law.

William must also choose freely.

He may no longer
think her... suitable.

Can you go a single day
without causing mayhem?

HE SIGHS

Doesn't look like it, does it?

Always your own worst enemy.

HE SIGHS

I will take pity...

..on a misguided soul and...

guide my wife to a full
understanding of her sins.

Yes!

No!

So long as the wedding shall
be sooner than Michaelmas.

Much sooner. Tomorrow.

Oh, dear. Er, perhaps,
er, day after tomorrow.

TRIUMPHANT GRUMBLE

You've been right about
him, William. All along.

Tom Jones has proved himself
unworthy of the trust I put him in.

Your pursuit of that young lady,

against my express commands,
has been criminal, Tom.

I was acting in defence
of Miss Western.

Predatory. It's ugly.

Aunt Bridget, I love her.

Our lives go wrong when we
put our own selfish desires

before everyone and everything.

She has accepted William.
She's to be married.

Can you now finally accept
she cannot be yours?

I have disappointed you.
I beg your forgiveness.

But I cannot promise ever
to accept the loss of her.

Brother...

..may we not give the
boy another chance?

Oh, we have forgiven you
often enough, Tom Jones.

If you have one ounce of the honour
I used to think I saw in you,

you will never bother
poor Miss Western again.

For my part...

..I loved you, Tom. And
now I never want to see you

or hear from you again.

For as long as I shall live.

I don't want your money.

Let no man say I threw
him out without a penny.

DOOR RATTLES

So... the gossip in the
servants' hall is...

You know my views on gossip.

..is Mr Allworthy's
thrown him out

and he's gone off and left
Paradise Hall for good.

Gone?

Without a word to me?

"Dearest Sophia...

"I wish I had the words..."

ENORMOUS BOOM

HE CHUCKLES

Black George. An unhappy
poet sits under a tree.

Trying to write a letter.

Oh. And losing his appetite.

Shame to waste it.

Don't mind me, then.

The lady will be waiting.

I'm happy to be postman.

I shan't send it. It
wouldn't be right.

She always longs to make
her grandfather happy.

I must hope she will
be happy herself.

For there's no future
for us. I know that now.

Good luck to you, Black George.

Watch over Sophia.

But where is it you're off
to, Tom? Case anyone asks.

London. Where else?

Well. If he's
happy without it...

SOPHIA: He'll write.
Of course he will.

And if he doesn't, it means
he didn't love me after all.

He never did, or he
wouldn't have left me.

Exactly! The cheek of it!

And him a poor, beggarly,
bastardly fellow!

How dare you!

He is an angel.

The cream will do. I have the
perfect ribbon to match it.

Prepare to be married
in the morning.

Honour, I refuse this marriage. So
I must leave this house tonight.

Will you come with
me? But, miss...

Two females riding away
at night, all alone?

At the mercy of
highwaymen... murderers...

farmers?

A sensible choice
for travelling, yes?

Where will we go?

I have other aunts.
In London. London!

Yes, Aunt Harriet
and Lady Bellaston.

Right away, miss.

SHEEP BLEATING

A pint of your best,
please, landlord.

And if you have a
shoulder of mutton, or...

GLASS SMASHING

Lost your way, boy?

Since I'm not actually sure where
I'm going, my answer has to be no.

A wanderer, yeah, like myself.

There are few places in Europe
with which I am not acquainted.

He'll have a pint of
your best. And so will I.

And give my puppy
a sausage, man.

I am grateful, sir.

Sergeant-Major Patrick Fitzpatrick,
retired, at your service.

Tom Jones, at yours.

You and me, boy, two of a kind.

OWL HOOTS

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Shh. Shh.

DOGS WHINE SOFTLY

BOTH, SLURRED: ♪ Our
leaders march with muskets

♪ And we with hand grenades... ♪
Yes!

♪ And throw them From
the hilltops... ♪

Elbows! ♪ ..about the
enemies' ears... ♪

That way. That way. ♪ With
a tow, row, row, row, row

♪ To the British Grenadiers! ♪

Whoa! King and
country. Good lad.

Keep them coming,
Bob! HE SIGHS

Good boy, Bob. Soldiering's
a thing of the past for me.

To all the girls
we leave behind.

To my most beloved darling.
To her honour and her beauty.

HE SIGHS

Can't put up a toast
without a name, lad.

Miss Sophia Western. Soon
to be Mrs William Blifil.

And there's not a thing
I can do about it.

Sophie Western. Yes.

I knew one of her name that, er,

been lain with by half the
young fellows in Bristol.

