All language subtitles for Crimson Petal And The White s01e02_English

It's a book of hate, to wreak
revenge on every pompous,

trembling worm who taps
at Mrs. Castaway's door.

And you are?

"Sugar" is all there is
to myname.

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

Kindred spirits,
like yourself,

are difficult to find.

Exclusive patronage
of Sugar by me.

I am willing.

William: Your life is going to
be very different, from now on.

I am not a madwoman!

I expect a full collapse
very shortly.

Sugar: My God.
William Rackham.

You'll keep me better
than you do now.

My angel,

come at last.

[Crying]

♪♪

Sugar: He sleeps
so sweetly,

like a child,

imagining that
he is safe.

♪♪

But I have
my dreams, also.

♪♪

Dreams of revenge

against the men
who took my innocence.

♪♪

[Sizzles]

[Gasps]

Oh, you know,
it's been years

since I've slept beside
a woman all night.

But I must get up.

I have to look in at home.

You have so many
responsibilities.

Ah.

Did you make those changes
we discussed to the letter?

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

It's all done.

[Baby crying]

What is that
terrible smell?

[Sniffs] My nose is very
sensitive, at the moment.

If it can distinguish between
Lavandula delphinensis

and Lavandula latifolia,
then it can certainly detect --

[Sniffing]
Ah, dog's mess.

Damn it.

William,
I'm sorry.

St. Giles is filthy.

I do wish there was somewhere
else we could meet.

I hate dragging you
to this plague pit.

You know, I sometimes think
it'll be a miracle

if I'm not carried off by the
cholera by the time I'm 25.

Don't say that!

Ugh! Really.
[Sighs]

One forms the slightest
attachment to a woman, then...

Letter.

[Woman screams outdoors]

William, forgive me.
I -- I wasjoking.

Well, I wish
you wouldn't.

[Child with pertussis
coughing, wheezing]

[Footsteps departing]

[Birds chirping]

Goodness, Mrs. Rackham,
you havebeen busy.

Do you know
what this is, Clara?

Um, invitations?

It's forgiveness.

Society,
opening its doors.

I am to be included
in the Season.

Even Lady Bridgelow.
See?

And -- And Mrs. Amphlett has
invited me to tea next week.

A great change is
in the air, Clara.

[Shudders]

Everything's going to be
all right.

♪♪

Mrs. Fox.

Henry.

I -- I hope I do not
inconvenience you.

Not in the least.
Forgive all this.

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

[Coughing]

♪♪

Oh, excuse me.

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

Forgive me,
where is your maid?

Oh, I let her go home
on the weekends,

to care
for her grandfather.

So, we are alone
in the house.

Is -- Is that...
quite decent?

Ohh.

I'm afraid I find cocoa
terrifically stimulating.

We are so easily
seduced.

Are we?

Just last week,

I was on my way home
from visiting

a particularly
wretched family.

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

And, before I knew
what I was doing,

I was in the
underground railway,

speeding through the Earth,

mindless of anything,
except my own pleasure.

[Giggle] And all at the cost
of a sixpence.

Goodness.

I enjoyed it so much,
I missed my stop.

[Clock ticking]

This is how the world
will end, Henry.

The Antichrist is
our own desires.

[Cup rattles]

[Woman shouting nearby]

Castaway:
You arethe early bird.

I have some errands
to run.

Well, you've time
on your hands.

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

What is it,
a week, now?

Mr. Hunt
is a busy man.

Oh, so it seems.

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

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

Just so long as you parted
from him on good terms, hmm?

As always.

But what do we care?

I know you're much missed
at the Fireside.

Do you remember the game we used
to play when you were a baby?

On the coldest
winter nights,

I'd creep into your room
while you were sleeping,

all cuddled up
in your blanket,

and I'd...
pull it off.

Do you remember?

I'd pull it off
and I'd say,

"That's what God does."

♪♪

That's...
what God does.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Morning.

♪♪

Morning.

♪♪

The dagger tip touched tender
flesh and, yet, I hesitated.

[Crying out]

Is not this man worse
than all the rest?

Has he not abused
my trust

and cast me back
into the pit of filth?

Yet I could not
thrust it home.

Aah! No!

I put away
my trusty blade,

fetched poison
and the softest cloth.

[Muffled] Stop!

Aah! Aah.

[Whimpers]

Sweet dreams, my love.

Mrs. Rackham,
what is your secret?

My secret?

Some new spa, perhaps?

You're looking
most terribly well.

Oh, no, no, no,
Mrs. Amphlett. Um...

Well, I was just thinking
that youlook

quite remarkably different
from the last time I saw you.

