All language subtitles for Any Human Heart - 1x01.WEBRip.ENG

'I have this image in my head.

'It's a kind of recurring
dream that I can't explain.

'A boat, on a river in Uruguay,
with a little boy fishing.

'Am I the boy in the boat?

'Or am I the observers
on the river bank?

'Is this a vision of an individual
life, travelling through time?

'Which life is truly mine?'

(ECHOING) Which life is truly mine...
is truly mine...?

'I'm all these different people.
All these different people are me.'

All these different people are me.

'I'd like to claim this as my first
memory, but that award goes to

'the sight of my tutor
Roderick Poole's circumcised penis.'

(MAN) Logan?

Logan!

Always swim naked when you can.

Summer or winter,
you'll live forever.

(WOMAN, SOFTLY) You all right,
darling?

What's happening to you?
Pull yourself together.

(MAN) Ah, Mr Mountstuart,

you're back with us.

(WOMAN) How long does it
take to die, darling?

(MAN) Can't do it, Logan.

(WOMAN) Why am I so glad to see you,
Mr Mountstuart?

(MAN) I look at you with
new eyes, Mountstuart.

(WOMAN) Is he going to be all right?

(WOMAN) Is he going to be all right?
(WOMAN) Come to bed.

(WOMAN) Is he going to be all right?
(WOMAN) Come to bed.
(WOMAN) He's dying.

(MAN) Thank God.

(WOMAN) I'm not here to negotiate.

(MAN) It's happened for the best.

(MAN) It's happened for the best.
(WOMAN) Are you happy?

(MAN) You choose to live the life,
you take the consequences.

(WOMAN) Stella, there's a
nice man at the door.

'I, Logan Mountstuart,
do solemnly declare that in this,

'my final year at Oxford,
Iwilllose my virginity.'

Well?

I've found her.

The one.

She works in the stables.

I met her when I
had my riding lessons.

Too bad for you two, I'm
finally going to win the bet.

'I cannot, must not lose
this wager to Peter Scabius.

'Or Ben. Never.

'If Ben wins, I'll become a monk.'

She's perfect, I tell you.

Got your money?

'They may be my best friends, but
the question of my virginity demands

'total, unswerving ruthlessness.'

I'll look after the pot.

Give it to Ben.

Exactly.

Thank you, Logan.

Hello, Tess.

Mr Scabius.

Here we are.

The Three Musketeers.

Do come in. Kettle's boiling.

I'll make some more. Two ticks.

I'll give you a hand.

No need, Mr Leeping, thanks.

What do you think? Perfect, hey?

Lovely fresh pot.

Mr Mountstuart?

Thanks very much.

Do have a biscuit, Mr Scabius.

Why don't you call me Peter, eh?

All right then...

Peter.

Haven't you two got
to be at a tutorial?

'I feel completely disturbed.

'Angry. Can't settle to anything.

'It's utterly preposterous to
be a virgin at my age. Absurd.

'Shameful.

'I should be
concentrating on my book.

'I should be writing.

'But thoughts of sex
keep intruding themselves.

'Peter and Tess are lovers.

'I can hardly write the words.

'How incredibly annoying to find
oneself jealous of Peter Scabius.

'He spends weekends at her cottage.

'He's won the bet.
It's totally and utterly unfair.

'I'm consumed with the
madness of sexual longing.

'Fantasies about Tess's naked body.'

I wouldn't do that, if I were you.

Wasn't sure if you were a proctor.
Have to be careful.

I'm impressed.
Both illegal and heretical.

You'll burn in hell.

I like that. I've never
been called a heretic before.

By the way, the best way into this
college is through the kitchens.

Low wall, by the bins.
Easy as you like.

You an "undergraduette"?

Oh, I love that expression.

Yes, at Somerville College.

My chaperone thinks I've got
a grumbling appendix.

Took me to the hospital.

I see.

Have you a cigarette?

What's your name,
interesting young man?

Logan Mountstuart.

Land Fothergill.

I bet you're reading English.

Yes.

I'm writing a little biography on
Shelley at the moment. But I, er...

I really want to be a
novelist, actually.

Course you do.

Do your...

Somerville chaperones allow you to
meet male undergraduates for coffee?

Do be careful climbing in.

I'd hate for you to
have a nasty accident.

'Land. Land Fothergill.
Yes, maybe she's the one.

'Forget Tess. Simple, comely Tess.

