All language subtitles for Angelica (2015) es

Angelica!

Please, angel!

Your mother sent me down.
She wants to see you.

Brava!

So, you've grown to like
the play then?

- It's melodramatic claptrap,

and the Provinces are tiresome,

but it pays.

And there are a few,
even out here.

- All married?

- One assumes.

- Well, you know what
Doctor Freud

would have to say
about that.

- Yeah, well, that worked out
just fine, didn't it?

If papa hadn't run off,
I'd never have you

for an Auntie.

A mother, really.

- My angel.

- And a far more
entertaining one.

- No, no.

You didn't know her before.

- Come on, come on.

You'll catch your death
in the cold.

I'm so sorry, dear.

It's no night to
travel I know, but

your mother simply
could not be dissuaded.

She had to see her
Angelica straightaway.

- And
how is she, Nora?

- I've never seen
her in such a state.

- Why don't you make us
all a nice cup of tea?

- Right.

She's coming, Mum,
coming right up.

- Angelica, wait, angel.

Her mind's not what it was.

No no listen, she has
become more troubled

by the past and by imaginings.

- I'm
dying, Angelica.

- No, you're not.

Mama, you're young
still and healthy.

- I must tell you I
must clear my conscious.

- Constance, it's
after midnight.

Can't your conscious
wait until the morning?

- I won't
live to see the sun rise.

- I'll fetch her a
sleeping draught.

- I'm staying tonight,
Mama, and all day tomorrow.

You sleep now.

- It's about your father.

He did not abandon us,
he did not disappear.

It is not precisely as
I've always told you.

I love you more
than life, Angelica.

- I know.

- If you stopped loving me
I must tell you all of it.

- Go on Mama, go on.

The day I met your father
I was so young, so young.

- Mr.
Bartone sir, welcome.

- It's Barton now
Pendleton, officially.

And I should like
stationary to reflect it.

- Of course.

- Also pen nibs, ink, and...

You're new here.

- I am sir.

- Well, then, congratulations

from one of Mr.
Pendleton's customers

you are a most welcome presence.

- Constance, assist Mr.
Barton if you please.

- Of course.

Shall Mr. Pendleton deliver
your stationary when
it is ready?

- No, I shall come myself.

- It cannot be.

- Absolute truth.

- But the book you had
me read, the naturalist fellow,

the Beagle fellow,
he says, "We are well
behaved apes."

It was you who believed this
and now you say the opposite.

- Not the opposite.

Merely to point out
the limits of it.

Just as we eat more than bananas

in other ways clearly
we are not Apes.

And in this, this
how to call it this

distribution of desire
we British are unlike say

the French who otherwise
so outwardly resemble us.

- But you are Italian.

- British, my dear,
as much as you.

We are British
because of how we act,

the manner in which we
temper our apish appetites.

- Welcome to the biggest
and funniest Clark's circus.

Come see curiosities from
all corners of the globe.

The snake charmer, Eve, she
consorts with the Earth's

lowliest and most
abominable creature.

The young Maharaja of
Punjab, every inch of him

painfully tattooed,
husband to 50 wives.

He's fathered 100 sons!

- How dare you.

- Krao, the missing
link, half ape and half man.

- Does it not
make your very skin creep?

- Yes, when I think of the fools
who believe in such things.

- There it is Mr. Barton,
that is a photograph.

You may believe what you see
with your own eyes may you not?

- I believe what I see
you in Miss Douglas dear,

your sweet beauty
and noble simplicity.

- I should have told
you, I'm an orphan.

First my siblings,
they wasted away and

finally to be a mother
is to be sentenced simply

to watch never to
prevent only to wait

for something horrible
to happen to your child.

One after another they
melted away from her and she...

...and then she too was
taken, then father was...

They slept too
deeply, all of them.

- These
are your enemies.

These are the beasts
that steal lives.

- These?

Stole them all?

- I expect so.

- How ever are doctors expected

to catch such tiny
devils as these?

- They cannot be caught.

One can only deny
them the conditions

that favor their growth.

- Might you discover an end
to all sickness?

