All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S02E04 Whom God Hath Joined WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

[slow orchestra music]

- Good thing you haven't
got any nephews and nieces.

- Oh what's that Mrs. Bridges?

- The time you take writing
out your Christmas cards.

- Oh, well, it's more of a
hobby, really, handwriting.

- Yes, I know.

It's your brother-in-law
as usual, I suppose?

- Yes, we've been exchanging
seasonal greetings now

for 15 years.

- Oh, well, I think it's nice
for a man to have a hobby.

Especially a proper as
one as handwriting.

Let me tell you, her Ladyship
could take a leaf out of

your book.

The menus she send
me down sometimes,

I can't make head
or tail of them.

- Oh, well, the mistress of
the household does have a

great many duties to
perform, Mrs. Bridges.

- Ooh I know, I wasn't meanin'
to criticize, Mr. Hudson.

[bell rings]

It's just, I sometimes
wonder whether she gets what

she asks for.

- Who on Earth can that be?

We're only expecting
Mrs. Kirbridge for tea,

but that's not til five.

- Hello, Hudson, I'm early.

Have I put everyone on a hop?

- Uh, not at all,
Mrs. Kirbridge.

- It's these lovely motor
cars, puts all our timing out.

Thank you.

Is mother in?

- She's in the morning
room, madame.

What does all this mean, Rose?

I understood Mrs. Kirbridge
was simply coming for tea.

- I know, Mr. Hudson, there's
been a change of plans.

- But I have not been informed.

- I know you haven't, Hudson,
I only decided this morning.

Help Thomas with the
luggage, would you?

- Hello, my darling.

- Hello.

- You're very early.

- Not only that, mother
dear, but I've come to stay.

You don't mind, do you?

Only Lawrence had to go and
visit an aunt in Shropshire.

Christmas with Rose in
Greenwich didn't seem much fun,

so I thought we'd
both come here.

Oh Lord, you're not doing
your cards already, are you?

I haven't given them a thought.

- What do you mean, Lawrence
is staying in Shropshire

over Christmas?

- He may.

- But you didn't go with him?

- I didn't want to see
his boring aunt.

- But it's your first
Christmas together.

- Oh mother, what
does that matter?

No doubt there'll be others.

He did offer to take
me, but I told him

I preferred you and Papa.

Aren't you pleased?

- Well yes of course.

- If one has some prior
warning of these things,

one can make the necessary
arrangements.

As it is, the room needs
airing, a good dust.

And Brenda's cut her hand
badly on a broken vase,

so she can't manage it.

- But don't look at me, Mr.
Hudson, I don't even work here.

- It's a nice room
to come home to.

- But it's beautiful.

Thank you, darling.

- Any jolly parties in store?

Oh, the Londonderrys.

Can I come?

- Hm, yes, yes, of
course you can.

- Do you remember
that other time,

after I came back from Germany?

You all had such hopes for
me, and I dashed them all

by behaving disgracefully.

Oh what a long time
ago that seems.

Talking of disgrace, I had
a lovely letter from James

the other day, it was really
happy for the first time,

as if he'd got things
right at last.

Has he, do you think?

- Yes, we had a very reassuring
letter from Colonel Pitt,

saying how well he'd
settled down.

He said James is a great asset
to the regimental polo team.

- And Sarah?

- Sarah?

Oh she's at Southwold, as
you know, she's being well

taken care of.

- Yes, I have no doubt.

- Darling, you're not ...

- What?

Oh, pregnant, you mean!

No, mama, sorry.

- Oh, well it is a bit soon.

Shall we have some tea?

Then we can have a
lovely long talk

before your father gets
home and monopolizes you.

[bell rings]

-[Male Voice] [coughs]

[door opens and closes]

- Raaah! [animal sound]
- Ooh!

Oh my goodness, tortures me.

Wherever did you get that from?

- Well I found it in the
dicky of our motorcar, Mrs. B.

- Oh?

For me?

- Well, to be disposed
of as you think fit.

- Oh, well, I don't know.

- Well they weren't needing
it at Greenwich, see,

so, I thought I'd find
a good home for it.

I mean, you're fond of
animals, aren't you?

- Oh!

[voices talking]

- It's very thoughtful
of you, my boy.

Very thoughtful, indeed.

- Now take up the sugar
and cream and take it to.

- I consider you're taking
advantage of my loyalties,

Mr. Hudson.

- And who taught you to
use such long words, Rose?

- Influence of a poet's
household, hey, Rosie?

- I don't care what is the
influence, of all I know

is that I'm being used.

Where's Edward for
heaven's sake?

- Haven't you heard
about Edward?

He got took in the night!

- Took?

- Yes, he was rushed off
to the hospital last Friday

with his appendix.

I believe he's progressing
quite satisfactorily.

- Well, I don't know, Brenda
cut her hand, Edward taken

off to hospital, not very
lucky, our sort, is it?

- Oh, what about your
house, then, Rose, aye?

-[Rose] Um, I, I don't know
what you're talking about,

Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh yes you do.

What's Miss Elizabeth
doing here?

What's been going on?

- Now, now, Mrs. Bridges, you
know better than to ask our

Rose for any tittle tattle.

- I only want to know
what we all want to know,

Mr. Hudson!

Don't tell me your ears
haven't been burning, too.

- Rose, get your coat
off, take the tea up.

- Oh, that's not
fair, Mr. Hudson!

Besides, I can't serve morning
room tea dressed like this.

- Her Ladyship won't
mind, just this once.

