Gentlemen, cock your pistols.
Gentlemen...
'Barry's father had been bred,
'like many other young sons of a genteel family,
'to the profession of the law.
'And there is no doubt
'he would have made an eminent figure in his profession
'had he not been killed in a duel,
'which arose over the purchase of some horses.'
'Barry's mother, after her husband's death,
'lived in such a way as to defy slander.
'Many a man who had been smitten
'by the charms of the spinster
'now renewed his offers to the widow.
'But she refused all proposals of marriage,
'declaring that she lived now for her son only
'and the memory of her departed saint.'
THUNDER RUMBLES
'First love...
'..what a change it makes in a lad.
'What a magnificent secret it is that he carries about with him.
'A tender passion gushes instinctively
'out of a man's heart.
'He loves as a bird sings,
'or a rose blows from nature.'
Killarney.
Now, what shall it be?
Turn around and face the wall.
'The object of Barry's attention
'and the cause of all his early troubles
'was his cousin -
'Nora Brady, by name.'
I have taken the ribbon from around my neck
and hidden it somewhere on my person.
If you find it, you can have it.
You are free to look for it anywhere you will,
and I will think very little of you
if you do not find it.
I cannot find it.
You haven't looked properly.
I cannot find it.
I'll give you a hint.
I feel the ribbon.
Why are you trembling?
At...
at the pleasure of... of finding the ribbon.
You're a liar.
Company...
forward...
march!
DRUMS AND PIPES PLAY MARCH
Company eyes...ahead!
'About this time,
'the United Kingdom was in a state of great excitement
'from the threat, generally accredited,
'of a French invasion.
'And the noblemen and people of condition
'showed their loyalty
'by raising regiments of horse and foot to resist the invaders.
'Their scarlet coats and swaggering airs
'filled Barry with envy.'
Company eyes...
ahead!
'Bradytown sent a company
'to join the Kilwangen Regiment,
'of which John Quin was the captain.
'The whole country was alive with war's alarms,
'the three kingdoms ringing with military music.'
Make ready!
Present!
Fire!
WOMEN SCREAM
TRADITIONAL IRISH MUSIC PLAYS
What is the matter?
Nora, were you obliged
to dance five times with Captain Quin?
I don't care a fig for Captain Quin.
He dances prettily, to be sure,
and is a pleasant rattle of a man,
and he looks well in his regimentals, too.
If he chose to ask me to dance,
how could I refuse him?
But you refused me.
Oh, I can dance with you any day.
And to dance with your own cousin
looks as though
you could find no other partner.
Besides, Redmond,
Captain Quin is a man, and you're only a boy.
You haven't a guinea in the world.
If ever I meet him again,
you'll find out who is the best man.
I'll fight him sword or pistol,
captain as he is.
Redmond, don't be so silly.
I mean it, Nora.
But Captain Quin is already known
as a valiant soldier.
'Tis mighty well of you to fight farmer's boys.
But to fight an Englishman
is a very different matter.
Best have your Englishman take you home.
Redmond!
'Barry had resolved never to see Nora again.
'But such resolutions,
'though they may be steadfastly held
'for a whole week,
'are abandoned in a few moments of bleak despair.'
No, Nora, no.
Except for you and four others,
I vow before all the gods,
my heart has...
has never felt the soft flame.
Ah, you men...
You men, John.
Your passion is not equal to ours.
We're like...
like some plant I've read of.
We bear but one flower,
and then we die.
You mean you never felt
such an inclination for another?
Never, my John, but for thee.
How can you ask me such a question?
'Nora was chaperoned
'by her brothers Mick and Ulick,
'whose interests would be much affected
'by the favourable outcome
'of her affair with Captain Quin.'
Redmond, how nice to see you.
Redmond.
How could you do this to me, Nora?
In the name of heavens, what's the matter?
What are you talking about?
I think this might be an opportune moment
to return something to you.
Thank you, Redmond.
I must have forgotten them somewhere.
Yes, you did, Nora.
Captain Quin, may I have the honour
of introducing my cousin Redmond Barry?
Miss Brady...it would appear you have something
to discuss in private with this young man.
It might be best for me to withdraw.
I have nothing to discuss with my cousin in private.
It would appear
you have a great deal to discuss in private.
Good heavens. He is but a boy,
and don't signify any more than my parrot or lap dog.
Oh, indeed. Are you in the habit
of giving intimate articles of clothing
to your parrot or lap dog?
Mayn't I give a bit of ribbon
to my own cousin?
You're perfectly welcome, miss.
As many yards as you like.
When ladies make presents to gentlemen,
it is time for other gentlemen to retire.
I have the honour to wish you both a good day.
Jack Quin, what's the matter here?
I'll tell you, sir.
I've had enough of Miss Brady here
and your Irish ways.
Ain't used to 'em, sir.
What is it?
We'll make you used to our Irish ways,
or we'll adopt English ones.
It's not the English way
for ladies to have two lovers.
And so I'll thank you pay me the sum you owe,
and I resign all claims to this young lady.
If she has a fancy for schoolboys,
let her take him, sir.
Quin, you're joking!
I never was more in earnest.
John...wait!
Hang you for a meddling brat!
Your hand is in everybody's pie.
What business had you to come quarrelling here
with a gentleman who has 1,500 a year?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Redmond, me boy, take a seat.
INAUDIBLE
Mrs Brady and ladies, if you please.
This is the sort of toast
that's drunk a great deal too seldom in my family.
You'll please to receive it with all the honours.
Here's to Captain and Mrs John Quin,
and long life to them.
Go on. Kiss her, Jack, you rogue.
For faith, you've got a treasure.
WOMEN: Go on. Go on.
Go on, Jack. Go on.
That's a man.
GUESTS APPLAUD AND CHEER
Here's to a long and happy life together.
ALL: A long and happy life together.
Thank you.
Redmond.
CONVERSATION STOPS
Here is my toast to you, Captain John Quin.
GUESTS GASP
Redmond!
How dare you behave like that in my house!
Mrs Brady, take the children out.
Captain Quin, my dear fellow, are you all right?
In heaven's name,
what does all the row mean?
The fact is, sir, the young monkey's fallen in love with Nora.
He found herself and the captain
mighty sweet in the garden today,
and now he's for murdering Jack Quin.
I'll tell you what, Mr Brady,
I've been insulted grossly in this house.
I ain't at all satisfied
with these here ways of going on.
I'm an Englishman, I am, and a man of property!
As for this impudent young swine,
he should be horsewhipped!
Mr Quin can have satisfaction
any time he pleases,
by calling on Redmond Barry, Esquire,
of Barryville.
I'll see the boy home.
A pretty day's work of it you've made, Master Redmond.
Knowing your uncle to be distressed for money
and trying to break off a match
which would bring 1,500 a year into the family.
Quin has promised to pay off the £4,000
which is bothering your uncle so.
He takes a girl without a penny -
a girl that's flinging herself
at the head of every man in these parts these five years past
and missing them all.
And you, a boy...
who ought to be attached to your uncle
as to your father...
And so I am.
And this is the return you make for his kindness?
Didn't he harbour you in his house
when your father died?
Hasn't he given your mother, rent-free,
your fine house of Barryville yonder?
Mark this, and come what will of it.
I will fight the man
who pretends the hand of Nora Brady.
I'll follow him, if it's into the church,
and fight him there.
I'll have his blood, or he'll have mine.
Faith, and I believe you.
I never saw a lad more game in me life.
Give me a kiss, me dear boy.
You're after me own soul.
As long as Jack Grogan lives,
you shall never want a friend or a second.
Will you take my message to him?
Will you arrange a meeting?
Well, if it must be, it must.
Now, look here, Redmond, me boy.
This is a silly business.
The girl will marry Quin, mark my words.
And as sure as she does, you'll forget her.
You're but a boy,
and Quin is willing to consider you as such.
Isn't that right, Quin?
Yes. Right.
Now, Dublin's a fine place.
If you have a mind to take a ride there
and see the town for a month...
Here's ten guineas at your service.
Will that satisfy you, Captain Quin?
Yes, if Mr Barry will apologise
and go to Dublin,
I will consider the whole affair
honourably settled.
Say you're sorry, Redmond.
Go on. You can easily say that.
I'm not sorry.
And I'll not apologise.
And I'd as soon go to Dublin
as to hell.
Well, then...
