All language subtitles for 06-Jonathan.Strange.And.Mr.Norrell.S01E06

Where on earth have you been?!

Am I your wife?

~ Of course you're my wife.
~ 'Your husband,'

he has sold you to me in exchange
for a piece of wood.

She's dead.

The corpse lying upstairs
is no longer your wife.

The bargain... is done.

They are very beautiful.

I aim for the whole book
to be a work of beauty.

What do you consider so dangerous
about this book, sir?

Everything.

Mr Strange's book is the
most dangerous of all.

Goddamn him!

No! Mr Norrell!

I pleaded, sir, on any condition,

that he help me bring my wife back.

What was the magic?.. not tell me.

Why will you not tell me?!

I know!

What is the matter?

I have a message for you...

nameless slave.

I should take something of the
lady's to signify my claim.

Will you pass me my little box?

Excellent.

I shall summon a fairy.

I've tried every spell I know.

That is the difficulty
- to see and hear them.

Yet there was one present who
perceived him very clearly.

Why could he, when I could not?

~ Was this fellow a magician?
~ No, no. This man was just... mad.

You cannot propose that you
purposely become a... a lunatic.

Sir, open this door.

'But how does one work up a
little madness in oneself?'

Sir?

Ah, good morning, good morning.
How many have we sold today?

~ Ah, 60 or 70.
~ Very good.

The only problem with
having a fugitive author

is knowing where to send the money.

A great many people have come twice
and bought a copy both times.

Excellent.

Some of them were not happy.

Be advised by me, sirs! Do
not buy your books from here.

~ They are liars and thieves.
~ I am John Murray, sir.

We rob no people here.

Mr Tantony and I have come all
the way from Nottinghamshire

especially to buy Mr Strange's book!

Then be my guest and buy one.

We bought one not ten minutes ago.

To replace the one we bought
not ten minutes before that!

Mr Tantony put the first
one in his pocket,

and before we had reached Great
Pulteney Street, it had gone!

This is what I mean! Did
you see it just go pop?

Oh!

Ah!

~ What on earth is this, sir?
~ Theft.

Norrell. Norrell!

He will pay for this act.

He shall pay for the new edition.

He shall pay for the advertisements.

And that will give him greater
pain than anything else!

Wait til Strange hears about this!

Agh!

La prego, non la disturbi.
Ella e pazza.

No, signor... Signor, I must insist.

We've come a long way to visit...

Ah.

What an airy situation
you have here, ma'am.

You must be able to
see all of Venice.

I am Dr Greysteel.

Ooh.

This is my, er, daughter, Flora.

Perhaps, ma'am, you remember
Mr John McKean of Aberdeenshire?

He sends us to say
he hopes you are well

and to pass on every good
wish for your future health.

May we take back some report
to Mr McKean, ma'am?

We have disturbed her.

Beg your pardon, madam, for
having come unannounced.

My daughter and I will
return at a later...

.. at a later...

.. date.

Prego, signore.

~ No! Impossibile, signore.
~ Mandragora. Henbane.

No, no, I need more.

What you gave me before was not
strong enough. Not strong...

.. pazzo inglese.

I am a Magician-In-Ordinary
to the British Army, sir.

I'm engaged upon important research!

~ Might I help?
~ I, I need...
~ No!

Tell him I have money.

He says these things
bring death, madness.

Yes, madness is what I want.
Madness is what I want!

I do not think he
wishes to serve you.

My name is Flora Greysteel. This
is my father, Dr James Greysteel.

Er... my name is Jonathan Strange.

What is it that brings you to Venice,
Mr Strange? Army business?

My wife died.

Venice was always a city she
particularly longed to visit.

~ Oh, Mr Strange.
~ And I am studying. Experimenting. New magic.

With what object?

I wish to secure myself
a fairy servant.

We should be going.

Conto, per favore.

And working to uncover
the magic which might

bring such a spirit forth.

