All language subtitles for The Moonstone [1972] E01.english

(Shouting and gunfire in distance)

(Explosion)

Keep a sharp lookout, Sergeant.
We haven't defeated them yet.

Sir.

Well! We seem to be in the Treasury.

Fine spoils for our camp followers, Sergeant...
if they could get their hands on them.

We must mount a guard.
There's no point in taking any chances.

Look out, sir!

- Your support here, Sergeant.
- (Men groaning)

Herncastle!

The Moonstone will have its vengeance yet!

On you!

And yours!

He's dead. How?

How? By a mortal wound, I suppose. How else?

Those words he spoke - what did they mean?

I know no more than you do.

He spoke of the Moonstone.

So he did.

And we - you and I -
have spoken of it this many a night.

Do you remember what you said to me?

"It's a thing of legend! It does not exist.

There never was such a diamond
since the beginning of time. It's a fable."

Your words, Frayne.

- You have a dagger.
- Have I?

In its handle there is a precious stone.
A diamond.

A bauble.

Spoils of war.

- I wish to see it.
- To what purpose?

It's not the Moonstone, my dear fellow.

Have I not your word on it?

There never was such a jewel.

- Go about your duties, Sergeant.
- Sir.

We have been friends, Herncastle.

After this... I'm done with you.

(Drumming)

MAN: You there! You!

Have done with that drumming, please.
Do you know this property is private?

Beg your pardon, sir,

but, as you may surmise,
we are travelling conjurors.

It would be an honour
if we were to perform our illusions

in the presence of the lady of the house.

Her ladyship's not at home.

So, you've had a wasted journey.
You'd best be on your way.

In the village you'll be sure of a welcome.

We thank Your Excellency.

Chalo.

(Jingling)

Father, her ladyship wants you this instant.
Who are those men?

- Where did they come from?
- India.

They're conjurors.

So they say.

I'm the last man in the world
to mistrust another person

because he happens to be
a few shades darker than myself...

but somehow, I always think of the family silver
whenever I see a strolling stranger

with manners superior to my own.

Make sure they go on past the lodge.

I'll attend to her ladyship.

(Jingling)

(Jingling continues)

(Sighs)

(Knock at door)
- Come in.

You sent for me, my lady?

Yes, Gabriel.
I have some news that may surprise you.

Mr Franklin has returned
from his travels on the Continent.

He's to arrive here this afternoon,

and will stay until next week
to keep Miss Rachel's birthday.

Now, what have you to say to that?

My lady, if I had a hat,
nothing but respect would keep me

from throwing it up to the ceiling!

You see, Rachel?
Gabriel remembers Franklin with affection.

Affection, my lady?
Why, he was out of all sight the nicest boy

that ever spun a top or broke a window.

- I remember him as an abominable wretch.
- Nonsense.

He was the most atrocious tyrant
that ever tortured a doll.

And the hardest driver of an exhausted little girl
in string harness that England could produce.

His coming here may be a gratification for you,
Mama... and for others.

For myself... I burn with indignation,

and I ache with fatigue,
when I merely think of Franklin Blake.

He will be glad
that you remember him so vividly.

I recall the day Master Franklin left us.

He borrowed from me a ball of string,
a four-bladed knife, and seven-and-sixpence.

Which you never saw again, I'm sure.

- No, Miss Rachel!
- And never will.

Gabriel, will you make a room ready
for Mr Franklin, please?

At once, my lady.

Seeing as how Miss Rachel
seems to be in poor spirits -

what's good news for some
being mortal bad news for others -

might I advise her to read Robinson Crusoe?

There's a book, my lady, I've never found
to fail me in times of doubt and emergency.

Gabriel, what can Robinson Crusoe
have to do with Franklin Blake?

Why, Miss Rachel,
only last night I read on page 158:

"Today we love what tomorrow we hate."

Well, such being the case,
why might not the opposite be just as true?

I think you are impertinent.

Yes, Miss Rachel.

My lady.

I hope I may expect to see some improvement
in your manners before this evening.

