All language subtitles for Crimson Petal And The White s01e04_English

Sugar: 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.

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

I would like you to move
to Chepstow Villas...

To live in yourhouse?

...and become
Sophie's governess.

19 years...Mother --

...since we embarked
on this life together.

Your life is becoming
quite shrouded in mystery.

I'm so curious.

Who is that lady,
Sophie?

[Tearfully] Agnes,
what have you done?

-Please, I-I'm ready.

Get me away.
You're my only hope.

Am I still your little girl?

Yes.
Of course you are.

I am not a madwoman!

Agnes is to be put away.

But, William --

No one is going to
hurt you anymore.

AGNES: Is it time?

Oh! Oh! Ah!

Lostwithiel.

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I have to t-tell
the p--

It's worse when you
excite yourself.

P-Police.

I have to tell
the police.

[Crying] Agnes may be
in need of urgent rescue.

Of course,
William, but --

It's not a simple question
of being dead or alive.

There is a f-fate
worse than death.

As we speak, some foul hag,
such as your Mrs. Castaway,

could be installing her
in some bawdy-house.

I'm quite sure Agnes
is too frail

to be made use of
in that way.

Haven't you read
More Sprees?

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

Or perhaps
you've forgotten?

Where was this
Convent of Health

that she blathered on
to you about?

Well, I'm not sure
it was a place

that had a...
physical reality.

You know she
disappeared before?

Miss Sugar found her with half
her toes sliced off in the snow.

Miss Sugar?
The governess.

She's not a Rescue
girl, is she?

Oh, for heaven's sake,
of course not.

Emmeline, you're becoming
fixated on that subject.

SOPHIE:
"Let me think.

I almost think
I can remember feeling

a little different.

But if I'm not the same,
the next question is,

who in the world am I?

Ah, that's
the great puzzle!"

I'm so glad you're enjoying
your Christmas book, Sophie.

Miss, has my mamá
still run away?

Yes.

Yes, she has.

Is it history now?

I beg your pardon?

History, Henry VIII.

Uh, no, geography
first, I think.

Why don't you draw me some
animals from Australia?

WILLIAM: Were you
and Agnes close?

SUGAR: Close?
We barely knew each other.

She told Clara
that the person

who f-found her in the snow was
her only friend in the world.

She was very disturbed.

I merely escorted her
back to the house.

She didn't know you
at all,

yet she trusted you?

Well, she had
no reason not to.

♪♪

♪♪

[Rain falling]

Miss?
Mm-hmm?

If Henry VIII
wanted a son so badly,

why didn't he marry a lady
who already had one?

Because, to be the king's
true heir,

you need to be
of the king's blood.

Are babies made
of blood?

N-No.

Babies are grown
in here.

How?

Well, if I had a husband,
he would plant a seed in me

and I would have a baby.

I came out
of Mamá, then?

♪♪

"Now sleeps
the crimson petal,

now the white;

Nor waves the cypress
in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin
in the porphyry font:

The fire-fly wakens:
waken now with me.

Now droops the milk-white
peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost

she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth
all Danae to the stars,

and all thy heart
lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent
meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow,
as thy thoughts in me."

[Gasp]
Oh, Letty.

[Thud]

Sorry. I fell asleep, reading.
What time is it?

No, it's early, only --

Mr. Rackham
was looking for you.

[Whispering]
He's been fetched away.

♪♪

[Seagulls crying]

Identification
will be difficult

in these circumstances, sir.

Try and focus on the parts
that are least corrupted.

A word of warning --
don't look for the eyes.

Eels have 'em.

[Tearfully]
All right.

[Sniffles]

♪♪

[Gulps] It is she.

[Sniffles]
It is my wife.

Are you sure, sir?

[Crying]
Her beautiful hair.

[Sniffles]

Cover it up!

♪♪

[Sea gulls crying]

Steady, steady.
All right, sir.

Stay up.

Sir!

Agnes: Dearest William,
it is so tedious to wait

even this short time
to be man and wife.

How I long to go out
and hear people say,

"There go the Rackhams.

He has just published
another book,

and she is lately
returned from Paris

with 30 new dresses."

♪♪

Man: Ashes and dust

are our only
material remains.

Compared to our spiritual
remains, they mean nothing.

Mrs. Rackham's
corporeal form...

♪♪

[Crying, whispering] You are
a brave, brave, brave man.

♪♪

[Sophie reciting]

♪♪

♪♪

I heard Sophie
had a new governess.

I wonder,
to see her sohappy.

Is she your first
pupil, Miss...?

Sugar.

Mrs. Emmeline Fox.

