All language subtitles for Middlemarch (1994) part 5

Farebrother:
Good day, sir.

good afternoon,
Mr. Farebrother.

Hello, Fred.
Welcome to Lowick.

Have you come
to see my new home?

I’ve come to ask
a favor of you.

I’m ashamed to ask,
but there’s no one else
I can consult.

I’m glad to be
of service.

Forgive me while I try
and get some order
out of this chaos.

Henry, will you hurry
with this rug?

Man:
See you tomorrow then, Tom.

Fred:
It does seem uncommonly
hard on my father

and I feel like
an ungrateful dog,
but I –

I can’t bear
the thought of going
into the church.

I just don’t like
divinity and preaching

and feeling obliged to look
serious all the time.

Like me, you mean?

I used to wish
I’d been anything
rather than a clergyman.

But I’m not
cut out for it.

I like riding across country
and doing what other men do.

And there’s
another hindrance.

There’s someone I’m very
fond of. I’ve loved her
since we were children.

Miss Garth, I suppose?

Yes.

I shouldn’t mind anything
if she would have me.

Do you think she returns
your feelings?

She will never say so,
but I do think she cares
about me.

What I wanted to ask you...

Would you talk to her –
about me?

You see, she has
set her mind against
my being a clergyman.

And I don’t know
what to do unless
I can get at her feeling.

I would like
to learn farming, but...

that takes capital
and father can’t spare
any more.

And he says there’s
no more room for me
in his trade.

But if only she’d give
me some encouragement

I’d find some other
occupation that would
make me worthy of her.

Why are you asking me, Fred?
Surely you should talk
to her yourself.

She made me promise
not to speak about it again.

But she might listen
to what you have to say.

She thinks
so highly of you.

You’re very confident
that I shall plead
your case for you.

You must feel it
to be a very deserving one.

It isn’t that,
Mr. Farebrother, it’s...

it’s just that I don’t know
how I could live without
the hope of her.

It would be like
learning to live
with wooden legs.

Please,
speak to her for me.

In here, sir.

These are difficult
times, Dr. Lydgate.

I know what good work
you do in Middlemarch.

I wish there were
more who shared
your high opinion.

Middlemarch men
are slow to change.

You have to be patient.

I know you’ve had
considerable expenses.

Yes, purchasing
the practice and
the house of course.

The two outstanding
debts at present
are to yourself

for the silver plate,
the cutlery and the jewelry,

and to Harker
for the furniture.

I must tell you plainly,
Mr. Spooner,

I have not the wherewithal
at present to pay
either of you.

I appreciate
your frankness,
Dr. Lydgate.

And Mr. Harker is asking
for immediate payment?

Yes, yes he is.

I understand he has
creditors of his own.

You are not inclined to seek
help from Mr. Bulstrode
to pay your bills?

No, no, I...

in view of –

Public business, quite.
Above suspicion, very right
and proper.

Well, you have
the bill of sale
for the furniture?

Yes...

I’ll take this over,
Dr. Lydgate.

Along with what
you already owe
this establishment,

that would make
£527 altogether

at 5%.
Is that agreeable?

I appreciate
your understanding.

Young professional man,
establishing himself,

and the security is good.

My valuer, Mr. Manley,
will need to visit the house
to take an inventory.

An inventory?
I shouldn’t have thought
that would be necessary.

Can’t you go by
the original bill of sale?

I’ve found from long experience,
Dr. Lydgate,

it’s better to do these things
in the proper way.

It avoids
misunderstandings.

You’ll find my men
will be very tactful.

Mrs. Lydgate will hardly know
they’re there, sir.

I cannot say for certain
I’ll ever be his wife.

Certainly I will never
be his wife if he becomes
a clergyman.

How could I love a man
who takes up a profession
he doesn’t care about?

Only because it’s considered
a gentleman’s calling.

He would be ridiculous.

You think I’m
too hard on him?

He did ask me
to report exactly
what you think.

But tell me,

if he braved
all the difficulties

of getting his bread
in some other way,

would you then give him
the support of hope?