There's nothing else for it.
God bless you, me boy.
This isn't one of my pistols.
It's all right. It's one of mine.
Yours will serve
if it's needed for the next round.
Good luck, Redmond.
Gentlemen...
..cock your pistols.
Gentlemen...
..aim your pistols.
One...
Two...
Three.
QUIN GRUNTS
Is he dead?
Quite dead.
This has been a sad day's work
for our family, Redmond Barry.
And you've robbed us of 1,500 a year.
Now, you'd better ride off
before the police are up.
They had wind of this business
before we left Kilwangen.
Come on, Redmond. I'll go home with you.
'How different Barry's fate might have been
'had he not fallen in love with Nora
'and had he not flung the wine in Captain Quin's face.'
You're alive!
'But he was destined to be a wanderer.
'And the battle with Quin
'set him on his travels at a very early age...
'as you shall soon see.'
The boy must go into hiding,
just for a short time, anyway.
Dublin's the best place for him to go.
He can stay there
till matters have blown over.
But the poor child
has never been away from home.
Wouldn't he be as safe here
as in Dublin?
I wish that were true, Aunt Belle,
now, you know I do.
But I'm afraid the bailiffs
may be on their way from Kilwangen.
Dublin is five days' ride away from here.
There's not a soul who will know him there.
I don't want to harp on unpleasant matters,
you know that.
But you do know what can happen to him
if he's taken?
I'll be all right.
I'll be all right in Dublin, Mother.
'No lad who has liberty for the first time
'and 20 guineas in his pocket
'is very sad.
'And Barry rode towards Dublin
'thinking not so much of the kind mother left alone
'and of the home behind him,
'but of tomorrow
'and all the wonders it would bring.'
Excuse me, miss.
Would it be possible to have a drink of water?
Yes, sir.
Good day to you, young sir.
Good day.
Will you join us in a drink?
No, thank you.
Would you like something to eat?
That's very kind of you,
but I have to be on my way.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Uh, excuse me, sir.
Good morning again, young sir.
Don't even think about it.
Get down off that horse.
Raise your hands high above your head,
please.
Come forward.
Stop.
How do you do?
I'm Captain Feeney.
Captain Feeney?
Captain Feeney at your service.
THE Captain Feeney?
None other.
May I introduce you to my son, Seamus?
How do you do?
To whom have I the honour
of speaking?
My name's Redmond Barry.
How do you do, Mr Barry?
Now, I'm afraid, we must get on
to the more regrettable stage
of our brief acquaintance.
Turn around, and keep your hands
high above your head, please.
There must be 20 guineas in gold here, Father.
Well, well, well. You seem to be
a very well set-up young gentleman, sir.
Captain Feeney,
that's all the money my mother had in the world.
Mightn't I be allowed to keep it?
I'm just one step ahead of the law myself.
I killed an English officer in a duel,
and I'm going to Dublin till things cool down.
Mr Barry, in my profession,
we hear many such stories.
Yours is one of the most intriguing
and touching I've heard in many weeks.
Nevertheless, I'm afraid I cannot grant your request.
But I'll tell you what I will do.
I'll allow you to keep
those fine pair of boots,
which in normal circumstances,
I would have for myself.
The next town is only five miles away,
and I suggest you now start walking.
Mightn't I be allowed to keep my horse?
I should like to oblige you,
but with people like us,
we must be able
to travel faster than our clients.
Good day, young sir.
You can put down your hands now, Mr Barry.
BIRD CALLS
DRUM BEATS
Gale's regiment on foot, commanded by
Lieutenant General Charles Gale,
which has so gloriously distinguished itself
during the recent troubles, wants several men
to supply the places of those veterans
who've deserved to be pensioned as lettermen,
at one shilling a day
for the rest of their lives.
All clever young fellows who are free and able
and are ambitious of becoming gentlemen
by bearing arms
are hereby invited to step up
and meet the recruiting officer,
who promises that they shall meet
with every encouragement
that merit and good behaviour
can entitle them to.
Those meeting the qualifications
will immediately receive
His Majesty's royal bounty
of one and a half guineas,
with complete clothing, arms,
and accoutrements.
King George...
and old England forever!
THEY CHEER
Left. Left.
Your left, right, left.
Left. Left.
Left, right, left.
'For a young gentleman in difficulty,
'who had killed a man in a duel
'and was anxious to find refuge from the law,
'the opportunity to earn distinction
'in the European wars
'seemed a great stroke of good fortune,
'and King George was too much in want of men
'to heed from whence they came.'
Hey, lad.
Lad!
Can I have a new beaker?
This one is full of grease.
MEN LAUGH
Covered in grease!
Give the gentleman a towel
and a basin of turtle soup!
MEN LAUGH
MAN LAUGHS
OTHERS LAUGH
MEN CHEER
If you want to vex him,
ask him about his wife,
the washerwoman who beats him.
Mr Toole...
is it a towel of your wife's washing?
They say she wipes your face often with one.
MEN: Ooh!
Ask him why
he wouldn't see her yesterday
when she came to the camp.
Why did you hide so yesterday
when Mrs Toole came to visit you?
You afraid of getting your ears boxed?
LAUGHTER
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
You may fight it out
with fists if you choose.
We'll form a square for that purpose.
Gentlemen, step this way, please.
Both shake hands.
Shake hands.
Take your stance.
No biting, kicking, or scratching.
The last man to remain standing is the winner.
Gentlemen, commence fighting...
now!
BYSTANDERS SHOUT
MEN CHEER
BAND PLAYS MARCH
'Barry's training continued at Dunleery camp,
'and within a month, he was transformed
'into a tall and proper young soldier.
'During this time,
'the regiment's strength was steadily increased
'by the arrival of other troops,
'in preparation for joining their gallant armies
'fighting in Germany.
'One of these occasions brought the welcome appearance
'of no other than his second in the fatal duel -
'Captain Grogan.'
It would've been better for all of us
if we'd known what had become of you.
Didn't you think of writing to your mother?
Of course I did.
But the shame I felt
of losing all her money...
my father's sword and pistols...
I couldn't tell her.
Your mother wouldn't care a pin about those things.
You are her only concern.
Now, you must sit down tonight
and write her a proper letter
and tell her that you're safe and well
and married to Brown Bess.
I will.
Is Miss Brady well?
There are only six Miss Bradys now.
Has something happened to Nora?
She took on so about your going away
that she was obliged to console herself
with a husband.
She is now Mrs John Quin.
Mrs John Quin?
Was there another John Quin?
No. The very same one, me boy.
He recovered from his wound.
The shot you hit him with
was not likely to hurt him,
for it was only made of tow.
Tow?
Do you think the Bradys would let you kill
1,500 a year out of the family?
The plan of the duel was all arranged
in order to get you out of the way,
for the cowardly Quin
could never be brought to marry,
from fear of you.
But hit him you certainly did, me lad,
with a fine, thick plugget of tow.
The fellow was so frightened
that he was an hour in coming to.
Are you in want of cash?
You may draw on me.
For I got a couple of hundred
out of your uncle for my share,
and while they last, you shall never want.
'It would require
'a great philosopher and historian
'to explain the causes
'of the famous Seven Years War,
'in which Europe was engaged
'and in which Barry's regiment
'was now on its way to take part.
'Let it suffice to say
'that England and Prussia were allies
'and at war against the French, the Swedes,
'the Russians, and the Austrians.'
DRUMMERS PLAY MARCH
'Barry's first taste of battle
'was only a skirmish
'against a small rear guard of Frenchmen
'who occupied an orchard beside a road
'down which, a few hours later,
'the English main force would wish to pass.
'Though this encounter
'is not recorded in any history books,
'it was memorable enough for those who took part.'
Compagnie, armes!
En joue!
Fire!
Compagnie, armes!
En joue!
Fire!
En joue!
Fire!
Appointez armes!
Fire!
I have only 100 guineas left
to give you,
for I lost the rest at cards last night.
Kiss me, me boy,
for we'll never meet again.
BARRY CRIES
'It is well to dream of glorious war
'in a snug armchair at home,
'but it is a very different thing
'to see it first-hand.
'And after the death of his friend,
'Barry's thoughts turned from those of military glory
'to those of finding a way to escape the service
'to which he was now tied for another six years.'
'Gentlemen may talk of the age of chivalry...
