All language subtitles for Lorna Doone (2000) 2

JOHN: There's Carver.

- (Whispering) Let's get them.
- Wait.

Wait for it.

Kill every man and child and burn the damn place
to the ground. Go on, do it.

- Come on, Stickles.
- Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Fire!

Not bad for a woman.

Better than most men, in fact.

Man in back!

Get down!

John Ridd!

Show yourself, you coward.

Ready, John?

0ne, two, three.

(Shrieking)

Carver!

- Get out of my way!
- No!

Lizzie, move!

Get out of the way!

Get him off!

No!

- Get off!
- Annie.

- Get out!
- Sergeant Bloxham!

- Get him off me! Get off!
- You're coming with me!

- Come.
- No, Lizzie, don't.

I said, come here.

Get off her, Marwood.

Marwood. Come on, let's get out of here.

Marwood!

Tom! Leave him. Let him go.

- Give me that gun!
- No, Mistress!

Stop! Please, no.

- Carver!
- Where is she, Ridd?

L0RNA: John, no!

No, John.

Stop!

Leave him.

- No.
- Get off. Get off me!

- Am I going to die?
- Not yet.

You have Miss Huckaback to thank for that.

It was a clean wound, Captain Stickles.
There's no infection.

It hurts like hell.

But thank you.

Now, drink this.

It will help you sleep.

John, John, here you go.

I'm sorry, John.

It was only a barn.

We can build it again.

- You should have let me kill him.
- Lf I had, you'd be no better than him.

A cold-blooded murderer.

- You're sure that's the only reason?
- What do you mean?

You tell me that all you want is to be free of him.

When a chance comes, you stop me.

Now, I have to ask myself, why?
What hold does he have over you?

- What is it you're accusing me of?
- There's something you're not telling me.

- I've told you everything.
- Have you?

So why does Carver care so much
for a woman who hates him?

There was a time when I thought I could love him.

- He imagines I still have feelings for him.
- Do you?

- How dare you stand there and ask me that!
- Do you love him?

If you don't know the answer to that by now,
then nothing I say will make any difference.

(Lorna sobbing)

Come with me.

If I can't have you,

then no one else will.

No, please.

No.

I will never ever give you up.

Lorna!

Was it him?

Shh, it's all right.

(Anguished gasping)

Ensor would be ashamed of you.
You made a mistake.

- You underestimated them.
- It won't happen again.

- What will you do now?
- Take 20 men.

- Finish the job properly.
- Then you've learned nothing.

What do you suggest?

Wait.

- Lf we lose Lorna, we lose everything.
- We haven't lost her yet.

You saved my life.

- I suppose I should thank you.
- There's no need.

If you werert a Doone, I could almost like you.

- Is that all right?
- I'll take it.

You're so fussy, Lizzie.

Well, that's beautiful.

I've never seen you wearing it before.

- It was my mother's.
- Have you any idea what it's won'th?

Tom.

In the world's terms, very little, I think.

May I?

- Lock the door someone.
- Quiet, Lizzie.

The setting is magnificent.

- I'd love to know where this came from.
- I told you, it was my mother's.

These are the finest gems I've ever seen.

If you sold this for �1,000 it would be too little.

If I took this to London,
I could discover its history for certain.

What? Don't you trust me?

The most notorious highwayman
in the West Country?

- 0f course we do.
- Reformed highwayman, Sarah.

- Draw Tom a picture, Lizzie.
- All right.

You can take that to London.

- What is it, Annie?
- Nothing.

- 0nly once you're on the road again...
- I might slip back into my old bad habits?

Those days are over. I swear it.

You are my life now.

I won't do anything to risk losing that.

Come on, Winnie, come on.

If I had known about this attack,
I would've stopped it.

It was hasty and ill-advised...

and I'm sorry for it.

There should be no more bad blood
between our families.

- It's time we brought this quarrel to an end.
- The quarrel was not of our making.

Perhaps not. But we must think of the future now.

Wort you kiss your uncle, Lorna?

I hope you will at least agree
I have some say in her future.

I am her guardian, after all.

Guardian?

As the oldest surviving son of Sir Ensor Doone,
who else should fill the role but me?

