All language subtitles for The Governess [1998]_EN

I should think so.

I hate the hair on a
man's neck.

It would be like
patting a monkey.

Your Benjamin's smooth!

I've got to go now; poor mamŕ,
she'll be in hysterics.

Jew girl!

Oi, jew girl!

Want some lessons,
jew girl?

Let's go. It's starting.

Wait for me!

Don't be so wild, Rosina.
Your face is quite red.

See how composed
Sara Abrahams is.

And try not to look so
tall, darling.

Still hungry?

- How's my little waif?
- Papá.

- And your mother, is she happy?
- Basta!

Go and dance! I don't want
you in my arms forever!

Come on, dance.

Go!

Go, go. Come on!

Look!

Tragedy.

Joy.

Rapture.

I don't see why I shouldn't
go on the stage.

Aunt Sofka is an actress...

and she never married.

Now what else did the prostitute say?

Do you wanna make
5 shillings, jew girl?

- Do they enjoy it, do you think?
- What?

Drinking...

semen.

Your Gentiles eat a dessert that looks
like semen.

It's called semolina. I've seen it.

Yes, but you haven't seen semen.

I would like to see it...

but not to drink it.

I kissed Benjamín.

But you're not married.

Actresses care not for
such convention.

What was it like?

Well, you don't look any different.

Open up!

- What's the matter?
- What was there?

Oh, no.

- What's happened, Aunt Sofka?
- Let me see my husband!

Get some help. Come on.

Please.

- What's happening?
- I don't know.

I don't know.

These are terrible times, Sofka.

Terrible.

My papá!

Why did he have to go out?
I told him.

I said "it's a cold night. Don't
go out again".

Didn't I tell him, Sofka?

Murdered. Debts.

What are these debts? Strangers have
debts, not my Simi.

"Don't go out tonight," I told him.

"It's cold, it's snowing almost".

I blame myself. He wasn't even
wearing his sable coat.

Debts.

Murdered.

We don't get murdered in
our family.

Strangers get muredered.
Gentiles.

Why didn't I stop him
going out, Sofka?

Mira, you never really know
a man's true nature.

This is all God's will.

It's God's will that Gentiles should murder
my husband for a few guineas...

and leave me and my daughters destitute?

And Rosina's so difficult.

Something will be done.

The girl will just have to take
Litnoff and not be so fussy.

He has a good business. People
will always need fish.

What does she mean "you never know
a man's true nature"?

I dreamt the Gentiles cut out
his heart.

They were coming after us
like we were witches.

- Filthy bitches!
- Stop it!

Stop it!

I don't want this any more than
you do, Rosy, but what can I do?

And what is your favourite fish,
Mr Litnoff?

I won't do it!

Father would never have me married
without love.

I'll go on stage. I will.

I'll find any other way of making money.
Don't you worry, Becca.

But you can't do anything.

I would rather be a prostitute...

swallowing semolina...

than become that
fish merchant's wife!

"Perfect Christian gentlewoman
wishes to obtain...

situation in a gentleman's family".

How about "Amelia"?

"The true gentlewoman never raises her eyes
unbidden to those of a man."

"Humility is the cornerstone
of femininity."

Or "Flora".

It's too frilly.

We need something...

serious and respetable and wholesome...

pious and biblical.

I've got it!

Magdalen.

- "Mary". Perfect.
- Mary!

- Christian.
- Mary Church?

Mary...

Blackchurch.

Mary Blackchurch. Gentile.

Gentlewoman, at your service.

Spit three times and say
the Schema.

Now all I need are a
pair of white gloves...

and some humility...

and an answer to my advertisement
from a lovely family in London.

You can't do this.

"With a rapidity and vehemence
which seemed to have in it...

a touch of insanity,

the sudden sense of the danger to
which the child must necessarily

be exposed in the charge
of such a keeper

increased the lady's desire to
keep him in the castle, if possible.

'You may mistake me, Tate',
she said, addressing the older man".

Thank you.

Mother,

Listen to me. You must not
distress yourself.

I have found employment.

What have I done to deserve this?

