♪ ♪ SOPHIA: What is your name?
♪ ♪ Your mother did you a favor you can never repay when she left you in his care.
BLIFIL: Your birth condemns you.
You don't want to be giving your heart to a bad boy.
He doesn't seem at all bad to me.
AUNT WESTERN: She must be married without delay.
There must be someone who will take her.
Will you be the first to congratulate me on my marriage?
She doesn't want you.
WESTERN: Send him over with a proposal and we'll have a wedding by Michaelmas.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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... (chuckling) ♪ ♪ SOPHIA (sighs): See how tall he is, how strong.
(sighs): The memory of him.
♪ ♪ AUNT WESTERN: Sophia... (door opens) (sighs) Your cheeks flushed and your bosom heaving.
(chuckles) 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-hmm?
...can never be Mr. Blifil.
Hm... AUNT WESTERN: I will never let you disgrace your poor dead father's name by attaching yourself to a bastard.
Where are you, love?
Don't you want me to be happy?
I want you to be rich and safe.
SOPHIA: 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.
♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) (exhales) (clears throat) A charming morning, Miss Western.
(breath trembles) (bird cawing) As, as, uh... (stammering): ...charming as your own dear person.
A person that, that I shall be most... ...gratified to get to know better when we are united in matrimony.
Which, uh, happy event cannot come too soon.
Will you excuse me?
(door opens and closes) TOM: Yeah, 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.
Oh, she's promised to a good young man, who all his life has treated you with the honor and, 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 is made.
She will be Mrs. Blifil, and, uh, you must learn to see her as a sister.
(wildlife chittering) (men talking in distance) ♪ ♪ 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 weren't that bad.
Now, dry those eyes, Sophy, 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!
How can she be wrong?
She is your elder and your better, miss!
Well, I do not consent to this match.
You silly girl.
Come on, dogs.
(whimpers) Fanny, come.
Fanny, come on.
(cries) I don't know gets into the women in this family.
(sobs) Every one of them more trouble than my dogs.
If I'd waited for her grandmother's consent, I'd be a bachelor still.
And a happy one.
(laughs) Knock some sense into her, Tom, and we shall be friends for life.
(laughs) ♪ ♪ (voice trembling): Oh, no, don't come in here.
Your grandfather sent me.
(crying): Oh, no, I look awful.
You look beautiful.
♪ ♪ (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.
BLIFIL: Perhaps she is merely shy.
It's, it's only right and proper for a young bride to be nervous.
Tom'll sort her out.
♪ ♪ One kiss?
♪ ♪ One?
♪ ♪ WESTERN (outside): I'll string him up!
Jones, get your dirty paws off her!
♪ ♪ Hanging's too good for him!
(breath trembles) ♪ ♪ I'll deal with you later, you little minx.
(gasps) There you are!
(door slams) No!
(keys rattling) Please don't lock me in, Grandfather, don't!
(pounding, gasping) (grunts sadly) (breathing deeply) (sobs) ♪ ♪ WESTERN: Traitor!
(whip cracks, horse neighs) Bastard!
(horse snorting) BRIDGET: Mr. Western... Spoiled him rotten, the lot of you!
My fool of a granddaughter has fallen in love with your bastard of a bastard.
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.
(stammering): By little sighs and maidenly tokens, she did.
And I swear I will have no other son-in-law.
No, no, William must also choose freely.
He may no longer think her suitable.
(footsteps approaching) Can you go a single day without causing mayhem?
(sighs) It doesn't look like it, does it?
Always your own worst enemy.
(birds chirping in distance) (sighs) (inhales) I will take pity... ...on a misguided soul, and guide my wife to a full understanding of her sins.
So long as the wedding shall be sooner than Michaelmas.
Oh, dear, uh, uh, perhaps the day after tomorrow?
(dishes rattle) (mumbling) (horse snorts) (chortles) You've been right about him, William, all along.
Tom Jones has proved himself unworthy of the trust I put in him.
(birds cawing) ALLWORTHY: Your pursuit of that young lady against my express commands has been criminal, Tom.
I was acting in defense 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 is 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 honor 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.
(sets object down) For as long as I shall live.
♪ ♪ I don't want your money.
