Oh, look! They're coming!
Faster, faster, Mrs. Crick! They'll beat us to the church!
Angel!
Angel, please, I must speak to you.
What's the matter?
I want to confess all my past faults. All of it!
Later, sweetheart. Once we're married we'll tell each other everything.
I have some failings of my own to confess.
I require and charge you both...
as you will have to answer at that dreadful Day of Judgment...
where the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed.
That if either of you know any impediment...
why you may not be lawfully joined in matrimony...
ye do now confess it.
Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife...
to live together after God's just ordinance...
in the holy estate of matrimony?
Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor and keep her...
in sickness and in health and forsaking all other...
keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?
I will.
Welcome, sir. Welcome, ma'am.
Mr. Plunkett told me to make you at home.
The rooms you rented are on the first floor...
but Mr. Plunkett had to leave for Manchester...
so you'll have the whole house to yourselves.
You'll find it very comfortable here. The house is inclined to be damp.
But I lit a good fire in the drawing room early this afternoon.
As for food, look, I've prepared you a cold supper.
And there's a nice bottle of wine to go with it.
Tomorrow, if you wish...
I'll bring you some of my husband's excellent cider. He makes it himself.
The usual offices.
Your bedroom.
A little surprise, ma'am.
I took the liberty. My son picked it in the woods. It's a good bed.
I think you'll find it to your liking.
And now I'll leave you to yourselves.
Cheerio.
Which are my hands, and which are yours?
They're all yours.
Open it.
It's for you.
Family jewels.
Are they for me? - But of course.
Truly?
Put them on.
Put them on now.
My God, how beautiful you are.
Come and see.
I have a confession to make, my love.
You have something to confess? - Why not?
You think far too highly of me.
Listen.
I want you to forgive me...
and not be angry with me for failing to tell you earlier.
I said nothing for fear of losing you.
I shall be brief, darling.
Not long before we met, I lived in London for a time.
There... I met a woman older than myself.
Ours was a false relationship.
A sad one.
It was all over in a few weeks.
That's all there is to tell.
Do you forgive me?
Angel.
I love you.
You're so utterly good and gentle. I was mad to fear your resentment.
I have a confession too, Angel. Something of the same kind.
Tell me at table. We'll talk over supper. I'm hungry, aren't you?
I told you... I have a confession like your own.
What confession?
I shall be just as brief.
His name is d'Urberville. Like mine.
Alexander d'Urberville.
His family bought the title.
Their real name is Stoke.
It was fate that drove me to work, but...
for false relations as a way of helping my own folk to live.
Alec...
Alexander...
took advantage of me...
relying on his strength and my fear.
I became his mistress in despair.
Without love...
like yours...
My sad union ended after a few weeks.
I bore a child...
which died very young.
My life was in ruins till the day I met you.
I'm going out.
You don't forgive me?
I forgive you, Angel. - Yes, I know.
But you...
You don't forgive me?
You were one person. Now you're another.
Have mercy.
Angel? - Have mercy.
Angel, what do you mean by that laugh?
How can you speak to me like this? It frightens me. How can you?
You are not the woman I loved.
Well, who am I, then? - Another woman in her shape.
He says...
He says, I'm not the woman I loved...
but another woman in her shape.
Angel! Angel, please. I was a child...
a child when it happened. I knew nothing of men.
You were sinned against. That I grant you.
So you don't forgive me. - I forgive you.
But forgiveness isn't all.
Nor love me?
I cannot help associating your lack of firmness...
with the decline of your family.
Decrepit families imply deficient willpower and decadent conduct.
I thought you were a child of nature.
But you were the last in a line of degenerate aristocrats.
Breakfast is ready.
You can get rid of me.
What did you say?
You can get rid of me.
By divorcing me.
Good God.
How can you be so simple?
You're too much of a child, too immature.
Too ignorant, I suppose.
Leave that!
You're my wife, not my servant.
I'm your wife...
but you don't want to live with me.
You mean to go, don't you?
I couldn't stay without despising myself.
And what is worse, without despising you.
How can we live together while that man exists?
He is your natural husband...
not I.
Can you honestly tell me to stay?
