Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (2015): Season 1, Episode 7 - Chapter Seven: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell - full transcript
With magic long since lost to England, two men are destined to bring it back; the reclusive Mr Norrell and daring novice Jonathan Strange. So begins a dangerous battle between two great minds.
I want you to teach me how to be mad.
He plans to trap himself a fairy
and to return to England with it
and restore magic to
its rightful place.
Yes!
Argh!
I should take something of the
Lady's to signify my claim.
Who was the last English
magician you dealt with?
~ I do not have to tell you that.
~ What token did he give you?
~ I do not...
~ Bring it to me.
~ Are you alive?
~ She has forgotten you.
~ What?
Do you wish to dance with me, sir?
Stop!
Arabella!
I demand that you give
me back my wife.
Argh!
Can I not help you?
When the time is right,
you will know.
Aaah!
You must deliver three messages.
Three messages. Do you understand?
Show me this book if there is one.
Let us kill him.
You will discover I
am very hard to kill.
Oh, no. Sir, please, no.
He told me I would be king.
Of course you will, dear Stephen.
He has it written all over him.
It says, "The magicians will fail".
Order!
Order!
Sir Walter Pole.
I have here letters from
the Lords Lieutenant
of Lincolnshire, Yorkshire,
Cornwall, Somerset
and Warwickshire, all complaining
of the disruptive new magic
which has recently been
seen in those counties.
We all, I'm sure, can
report similar stories.
The mirrors of England are broken.
We now border upon lands about
which no-one knows anything.
Mr Strange has opened the doors between
England and the other realms
and in doing so, he has brought
magic flooding back in.
We do not know his reasons.
It is said he has gone mad.
It is said he is
returning from Venice
and bringing his Black
Tower with him.
We can only assume he is coming here
and that he means to do us harm.
Before these men, before
Mr Strange and Mr Norrell,
magic was dead in England.
It was part of history and not...
not respectable.
I deeply regret my part in
bringing it back to life.
It should have been left alone,
it entails nothing but horrors.
To speak personally for a moment...
To speak personally, I can
scarcely describe my feelings.
It is not treason exactly
what Mr Strange has done.
Lady Pole. Lady Pole, please wake up.
I suppose it is a... It is
a species of revolution.
Where is Mr Norrell, sir?
Mr Norrell has returned to Yorkshire.
Order!
I must say, I find it hard to think
of any more distasteful report
that has ever been delivered
to this House.
With that in mind, I
tender my resignation
as a Minister of the Crown
and a Member of this House.
Absurd!
Where is Norrell?
Where is Mr Norrell?
Stephen, good morning. Will
you prepare my carriage?
I would like to visit my wife.
Oh, Henry.
Thank goodness you are here.
You were to remain at Venice
until Strange left,
I told you that plainly.
You have to take me to London.
Why did you not kill him?
No-one would have known.
I would have done it.
Go to Venice and try.
Where is he now? What did he say?
He's trapped within an
awful tower of black.
Oh, Henry! The terror of it!
~ He's plotting.
~ Plotting what?
Revenge.
He gave me a letter
for Lady Pole, and...
Show me.
I've already sent it.
~ What else?
~ I'm to...
To tell Childermass that Norrell had
a fairy to help him raise Lady Pole.
He sold her.
And to give Childermass proof
of what Norrell has done.
A box with instructions inside.
~ Give them to me.
~ No, I... I must give them to Childermass.
He's to take them to Lady Pole
and when Strange sends word...
Give them to me.
And I am to tell Norrell that...
.. er, that Strange
is... is coming back.
Disgusting superstitious nonsense.
You are a fool.
I must deliver it!
These are important instructions.
Strange will kill me.
~ Ah!
~ Do you not understand?
Your messages will never
be delivered, except the one
for Norrell, and that
I shall deliver myself.
Argh!
Henry. Please. Please...!
Do you honestly believe I would
allow you to destroy Norrell?
Which is to say, destroy me?
Henry, please. Please!
It is well you have come, sir.
