All language subtitles for The.blackheath.poisonings.S01E01.PDTV.x264-C4TV.Italian-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO-pt.srt

We're flowers! Goldie, flowers! Lovely tainies!

Here's how you're tainies!

Lovely, right, Emma!

Lovely, and full!

There you will!

For very promise I'll be all happy!

Thank you!

Lovely, please!

Thank you!

Thank you!

Good morning, Emma!

Good morning, Emma!

Mr. Wilf A?

Mr. Wilf A?

It's about...

Watch it!

Watch it!

Mr. Wilf, are you?

Yes!

In the world, darling!

Oh!

Hi, George. About it?

Roger, I'll deal with it tomorrow.

No, erm...

Roger! Good night, gentlemen. Good night, gentlemen.

Good morning, Bertie.

Night, young Jim.

Good evening, Isabelle.

Paul.

Arthur.

Where are you, Turgang?

We're going to the village concert.

Such a pleasure to go with someone who appreciates it.

And George, we just snore.

Mm.

Theatres.

Well, it seems I have my husband to myself.

I don't know if anyone's going to join me at the meeting this evening.

But what's it for this time? The castigation and reformation of fallen women.

It's Bertie's idea. Sounds unmissable.

I do wish we would have always left a me to support those ins causes.

See you both at supper then.

Cold, I'm afraid.

You're not interested in fallen women, then, Roger.

The car is just coming round, darling.

Oh, my God.

Mr. Dangerfield, Robert.

Calm yourself, Charlotte. I'm not a demon. Or even a ghost.

But I thought... everyone thought. I mean, you disappeared so suddenly.

They know word for months, for years.

Did you think I was dead?

I was. Without you.

Bring me back to the city.

Without you. Bring me back to life, Charlotte. I did not forget my promise. I've come back for you.

No, Robert.

I've frightened you. I'm so sorry. I've been too presumptuous.

Do not bother with me, dear lady. I could never deserve your hand.

Oh, I bet my bed soon, for I weary with hunting and fame would lie to you.

Oh, I fear your poisoned lord Randall, my son. I fear your poisoned my handsome young man.

Oh, yeah. I am poisoned.

And so, who can imagine the wretchedness and degradation of these unfortunates, selling their bodies the holy vessels of the Lord?

The disgusting whims of lectures and fornicators. Who can imagine the revoltingness of the acts they perform?

The way our sisters descend in a spiral of squalor into eternal damnation, unless...

Oh, my friends. We stoop to lift them to the arms of the Lord.

Not the best delivery I've heard, but all performance and new real passion.

Oh, thanks a lot. I thought Lord Randall particularly fine.

I prefer the more melancholy pieces.

Very exciting, inspiring.

You are very young, boy. So young. So impressive.

Not so young. And soon be old enough to do what I want.

You can have no idea what you bought. I certainly didn't at your age.

Life could be full of disappointments and false hopes.

You can poison you as Lord Randall's poisoned.

Whoa, steady, steady now.

I miss you.

No, not here. Never here.

And how was the concert as well? Mostly a recital of romantic poetry. Poor like that best.

A nice few both.

And so give generously to bring to our sisters the one shining heavenly spirit of the Lord.

Thank you for the manager. Thank you well.

Follow me. Yes, ma'am.

Thank you so much for coming. Thank you so much for coming. Such a joy.

Bertie, I must talk to you. Charlotte, are you quite well?

Robert Dangerfield has returned from India. What a day!

This time he's probably good with me. Oh, for bad. I can hardly see his return on occasion.

Charlotte, stop your gossiping and saying. Hurry up.

They've arranged to meet him in the park tomorrow. Charlotte, have you escort me there, Bertie?

Charlotte, will you hurry up? You should have joined us, Beatrice.

You would have enjoyed it, would I?

Evening, George.

Jenkins, how long has this bottle been opened? I see. Well, open a fresh one, would you?

It's a good job somebody in this house knows about why.

Even if he does attend to it before his wife.

Don't give me. My dear wife Isabel.

My clever and promising nephew by marriage, Paul.

My esteemed brother-in-law, Roger. And my dear sister, Beatrice.

There is everyone satisfied? Right, Jenkins. Let's try the wine.

