All language subtitles for Flambards #3 Entry To A New World

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Today is the morning night for Anna to meet the great great today,

Take.

No, don't tell me.

I'm going to do it.

Oh, God.

Call me something.

He's to be sold, isn't he?

Well, I see.

He's to be fed to the heart.

I should look at him.

I should look at him.

No.

Just see it up.

Liam, don't you do something?

I can't see what I can do.

Talk to them.

You think they'll take any notice of me, don't be silly?

We must do something.

Please, Dick.

I just take orders, Miss.

If Mr Russell says sweet, Brian must go,

there's nothing I can do.

Well, what about the boys and girls in the village?

And one of them take him?

Maybe, Miss.

Well?

Father would find out in no time.

Well, you think of something?

Could he go to a sale, Dick?

Not in the county, sir.

We'd have to go at least 100 miles to be sure of not being recognized.

But that we need to answer.

Dick, you know anybody who owns a covered cart?

No, sir.

Doesn't Mr. Dermot have one?

What did he take a horse?

Mr. Dermot, he's no need of a horse.

But he's your friend.

Miss Christina, that's not the point.

Dick's got to deliver him to Mr Lucas at the Kennels.

Mr Lucas is about to mention it.

Next time he sees Mark.

You don't care.

Either of you, just inventing difficulties.

That's not fair.

It is, you just don't care.

It's exactly true about Mr Lucas, sir.

No, sir.

You see, when I take a horse over, I usually just give it to the Kennelman.

Sir, Mr Lucas won't be expecting sweet Brian.

No, Miss.

So if you didn't arrive there,

and went somewhere else and he stared nobody would know.

Not so far.

I can do it.

Sweet Brian won't be fed to the hound.

Wait a minute, Christina. It's not as easy as that.

What's worrying you, Dick?

Well, sir, if Mr. Mark should ask Mr Lucas

if the hound had a good meal, it would all come out.

You see, Christina, it's not a sec...

That might never happen.

You can take that risk.

Christina, we are not taking that risk.

We must!

I don't mean that. I mean, it's only Dick who's taking the risk.

We're all in it together.

No, Christina. We're risking nothing.

Dick's risking his job.

They wouldn't.

Would they, Dick?

They're animals.

Quite the opposite.

Animals are important.

It's people who aren't.

You still help us?

Please, Dick.

Yes, Miss.

Well, Mr. Dermot, take Sweet Brian.

I think he might.

Well, then, what now?

Tomorrow morning, I'll be on my way to Mr Lucas's.

Meet me at the top of me, Gay Rise.

I'll hand Sweet Brian over to you.

No!

Yes!

I'll take you home.

Go, pal!

Go!

Go!

Those, they wereloaded.

Evie, are you awake?

Yes, come in.

You can't sleep.

Neither can I.

Are you frightened?

Nervous.

Will Sweetbrier have a good home, Mr. Dermot?

There are a lot kinder than here.

And safe.

We'll be discovered.

Would you have been able to find it if you hadn't followed me?

True.

I didn't know there was a house there.

There you are. Very few people do.

He sometimes has difficulty having things delivered because they can't find the place.

Shh!

What?

I thought I heard a thumping sound.

Uncle.

And then I know more like a drum sound.

D-dum, d-dum, d-dum.

I can't hear anything.

I can't.

It's your heart.

Hah!

Who are you?

Christine, back to bed, and I'll see you at first light.

Well, creep downstairs.

Mary and Violet might be moving.

Don't let them see you.

And meet me at the corner of the house.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear anything.

Here's the new one.

You're the king downstairs this morning, Violet.

In fact, from now on, you can leave only upstairs cleaning to me.

That's kind of you.

You'll know very well.

I know very well.

and there seems to need a lot more cleaning than the others.

Why this morning?

Where is everyone?

Is there anything worth buying to replace Sweetbriar?

Yes, but I don't know if you'll sell.

Who? Thornton.

Don't willow. Marvellous horse.

Right, tackling.

Are they all still asleep?

You.

Useless, perfectly useless.

William.

You know something.

I know it sounds silly.

Baby.

Well?

You won't laugh.

Would I do such a thing?

