All language subtitles for Any Human Heart • Part 1_EN

'I have this image in my head.

'It's a kind of recurring
dream that I can't explain.

'A boat, on a river in Uruguay,
with a little boy fishing.

'Am I the boy in the boat?

'Or am I the observers
on the river bank?

'Is this a vision of an individual
life, travelling through time?

'Which life is truly mine?'

Which life is truly mine...
is truly mine...?

'I'm all these different people. All
these different people are me.'

All these different
people are me.

'I'd like to claim this as my first
memory, but that award goes to

'the sight of my tutor Roderick
Poole's circumcised penis.'

Logan?

Logan!

Always swim naked when you can.

Summer or winter,
you'll live forever.

You all right, darling?

What's happening to you?
Pull yourself together.

Ah, Mr Mountstuart,

you're back with us.

How long does it take
to die, darling?

Can't do it, Logan.

Why am I so glad to see
you, Mr Mountstuart?

I look at you with new
eyes, Mountstuart.

Is he going to be all right?

- Is he going to be all right?
- Come to bed.

Is he going to be all right?
Come to bed. He's dying.

Thank God.

I'm not here to negotiate.

It's happened for the best.

- It's happened for the best.
- Are you happy?

You choose to live the life,
you take the consequences.

Stella, there's a
nice man at the door.

'I, Logan Mountstuart, do
solemnly declare that in this,

'my final year at Oxford,
Iwilllose my virginity.'

Well?

I've found her.

The one.

She works in the stables.

I met her when I had
my riding lessons.

Too bad for you two, I'm
finally going to win the bet.

'I cannot, must not lose
this wager to Peter Scabius.

'Or Ben. Never.

'If Ben wins, I'll
become a monk.'

She's perfect, I tell you.

Got your money?

'They may be my best friends, but the
question of my virginity demands

'total, unswerving
ruthlessness.'

I'll look after the pot.

Give it to Ben.

Give it to Ben. Exactly.

Thank you, Logan.

LAUGHING AND SHOUTING

Hello, Tess.

Hello, Tess. Mr Scabius.

Here we are.

The Three Musketeers.

Do come in. Kettle's boiling.

I'll make some more. Two ticks.

I'll make some more. Two ticks.
I'll give you a hand.

No need, Mr Leeping, thanks.

What do you think? Perfect, hey?

Lovely fresh pot.

Mr Mountstuart?

Thanks very much.

Do have a biscuit, Mr Scabius.

Why don't you call me Peter, eh?

All right then...

Peter.

Haven't you two got
to be at a tutorial?

'I feel completely disturbed.

'Angry. Can't
settle to anything.

'It's utterly preposterous to
be a virgin at my age. Absurd.

'Shameful.

'I should be concentrating
on my book.

'I should be writing.

'But thoughts of sex keep
intruding themselves.

'Peter and Tess are lovers.

'I can hardly write the words.

'How incredibly annoying to find
oneself jealous of Peter Scabius.

'He spends weekends
at her cottage.

'He's won the bet. It's
totally and utterly unfair.

'I'm consumed with the
madness of sexual longing.

'Fantasies about
Tess's naked body.'

I wouldn't do that,
if I were you.

Wasn't sure if you were a proctor.
Have to be careful.

I'm impressed. Both
illegal and heretical.

You'll burn in hell.

I like that. I've never been
called a heretic before.

By the way, the best way into this
college is through the kitchens.

Low wall, by the bins.
Easy as you like.

You an "undergraduette"?

Oh, I love that expression.

Yes, at Somerville College.

My chaperone thinks I've
got a grumbling appendix.

Took me to the hospital.

I see.

Have you a cigarette?

What's your name,
interesting young man?

Logan Mountstuart.

Land Fothergill.

I bet you're reading English.

I bet you're reading English.
Yes.

I'm writing a little biography on
Shelley at the moment. But I, er...

I really want to be a
novelist, actually.

Course you do.

Do your...

Somerville chaperones allow you to
meet male undergraduates for coffee?

Do be careful climbing in.

I'd hate for you to
have a nasty accident.

'Land. Land Fothergill.
Yes, maybe she's the one.

'Forget Tess. Simple,
comely Tess.

'Think of Land. Sophisticated,
intellectual, provocative.'

Peter, you wouldn't believe
it, I've met this amazing...

Peter, you wouldn't believe it, I've met
this amazing... It's an absolute nightmare.

My father's found
out about Tess.

No!

No! Shhh!

Jesus, how?