"Today we love what tomorrow we hate."

Yesterday I loved the thought of my birthday.
Today I hate it.

Why does he choose now
to come home from his travels?

But he is your cousin.
Why should he not wish to keep your birthday?

A whole week in his company! I think I shall die.

Well,
that would inconvenience your mother greatly.

And it would leave Mr Godfrey Ablewhite
quite inconsolable.

Godfrey...

But of course. He will be here, too.

Mama...

If the occasion should present itself,

please be sure to tell Mr Franklin Blake
how devoted I am to Mr Ablewhite,

adding, if you will,
that I keep his picture in my bedroom.

Well, is it not true?

But why should I divulge such personal matters
to Franklin?

Because it will discourage him
from forcing his presence upon me.

And it will show him that the world has had
the insolence to go on turning in his absence.

Hold out your hand.

Do as I tell you and hold out your hand.

Do you wish to be taken back to London
and left where we found you?

Sleeping in an empty basket in a market?

Look.

(Tapping drum)

Do you see the English gentleman
from a foreign country?

(Slowly) I see him.

Is it on this road, and on no other,
that the English gentleman will travel today?

It is on this road, and on no other.

Has the English gentleman
got what we seek about him?

Yes.

Will the English gentleman come,
as he has promised to come...

at the close of day?

I... I... I can't tell.

You will tell.

I... I'm tired.

The mist rises in my head,

and... and puzzles me.

{Drumming continues)

(Drumming stops)

And I tell you, Father -

when I saw them practising their black witchcraft
on that little fad,

I don't know what prevented my heart
from flying straight out of me.

- Your stays, most likely.
- Oh, Father, don't take it lightly.

What does it mean?

It means that what you heard was them
rehearsing their mumbo-jumbo, like actors.

- Oh, no...
- And it also means

you'd do well to cool down
and leave me to eat my mutton.

WOMAN:
All the hard work falls on my shoulders...

Nancy!

- Yes, Mr Betteredge?
- Why are you turning your back on your dinner?

It's Rosanna.
She's late again, and I'm sent to fetch her in.

- Well, where is Rosanna?
- Atthe sands. Where else?

She had another of her fainting fits this morning
and asked to be let out for some fresh air.

I've no patience with her.

Well, go on back to your dinner, girl.
I have patience with her. I'll fetch her in.

Ah, go on. Off with you.

Father...

That ain't immorality. It's just habit.

(Waves crashing)

So, there you are.

Mr Betteredge...

Well, now, my dear, what are you crying about?

About the years that are gone.

My past life still comes back to me sometimes.

Oh, come, girl. Your past life's all sponged out.

Why can't you forget it?

The stain's taken off,

but the place still shows.

You're late for dinner, Rosanna.

They told Nancy to fetch you,

but I thought you might like your scolding better,
if it came from me.

Very kind, but I don't want any dinner today.

Let me bide here a little longer.

What draws you everlastingly
to this... miserable place?

ROSANNA: I try to keep away from it, but I can’t.

Sometimes, Mr Betteredge...

I think that my grave is waiting for me here.

What's waiting for you
is roast mutton and suet pudding.

Now, this is what comes
of thinking on an empty stomach.

Now, go into dinner directly.

I think this place has laid a spell on me.

I dream of it night after night.

Don't scold me.

You know how grateful I am for your kindness
and my lady's confidence in me.

But it's more lonely for me to be among the other
servants, knowing that I'm not what they are,

than it is for me to be here.

My lady doesn't know,
and the matron at the reformatory didn't know,

what a dreadful reproach honest people
are in themselves to a woman like me.

A thief.

The mistake you made, Rosanna,
was that you didn't get up a company in the City

and rob from thousands,
instead of from just one.

Come, girl. The past's behind you.

Look! The sand shivered. The quicksand.

Isn't it wonderful? And terrible.

MAN: Betteredge!
- Here.

Well, who is it?

Who is it?

Dear old Betteredge! How I've missed you!

- Well, don't you know me?
- Well, can it be..?

