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Based on the novel by Jane Austen


95 INT. DINING - LAMBTON INN - NIGHT. [scene thoroughly altered: Gardiners have trouble with the carriage and discuss an eventual visit to Pemberley leaning against an old oak]

The Gardiner's and Lizzie are eating supper. An air of high spirits. At the next table, another amiable tourist couple are also tucking into their food.

WOMAN: (indicating her husband) He's been taking the waters at Buxton. (laughs) Hasn't done him a jot of good.
HER HUSBAND: But we've had a fine time, haven't we dear?
WOMAN: We've visited Haddon, Dovedale, Pemberley
MRS GARDINER: Pemberley?
WOMAN: Just two miles from here.

Close, very close, on Lizzie's face.

HER HUSBAND: One of the best houses in the country.
MR GARDINER: (to Lizzie) Aren't you acquainted with the owner, Mr. Darcy?
MRS GARDINER: well, we shall go there tomorrow, Lizzie.
LIZZIE: I would rather stay here.
MRS GARDINER: Stay here?
LIZZIE: (very uncomfortable) I must own that I'm tired of great houses. All those carpets and curtains...
MRS GARDINER: But you liked Haddon. You liked those damask velvet drapes and you liked -
LIZZIE: - if Pemberley is anything like Mr. Darcy, I am sure I will not be able to bear it.

Mrs. Gardiner looks at Lizzie _curiously.

WOMAN: The grounds alone are worth a visit.
MR GARDINER: Let us not make a fuss. If the girl does not want to go there is little point in persuading her.

96 INT. BEDROOM - INN - NIGHT. [Scene deleted]

Lizzie is preparing for bed. The CHAMBERMAID fills her washbowl and starts to leave.

LIZZIE: I hear that Pemberley is not far from here.
MAID: Yes, madam.
LIZZIE: You see something of the owner, do you, in town?
MAID: Not for some months, madam, he's still in London, I believe.

A pause. Close on Lizzie's face. Struggling with profound, irresistible curiosity.


The carriage enters the gates of Pemberley. Lizzie is alert, her eyes bright with curiosity. The parkland is wild and rocky. . Deer graze, rooks wheel in the sky. A sense of freedom and liberation. As the carriage drives over the top of a hill, close on Lizzie's face. She gasps. The Gardiner's gasp. A huge, wide shot of Pemberley House. It's vast, breathtakingly beautiful, set in great boulder-strewn park lands. A mans ion built of golden stone, glowing in the sunlight.

MRS GARDINER: Imagine being mistress of all this. It is as big as all Cheapside.
MR GARDINER: But less picturesque.
[lines cut]

Lizzie is lost in admiration.


Lizzie and the Gardiners are shown in by the housekeeper, MRS REYNOLDS. They pass through the front hall.


Mrs. Reynolds witters on with descriptions of each room as the party travel the grand staircase. Lizzie falls back as she admires the exquisite painted ceiling.

MRS GARDINER: (to Lizzie) Keep up.

100 INT. SCULPTURE GALLERY - PEMBERLEY - DAY. [in this scene the dialogue has been reduced a lot]

Lizzie is apart from the rest of the group as she wanders through the stunning collection of marble sculptures. In the background we hear the Gardiners and Mrs. Reynolds.

MR GARDINER: Is your master much at Pemberley?
MRS REYNOLDS: Not as much as I would wish, sir, for he dearly loves it here.
MRS GARDINER: If he should marry, you might see more of him.
MRS REYNOLDS: Yes madam, but I do not know when that will be, I do not know a lady who, is good enough for him.
MR GARDINER What do you mean?

Lizzie stops, confronted by a marble bust of Darcy. They stand face to face looking at each other. Lizzie listens to Mrs. Reynolds.

MRS REYNOLDS: I've known Mr. Darcy since he was a boy. He was always a kind and generous person even then. Not everyone can see it, because he does not make a meal of it like a lot of young men nowadays. But he is the most sweet-tempered and kind-hearted man I have ever known.

Mrs. Reynolds and the Gardiners appear by her side.

MRS REYNOLDS: (cont'd) This is my master - Mr. Darcy.
MRS GARDINER: A handsome face. Lizzie, is it a true likeness of him?
MRS REYNOLDS: Does this young lady know Mr. Darcy?
LIZZIE: Only a little.
MRS REYNOLDS: And do you not think him a handsome man, Miss?
LIZZIE: Yes, yes I daresay he is.

Mrs. Reynolds moves the Gardiners on to another sculpture, but Lizzie stays, staring at Darcy's likeness.

MRS REYNOLDS: And this is his sister, Miss Georgiana. She plays and sings all day long.

We realize that in the distance we have heard music.

LIZZIE: Are they at home?

Lizzie turns to find that the Gardiners and Mrs. Reynolds have disappeared. She follows them out.


Lizzie wanders into the drawing room in search of the others. The music is louder in this room. She walks to the French windows and looks out. In the bright sunlight the view of the gardens and valley beyond is exquisite. Suddenly Lizzie recognizes the tune (perhaps it is one she has played earlier - but this time it is played exquisitely). There is a door, slightly ajar, in the far corner of the room, from where the music seems to be coming. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she approaches the door. She steels herself a moment, then discreetly peeps in.

Through the gap she sees GEORGIANA DARCY, a beautiful sixteen year old, playing the piano with great fluency and pass ion. Captivated by the music, Lizzie stops and listens.

