All language subtitles for Northanger.Abbey.2007

I baptise thee, Catherine,

in the name of the Father, and the Son...

(Baby cries)
...and the Holy Ghost...

No-one who had ever seen Catherine Morland
in her infancy

would have supposed her
born to be a heroine.

Her situation in life,

the character of her father and mother,

and her own person and disposition,

were all equally against her.

A family of ten children, of course,

will always be called a fine family,

where there are heads and arms
and legs enough for the number.

But the Morlands were, in general, very plain,

and Catherine, for many years of her life,
as plain as any.

Neither was it very wonderful

that Catherine, who had, by nature,
nothing heroic about her,

should prefer cricket and baseball
to dolls and books.

But by the age of 15,
appearances were mending.

Catherine Morland was in training for a heroine.

Yes!

Whoo! Whoo!

You know,
our Catherine has turned out rather well.

- Come on, Catherine, let's carry on.
- No, later. Later.

She's quite a good-looking girl.

Well, she is almost pretty today.

MRS MORLAND: And she has grown very fond
of reading of late.

I wonder if it can be good for her, my dear,
to read quite so many novels?

Why ever not?

What could be a more innocent or harmless
pastime for a young girl than reading?

(Catherine reads) "He was interrupted
by a noise in the passage leading to the room.

It approached. The door was unlocked. A man
entered, dragging behind him a beautiful girl,

her features bathed in tears
and suffering the utmost distress."

Take her!
Convey her where I shall never see her more!

Cathy!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What do you want, anyway?

Mr and Mrs Allen are here.
Mother says you have to come straight away.

(Sighs)

No, said Dr Malleson, no other place will do
so well for a gouty constitution like Mr Allen's.

No other place will do so well for...

Ooh!

...for squandering money.

Oh, fie, Mr Allen!

You know you love to see me happy.

- And thinking of that...
- Catherine is young to go.

But with Mr and Mrs Allen for protection,
I see no danger in it.

She's a good girl. I think we can trust her.

Why, Catherine, how you've grown!

Quite the young lady, isn't she, Mr Allen?

Mr and Mrs Allen come with an invitation,
Catherine.

MRS ALLEN: We would like you
to accompany us to Bath for a time.

NARRATOR: For when a young lady
is to be a heroine,

something must and will happen
to throw adventure in her way.

(Snores)

(Reads) "A tumult of emotions stirred
in the bosom of Adeline. Fear gripped her heart,

that, at any moment,
ruffians would fly upon the carriage

and return her to the ignominy
of her captive state."

Ya!

Whoa!

My God, Mrs Allen!

Ohh!

(Clash of steel)

Argh!

Aaaargh!

(Laughs)

DRIVER: Whoa! Steady there!

- Come on!
- Not long now.

Come on!

Pulteney Street is not quite
the smartest address,

but, for myself,
I love to be at the centre of things.

So do I!

There's a little peach that's ripe for plucking.

So many people!

I wonder who they can be,
and what their stories are.

Hardly worth knowing, I should say,
if they choose to roam the streets

when they could be sitting at home
by a good fire.

Oh! Mr Allen is so droll.

He always says the opposite of what he means,
for he loves good company.

When shall we go into society, Mrs Allen?

I suppose it is too late this evening?

Bless you, my child,
we neither of us have a stitch to wear.

I did bring my best frock,
and my pink muslin is not too bad, I think.

No, no, no!

Would you have us laughed out of Bath?

Resign yourself, Catherine.

Shops must be visited. Money must be spent.

Do you think you could bear it?

Very easily, sir.

- That's it.
- My lady.

And more.

That's the last, madam.

There.

MRS ALLEN: Did you ever see anything prettier,
Mr Allen?

Other than yourself, do you mean, my dear?

Oh, fie, Mr Allen!

- But Catherine...
- Ah, she looks just as she should.

Now... might we make our way, do you think?

I entertain high hopes of our arriving
at the rooms by midnight.

How he teases us, Catherine.

Midnight, indeed!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa! Whoa, there!

- Stay.
- Good evening, sir.

This way. Mind how you go now, sir.

(Groans)

DOORMAN: This way, ladies.

Heidi! Good to see you!

Sedley!

Sedley! There you are! Is there anyone here?

Not a soul, John! There's no-one here at all!

What could he mean?

If I might just... Thank you.

Excuse me.

Card room, I think.

- Mr Allen!
- See you later, my love.

Come this way, Catherine.

Oh!

(Sniggers) Pardon me, miss.

Excuse me.

Perhaps we should go through to the tea room.

Mmm.

Quick - there are two places!

(Conversation dies)

(Murmuring)

How uncomfortable it is not to know anybody.

Yes, my dear, very uncomfortable indeed.

But then, you see, one can't speak to people
unless one has been introduced.

- But who will introduce us?
- I'm sure I've no idea.

I don't know. Mother and daughter, I'd guess.

Had we not better go away?

There are no tea things for us,
and I think we are unwelcome here.

Yes, it's most disagreeable.

I wish we had a large acquaintance here.

I wish we had any.

(Laughs)

Mrs Allen.

- Ooh! Have a care, sir!
- A thousand apologies, ma'am.

Catherine, do take this pin out of my sleeve.
It was not your fault, sir.

Allow me, ma'am.

Thank you kindly, sir.

Though I'm afraid it's torn a hole already.

There. Nothing too disastrous, ma'am.

I shall be sorry if it has, for it's a favourite gown.

- Really, Mrs Allen, one would hardly notice.
- Though it cost but nine shillings a yard.

Nine shillings?

- That is exactly what I should have guessed.
- Do you understand muslins, sir?

I understand them very well.

My sister has often entrusted me
in the choice of a gown.

I bought one for her only the other day.

Five shillings a yard, and a true Indian muslin.
What do you make of that?

Well!

And I can never get Mr Allen
to tell one of my gowns from another.

But tell me, sir,
what do you think of Miss Morland's gown?

Miss Morland's gown...

Miss Morland's gown is very pretty.

Though I don't think it will wash well.

I am afraid it will fray.

How can you be so?

Presumptuous? Indeed.
Without so much as an introduction.

You must allow me to make amends, Mrs Allen.

Gentlemen.