'Think of Land. Sophisticated,
intellectual, provocative.'

Peter, you wouldn't believe
it, I've met this amazing...

It's an absolute nightmare.

My father's found out about Tess.

No!

Shhh!

Jesus, how?

She wrote to me in the holidays,
put her return address on the back

of the envelope, "Tess Scabius".
Can you believe...?

She's taking your name?

She says she's my sister.

Explains why I come
to stay at weekends.

You should have blamed me.

I did. Immediately.
But it wouldn't wash.

My father's threatened to disown me.
He's coming to see the Master.

No, God!

Shhh!

I can't go to the village.
You've got to go, and see Tess.

Explain.

'Say I can't see her
until the fuss dies down.'

I don't want to hurt him, Logan.

He's terrified of his father.

Terrified.

Don't cry, Tess.
It'll all be fine.

He just can't risk
anything at the moment.

I had to say I was his sister.

Otherwise people would talk.

Tess, I am so sorry.
I wasn't thinking.

We. We weren't thinking.

We were all...

caught up in the moment.

Didn't mean nothing.

I'd better go.

It's forgotten.

Never happened.

No. Never happened.

'Perhaps Tess was expressing
her frustration with Peter.

'Working-class girl confronting
insurmountable social barriers.

'But there we were.

'Need and opportunity.

'The ingredients of all betrayals.

'But Land.

'Consider Land.

'No social barriers there.

'Mere physical
stimulation is not enough.

'Bodies can meet,
but when minds meet as well...'

No, stop it!
No, I won't allow it.

You cannot call Virginia Woolf
a lady novelist. She's a genius.

She writes novels, she's female.

So, if you ever get round
to actually writing a novel,

and you are described as "Logan
Mountstuart, gentlemen novelist",

you won't object?

I wouldn't object at all.

Liar! You're going to have to
grow up just a little, Logan,

if you want us
to move beyond simple friendship.

Where are you going?

Come and see me when
you're a real writer.

Land!

Bye!

BELL TOLLS

Remember this, son.

It's just luck in the end.

That's all life is.

'Am I staring into the abyss?

'A life of perpetual virginity?'

Hello, Logan.

I'm so sorry... I don't know...

what's the problem.

With...

Let's try again in a minute or two.

But let's take our
clothes off this time. Mm?

The bells of Oxford
seemed to be celebrating my joy.

Logan Mountstuart,
you are no longer a virgin.

But Tess is Peter's girl.
Shame on you, Logan Mountstuart.

This must never, ever happen again.

Never, ever.

God.

I'm your first girl, aren't I, Logan?

No...

Yes.

It's fun, isn't it?

I don't think the word
fun quite does it justice.

Thanks for the gin.
How do you know I like gin?

I like to fuck and then
I like to drink gin.

And then I feel like fucking again.

Right. The gin is a present,

from Peter.

Peter mustn't know about us.

No, no he mustn't.

We must never tell Peter anything
about these Sunday afternoons we have

and what we get up to,

must we?

Never, ever.

No, we won't.

Never...

..ever.

Do what you can, Logan.

Ben, there's something I should...

What?

Nothing.

I'll come and see you in Paris.
When are you off?

Next week,
no point in hanging around.

Next week?! What about finals?
You won't get a degree.

I don't want a degree.
I've made up my mind.

I don't care.

I've got to start finding artists if
I'm to open my gallery by summer.

Nothing stands in your way.

Your father is a diplomat,

encourages a life
of art and culture.

Mine's the managing director
of a meat-processing firm.

You've no idea how meat
has dominated my whole life.

It's depressing.

Hello, what have you two been up to?

Momentous news, miraculous.
We couldn't be happier.

It's wonderful.
It's just what I needed.

What's going on?

You tell him, Peter.

Yesterday, Tess wasn't feeling well,

the doctor came to the cottage.
Anyway...

Anyway, I wasn't ill.

I was pregnant.

What?

When I heard Tess was pregnant,

I realised, I've been
a complete coward.

So I telegraphed my father,

told we were getting married.
He's cut me off without a penny.

Married? You and Tess.

Congratulations.

Well...

It's wonderful, isn't it, Logan?

Yes, wonderful.

My God.

The child's not mine.

Definitely not.
She's three months pregnant.

I know it's Peter's.

I wish you hadn't told me.

Who else could I tell?

You can not tell
people secrets, you know?

Sometimes people are very
grateful not have full disclosure.