Seriously.

I won't laugh.

All day yesterday, and last night.

I felt as though there was a voice inside me.

Shouting out.

Like a small child.

Help.

Mummy help.

Oh, yes.

What?

I've only just stopped shouting it myself.

In fact, I think I know when I stopped.

It was when Father gave me the hunting books to read

and I threw them out of the window.

Yes.

You'll have to throw some books out sometime, I expect.

Cables?

That's right.

Oh.

Glad I ain't got it.

Take him over.

Shoot him.

You've done it often enough.

They're brightening their bones.

That's one thing.

Blast is fit enough.

They've never finished behind them.

Orders is orders.

Orders is orders.

I said, oh boy.

Sweet past is white.

Yeah.

Could say that.

And if my mother were alive, that place wouldn't be so useless,

I'll bet.

Flambards useless.

Absolutely.

But look at all the other places around.

Fields full of crops.

Wheat and barley.

And Swedes and potatoes.

And look at the cattle.

That's all food for the people in the towns.

Bread and meat and milk.

And what does flambards produce?

Nothing but horse manure for the local rose growers.

But the horses...

We don't even breed horses.

That would be something.

Just buy them in when we need a new one.

It's new to shard.

I don't understand where the money comes from.

Oh, there's a lot of things you don't understand.

Oh, you're the brainy one.

You tell me.

Inherited, isn't it?

From people who worked.

From people who produced things that other people could buy.

And that money will run out eventually.

Precisely.

Which is why...

Why would mine inheritance?

Turn out of ten.

The

That's dick.

Where?

If the worst came to the worst,

an uncle found out.

And Dick got the sack.

Find another job, wouldn't he?

Not easily.

Why not?

Firstly, because there aren't many jobs to be had.

And secondly, because father wouldn't give him any references.

I don't believe that.

After all...

There's another thing you don't understand.

Now what?

There's no room in this world for dishonest servants.

I'd take the blame. I'd take it with all my thoughts.

It won't make any difference.

That's not fair.

Oh, well, that's one good thing.

What?

You're not so far gone on being a hard hunting woman.

You've forgotten what's fair and not fair.

I can tell you something else about Dick.

Is he going to make me even more miserable?

I suppose so.

Well, then don't.

All right, I won't.

Oh, come on. Tell me the worst.

Are you sure?

All right.

How much did sweetbrile cost?

Two hundred, wasn't it?

I think so.

Well, two hundred guineas is over eight years wages for Dick.

Eight years.

That can't be true.

Well, how much do you think he earns?

I have no idea.

I'll tell you.

Ten shillings a week.

Is that all?

And he has a sick mother to keep.

That's awful.

Please don't let it happen.

Dear God, don't let them find out.

Everything goes smoothly, Dick.

I think so, sir.

Don't look so worried, Miss.

Everything's going to be all right.

Thank you, Dick.

Who knows what's that?

Heaven knows.

Anyone in the village with a machine like that?

I'll take the head collar back,

and I'll get on down to Lucas's.

Fix it with the cameraman in case any questions are asked.

Do you need any money?

I'll give him the price of a drink.

Thank you, sir.

Could you drop that, do you think?

What, sir?

Calling me, sir.

Somehow it's a heart of break, sir.

What difference would it make?

It would make a difference to me.

Wouldn't make any difference to me, sir.

Of course not.

It's stupid of me to ask. Forget it.

Come on, Christina, let's go.

Thank you for your help, Dick.

I'll take a look.

Come on, Eddie.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's a strange name for dog.

I think you'll find quite a few things strange here.

Won't you, kie boy?

Yeah.

It's a strange name for dog.

I think you'll find quite a few things strange here.

Won't you, kie boy?

Go, go, go.

Morning, Joe.

Good morning, now.

Good.

Is this breeze too strong?

I'll say.

Never mind.

There's plenty of other things to do.

Yeah, sir.

I'll see you later, then.

Yeah, I'll have things there.

Morning, boy.

Lovely.

Hello, William.

I don't know what we're going to do about those plaques.

It's absolutely essential that...

Hello.

This I'm very much mistaken.

That is a horse.

Right, first time.

