All language subtitles for Dombey And Son 07

(Theme music playing)

(Horse-drawn
carriages rolling by)

How do you do?

- How do you do, Susan?
- Oh!

Oh. Very well,
thank you, Mr. Toots.

Miss Floy-- Miss Florence
is busy at present.

It's of no
consequence, thank ye.

How's Diogenes going on?

Miss Floy grows
fonder and fonder of him.

These are for Miss Dombey.

Oh! (Shrieks)

- (Barks)
- Diogenes.

- (Barks, growling)
- Diogenes.

- You're ruining--
- Susan--

- (barking continues) - Susan:
Diogenes, come here!

- (Susan shouts)
- (Clock chiming)

Here, dog!

- I have the honor to address Miss Dombey?
- Yes.

My name is Carker, Miss Dombey.

I am your father's manager.

I could hardly hope
to be remembered.

You were no more than eight
years old when I saw you last.

Alas, I have no
news of Walter Gay,

but they have still not
given up the ship for lost.

How can I help you, Mr. Carker?

It is rather how I may
help you, Miss Dombey.

I have business with your father
in leamington on Wednesday.

I wondered if you might care to
entrust me with any little commission.

I am obliged to you, Mr. Carker,

but I have already very
recently written to my father.

Then you have nothing to send?

Nothing... but my dear love.

- Rest assured, I shall give him that.
- (Chuckles)

Good morning, Mr. Carker.

(Bell clangs)

Where is Sol Gills?

- Flowed.
- Flowed?

Flowed, gone.

All right, heave ahead, boy!

- Where is he?
- I tell you he's gone. He's left his keys.

I found 'em when I
come down this morning.

"For Captain Cuttle." See?

I came down, found the shop
door unbolted and him gone.

Here, what have I
done to be looked at?

Don't sing afore
you're hurt, boy.

I ain't done nothing.
A fine situation this is

for a lad who's just
got himself a situation--

master bolted, and
him blamed for it.

Sol's voice: "My
dear Ned Cuttle,

enclosed is my
will and testament--"

- where is it?
- Where's what?

Here's the will.
Where's the testament?

I ain't touched no testament.

Sol's voice: "Enclosed is
my will and testament

which don't break
open for a year,

or until you have
decisive intelligence

of my dear Walter,

who is dear to you too, Ned.

If you should never
hear of me again,

remember an old friend kindly.

Keep a home in the
old place for Walter

in case he should return.

I leave no debts, Ned.

The loan from
Dombey is paid off,

and all my keys
I send with this.

It will be useless for you

to make any inquiry
for me, dear Ned.

If all else should
come to the hammer,

take care of the little
wooden midshipman.

From your true friend,

Solomon Gills."

Well, what I think is
that when Mr. Gills

was in and out of here so
often these past few days,

he was taking little things away
so as not to attract attention.

I don't see no shaving
tackle in his room,

nor no shirts or shoes either.

Fine situation this is. I
haven't done nothing.

(Murmuring)

Lock up after I've gone.

Don't open up again till
I comes home tonight.

Aye, Captain.

You will continue to be
rated on these here books.

And I don't say but what
you might get promoted

- if you and me should pull together.
- You and me, Captain.

I am going into the instrument
business till old Sol gets back.

You and me are going
to keep house together

on these premises.

Where are you going, Captain?

To search every station house,

every workhouse, every
bonehouse in the city, lad,

every wharf, bankside,

and ditch.

Lock up.

Your most obedient servant, sir.

Any friend of my friend
Dombey is a friend of mine.

I am infinitely obliged to
Major Bagstock, Carker,

for his company
and conversation.

May I take the liberty of
congratulating you, Major,

for having effected
so great an improvement

in Mr. Dombey's
looks and spirits?

Give and take affair,
sir. No thanks due to me.

And now, Dombey,
you and your manager

must have the devil's amount
of business to talk over.

- By no means.
- Gad, sir, I know different.

A man of your Mark, the
colossus of commerce,

is not to be interrupted.