I think Father O'Donnell is here.

Your mother keeps bringing
these bloody priests round.

She means well.

I just can't be having
all that mumbo-jumbo.

Remember this, son,

it's just luck in the end.

That's all life is.

All the good luck you have

and all the bad luck.

That's the only story.

When you've left university, there's
a place for you at Foley's, you know.

Junior management,
I've arranged everything.

No need, father, I'm
going to be a writer.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. You'll have
plenty of time to write at weekends.

Promise me, Logan.

I promise, father.

You'll have to work your way
up the ladder like I did

but it'll make me happy
to think of you at Foley's.

Corned beef is going to
keep you very comfortable.

What are we going to
do without him, mother?

Just you and me.

He very kind man, Logan.

We have a lot of money now.

I'm going to go to Paris,

see Ben.

Of course.

You take time.

You don't understand,
I made him a promise,

a promise to my dying father.

When you're back from Paris,

then you can start at Foley's.

You didn't see the look in his eyes.

He took my hand.

Don't do anything foolish.

Come and see Anna again, soon.

Leave the money on
the table, mon cher.

You made him happy.
That's nothing to feel guilty about.

Forget Foley's.

You've written a book,

you're a writer.
Shelley: A life, you did it.

I can hardly call myself a
writer if my book isn't published.

So what?
Your writer's life has begun.

Hemingway, Logan!
There's some champagne left here.

Thank you.

I'm green with envy. Thank you.

For me compadre, Logan.

So you already wrote a book?

Regrettably, no novel as yet.
Just a little biography of Shelley.

Not the same.

Terrible tragedy, n'est pas?

Shelley, dead at 29.

Hey, Logan, write about us French
poets, the cosmopolitans. Why not?

Hemingway,
give us some poetry, will you?

And what were thou
and earth and stars and sea

If to the human mind's imagining
silence and solitude were vacancy?

I'm fucking impressed.

Logan, we're all settled up.

I am genuinely fucking impressed.

Send me your novel, Logan.
I mean it.

I mean it, Logan.

I hereby resolve to leave home,

to find a flat, preferably in Paris,

to see land again

and to write, write, write.

There's a place for you
at Foley's, you know.

Always.

Most interesting,
your little book on Shelley.

It reads well enough, Mr Mountstuart,

if you're happy to live on
potato peelings and small beer.

I'd prefer not to, if possible.

Then you must write
a novel, immediately.

One that will gain you
more than eight readers.

I was planning one idea, um...

I met a woman in Paris,

a Russian called Anna

who'd hit hard times.

She was obliged to become
a poule de luxe to survive.

I'm not familiar with the expression.

A prostitute.

Her story intrigued me.

I thought I could call it
The Girl Factory.

Now, Land will see me, I know.

She'll see me for what I am,
will recognise me at last

for someone she'll be
happy to be with.

Good God, Logan, what on
Earth are you doing here?

I wanted to see you again.

Well, how lovely for you.

You can't disappear for months
then pick me up like some...some
discarded toy.

I'm writing a novel.
I've got an agent.

A literary agent.

There's only one way to
get on in this world, Logan.

You must believe in yourself,
then you can do anything.

Write a great work,

one that will make people think
and may change the world.

Then I will.

And you will dedicate it to me.

"To my darling Land,
to whom I must always listen."

My darling Land,

to whom I must always...listen.

What's your novel called?

I haven't got a title yet.

When can I read it?

When it's finished.

I like your little flat.

Thank you.
It needs a bit more work.

Have you got a bedroom,
or is this it?

'It's strange,
to think I am now familiar

'with all the singularities of Land.

'Outline your emotions -

'happiness and contentment.

'All your ambitions -

'to be with Land every day possible.

'Why?

'Because...

'Because I'm in love with her.'

Why not?

I said we'd both go,
a weekend in the country.

We can go for long walks, we can...

I can't, it's my job.

Your unpaid job.

Please, Land.

It's a Parliamentary
fact-finding committee.

Oliver Lee says we need to go to
Wolverhampton to know more about

the conditions of the mill workers.

We can read about
it in the newspapers.

It's all very well for Oliver
Lee, he's a Member of Parliament.

It's an amazing opportunity for me

to be invited on to
one of his committees.

Well, I'll come, too.

No, you can't possibly come.

I'll be incredibly busy.

It's work, Logan, it's not a holiday.
It's out of the question.

Why not? I'll miss you.