- Thank you.
- Very kind indeed.

One moment.

What a very...

Really, I shouldn't have allowed you
to speak to him, as a stranger.

But he had such an understanding of muslin.

I wonder where he's gone.

Here he comes again.
And he has brought Mr King with him.

The Master of Ceremonies himself!

Mrs Allen.

Miss Morland.

Allow me to present to you Mr Henry Tilney,

just lately arrived in Bath.

Mrs Allen, Miss Morland.

Delighted to make your acquaintance.

Mr King.

Now we may talk to one another.

But we've already been talking.

You mustn't allow anyone
to hear you say such things,

or we shall all be expelled from polite society.

Let it be our secret.

And now, if your card is not already full,
Miss Morland,

might I request
the pleasure of the next dance with you?

With me?

Thank you.

(Courtly dance)

Forgive me, I have been very remiss
in the proper attentions of a partner.

What are they?

Oh, I ask you how long you have been in Bath,

have you been to the theatre,
and the concert, and so on.

Wouldn't that be rather dull?

Of course.

But we must do our duty. Are you ready?

Yes.

How long have you been in Bath, madam?

Not long at all, sir.

- And were you never here before?
- Never, sir.

Indeed! And have you been to the play?

Not yet, sir.

Astonishing. The concert?

(Laughs) No.

Amazing. Now tell me...

Are you altogether pleased with Bath, madam?

Yes.

I like it very well.

Excellent.

Now I must give you one smirk,
and then we can be rational again.

(Laughs)

Do you know that gentleman?

Not at all.

I wonder why he keeps looking at us.

I imagine he likes what he sees.

What?

Do you mean me?

Why not?

(Music finishes)

So, tell me,
what will you write in your journal tonight?

"Friday, went to the Lower Rooms,

wore my sprigged muslin dress
with blue trimmings,

and looked very pretty, though I say so myself."

- The next dance! Lord Byron's...
- "Danced with one man,

was stared at by another
much more handsome."

Indeed I shall say no such thing.

Then what shall you say?

Perhaps I don't keep a journal at all.

DRIVER: Come on!

A most agreeable young man.
Was he not, Catherine?

Yes.

He was very kind, and very amusing.

I liked him very much.

Well, Mr Allen?

No, I...

I didn't mean anything like that.

He can't have thought of me like that,
he is much too...

He is quite grown-up.

(Clears throat)
Catherine, I feel I should warn you

that Bath attracts
all manner of scoundrels and adventurers,

and one cannot be too careful
when making new acquaintances.

Mr Tilney, a scoundrel?

Mr Tilney, an adventurer?

He understands muslin, Mr Allen.

He has a sister.

Well, upon inquiries,

I did discover that Mr Tilney is a young man
of very good family, and a clergyman to boot.

A clergyman?

No doubt you'd prefer him to be a brigand?

His father's a man of consequence, though.

General Tilney,

of Northanger Abbey.

Northanger Abbey?

Is it haunted?

No doubt, no doubt.

These abbeys usually are.

(Horse neighs)

Whoa!

(Thunder rumbles)

...wearing the same old things
that one wouldn't have thought of.

Mrs Allen?

And this must be Miss Morland.

Mrs Thorpe. Your brother James
told me to look out for you.

- You know James?
- Indeed. He is up at Oxford with my son, John.

Mrs Thorpe! My old schoolfellow!

Yes, he went to you at Christmas.

And I may say he endeared himself to us all.

Ah, here come my girls now.

Isabella, my eldest, and Maria and Anne.

Isabella, this is Mrs Allen,
and Miss Catherine Morland.

James's sister.

James's sister!

How do you do, Miss Morland?

I have so long wished to meet you.

Your brother has spoken of you
so affectionately.

I am sure that we will be
the very best of friends.

I am so pleased
you love Mrs Radcliffe's novels, too.

I wish I were you,
just beginning to read Udolpho for the first time.

Is it really very horrid?

You can't even imagine.

But I wouldn't tell you for the world.

Well, perhaps one incident
to whet your appetite.

(Gasps)

Can such things really happen?

Well, just think of Lord Byron.

I have heard that he is very wicked.

But I don't know exactly
what he is supposed to have done.

Oh!

And I have heard that he is here, in Bath.

Shall we go to the Pump Room
and see if we can see him?

Perhaps your Mr Tilney will be there, too.

He's not my Mr Tilney, Isabella.

Indeed, you mustn't say he is!

Isn't he?

Well, there's a certain person
who will be very glad to hear that.

Who do you mean?

Never you mind.

(Whispering)

ISABELLA: Oh.

I do so hate it when strangers listen
to one's private conversations.

No, his name's not there.

I think he must be gone from Bath.

And yet he never mentioned
his stay would be so short.

Perhaps it's just as well.

My brother John says
the whole family is very bad.

The eldest son as bad as Lord Byron,
John says.

Surely he's mistaken. Mr Tilney couldn't have
been kinder or more gentleman-like.

Appearances often deceive, you know.

But he is a clergyman.

That signifies nothing these days.

(Men laugh)

Insufferable!

Come, let's walk outside.

Nice. Both girls.

STREET-SELLER: Nosegays! Buttonholes!

Posies! Buttonholes!

Are they following?

No, they are going towards the churchyard.

Good. We are rid of them.

Now, if we turn down there,
it will bring us to Milsom Street.

But shouldn't we come upon them again
if we did that?

Oh, never mind that.

Come, make haste.

Posies!

(Drivers gee on horses)

Oh, these odious carriages! How I detest them!

Make way! Make way!

- Isabella!
- Oh, how delightful!

Mr Morland and my brother John!

James!

I didn't know you were coming to Bath.

Thorpe's idea.

When I remembered you were here, and you,
Miss Thorpe, nothing would have kept me away.

I am very happy to see you again.

And I, you.

- Miss Morland.
- My good friend John Thorpe.

Enchanté.

I had the pleasure
of seeing you dance the other evening.

Yes, I remember.

I hope I may have the pleasure
of dancing with you myself before too long.

- We were walking towards Edgar's Buildings.
- Were you?

Damn it, we'll walk with you! Miss Morland?

- Are you fond of an open carriage?
- Oh, yes, very.

