"The intimacy between them daily increased,"
"till it grew to such a pitch that they did not scruple to kick one another"
"out of the window on the slightest provocation."
Yes?
My sweet girl! This is a great day, a great day indeed.
Yes... It is?
You may make me more proud than my own daughters.
Please don't say that, sir.
Why is there no fire here today?
- I'm not cold, sir. - But you have a fire in general?
No, sir, but I have a warm shawl.
Your aunt cannot be aware of this.
I understand.
For as long as you're in my home, Fanny Price, you shall have a fire.
I am aware that there has been a misplaced distinction, but...
...I think too well of you to suppose you will ever harbour resentment.
Thus, it is with more pleasure,
that I inform you that Henry Crawford has asked my permission to take your hand in marriage,
and I have given the union my blessing.
I'd no idea his feelings had come to such a boiling point!
Clearly, I am too old to follow the intricate manoeuvrings of the young.
Please get yourself ready and join me downstairs.
Mr Crawford, as you have perhaps foreseen, is still in the house.
Do not fear.
I cannot, sir.
Cannot what?
I cannot agree to marry him... at this time.
You do not know your own feelings. I've watched you with him.
You're not insensitive to his charms. I'm not that old!
He's not without charm, sir.
Has someone else declared his intention for you?
- No, sir. - Then what is it?
I do not trust his nature.
Like many charming people, he depends on the appreciation of others.
What is the ill in that?
His sole interest is in being loved, not in loving.
- You've read too many novels, girl! - But it has not clouded my judgement.
- Do you trust me? - My future entirely depends on you.
Let me repeat: do you trust me?
- Yes, sir. - Well, I trust him.
You will marry him!
I will not...
...sir.
I had, Fanny Price, thought you free from wilfulness of temper,
self-conceit and every tendency to that independence of spirit,
which prevails so much today even in young women.
In young women it is especially offensive beyond all common offence.
You seem to forget you do not have an annual income like Mary Crawford.
Nor does your family.
Their advantage or disadvantage has never been in your thoughts.
The young man addresses you with everything to recommend him.
Not merely situation in life, fortune and character, but also agreeableness,
with pleasing address and conversation.
...not an acquaintance, you've known him some time.
His sister is your intimate friend. He cannot have taken you by surprise.
You have observed his attentions and received them properly...
You do not know your own feelings. Let us put an end to this conference.
...and because you do not feel for him
what a young heated fancy imagines to be necessary for happiness...
I should say not...
You are in a wild fit of folly, throwing away an opportunity to be settled in life,
eligibly, honourably, nobly settled, as will probably never occur again.
And I will tell you what, Fanny Price, which is more than I did for Maria...
The next time that Pug has a litter...
...you shall have a puppy.
All she needs is time, Sir Thomas.
He loves you, Fanny Price.
If any man ever loved a woman forever, Henry would do as much for you.
Edmund...
What are your thoughts?
The fact that he chose you, Fanny, is evidence of his good character.
He could make you very happy, and you would be the making of him.
It is not certain that a man must be acceptable to every woman he likes.
Perhaps you'd rather return home? I can write to your mother tonight.
A little abstinence from the luxuries of Mansfield Park
might bring your mind into a more sober state.
Is that your choice, young woman?
Yes.
It is.
Why, Fanny?
To be at home again...
...to be loved by my family,
to feel affection without fear or restraint and...
...to feel myself the equal of those that surround me.
I hope you know...
I hope you know how much I shall...
...shall write to you.
And I shall write to you...
...when I have anything worth writing about.
Who says we shall not be sisters?
I know we shall.
Whoa, there! Whoa!
Mother!
Fanny!
Come in.
You must be exhausted from your journey.
It's surprisingly short really.
Look at you. So...
Betsey, get Father up! Come in.
It's Susy's turn.
Did you have a tiring journey? You must be exhausted. Betsey!
- I got him up yesterday. - Liar!
- You must have many servants. - I have to do quite a lot, actually.
- I help Lady Bertram and Aunt Norris. - I only have the two girls.
We had some help, but now Father has no work.
Hello.
- How long are you here for, Fanny? - I cannot say exactly.
Father won't get up.
She's here!
Oh, hello!
Oh, my God! Oh, Fanny!
You look so fancy.
Like a princess! Didn't I tell you she'd be beautiful, Mother?
Yes, you did.
Father, Fanny's come home. Here she is.
Turn round, then. Let's have a look at you.
Turn around!
Lovely.
