All language subtitles for Love for Lydia Episode 02

[ Sound of wind blowing
and crows cawing outside ]

[ Loud cawing of crows ]

[ Salvation Army Band playing
"Onward, Christian Soldiers" ]

[ Sound of typewriter clicking;
band music outside ]

[ Opens door ]
Edward.

[ Closes door ]
Edward!

- Oh, in heh? I got Miss hoity toity's
skates like I promised her.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you Mr. Richardson.
Thank you, sir.

[ Clatter of meal utensils ]

[ Chair scrapes floor ]

May I leave the table?

It's usual to wait until
everybody's finished breakfast.

I want to go down
and collect my skates.

But, nobody goes
skating on a Sunday.

- Why not?

A bit...
They just don't.

[ Church bells and typewriter
clicking and coughing outside ]

- Good morning.

[ Slaps stove ]
Christ! As cold as charity.

Oh, it didn't seem
worth lighting it.

Economy or masochism,
I ask myself.

But then today is the day
of unanswered riddles.

I'm on my way to the club, when,
from the should-be empty office

I hear the urgent, albeit intermittent,
clack of the typewriter.

And when I come to investigate...

What brings you into the office
on a Sunday, Clutterhead?

- I...
- Not some local divertissement, surely.

Tragedy at sea, perhaps?

Or, could it, perish the thought,
mean war?

I just thought I'd come
and do the Aspen piece.

This is too much.

For a man who eschews laboring
six days a week to come in on the seventh?

Sprained wrist and all?

- Verily, verily I say unto you,
there shall be more rejoicing

- over one sinner that repenteth...

- Let's have a look?
- No.

The trouble with you is
you're too damn shy.

That's what you gotta
conquer, yourself!

It just needs some work,
that's all.

Prune and polish, prune
and polish, admirable.

We might make a reporter
out of you yet, Clutterhead.

Thank you.

You're chapel, aren't you?

Huh?

Yes, why?

Cause you can come along and
see what you can make of your

Byzantine firebrand's
address, that's why.

Dr. Reed is liable to shake
some life into you chapel girls.

- Aw, but, I...I've got to...
- But me no buts.

The future of the fourth estate
in Evansford is hereby invested in you.

Make a good job of it,
and you can have 200 words

and your first byline.

[ Door slams ]

[ Auntie calls ]
- Lydia!

Oh, damn!

[ Slams door ]

[ Church bells ring still ]

Lydia!

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Opens and closes door ]

[ On the way to church ]

[ Car doors slams ]

[ Church organ heard ]

[ Door slams ]

[ Ladies entering the church ]

[ Edward entering the chapel ]

- Only grace can unloose what
yet we call the seventh seal

With which ignorance, pride
and belief, enmity, self-will,

Lust and covetousness
bind the sinner's heart.

- But how does one
make way for grace

- to enter into a CHILD!
That is the question of

- Top of directory during my ministry
[ This in the chapel ]

- We, we only have I sinned
and done this evil in thy sight

- That thou might speak
justified when thou speaks

- And be clear when thou judges

- Behold, I will shaken
in iniquity and in sin

Did my mother conceive me?
[ This in church ]

[ Chapel ] Women, most mercifully,
are spared the lusts of the flesh

It is the phallus that is
the sign of Satan

- That is what we must fight
in our children

- In our towns from
the day that they are born

- But, how, again I can only answer
you in the words of John...

[ Church ] # [ Unknown hymn ] #

- [ Chapel ] Great there will be times
- "Praise him!"

Before they can run alone
Before they can speak plain

- Before they can speak at all
- "Praise him!"

[ Pastor and congregation
become more emotional ]

[ Preacher/pastor continues inside ]

[ Organ music is heard ]

[ They see each other ]

[ Car door slams ]

[ Door slams ]

[ Daimler motor starts ]

- Aww.
- Come on, Alex!
- Go away.

[ Slap ]

Come on!

Mother, as much as I love you,
would you please go away.

[ Tickling ]

Good Lord.

Is that anyway to greet
your friends of a Sunday morning?

Look, if I'm too early,
I can always call back.

You do that.

- Nonsense.

- Oh! Emma.

Enough of your cheek.

Are you gonna slam me or
you gonna help, old ma'am.

He's awake at least.