Well, would you permit me to drive you
up Lansdown Hill one day this week?

Thank you. You are very kind.

But... would it be proper?

Oh, damn it, this is Bath.

You know?
Everything's more free and easy in Bath.

(Courtly dance)

Penny for your thoughts, Miss Morland?

I was just...
Have you ever read Udolpho, Mr Thorpe?

Udolpho? Lord!

No, I never read novels.
I leave all that to Isabella.

- I read The Monk the other day, though.
- The Monk!

Is it as shocking as everybody says?

You can borrow it, if you care to.

Hot stuff, you know.

(Music finishes)

(Murmur of conversation)

- Isn't this altogether delightful, Catherine?
- Yes!

What say? Jig it again?

MASTER OF CEREMONIES:
Take your partners for the next dance!

A Prodigal Fellow!

Miss Morland.

Allow me to introduce...

Eleanor.

My sister.

Your sister!

Oh...

Yes, I am very happy to meet you, Miss Tilney.

And I, you.

Henry has told me so much about you.

You can't imagine how surprised I was
to see your brother again.

I felt so sure of his being quite gone from Bath.

Yes, when he saw you, he was here to engage
lodgings for us. He only stayed the one night.

Oh, I see.

He, your brother, dances very well.

- Yes.
- And he is very amusing.

Yes, he is, when he cares to be.

Do you know that gentleman
talking to Mr Tilney?

That's our father,

General Tilney.

He looks as if he were displeased with us.

It is only his way.

And is your mother here with you
in Bath as well?

Our mother is dead.

So this is your first time in Bath?

Do you like it?

Very much indeed.

There are some very pretty walks round about.

Henry and I walk most mornings.

Should you care to join us one day?

Yes.

More than anything in the world.
I love long walks.

Though I can't persuade my friend to join me.

She thinks it a waste of time when there are
so many other things to do in town.

I can see that she might.

(Laughs)

She says the most appalling things.

In that case, shall we say tomorrow at 12,
unless it rains?

Yes.

Catherine. You simply must hear this.

Come, quickly!

Excuse me.

Of course.

Make haste, Miss Morland!
Put on your hat, there's no time to lose!

- We are going to Blaize Castle!
- Mr Thorpe!

- How do you do, Mrs Allen?
ISABELLA: My sweetest Catherine.

Isn't this delightful?
Blaize Castle, nothing could be more romantic.

Yes, I'm sure, but I am very sorry,
I can't come with you.

I am expecting Miss Tilney and her brother
to call on me to take a country walk.

Not they! I saw them five minutes ago. Doesn't
he drive a phaeton with a pair of chestnuts?

I don't know, indeed.

I saw him large as life, on the Lansdown Road,
with a smart-looking girl by his side.

But perhaps they mean to call later.

No, they don't.

I heard Tilney hallooing to a man
they were going as far as Wick Rocks.

I don't understand it at all.

Miss Tilney promised.

In this false world, people often make promises
they have little intention of keeping.

Remember, we are your true friends.

- We keep our promises.
- Yes.

But what if they should come after all?

My dear scatter-brained sister, haven't you just
heard him say they're halfway to Wick Rocks?

Then...

perhaps I should come with you.

Please, Miss Morland.

Goes very nice, doesn't she? Smooth as silk!

How do you do, sir?

Scoundrel!

(Laughs)

Pleasant old gentleman.

Mr Allen? Yes, and so good natured.

- And rich as Croesus, or so I hear.
- I believe Mr Allen is very rich.

- And no children at all?
- No, none.

- But you're quite a favourite, though, I gather?
- Mr and Mrs Allen are very kind to me, yes.

- Ever since I was a baby.
- Excellent. Excellent!

Oh, Miss Tilney!

Stop! Stop now! It's Miss Tilney and her brother!

- There'll be hell to pay if I tried to stop him now!
- Please stop, Mr Thorpe!

- I'll get down! I will!
- It's not possible!

Oh!

Whoa, there!

How could you deceive me so?

Well, what if I did? Where would you rather be?
In a spanking gig driving to Blaize Castle

or trailing about in the dirt
with some canting prig of a parson?

Mr Tilney is not a canting prig!

You have made it seem
as if I had broken my promise to them.

Whoa, there.

Look here!

Miss Morland...

I might not have been completely straight
with you, but I had good reason.

You think of your brother's happiness,
and Isabella's.

They couldn't go off unchaperoned.

And I was thinking of you, too.

I'm not altogether happy
to see you with the Tilneys.

The whole family has a terrible reputation.

Something very strange
about the mother's death.

But you can't mean?

We must be careful making new acquaintances.
We're not all as honest as you and I, eh?

But Mr Tilney and his sister
have been so kind to me.

Truly sorry, Miss Morland,
if I have caused you any distress.

But you can set it all right tomorrow.

Let's at least try and enjoy ourselves today.

Damn it, I've been looking forward to driving you
out more than anything. What do you say?

- Very well.
- Whoa!

- Everything all right, Thorpe?
- Absolutely.

Walk on.

(Sheepdogs bark)

- Go on!
- Walk on.

- I say, sir, can you move your sheep, please?
- Oh, go on!

SHEPHERD: Hi, hi, hi!

It's just a spot of rain, it will clear up in no time.

We'd better go back. Your sister thinks so, too.
We're not halfway to Blaize Castle.

Very well, as you wish!

It's all one to me!

If your brother hadn't such a damned beast to
drive, we'd have been there this half hour gone.

Will you move your sheep? I need to turn.

I'll take my bloody time!

Come on, girl!

(Patter of rain outside)

(Sighs)

Lord! What would the men think
if they could see us now?

How can I ever face the Tilneys again?

You mustn't be cross with John, dearest one.

Do you know, he told me he liked you better
than any girl he had ever seen.

And he thinks you're the prettiest girl in Bath.

- I don't know why he should think that.
- No need for false modesty!

Now, how far have you got on with Udolpho?

- I've just got to the black veil.
- The black veil!

I won't tell you what's behind it, not for the world.

When you have finished it,
you will read The Monk, my brother's favourite.

Oh, yes, he spoke of it. Is it really very horrid?

It is the most horrid, shocking thing

in all the world.

