All language subtitles for Flambards (1979)-s01e03-Entry to a New World.en

To PMY ♥ Love RPY

Dick

Don't let them do it.

Now calm yourself.

He's to be sold, then, is he?

Oh, I see.

He's to be fed to the hounds.

I hate them.

I hate them.

It shouldn't have happened, Miss.

No

Christina

William, can't you do something?

I can't see what I can do.

Talk to them.

You think they'll take any
notice of me? Don't be silly.

We must do something.

Please, Dick

I just take orders, Miss.

If Mr. Russell says Sweetbriar
must go, there's nothing I can do.

Well, what about the boys and
girls in the village?

Will one of them take him?

Maybe, Miss

- Well?
- Father would find out in no time.

Well, you think of something.

Could he go to a sale, Dick?

Not in the county, Sir.

We'd have to go at least 100 miles
to be sure of not being recognised.

And for that, we need transport.

Covered cart?

Dick?

Do you know anybody
who owns a covered cart?

No, sir.

Doesn't Mr. Dermot have one?

Would he take a horse?

Mr. Dermot?

He's no need of a horse.

- But he's your friend...
- Miss Christina, that's not the point.

Dick's got to deliver him to
Mr. Lucas at the kennels.

Mr. Lucas is bound to mention
it next time he sees Mark

You don't care

Either of you. Just
inventing difficulties.

That's not fair.

-It is, you just don't care.

It's not exactly true about Mr. Lucas, sir.

Uh?

No, sir.

You see, when I take a horse over,

I usually just give it to the kennel man.

So Mr. Lucas won't be
expecting Sweetbriar.

No, Miss.

So if you didn't arrive there

And went somewhere else instead,
nobody would know.

- Not so fast.
- I can do it.

Sweetbriar won't be
fed to the hounds.

Wait a minute, Christina,
it's not as easy as that.

What's worrying you, Dick?

Well, sir, if Mr. Mark should ask Mr. Lucas

if the hounds had a good meal?

It would all come out. You
see, Christina, it's not as simple...

That might never happen.

We can take that risk.

Christina, we are not taking that risk.

We must.

I don't mean that. I mean,
it's only Dick who's taking the risk.

We're all in it together.

No, Christina,
we're risking nothing.

Dick's risking his job.

They wouldn't.

Would they, Dick?

They're animals.

Quite the opposite.

Animals are important.

It's people who aren't.

Will you still help us?

Please, Dick?

Yes, Miss.

Will Mr. Dermot take Sweetbriar?

I think he might.

Well then, what now?

Tomorrow morning, I'll be
on my way to Mr Lucas'.

Meet me at the top of Megate Rise.
I'll have a Sweetbriar over to you.

William?

You awake?

Yes, come in.

I can't sleep.

Neither can I.

Are you frightened?

Nervous

Will Sweetbriar have a good
home at Mr. Dermot's?

They're a lot kinder than here.

And safe?

Won't be discovered?

Would you have been able to
find it if you hadn't followed me?

True

I didn't know there
was a house there.

There you are,
very few people do.

He sometimes has difficulty
having things delivered

because they can't find the place.

Shh...

What?

I thought I heard a thumping sound.

- Uncle?
- No, no, no, no. More like a drum sound

De-dum.

De-dum.

De-dum.

I can't hear anything

I can.

It's your heart.

Oh you

Christina, back to bed.

And I'll see you at first light

Oh, creep down stairs.
Mary and Violet might be moving.

Don't let them see you.

And meet me at the corner of the house.

You'll clean downstairs
this morning, Violet.

In fact, from now on, you can
leave all the upstairs cleaning to me.

That's very kind of you.

That's got nothing to do with it.

You know very well

I know very well.

One bedroom seems to need a
lot more cleaning than the others.

Quiet this morning.

Hmm

Where is everyone?

You get anything worth buying
to replace Sweetbriar.

Yes,

but I don't know if he'll sell.

Who?

Thornton.

Gold Willow.

Marvellous horse.

Right, tackle him.

Are they all still asleep?

Useless, perfectly useless.

William?

You know something?

Mhm?

I know it sounds silly.