Better. Just. They're not quite as good as I've been having elsewhere.

No, I dare say less expensive. Oh, come. Isn't it enough by way of economy that we all have to huddle together in one house?

Surely you wouldn't be touched on an occasional weekend out.

You should have accompanied Isabel to the recital. Quite right.

Sadly, I've no time for Bertie. I'm sure that Paul was a more suitable companion.

Every time he's become quite a ladies man. Has he?

Though I'm afraid that winning ways and a knowledge of poetry will not put bread into young Paul's mouth.

Now, plenty of time to decide on a career, why, as a lot's...

I very much hope that he will eventually come into the firm.

Or that he won't need to learn how he graces the arts for the women.

They fail to teach you any.

I'm not coming into the firm. I'm going to pursue a career in the arts, writing poetry.

Blank verse, sonnets, epitaphs. Well said.

Paul, I need to think about it very carefully. We'll discuss it together, but not just now.

I wonder if Paul's stepmother will be invited into the discussion.

In any case, she can tell you here and now that Paul will be needed in the firm, so into the firm he will go.

Mother, if nobody else will settle that.

Charlotte!

Yes, Charlotte!

I thought I'd drunk more.

I think I'll have a brandy instead. I feel the need for something a little stronger.

You've made it quite clear that I'm not to interfere about Paul. If you cannot let him imagine that he has the freedom to choose his own future, none of us do.

Don't remind me, Beatrice. I'm sick of living in this prison as you are.

Roger, I'm sorry, I'm being a sound like mother.

There's no danger of that, my love.

What's happening to us, Roger? We were happy together once. Now this is more like sharing a grave than a marriage bed.

Stop it, Beatrice. We have two morbid.

We both know this marriage is alive only for the world outside. In this room it's dead.

It doesn't have to be.

And now, my darling, Roger, I must go to bed alone, alas. There will be no touch on my thigh at dead of night to herald the conjuring of love's mysteries.

Oh, my darling, my baby.

Oh, my God.

My dear Mr. Brownie, I do think your poetry is so exquisite. It's full of life and passion and people doing it in the bottom of Gondolas.

And on the roof of St. Mark's.

I do wish my husband, Georgie Porti, would write poetry instead of making all that dreary money for me to spend.

I wish my husband would get out of this room. You're as drunk and disgusting as ever.

Look, just look at what you've done to me and my darling.

Rubbish, you will like this on our wedding night. Your mother practically pushed you through the door.

Then, and every night, my darling is alone.

As if I give her down, I need no urging. Heal, George.

Pfft, into your kennel.

Hello, Vanderven. It's been a long time. Not long enough.

Sir, sir, Mr. Dainford, sir. Not now, Tunkins. Excuse me, Mr. Dainford, sir.

The long-up manager, Mr. Speaker, with you, sir. A little matter of pain.

Excuse me, sir. Forgot an account to be settled? All in good time, Tunkins. All in good time.

Hey, come on.

I've just come from my club. I met a man I hoped I'd never have to set eyes on again.

Come on, man.

The man who disgraced my family. My sister was a young, silly girl. He seduced her and abandoned her.

On with half the female population of Black Heath, including Charlotte. And then he fled to India.

I was young then, and I should have killed him.

I want independence. If I marry, I will achieve it. I shall tell Mother straight out.

I want a share in the firm. Just like the actress did when she married Roger.

Yes, but that's because the firm's run by Roger and it always will be.

You can't buy shares in that. It's preposterous.

Besides, what on earth leads you to believe you can suddenly trust Dangerfield after all this time?

A gentleman who returned from India frequently rotten with whiskey.

All worse!

Mr Dangerfield, I must know exactly what your intentions are.

Charlotte, I have known many women, but none with whom I've longed.

Long was such devotion to be united in the sacrament of marriage.

We have a great future, Charlotte, but first we must win it.

And to do that, we must be very close allies.

God, the marvel of Priyephas is joined. Priyephas.

Priyephas!

As it scatters the rain of life itself.

I had to break off third because George came in.

You will need to break off now, isn't it?

No.

Isabelle, you were writing that as George came in.

He never saw it.

And thanks to the original.

Roger. What is it?

