All language subtitles for Sense And Sensibility 2008 S01E03 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE-eng

What are your intentions
towards Marianne Dashwood?

What right have you to ask?

Everything about I their conduct
suggests they are engaged in private,

so why not make it public?

My aunt has exercised
the privilege of riches

on her poor cousin
by sending me to London.

When are you coming back?
Marianne will want to know.

Willoughby!

I couldn't get it out of my head
why Edward hasn't come to see us,

so I decided to write
and invite him directly.

Please let him come
in his own good time.

What did he come here for
if not to propose to you?

I don't know.

Are you acquainted
with Mr Robert Ferrars?

No, with his elder brother.

Mr... Edward Ferrars?

We are engaged.

We are invited to an evening assembly.

Look, he's here.

Tell me, for heaven's sake,
what is the matter?

Excuse me.

Allow me.

Transcript: Evarin

Sync: Moochie

Episode 3

Come to your marks.

Marianne, it's too early.
Come back to bed. You'll catch cold.

This will be soon done.

- Marianne, could I ask...?
- No, Elinor! Ask nothing!

You will know everything by and by.

Oh, what a crush of people
there was last evening.

I don't wonder you left early,
I was close to fainting myself!

Dear Charlotte should not have been
there, so close to her confinement,

but she would go.

She loves an evening party so.

Mr Palmer said he'd as soon be
in the Black Hole of Calcutta!

Now, what about Mr W.?

What will he think of you?
You wait a week to see him

and then run home before
you've spoke two words to him?

Come now, try one
of these soused herrings.

No, thank you, ma'am.

Well, shall cook grill you a chop, then?

A fine, big girl like you
and not eat anything?

- Ah, here come's the post.
- Two for you, ma'am,

and... one for Miss Marianne Dashwood.

I hope you find it to your liking, Miss!

Oh, dear. Well, I hope he don't
keep her waiting much longer,

for it's quite grievous to see her
looking so pale and peaky.

I hope there's nothing wrong
between her and Mr W.?

Just a little lover's tiff?

Marianne and Mr Willoughby
are not lovers, ma'am.

And the moon is made of green cheese.

Come come, Miss Elinor,
I wasn't born yesterday...

Truly, ma'am, you are mistaken.

If you will excuse me, I will go to her.

Oh, Elinor, it's the worst...

worse than I ever imagined.
It's as if I never knew him.

"My dear Madam,
I am very much I concerned

to find there was anything
in my behaviour last night

that did not meet your approbation.

If I have been so unfortunate
as to give rise

to a belief of more than I felt,
I entreat your forgiveness.

My affections have been
long engaged elsewhere.

I return your letters as you request,

with the lock of hair you obligingly
bestowed on me. I am,

- dear Madam..."
- I can't understand it, Elinor!

We were like two halves
of the same soul.

It's contemptible.

Marianne,

if this is what he is truly like,
you are well rid of him.

Just think, if your engagement
had been carried on for months,

before he decided to put an end to it.

There was no engagement.

What?!

He is not so unworthy
as you believe him.

- But he told you he loved you?
- Yes...

No.

Never in so many words,
but everything he said...

and did.

He knew I loved him
and he made me think he loved me.

- You do believe me, Elinor?
- Of course I do.

I saw you together. No-one could have
doubted that you were in love.

Oh, Elinor, I must go home.
Can we go tomorrow?

- Tomorrow?
- Yes.

I only came here for Willoughby's sake,
and now who cares for me?

All your friends care for you, and

it would be impossible to go tomorrow,
we owe Mrs Jennings more than that.

Another few days, but I can't bear
to stay in London longer.

How are you, my dear?

Poor thing,

she looks very bad.

Charlotte is downstairs,
it is all over town.

He's to be a married
to a Miss Grey with �50,000.

Well, I wish with all my soul
she'll plague his heart out.

Dear Marianne, exert yourself.

Happy Elinor, you have
no idea of what I suffer!

Oh, Miss Dashwood, what a calamity!
Is she very distressed?