Ambrosio the Monk begins very holy,
but is drawn into vice by Matilda.

She gives him a magic branch
so he can pass through walls...

(Whispers)... and into Antonia's bed chamber.

(Gasps)

But it is too shocking. I should blush to tell you.
You must read it yourself.

(Thunder)

(Reads) "The Friar pronounced the magic words
and a thick smoke arose over the magic mirror.

At length, he beheld Antonia's lovely form.

She was undressing to bathe herself

and the amorous monk
had full opportunity to observe

the voluptuous contours
and admirable symmetry of her person

as she drew off her last garment.

At this moment, a tame linnet flew towards her,

nestled its head between her breasts
and nibbled them in wanton play.

Ambrosio could bear no more.

The blood boiled in his veins
and a raging fire rushed through his limbs.

'I must possess her, 'he cried."

No, no, Ambrosio.

I shall no longer be able to combat my passions.

I am convinced with every moment,
that I have but one alternative...

I must enjoy you, or die!

♪ MOZART: Der Hölle Rache
from The Magic Flute

Damn fine-looking woman.

But she's nothing to you, you know.

(Applause)

Miss Morland, Mrs Allen, Mr Allen.

Mr Tilney, you must have thought me so rude,
but they told me you had gone out.

When I saw you, I begged Mr Thorpe to stop,
but he only went faster.

If only he had slowed down,
I would have jumped out and run back to you.

Please believe me, I would ten thousand times
rather have been with you!

Are you and Miss Tilney very angry with me?

I must confess, I felt a little slighted.

But my sister was quite sure
there was some misunderstanding.

Eleanor, you were right, as usual.

Miss Morland is not to blame.
She was abducted by force!

No, not exactly,
but truly I did try to make him stop.

Don't tease her. You were cast down when you
thought she preferred the company of others.

Perhaps she still does.

No, indeed!

That is...

Then may I renew our invitation?

Shall we say the day after tomorrow
for our walk?

Yes.

THORPE: Miss Catherine Morland,
a very amiable girl, and very rich, too.

Ward of a Mr Allen, who made a fortune in trade.

And with no-one to spend it on but her,

she'll bring a deal of money to her marriage.

When the old man pops off, she'll be one
of the richest women in the country.

Obliged to you, sir.

Thorpe, John Thorpe.

Delighted to have been...

Yes, it was beautifully sung.

Mr Thorpe, perhaps you'd introduce me
to the young lady.

Miss Morland, this is General Tilney.

Charming.

And did I overhear a country walk proposed?

Yes, sir, the day after tomorrow.

Perhaps you would do us the honour
of spending the rest of the day with us,

after your walk?

If Mr and Mrs Allen can be persuaded
to spare you?

I'm sure they'd be happy to spare me, sir,
and I'd have great pleasure in coming.

Excellent.

I shall look forward to making
your better acquaintance, Miss Morland.

Ooh!

ELEANOR: What do you think, Catherine?
- It's wonderful.

It reminds me of the South of France.
The Languedoc, you know?

ELEANOR: Yes!

Have you travelled much in France?

No.

Not at all, I've never been there.

But I've seen pictures. And it's just
as Mrs Radcliffe describes it in Udolpho.

Ah! Mrs Radcliffe.

CATHERINE: But I suppose
you don't read novels?

HENRY: I read Udolpho straight through
in two days,

with my hair standing up on end the whole time.

I often think there's more life,

and truth,

and feeling in a good novel
than in a hundred dull sermons.

Do you really believe that?

Oh, go on, don't wait for me.

Why should you think I don't believe it?

Because I think you like to tease me.

And because the real world is different
from the world in stories.

Is it?

Of course it is!

I love to read Mrs Radcliffe,

but I don't think the real world's
full of murders and abductions

and ghosts with clanking chains

and seductions and everything.

Well, not in Fullerton, anyway.

Perhaps not quite so many murders
and abductions.

But broken hearts? Betrayals?

Long-held grudges? Schemes of revenge?

Fear?

And hatred? And despair?

Are they not part of all of our lives?
Even in Fullerton?

I don't know.

I would like to think not.

Well, then, I hope your experience of life
is the exception that proves the rule.

Tilney!

Forgive me, Tilney, for interrupting your walk.
I've no time to lose.

Of course. You were expected.

Ma'am.

Come, let's walk on a little.

That gentleman is a close acquaintance of ours,
a very good friend.

He is obliged to leave the country
at short notice.

He was able to make his farewells to me
last evening,

but was no doubt anxious
to say goodbye to my sister, too, before he left.

I see.

There is no reason
why the matter should come up.

But my sister and I would be very grateful
if you did not mention to my father

that we saw that gentleman here today.

No, of course.

Thank you.

CATHERINE:
The Monk reeled from the unholy sight.

"Receive this talisman," she replied.

"While you bear this, every door will fly open
and walls will melt away.

It will procure you access tomorrow night
to Antonia's bed chamber."

Miss Morland.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

It's all God's creation.

Come.

Catherine!

MRS ALLEN: Catherine!

I absolutely knew
the second you came to the house. I could tell.

And the way you spoke to my mother,
I could just... It was almost like fate.

(Knock on door)

Catherine?

No, no, sit down.

Can you guess?

Your brother has made me
the happiest girl on Earth!

You mean, you and James...

Are in love!

He confessed as much to me this afternoon.

And you know my nature,
I could never trifle with a man's affections.

In short, I told him his love was returned.

(Laughs delightedly)

Catherine!

He's waiting downstairs.

I know I needn't ask
whether you approve, Catherine.

No, indeed!

Though I am surprised.
It has all happened so quickly.

Not so. I believe I have been in love with
your friend since the first time I set eyes on her.

And I.

The very first day he came to us last Christmas,
the very first moment!

I remember I wore this yellow gown.

- My hair was up in braids.
- I am come to say goodbye, Catherine.

I am going straight to Fullerton
to seek our parents' consent.

Ah, Morland, there you are.

Miss Morland,

I, too, must take my leave for the present,
just for the present.

I'm going to accompany James to Fullerton,
and then onto town to help him choose a ring.

Perhaps I might look for one for myself
while I'm there. Do you think I should?

A famous good thing, this marrying scheme.
What do you think of it?

