All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S02E01 The New Man WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(orchestal music)

- Now, Rose as soon as
Miss Elizabeth arrives.

- Who, Mr. Hudson?

- Mrs. Kirbridge.

As soon as Mr. and Mrs.
Kirbridge arrive

you can go straight
upstairs and pack your case.

- I'll have that out
for my dress and apron.

- Yes, well it won't
take you a moment

to change out to luncheon.

Put all your things ready
to change into.

I don't want you to be keeping

Mr. And Mrs. Kirbridge waiting

when they're ready to
set off for Greenwich.

- No, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, Mrs. Bridges.

-[Rose] Oooh!

That looks lovely, Mrs. Bridges!

It always was Miss
Elizabeth's favorite dessert!

- Whose, Rose?

- I hope Mr. and Mrs. Kirbridge
enjoyed their honeymoon.

- I gather from our ladyship
that Austria

proved perfectly satisfactory,

for those who like
a foreign part.

- I wouldn't like to
spend my honeymoon

among a lot of foreigners!

- Ah, well, they're back now.

-[Woman] I brought a lot
of luggage, I'm afraid.

(chattering)

Where's my mother, Edward?

-[Edward] In the morning
room Mrs. Kirbridge.

- Well done, Edward,
you remembered!

- Hello, darling.

- Mother.

- Lawrence.

You do look well!

Why didn't Edward
take that for you?

- No, that's the one
with the presents in it!

Put it on the table, Lawrence.

(bickering)

Put it on the floor.

- Did you have a good crossing?

-[Elizabeth] Very good!

Didn't stop Lawrence being sick.

- I don't know why people
aren't seasick

are always so superior
to people who are.

- Oh, Lawrence, I
agree with you.

Whenever I'm lying in the
cabin feeling simply dreadful,

Elizabeth's father flings
open the door

letting in blasts of
fresh air and says,

"What you need is a brisk
walk round the deck."

Throughout our married life,

it's happened every time we've
crossed the channel together.

- That is obviously going
to happen with us too.

Except that in our case,

Lawrence is reclining
in the cabin

and I'm walking about the deck

letting in blasts of cold air.

(door opening)

Hudson! How lovely to see you.

- Welcome back Mrs. Kirbridge.

-[Lawrence] Hello, Hudson.

- Good morning, sir.

Would you care for some
sherry, my lady?

- Lawrence?

-[Lawrence] Oh, thank you.

- Elizabeth, do you want
to come upstairs

and take your hat off?

- No, not 'til I find
your present.

-[Hudson] Sherry, madam?

- No thank you, Hudson.

I'll have some schnapps
if you've got some.

It's alright, I'm only joking.

Yes, I will have some.

Put it over there, would you?

- Sit down, Lawrence.

Elizabeth is rummaging.

Your father says sorry
he couldn't be here.

He had to have lunch
at the house

with a tiresome constituent

who didn't like the line he
took on old age pensions.

- Well, if Father knows
he was right,

I don't know why he
bothers with him.

Or is the man a large
contributor to party funds?

-[Mother] Thank you, Hudson.

-[Hudson] My lady.

-[Mother] Oh, Hudson!

Is Rose ready?

- Yes, my lady.

- Ready for what?

- It's a surprise
that Hudson and I

have concocted between us.

- Good! I like surprises.

Usually.

Look!

I got this for Henrietta!

- Oh, it's charming.

-[Lawrence] One should
perhaps mention

that it wasn't bought
for its beauty,

but for its social significance.

- Good heavens, really?

- You see, we went into
this big shop in the

something strata.

- The something strata.

- Yes, well, they were selling
hand carved boxes and things

at enormous prices!

And I went to the
back of the shop

and there was this little man,

working away in a dreadfully
bad light carving them.

So I told Lawrence to hold

the owner of the shop
in conversation.

-[Lawrence] Yes,
that wasn't easy.

He wasn't interested in politics

and the only poet he'd
ever heard of was Barnum.

- Yes, well anyway,
Lawrence managed

to keep him out of the way

while I asked the
old man if he had

something of his own to sell.

And he brought out this!

So I was able to buy
it from him direct,

without any horrid middle
man taking the profit.

- That's cheating the
unfortunate shopkeeper

who was paying the
rent and taxes

and making sure the old
man didn't starve.

- Never mind, it was a
blow against sweated labor,

and I know Henrietta
will approve.

- Darling.

You haven't changed a bit.

- Haven't I, Mother?

-[Mrs. Bridges] Did
Miss Elizabeth

enjoy our peaches colbert?

-[Hudson] She did, indeed,
Mrs. Bridges.

She said she's coming downstairs
to tell you so herself.

- Oh, gracious!

I'll put on a clean apron.

I'm not fit to be seen.

I hope Mr. Kirbridge
isn't coming down too.

- No, I believe he has
to leave very shortly.

He has an appointment
with a publisher.

