All language subtitles for Passions Way Romantic Drama Sela Ward and Timothy Dalton 1999 Subtitles

DARREN Just come for Mr. Darrow.

DARREN Just come for Mr. Darrow.

DARREN Well, he's gone unholy just today.

DARREN Oh dear, it's much urgent.

You might still catch him at the station.

Sir.

Mr. Darrow.

Sir.

Thank you very much, Roberts.

I'm sorry.

Unexpected obstacle. Please don't come.

Bound for Paris?

Yes.

Well...

That's to say I was.

She had put me off at the very last moment and so casually, without explanation,

would it happen to the warmth of her greeting of that embassy party

when after so long a time we had miraculously found each other again.

Tell us, Tarot, what do you think of Tap's chances for renomination on next year?

Well, I think Teddy Roosevelt will give him a run for his money.

Roosevelt wants the woman's vote.

That'll be his downfall.

Moraine, for Teddy.

I can't say I agree with your enthusiasm.

Might you help women, Wilson?

Go for it.

Would you excuse me?

Anna?

Anna, leave.

Hello, Charles.

I can scarcely believe it.

How long has it been?

Ten years, twelve?

Allow me to introduce my stepson, Owen Leave.

Mr. Charles Darrow from New York.

How'd you do?

A pleasure.

You very, very striking resemblance to your father.

Oh, you knew my father.

Very slightly.

Anna.

How have you been, Charles?

Is your husband here this evening?

No.

Fraser died six years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you living here in London now?

No, I live in France, near Paris, with our little girl.

We live with Fraser's mother.

She's a French vehicle.

I don't believe you ever met Fraser's mother.

She's a French vehicle.

Yes, I do.

I don't believe you ever met Fraser's mother.

No, I don't believe so.

You're about to.

Anna, darling, have you seen Owen?

I've been looking for him everywhere.

There's a simply delightful young lady I wish to introduce him to.

He was threatening to make an early departure.

I don't know if he's made good on it, but she...

Allow me to introduce Mr. Charles Darrow.

He's with the embassy.

Madame de Chantelle.

How do you do?

I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, Madame.

Charles and I are old friends from New York.

We haven't seen each other in years.

Oh, dreadful city.

But I'm sure you must be in the midst of vast reminiscences.

If you'll excuse me, Mr. Darrow.

If you happen to see Owen...

I'll tell him.

A fast reminiscences indeed.

You haven't mentioned a family.

None to mention. I never married.

I'm sorry. That was intrusive for me.

No, nothing of the kind.

After you married, Frissel-Leith, you see...

My own marital prospects always seemed rather dim and comparison to those I'd imagined with you.

Perhaps that was too candid of the middle of you.

No, nothing of the kind.

How long will you be in London, Anna?

Through the rest of the week, we're here for a regime semi-annual shopping spree.

A house parting surrey this weekend went home.

Or about some surrey.

Some people by the name of Benedict, I don't know them, they're friends of regimes.

And mine.

Really?

And why do you suppose I've been invited for the weekend?

Oh, Charles, don't tell me.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Don't tell me.

I can't tell you what a great pleasure it's been seeing you again.

To have had this opportunity to spend this time with you.

It has been lovely.

Oh, I often wondered over these years...

It might have happened between us, I'd you know, Frissel-Leith.

Are you happy, Anna?

With Frissel.

I was content.

I hope it won't be another ten years.

It wasn't Frissel who came between us, it was Kitty May.

Do you remember her?

Hardly.

You know, I don't understand, Anna.

We were at dinner one evening and you were sitting next to Kitty, across the table.

She looked to me, so luminous.

And she was saying something to you when you laughed, and there was something new in your laughter.

And your eyes were different.

And I lay awake all that night wondering what she'd been saying to you, and how I might learn to say such things.

I told myself that my heart would surely tell me.

And the next time we were loaned together, I would know.

Irresistible words would come, magically.

But they didn't.

They wouldn't. I was afraid of you.

And then I met Frissel.

And I had no such difficulties about him.

And I chose the ease and comfort of my feelings for Fraser.

I was a fearful, intensity of emotions I felt about you.

I loved you, Anna.

On all the occasions since when I thought of you, I knew I loved you still.

I loved you now.

I loved you.

I loved you.

I loved you.

I loved you.

I loved you.

Come, did you rave for a visit with you, Chuck?

Impossible for me to imagine then that she was to obliterate in a few brief telegraphed words that we flowering of our intimacy.

Please.

Don't come.

She didn't want me after all, and I'd taken the shortest way to tell me so.

Mr. Jarrah?

Yes.

You don't remember me, do you?

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't.

Of course, why should you?

I used to see you at Mrs. Martins in London. My name is Sophie Viner.

Of course, now I remember Mrs. Martins.

You're her niece, is it?

I don't have any, no. I kept her account and wrote up the visiting books and walked those awful dogs for her in the light.

Are you going to Paris?

I'm not certain I intended to, but it's been a delay. I don't know. I haven't made up my mind.

Well, the boat doesn't leave for two hours. It's plenty of time for you to decide.

And who does your friend live in Paris?

No, not Paris, nearby, a place called, if you've read.

I've never been to the French countryside.

Are you beginning to remember me a little now?

For Mrs. Martins, so long?

Yes. It has been some time.

Through years at least, I think.

You used to come to see Lady Olrica.

You don't like me saying that you came for Lady Olrica?

Better than you thinking I came from Mrs. Murrut.

Who'd come for her? Wasn't she an awful person? It is still.

I was so envious of Lady Olrica.

She had almost all the things I've always wanted.

Clothes and fun and motors and admiration and yachting in Paris.