Babyish...

Well?

You wouldn't laugh?

Would I do such a thing?

Seriously,

I won't laugh.

All day yesterday

and last night,

I felt as though there
was a voice inside me

shouting out

like a small child.

Help?

Mummy, Help!

Oh, yes.

What?

I've only just stopped shouting it myself.

In fact, I think I know when I stopped.

It was when Father gave me
the hunting books to read

and I threw them
out of the window.

You'll have to throw some books
out sometime, I expect

Kennels?

That's right.

Hmm.

Glad I ain't gotta...

Take him over?

Shoot him.

You've done it often enough

When they're broke their bones.
That's one thing.

Blast, he's fit enough.

They have enough heads
finished for hunting.

Orders is orders.

Orders is orders.

That's it, old boy.

Sweet pastures waiting, eh?

Hey, you could say that.

And if my mother were alive, that
place wouldn't be so useless, I'll bet.

Flambard's useless?

Absolutely.

But look at all the other places around

fields full of crops,

wheat and barley

and sweets and potatoes.

And look at the cattle.

That's all food for the
people in the towns.

Bread and meat and milk.

And what does Flambards produce?

Nothing but horse manure for
the local rose growers.

But the horses?

We don't even breed horses.
That would be something.

Just buy them in when
we need a new one.

There's no need to shout.

I don't understand where
the money comes from.

Oh, there's a lot of things
you don't understand.

Oh, you're the brainy one.

You tell me.

Inherited, isn't it?

From people who worked.

From people who produced things
that other people could buy?

And that money will
run out eventually?

Precisely.

Which is why...

Need my inheritance.

10 out of 10.

There's Dick.

Where?

There.

If the worst came to the worst,
and uncle found out

and Dick got the sack. He'd
find another job, wouldn't he?

Not easily.

-Why not?

Firstly, because there aren't
many jobs to be had.

And secondly, because Father
wouldn't give him any references.

I don't believe
that. After all...

There's another thing
you don't understand.

Now what?

There's no room in this
world for dishonest servants.

I'd take the blame. I'd
say it was all my fault.

It won't make any difference.

That's not fair.

Oh, well, that's
one good thing.

What?

You're not so far gone on
being a hard hunting

woman that you've forgotten
what's fair and not fair.

I can tell you something else about Dick.

Is it going to make me even more miserable?

I suppose so.

Well, then, don't.

All right. I won't.

Oh, come on. Tell me the worst.

Are you sure?

All right.

How much did Sweetbriar
cost? 200 wasn't it?

I think so.

Well, 200 Guineas is over
eight years wages for Dick.

Eight years?

That can't be true.

And how much do you think he earns?

I have no idea.

I'll tell you

10 shillings a week.

Is that all?

And he has a sick mother to keep.

That's awful.

Please don't let it happen.

Dear God, don't let them find out.

Everything go smoothly, Dick?

I think so, Sir.

I'm not so worried, Miss.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Thank you, Dick.

Who on earth was that?

Heaven knows

Anyone in the village with
a machine like that?

I'll take the head collar back.

and I'll get on down to Lucas's.

Fix it with a kennelman, in
case any questions are asked.

Do you need any money?

I'll give him the price of a drink.

Thank you, Sir.

Could you drop that, do you think?

What, Sir?

Calling me Sir.

Some habits are hard to break, Sir.

What difference would it make?

It would make a difference to me.

Wouldn't make any difference to me, Sir.

Of course not.

Uh, it's stupid of me to ask. Forget it.

Come on, Christina, let's go.

Thank you for your help, Dick.

Come on there, Icky boy.

Icky?

That's a strange name for a dog.

I think you'll find quite a few things
strange here, won't she, Icky boy?

- Morning, William
- Good morning, Joe.

- The old man's in the house.
- Good

Is this breeze too strong?

I'll say

Oh, never mind. There's plenty
of other things to do.

Yeah

I'll see you later then.

Good morning, boys.

Oh, hello, William.

I don't know what we're
going to do about those plugs.

Now, it's absolutely essential that...

Hello?

Unless I'm very much mistaken

- that is a horse?
- Right, first time.