I owe you seven-and-sixpence!
Now do you know who I am?

- Oh, Mr Franklin!
- Yes!

Four good hours before we expected you.
Welcome back!

Thank you, Betteredge.
If I'm early, it's because...

Good day to you.

(Tuts) Not even a curtsey!

She's an odd girl.
I wonder what she sees in me to surprise her.

I suppose it's the varnish from foreign parts, sir.

That tongue of yours, Betteredge,
would scrape off any varnish!

I'm glad I found you. I want a word with you
before I meet my aunt and Miss Rachel.

I have a reason for coming
before you expected me.

I suspect that I have been followed in London
for the past three or four days.

So, I travelled by the morning
instead of the afternoon train...

because I wanted to give
a certain dark-skinned gentleman the slip.

Dark-skinned, sir? Could he have been Indian?

Yes, he could. And I know about the Indians
who were at the manor today. Penelope told me.

- You've been to the house?
- Yes. Betteredge...

it's just possible
that my stranger and your three conjurors

may be pieces of the same puzzle.

What do you mean, sir?

Well, you know
my uncle Herncastle died three months ago?

- The wicked colonel, as they call him? Yes, sir.
- And you've heard about his diamond?

- {Chuckles) Oh, that, sir! Yes, sir.
- Why do you laugh?

Well, bless your heart, sir.
All the world knows that ain't a diamond.

No such thing.
It's a piece of crystal he picked up in India.

There couldn't be a diamond that size.

But there is, Betteredge.

And it's here.

Oh, good Lord!

How do you come
to be in charge of the Colonel's diamond?

He has left it to my cousin Rachel in his will.

My father, as his executor,
has given it to me to bring down here.

Did the Colonel give any reason
why he left the diamond to Miss Rachel?

Under the terms of his will,
the diamond is to be given to Miss Rachel

on her first birthday after his death...

..provided my aunt is still alive.

Writing, painting, singing, composing?
Is that all you've been doing abroad, Franklin?

I fear so, Aunt Julia. And borrowing.

Borrowing? Do you mean money?
But you have your inheritance.

Well, if you mean my mother's fortune,
that was more than four years ago.

And it ran through me as if I were a sieve.

There's a hole in my pocket
which nothing will sew up.

JULIA: It's what I've always maintained.

No good ever comes of foreign travels.

Do you find Rachel much changed?

I should scarcely know her.

JULIA: She's greatly admired.
You remember your cousin Godfrey?

- Mama!
- Rachel is devoted to him.

Oh.

How is Godfrey?

He's a most successful barrister.

Everybody loves him. He's on the committee
of nearly every charity in London.

- A truly good Samaritan.
- Indeed?

- Rachel has his picture in a prominent place...
- Mama!

Yes?

We mustn't weary Franklin after his travels.

He said he had some strange news for us.

Well, what is your news?

It... concerns your late brother,
Colonel Herncastle.

My brother? Well?

Well, many years ago in India,
he came into possession of a diamond,

known as the Moonstone.

Some say he obtained it by...

By murder. I've heard the story.

Mama! You never told me.

Your uncle was an evil man.

He returned from India in disgrace,
and led a solitary, vicious, secretive life.

Two years ago, he came here,
if you please, on Rachel's birthday,

to wish her many happy returns of the day.

I turned him from my door.
Will you have some more tea, Franklin?

Mama!

Franklin hasn't finished his story.
I want to hear it.

- Very well.
- Franklin?

Well, because of the diamond,
the Colonel believed his life to be threatened.

By whom?

Its... Indian guardians.

So, when he returned to London,

he placed the diamond in his bank,

with instructions that,
if he should meet his death by violence,

the diamond was to be sent to Amsterdam,

and cut up into six separate stones.

It was his way of saying, "Kill me, and the
Moonstone will be the Moonstone no longer."

It is said that the diamond carries with it a curse.

If so, could that be why
your brother's life was solitary and unhappy?

His own sins were reason enough.
A curse was not necessary.

