All language subtitles for Brideshead Revisited - 1x08 - Brideshead Deserted

When I left Sebastian in Morocco

I had intended to
return directly to Paris

but the business of
his allowance

meant that I had
to travel to London

to see Bridey.

We met in the library
of Marchmain House.

Do you consider there
is anything vicious

about my brother's connection
with this German?

No.

I'm sure not.

It's simply a case of two
waifs coming together.

You say he's a criminal?

A 'criminal type'.

He's been in a military prison

and he was dishonourably
discharged.

And the doctor says Sebastian
is killing himself with drink.

Weakening himself.

He hasn't D.T.'s or cirosis.

He's not insane?

Certainly not.

He's found a companion
he happens to like

and a place that he
happens to like living in.

Then he must have his
allowance as you suggest.

The thing is quite clear.

Would you like to paint
this house?

My father wants it
done for a record

to be kept at Brideshead.

One picture of the front

one of the back
from the park

one of the staircase

and one of the large
drawing room.

Four small oils.

I don't know any painters.

Julia said you specialist
in architecture.

Yes.

I should like to very much.

You know they're
pulling it down?

My father's selling it.

They're going to put up
a block of flats here.

They're keeping the name.

We can't stop them, apparently.

What a very sad thing.

Well, of course I'm sorry.

But do you think
it good architecturally?

One of the most beautiful
houses I know.

I can't see it. I've always
thought it rather ugly.

Perhaps your pictures will
make me see it differently.

I began in the long drawing room

for they were anxious
to shift the furniture

which had stood there
since it was built.

I set out the perspective
in pencil

but held back from
the painting

like a diver on the water's edge.

Once in, I found myself buoyed

and exhilarated.

I was normally a slow
and deliberate painter.

That afternoon and all next
day, and the day after

I worked fast.

I could do nothing wrong.

At the end of each passage I paused,
tense, afraid to start the next

fearing like a gambler
that luck must turn

and the pile be lost.

But bit by bit,
minute by minute

the thing came into being.

There were no difficulties.

The intricate multiplicity
of light and colour

became a whole

each brush stroke, as soon
as it was complete

seemed to have
been there always.

May I stay here and watch?

Yes

so long as you don't talk.

This was my first commission.

I had to work against time,
for the contractors

were only waiting for
the final signature

to start their work
of destruction.

In spite, or perhaps because of that,
for it is my vice to spend

too long on a canvas, never
content to leave well alone.

Those four paintings
of Marchmain House

are particular favourites of mine

and it was their success both
with myself and others

that confirmed me in what
has since been my career.

It must be lovely
to be able to do that.

It is.

I'm tired.

I bet you are.

Is it finished?

Practically.

I shall have to go over
it again in the morning.

Do you know it's
almost dinner time?

There's no one here
to cook anything now.

I only came up today.

I didn't realise how far
the decay had gone.

You wouldn't take me
out to dinner, would you?

All right.

Thank you.

I'll go and get changed.

We left by the side door

and walked to the restaurant.

You've seen Sebastian?
Yes, I have.

He won't come home even now.

I didn't realise you
understood so much.

Well, I love him more
than anyone.

It's sad about Marchers,
isn't it?

Very sad.

Do you know they're going
to build a block of flats?

And that Rex wants to take

what he called
a 'penthouse' at the top?

Isn't that like him?

Poor Julia, that was
too much for her.

He couldn't understand at all.
He thought she'd like

to keep up with the old home.

Things have all come to an end
very quickly, haven't they?

Apparently, Papa has been
terribly in debt for a long time

and selling Marchers has
put him straight again.

But what's going to happen to you?
What indeed?

There are all kinds
of suggestions.

Aunt Fanny Roscommon wants
me to live with her

and then Rex and Julia talk of
taking over half of Brideshead

and living there.
But won't your father come back?

We thought he might

but no.

They closed the
chapel at Brideshead.

Did they?

Bridey and the Bishop.

Mummy's Requiem was
the last mass said there.

After she was buried,
the priest came in

I was there alone.

I don't think he saw me.

He took up the altar stone
and put it in his bag

then he burnt the wads of
wool with the holy oil on them

and threw the ash outside.

He emptied the Holy
water stoup

blew out the lamp
in the sanctuary

and left the tabernacle
open and empty

as though from now on it was
always to be Good Friday.

I suppose none of this makes
any sense to you, Charles.

