All language subtitles for The.Pursuit.Of.Love.S01E02.720p.Bluray.x264-carved

I think Linda's marriage
was a failure

almost from the beginning.

She and Tony Kroesig
were married in February,

had a hunting honeymoon

and were settled down for good
in Bryanston Square by Easter.

Morning.

Tony started working
in his father's old bank

and prepared to step
into a Conservative seat

in the House of Commons...

...For extending to me
its usual general indulgence...

...an ambition
which was very soon realised.

Hear, hear!

You were kind to give me
such a wonderful present!

The Kroesigs
thought Linda Radlett

affected, eccentric
and extravagant.

The Radletts
considered Tony Kroesig

a pompous, money-grubbing ass.

Consider making some
judicious investments

in America.

You might be glad
to go there yourself.

There's not a war.

I may be old,

but I can still shoot,
damn you!

I loathe abroad!

Nothing would induce me
to live there!

And as for foreigners,
they're all the same -

they all make me sick!

And did the necklace cost

all the thousand pounds
I sent you?

Oh, well,

I thought you'd want me
to buy one thing with it

and always remember
who gave it to me.

Er...no, dear.

You should have asked Tony
to invest it for you,

or spent it on
entertaining important people

who might have been of use
to him in his career.

There's no such thing as poverty!

Just people who are bad
at their jobs, and idle.

The only mental qualities
necessary for survival

are those which produce money.

Why do you think people
who already have plenty of it

want to lock themselves away

from God's fresh air
and blue skies

simply in order to make more?

Do try to behave like an adult.

But Linda, being What she was,
kept up a perfect shop front

and I never really knew
much about it.

Oh, no, I haven't seen
Linda Radlett for ages!

In a way, it was wonderful
to be away from her

and all the raging scenes
in the hall at Alconleigh

that Christmas.

- Fantastic!
- You loved it?

- Oh, I haven't read it.
- Oh!

And to find my heart wasn't racing

and my stomach churning
all the time.

Linda?!

Oh.

Oh, yes.
W comes after V.

Famously.

You're the one who's not
a bright young thing.

I suppose so.

Gosh!

Don't you love a bookshop?

- I do.

It was a happy time,

and I got happily married
to Alfred Wincham,

then a young don
at St. Peter's College, Oxford.

Oh, Alfred!
Oh!

Let's go over here.

I have been with this kind,
scholarly man ever since...

You've never been more...sexy!

Just pull it off that way!

- Alfred!
- Oh, sorry, darling!

...finding in our home
at Oxford that refuge

from the storms
and puzzles of life,

which I suppose
I always wanted.

One...one moment!
One moment!

I'll just get my trousers...

Oh, creases!

- Right.
- Oh!

Mm, Fanny!
Mm!

Not digestives,
my favourite food!

Mmm!

It's so nice here!

Oh, thank you!

The wallpaper!
And these curtains!

Where did you find them?!

Gosh, Fanny,

- you are lucky to be you!
- Oh. Well, it's nothing like

- as grand as Bryanston Square.
- Oh, no!

It's huge and empty there!

I miss the hours of cheerful bustle

and pointless chatter at Alconleigh.

Yes, but when you were there,
you always wanted to escape.

Oh, no, I know!
Oh!

I'm in pig.
What do you think of that?

Fancy that!
I am, too!

No!

Fanny! Oh, my goodness!
Look, I'm so fat!

I'm so fat!

Oh!

Fanny!

Oh, it's so lonely without you!

Oh, Fanny, the horror
of important people!

You are lucky not to know any.

Ladies.

Oh, I do like that Alfred of yours!

Yeah?

Mm. He has such a clever,
serious look.

What pretty little darn babies
you'll have!

Oh! Gosh, I do feel so ill!

Linda's child, a girl,
was born in October.

She was very ill indeed
at her confinement.

Oh, darling!

Hello.

Not to scare you,

but it was absolutely the worst thing

that's ever happened to me.

How can Ma have done it six times?

I know.
I'm absolutely terrified.

Davey keeps trying to tell me

what a wonderful clear-out it'll be.

So, what are you going to call her?

And where is she, anyway?

The sister's room.

- It shrieks.
- Hmm.

Moira, I believe.

Not Moira.
Darling, you can't!

Tony likes it.

He had another sister
called Moira who died.

Their old nanny told me

it was all because his sister Marjorie

whacked her on the head
with a hammer

when she was four months old.

- Can you believe it?!
- Oh, dear!

And they call us
an uncontrolled family!

Why, even Fa never tried
to murder anybody!