Every moment is precious.

We shall meet, sir, at dinner.

(Chuckles) I beg your
pardon, Dombey,

but have you any message to 'em?

My compliments, Major.

Damme, sir, make it
something warmer than that.

My regards then, if you will.

Our friend, sir, is sly,

devilish sly. (Laughing)

(Laughing continues)

You must have found Major
Bagstock a great resource.

Very great indeed.

He has friends here, no doubt.

I perceive from what he said

that you go into society here.

I am glad of that. I have
been amazed that you

should have held it at
arm's length for so long.

I have been a
stranger to society.

Of all the gentlemen
that I know,

you are the best adapted

by nature and by
position for society.

I shall have the pleasure
to present you to my--

to the Major's friends,
highly agreeable people.

Ladies among them, I presume.

They are all-- that is to
say, they are both ladies.

I have confined my
visits to their residence.

- I have made no other acquaintance here.
- Sisters, perhaps?

Mother and daughter.

They take lodgings while
they reside in leamington.

Speaking of daughters,
I have seen Miss Dombey.

I took the liberty
of waiting upon her

to inquire if she might care to
charge me with any little commission.

She sends her dear love.

What business
intelligence is there?

Very little.

Upon the whole, we have not had

our usual good fortune of late,

but that is of little
moment to you.

At Lloyd's, they
have finally given up

the "defiance" for lost.

Lost?

Well, she was insured

from her keel to her masthead.

And did I mention that
there was something

like a little confidence
between Miss Dombey and myself

about young Gay?

That young man never
impressed me favorably.

Nor me.

But I wish now he had
never been sent out.

I have no doubt
that wherever Gay is,

he is better there than at home.

Will you check these
balances with me?

Ah!

(Knock at door)

(Groans) What insupportable
creature is this?

I cannot bear it.

(Knock at door)

Go away, whoever you are.

You haven't the heart
to banish J.B., ma'am.

Oh, it's you.

On second thoughts,
you may enter.

And how is J.B.'S Cleopatra?

Sit down a long way off.

Don't come too near to me.

I am feeling frightfully faint
and sensitive this afternoon,

and you smell of the sun.

You're positively tropical,
you naughty infidel.

Where is Mrs. Granger?

In her room, ma'am.

Very well. Go away
and shut the door.

I am engaged.

And how is our friend?

Dombey, ma'am, is as well as
a man can be in his condition.

And his condition is a
desperate one, ma'am.

He is touched, bayoneted
through the body.

I do not understand
your meaning.

Is there an allusion
to Edith in your words?

Bluntness has always been a
characteristic of the Bagstock breed, ma'am.

Joe admits it.

Aggravating monster.

Shall we marry him to
Edith Granger, ma'am?

He's a great catch.

Mercenary wretch, I am shocked.

Dombey, ma'am, is in earnest.

- You really think so?
- Sure of it.

His right-hand man has
just arrived from London.

Doubtless, Dombey wishes to
acquaint him with what's in the wind.

And I have a note
here for Mrs. Granger.

Edith, my dearest.

Where on earth
have you been all day?

You said you felt
unwell, so I stayed away.

(Chuckles)

Major Bagstock,
my darling girl--

"my darling girl"?

--Who is generally
the most useless

and disagreeable creature--

not woman yet, mother?

How very odd you
are today, Edith.

The Major has brought
you a note from Mr. Dombey.

I have no desire to read it.

He proposes that
you and your mother

should go with us again to
the Abbey tomorrow, ma'am.

I shall answer it myself

and send him your
regards, Edith.

What you will.

Dombey and your daughter
are well matched, ma'am.

Let 'em fight it out.

Steady.

Stop, Withers.

My dear Mr. Dombey,

I am afraid we
are a little late.

Falsest of Majors,
how do you do?

Mrs. Skewton, let me
gratify my friend Carker

by presenting him to you.

You have heard me
mention Mr. Carker.

I am charmed, I am sure.

My daughter Mrs. Granger.

Edith, my love.