She wrote to me in the holidays,
put her return address on the back

of the envelope, "Tess Scabius".
Can you believe...?

Of the envelope, "Tess Scabius". Can you
believe...? She's taking your name?

Of the envelope, "Tess Scabius". Can you
believe...? She's taking your name? Shh!

She says she's my sister.

Explains why I come
to stay at weekends.

You should have blamed me.

I did. Immediately.
But it wouldn't wash.

My father's threatened to disown me.
He's coming to see the Master.

No, God!

Shhh!

I can't go to the village.
You've got to go, and see Tess.

Explain.

'Say I can't see her until
the fuss dies down.'

I don't want to hurt him, Logan.

He's terrified of his father.

Terrified.

Don't cry, Tess.
It'll all be fine.

He just can't risk
anything at the moment.

I had to say I was his sister.

Otherwise people would talk.

Tess, I am so sorry.
I wasn't thinking.

We. We weren't thinking.

We were all...

caught up in the moment.

Didn't mean nothing.

I'd better go.

It's forgotten.

Never happened.

No. Never happened.

'Perhaps Tess was expressing
her frustration with Peter.

'Working-class girl confronting
insurmountable social barriers.

'But there we were.

'Need and opportunity.

'The ingredients
of all betrayals.

'But Land.

'Consider Land.

'No social barriers there.

'Mere physical stimulation
is not enough.

'Bodies can meet, but when
minds meet as well...'

No, stop it! No, I
won't allow it.

You cannot call Virginia Woolf a
lady novelist. She's a genius.

She writes novels, she's female.

So, if you ever get round to
actually writing a novel,

and you are described as "Logan
Mountstuart, gentlemen novelist",

you won't object?

You won't object? I
wouldn't object at all.

Liar! You're going to have to
grow up just a little, Logan,

if you want us to move
beyond simple friendship.

Where are you going?

Come and see me when
you're a real writer.

Land!

Bye!

BELL TOLLS

Remember this, son.

It's just luck in the end.

That's all life is.

'Am I staring into the abyss?

'A life of perpetual virginity?'

Hello, Logan.

I'm so sorry... I don't know...

what's the problem.

With...

Let's try again in
a minute or two.

But let's take our clothes
off this time. Mm?

BELLS RING

The bells of Oxford seemed
to be celebrating my joy.

Logan Mountstuart, you
are no longer a virgin.

But Tess is Peter's girl. Shame
on you, Logan Mountstuart.

This must never,
ever happen again.

Never, ever.

God.

I'm your first girl,
aren't I, Logan?

No...

Yes.

It's fun, isn't it?

I don't think the word fun
quite does it justice.

Thanks for the gin. How
do you know I like gin?

I like to fuck and then
I like to drink gin.

And then I feel
like fucking again.

Right. The gin is a present,

from Peter.

Peter mustn't know about us.

No, no he mustn't.

We must never tell Peter anything
about these Sunday afternoons we have

and what we get up to,

must we?

Never, ever.

No, we won't.

Never...

..ever.

Do what you can, Logan.

Ben, there's something
I should...

What?

Nothing.

I'll come and see you in Paris.
When are you off?

Next week, no point
in hanging around.

Next week?! What about finals?
You won't get a degree.

I don't want a degree.
I've made up my mind.

I don't care.

I've got to start finding artists if
I'm to open my gallery by summer.

Nothing stands in your way.

Your father is a diplomat,

encourages a life
of art and culture.

Mine's the managing director
of a meat-processing firm.

You've no idea how meat has
dominated my whole life.

It's depressing.

Hello, what have you
two been up to?

Momentous news, miraculous.
We couldn't be happier.

It's wonderful. It's
just what I needed.

What's going on?

You tell him, Peter.

Yesterday, Tess
wasn't feeling well,

the doctor came to the cottage.
Anyway...

Anyway, I wasn't ill.

I was pregnant.

What?

When I heard Tess was pregnant,

I realised, I've been
a complete coward.

So I telegraphed my father,

told we were getting married.
He's cut me off without a penny.

Married? You and Tess.

Congratulations.

Well...

It's wonderful, isn't it, Logan?

Yes, wonderful.

My God.

The child's not mine.

Definitely not. She's
three months pregnant.

I know it's Peter's.

I wish you hadn't told me.

Who else could I tell?

You can not tell people
secrets, you know?

Sometimes people are very grateful
not have full disclosure.

I think Father
O'Donnell is here.

Your mother keeps bringing
these bloody priests round.

She means well.

