All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S03E04 A Family Secret WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(orchestral music)

(door latching)

- Oh, I'm just off.

Mr. Bellamy has a visitor.

- All right, Miss Forest.

- Is the clock correct?

- I set it by the times of St.
Peter's this morning, Miss.

- Of course.

Well, goodbye then.

- Good afternoon, Miss Forrest.

- Afternoon, Miss Forrest.

He sent her home early 'cause
of Lady Prudence being here

and I know what that means.

- Rose!

- Well, we could do worse!

- Shh!

- There's our tea.

-[Prudence] Ah, splendid.

You were saying your work

on the new book is
nearly finished.

Well, it's just as well.

You're looking very
tired, Richard.

-[Richard] I suppose I am.

- Must you take on
quite so much now

at the House of Commons?

-[Richard] Well fact is Pru,
I need all the work I can get.

Otherwise I'm inclined
to sit about the place,

feeling sorry for myself.

- Yes, I do understand.

There's nothing like plenty
to do to distract the mind.

I rather envy you.

Since Archie died and
Agatha married,

my days seem dreadfully long.

I actually look forward to
a charity committee meeting

in someone's drawing room.

- Thank you, Hudson.

- Even those worthy, charitable
ladies in their silly hats

are better than being
left on one's own.

I expect you'd like
me to pour out.

- Oh, please Pru, if
you wouldn't mind.

I'm not much of a hand
with a teapot.

(chuckling)

Thank you for coming.

- Oh my dear, you mustn't
hesitate to call on me at any
time

if there's anything I can do.

By the way, you didn't
mention in your note

what it was you wanted
to see me about.

- Oh no, I didn't.

I'm sorry.

- Well?

- It was really just
to give you this.

A few small items of jewelry

that Marjorie wanted
you to have,

including her sapphire ring.

You admired it once,
I think she told me.

There they are, take
them home with you.

With her love.

- Thank you Richard, I
shall treasure them always.

Your efficient Miss,
er, what's her name?

-[Richard] Miss Forrest?

- Forrest.

Has she found you another
house maid yet?

- Not so far.

I doubt if we shall
need one now.

Rose seems to be managing.

- Oh well, as long as
it doesn't put too much

on her shoulders.

She's such a treasure, you
don't want to risk losing her.

- They're all quite magnificent
you know.

- I'm sure they are.

- Oh, hello Aunt Pru.

Didn't tell me you were here.

- James, dear!

Just in time for a cup of tea.

- No thank you, I haven't time.

- You going out?

- Yes, I'm going for a
spin in the motorcar.

-[Prudence] Oh, whose motorcar?

- My motorcar.

I've gone splash on a
topping little sports model.

Goes up to 40 miles per hour.

Room for two in the
front, two in the dicky.

Didn't Father tell you?

- No, he didn't.

- He drives very well now.

- Oh, do mind you don't
have a collision.

- Well, I'll be very careful.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

That's to say, I shall
be dining out, Father.

I told Hudson.

- Enjoy yourself.

- Yes, well, goodbye Aunt Pru.

-[Prudence] Goodbye James, dear.

- Good night, Father.

- Good night, James.

(door closing)

-[Prudence] Well, he
seems cheerful enough.

- He's young.

- Will you dine alone?

-[Richard] I shall
go to my club.

- A nice, quiet game of bridge.

- Yes, I expect so.

- Any signs of James
marrying yet?

He's 30 now, isn't he?

- Well, it's a little early
yet, a little soon after--

- It's six months now, Richard.

Life has to go on.

-[Richard] I suppose
it has, for him.

- And for you.

- Yes.

- Now listen Richard, as
darling Marjorie's oldest

and closest friend, I'm
probably the only person

in the world who can
say this to you.

And I'm going to say it.

She would certainly want James
to marry as soon as possible,

provided, of course, he found
some nice suitable girl,

and she would want you to
remarry, sooner or later.

I know this because,
believe it or not,

she once told me so.

Oh, now don't be
shocked, Richard.

You know we women do
talk about these things.

It was in this very room
not long after Archie died

and Marjorie was being so kind,

inviting me here
to tea every day.

We were discussing
widowhood, and I told her

how Archie had said to me
once, when he was so ill,

that if he died, he hoped
that I would remarry.

And Marjorie said, oddly enough,
almost as if she had some

sort of a premonition that,

if ever anything
happened to her,

she hoped that you
would marry again.

(soft music)

- I thought the balcony
might amuse you.

