All language subtitles for love_in_a_cold_climate_2001_2

That bloody Hun Kroesig's just telephoned.

I don't want you mixed up with any Germans.
Do you understand?

Well, I am mixed up.

I'm engaged to him.

- Polly.
- Oh, Fanny, I've missed you.

That's Boy Dougdale, isn't it?

Yes, you remember him.
He's married to my Aunt Patricia.

What is the matter with my daughter?

She takes no notice of the young men
I provide for her and they take no notice of her.

They do say he's her lover.

Her lover?

I hate the lower classes.

Ravening beasts, trying to get my money.

You know, I have more and more faith
in this Herr Hitler.

Communism is the way forward.

The storm clouds are gathering across Europe.

The ruling classes are blind to the threat of war.

He's perfect. Heaven.

But you hate politics.

But Christian knows so much
about what people suffer

and how to make life better for them.

Polly, dear, something terrible has happened.

Your Aunt Patricia is dead.

Oh.

I've got something to tell you.

Boy and I are going to be married.

(Dogs barking)

There's a car coming.

What?

- A car.
- Inside, everyone.

Quick.

Come on.

A car coming.

Hurry up.

Jassy!

(Dog barks)

Get down, everyone!

We're not at home.

Good God.

The Montdores.

Polly's going to marry Boy?

And Patricia not cold in her grave.

- But he's Polly's uncle.
- Well, only by marriage.

How could he do this to me?

My beautiful daughter.

(Sobs)

I've always loathed that Dougdale.

Boy Dougdale, like a blasted lady's maid,
creeping and crawling around.

- (Sadie) Matthew.
- I'll go now and shoot the sewer.

- Matthew, dear, calm down.
- After all I've done for her!

When I think of all the suitable men.

I wouldn't even have minded
if she'd married a banker like Linda.

Not now, not after this.

(Sobs)

What?

(Dog barks)

Don't mention Linda.

- He's terribly upset.
- Why?

She's left her husband.

She ran away last week.

With a communist called Christian Talbot.

Oh. Do we know him?

We don't know what to do.

Now...

I want to send Polly here for a week or two.

Of course.

Can't endure the sight of her.

Sadie, I rely on you.

Maybe you can make her see some sense and...

stop this ridiculous marriage.

(Sobs)

I've put his name in the drawer.

(Fanny) I was invited down to Alconleigh
to help with this delicate situation.

- If Boy wants to stay here for a few days...
- Before you elope to Gretna Green.

...there's plenty of food for him. And we'll bicycle
to the Post Office with any letters.

There's a telephone there.

Rather public,
but you could always talk in French.

Oh, you are sweet.

But I don't really see the point
of making all those efforts when I shall soon be

with Boy for the whole rest of my life.

Besides, I don't want to annoy your mother

when she's being such an angel
to have me here.

I won't be so boring when I run away.

How can you marry him, Polly?

We always used to laugh at him.

Oh, dear Fanny,

you don't understand anything.

I've been in love with him for years.

Of course he wasn't free to marry then.

When did he propose?

Oh, Boy didn't propose to me.

I don't think he ever would have.

I mean, being so wonderfully unselfish,

and thinking that it matters for me not being
left things in wills and all that rubbish.

Oh, is that true?

He won't mind.

Besides, he knew what a hullabaloo
Mummy would make.

No, I knew I'd have to do the proposing
and I did.

It wasn't very difficult.

(Laughs)

Oh, isn't being happy wonderful?

Aunt Sadie tried too.

You have to remember, dear,

that marriage is a very intimate relationship.

It's not just sitting and chatting to a person.

There are...

other things, you know.

- Oh.
- (Birds flying away)

I've seen...

no one for weeks.

(Sighs) They've all been avoiding me.

They think you're still in mourning.

Oh, no, no, no.

No. They've heard.

About my engagement.

I'm becoming...

a social outcast.

(Sneezes) Oh dear.

- Are you all right?
- No.

Sonya gave me this cold.

I'm sure she'd be very pleased if she knew.

Oh, dear. I do miss her.

And my dear wife.

Maybe you should delay things.

Why?

No, I long to marry Polly.

But it wasn't even your idea.

Well, of course it was.

Once... she'd suggested it. (Laughs)

God sees all,

knows all, is all.

God shines a light into every corner
of the human heart,

and he does not like what he sees.

They did not ask for this war.

It is visited upon them by the forces
of international fascism.

(Murmurs of agreement)

For what happens in Spain today...

may happen here tomorrow.

We simply can't sit back and do nothing

when children are starving

because the tools of production,

the factories and farms and things,

are in the hands of the awful,
awful capitalist masters.

(Man) Hear, hear.

While women and foreigners
are toiling in domestic slavery.

There's no money,

so we must fight, comrades,

for the equality of all people

and knock down the class barriers between us
and the poor working people.