I stand in place of your father, Lorna,
and as such I'm here to give my full consent

- to your marriage with John Ridd.
- 0h, John.

All I ask for in return is that you shall
make your future home in the Doone Valley...

where Lorna rightfully belongs.

My son has been brought up an honest man.

Not the best preparation for life
among the Doones, I grant you.

- I'd rather die than join your gang of murderers.
- And you?

- What do you say?
- I'll never come back.

I had hoped for some small gesture of thanks
in return for my blessing.

I might be grateful, if I didn't know you better.

Now you insult me.

Well, I do not hold it against you.
You are young and impulsive.

Like my son Carver.

There is one more thing you should know.

It pains me to be the bearer of this news.

There is a secret that binds the two of you
together more closely than you think.

- Go on, Counsellor.
- It is simply this.

Your fathers killed each other at Porlock.

He's lying.

0f course, there is no reason why
you should let this come between you.

I do not presume to ask your forgiveness
for the past, mistress,

but I may at least hope for a better future
between us.

I'm sure my family shares that hope.

It is late to begin my journey.

In the spirit of our new understanding,

would it be too much to ask for a bed
for the night?

Follow me, sir.

(Door closing)

I can still see it as though it was yesterday.

They surrounded him...

and then there was a shot, I don't know who from.

I held him in my arms as he died.

- He could be telling the truth.
- But he isn't.

The truth means nothing to him.

You don't know Counsellor's lies
and scheming like I do.

I hardly slept a wink last night
knowing that man was in the house.

- When did he go?
- First light, thank God.

Good riddance.

Whatever happened in the past is done with now.

It's gone. My necklace.

I left it on the table by my bed last night.

Counsellor.

You finished yet?

Cabbage for us
and a couple of worms for Captain Stickles.

- Nice.
- Lf he ever wakes up, that is.

If I didn't know better, I might think
you had ideas about my sister, Sergeant.

No.

Let me just say, she's a lovely girl and...

Sorry.

Don't worry, you can have her.
I'll even throw in a cow, if you like.

(Horse neighing)

- Tom!
- Whoa, Winnie, whoa.

- I love you.
- Tom, it's been so long.

John, I need to speak to you alone.

In the barn, now.

I showed this to an old friend of mine.

- 0r some villain or other.
- A villain, perhaps,

but he knows the history
of every important jewel in England.

He recognised it instantly.

The necklace is even more valuable
than I thought.

It belonged to the last Countess of Dugal.

- Dugal?
- Yeah.

It should've never rightfully belonged
to the Doones.

I wish it was that simple.
The Countess was heir to Lord Lorne.

She married and had two children,
a boy and a girl,

but her husband died of a fever on the continent.

She made her way home
with the rest of her family.

From Plymouth,
she set out for the family estate in Scotland.

But she never arrived.

- Get out!
- Mother!

Help!

The boy was murdered.

The Countess was found alive,
but died of her wounds a few days later.

Though not before a terrible story of slaughter
and kidnap had become notorious.

JOHN: And the little girl?

T0M: She was never seen again.

JOHN: Lorna.

T0M: Lorna Doone is no Doone at all.

She's the rightful heiress
to one of the largest fortunes in the land.

There was nothing coincidental about the ambush.

Ensor was a cousin of Lord Lorne.

There was a dispute between them
over a bequest of land,

so he brought his family to Exmoor
and plotted his revenge.

Ensor knew that if one of his family would have
married the only living descendant of Lord Lorne...

You mean Lorna.

...he would regain the land
that once belonged to him.

So what do we do now?

- Well, we tell her, of course.
- Well, tell her what?

Tell her what?

That the man that she loved as her grandfather
murdered her mother and her brother?

And if she really is this grand lady...

she'll have to go away, won't she?

She's happy here with us.

Why disturb everything again now?

She has the right to know who she is.

JOHN: And Ensor Doone, who Lorna had always
thought of as her grandfather,

had, in fact, kidnapped her.

So that's how it is, Lorna.
Ensor stole you from your rightful place.

There was never a word of truth in anything
the Doones said.

I told you Counsellor was lying about our fathers.

- Arert you glad?
- 0f course.

