All language subtitles for Wide Sargasso Sea.2006.TVRip.Xvid

No more tricks from you.
No more escapes.

You're to stay here safe and sound
behind these nice thick walls.

Better off, if you ask me.

The world outside is a dark
and cold one for a woman.

When are we going to England?

You fool. This is England.

You've nothing to be afraid of.

l'll keep you safe.

Edward, what are you doing?

Sorry. lt's just that...

ls everything on this island

designed to prick or bite or sting?

Not everything.

l'm sure my discomfort
will be a source of

great amusement to
my father also.

His laughter must be echoing
the length of Piccadilly.

Nonsense. His concern is simply

to see you make something of yourself.

l assure you Richard
my Father's sole concern

is maintaining the reputation
of the Rochester name.

A task which falls almost
entirely on my brother.

A man's good name
can be his greatest asset.

Apparently so.

How soon do you want to

l need to rest.
l found the voyage arduous.

Of course. Rest.
Gather your strength.

We want you to make
a good impression, after all.

l wasn't aware that
l was required to impress Richard.

Not required. No.

But l'm sure you will anyway
when you've rested.

Richard. You are unusually punctual.

Allow me to introduce a friend
from England, Edward Rochester.

Edward, the redoubtable Mrs. Harper.

An honour, ma'am.

And my step-sister,
Antoinette Cosway.

lt's a pleasure to meet you
at last, Miss Cosway.

Richard has spoken of you often.

Oh.

Really?

Oh yes.
Only in the most glowing terms!

l see he did not exaggerate.

Oh you are very gracious.

My father was very fond
of Edward, Antoinette.

He was keen
that you two should meet.

Well l'm only sorry that

he cannot be here to
introduce us himself.

That is my greatest regret also.

Mr. Mason's passing was

a tragedy for all of us,
Mr. Rochester.

He leaves a space which is
impossible to fill.

Sit down.

The girl will bring us
some tea presently.

Have you been on the island long,
Mr. Rochester?

A week or so.

But l'm afraid
l've been confined to bed.

A bout of fever struck me
down the moment l landed.

Yes. This climate has the trick of

finding the weakness in seemingly

the strongest of constitutions.

Which is why you spend

so little time here yourself,
isn't it?

lt's very unfortunate,

to travel so far and then
fall sick when you arrive.

To be honest, now that l'm here,

it seems a small price to have to pay.

All my life l've
looked at pictures of England.

And l try to imagine what

it must be like
but l find it impossible.

As it was impossible for me
to imagine Jamaica

until l arrived.

l have a friend who
married an Englishman.

She writes to me about it.

She says England is like a dream.

l have to say, at the moment,

that's precisely how
your island seems to me.

Unreal, like a dream.

But how can these rivers
and mountains and seas be unreal?

Well, how can millions of people
and thousands of buildings...

...and streets seem like a dream?

Oh, Easily. Much more easily.

ln fact, l imagine a big city
must be like a dream.

More than your small island?

Do you still think you're dreaming,
Mr. Rochester?

l'm not sure, Miss Cosway.

Perhaps you're not quite
over your fever yet.

Perhaps l'm not quite
ready to wake yet.

Didn't l say it would be beautiful.

You were right.

l'm trying to win you over.

So you won't miss home so much.

Then it's working. l am won.

l knew this place would do it.

lt's one of my favourites.

Just one of them?

Oh yes. There are places
even more beautiful than this.

l'd like to know where.

We have a summerhouse
in the mountains.

lt's better than here.
lt's better than anywhere.

Perhaps
l'll get to see it one day.

Well, perhaps,
one day, l'll show you.

Didn't Richard mention something
about a plantation, as well?

Yes, once a long time ago.
lt was my Father's.

So he was a slave owner?

Yes. This was before
the emancipation.

lt's hard to imagine how
any good Christian

could find slavery acceptable.

lt's just how things were then.

He died and we were alone there.

And then my mother remarried
to Mr. Mason.

So you ended up in Spanish Town?

l did.

She died. And afterwards,
Mr. Mason travelled

but he provided for me

and l boarded at the convent school.

Oh l'm sorry.

Don't be. They were kind to me.

And l stayed with
Aunt Cora sometimes

when she was here.

lt seems unjust
that you should have

suffered so much in so short a life.

But it was all so long ago.

