All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S03E12 Distant Thunder WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

[classical orchestra music]

- Phew, them stairs,
I must be getting old.

- That's very close this
afternoon, Rose, quite humid.

Oh, those casted women again.

-[Rose] What women?

- The suffragette's have smashed
up the British Museum now.

If they claim the right
to vote like men,

they ought to be
flogged like men.

- Poo.

- What do you got there, Rose?

- It's liniment for
Mrs. Bellamy.

Her backs feeling a bit
better but it still aches.

You know, it was clearing
out that box room

that brought it on
in my opinion.

- That certainly would.

Ah, something nice for
our supper, eh Ruby?

What in heaven's name is that?

- Well, it's for thickening
the Irish stew, Mr. Hudson,

for upstairs dinner, only,

well I can't read Mrs.
Bridges recipe.

Her handwriting is
all falling over.

- What can't you read?

- Well it says mix flour
and add an ounce of summit,

that word there.

- Here, let me see.

Mix flour and add an ounce
of butter and rub well.

- [laughs] It's butter,
oh I am daft,

I thought it said bitter,
so I poured in a jug of ale.

I'll have to start
again, won't I?

- You certainly will, Ruby.

Oh, nevermind my girl,
just soldier on.

Mrs. Bridges will be
up and about soon.

Oh my God.

[gasping]

- Oh, I'm sorry, Madam.

I'll be ever so careful.

- Your hands, they're
firm but gentle.

You'd make an excellent
masseuse.

- Oh, I don't know
about that, Madam.

- It's quite the
thing now, Rose.

They began it in Sweden.

- There, I think I've
rubbed it well in.

Shall I stop now?

-[Hazel] No, just another
minute or two,

it's very soothing.

- Is it?

- Very.

Is Captain James in yet?

-[Rose] Not when I come up.

- I see.

I expect he's been kept
late at his office.

Rose, have you written
your letter?

- Not yet, Madam.

- I think you owe
it to Mr. Wilmot.

Otherwise, he'll spend
the rest of his life

wondering why you
changed your mind.

- Well, I will write it, if
you think I ought, Madam.

But it's difficult, if
you know what I mean?

- I do, did you love
him very much?

- Yes, Madam, very much.

Only I didn't realize it
until after he'd gone.

See, when he asked me to
go abroad and everything,

I didn't have the courage.

But still, I expect I've
done the right thing.

I'm not sure, I'll never
be quite sure.

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

I thought you were James.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's alright, Richard,
Rose is finished.

You may come in now, Richard.

- I'll just go down and
see Ruby about your dinner.

- Oh, tell her something
very light, I'm not hungry.

- Oh, it's Irish stew, Madam,

and she's been stewing it
since 11:00 this morning.

- Very well, Rose, and
thank you for the massage.

Richard, how kind of you
to come up and see me.

- Not at all, how're
you feeling?

- Oh, a little better,
thank you.

Doctor Page says I'm to
rest for another day or two.

So here I lie, helpless
and useless.

- Never useless, my dear.

- I haven't been much
use as a wife, have I?

I'm still haunted by
James' bewildered stare.

When Doctor Page broke
the news to him,

he looked like a little boy

who had his new toy
taken away from him.

- You mustn't feel like that,

no one's to blame,
it's Gods will.

You'll have another chance,

Page told him there's
nothing to stop

from having twins next time.

So, you cheer up and let's
change the subject, shall we?

- Yes!

- Anyway, you're better off
in bed than up and about.

A bit more air, hmm?

[window opening]

Oh, it's so warm and
stuffy out, horrid.

-[Hazel] Is it?
- Yes.

- How is your day?

- Oh, somewhat frustrating,
if we poor mortals

could only influence events.

- You mean, we poor Tories?

- I mean all men,
we have the vote.

- Yes.

- Some of us have the
chance of questioning

and opposing the government
policies.

But, events continue to
gallop forward unchecked,

like stampeding bulls and
there's nothing any of us

can do to stop them.

I sometimes think the
future of our civilization

is so grim and dangerous,
I'd rather not face it.

- Oh Richard, you mustn't
be depressed.

One of us is quite enough.

- [laughs] I suppose so.

All I was saying, there's
little to be cheerful about.

-[Hazel] I know.

- The past has more to
offer than the future.

I rather think I'll
write another biography.

Tom Newton thinks I should.

He suggested Landsdown, if
he doesn't do it himself.

- Then I'll help you
with the papers

and type it out for you.

- Would you?

- Yes, of course,
I did it before.

Those were very happy days.

[keys hitting table]

[door opening]

- Ah, Miss Georgina Worsley,
writing letters [laughs].

I didn't know you could write?

- Bread and butter
letters, wretched things.

- Ah.

- I put, Dear Lady Rellen,

thank you so much for my stays.

- You left them behind
in a drawer?

- [laughs] It was--

- Such hell and I loathed
every minute of it.