- We might.

We very well might.

- Then, what would we do?

Would we all live forever?

- Miss Douglas,

you have no protector,
none at all.

Will you have me as protector?

Will you?

- Will you show me
your place of work?

- The laboratory is no
place for a woman, Con.

- Some day?

- Some day, perhaps.

- He will be my
life's adventure.

- He's a man, Connie.

Most hide no more mystery
in them than that chair.

- My life's adventure.

- Come inside, my dear.

Are you afraid of your Joseph?

You are so lovely.

Constance.

Who's a darling, darling girl?

- Hold up there.

Easy now.

There you are boy, hold up.

- Joseph.

- Has not Nora done a fine job

of making a home
while we've been away?

- I suppose you'll be wanting
to take your pleasure now.

Get it over and done with.

You'll be hounding
me until night fall

and again after dark,

disturbing my slumber in
the middle of the night.

It's no wonder I'm idle all day.

Nora will find me most useless.

- Let's not talk about Nora.

I'm wanted at the laboratory
my love.

- You will make life safe for
our children.

I know it.

- Indeed.

That is our one aim.

But, you're not,
of course you are.

You're the girl
from Pendleton's.

You are exquisite.

But, I will never forgive
James Pendleton

if he has reduced you
to making deliveries.

- No, no I reside here now.

I married Mr. Joseph Barton.

- Indeed.

- Counter jumper.

Then it's true.
You might have done better.

- Do you know why I
married you Con?

For the same reason I hope
you married me.

- For love.

Like in the fairy stories.

- Like in the fairy stories
my dear.

- You gotta
push now, you gotta push.

- Yet there's
something wrong.

- You can do it.

- Pushing will no
longer do.

For God's sake drape her.

You are no longer needed.
Get us some tea.

- Yes doctor.

- Fetch more towels
to soak up the blood.

I cannot guarantee the life
of either mother or child.

- Don't give up
madam, don't give up.

- You'll marry again, a
woman of strong constitution

with moral rectitude.

- It has nothing to
do with morality.

For mercies sake, have
you no chloroform?

- Indeed not, sir.

- It is barbaric.

- Push madam push,
push madam push, push.

You've done it madam, you've
done it, it's a girl.

Oh madam, a girl.

- You are very
fortunate to be alive,

you and your child both.

God does not intend all
women to be mothers.

You must not risk it again.

- How not?

- You are to desist entirely.

Find your pleasure elsewhere.

- It is not your fault.

- My sweetie.

- Come my sweetheart.

Let's give your
sweet mother a rest.

- Nora leave her here, Nora.

- You know
who misses you?

Your dolly.

- Baby.

- Mama.

- Come here baby, over here.

- The wolf leapt in and licked
his lips

and growled from deep
in his throat.

- Time to sleep, my darling.

Angelica, come to me please.

- Obey your papa.

- Time for bed, thank you.

- Careful.

- Lie down.

- The baby.

The doctor told us not to.

- Do not worry.

- I won't, I won't.

Forgive me, I don't know.

- Angelica.

It's time to go home.

Nora has promised us a fine--

- Do you wish your surviving
daughter to be motherless
do you?

- But what can I do?

- I told her at
the girl's birth.

- You must make of yourself a

a closed garden
do you understand?

Unless you find it
to great a strain

on a lascivious and
intemperate will.

- God no.

- You pursue your own desire
at your family's expense.

- But my husband...

- I will have a
word with Mr. Barton.

- Good evening, sir.

Your wife will live
by the grace of God.

Now it may take several months

before the wife's
health is restored.

- How is Angelica?

- Well, Con, with Nora.

- Bring her to me.

- Your strength, dear.

- Angelica is my strength.

- Where's Nora?

- It is her monthly day away,
my love.

Seems to come around
nearly every week.

Angelica, that is not a toy!

Your father fought very
bravely in darkest Africa.

He was awarded this for courage.

- Sorry, Mama.

- You've an even more
morose expression than usual.

- I will not tire you
with my domestic trials.

- Joe?

- She shuns me.