I just can't be having
all that mumbo-jumbo.

Remember this, son,

it's just luck in the end.

That's all life is.

All the good luck you have

and all the bad luck.

That's the only story.

When you've left university, there's a
place for you at Foley's, you know.

Junior management, I've
arranged everything.

No need, father, I'm
going to be a writer.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. You'll have
plenty of time to write at weekends.

Promise me, Logan.

I promise, father.

You'll have to work your way
up the ladder like I did

but it'll make me happy to
think of you at Foley's.

Corned beef is going to
keep you very comfortable.

COUGHING

What are we going to do
without him, mother?

Just you and me.

He very kind man, Logan.

We have a lot of money now.

I'm going to go to Paris,

see Ben.

Of course.

You take time.

You don't understand,
I made him a promise,

a promise to my dying father.

When you're back from Paris,

then you can start at Foley's.

You didn't see the
look in his eyes.

He took my hand.

Don't do anything foolish.

Come and see Anna again, soon.

Leave the money on
the table, mon cher.

You made him happy. That's
nothing to feel guilty about.

Forget Foley's.

You've written a book,

you're a writer. Shelley:
A life, you did it.

I can hardly call myself a writer
if my book isn't published.

So what? Your writer's
life has begun.

Hemingway, Logan! There's
some champagne left here.

Thank you.

I'm green with envy. Thank you.

For me compadre, Logan.

So you already wrote a book?

Regrettably, no novel as yet. Just
a little biography of Shelley.

Not the same.

Terrible tragedy, n'est pas?

Shelley, dead at 29.

Hey, Logan, write about us French
poets, the cosmopolitans. Why not?

Hemingway, give us
some poetry, will you?

And what were thou and
earth and stars and sea

If to the human mind's imagining
silence and solitude were vacancy?

I'm fucking impressed.

Logan, we're all settled up.

I am genuinely
fucking impressed.

Send me your novel, Logan.
I mean it.

I mean it, Logan.

I hereby resolve to leave home,

to find a flat,
preferably in Paris,

to see land again

and to write, write, write.

There's a place for you
at Foley's, you know.

Always.

Most interesting, your
little book on Shelley.

It reads well enough,
Mr Mountstuart,

if you're happy to live on
potato peelings and small beer.

I'd prefer not to, if possible.

Then you must write a
novel, immediately.

One that will gain you
more than eight readers.

I was planning one idea, um...

I met a woman in Paris,

a Russian called Anna

who'd hit hard times.

She was obliged to become a
poule de luxe to survive.

I'm not familiar
with the expression.

A prostitute.

Her story intrigued me.

I thought I could call
it The Girl Factory.

Now, Land will see me, I know.

She'll see me for what I am,
will recognise me at last

for someone she'll
be happy to be with.

Good God, Logan, what on
Earth are you doing here?

I wanted to see you again.

Well, how lovely for you.

You can't disappear for months then pick
me up like some... some discarded toy.

I'm writing a novel.
I've got an agent.

A literary agent.

There's only one way to get
on in this world, Logan.

You must believe in yourself,
then you can do anything.

Write a great work,

one that will make people think
and may change the world.

Then I will.

And you will dedicate it to me.

"To my darling Land, to
whom I must always listen."

My darling Land,

to whom I must always... listen.

DOORBELL RINGS

What's your novel called?

I haven't got a title yet.

When can I read it?

When it's finished.

I like your little flat.

Thank you. It needs
a bit more work.

Have you got a bedroom,
or is this it?

'It's strange, to think
I am now familiar

'with all the
singularities of Land.

'Outline your emotions -

'happiness and contentment.

'All your ambitions -

'to be with Land
every day possible.

'Why?

'Because...

'Because I'm in love with her.'

Why not?

I said we'd both go, a
weekend in the country.

We can go for long
walks, we can...

I can't, it's my job.

Your unpaid job.

Please, Land.

It's a Parliamentary
fact-finding committee.

Oliver Lee says we need to go to
Wolverhampton to know more about

the conditions of
the mill workers.

We can read about it
in the newspapers.

It's all very well for Oliver
Lee, he's a Member of Parliament.

It's an amazing
opportunity for me

to be invited on to one
of his committees.

Well, I'll come, too.

No, you can't possibly come.

I'll be incredibly busy.

It's work, Logan, it's not a holiday.
It's out of the question.

Why not? I'll miss you.

You've got to finish
your novel, that's why.

GUNSHOT

She's got a touch of the flu.

Ah, cat absent,
mouse opportunity?