No, I looked after a little
boy before, Christopher.

In Notting Hill?

I've lived many different
places in London.

Ah, and I have visited many

in the course of my work

with the Rescue Society.

The Rescue Society?

I confess,
I've never heard of it.

[Laughs]

Oh, Miss Sugar, how mortified
my colleagues would be

to hear you say that.

If you will excuse me,
Mrs. Fox,

I do think I should keep
a close eye on Sophie today.

Of course.
Let's walk together.

We are an organization

committed to reforming
prostitutes.

The urgency is great.

Women die or disappear
every day,

through disease,
murder, suicide.

Just yesterday,
I visited a house,

a place known as
Mrs. Castaway's,

looking for a girl I'd read
about in a vile publication.

What did you find there?

The girl was long gone.

No one could say where.

And Mrs. Castaway
herself had died.

Died?

So the new madam said, before
she slammed the door in my face.

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

Oh!

Forgive me, Miss Sugar.

Oh.

You were fond
of your old madam.

In my arrogance,
I failed to imagine that.

What an imbecile I am.

♪♪

What do you want?

I wanted to verify
who you were.

Who am I?

A young woman
who has found her calling

and means to excel at it.

If I can ever be
of service...

[Continues reciting]

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

♪♪

[Woman shrieking]

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Christopher?

I think you've
mistaken your way.

I was looking for the little boy
who used to answer the door.

If it's little boys he's after,
send him to Mrs. Talbot's.

It's not a man, dear, it's
a lady from the Rescue Society.

[Thud]

My name is Sugar.
I used to work here.

Sugar?

I'd never have...

Oh, well, come in,
dear, come in.

Someone was asking for you
only a couple of days ago.

Your fame endures.

Quite a change,
isn't it?

Man: Ah!

[Whip cracks]Uhh!

Woman: Ah! Ah!

May I have a word
with Amy?

The girl who used to
play the cello.

Alas, Amy felt
our house had become

too specialized
for her talents.

Took the boy with her.
Quite where escapes me.

So many new houses,
one can hardly keep up.

And, truth be told,
with Amy gone

and me no longer
on what you might call

the factory floor,
we're two girls down.

I came to ask about my --
About Mrs. Castaway.

Oh, she passed, dear.

But how?

How did she die?

In her sleep, dear.

[Sighs] Did she leave
anything for me --

a letter, a message?

And what happened
to her

aftershe was found,

her remains?

Undertakers took her away.
Isn't that right, dear?

I believe so. Rookes, Brookes,
something like that.

Aww.

Well, do call in again,
dear, if you're passing.

A charm to see you.

You do look different.

My life is
very different now.

Is it?

You've filled out so.
Inn't she?

Indeed.

In fact, I wonder, is there
something we should know?

[Both laughing]

[Vomiting]

[Sobbing, coughing]

[Knock at door]

Miss Sugar, Mr. Rackham
was asking if you were back.

Can you sew?

Sew?

Yes. Could you alter
a dress of Agnes's

so that it'd f-fit you?

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

[Sighs] Even if
I were a seamstress,

Agnes and I were
very different shapes.

Shame. I'd arranged
for us all to go

on a little outing together
t-tomorrow afternoon.

"Us all"?

You, me, and Sophie.
To the photographer's studio.

A family portrait.

♪♪

Good day, sir.

Mr. Tovey.

Madam. This way.

♪♪

Sophie.

♪♪

♪♪

This dress must've shrunk.
[Laughs]

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♪♪

♪♪

TOVEY:
I shall now summon

an elephant from the sky

and balance it

on the tip of my nose.

Three, two, one.

[Camera cranks]Marvelous.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Birds chirping]

Hello, Sophie.

Papá!

I have something
for you.

[Groaning]

Well,
what do you think?

William?

What a pleasant surprise!Miss Sugar, see here.

Oh, Sophie!
I look real.

It's wonderful, Sophie!

And what of
the group portrait,

the one of all
of us together?

It wasn't a success,
I'm afraid.

Oh.
Oh, dear.

Perhaps we can try again
another day.

Yes, Sophie,
perhaps we will.

It is a risk,
of course.

The engineering is
in its infancy.

Leave things
as they are.

To recoup
your investment,

you'd need 10 years'
excellent harvests

and no expansion
from your competitors.

Oh, it's...

The next century belongs
to Pears and Yardley.

I can feel it
in my bones.

And without an heir
to succeed me --

Without an heir so far.

You are a man
in his prime, William.

Do you remember
when we first met?

[Laughs wheezily]

I told you I would do
anything for you.

[Gasps]
We should be in bed.

