[♪ Afterhere: "All Along the Watchtower"]
♪ "There must be some kind of way out of here" ♪
♪ Said the joker to the thief ♪
♪ "There's too much confusion ♪
♪ I can't get no relief" ♪
[snaps]
♪ All along the watchtower ♪
[excited chatter]
♪ Princes kept the view ♪
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Vanity Fair.
Please remember
Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place,
full of all sorts of humbug, falsehoods, and pretension.
Not a moral place, certainly,
nor a merry one, though very noisy.
A world where everyone is striving
for what is not worth having.
♪ All along the watchtower ♪
♪ All along ♪
- ♪ The watchtower ♪ - Whoo!
♪ Princes kept the view ♪
♪ There must be some kind of way out of here ♪♪
[laughing]
[girls singing scales]
You forget your station, Miss Sharp.
I do, yes, daily, and most sincerely.
[sighs]
I took you in when you had nothing.
And got a very good bargain for your trouble.
It's simple, Miss Pinkerton.
If you want to teach the girls music as well as French,
you'll have to pay me proper money
or find me a situation elsewhere.
Lord knows that's what we both want
most in the world.
Becky,
if you think that, because you are clever,
society will overlook your low birth...
I do, yes. Why not?
Then I fear the real world
will come as a dreadful shock to you.
[bell chimes]
[giggles]
I'm the only person under your roof
who has the first idea
what the real world looks like.
[chattering, giggling]
I wanted a purebred Arab,
but Papa can be so unreasonable.
My other pony is a Palomino.
- So jealous. - [giggling]
I shall write to you every single day.
Oh, be sure I will never forget you.
Hush, girls, hush! It's the last day of school,
not the end of the world.
Girls, please!
For those of you leaving us today,
a little memento of what my sister and I hope
have been happy years,
a lovely dictionary.
[simpers]
With a more ladylike attitude, you could have had a future here.
I'd rather beg in the streets.
Ohh.
Oh, yes, I see it now.
Only innocent foolishness could have led me
to think I could ever make something
of the daughter of an artist and an opera girl.
Miss Sharp, you shall make your way to Hampshire,
there to take up your new situation
as governess.
All the details are here.
Governess?
Ungrateful wretch.
I am worth more than Hampshire.
We shall see if Sir Pitt Crawley MP
shares your opinion.
You start one week today.
An orderly queue, girls.
Where am I to go till then?
No longer my concern.
You see
how a Christian may seek
to do good, girls,
only to find she has nursed a viper in her bosom?
[speaking French]
Gosh.
[giggling]
You might tell your parents
the headmistress they pay so well
can't speak a word of French.
Free at last.
[door opens and closes]
[muted chatter]
Leave it there.
Damn and blast.
I'm sure she didn't mean it, Miss Sharp.
[sobs]
Oh, no.
Oh, Becky, please don't cry.
No, Amelia.
Take no notice. It's nothing.
[sniffles]
Ohh.
Room for a little one?
Is that it, miss?
I travel light, for now.
This is going to be such fun.
[laughing]
Amelia. Amelia, what are you doing?
Oh. Poor Becky's got no one,
so she's coming home with me.
Miss Sharp has a situation.
Miss Sharp is going to Hampshire.
Poor, dear girl didn't get the best start in life.
Don't make excuses for the minx.
[gasps]
You gave that...serpent
one of my precious dictionaries.
It was only 2 and ninepence.
[both gasp]
Vive la France!
Vive Napoleon!
[laughing]
Oh. Oh, I hate the whole place, Amelia.
I hope I never set eyes on that black hole again.
I wish it were at the bottom of the Thames.
I never knew you capable
of such wicked, vengeful thoughts.
You are altogether too good to be true.
[giggles]
[spirited music plays]
So that was school.
And this is the world.
[music swells majestically]
Candles, miss?
For king and country!
[Becky and Amelia laugh]
[Becky] Our great city.
What are your hopes of it, Amelia?
I'm just like any other girl.
I want to be married and happy.
What about you?
I want to make sure tomorrow is better than today.
Every day.
Hmm.
Ah.
Ah. Thank you.
- Mama! - Darling girl!
[Mr. Sedley] You'll squeeze her to death, you ninny.
Ah. Oh, my darling, welcome home.
[Amelia] Hello.
You've heard me speak about Becky.
Endlessly, yes, yes.