Let no man say I threw him out without a penny.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (keys rattling, lock turning) (door closes) 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.
Without a word to me?
TOM: Dearest Sophia...
I wish I had the words... (gun fires, Tom yelps) (laughs, wings flapping, animal calling) (panting) 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'll be waiting.
I'm happy to be postman.
I shan't send it.
It wouldn't be right.
If she always longs to make her grandfather happy... ...well, I must hope she will be happy herself.
For there's no future for us.
I know that now.
Well, good luck to you, Black George.
Watch over Sophia.
But where is it you're off to, Tom, in case anyone asks?
♪ ♪ 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.
The cheek of it.
And him a poor, beggarly, bastardly fellow.
How dare you?
He is an angel.
♪ ♪ No.
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, and... Murderers?
A sensible choice for traveling, yes?
(sighs): Where will we go?
I have other aunts, in London.
Aunt Harriet and Lady Bellaston.
Right away, miss.
(sheep bleating) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) (fire crackling) A pint of your best, please, landlord.
And if you have a shoulder of mutton, or... (glass shatters) Lost your way, boy?
Since I'm not actually sure where I'm going, my answer has to be no.
A wanderer, yeah?
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.
(patting) (bird calling) (step creaks) Shh.
(whines) (whispering): Sit.
(panting) TOM AND FITZPATRICK (drunkenly): ♪ 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.
BOTH: ♪ With a tow, row-row, row-row, row-row ♪ ♪ To the British Grenadiers ♪ Again!
BOTH: ♪ We throw them from ♪ ♪ the hilltops ♪ Spin, spin.
♪ About our enemies' ears ♪ (laughing) BOTH: ♪ With a tow, row-row, row-row ♪ ♪ Row-row, row to the British Grenadiers ♪ (mugs clatter) Oh!
FITZPATRICK: King and country.
FITZPATRICK: Keep them coming, Bob.
(sighing) Good boy, Bob.
Soldiering's a thing of the past for me.
To all the girls we leave behind.
(panting): To my most beloved darling.
To her honor and her beauty.
(exhales): Can't put up a toast without a name, lad.
(hiccups): Uh... (chuckling): Miss Sophia Western.
Soon to be Mrs. William Blifil, and there is not a thing I can do about it.
Yes, I knew one of her name, that, uh, been lain with by half the young fellows in Bristol.
That's not funny.
FITZPATRICK: Yeah, had her myself, forwards and backwards.
(chuckles) I said that's not funny.
Likes a bit of slap and tickle, did our Sophy.
(grunts) (cries out) (both scrambling) (grunting) Oh, no.
(growling) (yelping) (grunts, yelps) (both grunting, dishes clatter) (cries out) (both grunting and growling) (Fitzpatrick pounds, Tom yells) (Fitzpatrick chuckles, Tom yells) ♪ ♪ (panting) Think you're special, fancy boy?
(Fitzpatrick panting) MAN: Hold still, sir.
(yelping) (groans) (exhales) Are you a doctor?
You don't want one of those.
Kill you as soon as look at you.
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.
(snaps fingers) No, no, no.
Really, no more.
(clears throat) 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.
Then you are Benjamin Partridge.
And on account of you, innocent babe as you were, I lost my wife, my home, and my situation.
(laughing) I am heartily sorry.
And, and heartily pleased to meet you.
Look, I... (mugs clink) I've always wondered... Mr. Partridge, do I have the honor 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?
Then leave him be, lad, and let's drink to an open road.
And a new day.
(chuckles) BOB: 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?
(clears throat) It will be my pleasure to pay.
(sniffs) The money.
My father's money, it's, it's gone.
Oh, Partridge, I've lost his farewell gift.
No, I can't let you do that when I can never pay you back.
(coins jingling) I'll just pay for my own, then.
(softly): Honour, where are you?
(horse snorts, owl hoots) (footsteps approach) Who's there?
(horse nickers) 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.
We don't need all of those!
They're not yours.
These dresses is all my worldly wealth.
Thank you, Black George.
♪ ♪ Miss.
(owl hoots, horse nickers) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) BLIFIL: Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband... ♪ ♪ ...and wilt thou obey him and serve him... ...love, honor, keep him in sickness and in health... ♪ ♪ ...and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him... Sophia... BLIFIL: ...so long as ye both shall live?
