All language subtitles for Dombey And Son 03

(Theme music playing)

(Wheezes, coughs)

Please, will somebody help me?

Please.

I'll help ya.

You come along with me.

If-if you please, I'm not--

you just come along with me.

(Wheezes)

(Hacks)

Sit down!

- Who are you?
- I'm Mrs. Brown, good ol' Mrs. Brown.

Don't you vex me,
and I won't hurt ya.

Susan will be looking for me.

I'll help you find Susan.

She ain't far off, dearie.

- Please, may we go now?
- No! We mayn't.

Take it off.

You take it off, you
little mule, or I'll kill ya.

I can have you killed anytime,

even if it was in
your own bed at home.

- Aah!
- (Screams)

And the dress, and them shoes--

you hear me? Take
'em off, you little mule!

Two hours, Paul.

What on earth could have
happened to the poor child?

Florence will be found,
Louisa. Calm yourself.

It'll be dark soon.

Towlinson has
organized a party of men

to search the area around...

Staggs's gardens.

Where is my son?

- In his cot, sir.
- Then see to him.

He should not be left unattended
at any time, day or night.

You treacherous
attendant, Richards.

How could you have
done such a thing?

Now clear off
before you get hurt.

If you please, is this the city?

Clear off. There ain't
nothing here for you.

I don't want anything,
thank you, except to know

the way to Dombey & Sons.

- What's your name?
- Florence Dombey.

Joe, where's that young spark

who's been watching the
shipment of them goods?

- Here I am, Mr. Clark.
- You're Dombey's jockey, isn't ya?

If you please, I'm Florence
Dombey and I'm lost.

Some boys chased me, and a
nasty old woman took my clothes,

and I don't know what to do.

Never saw such a start
on this wharf before.

Don't cry, Miss Dombey.
You're safe now.

What you gonna do with her,
lad? All the offices is shut up.

Mr. Dombey went home long ago.

I suppose I could take you
to my uncle's... where I live.

- Is it far to go?
- It's very close.

Thank you, Mr. Clark.

Thank you.

- What's your name?
- Walter.

Walter Gay.

Did you ever hear Mr. Dombey
speak of me, Miss Florence?

I don't often hear papa speak.

Hello, uncle Sol. Uncle Sol.

God bless my soul.
What have we here?

It's Mr. Dombey's
daughter, uncle,

lost in the streets, and robbed
of her clothes by an old witch.

Oh dear, dear!

Aye. Oh!

Poor little angel.

I brought her here
to rest and get warm.

Come in by the fire.

There.

Sit ye down.

Put your feet on the
Fender to dry, Miss Florence.

I'll get her some meat.

All right, I'll take
care of the pretty dear.

Here. You go at once
to Mr. Dombey's house.

Here, take this. Hire a
hack horse from the stand.

Thank you, Walter.

Go on.

- I'm off.
- That's a good lad.

I say, uncle Sol?

- Yes?
- How does she look now?

- Quite happy.
- That's famous. Now I'm off.

I-I say, uncle Sol.

- Again?
- How does she look now?

- Pretty near as she did before.
- Pretty, indeed.

I never saw such a pretty face.

Now I am off.

There.

Eh, you warmer?

Oh dear, oh dear.

Oh. Oh, now now.

Never mind.

(Knocking)

Beg your pardon, sir, but i'm
happy to say it's all right, sir.

Miss Dombey's
safe at my uncle's.

Oh, heaven be praised.

Paul? Paul, she's found!

I told you, Louisa, the
child would be found.

- Gay.
- The lad who brought the news, sir.

Let the servants know that
no further steps are necessary.

Yes, sir.

This is young Gay
from the office.

He must be rewarded, Paul.

Be so good as to arrange
for Miss Florence's nurse

to return in the coach with this
young man and fetch Florence home.

How was my daughter found?
I know how she was lost.

Why, I believe I found her, sir.

At least, not exactly found--

speak plainly and
coherently, if you please.

Well, sir, she came looking
for you at the office.

And the office being
closed, I took her to rest

in my uncle's shop, sir, and then
came straight round here in a coach.

You shall be rewarded
in some way tomorrow.

You're very kind, sir. I am sure I
wasn't thinking of any reward.

You are a child.
What you think of

or affect to think of
is of no consequence.

You have done well, sir. Don't
undo it. You may wait in the hall.

Come here, Richards.
Close the door, Gay.

The accident that befell
Miss Florence today

I regard in one great sense

as a fortunate circumstance.

But for it, I could
never have known

of what you are
capable of doing.

You are discharged, Richards.

When the coach returns
with Miss Florence,

you will leave with it.

I shall instruct Towlinson
to see that it is paid for

to... Staggs's Gardens.

You do not leave this house

because of what has
happened to Miss Florence.

You will leave it
for taking my son,

my son, into haunts and society

that are not to be thought
of without a shudder.