We mustn't let it spoil today.

Do you have family?

A father.
And an elder brother.

l'm the second son.

That's why l'm here.

Well my older brother will
inherit the title and the estate.

And the second son must
make his own way in the world.

Ah! So you've come to
the islands to seek your fortune?

Like the pirates used to!

Yes. l suppose so. ln a way.

But that's exciting!

You should be happy,
not downcast.

Especially not on such
a glorious afternoon.

lt is magnificent.

l feel like l could fly.

Like l could spread my arms
and take to the sky like a bird.

What would you do then?

Stay firmly on the ground.

Ready to catch you should you fall.

So, are you decided?

ls she?

She's in no position to refuse.

Neither am l.

Well then why wait?

Why are you so eager
to be rid of her?

l'm only eager to see
my Father's ambitions fulfilled.

lt seems we're both toiling
under the same yoke.

Edward, the truth is,

the sooner she is rid of
me the better.

l'm no guardian.

l don't have the same qualities
my Father saw in you.

You're asking me
to be her husband,

Richard, not her guardian.

Does it seem so onerous?

She's not unattractive.

No. She's lovely. A delight.

And there's the dowry.

Yes, of course. The dowry.

Your father thought it generous.

My father is as eager to
wash his hands of me

as you are to be rid of her.

You are an honest, decent man.

Part of fine and upright family.

Antoinette should be glad of
your good name.

You are exactly what she needs.

You'll ask her.

Dear Father.

All is well and has gone according to

your plans and wishes.

l am to be married to
Mr. Mason's step-daughter.

Thirty thousand pounds
will be paid to me

without question or condition.

My love.

This modest competence means

l will never be a disgrace to you
or to my dear brother.

No begging letters.

No mean requests.

None of the furtive shabby
manoeuvres of a younger son.

To my lovely
step sister Antoinette

and my dear friend Edward.

To love.

To love.

To love.

l have sold my soul.

Or you have sold it.

But it is perhaps
not such a bad bargain.

The girl is thought to be beautiful.

No, she is beautiful.
And yet...

lt's Richard l'm angry with.

He's left you no financial
provision of your own.

Your stepfather left money to
ensure security.

That fool has no right to hand it
over to someone else.

l'll have nothing of my own?

Nothing.

But l have Edward.

You need security...

What? For when my marriage fails?

l'm not at the altar yet
and you already anticipate disaster!

l thought you would be happy for me.

lt is not my happiness you
should be concerned with.

Are you so sure that
l'm making a mistake?

You are young and pretty, Antoinette.

You have no need to throw yourself at

the first gentleman who comes along.

l am not throwing myself.

l care for Edward.

You're blind, Antoinette.

You're seeing nothing but stars.

You have to look at him
cold and hard.

You have to see how he really is.

That is how he will be with you.

You must be sure. Absolutely sure.

You are young.
Time is on your side.

Use it. Wait a little.

Until you truly know.
Until you are certain.

What's wrong, Antoinette?

Have l done something to
upset you?

No.

Then what is it?

Why don't you want us
to be married?

l'm afraid.

Afraid of what.

Of what might happen.

You've no reason to be afraid.

l want to believe that's true.

lt is true.

When we're together,
aren't we happy?

l am.

And can't you see l am too?

l thought l could.

But why do you seem different
with other people?

What other people?

Richard. And Aunt Cora.

Your Aunt is very cold to me.

You know that.

She doesn't want to lose you.

lt's understandable
but you can see

how it makes things
difficult for me.

And Richard?

Richard is a man.

We laugh and joke
and tell stories.

That's what men do.

We don't speak
the way you and l do.

Not from the heart.

Of course l'm different
with other people.

lt's only with you
that l can be myself.

You don't know anything about me.

You don't know anything
about me.

l know you make me happy.

l know that l want to marry you.

To take care of you.

l could say you don't know
anything about me.

But you know how you feel
about me, don't you?

Then isn't that enough?

Shouldn't we trust that?

lsn't that what marriage is
that bargain.

That l'll trust you,
if you trust me.

Do you trust me?

Then you have nothing to be afraid of.

l will make you happy,
l will keep you safe.

l will give you everything you need.

Can you give me peace?

Anything. l promise you.
l promise you.

You won't change your mind?

l would ask you the same question.

Here we are, at last!

They're all waiting.