Lady Pole has taken to
her bed for some days now.
We cannot wake her, sir,
as much as we have tried.
The doctors have found nothing.
It is our belief, sir, that
Lady Pole is not mad at all.
We believe she is under
an enchantment.
Who writes to my wife?
Jonathan Strange.
May I speak with you a while?
It would be a pleasure.
I have been in contact with your
husband. I am to watch over you.
When the time of our disenchantment
comes, I will show you the path.
Until then, please try to hold
some memory of who you once were.
~ And of your husband.
~ Husband?
My ladies, this is the
very picture of beauty.
To see my two rarest and finest
flowers entwined so happily.
You know, it is said, that in the
lands on the far side of Hell,
they dance a dance of three partners.
I was taught it once,
4,000 years ago,
but sadly, I have
forgotten the steps.
So, I shall content myself
with just... one partner.
My lady.
Allow me.
(Stay safe, my friend.)
Ah! Your coachman made a
leisurely ride of it, I see.
~ Where's Drawlight?
~ Yes. Strange gave Drawlight a message.
What does it say?
He says that he is
coming. That is all.
Strange is coming to England?
~ To you, sir.
~ To do what?
To fight. To exact
his supposed revenge.
Oh, my dear lord.
But, sir. No, sir.
Sir, this is our chance
to destroy him completely.
~ Establish you as the only
authority on magic in the realm.
~ To fight?
What on earth were you thinking?
To come here without Drawlight?
~ Where is he?
~ He's gone back to Bruton Street.
Bruton Street? Our
Lucas will fetch him.
They'll have him here by tomorrow.
~ .. Lucas!
~ No! No, no, no, no.
He's gone to visit
an uncle in Chatham.
~ Where in Chatham?
~ I do not know.
I need to strengthen the
labyrinth around my library.
I will be safe there. We must hurry.
Bloody useless.
I have been wondering.
Have there ever been magical
duels in the past?
Struggles between magicians?
That sort of thing.
Ralph Stokesey seems to have fought
two or three magicians by magic.
And then there is a curious tale
of the Cumbrian Charcoal Burner.
Did such duels ever result in the
death of one of the magicians?
What? Er, no. I do not think so.
The magic must exist, surely?
If you gave your mind to
it, I dare say, you could
think of half a dozen spells
that would do the trick.
~ Or you could make one up.
~ I do not make magic up.
It would be like a common
duel with pistols or swords.
There would be no question
of prosecution.
It will not come to that.
My dear Mr Norrell, what else
could it possibly come to?
Magic has apparently
returned to England.
England needs a magical leader.
You, sir. We must clear your
path of every obstacle.
Fear not, sir.
I will help, I will advise, I will
be with you all the way to the top.
What do your little cards say now?
They say you are a liar and a thief.
They say that you have been given
something, an object of great value.
It is meant for me
and yet you retain it.
How dare you address a gentleman
in such a fashion.
Is it the act of a gentleman
to steal from me?
You whoreson, you dregs of every
Yorkshire gutter. Apologise!
Better a whoreson than a thief.
I will teach you better manners.
It is done!
We are safe as long as
we remain in this room.
~ Mr Lascelles.
~ He called me a thief!
He is a thief. He stole this.
Give that back!
Mr Strange sent it.
And my cards say Drawlight is dead.
Sir, what colours will this
man show when Strange arrives?
This law unto himself, who receives
gifts from your enemy.
Your enemy meant me to
take it to Lady Pole.
With your permission, sir,
that is what I will do.
No.
No, you do not have my
permission. You cannot take it.
Goodbye, Mr Norrell.
You've made the wrong
choice, sir. As usual.
Traitor. Johannite.
If I were you, Mr Lascelles,
I would speak more guardedly.
You are in the North now. Our laws
were made by the Raven King.
Our towns and abbeys
were founded by him.
Mr Norrell's house was built by him.
He's in our minds and hearts and
speech. And he's coming back.
Childermass...
Give me the box.
The Raven King.
Always the last resort
of vulgar minds.
Come here and face me!
