All language subtitles for Penmarric.Episode.01

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What's the matter, boy?

Hasn't my girl put you on a horse?

Big up, boy.

If you can straddle that chamber pot,

What did you say?

Damn it, has more got herself a death mute?

Here, I've become before me.

We'll take a job.

Come on!

These are self-turnipats, I hang of it.

Sit around, jolte cojol.

Mark, you've arrived.

I'm sorry, lucha.

Should have been here.

I'm your cousin.

The second cousin, that is Robert York.

Good afternoon, sir.

Rachid Taylor kept me, don't you know?

You had no difficulty getting here from Paddington.

No, sir.

The garb put me in a cab.

A beastly cab.

Hang it all, I sent my turn out for you.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

Well, never mind.

Well, is there a here?

What?

Well.

Is?

Is my mother here, sir?

Oh, rather, she'll be here in a tick,

and we shall have some tea.

You like cream buns, I dare say.

Is this her house, sir?

Mine.

What do you think of it?

It's very large.

I suppose it is, yes.

It'd be dashed empty without your mother around.

You know how she...

No, sir.

No.

A thoughtless of me, that.

They're looking at the family portrait gallery, will you?

Do you know who this is?

No, sir.

But I think...

It is your grandfather, Mark Penma.

Does he look here too, sir?

By George, no.

Couldn't stand town, let alone me.

Anyway, the old boy's dead years ago now.

There's a bit of him about you.

I don't suppose you remember him.

No.

You weren't more than four.

Your mother sent you up, did she?

Damn her presumption.

Yeah.

That's it.

Took a fool this morning.

Over the man's head over a dry-stirmed wall,

snip-snapped, brought my leg like a twig.

Starting to that, of course.

Then she followed me over the wall, fell across me.

She likely killed me, they say.

Damned if I didn't believe him.

Can't blame the stubborn beast, though.

Might have thought twice about the jump myself

if you hadn't made me angry.

It have killed you, boy.

If you'd been up before me.

No.

Wouldn't have set the animal out of it, then.

I never took risks with your uncle Arthur when he was your age,

and I had him up before.

Saves around frightens you, does he?

OK.

OK.

OK.

He shouldn't let the whirney devil know it.

It trickies to make him afraid of you.

There were 200 million of the black scoundrels in the subcontinent,

and all of them frightened of 30,000 British soldiers.

Come to that.

Those ruffians would terrify,

Lucifer himself.

They can swear handsomely though.

Can't remember his name.

Whose name?

It is servant of funny clothes.

Grandfather means her.

But George, you do remember, and you're right, of course.

A darky, the old boy brought back from India.

How are you, Mark?

Very well, thank you, Mom.

You look disgusting, they help you.

You're a little short, of course.

An undeniably plain.

But you have spirit, I hope.

I need a son with spirit.

I was just telling a boy. He's something like...

Father, perhaps. About the mouth, perhaps.

Maybe take two.

Your father told you nothing about the inheritance I presume.

No, Mark.

Nothing about the wretched legal battle I've been fighting for six years.

No, Mark.

Don't address me as if I were the queen, or you were boot, boy.

You call me Mama. You can do that, I suppose.

Yes, Mark. Yes, Mama.

Since he told you nothing, I'm surprised he sent you.

Your letter did pitch it a bit strong, Maude Medan.

Going on about justice and honour, don't you, now?

Lawrence doesn't understand what the words mean.

Less one's talking about the Hundred Years' War.

He must have told you about Pan-Marick.

No, Mama.

Of course he did.

How you being perversely stupid?

Does nobody speak of me, a quick alert?

Well, now this is I've got your temper.

I'm glad to hear it.

Makes you more of a Pan-Mar, like me.

Less of a castalac like your father.

Robert, wouldn't you say he resembles the portrait?

The Baker portrait, I mean.

In the drawing room at Pan-Marick.

Looks quite the gentleman, doesn't he?

Cocky upstart, my father, just the same.

But a cunning devil at the card table.

A no faster man at the ribbons of a foreign hand, he outraced the Prince Regent himself.

On Pan-Marick's stage on the wager.

Oh, damn, fool burst along the two horses doing it.

You had to pistol them at the door of the Brighton Pavilion.

Do you know, boy?

You know, it topped the almighty, only five days to create the world.

He spent the sixth day making the horse.

Come down to the stables, will you?

I'll show you where.

I suppose I could take him to the house of lords if necessary.

A long way to that, he had to admit it.

But I can if I must.