- Here, I'll give you a
hand if you like, Rose.

- Oh I can manage.

- You know, that girl
is assuming far too much

independence for her own good.

- Maybe she has to,
where she works now.

- This your work, Mr. Hudson?

- [laughs] That's his hobby.

- Handwriting.

- I make a study of it, yes.

- Very nice.

What sort of stuff you write,
apart from Christmas cards?

- What do I write, well I ...

Why I copy out passages
from the newspapers.

- Copy?

What's the point?

- The point?

- Yes, I mean other
people's stuff.

Why not something of your own?

You know, a poem, or
your own thoughts?

- Oh, he does write
his daily journal,

don't you Mr. Hudson?

- Oh the tittle tattle,
aye, well, that's a start,

I suppose.

You can always sell it
if times get hard.

-[Mrs. Bridges] [laughs]

- I was only joking, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, of course he
was, Mr. Hudson.

Where's your sense of humor?

-[Mr. Bellamy] Hello, Rose.

What are you doing here?

- Helping out, Mr. Bellamy.

- Aren't you required
in Greenwich?

- Oh, um, Mrs. Kirbridge
is here, sir.

- Oh that's right, of course,
she was coming to tea.

My angel!

-[Elizabeth] Hello, Papa!

- How lovely to see you.

[kisses]

And looking so bright!

Bright as a button.

Hello, my dear.

- Hello, darling.

Lawrence has had to visit
an aunt in Shropshire,

so Elizabeth's come to stay.

Isn't that nice?

- Wha-, that's wonderful.

- That's too many frocks
for a short visit.

- Mrs. Kirbridge always takes
a lot of frocks with her.

You should have seen how
many she took with her when

she went on her honeymoon
to Vienna,

and that was only a fortnight.

- Oh, there's no point in
keeping up this pretense, Rose.

I can put two and two together
even if no one else can.

- Yes, I'm sure you
can, Miss Roberts,

and that's just about the
limit of your education.

- How dare you talk
to me like that?

- Oh I dare all right.

'Cause we're on equal
footing now, remember?

I am a lady's maid
now, just like you.

- Proper lady's maids do not
carry up trays to the morning

room, or dust the bedrooms.

[silverware clanging]

- Mr Hudson.

Ah, Mr. Hudson, I was
wondering in view of your

shortage of staff, whether I ...

Perhaps might lend a hand?

- That won't be necessary,
thank you Mr. Watkins.

We can manage.

- We can't, not with
half the staff took sick.

- I could wait a table,
Mr. Hudson.

I'm not without experience,
as Rose would vouch.

- Oh, go on, Mr. Hudson,
the boy's made a kind offer.

Why don't you let
him help you out?

- Well, if her Ladyship
finds it acceptable,

I suppose he may.

-[Mr. Hudson] Oh please,
Miss Roberts.

-[Miss Roberts] I'm
sorry, Mr. Hudson.

Oh, who are you?

-[Mr. Watkins] Me?

- That's Mr. Watkins.

He's Mr. Kirbridge's manservant.

- Oh yes, I've heard about you.

-[Mr. Watkins] Nothing
bad, I hope?

- Not yet.

Now are you staying, too?

- Why should he?

Mr. Watkins is gonna drive
the motorcar back to Greenwich

after we've all had our
dinner, aren't you Mr. Watkins?

- Elizabeth's had a letter
from James, darling.

She really thought he
sounded happy, didn't you?

- That's good, has he
fallen in love do you think?

- He didn't mention it.

- Well, that's what he needs,
some nice young governess

he can bring home as his bride.

- Oh father, what a dreadful
thing to wish on your son.

- Not at all, all the best
girls are going out to Windale

as governesses, it's a
wonderful opportunity for them.

-[Lady Marjorie] Yes,
Felicity Davenport.

- And Rayelton's
daughter Daphne.

-[Lady Marjorie] Felicity
landed a major.

- Oh, good for Felicity,
what did he weigh?

-[Lady Marjorie] Darling.

- Well you do make him
sound like a prized trout.

What would James be, a
sort of eel, perhaps?

- And Lars, what would he be?

- I think this is a silly game.

- No it isn't, it's
illuminating.

- Lawrence, I think I
see Lawrence as ...

A place.

-[Mr. Bellamy] A place?

- A place.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Why a place?

- I don't know, I just
see him as one.

-[Lady Marjorie] I don't think
that's very illuminating.

- It is to me.

- How's his poetry
getting along?

Has he written anything lately?

- No, nothing.

- Aren't you his inspiration?

- Apparently not.

-[Lady Marjorie] Well darling,

One can't add poetry to order.

Lawrence has a lot on his mind,
adjusting to married life.

- Living in Greenwich.

- What's wrong with Greenwich?

- Nothing to you, but
it stifles Lawrence.

- Stifles him, why?

- I thought I'd do some
Christmas shopping tomorrow,

darling, would you like
to come with me?

We could give each other
ideas like we used to.

Do you remember?

Choosing things for
James and Papa?

- I don't want to be
little again, mother.

- I don't think your
mother meant that you ...

- Yes, she did.

She sees my marriage in ruins,
and she wants to protect me

by making me little
again, I don't want that.

- What did you say?

- Your marriage in ...

-[Mr. Bellamy] In, in ruins?

What on Earth do you mean?

- It's plain enough,
haven't you guessed?

I've given enough hints, what
do you think I'm doing here?

- Darling, please.
[speaks in French]

- [speak in French]

So does Hudson now.

