All language subtitles for Dombey And Son 08

(Theme music playing)

Louisa: If only Paul had
come to me and said,

"Louisa, what kind of qualities

would you advise me
to look for in a wife?"

I should have answered him,

"you must have family.

You must have beauty.

You must have dignity.

You must have connection."

But he has not consulted me.

(Clock chimes)

Really, Paul might have
had the decency to be here,

after summoning us to meet her.

- (Sighs)
- Huh.

I suppose he's showing that
woman and her mother the town.

Yeah.

- Why, Lucretia...
- Good morning, Louisa.

...what are you doing here?

It's my day for
seeing to the plants.

Oh.

(Clears throat, coughs)

You must be careful
with that cough, my love.

- It's nothing.
- Perhaps a change in the weather.

We must expect change.

- Of weather?
- Of everything.

We live in a world
of change, Lucretia.

What is there that
does not change?

Even the silkworm changes

into the most unexpected
things continually.

My Louisa is ever happy
with her illustrations.

(Clears throat)

Florence must learn to change.

She's grown a great deal too
old now to continue to lead

that solitary life to which
she's been accustomed.

Paul is at the
head of the family,

and consequently more than ever

bound to make an effort.

And now that he
has made an effort--

and I confess it
has come upon me

with a sort of shock--

still, it is a triumph to know

that he is so true to
his name of Dombey.

We can only hope
that she may be worthy

of the name too.

My dear Louisa, I
think your sweet niece

is in every way most promising.

What can you mean?

To what remark, dear,
of mine do you refer?

To her being worthy
of her name, my love.

If I have not expressed myself

with clarity, Lucretia,

the fault of course is mine.

My remark was not intended

to relate to
Florence in any way.

Pardon me, dear. I fear
I'm very dull this morning.

I cannot have understood you.

No.

When I spoke of her
being worthy of the name,

I spoke of the woman

who is to be my brother
Paul's second wife.

It is his intention
to marry again.

I am sure that you will
be very happy, Lucretia,

to hear that the marriage
will take place immediately.

I must admit

it has rather taken
me by surprise.

I had no idea at all

that he might form an
attachment out of town.

He certainly had no
attachment when he left here.

Oh, Louisa,

how could he?

I shall be better presently.

(Sniffles) I am not
myself this morning.

I would never have believed
this if a Saint had told it to me.

Lucretia Tox, I
am obliged to you.

My eyes are opened to you all
at once. The scales have fallen.

My love, how can you
speak to me like that?

How could you have basked
at my brother's fireside

and like a serpent, wound
yourself into his confidence

that you might
entertain designs on him?

Oh, please do not say
such dreadful things.

If I have been a
little overpowered

by your news, Louisa,

surely you will not condemn me.

- She's going to say now that I encouraged her.
- In my own defense--

I knew it. That is what
she's going to say.

In my own defense
against your...

Unkind words, Louisa,

I would merely ask if
you haven't often favored

such a fancy?

And even said...

It might happen.

Oh...

There is a point

beyond which endurance
becomes ridiculous.

It is better for us both that
this subject should end here.

I have nothing to wish you

but good morning.

(Sobbing) No, Louisa.

(Shrieks, groans)

The extent to which my
eyes have been opened today...

To what have your eyes
been opened, my dear?

Oh, don't talk to me.

If you can bear to sit there,

and see me in the state I am in
and not ask me what the matter is

then you'd better
hold your tongue.

What is the matter, loo?

That woman...

- What woman?
- Lucretia Tox.

Oh, to think...

That she could
ever have conceived

the idea of a connection
with our family

by a marriage to Paul.

But I rather thought, my dear,
that you would have considered it

a convenient enough thing if it
could have been brought about.

Oh, very good, Mr. Chick.

Trample on me with your boots.

(Ship horn blowing)

Beg your pardon, Captain, you mayn't
be in want of any pigeons, may ya?

- Pigeons?
- I was wishing to dispose of mine before I go.

Didn't you know I was
going to leave you, Captain?

Where are you going?

- Off.
- Not before you give notice, you ain't.

I'm giving you warning now.

(People chattering in street)

So you're going to desert
your colors, are you?

You have no right to
call a poor cove names

just 'cause I'm the servant
and you're the master.

Don't you pay out no
more of them words, boy.

And this was my brother's room.

- (Clock chiming)
- I'm very fond of it.

Then we must have it improved.

It shall be made the
prettiest room in the house.

I should very much like
to have this as my room,

but I'm afraid it might upset
papa if I spoke to him about it.

Since I shall soon be
mistress of everything,

- I shall give my permission.
- Oh!

My poor dear,

have you been alone for long?

Oh, I'm used to being alone.

I am not a favorite child,
you see. I never have been.

I have never known
how to be. (Chuckles)

Perhaps I shall learn from
you how to be dearer to papa.

Oh, heaven forbid

that you should
ever learn from me,

that I could ever teach
anyone how to love or be loved.

But now we shall be
company for one another.

Come. We'd better go downstairs.

(Quiet chatter)

Oh! (Chuckles)

And how is my charming Florence?

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

Edith, my dear--

stand a little more
into the light, my sweet.

