Here you are.
My uncle has advised me to go to bed.
I'm sure you've never been up so late in your life.
I am worn out with civility.
Talking all evening with nothing to say.
Look, Edmund.
How lovely it is.
Yes.
And how lovely you are tonight, Fanny.
You've always disliked praise, the way other women dislike neglect,
but tonight I think you don't mind being told you've grown up into a pretty woman.
It must be Henry's doing. Don't think I didn't notice how much you enjoyed dancing with him.
Yes. I've been obliged to enjoy myself quite shockingly.
There's Arcturus, looking very bright.
It's been a great while since we did any stargazing.
I don't know how it's happened but... yes, it is a very great while.
I will be back soon.
(Door opens) - At last, a letter from Mrs. Rushworth.
- From Maria. Our darling Maria. - Oh.
My dear?
My dearest Mama. Last night, I gave my first party.
It was a sensation.
I cannot tell you, Mama, how very tippy it is to be queen of the fashionable world.
I have everything my heart desires and my comfort as a wife is complete.
Mr. Rushworth is presently in Bath visiting his mother.
And he sh...
Here is something I can't quite read.
Mr. Rushworth is in Bath? Maria is alone in London. Edmund is ordained.
Tom's absence, I'm resigned to, but I wish they would not all leave us.
I'm glad we took Fanny in as we did.
Now the others are away, we feel the good of it
and it is such a comfort to know we shall always have her.
(Knock at door)
Excuse me, miss, but Sir Thomas would like to see you.
Surely Sir Thomas has asked to see me, not Fanny?
No, madam. Sir Thomas asked for Miss Price.
He is made. I have the infinite satisfaction of congratulating you on your brother's promotion.
Your brother is a lieutenant.
Here are the letters that confirm it. Would you like to see them?
Yes.
And has all this been your doing?
Good heavens. Was it at your request?
I am astonished.
Well, I went to London, so as to introduce your brother to my stepfather.
Yes, that was very kind of you.
I wanted the Admiral to exert whatever influence he might have for getting him on.
That was my purpose. My chief purpose.
Although I confess...
- Miss Price. - You are so generous.
We are infinitely obliged to you, Mr. Crawford.
- I must go to my aunt immediately. - Please.
Please.
You must allow me to say what I feel, Miss Price.
Feelings that... you cannot have been completely unaware of.
I beg you, Mr. Crawford. Pray don't...
At first, I saw only your sweetness. Your grace.
- Your beauty. - No, this talk, it...
- Really, I cannot bear it. - Because you think I'm only playing?
I love you with all my heart.
I shall never, never cease loving you.
I give you myself.
My hand. My fortune.
Are we not made for one another? Tell me.
You must tell me you feel something for me in return.
No. No.
I can't believe a word you say.
I've seen you do all this before.
Am I to understand that you mean to refuse Mr. Crawford?
Yes, sir.
What is your reason?
I cannot like him well enough to marry him.
Here is a man with everything to recommend him.
I'm half inclined to think, Fanny, that you do not know your own feelings.
No, but I do, sir.
As soon as I was aware of them, I disliked Mr. Crawford's attentions.
Did you indeed?
You're so young, you've scarcely met anyone.
It's surely not possible that your affections are already...?
No. No, you think only of yourself.
The advantage to your family - to William - holds no weight with you.
I am very disappointed in you.
You show yourself very, very different from what I had imagined.
You are by no means free of that...
that self-regard which, in a young woman, is disagreeable beyond all else.
Must I remind you that the luxury to pick and choose is beyond your means?
You may live another 18 years in the world
before being addressed by a man of half Mr. Crawford's estate and character.
I do not claim that you owe me the duty of a daughter,
- but if your heart can acquit you of ingratitude... - I'm very sorry to make you angry, sir.
But I know I could never make him happy.
And I'd be miserable myself.
Now child...
...dry up your tears.
As you know, Mr. Crawford is soon to leave Mansfield.
He has but a short time to convince you that you might not be so very miserable after all.
(Sniffs)
(Sobs)
The moon shines bright in such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees.
And they did make no noise, in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Trojan walls
And sighed his soul towards the Grecian tents...
...where Cressid lay that night.
LAD Y BERTRAM: Oh, so very well read, really.
It was like being at a play, was it not, Sir Thomas?
Indeed, the play must be a favorite of yours.
Well, after tonight, sir, it will be.
But to tell the truth, I like an audience.
(Chuckles)
Did you speak?
No.
I don't think you've told Miss Price anything she does not know, Henry.
SIR THOMAS: Miss Crawford, will you join us for cards?
MARY: Why don't I deal? SIR THOMAS: Yes, you deal.
I've often resolved to make good my neglect of Shakespeare.
But it would take regular study and I am not constant in my habits.
- What did that shake of the head mean? - Nothing.