- Stop it, James, you're
muddling me.

Such fun and I enjoyed--

- Spelled E-N-G-O-I-D.

- Oh, shut up, I
can't concentrate

if you keep saying silly things.

- You crumpled my
evening paper, come here.

- Oh, no you don't.

- Oh, yes I do.

- You can't catch me.

- Oh, yes I can and will.

You must be punishsed.

- Oh James [laughs].

- Ah, Hudson, Miss Georgina

seems to have crumpled--
- Your fault.

- The evening paper,
better see if you can

straighten it out or something.

- I'll ask Rose to run
an iron over it.

- If you would, Hudson,
before my father comes in,

I don't want any crushed
newspapers in my house.

-[Mr. Hudson] Quite so.

- Did you want something?

- Oh, just about this
evening, Sir.

I understand Mrs.
Bellamy will be

requiring dinner upstairs,
I'm afraid.

- I suppose so, yes,
if she's still in bed.

- But she's still
confined to her room, Sir.

- Well, in that case,
it will be Mr. Bellamy,

Miss Georgina, and myself
in the dining room.

- Very good, Sir.

Oh, the Master is in, Sir.

-[James] Is he, where, study?

- I think he went up to
see Mrs. Bellamy, Sir.

- Very well, Hudson.

Dances, dinner parties,
receptions, garden parties,

all for the month of June,

you going to all of them?

- Well, I hope so.

The dinners and dances anyway.

- Oh, you'll be a wreck.

Your poor old toes will
be black and blue.

- No, they won't.

-[James] All those clumsy
oafs who can't waltz properly.

- Some of them can, Billy
Linton waltzes perfectly.

Anyway, I like going
to dinner parties

and balls and receptions.

Only thing wrong with them,

is having to write endless

bread and butter letters
afterwards, thanking people.

Especially with you breathing
down my neck

and putting me off.

- Meaning you're a very lucky

and spoiled little
girl, aren't you?

- Why?

- All those parties.

-[Georgina] Those cards
aren't all for me.

- Well, most of them are.

There's a musical evening at
Landsdown House, to my father,

and the Lifeguard Ball
at Renala, for me,

which I can't go to anyway.

- Oh, why James?

- It's tomorrow evening,
to dine with the Newbury's

and then go on to the ball.

But, Hazel won't be fit to go.

- No, I suppose she won't be.

Oh dear, you're missing
all your old Army friends.

- Yes, yes, they'll be
there in strength.

Possibly my last chance
of seeing them

before I go back to India.

-[Georgina] When will that be?

- Oh, if I accept the post,

in the new year, January, 1915.

That could mean a junior
directorship.

- Well that sounds
terribly grand.

-[James] Yes, it's stinking
hot and stuffy out there.

Like it is in London today.

- I'll miss you, poor old Jumbo.

- You're not allowed
to call me that.

- I'm sorry.

- I dislike it intensely.

- I'm sorry, I'll try and
get myself out of that.

- You better, unless you
want another spanking.

- I promise, jum, no,
I didn't say it.

James, cousin James.

- Step-cousin.

I think you better get on

with your thank you
letters, don't you?

- Yes, alright.

Aren't you going
up to see Hazel?

- In a minute.

- Will Mrs. Bridges be up soon?

- I hope so, Daisy,
I do hope so.

Brandy, sir?

- Thank you, Hudson.

Georgina, a glass of brandy?

- I'm not allowed it.

- Who says so?

- Nobody, I'm just too young
for an intoxicating drink.

- Well, you're out.

- Coming out.

- Out, the season's over
halfway through.

Hudson, offer Miss Georgina
some brandy.

-[Georgina] No, really.

- If Georgina says she
doesn't want brandy,

she presumably doesn't want it.

- Alright, Hudson, don't offer
Miss Georgina some brandy,

just leave it on the trolley.

- Very good, sir.

- I promised Hazel I'd go up

and play dominoes with
here after dinner.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Well that
would be much appreciated.

It's tiresome having
to be laid up.

- Will she be up tomorrow?

- I gather not,

gynecologist has decreed
another day or two in bed,

isn't that so, James?

- Yes, I so believe he has.

- Poor James, missing the ball.

- What ball?

- The Lifeguards Ball at Renala.

- When is that?

- Tomorrow night.

- Why can't you go?

- I can't go with Hazel.

- Why not, if she's in bed?

- We were asked to dine with

the Newbury's beforehand
Father, I've already refused.

- Well, you can always
look in at the ball.

Or take Georgina, if she's not
otherwise engaged, are you?

- Tomorrow night, no.

I was thinking of going
to the Osgoode Exhibition

with a rather boring young
man called Philip Merriman,

but I don't have to.

- Well, you could partner James.

- Could I?

- I can see no objection,
if Hazel doesn't mind.

- Ask her.

- I will, I'm sure Bunny
and Diana can still

fit us into their dinner
party, I'll telephone them.

