All language subtitles for Belgravia_T

What did he say about me?

That there was a rift
with your father,

which was not of your making.

He longs to be reconciled.

- [Frederick] You don't know him.
- [Emily] You met my sister.

- I did. It was a pleasure.
- She's all charm.

He didn't go to her
when she was dying?

♪

[James] The wounds are deep.

[Stephen] How are you?

You seem a little sad,
if you don't mind my saying.

A public gallery is one thing,

but this is a gentleman's
private residence.

I've heard nothing at all
about a silver mine.

Then you should have done.

I would always be open

to investment opportunities
here or abroad.

Good.

Where on earth
did you learn to play like that?

[Rochester] Sorry I haven't
been in to see you for a while.

- Fathers...
- This is no life for him.

Perhaps you will not accept
love from those who offer it

because you choose not to.

[theme music playing]

♪

[refined music playing]

♪

[tinkles]

[note plays]

[sweeping orchestral music
plays]

♪

[laughs]

[dramatic music plays]

Are you going out?

Yes, a poetry reading.

Thought it might be diverting.

But I will see you at dinner,
I hope?

Yes. You will.

[inquisitive music plays]

♪

[banging on front door]

[door opening]

[Mrs. Warren] Good morning, sir.

[man speaking indistinctly]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[front door closes]

[inhales deeply]

Who was that?

Oh, only Mr. Snowden
from across the way.

He's lost his little dog
and was hoping

- we might have seen it.
- [sighs]

- What a pity.
- I said we'd look out for it.

We shall.

[exhales]

[door opens]

Oh, I do beg your pardon, Vicar.

This came
through the door earlier.

I put it in my apron

and clean forgot
to give it to you. [chuckles]

Thank you.

Anything you need?

Um...

No.

Thank you.

[paper rustling]

"Alas it was sold,
that trinket of gold

which my ruiner gave to me--

All the winter nights
on my bosom, as cold

- It lay, as his heart might be."
- [man] Oh, God.

You should come and listen.

[Stephen] "...did I
At thy command..."

No, thank you.

[Stephen] "Thou bad'st us
increase and multiply--

And our tyrants bid us perish.

The child lay stiff
as a frozen straw

in the woman's
white cold breast--

And the parson
in its dead features saw

His own
to the truth expressed.

He turned from the bosom

whose heart was broke

Once it pillowed him
as he slept--

He turned from the lips
that no longer spoke

From the eyes
that no longer wept..."

- Thank you.
- [applause]

When was it written?

Around 1820, I think.

Good old Shelley.
Still as relevant.

Courageous to attack hypocrisy
in the church.

[Annie] It's always
the women, isn't it,

who bear the greatest burden?

Because we have the babies,
and men can walk away.

Shelley himself
walked away, I'm afraid,

left his wife and child.

- Did he?
- [Richard] He did.

This was before he met Mary.

His first wife drowned herself,
I think, in the Serpentine.

No.

- I mean, is that really true?
- I'm afraid so.

It all comes back to what we
were saying before, I suppose.

Words are important.

But it's what we do
which really counts.

Changed your mind?

About sitting for me?

Truthfully, I would love to.

I'm afraid
it really isn't possible.

I could keep
the likeness minimal.

Think about it.

[clears throat]

[chattering indistinctly]

Thank you.

It was fascinating,
moving in so many ways.

I'm glad you were here.

Perhaps I'll persuade my husband
to come with me next time.

Yes...

by all means.

When might we see you again?

- I don't know.
- I shall have to organize

another event
as quickly as possible.

Shall I hail a cab,
Your Ladyship?

Yes. I'll come down with you.

[sighs deeply]

Sell your interest
in the foundry?

Some of it, not all.
I need to raise capital.

But it's the worst possible time
to sell.

The business
is yet to prove itself.

It's doing better
than we could've hoped.

But we're months, years away,
even, from profit.

Is this because
of the silver mine

you mentioned, Your Lordship?

I believe the Marquise d'Etagnac
is behind it.

- What have you heard?
- Whisperings, that's all.

But I'll grant you,
people are saying

it's an exceptional opportunity.

How else could
I raise capital... quickly?

Do you know how much
we're looking at?

