All language subtitles for The.French.Lieutenants.Woman.1981.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Okay. Are you ready, Anna?

- Start runs at six.
- Come on, everybody.

Okay, first position, everybody.

Thirty-two, take two.

And... action.

And track.

Two mackerel!

Two mackerel!

Two mackerel!

Hep, hep, hep, hep, hep.

Two mackerel!

Come on!

- Sam.
- Hot, moist gingerbread!

Sam?

Gingerbread!

Sam! Get the carriage ready.

- We're going to Miss Ernestina's.
- At the double, sir.

Hot, moist gingerbread!

Madam!

Madam, come quick.

Madam, it's Mr. Charles.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

Will you please tell your mistress
I'm here to see her?

Charles. My goodness.
You are up early.

Good morning, Mrs. Tranter.
A beautiful morning.

It is indeed.
Come. Do, please.

Is, eh, Ernestina awake?

- Eh, Mary, is my niece awake?
- She is, ma'am.

- Well, tell her Mr. Charles is here.
- Yes, ma'am.

Might it be possible
for me to see Ernestina... alone?

- But of course. Of course.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Miss.

Miss. Mr. Charles is here, miss,
to see you.

- Mr. Charles?
- He's down below. He's waiting for you.

He wants to speak to you.

Oh. What shall I, eh–
Oh, what dress shall I wear?

Oh, your pink is so lovely, miss.

You look as pretty as a picture
in your pink.

Yes. Yes, my pink.
I'll wear that.

The conservatory's a private place.
Will that suit?

It will suit. Thank you.

I shall wait for her...

in the conservatory.

I always thought you from London
spent half the day in bed.

No, ma'am. Up and about.
We're always up and about.

Early birds ready to catch
your early worm, ma'am– us Londoners.

She's coming.

Charles.

- Ernestina.
- She's gone into him.

Doesn't she look a princess?

Ernestina, it cannot have escaped
your notice...

that it is fully six weeks since I came
down here to Lyme from London.

No, it has not escaped my notice.

I came to Lyme to explore
the flint beds of the Undercliff...

to look for fossils.

But I have stayed for you.

Ah.

- For your sweet company.
- Thank you.

She's not going to turn him down, is she?

Never. She'd give her left arm.

I came here this morning to inquire...

whether you would allow me
to ask your father for your hand.

Yes. I would allow it.

Mind you, I don't know
that he altogether approves of me.

After all, I don't do
what he considers to be work.

Are you suggesting
that it is entirely Papa's decision?

- No. It is yours.
- Yes, it is.

Papa will do what I want.
And I will do what I want.

Well, in that case...

might you take pity on a crusty old scientist
who holds you very dear...

and marry me?

Oh, Charles,
I've waited so long for this moment.

He's home and dry.

This isn't mistletoe,
but it will do, will it not?

Oh, Charles.

Oh! Oh!

Yeah?

Who is it?

Yes, it is.

I'll tell her.

Anna.

- Mm-hmm.
- You're late.

Makeup's waiting for you.

Oh, God.

What happened
to the wake-up call?

I don't know.

- Who called?
- Jack.

- Did you answer the phone?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, then they know.

- They know that you're in my room.
- Mmm.

In your bed.
I want them to know.

Christ, look at the time.

They'll fire me for immorality.

They'll think I'm a whore.

Mm-hmm. You are.

Morning.

Chilly morning.

Miss Woodruff.

You know you cannot
stay here any longer.

Miss Duff has made no provision
for you in her will.

The cottage is to be sold.

How much money
do you possess?

Miss Woodruff, I think I know someone
who might take you in.

Mrs. Poulteney from the Grange.

Does her house
overlook the sea?

Yes, it does, yes.

Then... I would be grateful
for your help, sir.

- Mr. Smithson to see Mr. Freeman.
- Yes, you are expected, sir.

You may be a gentleman
of leisure, Smithson...

but you are certainly punctual.

Good morning, Mr. Freeman.

Well.

We could have met
at my office in the city...

but I thought you might be interested
to see this place.

- Indeed I am.
- Mind.

Of course, in a few months we shall
be opening depots in Bristol and Liverpool.

I see.

That's the May Queen,
in this morning for a carpenter.

Yes, indeed.
I recognize, uh, Charles...

that you bring to Ernestina
not only your love and protection...

but also in time
a considerable inheritance.

That is so.

Yes.

Well, I know
my daughter loves you.

You seem to be an upright man.
Let us shake hands.

I started here, Charles,
with my dear wife at my side.

You know I have no son.

I do, sir, yes.

Well, this is doubtless
not the time to talk about it...

but if you ever felt disposed
to explore the world of commerce...

I would be delighted
to be your guide.

- Thank you.
- Coming over! Coming over!

Oh, yes, he was very respectful
of what he called...

my position
as a "scientist and a gentleman."

In fact, he asked me
about my work.

But as I didn't think
that fossils were quite his line...

I gave him a brief discourse
on the theory of evolution instead.

How wicked of you.

Yes, he didn't think very much of it,
I admit.

In fact, he ventured the opinion...

that Mr. Darwin should be exhibited in a cage
in the zoological gardens.

In the monkey house.

I'll lead the way.

Shall we return?
The wind is getting very strong.

I should have thought
you might welcome a reason...

to hold my hand
without impropriety.

Very well.

Good Lord.
What on earth is she doing?

- Oh, it's "poor Tragedy."
- "Tragedy"?

The fisherman have
a grosser name for her.

What?

They call her
the French lieutenant's... woman.

