All language subtitles for Dombey And Son 02

(Theme music playing)

(Bell chiming)

Hurry up, lad.

That's good.

Good morning, Mr. Dombey, sir.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning, Perch.

(Seagulls cawing)

(Ship creaking)

Morning, Carker.

And how do you do this morning?

Well enough.

Coolish?

Rather.

Have you anything there for me?

Well,

I don't know that I
need trouble you.

Has morfin brought the
manifest from the warehouse?

Yes, earlier. He was humming
musical recollections

and driving me half mad.

You respect no
one, I think, Carker.

Not many.

In fact, I wouldn't answer
for more than one person.

You have a committee
today at 3:00.

And another at
3:00, three-quarters.

If Master Paul
inherits your memory,

he will be a troublesome customer
in the firm. One of you is enough.

(Knocks)

You have an accurate
memory yourself. Come in.

It is the only
capital I do have.

Beg pardon, sir.

- What is it?
- These are letters for Mr. Dombey.

Go about your business.

And the others?

Oh... of no consequence,

and nothing I cannot
deal with on your behalf.

Oh?

And what news of
the young gentleman

who is so important to us all?

Very well, very well.

Your memory not
being retentive, Perch,

of what you are told, I am
obliged to repeat myself.

Did I or did I not request

that all mail coming
into this office

should be shown to me first?

Begging your
pardon, Mr. Carker, sir.

The lad took 'em off me desk
while me back was turned.

He's very green, Mr. Carker--

only 10 days out of school.

He meant to be
willing, I'm sure.

It is not likely to occur
again, Perch, I hope.

I know how much you value
your position in the firm.

(Door closes)

Now, straight to sleep, Miss
Floy, like a good little girl.

Isn't he beautiful?

Isn't he a little cupid?

- (Giggles) Yes, you are.
- Good night, my pretty.

Let Paul sleep here
beside me tonight.

Oh, please do.
I'll not wake him.

- Now there, Miss Floy.
- Why, my pet?

I'll just touch him
with my hand. Please.

The very idea. Now, come on.

What a curious child.

My dear, her mama all over.

Indeed?

I'm afraid Florence will
never never be a Dombey,

not if she lives to
be 1,000 years old.

(Clock chiming)

I quite fret and worry
myself about Florence.

What is to become of the
child when she's older?

She has dear Fanny's nature.

She'll never make an
effort in later life.

She'll never wind and twine
herself around her papa's heart

- like... like...
- Like the Ivy.

Like the Ivy, my dear. Quite so.

She will never nestle into the
bosom of her papa's affections.

- Oh, my dear.
- (Sobs) Never.

No, you must not
distress yourself.

Now promise me you'll take a little
something warm before you go to bed.

We all have our
faults, I daresay,

and I never was blind to hers.

You may keep me in a
straitjacket for six weeks,

and when I got it off, i'd
only be more aggravated!

Shh! Don't wake
the baby, Susan dear.

Whoever heard the like of
them two griffins, Mrs. Richards?

"Never be a Dombey, won't she?"

- It's to be hoped she won't.
- Softly.

It's all very well for some to
keep their tempers, Mrs. Richards,

when their child is made as much
of as a prince, and petted and patted,

while a sweet, pretty innocent,

who would never ought to
have a cross word spoke to it,

is run down all the time.

My goodness
gracious me, Miss Floy!

You naughty, sinful child!

If you don't close
your eyes this minute,

I'm going to call in them
hobgoblins what live in the loft

to eat you up alive! (Growls)

Thank you.

Your hackney, miss.

- Have you taken his number legibly, Towlinson?
- Yes, miss.

- And did you turn the cushion for me?
- Yes, miss.

Generally damp, my dear.

Now, he's to drive to the card,

and he will not, on any account,
have more than the schilling.

- No, miss.
- And...

- Sorry to give you so much trouble, Towlinson.
- Not at all, miss.

Mention to the man then, if you
would, that my uncle is a magistrate,

and if he gives me any of his
impertinence he will be punished...

- Terribly.
- Certainly, miss.

Goodbye, my dear.

(Ladies chatting)

Goodbye.

Ah.

I have come to
regard Miss Tox, Louisa,

as a woman of great
natural good sense.

Oh.

She has exerted herself
warmly on Paul's behalf

these past months.

And I really think
I must present her

with some little token

on the occasion of
the child's christening.

If there are three words
in the English language

for which Miss Tox has a respect

amounting almost to veneration,

those words are "Dombey & Son."

Then it does her credit.

There is a way, my dear Paul,

of showing your gratitude

in an even more
flattering manner.

And how is that?

I know that godparents
are usually very important

with regard to influence
and connection, but--

I don't see why they
should be to my son.

Oh, very true, my
dear Paul, very true.

Paul, my dear Louisa, will make
what powerful friends he pleases

in later life when he
is actively maintaining

and extending,
if that is possible,

the dignity and
credit of the house.

Until then, I am enough for him.

Yes, dear.

I have no wish that people

should step in between
us, you understand.

However, I have no objections

to Miss Tox becoming
Paul's godmother.