Where we can look down
like the gods on Olympus

at all those pillars
of the theater

and literature down below.

- Yes!

It's fascinating.

It's busy down there.

It's like a railway station.

(chuckling)
- Yes.

-[Waiter] Excuse me,
Captain Bellamy, sir?

- Ah, Hazel.

Thank you.

- Ah.
- Thank you.

- Are you hungry?

- I always have a good appetite,

but I think the drive from
Wimbledon has increased it.

- All that fresh air, eh?

Well, it certainly brought
the color to your cheeks.

You're looking awfully
beautiful tonight, Hazel.

- I expect it's the dim light.

- No, it can't be, because
you looked just as beautiful

in Kensington Gardens
last Wednesday afternoon,

and I told you so.

- Yes, you did.

- In fact, you know, if you
stood, dressed in sackcloth,

with your hair untidy,
against a gray, brick wall

in the pouring rain, you
would still look lovelier

to my eyes than all those
Wato shepherdess pieces shown

in The Wallace collection
on Sunday.

- What nonsense.
- No, it's true.

- Do you think we should order?

-[Waiter] Wine, sir?

- Yes, well I suggest some
warming consomme julienne

after your chilly
motorcar journey?

- Sounds delicious.

- Followed by the
saddle of lamb.

It's unequaled throughout
Europe, or so they say.

- I would love it.

- And, when we go to the
Russian ballet on Thursday,

I shall take you to
supper afterwards at Roux.

- You're spoiling
me, aren't you?

- Am I?

And talking of ballet, I
must say I'm looking forward

to seeing this Russian
fellow, what's he called?

- Nijinsky.

- Nijinsky, I've heard
he jumped seven feet

through a window into
a girl's bedroom.

Like Peter Pan, but
he's not on wires.

(laughing)

Think of that, seven foot!

- Yes.

I would love the saddle
of lamb, James.

- Oh, yes.

We'll have the consomme
julienne, followed by the saddle

of lamb, and then we'll see.

(clock ticking and chiming)

(door slamming)

(footsteps clicking)

(door unlatching)

(liquid gurgling)

(footsteps clicking slowly)

(clock chiming)

(footsteps clicking)

(leather chair creaking)

- Madame?

- No, thank you.

(dishes clattering)

We mustn't stay out too late.

-[James] As always.

- My parents do worry.

And my mother will wait
up for me when I'm out.

-[James] Would she worry if
she knew you were out with me?

Your employer's son?

- They might think I was
taking advantage of my position

in your father's house.

- By forcing me to take you
out to dinner against my will?

- By allowing myself
to be taken out,

against my better judgment.

- Oh, what rubbish.

- Well, without your
father's knowledge, secretly,

and behind his back.

- And you make it all
sound so furtive.

There's no particular
reason why he should be told

of our meetings, is there?

- No, nor my parents either,
but they are becoming curious.

At least my mother is.

- In what way?

- I think she realizes I've
been seeing the same person,

often,

lately.

- Well?

- Well, she is rather
old-fashioned and conventional.

- Well, so am I.

- James, I must ask
you something.

Please don't be angry with me

and spoil such a lovely evening.

- Of course not.

Ask me what?

- You've been very kind,
and attentive,

to me, during the
last few weeks.

I think I've never
experienced so much happiness

in my whole life.

I like being with you,

but I'm an ordinary person,

with ordinary feelings.

And like my mother, I'm
rather conventional,

so I must ask you to
make clear to me

your intentions.

(soft piano music)

- Dearest Hazel, I believe
that I'm in love with you.

I only say believe because
I do so want to be sure.

I only know that whenever
I see you about the house,

or when we're out together
like this, my pulse races.

I think you're the most
beautiful girl I've ever met.

And, this is, er,

a little hard to say, but
I must try and say it.

Last April when the news
of my mother came

and everything was so black,
and awful and hopeless,

it was because you were there,
with us, with my father,

helping us, comforting us,

stopping everything from
going to pieces,

that somehow I was
able to bear it,

knowing you were there.

Someone sensible and
cheerful to talk to.

And so,

you,

you see Hazel,

I've come to look upon life

without you as being
quite appalling.

I can only offer you my life,

and my love.

Will you marry me?

Well, listen, there's
no need to say anything

if you'd rather not.

- Would you take me home?

It's just there are so many
things for me to think about.

Do you mind?

- No, if that's what you want.

- Please.

(applauding)

Isn't it a good idea to have
bare marble tables down there,

instead of cloths?

- Yes, I suppose it's to
save the laundry bill.