She's come to stay.
Oh, it's only for a week.
She's nowhere else to go.
What a lovely surprise.
Welcome. Come.
I'll take this. Oh.
Come on through.
[Amelia] All the girls adored her,
and we thought her so exotic, Mama,
with her wild hair
and singing her little songs.
Little orphan, all alone.
Ohh.
Silly thing
would cry over a dead canary.
Thank you.
So as to your father, Miss Sharp.
He taught the girls drawing and painting
while still in health.
Alas, Our Lord saw fit to reunite him in heaven
with my beloved mama.
He was a man of great talent and virtue,
and he died in my arms with a prayer on his lips.
Oh. Poor darling.
I'm so very fortunate that dear Miss Pinkerton
allowed me to remain at the school,
and gave me the opportunity of helping to teach.
Miss Pinkerton is a saint.
[Amelia sighs] They love you.
I knew they would. [giggles]
Oh, Amelia,
what I'd give to have parents who are so kind and fond
and rich.
Oh, they're not rich, not really.
Papa's only a stockbroker,
and though I'm sure he's a very good one,
it's Jos who has the money to burn.
It's yours.
He won't mind. He brought me two more
when he came home from India.
Oh, my brother Jos.
He's the Collector of Boggley Wallah.
It's in India.
What does he collect there?
Do you know, I have no idea.
[chuckles]
India sounds so...
- Far away. - ...so exciting.
We're about the same size.
Let's see.
Perfect color for your complexion.
- Oh. - [chuckles]
Wear it at dinner.
I can't believe you never told me
you've got a brother who's an Indian nabob.
Is your sister-in-law nice?
Jos married? Lord above. No. No.
My poor brother, he's...
he's terrified of young ladies.
Well, I shan't let the poor soul be terrified of me.
[doorbell rings]
Why, he's early.
Oh. [giggles]
How do I look? My hair.
Perhaps a necklace. Maybe the carnelians.
Oh, Becky, I feel I may faint. [giggles]
The young lady will be pleased to see you, sir.
Oh, I thought I would die
when I didn't get a letter from you
for two whole weeks.
Silly miss. I'm here now...
- [giggling] - ...as I promised,
although I can't stay long.
Hello.
I think, Amelia,
this gentleman is perhaps not your brother.
Oh, no. This is George, of course. Oh, uh,
Miss Rebecca Sharp, my best friend from school.
Mr. George Osborne, my best friend from forever.
Heard a good deal about you, Mr. Osborne.
The French mistress?
My family fell upon hard times, sir,
but my mother was a Montmorency.
She's only here for a week,
and I so long for the two of you to love each other.
And we will. Miss Sharp.
- [doorbell rings] - Mr. Osborne.
- Mr. Jos. - Sam.
Osborne.
Emmy.
Uhh...
Jos. He is impossible.
Jos.
- Oh. - Jos!
Challenge for you, Miss Sharp?
[Amelia] Yes, we've lived here all our lives.
[Becky] Oh. So your papa the stockbroker
- in this house... - Yes.
...and his papa, the banker, in that one.
George, yes. And his papa, Mr. Osborne.
Neighbors and best friends.
But an arranged marriage is so old-fashioned.
What about falling in love and so on?
We are in love, silly.
Ever since we were little children.
I'd love my George if his father were a chimney sweep.
It's love that matters, isn't it?
So much more than money.
Depends how much you start out with.
[giggling] You don't mean that.
When you find the right man...
He'll have lots of money, or he won't be the right man.
- Ohh. - [laughs]
[Mrs. Sedley] I hope our British curry
is hot enough for you, Jos.
Mother, it's twice as good as any of my curries in India.
I made it just the way you like it.
[Mr. Sedley] Monkey curry, snake curry.
It's all they ever eat in Boggley Wallah,
isn't that right, Jos?
- Don't torment the boy. - [chuckling]
May I try some?
Oh. No, Becky, you won't like it.
Mayn't I, Mr. Jos?
I so want to learn about Indian dishes.
Careful, Miss Sharp.
The Collector is accustomed to a lot of chili.
Chili sounds so cool and lovely.
- Mr. Sedley... - Nothing to do with me.
Ahem.
May I have a little glass of water? Please.
Gad.
[chuckles]
When have you known him to be remotely interested
in young ladies until now?
