All language subtitles for The Magnificent Evans s01e06

Thank you.

The journal of Rachel Harris, being an
account of the life and actions of her

fiancé and employer, Plantagenet Evans,
photographer and genius.

The work here is full of variety, he
being a firm believer in keeping his

involved in every new activity.

Plenty of fresh air and exercise is the
order of the day, and the training

includes... pending to the needs not
only of Mr Evans himself, but also of

most prized possession.

Afternoon, of course.

An antique car of uncertain temperament
and colossal thirst.

It's full of weeds!

Well, that's life, my girl.

Bright to the waters of existence, but
full of weeds.

Deuteronomy 7 .25.

Oh, I hate these shortcomings of
internal combustion.

If I weren't so damn idle, I'd pedal the
bike.

Become known extensively for handsome
calves.

Be careful, Willie!

That's a powerful, large hiss for such a
little Welsh person.

It's not him, man. It's the steam.

Oh, glad about that I am.

I'd never know a moment's peace of mind,
working with a chauffeur at that sort

of temperature.

He shouldn't be playing with boiling
steam.

He could have gone up like a rocket.

Oh, a rocket, now, is it?

Not only a large hiss, but a fiery tail.

Oh, he's a dark horse, is that Willie.

Masquerading behind that convincing air
of twilight in the mental processes.

All the time he's got this fiery tail.

I don't know why you don't buy a new
car.

Abandon this fine old machine.

Collector's item.

Yes, a refuse collector.

Everyone passes. I hope you let him have
it.

Do you want all this pouring in, weeds
and all?

Yes, proceed.

Little green salad never heard any
engine of this quality.

Quality? What's it always boiling for?

Oh, for the lack of a few minor
adjustments at the sympathetic hands of

mechanical wizard.

Can he do radiator?

Oh, he'll get the hang of it.

I've every confidence he'll get the hang
of it.

Because if he doesn't, he's going to get
my boot up his fiery tail.

What's the tendency in this world as to
develop a rattle?

Hey!

Hey!

Stop! Come on, let's show him the gym.

No, he can't hear a thing for this
godforsaken rattle.

Do you think he wants something?

He shouldn't be soliciting for charity
on a bicycle.

He's standing on a street corner with a
box around his neck.

Stop, will you stop? The poor man might
be in trouble.

I don't think you've collected.

Not from me, has not.

I've been caught like that before.

A pound they wanted for a young girl in
need of care.

Well, it sounded reasonable, but I'm
still waiting for mine.

Oh, dear.

You're glad I caught you. What?

I thought you'd like to know you've got
a rattle.

Your

own

sister across the street.

Listen.

I can hear a rattle.

Exactly. And I won't have you going the
same way.

He's coming closer.

Ah,

there we are.

Home once again to our little love nest.

Now, Mr. Evans, you know...

Well, look, your rooms and mine are in
no way connected.

Oh, there's flagrant.

Your own flesh.

Oh, don't look, man. You know what the
doctor said.

Scoundalous.

But is she happy?

I hope not.

You can forgive people anything but
that.

That could have been you if you hadn't
met me.

I must stand you in influence.

You think there could be a wildness in
me?

I'm glad your temper's improved.

Oh, yes, cheered repeatedly I am by the
quiet joys of life.

Passing a little chaplet, was it? No,
no.

No, no, no.

A quiet murmur of the mountain stream.

No, what did it with the pure, aesthetic
pleasure of hurling rocks at that

cyclist?

A great restorative of the human spirit,
the simple act of lobbing missiles at

some twit. Well, it's nice to have a
hobby.

Yes.

I have an essentially sunny disposition.
I don't ask much from life.

A glass of wine.

The chill taken off my roll on
deodorant.

And thou beside me on the premises.

Oh, it's our Bron.

I'll be upstairs. I don't want to get
embroiled with those two boobies.

No, no, it's only Bron.

Those are the two I'm referring to.

What's wrong, Bron?

You look pale.

I felt I had to ask.

Everybody's been asking me for the
last... two years. I told you I'm

married as soon as I can.

Not that.

Oh, that makes a change.