- Isn't he going to Greenwich
with Miss Elizabeth?

Their first day in
their new home?!

- Apparently not, Mrs. Bridges.

I thought Lady Marjorie seemed
a wee bit put out about it.

- Not surprised!

- Mr. Kirbridge spoke
to me ever so nicely.

Didn't he, Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, he's always been
a very pleasant,

easygoing young gentleman.

Ruby!

- I thought he looked
handsomer than ever!

- Handsome is as handsome does.

- Now, Rose, as soon as
we start serving coffee

you can go straight
upstairs and change.

- I won't be a minute,
Mr. Hudson.

(dishes clattering)

- Oh, Ruby!

What have you broken now?

Get out of here!

- Do you think you're
gonna miss it Rose

when you go down
to Greenwich, eh?

- Ow!

You made me spill it!

I will tell you Edward,

if I miss you it'll
be a good miss!

-[Edward] Probably have
some larks out there.

- I hope Rose will
have no such thing.

And Rose, while I'm
on the subject.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson?

- Mrs. Kirbridge not being
experienced as lady of the
house,

it will be up to you to
maintain standards

in the kitchen and elsewhere.

- There'll be a cook in charge
of the kitchen, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, that's very
true, Mrs. Bridges,

but a cook general is
not quite the same as,

well, as what we're
accustomed to here.

I'm not suggesting that
your Rose should usurp

authority in the kitchen,

but as far as serving, dishing
up, running the household

is concerned, you will have
very big responsibilities, Rose.

I want to be sure that
you take them seriously.

- Oh, I will, Mr. Hudson!

I will!

- You mean I can have Rose?!

- I thought you'd be pleased.

Mind you, you can't keep her.

I'm only lending her to you.

It's just to settle you in.

- Oh, but that's marvelous!

Dear Rose.

What a difference it'll make!

I was dreading having
to give orders

to a lot of strange servants.

- Well, I found you
quite a good cook.

Mrs. Fellowes.

Of course, with a cook
general you don't expect

quite the same standards.

But her references are good
and I saw her former employer.

- Oh, did you really,
Lady Marjorie?

That was a great
deal of trouble.

- Oh, I never trust
a written reference.

After all, when you
employ servants,

you're taking them
into your house,

bringing them into contact
with your children.

Everything they do
reflects on you

in a sense their reputation's
yours.

- Oh, what a terrifying thought!

I hate being responsible
for other people.

It's bad enough being
responsible for one's self.

- All bachelors feel like that.

That's why perennial bachelors
are such trivial people.

When you marry you have
to accept responsibility.

- All this just because
we're engaging a cook!

Who was her former employer?

Why did she leave? Had
she been burning the soup?

- No.

No, she was in the
household of a bank manager

who'd been appointed to
a branch in Manchester.

His wife said Mrs. Fellowes
was keen and capable

but hadn't a great
range of dishes.

- Never mind, I'll teach
you some Viennese cooking.

Tafelspitz, knodel.

(speaking foreign language)

- Well, don't alarm her
too much at first.

I should let her settle in
with cutlets and trifle.

More coffee, Lawrence?

- No, no thank you.

I really ought to be going.

- I hope your publisher's
encouraging

and offers you a lot of money.

- Oh, I don't suppose
he'll offer any money.

- Really?

I thought if he published
your poems

he'd naturally pay you for it.

I mean, people buy
books, don't they?

So surely, well of course,

I really know nothing
about publishing.

- No.

- Lawrence hopes to
write some articles.

He'll get paid for those.

The Pal Mal Gazette have asked
him for two reviews already!

- Oh, but that's splendid!

And I suppose it's the same
as with everything else,

you start in a small way
and work your way up.

- Except that a poet
isn't exactly

like a draper's assistant,

moving on from socks and
ties to silk handkerchief.

- Perhaps what we
should really do

is open a poetry shop
in the strand

and sell your poems
over the counter.

- Well, anyway you've
plenty of time

to look around and decide
what you want to do.

Meanwhile, you should be able

to live at Greenwich
very economically.

I agreed on 30 pounds
a year for the cook,

I hope you feel that's alright.

- I suppose so if that's
what cooks usually get.

- Your father and I will
pay Rose's wages

as our contribution.

You'll need a kitchen maid,

but that should only
cost 16 pounds a year.

So, apart from a
jobbing gardener.

-[Elizabeth] And Lawrence's
manservant!

- Lawrence's?

- Manservant.

- I'm sorry, I--

- No, it's alright.

I advertised for one
before we left.

-[Mother] Well, I haven't
received any applications.

- No, no.

Well, I gave my mother's
address for replies.

I didn't want to bother you.

- Oh, yes, I see.

You don't think a manservant
might be rather expensive?

I doubt if you could pay
less than 50 pounds a year.

It might be a good idea
to have a boot boy.

- Oh, no! No, no, no!

Must have a manservant.

