All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S02E02 Pair of Exciles WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(pleasant stately music)

- Goodness, it's coming down.

Hail, too.

-[Marjorie] Is it?

- Well, good thing, really.

Finish off the heat wave,
wash down the streets, huh?

Have some sherry.

Something the matter?

- Yes, it's this letter.
- What letter?

- It's from Poirier's,
the jewelers, about James.

- Yes.

I wish too draw your
ladyship's attention

to an outstanding account.

(mumbles)

Resulting to the advice
of our solicitors?

Well, in other words, the
stupid boy owes them money

and won't pay.

- Can't pay.

He wouldn't owe money to
a jeweler's intentionally.

He's not like that.

- And how much is the bill?

Eighty-six pounds?

Well, why in God's name
doesn't he come and see us?

If he's in debt, he should
have the pluck to say so.

He hasn't been near us for
three or four weeks now.

- Well, he's not stationed
in London any longer.

- But there are perfectly
good trains

to Paddington from Windsor.

No excuse, he's avoiding us.

- Probably because he doesn't
want to cause us worry.

- Marjorie, dearest, I
know how fond you are

of your own son, as
every mother should be.

But must you always make
excuses for him?

- He's in bad company,
you know, I'm sure of it.

Some of these young officers
gamble more than they

can afford to lose.

I'm so afraid he's trying
to keep up with them.

- Well if he is,
he's a damn fool.

He knows most of these young
men have their own fortunes.

But that has nothing to do
with this jeweler's bill.

There's only one explanation
for that.

- A woman?

- An extravagant
woman, Marjorie.

- Do you really think so?

- I have no doubt of it.

James has fallen into the
clutches of some greedy,

unprincipled female who will
take him for every penny

she can get out of him.

- There you are, Jimmy.

I'm afraid that's
all I can manage

'till I get me salary
at the end of the week.

- Thank god for you, Sarah.

- Ooh, please don't mention
it, I'm sure.

Will you be along?

- About five minutes.

I'll pay it back, I promise,

just as soon as I get the
right price for the brooch.

- What brooch?

- The one I got from
Poirier's in Brown Street.

Mother goes to them.

It should fetch a hundred
pounds, more or less.

- You're not gonna pop
something you haven't paid for?

- I've got to raise money
somehow, Sarah.

- Oh, but that's not honest.

- I can't help that.

Gambling debts to a brother
officer must be paid.

- Oh, you are in a mess,
ain't ya, poor old love?

I wish I could help.

- Oh you have.

How'd the show go?

- Oh, lovely.

I got three encores.

And a gent in a box
with a monacle

threw me a bunch of roses down.

They were supposed
to land at me feet,

but he's a bit long
in the tooth,

so they knocked me on the
head and nipped me hat off.

Didn't half get a
big laugh, though.

He come 'round afterwards
and he invited me,

well, he left his card.

- I wish I could take you to
Romano's to supper tonight.

- Aw, don't worry.

I bought some kippers
and we've still got

a bit of beer left, so we'll
sup chez moi tonight, eh?

Oh, cheer up, love.

You're not dead 'till
you're buried.

Shall we get me hat off?

- And then?

- And then

who knows what devilish
goings on may take place

at number 13, Duck
Street, Detford,

where Lord James Bellamy is
keeping a secret assignation

with the woman of his
dreams, Eurves Lois,

curled up on her leopard-skin
couch,

panting,

voluptuous, and dangerous.

- Ah, you've been reading
Eleanor Glinn.

- Plying the young nobleman
with drink,

the better to inflame
his passions.

- That's hardly necessary.

- The woman--
- Her name?

- Ertans, she's French, you see.

- Ertans, oh god no.

- You're interrupting.
- Forgive me.

- Well, I'll have to, won't I?

Anyway, this French viscountess,

who is in relative,
a Hungarian trollop

from a Russian brothel,
leaves the pale young lord

to slake his thirst while she,

clad only in dia
finesse chiffon,

drifts away wontonly
to her kitchen

and prepares for his
lordship a sumptuous feast,

fried kippers and wallop.

- I'm not hungry for supper.

Give me a kiss.

- Not so rough, Jimmy, it's hot.

Oh, kippers.

Pour us a drink, will ya love?

I'm dying of thirst.

Chuff these now, eh?

- Yeah, and I'll pop
'round the furs

and get some more booze.

- Yeah, we'll get sloshed.
Drown our sorrows.

- In beer?
- Gin.

Which I will permit you
to sip from my slipper.

(laughs)

- I see Lady Pendlebury's
daughter's

made a good marriage.

- How can you judge whether
a marriage is good or not,

Mrs. Bridges, on the
very day it's reported

in the newspaper?

Surely time, alone, will tell.

- You know what I mean.

You remember Lady Pendlebury.

She came here to dine
once or twice last season.

She was lady in waiting
to the queen,

as Princess of Wales.

Thin, angular person.
Very sallow skin.

- Indeed I remember Lady
Pendlebury, Mrs. Bridges.

She had a regrettable habit
of throwing her head back

when she laughed.

Edward nearly had the potatoes
knocked out of his hand

when he was serving
them at luncheon,

as the result of an amusing
if somewhat malicious

anecdote told to her by
Lord Charles Beresford.

(clock chimes)

Time our visitor was here.