You shook your head when I said I am not constant.
Perhaps I thought it a pity you don't always know yourself as well as you did in that moment.
- You have spoken. - Hardly to please you.
But it does please me.
If I don't understand your opinion of me, then how can I improve on it?
You know I'm going back to London.
And you expect by the end of the week I shall have forgotten you.
Believe me, you're quite wrong.
You are cold.
MRS. NORRIS: I intend to be quiet.
SIR THOMAS: Four for you.
- Fanny. SIR THOMAS: There. My game.
Oh, very well read.
MARY: Well done.
My dear Miss Price.
Now the moment has come, I hate to leave Mansfield.
Good, gentle Fanny.
I don't know how it is,
but you have so much more heart than one usually finds in the world at large.
And, I confess, I would like to have seen Edmund once more.
Ordained or no.
There were things I said to Edmund that I wish unsaid with all my heart.
- Would you tell him so, Fanny, from me? - Me?
No, you must not leave me with such an errand, Miss Crawford.
Well, at least you will give him my compliments, I hope.
Is there not a word missing in our language, Miss Price?
Something between compliments and love?
SIR THOMAS: Edmund, how was the ordination?
EDMUND: It was all absolutely splendid. Thank you.
EDMUND: Baddeley told me you had something of great import to discuss.
I have an unusual request to make to you.
The Reverend Bertram.
How well it sounds.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
You stayed away so long, I thought you were never coming back.
Did Sir Thomas send for you?
No. The reason I stayed away so long was to avoid Mary...
...only to run into the Crawfords just as they were quitting the village.
You know, if I hadn't, I might never have seen Mary again.
I'd quite decided to forget her during the whole torturous business.
But seeing her just now... Her manner to me was so very sweet.
Her... words so simple. Her looks...
I cannot give her up.
She's the only woman in the world whom I can ever think of as my wife.
She's invited me to visit her in London.
And I must waste no time in doing so quickly,
before the habits of wealth and fashion scupper my chances.
So now I am to go away again.
I'm sorry, Fanny.
I promise I'll write as soon as I have any news.
And, anyway, I gather it's you I have to thank for their delayed departure.
Fanny?
What can I say? I'm sure we'll think very differently.
It's true, I think Crawford's proposal a highly desirable one...
...if you can return his affection but, Fanny, if you can't, of course you mustn't accept him.
- I was afraid you'd blame me. - Blame you?
Your conduct has been faultless.
But I can see you might wish to love him.
The natural wish of gratitude, if nothing else.
And, you know, my father thought he detected some little thaw in your feelings.
No, he was mistaken. I promise you, he was mistaken.
Oh, well.
Nothing Edmund could say had any influence over her.
She will not have him.
I'm not surprised.
There's something about Fanny I've often observed.
She does not like to be dictated to.
Fanny is very young.
A period of reflection maybe all that's required to bring Fanny
to a more sober appreciation of Mr. Crawford's offer.
I propose we leave Fanny behind when we visit your mother.
It will involve a small sacrifice on your part, my dear.
For three weeks?
But I presume on your goodness to allow it.
Of course, if Fanny were to marry Mr. Crawford, I should not dream of missing her,
never mind the loss to me.
And I tell you what, if she does, and this is more than I did for Maria,
next time Pug has a litter, I shall give her one of the puppies.
(Pug grunts and sniffs)
FANNY: My dear cousin...
Dearest Edmund...
Perhaps it is because of my present solitude that I cannot stop thinking of our last meeting.
And I so wish...
I wish...
I did not mean to say you should not hope.
Life without hope is intolerable
and even I, in my secret heart...
...dare hope that...
(Birdsong)
Forgive me for calling like this, unannounced, but I had such a desire to see you.
And here you are.
You are tired, Mr. Crawford.
Oh. I have been too much in society.
And I too little.
Then we are equally in character, Miss Price.
Shall we walk?
Have you news from London, Mr. Crawford?
Nothing of any interest.
No war. No fire.
No revolution.
But Maria and Julia are tireless followers of fashion.
And even Edmund has dined several times at Maria's
where, as you may know, my sister is living at present.
Mary's appetite for society remains undimmed.
And Tom?
We see no more of Tom than you do.
The last I heard, he was at Newmarket,
continuing his giddy career of drinking and gambling.
Whereas I...
Mansfield has spoiled me for anywhere else.
Or perhaps, living with this all the time, you no longer see its beauty.
But to me, on a day like this...
...it is an uncommonly lovely sight.
Oh, I think so too.
I can imagine nowhere lovelier than Mansfield Park.
You see, I hadn't forgotten about you, Fanny.
Not for a moment.
I've been thinking of you constantly.
Have I not proved myself?
I just don't know how to answer you.
No, you know how to answer me.