Your luggage in your room,
everything ready for you.

Oh thank you.

Oh Christophine!

Now that you are here this is

my favourite place in the whole world.

This is Rose. And err...

Amelie.

Amelie. And this is Christophine
who was my nurse long ago.

Come; let me show you the house.

Breathe!

The air is sweet.

Ah, everything is sweet here.

This is our sweet honeymoon house.

To happiness.

You look like an emperor!

God forbid.

You'll like it here.

What's through there?

That's your dressing room.

This was Old Mr. Mason's room.

lt's very comfortable.

He didn't like it.

lt can get cold at night.

Thank you.

l hope you'll be very happy, sir,

in your 'sweet honeymoon house'.

What is it?

Your dress. lt suits you.

lt was made in
St. Pierre. Martinique.

You say that as if it were Paris.

Oh, it is.
The Paris of the West lndies.

So what do you think of Granbois?

lt's very beautiful.

l love it. As if it were a person.

More than a person.

l...l love it more than
anywhere in the world.

Well you don't know
the rest of the world.

ls the rest of the world
more beautiful?

No, it's just different.

We used to come here in the summer

to get away from the hot weather.

l came with my Aunt Cora.

That was after the...

After what?

No. No sad stories. Not tonight.

When it was very hot
l'd sneak out onto the veranda

and fall asleep
in the hammock.

Christophine didn't like that.

She said it was very bad to sleep
in the light of a full moon.

Christophine sounds
like an old witch!

l sometimes think
she might be right.

Maybe l have slept
to long in the moonlight.

You don't think that do you?

The air here is so scented.

lt's the flowers by the river
they only open up at night.

Nightflowers?
Whoever heard of such a thing.

To tomorrow.

And all the days after.

Now l am your wife.

And l am Christopher Columbus
on the shores of the New World.

You are my undiscovered country
and l claim you!

We wake early here.
The morning is the best time.

Bull's Blood, master.

lt's coffee.

Mmmmm, it's delicious.

Not horse piss like them
English ladies drink.

l know them.

Drink, drink their
yellow horse piss,

talk, talk their lying talk.

Her coffee is delicious
but her language is disgusting.

lt doesn't mean anything.

And why is she dressed like that?

They dress like that for feast days.

ls today a feast day?

She wanted it to be. For us.

You skim stones as well as a boy.

lt was a boy who taught me.

What boy?

Sandi.

There's so much
l don't know about you.

You know more of me than anyone.

l want to know everything.

Well then we're lucky
we have so much time.

You should get dressed.

Why?

Don't you like me like this?

Someone might come.

No-one comes here.

Besides we're not doing anything wrong.

We're married.

Which is why you should get dressed.

ls England very different?

Very.

When l was a girl
we had pictures of England.

l used to think,
if only l could go there.

Everything would be different.

l'd be a different person.

l'd be safe and sound.

You are safe and sound.

lt must be strange.

After summer the trees grow bare.

And snow. What is snow like?

l can't imagine it.

You'll not have to imagine it.

You'll see for yourself.

l dream about it sometimes.

What do you dream?

Antoinette? Antoinette?

What do you dream?

Chandeliers and dancing.

Swans and roses. And snow.
Always snow.

Here let me cover you up.
The breeze can be cold.

What about you?

l need to get dressed.

For dinner.
l want to look my best.

Why don't you wear the other one.

Yes. That one.
l prefer that one.

l could get another made,
exactly the same.

l'd like that.

And how do you prefer my hair?

Up. Away from your neck
and shoulders.

Yes. Like that.
Exactly like that.

You feel how fast you
make my heart beat?

Books no good here.

l wouldn't imagine you'd
have much use for them anyway.

Read and write,
l don't know. Other things l know.

What like how to
spy on people?

The door open.

That how everybody know
everybody else's business.

Well my business is my own.

And l expect it
to stay that way.

l just tell you the truth.

You can't close your doors,

you better learn to
close your ears.

What are you digging for?

Treasure!

What, from your pirates?

The islands used to be
full of them.

A long time ago.

Yes but there are still traces.

lf you look hard enough.

What kind of traces?

Gold. And jewels.

All sorts of precious things.

Buried in secret spots.

And does anyone ever find
any of this treasure?

Yes. But they never tell.

Because they want to keep it all,
so they don't speak of it.