We're madly in love.

Talking of small animals,

you are meant to be using that
thing in your hands, Logan.

It's called a shotgun.

I've no desire to fire a
shotgun at a defenceless bird.

Nonsense. This is one of the
best shoots in Norfolk.

You're very lucky to be invited.

You said a weekend in the
country, there was...

there was no mention of
guns and killing animals.

That's because the two activities are
synonymous, you ignorant peasant.

Sometimes, Logan, in
order to get on in life

you have to try things you
might not like at first.

I had no idea of the stultifying endless
tedium of these English country weekends.

The banality of the discourse,

the utter absence of culture in
our so-called upper classes.

Hello.

I'm Logan Mountstuart, a
friend of Peter Scabius.

Ah, you're Peter's friend.
I'm Angus' sister.

Ah, Lady Castle - very
nice to meet you.

You mustn't call me Lady.

Heavens, no! Lottie
is perfectly fine.

You're the writer, aren't you?
Are you writing something?

Just my journal.

You're probably writing
ghastly things about us all.

Not in the least. I'm
enjoying myself enormously.

Shall we have a drink?

Would you like a pink gin?

What-ho, yes!

I can't think of anything nicer.

Do you know...

..I don't think I've been
in this room for years.

Um... Montevideo.

Mon-te-vid-eo.

Where's that?

Uruguay, in South America.

South America? Why on Earth?

I was born there.

My father worked in the
corned-beef industry.

Corned beef?

In fact, my mother's
from Uruguay.

Oh!

Does that mean you're...

..half-Uruguayan?

Yes.

It's my best half.

Excuse me, sir. There's a
telephone call for you.

Excuse me, I must take
this telephone call.

Land, darling, you would not
believe how revolting...

'It's Wallace Douglas here.'

Wallace! My God, how
did you track me here?

'I thought you might like to
know as soon as possible,

'I've sold your novel,
The Girl Factory. 1,000!

'Congratulations.'

1,000...?

My God! Th-Thank you, Wallace.
Thank you, um...

I'll see you Monday. Yes.

Thanks.

Excuse me, are you
Logan Mountstuart?

Isn't it amazing? Incredible.

I have a horrible feeling this book
is going to be a huge success.

The reviews are appalling.

"Depraved", "A nasty
little shocker"...

Not good, Logan. So don't
let it go to your head.

I can do better than this, Land.

This is only the start.
Watch me.

We can travel,

we can live anywhere. We can
see the world together.

We'll be able to do
anything we want.

"Degenerate and
scandalous", says The Mail.

Another 5,000 copies
sold, says Wallace.

Like father always said,
good luck, bad luck.

Enjoy the good luck
when it comes your way.

Mr Pendergrass is my
financial adviser.

He's explaining all of
stock market to me.

If you have spare funds, Logan,
US equities are just the thing.

There are fortunes to
be made over there.

He says they've foreclosed on
the 63rd Street apartment.

What apartment?

Mr Pendergrass, he say I should buy
apartment in New York, so I buy.

Now everything gone. He
say sell, so I say sell.

Nobody want to buy.
Crash, crash, crash.

I lose everything, Logan.

I keep thinking, what your
father, he saying to me?

Don't worry about Father.

I'll always look after you.

Come here.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello.

My God, what's happened?

How much did this cost?

Haven't a clue.

One of the advantages of
earning a lot of money,

it ceases to have value.

Champagne? We are celebrating.

I had my tickets for the India trip today.
Can't wait.

Oliver Lee said we'd be meeting
with Gandhi Jee himself.

Have some caviar,
my little darlink!

No, I don't eat
caviar, it's obscene.

Oh, Land, please.

Our life is about to be filled
with champagne and caviar.

And I'm coming to
India with you.

I've got us two
tickets, first class.

You can't just come to
India, I've told you.

I'm not leaving your
side, my darling.

I love you, Land.

I've never felt
like this before.

I love you and I want you to marry me.
I want you to be my wife.

Land? I love you.

You don't know where you're
going, do you, Logan?

You haven't the faintest idea.
Look at you, what you've become.

All you've written
is trash, rubbish.

You've let yourself down. You can't
believe how disappointed I am.

What kind of an empty
life are you leading?

Can't you see anything?

DOOR SLAMS CLOSED

Are you all right, my darling?

You be careful, my sweet.

BELL

BELL

BELL

Land?

Oh, Mother.

My God! It's disgusting!

Completemente repugnante!

Esta es una porqueria inmunda.

Take.