Come here, Chatterbox, I was just teasing you.
Give your coarse old father a big squeeze.
Welcome home, Fanny.
It'll be good to have another girl around.
Well, I'm about ready to throw down some straw and call this place a stall.
Don't get me started!
"Beware of fainting fits, beware of swoons."
"A frenzy fit is not so pernicious. It is an exercise to the body."
"lf not too violent, it is conducive to health."
Fanny, a letter!
Who is it from?
Mary Crawford, a friend.
"How we miss you, my dearest Fanny Price."
"My brother is moping. Please write a pretty reply to gladden his eyes."
"Tell me of all the dashing captains whom you disdain for his sake."
"I have seen Julia and Mrs Rushworth at Wimpole Street the other day. "
"We seemed very glad to see each other, and I do think we were a little. "
"We had a vast deal to say... "
"...especially on the subject of you and Henry. "
"I'll tell you how Mrs Rushworth looked when your name was mentioned. "
Fanny...?
Fanny Price?
"I didn't think her wanting in self-possession, "
"but she had not quite enough for the demands of yesterday. "
I shall believe it when I believe it, Henry.
And so you shall, Mrs Rushworth.
"And as for Edmund, clergyman or not, "
"let me say, I am increasingly sensitive to his charms. "
"Yours affectionately, Mary Crawford."
Betsey!
This Henry Crawford, what's he like?
A rake, I think.
Yes, please!
They amuse more in literature than in life.
But they amuse!
And Lady Bertram?
- She's always suffering fatigue. - Why?
Generally from embroidering something of little beauty.
Not to mention a handsome dose of opium daily.
Your tongue is sharper than a guillotine, Fanny.
The effect of education, I suppose.
Miss Price! Miss Fanny Price!
- Miss Price? - What is that racket?
- Miss Price! - What is it, boy?
I must see Fanny Price!
Miss Price?
- Miss Fanny Price... - I'm Fanny Price.
- You sure? I don't get paid if you're not. - Yes, I'm sure I'm Fanny Price.
All right, then, stay back.
I was supposed to say something about starlings flying...I can't remember.
Yes, we've got the general idea. Thank you.
Fanny, what is this?
Thank you for coming.
- Mr Price. - Yes?
- Henry Crawford. Friend of... -...Maria Bertram's.
Pleased to meet you.
And you must be Mrs Price.
I see the resemblance to your sisters, Lady Bertram and Mrs Norris.
Your family has no inconsiderable share of beauty.
You're too kind, Mr Crawford.
Miss Price.
Mr Crawford.
It was you, wasn't it? The birds and everything...
I'm sorry, l...do not know to what you're referring.
So, what is the news of Mansfield? How is everyone?
Everyone being Edmund... Fanny, I know.
- You know what, Henry? - I know you love Edmund.
I wish to speak in truths.
It is the effect of your education of me, Fanny Price.
He is a fine man, I understand, but he is to be married to my sister.
The words have been spoken?
All but.
- I shall wait to grieve until then. - You must grieve now.
I know I have an appearance of inauthenticity.
You're infinitely my superior in merit, you have touches of the angel in you.
And I know you have witnessed my insincere attentions toward Maria.
But your eyes are so clear and unflinching, please look at me again.
I am changed, Fanny Price.
I shall wait for you till the end of time.
My constancy shall prove that I am changed.
It is your very changefulness that frightens me.
- You toy with me. - No.
Senseless as it is, my heart is still full of another.
Then I shall wait...
...till it is free once more.
"It is the habits ofwealth that I fear. "
"Still, she is the only woman whom I could ever think of as... "
Go and sit down, Charlie, I've got to read this letter.
Susy, could you...?
"Still, she is the only woman whom I could ever think of as... "
"...a wife. "
Where would your tenants go, if we moved in?
I've several apartments, they'd be well-cared for.
- It is a generous offer. - The first of many, I hope.
Fanny...
Yes?
I've been thinking, Fanny.
There is no shame in wealth, my dear.
- That depends on how it's arrived at. - Frances! Come here!
Just remember, Fanny...
...I married for love.
How does it feel to be home?
Portsmouth is Portsmouth, and Mansfield is home.
You don't like to be near the water?
Not without the means to float away on it.
You have.
Poverty frightens me. A woman's poverty is harsher than a man's.
Well, arguable.
- It need not be your lot. - I know.
You can spend your days in comfort... with me.
- I know. - You do?
Yes.
Is that a 'yes'?
Yes.