Might he then count
on winning you?

I don’t think he should
put such questions

until he has done
something worthy

instead of talking
about it

and boasting
what he could do
if he tried.

Pardon me, Mary.

I think you might say more.

Can he count on you
remaining single

until he has earned
your hand or not?

To put it
another way –

is it possible...

you might consider
bestowing your affections...

on...

another man?

When a woman’s feelings

touch the happiness
of more lives than one...

it is kinder...

kinder to all...

to be perfectly...

direct and open.

Since you think
it’s my duty, Mr. Farebrother...

I must tell you...

I do have so strong
a feeling for Fred...

that I could never give him up
for anyone else.

I could never be happy...

if I thought he was unhappy
for the loss of me.

And more than anything...

I long for him to do something
that will make him worthy
of everyone’s respect.

Thank you, Mary.

Now I’ve fulfilled
my commission.

With this prospect
before him,

we shall get Fred
into the right niche
somehow.

(laughs)

I hope I shall live
long enough

to join your hands
in marriage.

Oh, please stay.

Let me give you some tea.

No, my dear.

I must be getting back.

(piano music playing)

Come.
Come and sit by me.

Rosy...

I’m afraid
this will hurt you.

But there are things
we must face together.

Ever since our marriage,

our expenses have exceeded
our income and...

I’ve been forced to borrow

against the security
of our furniture and plate.

I still hope this will be
a temporary expedient.

After all,
we are owed almost as much
as we owe others.

But...well...

these things must be done
at what Middlemarch calls
the proper way.

Tomorrow some men are coming
to make an inventory
of the furniture.

It’s only a security.
They’re not coming to take
anything away,

just to make a list
of what we’re offering as...

security.

Have you asked
papa for money?

- No, of course not.
- Then I shall.

No, Rosy,
I don’t wish you to do that.
In any case, it’s too late.

No, you can send the men away
tomorrow when they come.

That isn’t possible.
I must insist

your father isn’t told
unless I choose to tell him.

Maybe your uncle Godwin
would help if we were
to go and visit him.

We’re not wanted
at my uncle’s, Rosy.

You don’t know everything,
Tertius.

Captain Lydgate said Sir Godwin
had the highest opinion of
his nephew’s talents,

and that Mrs. Lydgate
was the most beautiful woman

that ever graced
the table there.

Those are the words of a coxcomb
trying to turn your head
with flattery.

Understand me
when I tell you

that it is useless to appeal
to my family for help!

Then why do you tell me at all?

What do you want from me?
What can I do?

Try not to grieve.

We shall weather it.

We must, somehow,
change our way of living.

I’ve been
a thoughtless rascal.

You’re so clever that if you
turn your mind to managing,

you’ll soon school me
into carefulness.

Can we not leave
Middlemarch?

And go to London,
Tertius, or Bath or...

to Durham where
your family is known?

We can go nowhere
without money,
Rosamond.

Come.

Look.

This is Spooner’s account.

He tells me he will take
a good deal of the plate
back again and –

and any of the jewelry we like.
He’s being very good about it.

Are we to go without knives
and forks then?

No, of course not.

See...

I’ve marked a number of things
here that we rarely use.

I’ve not marked
any of the jewelry.

No. It’s useless
for me to look.

You must return
what you please.

Here is all the jewelry
you ever gave me.

You can return
what you like of it

and any of the plate
as well.

Please don’t expect me
to stay at home tomorrow.

I shall go
to papa’s.

And when will you
come back?

Oh, in the evening.

You needn’t worry, I shan’t
mention the subject to mama.

Rosy...

now we’re married,
you shouldn’t leave me
by myself

in the first trouble
that has come to us.

I shall do everything
it becomes me to do.

It is surely better to manage
the thing ourselves

and let the servants see
as little of it as possible.

Very well.

I will stay at home.

Thank you.

I shan’t touch
your jewels.

I shall write out a list
of plate that we can return.

We shall not miss that.
Oh, there’s no ink!

Here, Tertius, let me
get it for you.