Most fond mothers would find that a welcome development
- in a son of 30. - [clicks tongue]
An artist's daughter. It's...demeaning.
Name me the young lady of good breeding
who will want to accompany that great lardy loafer to India.
My son is not lardy.
He's as vain as a girl.
He's a great deal vainer than you ever were
in your whole life, and that's saying something.
I beg your pardon.
- Thank you, Sam. - Thank you.
Louisa, if the first girl to fish for him hooks him,
good luck to her.
I don't care who he marries.
This little friend of Amelia's is a white face at any rate.
Better than sending him back to India
into the arms of some dusky maharani.
Hmm.
Better than a dozen mahogany grandchildren.
[Mrs. Sedley laughs]
Well...
how far can she get in a week?
[gentle music plays]
[doorbell rings]
[sneezes]
Mr. Jos.
Hay fever.
So help me, Sam, I'm a martyr to it.
No, no.
Ohh.
Jos.
- For Amelia. - Ah.
For Miss Sharp.
Oh.
No, no. The other way around.
[both] Oh.
You are kind.
Aah!
[suppressed sneeze]
You're kind at heart, sir,
like all your loving family.
Ah.
Well,
we'll take these.
I'll find a vase. Won't be a minute.
You must have so many fascinating tales
from your life in India, Mr. Joseph.
[laughs] And another time,
this enormous wedding elephant
just ran amok through the village,
with a great big parasol
waving violently above its head
and tusks just everywhere
and all its fingers and toes painted.
Fingers?
Oh, toes. [laughs]
They've a lot of toes, do elephants,
and tusks, of course. Scary tusks.
I'm sure you were not scared.
Indeed I was not.
I think I might...
Well, in fact I did.
Yes, I did. I...
I ran out into its path,
and I seized it by the bridle.
And prevented the deaths
of so many innocent natives.
Indeed.
Indeed I did.
Definitely.
Are there many ladies in--in Boggley Wallah?
Ladies? Lordy, no.
It's a lonely, marshy, jungly sort of place.
I scarcely see a Christian face.
I shouldn't mind that for a minute,
not if there are elephants and tigers and...
brave gentlemen.
Miss Sharp.
Ahem. Becky.
Could you ever think...
I mean, ahem,
could I ever hope...
[bell rings]
Oh, tiffin!
Ah. [laughing]
Hmm.
Excellent. Thank you.
[Jos, mouth full] Oh, delicious. Ohh.
[piano plays]
Yes?
No.
Even though I was very quiet and ladylike
and enormously interested in India.
Tomorrow. I know it. Tomorrow
or the next day, he will declare himself.
I know nothing of Sir Pitt Crawley MP.
I cannot bear to be a governess.
I wasn't put on this earth
to be a poor and friendless spinster.
I've only three days before I must leave
for darkest Hampshire.
You're not going.
You're not.
It's too unfair that you should be unhappy
when I am so blessed.
Hmm.
What are you doing?
Reminding George of a promise.
[officer shouting commands]
[George] Well, I don't like her.
She's a nice, gay, merry young creature
In fact, she's devilish like that fine girl at Dumdum
that made a dead set at me.
Uh, Miss Cutler it was.
That was ten years ago.
Didn't Miss Cutler marry the surgeon?
I have a most killing flair with the ladies, George.
It would be unfair of you to suggest otherwise.
The ladies, they'll need a chaperone.
Gad, Jos, you're the one's in need of a chaperone,
at least until the departure of a certain young person
with fire in her eyes.
Oh, pooh. Nonsense.
Just the man. The virtue of the Queen of Sheba
would be safe with him.
Dobbin of ours. I say, Dobbin.
Madness, but apparently I promised Mr. Sedley's sister
- I would take her to Vauxhall. - Vauxhall?
Will you join us for a night's pleasuring?
Not entirely my cup of tea.
Oh, go on, Dob. If you're going to be my best man,
you ought to at least see her.
Well, I have met her, haven't I?
Years ago. Your tenth birthday party.
You must remember, Emmy.
Dobbin poured an entire bowl of punch
down your mother's green satin dress.
Long forgiven, dear Captain Dobbin.
Alas, I...
Y-You were so young and tiny, Miss Sedley.
I--I was so big and awkward.
Still...
[to herself] Dobbin.
Dobbin. The one you were at school with, George.
The one who beat off that horrid bully
when you were just a little boy.