Too careless Isabelle. For all too careless.

Do you realize how dangerous this game is?

It's not a game for me.

It's his god to stop.

The idea of George looking over your shoulder and reading.

For God's sake, we're all living in the same house.

Where are you coming?

So demanding Isabelle. So desperate.

Desperate. What am I doing? What on earth do you mean?

We love each other.

Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson. Another letter for you, sir.

Mother? Mother?

I don't wish to be stabbed.

Get your poncier. Nice couple poncier.

Lovely bad, madam, look at that one.

This is intolerable.

Are you out of your mind? Never come here again like this.

What do you make of that?

Make of what? The box, Bertie. The box.

It's part of the new range.

Well, open it.

That's the way to do it.

Life's full of little surprises, Bertie.

Sign this, please, ma'am.

Enough poison to do in a regiment of horse that alone alone full of moles.

Mind you, think about them moles, is you can't just kill what?

You've got to kill them all.

Now, Roger, the firm. One or two changes are in order.

Maybe we talk about the firm just now, mother-in-law.

Yes. I hear they have been unsuitable visitors.

Yes. During business hours.

Unsolicited, I assure you.

I hope your dad's afresh shall, of course not.

Steady on, Paul. What's the occasion?

Celebrating. Decided to go to Oxford.

Bravo, Paul. Freedom at last.

To the city of dreaming spires, lost causes and dead languages.

I've no dime you is whatsoever. Mother, do you know about this?

I fear I care rather less than you, Uncle George, about what step-grand thinks.

I don't believe Oxford to be the best idea.

I'm sorry, step-grand, but I'm tired of being told what is really best for me by other people.

Oh, is the policy in this family?

Oh, we'll discuss this and that.

You know what I want, Father? Yeah.

And I don't want to talk about it now.

Father, he probably wants to go to Oxford in ways.

The family will extend the same party welcome to him as it did to his father,

who has managed the farewell for a long time.

You see what you have to live up to, Paul? Never forget.

The collards are people of consequence in black.

I tell no more of this. I'll leave my son alone.

God, I feel sick.

Listen.

What did mother mean by unsuitable visitors? Women?

One woman. She can't worry about her pension.

I think the titillate had scandalized the dinner table gossip.

I thought I was marrying you, but no. I'd manage your whole bloody family.

Look at you. You're exhausted. You're always working. You're half drunk.

There's no one you're feeling ill.

Father? Father?

Roger. Roger, what is it?

There's nothing.

It may be indigestion caused by the nervous strain of constant responsibility, worry, and overwork, or a chill.

In either event, the worst should be over by now.

No more wish-care until I say so.

A couple of days rest very soon. We shall be as right as the bank leader.

Over and over.

We just stand in.

What's this?

Oh, it's one of those letters of Mrs. Isabel Charlie, give it me.

What's she saying in it there?

I don't know.

She writes hundreds of them though, two, three a day sometimes,

and I have to post them also.

Give me some Charlie!

Charlie Jenkins, oh, come on, give me some please please, please, please, give him me.

Look, there's going to be all to pay if I don't post.

And they'll be all to pay if you don't get about your duties, come on.

Well, you post it for me.

Give him a love of day, and you will see a steady improvement. I am sure.

Well, I must be gone. I've been here twice today already.

Now, the draft has described a little BC as well as the animal,

a coordinate mark.

Jenkins, I'll take that in for you.

No need, Madam. Mrs. Collard said no visitors.

She won't mind.

Mrs. Van Daven't will.

That's enough, Jenkins. Give me the tray. I'll cheer him up.

I'm sure you will, Madam.

Roger, my darling.

I've been so worried.

Is it?

I know I was foolish about the letters,

but it seemed such a small risk to take for such a pleasure.

Would you forgive me?

Madam, you must understand. It's impossible for us to continue.

Why? You love me.

It's not a question of love. It's just that...

Someone else? No. Who are you meeting at the office?

In the office I see Bertie and George. Your husband, remember?

You still love Beatrice, don't you?

Who are your voices, Madam?

I'm going to have the strength to meet these hellish friends.

It's the thing must end.

But I love you. Do you understand that? I love you.

Two days in bed for a part of indigestion.

What's that? You're drinking.