And how do you suppose a girl can see that sort of thing about her day after day and never wonder why some women, they don't seem to have any more right to it, have it all tumbled into their laps while others are writing dinner invitations and doing accounts and copying visiting lists and matching ribbons?

One looks in one's glass after all.

Is that terribly vain of me, do you think?

I think if every right to a touch of vanity.

Well, I'm out of it now.

The truth is, we quarreled.

Mrs. Martins, I left last night in a great rush.

And without my salary.

What if I may ask, are you doing next?

I'm going to Paris to study for the stage.

And what if I may ask, are you doing?

I'll have to decide soon, won't I?

At the very least, you shouldn't miss Paris.

I'm not going to be able to do this.

I'm going to go to Paris and see the other side.

Mom, how are you feeling?

As you can see, I'm no longer horizontal today.

Ah, much better.

And I fully intend to be altogether perpendicular for the arrival of your guest tomorrow.

It is to be tomorrow, isn't it?

It was. I postponed his visit.

Oh, but what?

It's earned about you being ill.

And there's all this nuisance about a new governor's for Effie.

Oh, well. Pleasure deferred, I suppose.

Am I right in my suspicion?

What suspicion?

That there is to be some pleasure for you in his being here, this Mr. Darrow.

How astute you are, regime.

Would I be right to assume that this was a long ago affair of the heart?

Of a sort.

I had some very complimentary remarks about this gentleman when I was in London, you know.

He seems to be very highly regarded by people, I regard very highly.

I'm sure he is.

That he should be a very attractive looking man goes without saying.

But I shall say it, nevertheless.

Also unmarried, it seems.

And you having been a widow all those five years?

Six?

I've only invited Mr. Darrow for a visit, regime.

And I expect to be kept fully informed on the progress of this matter.

What matter?

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't play with me, you don't hear of.

You know very well what matter.

And if I may offer a word of advice, and of course I may, my husband is dead.

Long live my husband is not often an altogether sensible approach to life.

When I not had a sensible approach to life, so often with a sense of groping and a topsy-turvy universe,

I wondered why I seemed to ignore all the passions and sensations which formed the stuff of great poetry and memorable action.

I can never see how the magnificent things one read about could ever happen to me.

Little by little I'd learned to regard the substance of life as a mere canvas,

with the imaginations of poets and painters.

It had hardly ever occurred to me that they might be translated into experience.

My experience.

I think you made the best decision, Mr. Darrow.

At least you can enjoy a few days in Paris until things get started.

As for your plans, do you have any theatrical contacts in Paris?

No, I've never had anyone to count on but myself.

I'm an orphan, you see.

I was raised by a guardian until I was 17 when I came to Europe with a school friend and her parents.

And then Diana looped with a young man who'd followed her from New York,

and they went back home and her parents chased furiously after her.

And there I was, stranded in London.

Well, not quite stranded.

I had some friends, a couple named Farla.

They're Americans too.

It was they who got me together with Mrs. Marnett.

Mrs. Marnett.

They said she was hostess in what they called the last of the salons.

Of course I soon realized what really went on there, but I didn't have the heart to tell them.

The Farla's live in Paris now.

I've wired them that I'm coming, so I suppose I'm thrusting myself upon them after all.

Well, I should think they'd be delighted to have you.

Do you? What?

Do your friends be expecting you to salate them out?

Oh, yes.

I told them they mustn't think of coming to this station.

It's very kind of you to prop me off.

Look, look there. That's what you must see before you 24 hours.

Sir Dean, I've never seen her.

What do you must come with me tomorrow night to see her?

With your friends, of course.

Will you really take us? It's too beautiful, aren't you?

We must hear.

And who's required the follows?

I should have, excuse me, we should have followed so far.

What's he saying?

What's wrong with his aunt here?

Not here?

I asked her who's having caught his phone, Ravene.

Ah, he's not going to be there.

What's wrong with him?

He's not going to be there.

I'm not.

This is the left Paris and Gonta Swine for a month.

And they couldn't have gotten my phone.

Why did an apple such haster should have waited to hear from them before I left one?

What's that?

Is there a dress in Swine?

Don't worry, we'll sort it off.

I can't problem with you.

She want me at the sour, Mr. Dara.

Of course she want.

I want cells for good.

Yes.

That one and that one.

I'll look up the journey trains in the morning and see you safely to the station.

I can't thank you enough, Mr. Dara. What would I have done without you?

It's been my pleasure, Mr. Swine.

Shall we meet in the breakfast room? Say it at luck.

By all means.

By all means?

Pleasant dreams.

Good night.

You would say I'm both, so you're fucking...

I'm sure I shall.

We'll be right back.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Like a star.

Here, I've made a note of the Swine trains through the afternoon.

Pity, you're Mr. Great, Sir Dean, and one of the finest roles.

Yes, I'm so disappointed.

There is an alternative, of course, to everyone's liking.

What would it be?

I don't know, right, Lynne.

Swine, yesterday, would certainly be an unexpected one for which your friends were unprepared.

Whereas, if you were to write them a letter, telling them you'd come in tomorrow or whatever time would be convenient to them then.

Sir Dean!

Sir Dean!

Oh!

I've written a letter to the photos I'm posting right now.

I'll look aint have them just a moment down.

Thank you.

I'll wrap on you door soon.

Lovely.

You want to thank for Darrow?

No, Miss.

I'd like to send a telegram to the American Embassy in London.

Where is she?

I'll be in the receiver response.

I'll be in my room.

Did you see the theater announcements at the hotel?

They're giving Ed a page tomorrow at the Francais.