You've got to finish
your novel, that's why.

She's got a touch of the flu.

Ah, cat absent, mouse opportunity?

We're madly in love.

Talking of small animals,

you are meant to be using that thing
in your hands, Logan.

It's called a shotgun.

I've no desire to fire a
shotgun at a defenceless bird.

Nonsense. This is one of
the best shoots in Norfolk.

You're very lucky to be invited.

You said a weekend in
the country, there was...

there was no mention of
guns and killing animals.

That's because the two activities
are synonymous, you ignorant peasant.

Sometimes, Logan,
in order to get on in life

you have to try things
you might not like at first.

I had no idea of the stultifying
endless tedium of these English
country weekends.

The banality of the discourse,

the utter absence of culture in
our so-called upper classes.

Hello.

I'm Logan Mountstuart,
a friend of Peter Scabius.

Ah, you're Peter's friend.
I'm Angus' sister.

Ah, Lady Castle -
very nice to meet you.

You mustn't call me Lady.

Heavens, no!
Lottie is perfectly fine.

You're the writer, aren't you?
Are you writing something?

Just my journal.

You're probably writing
ghastly things about us all.

Not in the least.
I'm enjoying myself enormously.

Shall we have a drink?

Would you like a pink gin?

What-ho, yes!

I can't think of anything nicer.

Do you know...

..I don't think I've been
in this room for years.

Um...Montevideo.

Mon-te-vid-eo.

Where's that?

Uruguay, in South America.

South America? Why on Earth?

I was born there.

My father worked in
the corned-beef industry.

Corned beef?

In fact, my mother's from Uruguay.

Oh!

Does that mean you're...

..half-Uruguayan?

Yes.

It's my best half.

Excuse me, sir. There's
a telephone call for you.

Excuse me, I must take
this telephone call.

Land, darling, you would not
believe how revolting...

'It's Wallace Douglas here.'

Wallace!
My God, how did you track me here?

'I thought you might like to
know as soon as possible,

'I've sold your novel, The Girl
Factory. 1,000!

'Congratulations.'

1,000...?

My God! Th-Thank you, Wallace.
Thank you, um...

I'll see you Monday. Yes.

Thanks.

Excuse me, are you Logan Mountstuart?

Isn't it amazing? Incredible.

I have a horrible feeling this
book is going to be a huge success.

The reviews are appalling.

"Depraved", "A nasty little
shocker"...

Not good, Logan. So don't
let it go to your head.

I can do better than this, Land.

This is only the start. Watch me.

We can travel,

we can live anywhere.
We can see the world together.

We'll be able to do
anything we want.

"Degenerate and scandalous",
says The Mail.

Another 5,000 copies
sold, says Wallace.

Like father always said,
good luck, bad luck.

Enjoy the good luck
when it comes your way.

Mr Pendergrass is
my financial adviser.

He's explaining all of
stock market to me.

If you have spare funds, Logan,
US equities are just the thing.

There are fortunes to
be made over there.

He says they've foreclosed
on the 63rd Street apartment.

What apartment?

Mr Pendergrass, he say I should buy
apartment in New York, so I buy.

Now everything gone.
He say sell, so I say sell.

Nobody want to buy.
Crash, crash, crash.

I lose everything, Logan.

I keep thinking, what your
father, he saying to me?

Don't worry about Father.

I'll always look after you.

Come here.

Hello.

My God, what's happened?

How much did this cost?

Haven't a clue.

One of the advantages of
earning a lot of money,

it ceases to have value.

Champagne? We are celebrating.

I had my tickets for the
India trip today. Can't wait.

Oliver Lee said we'd be
meeting with Gandhi Jee himself.

Have some caviar, my little darlink!

No, I don't eat caviar, it's obscene.

Oh, Land, please.

Our life is about to be filled
with champagne and caviar.

And I'm coming to India with you.

I've got us two tickets,
first class.

You can't just come to
India, I've told you.

I'm not leaving your
side, my darling.

I love you, Land.

I've never felt like this before.

I love you and I want you to marry
me. I want you to be my wife.

Land? I love you.

You don't know where you're
going, do you, Logan?

You haven't the faintest idea.
Look at you, what you've become.

All you've written is trash, rubbish.

You've let yourself down. You can't
believe how disappointed I am.

What kind of an empty
life are you leading?

Can't you see anything?

Are you all right, my darling?

You be careful, my sweet.