- Visitor at this hour?

It's half past 10.

- Someone is coming
to discuss a matter

of great importance,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh?

Who?

- Colonel Winter.

- Who?

- Colonel Winter, Captain
James' colonel.

I thought the master
seemed a wee bit--

(doorbell rings)

There, that'll be
the colonel now.

- Seemed a wee bit what?

- Apprehensive, Mrs. Bridges.

- Richard, I intend
to stay and hear

what the colonel has to say.

It's as much my concern
as yours.

- This is not your
affair, Marjorie.

Women should not involve
themselves in these matters.

- I'm going to stay and
hear what Colonel Winter

has to say, and that's that.

- You are being very stubborn.

- Colonel Winter, my lady.

- I say, I'm awfully
sorry to propose myself

at this late hour.

- No, no, no.

- Good evening, Bellamy.
Lady Margo.

-[Marjorie] This is
a nice surprise.

- I did want a word with
you as soon as possible.

It really is rather important.

- Yes, yes of course.
A whiskey and soda?

- Thank you.
- Do sit down.

- Thank you so much.

I say, it's still
dreadfully sticky, isn't it?

In spite of the storm.

- Yes, it doesn't seem to
have cleared the air at all.

- Well, I won't detain
you for long.

I've got to get down
to Windsor tonight.

HM's got the king and queen
of Spain coming next week.

That means a sovereign's escort

and I've got 15 horses coughing.

Thank you so much.

And on top of that,

my regimental corporal
major's got boils.

However, no doubt
we shall survive.

- Yes.

Would you like to see
me privately, colonel?

I'm sure my wife will excuse us.

- No, no, no.

I would prefer to speak
with you both,

if you don't mind,
Lady Marjorie.

- On the contrary.

- As you can probably guess,
it's about your son and heir.

- Yes, we thought it might be.

- Well, not to mince matters.

We're awfully worried about him.

As you know, we think
very highly of James.

He's very popular
in the regiment.

All the same, I've been
getting awful bad reports

about him lately
from the agitant.

- Well, we've seen
very little of him

since the regiment
moved to Windsor,

isn't that so, my darling?

- Yes, we were beginning to
wonder how he was getting on.

-[Richard] Another drink?

- No, thank you. I
won't have anymore.

- Colonel, what about
these reports?

- Well, he's been
drinking a good deal more

than is good for him.

Returning to barracks at all
hours of the day or night.

Very often the worse for wear.

And that's only part of it.

Not to put too fine a point
upon it, it seems that he's in,

well, considerable financial
difficulties.

- I see.

Well, I'm very sorry
to hear that.

- In fact, I've had a
confidential report

from his squadron leader
that he's been done

by tradesmen.

Now, once they start,
they are the very devil.

One fellow even came
down to Windsor last week

to serve a writ on him.

But I am sorry to bring
you such rotten news.

- No, no, no, not a bit.

I'm very glad you did.

His mother and I had no idea.

- No, of course not.

Now look, I don't want any
of this to go any higher,

unless it's absolutely
necessary.

I've had him up before
me and given him

a hell of a dressing down.

He's got three weeks
orderly officer,

which means that he's
virtually confined to barracks.

All the same, I thought
a quiet word from you,

before it's too late,
might help to stop the rot.

Well, that's all I
had to say, really.

I won't keep you any longer.

- It seems to me you've been
more than patient with him,

and we're very grateful
for that.

- Well, I like the
boy. We all do.

- We'll write to him
at once and insist on

his coming here to see us.

If he could have special
leave for that.

- Oh, yes of course.

My object in coming here
tonight was to try and contain

the matter within the
family as long as possible.

I mean, we don't want a
thing like this to get about,

do we?

- Thank you for calling.

I assure you, I shall
deal with the matter.

- Thank you very much.

Lady Marjorie.
- Good night, Colonel.

- I enjoyed your sniping.

- Oh, did you?

I rather enjoyed that, myself.

(door closes)

(indistinct singing)

* And her only four foot two

* Well, they ain't been married

* But a month or more

* When underneath the bungo shim

* Oh, isn't it a pity

* That the likes of her

(knocking)
- Shh!

Who's that?

- The woman upstairs.

* Should put upon
the likes of him

* It's a great big shame

* And the tree belongs to me

* I'd let her know who's who

* Naggin' on her fella

* When he's six foot four

* And her only four foot two

* Ole

* Oh, they ain't getting married

* In a month or

* But underneath the bongo shim

(plate breaks)

- Oh! You're drunk.

* Oh, isn't it a pity

* That the likes of her

(knocking)

- Shut up, you old cow!

* Should put upon
the likes of him

- Hey!

See and say, I say.

Natives got no nose.

- How does he smell?

- Terrible.

As, I,

* Walk along the the bottom

* With an independent air

* You can hear the rows declare

* He must be a millionaire

(mumbles)

* The man who robbed the bank

* At Monte Carlo

- Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah, are you all right?

You've worked yourself
unconscious.

(knocking)

Shut up!

Sarah, you all right?

You gave me a hell of a fright.

- Don't half feel funny.

- Here.

Do you feel all right?

- Is the gin all right?

- It's a hell of a gin. Here.

See if you can get up, eh?

Put your feet on the bed.

I'll get a sponge and--

- No, listen to me. I'm
all right, really.

