Five years in the Army, and considerable experience of the world...
...had dispelled any romantic notions regarding love...
...with which Barry commenced life.
And he had it in mind, as many gentlemen had done before him...
...to marry a woman of fortune and condition.
And, as such things so often happen...
...these thoughts coincided with his setting sight upon a lady...
...who will play a considerable part in the drama of his life.
The Countess of Lyndon...
...Viscountess Bullingdon of England...
...Baroness Castle Lyndon oflreland.
A woman of vast wealth and great beauty.
She was the wife of Sir Charles Lyndon...
...Knight of the Bath...
...Minister to George IIl at several of the Courts of Europe.
A cripple, wheeled about in a chair...
...worn out by gout and a myriad of diseases.
Her Ladyship's Chaplain, Mr. Runt...
...acted as tutor to her son, the little Viscount Bullingdon...
...a melancholy little boy, much attached to his mother.
I'm going outside for a breath of air.
Yes, My Lady.
To make a long story short...
...six hours after they met... Her Ladyship was in love.
And once Barry got into her company...
...he found innumerable occasions to improve his intimacy...
...and was scarcely out of Her Ladyship's sight.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Sir Charles.
Good evening, Mr. Barry.
Have you done with my Lady?
Pardon?
Come, sir. I'm a man who would rather be known as a cuckold than a fool.
I think, Sir Charles, that you've had too much to drink.
What?
As it happens, your Chaplain, Mr. Runt, introduced me to your Lady...
...to advise me on a religious matter, of which she is an expert.
He wants...to step into my shoes.
He wants to step into my shoes.
Is it not a pleasure for me, as I am drawing near the goal...
...to find my home such a happy one...
...my wife so fond of me, that she is even now thinking of appointing a successor?
Isn't it a comfort to see her like a prudent housewife...
...getting everything ready for my departure?
I hope you're not thinking of leaving us, Sir Charles?
Not so soon as you may fancy, perhaps.
I've been given over many times these four years.
And there was always a candidate or two...
...waiting to apply for the situation.
I'm sorry for you, Mr. Barry.
It grieves me to keep you or any gentleman waiting.
Had you not better arrange with my doctor...
...or have the cook flavour my omelette with arsenic, eh?
What are the odds, gentlemen, that I live to see Mr. Barry hang yet?
Sir, let those laugh that win.
Gentlemen.
I'll get a surgeon.
Have some brandy, Sir Charles.
From a report in The Saint James' Chronicle:
"Died at Spa in Belgium...
"...Sir Charles Reginald Lyndon...
"...Knight of the Bath, Member of Parliament...
"...and for many years...
"...His Majesty's Representative at various European Courts.
"He has left behind him a name which is endeared to all his friends. "
"Dearly beloved...
"...we are gathered together here in the sight of God...
"...and in the face of this congregation...
"...to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony."
A year later, on the fifteenth ofJune...
...in the year 1773...
...Redmond Barry had the honour to lead to the altar the Countess of Lyndon.
The ceremony was performed by the Reverend Runt, Her Ladyship's Chaplain.
"And therefore is not in any way to be enterprised...
"...nor taken in hand unadvisedly...
"...lightly or wantonly...
"...to satisfy men's carnal lusts and appetites...
"...like brute beasts that have no understanding.
"But reverently...
"...discreetly...
"...advisedly...
"...soberly...
"...and in the fear of God.
"Duly considering the causes for which matrimony was ordained.
"First...
"...it was ordained for the procreation of children to be brought up...
"...in the fear and nurture of the Lord, and to the praise of His holy name.
"Secondly...
"...it was ordained for a remedy against sin, and to avoid fornication."
Barry had now arrived at the pitch ofprosperity...
...and by his own energy had raised himself to a higher sphere ofsociety...
...having procured His Majesty's gracious permission to add the name...
...of his lovely Lady to his own.
Thenceforth, Redmond Barry assumed the style...
...and title of Barry Lyndon.
Redmond, would you mind not smoking for a while?
Lady Lyndon was soon destined to occupy a place in Barry's life...
...not very much more important than the elegant carpets and pictures...