I... I remember mixed in Mother-in-law.

It tastes disgusting, man. It seems to me he's my friend,

which is just as well.

I have something to say about the business.

In that case we can do without these two.

Mother, I will not be locked out of my own bedroom.

Roger is my husband.

The Gautner is rather concerned Mr Dangerfield

about all those unlucky bets of yours at Goodwood.

The Gautner is sympathetically gentleman who ever run a bad luck

and he don't mind waiting for a week or two.

But not for more than a month, Mr Dangerfield.

More than a month is very bad, you see.

Yes, I do see. Tell the Governor I'm playing a game on my own

for very high stakes. When I bring it off, the Governor will be very glad

that he's been so passionate.

You look better.

I feel worse.

Paul, you must talk.

Not my father. Not until you will.

First, a few months abroad, perhaps, and then you must join the firm.

I can't find the family on my own.

I have a lot of fun abroad.

Did you have fun when you were young man?

And even after I came home, one has to be discreet at home.

There are places, but it was never in the fear with work.

So, when you come home, Paul, must be the firm.

Your father, I don't think it's me.

No!

Mr. Mother!

Mr. Gates!

Madam, Mrs. Manamette, please, please, Madam!

Hilda, quickly!

I don't wish you true, but Jenkins did say that much.

Yes? I came immediately. I left the message with Dr. Portia.

Who are you?

Dr. Hassel.

What's he?

He's had beef tea and some arrood. Dr. Portia's instructions.

Get some hot water bottles and a warm compress.

Shouldn't we wait for Dr. Portia?

There's no time. His condition is critical.

Get some hot water bottles and a warm compress.

I'm sorry, young man.

What have I said?

Dr. Portia, thank God.

Thank God.

Do something.

No!

No!

No, it's something.

Put it up.

No!

Come on, Mr. Manamette!

It is the power!

His body is punching of the poison user eyes, Madam.

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

Madamette!

This is monstrous!

I've been bitten.

It's abandonment. You bitched me.

Oh, Father!

Your father is dead.

Thank you.

None of you remember to send for Mother.

She will be furious at missing it all.

What after all of this?

I have to say, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well, after all of this, I would have preferred something hot.

And what about the wine, Jenkins?

No wine, Jenkins.

Cousin George, is this quite the time to be thinking of your stomach?

It seems someone should be thinking a great deal more about the state of poor Roger's stomach.

That's what Dr. Hassel thought.

Hassel? What do you mean?

They disagreed.

Thought, practically.

That old fool ported into what was killing Father.

Take control of yourself.

This is no place for such a display of emotion.

Perfect! The pair of you.

Charlotte, Bertie, that will be all.

No need to examine me, Doctor.

My only complaint is Anno Domini, and that will do its work in its own time.

However, set my mind at rest.

Roger's death was due to, to what?

A cult in the district, which what is called by Ware, that overwork,

and which later led, let us say, to a gastric misadventure.

I see.

I only regret that poor Roger was attended so late in his illness

by so inexperienced a practitioner as Doctor Hassel.

However, I may I trust now make arrangements for the funeral, fourth with?

Almost such a note.

Though Roger's very swift relapse, after I thought he was well on the way to recover it.

Surely such fluctuations are not so common.

No matter.

Nevertheless, an inquest would confirm the cause of death to the professionals that is action of Doctor Hassel.

I have no intention of delaying my son-in-law's funeral to satisfy the curiosity of your junior partner.

I didn't.

I'm sure you didn't.

I don't see that an inquest would achieve anything.

On the contrary, I think it would incite the unjustified curiosity of people who thrive on gossip.

I implore you.

As an old friend, not to expose us to this.

Now that Roger has finally gone, his effects must be seen to.

In my affair, aren't you?

I mean Bertie, his effects are the office.

That's George's business now.

Make it your business, Bertie, and mine if necessary.

Wonder where he is now.

Where? Who is now?

Father.

I see where you ought to ask Bertie. He's supposed to be the expert on these matters.

We're all are we not praying for the peaceful repose of his soul.

Absolutely.

No, you're not.

The one you're concerned about is how much money he left.

Who's going to take his place? I'll walk home, Jenkins.

All right. Bertie?

