All language subtitles for The Crimson Petal and The White [1x04] Episode 4 (XviD asd)-eng

It's a book of hate, to wreak revenge
on every pompous trembling worm
who taps at Mrs Castaway's door!

And you are?
Sugar is all there is to my name.

Your life is going to be
very different from now on.

I would like you to move
to Chepstow Villas.

To live in your house?

And become Sophie's governess.

19 years... Mother...

..since we embarked
on this life together.

Your life is becoming quite shrouded
in mystery. I am so curious.

Who is that lady, Sophie?

Agnes, what have you done?

Please, I'm ready. Get me away!

You're my only hope!

Am I still your little girl?

Yes, of course you are.

I am not a madwoman!

Agnes is to be put away.

But, William...

No-one is going to hurt you any more.
Is it time?

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I have to t tell the p... p...

It's worse when you excite yourself.

..the police!

I have to tell the police.

Agnes may be
in need of urgent rescue!

Of course, William, but...
It's not a simple question
of being dead or alive.

There is a fate worse than death.

As we speak, some foul hag,
such as your Mrs Castaway, could be
installing her in some bawdy house!

I'm quite sure Agnes is too frail
to be made use of in that way.

Haven't you read More Sprees?

There's a nice little trade
going in dying girls.

Or perhaps you'd forgotten?

Where was this "Convent of Health"
that she blathered onto you about?

Well, I'm not sure it was a place
that had a physical reality.

You know she disappeared before?
Miss Sugar found her with half
her toes sliced off in the snow.

Miss Sugar? The governess.

She's not a rescue girl, is she?

Oh, for heaven's sake!
Of course not.

Emmeline, you're becoming
fixated on that subject!

Let me think. I always
think I can remember feeling...

a little different.

But if I am not the same,
the next question is,

who in the world am I?

That's the great puzzle.

I'm so glad you're enjoying
your Christmas book, Sophie.

Miss, has my mama still run away?

Yes.

Yes, she has. Is it history now?

I beg your pardon?
History? Henry VIII?

Er, no, geography first, I think.

Why don't you draw me some
animals from Australia?

Were you and Agnes close?

Close?

We barely knew each other.

She told Clara the person
who f...f...found her in the snow
was her only friend in the world.

She was very disturbed.

I merely escorted her
back to the house.

She didn't know you at all,

yet she trusted you?

Well, she had no reason not to.

Miss. U-hum?

If Henry VIII wanted a son so
badly, why didn't he marry
a lady who already had one?

Because to be the king's true heir
you need to be of the king's blood.

Are babies made of blood?

No.

Babies are grown in here.

How?

Well, if I had a husband,

he would plant a seed in me

and I would have a baby.

I came out of Mama, then?

Now sleeps the crimson petal

Now the white

Nor waves the cypress
in the palace walk

Nor winks the gold
fin in the poor free font

The firefly wakens
Waken now with me

Now droops the milk-white
peacock like a ghost

And like a ghost
she glimmers unto me

Now lies the Earth

All Danae to the stars
and all thy heart lies open to me

Now slides the silent meteor on

And leaves a shining furrow
as thy thoughts in me.

Oh, Letty!

Sorry, I fell asleep, reading.

What time is it?
No, it's early, only.

Mr Rackham was looking for you.

He's been fetched away.

Identification will be difficult
in these circumstances, sir.

Try and focus on the parts
that are least corrupted.

A word of warning,
don't look for the eyes.

Eels have them. All right.

It is she.

It is my wife.

Are you sure, sir?

I'm sure.

Cover her up!

Steady, steady.

All right, sir.

'Dearest William, it is so
tedious to wait even this
short time to be man and wife.

'How I long to go out and hear
people say, "There go the Rackhams.

'"He has just published another book
and she is lately returned from
Paris with 30 new dresses!"'

Ashes and dust are our
only material remains.

Compared to our spiritual
remains, they mean nothing.

Mrs Rackham's corporeal form...

You are a brave, brave, brave man.

I heard Sophie had a new governess.

I wonder to see her so happy!

Is she your first pupil, Miss..?

Sugar. Mrs Emmeline Fox.

No, I looked after
a little boy before.

Christopher.

In Notting Hill?

I've lived many
different places in London.

And I have visited many
in the course of my work

with The Rescue Society.

The Rescue Society?

I confess, I've never heard of it.

Oh, Miss Sugar,

how mortified my colleagues
would be to hear you say that.

If you will excuse me, Mrs Fox,
I do think I should keep a close
eye on Sophie today. Of course.

Let's walk together.

We are an organisation committed to
reforming prostitutes.

The urgency is great.
Women die or disappear every day
through disease, murder, suicide.

Just yesterday, I visited a house,
a place known as Mrs Castaway's,

looking for a girl I'd read
about in a vile publication.