My sister is not well, Miss Steele,
and keeps to her room.

But such old friends as Lucy and me,
she'd see us.

We'd never speak a word about...
(Mr Willoughby)

But what filthy beasts - these men are!.

There was a Dr Davies who paid me
attention coming up in the coach,

though I never set store by it.
Now he's gone without as a word,

so your sister's not the only one
cast aside like an old shoe.

Anne! Hold your tongue.

Tell your sister,
I feel for her in her distress.

To be jilted and spurned,
after giving her love so very freely.

Fortunately,

we know a man who is too honourable
to stoop to such conduct, don't we?

- Are they gone?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Will you write to Mamma?

Yes...

directly, if you wish.

Oh, it's Colonel Brandon.

I can't see him, Elinor.
Tell him I can't see him.

Miss Dashwood,
I have something to tell you

which I think your sister should know.

Do you remember a conversation
I had with you once,

when I said your sister Marianne
reminded me of someone I once knew?

I do remember.

She was a relation of mine.

We grew up together as children.

It's impossible to convey to you what...

I believe we were
everything to each other.

At my father's insistence, she was
married to my elder brother. But...

he had no regard for her...

and his pleasures were not
what they ought to have been.

I was in the East Indies,
when I heard of their divorce.

When I came back to England,
I searched for her everywhere.

Finally, I found her
in a pauper's hospital...

dying.

And she had a child...

a little girl, three years old,

who became my ward.

What age is she now?

She is but 15 years old.

Imprudently, as it turned out,

I allowed her to go to Bath
to stay with the family of a friend.

Last February,

she suddenly disappeared.

The first news that reached me of her

was in a letter I received
on the morning

- of our intended party to Delaford.
- That's why you left so suddenly.

She had been abandoned
by her seducer...

and she has now borne his child.

Perhaps you have guessed
the connection.

Willoughby.

You will know best
how to tell Marianne...

and how much she needs to know.

I'm so sorry, Marianne.

William the Conqueror, William Rufus,

Henry the First, Stephen.

Henry the Second, Richard I the First,
and Bad King John.

What are you writing?
Are you telling them to come home?

No, I think it would be better for
Marianne not to come home for a while.

Because if she came home,
everything would remind her of him.

Exactly. Kings and queens.

Richard the Second...

Willoughby's a scoundrel,
isn't he, Mamma?

Kings and queens, Meg.

If I were a brother instead of a sister,

I would fight Willoughby
and kill him with my sword.

Well, then it's a good job you're not,

for l would hate to see you
hanged for murder.

I wish I was a man.
Girls can never do anything.

Men can ride about the country
and do things

and girls just sit and wait
for things to happen.

One does fear for Marianne's prospects.

I gather

she made her infatuation for this man
Willoughby so widely talked about

that only marriage could have
rendered it respectable.

Poor Marianne.

Well, to be sure,
it was only to be expected.

No doubt his expenditure
exceeded his income,

and only a fool would turn down
the chance of �50,000.

I should say.

She will be considered
damaged goods now.

Perhaps she is.

I was thinking, my dear,

perhaps we should have
the Dashwood girls to stay with us...

for a while.

- Oh. No. John.

I don't think mother would approve
under the circumstances.

But I really think
we should do something, Fanny...

for Elinor at least.

Thank you.

Are you well?

And the child?

Very well. I thank you.

But what is to become of us?

Rest assured,

you'll be looked after.

I will see that you want for nothing,
both of you.

I was wondering...

What?

Speak.

If l could see him once more,

I thought if he could see his child,

- he might...
- That's out ofthe question.

Willoughby has just announced
his engagement to a woman of fortune.

I hear that Colonel Brandon
has been with you a good deal.

Yes.

You should try for him,
Elinor, you should indeed.

I do think you might
have a chance there.

You have it in you to attract the men,

if you were to go about it
the right way.

But poor Marianne,

I fear it is all over for her.

Her bloom is quite gone, poor girl.