Oh, Rosy, come...

Let us make
the best of things.

It will only be
for a time.

Kiss me.

Mrs. Cadwallader:
Oh, Dorothea.

- Just in time.
- You see, Mrs. Cadwallader,

I am not yet
run into madness
or melancholy.

I see, my dear,
very well and with
great pleasure.

Dear Dodo, do take off
that cap. I’m sure
it makes you feel ill.

Not at all.
I’m used to it now.

I feel rather exposed
when it’s off.

I must
see you without it.
it makes us all warm.

- There.
- Chettam: Ah, much better.

No need to make
a slavery of mourning,
not amongst your friends.

My dear Celia,
a widow must wear her mourning
for at least a year.

Well, not if she marries again
before the end of it.

Lady Chettam:
That is very rare,
I hope.

No friend of ours ever committed
herself in that way –
except Mrs. Beevor.

And severely
she was punished for it.

They say Captain Beevor dragged
her about by the hair

and held up loaded
pistols at her.

Oh, but if she took
the wrong man,

any marriage is wrong then,
first or second,

but if she can marry blood,
beauty and bravery...

the sooner the better.

I think the subject
of this conversation
is very ill chosen.

- Suppose we change it.
- Dorothea: Not on my account.

I have quite
other thoughts about my life.
I shall never marry again.

You see, I have been thinking
about what to do at Lowick.

I am going to build
a kind of colony there,

where everybody shall live
and everybody shall work.

And the work
shall be done well.

I want to know every one of
the people and be their friend.

I will consult Mr. Garth.

He will tell me what is possible
and how to go about it.

Well.

Oh, Dodo.

Then you’ll be happy
if you have plans again.

(baby coos)

And so will little Arthur.

Thank you. Yes.

Arthur says when he grows up,
he will have great plans...

and consult with Mr. Garth
about them every day.
Won’t you, baby?

Lydgate:
I feel as if I’ve lost control
of my life, Farebrother.

(sighs)
I neglect my private practice
for the new hospital.

Bills mount up.

I seem to have lost some...

intellectual edge
I once had.

Oh come,
your work on cholera
is widely admired.

Any fool could have done that.
It’s simply public education

and better standards
of cleanliness.

I wanted to do something
fundamental,

discover what primal unit
of life it is –

oh God!

I can’t even manage
my own household budget,
it seems.

Well, there you have
a lovely wife

to share the burden
with you.

Yes, she is lovely,
isn’t she?

My wife is, after all,
a lovely woman.

I must be going.

I have kept you
up too late.

Lydgate.

You were a great help to me
not so long ago.

Your helping me
to the curacy at Lowick

has enabled me to change
the course of my life,

and for the better.

I don’t wish
to embarrass you...

but is there any way
that I can help you now?

Not unless
you were very rich.

No, I’ve dug myself in,
but I shall dig myself out.

Oh, forgive me,
Farebrother.

I’m not usually
such a bear.

It’s only money,
after all.

(scoffs)

I’d site the cottages
on higher ground than you
have them here.

That’s marshy ground
down in that hollow.

Drain it as many times
as you like,

you’d never get rid
of the damp.

It’ll have
to be leveled.

It seems likely you’ll lose
some land to the railway.

There’s a great deal of fear
and doubt about it amongst
the farmers.

But I see it
as an opportunity.

The compensation will help
finance your colony.

Well, good.

And do you think
we might build

a cottage industry
here at Lowick?

- I thought perhaps a pottery?
- Aye, why not?

The clay is good
hereabouts.

And people will be always
wanting crocks.

I’ll go back and make up
new working drawings

and cost the whole thing
up directly.

Excellent.
Excellent good work to do.

Just the sort of meat
I like to get my teeth into.

You’ve made me
very happy today.

It will involve
great expense.

Oh, I don’t mind
about that, Mr. Garth.

(piano playing)

We are like two prisoners,
aren’t we?

- Are we?
- I think so.

I am a prisoner of poverty.

We are both prisoners
of gossip.