And this is my cousin, Christina.

Very pleased to meet you, Maria.

How do you do?

You know you're all so good.

How do you do?

You know you're all saying we need more horse power.

Well, there you are.

Really?

Yeah.

We thought you might give it a home.

Otherwise it's going to be shot.

Christina will cry and we don't want that to happen.

Joe.

No, I think we get some more power.

If I truth, that jet is a little bit bigger.

Is it no good?

No, it's fine at first.

Good enough for initial acceleration.

Oh, then the thing floods?

Oh, what's happened to the new plugs you ordered from Germany?

Oh, I have a nose.

This would have been here a long time ago.

Perhaps the carrier...

Can you take him, Mr. Dermot?

I beg your pardon?

Sweetbrier.

Sweetbrier.

Oh, it's coming for ordinary posts.

The horse.

Oh, the horse.

Er, that's their name, is it?

A his name.

Is it Galdy?

What?

Have you got room for him?

Joe?

Joe!

Joe!

Oh, Joe, do you think you can handle an automatic graph cover?

Yeah, where is it?

Right there.

Yeah.

Do you think he's being followed?

William, of course we could alter the viscosity of the fuel.

Excuse.

I look for a misdiving force.

I look for a misdiving force.

See?

With a horse?

Yes.

My name is Dermot.

Can I help you?

Oh.

Mr. Dermot, at last.

Hofmeister.

Germany.

Doctor Hofmeister from Hamburg?

Yavall Daspini.

Hello.

Good morning.

Welcome.

I'm going to London.

I decide to bring it.

Your St. Katzen.

Over there.

It's one.

So I can see your machine, yeah?

William, the plugs.

Isn't that marvelous?

Doctor Hofmeister is making a flying machine, too.

We have been corresponding ever since you've read one of my articles.

Your children?

No, no, they're friends.

This is William.

Good morning.

And this is Tristina.

Good morning.

Good morning.

And this is Tristina.

Oh, good morning.

I think I gave you a little shock, yeah?

You did look a little strange with your goggles on.

William, I think you were too gone and I see Emma.

And we'll join you later.

Emma.

Not only horses have names, you know.

The madman's toy, my dear.

Oh, your flying machine's called Emma.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

William, that's amazing.

I mean you can actually fly in this.

Well, only 100 yards so far on 6 feet high.

You soon improve on that.

You're not going to fly across the channel like Miss you, Blurio.

Give us a chance. The French are way ahead of us.

To mention the Americas.

Let's soon catch up, you'll see.

It's dangerous, isn't it?

Wasn't there a man killed?

Yes.

You're taking the same risk.

You can get killed fox hunting.

It's a cat hunting!

William?

That's a funny name for a dog.

Short for Icarus.

Shall we fit the new plugs?

It's raw sarty.

Oh, son of a man.

Oh, who you was?

Wasn't he from Greek mythology?

His father made him wings and he flew.

I'm mice, there's shit.

Didn't he drown in the sea?

Because he flew too near the sun.

It's not exactly an encouraging story, is it?

Well, you're not talking about the Sanbaria?

I think we'll give you a new name, Mr. Dhammat.

The father of Icarus.

The genius craftsman.

Daedalus.

Daedalus?

Well, I think that's going to be too far, hmm?

William?

Can we go home now?

Home?

What for?

Well, we've done what we came to do.

You speak to yourself.

Well, you can see why I like it here.

A blind man could see that.

William?

What?

You have to go home on my own.

Please yourself?

This world will become X being

good.

Please!

Who are you?!

Come on, came on.

I'm not surprised!

Well, you could have said...

Anyway, jump in!

She can't throw you at the next fence, you know?

It smells awful!

It's so the horses!

Horses don't smell!

Depends where you're standing!

Ha ha ha ha!

Christina, do you know we're doing 27 miles an hour?

Really?

Almost as fast as a horse!

Whoo!

You're not ready!

What for?

What for?

It's a Lucas's 21st!

He didn't invite me!

Well, I got the invitation, and it's got Anne-partner.

I knew I'd bring you.

Oh!

I'm supposed to read his mind, Andy.

I just assumed.

Oh, you did, did you?