That's not funny.

Had her myself,
forwards and backwards.

I said, that's not funny.

Likes a bit of slap and
tickle, did our Sophie.

HE ROARS

BOTH GRUNTING

Oh, no.

HE MOANS

Think you're special, fancy boy?

Hold still, sir.

Ah! Oh!

HE GROANS

Are you a doctor? You
don't want one of those.

k*ll you as soon as look at you.

There.

Now, if you are that Tom Jones
as was brought up by Mr Allworthy

of Paradise Hall...

I am that sad fellow.

Then you are the worst enemy I
ever made in my life. Landlord!

No. No, no. Really, no more.

I wasn't always a barber.

No, I was once a teacher
and a householder.

Until I took into my house a
flighty maid called Jenny Jones.

My mother! The same.

Then you are Benjamin
Partridge. I am!

And on account of you, innocent
babe as you were, I lost my wife,

my home, and my
situation. HE LAUGHS

I am heartily sorry.

And heartily
pleased to meet you.

Look, I... I have
always wondered...

Mr Partridge, do I have
the honour to address...

..my father? I am
not that sinner!

Hand on heart, I was never
unfaithful to my wife!

Whoever your real father was,

he's never shown any
interest in you, has he?

Never. Then leave him be, lad,

and let's drink to an open road.

And a new day.

Very touching.

Now, in the absence
of Mr Fitzpatrick,

which of you two fine gentlemen

will be paying the bill for
this evening's entertainment?

I, sir.

It will be my pleasure to pay.

The money.

My father's money,
it's... it's gone.

Partridge, I've lost
his farewell gift.

On me. No, I can't
let you do that

when I can never pay you back.

I'll just pay for my own, then.

You, out!

Honour, where are you?

Who's there?

Oh, Black George, don't
creep up on people.

I beg your pardon, miss.
Tom's heading for London.

Oh, I see. Thank you.

So are we, as it happens.
I don't need all those!

They're not yours.

These dresses is all
my worldly wealth.

Thank you, Black George.

Miss.

WILLIAM: Wilt thou have this
man to be thy wedded husband?

Wilt thou obey
him, and serve him?

Love, honour, and keep him...

..in sickness and in health.

And, forsaking all others...

..keep thee only unto him...

Sophia?

..so long as ye both shall live?

Sophie!

Sophie, where the devil are you?

Tom?

Tell me, my man, is
this your establishment?

It'd be nicer if it was mine.

I'd make a bit more effort
with the decorations.

Landlord, has a Mr Tom
Jones passed this way?

Miss Western, I presume?

It's ruddy obvious what happened.
He boasted about you. In a pub.

I'm sure he didn't mean to.

He scarpered without
paying. He has no money.

Look, you're throwing yourself
away on a quarrelsome b*stard,

who would take advantage
of a hole in the carpet!

You don't know him as I do.

He's kind. He's good.
He'd help anyone.

WOMAN: Ah, no! MAN: Come on.

Right, that's it!

Leave the lady alone. Enough!

SHE SCREAMS

Oh, my.

I thought I'd k*lled
you, fancy boy.

Bad luck.

Are you hurt? Ah, no.
Thank you for rescuing me.

I'm not used to handsome heroes.

Lucky.

Let me take you home, madam, so
that you can find some clothes.

Oh, sir, I'm very far from home.

I was making for Upton when
that stranger attacked me.

I'm sure I can get
some clothes there.

If you are not too ashamed to
accompany me in this state.

Wear my coat. Sorry
about the stains.

They're from last night,
when I first met...

Mr Fitzpatrick.

I thought you said
he was a stranger.

It's a long story.

I think it quite suits me.
I might not give it back.

I'll walk in front.

Ah. There's a girl,
course there is.

Well, there was.

But she is being married
this very morning.

Let me guess. She
was too good for you.

Oh... Exactly so.

Ah, but she had all your heart?

She did! What about
the rest of you?

SHE LAUGHS

BUSY MARKET CHATTER

In case they're a
bit funny, miss...

My money is as good as anyone's.

All the same, you just
let me handle this.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Er, who's in charge here?

Mrs Flowers.

Hey, manners! Susan.
That's quality, that is!

Look at the gown,
not at the face.

My lady. You have happily arrived
at the only place in Upton town

fit to receive such as you.

A room for the night,
woman, and smartish.

My lady has no interest in
idle chat with such as you.

Linen... cleanish...

in the Hanover Room?

Clean enough for
the likes of her.

Hey.

This way. Madam.

Your best room for the
lady. I'm sorry, sir,

two persons just this
minute got shown up there.