- Then how often are you
calling on our tender friends?

- I do not consort with
them and neither should you.

- Now come.

You tell me your wife
refuses to participate

up to one's reasonable
contractual expectation--

- She has been--

- I know.

I know, her health.

All the more reason
not to play, Pope.

- An undignified brutish pursuit

of a very fleeting pleasure.

- Do you know other kinds?

- I have suffered
this insult too long.

Angelica sleeps in
her nursery tonight.

- The young man climbed
up onto the swan's back,

then the swan
spread it's great

blue wings and flew
up into the sky

and they never did
come back to Earth.

And the naughty tinker
never saw his family again.

See, there he is.

The young man is flying.

- I see him.

- Shall I stay with you,
my dove?

Until you fall asleep?

- No thank you, Mama.

The princess desires
her solitudery.

- Very well, my love.

Shall I leave the door open?

- No thank you, Mama.

- Mama, Mama, Mama
Mama, Mama, Mama.

You slept here with me.
In her chair.

- I did.

- You were asleep
and I woke you.

- Shh. Hush mouse,
you'll wake Papa.

Or shall we rouse him?

- No, no. Mamma and baby.

- You went to her.
Slept there the whole night.

- She cried out to me.

- And when you do not come,

she will learn to
comfort herself.

- Comfort herself?

- I can not recall opening
a debate on the point.

- There.

- I know, Mama.

- What sort
of a welcome is that?

- A monkey.
- Don't touch it. Oh wow!

- Papa, is he ours?

- No, he is only
come for a brief visit.

- Is he quite tame?

- Friendly even.

- Oh it's gentle.

Hello little sir.

- He's
very funny, Papa.

- Where ever did you
find him, London Zoo?

- No, no.

A colleague.

- Hello little sir.

He's quite handsome.

What is his name?

- I do not know.

- Can't we keep him?

- No dear, as you hear
he has his own home.

And he must go back to it.

- You must
visit us again very soon.

- Oh my darling.

My love.

Go back to sleep.

- Oh dearest Con.

We have been torn asunder
by doctors and fear and

that is no way for us to live.

- Go, I release you...

...to seek elsewhere
what you must.

- Oh no, Con, no.

There are solutions to our
predicament, other solutions.

I will not allow any harm to
come to you, you know that.

There are other ways a man and
wife may repair this breach.

There is, for example..

...this.

...with the tongue,
Con, and the lips.

No danger, there is
no danger in this.

You are my only Con.

And the tongue.

Oh yes, like that.

We have been tested, both of us.

When we are apart in our hearts

the space is filled
with cold dark thoughts.

- Do you hear?

Do you not hear?

My darling, my darling.

What is it?

Oh baby, oh.

Oh baby, you're choking.

It's choking.

It's not possible.

It's not possible.

- A lovely
breakfast, Princess, you see.

Try a bit of this.

Have you ever had a
better breakfast, Princess?

Even at your palace?

We must always
use our...

Is Papa a sailor?

- No, he was a soldier
once, but now he works.

- What is work?

- Work is what
every man must do.

- What must Papa do?

- He must care for
us and protect us.

He must cure disease.

Would you like to visit
Papa's laboratory?

Perhaps we could go and
visit him one day soon.

Doctor Joseph Barton?

- Yes, just down there.

- Doctor Barton's laboratory?

- The doctors' entrance is
down the passage on the right.

- Madam?

- Is this Doctor
Barton's laboratory?

- Visitors are
generally not permitted.

- He is my husband and
he is a senior man.

- We are able to detect

29 different functions
across the cortex.

What on Earth has
brought you here?

- It's a surprise.

- You may not
at first understand.

- I don't understand.

I thought...

This is all...

All this time you've
kept it from me.

- They are not suffering,
they are not capable.

- Can you not see
with your own eyes?

- There are pox today that
no longer threaten Angelica.

- Do not mention her
name in this room.

- Constance,
Constance, come back.

- How do you bear it?

- It is no burden to produce
the benefits of science.

- Go home, Constance.

- Does your heart not break?

Not at all?

