All language subtitles for Alias Grace - 01x02 - Episode 2.WEB-DL NTb.English.HI

GRACE: I have been an inmate

at the Kingston Penitentiary
for 15 long years.

I was convicted of murder.

SIMON: Will you tell me
your story, Grace?

As the real one is not
written in your confession.

You stupid, ugly whore!

GRACE: People want a guilty person.

If there has been a crime,
they want to know who did it.

SIMON: Grace, who is Mary Whitney?

GRACE: Mary Whitney was once
a particular friend of mine.

She was always very kind to me.

Without her, it would have been
a different story entirely.

Perhaps you are a liar.

There are those who have said I am one.

Grace Marks made me do it!

Hang her!

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WOMAN: I went to the pump,

and on turning around I saw McDermott

dragging Nancy along the yard

leading from the back kitchen
to the front kitchen...

(INDISTINCT SPEECH CONTINUES)

(DOG BARKING)

MRS. HUMPHREY: I have made you
some tea.

Just set the breakfast tray
down on the table.

(SIGHS)
(CLATTERING)

Mrs. Humphrey, can you hear me?

I want you to swallow this.

You are quite safe.

You collapsed while carrying
my breakfast tray in.

May I ask,

what has become of your hired help?

I could not pay her.

I owe her three months' back wages.

My husband took all of
our money two days ago.

I do not know where he has gone.

You must eat something.

You will feel stronger.

There is nothing in the house
to eat, Dr. Jordan.

Your breakfast was the last of it.

I have not eaten since my husband left.

SIMON: Here we go.

You are too kind.

Thank you.

To purchase all this food.

This is so good of you, Dr. Jordan.

Think nothing of it.

I could not let you starve.

I'm afraid it will come to that.

I am at the end of my resources.

I will advance you
another two months' rent.

That should be sufficient
to keep the wolves at bay,

at least until you've had time
to consider your prospects.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hello, Dr. Jordan.

Good morning, Grace.

What is that you are working on today?

I am mending Miss Lydia's lace.

She does tend to be careless
about her clothes,

and ought to be told that
fine clothes such as hers

do not grow on trees.

I will put it down now
that you're here.

It is a strain on the eyes.

Sir, you are without any item today.

Grace?

Any apple or onion or beet.

Yes, I have determined
upon a different plan.

What is that, sir?

Have you had any dreams, Grace?

I suppose I have.

Though none I can
remember at the moment.

I will try to remember them,
if it will help you, sir,

with the trouble you're in.

What makes you think
I am in trouble, Grace?

Those who have been
in trouble themselves

are alert to it in others, sir.

That is a kind thought.

Perhaps we could pick up
where we left off

before we were interrupted yesterday.

You were telling me about
your friend Mary Whitney.

Of course.

Mary was a person
of very democratic views.

To prepare a house for guests requires

extra attention.

(SIGHS)

If there is dust in the corner,

I expect one of you to notice it.

Heads up, heads down.

A spider can spin a web overnight.

Notice.

There's no reason for
this house not to gleam.

It just takes vigilance!

GRACE: She was a fun-loving girl,

and very bold and
mischievous in her speech.

I put it down to her being
a native-born Canadian,

as she did not have very
much respect for degree.

It angers me that
some people have so much

and others so little.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I cannot see any divine plan in it.

Would the rebels have changed that?

Oh, of course they would have.

William Lyon Mackenzie said,

"To yourselves, therefore, Farmers,

"the eyes of the whole
Colonies are fixed on you

"for you are the only
true nobility that

"this country can boast of.

"Canadians!

"Do you love freedom?

"I know you do.

"Do you hate oppression?

"Who dare deny it?"

It's very sad that the rebels lost.

MARY: We didn't lose.

We just haven't won yet.

Do you know that my
grandmother was a Red Indian

which is why my hair is so dark.

If I had half a chance
I'd run away to the woods

and go about with a bow and arrow.

You could come with me.

We wouldn't have to pin up
our hair or wear stays.

How would we live?
How would we survive?

We would hunt of course.

And leap out and scalp
passing travelers.

It is in my blood to know how to.

And to be feared.

(WOMAN SPEAKING IN DISTANCE)

One dusts, one sweeps, then polishes.

Please don't polish the dust.

I can't smell the onions!

If they were braised correctly,

I should be able to smell them.

Please don't tell me
you're cutting corners!

I'd like to scalp Mrs.
Alderman Parkinson.

It wouldn't be worth
the trouble though.

Her hair is not her own.

(LAUGHING)

It was just our way of talking
and no harm was meant.

All right.

You must take the peel off
in one long piece,

and then without looking behind you,

you must throw it
over your left shoulder.