My thoughts exactly.

No.

Seriously,
look at the time.

[Suspenseful music playing]

You stupid, stupid girl.

♪♪

♪♪

Oh! [Gasps]

[Gasping]

[Sobbing]

♪♪

♪♪

[Gasps]

[Crying]

[Indistinct conversations]

Caroline: Hello, sir.
Are you looking for me?

Sugar?

Is that --
Is that you?

Oh!

[Laughs]

I hadheard
about Mrs. C.

When did she die,
do you know?

A while ago.

She didn't
leave you nothing?

A letter, even?

I'm sorry.

I loved my mother.

Can I use your pot?

Help yourself.
Oh, thank you.

It's even clean.

[Urinating]

Would you mind?

Light a candle for her
sometimes, my mum.

Not in church,
just in here.

Can you pass me
a handkerchief from my bag?

You been shopping.

Pennyroyal
and brewer's yeast.

One of the maids.

She tried zinc
and borax?

To no avail.

I hate that the worst.

Hurts like hell,

the burning.

Poor girl.

Yes, it does.

What's this?

Light a candle for me.

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[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

♪♪

Sophie: "Who am I, then?

Tell me that first,
and then,

if I like being that person,
I'll come up.

If not, I'll stay down here
till I'm somebody else."

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

Excuse me, Sophie.

I just need to go
outside for a moment.

♪♪

[Sniffling, crying]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Speaking indistinctly]

♪♪

Letty: Mr. Rackham!

[Gasps]

♪♪

Mr. Rackham!

♪♪

Janey!

Follow me!

♪♪

♪♪

[Birds chirping]

[Gasps]

[Crying] Oh, William,
I'm so sorry.

[Doorbell rings]

That will be Dr. Curlew.

For me?

Do not move
from this bed.

We've had quite enough
sick women in this house.

I want you well.

[Gasps]

People break necks
falling off a chair.

You have fallen
down a staircase

and only have a badly
sprained ankle

and a number of bruises
to show for it.

You may not be aware
of those bruises, as yet,

but you will be.

Keep to your bed
as much as possible.

I have duties to perform.

Then it would be much better,
in your condition --

Dr. Curlew,

I am employed
in this house.

[Knock at door]

Enter.

How's the patient?

Remarkably well.

Miss Sugar
is extremely robust.

Hello, Sophie.

Here, take these books
from me.

♪♪

Oh.

[Groans softly]

[Sighs]

♪♪

Oh, for heaven's sake,

aren't you the least bit
curious what happened to me?

Letty said
that you fell down

a long, long way
and that I mustn't stare.

I'll be better
very soon.

And now that your father

feels well enough to do
his own correspondence,

you and I can spend
more time together.

And I think we are
in New Zealand.

Bodley:
Dear Rackers...

"Rackers."

...deepest condolences
aside,

anyone would think
it wasyou who were dead.

♪♪

Bodley: The new book
is our best yet.

Art: as Understood
by the Working Man.

Less contentious than usual.Don't you believe it.

We got ahold of a variety
of rude working folk --

chimney sweeps,

fishsellers, kitchen maids,
costermongers, so forth...

And showed them engravings
of famous paintings...

Then asked them
their opinion.

[Laughter]

[Drumming]

Huzzah!

[Laughter]

So, William,

do tell us what you intend
to do about Constance.

Constance?

We're dying to hear.Our dear Lady Bridgelow.

What about her?

You don't want
to marry her?

[Scoffs] I had no idea she had
any desire to marry me.

Come on, Bill.

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

[Both laugh]She has her pride.

[Chuckles]

So, what do you fancy?

Mrs. Terence's is nearby.

The Welsh one
will be taken by now,

and I don't much care
for the others.

Mrs. Ford's?

Expensive,
for what you get.

Oh.

These have a cheerful
air about them.

Nice weather
we're having.

You never had anyone
like me, dear.

Me neither.

[Dog barks nearby]

In the mouth.
How much?

♪♪

Oh. Ay!

Go on, sir.I don't have a sheath on me.

I went to the doctor's
last week, sir.

Says I'm as clean
as a kitten.

Even so.

I've got a fine,
silky hole, sir.

A connoisseur's conch.

Oh! Hunh.

♪♪

[Spits]

[Spitting]

♪♪

Ahh!

♪♪

[Panting]

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

♪♪

[Arguing]

Bill.

Are you with us?!

Rackers, he had a tiny,
tiny, minor misstep.

Well, eat it, Rackers!

[Door opens]

William.

What are you doing
in here?

I'm attending
to your correspondence.

Are you all right?

You're covered in --

Where have you been?