A MAN steps into view. Lizzie strains to see him, but he is obscured by shadows. He approaches Georgiana and puts his hands over her eyes. She immediately stops playing and shrieks uproariously, before standing to kiss him. As they embrace, the sunlight hits his face. It's Darcy_

He turns and sees Lizzie watching him. For a moment they both stare at each other frozen with surprise. Lizzie turns and runs across the room and out through the French windows.


Lizzie runs across the lawn but is stopped in her tracks by Darcy's voice. [down the steps]

DARCY: Miss Bennet!

Darcy catches up with her. They stand, not knowing what to do.

LIZZIE: I thought you were in London.
DARCY: (stupidly) No? I'm not.

Another silence. Then they both speak at once.

DARCY - ELIZABETH: I came here a day early - We wouldn't have come
DARCY: - some business with my steward -.
ELIZABETH: - had we known you were here

They stop. He gazes at her with great emotion.

LIZZIE: (cont'd) I'm visiting Derbyshire with my uncle and aunt.

Lizzie sounds about ten years old.

DARCY: (trying to recover) And are you having a pleasant trip?
LIZZIE: Very pleasant. Tomorrow we go to Matlock.
DARCY: Tomorrow? (disappointed). Are you staying at Lambton?
LIZZIE: Yes. At the Rose and Crown.

Another pause. She extends her hand.

LIZZIE: (cont'd) I'm so sorry to intrude. They said the house was open for visitors. I had no idea...

She shakes his hand and starts to walk away. [She doesn't shake his hand, that would be most unusual; she curtseys]

DARCY: May I see you to the village?
LIZZIE: Oh no! I'm very fond of walking.
DARCY: Yes. Yes, I know.
LIZZIE Goodbye, Mr. Darcy.

She hurries away. He gazes after her.

103 EXT. PATH - PEAK DISTRICT - DAY. [scene cut] Now she is out of-sight Lizzie collapses on a stone wall. She is utterly undone. She clutches at herself, trying to draw breath into her winded soul. A herd of cattle pass, she stands and walks in the opposite direction.


It's that night. Lizzie comes downstairs, for supper. And stops. Through a gap in the door to the restaurant she sees Mr. Darcy talking to her aunt and uncle. [and hides behind a curtain]

DARCY: I shall send my carriage at noon

After a moment, Darcy leaves and Lizzie approaches the table.

MRS GARDINER: Lizzie, I've just met Mr. Darcy! Why didn't you tell us you had seen him? He's asked us to dine with him tomorrow - He was very civil, was he not?
MR GARDINER: Very civil.
MRS GARDINER: Not at all like you painted him.
LIZZIE: (stares) To dine with him?
MRS GARDINER: - there is something pleasing about his mouth, when he speaks.

Mrs. Gardiner watches Lizzie's reaction most carefully.

MR GARDINER: You don't mind delaying our journey for another day?

Lizzie shakes her head, dumbly.

MRS GARDINER: He particularly wishes you to meet his sister.
LIZZIE: His sister?


[Take library has been cut]

A footman escorts Lizzie and the Gardiner's through the stupendous library., no From the drawing room, the sound of a piano playing. Lizzie is filled with trepidation; we can almost feel her heart racing. The footman opens the double doors to reveal the magnificent drawing room. Darcy is there. Darcy's sister Georgiana plays the piano. She jumps up and hurries over.

DARCY: My sister, Miss Georgiana...

They smile and bob. Georgiana is a friendly, sweet girl.

GEORGIANA: Miss Elizabeth, my brother has told me so much about you. I feel as if we are friends already.
LIZZIE: Oh, thank you.

Not knowing what to do with this information, Lizzie looks about.

LIZZIE: (cont'd) What a beautiful pianoforte.
GEORGIANA: My brother gave it to me. (smiles at him) He shouldn't have.
DARCY: Yes I should.
GEORGIANA: Oh very well then.
DARCY: She's easily persuaded, is she not?

Darcy and Georgiana smile at each other with affection.

LIZZIE: Your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening.

Georgiana turns huge innocent eyes upon Lizzie.

GEORGIANA: But he says you play so well!

Lizzie, astounded, looks at Darcy, who gives a small, rather sweet shrug.

LIZZIE: Then he has perjured himself most profoundly.

Darcy laughs.

DARCY: I said played "quite well".
LIZZIE: Quite well is not very well. I am satisfied.

Georgiana looks between them, intrigued and aware, instinctively, of the enormous attraction between them. Darcy notices and makes an effort to be normal.

[dialogue on fishing has been changed: Darcy addresses Mr. Gardiner directly in the movie]

DARCY: Your uncle is fond of fishing, I hear.
LIZZIE: Yes, very.
DARCY: Can you persuade him to borrow a rod this afternoon? For the lake here is very well stocked and its occupants left in peace for far too long.
LIZZIE: That is a kindness he will never forget, Sir.

She smiles gratefully, openly and Darcy has to look away.

GEORGIANA: Do you play duets, Miss Lizzie?
LIZZIE: Only when forced.
GEORGIANA: Brother, you must force her.

Lizzie looks at Darcy - they smile at each other, a shy smile, a truce. 106 EXT. DERBYSHIRE - DUSK [Scene has been cut... such a shame]

Darcy is driving Lizzie and the Gardiner's back to Lambton. The rugged landscape looks even more beautiful and dramatic in the dusk light. Lizzie sits up with Darcy who holds the reins, while Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner sit comfortably in the carriage. Mr. Gardiner smiles broadly at two large fish that lie beside him.'