Of course you can, but then so could he, don't you know.

I saw the painting.

Has no one taught you not to interrupt.

But he showed it to me, and his horse.

That day, he broke his back.

Well, I'm dashed.

It wasn't his back, old chap. Not as bad as that. Even so.

Robert, you see, Lawrence has talked to the Y about Pan-Maric.

Now, do you think I was wrong to send him?

So long as you don't confuse the land, Medea.

He's old enough to understand his inheritance.

And that honor and justice must be served.

I doubt it.

Don't be tedious, Robert. Of course they must.

I meant I doubt that he is old enough.

Mark, do you understand what is meant by honor and justice?

I think so, Mama.

But part of it...

This is nothing to do with your father's romantic notions.

You'll understand that when I take you down to Cornwall tomorrow.

Back to Ekelle's.

No, good gracious, no.

Pass it else to come from visit.

That's all.

So you have. Don't be a tiresome child.

I'll send you back to him when you've seen the inheritance.

What's that quote from Mark?

Sen and Garth. There were two mines once on the Pan-Maric estate.

The Qwallo's been closed many days.

Is that inheritance?

Part of it is more, much more.

There's going to be ours.

Why can't I go down mine?

If it's ours.

Such places are for the Mayberry classes as your father taught you.

This is the Parachute St. Just.

Over there is more Vah and Zen will be hard.

They were all part of the Pan-Maric estate in my grandpa's home days.

Stop! Stop here, man.

Use the worst kind of gambling.

He enjoyed losing as much as winning.

Everything would have gone by far,

but I hadn't bought a fortune back from India.

Mind your business, my man.

Get down. Help me out.

You too, child.

Look.

That's it.

That's Pan-Maric.

Our inheritance.

I want it.

I shall help it.

Not for myself, then at least for you.

What devil are you doing, Morn?

Is that your son?

Are you Castellax, boy?

Yes, sir.

Nigel, is it?

No, just my brother, sir. I'm Mark.

And what are you doing here?

I've come to see our inheritance.

Have you indeed?

In six years you haven't been able to find a court that will take Pan-Maric away from me.

You're wasting your money.

I spend every penny I have and borrow more into this mine.

May the boy see the inside of the house.

Your mother's a fool.

No, sir. She's not.

Or worse. You'll save.

Who is he, Mama?

A cousin.

He calls himself Giles Pan-Maric, but he's a baker.

A baker?

My savor-maric, jolly rum.

Don't be a chute.

Surely your father told you.

Grandfather's name was Baker before he changed it to Pan-Maric.

Help me into the carriage.

Mom, do you remember me, Mom?

No, why should I?

Oh, no reason I reckon.

I was one of those who brought your brother's body up from the cold.

And I did drown.

I don't remember. Take us back to Linsant.

No.

Linsant...

No.

No.

Linsant.

No.

radnite?

Pee-quirt!

Samuel.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No, no.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Oh.

No.

No.

Be quick!

Samuel!

Thank you.

But go home now.

There's nothing you can do.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home.

It went well, I suppose.

I was asked why you weren't there.

Down there, impudence.

I told them you were ill.

Damn yours, too.

You bought your son.

People have a right to it, sir.

I'm going to go home.

What do you wish me to do now?

Get out and leave me alone.

Father, I'll keep the house for you if you wish.

What the devil are you talking about now?

I'm your only child now.

Have a fever coming.

Tell me what I'm to do.

Find yourself a husband.

Better still, I will.

A fancy gentleman who'll sink his pride for an upstart to Dari.

We're not upstarts.

I'll be a fool.

That bookworm, Castallak.

Is it good family? What do you say?

No. And you can't lie.

Damn, if I'd have to, the way he moons over you.

I intend to stay at Penn Maric.

I'm married if necessary.

Your doers are told or you've got nothing from it.

You've expected nothing until now.

No, no change.

It is! All of those dead!

Oh, God.

God.

Do I inherit Penn Maric, Father?

Do I?

Sitter M.

Listen.

Listen to me, God.

Unless you marry with any, uh, young Castallak or someone like him,

you'll not get a penny, or a Maya state.

I'll marry if that's what you want, but I want Penn Maric.

Let's go to a man, not a woman.

Not a woman.

Not a woman.

I'll be a woman.

I'll be a woman.

I'll marry.

Let's go to a man, not a woman.

Not a woman. Do you hear?

You have no choice, Father.

There's no one but me.

How are you, cousin Lord?

Cousin.

Giles Baker, damn it.

No, we were children when we last met.