(birds scattering) Oh, Sophy, where the devil are you?
(horses snorting) Tom?
Tell me, my man, is this your establishment?
It'd be nicer if it were mine.
I'd make a bit more effort with the decorations.
(exhales) SOPHIA: Landlord, has a Mr. Tom Jones passed this way?
Miss Western, I presume.
HONOUR: 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 bastard who'd take advantage of a hole in the carpet.
Well, you don't know him as I do.
He's good, he'd help anyone.
WOMAN: Get off!
MAN: Come on!
(struggling) Leave the lady alone!
(grunts) Oh, my.
(grunting) I thought I'd killed you, fancy boy!
(Fitzpatrick groans) Are you hurt?
Thank you for rescuing me.
I'm not used to handsome heroes.
(yelps) Well... Let me take you home, madam, so that you can find some clothes.
(chuckling): 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.
(chuckles) Wear my coat.
(chuckles) Sorry about the stains.
They're from last night, when I first met... Oh, Mr. Fitzpatrick.
I thought you said he was a stranger.
Well, it's a long story.
I think it quite suits me.
I might not give it back.
(sighs) I'll walk in front.
Ah, there's a girl.
Course there is.
Well, there was.
(chuckles) But she's being married this very morning.
Let me guess.
She was too good for you.
(exhales) Exactly so.
(sighs): But she had all your heart.
(chuckles) And what about the rest of you?
(laughs) (people talking in background) (animals lowing) ♪ ♪ (people talking and calling in background) ♪ ♪ 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.
(people talking in background) (clears throat) Uh, who's in charge here?
(footsteps approaching) (chuckling) Hey, manners, Susan!
(chuckles) That's quality, that is!
Look at the gown, not at the face.
(chuckles) 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.
(clears throat) Linen... (clears throat): ...cleanish in the Hanover Room?
(chuckling) Clean enough for the likes of her.
This way, madam.
♪ ♪ Your best room for the lady.
FLOWERS: I'm sorry, sir, two persons just this minute got shown up there.
Second-best room, then.
(yelps): 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 assault-- for the love of God, madam, you must allow her to wash. Well, uh... (sighs): Well, make it quick, then.
For I see no lady.
Nor no gentleman, neither.
But madam, do you not recognize 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.
♪ ♪ (door opens) (keys jangling) (sighs aloud) Oh!
The personage has asked for her supper in her room.
"Send champagne," says she.
Send cider-- not our best.
(chuckles): Where will you take supper, sir?
SUSAN: The personage requests the pleasure of the gentleman's company at her table.
Don't mind if I do!
(chuckles): The gentleman.
PARTRIDGE: I've never known a man's luck to change so fast.
(knocks gently) MRS.
WATERS: Come in!
Oh, sorry, I'll wait outside.
Temporary respectability is restored.
You're very generous and I'm very hungry.
(people talking in background) And where are you and your handsome master traveling to, then?
I am no man's servant!
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.
(people talking in background) (people laughing in distance) ♪ ♪ (chuckles) (sighs) A long day's walking.
A long day's looking.
♪ ♪ (clears throat) The walking's over, at least.
♪ ♪ Mrs.
Waters, are you trying to seduce me?
I didn't have to try very hard, did I?
(bed creaking in next room, Mrs.
Waters laughing) What is that noise?
Oh, my lady.
Don't worry your pretty ears about it.
(pounding): Stop that racket!
♪ ♪ (moaning and gasping) ♪ ♪ Honour, now someone is crying.
Someone is in distress.
(bed creaking rhythmically, Mrs.
Waters moaning) (creaking, moaning continue) Should we just go home, miss?
Where I must submit myself to whatever it is they're doing with Mr. Blifil?
I'd rather die.
Waters yelping and moaning) (Mrs.
Waters howling) MRS.
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.
(chuckling): No, I'm an angel!
(chuckles) Why did Fitzpatrick attack you?
Because he wanted money and I mildly suggested he should get some off his wife.
I do know how it sounds, but my Fitz is always so good at saying sorry.
But you can do better, Mrs.
I'm beginning to work that out.