I think it's a very good thing, too.

I'm so pleased to hear you say that.

Did you ever hear the old song,
"going to one wedding brings on another"?

Perhaps you and I might try the truth of that?

I shall think of you, when I'm in town!

Come on, James, we must tear ourselves away!

Go.

Go, perhaps, forever.

Isabella! Whatever do you mean?

Your mother and father, what will they say?

I'm sure they'll be very happy for James.

But my fortune will be so small.
How could they consent to it?

Your brother, who might marry anybody.

I wouldn't think the difference in fortune
would be anything to signify.

Oh! My sweetest Catherine, in your generous
heart, I'm sure it would not matter at all.

But I mustn't expect everyone to think the same.

I only wish our situations were reversed.

If I had the command of millions,

if I were mistress of the whole world...

...your brother would still be my only choice.

Now, Catherine,
you know I'm only here for your sake.

You know my heart is 40 miles away.

And as for dancing, don't mention it, I beg you.

It is quite out of the question.

I dare say Charles Hodge will plague me
to death about it.

But I shall cut him very short, I can tell you.

I wonder where he is.

- It's General Tilney.
- I do believe he's coming to talk to you.

Miss Morland.

Delightful.

You will excuse me now.

Excellent.

Miss Morland,

allow me to introduce my brother,
Captain Tilney.

Charmed.

Don't let my brother's ill manners offend you.
That's how he is, I'm afraid.

He was ill-mannered as a baby.

I'm surprised at you being so disrespectful
to your older brother.

How could you know
what he was like as a baby?

When he was a baby, you were not yet born.

True enough.

My mother told me of it.

I hope you're not already engaged
for the next dance?

No, indeed.

- My rival having left Bath.
- Indeed he is not...

You mustn't tease me.

So do you not know Mr Thorpe at all?

No, not at all.

That's strange. He seems to know
a great deal about your family.

And none of it to our credit?

Well, I have always found

that ignorance and prejudice hold no bar
to forming the strongest of opinions.

You think him ignorant and prejudiced?

I know he doesn't always tell the truth,
but he has been very kind to me.

You think he isn't to be trusted?

Dear Miss Morland,

has it not occurred to you
that I might not be the best person

to consult on the matter of Mr Thorpe?

MASTER OF CEREMONIES:
My lords, ladies and gentlemen,

the next dance will be On A Summer's Day.

Good God, Henry. You're not going
to stand up in that maul, are you?

I certainly am.

That being so...

...do you think your friend might dance with me?

No! I am sorry. I know for certain that she has
a very particular reason not to dance tonight.

Is that so?

Pity.

(Music starts)

- Why are you smiling?
- Look there.

I don't wonder at your surprise.

I refused him for as long as I possibly could,
but he would not take no for an answer.

He's the eldest son, you know,
the heir to Northanger Abbey.

Not that that weighs anything with me.

I am in love with the best man
in the whole world.

Did you think him handsome?

- Who?
- Captain Tilney, silly!

Oh.

Yes, very handsome.

(Snores)

But didn't your brother say he was very bad?

As bad as Lord Byron?

Oh, John will say anything
that comes into his head.

I hardly ever take any notice of him!

But then, how is one to know what to believe?

One thing you can be certain of- my affection.

For you and your dear, dear brother.

(Thunder crashes)

Catherine! Catherine, help me, for God's sake!

(Town crier's bell)

You have heard from James?

And my parents have consented?

Yes, your father has been very good.

James is to have a living worth £400 a year

as soon as he is old enough to take it.

But that won't be for another two years,
so we must wait that long before we marry.

It seems it wasn't possible for your father
to do anything for us immediately.

I'm sure Mr Morland has behaved
vastly handsome.

If he finds he can do more, by and by,
I dare say he will.

And Isabella's wishes are so moderate.

ISABELLA: For myself, it's nothing.

I never think of myself.

But poor James!

£400 a year is hardly enough
for the common necessaries of life!

But I suppose everybody has the right
to do what they like with their own money.

I am very sure that my father has promised
as much as he can afford.

But Mr Allen, I was sure,
would do something for James.

Perhaps he does not approve
of his choice of bride.

Why should Mr Allen do anything for James?

Or for any of us?

It was very kind of Mr and Mrs Allen
to bring me to Bath,

but none of us has any expectations
from Mr Allen.

My dear, sweet Catherine,

you know I care nothing for money.

If we could only be married tomorrow,
I would be happy to live on £50 a year.

But that's the sting.

That's why you find me so cast down.

The two years we must wait
before dear Morland can have the living!

Catherine...

How will I endure it?

I can well understand how she feels.

Two years is a long time.

But at least she can marry the man she loves.
Not everyone is so fortunate.

No, I suppose not.

How sad that is.

Yes, it is.

But how many couples marry for love?

I believe my mother and father love each other
even more than they love us,

and they love us very much.

When I was a little girl,
I used to think it was like that for everyone.

It was only when I started to read novels
that I realised it was not.

I shouldn't have thought
one would have to read novels to find that out.

I think you have had
quite a dangerous upbringing.

- Dangerous? How?
- Well, it's as Henry says.

You've been brought up to believe
that everyone is as pure in heart as you.

I don't think I'm very pure in heart.

Really? Why?

I have the most terrible dreams sometimes.

(Both giggle)
- What's the joke?

Nothing to concern you.

I love our walks.

I think I should like to stay in Bath forever
and go walking with you every day!

Unfortunately, that won't be possible.

Oh?

Our father told us this morning he's determined
on quitting Bath by the end of the week.

Oh.

GENERAL TILNEY: Miss Morland!

Capital!

Excellent.

Can you, Miss Morland, be prevailed on

to quit this scene of public triumph

and oblige us with your company
at Northanger Abbey?

Northanger Abbey?

Well, Miss Morland...

...what do you say?

I am very honoured, sir.

If Mr and Mrs Allen agree,

I should be delighted to accept.

Northanger Abbey!

Aren't you frightened to go there on your own?

I confess I am, a little.

Well, I dare say, it will be very thrilling for you.

But I do hope you don't forget me, Catherine.

Or our dearest John.

No, indeed.

No need to be coy.

I heard from him today
that you and he are as good as engaged.