And you are a prisoner
of love,

- I believe.
- Oh?

Tertius wondered why
you stayed on so long
in Middlemarch,

after saying
you were leaving.

I said I think I know.

There is a powerful magnet
in this neighborhood.

To be sure.

- No one knows that
better than you.
- (laughs)

I speak of Mrs. Casaubon.

What a romance
it would make.

The jealous old husband
laying a plan

to spoil his young wife’s
happiness,

making a will in which she
would forfeit her property

if she marries
his young cousin.

And then I’m sure the end
will be thoroughly romantic.

Where did you hear this?

From my brother Fred.

I thought everyone
in the county had
heard of it.

You mean you didn’t know
of it yourself?

No, I did not.

Great God!

I daresay she will like you
better than the property.

- When shall we hear
about the marriage?
- Never!

You will never hear of it!

Chettam:
It’s an outrage that that
young adventurer Ladislaw

is still walking about
Middlemarch

proud as a peacock
as if he had every right to.

Mrs. Cadwallader:
I suppose he has,
Sir James.

I know it’s a disgrace
to be a foreigner,

but unfortunately
it’s not yet a crime.

Come, come,
it is no joking matter.

I suppose the whole county
knows by now about the terms
of Casaubon’s will.

By remaining here, he makes
Dorothea a subject of gossip
and speculation.

Yes, you are
quite right.

And from what I hear,
he has done very little

for young Mrs. Lydgate’s
reputation either.

I have been wondering how
I could broach the matter
to Dorothea without...

it is damnedly difficult,
forgive me.

Enough. I understand.

You shall be innocent.

I don’t mean that it’s
of any consequence –

only it’s desirable
Dorothea should know

there are reasons
why she should not
receive him again.

And I really can’t
say so to her.

It will come lightly
from you.

Trust me, Sir James.
Trust me.

Oh I hear you’re going
to Tipton, my dear?
May I come with you?

Young Mr. Ladislaw,
as I understand it,

has still not gone
from Middlemarch.

That report was
a false one.

He prefers, apparently,
to spend his day

warbling with your
Dr. Lydgate’s wife,

or lying on her rug,
some say.

But people
from manufacturing towns
were always disreputable.

You began by saying that
one report was false.

Why should this one
not be false as well?

I shall not hear evil
spoken of Mr. Ladislaw.

He has suffered too much
injustice already.

Well, heaven grant it,
my dear.

I mean that all
bad tales may be false.

But it is a pity that...

young Lydgate married
one of the Middlemarch
girls.

I mean...

wasn’t he
the son of somebody?

Oh well...

One cannot be wise
for other people.

Ooh, a chill breeze.

I do not know why
we English stubbornly

persevere
with open carriages.

I know you don’t want
to believe it,

but it would be scandalous
if you received him...

Mr. Bambridge.

I’m needing a first rate
gig horse.

I don’t suppose you know
of one that would fit the bill?

Ah ha!
That I do, Mr. Hawley.

A nice little
gray over at...

- I am getting out!
- Woman: Get out!

(slurred)
Don’t distress yourself,
dear ladies!

I know when I am not wanted!
I have friends!

Take care with that
portmanteau, you ruffian!

Boy:
Give us some money, mister.
Give us some money!

Come on,
give us some money.

He’s drunk.

Off with you,
go on!

You find...

John Raffles is at a temporary
low ebb in his fortunes.

I have to visit
a dear friend...

old Nick Bulstrode
of Stone Court.

- Mr. Bulstrode?
- Ah.

- A friend of yours?
- Oh, Nick is a dear friend.
(laughs)

I’m going that way, sir.
I can take you.

Nick’ll pay.

Oh, he’s paid before
and he’ll pay again.

- This way.
- Oh, loves to see me...

loves to pay.

- You’re a saint
and a Christian, sir.
- Say no more, sir.

You’re very welcome.

Such a pity that your uncle
had to run away to France
and shut up the home.

Will you come in,
Mrs. Cadwallader?

No, my dear. I shall just take
a walk through the garden.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Kell.