I suppose you've seen it heaps and heaps of times.

I almost see it too.

We'll go tomorrow.

Oh, how can I? The last train is Wangili is at the floor.

Doesn't you have them yet? I'll go back to my friends.

I shall tomorrow early. I ask Mrs. Farlow to telegraph as soon as she got my letter.

Oh, come along. There's the curtain.

Mr. Darrow!

It is Mr. Darrow, isn't it?

Such a lot to run across here.

Good to see you, Mr. Darrow.

Anna tells me she's invited to Dandu Jivre.

I'll look forward to seeing you there.

Meanwhile, won't you come after supper with my friends and me after the play?

Those two fellows over there are friends of mine who are the Bose are.

We'd be so glad if you and...

We'd be so glad if you'd come.

Last call. Enjoy the play.

Come on, let's go.

No letter from France.

She hadn't written then, and it was plain she did not mean to write.

If she had had any intention of explaining her telegram, she would certainly within 24 hours have followed it up by a letter.

Her silence could only mean that she had no explanation to give, or that she was too indifferent to me to be aware that one was needed.

Once again, on the brink of happiness, was on that occasion so many years ago, she had turned from me.

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It was the finest performance I've ever seen of Cervines.

It ran into Mr. Darrow, by the way.

Mr. Damer.

Yeah, at the theater.

I must have decided to come on to Paris after all.

Did he speak of my having put him off?

I don't want him to recall that.

We only had a moment and he seemed

in rather a hurry to get back to the young lady he was with.

I didn't actually see her just the back of her in a pink look.

Darrow tucked her away into a box.

F.E. Wade up, darling.

Any luck yet finding a new governess, Ferethi?

No, no, I haven't.

Don't I want it today?

There must be something.

Could you please check again for me?

Thank you.

There's still nothing from the far lows.

Perhaps I should have telegraphed instead of writing,

but it costs so much more and I haven't depended to spare.

Well, there's no worth using sitting around here all day.

Breakfast in the boa.

Then perhaps the boat's to Bellevue.

And of course the matinee of the theater france is promised.

And then on to a wonderful dinner.

Do you happen to remember what time it was

when you posted my letter?

Wish to prefer.

The boat's Bellevue or that we drive out somewhere?

Oh, the boat's Bellevue, please.

What a lovely day you've given me.

The food here is so wonderful.

Have you noticed that cooking always expresses the national character?

I think French food is so clever and amusing because the people are.

Do you think so?

This is so much like Irish stew.

What did you say it's called?

Navarant.

Navarant.

Yes.

I think it's a good sign when people like Irish stew.

There's still nothing from the Far Los.

I must take the first rangers to walk me in the morning anyway.

If the Far Los aren't there, I can go to a hotel.

And it will surely cost us to stay here.

My only regret will be that our good time is over.

Why would it stay so few?

I want you just for a few days to have all the things you've never had.

Why not make the most of them now?

Listen, to prove that I'm sincere, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you that I didn't post your letter.

I didn't post it because I wanted so much to give you a few good hours.

And because I couldn't better have you go.

You kept it back on purpose.

And you tell me so now to prove to me that I'd better put myself under your protection?

But thank you for telling me.

And for all your other kind intentions.

The plan's delightful, really quite delightful.

And I'm much flatter than obliged.

My intentions were not dishonest, Sophie.

I saw that you went through a bad time with that awfulness as a monitor method.

It seemed to be much fun ahead for you.

I didn't see and I didn't yet see the harm.

I've tried to give you a few hours of amusement between an oppressing past

and a not particularly cheerful future.

I was depressed and adrift myself.

And you made me forget my own happiness.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, understand.

How can I stay?

I got you.

No one knows you here.

No one needs ever know.

I'll be very sorry if you go now.

I'll be sorry too.

Don't you know how I've come to feel about you?

I don't want to be.

If you go see if you're kidding me, I'll be sure to say goodbye.

I'm not sure that there's nothing I do to help you in your ambitions here in Paris.

Nothing whatsoever.

I could write you some letters of introduction to some of my friends here.

I really do prefer to manage it on my own.

Do you know?

I don't think I shall ever marry.

See you later.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'll be fine.

I'm sorry.

I seem to have heard that before.

Yes, from girls who've only to choose.

I'd like you to see the only men who've ever wanted to marry me.

Besides, I'm hardly in a position to make a brilliant match.

Finally she had written.

But too late.

I'm not sure that I believe in marriage.

I'm all for self-development and the chance to live one's life.

I'm terribly modern don't you think?

It's been too short of time.

How could 10 wonderful days seem no like only a moment?

I have no regrets then.

Mom, what's the life?

I'm not sure.

Dear Charles, no doubt you will experience some degree of surprise at receipt of this letter.

After so long a lapse of time since my last letter to you.

I admit to having been rather puzzled by your lack of response to it.

Perhaps you never received it.

And how awful that would be.

Whatever the case, I wonder if it might not be possible to overcome whatever misunderstands.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Clint exactly is grandmother do back from Evioli back.

I want to meet her at the station.

Tomorrow on the afternoon train.

Something I want to say to you.

The sound of that is any sort of clue.

And I think it is my dear.

There's nothing in the world you can say further.

I don't know in the least what I mean to say.

The fact is I have decided to help you in your intention.

My God, you have?

Yes, you must only give me a little time.

Time?

To speak to your grandmother.

To prepare her.

I can't say that you've convinced me of the wisdom of your decision.

Only I seem to see that other things matter more.

Than that not missing things matters most and the worst thing of all to miss is love.

Thank you.

I've had a reply for Mr. Darrow.

A reply to what?