Not forgetting animals.

(Man) Hear, hear.

So join the Communist Party today.

We'd be most grateful
if you would contribute to the cause.

- It is a disaster.
- But she was so unhappy with Tony.

Naturally, she could never have stayed
with her husband, nobody expected that.

But Christian Talbot?

If she's in love with him,
he will make her miserable.

And if not, it means that she has embarked
upon a career like your mother's,

and that for Linda would be very bad indeed.

She says she's happy.

Yet he'll never...

sit and chat to her or concentrate upon her
in any way.

And she is a woman who requires
above all things, a great deal of concentration.

Really, it is too bad.

- Being a communist is so tiring.
- Linda...

- I had no idea.
- Linda...

- Do give me some tea.
- Linda.

And their parties are simply killing.

They're always held in these gloomy places.

Well, I don't see the point of sad parties,
do you?

Linda.

My dear.

You are making a terrible mistake.

Left-wing people are always dreadfully gloomy
because they mind so much about their causes.

And their causes are always going
so terribly badly.

How has Tony taken all this?

Oh, he's awfully pleased because now he can
marry his mistress without having a scandal.

Linda, his mistress?

She's a terrific counter-Hon.

Father works in the Foreign Office.
Frightfully grand.

Looks like a deep-sea monster, you know.

What about your baby?

Well, she adores Moira, so that's all right.

I needn't feel the least bit guilty.

They'll all do much better without me.

Now do tell me about Polly and Boy.

Well, how could she marry him?

He groped Fanny once under the table.

And do you remember, when we were children,

all those sexy pinches on the nursery landing?

(Laughter)

Who giveth this woman
to be married to this man?

Please say after me...

I, Harvey, take thee, Leopoldina...

I, Harvey,

take thee, Leopoldina...

(Cries out)

(Sobbing)

To be my lawful wedded wife.

To be...

to be my lawful wedding wife...

To have and to hold from this day forward.

To have and to hold from this day forward...

For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer.

Hampton House, Montdore House,

Craigside Castle,

the property and coal mines of Northumberland,

the extensive further properties in London,

and the remaining estate of your father
valued at ?2 million sterling

will henceforth be transferred to
Lord Montdore's single surviving male heir,

Cedric Hampton.

Oh.

(Polly laughs)

Well, who is this Cedric Hampton?

Oh, some long-lost cousin.

He comes from Nova Scotia.

In Canada?

What is he, a lumberjack?

One thing we do know...

he's going to be terribly rich.

You mean a capitalist oppressor.

Being a Conservative was easy.

It takes place within certain hours
and then it finishes.

Whereas being a communist
seems to eat up all of one's life.

Still, the comrades are such Hons, Fanny.

At least one knows they're not doing any harm.

What sort of comrade runs this place?

A huge, perfectly silent one called Boris.

But Thursday's his day for getting drunk.

(Laughs)

Linda, my dear.

Fanny.

Hello, Merlin.

Lovely to see you.

I always come here on Thursdays.

- Why?
- Because Linda puts her favourite books up.

So instead of A Challenge To Coal Owners,
we have King Solomon's Mines.

And instead of Karl Marx: The Formative Years...

The Making Of A Marchioness.

Bliss. I've been looking for it for ages.

It's the only red bookshop in England
that makes a profit.

- Have you heard from Polly?
- No.

Well, not since they moved to Italy. She told me
they couldn't afford to live in England.

- You know he had to rent out Sylkin?
- Yes.

What a mess.

Still, at least you're happy, dear Fanny.

- When are you going to get married?
- Next month.

I think it's rather silly.

Once is enough.

But Ma says I'm the sort of person one marries
if one's living with them.

Besides, Christian wants to,
even though he is a communist.

Lord Merlin was right, I was happy.

But as the months passed,
I feared for my friends, Polly and Linda.

I feared that they had just glimpsed a mirage
rather than a real happiness,

thought they wouldn't, of course, admit it.

It's Lady Montdore.

- I'm going to my study.
- Oh, don't leave me alone with her.

Look, I... I have got to finish those essays.

Coward!

Oh. Tea.

It's a thousand pities you're so dreadfully poor.

I hate to see you living
in this horrid little hovel.

Oh, how weak you have it.

No, no, no, no, no. This will do quite well.

Yes. Montdore was talking to the bishop
only the other day,

and he says your husband is really quite clever.

Oh, he is.

He's the cleverest man I've ever met.

I suppose he thinks I'm a very stupid person.

No. No, he doesn't.

I suppose he thinks I never read.

Many people think that because they see me
leading this active life,

wearing myself out for others.

I mean, it's all very well for funny little people
like you who have only yourselves to consider.

And if I might offer you a little advice, Fanny,
it would be to read fewer books,

and to make your home
slightly more comfortable.