Well, all the same,
I don't see how you can saddle

the poor little thing
with a name like Moira.

It's too unkind.

It'll have to grow up a Moira

if the Kroesigs are going to like it.

And they may as well like it because,
frankly, I don't.

Linda, how can you say that?

You can't possibly tell

Whether you like her or not yet.

- Wait till you see her.

You must be the cousin
I've heard so much about.

- Do you want to see the baby?
- Yes.

Poor thing,
it's really kinder not to look.

Pay no attention to her.

She pretends to be a wicked woman,

but it's all a put-on.

Poor soul!

She must've caught sight of
herself in a glass somewhere.

Ah!

But Linda's so young!
You both are, Fanny.

I don't believe very young mothers

ever get wrapped up in their babies.

Just like the Bolter.

She was too young to be adoring.

I'm perfectly adoring.

And Linda really seems
to loathe Moira.

So like Linda.

She has to do things by extremes.
Ha!

Oh, no tea for me,
please, Fanny.

- I'm on a new diet.
- Ooh!

One meal white, one meal red.

It's doing me so much good.

So, you won't be wanting
any chocolate cake, then?

Er...no, chocolate counts as red.

Surely that's obvious?

- Well, Ok.
- Thank you.

She's been terribly ill.
Sadie was in despair.

Twice, they thought she would die.

The doctor said to never
have another child.

It would almost certainly kill her.

Don't talk of it.

I can't imagine the
world without Linda.

He was right,
it was an impossible concept.

LINDA: Sh!

- Sh-sh-sh!

...Whispered Freckles,
on the alert.

Somebody else
was in the barn besides them.

Should we take her to see the park?

Sorry?

Moira. Should we take Moira
to see the park?

No, thank you.

I've already seen it.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm reading to my babies.

Oh, don't talk nonsense!

Get up! God's sake!

I'm taking you out!

Linda then proceeded

to fritter away
years of her youth

with nothing whatever
to show for them.

She became what's known
as a society beauty.

Fashionable young men
cluster round her

like bees around honey.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Chat, chat, chat!

At the cinema,
theater, opera, ballet,

dinner, supper, nightclubs,

parties, dances,
all day, all night -

endless, endless chat.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Hello, Fanny, darling!

What are you doing here?

You invited me.

Yes, I did, of course I did,
but...

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

...that was...that was
for lunch at noon.

It's...ten to twelve now.

Oh!

Well, I did get scared

once I heard the birds tweeting!

Oh, dear,
I've been up all night chatting!

Oh, come on, darling Fanny,
let's have lunch in bed!

My feeling is,
is that Linda is in real pain

and she's only disguising it
with a lot of chatter.

If she had had
an intellectual background,

the place of all
this pointless chatter

might have been taken by
a serious interest

in the arts, or by reading.

- Hey, give my doggy back!
- David!

- It's mine!
- It's mine now!

Give him the doggy back! David!

Yes, I suppose

she should have become
a terrible bore by now,

but she isn't quite one yet.

Of course she isn't.
Linda's extraordinary!

It's your best friend you're
talking about here, Fanny.

Don't hate me, Davey.

But how she treats that poor child

is appalling, darling.

She's completely abandoned
her to Surrey

to be brought up by the Kroesigs.

She doesn't even have affairs!

I don't see what she gets
out of her life -

it must be dreadfully empty!

It's all frittery and silliness
with Linda.

Linda believes in love!

She...
She's passionately romantic!

Casual affairs would be

of absolutely no interest to her.
One only hopes

that when the next irresistible
temptation comes,

it will not prove to be another Bottom.

I suppose she really is
just like your mother, Fanny.

And all of hers have been Bottoms.

Poor Bolter!

She's happy, though, now,
isn't she,

with her Italian count?

Linda's not like my mother.

Tony is a frightful Counter Hon,

and the people who love her

should really be more sympathetic.

I called Linda, who asked me
to go with her to visit Moira,

now seven years old
and living permanently

with her grandparents in Surrey.

Here you are!

Hello.

Tony and Moira have gone riding.

I thought you might have passed them.

- Oh. No.
- Now, I must warn you,

we have something of a rough
diamond coming for lunch.

He's by way of being
rather a Communist.

Clever chap gone wrong.

Son of a dear old professor
who lives in the village.

I always think it's as well
to see something

of these left-wing fellows.

If people like us are nice to them,

they can be tamed wonderfully.

Hello.

Welcome!
Splendid you could come!

No, Moira,
no cake before fruit.

Oh, Tony,
let her have a piece of cake.

Not until she's eaten her fruit!

It's all right, Moira,
you can have a piece of cake.