- You were always such a worry to me.
- On the Isle of Skye.

- In Scotland.
- Wanton and sluttish like Sofka...

going and showing yourself amongst gentiles.

You'll end up on the street, Rosina.
What would your father say?

I think Father knew rather more about
the street than either of us.

Have some honey cake.

" ...with the same style of bitter irony,

I know the wages of that service."

I can't believe that...

It's so horrible.

- Goodbye.
- Don't go, please.

- I'll write.
- Be careful!

Goodbye.

"Dear Becca: Green, green...

and more green.

Anodine, hostile countryside.

How I detest it!

I long for cities and chimneys

Still, I keep

Isle of Skye.

It sounds absurdly romantic,

gothic even.

I must try and improve
my mathematics...

read the New Testament
and preparare myself...

for this great adventure.

Am I not lucky?

And just think...

20 pounds per annum".

Hello?

Oh, the governess.

We were expecting you much earlier.

- Sorry.
-I'll take you to your room, Miss.

"I feel the word 'Jewess' must be
emblazened on my forehead.

I am not like them.

Oh, Becca. How will I ever pass
for a Mary Blackchurch?"

Could you...?

What's your name?

My name is Lily Milk, Miss.

I'm Mary Blackchurch.

Might the fire be lit, Lily?

In the afternoon?

I'll ask, Miss... Blackchurch.

I'll fetch your tea.

Miss Blackchurch.

I hope your journey
wasn't too awful.

Do sit, please.

And how is dear London?

I can't tell you how much I miss
the theatre, the opera, the ballet.

I'm afraid in my last situation
I was not lucky enough to...

No, no. Of course not.

I have heard Miss Sofka Da Silva sing.

Ah, yes. Some of these clever little jewesses
do have a remarkable facility.

Do take some tea,
Miss Blackchurch.

You must be fatigued.

Ah, Clementina.

This is Miss Blackchurch.

Say "How do you do?"

How do you do?

Miss Blackchurch.

You spoke in your letters of French.

Yes, I spent some time in Paris
when I was a child.

And I have begun to study
Pascal and Rousseau.

We often had artists around us in
my father's house.

- In London?
- Tut tut, don't do that to Melissande.

And of course my husband is so
busy with his scientific researches...

his...work...

we have little time for town.

There's nothing nicer than a
nice walk, is there?

- And other languages?
- Latín, of course.

My brother speaks Latín.

He went to a very important school...

where you could thrash people.

Basic reading Greek, and my
mother is half Italian

So you favour your mother, then, with
your dark looks.

They're so artistic, the Italians.

But not, I think you said, a catholic.

Definitely not a catholic.

Defend us from all perils
and dangers of this night...

through your only son,
our saviour Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Father, how could you do
this to me?

How could you die?

"The child is a rodent in
lace petticoats.

I do not fit here.

My longing for you all is
like a physical pain.

I know this will not reach you
for a month...

and the money comes
under separate cover.

Comfort Mother...

but heed Aunt Sofka...

and do not let Benjamin
forget me.

Good night, sweet sister,

your Rosina".

Rosina, don't worry.

I'm only sleeping.

Thank you.

Many things being
delivered, Lily.

Aye, it is Mr Cavendish's wing, Miss,
where he does his work.

What sort of work?

He has many clever new notions.
No one's allowed in there...

He cleans it himself,
with lots of dusters.

What sort of notions?

Well, cook says it's something to do
with capturing the shadows of ghosts.

And I've seen him with a great many
dead things from the beach.

And once I did wonder if he'd found a
mermaid and was trying to give it life...

like I saw at a fair in Dundee.

He found a mermaid?

- You ever been in there?
- No!

No, I dare say it's none of
our business.

and we couldn't understand it
anyway.

Miss Blackchurch, you'd best hurry;
it is 7 o'clock.

Well, what do you like
learning about?

I should like to start with something
you enjoy.

People who murder people.

- Ah, history.
- No.

I don't like history.

Why don't you read me this fairy
story? It's called 'Rapunzel'.

There is a murder in that...

and I think I have asked you to stop
kicking that chair.