- Angelica?

You mustn't sleep
like that, my love.

You mustn't. You mustn't
leave me.

- You frightened me.

- You weren't breathing.

Hold your mama.

- I'm sorry Mama.

Joseph, Joseph.

I have seen something
in the nursery.

Come please.

It was right there.

It seemed to be leering
directly at her.

But then it flew into
the wardrobe here.

And here.

It's still wet.

It was wet.

- What do you suppose it was?

- I cannot say.

A form,

diseased,

flying.

- Constance.
- A diseased flying...

- Come to bed before
you wake the child.

- And leave her exposed?

- There is nothing here at
present, do you concur?

Angelica is safe, my dear.

Come.

Come to bed.

How did you sleep, Angelica?

- Well, Papa.

- No visitors in the night?

- Last night, just one.

Mama.

She was part
of the night, but

then she went into
her own bed I think.

- She visits you in the night

because she is worried for you.

Need mother worry do
you think Angelica?

- I think this is right
she worry.

It is what mothers do.

- Mama, you are here.

Sometimes you are not here.

- I'm sorry for those times.

- Might we walk
in the park today?

- If it pleases you.

We shall run in the park today.

- Mama?

Did you see the flying man?

- I think I did.

Will you tell me about him?

- Sometimes he's pink
and sometimes blue.

- Did he hurt you?

- Do you think he will?

- No, no he will never hurt
you because I will protect you.

I love you so much let me
see your beautiful face.

I swear I will.

- What is the matter now?

One can scarcely catch
one's breath in this house.

You seem bent on
maintaining chaos.

- I saw him.

Have you seen nothing?

Does nothing feel
out of balance?

- I hesitate to answer.

I suspect you'll appreciate
neither my words nor my tone.

- I saw it again last night
something hovering over her.

She has seen it too.

Floating, a stream of blue
light, an apparition.

It meant to do a specific
masculine harm visibly.

- My God, you put in
her head this notion.

- No, I did nothing of the sort.

I was silent and she said to me

she had seen plainly and
precisely what I'd seen.

- So you confirmed
her infantile fantasy.

- What fancy if we
both have seen it?

Have you truly not?

- Seen blue lights?

Hovering masculine dangers?

You spout nonsense
and she mimics you.

And you take her
mimicry for wisdom.

For God's sake, have
Dr. Willette give you
a sleeping draught.

- Madam.

Oh madam, I'm so sorry.

Please, would you
need a kerchief?

If I might be of any help.

I know, I know it is
not my place of course.

- Nora, please sit here
next to me.

- Madam, if there's
anything in my power.

- Something has hurt Angelica.

I saw it again there last night
as plain as I see you now.

It is unspeakable what it wants.

- Madam.

I fear to speak but--

- Do you know someone?

Oh, Nora.

- This woman, she understands
all them dark things.

But she's as
fearless as any man.

I can fetch her.

- Please, yes.

Come tell her I am
in desperate need.

Just bring her here at once.

And if there's some
Mr. Barton inquires

just I don't know just tell
him, don't tell him anything.

- The usual
terms of course, Annie.

- What precisely
is the disturbance?

- I don't know.

Blue light, a floating
man, I ain't never seen it.

Any-who what's it to you?

The woman's got banshees,
you come in and you

wave your parsley all about
and that's it isn't it?

And I get my 20%.

- Do you know
that crocodiles look today

just as they looked when
dinosaurs trod the Earth?

Whereas other animals
have transformed

so as to be scarcely
recognizable.

Man for instance.

- Man is an animal?

- Man and woman both.

We were animals, now we are
something higher, nobler.

- Why
do crocodiles weep?

- They do not weep.

That is a folk story.

- Do forgive the chops.

I'm afraid I've lost my
touch after so many years of

little practice.

- It is perfectly
edible my dear.

Nora will be healed one
hopes by breakfast time.

- Madam, you startled me.

Well, this is Mrs. Montague
as I described.

- And you are Mrs. Barton?

Of course you are.

You poor lovely creature.

- I am grateful for your--

- Are you not
sleeping well, my dear?