'but remember the ploughmen, poachers,
'and pickpockets whom they lead.
'It is with these sad instruments
'that your great warriors and kings
'have been doing their murderous work in the world.'
'A young man could hardly have fallen
'into worse circumstances
'than those in which Barry found himself,
'but fate did not intend
'he should remain long an English soldier,
'and an accident occurred
'which took him out of the service
'in a rather singular manner.'
Freddie,
I hope you won't be too angry with me
about this, but I've got something to tell you
which I don't think
you're going to be very happy about.
Oh? What is it?
First, you've got to promise me
that you're going keep your temper.
Jonathan,
don't be such a silly ass.
You're making a big mystery about it.
Now what on Earth is going on?
I'm afraid I shall have to go away again,
probably for about a fortnight.
Oh, my God.
You're not serious.
Yes, I'm afraid I am,
and there's nothing I can do about it.
Where are you going to this time?
I'm going to Bremen,
carrying important messages and dispatches
to Prince Henry.
But, Jonathan, you promised me the last time
it would be once and for all and never again.
Yes, I know.
I promise you, I've kept my part of the bargain,
but Pontersby insists I'm the only one on his staff
who can be entrusted...
'Here was the opportunity
'to escape from the army
'for which he had been searching.
'It was only a few miles through the forest
'to the area occupied by their Prussian allies,
'where this officer's uniform and papers
'should allow him to travel without suspicion
'and stay ahead of the news of his desertion,
'which would be sure to follow.'
We'll have precious little time together.
Are you terribly cross with me?
Damn you.
I can't stay cross with you for long.
Oh, Jonathan.
It's times like this that I realise
how much I care for you,
and how impossibly empty
life would be without you.
Oh, Frederick...
'Barry was very glad
'to see the blue and white uniforms
'of a company of Prussian infantry,
'which showed him
'that he was out of the land occupied by his own countrymen.
'His intention was to make for Holland,
'almost the only neutral country of Europe
'in those times,
'and thence to get a passage home somehow.
'As he rode away,
'Barry felt once more
'that he was in his proper sphere
'and determined never again
'to fall from the rank of a gentleman.'
Entschuldigen sie, Fraulein.
Ja?
Guten tag.
Sprechen sie Englisch?
I'm speaking little.
I have not eaten anything all day.
No food.
Is there an inn nearby
where I might receive a meal?
No, I don't think so.
There is nothing to eat something
since Grunburg.
Do you live near here?
Ja.
Would you feed me something to eat?
I'd be...I'd be happy to pay you.
I think so.
THUNDER CLAPS
SHE WHISPERS IN GERMAN
Is that a little boy or a little girl?
A boy.
And what's his name?
Peter.
And how old is Peter?
He is one years old.
And where might Peter's father be?
You mean, where he is?
Yes.
He is in the war.
And how long has he been gone?
Sorry. I didn't understand.
What?
Wie lange ist er schon weg?
Oh, a long time.
Since springtime.
It must be hard for you to be alone.
It is.
And...
..it must be very danger for you
to be in the war.
I'm an officer, and I must do my duty.
You are sometimes lonely?
Sometimes.
What did you say... What's your name?
Lieutenant Fakenham.
No, I mean...
what is the name before Fakenham?
Meine vorname?
Ja.
Ist Jonathan.
Jonathan.
Would you like to stay with me
for few days or sometimes?
That would be very nice.
Auf wiedersehen, mein schone Lischen.
Auf wiedersehen... Redmond.
Ich liebe dich.
Pass auch dich auf.
Gott behute dich.
'A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform
'must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly,
'or her life will be but a sad one.
'This heart of Lischen's
'was like many a neighbouring town
'and had been stormed and occupied several times
'before Barry came to invest it.'
'During the five years which the war had now lasted,
'the great and illustrious Frederick
'had so exhausted the males of his kingdom
'that he had to employ scores of recruiters,
'who would hesitate at no crime,
'including kidnapping, to keep supplied
'those brilliant regiments of his
'with food for powder.'
Good evening, sir.
I'm Captain Potzdorf.
May I ask to whom
I have the honour of speaking?
Good evening, Captain. I'm Lieutenant Fakenham,
Gale's regiment of foot.
Pleased to meet you.
Can we be of some assistance to you?
Thank you, Captain,
but I must continue on my way.
I'm carrying urgent dispatches.
May I ask your destination?
I'm travelling to Bremen.
To Bremen?
Well, then, you are obviously lost,
because Bremen is in the opposite direction.
Are you sure, Captain?
Yes, sir, I am.
Wouldn't you know it?
My departure was so hastily organised
that my orderly forgot to prepare
proper maps of the area.
Of course. I understand.
Please do not be offended, Lieutenant,
but may I ask
whether you are carrying your identity papers?
Yes, of course I am.
Would you allow me to see them?
Of course.
Here you are.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much, Lieutenant.
I hope I haven't inconvenienced you
in any way.
Not at all.
Now that we are riding in the same direction,
I'd be very honoured
if you'd allow me to offer you a meal
and a bed for the night
and a proper map drawn for the journey.
That's extremely kind of you, Captain.
I'd be honoured to accept your invitation.
'Barry was treated with great civility
'and was asked
'a thousand questions about England,
'which he answered as best he could,
'inventing a thousand stories.
'He described the King and the ministers,
'boasted that the British ambassador in Berlin
'was his uncle
'and even offered Captain Potzdorf
'a letter of introduction.
'His host seemed quite satisfied
'with these stories,
'but at the same time,
'he led Barry on
'with a skilful combination of questions and flattery.'
You will have to pardon me.
I know so little
about your country of England,
except that you are
the bravest nation in the world
and that we are really fortunate
to have such allies.
Lieutenant Fakenham,
let us drink to the friendship
of our two great nations.
To our two great nations.
MEN SING IN BACKGROUND
Aren't you lucky?
Going to Bremen tomorrow.
I know one of the loveliest women in Europe there.
May I ask you to take a letter to her?
Certainly.
By the way,
to whom are you carrying your dispatches?
General Williamson.
General Williamson?
Yes.
General Percival Williamson?
Yes. The same.
Sergeant.
Dieser mann es unter arrest.
Under arrest?
Captain Potzdorf, sir...
I'm a British officer.
You are a liar.
You are an impostor.
You are a deserter.
I suspected you this morning,
and your lies and folly
have confirmed this to me.
You pretend to carry dispatches
to a general
who has been dead these ten months.
You say your uncle
is the British ambassador in Berlin
with the ridiculous name of O'Grady.
Now will you join and take the bounty,
or will you be given up?
I volunteer.
'The Prussian Service
'was considerably worse than the English.
'The life that the private soldier led
'was a frightful one.
'Punishment was incessant,
'and every officer had the right to inflict it.
'The gauntlet was the most common penalty
'for minor offences.
'The more serious ones
'were punishable by mutilation
'or death.
'At the close of the Seven Years War,
'the army, so renowned for its disciplined valour,
'was officered by native Prussians,
'but it was composed, for the most part,
'of men from the lowest levels of humanity,
'hired or stolen from almost every nation in Europe.
'Thus, Barry fell into the very worst
'of courses and company,
'and was soon very far advanced
'in the science of every kind of misconduct.'
GUNFIRE
Leute!
Hol mich heraus!
Leute.
Hol mich heraus.
COUGHING
Leute, hol mich heraus.
COLONEL SPEAKS GERMAN
'The colonel's speech declared
'that the King had expressed his satisfaction
'with the conduct of the regiment
'at the battle of Audorf,
'and that the bravery of Corporal Redmond Barry
'in rescuing Captain Potzdorf
'was to be specially rewarded
'with the sum of two Frederick d'or.'
HE SPEAKS GERMAN
Corporal Barry, acht schritte vorwarts!
Marsch!
Corporal Barry.
You're a gallant soldier
and have evidently come of good stock,
but you're idle, dissolute, and unprincipled.
You've done a great deal of harm to the men.
For all your talents and bravery,
I'm sure you will come to no good.
I hope Colonel Bulow is mistaken
regarding my character.
I have fallen into bad company,
it is true,
but I've only done
as other soldiers have done.
And I never had a kind friend
or protector before
to show I was worthy of better things.
The Colonel may say I'm a ruined lad
and send me to the devil.
But be sure of this -
I would go to the devil
to serve the regiment.
Corporal Barry, abtreten!