And they only sell to men
who don't ask questions.

And everyone knows
but no-one will tell.

These islands sometimes seem to be

held together entirely by secrets!

Secrets and treasure.

Do you think l'll ever uncover any?

l'm certain of it.

And what should l do then?

Never tell. Never tell.

l never wished to live
before l knew you.

l always thought
it would be better if l died.

How did you do that to me?

l wished it, that's all.

What if one day you didn't wish it?

What if you...
What would l do then?

What if you took
this happiness away again?

And lose my own?
l'd never be so foolish.

l'm not used to happiness.
lt makes me afraid.

Don't be afraid.
l'll keep you safe.

If I can die now, when I am free

Would you do that? you could?

Just say it and watch me

Say die, and I will die

Who are you?

My name is Cosway, Sir.
Like your wife's.

Daniel Cosway.
Your wife's Father also my Father.

l am your wife's brother
by another lady.

What do you want?

To help you Sir.
l fear that you have been deceived.

Cosway a wicked family.

Slave owners.

But wickedness not the worst.

There's madness to.

Madness what are you talking about?

lt's in all these white Creole.

Your wife's mother marry old Cosway.

He die raving and cursing.

She marry again
and try kill her husband.

He have to keep her shut away.

But my wife's mother died years ago.

Lies Sir. They tell you lies.

You don't believe me

then ask Richard Mason
three simple questions.

Ask if your wife's mother
a raging lunatic.

Ask him if your wife
going the same way.

And ask him
if they all knowing it.

Money is good Sir.

But no money can pay for
a crazy woman in your bed.

You're talking about my wife!

There's more you should know.

The girl Amelie know me.
You come see me.

What? What is it?

You got a look says you're happy.

l am.

Then now is a good time for me
to go look after my own house.

What do you mean?
You mean leave here?

lt's time.

No.

The young master don't like me.

lf l stay here l bring a
bone of contention in your house.

But what am l to do without you?

You do fine.

You got to stand on
your own feet, girl.

Women must have guts
in this wicked world.

You're decided then?

Be strong, Dou-dou. Be strong.

Edward, Christophine is leaving.

Best for me to go now.

Edward.

l heard.

ls something wrong?

No.

Amelie, smile like that once more

and l mash your face
like a plantain.

And maybe l give you a bellyache

that make you lie down a long time.
You hear me?

Yes, Christophine.

You have no right to threaten her.

She good for nothing.

Creep and crawl like a centipede.

l think it's just as well
you've decided to leave.

Goodbye, dou-dou. Be strong.
Remember l am close by.

Goodbye, Christophine.
Thank you.

What mood is this?

My head is perfectly clear.

Do you take after your mother,
do you think?

Do you look like her?

l don't know. l hadn't -

She must've been very young
when she died.

She must've been very beautiful.
Do you remember?

Of course.

How old were you?
When she passed away?

l was ... eleven.

You seem unsure.

No. l was eleven.

lt was a long time ago.

Why do you seem
like a stranger today?

You think me strange?

You're still in your nightclothes.

You should go and get dressed
or go to your room.

Why are you speaking
to me like this?

lt's not normal to be wearing
your night clothes

in the middle of the day.

Whose business is it
what l wear?

l'm your husband.

My husband, not my jailer.

lt's not appropriate to be
walking around like that.

You should get dressed
or go to your room.

What is it? What?

Water, master.

l thought maybe the mistress
want to wash.

Do you know what happened to
the mistress's mother?

l been told it's not right for me
to talk about such things.

What things?
l want you to tell me.

Just what l hear.
Can't say it true or not.

l understand.
Tell me what you hear.

l hear the lady go mad.

l hear she try and kill her husband.

So they lock her away and forget her.

Should l go in now, sir?

Go ahead. Take it in. Let her wash.

Leave me alone.

Creole woman like you,
you always alone.

Get out!

Your husband outside there.

He look like zombie.

Maybe he tired of your
'sweet honeymoon'?

Too much sweet make a person sick
in the stomach.

Sick in the head sometime too.

Don't you speak to me like that,
do you hear me!

Don't you speak to me like that!

You white cockroach!

Antoinette! What are you doing!

Go away, girl.

Girl? She's as old as
the devil himself!

What's happened to you?

To me? What about the way
you just attacked that girl?

You side with her against me?

l side with no-one.
l judge for myself.