...which would form the pleasant background of his existence.
My Lord Bullingdon, you seem particularly glum today?
You should be happy that your mother has remarried.
Not in this way.
And not in such haste.
And certainly not to this man.
I think you judge your mother too harshly.
Do you not like your new father?
Not very much.
He seems to me little more than a common opportunist.
I don't think he loves my mother at all.
And it hurts me to see her make such a fool of herself.
At the end of a year Her Ladyship presented Barry with a son.
Bryan Patrick Lyndon, they called him.
Her Ladyship and Barry lived, after a while, pretty separate.
She preferred quiet, or to say the truth, he preferred it for her...
...being a great friend to a modest and tranquil behaviour in woman.
Besides, she was a mother, and would have great comfort...
...in the dressing, educating and dandling of their little Bryan.
For whose sake it was fit, Barry believed...
...that she should give up the pleasures and frivolities of the world...
...leaving that part of the duty of every family of distinction...
...to be performed by him.
Lady Lyndon tended to a melancholy and maudlin temper...
...and, left alone by her husband, was rarely happy or in good humour.
Now she must addjealousy to her other complaints...
...and find rivals even among her maids.
Samuel, what would the time be?
Twenty-five minutes past eleven, My Lady.
Shall we make this the last game, ladies?
Good morning, ladies.
Would you mind excusing us? I'd like a word alone with Lady Lyndon.
I'm sorry.
This coat is made of the finest velvet...
...all cunningly worked with silver thread.
No finer velvet has ever been woven, and you will see none better anywhere.
Pardon me, gentlemen.
Good morning, dearest.
We're taking the children for a ride to the village. We'll be back for tea.
Have a nice time. I'll see you then.
Goodbye, little Bryan.
Lord Bullingdon.
Take good care of your mother.
Come now, give your father a proper kiss.
Lord Bullingdon...
...is that the way to behave to your father?
Lord Bullingdon, have you lost your tongue?
My father was Sir Charles Lyndon. I have not forgotten him, if others have.
Lord Bullingdon, you have insulted your father!
Madam, you have insulted my father.
Dearest, would you excuse us? We have something to discuss in private.
Gentlemen.
One.
Two.
Six.
Lord Bullingdon...
...I have always been willing to live with you on friendly terms.
But be clear about one thing:
As men serve me, I serve them.
I never laid a cane on the back of a Lord before...
...but, if you force me to, I shall speedily become used to the practice.
Do you have anything to say for yourself?
No.
You may go.
Barry believed, and not without some reason, that it had been...
...a declaration of war against him by Bullingdon from the start...
...and that the evil consequences that ensued...
...were entirely of Bullingdon's creating.
I shall make you into a real magician now, Bryan.
I shall show you the knot that never was.
As Bullingdon grew up to be a man...
...his hatred for Barry assumed an intensity...
...equalled only by his increased devotion to his mother.
Very good, Bryan. A little bow.
Put it on the table for me. Thank you.
For Bryan's eighth birthday the local nobility, gentry and their children...
...came to pay their respects.
The inside and outside are quite empty.
Wave your hand over the top. Is there anything there?
Wonderful! Wonderful, colourful silk handkerchiefs!
Take a bow, Bryan, you did that beautifully.
Very good.
Let's see if you have something behind your ear.
Yes, you have.
A little ball. Let's make it vanish.
It's gone.
Here it is, behind my elbow.
Wave your hand over my green silk handkerchief...
...and see if we can produce a magic flower. I wonder if we can?
Here it comes.
The colours of the rainbow.
You know all the colours of the rainbow produce but one colour, Bryan.
Nothing in my magic cabinet.
They produce the colour...white.
And there is my own...
...beautiful white rabbit.
Bryan, you have done very well. A little bow.
We crept up on their fort, and I jumped over the wall first.
My fellows jumped after me.
You should have seen the Frenchmen's faces when 23 rampaging he-devils...
...sword and pistol, cut and thrust, came tumbling into their fort.
In three minutes we left as many Artillery men's heads...
...as there were cannon balls.
Later we were visited by our noble Prince Henry.
"Who is the man who has done this?" I stepped forward.