'The war was soon ended,
'and Barry's regiment
'was garrisoned in the capital.
'He had, for some time now,
'ingratiated himself considerably
'with Captain Potzdorf,
'whose confidence in him
'was about to bring its reward.'
Good morning, Redmond.
Good morning, Captain Potzdorf.
I should like you to meet my uncle,
the minister of police,
Herr von Potzdorf.
Good morning, Herr Minister.
Redmond, I've spoken to the minister
regarding your services,
and your fortune is made.
We shall get you out of the army,
appoint you to the police bureau,
and, in time,
we'll allow you to move in a better sphere
than that which fortune has hitherto placed you.
Thank you, Captain Potzdorf.
Redmond, your loyalty to me
and your service to the regiment
has pleased me very well.
And now there's another occasion
on which you may
make yourself useful to us,
and if you succeed,
depend on it,
your reward will be secure.
I'll do the best I can, sir.
There's lately come to Berlin
a gentleman in the service
of the Empress Queen of Austria
who calls himself
the Chevalier du Balibari.
He appears to follow
the profession of a gambler.
He's a libertine...
fond of women, of good food...
polished, obliging.
He speaks French and German indifferently,
but we have some reason
to fancy that this Monsieur de Balibari
is a native
of your country of Ireland...
..and that he has come here as a spy.
Naturally, your knowledge of English
makes you an ideal choice to go into his service
and to find out for us
whether or not he is a spy.
Does this assignment interest you?
You may be certain, Herr Minister,
I'm interested in anything
that can be of service to yourself
and to Captain Potzdorf.
Of course, you will not know a word of English,
and if the chevalier asks
as to the particularity of your accent,
say you are Hungarian.
You served in the war.
You left the army on account of weakness in the loins.
You then served Monsieur du Quellenburg
for two years.
He's with the army in Silesia,
but you'll have a certificate
signed by him.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Komm herein.
Guten morgen, euer Gnaden.
Also hier ist der junger Mann,
dem mir Seebach empfohlen hat.
Jawohl, euer Gnaden.
Hier sind meine Zuegnisse.
Seine Name ist Lazlo Zilagy?
Jawohl, euer Gnaden.
Er ist mir sehr
von Monsieur de Quellenburg empfohlen.
Monsieur von Quellenburg war ein sehr gute Herr.
'It was very imprudent of him,
'but when Barry saw the splendour of the chevalier's appearance,
'the nobleness of his manner,
'he felt it impossible to keep disguise with him.
'Those who have never been out of their country
'know little what it is
'to hear a friendly voice in captivity,
'and there's many a man who will not understand
'the cause of the burst of feeling
'which was now about to take place.'
Er scheint mir der Richtige zu sein.
Danke schon, euer Gnaden.
Ist er nicht wohl?
Sir...
I-I have a confession to make to you.
I'm an Irishman...
..and my name is Redmond Barry.
I was abducted into the Prussian army
two years ago
and now have been put into your service
by my Captain Potzdorf
and his uncle, the minister of police...
..to serve as a watch upon your...actions...
..and to give information to the same quarter.
HE CRIES
'The chevalier was as much affected as Barry
'at thus finding one of his countrymen.'
You'll be all right.
'For he, too, was an exile from home,
'and a friendly voice, a look,
'brought the old country back to his memory again.'
He goes to church regularly.
He's very religious,
and after hearing mass,
he comes home for breakfast.
He then takes an airing in his carriage.
'Barry presented his reports regularly
'at the minister's office.
'The details were arranged
'between him and the chevalier beforehand.
'He was instructed,
'and it is always far the best way,
'to tell as much truth
'as his story would possibly bear.
'It will be seen that the information he gave
'was very minute and accurate,
'though not very important.'
..but who does not acknowledge him.
Wein oder Punch, euer Gnaden?
Wein.
'It was agreed
'that Barry should keep his character of valet,
'that in the presence of strangers,
'he should not know a word of English,
'and he should keep a good lookout on trumps
'when serving the champagne and punch about.
'And having a remarkably fine eyesight
'and a great natural aptitude,
'he was speedily able
'to give his dear patron much assistance
'against his opponents at the green table.
'If, for instance,
'he wiped the table with a napkin,
'it was to show the enemy was strong in diamonds.
'If he adjusted a chair, it meant ace, king.
'If he said, "Punch or wine, milord?"
'hearts was meant, and so forth.
'The prince of Turbingen was a nobleman
'who had intimate connections
'with the great Frederick.
'He was passionately fond of play,
'as indeed, were the gentlemen
'of almost all the courts of Europe.'
Sie schulden 15,500 Friedrich d'or.
Chevalier...
..though I cannot say how...
..I believe you have cheated me.
I deny your grace's accusation
and beg you to say how you have been cheated.
I don't know,
but I believe I have been.
Your grace owes me 15,500 Frederick d'or,
which I have honourably won.
Chevalier...
..if you will have your money now,
you must fight for it.
If you will be patient,
maybe I will pay you something another time.
Your grace,
if I am to be so tame as to take this,
then I must give up
an honourable and lucrative occupation.
I have said all there is to be said.
I am at your disposal
for whatever purposes you wish.
Goodnight.
Was the prince cheated?
In as far as I'm able to tell of such things,
Herr Minister, no.
I believe the chevalier won the money fairly.
Hmm.
What are
the chevalier's intentions?
I'm not sure.
The prince told him quite clearly
that if he wished to have his money,
he'd have to fight for it.
A meeting with the Prince of Turbingen
is impossible.
The prince has left him only that choice.
Now, will you be able to return here tomorrow
without arousing suspicion?
I know they won't allow
a meeting with the prince.
But if I say that,
do you know any reason
why he'll pay me the money he owes me?
You must tell them
I intend to demand satisfaction.
Don't look so downcast, my boy.
There's no harm they can do to me.
My friends in the Austrian embassy
will see to that.
The worse they can do
is send me out of this dreary country of theirs.
But if they should, make your mind easy.
You shall not be left behind.
Have no fear of that.
The King has determined
to send the chevalier out of the country.
Has he already demanded satisfaction?
Not yet, Herr Minister,
but I believe he intends to.
Possibly today.
Then this must be done tomorrow.
All the arrangements are made.
Redmond...
..you've said he takes a drive in his carriage
after breakfast every day.
Yes, sir.
Is there reason to believe
he'll do any different tomorrow?
No, sir.
Good. When the chevalier
comes out to his carriage
tomorrow morning,
two officers will meet him
and escort him to the frontier.
His baggage will be sent after him.
Excellent.
'At 10.00 the next morning,
'The Chevalier de Balibari
'went out for his regular morning drive.'
Where is my servant, Lazlo?
I will let down the steps
for your honour.
What is the meaning of this?
Please get inside, your honour.
Am I under arrest?
We are going to drive to the frontier.
To the frontier?
But I'm on my way
to the Austrian ambassador's house.
I'm sorry, your honour.
My orders are to escort you to the frontier
and see you safely across the border.
But I'm not going to the frontier.
I'm going to the Austrian ambassador's house.
I have important business there.
My orders are to take your honour to the frontier
by any means which may be necessary.
But if you come along willingly,
I am to give you this purse
on behalf of the Prince of Turbingen,
containing 2,000 Frederick d'or.
All Europe shall hear of this.
'And so...
'without papers or passport,
'and under the eyes of two Prussian officers,
'Barry was escorted across the frontier
'into Saxony and freedom.
'The chevalier himself
'had uneventfully crossed the frontier
'the night before.
'And by these wonderful circumstances,
'Barry was once more free again
'and began his professional work
'as a gamester,
'resolving thenceforward and forever
'to live the life of a gentleman.'
Quatre cent.
'Soon there was no court in Europe
'where he and the chevalier were not received.
'And they were speedily in the very best society,
'where play was patronised
'and professors of that science
'always welcome.'
Pourquoi pas?
Tout. Tout, oui.
Shh!
CHEVALIER: Rien ne va plus.
Numero sept...
perdant.
Faites vos jeux.
Chevalier, will you give me credit
for 5,000 Louis d'or, please?
Of course, Lord Ludd.
Cinq mille.
Maintenant, tout sur le quatre.
Rien ne va plus.
Le quatre est perdant.
Faites vos jeux.
Ce n'est pas important.
Maintenant, je suis fatigue.
Je desire diner.