- Won't it be rather grown up?

I mean, all older people.

- Oh, not at all, it
should be great fun.

A lot of pretty girls there

and all the officers of
the household cavalry.

Orders and decorations
to be worn

and the Regimental band
will play out in the lawn

and we shall dance
outside under the trees.

I think there's to be a
firework display at midnight.

- Oh, it sounds terribly
exciting.

May I go upstairs now?

I must see about something
to wear.

- Yeah, go on.

- Don't forget the game
of dominoes with Hazel.

- No, I won't.

- Hello, Hudson, will you put
me through to Lady Newbury?

Good idea of yours, Father.

- Yes.

Look after her, won't you?

I mean, Renala on a
warm summer evening,

all those chaps full
of champagne.

- Oh, of course I'll
look after her.

Let's hope the weather holds.

[telephone ringing]

Hello, Diana?

James, listen, a slight
change of plan,

I've decided to go to
the ball at Renala

tomorrow evening after all.

Hmm, no, no, no, with Georgina.

Can you still get us in
to your dinner party?

Splendid, splendid, how's
Bunny, [laughs], is he?

I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye.

Oh, it shall be rather
a jolly evening.

A pity Hazel can't come.

[door opening]

Morning, just popped
in on my way to work,

to see how you were.

-[Hazel] Better, thank you.

You got everything you
need, books, newspapers?

- Yes, thank you.

- Are you sure you don't
mind my trotting off

to this wretched ball tonight?

- Of course not, you'll
enjoy yourself,

see all your friends.

- Yes.

Well, I must be off,
I shall be late.

- James.

Doctor Page told Richard that
I still could have children.

Did you know?

- Yes, yes he told me too.

- There's nothing
wrong, you see?

- Yes, that's splendid
news, isn't it?

Well, I must be off.

[door closing]

- Why do we have to be
all covered in powder,

just to go to a ball?

- As you perspire, wouldn't
be very nice

waltzing around with
you back all shiny,

especially in this weather.

- The young men perspire
terribly,

in their starch collars
and stiff shirts,

but they don't have maids
to put powder all over them.

- Young men don't show so
much bare skin like ladies do.

- Yes, I see.

Oh, that feels terribly
nice, all sort of tingly,

especially on my neck.

- Does it?

- Mrs. Bellamy said last night,

she thought you might have
healing powers in your hands.

- Did she Miss?

- She says you've done
wonders with her back.

- Oh, that's not me,
that's time and rest.

I'm not a magician, Miss.

- Must be terribly sad
to lose your first baby,

any baby really.

- Yes.

There, just finish doing you up

and then I'll start
doing your hair.

- Thank you, Rose.

- Hmm, not much to
say for nearly

10 years in the Army, eh Hudson?

- 10 years of comparative
peace, Sir, militarily speaking.

- That's true and Grandpapa
had at least a dozen

of these things on his chest

last time I saw him
all dressed up.

For a court ball,
I think it was.

I remember Elizabeth
and I being called down

in our dressing gowns
to see them go off.

He was simply covered in medals.

Of course, a lot of those
were foreign orders.

- That would have been
the summer of 1890, Sir.

The year of Lady Southwold's
oldest.

- Oh, probably.

- There was always
a war on somewhere,

in Queen Victoria's reign, Sir.

My Lord Southwold was young.

- Yes, yes, the empire
needed keeping in order then.

More than it does now.

- Quite, Sir.

- You know, I sometimes
think these black fellas

are more civilized than
some of the European races.

All there Serbs and Croats and
Slovenes and chaps like that.

Thank you, Hudson, by the way,

would you ask Rose to make up
my bed in here again tonight?

- Very good, Sir.

- I shall be quite
late, I expect.

We don't want to disturb Mrs.
Bellamy more than necessary.

- Very Good, Sir.

- Thank you, Hudson.

Ah, my goodness, look at you.

- Will I do?

- You most certainly will.

- I'm terribly nervous.

- Well you shouldn't
be looking like that.

- I shan't know anyone.

- I shall introduce you.

- If you see me stuck
in a corner by myself,

you will come and rescue me?

- Rescue you?

Oh, I shall think I'd have too,

when my brother officers
catch sight of you,

I shall have to fend
them off with my fists,

unhand that maiden hand,

for she's my late mother's
brother's step-daughter.

Unhand her I say or I
shall run you through

with my trusty sword.

Which, incidentally is
still in the wardrobe

full of mothballs, along
with my uniform.

- Oh, you're so funny,
I do love you Jumbo.

- What did I say about
calling me that?

- I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.

-[Mr. Hudson] Your
taxi is here, Sir.

- Ah, thank you, Hudson.

Come along Georgina, let's
us step into our Hackney cab

and take Renala by storm!

Hudson.
- Thank you, Rose.

- Good night, Rose, Hudson.

- Good night, Sir,
good night, Miss.

-[Georgina] Good night.

