All language subtitles for Sanditon.S01E07 eng

It is my solemn
duty to inform you

that Lady Denham's condition
is now very precarious indeed.

I fear she will not
see out the night.

Oh, poor, dear aunt.

Well, I'd better pay my
respects while there's still time.

Surely we must postpone
the Regatta out of respect.

She's gravely ill.

Everyone else can
accept it. Why not you?

Don't you see it, Mary?

She cannot die
because then I will be left

without a principal investor.

She's on her death bed

and your only concern is what
that will mean for your town?

Without her investment, I
should soon face bankruptcy.

Everything, our house,
our security would be at risk.

I... I am just speaking
frankly, Mary.

As you wished.

I see.

Georgiana!

Mr Sidney's here to see you.

Send him away!

I have no wish to speak
to anyone, least of all you.

Come, Georgiana. Is it not
time you ventured outside?

- At least you... - Leave them!

I am all too aware that I have
fallen short as your guardian.

But please believe that I am
sincere in my desire to make amends.

Men like you cannot change.

- Mr Stringer.
- Well met, Miss Heywood!

Feels I've hardly seen you
since you got back from London.

No, we must remedy that.

Perhaps we'll have time for a more
substantial conversation tomorrow,

at the regatta?

Until tomorrow, then.

Hear that, Old Stringer?

A "substantial conversation"!

Ah, Miss Heywood.

Mr Parker.

How did you find her?

Oh... I daresay
you'll have more luck.

I, er...

I might wait for you
downstairs if you don't mind?

No.

Not at all.

Edward is taking his time.

I cannot think
what is keeping him,

given conversation with our aunt
is currently somewhat one-sided.

He is showing due
respect to a dying woman.

You might consider
doing likewise.

What has she done
to merit my respect?

I shan't be goaded
into another quarrel.

Our enmity is finished.
There never was a will.

There most certainly was.

But its contents were
demonstrably absurd.

Edward and I had no
choice but to burn it.

We agreed a half-share each
was a far more agreeable outcome.

Edward would never
conspire with you.

He regards you with
absolute contempt.

And yet...

there is no way to feign the
kind of fondness he showed me.

You're lying.

I was lying.

We both were.

On the drawing room
floor, if you must know.

It was a fleeting encounter,
but he was touchingly eager.

Like a little boy.

Has that been your
experience too?

Oh.

Could it be that you have
never given yourself to him?

Small wonder he was so keen
to take his pleasure elsewhere.

You must be patient
with Georgiana.

Every minute spent
apart is... Well...

You know how sharp the
agony of separation can be.

Yes, I expect you're
right, Miss Heywood.

Although fate has a
strange way of surprising

even the most jaded amongst us.

You are not nearly as
unfeeling as you pretend.

Well, if that is the case,

I would ask you to
keep it to yourself.

I have a reputation to uphold.

Your secret is safe with me.

Well, I am no Dr Fuchs...

but I do not zink she
is long for zis vorld.

You should know...

there's not a
single person alive

who holds you in
the least affection.

Not Edward. Not Clara.

Not me.

To my eternal shame, we
only cared for your fortune.

Realised too late what a foul,
corrupting cancer your money is.

Turned you into a cruel,
miserly old woman...

who will die unloved
and un-mourned.

And it turned
Edward... my Edward...

The truth is he's
betrayed us both.

He betrayed us when...

he and Clara lay with each
other on your drawing room floor.

He betrayed us when
he and Clara conspired

to burn your will and
share your fortune.

I truly hope you find
happiness in heaven...

because this earth
has become a living hell.

Then there'll be the
sandcastle competition

and after a respectable
break for luncheon,

comes fishermen's boat race.

And we end the day with the
gentlemen's amateur rowing.

Splendid. Excellent.

Something for everyone to enjoy.

- All we need now are some visitors.
- Papa! Papa!

Uncle Sidney's here!

And he's brought a
pretty lady with him!

Fare thee well?

- How wonderful to see you.
- We're all upstairs.

- And you'll stay for the Regatta?
- Yes...

Ah, Tom, you
remember Mrs Campion?

Sidney has asked Eliza
to stay for the Regatta.

Isn't that a wonderful
surprise? Welcome! Welcome!

You are most kind.

I must say, the pair of
you have barely altered...

Hmm?

Is it over?

La tante est morte?

Not yet.

If I'd known it was going
to be this drawn out,

I would have slept
in my own bed.

Perhaps you'll be more
comfortable on the floor.

