All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S03E01 Miss Forrest WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(soft theme music)

(door slams)

- Good afternoon, sir.

Will you be joining your
ladyship for tea?

- Is that crumpets under
the dish cover?

- Hot buttered tea cakes, sir.

- Then I will.

- Very good , sir.

- Oh, you're early.

- Yes, I told the Chief
Clarkson's I finished the cargo.

Unless he gave me the
cheque, I could see no reason

to sit twiddling my
thumbs til five o'clock

so I came home early.

I'm going to have tea with you.

- That's nice.

Thank you, Hudson.

And we'll need another cup.

-[Hudson] M'lady.

- And tell Mr. Bellamy
tea's ready, will you?

- Oh I understand the master
will not be requiring tea,

m'lady.

He's working on the study
and not to be disturbed.

- Has his voice left you?

- Not yet, m'lady.

- We shant need another cup.

Thank you, Hudson.

- I bet father wishes
he never started

on Grandpa Barnes's biography.

- I think he's quite
enjoying the work.

It's just that his publisher
wants the manuscript

by the end of the month

and he still has two or
three chapters left to write.

- Damn hard work,
I should think.

- Yes, darling.

- Alright, mother, I
can sense the rebuke.

I finished work early
and came home for tea.

Father is still working
and hasn't time for tea.

But my work is so
dreadfully boring.

It's not living.

It's existing.

Thank god for the weekend.

- You know your father
and I are driving

down to Zion tomorrow.

You'll have to entertain
yourself this weekend.

- Yes.

- And by the way, such
a happy letter

and a parcel from Elizabeth.

She sent what she calls a
phonograph record for you.

Gloves from Macy's
in New York for me.

And a book for your father.

- Everybody's doing it.

Everybody except me.

- What do you mean?

- Nothing.

- Elizabeth says it's the
latest craze in America,

this ragtime.

- Yes, I know.

- She and Dana and little
Lucy are going

to meet us off the
boat on the 16th.

Oh it would be lovely
to see them.

- Right, lovely for you.

And off you go with Aunt Marion.

- Then we go up to Montreal.

The president of the
Canadian Pacific

is letting us use his
private railway coach,

right across to Alberta.

We'll stay at Uncle
Hugo's ranch in Calgary.

Darling, what is the matter?

- Nothing is the matter.

- I know you'd like
to come with us.

So would your father.

But he's got work to
do and so have you.

- But father's work is
at least interesting.

- Any work is interesting
if you let it be.

I'm sorry if you're
bored, darling,

but thousands of young men
slave away in offices everyday

to earn a living.

Why should you complain?

Especially after all the
trouble your father took

to get you into the firm.

- I will not spend the
rest of my life worrying

about how much tea we can
ship from Hong Kong to London

simply to be gulped down by
silly women in drawing rooms.

- Your drinking tea.

- Only because it's too
early for whiskey.

- Anyway, it was your
idea to leave the army

to make some money you said.

- Yes, by the time I'm a
director I should be over 40.

Half-dead out in Calcutta with
malaria and a rotten liver.

- You know it's not very kind
of you to talk like that.

At least when I'm going
abroad for a month or more.

You know how I worry about you.

- I'm sorry, mother.

- You will help your father
and the servants won't you

while I'm away.

I mean let them know about
being in and out to meals.

That kind of thing.

- Yes.

- Something else troubling you?

Phyllis?

- I don't think so.

- You've written to her.

Haven't you?

I saw the letter on
the hall table.

- Yes.

Yes I did write to her.

I thought I should
congratulate her.

She's got herself engaged to
a fellow in Skinner's Horse.

called Jack Pettyfer.

He's on the viceroy's
staff out there.

A very worthy fellow
with a ginger moustache.

- I'm glad.

- So am I.

- You were right to
be honest with her

before it was too late.

- I hope so.

- There are plenty
of other girls.

- Yes.

I think I'll take it
upstairs and play it.

Thank you for my tea.

- Alright, darling.

(typing on typewriter)

- You finished?

- Yes, Mr. Bellamy.

That's Chapter 15 all typed.

- Capital.

- Oh I managed to find
the passages you wished

to quote from the
Landsdowne correspondence.