- Do you mean what you say?

- I'm sorry, Papa, yes.

-[Lady Marjorie] After only
six months, I can't believe it.

- No, of course you
can't believe it, Mama.

You don't want to believe it.

You'll have to face the
gossip and the sniggering

of your friends.

But can't you think beyond that?

Can't you think of me for once?

[chair slides on floor]

- Don't cry, Miss
Lizzie, please don't cry.

It's not as bad as you think.

You got it all out and Papa ...

- Don't you tell me, Rose.

- Miss Lizzie?

- And don't call me Miss Lizzie.

I'm a married woman, married!

Which is more than
you'll ever be.

-[Rose] What?

- At least I've tried!

I've offered myself, but you,

you've never offered
yourself to anyone.

So how can you give me advice?

- I wasn't trying to.

- You and Thomas, you think I
didn't hear you late at night?

Teasing him and then stopping.

Let me tell you Rose, that
unless you're prepared to

give yourself utterly, and
risk making a fool of yourself,

you'll never get
anything in life!

You'll end up withered
here inside.

I mean, look at you already!

At least I'll never
end up like you.

- Well, I'm off now,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, back to Greenwich
then, are you?

- Back to Greenwich,
yes, for the time being.

- Oh, well, we'll be seeing
you again soon, I expect.

- I hope so.

I do hope so, Mrs. B.

I'd done the dishes, so you'll
have a nice clean kitchen

in the morning.

- I knew you'd do something
like that.

Oh, you're a good boy,
Thomas, you are really.

- Aye, well you're not
a bad cook, neither.

- Oh. [laughs]

[kiss]

Ooh! [laughs]
- Good night Mrs. B.

- Good night my dear.

Good night.

- Good night, Rose!

Rosie?

What's the matter, love?

Hey.

Hey what is it?

It's not what happened
at dinner, is it?

We knew that was finished,
we got other fish to fry.

- It isn't that.

- Well, what then?

- After all our years
together, [sniff]

all the things we've shared,
to say such cruel things.

- What things love?

Mrs. Kirbridge, now
what's she said?

- I can't repeat it.

- Course you can.

- Oh, I can't, I can't.

- Come on, you can tell Thomas.

- [crying] Let me go!

[sobbing]

- Ah, Rose, she ...

Seemed a bit upset, like.

Well, it wasn't me, Mr. Hudson.

- Good night, Mr. Watkins.

- No, no, I'm not ...

- Good night!

[door slams]

[knock on door]

- Come in.

Oh, I'm glad it's you.

Is mother very upset?

- Yes, she is, rather.

She's gone to her room.

May I?

- Yes, do.

You want explanations.

- Do you want to give them?

Is it really in ruins,
as you say?

Ruins can be restored.

- Not these ones.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Any
special problem?

- No, no.

- Are you sure?

- No, I told you.

Lawrence doesn't want
a wife, that's all.

-[Mr. Bellamy] But it was
Lawrence who wanted to get

married, you were the one
for the bohemian life.

- Yes, well, there you are.

- Ah, he couldn't cope
with the responsibility.

But, how about his friends,
his fellow artists,

how'd you get on with them?

Did they accept you?

-[Elizabeth] I suppose so.

But obviously I was
always going to be judged,

in terms of what he produces,
his poetry, what I inspired.

I inspired nothing.

- So he took his revenge on you?

-[Elizabeth] No, not exactly.

He didn't spend enough
time with me for that.

- Well you can't be said to be
a negative influence, surely.

- It's a nice debating
point, Papa,

but we're not in the
House of Commons.

[door opens]

- Oh Rose, run me
a bath, would you?

- Yes, madame.

- Oh, and take this down
to be mended, I seem to

have caught it on something.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Does Lawrence
know you've left home?

- No, I don't think so.

-[Mr. Bellamy] What will
he say when he finds out?

- He'll be relieved.

He's not very good at
taking the initiative.

- Darling, are you sure
you haven't left in haste?

Your mother feels, and I
must say, I find it hard

to disagree with her,
that you haven't really

given it much time.

- How much time do you need
to know that you've made

a mistake?

I'm sorry, Papa, it's over.

- No hope at all?

- None.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Are you
absolutely sure?

- I'm absolutely sure.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Then, we must
get in touch with Dillon,

and put the matter in his hands.

- Dillon?

- Geoffrey Dillon,
our solicitor.

You want it ended legally,
don't you?

- Yes, but, must we use him?

He's so dry and chilly.

James said that during
his troubles,

he felt as if he was
facing Judge Jeffreys.

- [laughs] I know how he felt.

But Jeffery Dillon is
loyal and discreet,

and quite simply the
best there is.

I'll see him in the
morning, now, don't worry.

And do try and understand
your mother's feelings.

They may seem a bit
off the mark but,

they're nonetheless real, and
they need careful handling

from both of us.

- Papa.

Thank you for treating
me like a woman and not

an hysterical child.

Even though I may be.

- Oh, the poor girl.

To have such a thing happen.

She's only a baby.

- Well, I guessed, of course.

The minute I saw those
frocks I guessed

it was no casual visit.

- We'd all done our share
of guessing, Miss Roberts.

Even before the frocks.

- Yes, well, now that we've
all expressed our feelings,

I think we should let
the matter rest.

- Well, it was you who
informed us, Mr. Hudson.

- I informed you, Miss
Roberts, to prevent you

hearing it from other ears.

- Rose is taking it badly.

I passed her on the
stairs just now,

and she'd been crying.