- I suppose it is.

(orchestral music)

The tradesmen's books
are all up to date, sir.

And the four letters you
wanted are on your desk,

ready for your signature.

- Splendid, thank you.

-[Hazel] Mr. Bellamy, I think
the time has come for me

to be released from
my duties here.

- Miss Forrest!

-[Hazel] I've no wish
to abandon my post

if I'm still needed but I
do have personal reasons

for wishing not to
continue as your secretary.

- Personal reasons?

- I'd rather not go into
them, if you don't mind.

Just to say that I would
like to leave.

- I see.

Well of course I can't
force you to stay here

against your will.

You have been the greatest
possible help

over the past six months,

to me and my son.

Indeed to all of us.

Frankly, I don't know what we
should have done without you.

- Thank you, Mr. Bellamy.

- You've quite made
up your mind to go?

- I'm afraid I must.

It will be best.

- I see.

Well, shall we say
from Friday next?

- I would be very grateful
if I might leave next Friday.

Good night, Mr. Bellamy.

(footsteps clicking)

- Good afternoon, Miss Forrest.

- Goodbye, Hudson.

(door closing)

- The evening paper, sir.

- Thank you.

Oh, Hudson.
- Sir?

- Miss Forrest will not
be coming to the house

after next Friday.

- Very good, sir.

-[Richard] She has asked
to be released

from her duties in the house.

- I see, sir.

- I must confess, I wished
she might have stayed with us

a little longer.

- Yes sir.

- Oh, Hudson.
- Sir?

- Has anyone, to your
knowledge, upset Miss Forrest?

Anyone in the household?

Any of the servants?

- Not to my knowledge, sir.

Indeed, the staff have
lately become quite attached

to the young lady.

She appears to be
dispatching her duties of,

if I may so call it, a
housekeeper, sir, most
competently.

There have been no complaints
from the staff to date, sir.

- Well, we shall have to
find a replacement for her.

We shall have to advertise
for one.

- Begging your pardon, sir,

but I think the staff
could manage now.

It would not seem necessary
to engage another person

after Miss Forrest, sir.

-[Richard] Oh?

Well, if you're quite sure.

- Quite sure, sir.

-[Richard] Thank you Hudson.

- Sir.

(paper shuffling)

(door closing)

- It's Captain James, who else?

He can't keep his hands
off any woman, he can't.

- You'd think he'd
have more respect.

With her Ladyship not having
long gone to her rest,

poor soul.

- Let us not jump to
conclusions, if you please.

If Captain James had been
forcing his attentions

on Miss Forrest, she would
certainly have complained

about it to the Master.

- Oh, it doesn't follow,
Mr. Hudson.

I mean, if there has been any
hanky panky between the pair

of them, she'd be too
ashamed to mention it.

Best leave and say
nothing about it.

I would.

- Hmm, she might have
been encouraging him.

You know, leading him on.

And got more than what
she asked for.

- Mrs. Bridges, please!

- No, Mr. Hudson!

I believe in calling
a spade a spade!

We're all grown up down here.

Well, all except Ruby.

She's too young and too
stupid to understand.

- Look, I will not have this
kind of talk below stairs.

Is that understood, Rose?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Whatever we may think
of Miss Forrest,

she comes of reliable,
God-fearing, middle-class stock.

And I personally would not
question her respectability.

- Oh, then why is she leaving
all of a sudden, then?

-[Mrs. Bridges] That's
what I want to know.

- Has it never occurred
to any of you

that the young woman may
have personal family reasons

for going?

The illness of an aging
parent or relative,

a proposal of marriage, better
paid employment elsewhere!

The possibilities are legion,

and it is not for
us to speculate.

(paper shuffling)

- Ruby.

-[Ruby] Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- It's gone 10 o'clock.

What should you be doing?

- Not speculating, Mrs. Bridges.

- I'll speculate you, my girl!

You go and get our jug of
cocoa and look sharp about it!

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

(quick footsteps clicking)

- Three years that girl's
been in this house,

and every blessed time,

I have to tell her every
blessed thing.

I don't know, I'm sure.

- At least the poor
creature is willing

and honest, Mrs. Bridges.

I suppose one must be
thankful for such virtues

in service nowadays.

- If you ask me, you need
to be a bit soft in the head

to go into service these days.

There's better jobs in
workshops and factories.

- Oh indeed, Rose.

Then why are you still engaged
here, can you tell me that?

- Well, I'm beginning
to wonder, Mr. Hudson.