LIZZIE: It is so beautiful up here. I will be sorry to leave.

Darcy smiles at her.

LIZZIE: (cont'd) You have been a most gracious host. I'm sure my aunt and uncle will talk of nothing else for days.
DARCY: I have recently thought a great deal about how I appear and act to others.

Lizzie looks at him, a serious last look as though she wants to record his features properly.

LIZZIE: It does you credit, sir.


The party arrive back at the inn.

MR GARDINER: (quietly to Lizzie) What a capital fellow.
MRS GARDINER: Thank you so much Mr. Darcy.

Darcy is about to take his leave when the maid brings Lizzie a letter.

MAID: (to Lizzie) For you, madam.
LIZZIE: (delighted) It's from Jane.

She rips open the letter.


Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner are sitting, looking grim. Darcy is pacing, equally' concerned. Lizzie walks in with the letter, she tries to speak, chokes a sob and walks out again. With great difficulty, Darcy restrains himself from following her. He sits down. Lizzie comes in again. He stands up. She waves the letter about and tries to speak once more, but has to leave the room.


Lizzie comes in again very quickly.

LIZZIE: No, I'm perfectly well. Truly.

She takes a deep breath. Darcy's face is a picture of tender concern. Mrs. Gardiner watches him, too.

LIZZIE: (cont'd) It is the most dreadful news. Lydia has run away - with Mr. Wickham. They are gone together from Brighton to Lord knows where. She has no money, no connections, I fear she is lost forever.
DARCY: (quietly to Lizzie) This is my fault - if only I had exposed Wickham when I should.
LIZZIE: No, it is my fault. I might have prevented all of it merely by being open with my sisters.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner look at each other perplexed.

MRS GARDINER: Has anything been done to recover her?
LIZZIE: Father has gone to London. But I know very well that nothing can be done. We have not the smallest hope.
DARCY: Would I could help you.
LIZZIE: Sir, I think it is too late.
MR GARDINER: I am afraid we must go at once I will join Mr. Bennet and find Lydia before she ruins the family forever.
DARCY: This is grave indeed. I will leave you. Goodbye.

Darcy pauses at the door, looks back at Lizzie and then is gone. [This one serious parting look is not in the movie]


The Gardiner's carriage racing through the night.


Lizzie, Jane, Mary and Kitty are gathered around Mrs. Bennet who has taken to her bed.

MRS BENNET: Why did the Forsters let her out of their sight? I always said they were unfit to have charge of her.
MARY: (smugly) And now she is ruined.
MRS BENNET: You are all ruined. Who will take you now with a fallen sister? Poor Mr. Bennet will now have to fight the perfidious Wickham and then be killed
LIZZIE: He hasn't found him yet, Mama.
MRS BENNET: - and the Mr. Collins' will turn us out before he is cold in his grave
JANE: Do not be alarmed, mama. Our uncle is helping in the search.
MRS BENNET: Lydia must know what this will do to my nerves, such flutterings and spasms all over me. . .

It is clear Mrs. Bennet is truly suffering. Lizzie strokes her hand.

111 EXT. LONDON STREET - DAY. [this scene has been cut]

Mr. Bennet walks down a busy London street, he is utterly lost. He stops and stands still against the passing pedestrian traffic. He tries to address a passer by.

MR BENNET: Excuse me.

They ignore him. He tries again

MR. BENNET: (cont'd) Excuse me I, I am looking for...

Mr. Bennet takes out a piece of paper.

112 INT. STABLES - BARRACKS - NIGHT. [this scene has been cut]

Mr. Bennet Walks timidly into the stables. Steam rises off the horses, men shout as they labour. It is extremely threatening. Mr. Bennet stops at the threshold, gulps.

MR BENNET: I am. . . (his voice breaks up - he clears his throat) I am looking for a Mr. Wickham.


Lizzie and Jane are outside Mrs. Bennet's room. From inside we hear a moan.

MRS BENNET: (O.S.) We are ruined. Ruined.
KITTY: How long is this going to go on for?
LIZZIE: Don't judge her, Kitty. It is, after all, hardest on her.

They walk downstairs.

114 INT. DOWNSTAIRS - LONGBOURN - THE SAME. [Scenes 114 - 116 have been cut, Mr. Bennet is handed the letter when he steps out off the carriage when returning from London]

Lizzie and Kitty walk into the drawing room. Jane and Mary are busying themselves.

LIZZIE: The difficulty is not knowing anything.
JANE: Look. It's Papa!


The girls rush into the library. Mr. Bennet slumps at his desk.

KITTY: - who is to fight Wickham and make him marry Lydia, now you've come home?
MR BENNET: For God's sake let me be! (to Lizzie) Lizzie, help me with my boots.

Lizzie pulls off his boots for him.

JANE: You suppose them to be still in London?
MR BENNET: (nods ) Where else could they be so well concealed?
LIZZIE: Oh father, I'm so sorry.
MR BENNET: It's been my own doing.
LIZZIE: You mustn't be too severe on yourself.
MR BENNET: No Lizzie. Let me once in my life feel how much I have been to blame. (wan smile) I am not afraid of being overpowered by the experience. It will pass away soon enough.

116 INT. BOARDING HOUSE - LONDON - DAY. [Scene has been cut]

We move through a grotty attic corridor. Doors on either side lead to poor over crowded garrets. Children peer out at us. We reach the door we're looking for.

