All language subtitles for Belgravia.The.Next.Chapter.S01E08.Episode.Eight.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb[EZTVx.to]_Subtitles01.ENG

You weren't Father's.

You were someone else's.

An affair, and Father knew.

I think dear Lady Trenchard

has been spending
a little too much time

with a certain
group of gentlemen.

Frederick, I believe I know you
rather well,

and I think
you would wish to know

if things were being
said about Clara.

From now on, relations
between us are at an end.

I love you!
I would have loved you forever!

You've broken my heart.

Clara?

Clara!

Your Graces,
may I present Dr Kerry?

It is a great pleasure
to welcome you to Daraway Park.

Can you tell me
a little about your son?

I do not want
to have to look at him!

I will not have people witness
his imbecility! I want him gone!

What if I told you something?
Something about your husband

and what he gets up to
behind your back.

It's not what you think--

I want you gone within the hour.

Get off her!

Oh, come on!

...pas nous arrêter
maintenant.

Merci, monsieur.

Très généreux, monsieur.

Allez, allez.
Encore un jeu, s'il vous plaît.

Come on!

You can't quit now.
It's not fair!

Ce n'est pas juste!

A la prochaine fois...

Yes, yes.
Very funny. Tres marrant.

Bastards! Bloody cowards!

Bloody joke.

You English?

That's right.

Let me guess. Sailor.

Royal Navy. Purser.

Purser? Oh.

And yourself, sir? You live here
or you just passing through?

Well, that's a strangely
complicated question.

I think...
I shall answer both.

Hmm.

I don't suppose
you play Vingt-un?

Uh, twenty-one?

No, sir. Not a gambling man.

Drink?

- I won't say no to that.
- Excellent.

- Deux encore, s'il vous plaît.
- Oui, monsieur.

Are you making
the sums add up?

Trying to.

Fact is, they don't.

Not for me.

The vast part of my pay
is meant to come

from profits I make
buying in supplies.

I got tricked.

Hmm.

Something I thought
was a good deal.

So, I've worked for
what amounts to nothing

for the past six months.

Makes you wonder
what it's all for.

Yes.

Yes, I can see that it would.

Merci.

Sorry, sir you've caught me
in a philosophical mood.

John Bellasis.

Josiah Enright.

And is there
a Mrs. Josiah Enright

waiting for you back in Dover?

No. I've been seeing
a girl here.

- English girl.
- Oh?

Thought about
asking for her hand,

but what can I offer her?

If I had a settled life on land,
reckon I might stand a chance.

- Hmm.
- Yourself, sir?

- Married?
- Oh, no, no, no.

- No, I'm a regular Casanova.
- Ah.

- I do have a son.
- Yes?

Yes, never seen him.
Five years old.

I heard that he was born.

He lives with his mother
in England

and with the man who, I assume,
pretends to be his father.

A sniveling excuse for a man.

I feel it in here.

You can't go and see
the boy, then? Meet him?

No. No, not possible,

not without harming him
or damaging his chances in life,

and that I will not do.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Oh, look at us,

baring our souls,
like a couple of condemned men.

I like you, Josiah Enright.

Why do I feel I can trust you?

Because you can.

Hmm.

Enright?

I need to speak
with you, Master James.

I really need to speak with you.

John Bellasis?

You're saying...

John Bellasis
is Frederick's father?

- I am.
- Bellasis was the man...

The man who tried
to kill our cousin.

I didn't know that
when I met him.

Though I did hear tell of it,

long after, when I was
working at Glanville.

But you believed him

when he said that
he was Frederick's father?

I did, sir.

And he asked you to...

to watch my brother?

He told me that
he couldn't return to England.

Later on, I understood why.

He paid for me
to resign from the Navy,

enabled me to marry.

Paid me a small yearly fee.

I was to secure a job
at Glanville House

and send him reports from
time to time about the boy...

his progress...

how he was being treated.

And that's what I did.

Started as a footman,
worked my way up.

There was... There was never
any malice in it, sir.

I kept an eye on him,
loved him.

I'll say that.

And I sent off my reports
to a post office outside Paris,

and I never received a reply...

...until today.

You see why I've come?

You know His Lordship
has dismissed me?

I'm quite sure
he won't see me, so...

He won't see me.

I've tried.
I've written to him many times

since I heard
of his present difficulties--

Then I think we must
make him see us, sir.

We are to go to my brother
and tell him this...

this villain was his father?

