All language subtitles for hetty.feather.s04e06

I wonder what became of that boy.

Perhaps he would be furious
with his mother

and want to burn down Calendar Hall.

I want to learn.
Without Henry, how am I to do that?

I write to you in the hopes
of absolving a sin.

Your mother sees you as
nothing but a stain

from her past to be forgotten -

perhaps you would like to know
where she now lives.

There are many ways to
sense danger -

the smell of a fire, maybe...

BABY CRIES

..or perhaps the cry of a baby.

BABY CRIES

Sometimes these warnings
amount to nothing...

..yet we still act on them
every single day.

I feel like someone's
watching from the trees.

Should we ever trust our instincts?

Maybe Hetty's right, and there is
someone lurking in the trees.

Have you ever heard of the Wolf Boy?
OWL HOOTS

They say an infant wandered
into the woods and got lost inside.

There, in the darkest part
of the forest,

he came across a pack
of bloodthirsty wolves.

Did they eat him?

Some would say he had a worse fate.

They chose to keep him
and raise him as one of their own.

Over time, the boy learned to move,

howl, hunt, even
think like a wolf,

until he forgot that he was
ever human to begin with.

Now he roams the forest
with his pack,

his soulless eyes searching
for their next kill.

TWIG SNAPS,
THEY GASP

I didn't imagine that.

Whoever's there, show yourself.

It was probably a deer.

Come on, let's call it a night.

A rabid boy who eats raw meat -
please, say it's only a tale!

Whatever it is, something's
definitely out there.

Don't worry, you'll hear his
tortured howls first

and then you should run as fast
as you can.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Lizzie, I need you to
watch over Constance.

BELL RINGS
The nursery maid is out

with Mrs Calendar and the baby.

Excellent, Hetty.

How about you rest your feet
and fold napkins a while?

And me, Mrs Brody?

I can see my reflection perfectly.

No-one likes a show-off, Sheila.

There's a bucket of fresh fish
from the market.

I'll need you to gut their innards
and cook them for lunch.

FOOTSTEPS MOVE AWAY

Isn't this where we heard the deer?

Looks like fingerprints,
but surely not.

The Wolf Boy is an old wives' tale -
wolves died out years ago.

Come on,
we'll never fill these baskets.

Maybe a boy was raised by wild dogs,
foxes, ferrets?

Ferrets...

SHE SIGHS

Careful of moths
flying out of those.

Henry had to take all the books.

Before he left, we were due to
study Graham's law,

and now I can't find
an explanation anywhere.

Have you seen the publishing date?
Yes, I realise they're old.

No wonder you can't
find any modern science -

these books will probably
say the world's flat.

Where are you going?

Excuse me.

These books are useless.

I need every new scientific journal
and publication there is.

I'm holding interviews for my
newspaper, Emily. I don't have time.

If I'm to be a doctor,

I need to study modern science,
not medieval witchery.

HE SIGHS
Oh, science, medicine...

Will you hurry up and find
a new preoccupation?

This is more than some silly phase.

I want to be a doctor.

It's a fool's errand
and I shouldn't be encouraging it.

Sir, a candidate
for the journalist position.

Thank you, Agnes.

Believe me, Emily,
it's for your own good.

Now, you're causing a disruption.

You have these books -
don't make me take those away.

How do you tell the difference
between a friend who is a girl,

who cares as a friend,

or a girl who is a friend,
who secretly cares?

I have no idea what you just said,

but I'm guessing it's about Hetty.

Yeah, girls are a mystery.

All you can do is follow your gut
and hope for the best.

SNORING
Jack...

SNORING

Get ready to run in that direction.

What's the plan?

STONE THUDS

Come back here!

Aaaaargh!

Aaaargh!

HE GRUNTS

Come on, get over here. Quick!
Ow! My ankle!

Find something to tie his hands.

GRUNTING AND GROANING

Vince. Is that how you greet
an old friend, Gid?

But the nursery maid says we have to
brush your hair before lunch.

Oh, forget all that.

It's a perfect day for
an outdoor tea party.

Outdoor?

Perhaps we should stay in here
where it's nice and safe.

You never know what's out there.

No, it's much nicer
going outdoors...

Thank heavens that insufferable
child isn't coming today.

Now, why Rosamund insists on
taking that baby everywhere

is quite beyond me.