- I must appear dreadful.

- On the contrary,
only somewhat fatigued.

You must forgive my
making a personal remark.

I find it very difficult to hide

my feelings from people I like.

- Do you know me so soon?

- Come.

Give us your hand.

- Well, please come in.

- Take my hand and
lead me in Mrs. Barton.

The evil that troubles your home

must see that I am
your invited guest.

- I am so relieved
to have your council.

- Precisely.

Two women together can
withstand quite anything.

Oh he's very handsome.

- Yes.

- And his profession?

Your home is very
elegant and enviable.

- Mrs. Montague.
- Thank you.

- He is a scientist.

He seeks to find the cause
of disease in animals.

- A veterinarian?

- No.

I mean.

He looks inside of animals

to find the cause
of all disease.

- A vivisectionist?

- He has arguments to
defend his actions.

- Men cannot help their
natures, Mrs. Barton

we must not fault them.

Nora, leave us.

Now, your walls
sing with the unseen.

I'm at your service.

Mrs. Barton, I have heard
all manner of horrors

in my years helping
ladies such as yourself.

I cannot be shocked.

I am also, I wish to make
this clear in every way,

not a man.

I do not think like a
man and nor do I wish to.

So do not tell me what you
know or what you can prove.

Tell me what you feel,
from the beginning.

- Something seems to
have snapped,

fractured in him.

His appetites, his
desires seem...

There are cracks
all over the house.

Here, in this dish.

And there, oh and
there, and here

into which that
unholy thing fled.

You see, you see?

I tried to please him

at a cost that I
cannot ever forgive.

- Well of course
you will forgive,

you are a woman and a wife.

- My child suffers pain
at the precise moment

I am submissive to my husband.

Do you understand?

- I do.

He compels you then?

- No he,

he compels me to compel myself.

Or I compel him to compel me and

it pleases a part of me.

That is beyond my control.

And I am powerless to resist and

my child's screaming.

- Mrs. Barton, Mrs. Barton.

You are a brave fine girl.

And we will clear
these noxious airs

from your beautiful home
and all be well I promise.

- Annie, it is just like I said.

- She's nothing like you said.

- Whatcha mean?

- You should consider
yourself lucky

to be in such a
fine lady's employ.

Courage, my dear, and above all,

faith in your own
pure innocence.

- All right,
All right.

- Beloved Angelica.

- Say
hello to the nice lady.

- Mama?

- Go on.

- She's true to her name.

- Walter, Walter.

- The night passed
without incident.

- I am relieved
beyond reckoning.

- Your spells and
protections have succeeded.

I shall pay you your
fee Mrs. Montague for--

- Oh, oh Mrs. Barton.

Oh my dear, we have
only just begun.

Last nights respite may mean
we are on the correct path

or it may mean nothing at all.

- And
you try and catch me.

- You do have a responsibility
to your husband,

but it is not to bear child
after child,

and nor is it to pander
to his every hourly whim

like some poor slave girl
in a sheik's harem.

Husband's are not meant to
burn like youths,

defiling their surroundings
with their bottomless thirsts.

No, no, we mean for our men
to unleash,

with haste and as much modesty

and shame as they can
possibly muster,

those inclinations, a few times,

for the multiplication
of our race,

and then tame them.

- You're so
well spoken, Mrs. Montague.

Where did you learn
such eloquence?

- My education was
in the theater.

- An actress.

- For a time.

Do you disapprove?

- Mama, Mama Mama, the
flying man is in the forest.

He flew on the back of a swan.

They chased me, but they
got caught in a tree branch.

- You must never
tell lies, child.

- Quite so quite
so, but then again

you must never fear
telling the truth.

Now dear.

Let us discuss this
as three ladies.

- Did you truly see him
in the trees just now?

- I do not like it when
you are frightened.

- I do not suppose that you do.

- Will you protect Mama and me?

- I will indeed.

- I am to York
overnight, Mrs. Barton.

- I love Papa.

- He loves you as
well, my darling.

I do not doubt.

- She's quite asleep.

