Women in Love (2011): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

[PANTING]

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[GRUNTS]

[HORSE SNORTING]

[GROANS]

Yes, we are swept up

in a sea of scientific
and technical innovation.

The automobile,
the electric light,

the aeroplane, the x-ray.

On all sides,
our genius cries out
and seems to underline

Mr Darwin's
assertion that we are,



indeed, the cleverest
of an evolutionary bunch.

Yet I would say to him,
as I say to all
those in this House,

look to
the workings of a time piece,

each ratchet and spring
and cog and lever,

all coming together
in one sublime whole.

And tell me if you think
that could happen by accident?

Of course not.

There is always
design in brilliance.
And purpose, too.

And in knowing that,
we know that

in each new
discovery we daily make,

we witness no more or less

than the work of the greatest
creator of all, God Himself!

The Bible was given
to us for a reason,

as the instruction manual
for our own
intricate mechanism.



For when all is said and done

and we lie inert
on the mortician's slab,

no matter the x-rays that
will reveal our hidden bones,

it is our souls
that will then
require attention!

MAN: Hear, hear.

[ALL APPLAUDING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

That was magnificent!

You were like a God!

Hermione,
you romanticise everything.

You were!
I merely describe
what I saw, a God.

And as your priestess,
I knew I must hurry
across to serve you.

Let me get you a drink.

Thank you.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[BABY CRYING]

BILLY: Mum?

Mum!

She keeps grizzling.
I've give her
some water but...

I told Conk I'd
see him at 3:00.

Go on then, go on.

[SHUSHING]

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

Quiet, you two! Your sister...

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

-[EXCLAIMS]
-[LAUGHS]

Are you serious?

I thought it
would cheer you up.

That?

Well, inspire you, then.

Father only put
this thing in...

Gudrun.

I don't need any
musical palliatives.
Really. I'm quite well.

Good. I'm glad you are.

I'm going back to London.

What?

I have to.
I've fallen
behind in my course.

And there's
a gallery that wants to see
some of my work.

Gudrun, do me the courtesy.

You're going
back for your trip
after all, aren't you?

It's none of your business.
And I don't want
to talk about it.

Then why did you mention it
when you first came home?

I beg your pardon?

It was the first
thing you said to me,

your great adventure
with your artist friend.

I rather thought
you were going to tell
father over the dinner table.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

He's a married man.

His marriage is over.
In everything...

Except actuality.

I'm sorry. I don't...

It's concern for you.
You know that.

If other people found out.

I don't care what
other people think.

Well, perhaps you should.

Since we live in a world
full of other people.

Oh, God! Even ill you manage
to sound so superior.

I don't want you to be hurt.

I won't be hurt!

The world's changed, Ursula.
It's grown up.

And I'm a modern woman in it.

More than you are in fact,

-who's chosen to stay here.
-Prune.

No. I refuse to dip
only in the stagnant,

fetid pool that gathers
in my own back yard.

That's the path to disaster.

-Not my way.
-Enough!

[SNIFFLES]

You've said enough.

I've got my just deserts.

That's not what I meant.

Yes, it is.

I'm glad I lost the baby.

I should have
loved it, I'm sure,
when it was born.

But really,
I'm glad, that mother will

no longer be able
to look over at me,

sitting in
the parlour while I dangle

the infant on my
knee and think,

"At last she's made
something of herself."

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Live your life,
Prune, as you see fit.

But it's yours. Remember that.

Men cannot define you.

I don't...

Yes, you do!

Because no matter
how modern you are,

how much variety you enjoy,

you still orbit them,

make them the light
by which you are illuminated.

And if you continue
on that track, Prune,

then I fear that
for all your freedoms,

you might as well climb
into this bed with me now.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[SOBBING]

Hey!

-Bye.
-Bye, love.

Oh! Hang on. Hang on!

There you go.

You ready, then?

Yes.

Gudrun.

What?

Your sister, is she all right?

She says she's much better.

Oh. Right. Good.

I'll just fetch my valise.

It's a bag.

Bad do, Anna.
Bad bloody do all round.

Set?

Oh!

WILL: It's thick. The snow.

ANNA: My dad said the mummers
might come by later.

Carol us under the window.

WILL: That would be nice.

ANNA: They probably won't.

Because of the snow.

WILL: I've locked it.

GUDRUN:
Well, you wouldn't want
anyone to steal it, would you?

Sherbet lemons.
They've opened a kiosk.

Do you want one?

Here, have the bag.

Go on.

I needed to speak
to you, actually.

Yes?

You know well enough.

This crowd in London
that you hang about with.

I most certainly do not
"hang about" with anyone.