Just give me some sign, Fanny, no matter how small.
Tell me I may look forward to being happy.
Help me, Fanny.
Guide me.
I can't guide you.
We all have our best guides within us...
...if only we would listen.
Well, leave me to my own judgment, then,
but my better self, as you well know...
...is in your keeping.
Please be gentle with him.
Carefully, now.
Poor Tom.
- Tom, my dearest boy. MAN: Get him inside and straight up to his room.
Gently. Gently.
MAN: Careful.
Thank God we have you, Fanny.
Go to my mother. She needs you.
Tom is extremely ill.
Oh, Fanny.
Dear Fanny.
Now I shall be comforted.
(Lady Bertram weeps)
He had been drinking a good deal, Fanny.
But, after he fell, he neglected himself
until he brought on such a fever that he hardly knew who or where he was.
Finally, his physician insisted on calling us to him. And now...
They... fear for his lungs...
I'm... I am so very, very frightened, Fanny.
I'm sure I daren't go near him. With my weak chest, it could prove fatal.
I'm sure we have more reason to hope than to fear.
Dear Fanny, pray God you are right.
But now...
I am guided by Sir Thomas in everything.
But can it be right for him to go away again at such a time?
Sir Thomas is leaving us... now?
Fanny.
Yes, Uncle?
Come in a moment.
Are you unwell, sir?
No, no, I'm not unwell.
But certain...
...business affairs take me to London.
Edmund knows I'm going, but not why, and I will not add to my wife's unhappiness,
unless it becomes absolutely necessary to do so.
I rely on you, Fanny, to take care of her.
I may be disappointed elsewhere...
...but in you, my dear, I'm blessed.
As for Tom, we can only hope and pray.
(Labored breathing)
My first task is to bring the patient's temperature down.
Once... these little handmaidens have done their work, we may be more optimistic.
You saw Miss Crawford in London?
Yes, every day.
But not once alone.
She was in a pack all the time.
She danced a great deal.
She spoke a great deal.
Said nothing sensible or even kind.
She was, I suppose, her London self.
Like a stranger with whom I had to argue every little point.
(Clock chimes)
(Tom coughs)
Can I do anything?
Let Fanny read to me.
You're bored with me, are you?
I could do with a pretty face to look at.
EDMUND: Our patient is improving.
- Let me guess: The Racing News? - Every word.
TOM: And no objections, please.
I warn you, Fanny, the illness has brought out Tom's true nature in all its wonderful ugliness.
He is a tyrant.
Well, I shan't let him tyrannize me.
We'll see about that. You'll give way.
You're too kind to quarrel.
You should not rely on it, cousin.
Fanny is the best girl alive.
FANNY: It's 4-1 on Little Scott.
And Remnant beat Swallow by two lengths in the second meeting at Newmarket on Monday.
3-1 on Robinson...
Ah, my dear. Yes... Where's Edmund?
- In the breakfast room, sir. - With your aunt?
Yes.
I shall be with you in a moment.
Thank you.
These are sad circumstances in which to meet again, Miss Price.
It surprises me that Tom's sisters are happy to stay in London but you are here...
...and I will do anything I can to help and comfort.
Poor young man.
If he were to be cut off now, in the flower of his days, it would be most tragic.
None of us are troubling to be quite so pessimistic, Miss Crawford.
I am justly reprimanded but, pray, don't misunderstand me.
By my honor, I never bribed a physician in my life.
However, should Tom die...
...then wealth and consequence could fall into no hands more deserving of them.
Is Edmund home?
Am I come too late?
I need to talk to you all. Miss Crawford, this concerns you too.
My dear, I have to ask you to be brave. I'm very sorry for it.
Julia...?
Julia is safe with our cousins at Richmond.
Last week, I received a letter from an old friend in London.
It contained a good deal to concern me about our daughter Maria.
(Mrs. Norris gasps)
SIR THOMAS: I had no choice but to act immediately.
I went to town in the faint hope that my informant might be mistaken
or, failing that, that I might at least reverse a desperate situation.
I need hardly say that I have been disappointed.
Maria has left her home and her husband.
Oh, no.
(Mrs. Norris gasps) LAD Y BERTRAM: No.
- No, this cannot be. SIR THOMAS: Flagrantly, publicly...
in utter contempt for her family's honor.
In a complete disregard for each and every one of us...
...she has run away with Mr. Crawford.
(Mrs. Norris weeps)
I'm become aware of my errors too late.
I had hoped my daughters would grow up to be good...
...but I succeeded only in them being good mannered.
I knew my daughter... no more than a stranger.
A woman whose shoulder I might brush against
without any inkling of her fears, hopes or passions.
And now it's too late.
Her character is destroyed.
Did you notice nothing at the time?
Were they so very discreet?
Discreet? If only they had been. One ounce of common discretion would have saved us.