I, uh, I took the other chap by surprise,
being much taller.
Old Dob dropped that villain
like a billiard ball into a pocket.
Hail Dobbin, the conquering hero.
Hmm.
You'll always be my hero, Captain Dobbin.
[romantic music plays]
[Jos] My dears.
Oh, he's been priming himself.
Damned fool.
The Collector of Boggley Wallah
is pleased to offer his arm to...
Miss Sharp.
For this evening's foray to Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens.
[laughs to herself]
[festive music plays]
[onlookers cheer]
Welcome, Miss Sharp,
to the earthly paradise that is Vauxhall Gardens.
I intend to take it by storm, sir.
And you shall.
It's the Emperor of India himself. [laughs]
Watch he don't squash you, miss.
[Jos] Do not be alarmed by the riffraff, Miss Sharp,
for I shall protect you.
I know it, sir.
Oh, the music's started already.
Dob, take the shawls and things, would you?
Thank you.
And get the tickets. I'll pay you back.
[band plays a lively tune]
♪ Blessed here, each night be blessed ♪
♪ The moon shall... ♪
- Whoo! - [laughs]
Careful, Miss Sharp.
♪ Down the silver Thames we glide ♪
[music continues]
[Becky] I love this place.
Absolutely thrilling, Miss Sharp.
♪ Distant bells and tuba peal ♪
♪ Fair the glorious Thisbe here ♪
♪ Vice is melodious still ♪
♪ So bright each bough, the charms are here ♪
- Get your drinks here. - Yes, my man.
Stout?
Don't you have claret, man?
There was always claret here in the old days.
Now they let in any old Tom, Dick, and Harry.
Oh, Mr. Jos, that's the whole point of this place,
as my dear papa used to say in happier times.
[screeches]
Ohh!
[both laugh]
The air is sweet, though, isn't it?
Isn't it, Miss Sharp?
[sniffs]
Violets and roses and...
[sniffs] What's that? I can't quite...
can't quite make it out.
Ohh!
Thrilling, isn't it?
Thrilling. Gad.
[barker] Ladies and gentlemen!
Pray raise your eyes to the heaven
and there feast them on the beautiful,
the extraordinary,
the ineffable courage and artistry
that is, all the way from Paris,
Madame Saqui!
Ooh la la.
[applause]
I wish we could have come alone,
just the two of us.
Well, that would miss the whole point.
I thought the point was to gaze into my brown eyes
while the sun sets romantically in the west.
Oh, look, I'm gazing, I'm gazing.
[laughter, chatter]
Oh, Mr. Hughes, thank you.
[gasps] Oh, Mr. Jos, promise to protect me.
Take my hand, Miss Sharp,
and we shall ascend into the heavens together.
Bring up the rear, Osborne, would you?
There's a good fellow.
Not nervous, are you, Sedley?
Me? No. The idea.
[giggling]
Hold on tight now, ladies and gentlemen.
Hold on tight, and up we go.
- [laughing] - Ohh.
Higher! Higher!
It's too high already!
Never too high, not for me.
[fireworks popping]
We're on top of the world.
Hmm.
George,
I don't think I'll ever be happier than in this moment.
I very much hope that's not true.
[woman laughing]
[Jos] They just come out of nowhere.
Are you sure you're not frightened?
I'm with you, Jos.
There might be footpads and mountebanks.
And you're with me.
Oh, he's still here.
One shilling and sixpence, miss.
1 and 6?
Oh, vanity of vanities!
[coins clink]
Tell me, hermit.
Shall we two be happy?
I can send you a tall and dark, handsome stranger.
[gasp] But you'll only break his heart.
Hmm.
I don't really like this fortune.
Tell me another.
Give us another 1 and 6, then.
[coughs] Or bugger off, smartish.
I'm not sure this fellow really is a Hindu, Becky.
[cackling laughter]
- [bell chimes] - Oh, tiffin.
- [hermit continues cackling] - Off we go, Miss Sharp.
[cackling continues]
[Jos] I don't know about you, Miss Sharp,
but I need a drink.
[playing a dancing tune]
[Jos] No, no, leave this to me.
For the ladies.
- Sir, may I help? - Be off with you.
I can carve better than any native.
Yes, yes. I'll take that.
Beware. I'm very terrible when I'm roused.
- [chuckling] - Jos, for heaven's sake,
let the poor fellow do his job.