Don't split hairs,
you know what I mean.

Well,
I'm a fine artist, Father.

I'm living and studying
in one of
the world's great capitols.

I mix with people
that you cannot understand.

Then help me!

Help me understand them.
I want to.
I just...

Otherwise...

I think things.

Well, don't.

I'm getting on splendidly.
Really.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Why are you doing this?

You're a good girl, Gudrun.

[TRAIN HORN BLOWING]

[TRAIN APPROACHING]

[DOOR OPENING]

BIRKIN: Oh, bugger. [GRUNTS]

Oh, sorry.

Ah, Miss Brangwen.

Mr Birkin.
What a nice surprise.

I didn't know you were back.

No. No, no. No indeed.
It's a flying visit.

A birthday party.
Gerald Crich.
Do you know him?

No, no.
I know of him, obviously.

All the Crich's.
We've never met.

Oh, he's a splendid fellow.

I ran into him in Switzerland
over Easter.

I was visiting a friend,
a mutual friend
as it turned out.

Since then we've
rather become an item.

I should introduce you.

That would be nice.

And how are you?
I heard you had been unwell.

-Influenza. But...
-Oh.

You still look a little pale.
You don't think that...

No, I'm fine. Really.
I'm over the worst.

Sorry.
I'm a dreadful hypochondriac.

It's part of
a general predisposition

to naval gaze
rather too much, I think.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Gerald says I should be
a character in a novel.

Which is interesting seeing,
as to my knowledge,

he has never
actually read one,
but essentially, he's right.

I should.

One of those
gloomy Russian affairs.
Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky.

Where I could spend
400 pages being ill
and bemoaning my inability

to fit in with the world.

Have you come to practise?

I assume you'll
be giving us one of

your thunderous
readings this Sunday?

Oh. No. No, no.
I'm not sure I'll be around.

I'm just
returning these, actually.

I really have had
them a lifetime.

It suddenly
occurred to me that I...

Would you like a lift?
Back to Beldover?

I've borrowed a gig.
I could quite easily run you.

Or were you having...
Having a moment?

[LAUGHS]

It's good to see you,
of all people.
It's been a little while.

Yes. Yes. I did mean to write.

Oh, you've been busy.
I understand.

I thought
perhaps you might have
visited the school or...

How is Miss Roddice,
by the way?

Oh, she's...
She's very well. Thank you.

I'll tell her we
bumped into each other.

You are still in
regular contact, then?

Uh...
Yes, you know, on and off.

And what of Mr Skrebensky?
I imagine, he's...

I wouldn't know.
He's been posted abroad.

We are definitely off.

I beg your pardon.
I'm being rather forceful...

No, not at all. No.
You're being
refreshingly honest,

as you always are.

Ursula, where have you been?

Mr Brangwen.

Mr Birkin.

Your mother's
been having kittens
fretting where you'd gone off.

You shouldn't even be out.
You should be in bed still,

not striding hither and yon.

Is that yours? Sorry.
Well, I just see you
have the gauntlets.

The motorcycle is mine,
Mr Birkin.

I apologise.
Would you like to touch it?

-May I?
-Yeah.

Good Lord!

Aye! It's the way forward.

Them, smell of glue
in their nostrils,
every one of them,

if they've any sense.

Anyway, I'll thank you
for bringing my daughter back.

I was going to ask Mr Birkin
if he'd like to
come in, Father.

Would that be all right?

Uh... No.
I don't think so, not today.

I mean,
uh, Billy's not very well,

and Cassie,
she's sick and all.

It's like
a plague house, really.

I quite understand.

Honestly. Gerald's promised me
a special supper,

so I shouldn't be
too late back, anyway.

But,
please, do keep in contact.

I will.

Good day.

BIRKIN: Walk on.

Father?

You've got a visitor.

I've no doubt
you'd rather keep it private.

URSULA: Anton.

Ursula!

I tried wiring.
But it's all still
in its infancy over there.

And I drafted a letter,
but I couldn't
express my thoughts exactly.

Then why have you come?

Because I
received your letter.

And it affected me greatly.
I knew I must see you.

The child is gone.

Yes, I know.

Mother.

She told me only
the barest of details.

Horses in a field, bolted.

It is gone!

And I am sorry for you.

For us,
it would have been wonderful.

But we will try again.
I can't believe
I can say that.

Because, after you left me,

I couldn't imagine ever
even speaking to you again.

I felt most slighted.

Yes. And I am sorry.

I was.
When I read what you wrote,
I knew you felt remorse and...

I cannot remember what I said.

You said there
were things you had

imagined you could
not have with me.

A different kind of love.

But you saw that
was all illusory
at last.