- Oh, you have your key, Sir?

-[James] Yes, thank you.

[door closing]

- Aye, they'll make a
handsome pair at the ball.

- He don't look like
a young husband

who's wife just lost
their first born child.

- Young gentlemen, Rose,
especially officers,

are trained to conceal
their true feelings.

A tradition necessary
in the field of battle,

unless the men should send their

officers fear or anxiety,
lose heart.

- If I was a man and my wife
had just had a miscarriage,

I'd either sit by her side

or stop in my own room,
crying my eyes out.

Not go gallivanting
off to some ball.

- You are not a man, Rose.

- No, I'm not, am I?

- Oh, if you're going up,

you just pop in and see if
Mrs. Bridges needs anything.

- Oh, I popped in earlier
and her heads spinning,

so I'm gonna take her a
couple of tablets later.

- If tears dropped into a trunk,

were charms were preserve
its owner

from sorrow and misfortune,

Nicholas Nickleby, would
have commenced his expedition

under most happy auspices.

There was so much to be done,

and so little time to do it in;

so many kind words to be spoken,
and such bitter pain in the

hearts in which they rose
to impede their utterance;

that the little preparations for

his journey were made
mournfully indeed--

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

- Oh, excuse me, Madam,

Hudson was wondering if
Mr. Bellamy could come

downstairs for a moment?

Only Mrs. Bridges is worse,
she's running a temperature

and Hudson thinks she
ought to see a doctor.

- Well of course she must.

I'll telephone Doctor
Foley at once.

Tell Hudson I'll
be down directly.

- Very good, Sir.

-[Hazel] I must go
and see to her.

Get back into bed at once.

- No, it's my duty,
I should be there.

- Hazel, you're not to get up,

Doctor Foley forbade it, you'll
only make yourself worse.

- Richard, I am in
charge of the household.

If the cook is ill, I
must go and see to her.

- How Hazel, get back into bed
- Geez, Richard.

- Do as I say, you're
in no fit state--

- Let me go, please let me go.

- I forbid it.

I forbid it, Hazel.

- Do you?

- I'll look after Mrs. Bridges.

After all, I have been
responsible for things in this
house,

for a number of years.

- Yes, you are still
the Master, aren't you?

- Get back into bed.

In you get.

There's a good girl.

Do allow me to look after
you, someone's got too.

- Rose, what are you doing
down here at this hour?

- Just making some hot lemon
and cinnamon for Mrs. Bridges.

It's a chill she's got,

Doctor Foley said she
ought to have it.

- Oh, the poor soul, how is she?

- Better, her temperature's
gone down to 99

and she managed to get down
some OXO and a dry biscuit.

I'll take it up to her now,
whilst it's nice and hot.

- Well, it's getting on for one.

Captain James and Miss Georgina

are not returned yet, have they?

- No, they have not and I
suppose they will, not til dawn.

Good night, Mr. Hudson.

- Good night, Rose, I'll
see to the light.

[window opening]

[church bells ringing]

[car engine idling]

- Oh, I'm terribly thirsty,
aren't you?

- Shh, you'll wake
the whole house.

- Sorry.

- There should be some barley
water on the grog tray.

- Where?

- In here.

Here we are, don't have
to whisper now.

Don't talk too loud.

- Oh dear, it's half past four.

I don't think I've ever been
up this late as this before.

- Hmm, you've got to
start somewhere.

- Yes.

- There you are.

- Oh thank you, James,
I'm parched.

- Thirsty work, dancing.

Especially if you dance everyone
on the card, as you did.

- Did I?

Well, yes, I suppose I did.

- Well, you certainly were
the belle of the ball.

Should have claimed a
dance or two for myself,

before we set out.

- I am sorry, James, I did try
to keep a dance free for you.

But you always seem to
be having a jolly time,

laughing and joking
over at the buffet.

I think we dance all the time

with the young men,
the Suppleton's.

You know I only had one Captain

and he squeezed me so hard,
my bodice stuck into me.

His name was Rupert
Booth Taylor,

he said he knew you.

- Ah, yes, yes, the
action to the blues.

He is rather inclined to
squeeze debutantes too hard.

- I think he was about your age.

- Why do you say that?

- Well, he didn't think I
was too young to dance with.

- Are you suggesting that I did?

- James.

- Well, why do you think
I took you to the ball,

as my partner, if it
wasn't to dance with you?

- Well, why didn't you?

- I was just going to
and then I saw you were

stifling a yawn, I thought
it was time to take you home.

- That was only because
that boy with red hair

was telling me how he landed
a 12 pound salmon on the spay.

He went into every gory detail.

- Yes, well perhaps there's
another reason

I didn't ask you to dance.

But I'm not sure that
I should tell you.

- Oh, but you've got
to, we're not allowed

to keep secrets from
step-cousins.

- Alright, I'll tell you.

If you insist, it's because--

- Yes?