Drink.

When love affair goes bad,

it is essential to
keep your dignity.

Without dignity,
you become animal.

Life must go on, Logan.

Yes, Mother.

MUSIC PLAYS

'Write a great work.

'One that will make people think

'and may change the world.'

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

'It's Lottie.'

Oh, Lottie. Hello.

'Hello.'

How lovely to hear from you.

'Are you well?'

I'm very well.

'I adored your book.'

Thank you so much.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

'Of course, I was shocked.'

Yes.

Yes, it is a little racy.

'Will you come and stay?'

What?

'I'm having a party.'

When?

'This weekend. Oh,
do say yes, Logan.'

Yes.

Yes, I'd love to.

After the marriage, I think
you should call me Elthred.

Thank you.

Yes, Elthred, sir.

And you must call me Logan.

Here we all are, then.

To us.

The three of us.

To Logan.

Good luck.

It's amazing.

What's amazing? I'm
marrying Lottie?

Well, you didn't waste any time.

What's the point of
delaying happiness?

Bloody enormous place, this.

How many acres did you say?

I couldn't be happier, honestly.

A few thousand acres of Norfolk
would make anyone happy.

I'm marrying Lottie, Peter. Not
a chunk of English countryside.

Ah! Lady Lottie, if you please.

Does that mean your children
will be Honourables?

I'm very happy for you, Logan.

Yes, very.

Are you sure, Logan?

Genuinely?

Never been more certain
of anything in my life.

'Hotel du Cap, Biarritz.

'One could not wish for a more
perfect honeymoon setting.

'I'm ready for marriage
and married life.

'I love Lottie.'

'Completely over Land.

'Completely.'

I'm going to die, I'm so happy.

Every human being is a
collection of selves.

They change all the time.

We never stay as one person as we
go on our journey to the grave.

Mr Mountstuart, sir! >

Mr Mountstuart, sir!>

Mr Mountstuart!

It's a boy!

A boy!

'Unto thee, a son is born.

'But what is happening
to my life?

'I feel I'm losing control.

'It's being taken over.'

Funny-looking little chap.

We're very happy, Logan.

Thank you.

We'll see ourselves
out, don't worry.

Night-night, Daddy.

Night-night, Lionel.

He can go to bed now, Pettigrew.

Well, that seemed to go...

Before you say another word, there
is not one chance in a thousand

that any son of mine
will be called Lionel.

Logie, please!

Please stop calling me Logie.

No son of mine will be called
Lionel, let alone Lionel Elthred.

No.

N-O.

Repeat, no.

It's Daddy's name. And
his daddy's name.

I'm adamant. Immoveable.

Look at how happy he was.

Look how proud and pleased.

Think of Lionel.

Think of the trust fund.

Well, I'll leave it up to you.

If it makes you happy.

Fascinating book.

Shame no-one wanted to read it.

It was just something I had to write,
something I had to prove to someone.

But no-one expected it from the
author of The Girl Factory.

An academic study of
obscure French poets? No!

Well, I've got an idea, but I need to
travel, Wallace, I, I, erm... it's...

Between you and me, I'm
going a little insane.

Family life. Baby.

In-laws not turning out
how I expected to be.

I'll happily do anything, I just need
to get away for a while, you know?

Got you.

How about journalism?

This is the best I can
do at short notice.

The Illustrator. Cities
of the Iberian peninsula.

Spain and Portugal.

Ten cities, five guineas for
a thousand words on each.

What do you think?

Perfect. I'll leave next week.

Ha!

'Funny, but Lottie didn't
seem at all that bothered

'when I said I'd be
away for a month or so.

'Maybe we both need a
break from each other.'

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

We should have your passport ready
in five minutes, Mr Mountstuart.

Thank you so much. Thanks.

Thank you.

You're not Logan
Mountstuart, by any chance?

What?

Me?

Oh, yes, I am, as it happens.

How do you know?

I work for the BBC
talks department.

We tried to book you a talk,

but your agent asked for
a fee of ten pounds.

Oh.

That's absurd.

That's what we thought.

We had a jolly good
laugh about it.

Who do you think you are? John Galsworthy?
Stravinsky?

I'll talk to him.
My... my agent.

Are you... are you
here on holiday?

We were. We had a
motor car crash.

My father's in hospital
with a broken leg.

Oh dear.

My... my passport was stolen.

In a church, of all places.

You can't trust anyone, can you?

Consul's ready for
you, Mr Mountstuart.

Oh.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Um... perhaps I'll
see you at the BBC.