Look, Madam.

I have chosen to remain silent
about your little friends

in my bed last night.

But let me tell you, if anything of that
sort ever happens again,

or if you continue to kick
that infernal chair,

not only will your father hear about it

but I shall come into your
bedroom in the dead of night

and cut off all your hair,

and put a live rat up
your nightgown!

I've a very inventive mind when
it comes to torture.

Have I made myself clear?

"Once upon a time, there lived...

a man and his wife".

I must apologise for my
husband's lateness.

- Ah, Miss Blackwood.
- Blackchurch.

Miss Blackchurch, forgive me. I'm sorry
I wasn't here to meet you earlier.

But you've met our little savage, I hear.

Can you do anything with her,
do you think?

My husband likes to joke,
Miss Blackchurch.

I hope you'll not find the climate
too daunting.

Of course, I'm barely used
to it myself.

Or the lack of society.

But my husband lives
for his work.

What is the nature of
your research, sir?

Oh, 'dry-as-dust' stuff, I'm afraid.
My wife has no interest in it at all.

Ladies have much quicker wits
than we dull fellows, I fear.

I should be interested to hear.

Oh, inventions and science.

I cannot bear it, can you Miss Blackchurch?
Where is the creativity?

The nourishment for the soul?

If this is a feminine predjudice, then I'm
glad I'm a woman.

And I too, my dear.
Very glad.

"Oh, Becca.

They talk in such cold riddles.

Ma Cavendish is like that porcelain doll Father
bought us from Antwerp,

the one with the lilac pantalettes.

Cray says the hydrangea is dying.

She speaks as though she has a lemon
up her posterior.

Of course, I never did like it!

How am I to bear it here?
I hate her.

- What is it?
- It's semolina, Miss.

That hat's for the guests.

Well, I am a sort of guest.

No you're not!

We must go down here, Miss Blackchurch.
I'll show you my dead fish.

Come on, Miss Blackchurch.

Clementina, don't bother
your father.

- Good afternoon, Miss Blackchurch.
- Good afternoon.

Look papŕ, I've got a shell that's
shaped like a pig's ear.

That's 'terebra maculata'.

It's a fossil.

I see you've made a study
of concology.

Oh, no. Just canting on...

I've read Lamarck's "Generas', of course,
and my father had a small collection.

Let me see.

It's beautiful.

You find beauty in unusual
places, Miss Blackchurch.

Does your work involve much...

collecting of specimens, sir?

Yes, indeed...
indeed it does.

Well, you um... must excuse me.
There is little light still left to me.

Good afternoon, ladies.

- Race you.
- But, what about my dress?

Come on!

Do you want us to run again,
Miss Blackchurch?

I don't mind running if you
want us to.

Miss Blackchurch?
Come on, boy.

Georgiana thinks she's very fine, but she doesn't
know what's going to happen to her tomorrow.

She won't be smiling then.
And she's not wearing any pantalettes.

Wicked girl. Wicked!

You'll never marry if you
don't know the polka.

Miss Blackchurch, would you do me the
honour of joining me in my workplace...

at 6 o'clock?

I believe you know the way.

Have you been naughty,
Miss Blackchurch?

You'll probably be punished.

See, you'll never learn to polka.

I hope you didn't catch cold in
the shrubwalk this morning.

Come.

I'm flattered you take an interest
in my work.

I work alone, but only because
others are not...

are not usually interested in
something so arcane

or maybe futile.

You see, you can create an image

produced by a 'camera obscura'.

I call it a 'box camera'.

But until now, the image couldn't
be captured... on the paper,

but if you sensitise the paper...

make photogenic paper...

thus...

I can create a stable image by
exposing it to sunlight, but

as you can see, my studies, like butterflies,

are doomed to die within the day; they cannot,
as yet, be fixed upon the paper.

But you can create such beauty.

My aim is to make a faithful and scientific
record of reality, Miss Blackchurch.

It's another means of expression.

That's neither a very rational nor
empirical point of view, but...

but an imaginative one, nonetheless.

There may be more than one
interpretation of mimesis.