And it will spell out
the initial of the man

you will marry.

I am too young to be
thinking of husbands.

You are never too young
to think of a husband.

When I've saved up enough of my wages,

I am going to marry
a nice, young farmer

whose land is already cleared
and a good house built.

I even know what kind of hens
and cow we will have.

I want red and white Leghorns

and a Jersey cow for
the cream and cheese.

There's nothing better.

And a cat named Tabby
and a dog named Rex.

Look! I got it off in one piece!

All right.

Who shall we marry?

(YELPS)

There is no way to tell
which way is up.

MARY: Yes. There. Look.

A "J."

It's a "J."

(GASPS) Oh, Grace!
You will marry Jeremiah.

He's the peddler who
is coming tomorrow.

He is handsome.

But you'll have to tramp
around the countryside,

and you won't have any house

but the pack you carry on your back.

Oh, Grace,
I'm just having fun with you!

Go on. It's your turn.

I'll try another.

Here.

Take my extra one.

Oh.

It's just a foolish, old wives' tale.

Come. Let's go to bed
and make fun of people.

CHILDREN: - ♪ Jeremiah, blow the fire

♪ Puff, puff, puff

♪ First you blow it gently
then you blow it rough!

Who's that?

♪ Jeremiah, blow the fire
puff, puff, puff

It is Jeremiah!

♪ ...then you blow it rough!

♪ Jeremiah, blow the fire
puff, puff, puff

♪ First you blow it gently
then you blow it rough! ♪

ALL: Rough!

What is all this about, Jeremiah?

Well, they used to pelt
me with horse dung

and then pillage my unattended wares

while I gave chase.

I thought it best to have them
follow under my command

so I've chosen the wiser course

which is to teach them the song myself

and simply pay the little tyrants.

There you are, share it,
it's for all of you!

Come, what have you brought us!

We need to make a new woman
of our Grace here.

COOK: Come, let's all go inside.

Come along.

Look at these earrings.

Don't look too long.

The gold and silver will rub off.

Now, Mary... You know it to be true.

I'll buy some.

You scarcely need it.

You smell like a princess already.

(CHUCKLES) Onions more like.

Well then,
you smell good enough to eat.

Well, Jeremiah, I see
you are up to your old pranks.

Taking advantage of the women again.

Mrs. Honey, as always
you are absolutely correct,

that is exactly what I am trying to do.

How can I resist when so
many pretty girls are about,

though none as pretty as yourself.

Oh, be quiet.

(SIGHS) Look at these handkerchiefs.

I'll take two of those.

Now, be brisk about your business

and don't take all day.

- The girls have their work to do.
- Mmm-hmm.

Tell us our fortunes,
Jeremiah! Come on!

- Yes! Do!
- No. It is meddling with the Devil.

Oh, do tricks! Please!

He used to work at fairs.
He knows conjuring tricks.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(ALL GASPING)

- No!
- Oh! (LAUGHING)

How did you do that?

Before I was an honest tradesman,

I lived a wicked youth

and had my pocket picked
and my heart broken

50 times over by cruel and
pretty girls just like you.

I must be on my way.

Oh, now, Jeremiah.

Oh, Cook, there is no
match for your cake.

- Mmm-hmm?
- Mmm-hmm.

Girls, come on.

Grace.

You only bought four buttons.

Five for luck.

There are sharp rocks ahead.

I suppose there always are, sir.

There certainly
been enough of them behind.

So I am not too daunted...

A disaster.

You will cross water three times.

You will have much trouble.

But all will be fine in the end.

You are one of us.

Jeremiah.

Mary. Grace. Come along.

Well, Miss Grace.

What a difference now
that you are decently dressed.

Grace.

If you need to go to the privy outside,

wait until it is light.

Why?

It is not safe.

(URINATING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Grace, you are too naive.

You mustn't go out alone at night.

SIMON: Why would you not be allowed

to go to the privy at night?

Because a girl should not
ever let her guard down.

Mary taught me that.

So did the world I suppose.

Did you always feel that, Grace?

Do you feel it more
so after the murders?

(SCREAMING)

Hush, child.

You will wake the whole house.

Look at me, Mary.

I'll surely die.

This is why I had to go to the privy.

I felt a pain in my stomach.

This is how it began with
my mother when she died!

Grace. You are a woman now.

Oh, hush. It is all right.

It is perfectly normal.

It happens once a month from now on.

You will be just fine.

Here.

You can put this on

until you get a red
petticoat of your own.

Here, I'll show you how it is done.

Some call this Eve's curse,

but I think that is stupid

because the real curse of Eve

was having to put up
with the nonsense of Adam.