But the letter, sir.
There is so little time!

Uh--

Reverend.

- Mr. Enright.
- Mr. Fletcher.

Er... Mr. Fletcher,
I... I need to see His Lordship.

I'm afraid
he's not seeing anyone.

This is imperative.

Please say to him that it's
a matter of life and death.

Your Lordship, The Reverend
Mr. Trenchard is here.

He's asking to see you.
He says it's imperative.

No.

Just for a moment?

He seems...

He says it's imperative.

No.

I'm sorry.

His spirits are very low.

It's all I can do
to get him to dress,

since the day Her Ladyship left.

I must write it down then,
what I have to say.

Do you have pen,
paper, I can use?

She hasn't been back, then?

No. He's heard nothing
for two months.

No one knows where she is.

Frederick...

What do you want?

I... I need to
speak to you, alone.

If you never want to lay eyes
on me again, so be it,

but please...

Please, listen now
to what I have to say.

I need you to read this.

There's a story,

but let this letter
be the beginning.

It's a great deal to...

But you deserve to see it.
You deserve to make a choice.

I don't understand.

He's your father.

And whatever else he's done,
whatever else he is,

it comes down to this,

his care for you,
clearly written on the page.

He's dying.

He's desperate to see you.

Freddie, we have lived
with lies for so long,

and look what
it's done to us.

This is your one chance--

your one chance
to hear the truth,

to let the light of truth
shine into all of this darkness.

Monsieur.

Une demi-heure. Half an hour.

Lord Trenchard.
Mr. John Bellasis.

Of course you're handsome.

Of course you are.

More handsome than me,
and that's saying something.

I shall leave you.

- Would you like me to leave?
- No.

Ah. Who's this?

My brother.
Reverend James Trenchard.

James...

James, you changed the game,
young man.

The one
who wasn't meant to be.

I've been thinking
about your mother.

I wasn't especially nice to her.

But then,
she wasn't especially nice.

I've been wondering

if she used me
for the stud that I am.

Trenchard had failed her.

She wanted her child.

I wonder
if he even fathered you.

It's all right.

Where did you meet our mother?

Good old Belgravia.

Small circle, all of us going
round and round.

When did you meet her?

Ah...

Eighteen forty-one.

How long did your affair last?
Or was it just a coupling?

- You're angry--
- Answer the question, please.

Months.

Many misspent afternoons
between the sheets.

Ah, merci, Soeur Pascale.

La belle Pascale.

She knows what I like.

We have an understanding,
don't we?

Oh, she's wild about me,
don't you know.

Plays hard to get.

Freddie...

We don't have to stay.

Wait for me.

What do you want?

Why did you want to see me?

I haven't done
a great deal with my life

that I'm proud of.

In fact, you're the only thing.

Reading of your achievements,

your many, many achievements,
it has been my...

It has made my life.

When I read that you'd jumped

your first three-foot fence
on Galahad...

that was a day.

Only yourself to spur you on.

And when your tutor said
he'd never taught a boy

with such an aptitude
for numbers,

that was a day.

I opened
a bottle of Château Lafite,

and I drank to you, my boy.

Your tenacity.

Oh, my God.
The empire you built.

I know you weren't cherished

and adored in the way
you should have been,

and for that, I am sorry.

I had dreams, actual dreams,

where I would stride
into that damn house,

and I would lift you in my arms

and tell you you were mine

and that you...

you were wonderful.

Enright tells me
there are things

that have not gone so well
for you of late.

When you are made
to feel worthless,

of course, of course you want
to be better than anybody else.

I spent many years
on the outside looking in,

my face pressed
against the glass--

distorts you,

cripples you.

Only...

stop looking in.

Have you found your wife?

She sounded very beautiful.

Sounded like
she was quite a handful.

And it sounded like
she loved you.

I wasn't worthy of her.

No one could be.

I don't know where she is...

or if I'll ever see her again.

Can you ever forgive me

for not being there?

Oh, you don't know.

That's fair enough.

Fair enough.

Please come again soon.

Just a few minutes.

Bring some cards.

I don't suppose anyone
ever taught you to play.

Is it troubling you?

Who he is?

Because it doesn't mean
that you're like him.

It doesn't trouble me.

The dates--
they work, don't they?

Yes.

It's probably true what he said
about mother, about me.

I once saw her
with one of the groundsmen.

So did I.

No one will ever know.

It will remain our secret.

Poor Father--he wasn't
equal to any of it.