What did you find there?

The girl was long gone.

No one could say where.

And Mrs Castaway herself had died.

Died? So the new madam said, before
she slammed the door in my face.

Forgive me, Miss Sugar.

Oh, you were fond of your old madam.

In my arrogance, I failed to
imagine that. What an imbecile I am.

What do you want?

I wanted to verify who you were.

Who am I?

A young woman who has found her
calling and means to excel at it.

If I can ever be of service.

DISTANT, REMEMBERED CRIES

SHOUTS

Christopher?

I think you've mistaken your way.

I was looking for the little
boy who used to answer the door.

If it's little boys he's after,
send him to Mrs Talbot's.

It's not a man, dear, it's a
lady from the Rescue Society.

My name is Sugar.

I used to work here.

Sugar?

I would never have...

Oh, well come in, dear, come in.

Someone was asking for you
only a couple of days ago.
Your fame endures!

Quite a change, isn't it?

MOANS

May I have a word with Amy?

The girl who used to play the cello.

Alas, Amy felt our house had become
too specialised for her talents.

Took the boy with her.
Quite where escapes me.

So many new houses,
one can hardly keep up.

With Amy gone and me no longer on
what you might call the factory
floor, we're two girls down.

I came to ask about my...

About Mrs Castaway.

Oh, she passed, dear.

But how? How did she die?

In her sleep, dear.

Did she leave anything for me?

A letter, a message?

And what happened to
her after she was found,

her remains?

Undertakers took her away.
Isn't that right, dear?

Oh, I believe so. Rookes, Brookes,
something like that. Aww.

Well, do call in again,
dear, if you're passing.

A charm to see you.

You do look different.
My life is very different now. Is it?

You've filled out so! Ain't she?
Indeed.

In fact, I wonder,
is there something we should know?

LAUGHTER

WRETCHING

KNOCKING

Miss Sugar, Mr Rackham was
asking if you were back.

Can you sew?

Sew? Yes, could you alter a
dress of Agnes's so that it'd

fit you?

Er, no I, I don't think so.

Erm, even if I were a
seamstress, Agnes and I were

very different shapes.

Shame. I'd arranged for us all
to go on a little outing together
tomorrow afternoon.

Us all? You, me and Sophie.
To the photographer's studio.

A family portrait.

Good day, Sir.

Mr Tovey.

Madam. This way.

Sophie.

This dress must have shrunk.

I shall now summon an
elephant from the sky and
balance it on the tip of my nose.

Three, two, one.

Marvellous.

Hello, Sophie. Papa?

I have something for you.

Well, what do you think? William?

What a pleasant surprise.

Miss Sugar, see here. Oh, Sophie.

I look real! It's wonderful, Sophie!

And what of the group portrait?

The one of all of us together?
It wasn't a success, I'm afraid.
Oh, dear.

Perhaps we can try again another
day? Yes, Sophie. Perhaps we will.

It is a risk, of course.
The engineering is in its infancy.

Leave things as they are.

To recoup your investment you'd need
ten years' excellent harvests

and no expansion
from your competitors.

Oh, it's...

The next century belongs
to Pears and Yardley.
I can feel it in my bones.

And without an heir to succeed me...

Without an heir so far.

You are a man in his prime, William.

Do you remember when we first met?

I told you I would
do anything for you.

We should be in bed.
My thoughts exactly.

No...

..seriously. Look at the time.

You stupid, stupid girl.

SHE CRIES OUT IN PAIN

SHE MOANS

Hello, sir. Are you looking for me?

Sugar?

Is that... Is that you?

I had heard about Mrs C.

When did she die? Do you know?

A while ago.

She didn't leave you nothing?
A letter, even?

I'm sorry.

I loved my mother.

Can I use your pot? Help yourself.

Oh, thank you. It's even clean!

Would you mind?

Light a candle
for her sometimes, my mum.

Not in church!

Just in here. Can you pass
me a handkerchief from my bag?

You been shopping?
Pennyroyal and brewer's yeast.

One of the maids.

She tried zinc and borax?

To no avail.

I hate that the worst.
Hurts like hell, the burnin'.

Poor girl.

Yes, it does.

What's this?

Light a candle for me.

'Who am I, then?

'Tell me that first, and then,
if I like being that person,'

I'll come up.

'If not, I'll stay down here
till I'm somebody else.

Oh, excuse me, Sophie.

I just need to go
outside for a moment.

Mr Rackham!

Mr Rackham!

Janey!

Follow me.

Oh, William. I'm so sorry.

BELL RINGS

That will be Dr Curlew.

For me? Do not move from this bed.

We've had quite enough
sick women in this house.

I want you well.

People break necks
falling off a chair.

You have fallen down a staircase

and only have a badly
sprained ankle and a number
of bruises to show for it.

