All language subtitles for Dombey And Son 05

(Theme music playing)

Cuttle: All right, my hearties.

What's the matter, lad? Old Sol
ain't been sprung nothing again?

Well--

well, out with it, Walter, lad.

Mr. Dombey is to send
me to the West Indies.

A junior has died in their
counting-house in Barbados

and I am to take his place.

- When?
- Two weeks.

I sail on the last
day of the month.

Poor old Sol.

It'll be a terrible blow to him.

You've not told him?

Lately he's been so
much more cheerful,

and I just haven't had the
heart to cast him down again.

Well, it would never do
to run away, Wal'r, lad.

He's got to be told.

He's an old man,
and not very strong.

I know that when I leave here I
can hardly hope to see him again.

- I may be gone for many years.
- Aye.

Somehow, we must do our
best to make him believe

- that the separation will be a short one.
- We?

I'm afraid I should make a very
poor hand at it, Captain Cuttle.

Will you break the news to him?

(Clangs)

Mr. Walter?

Susan Nipper, sir. Remember the
day you found Miss Floy in the city?

Of course. Mrs.
Richards, isn't it?

- Mr. Walter.
- But I thought--

oh, dear, such a terrible thing.

- Poor little Master Paul, he's very ill.
- He's at home?

Miss Floy bring him back
from Brighton two days ago.

Has he been ailing long?

A good deal of time, sir,
but no one knew how much.

Now, the poor little
flower has took into his head

he wants to see
his old nurse again.

So, I've been to fetch
Polly from Staggs's Garden.

Mr. Walter, come in
with Mrs. Richards, do.

Well, Mr. Dombey may not--

do a kindness to poor sweet
thing what's withering away.

- Well, all right.
- This way, sir.

Floy?

- Floy.
- I'm here, dearest.

Is it tomorrow yet?

Has she come?

Papa, he wishes to
see Mrs. Richards.

She has been
waiting a long time.

What is that?

Where, dearest?

There at the foot of the bed?

There's nothing
there except papa.

My own boy, don't you know me?

I'm much better, thank you.

Tell papa I'm a
great deal better.

Did I ever see mama, Floy?

No, darling. Why?

Are we all dead except you?

Richards.

- Paul?
- Not yet.

(Sobbing)

Are you my old nurse?

Yes, my pretty. Here I am.

Don't go away again.

No.

No, I'll stay beside you.

And Walter has
come to see you, too.

Do you remember Walter, dearest?

I should like to
see him very much.

Very well. Let him come up.

Papa?

Yes, Paul?

I think we must be...

Very near the sea, papa.

I hear the waves.

Here's Walter, dearest.

(Door closes)

Good-bye, Walter.

Hush now, darling.

Not good-bye.

Why, Floy,

how like mama you are.

How like mama.

Why?

"Why," dear?

Why was he born?

My dear child, when
you are as old as I am--

which will be
the prime of life--

you will then
know that all grief

is unavailing.

It is our duty to submit.

- I do try.
- I'm glad to hear it, child.

As our own dear
Miss Tox will tell you,

and confirm by her experience,

we are called upon
on all occasions

to make an effort.

And if any mis--

mis-- m-- oh, what
is the word I want?

- Mis...
- Demeanor?

No no no no.

Oh, goodness me, it's
on the end of my tongue.

- Mis...
- Placed affection.

Good gracious, Lucretia.

(Sighs)

Misanthrope. (Chuckles)

Misplaced affection, indeed.

If any misanthrope
were to put the question,

"why were we born?"

I should reply,
"to make an effort."

Very good, Louisa.

Therefore, Florence,
pray let us see

that you have some
strength of mind,

and do not selfishly
aggravate the distress

in which your poor
papa is plunged.

How is he, aunt?

I've seen so little of
him since the funeral.

Your papa is peculiar
at times, Florence.

I really do not pretend
to understand him.

I've only seen him
once or twice myself,

then only for a
minute at a time.

Indeed, I hardly saw him
then, the room was so dark.

But your papa is a Dombey

if ever there was
one, Florence. (Sniffles)

(Chuckles) I had no sooner
begun to advise him

that he really should
seek some distraction

in a temporary change of scene

than he told me he'd already formed
the intention of going into the country--

to leamington,
he thinks. (Sniffles)

- Imagine.
- Why not?

I said, "take a companion.

Why not ask that
nice Major Bagstock

to be your guest at leamington?"

Major Bagstock?

You see, Florence? Your
papa is making an effort.

Major Bagstock, Louisa?

Is there nothing I
could do to help him?