I have tried everything. None of
it with the slightest success.

But are they not wicked creatures?

Is it not very dangerous
to entrust yourself

~ with such a disreputable companion?
~ Oh, to be sure.

Fairies are naturally
full of mischief

and exceedingly difficult to control.

Were I to succeed, I should have to
proceed with the greatest caution.

Besides, their knowledge and
power are such that a magician

cannot lightly dispense
with their help.

Not unless that magician
is Gilbert Norrell.

What a very interesting topic.

What brings you to Venice?

We came to pass on greetings
to an old lady related

to one of my colleagues, but sadly
we have found her indisposed.

~ She is mad, poor woman.
~ Flora!

~ Cats. I am sure, Mr Strange,
I saw her eat a bird.
~ Please!

Perhaps you could use
your magic upon her?

I do not think so.

My tutor says that magic
cannot cure madness.

Apparently, the Aureates found
it a magically useful condition.

Well, who are we to say
that madness is a curse?

For many people - poets,
for instance - it's a gift.

Perhaps that's how those wild
magicians thought of it.

Yes.

A gift.

Yes, perhaps that is
the way to think of it.

Well, this has been most pleasant.

Flora?

♪ Nameless slave, you shall
be a king in a strange land

♪ The rain shall make a door for me

♪ Then I shall go through
it balanced on my hand

♪ Nameless slave... ♪

(Come here.)

"The nameless slave shall
wear a silver crown."

Huh? What about that?

Does that make any sense to you?

No man in England could be a slave.

You keep telling yourself
that... Your Majesty.

Where did you come by this talk?

Open this door and I'll tell you.

I have an important
assignation with a tree.

(I am to meet someone there.)

I cannot set you free. You're
imprisoned here with good reason.

I have the keys to your
freedom, nameless slave.

If you have the keys to mine.

Come on.

And what freedom can
you grant me, sir?

Freedom from the fairy!

He is coming! He is coming for you!

Free me and I will free you.

Have you heard nothing of Mr Strange?

~ Nameless slave!
~ My lady...

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Mr Strange has disappeared.
He's escaped from gaol.

No-one has any clue
where he may be found.

Perhaps we should
write to Mr Norrell.

Perhaps you might cut my throat.

~ My lady...
~ I wish to go to sleep.

And all you men leave me in peace.

Leave!

Now we hear the Johannites
have seized yet another mill

in the name of their ancient king!

The Raven will return, they say.

No!

The north will rise against us -

what does the honourable member
have to say about this?

After all, it was HE who ushered
magic back into our country!

And he who planted these seeds
in the minds of common men!

He who unleashed these...

these magicians upon us.

Order!

One a seditionist who incites riots,

implicated in the mysterious
death of his wife...

No, sir!

Order!

And, the... And the other a thief.

Order!

Mr Norrell, it is beyond
the pale, sir.

You have used your magic to
gain access to people's homes,

to rifle through their property

and to destroy every copy
of Mr Strange's book!

What on earth possessed
you to do it, sir?

~ Do you think I had any choice?
~ I do not know.

The general opinion
is that it was done

because of the squabble
with your former pupil.

It was done for the country's good.

Well, it has done you
very little good.

And it has done me no good at all.

Good morning.

Where is Strange?

I cannot discover it. He's not here.

You are the only magician
in England now.

Do you think Mr Strange would
let such an act go unanswered?

~ I need to know where he is.
~ Can you not find him by magic?

He does not wish to be found.

Is there no gossip on the streets?

Where... is Christopher Drawlight?

Oh, how pleasant it is to
be here amongst old friends.

And to be chatting in this way as
if no time had passed at all, and...

nothing whatever had happened!

We would like to know
where Strange is.

If you've heard summat - spit it out.

Oh, well... somebody said
he had been in Geneva.

Or Italy, I do not recall exactly.

Erm, the...

The brother of the hat
maker in the next...

.. cell...

heard that Mr Strange
is acting very oddly.