Had you forgotten it?

Yes. Yes, I've forgotten you.

Of course. And why should you remember? But I couldn't forget you.

Poppy, cock.

Let me help you, Sam.

Thank you, my boy. I've been thrown from the halls more times than I can remember.

Last week was the devil. I'm getting old. Damn good of him to come, wasn't it?

Well, don't send that gawping girl. Say something to him.

Thank you, cousin Ward. Say nothing, please.

Your smile is enough.

Damn good of you to come, damn good.

Was the least I could do, Sam, at such a time.

But I confess there's another reason.

May I ask a favor, Sam?

Favour? What favour?

Well, it was always my mother's wish, so now she believes it would be a proper demonstration of our feelings.

In the hope that you'd agree, sir.

I never could agree with much that woman believes.

No, no, no, no. No, that's jellish of me, no, no, what favour?

For your permission, sir.

And yours, cousin.

To take the name of Penn Mar, instead of Baker, as my great uncle, your father did.

You young devil, you're an adventurer.

If I am, sir, then I think you'll agree I'm only following your father's good example.

Ha! Well said. And agree, my hand on it.

Now are you going to be a Croatian P

Obi?

I didn't think last night was possible.

All things are possible if you want them enough.

I want you.

And Ken Merrick.

So do you.

Of course.

I wish you would make it sound as if for a couple of beastly tradesmen.

Oh, Jives.

If we want each other so much.

Is it wrong to be honest about the other things we want?

All the same.

He hasn't said.

You know he intends to make you his heir.

I suppose I do.

My mum had it say I could count on it.

After all.

There's no one else, is there?

No one.

John.

Tell him we want to be married.

There's nothing we can do about it.

We've been waiting for you.

Giles.

You know this young villa, don't you?

How are you, Kostelik?

Good afternoon, Mort.

What do you do here, Lawrence?

Don't make what kind of a greeting is that?

Just when I've agreed he may marry you.

Marry you?

Yes, marry you.

Don't say it like that.

I know you heard the poor fellas' feelings.

Mort, I know that.

Jazz.

I say I do congratulate you.

My most frightful piece for you, Mort.

You're pleased.

Well, Kostelik's a first rate chap.

Everybody says that.

Ten months married and you want an annulment.

No, sir, but more does.

And you'd let her go.

That's her wish.

Without making a fight of it, you mean?

Well, would I win, Mr. Panmar?

You're as cold as a dead stunt.

I'll go ahead, damned if I care.

She won't apply for an annulment without your approval.

Why the devil shouldn't she?

She wishes to marry her cousin Giles.

Does she?

By God.

I believe it would distress her if such a marriage prejudiced any expectations he may have from

your estate.

I'm an unreasonable man, is that it?

Pragmatic, I think, and naturally concerned that the Panmaric inheritance should continue

in the male line.

The reason I could damn Chezio it.

You know she married you because I told her she'd not get a penny if she didn't.

And she's better to her cousin Giles more than once since then.

Damn it, Kostelik.

What are you made of?

I'm as vulnerable as most men.

She'll leave you eventually.

As soon as I'm dead, I'll wage her.

Perhaps.

Then take a crop to her and save the heartache.

I'll do it myself if you give me leave.

I think you may change her mind more effectively and less violently.

You're laughing at me, Kostelik.

Oh, if it appears so, I apologize.

I'm a devil with your apologies.

How effectively?

By telling her, as I may not, that you have excited her cousin's interest in a Miss Chiloni

of Lornston.

The aries, you mean?

Yeah, I believe she is.

By God.

You are a Jesuit.

Fire tole, do your top, get up.

I won't take my time.

Take what you've got, I won't take my time.

Come on, get up.

Get up.

My love, forgive me.

I want a son.

You sent your boy to see me like this, Tammy.

No one should have to remember a man like this.

He's your grandson.

Dying like a beast in a trap.

Dear God, why didn't the mayor kill me when she fell?

I must have Penn Maric so it may go to him.

There's no one else.

A triloni girl, well, to boy for cousin Giles.

Mark is your grandson.

I believe it.

Nothing else you'd say is bloody.

Why should I believe that infernal tarot did look?

Because it's true.

Truth's a word, stays a word without proof.

Ask Giles.

Truth or lie, eat the night.

Once Penn Maric is badly as you do.

You're dying.

Why should I lie to you?

In my experience, a death chamber breeds lies.

They're usually more considerate, though.

Father!

Yours did take your fences like a damn plow boy.

Go away.