Allons-nous?
Excuse me, Lord Ludd...
if you don't mind.
Not at all.
'They always played on credit
'with any person of honour or noble lineage.
'They never pressed for their winnings
'or declined to receive promissory notes
'in lieu of gold,
'but woe to the man who did not pay
'when the note became due.
'Redmond Barry was sure to wait upon him with his bill,
'and there were very few bad debts.
'It was his great skill with a sword
'and readiness to use it
'that maintained the reputation of the firm,
'so to speak.'
En garde.
I will pay you today, sir.
'Thus it will be seen that their life,
'for all its splendour,
'was not without some danger and difficulty,
'requiring talent and determination for success,
'and one which required them
'to live a wandering and disconnected life.
'And if the truth be told,
'though they were swimming
'upon the high tide of fortune
'and prospering with the cards,
'they had little to show for their labour
'but some fine clothes and a few trinkets.'
'Five years in the army
'and some considerable experience of the world
'had by now dispelled
'any of those romantic notions regarding love
'with which Barry commenced life,
'and he began to have it in mind,
'as so many gentlemen have done before him,
'to marry a woman of fortune and condition.
'And, as such things so often happen,
'these thoughts closely coincided
'with his setting first sight upon a lady
'who will henceforth play a considerable part
'in the drama of his life -
'the Countess of Lyndon,
'Viscountess Bullingdon of England,
'Baroness Castle Lyndon of the kingdom of Ireland -
'a woman of vast wealth and great beauty.
'She was the wife
'of the right honourable Sir Charles Reginald Lyndon,
'Knight of the Bath,
'and minister to George III
'and several of the smaller courts of Europe.
'A cripple wheeled about in a chair,
'worn out by gout and a myriad of diseases.
'Her Ladyship's chaplain, Mr Runt,
'acted in the capacity as tutor to her son,
'the little Viscount Bullingdon,
'a melancholy little boy,
'much attached to his mother.'
Rien ne va plus.
Faites vos jeux.
Rien ne va plus.
CROWD GASPS
Ace.
CROWD GASPS
Samuel,
I'm going outside for a breath of air.
Yes, milady, of course.
'To make a long story short,
'six hours after they met,
'her Ladyship was in love,
'and once Barry got into her company,
'he found innumerable occasions
'to improve his intimacy
'and was scarcely out of her Ladyship's sight.'
Good evening, gentlemen.
Good evening. Good evening.
Sir Charles.
Good evening, Mr Barry.
Have you done with my lady?
I beg your pardon?
Come, come, sir.
I'm a man who would rather be known
as a cuckold than a fool.
I think, Sir Charles Lyndon,
that you've had too much to drink.
What?
As it happens,
your chaplain Mr Runt
introduced me into the company of your lady
to advise me on a religious matter,
of which she is a considerable expert.
Ah-choo!
HE LAUGHS
Ah-choo!
He wants to step into my shoes.
HE COUGHS
He wants to step into my shoes.
Is it not a pleasure, gentlemen, for me,
as I am drawing near the goal,
to find my home such a happy one,
my wife so fond of me
that she's thinking of appointing a successor?
Isn't it a comfort,
my prudent housewife getting everything ready
for her husband's departure?
I hope you're not thinking of leaving us soon,
Sir Charles.
Not so soon, my dear,
as you may fancy, perhaps.
Why, man, I've been given over
many times these four years,
and there was always a candidate or two
waiting to apply for the situation.
I'm sorry for you, Mr Barry.
It grieves me to keep you
or any gentleman waiting.
Had you not better arrange with my doctor
or have the cook flavour my omelette with arsenic?
What are the odds, gentlemen,
that I live to see Mr Barry hang yet?
Sir, let those laugh that win.
Gentlemen.
Ohh!
HE COUGHS
HE GASPS FOR BREATH
HE GASPS
I'll get a surgeon.
Have some brandy, Sir Charles.
'From a report
'in the Saint James' chronicle -
'"Died at Spa, in the kingdom of Belgium,
'"the right honourable Sir Charles Reginald Lyndon,
'"knight of the Bath,
'"member of parliament,
'"and, for many years,
'"His Majesty's representative
'"at various European courts.
'"He has left behind him
'"a name which is endeared to all his friends..."'
Dearly beloved,
we are gathered together here in the sight of God
and in the face of this congregation
to join together this man and this woman...
'A year later,
'on the 15th of June,
'in the year 1773,
'Redmond Barry had the honour
'to lead to the altar
'the Countess of Lyndon.
'The ceremony was performed
'by the Reverend Samuel Runt,
'her Ladyship's chaplain.'
"..is not in any way to be enterprised
"nor taken in hand unadvisedly,
"lightly, or wantonly
"to satisfy men's carnal lusts and appetites
"like brute beasts that have no understanding...
"..but reverently,
"discreetly,
"advisedly,
"soberly,
"and in the fear of God,
"duly considering the causes
"for which matrimony was ordained.
"First, it was ordained for the procreation of children
"to be brought up
"in the fear and nurture of the Lord
"and to the praise of His holy name.
"Secondly, it was ordained
"for a remedy against sin
"and to avoid fornication that such persons..."
'Barry had now arrived
'at the pitch of prosperity,
'and by his own energy,
'had raised himself to a higher sphere of society,
'having procured
'His Majesty's gracious permission
'to add the name of his lovely lady to his own.
'Thenceforth,
'Redmond Barry assumed the style and title
'of Barry Lyndon.'
Redmond, would you mind not smoking for a while?
Redmond?
'Lady Lyndon was soon destined
'to occupy a place in Barry's life
'not very much more important
'than the elegant carpets and pictures
'which would form the pleasant background
'of his existence.'
My Lord Bullingdon,
you seem particularly glum today.
You should be happy
that your mother has remarried.
Not in this way...
..and not in such haste...
..and certainly not to this man.
I think you judge your mother too harshly.
Do you not...like your new father?
Not very much.
He seems to me
little more than a common opportunist.
I don't think he loves my mother at all.
And it hurts me very much
to see her make such a fool of herself.
'At the end of a year,
'her Ladyship presented Barry with a son.
'Bryan Patrick Lyndon, they called him.'
# Now none of those ancient heroes
# E'er saw a cannonball
# Or knew the force of powder
# To slay their foes with awe
# But all their boys do know it
# And banish all their fears
# Well, it's row, row, row, row, row
# To the richest grenadiers #
'Her Ladyship and Barry lived, after a while,
'pretty separate.
'She preferred quiet, or to say the truth,
'he preferred it for her -
'being a great friend
'to a modest and tranquil behaviour in woman.
'Besides, she was a mother
'and would have great comfort
'in the dressing, educating, and dandling
'of their little Bryan,
'for whose sake it was fit,
'Barry believed, that she should give up
'the pleasures and frivolities of the world,
'leaving that part of the duty
'of every family of distinction
'to be performed by him.'
'Lady Lyndon tended to a melancholy
'and maudlin temper.
'And, left alone by her husband,
'was rarely happy or in good humour.
'Now she must add jealousy to her other complaints
'and find rivals even among her maids.'
Samuel, what would the time be?
25 minutes past eleven, milady.
Shall we make this the last game, ladies?
Yes. Yes.
"Les coeurs,
"l'un par l'autre attires,
"se communiquent leur substance,
"tels deux miroirs,
"a dos l'un a l'autre poses,
"concentrent la lumiere et se la reflechissent.
"Les rayons,
"tour a tour recueillis, divises,
"en se multipliant s'accroissent,
"s'embellissent,
"et d'autant plus actifs
"qu'ils se sont plus croises,
"au meme point se reunissent.
"Quel spectacle je vois
"sur un lit verdoyant
"Enrichi de l'email de maintes fleurs naissantes."
KNOCK ON DOOR
Good morning, ladies.
Good morning, sir.
Would you mind excusing us?
I would like a word alone with Lady Lyndon.
Madam.
I'm sorry.
This coat is made of the finest velvet,
all cunningly worked, as you see, with silver thread.
No finer velvet has ever been woven,
and you will see none better anywhere.
Pardon me, gentlemen.
Good morning, dearest.
Good morning.
We're taking the children for a ride to the village.
We'll be back in time for tea.
Have a nice time. I'll see you then.
Goodbye, little Bryan.
Yes. Mmm.
Lord Bullingdon.
Take good care of your mother.