To meine grosse freude,

your aunt has responded
magnificently to my treatment.

A short time ago, her fever
broke and she is now able to sit up

and talk ein bischen.

It is not impossible she
may yet recover altogether.

Come along, Henry.

I must say, I hoped we would
have... had more visitors by now.

Perhaps some people are
already down at the river.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure
you're right, my dear.

I do wonder if we should have
done at least a little preparation

for this race. A gentleman
does not practice.

It is tantamount to cheating.

Why do you keep looking around?

Not keeping an eye out for that
miserable Denham creature, I hope?

Heavens, no.

Given up that hunt.

It was a futile pursuit.

At the last regatta I attended,
they raced Arab stallions.

The one before that featured
eight clippers in full sail.

But for sheer exhilaration,

what could compare to a
sandcastle competition?

Well, this is no ordinary
sandcastle competition.

Look at this one,
for instance...

Miss Heywood, what a
handsome construction.

I assume you and
Henry are the architects?

Oh, no. That would be Jenny.

I'm... merely a labourer.

Well, it is a fine
piece of work.

And if this doesn't win, there
is no justice, is there, Henry?

- No. - No.

Yes, well done, children!

Right.

I shall show you Tom's
new bathing machine.

- Yes. - Good day, Miss Heywood.

Who did you say that girl was?

Miss Heywood.

She's a guest of my
brother and Mary's.

And she helps with the children?

Well... among other things, yes.

She is rather a
sweet little thing.

But, Arthur, you can't
possibly join the boat race.

I've never heard
such a lunatic notion.

What choice do I have?

It is the Parker brothers rowing
team and I am a Parker brother.

You know how you
suffer with seasickness!

It is the river!
Don't split hairs!

It is an aversion to
anything that floats!

There you go.

Arthur!

Do you realise who that is?

- How are you? Nice to see you.
- Lady Susan...

And the first prize goes
to Harriet and Nicholas

for their truly
magnificent castellation.

Congratulations, well done.

Marvellous. And
the runners up...

You'll never believe
who's just arrived.

No less a personage than
Lady Worcester herself.

Erm... The runners
up are... Er...

Er... sorry, you...

Jor... I'm sorry, would you
mind handing these out?

I have to go. There's
a list, thank you.

My dear, come along!

'Her every whim
must be indulged.'

If we can secure her patronage,

we shall be rendered
fashionable at a stroke.

Who is this Lady Worcester?
My dear, she's quite notorious!

London society positively
revolves around her.

It is a well-known fact that
her and the Prince Regent are...

Simpatico?

My lady!

A thousand welcomes!

I beg your forgiveness
for missing your arrival.

Mr Thomas Parker
at your service.

Oh. My wife... My wife Mary.

We are greatly honoured.

As you shall see, we have the
finest situation on the south coast.

- Our seawater and our...
- Oh, shush, never mind all that.

If I gave a fig about the sea, I
would have gone to Brighton!

No, no, no.

The reason I came here to continue
my conversation with Charlotte.

Susan?

Very nice to see you.

Let me introduce
you to some people.

Oh, words cannot
express our relief.

Dr Fuchs has earned
our eternal gratitude.

Why? I rallied despite him.

If anyone deserves credit,

it is the ass whose milk
restored my strength.

We have kept
constant vigil. Hmm...

Well, you can dry your eyes.

I found dying
highly disagreeable

and I have no intention of
repeating the experience.

Although, it has to be said,

there is nothing like imminent
death to focus the mind.

It seems I had underestimated

the boundless
depths of your venality.

Aunt, you must rest awhile.

Your fever has clearly
left you confused.

No... I am anything but.

Like a phoenix, I am
rising from the ashes.

Which is more than can be
said for my last will and testament.

Cos like your miserable souls,
that is blackened beyond redemption!

It was all Clara's idea.

Liar! Oh, enough!

You feeble parasites!

Neither of you shall ever
darken my doors again.

And, Edward Denham, from this
moment forth, you are disowned.

And, Clara Brereton,

you shall be put on the
next coach back to London.

I suggest you start packing.

Get out!

And needless to say,

I shall be laying a new
floor in my drawing room.

It seems the old one
has been indelibly stained.

And as for you, Esther...

It appears you are now
my sole remaining heir.

Though more by
luck than judgement.

So, the lady of the
town is on her deathbed

and the heartsick heiress
has taken to her bedroom.

How thrilling!

But more importantly
than any of that,

does a certain person know
yet that you are in love with him?

I fear you're mistaken, my lady.

