All language subtitles for Daniel Deronda (2002) - Part 3

Lush: I know
she’s got no money.

Pity.

Ah, there you are.

Excuse me.

No. Wait.

Come in.

There is some business

about property
to be settled.

I’ve told Lush to come
and explain it to you.

I take it
you don’t mind.

You know very well
that I do mind.

Some business
must be done.

If I employ Lush,

you will take it
as a matter of course,

not make a fuss,

not toss your head
and bite your lips.

Do you understand me?

Good.

I’m going out now.

I shall come back
in time to go riding...

if you care to get ready.

(Lush sighs)

I -

Shall we sit down?

This paper
contains some information

about Mr. Grandcourt’s will.

Say
what you have to say.

I have to remind you
of something which occurred

before your engagement
to Mr. Grandcourt.

(Lush sighs)

You met a lady on the day
of the archery picnic,

if you remember.

Mr. Grandcourt
thinks it only right

that his intentions
with regard to that lady

should be made
quite clear to you.

Perhaps I should illuminate
the material point for you.

In the case
of there being no son

as issue of your marriage
with Mr. Grandcourt...

the little boy
you saw in Cardell Chase...

his name is Henleigh...

will be
Mr. Grandcourt’s heir.

Is that all?

You may tell Mr. Grandcourt
that his arrangements...

are just as
I would have wished.

It’s this way.

Ahh. Out of me way.

(men laughing)

We must have
our own country

after centuries
of persecution.

We are a people.

We must have
our own land again,

or we are nothing.

But the feeling
of nationality is dying.

Nations
have revived,

and we may
even live to see

a great outburst of force
in the Arabs,

who are being inspired
by a new zeal.

We all dream
of the Promised Land,

but we live here now,
Mordecai.

Who would go with you?

Hmm? Only a handful?

One handful
is a village.

Two handfuls
is a town;

three, a city.

We have to
start somewhere.

But - may I speak?

Of course, sir.

We are all equal here.

I was going to say,

isn’t the way forward
through assimilation?

Well said, sir. There speaks
a liberal Englishman.

What kind of Jew has
no pride in his own people?

Steady on, Mordecai.

We are only saying
we shouldn’t expect

too much too soon.

Our tragedy is
we have no expectations.

Don’t you see that when we
pretend to be what we are not,

we lose a bit of our souls?

We have to take pride
in who we are!

If all our scattered people
could come together,

we could become a nation,

with a voice among
the nations of the world!

And it will come,
be sure of that!

(coughing violently)

(passing train rumbles)

(indistinct conversations
outside)

You think
I’m just a dreamer.

I don’t know enough to say.

Is there anyone
who shares your ideas?

A few.

Small groups in Europe -
even in England.

Even some who have
thrown up everything

and gone off to build
little settlements in Israel.

Our people will never be able
to fulfill our destiny

until we have
a land of our own,

and for that we need leaders.

I dreamt of becoming
one of those leaders, Daniel.

I was on the point
of setting off for the east

that fateful day in Trieste.

I was about to embark.

The ship was at the quay.

And then the man came.

“Ezra, here’s a letter
for you from England.”

Ezra?
Your name is Ezra?

Yes, yes.
That was my given name.

It was from my mother,

with the news that she had
been robbed of her little one.

My little sister, Daniel.

Her father
had taken her away,

and she didn’t know where.

Of course
I had to turn back...

and give up my dreams

to comfort my poor mother.

And that was the beginning
of this slow death.

We were destitute.

That man had left us
with his debts.

Everything
had been seized.

I worked two jobs,
three,

and made myself into
this skeleton that you see.

But worst for both of us

was not knowing
what had happened to Mirah,

fearing that she had been
reared in evil.

Mirah!

Did you say mirah?

Yes, that was her name.

I prayed for her
the night our mother died.

And you have never heard
of your sister since then?

No.

Never.

(distant bells toll)

Mirah.

No, no.

Don’t feel
you must do that.

I’m intruding
on your privacy.

No, please.

Stay.

You were praying.

Yes.

Don’t you?

No.

Very rarely,
I’m afraid.

I’m sure some people
can live without faith.

I used to think that.

Now I’m not so sure.

I envy you that.

You envy me?

Mirah...

I have some news for you.

Gwendolen:
“Dear Mr. Deronda,

“Please come and see me
on Wednesday

“between 5:00 and 6:00.