Second-best room, then.

SHE GASPS Oh, no, no!

No, we don't have your sort
drinking in here. Out! Out! Out!

This is a respectable house!

And this is a respectable lady,

who has just suffered
a criminal as*ault.

For the love of God. Madam,
you must allow her to wash.

Well, er... Well,
make it quick, then.

For I see no lady, nor
no gentleman neither.

But, Madam, do you not
recognise the adopted son

of Squire John Allworthy
of Paradise Hall?

Mr Tom Jones is a
natural born gentleman,

and I shall stand him
a room for the night.

SHE SIGHS CONTENTEDLY

Oh!

The personage has asked
for her supper in her room.

Send champagne, says she.
Send cider, not our best.

Where will you take,
er, supper, sir?

The personage requests the
pleasure of the gentleman's company

at her table.

Don't mind if I do! Hey,
not you! The gentleman!

I've never known a man's
luck to change so fast.

HE KNOCKS Come in!

Oh, sorry, I'll wait
outside. No need.

Temporary respectability
is restored!

Please. Eat.

You're very generous,
and I am very hungry.

Where are you and your handsome
master travelling to, then?

Excuse me! I am no manservant!

I may look poor and simple now, but
I've taught at the grammar school.

Sed hei mihi, non sum quod fui.

Woe is me, I am not what I was.

Friends, then, you and
him? Friends! Veritas est.

If he's more rich as
well as more handsome,

why are you paying for him?
If I keep in his good books,

maybe he'll get me my life back.

A long day's walking.
A long day's looking.

The walking's over, at least.

Ooh!

Mrs Waters, are you
trying to seduce me?

I didn't have to try
very hard, did I?

THUMPING, LAUGHTER

What is that
noise? Oh, my Lady.

Don't worry your
pretty ears about it.

Stop that racket!

MOANING

WHIMPERING

SHE MOANS

WHIMPERING CONTINUES

HONOUR SIGHS

Honour, now somebody's crying.
Someone is in distress.

CREAKING, MOANING

Shall we just go home, miss?

Where I must submit myself to
whatever it is they're doing

with Mr Blifil? I'd rather die.

MOANING CONTINUES

Mr Waters was a good sort.

And a kind husband,
when not in drink.

But seven years!

Seven years of someone telling
you they love you every day.

Surely every woman
wants to be loved?

Alas, I'm the kind of woman
who wants to be The One.

The one who can
tame the bad boy.

Next you'll be telling
me you're not a bad boy.

HE CHUCKLES I'm an angel!

SHE LAUGHS

You'll forget her.

No.

You've forgotten her already.

Love conquers all. SHE LAUGHS

KNOCKING

CLATTER, GRUNTING

It's the Squire! God help us!
He'll sack me now, for sure!

Hey! People are trying to sleep!

Grandfather, don't punish
her, it was all my id...

Oh, yes.

Pretty, very pretty.

Sorry, darlings,
tonight's not your night.

Thank you.

Wake up. Wake up!

You think you can hide from me?

Where is he?

Where is Tom Jones?

Come on.

Don't tell me there's nobody
here, there's always somebody.

My sweet, you can see I am all
alone and waiting only for you.

Oh, aaw.

I'm sorry I'm such a beast.

You drive me mad, but
you know that I...

I love you really.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Out,
out, the lot of you!

Th-Th-This is Colonel Fitzpatrick
of the Ninth, an English hero,

who, not 20 years ago,
threw back the Scots

beyond the border, and the
French to kingdom come.

God save the King!

Yes. And, erm...

I am the Colonel's lady. Oh...

Well, Lud...

SHE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY

Madam... M'Ludy...

My La.. My Lady..

Yes.

SHE GIGGLES

Promoted to Colonel, and
you are promoted to wife.

In your dreams.

Ooh, come to bed,
Fitz. All's forgiven.

Oh. SHE GIGGLES

Hup! Yargh!

Oh, Fitzie. Oh, yes.

Oh, dear. Oh, poor Fitzie.

Darling.

Oh...

SHE SIGHS

Oh, yes. Oh.

FITZPATRICK MOANING, GRUNTING

BED CREAKING

GRUNTING INTENSIFIES

SHE SIGHS

Breakfast, and quick about it.

Kitchen's closed.

Well, bread and cheese'll do.

Kitchen's locked.

Well, what's he
eating? Oh, please.

As long as I keep just a bit
back for my friend, just in case.

He's a gentleman,
but he's got no airs.

You're very kind, sir.

