All language subtitles for The.Crimson.Petal.and.the.White.S01E04.1080p.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 on
Mr. 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.

- [chuckles]

- I'm so curious.

- Who is that lady, Sophie?

Agnes, what have you done?

- Believe that I'm ready.

Get me away.

You're my only hope.

I must have a little girl.

- Yes, of course you will.

- I am not a madwoman.

- Agnes is to be put away.

- But William...

No one is going
to hurt you anymore.

- Is it time?

[blows landing]

- Oh, oh.

- At last, with you.

[birds chirping]

[soft music playing]

♪ ♪

- I have to tell the--

[stammering]

- It's worse
when you excite yourself.

- Police.

I have to tell the police.

Agnes may be in need
of urgent rescue.

- Of course, William.

- 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
Morse Breese?

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

Or perhaps you've forgotten.

- Where was this
convent of health

that she blathered on
to you about?

- 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?

- 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'm not the same,
the next question is,

who in the world am I?

Ah, that's the great puzzle.

- 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.

- 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
that the person

who 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.

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

- Miss?

- Mm-hmm?

- 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.

- The baby's 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 porphyry font.

The firefly wakens;
waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white
peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost,
she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth
all Danae to the stars,

And all thy heart
lies open unto 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.

[birds calling]

- Identification
would 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.

'Eagulls have 'em.

- All right.

[sniffs]

[dramatic music playing]

♪ ♪

This is she.

This is my wife.

- Are you sure, sir?

- [sobbing]
Her beautiful hair.

Cover it up.

- All right, sir.

There.

- 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 to dust are our
only material remains.

Compared to our spiritual
remains, they mean nothing.

- You are a brave,
brave, brave man.

[Sophie speaking indistinctly]

- Oh, 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,

The Rescue Society.

- The Rescue Society?

I confess
I've never heard of it.

- [laughs]

Ah, 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 organization
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?

- Girl was long gone.

No one could say where.

And Mrs. Castaway
herself had died.

[soft music playing]

- Died?

- So the new madam said

before she slammed
the door in my face.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- Oh.

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.

[Sophie speaking indistinctly]

[indistinct chatter]

- Christopher?

[door clicking]

- 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.

- It's not a man, dear.

It's a lady from
The Rescue Society.

[door thuds]

- My name is Sugar.

I used to work here.

- Sugar?

[speaks indistinctly]

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?

[woman crying in distance]

- May I have a word with Amy,

the girl who used to play
the cello?

- Alas, Amy felt
our house had become

too specialized
for her talents.

Took the boy with her.

Quite where escapes me--
so many new houses,

we can hardly keep up.

And truth be told,
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?

- I believe so.

Rooks, Brooks,
something like that.

- Oh.

Won't you 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?

- Filled out so, isn't she?

- Indeed.

- In fact, I wonder, is there
something we should know.

[laughter]

- [retching]

[knocking]

- Miss Sugar,

Mr. Rackham is asking
if you were back.

- Can you sew?

- Sew?

- Yes.

Could you alter
a dress of Agnes's

so that it fit you?

- Uh, no, I don't think so.

Even if I were a seamstress,

Agnes and I were
very different shapes.

- A shame.

I had 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.

[bell ringing]

- Good day, sir.

- Mister.

- 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.

3, 2, 1.

[clicking]

Marvelous.

[birds chirping]

- Hello, Sophie.

- Papa.

- I have something for you.

Well, what do you think?

- William?

What a pleasant surprise!

- Miss Sugar.
See here.

- Oh, Sophie!

- Is it 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

10 years excellent harvest
and no expansion

from your competitors.

- It's--the next century
belongs to Pears and Yardley.

I can feel it in my bones.

I'm 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?

- [laughs]

- I told you
I would do anything for you.

- We should be in bed.

- My thoughts exactly.

- No, seriously,
look at the time.

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- You stupid, stupid girl.

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hello, sir,
you looking for me?

- Sugar?

Is that--is that you?

Oh.

- 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 love 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 mom.

Not in church, just in here.

- Can you pass me
a handkerchief from my bag?

- You've been shopping?

Pennyroyal and brewer's yeast?

- One of the maids.

- Did she try zinc and borax?

- To no avail.

- It's the worst.

Hurtlike hell, the burning.

Poor girl.

- Yes, it does.

- What's this?

- Light a candle for me.

[breathing heavily]

- 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.

- Excuse me, Sophie.

I just need to go outside
for a moment.

[dramatic music playing]

♪ ♪

- Mr. Rackham!

Mr. Rackham!

[shouting indistinctly]

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

- [gasps, sighs]

William, I'm so sorry.

[bell ringing]

- That will be Dr. Curlew.

- For me?

- Do not move from this bed.

I'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.

You 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.

- And 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.

[door closes]

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

[soft music]

♪ ♪

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 that 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.

I think we are in New Zealand.

- Dear Rackers...

- [whispers] 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.

- We've got hold of a variety
of rude working folk,

chimney sweeps, fish sellers,
kitchen maids, costermongers,

so forth, and showed them
engravings of famous paintings

and asked them their opinion.

[laughter]

[drumming sounds]

- Ha!

[laughter]

- William?

- Oh.

- Can you 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 she had
any desire to marry me.

- Come on, Bill.

Do you expect her to get down
on bended knee and propose?

- [laughs]

- She has her pride.

- Sir, what do you fancy?

