All language subtitles for Hunderby s01e08.eg

(MOANS)

(SIGHS)

Oh, Geoff.

(CHANTING)

Here we are.

Ooh!

EDMUND: What a pleasant little chamber!

I confess,
I've never in my life been up here.

Oh, I should much prefer
to stay in my own room.

Your labour agonies
would disturb Master Edmund.

Mmm.

But I'm not due for some 12 weeks.

(LOUD MOANING)

What is that?

Most likely moths, ma'am,
preparing their supper. (CHUCKLES)

Do hope you will not take offence
at every little sound, ma'am. (CHUCKLES)

Or perhaps you would have me personally
silence every insect in the land?

Could perhaps do with a clean.
Shall we throw out these rags?

Tis a bonnet I knitted
for the newborn, sir.

A bonnet? But it would cover the face!

No one wants to look at a newborn, sir,
except perhaps the mother and...

Often she would rather eat it.

My old rompy
for bab to do his stretches.

And I have knitted baby a...
a riding suit.

Will it be riding straight away?

All being well, sir.

Oh!

(CRUMHORN PLAYING)

(DOROTHY SIGHS)

Tis just like old times, sir.

just yourself and myself.

And should, God forbid, Mistress Helene
pass away during childbirth,

I would be willing
to bring baby up as my own.

Is she likely to perish?

(INHALES) Sometimes when a woman tears,

it does not stop at the belly and
splits right up to the face until she...

breaks in two like a ladybird.

Oh, goodness!

-Bubbly milk top-up, sir?
-Yes, please.

You may recall, sir,
your mother's will stated that, um,

Mistress Helene birth a child
within the year.

(SLURPS)

And that date is nigh,
she's but six months gone.

What of it?

Well, it would seem Mistress Helene
might be best off birthing early, sir.

Well, let us pray
for such a timely deliverance.

-Or...encourage it. (CHUCKLES)
-Hmm.

There are ways of
persuading the womb to splay, sir.

Please.

Spare me the details
of my wife's glossy prolapses.

Hmm.

Good God. God!

Geoff?

Oh.

''Dear Brother Edmund,
holy greetings from the tropics.

''Please accept my gift,
a small token of Fijian friendship.

''He answers to Ned.'' Ned?

''Perhaps he will fill the void
left by Geoff's...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

''...sudden execution.
Warmest regards, Brother joseph.''

Oh.

(EDMUND GASPS)

(SOBS)

(INHALING DEEPLY)

-Graham, I...
-Ah! Yes, I... I was just mopping...

the bureau. I... I spilled some juice.

Are you mopping with my bockers
or sniffing them?

Yes, sorry, I wondered whether they

needed a wash. (INHALES)

(SOFTLY) Oh, God.

These are Mistress Helene's!

Are they? Really?

Goodness! Well, they must have
fallen into my case when last I...

examined her. How careless,
I shall return them at once.

That will not be possible.

No. Of course. For she has gone to Fiji.

No. No.

By all accounts Mistress Helene
has let herself go of late

and she is now too fat to travel.

-Too fat to travel?
-Or receive visitors.

Too fat to receive visitors?

Graham, please.

Throw them on the fire.

You want me to...

toss the bockers?

Yes.

Fennel, there we are.

-Have you the anus funnel?
-Oh, yes.

-Lovely.
-I brought my own big one.

Oh! Oh, that needs a wipe.

And thread and needle for sewing up
her torn nethers.

Hmm.

BIDDY: My girls always seem to split
from belly to back

-when I force them out early.
-Hmm.

-Probably best off cutting her first.
-Oh, yes, yes.

Now,

this binding will prevent you from

punching baby in the face
when he first appears.

(GROANS) But I would not...

Once taken, this draught will
push babby out in a day or so.

No, please, I beg you. Tis not time.

Sometimes nature needs
a helping hand, mistress.

-No, please.
-Yes. Drink up, mistress.

-No. Please. No. (SCREAMS)
-Drink up now. Drink up.

-(SCREAMING)
-Good girl. That's it.

(CHOKES, SPUTTERS)

(COUGHS)

(TAMBOURINE jINGLES)

(GASPS)

Very good. Very good.

-(jINGLES TAMBOURINE)
-Ooh!

Excuse me.

Dinner is most tardy tonight.

Thursday's partridge. Crispy potties.

You like that...sort of thing?

Crispy?

They won't burn, Graham!

-Why won't they burn?
-Hush-ho, wife.

Hush-a-hey-ho.

Oh, Hesther.

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

I make unto you a new and heartfelt vow
to be a most pure and devoted husband.

-Oh, Graham.
-I was a blind fool! (CRYING)

Stumbling through the darkness.

But like a finger of sun
doth your love poke my fog.

(SIGHS)

And now I do see anew.

Oh, Hesther.

(GASPS)

Let us begin again.

Oh, Graham.

-I love thee.
-And I...

Sorry, sir. But Mistress Helene...

She's having your baby, sir.

(THUDS)

BIDDY: Well, I've never seen
that happen before.

Oh, she's foaming, Biddy.

I can only think
I overdone the wormwood.