I was not... I am not... Susan.

And I am never wrong when it
comes to matters of the heart.

Even if it were true,
he is spoken for.

Oh, yes, I know all about Mrs C.

She must be the wealthiest
widow in the country,

not to mention the most elegant.

I can see why you'd
find her a dispiriting rival.

But... she will have
a chink in her armour.

We just need to find it.

Mrs Campion, I've
been longing to meet you.

I have heard so much
about you. Miss Heywood.

I wondered whether I might
persuade you to take a walk with me.

Unless, now's not a...? Oh,
no, now's the perfect time.

I need to make sure everything
stands ready at the starting line.

Perhaps you could accompany me?

You seem a different man.

And there is no
doubting the cause.

The lovely Mrs Campion.

Although I doubt she will
remain Mrs Campion for long

if you have your
way. Steady on, Tom.

There's no need to
rush things. And why not?

She is beautiful, witty and rich
and you have loved her for a decade.

Why would there be the
slightest doubt in your mind?

You know, it is
a strange feeling.

When you've wanting
something impossible for so long,

and suddenly it's
within your grasp.

Do you know, for years, all I
knew about my brother Sidney

was that he was driven to the
West Indies with a broken heart.

Then what's your point, Arthur?

I admire your
spirit of forgiveness.

That is all. If it were me,

I do not think I could bring
myself to trust her again.

Looks as though the regatta
will be a success, Miss,

and that is in large
part down to you.

In truth, I have been
grateful for the distraction.

Distraction from what?

My own thoughts, I suppose.

What kind of thoughts?

It's difficult to say.

Perhaps you might find me
a more sympathetic listener

than you might imagine.

It could be that we
share the same thoughts.

I doubt it.

You are far too
sensible to form such a...

misguided and futile attachment.

Why should it be
futile, Miss Heywood?

For all you know, your feelings
are repaid five times over.

I allowed myself to believe
so for the briefest of moments.

But I cannot deny the
evidence of my own eyes.

No matter.

There is nothing to be done.

You were right, Mr Stringer.

You are a sympathetic
listener indeed.

Good Lord... Do
you see, my dear?

It is as if London
has been emptied

and the entire beau
monde transported here!

Yes. I'm pleased for you, Tom.

I know how much
today means to you.

Have you seen Arthur?

It would seem he
has quite disappeared.

"be not afraid, neither
be thou dismayed.

"For the Lord thy God is with
thee whithersoever thou goest..."

Shall I continue, my child?

I would sooner be crucified.

I do no doubt the
depths of your suffering,

but I hardly think it compares
with the agonies of the cross!

Er... Mr Hankins.

Forgive the
interruption, but I, er...

I-I urgently need Miss
Lambe's assistance with...

with a matter
pertaining to the Regatta!

Of what nature?

With, er... the,
er... duck race.

May I let you into a
secret, Miss Lambe?

There is no duck race. Ha!

It was a ruse!

You can leave me now.

I have no further
need of your company.

Come, Miss Lambe!

Now that we have sprung
you from your quarters,

we might as well
enjoy the regatta.

Do you suppose there
will be a cake stall?

I do hope so!

It's a little over an hour
until the race, Mr Parker.

I'm letting all the
competitors know.

Thank you.

Well, what do you
think, Miss Heywood?

Do I look ready to you?

I am no expert.

Neither am I, regrettably.

I haven't picked
up an oar in years.

I'm sure it'll all
come back to you.

I wonder.

Thank you.

"A man cannot step
into the same river twice."

Have you ever heard that?

"For he is not the same man
and it is not the same river."

It's Heraclitus.

Yes... Of course
you'd know that.

Well, I need a second person to
balance the boat, would you mind?

- I'm not sure if I...
- Come on.

Careful.

Sit down behind here.

May I ask you
something, Miss Heywood?

Why is it, when I finally
have a chance of happiness...

can I not accept the fact?

What is it you can not accept?

I had convinced myself that I
was destined to remain alone...

that I was ill-suited
for matrimony.

I don't believe that anybody
is truly unsuited to marriage.

Not even you.

I suppose it's just a
question of compatibility?

Yes.

I suppose you're right.

Now... it's your turn.

Give me your hands.

Lower your hands.

Good.

That's it.

Here.

Keep your back straight.

Sidney!

My dear Esther,

I have to hand it to you,
you played that brilliantly!

The look on Clara's face!

Do you take pleasure in this?

What? You heard her. We won.

The money, it's ours.

How?

My inheritance is
far from assured.