- I think you'll find that
Rose's distress is related

to quite another matter,
Miss Roberts.

- Oh?

What's that Mr. Hudson?

- Oh never you mind for
the moment, Mrs. Bridges.

In the meantime, I think we
should all be on our guards.

- Would you lend us a
needle, please Miss Roberts?

Mrs. Kirbridge wants
this mended.

Thanks.

-[Mr. Dillon] Well now,
Mrs. Kirbridge.

- Must you call me
that, Sir Geoffrey?

It does sound a little hollow.

-[Mr. Dillon] Elizabeth.

- It's hardly being familiar.

You've known all about me
since the day I was born.

- I regret that my knowledge
of you is confined nearly

to a handful of facts.

Your birth date, when money
was put into trust for you,

things of that nature.

-[Elizabeth] Well, dark
assuming to change all that.

- How do you mean?

- Well, don't I have to use
you as a kind of confessional?

Tell you intimate details
I wouldn't even tell

my parents?

- It is sometimes necessary
to delve a little.

- The law requires it.

Alright, let's get it over with.

-[Mr. Dillon] Well, first
we have to find grounds.

Since I take it that you're
to be the petitioner.

- I am sorry, I don't
understand.

- It's you who wish to
terminate the marriage?

- Oh, yes, I think so,
if that is allowed.

- It is in certain
circumstances.

It may be necessary to discuss
matters with your husband.

-[Elizabeth] He's in
Shropshire visiting an aunt.

- Has he deserted you?

- In favor of his
aunt, no. [laughs]

I'm sorry.

I think I've deserted him.

- A woman can divorce her
husband only on the grounds

of adultery, coupled
with desertion,

or adultery coupled
with cruelty.

- You mean we choose
one of those?

- In effect, we decide
on the relevant cause.

- Well, neither of
those is relevant.

What else have we got?

- Well, there is of course
the possibility of an

annulment.

Grounds for which
are, for example,

impotence on the part
of the husband.

Might that be relevant?

Think carefully, Elizabeth.

- Well, what exactly is
impotence, legally speaking?

- Thank you, Hudson.

- Sir.

- Is Sir Geoffrey Dillon here?

- He's in the morning room,
sir, with Mrs. Kirbridge.

- Thank you.

- They've been alone
in conference together

for some while now, sir.

Her Ladyship is up in her
room, awaiting the outcome.

- Thank you, Hudson.

- Sir.

- You're saying, Elizabeth,
that sexual intercourse

has never taken place
between you and your husband?

You do understand the
legal definition.

- Yes.

- You've encouraged him,
you've shown yourself willing,

but ...

- He seems to find
the act repugnant.

That's what he says.

But how can he?

I'm not repugnant to him.

Not in my normal daily
life, but ...

When I lie beside him in
bed, and I reach out for him,

he doesn't seem ... [cries]

- Do you know if he's ever had
a satisfactory relationship

with a woman?

I realize you may
not be able to ...

- There was someone, yes.

-[Mr. Dillon] An intimate
relationship?

- I always thought so.

- But now you're not sure.

- No.

- Well, I think we may
have the grounds.

- You mean that's all we need?

- It should be.

A simple medical inspection.

- Medical inspection, of whom?

- Of both of you.

I'll speak to your mother,
it needn't concern you.

- But it does concern
me, I'm to be examined.

- Don't be alarmed my
dear, it's a formality.

Now, shall we call your mother?

- Oh Rose, is Sir Geoffrey
Dillon still in the morning
room?

- Yes, he's finished with
Mrs. Kirbridge on her own,

and now I just think he'll fetch

Lady Marjorie and Mr. Bellamy.

- Ah, I have no doubt a
satisfactory conclusion

is being reached.

- Oh, what would you call
a satisfactory conclusion?

- An annulment, of course.

- Does that mean them
splitting up?

- The marriage is failed, Rose.

- How would you know, you
don't even work there.

- Rose.

- Too many blinkin' people
givin' too many

uninformed opinions.

- Rose, you're forgetting
yourself.

- Am I?

- If I may give you a
little advice, my girl,

forget him.

- Forget who?

- Oh, come on now,
Rose, you can't fool me.

I know you too well.

You've got yourself emotionally
involved with someone.

It's unfortunate but
hardly surprising.

Proximity is next
to familiarity.

But you're a sensible
girl, Rose.

It may be painful, but it's
simply a question of attitude,

of stealing yourself
and seeking diversions.

Perhaps you could
take up a hobby?

- I don't know what you're
talking about, Mr. Hudson.

- Well if nobody wants me
anymore, I think I'll go

and do my Christmas shopping.

[door shuts]

- Well, how was it, Geoffrey?

- I do hope she was sensible.

- Oh yes, we've discovered
the cause of the problem.

- Which is?

- Quite simply, the
marriage is unconsummated.

- What?

-[Mr. Dillon] It's Lawrence
who's the unwilling party,

not Elizabeth.

- Lawrence?

- Good God.

Well, what's the matter
with the fellow?

- Poor child.

- We shouldn't have too
much difficulty in arranging

an annulment.

But we do need proof
of virginity.

Either your own doctor,
or if she'd prefer,

a more impersonal but
sympathetic figure?

May I suggest my friend
Sir William Manning,

recently appointed to
the Royal household?

[door opens]

- Oh, it's you.

- What do you mean, chap?

Just hanging some of
your suits up, sir.

Shall I switch your light on?

- No!

She's gone, then.

