All language subtitles for Love.In.A.Cold.Climate.2001.S01E02.720p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264

- What's this?

- Soup.

- Ah, but what sort?

- I don't know.

- Don't you discuss
it with Cook, dear?

- Should I?

Look what I bought with your
wonderful birthday present!

- Did it cost all I sent you?

- I thought you would like
me to buy one thing with it,

and always remember it
was you who gave it to me.

- No, that wasn't at
all what I intended.

A thousand pounds is what
you might call a capital sum

and that means something on
which you expect a return.

You shouldn't have
spent it on a trinket

which you wear three
or four times a year

and which is most unlikely
to appreciate in value.

- You should have asked
me to invest it, darling.

- Or you could have spent it

on entertaining important
people who would be

of use to Tony in his career.

- Oh the horror of
important people!

You are lucky, Fanny,
not to know any.

We've got such a ghastly
evening ahead of us,

some important Americans.

It seems Tony wants
to do a deal with them

and these Americans
will only do the deal

if they take a fancy to me.

Well can you explain that?

And I just know that I
shall be sick all over them

and Tony will be so cross.

- Why will you be sick?

- Because I'm in pig.

- Linda, how wonderful.

Oh, what does Tony say?

- Oh, I haven't told him yet.

- Why not?

- I know he'll be pleased.

It'll give us something
to talk about.

- Hey, you two!
- Matt!

What on earth are
you doing here?

- Shouldn't you be in school?

- Isn't he wonderful?

It's Christian Talbot, he
was in my House in school,

you know, until he was
expelled for printing leaflets,

he's absolutely
committed to the cause.

- For goodness sake, Matt.

- Stay and listen to him.
- We can't!

Tony would have a fit.
- You don't care, do you?

You'd rather be at one
of your ghastly balls.

- How
different was Polly's ball

from our ramshackle affair!

Royalty had stepped out of Lady
Montdore's photograph frames

and come to life, dusty and
less glamorous, poor dears,

but royalty all the same.

- Awful tripe.

Fella wouldn't be grinning,

he'd be dead with all
those arrows in him.

- That's a Van Dyke.

- Huh!

Wouldn't give seven
and sixpence for it!

I saw a picture once
at the Army and Navy,

shire horses in the snow.

Nothing else,

just a bit of broken down
fence and three horses.

It was dangerous good,

if I'd been a rich man
I'd have bought that.

I mean, you could see how cold

those poor brutes really felt.

If all this rubbish is
supposed to be valuable,

that must be worth a fortune.

- She's not enjoying
herself, is she?

I wouldn't like one of my
girls to look like that.

You'd think she had
something on her mind.

- Wonderful fella, Montdore,

putting up with all this
foreign trash in his house.

I'm blowed if I would.

God knows why he
married that hell-hag.

I'd drown her if I were him.

- So
he had come after all.

The back of a head,
when seen at a ball,

can have a most agitating
effect on a young girl.

There is the question; will he
turn round, will he see her?

I must explain that the image
of the Duc de Sauveterre,

having reigned in my
hopeless heart for months,

had been replaced by
something more serious,

with more reality and promise.

- Who is that brute?

Why is he coming over here?

- Good evening.

May I have the
pleasure of this dance?

- Of course.

- Damn public spirited Montdore.

I ask you, look at that sewer!

- Come now, Matthew, the Serbs
were our allies, you know.

- So that's a Serb, is it?

Just what one would
expect, needs a shave.

Hogs, one and all.

- The German ambassadress
is on her own.

- Serves her right!

- My dear Matthew,
just the very man,

Baroness von Ravensbruch,

may I introduce my
neighbor, Lord Alconleigh?

Supper is served
in the music room.

You know the way, Matthew.

There's gonna be
trouble ahead, Sadie.

- Oh I'm sure he'll
behave himself.

- The storm clouds are
gathering over Europe.

We must enjoy all
this while we can.

- Excuse me, gentlemen, but
I must dance with my husband.

- Of course she's a
beauty, I quite see that,

but she doesn't attract me,
with that sulky expression.

I'm sure she's very dull.

- Hello, my sweet!

What news of The Bolter?

Are you still in love?

- What's all this?

Who is that woman?

And is it true that
you're in love?

- Mrs Chaddesley-Corbett.

- And how about love?

- Nothing.

Just a joke.

