:23:01
It's time I returned to England.
:23:15
Here's your medicine, Sir Pitt.
:23:18
Take it away. There's no medicine
can cure what ails me.
:23:23
I'm dying, Horrocks.
This is the end.
Oh, come, Sir Pitt.
:23:27
Shall I fetch Mr. Pitt?
Or the doctor?
:23:31
Or the lawyer?
:23:33
That's the question, Horrocks.
:23:36
Pitt's had Tilly's money.
:23:39
Shall he have mine too?
:23:44
Or should it go to Rawdon? Hmm?
:23:49
And foxy little Becky?
:23:53
I can fetch the lawyer
if you want me to, sir.
:23:56
Uh? Oh, no.
:23:59
No. Let Pitt have it all. Yeah.
:24:05
He's a pompous beggar,
:24:07
but he'll keep
this old place together.
:24:28
And your piano practice?
I hope you've not been neglecting it.
:24:32
No, Miss... I mean Mrs. Crawley.
:24:34
I'm glad to hear it.
You must play for me.
:24:37
And, Rose,
what is your best subject?
French.
:24:39
No airs. No bid to bury
her governess's past.
:24:43
You cannot dislike her for that, surely?
:24:45
No. I agree.
Not for that.
:24:49
Uh, Rawdon, after luncheon,
:24:51
perhaps you'd like to see my pamphlet
on the emancipation issue?
Oh, God, help me.
:24:55
Uh, Mrs., uh, Crawley,
:24:59
when you told Miss Crawley
that your mother
was a Montmorency...