It's such a delightful
expression, my manservant.

It sets one's standards,

it gives one something
to live up to.

- Don't you think if
you had a boot boy

you could set standards for him?

- Well, it wouldn't be the same.

- No.

Well, if you feel it wouldn't

put too much of a strain
on your finances.

-[Lawrence] I'm sure we
shall manage beautifully.

Well, thank you Lady Marjorie
for a delicious lunch.

I'll see you at Greenwich,
Elizabeth.

- Yes, but I'll have to
take all the luggage!

- Well, yes, of course,

I don't want to drag
it all over Hoben.

You're going straight
to Greenwich.

Greenwich, that means
green wood.

I think I shall call it that.

We live under the
green wood tree.

Is there a tree in the garden?

- I don't remember.

- Well, we'll have to plant one!

(door closing)

- Elizabeth--

-[Elizabeth] You didn't ask
if I'd like any more coffee!

I think I would.

- Oh, sorry.

Darling.

- Yes?

- The income from your
marriage settlement

will only bring in 700 a year.

So with Lawrence not
earning any, well, regular,

you'll have to be very
careful about money.

- Well, really, Mother,

I think you've made
that quite plain.

I don't feel we're heading
so much for our first home

as for the workhouse.

-[Mother] Oh, darling.

You know I didn't mean.

I really only want you to say,

well, when your father
and I were married ...

- Yes?

Oh, what is it, Mother?!

I think you'd better
come out with it,

you'll feel much better.

- Well, when I married
your father,

he wasn't a rich man.

- He isn't now, is he?!

- No.

What's mine's his naturally,

but it isn't easy for
a man to marry a wife

whose family has more
money than he has.

- Oh, Mother, we don't
care about that!

Money isn't as important
to us as it is to you.

- Money's always important
if you haven't enough of it.

Let Lawrence make the
decisions, darling.

Especially about money.

Your marriage will never
succeed if you don't.

- But it will succeed if I do?

- Elizabeth.

-[Elizabeth] I think I'd
better go and see Mrs. Bridges.

Is she better now?

- Yes, quite recovered.

Though she'll never get
over missing your wedding.

Don't forget to mention
the peaches.

(door closing)

- I'm very glad you enjoyed it.

- I wish you would come and
cook it for me at Greenwich!

- Oh, well, I'm sure
her ladyship's found you

a very good cook, Miss.

A good, plain cook,
she said she was.

- But not like you,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, well.

(laughing)

Miss Elizabeth.

You ought to start as
you mean to go on.

Do as her ladyship does,

see cook's accounts every week

and make sure they tally.

I'm sure she wouldn't
mean to cheat you,

but a penny here and a
penny there soon mounts up

and slipshod ways cost money.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges, thank you.

Oh, I almost forgot!

I brought you a present
from Vienna.

For all of you, for everybody.

- Oh!

You open it, Mr. Hudson!

- No, no, Mrs. Bridges.

You open it!

- Oh.

(wrapping paper crinkling)

Oh, well now!

That's very--

- Open the lid.

(soft music)

- Oh, it's a music box!

Oh, isn't that--

-[Edward] What's
that tune, then?

- Tales from the Vienna Woods.

Oh, Rose!

Are you ready?

I suppose we'd better go.

- Fancy!

A lady dancing in the kitchen.

- You must remember, Ruby,

Mrs. Kirbridge grew up
here in this house.

- She'll never grow
up, not altogether.

Not that young lady, bless her.

- Edward, get out the
luggage while I fetch a cab.

Look sharp, now.

- Now, Ruby, get on
with the greens.

(horses cantering)

(bell ringing)

(birds tweeting)

(Rose screaming)

-[Elizabeth] Rose?

What on Earth's the matter?!

- Oh, Miss Lizzie.

- Good afternoon.

- Who're you?

What do you want?

- I've come to see
Mr. Kirbridge.

- Miss Lizzie?

- What?

-[Rose] He looks like
a debt collector.

- Looks like we're being
done before we even move in.

- Don't let him inside.

- Would you be Mrs. Kirbridge?

- Yes.

-[Man] Well, I had
your letter, mum.

Now, you see, it says to come
for an interview at 4 o'clock.

- Interview?

- For the post of valet.

- This isn't my hand--

Oh, yes!

This is from my husband's
mother.

Well, I'm afraid Mr. Kirbridge
isn't here at the moment.

Perhaps you could come
back another day.

- Well, I come a long
ways, see, mum?

- Oh.

Very well, I'll see you myself.

- Aw, thanks very much, mum!

- Rose, open the door so we
can get all the stuff inside.

- Oh! Allow me, mum!

- Thank you.

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

Oh!

- Well, you did say you'd
see me now, mum.

- Yes, of course!

Do sit down.

- Thanks very much, mum.

- Excuse me, madam.

Would you like me to
pay the cab driver?

-[Elizabeth] Oh, yes!

Yes, please, Rose.