Do they?

Please come.

I must speak to her.
She could fall.

- She won't thank you. She's mad.
- It's dangerous. Will you stay there?

Charles.

Charles!

Madam!

Madam!

Madam, forgive me.
I'm alarmed for your safety. Come back!

Madam!

Tell me.
Who is this French lieutenant?

He is a man she's said to have–

Fallen in love with?

Worse than that.

Ah. And he abandoned her.

- Is there a child?
- I think not.

Oh, it's all gossip.

Mmm.

What's she doing here?

They say she's waiting
for him to return.

How banal.

How has she
supported herself since her dismissal?

Ah, most pitifully. I understand–

Miss. Miss.

Miss Woodruff, would you come in, please?

Mrs. Poulteney, this is Miss Woodruff.

I see.

I wish, as the vicar has told you,
to take a companion.

He has indicated to me...

that you might be a suitable person
for such a post.

- You are without employment?
- I am, ma'am.

But you have education?
You've been a governess?

I have, ma'am.

The post of companion requires
a person of irreproachable moral character.

I have my servants to consider.

- You speak French, I believe?
- I do, ma'am.

I do not like the French.

Perhaps you might leave us now,
Mr. Forsythe.

Eh, yes, of course,
Mrs. Poulteney.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Forsythe informs me that you...

retain an attachment
to a... foreign person.

I have heard
from the most impeccable witnesses...

that you're always to be seen
at the same place when you're out.

You stand on the Cobb
and look to sea.

I have been encouraged to believe
that you're in a state of repentance...

but I must emphasize...

that such staring out to sea
is provocative...

intolerable... and sinful.

If you consider me unsuitable
for this position, Mrs. Poulteney...

do you wish me
to leave the house?

I wish you to show...

that this person
is expunged from your heart.

How am I to show it?

By not exhibiting your shame.

I should like
to hear you read from the Bible.

If your expression is agreeable to me,
you shall have the position.

- Mike.
- Yeah?

Listen to this.

"In 1857, it's estimated...

that there were 80,000 prostitutes
in the county of London."

Yeah?

"Out of every 60 houses,
one was a brothel."

Hoo, hoo, hoo.

"At a time when the male population
of London of all ages...

was one and a quarter million...

the prostitutes were receiving clients
at a rate of two million per week."

- Two million?
- Yeah.

You know when I say
in the graveyard scene...

about going to London?

"If I went to London,
I know what I should become.

I should become what some
already call me here in Lyme."

- Go on. Yeah?
- Well, that's what she's really faced with.

This man says that hundreds of the prostitutes
were nice girls like governesses...

who'd lost their jobs.

That's it. You offend your boss.
You lose your job. You've got no choice.

You're out on the street.
That's the reality.

Male population in London
was one and a quarter million.

Yeah.

Well, if we take away a third
for children and old men...

that means that...

outside of marriage...

your Victorian gentleman could look forward
to 2.4 fucks a week.

Oh, no.

I'm very sorry to disturb you.

All right. I'm coming.

For the lovely young lady upstairs.

And–

for the even more lovely one down.

- How much do I owe you?
- A penny.

Hmm.

Thank you very much.

- Do you know that lady?
- Aye.

- Does she come this way often?
- Often enough.

She be no lady.

She be a French lieutenant's whore.

From Mr. Charles, Miss Tina,
with his compliments.

- Did he bring them himself?
- No, miss.

- Where is Mr. Charles?
- Don't know, miss. Didn't ask him.

Ask who?

His servant man, miss.

- But I heard you speak with him.
- Yes, miss.

- What about?
- Oh, it was just the time of day, miss.

You will kindly remember
that he comes from London.

Yes, miss.

If he makes advances,
I wish to be told at once.

Now, bring me
some barley water.

Madam.

Madam.

I'm very sorry
to have disturbed you just now.

I gather you've recently become...

secretary to Mrs. Poulteney.

May I accompany you?

Since we walk
in the same direction.

I prefer to walk alone.

- May I introduce myself?
- I know who you are.

Ah. Then–

Kindly allow me
to go on my way alone.

And please tell no one
that you have seen me in this place.

"Miss Woodruff."

Wait a minute.
I lost the place.

Page 50.

I suddenly see you.
You've got your dress caught in the brambles.

I see you, then you see me.

We look at each other,
and then I say "Miss Woodruff."

All right.

Right. I see you.

Get your coat caught
in the brambles.

Right.

Now I'm looking at you.

You see me.

- Miss Woodruff.
- I'm looking at you.

But now you come towards me
to pass me.

It's a narrow path, and it's muddy.
You slip in the mud.

Ow.

And I help you up.

- Let's just do it again, okay?
- All right.

Let's just do it again.

All right.

I've got my dress caught
in the brambles.

Suddenly you see me.

I see you.

Miss Woodruff.

I dread to think, Miss Woodruff,
what would happen...

if you should one day
turn your ankle in a place like this.

I must go back.

Permit me to say
something to you first.

I know I am a stranger to you, but--

Down here, in this hollow.
Yes. Come on.

Here. Here.

It's really not necessary to hide.

No gentleman who cares
for his good name...

can be seen
with the scarlet woman of Lyme.

Miss Woodruff.

I've heard something
of your-- your circumstances.

It cannot be any great pleasure
being in Mrs. Poulteney's employ.

Why don't you leave Lyme?

I understand you have
excellent qualifications.

I should be happy
to make inquiries for you in London.

I cannot leave this place.

But why?

You have no family ties, I believe,
that confine you to Dorset.