- Uncle’s asked me to sort
a few things out for him.
- Oh, but Mrs. Casaubon –

- I shan’t be long.
- Mr. Ladislaw is here!

Well thank you,
Mrs. Kell.

I wrote to you today.

I am going away immediately.

I could not go
without speaking to you again.

I thought we had parted
when you came to Lowick
many weeks ago.

Yes, but when we spoke before,
I was dreaming that I might

come back someday.
I don’t think I ever will now.

I wanted to say...

that I have only
lately heard the terms
of Mr. Casaubon’s will.

They insult me grossly...

both in your eyes...
and in the eyes of others.

I wanted to say
that under no

circumstances...

would I have given men
the chance of saying
I sought money...

under the pretext of seeking
something else.

There was no need of any
safeguard against me.

Your wealth
is safeguard enough!

I’m sure no safeguard
was ever needed against you.

I must go.

What will you do?

Oh, I shall work away
at the first thing that offers.

I suppose one gets
a habit of doing without
happiness or hope.

Oh, what sad words!

There are things a man can only
go through once in his life.

This experience has
happened to me while
I’m still very young.

What I care for more
than I can ever care

for anything else...

is absolutely forbidden me.

I have never done you
any injustice.

Please remember me.

How can you say that?

As if I were not in danger
of forgetting everything else!

I think I must have gotten
a chill on the road,

somewhere around
Stoney Stanton.

It’s a cold damp place...

is Stoney Stanton.

Oh, warming up now.
Oh, warming up.
(coughs)

Ah, Nicky’s a good boy.

You can say
what you like.

Are you there, Nicky?

Oh, beggar me,
I’m talking to myself.

Oh boy.

I don’t understand it,
Nicholas.

Surely he has
no further claim on us.

He is one of God’s
creatures, Harriet.

That is his claim.

“If thou doest it for
the least of my brethren,

- thou doest it for Me.”
- But, Nicholas –

I know, my dear.
He is repulsive...

degraded.

But you need not see
or speak to him.

Mrs. Abel will tend
to his needs.

And I shall send him away
at first light tomorrow

in my own carriage.

You are very good,
Nicholas.

I knew him in other days
before he had sunk so deep.

Nick!

Nicky old man.

Oh, come and keep me company.

(moaning)

(muttering)

(coughs)

(snoring)

Wake up!

Wake up, sir!

Oh, ha!
Nick.

You be silent and hear
what I have to say.

My carriage will be here
in ten minutes,

at 7:00.

And I shall conduct you
as far as Ilsley myself.

- (moans)
- I will furnish you
with a reasonable sum.

But if you present
yourself here again,

if you return
to Middlemarch,

if you use your tongue
against me,

you will have to live
on such fruits as your
malice can bring you!

- (moans)
- I know the worst
you can do against me!

And I shall brave it

if you dare to thrust
yourself on me again!

Now get up, sir,
and do as I order you!

Or I shall send
for the constable to take
you off my premises.

(moans)

But he will return...

if death doesn’t
take him first.

Why do You allow him
to torment me so?

Bit more
to the left there.

Right, let’s take
the next fifty.
Off you go.

To your left a bit.

Them railway men taking
the same measurements,
Mr. Garth?

That’s right, Tom.

We’re all at
the same work today.

We’ll be with them
by and by.

Laborer:
Damn those railway men!
The country’s overrun by them!

They’ll be cutting this land
into sixes and sevens.

Go cut up land
in another parish!

Come on!
Let’s get them, lads!

All:
Aye! Away with you!

Mr. Garth, look!

Go down and see
what’s happening, Tom.

Man:
Come back here, you!

What are you doing?

Give them all
the same medicine!

Tom! Tom!

- What are you playing at,
you damn fools?!
- Playing at?

You come down here,
young master!

I’ll teach you a lesson!

You get down off that horse!
I’ll go a round with you!

- Don’t be a damn fool!
- You’re a coward!

I’ll see you
hanged or transported,
every last one of you,

if you’ve killed that boy!