And her Ladyship gone,
Miss Roberts put away,

Miss Lizzie thousands of miles
away across the Atlantic,

a strange woman interfering
in my linen cupboard

and no other housemaid
to help out,

I'm beginning to feel, well ...

I just don't seem to
belong here no more!

- She's right, you know.

Things isn't what they was.

- Aren't what they was, if
you please, Mrs. Bridges.

(paper crackling)

(footsteps clicking)

-[Richard] Come in, James.

- Father, I found this note
on the hall table summoning me

to your presence.

(chuckling)
A rather formal one.

- I wanted to speak to
you as soon as you got in,

and before you went to bed.

- Oh, was it so urgent?

- Ah, it might be.

Where have you been?

-[James] To the Russian
ballet at Covent Garden, well?

- I didn't know you were
interested in ballet dancing.

- Oh, I find it extremely
artistic, Father,

and so did my companion.

Now, do you mind if we discuss
whatever it is you wanted

to see me about, so
I can get to bed?

- You're in a desperate
hurry, James.

-[James] I'm sorry Father.

- Simply wanted to tell you
that Miss Forrest has resigned.

She came to see me
this afternoon,

just before leaving the house,

to say she wished to
terminate her engagement here.

- Oh, what a pity.

- As far as you're concerned,

and I want the truth
please James,

has she been upset at
all in this house?

-[James] Upset?

By whom?

- In view of what happened

soon after Miss Forrest
arrived here, I'm bound to ask

whether it might have
anything to do with you?

- Oh, there seems little
point in concealing the truth

from you now, so I may
as well confess.

- What have you done, James?

- What have I done?

I have fallen in love
with Hazel, Father,

and I want to marry her.

That is what I have done.

- Hazel?

- Hazel Forrest, it's her name.

Perhaps you didn't know.

- God help us.

- Look Father, I realize
that it's only six months

since Mother died, but
you said yourself

that life has to go on.

- Miss Forrest is my secretary.

- Oh, what does that
matter nowadays?

And since when has a person's
class mattered to you?

- You know it never has!

Not of itself, but there
can be difficulties,

you know damn well there can be.

Look what happened when you
brought that wretched girl home

from India.

- Ah now, Phyllis was different.

-[Richard] Was she?

- Well, she was ...

I wasn't in love with
her, not really.

- You told us you were,
your mother and me.

You thought you were.

-[James] Yes, well this
time I am, for certain.

- I wonder.

Phyllis was a perfectly
pleasant, respectable girl!

But she didn't fit in,
you said so yourself.

Do you think Miss Forrest
is going to fit in?

- Fit in?
(chuckling)

She's practically running
this house already.

- That's no reason to ...

James, how can I take
you seriously?

Your record with the opposite
sex is not exactly promising.

- I'm three years older now,
Father, and much wiser, I hope.

Hazel and I have been going
out together for some time.

- Oh, have you?

Wasn't that rather deceitful
of you both?

- I insisted that we keep
our meetings a secret.

It would seem, from your
attitude, that I was justified.

- It's unthinkable,
James, for many reasons!

- Father, you are forcing
me to remind you

that I'm my own master now!

I have quite enough
money to marry on.

- Your mother's money?

I'm sorry.

Have you proposed to
Miss Forrest yet?

- Yes.

-[Richard] And has
she accepted you?

- No, no, not yet, she
wants time to think.

It's quite natural.

-[Richard] And if she does
agree to become your wife,

where do you propose to live?

- In this house, with
your permission.

After all, there's plenty
of room for us both,

and I am paying most
of the bills now,

as you and Sir Geoffrey
proposed and I agreed,

willingly.

- It's late.

- Father, we would
appreciate your blessing.

- James, you are your
own master now.

(footsteps clicking)

- And so that is why I thought
it best to give up the post.

- Quite right to tell
me, Miss Forrest.

Thank you for being so honest.

-[Hazel] Thank you, Mr. Bellamy.

- Naturally, your private
feelings toward my son

are your own affair,
but do please remember

that James is still in a
very emotional state of mind.

The loss of his mother.

-[Hazel] Yes, I know.

- He was engaged, did
you know, two years ago?

To a girl he met in India.

-[Hazel] Yes, he spoke of that.

- And I just don't want either
of you to make a mistake.

- Of course not.

- There's the fact, too, of
your differing backgrounds.

These things do merit
consideration, you know.

- Yes, I understand that, too.

- You say you haven't quite
made up your mind yet?

- Not yet.

James is coming to our
house on Sunday afternoon.