You may not be aware of those
bruises as yet, but you will be.

Keep to your bed as much as
possible. I have duties to perform.

It would be much better,
in your condition...

Dr Curlew,

I am employed in this house.

KNOCKING

Enter.

How is the patient?

Remarkably well.
Miss Sugar is extremely robust.

Hello, Sophie.
Here, take these books from me.

Oh, for heaven's sake!
Aren't you the least bit
curious what happened to me?

Letty said that you fell down a
long, long way and I mustn't stare.

I'll be better very soon.

And now that your father...

..feels well enough to do his
own correspondence, you and I
can spend more time together.

And I think we are in New Zealand.

"Dear Rackers..." Rackers.

"Deepest condolences aside,
anyone would think
it was you who were dead.

"The new book is our best yet."

Art As Understood By The Working Man.

Less contentious than usual!

Don't you believe it! Look at that
whole variety of rude working folk.

Chimney sweeps,
fish-sellers, kitchen-maids,
costermongers, so forth.

And show them engravings
of famous paintings.

Then ask them their opinion!

So, William, do tell us what
you intend to do about Constance.

Constance? We're dying to hear.
Our dear Lady Bridgelow.

What about her?
You don't want to marry her?

I had no idea that she had
any desire to marry me!

Come on, Bill! Do you expect her to
get down on bended knee and propose?

She has her pride!

So, what do you fancy?

Mrs Terence's is nearby?

The Welsh one will be taken by now
and I don't much care for
the others. Mrs Ford's?

Expensive for what you get.

These have a cheerful air about
them. Nice weather we're having.

You never had anyone like me, dear.
Me neither!

In the mouth. How much?

Go on, Sir. I don't have a sheath
on me.

I went to the doctors last week,
Sir.

Says I'm as clean as a kitten.

Even so...
I've got a fine, silky hole, sir.

A connoisseur's conch.

Bill, are you with us?

Well, eat it, Rackers!

William?

What are you doing in here? I'm
attending to your correspondence.

Are you all right?
You're covered in...

Where have you been?

Oh, I know, don't I?

I know where you've been.

That is none of your business!

Just hobble off back to your room!

I have no further need for you.

Go on!

'Who am I?

'My name is Sugar. I am what
you would call a fallen woman,
but I assure you I did not fall.

'I was pushed.

'Vile man, eternal Adam,
I indict you!'

Please forgive me. What time is it?

Almost dawn. Sugar, I am so sorry.

I wasn't myself before.

I collapsed in town, drunk.

A complete disgrace.

I'm sober now.

It will never happen again.

Of course not, William. No,
I am determined.

Things are going to be different.

You'll see.

I would like you and Sophie
to join me tomorrow

on a visit of my soap factory.

Wouldn't it be wiser to wait
until after you're rested?

There's someone else
I am meeting there,

someone I'm loath to inconvenience.

I see.

Of course you do.

I have not told you often enough
what a treasure you are.

You should get some sleep now.

Take care, Cheesman.

I always do, Miss Sugar.

You are very nicely
turned out, Sophie.

Look, Sophie.

We're here to meet an associate
of your father's.

No, it is my fault for arriving
early. I've been looking forward
to it so much, you see.

It's hard to believe my humble
little factory could
inspire such enthusiasm.

Do you doubt my word?

Of course, what you see here is not
exactly soap manufacture, as such.

That is a very dirty business
and not the work of a perfumer.

Miss? I'm all right, Sophie.

This area is dedicated to the
production of Rackham's Honeysuckle.

Relieves itching quite miraculously,
I am told.

Here.

William, this is so amusing.

Do you really think so?

These stairs lead to the blue room,
which houses the production of

Rackham's Puressence,
our signature scent.

The factory was originally built
to be a sewer works,
which is ironic.

Ah, this is one of our new
developments, Jeunesse Eternelle.

The orange colour
comes from carrots.

Miss, I need to go piddle.

Mr Rackham? Is there on the premises
a room with...washing facilities?

Er...someone will show you.

WHIMPERS

CRYING AND GASPING

DOOR OPENS

THUMP

GASPING

SOBBING

Please, please help me.

I'll get someone.

No! You have to help me.

Please.

Please.

Oh.

Thank you.

We must go.

Let's go.

It's a bit early for bed.

I don't mind, miss, I'm tired.

I'm very grateful to you, Sophie.

You rescued me.

Please don't die.

I won't die.

I promise.

It's all right, little one.

Don't you worry about anything.
You just trust me.

BELL RINGS

Forgive the late hour.
I was visiting a neighbour of yours.

What is it?

There was something
I could scarcely fail to notice
the last time I was in this house.

I should perhaps have
spoken to you about it at the time.

You sent for me?

Yes.

Do not sit down, there's no need.

It has come to my notice
that you are with child.

It is therefore impossible that you
remain as my daughter's governess.