He takes certain powders
and preparations.

Of what kind?

Oh, they are all the fashion, sir,
you know, amongst the poets.

The kind of thing to provoke
visions of palaces in Xanadu,

or Christ stuck up
a tree, and suchlike.

We want you to go after him.
Your debts will be paid.

~ Find him.
~ I wish to know to whom he
speaks and of what he speaks.

I wish to know what his plans are.

I wish to know what magic he does.

There is talk that he is
attempting to make himself mad.

I do not wish to be in the
company of such a person.

Mr Drawlight... I can
conjure terrors, sir,

of which your mind cannot conceive.

Find Mr Strange, and
stay with Mr Strange,

or you will live a
very long time, sir,

and every moment of your life,

you will regret that you
did not do as I asked.

Find him and discover
what he is doing.

She seemed brighter this evening,
father. Do you not agree?

I think our visits are
helping her very much.

Can we not move on to Genoa?

At least it will be drier and there
won't be so many art galleries.

Oh...

I would quite like to stay in
Venice a little longer, Papa.

If I may?

I see Mr Strange is a widower.

~ I do not want a repeat of...
~ No, Papa.

I have certainly learnt my lesson
about running off with poets.

Unfortunately, my friends did not
stay to perform introductions.

My name is Strange.

Yours, madam, though you
do not know it, is Delgado.

And I am delighted to meet you.

I have a proposal for you, madam.

I am able to give you
your heart's desire,

and in return you shall give me mine.

I must insist that you put
off your dinner for a moment

and attend to what I am saying.

I want you to teach me how to be mad.

You question my wisdom?

Now, madam, I will give
you what you wish.

But, in return, you must give me
something to serve as a symbol

and vessel of your
madness. Do you agree?

Capital. Are you ready?

(Thank you, madam. I hope
you will be very happy.)

And I hope I will be, too.

Well, that worked.

~ Any luck?
~ I cannot find him.

~ You taught him too well.
~ I did not.

I failed to teach him the
most important lesson.

I failed to make him see.

He is too much of a
magician to stop now.

~ And the magic he will do...
~ Do you recall, Mr Norrell...

when you first came to London,

a street magician accosted you?

Yes. With tales of a... book
belonging to the Raven King.

Mm-hm. And do you remember
what he said?

It was nonsense.

Some irrelevancies about
rain making a door,

and the nameless slave shall be king,

and other such Raven King gibberish.

When you sent me to
get rid of him, sir,

I saw the Raven's mark on my cards.

They were full of them.

I do wish you would throw
away those cards.

They are full of ravens again.

The Black Tower.

Well, one thing is certain, madam.

You were very mad indeed.

Just a drop or two, I think.

Agh!

I say, do you...?

You don't happen to have
a pinch of snuff on you?

I seem to have mislaid my snuff box.

Kendal Brown is what I generally
take, if you have it.

I...

Ow!

I beg your pardon.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I know this is a...

an odd question, but have I...
asked you for anything yet?

Snuff.

~ Snuff?
~ You asked me for a pinch... of snuff.

~ When?
~ What?

When did I ask you
for a pinch of snuff?

~ A moment ago.
~ Ah, good. Good.

Well, do not trouble yourself.

I do not need it now.

My name is Jonathan Strange.
Perhaps you have heard of me?

It was your - or one of your kind's -

attentions to the King of England

that first brought you to my notice.

Such power, sir.

English magic today lacks spirit.
It lacks fire and energy.

The glimpse I had of your
magic persuaded me that

it was something
altogether different.

I feel we could work together.

I am sure that can be arranged.

I... I dare say your magical
sensibilities are...

much finer than my own.

My magical sensibilities are, as
you suppose, quite tremendous.

And just now... they inform me

that you have acquired
an object of great power.

A ring of disenchantment?
An urn of visibility?

Show me the object.

I... I have nothing of that sort.

I bought that in Turin.

No, indeed.