Oh, I know, don't I?

I know
where you've been.

That is none
of your business!

Just hobble off,
back to your room!

I have no further
need for you.

Go on!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Who amI?

My name is Sugar.

I am what you would call
a fallen woman,

but I assure you,
I did not fall.

I was pushed.

Vile man, eternal Adam,

I indict you.

♪♪

♪♪

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

Please forgive me.

What time is it?

[Crying] Almost dawn.
Sugar, I am so sorry.

I wasn't myself before.

I collapsed in town,
drunk,

a complete disgrace.

I'm sober now.

It will
never happen again.

Of course not, William.

N-No, I am determined.

Things are going to be
different.

You'll see.

I would like you and Sophie
to join me tomorrow,

a visit
of my soap factory.

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

There is someone else
I'm meeting there,

someone I'm loath
to inconvenience.

I see.

Of course you do.

I have not told you
often enough

what a treasure you are.

You should get
some sleep now.

♪♪

♪♪

Take care, Cheesman.I always do, Miss Sugar.

♪♪

♪♪

You are very nicely
turned out, Sophie.

Look, Sophie.

We're here to meet an associate
of your father's.

William: Ah!

Bridgelow: No, no, it's my
fault for arriving early.

I've been looking forward
to it so much, you see.

It's hard to believe
my humble little factory

could inspire
such enthusiasm.

Do you doubt my word?
[Chuckles]

Of course,
what you see here

is not exactly soap
manufacture, as such.

That is a very dirty business
and not the work of a perfumer.

Miss!I'm all right, Sophie.

This area is dedicated
to the production

of Rackham's Honeysuckle.

Relieves itching
quite miraculously,

I am told.

There.

William,
this is so amusing.

Do you really think so?

These stairs lead
to the blue room,

which houses the production
of Rackham's Puressence,

our signature scent.

The factory
was originally built

to be a sewerworks,
which is ironic.

Ah, this is one
of our new developments,

Jeunesse Eternelle.

The orange color
comes from carrots.

[Whispering] Miss...

I need to go piddle.

Mr. Rackham,

is there, on the premises,
a room with --

with washing
facilities?

Uh, someone
will show you.

Ah!

Ow.

[Crying]

[Urinating]

[Crying]

Oh, God.
[Sobbing]

Oh, God!

[Gasping]

[Vomiting,
shuddering]

[Thud]

[Clatter]

[Gasping]

[Thud]Uhh!

[Gasps]

[Sobbing]

Please,
please help me.

I'll get someone.

No! No.

Youhave to help me.

[Sobbing]

Please. Please.

Please.

Oh!

[Sobbing]

[Moans]

Th-Thank you.
Thank you.

We must go.

[Sniffles]
Let's g-go.

Oh.

♪♪

♪♪

Arms in.

It's a bit early
for bed.

I don't mind, Miss.
I'm tired.

♪♪

I'm very grateful
to you, Sophie.

You rescued me.

♪♪

♪♪

[Crying] Don't die,
Miss Sugar.

Please don't die.

Oh!

[Crying]

I won't die.

I promise.

[Sniffling]

It's all right,
little one.

Don't you worry
about anything.

You just trust me.

♪♪

[Sighs]

[Doorbell rings]

Forgive the late hour.

I was visiting
a neighbor of yours.

William: What is it?

There was something I could
scarcely fail to notice

the last time I was
in this house.

I should, perhaps, have spoken
to you about it at the time.

You sent for me?

Yes.

Do not sit down.
There's no need.

It has come to my notice
that you are with child.

[Sniffs]

It is therefore
impossible

that you remain
as my daughter's governess.

[Gasps]

William --Your wages are enclosed.

Please be prepared
to leave...

William, there has been
a misunderstanding....on the 1st of March.

Further discussion
is out of the question.

Do notattempt
to come and see me again.

[Crying]

Thank you.

♪♪

Dear William,

forgive me saying so,
but you are mistaken.

Iwas, briefly, afflicted
with a painful swelling,

which has since passed and I
now have my monthly courses,

as you can discover,
to your own satisfaction --

Dear William, please,

every hour that I wait
for your reply

is torture.

Remember that I am devoted
to assisting you

and sparing you
inconvenience.

[Sniffles]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Knock on door]

Excuse me, Miss Sugar.

Mr. Rackham has asked

if Miss Sophie
might be brought down.

We'll just tidy ourselves
up a bit.

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

I see.

Would you wait
outside a moment?

Of course, Miss.

[Footsteps depart]

Come on, Sophie,
stand up.

I think your father
has some news for you.