Is that the 'yes' I've heard a thousand times in my heart but not from you?
Oh, Fanny Price!
You will learn to love me. Say it again, please, say it!
Yes!
Good morning, Miss Price! Good morning, my darling!
- Stop, please! Stop it! - Good morning.
Charlie, come on.
I spoke hastily.
I've anguished over the matter, and I feel that I cannot...
I cannot marry you.
I'm not prepared.
- And when might you be prepared? - I cannot say.
When might that be?
I still doubt you and cannot trust you.
Doubt me?
Your behaviour is that of someone trustworthy, the standard of trust?
Forgive me.
Enjoy your stay in Portsmouth, Miss Price.
May it be long... and up to your standards.
Henry...
Are you certain?
I have no talent for certainty, Susy.
Fanny, come quickly.
Fanny...
Who's to pay for all this paper, Fanny?
Come, come.
Edmund...
I've come to take you back to Mansfield. You're needed there.
- What's happened? - Tom was celebrating and fell ill.
The group he was travelling with left him to recover with Yates...
...who then deserted him as well.
He was found almost dead two days ago.
The situation is very grave.
We must hurry.
If you wish to, that is.
Fanny, I cannot tell you how much l...
- I shall see you soon, Susy, I feel it. - Go on, now!
Remember: "Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!"
I trust, other than this tragedy, you're well?
Yes...
As I intimated in my last letter,
I believe Mary has almost reconciled herself to marrying a stodgy clergyman.
I understand Crawford paid you a visit.
Yes.
And was he attentive?
Yes... Very.
And has your heart changed towards him?
Yes...
Several times.
I have... I find that l...
I find that...
Surely you and I are beyond speaking, when words are clearly not enough.
I missed you.
And I you.
- Fanny, you're back. - Yes, sir.
Good. We've had our fill of estrangement at Mansfield Park.
Water.
The light...please.
- Morning, sir. - Dear Mr Crawford.
Thank you for joining us at this difficult time. Maria will be joining us later.
Mr Rushworth is detained with improvements to Sotherton.
- Miss Julia is due within the hour. - Welcome.
- Fanny. - Thank you for coming.
Fanny, I've been meaning to ask you, how long are you staying?
I'm not certain, Aunt Norris. And how long are you staying?
Mrs Rushworth...
- I trust you are well? - I'm fine.
And Mr Rushworth?
Maria...
Is this the behaviour of friends? Maria... Please...
How's Fanny?
She's a good little girl.
And you've become a good little boy?
She's rejected me, Maria.
Would that this sigh were for me...
My son is mad.
Go to your room!
Get out!
Fanny, what is it? What? What's wrong?
What?
Don't look at me like that. Rushworth's a fool, and I can't get out.
Edmund...
I can't get out.
You all right?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Good morning, Mansfield Park!
Come!
Get Edmund, Sir Thomas and Maria. We have an important guest here.
Edmund! This is Mr Dixon of the 'London Times'.
He is writing an article about modern gardens and is interested in Sotherton.
Where's Maria?
He has noticed the influence of Gilpin. He loves the new ruins.
Wake up, you degenerate lot! Hello!
- Maria? - Sir... Sir!
- Where's Maria? - I could not say...
At this hour?
We'll speak to Crawford.
It was recommendation to remove the avenue of oaks from the west front,
up to the top of the hill.
- Where is Crawford? - At the parsonage with the Grants.
No, we...stopped there first.
Sir Thomas...
There's something you must read. Oh, dear, dear...
It is...quite startling. Here, in the society section.
Fanny...
You read it to us.
You have such a strong, clear voice.
"lt is with infinite concern we have to announce that..."
"...a matrimonial fracas in the family of Mr Rushworth of Wimpole Street."
Go on.
"The beautiful Mrs Rushworth,"
"who was to be so brilliant a leader in the fashionable world,"
"has quitted her husband's roof for the captivating Mr Crawford,"
"the intimate friend of not only Mr Rushworth,"
"but Mrs Rushworth's father, Sir Thomas Bertram of Mansfield Park."
"lt is not known even to the editor whither they have gone."
May God help us.
The fools! Under this roof!
They should've known Rushworth would bring in a newspaper man.
Under which roof would it have been better, Mary?
I understand your bitterness, but do not direct it at me.
Your brother is an actor.
A charming inscrutable actor, through and through.
The temptation of quick pleasure was too strong for one unused to sacrifices.
After all the cost and care of an anxious and expensive education,
I do not feel I know my own children at all.
Now, please, of course you know them.