Oh, child, what are
you talking about?

Don't dream of such a thing.

You must not even
show yourself to him.

(Knock at door)

- Yes?
- Mr. Harris has called, ma'am.

- Harris?
- The stonemason, ma'am.

He said he was asked to attend

to receive instructions
for the tablet.

Will you wait in the
hall, please, Towlinson?

I will see what I can do.

Hoo-hoo!

- (Knock at door)
- Paul?

Have the goodness to
leave me alone, Louisa.

Mr. Harris has called.

I am better by
myself. I want nothing.

It's the stonemason, Paul.

Towlinson says that
you asked him to call

to receive instructions
for the tablet.

This will give the man an indication
of the shape and size of the tablet.

I wish it to be placed on the wall
beneath the memorial to his mother.

- Very good, sir.
- There is really nothing to inscribe

but name and age,
as you can see.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Would you be good enough to
read it over again, Mr. Dombey?

I think there's a mistake.

I see no mistake.

Here, sir. See?

- "Beloved and only child."
- Well?

Miss Florence, sir?

Should it not read

"beloved and only son"?

Make the correction, please.

Uncle Sol: I expect
you to be glad to go.

You always were
fond of the sea, Wally.

Walter: Uncle Sol, if
you say that, I won't go.

- Of course I'm not glad.
- Steady, Wal'r.

If uncle Sol thinks i'm
glad to be leaving him,

then I'm a fixture
here, Captain Cuttle.

Even if I was going
to be made governor

of all the islands in the
West Indies, I wouldn't go.

Now then, Wally, when I
say you'll be glad to go,

I mean I hope you are.

I know you've always considered me
more than you have yourself, my boy.

If you tell me that this voyage

is good fortune for you,

then I can reconcile myself

almost to anything,
even the West Indies.

But I won't have you putting yourself
at a disadvantage for my sake...

And I won't have you
keeping anything from me.

Ned Cuttle, are you dealing
plainly with your old friend?

Now speak out. Ought he to go?

Well, it's a piece of
extraordinary preferment, Sol.

I'd give 100,000
for Walter's gain

in the long run.

- Good night, Towlinson.
- Good night, Miss Florence.

- Dear papa.
- What is it?

Why do you come here? What's the
matter? Why do you come in here?

- I came, papa-- -
against my wishes. Why?

(Sniffles)

(Sobbing)

You have the whole
house to yourself.

(Lock clicks)

Matey, I come about Wal'r Gay.

Gone. Yesterday.

You'll find him
at home, packing.

Look here, Matey.

I come to see one
of your governors

about Wal'r Gay.

So, if you'd be so good

as to report me here,

I'll wait.

I'll see if Mr. Carker

is disengaged.

Thank ye, Matey.

What name was it you said?

Cuttle, Matey. Cap'n Cuttle.

Cuttle.

Will Captain Cuttle
please to walk this way?

Mr. Carker will see you.

Mr. Carker?

So I believe. Won't
you sit down?

Thank ye kindly.

(Sighs)

I'm a seafarin' man, Mr. Carker.

- So I see.
- Aha.

Young Walter's
almost a son to me.

I am a intimate friend of
his and of his uncle's, see.

Walter Gay?

Aye, Wal'r Gay.

He's on your books here.

Uh, you may have heard
your head governor

mention my name-- Cap'n Cuttle.

No.

Oh?

I, uh, had the pleasure
of his acquaintance

at Brighton.

- Really?
- Aye.

Uh...

Won't you take a chair yourself,

uh, Mr. Carker?

A man gets more way on
himself in conversation

when he's sat down.

You have come to see
me about Walter Gay?

What I should like to put to you

in a friendly way, entirely
between ourselves,

for my own private
reckoning is this:

Is everything right
and comfortable here

for Walter?

Is he outward-bound
with a fair wind?

You seem a practical
man, Captain Cuttle.

- Oh...
- What do you think?

I'd say he's outward-bound
with fair weather--

wind well astern, and
plenty of it. Am I right?

Young Gay has
brilliant prospects,

all the world before him.

(Chuckles)

I'd bet a Gill of old Jamaica

I know what you're
smiling about.

You would?

All the world and his...

Wife, eh?

You're thinking of a...

Capital "f" perhaps?

Anything about a "l"

and a "o"?

Right again, am I?

Ol' Sol and me, we always said
they was cut out for each other,

ever since that time he found her
on the street all them years ago.

Captain Cuttle, your views
in reference to Walter Gay

are thoroughly
and accurately right.

I understand that
we speak together

in confidence.