- Mrs. Kirbridge has gone to
stay with her parents, sir,

in Eaton Place.

- I know where they live.

Thank you.

Is Rose gone too?

-[Mr. Watkins] Yes, sir.

- And Mrs. Fellows?

-[Mr. Watkins] Gone to stay
with her married daughter, sir.

Awaiting instructions.

I can recall her.

- No, don't do that.

It's just you, then.

- That's right, sir, just me.

Will you be staying
the night here, sir?

- Yes.

But I shan't be getting
to bed just yet.

Do you want some champagne?

- Ah, no thank you sir.

-[Lawrence] Why not?

- Well, if you insist.

-[Lawrence] No, I don't insist.

Have some if you want
some, don't if you don't.

Well?

- Oh, I'd say it's
not unpleasant.

- It damn well shouldn't
be unpleasant, Thomas.

A present from my aunt, and
she knows about these things.

[sighs] Well, what's the
news from Eaton Place?

Am I persona non grata?

- Why, I don't think anything
quite as drastic as that, sir.

- What are they saying in
the servants' quarters?

- Oh I wouldn't have thought
the opinions of servants

held much interest for
someone like yourself, sir.

- Yeah, well, you're
quite right, Thomas,

you're absolutely right.

Who cares about the opinions
of servants?

- I trust your aunt has
not been taken sick, sir?

-[Lawrence] Taken sick,
why should she?

- Necessitating your
unexpected return.

- Necessitating, [laughs]

Oh Thomas, you are
getting pedantic.

Who taught you to speak
like that, aye, Hudson?

The Scotsman?

Only servile servants
talk like that.

You're not one of them.

- Am I not, sir?

- You know you're not.

- Why have you come
back then, sir?

- Ah!

That's better.

Because I was feeling wretched.

And I missed my wife's
company, do you believe that?

- Yes, sir.

- Then you're a fool!

I returned for an assignation
with another lady,

which requires your
utmost discretion.

Would you believe that?

- No, sir.

- No sir, why not, say?

- Because ...

- Because you think
I'm homosexual!

- No, sir.

I th-, I think ...

- What, hm?

Come on man, what'd you think?

- I, I think you're
a romantic, sir.

- A romantic, what in heaven's
name do you know about

romantics?

- I, I read books, sir.

- Yes, well,

Thomas, yes, you're right.

I am a romantic.

I can love a woman,
I love my wife, but,

but not the way she wants.

Not here!

Oh sit down man, for
God's sakes, sit down!

That's better.

Thomas,

Thomas, do you like taking
ladies to bed?

Huh, do ya?

Do you enjoy the sexual act?

- Well, eh,

yes I have to admit I do,

I do fancy it, sir.

- You do fancy it.

- Yes well I'm only
normal, and ...

- Normal?

Thomas, will you stay with me?

- I beg your pardon.

- Will you stay with
me, as my man?

Well, that's surely
your decision, sir.

I mean after all, I'm
still in your employ.

- But my wife engaged you.

- Yes, uh, for you, sir.

- That's true.

That's very true.

And you haven't taken sides.

- One tries to keep
a proper balance.

- You can't do that, Thomas,
either you're with me,

of you're against
me, now choose!

- Choose?

-[Lawrence] Choose now.

- Well, in that case,
naturally, I am with you, sir.

- Do you mean that sincerely,
you wouldn't betray me?

- Oh no, not at all, sir.

- Thomas, would you be
going to Eaton Place

in the near future?

-[ Mr. Watkins] Well,
I could do, sir,

Why, would you like me
to take a message?

- Yes, that wouldn't
be a bad idea.

You tell my wife ...

-[Mr. Watkins] Ah, well it
might be best if I got Rose

to tell it, heh?

- Uh, yes, all right.

Alright, well you tell Rose
to tell Mrs. Kirbridge ...

Um,

Well, tell her to say ...

Uh,

Thomas, would you think
of something for me?

Please?

- Hemorrhoids, my dear Dillon.

They, and they alone won
the Battle of Waterloo.

It's a common medical fact.

- Whose hemorrhoids,
Sir William?

- Oh Napoleon's dear lady.

They gave him merry hell on
the morning of June the 18th

and caused him to
make a late start.

- Coffee talk, William, the
British were ready for him

whatever time he got up.

- The British weren't
ready for anything!

Wellington was entirely
dependent on his allies.

- Quite clearly you're a
Francophile, Sir William.

- Doesn't enter into
it, my dear fellow,

I'm interested in the
relative merit of the

two commanders, that's all.

And I'm trying to tell
old Dillon here that

his hero Wellington was
safe as houses and

done as ditchwater.

Whereas the emperor had flair.

Meet them at the center,
that was his tactic.

- Barbarously unsettled.

[laughter]

- How many soldiers have
you in your collection,

Sir William?

- In my collection, of
flat models only, 14,926.

- Good gracious.

-[Sir William] Is
the child ready?

- Not quite, sir, she apologizes
for keeping you waiting.

- I'm in no hurry.

- Mrs. Bridges,

Has Mr. Hudson said
anything about me?

- Not that I know of, Thomas.

- I tell you why I asked.

The other night,
when I was here,

I helped out with the
dishes, do you remember?

- I certainly do remember,

and a very great help
you were too.

- Well, we had a bit
of a misunderstanding,

Mr. Hudson and I.

- Oh?

- Yes I was through there,
talking to Rose, you see,

and he got the imp-,

- Hello Thomas, What
are you doing here?