- No, she can't, Linda.
- Have some cake, Moira.

What does your father write about?

The plight of the working man.

Well, I hate the lower classes!

Ravening beasts
trying to get my money!

Well, let them try, that's all.

Oh, shut up, Tony!

You wouldn't say that

if you'd grown up in the country.

Nobody ought to be
in Parliament who hasn't.

We've all lived in the country.

Do put that dormouse away, Linda.

Surrey is not the countryside!

- Your pa's not exactly

a man of the people, Linda.

I mean, for God's sake,
he's against women

being let into the Lords

in case they use
the peers' lavatory!

It's the kind of thing

that gives the man on the street

the impression we're governed
by a lot of lunatics!

We are governed by a lot of lunatics.

The USSR, Norway and Mexico

are the only places worth living in.

Everywhere else is horror.

Fascism in Italy,

Nazism in Germany,
civil war in Spain,

inadequate socialism in France,
tyranny in Africa,

starvation in Asia,
reaction in America

and right-wing blight
here in England.

Yes. Tony's frightfully right-wing.

He really rather loves Hitler.

We have financial interests
and many relations in Germany.

- Really?
- Charming chap, Mr Hitler.

I went to see him in Berlin,

and got taken for a drive
in a Mercedes-Benz

by Heinrich Himmler.

The only medicine is Communism.

Come back to mine for tea,
will you?

And meet my father?

You'd like him.

And Linda did just that...

...leaving the Kroesigs to behave

for the rest of the afternoon

like a lot of hens
who have seen a fox.

That really is rather too bad of Linda.

Moira was looking forward
to showing her the ponies.

WOMAN: Cuckoo!

Oh, who's that?

- Who?
- That?

Oh!

Linda returned
just in time for dinner,

looking very beautiful.

She had a father and a mother,

and they all lived together
in a house...

Christian's father is an absolute darling!

He lives in the
smallest house imaginable,

but it's packed with books!

Oh, God, he's perfect heaven!

I can see you mean
Christian is perfect heaven.

No, it was...

It was just so nice to talk about the...

...the betterment of the world.

Instead of the way Tony talks,

which is all about
what jobs his friends get,

and I just want to fall asleep!

Fanny...
Oh, don't look so worried.

It's not sexual,
it's a meeting of minds.

- Ah!

Just o-open the window,
will you?

Of course I won't!

You must,
or he'll fall off and die!

Linda, if I let him in, he'll
create heartache and danger.

- You never think, Linda!
- Well, you think too much!

- Oh, God!

Look, let him in,

or I shall stand up out of the bath

and let him in myself!

You wouldn't dare!

- You know I would.
- Linda, if you don't

draw the line somewhere,
nothing will ever be enough!

But I don't want just enough!

You've got to start believing
in something other than love!

What else is there?

Come fight the Fascists
with me, Linda.

Well...

Oh!

I'd better get dressed first.

Linda was a plum
ripe for the plucking.

The tree had been shaken.

The comrades were sent

large quantities of tinned milk...

She threw discretion
and what little worldly wisdom

she may have picked up
to the winds.

...common example of
the workers of Soviet Russia.

Please donate generously!

She became an
out-and-out Communist,

and bored everyone to death
at the dinner table.

Finally,

to the infinite relief
of the Kroesigs,

she went off to live
with Christian,

and Tony started proceedings
for divorce.

Divorce?!

This was a great blow
to my aunt and uncle.

You'll be banned from the house.

Your sisters will be banned
from seeing you!

No decent man
will marry any of them now!

An adulterous woman

is the single
most disgusting thing there is!

I don't like the light-hearted way

you abandoned little Moira, Linda.

Well, bolting's in the blood!

Meanwhile, our littlest
had started kindergarten,

and I gave Alfred breakfast
in the garden to celebrate.

No-one but us until four.

Mm!
Peace!

Mm! Look at those roses!
Oh!

Isn't it heaven, our little life?

Yes.

Or not.

Yes, but that's the marmalade spoon.

Don't put it in the jam.

Fanny, darling?

I know you're still cross with me,

but please, can you not be?

I've come here

because I desperately need a drink!

Oh, dear.

It was all so pointless
in that big, huge house,

and it does seem unfair
to have to go on feeling

so dreadfully unhappy
for the rest of one's life.

Of course you shouldn't be unhappy

for the rest of your life.

So, what is your life?

I'm a Communist, you know.
We both are.

And I'm living with Christian
in his flat.

Very small.

Which is just as well, because
I'm doing all the housework!

Hmm. And I don't seem
to be very good at it.

I mean, the oven!