Poor agnostic.

I stayed there till he was gone.

Then suddenly, there wasn't
any chapel there any more.

Just an oddly decorated room.

I can't tell you what it felt like.

You've never been to
Tenenbrae, I suppose?

No.

Well, if you had

you would know how
the Jews feel about that Temple.

"Quomodo sedet sola civitas".

It's a beautiful chant.

You ought to go there
once, just to hear it.

Are you still trying
to convert me, Cordelia?

No. That's all over, too.

Do you know what papa said
when he became a Catholic?

Mummy told me once.

He said "You have
brought back my

family to the faith of
their ancestors. "

Pompous, you know.

It takes people
in different ways.

Anyhow, the family
haven't been

very constant, have they?

There's him gone

Sebastian gone

Julia gone.

But God won't let them
go for long you know.

I wonder if you remember
the story that Mummy read us

the evening Sebastian
first got drunk

I mean, that bad evening.

Father Brown?
Yes.

He said something like

"I caught him, the thief,
with an unseen hook

and an invisible line, which is long
enough to let him wander

to the ends of the world
and still bring him back

with a twitch upon the thread. "

First time I've ever been taken out
to dinner alone at a restaurant.

Do you know what Julia
said when

she heard about
Marchmain being sold?

She said

"Poor Cordelia won't have
her coming out ball here after all. "

It's a thing we used to talk about,
like me being her bridesmaid.

That didn't come off either.

When Julia had her ball

I was
allowed down for an hour

to sit in the corner
with Aunt Fanny

and she said to me

"In six years time,
you'll have all this!"

I hope I've got a vocation.

I don't know what that means.

It means you can be a nun.

If you haven't a vocation
it's no good

however much you want
to be, and if you have a vocation

you can't get away from it,
however much you hate it.

Bridey thinks he has
a vocation and hasn't.

I used to think Sebastian
had and hated it

but I don't know now.

Everything has changed
so much suddenly.

You'll fall in love.

Oh, I pray not.

I say, do you think
I could have another

one of those scrumptious
meringues?

My theme is memory

that winged host that
soared about me

one grey morning of war time.

These memories which are my life

for we possess nothing
certainly, except the past

were always with me.

For nearly ten dead years after
that evening with Cordelia

I was borne along a road outwardly
full of change and incident

but never during that time, except
sometimes in my painting

did I come alive as I had
been during the time

of my friendship with Sebastian.

I became an architectural painter.

But as the years passed

I began to mourn
the loss of something

I had known in the drawing
room of Marchmain House.

The intensity and singleness

and the belief that it was
not all done by hand.

In a word, the inspiration.

In quest of this fading
light, I went abroad

travelling by slow
but not easy stages

through Mexico and
Central America.

There, in great labour, sickness

and occasionally in some danger,
I made the first drawings

for Ryder's Latin America.

I was in no great pains
to keep in touch with England.

I followed local advice
for my itinerary

and had no settled route

so that much of my mail
never reached me

and the rest accumulated

until there was more than
could be read at one sitting.

But despite this isolation
and this long sojourn

in a strange world,
I remained unchanged

still a small part of myself

pretending to be whole.

I discarded the experiences of those
two years with my tropical kit

and returned to New York,
as I had set out.

Ritchie!

I have a suite booked.

The name is Ryder.
Yes, sir.

Has my wife arrived yet?

646 and 7.
Mr. And Mrs. Charles Ryder.

Your wife has checked in, sir.

Would you care to sign
the register, please?

Your wife went out
earlier, sir.

She said to say she'd
be back after lunch.

Thank you.

No, sir.
Thank you.

Thank you very much.
Thank you, sir.

Goodnight.
Goodnight.

I don't believe you read my letters.

Well, some of them
went astray.

I remember distinctly
your telling me

that the daffodils in the
orchard were a dream

and that the new
nursery maid was a jewel

but frankly I cannot
remember you telling

that your new baby
was called Caroline.

Why did you call it that?

After Charles, of course.

I made Bertha Van Halt
godmother.

I thought she was safe
for a good present.

What do you think she gave?

Bertha Van Halt's
a well known trap.

What?

A fifteen shilling book token.

Now that John-John
has a companion

Who?

Your son, darling.
You haven't forgotten him, too?

Why do you call him that?

It's the name he
invented for himself.

Don't you think it's sweet?