This is 1 806, for heaven's sake!
This is not the first time, nor the last, such a thing will happen.
Look...
You are indeed a family in distress,
but you must recover and survive gracefully.
If Henry does not choose to marry Maria,
and if you also reject her, she will be an outcast.
A leaf in the wind of other men's plans.
Or...
We can recover.
Here is my proposal...
We must persuade Henry to marry Maria.
After a respectable period, Edmund and I will accept them
into our acquaintance... and household.
Then you all, after an appropriate period, will properly support them, too.
The Bertrams, being people of respectability, as they are,
she may recover her footing in society to a certain degree.
In some circles, she'd never be admitted, but with dinners and parties...
...some people will like her acquaintance.
Such a strategy.
And how will a poor clergyman afford these dinners and parties?
Chance is not always unkind.
I beg your pardon.
If Tom is not able to recover,
Edmund will be the heir.
Wealth and consequence could fall into hands no more deserving.
I understand you think I should not say such things.
But one must prepare oneself for every eventuality.
It is the mark of an evolved individual.
I advise that you, Sir Thomas, do not injure your cause by interference.
Let things take their course.
That may be a difficult thing,
but although Tom, bless his heart, may not be strong enough for this world,
the rest of us must be.
I speak merely of what must be done, not what I feel.
You may wish to reconsider your eagerness for Tom's death.
You may wish to reconsider your thinly-veiled anger towards me!
If you'd accepted my brother, you'd be now on the point of marriage,
and Henry would not be on terms with Mrs Rushworth.
It would have ended in a regular flirtation
in meetings at Sotherton and Everingham.
It could all be construed as your fault.
Your startling adaptability to my brother's possible demise
sends a chill through my heart.
A chill...
You're cheerfully planning parties with his money!
You shush my father like a dog at your table.
You attack Fanny for following her own infallible guide on matters of the heart.
All this has grievously convinced me that the person I've so dwelt on
has been a creature of my own imagination!
Not you, Miss Crawford...
You are a stranger to me.
I do not know you, and I'm sorry to say, I have no wish to.
Is there anything to be done?
Wait...
- Wait? - Yes.
Time can do almost anything.
He'll be all right.
He survived brain fever when he was six.
He used to play 'Tom the Knight'.
"Give me a mission, Father," he'd say.
I'd send him with a message to mother about the tea or...
...to get Baddeley to get the carriage ready.
"No, Father..."
"Give me a noble mission."
That's all he ever wanted.
I'm sorry, Tom.
I'm so sorry.
"In good and perfect time, "
"Tom's health did return. "
"Henry Crawford chose not to marry Maria. "
"Mrs Norris, who Sir Thomas came to regard as an evil, "
"went to devote herself to her...unfortunate niece. "
"It may be supposed that their tempers became their mutual punishment. "
"It could have turned out differently, I suppose. "
"But it didn't. "
"Mary Crawford went to live in Westminster. "
"Eventually, she and Henry found partners who shared their more... "
"...modern sensibilities. "
"And...as you may have guessed, "
"exactly when it was natural that it should be so, not a moment sooner, "
"Edmund came to speak the whole delightful...and astonishing truth. "
Fanny, I must confess something.
I've loved you all my life.
I know, Edmund.
No, Fanny...
As a man loves a woman.
As a hero loves a heroine.
As I've never loved anyone in my entire life.
I was so anxious to do what is right...
...that I forgot to do what is right.
But if you choose me,
after all my blundering and blindness,
that will be a happiness which no description could reach.
Oh, Edmund.
Looks as though they're finally getting somewhere.
Hello!
Julia...
Mr...Yates?
Now, Joan of Arc lived during the reign of Henry...Vl?
- Is that correct? - Yes, Susy.
I knew that, yes, I did. I knew that.
"Susan came to live at Mansfield Park. "
"Tom grew stronger by the day. "
"Sir Thomas eventually abandoned his pursuits in Antigua. "
"He chose to pursue some exciting new opportunities in... "
"...tobacco. "
"It could have all turned out differently, I suppose. "
"But it didn't. "
By the way, I spoke to a John Ward at Edgerton's,
- He said he'd be willing to publish. - My stories?
At our expense, of course, but you'd keep 1 0% of the profits.
I was thinking of a title.
"Effusions of fancy by a very young girl in a style entirely new."
- What do you think? - That's...very interesting!
- Just interesting? - It's terrible!
That's a terrible name!
But you're lovely.
Well, I guess that's all right, then!