Well, you've still got plenty of time.

I'll wait.

I was hoping someone might press this jacket for me.

Well?

I'm not going to the party.

Number one, I've got nothing to wear.

And number two, I get no pleasure from watching you drink yourself silly.

You aren't yours, press two, I'm saying.

Who's his then?

Mr Russell's.

What's your what, their for?

He says Mr Lucas has asked him around for a drink tonight.

Oh, how on earth?

He can't!

How's he going to get there?

Told it to bring the track around, ma'am.

I'll deal with pleasure, ma'am.

I told you before.

It's Mr Mark to you.

Sorry.

Perhaps you would like to do it, Miss.

William.

William, your father's going to Lucas's.

Well?

Well, is that safe?

No, you could hurt himself.

But if he's made his mind up, there's no stopping him.

Why are you going to drive?

Oh, a complete waste of time.

Anyway, can you imagine him taking any notice of me?

Shouldn't we do something?

What's Mark doing?

He's with him now.

Well, if he can't do anything, nobody can.

You can save your breath.

If I can't go hunting, at least I can talk to the people who do.

But far enough.

You never know.

I might meet a rich widow.

Over 200 yards today we did, Christina.

You're doing the fly.

Yes.

It was damn fine, as Mark would say.

Mr. Dammit must have been pleased.

I'll say.

But I don't think we're going to get much further with that engine.

Why not?

We need more power.

It's sweet, Brian, all right.

Why don't you know?

He came here last week.

He was all right then, wasn't he?

Yes.

But I think you might have just looked.

I've got better things to do with my time.

Here's Jake with the track.

Tell Senator Head and keep us still.

And you took him out of the way.

It's your life, also.

Please, Father.

Did you hear what I said inside again?

Both of you are doing by myself.

Go on inside and shut the door.

Right then.

Go on.

Stay where you are.

Tell them, Dick.

Tell them.

Inside again, both of you.

Don't let them see me, Dick.

Go on, make them do it, Dick.

Let me help you, sir.

Are they both inside?

Yes, sir.

Right.

Get me out of this mess.

Are you the trap, sir?

No, not now.

Inside, onto the couch.

You've got a good lad, Dick.

A good lad.

Walk, walk, walk.

Walk, walk.

Walk, walk.

Walk, walk.

Walk, walk, walk.

Walk, walk, walk.

Talk, talk, talk.

That's beautiful.

275.

225, and that's my last stop.

No?

250.

And that's my last word.

Make it pounds.

Sorry.

Skin is...

What am I doing, man?

Pounds would be a little...

concession.

I'm making no concessions.

That is the price.

Very well, very well.

You drive a very hard bargain.

We'll shake on that.

Good.

I see you settle to them.

He's a good horse, Mark.

I know that.

He's going to win that damn point-to-point for me.

You've bought one.

Are you selling one?

So?

Thought perhaps you might be getting rid of treasure.

Oh, no.

You've got it already.

The bigger puddle.

Sweetbriar.

No, I meant treasure.

I thought you'd have...

Christine as horse.

Sweetbriar.

I'm not much interested in Sweetbriar.

By the way, why didn't you bring Christina?

Oh, she's got a headache.

No.

Central over to the Kennels.

Christina?

No, yes, Silio.

No.

Sweetbriar.

Finish the hunting he is.

Send him over to the Kennels, for you.

I think you're a little bit mixed up tonight, Mark.

Listen.

You take a seat.

And I'll get the motor on.

No.

I'm all right.

We did.

A few weeks back.

Sweetbriar.

He's the one that's mixed up.

Morning, Mr. Mark.

It would seem from the demeanor of my elder son

that he enjoyed himself at the party last night.

It would seem I made the right decision.

Hey.

Nothing.

I just said I'd see what you mean.

Well, let's hear the latest.

You all right this morning?

Of course I am.

Feeling a lot better than you, I bet.

Hmm.

Spoke to Thornton again last night.

Oh, yes, what did he say?

Well, he agreed to let me have gold, willow at last.

Good.

Two-fifty.

Couldn't you beat you down lower than that?

Impossible.

There was no moving him.

Anyways, worth every penny.