Quite gone.

As to any...

previous attachment,

you have to realise that would be
quite out of the question.

Mrs Ferrars has quite
definite intentions

for your cousin Edward's marriage.

The lady is the Honourable Miss Morton.

- Miss Morton?!
- Yes.

With �30,000. A very desirable
connection on both sides.

But Colonel Brandon,
now that would be an excellent thing.

Indeed, I come with an invitation

to dine at Berkeley Square
tomorrow evening,

where you will meet the Colonel.
and my mother-in-law, Mrs Ferrars,

who has expressed a positive inclination
to welcome you.

How delightful-
that you were able to come.

Imagine, Anne and I arrived here
only this afternoon

and we've been invited to stay
for the whole week!

Pity me, dear Miss Dashwood.

There is nobody here but you
who can feel for me.

I am all of a tremble.

In a moment I shall see the person
that ALL my happiness depends on.

Edward?

- Will he be here?
- No, no!

He is kept away by that
extreme affection for me,

which he cannot conceal
when we are together.

Oh, I see.

I meant Mrs Ferrars, the person
I hope one day to call Mother!

So, Mr Willoughby is married,
and has quit the town.

Yes, indeed, Mamma.

Greatly to the disappointment
of certain young ladies, I understand.

They hoped to catch him, Mamma,

but Willoughby knew a game
worth two of that.

He wouldn't be caught
by anything but a fortune!

(This is unsufferable).

Will Mr Edward Ferrars be joining
us this evening, ma'am?

No. My eldest son
is staying with the Mortons.

- Perhaps you know Lord Morton?
- No, I have not had the pleasure.

They are a very distinguished family.

The Honourable Miss Morton
is an exceptionally charming

and accomplished young lady.

Are you fond of the country, Mr Ferrars?

If you are, we could offer you some
pretty good hunting and shooting.

- Fishing, as well.
- Confess

I'm not enamoured of country sports,
Sir John.

Country manners, however,
can be very pleasing in their way.

I hope you don't take us
for country bumpkins, Mr Robert!

We have some very fine beaux
in Plymouth.

I'm sure your brother Edward
was very happy there,

very happy indeed, weren't he, Lucy?

Really, Anne... how should I know?

I have heard him say
that he was never happier

than when he was with us at Norland.

Ladies?

Take this seat, ma'am. It's out of
draughts and not too near the fire.

- Let me arrange the cushions for you.
- I'm obliged to you.

- What did you say your name was?
- Lucy Steele, ma'am.

She seems a decent,
modest sort of girl, Fanny.

Yes, indeed.

Would you play for us, Marianne?

If you wish.

Marianne is a very
accomplished musician.

Miss Morton plays
the pianoforte very well.

And the harp, I understand.

- Does Miss Elinor Dashwood play?
- No, ma'am.

Elinor is something of an artist, Mamma.

Here is her painting of Norland Park.

Yes.

Do you not think it has something
of Miss Morton's style?

She does paint most delightfully.

But she does everything well.

Excuse me, ma'am,
but what is Miss Morton to us?

It is Elinor of whom we think and speak.

Dear Elinor, don't mind them,
what do they know?

Don't let them make you unhappy.

What is the matter with the girl?
She seems quite unhinged.

(Willoughby.)

My dear friend, I am so happy!

I was so afraid last night,
but Edward's mother was charming.

I think she took quite a fancy to me.

- She was certainly very civil to you.
- Civil?!

Did you see nothing more than civility!
I saw a vast deal more.

Do you know? I think we are half way to
securing Mrs Ferrars'consent already.

I am very happy for you,

but I fear the Honourable Miss Morton
may prove a stumbling block.

Has Mrs Ferrars not settled it
that she is to be Edward's bride?

No, you shan't dampen my spirits.

Miss Morton may be this or that,

but it is ME he has made his promise to,

not her... or anybody else.

Mr Edward Ferrars.

Miss Dashwood... Elinor.

Mr Ferrars. You know
Miss Lucy Steele, I think.