(door closing)

What is your name?

- Watkins, mum. Thomas Watkins.

- And you have some references,
of course.

- Oh, yes.

Yes, I've got a letter
here from my last employer.

- Abergavenny?

Oh, I don't think I
could go to Abergavenny,

wherever that may be.

- It's in Wales.

- I thought it might be.

(door closing)

- Your purse, madam.

- Oh, thank you, Rose!

Didn't my mother say that the
cook was supposed to be here?

- Yes, madam.

I'll go and see where she is.

- Why did you leave
your last employer?

- He was goin' to
Australia, mum.

-[Elizabeth] Oh.

Didn't you want to go with him?

- No.

No, not enough scope
there, from what I hear.

- Well, I don't know
that there's going to be

a great deal of scope here.

- What would my duties be?

- Duties? Yes, yes, duties.

Well, to look after the
master's clothing, I suppose.

Light the fire in his
dressing room, keep it tidy.

Clean the boots, fill
the colt's saddles.

- Clean the boots?

- If you wouldn't mind.

- So I'd be footman valet?

-[Elizabeth] Yes.

We'd like you to wait at
table and help out generally.

Indoors, that is!

We thought we'd get a
jobbing gardener for the--

-[Watkins] Oh, I'll look
after the garden for you,

if you like.

- Oh, yes, alright.

-[Rose] Cook!

Cook?

Are you there?

(footsteps approaching)

- Oh.

There now, I thought you'd
come while I was out.

I hope you thought to put
something on the fire!

- We've only just got here.

Besides, it is not my place
to make up the kitchen fire.

- Oh, there now.

I'll suppose you'll be wanting
a bit of hot supper tonight.

And the master and mistress
will be wanting their dinner.

Well, I can't do everything.

Not with my leg.

- The master will be
dining out tonight.

- Oh, there now, I got
some nice chops in,

I thought he'd fancy them.

Oh, well.

I hope they're not gonna
be always coming and going.

I don't like a household

where they're always
coming and going.

And like I told her ladyship,

I can't do any heavy
work, not with my leg.

- What will the wages be?

- 50 pounds?

50 pounds a year, and
a suit of clothes.

- A livery.

- No, no, I don't want
you in a livery.

- Oh.

- You see, you'd really
be my husband's valet.

I think a black suit
would be appropriate.

- Right you are, mum.

When would you like me to start?

- Start?

-[Watkins] Well, I
can get my things

and be with you tomorrow
morning, if you like.

-[Elizabeth] Oh, yes, alright.

Perhaps you could
come fairly early

so that my husband
could see you.

- Right you are, mum.

- Excuse me, madam.

Have you engaged that young man?

- I rather think I must have.

What on earth time did
you get in last night?

- Just after midnight.

You were sound asleep.

- Midnight?!

But the last train--

- I went for a walk.

- Lawrence.

I was waiting for you.

-[Lawrence] Oh.

Were you?

I thought you'd be tired out

after all your little wifely
mess making activities.

Now, I got off the train

and it was such a
glorious night,

I could hear Queen
Elizabeth dancing

in a ghostly, but compelling
manner down at the old palace.

So, I went for a walk up
to the top of the hill

and I sat on a gate
and I read a poem.

I chanted it to myself very
loudly all the way back.

And when I came in
you were sleeping

like a rather tousled Madonna.

I thought it was a shame
to wake you, so I didn't.

- Mrs. Fellowes!

Mrs. Fellowes, have you
seen the big warming dish,

the silver one?

-[Mrs. Fellowes] Oh, it
must be there somewhere.

Oh, there now.

I thought those sausages
had burst.

And I picked every
last one of them!

- I know it's here somewhere,
I wanna know where!

It's called a chafing dish,

it holds water in
it at the bottom.

I know they've got one
'cause I've seen it.

It was given as a
wedding present!

- There was a big dish up
on the top of the dresser.

- Well, what's it doing there?

It's supposed to be kept
with the rest of the silver.

Mrs. Fellowes, have we by
any chance got a stepladder?

- I'll put the coal on.

How do they like their bacon?

- I don't know!

- Oh, I wonder if I've got time

to slip around the corner
and get some kidneys.

I can't serve burst sausages!

-[Rose] Mrs. Fellowes!

Would you give us
a hand, please?

Mrs. Fellowes!

Could you come and take
it from me, please?

Oh, no!

Look at me apron!

I can't serve breakfast
like this!

- You shouldn't have
put your clean one on

'til you were ready.

- I thought I was ready!

- Well, of course
at me last place

we had a kitchen maid
to do the dirty work.

-[Rose] Yes.

Well, we had a kitchen
maid, footman,

butler and another
house parlor maid.

- Oh, don't say you did.

But you haven't now!

How you'll manage when you've
got all the fires to do,

I don't know.

And I can't do any heavy
work, not with my leg.

I told her ladyship
that from the start.