RACHEL. Go on, Franklin.

When he was dying, he drew up a will,

and asked my father to be his executor.

In it he left the Moonstone... to Rachel.

To me?

To be given to you
on your next birthday after his death.

But why? My uncle was a stranger to me.
I hardly knew him.

In his will,
the Colonel said the diamond would be...

a token of his forgiveness
for the cruelty shown him in this house.

His forgiveness! How dare he?

- May I see the diamond?
- I'm afraid not

I lodged it in the bank at Frizinghall
this afternoon.

I knew my brother.

Forgiveness was not part of his nature.

You say he believed his life to be in danger.

I would like to know
whether Rachel's acceptance of this legacy

might not be attended
with an element of risk to herself.

Oh, Mama! You don't really believe that?

Well?

If the Colonel was ever in some danger,
that was more than 40 years ago.

His enemies are almost certainly dead by now.

Mama!

Very well.

In that case, Rachel's worst enemy will continue,
as always, to be herself.

I'm obliged to you, Franklin.

Bide a moment, girl. What have you got there?

If you please, they're painting
and they've asked for aprons.

- And who might "they" be?
- Why, Miss Rachel and...

and...

If it's Mr Franklin you mean,
his name is as easy to say as any other.

Yes, Mr Betteredge.

Go on, then, girl. Off with you.

Father, you mustn't tease her.

I tease all the servants.

I'm the house steward. It's my privilege.

Then with Rosanna
you must make an exception.

Pshaw!

Can't you tell? She's in love with Mr Franklin.

In love with Mr...?

Good...! I think I've got a mad woman
for a daughter! That girl in love...?

I tell you, she is. I've seen her.

She constantly puts herself in Mr Franklin's path,
her appetite's fallen away,

and from the look of her eyes in the morning,
she spends half the night crying.

Well, what else would you call it?

I grant you
that misery and love are much the same.

And Mr Franklin -
he's got eyes for no-one but Miss Rachel.

Much good it'll do him
when Mr Godfrey Ablewhite gets here.

Pshaw! Love!

Love!

Love?

Love...

What colour shall we paint the door?

Every colour in the spectrum.
First we shall scrape off the varnish.

Then we shall cover the panels with griffins,
birds, flowers...

..and cupids.

But I draw so badly.

Well, there are designs we can copy. Look.

Oh, they're lovely.

- You will have the prettiest boudoir in England.
- Franklin, this is my sitting-room.

- The French would call it a boudoir.
- (Laughs)

And I promise you
we shall finish it by your birthday.

- Now, first...
- Oh, look.

The apron's crushing your flower.

- What a smell of tobacco from your clothes!
- Shall I give up my cigars?

- Oh, pray, don't on my account.
- Too late. I have already given them up.

Now, first we must remove the varnish.

Ah, shouldn't be too difficult.

Excuse me, Miss Rachel. Sir.

Now, the way to use a pumice-stone...

is in this manner.

- Well, you must rub hard! With diligence!
- (Laughs)

RACHEL: Shall I do the bottom half?
- Yes.

- Franklin, this is harder than it looks.
- Oh, goon.

(Sighs)

You are tired. We'll finish it in the morning.

But you promised
it would be finished before my birthday.

- Upon your birthday, I think I said.
- Before my birthday.

Well, if we start early in the morning,
we can finish it long before your guests come.

By then I shall even have had the time
to ride to the bank at Frizinghall

and return with the Moonstone.

It is the most beautiful and expensive casket
I've ever seen.

Mr Godfrey Ablewhite sent it over from
Frizinghall, where he's staying with his sisters.

All Mr Franklin has given Miss Rachel
is a little gold locket.

It's not worth half the money.

But I shall back Mr Franklin to win.

To win what?

Why, Miss Rachel, of course. What else?

Girl, will you learn not to gossip
about the private business of your betters?

A week ago I should have said he might have
saved his breath to cool his porridge.

But now I'm not so sure.

Yes, Father, Mr Franklin's the man.

Father, what are you looking for?