Come now,
give your father a proper kiss.
Lord Bullingdon,
is that the way to behave to your father?
Lord Bullingdon, have you lost your tongue?
My father was Sir Charles Lyndon.
I have not forgotten him if others have.
Lord Bullingdon, you have insulted your father.
BABY CRIES
Mother, you have insulted my father.
Dearest, will you excuse Lord Bullingdon and me?
We have something to discuss in private.
Gentlemen.
One...
..two...
..three...
..four...
..five...
..six.
Lord Bullingdon...
I have always been willing
to live with you on terms of friendship,
but be clear about one thing -
as men serve me, I serve them.
I've never laid a cane on the back of a lord before.
But if you force me to,
I shall speedily become used to the practice.
Do you have anything to say for yourself?
No.
You may go.
'Barry believed, and not without some reason,
'that it had been
'a declaration of war against him by Bullingdon
'from the start,
'and that the evil consequences which ensued
'were entirely of Bullingdon's creating.'
I shall make you into a real magician now, Bryan.
I shall show you the knot that never was.
'As Bullingdon grew up to be a man,
'his hatred for Barry assumed an intensity
'equalled only by his increased devotion
'to his mother.'
Very good, Bryan. A little bow.
Thank you very much indeed.
'For Bryan's eighth birthday,
'the local nobility, gentry, and their children
'came to pay their respects.'
The inside is quite empty.
The outside's quite empty.
Wave your hand over the top, Bryan.
Is anything there?
Yes! Oh!
Wonderful, wonderful, colourful silk handkerchiefs.
Take a bow, Bryan.
APPLAUSE You did that beautifully.
Very good indeed.
Let's see if you have something behind your ear.
Yes, you have.
A little ball. Let's make it vanish.
It's gone, Bryan. Here it is!
Behind my elbow.
I want you to wave your hand over my silk handkerchief
and see whether we can produce...
a magic flower.
I wonder if we can.
There it comes. Look at that.
We have the colours of the rainbow.
There they are.
You know, all the colours of the rainbow
produce but one colour, Bryan.
Nothing in my magic cabinet.
They produce the colour white.
And there is my own...
beautiful...
white rabbit.
Bryan, you did that very well.
Take a bow. That's right.
CHILDREN SQUEAL
We crept up on their fort,
and I jumped over the wall first.
My fellows jumped after me.
Oh, you should've seen the Frenchmen's faces
when 23 rampaging he-devils,
sword and pistol, cut and thrust,
pell-mell came tumbling into their fort.
In three minutes,
we left as many artillerymen's heads
as there were cannonballs.
Later that day, we were visited by our noble Prince Henry.
"Who is the man who has done this?"
I stepped forward.
"How many heads was it," says he, "that you cut off?"
"Nineteen," says I, Besides wounding several."
Well, when he heard it,
I'll be blessed if he didn't burst into tears.
"Noble, noble fellow," he said.
"Here is 19 golden guineas for you -
"one for each head that you cut off."
Now, what do you think of that?
Were you allowed to keep the heads?
No. The heads always become the property of the king.
Will you tell me another story?
I'll tell you another story tomorrow.
Will you play cards with me tomorrow?
Of course I will.
Now go to sleep.
Will you keep the candles lit?
Now, Bryan, big boys don't sleep with the candles lit.
But I'm afraid of the dark.
But, my darling, there's nothing to be afraid of.
But I like it with the candles lit.
It's all right.
You can sleep with the candles lit.
Thank you, Papa.
Goodnight.
Ah, Redmond.
It's a blessing to see
my darling boy has attained the position
I always knew was his due...
and for which I pinched myself to educate him.
Little Bryan is a darling boy,
and you live in great splendour.
Your lady wife knows
she has a treasure she couldn't have had
had she taken a duke to marry her.
What if one day she should tire of my wild Redmond
and his old-fashioned Irish ways?
Or if she should die,
what future would there be for my son...
and my grandson?
You have not a penny of your own
and cannot transact any business
without the Countess' signature.
Upon her death,
the entire estate
would go to young Bullingdon...
..who bears you little affection.
You could be penniless tomorrow,
and darling Bryan
at the mercy of his stepbrother.
Shall I tell you something?
There is only one way
for you and your son
to have real security.
You must obtain a title.
I shall not rest until I see you Lord Lyndon.
You have important friends.
They can tell you how these things are done.
For money, well-timed and properly applied,
can accomplish anything.
'And, to be sure, Barry was acquainted
'with someone who knew how these things were done.
'This was none other than the distinguished barrister
'and former government minister, Lord Hallam,
'whose acquaintance he had made, as he had so many others,
'at the gaming table.'
Do you happen to know Gustavus Adolphus,
the 13th Earl of Wendover?
I don't believe I do.
Well, sir, this nobleman
is one of the gentlemen of His Majesty's closet,
and one with whom our revered monarch
is on terms of considerable intimacy.
In my opinion,
you would be wise to fix upon him
your chief reliance for the advancement
of your claim to the peerage, which he prefers to get.
When I take up a person, Mr Lyndon,
he, or she, is safe.
There is no question about them anymore.
My friends are the best people.
Oh, I don't mean
that they're the most virtuous...
or, indeed, the least virtuous
or the cleverest or the stupidest
or the richest or the best born...
but the best.
In a word,
people about whom there is no question.
I cannot promise you how long it will take.
You can appreciate it is not an easy matter.
But any gentleman with an estate
and 30,000 a year should have a peerage.
And there, standing behind me
was a total stranger.
So I looked at him, and he said to me,
"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me,
"is Lord Wendover alive or dead?"
THEY LAUGH
I was so astonished I couldn't think of what to say.
Then I became a bit angry, and so I said to him, "He's dead."
'The striving after this peerage
'was one of Barry's most unlucky dealings at this time.
'He made great sacrifices to bring it about.
'He lavished money here
'and diamonds there.
'He bought lands at ten times their value
'and purchased pictures and articles of virtue
'at ruinous prices.
'He gave repeated entertainments to those friends to his claim
'who, being about the royal person, were likely to advance it.
'And, I can tell you, bribes were administered,
'and in high places, too -
'so near the royal person of His Majesty
'that you would be astonished to know what great noblemen
'condescended to receive his loans.'
This is by Ludovico Cordi,
a disciple of Alessandro Alori.
It's dated 1605 and shows
the adoration of the Magi.
It's beautiful. Yes.
I love the use of the colour blue by the artist.
Yes, indeed. That is very beautiful.
What, may I ask, is the price of this work?
Well, this is one of my best pictures...
but if you really like it,
I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.
Count Andragiet.
Mr Henry Drummond. Mr Drummond.
Sir Gilbert Elliot, Your Majesty. Sir Gilbert.
Lord Wendover, Your Majesty.
I'm glad to see you here today, Lord Wendover.
Tell me, what news of Lady Wendover?
Thank you, Your Majesty. Lady Wendover is much better.
Good. Good. Present my compliments to her.
Say we miss her company here.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
What of those excellent boys of yours? They're very well.
Charles is at sea under Captain Geary on the Ramilies,
and John has gone to Oxford to be taught how to preach and pray.
Good. Good.
Your Majesty, may I present Mr Barry Lyndon.
Your Majesty. Mr Lyndon.
We were very fond of Sir Charles Lyndon.
How is Lady Lyndon?
She's very well, Your Majesty.
Mr Lyndon has raised troops and sent them to America
to fight the rebels against Your Majesty's crown.
Good. That's right, Mr Lyndon.
Raise another company and go with them, too.
Sir Christopher Neville.
Sir Christopher.
Peregrine Cavendish.
Sir Peregrine.
'Barry was one of those
'born clever enough at gaining a fortune,
'but incapable of keeping one,
'for the qualities and energies
'which lead a man to achieve the first
'are often the very cause of his ruin
'in the latter case.
'Now he was burdened with the harassing cares
'and responsibilities which are the dismal adjuncts
'of great rank and property.
'And his life at this period
'seemed to consist of little more than drafts of letters
'to lawyers and money brokers
'and endless correspondence with decorators and cooks.'
Gentlemen,
I'm leaving you on your own for a few minutes.
You may carry on with your work. Yes, sir.
Bully?
Hmm?
What does...
"strenuous" mean?
Bryan, I'm trying to work.
But what does it mean?
It means...
an effort requiring strength.
