All language subtitles for Body . Soul 1993 4

- Look, my father's
dead, my brother's dead.

And soon this mill will be dead.

I need your help, Hal.

- [Judge] May I ask who
you're representing?

- Gibson's.

I'm Anna Gibson.

(thunder crashes)

- Don't move!

- [Anna] Don't.

How much is the loan?

- 250,000 pounds.

I'll go to the banks.

I'll talk to them.

- Will they let you?

- I shall have to request permission

from the Bishop this time.

- [Anna] Will it buy us more
time with Maynard Gideon?

- 50/50.

Less than that, if you
don't present it right.

- Tell me what I have to do.

- [Lynn] Anna, car's here!

- How do I look?

(thoughtful music)

(conductor calls out)

(whistle blows)

(door slams)

(pensive music)

(whimpering and panting)

(knocking)

Blessed be His holy name.

- [Woman] Are you all right, love?

- Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

(thoughtful music)

(pensive music)

(train hissing)

- Thank you.

Your change.

(indistinct shouting)

(whistle blows)

(suspenseful music)

(train hissing)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps approaching)

- Lost something, Stan?

- Featie file.

Ta.

- It's gone up a bit.

The last time you looked
at that file, it was 8%.

- It has got up a bit.

It used to be in the bottom drawer.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Good morning.

- Can I help you?

- My name's Anna Gibson.

I have an appointment with Mr. Tyler

of Maynard Gideon Merchant Bank.

- Can you fill this in please?

Security.

I have a Miss Gibson here
at ground floor reception.

Certainly.

If you take the lift to the top floor,

Mr. Tyler's secretary
will be there to meet you.

- Oh.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(man grunts)

- Excuse me.

Maynard Gideon?

This is the 13th floor.

You want the next one up.

It doesn't have a number.

P for penthouse.

- [Secretary] Miss Gibson?

- Oh, good morning.

How nice to meet you.

- If you'd like to come this way.

- Excuse me, do you have a toilet?

Thank you.

(phone rings)

- It's easy to feel a bit exposed up here.

(man chuckles)

George Tyler.

We spoke on the phone.

- Good morning.

How nice to meet you.

- Hm.

(George groans)

Good trip?

- That depends on you, Mr. Tyler.

- I think it depends on you, Ms. Gibson.

(knocking at door)

Allison, thank you.

Oh, just leave it there.

You will have some coffee?

- [Anna] Thank you.

- My colleague, Mr. Stern,
will join us shortly.

He arranged the bank's
loan to your brother.

My condolences, his death
must have been a shock.

- Thank you.

- Shall we make a start?

- Yes.

- God knows you've got all
our money in that briefcase.

- Oh.

Yes, I'm sorry.

(George mutters)

(birds chirping)
(thoughtful music)

- Sister Gabriel?

- No, Sister, it's not.

You wanted to see me?

- Of course, Sister Dominic.

I need some help

with the accounts while
Sister Gabriel is away.

And I thought you could-

- Is that the Reverend Mother's wish?

- Yes.

- And Anna's like a pane of glass.

When one breaks, you put another in.

Is that the lesson I'm being taught?

- Why are you so angry
with Sister Gabriel?

- Well, she should come back or stay away.

Her behaviour is unsettling for us all.

- What is unsettling is Sister
Vincent's poisonous tongue.

- Sure you'll recant that later, Sister.

Sister Vincent is not alone

in thinking that our
devotion is being undermined.

- Oh.

Is mass shorter with
Sister Gabriel not here?

Is terse not at the third hour?

Are we eating fish and
chips and swigging sherry?

- This worldliness is unbecoming.

- Don't lecture me, young lady.

If you are affected, look
for the fault in you.

I can manage.

Sister Gabriel should be in your prayers.

Your resentment of her now she's gone

is as unhealthy as your obsession with her

when she was here.

(pensive music)

- The loan was specifically designed

for capital expenditure.

And yet now you've sold
the machinery it bought.

- [Anna] Well, there
were more pressing needs.

- So this beautifully bound business plan

is not the great way forward,

but just a response to a crisis?

- No.

Well, well yes, both.

- We like to knowhow our money
is being spent, Ms. Gibson.

It helps us gauge our risk.

(knocking on door)

Ah, Daniel.

Daniel Stern, Anna Gibson.

- Good morning.

How nice to meet you.

- Ms. Gibson's business
plan for Nightingale Mill.

- I've looked at the copy she sent.

- The new yarns will
be simple and natural.