Mr Lascelles! We mustn't
leave the library!
Come back! Mr Lascelles!
Stay with me. You'll get lost!
Mr Lascelles!
He plans to trap himself a fairy
and to return to England with it
and restore magic to
its rightful place.
Yes!
Argh!
I should take something of the
Lady's to signify my claim.
Who was the last English
magician you dealt with?
~ I do not have to tell you that.
~ What token did he give you?
~ I do not...
~ Bring it to me.
~ Are you alive?
~ She has forgotten you.
~ What?
Do you wish to dance with me, sir?
Stop!
Arabella!
I demand that you give
me back my wife.
Argh!
Can I not help you?
When the time is right,
you will know.
Aaah!
You must deliver three messages.
Three messages. Do you understand?
Show me this book if there is one.
Let us kill him.
You will discover I
am very hard to kill.
Oh, no. Sir, please, no.
He told me I would be king.
Of course you will, dear Stephen.
He has it written all over him.
It says, "The magicians will fail".
Order!
Order!
Sir Walter Pole.
I have here letters from
the Lords Lieutenant
of Lincolnshire, Yorkshire,
Cornwall, Somerset
and Warwickshire, all complaining
of the disruptive new magic
which has recently been
seen in those counties.
We all, I'm sure, can
report similar stories.
The mirrors of England are broken.
We now border upon lands about
which no-one knows anything.
Mr Strange has opened the doors between
England and the other realms
and in doing so, he has brought
magic flooding back in.
We do not know his reasons.
It is said he has gone mad.
It is said he is
returning from Venice
and bringing his Black
Tower with him.
We can only assume he is coming here
and that he means to do us harm.
Before these men, before
Mr Strange and Mr Norrell,
magic was dead in England.
It was part of history and not...
not respectable.
I deeply regret my part in
bringing it back to life.
It should have been left alone,
it entails nothing but horrors.
To speak personally for a moment...
To speak personally, I can
scarcely describe my feelings.
It is not treason exactly
what Mr Strange has done.
Lady Pole. Lady Pole, please wake up.
I suppose it is a... It is
a species of revolution.
Where is Mr Norrell, sir?
Mr Norrell has returned to Yorkshire.
Order!
I must say, I find it hard to think
of any more distasteful report
that has ever been delivered
to this House.
With that in mind, I
tender my resignation
as a Minister of the Crown
and a Member of this House.
Absurd!
Where is Norrell?
Where is Mr Norrell?
Stephen, good morning. Will
you prepare my carriage?
I would like to visit my wife.
Oh, Henry.
Thank goodness you are here.
You were to remain at Venice
until Strange left,
I told you that plainly.
You have to take me to London.
Why did you not kill him?
No-one would have known.
I would have done it.
Go to Venice and try.
Where is he now? What did he say?
He's trapped within an
awful tower of black.
Oh, Henry! The terror of it!
~ He's plotting.
~ Plotting what?
Revenge.
He gave me a letter
for Lady Pole, and...
Show me.
I've already sent it.
~ What else?
~ I'm to...
To tell Childermass that Norrell had
a fairy to help him raise Lady Pole.
He sold her.
And to give Childermass proof
of what Norrell has done.
A box with instructions inside.
~ Give them to me.
~ No, I... I must give them to Childermass.
He's to take them to Lady Pole
and when Strange sends word...
Give them to me.
And I am to tell Norrell that...
.. er, that Strange
is... is coming back.
Disgusting superstitious nonsense.
You are a fool.
I must deliver it!
These are important instructions.
Strange will kill me.
~ Ah!
~ Do you not understand?
Your messages will never
be delivered, except the one
for Norrell, and that
I shall deliver myself.
Argh!
Henry. Please. Please...!
Do you honestly believe I would
allow you to destroy Norrell?
Which is to say, destroy me?
Henry, please. Please!
It is well you have come, sir.
Lady Pole has taken to
her bed for some days now.
We cannot wake her, sir,
as much as we have tried.
The doctors have found nothing.
It is our belief, sir, that
Lady Pole is not mad at all.