Inside Lydia and Wickham sit, snuggled close beside the fire in their room. They're eating a meal with relish. Giggling, Lydia feeds him a mouthful.

A knock at the door. They freeze, like naughty children.

117 EXT. GARDEN - LONGBOURN - DAY. [This scene has been slightly altered, but in essentials the same]

The girls have a letter. Kitty grabs it from Jane, Mary grabs it from Kitty, before she has a chance to open it, Jane grabs it from Mary.

JANE: It's to Papa. It's in Uncle's writing.

Mr. Bennet snatches the letter.

MR BENNET: As it is addressed to me...

He tears it open and begins to read, squinting because he has forgotten his glasses.

MR BENNET: (cont'd) He's found them.
KITTY: Are they married?
MR BENNET: (squinting at the letter) Just wait. I can't make out his script.

Lizzie snatches it.

LIZZIE: Give it to me. (she reads)
KITTY: Are they married?
LIZZIE: They will be, if father will settle a hundred pounds a year on her. That is Wickham's condition.
KITTY: A hundred pounds!
LIZZIE: You will agree to this, father?

The letter is passed around the other girls.

MR BENNET: Of course I will agree. But how much your uncle has laid on this wretched man already is anybody's guess.
KITTY: What do you mean, Father?
MR BENNET: No man in his senses would marry Lydia on so slight a temptation as a hundred a year.
LIZZIE: Ah, I see.
JANE: See what?
MR BENNET: Your uncle is very generous.
LIZZIE: Do you think it a large sum?
MR BENNET: Wickham's a fool if he takes her for less than ten thousand pounds.
JANE: Ten thousand! Heaven forbid!


Close on Mrs. Bennet's face as she springs out of bed. Pure, triumphant joy.

MRS BENNET: Lydia married! And at fifteen too! Ring the bell, Kitty! I must put on my things and tell Lady Lucas! Oh to see her face! And tell the servants they will have a bowl of punch!

The other Bennets are assembled.

LIZZIE: We should thank our uncle, Mama.
MRS BENNET: And so he should help! He's much richer than us, and he hasn't got any children.

Lizzie looks at her mother in perfect astonishment as she gets out of bed.

MRS BENNET: (cont'd) A daughter, married!
LIZZIE: Is that all you think about?
MRS BENNET: When you have five daughters, Lizzie, tell me what else will occupy your thoughts and then perhaps you will understand.
LIZZIE: (in desperation) You don't know what he's like.

[The following interaction between Mr. and Mrs. Bennet has been cut] MRS BENNET: Now where will they live? Purvis Lodge might do. Ashworth is vacant of course, but it's too far off, I couldn't be as to have her ten miles from me
MR BENNET: Before you take any of these houses, Mrs. Bennet, let us be clear. Into one house she will never be welcome.

Mrs. Bennet stares at him.


Lydia's triumphant face. The cat that's got the cream. She climbs out of a carriage with Wickham. Her mother kisses her, effusively. Mr. Bennet coldly bows.

LYDIA: - and then we passed Sarah Sims in her carriage so I took off my glove and let my hand just rest on the window frame, so she might see the ring, and then bowed and smiled like anything!

Kitty shrieks with envy. Lizzie moves away, she cannot bear it. Wickham catches her eye, but she ignores him. 120 INT. DINING ROOM - LONGBOURN - DAY.

They are taking their seats for dinner. Betsy the maid has laid the food on the table. Lydia holds up her hand, to display her ring to Betsy.

LYDIA: You must all go to Brighton, for that is the place to get husbands! I hope you have half my good luck. LIZZIE: (furious) Lydia!

Wickham looking uncomfortable. He's talking to the stony faced Mr. Bennet.


WICKHAM: I've been enlisted in a regiment in the north of England, sir.
MR BENNET: (nods coldly) I'm glad to hear of it.
WICKHAM: Near Newcastle. We shall travel there next week.
KITTY: Can I come and stay with you?
MR BENNET: That is out of the question.


Lydia, rattling on to Lizzie.

LYDIA: Well, Monday morning came and I was in such a fuss
LIZZIE: I don't want to hear
LYDIA: - there was my aunt, preaching and talking away just as if she was reading a sermon, she was horrid unpleasant
LIZZIE: Can't you understand why?
LYDIA: - but I didn't hear a word because I was thinking of my dear Wickham. I longed to know whether he would be married in his blue coat.

CUT TO: Mary turning to Wickham.

MARY: The north of England, I believe, boasts some spectacular scenery.


Lydia burbling on, to a stony-faced Lizzie.

LYDIA: - and then my uncle was called away from the church on business and I thought - who is to be our best man if he doesn't come back? Lucky he did come back or I would have had to ask Mr. Darcy
LIZZIE: (stares) Mr. Darcy?
LYDIA: (claps her hand to her mouth) I forgot! I shouldn't have said a word!
LIZZIE: Mr. Darcy was at your wedding?
LYDIA: (whispers) He was the one that discovered us! He knew where to find Wickham, you see. (hisses) But don't tell anyone! He told me not to tell!

Lizzie stares at her. Darcy at her wedding?

LIZZIE: Mr. Darcy?
LYDIA: Oh stop it, Lizzie. Mr. Darcy's not half as high and mighty as you, sometimes.
121 EXT. YARD - LONGBOURN - DAY. [this scene has been cut]

Lydia, croquet mallet in hand, drags her new husband across the lawn. Kitty follows.