I have ties.

To this French gentleman?

Permit me to insist.
These things are like wounds.

If no one dares speak of them,
they fester.

If he doesn't return,
he was not worthy of you.

- If he returns–
- He will never return.

You fear he will never return?

I know he will never return.

I do not take your meaning.

He is married.

I should have listened
to the dictates of my own common sense.

You are a cunning,
wicked creature.

May I know
of what I am accused?

You have been seen
walking on the Undercliff.

Not twice, but thrice.

But what, pray, is the sin in that?

The sin?

You, a young woman alone
in such a place?

It is nothing but a large wood.

I know very well what it is
and what goes on there–

the sort of person
who frequents it.

No one frequents it.
I go there to be alone.

Do you contradict me, miss?

You will confine your walks
to where it is seemly.

Do I make myself clear?

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Poulteney.
- Yes.

- Miss Woodruff.
- Good afternoon.

It's that Mrs. Poulteney.

- Who's that?
- The one who kicked me out in the street.

Is it? Poison her tea.

Ah, now, Miss Woodruff.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

Are you liking Lyme?

Um, thank you, ma'am. Yes.

Were you born far from Lyme?

In Dorchester, ma'am.

It is not very far.

Ah. Tea. Thank you, Mary.

Good.

Just there.

How long will you remain in Lyme,
Miss Freeman?

Oh. For the summer.

I must say, Mrs. Poulteney,
you look exceedingly well.

At my age, Miss Freeman,
spiritual help is all that counts.

Then I have no fears for you.

With gross disorders on the streets...

it becomes ever more necessary
to protect the sacredness of one's beliefs.

Gross disorders on the streets,
Mrs. Poulteney?

Certainly, Mr. Smithson.

Even a disciple of Darwin–
such as I understand you to be–

could not fail to notice
the rise of the animal about us.

It no doubt pleases you...

since it would accord with your view
that we're all monkeys.

I must look more closely
into it, Mrs. Poulteney...

the next time I find myself
on the street.

- Oh, please allow me to help you, Mrs. Tranter.
- Thank you.

Your maid, for example, Mrs. Tranter.

I have been informed
by my housekeeper...

that she saw her only this morning
talking with a person– a young person.

My housekeeper did not know him.

Oh, then it was no doubt Sam,
my servant.

Very likely.

Yes, I must say, Charles...

your servant spends
an inordinate amount of his time talking to Mary.

And what is the harm in that?

There is a world of difference...

between what may be accepted in London
and what is proper here.

But I do not understand what crime
Mary and Sam by talking appear to commit?

Your future wife is a better judge than you are...

of these things, Mr. Smithson.

I know the girl in question.

I had to dismiss her.

If you were older, you would know
that one cannot be too strict in such matters.

I bow to your far greater experience, madam.

I'm here.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

How did you dare to behave
in so impertinent and presumptuous a manner?

How dare you do such a thing
in front of Miss Freeman.

I had no one else to turn to.

Well, it must be quite obvious
it would be most improper...

for me to interest myself further
in your circumstances.

Yes, it is obvious.

Why don't you go to London,
make a new life?

If I went to London,
I know what I should become.

I should become
what some already call me in Lyme.

- My dear Miss Woodruff--
- I am weak. How should I not know it?

I have sinned.

You cannot imagine my suffering.

My only happiness is when I sleep.

When I wake,
the nightmare begins.

This is–

Why am I born what I am?

Why am I not born Miss Freeman?

- That question were better not asked.
- I did not mean–

- Envy is understandable.
- Not envy.

Incomprehension.

- You must help me.
- It is not in my power to help you.

I do not--
I will not believe that.

What in heaven's name
do you want of me?

I must tell you what really happened to me
18 months ago.

I beg of you,
you are my only hope.

I shall be on the Undercliff
tomorrow afternoon and the next afternoon.

I shall wait for you.

I must go.

I shall wait.

Davide?

No, it's not Davide. It's Mike.

What are you doing?

Looking at you.

Come back.

Come back. Come.

Do you approve of my telescope?

It is most elegant.

I use it to keep an eye out for mermaids.

Here.

I'm delighted you dropped in.
It was time we met.

The best brandy in Dorset.

I keep it for visitors from London
who share a taste for the good life.

- Your good health, Doctor.
- Yours.

- Care for a cheroot?
- Thank you.

I understand you're a–
a scientist.

A seeker after fossils.

Paleontology is my interest.

I gather it is not yours.

When we know more of the living,
it will be time to pursue the dead.

Yes, I was introduced the other day
to a specimen of the local flora...

that rather inclines me
to agree with you.

A very strange case,
as I understand it.

Her name is Woodruff.

Ah, yes. "Poor Tragedy."
I'll tell you something.

We know more about your fossils
out there on the beach...

than we do about that girl's mind.

There's a German doctor
called Hartmann...

who has recently divided melancholia
into various types.

One he calls "natural"...

by which he means that one is born
with a– a sad temperament.

Another he calls "occasional"...

by which he means
springing from an occasion.

And the third class
he calls "obscure melancholia"...

by which he really means "poor man, he
doesn't know what the devil it is that's caused it."

But she had an occasion,
did she not?

Oh, come now.

Is she the first young woman
to be jilted?

No, no.
She belongs to the third class.

"Obscure melancholia."

Listen to me.

I'll tell you
in the strictest confidence.

I was called in to see her,
oh, 10 months ago.

She was working as a seamstress,
living by herself.

Well, hardly living–
weeping without reason.

Unable to sleep, unable to talk.