There are, of course, others of us
at work in this field,

all searching for the elusive
fixation process.

It's become quite a little race;
Europe and um...

Have you studied chemical properties?

I've used all these in an attempt to find
the process of fixation.

Mercury, ferrous oxalate...

albumin,

gallic acide, silver nitrate

Just like alchemy.

Have you ever recorded a phototype
likeness of a human face?

That doesn't interest me, I'm afraid.

If you have any spare time,

perhaps you could

help me to finish classifying
these shells.

I'd be delighted to.
Do you mean now?

Why not?

Last night I dreamt
about Christmas,

and that I had a large chocolate pie.

And little baby Jesus made me
eat it all by myself,

or my legs would be cut off.

Miss Blackchurch,
you're not listening to me again.

Henry!

Wait for me!

Is Henry going to live here now,
and not at Oxford?

I don't know, my darling.

But it would be lovely to have him with us
for a little while, wouldn't it? Henry?

Paradise. Unalloyed bliss.

Excuse me. I have some
work to do.

We'll talk about this tomorrow, Henry.

Thank you, Father.
I do so look forward to that.

You are looking thin, my darling.
Don't you want your chicken?

If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go
to bed. Mother.

Miss Blackchurch.

Clementina.

Now.

You are floated right up
to the ceiling.

Down, very carefully.

And now you are asleep.

There now.

Then it gets crushed like a blancmange...

and they only have eyes left,
like two black carnets.

Delicious.

Look, Miss Blackchurch. I'm lying
on my deathbed.

Now you can come to heaven, too.

With you?

No thank you!

You abandoned our work very soon,
Miss Blackchurch.

Oh no, I was waiting to hear when
you might want me to come.

I did not wish to disturb you.

Oh, no, no, no, no. You're of great assistance.

Mrs Cavendish is quite aware of, um, ...

Come whenever you can.

Thank you.

Yes, I should be very glad to.
I shall come now!

- Shall I?
- No need to hurry, Miss Blackchurch.

I think perhaps you should change
your cloak.

You seem rather... humid.

Yes, thank you.

That was Clementina's botany walk.
I fell over.

Ah, let me. Let me help.

Very good.

It is so real, and yet it's
quite unearthly.

When I've found the fixation process,
I'm going to try for even greater clarity,

stronger lenses,

more even distribution of light.

I think I'll use the oxalate
combination

under different conditions.

Does the amount of light exposure
affect the fixation process?

I believe it must, yes.

Could we not...
could you not section off a...

far larger area of the room

and keep the amount of darkness
all the time?

You're a very clever and useful
young woman, Miss Blackchurch.

Please don't go, Miss Blackchurch.

I was very impolite yesterday.

I did not notice.

I think you did.

Are your family like that?

I don't know what you mean.

Mother says that you're Italian.

You ask a lot of questions.

You ask me a question, then.

Anything you like.

Why did you get sent down from Oxford?

I was found in an opium den in
Spittlefields with a whore.

Ha, you don't believe me,
and you're not shocked.

No!

Henry is a very strange young man.

You've made a work of baroque art,
Miss Blackchurch.

A study in chiaroscuro.

Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away.

No, no, no, no, no. It's well done.

I don't like this.

You'll never catch a husband without
drawingroom skills.

You don't have a husband, and you
have drawingroom skills!

You're not that ugly!

But then Mamŕ says you look
like a black beetle.

You're just plain,

and men prefer blonde hair.

Two more circuits, Clementina,
then you may have half an hour of treat.

- Rosina's turn.
- Go on.

Mr Cavendish!

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Dash, it doesn't matter.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr Cavendish.
Salt solution.

Salt solution.

You clever girl!
You clever, clever girl!

Perhaps you should see to your hair,
Miss Blackchurch.

We have some solutions of
sodium chloride to mix, I think.

Much work. Excellent.

How can I have been so stupid?
It was staring me in the face.

We'll invite Hewlitt from the
Royal Society in Edinburgh.

We'll astound him.

The fixation...

we have it.

We have it!

Bring me the ones that have been in
for three-and-a-half minutes.