Your husband and myself will do
well enough for the other sponsors.

(Coughs)

(Coughs)

The beginning, I hope,

of many joyful days to come.

Thank you, Louisa.

I shall never forget
this occasion, sir.

I can hardly believe the
evidence of my senses.

(Paul crying)

(Coughs)

(Pitcher clatters)

(Coughs)

(Paul crying)

(Mutters)

(Hand organ playing)

Hello, uncle Sol.

Is dinner ready?

I'm so hungry.

Ready and waiting
this half hour. (Chuckles)

As to being hungry, I am too.

Come along then.

Forward.

And how have you got on
without me all day, uncle?

Be odd if I couldn't get on

without a young dog like you.

No more mugs, Wally.

You drink out of a glass.

From today, you're
a man of business, eh?

You belong to the city.

(Chuckles)

Ah!

So, let's hear about the firm.

Not much to be told.

Oh? Mr. Dombey been there?

Only this morning.

- His son is christened today.
- (Chuckles)

Didn't take any notice of you?

Yes, he did.

He walked up to
my seat and said,

"you're the son of Mr. Gills,
the ship's instrument maker."

And I said, "no,
sir, his nephew."

And then he said,
all solemn and stiff,

"I said 'nephew,' boy,"
and walked away.

(Laughs) Oh, it's no matter.

Still, he needn't
have been so sharp.

I don't think he
likes me very much.

Or you mean you don't
like him very much, eh?

(Ship horn blowing)

- That's the madeira.
- Yes.

That means there's
only one bottle left.

Yes, and you shall
drink the other bottle

when you come to good fortune--

when you're a
thriving, respected,

happy man of the city.

You see, Wally, in truth,

my business is
merely a habit with me.

I'm so accustomed to that habit,

I could hardly live
if I relinquished it.

(Chuckles) Fetch the glasses.

But there's nothing doing here.

The world's gone past me.

(Ship horn blows)

Sometimes I hardly
know where I am myself,

much less where my
customers have got to. (Grunts)

Do you know, since you came
back from school 10 days ago,

I don't think more than one
person's even been into the shop?

- Two.
- Two?

- (Chuckles) - There was the man
who came to ask for change,

and the woman who came to
ask the way to mile-end turnpike.

Oh, yes, i'd
forgotten about her.

I'm afraid we can't live on
a man who asks for change

and a woman who inquires
the way to the mile-end.

My love to you, Wally.

Thank you.

Yes, the world's gone past me.

I don't blame it, but I no
longer understand it.

(Chuckles) Yes, tradesmen
are not what they used to be.

Apprentices are not the same.

Business is not the same.

Business commodities are not
the same. You know what that is?

Well, it's no matter.

7/8ths of my stock's
old-fashioned.

I'm an old-fashioned man

in an old-fashioned shop

in a street that's not
that I remember. (Chuckles)

Even the noise it
makes confuses me.

And yet, people
suppose me to be rich.

I wish for your
sake they were right.

But whatever I do leave,

with such a firm as Dombey's

you will be able to
make the most of it.

So be diligent, my
dear boy. Try to like it.

I'll try.

Going to sea is all
very well in fiction,

but it won't do in fact.

It's natural enough
you should think about it

with all these familiar things
around you, but it won't do.

It won't do.

- (Metal clanks)
- Captain Cuttle.

Oh, that'll be ned

come to celebrate the end
of your first week at work.

Fetch him another glass.

How goes it, Sol?

- Oh, all's well.
- (Laughs)

Wal'r, my boy.

(Laughing) Oh!

Ah! (Chuckles)

- The?
- The.

Oh-hhh!

Wal'r, lad,

love, honor, and obey.

Overhaul your catechism
till you find that passage,

and... when found,

turn the leaf down.

Success, my boy.

Success.

(Coughs)

(Laughs) Give the
lad some more, Sol.

- No more, please.
- Oh, yes yes yes.

A little more.

Aye.

Oh! Let's drink to the firm.

- Dombey's, ned.
- Eh?

Walter's house.

- Mmm.
- And it could be his house one of these days.

- Who knows?
- (Chuckles)

- Dick Whittington--
- sir Richard Whittington.

He married the
master's daughter.

- Mr. Dombey hasn't got a daughter.
- Oh.

- He has.
- Oh!

I heard some of 'em talking
about it in the office.

They do say he's
taken a dislike to her,

and she's left unnoticed
among the servants.

Of course I don't know.
It's only what they say.

Ah.

You see? He knows
all about her already.

Oh, uncle, how can I help
hearing what they tell me?

To the firm...

Dombey & Son.

Dombey & Son.

And daughter.

(Humming)

(Sighs)

Paul, my dear, we
really must go.

You will oblige me
by remaining, Louisa,

until I have spoken to Richards.

Be so good as to
send for her, then.

I have already done so.

Miss Tox, will you honor
me by taking more wine?

Champagne for Miss Tox.

Well, sir, I should
drink this last toast,

if you'll allow me,
to Master Dombey.

- Thank you, Mr. John.
- Bless him.

Dear little Paul.