But what about your ineritance?

- That means nothing to me.
- Perhaps you don't understand, Lorna.

- I mean, my lady.
- Don't call me that.

I'm Lorna, just as I was a minute ago.

In London,
you would keep company with kings and queens.

- Think of that, miss.
- Then I won't go to London.

Arert you happy, Lizzie?

You can love me as a sister now, can't you?

- Tell them how ridiculous they're being.
- You don't understand, Lorna.

The Ridds are ordinary people. Farmers.

- And we can't just pretend this never happened.
- That's exactly what we'll do.

For the first time in my life, I am truly happy.

I am loved for who I am,
and not for any selfish reason.

I have the right to live my life in any way I want.

It's my decision.

No, it isn't.

You don't know how famous you are.

The lost daughter of the Countess of Dugal
was made a ward of the Chancery court.

The King himself is your legal guardian.

And till you come into your ineritance,
your future is not yours to decide.

It can't be true.

I'm sorry, my lady,
but I've no option but to take you back with me.

Um...

You know I'm not much good with words. But I...

You love me, and you think we ought
to get married when you get your commission.

- Well...
- I agree.

You can kiss me, if you like.

- Will you write to me?
- Every day.

I promise I'll come back as soon as I can.

You say that now.

- You're far above me in the world.
- I love you.

Wherever I go, whatever happens to me...

that will never change.

As long as you still want me,

I will be yours.

(Stickles clearing his throat)

Up you go, missus.

John.

These are... These are my letters.

These are my letters!

She sent them back.

MAN 1: Are you sure they're ready?
MAN 2: They're ready.

Counsellor!

- Leave us.
- Yes, sir.

Counsellor.

We need to talk about your attack
on the Ridd farm.

- Why?
- With respect, sir, it was disastrous.

I mean, unfortunate, of course.

But my contacts at court warned me
the consequences could be severe.

Why would the government care about
our business with that farmer?

- You shot Judge Jeffreys' men.
- We had no idea he was there.

Perhaps not, but Jeffreys doesn't know that.

- The Doones have no quarrel with the King.
- You have it, whether you want it or not.

Jeffreys already had his suspicions.
After this, he'll be certain you are rebels.

Your only hope now... is the Duke of Monmouth.

The moment Charles dies,

Monmouth will land and declare himself
the rightful King of England.

He will sweep
the Catholic traitor James from the throne.

- Suppose Monmouth's rebellion fails?
- It won't.

He is already strong and with your support,
he will be stronger.

And when he's king,
you can be sure he will be generous to his allies.

I can guarantee nothing, of course.

But I'm sure that Monmouth will look kindly
on the return of your...

ancient Scottish land.

With Monmouth king, we need no longer depend
on Lorna for our future.

Lorna belongs to me and I will have her.

I think the poor boy's in love.

Mock me at your peril, old man.
I could snap you like a twig.

(Choking)

Put him down.

My son has listened to your advice
and he will give his answer in good time.

We'd better get going
before Tom changes his mind.

John.

0kay.

You look beautiful.

Come on.

You do.

Lovely.

JOHN: Come on!

(Traditional folk music playing)

It will be you next, boy.

You need two people to make a marriage, Uncle.

Take it from me, there's someone very close
to you just waiting to be asked.

- I wouldn't call London close.
- I'm talking about here, under your very nose.

She loves you, boy. Any fool can see that.

Why don't you just get over there
and ask her to dance? Go on.

Why not?

Will you dance, Ruth?

You should visit more often, Ruth.
We don't see you enough.

You know, I...

- I have a high regard for you.
- I thought your regard was reserved for another.

I'm under no obligation to anyone.

- I was talking of love, not obligation.
- Whatever you've heard, it's not true.

I'm a free man.

Free to love anyone I want.

What about you?

Do you love anyone?

There is someone
I hold above all others in my affections.

Then he's a lucky man.

And does he feel the same way about you?

He knows nothing of my feelings for him.

- Perhaps he knows more than you think.
- That is for him to say.

Ruth, I'm sorry. I...

Forgive me.

- Come on, now.
- Come here and give me a kiss.

- We're away. Walk on.
- Be sure to take care of my sister.