We believe she is under
an enchantment.
Who writes to my wife?
Jonathan Strange.
May I speak with you a while?
It would be a pleasure.
I have been in contact with your
husband. I am to watch over you.
When the time of our disenchantment
comes, I will show you the path.
Until then, please try to hold
some memory of who you once were.
~ And of your husband.
~ Husband?
My ladies, this is the
very picture of beauty.
To see my two rarest and finest
flowers entwined so happily.
You know, it is said, that in the
lands on the far side of Hell,
they dance a dance of three partners.
I was taught it once,
4,000 years ago,
but sadly, I have
forgotten the steps.
So, I shall content myself
with just... one partner.
My lady.
Allow me.
(Stay safe, my friend.)
Ah! Your coachman made a
leisurely ride of it, I see.
~ Where's Drawlight?
~ Yes. Strange gave Drawlight a message.
What does it say?
He says that he is
coming. That is all.
Strange is coming to England?
~ To you, sir.
~ To do what?
To fight. To exact
his supposed revenge.
Oh, my dear lord.
But, sir. No, sir.
Sir, this is our chance
to destroy him completely.
~ Establish you as the only
authority on magic in the realm.
~ To fight?
What on earth were you thinking?
To come here without Drawlight?
~ Where is he?
~ He's gone back to Bruton Street.
Bruton Street? Our
Lucas will fetch him.
They'll have him here by tomorrow.
~ .. Lucas!
~ No! No, no, no, no.
He's gone to visit
an uncle in Chatham.
~ Where in Chatham?
~ I do not know.
I need to strengthen the
labyrinth around my library.
I will be safe there. We must hurry.
Bloody useless.
I have been wondering.
Have there ever been magical
duels in the past?
Struggles between magicians?
That sort of thing.
Ralph Stokesey seems to have fought
two or three magicians by magic.
And then there is a curious tale
of the Cumbrian Charcoal Burner.
Did such duels ever result in the
death of one of the magicians?
What? Er, no. I do not think so.
The magic must exist, surely?
If you gave your mind to
it, I dare say, you could
think of half a dozen spells
that would do the trick.
~ Or you could make one up.
~ I do not make magic up.
It would be like a common
duel with pistols or swords.
There would be no question
of prosecution.
It will not come to that.
My dear Mr Norrell, what else
could it possibly come to?
Magic has apparently
returned to England.
England needs a magical leader.
You, sir. We must clear your
path of every obstacle.
Fear not, sir.
I will help, I will advise, I will
be with you all the way to the top.
What do your little cards say now?
They say you are a liar and a thief.
They say that you have been given
something, an object of great value.
It is meant for me
and yet you retain it.
How dare you address a gentleman
in such a fashion.
Is it the act of a gentleman
to steal from me?
You whoreson, you dregs of every
Yorkshire gutter. Apologise!
Better a whoreson than a thief.
I will teach you better manners.
It is done!
We are safe as long as
we remain in this room.
~ Mr Lascelles.
~ He called me a thief!
He is a thief. He stole this.
Give that back!
Mr Strange sent it.
And my cards say Drawlight is dead.
Sir, what colours will this
man show when Strange arrives?
This law unto himself, who receives
gifts from your enemy.
Your enemy meant me to
take it to Lady Pole.
With your permission, sir,
that is what I will do.
No.
No, you do not have my
permission. You cannot take it.
Goodbye, Mr Norrell.
You've made the wrong
choice, sir. As usual.
Traitor. Johannite.
If I were you, Mr Lascelles,
I would speak more guardedly.
You are in the North now. Our laws
were made by the Raven King.
Our towns and abbeys
were founded by him.
Mr Norrell's house was built by him.
He's in our minds and hearts and
speech. And he's coming back.
Childermass...
Give me the box.
The Raven King.
Always the last resort
of vulgar minds.
Come here and face me!
Mr Lascelles! We mustn't
leave the library!
Come back! Mr Lascelles!
Stay with me. You'll get lost!
Mr Lascelles!