Edith, I don't expect
you'll remember

what you were
like at the same age.

I have long forgotten.

Oh, positively,
my dear, I do see

a decided resemblance.

Oh, my dear Dombey.

You must come and tell me

how pretty your Florence is.

Florence is very well.

So your preparations

are almost finished at last?

They are.

Even the lawyer's preparations?

The deed of
settlement is now ready.

Edith has only
to do us the favor

to suggest her own
time for its execution.

Whenever you please.

Tomorrow?

I am always at your disposal.

Let it be when you like.

Mrs. Skewton: My dear Dombey,

you will leave me
Florence, won't you,

when you deprive
me of my sweet Edith?

To have her about me
here while you are in Paris

would be a perfect balm to me

in the extremely shattered state

to which I shall be reduced.

(Knock at door)

Dinner is served, sir.

I shall be delighted
to leave Florence

in such admirable guardianship.

Shall we go in?

I shall join you presently.

I wish to talk to mother
alone for a moment.

Very well. Come, Florence.

What is the meaning of this?

What will Mr. Dombey think?

Leave Florence alone, mother.

Florence?

(Laughs) What is
the girl to me?

You will not taint that child

with any of the evil
lessons you have taught me.

The idea of you being
my daughter, Edith,

and addressing
me in such a strain.

Leave Florence alone,

or I swear I shall
refuse to marry that man.

(Object clatters)

Who's there?

Show yourself.

What do you want, scapegrace?

If you please, sir,
I've left me situation.

Have you, indeed?

When I last come
here, you said...

I said? What did I say?

I only want to work for you, sir,
and do faithful whatever I'm bid.

There is ruin in store for you,

my vagabond friend.

If you'll only be so
good as to try me.

You will come

to an evil end.

(Sniffles) If you
ever find me out

doing anything
against your wishes,

I'll give you leave to kill me.

Oh, that is nothing to
what I would do to you

if you deceived me.

Do you know what
eavesdropping means?

- Listening, sir.
- And watching.

I'd never do such a thing

unless I was ordered.

(Chuckles) Very well, dog.

You are retained
in my employment.

(Church bells ringing)

Dombey, I give you joy.

By the lord, sir, you are
more to be envied this day

than any man in England.

I am indebted to you, Major.

May the present
moment of our lives

be the least
unhappy of our lives.

God bless you both.

(People applauding)

I am quite overcome.

May I wish you all happiness,

Mrs. Dombey?

If happiness is not superfluous,

applied to such a union.

Felicitations.

Oh, Miss Floy.

(Classical music on piano)

I feel a little nervous

this morning, Withers.

You were the life of the
party last night, ma'am.

You suffer for it
today. You'll see.

If you please, miss-- I
beg your pardon, miss,

but I can't do
nothing with missus.

- What's the matter?
- Well, miss, I hardly know. She's making faces.

Mrs. Skewton?

Mrs. Skewton.

I'll get help.

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

It is without doubt
a paralytic stroke.

Will she rally from the shock?

I expect so, but she
may not survive it.

Are you ready to attend her
till her daughter returns?

Yes, of course.

I've seen so little of Mrs.
Skewton since the wedding,

but her servant tells me she's grown
very fretful in these last few days.

She may suffer further attacks.

In short, Miss Dombey,

there may be considerable
weakening of her intellect,

a wandering in her wits.

And I should prepare you too

for the possibility

that when your father
returns on Tuesday

he might well already
be an orphan-in-law.

(People chattering in street)

How do you do? Mr. Gills?

Uh, Captain Cuttle is my name.

England is my nation.

This here is my dwelling place,

and blessed be creation-- Job.

Oh.

Then, could I
please see Mr. Gills?

My name's Toots, Mr. Toots.

If you could see
Sol Gills, Mr. Toots,

you'd be welcomer to me

than wind astern
a ship becalmed.

He isn't in?

That there man has
left me in charge here,

- and I don't know where he's gone, nor why.
- Good gracious.

Miss Dombey don't know that.

You come from that
sweet creature?

Well, the fact is, it's a young
woman I come from-- Susan Nipper.

Come in, young man.

Come in.

Ah!

(Grunts)

I'll tell you how it happens
that I'm here, Captain Gills.

- Eh--
- I mean, Mr. Cuttle.

You see, I go and call
sometimes on Miss Dombey.

I don't go there on
purpose, of course,

but I happen to be in the
neighborhood very often.

And when I find myself
there, well, I call.

Aye aye, naturally.

Well, I called this morning.

Upon my word and honor,
I don't think it's possible

to form an idea of the angel
Miss Dombey was this morning.

But as I was coming out,

the young woman, Susan Nipper,

in the most unexpected
manner took me into the pantry

where she brought
out this newspaper.

She told me that she'd kept
it from Miss Dombey all day

on account of something that was in it
about somebody Miss Dombey used to know.

And then she said,
would I go down

to Mr. Solomon Gills the
instrument maker, in this Lane,

who was the party's uncle and
ask whether he believed it was true

or had heard anything
else in the city?

You've seen the
paper, I suppose?

Sh-shall I read
the passage to you?

Heave ahead, lad.