What's he like?

Oh, beauty.

I'll just scope deep through big, beautiful shoulders on him.

When are you collecting him?

Later on this morning.

Lovely.

Can't wait.

Neither can I.

He's going to give me a first at that next point to point.

I'm sure he will.

Dan Fool, treasure didn't lift himself for that last touch this year.

I say, another thing I've just remembered.

Dan Queer Thing last night.

Oh.

Well, while I was talking to Thornton, Lucas came over and just to be polite, I said something

about the gilding that we sent over to feed the hounds a few weeks back.

Yes.

Well, of course he was terribly drunk.

But what was queer then?

Well, he was taught, no, I was talking about sweet Briar.

And he just went rambling on about treasure.

Who was drunk?

He was.

Couldn't make him out.

Didn't seem to know anything at all about sweet Briar.

Behind you, he was so bottled he could hardly stand.

Yes.

Strange, though.

Lucas spends plenty of time in the kennels.

He always used to know what was going on.

Do you think his kennelman might be doing a deal on the side?

Could be.

There'll be anything for a five of these lads.

Tell you what, you're going over to Thornton this morning, calling in at Lucas's on the

way back and have a word with the kennelman.

Dang!

authority service of Lewis Street now.

Well, then you 0120 with the money.

OK.

Gosh, my seront becomes equalnow,

I know you where thanks were to be told.

I'd better give you my salary.

I'm not here small and this...

Sick you mean.

Sick now, none of it.

Haven't said where is it?

I just took treasure up the farrier's mares.

Which way would he go?

Right up through Aunt and Fields, I suppose.

Thank you.

Sick!

Sick!

Sick!

Sick!

Sick!

Sick!

Sick!

Sick!

Sick!

Sick they found out.

What?

About Sweet Briar.

Where is you mean?

No, no, not that.

They know he didn't go to the kennels, or at least they will do.

Well...

But they don't know it was us yet.

How do they find out?

Mark talking to Lucas at a party last night.

That's it then.

Dick, where are you going?

The barriers.

They don't know about us.

Maybe we can work something out.

Mark's gone over to talk to the kennel.

Maybe you'll cover for us.

Firstly, it wasn't us.

It was me.

And secondly, the kennelman's not going to risk his job for the price of a drink.

No!

No!

No!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, what have you got there?

Oh, shit!

Good honor, I see, name.

What about Sweet Briar?

Sweet Briar!

Come on, now.

Don't look so innocent.

Don't know what remains, sir.

The gilding we sent over to feed the hounds.

From Flambasha.

The gilding.

Yes.

Last year you've sent over a gilding?

Not last year, just a few weeks back.

Oh, yes, sir.

On the good books, sir, I never seen no gilding.

Honesty shines from your face like a beaker.

We'll soon find out who's telling the truth.

How can you be so sure you'll get the sack?

Tell me there's someone rise tomorrow.

But uncle liked you.

Think of last night.

What about last night?

Well, you were the only one who'd let help him when he fell over.

You don't understand much, do you?

I'm getting tired of being told that.

It's simple.

He didn't want his big, bold, sung mark to see him crying.

Nor any women, either.

But a servant lied.

And that's different.

You know what he said when I carried him in.

No, what?

He said he didn't see that, dick, did you?

And I said, no, sir.

I didn't see anything at all.

Oh.

I'm a servant, miss.

I do what I'm told.

I was told to take sweet Briar to the Kennels.

I didn't.

That's my fault.

I'll tell him.

Oh, no, miss.

It was my fault.

I knew what I was doing.

And another thing, miss.

You're not allowed to like servants.

Go on.

I'm not giving up that easy.

Did you believe him?

I didn't like him.

Never mind that.

Did you believe him?

No.

But I couldn't be sure.

Look, either he received the horse and passed it on to somebody else for the consideration.

Or he's telling the truth, then he never got it at all.

Now, let's suppose he's telling the truth.

Then the trouble's at our end.

Right.

Mary, send Fowler up here.

Oh, Lord, what a mess.

That's putting it mildly.

Well...

What do you mean well?

I'm not a magician.

I can't wave a wand and put it all right again.