I've promised to give
him my answer then.

- I see, very well.

Then all I can do is to
urge you, most seriously,

to consider what I have said.

- I will, Mr. Bellamy.

- Thank you, Miss Forrest.

(soft music playing)

(doorknob thumping)
- Oh.

Oh!

- I'm sorry to disturb
you, Mrs. Bridges,

I was looking for Hudson.

- Well, that's alright,
Captain James.

I'm afraid he's out,

he's gone to an afternoon
church service.

-[James] Oh, well I mustn't
disturb your Sunday afternoon.

- Oh, that's alright,
Captain James, I'm sure.

Is there anything I can get you?

- Do you know what,
Mrs. Bridges?

I'd love a cup of tea.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Would
you, Captain James?

(chuckling)
- Yes.

- Well, I believe there's
still a drop in the pot.

Oh, it will have
gone cold by now.

I'll make a fresh pot--

- No, no, no, it's
hot enough for me.

- If you're sure, sir?

- Absolutely.

- Well, you haven't
been down here for tea,

not for ever so long.

- No, I haven't.

- Not since you was at school.

- No I haven't, have I?

As a matter of fact,

there was something
I wanted to ask you.

Well, Hudson, really but I
expect you can advise me.

- Well, if I can, sir.

- Tell me, Mrs. Bridges, what
do you think of Miss Forrest?

I'd like to know, honestly.

- Miss Forrest, sir?
- Hmm.

- Well, I haven't seen
that much of her,

not every day like,
but from all I hear,

she's a very nice,
respectable young person.

- Mm-hmm, and the other
servants, what do they think of
her?

- Well, very much the
same I think, sir.

Not that we like to talk
about what concerns upstairs,

not as a rule.
- No, no.

But you have discussed her
amongst yourselves, surely?

- Oh, well yes, sir.

Once or twice, of course.

Is there any particular
reason why you ask?

- Well yes, Mrs. Bridges,
yes there was.

If, at some time

in the future,

Miss Forrest was to become
mistress of the house,

I wanted to know how
you and Hudson and Rose

and everyone would
feel about it.

- Mistress of the house?

Do you mean the Master
and Miss Forrest?

(laughing)
- Oh no, no.

Not my father.

No, you see, I have asked
Miss Forrest to marry me,

and I wanted to know how
you'd all feel about it.

- Well, all I can say
is this, Master James.

We've been in service
here, most of us,

since you and Miss Elizabeth
was babies.

That is, Mr. Hudson and
me and Miss Roberts had.

Well, Rose, she's been
here a good few years too.

We've all been proud to
serve your dear mother

and your father and
that's a fact.

Well, Captain James, if
you choose to get married,

any lady as you marries
will be Mrs. James

to us down here

and we'll all be happy to serve
her and do our best for her,

as a member of the family.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bridges.

That's what I wanted to hear.

(chair scraping on the floor)

Thank you for my tea.

It was delicious.

(soft music playing)

(footsteps clicking)

- If he doesn't come soon,
we shall be late for church.

- He said he'd be here
by six o'clock.

- Father's gone on down to
Mr. Roper's, he wants him

to act as sidesman tonight.

- Why?

- Mr. Leyton's poorly again.
- Oh.

(loud knocking)

- Ah, there he is.

Now, you let him in, I'm going
to go into the other room.

And don't take too long over it.

- No, Mother.

(footsteps clicking)

(door opening)

- Oh, hello.

I'm sorry I'm late,
I got lost in Putney

and had to ask a bobby.

- Oh, you're soaking wet!
- Yes.

- Let me take your coat.

- It's raining cats
and dogs out there.

- I can hear it.

- It makes driving
very dangerous.

One's inclined to skid, you
know, on the tram lines.

- I suppose so.

Won't you go in?

- Oh, yes thank you.

(footsteps clicking)

- Will you sit down?

- Oh, thank you.

Well?

- James,

I'm very fond of you.

I've never concealed it.

And I know that I should've
said this much more definitely

in the first place,

but there are reasons

why I can't marry you.

- Hazel!

- I've thought it over
very carefully

and I've discussed
it with my parents.

I would just like to say
thank you for loving me,

and for asking me
to be your wife.

But I must refuse your offer.

- Hazel, I don't
understand you--

- Please James, go home.

- Hazel, this is abs--
- Forget about me--

I'm sorry James.
- I love you.

- There is no more to be said.

(footsteps clicking)

(cane clattering)

(door latching)

(soft footsteps clicking)

- There, there, dear.

It's all finished now.