Extraordinary,
all those years...

Enright writing your story,

Bellasis loving you from afar...

...as you deserved to be loved.

Forgive me, Sister, it's early,
but I've come to see my father.

I'm sorry, monsieur.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Nice to see a pretty face.

Oh, I do beg your pardon, sir.

It's my father's
birthday today.

He would have been 60.

My mother would have
woken up and cried.

But then she and Emily

would have had
a cup of tea together

and talked about
all the happy times...

I hope.

What if they aren't
in the house anymore?

What if their allowance
was stopped?

Perhaps you should
put this address in

if you decide
to send them a note.

My father made me feel

I was the most important person
in the world.

Better than I am.

If I hadn't had his love,
I would have

fared a great deal worse
than Frederick.

I've been thinking that.

It's a powerful thing,
that need to be cherished,

to matter.

Perhaps that's all any of us
are really after in life.

Did you feel cherished
when you were a child?

Oh...

I knew my mother loved me.

My father died
before I was four.

I did think I was loved
by a man once.

I'd just gone into service.

One of the older servants--

he set his cap at me.

Made me feel there was a...

bright light shining
over my head...

Turned out I was a wager...

all the men in the house,

a crown on which of them
would bed me first.

He won.

They all treated me
like nothing after that.

I learned to keep
my guard up, I suppose.

I've settled for that.

There are things you lose.

I won't pretend there aren't.

That was the first time
you've said his name.

We'd best get some sleep.

Frederick!

Duchess!

Such a long time.

- You look well.
- So do you.

Will you come in?

I won't, if you don't mind.

Come then, just for a minute.

Percy tells me the Eaton Square
house has been sold.

It has. First week of January,
I shall be gone.

I still can't believe
what's happened--

that dreadful woman
tricking us all,

and not just us,
people all over France as well.

The authorities are searching
in America. Did you hear?

They think
it's likely she went there.

You haven't lost everything,
have you?

Not quite.

How are you?
How is little Lord Chatham?

He's leaving in a few days...

Switzerland. I don't know.

I wake up before dawn
every morning

with my heart pounding.

I have to go and look at him.

It's a strange world, isn't it,

where the love between
a mother and her child

must be secondary to anything,
titles, reputation, money?

How did we come to be like this?

I must go.

I don't suppose Clara's back?

Ah...

I don't suppose you have
any idea where she is?

I'm afraid not.

I feel so guilty about--

I was responsible for
driving her away. No one else.

I live and breathe that fact.

Please, won't you come inside?

Percy would be
delighted to see you.

No. But thank you, Mary.

I don't harbor any ill will
towards him.

It's really not that.

Please make sure he knows that,
would you?

Frederick? Good Lord.
How did he seem?

- Different.
- Yes.

Well, I suppose he would be,
facing what amounts to ruin.

He said a curious thing--

that he wants you to know
he isn't cross with you.

- Why would he say that?
- Ah.

I think he's referring...

I mentioned to him
that I'd had an early warning

about the Marquise
and hadn't shared it.

I know now that I should have
gone to him at once.

Well, I didn't know how much
he was investing.

That was his own fault!

Really, Percy,

you can be
so obnoxious sometimes.

I beg your pardon?

He said something else.

He said it's a strange world
we're living in,

where a mother's love
isn't deemed

the most important thing.

What has that got...

Peter?

Yes. Peter.

Complaining to him about that,
I suppose?

Painting me
as some sort of ogre.

I simply told him the facts,

and he made me see them
for what they are.

You know why we are doing
what we are doing!

For the twins' sake,
for Edgar's sake,

for the sake of our good name!

No, if it were only that,
we have another choice.

We have dear Dr. Kerry,

who is more than ready
to take him.

- For God's sake--
- And he would be near Maywood,

- we could see him--
- No! We have been through this!

You would rather he died!

You don't want him to thrive.

And in a clinic,

far away, in a distant land,
deprived of us, deprived of me,

he will languish.

And hopefully,
he will die before you!

And so Randolph
will inherit the dukedom,

and all will be right
with the world.

Have you taken leave
of your senses?

Yes, it does, indeed.
There you are.

Thank you. Oh...

- Sorry, I...
- Oh, don't worry.

You are such a dear.
Never mind...

I can't bear it anymore.

Yes, Madame...

Who is it?

Oh, Emily, must you shout?

Oh, Clara!

Mother!
Oh!

Oh, my goodness!