Oh my dear, what
a splendid table.

- Come sit.

We mustn't let
Nora's soup get cold.

- That is magnificent.

Is that crab?

You treat me like a royal.

- Like a dear friend.

- Have you ever wondered why it
is that women should
appear to glide?

It's quite simple really.

You see if we glide,
then we have no legs.

And if we have no
legs, then men need not

be tormented by the
thought of our legs.

But here, but amongst
ourselves...

Anywhere really that
women live free of men

they live with legs.

- Lord have mercy.

What the Devil?

Well me ladies, I
thought you might enjoy

a sip of the masters port
wine to go with the cheese.

- Will he not detect
it's depletion?

- He never has before, madam.

- Oh my.

- All right.

- Tomorrow he returns.

If the night should
pass without incident

and does that not
prove his role?

- Well, perhaps not.

Certainly the thing is
not your husband in body.

You see, evil may be
projected without

will or even without knowledge.

Sleep my dear, you're
in terrible need of it.

I will keep watch, be assured.

Sleep.

- Bless you.

Dearest?

Our father, which art in
Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come
thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our
trespasses as we

forgive those who
trespass against us

and lead us not
into temptation.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Our father, who art in
Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come
thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

And forgive us our
trespasses as we

forgive those who
trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

- You have allowed this crisis
to fester beyond all bounds.

Now you talk of
shattered nerves,

ennui, neurasthenia,
and hallucination.

Truth be told, none of
this is terribly uncommon,

Barton, in women of
your wife's class.

Now, in your sorry case
your wife is determined

to let herself go it appears.

And with that
surrender of character

she has exposed you,
your home, and your child

to a grave infection.

And I fear we are past the
point of easy treatment.

- Madam.

- Am I permitted out of
my own home, dearest Nora?

- Sir was quite plain about
your need for peace. Rest today.

- Can you fetch Annie for me?

- Please don't ask
me to do what I can't.

- I could do your work
while you brought her.

He need never know.

- Please madam.

- I see.

- Madam.

- Get out.

- Please madam.

This will calm your
nerves as sir requested.

- You drink it.

You deserve the rest you wretch.

- If I could at least
report to Mr. Barton

that I gave it to
you Mum, please.

- All right.

Give it here then.

No.

Here,

have me.

Am I not to your liking?

Yes here.

No, no, no, no, no.

Nora, Nora!

Nora tell me, where is she?

Please tell me where she
lives, please just tell me.

It's all right, it's all right.

- Madam, what happened
to you for God's sakes?

What happened?

- Please Nora.

- Who?

- I will repay you.

I will repay you please don't
tell him where I've gone.

- Don't go, don't go, don't go.

- Her address now!

Carriage!

Carriage!

I can't, I can't,
it's just...

You don't understand,
my god.

It just keeps coming
for her

and it will keep coming for her
again and again

and again and again.

Anne, if I murder myself, will
it end?

No, no I know it will not,

because it just
keep coming for her.

Anne, please, please, he will
never find us.

- Of course he will.

- Please, I promise he can't
find us.

We'll stay and we will
live together.

- Shh.
- Please.

- My dear. We will end this,
we will.

This must end. It must.

Constance, Constance?

This is what I dreamed of.

To awaken in your arms.

You've only got a few minutes.

There's a carriage
waiting outside.

- Where?

- No, no, you know you must.

- I can't.

- You must.

What if he wakes up and
finds that you've fled?

He will track you down.

He will take Angelica.

He will most likely
send you to bedlam.

Constance, you must return home
and you must play your part.

I will come to you.

- He will not allow
you through the door.

- I will find a way. We will
destroy this demon together.

And we will restore
peace to your home.

- It is too late for that.

- Do you remember the
tenderness with which

you showed me his likeness
here in your locket?

Do you recall?

- I loved him dearly once.

- And you will again, but until
then you must have courage.

You must be bold and fear not.

- I will make you proud.

I will make you proud.

- You have again
exhausted yourself.

Asleep in the chair.

- She cried out to
me in the night.

I should have returned
to you I know.