- A hairbrush.
- What in the world do you want with a...

Father? No!

Rachel?

I think you have forgotten to tell me, Franklin,

that, in addition to
your many other accomplishments,

you also have a gift for play-acting.

For acting?

How else am I to take
what you have just said to me?

Except as a display of fine words.

As the truth.

I think not, Franklin.

I have tried as honestly as is in my power...

to tell you of the depth of my regard,
of my devotion, of my...

I am sure that many a lady in France and Italy

has listened to the same speech
and believed every word of it.

But...
I do not have the Continental gift for credulity.

It pleases you to make light of my unhappiness?

I think you are the one who makes light of it.

These avowals are, I suppose, your way of
making the time pass pleasantly in the country.

Oh, how can you say that?
I tell you I love you and...

- (Sighs)
- Confound you, listen to me!

What did you just say to me?

I...

Forgive me.

You must blame the cigars.

The cigars?

You will remember I gave up smoking.
It makes me ill-tempered.

Then perhaps
you had better go back to the cigars.

No.

In one small respect, at least, I shall prove
that I mean what I say. Good night, Rachel.

- Franklin...
- Yes?

Be careful of the wet paint.

- Betteredge.
- Mr Godfrey, how nice to see you again!

Miss Charity, Miss Grace. Pleasant journey?

BOTH: Oh, yes, thank you!
GODFREY: Yes.

How's my aunt and Miss Rachel?

Oh, well, sir. Very well.
They've been looking forward to your arrival.

- Godfrey!
- My very dear Rachel.

How beautiful you look.
Many happy returns of the day.

- Thank you, Godfrey. How are you, Grace?
- Happy birthday, Rachel!

- Oh, thank you. And Charity.
- Many happy returns!

Oh, that carriage - it bounced up and down!
I never left off shrieking.

Neither did!

And how glad I am to see my old friend
Betteredge, wearing so well. How goes it?

Oh, well enough, thank you, sir.

- I always take a chill in carriages.
- So do I.

Then you must go through to the fire.

- Oh, how lovely! Doesn't she look beautiful?
- (Giggling)

- Godfrey?
- Of course.

Thank you for the beautiful casket.

Oh, my dear Rachel...

- Well, sir? Did you get it?
- In here.

- Did you see anything of the Indians?
- Not a glimpse.

But as I travelled with Mr Ablewhite and his
sisters, I was engaged during the journey.

(Chuckles)

(All the women gasp)

GODFREY: Magnificent.
GRACE: Isn't it beautiful?

Exquisite. Quite exquisite.

Oh, I think it's beautiful.

Oh, so do I. You're so lucky, Rachel.

RACHEL: Oh, I never knew
that diamonds of this size existed.

- I don't like it.
- Mama?

This is my house, is it not?

And in it I can say, and I do say,

that I do not like the look of it at all.

Oh...!

- (Grace and Charity gasp)
- Oh, look, Gabriel!

- Oh, very beautiful, Miss Rachel.
- Carbon, Betteredge. Mere carbon, after all.

Godfrey, you must come upstairs and see what
Franklin and I have done to the door of my bou...

..my sitting-room.
We finished it not two hours ago.

Gladly. And then, perhaps,
you'd care to walk with me in the garden.

I come down so seldom,
and stay for so short a time.

You do good works, I hear.

I try to be of use. Not always with success,
but the effort itself is rewarding.

GRACE: Oh, Godfrey lectures beautifully!
CHARITY: Oh, yes, he does.

Rachel.

Grace, Charity, come and see.

- (Sisters giggling)
- Will you come with us, Franklin?

- I thank you, no.
- As you wish.

I think the Moonstone
is only my second-nicest birthday gift.

I wish I could wear it tonight.

Let me see if I can make that possible.

Thank you.

That is your final answer?

It must be.

Then perhaps you wish me to return to London?

To leave here?

Or do you prefer
that I stay on as if nothing had happened?

Godfrey, you have accepted my mother's
invitation, and you are here to meet her guests.