I wrote to him again last week asking him to come for a visit.

After all these months?

Oh, very forward of you Anna.

Or possibly brave, considering his lack of response to your last letter.

He begs me for my forgiveness.

He says he'll explain when we meet.

He's coming to Jifrae then.

Yes, yes he is.

Only 12.

Is that tomorrow?

It might well be.

Yes, tomorrow.

Shame on you Anna. You look positively smug.

I'll be there.

There has to be no more obstacles now.

Obstacles, what do you leave?

Don't remember.

The wording of your telegram that turned me back last April.

Unforseen.

Obstacle.

What was the earth shaking problem?

What I gave you my recently near work you did.

My mother-in-law was the only one who had to find a new governess for Effie.

Don't you remember? I wrote you fully about it.

As you'd come to Jifrae then and you never replied.

The truth is I never read you that.

Never read it.

It was a long time when coming I went in nearly a fortnight.

I heard some excuse for thinking when it came that you were in a great hurry for an answer.

Oh, sure.

The guy was hurt and unhappy.

I doubted you.

I suppose if I had cared less I'd have been more confident.

I cared so much.

I couldn't risk another failure.

Not like that one so many years ago.

So I shook my eyes and set my teeth.

Turned my back.

That was the whole sorry truth.

If it's the whole truth.

What do you mean?

Owen said he saw you in Paris.

Paris.

In a theatre.

Yes, yes he did.

He said he only spoke to you briefly because you went such a hurry to get back to the lady you were born.

Yes.

What else did he tell you?

Not much, but...

I asked him to describe her.

You had her tucked away. He hadn't actually seen her.

And we saw the tail of her cloak.

So that was at the bottom of your doubts?

Not at first.

But afterward when I wrote you and you didn't answer.

Oh you do see.

Yes, yes, yes.

It's not as if this were a light thing between us.

If I thought that at that moment when you were on your way here to me and yet worse.

I was a stard.

I turned you.

I'm not a naive young girl.

I know that...

Of course I know.

But there are things a woman feels when what she knows doesn't make any difference.

It's not as if I want you to explain.

I mean about that particular evening.

It's only that I want you to know the whole of my feeling.

I didn't know what it was until I saw you again today.

I never dreamed I should say such things to you.

I never dreamed I'd be here to hear you say.

You know that you have anything that matters that we are here together.

And I want you to be my wife.

I want you to be my wife.

I'm a child.

I'm just a pain in appointment in South America.

Are there any obstacles in that which would prevent us marrying within the very near future?

I have only effort to consider really.

Oh, it may marry before long, you see.

Oh, there might be difficulties.

Choice of fiancee isn't likely to commend itself to his grandmother.

But I promise to see him through.

I hope for the sake of what you call seeing him through.

You're not asking that I go away again without you.

No, of course not.

It's not what regime would call a good match.

Not even what I would call him wise when.

Yet you're backing him off.

Yes.

You'll help me, won't you?

You'll help me to help him.

Of course I will.

We'll pull it off for him.

You'll see, together, we can't fail to pull it off.

Good girl, good girl.

There she is.

How are you, Storpe?

Good, my mother.

How are you?

Very good.

Good.

Miss Fineer?

Oh, they're back.

I can't wait for you to meet Anthony.

What should we wait for, Miss Fineer?

Well, I think I'm quite percentable.

But we'll choose something absolutely beautiful for you.

I, myself, have not visited your country since I was young.

And, frankly, I do not intend to visit it again.

Come along, Neil F.E.

Mr. Darrow is very anxious to meet you.

Don't let her daughter, will you, Sophie?

Yes, well, I think manners are going to the dogs.

When I was at Evie Onlybahn, I saw a young man shake hands with his gloves on.

They say it is the influence of Americans.

And I heard that some of them are anarchists.

They belong to, um, what do they call it?

Unions?

Oh, but I'm sure you know a lot more about this than I do,

thanks to your profession.

And I should be most interested in hearing your views about it.

I must get ready for dinner and, I'm a darling, we've had a most entertaining chat.

You're my mother and her guest, I know.

I'm a little bit nervous.

I'm a little bit nervous.

Oh, you're my mother and her guest, I'm a sitting room. Don't forget your curse.

Oh, this well, she knows nothing.

And when she'll own secret, they'll reveal to last.

Soon.

Oh, here she is.

Come and say hello to Mr. Darrow, Evie.

How do you do, Evie?

And mother told me so much about you.

I'm so pleased to meet you, Mr. Darrow.

And this is my friend, Miss Vina.

Of course she's my governess, but she's really my friend, Auntie Miss Vina.

How do you do, Miss Vina?

How do you do?

So, has everyone been introduced?

I believe Miss Vina and I have met already.

Couple of years ago in London.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Excellent. Then we're all friends.

A remarkable day in Miss Vina.

I came back to be luckily that I'd seen her two or three times in London several years ago.

She was a secretary, something of the sort in the house where I used to dine.

Oh, you must tell me all about it tomorrow.

Tell me how she struck you.

Try to remember everything you can, will you?

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

At one moment it occurred to me that she might want to speak to me alone.

And again on the same flash, it would probably be the last thing that she would want.

But I felt that I must try to speak to her.

Sufi?

Won't you come in and have a little talk?

Everyone's out.

Do please.

I want to talk to you.

Reduce it down, please.

You promised to let me hear from you now and then.

Did I?

There was nothing to tell.

One of you might have told me of this.

I couldn't have imagined that there would be reason to tell you of it.

And what if I had, would it have changed anything?

You've been here then.

Ever since.

Yes.

It turned out the forlows were hunting for me all the while.