LYDIA: Come on, Wickham! You've got to play.
KITTY: Yes, come on!

Wickham has the look of a trapped man. His eyes flicker between the girls with a slightly panicked rhythm.

Lizzie comes into the garden, looking for her younger sister: Wickham detaches himself and comes over to her. A rueful smile.

WICKHAM: I hope we can be even better friends, now we're brother and sister.

An attempt at a twinkling smile, but Lizzie is now immune to his charm. She nods, briefly.

WICKHAM: (cont'd) I hear you visited Pemberley. My dear old home.
LIZZIE: (nods ) I met Mr. Darcy's sister.
WICKHAM: (a beat) Did you like her?
LIZZIE: Very much. (looks at him) We found a great deal to talk about.

A beat. Wickham looks deeply uneasy. He bows and leaves. Lizzie hurries up to Lydia and draws her aside.

LIZZIE: (cont'd) (low voice) Why was Mr. Darcy there?
LYDIA: I'm not supposed to tell.

Lizzie abandons her pride. She takes Lydia's hand.

LIZZIE: Please, Lydia! Please, please tell me.
LYDIA: Because he paid for it.
LIZZIE: (stares) For what?
LYDIA: (carelessly) The wedding, Wickham's commission. Everything.
LIZZIE: Everything?
KITTY: (calls) Lydia! It's your turn!

Lydia moves to go.

LYDIA: People kept saying Wickham owed them money, it was so tedious. So Darcy settled his debts but I don't really like him, do you?

Lizzie pulls her back.

LIZZIE: Why? Why did he do it?
LYDIA: (shrugs) I don't know, do I? Anyway you're not to tell because it's supposed to be our uncle who paid, and he wouldn't have minded paying, either,_because I'm his favorite.

She leaves. Giggles and shrieks from the other girls. Lizzie looks blank with shock.

122 EXT. B1NGLEY'S HOUSE - MAYFAIR - DAY. [This scene has been cut]

Close on Darcy's grimly determined face. Drawing back, we see that he is walking down a street in Mayfair. Mr. Bingley emerges from his front door, carrying a silver topped cane.


Mr. Darcy and Bingley talk in earnest as they walk along the street. Bingley looks stunned by what Darcy is relaying to him. We witness the dumbshow of Darcy confessing that he has wronged Jane Bennet.


Lydia and Wickham are leaving. Mr. Bennet stands at a distance. Mrs. Bennet sobs as Giles takes out the luggage.

MRS BENNET: Write to me of ten, my dear!
WICKHAM: (to Lizzie) I hope we'll have the pleasure?

He smiles winningly. Lizzie just looks at him. His smile falters and he turns into the carriage.

LYDIA: Married women never have much time for writing. My sisters may write to me! They'll have nothing else to do.

MRS BENNET: Oh there is nothing so bad as parting with ones children! One seems so forlorn without them.

Mrs. Bennet is genuinely bereft. Lizzie is about to say something but thinks the better of it and instead, gives her mother a hug. 124 EXT. MERYTON VILLAGE - DAY.

Lizzie and Jane are out shopping with their mother and sisters. Their housekeeper, Mrs. Hill, comes out of the butchers shop. [in the movie it's a gentleman in the street who breaks the news]

MRS HILL: Did you hear the news, madam? Mr. Bingley is returning to Netherfield.

A stunned silence. Lizzie glances at Jane. She drops her eyes.

MRS BENNET: Mr. Bingley?

Mrs. Hill indicates a woman in the butcher's shop.

MRS HILL: Mrs. Nichols is ordering a haunch of pork, for she expects him tomorrow.
MRS BENNET: Tomorrow? (recovering) Not that I care about it. Mr. Bingley is nothing to us and I'm sure I never want to see him again. (moves away) No, we shall not mention a word about it. (comes back to Mrs. Hill) Is it quite certain he is coming?
MRS HILL: Yes, madam. I believe he is alone, his sister remains in town.
MRS BENNET: Hm. Why he thinks we should be interested, I have no idea. Come along, girls.

Their mother goes into the draper's shop. Jane pauses at the threshold.

JANE: It's all right, Lizzie. I'm just glad that he comes alone, because then we shall see less of him. Not that I'm afraid of myself, but I dread other people's remarks.

A brave smile. Lizzie is not convinced. They go into the shop. 125 EXT. LONGBOURN -DAY. Mr. Bingley rides towards Longbourn, a look of slight trepidation in his eyes. Darcy now comes into view riding along side him. They cross the moat bridge. [Actually they arrive on foot]


Mary is practicing her scales. Jane and Lizzie are sitting at their work, with their mother. Kitty rushes in.

KITTY: He is here! He is here, he's at the door! Mr. Bingley!
MRS BENNET: Oh my goodness! Everybody behave naturally.

Jane completely freezes. Everybody else goes into a fluster.

MRS BENNET: (cont'd) Whatever you do, do not appear -overbearing.

Kitty looks out through a window.

KITTY: Look. There's someone with him. Mr. what's-his-name. The pompous one from before.

Lizzie looks through the window at Darcy, her heart leaps to her mouth.

MRS BENNET: Mr. Darcy indeed! The very insolence of it. What does he think of coming here?

Lizzie returns to her seat, Mrs. Bennet hurries over to Jane and pinches her cheeks.