“I would be most grateful.

Gwendolen Grandcourt.”

Daniel?

You’re not going out?

I was. What is it?

Come up here.

I have something
to say to you.

Come and sit down.

I have had word
from your mother, dear.

After all these years,

she has decided at last
that she wishes to see you.

Woman:
“To my son, Daniel Deronda,

“My good friend Sir Hugo

“will have told you
that I wish to see you.

“Please come
to the Hotel d’Inghilterra

“in Genoa
and wait for me there.

“I will join you
as soon as I can.

Contessa Maria Alcharisi.”

My mother is a contessa?

That, and much more.

I always thought
she must have been very poor.

Why did she give me up?

She will tell you,
dear.

It should come from her.

And...

My father?

Are you my father?

No.

Perhaps I was wrong, Dan,
to undertake what I did,

but it was all
she would let me do for her.

She was the love of my life,
you see.

The love of your life...

isn’t always
the one you marry.

I would have done
anything for her.

Anything.

You understand me?

Perhaps I liked it
a little too well,

having you to myself.

(chuckles)

But if I’ve caused you

any pain which
could have been avoided...

I hope you will forgive me.

No.

You have never
caused me any pain.

You have been
the best of fathers to me.

And you have been
the best of sons.

(clock chimes)

Are you not going
to the club this afternoon?

(sighs)

It’s a bore.

(mirthless chuckle)

(cigar lighter clicks)

(click)

(click)

But I suppose
I may as well.

I shan’t be more than
a couple of hours.

(bell chimes)

(door opens)

(footsteps approach)

Mr. Deronda,
madam.

It is so good of you to come
without asking why.

And now you’re here,
I don’t know where to start.

You think I am ignorant,

and I am.

So what could I do
but appeal to you?

I’m only sorry I can be
of so little use to you.

Don’t say that.
you are the only -

I wanted to tell you

I have been trying
to be a better person...

to be less selfish.

But I can’t change anything.

I hate almost everybody.

I hate myself.

If you knew
what my life was like with him.

Do I seem
thoroughly corrupted to you?

Perhaps if he understood
how unhappy you are...

Of course he knows
I’m unhappy.

He takes pleasure in it.

You deserve better than that.

Do I?

Some people would say I’d got
exactly what I deserve.

You should
never think that.

Then what can I do?

I think of leaving him,
but if I did that,

I would be alone,
without friends.

No. Your true friends
would not desert you.

But I know what it’s like...

the life of a woman
who has left her husband.

I don’t think
I would be strong enough

unless there was someone...

do you understand?

You must.

If you feel you don’t want
anything more to do with me,

then please say so
and put me out of my misery.

Will you stand by me?

Help me.

Of course I will.

(kisses his hand)

We can’t talk much longer.

Will you come back tomorrow?

I - I can’t.

I’m leaving for Genoa
almost at once.

My mother has sent for me.

Your mother?

When you return then?

(footsteps approaching)

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

You’re a fool,
Gwendolen,

if you expect anything
from that quarter.

He’s not for you.

We’re two of a kind,
you and I.

I thought you would have
learned that by now.

I’ve decided to take
a little holiday.

The yachts at Marseille
are ready to sail.

I think I’d better

get you away from London
for a bit, eh?

But what about our party
on the fourth?

You’ll cancel it,
of course.

I’ll have no argument
about this, Gwendolen.

(sobs)

Gwendolen.

Very well.

Good.

That’s settled.

We shall leave tomorrow.

Man: Hello, sir.

The contessa:
“To my son, Daniel Deronda,

“My good friend Sir Hugo

“will have told you
that I wish to see you.

“Please come
to the Hotel d’Inghilterra

“in Genoa
and wait for me there.

I will join you
as soon as I can.”

Signor Deronda.

The contessa:
“I am ready to receive you.

Contessa Maria Alcharisi.”

Well...

you are
a beautiful creature.

I thought you would be.

Come here.

Yes.

I am your mother.

But of course you can
have no love for me.

I have thought of you
more than anyone in the world.

I’m not
as you thought I would be...

am I?

No.

I used to think
you might be suffering.

I used to wish
I could be a comfort to you.

I am suffering.

But not at this moment.

And I didn’t send for you
to comfort me.

Come. Sit down.

Now...