And really there does not
seem to be anything here -

apart from the usual objects -

that I would expect
to find in the rooms

of a magician of your genius.

~ You make no reply to my suggestion.
~ Suggestion?

Of an alliance. You are undecided
until you know more about me.

That is as it should be.

In a day or two, I will do myself
the honour of soliciting

your company once again...

.. and discuss terms.

It has been a most
interesting conversation.

The first of many, I hope.

Yes!

Good morning!

Nameless slave?

♪ For always and forever,
I pray remember me

♪ Whatever troubles you might have,
it's me who can set you free. ♪

The magician has found some way
to perceive me. An alliance!

The arrogance of it! To summon
me back and discuss terms.

This stew is excellent.

These English magicians
are always very stupid.

The poor ones desire an unending
supply of turnips or porridge.

The rich ones want more riches,
or power over the world.

Have some bread.

When he asks for one of those
things, I will grant it.

It will bring a world
of trouble on his head.

It is sure to kill him.

Oh. Dropped your spoon.

I, er... I must return to London.

May I take a cart and...

.. and some food?

~ Of course.
~ Of course.

Thank you.

You may put your head
out. We are gone.

Here... did you bring
them pies, did ya?

"The nameless slave shall wear
a silver crown." His words, sir.

Not mine.

I do not understand how
you know such things.

~ My book.
~ What is this book?

The book of the Raven King,
sir. It tells me your destiny.

And the destiny of the two magicians.

I've told it to them, and
now I've told it to you.

My task is done - almost.

Now, I do hope you'll help me

keep my appointment with this tree.

The order of it all is about
to change, nameless slave.

Oh, yes.

Miss Greysteel. Sir.

Er, may I borrow your daughter
for a couple of hours?

Oh, well, er...

Forgive me, but she is... exactly
the right size and shape.

That one is very pretty.

It is too billowy.
It is not the fashion.

Italian fashion is
sleek and passionate.

I will be guided.

I'm going to see if I can
find any English newspapers.

You're so bright this
morning, Mr Strange.

~ I cannot but think that you have succeeded.
~ Yes.

~ You have summoned a fairy?
~ I have.

What was the creature like?

A very odd fellow, with silvery hair.

Much like ourselves, but, yes,
a very odd fellow indeed.

Imagine what can be done!
You will transform England.

Well, I suppose so. I had
not thought much beyond...

I have not yet made the bargain.

Ah - that one. That one.

Will you teach me to
do magic, Mr Strange?

Once it is restored?

Gladly.

I shall teach all the women
and all the poor men magic!

I will give England
back its heritage.

I shall be quite in
the mood to do it.

Will you put the Raven
King back on his throne?

There are some who say that the Raven
King is not a man, but an idea.

That he is not one
magician, but several.

You must take me dancing.

I'll take this one.

This concerns you, Mr Strange.

He has destroyed my book.

A fugitive, sir? From what?

A misunderstanding. It is nothing.

I shall settle it.

~ Grazie. Arrivederci.
~ Arrivederci.

(I hope you will like
this, Arabella.)

I have been thinking
about your proposal.

and I perceive it to
be an excellent plan.

And to show you how sensible
I am of the honour,

I will bring you anything you desire.

Anything?

Anything.

And this would be in the manner
of a binding agreement?

As I understand, you could not deny
me something once I had named it?

Nor would I wish to.

~ Riches, dominion over all
the world? That sort of thing?
~ Exactly.

And you would only have to give
me a little token in return.

Well, I do not want
any of those things.

I want you to bring my
wife back from the dead.

Please.

That cannot be done.

Yes, it can. I know that it can.

There is magic in Faerie that
can bring humans back to life.

~ Indeed.
~ So?

But it requires...
certain circumstances.

Then let us fulfil them.

You do not have her corpse to hand?

It is in England, but...

And the lady has been dead some time?

Two-and-a-half months.