Yes.

And you wanted me.

You wanted what
you could have.

Well, you can, Ursula.

And you must have this back.

I should go now.

It's shock enough,
my turning up,
unannounced.

I'll call tomorrow
in the afternoon.

Yes.

[BOTH PANTING]

[URSULA LAUGHS]

SKREBENSKY: Lots of the men
at the barracks have lovers.

Most, in fact.

Do they?

They're always mentioning
some amazing
fine woman or other.

And most dash off to London
the moment they
finish their work.

What for?

To see them!

There's one fellow
who has a suitcase
always at the ready,

and the moment
he is at liberty,

he whips off his spurs
and runs
straight to the train.

It must be quite a welcome
which awaits him.

I think it is.

Don't you like me tonight?

We kissed.

SKREBENSKY: Like children!
I want to kiss properly.

See? Not so bad.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[URSULA MOANING]

[LAUGHS]

There you are.

Anton Skrebensky.
I thought we should
not see him again.

Mother, please.

It was an observation.
I wasn't...

He told me that
you wrote of me

in asking for his forgiveness.

You wrote that since
you had become pregnant,

you saw me suddenly
in a new and true light.

That I was radically true

having your
father and my children

and my place
here under the sun.

And what was enough for me
must surely be enough for you.

Is that what you said?

I must have,
if that is what he remembers.

What of it?

Be careful what you wish for.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[WHISPERS] Anna.

I'm tired.

And I'm awake.

Why must you.

Because I must!

[ANNA SIGHS]

You're sheathed over.

What?

You don't need me.
You're self sufficient,
you are.

You belong elsewhere.
You don't belong with me.

I am your wife.

In name you are,
but not in the dark.

Ooh! Bugger, bugger, bugger.

BIRKIN: Everything all right?

What do you think?
No. Clearly.

You need to be careful
with those hammers.

Do you practise? You're like
something from The Varieties.

I'm merely trying to help.

Then grab a rope.

Gosh.

GERALD: Gosh?

You did give me the impression
you wanted the party

to happen modestly, if at all.

I do. It's father.

When he sets his
mind to something,

he doesn't bother
with half measures.

Your father?

Oh,
I mentioned some improvements
to the collieries.

He wants me to get on with it.
Quid pro quo.

His side of the bargain.

You know what would
be really helpful,

would be if you
pulled on that rope,

thus lifting your
edge of the tent.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, would you like gloves?

If it's not too much trouble.

[GERALD CHUCKLES]

Couldn't you get
the men to do it?

Of course I could.

Except this is the only bit of
the whole event
I'll actually enjoy.

You really are
the thing itself.

I tell all of my friends that,
in education. Generally!

I know a man
who is the spirit of the age.

I'm putting up a tent, Rupert.

It's an ethos, you clod!

Energy, speed.

What about all the modernising
at the pits? The electricity?

GERALD:
Anyone would have done that.

No. It's you.

Like an exploding
shell shot from a gun
which fragments

into a million
different pieces.

He evolves new systems,
new beliefs even.

Ah! You can stop there.
I know where you're going now.

All that futurist gumph,
the pointy pictures.

Do you know, I said to one of
the buttys the other day,

"I've never been led round
an art gallery to the point of

"actual sickness,
until you took me.

"And not a single breast."

I mean, normally,
there is at least
that to fall back on.

Not with your friends.
I am an industrialist!

I like to get things done.
There's an end to it.

Anyway,
should you even be saying
that sort of stuff?

New beliefs and get you into
terrible trouble,
upstairs, won't it?

I was merely observing
the way you are, Gerald.

I keep my own
beliefs quite separate.

GERALD: Abby.

Don't you just like to get
things done...

Oh, for goodness sake,
I was smiling. That's all.

Of course.

Just here on the left, please.

How much is that?

DRIVER:
One and six, please, love.

Thank you.

Thank you.

HALLIDAY: Gudrun!

MAXIM: She's back!

All hail the Queen.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

GUDRUN: You're too kind.

HALLIDAY: See you, Percy.

-Who's that?
-Percy Lewis.

Prefers Wyndham these days.

-He knows of your paintings.
-Well, I know of his.

I would have liked
to have talked to him.

He's best friends
with Edith Sitwell.

I believe
you'll bump into her?

She's from up north.

Well, I'm from the Midlands,
Halliday.

Hello!

HALLIDAY: Freddy!

Freddy Von Such and Such.

Doesn't she have
stacks of money?

Edith Sitwell.
I think she does.

Money is nothing, Pussum.
Class...

Is everything!

[ALL LAUGHING]

More champagne!

So, how was it? At home?

It was terribly earnest,
as always.

