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1. EXT. LONGBOURN HOUSE - DAY.

FADE UP ON: A YOUNG WOMAN, as she walks through a field of tall, meadow grass. She is reading a novel entitled 'First Impressions'.
This is LIZZIE BENNET, 20, good humoured, attractive, and nobody's fool. She approaches Longbourn, a fairly run down 17th Century house with a small moat around it. Lizzie jumps up onto a wall and crosses the moat by walking a wooden plank duck board, a reckless trick learnt in early childhood. She walks passed the back of the house where, through an open window to the library, we see her mother and father, MR and MRS BENNET.
MRS BENNET: My dear Mr Bennet, have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?
We follow Lizzie into the house, but still overhear her parents' conversation.
MRS BENNET: (cont'd) Do you not want to know who has taken it?
MR BENNET: As you wish to tell me, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.

2. INT. LONGBOURN - CONTINUOUS.
As Lizzie walks through the hallway, we hear the sound of piano scales plodding through the afternoon. She walks down the entrance hall past the room where MARY (18) the bluestocking of the family, is practising, and finds KITTY (16) and LYDIA (15) are listening at the door to the library. Lizzie pokes Lydia.
LIZZIE: Liddy! Kitty - what have I told you about listening at –
LYDIA: Never mind that, there's a Mr Bingley arrived from the North
KITTY: - with more than one chaise
LYDIA: - and five thousand a year!
LIZZIE: Really?
LYDIA: And he's single!
JANE, the eldest and very beautiful if rather naive sister, materializes at Lizzie's elbow.
JANE: Who's single?
LIZZIE: A Mr Bingley, apparently.
KITTY: Shhhh!
She clamps her ear to the door.
LIZZIE: Oh, really Kitty.
Lydia leans in, whilst Jane and Lizzie strain to hear without appearing to.

3. INT. LIBRARY - LONGBOURN - CONTINUOUS.
Mr Bennet is trying to ignore Mrs Bennet.
MRS BENNET: What a fine thing for our girls!
MR BENNET: How can it affect them?
MRS BENNET: My dear Mr Bennet, how can you be so tiresome! You know that he must marry one of them.
MR BENNET: Oh, so that is his design in settling here?
Mr Bennet takes a plant he's been looking at from his table and walks out of the library into the corridor, where the girls are gathered, Mrs Bennet following.
MR BENNET: (cont'd) Good heavens. People.

4. INT. CORRIDOR - LONGBOURN - THE SAME.
He walks through the girls to the drawing room pursued by Mrs Bennet.
MRS BENNET: - So you must go and visit him at once.

5. INT. DRAWING ROOM - LONGBOURN - THE SAME.
Mr Bennet walks to a table and places the plant in the light. Mary is still practising the piano. The girls flock behind him.
LYDIA: Are you listening? You never listen.
KITTY: You must, Papa!
MRS BENNET: At once!
MR BENNET: There is no need, for I already have.
The piano stops. A frozen silence. They all stare.
MRS BENNET: You have?
JANE: When?
MRS BENNET: How can you tease me, Mr Bennet? Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?
MR BENNET: You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for them; they have been my constant companions these twenty years.
MRS BENNET: Is he amiable?
MARY: Who?
KITTY: Is he handsome?
MARY: Who?
LYDIA: He's sure to be handsome.
LIZZIE: (ironically) With five thousand a year, would not matter if he had warts and a leer.
MR BENNET: I will give my hearty consent to his marrying whichever of the girls he chooses. Warts and all.
MARY: Who's got warts?
LYDIA: So will he come to the ball tomorrow?
MR BENNET: I believe so.
Lydia and Kitty shriek with excitement and jump up and down.
KITTY: (to Jane) I have to have your spotted muslin, Jane!
LYDIA: No, I need it! It makes Kitty look like a pudding.
KITTY: - Oh please Jane, I'll lend you my green slippers.
They both look onto Jane and pull at her arms. Mr Bennet winks at Lizzie.

