All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S05E05 Wanted a Good Home WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

[gentle orchestral music]

- Oh, but they're awfully good.

Alice, do look.

- Oh, they are good, that.

- Thank you kindly,
your ladyship.

God bless you.

And you, Master William,

you be a good boy when
you get to school.

- Yes, Bert, I will.
- Come along, children.

[bells ringing]

You really shouldn't give silver

to that sort of person, Alice.

- Poor Bert.

He was so wounded in the war

and he has to keep his
poor sick mother.

- That's his story.

- Uncle Richard gives him
a sovereign every Sunday

after church when we
walk up to the park.

- Oh, that's different.

- Oh, look.

Oh, I wish we had a dog
to take to the park.

- Don't dawdle, Alice.

I can't think why William has
to walk in that silly way,

even though he has hurt his leg.

- Oh, he mustn't
walk on the lines

in case there are bears
in the areas.

They might eat him.

- It really is high time
you went away to school.

- Yes, Miss Treadwell.

- Front door, William.

- I was going to tell
Bridgett about--

- I said the front
door, William.

Please ring the bell

and you do not call Mrs.
Bridges Bridgett.

-[William] Yes, ma'am.

[bell ringing]

- How do you spell Hamilton?

- H-A-M-L-I-T-O-N.

- Master William having
a school number.

It's just like being in prison.

- I don't know.

Every blessed thing having
to have a label sewn on it.

- You're lucky.

When the Major went
to his school,

every initial had to
be sewn on by hand.

None of your sharp fancy
labels in them days.

I remember Rose sewing
for weeks.

We had a special sewing
woman used to come in.

Help with Lady Marjorie's
things.

[chuckles]

Mrs. Woodcock, her name was.

- Comic name.

- [chuckles] She was really fat.

Just like a jelly, but
my word, she could sew.

Fancy initials, coronets,
anything you like.

- One day Eddie and I will have

a nice little boy like
Master William.

- Time enough for that
when you've got

a good bit more put away.

- Well, every week
we put something

in the post office savings.

- I should hope so
after last time.

- What happened last
time wasn't our fault.

I mean, it was everyone
the same.

The government said it was
a country fit for heroes

and they didn't give
no one no work.

- I wish I could have a little
kiddie to send to school.

- You're well enough
as you are, Ruby.

Remember last time you went off.

Got yourself blowed up.

- And you're not
even married yet.

- Oh, I know.

And it says in paper
there's a shortage

of men and too many women.

- What's that horrible smell?

- Oh, Lord.

It's Master William's toffee.

-[Alice] Gym vests, two.

- Gym vests, two.

- Cricket boots, brown
canvas, one pair.

That's odd.

I thought cricket boots
were always white.

- [chuckles] Cricket boots.

Brown canvas, one pair.

- Stiff collars, four.

- Stiff collars, four.

Oh, I suppose they must
be for Sundays.

- Yes.

- How difficult to pack.

Oh.

I can manage, Miss Alice.

- I'm sorry, Rose.

Silly to mind so much.

I mean, Winky doesn't
seem to mind.

It's not as if it
was me going away

to school for the first
time or anything.

He can be a little
pest sometimes,

but I sort of got used to him.

- I think it's nice.

If you didn't show you cared,

it wouldn't say much, would it?

- No.

Come on then.

Combinations, two.

Oh no, that's only
for winter terms.

Bathing bags, one pair.

[Rose laughs]

Bathing bags.

[Rose and Alice laugh]

- Nice big ginger cake
and a plum cake.

Half a dozen jars of
potted fish paste.

- Scrumptious.

- And all manner of jams.

- Strawberry?

- Yes.

And raspberry and apple
and blackberry.

Oh, and some of my
homemade marmalade.

Though for the life of me,

I can't think why schools can't
provide their own preserves.

- They wouldn't be as good.

- Oh, now you're quite
right there, Master William.

Because they'd be factory made.

- It was the same when the Major

went to his preparatory school.

- Yes, same tack box.

Many a time I remember packing
this tack box for the Major.

- I think it is traditional
that all schools,

I mean private schools, take
advantage of the parents

in providing such expensive
items as jam and honey.

- Oh, there's honey too?

- Such items as jam and honey,

thereby saving on their
own overall budgets.

- Well, I never did.

However did you find
that out, Mr. Hudson?

- I came upon the fact somewhere

in my reading, Mrs. Bridges.

- Now there's a really educated
man for you, Master William.

- Where did you go to
school, Mr. Hudson?

- I went to the local
village school

in Elginshire, Master William.

Grand wee school, first
class education.

-[Ruby] Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, Ruby, I almost forgot.

Oh, Ruby's made a surprise
for you, Master William.

- What is it, please Ruby?

- Go on, Ruby, you tell him.

-[Ruby] Well.

It's homemade toffee.

- You just have to give
it a little tap

to break up nice.

There.

There we are.

-[William] You have
a piece, Bridgett.

- Oh well, just a little piece.