You can sell one
of the import lines,

but they've been your family's
mainstay for 50 years.

- Sell a parcel of land?
- No.

The fastest solution would be
to borrow, Your Lordship.

You have plenty of collateral.

I've never borrowed before,
and I won't start now.

Would you like me to approach
the Marquise, Your Lordship?

No.

No, she must approach us.

I won't be seen to be begging
for an opportunity.

And she will approach us.
Why would she not?

We've impressed her
at every turn,

earned her trust.

[Ross] Agreed.

Find me an investor
for the foundry.

[door opening]

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

From the Marquise.

She is to hold a ball.

I expect it will be the most
glamorous affair of the year.

Something to look forward to.

Yes.

How was your afternoon?
The, uh...

The poetry?

It was enjoyable.

Extremely interesting.

Where was it?

In Bloomsbury.

How was your afternoon?

Good. Productive.

I'm hoping to embark on another
venture with the Marquise.

Really?

She has a silver mine,
which is expanding rapidly,

and she's looking for investors.

There's nothing
settled yet, but I--

- A silver mine?
- In Mexico. In the Americas.

[chuckles]
That sounds thrilling.

Well, I think so.

You shall conquer the world.

- One step at a time.
- [chuckles]

You all right?

Not really.

What do you do
when you think your mistress...

or your master...

is heading into trouble?

- Is she?
- Perhaps.

They haven't been the same since
that business with his brother.

- Hmm.
- The Reverend.

Well, it's not for us
to say anything, is it?

We only ever know
half the story anyway.

About any of them.

[sighs]

Dear Lord...

I hated it...

when you didn't come
to the Rochesters'.

Sorry.

The thought that you were
out in the world somewhere...

living your life without me.

Where were you?

I was viewing some paintings.

That's all.

Were you really detained?

I wasn't sure
you wanted me there.

Clara, if I have ever
made you feel...

I hate that you could feel that.

When you're not there,
I can think only of you.

We should go and see

the Rochesters again soon,
don't you think?

So, they know there's
no difficulty between us.

If you wish.

Is that your chief concern--
that no one should suspect

there are difficulties
between us?

No. Of course not.

Of course not.
You're my chief concern.

But I'm sure you would agree
it's important.

I think if we see them again

it will only confirm
their suspicions.

[Frederick sighs]

[sighs deeply]

Please stop this.

Do you think
this is all my doing?

I think we should endeavor
to draw a line and start again.

Do you think
this will all just go away?

[blows air]

[Frederick exhales]

[sighing]

♪

[bell tolling in distance]

I need to know
that this is the end of it.

Or what?

Or are you thinking
you'll go to the peelers?

The choices are all mine,
aren't they?

Whether I have a little word
with the ladies of the parish?

- Send a letter to the bishop?
- What we do might be a sin,

but it needn't open
the door to cruelty.

I do what it takes.

[dog barking in distance]

You try living my life, Vicar,
then judge me.

Got your money's worth though,
didn't you, hmm?

You loved it.

Promise me
that this is the last time.

This is the last time.

[exhales deeply]

[inhales sharply]

[adventurous music plays]

♪

[exhaling]

[birds chirping]

[children laughing]

[carriage door opens]

Right then...

Steady now.

Now this is a welcome,
isn't it, Peter?

[children] Peter! Peter! Peter!

[laughter]

[Edgar] It's so lovely
to see you!

- [Amelia] We've missed you!
- Come! Come and play!

Come on! Come on!

[Amelia] Come on, Peter!
Come on!

[laughter]

[child] Let's go!

[Stephen] When was the last time
they all played together?

Not for a number of years.

He looks small.

That'll change, Your Grace.

Human beings are like flowers,
aren't they?

They need sunlight
and air to thrive.

You thought him well enough
to come with us today?

Certainly.

His pulse is regular,
if not a touch fast.

But that's exactly
what I'd expect from a boy

who's about to do
something exciting

- and a little frightening.
- Hmm.

He's brave.

The Duke and I
are extremely grateful to you

for taking on Peter's care.

I hope you know
that I'm honored, Your Grace.

We have suspended
Dr. Moorcroft's visits

for the time being.

The Duke, I should warn you,

still holds some reservations
regarding your approach.