To tell me of this position with Mrs. Leith.

You were happy here.

I was.

I was.

And you're surely nothing going away.

I suppose it depends on you whether I go or stay.

On me.

It happens.

What can you think of me?

Say a thing like that.

I'm.

Don't imagine I'm the least bit sorry for anything.

Your idea of the theatre?

The theatre.

I had to take the first thing that was offered. I took this.

I'm glad. I'm extremely glad.

That you're happy here.

But the theatre.

And if you're not contented here, I know people in that line in London.

I can manage some introduction.

Then you do want me to lead us that in?

What could Evans?

How can you think that?

At the time, I begged you.

I begged you to let me do what I could for you.

You wouldn't hear of it.

If you want to help me, then you can help me to stay here.

I'm glad you're here.

Tell me about Ms. Feynman.

We all like her.

She's had a delightful influence on Effie.

It's just that we know so little after all about her family and her past history.

On that score, I'm afraid I won't be of much use.

How did you come upon her?

Through Regine's friend, Adelaide Painter.

Some friends of hers, an American couple named Falo, recommended Sophie.

I'm afraid I can give you nothing more specific about Ms. Feynman than my general vague impression,

but she seems very plucky and extremely nice.

You don't know how glad I am that your impression is so good.

My whose quality?

Why is my opinion so important?

What matters?

But this?

I floated on a tide so bright and buoyant that I seem to be one with its warm ways.

The first rush of bliss had stunned and dazzled me.

But I felt as if I could trust my happiness to carry me, as if it had grown out of me like wings.

I came out to find you because I talk of yesterday with so-on satisfactory.

And now?

Well, I have wonder a little about you having so completely given up any idea of a different future.

However well placed you seem to be here.

I don't quite understand why binding me is, you say, so well placed here.

You should show more anxiety about my future than at a time when I was actually, and rather desperately, adrift.

In fact, it can only be for one of two reasons.

Either because you feel you ought to help me, or because for some reason you feel you owe it to Mrs. Leith to reveal to her what you know of me.

I don't owe Mrs. Leith anything of the sort.

You've known her a long time?

Yes, a long time.

She told me he were friends. Great friends?

We are. Great friends.

What have you told her?

Nothing.

Well then.

Thank you for your discretion.

And let me relieve you of your fears. I shunt BFE's governess much longer.

Then you'll give me a chance to talk things over with you?

As to your future?

I'm not thinking of the stage. I've had another offer you see.

You'll tell me about it then.

Soon.

F.E.! Come along now. Time for lessons.

Engage to be married. Good heavens to whom?

Well it's done. I've spoken to her. Regine knows everything.

Spoken to her when?

Just now.

But you asked me to help you and I promised you that I would help him.

I was only waiting and watching for the right moment.

So was I. That's why I told her.

Did she take it badly?

All the heavy batteries were brought up.

My father.

Givre, her family.

Traditions, the throne and the altar.

He sounded so incredibly silly that I told her so.

Oh, away.

But would you tire some boy not to wait and let me speak for you?

Yes, I know. I was a fool but I couldn't help it.

You of course haven't spoken to anyone.

No. It says the secret's out. There's no possible reason I shouldn't tell Mr. Darrow.

You haven't as yet told him anything about her.

Positively not.

It gave you my word.

Might someone else have spoken to him?

Someone else?

Oh.

What on earth can you be driving at?

I'm trying to find out whether you think you know anything definite.

Why should I think so?

Do you?

Why do you look so strange?

Here he is.

You can ask him yourself.

Wonderful horse, Santa.

That dresser haven't broken him a very good habit.

We have something to tell you Charles.

Owen is engaged to Miss Viner.

I gather we're not to have the displeasure of Owen's company this evening.

We spoke of going for a walk in the rain.

Would that it might clear his brain?

I'd rather not have the displeasure of Owen's company this evening.

We spoke of going for a walk in the rain.

My grandson, Mr. Darrow, calls me illogical and uncharitable because my feelings towards Miss Viner have changed since I heard the news.

I gather that you have known her for several years.

Anna tells me you used to see her when she was a companion or secretary.

To what I'm given to understand was a most dreadfully vulgar person in London.

Well, I'm not implying anything against her.

I like the girl.

But what has that to do with anything? I don't want her to marry my grandson.

Anna, why are you so anxious for this marriage?

But surely I've explained to you. I'd rather hardly have to. You've seen so in sympathy with my goodness.

But I didn't know then what was that Owen wanted to marry.

But you were quite complimentary about her yesterday.

Madam Lushantel's reason seemed to me to be not quite as negligible as you think.

I can't imagine the match is not what she dreamed of.

Oh, perfectly. That's all you mean.

Is it really all you mean?

Of course.

And now Grandmother will surely bring an Adelaide painter.

She always calls upon her in times of crisis, or flat she believes to be a crisis.

It's too preposterous and humiliating having that meddling woman dragged into our secrets.

It's hardly a secret any longer.

I suppose FU is the only one not really to it now.

We told Darryl today, Anna says he's boggling.

He's a little behind us.

Really?

It appears to be so.

He was quite warm in his congratulations.

Was he?

Has he not spoken to you yet?

Not yet.

You should really get out of those wet clothes, Darryl.

You'll catch your death.

And it would hardly do to inflame matters by having you found out in my room.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

If she had bound me to silence before, I was no less bound to it now.

No wonder she'd been sick with fear on meeting me at Givray.

It was in my power to do a more harm than I had dreamed.

Yet I desperately wanted to prevent her marrying Owen Leith.

Excuse me.

Meet me in the summer house.

An hour.