No.
But it's absolutely necessary that one of us remain here...
to avoid a scandal.
We must at least keep up appearances.
Oh, yes, we must.
But what will you do?
I can go home. - Are you sure?
Yes. If you leave me, I shall go home.
Then so be it.
- Cross-in-Hand, sir. - Yes, I know.
Come.
Now, let's be clear about this.
There's no anger in our hearts, even though something happened...
between us which I cannot endure at present.
I shall let you know where I go, and if I think I can bear it...
if I'm capable of it, I shall come to fetch you.
I shall wait.
Until then, you'd do better not to try and join me.
Until then, I must not join you.
Just so.
May I write to you? - Oh, yes.
If you're ill or in need of anything.
A very good day to you, Mr. Clare! I've brought you some groceries.
There's a chicken, some sausages, some bacon.
Thank you so much. - I've put in some butter...
some flour, eggs... - That's far too much.
Newlyweds are always hungry, sir.
From tonight onwards, I shall cook for you myself.
The truth is, you see, for some time, I shall be needing less than that.
Because, in fact, I shall be alone for a day or two.
My wife has been obliged to rejoin her parents.
Mercy on us. Is there an illness in the family?
Nothing of that kind. It was arranged beforehand.
So as far as my meals are concerned during Mrs. Clare's absence...
I'll talk to you later. - Shall I leave the basket?
Indeed, the basket will do for today. Many thanks.
I was passing on my way home, sir.
I only wanted to wish you well. You and Mrs. Clare.
She's not here. I'm on the point of leaving myself, as you see.
I'm leaving England. I've made up my mind to go to Brazil.
Brazil? - Yes.
Well, then please tell Mrs. Clare I hope the journey agrees with her.
She's not going at present. I'll go on to get the measure of the place...
and see what life there is like.
How is Retty? - Oh, as high-strung as ever.
And Marian? - Marian's taken to drink, sir.
Really? - Yes. Mr. Crick has got rid of her.
And you, Izz, are you well?
With you gone, sir, how could I be?
There, it is said.
Goodbye, sir.
Goodbye, Izz.
Izz!
If I were to ask you to come with me now...
come to Brazil with me...
would your answer be yes?
To come with you, I should leave everything this minute.
You know what it would mean in the eyes of society?
I wouldn't care.
Do you love me so much?
I've... I've always loved you.
More than Tess?
No.
Not more than her.
Nobody could have loved you more than Tess.
She'd have given her life for you.
I could do no more.
All is vanity.
Good night, my pretty. - Night, sir.
It is late for a maid to be roaming the lanes by herself.
Have you lost your way, then?
Step up here beside me, and I'll take you part of the road.
Why, you can scarce put one foot afore the other.
Ride with me, I say.
But I know you.
You be Mr. Stoke d'Urberville's fancy woman!
You weren't too proud to cock a leg for him, eh?
Trollop!
If it isn't my little Tess!
Poor poppet, what a state you're in.
You're so cold.
Here.
Get that inside you. It will warm your bones.
Go on, my love, drink it.
Get along.
You mustn't let yourself go. Even bad luck runs out in the end.
Take my word for it.
I can't go on.
You'll feel better tomorrow.
Oh, no, I can't go on.
I'd like...
If I had the courage, I'd like to die.
Don't talk such flummery.
Why didn't you come to see me sooner?
I'm going to take you in hand, my girl.
Do they still have work here? - In this wretched place?
There's always work here for them as can abide it.
Come. You have some of my nice soup.
After that...
you must take off those slummocky clothes and prettify yourself...
just to make me jealous again.
My little Tessy.
Are you the new hand?
It is you, is it?
Be they all you've done?
It is a mighty poor show.
She's not accustomed to it. - I don't keep useless hands here.
We're only paid for what we do, so where's the difference?
No arguments. I want the whole lot cleared.
I'll stay late.
You'd better.
Never you mind that Groby.
It is just his way. No, Lord love us.
It is not like it was at the dairy.
Dairyman Dick all the week.
On Sundays, Mr. Richard Crick.
It don't do to pray here, missy.
There be a curse on this place.