Here is an arm for Mrs. Granger,

if she will do J.B. the
honor of accepting it.

Push, Withers.

I am quite rejoiced, Mr. Carker,

that you have timed
your visit so happily

as to go with us today.

It will be the most
enchanting expedition.

Any expedition would be
enchanting in such society.

Oh! (Chuckles)

You will find the
Abbey charming.

Associations of the
middle ages and all that.

Don't you dote upon the
middle ages, Mr. Carker?

Very much indeed.

Mrs. Skewton: Such
charming times,

the middle ages, Mr. Carker.

So full of faith,

so vigorous, so possible,

so picturesque.

Oh, those darling
bygone days, Mr. Carker,

with their delicious fortresses,

and dear old dungeons,

and their delightful
places of torture.

(Titters) Everything
to make life charming.

How dreadfully we
have degenerated.

Yes, we have fallen
off deplorably.

We have no faith left

in the dear old barons,

or in the dear old priests,

or even in the golden days

of the inestimable queen Bess

and that charming
father of hers.

(Chuckles) Don't you dote
on Harry viii, Mr. Carker?

I admire him very much.

So bluff, wasn't he,

dear king Harry? (Chuckles)

So burly,

so truly English.

Such a picture he makes

with his dear little Peepy eyes

and that benevolent chin.

If you talk of pictures, ma'am,

there is a composition for you.

What gallery in the
world can produce

the counterpart of that?

This visit must be very
tedious for you, I'm afraid.

Not at all.

You must have been
here many times.

I think we've been everywhere.

The countryside is beautiful.

I suppose it is.
Everybody says so.

I am tired of the neighborhood.

You sketch, I think. I
believe I saw a sketchbook.

- Your mother's, perhaps?
- I sketch.

- And you play the piano and sing?
- Yes.

Then you must have many
resources against weariness.

And now you know them all.

I have no more.

May I hope to prove them all?

Bagstock: Come, Dombey.
We go for luncheon.

As you wish.

(Laughing)

I have it in mind,
sir, to propose

the renaming of the royal hotel.

It should be called "the
three jolly bachelors"

in honor of
ourselves and Dombey.

(Both laugh)

I have requested Mrs.
Granger's permission

to call on her tomorrow
morning for a purpose.

She has appointed 12:00.

May I have the pleasure of finding
you at home afterwards, madam?

Oh, Mr. Dombey.

(Classical tune)

Why didn't you tell
me he was coming here

tomorrow by appointment?

Since you already know, what
would have been the point?

Really, Edith.

He has bought me, mother.

- Is that not what you wanted?
- Edith!

He has considered his bargain.

He's shown it off to his friend.

He thinks that it
will suit him nicely

and that it might be had cheap.

Tomorrow he'll buy it.

God,

that I have lived for this.

What do you mean?
Haven't you, from a child--

- a child?
- --Known--

when was I a child?

What childhood did
you ever leave to me?

I was an artful, designing,
mercenary woman

laying snares for men

long before I
knew myself or you,

or even understood
the base and wretched aim

of every new display I learnt.

You gave birth to
a woman, mother.

Look on her.

She is in her pride tonight.

I have made every effort

to secure you a
good establishment.

Well, now you've
got it, be thankful!

- Thankful?
- (Men outside laughing, conversing)

There is no slave in a market

or horse in a fair

who has been so shown,

offered, paraded,

and examined

as I have been for
the last 10 years.

I shall go to bed.

Here we've almost
come to be notorious,

you and I.

I have been hawked and
vended here and there

until the last grain
of self-respect

is dead within me,

and I loathe myself.

You could have been well married

20 times at least.

Mother, I tell you, this
man, if he takes me tomorrow,

takes me with no
encouragement from myself.

I have used no art to lure him.

He has seen me at auction,

and he thinks he might buy me.

Well, let him.

He makes the purchase
of his own will,

with his own sense of its worth.

I hope it may never
disappoint him.

You speak so strangely

tonight, Edith.