Yes, Tom Jones is a
gentleman to his boots.

Tom Jones!

Huh. He's no better
than he should be!

I saw him clear as day creeping
out of the room next to yours,

wearing only the
clothes God gave him.

Excuse me.

Miss Western, wait!

Miss Western.

Miss Western... We'll
leave the horses.

The landlady can send them
back to my grandfather.

We'll get the coach to
London to see Aunt Harriet.

And we will never
speak of this again.

Oh. Oh.

Cheer up, might never happen!

I didn't know it was
her. How could I?

You never told me
she's... dusky.

But she didn't marry
Blifil. She came after me.

And look how you repaid her.

Next door making merry with
that woman. Very loudly.

Sophia. Well, I
gave up on her, I...

But she didn't give up on
me. She didn't give up on me.

Ooh! Look! Money!

She's got an Aunt Harriet in
London. Oh, the brave soul.

But she stood up to them all.

Aunt Harriet.

There's no point following her.

She didn't marry Blifil.
She came after me.

She'll not want to
see you now, will she?

No, I can make it up to her. I
can win her back. I know I can.

I thought she was married.

If you think we're spending
a single penny of Sophia's...

Number one, she doesn't need
that money as much as we do.

Not the point! Look, I mean to find
her and give it all back to her.

Number two... Hands off!

..I'm not sleeping
in any stable yards!

And another thing, you're
never going to give it back

cos you're never
going to find her.

Watch me.

SOPHIA: Yes, Honour,
I lost my pocketbook.

And the note of my Aunt's address.
I didn't do it on purpose.

I didn't arrive in London with
nowhere to stay on purpose.

No!

This can't be right.

She's my aunt. Of course
I remember her address.

Watch your step there,
ladies. That's it, yep.

THEY GASP

I'm only saying... This
really doesn't look like

the sort of place you'd
expect to find an aunt.

24 Marylebone Place.
24 Marylebone Place.

24 Marylebone Place.

Go and ask in there.

No! There'll be... men!

Awful men.

SHE SIGHS

You look lost, sister.

'My maid came out of that pub with
oddly bright eyes and some advice.

'We must look for Aunt in
respectable Marylebone Lane

'not wicked Marylebone Place.'

So, dear Aunt Harriet, we
walked all through the city

to the ruination of my only decent
dress as well as my peace of mind.

Your grandfather is a very
great villain, to be sure.

Oh, Aunt Harriet,
he really is not.

It's just on this
one question...

The one question of a woman's
freedom and happiness.

He can't understand that I only
want to marry for love, as you did.

MAN: Harriet!

Is that your husband come
home? I so long to meet him.

You can stay here tonight,

but after that I think
it's best if you...

Harriet!

I will send word to your
aunt, Lady Bellaston.

You can stay with her. My
life is not as you imagine it.

Sophia... don't be like me.

Don't think love is enough!

My niece, Miss Western.

Oh, yes. Er, we're
already acquainted.

Pretty. Very pretty.

Now, don't be nervous. Your Aunt
Bellaston is a lady of fashion.

And utterly charming.

It's been lovely! If only
you could have stayed longer!

If only!

So now where are we
going? I have other aunts.

More respectable.

Hm. More grander, too, if she's the
one who sent this carriage for us!

Grander, or more grand,
Honour, just choose one.

Oh, never mind.

Walk on.

Sorry.

'If I'd known Tom was
already in London,

'if I'd known he was
looking for me...

'would I have fallen
into his arms?

'No. Actually, I would not.

'I meant to flee from trouble.
Not run straight into it.

'But we are in London now,

'and soon to learn that
nobody can be trusted.

'Not even aunts.'

'In London, where a woman
can lose her freedom...

'..and a man can lose his soul.'

Three days running,
he's come to my door.

Today, he left a note!

SHE SIGHS

"I shall come again every day at
the same hour, until I find her."

Well, he's wasting his time.

I plan to surround our niece
with a tonier class of person.

Show her some better options
than that beggarly b*stard.

Mr Jones is awfully handsome.
For a beggarly b*stard.

Really?

HE KNOCKS

Alas, she has left me, Mr Jones.

And gone to another aunt.

A very grand lady indeed.

May I know that
lady's address, madam?

Or at least her name?

I am very sure Miss Western
will be sorry that she does not

already know I am in
London. KNOCK AT DOOR

If you can help me, madam, I
will be forever in your debt.

Charming.

Sadly, I must respect
her confidence.

But now, Mr Jones,
I have a visitor.

My dear cousin. My
dear Lady Bellaston.

Hmm.