~ Sir...
~ I regret to tell you

that it would be quite,
quite impossible for me

to bring your wife
back from the dead.

I am sorry.

But I have... I've been working
for it all this time.

I have sacrificed
a great many things.

I had done it all in the
fervent hope that you...

would bring my wife back to me.

Oh. Well... that is a shame.

I've pictured it.

What it would be like
to see her again, sir.

The smell of her.

The image of her face in my mind -

all these things that I'm beginning
to not quite remember.

And every day that she
went further from me,

I consoled myself with the thought

that she will be close to me again.

(Please...)

Come. There must be something
else you desire.

A kingdom of your own?
A beautiful new companion?

I do not understand.

There was a woman in
England - Lady Pole.

Lady Pole was a different
matter entirely.

Princess Pauline Borghese
is a most delightful woman.

I can have her here in
the twinkling of an eye.

~ Who was the last English
magician you dealt with?
~ Mmm?

What did you do for him?

You do not wish to know.

Norrell.

These matters are not important.

Who was the last English
magician you dealt with?

~ I do not have to tell you that.
~ What token did he give you?

~ I do not...
~ Bring it to me!

Bring me what you gained
from your last dealings

with an English magician.

No. It is worthless, utterly.

A binding agreement,
I think you said?

Bring it to me.

Where did you come from? Show me.

Good God, sir. What
are you doing here?

Do you not know he hates you?

Stephen?

Excuse me.

Beg your pardon.

~ Mr Strange? You have come here to help us.
~ What?

~ I am Lady Pole. You have
come here to save us.
~ Us?

'Bell?

This cannot be.

You did not know?

Am I dreaming?

'Bell!

'Bell, are you alive?

My love.

Do you wish to dance with me, sir?

That would be my pleasure.

~ 'Bell!
~ Hm?

STOP!

Leave us.

Arabella!

Give me back my wife.

She is gone.

Disenchant her! I demand that
you give me back my wife!

I have already given
you what you asked for.

Now I will claim what is mine.

Stop!

~ Yargh!
~ No! Stop!

It has taken... all my strength.

I have dealt him such a blow!

Thank you, Stephen.

What have you done?!

Have you been to other lands?

~ Have fun, did you?
~ Everything is lost.

~ You must tell me what I should do.
~ Just accept your destiny.

That is what I have been
doing. You are mad.

You tricked me into giving
you your freedom

by telling me you offer me
mine. You offer me nothing!

Show me this book.

Show me this book if there is one!

My rotten, no good, bastard father...

.. was stupidly entrusted to deliver
the Book of the Raven King

to a man in the Derbyshire Hills,

the last man in England who
could read the King's letters.

Unfortunately, en-route...
he got himself embroiled

in a drinking competition with
a blacksmith in Sheffield,

and when challenged proceeded
to eat the book.

Four years later, I was born...

.. with it written all
over my infant body.

You... are the Book
of the Raven King!

I was born with this, just
like you was born with that.

Now, meaning is written on
our skin, nameless slave.

Indeed.

My skin means that any man may
strike me in a public place

and never fear the consequence.

It means no matter
how many books I read,

how many languages I master,

no matter how diligently I work,

I will never be anything
but a curiosity.

It means... that I am nothing.

Nothing.

And my skin means the
opposite of yours.

My skin means that you shall be
raised up on high, nameless slave.

It means that your kingdom
is waiting for you

and that your enemy
shall be destroyed.

It means...

.. that the time has almost come.

Let's go for a stroll...

and find my tree.

'Mr Strange is in Venice.'

Drawlight met a party on
their way back to England

who said they'd seen him there.

Well, do we know what
he's doing there?

Er... he's spending a great deal
of time in the company of a family

by the name of
Greyfield... Greystone.

He's fallen in love
with the daughter.

She is a disgraced young person
who followed Lord Byron to Italy

~ and had to be rescued by her father.
~ What does it say of his magic?