That is what a man appreciates in the long run.

Now, dear, I want you to come to Hampton
next Tuesday.

Cedric Hampton is coming to stay.

Cedric Hampton?

He comes for a fortnight.

I wrote out the dates very carefully indeed,

I always do when it's a question of
a country house visit,

then there is no awkwardness
about the length of it.

(Sighs)

Oh, it's only you.

Hello.

Hello.

Do you think we shall hear the motor
when it comes up the drive?

- Oh, I shall, I hear everything.
- We're not stone-deaf, you know.

I expect he'll be the outdoors type.

- They all are in Nova Scotia.
- Or maybe he could help with the tree felling.

I do hope he won't bring in any mud.

We should have covered the Aubusson.

(Footsteps)

Mr Cedric Hampton.

Don't speak.

Just for a moment.

Just let me go on looking at you

wonderful, wonderful people!

Welcome to Hampton.

The beauty of it.

This house, so romantic,

such a repository of treasures.

And above all, you two...

the most beautiful people I have ever seen.

Won't you take off your spectacles?

I should like to see your eyes.

Later, dear Lady Montdore, later,

when my dreadful paralysing shyness
has quite worn off.

Oh.

This is a - this is a cousin of ours and a...

distant relation of yours, Cedric.

Fanny Wincham.

I'm enchanted to meet you, Mrs Wincham.

You are missus, I hope, aren't you?

Yes.

Oh, yes. I can tell you are not a spinster.

Oh, boule.

Mm.

Signor Bossi.

Limoges.

What very important pieces.

You're obviously an expert.

I adore France, you see.

It's one's idea of heaven.

- Did you live there?
- I was sent to Paris by my guardian,

a banker, to learn some horrid sort of job.

I quite forget what as I never had to go near it.

Why not?

It is not necessary to have jobs in Paris.

One's friends are so very, very kind.

I've never been very fond of France,
the people are so frivolous.

I prefer the Germans.

Germans?

The frivolity of the Germans terrifies even one.

I have a German friend in Paris,

and a more frivolous creature, Lady Montdore,
does not exist.

Oh.

He has caused me many a heartache.

I hope you'll make some
suitable English friends now, Cedric.

Yes.

Yes, that I long for.

But please, can my chief English friend be you,

dear Lady Montdore?

I think you should call us

Aunt Sonya and Uncle Montdore.

May I really?

Oh, how charming you are.

Aunt Sonya.

You seem to shower happiness around you.

(Laughs)

Yes, I do.

I live for others, I suppose that's why.

The sad thing is that people
have not always appreciated it,

they are so selfish themselves.

You were in India, I hear.

They must have worshipped you there.

- Worshipped me. Yes.
- I can see you

riding on your elephant like a goddess.

It was quite touching.

And, of course,
we did a very great deal for them.

I think I may say that we put India on the map.

Hardly any of one's friends in England
had ever even heard of India

- before we went there, you know.
- How fascinating.

Did you keep a journal when you were there?

Please say yes. I would so love to read it.

It's really a sort of scrapbook.

Erm...

Journeys up country.

Letters of appreciation from rajahs.

And Indian poetry translated by Montdore.

- Oh.
- Mm-hm.

(Reads) Prayer Of A Widow Before Suti.

Death Of An Old Mahoot.

Touching, isn't it?

Makes you cry.

Oh, I must read it. Every word.

I can hardly wait.

From that moment, there was no question
of Cedric coming to Hampton for a fortnight,

he was obviously there for good.

And after dinner, Aunt Sonya,

will you let me see you in your jewels?

My jewels.

Have you some maquillage in your bag, dear?

And a comb?

Naughty you.

Oh. Never mind.

We've got to show the bone structure.
So beautiful on you.

I think we'll have to find you a new coiffeur.

Over the next few months,
Lady Montdore became transformed.

It goes quite hard.

And in the morning, you can't smile.

Not a glimmer.

Not even at one.

So you can't telephone until you've removed it.

Because you know if you telephone smilelessly,
you sound cross.

Hm.

And if it happened to be one on the other end,
well...

one couldn't bear that.

Before you come into a room,

say brush.

Brush?

I got it out of a very old book on deportment.

It fixes this very gay smile

on one's face.

Brush.

Brush.

No, no.

- Brush.
- Brush.

Brush.

- Brush.
- Brush.

Brush.

- Brush.
- Brush.

- Yes. Brush.
- Brush.

- Brush.
- Brush.

- Brush!
- Brush.

- Brush!
- Brush!

- Yes!
- (Laughs)

- Brush. Brush.
- Brush. Brush.

- Brush.
- Brush.

Brush.

She's a darling.

So young, so delicious.

I do hope I shall be just like her when I'm 100.