What are you looking at me like that
for?

We have the same blood.

Oh, Bron, what's wrong, love?

You don't need an organ transplant, do
you?

I do not. I keep my organs in excellent
condition.

to think of you becoming part stranger.

It's you that's the stranger.

Me? Well, I hardly recognise you. Ron,
I'm not a fallen woman.

Wobbling a bit, though, aren't you?

Where does it all come from, this
wildness in the blood?

Our blood.

Suppose it happens to me.

Oh, I shouldn't worry.

wildness in the blood. I bet on true
birth.

That's true.

That'll be your employer.

Just a moment.

I mustn't be seen here. I feel so
exposed, having been only two rooms

Upstairs. Upstairs?

Upstairs is worse.

On account of you both having the same
blood.

Don't use that.

It's the wildness, you see.

Will it break out in her?

That's what I have to ask.

When I come home at night, all upright
from municipal duties,

will I find her in black

stockings?

Oh. But you can't be certain.

Well, not absolutely.

Oh, well, no, that's what I thought, you
see.

Well, I'll be off then.

I hope you don't mind me asking.

No, no.

Oh.

If there should be an outbreak of
uncontrollable wildness, I don't suppose

there'd be any warning.

Out of the blue it'll come.

If I'm lucky.

Have

they

no idea how tiresome it is, this
constant clamour for my autograph?

Harsh indeed are the penalties of fame.

There was a time when I could wander
through these streets unrecognised.

Like now.

Lloyd George had it too, of course. I
expect that's what drove him to neglect

Wales and bury himself in his secretary.

Not all cured, is it? Been through the
whole thing like a mechanical wizard,

have you?

And they said you'd never do it.

It's coming back to me now. Why they
said you'd never do it.

You haven't damn well done it, have you?

Good legs, front and back.

Which is very convenient if you don't
know whether you're coming or going.

And the very jewel of a Welsh behind.

You don't get backsides like that in
large metropolitan centres.

I wish you'd be quiet when people are
listening.

Nobody's listening. Willie's not
listening. He's too far under his hat.

Oh, as firm as pomegranates is the chest
of my love.

Be quiet, will you?

Don't start talking like that at this
wedding we're going to.

Pomegranates, indeed.

Why not?

After all, she's marrying a green
grocer.

Some girls get all the luck.

Yes, indeed.

All the fresh fruit she can handle.

She doesn't even have to worry about the
sell -by date.

Right, now, move towards her.

Closer. I want this to be one for your
grandchildren to marvel at.

We have to capture the special flavour
of your special day. Right, now, groom.

Oh, wake up, man.

He looks in no condition to withstand
the rigours fast approaching.

I want you to replace that expression of
diminished responsibility with one of

conjugal anticipation.

And ardour.

Is that what you call harder?

It'll have to be harder than that.

Smile. Smile. You're in an Evans
photograph.

Evans photographic. The guarantee of
something different.

Smile. You don't look so comfortable.

Uncomfortable? I'm supposed to be the
bride of Idris Elba, not the bride of

Frankenstein.

Great. Pull it.

Now, bridegroom, over by here with the
chief bridesmaid. Come on, then.

Oh, that pretty look, Maggie.

Lovely dress.

Lovely.

Off -white, is it?

Oh, yes.

Ma 'am insisted.

Just take the edge off it, she says.

Keeps the others guessing.

I'm sure you're wearing it to match your
complexion or your reputation.

Hey, suit you, this would.

Who's been talking?

No need, is there?

Everybody knows about you and Evans the
Flash.

I have my own apartment.

The house has got two separate
entrances.

Oh, I know.

Mr. Evans has often been seen entering
by both and not leaving by either.

Oh, I'm getting married soon.

Oh, there you are, then. You can have
this dress. I'll make you a present of

Oh, no.

Oh, come on. I'll only tear it up a
duster.

Oh, I'd love it.

But supposing you, well, you know, need
it again?

I'd be a fool to let him go.

Paying trade, greengrocery.

I was very careful not to say yes until
I'd had a good look at his orders.

It must be nice to be in trade.

Fattled.