The essential point to me is, of course, that you should be doing what's really best for you.

Do you think my engagement to Owen not really best for me?

I don't think him a good match for you.

And you've brought me here to tell me why?

I believe he's too young and inexperienced to give you the kind of support you need.

But you see, I've always had to support myself.

It was no better than I, the way will not be made easy for you.

Madam Deschan tells, already made it clear she'll not encourage the marriage.

And what was her object in making that clear to you?

Does she suppose she can persuade you to turn Mrs. Leith against me?

Perhaps that was it.

But if you don't, if you keep your promise...

My promise?

To say nothing! Nothing would ever about our past together.

Of course I shall say nothing.

As much for your own sake as for mine, I suppose.

My sake?

The truth would endanger your own engagement to Mrs. Leith.

Possibly destroy it all together.

Yes, Owen told me.

How could you and she live in my constant presence as Owen's wife if she were to know the truth of our past together?

Look, my only concern.

Don't you pause! I don't know when you must have thought of me!

You think I have no right to marry Owen?

You think I'm still in love with you?

Are you?

It doesn't matter who I love.

Don't be wretched if you marry a man you don't love.

You're mistaken.

You're quite mistaken.

I'm just as happy as if I deserved what I'd been offered.

Is it enough to know that she's a perfectly charming young girl?

Isn't it enough to know that a young girl is pure and lovely, must she?

Also show her bank account and her visiting list?

No, it's not.

It's not enough to know that she's a perfectly charming young girl.

Isn't it enough to know that a young girl is pure and lovely, must she?

Also show her bank account and her visiting list?

Surely, at the lead, you don't expect me not to ask if she has a family?

No, not to think of the worst of her if she hasn't.

The fact that she's an orphan or two, considering what you think of her, be a merit.

You don't have to have her father and mother to she for a.

At the lead, the girl must have...

How is it the Americans put it?

Not about.

So that I'm sure she must have been mixed up with some rather dreadful people.

Yes. And if we gave you enough time, I'm sure you could rake up at least a dozen of them.

You might even part the boy from the girl, but you could not stop the boy from being in love with her.

When you part two young things who are dying to be happy together in a lawful way,

you must expect the distinct possibility of their coming together in an unlawful way.

Oh, my God.

Be sensible, Rijin.

Be generous.

I wish to propose a toast to the betrother of my grandson and Miss Vina.

Oh, it is absolutely.

Isn't it utterly amazing?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Yes.

Sophie.

I should like to speak to you a moment, may I?

Certainly.

Come in.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sophie, have you been crying?

Oh, dear, I hope that might have concealed its effects.

My dear child, what's the matter?

Please don't be afraid to tell me.

Is Madame Deschontelle?

If it's only that, don't be distressed.

When she sees how happy Owen is, she'll be quite happy herself.

Just trust a moment in the future.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about, the future.

Certainly. We've also many plans to make...

I should like to make no plans at all just yet.

I should like to go away.

My friends, the Farlos, would let me go to them.

I should like to leave today if you don't mind.

You want to be with your friends for a time? I understand that.

But surely you needn't rush off today.

I suppose you've spoken to Owen.

Not yet.

You mean to say you haven't told him?

I wanted to tell you first. I thought I opt to when I count to Effie.

Mr. Darrin's looking for you, Anna. He asked me to remind you that you promised to go for a walk with him.

I'll go down presently. You'd better tell Owen, my dear.

Tell me what, what's happening?

It... don't be so alarmed.

Nothing except that Sophie proposes to desert us for a while for the Farlos.

I was afraid she'd run off before long.

Mrs. Lee had sold her any given me leave to go.

To go when?

Today?

Today.

Find her, should you go today? Something's happened.

I should argue what it is.

She said nothing except that she wishes to be with her friends in Paris.

It's quite natural that she should prefer to be with him until her marriage.

Very well, Lynn.

Tomorrow I shall go up to Paris to see you.

Oh, no, no.

Not you say nothing's happened?

Why should my coming disturb you?

I only ask you not to leave without telling me when I'm to see you again.

After all, my dear, he's not unreasonable.

I'll write. I'll write.

What will you write? I want you to say what you mean.

It's that you're going to write to break off her engagement rather than tell me to my face.

Isn't that what you're going away for?

Is it true that you want to break your engagements, Sophie?

If you do, you must speak, my dear.

You want to tell him now?

She doesn't dare to.

She's afraid I'll guess the reason.

If she doesn't wish to marry you, why should she be afraid to have you know the reason?

She's afraid to have you know it, not me.

Have me know it.

Oh, and you must explain what you mean.

Oh, and?

Oh, and?

I should like to go now.

Since Mr. Darrow's name has been brought into this for reasons which I failed against.

I want to tell you you're both mistaken if you think he's not in sympathy with your marriage.

I said Sophie who's hated our marriage since Darrow's been here.

I don't know what it is they say to each other when they're hidden away together.

What do you mean?

The day after he arrived in the study.

Yesterday again in the summer house.

I don't know what it is they say to each other, but they've taken every chance to say it and to say it when they thought no one saw them.

I don't have to understand what you've been saying, but what you end to so preposterous and so insulting to both Sophie and me.

How could it be preposterous since it's true?

I'll insult you since I don't know any more than you the meaning of what I've been saying.

What exactly have you been saying, Owen?

Come in.

Came up to see if you're ready for a walk.

But please send me off if I'm not one.

Come in please.

I want you to hear what Owen has been saying.

Owen has taken it into his head that you have influenced Miss Feiner into breaking her engagement.

I said to myself if there was nothing between Charles and Sophie they would look at each other.

If there was something they wouldn't.