But it was our fault.

How do we make them see that?

There's Fowler coming up now.

Well, he doesn't know anything about it, does he?

Not unless Dick mentioned it.

Well, I don't think he'd do that.

So there's still a chance.

What chance?

Well, Fowler will tell the truth.

Dick took the horse to the Kennels.

I don't see that.

They might think it's the Kennelman.

Dick gave him the horse.

And he did a deal on the side.

That would be wonderful, would it?

William, you know it would.

And what if the Kennelman gets the drop instead of Dick?

They went the Kennels.

And you took him, did you?

No, Dick.

Hey, talk my over.

And what if sweet Brian never reached the Kennels?

I don't understand that.

So you mean if Dick took mine?

I'm sure you can't understand this.

Hold your tongue, Mark.

You were good to say, Fowler.

Well, I'll be no.

Dick, he came back with the head collar, Arasai lighter.

There's no proof that he had to...

Mark!

All right, thank you, Fowler. You can go.

Good, pastor.

And send Dick up here, will you?

Well, he's at Farriers, but he'll be back on my own.

As soon as he comes in.

Right, mister.

He's good, I'll bore you, Dick.

Don't think he'd do anything you want.

We don't want your opinions, Fowler.

Dick's your man.

You seem very sure.

Why, bet on it.

Got something against him, have you?

No.

Just that he's cocky.

Dick, cocky.

Not outwardly.

As you can see it, in his eyes.

Mind reader, eh?

I know what's in his mind.

Well, ideas above the head collar.

Well, I know what's in his mind.

Well, I know what's in his mind.

Well, ideas above his station.

Oh?

I've watched him.

I see.

That is game.

Insular pup.

Well, I'll handle Dick.

He needs shock treatment.

Make him think you know everything.

I said I'll handle Dick.

Dick, I'll handle Dick.

Dick, I'll handle Dick.

Dick, I'll handle Dick.

Well, not everyone's like uncle.

Well, Mr. Lucas isn't as rough as father, I'm sure.

He wouldn't give a good kennel when you sack for nothing.

Christine, it's not like that.

I don't say Mr. Lucas is a kindly man, but he follows the same rules.

Rules?

They're medieval, aren't they?

Don't start preaching again.

I'm not preaching.

I didn't make the medieval rules.

I just think that people should earn their positions, not be born into them.

Stupid rules.

Oh, go on.

Tell me I should be.

What's the word you're always using?

Topical.

Radical, I think you mean.

Not easy to be radical about this.

Why not, Mr. Preacher?

We're not going to get the sack, are we?

What's that got to do with it?

We were born into our positions, weren't we?

Well, I've now seen very surprised.

You've been up to.

We're not something working.

Here, let me hold him.

Look, you better get over there double-click.

You've got some answers, ready, boy.

I'm not in your life, Dick.

Mark, how many times do I have to tell you you need this to me?

Now, I don't want to hear your voice again.

No tears, Christina mind.

Now then, Dick, I want to know what happened to Sweetbriar.

I'm waiting, Dick.

Come along, Frank.

Mark!

Did you take Sweetbriar to the kennels?

No, sir.

So where did you take him?

I don't know, sir.

Don't know.

It's my fault.

It's my fault. He did it for me.

Oh, now we're learning something, giving him encouragement, eh?

And I found Sweetbriar a good home.

So you're only two.

Well, now, isn't that interesting?

What a beautiful little plot we're discovering.

I'll deal with you two in a minute.

Dick, you're dismissed. As for now, get out.

That's not fair.

I asked him to do it. It's my fault.

That's enough of you, girl.

My word. I wonder how you made her that past, you know.

And no need to come asking for references. You'll get none.

We're not all like you.

Now then, I'll be missed.

You can't do this.

I can't do this. Who gives the orders round here?

Dick!

There is only one way to deal with dishonest servants.

Dick is not dishonest.

Mark, hand me my cane.

Oh, no. Please, uncle.

I'll show you who gives the orders in this house.

Please, it's my fault!

Father!

William, over the desk.

That's an end to the violence.

I can see I shall have to make plans for you, my lad.

But in myRadio?

Children?

Christina.

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