Now that John-John has
a companion, I think we'd better

not have any more
for some time, don't you?

Just as you like.

John-John talks
about you such a lot.

He prays every night
for your safe return.

I hope you admire my self-restraint.

Restraint?

I'm not asking any
awkward questions.

I may say I've been tormented
by visions of voluptuous half-casts

ever since you went away.

But I'm determined
not to ask

and I haven't.

That suits me.

Shall I put my face to bed?

No, not just yet.

I don't believe you've
changed at all, Charles.

No, I'm afraid not.

Do you want to change?

It's the only evidence of life.

But you might change so that
you didn't love me anymore.

There is that risk.

Charles?

You haven't stopped loving me?

You said yourself I hadn't changed.

Well, I'm beginning
to think you have.

I haven't.
No.

No, I can see that.

Were you at all frightened
at meeting me today?

Not the least.

You didn't wonder if I should have
fallen in love with someone else

in the meantime?
No.

Have you?

You know I haven't.

Have you?

No

I'm not in love.

Oh, bloody central heating!

Lights out?

The garden's come on a lot.

The box-hedges you planted
grew five inches last year.

Of course, darling, I can see your
new pictures are perfectly brilliant

and really rather beautiful
in a sinister way

but, somehow, I don't
feel they're quite you.

We've got a first-class cook
at the moment

we're really impressed.

Just like old times.

I'm not worrying
anymore, Charles.

Good.

I was so terribly afraid that two years
might have made a difference.

Now I know we can start again
exactly where we left off.

When?

What?

When we left off what?

When you went
away, of course.

You're not thinking of something
else, a little time before?

Oh Charles, that's old history.

It was nothing.

It was never.

It's all over and forgotten.

I just wanted to know.

So we're back where we were
the day I went abroad, is that it?

So we started that day exactly

where we left off
two years before

with my wife in tears.

Hello?

Hello?

In the dressing room, please.

Charles! I'm just arranging
our little party this evening.

Julia!

Celia, Celia Ryder.

Oh, it's lovely
to find you on board.

What have you been up to?

Come and have a cocktail this
evening and tell me all about it

Good. See you then.

Julia who?

Mottram.

I haven't seen her for years.

Hello? Operator

I'd not seen Julia since the private
view of my first exhibition

where the four canvasses
of Marchmain House, lent by Bridey

had hung together attracting
much attention.

Those pictures were my last
contact with the Flytes.

Our lives, so close
for a year or two

had drawn apart.

Sebastian, I knew, was still abroad.

Rex and Julia I sometimes heard it
said, were unhappy together.

Rex was not prospering quite as
well as had been expected.

I saw their faces now and again,
peeping from the Tatler

but they and I had fallen
apart into separate worlds.

Can I get you anything, sir?

A whisky soda, no ice.

I'm sorry, sir.
All the soda's iced.

Is the water iced?
Oh yes, sir.

That will do.

Charles.

Hello.

I heard you were here.
Celia telephoned to me.

It's delightful.

Will you join me for a drink?
Thank you.

What are you doing?
Waiting

my maid's unpacking.

She's been so disagreeable
ever since we left England.

She's complaining now
about the cabin.

I can't think why. It seems
the lap of luxury to me.

He brought two jugs.

One of iced water, the
other of boiling water.

I mixed them
to the right temperature.

I'll remember that's
how you take it, sir.

Thank you.

What can I get for you, madam?

Oh, a hot chocolate.
Very good, madam.

I never see you now.
I never see anyone I like.

I can't think why.

What have you been
doing in America?

Don't you know?

I'll tell you about it sometime.

I've been a mug. I thought
I was in love with someone

but it didn't quite
work out that way.

What about you, Charles?
What have you been up to?

Oh, I've just been painting

trying different styles.

I'm just back from a trip.

Where have you been?

Mexico, Central America

quite a way from anywhere.

I felt I needed a change
of scene. I was getting stale.

It sounds thrilling. I'm longing
to see the pictures.

Celia wanted me to unpack them
and stick them around the cabin

for her cocktail party
but I couldn't do that.

No

Is Celia as pretty as ever?

I always thought she had the most
delicious looks of any girl in our year.

She hasn't changed.

You have, Charles.

So lean and grim

not at all the pretty boy Sebastian
brought home with him.

Harder, too.

And you're softer.

Yes, I think so.

And more patient now.

And sadder, too.

Oh yes, much sadder.