-[Elizabeth] Oh, I
forgot to tell you,

your man's coming this morning.

- Man?

- Footman valet, valet footman.

- Oh, my manservant!

- He came for an interview
with you yesterday

and since you weren't
here, I saw him.

- Good, what's he like?

- I don't know.

I don't think Rose liked
him very much.

- We're not engaging
him for Rose, are we?

- No, but she'll have
to work with him.

Lawrence, there's an
article about you!

- Really?

-[Elizabeth] Alone
among the younger poets,

Lawrence Kirbridge is able
to express new and exciting

thoughts in a language of
classic style and simplicity.

- Who's it by?

- Stephen Keating.

- Oh, so this is the little
surprise he said he got for me.

- Do you know him?

- Yes, we had dinner
with him last night.

- I thought you were
having dinner

with your tutor from Cambridge?

- We met Stephen Keating
with some friends,

he took us all the
to Café Royal.

I talked about Austria,

and was frightfully
witty about lederhosen.

People who say (speaking
foreign language)

every time they tripped
over your feet in the park.

So, Stephen's going to
get me a commission

to write some articles about it.

- But that's marvelous!

- Yes!

Isn't it?

- Mrs. Fellowes?

If you would do the plates
before doing your pots and pans

I could finish the drying up

and get on with the
rest of me work.

(bell ringing)

- Oh, there now!

I thought the trays would
be calling round

for their orders soon.

- I'll go.

It's probably the new man.

Oh.

- Good morning.

- You better come inside.

- Yeah, well, I'm not
gonna get very far

standing outside on
the step, am I?

Good morning.

- You can put that there.

Then come upstairs

and I'll see if the
master is able to see you.

- I think I'm gonna buy
dozens of copies of this

and send it to all my friends.

I mean, there's no point
in being famous

if nobody knows about it.

- You can't go now!

-[Lawrence] Why not?

-[Elizabeth] That man's coming!

- Well, you see him.

- I saw him yesterday!

Besides, you've got to
decide if you like him.

- I never know if I like people.

Tell him I'll take him on trial.

Oh.

- Excuse me, sir, the new
man is here to see you.

- Ah.

Alright, let him come in.

Good morning.

- Good morning, sir.

- What is your name?

-[Watkins] Thomas Watkins, sir.

- Do you like being
called Thomas or Watkins?

- Oh, Thomas will do
nicely, thank you, sir.

- Good! Good.

Have you any references?

- Yes, sir, madam's
already seen them, sir.

- His last employer lived
in Abergavenny.

- In Abergavenny?

Oh.

What wages would you like?

- Well, madam suggested
50 pounds a year.

- And is that--

- Oh, that's quite
satisfactory, sir, thank you.

- Oh, good! Good.

- Well, if that's all, sir?

- Yes!

Yes, I think so! Thank you.

- Where shall I put
my things, mum?

- Rose will show you.

(bell ringing)

- Do you like poetry?

-[Watkins] Well, I'm not
familiar with a great deal, sir.

Used to know The Boy
Stood on the Burning Deck.

-[Lawrence] Music?

-[Watkins] Well, I've
been known to display

a light baritone, sir.

In the right time and the
right place, of course.

- Yes, well, we weren't going
to ask you to oblige us now.

- Oh, I didn't think
you were, sir.

- Oh, Rose!

Would you show Thomas
where to put his things?

There's a room behind
the kitchen, isn't there?

- Yes, madam, where the
boot boy was to sleep.

- Yes--

- Only there isn't no bed.

- There's a spare bed
in the attic, Rose.

If you ask Thomas, I'm sure
he'll help you down with it.

Then you could buy some material

and make some curtains
and a bed cover,

fix it up nicely for him.

- Me, madam?

- Oh, come along,
Rose, come along!

You never know, you may discover

a whole new range
of hidden talents!

You may design such a
beautiful little bar

for Thomas in the basement

that people will be coming from
miles around just to see it.

Just like, well, just
like The Great Exhibition.

- Yes, sir.

(door closing)

-[Lawrence] Pity about Rose.

- Pity?

-[Lawrence] Do you remember
that day she came to tea

in Henrietta's lodgings?

She didn't exactly
let her hair down,

but she laughed, she talked,
she looked almost pretty.

- Rose?

- Now she looks every
day, more and more

like an acidulated spinster.

- No, she doesn't!
- It's all wrong, you know!

- What is?

-[Lawrence] Well, we take
all these young girls,

now, just think of it,

thousands of them from
all over the country,

and we shove them up
in servant's halls,

put them in unbecoming uniforms,

tell them they can't
have any fellows,

and they end up as a deadly army

of elderly, muffin
serving virgins.

All those girls with
the names of flowers.

Rose, Violet, Primrose.

- I never heard of a
housemaid called Primrose.

- If I had my way,

Rose would be wearing
diaphanous clothes

and go floating about
the house, singing,

with flowers in her hair.