- Bye, Annie. Take care.
- Bye, Annie. Bye, Tom.

- She might have married a more stable sort.
- Bye!

Family life will settle him.

Bye!

Is this how you think a leader should behave?
Getting drunk at all hours of the day?

Go away.

You have responsibilities.
It's time you started taking them seriously.

- What responsibilities?
- You know what they are.

It's just you would rather wallow
in self-pity over Lorna.

- Don't talk to me about her.
- It's time to let go.

Take another woman, if you want one so badly.

Leave me alone, both of you.

Put your mind to it.

You can achieve anything.
You have greatness in you.

Your men would walk through fire for you.

- Don't let them down.
- What is it you want, Father?

We must pledge our allegiance to Monmouth
before it's too late.

We can go home to our lands in glory.

0r we can stay here...

and rot.

That is your choice.

(Congregation singing hymns)

# Beneath the shadow of Thy throne

# Thy saints have... #

(Door opening)

King Charles is dead! Poisoned by the papists!

Lord Monmouth has landed at Lyme Regis
to claim the throne,

and every man in Dorset and Somerset
is joining his army.

Who says King Charles was poisoned?

Well...

(Stammering) Well, I heard it
in a tavern from a man

who knows a cousin of the Queers chambermaid.

He said that Monmouth had won great battles
in Axminster and Bridport,

and marches on London within the week.

To hell with James and popery.

Don't be such damn fools.

If you have any sense, you'll stay out of this.

I never took you for a papist before, John Ridd.

Even if I was...

my religion is my own affair.

As it should be every mars.

- A Protestant king for a Protestant country.
- ALL: Yes.

Why should we care who sits on the throne?

What do they have to do with us?

Does the King harvest your crop, Sam?

Or milk your cows?

Does he bring in the sheep from the moors
in the bad weather?

Let the rich and the powerful fight their battles,
if they must,

but leave us out of it.

MAN: Yes, John.

The Doones...

are pledged to support Monmouth.

Is that the kind of company you want to keep?

Many men will die in this adventure.

But none from this parish, if I can help it.

Go. Go on!

If you really want to.

(Door opening)

(Annie sobbing)

Annie?

- What is it? What's the matter?
- It's Tommy.

He's gone off with Monmouth and the rebels.

You have to go after him.

He's been drinking more and more...

and talking about the old days
when he was a highwayman.

Here, Annie. Drink this.

- Because he was getting bored with farming.
- Why Monmouth?

I think he'd have joined up with the Turkish army
if they'd been passing by.

I was always scared
he'd come to no good one day...

Don't say anything against him, Mother.
I won't hear it.

My baby can't be fatherless before it's born.

Bring him back to me, John.

Please.

You don't have to do this.

Why should you risk your life for him?

Because he'd do the same for me.

If I don't come back...

tell Lorna...

Doesrt matter.

Whoa.

(Cannon firing)

Soldier.

Soldier.

OFFICER:
Get ready to move out on the signal.

Soldier, what is it?

OFFICER: Look behind you
and start retreating.

- Where's Monmouth's army?
- Monmouth is finished.

Everyone's for the King now.

- I'm looking for Tom Faggus.
- He's dead. All dead.

Winnie.

OFFICER: You four men,
move ground to the left.

The rest of you, wait till
I tell you to move right.

Damn you, Tom.

Tom. Come on.

Drink.

You know I prefer brandy.

Yes.

- Do you think you can move?
- No, no, no.

Put me on Winnie's back, and we'll die together.

Hey, you are not gonna die.

- Alive or dead, she'll take me back to Annie.
- You should never have left her.

- All things considered, I agree.
- Come on.

(Groaning)

Steady, Winnie.

Steady. Come on, come with me.

Come on, come on.

- Whoa, Winnie. Whoa.
- Whoa.

- Careful.
- No one will get me now.

I'll follow you as soon as I can. Go. Go, Winnie.

Pull harder!

Pull, I say!

Keep moving!

God save the King.

- Down from your horse, rebel.
- I'm a faithful servant of King James.

Then drink his health with us.

The King.

How much ransom
would a mother pay for you, rebel?