- I'm afraid you'll have a
nasty bruise in the morning.

- I'm all right.

Just come and sit beside
me a minute, will ya?

- How's your head?

- My head's fine.

I fainted.

I come over all dizzy
and the room went black.

- It was the heat
and that gin, huh?

- Jimmy.

- Yeah.

- If I tell you something,

will you promise
not to be cross?

- Yeah, I promise.

- We're up the creek, Jim.

'Cause, well, there's a
little captain on the way.

- What?

- A little James Bellamy.

Inside me.

Growing all the time and,

well I won't be able to
work much longer, Jim,

so what are we gonna
do for money?

- Oh, god!

- Don't be angry, Jimmy.

'Cause it's your little
baby that's on the way,

yours and mine.

There's been no one else,
Jimmy, on my word of honor.

So don't you be angry.

I couldn't bear it
if you was angry.

- Oh, Sarah.

Oh, god.

- What, you'll finish
that gin, eh?

Mother's ruin.

- Well, I suggest we
start our tea without her.

What do you say, Mrs. Bridges?

- What's the time,
then, Mr. Hudson?

- It's gone five.

- Oh, very well.

Ruby, fetch the pot.

- Which pot, Mrs. Bridges?

- Oh, my goodness,
the tea pot, girl.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- That girl is soft in the head.

- Well, perhaps she's
missed her train.

- Who?

Ruby?

- Rose.

- It's not like Rose
to miss a train.

- No, no, Rose was always
a very conscientious

and reliable member of
the staff, Edward.

(bell rings)

Oh dear, that'll be her now.

- Ruby?

- Go let her in.
- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- That means, go
to the back door,

open it so she can get in.

Do you understand?
- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

-[Mrs. Bridges] May as
well keep the pot warm

'till she's got herself
sat down.

- I don't know, such a fuss.

Anyone would think we was
expectin' the queen to tea,

and it's only Rose,
as worked here.

- Rose is a visiting
servant now, Edward.

She's entitled to be
treated accordingly.

And it is incorrect to
say Rose, as worked here.

The phrase is Rose,
who worked here.

You really must try to
improve your grammar, Edward.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Sorry I'm late.

- Oh, Rose.

- Afternoon Mr. Hudson.

Hello, Mrs. Bridges.

Edward.

- Come and sit here beside me.

- Thank you.

- You know Ruby, our
new kitchen maid.

- Hello.

- There you are,
it is the queen.

- What?

- Oh, Ruby, sit down.

Try not to make yourself
look more foolish

than you do already.

- Yes, and no Mrs. Bridges.

- We was just about
to start our tea,

in case you wasn't coming.

- Aye, it's quite a way
from Greenwich, eh Rose?

- Oh, it wasn't the train
journey, Mr. Hudson.

It was trying to get an
omnibus from Charring Cross,

all crowded they was with people
going home from their work.

Anyhow, I'm here now.

- You like yours strong,
don't you Rose?

Just one spoonful of sugar.

- That's right, Mrs.
Bridges, thank you.

Well, how's everything
at good, old 165?

- Oh, much the same as
when you was here last.

Mind, they're missing
Miss Lizzie upstairs.

I think.

What do you say, Mr. Hudson?

- Aye, for all their
differences,

the master and her
ladyship, well, let's say

the house does seem a wee
bit quieter without her.

- And Captain James?

- Oh, he hasn't been
here for some time, Rose.

- Oh?

- No, not since he popped
into tea about a month ago

and their angry words
about his allowance.

His father--

- Edward. That'll do.

- And how's Miss Robert?

- It's her day off, Tuesdays.

- Oh, by the way, there's
a letter for you, Rose.

- Letter? For me?

- Yeah, it came the day
before yesterday.

- I was going to forward it on
to Mrs. Kirbridge's address,

but since you were
coming here today--

- I wonder who'd write
me a letter?

- Edward, fetch the
letter for Rose.

It's on the mantlepiece
in my pantry.

- With pleasure, Mr. Hudson.

- What was the postmark?

- Oh, I didn't notice.

- But you said it was
from Detford, Mr. Hudson.

- Did I, Ruby? I don't recall.

- Mr. Hudson, when
we was all sat down

and having our breakfast.

- Ever such funny writing
on the envelope.

More like a child's.

- The post, Miss Buck.

- You haven't changed,
have you Edward?

Still cheeky.

Don't laugh at me.

I can't think who would
be writing to me.

I don't know no one in Detford.

I don't really know
anyone in London.

If it was from Southwold,
it'd be different.

Well.

You'll never guess
who it's from.

- Oh, come on then, tell us.

- Sarah.

-[All] Sarah?

- That girl.

- How dare she communicate
after pushing her way

into Mrs. Kirbridge's
wedding uninvited.

- Oh, that's not quite
true, Mr. Hudson.

See, she met Captain
James at some musical.

He told her the day
of the wedding,

and she came just to be with us.

Old times' sake.

- You always did have
a soft spot for that

saucy little baggage.

- Well, there was a
lot of good in her.

- Ha, there was a lot of
booze in her, as well,

after the wedding.

Don't you remember?

It was me and Nellie
trying to get her

into a handsome cab
at the back door.

Her hat was all over her
head and she had the hiccups.

- Anyway, she's all right
now, being an actress and all.