[Stephen] That's entirely
understandable.

I'm sure, very soon,

you'll see a great improvement
in Peter's well-being.

We can't hope
for miracles, of course.

Oh, I pray for a miracle,
Dr. Ellerby,

every night.

[Randolph]
Come on, Peter, look!

[Amelia] There's a huge beetle!

- Thank you.
- Your Ladyship.

[door opens]

A visitor, Your Ladyship.

The Marquise d'Etagnac.
Will you receive her?

Yes. I'll receive her in here.

[thud]

The Marquise d'Etagnac.

- Madame!
- My dearest girl.

I hope you don't mind.
I have invited myself.

Not at all. Please.

Ah! I see you have
the invitation to my ball. Good.

Yes. Thank you.

I was going to reply
to you today.

We'd be delighted to attend.

I thought the renovations
are complete,

and Belgravia needs
a little excitement, yes?

Why don't our friends
have more parties?

Yes.

And where is dear Frederick?

He's out.

He usually is at this hour.

Ah, yes?

I hope he's not neglecting you.

- I must speak to him.
- Please don't.

Sorry.

Please don't.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Then I won't.

What is it?

I know, I know. I can be
mischievous sometimes.

That is my way.

But I also know how to keep
quiet when I need to.

I do feel that...

there is a distance
between myself and Frederick.

I sometimes feel that he would

rather be anywhere else
than with me.

Dear girl, you are so sweet.

I had hoped
you would have longer

before the realities
of marriage set in.

Men tire of us so easily.
So quickly.

For them,
there are so many temptations.

No, I didn't mean--

Suddenly they are out
all the time.

Business, the club,

making excuses
not to be with us.

Lucky them.

I think... I'm... I'm sure

it is only work
that is absorbing him.

Mm-hmm.

He's extremely busy.
In fact, he told me about

the new adventure
that you're planning together,

the silver mine.

- Ah, yes?
- Mm.

He's tremendously
excited about it.

The import and export
allows for some trade

with the Continent, of course,
but the Americas.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it.

And you, my dear,
how are you filling your time

whilst Frederick is... working?

I hope you have found
your own distractions?

[gasps]

Live your life,
beautiful Clara.

Seize the opportunities
you're offered.

It is your life, yes?

Not Frederick's.
Not anyone else's.

♪

[indistinct conversations]

[doorbell rings]

I'm so sorry Stephen isn't here.
He's seeing patients.

That's all right.
And I won't keep you

from your work for long,
only I...

I'm not entirely sure
how to say this.

I wondered if you found
your Perdita,

because if you haven't, then--

Ah. As it happens, I did.
Only yesterday.

Oh. I'm too late.

No. Goodness, I'm not going

to pass up the opportunity
to paint you.

You're... Well,
you're what we call a stunner.

It's a word the Brotherhood,
the Pre-Raphaelites use

for a woman who is inspiring.

[both laugh]

We must paint you
in another guise.

I can't be recognizable.

It's more the experience,
which I...

Yes, of course.

I can try to capture
your essence

without making it at all obvious
that it's you.

This is excellent.
You need only tell me when.

[laughs]

[Emily] I'm afraid
this is rather serious.

I have reason to believe
that Nell has been deceiving us.

Um, in what way?

Firstly, in her pretense
of being a working class girl.

I have reason to suspect

that she is, in fact,
well-educated,

and most probably high-born.

Um, I'm not sure that she's--

I also believe
that she's either married

or that she's a fallen woman.

I think it's possible
that she has a child,

which she's concealing from us.

And there's what looks like
baby hair inside her locket.

- Miss Dunn.
- It is a shock, I know.

Please, listen to me.

If Nell herself should ever
have need of my guidance,

I will be there by her side.

If she has had difficulty
in her past,

for which she craves solace
or support,

she need only ask me,
and I will offer it...

as I hope you would, too.

Yes. Yeah, I would.

[breathes deeply]

That is the charitable thing,
the... Christian thing.

- Yes, is it not?
- It is.

- I--
- If you'll excuse me.

[door opens]

They've been so swollen lately.

Perhaps it is the heat.

I do not know.

Perhaps you should
consult a doctor, ma'am.

Yes.