And this is my cousin Christina.

Very pleased to meet you, my dear.

How do you do?

You know, you're all saying
we need more horsepower?

Well, there you are.

Really...William

You thought you might give it a home?
Otherwise it's going to be shot.

Christina will cry, and we
don't want that to happen.

Joe.

Now...

I think we get some more power
if I built that jet a little bit bigger.

Is it no good?

No, it's fine at first. Good
enough for for initial acceleration.

- Then the thing floods.
- Ah

Oh, what's happened to the new
plugs you ordered from Germany?

Oh heaven knows.

They should have been
here a long time ago.

Perhaps they...

Can you take him, Mr. Dermot?

I beg your pardon?

Sweetbriar.

Sweetbriar?

No, it's coming
from ordinary post...

The horse.

Oh, the horse.

Uh,

That's her name, is it?

Uh, his name.

- He's a gelding.
- What?

Have you got room for him?

Joe?

Joe! (together)

Oh, Joe,

Do you think you can handle
an automatic grass cutter?

Yeah, where is it?

Well, right there.

Do you think he's been
following us?

William, of course we could
alter the viscosity of the fuel.

Excuse.

I look for a Mr. Dermot.

Ah, see, with a horse?

Yes.

My name is Dermot.

Can I help you?

Mr. Dermot

At last.

Hoffmeister, Germany.

Doctor Hoffmeister from Hamburg?

Jawohl, das bin ich

Hello.

- Guten Morgen.
- Welcome.

I'm going to London.

I decide to bring it.

Your Zundkerzen

Oh, but that's wonderful.

So I can see your machine, ja?

William,

The plugs. Isn't that marvellous?

Doctor Hofmeister is making
a flying machine, too.

We have been corresponding ever
since he read one of my articles.

Your children?

No, no, uh, they're friends.

This is William.

- Guten morgen
- Good morning.

And this is Christina

Guten morgen

I think I gave you a little shock, yeah?

You did look a little strange
with your goggles on.

William.

I think you two go on and see Emma

and we'll join you later.

Emma?

Not only horses
have names you know.

A madman's toy, my dear.

Oh, your flying machine's called Emma.

William, it's amazing.

You mean you can actually fly in this?

Well, only 100 yards so far
and six feet high

We'll soon improve on that.

You're not going to fly across the
channel like Monsieur Bleriot?

Give us a chance.

The French are way ahead of us.

Not to mention the Americans.

We'll soon catch up, you'll see.

But it's dangerous, isn't it?

Wasn't there a man killed?

Yes.

You taking the same risk?

You can get killed fox hunting.

Icky...come on...Icky.

William...

That's a funny name for a dog.

Short for Icarus.

Shall you fit the new plugs?

(speaking German)

Know who he was?

Wasn't he from Greek mythology?

His father made
him wings and he flew.

(German)

Didn't he drown in the sea?

Because he flew
too near the sun

It's not exactly an encouraging
story, is it?

Well, you're not talking about
the sun, my dear.

I'll be glad to get
over those trees.

I think we'll give you a
new name. Mr. Dermot:

"The Father of Icarus"

"The Genius Craftsman"

Galeus

Galeus?

Well, I think that's going
a bit too far, hmm?

William?

Can we go home now?

Home? What for?

Well, we've done
what we came to do.

You speak for yourself.

Well, you can see why I like it here.

A blind man could see that.

William?
-What?

I have to go home on my own?

Please yourself.

I didn't realise you'd gone.

I'm not surprised.

Well, you could have
said... anyway, jump in.

She can't throw you at the
next fence, you know.

It smells awful.

So do horses.

Horses don't smell.

Depends where you're standing.

Christina?

Do you know we're doing 27 miles an hour?

Really?

Almost as fast as a horse.

You're not ready.

For what for?

What for?

Peter Lucas' 21st.

He didn't invite me.

Well, I got the invitation,

and its got "and partner"

He knew I'd bring you.

Oh,

I'm supposed to read his mind and yours.

I just assumed.

Oh, you did, did you?

Well, you've still got plenty of time.

I'll wait.

I was hoping someone might
press this jacket for me.

Well?

I'm not going to the party.