This is the Cross-in-Hand, isn't it? - So it is.
On account of a malefactor they tortured here in ancient times.
They did nail his hand to a post, and then they hanged him.
The sinner's bones be down there to this day, I'm told.
Tuesday. Delighted.
Goodbye. - Till evening.
O! Look here!
What are you finding?
An old pair of boots.
Are there two of them?
Yes. - Well, how extraordinary.
Still in good condition.
It's wicked to throw away a good pair of boots like that.
They could be of use to the poor.
They're a little muddy. - Yes.
Sir.
Over there. Mr. Groby.
Thanks.
I knew nothing of your circumstances.
Nothing at all until your mother wrote me.
My mother? - She wrote...
what you should have told me a long time ago.
I came at once.
Why did you never say anything?
I had nothing to ask of you.
That isn't so.
You wear your ridiculous pride like a hair shirt.
And you've put me even more in the wrong than I was.
Against my will.
I'd have done my duty by the child.
On my honor, I would.
Honor.
I want to take you away from this wretched place.
It's unworthy of you.
What is this strange temptation misery holds for you?
Come to your senses.
Come away with me.
Your father's ill. Did you know?
Yes.
They fear the worst.
Your family will be evicted if he dies. They're quite as destitute as you.
I'm offering you my help, sincerely.
No one else seems to care.
Who is this husband of yours anyway?
How could he abandon you like this? - Please leave me alone!
Tess!
There's a point beyond which obstinacy becomes stupidity.
Are you in love with this drudgery?
I may be a sham d'Urberville, but my little finger can do more for you...
than all your blue-blooded ancestors.
I'm right.
You know I am.
Forget about all this.
And forget about that mule you call your husband.
Go on, hit me.
I shall not cry out.
Once victim, always victim.
That's the law.
I was your master once.
I shall be so again.
If you're any man's wife...
you're mine.
My own dear husband...
I shall die soon unless I get word from you.
All my letters have remained unanswered.
Have you even received them?
I long for one thing only...
and that is to see you again.
Come back to me, Angel.
Come back and save me from the thing that threatens me.
Any reasonable person would call this a ludicrous situation.
I offer to help you...
you and all your family.
But no.
You prefer to turn yourselves into gypsies.
Please go away.
In other words, Mrs. Clare...
you're asking me to let you starve in peace? Is that it?
Go away!
You'll be civil yet.
What's to become of me and my poor little mites?
We be the Durbeyfield family. It is written there, isn't it?
Oh, it is written plain enough, I grant you...
but the rooms have been taken.
You never sent the deposit.
He means the money to be paid on account, Mother.
There's more in life than money, sir.
You cannot leave these poor fatherless children in the street.
It would be a crime! - Missus.
Hospitality's sacred, even among the pagan Turks!
Please, missus, it is your own fault.
We'll see about that.
We're true descendants of the knightly d'Urbervilles.
Nobody leaves us in the streets like horse apples...
not in the home of our ancestors.
Our bones are in the crypt there, laid out in their coffins!
Mother, I beg you. Don't take on so. - No, my girl. What's true is true.
Your poor father's eyes are on us. We mustn't shame him.
The Lord will protect his own, and the wicked shall be punished.
Bain't you stopping here, then?
No, my good man, we're going on.
Good man? My beasts are spent. I ought to be getting back to Marlott.
No, wait! Wait!
Now, unload it all.
Where? - Here.
- Here? - Yes, here.
We shall camp beside our church...
until the town of our ancestors finds us shelter.
Now, come on, children. Set to work.
Why am I on the wrong side of this door?
Who's there? - It's me, Father. Angel.
My boy. My poor boy.
I've been ill, but I'm quite all right now.
Why have you treated me so monstrously, Angel?
I do not deserve it.
I have thought it over carefully...
and I can never, never forgive you.
You are cruel. I shall try to forget you.
All I have received at your hands is injustice.
Mr. Durbeyfield.
Beg pardon?
You are Mr. Durbeyfield?
They don't live here no more.
Since when?
Since John Durbeyfield died.
Do you know where they went?
John Durbeyfield, 1832 to 1888.