-Well, can it be undone?
-Uh, not really, no.

(KNOCKS)

-EDMUND: Dorothy?
-(DOOR OPENS)

-Ah, you are here!
-Yes, sir.

-Is there something you required, sir?
-Well, yes, my dinner.

-At what time exactly will it be served?
-Um, 8:00, sir.

It's a quarter after. My stomach is
growling like a bassoon.

-Is it partridge and potties?
-Yes, sir.

It is partridge...
Do we have any coconuts, please?

-I think not, sir.
-(HELENE GROANS)

Is that my wife, Dorothy?

Uh, yes, we are just now engaged
in delivering the child, sir.

Indeed.

Should the mother not be
rather more awake?

She preferred to sleep through it, sir.

She appears to be bubbling.

Tis just the birthing foam.

As the womb explodes,
it sends forth a juice that, um,

washes the entire length
of a woman's insides and then, um,

-cleans her teeth.
-(MOANING)

What's that?

just foxes, sir.
They do dance when they're angry.

(CHOKING)

I think you might want
to fetch the doctor.

There's no need.
But we had best attend the birth, sir.

I would urge you please to leave.

-Supper will be straight after.
-It is partridge and potties?

It's partridge and potties
and a big, boozy trifle.

-It is partridge and potties?
-It's partridge and potties, sir.

Very well, if I'm not dead of famine,
please give word when the child is out

-and, um, decent.
-Yes, I will.

(CHOKING AND GASPING)

Here, try a parsley poultice.

Oh.

Would you like some cheese
to tide you over?

Hmm?

Do you like that sort of thing?

Cheesy?

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

I would ask that you hand me that key.

You'll have to come
and get it first, sir.

Oh, dear God.

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(RIPS)

(GASPS)

How came you by this mark?

I have it from birth but...

Dear God, what have you done to her?

Oh, Graham, you came for me?

Hush-ho, my love.

I love thee.

Dirty birds.

I have seen this mark on another

only once before.

On a baby boy I birthed
some 30 year ago.

You? A mother?

-You were raped?
-Yes.

-How did you know?
-Well...

The assault left me with child.
Twin childs.

A boy and a girl.

The boy was settled
with a well-to-do couple and the girl

abandoned to an orphanage.

And the blackguard who assaulted you.
Did he hang?

-(INHALES) He did not.
-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

DOROTHY: This is the blackguard.

His mother brought me to him
as a plaything

to stoke his desires,
for she feared his proclivities.

MATHILDE:
This is Dorothy Mellis.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir.

DOROTHY: Your dear dead mother

introduced some form of aphrodisiac
to your drink.

-Perhaps the dose was wrong...
-(EDMUND GROANING)

...but you ravished me piteously.

(EDMUND GROANING)

Too low-born to carry
the Suffolk-Ffinch name,

a sum was paid to my family
to placate them.

I entered Mistress Mathilde's employ
as housekeeper

and my children were given away.

Mother gave them a chance at happiness.

The Digby-Chases were a fine family.

Did you just say Digby-Chase?

Most respectable professionals.
All doctors!

But that was my...

My mother was widowed

and remarried a Foggerty.

But before that, her name was...

-Father?
-Son?

-Mother.
-(GASPS)

Wait. Wait.

You said the girl child,
she went to an orphanage?

Yes.

Tell me it was not Priory Manor?

It was!

-Brother!
-Sister?

EDMUND: Daughter?

-And wife?
-(MOANS LOUDLY)

Oh, nay, nay,
it cannot be, for the girl child

had the vestige of a tail.

A tail, you say?

Did it...poke from her spine?

About yea long? And waggle

as would an angry finger?

Hesther...

Show them your tail.

(SCREAMING)

(HELENE SCREAMING)

EDMUND: Hmm.

But he's the very image of...

We must send word
to the notary immediately

that a child has been born
and in the allotted time.

Something is not right here.

Is this my son or no? Or is this my son?

Or is this my son's son
and thus my grandson.

Confound this mess!

I do wonder, Dorothy, that you've chosen
this moment to let discretion slip.

-(BABY CRYING)
-Oh, he's hungry, poor little mite.

Come here, come here.
Let Dorry feed him.

That's it. I shall feed him.

-No, no, please.
-DOROTHY: There we are.

(BABY SUCKLING)

That's it.
I've always oozed a snowy broth.

Happy to let the little fellow sup.

Surely that is a condition.

Since birthing my twins, my breasts have
never ceased pumping their creamy brew.

You know how you've always enjoyed
your bubbly milk.

Ye gads!

(CREAKING ABOVE)

What is that noise?

Most likely baboons
caught in the chimney.

I think it not baboo...

(ALL GASPING)

(MOANING)

(GASPS) Oh, my Lord!

Tis Mistress Arabelle.

Why?

She was barren.

Unable to provide an heir,

Mother Mathilde had me say
she had passed

and lock her away.

I have tended to her
these past three years.

She's eaten nothing but eggs.

She's not quite as I imagined.

Graham!

His condition is grave.

(CRYING)

Graham! Helene!

I thought Father and I might join you.

If we may?

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