- Some months ago, I
listened to your brother

extolling the virtue of
artificial fibre and exotic yarn.

Did he misjudge the market?

- No, he misjudged the mill's
capacity for breaking into it.

Competition's fierce.

- [Tyler] And is not in natural yarn?

- Yes, of course, but,

- Isn't your husband in the business?

- Uh, we're separated.

- And you have experience
in running a vertical mill?

- It was my father's mill, Mr. Stern.

I know how it works.

- Despite the fact that you've
been sheep farming in Wales

for the last 16 years.

- Well, even there I produced
and died my own natural yarns.

I stocked up the local shops.

I know there's a demand.

- But you're planning high grade mixes

for silk, linen, mohair.

- Well, that's imported
from Italy, mostly.

- And where do you plan to get your silk?

- Um, some Chinese.

- Mm, that's expensive.

- And Chinese supply is not so reliable.

- Mixed with top-quality Japanese.

- Isn't Japanese supply restricted?

- Even the price of Mulberry
silk went up 16% last year.

- These problems are not insurmountable.

What do you want me to do, Mr. Tyler?

Tell me.

Is this business plan wrong?

I'll change it if you know a better way.

I'll do anything to get this
mill running successfully.

I'm not asking for money,

just that you don't foreclose
on the loan we already have.

It's just a few months,
just a little faith.

(plan thudding)

- 11 floors of this
building are unoccupied.

Faith didn't save the
businesses that vacated them.

- There's a demand, natural
yarns, natural dyes,

traditional values.

And there are people involved,

people who'll lose their jobs and homes.

- Sentiment is a luxury

even a merchant bank
can't afford, Ms. Gibson.

- I made a promise to these
people, a promise I can't break.

If you call in this loan,
I will go to another bank,

and then another, and
another, and another,

until someone believes me.

(pensive music)

- Perhaps we can look at
your business plan in detail.

- May I have another
cup of coffee, please?

- You don't give up easily, do you?

- [Tyler] Unusual woman.

- [Stern] What do you want to do?

- Is there any doubt?

We could send someone out to take a look.

But it would only be
going through the motions.

- [Stern] She's bright.

- Naive.

As if she really didn't know the rules.

Passionate.

But naive.

- She had hands like a navvy.

(heels clattering)

- The halfway house have
needles if you need 'em.

Stay safe, now.

(playful music)

(melancholy music)

(groans)

(train hisses)

- Oh, there we are.

I hear you've been well.

(pensive music)

(tableware clinking)

- Why is she wearing that old thing again?

- We know what's underneath it now.

(chuckles softly)

- Maynard Gideon is sending someone up,

but I don't stand a chance if

I can't show them a market.

I've got a book full of good ideas,

but what I need is a book full of orders.

- [Man] You must have been praying hard.

- My knees are raw.

- The Department of Trade and Industry

is planning to send a
group of Japanese buyers

up here next month.

Orders filled first.

Take a look at the worsted spinners,

then over to Bradford.

- Well, they won't come
near Nightingale Mill.

- They might, if you had
something to show them.

- In a month?

- Well, stock samples,
brochures, cloth weaves,

made-up garments.

- A long way from that.

That's a pity because I
put you on their itinerary.

Well, for some reason the DTI

has asked a semi-retired old codger

who only works seven hours
a day to organise it all.

- I love you, Walter Street.

- Now, your natural yarns
aren't on their shopping list,

so they better look bloody good.

- I'll be ready.

- You might.

I've told you before about Stan Beattie.

- Oh, I'll say something.

- Well, if you're waiting
for him to repent,

it'll be on his bloody deathbed.

- Well, I can't prove anything.

- He's keeping company
with Charlie Faulkner.

That's no surprise.

They're old mates.

But when Faulkners pick up orders

that Gibsons have had for 30 years-

- Oh, I'll say something.

- Say "You're sacked."

- Don't be so bloody silly, Jerry.

Get off.

How do, Charlie?

- I don't want you at my mill.

I don't want you in me club, either,

not unless you can pay
like the other punters.

Nothing suspicious in that, is there?

- Don't come in with me, Charlie.

I know too many of your little fiddles.

(siren wailing in the distance)

- Uh, (snaps) give it a
minute, will you, lads?

- I thought we were
supposed to be friends.

- We were.

But I eat at golf courses
now, you know, not pie shops.

- I don't like it when
you won't see me, Charlie.

- And I don't like it when
other people see you at my mill.