I told you, I'm no rebel.

- I'm an honest farmer.
- A farmer?

Well, then, come to our barren tree
and make it fruitful.

- I have the right to a fair hearing.
- Traitors have no rights.

Come here. Come on.

- Shoot him, you idiots.
- Hold your fire!

- What is the meaning of this?
- I can vouch for this man. He's honest and loyal.

In which case,
why was he riding away from the battlefield?

No doubt he has some good reason.

All prisoners must answer
to the Lord Chief Justice.

He will, I promise.

I hold you personally answerable, Captain Stickles.

Thank God you came.

You saved my life once, John.

- Honoured to return the favour.
- Don't leave it quite so late next time.

I wish I could set you free.

If I turn you loose,
you'll be branded an outlaw and hunted down.

- So where are we going?
- London.

Mind your backs.

Mind your backs, coming through.

We lost 10 men at Sedgemoor, another 6 after.
That leaves barely more than 30 fit to fight.

It's enough. 0ne well-armed man could hold
the Doone gate against an army of 10,000.

We can't defend this place forever.

They're hanging anyone who fought
with Monmouth.

If we stay here, they'll kill us all in the end.

- We should think about leaving.
- This is Doone land. I will never give it up.

We will stand or fall here.

- Listen...
- I listened to you before and look what happened.

When Lorna comes home...

she'll find me here, waiting for her.

For heavens sake, forget about her now!
You've lost her.

Never.

OFFICER: Thomas Can'ter, rebel.

JEFFREYS: Guilty. Death by hanging.

OFFICER: Septimus Pope, rebel.

JEFFREYS: Hanging.

OFFICER: Christopher Belton, rebel.

- Hanging.
- My Lord, I'm innocent.

My dear fellow...

if you were innocent you wouldn't be here.

OFFICER: John Ridd, rebel.

- Hanging.
- My lord!

This man has done good service to the Crown.

John Ridd, I remember you well.

I fear you took little heed of my advice.

I've done nothing wrong!

I think you gambled at politics
and backed the losing side.

Well, you must pay your debt. It's a pity.

My lord, I'm certain he's loyal to the King.

- Has he proof of this?
- No.

But with your indulgence, he may yet produce it.

Captain, you have five seconds
to explain your riddles before I hang you, too.

It is well known that the Doones
were among Monmouth's closest allies.

No one knows their ways better than this man.
Let him be your instrument in their destruction.

Do I need a rebel farmer's help
to rid King James of his enemies?

0f course not, my lord,
but the Doones' stronghold is well protected.

Your Honour, give me a few well-trained men
and I can finish the job once and for all.

Very well.

Succeed against the Doones
and your loyalty will be well rewarded.

Fail and you'll join them on the scaffold.

Give him what he needs.

Come on, John. Stand aside!

STICKLES: Uncuff this man.
OFFICER: Tom Neff, rebel.

JEFFREYS: Guilty. Death by hanging.

OFFICER: Ned Grimes, rebel.

JEFFREYS: Hanging.

OFFICER: Baron de Whichehalse, rebel.

There's something I need to do before we go.

I take it you're talking about Lorna.

- I have to see her.
- It won't be easy.

There's nothing of the farm girl left now.

Lady Dugal's wealth and beauty
are the toast of society.

She's said to be a favourite
of Queen Mary herself.

She attends Mass each week at Whitehall
with the King and his court.

We leave at dawn on Monday.

You could go and have a look tomorrow,
if you want.

John Ridd?

My Lady Dugal.

Wort you call me Lorna?

If you command it.

Command?

There's no place for commands
between old friends.

I had thought
we were a little more than friends once.

None more so than me.

Perhaps we were both mistaken.

So it seems.

Well, I see you have a...

fine house now.

It belongs to my uncle, Earl Brandir.

Why did you send for me?

I thought you might want to see me again.

There was a time

when I would have given anything to be
by your side.

And now?

Why wish for something that
can only cause me pain?

If my presence so offends you...

maybe you should leave.

John, how can you be so cruel?

You break my heart,
and then accuse me of cruelty?

I waited so long for some answer to my letters.

All those terrible days and months,
and not a single word from you.