Darling, darling Muffy.

Aren't they heaven, men like that?

Nature's form of birth control,
I always think.

Look how she adores him.

Quite forgotten her daughter.

- Cedric, darling.
- Veronica.

You have done well for yourself.

I'm not bad for a working girl.

- (Laughs)
- Sh.

Early in 1939, the population of Catalonia
streamed over the Pyrenees into France,

where they found no promised land,

for the French put them into camps
and forgot all about them.

Christian rushed off to Perpignan
to work with the refugees.

And he sent for Linda to join him.

Is he your dog?

Is he your dog?

Linda.

Well, you can...
You can see what we're up against.

Christian.

Well, now you must give me some work to do.

Yes, er...

What can we think of?

- Can you speak Spanish?
- No.

- What do you know about welfare work?
- Well, nothing, I'm afraid.

- Oh, dear. How hopeless I am.
- Lavender will find you a job.

Lavender.

- Lavender Davies!
- Hello, Linda.

- Do you two know each other?
- Oh, yes. We're great friends.

I was a bridesmaid at her wedding.

- Her first wedding. To Tony.
- Lavender's wonderful.

- She works with the mothers and babies.
- Oh, how's your little girl?

Oh.

She's fine.

I know what you can do.

We're evacuating 7,000 refugees to Mexico
and...

(Sniffs) What delicious scent you have.

Apres I'Ondee?

- Mm.
- I thought so.

You can arrange the accommodation on the ship.

Right. Calvo family.

Four. One, two,

three, four.

And the Malzaga family.

One, two.

One. And two.

Yes. Now the family Latapi.

No, no, no, no.

No, monsieur. No, excuse me, sir.

No. Excuse me.

Please.

Senor. No.

Please. Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Hey. No.

(Hubbub)

Sir.

Senor. No.

No! Please.

- Matt!
- Linda.

Oh, Matt.

It's my brother.

Mi hermana!

Oh, I hoped I'd find you here.

You haven't come to take me home, have you?

No, of course not.

I've bolted too.

- With Christian Talbot.
- Christian?

Chris...

I bet they made a stink at home.

The refugees are such terrific Hons.

Don't let Fa hear you say that.

(As Fa) Frogs are slightly better
than Huns or wops,

- but abroad is unutterably bloody.
...utterably bloody.

(Both) And all foreigners are fiends.

# Fearful the dead of the diver must be

# Sleeping alone

# Sleeping alone

# Sleeping alone

# In the dead

# Of the sea #

(Laughter)

You've done wonderfully, Linda.

Did you, er, did you work on any special plan
when you were allocating the cabins?

- Why? Wasn't it all right?
- Perfect. Everybody had a place.

I just wondered what you went by
when you allocated the good cabins, that's all.

I simply gave the best cabins to the people
who had Labrador on their card

because I used to have one when I was little,
he was so terrific.

So sweet, you know.

Labrador in Spanish means labourer.

So under your scheme, which was excellent
by the way, most democratic,

the farm hands all found themselves in luxury,
while the intellectuals were battened.

I do miss having dogs.

They love you however silly you are.

(Whispers)

(Merlin) I'm not happy.

- What do they do all day?
- Boy waters his geraniums.

You know how bad it is for them
to have too much water,

course they'll all leaf as a result.

And they can't afford to come home?

Poor Boy.

No club, no London Library,

no Sonya.

Shut up month after month with
a cross little girl he's known from a baby.

Poor Polly.

Look, I know it's wrong to arouse
the sexual instincts of little girls

so they fall madly in love with you...

but poor old Boy's taking a fearful punishment.

And between you and me...

she's having some other trouble with him.

Kitchen maids.

No.

Not kitchen maids.

Sonya has never mentioned Polly to me.

Never once.

Well, perhaps she doesn't think about her
any more.

This Polly can't be much of a personality...

to have left such a small...

dent where she used to be.

Well, the thing about Polly...

is her beauty.

More beautiful than one?

Mm. Well, with Polly you just gaze and gaze.

Maybe I should have a nip and a tuck
like Sonya. What do you think?

When you think how rich she would have been.

No cruel looks at one.

Fair's fair. You know.

(Gasps)

Schiaparelli.

How can you tell?

It's from your wicked mother,
The Bolter, I expect.

Well, might I not have bought it for myself?

No, no, my love.

You are saving up to educate
your 12 brilliant sons.

You stay as you are, my darling.

There's no point in
your wearing expensive clothes.

You are like the Royal Family.

Whatever you wear,

you look exactly the same.

This is Archie, poor thing. His lorry had broken
down in the village, so we've given him a job.

So clever of Cedric to think of having him.

- Cedric always does such original things.
- (Laughs)

For your ear alone, Fanny darling.

It was a stroke of thunder when I saw him.