Your wages are enclosed.

Please be prepared to leave
on 1st March.
There has been a misunderstanding.

Further discussion
is out of the question.

Do not attempt to
come and see me again.

Thank you.

"Dear William, forgive me saying so,
but you are mistaken.

"I was briefly afflicted
with a painful swelling

"which has since passed
and I now have my monthly courses,

"as you can discover
to your own satisfaction."

"Dear William, please,

"every hour that I wait for
your reply is torture.

"Remember that I am devoted to
your sister and you
and sparing you inconvenience..."

KNOCK AT DOOR

Excuse me, Miss Sugar, Mr Rackham
has asked if Miss Sophie
might be brought down.

We shall just tidy ourselves up
a bit.

Miss Sugar, he asked me to bring
Miss Sophie myself.

I see.

Could you wait outside a moment?
Of course, Miss.

Come on, Sophie, stand up.

I think your father
has some news for you.

Most probably he is about to
tell you something,

and I want you to tell him something
in return.

I want you to tell him
how you feel about me.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Then everything's
going to be all right.

They're sending you away.

But did you tell him?
I told him that I love you.

How dare he do this?

How dare he do this to my child?!

Miss Townsley.

Hello, Sophie.

I would like to introduce you to
Miss Townsley.

Hello, Miss Townsley.

Have you any French, child?

French wasn't one of Miss Sugar's
accomplishments.

What about the piano?

Again, I'm afraid Miss Sugar
came up rather short.

I think it best Miss Sugar
leave immediately to prevent
further distress to Sophie.

If as you say she has formed
a very strong attachment,
I think that might be preferable.

But does your governess
have somewhere to go?

Oh, yes. She can always
go home to her mother.

DOOR OPENS

Miss Sugar!

I thought we might go for
an adventure outside today, Sophie.

It's so stuffy in here. Yes, miss.

Don't forget your muffler. Yes.

What about your spy glass?

Goodness, Miss, we are taking
a lot of stories with us.

We are going on a great
expedition, Sophie,

who knows what
provisions we may need?

Is it America tomorrow?

America tomorrow.

Heavy bags you got there, Miss.

Goin' far with them?

You're impertinent, Cheesman.

I shall speak to Mr Rackham about
you on our return. Your return?

That be soon then?

I shall speak to you in private.

Sophie? Yes, Miss. I shall be
back in a moment. Yes, Miss.

Ten pounds, Cheesman.

Aren't we grand!
A small fortune for you.

I wondered after Mrs Rackham
met her doom if you weren't
hoping to take her place.

Take the money,
and let us be on our way.

I saw her.

Dragged from the river.

There was nothing left to recognise.

Except her hair.

Those long blonde locks.

Full of weed and dirty water.

You see money's all
well and good, Miss.

But what I'd like is
something a little more personal.

I want a taste of what he's had.

CHEESMAN: Ugh!
THUD

Bitch!

DOOR CREAKS

Where are we going, Miss?
Somewhere nice.

Shall I carry a bag, Miss?

They're too heavy for you, Sophie.

Let's take a ride on the omnibus.

Run ahead so the conductor
can see we want to get on.

Oh!

Where are we going now, Miss?

Somewhere very interesting.

I promise.

'How smug you are, reader,

'if you are a member of that
sex that boasts a scrag of
gristle in your trousers.

'You fancy this book will amuse you,
thrill you, rescue you from
the horror of boredom.

'And that, having consumed it,
you will be left at liberty to
resume your life as before.

'But this book is different.

'This book is a knife.
Keep your wits about you.

'You will need them!'

Hello?

Open the door!

Whether I open the door or not
depends on how bad a boy you've
been. Have you been very bad?

I want to speak to Mrs C-Castaway!

She's long dead.

It's Sugar I'm after.

It is imperative that I f-find her.

I'll pay whatever you ask!
Please lower your voice, Sir!

Firstly, the girl you call
Sugar has renounced the gay life.

Secondly, your soaps and
ointments are not improved by
having your image on them.

Lord, grant us some places where
we don't have to see a man's face.

And lastly, try Mrs Leek's.

Mr Forty Acres, we are honoured!
You...

Lookin' for me, sir? No.

I am looking for Sugar.

She has stolen my daughter! Stolen?

Please, I have lost everything.

Did you know, that of every ten
persons drowned in England and Wales,

six will be children? You've got her!

Hey! Hey! Seven pence, sir!

Watch your step, sir.
Some of them stairs is...

CLATTER
Agh!

DISEMBODIED SHRIEKING

RAILWAY GUARD'S WHISTLE

Miss?

Will we get where we're
going to go in time for bed?

We're going on a very
long journey, Sophie.

But when we get there, I promise, you
will have the warmest, safest,

nicest bed in the whole world.

America tomorrow.

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