You get him up and dressed
by lunch time, and I'll give you a prize.

Oh.
[ Door slams ]

[ Laugh ] You'd be half
enough fool without me.

Thanks.

Ohh, give it back, give it back.

Oh, (century one).

[ Gasp ]

Oh, that's better.

You pooled it?

- Not as far as I know, why?
- Well, huh.

What else is there to do
in Evansford on a Sunday?

I invariably stay in
bed until lunchtime.

Quite often the entire day.
Got a light?

Sorry, no.

- Of course, you don't, do you?
- I'm afraid not.

Never mind.

Now, if you'd pass the gin.
[ Snort, snort ]

Well, it's in the back
of the wardrobe.

[ Opens door ]

You must have more clothes
here than the Prince of Wales.

I doubt it.
Though one tries.

It's amongst the shoes somewhere.

- That's it.

Yes, I'm not given to
keeping gin in my shoes.

Huh, huh. Mother's bent
on reforming me just now.

[ Glasses clink ] And this way,
heh, heh, everybody's happy. Cheers.

You're deplorably lacking
in vices, aren't you?

You drink too much.

- Can be bought.
- But don't you be patronizing!

I say why don't you calm down
and tell me the problem.

It's the Aspens.

Now, don't tell me you
haven't been up there yet?

Yes, I went when you said,
"drinks time Friday".

I got a drink.

I even got my interview,

after a fashion.

It's just...amazing that...
the two old girls and Captain Aspen.

- I've just never met anyone like them.
- Uh, snobby. - Oh, no.

No, well, not with me.

I didn't like him much, but...
the two old sisters, they

fire questions at you
all the time, and

[ Sigh ] they don't pretend
to listen to the answers.

[ Sigh ]

They finished up by asking me
to teach Lydia to skate.

Lydia?

The niece.

My dear fellow,
you're a made man.

Ah, no, I shouldn't think so.

She wasn't too keen. Why, she
hardly uttered the whole afternoon.

It seems too odd then
you must have arised her.

Naw, I thought she was stuck-up.

And when her skates broke,
she threw a terrible tantrum.

No, to tell you the truth,
I was quite glad to see the back of her.

When was this?

Yesterday.

And now?

Well.

- Thinking about it.
- Uh huh.

- Oh, I don't know.

Well, there's something about her.

In a way, I...I wouldn't
mind seeing her again.

What's up, then?

- [ Rollo ]
What's that fellow doing here again?

- [ Auntie 1 ] He's come to see
if Lydia would care to go skating.

- [ Auntie 2 ]
On a Sunday!

- [ Auntie 1 ] What's wrong
with skating on a Sunday?

Nothing in itself, it's just...
well, it's something people don't do.

Oh really?

We don't want Lydia to grow up
a stick-in-the-mud like us, do we?

Oh, that's as may be,
we don't want her

gadding about with persons
of no-account from the town.

- Least of all on Sunday.

- Bearing get a bad name.

Oh, nonsense.

Juliana, go and fetch her.
Bring her down.

Hm.

Very well.

I say, it's an awful way
to carry on, if you ask my opinion.

I wasn't aware
that anyone had.

Remember her mother.

(Edward), don't!

- Don't blame me if she
turns out the same way

with you two pandering
to her all the time.

[ Opens and closes door ]

[ Door opens and closes ]

- This is uncommonly good
of you, Mr. Richardson.

You must find Lydia
very young for her age.

Oh, I...I don't know.

I blame her father...my brother.

He didn't seem to realize the needs
for the child, a motherless girl.

He was very good with horses.

[ Whisper ]
Oh?

But, uh...this is between
ourselves you understand.

Oh, of course.

Actually, I was appalled.

It seems that for years
her sole companions

were a governess
and the gardener's daughter

with the result
that you see now.

But have a care,
Mr. Richardson.

- I'll do my best.
- No, no, no.

I mean it.
She's lamentably backward

and more shy, if possible,
huh, than you are yourself.

But, underneath, I fancy,
all kinds of things seethe.

See who's here.

Mr. Richardson.

You remember Mr. Richardson?

- Hello.
- Yeah.

Mr. Richardson has called
to ask you to go skating.

Haven't you?

Yes.

- You'd like to go skating, Lydia,
wouldn't you? - Yes.