- It's because if I had
to take you in my arms,

in order to dance with you,

I'm not sure that I could
trust myself not to kiss you,

not at a young step-cousin,
barely 18, should be kissed.

Affectionately, on the
cheek like this.

But as one would kiss a
beautiful young woman,

and whom one is growing
dangerously fond of, like this.

And now, as we were denied
our dance at the ball,

which is entirely my
fault, I admit it.

I should like to as you
formally, Miss Worsley,

if you're not otherwise engaged,

for the pleasure of
the next waltz.

- Enchanted.

That was fun.

- Ah, I heard voices,
thought it must be you.

- It's alright, Father,

we haven't been pinching
the silver, have we?

- No.

- Georgina was thirsty, so I
thought we'd have a nightcap.

- Quite right to,
enjoy yourself?

- Very much, it was
a lovely ball.

- I'm sorry if we
woke you, Father,

we tried not to make
too much noise.

- I was awake, couldn't sleep.

Have they closed atmosphere?

- Yes.

- Well, I expect Georgina
wants to get to her bed

and you'll have to go to

your office later,
then shouldn't you?

-[James] Yes, Father.

- Good night, try not to make

any noise passing Hazel's room.

- I've already taken my
shoes off, Uncle Richard.

- Ah yes, good girl.

Don't want to wake
her up, do we?

- No.

-[James] What was that?
- No.

- I say you ought to
sleep in, in the morning

and have your breakfast in
bed, those are my orders.

I shall tell Hudson when
he wakes me at eight.

- But what will Rose think?

- Ah, Rose will damn
well do as she's told.

- Please don't make
trouble, James,

I don't want to fall
out with her.

I'll get up and come
down for breakfast.

- You'll do no such thing.

Rose, doesn't run this house,

even if she thinks she does.

But I sometimes think it
wouldn't have been a bad thing,

if she had pushed off to
Australia with sheep fellow.

- Poor Rose, I don't
understand it.

She's such a lovely face
and so much kindness.

Do you think she'll ever marry?

- Oh, I should think so,
come on let's go upstairs.

[door closing]

- James, listen.

- What?

- I can hear a train miles away

and I can hear horse and cart.

- Yes, the milkmen are
out delivering already.

[horse walking along]

People are going to work
in shops and factories.

It's morning.

- It can be light soon.

- It will, come on.

Good night, sleep well.

-[Georgina] Thank you
again for taking me,

good night, Jumbo [giggles].

- Morning, stepped in
on my way to work,

to see if you were alright?

That's right, sleep on.

Good morning, Daisy.

- Good morning, Sir.

- I think you'll have to pour

cold water over her
this morning,

she's dead to the world.

- I could do that, Sir.

[door closing]

Good morning, Miss.

- Oh goodness, what's the time?

- Five minutes past nine, Miss.

- Oh dear.

- It's a lovely morning.

I brought your breakfast
up on a tray.

There's two soft boiled
eggs, toast, and coffee.

Ruby thought you might be
extra hungry this morning,

seeing she wasn't
in til daylight.

- How did she know that?

- Ruby, she's up my daylight
every morning, Miss.

She heard you come in when
she was doing the boiler.

- This is a such treat,
thank you very much.

Thank Ruby for me.

-[Daisy] Oh, I will.

And don't let your
coffee get cold.

- No.

I was having such a horrible
dream when I woke up, Daisy.

Do you ever have
horrible dreams?

- Oh, sometimes.

-[Georgina] This one was
awful because it was so real.

- Well my Mum used to say,

if you have a bad dream,
you should always tell it

to someone to make sure
it don't come true.

- Well, I was on a swing
in a big park somewhere

and there was a young
man sitting beside me,

tall and rather good looking.

And as we swung higher
and higher and higher,

he was kissing me all the time.

- [giggles] Go on, Miss.

- Down below, masses of people,

all cheering and waving
flags at us

and then I saw the young man's
face was dreadfully white,

as if all the blood had
been drained away.

And suddenly he just
fell off the swing,

miles and miles below
to the ground

and I wanted to go down
there and help him,

in case he wasn't dead.

But then I saw by falling,

it somehow managed to
knock down everyone

of the people who were
waving flags and cheering,

and they were all young men too,

with the same white
drained faces.

Some of them were bleeding
and crying out.

I wanted to go down there

but I was sort of attached
to the swing

and then I woke up.

- That sounds like a
real nightmare, Miss.

- I'm sorry, Daisy,
I'm not very hungry.

- Potatoes, boil for
downstairs, roast for upstairs.

Ah no, now I've forgotten
carrots.

I'll never be ready.

- Ruby, what are you
whimpering about?

Put a move on, it's
nearly dinnertime.

- I know it is, Rose, and
I'm not half done yet.

- Oh buck up then.

- When will Mrs.
Bridges be back?

- When she's better
and not before.

Put you cap straight, you
look like a scarecrow.