So thin.
I hardly recognized you.

You are very kind.

Not at all.
I'm envious.

I swear by a strict, but simple,
regime of water and green beans

and, if I'm feeling dizzy,
a mouthful of oxtail soup,

but the soup must be
very well-strained.

[Chuckling] Oh, oh,
I-I shall remember.

No, I shall write this down.

I should caution you
that, at first,

you may experience
debilitating headaches.

I'm already a martyr
to headache.

As we speak,

I'm prey to a terrible
throbbing.

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

[Bird squawking]

Here, look.

On bad days,
I take a couple of these,

with a dose
of Godfrey's Cordial.

Ask your pharmacist.

Your doctor
would give you

a lecture on them,

but, trust me,

you will hardly
know yourself.

[Snaps case shut]

♪♪

♪♪

[Chirping]

♪♪

♪♪

Well, this ispleasant,
a meal together.

You suggested
we have a meal together.

Yes, I did.

Bon appetit.

What is it, dear?

Hmm? Oh, it's --
Um, green beans.

No, you were just
smiling.

Well, ahem, William,

the fact is,

I have
a guardian angel.

Are you referring
to Clara?

No, a real
guardian angel.

She watches over us.

I-I feel her about me
all the time.

I thinkshe's from the
Convent of Health,

you know, the place I go
when I'm asleep.

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

while you were sleeping.

The nuns there
are really angels.

[Laughs]
I've suspected that

for a long time,
but what a relief,

to have proof.

"Proof"?

Yeah, I waved to her
and she waved back.

Mmm.

♪♪

Are you not hungry?

♪♪

♪♪

[Doorbell rings]

[Door opens]Christopher: He's here.

Well, go on,
send him up.

He wants you
to come down.

He's talking to Castaway.

[Man shouting]

Woman: Oh, God!
Oh, oh!

Oh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh.

Castaway: Ah, Sugar.

I'm afraid to say,

Mr. Hunt has had enough
of our house.

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

It seems Mr. Hunt
has other plans for you.

[Man shouting]

♪♪

I've missed
your company.

It's been difficult
getting away.

Agnes is...
seeing things.

"Seeing things"?

Angels in the street.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Who else is here?

[Clock ticking]

What is this?

This is yours.

And mine.

I couldn't bear
the thought of you living

in that filthy part
of town any longer.

[Crying]

The bank will send you
an allowance.

The first payment
is here.

You will be independent.

[Both laughs]

Say something.

Oh, dear God!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Will you miss
your looking glass?

Oh. Why do I need
to look at myself,

when I have you
to look at me?

[Laughs] I've instructed
Mrs. Castaway

that nothing in your room
be touched

until youremove it.

Did she seem sorry
to see me go?

[Chuckling]
Not in the least.

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

But you need not worry
about her anymore,

nor anyone
from your past.

You have a new life,
here, with me.

♪♪

♪♪

Taken all your books,
I see.

Don't forget your bowl.

Good bowl, that.

I won't need it.

There's a bath
at the new place.

Who'll take care
of your sheets?

I will, I suppose.

[Bell tolling]

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

You know, I was thinking,
Christopher, that...

I could come back
sometimes

and you and I
could read together.

[Crying] I will
come back for you.

♪♪

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

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

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

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

[Scoff] You were...
indestructible.

Let's hope I remain so.

♪♪

Nineteen years, since we
embarked on this life together.

Six, since you tiptoed
to my room and told me

there was a gentleman
come to keep me warm.

Well...Mother, I --

Course, dear.

Nothing
to hold you here.

Onward and upward
with Mr. Hunt!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Wind whistling]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Knock on door]

[Door closes]

[Laughs]

Ah!

♪♪

[Sugar gasping]

-Ah!
-Ohh!

William: Oh!

♪♪

Ahh!

William: Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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

I'm in Dundee
until Thursday

and then I have Bodley
and Ashwell on the Friday.

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

You'll be here?

Where else?

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

Lady Bridgelow is taking her
to the Royal Albert Hall.

Goodness,
that's a step forward.

Yeah. Too big a step,
she thought,

but I persuaded her.
[Sniffs]

The new Verdi.
Thank goodness for Cheesman.

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

I-I've told you
of this new coachman?

I checked
his references for you.

Of course you did.

She has been
marvelous, really,

considering how
she has suffered.

Well, perhaps Agnes is
stronger than you imagine.

No, I mean
Lady Bridgelow.

[Sniffs] She knows,
better than most, the --

the cruelty of petty
social stigma.

Don't underestimate
your own allure, William.