Land?

Oh, Mother.

My God! It's disgusting!

Completemente repugnante!

Esta es una porqueria inmunda.

Take.

Drink.

When love affair goes bad,

it is essential
to keep your dignity.

Without dignity, you become animal.

Life must go on, Logan.

Yes, Mother.

'Write a great work.

'One that will make people think

'and may change the world.'

Hello.

'It's Lottie.'

Oh, Lottie. Hello.

'Hello.'

How lovely to hear from you.

'Are you well?'

I'm very well.

'I adored your book.'

Thank you so much.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

'Of course, I was shocked.'

Yes.

Yes, it is a little racy.

'Will you come and stay?'

What?

'I'm having a party.'

When?

'This weekend.
Oh, do say yes, Logan.'

Yes.

Yes, I'd love to.

After the marriage, I think you
should call me Elthred.

Thank you.

Yes, Elthred, sir.

And you must call me Logan.

Here we all are, then.

To us.

The three of us.

To Logan.

Good luck.

It's amazing.

What's amazing? I'm marrying Lottie?

Well, you didn't waste any time.

What's the point of delaying
happiness?

Bloody enormous place, this.

How many acres did you say?

I couldn't be happier, honestly.

A few thousand acres of Norfolk
would make anyone happy.

I'm marrying Lottie, Peter.
Not a chunk of English countryside.

Ah! Lady Lottie, if you please.

Does that mean your children will be
Honourables?

I'm very happy for you, Logan.

Yes, very.

Are you sure, Logan?

Genuinely?

Never been more certain of anything
in my life.

'Hotel du Cap, Biarritz.

'One could not wish for a more
perfect honeymoon setting.

'I'm ready for marriage
and married life.

'I love Lottie.'

'Completely over Land.

'Completely.'

I'm going to die, I'm so happy.

Every human being is a collection
of selves.

They change all the time.

We never stay as one person as we go
on our journey to the grave.

Mr Mountstuart, sir! >

Mr Mountstuart, sir!>

Mr Mountstuart!

It's a boy!

A boy!

'Unto thee, a son is born.

'But what is happening to my life?

'I feel I'm losing control.

'It's being taken over.'

Funny-looking little chap.

We're very happy, Logan.

Thank you.

We'll see ourselves out,
don't worry.

Night-night, Daddy.

Night-night, Lionel.

He can go to bed now, Pettigrew.

Well, that seemed to go...

Before you say another word, there is
not one chance in a thousand

that any son of mine
will be called Lionel.

Logie, please!

Please stop calling me Logie.

No son of mine will be called Lionel,
let alone Lionel Elthred.

No.

N-O.

Repeat, no.

It's Daddy's name.
And his daddy's name.

I'm adamant. Immoveable.

Look at how happy he was.

Look how proud and pleased.

Think of Lionel.

Think of the trust fund.

Well, I'll leave it up to you.

If it makes you happy.

Fascinating book.

Shame no-one wanted to read it.

It was just something I had to write,
something I had to prove to someone.

But no-one expected it from the
author of The Girl Factory.

An academic study
of obscure French poets? No!

Well, I've got an idea, but I need to
travel, Wallace, I, I, erm...it's...

Between you and me,
I'm going a little insane.

Family life. Baby.

In-laws not turning out how I
expected to be.

I'll happily do anything, I just need
to get away for a while, you know?

Got you.

How about journalism?

This is the best
I can do at short notice.

The Illustrator.
Cities of the Iberian peninsula.

Spain and Portugal.

Ten cities, five guineas
for a thousand words on each.

What do you think?

Perfect. I'll leave next week.

'Funny, but Lottie didn't seem at all
that bothered

'when I said I'd be away for a month
or so.

'Maybe we both need
a break from each other.'

We should have your passport ready
in five minutes, Mr Mountstuart.

Thank you so much. Thanks.

Thank you.

You're not Logan Mountstuart,
by any chance?

What?

Me?

Oh, yes, I am, as it happens.

How do you know?

I work for the BBC talks department.

We tried to book you a talk,

but your agent asked for a fee of
ten pounds.

Oh.

That's absurd.

That's what we thought.

We had a jolly good laugh about it.

Who do you think you are?
John Galsworthy? Stravinsky?

I'll talk to him. My...my agent.

Are you...are you here on holiday?

We were. We had a motor car crash.

My father's in hospital
with a broken leg.

Oh dear.

My...my passport was stolen.