(laborers murmuring)

We were only
after a bit of fun.

Weren’t we, lads?

Laborer: Aye!

Only a bit of fun.

- Fred: How is he, Mr. Garth?
- He’s just coming round.

He can have my horse
and go up to Yoddrell’s farm.
They’ll take care of him.

I’d best go
and speak with them.

- You all right, Tom?
- Yeah.

Why now, lads?

How’s this then?

Someone’s been telling
you lies!

- The railroad does no harm.
- Does no harm?

They make cows
cast their calves,

and carve a great slice
through a poor man’s land,

- and the law says
nothing to it!
- Nonsense!

Railway’s a good thing.

Aye, good for big folk
to make money out on.

- What about the poor man,
Mr. Garth?
- Laborers: Aye!

If times are hard,
it’s not the railway
makes them so.

Those men are
on this land legally
and if you meddle with them,

then it will only mean
the constable and the handcuffs

and Middlemarch jail.

So what’s it to be, lads:
Live and let live?

Live and let live!

No need for you
to stir up trouble.

I seen lots of new things
come up since I were
a young ’un.

The war, the peace,
the canals...

it’s all alike
to the poor man.

Big folks makes money,
and the poor man gets
pushed aside.

Laborer:
Aye, that’s true.

But then you’re
for the big folks, Mr. Garth.

We’re all sorry
about the lad, like.

Didn’t mean him no harm.

You’ll tell him that?

- I will, Timothy.
- All right then, lads.

(muttering)

Up you get.
There you go.

You feeling better now,
Tom?

- I’m all right, Mr. Garth.
- Good lad.

Well...

that’s my day’s work
gone.

I could help you,
Mr. Garth.

Aye, Fred.
You could.

Do you think
I’m too old to learn
your business?

Do you think
I might be
any good in it?

I thought you were
for the church, Fred?

I don’t want to go
into the church,
Mr. Garth.

- And Mary won’t
have me if I do.
- Ah.

I know a bit about
land and cattle.

You know I used to wish
for land of my own –

to learn to manage
land for others would be
the next best thing.

What have you said
to your father
about this?

Nothing. I don’t like
to disappoint him.

How could I know
when I was 15 what would
be right for me to do?

My education
was a mistake.

- I know I have no claim on you.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
- No, no Fred.

You have a claim.

The young ones
always have a claim on the old
to help them forward.

Come to my office
tomorrow at 9:00,
and we’ll talk about it.

9:00 sharp, mind.

Thank you, Mr. Garth.

- Thank you with all my heart.
- Right, let’s get
this work done.

Mr. Vincy:
You have thrown away
your education

and gone down a step in life,
when I’d hoped to see you rise!

I’ve no more to say.
I wash my hands of you.

I only hope when you’ve
a son of your own

he’ll make you better return
for all the pains
you spend on him.

I’m sorry that
we differ, father.

I hope you won’t object
to my remaining at home.

I shall be able
to pay for my board now
and I wish to, of course.

Of course your mother
would want you to stay –

and board be hanged,
you’re still my boy, Fred!

Let’s hear no more
of that nonsense.

I shall keep no horse for you,
you understand?

And you can pay
for your own tailor!

You’ll do with a suit
or two less, I fancy,
when you have to pay for them!

Will you shake hands
with me, father?

Oh...

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Say no more about it.

Mr. Garth:
It’s come about
as I thought, Susan.

The children are fond
of each other.

Fred and Mary, I mean.

I believe they love
each other, Susan.

I think she’ll be
the making of him.

Oh.

Fred has asked me to teach him
farm management and surveying,

and the whole business.

Caleb...

Our Mary could have had a man
worth twenty Fred Vincys -
Mr. Farebrother.

Of course, now that Fred
has used him as an envoy
there is an end to that.

Well.

That would have made me
very proud and happy.

But you took me,
though I was a plain man.

The lad is good
at bottom, Susan.

And he loves and honors
our Mary beyond anything.

It would break him
to lose her.

He has put his soul
in my hands

and I must do my best for him,
so help me God.