All right.

I don't know how long
it's been in.

Oh no!

Never mind.

Good, very good.

Wait!

I have some here somewhere...

Ah, here it is!

- Whiskey.
- Thank you.

I hope you haven't taken a chill,
Miss Blackchurch.

You should be so proud
of what you've done.

You've made it possible to capture
the essence of people...

to fix memory,

to fix people, lost people

in one's mind forever.

Do you...

think of people that you've lost, Mary?

Tell me about your family.

My family...

My family is in London.

They're... that is...

My father died recently.

It was a sudden illness...

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

I thought it was behind me.
Forgive me.

It's very cold. This time of the
year it's ghastly cold.

This house...

Do you think it is possible to die of boredom
and disappointment, Miss Blackchurch?

I'm...

Clementina, have you learned anything
to interest Mamá?

Where is Henry?

Mr Cavendish...

the light is so beautiful.
Could we not, perhaps,

please just try one portrait?

Yes.

You've worn me down.

Besides, I owe so much to your tenacity.
How can I refuse?

A Biblical study in the manner
of Raphael.

I think...

Queen Esther.

Will this do? Half in shadow...

half in light.

Like that.

Be very still.

How late it is.

The Harletts have invited us for dinner.

So how does the work progress?

Well, very well.

Really?

Good.

Charles, your fingers are so stained.
It's quite grizzly!

Shall you be going to London
again before Christmas?

My wife has never been to London.

# I dreamt that I dwelled in marble halls...

But I thought...

#...with vassals and serves at my side#.

Clementina, that is lovely but
it is enough.

- Won't you sing, Miss Blackchurch?

Oh yes, do, Miss Blackchurch.

Oh no!

Yes, I insist. Let us have no
displays of modesty.

- No, I really don't...
- Yes, yes. You choose.

- You sang very well.
- I sang for you.

You must not say that.

I dreamt...

of a beautiful picture
we could make...

of Salomé.

- Do you know what to do?
- No.

Your eyes are so huge.

You devour me.

Then do not look at me.

I've heard it said...

that the ancient Hebrews...

used to express love for each other...

entirely covered.

Do I look different?

My sister and I used to say that we'd
look different afterwards.

What have you done to me,
Miss Blackchurch?

Mary, Mary...

my little Mary.

Where did you learn such things?

You taught me to be an inventor.

And now I feel as though I
could do anything.

I want to understand everything about you.

I want...

I want to invent a way of fixing
this moment forever.

Oh Mary. What have we done?

No one else sings in this house.

Walk with me, Miss Blackchurch?

I was just going to call Clementina
for her botany walk.

Ha Clementina.

Watch me, Henry.

Let's see how fast you can run.
Go on!

Now, let's see how fast you
can dance!

You!

You are a monster, Henry Cavendish.

A sea monster.

Oh, Henry...

I could think of nothing but you
all day.

Mary, I, um...

I find...

everything has turned upside down.

But, I...

cannot surrender myself to things
as easily as you can.

This is madness. This...

is even sinful madness.

I...

I do not feel myself.

And nor do I.

But we can be any self we want.

Can't we?

And as to sin...

if you are not happy...

We have Salomé to complete first.

I want to know how you see me.

Watching me like a dark angel?

You told me to divert my mind from
black thoughts with some exercise.

You see how I obey your every command?

Oh don't stare at me, Henry.

I would walk into the sea
for you, Inania.

A bath would do you good.

Do I stink? I shall bathe in
scent for you.

Don't do it for me!
Do it for yourself.

Doesn't this house oppress
you to death?

Don't you dream of
something more... Rosina.

Why did you call me that?

Because it is your name.
Your beautiful, wonderful name.

How dare you go into my things.

Please, don't get angry.

I know why you think Christmas is
little baby Jesus's resurrection.

It's why you aren't like these
milk and water women.

Did you tell your mother?
- God, no.

She's have you sent from the house
for being an infedel.

What about your father?

He's a narrow old bigot as well.

He might think you pollute
Clemmie's mind.

Rosina...