Thank you, Master William.

- Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, mustn't eat it all now.

And my old teeth, you know.

No thank you.
- Ruby.

- Oh, Ruby.

Oh.

- Now say pussy.

- Pussy.

[Mr. Hudson laughs]
- You go straight into

the scurry and take that
out of your mouth at once.

Oh, I don't know.

That girl, she always
has to spoil everything.

Now I'll wrap this in
grease blue paper.

Then it won't get all sticky.

- Thank you, we're
allowed sweets on Sunday,

but only through our
own pocket money.

- Well, that's good,
that's very sensible.

Teach you thrift.

- And mind you're a good boy

and clean your teeth
after every meal.

Then you won't never have
to go to the dentist.

- Yes, Bridgett.

Although many were sunk
and more greatly damaged

by the fire of the Dutch, they
swarmed round the great ships

with wonderful tenacity and
while the larger vessels

fought their guns against
those of the men of war,

the smaller ones kept
close to them,

avoiding as much as possible
their formidable broadsides

and keeping up a perpetual
musketry fire

of their bulwarks and tops.

- Bullocks.
- What?

- Bullocks, not bulwarks.

- Oh.

Bullocks and tops.

Throwing stinkpots and shooting
burning arrows to the ports

and getting alongside under
the muzzles of the guns

and trying to climb
up into the ports.

"This is mighty unpleasant,
your honor," Tim said.

"It's a shot for one
of the Dutch men of war

"to strike the craft therein,

"crashing a hole through
our bullocks

"and laying five or six
of our crew upon the deck

"killed or wounded
by the splinters."

- Is that what happened
to Michael, Mummy?

- Yes, darling, more or less.

That's enough reading now.

- But Mummy, it's such
a whizzing book.

Can't I let's just
finish the page?

- No, it's very late.

You can finish it tomorrow.

- But tomorrow I'll
be at school.

- All right, you can
take the book with you.

- Yes, thank you, Alice.

- Oh, Alice, ask Rose
to come up, will you?

- Yes, Mummy.

- Now what about your prayers?

- Can't it wait till morning?
- No.

- God bless Mummy and
Alice and Uncle Richard

and Aunt Georgina
and James and Rose

and Mrs. Bridges and all
the others downstairs

and Bert and Daddy and
Michael in heaven.

Amen.

- And Miss Treadwell.

- Oh, Lord, yes.

P.S. and Miss Treadwell.

- Who's Bert?

- Bert's a pavement artist.

One of my best friends.

- Darling, you must
promise to go on

saying your prayers every
night at school.

- Yes, Mummy, I'll remember.

- You can say them in bed.

Well, unless the
other boys kneel.

Do what they do.

- Yes, Mummy.

There, now how's that?

- That's fine.

And perhaps it would be best
not to take Albert to school.

- But Mummy.

Yes, I suppose it would.

- Oh, he'll be all right here.

Waiting for you when
you come home.

[voices chattering]

Rose has a surprise for you.

- A surprise?
- For me too?

- Yes, for both of you.
- I don't know, do hurry up.

- Oh, Rose, what is it?
- It's not a surprise

if I tell you now, put
on your dressing gown.

- I'll be back in 10
minutes to tuck you both up.

- With the slippers in?
- Come on, where is it?

- Put it on properly, I don't
want you catching a cold

and don't run.

Now shut your eyes.

Are they shut?

No cheating.

Now you can come in, but don't
open your eyes till I say so.

All right, now.

- Oh gosh, a dog.
[Rose laughs]

- Darling dog, oh Rose.

- It's so as you won't miss
Master William so much.

- But it's mine too.

- Oh yes, of course it is.

- He's lovely.

- Oh, I'm glad you like him.

- Can we go and show
Miss Tready?

- Yes, of course you can.

- I'll take him.
- You can bring the basket.

-[Rose] Oh well, that's not
very generous, Miss Alice.

[voices chattering]

- Oh, Miss Treadwell,
look, look.

- Look, Miss Treadwell,
look what Rose has given us.

A dog.

- Yes, yes, I can
see that without

having it thrust in my face.

- Our ladyship said it
would be all right,

seeing as how Master William
was going away to school.

- Did she?

I hope it's house trained.

- Oh yes.

See, I saw this notice in a
shop window in Ponnett Street

saying good home wanted for
dog, so I made inquiries.

Very nice family.

Going to Canada.

- I see.
- What do we call it, Rose?

-[Rose] Oh, it's already
got a name, Miss Alice.

- What?

- Thimble.

Darling Thimble.

What a perfect divine name.

- Darling.

Sorry I'm rather late.

Endless meeting.

Civil servants left
talking and talking

and never coming to their point.

- Oh, darling, you look tired.

- Yes, I am rather.

Will you forgive me if I
don't change for dinner?

- Yes, of course,
don't be silly.

Mrs. Bridges would much
prefer it, I'm sure.

There's a cheese souffle
first and if you were late,

it could be disastrous.