There.

If the pain gets too bad,

I will get you some
willow bark to chew.

I will go heat a brick for the ache.

I'm so grateful for you.

You are a good and kind friend.

You will be a beauty, Grace.

Soon you'll start to turn men's heads.

The worst will be the gentlemen.

Because they think

they are entitled
to anything they want.

They'll start promising you things,

say he'll do whatever you want,

but you must be very careful

and you must never do anything for them

unless they have performed
what they have promised.

And if there is a ring,

there must be a parson to go with it.

Why is that?

Because men are liars by nature, Grace.

They'll say anything to get
what they want out of you,

then think better of it
and be off on the next boat.

You're right.

You are a good girl, Grace Marks.

♪ Rock of ages, cleft for me ♪

♪ Let me hide ♪

♪ Myself in thee ♪

♪ Let the water ♪

♪ And the blood ♪

♪ From thy riven side ♪

♪ Which flowed ♪

♪ Be of sin... ♪

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(GRACE LAUGHING)

Mary.

Mary, wake up.

Oh, no. Mary, please...

Boo!

Grace, I am all right.

Please don't scare me
like that ever again.

I couldn't bear to lose you.

GEORGE: ♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ 'Twas the truth in
her eye ever dawning ♪

♪ That made me love Mary... ♪

Mary.

Sir.

Pardon me. I just wanted

to introduce myself to the young lady.

I'm George Parkinson.

Grace Marks, sir.

And, Mary, have you been making
Grace feel right at home?

I certainly have, sir.

GEORGE: I am sure you have.

What do you say to it, Grace?

Why, yes, sir.

No one can make a person feel
quite at home like Mary can.

Mary?

George is the eldest son
of the household.

He's just home for Christmas.

- Mary?
- Grace.

You used the ribbon
you bought from Jeremiah!

You should have saved it for yourself!

Oh, this is the best
needle case in the world.

I've never seen anything like it.

I will cherish it always.

Go on. Open yours.

It's beautiful.

It was my mother's.

She gave it to me just before she died.

You mustn't part with it.

No. You are my dearest friend
and I want you to have it.

WOMAN: I'm not a stranger
to Plato myself.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Mary, I have the most
horrible tear in the dress

I was wearing this morning.

You are the most talented
seamstress I know.

Would you have a look at it tonight?

Yes, of course, ma'am.

Right away.

♪ Now bring us some figgy pudding ♪

♪ Now bring us some figgy pudding ♪

♪ Now bring us some figgy pudding ♪

♪ And bring it right now ♪

♪ We won't go until we get some ♪

♪ We won't go until we get some ♪

♪ We won't go until we get some ♪

♪ So bring it right here! ♪

(LAUGHING)

(CHEERING)

GRACE: That was the happiest
Christmas I had ever spent.

Either before or after.

Mr. George stayed home after Christmas.

He caught a chill.

This is the best thing for the lumbago

if you put it on the spot.

I will take it to him.

Mrs. Parkinson wants him
to be alone to rest.

I will take it to him.

GRACE: By the time he was better

it was the middle of February,

and he had missed so much
of the college term

he said he would stay away
until the next one.

And so there he was,
being fussed over by all,

and with time on his hands
and not much he needed to do,

which is a bad situation
for a man full of spirits.

I'm afraid he was very much indulged,

not least by himself.

For if the world treats you well, sir,

you come to believe
you are deserving of it.

George...

I won't have you fraternizing
with the servants

when you are here to rest and recover.

Oh, Mother, I am not that ill anymore.

Have some tea.

GRACE: Mary.

Mary. Slow down.

I'm in a hurry.

Why?

Careful when passing underneath.

I heard of a woman who was
killed by an icicle once.

It went right through her
like a skewer.

Hmm.

It was about this time

I began to notice a change in Mary.

Where were you tonight?
I missed our talking.

I am tired, Grace.

I must go right to sleep.

Are they going skating?

Have you ever been skating?

No.

Come on.

Come and get me, Mary.

There is much to be done, Grace.

Is there some trouble, Mary?

I do not know where
you are getting such ideas.

(VOMITING)

You need to lie down.

Nonsense.

It was yesterday's mutton stew
and now I am rid of it.

I had the same thing myself
and I feel perfectly well.

Do not mention it again please.

All right.

(RETCHING)

Oh, sweet, Mary.

I believe you are in great need

of confiding in someone.

I saw my own mother
in this condition very often.

He promised to marry me

and he gave me a ring

and for once I wanted to believe him.

I thought he wasn't like other men.

But now he's gone back on his promise

and he would not even speak with me.