Speaking of which, are we
closer to any revelations?

About Hetty?

It's going to take time to
gain her trust.

Servant girls gossip.
How hard can it be?

Make her feel more special.
Give her more treats.

Ah! A fine day to introduce you
to Lady Manderley.

Shall we? Mmm.

It's a small sprain.
I'll be fine.

What are you doing here?
You look terrible.

Oh, nice to see you too, Gid.
You used to be such a friendly boy.

Can somebody explain
who this is?

He's from the Foundling Hospital.
He's supposed to be in the Army.

Home on leave to come
and see my good old chums,

and reminisce about
the good old days.

Chums? You bullied me for years.
Why are you really here?

It doesn't matter. He's trespassing
on the grounds and needs to leave

before we get in serious trouble.

Are you the master of the house?

I'm the groundskeeper, actually.

A glorified garden boy.

Thought so.

Don't you have hedges to prune?

JACK CHUCKLES

He's not worth it, Gid.
Just leave him to rot.

I've run away from the Army.

If they find me, I'll go to prison.

Come to the folly now.
We've found our...Wolf Boy.

Back soon. If Brody comes, tell her
that smell's making me feel queasy.

My cutlery was twice as
shiny as yours.

Always singling you out
for praise and reward...

Don't you ever wonder why you
get special treatment?

Maybe she just respects my work.

You're Hetty Feather -

when have you ever been on
the right side of someone in charge?

It's like your feeling about
someone in the woods.

I can't explain it, but something
tells me we shouldn't trust her.

BELL RINGS

Samuel Buscombe. I'm here for
an interview with Mr Calendar.

Mr Buscombe, do come in.

What a marvellous building.

I'll inform Mr Calendar of
your arrival.

Agnes will show you to the library.

Quick. I don't have long.

Vince?

What?

How is he...?

He's deserted from the Army.

But they'll be looking for you.

So I'll hide in the woods.

Maybe in a few years
this'll all blow over.

Are you serious?

Even if the Army don't find you,
you'll never survive on your own.

Maybe you wouldn't, Garden Boy.

I've survived fine for weeks,

roaming where the wind blows,
living off nature's bounty...

A twisted ankle won't stop me.

He was trespassing.

We chased. He tripped.

VINCE SIGHS

We'll give you shelter
until you're fit to leave.

But, Hetty, we can go to prison too
for aiding a deserter.

We're all foundlings -

we owe it to look out
for each other,

like a pack of wolves.

I'll be back soon
with food, blankets

and something to bind your ankle.

In the meantime, keep him hidden.

We're behind on our jobs.

HE EXHALES

DOOR OPENS

If you're here for an interview,
noseying around probably won't help.

Forgive me.

Family trees are
a fascinating thing.

I assume you're the daughter
of the household.

Unfortunately, yes.

I wish I'd been a son.

Father says it's a fool's errand
to study science

or hope to be a doctor.

Most would be grateful simply for
being born into such privilege.

What does your mother think
of your ambitions?

Mother?
She passed away a long time ago.

So the lady of the house...

Rosamund. Father married again.

She supports me,
but it's my father's word.

You ask a lot of questions.

You know, that book belongs
in a museum.

I'd recommend Gibbs' Equilibrium Of
Heterogeneous Substances.

Science moves quickly.

SHE SIGHS

DOOR CLOSES

So, I was about to pounce
when suddenly the stag

I'd rescued the day before...

STOMACH GRUMBLES

Oh.

What's wrong? Is it your leg?

What have you been eating?

What do you keep taking
from your jacket?

These. I eat them all the time.

Those berries give you cramp.
Didn't you know that?

Course.

My stomach can take it.

We need peppermint and ginger.
I know a mixture that might help.

VINCE GROANS

STOMACH RUMBLES

One lump or two, miss?

Two, milady.

Perhaps we should move on to
dessert, and get back inside.

LOUD GROANING
What was that?

Only the wind. Only the wind...

LOUD GROANING

Is that a person or an animal?

It's both. It's the Wolf Boy.

We need to go inside.

He's rabid!

He thinks he's a wolf
and eats raw meat.

Let's go.

Not when there's a Wolf Boy around.

Let's find him.

GROANING

Don't go in there.
He might be dangerous.

HE GROANS

There you are!

Show yourself!

HE GROANS,
STOMACH RUMBLES

No need to be afraid, Wolf Boy.

