All language subtitles for The.Crimson.Petal.and.the.White.S01E02.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-BurCyg_track3_[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.

- I am going to get well,
even if it kills me.

- Kindred spirits
like yourself

are difficult to find.

- Exclusive patronage
of Sugar by me.

- I'm willing.

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

- I am not a madwoman.

- I expect a full
collapse very shortly.

- My God, William
Rackham, you'll keep

me better than you do now.

- I hate her.

Go off.

- He sleeps so
sweetly, like a child

imagining that he is safe.

But I have my dreams, also.

Dreams of revenge against the
men who took my innocence.

[skin sizzling]

[gasping]

- Honey, it's been years
since I slept beside a woman

all night.

I must get up.

I have to look in at home.

- You have so many
responsibilities.

- Did you make those changes
we discussed, the letter?

Damn jute merchants, can't
afford to fall out with them.

- It's all done.

- What is that terrible smell?

My nose is very
sensitive at the moment.

If it can distinguish between
lavandula delphinensis

and lavandula leptolia then
it can certainly detect

dogs, miss.

- William I'm sorry.

St. Charles is filthy.

I do wish there was
somewhere else we could meet.

I hate dragging you
to this plague pit.

You know, I
sometimes think it be

a miracle if I'm not
carried off by the cholera

by the time I'm 25.

- Don't say that.

Really, one forms

the slightest
attachment to a woman,

and then--

letter.

[woman screaming]

- William, forgive me.
I was joking.

- Well, I wish you wouldn't.

[birds chirping]

- Goodness, Mrs. Rackham,
you have been busy.

- Do you know what
this is, Clara?

- Invitations?

- It's forgiveness.

Society opening its doors.

I am to be included
in this season.

Even Lady Bridgelow see,
and Mrs. Amphlett have

invited me to tea next week.

A great change is
in the air, Clara.

Everything's going
to be all right.

[serene music]

- Mrs. Fox, I hope I do
not inconvenience you.

- Not in the least.

Forgive all this.

I've become the Rescue
Society's unofficial warehouse.

[coughing]

Excuse me.

This is why you did not
see me at church today.

- Forgive me,
where is your maid?

- I let her go home
on the weekends

to care for her grandfather.

- So we are alone in the house.

Is that quite decent?

- I'm afraid I find cocoa
terrifically stimulating.

We are so easily seduced.

- Are we?

- Just last week, I
was on my way home

from visiting a particularly
wretched family.

I was tired, discouraged,
and I didn't want to walk.

Before I knew what
I was doing, I

was in the underground railway
speeding through the earth,

mindless of anything
except my own pleasure,

and all at the
cost of six pence.

- Goodness.

- I enjoyed it so
much I missed my stop.

This is how the world
will end, Henry.

The Antichrist is
our own desires.

[woman yelling]

- You are the early bird.

- I have some errands to run.

- Well, you've
time on your hands.

Haven't seen much of Mr.
Hunt lately, have we?

What is it, a week now?

- Mr. Hunt is a busy man.

- So it seems.

Although, with what,
exactly, I'm never certain.

- Well, you can ask
him next time he comes.

- Just as long as you parted
from him on good terms.

- As always.

- But what do we care?

I know you're much
missed at the fireside.

Do you remember
the game we used

to play when you were a baby?

On the coldest winter nights,
I'd creep into your room

while you were sleeping all
cuddled up in your blanket.

And I'd pull it off.

Do you remember?

I'd pull it off.

And I'd say, that's
what God does.

That's what God does.

[eerie music]

- The dagger tip
touched tender flesh.

And, yet, I hesitated.

Was not this man worse
than all the rest?

Had he not abused
my trust and cast

me back into the pit of filth?

Yet, I could not
thrust it home.

[screaming]

I put away my trusty blade.

Fetched poison and
the softest cloth.

[screaming]

Sweet dreams, my love.

- Mrs. Rackham,
what is your secret?

- My secret?

- Some new spa, perhaps.

You're looking
most terribly well.

- Oh, no, no, no,
Mrs. Amphlett.

Well, I was just
thinking that you

look quite remarkably different
from the last time I saw you.

You're so thin.

I hardly recognized you.

- You are very kind.

- Not at all.

I'm envious.

- I swear by a strict but
simple regime of water

and green beans,
and if I'm feeling

dizzy, a mouthful
of oxtail soup.