It’s my duty, Susan.

Bless you, Caleb.

Our children
have a good father.

The best-naturedest,
most handsome young man
in Middlemarch,

to want to marry
such a plain, low,
little thing.

To give up the church
to be an estate manager!

It’s very lowering,
Vincy!

- I’m quite cut up about it!
- Well, that’s children.

Bound to be trouble.
Our Rosy’s as bad.

Husband up to the neck
in debt.

Well, they’ll get no money
from me because I’ve got none.

The bank owns me lock, stock
and barrel, so that’s that.

Don’t look dull, Lucy.

Don’t make it worse
by letting me see you
out of spirits.

I’ll drive you
to Riverstown tomorrow.

I think we shall
have to move house, Rosy –

as a temporary
expedient.

We must clear the debt
on the furniture within
the next few months.

I think I see one way out.

Ned Plymdale is
going to be married
to Miss Sophie Toller.

I’m sure they’d be glad
to take this place

with most
of the furniture.

They’d pay handsomely
for the lease.

I was thinking
of asking Trumbull
to negotiate for us.

I am sorry.

I know it’s painful,
but we have to do something.

I could never have believed
that you would like to act
in this way.

Like it?
Of course I don’t like it!

- It’s the only thing
I can do.
- Please –

- can we sell up and leave
Middlemarch altogether?
- To do what?

What’s the use of my leaving
my work here in Middlemarch
to go where I have none?

We should be just as penniless
elsewhere as we are here!

If we are to be penniless,
it will be your fault,
Tertius!

Why couldn’t you show
a proper regard
for your family?

Sir...Sir Godwin was
very kind to me when we
were in Quallingham,

and I’m sure
that if you showed
a proper regard for him,

he would do
anything for you!

But instead, you like giving up
our house and furniture

to Mr. Ned Plymdale!

If you will have it so,
I do like it!

I like it better than
making a fool of myself
by begging where it’s no use!

Understand then,
that is what I like to do!

Oh.
(panting)

Oh, Rosy, Rosy.

Rosamond.

Rosamond.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

For we must
love one another.
We must love one another.

- If we don’t,
we have nothing.
- Tertius.

Oh Rosy.

To be without you...

I couldn’t bear it.

Tertius, you’re still dressed.

Oh Rosy!

Oh, hold me.

(door opens)

Mrs. Garth.

I’ve just finished work.
Mr. Garth will be down
in a moment.

Thank you, Fred.

I’m just reading
this letter from Alfred.

How is Alfred?

He’s just won a prize
as best apprentice
in his year.

He’s a great fellow,
Alfred.

I’m afraid
he puts me to shame.

Yes, Fred.
I’m afraid he does.

I know you think
I’m very undeserving.

But so long as Mr. Garth
and Mr. Farebrother have not
given me up,

I’m not going
to give myself up.

I have another encouragement
that means more to me
than anything.

That I might win Mary,
I mean.

I expect Mr. Garth told you.

I don’t expect you
were surprised.

Surprised that Mary
encouraged you?

Yes, I confess
I was surprised.

No, I mean you
would not be surprised
that I love Mary.

And she never gave me
any encouragement when
I spoke to her myself,

but when I asked
Mr. Farebrother
to speak for me,

she told him
that there was hope.

You made a mistake
in asking Mr. Farebrother
to speak for you.

Did I?

- How? I don’t understand.
- Yes.

Young people are
usually blind to everything
but their own wishes.

You don’t mean that -

Mr. Farebrother
is in love with Mary?

If it were so, Fred...

I think you are the last person
who ought to be astonished.

Is Mary here now,
Mrs. Garth?

Yes, she’s in the orchard, Fred.

I believe she is talking
to Mr. Farebrother.

(laughing)

(loud laughter)

Fred!
Is Mr. Garth returned?

- Yes, he’s in his office.
- Good.

(chuckles)

Ah, bear with me.
I must have a word
with him.

What a comical
expression, Fred.

What can you be thinking?

You know it’s no use.
You’re bound to marry him
in the end.