She is a modern aristocrat,
not afraid to associate herself

with those who have dealings
with people in trade.

I admire her for that.

Do you have
enough money?

Plenty.

Mmm! Make sure
you eat properly.

Go to the Warwick,
order the bream.

[Door closes]

[Shudders]

♪♪

"But I am a respectable
family man," he cried,

as I cut through his shirt
with my razor-sharp shears.

♪♪

♪♪

[Indistinct conversation
outside]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Woman: No!

Aaaah!

[Barks]

Woman: Aah!

Spare a coin?
Miss, spare a coin?

[Horse neighs]

Woman: Down here!

[Shouting,
screaming from outside]

I just came to pick up
my powders.

I thought I'd call in.

Oh, that's nice.

Can't get your powders
in Marylebone, then?

Well, I-I daresay I could,
but I don't know where or --

or who to ask.

Got no friends
up there?

Not that kind.

He's fair to you,
then, is he?

[Scoff] Clothes don't
mean nothing, Sugar.

Might beat you
with a poker

or make you lick his shoes,
for all that.

No, he's not
like that.

Well, what mighty
good luck.

[Breathy chuckle]

Are you, you know,

fond of him?

Well, I'm used to him.

And when he's away,
like now --

Do you miss him?

I don't miss
him.

I miss the world
that comes withhim.

I'm involved
with his business.

It's oddly satisfying.
[Chuckles]

Do you still got time
for your book?

Not as much
as I'd hoped.

Perhaps got less
to avenge now.

No, I don't think that.

Not at all.

No harm in getting
soft, Sugar.

We all would,
given half a chance.

[Baby crying]

♪♪

[Chuckling]

Oh, Rackers, buck up.

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

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

Flatelli will soon
put the wind in your sails.

We have plans to, uh, revive
you later, don't worry.

We called on Mrs. Castaway
this morning.

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

before we'd had the benefit
of her charms.

If you find out
who's got her,

do tell him we're dying
to have a bash.

Heh heh.

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

Ah, previous engagement.

You aredull, Bill.

But happy.

He's lost his mind.

You haven't been drinking
the lavender water?

[All laugh]

[Birds chirping]

Not everyone
can wear white.

No, indeed,
Mrs. Rackham.

You have to be
very thin.

[Orchestra tuning up]

[Whispering] Do you
think she ever eats?

Shall we?

[Orchestra playing]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Gasps, sobs]

[Applause]

Oh, bravo!

Men: Bravo!
Bravo. Bravo!

♪♪

Your opinion, Agnes?

I have no opinion.
I'd merely like some air.

Oh, goodness,
you do look peakish.

Lady Bridgelow,
your concern for me

is false and poisonous.

You are fat and your chin
has hairs on it.

[Heaving]

-My God!
-Ohh!

-[Sobbing, exclaiming]
-Oh, dear.

♪♪

♪♪

Agnes?

Agnes!

♪♪

Agnes...

♪♪

Clara?

No.

You must not look me
in the face.

You're not supposed
to see me.

[Shuddering]
Is it you?

I'm going to
help you, Agnes,

but you must not look
at my face.

Ohh, William says you are
a trick of my imagination.

[Sobbing]

Ohh.

Ohh!
Oh, I-I'm filthy.

[Shuddering]

I-I'm covered in filth.

Stand up.
Stand up.

Wrap this round you.

You -- You smell familiar.
[Sobbing]

Now, listen,

I need you to walk
out of here and turn left.

I'll be watching you,
Agnes,

but this must be
our secret.

Do you understand?

Otherwise, I could get
into trouble.

Can -- Can angels get
into trouble?

Creatures like us are not
supposed to interfere

in your world.

[Shuddering]

I'm watching you,
remember.

Go on, keep moving.

[Sniffles]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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

Clara.

[Whispering]
It's me, William.

Where's Clara?

Just outside.
Don't worry.

How do you feel
now, dear?

Like a lost bonnet,

floating
along a dark river.

You are so very
understanding.

No.
I pity her.

We who have
uninterrupted health

must be thankful
for our good fortune.

Certainly, my dear Albert
always urged me

to be thankful for it
when he was alive.

Oh, my dear
Lady Bridgelow.

Oh, I should not
complain.

I have my son,
in whom Albert lives on.

The resemblance
is very strong.

[Chuckles]

I don't doubt it'll be
the same for you,

when you have a son.

I daresay
it will.

You're visiting
my sister?

Uh, yes.
I trust she's well.

Of course she's not well.
Use your sense, man.

Don't stay too long
and tire her out.

You are perhaps
a little pale.

Hmm, appearances
mean so little.