- And in the winter...
- [door opens and closes]

I'm a martyr to the chilblains.

- What's going on?
- Oh, she's been so kind.

She's attending
to my feet, dear.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Get up please, Nell.

But she hasn't finished.

But get up,
off your knees, please.

- I don't mind, miss.
- No, I do.

Really, Mother, I'm sure
Nell has better things to do

than to deal
with your... extremities.

Oh, but...

they're as
a distant shore, dear,

and quite unreachable.

Thank you.

And kindly start the dinner.

Yes, miss.

Thank you.

You must treat her
with more respect, Mother.

- I think I do treat her--
- No, you don't.

That has to change.

- I don't suppose you'd--
- No, I would not.

I would rather
pull my own teeth.

That's not very nice.

Have you had a trying day?

I expect you're missing
your sister, aren't you?

What sister? The one
who's forgotten we exist?

I'm sure you'll see her soon,

and she'll know
exactly what to say.

♪

[Ross] Ah, I was hoping
I'd see you before I left.

Would you like some tea,
Mr. Ross?

Got to get on, I'm afraid.

Just had His Lordship
barking in my ear again.

Never satisfied.
That's his trouble.

I thought his marriage
was making him happy.

Please. Did your marriage
make you happy?

Less said about that
the better.

[chuckles]

Soap. Lavender. Your favorite.

Just promise to think of me...

next time
you're in your bathtub.

- Good day, Mrs. Enright.
- [chuckles]

[door opens]

I thought you would like to know

- that I saw the Marquise today.
- Really?

I wish you'd told me
she was coming.

I didn't know.
She simply arrived.

- And how was she?
- Very well.

I managed to speak to her
about the silver mine.

[exhales]

Was I not right to?

The silver mine?

I told her that you were
extremely excited about it.

About how you've always wanted

to find more
opportunities abroad.

You shouldn't have done that.

I thought I was helping.

It wasn't long ago that
you were asking for my help,

asking me to speak
on your behalf.

Please. I appreciate that, but--

[Frederick sighs]

Good morning, Nell.

- Oh, sorry...
- Don't worry, Miss.

- Do you need something?
- Actually...

I have a confession to make.

But I want you to know

that I've only acted
as a concern for you,

for your welfare.

[dog barking in distance]

I looked inside your locket.

I wish you hadn't.

It was probably wrong of me.

But... the lock of hair...

it is from a baby's head,
I think?

Nell?

Do you want me to leave?

No. That's not what
I want at all.

I want to be
of assistance to you.

You can't be.

Oh, good heavens.
Oh dear. Come, come, shh, shh...

I'm sorry I've distressed you.

But I do think I have
a right to an explanation.

Do you have a child?

But I did.

Lily.

[voice breaking]
Her name was Lily.

What happened to Lily?

She froze...

in the night...

in my arms...

in a doorway.

[sniffles]

- [crying] It was my fault.
- No.

No, I don't think
it could have been...

I sinned.

I gave her life...

and I failed her.

[sniffles]

May I go, please?

Yes, yes. Go and lay,
go and lay down.

I shall bring you some tea.

I won't hear of you leaving us.

No matter what
the circumstances.

These things... happen...

I imagine.

I am truly sorry for you.

[indistinct conversations
in distance]

It needs to come off,
the corset.

The goddesses didn't subject
themselves to corsets.

Well, can't he use
his imagination?

It's about
the flow of the fabric,

the lines of the body.

Yes, I understand.

- [Stephen] May I come in?
- [Richard] Of course.

I have to go out.
I thought I'd say goodbye.

What do you think?

Aphrodite, I presume?

Yes.

Well, I hope you enjoy
the experience, Lady Trenchard.

Thank you.

Dr. Ellerby...

thank you
for the volume of poems.

[Stephen] My pleasure.

I think he might need you
to keep still.

Oh... [chuckles]
Sorry.

[sighs]

Have you modeled
for other artists,

apart from Richard?

Quite a few. It's my living.

I'd like to pay my way.

And I try to save every penny
I can now for her.

I want her to have chances
I didn't have--

an education.

- Choices. [chuckles]
- [baby coos]

Her father will be able
to help with that, won't he?

Her father's
a publican in Shoreditch,

drinking his way
through his own stock.