I’m not
foolish enough to imagine

that you could love a mother
who gave you away,

but I chose
something better for you

than being with me.

I didn’t deprive you
of anything worth having.

Your love.

Wasn’t that worth having?

No.

I didn’t have
much love to give you.

I didn’t want
to be hampered with...

other lives.

I was a singer,
a great singer -

an artist,
do you understand?

I didn’t want a child.

I was forced
into marrying your father,

forced
by my father’s wishes

and commands.

But it turned out to be

the best way
of getting some freedom.

I could rule my husband,

but I couldn’t rule
my father, you see.

And I had a right to be free.

I had a right to live
the life that was in me.

We all have that right.

And the bondage
I hated most.

I wanted to keep you from it
if I could.

What better could

the most loving mother
have done?

I released you
from the bondage

of having been born a Jew.

Then I am a Jew?

My father was a Jew?

And you are a Jewess?

Yes.

I’m glad of it.

W-why do you say
that you’re glad?

You are an English gentleman.
I secured you that.

How could you decide
my birthright for me?

I chose for you

what I would have
chosen for myself.

How could I know
that you would love

what I hated?

Oh, forgive me.
You’re not well.

It will pass.

Mother.

Take comfort.

Isn’t it possible I could be
near you often and comfort you?

No. Not possible.

I’m tired now.

Will you come to me
again tomorrow?

If you don’t

hate me too much.

(church bells tolling)

(man speaking Italian)

(woman speaking Italian)

I suppose
this is all your doing.

I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

This is why you wanted
to put in at Genoa.

You knew
Deronda would be here.

And what if I did?

(man speaks Italian)

I thought we might do
a bit of small boat sailing

for a couple of days,

something I can manage alone
with you at the tiller.

It’ll pass the time.

I’d rather not,
if you don’t mind.

Gwendolen.

Let us
understand each other.

I know very well
what all this nonsense means.

What nonsense?

I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

If you suppose I’m going to
let you make a fool of me,

just dismiss that notion
from your mind.

Let’s go, then.

Oh, the reasons
for one’s actions.

Every woman’s
supposed to be the same,

or be a monster.

But I

never felt quite
what I was supposed to feel.

But to give up your own child,

to renounce your own family...

You couldn’t.
You’re not a woman.

You could never imagine
what it is

to have a man’s
force of genius in you

and suffer the slavery
of being a girl.

This is
all you’re wanted for -

a daughter, a wife,
a mother,

something for the man.

(breathing heavily)

Your father was different -

all lovingness and affection.

He died
when you were very young.

I was just coming into
the height of my fame then.

The name Maria Alcharisi
was spoken everywhere -

Europe, America.

When your father died,

I resolved I would have
no more ties except

ties I could easily
free myself from.

Naturally, I was
sought after by many men.

Sir Hugo was one of those
who wished to marry me.

He was madly
in love with me.

One day I asked him,

“Is there a man in the world

“capable of doing something
for love of me,

and expecting nothing
in return?”

He said, “What is it
you want done?”

I said, “Take my boy

“and bring him up
as an Englishman,

and let him never know
anything about his parents.”

You were 2 years old,

and you were
sitting on his foot.

He adored you, of course.

So...

that is what I did.

I’m not ashamed
that I did it.

It was
the better for you.

Was it?

Was it truly?

Then why have you
undone the secrecy now?

I think
it is this illness,

and thinking
about what is to come.

What do I know of life...

and death?

And what my father called
“right”

may be laying hold of me.

I cannot go
into this darkness

without satisfying him.

Nor could I...

I found,
without seeing you again.

So what
will you do now?

Make yourself
just like your grandfather?

No.

But I do want to
identify with our people.

I want to find some task
I can put my whole heart into.

I know.

You’re in love...

with a Jewess,
aren’t you?

Even if I were,
that’s beside the point.

I know better.

Yes, you’re in love.
Of course.

She draws you after her,

as I drew your father
after me.

Is she beautiful?

Yes.

(the contessa chuckles)

She is a singer,
like you.

I wonder
how it would have been

if I had kept you with me?

I expect you would have
turned your heart

to the old things,
against mine,

and we
should have quarreled.

I think my affection
might have lasted

through our quarreling.

Perhaps.

But I’m not
a loving woman, Daniel.

It is a talent, to love.

I lacked it.