Perhaps. If your price is right.

You're not... you're not free for
dinner tonight, are you, by any chance?

I do like getting away
from England sometimes.

Good old pudding island.

Are you from London?

I was born in Uruguay, actually.

Uruguay?

I had my childhood there. I'm
half Uruguayan, actually.

My mother.

So exotic.

I've never met anyone
half Uruguayan before.

Menu, por favor.

Si, senor.

I'm very impressed
with your Portuguese.

I speak excellent
restaurant Portuguese.

And I speak excellent
restaurant French.

I just couldn't get on
with Virginia Woolf.

The novels are so sort of
airy-fairy, if you ask me.

God, exactly. It's all sort
of evanescence and nebulous.

Have you met her?

I have, actually.

Have you? What's she like?

Have you? What's she like?
Completely obnoxious.

You know, brandy is
just eau de vie.

It's colourless, like water.

The colour comes from the cask.

Yes.

So why, if you have a perfectly
nice, crystal clear drink,

why would you want
to turn it brown?

What?

Ah yes. That's a very,
very, very good point.

I wouldn't have thought of that.

That's amazing.

That's amazing. Amazing.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

May I, um... may I
call on you in London?

Why?

I've never been so
grateful to a thief.

What do you mean?

Whoever stole my passport.
I'd never have met you.

Goodnight.

I'll see you in London.

Mmm.

Why can't you work here?
You're never here.

You haven't been to church
in the last five Sundays.

You missed the
Fitzwilliams' wedding.

You're my husband, Logan.
You have duties to perform.

People need to see
you by my side.

I'm not here because I
have to be in London.

You're a novelist,
not a journalist.

Journalism pays very
well, as it happens.

And if I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind.
The editors forget me.

I've got to go to meetings, I've
got to liaise with Wallace.

What's the telephone for You've
paid this Wallace man 10%.

Let him earn it. Lethimfind
the work for you.

When are you going to write
another book, anyway?

Ideas for books don't
grow on trees, darling.

Stewing in the country,
twiddling my thumbs, is

not going tomake a very
interesting novel, is it?

Use your imagination. Isn't that
what novelists are meant to do?

'Life has to be encountered with
a mixture of sheer ignorance

'and blind faith.

'Sheer ignorance because you can't
ever know what will happen.

'Ever. And blind faith
that this time,

'the roll of the dice
will bring you luck.'

I told you it was a
nice pub, didn't I?

What was wrong with the Cafe Royale?
I practically live there.

I thought it was,
you know, stuffy.

Full of people rather too
pleased with themselves.

You're absolutely right.

No, I'm having a much
nicer time here.

When were you going to tell me

all about Lottie and Lionel?

Actually, I was going
to tell you tonight.

Good.

Well, you don't need to now.

Seeing as I already knew.

Seeing as I already knew.
Right, yes.

And it's out in the open.

I like things to be clear
and straightforward.

Yes.

Yes. I'm actually going to be
spending more time in London.

I'm moving back to my
old flat in Chelsea.

Lovely.

Freya, I...

I really...

I would really,
more than anything,

like to kiss you again.

Nobody's looking.

I don't know where it's going.
It's very worrying. Seriously.

I was in Hamburg. A
perfectly well-dressed man

but with a placard round his
neck saying "Ich bin Jude,

"aber ich will mich nicht uber die
Nazis beschweren." Extraordinary.

Lunchtime, in a main
street in Hamburg.

I get the "I am a Jew" bit.

"But I will never complain
about the Nazis."

Apparently it's now illegal for a
Jewish family to have a German maid.

What next, one wonders?

I'd better dash. Excuse me.

I'll see you on Tuesday, Logan.

Logan!

Land! Land!

You look wonderful.

You look wonderful. Liar.

You look extremely well. All
that success, I suppose.

A wonderful life.

So, what are you
up to these days?

I'm standing for Parliament.
Next election.

Which party? Oh, that's a
silly question, don't answer.

That's splendid.

There you are. My boss
wants to meet you.

Freya, this is a very old friend of mine.
Land Fothergill.

Freya, this is a very old
friend of mine. Land

Fothergill. Freya Deverell.
Nice to meet you.

It's Leigh, actually.
I married Oliver.

My God! The great man himself.
I didn't know. Is he here?

Yes. There he is over there. By
the screen with the glasses.

Well, I never.

Congratulations... Land's
going to become an MP.

She's going to try, anyway.
Lovely to meet you.

Goodbye, Logan.