Yes, ofcourse.

How do you do, Miss Steele?

I am well, I thank you.

And yourself, Miss Dashwood?

- I am well, thank you.
- I am very glad to hear it.

- And... Marianne?
- She will be very happy to see you.

I'll go and tell her. Excuse me.

- Edward, I knew you would come.
- Marianne.

We hoped to see you last night at your
sister's house. Why didn't you come?

- I was... engaged elsewhere.
- Engaged elsewhere...?

But what was that when there were
dear friends to be met?

Perhaps, Miss Marianne, you think young
men never stand upon engagements,

- if they have no mind to keep them.
- No, indeed.

I am sure, whatever it was, it was
a matter of conscience for Edward.

He always keeps his word,
when he has given it.

And that being so, I regret I must leave
you, for I am promised to my sister.

Indeed, I must go there directly.

- But you'll come again soon?
- Very soon, I hope.

Miss Dashwood, Marianne, Miss Steele.

If you are going to your sister's
house, perhaps you'd walk with me,

because I am expected there.

Of course.

My pleasure.

To be sure, I don't know
where Lucy has got to.

"I've just got a little errand, Anne",
she said.

- "And what errand's that?", I said.
- "Never you mind", she said.

She never tells me anything.

And did you say Mr Edward
is coming today?

Oh, yes. I suppose you haven't.
seen him for some years,

since he was at school with your uncle.

No, indeed, we have seen him very often.
He comes to see us very regular.

In Plymouth?

- He visits you in Plymouth?
- Yes, very often.

And why should he do that?

Why, he comes to see Lucy, of course.

Oh, I shouldn't have told you that,
it's a secret!

What's a secret?

I demand that you answer me.

That Lucy and Edward are sweethearts,
they've been engaged these four years.

What?!

John! John!

Please don't be angry with me!
It ain't my fault.

What is the matter?

- ls it little Henry?
- No, you fool! It's her!

Tell him!

Tell him! TELL HIM!

Mr Edward Ferrars and Miss Lucy Steele.

Oh, John!

Mother, Fanny, what is the matter?

Is it true that you have secretly
engaged yourself to this young woman?

- Anne, what have you done?
- I'm sorry, it just popped out!

Answer me.

Yes, it is true, Mother...

... and I ask your blessing for us both.

My blessing, sir?

Pray attend to this.

Unless you abandon this ridiculous plan,

you will have nothing from me.
Nothing at all, do you understand?

Your brother shall have
all your inheritance,

and you can starve on the street
for all I care.

Miss Steele,

you are no longer welcome here.

You will leave at once!

If you send Lucy away,
Mother, I must go too.

Go then.

I have nothing else to say to you.

Good God, can this be possible?

I am amazed, too.
I I thought he was a man of sense.

Well, well, I knew nothing of this.

I thought his fancy lay another way.

Um, Mrs Ferrars was good enough
to say, Elinor, that

whatever objections there had been
to another connection,

if you understand me, it would have been
by far the least evil of the two,

and she would be glad now
to compound for nothing worse.

She is, in truth, an excellent woman and
it grieves me to see her so distressed.

How long have you known this?

Lucy told me so herself at Barton Park.

- How could you bear it?
- I bore it because I had to.

And I was glad to spare you
from knowing how much I felt.

Now, I can think and speak of it

without any great distress.
I wish him very happy.

You can say that?

Then perhaps you did not feel
so very much after all.

You think
I did not feel so very much?

Marianne, for four months I have had
all this hanging on my mind,

without being at liberty
to speak of it to a single creature.

I have had to listen to Lucy Steele's
hopes and exultations again and again.

I have known myself
to be divided from Edward forever,

and endured the unkindness of his sister
and the insolence of his mother.

I've suffered all the punishment
of an attachment without enjoying any...

... any of the advantages.

I may not have shown it, Marianne,

but let me assure you,
I have been very unhappy.

Hurry, hurry!

Oh, there you are.