In a church, of all places.

You can't trust anyone, can you?

Consul's ready for you,
Mr Mountstuart.

Oh.

Goodbye.

Um...perhaps I'll see you at the BBC.

Perhaps. If your price is right.

You're not...you're not free for
dinner tonight, are you, by any
chance?

I do like getting away
from England sometimes.

Good old pudding island.

Are you from London?

I was born in Uruguay, actually.

Uruguay?

I had my childhood there. I'm half
Uruguayan, actually.

My mother.

So exotic.

I've never met anyone
half Uruguayan before.

Menu, por favor.

Si, senor.

I'm very impressed with your
Portuguese.

I speak excellent restaurant
Portuguese.

And I speak
excellent restaurant French.

I just couldn't get on
with Virginia Woolf.

The novels are so sort of
airy-fairy, if you ask me.

God, exactly. It's all sort of
evanescence and nebulous.

Have you met her?

I have, actually.

Have you? What's she like?

Completely obnoxious.

You know, brandy is just eau de vie.

It's colourless, like water.

The colour comes from the cask.

Yes.

So why, if you have a perfectly
nice, crystal clear drink,

why would you want to turn it brown?

What?

Ah yes. That's a very,
very, very good point.

I wouldn't have thought of that.

That's amazing.

Amazing.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

May I, um...
may I call on you in London?

Why?

I've never been
so grateful to a thief.

What do you mean?

Whoever stole my passport.
I'd never have met you.

Goodnight.

I'll see you in London.

Why can't you work here?
You're never here.

You haven't been to church
in the last five Sundays.

You missed the Fitzwilliams' wedding.

You're my husband, Logan.
You have duties to perform.

People need to see you by my side.

I'm not here because
I have to be in London.

You're a novelist, not a journalist.

Journalism pays very well,
as it happens.

And if I'm out of sight, I'm out
of mind. The editors forget me.

I've got to go to meetings,
I've got to liaise with Wallace.

What's the telephone for(?)
You've paid this Wallace man 10%.

Let him earn it. Lethimfind the
work for you.

When are you going
to write another book, anyway?

Ideas for books don't
grow on trees, darling.

Stewing in the country, twiddling
my thumbs, is not going tomake a
very interesting novel, is it?

Use your imagination. Isn't that
what novelists are meant to do?

'Life has to be encountered
with a mixture of sheer ignorance

'and blind faith.

'Sheer ignorance because you can't
ever know what will happen. 'Ever.

And blind faith
that this time, 'the roll of the dice

will bring you luck.'

I told you it was a nice pub,
didn't I?

What was wrong with the Cafe Royale?
I practically live there.

I thought it was, you know, stuffy.

Full of people
rather too pleased with themselves.

You're absolutely right.

No, I'm having a much nicer time
here.

When were you going to tell me

all about Lottie and Lionel?

Actually, I was going
to tell you tonight.

Good.

Well, you don't need to now.

Seeing as I already knew.

Right, yes.

And it's out in the open.

I like things to be clear
and straightforward.

Yes.

Yes. I'm actually going
to be spending more time in London.

I'm moving back
to my old flat in Chelsea.

Lovely.

Freya, I...

I really...

I would really, more than anything,

like to kiss you again.

Nobody's looking.

I don't know where it's going.
It's very worrying. Seriously.

I was in Hamburg.
A perfectly well-dressed man

but with a placard round his neck
saying "Ich bin Jude,

"aber ich will mich nicht uber die
Nazis beschweren." Extraordinary.

Lunchtime,
in a main street in Hamburg.

I get the "I am a Jew" bit.

"But I will never complain
about the Nazis."

Apparently it's now illegal for a
Jewish family to have a German maid.

What next, one wonders?

I'd better dash. Excuse me.

I'll see you on Tuesday, Logan.

Logan!

Land! Land!

You look wonderful.

Liar.

You look extremely well.
All that success, I suppose.

A wonderful life.

So, what are you up to these days?

I'm standing for Parliament.
Next election.

Which party? Oh, that's
a silly question, don't answer.

That's splendid.

There you are.
My boss wants to meet you.

Freya, this is a very old
friend of mine. Land Fothergill.

Freya Deverell. Nice to meet you.

It's Leigh, actually.
I married Oliver.

My God! The great man himself.
I didn't know. Is he here?

Yes. There he is over there.
By the screen with the glasses.

Well, I never.