And you're disowned.

By her, perhaps.

But that is no great loss.

You shall hardly wish to see
me flung out without a penny.

Even now that's
all you care about?

No.

No, this is about us
this is about our future...

There is no us.
There is no future.

You saw to that when
you schemed with Clara...

I did what I had to.

We would have
been left with nothing.

I loved you.

Ah, Mr Mullan!

How good of you to come.

May I introduce my new
friend, Charlotte Heywood?

Pleased to meet you.

Are all of these people
here at your invitation?

Not necessarily.

But a social circle is
like the cog of a clock.

Once you've set one in motion,
the others are bound to follow.

Ah, Lord Grasmere!

May I introduce my
friend, Charlotte Heywood?

Miss Heywood, a
pleasure to meet you.

Oh, you have made
the day a success.

I hardly know how to thank you.

You have no need to thank me.

I came here to
enjoy your company.

Yes, please.

Look who's coming our way.

I think we can safely say we have
found Mrs Campion's Achilles heel.

What is it?

You.

Thank you.

- May we join you? - Mm!

What is the topic of discussion?

Miss Heywood and I were
just discussing marriage.

What is your opinion
of marriage, Mr Parker?

I cannot speak of it with
any authority, I'm afraid.

Huh. What about
you, Miss Heywood?

You're of marrying age. It
must be much on your mind.

There seems little point
considering marriage

until you've found someone
you'd wish to marry.

There must be a boy in your
village that's caught your eye?

And why should Charlotte
be limited to her village?

I always think it helps to share
a common background, that's all.

Miss Heywood is hardly likely

to find a kindred
spirit in this company.

And why not?

I just imagine she must find all
our London talk unspeakably tedious.

Wouldn't you agree, Sidney?

I have no doubt that Charlotte

would rather be sat somewhere
quietly reading Heraclitus...

Sidney, you are wicked!

That will certainly not
help her find a husband.

You are quite
right, Mrs Campion.

I'm a farmer's daughter
who reads books.

What could I possibly have
in common with anyone here?

Excuse me.

Miss Heywood.
Would you excuse me?

The race is about to start...
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I only ask for a moment.

Well?

I hope you were not too
offended by Mrs Campion.

It was only meant in jest.

Is that all I am to you?

A source of amusement?

No, of course not,
you're... Forgive me...

On the contrary, you have
done me a great service.

I'm no longer in any doubt
as to how you regard me.

Miss Heywood... What?

What is it you want from me?

Please... be kind
enough to leave me alone.

Excuse me.

Sir Edward.

Tell me, how is your aunt?
Alive, if that's what you're asking.

She's risen, Lazarus-like
from her deathbed.

But that is wonderful news!

Is it not?

I am quite beside myself.

I hate you for dragging me
here. Everyone is staring at me.

Judging me. The ruined woman.

To be fair, Miss Lambe, people
have always stared at you.

I thought you'd be
used to it by now.

And you are far from ruined.

You have your whole
life ahead of you.

I think you might be the most
infuriating man I have ever met.

I shall take that
as a compliment.

Miss Lambe!

Sir Edward!

Word to the wise, Babington.

You should know my
sister is utterly deluded.

She's been making the most
preposterous slurs against my name.

All in some cynical bid to
steal my share of an inheritance.

It breaks my heart to say
it, but she's dead to me.

You're welcome to her.

What did he mean, Crowe?

"Utterly deluded." That's not
the Esther Denham I know.

Who cares, man?

Focus on the matter at hand.

I have five pounds
on us taking first place.

Here he is!

How did you fare, then?

Was the conversation as
substantial as you'd hoped?

Let's just focus on
the race, shall we?

I'm damned if I'll lose
to him twice in a day.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen!

The Men's Race
is about to begin!

Yes, this is such a
good view from here.

Well, brothers...

I trust we're feeling confident?

That's not the word
I would choose.

Especially now that
I've seen the opposition.

I wonder if we should
have a strategy?

My strategy principally
revolves around not drowning.

Sidney? What do you think?

How the hell should I know?

I'm going to wish them luck.

Good luck, the Parkers!

Good luck, Mr Stringer!

Thank you, Miss.

Push off.

Oarsmen, move into line.

Hold station, four.

Move up, three.

Number four, move up.

Ready... Attention...
Good luck, gentlemen.

Go! Find your
rhythm, here we go!

Come on, Sidney! Come on, Tom!

- Row... - Together!

Pull! Together!

Pull! Together!

Come on, Parkers! We're
inches in it, come on.