If there's nothing else, sir.
Rack punch. Bring rack punch.
Everyone drinks rack punch at Vauxhall.
No, Jos, please don't.
The ladies won't drink it, I don't like it,
and you'll regret it.
But it's tradition.
And besides, I need something
to calm my nerves tonight, George, old boy.
Well, you're on your own, man.
Oh.
And would sir? Ah.
What a perfect night for...
...for oh, Miss Sharp.
[scoffs]
Oh, Miss Sharp.
- Ahh. - ♪ On Richmond Hill ♪
- ♪ There lived a lass ♪ - [Jos] Bring another.
♪ More bright than May-day morn ♪
♪ Whose charms all other maids' surpass ♪
♪ A rose without a thorn ♪
♪ This lass so neat with smile so sweet ♪
♪ Has won my right good will ♪
♪ I'd crown resign to call her mine ♪
♪ Sweet lass of Richmond Hill ♪
[off-key] ♪ The lass of Richmond Hill ♪
♪ Sweet lass of Richmond Hill ♪
♪ I'd crown resign to call thee mi-i-ine ♪
♪ The lass of Richmond Hill ♪
More!
Thank you, thank you. You're too kind.
[laughter]
On! Sing us another one, do!
Encore and bravo, fat boy!
More if it will give the ladies pleasure.
Go on, darling. Ain't you gonna join in
with your big beau?
Please take us home.
For heaven's sake, Jos, you've had enough.
- [Jos belches] - Ladies.
No. No, no, no.
My dearest soul. My diddle-diddle darling.
- Jos. - No, Jos, n-n-n-no.
♪ On Richmond Hill there lived a lass ♪
♪ More bright than...
Go. Do something. Go.
Jos, that's enough.
Dance with me, George.
Stop it. That's enough.
[strumpet jesting, indistinct]
Come on, come on. Give us a kiss.
George, George! Gad!
Stop that. That's enough.
- My soul's delight. - [Man] Just do it!
My own one.
Miss Sharp.
[George] I said that's enough!
Would you do me the great honor
- and pleasure... - Back off, you scoundrel!
[crowd gasps]
Oh, Becky, everything's gone wrong!
- Whose fault is that? - Jos, Jos, darling,
say it to me, say it to me.
Back away, Miss Sharp.
George! That is uncalled-for.
That's right. Insult me now
when there's no one to defend me,
- but just you wait. - Knock him down, the swine.
Go on, darling.
Cheeky bastard.
- Who does he think he is? - Stop it.
Be off, madam. All of you, stop it.
George, take the ladies back to the carriage now.
- The show's over. - Come on, Becky.
- Jos, we'll speak tomorrow. - Mm.
Listen to me! We'll speak tomorrow!
Show's over?
Come on. [sighs]
Oh, my hat.
I can't forget my hat.
Come on. Come on.
- I adore her, Dobbin. - I know.
Dob. Dob, I will marry her tomorrow.
- No, no. - And you shall be witness,
and we'll live happily ever after.
Good night, Emperor.
- Good night. - You'll do nothing of the sort,
- and neither will I. - You know...
You know what the problem is with you is?
You've never been in love.
Can't send you home to Amelia in this state.
- Becky? - Come on.
Becky. [sobbing]
Horse Guards Parade.
I'm sorry, Becky.
[belch]
Bloody fool.
[Jos] Pull over, Dobbin. Pull over.
[Amelia] I'm sorry George forgot his manners tonight.
It's not like him. Really, it isn't.
[Becky] It's no surprise if he wishes your brother to marry better.
Who is better than my friend?
All the women in England, it seems.
But you can't blame George for wanting the best for you.
You're being too kind, as always.
If there's to be any kindness in me,
I should learn it here.
I do long to join your family, Amelia.
So kind and warm and welcoming
to a poor orphan.
Can you love Jos, though?
As a husband, in spite of the...
rack punch and the singing?
I feel sure of it.
He is kind of heart, and as for his manners,
I shall be the making of them.
[giggles]
He called you his soul's delight,
- and in front of everyone. - I know.
Then he must propose marriage tomorrow.
Oh.
I should be the happiest little orphan in London.
And we two shall be happy wives
and sister forever.
[military drum beat]
- [door bangs open] - [George] Sedley!
Wake up!
No, not too loud. Too loud.