They're marked there.

- Thank you.

But I think you've done
enough for one day.

Run along, girl.

- I'd like to come again
tomorrow, if it's convenient

and finish off the
last two chapters,

ready for your correction
on Monday morning.

- Well yes if you don't mind
giving up part of your weekend.

- I have nothing
particular to do.

- Yes, by all means.

Just ring the bell and
Hudson will show you in here.

Would you care to leave
your machine over night?

- Oh, if I may.

It is rather heavy.

And my train is crowded...

- Well it will be.

The Metropolitan is always
crowded on a Friday evening.

(music playing)

What on earth is that noise?

- It's a gramophone,
I think, Mr. Bellamy.

Coming from upstairs.

- It must be my son.

He's keen on the latest
ragtime music.

This most dreadful
syncopated jazz.

Like everything else
from America,

it's too fast, too noisy.

- Well, I say goodnight
then, Mr. Bellamy.

- Yes, well, goodnight,
Miss Forest.

-[James] Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Just off?

- Yes.

- I hope my father's not
working you too hard.

- Oh no, not at all.

- Please...

(rain pouring)

Oh, have you got far to go?

It seems to still be raining.

- No, only as far
as Sloane Square.

- Oh, you live in Sloane Square?

- No, I get my train
from there to Wimbledon.

- Ah, then I must wish
you a restful weekend.

- Oh, I'm coming back
tomorrow to finish

off Mr. Bellamy's typing.

- Then you must rest on Sunday.

- I expect I shall.

Good bye.

- There, that's them gone.

- Oh thank goodness.

I'm badly behind with
her ladyship's packing.

- Well, I have offered
to help you, Ms. Roberts.

- You wouldn't know what
to put in, Rose.

She doesn't even know
herself what to take.

- I should think it
would be warm in Canada,

this time of year.

- Oh no in the Rockies, Mrs. B.

No, they have snow in the
Rockies all year round.

And grizzly bears.

- How do you know?

- I've seen pictures
in magazines.

It's hot in America and
it's cold in Canada.

So you'll have to pack
everything she's got,

eh, Ms. Roberts?

- Well hardly.

We're only taking
four cabin trunks.

- Four?

What three for her
ladyship's clothes

and one to put you in?

It would be quite the
affair wouldn't it?

- Oh don't be ridiculous,
Edward.

- Oh I don't know.

Seemed like a good idea.

If they packed you in a
trunk across the Rockies

at least the red Indians
wouldn't get you

when they hold up the train.

- Oh Edward, really.

- No honestly, Mrs. B.

They swoop down on to the
railway line from the rocks
above

and then they scalp
all the passengers.

So if you're locked
hidden in a trunk,

you mind to keep your hair on.

- It's about time you started
reading something better

than chips and comics, Edward.

(Edward laughing)

- Cup of tea, Mr. Hudson?

- Oh that would be most
welcome, Mrs. Bridges.

- Ruby, fetch a cup
for Mr. Hudson.

Ruby?

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges?

-[Mrs. Bridges] A cup
for Mr. Hudson.

Or I'll have your scalp.

- Captain James is up
and about, I presume?

- Do you mean Mr. James?

- No, I do not, Rose.

The young master may
have chosen to relinquish

his military duties
for civilian life

but he is none the less
entitled by custom

to be known by his
rank of captain.

- Oh, I'm glad of that.

Captain James always
sounds quite romantic.

Gives him an air of
sort of nobility.

- That's about the only
thing that did.

- Miss Roberts, please.

- Oh, I suppose he'll
get up some time today.

- Are you saying Captain
James is still in bed?

- Oh yes.

He's awake though.

He's just lying there playing
with his blessed gramophone.

I've been in twice to
try and do his room...

- Well I daresay he's tired.

Working hard in that
office all week.

- We're all tired, Mrs. Bridges.

Edward, you better
clear away the breakfast

from the dining room.

- What happens if he
comes down wanting it?

- It has gone half past eleven.

Breakfast has never been
served in this house

at half-past eleven and
it never will be.

Not as long as I'm butler here.

- No, Mr. Hudson.

-[Mr. Hudson] Well look
sharp then, Edward.