You'll forget her.
You've forgotten her already.
(kisses) (blows) Love conquers all.
(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (pounding at door) (front door opens) (man grunting) It's the squire, God help us!
He'll sack me now for sure.
Hey, people are trying to sleep!
(yelps, stumbles) (stumbling, grunting in hall) (room door opens) Grandfather, don't punish her!
It was all my idea... Oh, yes.
(snaps fingers): Pretty.
Tonight's not your night.
(exhales) Thank you.
(grunting, footsteps retreating) (grunts, door slams) (Fitzpatrick grunting) Wake up!
(exhales): You think you can hide from me?
Where is he?
(exhales) Where is Tom Jones?
(yawns) Don't tell me there's nobody here, eh?
There's always somebody.
My sweet, you can see I am all alone and waiting only for you.
(panting) (sobbing) (moaning sympathetically) I'm sorry, sorry I'm such a beast.
But you drive me mad!
But you know that I, I love you, really.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Out, the lot of you!
(stammering): 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!
WATERS: And, um... (stammering): I am...
The colonel's lady.
(chuckles nervously) Madam.
(chuckles nervously): My luddy, my la, my lade.
(clears throat) (exhales) (giggles) Promoted to colonel, and you are promoted to wife.
WATERS: In your dreams.
(giggles) Oh, come to bed, Fitz.
(giggles) (exclaims) Oh, Fitzy.
WATERS: Oh, dear.
Oh, poor Fitzy.
Oh, oh, yes.
(Fitzpatrick sighing) (Mrs.
Waters chuckles) (Fitzgerald grunting) (bed creaking) (pounds, exclaims) (grunting, creaking continue) (people talking in background, animals bleating) Breakfast.
And quick about it.
Well, bread and cheese'll do.
Well, what's he eating?
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.
(chuckles): He's no better than he should be.
I saw him clear as day, creeping out the room next to yours, wearing only the clothes God gave him.
♪ ♪ Excuse me.
HONOUR: Miss Western, wait!
(softly): 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.
Cheer up, it might never happen.
(grunts) 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.
Well, I gave up on her, I...
But she didn't give up on me.
But she didn't give up on me!
She's got an Aunt Harriet in London.
Oh, the brave soul.
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?
Well, I can make it up to her.
I can win her back, I know I can.
I thought she was married.
TOM: 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.
PARTRIDGE: I'm not sleeping in any stable yards!
And another thing, you're never going to give it back because 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.
(people shouting in distance, bells ringing) (gasps): No!
HONOUR: This can't be right.
She's my aunt.
Of course I remember her address.
♪ ♪ MAN: Watch your step there, ladies.
(gasps) MAN: That's it, yep.
(gasps) (exhales) 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.
There'll be men!
(sighs) (drinks pouring) (men chuckling) You look lost, sister.
(chuckles) (horse trotting) SOPHIA: 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.
Is that your husband come home?
(front door closes) I so long to meet him.
You can stay 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.
Don't be like me.
Don't think love is enough!
(footsteps approach) (gasping) (Harriet murmuring) My niece, Miss Western.
Yeah, we're already acquainted.
(clicks tongue): Very pretty.
♪ ♪ HARRIET: 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.
(both chuckling) (carriage door opens) So now where are we going?
I have other aunts.
Hm, more grander, too, if she's the one that sent this carriage for us.
Grander or more grand, Honour-- just choose one.
(driver shouts) SOPHIA: Sorry.
(bells ringing, people talking in background) SOPHIA: 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?
Actually, I would not.
I'm 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.
♪ ♪ (knocks) HARRIET: Three days running he's come to my door.
Today, he left a note.
(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 bastard.
Mr. Jones is awfully handsome.
For a beggarly bastard.
(knocks) HARRIET: 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 front door) If you can help me, madam, I will be forever in your debt.
(front door opens) Charming.
Sadly, I must respect her confidence.
But now, Mr. Jones, I have a visitor.
My dear cousin.
My dear Lady Bellaston.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ She is exquisite.
HARRIET: This city, this life, it's not for you.
All I have ever had to offer you is my love.
LADY BELLASTON: She will never be yours.
Sophia is found among the fleshpots.
She must be saved!
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