(Clears throat)

"The barque commander
reports that, being becalmed

on the sixth day of her
passage home from Jamaica,

the lookout observed
some fragments of a wreck

drifting at about
the distance of a mile.

A boat was hoisted out with
orders to inspect the wreckage.

Amongst it was found
a portion of the stern

on which the word 'defianc''
was yet plainly legib--

w-was yet plainly legible.

No vestige of any dead
body was to be seen

upon the floating fragments.

All surmises as to the
fate of the missing vessel,

the 'defiance,' bound for
Barbados from the port of London,

are now set at rest forever.

There can be no doubt
that she broke up

during the last
reported hurricane

and that every soul
on board perished."

He warn't my flesh and blood--

I ain't got none--

but I feel like a father

what's lost a son.

Oh, Walter,

my child,

my boy.

Tell the young woman

that this here fatal
news is too correct.

They don't romance
on such things, you see,

that's entered
in the ship's log,

and that's the truest
book a man can write.

Really, I'm dreadfully sorry.

Upon my word, I am.

Aye aye.

Tell the young woman
from Captain Cuttle

that it's over,

it's all over.

Oh, Walter,

Walter,

my dear lad...

And poor nevyless Sol,

where have you got to?

Sol's voice: "My
dear Ned Cuttle,

when I determined to leave
home for the West Indies--"

the West Indies?

"--In forlorn search
of my dear boy,

I knew that if you were
acquainted with my design,

you would either thwart
it or accompany me.

Therefore, I kept it secret.

When you read this letter, Ned,

I am likely to be dead.

You will forgive, then,
an old friend's folly

and understand the
restlessness and uncertainty

in which he wandered
away on such a wild voyage.

I have little hope
that my poor boy

will ever read these words,

but if he should,
my blessing on him.

In case the accompanying
will is not legally written...

My plain wish is that,
if Walter is living,

he should have what
little there may be.

And, if otherwise,

that you should have it, Ned.

I know you will respect my wish.

God bless you for it

and for all your
friendliness, besides.

Solomon Gills."

(People chattering)

- Good evening, Towlinson.
- Good evening, miss.

And how did you find Paris, sir?

Cold and dull.

I trust that the fatigues

of this delightful evening

will not inconvenience
you in any way.

I have sufficiently
spared myself fatigue

- to relieve you from any anxiety of that kind.
- (Chuckles)

Upon my soul, Mrs. Dombey,

this is a melancholy
occasion without your mother.

I am afraid she is still too ill
to venture into company, Major.

Never did wrap up enough.

If a man don't wrap up enough,

he's got nothing
to fall back on.

Excuse me.

(Quiet chatter)

I am ready to leave
this at home, Mr. Chick.

- It's all quite frightful.
- Already, my dear?

I am not going to sit here

to be taken no notice of at my
own brother's housewarming.

Man #1: Anyone
remember Jack Adams?

Man #2: Always
wore Hessian boots.

No, that was his brother Joe.

Little man, um, cast in his eye.

Sat for somebody's borough.

Knew 'em both.
Devilish fine fellows.

Invited down to a marriage,

- berkshire, I think, Jack was.
- Shropshire.

Was it? Well, might
have been any shire.

Doesn't matter. This
marriage, anyway--

uncommonly fine
girl-- in point of fact,

to a man for whom
she didn't give a button,

but she accepted it on
account of his property,

which was immense.

So Jack gets back to
town after the nuptials.

Man he knew says to him,

"well, Jack, how are
the ill-matched couple?"

"Ill-matched?" says
Jack. "Not at all.

It's a perfectly fair
and equal transaction.

She's regularly bought,

and you can take my oath
he's as regularly sold."

(Clears throat)

Very good, lord mountbury.

Very good.

Carker.

Excuse me, my lord.

This party is like a funeral--

out of mourning.

With none of the company
remembered in the will.

Wicked. You naughty man.

How anyone can sit there
with the most distant feelings

and see that Mrs. Parker peps,

dressed as she is, going
on with Major Bagstock

for whom, amongst
other precious things,

we are indebted to
your Lucretia Tox--

- my Lucretia Tox?
- How anyone can sit there and see that woman,

and that haughty wife of Paul's,

and all these
indecent old frights

with their backs
on their shoulders,

and can sit there humming

is, I thank heaven,
a mystery to me.

You wish to leave, Mrs. Chick?

I shall not say

that this affair has been got up

solely to degrade and insult me.

I shall merely go.

I shall not be missed.

Most certainly will not.

(Clock chiming)

Have they gone?

I am sorry, madam, you have
not thought it your duty

to have received my friends
with a little more deference.

Some of those you have
been pleased to slight--

do you know that
there is someone here?

I say, madam, some of those you
have been pleased to slight tonight

in such a marked manner
conferred a distinction on you

in any visit they pay you.

I ask you, sir, do you know
that there is someone here?

Slight and unimportant as
I am sure this difference is,

I must beg to be released.

Mr. Carker has my confidence.

He is as well acquainted as myself
with the subject on which I speak.

Good night.

Madam, I am talking to you.

I object to your conduct, madam,

and I request that
you correct it.

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