- Good.

I should like you to
be on the verge of love

but not yet quite in it.

That's a very nice state
of mind, while it lasts.

- Engaged?

Well I suppose that's very nice.

Alfred Wincham, did you say?

Who is he?

What is that name?

- He's a don, at Oxford.

- Oh dear, how extraordinary.

You don't want to go and
live at Oxford, surely?

- Oh, I do!

- In Spain it's quite different.

Dons are somebody
there, I believe.

Well, I suppose this Mr
Thing can always settle down

and write books,

it always gives a man
status if he writes a book,

I advise you to start him
off on that immediately.

- I'm afraid I haven't
much influence with him.

- Well develop it dear quick,

no use marrying a man
you can't influence.

Men are so lazy by nature.

Montdore, for example,
for ever trying to take

a little nap in the afternoon
but I won't hear of it,

once you start that, I tell
him, you might as well be dead.

Now, what does your
Aunt Emily think?

- She's awfully pleased.

- Oh she's hopeless.

You really should ask my advice
about this sort of thing,

we'll have to get you out of it,

I believe it would be
kindest in the long run.

- Oh no!

- Why not, dear?

It isn't in the paper yet.

- It will be tomorrow.

- I'll telephone Geoffrey
Dawson now and have it stopped.

- Please!

No, please not.

- She wants to marry him,
Mommy, she's in love!

- Love!

Whoever invented Love
ought to be shot.

I should have thought the
example of your mother

would have taught you something.

Where has love landed her?

- Mamma!

- As for you, young lady,
tell me what exactly

are you planning to
do with your life?

- Not now, Mommy.

- Do you intend to live at home

and go mooning on
like this for ever?

- What else can I do?

You haven't exactly trained
me for a career, have you?

- I've trained you for
marriage which, in my opinion,

is by far the best
career open to any woman.

- But how can I marry
if nobody asks me?

- You should give them
some encouragement!

The number of young men
who've said isn't she lovely?

And then gone off with some
chinless little creature

from Cadogan Square.

Can't you be a little
jollier, nicer with them,

no man cares to make
love to a dummy,

you know, it's too discouraging.

- I don't want to
be made love to!

- Then what do you want?

To be hanging around for
ever, a sour old maid

and you'll be the sour kind,
that's too obvious already,

wizened up and sour!

- Shut up!

- Polly.

Linda was very ill indeed
at her confinement.

The doctors told her that she
must never have another child,

as it would almost certainly
kill her if she did.

- Isn't it hideous?

Like a howling orange
in a black wig.

Really, it's kinder not to look.

- What are you
going to call her?

- Moira, I believe.

- Oh not Moira, darling.

I never heard such an awful
name, it's too unkind.

- It'll have to grow up a Moira

if the Kroesigs are
going to like it,

and they might as well like
it because, frankly, I don't.

- Linda, how can
you be so naughty?

- You can't possible tell
whether you like her or not, yet.

- Oh yes I can.

I can always tell if I
like people from the start

and I don't like Moira,
she's a fearful Counter-Hon.

Oh do take it away, Nanny.

Poor thing must have caught
sight of itself in the glass.

- Oh, don't pay any
attention to her.

She pretends to be a wicked
woman but it's all put on.

- Now, you must tell me
all about you and Alfred.

When are you going
to get married?

- In the spring.

- You really love
him, don't you?

- Yes.

- How lucky you are.

Fancy being able to
marry a man you love.

- I hate the lower classes.

Ravening beasts trying
to get my money.

Just let them try, that's all.

- I love them.

Anyway, I was
brought up with them.

Nobody should be in Parliament

who hasn't lived in the country.

My old Fa knows more
what he's talking about

in the House than you do.

- Huh.

The last time your
Fa made a speech,

his only argument for keeping
peeresses out of the Lords

was that they might use
the Peers' lavatory.

- Isn't he a love?

It's what they all thought,

but he was the only
one who dared say it.

- That's the worst of
the House of Lords.

These backwoodsmen bringing
the whole place into disrepute

with a few dotty remarks which
give people the impression

that we are governed
by a lot of lunatics.

- Tony!

- Communism is the way forward.

Communism is the way of justice.

After a terrible war, which
caused so much suffering.

The working classes are once
again being treated like dogs,

kicked and beaten
by their masters.

Storm clouds are
gathering across Europe.