What does "quadrangle" mean?
A quadrangle is a four-sided figure like a square or a rectangle.
Now, please be quiet, Bryan, and let me get on with my own work.
CLACK
Bryan, please be quiet.
Have you seen my pencil?
No, Bryan, I haven't.
CLATTER
Bryan, please stop making so much noise.
That's my pencil! Give it to me! No, it isn't.
Yes, it is! It's my pencil! Bryan, go sit down!
It's my pencil!
Listen! Will you be quiet!
My pencil!
I'll teach you a lesson.
SCREAMING
What the devil is going on in here?
I told you never to lay a hand on this child.
BRYAN CRIES
One...
..two...
..three... HE CRIES IN PAIN
..four...
..five...
..six.
Will that be all, Mr Redmond Barry?
Yes, that will be all.
Well, then look you now.
From this moment,
I will submit to no further chastisement from you.
I will kill you if you lay hands on me ever again.
Is that entirely clear to you, sir?
Get out of here.
CHAMBER MUSIC PLAYS
LOUD CLOMPING
MUSIC DIES OUT
Don't you think he fits my shoes very well, your Ladyship?
Dear child...
what a pity it is
I am not dead for your sake.
The Lyndons would then have a worthy representative
and enjoy all the benefits
of the illustrious blood of the Barrys of Barryville.
Would they not...
Mr Redmond Barry?
From the way I love this child, my Lord,
you ought to know
how I would have loved his elder brother
had he proved worthy of any mother's affection.
Madam!
I have borne as long as mortal could endure
the ill treatment of the insolent Irish upstart
whom you've taken into your bed.
It is not only the lowness of his birth
and the general brutality of his manners
which disgusts me,
but the shameful nature of his conduct towards your Ladyship,
his brutal and ungentlemanlike behaviour, his open infidelity,
his shameless robberies and swindling of my property and yours.
And as I cannot personally chastise this low-bred ruffian,
and as I cannot bear to witness his treatment of you
and loathe his horrible society as if it were the plague,
I have decided to leave my home and never return -
at least during his detested life,
or during my own.
SHE SOBS
Oh!
WOMEN SCREAM
SCREAMING
Good day, milord.
Good day, Barker.
Will anyone be joining Your Lordship?
No, I shall be alone.
Thank you.
The roast beef's very good, milord.
Mmm.
Hello, Neville. How are you?
Ah, Barry, hello.
I see you're alone. Why don't you come over and join me?
Well, thank you, Barry. You're very kind,
but I'm expecting someone to join me soon.
Ah, what a shame.
Lady Lyndon and I have missed your company lately.
Please give my respects to Lady Lyndon
and say I've been very busy of late and not been able to go about much.
I shall. By the way, on the eighth of next month
we're having some guests over for cards.
We'd love to have you and Lady Wendover join us.
I'll check my diary,
but I think I'm engaged on that evening.
Well, I hope you're not engaged.
We'd love to see you again.
If I may, I'll write and say if I'm free or not.
I look forward to hearing from you.
It's nice to see you again, Neville.
'If he had murdered Lord Bullingdon,
'Barry could scarcely have been received
'with more coldness and resentment
'than now followed him in town and country.
'His friends fell away from him,
'and a legend arose of his cruelty to his stepson.
'Now all the bills came down on him together -
'all the bills he had been contracting
'for the years of his marriage,
'which the creditors sent in with a hasty unanimity.
'Their amount was frightful.
'Barry was now bound up
'in an extricable toil of bills and debts,
'of mortgages and insurances,
'and in all the evils attendant upon them.
'And Lady Lyndon's income was hampered almost irretrievably
'to satisfy these claims.'
Do you think that's good?
Excellent.
Who's this?
It's a peacock on the wall.
What's it say?
"I saw this bird yesterday."
Who's that?
Mama in her coach.
Is she going to London?
I don't know.
Parry.
'Barry had his faults.
'But no man could say of him
'that he was not a good and tender father.
'He loved his son with a blind partiality.
'He denied him nothing.
'It is impossible to convey
'what high hopes he had for the boy
'and how he indulged in a thousand fond anticipations
'as to his future success and figure in the world.
'But fate had determined
'that he should leave none of his race behind him
'and that he should finish his life
'poor, lonely, and childless.'
Papa. Yes, Bryan?
Will you buy me a horse?
Will I buy you a horse? Yes, Papa.
But you already have little Julia.
But Julia's only a pony. I want a real horse.
Then I can ride on the hunt.
You think you're big enough for the hunt, do you?
Yes, Papa.
Jonathan Plunkett is only a year older than I am,
and he rides with his papa.
Well, I'll have to think about it.
Please say yes, Papa.
There's nothing I want in the whole world more than a horse.
I'll think about it.
Oh, thank you, Papa, thank you.
How much are you asking for him?
100 guineas.
He's a nice little horse,
but I don't think he's worth 100 guineas.
75 seems more like the right price.
I'll accept 80 guineas and not a shilling less.
Five guineas should never keep two gentlemen from their drink.
80 it will be.
Done, sir.
Timmy, take the horse over to Doolan's Farm
and tell him he needs breaking in.
Say it's for Master Bryan's birthday next week.
I want it to be a surprise. Remember that yourself.
Yes, sir.
Papa...
What is it, lad?
Did you buy the horse?
Horse? What horse is that?
The horse you were going to buy me for my birthday.
I know nothing about any horse.
But one of the boys in the stable told Nelly you'd already bought it
and it was at Doolan's Farm
where Mick the groom was breaking it in.
Is that true?
Bryan, when is your birthday?
Next Tuesday.
You'll have to wait till then to find out.
Then it's true. It's true.
Oh, thank you, Papa.
Bryan?
Yes, Mama?
Promise me you will not ride that horse
except in the company of your father.
Yes, Mama. I promise.
And I promise Your Lordship a good flogging
if you even so much as go to Doolan's Farm
to see him before your birthday. Yes, Papa.
You understand that? Yes, Papa.
You promise me? Yes, Papa. I promise.
All right, eat your food.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.
Good morning, sir.
Good morning, reverend.
I'm sorry to trouble you with this, Mr Lyndon,
but I believe Master Bryan may have disobeyed your orders
and stolen away to Doolan's Farm.
On going to the boy's room this morning,
I found his bed empty.
The cook said she saw him cross the yard at daybreak.
Didn't you see him go?
He must have passed through my room while I was asleep.
Oh, my God!
What has happened here?
I-I noticed the lad
riding across the field, sir,
and having trouble with the horse,
which was playing up a bit.
Suddenly the animal plunged and reared,
and the poor lad was thrown.
Oh, Bryan, why did you disobey me?
I'm sorry, Papa.
You won't whip me, will you?
No, my darling, I won't whip you.
William, you take my horse
and you ride like the devil for Dr Broughton.
Tell him whatever he's doing he must come at once.
You understand? Yes, sir.
'The doctors were called.
'But what does a doctor avail
'in a contest with a grim, invincible enemy?
'Such as came could only confirm
'the hopelessness of the poor child's case.
'He remained yet with his parents for two days.
'And a sad comfort it was to know he was in no pain.'
Papa?
Papa.
Am I going to die?
No, my darling, you're not going to die.
You're going to get better.
But I can't feel anything...
except in my hands.
Does that mean I'm already dead in part of my body?
No, my darling, it's where you were hurt by the horse.
But you're going to be all right now.
Papa, if I die, will I go to heaven?
Of course you will, my darling.
But you're not going to die.
Mama, give me your hand.
Papa, give me your hand.
Will you both promise me something?
Yes.
Promise me never to quarrel so,
but to love each other
so that we may meet again...
in heaven.
Where Bullingdon said quarrelsome people would never go.
We promise.
Now will you tell me the story about the fort?
Of course.
We crept up on the fort...
..and I jumped over the wall first,
and my fellows jumped after me.
And you should have seen the look...
on the Frenchmen's faces
when 23 rampaging he-devils, sword and pistol,
cut and thrust, pell-mell, came tumbling into the fort.
In three minutes' time...
..we left...
"I am the resurrection and the life,
"saith the Lord.
"He that believeth in me,
"though he were dead,
"yet shall he live.
"And whosoever liveth and believeth in me
"shall never die."
"I know that my redeemer liveth
"and that he shall stand
"at the latter day upon the Earth.