"How many heads was it that you cut off? " He says.
"Nineteen," says I, "besides wounding several."
Well, I'll be blessed, if he didn't burst into tears.
"Noble, noble fellow," he said.
"Here is nineteen golden guineas, one for each head that you cut off."
What do you think of that?
Were you allowed to keep the heads?
No, they always become the property of the King.
Will you tell me another story?
I'll tell you one tomorrow.
Will you play cards with me tomorrow?
Of course I will. Now go to sleep.
Will you keep the candles lit?
Bryan, big boys don't sleep with the candles lit.
I'm afraid of the dark.
My darling, there's nothing to be afraid of.
But, I like it with the candles lit.
All right, you can sleep with the candles lit.
Thank you, Papa.
Good night.
Ah, Redmond!
It's a blessing to see my darling boy has attained a position I knew was his due.
And for which I pinched myself to educate him.
Little Bryan is a darling boy...
...and you live in great splendour.
Your lady wife knows she has a treasure...
...she couldn't have had, had she married a Duke.
But, if she should tire of my wild Redmond...
...and his old-fashioned lrish ways...
...or if she should die...
...what future would there be for my son, and my grandson?
You have not a penny of your own...
...and cannot transact any business without her signature.
Upon her death the entire estate would go to young Bullingdon...
...who bears you little affection.
You could be penniless tomorrow...
...and darling Bryan at the mercy of his stepbrother.
Shall I tell you something?
There is only one way for you and your son to have real security.
You must obtain a title.
I shall not rest until I see you Lord Lyndon.
You have important friends.
They can tell you how these things are done.
For money, well-timed and properly applied...
...can accomplish anything.
And Barry was acquainted with someone who knew how these things were done.
This was the distinguished Barrister and former Government Minister...
...Lord Hallam...
...whose acquaintance he had made, like so many others, at the gaming table.
Do you happen to know the Thirteenth Earl of Wendover?
I don't believe I do.
Well, this nobleman is one of the Gentlemen of His Majesty's Closet...
...with whom our revered Monarch is on terms of considerable intimacy.
In my opinion, you would be wise to fix upon him...
...your chief reliance for the advancement of your claim to the peerage.
When I take up a person, Mr. Lyndon, he, or she, is safe.
There is no question about them anymore.
My friends are the best people. I don't mean they're the most virtuous...
...or, indeed, the least virtuous, or the cleverest...
...or the stupidest, richest or best born.
But, the best.
In a word, people about whom there is no question.
I cannot promise how long it will take.
You can appreciate it is not an easy matter.
But, any gentleman with an estate, and 30,000 a year...
...should have a peerage.
And there standing behind me was a total stranger.
I looked at him, and he said to me:
"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me, is Lord Wendover alive or dead?"
I was so astonished, I couldn't think of what to say.
Then I became angry, and said to him, "He's dead."
The striving after this peerage was one of Barry's most unlucky dealings.
He made great sacrifices to bring it about.
He lavished money here, and diamonds there.
He bought lands at ten times their value...
...purchased pictures and articles of virtue at ruinous prices.
He gave entertainments to those friends to his claim...
...all, being about the Royal person, were likely to advance it.
And, I can tell you, bribes were administered. And in high places, too.
So near the person of His Majesty that you would be astonished to know...
...what great noblemen condescended to receive his loans.
This is by Ludovico Cordi...
...a disciple of Alessandro Allori.
It's dated 1605...
...and shows, "The Adoration of The Magi."
It's beautiful.
Yes.
I love the use of the colour blue by the artist.
Yes, that is very beautiful.
What is the price of this one?
Well, this is one of my best pictures.
But, if you really like it, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.
Lord Wendover, Your Majesty.
I'm glad to see you here today, Lord Wendover.
What news of Lady Wendover?
Thank you, Your Majesty. Lady Wendover is much better.
Good! Present my compliments to her. Say we miss her company here.
And what of those excellent boys of yours?
They're well. Charles has gone to sea under Captain Geary on the Ramillies.
John has gone to Oxford to learn how to preach and pray.
Good, good!