Good luck.

I approve.

What did she say?

Er, goodbye.

One of your early conquests?

More of an obsession, I suppose.

Wasn't reciprocated.
We ought to go.

They're going to
give away our table.

They're going to give away our table. I
don't want supper. Now you mention it.

Really? It's not like you. You
usually like a spot of supper.

Sometimes I just don't
feel like supper.

Supper can get in the way.

You're not hungry?

Very hungry indeed.

Come back.

Got you. Clinging on
for dear old life. Oh!

' "We must never
get a bigger bed,"

'Freya says. I think of Lottie and
our child and my life in Norfolk.

'But I only want
to be with Freya.

'Time away from
Freya is time lost.

'Forever.'

'Lionel...'

'Lionel...'

Lionel.

Lionel. Shake your rattle.

That's it. Good boy.

Oh, don't go too
near the fireplace.

These are for you.

What are they?

They're called bills.

More precisely, unpaid bills.

You'd better earn
some money, at last.

My book's nearly done.
We'll be all right.

Don't lie to me, Logan.

Before you ask, I'm not asking
Daddy for a penny more.

Who's that?!

Mr Finch. He's in my
room on the first floor.

Very nice man.

All my lodgers, very
nice gentlemen.

Hola! Senor Logan!

Como estas?

Muy bien.

Some tea, por favor?

Si, si.

Next time you bring in Lionel with you.
I never see him.

And I never see Lottie.
Why she never come?

Bring them with you.

I will. Of course.

Mother, I was wondering,

could you lend me some money?
Just 50.

And I'll pay you
back in a month.

I need to buy some time,
really, and finish my book.

This is for repairing the house.
New carpets.

Now I have all these
paying guests.

Thank you, Mother. I just need a few
weeks of really hard work. You know.

Then I'll get the book done,
and we'll be in clover again.

Of course, querido.
You take time.

'Back to Biarritz.

'Ben has taken a villa for the
summer, invited some friends.

'The novel will have to wait.'

The more you drink, they say,
the browner your suntan.

Do they say that? That sounds

like a very good excuse for
drinking a lot, to me.

She's lovely.

Thank you, Ben.

Thanks for your hospitality.

And for your... understanding.

Very easy to understand.
Easy as pie.

Basically, the book
changed my life.

Everyone had forgotten me, then
Logan wrote The Cosmopolitans.

I owe everything to this man.

Just the credit you deserve.

Are you happy, darling?

Who wouldn't be? Here.

Now.

Nothing like the sun
on your tits, I say.

Monsieur. Excuse me, monsieur.

Excuse me, monsieur.

Excuse moi, s'il vous plait.

Vous etes anglais? Americain?

Oui, anglais.

Thank you. God.

Can you please let a
party play through?

I am secretary of club. We
will reimburse your green fee.

Why?

It's a very distinguished personage.
English.

The Prince of Wales.

I don't see why not. Thank you.

Awfully good of you. Want to get
in nine holes before lunch.

Pleasure. Sir.

Right. Off you go, Freddie.

Right. Off you go, Freddie. Very kind of
you to let as barge in like this, Mr...?

Mountstuart. Logan Mountstuart.
This is Ben Leeping.

Allow me, sir.

Terribly good, darling.

Why don't you wait in
the clubhouse, darling?

I want to work up an attitude for lunch.
David, you must

thank Mr Mountstuart and Mr Leeping
for letting us interrupt their game.

God, yes. Most decent of you.

Pleasure.

Can I snaffle those matches off you...
Stuart?

There you are, sir.

Come on, everyone!

Bye!

Thanks again. Enjoy
your vacation.

Who is she?

Logan, really. You're joking.
Everybody knows who she is.

Everybody knows
except me, clearly.

Everybody knows except me, clearly.
She's his mistress - Mrs Simpson.

But, of course, not a whisper
in deferential old England.

French newspapers
are full of it.

His mistress?

Well, she seemed very nice.

Very dramatic features.

And very practised in the sexual arts
of the Orient, so rumour has it.

I like your friend, Ben.

I like everybody, in fact.

Old Cyprien's sweet.

'Got you! Clinging on
for dear old life.'

Thank you for the dedication.
It's very kind of you, Peter.

I had no idea you were writing. >

It's just a detective novel.

It's just a detective novel.
It's the highest

form of literature,
in my opinion. >

To the Teccie! I may have seen
the future of English letters.

Peter.

Mmm.

Mmm. And I thought you
were in Perthshire.