Facing in to the room, please.

My wife was in
exuberant spirits

when, two hours later

I returned to the cabin.

There you are.
I've had to do everything.

How does it look?

You must go and get dressed.
Where've you been all this time?

Talking to Julia Mottram.

Do you know her?

Oh, of course, you were
a friend of the dipso brother.

Goodness her glamour!

She greatly admires
your looks, too.

She used to be
a girlfriend of Boy's.

Surely not?

He always said so.

Have you considered how your
guests are going to eat this caviar?

I have.

It's insoluble.

But I suppose there's always this.

Anyway, people always find
ways of eating things at parties.

Do you remember how we once ate
potted shrimps with a paper knife?

Did we?

Darling.

It was the night you
popped the question in.

As I remember it, you popped.

Well, the night we got engaged.

Well, you haven't said what
you think of the arrangements.

It's a cinema actor's dream.

Cinema actors! That's what
I want to talk about.

Charles, I've been thinking.

I do believe you're absolutely cut out
to be a set designer for the cinema.

I've invited two very important
American's, real Hollywood magnates.

Do promise you'll be
sensible and talk to them.

Ah, here is Father Christmas.
Dear Lady Celia

Is everything alright, madam?

We were just in raptures
over your swan.

If you'll put on your
warmest clothes

and come on an expedition with me
to the cold storage

I can show you a whole
Noah's Ark full of such objects.

The toast for the caviar
will be along shortly.

They're keeping it hot.

Toast!
Do you hear that, Charles?

Toast!

I do believe you've
taken against my swan.

We were just
Now don't be beastly about

it in front of the purser.

I think it was sweet
of him to think of it.

You know, if Charles had read about it
in a description of a 16th century

banquet in Venice, he would have
said 'those were the days to live".

In sixteenth century Venice, it would
have been a somewhat different shape.

Hello, how are you?
I'm so glad you could come.

Celia, what a beautiful swan!
Isn't it heavenly?

Well, I hate to spoil the fun, but
it looks like we're in for a storm.

How can you be so beastly?

Anyway, storms don't affect
a ship this size, do they?

Well, it might hold us back a bit.
But it won't make us sick?

That depends on how
good a sailor you are.

I'm always sick in storms,
ever since I was a boy.

I don't believe a word of it,
he's simply being sadistic.

I must show you the
photographs of the children.

Do you know Charles hasn't
even seen Caroline yet?

Isn't it thrilling for him?
How old is she now?

I'm Gloria Stuyvesant Oglander.
I feel I know you through and through

Celia's told me so much about you.

There were no friends of mine here

but I knew about a third
of the party

and talked a way
civilly enough.

But all the time
I thought only of

when Julia would come.

Been waiting to do that
for a long time.

Bet you don't know how many
drops to the minute.

I do. I've counted.

I've no idea.
Well, guess.

Go on, a tenner if you get it wrong
and half a dollar if you get it right.

That's fair isn't it?
Three.

Coo

you're a sharp chap, aren't you?

Been counting too, haven't you?

Tell me, how do you work
this one out?

I'm an Englishman
born and bred

this is my first time
on the Atlantic.

You flew out?
No.

You came round the world the other
way and across the Pacific.

You are a sharp chap and no mistake.

I've made quite a bit out
of arguing on that topic.

Well

I better skedaddle.

Toodle loo.

Still, Julia didn't come.

And the noise of twenty people
in that tiny room

was the noise of a multitude.

Charles, this is Mr. Kramm
of International Films.

So you are Mr. Charles Ryder.

Yes.
Well, well, well.

Our purser says we're in for
some pretty dirty weather.

What do you know about that?

Rather less than the purser.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ryder.
I don't quite get you?

I mean I know less about
that than

the purser.
Is that so?

knowing that we should
meet again in half an hour

I've enjoyed our talk.

I hope it'll be the first of many.

You must promise to bring that
distinguished looking husband

of yours to my little do on Tuesday.
Oh, we'd love to.

Do tell me, how did if feel meeting
Celia after two years?

I know that I should
feel indecently bridal.

But then Celia has
never quite got the

orange blossom out
of her hair, has she?

Julia never came?

No, she telephoned.

I couldn't quite hear what she said,
there was so much noise going on.

Something about a dress.

It was quite lucky, actually,
there wasn't room for a cat.

It was a lovely party,
wasn't it?

Did you hate it very much?