Let me die in peace.

Why don't you clear out to your black devil?

God knows what they'll do with you when I'm gone.

Damn, they're soft.

Leave Penn Maric to Giles if you must.

But it must go to me or Mark when he dies.

Father!

Jackal, Jackal, Jackal.

Are you still here?

Are you still here?

Will you do that?

Fight for it.

Fight?

Can't you see what I am leaving you?

A chance to fight for it as I had when my father would have come.

Fight!

Dear God, come.

From heaven, all the shades of hell let me see you.

Fight for it!

Fight!

Fight for it!

Fight for it!

Fight for it!

Fight for it!

Fight for it!

Fight for it!

You can't.

You can't.

Why doesn't a Marlant see me? You're not Nigel.

You are a...

...the first son.

And the inheritance must be lying.

Not Nigel's.

Yes, that's true.

Jesus people must call a Penn Marlant now.

Knock a stark.

You've had a long day and a towering holiday.

What do you think you should go to bed now?

No, please.

I like sitting here with you.

All the same, but isn't it?

I'm a bar.

Because I'm jealous his children, hasn't he?

Well, he has a son Raymond and a boy and a girl he adopted.

That's what the Marlant said.

I suppose we'll have to fight them for the inheritance, won't we?

I really think you should be in bed now.

I wonder if I'll have to see me again.

Will she take me to Penn Marlant again?

Will she be bar?

Are they all idiots in the house of lords?

There are some decent fellas among them, but I agree.

The law lords are most frightful asses.

The law's court but one decided in my favor, don't they know that or don't they care?

Of course, my dear.

But Giles appealed and won.

You appealed to the lords against that and they turned you down.

Stumps are drawn.

What?

Don't be tedious.

I'm sorry, Elgale, but it really is the end of the match.

And I'm to give up now, after 12 years.

Well, you've had a joy, good innings, but the last wicked has fallen, I think.

Thank you, Robert.

I can do without your schoolboy metaphors.

I'll go to Penn Marlant.

Yes?

Giles must make Mark his heir.

My dear, Maud.

You really are a corker.

He's got three children himself.

Raymond's delicate.

That sort always die early.

The other two.

Even Giles wouldn't leave Penn Marlant to someone who isn't at Penn Marlant.

Mark?

You'll come down to Cornwall with me on Monday.

No, Mum.

Take a callage from Penn's aunt's, Robert can send a wire.

I can't.

Time for the weekend, that's all.

I mean, cousin York's right.

Don't scour.

It makes your face look weak.

I don't care about Penn Marlant.

Of course you do. Robert, tell the boy it's his duty.

I'm afraid so, Mark.

I should be going up to Oxford in a year or so.

I've got enough to worry about without all this rubbish.

Do I have to box your ears to make you see sense?

I'm going to set you on, my dear.

Just you try.

Not much of a holiday for you, is it, Elter?

I don't want to go.

But I won't go.

It's something of a bore.

I must admit, all the same.

Last time we went, after she won the decision,

the butler locked the door and wouldn't let her in.

It was disgusting, right?

I almost had to carry her to the carriage.

Then you cannot let her go alone this time, can you?

Cousin York?

Why do you pretend to be such an asshole the time?

Well, it makes for an easy life, wouldn't you say?

All right.

All right, I'll go.

But will you come with us?

Lord, that damned fool won't admit us.

Giles is there, of course.

He's ill, so that fella says, and won't see anyone.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

That's ridiculous.

I'll talk to them all.

A little woke up.

Okay.

I'm sorry, harmonies.

And worse from the

Why would you

okay?

If I didn't say that any further than this?

I'm Harry Pennmark.

That's my sister Clarissa.

You really shouldn't barge in like this, you know.

Be a good fellow and cut along.

Be a good orphan. Mind your own business.

You really are a barn, aren't you?

But then you're a Natonian.

Where did they send you? Some wretched grammar school?

I thought you were a little brute.

I have more right here.

Any of you? No, you haven't.

Pennmark's ours.

So, rot off and take your poisonous old mother with you.

You young bastard!

Clear off before you get the thashing you deserve.

Not from you, I think.

You beast! You bastard!

You pensive, pensive, peachy!

Then, get away!

And take your own bumble mother with you.

And never, never bother us again.

Clarissa!

Sir, will you please?

Hold your tongue and leave my property before I get the grooms to throw you out.

That... That... That, I suppose?

I'm not my reasonable woman. I'm my property.

Well...

See? I only sent a feat.