I don't wonder some people
put their heads in them

and leave them there
out of sheer misery!

Darling, might I get another drink?

So, how has Tony taken it?

He's awfully pleased, actually.

- OK.
- Yes.

Cos now he can marry his mistress

without having a scandal

or upsetting the Conservative Association.

- Who is she?
- She's called Pixie Townsend.

You know the sort -

young face,

white hair dyed blue!

She's a terrific Counter Hon,
but she lives near Plains

and adores Moira,

and she's good at everything I wasn't,

like Conservatism and golf!

- Yes, I think I saw her there.
-Hmm!

Yes.

Oh!

Well, I'm only too thankful
I found out she exists.

Because now I needn't feel
in the least bit guilty.

I do think it's unfair
that when I'm unfaithful,

it's disgusting,

but when Tony is,
no-one bans him from anything!

Please say something.

No-one will be happy
if you're not happy,

and especially not Moira.

And after all,
our children's well-being

is all that really matters in the end.

And now you can settle down
with Christian

and you can have a wonderfully
fulfilling married life,

like you never could have with Tony.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
he's heaven!

So, what's he like?

Oh!

You just can't think

what an extraordinary man he is!

Oh, he's so...

...detached from other human beings.

He's just...
He only really cares for ideas.

Oh, Fanny,
it's so nice to chat!

I really...

I miss it!
With the comrades,

they never chat, they just...

They make speeches all the time.

It only ever took half an hour
in her company

before I had forgiven her
all over again.

Whatever happens,
I shall always be on your side.

Oh, that's all that really matters!

Oh, thank God you didn't ban me!

I'm lost without you!

Course not.

Hmm!

Darling, I must go.

But it has...

...so cheered me up,
seeing you.

Hmm!

Hello.

Linda and Christian Talbot?!

I can't leave England without
her getting herself mixed up

with some thoroughly
undesirable character!

I desperately need a drink!

And so do my dogs!

I think her...her...
her marriage to Tony

has been rather unhappy.

Well, naturally,
nobody expected her to stay with Tony,

but the point is, she jumped
out of the frying pan

into the empty grate!

No! No! No!

Not water, Fanny, no.
Whisky!

Oh!

I think it is partly the Communism

that attracted her,
cos she felt the need of a cause.

Christian is an attractive fellow,

I do see he provides

a perfect reaction from Tony,
but it's a disaster!

If she's in love with him,

he's going to make her miserable!

Is she in love with him?

Well, if she's not,

she's embarking on a career
like your mother's.

Which, for Linda,
would be very bad indeed.

Well, Linda's not like my mother.

She just needs to spend
five minutes on her own!

I know Christian from a child.

He's a man who moves through
the world, attached to nobody!

I expect he's hardly aware
Linda's even moved in on him!

That's rather what Linda

has just been saying.
Oh, so she's noticed it

already, has she?

Well, she's not stupid.

What are they living on?

Very little,
and in Christian's tiny flat.

Matthew's cut her off completely.

I hear the Kroesigs
go about saying that

there's one good thing -
she's sure to starve.

Oh, they do, do they?

Write Linda's address down,
please.

You don't happen to know
what the daily consumption

of milk is in Vatican City,
do you?

No.

No, I don't. I'm sorry.

Goodbye, Fanny.

I shall have to see what I can do.

- Come on!
- Right.

- Come on!

What he did was to present Linda

with the freehold

of the prettiest little doll's house...

...far down Cheyne Walk,

on that great bend of the river
where Whistler had lived.

The Bryanston Square house

had been dark, cold

and pompous.

The only thing of beauty in it
was a painting

of a fat, tomato-coloured
bathing woman,

which Lord Merlin had given
Linda to annoy the Kroesigs.

The picture was wonderful
in Cheyne Walk.

You could hardly tell

where the real
water reflections ended

and the Renoir ones began.

So, will Christian be moving in?

Oh, yes, of course!

But just for the moment,

I am free as a bird!

At last!

"On way Hollywood.
Don't worry. Jassy."

Aunt Sadie and Uncle Matthew

were now presented with crises...

What?!

...in the lives of
two more of their children.

Hollywood?

- What?!
- Well, that's most peculiar!

I mean, she's never shown

the slightest interest in the cinema!

Oh, yes. Jassy's in love
with a film star...

...called, er...

...Larry Boon,

or...or Barry Loon,
I can't remember which.

He's in that pirate flick,
you know?

She wrote to Hollywood
to ask him if he were married.

She said if he wasn't,

she was going straight out there

to marry him herself.

So I suppose she got a letter
saying he's not married

and just went off.