- [Stan] Who?

- Walter Street, bending my
ear about fraud and conspiracy.

Look, I'm grateful for the
work you've put my way, Stan,

but it's, it's not worth the risk anymore.

- Now, wait a minute.

- [Charlie] Look, you've
been well-paid, Stan.

Go and get yourself a pie.

- I could put the whole of Gibson's Mill

into your hands very cheap.

- It will be cheap when
God's little helpers

finish with their games.

- Maybe.

- You told me she had no chance.

You said Gibsons were finished.

- She surprised me.

She's got big, new plans.

And she's got a big, new debt.

And unless things go very
smoothly over the next few months,

and, uh, I could make sure they don't,

for a consideration, a
substantial consideration.

(Charlie sighs)

- You really are vermin,
you, aren't you, Stan?

I knew there was something
about you I liked.

(Stan laughs heartily)

- Your vow of silence is very selective.

- I'm sorry. I'm not a machine.

- I thought you were.

So what other vows do you take?

- Chastity. Is that the
one you're driving at?

- No.

I was thinking more of
vowing to avoid the subject,

vowing to avoid the consequences,

vowing to avoid people
at railway stations.

I thought you...

(Anna sighs)

I didn't want you to see me like that.

- I have seen you out of
that get-up, remember?

In an old shack on the moors.

Cold and wet.

Needing somebody to touch, hold.

- I didn't think it
meant that much to you.

'Course not.

You're just another nun
in my little, black book.

- That's not fair.

- And that's what 16 year olds say.

(gentle music)

I guess that's what you are

when it comes to this sort of thing.

(indistinct shouting)

- [Terry] Natural dyes are too expensive.

- Yes, but the colours are unique.

- They still will need
chemical stabilisers.

Why not mix 'em with stabilised
synthetics to begin with?

You still get your colour.

(indistinct shouting)

- Can your Dye Works do that?

- It's complicated.

But for you, my boss is a
saint, well, not a real one.

(indistinct shouting)

(Terry laughs)

(Anna clears throat)

He'll get free beer all night for that.

Well, we could carry on talking
in the pub, if you like.

Best to come to Dye Works at morning.

(soft music)

- Not now, love.

Not now.

(plaintive music)

- Anna.

Good night.

- Good night, Hal.

- Anna.

Whatever you wear, you're beautiful.

It meant a lot.

- I hope we can still be friends.

Good night, Hal.

♪ Baby love, I need you,
oh, how I need you ♪

No, don't.

♪ My baby love, been missing
you, miss kissing you ♪

♪ All you do is treat me bad ♪

♪ Oh, don't leave me sad ♪

♪ Throw our love away ♪

♪ In my arms, why don't you stay ♪

♪ Baby love ♪

♪ My baby love, I need
you, oh how I need you ♪

♪ But all you do is treat me sad ♪

♪ And leave me sad ♪

♪ Tell me, what did I do wrong ♪

♪ To make you stay away so long ♪

♪ 'Cause baby love, my baby love ♪

♪ Been missing you ♪

♪ Miss kissing you ♪

♪ Don't always treat me bad ♪

♪ Lully, lulley, lully, lulley ♪

♪ Lully, lulley, lully, lulley ♪

♪ The falcon hath borne my love away ♪

♪ Lully, lulley, lully, lulley ♪

♪ Lully, lulley, lully, lulley ♪

♪ The falcon hath borne my love away ♪

My mother used to take
her handbag everywhere.

Do you remember?

- (laughs) Like the Queen?

- I don't think the Queen
has a bottle of gin in hers.

She used to say, "I must fix
my face", 10 times an evening.

She'd be gone five minutes,
slap on some make up,

come back down.

By the end of the evening,
she'd look like a gargoyle.

(both laughing)

(contemplative music)

We were at my uncle's once,

and she forgot to lock the bathroom door.

And I found her.

And she'd been sick and she'd been crying.

And for all the screaming
and shouting with Dad,

I'd never seen her crying before.

She looked so beautiful,
so out of control.

I was terrified.

(machinery whirring)

How do you measure the dye?

- I don't.

The computer does.

- [Anna] There's a lot of black.

- [Man] Doctors bury their mistakes.

We dye ours black.

- These are amazing.

- Past orders.

Plenty of dye left in stock.

Choose any of these, and
we could do it cheaper.

- How long?

- Your first order?

Three weeks.

- Ooh, what's this?

This is nice.

- You don't want that.

- But I like it.