Well, then you'd best
be off, hadn't you?

Yes, indeed, you won't
have much time as it is.

Why, pray?

Well, if she's to be back in time
to change for the evening service.

Well, if she's to do that it's
hardly worthwhile her going at all.

But the family always goes
to evening service, Bertie.

Thank you, Juliana,
I think I know my duty.

We'll call by for you
with the car.

But what about her clothes?

One doesn't go to church
in skating clothes.

- It's not often the Lord
sends such a frost.

- So we have to put up with
her appearance

and be satisfied with her
presence at evening service.

- You ought to be going!
You ought to be down there

enjoying yourselves.

- Heh, heh.

The door, Mr. Richardson.

Young men don't seem to be
very well trained these days.

- Uh?
- Goodbye.

[ Sounds of voices ]

I'm glad you came back.

I wasn't sure you wanted
to come out again.

[ Screams and hollering ]

[ Dog barking ]

- Careful!

That's the river.

First time it's frozen over in
I don't know how many years.

Shall we go on it?

It's 18 feet deep there.

So?
I dare you!

No.

But I can put my foot on it.
It draws.

Come away!

Did I scare you?

Did you think I meant it?

No.

Oh, I believe you did.

I wouldn't have insisted it
the way you stood there.

If it freezes...will you,...
dare you, come on it?

We'll see.

I shall make you.

[ Daimler horn honking ]

Not yet. Show you!

Leave your skates please.

I'll take care of those.

Shall you pick me up tomorrow?

Yes,...unless Bretherton
has a need for me.

Well, if he does, you'll just
have to do it quickly won't you?

- Or not do it at all.

Here.

Then we'll meet here tomorrow.

Yes.

Same time?

All right.

Good.

[ Daimler drives away ]

- What's this?

- A late lunch or
a very early night?

I just thought I'd go
and do the rounds.

Rounds?

What rounds?

Could you speak plain English?

Could you bear to make
yourself intelligible?

Uh, the police station,
fire station, hospital, you know.

Well, you said the reporter had
to get out and find the news.

Where's your piece about
the firebrand minister?

Doctor Reed, it's over there
on your desk, 200 words exactly

- not counting my byline.
- And the Aspen story?

That's there, too.

Clutterhead, the shock may
prove too much for me.

What's got into you?

Must be the weather, huh.

- Can I go now?
- Yes, yes indeed, yes.

Never let it be said that I
stood in the way of this

- sudden excess of zeal.
- Thank you. [ Door slams ]

Richardson!

Well you got here, then?

Yes.

[ Crowd noises ]

I pulled the skates.

Good.

[ Laughing ]

[ Screams and laughter ]

And how did you escape
Mr. Bretherton today?

Easy. I didn't go into
the office at all.

There's one thing I don't
understand about you.

Only one?

You're being paid to do
what you want to do

and yet you hate it.

Well, I want to write

what I want to write.

Don't you see?

Hmm, not altogether.

From inside.
Not to order.

Then again, I suppose
I ought to be out and about.

In the world, I mean.

Other places.
Other people.

New experiences.
Raw material.

I'm learning nothing.
I'm feeling nothing.

I'm observing nothing.

It's just...

It's all the same.

Well why don't you?

- Why don't I what?

Get out.
Pack a bag and go.

'Millwoods Cemetary, 5.00pm,
be there!'

[ Sound of crumpling paper ]

[ Door opens and closes ]

[ Crowd hollering and laughing ]

Would you rather not?

What?

Just something Miss Bertie said.

Oh, yeah. No, I had a bad fall
when I was a child.

Now it's past.
Scared by a pig.

Anyway he sold the pony, and
he employed a governess.

She was called Miss Crunch.

- [ Laughing ]
- She wasn't exactly stimulating

as a teacher, but she did see that
my hair was kept in pigtails.

Shall I take you
somewhere else?

Don't you dare!

I want to go everywhere.

See everything.

Know everyone.

Like you.

You really like Evansford?

Don't you?

I grew up here.

I know it too well.

There's nothing I want in it.

To me it's ugly
and I'm locked in.

Thank you.

I was in a...
a sort of a prison, too.

In Leicestershire?

Father hunted pretty well nonstop.

Sometimes I didn't see
him for days together.