I don't know what to do.

Who, Mary?

I cannot say.

But as soon as anyone knows what sort of
trouble I'm in I will be turned away.

And then what will become of me?

I'll have to go to the streets

and become a sailors' drab
to feed myself and the baby.

That kind of life
will be the end of me soon.

Mary, you are the truest friend I have.

I'll do anything for you.
What can I do?

There must be a workhouse

or something of the sort
that will take you in.

Young girls always die
in those sorts of places.

They catch a fever
as soon as they are delivered

and they secretly smother the babies

so as not to be a charge
on the public purse.

I'd rather take my chances
of dying elsewhere.

What if I were to deliver it?

I helped with my sisters'
and brothers' births.

Then we could secretly give it away.

Maybe nobody would know.

Grace, my condition will soon
start to show.

Mrs. Honey and Mrs. Parkinson,
they have such sharp eyes.

You must try one last time

to speak with the man in question.

Appeal to his better nature.

He cannot turn you away
if he has any decency at all.

Where is Mary?

She's just in the privy.

(SCOFFS) Probably eating.

She is certainly putting on flesh.

That girl will eat us
out of house and home.

He gave me $5.

$5!

That is what his child is worth to him.

He said I would not "catch him
this way." (SNIFFLES)

He said he doubted
the child was even his

since I've been so obliging with him

and if I threaten him with a scandal,

he'll deny it,

and ruin whatever reputation
I have left.

He said if I wanted
a quick end to my troubles,

I should just go and drown myself.

(SOBBING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I loved him.

(SNIFFS) I truly loved him.

I don't any longer.

Where are we going, Mary?

There is a doctor here

who helps whores when they need it.

In what way might he help you?

You shouldn't ask.

GRACE: I've never heard
of such doctors.

Are you sure, Grace?

About lending me your savings?

Of course. With all my heart.

Soon I may be dead.

But you'll still be alive.

Don't go.

Don't go to this doctor.

I must. Don't carry on, Grace.

Come inside, quickly.

You wait here.

And if you ever tell
anything about this

I will deny ever having seen you.

- Go, Grace.
- No.

Grace, Go!

(MARY SCREAMING)

(MARY WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMING)

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

(KNOCKING)

(CRYING)

Oh.

What happened?

He took a knife to me and
he cut something inside.

He said there will be pain
and bleeding,

but after that all will be right again.

He didn't...

Grace, you must go back to
work or we will be noticed.

Say that I have just gone
to fetch something.

I can't leave you.

Grace, you must.

I cannot be found out.

(SNIFFLES)

I can see you think
it is a most wicked thing.

The thing he had cut out of
her was, of course, her baby.

I thought it was
a most wicked thing myself.

But I also thought it was either one
corpse that way, or two the other,

for if not, she would have
certainly drowned herself.

So I could not find it

within my heart to reproach her.

(GROANING)

Let me fetch someone.
You are in such pain.

No, Grace, you must not.

It will be the end of me if you do.

I will sleep on the floor tonight

so you can be more comfortable.

MARY: Grace.

Yes.

MARY: I am angry.

I am so very angry.

Grace, tell me a story.

The only good stories I know
are the ones you've told me.

MARY: Tell me one of those then.

Tell me about William
Lyon Mackenzie's escape.

(GROANING)

William Lyon Mackenzie was a great man

who led the Rebellion here.

After the Rebellion was lost,

and Montgomery's Tavern
was burned to the ground,

he made his way towards
the United States.

Many, many people hid him

and protected him in their farm houses

and kept their mouths shut
when they saw him on the roads

because Canadians want
liberty and freedom.

They don't have it yet,
but one day they will.

Because we didn't lose.

We just haven't won yet.

Say the speech that I taught you.

BOTH: "The law says

"that we shall not be taxed
without our consent

"by the men of our choice,

"but a wicked and tyrannical government

"has trampled upon that law,

"divided the plunder,

"and declared, that,
regardless of justice,

"they will continue to roll
in their splendid carriages,

"and riot in their palaces,
at our expense,

"that we are poor, spiritless,
ignorant peasants,

"who were born to toil for our betters.

"But the peasants are beginning

"to open their eyes

"and feel their strength,

"too long have we been
hoodwinked by Baal's priests,

"who take the wages of sin,
and do the work of iniquity,

"each one looking to his gain
in his quarter.

"Canadians!

"Do you love freedom?

"I know you do.

"Do you hate oppression?

"Who dare deny it?"

(GROANING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING)

AGNES: Grace! Mary! You are late!

Wake up! Mrs. Parkinson is angry!

(KNOCKING)

Mary...

Good heavens.

She is dead.