It's lucky she had
her running-away money.

Are there any more sausages,
Mum?

It turned out Larry Boon
was not even a hero,

he was just an ordinary pirate.

So far, he doesn't have much
to recommend him!

He's terribly good
at shinning up and down ropes.

Look, Matthew,

he's got an entrenching tool
just like yours!

Maybe that's what awakened

some hereditary emotion
in Jassy's bosom.

What does a fellow want to do that for?!
Bloody fool!

He should've known
there'd be an ambush there!

I don't think much of the cove.

Oh, I think he's divine!

No discipline, needs a haircut!

I wouldn't wonder if he drinks!

Sh!

Uncle Matthew seemed
to be mellowing

with age and misfortune,

and was warming to Lord Merlin,

who he no longer called depraved,

and whose very comfortable house

he was no longer adverse to visiting.

Oh, God!
What the...?

Don't be scared,
Matthew, darling.

Moti is almost completely domesticated.

Much like you!

How do we get her back?
We can't send Linda after her.

It's no good sending one bolter
after another!

Hmm.

Jassy, you can't possibly marry
a man you've only just met!

But I'm madly in love with him.

Yes, but you can't
start a life with someone

based only on romance and excitement,

or you'll run off with the next
person who turns your head

and cause chaos and
confusion for everyone!

Marriage is wholemeal bread,

it's not ambrosia and honey dew.

That's the most depressing
thing I've ever heard.

God, Fanny,
I hope you haven't become a bore!

I only came because you said
there'd be roast potatoes.

Are there any?

Oh!
Oh, they look divine!

Goody!

- Thank you!
- I thought this was

your red meal, Davey?

Well, clearly,
potatoes are red.

- Thank you.
- Anyone can see that.

Those crispy ones, please.
Thank you.

Your ostrich feather is fantastic!

- How sweet!
- I really love that!

- Oh, it really suits you!
- I know, I know!

Two days after we got there,
Jassy became Mrs. Larry Boon.

Larry is actually a terrific Hon.

He's a dear little peach of a man.

And we're sure Jassy
will be wildly happy with him.

It does seem hard luck

to have reared a pretty
love of a daughter

in order for her to go off

with some little man like a peach

and live with him
thousands of miles away.

The letter was from Matt,

announcing he had
run away from Eton

to fight in the Spanish war.

Aunt Sadie minded this very much.

I think Uncle Matthew minded, too...

The desire to fight's entirely natural.

...though he pretended not to.

But I do think it's a pity
to fight in a second-class war

when there'll so soon be
a first-class one available!

Christmas that year
was a sad one at Alconleigh.

Did you know that a harbour master

is entitled to fly an ensign?

And I wonder if you've ever
thought about...

What are you hoping for -
present-wise?

I was thinking of a little fur,

one of those tiny little ostrich hats.

You needn't worry about
new clothes, my darling.

You're like the Royal Family -

whatever you wear,
you look exactly the same.

Oh.

...because you have to register
the tonnage

and the displacement...

Why have all the best ones bolted?

Inevitable outcome.

Terrifying father who told them
all foreigners were dangerous

and refused to educate them.

The adventurous ones got curious.

Why did I stay behind
with the unadventurous ones?

Is it because of the bolter?

Certainly.

Oh, Fred, am I a bit of a...

...prig?

Oh.
What did you say?

You a bolter?

No!

A sticker.

I'm a tremendous sticker.

How marvelous.

Linda married Christian

and asked us to a
New Year's Eve party

at Cheyne Walk to celebrate.

Yes!

Oh! Hello!

I'm so sorry,
it's not nearly tidy enough.

I wanted to get a nice piece of fish,

but we're utterly broke!

So there's beer and, um...

Hmm. Oh!
...delicious biscuits.

I tried calling to ask what to bring.

Thank you for the champagne!

Oh, no, the phone's been cutoff,
thank God!

Christian's favourite amusement

is to ring up the Nazi leaders in Berlin

and have teasing talks with them.

- Let me find you a glass.
- It's £1 million a minute.

Er...

Oh, my God!

Being a Conservative
was so much more restful!

Communists aren't at all thoughtful

when it comes to keeping things clean.

- Oh, no!

But I did miss you at Christmas!

Darling! Me too.

I'm lost without you.

And I do feel like a
terrible old black sheep.

Oh!

Baa!

Baa...

Oh! Did I tell you?

- I've got a job.
- What kind of job?!

In a bookshop.

- What?!

I know I've hardly read any books,

but the ones I have read, I love,

and so does everyone else seem to.

Oh, but,
Fanny, darling,

it should be you in the bookshop,
not me.