But, Mark, I was so proud of you when you tried to go into the house.

I'm not. My dad was making a fool of myself.

I do understand, nah? I can't go on with these useless lawsuits.

I should occupy my time with worthy causes.

Women's suffrage, perhaps.

That's a bit steep, isn't it?

I'll leave this beastly hotel in the morning.

Or take the morning train, Mark.

And you can live in town with me.

No, my mom.

Of course, you must. Now, my whole world.

I have a Mr. Greek with heart.

All he cares about is his books. I need you.

You don't give a damn about me.

Robert?

And Mark, I'll show up.

That was all yours ago, isn't it?

Because your father was unbearable.

And care why?

I know why.

Mark, you are my son.

And I have a right...

Or an angel.

He's your son, too, isn't he?

You never speak about him. You can't use him.

Therefore, he doesn't exist, does he?

My dear child, you're upset.

It's quite natural.

But come home with me. We'll talk about it calmly tomorrow.

On the train tomorrow.

I told you, I'm not coming. I'm going home to father.

What has he done for you? Really done.

I've spent 12 years fighting for your inheritance.

Has he ever done anything like that? Does he care what's right to yours?

It's finished.

I don't care if I never see you again.

Never hear of our pen, Eric.

Very well.

Go home to your miserable father and become a country bumpkin.

But don't come crawling back to me when pen, Eric is mine.

Goodbye, cousin York.

Would you be so good as to see that the hotel sends my traps over to Greek?

I'm not going to be a country.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

I'm not going to be a country bumpkin.

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

Be lost, sir.

No, I was walking on the...

Would you be good enough to give me a cup of water?

Does a feral day soon?

It is.

You are...

You don't live all on your own here, do you?

He bans away, sir, after lobsters.

Must be a hard life.

Oh, better in some.

But worse than most.

Make a good living, does he?

Money's always welcome, sir.

I'm more so sad to say when earning it's a pleasure.

You have a nice cottage?

Why don't he come inside, sir, and I'll show you.

Oh.

You're my pretty young man, sir.

Any word too gentle?

Oh, I didn't...

Oh, Lord, love you, that ain't part of it.

Oh, Lord.

Will you pay me, sir?

Yes, yes, sir.

Have one.

Oh, that was generous of me, sir.

What, um, what is your name?

Martha, and I do not know where you'd be.

It will come again, sir.

And now it knows the way.

I'll tell you.

Why disturb you, Mark?

No, I...

I wanted to work, but I think I've done enough now.

You'll be certain of Oxford if you go at this rate.

Did you tell your mother you intended to go up, if you could?

Yes.

We were talking of other things.

I don't think she was interested.

No.

Are you happy here, Mark?

Are you, Father?

Well, as a recluse, you mean a dry as dust, scholar?

No, I hope I'm half the scholar you are one day.

Be yourself.

That's all I ask.

You didn't say you're happy here.

What did you, Father?

Oh, I had the tranquil life I chose.

Two sons to share my home.

Time to work, to ride, to see old friends.

Yes, I suppose I'm happy.

But the question was over simple.

You were right to avoid an answer.

Good night, my boy.

Father?

Yes.

On my way home by the shore, I met her.

It was...

I...

I'm sorry, it's nothing.

Good night, Father.

Don't work too hard.

It's not always the best escape for a troubled mind.

I hope you'll remember that, at Oxford.

Enjoy your time there, if you can.

It'll pass all too quickly.

Bye, George. Yes, it is you.

It's in New York.

Where do you go?

The Fruiton Street.

I've rented some chambers there.

Send your caviar way, let me drop you.

Fruiton Street?

Fruiton Street?

Hang if I recognized you at first.

Aren't you, Opetox?

No.

No, no longer.

How did you do?

Oh, first.

Bravo, never doubted it, of course.

Your father's well.

So he writes...

He's living at Devrol Farm now.

The Beelcholic life, eh?

It's more solitary than Greek.

He prefers it like that.

He was always a rum chap.

And brother Nigel.

Europe.

Father has to have 18th century notions about the value of the world.

But you are in town for the season, what?

It's deucely dull this year.

I have your mama staying with me in Park Lane.

Will you drop in and say, hello.

I'd appreciate it.

She takes some handling at the moment.

Is she ill?

No, not a bit of it.

But...

I say...

You don't know, do you?

Your cousin Raymond's gone.

Died of colada in some ghastly place abroad.

Park Lane.

You do understand what this means.

Giles must now reconsider the inheritance.

Damn the inheritance.

