on, you, get up.
I can't afford for you
to lie here idle any longer.
Get out and follow
them rascally friends of yours!
You soldiers call yourselves gentlemen,
but it's we who have to pay for you -
and keep you too, for that matter!
- What are you talking about?
- That Lt Northerton escaped last night.
The rest of the company
went in pursuit after him -
and conveniently left
without paying the bill.
- How could he have escaped?
- His doxy, a trollop called Mrs Waters.
The sentry disappeared
and she let him out.
She'll soon learn what kind of a man he is.
Nothing's good enough for sparks like
him, but paying the bill is another matter!
Don't worry, madam.
I will repay you handsomely.
Ah, sir... A nice young
gentleman like yourself
shouldn't want to get mixed up
with them rough soldiers.
- It's gone.
- What's gone?
I had a Pounds.500 note in my breeches pocket
and it's gone!
- That's a likely story.
- I had Pounds.500...
- You never had Pounds.500 in your life!
- One single note of Pounds.500, and it's gone!
- I should've known your kind...
- Who took it?!
Somebody's been in this room during the
night and taken Pounds.500 out of my pocket!
Was it you? Did you see her take it?
Somebody took the Pounds.500 out of...
You lying rascal! Nor them cheating
redcoat friends of yours, neither!
Go on, take your things
and get out of here quick!
Go on! I'll set the dogs on you
if you don't hurry up!
You blackguard! Robber!
The whole lot of you! You and your Pounds.500!
Wake up, you country stewpot!
Your daughter, sir!
While you've been lying a-bubbling here,
your daughter is gone!
Rouse yourself from this pastoral torpor.
Your daughter is gone!
What?!
Come on, you lazy lot, and take the
London road! Come on, Miss Slouch!
- Are you wanting anything, madam?
- We're tired and in need of refreshment.
It'd be an honour to serve such a lady.
Has by any chance a young gentleman,
a Mr Jones, passed this way?
Indeed he has. I'm surprised at a lady
like you inquiring of the likes of him -
brawling, thieving, bragging about
his mistress - one Sophie Western.
- Sophie Western?
- I'm not surprised, after Molly Seagrim.
- But I am the same Sophie Western.
- Well, you can get out of here quick!
Go on! Follow your fine friend. Take
your fine airs and graces with you!
This is a respectable house!
We don't want the likes of you here!
Our hero's next adventure
concerns a lady in circumstances
from which any gentleman
would instinctively wish to free her -
but of which any man
who was not a gentleman
might instantly want to take advantage.
(screaming)
Let her go, villain!
You savage!
(woman whimpers)
(woman screams)
(Northerton) Aaargh!
(whimpers)
Sure, I've only myself to blame for trusting
in a man so unworthy of my favours.
No, sir - you've had trouble enough.
My nakedness may well shame me. I'd go
alone, but for the need of your protection.
Well then, in case
any prying eyes should offend you,
I will walk ahead
and escort you as far as Up... Upton.
So Tom and Mrs Waters - for so the lady
was called - set out on the road to Upton,
Tom, like Orpheus leading
Eurydice out of Hell,
hardly daring to look back
in case the fires consumed him.
Sophie! Sophie Western!
Sophie!
- Cousin Sophie!
- Look, ma'am, 'tis Mrs Fitzpatrick!
- My cousin Harriet?
- The same.
Why, so it is.
- Cousin!
- Harriet!
- What are you doing here?
- I'm on my way to London.
That is my destination. But why
are you both on one horse, indeed?
Oh, Harriet,
I am running away from home.
And I too - running away
from my husband, Mr Fitzpatrick,
who's hot on my trail, I'm sure.
Oh, never marry an Irishman -
particularly if he is eaten up with jealousy,
possessed of a quick temper,
and