Charlotte has had her baby

a fine boy and we are all
going home to Cleveland!

I shall go on ahead

and the Colonel will accompany you,
he's in the drawing room.

He particularly wishes to speak
with you, Miss Dashwood.

I believe he has a favour to ask of you.

Colonel Brandon give me a living!

Can it be possible?

- But he barely knows me.
- He has heard a good deal about you,

from Marianne, and from me.

He knows how much we...

how well we think of you.

- So I have you to thank for this.
- No...

Say your own merit.

Well...

I am profoundly grateful
to him, and to you, Elinor.

Every time we have met,

it has seemed impossible to say
what I really think and feel.

Yes.

- And now more than ever.
- Yes.

Why do you not think badly of me?

You never deceived me.

And when I heard...

... when I was told of your engagement,

everything became clear.

You have done nothing wrong.

I wouldn't...

think so highly of you,

if you had acted differently.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Welcome to Cleveland.

See, here's little
Mr Palmer to greet you.

Oh, Elinor.

I keep thinking about
that poor girl and her baby.

What strange creatures men are.

Yes, indeed.

What do they want from us?

I cannot answer you.

Perhaps they see us not as people,
but as playthings, Elinor.

- Where is your sister?
- I expect she's in the library.

No, she is not.

Has anyone seen her since breakfast?

Palmer, have you seen Miss Marianne?

She's gone out walking.
The devil knows which way she went.

Marianne!

She is very chilled.
Make a fire in her room!

She must be stripped
and chafed all over.

I have seen this too many times.
Build up the fire! -

I shall leave you.
Be sure to make haste,

- time is of the essence.
- Yes, thank you.

Poor Miss Marianne! She gets more
than her share of misfortunes.

- How is she?
- She is a little recovered.

She asked to see you, Colonel.

Aye, it is but a chill, I dare say.

Cheer up, Colonel.

You'll see her bright eyes
and laughing face tomorrow.

Marianne?

She has a very bad fever,

and I fear her lungs
have become congested.

The disorder would appear
to have a putrid tendency.

Oh, the poor girl.

There is nothing more
I can do for her at present.

The fever is nearing the crisis.

Colonel Brandon,

I think if...

you could send a man

to fetch my mother, I think she should
be here as soon as possible.

Of course. I'll go myself at once.

- Elinor.
- Oh, Marianne!

If you please, ma'am, there's
a gentleman below, asking for you.

A gentleman?

Miss Dashwood.

- Excuse me, I have no time for this.
- Please! Wait, I want to explain.

I want to apologise...

... to ask for forgiveness.

Mr Willoughby,

you are not welcome here.

Perhaps you will hardly think the better
of me, but it's worth me trying.

When I first came to Devonshire
and met your sister,

I confess, I was only thinking
of my own amusement.

But against my will,

I fell genuinely in love with her.

And made up my mind to marry her.

Unfortunately...

a circumstance I occurred.

- A circumstance?
- Yes, an unlucky circumstance.

My aunt had

somehow been informed of an event,

an affair,

a connection. No doubt
you've heard the story.

I have. A child,

an innocent girl only 15 years old,
whom you abandoned without a thought.

Oh, because I was a libertine,
she must be a saint, I suppose.

I don't mean to justify myself.

So, what did your aunt say?

I was dismissed from her favour...

and from her house.
I was virtually penniless,

- in debt, without any prospects.
- So you set off to London,

- to find a rich wife.
- What could I have done?

You could have made amends
to that poor girl you seduced.

You could have told my sister the truth.

Do you recall the letter
you wrote in London?

Sophia dictated every word.

Have you any idea
what I suffered writing it?

Have you any idea how I suffer
living with a wife I detest?!

You treated my sister with cruelty,
you speak of your wife with contempt.

She doesn't deserve your compassion.

She knew l had no regard
for her when we married.

So, now do you pity me, Miss Dashwood?

Or have I said all this to no purpose?

You had my sister's love...

and now you have lost it for ever...

- and I am glad of it.
- You despise me.