I spoke to
Tommy Craig earlier.

He knows of your
little adventure
this weekend.

Does anyone else?

Anyone who cares to ask me.

[CHUCKLES] You are splendid!

I refuse to be
bound by the weary

sickness of
pedantry and tradition.

That I can drink to.

But...
But will you really do it?

It's just a fuck.

[CHUCKLES]

You are magnificent.

Am I?

[SIGHS]

[EXHALES]

I'm old, Anna.

What you on about?
You're not yet 50.

[SCOFFS]

That's old.

I'm died out
from the hot life,
that's for sure.

They'll be all right,
won't they?

The girls,

they'll be all right?

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Oh, I thought you'd gone.

I forgot something.

You wouldn't
have me beg, surely?
I will, of course, if I must.

[CHUCKLES]

Darling, nothing excites me
more than a man in extremis,

but on this occasion,
I must decline.

I must reserve all my strength
for tomorrow, after all.

You have the strength of 10.

Let me be the hors d'oeuvre.

Really, I can't.

[CHUCKLES]

But Halliday said
you were a good sport.

What?

He said you were a good sport.

I heard what you said. Um...

Talk to me next week, Freddy.
I might be
a little freer then.

Or we'll see each other
at your mother's party,
won't we?

We can talk then.

What?

I meant to mention.

It's nothing personal,

but she says the numbers
will be wrong,
apparently, if...

I'm not even
sure I'll go myself.

Fine.

Well,
I'll see you in class, then.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Oh! I was coming down.

Oh. I thought you might
prefer it up here.

I will, now you've brought it.
Thank you.

Your father's
motorcycle won't start.
He's late for work.

I said to him,
"Don't get that with a horse.

"Less it's dead, of course."

When he sold the farm,
I remember,
I told him,

"There's much to recommend
this life, Will, over a town"

"and you'll come
to see it one day."

Are you all right?

He loves you
very much, you know.

Your father...

Oh, Mother. Oh, Mother.

[SOBS] Stop fussing.

I'm not fussing. You're upset.

You were upset yesterday
after Anton's visit.

What's going on, Mother?

Please!

He held you so
close to the flame,
so young.

URSULA: What? Who did?

You think I don't approve
of how you live and...

Well, it's true.
What's happened now
with you and Anton Skrebensky,

I doubt I
should've allowed myself
to get in the same position.

All this need for
independence, too.

Wanting to work and...

That's not something
I can understand either,

but I'm not sour.

We are not so different,
Ursula,
you and I. That's what I mean.

And I realise
it maybe isn't all your fault.

How things have turned out.
And, perhaps, if I had been

less certain
after we were married.

With father?

I knew where
his love would go.

And I knew,
too, the dangers of making
so young a heart swell.

How a person receiving
such devotion might grow,

live their
whole lives yearning
for that same fierce passion

and how that might, one day,

cause that person to suffer,

somehow.

I knew all that
and I did nothing.

But I am not sour,

I am sorry.

[MOTORCYCLE STARTING]

YOUNG URSULA:
What about mother?

WILL: She has got
little Billy and your

sister to look after.
She'll not mind.

URSULA:
So why are we whispering?

WILL: 'Cause we
don't wanna wake her,
do we?

Ursula, it's gala day.
Do you know

how many gala days
you get in a year?

Few, my duck.
Very few. Now, come on!

Geronimo!

[YELLS]

Go on. Have a swing.

-You know you want to.
-No!

But there's
the thrill of the drop.

Run out, let go and drop.

I'm scared.

Go!

[SCREAMING]

Ursula!

Ursula?

[GASPS]

Come on. It's all right.
It's all right.
I have got you.

Well done.
You did it, didn't you?

You swung in from
that great high rope.

There's a good girl. Fair now.

I will win you a goldfish
and we can go on
the swing boats.

Good girl.

Hello, Robert.

Gudrun.

Are you ready?

Yes.

I was just
looking at your work.

It's Eadweard Muybridge.

I merely
photographed the photographs.

All photography
is theft, Robert.
That's the point.

And the more we
writhe for the camera,

the more the soul
remains obscured.

Another one of your paintings
sold yesterday
at the Serpentine.

-Another?
-Mmm.

The painting of
the street light.

[EXCLAIMS IN DELIGHT]

Were any of yours?

[CHUCKLES]

I'm not a real artist, Gudrun.

That is why I teach.

But I have my
moments of optimism.

Like anyone else.

Now is one such moment.

Our very own adventure.
The Isle of Wight.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Et voila!
The connection is at midday.
The boat at 2:00.

-I can't.
-What?

I can't do it. I'm sorry.