Turn!

Don't touch me!

What do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry.

Oh, dear.

You need not be quite so sad for the loss of a brother-in-law when you still have a husband.

Don't touch me! What do you think you're doing?

It's cool comforting.

Do you remember Isabel? Do you remember our marriage vows now?

I swore to love and comfort you, no matter how annoying you were, and you, my love.

Swore to obey your husband.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You will join the fam.

You would surely wish to follow in your father's footsteps.

To an early grave.

That is in the hand of God.

All else is clearly in yours.

How much will the firm pay me?

Since you will continue to live at home, you will receive the pocket money suitable to one of your age.

You're suddenly not trying to disguise the unattractive nature of your offer.

As far as last wish that I should join the firm.

And for that reason you will comply?

I will comply.

Sign this.

With my blood, step brown.

Inc. will serve well enough, young Paul.

Why not the up to Bertie?

George, I'm so glad you're here.

I'm just trying to work out how Roger's new toy balloon works.

He seemed to think it was so simple.

Try again, Bertie. Roger spent a lot of time trying to perfect this.

We owe to his memory to make it work.

I can't seem to get the knack somehow.

Ah, that's it.

What a shame, Roger.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

That's it.

What a shame, Roger.

Isn't he here to see this work?

You don't love this.

Oh, he's been beautiful.

It's rather pretty, isn't it?

Keep going, Bertie.

All right.

A bit more.

Oh, I don't think so.

Oh, I say.

Oh, oh.

Sorry, Bertie.

Not a very responsible action, is it?

From the heir to the throne.

I don't want the throne too much harm work.

We'd harry it.

The Queen Mother's bound to have you installed.

Whether they want the throne or not.

Would you want it?

It's not a question of wanting.

More deserving.

Oh, poor Bertie.

You'll get your reward in heaven.

God looks after you.

Mother looks after me.

It all rests with Mother.

Come off to the club.

Yes, that's all right, George.

I'll finish up here.

Oh.

What is this object to do with me?

I found this in the bottom drawer of Roger's desk.

So you thought you would carry favor and draw attention to yourself by bringing it to me?

Like a dog with a dead rat.

But you very well leave it.

You ask me.

Leave it.

Why are you wearing colors so soon after the funeral?

Did you hear myself up?

You will amend your style of dress at once.

Meanwhile, I have another and rather different sartorial inquiry to make of you.

I presume this object is not part of your apparatus.

Don't be absurd. It's grotesque.

It was found in Roger's office.

What would Roger have been doing with such a thing?

A very pertinent question.

Are you implying, my mother, my husband was conducting a liaison?

I am implying nothing.

I merely wish to establish that this garment does not belong to you.

That eliminates one explanation of its provenance.

It needs me free to concentrate on others.

You will, despite the present sadness.

I shall not pay for Roger.

You have a brave Charlotte who has your need to be.

We can't afford any further delay in approaching Omar Ma.

I do not wish to obtude upon her grief.

I think she will be burning up quite well.

And yet, if I think carefully, this may be our best chance.

Yes. Here is the opportunity.

And we must catch it on the wing.

Out.

Whoa!

Mama?

You will attend.

You will attend very closely to what I have to say.

Here, have this.

Thank you.

Paul, I really need to get away from here. Why don't we take a holiday?

It's too soon.

Well, I can't mourn forever.

Why not?

Within a little month, as Hamlet said.

Don't you find he don't want stepmother? How far the guide?

I mean, he's never been ill in his life.

Stop playing at Hamlet, Paul. Dr. Porter explained it all at the time.

Dr. Hassell disagreed with him.

Dr. Hassell was a very opinionated young man.

They nearly came to blows.

Stop it!

It's all settled now.

You're late, Tilda. You're due back by nine.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I just want to ask you a few questions.

Oh. He's getting out of death, Master Paul.

But they might find him.

I'm not going to get out of here.

I'm not going to get out of here.

You're late, Tilda. You're due back by nine.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I just want to ask you a few questions.

What's the matter?

I've lost a porter.

The day my father died, you and Isabelle, Mrs. Collard, were alone with him for a time when all my stepmother was saying off Dr. Porter.

Yes, Master Paul?