-[Mrs. Bridges] What
did she say?

- "Dear Rosie," she
always called me Rosie.

"Hoping you are in
the pink. I am.

"Just finished a, oh an
engagement at the Detford Empire

"and I'm resting.

"Why not come and see me?

"We could talk about old times
at good, old Eaton Place.

"I often think of our
attic and the larks we had.

"Can you come here
on your day off

"and visit your old
mate, Sarah?"

She don't change.

- Will you go?

- I might.

Then again, I might not.

Oh, that looks lovely.

Here, you should see
the cook at our place,

Mrs. Fellows.

She's got ever such
a long, pale face.

Quite lugubrious, really.

Never says a word except to
complain about her blessed leg.

Thomas says he thinks
she's a witch.

She keeps her broomstick
stuck up her skirt.

(laughing)

Oh, Thomas is a laugh.

He's a real card.

What did you think of him?

- Ooh, he seemed a
nice enough fellow,

that time he come here
to collect the luggage.

- He's our valet.

- Mr. Kirbridge's
valet, no doubt.

- That's right.

- Who also, I understand,
carries the coal,

cleans the boots,
lights the fires,

as well as stoking the boiler.

- That's right.

- Be thankful of your
position here, Edward,

and the privilege of working
for a larger household.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, come on, Rose.
Tell us some more.

(knocking)

- Who is it?

- The landlady said to come up.

It's me, Sarah.

- Rose.

Oh, Rosie!

Oh, you.

- I got your letter.

It was waiting for
me at Eaton Place.

I've just been there
for tea with the others,

and on me way home, it's just
a short tram rider from here.

- What, to Miss Lizzie's?
It's Greenwich, isn't it?

- That's right.
- Sit down.

- Here, how did you know?

- James told me.

- Oh, you're seeing him again.

- James? Oh, he's popped
in to see me

at the Empire a couple of times.

Well, how are they all then, eh?

Mrs. Bridges still
there? Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, they're fine. How are you?

- Oh.

- You look a bit pale.

- Am I?

- When is your next
engagement, then?

- Don't know. Might not be one.

- Oh, but you said you
was in great demand.

- Oh, I am, only,

well.

- Well, what?

- Can I trust you to
keep a secret, Rose?

- Oh, I should think
so after all this time.

Well, come on, girl.
Out with it.

- I'm gonna have a baby, Rose,

in the new year.

- You are?

- I wanted you to be
the first to know.

- I didn't know you was married.

Why didn't you say
so in the letter?

- I'm not married, Rose.

It's,

well, it's a mistake.

- Who?

- Who what?

- Who's the father?

- Look, Rose, I didn't
want to tell anyone,

but I've gotta tell you.

It's Jimmy.

- Jimmy who?

- Bellamy, of course.

- Captain James?

Here, you telling me the truth?

- Rose, cross my heart
and hope to die.

You can ask him next
time you see him.

He won't deny it.

We've been going out
regular ever since

Miss Lizzie's wedding.

He took me to Paris, Rose.

For a whole week, we stayed
in the most posh hotel

in the town and went
dining every night.

Champagne at Maxine's.

And then we used to go
on to other places

like the Folies Begere
and then--

- Then what?

- Well, then he started
gambling a lot, Jimmy.

They all do it in
his regiment, but

he started to lose more
and more money.

Oh, Rose.

Oh, Rosie.

I'm in such a mess.

What'll I do? Get rid of it?

- Get rid of it?

- Help me, Rose.

Tell me what to do.

- What to do?

It's what he's got
to do, more like.

Marry you, of course,
and keep you.

- Well, he has offered,
of course, but

he's got no money, Rose.

He's skint.

He's in trouble with
his regiment

and he hasn't seen the
family for weeks.

- They know about
the baby coming?

- No!

He'd never tell his father.
He'd kill him.

- Seems to me they'll have
to know, for your sake.

Otherwise, well, what'll
happen to you?

I have a good mind to--

- No, Rose.

Now, listen Rose,
you tell nobody.

You promise.

- Then he'll have to come clean.

Bloody well have to.

Officer and a gentleman,
isn't he?

He'll have to see you straight,

and if he ain't got no money,

he'll have to get some from
the master and her ladyship.

So they'll have to know,
whatever happens, Sarah.

They'll have to.

- Perhaps you're right, Rose.

I mean, I'm gonna get
blamed, not him.

They'll think that
I chased after him.

But I didn't, Rose, honest.

- When are you gonna
see Captain James again?

- Tomorrow night, if
he can sneak out.

He does sometimes, you know,

just to see if I'm all right.

- Well, you must make him go
home and see her ladyship.

And if he won't, threaten him
that you'll spill the beans.

- I'm not gonna do that, Rose.

He's been ever so good to me.

- Oh, it looks it,
landing you in this muck.

- I'm fond of him, Rose,
for all his faults.

He's nice, Jimmy, he's

nice.

I love him, Rose.

- Oh, Sarah.

You're hopeless case.

That's what you are.

Hopeless case.

-[Marjorie] And these debts,
James, how much do you owe?

- Apart from a bill for 86
pounds owing to Poirier's

which has been presented to
your mother for settlement.

- I'm sorry about that.

It should not have been
sent to mother.

- How else is the wretched
man to get his money? Eh?