He's been heard saying he plans
to trap himself a fairy,

and to return to England with
it to confound Mr Norrell

and restore magic to
its rightful place.

~ Well, can he do it? Can he do that magic?
~ I do not know.

I do not know what Mr
Strange is capable of.

I hope he's had the sense to
listen to what I told him.

We must... leave London.

It is necessary for
me to be at Hurtfew.

I need my books.

I need all my books.

Is that...? Is that Venice?

What does this mean?

This is all my doing.

It's all my doing.

We must pack our bags at once.
Mr Strange has gone mad.

They say... he's cursed the city.

Flora!

Mr Strange?

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

My wife is alive...

.. yet not alive.

Not dead... enchanted.

This is what they do.

They steal those we love
and trap them away forever.

I've betrayed her.

I should have seen it. I should
have known what Norrell had done.

What are you doing here?
Get away from here.

You are in danger!

~ From whom? You?
~ Norrell was right.

He lied and yet he told the truth.

These things are dangerous
and beyond our control.

You understand? You must go.

They spy on me, the
fairy and the butler.

They will see you and take
you. You must go! Get out!

Get out of here! Get out!

I have work to do. I'm cursed!

What is this that surrounds you?

It is the fairy's curse.

He has imprisoned me in
a tower of Eternal Night.

Where I go, it goes. It is
drawing the life from me.

I cannot by any means escape.

Can I not help you?

Perhaps.

But not now.

When the time is right,
you will know.

Now you must leave.

Be safe.

Mr Strange, this is killing you!

Go. Get out of here! Go!

Flora. Stand back, sir.

We are leaving.

~ I must save my wife.
~ (Come, Flora.)

Why was I made a magician
if not for this?

Sir! Miss! What have you learnt?

Is it true that he has
turned people into glass

and thrown stones at them?

Young lady, you are
his... special friend.

~ What is he about in there?
~ Do you wish to be shot?

~ No.
~ Then behave differently.

This may be to our benefit.

If this creature has imprisoned him,

then he will be unable
to do his magic.

~ And our next concern is to get to Hurtfew...
~ Creature?

The fairy spirit.

~ You believe it?
~ Of course I believe it.

It is ridiculous.

Fairies?!

What are you doing
here, Mr Lascelles?

Have you listened to nothing
I've ever told you?

Sorry.

~ Have you heard it?
~ What?
~ The mirrors.

If one requires the presence
of a servant, sir, one rings!

There. Listen.

I know it is often thought sense to give the
servants a degree of latitude, sir, but...

All the mirrors in the
house are the same.

Then they must be smashed.

No, no, no, no! On no account
must you do that!

Forgive me, sir, Lord Liverpool
and Sir Walter Pole are here.

Are you leaving us, Mr Norrell?

Do not tell me you are
not leaving Venice, Flora.

You will tear my heart in pieces

going after these
dangerous... dangerous men!

You do not know what
they are capable of.

I beg you, pack your...

What is that?

It is from Mr Strange.

'Drawlight

'Drawlight.'

'I see you.'

'Come here.'

'Now!'

There it is, nameless slave.

There.

This is where we shall meet
our destinies, nameless slave.

It does not look a place
of pleasant destinies.

Nevertheless, I have
it on good authority

~ there shall be a meeting here.
~ Who are we to meet?

Is it he who intends I to be king?

We shall know soon enough.

(He's coming.)

He's coming!

'One thing is clear, Mr Norrell,'

Great Britain already has a mad king,

a mad magician is the
outside of enough.

You have repeatedly asked for
commissions, sir. Well, here is one.

Stop your pupil in any
way you find appropriate.

~ Do not you dictate terms to me.
~ I beg your pardon?

I've warned you of the dangers
disrespectable magic can pose.

I told you Strange should be tamed.

But you encouraged him
and you ignored me.

What is that sound?
What does it mean?

It means he has trafficked with creatures
that are the enemies of Great Britain,

of Christianity, of mankind itself.