Indeed we are not!

Useless to dissemble, my dear.
Your secret's out.

He says in his letter, not half an hour before he
left Bath, you gave him positive encouragement.

He says he as good as made you an offer.

No!

No, there must be some mistake.

Your brother must have
misunderstood me, and...

I certainly had no idea
he thought he was making me an offer.

Please, undeceive him, and beg his pardon.

Oh.

Well, I dare say we should all be allowed
a little harmless flirtation.

But there was no flirtation, not on my side.

And if no-one were allowed
to change their minds, where would we all be?

Perhaps it's for the best, after all.

Isabella,
please understand me, once and for all...

Sh! Here he comes!

- Who?
- Tilney, of course!

Oh, I wouldn't have this happen for the world.

Look away, perhaps he's not seen us.

What, always to be watched?

In person or...

...by proxy?

Nonsense.

My spirit, you know, is pretty independent.

I wish your heart were independent.
That would be enough for me.

My heart?

What can you have to do with hearts?

None of you men have hearts.

But we have eyes.

And they give us torment enough.

I think Mrs Allen and your mother
are expecting us.

Will you come, Isabella?

You go.

And tell them I'll follow.

And if I shouldn't see you, write and tell me
all your news from Northanger.

Do take a care, sir!

Whoa, there!

Whoa!

Come along now. Four minutes late already
coming from Milsom Street.

I'm sure Miss Morland
won't keep you waiting, Father.

Oh, Catherine, my dear, quickly, they are here!

How grand!

A chaise and four!

You never aspired to that, Mr Allen!

No, indeed.

Well, Catherine, we shall miss you.

Thank you for all your kindness.

It has been such a happy time.

There, there, my dear.

I should be sharp about it.

These great folks don't like to be kept waiting.

Miss Morland,
a thousand pardons for our late arrival.

My eldest son must bear the blame.
He stays on in Bath.

Now, my dear Miss Morland, I have a proposal.

As it is a fine day,

how should you like to travel in the curricle
with my son, Henry?

You will enjoy the air
and be better able to see the country.

It is, of course, entirely up to you.

I should like that very much.

Did your father say
that Captain Tilney stays on in Bath?

- Yes.
- Oh.

You're disappointed? You were hoping for
my brother's company at Northanger, perhaps?

No!

No, not at all!

That is, I should have
no objection to his company...

Then what is it? Come.

I am anxious
about your brother and Miss Thorpe.

I think he cannot know
that she is engaged to my brother.

I suppose he thinks he has a chance with her.

But doesn't he realise how wrong it is of him
and what pain it must give to my brother?

I don't think you should distress yourself
too much, Miss Morland.

Your brother shall be returning to Bath
very soon.

And my brother should be leaving
to rejoin his regiment.

And that will be the end of that.

Now, look there.

It's exactly as I imagined.

It’s just like what one reads about.

Are you prepared to encounter all of its horrors?

Horrors?

Is Northanger haunted, then?

Oh, that's just the least of it.

Dungeons and sliding panels,

skeletons, strange unearthly cries in the night
that pierce your very soul.

And vampires?

Don't say vampires!

I could bear anything, but not vampires.

Miss Morland,
I do believe you're teasing me now.

But if I were to say there is a kind of vampirism...

No, let's just say that all houses have
their secrets, and Northanger is no exception.

- Let me help you down.
- Thank you.

Miss Morland, welcome to Northanger Abbey.

I hope you will be comfortable.

Do, please, I beg you, make as little alteration
to your dress as possible.

My father is most particular about meal times.

I'm sorry to have to ask you.

No...

No, that's quite all right.

I'll see you in a few minutes, then.

(Doors creak and groan)

If you please,

Miss Tilney says, do you need any help, miss?

Oh, no.

No, thank you.

Are you ready?

So sorry.

Miss Morland. Charming.

Dinner should be on the table directly!

(General clears throat)

GENERAL TILNEY: I hope you find our simple
style of living to your taste, Miss Morland.

No doubt you have been used
to better-sized apartments at Mr Allen's?

No, indeed, sir.

Mr Allen's dining parlour
is only half the size of this room.

Well now, I suppose
I care as little as any man for such things,

but a tolerably-large eating room
is one of the necessaries of life.

Hmm?

Tolerably large, indeed, sir.

But I don't think I've ever been
in so large a dining room as this one.

You have not?

Well, no doubt the rooms in Mr Allen's are...

exactly the true size...

...for rational happiness.

(Rumble of thunder)

(Thunder crashes)

(Creaking)

(Thunderclap)

(Thunderclap)

Oh!

Oh, why...

What... Whatever are these old things?

No!

No, leave them, please.

Shirts,

stockings,

cravats.

Laundry lists.

This was my mother's favourite place.

I used to walk so often here with her.

Though I never loved it then
as I have loved it since.

Her death must have been a great affliction.

A great and increasing one.

What was she like? Did she look like you?

I wish I could show you her portrait.

It hangs in her private chamber.

I suppose you were with her to the last?

No.

I was away from home when she died.

Her illness was sudden and short,
and before I arrived, it was all over.

So you didn't see her body?

No.

I wish I could have done.

Perhaps it would help me
to think of her at peace.

Yes.

I should like to see her room,
if you are willing to show me.

We never go there. It is my father's wish.

But to see her picture?

Yes.

Why should you not see it?

What do you do there?

I was going to show Miss Morland Mother's...

There is nothing to interest Miss Morland
in this part of the house.

I am surprised at you, Eleanor.

CATHERINE: My dearest Isabella,

I long to hear your news.

I hope everything is well with you and James

and that your brother
is not too much offended with me.

Northanger Abbey is all that I expected it to be,
and Eleanor and her brother very kind.

Oh, Isabella, I fear that this house
holds a terrible secret

relating to the death of Mrs Tilney.

ELEANOR: Catherine?

Here I am!

CATHERINE: I cannot write more now.

Send me your news,
your loving friend, Catherine.

This is a sad day, Miss Morland.

A sad day for me, that is.

I have to go up to town for several days
on business.

I trust you'll be able to entertain our guest
properly while I am gone?

Nothing would give me greater pleasure, sir.

Come along!