Well?

- Well if you want the truth.

-[Marjorie] We do, James.

- Very well.

I have an overdraft at
the bank of 372 pounds,

up 'till yesterday.

My debt to tradesmen add
up to something like 550.

My personal debt to friends--

- Gambling debts?
- Yes.

Three or four hundred pounds.

I'm afraid I'm in
a dreadful mess.

- Yes.

Yes, you are.

Well, why didn't you
come and see us?

You know we'd have helped.

- Yes, I know.

But I'm supposed to
be independent.

You give me a very
decent allowance

and I've got my pay.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

- There's something
else, isn't there?

- No, not really, no.

- You're not ill, are you?

- No, it's not that.

- You can tell us.

It's a woman, isn't it?

- Well yes, in a way.

You see, that's really what I
wanted to talk to you about.

It's all connected with
something else.

A rather delicate,
personal matter.

- Delicate? How do you mean?

- Well you see, this girl,
of whom I'm very fond,

is going to have a baby.

- James.

- Who is she?

- If it's some cheap
woman of the town,

I don't want to know
her name or any details.

- No, it's someone,
someone you know, mother.

- You mean the daughter
of friends of ours?

- No, she used to work here
as underhouse parlormaid.

Funny little creature.

You used to say she amused you.

- Sarah.

-[James] Yes.

- Oh my god.

- Sarah?

- She's an actress now.

Or, was.

She can't go on with it
now, you see, because

she is expecting this baby,
of which I am the father.

- Luncheon is served, my lady.

- Well, we'd better go in.

- That's the dining room done

and the silver away, Mr. Hudson.

Anything else?

- From your tone, I fear
that you're asking me

for the afternoon off, Edward.

- Well, I've stopped in the
last two Saturdays, and er--

- And you're meeting a
friend in Kensington Gardens.

- Well, yes. Well, we're
gonna listen to the bands.

They won't cost me no money.

- Ah, it's when the
band stops playing

and the gates close at
dusk, that's when it begins

to cost a young man
money, Edward,

so choose your companion wisely.

Off you go now.

- Thanks, Mr. Hudson.

By the way, Mr. Hudson,
I noticed at lunch,

while I was handing
Captain James the potatoes,

he said to his ladyship,

"I tried to really save
money, mother."

Well, according to that
book on grammar you give me,

that's a split infinitive,
isn't it?

I mean, surely for
an old Etonian,

he's not very well educated.

I thought they were
supposed to talk proper.

- You're quite correct
in seeing that Mr. James

split an infinitive over
luncheon, Edward.

I noticed it, myself.

But don't speak too
lightly of the old Etonians

or underestimate
their importance.

Apart from providing this
country with a number

of prime ministers and
colonial governors,

we must never forget that
they won the FA Cup in 1879.

Get away with you now.

- Thanks, Mr. Hudson.

Oh, sorry Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, Edward.

What's Edward grinning
all over his face for?

- Oh, I've let him have the
afternoon off, Mrs. Bridges.

Going to hear the band
play in Kensington Gardens.

A wee bit of Elgar and
some Gilbert and Sullivan

might improve his mind.

Anyway, there'll be no
more visitors today.

- That young captain upstairs?

-[Hudson] He is.

- Saucy as ever, I suppose.

I notice he didn't come
down and see me after lunch,

not like he used to.

- There's trouble, Mrs. Bridges.

A very strained atmosphere.
I don't like the smell of it.

- What? You mean a row?

- Over money again.

If you ask me, that young
shaver's got himself into debt.

Come here for a loan
from his father.

- Oh, saucy muck.

So that's what he's
come here for.

Well, it's in the blood.

There was his great uncle
Bertie, you remember.

Old Lady Southwold's
youngest brother.

Him that lost all his
money in Monte Carlo

and died of the shingles
in Bordighera.

-[Richard] We shall have to
consult Sir Geoffrey Dillon

and discover what yours
and our legal position is

and what our liabilities
add up to.

There are questions of
the child's upbringing,

its education.

- James, how could
you do this to us?

- Too late for tears
now, Marjorie.

James has involved us
and it may well become

a major scandal.

For the sake of the
family, Marjorie,

and I include your
mother and father

and all the Southwold relations,

this matter has got
to be suppressed.

However, as long as I have
anything to do with it,

the affair will not be
hushed up at the expense

of ordinary human justice
and decency.

There are obligations to be
met and Dillon will best see

how to meet them fairly
and with honor.

And let's hope to God he can
find a way out of this mess.

Well, James, you better find
your way back to Windsor.

Tell Hudson so he can get a cab.

- Yes, father.

I'm very sorry, mama.

- I'm glad you told us
the truth, my darling.

* Two little maids
from school are we

* La, la, la, la

- Shh.

- Oh, beg your pardon,
Mrs. Bridges.

Sorry I woke you, Mr. Hudson.

- I was not asleep, Edward.
Merely dozing.

Well?

- It was the band
of the lifeguards.

- Oh, Captain James' regiment.

- That's right, Mrs. Bridges.

There he was, up
on the bandstand,

playing away at his French horn.

- Don't be insolent, Edward.

(bell rings)

- Oh, it's the morning room.

- Her ladyship wanting tea.

- Well, the tray's
already in set.

Shall I take it up Mr. Hudson?