It means wicked... mad magic.

It means...

catastrophe!

You are the only magician in
England. You are OUR magician.

We will not disregard
your advice again.

You must do something to stop him!

I'm not entirely sure I can.

Hello?

Excuse... me.

Perdone.

Abracadabra!

Why do you spy upon me?

What have I ever done that is secret?

Mr Strange...

Jonathan, I have always
been your friend.

They made me do it.

Lascelles and Norrell are...
are afraid of you, sir.

They would do well to be afraid.

I have been mad. Did they
tell you that? It is true.

But I have learnt many
things in the darkness,

and one of them is this
- I cannot do this alone.

I've brought you here to help me.

Oh, good.

♪ The Raven King knows all too well

♪ Which are the fairest flowers. ♪

~ Did you feel it?
~ Feel what, sir?

All the doors shook.

Someone is trying to open them.

~ Come, Stephen.
~ The magic of Englishmen, fairy.

The magic of Englishmen
is coming back.

~ Who is this?
~ What did I tell you, nameless slave?

Destiny. Didn't I tell you
the hour had almost come?

What in the world do you
think you are talking about,

you ridiculous creature?

~ What on earth do you do with him?
~ I tell him his fortune.

I tell him that he will be king.

That he will be free from you.

And how did you come by this
fortune, little pig-person?

My book!

Englishmen and their books.

Perhaps you had been better
advised to sell your book

and buy a nicer coat.

This is John Uskglass's book, fairy,

and it tells the fortunes of us all.

And what is your fortune?

I dunno, but it's better than yours.

I doubt the truth of that.

He has been most
impertinent, Stephen.

And he is very ugly indeed.

Let us kill him.

Oh, no! Sir, please!

No!

Try what you like, fairy.

You will discover I
am very hard to kill.

~ Are you indeed?
~ Hmm.

For I must confess
that it looks to me

as if nothing would be easier.

Do you dance, rogue?

Lady Pole is not mad.

She appears mad but that
is Norrell's fault.

He summoned a fairy spirit
to raise her from the dead

and in exchange he gave it
all sorts of rights over her.

This same creature has threatened
the liberty of the King of England

and has enchanted at least two
more of His Majesty's subjects,

one of them my wife.

Your first job is to tell John
Childermass what I have just
told you and to give him this.

It contains a gift for Lady
Pole and my instructions.

He must not give it to her
before I send the word.

~ Not before then, do you understand?
~ Perfectly.

I'm opening the doors.

I'm returning magic to England.

Your second task is to get this
letter directly to Lady Pole.

Of course.

~ When you say you are returning magic to...
~ It's easier than I thought.

All of the Raven King's old
alliances are still in place.

These birds are my messengers...

.. sent to remind the stones
and the sky and the rain

of their ancient promises.

I am flinging open the doors
and allowing magic back in.

The world will be changed,
Mr Drawlight.

And if you do not do as I say,

all the magicians in England
will rise up and destroy you.

Do you understand me?

I... I thought there was only one.

N-N-Now that you are here,

I thought there was only
one magician in England.

Perhaps I... I was mistaken.

All the men and women who ever wanted
to be Norrell's pupils are magicians.

John Childermass is another.
Segundus another.

Honeyfoot. The members
of the old societies.

England is full of magicians.

Norrell silenced them, but they
are magicians nonetheless.

Deliver these three messages and
I shall take no revenge upon you.

I shall not harm you.

Oh, thank you!

Thank you!

Er...

Three? Erm... Mr Strange, I...

You have only... only given me two.

Three messages. You must
deliver three messages.

Yes, but... but what
is the third? I...

Tell Norrell...

.. I am coming.

He told me I would be free.

~ He told me I would be king.
~ Of course you will, dear Stephen.

He has it written all over him.

What more does it say?

It says... the magicians will fail.

It's a very old prophecy.

Come, Stephen, it is no matter.

Let us return... to the dance.