Oh, Mr. Dombey, sir,

Miss Florence and Master Paul is
as dear as me own. I wouldn't have--

- out of my sight.
- Oh, please.

Go, woman! Go!

Uncle Sol: Yes.

Oh, Miss Floy!

- (Sobbing)
- Oh!

(Ship horn blowing)

Good night, Walter. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I shall never forget
you, Walter, never.

That's all right. I'll
see her to the carriage.

(Knocks)

(Slow piece playing on piano)

(Whispers) There you are.

(Piano music continues)

Come and sit down, Paul.

Papa, what's money?

Money?

Well, it's gold,

and silver, and copper.

You know what those are. It's
guineas, shillings, and ha'pence.

I don't mean that, papa.

I mean, what is it?
What does it do?

You'll know that
better by and by, my man.

Money can do anything.

- Anything?
- Almost.

Why didn't it save mama?

Money isn't cruel, is it?

A good thing can't be cruel.

Money can't make
me well, can it?

But you are well.

You're as strong and well

as little people
usually are, hmm?

Florence is older than I am,

but I am not as well
and strong as she is.

(Knocks)

Yes?

- Excuse me, sir.
- Time for bed, Paul.

I want Florence to come for me.

- Won't you come with me, Master Paul?
- No, I won't.

Sometimes I'm so tired,
and my bones ache.

Little people should
be tired at night.

Oh, it's not at night, papa.

It's in the day.

Sometimes I lie down,
and Florence sings to me.

And... do you sleep at night?

At night I dream
such curious things.

- Papa?
- Floy.

Good night, papa.

Good night, Paul.

It's time to rest

my dear one

to sleep, to dream

till morning comes...

You try.

Both: It's time to rest

my dear one

to sleep

to dream...

(Clock chiming)

(Bell chiming nine times)

Tell me, Louisa, is there
anything the matter with my son?

The child is not

altogether as
stout as I could wish.

My dear Paul,

with your usual
happy discrimination,

you have hit the point at once.

Our darling is not

altogether as stout
as we could wish.

The fact is, Paul,

the child's mind is
too much for him.

His mind?

His soul...

Is a great deal too
large for his frame.

I'm sure to hear
the dear child talk,

no one would believe.
His expressions, Lucretia,

upon the subject of funerals--

funerals again.

Who put such
things into his head?

I was quite shocked
to hear him speak

this evening about his bones.

His bones!

I'm afraid some of
those people upstairs

must suggest improper
subjects to the child.

His nurse, Susan Nipper,

is exceedingly
attentive and useful,

and not at all presumptuous.

I never knew a more
biddable young woman.

I'd say that for her if I was on
trial before a court of justice.

Well, you're not
on trial now, Louisa.

Paul, I must be spoken to kindly,
or there's an end of the matter.

I was merely inquiring
about Paul's health.

If you have any doubt

as to the amount
of care and caution

and self-sacrifice that has
been bestowed upon little Paul,

I should wish that you refer the question
to any of the dependents in this house.

Now, loo...

Send for Towlinson, if you wish.

I'm sure he has no
prejudice in our favor.

I do not question
your devotion, Louisa.

- Well, I'm glad to hear it.
- So am I.

(Sniffles)

Parker peps saw Paul
this morning, I believe.

He did.

Miss Tox and myself
were present.

Dr. Peps said it was nothing to
speak of, but he recommended sea air.

Sea air?

There is nothing to
be made uneasy by, Paul.

Both George and Frederick were ordered
sea air when they were about the same age.

About Paul?

I think-- and so does Miss Tox--

that a short absence from
this house is to be considered,

under the guidance
of so judicious a person

as Mrs. Pipchin, for instance.

Who is Mrs. Pipchin, Louisa?

Mrs. Pipchin, my dear Paul,

is an elderly widow-- Miss
Tox knows her history--

who has for some time devoted

all the energies of her mind,
with the greatest success,

to the study and
treatment of infancy.

- In Brighton.
- In Brighton.

She has been very
well connected, Paul.

Her poor husband died
of a broken heart in--

where did you say he
broke his heart, my dear?

I forget the precise
circumstances.

In pumping water out
of the Peruvian mines.

Died at the handle, did he?

He invested money in the
speculation, which failed.

Apparently, Mrs. Pipchin's
management of children

is quite astonishing.

Perhaps I should say
of Mrs. Pipchin, dear sir,

that many ladies and gentlemen

now grown up to be
interesting members of society

have been indebted to her care.

The humble individual who addresses
you was once under her charge.

Why, Lucretia!

I believe juvenile
nobility itself

is no stranger to
her establishment.

Do I understand, Miss Tox,

that this respectable matron

keeps an educational
establishment in Brighton?

It is not a preparatory
school by any means.

Should I express my meaning

if I designated it a... an
infantine boarding house

of a very select description?

