Original subtitles

-If they point the finger at me, who's going to believe

someone else could have done it?

-I found your little Laddie.

He's here as my guest.

-I go by Olaudah now.

Unless I'm in the ring.

A toast, George,

to your singing, dancing, smiling subjects.

-This is science, Frances.

We're doing important work in here.

-I should have been the one to kill you.

And I should have done it long before now!

I have been many terrible things.

I was hers, also.

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They said it was all in my head.

That a woman like her could never love a woman like me.

-Hm! No, no, no, no.

I won the trick.

-Oh. -Thank you.

-Sorry.

[ Laughs ]

They say it didn't happen.

Only because they would never believe it could.

-"I have love in me the likes

of which you can scarcely imagine,

and rage the likes of which you would not believe."

-When we were alone together,

we were simply two women.

Never woman and maid.

-Frances.

Frances!

-I was listening!

I was listening with my eyes closed.

[ Both laugh ]

-Do you want more? -Yes.

-You can't have it.

You have to stay here all morning.

-[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

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[ Horse whinnies in distance ]

-It's good to see you fit again, Meg.

Two days of you claiming megrims.

A man expects to have a sighting of his wife from time to time.

-I am lucky you have such low expectations.

-Are you actually going to eat that or just play with it?

For God's sake.

Eat! [ Bangs table ]

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-It has been on the floor.

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-We should leave.

Let's just leave here.

I'm curious to know why you make such a fuss about this.

-Laudanum?

Try yourself.

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It takes everything away.

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-It was one of those moments.

A pinch of happiness, like salt into a cake.

Which meant, of course, that it couldn't last.

We were surrounded by people who

would have wanted us punished

if they knew the whole truth.

-It's just a drop more.

No harm in that.

-Her, for breaking their rules...

I should not.

-Why not? Why not?!

We must be our own women!

We must please ourselves! -Shh!

-Me, for not knowing my place...

-Spoilsport.

-...and not staying in it.

-We should leave.

Run, run away.

-If only.

-Meg!

-Oh, God. What's she doing here?

-Meg, darling, I've just been to the house.

George said he thought you might be out here.

-Oh, he's back, is he?

What does he want?

-What are you doing walking around out here in the rain?

Honestly, you'll get a chill.

Come along, let's get you home. You can't stay out here.

Home, Meg. Come along.

We'll talk privately when we're there.

-And then Hep Elliot came to stay.

-You don't need to be here, Hep.

-You're indulging again, Meg.

And George says you're not eating.

-I'm fine. I'm well.

I-I've been preoccupied recently, that's all.

-It's the damned drug.

One of these days, you'll embarrass yourself

in some irretrievable way.

It's for your own good that I'm here.

-For my own good good?

You can't do this again, Hep.

Tell him no, it's cruel.

-I'm worried, Meg.

And besides, it...

seems to be the only way I can see you nowadays.

We used to be so close.

What we shared --

-Hep. We shared nothing.

-You call it nothing?

-[ Sighs ]

-Well...

I wish it were different, Meg.

You really don't give us any choice.

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Come along.

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[ Door opens, closes ]

-That woman has been in here all day

as if she was guarding the door.

What are you doing?

This is your manuscript.

-Yes, I know!

All that work wasted.

Ashes to ashes.

-Has she said something that has caused you

to carry on like this?

-I missed you this afternoon.

-I was relegated to the kitchens, as you know.

Is she staying here?

-At my husband's pleasure.

As we all are, I suppose.

Except she will be about as pleasant to have around

as a guard dog.

I'm to be under her supervision at all times.

-This is madness.

-They're downstairs now, planning God knows what.

Frances, maybe you can help me?

-Of course, I'll help you.

-I've gotten hold of a rather excellent doctor recently.

A new discovery on the recommendation of Winnie.

Why don't we send for him?

-I'm sure that's not necessary.

-I'm sure it is.

-I see no need to depart from the usual

arrangements, Hephzibah.

Just keep her quiet. Keep her inside.

Make sure her misbehaviour doesn't scale the walls.

-Clearly the usual arrangements won't be enough.

-[ Grunts ]

-I'm more concerned than ever.

She seems worse than ever, doesn't she?

Well, something isn't right. She's not herself.

-She hasn't been herself since we returned from Long Reach.

Perhaps you should blame yourself for that.

Though, in point of fact, one could argue

that she is currently very much herself.

This is who she is.

Sadly.

This is who I married.

-She needs a doctor.

-Is he --

is he discreet, this doctor?

-Better than that, he's competent.

Which I find is a far more useful skill

when the patient is ill.

