All language subtitles for The Beloved vagabond 2 1936

(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) Now you go in the other room and

light a fire.

Hey, you're trembling.

You're drenched to the skin.

Off to bed with you.

No sheets, of course, but you'll have to

make the best of it.

But I don't want to go to bed.

What do you want then?

Not to go.

You do as you're told.

Yes, sir.

There's an example for you, Antico.

One word, and she does exactly as she's

told.

I said, go to bed, and up she

goes to bed.

Please, I'm not going to bed.

What example?

Oh.

Now, my girl.

Take off your clothes.

Oh.

You, you.

Come on.

Come on.

Take off your wet thing.

How are you getting on?

Oh, wait a minute.

I can't be long, you know.

I said, Blanquet, it's a very sort of

life you live.

Where are you going?

All along the way.

To Melaire.

To the boy on the frog.

Have you got any guest man there?

Yes.

They said they'll take me without parable.

Poor kid.

I wonder what we can do about it.

Oh.

How much longer are you going to be?

I'll be ready in a minute.

Enough, Blan.

Comfortable?

Fine.

Good.

I have happy dream.

Good night.

Good night.

Toot toot.

Yes?

I'm done.

Yes.

Two days ago.

Oh, the rain's got into my clothes.

I haven't closed my eyes all night.

My justice will have gone to bed because

of the example that I left hours ago.

You left her go?

She went about hours asleep.

Ah, I thought you hadn't closed your eyes.

Well, I might have dropped off once.

It's a funny little girl.

Oh, well, she's very young.

I'm hungry.

Go and get breakfast ready.

What with?

There's not a crab in the house.

Morning.

I'll have your breakfast ready in two minutes.

Golly, that was good.

You're a jolly decent cook, Blanquette.

That's the best breakfast I've ever had.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Anzica.

Well, it's really goodbye this time, isn't it?

Yes, I suppose it is.

You know, if that isn't any good news,

I'm going to have to go.

I can't cook.

You're much better than that, too.

Yes, I bet you can.

Listen, Anzica, don't you want someone to take

care of this house for you?

This house?

Yes.

Can't you put an emergency, please?

Tell him I don't mind how hard I

work, and all the washing and the mending,

and tell him...

So, you ready to go in, Blanquette?

Blanquette?

Blanquette, we have something to confess to you.

We regret we cannot engage you as our

housekeeper, because we do not happen to possess

a house.

No, this charming old world property is not

ours, but I've got an idea.

We wonder if, by any chance, you would

think of engaging us.

Me?

Engage you?

I could play the accompaniment, an ostico.

And I could play the drum.

You were laughing at me.

Oh, weren't?

Now, perhaps you don't want us?

Oh, come on, ostico.

Cheer up.

Smile.

Smile for your public.

Just a minute.

I'm washing ambosticos here.

There's no dirt in them, though.

Took it out last night.

That's what you say.

Ready for the soup?

Yes.

Go.

I saw a sheep go sailing down...

Saving time, saving time, saving time, saving time,

saving time, saving

time,

saving time, on

the wall?

Yes, madame.

And the big balloon?

Yes, madame.

Well, take that.

That'll teach you to poke fun at your

betters.

She slapped my face.

Oh, so you slapped his face, did you?

Yes, I did.

And what's more, I'll tell his father.

Silly old fool.

He's not my father.

What?

Your husband's not the boy's father?

My husband isn't his father or my husband.

Well, I never.

Not married, eh?

Here, you've got it.

That's a pity.

I thought he was such a nice man.

Well, well, well.

Live and learn, as they say.

But I should have thought with your good

looks that you could have played your cards

better than that.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing.

I think he might dress you a bit

better.

Mean, I call it.

The master's got the kindest heart in the

world.

He's given me a lovely dress.

I think it's too pretty to wear.

You silly little thing.

Now you listen to me.

I know what I'm talking about.

Pretty dresses are meant to wear.

You go and put it on.