(Laughs)

What are you giggling about?

One for me, Henry!

This is the last one.

(Laughter)

Ooh! Ah!

I thought I might show you Woodston tomorrow,
if you'd like to.

It's nothing to Northanger, of course,
just a country vicarage.

But I'm very fond of it.

I'd love to.

Look.

Is that your home?

- It's lovely.
- I'm very glad you think so.

(Thunder rumbles)

I fear we may be about to get a little damp.

Come on, I'll race you back.

Come on! Come on!

(Door opens)

Look at the state of the pair of you!

I'll go and get Richards to draw your bath,
Catherine.

When we were coming to Northanger Abbey,
you said that the house held secrets.

Did I? And have you discovered
any dreadful revelations yet?

No, but I'd like to know what you meant.

I think that shall have to remain a secret.

A secret once explained loses all of its charms,
and all of its danger, too.

Why don't you imagine the worst thing you can,
and write your own Gothic romance about it?

"Northanger Abbey" would make
a very good title, don't you think?

Now you're mocking me.

But I can't help feeling
that this house is not a happy one.

Not since our mother died.

And even before then.

I envy you your happy childhood.

My brother Frederick is well enough, I think,
sowing his wild oats,

but soon he shall have to make
an advantageous match.

My sister is not happy.

Remember the man we met
on our country walk?

He is a good friend of mine,
but he is a lot more than that to my sister.

But our father has refused to sanction the match.

Edward is only a second son.

And Eleanor must marry the heir to a rich estate.

And... And you?

Well, if I'm to retain my father's favour,
I must marry a fortune, too.

And shall you?

I always hoped I'd be lucky,

that the girl I fell in love with
would come with a fortune attached.

And... if she should not?

Then that would be a very...

stern test of my character.

Perhaps we'd better head back.
I want to set off for Woodston before nightfall.

See you tomorrow for dinner!

Oh!

Might I ask how you come to be here all alone?

I wanted to see your mother's room.

Eleanor was going to show me,
but your father prevented us.

And so you thought
you'd come and see it for yourself?

Yes.

I suppose Eleanor has talked to you
about our mother?

Yes.

But that is not very much.

What she did say was...

Her dying so suddenly,
and none of you being at home,

I thought...

perhaps your father
had not been very fond of her.

And from these circumstances you infer...

...some negligence?

Or something even worse?

Then let me reassure you, Catherine.

My mother's illness was sudden,

and Eleanor was from home,

but I was here throughout.

And so was my brother Frederick.

Our mother received every possible attention.

Our physician was satisfied
that nothing more could be done for her.

The matter was deeply distressing,

- as you may imagine.
- Yes, of course.

But your father, was he distressed?

For a time, greatly so.

She had had to bear a great deal from him but...

...when she was dead, he felt her loss.

I am very glad of it.

It would have been very shocking if he had...

- if he had...
- If he had what?

If I understand you rightly, you have been
suspecting my father of a crime so dreadful...

You said yourself the house was full of secrets!

And so you decided
that my father must be a murderer...

...when to you, at least,

he has shown nothing but kindness?

Catherine...

how could you?

What sort of a fevered imagination
must you have?

Perhaps, after all,
it is possible to read too many novels.

(Catherine sobs)

Look, Catherine.

Oh, whatever is the matter?

I can't tell you.

Please don't make me.

I have been so wickedly foolish
and your brother knows of it.

And now he will hate me for it,
and so will you when he tells you.

Oh, my dear Catherine, I'm quite sure that
nothing you could do could make me hate you,

or Henry either.

I saw his face. I know.

He will never, ever respect me again.

Come, come.
Perhaps it's not as bad as you think.

Look, here is a letter for you.

It will be from Isabella.

Oh.

No, it is my brother's handwriting.

JAMES: Dear Catherine,
I think it my duty to tell you

that everything is at an end
between Miss Thorpe and me.

No!

I shall not enter into particulars.
They would only pain you more.

You will soon hear enough
to know where the blame lies.

I am ashamed to think how long I bore it.

Dear Catherine,
I hope your visit at Northanger may be over

before Captain Tilney
makes his engagement known.

Captain Tilney?

Frederick?

Yes.

It's just what I feared!

- Oh, poor, poor James. He loved her so much.
- But Frederick!

And they are engaged?

- Yes.
- No, I can't believe that.

Look here.

"Dearest Catherine,
beware how you give your heart."

Dear Catherine, I am sorry for your brother,

sorry that anyone you love should be unhappy.

But my surprise would be greater at Frederick's
marrying her than at any other part of the story.

Why do you say that?

What are Miss Thorpe's connections?

What is her fortune? Are they a wealthy family?

No, not very.

I don't believe Isabella has any fortune at all.

You think your father will forbid the match?

I doubt if the matter will reach his ears at all.

Why? Whatever do you mean?

Catherine, your friend has dealt very badly
with your brother.

But I fear she is far out of her depth with mine.

OFFICER: Look at the size of these! (Laughs)

Come on!

(Women's laughter outside)

And... are we engaged?

Make yourself decent, Miss Thorpe.

I must return you to your friends
before you're missed.

ISABELLA: My dearest Catherine,

thank God we leave this vile place tomorrow.

Since you went away, I have had no pleasure
in it, and everybody one cares for is gone.

I am quite uneasy about your dear brother

and am fearful of some...misunderstanding.

You will write to him and set everything right?

He is the only man I ever did or could love,
and I know you will convince him of it.

CATHERINE: I most certainly shan't!

So, Frederick is safe from her.

I can't say I'm surprised.

Aren't you? I am, very!

I wish I had never known her.

It will soon be as if you never had.

There is one thing I can't understand.

What has Captain Tilney been about
all this time?

Why should he pay her such attentions
and then fly off himself?

He has his vanity, as well as Miss Thorpe.

And he is accustomed to...

...having his way.

Though I am surprised he should have stooped
to such an easy conquest.

Really?

Then I am sorry for Isabella.

I am sure she will be over it soon enough.

I hope I don't need to tell you
that his brother has a very different character.

Henry has the best and truest heart in the world.

(Growls)

Damned little adventuress!

Eleanor!

Eleanor!

Now!

I said now!

Eleanor, whatever can the matter be?