JANE: Mama!
MRS BENNET: (to Mary - who is still playing) Stop that racket and sit down! Find yourself some work! Oh Lord. I shall have a seizure, I'm sure I shall.

They sit there, frozen, pretending to sew. The drawing room door opens and Mrs. Hill shows in the two men. They bow. Bingley smiles warmly at Jane, who blushes. Lizzie glances at Darcy. His face is strained. Mrs. Bennet is all smiles for Bingley. She ignores Darcy.

MRS BENNET: (cont'd) How very glad we are to see you, Mr. Bingley! There are a great many changes since you went away. Miss Lucas is married and settled. And one of my own daughters too, you will have seen it in the papers though it was not put in as it ought to have been. Very short, nothing about her family.
BINGLEY: (smiles) I did hear of it, and offer my congratulations.
MRS BENNET: - but it's very hard to have my Lydia taken away from me. Mr. Wickham has been transferred to Newcastle, where ever that is. Thank heaven he has some friends.

Mrs. Bennet shoots a frosty glance at Mr. Darcy. This is more than Lizzie can bear.

LIZZIE: Do you hope to stay long in the country, Mr. Bingley?
BINGLEY: Just a few weeks. For the shooting.
MRS BENNET: When you have killed all your own birds, Mr. Bingley, I beg you will come here and shoot as many as you please.
MR BINGLEY: Thank you
MRS BENNET: - Mr. Bennet will be vastly happy to oblige you, and will save all the best of the covies for you.
MR BINGLEY: Excellent.
LIZZIE: Are you well, Mr. Darcy?
DARCY: Quite well, thank you.
LIZZIE: Well, I hope the weather stays fine, for your sport.
DARCY: I return to town tomorrow.
LIZZIE: (a pause) So soon? MRS BENNET : My Jane looks well, does she not?

Mr. Bingley stands up abruptly.

BINGLEY: She does indeed. Well, I must be going, I suppose. Darcy

Darcy cannot quite believe it. He gives Bingley a harsh stare, Bingley has not completed his task.

BINGLEY: (cont' d) It was very pleasant to see you all again. Lizzie, Miss Jane..

Bingley can almost not bear to look Jane in the eye as he acknowledges them all very briefly and bolts for the door. Mrs. Bennet fusses around him.

MRS BENNET: You must come again. For when you were in town last winter you promised to take a family dinner with us. I have not forgot you see. At least three courses.

Bingley and Darcy take their leave, leaving the Bennets sitting in silence all looking at once another. Kitty is fit to burst out laughing, Lizzie and Jane horrified by the awkward visit.


Bingley is pacing backwards and forwards in despair muttering to himself. Darcy looks at him in extreme frustration.

DARCY: What were you thinking of?

It's as if Bingley has not heard. He keeps pacing up and down.


The family is now spread around the room. Kitty's at the window. Jane and Lizzie are sat close on a sofa. Mrs. Bennett muttering things like "most peculiar" to anyone who'll listen. Mary plinking out a dreary arpeggio or two.

JANE: Well, I'm glad that's over. We can now meet as indifferent acquaintances.
LIZZIE: (laughing) Oh yes?
JANE: You cannot think me so weak as to be in danger now.
LIZZIE: I think you are in great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever.
JANE: I'm sorry, though, that he came with Mr. Darcy.
LIZZIE: Don't say that.
JANE: Why ever not?

Lizzie looks at her sister in anguish.

LIZZIE: Oh Jane, I have been so blind.
JANE: (stares) What do you mean?

The door bell rings.

KITTY: (at the window) It is him. He's back. He's come again.

A stunned reaction.


Everyone has regained the same positions. They hear Bingley's voice at the door and he comes, for once, absolutely in control of his facial colouring.

BINGLEY: I know this is all very untoward, but I would like to request the privilege of speaking to Miss Jane

They all look at him. He stands his ground, takes another deep breath and continues steadily.

BINGLEY :(cont' d)- alone.
MRS BENNET: Everybody to the kitchen. Immediately. Except you, Jane, of course. Oh, Mr. Bingley. It is so good to see you again so soon.

She ushers everyone out, not before squeezing Jane's hand. Now Jane and Bingley are alone.

BINGLEY: First. I have to tell you that I have been an unmitigated and comprehensive ass.

Jane starts to speak but Bingley steps towards her and she stops.


129 INT/EXT. HALLWAY - LONGBOURN - THE SAME. Mrs. Bennet, Kitty, Mary and Mr. Bennet are all jostling for a position at the door in order to overhear events inside.

MARY: Ssssshhh!

Lizzie is apart from her family. She cannot bear to be there. She walks down the corridor and out of the house into the garden. Through a window she sees Bingley on one knee, her eyes fill with tears as she walks away from the house. [This particular moment is not in the movie. Instead we see her sit, deep in thought, under an old oak tree]


Bingley looks at Jane, desperately worried. A pause.

JANE: Yes. A hundred times - yes.
[a "thousand" times! ;)]

Mrs. Bennet and the girls throw open the double doors to the drawing room and come crashing in. Bingley and Jane beam at them.

MRS BENNET: Thank the Lord for that. I thought it would never happen.


Lizzie is sits under a tree. It seems the only sensible thing to do.


Darcy looks down at Longbourn.


Through a window we see Mrs. Bennet lying in her bed, while Mr. Bennet lies, fully clothed on top of the bed covers.