You'll get over it.

(crying)
- Never.

- Of course you will dear.

You stay here with
Mother where you belong.

Safe from prying and
inquisitive people.

(crying)

And remember all we've done
for you, your father and I,

and the promise you
made us, remember?

Now you forget all about
young Bellamy,

there's a good girl.

- How do you know they
would've minded?

How can we ever know now?

(church bells ringing)
Not telling them.

- But of course they
would've minded, dear.

People like that, I mean,
what about old Lady Southwold,

his grandmother, what
would she have said?

(crying)
- It's unfair!

- Life is unfair
sometimes, dear.

You'll stay here with
Mother, safe and warm.

(church bells ringing)

(sniffling)

(footsteps clicking)

(door latching)

- James.

You're wet through!

-[James] Not surprisingly,
it's raining.

- Well, have you anything
special to tell me?

- Should I have?

- I would've thought so.

Haven't you been out to Miss
Forrest's house this evening?

- Mm-hmm, yes.

- Well, what was her
answer to your proposal?

- Hazel has decided
not to marry me

for some reason or other.

Those reasons should be
better known to you, Father,

than they are to me.

- What on earth do
you mean by that?

- I think you warned her off me.

- What?

- I think you made it
perfectly clear to her

that you would not accept
her as a daughter-in-law

and that she'd better look
for a husband elsewhere!

- That's not true!

- You spoke to her about
me, didn't you?

- I asked her to think
it over very seriously,

but the choice was hers
and hers alone.

- Yes, but what you,
in fact, said was,

"Don't marry my son," wasn't it?

- How could I possibly say that?

You're of age, you're
independent.

- Yes, but you knew she
was far too loyal

to go against your wishes.

- Nonsense!

- Yes, but whatever it
was you said, Father,

you've just about wrecked
my chances of happiness!

The one girl I've ever really
loved and now she's gone,

thanks to you, it's all over.

(orchestral music)

- Mr. Hudson.

She still here?

- I've just shown her in, yes.

- Uh, Master not back yet?

-[Hudson] Not yet.

- I wonder what excuse
she'll think of next,

to come here, eh?

- I don't think you've got
any right to say that, Rose.

- I think we ought to have
a sweepstake below stairs

about which one of them
gets married first,

Captain James or his father.

- From his mood this morning,
I'd lay pretty long odds

against Captain James.

- Oh, but Mrs. Bridges said--

- I know what Mrs. Bridges
said, but his manners today

does not suggest a young
man about to marry.

It is my belief, Rose, the
young woman's refused him.

- For shame.

Reckons she's not good
enough for him, I suppose.

If you want my opinion, he's
not good enough for her!

- Rose!

- Mr. Hudson?

Can't manage!

- Rose, milady, with
the garments.

- Ah, splendid.

Thank you, Rose.

Perhaps you'd lay
them on the sofa

and then we can have
a look at them.

-[Rose] Very good, milady.

- We want to get them put away
before Mr. Bellamy returns.

- Yes, milady, the boxes
are already upstairs.

- Good.

Oh, yes, these will
do perfectly.

They're all in excellent
condition.

Oh, that's a nice coat.

I remember that.

- Yes, Miss Roberts always
looked after her Ladyship's

things most careful.

- Oh yes, I know she did.

Well, it seems a shame,
but I'm sure you'll agree,

it's better to put
them in the sale

and raise money for the poor,

than leave them in the cupboard
for the moth to get at.

- Yes milady, much preferable.

- Well, perhaps you'd
pack them up

and have them put in my motor
when it comes to fetch me.

- Yes, milady.

Will you be remaining
for tea, milady?

- Yes, I will.

Hudson says that Mr. Bellamy
should be returning home soon.

- Very good, milady.

- Thank you, Rose.

- Oh, hello, Rose.

- Yes, thank you.

- Oh, well hello Aunt Pru,
didn't know you were coming.

- Well, I'm not really invited,

I came to collect a few
clothes of your dear mother's

for a charity bazaar,
by Docklands settlement.

- Right.

- Rose is just packing
them into boxes for me.

I'll take them with
me, when I go.

- Good now, well shall
I order tea?

- No thank you, James,
it's a bit early.

I'd rather wait til
your father returns.

- Very well.

Wretched weather.

- Yes, isn't it?

(sighing)

It's so cold.

- Yes.

- Excuse me, sir, there's
a Mr. Forrest to see you.

- Mr. Forrest?

- A Mr. Arthur Forrest, sir.