The ruling classes are
blind to the threat of war.

Appeasement is their watchword

and by appeasing they end
all our hopes of peace.

It is the working classes
who have most to lose

if the Spanish war
spreads through Europe.

It is the working
classes who will be taken

from their families and
made to fight like animals

for their lives.

We can come together as one
great brotherhood of man,

to forge a better life for all
classes but we must act now.

Communism is the way forward.

Communism is the way of justice.

Communism is the only
system that will save

the dispossessed
throughout Europe

from once again being led
like cattle to the slaughter.

It is the working classes
that will be taken

from their families and
treated like animals

in the service of their masters.

We can fight back.

The working people of
Europe need your help

if they are to unite and
fight the oppressors.

Join the struggle now.

Accept responsibility.

Would you like one of these?

- That was so interesting.

And so sad, about the animals.

Oh, isn't everything
absolutely awful!

- I'm so glad somebody
was listening.

We must all embrace the
struggle, all the classes;

we must unite together to
make people's lives better.

- I do so agree!

My brother Matt's in
your old house at Eton.

- Matt?
- Radlett.

- Of course.

- He admires your work so much.

- Would you like to
come and have some tea?

- Yes, please.

- But
Matt wasn't in school.

For he had just
run away to Spain

to fight against the Fascists.

Alfred and I had just
returned from our honeymoon.

- Sir?

- I'll take those old chap.

Wait, don't answer
it, no, no, no, no.

Come on, Mrs Wincham!

- But she said
she'd be back today!

- I wish I could run away,
I've nearly enough money now.

- He's only 17!

- At least they've got
the sense to bump off

a lot of idolatrous priests.

Still, seems a pity to
fight a second-class war

when there's soon to be a
first-class one available.

- Your family, honestly!

- Oh shut up, Tony.

- And he's not even
fighting for the right side.

What people need is
strong leadership.

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

You know my father
visited him in Germany?

- Yes, Tony.

- Now, Linda, do try to behave
yourself at the Altringhams

and don't, for God's sake,
mention your brother!

- He's perfect heaven.

I never knew politics
could be so interesting.

- But you hate politics.

- Well, its always so boring
when Tony talks about it,

you know, whether some
infinitely old man

is gonna get some
infinitely dull job,

but Christian knows so much
about what people suffer

and how to make life
better for them.

- So are you a communist now?

- Well at least one knows
they're doing good not harm

and not living on people's
slavery like Sir Lester.

- What does
Christian do all day?

- He's writing a
book about famine.

It's so sad.

And there's this dear
little Chinese comrade

who comes and tells him
what famine is like.

You never saw such a
fat man in your life.

- Linda
was ready for a cause

or a love affair,

and that a cause
should be presented

by an attractive young man
made it and him irresistible.

- And there's an anarchist too.

I always thought that
communists and anarchists

were the same thing,
but they're not at all.

The communists hate the
anarchists except for this one

because he threw a bomb
at the King of Spain.

Oh you must say its romantic.

- Lady Polly.

Lady Polly, you're wanted
in the drawing room.

- Why?

- I'm not to say, miss.

- Polly, dear, something
terrible has happened.

Your Aunt Patricia is dead.

- It's the dropping
off the perches.

I've always dreaded
when that begins.

Soon we shall all be gone.

Oh well, never mind.

- I don't understand
why Polly isn't here.

- Sonia says she's been
ill for the past two days.

She took it terribly badly.

- I'd no idea she was particularly
devoted to Lady Patricia.

- Linda!

- Boy, dear, I've just been
talking to the stonemason.

I thought she shall not grow old

as we that are left grow old.

What do you think?

Polly, what are you doing?

It's very late.

Go and get dressed,
there's a good girl.

- I've got something
to tell you.

Boy and I are going
to be married.

- What?!

- There's a car coming.

- What?
- A car.

- Inside, everybody.

Jassy!

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!

- I always loathed
that Dougdale,

Boy Dougdale like a
blasted lady's maid,

creeping and crawling around.
- Matthew.

- I'll go there now
and shoot the sewer!

- Matthew dear, calm down.

- After all I've done for her!

When I think of all
the suitable men.

Why, I wouldn't even have minded
if she'd married a banker,

like Linda, not
now, not after this.

- What?!

- 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!

- I've put his
name in the drawer.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Is that true?