"...and the very birds of the air...

came and bewailed Snowdrop's death.

First an owl, and
then a raven...

and last of all a little dove.

Snowdrop lay a long time in
the coffin...

and she always looked the same.

And she remained as white
as snow...

as red as blood...

and her hair as black as ebony".

Ah, there you see.

Le Blanche mentions sodium chloride.
They're near it, they're near.

They're bound to publish first. They're known
by the Royal Society, respected.

- Oh, we may as well abandon now.
- Charles!

Why not get Hewlett to come sooner?

Send him a message tomorrow. We can be
ready in a week. Here, look...

Write to him, then we can publish first.

'The Cavendish Method.'

'The Cavendish-Blackchurch Method.'

Oh, why not?

'The Cavendish-Blackchurch Method'
sounds well enough.

Or even 'The Blackchurch-Cavendish Method'.

- Are you trying to irritate me, Miss?
-Yes!

We can set up the Cavendish-Blackchurch
studio in Edinburgh.

- We'll be the toast of Europe.
- That's nice.

The Cavendish-Blackchurch studio...

with a little house on
Princess Street, or...

maybe in Paris.

Charles?

Charles...

please let me make a
portrait of you.

Ah, my little black-eyed witch.

Those spectacles make you
look more foreign than usual.

Do you not like me to
look foreign?

Someone in London once said that
I looked like a Jewess.

Oh, surely not!

No, you're beautiful, truly.

Now, come on.
Work, work, work.

If you want that studio in
Princess Street, or...

Paris.

"I'm sorry I haven't written
for a while, Becca.

I hope the money is
reaching you.

Don't fret for me.

Time passes faster now,

and my employer is really quite human.

Gentiles are not monsters, I find,

although they are still
deeply mysterious."

I do not know if we present
the work correctly.

Is it scientific enough?

I must not appear a dilletante.

There are some catatypes that we
should not show Mr Hewlett.

They will be astounded by us.

Mr Daguerre will be pissing
in his pants.

We are nearly done.

No, no, no ma'am, don't touch that!

I told you not to touch the
lenses. Damn you!

Mary, I'm sorry, I'm sorry my darling.

Come now.

Mary, I have offended you...

and I am sorry for it.

The chemicals are making me dizzy.

The chemicals? What do you feel, Charles?
What do you feel?

I do not think so much of
feelings as you do.

I do not want feelings,

I do not want the feelings
that I have.

You do! You do want them!

You take my strength.
I cannot work.

- I cannot work!
- You do!

But we've made so much
work together,

and we can make so much more.

We have all of our lives.

You'll have the recognition
that you deserve.

Please, don't say that
you cannot work.

I would let you suck the marrow
from my bones.

Stop this nonsense!
This all must stop.

So, Esmeralda, I'm warning you.

I'll put you out in the snow
until you die.

Then you'll be
desolée, trés, trés desolée,

and you won't like it, one little bit!

In fact you'll hate it,
and I'll hate you.

I hope you freeze to death...

because you've been a
naughty, naughty girl...

and that's what happens
to naughty girls.

Forgive me.

Do you have dark dreams?

No, very rarely.
Not since I was a boy.

You are a boy.

- What were you like?
- I was afraid of the dark.

I used to think...

I used to think...

that a changeling would
eat my kidneys...

and steal away my mother.

What was she like, your mother?

Her name was Eleanor.

She had thick hair...

dark red,

like squirrels and cellos.

She used to let me...

wrap my hands in it.

When I was ten,

and she started to die,

She used to sing to me.

Her voice was not her
greatest asset.

You can wrap your hands
in my hair.

I could drown in your hair.

It's like treacle.

Charles.

Charles?

Did you sleep well?
I had such a strange dream.

Did you find it?

I found it.

I, um...

I don't believe I have any work
for you today, Miss Blackchurch.

Thank you.

Miss Blackchurch?

- Charles, what have I done?
- Please.

Please, go now.

I have a lot of work to do before
Hewlett arrives tomorrow.

Please! please.

Aren't you hungry, Miss Blackchurch?

I have the most terrible headache.