Your Majesty, may I present Mr. Barry Lyndon.
Mr. Lyndon. We were very fond of Sir Charles Lyndon.
And how is Lady Lyndon?
She's very well, Your Majesty.
Mr. Lyndon raised a company of troops to fight in America against the rebels.
Good, Mr. Lyndon. Raise another company and go with them, too.
Barry was born clever enough at gaining a fortune...
...but incapable of keeping one.
For the qualities and energies which lead a man to achieve the first...
...are often the very cause of his ruin in the latter case.
Now he was burdened with the harassing cares and responsibilities...
...which are the dismal adjuncts ofgreat rank and property.
And his life now...
...seemed to consist mostly of drafts ofletters to lawyers and money-brokers...
...and endless correspondence...
...with decorators and cooks.
Gentlemen, I'm going to leave you for a few minutes. Carry on with your work.
Yes, sir.
Bully.
What does...
..."strenuous" mean?
Bryan, I'm trying to work.
But what does it mean?
It means "an effort requiring strength."
What does "quadrangle" mean?
A quadrangle is a four-sided figure like a square or a rectangle.
Now, please be quiet, and let me get on with my work.
Bryan, please be quiet!
Have you seen my pencil?
No, I haven't.
Bryan, please stop making so much noise.
That's my pencil.
No, it isn't.
It is. It's my pencil!
I've had this all morning.
It's my pencil!
Listen, will you be quiet!
It's my pencil!
I'll teach you a lesson.
What the devil's going on in here?
I told you never to lay a hand on this child.
One.
Two.
Six.
Will that be all, Mr. Redmond Barry?
Yes, that will be all.
Well then, look you now.
From this moment, I will submit to no further chastisement from you.
I will kill you, if you lay hands on me ever again.
Is that clear to you, sir?
Get out of here!
Don't you think he fits my shoes very well, Your Ladyship?
Dear child...
...what a pity it is I'm not dead, for your sake.
The Lyndons would then have a worthy representative...
...and enjoy all the benefits...
...of the illustrious blood of the Barrys of Barryville.
Would they not...
...Mr. Redmond Barry?
From the way I love this child...
...you ought to know how I would've loved his elder brother...
...had he proved worthy of any mother's affection.
Madam!
I have borne as long as mortal could endure...
...the ill-treatment of the insolent lrish upstart whom you've taken to your bed.
It is not only his lowly birth and the brutality of his manners which disgust me.
But the shameful nature of his conduct toward Your Ladyship...
...his brutal and ungentlemanlike behaviour...
...his open infidelity...
...his shameless robberies and swindling of my property, and yours.
And as I cannot personally chastise this low-bred ruffian, and cannot bear...
...to witness his treatment of you...
...and loathe his company as if it were the plague...
...I have decided to leave my home and never return.
At least, during his detested life...
...or during my own.
Will anyone be joining Your Lordship?
No, I shall be alone.
The roast beef's very good, My Lord.
Hello, Neville. How are you?
Ah, Barry. Hello.
I see you're alone. Why don't you join me?
Oh, thank you, Barry, you're very kind, but...
...I'm expecting someone to join me.
What a shame! Lady Lyndon and I have missed your company lately.
Please give my respects to Lady Lyndon...
...and say I've been very busy of late and not been able to go about much.
I shall.
The eighth of next month we're having some guests over for cards...
...we'd love to have you and Lady Wendover join us.
I'll check my diary, but I think I'm engaged on that evening.
I hope you're not engaged. We'd love to see you again.
I'll write and say if I'm free or not.
I look forward to hearing from you. It's nice to see you again.
If he had murdered Lord Bullingdon...
...Barry could scarcely have been received with more coldness and resentment...
...that now followed him in town and country.
His friends fell away from him.
A legend arose of his cruelty to his stepson.
Now all the bills came down on him together.
All the bills he had been contracting for the years of his marriage...
...and which the creditors sent in with a hasty unanimity.
Their amount was frightful.
Barry was now bound up in an inextricable toil ofbills and debts...
...of mortgages and insurances, and all the evils attendant upon them.
Lady Lyndon's income was hampered almost irretrievably...