- Well I've come
to see you, Rose.

- Oh I haven't got time.

I'm busy getting Miss
Elizabeth ready for the doctor.

You haven't seen Miss
Roberts, have you,

and her boiled curling tongs?

- The doctor?

- Hmm, hasn't she told you?

- No.

- I don't tittle tattle,
Rose, you know me.

- Probably haven't got
around to it, yet.

- Rose.

They're gonna be divorced, then.

- Looks like it.

- Has anybody said what's
gonna happen to us?

- There'll always be
a place for Rose

in the Southwold family,
Mr. Watkins.

What's your business here?

- Well, I've come with a
message from Mr. Kirbridge

to Mrs. Kirbridge, via Rose.

- And what is the message?

- Ah, well, it's private.

[bell rings]

- I don't believe a word.

- Absolute truth, I assure you.

[laughter]

-[Mr. Hudson] Mrs.
Kirbridge is ready, my lady.

- Thank you, Hudson.

Would you show Sir William
up to her room?

-[Mr. Hudson] Very
good, my lady.

If you'll follow
me, Sir William.

- Certainly.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Thank you!

- What a nice man.

- He'd ha' made a
rotten general.

- [laughs]

[knock on door]

- Come in.

- Good morning, my dear.

- Oh, Hudson.

- My lady?

- I wanted to have
a word with you.

Hudson, you must be aware
of what's happening.

Miss Elizabeth's marriage
has not been a success

for various reasons.

- A source of great
sadness, my lady.

- Yes, however, we
must be practical.

- Indeed.

- As the marriage is to
be dissolved, the house

at Greenwich will have
to be sold, and the staff

there disbanded.

Mrs. Fellows will be
given a month's notice.

Rose, of course, will
return to us.

- That will leave Mr. And
Mrs. Kirbridge's manservant,

my lady, Thomas.

- Yes, and I've decided
to ask him to come to us

as a chauffeur.

He struck me as a young
man of resource,

and he does know
about motorcars.

- But Pierce, my lady.

- Well Pierce has already
spoken to Mr. Bellamy

about leaving us to go
back to Lady Wonbraugh,

as head groom.

You know as well as I do,
Hudson, that Pierce has

never really taken
to the motorcar.

And we do need a good chauffeur.

- Eh, quite.

If I may be so bold, my lady,

I can not bring myself
to recommend Thomas.

- Oh, really?

- I agree, he's a young
man of resource, and

familiar with motorcars, but,

I have grave doubts as
to his model character.

Forgive me for speaking
so freely, my lady.

- Oh, please go on, Hudson.

Has he done something particular
to make you feel this?

- To be precise, he has
trifled with Rose's affections.

- Has she herself told you so?

- She no need to my lady.

I inadvertently witnessed a
scene in the servants' hall

in which young Thomas, quite
brutally in my opinion,

reduced the poor girl to tears.

- I see.

- I have spoken with her.

Oh she's a sensible girl,
I'm sure she'll soon recover.

But not with Thomas on
the premises, my lady.

- No, well, thank you, Hudson.

I'll have to think again.

-[Mr. Hudson] My lady.

- Feet off the table
in this house,

if you don't mind, Mr. Watkins.

Put that thing out.

Why are you still here?

You've delivered your message.

- I'm just waiting for
the answer, Mr. Hudson.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Ah, Sir William.

-[Mr. Dillon] All to our
satisfaction, I hope?

- There's nothing
wrong, is there?

- No, dear lady, her
health is excellent.

Considering her condition.

- Her condition?

- Yes, I'm afraid we've
been outgunned,

outflanked, and
outmaneuvered on all sides.

Our virgin bride is three
months pregnant.

[knock on door]

- Come in.

Close the door.

Sit down.

Elizabeth, I always thought
we had a special understanding

of affection and trust.

It seems I was sadly mistaken.

- Why?

- But that's obvious, isn't it?

When we spoke the other
evening, you led me to believe

the failure of your
marriage lay with Lawrence.

- I hope I didn't ...

- When Sir Geoffrey
questioned you,

you told him a deliberate lie.

You said the marriage
had not been consummated.

- That's true, it hadn't.

- Are you saying that
Lawrence is not the father

of the child you're carrying?

- Yes.

- Then who in God's name is?

- It's not important.

- But of course it's
important, are you mad?

Who is he?

- A friend of ours.

- I'm sorry, Elizabeth,
I may seem simple.

But are you saying within
six months of you marriage,

you took a friend, a mutual
friend of both of you,

to your bed?

- Yes.

- Then quite clearly, I
don't know you at all.

- Come on, father,
it's not so awful.

I have no doubt it was
done in your day, too.

Lawrence knew about it.

- He what?

- Of course he did.

He couldn't please me
himself in that direction,

so he delegated the task.

- My God, with whom?

When I find the young
scoundrel, I'll thrash him.

- He's not a young scoundrel,
and you won't thrash him.

He's as eminent is his
own field as you are.

And about your age.

It was all done with
decorum and taste.

- What's his name?

- Must you really know?

- Yes, tell me.

- His name is Sir
Edwin Partridge.

He's Lawrence's publisher.

I wouldn't go and see
him if I were you.

He's capable of causing
a dreadful scandal.

- You've realized what
you've done, don't you?

You've made it impossible
for us to get your marriage

annulled.

- Well, not on the grounds
we discussed, obviously.

- On any grounds, your mockery
of a marriage must go on.

You must face the world as the
proud parents of a bastard.

- Baby Partridge.