Saved us?
You don't think Henry set out to destroy the Rushworths' marriage?
I don't mean to defend Henry at your sister's expense, but I could knock their heads together.
I never imagined that they would really do it.
And I'm sure we both thought Maria knew she'd had her penny's worth,
to use the vulgar phrase, and would be content.
For one moment's stupidity, Maria has thrown away everything she gained by her marriage.
Is that all you have to say?
Please don't think that I've forgotten Fanny.
But foolish girl!
If Fanny had accepted him, they might now even be married.
And Henry's relationship with Mrs. Rushworth would be no more than a harmless flirtation...
Enough! You've said enough.
Forgive me, but I have not yet made my point.
Edmund, I beg you.
Advise your father not to interfere.
My father should collude in this business in the hope that Henry will marry Maria?
Well, think, Edmund, think. Maria would recover some footing in society.
Not all, of course, but...
...should the worst happen with your brother, then we, I mean you and I, Edmund,
would be in a position to help Maria and accept her back here at Mansfield.
I cannot believe what I'm hearing.
Have you no sense of what this means?
All you see is folly.
A little embarrassment we can overcome, if only we're sensible and think straight for five minutes.
Society will forgive us! What do I care about society?
My father's shame will last forever.
And my mother's grief and I...
The woman I thought I loved doesn't exist.
She was a... a figment of my imagination.
So much the better, you may say. I have less to lose.
But I'd have lost you a thousand times rather than see you for what you really are.
A pretty lecture, I must say.
Will it be one of your sermons?
Love is supposed to endure disappointment, is it not?
Or so I am told.
Goodbye, Miss Crawford.
I wish you well with all my heart.
Edmund!
FANNY: Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid.
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng.
With gentle yet prevailing...
(Pacing footsteps)
Edmund.
How I was deceived.
How I deceived myself.
This is all your doing.
You think of nothing and no-one but yourself.
If you'd have accepted Mr. Crawford, none of this would have happened.
Maria's letter shows her to be deeply unhappy, Sir Thomas.
So unhappy... I cannot but hope that if you were to go to her,
she might be persuaded to leave Mr. Crawford and return home.
Mr. Rushworth would not have her, ma'am.
I mean to say she might return here.
That, I fear, is impossible.
As a daughter, Maria may count on me always, to secure her comfort and protection.
Further than that, I cannot go.
Even her mother doesn't express...
You mean...
...Maria is to be sacrificed for the sake of Fanny's niceness?
I mean nothing of the sort.
If you feel it is your duty, Mrs. Norris,
to be Maria's companion in her grievous situation...
...then you may feel free to go.
EDMUND: Poor Maria.
I don't know who I feel more sorry for - Maria or Aunt Norris.
That's better.
A frown doesn't suit you.
LAD Y BERTRAM: Fanny! Fanny, my dear, where are you? I need you!
Which should I use here, Fanny?
- The purple wool or the maroon? - The purple, Aunt.
Damn it if Fennimore didn't come in last again at Newmarket.
(Knock on door)
- It's only me. FANNY: Edmund, come in.
Oh, er... sorry.
- I didn't realize... - No, no, really. Come in.
I only wanted to say...
What was it I wanted to say?
It wasn't about us going riding tomorrow, was it?
Yes. That was it. I... That was it. I just er...
I wanted to be sure you hadn't forgotten.
- I hadn't. - Good.
I'm glad.
And now, Edmund, I really must go to bed.
Yes, of course. Sorry.
Well, then...
Good night, Fanny.
Good night, Edmund.
You know...
...I've always loved...
...this room.
(Giggles)
Fanny, I really do need to talk to you.
Um... Fanny, my dear... I've quite run out of lavender.
Pick some, won't you, before the sun gets too hot?
Yes, Aunt, of course.
And, Edmund, find the scissors and go with her.
- Yes of course. SIR THOMAS: Edmund...
If you remember, I need you to come into town with me this morning.
- I have several affairs that need... - Not this morning, Sir Thomas.
I'm sure your business can wait.
Edmund!
Fanny.
Your father...
It was nothing.
Lavender.
I love you.
I was blind. Forgive me.
Look, Sir Thomas.
Now perhaps Edmund will at last think to ask Fanny to marry him.
Ask Fanny to marry him?
But surely...?
Oh, my dear. Fanny has been in love with Edmund since she was a little girl.
How is it the poet describes a wife, Sir Thomas?
She's heaven's last best gift, my dear.
(Cheering)
- Hussar! - Hooray!
MAN: Hussar! WOMAN: Congratulations!
Hussar!
WOMAN: Congratulations! Blessings on you!
Edmund and Fanny have learned a new dance.
Is it possible to be so happy?
Yes.
Let's make it our business, Mrs. Bertram, to be happy ever after.