- Oh.

10 years ago, I wouldn't
have dreamed of it.

-[Virginia] Nobody
minds these days.

- Well, Hudson will.

Thinks I'm getting slack and
sloppy and he's probably right.

- I think you ought
to see the doctor,

just to see if everything's
all right.

- Well, I went to see
Dr. Fuller this morning.

Everything's fine.

Just getting rather
old, that's all.

- And working much too hard
on far too many committees.

- Well, they do need
me, or so they say.

George Currs of all
people came over to see me

in the dining room yesterday
and said what splendid work

I was doing for League
of Nations.

- All the same, I still think

you could get out of
this French trip.

- Oh no, not possibly.

King and Queen are going

and I'm on the War
Graves Commission,

but I have got a perfectly
splendid idea.

I'm gonna take you
with me on Friday

and then on to Baden-Baden
for a week to rest

and then to the Martell's
near Ekes.

They never stop asking for us

and they're absolute
old darlings.

- Do they speak English?

- Oh Lord, yes.

He was ambassador to Washington

and they've got one of
the best chefs in France.

- Well, I suppose it would
be a good idea to be out

of the house while the
servants do the spring cleaning

and oh, I do love France.

- [chuckles] Good.

I'll wire the Martells in the
morning and fix everything up.

[Virginia laughs]

- Excuse me, my lady.

Are you and his lordship
ready for dinner?

- Yes.

Quite ready, thank you, Hudson.

- In that case, my lady,
dinner is served.

- Oh.

Oh no, no, not that one, Rose.

No, it's a bit brighter.

I remember my other son
being absolutely horrified

when I turned up to
his confirmation

wearing a rather
conspicuous hat.

- What about this one, my lady?

- Well, that couldn't
embarrass William, could it?

[Rose laughs]
Thank you, Rose.

There.

Oh, Rose, I wish we could
take you with us

when we go abroad on Friday.

- Oh, don't worry about
that, my lady.

I've got plenty to do

sorting through your
clothes and everything.

- I do believe I'm dreading
today even more than William.

- Well, they do say it's
worse for the mother.

- Yes, oh Rose, we
ought to be going.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, and yes, I'll carry that.

Thank you, Rose.

I'm not sure about this hat.

- Oh, I'm very sure, my lady

- Oh well, I can't
change it now.

Thank you.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh, you all
ready now, Master William?

- Yes, well, goodbye,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Goodbye, Master William,
and be a good boy.

The holidays will be
round in no time.

- Yes, Bridgett.

- That's right, summer will
be here before you know it.

- Yes, well, goodbye, all.

-[Daisy] Goodbye.

- Well, he do look comic
in those clothes.

- Comic?

You try looking at yourself
in the mirror lately?

- He's a proper little
gentleman, he is.

- Oh, he is.

And what a comfort
to his mother.

After all the tragedies
there's been in that family.

- Well, we're all ready now.

Car's waiting.

- Goodbye, Mr. Hudson.

Goodbye, Thimble.

Be good.

Goodbye, Miss Treadwell.

Goodbye, Fred.

- Well, I was sorry I can't
come down with you, William,

but take that with you
in case of emergency.

- Thank you, Uncle Richard.

- Oh good, darling,
you're ready.

You sure you got everything?

- Yes, thank you, Mum.
- Good.

Alice, bye-bye, darling.

Be good, won't you?

Take care of Thimble.

- Goodbye, don't be late.
- Back about six.

Come on then, darling,
mustn't be late.

- Oh Rose, goodbye.

- Oh.

Take care.

-[Richard] Bye.

[door slams]

- He was so very brave
and cheerful.

Grown up.

I was really proud of him.

- The novelty of it
is quite exciting.

I usually find the second
term is worst,

especially for boys.

- Hope Alice will be all right.

- Oh, I'm sure she will.

Alice is by no means
a stupid girl,

but she does find it
difficult to concentrate.

I think things will be
better with William away.

We shall be able to do
proper school hours

and evening homework.

- Oh, Lady Chivers
is very anxious

that Jennifer should come
again on weekday mornings.

- Very well.

- Oh, you don't think that
Jennifer will hold Alice back?

- I shall not allow her
to, Lady Bellamy.

- No, I know you won't.

It's such a relief to be
able to go away leaving Alice

and indeed the whole household
in such capable hands.

- I hope that will be understood
by everyone in the house.

Including the butler.

-[Virginia] What,
Miss Treadwell?

- That I'm to be
responsible in your absence.

- Oh yes, I shall make
that quite clear.

- Good.

- I hope the dog will
be a success.

- I hope it will not be
another disruptive influence.

- Oh no, I don't think so.

Rose is willing to
look after him

during school hours
and that sort of thing.

- Yes.

- Well, goodnight,
Miss Treadwell.

- Goodnight, Lady Bellamy.

- Didn't seem so bad when
Michael went away to Obsborne.

William seems so small
and defenseless.