You're the educated,
intellectual one.

But of course, you've got too
many important things going on.

Oh, darling!

It's really exciting.

- I can't stand it!
- It'll be a disaster!

Someone with a worse head
for business I've never met.

I know that it's chaotic,

but you can't say
that her life isn't exciting!

At least they're on the front line

of what's happening in the world!

You know, famine and things,

and...
the battle against Fascism!

People like Tony and Leicester Kroesig

hear Linda speechifying

and see all these Spaniards
and Communists in Cheyne Walk,

I expect they're
more convinced than ever

that Fascism is the only answer.

I know, but it is galling
about the bookshop!

It turned out Alfred was quite wrong

about Linda's lack of business sense.

She worked at the bookshop
every Friday and Saturday,

during which time,

an extraordinary transformation
would occur.

Soon enough, the chatters,
headed by Lord Merlin,

came back in full force.

You caught me in the act!

- Oh, I do that.
- The old switcheroo.

I thought this one was absolutely spot-on

for you over there.

- Ooh!

Linda's the only person
who has ever succeeded

in finding me
Froggy's Little Brother.

What is Froggy's Little Brother?

Oh. Well,
it's the heart-warming tale

of a seven-year-old Froggy,

who strives to take care
of his younger brother Benny,

after the early death of their parents.

Well, do you know,

it's all about brotherhood
and comradeship.

You'd actually love it!

I was an avid reader as a child.

Thank you!
Every day!

Linda's presence resulted in it becoming

the only Red bookshop
in England to make a profit...

...and being awarded with a medal.

Congratulations, Comrade Linda!

- Whoo!

Between the dog's abscess,
the laundry ruining my sheets

and Cathy stealing
from the store cupboard,

it's been a ghastly week!

Do you ever feel like half
of who you are has been stuffed

into a suitcase
and is slowly suffocating?

Sorry?

It's OK.

- Gentlemen.
- Enjoy your port.

...Paint the cross and shields

and, of course,
they won the battle.

- They did!

Very good, very good.

- Oh, God, it's your mother!
- Hello, darling!

I'm here because I took
the wrong train to a party!

Oh, dear!

Are you terribly poor?

- How very odd!

I hope you didn't marry for love, darling.

Whoever invented love ought to be shot.

Look where it landed me.

A dead white hunter,
an Italian count,

two viscounts, a Greek poet
and still counting.

Dons aren't quite the same

as white hunters or Italian counts.

My advice is a good fur coat.

Don't bother about much else,

you need hardly take the coat off.

And don't waste money on underwear.

Nothing stupider.

Do you have any nice friends,
darling,

to make up for your tiny house?

- Not really.
- No?

Oxford seems designed
exclusively for celibate men.

Wives are superfluous,
it turns out.

What's the point of being

the educated and intellectual one

if you still have to leave
your own dinner parties

so the men can do
all the good chatting

and drink all the good port?

What about Linda Radlett?
Where's she?

She ran off with Christian Talbot.

She's working in a Communist bookshop.

Well, I hope he's better than Tony Kroesig,

though they rarely are.

Isn't a bookshop more your style?

Yes, it is.

If I didn't have all these...

...children to bring up,
suddenly.

Well, can't you leave them with Emily?

I know you think all
the babies in the world

should be left with Aunt Emily!

Don't let your children get in
the way of your life, darling.

Do you mean me?

No! No,
I...

- You mean me.
- No,

you didn't get in the way!

Course you didn't!
I've had a wonderful life!

- Hello.
- LINDA: Hello, Fanny, darling!

I'm talking quickly

because the phone's going
to get cut off any second,

but will you come and see me off

at Victoria Station tomorrow?

Franco's brutal Fascist forces
have chased

half-a-million people
out of Catalonia

and I'm joining Christian

on the French border with Spain...

Oh, well, I'm terrified!

Never been abroad in my life before!

I hope you sent your jewels to the bank.

Darling, don't tease.

You know howl haven't got any now.

Think of me sleeping on the train,
all alone!

I'm sure you won't be alone.

Foreigners are greatly given,

I believe, to casual sex with strangers.

Yes, that would be nice!

Oh, God! Oh, I just do wish
you were coming with me!

It might be easy for you
to drop everything

and leave your life and be free...

Tickets, please!

...and never face any consequences,

but some of us have to stay behind

to support our husbands
and look after the children.

- Thank you, miss.
- I'm staying.

Why are you so cross with me?

Did you even say goodbye to Moira?

Yes!

I did, actually.

She... She only wants Pixie Townsend.