...to satisfy these claims.
Do you think that's good?
Excellent.
Who's this?
It's a peacock on the wall.
What's it say?
I saw this bird yesterday.
Who's that?
Mama in her coach.
Is she going to London?
I don't know.
Barry had his faults...
...but no man could say of him that he was not a good and tender father.
He loved his son with a blind partiality.
He denied him nothing.
It is impossible to convey what high hopes he had for the boy...
...and how he indulged in a thousand fond anticipations...
...as to his future success and figure in the world.
But fate had determined that he should leave none of his race behind him...
...that he should finish his life...
...poor, lonely...
...and childless.
Papa.
Yes, Bryan?
Will you buy me a horse?
Buy you a horse?
Yes, Papa.
But you already have little Julia.
She's only a pony, I want a real horse.
Then I can ride with you on the hunt.
You think you're big enough for the hunt?
Oh, yes!
Jonathan Plunkett is only a year older than I am and he rides with his papa.
I'll have to think about it.
Please, say yes. There's nothing I want in the whole world more than a horse.
I'll think about it.
Oh, thank you, Papa. Thank you!
How much are you asking for him?
One hundred guineas.
He's a nice little horse, but I don't think he's worth that.
Seventy-five seems more like the right price.
I'll accept eighty guineas, and not a shilling less.
Five guineas should never keep two gentlemen from their drink. Eighty then.
Done, sir.
Take the horse to Doolan's farm. Tell him he needs a bit of breaking in.
Say it's for Master Bryan's birthday, and I want it to be a surprise.
And remember that yourself.
Papa.
What is it, lad?
Did you buy that horse?
What horse is that?
The horse you were going to buy me for my birthday.
I know nothing about any horse.
But one of the stable boys told Nelly you'd already bought it...
...and it was at Doolan's farm where Mick the groom was breaking it in.
Is that true?
When is your birthday?
Next Tuesday.
Well, you'll have to wait till then to find out.
Then, it's true! Oh, thank you, Papa.
Yes, Mama?
Promise me you won't ride that horse except with your father.
Yes, Mama, I promise.
And I promise you a good flogging...
...if you even go to Doolan's farm to see him before your birthday.
Yes, Papa.
You understand?
Yes, Papa.
You promise me?
Yes, Papa, I promise.
All right, eat your food.
I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Lyndon...
...but I believe Master Bryan has disobeyed you...
...and stolen away to Doolan's farm.
On going to his room this morning, I found his bed empty.
One of the cooks saw him cross the yard at daybreak.
Didn't you see him go?
He must have passed through my room while I was asleep.
Oh, my God! What has happened here?
I noticed the lad riding across the field, sir...
...and having trouble with the horse, which was playing up.
Suddenly the animal plunged and reared, and the poor lad was thrown.
Oh, Bryan, why did you disobey me?
I'm sorry, Papa.
You won't whip me, will you?
No, my darling.
I won't whip you.
Take my horse and ride like the Devil for Doctor Broughton.
Tell him whatever he's doing he must come at once. Understand?
The doctors were called.
But what does a doctor avail in a contest with the grim, invincible enemy?
Such as came could only confirm the hopelessness of the poor child's case.
He remained with his parents for two days.
And a sad comfort it was to know that he was in no pain.
Papa.
Am I going to die?
No, my darling, you're not going to die. You're going to get better.
But I can't feel anything, except in my hands.
Does that mean I'm already dead in part of my body?
No, my darling, that's where you were hurt by the horse.
But you're going to be all right.
Papa, if I die, will I go to heaven?
Of course you will, my darling...
...but you're not going to die.
Mama, give me your hand.
Papa, give me your hand.
Will you both promise me something?
Yes.
Promise me never to quarrel so.
But to love each other.
So that we may meet again, in heaven...
...where Bullingdon said quarrelsome people will never go.
We promise.
Will you tell me the story about the fort?
Of course.
We crept up on the fort.
I jumped over the wall first, and my fellows jumped after me.
And you should have seen the look...
...on the Frenchmen's faces when 23 he-devils, sword and pistol...
...cut and thrust, came tumbling into the fort.