- Ah, you'd better show
him into the study, Hudson.

-[Hudson] Very good, sir.

- If you'll excuse me, I better
see what this fellow wants.

-[Prudence] Of course, you must.

(clock ticking)

(door unlatching)

-[James] Are you Mr. Forrest?

- Ah, that's right.

- You must be Hazel's father.

I have been to your house twice
but we didn't meet, did we?

- Ah, no sir.

- Hazel's alright, there's
nothing wrong?

- Oh, no, no, no, it's
just that I wanted a word

with you in private, sir,
if you wouldn't object.

- No, of course.

Will you sit down?

- Thank you.

- This is the room where
your daughter did her typing

and helped my father
with his book.

- Ah, yes.

-[James] What was it you
wanted to speak to me about?

- Well, first of all, sir,
neither Hazel nor her mother

know I'm here,

so I'd appreciate it if you'd
keep my visit confidential?

-[James] Of course, and
please don't call me sir.

It's rather formal,
don't you think?

- Very well, I'll come to
the point, Captain Bellamy.

-[James] Please do.

- There are things you don't
know about our daughter.

Things she's never spoke
about, not to anyone.

When she was just 19, training
to be a teacher she was then,

she met this young
fellow, Patrick O'Connor.

He was a clerk in the
post office near our home.

We lived in Putney then.

I won't go into all the details.

He seemed a nice enough chap.

Clean, well-spoken.

She'd walked him home
once or twice.

Well, he could've fooled anyone.

-[James] In what way?

- Early in the spring of 1902,

my daughter married O'Connor

and went to live in Newcastle,
where he'd been sent

by the Post Office.

They didn't have much money,
but we helped them a bit.

It then seems that he
started drinking.

She didn't say, at first.

We didn't see too much of her,

but she wrote to her
mother most weeks,

and between the lines, you
could see the girl wasn't happy.

She stuck it out
for a few months,

but then things got worse.

He started beating her,
Captain Bellamy,

knocking her about,
calling her filthy names.

He got in these tempers when
he was on the drink, you see,

and there were other women.

Well, one night, very late,
they had a dreadful fight.

He was like a madman.

Next day, Hazel came home with
all her things in a trunk.

She'd left him and
got the train.

She was ill, worn out
and frightened.

- Oh my God.

- Well, the wife got her to bed.

When she undressed her,
there were these marks

all over her body.

Bruises and weals, and that.

He'd struck her with
his belt, you see,

and the buckle had--

-[James] Yes!

I understand.

- He would have killed
her if she'd stuck there.

- Did you go to the police?

- I was in favor of it,
but Hazel refused.

Didn't want that
kind of trouble.

But, they gave her a divorce.

It cost her mother and me
nearly all our savings.

-[James] Oh, that's scandalous!

- Well, we sold our
house in Putney.

Well the neighbors would have
got to hear about it, you see,

and we'd have been outcasts,

having a daughter who'd been
through the divorce courts.

So we moved to Wimbledon
in 1904,

where nobody knew
anything about us.

Hazel went out and
found herself work

with her typing and that,

and she went back to her
maiden name, of course.

We never spoke of the marriage,

nor of Patrick O'Connor
ever again.

That was in the past,
all forgotten.

- Why didn't she tell me?

I thought I knew her.

- Well, when you asked her to
marry you, Captain Bellamy,

she knew it would all
have to come out.

Well, her mother had
said it would.

On the marriage certificate,
you see,

she would have been put down as

Hazel Patricia O'Connor,

nee Forrest.

And her mother persuaded her

that your family would
never accept her,

not the kind of people they are.

Last night, after church, she
locked herself in her room.

She cried all night.

She's in love with you,
Captain Bellamy.

I know that much.

- And I'm in love with
her, Mr. Forrest.

And I want to marry her.

- Well, I said to the wife,
if you were the man for her,

you would not let it
make any difference.

- When can I see her?

If I came to your house--

- Any time, she hasn't
found any work yet.

Best that you see her when
her mother's out, though.

- And when is that?

- Well, Mrs. Forrest will be
at the shops tomorrow morning

about 10, just for an hour.

I shall be at work
myself, of course.

- I shall come then.

-[Ruby] Short feller, isn't he?

- He's got a sort of look
of her about him though.

-[Ruby] He looks a bit
upset, doesn't he?

(chuckling)
- Angry, more like.

-[Hudson] Now then, what
are you two gawking at?

- Oh, er, Miss Forrest's
dad, just leaving.