-Very well. But I expect you to deal with all the arrangements.

That is what you're here for after all.

I don't expect you to be down here every moment

bothering me with minutiae.

-Minutiae?

That's quite a novel way for a man to describe his own wife.

-Just get on with it.

-You're lucky Percy lets you keep hold

of the family purse strings, George.

Which is the only reason you can play the puppet-master to me.

If only money really did make the man.

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[ Door opens, closes ]

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-Well?

-They're bringing a doctor.

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-Of course they are.

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[ Screams ]

-Just tell them no.

-It's not that simple, Frances.

If I do not comply, he will threaten the asylum.

I must convince him I am calm again.

-Her condition has severely worsened.

I think she may be suffering from exhaustion

on top of everything else.

-Let's take a little look, shall we?

Hm.

I do see what you mean, Miss Elliot.

These female ailments can strike rather fast

and be very debilitating.

-What have you told him, Hep?

-So, you do think bloodletting

would be advisable, Dr. Pears?

-It is usually the fail-safe method

in calming a case of hysteria like this.

-No, I don't need it!

-Going to be a good girl, are we, Mrs. Benham?

-Meg, Meg! -No, I don't want it.

-Shh, shh, shh.

-Thank you, Miss Elliot, you'd make a capital nurse.

-She doesn't want it.

Can't you see you're torturing her?

-Be quiet, Frances, and let the doctor do his work.

-[ Whimpering ] -Shh.

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-[ Gasps ]

-Shh. Frances...

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-For once, we are actually better placed

to take the lead on something in the West Indies.

Not all knowledge is born in Europe.

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Benham might have the name,

but I have the specimens.

-Frances?

Frances!

Are you deaf, girl?

Show the doctor out.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Door closes ]

Has it not formed part of your duties

to tidy up in here every once in a while?

I simply do not know how Meg can abide these piles everywhere.

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-What have they done to you?

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-Please leave us.

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You're not needed here.

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Go, Frances.

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-[ Groans ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

-There you are.

You managed a little rest.

[ Birds chirping ]

Are you looking for Frances?

The two of you are always searching each other out,

aren't you?

She'll be sleeping in the attic again from now on.

You don't need two nurses.

-Mr. Benham agreed to that?

-Well, I think he would, wouldn't he?

If he were in possession of all the facts.

It's just that you've become so...

agitated, ever since she joined your staff.

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I think you need to be careful with this, too.

You know what they say.

"The dose is the poison."

I'll, erm, keep hold of it.

I'll measure it out for you from now on.

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[ Birds chirping ]

-They do this sometimes.

You mustn't worry.

It's just until she's right,

and then it's all back to normal again.

-It's not right.

They've locked her in.

She hasn't been out in days.

-She'll be alright, Fran.

But you need to worry about yourself.

-It had been days, but then she managed to steal away.

[ Knock on door ]

She said she had no choice...

-Frances.

-...but to do as she was told.

Are you alright?

-Don't.

-But what she meant was...

-Someone might come.

...she wasn't brave enough to choose.

And then she asked me to deliver

another message to Laddie.

-Please.

-A small act of resistance against her husband, she said.

And so...

I did as I was told.

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[ Knock on door ]

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-[ Sighs ] Miss Langton.

[ Indistinct conversations, horse whinnies ]

I'm bone-tired, Miss Langton.

I'll be asleep in 15 minutes,

so you have five to do whatever you came here to do.

-Mr. African Genius.

What would they say if they could see this?

-Whatever they would have to say is of their concern, not mine.

Another one?

She's got you well-trained.

And on the laudanum, by the looks of things.

"Since we met at Long Reach, I've been thinking about

what you said about your childhood.

My husband will not allow himself to see the truth.

But I can.

I think you should write to the newspapers

before his proposals go to parliament."

Someone should tell the truth about him."

Has she gone mad?

"I offer you my assistance, though it is imperative

that I am not discovered.

My involvement must never be known."

What is she playing at?

She cannot help.

And yet, apparently, she offers to do so freely.

While you, who actually could help, stay silent.

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-Is there a reply?

-No.

-I beg your pardon?

-Tell your mistress, no.

Some of us may be happy to make sport of themselves

for her entertainment.

But not me.

[ Door slams ]

[ Dog barking, footsteps departing ]

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-[ Giggles ]

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-What did he say?

-He said to the Devil with you.

-He did? Well, that is to his credit, I suppose.

I'll have to write again. You'll take it, won't you?

Frances?

-I'm tired of being your errand girl.

And I am tired of being your secret.

-But, Frances...

...it cannot be another way.

What do you want from me?