Am I dreaming?

Oh! You're like an angel,

a Christmas angel
fallen to the Earth!

Where did you go, dear?

To the north.

Heavens.

I will be going back
after Christmas.

We can talk about that
another day.

I was worried
I wouldn't find you here.

I thought that your allowance
might have been stopped.

Oh, no, dear,
our allowance has increased.

Although we hear that Frederick
has lost a small fortune

and will have to sell the house
on Eaton Square.

Because of what
the Marquise did?

Yes.

I hate to think of
what he's depriving himself of,

but we are very grateful, nonetheless.

Have you spoken to him, dear?

Mother...

No.

Will you go and see him?
Will you?

No. I won't.

I'm here to see you two.
No one else.

Oh.

She's sleeping.

Peace at last?

I'm so sorry, Em.

I ran away,

left you to deal
with everything.

You mustn't worry about that.

Dealing with things is my forte.

Tell me how you've been.

How's James?

He's extremely well.

We work well together
at the Church.

He says we're a...

a good team.

I'm the one who should be sorry.

I was far too quick to think
the worst of you.

I am ashamed.

Don't be.

Everyone acknowledges
that it was the Marquise

who was fueling the rumors,

for whatever twisted motives
of her own.

I was to blame in part.

I've had time to think about
everything that happened

and why it happened.

The distance is good for me.

If you ever want
to talk about it, I'm here.

Thank you.

Why don't we make some cocoa?

Like we used to do?

Oh, I see you're without Nell.

Yes. She married. A doctor.

Hmm.
- It's really rather touching.

They knew each other
from in her hometown.

Confidentially, I suspect

he may have been
the father of her child.

Ah.

I'm truly happy for her.

But what of us?

At this rate, we shall
have to enter a nunnery.

What are these?

Letters Frederick
has been sending

asking if we know where you are.

I thought you should see them.

♪ Joyful and triumphant... ♪

What do you think,
Your Ladyship?

Would you like me to go in
and speak to the Reverend,

ask him if he'll come out?

No.

♪ Come and behold him ♪

Sorry.

It's all right.

Nell?

Your Ladyship.

I heard about your marriage.

I couldn't be
more pleased for you.

Thank you.

I'm going to see my baby.

Would you like to come?

Richard and Annie
designed it for us.

It's beautiful.

Stephen told me
about how much he adored you.

It's all right.

He has a large
and restless heart.

He always will have.

Nothing happened between us,
not in any real way.

I was grateful,

I always will be,
for the friendship he showed me.

I admit I was flattered

by some of the words
he said to me.

But I know now
that it was only because

I was desperate to hear
those words from someone else.

He fears you must think
badly of him.

- I don't.
- He didn't know about the baby.

He left long before I even knew.

If my parents had
encouraged him, but they didn't,

not rich enough,
not devout enough.

The only thing
I find difficult to forgive

is that he didn't see
how much he meant to me,

how much I would suffer
when he left.

But you forgive him now?

Yes. None of it was intentional.

People being human, imperfect.

That's it, darling.

That looks even better,
doesn't it?

I wondered if you might

look at this for me
before I send it?

You're so much better
at these things than I am.

"Dear Dr. Kerry,
the Duchess and I

have reconsidered
your kind offer..."

I'm sorry, Father.

For what?

For the trouble I've caused.

For upsetting Mama.
Oh!

And you.

No trouble.

Peter. Peter, no trouble at all.

I hardly need tell you how good
it is to see you.

Please.

I thought of coming before,

but, well, I've hesitated
to put you in a position

where you must keep something
from Frederick.

Emily told me
that you're speaking again.

We are.

But you do understand
that he can't know.

May I at least tell him

that you've been in touch
with your family

and that you're safe?

It would mean
a very great deal to him.

Yes.

I've seen the letters
he's written.

I certainly don't want him
to feel so concerned.

I'm so sorry
about what's happened to him.

I can hardly believe
he has to sell the house.

Actually, I think
he rather wants to sell it.

He was bequeathed
a sum of money recently,

not a fortune,

but it would have been enough
to prevent the sale.

But he gave the money to me,
to help the poor.

He has changed, Clara.
His whole view of the world

and of his place in it
is different.

I believe he would find
some sort of contentment,

but he can't,
because he doesn't have you.

It breaks my heart.

James...

He deeply regrets
the way he behaved--

He doesn't need to.

Please, please will you
see him, talk with him?

No.

He hasn't lost my love.