What one does so love about love

is the time before they find out
what one is like.

(# Guitar music)

(Clapping)

Little houseless match

It has no roof, no thatch

It lies alone, it makes no moan

The little houseless match

(Sobs)

Oh, Matt.

What's the matter?

He loves her.

- What?
- He loves Lavender.

Lavender Davies?

Oh, I haven't seen them kissing
or anything like that, but...

I just know that they're perfectly happy
together.

(Sniffs) They're utterly suited.

Their work.

Their ideals.

They're soul mates.

(Linda) "Dear Christian,

"I can see that our marriage has been a failure.

"I'm going away. Please don't look for me.

"Please look after Matt.

"PS...

"I think you had much better marry Lavender."

(Dog barks)

(Fanny) The journey this time was horrible.

Linda had torn up the past two years and
thrown them away like so much waste paper.

She had found neither great love
nor inspired it in others.

And now she was doomed to the lonely, hunted
life of a beautiful but unattached woman.

A woman like my mother,

The Bolter.

(Shouts)

(Whistle)

Oh, Monsieur.

(In French)

Nous sommes aujourd'hui le trente.

Monsieur!

(Sobs)

Bonjour.

(Laughs)

One does not have to be Sherlock Holmes
to guess that.

Why?

Well, French ladies never, never
sit crying on their suitcases

at the Gare du Nord in the very early morning.

While white slaves always have protectors

and it is only too clear
that you are unprotected just now.

- (Sobs)
- Oh.

(Laughs)

Merci.

My return ticket's expired.

Now, I invite you to luncheon with me.

But first you must have a bath and rest,

and a cold compress on your face.

- Ah, porter.
- J'arrive, Monsieur.

Hotel Montalembert.

Je vous prie de m'excuser, madame,
for not taking you to the Ritz,

but I have a feeling for the Hotel Montalembert
just now,

that it will suit your mood this morning.

I will fetch you a little before one o'clock.

Merci.

You kept me waiting. That is a very good sign.

A sign? Of what?

That our affair will be happy and last long.

We're not having an affair.

My name is Fabrice.

May I ask yours?

- Linda.
- Linda.

(Laughs) Comme c'est jolie.

With me it usually lasts five years.

Well, my first was a Conservative.

And my second is a communist.

Just as I guessed.

Your first is rich and your second poor.

How can you tell?

The fur coat, though it is a hideous colour,

still it usually betokens a rich husband
somewhere.

Then this dreadful linen suit you are wearing
has ready-made written all over it.

You are rude. It's a very pretty suit.

And last year's.

If you were well-dressed
you would be quite good-looking,

though it's true your eyes are small.

Blue. A good colour.

But small.

In England, I am considered a beauty.

Well...

you have a point.

Merci.

Merci beaucoup.

How fortunate you are to live in such a city.

It would be impossible to be very unhappy here.

One's emotions are intensified in Paris.

One can be more happy and also more unhappy
here than in any other place.

But the rest of the world
seems unbearably bleak to us.

Hardly worth living.

Come and see my flat.

No, no.

No, the time has come for me to point out
that I am une femme serieuse.

(Laughs)

What a phrase. Where did you find it?

And if so serious,
how do you explain the second husband?

Well, I admit that I did wrong,

very wrong indeed,

but that is no reason for losing control
altogether.

And please, if you would be so kind
as to lend me some money.

I want to catch the London train
tomorrow morning.

Of course, by all means.

I will come back at eight o'clock
and take you to dinner.

(Sighs)

(Telephone)

- Hello.
- (Fabrice) Hello.

Hello.

Good morning.
Are you having breakfast? Is it good?

It's so delicious that I have to keep stopping
for fear of finishing it too quickly.

(Laughs) I must tell you that I like
very long conversations in the morning

and I shall expect you to raconter tes histoires.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I adore chatting, it's my favourite thing,

and I expect that you will want to ring off
ages before I do.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

Haven't you any other engagements?

Of course. I've cancelled them.

- Well, who are your friends?
- Les gens du monde.

And yours?

Well, I used to know worldly people,

but since my second marriage
I've become more serious.

Oh, everybody's getting more serious.
That's the way things are going.

Whatever one may be in politics,
a communist or a fascist,

les gens du monde are
the only possible ones for friends.

Why?

What else is there to distinguish man
from the animals, but his social life?

And who understands it so well
as les gens du monde?

But one cannot have it at the same time
as a love affair, so...

I have cancelled all my engagements.

Well, what a pity, because
I'm going back to London tomorrow morning.

And this time I really am.

Ah, yes.

I had forgotten.

What a pity.

(Telephone)

- Hello.
- (Fabrice) Hello.

Hello.

- Were you asleep?
- Yes, of course.

- What time is it?
- About two.

Shall I come round and see you?

Do you mean now?