- And I'll be wanting to know
what my orders is for lunch.

- Oh Captain James is
lunching out, Mrs. Bridges.

He told me so last night.

- That's alright then.

That just means a
tray in the study.

- That is corrrect,
Mrs. Bridges.

And I can take Miss Forest's
luncheon tray

just before we have ours.

(gramophone playing)

(typing on typewriter)

- Morning, sir.

- Morning, Edward.

- If you were requiring
breakfast, sir,

I've just cleared
the dining room.

But I can get you
something if you like, sir.

- No no, I'll wait
for lunch now.

Overslept.

Have the master and
her ladyship left?

- Oh yes sir, at 11 o'clock.

- Really?

(door shuts)

(typing)

Hello.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

- It's quite alright.

- I was just looking
for this weeks punch.

I thought maybe my father
might have...

aha, there it is.

I expect you've got quite
a bit to do, have you?

- Just one more chapter.

- You've been hard at it
all morning, haven't you?

- I'm sorry if I disturbed you.

This machine is very
noisy, I know.

- Good heavens, no no no,
you didn't disturb me.

Well I just looked in to
see if you were alright.

- Yes, I am.

Thank you.

- Got everything you need?

- Yes, I have.

Thank you.

- My parents have gone
away for the weekend,

you see.

- Yes.

I undertand they have.

- And they asked me to see
that you had everything

that you wanted.

- Yes I have, thank you.

- Your butler is arranging for
me to have a lunch on a tray.

So that I can work on.

- Oh, is he?

I see.

(typing on typewriter)

- I'm looking forward to
reading my father's book.

Do you think it could
be a success?

- Of course it will.

It's very interesting.

I had no idea that Lord
Southwold was such

a progressive underneath.

- Was he?

Because I didn't know.

- Yes.

He did introduce two
bills in the law

to reform the upper house.

One in 1898 and one in 1907.

But they wouldn't listen to him.

- Oh.

- He was very human too.

And he loved his family
very much, didn't he?

Especially his grandchildren.

Right.

It comes out in the
letters to Lady Southwold.

The dowager, that is.

- I remember as children
we always spent Christmas

in Southwold.

Grandpapa always spoiled
us, I believe.

- Your father has found such
a charming photograph of him.

And you and your sister
Elizabeth aged ten and eight

in a pony cart.

It's going in the book.

Here it is.

It's very sweet.

- Of me?

(James laughing)

Here I look like an
angry little chimpanzee.

- No, you don't.

Well, I must be getting on.

I still have great deal to do.

- No no, look it's gone mid-day.

Why not rest for a while?

- No, no thank you.

- Your lunch will be here soon.

- Yes.

I expect it will.

(typing)

- Have you been doing this
sort of work for some time?

- You mean secretary work?

- Yes.

- About 10 years.

Well of course I've only
been training to typewrite

for three years.

Before that, I worked in
a draper's in Sotherby.

Looking after their accounts.

- Oh, you've been working
a long time.

I've only just started.

- Were you not an officer
in the Life Guards?

- Yes, and now I'm a clark
with Jardine Mathesons

in Longbarne Street.

A far eastern tradiing company.

Also helping in accounts
in the tea department.

- I see.

It sounds very interesting.

- So having that much in common,

I wonder would you think
too forward of me

to ask you your Christian name?

- Oh.

- Unless of course
you'd rather not.

- Oh no, of course
not, I don't mind.

I was christened Hazel Patricia.

- Hazel.

Because you've got Hazel eyes.

- No.

No, I think it was my
father's love of shrubs

that made him choose my name.

(James laughing)

A charming name and
most appropriate.

I expect it was a good
year for hazels, was it?

- I don't wish to seem
discourteous, Captain Bellamy,

but your father is most
anxious to revise

the last two chapters
on Monday morning.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry it was most
wrong of me to ask you

such a personal question.

- It's alright.

- I mean,

I think it's because
I find myself

becoming interested
in you as a person.

Perhaps a little curious.

- I think you should
remember that I'm an employee

of this house.

I work for your father.

- I prefer to look upon you as
a guest in my father's house

who happens to be helping
him with his manuscript.

- For money, Captain Bellamy.

- Oh what difference
does it make?