Congratulations.
..Land's going to become an MP.

She's going to try, anyway.
Lovely to meet you.

Goodbye, Logan.

Good luck.

I approve.

What did she say?

Er, goodbye.

One of your early conquests?

More of an obsession, I suppose.

Wasn't reciprocated. We ought to go.

They're going
to give away our table.

I don't want supper.
Now you mention it.

Really? It's not like you. You
usually like a spot of supper.

Sometimes I just
don't feel like supper.

Supper can get in the way.

You're not hungry?

Very hungry indeed.

Come back.

Got you.
Clinging on for dear old life. Oh!

' "We must never get a bigger bed,"

'Freya says. I think of Lottie and
our child and my life in Norfolk.

'But I only want to be with Freya.

'Time away from Freya is time lost.

'Forever.'

'Lionel...'

'Lionel...'

Lionel.

Shake your rattle.

That's it. Good boy.

Oh, don't go too near the fireplace.

These are for you.

What are they?

They're called bills.

More precisely, unpaid bills.

You'd better earn
some money, at last.

My book's nearly done.
We'll be all right.

Don't lie to me, Logan.

Before you ask, I'm not asking
Daddy for a penny more.

Who's that?!

Mr Finch.
He's in my room on the first floor.

Very nice man.

All my lodgers, very nice gentlemen.

Hola! Senor Logan!

Como estas?
Muy bien.

Some tea, por favor?

Si, si.

Next time you bring in Lionel
with you. I never see him.

And I never see Lottie.
Why she never come?

Bring them with you.

I will. Of course.

Mother, I was wondering,

could you lend me some money?
Just 50.

And I'll pay you back in a month.

I need to buy some time,
really, and finish my book.

This is for repairing the house.
New carpets.

Now I have all these paying guests.

Thank you, Mother. I just need a few
weeks of really hard work. You know.

Then I'll get the book done,
and we'll be in clover again.

Of course, querido. You take time.

'Back to Biarritz.

'Ben has taken a villa for the
summer, invited some friends.

'The novel will have to wait.'

The more you drink, they say,
the browner your suntan.

Do they say that?
That sounds

like a very good excuse
for drinking a lot, to me.

She's lovely.

Thank you, Ben.

Thanks for your hospitality.

And for your...understanding.

Very easy to understand.
Easy as pie.

Basically, the book changed my life.

Everyone had forgotten me, then
Logan wrote The Cosmopolitans.

I owe everything to this man.

Just the credit you deserve.

Are you happy, darling?

Who wouldn't be? Here.

Now.

Nothing like the sun
on your tits, I say.

Monsieur. Excuse me, monsieur.

Excuse moi, monsieur.

Excuse moi, s'il vous plait.

Vous etes anglais? Americain?

Oui, anglais.

Thank you. God.

Can you please
let a party play through?

I am secretary of club.
We will reimburse your green fee.

Why?

It's a very distinguished personage.
English.

The Prince of Wales.

I don't see why not.
Thank you.

Awfully good of you. Want to
get in nine holes before lunch.

Pleasure.
Sir.

Right. Off you go, Freddie.

Very kind of you to let
as barge in like this, Mr...?

Mountstuart. Logan Mountstuart.
This is Ben Leeping.

Allow me, sir.

Terribly good, darling.

Why don't you wait
in the clubhouse, darling?

I want to work up an attitude
for lunch. David, you must

thank Mr Mountstuart and Mr Leeping
for letting us interrupt their game.

God, yes. Most decent of you.

Pleasure.

Can I snaffle those matches off
you...Stuart?

There you are, sir.

Come on, everyone!

Bye!

Thanks again. Enjoy your vacation.

Who is she?

Logan, really. You're joking.
Everybody knows who she is.

Everybody knows except me, clearly.

Everybody knows except me, clearly.
She's his mistress - Mrs Simpson.

But, of course, not a whisper
in deferential old England.

French newspapers are full of it.

His mistress?

Well, she seemed very nice.

Very dramatic features.

And very practised in the sexual
arts of the Orient, so rumour has it.

I like your friend, Ben.

I like everybody, in fact.

Old Cyprien's sweet.

'Got you!
Clinging on for dear old life.'

Thank you for the dedication.
It's very kind of you, Peter.

I had no idea you were writing. >

It's just a detective novel.

It's the highest form
of literature, in my opinion. >
To the Teccie!

I may have seen
the future of English letters.