Unfortunately, at the moment, my career
seems to be embracing the visual arts.

wicked landlord, come to collect his
rent in the usual dastardly manner.

I haven't got any clothes on.

Oh, given up the struggle, have you?

Right, me proud beauty, let's have a
good gander at your rent book.

I thought he was in the wrong room.

Well, you are, really.

This is supposed to be an unmarried
lady's single apartment.

Beautiful, you look.

Where did you get it?

Maggie, this afternoon's assignment.

That's never the same dress.

It is.

No, impossible.

That was just a corduroy, over
-decorated piece of cheap silk. This is

magic.

I think it suits me, dear. Oh.

It could have been made for you. The
line, the form, the colour.

Emphasising the sweet Welsh apples of
your cheeks.

The smooth sheerness of the material.
The way it flows down over your

pomegranates.

Stop talking about me as if I was a
basket of fruity to bring him by then.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Truly.

You look radiant.

She want it back?

No, no. She says he's got him and she's
going to hang on to him. Oh, not her.

As soon as she finds someone with a
bigger turnover, she'll be off.

I knew her thought. For richer, for
better. For poorer, forget it.

So... So I can keep it?

Well, what can you possibly want with
it?

Well, um... I was hoping you might marry
me in it.

And so I shall.

Rachel Mafanui Harris, enchanting
photographic assistant of this parish.

Will you take unto yourself in marriage
Plantagenet Albert Cricketh Evans,

bachelor and sartorial purveyor of
portraiture to the masses?

Will you love him, honour him, comfort
him, and continue to wear his black

stockings?

As long as both your legs shall live.

You proposed to me before.

I know, but this time I mean it.

You mean you didn't mean it before?

Oh, no, no, no. I always mean it. Oh,
Rachel, Rachel.

Isn't Probert can give you away?

And Willie can be my best man. He'll
make a wonderful best man. Well, Arthur

anyway. And your sister Bron will stand
outside the church.

Proud that her sibling lamb has at last
been gathered into the fort.

She'll wear a dreadful hat.

I know, which one it'll be.

I'm sure.

It's got cat ears on it. Yes, it would
have.

I shall be resplendent in full morning
dress, and you, my love, my dove, a

symphony of purity in your off -white.

You'll be wearing flowers everywhere.

Well, not quite everywhere.

Then everything will sparkle and shine
in the clean mountain air.

What about Willie?

Oh, we'll put him through the car wash.

And then, oh, Paris for the honeymoon.
Oh, I can't wait. Oh, say yes, please.

Yes, please.

The point is, when?

Ah, um, after the Esteslas. Oh, that's
three months away. Well, next month

This month.

Done. Oh, I hope so.

Paris.

Why can't I use my Barclay car to buy my
trousseau?

Trousseau? Pretty things to wear on a
honeymoon.

Oh.

Well, you won't be needing too many of
them, will you?

I mean, you're not planning on going out
much, are you?

Eh?

Yes,

ma 'am, it's true.

No, it's not a joke. It's a real
invitation.

Yes, on week Saturday.

Well, you can wear your blue with a
collar.

Yes, I know, but listen, ma 'am, you've
been going on at me about getting

married for two years now and suddenly
you're saying it's all too much of a

rush. I want to do it before he changes
his mind.

Oh, God.

Hang on, ma 'am, it's home rule or tool.
I'm going to get rid of him once and

for all.

Can't be too careful.

Something you ought to bear in mind,
living overexposed as you are with a

photographer.

Out?

I've only just come in, man.

It's a nice way to treat a customer,
isn't it? Since when have you been a

customer? You only come in here to nag
at me.

I'm standing here, considering a
purchase.

Such as what?

Well, nothing too expensive.

Surprise, surprise.

I can't afford to fritter it away, girl.

I've just been clobbered for a further
subscription to the Revolutionary Book

Club. You have no idea what it costs,
keeping up the Revolutionary Book Club.

They're all at it, scribbling away.

The only mills and boon are on the
bandwagon.

I was thinking, what are you doing a
week on Saturday?

I'm getting married.

What?

I'm getting married. What are you doing?

What am I... doing?