And I know very well

what love
makes of men and women.

It is subjection.

I was never willingly
subject to any man.

Men have been
subject to me.

I’m dying, Daniel.

We shan’t
see each other again.

If I had my time
to live over...

I would do the same.

Can you forgive me?

(men shouting
in Italian)

What’s happened?

It’s the English -
dead. Drowned.

No, it’s the lady.

C’est la belle dame
Anglaise. Elle est morte!

Man: Oh, my God,
she’s dead!

She’s dead!

(onlookers shouting)

Daniel: Gwendolen?

Please, please.
Scusi. Make way.

(woman speaking excitedly
in foreign language)

(woman gasps)
She’s moving!

Thank God!

I know this lady.

Bear her
up to the hotel there.

Make way. Careful.

(clock ticking)

How is she?

She’s not injured,

but shocked, yes -

shocked and distressed.

You are Signor Deronda?

Yes.

Please go in.
She wants to see you.

You came!

It’s done.

He is dead.

Please, please.

You must rest.

How much do you know?

Nothing at all,

except there was
a boating accident.

I didn’t even know
you were coming to Genoa.

A boating accident?

Is that
what they’re saying?

Yes.

What else?

If I tell you what happened,

you won’t say
that I ought to tell the world,

that I ought
to be disgraced?

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t bear it.

I couldn’t have
my mother know.

Know what?

If I tell you
that I am guilty,

a murderess,
would you forsake me?

But it was an accident.

Please,

let me tell you.

His face, Daniel.

His dead face.

When I was a child,

I used to fancy
sailing away

from the people
I didn’t like.

And now the opposite
had come to me.

Take it.

I was trapped
in a boat with him.

And that’s
what my life had become.

I think
I’ll smoke a cigar.

You shan’t mind.

I began to pray
for him to die.

I fancied
impossible things.

I was afraid
of our being drowned together.

I was afraid
to die myself.

(gasps)

Ohh!

Aah!

The rope!
Throw the rope!

Throw the rope!

Help me!

Help me!

Throw the rope!

Aah!

Ohh!

(gasping)

Ohh! Ohh!

(shrieking and gasping)

(gasping)

(distant shouting)

That is what happened.

His face, Daniel.

His dead face.

If he could swim,

it must have been that
he was seized with cramp.

I could have saved him.

You hesitated,

that was all.

That isn’t murder.

And you won’t make me
tell anyone else?

No.

There’s no injury that
could be righted in that way.

And you won’t hate me
for what I’ve done?

No, I shan’t hate you.

And you won’t forsake me?

No.

I wanted to tell you.

I wanted you
to know me utterly,

No one else.

(piano playing)

Have you seen the paper?

Mallinger Grandcourt’s
dead.

Drowned.
Boating accident at Genoa.

Oh, that’s terrible.

Well, I doubt
he’ll be much missed,

and certainly not
by our friend Dan,

or his duchess.

They’ll be free
to marry now.

W-what’s the matter?

How can you speak like that?

So callously?

The poor man is dead.

Who are you to say
how people feel?

(wan chuckle)

(running footsteps)

Woman: Come on, Charles.

Daniel!

Mirah’s gone.

Gone? What do you mean,
gone? Where?

We don’t know.

Welcome home, Dan.

She said
she couldn’t bear it...

to see Hans suffering
all the pain of love

when she couldn’t return it.

I think she was upset
about something else, too.

What?

I think you know, Dan.

I think I know
where to find her.

Avoiding me, Dan?

(sickly laughter)

Don’t ever try and shift
a bout of melancholy

with three pipes of opium.

Doesn’t work.

I’m sorry, Hans.

Yes. So you
damn well should be.

I’ve dreamt of nothing
but Mirah

since the first day
that I met her.

I gladly
have converted for her.

But it’s no good.

It’s all right for you.

You’ve got your duchess.

Hans,
you don’t understand.

Oh, I do.

I’ve seen you with her.

And I’ve seen you with Mirah.

You’ve deceived us all.

Hans, that’s ridiculous.

Look, I’m in no mood
for games, Dan.

I can’t bring myself
to tell you

what you don’t seem to know.

What?

That Mirah’s
jealous of the duchess.

Why do you think that is?

Because she’s
in love with you.

Ezra.

Mr. Deronda, sir!

I was just wondering
how I could get word to you,

and here you are!