In three minutes...
...we left....
"'l am the resurrection and the life,' saith the Lord.
"'He that believeth in me, though he were dead...
"'...yet shall he live.
"'And whosoever liveth and believeth in me...
"'...shall never die.'
"l know that my Redeemer liveth...
"...and that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth.
"And though after my skin worms destroy this body...
"...yet in my flesh shall I see God.
"Whom I shall see for myself and mine eyes shall behold...
"...and not another.
"We brought nothing into this world...
"...and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away.
"Blessed is the name of the Lord."
Barry's grief was inconsolable.
Such solace as he could find, came only from drink.
His mother was the only person who would remain faithful to him in his misfortune.
And many a night, when he was unconscious of her attention...
...saw him carried off to bed.
"O blessed Lord...
"...the Father of mercies and God of all comforts.
"We beseech Thee, look down in pity and compassion upon this...
"...Thy afflicted servant.
"Thou writest bitter things against her...
"...and makest her to possess her former iniquities."
Her Ladyship, always vapourish and nervous...
...plunged into devotion...
...with so much fervour, that you would have imagined her distracted at times.
In the doleful conditions which now prevailed at Castle Hackton...
...management of the household, and of the Lyndon estate...
...fell to Mrs. Barry, whose spirit of order...
...attended to all the details of a great establishment.
You wish to see me, madam?
Yes, Reverend. Please sit down.
I have some matters I would like to discuss later, Graham...
...but just now would you go to Her Ladyship...
...and have her sign these papers.
Yes, madam.
Reverend Runt...
...I need not tell you that the recent tragedy to this family...
...has made the services of a tutor no longer required here.
And as we are in considerable difficulty about money...
...I'm afraid I must ask you, with the greatest reluctance...
...to resign your post.
Madam, I'm sensible to your predicament...
...and you need have no concern about my wages, I can willingly forego them...
...but it is out of the question for me to leave Her Ladyship in her present state.
I'm sorry to say this to you...
...but I believe you are largely responsible for her present state of mind.
The sooner you leave, the better she will be.
Madam, with the greatest respect...
...I take my instructions only from Her Ladyship.
Reverend Runt...
...Her Ladyship is in no fit mind to give instructions to anyone.
My son has charged me with managing the affairs at Castle Hackton...
...until he recovers from his grief and resumes his interest in worldly matters.
While I'm in charge...
...you'll take your instructions from me.
My only concern is for Lady Lyndon.
Madam...
...your only concern is for Her Ladyship's signature.
You and your son have almost succeeded in destroying a fine family fortune.
And what little remains for you...
...depends on keeping Her Ladyship prisoner in her own home.
Reverend Runt...
...this matter bears no further discussion.
You will pack your bags and leave by tomorrow.
God, help. Help!
In the midst of these great perplexities...
...Her Ladyship made an attempt to kill herselfby taking poison.
Though she only made herself dangerously ill...
...due to the very small amount which she swallowed...
...this, nevertheless, caused an intervention from a certain quarter...
...which was long overdue.
Oh, my God!
If my mother had died...
...it would've been as much my responsibility...
...as if I had poured the strychnine for her myself.
For to the everlasting disgrace of my family name...
...I have, by my cowardice, and by my weakness...
...allowed the Barrys to establish a brutal...
...and ignorant tyranny over our lives...
...which has left my mother a broken woman...
...and to squander and ruin a fine family fortune.
My friends profess sympathy, but behind my back...
...I know I am despised.
And quite justifiably so.
However...
...I know now what I must do.
And what I shall do.
Whatever be the cost.
Good morning, My Lord.
Good morning.
Is Mr. Barry Lyndon here?
Yes, My Lord, he's inside.
Mr. Redmond Barry.
The last occasion on which we met...
...you wantonly caused me injury and dishonour.
In such a manner, and to such an extent no gentleman can willingly suffer...
...without demanding satisfaction...
...however much time intervenes.
I have now come to claim that satisfaction.
Mr. Lyndon...
...these are a matched pair of pistols, and as you have seen...
...your second has loaded one, and I have loaded the other.