- Well if...

- Miss Forest,

I want to know more about you.

About your home,

your life, your family.

What you think of me.

- I am an unexceptional
person, Captain Bellamy.

- Oh.

-[Miss Forest] My life and
background are ordinary

and uninteresting.

I find it difficult to believe

that someone in your
position in society

should be in anyway
interested in someone like me.

Unless you are making study
of ordinary middle class life

in the outer suburbs of London.

- Oh, I can assure you Miss
Forest, I'm making a study

of no such thing.

(typing)

I simply feel a desire to
know you a little better.

And I should consider it a great
favor if you would allow me

to call you Hazel, at
least for the weekend.

- Oh, excuse me, sir.

Miss Forest's luncheon.

- Take the cold tongue
salad downstairs, Hudson.

And lay out for two
in the dining room.

- For two, sir?

In the dining room?

- Yes, Hudson.

I shall be lunching at
home today after all.

And Miss Forest will
be joining me.

Won't you?

(upbeat music)

- When you're done, Ruby,
give the potatoes a pot

and see if they're ready.

Then you can layout the table.

-[Ruby] Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- What are we having
today then, Mrs. Bridges?

-[Mrs. Bridges] A nice
piece of roast mutton

and onion sauce.

But we won't have hurry
over for once.

Boiled potatoes and cauliflower
and a nice treacle tart.

- Oh that could stick
to my ribs alright.

- I take it there's no
upstairs lunch today.

- Only Miss whatshername.

I've sent her up a slice of
cold tongue and salad on a tray.

- No nice leftovers from
the dining room today,

Miss Roberts.

- I'm not particularly
hungry, myself.

- I think what you'll
be having with you

is at the Duke of
Northumberland's place

with their ladyship.

I've been told French
chef at Zion Park.

Haute cuisine.

All garlic and cream
sauces and that.

How does that tickle
your fancy, Miss Roberts?

- I fancy us getting her
ladyships trunks packed by
Tuesday.

That's what concerns me.

Not haute cuisine at the
Duke of Northumberland's.

Anyhow, I've been to
Zion three times.

And the housekeeper there sends
me a card every Christmas.

Mrs. Raglan, very nice woman.

- Mrs. Bridges, Ruby,

there will be luncheon upstairs.

-[Mrs. Bridges] What?

- Edward, leave that
silver, come here at once.

Look sharp now.

- Captain James has decided
to stay in then, has he?

- Impudence.

- Captain James has ordered
luncheon in the dining room

at quarter past one for
himself and the typist.

- He's not?

- You heard what I
said, Mrs. Bridges.

- Trust, Captain James.

He's got an eye for
her now, has he?

- This is not a matter
for jest, Edward.

Go and make two places
in the dining room.

Hurry up now.

- Wine glasses or tumblers,
Mr. Hudson?

- Tumblers, Edward.

And a jug of barley water.

- What in the name of heaven
am I supposed to give them

to eat, eh?

Ruby.

- Well that means we
shan't get ours on time.

- Shall I be required to
wait a table, Mr. Hudson?

- No, Rose, I will supervise.

(phone ringing)

That's Captain James
ringing from morning room.

Edward, see what he wants.

I'll be in the pantry
and get that table laid.

- It's a beautiful room.

- Yes, this is the morning room.

Although my parents spend
all day in here

when they're on their own.

The drawing room upstairs
is for more formal occasions

like dinner parties
and et cetera.

- It's an awful lot
to keep clean.

- Why yes, well Rose
sees to that.

She's the head housemaid.

Well, we only have
one at the moment.

Mother has been trying
to find another housemaid

but they're very hard
to find nowadays.

- You rang, sir?

- Oh yes, Edward.

Bring the sherry, will you?

- Oh not for me.

Thank you.

- Nonsense, you must
have a glass of sherry

before your lunch.

And two glasses, Edward.

- Yes sir.

- You do seem to have an
awful lot of servants.

- Well no.

As I said, we don't
have an under housemaid.

Or a pantry boy.

Or a housekeeper.

Still, we manage.

Well, they do.

- I suppose Lady Marjorie and
Mr. Bellamy have to entertain

quite a bit.