- He'll be all right.

He has good manners, knows
how to get on with people

and when to keep his mouth shut.

It's the bumptious ones
that get into trouble.

- He's just so very young.

- Oh, but that's the age.

- Why?

Other people don't.

The French don't.

- I don't know why.

We're the only nation
in the world that tears

the male patrician child
from the bosom of his family

to be subjected to football,
cold baths,

and Latin infinitives at the
tender age of eight years.

- Yes.

Oh, just suddenly, I wish we
weren't going away tomorrow.

- I think it's a
jolly-good idea.

Change will do you good.

- I really don't like
leaving Alice.

- Well, Miss Treadwell's
perfectly competent, isn't she?

- Oh yes, I think so.

I don't like her very much.

- Well, you're not supposed
to like governesses, are we?

At least this one seems to stay,

which in my experience
is a rarity.

[chuckles] I shall
never forget the trouble

we had with Elizabeth
and her governesses.

Used to come and go
like clockwork mice.

[Virginia laughs]

Mostly Elizabeth's fault.

Oh, she was a little devil.

It was one rather pretty
shy little French woman.

Elizabeth found out she
had a silly crush on me

and forced the poor
creature to race her

down the back stairs
on a tin tray

and give her free sweets or
she'd give it away to Marjorie.

[Virginia and Richard laugh]

- Girls are much nastier
than boys.

- No.
- Oh yes, they are.

They have far more imagination.

All the same, I can't see
Alice getting Miss Treadwell

racing down stairs
on a tin tray.

- No.

Alice is a nice child.

- She has her moments,

but she can be abominably
obstinate and we all spoil her.

Yes, you're right.

It's probably quite a good
thing we're going away tomorrow.

- Come on.

- In Xanadu did Kubla Khan.

A stately pleasure-dome decree.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan.

A stately pleasure-dome decree.

Where do you think
Xanadu is, Thimble?

Somewhere beyond the
round pond I should think,

but you wouldn't know, being
only an ignorant sort of a dog.

- Don't put your face
near the dog, Alice.

-[Alice] Oh, he never bites me.

- That's not the point.

You should never allow a dog

to lick you or put
your face near it.

Dogs are dirty creatures.

Think of the places they go

and I thought I said he
was not to be allowed

in the schoolroom during
working hours.

Preparation time is just as
much working hours as any other.

[bell rings]

- Schoolroom, Frederick.

- Whatever could she want now?

They've had their tea.

- Marvelous, that boy.

Never complains.

She has him up and down them
stairs like an Egyptian slave.

If he's been up once today,
he's been up 20 times.

Now if that had been Edward.

- Edward never shirked his work

when he was footman,
Mrs. Bridges.

Now he's doing two jobs
instead of one,

he's being flogged to death.

-[Richard] Aye, and
he done half moan.

- I've never heard him moan.

He's been washing down and
polishing that wretched motorcar

since two o'clock
this afternoon.

He's still got all his
lordship's suits to sponge and
press.

All Frederick's got to
do is answer the bells.

- If the governess
wants something,

that is what the footman
is here for.

With them all away, there is
very little else to occupy him.

Any of you, come to that,

so if Miss Treadwell
should wish anything.

- Well, we start spring
cleaning tomorrow.

Rose is gonna help me
with the chandeliers.

- You should really
shouldn't, Rose.

It is not your place.

- Not my place.

I think I know my
place, Mr. Hudson.

What with Lily away
on her holidays,

it's not something you
can do on your own.

There's a distinct knack
with chandeliers,

especially in London
with all the

fog and smoke on the glass.

- She can't keep
still, that girl.

Fidgety.

[Frederick knocks]

-[Miss Treadwell] Would
you take the dog

to Rose's room, please
Frederick?

- Yes, Miss Treadwell.

- I'm sure Frederick
can manage, Alice.

- Come along, Thimble,
that's it.

- Do sit up properly, Alice.

All the money your
mother spends on

dancing lessons and deportment.

I don't know.

- Oh, she said to give
the dog to you, Rose.

- Oh, did she say anything else?

-[Frederick] No.

- Did Miss Alice seem upset?

- Oh, not as I noticed.

- Thank you, Fred.

And then you give the
pieces a wipe over

with this powder blue
before the final polish

and that gives the glass
an extra sparkle.

- Oh, I thought that was
just for looking glasses.

- Oh no, all glass.

There was an old housemaid
called Ida

at Southall taught me that.

She taught me so much.

It was really...

- Thank you, Frederick.

- Who does she think she is?

Miss high and mighty, eh?

You should've refused
to take it into her.

- I'm not in the habit of
disobeying orders, Daisy.

- She asked Frederick
to serve her coffee

in the morning room and
Frederick consulted me.

I could see no reasonable
blunts for refusing her request.

Miss Treadwell is the
governess in this house

and before she left,
the mistress asked me

to do my best to see
that she was comfortable.

- Well, all very well
her being comfortable,

but have you ever heard
of a governess

being served coffee
in the morning room?

