All language subtitles for Little.Dorrit.S01E10.1080p.BluRay.DD+5.1.x264-SbR_track6_[eng]

...The finest Venetian paintings.

I think if I see another painting,
I might very well

have to scream, Mrs General.

I'm quite sure you'd do
nothing so unladylike.

Don't count on it.

Here is a painting of...

How do, Mrs General, Mr Dorrit?
How do, Fanny?

I thought I told you I didn't
want to see you again

until Wednesday at the very earliest.

I know, but dash it, it's only polite
to wish you the time of day!

- Sparkler?
- Yes?

Go away.

Er...

Right.

I say...look here, Miss Dorrit.

Yes?

You're a jolly fine girl,
with no begad nonsense about you.

Do you think I, er...might
have a look in with your sister?

Well...

I adore her, you know. I worship
the ground she treads on and all that.

But...well, the fact is,
she's just sent me packing

and she does that
almost every time we see each other.

I think she thinks
I'm a bit of a fool, you know.

Oh, I'm sure she doesn't.

Well, the truth is I'm not up to the mark
on some subjects.

But I do adore your sister,

and...well, if you could put in
a kind word for me,

I'd be tremendously obliged.

It's a rum old business,
this, isn't it?

All this having to pretend
we never met before.

Why, I remember you
as well as anything

that night we both turned up
at the theatre.

And you remember too, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Well...I'm glad
we had this little chat.

Oh, there's Mater.

Better go.

Miss Dorrit.

Mater.

Mrs, um...Merdle.

So delighted to resume

an acquaintance
so inauspiciously begun.

When you first arrived
in Venice, hmm?

Our little contretemps
over the rooms?

Of course! Charmed, I'm sure.

My son Edmund tells me
he's already been to call.

He is quite...transported with Venice,
are you not, Edmund?

Transported, I should say!

Thanks, in no little measure,
to Mr Dorrit's generous hospitality.

Pray don't speak of it.

We entertain so many people,
it really was less than nothing.

Except, my dear, except as it
afforded me unusual gratification

to show the high estimation
in which I hold

so distinguished and princely
a character as Mr Merdle's.

Mr Dorrit, you are too kind.

Yes, I'm to understand
from Mr Sparkler

that there's no great possibility
of Mr Merdle's coming abroad.

Why indeed, Mr Dorrit, he is
much engaged and in such demand,

he hasn't been able to get abroad
in years. You and your family, Mr Dorrit,

must have been abroad
continuously for a long time,

or we should have made each other's
acquaintance in London society

long since, should we not?

Why, yes, that is right, Mrs Merdle.
We have been abroad

for an immense number of years.

Dash it, I mean to say...

Beg pardon.

We think of returning to London
before too long, however,

and there I hope and trust
I shall have the honour

of becoming known to Mr Merdle.

It is an honour
I particularly desire

and shall particularly esteem.

Mr Merdle, I am sure,
will particularly esteem it, too.

I am minded to consult with
Mr Merdle as to the disposal

of my fortune in his new bank,

of which I have read
so much in the papers.

I am sure Mr Merdle will be happy
to advise you, Mr Dorrit.

So pleasant to meet you. Good day. Edmund.

Edmund!

Come.

"My dear Mr Merdle,
I need you to do something for my boy.

"Having got him away from
that little dancer once,

"I now find him in her clutches again,
here in Venice.

"I need you to find him a job,
a post, an occupation.

"The family is rich now,
but leopards don't change their spots.

"She has that look in her eye
that clearly announces

"she intends to take
a terrible revenge upon me.

"In the meantime, I shall expect you
to make arrangements on his behalf.

"Time is of the essence."

Will there be anything further, sir?

I, um...

I believe I need to hold a dinner.

A dinner. Very good, sir.

Merdle's Bank, Mr Clennam. I've been
into it, I've made the calculations.

I had my doubts at first,
it seemed too good to be true,

but Merdle's bank is solid, genuine,
it is copper-bottom guaranteed,

and it is yielding 20% per annum.

Do you think you'd put your £1,000
reward from Mr Dorrit into it?

I've already done it, sir,
I've already done it.

Really? Well, you surprise me.

Yeah, I surprised myself
until I went into it,

and that's what you should do,
on your own behalf and for the firm.

You couldn't do better.
Why should we leave all the gains

to the gluttons, knaves and impostors?

You owe it to your partner, make him
rich. He deserves it, if anyone does.

- Go in and win!
- What if it's go in and lose?

Nah, couldn't do it,
I've looked into it.

Name up everywhere,
immense resources, enormous capital,

high connections, government influence,
can't be done.

Well, I'll think it over, Mr Pancks.

No need to think it over, Mr Clennam,

cos I've done the thinking for you.
All you have to do is go in and win.

Rent day!

That'll do you no good, my friend!

I'll be back Friday,
you be sure you've got it then!

What you looking at?!

Sorry, Mr Pancks!

Rent!

All right, Mrs Plornish,
just a social call.