Being in political
circles, I mean.

- Is something troubling you?

- No.

- You keep looking at you watch.

- Well I did promise that I
would finish off my work today.

And I do have a great
deal to do.

- Don't worry, don't worry.

You'll have time.

Lunch will be here soon.

Meals are always on
time in this house.

Under the redoubtable
Mr. Hudson.

And with Mrs. Bridges
running the kitchens

like the engine room
of a battleship.

Things go pretty smoothly
as a rule.

- Ruby, fetch up some
more potatoes.

Clean them and pop them
in with that lot.

They've have to be mashed
for upstairs.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Wait.

Larder first.

I've got some pork
chops in there.

Fetch me a couple
and look sharp.

- We'll have to do up a
sauce for them then won't we,

Mrs. Bridges.

- We will.

You're learning, my girl.

You're learning.

- But what green vegetables
are you going to give them,

Mrs. Bridges?

- Spinach, so you'll have
to wash it and pick it over.

Now look sharp and bring
me in the butter.

- Thought we were going to
have a nice quiet weekend.

- Edward, what's that?

- Well it's sherry for the
morning room, Mr. Hudson.

- Sherry?

- Well, shall I take it
in or not, Mr. Hudson?

- No, Edward.

For a start, those are
the best glasses.

I'll fetch the old ones
from the pantry cupboard.

Here, give me that tray.

Go and get the dining
room table laid.

- Oh yes, Mr. Hudson.

-[James] It was this
little place called Razmak

on the Afghan border.

These chaps had been
raiding our camp at night

and trying to steal our horses.

So we sent out a patrol
which I was in command of.

I'm boring you, aren't I?

- Not at all.

It sounds most thriling.

- No, I had meant we
should talk about you.

But you're so quiet and
modest about yourself,

here we are talking about me.

And that wasn't my intention.

- I do assure you,
Captain Bellamy.

I find your adventures
on the northwest frontier

most absorbing.

I really do.

- Now since you have allowed
me to call you Hazel,

I really must insist
that you call me James.

Now that's fair, isn't it?

- After such a short
acquaintance?

- We are living in
the second decade

of the 20th century, Hazel.

Aren't we?

- Yes.

- So?

- Alright.

If you like I will.

-[James] I will what?

- I will, James.

- There, that's better.

Thank you, Hudson.

- Will there be anything
further, sir?

- No, I take it lunch
will be ready soon?

- Luncheon will be served
at a quarter past one, sir.

As you ordered.

- Good.

By the way, we'll have
a bottle of the Cantenac

with our lunch.

My father has this
wonderful claret.

Wait til you taste it.

- Begging your pardon, sir.

But I'm afraid I cannot serve
Chateau Brane Cantenac, sir.

- Why not?

I know it's not all been drunk.

We had a bottle with
our dinner last week.

- There are certain
difficulties.

- Oh, what difficulties?

- If I might see you, sir.

In private.

If you wouldn't mind, sir.

- If you'll excuse me.

- Yes, of course.

- What is all this, Hudson?

- I prefer not to speak in
front of the secretary, sir.

But I must point out
that I cannot serve

the master's claret.

There are only two bottles left.

- I ordered one, Hudson.

And I expect you to serve it.

- I am sorry, sir.

But I am not to serve the
Chateau Brane Cantenac '93, sir,

without special instructions.

- Whose instructions?

My fathers?

- Are you asking me to go
against the master's wishes sir?

- Did my father forbid
you to serve that claret?

- He would not wish it to
be served at luncheon, sir.

Especially in his absence.

- Hudson, are you saying
he told you so?

- I am not lying, sir.

I know the master's
general wishes

and regards of his claret.

And I'm endeavoring the
carry them out in principle.

He would not wish the
wine to be served

on such an occasion as this.

- You mean because Miss
Forest, a secetary

who earns her own living,
is lunching with me

in the dining room.

Is that it?

- I can only mind you, sir.

But I believe the master
would not wish it.

Not today, sir.

- And let me remind you, Hudson.

That whatever your private
views may be

and in the absence
of my parents,

I am in charge in this house.

Miss Forest is my
guest for lunch.

In this situation, I expect
my orders to be obeyed.