Don't worry.

♪

His Lordship has sent word
that he intends to dine

at his club again
this evening, Your Ladyship,

and that he won't be back
until late.

Really? How nice for him.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Oh!

Sorry, Your Ladyship.

It's all right, Mawd.

Come through for a moment.

We haven't really spoken
since I came here, have we?

How are you?

Well, thank you, Your Ladyship.

And are you enjoying your work?

I mean, do you
find it manageable?

Are you treated kindly?

- Yes, Your Ladyship.
- That's good.

What do you
hope for in life, Mawd?

I don't know, Your Ladyship.

You won't always be
a housemaid, will you?

Would you like to be...

housekeeper?
Or a lady's maid?

You have to be cleverer
than me for that.

I'm sure you're quite
clever enough.

I'm not, Your Ladyship.

Can you read and write?

Would you like me
to teach you to read?

I mean...

I would like to teach you.

I have the time...

and... a few minutes every day.

We could try to keep it
between ourselves.

And Miss Davison perhaps.

Think about it.

I would like that.

I would like that,
Your Ladyship.

Then let's start tomorrow.

What's making
you so happy, Mawdikins?

- Lost a penny, found sixpence?
- Maybe.

Will you be going back there,
Your Ladyship?

To the studio?

Probably.

I like it there.

But it is a different world,
isn't it?

Please say what you want to say.

I'm sorry, Your Ladyship.

Only conventions
are there for a reason.

And we break them at our peril.

Perhaps they're there
to be broken.

Questioned, at least.

Otherwise, how would
we ever progress?

Is this about Dr. Ellerby?

Partly.

Yes.

I hardly saw him today.

But he saw you.

Please stop it.

I'm glad you feel able
to express your thoughts to me,

but really, your concerns
are quite unfounded.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Frederick] Thank you for
seeing me, Madame,

but it isn't the foundry
I wish to speak to you about.

I believe Lady Trenchard
may have said something to you

last time you met
regarding one of your projects--

a silver mine,
and I wanted you to know

that she had misunderstood
something which I said to her.

- I don't want you to--
- Ah, mon ami,

let us put our cards
on the table.

The only reason I have not
approached you about the mine

is because I did not wish
to embarrass you.

I know,
better than anyone, perhaps,

that with the foundry,
you're somewhat extended.

I am by no means
at the limits of my resources.

You have my word on that,
Madame.

I would very much like
to know more about the mine.

I would welcome the opportunity
to work with you again.

I see. I will speak to Nicoli.

We may be too late,
but let's see.

Thank you.

But you must promise
to do something for me.

Promise me you will not
be angry with dear Clara

because of what she said.

What makes you think
I would be angry?

- I hope she hasn't--
- I think it is difficult for you

to have a romantic young woman

landing in the middle
of your life like an explosive.

I have the greatest respect

and affection
for Lady Trenchard.

Frederick, this is
your very British way of saying

that you love her passionately.

I do.

But her behavior--
it sometimes confounds you.

Well, she...

is a little more impulsive
than I am.

Young women like Clara,
they thrive on drama.

You must hold the line,
Frederick.

Show her that
you will not be drawn

into her
emotional extravagances,

and that life must be lived
by your rules.

- No--
- She is young.

She will learn
that you were right.

That is my advice,
though you didn't ask for it.

♪

And with the white ribbon.

[Clara] It's sweet.

I wonder
if it isn't a little girlish?

You're thinking of something
more sophisticated?

Let me see.

Yes...

and in this design, perhaps?

I think the pink is prettier
for a ball gown.

[dressmaker]
It's Your Ladyship's decision,

of course.

[suspenseful music playing]

♪

♪

[lively waltz playing]

[indistinct conversations]

The Lord and Lady Trenchard.

♪

Goodness me.

Well, that's quite an affair
and no mistake.

They only had a red carpet
rolled down the steps.

I never saw so many carriages.

She looked beautiful,
didn't she? Her Ladyship.

She looked a picture, Mawdie.

Anyone can look a picture
with diamonds around their neck.

You should drop some hints,
Mrs. Enright.

[Enright] Mm.