- That'll be enough,
Mrs. Fellowes.

Mrs. Kirbridge isn't
very partial to soup.

- Well, I hope she likes that

after all the trouble
I've taken.

That's beef broth,
that is, in there.

- When they finish their soup,

I will tell Thomas
and he'll come down

to get the next course.

- What do you mean, tell me?

I'll be able to see
for myself, won't I?

- You'll be waiting outside
with the dirty dishes.

- Oh, no, I won't!
I'll be serving!

- If you mean waiting at
table, no you will not.

I am the parlor maid.

- And I'm the footman.

Come on, live and let live.

We'll serve the table together.

Come on!

- By the way, the Annisters
have asked me for the weekend.

- They've asked you,
what about me?

- Hm?

- Don't they know
you're married?

- What, you mean that
husbands and wives

should always go everywhere
together?

Now, we don't believe in
those absurd conventions.

I'm sure the Annisters
don't either.

- I notice you believe
in absurd conventions

when they suit you.

- Now, when did I ever
believe in absurd conventions?

- When we got married.

- That was to please
your parents.

- And your mother.

-[Lawrence] Oh, no.

No, no, no, you're
quite wrong there.

She didn't want me to
marry you at all.

- Who are the Annisters anyway?

- There you are!

- Where am I?

- In a state of abysmal
ignorance.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

- I think the idea is
that you should carve it.

- No.

(sighing)

The damn thing is full of bone.

- Would you prefer me
to carve it, sir?

- Yes, I think you'd better.

- If there's one thing
that's designed

to turn me into a vegetarian
over night,

it's trying to hack
lumps of meat

off a charred carcass
and then being asked

to eat the damn thing.

- My grandfather says
that carving is an art

which every gentleman
should be proud to practice.

- Since your grandfather's
notion of art

is cemented firmly on
Frith's Derby Day

and Tennyson's Idylls
of the King,

I don't feel too
utterly cast down

at being able to live
up to his ideals.

- You still haven't told
me who the Annisters are.

- They're the most
important people

in the literary world today.

- Good.

Then I should like to meet them.

- I don't think they'd
amuse you.

- I don't always need
to be amused!

- They are the center
of a circle.

- Who are?

- The Annisters.

- Oh.

What's this?

- Artichokes, madam.

- You know I don't
like artichokes!

Tell Mrs. Fellowes
not to get anymore.

- As it happens, I like
artichokes very much indeed.

- Very well.

Rose, tell Mrs. Fellowes
only to get artichokes

when I'm away for the weekend
and Mr. Kirbridge is here.

- Yes, madam.

- What kind of circle?

- Writers, poets, painters.

Either you're in the
circle or you're not.

-[Elizabeth] And what do
the Annisters actually do?

- They don't do anything!

They are!

They're patrons of the arts.

- Good.

Perhaps they'll give
you some money.

-[Lawrence] Do you know you
sound exactly like your mother?

- I think I'll go to bed.

Are you coming?

- Yes, alright.

I'll just finish this verse.

(footsteps approaching)

- Goodnight, mum.

- Goodnight.

(sighing)

- Put your foot in the air.

-[Rose] What?

- Put your foot up in the air!

- I'll do no such thing!

I clean everybody else's
shoes around here,

I might as well clean yours.

Now, there's a neat foot.

- My mother used to
say you can tell a lady

by her hands and her feet.

- She was quite right.

- Here, come on.

I can't get a proper perch.

- Watch it!

You shouldn't be doin'
this by rights,

it's not your place.

- I don't believe in
people having places.

-[Rose] Be a funny world
if they didn't.

- You ever seen a grave?

- Grave?

-[Watkins] One that's
just been dug.

Very deep and very narrow.

- Once I did.

- I think a lot of people,
soon as their born,

they put their feet together

and their hands by their sides

and there they are for
the rest of their lives,

all ready for their graves.

I don't believe in that.

- Don't you?

- No, I believe in making
the most of life for yourself

and for other people.

After all, we're all in
it together, aren't we?

- Yes, I suppose we are.

- So, we might as well enjoy it.

Well, come on, give
me the other one.

- Oh!

(door opening)

- Elizabeth?

You asleep?

(door closing)

- Oh come on, Rose!

Come and help me to
open these presents!

-[Rose] Oh, madam, I've
got my work to do!

- Well, you work for me now!

So you have to do what I want.

- Yes, eh, but you
wouldn't like it

if you doing what you want

meant the whole house got dirty.

- I'd rather be knee
deep in dirt

than open these by myself.

Go on, Rose! Go and
get the others!

There's something very
depressing about

presents which arrive
after the wedding.

It's like guests that
come on the wrong day.

They look slightly ridiculous.

You never know what on
earth to do with them!

- Yeah, well don't be long!

I've got more bedrooms to do!

And more than one trunk's
still at Eaton Place.

We're running very
short of linen.