Melancholia as plain as the pox.

I could see
there was only one cure–

to get her away from this place.

But no, she wouldn't have it.

She goes to a house
that she knows is a living misery.

To a mistress that doesn't know
the difference between a servant and a slave.

And she will not be moved.

- But it's incomprehensible.
- Not at all.

Hartmann has something very interesting
to say about one of his patients.

"It was as if her torture
had become her delight."

And she has confided
the true state of her mind to no one?

She has not.

But if she did–

I mean, if she could
bring herself to speak–

She would be cured.

But she does not want to be cured.

I was working...

as a governess...

at the Tabots.

His name was Varguennes.

He was brought to the house
after the wreck of his ship.

He had a dreadful wound.

His flesh was torn
from his hip to his knee.

He was in great pain.

Yet he never cried out.

Not the smallest groan.

I admired his courage.

I looked after him.

I did not know then that men can be
both very brave and very false.

He was handsome.

No man had ever paid me
the kind of attentions he did, as he was...

recovering.

He told me I was beautiful...

and that he could not understand
why I was not married.

Such things.

He would mock me.

Lightly.

I took pleasure in it.

When I would not let him kiss my hand,
he called me cruel.

A day came
when I thought myself cruel as well.

And you were no longer... cruel.

Varguennes recovered.

He left for Weymouth.

He said that he would wait there one week
and then... sail for France.

I told him
that I would never follow him...

that I could not.

But after he had gone...

my loneliness was so deep...

I felt I would drown in it.

I followed him.

I went to the inn
where he had taken a room.

It was not a respectable place.
I knew that at once.

They told me to go up to his room.

They looked at me.

They smiled.

I insisted he be sent for.

He seemed overjoyed to see me.

He was all that a lover should be.

I had not eaten that day.

He took me to a private sitting room,
ordered food.

But...

he had changed.

He was full of smiles and caresses, but...

I knew at once
that he was insincere.

I saw that I had been...

an amusement for him.

Nothing more.

I saw all this within...

five minutes of our meeting.

Yet I stayed.

I ate the supper that was served.

I drank the wine.
It did not intoxicate me.

I think it made me see more clearly.

Is– Is that possible?

No doubt.

Soon he no longer bothered to hide
the real nature of his intentions towards me.

Nor could I pretend surprise.

My innocence was false
from the moment I chose to stay.

I could tell you
that he overpowered me...

or that he drugged me.

But...

it is not so.

I gave myself to him.

I did it so that I should
never be the same again...

so that I should be seen
for the outcast I am.

I knew it was ordained
that I should never marry an equal...

so... I married shame.

It is my shame
that has kept me alive...

my knowing
that I am truly not like other women.

I– I shall never, like them,
have children, a husband...

and the pleasures of a home.

Sometimes I pity them.

I have a freedom
they cannot understand.

No insult, no blame can touch me.

I have set myself beyond the pale.

I am nothing.

I am hardly human anymore.

I am the French lieutenant's...

whore.

You must leave Lyme.

Oh!

We must never meet alone again.

Go.

I will wait.

What's the matter?

- What's the matter? You look sad.
- No.

No.

Why are you sad?

I'm not.

Out of my way, little girl.

Good morning, Mrs. Fairley.

My usual.

- Gonna be a nice day, then?
- Yes.

Miss Woodruff?

Miss Woodruff!

Miss Woodruff,
Mrs. Poulteney wants to see you!

Mrs. Poulteney wants to see you at once!

Yes?

- Forgive me. I must speak to Dr. Grogan.
- Dr. Grogan is not here.

- Not here?
- He has been called to the asylum.

He's at the asylum.

Thank you.

My name's Smithson. I need to see Dr. Grogan
on a matter of the utmost importance.

Follow me, please, sir.

Ah, Smithson.

I can guess
what you've come about.

I'm sorry I wasn't at home.

I'm attending a breech birth.

The fact is,
we don't know where she is.

I'm sorry.
I don't understand what you're saying.

- You don't know what's happened?
- No.

Then why are you here?

I need your advice.

I'm not sure I have any left to give.
Miss Woodruff has disappeared.

Mrs. Poulteney dismissed her.

There's a search party out.

I've offered £5
to the man who can bring her back...

or find her body.

Well, she is alive.

I've just received a note from her.

I must go back.

Go to my house. Wait for me.

Nothing that has been said
in this room tonight...

or that remains to be said
will go beyond these walls.

Now, you ask for my advice.

I am a young woman
of superior intelligence and some education.

I am not in full command
of my emotions.

What is worse, I have fallen in love
with being a victim of fate.

Enter a young god.

Intelligent, good-looking.

Kind.

My one weapon
is the pity I inspire in him.

So what do I do?
I seize my chance.

One day, when I am walking
where I have been forbidden to walk...

I show myself to someone
I know will report my crime...

to the one person
who will not condone it-- my employer.

I then disappear
under the strong presumption...

that it is in order to throw myself
from the nearest cliff top.

And then, in extremis,
I cry to my savior for help.

What in heaven's name
are you talking about?

I've spoken
with Mrs. Poulteney's housekeeper.

She was at the dairy
on the Undercliff.

The girl walked out of the woods
under her nose. It was deliberate.

She wanted to be seen,
presumably to compromise you.

Why should she want to harm me?

Listen to me.
I have known many prostitutes–

I hasten to add– in pursuance
of my own profession, not theirs.

And I wish I had a guinea
for every one of them...

I've heard gloat over the fact...

that the majority of their victims
were husbands and fathers.