MR BENNET: I am sure they will do well together, their tempers are much alike. They will be cheated assiduously by their servants, and be so generous with the rest, they will always exceed their income.
MRS BENNET: Exceed their income? He has five thousand a year! I knew she could not be so beautiful for nothing.

Mr. Bennett looks at her with great affection and with perhaps a memory of the great beauty she once was. She doesn't notice.

The camera moves from Mrs. Bennet's bedroom window to Mary's window - where we see Mary reading a corrective book out loud to Kitty - then from her window to Lizzie and Jane's.


Jane and Lizzie lie in bed.

JANE: Can you die of happiness? You know, he was totally ignorant of my being in town last spring!
LIZZIE: How did he account for it?
JANE: He thought me indifferent!
LIZZIE: Unfathomable.
JANE: No doubt poisoned by his pernicious sister.
LIZZIE: Bravo! That is the most unforgiving speech you've ever made.
JANE: Oh Lizzie, if I could but see you so happy. If there were such another man for you!

There is a noise outside.

LIZZIE: Perhaps Mr. Collins has a cousin. [the following line has been cut]It's no less than I deserve.
What is that?

More noise, it sounds like a carriage, then aloud banging on the door downstairs. The girls look at each other.


Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet and the girls lit by only candles have gathered. The door bangs again.

MARY: Maybe he's changed his mind.

Timidly, Mr. Bennet opens the door revealing a baleful looking Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Everyone gasps.

LIZZIE: Lady Catherine!

Lady Catherine does not acknowledge her, but comes in uninvited, inspecting the assembled company of aghast Bennets. She waves a dismissive hand towards the girls.

LADY CATHERINE: The rest of your offspring, I presume.

MRS BENNET: All but one, the youngest has been lately married your ladyship. And my eldest was only proposed to yesterday afternoon.
LADY CATHERINE: You have a very small garden, madam.
MR BENNET: (tentatively) Could I offer you a cup of tea perhaps, your Ladyship?
LADY CATHERINE: Absolutely not! I must speak to Miss Elizabeth alone, as a matter of urgency.

The Bennets all look at each other, bewildered by this strange turn of events.


Lizzie leads the way into the drawing room - holding a candle. Lady Catherine walks in. The door closes behind them. Lizzie puts the candle down on a small table. They sit, facing each other.

LADY CATHERINE: You can be at no loss, Miss Bennet, to understand why I am here.

Lit only by the oil lamp Lady Catherine resembles a flickering ghoul.

LIZZIE: Indeed you are mistaken. I cannot account for this honour at all.
LADY CATHERINE: Miss Bennet, I warn you, I am not to be trifled with. A report of a most alarming nature has reached me that you intend to be united with my nephew, Mr. Darcy.

Lizzie stares at her, amazed.

LADY CATHERINE (cont'd) I know this to be a scandalous falsehood, though not wishing to injure him by supposing it possible, I instantly set off to make my sentiments known.

Lizzie's spirit rises within her.

LIZZIE: If you believed it impossible, I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far.
LADY CATHERINE: To hear it contradicted, Miss Bennet.
LIZZIE: (coolly) Your coming here will be rather a confirmation, surely, if indeed such a report exists. LADY CATHERINE: If? Do you then pretend to be ignorant of it? Has it not been industriously circulated by yourself?
LIZZIE: I have never heard of it.
LADY CATHERINE: And can you declare there is no foundation for it?
LIZZIE: I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your ladyship. You may ask the questions, which I may not choose to answer.
LADY CATHERINE: This is not to be borne. Has my nephew made you an offer of marriage?
LIZZIE: Your Ladyship declared it to be impossible.
LADY CATHERINE: Let me be understood. Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?
LIZZIE: Only this - if that is the case you can have no reason to suppose he will make an offer to me.
LADY CATHERINE: Oh, obstinate girl! This union has been planned since their infancy. Do you think it can be prevented by a young woman of inferior birth and whose own sister's elopement resulted in the scandalously patched-up marriage, only achieved at the expense of your uncle? Heaven and earth, are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted? Now tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?
LIZZIE: I am not.
LADY CATHERINE: And will you promise never to enter into such an engagement?
LIZZIE: I will not. And I certainly never shall. You have insulted me in every possible way and can now have nothing further to say. I must ask you to leave immediately. Good night.

Lizzie throws open the door, revealing the family outside.

LADY CATHERINE: I have never been thus treated in my entire life.

Lady Catherine storms past the family and out into the night. Lizzie is standing shaking with the excitement of having stood so firmly up for herself.

MR BENNET: Lizzie, what on earth is going on?
LIZZIE: Just a small misunderstanding.

She walks past them to bed.

LIZZIE: For once in your life. Just leave me alone.

Everyone looks shocked by Lizzie's reaction.


Jane is fast asleep, Lizzie more awake than she's ever been. She quietly climbs out of bed and creeps out of the room.

138 INT. KITCHEN - LONGBOURN - THE SAME. Lizzie sits at the table in her nightie, her father's great coat slung around her shoulders. The candle gutters out. She looks out at the green dawn.


Lizzie creeps out into the garden and wanders through the early morning mist, as the sun starts to rise.


Lizzie has lost track of herself and is walking beyond the Longbourn grounds. The mist is starting to evaporate and through the departing strands she sees a figure emerging. She stops, suddenly conscious of herself and frightened. Then she realizes it is Darcy - unshaven, red-eyed, slightly wild looking - but still Darcy.

They both stop and stare at each other for a second.