Number One: I've got nothing to wear

And Number Two: I get no pleasure
from watching you drink yourself silly.

You want yours pressed too, I see.

- Who's is that?
- Mr. Russell's.

What's he want that for?

He says Mr. Lucas has asked
him round for a drink tonight.

How on earth...?

But he can't. How's
he going to get there?

Told Dick to bring the trap round for him.

I'll do it with pleasure, Mark.

I told you before,

- It's Mr. Mark to you.
- Sorry.

Perhaps you would like to do it, Miss?

William?

William, your father's going to Lucas'

Well?

Well, Is that safe?

No, he could hurt himself.

But if he's made his mind
up, there's no stopping him.

Aren't you going to try?

Oh, a complete waste of time.

Anyway, can you imagine him
taking any notice of me?

Shouldn't we do something?

What's Mark doing?

He's with him now.

Well, if you can't do
anything, nobody can.

You can save your breath.

If I can't go hunting, at least
I can talk to the people who do.

- But father...
- Enough.

You never know.

I might meet a rich widow

Over 200 yards today we did, Christina.

You doing the fly?

Yes.

It was damn fine as Mark would say.

Mr. Dermot must
have been pleased

I'll say.

But I don't think we're going to
get much further with that engine.

Why not?

We need more power.

Is Sweetbriar all right?

I don't know.

You were there again yourself last
week. He was all right then, wasn't he?

Yes,

But I think you might have just looked.

I've got better things to do
with my time than...

Here's Dick with the trap.

Go stand at the head
and keep her still.

And you two keep out of the way.

- You might fall, Sir.
- Please, Father.

Did you hear what I said? Inside. Again,
both of you. I'll do it by myself.

Go on inside...and shut the door.

Right then.

Arg!

Stay where you are.

Tell them, Dick, tell them.

Inside again...both of you.

Don't let them see me, Dick.
Go on, make them do it, Dick.

Let me help you, Sir.

Are they're both inside?

Yes, Sir.

Right.

Get me out of this mess.

Into the trap, Sir?

No, not now.

Inside, onto the couch.

You're a good lad, Dick. A good lad.

♪ I go out for a walk, walk, walk... ♪

♪ ...and talk, talk, talk. ♪

275

225, and that's my last offer.

No.

250

And that's my last way.

- Make it pounds?
- Sorry,

Guineas.

But, damn it all, man, pounds
would be a little...concession.

I'm making no concessions.
That is the price.

Very well. Very well.

You drive a very hard bargain.

- We'll shake on that.
- Good.

I see you settled it then.

- He's a good horse, Mark.
- I know that

He's gonna win that damn
point-to-point for me.

Uh...you've, uh...bought one.

Are you selling one?

Sell?

I thought perhaps you might
be getting rid of Treasure.

Oh, no, you got it already.

I beg your pardon,

Sweetbriar.

No, I meant Treasure.

- I thought...
- You know

Christina's horse, Sweetbriar.

No, I'm not much interested
in Sweetbriar.

By the way,

Why didn't you bring Christina?

Oh, she's got a headache.

No.

Sent her over to the kennels.

Christina?

No, you silly old...

No

Sweetbriar.

Finished darn thing, he is.

Sent him over to the kennels, for you.

I think you're a little bit mixed up
tonight, Mark, my boy.

Listen, you take a seat,

and now I'll get the motor on.

No.

I'm all right.

We did

A few weeks back.

Sweetbriar.

He's the one that's mixed up.

Good morning, Mr. Mark.

It would seem from the demeanour
of my eldest son

that he enjoyed himself
at the party last night.

It would seem I made
the right decision.

Hey?

Nothing.

I just said I see what you mean.

Well, let's hear the latest.

You all right this morning?

Of course, I am. Feeling a
lot better than you, I bet.

Hmm.

Spoke to Thornton again last night.

Oh, yes. What did he say?

Well, he agreed to let me
have Gold Willow at last.

Good, how much?

250

Couldn't you beat him
down lower than that?

Impossible, there
was no moving him.

Anyway, he's worth every penny.

What's he like?

Oh, beauty.