But she is not a prostitute.

Neither is she a... fiend.

My dear man,
you are half in love with her.

On my most sacred honor...

nothing improper
has passed between us.

I believe you.
But let me ask you this.

Do you wish to hear her?

Do you wish to see her?

Do you wish to touch her?

You're not the first man
to doubt his choice of a bride.

I will go to see the lady.
I will tell her you've been called away.

And you must go away, Smithson.

Yes.

I shall honor my vows
to Miss Freeman.

I know of a private asylum
in Salisbury.

Miss Woodruff would be kindly treated
and helped, I assure you.

- Would you bear the expense?
- Yes.

I would bear the expense.

Miss Woodruff.

Have you passed the night here?

Are you cold?

No. No.

Do not fear.

- I have come to help you.
- Oh!

- Pray control yourself.
- I cannot. I cannot.

- I'm not.
- Why not?

What is it?

What the devil are you doing here?

Walking, Mr. Charles.

- Kindly leave us.
- Yes, sir.

I've come here
to help that lady.

At the request of the physician
who is treating her.

He is completely aware
of the circumstances.

Yes, sir.

Which must on no account
be disclosed.

I understand, sir.

Does she?

Oh, she won't say nothing, sir.
On my life.

On my solemn oath, Mr. Charles.

I have taken unpardonable advantage
of your situation.

Forgive me.

I am wholly to blame.

You must go to Exeter.

There's talk in the town
of committing you to an institution.

You need not take it seriously,
but you will save yourself embarrassment...

if you do not return to Lyme.

- Where are your belongings?
- At the coach depot.

I will have them sent
to the depot at Exeter.

Walk to Axmouth Cross.
Wait for the coach there.

Take the money in this purse.

Thank you.

Here's my lawyer's address.

Let him know where you are.

I will instruct him
to send you more money.

Thank you.

I shall never see you again.

No.

You are a remarkable person,
Miss Woodruff.

Yes, I am a remarkable person.

I'm going to London.

Yup.

Well, I don't have
any more scenes to shoot here, so–

Is, uh, Davide here?

- No. He's flying in tonight.
- Oh, that'll be nice for you.

No.

It will be nice for you.

Nice for him too.

I'll miss you.

I'll drive you up to the Cups
if you've finished your lunch.

- Yeah.
- See you in Exeter, Anna.

Mm-hmm!

- Think of us slogging away.
- Oh, I will.

Am I gonna see you in London?

That would be very, very difficult.

We are there for a fortnight.

I must see you.

Okay.

Okay, everybody.
We're moving up to the Cups.

- Mike, we need you in makeup.
- Yes.

Yes.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Sam?

Sir.

Ah, Sam.

I want you to leave for London today.
Open up the house.

I'll be leaving tomorrow.

- Change of plans.
- I see, sir.

This doesn't have any bearing
on your, uh, future plans, I trust, sir?

My future plans?
What are you talking about?

Well, I've got to think
about my future, sir.

Have you?

Well, your immediate future
is to leave for London today.

Is that clear?

Yes, Mr. Charles.

Ah. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, sir.

- Miss Ernestina's in the garden.
- Thank you.

Sam has explained about
the, uh, circumstances of this morning?

Yes, sir.

And you understand?

Yes, sir.

- Sir, I don't want that.
- No. Please.

Good afternoon.

Charles!

So you have actually deigned
to desert the world of the fossil for me.

I'm honored.

I can assure you...

the true charm of this world
resides in this garden.

Honeyed words.

My dearest, I'm afraid I must
leave you again for a few days.

- I must go to London.
- To London?

To see Montague, my lawyer.

- Oh, Charles!
- It is unavoidable, I'm afraid.

Apparently, there are matters outstanding
to do with the marriage settlement.

Your father is
a most scrupulous person.

- What does he want?
- Who?

My father.

Uh, justice for you.

Sweet justice
that takes you away from me.

Ernestina, I know our private affections
are the paramount consideration...

but there is also a legal...

and contractual side to matrimony,
which is–

Fiddlesticks.

- My dearest Tina–
- I am weary of Lyme.

I see you so little.

I shall be back in three days.

Kiss me then...

to seal your promise.

Play.

Won the chase. 40-15.

Chase three.

Game to Mr. Smithson.

And the first set, 6-5.

My goodness, Charles.
You were in cracking form.

Sharp as a razor.

- What's the answer? Country grub?
- It's good to hit a ball.

You were hitting it
as though you hated it.

- Harry, a word.
- Hmm?

You'll be hearing from a person.

A Miss Woodruff from Exeter.
She'll give you her address.

I'd like you to send her
some money for me.

Of course. How much?

Fifty pounds.

Of course.

- Miss Woodruff.
- Yes.

And I want to hear
nothing more about it.

You shan't.

Wait for me.

Where the devil have you been?
Are you deaf?

- I'm sorry, sir. I–
- Go and lay out my clothes.

- I'm dining at my club.
- Yes, sir.

- Can I have a word with you, sir?
- Hmm?

No, you can't.

How goes the hunting
in Dorset, Charles?

And how go you for hounds?

I could offer you a brace
of the best Northumberland.

Real angels. Do you know
who their grandpapa was?

Tornado.

- You recall Tornado at Cambridge?
- Yes. So do my ankles.

Aye, he took a fancy to you.
Always– Always bit what he loved.

What a profoundly good idea
this was, Charles.

To dear old Tornado.
God rest his soul.

Rest his soul.

Bravo.

Port is essential
to wash down the claret.