Couldn't the old cow
see we was working?

- Rose.

I am sure she has two
eyes in her head

the same as everyone else.

Could you not find
some other way

to occupy yourself
this afternoon?

With our ladyship's clothes,
for instance.

- I tell you, Mr. Hudson,
if our ladyship was here--

- She is not here, Rose,
so let's be sensible.

- That's right, Miss Alice.

That's mixed nice and smooth.

Now the next thing you have
to do is to fold the flour in.

Gently, but firmly.

That's right.

Now let's have the tin, Ruby.

There you are, you see,
now there's the tin

all papered and buttered
and when you've mixed that,

you pour the contents
into the tin.

We bake in a moderate hot
oven for about an hour.

Makes a delicious cake.

That's a French receipt.

It's called genoise paste.

- Genoise paste.

- Yes.

Would you like me to
give you the receipt?

- Oh, would you, Mrs. Bridges?

I'd like so much to
be a good cook.

[Mrs. Bridges chuckles]

- Not that you'll have
to do much cooking

in your position
in life, my dear,

but still, what I always says is

if the mistress of the
house knows what's what,

if you understand my meaning,

everybody in the kitchen is
kept on their toes [chuckles].

-[Ruby] Mrs. Bridges.

The tartlet should be ready now.

- Ruby, don't interfere.

I know when the tartlets
will be ready.

- Do you think they will
be ready now, Mrs. Bridges?

- Should we have a look and see?

Well, now there.

Just look at that.

Nice and crisp and as short
a crust as you can wish for.

I'll tell you something,
Miss Alice.

Ruby couldn't make
tartlets like that.

Not in all these years.

Not in a month of Sundays.

- I'm sure you could, Ruby.

I'm sure Ruby will make
a very good cook one day.

- One day, when pigs have wings.

- Miss Alice.

Miss Treadwell is
asking for you.

If you will kindly go
up to the school.

- Oh well.

We'll have to go on with
it another time, my dear,

and mind you have a nice wash

and tidy up before you see her.

- Mrs. Bridges.

Would you be so kind
as to come into

the servant's hall for a moment?

- It's really wonderful, the
way that girl has with pastry.

Oh, Ruby, just tidy up
the table, will you?

- I would like Ruby to come too,

if you please, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, all right.

What's all this about
then, Mr. Hudson?

-[Hudson] Rose, will
you step into

the servant's hall, please?

- Oh well, I ought--
- You may bring the dog too.

[sewing machine whirring]

Daisy, that's enough.

-[Daisy] Well, what is it?

- Now I want you to listen.

This applies to all of us.

The governess does
not wish Miss Alice

to visit the servant's
quarters anymore.

- What on earth?

- Now please, please listen.

In future, when you
come upon Miss Alice

in the normal course
of your duties,

you will all treat her
with that polite formality.

Just as you would treat any
other member of the family.

- How come this then all
of a sudden, Mr. Hudson?

That's what I'd like to know.

- So would I too.

- It appears that Miss
Alice has been somewhat

backwards and inattentive
with her work lately

and the governess believes that

associating with the
servants has not been

beneficial to her concentration.

- Pitiful.

Associating with the servants.

Well, I'm gonna treat Miss Alice

just the same as I always
have done, so there.

- Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, go in and tidy up the
table like I told you, Ruby.

Then come in and lay
up here for us.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh
dear, Mr. Hudson.

How long is this going on for?

- I have no idea, Mrs. Bridges.

- Well, if you ask me,

it's gonna get worse
before it gets better.

That I'm sure of.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote
the poem Kubla Khan in 1797.

It was said he dreamt
it, and when disturbed

by a person from Polack,
wrote it down.

- Thank you, Jennifer.

Now Alice, will you begin
to recite the poem please.

- In Xanadu did Kubla Khan.

A stately pleasure-dome decree.

Where,

where something the
sacred river ran--

- Stop now, what is the
name of the sacred river?

Jennifer?

- Alph.

- Correct.

Go back please, Alice.

- Where Alph, please Miss
Treadwell, isn't that a bit
silly?

- Continue with the
poem please, Alice.

- Where Alph.

[Alice and Jennifer laugh]

-[Miss Treadwell]
What is so funny?

- Where Alph.

[Alice and Jennifer laugh]

- When you've both
quite finished,

you will write out the
entire poem four times.

- But Miss Treadwell, it's
nearly eleven o'clock.

We were going to take
Thimble down to the park.

- Well, we are not now
going to the park.

Let this be a lesson to you

not to be so vulgar,
rude, and silly.

You may proceed.

- Poor little thing hasn't
been out all morning.

Must be bursting.

- It wasn't my fault, Rose.

Miss Treadwell kept us in.

- Well, why didn't
you say something?

- I did, Rose, honestly.

- Alice, go to the
schoolroom at once.

-[Alice] Stay.

- I thought this dog was
supposed to be house trained.