Mrs. Terrence'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.

- Hmm.

- These have a cheerful air
about them.

- Nice weather we're having.

- You never had
anyone like me, dear.

- Me, neither.

[dog barking]

- In the mouth.

How much?

[grunting, moaning]

- Go on, sir.

- I don't have a sheath on me.

- Went to the doctor's
last week, sir.

Says I'm as clean as a kid.

- Even so.

- I've got a fine silk here,
sir.

Connoisseur's conch.

- [moaning]

- What?

- It's done.

- Bill?

- Are you with us?

- Tiny, tiny.

My name is...
[speaking indistinctly]

Rackers!

- What are you doing in here?

- I'm attending
to your correspondence.

Are you all right?

You're covered--

Where have you been?

Oh, I know, don't I?

I know where you've been.

- It's none of your business!

Just hobble off
back to your room!

I have no further need for you.

Go on!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[gasping]

- Please forgive me.

- What time is it?

- Almost dawn.

Sugar, I am so sorry.

I wasn't myself before.

I collapsed in town,
drunk, complete disgrace.

I'm sober now.

It will never happen again.

- Of course not, William.

- I am determined.

Things are going to be
different.

You'll see.

I would like you and Sophie
to join me tomorrow

at a visit of my soap factory.

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

- There is someone else
I'm meeting there,

someone I'm loathe
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.

[soft music]

[birds chirping]

♪ ♪

- 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, no.

It's 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.

- You've got 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 consumer.

- Miss!
- I'm so sorry.

- This area is dedicated
to the production

of Rackham's honeysuckle.

Relieves itching quite
miraculously, I'm told.

Here.

- William, this is so amusing.

- Do you really think so?

And these stairs lead
to the blue room,

which houses production
of Rackham's Pure Essence,

our signature scent.

And the factory was
originally built to be

a sewer works, which is ironic.

Ah, this here is one
of our new developments,

Jeunesse Eternelle.

The orange color
comes from carrots.

- Miss?

I need to go piddle.

- Mr. Rackham?

Is there on the premises
a room with--

with washing facilities?

- Someone will show you.

- Here, ma'am.

- Ah.

[inhales sharply]

[crying]

[sobbing]

[sloshing]

[banging]

- [gasps]

- [sobbing]

Please, please help me.

- I'll get someone.

- No, no!

You have to help me.

Thank you. Thank you.

Let's go.

Arms in.

Get ready for bed.

- I don't mind, miss.

I'm tired.

- I'm very grateful to you,
Sophie.

You rescued me.

- I'm frightened, Miss Sugar.

Please don't die.

[crying]

- Oh.

I won't die.

I promise.

It's all right, little one.

Don't you worry
about anything.

You just trust me.

[sighs]

[bell rings]

- Forgive the late hour.

I was visiting
a neighbor 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.

- [gasps] William--

- Your wages are enclosed.

Please be prepared to leave...

- William, perhaps
you misunderstand.

- On the first of March.

Further discussion is
out of the question.

Do not intend to come
and see me again.

Thank you.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- 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 assisting you

and sparing you inconvenience.

[knocking]

- Excuse me, Miss Sugar.

Mr. Rackham has asked if Miss
Sophie might be brought down.

- We'll just tidy
ourselves up a bit.

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

- I see.

Would you wait outside
a moment?

- Of course, miss.

- Come on, Sophie.

Come.

I think your father has
some news for you.

Most probably he's 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?

And then everything's
going to be all right.

- [crying]
He's sending you away.

- What 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.
- Indeed.

- [speaking indistinctly]
I have no time.

[speaking indistinctly]

Hello, Sophie.

I'd 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.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[rattling]

- Miss Sugar!

- I thought we might go
for an adventure

outside today, Sophie.

It's getting so stuffy in here.

- Yes, miss.

- Don't forget your muffler.

- Yes.

- What about your spyglass?

- Goodness, miss.

We are taking a lot
of stories with us.

- We're 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.

Going far with them?

- You're impertinent, Cheesman.

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

- Your return?

That'd be soon, then?

- I shall speak to you
in private.

Sophie?
- Yes, miss?

- I shall be back in a minute.

- Yes, miss.

[birds chirping]

- 10 pounds, Cheesman.

- Aren't we grand?

- A all 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 recognize

except her hair.

Those long, blonde locks

full of weed and dirty water.

You see, money is all
well and good, miss.

What I'd like is something
a little more personal.

[Sophie speaking indistinctly]

I want a taste
of what he's had.

Oh!

[thudding]

Hey.

- Where are we going, miss?

- Somewhere nice.

[hooves clopping]

- Should I carry
your 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.

♪ ♪

- Where are we going now, miss?

- Somewhere very nice, dear.

I promise.

How smug you are, reader.

If you were 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. Castaway!

- She's long dead.

- It's Sugar I'm after.

It is imperative
that I find her.

I will 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. 40 acres.

We are honored.

- You.

- Looking for me, sir?

- No.

I'm looking for Sugar.

She's stolen my daughter.

- Stolen?

- Please.

I've lost everything.

- Did you know that
of every 10 persons

drowned in England and Wales,
six will be children?

- You've got her.

- Hey!

Seven pounds, sir.

- Watch your step, sir.

Some of them stairs is--

- Ah!

[indistinct shouting,
screaming]

- 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.

[dramatic music playing]

- America tomorrow.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music playing]

♪ ♪