Not to deceive you, sir,
we can't complain.

All going very steady.

Padrona! Padrona!

- Hello, old chap.
- Altro, altro!

What is it?

I see him!

Chiusa la porta, per favore!
Close the door, please!

Steady on, old chap, don't take on.

E ope you no fright. What 'appen?
Peaka Padrona!

- I see 'im.
- 'Im? Who 'im?

He's a bad man.

Why you frightened of this man?

Because he said he would eat me.

Stone me, that's a bit rich!

What's he called, this bad man?

Rigaud.

Patience!
You will all get in by and by!

Here comes Mr Merdle now. Make way!

Excuse me, excuse me. Excuse me.

They've been queuing
for hours, Mr Merdle.

What, to get their money out?

No, no, no, sir! To get it in!

I'm greatly obliged to you,

er...Mr Gowan,
for undertaking this commission.

I can't think why I never had
my portrait painted before.

If you intend to throw away
100 guineas on a portrait,

you may as well
throw them away upon me.

I am sure you'll do excellently,
Mr Gowan,

and I look forward to making
your better acquaintance

in our characters
of private gentleman.

Private gentlemen?

Well put!

You are very good, sir.

I have not quite forsworn society,
nor been forsworn by it,

since I became a jobbing painter.

Then, um...perhaps you and Mrs Gowan
would do me the honour

of joining us for dinner
this evening.

Delighted, sir.

Now, if you would be so kind as to
remain as still and quiet as you can.

Excellent.

Excellent.

And how is your
charming French friend?

Monsieur Blandois
has returned to London.

And good riddance.

He was amusing company for a time,
but he grew wearisome.

And my dear little wife suspects him
of much more heinous crimes,

don't you, my love?

Lion is dead. He poisoned him.

I'm sure of it.

I believe he is capable of anything.

Yes, we received another letter
from Pet yesterday.

She says she's well and happy,
and I suppose we must believe her.

Why should you not?

You know very well why not, Clennam.

We think that she would have been
a good deal happier,

and we certainly
would have been a good deal happier,

if she had married you instead.

Oh, I doubt that, Mr Meagles.

Well, what is done is done,

and that's an end of it.

She's seeing a good deal of
your little friend Miss Dorrit,

whom she cares for very much,
so that's good news.

Now, what about you?

How's Doyce and Clennam
coming along?

Very well, but I want to ask
your advice about something.

Fire away.

I'm trying to persuade Doyce
to expand the factory.

Excellent idea!

But I need to build up our capital first,
and everyone I speak to says

Merdle is the man.
What's your opinion?

Well, Merdle is a phenomenon. His stocks
seem to double in value every year,

so I would say
get in while you can, my friend.

Mr Meagles!

Will you please come directly?

We have a visitor!

And when did you last hear
of my poor dear fellow?

And the dear pretty one, how is
she faring in her delicate condition?

Have you had later news of her
than I have?

Oh, we heard but yesterday,
both well and happy.

I'm sure it's a great comfort
to know that they continue happy.

I suppose they're as poor
as church mice, Papa Meagles?

They have an allowance from me,
which should be quite sufficient.

I trust they can manage on it.

My dearest Meagles! How can you talk
of managing on their little means?

Well, ma'am, I do have to say that
Henry does anticipate his means.

Well, of course he does!

Remember that my poor fellow
has always been accustomed

to expectations, and now he is
faced with the announcement

that he is to expect a baby,

with all the expenses
attendant upon that.

Well, it is to be hoped that Pretty One
will do everything she can

to keep my poor dear fellow happy.

And also to be hoped
that he does his best to deserve her.

Deserve her?!

Ah-ha! Papa and Mama Meagles,

I think we'd better say
no more about it.

We never did see eye to eye
about the subject,

and I dare say we never shall.

Yes, if we were to say no more
about it, that would be a good idea.

But let us try to be fair.

Don't you pity Henry
and we will try not to pity Pet.

This is not a marriage that any of us
wanted, but it's done now

and we all have to live with it.

Oh, Mr Meagles, what a deceiver
you are, to be sure.

We all know very well
how you schemed for this match,

which I opposed and objected to
from the first to the last,

and only finally gave
my very unwilling consent,

- as Mr Clennam knows.
- Oh, really, ma'am...

Mr Clennam knows nothing of the sort.

Mr Clennam knows
I did my damnedest

to try to prevent my daughter

from marrying your idle,
scoffing, shallow waster of a son!

And by God, I wish I'd succeeded!

Oh, dear.

This only goes to show
how impossible it is

for people from such different
social classes to get along together.

It never does, does it?

Good day.

Would you be so kind as to escort me
to my carriage, Mr Clennam?

Thank you.

Ssh.

Keep it safe now.

Shall we go?

Mr Clennam, ma'am.

Drat me if he ain't come back again!

Oh, good gracious!

Arthur! Doyce and Clennam -
what a surprise and a start!

Yes.
Um... Where have they gone?

Those dear days never to be spoken
of - where indeed?