[big band music]

- There's coffee, Miss.

-[Georgina] Thank you, Hudson.

- Will you be dining
in this evening, Miss?

- No, out again, I'm afraid.

-[Mr. Hudson] Very good, Miss.

- Hudson, may I ask
you something?

- Certainly, Miss Georgina.

- Well, it's just that
Mrs. Bridges told Daisy

she thought there might be
a curse on Southwold family.

Do you think there is?

- Ah family curse, Miss?

- You see my mother, my
step-father, and my aunt,

Lady Marjorie and
Grandpa Southwold,

all died within a few years

and then Captain James and
Mrs. Bellamy losing their baby.

Mrs. Bridges told Daisy another
baby died in this house too,

only she wouldn't
say how long ago.

So, I just wondered.

- I understand, Miss.

- You see, I had a
terrible dreams last night

about people dying and
I thought it might have

something to do with it.

- Oh, I don't think you
ought to worry about such

things, Miss Georgina,
not at your age.

- No, I'm sorry, I don't ask
Captain James or Mr. Bellamy,

they think we're so silly.

So, I thought I'd ask you.

-[Mr. Hudson] If you pardon
me saying so, Miss Georgina,

I trust you will not brood
upon such ugly subjects

and continue to enjoy
your London season,

as a young person should.

- So, you don't think
that there's--

- Oh, no, no, Miss, family
curses, ghosts, and such like,

all wives tales, Miss [laughs],

and if I may use the
expression, pure blethers.

- Good, I'm so relieved.

- Miss.

[door closing]

- James.

- Father.

- How's Hazel?

- I only just come in.

- Oh, you haven't seen her yet?

- I've only just come in.

- And Hudson doesn't know?

- Know what?

- How she is.

- Haven't asked him yet.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Ah, Hudson,
how's Mrs. Bellamy?

- Oh, she seemed
a wee bit better

when I served her tea, Sir.

- In here?

-[Mr. Hudson] At half
past four, Sir.

- She's up then?

- Oh yes, Madam rang for
Rose at about three o'clock

this afternoon to help
her get dressed.

- Are you sure?

- So where is she now?

- She was in here until

about half past five,
writing letters.

- She didn't go out?

-[Mr. Hudson] Not as
far as I know, Sir.

- Hazel!

She's probably messing
about in the box room again.

- Rose, have you seen
Mrs. Bellamy?

- Hudson said she
came downstairs.

- Oh yes, she had her tea, Sir,

and then went down
to the kitchen.

- The kitchen!

Oh now she shouldn't--
- Thank you, Rose.

James, leave her.

- Upstairs, Rose.

- Oh but--
- Upstairs.

-[James] Hazel!

- Yes?

- What are you doing?

- What do you think I'm doing?

- Who said you could get up?

-[Hazel] Doctor Page did.

- Ruby, leave us please.

Listen Hazel, you are supposed
to be Mistress in this house,

just how the hell do you expect
the servants to respect you

and obey your orders,
if you come down here

and try and cook the meals.

- And how do you expect that
wretched little kitchen maid

to cook all the meals?

For upstairs and down
all by herself?

- It's not your place to
come down here and cook.

- Not my place?

I note your choice
of expression.

- What expression?

- You said it was not my place
to come down here and cook.

Well, that's how you
talk to a servant

and yet in the same breath,

you're telling me not to soil
my hands with servants work.

Well, it was my place
to type out

your Father's book for
wages, wasn't it?

And you didn't object
to that, did you?

- What's that got to do with it?

Damn it Hazel, you're
my wife, not a cook!

- Wives are often cooks,
where I come from.

- Yes, well they're not here
and they never have been,

so put that, whatever
it is, away

and go up to the morning
room, where you belong

and leave the meals to Ruby!

- I shall do nothing
of the kind.

I am responsible for the
domestic running of the house

and I intend to stay here and
help Ruby prepare the meals.

- Yes, you are responsible
for running this house

with dignity, as Mother
did from upstairs,

not messing about in the
kitchen like a scullery maid.

- How dare you!

[knife chopping]

- You will do as I say and
go up to the morning room.

As my wife, you owe
me obedience!

- Well don't you
owe me something?

- What?

What's the matter with you?

- If you don't understand that,

then perhaps it's just as well
our baby died, just as well.

[footsteps up the stairs]

[sizzling]

- Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
come here quickly,

the cooking's gone wrong.

-[Ruby] Yes, Sir.

- Quickly, before it
boils onto the floor.

- Yes, Sir, I'll see to it.

- Yes.

You seem to have a rather lot

to do at the minute,
Ruby, I'm sorry.

- That's alright,
Sir, I can manage.

- Yes, well I expect
Mrs. Bridges will be up

in a day or two.

- Yes, Sir, Sir,
it was very kind

of Mrs. Bellamy to help me, Sir.

- Yes, I'll tell her.

[footsteps]

Is Mrs. Bellamy in there?