My dear Bertie appeared to be in
the pink of health always, yet,

he is gone and I remain.

[Coughing]

[Gagging cough]

[Hacking]

Ohh,

I am so anxious
to be well, Henry.

[Coughs] With no children
to look after,

I've saved all my juices
for the cause.

I know the cause
is grateful.

I sit here tormented,
knowing, each day that passes,

one more woman sinks into
a life of unbridled vice.

Mrs. Fox,

I want you to know
that I have, myself,

begun to work
in St. Giles.

You,Henry?

So you must rest easy
in the knowledge

that a presence
is maintained.

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

I do.

♪♪

Caroline: Hello, sir.

Want a nice girl,

not expensive?

I -- I wish only
to talk with you.

♪♪

Very good.
Come to my house.

No, no,
I mean what I say.

A shilling,

just to talk.

What are you
writing it down for?

Oh, I'm temporarily
taking over the work

of a dear friend
in the Rescue Society.

I intend to report back
in every detail.

Oh, nice.

Well, you've paid your shilling.
Don't be shy.

Ah, ah, when, if you
don't mind, Caroline,

did you lose
your virtue?

Age 16.

To me husband.

-To your husband?
-Mm-hmm.

Ah, well, then you did not
lose your virtue.

So you must have
left him, then,

or been cast out?

He died, sir.

And my little boy
followed close behind.

Hmm.
I am deeply sorry.

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

I didn't fall,
I was pushed.

Owed the doctor
for the child's medicine.

He arranged my start
in the profession.

The doctor?

-Mm-hmm.
-I see.

Well, forgive me,

I know a man
who runs a great concern.

I could arrange
employment for you.

I have employment.

Employment by which you
would not risk damnation.

I haveemployment.

You want me to break my health
in a dirty factory

for two shillings a week to help
your friend make his fortune?

Now, your shilling's
long since up.

Caroline.

Do you believe
you have a soul?

Anything you got,
I got, too.

Then don't you fear
for it?

You know,
I fear nothing much,

because I've loved
and I've been loved.

Ain't that
what a soul's about?

Brother.

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

Ah, I've only just returned
from Birmingham and I have

an important appointment
I need to make in Marylebone.

It is a confession,
of sorts.

Sit down, Henry.

♪♪

[Knock on door]

Ma'am.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

He dresses it up as spiritual
poppycock, of course,

but the fact is
that Henry's on heat

and too priggish
to admit it.

[Both laughing]

So how did you
advise him?

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

beared all the hallmarks
of infatuation

and they would simply run
their course.

What enthrals us today may
simply have no hold tomorrow.

Indeed.

-Poor William.
-Mmm.

The whole world runs to you
with its troubles.

Mmm!

All except you.

What troubles have I?
I am the luckiest woman alive.

Oh!

Mm.

Oh, I wish I could
just fall asleep here.

Well, do.

I have to be up
early tomorrow.

I have to go
into the lavender fields.

The lavender fields?

Mm-hmm.

Where the lavender
actually grows?

[Laughs]

Won't you take me?

Oh, I'd love
nothing more.

But...

I understand.

It's a shame you
don't have a chaperone.

Some kindly old gent
to add a veneer

of respectability
to the exercise.

I need to pee.

Pretend you're at home:
do it in your pants.

[Bees buzzing]So kindhearted.

Six shillings
and whiskey, remember?

Enjoy the sunshine.

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

Yesterday afternoon,
more like.

It really is
magnificent.

Bigger than
I'd ever imagined.

Ha!

What a bonfire
this'd make, eh?

Actually, we do burn
all the plants,

in their fifth autumn.

The blaze is
fragrant enough

to cause all of Mitcham
to swoon.

Ah! I've been
looking for you.

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

Sugar: You don't know what
you're talking about.

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

It isbreathtaking.

If only I had a son
to leave it to.

Dear William.

It suits you,
the fresh air.

♪♪

[Chuckle]

♪♪

Agnes: Bleeding again,
underneath.

I am certain
it's caused by eating.

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

but then I get faint
and they summon Curlew.

Where is my angel?

I have not seen her
in so long.

Perhaps I have not
deserved her.

Some stains,
you never get out.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Thank you.

You may sit up.

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

Your womb has moved.

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

Mrs. Rackham,

are you looking at anything
in particular?

I'm looking forsomething,
Dr. Curlew.

What?

A sign.

[Crying] I suggest Agnes take
more interest in the household.

Next thing I know,
she's actually scrubbing.

Curlew's adamant
she must be secured.

No.

Surely, Agnes would never
survive an asylum.

I've told him that.
Exactly.