-I don't want to be in the dark any more.

I want you to be proud to be with me.

I want to be proud with you.

I want to touch you...

...when you want me to.

I want all of those impossible things.

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Don't you?

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-What are you doing here?

Someone might come.

-Then I will hide under the bed.

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[ Both moaning ]

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-[ Breathing heavily ]

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[ Keys jingling ]

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[ Coughs ]

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[ Door closes ]

-Playing the man of the house?

Do you want something?

-Meg has been carrying on with the girl right under your nose.

-[ Sighs ]

-I've seen them.

-How long?

-I've suspected since Long Reach.

-Since...

Since Long Reach?

You -- you kept it to yourself all this time?

You, who have never kept a secret

in your entire miserable life.

-You would have seen it for yourself

if you paid her attention.

But instead, you're too busy yourself

sneaking around doing God knows what.

-Don't you dare.

-Society may forgive the man who is debauched.

It may even forgive the man whose housemaid is debauched,

but it will destroy the man who allows his wife to be.

-You are a vile hypocrite, Hephzibah.

Talking to me about morality.

-Are you threatening me?

[ Gasps ]

I have done nothing.

We should be allies in this.

There are books hidden under the girl's bed.

Hoarded.

Taken from your library.

We can put it about that she was stealing.

So no one will blame you.

-Not a word leaves this house.

-If it does, not only will you be deprived

of every single penny of your allowance,

but the world will learn something of your own.

What was the word that you used?

Debauchery.

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Rouse the servants.

Fetch Frances.

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[ Banging on door ] -Mrs. Linux!

Mrs. Linux, I need your assistance at once!

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[ Footsteps approaching ]

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-Frances.

-Sir?

-You're dismissed.

-What?

Why?

-You're to leave this household immediately.

-I don't understand. Where will I go?

-That is entirely up to you.

You're free.

This is a free country.

But we are not in the habit of giving characters for thieves,

and so you will get none from me.

-What are you talking about? I didn't steal anything.

-You stole these.

Valuable rare editions that belong to your master.

-This is ridiculous.

Madame lent me those books.

-You think I care about the books?

You've stolen my trust.

I took you in.

I gave you sanctuary, and you seek to repay me

by taking what is mine.

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-You can't do this.

-And there'll be no tender goodbyes

with your mistress.

-Please don't do this.

Madame!

Madame!

Get your hands off of me!

-Get her out of here, for God's sake.

-Madame! -Miss Langton,

must I call the watchman?

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[ Door slams ]

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-Madame!

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-Get away from here, or I will call the watchman!

You'll soon learn that thieves are transported.

[ Door slams ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

-[ Groans ] It's late, Hep.

-I need to warn you.

George knows.

About you and the girl.

-I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

-The one good purpose served by the truth

is that you no longer have to waste your energy

on this facade, Meg.

It's making you ill.

-How would he know?

-She told him.

-[ Scoffs ]

I don't believe that.

Not for a minute. I have to speak to her.

-She's been turned out already, she'll be long gone.

-It was you.

You told him!

Oh, Hep, what have you done?!

-I did what needed to be done.

She has brought you nothing but trouble.

Why can't you see that?!

-You scheming bitch.

-Meg, please. Just forget about her.

I'm trying to help you.

Why are you always doing this?!

-[ Sobs ]

[ Door closes ]

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-Going somewhere, Meg?

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-You turned Frances out?

Hep told me.

-Apparently, several months too late.

Were you going somewhere?

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No.

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[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Sobbing ]

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-Madame.

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Please.

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-That woman did nothing to stop them

from turnin' you out empty-handed.

What kinda love is that?

How you can't see that she was just like the rest of them?

If you find your hand stuck in the Devil mouth,

you have to yank it out!

-I saw it all, but she was --

-You saw not'ing!

You can't see not'ing!

You always have your nose turned up so damn high,

you're tripping over your own damn feet.

But the trouble wit you,

you couldn't leave the people dem alone.

Them now have nuttin' for you.

Hello?

Thank you.

Well, not every ting from on high is a blessing.

Gwaan, stay there.

You stay there.

Tan deh fretting about love, about her,

when I'm standing right here trying to help you.

[ Keys jingle, cell door opens ]

Why you can't see that?

-Sal...

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[ Door locks ]

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-After they threw me out,

I didn't know what to do.

I had never been outside before without a destination

of someone else's choosing.

I was on the street for days.

Sick.

Starving.

Desperate for that damn drug.

And then I met Sal.

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-Ladies.

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-You can dry out in here.

-Where am I?

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[ Groans ]

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-Come now.