- You should have done,

but as you say the
child needed you.

- She did.

- And you spent all
night in this chair?

- Yes.

- Here?

- Where is Angelica?

- She is with Nora.

She had very odd dreams.

- She shall adjust
in time, as you say.

- You'll want another
days rest at least.

I shall instruct Nora.

- Mama!

- Oh my goodness.

- Madam you look so lovely.

- Come Mama, sit with us.

- I'm sorry to be late for tea.

Is the Princess Elizabeth very
offended do you think?

- Constance, here is a
colleague I have long intended

you to meet, Dr. Douglas Miles.

- How delighted I am
to meet you, Dr. Miles.

My dearest, pleasure to
have you home so soon.

Nora, take the child and
bring some tea for our guest.

- Right away, Mum.

- I must compliment
you, Mrs. Barton

on your sense of decoration.

- Constance, please make
Dr. Miles comfortable.

I unfortunately have
forgotten, my apologies.

- Poor dear.

- I hope you will excuse
an old man's curiosity.

Well, a friends curiosity.

I hope you will
see me as a friend.

- Of course.

- Now most wives have some
permissible complaint to make

and please be assured of
my absolute discretion.

- Well, I do have one complaint.

Joseph works such long hours

I have not enough the
pleasure of his company.

- Have you any worries?

Do you fear him?

- What an amusing question.

Why ever should I
have any fear of...?

- Mr. Barton told me
that you saw his work.

Did that upset you?

It may well disorient one.

- Do I seem
disoriented, Dr. Miles?

Joseph's work is
of vital import.

But you cannot ask me
to explain it very well.

I only know how proud
I am of his efforts.

Will you have another
piece of cake, Doctor?

- Yes, thank you.

You are queen of
the domestic arts.

- I wonder what it is he forgot.

- You know, there are
times when you may excuse

yourself for requiring a rest.

I know very well how
women toil on our behalf

under emotional burdens that
are quite unknown to us.

A time away to
refresh ones spirits

could be arranged in a
trice just for the asking.

- A rest?

What English woman could
accept such unmerited charity

when our husbands have withstood

sufferings we soft
women have not?

To crave rest, I should
find it a disgrace.

If I may speak plainly
as a friend Doctor.

- Do you think I could
speak with your daughter?

- It would be an honor

to display her conversation.

- Perfection, Angelica
Barton, you truly are

a small duplicate of
your gracious mother.

- Thank you, sir.

Mama is a very lovely.

- I think I have,
let me see, yes I do.

I have a piece of
very special licorice

for the little girl
who can tell me

how was it that your
bedroom caught fire?

- When we cause accidents
we confess promptly.

Mama tripped upon my doll
and I truly am sorry, sir.

- A wise child.

And you Mrs. Barton, you're
a delightful hostess.

And I fear I've taken
up too much of your time.

- I cannot imagine
what is keeping him.

- Oh no matter.

Mrs. Barton, you have a husband

who concerns himself
with your health.

- Be bold

and the man will
be restored to you.

Courage.

Courage.

My angel.

No more fear.

I will restore our papa.

And all will be well
in the morning.

- Con?

Constance, you are so lovely.

I have waited so long,
so long for this.

Oh my God.

Yes.

- No.

No.

No.

No!

Oh my God!

My God.

My love.

My only love.

I know that damnation awaits
me for what I've done.

For what I've made you believe
and I am prepared for it.

If only you will forgive me,
Angelica.

- Angel, angel,
her minds not what it--

- I don't know what to believe.

Forgive me, Angelica.

Anne, Nora.

- It's all right, Mum.

- Angelica, angel, she's
not in the right mind.

- This is different, Anne.

I remember now the fire.

And the man with the licorice.

- Your father did disappear
as we've always told you.

- Annie, give
us a hand, will ya?

We're gonna get
you out of bed now.

Annie!

- Constance, look how
you've worked yourself up.

Come on, dear.

Jesus, all right
you've got the feet.

Oh my God.

Come on dear, there.

Constance.

There's a good girl.

- Annie.

- Gently.