- I'm sending Thomas for them.

- Thomas?

- He can take the train.

- Oh.

- How do you get on with him?

- Oh, better than I expected,
I must say.

- Oh come on, don't
be so stuffy, Rose.

He may be rather
a rough diamond--

- Oh, he's not a rough
diamond, madam.

- Oh?

What on earth is--

Ew!

How simply appalling.

Well, I can't put it
up anywhere here,

Lawrence would have a fit!

Who's it from, Rose?

- Mr. J. Hedringtongrass.

- Oh, he's that rather vulgar

millionaire friend of Father's.

Must be worth a fortune.

Good!

At least we can hock it.

- Do what?

- Put it up the spout.

- Madam, wherever do you learn
such strange expressions?

- Oh, I've learned a lot
while I've been away, Rose.

Doesn't it show?

After all, I'm a woman
of the world now

with grave responsibilities.

- Yeah, well, you look
cheerful enough to me!

- Oh, yes, I am very cheerful.

I've come back from my
honeymoon with stars in my eyes

and a house in Greenwich.

And a hideous alabaster vase,

which we could take to Uncle
when we run short of cash,

which we certainly shall.

- There is money in
the family, then?

- Oh, yes, her ladyship's
family's quite wealthy.

- Big house in the country.

- Southward.

I was born there.

Well, on the estate.

Oh, it's beautiful!

You should see the hot houses.

Well, they've got
nectarines, peaches, grapes,

of course it's more than your
life's worth to go inside.

- Big staff there,
I should expect?

- Oh, yes, very big.

Well, I'd say it's bigger than

this whole house put together!

Bigger even than the
servant's hall at Eaton Place.

- Eaton Place.

What's it like at Eaton Place?

- Well, it's what I'd call
friendly but dignified.

- Dignified?

- See we're all friendly
below stairs,

but we know where we are.

- You mean you have
to know your place.

-[Rose] Oh, yes.

Mr. Hudson sees to that.

- Mr. Hudson.

-[Watkins] Good afternoon.

Mr. Hudson?

- I am.

- I've come to collect
Mr. Kirbridge's trunk.

- So you're Mr. Kirbridge's
new man.

- I am.

Thomas Watkins.

- Our ladyship mentioned the
fact that you would be coming.

Come in, please.

Mrs. Bridges.

- Pleased to meet you.
- How do you do?

- And this is Edward.

- This is Ruby, my kitchen maid.

Ruby, go and finish laying the
scene in the servant's hall.

We have a party a little later.

I suppose we can't
ask you to join us?

- Oh, no, no, I have
to be going.

I have to catch the
train back to Greenwich.

Mr. Kirbridge will be wanting
to change for dinner, see.

- Oh.

Well perhaps you'd like
just a cup of tea.

- Well, that's very kind of you.

Thanks very much, Mrs. Bridges!

- I shall arrange for the
trunk to be brought down

while you're having your tea.

Come along, Edward.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

(kettle boiling)

- I don't suppose
there'd be a piece

of your walnut cake around,
Mrs. Bridges?

- My walnut cake?!

How ever did you
hear about that?

- Well, Rose just happened
to mention it, see.

- Oh!

Well I'm afraid we had
the last slice yesterday.

- Oh.

- But perhaps you'd like to
try a slice of my cherry cake?

- Oh, lovely, yeah.

- Sit down, Mr. Watkins.

- Thank you very much,
Mrs. Bridges.

- There!

So you're valeting Mr.
Kirbridge, are you?

- Yes, yes, that's right.

- But you're footman as well!

- Well, I said I'd put my hand

to anything that's
needed, you know.

- Oh, you want to watch that!

I like it best when
everybody knows their place

and what they ought to do.

When they don't, the
servants get put upon

and then everybody suffers.

- Yes, well, I don't think I'll
get put upon, Mrs. Bridges.

See, I don't mind what I do

as long as people are pleasant.

- I'm just the same.

There!

- Oh, thanks very much,
Mrs. Bridges.

- And how are Mr.
and Mrs. Kirbridge

finding things in
their new home?

Quite loveless, I dare say.

- Oh, yes, yes.

- Oh, it's a good
thing he doesn't

have to going to keep going
to that House of Commons,

like Mr. Bellamy.

- Mind, he's got a
lot of engagements.

You know, lunches and
dinners and such.

- Oh.

Can you just taste that cake
and see how you like it?

- Oh, it looks grand.

You know, that's the best
cherry cake I ever tasted.

- Oh!

Well, next time you come
you must try my walnut cake

and see which you prefer!

So, Mr. Kirbridge has to be
away from home quite a bit then?

- Most days he goes off up
to town and oh, you know,

you never know when
he'll be back.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Well
of course Mr. Kirbridge

isn't used to living
in a household yet.

- La Vie Bohème, eh?

- Oh, no I didn't mean
anything wrong.

- No, no of course not!