More properly d'Urberville...
of the once powerful family of that name...
and directly descended through an illustrious line...
from Sir Pagan d'Urberville, one of the knights of the Conqueror.
'How are the mighty fallen.'
Oh, yes. How indeed.
May I? For the poor.
I prefer to settle the mason's account.
He has never been paid for his work.
They were an odd family.
My collegue, Mr. Tringham, would have done better to keep his mouth shut.
I should like to see Mrs. Clare.
Mrs. Clare.
Tess.
Yes, I know. She's not here.
You are Mrs. Durbeyfield?
Yes.
Where is she living?
I don't know.
I'm her husband.
I guessed as much.
Then tell me where she is.
Please tell me.
Leave her. Leave her in peace.
My poor girl has suffered enough.
She don't care to see you, sir. Never.
Mrs. Durbeyfield...
take pity on a lonely, wretched man. Tell me where to find her.
I beg you.
She's at Sandbourne. - Sandbourne?
But where? It's a large town these days.
That's all I know. Sandbourne.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for a Mrs. Clare.
Would you by any chance know her address?
No. Hey, George. You got a Clare on your round?
Clare?
No. We get a lot of visitors here, you know.
Or a Durbeyfield. Miss Durbeyfield.
d'Urberville at The Herons. - That's it, d'Urberville!
Is a boarding house, sir. Can't miss it. - Whereabouts?
Yes?
Please excuse me for calling at this hour...
but do you have a Teresa d'Urberville staying with you?
Mrs. d'Urberville, you mean? - Yes.
Please come in.
Would you tell her that a relative is anxious to see her?
It's rather early. What name shall I give?
Angel. - Mr. Angel?
No, Angel. It's my Christian name. She'll understand.
I'll just go and see if she's awake.
Tess.
I came to ask your forgiveness.
It's too late.
Too late?
My darling wife...
I've come to fetch you. - Don't.
Don't come near me, Angel, please.
Too late.
I'm not the man I was.
I've suffered too.
I humbly beg you to forgive me.
Yes.
Oh, yes, yes.
But I tell you, it's too late.
Don't you know it all? Don't you...?
How did you find your way here? - I had to...
I saw your mother.
I waited and waited for you...
but you didn't come.
I wrote to you, and you didn't come.
He has been good to me, to all of us.
He has won me back to him.
He's upstairs.
Go now, Angel.
Go, please.
And never come back anymore.
Good morning, my dear.
Well, what's the matter now?
Are you feeling unwell?
Is that why you have the vapors?
Yes?
No?
Yes, I know.
We're moping as usual.
For God's sake.
Try and make an effort.
Did you have a bad dream?
Brazil, perhaps?
These morning hysterics of yours are in poor taste.
Don't forget we're lunching with the Bennetts.
I'd like you to look presentable.
A genuine d'Urberville.
I came to tell you that I've killed him.
I've done it.
I don't know how.
I don't know.
That... That time I hit him with my glove.
The blood in his mouth.
I thought I might be capable of...
Yes.
Yes, it was from that day on.
What do you mean?
I mean I've killed him.
I won't desert you.
I shall protect you by every means in my power.
Whatever you may or may not have done, I love you.
I love you.
Will they hang me?
We must get out at the next station and head north on foot.
They'll be looking for us in the Wessex ports.
Once we reach the north, we'll go abroad.
I have the makings of a meal here. And a bottle of wine.
Rest at last.
We must leave here... as soon as possible.
My life couldn't be a matter of weeks?
Why not wait for them here?
Since they'll catch me in any case.
I'm going to save you.
Do you hear? I'm going to save you.
Can't we rest here?
I'm afraid not. By day this place is visible from miles around.
There are no stars tonight.
Perhaps we could have made our souls take flight together.
Do they sacrifice to God here?
No . To the sun I believe. It's a Pagan temple.
Older than the ages.
Older than the d'Urbervilles.
Do you think we shall meet again after death?
I'm afraid, Angel. I'm afraid?
The whole country's roused.
She's sleeping. Just a little longer.
Have they come for me?
Yes.
I'm ready.
Corrected and syncronized by Hofhil