It's stranger to me than to you.

Mother, I am too old now

and have fallen
too low by degrees

to take a new course
and help myself.

All I can say is
that I have kept

the only purpose I have
had the strength to form.

I have not tempted this man on.

You speak as if you hated him.

Do you think I love him?

(Sighs)

There is someone who
knows us thoroughly, mother.

He reads us right.

He knows.

I am degraded by
his knowledge of me.

This is an attack, I suppose,

on poor, unfortunate Mr. Carker.

I saw you looking at one
another this afternoon.

I have even less
self-respect before him

than I do before
my own inward self.

Well, my dear,

Mr. Carker struck me
as being most agreeable.

And your want of
confidence in reference to him

is hardly likely to
have much effect

on your establishment
with Mr. Dombey.

Is it?

Go to bed, mother.

- Are you ill?
- Go to bed!

- Well?
- It's Captain Cuttle, sir.

What is it?

Mr. Carker, sir,

when I was here last,

we was very pleasant together.

Captain Cuttle, I must ask you

to be quick, if you please.

- I am much engaged.
- Oh.

I should like you to
set my mind at rest, sir,

on something it's uneasy about.

Is this about Walter Gay again?

Aye, young Walter Gay.

What is it you are
uneasy about, Captain?

(Sighs)

Afore my friend went on
this here disastrous voyage--

oh, come come come
come, Captain Cuttle.

We know nothing of
disastrous voyages here.

If you find any pleasure
in this here sport, lad,

then you ain't the
gentleman I took you for.

And if you ain't the gentleman I took
you for, then maybe I got call to be uneasy.

Afore that lad went away,

he told me he warn't going for
his own good nor for promotion.

It was my belief he was
wrong, and I told him so.

And I come here, your
head governor being absent,

to ask you a question
or two in a civil way.

Them questions
you answered free.

- So?
- Now...

I come alongside again

because it'll ease my mind
to know I warn't mistaken,

that I warn't
backward in my duty

when I didn't tell Sol
Gills what the boy told me.

What I should want to
know, Mr. Carker, is this:

Was the wind truly
in Walter's sails

when he set off to Barbados?

Captain Cuttle, I must
ask you to do me a favor.

Well, what's that, sir?

Have the goodness to
walk off, if you please,

and carry your
jargon somewhere else.

I was much too lenient
with you, Captain,

when you came here before.

In my desire to save young...

What's-his-name

from being kicked out of
this place neck and crop,

I tolerated you but for
once and for once only.

Now go.

Stand by, man. Stand by.

Go like a sensible fellow.

If Mr. Dombey were here,

you might be obliged to leave

in a more ignominious manner.

My lad, as many words

I should wish to say to you...

But I don't rightly know where
they're stowed at present.

But you and me will come alongside
of one another again one day.

You Mark my words.

It will be anything but
shrewd of you if we do.

Is anything the
matter, Towlinson?

Your father is here, miss.
He's waiting to speak to you.

And this, Mrs. Skewton,

is a portrait of my father.

Mrs. Skewton: Oh, really, sir?

So heroic.

Founder of the
house of Dombey & Son.

(Barks)

- Look!
- Papa.

Oh, uh... come here.
Come here, Diogenes.

Good boy. Take
him upstairs, Susan.

What dog is that?

Oh, he's from Brighton, papa.

He used to be a
special friend to Paul.

Please forgive him. He was
only pleased to see you.

Charming. So natural.

Mrs. Skewton,
this is my daughter.

You must come and kiss
me if you please, my darling.

Edith, my daughter Florence.

This lady, Florence,
will soon be your mama.

Oh.

Papa, may you be very
very happy all your life.

Oh.

Shall we go on
through the rooms?

Allow me, my dear madam.

You will not begin
by hating me, will you?

By hating you?

Please begin by thinking
well of me, Florence.

I will try so hard
to make you happy.

Mrs. Skewton: We must ask Edith.

Edith, my dear, where are you?

I am prepared to
love you, Florence.

(Theme music playing)