Oh, I do believe I'm very terrible
when I'm roused.
Terrible? You're pathetic.
- Oh, George, be kind. - He made a complete fool
of himself and his sister
with his crying and singing.
I never sing.
"On Richmond Hill there lived a lass
more bright than" something, something.
"Oh, my dearest diddle-diddle darling."
"Oh, my soul's delight."
And you let her ogle you and flatter you and...
Tell him, Dobbin. There's nobody else for me.
I worship her.
She worships your money.
Have mercy, George.
There's nobody else for me, Dobs.
I know.
I'm a liberal man,
but I've got my pride, and when I marry Amelia,
I want a lady for my sister-in-law,
not a French mistress.
Thank you.
- I'll take that. - You will not.
It says clearly "Miss Amelia Sedley,"
not "Little Miss Who Does She Think She Is?"
How can you be so rude to me when I'm a guest in this house?
Not for long. [knocking]
A letter for you, Miss Sedley.
Thank you, Sam.
[door closes]
[door opens]
[exhales] It's from Jos.
He's gone to Cheltenham.
Is he coming back?
He begs your forgiveness.
"Entreat her to pardon and forget every word
I may have uttered when excited by that fatal supper."
[Amelia sniffles]
Better luck in your next life.
I'm sure he'll regret it.
Jos?
Or George?
Clearly it wasn't meant to be,
and that's the end of that.
Moving on is something I do know how to do.
No.
No, don't leave.
- I'm sure he... - No.
No, he can't.
Take it. Take both of them.
I can't bear to part with you.
[gems clatter]
My carnelians. Please.
And be accused of stealing your jewelry?
- No. - No, Amelia.
Believe me, my desire for foreign travel
shall not lead me as a convict to Australia.
You are angry with me.
Nope. No.
Not with you.
With the world, perhaps.
Write to me.
Write to me, and I shall write to you.
Keep my letters in this box,
and soon the box will be full.
And we shall meet again.
We shall.
Meanwhile, I shall be governess
and learn to love every minute of it.
Yes, yes, I promise to love you forever
and ever and ever,
and tomorrow will be better than today.
The rich man at his castle,
the poor man at his gate.
Fortunately, I'm not a man.
- Drive on! - Oh, yes, indeed, miss.
Happy to be of service to such a lovely young lady.
Goodbye!
Thank you for everything!
[whip cracks]
Oh, that was a long week.
Jos will soon forget her.
Amelia will soon forget her.
It's so unfair.
She has no one.
Look, you don't know the world as I do, Emmy.
Your friend must learn her station.
[thump]
[music plays]
[clatter]
How much farther?
We're here!
Queens Crawley!
I can't even see a house!
This can't be right, coachman.
There's nobody home, but I'm expected.
Indeed, you are, young lady.
By Sir Pitt Crawley MP.
Who welcomes you to his humble abode.
Sir Pitt?
Hmm.
How can you pay a governess if you can't afford a coachman?
I can afford as many as I damn well like,
but I like to drive me own horses.
And I don't like to teach me own children.
[barking]
Whoa.
Don't mind old Gorer.
He's partial to a young lady.
- [Pitt laughing] - [barking]
Go now.
There you go.
Dead on.
Where is everyone?
I don't like a lot of fuss in the evening.
Why is it so cold?
Cold? Can't be.
We lit a fire just this afternoon.
- Who's that? - Hmm?
That's one of the Lady Crawleys.
I forget which.
Gorer, get your wormy arse off the lady's bed.
- Come on. - [barks]
Well, now, Miss Sharp, these shall be your quarters,
and very fine they are, too. I think you'll agree.
There's a lovely view here in the daylight.
[Becky] Oh.
This was my wife's favorite room.
Where's Lady Crawley tonight?
She died.
- Right there in that bed. - Oh.
[chuckling] Your face.
[chuckling]
Gets them every time.
- Come on, lad. - [barks]
Sleep well.
Be sure you won't be lonely?
No, certainly not.
Hmm. Righto.
[chuckles]
[music plays]
[Gorer barks]
[gasps]
Oh!
[Gorer barking]
[Agnes Obel] ♪ Roses on parade ♪
♪ They follow you around ♪
♪ Upon your shore ♪
♪ As sure as I could say ♪
♪ Be gone, be far away ♪
♪ Ohh-oh-oh ♪♪