Most probably, he is about
to tell you something,

and -- and I want you to tell
him something in return.

I want you to tell him
how you feel about me.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Then everything's
going to be all right.

[Crying]

♪♪

[Sobbing]
They're sending you away!

But did you tell him?

I told him that I love you.
[Sniffles]

How darehe do this?

How darehe do this
to mychild?

♪♪

Miss Townsley.

Indeed.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Hello, Sophie.

I'd like to introduce you
to Miss Townsley.

Hello, Miss Townsley.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Have you any French,
child?

French wasn't one of
Miss Sugar's accomplishments.

What about the piano?

Again, I'm afraid Miss Sugar
came up rather short.

[Sniffling]

WILLIAM: I think it best

Miss Sugar leave
immediately,

to prevent further
distress to Sophie.

If, as you say she has formed
a very strong attachment,

I think that might be
preferable.

But does your governess
have somewhere to go?

Oh, yes.

She can always go home
to her mother.

Oh.

[Suspenseful music playing]

[Door opens]

Miss Sugar!

I thought we might go
for an adventure

outside today, Sophie.
it's getting so stuffy in here.

Yes, Miss.

Don't forget your muffler.

Yes.

♪♪

What about your spyglass?

♪♪

Goodness, Miss, we are taking
a lotof stories with us.

We're going on a great
expedition, Sophie.

Who knows what provisions
we may need?

Is it America tomorrow?

America tomorrow.

♪♪

♪♪

Heavy bags
you got there, Miss.

Going far with them?

You're impertinent,
Cheesman.

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

Your return?

That be soon, then?

[Birds chirping]

I shall speak to you
in private.

Sophie?
Yes, Miss?

I shall be back in a minute.Yes, Miss.

£10, Cheesman.

Aren't we grand?

A small fortune for you.

I wondered, after
Mrs. Rackham met her doom,

if you weren't hoping
to take her place.

Take the money
and let us be on our way.

I saw her...

dragged from the river.

There was nothing left
to recognize...

except her hair.

Those long blond locks...

full of weed
and dirty water.

You see, money's all well
and good, Miss,

but what I'd like is something
a little more personal.

[Speaking indistinctly]

♪♪

I want a taste
of what he'shad.

♪♪

Ohh!

[Thud, clatter]

[Groans] Bitch!

[Smash] Ugh!

[Gasping]

♪♪

Where arewe going,
Miss?

Somewhere nice.

♪♪

Shall I carry
a bag, Miss?

No, they're too heavy
for you,Sophie.

Let's take a ride
on the omnibus.

Run ahead so the conductor
can see we want to get on.

♪♪

♪♪

[Gasps] Oh!

Oh!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Where are we going
now, Miss?

Somewhere very interesting.
I promise.

♪♪

♪♪

How smug you are,
reader,

if you are a member
of that sex

that boasts a scrag
of gristle in your trousers.

You fancy this book
will amuse you, thrill you,

rescue you from
the horror of boredom

and that,
having consumed it,

you will be left at liberty
to resume your life as before.

But this book is different.
This book is a knife.

Keep your wits about you.

Youwill need them.

Hello!

[Laughter in distance]

Open the door!

Amelia: Whether I open
the door or not

depends on how bad a boy
you've been.

Have you been very bad?

I want to speak
to Mrs. C-Castaway.

♪♪

She's long dead.

It's Sugar I'm after.

It is imperative
that I f-find her.

I will pay whatever you ask!Please lower your voice, sir.

Firstly,
the girl you call "Sugar"

has renounced the gay life.

Secondly,
your soaps and ointments

are not improved by having
your image on them.

Lord, grant us some places

where we don't have to see
a man's face.

And, lastly, try Mrs. Leek's.

♪♪

Agh!

♪♪

Mr. Forty Acres,

we arehonored.
You.

Caroline:
Looking for me, sir?

No.

[Crying]
I'm looking for Sugar.

She has stolen my daughter.Stolen?

[Both laugh]

Please.
I have lost everything.

Did you know that
of every 10 persons

drowned in England and Wales,

6 will be children?

You've got her.

Oi! Hey!

7 pence!

Watch your step, sir.

Some of them stairs is --

[Clatter, thumping]William: Oh! Agh!

[Thumping]Ugh!

[Thumping]Ugh!

[Woman shrieking, man shouting]

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[Whistle blows]

Miss...

will we get where we're
going to go in time for bed?

We're going on a very
long journey, Sophie,

but when we get there,

I promise, you will have
the warmest, safest,

nicest bed

in the whole world.

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America tomorrow.

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[Whistle blows]

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[Woman vocalizing]

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