But the soup must be
very well strained.

- Oh, I shall remember.

No, I shall write this down.

- I should caution you that,
at first, you may experience

debilitating headaches.

- I'm already a
martyr to headache.

As we speak, I'm prey
to a terrible throbbing.

- But there is no need for
you to suffer as you do.

Here, look, on bad days, I take
a couple of these with a dose

of Godfrey's cordial.

Ask your pharmacist.

Your doctor would give
you a lecture on them.

But, trust me, you will
hardly know yourself.

[eerie music]

- Well, this is pleasant,
A meal together.

You suggested we
have a meal together.

- Yes, I did.

- Bon appetit.

What is it, dear?

- Was it green beans?

- No, you were just smiling.

- Well, William, the fact
is I have a guardian angel.

- Are you referring to Clara?

- No, a real guardian angel.

She watches over us.

I feel her about
me all the time.

I think she's from the
Convent of Health, the place

I go when I'm asleep.

- I wasn't aware that
you were going anywhere,

dear, while you were sleeping.

- The nuns there
are really angels.

I've suspected that
for a long time.

But what a relief
to have proof.

- Proof?

- Yeah, I waved to her,
and she waved back.

- Hmm.

- You're not hungry?

[doorbell ringing]

- He's here.

- Well, go on, send him up.

- He wants you to come down.

He's talking to Castaway.

- Oh, Sugar,

I'm afraid to say, Mr. Hunt

has had enough of our house.

- I'm sorry to hear
that, Mr. Hunt.

- It seems Mr. Hunt has
other plans for you.

- I've missed your company.

- It's been difficult
getting away.

Agnes is seeing things.

- Seeing things?

- Angels in the street.

[suspenseful music]

- Who else is here?

What is this?

- This is yours and mine.

I couldn't bear the thought of
you living in that filthy part

of town any longer.

The bank will send
you an allowance.

First payment is here.

You will be independent.

Say something.

- Oh, dear God.

[serene music]

- Will you miss
your looking glass?

- Why do I need
to look at myself

when I have you to look at me?

- I've instructed Mrs. Castaway
that nothing in your room

be touched until you remove it.

- Does she seem
sorry to see me go?

- Not in the least.

The old trout knows a good
deal when she sees one.

But you need not worry
about her anymore or anyone

from your past.

You have a new
life here with me.

- Taking all your books, I see.

Don't forget your bowl.

Good bowl, that.

- I won't need it.

There's a bath
at the new place.

- Who will take
care of your sheets?

- I will, I suppose.

- That's me out of a job, then.

- You know, I was
thinking, Christopher,

that I could come
back sometimes,

and you and I could
read together.

I will come back for you.

- You're leaving us, then,
after all these years?

Lord knows I tried hard
enough to be rid of you once.

No brew so toxic I didn't
inflict it upon myself.

No bath so scalding I
didn't immerse myself in it.

You were indestructible.

- Let's hope I remain so.

- 19 years since we embarked
on this life together.

- Six since you
tiptoed to my room

and told me there was a
gentleman come to keep me warm.

Well, Mother, I--

- Of course, dear.

Nothing to hold you here.

Onward and upward
with Mr. Hunt.

[serene music]

[breathing heavily]

[moaning]

- I'm afraid I won't
see you for a while.

I'm in Dundee until Thursday.

And then I have Bodley
and Ashwell on the Friday.

I will get away from
them as early as I can.

You'll be here?

- Where else?

- Believe it or not, Agnes
is also out that night.

Lady Bridgelow is taking her
to the Royal Albert Hall.

- Goodness, that's
a step forward.

- Yeah, too big a
step, she thought.

But I persuaded her.

The new Verdi.

Thank goodness for Cheesman.

At least I know she'll get
there and back in one piece.

I've told you of
this new coachman?

- I checked his
references for you.

- Of course you did.

She has been marvelous,
really, considering

how she has suffered.

- Well, perhaps Agnes is
stronger than you imagine.

- I mean Lady Bridgelow.

She knows better than most
the cruelty

of petty social stigma.

- Don't underestimate
your own allure, William.

- She is a modern
aristocrat, not afraid

to associate herself
with those who have

dealings with people in trade.

I admire her for that.

Do you have enough money?

- Plenty.

- Make sure you eat properly.

Go to the work and
order the brie.