- No, I meant Miss Wade.
- What?

I came because I am anxious
to speak

with a young woman who is here now,
with Mr Casby no doubt.

Oh! Well, Papa sees so many
and such odd people,

and if it weren't for you,
I should never venture down at all.

But for you, I should go down
in a diving bell!

A young woman? And is she
your young woman, I wonder?

But what is that to do with me?
Those days are long past and forgotten.

I'll go directly. If you'll mind
Mr F's aunt while I'm gone?

None of your eyes at me!

Take that!

Take it!

- Eat it.
- I'm not hungry, ma'am.

Oooh!

He's got a proud stomach, this chap.

Give him a meal of chaff!

She's in fine spirits.

Father will see you now.

- Let me take you down.
- Chaff!

Yes, I'll give him a meal of chaff!

Oh, such an inconvenient staircase!

Would you mind putting
your arm around me, please?

That's better!

Make him eat it up,
every morsel!

Ooh!

Oh! Oh, I do beg your pardon!

Don't tell Papa, whatever you do!

Ah! Ah, Mr Clennam.

Please to sit down.
Please, do sit down.

Miss Wade has already gone?

Oh, to be sure, Miss Wade.
Yes, Miss Wade has gone.

And you wish to see her?
What a pity. What a pity!

She had an attendant with her.
I particularly wanted to speak to her.

Well, yes.

A fine, full-coloured young woman.

Very dark hair, very dark eyes.
And you wished to speak to her, did you?

She appeared to be in some distress.
I wanted to know that she was well.

A fine-looking young woman.

Well, well.

What a pity. If only you had sent in to me
when they were here,

you could have seen for yourself.

Good night, Mr Clennam!

I suppose they were really gone?

Oh, yes. She don't stay long
when she comes.

What do you know about Miss Wade?

She don't know much about herself.

She's someone's child, but as to whose,
she got no more idea than I have.

Never did, never will.

Somebody's left money in trust for her,
and he doles it out.

That's what she come here for.

I saw her with a man, as if she was doing
some kind of business.

If it's a contract,
I hope he's exact in it.

I wouldn't trust myself with her
if I had wronged her.

Good God!

May I know your name, sir,
and your business here?

I might ask the same of you,
my impetuous friend.

I am Blandois of Paris,

here on a matter of confidential business
with the old lady. And you?

- Oh, Lor'!
- Ah, the beautiful Mrs Flintwinch!

Mrs Flintwinch,
Blandois has returned!

Madame will wish
to see me immediately.

Who is it, Affery?

It's Mr Arthur, ma'am,
and that man again.

Monsieur Arthur? The son and heir?

My compliments to you, monsieur!

I am delighted to know you!

- Let them both come up!
- After you, monsieur!

I saw you earlier this evening, sir,
with two ladies of my acquaintance -

a Miss Wade and her attendant,
Miss Tattycoram.

Might I ask what your business was
with them?

Private business, monsieur.

A gentleman never tells
of his business with the ladies.

My dear Mrs Clennam!

May I beg you
to present me to your son?

I fear he is suspicious of me.
He is not polite!

If I were master of this house,
I'd make sure

you never set foot in it, sir.

But you are not, Arthur.
You have resigned from the business,

and who comes to the house and who
does not has nothing to do with you.

Ah!

Charmant! My little pig!

And now, Arthur, perhaps
you would leave us to our business.

I am reluctant to leave you
with this man.

Allow me to know what is best for
the business that you have abandoned.

Good night.

You see, Monsieur Clennam?
I am a friend here.

- A trusted friend.
- I think you are a scoundrel, sir.

Were you anyone else,

I would have struck you dead
for those words.

But as you are the son
of this honoured lady,

I wish you good night, my dear sir.

Affery, what in Heaven's name
is going on here?

I don't know.

I don't know!

You're not to ask me anything!

You mustn't ask me, Arthur!
Go away!

I believe
you have something to hide, madame.

And so,

what I have to sell...

is my silence...

...my discretion.

Goodbye, my dear old Flintwinch!

Now, tell your mistress
she must think again,

or Blandois will bring
her house to ruin.

£1,000, not a penny less.

You know what I have. Hmm?

Make the old lady see sense,

or the House of Clennam,
it comes tumbling down!

Bonne nuit,

little Flintwinch!

- Is he gone?
- Yes, he's gone.

Will she be wanting
her beef tea, Jeremiah?

No, she won't want her beef tea.

Now, just stay down here and stay
out of me way, unless I call for you!

Come up here!

Flintwinch, that man is not to be
admitted to this house again.

Is that wise?

Why should it not be?
What can he know, after all?

Nothing.

Those papers in the box
were destroyed long since.

Weren't they?

- Of course they were.
- Then we have nothing to fear.

We might give him the thousand -
for the sake of peace and quiet.

Flintwinch,
have you taken leave of your senses?

The man knows nothing.

He is not to be seen here again,
Flintwinch. Or heard of again.

Do I make myself clear?

Quite clear.

Good.