- Oh no, Sir, only the Master,
Madam went up to her room.

- I see, thank you, Hudson.

Hazel, are you there?

Hazel, I want to talk to you.

Open this door and let me in.

You hear what I say?

Oh Hazel, you're being
very childish.

Hazel.

How I lead my life in
my house is my affair,

you have no right
to criticize me.

- I have every right, James.

Hazel is your wife and
your responsibility.

You're a grown man
now, a married man

and regrettably independent
of your soul surviving parent.

But you're still my son

and as long as I live
under this roof,

I reserve the right to
comment on your behavior.

- My behavior?

- Hazel has suffered
the agony and distress

of losing her baby.

She is weak and depressed
and in need

of all the love and care she
can get from her husband.

Yet you behave as though
she'd suffered

nothing worse than
a slight cold.

- Oh, that's monstrous.

Do you think I don't
know how she feels?

- Then why in Gods name can't
you show some concern for her?

- Damn it Father, she's
not ill anymore,

she's been up and dressed
and cooking in the kitchen.

- And why, as I admit.

But if you can't see
that foolish gesture,

a desperate cry for attention,

that you can't know
much about women.

- Father, my relationship
with my wife

is none of your business.

- It may not be, strictly
speaking,

but you might just remember
that Hazel was my secretary.

I brought her into this house

and as such, I happen
to have formed

a very high opinion of her
character and capabilities.

I respect her as a person

and I have a natural
affection for her,

as a member of the family.

And since you choose to
neglect her when she's ill

and criticize her when
she's most in need of

your help and support.

I can only say, in my opinion,

you are not worthy of her love.

She's too damn good for you!

And that's my last word
on the subject.

- Yes, yes, my last word
on the subject is

that I'm beginning to
think it's time you and I

went our separate ways.

- Just what do you mean?

- I mean instead of endlessly
quarreling and feuding

with me about the running
of this house,

you might find life
more to your liking

in a set of rooms in St. James'.

You'll be handy for
the House of Commons

and quite near your club.

I'm quite prepared to
help you out, financially,

if you decide to move.

It might just be better
for all of us.

- Very well, James, if that's
how you feel, I'll move.

I won't stay here,
if I'm not welcome.

You can inform the
servants at once.

I shall need a few days to
find alternative accommodation.

I might just run with it.

- There's no hurry,
just some time.

It was only a suggestion,
I didn't.

- James?

- Oh, hello, where've you been?

- Out to tea with some friends.

James, you've been quarreling
with Uncle Richard,

I couldn't help hearing.

Was it about taking
me to the ball?

- No, no, no it wasn't.

- Are you sure?

- Quite sure.

It was about something else,
nothing to do with you.

- What?

- Nevermind, have you had tea?

- I've just told you, I
had tea with some friends.

- So you did.

-[Georgina] Hudson
says Hazel is up?

- Yes, she got up this
afternoon, yes.

- Oh good, so she's much better?

- Much, much better.

- Where is she?

- Upstairs.

- I think I'll go
up and see her.

- Ah no, no, leave
her just a moment.

Close the door.

Come and sit down, Georgina,
I want to talk to you.

I think, I think you're
old enough to know

some of the difficulties
of married life.

I mean, one day you
will marry someone

and I just think you
ought to know,

it's not that easy being
married, not that easy.

- No, I don't suppose it is.

- I mean, if your love and
your feelings for someone

aren't quite strong enough

and you don't seem to sort
of agree on a lot of things,

it can still be alright,

if you fulfill your love.

You know what I'm trying to say?

- I think I do, James.

- Especially, if
it has a result,

you manage to have a baby.

- Yes, of course.

- Otherwise, there's not
much to keep it together.

- No.

- Not if you disagree
on a lot of things,

like Hazel and I do.

- Oh dear, won't it
perhaps get better?

- It might.

[inaudible]

I hope so.

Hazel can still have a
baby, the doctor said so.

- Well, perhaps next year

when you go out to India,
things will change.

Away from home, you may
feel quite differently.

- If she decides to come.

- She's bound to, isn't she?

- I don't know.

I don't know what
the future holds.

If Father moves into rooms,
I'm out in India and Hazel.

What about the servants?

What about you?

What about everything?

It all seems such a mess.

A ghastly, hopeless mess.

- He should have never
married beneath him,

I said so from the start.

You always do a good of
difference in their ideas,

their standards, their values.

If her Ladyship had lived,

that young women, as
respectable as she may be,

would never had sat at the head
of the table in this house,

you mark my words, Rose,
not Miss Forrest.

- There you go again
with her Ladyship.

What would her Ladyship
have done?

What would he Ladyship
have said?

Her Ladyship's dead
and gone, Mr. Hudson

and Mrs. Bellamy is the
Mistress of this house now

and as such, we should
back her out and help her,

not go saying wicked things
about her behind her back!