[sighs]

- But I am a
respectable family man,

he cried, as I cut
through his shirt

with my razor-sharp shears.

[ominous music]

[woman screaming]

- Spare a coin?

Miss, spare a coin?

[woman yelling]

- I just came to
pick up my powders.

I thought I'd call in.

- That's nice.

Can't get your powders
in Marylebone, then?

- Well, I dare say
I could, but I don't

know where or who to ask.

- Got no friends up there, huh?

- Not that kind.

- He's fancy, then, is he?

Clothes don't mean
nothing, Sugar.

Might beat you with
a poker or make

you lick his shoes for that.

- No, he's not like that.

- Well, what mighty good luck.

Are you, you know, fond of him?

- Well, I'm used to him.

And when he's away, like now--

- Do you miss him?

- I don't miss him.

I miss the world
that comes with him.

I'm involved
with his business.

It's oddly satisfying.

- Do you still got
time for your book?

- Not as much as I'd hoped.

- Perhaps got less
to avenge now.

- No, I don't think that.

Not at all.

- No harm in
getting soft, Sugar.

We all would given
half a chance.

[chuckling]

- Oh, Rackers, Back up.

- You look as though
you'd rather be tucked up.

- I got back from Dundee
at 4:00 this morning.

- Flattery will soon put
the wind in your sails.

We have plans to
revive you later.

Don't worry.

- I called on Mrs.
Castaway this morning.

- Some lucky gent has taken the
legendary Sugar off the market

before we'd had the
benefit of her charms.

- If you find out
who's got her,

you tell him we're
going to have a bash.

Anyway, we thought a trip
to the twins in Drury Lane.

- Ah, previous engagement.

- You are dull, Bill.

- But happy.

- He's lost his mind.

- You haven't been drinking
the lavender water?

[laughing]

- Not everyone can wear white.

- No, indeed, Mrs. Rackham.

- You have to be very thin.

- Do you think she ever eats?

- Shall we?

[orchestral music]

[sighing]

[applause]

[chatter]

- Your opinion, Agnes?

- I have no opinion.

I'd really like some air.

- Oh, goodness,
you do look peaked.

- Lady Bridgelow, your concern
for me is false and poisonous.

You are fat, and your
chin has hairs on it.

[retching]

[women shrieking]

[melancholy music]

- Agnes?

Agnes?

- You must not look
me in the face.

You're not supposed to see me.

I'm going to help you.

But you must not
look at my face.

- William says you are
a trick of imagination.

[crying]

Oh, I am filthy.

I'm covered in filth.

- Stand up.

Stand up.

Wrap this around you.

- You smell familiar.

- Now, listen, I need you to
walk out of here and turn left.

I'll be watching you, Agnes.

But this must be our secret.

Do you understand?

Otherwise, I could
get into trouble.

- Can angels get into trouble?

- Creatures like
us are not supposed

to interfere in your world.

I'm watching you, remember.

Go on.

Keep moving.

[melancholy music]

- I do wonder where you can
be at this time of night.

- Clara.

- It's me William.

- Where's Clara?

- Just outside.

Don't worry.

How do you feel now, dear?

- Like a lost bonnet
floating on a dark river.

- You are so very
understanding.

- No, I pity her.

We who have
uninterrupted health

must be thankful for our good
fortune, something my dear

Albert always urged me
to be thankful for it

when he was alive.

- My dear Lady Bridgelow.

- I should not complain.

I have my son in
whom Albert lives on.

The resemblance is very strong.

I don't doubt it'll be the same
for you when you have a son.

- I dare say it will.

- You're visiting my sister?

- Yes.

I trust she's well.

- Of course she's not well.

Use your sense, man.

Don't stay too long
and tire her out.

- You are, perhaps,
a little pale.

- Appearances mean so little.

My dear Bertie appeared to be
in the pink of health

always yet.

But he is gone.

I remain.

[coughing]

I am so anxious
to be well, Henry.

With no children to
look after, I've saved

all my juices for the cause.

- I know the cause is grateful.

- I sit here tormented,
knowing each day

that passes, one
more woman sinks

into a life of unbridled vice.

- Mrs. Fox, I want you
to know that I have,

myself, begun to
work in St. Giles.

- You, Henry?

- So you must rest
easy in the knowledge

that a presence is maintained.

- Oh, I knew that
you felt as I do.