I think I will rest before
afternoon lessons.

Charles, um, I know I have angered you.

I know you do not like me
to use the camera.

And please forgive me.
I'm sorry.

It was just to show my love.
It was a gift.

Let us forget about it now,
Miss Blackchurch.

Please don't speak so
coldly to me.

Please forgive me, Charles.

I do not wish to speak of this.
Now you must calm yourself, Mary.

You're hysterical.
You'll make yourself ill.

What about our plans'
What about the future.

What about Mr Hewlett
and the Royal Society?

I will not...

I will not be so demanding,
I promise you I won't.

I will not talk of love.
I will not speak of the future.

I promise I'll be whatever
you want me to be.

What do you want me to be?

You consume me!

I cannot be consumed

Forgive me!

This is madness.

I beg you, forgive me!

I love you.

There must be nothing more
between us.

Forgive me!

How dare you come here!

Go away!

- Please tell me...
- Go away!

- Please go away!
- Please tell me, Rosina.

I miss my home,
I miss my family! Go away!

Take your clothes off!

Let me look at you!

Lie down.

I'm sorry.

And you say she returns
your affections?

Yes sir, I know she does.

How? How do you know?

There is no doubt.

How long has this been going on?

- Forever, for me.
- Indeed.

I do not wish to hurt..

or humiliate you, Henry, but I do know a
little bit more about the world than you.

She comes from nowhere.

She's practically a demi-mondaine,
that's singing!

She's obviously an adventuress.

You'll forget this nonsense, or you'll
make yourself ridiculous.

She's not an adventuress.
Her father died.

She works to support her family.

You see, she tells me everything.

Her name isn't even Mary.

She's a Jewess and I love her,
and she loves me.

I knew you could not understand!

And I've not yet even spoken
of marriage to her!

Wait!

You will not, Henry, speak...

of this matter again.

Tie your shoelace, or you'll
fall over.

- Is it nous sommes, vous sommez?
- Vous etes.

The length of immersion...

wasn't an important factor
in this process.

Ah, Mr Hewlett,
this is my daughter's governess.

If you do not object, I thought it might
be instructive for her to be here.

She's always keen to benefit
from new experiences.

So...

with a mixture of sweat and
wayward empiricism,

I finally hit upon the right combination.

for the fixation process.

Of course, I cannot take
all the credit.

Happy accident played her part.

Science is not always an
entirely rational being.

Are you feeling unwell, Miss Blackchurch?

These matters are not always of
interest to the ladies.

Miss Blackchurch, whatever does
this mean?

Have we Christmas charades?

I've come to say goodbye.

With your love of fine art,

I know that you will
treasure this forever.

- Rosina.
- Henry.

- Please, don't go.
- I'm sorry.

I've written you a letter...

one day, you'll understand.

Come and see me in London
if you ever forgive me.

Don't go! Rosina!

Let me come with you.
I love you.

You do not know me.
How can you love me?

You don't love me.
You love a dark idea.

- Henry, let me go. Drive on.
- Don't move! Please Rosina.

Ruthie? Ruthie Abrahams!

Becca? Mother?

Rosina? Oh, my darling!

Why didn't you send for me?

Where's Mother?

Where's Mother?

All right.

Do you like almond pudding?

I want you to think about
eating a large bowl full...

All right...

Almond pudding.

Good.

Rosina, it's nearly 3.00.
Your sitter's here.

I'm in your hands, Miss Da Silva.

Do with me what you will.

Would you turn your head a
little more into the light?

Still for a full minute...

Are we done?

Yes.

Yes, I think so.

Quite done.

If you leave your address with my sister,
the print will be ready within a week.

I think of Scotland hardly ever at all now.

My images are much admired...

and I am even to give a lecture at
the Royal Society.

They say I have captured the beauty
of my father's people,

and I am glad.

My Mary Blackchurch days
seem long gone now.

I hardly ever think of what
might have been,

or why he came to find me.

Or why it is...

that you love most those who always
seem to be turning away from you.

Work is a wonderful restorative.

I hardly ever think of those days at all.

No, I hardly ever think of them at all.