purpose you may please.
- It's from my Sophie.
- Good.
"Sir, " she wrote, "my aunt
has just now shown me a letter
from you to Lady Bellaston which
contains a proposal of marriage. "
"All I desire is that your name
may never more be mentioned
to your obliged humble servant,
Sophie Western. "
You could try Mrs Fitzpatrick.
She might be able to help.
'Tis said that hope is a bad supper,
but makes a good breakfast,
and in the morning Tom set off
for Mrs Fitzpatrick to seek help.
Not a moment too soon,
for who should arrive
but his old benefactor, Squire Allworthy.
Mr Allworthy!
What an unexpected pleasure.
- Good morning, Mrs Miller.
- You are come to forgive him.
- Forgive who, Mrs Miller?
- Dear Mr Jones.
Mr Jones, here, madam?
No, I've come to bring
my nephew Mr Blifil to London.
She must be a most contemptible woman
who can overlook merits such as yours.
An old acquaintance arrives.
I swear that dirty whore's had it now!
You wait till I get me hands on her!
Let us meet tomorrow. We will find
a way of easing your predicament.
Oh...
Yes, tomorrow.
Thank you.
Oh!
I'm very sorry...
My dear sir, I hope no ill blood
remains between us.
Sir, I don't remember your name.
Nor I yours, but I remember your face
from the inn at Upton.
- Upton... Then your name is Tom Jones?
- Indeed it is, sir.
Then you have been with me wife after all!
Well, that's for you, you rascal!
And if you don't give me satisfaction
for that blow, I'll give you another!
Fight, damn you!
Aargh!
- I'm sorry, but you drew this on yourself.
- Liar! You set on him to rob him!
- I was coming out of the house...
- (all talk at once)
Only to defend myself! He drew his sword!
Step back there. What's this all about?
(bystanders all talk at once)
Yes - for armed robbery.
- You're certain the bastard will hang?
- No doubt of it.
I hired these two to follow Master Jones -
which they did with rare zeal.
Good. See that they're properly
taken care of, will you?
I will break the news to my uncle.
Mr Jones has one of
the kindest hearts I know.
He never mentions your name
but to praise it.
Uncle...
I am afraid to tell you what has happened.
It may shock you too much.
What's the matter, Nephew?
Your adopted son, sir - Jones -
has proved himself
one of the greatest villains on earth.
If anyone else called him a villain
I'd throw this tea in his face.
Mrs Miller.
I know he's not without faults,
but they're those of wildness and youth,
and I am sure many of us have worse.
At least we're not footpads, Mrs Miller.
What do you mean?
Mr Jones has attacked a man.
He has been sentenced
to be hanged at Tyburn.
Nobody can save him now.
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there's an end to poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose,
For no hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck of poor Tommy
If he swing...
If he swing...
And Tom was to swing -
his enemies had determined on that.
So Lawyer Dowling decided
to pay a call on Mr Fitzpatrick,
and who should receive him
but Mrs Waters.
Strictly confidential.
I come from a most worthy gentleman,
whose name at the moment
I am not at liberty to divulge.
What does this mysterious gentleman
want of me?
He wants you to help him
see that justice is done.
To make sure that Jones
gets his just deserts.
For any assistance you can give him
he is prepared to pay handsomely.
He is? You interest me, sir.
What is the proposition?
Meanwhile, faithful Partridge
searched for anyone
who could prove Tom's innocence
of the charge against him.
Constable...
Constable, have you seen
a man with a big scar on his cheek?
No, can't say as I 'ave.
But all the rogues in