Lots of scope, deep through, big,
beautiful shoulders on him.

When are you collecting him?

Later on this morning.

Lovely. Can't wait.

Neither can I. He's going to give me
a first at that next point-to-point.

I'm sure he will.

Damn fool Treasure didn't lift
himself for that last hedge this year.

I say

Another thing. I've just remembered

One damn queer thing last night.

Oh?

Well, when I was talking to Thornton,

Lucas came over

and just to be polite,

I said something about the
gelding that we sent

over to feed the hounds
a few weeks back.

Yes,

Well, of course he was terribly drunk.

But what was queer then?

Well, he was talk... No, I...I
was talking about Sweetbriar.

And he just went rambling
on about Treasure.

Er, who was drunk?

He was.

Couldn't make him out.

Didn't seem to know anything
at all about Sweetbriar.

I knew he was so bottled,
he could hardly stand.

Yes,

Strange, though,

Lucas spends plenty
of time in the kennels.

He always used to
know what was going on.

Do you think his kennelman
might be doing a deal on the side?

Could be. They'll do anything
for a fiver, these lads.

Tell you what, you're going
over to Thornton's this morning.

Call in and Lucas is on the way back
and have a word with the Kennelmen.

Dick.

I think you're a might early, Miss,
I haven't packed up your pigeon yet.

All right.

Where's Dick?

Well, not here this morning, Miss.

Sick, you mean?

Sick? No, no...

Heaven's sake. Where is he?

He just took Treasure up
the farriers, Miss.

Which way would he go?

Right up through
Anton Fields, I suppose.

Thank you.

Dick.

Dick!

Dick!

Dick!

Dick!

Dick...Dick

Dick, they found out.

What?

About Sweetbriar.

Where he is, you mean?

No, no, not that

They know he didn't go to the
kennels, or at least they will do.

Oh.

But they don't know it was us yet.

How do they find out?

Mark talking to Lucas
at a party last night.

That's it, then.

Dick, Where are you going?

For the farriers.

They don't know about us. Maybe
we can work something out.

Mark's gone over to
talk to the kennelmen.

Maybe he'll cover for us.

Firstly, it wasn't us. It was me.

And secondly,

the kennelman is not going to
risk his job for the price of a drink.

Who's it?

What have you got there?

Fine horse, yeah.

Good honour, I seen him.

And what about Sweetbriar?

-Sweetbriar?

Come on now, don't
look so innocent.

I don't know what
you mean, Sir.

The gelding we sent over
to feed the hounds

From Flambards, Sir?

Gelding?

Yes

Last year you sent
over a gelding.

Not last year, just
a few weeks back.

Not here, Sir.

On the good book, Sir,
I never seen no gelding.

Honesty shines from your
face like a beacon.

We'll soon find out who's
telling the truth.

How can you be so
sure you'll get the sack?

Tell me the sun
won't rise tomorrow.

But Uncle likes you,
think of last night.

What about last night?

Well, you were the only one he'd
let help him when he fell over.

You don't understand much, do you?

I'm getting tired of being told that.

It's simple.

He didn't want his big, bold
son Mark to see him cry.

Nor any women either.

But a servant lad,

That's different.

You know what he said
when I carried him in?

No. What?

He said you didn't see
that Dick, did you?

And I said no, Sir, I didn't
see anything at all.

Oh.

I'm a servant, Miss.

I do what I'm told.

I was told to take Sweetbriar
to the kennels. I didn't.

That's my fault. I'll tell him.

Oh, no, Miss, It was my fault.
I knew what I was doing.

And another thing, Miss,

You're not allowed to like servants.

Go on.

I'm not giving up that easy.

Did you believe him?

I didn't like him.

Never mind that.
Did you believe him?

No

But I couldn't be sure.

Look,

Either he received the horse and passed
it on to somebody else for a consideration.

Or he's telling the truth, and he
never got it at all.

Now, let's suppose
he's telling the truth.

Then the troubles at our end.

Right

Mary, send Fowler up here.

Oh, Lord, what a mess.

That's putting it mildly.

Well?

What do you mean, "Well"?
I'm not a magician.

I can't wave a wand and
put it all right again.