He couldn't.

But even talking about this...

My life now isn't happy,

but it's simple and clear.

I long for him. I do.

- But we're better off apart.
- You're wrong.

Forgive me, but I know,

I know you aren't
better off apart.

You need only dare
to believe me.

Merry Christmas, Your Lordship.

Merry Christmas, Enright.

Just relax.
Oh, no.

He's coming, Mother.
Ready yourself.

I shall spurtle out
that she's here, I know I shall.

Oh, no,
for goodness sake.

I wonder if there is such
a thing as a chastity belt

- for the tongue.
- Ah.

- Leave all the talking to me.
- Yes.

Oh, Frederick. Frederick,

oh, Merry Christmas.

And to you, Mrs. Dunn.
Miss Dunn.

- I trust you're both well?
- Yes, thank you.

Yes we're very, very well,
well, especially now that--

Now that it's...
it's Christmas Day.

Eh...

I wanted to thank you
for allowing my brother

to tell me that you'd heard
from Clara.

- Well, we were glad to.
- Yes.

We know how dreadful it is
to be worrying.

You had a letter, I assume?

Yes, uh, a...
a Christmas card.

Ah, yes, a Christmas card.

From where, do you know?

Um...

A shop.

We must go.
- Yes.

- Lunch and...
- Of course.

You will tell me,

please, if you hear
anything more?

Mm-hmm.
- Yes. Come, Mother. Good day.

Mm-hmm.

Are you all right,
Your Lordship?

Yes. You and Fletcher
take a cab.

- I shall walk back.
- Very good.

Happy Christmas, brother.

Happy Christmas.

You spoke so well.

Great heart and great purpose.

I'm immensely proud of you.

We're having a small gathering
at the vicarage later today.

A few dear friends,
a glass of punch.

I... I should warn you
that the Dunns will be there,

but I would love it
if you could come.

And Enright
and Mr. Fletcher, of course.

I won't.

But thank you.

I'm struggling today.

It would have been
our first Christmas together.

I could cancel the event.
Come stay with you if--

Dear James, don't worry.

Ah! Your Lordship.
- That smells good.

Doing our best,
Your Lordship.

We thought a glass of sherry
in the drawing room,

- as it's Christmas.
- The drawing room?

I can take one
down here with you.

No, no. I shall bring it up.

The fire's lit in there.
Roaring.

And...

for Christmas.
For old time's sake.

Very well. Thank you.

Hello, Frederick.

Clara...

Are you real?

Yes.

I'm real.

Enright let me in.

I hope you don't mind.

Clara, will you
allow me to apologize?

I've learned a great deal
these last few months.

I understand a great deal more
about why I behaved as I did

and what it
must have been like for you--

how much of it was fear
and desperation and anger.

I'm not excusing it
for a moment.

But at least, in understanding,

I've found
the possibility of change.

You were trying
to show me the way.

I know that now.

I wasn't strong enough
to do that.

I ended up
losing my own way.

I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry.

I know that can never be enough.

How do you know?

I've been thinking, too...

...about how little chance
we stood.

I've been thinking
that it was a sort of miracle,

that even with
so much ranged against us,

we shared moments of...

the purest joy...

and the deepest love.

Love too precious
to be thrown away.

It is enough
that you're sorry.

It is enough
that you understand.

It is enough.

Oh, my darling.

Merry Christmas.

If we're not too late,
Mr. James?

By no means. Welcome.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Miss Davison...

Freddie.

Oh!

Oh, my darling girl...

Do you still mean
to sell the house?

Yes.
- Will you go to Glanville?

We thought we would do
some traveling.

See more of the world together,
side by side.

Oh.
Traveling, oh, dear.

But you will come back?

We will always come back
to all of you.

Perhaps we will go
to Glanville eventually.

Settle there.

Live our life the way
we want to live it.

Looks like we shall be
traveling, Mr. Fletcher.

Well, that suits me.

The happiest Christmas
imaginable.

Mmm. Yes. I believe it is.

Emily, I just want to say
you are exceptionally excellent.

Aw.

And if I didn't consider myself
married to God,

it could only have been you.

That is really very sweet
of you.

Who is that?

A nephew of the Misses White.

He's just returned
from a spell in the Army.

Nice that he was able
to join us.

Yes.

I should say it is.

It... It's snowing.

Why, so it is!

I have so much to tell you.

And I you.

We have all the time
we could wish for.

Us, then.

Us.