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-[ Breathing heavily ]

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[ Birds chirping, indistinct conversations ]

[ Horse whinnies, dog barking ]

[ Whip cracking ]

-[ Grunting ]

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-Louder!

Shut it!

Come on! -Again.

-Oh.

[ Whip cracks ] -Come on.

[ Groans ]

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-Oh, you're up and about at last.

Gyal, you were in a bad, bad way.

You feeling any better now?

-Thank you.

I might have died.

[ Whip cracking, man groaning ]

-Stand up now!

-Is this place what I think it is?

-Depends what you tink it is.

-You ever whip anybody?

-What?

-Two tings white coves can't get enough of.

Mulattas and flogging.

Them get a taste for that in school, and forever afterwards

them either got to be giving a whipping or getting one.

Ladies.

[ Horse hooves clacking ]

-They used my time at the School House

against me at my trial.

Said that what happened there just went to show

that I was a savage character...

-The whip.

-...and an unrepentant whore.

Did I give you permission to speak?

But it was just work.

The first work I ever got paid for.

-[ Moans ]

-I stayed for five months.

It came to feel like home.

Small threads of happiness.

I even started writing this manuscript, my own confessions.

Almack's.

-Almack's.

Wh'appen?

-This is who I used to work for.

George Benham.

-That son of a bitch?

-You know him?

-Of him.

Word gets around.

Any sensible house knows not to let them in.

Benham or him no-good brother.

-Benham and Lord Percy?

They come round here

-Not all money is good money.

Some of the punters make a name for them self.

Benham is one.

The kind of man that don't take no for an answer.

Him crippled a girl once.

Went too far.

Wouldn't stop.

One of her friends called the Watch,

but the constable wouldn't pay them no mind.

Benham or him brother, one of them,

had bought him off already.

Everybody knows the two of them

just pay whoever them need to pay,

and then nobody can say a word against them.

Or listen to a word the likes of us have to say.

You're better off out of there.

[ Knock on door ]

-Gent downstairs for you, Fran.

Urgent, he says.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-How did you find me?

-You're developing quite the reputation.

Who's in charge of you?

-I am.

-Well, that makes things simple.

I came thinking I was going to have to argue

to take back what's mine.

-What's yours? -In any event,

I can't find any decent help.

-Can't afford any, you mean.

-Pack your things.

-[ Laughs ]

-Did you hear me? I said pack your things.

Come back here!

-Martha?

-Yes, Fran?

-See this person out.

-I left you with Benham, not to whore yourself out for guineas!

-I'm not whoring myself out.

-Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.

-Well, thank God I didn't take after my father.

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Seeing him again brought it all back.

All the things I couldn't bear to think about.

-You can tell me any ting, Frannie.

Any ting.

You know that.

Remember, you and me comin' from the same place.

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-The boy...

Phibbah.

What happened that night.

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-Whatever it is...

-[ Sniffles ]

-....maybe you're going to have to forgive your own self.

-But that was easier said than done.

I had found a measure of happiness with Madame.

But when I lost it, I kept thinking that it was

because happiness was much more than I deserved.

-You still have fret bout your White woman, Fran?

You need to stop moping and live your life.

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-But all that time I stayed at the School House,

some part of me always strayed backwards anyway, towards her.

[ Knock on door ]

Thank you, Martha.

And then one day, my wish came true.

[ Door closes ]

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-I am unwell.

And I fear only you can make me better.

I miss you.

Please come back to me, Frances.

Come back.

-I hope you know you're a damn fool.

-I'll come back after she's well.

-The type of ill she is doesn't get better, Frannie.

But ya goin' anyway.

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[ Sniffles ]

When you do come back, we goin' be right here.

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-Thank you, Sal.

For everything.

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[ Door knocker knocks ]

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-You.

-Madame sent for me.

-I am well aware of that.

The master says we're to tolerate your return.

For reasons known only to himself.

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Madame?

-Frances.

[ Gasps ]

Is it truly you?

-Are you ill?

-I dreamt you would come.

I dreamt it so often, I can't even tell if you are real.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Retches ]

-You need to stop taking that poison.

-This is not the drug.

Frances...

Frances, I don't know how to tell you.

-What's wrong?

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-I'm sorry, I...

You were gone...

-You are not ill.

-...and so I was taking so much, too much,

and it sent me quite mad and I needed...

Oh, I don't know what I needed, I needed something.

So -- so I went to see him one night.

One night and -- -See who?

-I knew it was wrong, but I had no one.

-Who?

-Olaudah was a friend to me once.

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-Why?

-Please, can you not forgive me?

-Why am I here?

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