- You wrote to me?
- Dozens of times.

Nothing ever came.

- And all my letters to you were returned.
- What letters?

You sent these to me?

Faithfully.

Then what happened?

Gwenny...

Gwenny, tell me you sent my letters.

You couldn't be some common farmer's wife.

Not now you're a fine Lady.

It's the way of the world. High don't mix with low.

- Do you know how much pain you've caused?
- I only did it for the best.

Leave us. I'll decide what to do with you later.

You should have known
I could never do such a thing to you.

I didn't know what to think.

Will you never see how much I love you?

I have a death sentence hanging over me.

And even if Jeffreys doesn't kill me,

the Doones probably will.

You'll be safe. I know it.

In any case, we both know
the King will never let you marry a man

without status or title.

I'm sure fate will provide for us somehow.

Mother!

Mother!

Dismount!

- John!
- Lizzie, I've missed you.

John.

(Baby gurgling)

- Where's Tom?
- He's safe.

Where is he?

0h, don't worry.
I'm here to bring the Doones to justice.

No one else.

He is close by.

- You mean...
- She means here.

(Tom groaning)

You should be in hiding.

You'll hang with the other rebels
if Jeffreys' men get hold of you.

I wanted to see my son.

If I'm given another chance,
I won't make the same mistake again.

When will you attack the Doones?

Tomorrow. At dawn.

I want more men at the top!

MAN: The men are all ready.

(Men laughing)

- I told you they'd all be guarding the front.
- Now we need to get nearer.

You and you, follow me. Go on.

(Whispering) We'll have to take the sentry
in this tower

before we can get to the meeting hall
through the trees.

Soldier, give me your musket.

Stop.

Who is that?

Everybody get back!

Move!

Marwood!

Tom, look out!

Who fired the shot that killed my father?

Tell me!

Carver.

Any sign of Carver?

Captain Stickles has told me of your good service
to the Crown.

In recognition, I've decided to be merciful.

You'll still be hanged, of course,
but I'll spare you the drawing and the quartering.

It was a joke.

No?

Well, the King is well pleased with you.

You may return home
without a stain on your reputation.

Against my advice, I might say,

he has also

offered you a reward of 50 gold sovereigns.

You're not pleased?

0f course, my lord. 0nly...

there's one thing that money can't buy me.

I take it you're referring to Lady Lorna Dugal?

You presume a great deal.

I know that.

Well, I'll speak to His Majesty.

The Queen is of a romantic disposition,
such a marriage might appeal to her.

But then again, you see,
Lady Lorna cannot marry a commoner.

So I suppose...

I'll have to persuade His Majesty,

and it won't be easy,

to give you a knighthood.

Thank you, my lord.

What is it now?

- There's one more thing, Your Honour.
- Go on, spit it out, man.

- A pardon for Tom Faggus.
- The man is a renegade.

You test my patience, John.

He fought with equal bravery against the Doones.

I hear his name mentioned again,
I hang him on principle.

Get out, before I change my mind.

W0MAN: It's a lovely day for a wedding.

MAN: Hurry up, you're late.
W0MAN: Come on, you're late!

Does anyone know of any reason

why these two people
should not be joined in holy matrimony?

Speak now, or forever hold your peace.

(Tom clearing throat)

Do you, Sir John Ridd, take Lorna, Lady Dugal...

to be thy lawful wedded wife?

I do.

And do you, Lorna, take Sir John Ridd

to be thy lawful wedded husband?

I do.

The ring.

Then I now pronounce you man and wife.

That which God hath joined together,
let no man put asunder.

W0MAN: No!

No!

(Women sobbing)

It was a Doone.

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

No!

(Shouts)

(Groaning)

(Horse whinnying)

- Where is she?
- Upstairs.

John.

John...

She's still warm.

She is alive.

I've removed the shot and dressed the wound.

If she survives the night, she has a chance.

Thank you.

I... I dreamt I was in a strange, dark place.

Carver was there.

He told me I had to stay with him as his queen.

You're home now.

He will never have you.

John, oh!

She's all right?

- She isn't dead!
- Lorna's all right?

- She's well, then?
- You have the luck.

BLOXHAM: Come on.