As they belong to Lord Bullingdon, you may have whichever one you wish.
Lord Bullingdon.
Now, gentlemen, to determine who will have first fire...
...I will toss a coin in the air.
As the offended party, it is Lord Bullingdon's choice to call the toss.
Is that agreeable to both of you?
Yes.
If Lord Bullingdon calls correctly he will have the first fire.
If incorrectly, Mr. Lyndon will have the first fire.
Is that clearly understood?
What is your call, Lord Bullingdon?
Heads.
It is heads.
Lord Bullingdon will have the first fire.
Lord Bullingdon...
...will you take your ground?
One...two...three...
...four...five...six...
...seven...eight...nine...ten.
Mr. Lyndon, will you take your ground?
Mr. Lyndon, are you ready to receive Lord Bullingdon's fire?
Yes.
Lord Bullingdon...
...cock your pistol...
...and prepare to fire.
Sir Richard, this pistol must be faulty.
I must have another one.
I'm sorry, Lord Bullingdon, but you must first stand your ground...
...and allow Mr. Lyndon his turn to fire.
That is correct, Lord Bullingdon.
Your pistol has fired, and that counts as your shot.
Mr. Lyndon, are the rules of firing clear to you?
Yes.
Lord Bullingdon...
...are you ready to receive Mr. Lyndon's fire?
Yes.
Very well, then.
Mr. Lyndon...
...cock your pistol...
...and prepare to fire.
Are you ready, Lord Bullingdon?
Is your pistol cocked, Mr. Lyndon?
Yes.
Then prepare to fire.
One...
...two....
Lord Bullingdon, in view of Mr. Lyndon having fired into the ground...
...do you now consider that you have received satisfaction?
I have not received satisfaction.
Mr. Lyndon, are you ready?
Yes.
Lord Bullingdon...
...cock your pistol and get ready to fire.
One...
...two....
Barry was carried to an inn nearby and a surgeon was called.
I'm nearly finished.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Lyndon.
I'm afraid you'll have to lose the leg...
...most likely below the knee.
Lose the leg?
What for?
The simple answer is to save your life.
The ball has shattered the bone below the knee and severed the artery.
Unless I amputate, there's no way that I can repair the artery...
...and stop the hemorrhage.
Graham.
Yes, My Lord?
When we arrive at Castle Hackton, inform Mrs. Barry of what has happened.
Don't go into any unnecessary detail.
Just tell her where he is and that he has been wounded in the leg.
She will want to go to him.
See that she is out of the house and on her way to London as soon as possible.
And in no event...
...is she to be allowed to see my mother...
...or create any disturbance at the house before she leaves.
Yes, My Lord.
Mrs. Barry, how do you do?
How nice to see you, Graham. Come in.
Thank you.
You...received my note?
Yes, we were expecting you.
Oh, good, I didn't want to call unannounced.
Mr. Lyndon, how are you feeling?
I'm feeling much better, thank you, Graham.
Won't you sit down?
Thank you, Mrs. Barry.
Would you like some tea?
Oh, no! No, thank you, Mrs. Barry. Not just now.
How's the world treating you, Graham?
Oh, not too bad.
Are you comfortable here?
Most comfortable.
Good, good!
Shall we get down to the matter at hand?
By all means.
Mr. Lyndon...
...Lord Bullingdon has instructed me...
...to offer you an annuity...
...of 500 guineas a year for life.
Specifically on the condition of your...
...leaving England...
...and to be stopped...
...the instant of your return.
Lord Bullingdon has also asked me to point out to you...
...that should you decide to remain here...
...your stay would infallibly plunge you...
...into jail.
As in view of the present circumstances there will soon be...
...innumerable writs taken out against you for...
...debts long-outstanding...
...and your credit is so blown that...
...you could not hope...
...to raise a shilling.
Utterly baffled and beaten...
...what was the lonely and broken-hearted man to do?
He took the annuity and returned to lreland with his mother...
...to complete his recovery.
Sometime later he travelled abroad.
His life there, we have not the means of following accurately.
He appears to have resumed his former profession of a gambler...
...without his former success.
He never saw Lady Lyndon again.