6. EXT. LONGBOURN HOUSE - DAY.
A wide shot of the house as we continue to hear the girls argue over what they will wear.

7. INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE - NIGHT.
The local subscription dance is in full swing, (Dance 1). It's a rough-and-ready, though enthusiastic affair: yeoman farmers, small-time squires with their ruddy-cheeked daughters.
Lydia and Kitty are dancing.
LYDIA: I can't breathe. How am I going to dance all night if I can't breathe?
KITTY: My toes hurt already.
Lizzie and Jane are a little apart from their family. Jane looks breathtaking.
LIZZIE: Well, if every man in this room does not end the evening in love with you then I am no judge of beauty.
JANE: Or men.
LIZZIE: Oh, they are far too easy to judge.
JANE: They are not all bad.
LIZZIE: Humourless poppycocks, in my limited experience.
JANE: One of these days, Lizzie, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue.
She stops speaking and stares. A dazzling group enters the room: George Charles Bingley (25) a good hearted soul but prone to bumbling embarrassment when his enthusiasms get the better of him, his sister Caroline (23) a victim of every latest fashion, counting herself superior to most company she encounters, and finally, Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy (27) dashing, brooding with an introversion which could be misconstrued as hauteur. They are dressed in the highest modes.
The music and dancing stops as the local people turn and stare. The newcomers - creatures from another world - make quite a stir. Darcy surveys the hall. He catches Lizzie's eye. She stares, with a kind of surprised shock. Caroline Bingley turns to Darcy.

CAROLINE: Oh dear, we are a long way from Grosvenor Square, are we not, Mr Darcy?
He does indeed look superior to the assembled company.
SIR WILLIAM LUCAS (53) a hale but unsophisticated member of the self-made gentry, hurries to greet the new arrivals. He leads them down the center of the dance floor towards the best seats in the room, stopping occasionally to introduce them to various parties.
Lizzie's great friend Charlotte Lucas, Sir Williams’ daughter - an intelligent, sensible woman in her late twenties, comes to Lizzie's side.
LIZZIE: So which of the painted peacocks is our Mr Bingley?
CHARLOTTE: He is on the right, and on the left is his sister.
LIZZIE: And the person with the quizzical brow?
CHARLOTTE: That is his good friend, 'Mr Darcy.
LIZZIE: He looks miserable, poor soul.
CHARLOTTE: Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not.
LIZZIE: Tell me.
CHARLOTTE: Ten thousand a year and he owns half of Derbyshire.
LIZZIE: The miserable half?
They share a complicit giggle.
Sir William Lucas arrives with Darcy and the Bingley's to introduce his daughter Charlotte and the Bennet family. Behind them the music and dancing re-start where they left off.
SIR WILLIAM: (to Mr Bingley) My eldest daughter you know, Mrs Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet, Elizabeth and Miss Mary Bennet.
MRS BENNET: It is a pleasure. I have two others but they are already dancing.
Mr Bingley is transfixed by Jane and gazes openly at her.
MR BINGLEY: Delighted to make your acquaintance.
SIR WILLIAM: And may I introduce Mr Darcy. (Significant look) - of Pemberley, in Derbyshire!
A stiff bow from Darcy, Lizzie smiles, Darcy does not.

8. INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE - NIGHT.
Moments later. Lizzie is standing in a small group with Jane, Bingley, Miss Bingley and Darcy.
JANE: How do you like it here in Hertfordshire, Mr Bingley?
MR BINGLEY: (smiling at Jane shyly) Very much.
LIZZIE: The library at Netherfield, I've heard, is one of the finest in the country.
MR BINGLEY: Yes, it fills me with guilt.
He looks at Jane and a little blush starts around his collar.
BINGLEY: Not a good reader, you see. I prefer being out of doors. I mean, I can read, of course and, and I'm not suggesting you can't read outdoors - of course.
JANE: I wish I read more, but there always seems so many other things to do.
BINGLEY: That's exactly what I meant.
He beams at Jane, gratefully. The first dance ends. Lydia and Kitty rush past in a state of high excitement.
LYDIA: Mama! You will never ever ever ever believe what I'm about to tell you!
MR BENNET: You've decided to take the veil?
Lydia ignores him.
MRS BENNET: Tell me quickly, my love
LYDIA: (shrieking) The regiment are coming!
Mrs Bennet shrieks too. Mr Bennet winces.
KITTY: They're to be stationed the whole winter! Stationed in the village, just right there!
Now all three Bennet females shriek and Lydia actually jumps up and down.

LYDIA: Officers! Officers as far as the eye can see!
KITTY: How will we meet them?
LYDIA: It's easy. You just walk up and down in front of them and drop something.
Lydia pantomimes the actions for Kitty.
LYDIA: (cont'd) They pick it up. You say 'Oh thank you sir' and blush prettily and then you're introduced!
Couples begin to form for the next dance. Mr Bingley turns to Jane.
MR BINGLEY: May I have the honour?
They leave to dance (Dance 2). Lizzie addresses Darcy as much to distract him from her family as for any other reason.
LIZZIE: Do you dance Mr Darcy?
DARCY: Not if I can help it.
Lizzie, Darcy and Miss Bingley stand in uncompanionable silence.
On the dance floor Mr Bingley is dancing with Jane. His ears are bright pink. Mrs Bennet, with a group of other mothers, watches the young couple with rather too obvious a satisfaction.
MRS BENNET: That dress becomes her does it not. Though of course my Jane needs little help from couturiers.
Lizzie wanders through the throng. She looks at Bingley and Jane dancing - Jane is calm and demure, Bingley clearly smitten.

9. INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE – NIGHT.
Later. Darcy is joined by an exhilarated Bingley.
MR BINGLEY: Upon my word I've never seen so many pretty girls in my life.
DARCY: You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room.
BINGLEY: Oh, she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld, but her sister Lizzie is very agreeable.
They have stopped at the edge of the dance floor but have not seen Lizzie and Charlotte who are hiding behind a pillar. Lizzie starts to smile.
DARCY: Perfectly tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt me.
Lizzie stops smiling.
DARCY: (cont'd) You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.
Bingley goes off.
CUT TO: Lizzie and Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: Count your blessings, Lizzie. If he liked you, you'd have to talk to him.
LIZZIE: Precisely. As it is, I would not dance with him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half.
Charlotte smiles at her friend, but sees nonetheless that she is stung.

10. INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE - NIGHT.
Later, (Dance 3). Bingley politely dancing with Charlotte. As he does so, he catches sight of Jane dancing with somebody else. A look of pure longing, but he cannot dance every dance with her. Lizzie too is dancing and clocks this.
Lydia and Kitty are exuberantly dancing too, laughing and chatting. Darcy stands watching, a look of infinitely superior boredom on his fine features.

11. INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE – NIGHT.
Bingley is standing with Jane, Lizzie, Mrs Bennet and Darcy. (Dance 4).
BINGLEY: (to Lizzie) Your friend Miss Lucas is a most amusing young woman.
LIZZIE: Yes! I adore her.
MRS BENNET: It is a pity she is not more handsome.
LIZZIE: Mama!
MRS BENNET: But Lizzie will never admit she is plain. (to Bingley) Of course it is my Jane Who is considered the beauty of the county.
JANE: Oh, Mama, please!
MRS BENNET: When she was only fifteen there was a gentleman so much in love with her that I was sure he would make her an offer. However, he did write her some very pretty verses.
LIZZIE: (impatiently) And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?
DARCY: I thought that poetry was the food of love.
LIZZIE: Of a fine, stout love it may. But if it is only a vague inclination, I am convinced that one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.
Darcy looks at Lizzie with a glimmering of interest.
DARCY: So what do you recommend, to encourage affection?
Lizzie turns and looks at Darcy square on.
LIZZIE: Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.
She gives him a dazzling smile. Darcy looks startled. He has no idea she heard him. Now it is his turn to blush.
End on a wide shot of the assembly rooms and the dance continuing.

12. INT. LIZZIE & JANE'S BEDROOM - LONGBOURN - NIGHT.
Lizzie and Jane are both in the same bed under the covers. They are too excited to sleep. Jane puts on an extra pair of socks to keep herself warm.
JANE: Mr Bingley is just what a young man ought to be. Sensible, good humoured -LIZZIE: (completing the list) Handsome, conveniently rich.
JANE: You know perfectly well I do not believe marriage should be driven by thoughts of money.
LIZZIE: I agree entirely, only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.
JANE: Do you really believe he liked me, Lizzie?
LIZZIE: Jane, he danced with you most of the night and stared at you for the rest of it. But I give you leave to like him. You've liked many a stupider person.
JANE: Lizzie!
LIZZIE: You're a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.
JANE: Not his friend. I still cannot believe what he said about you.
LIZZIE: Mr Darcy? I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine. But no matter. I doubt we shall ever speak again.
We move away from the bed and out through the window to take in the starry night sky.

13. INT. DINING ROOM - LONGBOURN - DAY.
Mrs Bennet presides over breakfast with an endless description of the ball. Mary is doing some needle work, whilst Lydia, Kitty and Jane blearily eat.
MRS BENNET: ...and then he danced the third with Miss Lucas. Poor thing, it is a shame she is not more handsome. There's a spinster in the making and no mistake. The fourth with a Miss King of little standing. And the fifth again with Jane.
MR BENNET: If he'd had any compassion for me he would have sprained his ankle in the first set.
MRS BENNET: Oh, Mr Bennet! The way you carry on, anybody would think the girls looked forward to a grand inheritance.
Lizzie rolls her eyes at Mr Bennet, they've heard this speech many times before.
MR BENNET: Kitty, be so kind as to pass the butter.
MRS BENNET: As you well know, Mr Bennet, when you die, which may in fact be very soon

MR BENNET: As soon as I can manage it.
MRS BENNET: - our girls will be left without a roof over their head nor a penny to their name.
LIZZIE: Oh Mother, please! It's ten in the morning.
Betsy, the maid, enters the room and interrupts Mrs Benne