She doesn't really like me!

Well, do you like me?

Don't Moira and I have
an awful lot in common?

- Of course not.

- Right away!
- Fanny!

Darling, you're interesting and clever, and...
Fanny!

I suppose everybody has a right
to not like their children!

Oh, please,
stop it about Moira!

You're scaring me!

I'm always telling everyone
that you're not like my mother,

but you're just exactly like her!

- Fanny, stop it!

Please! I'm going to be useful!

I'm going off on a noble journey,

like Odysseus.

You're not Odysseus, Linda!

Fanny, please!
Please don't give up on me!

I'm lost without you!

You always say that,
but you always leave me!

I didn't see Linda for another year.

She told me afterwords
I'd so upset her

that she slept
all the way across Europe.

- Here.
- Oh, hello!

A ship has been chartered
to take 6,000 Catalonians,

who the French government
have shut up behind barbed wire

like beasts and forgotten about,

out of the camps to Mexico.

Families will have to be reunited

from male and female camps
to get on the boat.

It's a mammoth task.

Linda? Linda!
This is Lavender.

Lavender's an incredible worker.

Muchas gracias, senora.

Linda!

Lavender!

What a turn-up!
Oh, I'm so happy you're here!

Oh! Lavender!

Linda, meet Randolph Pine,

who helps us so marvellously
in the office.

- Hello. Oh!
- Hello.

Didn't...didn't you sit on my bed
a million years ago

with a million other young men,
chatting?

Yes, that was me.
Welcome, comrade.

Goodness!

Everyone's got so serious all of a sudden.

Well, the world's gotten
rather serious all of a sudden.

Hmm. Yes.
What can I do to help, Christian?

I long to be useful!

Never fear, there's masses of work!

- Can you speak Spanish?
- No.

Oh!
Well, you'll soon pick it up.

Huh!
I'm quite sure I shan't.

Maybe...
maybe you could help with the babies?

Un momento, por favor.
What do you know about welfare work?

Oh, dear.
Nothing, I'm afraid.

- Lavender?
- Sorry.

I was hopeless with my own baby.

I know, she can help arrange
accommodation on the ship!

Yes, I can do that.
I can do that.

Here are the maps.

Deck one, deck two, deck three,
and first class is...

So, how do I decide who gets which cabin?

It's a strictly democratic ship
run on republican principles,

so I'd give decent cabins to families

Where there are small children

- and babies.
- Yes.

- Lavender? Phone call.
- Sorry.

Apart from that,
do it any way you like.

Hola. Si.
Si?

- Um...
- No se preocupe.

Un momento, por favor.

- Hola.

For the next few weeks,

Linda drove in a little Ford van

between the men
and women's camps

as they waited for the ship to come

and take them
to a more certain future.

And she grew to love the wild,
rugged countryside of Europe,

a place which had been
so maligned by Uncle Matthew

through her childhood.

Not knowing much Spanish,

or anything about calories or babies,

like her friend Lavender,

she sometimes found herself
waiting to be useful.

Hello, lady.

- Hello.
- What are you waiting for?

Oh! Er...

I'm...I'm waiting to be useful,
I think.

Are you lonely?

Maybe.

Did you leave your boyfriend behind?

I leave behind...

...many boyfriends.

But most,
I...I miss my...my friend.

My best friend.
Yeah.

She is trapped in Barcelona still.

Look at you, with your guns!

Yeah.

Together, we were...

- ...we were very brave.
- Ah.

Don't waste all your time being useful.

Time is precious.

And we may not have much of it left.

You know?

The end is beginning now.

This is my best friend.

Ah...

That's a good face.

- It is.
- Yes.

- Friends.
- Friends.

The name "Vatican"
is derived from an Etruscan...

...Vatica or Vaticum,
meaning...

Don't put your cup down there,
darling, it'll make rings.

Oh.

Vatica, or Vaticum,
meaning garden. Rather lover.

-Hmm.
- Before 1929,

this garden had been wilting and weary

for a number of decades...

The great day finally came
for the families to be reunited

from the camps
and put on the ship to Mexico.

The women and children

were on the quayside
when the men arrived.

They hadn't seen each other
since the retreat from Spain

and had doubted
they ever would again.

Do you ever feel lonely,
Christian?

Loneliness is a luxury.

If you've three square meals
a day and a roof over you,

there's nothing on Earth
to complain about.

- Matt?

Matt!

I'm so sorry!
Excuse me!

Sorry! Matt!
I'm so sorry.

Matt!

Matt!

Hello, Linda!

Oh-oh-oh! What...?
Are you mad?!

He was fighting in Spain!