"And though, after my skin, worms destroy this body,
"yet in my flesh shall I see God.
"Whom I shall see for myself
"and mine eyes shall behold
"and not another."
"We brought nothing into this world,
"and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
"The Lord gave,
"and the Lord hath taken away.
"Blessed be the name of the lord."
'Barry's grief was inconsolable.
'And such solace as he could find
'came only from drink.
'His mother was the only person in his misfortune
'who would remain faithful to him.
'And many a night,
'when he was unconscious of her attention,
'saw him carried off to bed.'
"O blessed Lord,
"the Father of mercies and the God of all comforts,
"we beseech thee,
"look down in pity and compassion upon this, thy afflicted servant.
"Thou writest bitter things against her and makest her to possess..."
'Her Ladyship, always vaporish and nervous,
'plunged into devotion with so much fervour
'that you would have imagined her almost distracted at times.'
'In the doleful conditions
'which now prevailed at Castle Hackton,
'the entire management of the house
'and of the Lyndon Estate
'fell to Mrs Barry, whose spirit of order
'attended to all the 10,000 details of a great establishment.'
KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.
You wished to see me, madam?
Yes, reverend. Please sit down.
I have some other matters
I would like to discuss with you later, Graham,
but just now, perhaps you'll go to her Ladyship
and have these papers signed by her.
Yes, madam.
Reverend Runt...
I need not tell you
that the recent tragedy to this family
has made the services of a tutor
no longer required at Castle Hackton.
And as we are in considerable difficulty about money,
I'm afraid I must ask you, with the greatest reluctance,
to resign your post.
M-madam, I'm sensible of your predicament,
and you need have no concern about my wages,
with which I can willingly do without.
But it is out of the question for me to consider
leaving her Ladyship in her present state.
I'm very sorry to say this to you,
but I truly believe you are largely responsible
for the state of mind she is in.
And the sooner you leave, the better she will be.
Madam, with the greatest respect,
I take my instructions only from her Ladyship.
Reverend Runt...
her Ladyship is in no fit mind
to give instructions to anyone.
My son has charged me
with manageing the affairs at Castle Hackton
until he recovers from his grief
and resumes his interest in worldly matters.
And while I am in charge,
you will take your instructions from me.
My only concern is for Lady Lyndon.
Madam...
..your only concern
is for her Ladyship's signature.
You and your son have almost succeeded
in destroying a fine family fortune.
And what little remains for you
depends on keeping her Ladyship prisoner in her own house.
Reverend Runt...
this matter bears no further discussion.
You will pack your bags and leave by tomorrow morning!
Aah! Oh!
Aah!
Oh, God, help!
Help! Help!
Aah!
'In the midst of these great perplexities,
'her Ladyship made an attempt to kill herself
'by taking poison.
'Though she succeeded
'only in making herself dangerously ill,
'due to the very small amount which she swallowed,
'this, nevertheless,
'caused an intervention from a certain quarter
'which was long overdue.'
Oh, my God.
If my mother had died...
it would have been as much my responsibility
as if I had poured the strychnine for her myself.
But to the everlasting disgrace of my family name,
I have, by my cowardice and my weakness,
allowed the Barrys to establish
a brutal and ignorant tyranny over our lives
which has left my mother a broken woman,
and to squander and ruin
a fine family fortune.
My friends profess sympathy,
but behind my back,
I know I am despised,
and quite justifiably so.
However...
..I know now what I must do...
..and what I shall do.
Whatever be the cost.
Good morning, milord.
Good morning.
Is Mr Barry Lyndon here?
Yes, milord. He's inside.
Thank you.
Mr Redmond Barry...
..the last occasion on which we met,
you wantonly caused me injury and dishonour...
in such a manner and to such an extent
as to which no gentleman can willingly suffer...
without demanding satisfaction...
..however much time intervenes.
I have now come to claim that satisfaction.
Mr Lyndon, these are a matched pair of pistols,
and, as you have seen, your second has loaded one
and I have loaded the other.
But as they belong to Lord Bullingdon,
you may have whichever one you wish.
Lord Bullingdon...
Now, gentlemen,
to determine who will have first fire,
I will toss a coin in the air.
Again, as the offended party,
it is Lord Bullingdon's choice to call the toss.
Is that agreeable to both of you?
Yes.
If Lord Bullingdon calls correctly,
he will have the first fire.
If incorrectly, Mr Lyndon will have the first fire.
Is that clearly understood?
What is your call, Lord Bullingdon?
Heads.
It is heads.
Then Lord Bullingdon will have the first fire.
Lord Bullingdon,
will you take your ground?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Mr Lyndon...
will you take your ground?
Mr Lyndon,
are you ready to receive Lord Bullingdon's fire?
Yes.
Lord Bullingdon...
..cock your pistol
and prepare to fire.
Sir Richard, this pistol must be faulty.
I must have another one.
I'm sorry, Lord Bullingdon,
but you must first stand your ground
and allow Mr Lyndon his turn to fire.
That is correct, Lord Bullingdon.
Your pistol has fired, and that counts as your shot.
Mr Lyndon,
are the rules of firing clear to you?
Yes.
Lord Bullingdon...
..are you ready to receive Mr Lyndon's fire?
Yes.
Very well, then.
Mr Lyndon...
..cock your pistol
and prepare to fire.
HE RETCHES
VOMITING
Are you...ready, Lord Bullingdon?
Is your pistol cocked, Mr Lyndon?
Yes.
Then prepare to fire.
One...
..two...
Lord Bullingdon,
in view of Mr Lyndon
having fired into the ground,
do you now consider that you have received satisfaction?
I have not received satisfaction.
Mr Lyndon, are you ready?
Yes.
Lord Bullingdon...
cock your pistol
and get ready to fire.
One!
Two!
Oh!
Oh! Ohh!
CHURCH BELLS CHIME
'Barry was carried to an inn nearby, and a surgeon was called.'
Right. I'm nearly finished.
I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, Mr Lyndon.
I'm afraid you'll have to lose the leg,
most likely below the knee.
Lose the leg?
What for?
The simple answer to that is to save your life.
The ball has completely shattered the bone below the knee
and severed the artery.
Unless I can amputate,
there's no way that I can repair the artery
and prevent further haemorrhageing.
CHURCH BELLS CHIME
Graham?
Yes, my lord?
As soon as we arrive at Castle Hackton,
I want you to inform Mrs Barry of what has happened.
Don't go into unnecessary detail.
Just tell her where he is
and that he's been wounded in the leg.
She will, naturally, want to go to him.
See to it that she is out of the house
and on her way to London as quickly as possible.
And that in no event is she to be allowed the opportunity
to see my mother
or create any disturbance at the house before she leaves.
Yes, my lord.
KNOCK ON DOOR
BREATHING HEAVILY
Ah. Mrs Barry, how do you do?
How nice to see you, Graham. Please, come in.
Oh, thank you.
You, er... you received my note?
Yes. We were expecting you.
Oh, good. I didn't want to call unannounced.
Mr Lyndon, how are you feeling?
I'm feeling much better, thank you, Graham.
Won't you sit down?
Oh. Thank you, Mrs Barry.
Would you like some tea?
No. No, thank you, Mrs Barry.
Not just now.
How has the world been treating you, Graham?
Oh, not too bad.
And, er...
are you comfortable here?
Most comfortable.
Good. Good.
And...
..and...
..well, um...
..shall, um...
..shall we get down to the matter at hand?
By all means.
Yes...
..well...
..Mr Lyndon...
..Lord Bullingdon has instructed me
to offer you...
an annuity...
of 500 guineas a year...
for life...
..specifically on the condition...
of your...
leaving England...
and...
to be stopped...
the instant of your return.
Lord Bullingdon has also asked me
to point out to you...
that should you decide to remain here...
your stay would...
infallibly plunge you...
into...jail...
as in view of the present circumstances...
there will soon be...
innumerable writs taken out against you for...
debts long outstanding.
And your credit is so blown that...
you could not hope...
to raise a shilling.
'Utterly baffled and beaten...
'what was the lonely and broken-hearted man to do?
'He took the annuity
'and returned to Ireland with his mother
'to complete his recovery.
'Sometime later,
'he travelled to the continent.
'His life there...
'we have not the means of following accurately,
'but he appears to have resumed
'his former profession of a gambler...
'without his former success.
'He never saw Lady Lyndon again.'