How dare you disobey
my orders, Alice?

- I haven't.
- I haven't, Miss Treadwell.

- I haven't, Miss Treadwell.

- I expressly forbade
you to talk to

the servants or go
to their quarters.

- Rose is my friend.

My dog has to live in
her room because of you.

- Don't be insolent with me.

You shall be punished
for your behavior.

- Bread and water.

Never heard nothing like it.

Like medieval torture.

I suppose she expects
us to slap up dinner.

- I gather Miss Alice has
been very disobedient.

There was an altercation
concerning Rose and the dog.

- Poor little thing.

- Miss Alice can be very woeful
and obstinate on occasion.

- She's a sweet angel of a
child, that girl, and clever
too.

It's the way people are
treated, that's what I say.

Animals too.

After all, she's only
a little girl still.

- Well, when I was her age,

I'd run away from mill
to work in service.

- And from the look
of this sauce,

it's a pity you didn't
stay in the mill.

- I don't care what anyone says.

I never could stand that dried
up stick of an old woman.

She's more like a witch.

- Oh really, Rose, you're
just being childish.

- I am not.

I love Miss Alice.

She's a real darling and
that woman hates her.

She shouldn't be allowed near
children, much less in charge.

- Well, Master William
seemed fond enough of her.

She can't be all bad.

- Poo.

- Schoolroom supper
ready yet, Mrs. Bridges?

- Yes, Frederick.

Bread and water for Miss Alice

and some nice tepid congealed
stew for Miss Treadwell.

- She won't like it.

-[Mrs. Bridges] You just
take it up to her

and stop answering back.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

[Thimble growling]

- Thimble.

Oh, Thimble.

Golly.

- What are you doing, Alice?
- Nothing.

- Nothing?

You lied to me, Alice.

-[Alice] Look, I'm sorry.

I'll pay for a new pair,
really I will.

Thimble didn't mean to.

Honestly.
- This dog.

You're not fit to
be in the house.

- Oh, Miss Treadwell please, no!

- I'll teach you a lesson.
[Thimble barking]

- No!

I hate you, you horrid
wicked fool.

- How dare you, go to
your room this minute.

Wait till your mother
hears of this.

Go to your room.

- You wish to see me?

- Yes, Hudson, I did.

Firstly, would you give my
compliments to Mrs. Bridges

and tell her that my
supper was quite inedible?

- I'm sorry, miss, I
will speak to her.

- One would've thought
in a house like this,

one could expect something
properly cooked, even if simple.

- Yes, miss.

- Now about the dog.

I'm afraid I find his
presence in the house

a disturbing and disruptive
influence.

It cannot go on.

I've decided therefore to take
it to the veterinary surgeon

to be disposed of in
a humane manner.

- I'm sure that Rose
could keep the dog

in some safe place
until Miss Alice--

-[Miss Treadwell] I find
Rose has singly failed

to look after the dog as
I was promised she would.

- I see.

Have you mentioned
this to Miss Alice?

-[Miss Treadwell]
I think that is

hardly your concern, Hudson.

- No, miss.

- Will you please see that the
animal is placed in a basket

or some other similar receptacle

and brought to the hall at
10 o'clock tomorrow morning?

I shall require a taxi cab

and the services of the
footman to carry the animal.

Thank you, Hudson,
that will be all.

- But her ladyship
gave Miss Treadwell

the authority before she left.

She said to me the governess
is to do as she thinks fit

in everything concerning
Miss Alice.

Those were her very words.

- Yes, but we're not gonna
do what she thinks fit

'cause we don't think it's
fit, do we, Mr. Hudson?

- She's up there, Mr. Hudson.

- Where is the dog?

- I'm sorry, Miss Treadwell.

It appears it has been mislaid.

- You mean it has been
deliberately mislaid.

Hidden, in fact.

- Not as far as I know.

Rose reported to me that--

- Where is Rose?

- She is downstairs, miss.

- I wish to know the
whereabouts of the dog, please.

Hudson, will you please
ask the staff

the whereabouts of
Miss Alice's dog?

- Rose?

-[Rose] Oh, you asking me?

- Yes, Rose, we are asking you.

- Well, Miss Treadwell,
in the first place,

my name isn't Rose,
it's Miss Buck

and please don't forget it.

I'm Lady Bellamy's maid and
as such I don't have to answer

to anybody in this household
except my mistress.

Least of all a governess.

Secondly, that dog don't belong
to you, me, nor anyone else.

It belongs to Miss Alice
and she loves it.

- Where is it?

- I don't know where it is

and if I did know, I
wouldn't tell you.

You'd be the last person
in the world I'd tell

'cause you can't stand seeing
people fond of each other.

Like Miss Alice is
fond of Thimble,

I'm fond of her and
she's fond of me.

It drives you mad with
jealousy, don't it?

- Rose.

- Will anyone tell me the
whereabouts of the dog?

- It--
- Well?

- It run away.

- Bosh.