If my son could appreciate
the favor you have done him,

I have no doubt he would
express himself obliged to you.

He will prove in time, I trust,

equal to any responsibility

that the obliging disposition of
relations and friends may impose upon him.

- Oh, such eloquence!
- (Knocks)

Come in, Richards.

During the six months
or thereabouts

that have seen you as an inmate of
this house, you have done your duty.

Desiring to connect
some little service to you

on the occasion of
Paul's christening,

I considered how I could
best effect that object.

I advised with my sister, Mrs.--

- chick.
- Shh! If you please.

I was about to say
to you, Richards,

that I was further
assisted in my decision

by the recollection of a
conversation I held with your husband

on the occasion
of your being hired

when he disclosed to
me the melancholy fact

that your family was sunk

and steeped in ignorance.

I am far from being friendly
to what is known as...

General education,

though it is
necessary, I suppose,

that the inferior classes should
continue to be taught to know their position

and to conduct
themselves properly.

There is an ancient
institution, Richards,

known from a worshipful company

as the Charitable Grinders.

Not only is a
wholesome education

bestowed upon the
scholars at this place,

but dress and badge

are likewise provided for them.

I have nominated your eldest
son to an existing vacancy.

The number of
your son, I believe,

is 147.

Like a blessed hackney coach.

Mrs. Chick has already
communicated with your family.

Louisa: His uniform is blue
baize tailed coat and cap

turned up with
orange-colored binding,

red worsted stockings, and
very strong leather smallclothes.

There, Richards. The
charitable grinders, no less.

One might almost wear these
articles oneself and be grateful.

Indeed, you may be proud.

I'm sure I'm very much
obliged to you, sir.

Take it very kind that you
should remember my little ones.

Very well. That is all.

I'm really glad to see that
she has so much feeling.

It makes one almost
hope, it really does,

that there still
remains a faint spark

of gratitude and right
feeling in the world.

Poor Robin. (Sobbing) He
has such very small legs.

I know he won't look right
in that blessed uniform.

Oh, Susan, I don't know
what I wouldn't give

to see the little dear
before he goes to school.

You can see him, Mrs. Richards.

Put your mind at rest.

I'm afraid Mr. Dombey
wouldn't like it.

Mr. Dombey doesn't have to know.

Not ask him?

Me and Miss Floy will
go along with you.

Might as well walk there
as up and down the street.

Oh, I don't think so, Susan.

Them two inspectors,
Tox and chick,

they ain't intending to
be on duty tomorrow.

We'll go in the
morning, Mrs. Richards.

(Chattering)

- (Water splashes)
- Oh!

Now look what's done!

Oh, blimey!

(Train screeches)

Why, it's Polly.

Polly?

Poll?

I do declare!

It's Jemima!

It's my sister, Susan,

with my own sweet precious babe.

Oh, defy.

What a turn you
have given me. Oh, poll!

Susan, this is

my sister Jemima this is.

I don't know whatever
I should do with myself

if it weren't for Susan Nipper.

I shouldn't be here
now but for her.

You come along home to
Staggs's gardens, Miss Nipper.

Rest your legs a little.

Oh, I never was so glad
to see anyone in all me life.

The children will go
half wild to see you.

That they will.

Well, I declare!

It's a poorer place than
you're used to, Miss Nipper,

but you'll make
allowance, I'm sure.

Do be careful, Miss Floy.

We don't want any
more dirt on that dress.

Come and sit down, Miss Nipper.

They'll be all right.

Untie your bonnet strings,

and make yourself comfortable.

- Have some shrimp, Susan.
- Yeah.

Oh, Jemima, I do
wish he were here.

I came all this way to
see him in his new clothes.

I never thought he'd be
going to school already.

Well, for the first
time yesterday,

for fear he should
lose any learning.

Hey, but it's half
holiday today, poll.

If you could only
stop till he come home.

Well, you and Miss Nipper.

How does he look, bless him?

He don't look so bad.

I knew his legs was too short.

His legs is short,
especially behind,

but father says they're
getting longer every day.

It's getting near
Mr. Toodle's dinnertime.

Oh, poll, what a shame.

He took his dinner with him.
He won't be home till night.

He's always
talking of you, dear,

telling the children
all about you.

He's the peaceablest,
patientest,

best-temperedest
soul in all the world.

I tell you what, poll,
if you was to go down

round city road
on your way back,

you'd be sure to meet the
boy coming home from school.

Oh... oh, Susan, do you think

we might make time to go a
little round in that direction?

I think we might.

Get off or I'll bash ya!

- (Stick clatters)
- Grab his cap!

(Chatting)

(Boys shouting)

- Boy: Get off!
- Come away, Mrs. Richards.

I'm certain it were Rob, Susan.

- I can see him!
- We'll go back across the city road bridge.

Keep hold of baby.

- Where is she going?
- Never you mind.

Come along, Miss Floy.

(Boys shouting)

Get off him! Go on!

- Leave off!
- Get out!

(Shrieks)

Miss Floy.

Miss Floy? Miss Floy!

They took her, Mrs. Richards!

They took Miss Floy!

(Theme music playing)