He beats me
in every respect.

You’re very ungrateful, Fred,
after he spoke up for you.

I am not ungrateful!
I just have this dreadful
certainty

I shall be
bowled out by him.

Oh, Fred.

What a fool you are.

Couldn’t you see
he left us together
on purpose?

Oh.

And now you’ve
wasted your chance...

and serves you right.

(knocks)

Mrs. Plymdale:
Oh yes, thank you,
Ned is very happy.

And we are
very happy for him.

And Sophie Toller –

all I could desire
in a daughter-in-law,
a very nice girl.

No airs,
or pretensions.

Yes, I’ve always
found her very agreeable,
Mrs. Plymdale.

I think there is
every prospect of their
being a happy couple.

Do you know
which house they will take?

They must put up
with what they can get.

They have been looking at
a house next to Mr. Hackbutt’s
in St. Peter’s Place.

It is near the church
and a genteel situation.

But the windows
are very narrow.

You wouldn’t happen to know
of any other house

that might be at liberty
now or in the near future?

Me?

Oh, no.
I’m sorry.

I hear so little
of these things.

(piano playing)

(humming to music)

You’re a good girl, Rosy.

What are all those
papers, Tertius?

I suddenly got
the notion I might be able
to do something experimental.

This is work I set aside
months ago.

I couldn’t see how
to go on with it, but...

now, well...

there may be some powers
of ratiocination left
in my head after all.

By the way,
I forgot to tell you,

Ned Plymdale has
already taken a house.

In St. Peter’s Place.

I met his mother
and she told me.

Oh, damn.

Well, perhaps someone else
may turn up.

I told Trumbull
to be on the lookout
if we failed with Plymdale.

How much money
is it that these
disagreeable people want

so that we needn’t be
troubled by them anymore?

More than I am likely
to get anywhere.

Tertius?

At least a thousand.

But I have to consider
what I shall do without it,
not with it.

I should go to Trumbull
again tomorrow, and tell him
to advertise the house

in “The Pioneer”
and “The Trumpet.”

- Tertius?
- What?

I went to see
Trumbull today...

and I ordered him
not to enquire further.

May I ask why?

Ned Plymdale
had already taken a house.

And I knew that it would be very
injurious to your position

if it was known that you
wished to part with your house
and furniture.

And I had a very strong
objection to it.

I should have thought that
that was reason enough.

(scoffs)
You had reason enough?

To contradict my orders secretly
and treat me like a fool?

Is it possible
to make you understand

what the consequences
will be?

Is it of any use to tell you
again why we must part
with the house?!

No, it is not necessary
for you to tell me again.

I remember what you said.

You spoke just as violently
as you did just now.

But that doesn’t
alter my opinion
that you ought to try

every other means
rather than take a step

which is so painful to me –

and so degrading to you.

And suppose I disregard
your opinion as you
disregard mine?

Oh, you may do so,
of course.

You may do so.

But I think you ought
to have told me

before we were married

that you would place me
in the very worst position,

rather than give up
your own will.

(scoffs)

When we were first married

everyone felt your position
would be very high.

I could not
have imagined then

that you would like
to sell our furniture,

take a house in Bridge Street
where the rooms are like cages.

If we are to live
in that way

let us at least
leave Middlemarch!

These would be very strong
considerations if I didn’t
happen to be deep in debt!

Many people
have been in debt.

If they are respectable,
people trust them!

(scoffs)

May I at least request...

that you will not see
Trumbull at present?

- (scoffs)
- At least until
it has been seen

that there are
no other means!

Surely it’s I who should
exact a promise that you won’t
do anything more behind my back!

What a mess you have made.

(shudders)

I hate your stupid experiments!

I hate them!
I –

(door slams)

Lydgate’s voice:
“In a few years there will be

“a first-class
medical school in Middlemarch.
Why should London and Paris...

“...small work for Middlemarch
and great work for the world.

“...and in theory...
...ocean to swim in...

“in five years time, I might be
looking for a wife,

“but you know
my real passion...”