- Oh 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.

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.

- I've seen no one for weeks.

They've all been avoiding me.

- They think you're
still in mourning.

- No, no, no.

No, they've heard
about my engagement.

I'm becoming a social outcast.

- Are you all right?

- Sonia gave me this cold.

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

Oh I do, I do miss her.

And my dear wife.

- Maybe you should delay things.

- Why?

I long to marry Polly.

- But it wasn't even your idea.

- Of course it was,
once she suggested it.

- 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.

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,

factories and farms and things,

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

So women and foreigners are
toiling in domestic slavery.

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.

So join the Communist
Party today.

We would 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 is in love with him
he will maker her miserable,

and, if not, it means she
has embarked upon a career

like your mother's,
and that, for Linda,

would be very bad indeed.

- She says she's happy.

- 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, 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,

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 the 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.

- But what about your baby?

- Oh 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 all
about Polly and Boy!

How could she marry him!

He groped Franny
once under the table.

- Do you remember
when we were children,

all those sexy pinches
on the nursery landing?

- Who givith this woman
to be married to this man?

Please say after me; I,
Harvey, take thee Leopoldina.

- I, Harvey, take
thee Leopoldina.

- To be my lawful wedded wife.

- To have and to hold
from his 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 in Northumberland.

The extensive further
properties in London,

and the remaining
estate of your father,

valued at two million
pounds sterling

will henceforth be
transferred to Lord Montdore's

single surviving male
heir, Cedric Hampton.

- Who is this Cedric Hampton?
- 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,

I mean, 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,

and at least one does know
they're not doing any harm.

- Which comrade runs this place?

- A huge, perfectly
silent one called Boris,

but Thursday's his
day for getting drunk.

- Linda, my dear.

Fanny.

I always come here on Thursdays.

- Why?

- Because Linda puts
her favorite books out.

So, instead of A
Challenge to Coal Owners,

she's got King Solomon's Mines.

And instead of Karl Marx,
the Formative Years...

- The Making of a Marchioness!

What bliss, I've been
looking for it for ages!

- This is the only Red
bookshop in England

that makes a profit.

Have you heard from Polly?

- No, not since
they moved to Italy.

She told me they couldn't
afford to live in England.

- You know he had
to rent out Silkin.

- Yes.

- What a mess.

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 real happiness,

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

It's Lady Montdore!

- I'm going to my study.

- Don't leave me alone with her!

- I've got to
finish those essays.

- Coward!

- It's a thousand pities that
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 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 ever met.

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

- No, 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 house
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.

Oh, it's only you.

- Hello.

Hello.

- Do you think we
shall hear the motor

when it comes up the drive?

- 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.

- Maybe he could help
with the tree-felling.

- I do hope he won't
bring in any mud;

we should have
covered the Aubusson.

- 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've ever seen!

- Won't you take
off your spectacles?

I should like to see your eyes.

- Later, dear Lady
Montdore, later.

When my dreadful, paralyzing
shyness has quite worn off.

- This is our cousin of ours

and a distant relation of
yours, Cedric, Fanny Wincham.

- I'm enchanted to
meet you, Mrs Wincham.

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

Yes, oh, yes, I can tell
you are not a spinster.

Oh, Boulle.

Senor 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,

ones 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.

He has caused me
many a heartache.

- I hope you will 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 Sonia and Uncle Montdore.

- May I really?

Oh, how charming you are.

Aunt Sonia.

You seem to shower
happiness around you.

- 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
worshiped you there.

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?

Oh please say yes!

I would so love to read it.

- It's really a
sort of scrapbook.

Journeys up-country, letters
of appreciation from rajahs.

- And Indian poetry
translated by Montdore.

- Prayer of a Widow
before Suttee.

- Death of an Old Mahout.

- 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 Sonia,

will you let me see
you in your jewels?

- My jewels?

- Have you some maquillage
in your bag dear?

And a comb?

Naughty you.

Ugh, 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 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.

- Yes, brush.

- Brush.

- Brush.
- Brush!

- Brush!
- Brush!

- Yes!

Brush.
- Brush.

- Brush.
- Brush.

Brush.

- She's a darling, so
young, so delicious,

I do hope I'll 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!

- She's quite
forgotten her daughter!

Cedric, darling.

You have done well for yourself.

- Not bad for a working girl.

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.