During that time, did my father have anything to eat or drink other than the arrowroot and beef tea prescribed by Dr. Porter?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I never meant to do anything wrong.

I'm not sure you didn't, Tilda. Just tell me what happened.

Oh, Mrs. Collard had to leave the room for something.

Oh, the Master, he says how I could do with a good, strong whiskey, and he tells me where I can find it.

Oh, that's better.

I don't want to hurry, sir, but Mrs. Van de Venet, Mrs. Collard might be back at any moment and all that might be crossed with us.

Quite right, Hilda.

But now just put the bottle back.

Oops.

Now we don't want to leave ever again.

Why wouldn't it, sir?

No.

No one knew except just the two of us, Master Paul.

So how was it nobody smelled the whiskey on my father's breath later on?

Well, he drank some arrowroot, sir. He said that that would take away the smell.

And nobody noticed any trace of the glass or the bottle?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, it's nothing, sir.

I mean, just after a few minutes, Mrs. Isabel, she comes back in from whatever it is that she's been doing,

and then it's the event of any starts, all that groaning and frothing, and all that, and it's all that coming and going, and it's a proper fixed breakfast.

All right, Hilda, thank you. You've been a great help.

Anyway, sir, I mean, what difference can a glass of whiskey have made to the Master?

I mean, he's always thought of whiskey.

Who else else is open now?

From what Roger said to me on his deathbed, and indeed on several previous occasions,

it is evident he had a high opinion of neither George nor Bertie.

I have therefore decided that two things should be done immediately.

On what ground did Roger complain of me, Mama, and of me?

Mediocrity, in both your cases, and also in yours, George, what can best be called indiscretion.

Do not interrupt me again. Any of you.

I thought this was to be a discussion.

The first step to be taken.

Young Paul Vanderbundt is intelligent and determined. He will make an admirable member of the firm when he is suitably trained.

Paul is certainly determined, determined, and never to enter the firm. He said so to me often.

He has not said so to me. I understand, Paul, you see.

I understand all of you, for that matter.

Never forget. There is not much that does not come to my ears sooner or later.

And the second step you propose on co...

The next step as we dose is to match this on knee and off.

This is Mr. Robert Dangerfield. Most of you know him. Or know of him. He has recently returned from India, where he has had considerable experience in the tea trade.

He will be happy to join Karlard and Van de Vend.

The tea trade is not quite the toy trade, Mama. One trade is much like another. Buying and selling.

What position did you have in mind for Mr. Dangerfield? A general position. As managing supervisor.

And if he proves inadequate to the task? Our arrangement will last in the first instance for six months. After which, if he gives satisfaction, it becomes a matter of course.

Since he has asked and received my permission to marry Charlotte, his connection with the family amply justifies his connection with its business.

Ah, Jenkins. Did you remove a whiskey bottle from my father's bedroom?

I don't believe so, Master Paul. From the cupboard? Certainly not.

Drive on.

Why do you come here every day? I don't come for long. Paul, when they put the stone up over the grave are settled. You will have to help your stepmother with the epitaph. You're the poet in the family. What words should they go of?

How about Roger Van

How about Roger Van Van Van and Judy? He gave his whole life to that firm. I wonder if he thinks it was worth it now. How should your father never complain?

He couldn't see what was going on right underneath his nose. Darling Paul, what do you mean?

Here's a bell. The day my father died, he had a whiskey. I know there's nothing odd about that. Except it was against Dr. Porter's orders. But the bottle from which the whiskey was poured has gone.

Now this bottle could therefore have something in it other than whiskey. But someone has removed it so no one will ever know what.

What are you suggesting?

That he was poisoned.

Poisoned. Listen to me Paul. Your father died an untimely death, but it was natural. You must accept that. Now let him rest in peace.

You won't rest in peace until we find out what happened.

We will do nothing of the sort. This is not a matter to turn into some childish, fanciful game.

It's not a game for me.

You miss him too, Isabel. I know you do. I know that's why you come here. You feel the same way I do. You can't believe he's dead. He wasn't ready to die. He shouldn't have died. Is a bell!

You're my only friend. Please help me.

This is madness. Do you really believe your father was murdered?

Yes. Don't you want to know the truth?

feeed.

You