GROANING

Wolf Boy?

Yes. You, Wolf Boy.

Me, Constance.

Can you say "Constance"?

GROANING

Say "Constance"!

Constance.

Good, Wolf Boy.

Look, Lizzie.

He's learning how to talk.

I've got an idea -

I'm going to keep him as a pet,
and teach him how to be human again.

VINCE GROANS

I'm not familiar with your name.

Do you write under a pseudonym?

Well, the truth is journalism
is something of a new foray.

You have no experience whatsoever.

No, sir, although it's long been
a passion of mine.

I have written some articles.

If you had a chance to read them
over, I would be so very grateful.

This is highly unusual.

I suppose I could find a few minutes
to read them between other

appointments, if you'd like
to wait around.

Absolutely.

Thank you, Mr Calendar.

How he's managed to survive by
himself for weeks, I'll never know.

I'm not sure he's telling
the whole truth.

That's a good Wolf Boy!

Constance.

That's right. Now, you lift your
little finger like this.

VINCE GROANS,
STOMACH RUMBLES

TWIG SNAPS

Miss Constance,
you've found the Wolf Boy.

Yes, and he's harmless.

I'm going to ask Father
if we can keep him

and teach him how to be human again.

No, you mustn't...

People won't understand like you do.

They'll put him in a zoo
or a circus.

I wouldn't let that
happen to my Wolf Boy.

Ah...

We'll keep him hidden
until he can pass as human.

VINCE GROANS
What an excellent idea.

I'll be back to teach you
how to walk on two legs.

HE GROANS

What just happened?

You have to leave now - that's what.

What exactly are you looking for?

Anything the son of a chemist
might know?

I was raised with elements,
compounds, formulas...

Science is an endless preoccupation.

So you wouldn't happen to
know anything about

Graham's law, would you?

It's one of the gas laws,
like Dalton's law or Avogadro's.

What? How many are there?

It depends how far down
the rabbit hole you wish to go.

I want to know everything.

Mrs Brody, I was just looking for
the clean rags for the silverware.

In the next one,
where they always are.

I was hungry.

And I needed soap and a spare
blanket for my bed.

Stealing...

Honestly, you do make it hard
for me to look out for you.

Put these back and we shall never
speak of it again.

I will. Thank you.

"Look out" for me?

So I do get special treatment.

I've told you, it's time you started
to think of me as a friend.

But why me?

Why not the others?

Perhaps I see myself in you.

Perhaps I see a girl troubled with
the things that she cannot speak of.

We could share secrets.

I was never here.

Go and fold your napkins.

Constance can't keep secrets.

If Hetty isn't back with supplies
in five minutes,

he has to leave.

Tell me the truth. You haven't
survived out here for weeks.

Course I have.

You're bitten all over, and you
don't even know what berries to eat.

So maybe it's only been
one stinking day,

but don't worry,
I'll learn as I go along.

One day?

I was doing an exercise
not far from here.

I was failing, as usual.

Here.

Are you this stubborn
with your Army friends?

I have to compete to be the best
and win promotion.

Having friends is a weakness.

I work alone.

Vince, the Army's about
working together.

No wonder you're failing.

There's no such thing
as a lone wolf.

A wolf needs his pack to
share knowledge,

experience, skills...

A wolf needs his pack to survive.

We can teach him spelling,
reading...

Oh, and he can learn the flute!

He might be acting friendly
as a trap.

We need to tell a grown-up.

Tell a grown-up what?

SHE KNOCKS

Apologies, sir.
I tried to bring in Mr Buscombe,

but I can't find him anywhere.

Ah, Mrs Brody.

I was just wondering if perhaps
I could have some more fresh air.

Stay inside. There's a strange boy
on the grounds.

I'm informing Mr Calendar
immediately. No, you can't!

He's deserted from the Army.

He could go to prison.

What?

You're helping him, aren't you?
This is why you were stealing.

He's a foundling. I made a promise.

The Army won't stop
until he's caught.

So, I'll help him get to a port
and leave the country.

The fish! The delivery comes from
the coast once a week to the market,

so I'll help him sneak in somehow.

It's a ridiculous plan.

I can't have you risking your job
at Calendar Hall.

But he isn't safe in this country,
so he'll have to leave.

You're far too important to me...

..and to your brother,

and your friends.