What is it?

- The Gulf War.

It was a godsend for the
Bradford textile industry.

(indistinct chatter)

- Right, come on, everyone, settle down.

- Thank you.

I'm sure you already know

that there's a trade delegation
coming up next month.

(murmuring)
- Yeah.

- Well, it's a test for us.

If we don't pass it, well, we,

we have to pass it.

If you like the new mixes, it
could guarantee the future.

- Oh great.
- Yeah.

- We have to continue
with our regular orders.

It's our bread and butter.

So we'll be starting
nightshifts from tomorrow.

(all groaning)

I can't force anyone.

- Will it be time and a half or double?

- I'm afraid not.

- What are we gonna do?
- It's not great.

- There will be bonuses
if we're successful,

but if I promise more, I'd be lying.

I need your help.

Lynn needs your help.

- We'll all need help if our jobs go.

I'll do it.

Well, don't stand there
with your mouths open.

When'll you get a better chance

to get away from your husbands?

(all laughing)

- Come on, then.

Leila, you take over that end machine.

We can't afford to leave one out.

(cheerful clamouring)

- Anything from Maynard Gideon?

- Nothing.

All bills.
(melodic whistling)

- Long lunch again with a client.

- Got the wages estimates?

- Yeah, in the back of the business plan,

with the Maynard Gideon stuff.

- Oh, Peggy.

You didn't lock it.

- Found Stan in here the other day.

- Why were you at Faulkner's mill?

- How do you know that?

- I didn't.

- Huh.

Eh, well, Charlie Faulkner
and I are old friends.

- Walter Street and I are old friends,

but no one tells him all our quotes.

And he doesn't undercut
us or poach our customers.

- You want to know why I was there?

I was asking for a job.

I was hoping he might be able
to find me something for,

for old time's sake.

Have you ever stopped to
think about the way I feel?

Have ya?

I tried to carry things for your brother.

Do you want to know
what he was really like?

(pensive music)

Useless.

Pathetic.

But I stood by him.

I even worked weekends
to cover his mistakes.

But I couldn't respect him.

Not like your father.

And then you came along.

But come on.

I mean, put yourself in my place.

Hey, I, it wasn't easy for me, Anna.

We got off to a bad start.

You're changing the way that
I've worked for 30 years.

I mean, this place has...

been my life.

I don't want to see it go bust.

- I don't believe you, Mr. Beattie.

(phone ringing)

And if Mr. Faulkner
were to offer you a job,

I strongly suggest that you accept,

say within the next month.

(footsteps quickly approaching)

- There's been an
accident in the workshop.

- Is anyone hurt?
- I don't know.

(machinery whirring)

- Leila?

Leila!

(sombre music)

- Ambulance, please.

(knocking on door)

- Miss Gibson.

(pensive music)

- How did it happen?

- I think the guard bust.

It'll take a while to repair.

We don't keep spares
for those old spinners.

- I want them all
checked, every single one.

We're closing down 'til it's done.

- [Hal] We can't afford that.

- Did you see the state of her arm?

- Hey!
- Stan.

Stan.

- This is your fault.

You're supposed to check
them bloody machines.

You stupid, bastard!
(punch pounding)

- Stop it.

- Hey!
- Stop him!

- [Woman] What the bloody hell?

- What are you doing?
- Get off me!

Get off!
- Leave him alone.

- I'm closing down for the day.

Go home, all of you.

Check the machines, Hal.

(pensive music)

You mustn't worry about money or your job.

We'll take care of everything.

The girls will be in later.

It'll be nice.

It'll cheer you up.

The doctor says that you
could be back at work

in a couple of months.

- I'm never coming back.

It'll always be ugly.

I'll be ugly.

He won't want me no more.

(sombre music)

(footsteps clapping)

- Stan.

Stan.

- I've already given, Sister.

Try somebody else.

You must be pretty pleased with yourself.

You thought I was only screwing the mill.

Now you know I was screwing Leila.

It's enough to send me
straight off to hell, isn't it?

- I don't want to argue.

- They should let you
people out more often.

Show us all what perfection is.

That mill was finished.

I'm 54.

No one's going to give me another job.

I can see what'll happen.

After a while, she won't want me no more.

- I think she loves you.

- And what use will I be to her?

What use will I be to any bugger?

Feel like a drink?

No, I didn't think you would.
(sighs)

- Look, you're upset.

Take a few days off, and
come in, and we'll talk.

I need all the help I can get.

And we can sort something out.