You behaved beautifully
and you looked so distinguished.

Who was your red haired chum?

No chum of mine?
How very peculiar.

Did you say anything to Mr. Kramm
about working in Hollywood?

Of course not.

Oh Charles. You are
such a worry to me.

It's no good just standing around looking
distinguished and being a martyr for Art.

Come on.
Let's go to dinner.

We're at the Captain's table. I don't
suppose he'll dine down tonight

but it's polite to be fairly punctual.

I just hope I can find the dining room.
This place is an absolute maze.

We were a gruesome circle at dinner.

Even my wife's high
social spirit faltered.

Wherever Celia is, you'll find she
knows all the significant people.

I'm miserable about the party.

My beastly maid totally disappeared
with every frock I have.

She only turned up half an hour ago.

I have made it my aim to reconcile
the so-called Anarchist

and the so-called Communists.

There is no fundamental
diversity in their ideologies.

It is a matter of personality,
Mr. Ryder

and what personalities
have put asunder

personalities may unite.

Of course.
But I understood you to say

Lady Celia that you were
unacquainted with him.

I meant that he was like
Captain Foulenough.

Ah, I begin to comprehend.

He impersonates this friend of yours
in order to come to your party.

No, no. Captain Foulenough
is simply a comic character

in an English paper.

You know, like your "Popeye".

To recapitulate

an imposter came to your party

and you admitted him

because of a fancied resemblance

to a fictitious character
in a cartoon.

Yes, I suppose that was it, really.

Do you not agree, Mr. Ryder?

Yes yes.
What are words?

What indeed.

My mind reeled.

After the months of solitude,
this was too much.

I felt like Lear on the heath

like the Duchess of Malfi
bayed by madmen.

I summoned cataracts and
hurricanes and, as if by conjury

the call was immediately answered.

Either I am a little drunk
or it's getting rough.

This is where I say
goodnight to you all.

Like King Lear.

Only each of us is
all three of them.

What can you mean?

Lear, Kent, Fool.

Oh dear, it's like that agonizing
Foulenough conversation over again.

Don't try and explain.

I'm not sure that I could.

Well, we've set a fine example
of British phlegm.

But I think I've taken all I can.

This is making my headache
and I'm tired, anyway.

I'm going to bed.

Are you coming, Julia?

Yes.

Will you be joining in the
tombola this evening, sir?

No, no, thank you.

But if somebody could bring
me some more brandy?

Certainly, sir. I'll get
a steward for you.

Charles? Is that you?

Yes.

I feel terrible.

I didn't know a ship of this
size could pitch like this.

Can't you do something?

Can't you get something
from the doctor?

I'll call the steward.
He'll have something.

Look, why don't I sleep next door?
Then I won't disturb you.

Excuse me, sir, but these have
come for you and her Ladyship.

What would you like me
to do with them, sir?

Oh, put them over there.

What news of the storm?

Well, the wind's dropped a little,
sir, but it's still blowing quite hard

and there's a heavy swell.

Nothing like a heavy swell for
the enjoyment of the passengers.

There weren't many breakfasts
wanted this morning.

Just a moment, Steward.

Would you have these delivered
to Lady Mottram's cabin?

Certainly, sir.

And Steward

Would you ask the barber to call?

Very good, sir.

Thank you.
Hello?

Charles! What a deplorable thing
to do. How unlike you!

Don't you like them?

What can I do with roses
on a day like this?

Smell them.

They've got absolutely
no smell at all.

What have you had for breakfast?

Muscat grapes and cantaloupe.

When am I going to see you?

Before lunch?

I'm busy till then with a masseuse.

A masseuse?
Yes. Isn't it peculiar?

I've never had one before, except once,
when I hurt my shoulder hunting.

What is it about being on a boat
that makes everyone behave

like a film star?

I don't.

How about these
very embarrassing roses?

I'll see you on the deck
about twelve thirty.

Marvelous. You might
not recognize me.

What do you mean?

I'm having my beard removed.

How dreadful. It sounds
like an operation.

Can I come in?

I thought these might
cheer you up.

How sweet people are.

I take it you're not going to get up.

Oh no

Mrs. Clark is being so sweet.

Don't bother.

Come in and tell me what's
going on sometimes.

Not now, my dear. The less we
are disturbed today the better.

Charles

your beard.

Yes, I know.

What a pity. I thought it
looked so distinguished.