On an exceedingly
particular scale, Paul.

Oh, exclusion itself.

Supposing I decide to
send Paul down to Brighton

to this lady, who
would go with him?

Well, I really don't think you
could send the dear child anywhere

at the moment, Paul,
without Florence.

Is there nobody else?

He has quite an
infatuation for her.

Very well. So be it.

Wally.

That's no use.

Anyone can look.

Come in and buy it.

Uncle Sol, I don't
think you're well.

You haven't eaten
any breakfast again.

I shall bring a doctor to
you if you go on like this.

He can't give me what I need.

Customers?

Aye, customers.

Confound it!

When I see people walking
up and down the Lane

in shoals all day,

I feel half tempted to rush out,

collar someone, bring him in,

and make him buy £50
worth of instruments.

Don't be out of spirits, uncle.

When orders do come,
they'll come in such a crowd,

you won't be able
to execute them.

I shall be past executing
them whenever they come.

There's nothing more than
usual the matter, is there, uncle?

More than usual? No.

Be open with me if there is.

What should be the
matter more than usual?

When I see you like
this, I am quite sorry

that I live with you.

Nobody was ever happier
than I am with you, uncle,

but I'm quite sorry
that I live with you

when I see you
worried or unhappy.

I am a little dull at
such times, I know.

What I mean, uncle, is
that sometimes I feel

you ought to have a nice little dumpling
of a wife sitting here instead of me.

- (Chuckles) - I can't be
such a companion to you

when you're low and
out of sorts as she would.

I just feel sorry you haven't
got someone better about you

than a blundering
rough-and-tough like me.

I've got the will
to console you,

but not the way.

My dear boy, if that
nice little dumpling

had taken her
place in that parlor

five and 40 years ago,

I never could have been more
fond of her than I am of you.

Well then, will you not
tell me what's the matter?

- There's nothing the matter.
- (Bells chiming)

Time for me to go.

You're a good lad, Wally.

(Sighs)

If I find out you've
been deceiving me,

I'll never tell
you anything more

about Mr. Dombey and the firm.

Or Miss Florence? How's
the master's daughter?

Sometimes she smiles
at me across the street.

I raise my hat to her.

(Chuckles) Go on.

You will not be
cast down anymore.

No.

What is it saying, Floy?

- Saying, dear?
- The sea.

It's just the noise
of the waves.

Leave off, do!

But they're saying something.

- Are they, dear?
- I can't quite make it out.

I hope, Mr. Dombey,
the arrangements

meet with your approval.

They are excellent, madam.

(Seagulls cawing)

Hmm.

I will, of course, be visiting
my son from time to time.

Whenever you please, sir.

There is no doubt, I
fear, that in his studies

Paul is behind many
children of his age.

What a wealth of
honey have we here, sir.

Master Dombey is a little bee

about to plunge into a
garden of the choicest flowers.

There is nothing
of chance or doubt

in the course before
my son, Mrs. Pipchin.

His way in life was clearly
marked out before he existed.

The education of such a young
gentleman must not be delayed.

There is a great deal of
nonsense talk these days

about young people being
pressed too hard at first.

It never was
thought of in my day,

and it has no business
to be thought of now.

My opinion is keep 'em at it.

Rest assured, sir,

Master Dombey
will be taken in hand.

I am sure.

If there is any little misgiving

in my own mind, Mrs.
pipchin, it is not that.

Sir?

- My daughter.
- Miss Dombey will be company

for my niece, Berinthia.
And, of course,

there's always a great
deal of sewing to be done.

Not having known a mother,

Paul has concentrated much of
his childish affection on his sister.

Too much, in my opinion.

Hoity-toity.

Then we shall have to
substitute new cares

and new impressions, Mr. Dombey.

And if she don't like it, she
must be taught to lump it.

(Knock at door)

Mrs. Pipchin. 4:00, Paul.

Well, Paul, I shall see
you again very soon.

You're free on Saturdays
and sundays, you know?

Yes, papa.

And you'll be a clever
man here, won't you?

Try to learn a great deal.

Now that's the
way to have money.

I'll try.

You are almost a man already.

Almost.

Goodbye, my child.

Goodbye, papa.

Your aunt will
arrange for a suite

to be booked in my name
at the bedford hotel.

- You will bring Paul to luncheon on Saturday.
- Yes, papa.

- Come, Louisa.
- (Sniffles)

Come to the window
and wave to papa.

Coachman: Giddyap, hey!

(Hoofbeats)

Come away, Miss Dombey, do.

Leave the child be!

I want to go home,
Floy. This isn't our house.

No, sir, it's mine.

- It's a very nasty one.
- Hush, dear.

There's a worse place in it

where we shut up our bad boys.

Well, sir,

how do you think
you shall like me?

I don't think I shall
like you at all.

(Theme music playing)