- No, no, I'll see
to it, Edward.

You go up to the dressing rooms,

start brushing the master's
flock coat.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Ooh!

- Edward.
- Sorry, Mrs. Bridges.

- Ruby.

I'm ashamed of you.

- Thank you, Hudson.

- My lady.

- Hudson, I wanted to
ask you something.

- Yes, my lady?

- You remember Sarah, the--

- The underhouse parlormaid,
my lady?

- Yes.

I was wondering if
any of the servants

had heard of her since
Miss Elizabeth's wedding.

- Strange you should
mention her, my lady.

- Oh, why?

- Rose was here for
tea downstairs

just the other day, my lady,

and she found a letter
waiting for her from Sarah.

Apparently, Rose is now in
correspondence with the girl.

- Really?

- What else did she ask?

- Nothing else, Mrs.
Bridges. Just about Sarah.

Whether she had any
relatives living.

I just don't understand it.

- I don't like the sound of it.

It's my belief that
girl's going 'round London

making out she's something
she's not.

Lying her way in anywhere
she went.

I wouldn't put it past
her to go for a position

saying she's a member
of the Southwold family.

She can talk like a
lady when she likes,

dress up in fancy clothes.

Fool anyone, she can.

- No, no. You're going
too far, Mrs. Bridges.

It's none of our business.

- I'm not so sure.

-[Hudson] Good afternoon,
Sir Geoffrey.

- I am expected.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Bellamy and her ladyship
are in the morning room, sir,

and Captain Bellamy.

The storm seems to have
cleared up a wee bit, sir.

- Has it? I hadn't noticed.

- Sir Geoffrey Dillon, my lady.

- Sir Geoffrey.
- Richard.

I trust you haven't
been waiting for me.

- No.

- Good afternoon, Lady Marjorie.

- Good afternoon, Sir Geoffrey.

- My new coachman
has no (mumbles).

I'm relieved to find
myself in the right house.

James.

- Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

- Who was that, then,
Mr. Hudson?

- That was Sir Geoffrey
Dillon, the family solicitor.

- Oh? What's he come for?

- I have no idea, Mrs. Bridges.

You'll never better yourself
reading rubbish like this,

my lad.

If you find yourself
forced to remain a footman

for the rest of your
life, don't blame me.

Now, listen to me.

I've got something
important to say to you all,

so pay attention.

Edward, this includes you.

We've got visitors.

- Well, we know that,
Mr. Hudson.

-[Hudson] I don't mean upstairs,
Edward, I mean down here.

- Visitors, down here?

- Yes, Ruby, and what
they're here about

is absolutely no
concern of yours.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

(bell rings)

- There, that'll be them now.

Ruby, back door, if you please.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Mr. Hudson?

- It's no good asking me
any questions, Edward,

because I don't intend
answering.

- But Mr. Hudson, all
I was gonna say--

- Now, that's enough, Edward.

(door closes)

- It's us, Mr. Hudson.
All right to come in?

- Yes, of course, Rose.

Come in, Sarah.

Sit down over here.

Rose.

- Thank you.

- Sarah.

- Any chance of a cup
of tea, Mrs. Bridges?

- Ruby?

Kettle.

- Whatcha, Sarah? Everything
all right?

- They'll ring when they're
ready for you to go up.

Meanwhile, you'll both
remain in here.

- Where do you come in, Rose?

- Oh, her ladyship
asked Miss Lizzie

if she could spare
me for the day

to fetch Sarah from her
lodgings and bring her here.

That's right, isn't it, Sarah?

- Yes.

- Seeing as how we're
old friends

and I knew where she was living.

That's right, isn't it, Sarah?

- That's right.

- Not quite so chatty
as you used to be

when you was in service,
are you Sarah?

- I'm feeling a bit
dicky, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

- Rose tells us that, er,

you're on the bill at
the Detford Empire.

- Yeah, I was, only
I'm resting now.

- Oh.

- Captain James is upstairs
in the morning room.

- Is he?

- Didn't you know he was here?

- No.

It hasn't changed a bit,
has it, the old room?

- Nothing changes at 165,
Sarah. Only the staff.

(bell rings)

There, that'll be
the morning room.

- Does that mean
they want me now?

- Yes, come with me,
Sarah, up to the hall.

No, Rose, you stay down
here, have your tea.

Come along, Sarah.

- Edward, go into the scullery

and give Ruby a hand
with the teapot.

- What, me?
- Yes, you.

And close the door after.

(slams door)

Come on, Rose. What's
all this about?

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Bridges,
but I really mustn't say.

- Oh, I don't know,
all this mystery.

Secrets breed secrets and
does nothing but harm.

Is it to do with the family?

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- If it concerns the family,
Rose, it concerns me.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Now, come along, Rose.

- Do you remember the first
time I come here, Mr. Hudson?

- I remember the occasion
very clearly.

- Your face when I tried to
come in through the front door.

You said, I wasn't to
question my betters

and that you was my better
because you was older

and wiser than me, and
I was to learn humility.

Do you remember?

- Yes, a pity you
didn't learn it.

- Don't you ever have a laugh?

- On suitable occasions.

Come along, Sarah,
they're waiting for you.

- Oh, by the way, Mr. Hudson,

I prefer not to be announced
as Sarah, if you don't mind.

It's not my name.