- Don't make cheap
jokes, Elizabeth.

Already you've disgraced
yourself and your mother.

You know very well how
these things get about.

Do you want to make us the
laughing stock of society?

- That's your real
concern, isn't it?

Your precious name.

In all this mess, you can't
actually bring yourself

to think of me,

how I might feel, can you?

You can't see my humiliation!

To be told I'm pregnant after
telling Sir Geoffrey my,

my husband hadn't even
made love to me.

Dear God!

You feel wronged.

You talk of affection and
trust lost between us,

what about me?

Where's your affection for
me when I most need it?

Well, at least we know
where we both stand,

how we really feel
about each other.

At least I can make plans now.

-[Lady Marjorie] Elizabeth.

- And you can make your plans.

Do what you like.

I don't care.

- Richard, what on Earth
has happened between you?

- What will you do, then,
Rose, if Miss Elizabeth

stays on here like she
says she's going to?

Must sort out your position,
won't you?

- Yes, I've been thinking
about that, Mrs. Bridges.

- Well, there's not room in
this house for two lady's maids.

- You might not have to worry
about that, Miss Roberts.

I might not be Miss
Elizabeth's lady's maid

much longer.

- What do you mean, my girl?

- We haven't been getting
on too well.

She said some very unkind
things about me.

- Oh, come on now, Rose,
you're imagining things.

Miss Elizabeth unkind to you?

You're just upset because
of that other matter.

- What other matter?

- You know what I mean.

- Well, don't keep us
in suspense, Mr. Hudson,

what is it?

- Well, concerning a
certain Mr. Watkins.

- Oh, what about him?

- I'm sure Rose doesn't
want her private affairs

aired in public.

Suffice it to say that Mr.
Watkins will not be in the

running for the post
of chauffeur here,

when Mr. Pierce gives up.

- Why not?

What have you been up to?

If he's not required
in Greenwich,

he ought to come and work
here, it's only natural.

- It is not natural, Mrs.
Bridges, and Rose knows why.

- I don't, Mr. Hudson.

- That young man has been
playing fast and loose with

our Rose's affections.

- Dear, how do you know
who he's been playing

fast and loose with?

- Was I not witness to an
upset in this very room

the other night, Rose,
when he made you cry?

- Oh, that wasn't
him, Mr. Hudson.

I was crying about Miss
Elizabeth and the unkind

things she said about me.

Wasn't Thomas.

He was trying to comfort me.

He was being nice.

- There, now see
what you've done.

- Are you sure, Rose?

- Of course I'm sure.

- So he can be chauffeur
here, now, if he wants to.

You got things a bit
mixed up, Mr. Hudson.

You've done that young
man an injustice.

And if you have any
human decency,

which we all know you have,

you'll put what you've
done to right.

[knock on door]

- Come in.

[door opens and shuts]

-[Lady Marjorie] Darling.

- If you've come to
be angry, then ...

- No, I haven't.

Your father's sorry.

It was the heat of the moment,

try and see it from
his point of view.

As for you and me,

I know we haven't always
seen eye to eye.

It's funny, James behaved
just as ...

- Badly.

- Well unfortunately,
shall we say?

Somehow it's easier to
forgive one's son.

It's not fair, is it?

I was upset at first, because
it seemed you'd given in

too easily, I realize
that was wrong of me.

Your father helped me see that.

And now of course that I know
what you've really suffered,

I just ...

Oh my darling.

- [crying]

- We'll find a way out.

We'll do everything I
can, I promise you.

Shh, it's all right.

[door opens]

-[Elizabeth] Good morning,
Sir Geoffrey.

-[Mr. Dillon] Good
morning, Mrs. Kirbridge.

- I'm sorry if I embarrassed
you yesterday, but you see,

I didn't realize what
the medical examination

was for, exactly.

- Clearly.

[bell rings]

Oh that should be Lawrence now.

- Lawrence? Coming here?

- Thank you, Hudson.

Are the vultures assembled?

- Her Ladyship and Mr. Bellamy
are in the morning room, sir,

with Sir Geoffrey Dillon,
the family solicitor.

- And the queen predator,
my wife?

- Mrs. Kirbridge is
also with them, sir.

- Right.

Darling, what wonderful news.

Sir Geoffrey telephoned
me this morning.

Isn't it wonderful?

I am to be a father, and
you are to be grandparents.

Are we gathered for
a celebration?

- It's no use, Lawrence,
I've told them everything.

- Everything?

Well, surely not everything,
my sweet.

- Everything that's relevant.

- Relevant to what, sir?

- Lawrence, we know you're
not the father

of Elizabeth's child.

We also know from
Elizabeth the reason why.

Now, let me say it once, we
feel no personal animosity

towards you, these
things happen,

nature can not be overruled.

-[Lady Marjorie] Please
believe that, Lawrence.

-[Mr. Bellamy] We've simply
asked you here to decide

what's best to do,
for all our sakes.

- Yes, [coughs] I
see, well, I ...

- Mr. Kirbridge, for obvious
reasons, you must agree to

accept official paternity
of the child.

- For obvious reasons?

- Well, you'd hardly want
the rather sordid facts

of the case to be widely known.

- Are they so sordid?

I mean, wouldn't it be more
sordid to suppress the facts?

To live a lie?

And what do we tell the child?

Do we keep it always
from the truth?

I think Elizabeth and I
resolved our own particular

difficulties in a mature
and sensible way.

Who knows, we may even
set a fashion.