Unless you wish to cause a scandal
in the house, you will remain, of course.

Let us forget what has passed...

and let us be cousins still.

Awkward.

Very awkward.

Miss Verinder...

If ever you go to India,
don't take your uncle's birthday gift with you.

A Hindu diamond
is sometimes part of a Hindu religion.

You mean it might be stolen from me?

My dear young lady, I know a certain city,
and a certain temple in that city,

where, dressed as you are, your life
would not be worth five minutes' purchase.

Oh, how interesting!

Where in India would that be, Mr Murthwaite?

In the city of Benares.

During the last century,
it was stripped of its treasures by the Moguls.

Its greatest treasure was a yellow diamond,

which was torn from the forehead
of a statue of the Hindu god Vishnu.

It's said to have fallen later
into the hands of the Sultan of Seringapatam,

who set it as an ornament
in the handle of a dagger.

During the siege of Seringapatam by the British,
this dagger disappeared.

RACHEL: You are telling me
that this is the same diamond?

MURTHWAITE: I've merely heard stories
of how it came into the possession of your uncle.

Miss Verinder, as a man of science,
may I suggest a procedure

which would save you a world of anxiety about
the keeping of such a valuable precious stone?

- Yes, Dr Candy.
- Let me take it home.

I should heat it to such and such a degree.

Then I should submit it to a current of air.

And, little by little, puff! The diamond
will evaporate, and your troubles with it!

CHARITY: I never heard of such a thing!
- Neither did I. Oh, really!

You're very quiet this evening, Franklin.

- I like to listen.
- Mrs Threadgall, ma'am...

They have some splendid skeletons
at the College of Surgeons.

I recommend the Professor,
your husband, to pay them a visit.

My beloved husband is no more, sir.

The card of a member of the College
will admit him on any day

except Sundays
between the hours of four and ten.

JULIA: Her beloved husband's
no longer with us.

- The Professor is dead.
- Thank you.

I should be delighted to send the Professor my
card, if you would mention his present address.

His present address, sir, is the grave.

The Professor's been dead
for the past ten years.

Good heavens.

- (Grace and Charity laugh)
GODFREY: Grace...

Oh... I do beg your pardon, madam.

I knew it!
You are a young man of a robust appearance,

yet you have hardly eaten a bite
of this delicious repast.

Your hand trembles so much,
that you can hardly hold a wineglass. Nerves.

I gave up smoking a week ago.
I've been sleeping badly.

And as I say, your nerves are out of order.
You need a course of medicine.

- It would achieve nothing.
- Oh, on the contrary.

With respect, sir, in my estimation,

a course of medicine and a course of groping
in the dark mean one and the same thing.

With equal respect, sir,
you are groping in the dark, in search of sleep,

and medicine alone can help you find it.

I've often heard of the blind leading the blind.
Now I know what it means.

- I cannot allow this!
- Dr Candy...

This young gentleman
cast a slur upon my profession.

- Only on the use of medicine.
- Sir, I swear by medicine.

- Then I swear at it!
- Oh, this is intolerable! Will you retract that?

JULIA: This dispute must cease.
- If you please.. listen.

(Drumming in distance)

What is it?

- Come on. Let's go and see.
- Sounds intriguing.

{Drumming)

- Conjurors! Oh!
- {Others comment)

(Grace and Charity talk excitedly)

Frank! Did you arrange this?

(Grace and Charity laughing)

GODFREY:
Are we about to see the mysteries of the East?

I think we are.

(Cheering and applause)

(Cheering and shrieking)

Oh, look.

(Speaks Hindi)

(Gasps and applause)

(Speaks Hindi)

(Silence falls)

I regret that the entertainment is over.

(Groans of disappointment)

Oh, but why?

- It's not fair!
- Maybe he can't do any more, Grace.

You certainly put an end to that, sir.

Yes, er..well, it seemed the best thing to do.

Well, may I ask why?

Franklin...

{Jingling)

(Owl hoots)

Thank you.
Are you sure we can't tempt you, Mr Blake?