As claret was essential
to wash down the punch.

As punch was essential
to sluice the champagne.

What follows?

What follows?

A little drive round town follows.
That most essentially follows.

Tom, dear old fellow,
you're a damn good fellow.

Yes, so are you, my Charley boy.

We're all damn good fellas.

On we go, gentlemen.

Where are we going?

Where all damn good fellows go
for a jolly night out.

We're going to Kate Hamilton's.
Bless her heart.

The bishop's son has hit it, Charley.

But not a word to his old man.

Oh, oh! Hey, hey, hey.

Come along, sir.
Be upstand–

- Ah, he's at the post.
- Right. Right. They're off.

Steady. Steady. There he goes.

Moving down.
At the rails. At the rails.

- Oh, my God! Oh!
- Yay!

I don't think our dear Charley
is going anywhere tonight, old boy.

Do you?

This come from Mr. Montague,
for Mr. Smithson.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Charles.

Mr. Charles.

Sir.

A letter for you, sir.

Special messenger just come
from Mr. Montague.

Uh, bring me some tea.

What is it, Sam?

I'd like your advice, sir.

On what subject?

My ambition is to go into business, sir,
in due course.

- Business?
- Yes, sir.

What kind of business?

Drapers and haberdashers.

I've set me heart on a little shop.

Would that not be
a somewhat costly undertaking?

£280, sir.

And how much do you have put by?

Thirty pounds,
but that's three years' saving.

So I was wondering
if you could help me, sir.

I can't say it sounds
a very practical idea to me, Sam.

I'm very enthusiastic
about the idea myself, sir.

Very.

Well, I'll think about it.

I'll certainly be happy
to think about it.

Now, pack, would you?
We're going to Lyme.

- To Lyme, sir?
- To Lyme, yes.

Exeter. Exeter.

Change here now for Exmouth,
Weymouth and Lyme.

Carriage to Lyme, sir?

I think we'd better stay the night.
It's going to rain.

We'll put up at the Ship.

I'm going to stretch my legs.

Shall I order dinner, sir?

I'll decide when I come in.

A room, sir?

Eh, no. I–

I should like to speak to one of your--
a Miss Woodruff.

Oh, the poor young lady, sir.

She was a-coming downstairs
yesterday morning, and she slipped, sir.

She turned her ankle terrible.

Well, I wanted to ask a doctor,
but she won't hear of it.

I have to see her
on a– a business matter.

Ah. A gentleman of the law?

Yes.

- Then you must go up, sir.
- Thank you.

Betty Anne!

Take this gentleman
to Miss Woodruff's room.

Come in.

A gentleman to see you, miss.

I was passing through Exeter.

Had I not better go at once
and fetch a doctor?

He would only advise me
to do what I'm already doing.

You're not in pain?

No.

At any rate, be thankful
it didn't happen on the Undercliff.

Yes.

Do sit down.

Miss Woodruff, please.

I should not have come.

I meant not to.

I thought I should never
see you again.

My dearest Sarah.

I was... the first?

Yes.

Why did you lie to me
about the Frenchman?

I don't know.

Does he exist?

Oh, yes, he exists.

I did follow him to Weymouth,
to the inn.

As I drew near,
I saw him come out with a woman.

The kind of woman
one cannot mistake.

When they had gone, I walked away.

But then... why did you tell–

I don't know.

I cannot explain.

Not now.

- I must make myself free.
- I ask nothing of you.

I am to blame.
I knew when I came here.

I wished it so.

I wished it so.

Sarah.

It is the sweetest name.

I have long imagined
a day such as this.

I have longed for it.

I was lost from the moment I saw you.

I too.

I must go to Lyme...

to see her, to tell her.

You must give me a day's grace.

You will wait for me, won't you?

I shall come back for you.

I shall be back tomorrow.

Do what you will or what you must.

Now that I know there was truly a day
upon which you loved me...

I can bear anything.

You have given me the strength to live.

- Cheese and onion.
- Perfect.

- I'm losing you.
- What do you mean?

- I'm losing you.
- What are you talking about?

- I'm just going to London.
- Stay tonight.

- I can't.
- Why not? You're a free woman.

Yes, I am.

- I'm going mad!
- No, you're not.

I want you so much.

But you've just had me in Exeter.

Excuse me.

Bye-bye.

Thank you, Mary. I'll show myself in.

Charles!

- Please sit down.
- What is it?

- Charles, what is it?
- Sit down.

What has happened?

Why do you look at me like that?

Because I don't know
how to begin to say what I must.

I've come to tell you the truth.

The truth? What truth?

That I have...

after many hours of the deepest
and the most painful consideration...

come to the conclusion
that I am not worthy of you.

- Not worthy of me?
- I'm totally unworthy.

You are joking.

No.

Will you kindly explain to me
what you are saying?

The terms your father
offered in the settlement...

were more than generous.

But you despise the idea
of marrying into trade.

- No, I don't despise it. I–
- Then what are you saying?

Ernestina, I have realized
during these last days...

that far too great a part
of my regard for you has been ignoble.

I was far more tempted
by your father's fortune than I care to admit.

Now that I've seen that to be the truth–

Are you saying...

that you have never loved me?

I am not worthy of you.

Tina, dear.

Charles?

I know I'm spoiled.

I know I am not unusual.

But under your love and protection...

I believed
I would become... better.

I would do anything, you see.

I would–
I would abandon anything...

to make you happy.

You're lying.

Something else has happened.

Yes.

Who?

You don't know her.

I don't know her?

I've known her many years.