It was forced on me
and I don't like it.

- I'll say it's Miss
Moffett, then, if you prefer.

- Well, being as how I'm
known in the musicals

as Claymonse De Lise,

I would prefer to be
announced as such.

- I am not prepared to
announce a former servant

in this house by a
fancy French name,

unless the name was given
to you at your baptism.

- I weren't baptized.

They didn't go in for
that sort of thing,

not where I come from.

- Exactly, well put
your hat straight.

Are you ready?

- Just a minute.

Lead me to the slaughter.

-[Hudson] Sarah is
here, my lady.

-[Marjorie] Ask her to
come in please, Hudson.

- Come in, Sarah.

Sit down.

- Now, Sarah, I've been
told your friendship

with Captain Bellamy, after
you left his parents' service,

and of your present condition,

resulting from that
relationship.

- Yes, sir.

- It goes without saying
that the family

accept absolutely their
responsibility.

- Thank you, sir.

I don't want to make
no trouble for no one.

I mean, it was my fault
as much as Captain James'.

It's just that with the
baby coming and everything,

I won't be able to go
on working much longer,

and I haven't got the
money to bring up the baby

as it ought to be brought
up, being like

your grandchild, my lady.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have said that.

- You have every right to
say it, Sarah, if it's true.

- Oh, it is true, sir.

Isn't it, Captain James?

- I've already said so, father.

- Yes, quite.

Now, Sarah, I want you
to pay attention

to Sir Geoffrey Dillon, who
is our family solicitor,

who has come here to
advise us in this matter.

Geoffrey, perhaps you will
tell Sarah what she has to do.

- What is your surname, Sarah?

- Moffett, sir.

- Sarah Moffett, I see.

There'll be the question
of registration

when the child is born.

- Oh, I see.

- Children born out
of lawful wedlock

are, nevertheless,
required to be registered

by the state, you understand.

- Yes, sir.

- In the mother's name.

- Yes, sir.

- Now, as to the eventual
birth of the child,

Captain Bellamy has informed
us that you were examined

by a doctor in Detford
last week who confirmed

your condition, which
we understand

to be a pregnancy of
three to four months.

Is that so?

- Yes, sir.

- Now, Sarah, arrangements
are being made

with the generous
consent of Lady Marjorie,

for you to travel down
at once to Southwold

where you'll be lodged
with a Mr. and Mrs. Clay

at their cottage on the estate.

You'll find them an
agreeable and homely couple,

Mr. Clay being head
gamekeeper to Lord Southwold

and Mrs. Clay, by good
fortune, a qualified midwife.

- Now just a minute, I haven't--

- Now, Sarah, you must
listen to Sir Geoffrey.

It is for your own good.

- You will remain in the
care of Mr. and Mrs. Clay

until such time as your
confinement is at an end

and the child is born.

Thereafter, if you wish it,

and I think you would be
well-advised to agree,

some form of light work
will be found for you

on the estate, possibly
in the laundry.

Meanwhile, arrangements
will be made

for the child's schooling
and for some eventual career.

- Now, listen, mister.

I'm not gonna be stuck
away in some rotten cottage

with two people I've never
set eyes on in me life before,

just because this--

- Sarah.

Everything possible is
being done for your welfare

and comfort.

I think you must remember that.

Sit down, Sarah.

- I think you should
realize at once

that marriage to the
father of your child

would be quite out
of the question.

I think you've been in
domestic service long enough

to understand that.

- I'm not a housemaid now.

I'm an actress. I'm
on the stage.

I'm respectable.

- I'm sorry to disillusion you,

but I'm afraid the theatrical
profession

is not generally considered
respectable.

- Oh, isn't it?

Well let me tell you something.

Plenty of actresses
have married famous men.

Piers de Roman all.

There's Rosie Boot and Denise
Ohm and lots more besides.

Some of them only in the chorus.

- Nevertheless, officers
of the household brigade

are not permitted to
marry actresses.

- Is this true?

- If Captain Bellamy were
to offer you his hand

in marriage, he'd be obliged
to resign his commission

on the night guards.

- Oh, I didn't know that.

- I'm sure you wouldn't
wish to destroy his career,

would you?

- I don't know.

Why don't you say
something, Jimmy?

I mean, I don't expect
ya to marry me, but

why don't you say something?

Say you'll come down and
visit me in Southwold,

me and the baby.

Tell me that what they're
asking me to do is right.

But say something, won't you?

- I think you would
be well-advised

to accept the arrangements
that have been made

for your well-being,
Miss Moffett.

The alternatives could
be very grim, indeed.

- When do you want me to go?

- Have you brought your
luggage with you as we asked?

- Yes, me lady.

It's in the servant's hall.
Rose is minding it for me.

- Then Hudson will
give you some money

and fetch you a cab to
Paddington Station.

- Thank you, my lady.

When am I gonna see you again?

Hey?

- Captain Bellamy has given
his parents an undertaking

neither to see you nor to
communicate with you ever again.

And I must ask for a similar
undertaking from you.

- Well.

If there's nothing
further, my lady,

I'll go downstairs and
sit with my friends

'till it's time for me to go.

- For god's sake, let me say
something to her privately.

-[Geoffrey] I wouldn't.

- I'm damned if I'll
let her leave this house

without saying goodbye.