Nearly Oxford's done nothing for your manners.

However excellent your academic achievement.

I am sorry, mama, but we meet for the first time in four years.

And you act as though we parted four days ago.

I am sorry, mama, but we meet for the first time in four years.

You act as though we parted four days ago.

Don't you understand yet, I do not care about Penn Mary.

Now, since you were quick enough to come and see me when you discovered Raymond was dead.

Only because cousin York asked.

Because you were curious because you want Penn Mary too.

That's not...

I've written to Giles a letter of sympathy of course, but telling him he must now think of you.

At least you can thank me for that.

You write to a man who has just lost his only son.

You tell him to make me his heir.

And I'm supposed to thank you.

Why not?

He's agreed to see us.

I was going to write to you, but now you're here.

We can go down to Cornwall tomorrow.

Damn it, I got it.

Robert can send a wire to Giles.

If you say so, my dear.

Now, Robert.

Robert.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry for so much I failed to do.

I know I've behaved badly to you, to Lawrence.

He's been well rid of you.

You're too young to understand.

I couldn't stay with him after Father died.

Our marriage was destroying us both.

You agreed?

Your lust for Penn Mary destroyed your marriage?

I'm not too young to understand that.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

But you do believe.

You do, don't you, Mark?

I had to fight for the inheritance.

All these years.

Whatever the cost.

Because it's yours.

You do understand that, don't you?

You are a Penn Mar.

As much as a Stalak as I am, Penn Mar?

I am.

Are you, Mark?

Can you be sure?

The devils are supposed to mean.

I'm sorry, Mark.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

Don't abandon me, Tom.

Don't punish me.

Fight!

Dear Galcom,

from heaven all the shades of hell,

let me see you fight for it.

Fight!

Don't fuss, man. Don't fuss.

Get out till I ring.

Are you jumped?

I understand any of them make me jump.

I understand any of them make me jump.

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

I understand any of the makings of a talented historian,

like your father.

I hope so, sir.

I won't say I ever liked him.

But he was one of the few honest men to ever enter this house.

A unique distinction, wouldn't you say, sir?

Don't try to strike sparks from me, young man.

I'm sorry, sir.

He's embarrassed, child.

I'm pleased to see you as Impocha Stalak,

and not your mother's side of the family.

I'd not care to leave my estate to somebody who had the worst faults

of the Penn Mars.

Choy!

Sit down, woman, and hold your tongue.

We have nothing to say to each other.

Sit down.

What fortune I have has been diminished by the legal fees

your mother's litigation is imposed upon it.

But it's still substantial.

I want nothing, sir.

You'll have this house.

It's lands and mines and two-thirds of my estate.

The remaining third goes to Harry and Clarissa.

Thank you, sir.

If Raymond had lived, you would not got a penny.

You've no objection to being second best, Stuytsberg.

In the circumstances, none, sir.

Well, at least you've no humpug.

Until obliged, me and I'm not putting a foot on Penn American until I'm dead.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

That's all we have to say.

Ring for Menton, would you?

I'll bring you tea before you go.

Jarl, let me stay here and careful.

You've got what you wanted now. Leave me alone.

The Giles, dear Giles. I never, never wanted to hurt.

You've never wanted anything else.

That and Penn, Maddick.

Sixteen years of spite and lies.

I wrote to you.

I explained it all. Why else did you ask me to come?

You wrote to me. Yes.

In the end, you'll win. You'll call your son a bastard if it got to Penn, Maddick.

He is your son. You can't deny it.

I can't deny it.

And both of us know I can't disprove it.

My boy.

I must be sensible and not let him upset me.

So obviously dying and confused.

How could he admit?

With you?

But what does it matter, Mark?

Mark?

We want to know.

I'm not going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to do it.

Mark, we won.

After all these years.

The house.

So terribly round down, isn't it?

Never mind. We'll transform it.

A few repairs. Some redecoration.

It will be as splendid as it was when I was a girl.

It's so.

It's so wonderful to know that I should be living here again.

The tower room.

I must have the tower room.

Mark, you're looking to see.

I wish I could show it to you now.

Shall we ask, Medley?

I will have the tower room, won't I?

No, Mark.

But Mark, I insist when I'm living here, I must-

We won't be living here.

What?

You won't be living here.

You'll never come here.

Mark, don't say such things.

Is it what I told you?

Get on, Medley.

Mark, please!

I love you!

Come back when you talk about it. We'll talk about it.

I'm going home to everyone.

You can go to hell.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.

I'm going home.