- Indeed Ruby, and how pray,

did you know that Miss
Forrest's dad had been to call?

- Rose said so.

- And from the look on his face,

Captain James is
in trouble again.

- In what way, Rose?

- Well, first he tells Mrs.
Bridges he's gonna marry her,

then he's all glum and
down in the mouth,

'cause his father forbids
the wedding,

after he's asked her,
if you get my meaning.

- You seem to possess
an intimate knowledge

of the matter, Rose.

Perhaps you would care to
describe, word for word,

just exactly what has
passed upstairs

between Captain James
and Mr. Forrest.

- Oh, I will, if you like.

Leastways, I can guess.

- Indeed.

- Yes, well, first he
asks her to marry him.

Then he says he won't,
thus breaking her heart.

Then her father comes
here to tell them

that they're gonna take
him to court, see,

for breach of promise.

That's what they'll do alright,

and Captain James will
have to pay a lot of money,

'cause he'll have to
pay her off, see,

if he won't marry her.

- You have a fertile
imagination, Rose,

I'll say that for you.

-[Rose] Oh, thank
you, Mr. Hudson.

-[Ruby] Mr. Hudson?

- What is it?

- Well, it's not for us to
speculate, is it Mr. Hudson?

- Quite right, Ruby, fetch
another scuttle of coal.

And Rose, go and draw the
landing curtains or something!

Look sharp now!

- Oh poor girl, how dreadful.

-[James] Yes, very, but it
doesn't matter nowadays.

I mean, this is not
a stigma, is it?

- Well, not in our
circles, James, but then,

divorce is becoming fashionable

and we tend to set the fashions.

Of course, the day may come
when every other couple

in Putney or Wimbledon
will have been through it,

but for the moment, I'm afraid,

in those middle-class bastions
of suburban propriety,

a divorce in the family
is little better

than having an uncle
hanged for murder.

One just doesn't speak of it.

- Yes, well I'm going
to speak of it.

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

(paper crackling)

(footsteps clicking)

- James!

- May I come in?

- Yes.

- Is your mother in?

- No, she's out shopping.

- Please, spare me
a few minutes.

- Very well.

Will you go in?

- Thank you.

(door latching)

- I never expected
to see you again.

- Nor I you, Hazel.

Please, listen to what
I have to say.

- My mother will be back soon.

- No, Hazel, please.

Hear me out.

Hazel darling, I know
why you refused me,

and I still love you
as much as ever.

- No,

No, James.

- Hazel, Hazel I
want you to know

that whatever happened
to you in the past,

does not, and never would have
made any difference to me.

- Who told you?

- Never mind who told me.

I know, that's all
that matters now.

- Did my father go to your--
- Never mind.

All I want to know is

will you marry me?

You must say yes,

because your mother
will be home soon

and I want your heart to
final it before she comes.

- What am I to do?

- Please say you'll be my wife.

As you should have
said on Sunday.

Only say it now.

(door slamming)

For good, please.

-[Mrs. Forrest] Hazel!

- James, what shall I do?

(chuckling)
- Say yes.

Say you'll marry me.

We'll be happy, I know we will.

We'll have lots of children.

- Oh yes!

- Where are you, dear?

- Oh, how do you
do, Mrs. Forrest?

I am sorry to intrude
on you like this.

Only, Hazel has

just agreed to be my wife.

So I hope that you and

Mr. Forrest will give
us your blessing.

- Hazel.

Is this true?

-[Hudson] Aye, they look
suited enough, I suppose.

- Well, we shall just have
to wait and see, won't we?

I suppose it'll be
another commotion.

- Like I said, everything's
going all topsy-turvy

these days.

(bell ringing)

- Morning room.

- Shall I go?

- There now, it's gone 11:00

and I've forgotten
the grog tray.

- That's not like Mr. Hudson.

- He's tired.

(door latching)

(glass clinking)

-[Hudson] I must apologize, sir.

The night tray should have
been in here by half past 10.

- It's not the end of
the world, Hudson.

-[Hudson] Thank you, sir.

- We're neither of us
getting any younger, are we?

-[Hudson] No sir.

- Well, soon there'll be
a new Master and Mistress

in this house.

Things won't be quite the same.

-[Hudson] No sir.

- I only hope it won't
prove too difficult for you,

and the other servants.

- We shall do our best,
I can assure you, sir,

to serve Captain and Mrs. James,

as we have served yourself
and her Ladyship in the past.

-[Richard] Thank you, Hudson.

I'm very grateful.

Good night.

- Good night, sir.

(orchestral music)