[indistinct conversations]

His Imperial Majesty
Napoleon III,

Emperor of the French,

and her Imperial Majesty,
Empress Eugenie.

♪

- [Frederick] Good Lord.
- Indeed.

One isn't used to feeling
like the hoi polloi.

Apparently,
Disraeli is expected.

The Marquise--
she's a remarkable woman.

Rumor has it the Emperor
is a fellow investor of ours.

- The silver mine.
- Hmm.

Claims the war
and all the trouble

has left him penniless,
but in fact,

he has a secret hoard,

and he's entrusting it
to madame.

Delicious, isn't it?

Lady Trenchard.

Lord Netherbury.

- Lady Netherbury.
- How splendid you look, my dear.

Thank you and--

[Lord Netherbury]
You have surpassed yourself.

- Good evening.
- Surpassed yourself.

That's what I call a gown,
Edith, for future reference.

Now I shall require
at least two dances.

You've brought it on yourself,
you know? [chuckles]

[chuckles nervously]

- You look very well, Duchess.
- Thank you. I am.

In fact, I haven't felt
this happy in years.

The Duke and I have reached
an understanding

regarding Peter's care.

- I'm very glad to hear that.
- I am starting to feel hopeful

about the possibility
of him remaining with us.

And how are you, dear Frederick?

Well, thank you.

And Clara?
She looks stunning tonight.

Yes, I'm sure
she's enjoying the attention.

And why should she not?

Well, we have been experiencing
some difficulties of late.

- I did wonder.
- [Frederick] It's frightening.

I wish more than anything

that we could find a way
back to how we were.

[sighs] Bliss.

The rightness
of what we shared, it was...

And it's slipping away.

Frederick...

I know only too well
how testing marriage can be.

Sometimes it feels like

an endless round
of misunderstandings.

But with affection
and goodwill on both sides,

you will get through it.

I promise.

Thank you. Thank you.

[Marquise]
Don't torture yourself.

They have been friends
for many years, have they not?

Yes. I wasn't thinking--

But then can a man and a woman
ever simply be friends?

- [dance music playing]
- Ah! We dance!

♪

I believe the first is mine.

- It is.
- [chuckles]

You're far too late, Trenchard.

♪

Let's show him
how it's done, shall we?

♪

[horse blusters]

Monsieur.

Avec les compliments de Madame.

Thank you.

What's that?

- Business.
- [knocks on roof]

Did you enjoy your evening?

Somewhat.

Not as much as you did, perhaps.

What do you mean?

I mean, one must be mindful

of the degree of attention
one solicits.

Men like Netherbury are quick
to take advantage if...

If what?

But one of us, at least,
must observe the proprieties.

[scoffs]

Do you know
what this reminds me of?

That artist in Italy...
the sketch he drew of me.

What are you talking about?

Have we really come
no further than this?

If I seek attention,

perhaps it's because
I receive so little from you.

Though you're
happy enough to give

- your attention to the Duchess.
- [scoffs]

Perhaps you understand now
how hurtful it is

to be condemned so quickly,

- so readily.
- Condemned?

Why must you always
leap to such extremes?

I honestly believe
I don't know you at all.

I'm perfectly sure
I don't know you.

You know more about me
than any living soul.

You don't even know yourself.

You don't have the courage
to look into your own heart.

You can't even speak
to your own brother.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[sighs]
We need to talk about this.

We can't just pretend that
all of this will mend itself.

There's been enough talking.
God knows.

I don't want to live
my life like this,

and I would hope
that you don't either.

I want to live with trust...
and love!

[scoffs]

So do I.

♪

Do you have an investor
for me yet?

I'm speaking to someone,
Your Lordship,

but these things take time.

We don't have time,
as you can see.

We must borrow.

Are you sure I can't come
with you, Your Ladyship?

I really think I should.

[exhales]

♪

[doorbell ringing]

[indistinct conversations]

- Lady Trenchard, hello.
- I'm sorry it's so early.

Oh, don't worry.
I've been up for hours.

Will you come up?
We're about to have some coffee.

[crying]

- No, no, no, no, no...
- [sobs]

[continues sobbing]

What's happened?

[crying] I'm losing him!

I'm losing him.
[continues sobbing]

[tense music playing]

♪

What have you done?

♪