[SIGHS]

But...

I thought I could.

I want to.

But I'm not like you.

I'm a married man.

But we have to go, Robert.

We've announced it

in our hearts...

There, we have already
made the commitment.

We have to have our time
away together, Robert.

We are artists.

It is our duty to
rise above the crowd.

I know my limitations, Gudrun.

I'm a middle-aged man
who plays at painting.

But what am I? Actually?

Someone who stands
at the front of a classroom,

in order to support a wife
and two small children.

Oh, very well, Robert.

If you insist.

But you can't leave
it like this. Here.

At least come away with me
for an afternoon.

We can go to Brighton,
we can see the sea,

and then we can return home
this evening.

[GUDRUN LAUGHS]

Come on.

URSULA: Look at Nottingham.
Look at the lights.

Aren't they an abomination?

Polluting the dark.

At the same time,
they do help you to see.

Well, they do though.
It would be hell without them.

I must go back tomorrow.
My leave has expired.

URSULA: Oh, Anton.
You should have said.

I would have
arranged something special.

Perhaps I have.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GROANS]

No. No, it's fine. It's fine.

[MOANING]

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing, it's fine.

[GASPING]

You are wrong, Mother!

What's the matter?
What is it, child?

You think you have damaged me.

What has
happened with Anton is

because of father
and you are right.

When I recall we
did have some times.

-And I have said...
-No!

Wait!

I've always known.

I felt rather than thought.

And you are right, probably,

about father, his role,

but that is not
why Anton and I...

The problem is sex, Mother.

Sex! Love!

I broke with Anton because

he did not feed
that animal side of me

that felt life.

And I wrote to
get back together
because I was pregnant

and I was scared.

But now, with the baby gone,

I was certain once more,
I am meant to be free.

To indulge my
passion in this life.

But it is not passion, Mother,
which drives me on.

It is lust.

And insatiable desire.

And that is what stood
between me and Anton.

It's the same thing.

What?

The passion that you talk of.

For life and all
that's out there.

And the other thing?

They are the same.

We must keep
ourselves warm, Ursula.
We must.

There is no shame in it.
What happens between people.

Between them as
they love each other.

And so we must keep
the flame burning,
crackling in the grate.

Otherwise,
we're cold on the earth,

when soon enough
we're gonna be
cold beneath it.

Do you see?

You are lucky.
You have felt the truth of it.

That some do not or cannot,
for whatever reason.

Some choose to be cold.
They choose
the gone out world.

Because it offers less danger,
less shame, perhaps.

But no one should choose it.

Find love that
burns your very soul.

And know this that
it will burn your body, too.

And if it does not,
then you're not in love.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

It's Mr Skrebensky.

Good afternoon.

It's my uncle's.

I thought it
would cheer Ursula up.

So, where to?

Southwell, I thought, or...

Could we go to the sea?

What?

Would it get us to the coast?

Of course.

-WILL: Ursula!
-[HORN HONKING]

[GUDRUN LAUGHING]

Gudrun!

Oh, it really is
a frightful drop.

Please.

Come. Come and see.

Be careful.

Come here!

-Oh, my Lord!
-Look!

No, I don't like this at all.

[LAUGHING]

You laugh but one slip
and you'll be over.

-All snuffed out.
-Good!

We must pass
beyond life, Robert.

And a little way into death
if we are ever to
feel truly alive.

You are so beautiful.
Why are you with me?

Because I can be.

Feel that.

What can you feel?

Tell me.

I feel happiness.

First time in my life.

Real happiness.

You're a poet,
as well as a painter.

I am flesh and blood.

That's why cliffs scare me.

I would break if I fell.

But you...

You are eternal.
So, you can look.

Lunch in 10 minutes.

Lovely. Thank you.

And have you seen the book?

On Mont Blanc. I am sure
it'll remind you
of the holiday.

No. Um...

You weren't terribly precise.

Right at the top.

Hmm.
Why do you keep it up there?

Don't you look
at it very often?

It is a book on
mountaineering, Rupert.

Gerald! Christ!

[GERALD LAUGHS]

It gets hard
around the Thesauruses.

They and I have
a natural aversion
to one another.

Be careful. [EXCLAIMS]

I'm fine. Never in doubt.

[GRUNTS]

Ta-ra!

Rupert.

Miss Roddice. Good afternoon.

-Gerald.
-Hermione.

You are five hours early.

I thought I might
be able to assist
in the preparations.

And failing that,

a chance to catch
up with Mr Birkin

on one of his ever rarer trips
outside of Nottingham.

Ooh, that reminds me.
Are we going to

try and take in
the County game?

We could still
get back in time.