But it was our fault.

How do we make them see that?

There's Fowler coming up now.

Well, he doesn't know anything
about it, does he?

Not unless Dick mentioned it.

Well, I don't think he'd do that.

So there's still a chance.

What chance?

Well, Fowler will tell the truth.

Dick took the horse to the kennels.

- I don't see...
- They might think it's the kennelmen.

Dick gave him the horse

and he did a deal on the side.

That would be
wonderful, wouldn't it?

William, you know it would.

And what if the kennelman
gets the drop instead of Dick?

He went the kennels...

And you took him, did you?

No, Dick, he took him over.

Ah-ha

Pardon?

And what if Sweetbriar never
reached the kennels?

I don't understand that, Sir,

- I mean if Dick took him over...
- I'm sure you can't under...

Hold your tongue, Mark.

You were going to say, Fowler.

Well I mean, Dick, he came
back with a head collar...

That's no proof that he act...

Mark!

All right, thank you, Fowler. You can go.

Good, Master.

And send Dick up here, will you?

Well, he's up at farriers, but
he'll be back a might soon...

As soon as he comes in.

Right, Master

Uh, he's good, old boy, Dick.
Don't think he'd do anything...

We don't want your opinions, Fowler.

Dick's your man.

You seem very sure.

Oh I bet on it.

Got something
against him, have you?

No

Just that he's cocky.

Dick? Cocky?

Well, not outwardly.

But you can see it in his eyes.

Mind reader, eh?

I know what's in his mind.

Well?

Ideas above his station.

Oh?

I've watched him.

I see

That's his game.

Insolent pup. Well, I'll handle Dick.

He needs shock treatment.

Make him think
you know everything

I said I'll handle Dick.

Well, not everyone's like Uncle.

Well, Mr. Lucas isn't as
rough as Father, I'm sure.

He wouldn't give a good kennelman
the sack for nothing.

Christina, it's not like that.

I dare say Mr. Lucas is a kindly
man, but he follows the same rules.

Rules?

They're mediaeval, aren't they?

Don't start preaching again.

I'm not preaching. I didn't
make the mediaeval rules.

I just think that people should earn
their positions and not be born into them.

Stupid rules.

Oh, go on, tell me. I should be.
What's the word you're always using?

"Topical"

Radical, I think you mean

Not easy to be
radical about this.

Why not, Mr. Preacher?

We're not going to
get the sack, are we?

What's that got to do with it?

We were born into our
positions, weren't we?

Well, don't seem very surprised.

You've been up to? Been up to
something wicked? Here, let me hold him.

Look, you better get over
there, double quick.

You've got some answers ready, boy?

We want none of your lies, Dick.

Mark, how many times do I have
to tell you to leave this to me.

Now, I don't want to
hear your voice again.

No tears, Christina, mind?

Now then, Dick, I want to know
what happened to Sweetbriar.

I'm waiting, Dick.
-Come along, Dick.

- Come along, Dick.
- Mark!

Did you take Sweetbriar to the kennels?

No, sir.

So where did you take him?

I don't know, Sir.

You don't know?

It's my fault.

It's my fault. He did it for me.

Oh, now we're learning something.
Giving him encouragement, eh?

And I found Sweetbriar
a good home.

So you're in it, too.

Well, now, isn't that interesting?

What a beautiful little
plot we're discovering.

I'll deal with you
two in a minute.

Dick, you're dismissed
as from now. Get out!

That's not fair. I asked
him to do it. It's my fault.

That's enough of you, girl.

My word...

I wonder how you made
her that passionate?

And no need to come asking for
references...you'll get none.

We're not all like you.

Now then Uppity Miss.

You can't do this.

I can't do this? Who gives
the orders round here?

Quiet!

There is only one way to
deal with dishonest servants.

Dick is not dishonest.

Mark, hand me my cane.

Oh, no. Please, Uncle.

I'll show you who gives
the orders in this house.

Please, it's my fault.

- Father!
- Father!

William

Over the desk.

That's an end to the violence.

I can see I shall have to
make plans for you, my lad.

Children.

Christina.

Christina.

Subtitle © RPY 2023