- I do.

- Hello, sir.

Want a nice girl?

Not expensive.

- I wish only to talk with you.

- Very good.

Come into my house.

- No, no, I mean what I say.

A shilling just to talk.

- What are you
writing it down for?

- I'm temporarily taking
over the work of a dear

friend in the Rescue Society.

I intend to report
back in every detail.

- Oh, nice.

Well, you paid your shilling.

Don't be shy.

- When, if you don't
mind, Caroline,

did you lose your virtue?

- At 16 to me husband.

- Your husband?

Well, then you did
not lose your virtue.

So you must have left him
then or been cast out?

- He died, sir.

And me little boy
followed close behind.

- I'm deeply sorry.

So that is when you fell
into this way of being?

- I didn't fall.

I was pushed.

I owed the doctor for
the child's medicine.

He arranged my start
in the profession.

- The doctor?

I see.

Well, forgive me, I know a
man who runs a great concern.

I could arrange
employment for you.

- I have employment.

- Employment by which you
would not risk damnation.

- I have employment.

You want me to break my
health at a dirty factory

for two shillings
a week to help

your friend make his fortune?

Now the shilling's
long since up.

- Caroline, do you
believe you have a soul?

- Anything you got, I got, too.

- And don't you fear for it?

- You know, I fear nothing
much because I've loved,

and I've been loved.

Ain't that what a soul's about?

- Brother.

- Oh, I need to talk
to you, William.

- I've only just
returned from Birmingham.

And I have an
important appointment

I need to make in Marylebone.

- It is a confession of sorts.

- Sit down, Henry.

[serene music]

[door knocking]

- Ma'am.

- He dresses it up as
spiritual poppycock, of course.

But the fact is
that Henry's on heat

and too priggish to admit it.

[laughing]

- So how did you advise him?

- I simply told him that the
feelings he had for Mrs. Fox

bared all the hallmarks
of infatuation,

and they would simply
run their course.

What enthralls us today may
simply have no hold tomorrow.

- Indeed.

Poor William, the whole world
runs to you with its troubles.

- All except you.

- What troubles have I?

I am the luckiest woman alive.

- Oh, I wish I could
just fall asleep here.

- Well, do, then.

- I have to be up
early tomorrow.

I have to go to the
lavender fields.

- The lavender fields?

- Mm-hmm.

- Where the lavender
actually grows?

[chuckling]

Won't you take me?

- Oh, I'd love
nothing more, but--

- I understand.

- It's a shame you don't
have a chaperone, some kindly

old gent who had a veneer of
respectability to the exercise.

- I need to pee.

- Pretend you're at home.

Do it in your pants.

- So kind-hearted.

- Six shillings and
whisky, remember.

Enjoy the sunshine.

- They claim they've been
pruning these bushes for weeks.

Yesterday afternoon, more like.

- It really is magnificent.

Bigger than I'd ever imagined.

- Ha, what a bonfire
this would make, eh?

- Actually, we do burn all the
plants in their fifth autumn.

The blaze is fragrant enough to
cause all of Mitcham to swoon.

Ah, I've been looking for you.

- I give it six months,
you'll be out on your arse.

- You don't know what
you're talking about.

- Oh, don't let anything
dirty pass your lips.

- It is breathtaking.

- If only I had a
son to leave it to.

- Dear William.

- It suits you, the fresh air.

[serene music]

- Bleeding again underneath.

I am certain it's
caused by eating.

If I don't eat, I don't bleed.

But then I get faint,
and they summon Curlew.

Where is my angel?

I have not
seen her in so long.

Perhaps, I have
not deserved her.

- Some stains you
never get out.

- Thank you.

You may sit up.

I'm afraid all is
not as it should be.

Your womb has moved.

It's much higher than where
it ought to be, which is--

Mrs. Rackham, are you looking
at anything in particular?

- I'm looking for
something, Dr. Curlew.

- What?

- A sign.

- I suggested Agnes take more
interest in the household.

Next thing I know, she's
actually scrubbing.

Curlew is adamant
she must be secured.

- No, surely Agnes would
never survive an asylum.

- I've told him that exactly.

Awful thing is,
one day she's as

normal as you or I,
and the next,

she's waving at angels.

- How long has
Agnes been this way?

- If I'm honest, her madness
has blossomed since the child.

- Agnes lost a child?