I'm sure you have
loads to tell me.

Actually,
it's rather unfortunate.

If I had known you
were coming early,
I would have been able to,

but as it is,
I have some
business to attend to.

I meant to mention.
It won't take too long.

There is a tent I've got to
finish putting up, actually.

You don't fancy...

You will not even fuck me.

Your cock.

-Would that excite you?
-Hermione.

[LAUGHS]

You cannot fuck me!

I know you can get aroused.

You're not a real man.
You're a boy.
You want...

Stop it.

[LAUGHING]

-It's happening!
-Hermione.

You needed words.
I knew you needed words.

I warn you.

So will this man
stand up in Church
on Sunday and read the Gospel?

You hypocrite!

Is not marriage and
union with a woman

at the very heart of
the Christian community?

Rupert? Rupert?

So even if you
cannot do your duty
by me as a man,

you should come to
me hard and ready
as a disciple of Jesus.

And if you cannot do that,

what are you
doing in the Church?

WILL: Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, lovely.

Where are the children?

Billy took them out.
He was desperate.

Gone over to Cossell.

Will you go out later?

Yeah, I might.

Up the church. Practise a bit.

-Why?
-I wondered.

It's a Saturday afternoon.
It's your time.

You do not want to
be with me any more.

-You what?
-I understand.

Hang on.

You think you have
not enough of me,

and maybe you don't, except...

Maybe,
too, you don't make it good
between us any more.

You're not interested.

What in God's name
are you talking about, Anna?

Would you like to
have another woman?

What?

Would you?

I can't believe...

Why would you
say such a thing?

I think you would.

Now, you listen to me, Anna.
I don't know where this is...

I think you must
do what you have to.

I want you to.

But you are mine,
Will Brangwen.
You're my man.

And I'll never let you go.
And if I have
ever wronged you,

it was fear,
you must understand that.

I understand
you have gone mad!

No. Now, I have my sanity.

And you must do
whatever it takes,

but then you must
come back to me.

Because we cannot
just whiten into ash.

-We have to find a way.
-That's enough!

Just stop with all your
make it good again.

What has come over you?

-What are you doing?
-I'm going out.

-But...
-You want me out, don't you?

I'm not
interested in you any more.

Not like this!

I must mend my ways.

Well, bugger you!
If I'm that bad,
you'll not miss me! Will you?

You don't understand me.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I'll have a bitter.

And a port.

Oh, God!

That's the spirit.

I thought you had cleared off.

-I'm back.
-Apparently.

It's the small
talk I can't bear.

It's a black art.
Don't you agree?

Has anyone seen my purse?

[CHUCKLING] Good Lord, Diana.

What have you come as?
A Christmas tree?

If the world were ending
my sister would merely ask,

"Does the molten
sun go with my sash,
do you think?"

-Ah, present.
-What?

It is today, isn't it?
The actual birthday.

I haven't given
you a present yet.

Did you wrap it yourself?

Yes.

You should have
left the light on.

It's a cigarette lighter.
It's called Wonderlite.

It stays on until
you shut the lid.

[GERALD CHUCKLES]

That is marvellous.

Thank you. Oh, bugger!

Oh!

-It's fine.
-Sorry.

All set.

I hope you are.
There are plenty here already.

And I shall attend to them.
Every one.

Good.

You're a Crich, Gerald.
Never forget that.

We can be relied upon.

Yes, we can.

Good boy.

Yes.

HERMIONE: Rupert.

At last.

I have some Wagner.

I wanted to tell you.
I know you like to listen.

Yes, yes. I should like that.

Oh, you could come back
after Church tomorrow.

Oh,
I don't think I'll be going.

Why not?

Oh, I just...
I have some things to do.

I'll ring you to
arrange a time.

If Gerald can
spare you, of course.

I just

don't want your
brain to atrophy,
Rupert. That's all.

You are one of our great minds

and spending time
with Gerald Crich...

Unless,
of course, you want to know

all the new ways
of getting coal
from the ground?

You cannot speak to me
like that any more.

We are just friends now.

Rupert,

no matter what
you tell yourself,

you know
the truth as well as I.

We will never just be friends
because you need me too much.

I am your
spiritual bride and that

is why I find it
so objectionable,

to discover that
I am overlooked

for the attentions of a dull,
boorish, oaf.

You're such a snob.

No.

I am honest about who I am.

I do not go
slumming for entertainment.

Excuse me. One moment.

SKREBENSKY: We should probably
set off quite soon.

You have had quite a look now.

I think Skegness
might have been better.

More to do.

Here is perfect!

Oh, no.
Absolutely, I've loved it.
All those...

All the sand, water.