Peter.

And I thought
you were in Perthshire.

I will be tomorrow.

This is Fleming.
Do you know Logan Mountstuart?

No. But I have, um...I have read and
greatly admired The Girl Factory.

I read it twice, in fact.
Ian Fleming.

How do you do?

slaughtered many
small birds together.

Not to mention lost lots of money.
We're very bad gamblers.

on the way?

On the way, sort of.
Protracted labour, I'm afraid.

Well, it's good to have met you.

See you on the grouse moor, Peter.

See you on the grouse moor.
Youaregoing up in the world.

What does he do, this Fleming?

Good question. Not the faintest.

He has a superb collection
of pornography, however.

Let me walk you home. There's
something I want to tell you.

My God.
How long has this been going on?

More than a year now.
Tess has no idea.

Well, who is she?

She's an actress.

Beautiful, funny, vivacious.

I feel bad about it, but then I think
I should never have married Tess.

We were far too young.

And of course,
the child coming like that.

You and Lottie, I envy you.

Your life in the country.

An earl's daughter, my God!

Still can't get over it.
Who would have thought?

Yes.

No, no, I'm very fortunate.

Hello, dozy!

Got to go. I'll miss my train.

Don't go...

Don't go.

I want you to come and live here.

If I do, that changes everything.

How?

You're married. Remember?

My marriage is a sham.

It's empty. It's a farce.

Well, shouldn't you do
something about it, then?

I'll miss my train.

No, I don't care what anyone says.

He was a good King.
God rest his soul.

George V.

RIP.

The King is dead,
long live the King.

Edward VIII.

Well, he'll have to get rid
of his American floozy, now.

Why? I mean, he seems...

You can't have a Queen of England
who's been divorced.

What sort of example is that?

He doesn't need to get rid of her.
Just keep her out of sight.

Set her up somewhere discreet.

No-one will know, no-one will care.

Aelthred!

Daddy, that's outrageous!

What on earth do you mean?

He's the King now. He can do
what he damn well pleases.

But she's American. >

We can't have an American Queen.
How ghastly!

Well, I thought she was perfectly
agreeable when I met her.

When did you ever meet Mrs Simpson?

Er, she, um...
presented a book prize.

You know, the Literary Gold Medal.

Very chic.

Could I have a drop more
of that delicious claret, Wilson?

Spain? Mmm.
I know there's a war on.

Nasty little affair.

(WALLACE DOUGLAS) 'The American
news agencies are offering jobs

'to anyone who knows
anything about the area.

'Very generous terms. Interested?'

I could certainly do with a job.

What are they paying?

'50 dollars, plus expenses.'

My God! That changes everything.

Is that per week?

'Per day.'

Per day?!

When would they want me to go?

Lottie, what are you doing here?

I wanted to be with you.

All that talk of mistresses
was rather exciting...

You know I thrash around and snore.
You won't sleep a wink.

Maybe we can think of something
else to pass the time, hm?

Lottie, there's something important
I have to tell you.

What's that?

I, uh...

I've been...

I've, uh...

I-I-I...I've been having...
Um... I...

I haven't got a preservative.

Good.

I want another child, Logan.

We need another child.

Seriously, one's never enough.

Another son would be ideal.

I can't talk about it now.
I've got to go away.

Away?Mm.

Again? Where?

Spain. I've got a job.
Paying fantastically well.

We'll talk about it
when I get back.

We don't need to talk at all.

Please, Lottie. Not a good time.

I'd decided to tell her,
I really had, I swear,

but then she started to cry when
I told her I was going to Spain.

It was impossible. I'm sorry.

You won't do anything dangerous?

Of course not.
You must be joking. Why?

Because, um...

..I'm pregnant.

What?

You're telling me...

Yes.

My God! That's incredible!

Go to Spain, Logan, but while you're
there, think about me and our child.

I'm going to have this baby.

But don't come back to me
if you're not going to stay...

with us forever.

Freya, please.

No. Everything's changed now.

Everything's real.

Our summer is over.

At the moment I only believe in
the love of one particular woman.

Therewillbe war with Germany.

David...

Who's this?

Who's this?
Mr Mountstuart.

We met him in Biarritz.

Do your own dirty work.
I'll talk to the Duke.

I could be sent to prison.

I'd rather you were rotting in prison
than beguiling Nazis in Switzerland.

I am not Uruguayan. My name
is Logan Mountstuart. I am British.