Yes.

I must say it would be very nice.

But the only thing is,
what would the night porter say?

(Knocking)

Do you always laugh when you make love?

I suppose I do.

I generally laugh when I'm happy
and cry when I'm not.

I'm a very simple character, you know.

Don't most women laugh?

Oh, no. Laugh and they cry.

How extraordinary.

- Don't they enjoy it?
- They call on the Virgin Mary to forgive them.

(Laughs)

But you, my dear, it's very strange.

Pas desagreable...

This is where I'm going to live?

When I was young, I used to hide in wardrobes,

disguise myself as a footman,

climbing out the windows.

Now I prefer to be comfortable.

Oh.

Your femme de menage
called you Monsieur le Duc.

Well, who exactly are you?

Oh, haven't you discovered that?

What an extraordinary lack of curiosity.

My name is Sauveterre.

In short, madame, I am happy to tell you
that I am a very rich duke,

a most agreeable thing to be,

even in these days.

(Linda) "He met you, apparently, at Hampton,

"he said you went for a walk
and discussed Polly.

"We have a routine."

I must tell you that my family
is not entirely without virtue.

"Fabrice dines with me every night
and stays until seven o'clock the next morning,

"when he goes home, gets into bed
with his breakfast and the newspapers,

"phones me up at nine
and we talk nonsense for an hour,

"as though he hasn't seen me for days.

"Oh, I know it's wicked,
but I'm so happy, Fanny,

"so very happy."

Polly.

Polly, what a treat.

How marvellous to see you.

- Hello, Boy.
- Hello.

- How lovely Italy must have been.
- Yes.

Yes, though I rather think Polly is...

delighted to be back.

Do forgive Boy, he's dying to get to the library.

Ah, yes.

Yes.

Oh. Don't hurry a bit.

Oh, it's so wonderful to be home!

(Laughs)

Oh, Fuller's walnut cake. What bliss.

Why have you come home now?

I can't have a baby abroad.

Poor little thing, not a cow in the place.

We're so lucky that Geoffrey came to the rescue.

- Geoffrey?
- Lord Paddington.

He's asked Boy to write the history of his
family. That's why we can afford to come home.

- Do you know him?
- Yes.

He never came to Hampton
because he couldn't stand Mama.

Hm.

I wonder what's going to come first,

this war or my baby.

Are you going to see your mother?

Boy's frightened,

but there's really nothing more
she can do to us, is there?

Well, I don't think you have to worry about her.

She's altered completely in this past year.

I'm dying to meet Cedric.

Oh, he's dying to meet you too.

You're Rebecca to him.

You mean they're in love?

Oh, no. Not in that way.

It's not Cedric's thing.

I used to think at one time that Mummy
rather fancied Boy, though he says not.

S'il vous plait.

Good heavens!

Merci.

- Are you in disguise?
- No, I have to wear these when I go abroad.

I have such kind eyes, you see,

beggars cluster around and annoy me.

(Laughs) Why are you here?

I'm staying with Baby,

but I really wanted to see how you are.

I've been madly curious.

Do Ma and Fa know?

No, they think you're still with Christian.

It is a great pleasure to see you in the part,
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Goodness. How funny it all is.

Such a wonderfully
old-fashioned little love nest.

What an interest you are in one's life,
Linda dear.

Don't tease.

I'm so happy, you can't think.

What time does your lover usually arrive?

Not till seven. Oh, do stay and see him, Merlin,
he is such a terrific Hon.

- Well, who is he?
- He is called the Duc de Sauveterre.

Oh.

Do you know him?

Darling Linda,

one always forgets under
that look of sophistication

what a little provincial you really are.

Of course I know Fabrice.

And all about him and so does everyone else.

Except you.

Well, what do you mean?

Fabrice...

is undoubtedly one of the wickedest men
in Europe as far as women are concerned.

But I must admit,

he's a most agreeable companion.

Oh.

Bonjour, Madame.

Oui. Merci.

Why did you come to my house today?

I suddenly wanted to see you very much.

Why didn't you wait?

I wanted to ask you something.

And then I realised...

it wasn't important.

Nothing matters except this.

Us.

Now.

I don't want to go back home ever.

But you will probably have to.

Soon.

German troops are mobilising
close to the border.

I never want to leave you.

For as long as I live.

You must promise me, ma chere,

that the very minute I tell you
to leave for London, you must do so.

I have a flat in Chelsea, it's all ready for you.

What about you?

I have duties that will keep me here.

Hello, darling.

Have you seen,
they've started putting sandbags up all along...

Polly's baby died.

Fanny.

How lovely to see you.

Oh, Polly.

Look. Geoffrey Paddington sent those.

I'm so sorry.

Isn't he a perfect love?

They're my favourite flowers.