Come.

Sit down. You are not well?

My dear Catherine, I am well.

God, how shall I tell you?

It's not concerning Henry?

No, no, not Henry.

It is my father himself.

My father has recollected an engagement
that takes our whole family away on Monday.

Explanation and apology are impossible.

My dear Eleanor...

Don't be so distressed. I am not offended,
I can be ready to leave on Monday.

No, that won't be possible.

Oh, God.

My father insists on your leaving immediately.

As soon as you can make yourself ready.

The carriage will take you to meet
the public stagecoach.

No servant will accompany you.

I am to travel all night?

Alone?

Have I offended the General?

I have never seen him more angry.

Your brother must have been so angry with me,
he told your father what I did...

...what I suspected.

I deserve to be sent home in disgrace.

You are wrong.

I know my father's reasons
and they do him no credit.

To turn you out in the middle of the night!
Truly, I fear for your safety.

The journey is nothing.

But have you enough money to pay your way?

Oh.

I never thought of that.

Well, there at least I can help you.

Oh, Catherine. I am so sorry.

I deserve it.

I deserve it all.

ELEANOR: (Whispers) Catherine,
I implore you, please take it...

Bye, Catherine.

(Dog barks)

(Man shouts in distance)

DRIVER: Newbury! Newbury coach.

Come on, get that luggage off!

(Women cackle)

It's Cathy!

Hello! How are you?

Mother, Catherine's back! She's back!

These great men can be very strange
and sudden in their behaviour.

Well, we must live and learn.

And the next new friends you make
I hope will be better worth keeping

than the ones you made at Bath.

No friend can be better worth keeping
than Eleanor.

And Mr Tilney is not to blame.

Such a pleasant, agreeable young man
I thought him.

He found us a chair, you know.

And he understands muslin ever so well.

That's greatly to his credit, I'm sure.

But has he written?

Has he offered any kind of explanation?

No.

Well...

I dare say there's no harm done in the end.

You did very well to manage that journey
all on your own, Catherine.

You always used to be
such a scatter-brained little creature.

I'm quite proud of you.

Indeed, I am not proud of myself.

What was the Abbey like? Was it very scary?

Were there ghosts?

It was very big and strange,

with lots of empty rooms and secret passages.

And I did think there might be ghosts.
But there weren't any ghosts, really.

People who read too many stories imagine all
sorts of horrid things about ghosts and murders.

It is very wrong of them to do so,
and it can get you into serious trouble.

So let me not hear of any of you being so silly.

Now, what else would you like to hear about?

What games did you play?

Um...

We played I Spy

and charades.

We went horse-riding
and got ourselves very muddy indeed.

Was Mr Tilney very handsome, Cathy?

Yes, I think so.

Very handsome and very kind
and everything he should be.

Do you love Mr Tilney, Cathy?

No, of course not.

Don't talk such nonsense.

Now... into your beds, all of you.

That's it.

Night-night, Cathy.

GIRL: Night, Cathy!

What did you do
to make them send you home, Cathy?

Did you do something very naughty?

Come on, back into your bed.

MRS MORLAND: Cathy?

What is it?

I did love him!

I do love him!

Now I shall never see him again
and it is all my own fault.

Ten...

...men ran to the fen

- to get Ben!
- Very good.

- Cathy!
- Cathy! Cathy!

It's a man on a white horse!

Go and tell Mama that Mr Tilney is here.

BOTH: Mr Tilney!

Now!

Go on, boys. In you go, quickly.

It's Mr Tilney! He's here!

I am so ashamed of what I said, what I thought...

No, it is I who should apologise.

There's nothing you have said
that can justify the way you were treated.

But you were angry with me, and rightly so.

I was angry with you, but that is long past.

Your imagination may be overactive.

But your instinct was true.

Our mother did suffer grievously,
and at the hands of our father.

Do you remember
I spoke to you of a kind of vampirism?

Yes.

Perhaps it was stupid to express it so,
but we did watch him drain the life out of her

with his coldness and his cruelty.

He married her for her money, you see.
She thought it was for love.

It was a long time
until she knew his heart was cold.

No vampires, no blood.

The worst crimes are the crimes of the heart.

But it was stupid and wicked of me
to think such things as I did.

Cathy!

Mama says, will you bring Mr Tilney
to the drawing room?

Come on.

Mrs Morland,

after what has happened, I have little right
to expect a welcome at Fullerton.

You had no part in what happened, Mr Tilney.

And Catherine is as you see her -
no harm done.

Any friends of our children are welcome here.

Shall we agree to say no more about it?

You are very good.

Er...

Are Mr and Mrs Allen now at Fullerton?

They are, sir.

I should like to pay my respects.

Perhaps Miss Morland might show me the way?

But you can see their house from the window!

Hush, Lucy.

I'm sure Catherine will be happy to show you,
Mr Tilney.

He thought I was rich?

It was Thorpe who misled him at first,
Thorpe, who hoped to marry you himself.

He thought you were Mr Allen's heiress, and
he exaggerated Mr Allen's wealth to my father.

You were only guilty
of not being as rich as you were supposed to be.

For that, he turned you out of the house.

I thought you were so angry with me
you told him what you knew,

which would have justified any discourtesy.

No, the discourtesy was all his.

I have broken with my father, Catherine.

I may never speak to him again.

- What did he say to you?
- Let me instead tell you what I said to him.

I told him that I felt myself bound to you,

by honour,

by affection,

and by a love so strong

that nothing he could do could deter me from...

- From what?
- Before I go on, I should say,

there's a pretty good chance he'll disinherit me.

I fear I may never be a rich man, Catherine.

Please, go on with what you were going to say.

Will you marry me, Catherine?

Yes!

Yes, I will!

Yes!

NARRATOR: To begin perfect happiness
at the respective ages of 26 and 18

is to do pretty well.

Catherine and Henry were married.

And in due course, the joys of wedding
gave way to the blessings of a christening.

The bells rang and everyone smiled.

No-one more so than Eleanor

whose beloved's unexpected accession
to title and fortune

finally allowed them to marry.

I leave it to be settled

whether the tendency of this story

be to recommend parental tyranny

or reward filial disobedience.

(Thunder rumbles)