I have to give you this.

What have I done wrong?

-Nothing.
-So?

You do not accompany me,

into the unknown.

You do not set off with me

through life into wonder.

-It's just words.
-Oh!

Words.

Now tell me why you
cannot be with me,
so I can understand.

You don't satisfy me.

What?

Physically, you.

The other things they are

the journey which
lovers must take.

So they may feel the earth
between their toes.

But the journey
must first be ignited.

And you don't.

I don't satisfy you?

You have never satisfied me.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[URSULA GRUNTING]

[CRYING]

[GRUNTING]

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

MAN: Thank you. Thank you.

Madam, if you could
wake the man up next to you,

we need the seat
for the eight o'clock house.

WOMEN: Cheers. Cheers.

WILL: That was the best turn
we have had.

I've a good mind
to go up Rollins for

a cup of their best coffee
and some of
their pastry fancies.

If anyone would
care to be treated.

Come here.

[WHISPERS] No,
he is not coming.

[BOTH MOANING]

I can still taste
that cake on you.

Weren't it lovely?

Not as lovely as you.

All right, then.
Give us your jacket.

This is me best frock.

I'm not getting grass up it.

Yeah.

[BOTH MOANING]

[WILL GROANING]

No!

What?

No.

What you on about?

I said you could.

Yeah, I know. I know.

I can't.

What do you mean you can't?

What's wrong with me?

Oh,
there's nowt wrong with you.

You're beautiful. You're...

[EXHALES]

I had a girl like you.

And her skin was like yours.

Only now it in't.

But that's all right 'cause

it got like that with me.

Do you see?

A young lad
needs to look on you.

Not some old bugger like me.

Young lad.

Who knows nowt else but you.

Isn't that better?

You must have me, Robert.
Or else you are incomplete.

I know you better
than you know yourself.

People make such
a fuss about sex.

But it really is
the most natural thing
in the world.

Why mightn't we do
it when we please?

Robert?

Yes.

What are you doing?

I'm going to get dressed.

There's a train in
about 25 minutes.

We could still...
I can still...

Go back?

Please, don't say anything.

Robert...

You don't have to come.

You can stay here.
Enjoy the place.

I already paid the bill,
any extras, breakfast...

There's a carriage
ride along the front.
I think that's included.

Are you insane?

Was this your plan all along?

Once the ship was breached,
to desert it
like a bloated rat?

How can you say that?

How can I?
It's not I, who seconds after

emptying myself of
my precious seed,
runs for the station!

It's my own fault.

You warned me.

You warned me at the station
that you hadn't
the stomach for it.

This is not that! I swear.

What is it, then?

It's...

I cannot ever feel

better than this.

I know that for a certainty.

This is my summit.

And all that
remains from here on in
is an approximation of life

with Beatrice.

Don't say her name.

I'm sorry.

I just want you to know
why I have to leave.

Because now
that we have had...

You will tire of me.

I'm your experiment

and I know it. It's fine.

But you will move on.

And I cannot allow that decay,

not between us.

I am complete
for ever like this.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[PEOPLE CHEERING]

BIRKIN: Ah.
I've been looking
all over for you.

I'm sorry.
I'm not much company.

I mean,
it's worse than before.

I thought I'd
better enjoy things
in absentia.

What is wrong?

I told you. I hate parties,

especially birthdays.

Something
always drags me down.

I try to get to
the bottom of it...

Oh, don't do that.

That is called introspection.
It's terribly destructive.

Especially if
you're not the sort.

Get in. Have a plank.

[YELLS]

[LAUGHS]

You have been
enjoying yourself.

[GROANS]

We are fine.
We can drift a bit.

Get down.

What?

Get out of the car.

It is another 18 miles.

Walk it.

Give me your shoes.

Give them to me.

Now you may feel the earth
between your toes.

Feel it until they bleed!

Do you know of
Blutbruderschaft?

-Blood brothers?
-Yes.

I mean,
originally it
was German knights.

They made a cut in their arms

and then they rubbed
each other's
blood into the cut.

Doesn't sound
awfully hygienic.

Well, I think the idea was

when a man found another man
that he admired

and that feeling
was reciprocated,
it was a kind of

a way of showing a sort of

loyalty or commitment,

or almost a love.

You'd need to love someone
to carve yourself open.

All the same,

I think where we
are now in history...

Perhaps Nietzsche is right.

The world does spin
of its own accord.
Not divinely but just,

because it does.

As we do here

drifting on
the water randomly,

straying through
an infinite nothing.

Rupert,
I haven't got a solitary clue
what you're on about.

Good old Gerald.

Perhaps God is dead.

What?

I think He is.