Gosh, you look ten years older!

You do!
You're grown up!

I had no idea that you were here!

I'd seen you several times,

but I thought you might
fetch me home, so I made off.

You are terribly thin!
Do you need anything?

Yes, please! Some cigarettes
and a couple of thrillers.

You will have to go home
when the real war starts.

You know that, don't you, Matt?

I don't see why.
I've never been happier in my life.

Fighting Fascism is all there
is to do that makes any sense.

And abroad is the only place
on Earth worth being.

Viva Espana!

Viva Espana!

- Viva la Espana!
- Viva Espana!

They'll never see Spain again.

Goodbye!

Did you work on any special plan

when you were arranging the cabins,

or how did you do it?

Well, I simply gave all the best cabins

to the people that had
"Labrador" on their cards,

because I used to have one
when I was little

and it was such a terrific Hon!

So sweet, you know.

Aw!

That explains it.

"Labrador" in Spanish
happens to mean labourer,

so under your scheme,
all the farm hands

found themselves in luxury,

While all the intellectuals
were battened.

Bravo, Linda!

That'll teach them not to be so clever.

There's Christian,
I'll go fetch him in.

He was such a sweet Labrador,
wasn't he, Matt?

Yes.
But if you want a pet,

why don't you make an offer for a leech?

Hmm. I can't somehow imagine

the leech ever getting very fond of one.

Too busy fussing about the weather all day.

No time for human relationships.

Linda could never remember
afterwords

how much she really minded

when she discovered
Christian was in love

with Lavender Davis.

I do love your scent, Linda.
Apres Londres?

Yes.

Certainly, her pride was wounded.

Christian, I am leaving you
for good and going home

because I realise our marriage
has been a fake.

Please look after Matt.

PS.

I know you prefer

serious...

...educated women.

Especially... Lavender!

Hello? Hello?
Hello, Fanny? Are you there?!

Hello. Hello.
Linda?

Oh! Fanny!

My life so far has not been
at all of a success.

I know you can't be useful all the time,

but I'm useless at everything!

Why did I ever leave Tony
in the first place?

And Moira?

That was where my duty lay.

Why can't I be dependable,

like Lavender

and Pixie Townsend...
and you?

I keep thinking about your mother.

Am I a bolter?

Oh, I want to die!

- Linda, where are you?
- No, you see,

I'm just...
I'm renouncing men.

They are not the answer
and they do not fill the hole!

Oh, no, no!
That's my connection for Paris!

My money's running out!
I love you! I love you!

And I don't...
I'm lost without you, Fanny,

and you're the only thing
I ever got right.

Two more trains and I'm home!
I've missed you so much!

So much.

Oh!

Oh!

You're in a good mood.

Linda's coming back!

- Oh, Alfred!
- Wonderful.

Bonjour!

- Bonjour! Oui.
- My ticket!

Pardon.

Here!

- Um...
- It has expired.

It is, er...er...
it is for yesterday, not for today.

Ah! Ah!
No, but I'm sorry,

I don't have enough money
for another ticket!

Please, will you make an exception?
Please?!

Excusez-moi, sir, please!

I just... I really need to get home!

My friend is going to be
awfully worried about me!

Rien a faire, madame.

- Ow!
- Pardon.

Why didn't I listen to my father?

Why did I ever come
to this bloody abroad?

I would like to point out
that I am the daughter

of a very important British nobleman,

so if you are planning
to give me an injection

and put me on a ship to
Buenos Aires, then think again!

One does not have to be
Sherlock Holmes to guess

that you're an Englishwoman.

French ladies never sit
crying on their suitcases

at the Gare du Nord
in the very early morning.

I invite you to luncheon with me.

But first, you must have a bath

and rest and put a cold
compress on your face.

Merci.

Get in, please.

I apologise, madame,
for not taking you to the Ritz,

but I have a feeling for
the Hotel Montalembert just now

that it will suit your mood
this morning.

- Bien sur, monsieur.
- Merci.

I will fetch you
a little before one o'clock

and we will go out to luncheon.
Merci.

Goodbye for the present.

Mademoiselle?

Allo, allo!

- Hello?
- Ah, you keep me waiting.

That is a very good sign.

A sign of what?

Hmm?
A good augury for our affair,

that it will be happy and long lasting.

Huh!

We are not going to have an affair.

And if that's what you were thinking,
I don't want lunch!

I shall leave this hotel room

and go straight to the train station!

Mademoiselle,
don't be so English.

May I ask, what is your name?

Linda.

Linda? That's a pretty name.

I'm waiting for you downstairs, Linda.