LIZZIE: I couldn't sleep
DARCY: Nor I. My aunt?

He stops, looking wretched.

LIZZIE Yes. She was here.
DARCY: How can I ever make amends for such behavior?
LIZZIE: After what you have done for Lydia and for all I know, for Jane also, it is I who should be making amends.

Darcy looks at her for one deep moment.

DARCY: You must know - surely you must know, that it was all for you.

Lizzie is still as stone.

DARCY: (cont' d) You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my Aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I had scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever.

Lizzie is silent.

DARCY: (cont'd) If, however, your feelings have changed. .

Darcy looks at her. Something in her eyes gives him confidence.

DARCY: (cont' d) I could, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and I love and love and love you. And never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

Lizzie looks at him very serious, very simple.

LIZZIE: Well, then.

Darcy takes a step towards her, one hand stretched out. Lizzie takes hold of his fingers.

LIZZIE: (cont'd) You're cold.
[Lizzie says: "You're hands are cold"]

She kisses his thumb. He sweeps her into his arms on a sound that's half a laugh, half a sob. [This does not happen... unfortunately L]

141 INT. DRAWING ROOM - LONGBOURN - MORNING. [This scene has been deleted... unfortunately!]

The place is in an uproar. Jane, Mary, Kitty, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet are all gathered, fretting terribly about Lizzie's whereabouts. Through a window we see Lizzie lead Darcy along the duck board plank across the moat. Lizzie enters the house, everybody starts.

MRS BENNET: Lizzie, where have you been? We thought something had happened to you.

Darcy follows Lizzie in.

MRS BENNET: (cont'd) Mr. Darcy! What on earth are you doing here?

Lizzie takes Mr. Darcy's hand.

LIZZIE: Mr. Darcy has come to speak with Papa.

Everyone is stunned.


Lizzie paces outside the door of the library, waiting. After a while Darcy emerges, he gives Lizzie the briefest of smiles and leaves the door open. Lizzie walks in. Her father is in a state of shock.

MR BENNET: Lizzie, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man.
LIZZIE: No, Papa.
MR BENNET: He is rich, to be sure, and you will have more fine carriages than Jane. But will that make you happy?
LIZZIE: (uncomfortable) Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?
MR BENNET: None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow, but this would be nothing if you really liked him.
LIZZIE: (tears in her eyes) I do like him! (with passion) I love him! He's not proud. I was wrong, entirely wrong about him. You don't know him, Papa.. if I told you what he's really like. What he's done.
MR BENNET : What has he done?

CUT TO: 143 EXT. GARDEN - LONGBOURN - THE SAME. At a window Mrs. Bennet and the girls watch as Darcy, in an agony, paces up and down the lawn. He looks at the library window. [It's not in the script, but in the movie Jane and Mrs. Bennet discuss the situation]


Mr. Bennet stares at his daughter.

MR BENNET: Good Lord. I must pay him back.
LIZZIE: (shakes her head) No, you mustn't tell anyone! He wouldn't want it. (pause) We misjudged him, me more than anyone. In every way, not just in this matter. I've been nonsensical. He's been a fool! About Jane, about so many things. Then so have I... (breathless pause) You see, he and I are so similar.. .we're both so stubborn. . . (shaky laugh) Oh Papa. . .

Mr. Bennet gazes at his daughter. He still can't quite take it in.

MR BENNET: You do love him, don't you?
LIZZIE: (nods) Very much.

He looks at her earnestly, searching her face. He loves his daughter very deeply. What he sees leaves him in no doubt.

MR BENNET: I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you, but it seems I am over-ruled. So I heartily give my consent.

Lizzie jumps up and puts her arms around him.

MR BENNET: (cont'd) I could not have parted with you, my Lizzie, to any one less worthy.
LIZZIE: Oh thank you!

She starts to rush out.

MR BENNET: (calls out after her) And if any young men come for Mary or Kitty, send them in, for I am quite at leisure.
[Here the movie ends for the European viewers. The next scene is the alternative American ending.]


We see a man's greatcoat walking away from camera and WIDEN to reveal Lizzie's hair caught up in the collar of the coat as she turns to someone with a heart-stopping smile. [In the movie Lizzie sits on something that looks like a table, it's quite dark, so hard to see what it is exactly. She strokes Darcy's calf]

WIDEN FURTHER to reveal Darcy at her side, in night-shirt and breeches, both of them looking as though they've just flung themselves out of bed... which is precisely the case.

We follow as Darcy helps Lizzie clamber onto a fallen tree which they both sit astride, bare feet swinging, looking alternatively at the amazing views of Pemberley and each other. [This last scene has clearly been reduced, what a pity! We don't get to see this.]

DARCY: And how are you today, my dear?
LIZZIE: Very well, only I wish you would not call me "my dear".
LIZZIE: It's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.
DARCY: What endearments am I allowed?
LIZZIE: Let me think. Lizzie for everyday. My Pearl for Sundays and Goddess Divine - but only on special occasions.
DARCY: And what shall I call you when I'm cross? Mrs. Darcy? LIZZIE: (suddenly serious) Oh no. You can only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are entirely and perfectly and incandescently happy.

He takes her face between his hands.

DARCY: And how are you this morning Mrs. Darcy?

Lizzie smiles as he kisses every inch of her face and in between each kiss, murmurs "Mrs. Darcy".

We PULL AWAY as this happens, seeing them now looking for all the world like two children, utterly at ease and with nothing to hide from each other.

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