So this is a conspiracy
of silence.

Well, I hope you all
know what you're doing.

That's all I can say.

I've had a telegram saying
Lord and Lady Bellamy

are returning tomorrow
and God help you all.

-[Ruby] That's done it.

- Oh, Lord.

- What's the matter with her?

It has run away, hasn't it?

- Yes, Ruby, of course it has

and it's none of your
business anyway.

Now come into the kitchen and
help me with the vegetables.

- After all that, where is it?

- It's in our room
over the garage.

[Daisy and Rose laugh]

[bells ringing]

- I've finished my prep,
Miss Treadwell.

Please may I go down
and see Thimble.

- No, you may not.

- But I said I was sorry.

I really am sorry.

I'll tell Mummy it was all
my fault and everything.

- I should think so too.

- Please, please may I
go down and see Thimble?

He is my dog.

- I've told you once no,
just do as you're told.

- I'm going down to see Thimble,
I haven't seen him all day.

I don't care what you or Mummy

or Uncle Richard or anyone say.

- Alice.

If you must know, the
dog is no longer there.

- What?

What's...

You haven't, you couldn't have.

- According to the servants,
it is run away and is lost.

- But darling Thimble,
how awful.

We must go look for
him, everyone.

I mean, lost in London with
all the cars and the buses.

He's probably gone to the
park or to the shop by now.

Have you told police about him?

- The dog has nothing
to do with me.

-[Alice] But I must go
and see Rose, I must.

- You will not see anyone
or leave this house

until your parents
get back tomorrow.

-[Alice] I must.

[sobs]

- He's on Daisy's bed
sleeping sound as a bell.

I reckon that little
dog's the only one

in this household who
will sleep sound tonight.

- What are you up to now, Rose?

- It's for Miss Alice,
to tell her.

I'll push it under the door.

That old cow must
be asleep by now.

- I think you're being
most unwise, Rose.

- Why?

- Telling Miss Alice.

- Well, it'd be inhuman not to.

Do you know I could
even hear her crying

when I went up to air
their bed for tomorrow?

- Nevertheless, a child
on house stay

should not be told any secrets.

She'll blurt it out and then
that woman will have the dog

along to the vets first thing
before her ladyship returns.

- Oh, I hadn't thought of that.

Perhaps you're right.

- Oh, Rose.

Tell me, tell me please.
- Miss Alice.

- What's happened to Thimble?
- You'll catch your death.

- What's happened to Thimble?

- Oh, Miss Alice.

- I'm afraid your wee dog
is missing, Miss Alice.

We're doing everything
we can to find him

and the police have
been informed.

- Oh, so it's true.

Oh, Rose.

- Well, we'll probably
find him in the morning.

[chuckles] Can't have gone
far, can he, Mr. Hudson?

- No, no, probably someone's
taken him in for the night

and after all, he
has got his name

and address on his collar.

- But what if he's been
hurt or run over?

- Well, then we should know.

- The police would tell us.

- Yes, so no news is good news.

Come along, Miss Alice.

You go upstairs to bed
and try not to worry.

I'll be up to tuck you in later.

- Will you pray for
Thimble, please?

- Yes, Miss Alice.
- Certainly, Miss Alice.

- How I hate that woman.

-[Alice] Any news
of Thimble, Daisy?

- None that I know
of, Miss Alice.

[car rumbling]

- They're back, it's the car.

It's Mummy and Uncle Richard.

- Alice, look at your
hair, do it at once.

-[Alice] I don't care.

- I trust you had a
good trip, my lord.

- Excellent, thank you, Hudson.

Food was wonderful.

Don't tell Mrs. Bridges that.

- Will you be requiring
breakfast, my lady?

- No, we had some
on the boat trip,

but some coffee would be
nice, wouldn't it, darling?

- Oh, yes please, Frederick.
- Very good, Mr. Hudson.

- Excuse me, my lord, I wonder
if I might speak to you.

- Oh, Alice, darling.
- Alice.

- Hello, Uncle Richard.
- How are you, darling?

- Terrible, everything's awful.

Everything's gone wrong.

Come in here quickly.

Poor darling Thimble's lost

and no one can find
him anywhere.

Miss Treadwell's been
dreadfully horrid.

Rose thinks she's a
bit cuckoo and so do I.

You mustn't believe
a word she says.

- Excuse me, my lady.

The governess would like
to speak to you.

- Hudson, we've only
just come off the train.

- This matter is extremely
urgent, Lady Bellamy.

- All right.

Oh Alice, darling.

Run upstairs and
help Rose unpack.

Please, darling.

Thank you, Hudson.

- My lady.

- We were so sorry to
hear about the dog.

- If you ask me, the
servant's are hiding it.

It's not lost at all, it's
all part of their plot.

- Plot?

- I suppose Hudson's
been telling you

a pack of lies about me.

- Miss Treadwell, I
have known Hudson

for a great number of
years and I can assure you

he is one of the most
honest men I have ever met.