Can you fix it?

- [Hal] It's a welding job.

It'll take a couple of hours.

- Why do men fight?

- I don't know.

Frightened they're losing something.

- I know you did a safety
check on these machines.

I know you did.

So what went wrong?

- One of the supports
snapped on the foot rail.

It caused the whole thing to collapse.

She fell right on these pegs.

I checked these things twice over.

At least I thought I did.

This was under the spinner.

This didn't snap, Anna.

That was sawn.
(pensive music)

Someone tampered with the foot rail,

someone who knew how these
old machines were cleaned.

- No one here would do
something like that.

- Only one person.

- Stan Beattie.

You know, um, he and Leila.

- Leila never usually worked this machine.

He knew that.

- I won't believe that.

I can't believe it.

- Then you've only got one other choice.

You'll have to blame me.

- My son's at school in Yorkshire.

I came to visit him, really.

(sighs)

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I should have made an appointment.

- No, it's me who should apologise.

- [Daniel] Are, are
you a, a practising ...

- Oh, yes, yes.

It's just that I was afraid

that you wouldn't take me
seriously dressed like this.

- [Daniel] Hm.

It may have clouded our judgement .

Uh, so you've been released
from your religious duties?

- Until my sister-in-law

is ready to take over the business.

Would you like to take a look around?

It seems to be a good moment.

We have a very good safety record here.

The accident was--

- I've been here before.

I'm much more interested in you.

(scoffs)

Uh, I have to meet my son.

Would you come to my hotel this evening?

(pensive music)

(chuckles)

It's all right.

I'm not asking for a date.

7:00, at the Victoria.

(sighs)

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- You're talking to yourself.

- [Daniel] You will have dinner with me?

- No, I have to be getting back for Lynn.

- Well, you've only been here 10 minutes.

Don't nuns eat?

- Not in hotel restaurants.

It's not appropriate.

You're obviously not a Catholic.

- I'm not anything.

- [Anna] Everyone's something.

- I'm Jewish.

Non-practicing.

- Now, you can't just
disregard your faith.

- I can't just disregard my culture.

It's how I look, act, am.

And I have 25 bar
mitzvah pens to prove it.

Between you and me,

I used to disapprove
of organised religion.

You're not a missionary, are you?

You're making fun of me.

- I'm sorry.

Well, since you won't pass
through those pagan portals

to the restaurant, why don't
I order us some sandwiches?

(indistinct voices from TV)

- [Man On TV] The world
is filled with ruthless

recognise the truth

art form if it smacked them in the face.

Well, they can burn in
Hell, for all I care.

Look, let's spread the
word before it's too late.

Just don't sit there, man.

Join the cause.

Tell everyone how you
feel, including strangers.

(breathing heavily)
(gasps)

(gasping)

- We'll be doing all the
trade fairs next year,

Expofil in Paris and
Pitti Filati in Florence.

- Oh, Florence is terrific.

Mm.

I'm sorry.

Are my manners too awful?

- Why did you come here, Mr. Stern?

(sighs)

- I've told you.

My son's on half term,

and I wanted to see him for a few days.

- And why did you come to Bradford?

Why'd you come here?

You've seen the mill before,
and five minutes on the phone

would have answered all your questions.

- I was curious.

- Everybody's curious?

- [Daniel] I was attracted.

- Do you have fantasies about nuns?

- You weren't dressed like
that when I first met you.

- You're going to foreclose, aren't you?

- It's not just my decision.

- I don't care who makes the decision.

You're going to foreclose, right?

(sighs)

- Probably.

- Thank you for your honesty.

Finally.

I suppose we're even now.

Bye.

(gentle piano music)

(contemplative music)

- Attraction doesn't have
to equal lust, you know?

- Why do I feel like a
circus freak, Mr. Stern?

(door slams)

I don't deserve to be pushed and prodded,

and have food tossed at me
just so that people can see

how much I can put up with,

before I start rattling my
bars and baring my teeth.

(ignition clicking)

(panting and groaning)

- Matthew!

Matt!

(gasping)

- There's something wrong.

Jamie, what are you doing out there?

- [Jamie] Mommy's sick.

- What's the matter with her.

(Lynn panting and groaning)
Where is she?

Lynn?

(agonising groaning)

Lynn?

(agonising groaning)

What's the matter, Lynn?

(Lynn panting)

What's the matter?
(gasping)

- [Lynn] I'm giving birth, Anna.

(pensive music)
(groaning and panting)