I thought the attachment was broken.

I discovered in London
that it was not.

Why did you not tell me this
in the beginning?

- I hoped to spare you the pain of it.
- Or yourself the shame of it!

Who is she?

What woman would be so vile
as to make a man break his vows?

- I can guess she is married.
- I will not discuss her.

- I came here to tell you the truth.
- The truth?

- The most terrible decision of my life.
- You are a liar!

My father will drag your name–

both your names through the mire!

You'll be spurned and detested
by all that know you!

You'll be hounded out of England!

Hmm?

What the devil do you want?
I didn't ring.

I brought you a glass of brandy, sir.
I thought you might want it.

It's never true, sir.

Yes, it is true. Miss Freeman and I
are no longer to marry.

Now go, and keep your mouth shut.

- Did you hear what I said?
- Yes, sir.

Only, with respect,
I have to consider me own situation.

What?

Will you be residing in London
from now on, sir?

- We shall probably go abroad.
- Ah, well.

I beg to advise you, sir,
I won't be accompanying you.

And I'm not coming back
to Exeter neither.

I'm leaving your employ, as I ought to
have done weeks ago when all this started.

Go to hell!

I don't fancy nowhere, sir,
as I might meet a friend of yours.

Sam!

If you wish for attention,
ring for one of the hotel domestics.

- Wait here.
- Sir.

Miss Woodruff expects me.
I'll find my own way up.

- The young lady's left, sir.
- Left? You mean gone out?

No, sir. I mean left.

She took the London train
this afternoon.

What?

She took the 3:00 to London.
Didn't leave no address.

You're lying.

Where are you going? Sir!

Wait a minute.
What are you doing?

- Sarah.
- Sir! You can't do that!

Well, you've no right!

You're trespassing!

- Did you hear what I said?
- Get out!

Hello?

Hello.

Room 516.

- Who was that?
- I don't know. He put the phone down.

Who did?

I don't know. He didn't say.

Maybe it was a wrong number.

Yes, maybe.

All right. I'll get you some more
in a moment. Hang on.

Darling, do go
and play in the garden.

- Lucy, Lucy! I found it!
- Can I try some?

- Are you all right?
- Hmm?

Yeah.

Fine.

Listen, what about having some people
to lunch on Sunday?

- What people?
- Oh, you know. Some of the cast.

Fine.

Well, the film's nearly over,
and Anna has to get back to the States.

You know.

Fine.

- As long as it's not the entire unit.
- Oh, no.

Just, you know--

Fine.

- Hello.
- Is that Davide? This is Mike.

Listen, we're having
a little lunch party on Sunday.

- Can you both come?
- I'll give you Anna.

- Hello.
- Is that you? It's me.

- Hi.
- Where are you? You've gone.

- You weren't in your hotel room.
- What?

In Exeter.

Oh!

Come to lunch on Sunday.

By the way, I love you.

Oh, great.

Um, sure. We'd love to come.
I'll see you then.

- I said I love you.
- Bye.

Lunch on Sunday.

"Will Miss Sarah Woodruff
urgently communicate her whereabouts...

to Montague, Chancery Lane."

Yes, very well worth it, I should say.

Now, Mr. Smithson, I shan't pretend to you
that it's going to be an easy task.

But I have four good men,
and they'll go on the job at once.

We'll try the educational boards
of all the church schools.

We shall also investigate
these new female clerical agencies.

- They're everywhere. Growing up like wildfire.
- Yes.

Yes. Where else?

And we shall investigate
all the girls' academies in London.

Yes.

I shall also be examining
the register of deaths.

Very good.

Try everything, Mr. Grimes.

One last question, sir, for the moment.

Does the lady wish to be found,
would you say? Or not?

I cannot say.

I'll be out in 15 minutes.

"We are instructed
by Mr. Ernest Freeman...

father of Miss Ernestina Freeman...

to request you to attend
at these chambers...

at 3:00 this coming Friday.

Your failure to attend will be regarded
as an acknowledgement...

of our client's right to proceed.

Aubrey and Baggott."

And what does it mean?

It means they have cold feet.

But they're not letting us off altogether.

My guess is we will be asked
to make a confessio delicti.

To acknowledge my guilt.

Mmm. Just so.

I am afraid we must anticipate
an ugly document.

But I can only advise you to sign it.

We have no case.

Remember the skirt's gonna be gray.

Mmm. Is it-- Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's great.

It's great.
I'm gonna like her in this.

Okay.

"I, Charles Henry Smithson...

do fully, freely and solely by my desire
to declare the truth, admit that...

One: I contracted to marry
Miss Ernestina Freeman.

Two: I was given no cause whatsoever
to break my solemn contract.

Three: I was fully and exactly apprised
of her rank in society...

her character, her marriage portion
and future prospects...

before my engagement to her hand.

Four: I did break that contract
without any justification whatsoever...

beyond my own
criminal selfishness and lust.

Five: I entered into a clandestine liaison
with a person named Sarah Woodruff.

Six: My conduct throughout this matter
has been dishonorable.

By it, I have forever forfeited the right
to be considered a gentleman.

I hereby acknowledge that
the injured party may make whatsoever...

she desires of this document."

Mr. Smithson, you are entitled
to withdraw with me into another room.

It will not be necessary.
But I have one question.

What does "the injured party
may make whatever use...

she desires of this document"
mean?

It means precisely what it says.

She might, for instance, wish to
have it published in The Times.

And she would be free to do that?

She would indeed.

I will sign.

Aw, come on!

Whoa there! Whoa!