Or surely,
he'd look after those
who looked after Him,

a little bit better,
don't you think?

Give them
the odd sign, leg up.
Keep fighting the good fight.

And if there is
no Deus ex machina

forming our future and...

Well, where does the answer
to tomorrow lie?

It's with us, Gerald.
With humanity.

So we must declare ourselves.

If there is,
but this one life,

we must not waste
it in hesitation.

[LOUD SPLASH]

-What's that?
-LAURA: Di!

There's somebody in the water.

LAURA: Di!

GERALD: Row up. Quickly!

Stay out of the water!
Nobody else go in!

MAN: It's your sister, Gerald.
It's Diana!

LAURA: It's Di, Gerald.
Diana fell in.

I know.
Who's gone in after her?

Young Dr Brindell.

I am responsible.

Gerald, you can't go in there.

Gerald!

LAURA: Di! Diana!

[GASPING]

BIRKIN: Gerald!

Will?

Anna?

Is it done?

Turn the lamp on.

What?

Let me see you.

See you as you are.

[EXHALES]

I could never be
unfaithful to you.

You have my soul,
Anna Brangwen.

-I tried.
-[SHUSHING]

Undress.
Come to bed, be with me.

I don't understand, Anna.
What happened?

I mistrusted you.
And that is an end to it.

But I've never...

You're unfettered, Will.

And I am not.

You scare me sometimes.

I'll risk everything,
I promise.

So must you, again, with me.

-Come.
-Where?

To bed.

I can't go to sleep
when they're
still in the water.

MR CRICH: Gerald.

Father.

Do you have them, yet?

Are they safe?

No, I fear it's too late.

[GASPS] Oh, God.

Get back to it.
You are in charge!

They're gone!

The currents are too strong.
I'm sorry.

LAURA: Father,
there's nothing we can do.

They're dead, Gerald! Gerald!

They're dead.

GERALD: She killed him,
as he tried to save her.

Thank you for staying.

You've to go to
London today, don't you?

I'm there myself
later in the week.

We should perhaps meet up.

BIRKIN: Gerald?

GERALD: What?

-Your sister...
-What?

Nothing. Just nothing. Just...

You think we
should discuss it,
don't you?

No, not discuss. Just...

I'm getting on, Rupert.

Spirit of the Age.
Isn't that what you said? Hmm?

Like an exploding shell.
A machine.

It was strange, you know,

under the water.

It's so black and
vast down there.

A man could be consumed.

But on the surface,
in the air,
I am a machine, Rupert.

I need fuelling,
certain things
to keep me oiled.

But that's it.

After that, I just carry on.

Through everything.

Did you see?
He died trying to save her.

Yes, you said.

She would not
have overpowered me.

Lass, come here.

[SOBBING]

Oh, come here.

I never liked him.

Thick as pig shit.

[LAUGHS]

And not half your wit.

No.

Take care.

You, too.

Mr Gerald.

Abby!

I didn't expect
to see you here.

Oh, my mother lives here.
Arkwright Street.

Ah.

I'm so sorry about Miss Diana.

Yes.
Thank you. Dreadful business.

Would you care for a drink?

Yates's is, uh...

I think I could do
with a little something.

Only if you have time.

No. I should like that.

[GIGGLES]

[EXHALES]

Thank you.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[TRAIN APPROACHING]

Like a panther, she comes!

Champagne, Charlie.
Put it on Maxim's account.

I thought you weren't back
until tomorrow.

She's worn
the poor bugger out.

There were some difficulties.

You didn't go!

No, we went.

We stayed in
a wonderful hotel.
In Brighton.

-Huzzah!
-Huzzah!

Then we came
back this morning.

You lying bitch.

He was back in
my bed last night

after having had
his fill with you.

Excuse me!

No, I won't.

But he's gone now dear Robert.

He left me a note.
To say how happy you made him.

He realised he could no longer
continue his dull,
sterile life.

So he was leaving
for a new start.

This,
dear children, is the whore
who stole your father.

Madam, if you were a lady...

Oh, I am a lady.

I was brought
up properly, with

manners and
decency and loyalty.

Not to fuck my
way into society.

How dare you!

Oh, yes! I am a lady,

which you,
despite your fine clothes
and bottles of champagne,

clearly are not.

You're a common slut!

And judging by these faces
staring at you,
they know it, too.

[DOOR CLOSING]

♪ Young girl,
and have just come over

♪ Over from the country
where they do things big

♪ And amongst the boys
I've got a lover ♪

You dirty fucking queer!

Break, you bastard.
Fucking break!

Break, you bastard.
Fucking break!

Is that the best you can do?

Show me something else.
Something better!