In. Out. In... Come on!

Well done, men.
You're doing very well!

Looking good!

In... out!

In... Come on!

Here we go now. Come
on, men, push through!

Excuse us...

Miss Heywood.

Mrs Campion.

They're gaining on us!

Bugger that.

Easy, Crowe! Easy!

Trust me. I am in
complete control.

Easy!

Hard left, man! Hard left!

Crowe!

I do hope Sidney wins.

I have never seen the point of
entering a race unless you win it.

Here they come!

Is not that my brothers'
boat in the lead?

Oh, go on, the Parkers!

Go on, son!

Pull! They're gaining!

Together!

Pull!

Come on, Tom! Come on, Sidney!

In. Out.

Come on, Arthur!

Lads! We got them, lads!

Come on! Pull!

Come on, Sidney! Come on, Tom!

Come on!

Come on, pull!

Together!

Come on, boys, together!

Come on, Sidney!

Come on, boys,
together! Together!

Come on, young 'un!
Come on, young 'un!

Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Thank you.

Not a bad effort, young 'un.

The winner of the First Annual
Sanditon Gentlemen's Race

is the boat captained
by Mr James Stringer!

Not bad, eh?

- Well done, Mr Stringer.
- Thank you, Sir.

Not the prize I was after.

- Well rowed.
- Well done, Stringer.

- Well coxed. - Well rowed.

Well, Mr Parker,

I must thank you for a
most invigorating day.

It is I who must
thank you, ma'am.

And if I might presume, I hope that
we might see you in Sanditon again,

perhaps for longer next time?
There is a distinct likelihood.

I have one friend in particular

who would be rather
taken with the place.

He would be most
welcome, of course...

Or... or she.

Goodbye, Charlotte.

You must not lose heart.

The race is not yet run.

Thank you, but, I am more or
less resigned to its outcome.

Ah, my dear girl,

when it comes to love, there is no
such thing as a foregone conclusion.

"One particular friend."

She must surely be talking
about the Prince Regent himself!

Goodbye.

Your regatta was a huge triumph!

Come, Mary.

We can hardly
call it "my" regatta.

It was our regatta.

It wouldn't have happened
without Charlotte...

Couldn't have
happened without you.

Why did I ever think to
hide a thing from you...

When you... you are my
strength, my inspiration.

What a fool I was.

I promise you this much.

I'll never hide the smallest
worry from you again.

Starting with the fact that right
now my entire body is in spasm.

Come on, old man. Let's get
you home and into a hot bath.

Yes, please.

You know you didn't
have to wait for me.

I've waited ten years. What's
another quarter of an hour?

The truth is now that
I've found you again,

I can scarcely bring myself
to let you out of my sight.

- Eliza, I...
- You know, I never lost hope

that we would stand beside
each other once more.

Here we are.

Fate has gifted us
a second chance.

The vanquished enemy retreats.

I was never your enemy.

Poor Edward.

What is to become of you now?

I have no need of your sympathy.

I am still a gentleman.

I have a title.

Everything that you own is
in those pathetic little bags.

Yes, but I had nothing to lose.

You've lost everything.

Look at you.

Alone and unloved.

Trust me, that is not an
easy place to find yourself.

I will spare you a
thought now and then.

I know you will think of me.

Sir! I am quite capable of
finding my own way there,

- thank you very much!
- I told you to refuse all visitors!

Wait!

I ask only for a moment.

Miss Denham, I have done
all I can to forget about you,

but it is quite impossible.

I feel I could spend a
thousand years in your company

and still not fathom you out.

And yet, when I heard your
brother speak of you today

in the most derogatory terms,

I felt I finally began
to understand...

You know nothing!

I think you've been
his prisoner for too long.

He alone has had the power
to determine your self-worth

and he has abused that power in
ways I can barely even guess at.

I do not know
what has transpired.

But I only hope this means
you are free at last of his...

pernicious influence.

And I know you don't
hold me in much esteem,

but I came here
without expectation

and in the spirit of friendship
to make you a promise.

Your brother is not going
to make a victim out of you.

I will not allow it.

If you're looking
for your brother...

I'm not.

As a matter of fact, I
was looking for you.

I thought you and Mrs Campion
would be heading back to London.

She's already left.

I decided against joining her.

On reflection, I realised...

I would rather be here.

I, er...

I am a great deal
less than perfect.

You've made me
all too aware of that.

But for whatever it is worth...

I believe I am my best self...

my truest self...
when I'm with you.

That is all.