You must have
been very lonely.

Are you?

Yes.

Well I, I wouldn't have
thought it, I mean

with both your parents and knowing
everyone in a place of this size.

Well, that's just the trouble.

Father never seemed to grasp
that I might need company.

And yet, on my birthdays
and at Christmas times

and yet, and he'd fill the house with
all the children he could get hold of.

With so many I couldn't...
I couldn't cope at all

I'd just break down and howl.

I think he wanted a son.

Oh...perhaps it was that Mother...

I can't really remember
her at all, just...

just a scent sometimes...

a feeling of a...
of a warm prescence, that's all.

Oh, Father and I...
well, we lived in the same house.

We saw each other every day.
Took most of our meals together,

except on hunting days.

But...we never really
made contact, until...

It was July.

I was seventeen.

I'd been sent up to my room,

like a child, to rest.

It was too hot to sleep, so

so I sat at the open window.

Father came riding
out of the (heedays).

He was with a woman.

She was wearing a...
a soft white silk riding skirt.

I knew her.

I knew she was married, too.

He dismounted first...and tethered
his horse under the cedar tree.

And she just sat there.

He came back to her.

He held up his arms.

She smiled.

She slipped slowly down
the flank of her horse, and...

Well, it...I'd actually never seen
two grown-up people

kissing each other before
except to say hello.

I heard her laughing

as Father ruffled her hair
and kissed her again.

I saw her...brushing
his face with her lips.

Teasing him and...
waiting to be kissed again.

Must have been
quite a shock.

Oh, no.

Or rather...
yes, it was a shock.

Bit it was like
waking up, too.

What did you do?

Oh, I...I went for long walks
with the gardener's daughter.

Sometimes we took food.

On hot days we...we'd lie
under dark spruce boughs

talking of love

and how you did it.

And what it did to you.

Oh, come, let's have
some fish and chips.

Ah, not in there.

But, why?

Why, it looks fun in there.

I don't think it's
quite the place for you.

You sound just
like my governess.

Well, I'm not taking you.

What is good enough for all those
people is good enough for us, isn't it?

No.

That's because you're
really an awful snob.

You're too uppish
to be seen in there.

It's not myself, it's you.

Are you going to take
me in or aren't you?

No, I'm not.

Lydia, wait!

All right, I'll take you.

- How are your folks, then?

- Well enough, thanks for asking.
- That's the idea.

[ Cash register ring ]

I couldn't tell you what it's like
to be out of that house.

Your aunts are rather splendid.

Oh, they're dear.

There's one that's expired.
[ Cash register ring ]

I don't know that I'd
go quite that far.

But he is.

And then that (fokkership)
standing up doing the dishes.

Not as sponger.

(And they're hepuset, too.)

This is fun.

- [ Laughs ]
- Seems like it's better than dishes.

Just cherries.

It's better to do
the things that I want to do.

Well, one of these days
I shall refuse.

Not if you know
what's good for you.

[ Opens door ]

- Well, if it isn't greykin suit.

[ Closes door ]

- Be you'd best step inside.
- Naw, I won't keep you.

- Ohh-ah.

It's about the boy?

Yeah, I'm afraid so, yes.

Well?

He didn't come in last afternoon.

Not for more than five minutes
the day before.

Today, he hasn't graced
us with his presence at all.

- His father know's he's not been here.

Yeah, that's what
I want to find out.

You see, I know he'd rather
write for himself than for me.

And I'm not a man to want
to spoil anyone's fun.

But the paper can't.

No paper can carry passengers.

That's fair.

What are we to do?

Don't worry, I'll roast his ears,
now I know the score.

Yeah, it's all right. Best you sort
it out between yourselves.

It may be, I can talk
to him myself...later.

Yeah.

Leave it to me.

- That was...
- I heard.

[ A night of skating ]

[ Laughing ]

[ A night of fish and chips ]

I suppose some...well, I mean really,
it's my job to know.

Do you mind if I ask you
how your father died?

Oh, it was a hunting accident.

Oh.

- Couldn't have made vaguest of difference.
I hardly knew him, I told you.

Shall we come tomorrow?

Oh, well, that depends
on Bretherton.

Who cares about Bretherton?

If you don't like him,
just walk out.

It's not that easy.

Of course it is.