Good deals! The best you could buy!

Go on! Get out!

Throw her out!
She picked my pocket.

Get her out!

Call the police!

Don't let her get away!
Come on! Call the police!

Uh– Oh. I'm sorry. I–

- Hello. I saw you through the window.
- Hi. Are you Lizzie?

I am.

- Can we come in?
- Come in.

- Thank you.
- Hello.

Hi, Sonia. Nice to see you.
Davide.

Like some more wine?

Please. Some white.

Can I have some wine, please?

13-14.

Come on. Oh!

Ah!

God.

Shut up!

Can I have a drink?

You want a drink? All right.
Shall we go and get one?

- Excuse me for a minute.
- 14-14.

I must say, they have
a lovely garden, don't they?

- Mmm.
- So serene.

Of course, she seems so serene,
doesn't she– the wife?

- Why don't you go–
- What, love?

Look at their little girl.
Isn't she lovely?

Such a pretty little thing.

Aren't you a pretty little thing?

- Who made that dress for you?
- I don't know.

- Having a good time?
- Good.

Have they decided how
they're going to end the movie?

End it?

I hear they keep changing the script.

No, not at all.
Where did you hear that?

Well, there are two endings in the book.

A happy ending
and an unhappy ending. No?

We're going for the first ending.
I mean the second ending.

Which one is that?

Hasn't Anna told you?

Manders. Manders!

Come on. Good girl. Come on.

There's a good girl.

Yes.

Oh.

It's a really great garden.

- Who takes care of it for you?
- I do.

- All by yourself?
- Mmm. Mostly.

What about Mike?
Doesn't he help you?

Oh, when he's here. A bit.

He's pretty lazy actually.

I really envy you.

Envy me? Why?

Well.

For being able to create
such a lovely garden.

I wouldn't bother to envy me,
if I were you.

Would you like a drink?

Mmm.

I want to show you something.

All right, darling.
Go and show Mummy.

Anna.

This is pure bloody hell.

I know.

- Mike, come on. Somebody's gonna–
- We've got to talk.

- All right. Not now.
- When?

- Windermere.
- But that's our last scene.

- We've got to talk properly.
- Well, all right.

- What are we going to say?
- We've got to decide what we want.

- I know.
- Yes.

Mrs. Gardner,
have you seen Anna anywhere?

- I think she's upstairs.
- I'm coming.

Sonia. Thank you.

The afternoon– It was just lovely.
I had a wonderful time.

Thank you.

- Good to meet you.
- And you.

- Good luck with the last scene.
- Thank you. We'll need it.

Sir, a telegram for you.

Sir.

Mrs. Tong said to bring
Veronica's things now.

I'm coming now.
Tell them to wait for me.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I'm Tom Elliott. Who are you?

- My name is Smithson.
- Mama and Papa are abroad.

Yes, I was looking
for a Mrs. Roughwood.

I'll find her for you.

You put that one in there.

Mrs. Roughwood.

Mrs. Roughwood?

I think she's upstairs
with Rachel and William.

- Miss Roughwood.
- Yes.

- Someone to see you.
- All right.

She's working,
but she doesn't mind being interrupted.

Mrs. Roughwood?

Mr. Smithson.

My solicitor was told
you lived at this address.

- I do not know by whom.
- By me.

By you?

I've been looking for you
for three years.

I broke off my engagement.

I came back for you
to take you with me to marry you...

and you'd gone.

And now all these years later,
you choose to let me know you're alive.

Why?

I could not do so before this.

You've married?

Oh, no. I have not.

I pass as a widow in the world.

What is this house?

He's an architect.
His name is Elliott.

They gave me shelter
a long time ago.

I am tutor to their children, but I–

I am free to do my own work.
They have encouraged it.

- These are yours?
- Mmm. Yes.

You have found your gift.

Why did you leave Exeter?

You told me you loved me.
You showed me your love.

Answer me!

There was a madness in me...

at that time.

A bitterness, an envy.

I forced myself on you,
knowing that you had other obligations.

It was unworthy.

I suddenly saw, after you had gone,
that I had to destroy...

what had begun between us.

Are you saying
that you never loved me?

I could not say that.

But you must say that!

You must say, "I'm totally evil.

I used him as an instrument.

That I do not care that in all this time,
he hasn't seen a woman to compare with me!

That his life
has been a desert without me.

That he has sacrificed
everything for me!"

- Say it!
- No. No.

Why did you ask me here?
What do you want from me?

I saw the newspaper advertisements
long ago.

- You saw them?
- Yes.

You read them,
and you did nothing?

I changed my name.

Then you have not only ruined my life.
You have taken pleasure in doing so.

You misjudge me.

It has taken me this time
to find my own life.

It has taken me this time
to find... my freedom.

- Freedom?
- Yes.

To make a mockery of love,
of all human feeling.

Is that what Exeter meant to you?

One brief transaction of the flesh?
Just that?

You have planted a dagger in me.

And your damned freedom
gives you license to twist it in my heart.

- Well, no more!
- No!

- Yes!
- Oh!

Oh.

Mr. Smithson.

I called you here
to ask your forgiveness.

You loved me once.

If you still love me,
you can forgive me.

I know– I know it is
your perfect right to damn me.

But if you do... still love me–

Then I must forgive you.

Yes, you must.

One, two, three.

Anna, are you going?

- Yes.
- Ah. Good-bye.

- Bye-bye.
- Good journey.

- Be a good girl.
- Bye, Anna.

Mike.

- Are you going?
- Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Take care.

Sarah!