- Stop yelling at the
top of your voice, Rose,

unless you want everyone
in the house to hear.

- I don't care who knows
it, Mr. Bellamy should

have a word with his son,

tell him what he thinks
of him, he's too weak.

That's the trouble, just
as Captain James

got all his mother's money.

- The Master opposed
the marriage

or had you forgotten that?

Unfortunately, the young
fool was of age

and financially independent
enough to defy his father.

She had known the match
was unsuitable,

it's her I blame, I blame her!

- Well, I don't, she got a
chance to marry and she took it!

- Shh.

-[Rose] Poor foolish woman.

- I don't know what's the matter

with you these days,
Rose, I don't really.

- Beats what's the matter
with you, Mr. Hudson,

if I may say so.

You're living in the
past, that's your trouble

and don't seem to realize
that things are changing fast.

Life's never gonna
be the same again,

but you're too blind to
notice it, or too old.

- How dare you say
that to me, Rose.

How ever long you may
be of service here,

you have no right to
speak to me like that!

You're forgetting your
place, m'girl.

- My place?

I'm beginning to wonder
what that is sometimes.

- Well I can tell you
what it is not.

It is not to spend your days in

young Mrs. Bellamy's
room, gossiping with her,

had you not tittletattled
about what goes on

in the servants hall

or between Captain James and
Miss Worsley or anything else.

Your place is to respect the

Master and Captain James
as your employers

and get on with your
job, as you did before!

- My job is to look
after Mrs. Bellamy now!

- You are the head
house-parlourmaid, Rose.

Your duties are not
exclusively with Mrs. Bellamy.

Just because she's either
too tight fisted

or too unsure of herself
to engage a lady's maid,

there is no call for
you to lie in her lap

like a pet poodle!

She is quite capable of
looking after her self.

- That's a cruel thing to say,

she needs me and you're jealous.

- I'm what?

- Jealous of her and
me, 'cause she likes me

and she knows what
you think of her.

- Now that's a lie!

- I'm not a liar.

- Be quiet, Rose and
watch your tongue!

- Stop it please, stop [crying].

- Where have you been
hiding yourself?

- What's the matter, Daisy?

- Yes, come on, what is it?

- Would it be alright
to sit down?

- Yes, yes, Daisy,
come on sit down,

for heaven's sake, pull
yourself together.

-[Rose] Come along, tell
Mr. Hudson, what happened?

- [crying] I heard you
and Mr. Hudson rowing,

I couldn't help it.

- Eavesdropping.

- Leaver her, Rose.

[crying]

- First of all, it's
Captain and Mrs. Bellamy,

go for each other, all angry,
down here in the kitchen

and then it's you and
Rose, Mr. Hudson [crying].

I've never known you
and Rose have words

all the time I've been here.

It's like everyone in
the house is fighting

and rowing and poor Mrs.
Bridges is still sick [crying]

and this hot weather
and everything.

I just don't feel safe
anymore, Mr. Hudson [crying].

I'm frightened.

- I think we're all
effected by the close air

in this weather, Daisy.

It tends to put us all on edge,

makes us bad tempered
and irritable.

-[Daisy] Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Now, as soon as
the storm breaks,

and we have some thunder
and lightning

and the cooling rain comes,

perhaps things will
be somewhat calmer.

We'll stop quarreling
among ourselves

and live together
in harmony again.

Close the ranks, eh Daisy?

Do you know what I mean?

-[Daisy] Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, it would be a
strange household indeed,

if we didn't have a wee
bit of conflict and strife

from time to time.

As any close community must.

So run along, m'girl,

get things ready for supper, eh?

And Daisy, try to be cheerful,

there's a good girl, eh?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson, thank
you, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, I best get upstairs

and put out the lady's
things for dinner.

I understand they're all dining
in tonight, the four of 'em.

- Yes, Rose, I gather they
are, just the four of them.

- I'm afraid I'm not very good.

- Oh, you learn very
fast, my dear.

- I keep breaking all the rules.

- It's only family
bridge, Georgina.

You mustn't take it
too much to heart.

- Doesn't matter who
wins or loses,

as long as we all
enjoy ourselves,

isn't that so, Father?

- Yes, I suppose it is.

- Breakfast at the usual
time in morning, Madam.

- Yes, please, 8:30
in the dining room?

Thank you, Hudson, good night.

- Good night, Madam.

- Hudson, good night.

- Good night, Sir.
- Good night.

- Oh, I'm stifled.

- Yes, it's hotter
than ever tonight.

I'll open the window wider.

[jazz music]

Here, catch!

Sorry, down there by
the lamppost, good luck.

A few chaps, one blind,
a few on crutches.

Wounded in South Africa,
I suppose, reduced.

Do you recognize the tune?

- Cards are dealt, James, if
you care to pick up your hand.

Prepare for the fray.

Phew, it must be in
the 80s tonight.

- It can't last much
longer, can it?

[classic orchestra music]