I don't think I'll ever be able to

walk like that.

Oh, yes, you will.

Come, once more, like me.

I'll try.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

Swing your hips.

One, two.

One, two.

One.

What's the matter?

Oh, Mr. Fargo.

It's time someone took her in hand.

She's so pretty.

I was just showing her how to be

an elegant Parisian.

Wait a minute.

I beg your pardon, mademoiselle, but whom have

I the honour of addressing?

Mademoiselle Blanquette.

Blanquette?

No.

Yes?

Well, mademoiselle Blanquette, may I have the pleasure

of your company tonight at a dance in

Montmartre?

Oh, you don't mean it.

Up, up.

Oh.

Do you feel yourself?

Lovely.

Can you see?

I'm beautiful.

I'm not too heavy, am I?

Light as a feather.

What on earth are they doing?

Oh, it's nice.

Are you so thirsty?

Not bad for a beginner.

Blanquette, is this the way you behave?

The first night you go out with me,

flirting with a stranger.

What?

Have a good man to go and slap

that old gentleman's face.

No.

And tomorrow, it will be a duel in

the barboulerie.

A duel?

Oh, no, please.

Peter, he's got such a funny face.

He's only doing it to amuse his two

daughters.

Very well, then.

For his daughters' sake.

It would be a pity to rob them

of such an affectionate father.

Oh, thank goodness.

I was quite frightened.

Champagne is dangerous stuff, you know.

Why?

See those bubbles?

Those are all your secrets.

When you drink, they burst and out pops

the truth like a rabbit.

Uh-huh.

You're frightened, I know.

How many secrets have you been keeping from

me?

Only one.

One?

Since when?

Since Strawberry.

What happened in Strawberry?

It's awfully hot in here, isn't it?

Let's get some fresh air.

Let's buy something for us to go.

Good.

May I?

Certainly, madame.

Oh, madame.

Your little boy would like it.

Now, something for yourself?

Yeah, some chocolate.

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Oh, lovely.

Now, tell me the truth about Chambéry.

As you wish, madame.

You know the tune that I know?

It's a nice song.

Each pretty little peach growing out of reach

in the nursery grew just the same as

you till it reached a new anniversary.

Then in a flash one sees Madame La

Grande Marquis.

This little chrysalis, bread and buttermice, in a

thinner form wears one of those affairs Yankee

millionaires give a dinner for something in pink

or blue.

And the result is you.

You look so sweet, madame.

I'm at your feet, madame.

None can compete, madame, when you are there.

You look so wise, madame, in your dear

eyes, madame.

A reconnial, madame, great savoir-faire.

Masculine gender makes tender surrender to feminine splendour,

as you are aware.

You are so grand, madame.

I kiss your hand, madame.

You understand, madame.

That's all I dare.

Waiter!

Champagne!

The secret?

I'm not afraid of the truth.

Hello, Geneva!

Well, well, well!

What a small world it is!

Delightful to see you again.

Where have you been all this time?

I don't know.

Some time ago we agreed to avoid each

other.

I'd rather keep that agreement.

Come along, my dear.

Let's see how meeting Gaston here at all

paces.

After all this time.

Why this tragic silence?

I thought we'd all come here to enjoy

ourselves.

Come on.

We'll have a magnum and celebrate this reunion.

Let's go inside.

Sometimes you're very strange, George.

I'd rather not, if you don't mind.

I'm going home.

Oh, these women!

I'm so sorry about that.

Well, till we meet again, Donera.

Good night.

You'd better go home, Blanquette.

I'll put you in a cab.

You're not coming?

Not now.

Hello, Blanquette.

That's you.

I haven't been to sleep.

I wanted to be awake when you came

home.

Have you had a good time?

Oh, Rastakhan, something terrible's happened.

What's happened?

Tell me quickly.

Where's the master?

We saw that lady.

You know that English lady you told me

about?

Oh.

Oh, Rastakhan.

Everything's finished.

I may be a sick man, but I'm

not blind.