How did you know
you should come?

I don’t understand.
I’ve just returned from Italy.

I thought I might find
Miss Lapidoth here.

Then you haven’t heard.

Mordecai
is very ill, sir.

(Mordecai
coughs violently)

Mordecai.

I came to tell you
you were right.

You knew me better
than I knew myself.

I am a Jew.

We have the same people.

I knew it.

Don’t be sad.

I am happy to die.

Now we shan’t be separated
by life or by death,

and you will do
what I dreamt of doing.

(speaks Hebrew)

It seems so hard, Daniel...

that I’ve only just
found him again,

and now he’s -

Mirah.

Let me share this sorrow.

Let me share
all your sorrows...

and all your joys.

I can speak freely now.

At last,

now I know who I am.

I love you, Mirah.

Say -

say you will promise
to be my wife.

Say it now.

You mean it?

Truly?

It’s me that you want?

I have spent my life
in doubt and confusion,

but now I realize...

it was always
your voice that I heard.

Could you love me, Mirah?

Sir Hugo
said to tell you

he’s in the library,
sir.

Thank you.

So...

now you know your mother.

Yes.

How was she?

How did she seem to you?

She told me she was dying.

But, at the same time,

she seemed more alive,
more powerfully present,

than anyone I’ve ever known.

Yes.

That was how she
always seemed to me.

She -

extraordinary business,
the accident.

I could hardly
believe my ears.

I never had much time
for Grandcourt,

but I wouldn’t have wished
that end for him.

No.

But I suppose it leaves
your way free

to Mrs. Grandcourt now,

if you care to take it.

I don’t.

I’ve asked
Miss Lapidoth to marry me.

The devil you have!

Is this some sort of
perverse response

to what you’ve learned
from your mother?

No, sir.

It’s something that’s
been growing inside me

for some time,

but what I learned
from my mother confirmed me,

not only in who I am -

a Jew,

and proud to be a Jew -

but what I should do
with my life -

work for my people...

in the best way I can find.

So...

all my efforts
have been in vain.

No.

You have given me
the best upbringing

and education
for my new life.

You told me yourself
you wanted me to aim high,

that I had it in me
to be a leader of men,

and now I believe that
I could be that leader.

At least I want to try.

And I should like
to have your blessing

for that work,

and for my marriage, too.

I can’t pretend that
I’m happy about this, Daniel.

Mr. Deronda, sir!

I told him. He -

Oh, Daniel.

He’s gone.

(horse neighs)

I wanted to see you,

to know that you are well,

or recovering.

I am better, yes.

And your
material circumstances now?

Do you have need
of anything?

No.

My husband left me
a small amount.

Quite enough to support us
here at Offendene.

I want for nothing else.

I have been trying to be
a better daughter,

a better sister.

You were right.

It does help to try to
put others before oneself.

Rather a novelty for me.

My life has changed, too.

Changed utterly.

I have found
my true family.

I am a Jew.

But what difference
should that make to you and me?

I must tell you

that I’m going to marry
Miss Lapidoth.

I hope
you will be very happy.

Happier than I have been.

Thank you.

I always thought I was
the best of gamblers,

but now it seems
I have lost in every way.

So, what will you do now,

with your life?

I want to travel
to the east

and find out more
about my people,

and see
if I can help them.

So I am forsaken.

I said I should be,

and I am.

You know...

all my life,

I thought the world
revolved around my hopes,

my desires.

Now I know the world
goes on without me,

and my hopes,
my desires, mean nothing.

No, don’t say that.

Don’t be afraid.

I mean to live.

I am young, after all,

and not all bad.

I shall be better
for having known you.

Go now.

(footsteps recede)

(sobbing)

(men singing in Hebrew)

(singing ends)

(glass shatters)

Gwendolen:
“Dear Daniel,

“Don’t think of me sorrowfully,
wherever you may go.

“You must live out
the life that is in you,

“and I must live out my own.

“I shall remember your words,

“every one of them.

“I shall remember
what you believe about me,

“that I am
worth something after all.

“You have
known me more deeply

“and cared more for me
than anyone,

“and I only thought
of myself

“and made you grieve.

“You mustn’t grieve
anymore for me.

“It is better,

“it shall be better with me

“because I have known you.

Gwendolen Grandcourt.”

Gwendolen Grandcourt.”