They'll be here any minute.
You're not to leave me alone with them.

(Car approaches)

Is that them?

- Is Cedric there?
- Now, Lady Polly, it's early days

- and if you don't want visitors...
- Tell me what they're doing, Fanny.

Well, Boy and Cedric are chatting away.

Your husband's no fool.

What do you mean?

Well, if he gets into Cedric's good graces,
it might help matters, mightn't it?

They're coming up.

- Polly, are you sure...
- I'd better get it over with,

otherwise this silly feud will go on for ever.

Besides, I can't wait to see Mummy's hair.

Oh!

(Laughs)

Aw.

Oh, you've moved Patricia's dressing table.
So much better like that. More light.

Lovely flowers.
May I have one for Cedric's buttonhole?

So the poor baby died.

I expect it was just as well,
children are such an awful expense nowadays.

- She seems quite cheerful.
- Hm.

Boy's going to show me over his blissful garden,
darling. He'll drive me home later.

Lovely, lovely.

Just a quick tour.

Cheerio.

So...

I met a wonderful chap in Amalfi,
said he knew you.

- Oh. What's his name?
- Count Pinchio.

Oh, I'd die for him.

(Laughs)

He dies for you too.

Oh. Was it a house party?

Don't stop. Tell me who else was there.

- Well, the Countess Harcourt, of course.
- Oh.

- Doesn't she have funny little eyes?
- Mm. Like a bull terrier.

Yes.

Yes. Or one of those fishes, you know.

(Laughing)

(Knocking)

Oh, Polly, my dear.

I'm so very sorry.

You've had a terrible time, haven't you?

What can I do to help?

- Oh, Geoffrey.
- Oh, my dear.

- (Sobs)
- Sh.

My poor dear.

Sh.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me. Don't interrupt, my angel.

He loves me not.

Oh, heaven. He loves me.

I may as well tell you, my darling,
that the second big thing in my life has begun.

Cedric managed the whole thing
quite beautifully.

As soon as Polly had recovered her health,
he took Boy away for a few weeks,

during which time a Morris Cowley was seen
more and more frequently in the drive,

until before very long, Polly got into it...

and was taken to Paddington Park,

where she remained.

Ready?

When war was finally declared in September,

Alfred was called up
and I took refuge at Alconleigh.

Good.

Good.

Very good.

Another foot, Josh. Come on. No slacking.

This will stop the sewers for at least two hours.

Possibly three.

Before we all get killed.

Tea's ready.

Come on.

Keep at it.

Thank you, Sadie.

Oh, Sadie, it's so lovely to be back.

The more the merrier, dear,
and Linda will be home soon, I hope.

It will be just like old times.

But we can't seem to get in touch with her.
She and Christian still seem to be in Paris.

You'll never guess in a thousand thousand years
who's just arrived.

- Who?
- Hitler?

Linda?

Good God!

The Bolter.

My darling daughter.

How I've missed you.

So Juan, the darling boy,

helped me escape across the Pyrenees.

We walked for days and days.

- The blisters!
- You must be very brave.

(Scoffs)

It's no use talking to him, darling,
he doesn't speak a word of English.

I'm sorry, Mummy,
but it is absolutely disgusting.

What is it?

What can I do?
The meat ration only lasts about two meals.

Why can't you shoot some pheasants, Farve?

Because I'm saving my ammunition for the Hun.

He's Spanish, Matthew.

(Whispers) How many husbands has she had?

It's either six or seven.

(Knocking)

The Germans have invaded Denmark.

You must leave this afternoon.

Here we are.

When this is over,
you will come and find me in London?

Promise.

Might be months.

Or years.

I shall wait.

- (Whistle)
- (Man) Attention a la fermature des portes!

Attention!

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.

# Alla abajo corren los suenos

# De las palomas que no volaron #

Do you know, Juan rushes into her room
before tea and lives with her.

Before tea. Can you imagine?

# Historias de tiempos pasados... #

He has my eyes, don't you think?

Well, isn't this nice?

Just us together.

A family again after all this time.

There's something I want to ask you.

All these years I've been curious
and now I'm a mother myself

I've been thinking about it even more.

What I mean is, now I've got David, I...

Listen, Bolter, I'm not having that dago
in my house any longer.

- But darling...
- Make other arrangements.

You're such a pasha, darling.

(Laughs) You want to keep
all your women to yourself.

- It's been two months, Bolter.
- He saved my life in Spain.

I can't stand the sight of that sewer
lounging about here.

He's not lounging, sweetie, he's unhappy.
He's got nothing to do.

He used to be a cook, you know.

He ran a restaurant before the Civil War.

He kept it going through all the fighting.

He made the most wonderful meals
out of absolutely nothing.

# No me digas mas "Te quiero"

# Demuestralo de verdad

# Dame tabaco y dinero
y quitame de trabajar #

Mm.