-[Marjorie] James.

- Sarah.

Sarah.

I'll write to you.

-[Richard] Come in, James.

- Well, that seemed
perfectly satisfactory.

Now, James, we can discuss
your future.

- What is there to discuss?

- I have a letter here
from the military secretary

confirming that your
son will be seconded

to the Cind Horse with effect
from the 12th of this month.

- The Cind Horse?

But surely that's an
Indian cavalry regiment.

- Precisely.

You will sail on the Peonot
boat which leaves Tillbury

on the 12th.

That will give you time
to buy your kit.

- Have you gone out of
your mind, Sir Geoffrey?

This is quite unthinkable.

- There can be no question
of James remaining

with his regiment at Windsor,
within a radius of the court.

- What has that got
to do with it?

- If it should reach
the queen's ears--

- She's deaf.

Besides, I'd like
to know since when

this particular court has
represented moral impeccability.

- I'm sure you wouldn't
wish, in your position,

Lady Marjorie, to
insult the throne?

- That, Sir Geoffrey, is
none of your business.

I would remind you that you
are employed by my father

as his solicitor.

Your duties do not include
telling me how to behave

in my own house.

-[Richard] Marjorie, please.

- I want to know who
suggested this

incredible arrangement
in the first place.

- It was my suggestion
and readily received.

- But you said nothing
of this to me.

- My dear, I've told
you more than once

that these are matters
for men to decide.

Sir Geoffrey has briefed
us to find a way out

of a delicate and dangerous
situation.

- Exactly, so my mother
agrees to lodge the girl

at Southwold until
the baby is born

because I ask her to.

You call that a matter for men?

- We thought it better to
inform you the second part

of our plan only after
the details were settled.

The India office received
confirmation from Colonel Pitt

of the Cind Horse in
Pashawa only yesterday.

- If I might say a word
on my own behalf.

-[Richard] Yes, James.

- I agree to go to
India, willingly.

I'd rather not stay
here and listen to

a lot of bitter arguments
about Sarah and myself.

If I'm wanted, I shall
be in my room, packing.

Sir Geoffrey.

- This is the most outrageous
and underhand conspiracy

I've ever seen and I
refuse to agree to it.

- That would be most unwise.

- I will not allow my son
to be packed off to India,

banished from his country
and his regiment

just because some little
upstart of a housemaid

traps him in a weak moment.

- There is also the question
of his debts, Lady Marjorie,

to say nothing of his recent
conduct in the regiment.

You've heard his
colonel's report.

- It is not for you to
sit in judgment over that.

- On the contrary.

I must point out that
I have a clear duty

to Lord and Lady Southwold
and to the Tolbert Cary family

as a whole.

I am the family solicitor,
and I must advise them well.

After all, the family
name must be protected

at all times from scandal.

I believe James, himself,
recognizes that.

- James may recognize
it, but I do not,

and I want it made absolutely
clear, Sir Geoffrey,

that I forbid you to proceed
further with these arrangements

'till I have discussed
them with my father.

- Lady Marjorie, I
ought to point out

that it was your father
who consulted the viceroy

concerning the choice of
regiment for your son.

- My father?

- It's a happy chance that
your father and the viceroy

are such old friends.

- I assure you, it's
all for the best.

- If there's anything
further to be discussed

I shall be in my office
in the morning.

She'll take time to accept it.

- They're very close,
you know, she and James.

- Evidently.

- Perhaps we should have
told her before.

It was rather abrupt and
quite a shock for her.

I'm sorry if she was
discourteous to you.

- The lioness protecting
her young

is entitled to show her claws.

I respect that, Richard.

India may well be the
making of your son.

- I hope so.

Well, thank you for
all you've done.

It can't have been easy.

- My dear boy, that's
precisely why

we solicitors charge
exhorbitant fees.

- Good night.

- I'm sorry.

- It had to be done.
- Yes.

- Won't do James any harm
to get away for a time

from London and Windsor.

See a bit of the world.
- Yes.

You know, when the children
were little

I used to wonder so how
they'd be when they grew up

and now it's, oh.

- India? Are you sure, Edward?

- Of course, I'm sure.

He said India would be
the making of him,

that's what he said.

- India wasn't the making of
Lady Marjorie's uncle Bertie.

- Lady Marjorie was
crying her eyes out.

I could hear her.

- It's such a long way away.

- Poor Lady Marjorie.

It's not like her to cry.

- Damn Lady Marjorie.

To hell with 'em all.

- Sarah!

Edward, go and see what
that daft girls' up to.

It doesn't take all
day to get a cab.

No, wait a minute, Edward.

Now listen to me, all of you,
and this includes you, Sarah.

Not one word of this has
to go beyond this house.

There's many a great family
been ruined by scandals

less than this one,
and remember,

you keep your mouth shut
down at Southwold, my girl.

- If anyone else says
that to me, I'll scream.

(hoofbeats clop)

- There's Ruby with a cab.

- Thank God for that.

- Bye, bye, Mrs. Bridges.

- Goodbye, Sarah, my dear, and,

good luck.

- Well, Mr. Hudson.

- Goodbye, Sarah.

- I don't know what's gonna
happen to that poor girl.

I don't really.

- Rose?

- What's the matter?

- Rose,

I'm frightened.

(upbeat stately music)