- No, we have a child.

- You have?

- Yes, a daughter,
unfortunately.

Sophie.

- Sophie.

- See very little of
her, the odd glimpse

as she's being swept off
to church by her nurse.

Oh, another looming disaster.

Miss Cleave claims that
Sophie needs a governess.

As if a child of eight needs
schooling, a girl, too.

Trying to bounce another
shilling out of me a week,

I don't doubt.

I wish for all the world
I could live with you.

[sighing]

- Rejoice, Christ exhorts us.

And be exceeding glad

for great
is your reward in heaven.

So persecuted, they,

the prophets
which were before you.

Ye are the salt of the earth.

If the salt hath
lost its savor,

wherewith shall it be salted?

[melancholy music]

- Sophie, pay attention.

[door knocking]

- Hi, Dr. Curlew.

- Henry.

- I received a message
from Mrs. Fox today.

- Indeed.

- I gather she's to be sent
away to the coast to recover.

- She's going to Folkestone.

Yes, that much is true.

- You have any idea how
long she'll be there?

- I imagine, given my
experience of the disease,

not long at all.

A couple of months at most.

- She'll be gone so long.

Well, I shall strive
to find ways to pass

the time until she's back.

- Dear God, what is the matter
with the men in your family?

Do you understand nothing?

My sister is dying
of consumption.

She'll never come back.

- Henry, I hoped it was you.

But what kept you?

- Nothing kept me.

- Time passes so slowly for
me when I'm waiting for you.

- Mrs. Fox, I am not worthy.

- Oh, yes you are.

- No!

My feelings for you
leave me in no doubt I am

not cut out to be a clergyman.

- Henry, stop.

- I rage to see you
punished in this way.

- God is bigger than
one woman's illness.

And you would make
the kindest, sincerest,

handsomest--

- Forgive me.

[dishes clattering]

- Are you quite sure you won't
join us this evening, Agnes?

I know how fond
you are of Henry.

- Dr. Curlew has advised
against socializing.

- I think he also
said it might be

better not to spend
so much time sitting

at the window, dearest.

- You don't believe
in angels, do you?

- No, I don't.

- You don't believe in anything
except William Rackham.

- She's dying, Bill.

- No, she's absurdly highly
strung and on new medication.

- Mrs. Fox is dying.

Her brother says
there's no hope.

- Oh.

- She stares into my soul.

Bill, those imploring eyes.

- You two had grown
surprisingly close.

- Her breast heaves.

She pants and
clutches at my hand.

- How lucky she is to have
you to comfort her, Henry.

- As if-- as if she wants
something more from me.

- It's not surprising.

- I ask myself over and
over and over what is it

she thinks I can give her.

- Are you serious?

- I pray for guidance
night and day.

- For pity's sake,
Henry, she wants you

to give her a good seeing to.

She wants you to give her
a good fucking, Henry.

- What sort of a creature--

I can't stay in this house.

- Stop tormenting her, Henry.

If she really is dying, just
let her feel pleasure at

least once!

[ominous music]

[snoring]

[gasping]

- William, what is it?

- I've asked Cheesman
to come at dawn.

We will leave for the
lavender fields straight away.

- What about--

- What do I care
what people think?

It's my damn lavender field!

It's my damn business!

I'm sick of being judged by
fools who have no idea how

the world works, who have the
luxury of a clear conscience

because I pay for it on
a dirty, daily basis!

[books crashing]

[melancholy music]

- Mrs. Fox,

you look so well.

- Of course, Henry.

I'm in heaven.

I can't wait for
you to join me.

- I want to join you.

I want to, but
we're not married.

- There's no marriage
in heaven, Henry.

Mark 12:25.

- Mrs. Fox.

[stirring music]

[birds chirping]

- If only I could
live with you.

You are such a help to me.

- I wish I could help you more.

- It's not only
Henry and Agnes.

The entire household
is out of control.

Agnes' maid treats me
with open contempt.

Miss Cleave has
finally had a notice.

So now I have to
find a new governess.

- Are you serious
about living with me?

- Of course I am.

But it's impossible.

- Could I not, in fact, live
with you as your new governess?

- Rackham!

- You're not serious.

- I'm sorry--

- Rackham!

- --I only thought--

- Mr. Rackham,

here, you're wanted, sir.

Rackham, it's your brother.

[soft dramatic music]

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