-[Mrs. Bridges] A bachelor
gets so accustomed

to going and coming
as he pleases

and having meals at all hours

and sitting up half the night.

- Does that alright.

- Does what?!

- Well, I suppose it's
within being a boy, you know?

He's got into the habit of
working by himself late at
night.

- By himself?

Late at night?

Oh, well.

They'll soon be setting
up their nurseries,

I wouldn't wonder.

- Cab's here, Mr. Watkins.

(humming)

- What a row!

(humming)

I suppose she'll be going about

with flowers in her hair next.

- Hmm?

- What's the matter with her?!

- Could it be that the
desires of Rose,

the virginal nymph,

are aroused by the dark
masculinity of the Welsh bull?

- I find that remark
cheap and disgusting.

- I better go and see if
Thomas is packing my things.

(door closing)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(sighing)

(clearing throat)

Do you like being a valet?

- I have no objection to it.

- I happen to have thought
it'd be rather dead end job.

- I wouldn't say that, sir.

- Not many valets become
prime ministers.

- Not many poets do either.

Did you want to take
this tie with you, sir?

-[Lawrence] Yes, it goes
with those socks.

- Ah, it should've been
cleaned, really.

No mind, I'll give
it a press later.

Yes, sir, every job's
got scope in it, sir.

If you look for it.

- And what scope can you
find in being a valet, hm?

- Well, let's see, sir,

you might become famous

and travel all over the world
reading your poetry, see.

Well, naturally I'd
come with you.

And I might meet one of
those rich American ladies,

there's lots of them about,
widows and such like.

And then marry her, see?

Or maybe we'd go
to South Africa!

And I'd be playing cards
with a man who couldn't play

but he'd give me a
worthless scrap of paper

that would turn out to
be a diamond mine.

So there you are,
millionaire again.

Oh, there's always scope
somewhere, sir.

- Meanwhile, you press my ties.

- Ah.

Well, sir, you have
to do a good job

on whatever you're
doing at the moment, eh?

I mean, you have to do that.

Otherwise you can't take
advantage of the scope

when you find it, see?

Do you ever wear these, sir?

- Yes, of course I do, why?

- Well, they are a bit like

a coster's night
out, ain't they?

- They are my walking socks!

Since we shall be going
for long walks

all over the downs,

I shall certainly
be needing them.

- Very good, sir.

- I wish you weren't going.

- Oh, I'm sure it'll
be dreadfully dull,

you'll be much happier here.

- Not without you.

Lawrence!

While you're away,

will you think about us?

- Of course I will.

- I do love you!

- Well, I love you, too.

- No, don't say it like that.

- How should I say it?

- You make it sound so easy.

It's not easy at all.

- I must go and change.

I'll miss my train!

(laughing)

- Thomas, do you ever
go down the mines?

- No.

No, dad said I was
too bright for that

so he sent me to school.

But then he died.

Mom needed the money coming in,

so I went to work
in a bicycle shop.

-[Rose] What did you do?

- Mended punctures, mostly.

Mending punctures
to cleaning boots.

I haven't progressed
very far, have I?

- Yes, you have!

See, you only clean
boots now to oblige.

(distant laughing)

- You know, sitting here
with you mending my coat,

we're like an old
married couple, ain't we?

- Not quite.

Thomas, your last job

can't have been very good

or they wouldn't have let
you wear your coat like this!

- Well, I suppose they
didn't notice.

- Yeah, well, that'll have to do

until the master gets
you a new one.

- You know, I think you must be

the nicest, kindest, prettiest
girl in the whole world.

- Oh, you're just sayin' that.

- Am I?

Try me.

Come on!

-[Rose] What?

- Come on, Rose!

(laughing)

- No, Thomas, no.

It wouldn't be right.

You love me, that's
right enough, isn't it?

- Well, maybe but if
it doesn't feel right,

then it isn't right.

- You're a funny
girl, aren't you?

Yes, I know what
I'll do with you.

I'll make a bargain.

I close my eyes, blind one buff,

chase you around the kitchen,

if I catch you,

you gotta give me a
proper kiss, right?

(laughing)

- I don't accept!

- You have to accept!

One!

Two!
- Thomas I don't!

- Three!
- That's not fair!

- Right, I'm after you now.

(laughing)

Then give us a clue
as to where you are.

No, I can hear you, you see.
- You're cheating.

- I'm not cheating!

(chattering)

I can't hear you at all Rose!

Oh, there you are!

Got you, I got you!

-[Elizabeth] How dare you?!

How dare you behave like that?

I won't have it in my
kitchen, I won't!

You can take a week's notice!

Both of you.

(sobbing)

(footsteps retreating)

(door slamming)

- When would you like
me to leave, madam?

- Oh, Rosie.

Rosie.

(sobbing)

- Oh, Miss Lizzie.

(Elizabeth crying heavily)

Let me make you some hot milk.

(upbeat music)