Judge who?

She called me a 'White Cockroach'.

That's what they call me.
Or, or, or 'White Nigger'.

Because l'm a Creole.

Not like them
but l'm not English like you.

Between the two of you,
l sometimes wonder who l am myself!

Now will you please go away.
l need to get dressed.

The girl tell me
you're ready to see me.

l know you a man who
recognise the truth.

And the truth shall set you fee.

You told me there was more
l should know about my situation.

You know that
what l say was no lie.

Other people say things
behind your back

but to your face
they get frightened.

There is that woman at your house,
Christophine ...

What about her?

She's obeah woman.
She make bad magic.

Obeah.

She will lie to you worse
than your wife.

l don't have to please no woman.

My brother different though.

He marry a fair-coloured girl.

His son Sandi is like a white man
but more handsome.

Your wife know Sandi long time.
Ask her.

She tell you.
But not everything, l think.

No. Not everything.

l see them when they
think nobody see them.

They fool you well about that girl.

Must be you deaf,

you don't hear people laugh
when you marry her.

She start with Sandi.

You want me to shut my mouth?

You want to do everything quiet
like the English do?

lf l keep my mouth shut it seems to me
you owe me something.

What's five hundred pounds to you?

lf l don't have the money l want,
you'll see what l can do!

Give my love to your wife!
Kiss her pretty white face.

You not the first.
You not the first!

My love. Please don't be angry.

l'm sorry. Please forgive me.

For what?

Whatever l've done to upset you.

Have you done anything?

l must have done.

Why else would you be
so cold with me?

But you don't know?

Well then please tell me.
Let me put it right.

Please. Let me be your sweet
Antoinette again.

l don't like that name.

l never have. lt's too complex.

l'd like to think of you
as something else.

Something simpler.

What do you mean? That's my name.

l'll think of another.

A proper English name.

One that suits you.

My name is Antoinette!

My name is Antoinette!

My name is Antoinette!
My name is Antoinette!

He doesn't love me, Christophine.

He sleeps in the other room.

He doesn't speak to me.
l can't stand it. What do l do?

Leave him.

When man don't love you,
more you try, more he hate you.

No l can't leave him.
l couldn't bear it.

A man don't treat you good,

pick up your skirt and walk out.

You do it and he come after you.

Specially rich white girl like you.

No. We won't come after me.
l'm not rich.

l don't have anything.
He has everything.

What you tell me?

That's English Law.

You know what l want.

No, dou-dou. Bad, bad trouble come
when you meddle with that.

lf the man don't love you,
l can't make him.

Yes you can, l know you can.

lf you could make him
come to me just once more.

Just, just one night.

l know, l know l could
make him love me.

The man hear stories.
He don't know what to believe.

That is why he keep away.

Do battle for yourself now.

Tell him about your mother
and all what happened to her.

Tell him why she got sick
and what they do to her.

Don't bawl, don't make crazy faces
and no crying either.

Crying's no good with him.

Speak to him calm and cool.

Tell him the truth.

lt's too late for that.

Never too late for that.

lf l do as you say.

Then, then will you give me
what l asked for?

Please, Christophine please.
Help me.

l went to see Christophine
this morning.

What did she have to say?

She told me l should leave you.

Really?

l told her you seem to hate me
and that was her advice.

l don't hate you.
l'm very concerned about you.

Why do you treat me like this?
ls there a reason?

ls your mother alive?

No.

When did she die?

Last summer.

So you lied to me.

No. No, no, it wasn't a lie.

She died two deaths.

The real one when l was young
and then the one at the end.

l heard about your mother.

l know people always
tell lies about her.

They, they, they tell stories

and they won't listen to
the other side.

And is there another side?

There's always another side.

l heard that your mother-

l know what you heard.

That my mother was mad.
And that l must be too.

And is it true?
About your mother?

No. l ... lt's difficult!

We don't need to
talk about it tonight.

We must talk about it tonight.

Not tonight. Another time.

No other time. Now!

You have no right to ask me
questions about my mother

and then not listen to me.

l'll listen to you.

lf that's what you want
l'll listen to all you have to say.

They say when trouble
comes close ranks,

and so the white people did.

But we were not in their ranks.

They did not approve of my mother.

We were alone and poor for five years
after my father died.

lt is a long time to live like that.

She was so lonely
she grew away from people.