- Not a word.
- To him or to anyone.

So, Walter's going
on this voyage

is all part of his
general expectations here

on the way to
making his fortune.

So long as I know
that, my mind's at ease.

(Grunts)

I ain't a man of many
words, Mr. Carker...

But I take it kind

of you being so
friendly and above-board.

Not at all.

Ah.

Uh... my berth's

not very roomy, Mr. Carker,

though tolerable snug.

If you're ever near brig place,

number nine, anytime,

I shall be proud to see you.

Thank you.

How about a glass
of rum and water,

eh, Matey, around the corner?

Oh, I done a little bit of business
for the youngsters today.

- Now that deserves a toast, don't it?
- Toast?

- To Wal'r.
- Who?

- Wal'r!
- (Perch gasps)

One more hour.

(Exhales)

Uh... (Clears throat)
A parting gift, lad.

Put it back half an
hour every morning,

and about another quarter
toward the afternoon.

It's a watch as'll
do you credit.

I couldn't think of it.

Please put it back
in your pocket.

Uh... take this here
trifle of plate instead.

Oh, Captain, I couldn't.

A thousand thanks, but...

Well, it'll be of much
more use to you than to me.

I got nothing else
to give you, lad.

Uh, I did want to
give you something

to remember me by.

Could you be parted
from your stick?

- This?
- I should like to have it very much.

Then you shall have it.

- Thank you.
- (Chuckling)

Thank you.

Uncle Sol, look what
Captain Cuttle's given me.

Thank you again. I shall
take the greatest care of it.

Now, Wal'r, lad, if your
uncle's half the man I think he is,

he'll fetch up the last
bottle of the madeira.

Oh, no, ned, we won't
open that bottle

till Wally comes home again.

Well said. Hear him.

It'll lie there, covered
in dirt and cobwebs,

till you come back
to claim it, Wally.

Train up a fig tree in
the way it should go,

and when old, sit
in the shade of it.

Where's that to be
found, Captain Cuttle?

I ain't quite certain,
lad... but when found...

All: Make a note of it.

- Wal'r!
- Before that bottle sees the light of day,

maybe we'll be covered
with dirt and cobwebs.

Oh, come now, uncle. Cheer up.

What shall I send you
home from Barbados?

Hope, Wally.

And you'll not forget
what you're to send me?

What? Oh, no no.

Everything I hear about Miss
Dombey, I'll write. (Chuckles)

It won't be much, though.

If you ever do see her, uncle,

will you tell her how
much I feel for her,

how much I used to think
of her while I was here,

how I spoke of her only
an hour before I went away?

I never will forget
her beautiful face.

Wally.

Is it possible?

Miss Dombey, Susan.

Oh, come in. Do please come in.

See who it is, uncle.

Dear Mr. Gills. Do
you remember me?

My dear young lady, how
could I ever forget you?

Oh, and Captain Cuttle, too.

- And Miss Nipper.
- How glad I am we came this way, Susan.

Will you come
through to the parlor?

Florence: And this nice
old shop, just the same.

How well I recollect it.

Uh, sit ye down.

Thank you.

I'm to go away today...

In less than an hour.

We're waiting now for the
hackney to take me to the wharf.

- A sea voyage, Walter?
- To Barbados.

Um, will you be
absent for very long?

Your father signified as
much when he appointed me.

Well, was it a favor, Walter?

The appointment?

I'm afraid you scarcely
have been a favorite of papa's.

Well, there are many
people employed in the firm.

Between Mr. Dombey and a young man
like me, there's a wide space of separation.

Barbados, indeed!

- There must be many more he could spare instead.
- Now, Susan.

A knowledge of black
slavery should be required.

That Mrs. Pipchin from Brighton
would come cheap at her weight in gold.

I'm so sorry you're
going, Walter,

but perhaps you may
come back very soon.

I may come back an old man

and find you an old lady,

but I hope for better things.

One day papa will
recover from his grief

and speak to me more freely,

and I will tell him how
much I wish to see you

and ask him to recall
you again for my sake.

Will you allow me to be a
friend while Walter is away

and come and see you when I
can? Will you, Walter's uncle?

I'm very grateful. Say
something for me, Wally.

And will you tell me everything
about yourself and Walter,

and have no secrets from Susan

when she comes and I cannot?

Oh, now, Miss Floy.

I know no more than
uncle Sol what to say

in acknowledgement
of such kindness.

I made this little purse...

For my darling Paul.

Will you take it with my love?

God bless you, Walter.

Never forget me.

(Door closes)

Oh, uncle Sol. (Sobbing)