Mmm. And I thought you were in Perthshire.
I will be tomorrow.

This is Fleming. Do you
know Logan Mountstuart?

This is Fleming. Do you know
Logan Mountstuart? No. But I

have, um... I have read and
greatly admired The Girl Factory.

I read it twice, in fact.
Ian Fleming.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Slaughtered many small
birds together.

Slaughtered many small birds together.
Not to mention

lost lots of money. We're
very bad gamblers.

On the way?

On the way, sort of.
Protracted labour, I'm afraid.

Well, it's good to have met you.

See you on the
grouse moor, Peter.

See you on the grouse moor.
Youaregoing up in the world.

What does he do, this Fleming?

Good question. Not the faintest.

He has a superb collection
of pornography, however.

Let me walk you home. There's
something I want to tell you.

BAND PLAYS MARCHING TUNE

My God. How long has
this been going on?

More than a year now.
Tess has no idea.

Well, who is she?

She's an actress.

Beautiful, funny, vivacious.

I feel bad about it, but then I think
I should never have married Tess.

We were far too young.

And of course, the child
coming like that.

You and Lottie, I envy you.

Your life in the country.

An earl's daughter, my God!

Still can't get over it.
Who would have thought?

Still can't get over it. Who
would have thought? Yes.

No, no, I'm very fortunate.

Hello, dozy!

Got to go. I'll miss my train.

Don't go...

Don't go.

I want you to come
and live here.

If I do, that
changes everything.

How?

You're married. Remember?

My marriage is a sham.

It's empty. It's a farce.

Well, shouldn't you do
something about it, then?

I'll miss my train.

No, I don't care
what anyone says.

He was a good King.
God rest his soul.

George V.

RIP.

The King is dead,
long live the King.

Edward VIII.

Well, he'll have to get rid
of his American floozy, now.

Why? I mean, he seems...

You can't have a Queen of
England who's been divorced.

What sort of example is that?

What sort of example is that?
He doesn't need

to get rid of her. Just
keep her out of sight.

Set her up somewhere discreet.

No-one will know,
no-one will care.

Aelthred!

Aelthred! Daddy,
that's outrageous!

Aelthred! Daddy, that's outrageous!
What on earth do you mean?

He's the King now. He can do
what he damn well pleases.

But she's American. >

We can't have an American Queen.
How ghastly!

Well, I thought she was perfectly
agreeable when I met her.

When did you ever
meet Mrs Simpson?

Er, she, um... presented
a book prize.

You know, the
Literary Gold Medal.

Very chic.

Could I have a drop more of
that delicious claret, Wilson?

Spain? Mmm. I know
there's a war on.

Nasty little affair.

'The American news
agencies are offering jobs

'to anyone who knows
anything about the area.

'Very generous terms.
Interested?'

'Very generous terms. Interested?'
I could certainly do with a job.

What are they paying?

What are they paying? '50
dollars, plus expenses.'

My God! That changes everything.

Is that per week?

Is that per week? 'Per day.'

Per day?!

When would they want me to go?

Lottie, what are you doing here?

I wanted to be with you.

All that talk of mistresses
was rather exciting...

You know I thrash around and snore.
You won't sleep a wink.

You know I thrash around and snore.
You won't sleep a wink.

Maybe we can think of something
else to pass the time, hm?

Lottie, there's something
important I have to tell you.

Lottie, there's something important
I have to tell you. What's that?

Um...

I, uh...

I've been...

I've, uh...

I-I-I... I've been having...
Um... I...

I haven't got a preservative.

Good.

I want another child, Logan.

We need another child.

Seriously, one's never enough.

Another son would be ideal.

Another son would be ideal. I can't
talk about it now. I've got to go away.

Away? Mm.

Again? Where?

Spain. I've got a job.
Paying fantastically well.

We'll talk about it
when I get back.

We don't need to talk at all.

Please, Lottie. Not a good time.

TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS

I'd decided to tell her,
I really had, I swear,

but then she started to cry when
I told her I was going to Spain.

It was impossible. I'm sorry.

It was impossible. I'm sorry. You
won't do anything dangerous?

Of course not. You must be joking.
Why?

Because, um...

..I'm pregnant.

What?

You're telling me...

You're telling me... Yes.

My God! That's incredible!

Go to Spain, Logan, but while you're
there, think about me and our child.

I'm going to have this baby.

But don't come back to me if
you're not going to stay...

with us forever.

Freya, please.

Freya, please. No.
Everything's changed now.

Everything's real.

Our summer is over.