Joanna, if you were free at this moment,

you'd run into the arms of your precious

Gaston before morning.

George, it's so late.

You know what Dr. Lafitte said about your

resting as much as possible?

Never mind her health.

Stick to the point.

You're in love with Gaston Donera.

Answer me.

Are you or not?

Do you think I have no pride at

all?

A man who sold me like something over

the counter?

And supposing he hadn't sold you, as you

put it?

But he did.

So why discuss it?

It's quite an amusing situation.

It seems that the only link that binds

us so closely is your belief that he

betrayed you.

Is that so?

Please, George, I'm very tired.

But you don't deny it, I notice.

Now you admit it.

Very well.

I haven't said go to him.

He never sold you at all.

If you really want to know, he gave

you up to save that swindling father of

yours from prison.

But you set in judgement on him.

He wasn't fit to approach you.

Very well.

Go to him.

Go!

I hope you'll make him happier than you've

made me.

Then you agree with what I'm going to

say?

Absolutely.

What a sort of man I like arguing

with.

There's only one thing worth living for.

Yes.

One thing worth sacrificing everything to.

Trouble.

And?

What is it?

Love.

Drink, you fool.

Absent, you half-wit.

Madame Doin, do you know that my glass

is empty?

Coming, Monsieur, coming.

Oh, Lord.

Ha, ha.

That man must be drunk.

Here, you can take him this bottle.

You never notice it's half-empty.

Madame Doin, will you do me the honour

of taking a glass of Absinthe with me?

Right, Monsieur.

You've always been my favourite customer.

Oh.

And I'll tell you why.

Because I've spent more money in the last

three weeks than the rest of your customers

in a year.

Oh, that's not fair.

That's not true.

Hey, you fellow.

Who do you think you are?

Oh, our finest painter.

Hey!

If you want to pick up some of

my best work before the dealers get hold

of it, here's your chance.

Look at those.

And there are fools who think he can't

paint.

There are bigger fools who think he can't.

Sloppy, bent about and drinking doesn't make you

an artist.

What about you?

What have you done for art?

Me?

I'm nothing.

I'm not an example.

I'm a warning.

Waste of time.

Waste of pain.

Ah, makes me sick.

I think all you get is if you

ever do anything like this, I'll rub your

nose in it.

Come home, master.

Won't you?

How did you get here?

We came to fetch you.

Come over here.

Papa.

What do you want?

Please come with us.

What for?

I've given you enough to go on with,

haven't I?

Very well, then.

Go home and leave me alone.

Ah, what's this old matter anyway?

Come on, everybody.

Wake up!

Let's have a juice.

And another bottle.

Oh, mademoiselle, mademoiselle.

Thank heaven you've come.

There's a gentleman called to see you.

I showed him in there, and he's waiting.

He came in a carriage.

The concierge informs me that Mr. Dinarac has

moved.

Would you be good enough to give me

his new address?

I don't know his address.

Do you, Astika?

No, I don't.

Thank you.

Sorry to have troubled you.

Perhaps you can give me an idea as

to where I can get his address.

I come from the countess de Verneuil.

Her husband has died.

Died?

Very suddenly.

I'll tell you.

Then the countess wants to see him.

Wait a minute, monsieur.

Perhaps...

Perhaps you will be able to do something.

I will.

I will.

I'll always do.

Do.

Not here.

You wouldn't.

But I must speak to you.

It's terribly important.

Gaston, if I ask...

Yes, but...

You can't come in here.

You can't.

You wait for me outside.

He'll be here in a minute.

Madame, you know you're the only one who

can help him.

You take him home now.

No, not me.

You're quite alone.

Don't forget.

He needs you.

He needs you.

Gaston, you don't know how happy we'll be.

I'll take you home, back to England, where

you can be your real self again, among

the right people.

We'll be happy.

And I can be proud of him.

In England?

With you?

Like the old days.

Lord and ladies, and me.

The Honourable George and Mrs. Pat Morancy.