And then?

Then, one day, things changed.

Suddenly there were people again.

Visitors. And then Mr. Mason.

So why did you leave the plantation.

We were driven out.

They burned the house to the ground.

Very dramatic.

lt's true! The fire killed
my brother, Pierre.

And l lost my mother that night too.

Death number one?

She'd lost Pierre
and she blamed Mr. Mason.

She wouldn't let him near her.

He said she tried to kill him.

He bought a house
and hired a man and woman

to keep her there
and look after her.

So she did go mad?

They told me she was ill
and she had gone to the country.

They wanted me to forget her.

But l'm not a forgetting person.

So what did you do?

One day l went to visit her.

l could hear her crying
so l ran onto the veranda

where l could see into the room.

She was wearing an evening dress
cut very low -

but she was barefoot.

And there was a fat,
black man -

the one Mr. Mason had hired.

He had a glass of rum and said,

'Drink. Drink and you'll forget'.

And she drank it all
without stopping.

Then he grabbed her and kissed her.

His mouth, hard on hers.

And she didn't even struggle.

And l remember,
he laughed, he laughed.

And l ran away and l never went back.

There it is. That's the truth.

ls it too late for that?

You're shivering.

Your hands are cold.

You've been sat here too long.

lt's late.

We can talk things over tomorrow.

And all the days after.

Will you come in
and say goodnight to me?

Of course.

lf you wish.

We are letting ghosts destroy us.

We've forgotten how to live.

Drink. Drink and you'll remember.

Bring me something to eat.

What are you doing?

Fixing you better.

Why?

l am sorry for you.

Sorry for me?

Here we are, it's a present.

So what will you do now?

My sister's in Demerara.

A dressmaker. l go see her.

You're too beautiful
to be a dressmaker.

Maybe l go to Rio.

Plenty of rich men in Rio.

Rio's a long way away
from Christophine?

Still sorry for me?

Yes. l'm sorry for you.

But l am sorry for her too.

What are you doing?

Having a drink.

Do you think that's wise?

Do you think you can stop me?

ls she prettier than me?

ls that why you're trying
to turn me into someone else?

You married the wrong kind?

You like the, you like
the coloured girls better?

You talk so much about
how you don't like slavery

and then you get up to
the same tricks

when you get a chance.

lt's hardly the same.

Oh isn't it? Well you
send the girl away quicker

and with less money probably.

Slavery was not a matter of
liking or disliking.

lt was a question of justice.

'Justice'? Oh that's a cold word.

A damn cold lie.

There is no justice.

l loved this place.

Loved it with all my heart.

And now you've made it
a place l hate.

l used to think if
l lost everything,

l would still have this.

But now l have nothing.

And l hate it. Like l hate you.

And l swear, before l die,
l will show you just how much.

Don't you love me even a little?

No.

Stop it!

Go on. Try and touch me.

Just once. Try.

Hush up now! Crying's
no good with him.

l told you before.
Crying's no good.

l hope you satisfied.
l hope you well satisfied.

You will burn for
what you do to her.

Father, you've succeeded.

Did you plan this to
make a fool of me?

l was young, conceited,
foolish and trusting.

Above all because l was young.

l am not young now.

There is a cool wind blowing.

A cold wind.

Words rush through my head.

Pity is one of them.

ls there none for me?

Tied to a lunatic for life.

That blank hating face.

l'll watch for one tear,
one human tear.

lf she weeps or smiles...

... l will take her in my arms.

My beautiful lunatic.

What will l care for gods...

... or devils, or for fate itself,
if she smiles or weeps.

For me.

Baptiste has the horses ready.

The carriage will
meet us in the town.

And the luggage will
follow in a few days.

Where are we going?

Home. To England.

And what will happen in England?

You are not well.

l will consult
and follow their advice.

Doctors will say whatever
you tell them to say.

l want what's best for you.
You must trust me.

How can l?
l know nothing about you.

Very well.
lf it's to be hell,

let it be hell.
No more false heavens.

No more damned magic.

You hate me.

But we'll see who hates best.

They tell me l am in England
but l don't believe them.

We lost our way to England.

l fell asleep and when
l woke we were in colder waters...

We had crossed
the wide Sargasso Sea...

But we changed course
and lost our way.

This is not England.

But l know now why l'm here.

l know what l must do.