She can never be more lost
to you than she is now.

She is well! She is out of danger.
She is recovering.

Oh, thank God.

Willoughby.

I can still hardly believe it.

We were all deceived in him.

I think he deceived himself as well.

He wanted to believe
in his own fine words...

as I did.

Oh. Mamma.
I shall be so glad to be at home.

Colonel Brandon is
an exceptional man, I think.

He is.

What sadness he has known.

He kept faithful to his first love

even after she had been
torn away from him.

Even after she was dead.

He is the true romantic, I think.

It is not what we say or

feel that makes us what we are,
it is what we do...

or fail to do.

Very true.

Marianne! I know all the kings
and queens of England now,

- would you like to hear them?
- I'd love to!

William the Conqueror, William Rufus,

Henry the First, Stephen.
Um, Henry the Second,

Richard the First and Bad King John.

Why is he leaving now,
when he has the advantage?

I have heard that the great
tamers of horses do it

by being gentle, then walking away.

Nine times out often,
the wild horse will follow.

Elinor, I look back
on my conduct last autumn.

I was a foolto myself,
and inconsiderate to everybody else.

You cannot compare
your conduct with his.

No, but I compare it with
what it should have been.

I compare it with yours.

I hope I am wiser now.

I am determined to enter into
a course of serious study.

Colonel Brandon has promised me
I can go to Delaford

as often as I wish to borrow books
and play his pianoforte.

He is so generous.

I'll leave you to explore.

Come and find me when you're ready.

Thank you.

Come.

Beg pardon, Miss Elinor,

Mrs Ferrars sends her compliments.

- Mrs Ferrars?
- Miss Lucy Steele as was.

I run into them this morning in Exeter.

Married a week gone, she said,

so I made myself free to wish her joy.

Thank you, Thomas.

Oh, Elinor.

It isjust as we expected.

Nothing to surprise or upset us.

And in a little while, it will be
just as if nothing had happened,

which, in a way, is true.

Shall we go in?

Elinor?

What?

I am well, Mamma.

I am happy.

I am perfectly contented.

Elinor...

Colonel Brandon
has asked me to marry him.

- And how did you answer him?
- I said that I would.

Don't be angry with me.

Why should I be angry with you?

Because I thought myself
so much in love with Willoughby.

Because I have given you
so much grief and trouble.

Because I shall be happy
when you are unhappy.

Colonel Brandon is an excellent man,
and we owe him a great deal.

But you should not marry him
out of gratitude.

I don't, Elinor.

My feelings for him
have changed so much.

I love him, Elinor.

Then I am very happy for you.

- I wish you could be happy, too.
- So do I.

I must see if I can find myself
a colonel, too!

It's Edward!

Elinor! Elinor! It's Edward.

Elinor! Elinor! Edward is here.

Oh, my dear.

Mr Edward Ferrars, ma'am.

Edward, we are delighted to see you.

May I wish you joy?

Thank you.

I hope you left Mrs Ferrars very well?

Yes, yes, quite well on the whole.

Is Mrs Ferrars at Exeter?

No, my mother is in town.

I meant, Mrs Edward Ferrars.

Surely you mean Mrs Robert Ferrars?

You have not heard. My brother is
lately married to Miss Lucy Steele.

When my mother made over
my inheritance to Robert,

Miss Steele made over
her affections also,

thus releasing me from my engagement.

So now you can marry Elinor!

Miss Dashwood... Elinor.

I came here with no expectation.

After everything that's happened,
you have every right

to turn me away this instant.
But I cannot leave here

without conveying the intensity
of my feelings for you.

I loved you at Norland,
almost from our first encounter.

I could not express it then,
as I was bound by my promise to Lucy,

but I think you felt it, and

were puzzled and hurt
by my lack of openness with you.

Let me be open now.

Every day since I first saw you,

my love for you has grown.

Elinor, I know I have no right to hope,

but I must ask...

Can you forgive me?

Can you love me?

Will you marry me?