If you're truly my friend
like you say,

you'd understand and let me do this.

Fine.

The cart usually passes
back this way in half an hour.

Wait in the woods by the lane
until it comes.

HE SIGHS

This is ridiculous.

Where's he got to?

Look in there.

We need to go...

HE SLURPS

..now!

A deserter?

So he's not wild or dangerous.

Oh, he is dangerous, Lizzie,
when your involvement with him

means you'll lose your job here.

I'll try to defend you
if they want to send you to prison.

What? I don't want to go to prison.

Don't worry.

I know what you can do.

So volume is inversely
related to pressure?

You're a fast learner.

Avogadro's law and Boyle's...

What's the meaning of this?!

Father, Mr Buscombe was just
teaching me about the gas laws.

Mr Buscombe was supposed to be
waiting in the library.

Now everything is completely
out of schedule.

Thank you for your time, but I think
I've read and seen enough.

No, Father, please.
This was my fault.

Now you've given me no choice
but to take away

all of your books for good.

No, please, you...
Forgive me for speaking out of turn.

Miss Emily is a fast learner,
a natural scientist.

Most importantly, she has the rare
determination to keep going,

even if she has to read 1,000 books

or take on the establishment to
become a doctor.

I know passion,
and this isn't a phase.

Unfortunately for you, denying her
will only make her more determined.

Rosamund Calendar,
lady of the household.

Do you need to sit down?

I'm fine.

A tense day of interviews.

Samuel Buscombe.

What's your background, Mr Buscombe?

Son of a chemist,

although they sold the business
for my education.

Corpus Christi -

chemistry and applied mathematics.

Would you consider an arrangement?

Help and advice sourcing the best
materials for Emily to learn?

Really, Father?

How about a tutor position?

If you're going to entertain this,

you might as well have a Corpus man
to guide her.

Well, perhaps if you wait around
and stay put, we can talk options.

Sincere apologies, Mr Calendar.

Sir, it's important.

The cart'll pass shortly.

I'll create a distraction
while you sneak in the back.

Do you have to leave the country?

I'm a deserter.

I know it's better to
work as a team,

but I have to make it alone now.

Please, Mr Calendar,
have mercy on the boy!

Vince, run!

It's no use. You won't get far.

I've contacted your regiment
commander and he's on the way.

No, you can't do that.
Please, Mr Calendar, just...

Just let him slip away.

He's jeopardising all of you.

If it wasn't for Lizzie,
who knows what might have happened!

They're misguided.

They were just trying to
help out an old friend. Weren't you?

He made a mistake by deserting.
He's realised that now. Haven't you?

Living in a foreign land
is punishment enough.

Please don't send him to prison,
sir.

Yes, I know. I've asked...

I can't believe Lizzie snitched.

It seems she overheard us talking
and went straight to Mr Calendar.

I think she thought she was
doing the right thing.

I was informing your
commanding officer how you were lost

on your exercise and got your foot
stuck in an old badger trap

on our grounds.

Apologies for only just finding you.

Erm...

Yes.

Thank you for your help.

Perhaps in future you'll stick
closer to your regiment,

after you get proper treatment
for your leg.

I will, I promise.

By the left!

Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!

Hup! Hup!

CONSTANCE HOWLS LIKE A WOLF

You have learnt quickly, Wolf Boy.

Enjoy your new life as a human.

SHE HOWLS

GIDEON HOWLS

Ugh, will I ever get rid of
the smell of fish?

Where's Lizzie?

Did I hear howling?

Am I safe from prison?

I told Mr Calendar,
just as you instructed.

Yes. We are all safe now.

Remember, you mustn't tell
anyone about this.

This is our secret.

Sheila's instinct was right -

Brody was not to be trusted -

but that left me with
more questions.

Yes, Miss Brody.

Why was I so important?

Get on with it.

Why did she want to get close to me?

I had learnt that, right or wrong,
we should at least listen

to our instincts.

Until tomorrow, Mr Buscombe.

There are some feelings,
like a lost boy in the woods

or a son searching for his mother,

that are too strong to be ignored,

no matter the risk
and dangers involved.

It would appear we have a thief
in our midst.

I wonder if you might accompany me
on a stroll of the gardens later.

What did I tell you?
I knew she'd mess it up.

What on earth is going on?!

Got you.

Freddy?