It might enable you to sleep,
seeing that you do not believe in medicine.

I thank you, no.

Mr Murthwaite, those three jugglers...

Jugglers?
They were no more jugglers than you or I.

Well, we saw them.

What we saw was a very bad
and clumsy imitation of Indian juggling.

Really?

I've travelled in India,

and unless I'm mistaken,
those men were high-caste Brahmins.

I charged them with being in disguise,
and you saw how it told on them.

GODFREY: It doesn't make sense, sir.
MURTHWAITE: Less sense than you suppose.

These men have doubly sacrificed their caste -

first, by crossing the sea,

and secondly,
by disguising themselves as jugglers.

In their country,
that's a tremendous sacrifice to make.

Perhaps they believe
that the recovery of the Moonstone...

would justify such a sacrifice.

I see that we're of a mind, Mr Blake.

DR CANDY: Upon my soul!

Do you mean that they are thieves?

Uncommon thieves.

These men will await their opportunity
with the patience of cats,

and use it with the ferocity of tigers.

Mr Blake,

you've been carrying this diamond about,
backwards and forwards, here and in London?

You're lucky to be alive.

They would kill?

With as much concern
as you would have for the ash of your cigar.

But they must have seen the Moonstone
on Miss Verinder.

MURTHWAITE:
Undoubtedly. So, what's to be done?

I can answer that.
My late uncle provided a solution.

Tomorrow
the diamond must be sent to Amsterdam.

There it will be cut up into half a dozen stones,
instead of one.

And that will be an end of its sacred identity
as the Moonstone. Capital.

I'll talk to Lady Verinder in the morning.

As for tonight, we must bolt
every door and window in the house.

- And I will loose the dogs, sir.
- Excellent. No, thank you, Betteredge.

With those fellows lurking about, I must see
that my sisters set off home. Excuse me.

DR CANDY:
Yes, I must go, too. Patients, you know.

You might care to share my carriage,
Mr Murthwaite.

Gladly, sir.

- Extraordinary evening.
- Yes.

Dr Candy... if you will accept my apologies...

Oh, my dear boy! No, no. No, all is forgotten.
All is forgotten. Please, please.

GRACE: Oh, no, we don't want to go!
We're having such a lovely time...

(Whispers)

{Owl hooting)

(Whispering)

(Whispering)

Thank you.

Mama, it was a shame
that Grace and Charity had to go so soon.

GODFREY: I'm afraid I'm rather responsible
for that, but I did feel it was getting late.

Your brandy and water, Mr Franklin.

Thank you, Betteredge.

Are the dogs loosed?

Not yet, sir, no. I'll let 'em go last thing.

As for the doors and windows,
I'll see to them myself.

And if it's any comfort, sir...

- Yes?
- On page 161 of Robinson Crusoe it says,

"Fear of danger is ten thousand times
more terrifying

than danger itself when apparent to the eyes,

and we find the burden of anxiety
greater by much

than the evil we're anxious about.”

Now, the man who doesn't believe
in Robinson Crusoe after that

has got a screw loose in his understanding.

Well, the gentlemen may stay up,
if they have a mind to,

but I think you and I, Rachel, should retire.

- Give me the jewel, if you please.
- Whatever for, Mama?

- I will keep it for you.
- But it's mine, Mama.

I hope you will allow me
to keep my own birthday gift.

- Now, don't be headstrong.
- I know just the place for it.

In the Indian cabinet in my sitting-room.

Then two native objects
can admire one another.

But your Indian cabinet has no lock to it.

Good heavens, Mamal Is this an hotel?

Are there thieves in the house?

It's my diamond,
and I shall look after it beautifully.

- Good night, Franklin.
- Good night, Rachel.

Poor man. You look so tired. Try to sleep well.

Good night, Godfrey.

Good night... cousin.

Good night, Mama.

Come to my room in the morning, Rachel.
I shall have something to say to you.

- Mind the paint, Penelope.
- Yes, miss.

Oh, I do think it's beautiful!

There, now.

(Clock chiming)