Has she broken her engagement?

Yes.

If God's sake, what's happened?

They hadn't looked at each other.

I mean to say that merely because he seemed Miss Feiner and I speaking together, he feels I've influenced her against him.

The girl owes him some sort of explanation.

As long as you refuse his to give it his imagination is sure to run wild.

After all, it's only natural that.

But when knowing you and Sophie to be almost strangers, you should wonder what...

We were saying to each other when he saw you talking together.

There were only chances that she should listen to you.

You should make her see the harm her silence may do.

He'll have to do anything she wishes but not to go away without speaking.

Not to do that between us all when she goes.

Will you?

Will you speak to her, Charles?

Well, you've got what you wanted in any case. My engagement's broken.

Well, call I wanted.

From the beginning, Mr. advice you.

Help you as best I could.

That's what you've done.

You've convinced me that it's best I shouldn't marry him.

That I'd be miserable.

If I married a man I didn't love.

I wonder what you're feeling for me, of course.

It seems clear that I've never really known.

It's like taking a drink when you're thirsty.

I used to feel as if all of me was in the palm of your hand.

I tried to convince myself that I hadn't risked any more on it than you.

Then when I met you again, I suddenly saw that I had risked more.

But that I'd won more to in such worlds.

I'd been trying all the wild to put everything I could between us.

Now I want to sweep everything away.

I've been trying to forget how you looked.

Now I want to remember you always.

I've been trying not to hear the sound of your voice.

Now I never want to hear any other.

I've made my choice that's all.

I've had you and I mean to keep you.

I've hidden away here.

Don't always.

She's explained everything.

She feels like she's a good girl.

Bruised of the kind of inspection she's been subjected to.

And she realizes that her annoyance may have shown itself in her man or two own.

And set into imagining those awful things.

She must tell, Owen.

I understand him.

I understand how one can torture oneself over unrealities.

You see, I dream the horror too.

You.

Forgive me, but there were little things, little signs.

There were reluctance to talk about her.

A reserve around you, a sort of constraint we'd never seen in her before.

There was even her pink cloak.

Pink cloak.

Owen said that the person he saw you with in Paris at the theater was wearing a pink cloak.

So if he had just such a pink cloak, yes, I was mad enough for that.

Oh, it is good to laugh about it now.

You ought to know I'm going to be a jealous woman.

A ridiculous, late jealous woman, you ought to be warned of it now.

Oh, I don't know why, but it makes me much happier to be in so foolish.

It was so fake.

Oh, don't say no, Owen, let go and look at your eyes.

I was with her one night at the theater.

She didn't want it, no, no, we'd mad.

I was with her.

She didn't want it, no, no, we'd mad.

Why shouldn't she have wished it to be known?

There is something, isn't there?

Why should you both have conspired to deceive us to tell us that you hadn't seen each other in years?

Maybe she felt afraid, though, and wouldn't...

Is it you, Charles?

Did she fall in love with you?

Is that why she's going away?

Because she loves you and won't give you up in her heart.

She has given me up.

I'm leaving with Mrs. Painter. She's going to Paris as well.

I mustn't keep her waving.

We must be quite frankly, Sophie.

Is there any reason why you shouldn't marry Owen?

What do you mean by a reason?

Do you love someone else?

I want you to know no one said anything.

I mean that Mr. Darrow didn't tell you.

No, of course he wouldn't.

You found out, that's all.

In your place I should have guessed it sooner.

Now I'd better go and like to say goodbye to Effie.

Please wait.

I'm not thinking only of Owen. I'm sorry for you, too.

Your life. I know how hard it's been.

It's terrible now you see no future, but if there's no reason.

No real reason why you shouldn't marry Owen. I want him to hope.

I'll help him to hope if you say so.

If only you'll tell me there's no reason.

I can't.

I can't tell you that.

It is Charleston.

I wanted him.

I chose him.

He was good to me.

No one was ever so good.

No!

Come

I know everything.

There's nothing you can say.

I implored her to deny it, but she couldn't.

You allow me no voice in us.

Why can't we have to say to each other?

Oh, God, please.

It's not like it would be afraid.

Afraid?

To talk things out, to face them.

Oh, it's for you to face this, not me.

All I ask is to face it, but with you.

Look, I've got no defense to make, and the fact that miserable enough,

at least I want you to know them as they are.

Above all, I want you to know the truth about Miss Feiner.

I never want to hear her name again.

What is she?

What are you? Are you away here to me?

Look, I was on my way to you, and you turned me back at the very last moment

with me a word. Without explanation, I was hurt.

And the world that I thought you meant to give me hope.

And suddenly I found somebody to be sorry for, to be of use to.

And that I swear to you was the way it began.

The rest was a moment's bolly.

A flesh of madness.

As such things are, I ought to have seen the danger, but I didn't.

There's no possible excuse for what I did.

What are you about such things?

No.

You're too fine.

Too high.

These things are too far from you.

If you were to explore the intricacies of your own heart,

perhaps your judgment of others would be less...

absolute.

As for Owen.

It will not meet again.

It's not likely they will.

It depends on you to spare.

They shall never know.

I'll be away in the morning.

I needn't intrude on you.

We shan't meet again.

Hello.

This is goodbye then.

I would like to have stopped my ears,

closed my eyes,

shut out every sighted sound and suggestion of a world

in which such things could be.

How did people endure on such adventures,

blind to the dangers lurking beneath the surface?

How passed out of them without more visible traces of their havoc,

like ships broken on a reef.

Yet I felt a craven impulse to cry out to him to stay,

a longing to throw myself into his arms,

but my pride flung me back from that mortal weakness.