Awful thing is, one day,
she's as normal as you or I,

and the next...

she's waving at angels.

How long has Agnes
been this way?

If I'm honest,

her madness has blossomed
since the child.

Agnes lost a child?

No, we havea child.

You have?

Yes.

A-A daughter,
unfortunately.

Sophie.

Sophie.

I see very little
of her.

The odd glimpse,

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

[Sniff] Ugh!
Another looming disaster.

Miss Cleave claims that
Sophie needs a governess.

Does a child of eight
need schooling?

[Scoff] A girl, too.

Trying to bounce
another shilling

out of me a week,
I don't doubt.

Mm.

Oh!

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

[Sighs]

[Distantly] Man:
Rejoice, Christ exhorts us,

and be exceeding glad,

for great is your reward
in heaven

for so persecuted they

the prophets
which were before you.

Ye are the salt
of the Earth,

but if the salt
have lost its savor,

wherewith
shall it be salted?

It is thenceforth good
for nothing,

but to be cast out
and to be trodden.

♪♪

[Whispering] Face front
and pay attention.

♪♪

Henry: Why, Dr. Curlew.

Henry.

I received a message

from Mrs. Fox today.

Indeed?

I gather she is to be sent away
to the coast, to recover?

She's going
to Folkestone, yes.

Ha.
That much is true.

Ah. Do you have you any idea
how long she'll be there?

Uh, I imagine,

given my experience
of the disease,

not long at all.

A couple of months,
at most.

She'll be gone
so long?

Well, I -- I shall strive
to find ways

to pass the time
until she's back.

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

Do you understand
nothing?!

[Tearfully] My sister
is dying of consumption.

She'll never come back.

[Door opens, slams]

[Gasping]
Henry.

I hoped it was you.

But what kept you?

Nothing keptme.

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

Oh.

[Crying]
Mrs. Fox,

I am not worthy.

-Oh, but you are.
-No!

My feelings for you
leave me in no doubt.

I am not cut out
to be a clergyman.

Henry, stop.

I rageto see you
punished in this way.

God is bigger
than one woman's illness

and you would make
the kindest, sincerest,

handsomest minister.

Forgive me.

[Clatter]

[Gasping]

[Knocks softly]

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

I know how fond you are
of Henry.

Dr. Curlew has advised
against socializing.

I think he also said
it might be better not

to spend so much time sitting
at the window, dearest.

You don't believe
in angels, do you?

No, I don't.

You don't believe in anything
except William Rackham.

[Sobbing]
Sh-She's dying, Bill!

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

Mrs. Fox is dying.

Her brother says
there's no hope.

Oh.

She stares into my soul, Bill.
Those imploring eyes.

You two had...

grown surprisingly close.

Her breast heaves.

[Glass rattles]

She pants and clutches
at my hand.

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

It is as if --

as if she wants
something more from me.

It's not surprising.

I ask myself,
over and over and over,

what is it she thinks
I can give her.

Are you serious?!

I have prayed for guidance,
night and day.

For pity's sake, Henry!

She wants you to give her
a good seeing to.

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

What sort of a...
creature?

I can't stay
in this house!

Stop tormenting her, Henry!
If she really is dying,

just let her feel pleasure,
at least once!

[Sniffles]

[Agnes snoring]

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[Gasps]

William?
What is it?

I've asked Cheesman
to come at dawn.

We will leave for the lavender
fields, straightaway.

What about...

What do I care
what people think?!

It's my damn lavender field!
It's my damn business!

I'm sick of being
judged by fools

who have no idea
how the world works,

who have the luxury
of a clear conscience

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

[Crying]

[Sobbing]

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[Shudders]

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Mrs. Fox.

You look so well.

Of course, Henry.

I'm in heaven.

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I can't wait
for you to join me.

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I want to join you.

I want to.

But we're not married.

There's no marriage
in heaven, Henry.

Mark 12:25.

Mrs. Fox.

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[Birds chirping]

[Bees buzzing]

If only I could live
with you.

You are such a help
to me.

I wish I could
help you more.

It's not only
Henry and Agnes.

The entire household
is out of control.

Agnes's maid treats me
with open contempt.

Miss Cleave has finally
handed notice,

so now I have to find
a new governess.

Are you serious
about living with me?

Of course I am,

but it's impossible.

Could I not, in fact,

live with you,
asyour new governess?

[Chuckling]

Foreman: Mr. Rackham!

You're not serious?

I'm sorry.

Mr. Rackham!

I only thought...

Mr. Rackham!

Sir!

You're wanted, sir,
at once!

It's your brother!

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