- Lawrence, neither Sir
Geoffrey nor I have time to

listen to your flippant
modish theories.

Now, just give us
a straight answer.

Will you or will you
not accept paternity?

-[Lawrence] And if I do?

- The marriage will continue
in name, for the time being.

Later, we can arrange
a judicial separation

on some other grounds.

- Oh yes, that's
neat, very neat.

And what do we do in the
meantime, go back to Greenwich

and take separate rooms?

Or am I to be packed off
to foreign parts, like

a poor unfortunate bugger?

- A trip abroad might
be a good plan, with all

expenses paid and some form
of allowance to follow.

- Returning when, in six
months, in time for the

birth celebrations?

- We are thinking of your
best interests too, Lawrence.

- Yes, thank you Lady Marjorie.

- Well?

- Well, we haven't asked
what Elizabeth wants yet.

- I can't live with
you, Lawrence.

I'm sorry.

- May I have a word with
my wife in private, please?

- I can't see what
that privilege ...

- You will accord me that
privilege at least, sir.

-[Lady Marjorie] There's
a fire in the dining room,

if you want to talk privately.

- In the dining room, it is.

Come along, Elizabeth.

- Assuming it all goes
according to plan,

those are the figures
I'd suggest.

[door opens]

-[Mr. Hudson] If I might have
a word with you, my lady.

- Yes, yes, Hudson.

Yes, what is it, Hudson?

- It's about Thomas, my
lady, you may remember ...

- Oh yes, you expressed
doubts about him.

- Well, it seems I was
misled, my lady.

- Will you go abroad?

- Well I suppose I must,
since Southwold money is

to provide my steamship ticket.

Not to mention my future
bread and butter.

- You'll be happier than
you were at Greenwich.

- Greenwich?

Oh yeah.

Since I can't write poetry
anymore, I've been taken to

flippant epitaphs.

Was one for the plaque
on our house.

"Lawrence Kirbridge lived
here in married state,

"from 1908 to 1908."

What do we tell my publisher?

Oh, God, I loved you.

- Congratulations, my dear boy.

You'll like it here,
I know you will.

Oh, sure I will, Mrs. Bridges.

- Yes, we're all very
friendly here.

- I think Mr. Hudson ought to
make a public apology to you.

- Oh, no, no, it's all
over now, Mrs. B.

- You'll be able to get
your hands on that reno,

now, Thomas. [laughs]

- Aye, I'll be called Watkins
now I'm a proper chauffeur.

- Ooh!

You'll be askin' them for a
Rolls Royce to drive next.

- Aye, well it's not
a bad idea, neither!

[laughter]

- Thomas, you're
wanted upstairs.

- I am?

What for?

- You better come and
find out, haven't you?

- But you can't take
him, dammit, he's mine!

I won't allow it.

My God, you've stripped
me of everything else,

and now you want to take my man?

- Darling, don't be hysterical.

- Hysterical, my God, you ...

Thomas, thank God you're here.

They're trying to take you
from me, but I told them that

they can't, now he's
pledged himself to me!

- Lawrence, do stop using
such emotional words,

and let's discuss
the matter calmly.

Come in, Thomas.

Alright, thank you, Hudson.

Now Thomas, has Hudson
spoken to you about

coming to work for us?

- Yes, ma'am, he has.

- But you haven't accepted.

Now, Thomas, we agreed.

- Agreed, sir?

- Thomas, listen, I should
be going abroad soon,

possibly for a long time.

Now, I can take you with
me, show you the world.

Isn't that what you wanted,
to give yourself more scope,

isn't that what you
once told me, hmm?

Listen, Thomas, what good will
it do you to stay here, huh?

Where will that get you?

Do you want to end
up like Hudson?

For God's sake, man, I am
offering you life and hope!

Well?

- Well I, I'm very grateful
for your offer, sir.

That's, that's very
tempting, but ...

- But?

Yes, but what?

- Well, it's always
been an ambition of mine

to work in a noble
household, sir.

- You choose civility?

- No, sir, I don't choose it.

- Go to the devil, Thomas.

- I've been very happy
working with ...

- Go and roast in hell flames!

I don't want sight nor
sound of you again!

[door slams]

- Thank you Thomas,
that'll be all.

- For me, Miss Lizzie?

- Yes, Rose, an early
Christmas present.

- No, no, I couldn't.

- Please, now, no arguments.

I've been horrid to you
these last few weeks,

and I want to make it up.

- Thank you, Miss Lizzie.

- I'm going to sleep
now, I'm exhausted.

- Good night, Miss Lizzie.

-[Elizabeth] Good night.

[door closes]

[children singing
Christmas carols outside]

♪ The first Noel the
angels did say

♪ Was to certain poor
shepherds in fields as they lay

- Oh, it's beautiful, Rose.

You are a lucky girl.

- You'll have to look out
that it's not pinched.

- Who gave you that,
not Mr. Watkins?

- No, that creature couldn't
afford a thing like that.

- Mrs. Kirbridge gave it to me.

- Oh, so you've made it
up then Rose, have ye?

Glad to hear it.

-[Miss Roberts] Well,
we'll be able to stop

thinking of her as
Mrs. Kirbridge now.

-[Mrs. Bridges] I never
have thought of her

as anything but Miss Elizabeth.

- Oh those wretched
carol singers again,

we gave them some ha'pennies
last night.

[children singing
Christmas carols outside]

♪ Noel Noel

♪ Born is the king of Israel

Any room at the inn?

[upbeat orchestra music]