Goodbye.

Owen?

Owen, where are you coming?

To Paris.

To Sophie!

Owen, please, wait!

Owen, you my son!

Owen!

What is going on?

Anna!

In Paris.

You surprised me.

I'm going to wait for my apartment.

I've only stopped by for a moment.

You might need to have a chance to have her.

One back to have.

About an hour ago.

He wanted to know if I knew the whereabouts of Miss Viner.

I thought he had agreed to permit her one or two days of privacy before.

Do you know where she is?

Certainly.

She's at the follows.

I dropped her there myself yesterday.

Did you tell her when she was there?

I'm sorry, Mr. Leith.

It's no use.

But I must see her.

I must speak to her.

She offers her regrets, but it's quite adamant.

I'm sorry.

Sophie!

Mr. Leith!

Good heavens.

Thank you for seeing me.

I saw Mrs. Painter.

She told me I might find you here.

Why have you come?

To tell you that Owen suspects the truth.

He's told you this.

He hasn't told me.

Because I've refused to see him.

But he's written me what he came to Paris to say.

And that was it.

Poor Owen.

But he needn't ever know the truth.

For him not to know would be better of an average.

For you and Mr. Darrow.

I have no one to consider but my stepson now.

You don't mean you're not going to give up Mr. Darrow.

Because of me.

Don't you see that I went away so that he shouldn't have to lose you?

He loves you.

He's never loved anyone else.

Even those few days in Paris I knew it all the while he never cared for me.

Please don't say anything.

He was sorry for me.

I knew that was all he ever felt.

I knew he was thinking of someone else.

He never said a word to deceive me.

I wanted to be happy just once and I didn't dream of the whole world.

I know how hard I might be doing him.

Don't you understand?

Can't I move you?

Why can't I move for you?

I'm so glad.

You will.

Perhaps.

But I would never know what that girl had known.

A passion.

Yes.

I think this back for you.

Thank you.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

I want you to know what you mean.

Thank you for coming.

When you send me away, I understood that it couldn't be otherwise.

Otherwise, it's not possible that you and I should

power it like this.

If I'm to lose you, it must be for a better reason.

Better.

The deeper one, the more fundamental one.

And that's what I want you to see.

That's what I'm...

I don't see it.

I shall never understand it, never.

Oh, you will someday.

When you live a little longer, you'll see what complex

blunders we all are.

How we're struck blind sometimes and mad sometimes.

And then when our sight and senses come back,

how we have to set to work and build up little by little bit

by bit, the precious things we've smashed to atoms

without even knowing it.

I've set the bachelor piecing together of broken beds.

Do such things happen to men often?

I don't know what happens to other men.

Such a thing has never happened to me.

Had it begun?

Had it begun before you met her in Paris?

You know, a thousand times, no.

I've told you the facts as they were.

You must believe me.

You must.

Don't. Don't.

I just suppose I don't.

I don't suppose that I don't feel things as other women do.

You must be better.

You're mine now.

For life.

Spain.

With Fred Remson, you may remember him. He came down to Jifraia once or twice.

Oh, yes.

We'll eat tomorrow morning.

I'd rather warn out my peer.

Yes, I know. Half blind, wouldn't you, or I'll just...

Well, then. I only came by to tell you.

I'll be off.

But you haven't told me how long you'd be gone.

How long? Oh, you see, that's...

It's rather vague. I hate definite dates, you know.

You'll write me one, do you?

Of course.

Of course.

No. But when you've said nothing...

I don't have respect to what.

You know, or you must tell me, have you seen her?

Have I ever seen her?

Where shall we die?

The Metropolitan.

He once mentioned being quite fond of it.

No, not there after all.

As you lay.

I hear the second player, the Athanas, Mucine.

Shall we do the trilator on?

I'm a bit tired for the theatre this evening.

Well, this is so much better than the theatre.

No.

Please don't.

Hannah, what on earth's the matter?

Oh, and knows.

Did he tell you so? What did he say?

I knew by what he didn't say.

Perhaps you mistake him. He may know nothing.

I think he better tell me what you mean to do, Hannah.

Things can't go on like this between us.

I think I feel you with a version.

No.

Look, I know that you felt as I felt, that we belong to each other,

and that nothing can alter that, that other thoughts come, don't they?

And you can't banish them.

It was the Athana you took her to that evening, wasn't it?

Hannah, Anna!

Yes.

Everywhere we go, I imagine you were there with her.

I see you together.

I want to know.

I want to know how it began, where you went, why you left her.

What sort of satisfaction would that give you?

I'd put something irreparable between us.

You see, it's impossible.

I see I'm trying to build you any longer, Anna.

He's lying.

All mine.

No one else's.

Gone.

Yesterday morning, Mrs. Lee.

It was all so sudden.

She didn't get Mrs. Mertz wire till yesterday,

and she just pitched her things into a trunk and rushed off.

Mrs. Mertz, Sophie's gone to India with her.

She's always wanted to see India.

They had a fearful rile last spring, but I told Sophie she'd better lump it.

As long as the old woman was willing to take her back on.

I told her she was a fool to leave such a place as yours.

But Sophie's restless always was, and now she's taken it into her head that she'd rather travel.

Oh, but, Sophie?

Well, not too worried. She'll make the best of it. Sophie always does.

Oh! Here, let me take some of those things, Mrs. Mertz.

Thank you, my dear.

You must let me be useful, or else, foil me.

Surely.

When you write to her, tell her that I took her advice.

I accepted her wisdom.

I accepted her wisdom.

Charles.

What complex fools we all are.

Life is just perpetual piecing together with broken bits.