I can't tell you that. My movement's a
secret.

Are you going to buy something or not?

I'll have one of these.

You don't even know what it's for.

Well, I suspect your employer doesn't
have the same problem.

Listen,

it's not too late.

I mean, I know marriage is bourgeois,
but all right. All right.

I am prepared to offer you half the best
bed in my battle headquarters.

Excuse?

Shall I go to the kitchen with you, ma
'am? You must be joking.

Don't go shouting the location.

It's classified information, is that?

Out. All right, I'm going.

Just have a look. See, the coast is
clear, see?

Well, that's damn suspicious for a
start, isn't it?

Is there a back way?

Not for you.

Ouch!

Listen.

If they get me, promise me you'll ring
this number.

Memorise it and then eat it.

Direct inquiry?

I know.

I ate it before I memorised it.

Oh,

yes, it was a wonderful proposal.

He went down on one knee by the bed. A
desk.

And don't go mad with your plastic
credit facilities. Better get you into

training for a joint account.

What a beautiful phrase.

Joint account.

It's like a dream.

Let's hope I don't wake up and find it's
all over.

Over?

Never. I want to marry you.

I love you. That's something that could
never be over.

How could you ever think that it will be
over?

It will never, ever be over.

Drive on, Willie.

Over my foot.

And that's exactly what happened.

Willie drove on over his foot.

He

insisted

on pursuing his profession, of course,
but with only partial success.

he got very good pictures of his foot.

However, he still seems very keen on
going ahead with our wedding.

In spite of certain reservations on my
part regarding the practicalities.

Sure you're going to be able to manage
to get married in that condition.

Now, don't start casting aspersions.

Above the knee, I'm right as ninepence.

Well, eightpence.

I was talking about the ceremony, not
afterwards.

How will you be able to stand up?

Pardon? In church.

I shall have to. I shall remain seated
in the wheelchair.

Paul Newman did it in that picture with
Elizabeth Taylor.

That was Marlon Brando. Was it?

Was that Brando?

He looks exactly like Elizabeth Taylor.

What about poor old Lionel Barrymore? I
mean, he used to do everything in his

chair.

Must have been a hell of a state in
there.

Look, Willie will push me to the church
in the wheelchair and you will leave

Bron's house in style in the car.

If it's all the same to you, I'd rather
have the proper car hire people.

Why, what's wrong with our car, Probert
can drive it. The doors won't open, will

they? And I don't fancy lifting my
wedding dress up over my head in order

climb in.

But it's the dignity of the occasion.

True, true.

Makes some interesting wedding photos,
though, doesn't it?

You and your eager black stockings.

White they'd be for the wedding.

Well, black, white, whatever.

Still offers an intriguing opportunity
for a novel view of the happy couple.

At last the day dawned. The day I had
longed for.

It seemed strange to be parted on this
day of all days.

But tradition is tradition, isn't it?

Good morning.

Oh. Crabbles. Morning.

With his leg up in the air.

It was then I knew.

I could tell by the angle of it that he
read me out to the question.

Hello.

Time to change my poultice, is it?

Not as painful as the memory of it.

Not as painful, my dear Rachel, as the
feeling that once again I have let you

down.

Stranded at the altar.

The frenzied activity of the organist in
direct contrast to my condition

outside.

All I can say is I'm sorry from the
bottom of my heart.

From the bottom of everything, in fact.

Don't worry, Pat. You're forgiven.

You're forgiven.

It just irks me to think of Bron and
Probert spawning around Cardiff Airport

route for Paris.

Did you have to give them our honeymoon
tickets?

Oh, well, come now, let's not be
vindictive. I mean, they don't get a

go out anywhere much, let alone fly in.
That's true, I suppose.

You hope they enjoy the flight, don't
you?

I hope they're both sick.

Oh, Rachel, you're a girl after my own
heart.

I wish you were after mine.

I don't need to be, do I?

It belongs to me already, doesn't it?

I know.

Never mind.

I'll always be here.

When you're better, we try again.

We will try again, won't we? Oh, yes, of
course we will. Certainly.

Oh, certainly.

Who knows? We might even get married as
well.