Ooh.

Ooh, what is it today, Juan?

Arroz con azafran,

menestra de verduras

y pollo en pepitoria.

Delicious.

- Senora.
- Children.

It smells of abroad.

I'm going to go, the moment I'm 21.

- Know how much I've got in the Post Office?
- You can't go abroad, dear. None of us can.

I wish Linda would telephone.

At least she's in London now.

What does that Talbot fellow think he's doing?

Why can't he put her on a train?

Can't you go and see her, Fanny?

Perhaps she would listen to you.

Linda, darling.

- You must come to Alconleigh.
- But I can't.

Fabrice might call.

Well, London's going to be bombed
any day soon.

He's working for De Gaulle now.

It's very dangerous.

I've got to be here for him.

You look terrible.

Oh, I just feel sick, that's all.

I'm having his baby.

But you're not supposed to have another child.

Doctors.

They don't know anything.

They're such fearful idiots.

If this comes out...

he'll telephone.

If this comes out...

he'll write.

(Plane flies overhead)

(Air raid siren)

If this comes out...

he won't be killed.

(Telephone)

Hello.

Yes.

Fabrice.

I came to tell you I love you.

The others were false, but this is real,
and I came to tell you.

Do you think we shall ever live together?

(Laughs)

But of course we shall.

For years and years and years.

- Until I'm 90.
- (Laughs)

I have a very faithful nature.

But you weren't very faithful to the others.

You said they lasted five years.

Ah, but as I love you ten times
more than them...

that brings me to 90.

I have been so romantic with so many women...

but with you...

I knew from the first moment.

It was like...

recognising somebody.

Their...

I can't explain.

Don't try to.

(Sobs)

There's no question of evacuation.

You women, with the family,

must go down to the cellar
while the battle is on.

There's an excellent tap,

and I've provisioned you with bully beef
for a week.

Matthew.

Linda's building has been bombed.

What?

What? Oh, God.

Hello.

- Bloody cut off again!
- We could try Christian's friend.

- What was his name?
- Try the people who phoned in the first place.

I've told you, I don't know who it was.
Nanny took the message.

(Matthew) Oh!

My bed simply went through the floor
and I went with it.

(Sobs)

Most comfortable.

Oh!

Oh, thank God I didn't lose the baby.

Baby?

Isn't that garlic?

What?

Ma.

Oh.

Darling, you know what the doctor said.

Isn't this lovely?

Did you have it made
when you were living in Paris?

Mm.

It's really wonderful what you can get there
on no money if you're clever.

And look. This goes with it.

It was Sauveterre you were living with,
wasn't it?

- How do you know?
- (Laughs)

Everybody knew on the Riviera, darling.

Clever you, nabbing him.

Don't tell anyone.

Oh, I know.

They think that
you're still living with your husband.

(Laughs)

Don't worry. I'm not that kind of girl.

Excuse me.

Well, you needn't be like that with me, sweetie.

She thinks I'm like her.

Honestly!

I'm sorry, Fanny, I know she's your mother.

- You're different.
- Why?

You're not a bolter.

Is Polly a bolter?

I think if anyone's a bolter in that marriage,

it's probably Boy.

So here we are, darlings,

having our lovely cake and eating it too.

One's great aim in life.

(Laughs)

What's the time, darling?

Guess.

He'll ring soon. I know he will.

You know what I was thinking, Fanny?

We're a lost generation, you and me.

In history I expect the two wars
will count as one war

and we shall be squashed out of it altogether.

Might just as well never have lived at all.

I do think it's a shame.

(Plane flies overhead)

Quick!

Down to the cellars!

Air attack!

There's a whole squadron of the sewers.
Come on, Bolter.

(Telephone)

Come on, girls.

- Emma.
- Down you go.

You're staying to fight.

Linda.

(Telephone continues ringing)

Oh, my God.

Linda.

- It's all right.
- Answer the phone, Fanny.

Answer the phone.

Oh!

It's all right. It's all right.

All right.

It's all right.

All clear.

False alarm.

- Help!
- Oh!

Help!

Help! Help!

It's all right.

Help!

(Screams)

The doctors were right

for it did kill her.

Fabrice was caught by the Gestapo
and subsequently shot.

He was a hero of the Resistance
and his name has become a legend in France.

Alfred and I adopted the little Fabrice.

He has black eyes the same shape
as Linda's blue ones,

and is a most beautiful and enchanting child.

I love him quite as much as,

and perhaps more than,

I do my own.

Poor Linda.

But don't you think it's just as well?

The lives of women like her and me are not
much fun when one begins to grow older.

Oh, she would have been happy with Fabrice.

He was the great love of her life, you know,

and she of his.

Oh, darling.

One always thinks that.

Every, every time.