- What has been the
trouble, Miss Treadwell?

- Every single person
in this house

has conspired to subvert
my authority, Lady Bellamy.

The lady's maid has
been impertinent

and has insulted me to my
face in front of the others.

The butler has disobeyed
my orders and lied to me.

The cook has tried to poison me

and the footman laughs
at me behind my back.

Never in all my experience
have I come across

such a disagreeable,
mutinous pack of servants.

No wonder your daughter's
such a tiresome, willful girl

when she's allowed
to mix with them.

She actually struck
me, that girl.

She needs a good beating.

She's the one that needs
the discipline

of the boarding school,
if anyone does.

- There is good news
about the dog, my lady.

It has been found in the news.

- Oh good, Hudson.

- There, there, you see?

What did I tell you?

The second you return, the
dog is miraculously found.

The sooner it's got rid of
and put to sleep, the better.

- Put to sleep?

- Yes, it's a dirty,
destructive animal.

Half the trouble in this house
has been caused by that dog.

It's upset Alice, it's upset me.

- It sounds to me,
Miss Treadwell,

as though you would be
happier away from here.

- I can assure you,
Lady Bellamy,

I wouldn't have stayed
another second in this house

had it not been for a sense of
duty to you and Lord Bellamy.

- That's very loyal of
you, Miss Treadwell,

but we're back now, so
you needn't worry.

Can I suggest two weeks
salary in lieu of notice?

- So I'm to be thrown
out like a, like a--

- Miss Treadwell, you
yourself suggested--

- I suggest that you get
rid of Rose and that butler

and then you might get some
control over your daughter.

- I think that is a
matter for us to decide.

- I see.

I knew you wouldn't
listen to me.

You never do, you
sort of people.

No wonder your servants run rife

the minute you're back's turned.

- Miss Treadwell.

- Very well, I'll
go with pleasure.

Four weeks salary it should be,

if you look at the usual
terms of employment

as laid down by the agencies.

- All right, four weeks salary.

- Thank you.

- Oh dear.

I really think she is quite mad.

Oh, I do hate rows.

I wonder if I've
got enough money

to pay her without
going to the bank.

- How much did you pay her?

- One pound a week.

- Well, let's see.

Looks like I'll manage.

There you are.

- Thank you, darling.

Oh, would you pour
me out some coffee?

I really feel quite giddy.

- Poor woman.

She really seems to
hate servants and dogs.

- And little girls.

- Not a very good
recommendation for a governess.

- What on earth has
been going on here?

What are we going
to do with Alice?

- Well, now we must
talk about that.

- Poor darling Thimble.

What a dreadful thing to
happen to a darling little dog.

Do you know last night
we were all...

Isn't it wonderful news about
Thimble, Miss Treadwell?

Aren't we going to the museums?

- You can do whatever you
like, as far as I'm concerned.

I'm no longer in charge of you.

- Mummy!

- Put your finger
on the knot, Ruby.

You're not lacing through.

- Miss Treadwell's
leaving, she's been sacked.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh, I say.

- Miss Treadwell's leaving,
isn't it wonderful news?

Thank you all for
finding Thimble.

- Oh, my lady.

I think this chiffon had
best go to the cleaners.

- Oh yes, some clumsy Frenchman
spilled some wine over it.

I hope it'll come out.

- Oh, I should think so.

They're very clever at
what they can do nowadays.

My lady.

I hope you don't think that I

deliberately disobeyed
Miss Treadwell.

-[Virginia] Oh no, of
course not, Rose.

- If I did, it was but
for Miss Alice's sake

and poor Thimble.

- I'm so glad Miss
Treadwell's leaving, Mummy.

- Yes, darling.

I'm afraid Miss Treadwell
has been,

well, rather silly
about everything.

I'm sorry.

- Need I have another governess?

- I've just been talking to your

Uncle Richard about
that very thing.

He thinks it would be best if
you went to a daily school.

There's several very
good ones in London.

- Oh, yes please, Mummy.

- Well, we'll have to see.

I've just had a letter
from William.

-[Rose] Oh, how is he
getting on, my lady?

- Listen, Rose.

Dear, Mummy, I hope
you are well.

I am very well.

We had a lecture
about lifeboats.

It was very good.

I'm in Dorm B, must stop now.

Lots of love to everyone,
including Tready and Thimble.

P.S. tell Tready I came
second in maths last week

and thank her for the
funny postcard.

- I've never known a taxicab
to take quite so long.

- Oh, it's coming from the
rank and it's a long way.

It will be here directly, miss.

- Goodbye, Miss Treadwell.

- Goodbye, Alice.

- Come on, Thimble.

Come on.

[taxi approaching]

- Your taxicab is here.

Goodbye, Miss Treadwell.

- Goodbye, Hudson.

To the Wall Street
station please.

[gentle orchestral music]

- Look, Rose.

Aren't those pictures clever?

- Yes, mister, very nice.

- Come on.

Come along.