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

This is a bad business.

You stay here.

Mary.

Are you pretending?

An outrage and a disgrace.

What a terrible smell.

It smells like a butcher shop.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) Under my own roof.

(INHALES) What a deceitful girl.

Grace, why did you not
inform me of this?

Please, ma'am,

Mary told me not to.

She said she would be
better in the morning.

I did not know she was going to die!

That was very wicked of you, Grace.
Who was the man?

The scoundrel ought to be exposed

and made to pay for his crime.

Do you know, Grace?

She was seeing a gentleman
and they were engaged.

Only he broke his promise
and would not marry her.

What gentleman?

Please, ma'am. I don't know.

Only she said that you
would not like it at all,

if you found out who it was.

We will not discuss this any further

as it will only bring misery,
and there is no sense

crying over spilt milk.

Out of respect for the dead,
we will not say how Mary died.

We will say it was a low fever.

That will be best for all.

GRACE: All the time, Mary was
there on the bed, listening.

She was hearing our plans
to tell these lies about her.

And I thought, she will not be
easy in her mind about it.

It was the doctor that
killed her with his knife.

Him and the gentleman between them.

For it is not always the one
who strikes the blow,

that is the actual murderer.

Mary was done to death
by that unknown gentleman,

as surely as if he'd taken
the knife and plunged it

into her body himself.

MARY: (WHISPERING) Let me in.

MRS. PARKINSON: Now clean this up.
Grace, get yourself dressed.

Girls, do not speak of Mary's death

until we have her
looking more respectable.

Take the sheet from the bed
and her nightdress

and petticoat and wash the blood out.

Wash the body and take
the mattress to be burned.

Is there another nightdress?

I will give her mine.

There is more to this
than meets the eye.

I wonder who the man is.

Whoever he is, he is most
likely enjoying his breakfast

at this very moment

and not thinking about our poor Mary.

No more than a carcass hung up
at the butcher's.

It is the curse of Eve
we must all bear.

Mary would have laughed at that.

MARY: (WHISPERING) Let me in.

What are you doing?

It's cold as an icicle out there.

The smell is making me sick.

It's true. We should air out the room.

I hope it is not too late...

Too late for what, Grace?

For her soul to be let out.

(AGNES SHUDDERING)

GRACE: I realized I
forgot to open a window

to let her soul out.

I must have heard wrong.

I thought I heard her say, "Let me in."

But she must have said, "Let me out."

(THUD)

MRS. PARKINSON: Grace.

Grace, wake up.

MRS. HONEY: Now wake up.

EFFIE: Grace, dear, please.

MRS. HONEY: Grace.

Grace, it's time to wake up now.

Grace.

MAIDS: ♪ ...when we live
in a bright beaming world ♪

Of our own

Grace.

♪ And the light that surrounds us ♪

♪ Is all from within ♪

♪ Oh 'tis not ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ In that happy time ♪

♪ We can love ♪

♪ As in hours of less transport we may ♪

Grace.

Grace. Where am I?

You are here, Grace.

You're in Mary's room.

Where is Grace?

You are Grace, my dear.

Grace.

Your Mary has died.

You've had a terrible shock.

Where is Grace?

What has happened?

Where is Grace?

You are Grace. You are Grace.

Mary has died.

No. No!

She is lost! I must search for her.

Oh, my dear, I fear
you've had a terrible shock.

And it's no wonder considering
the shock of it.

No, Grace is lost. I must find her.

Grace, Mary has died.

Mary has died. You are with us
and you are all right.

(PANTING)

GRACE: When I woke again,
it was a day later

and I knew again that I was Grace,

and that Mary was dead.

And I remembered the night

we'd thrown the apple peelings
over our shoulders,

and Mary's had broken three times

and now it had all come true

as she had not married anyone
and now never would.

But I had no memory
of anything I said or did

during the time I was awake
between the two long sleeps.

- No memory at all?
- GRACE: No.

And this worried me.

And so the happiest time of
my life was over and gone.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Not now. Please!

I believe it is Miss Lydia.

I just wanted to make sure
you don't need anything.

No. No, we don't need anything.

Please close the door.

I'll need to hem that skirt.

It will drag through the
mud in this weather.

Grace, could you...

I'll be done this quilt in a week or so

if our sessions are
going to be this long.

Thank you, Grace.

GRACE: It is knowledge
of me you crave, Doctor.

Forbidden knowledge.

Knowledge with a lurid glare to it.

Knowledge gained through
a descent into the pit.

You want to go where I can never go.

See what I can never see inside me.

You want open up my
body and peer inside.

In your hand,

you want to hold my
beating female heart.

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