There's a lot of unemployment
in Evansford at the moment.

You're too serious about things.

What about the river.
Shall we try the river tomorrow?

Well, that depends on
whether the ice will bear us.

It depends on Bretherton.
It depends on the ice.

You keep saying, "It depends."

If we want to do it,
we just do it. Don't we?

All right.

If the snow stops.

There you go again.
It's got to stop.

And I shall hate you
if you're late.

You won't be late, will you?

No.

- [ Laughing ]
- Snowing awfully hard,

so I'll walk up
to the house with you.

No...No, I'll run.
I'll run to the end of the avenue

and then shout.

You answer, say "Goodbye."

All right.
[ Gate creaks open and shut ]

Shout hard and then I'll
hear you and be all right.

You will, won't you?

Yes.

[ Wind howling;
running footsteps heard ]

- Goodbye!
[ Dog barks ]
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

[ Softly ]
Goodbye.

[ Shovels scraping snow ]

[ Coughing; door opens ]

[ Hacking, then spits ]

- Good afternoon.

Good bloody night, more like.

[ Spits ]

Would you...?

Could you spare me your
attention for a moment?

Oh, very good of you.

Would it be too much
to ask you to approach

so that I don't have to raise
my voice to talk to you?

[ Outside show shoveling
still heard ]

Thank you, because you see
I do need to talk to you

in fact the occasion
seems somewhat overdue.

What about?

Among other things, Clutterhead,
what might be charitably described

as your inexactitudes.

Sir?

For instance.

In the matter of the late
Charles Elliott Aspen, this, uh,

long-nurtured essay of yours.

Sixty, you say he was?

How did that get in?

What inspired that
particular perpetration?

You guessed it, didn't you?

Those old virals is up at the house
are seventy, if they are a day,

and he was the eldest,
you blithering fool!

'It is understood, that Mrs. Aspen
predeceased her husband by some years.'

Predeceased for Christ's sake.
Who told you that?

- Well, I was given to understand...
- She's alive!

She lives in London.

We then come to
a further masterpiece.

'It is understood that the deceased,
after a sudden collapse,

died of heart failure.'

Understood, understood!

Every bloody thing in
this piece is understood!

Didn't you know that he
fell from a blasted horse?

- I do know.
- Yes! Well in future

dont' try to understand things.
Just get the facts!

Where were you yesterday?

Skating.

And the day before that?

Skating.

And I suppose you're planning
to go skating again today, are you?

Well, you're not going
to have it!

I won't stand for you
wandering around the

countryside during working hours
inventing this...palpable dribble!

In future stay in this office,
do you hear?

Sit by that telephone.

Wear your sensitive ass out
until something comes to you.

[ Exhales ]

Give me strength.

Stay in this office!
Do you hear?

I've left the job.

But why?

Well, you always wanted me to make
something of myself, didn't you?

It's not a good time
to be looking for work.

Well, I just thought
I'd tell you, that's all.

[ Fork clatters down on plate;
opens door and closes it ]

Sometimes I just don't
know what to make of him.

I put the thought in his head.
Perhaps it's my fault.

But, to leave his job
with nothing to go to.

He's not been happy
there for a long time.

Being happy in your work
isn't everything.

It is when you're his age.

What are we to do?

Is Miss Lydia in?

Why Mr. Richardson she just
went down to your office

to look for you.

On, thank you.

Where have you been?

What's going on?

The river's frozen over.

- Is it safe enough to skate
on Saffer's house?

(Well, just pick up
where they say.)

I've quit the job.

Hurray!

- You really have a chance
to show us what you can do today.

- On my own!

We don't seem to see
a lot of you Ricky.

No.

Mother keeps saying it's
a long time since you've

been to the farm for tea.

Yes.

Well, the truth is old Bretherton's
been keeping my nose to the grindstone.

Is she your girl?

Oh, good Lord, no.

(Not a seat to serve by.)

Why did you lie
to her, then?

I wanted us to be alone.

Lydia!

Lydia!

[ Laughing ]

Be careful of the river!

Lydia, no!

Lydia!

[ Sound of wind blowing ]

[ Softly ]
Lydia.

Lydia.

For God's sake.

Did you think I'd gone?

Did you think I'd run away?

No, not yet, my darling.