- Yes sir.

- Then do as you're told.

- Yes sir.

- Oh, there you are, Mr. Hudson.

We kept yours warm.

Ruby, fetch Mr. Hudson's dinner.

- (Edward) Pass the salt please.

(people eating)

- Well, for the life for of me,

I can't see why Captain James
shouldn't have his lunch

in the dining room.

Nor with Miss Forest, neither.

Not if he wants to.

- If you can't see the
unsuitability if such an
arrangemnt,

Rose, than perhaps it's
time you look for employment

in a differnt kind of household.

- It's you who always says
that things have got to be done

proper even when the master
and ladyship are away.

- It's not quite the
same thing, Rose.

- Well, I agree with Rose.

After all, it is his house
and he does live here.

- Your opinion is not sought
on this matter, Edward.

Get on with your dinner.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- I'm sure Mr. Bellamy typist is

a perfectly respectable
young woman, Rose,

but she's not a lady.

Now will someone kindly
pass me the onion sauce.

- I may be sent out to
India again one day.

The Calcultta office.

- That's a long way from
the Northwest frontier.

-[James] Oh yes, a very
different climate.

A very different way of life.

I shall probably end up
in Calcutta with a liver.

Most people seem to.

- I do hope not.

I've always longed to
visit the far east.

Is it very wonderful?

- Oh yes.

Yes, I saw the Himalayas
at sunrise.

- Was it a very inspiring sight?

- Well, it should have been.

But it was after a rather
wild party in the mess.

I had fallen down in the garden

and given myself a black eye.

In the name of good days.

Tell me have you been
abroad much yourself?

- No.

I've never been further
from Wimbledon

than a day's excursion
to Margate.

Freester.

Oh, I was in Newcastle once.

But not for long.

-[James] Oh and what were
you doing in Newcastle?

- Oh, it's something I'd
really rather not talk about.

- Leave the coffee,
will you, Hudson?

- Very good, sir.

- They're annoyed with
me, aren't they, James?

- Annoyed?

Who?

- Your butler.

He disapproves of me
having my lunch with you.

I can sense it.

- It is not for Hudson
to approve or disapprove.

- I could feel his angry looks
going through me like knives.

- Hudson doesn't run this house.

- Well, I don't feel very
comfortable sitting here, James.

And if you'd excuse me,
I think I'd really rather

go back to the study.

Oh, I don't mean to
sound ungrateful.

It was terribly kind of
you to keep me company

and give me such a nice lunch

but anyway I did promise
your father

to have the work finished
and ready for him

by Monday morning.

-[James] No need to
say more, Hazel.

I understand completely.

Come on now.

- Mind you, don't break
anything today, Ruby.

The mood Mr. Hudson's in,
he'll knock your block off.

- So is Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh look at the time,

it's gone half past two.

I'm never gonna be there.

Not by four, not
by omnibus rows.

- Don't worry, Edward.

I'll speak to Mr.
Hudson about it.

- Speak about what, Rose?

- Oh well Edward's supposed
to have the afternoon off,

Mr. Hudson.

He's going out to Puttney to
see his granny, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- I was aware of that.

- Well if he's got to clear
away in the dining room,

it's going to make him
ever so late getting there,

so I was going to
suggest that I do instead

and I'm quite willing.

- Very well, Rose.

If you wish to assist
me, I have no objection.

Away and get changed, Edward.

- Oh thanks, Mr. Hudson.

Tah, Rose.

You are a break.

- Don't forget to take that
seeding crate to your granny

or Mrs. Bridges will
skin you alive.

- Oh yeah, where is it?

- On the ktichen table.

- Ta.

Cheerio.

(phone ringing)

- Yessir.

- Hello, Hudson.

I want to talk to Lord Newbury.

I take it you have
the number there.

- I'll have to look it up, sir.

If you could replace
your receiver,

I'll ring through in a minute.

Wonder what he'll have
to call Newbury about.

That'll be them talking tiles.

Rose, Rose come in
here will you.

Quickly.

Newbury, Lord Newbury.

Look up the number
for me, will you?

I must have left me
specs somewhere.

- Newbury, Newbury,
Grosvenor, 2 3 1 6.

- Thank you.

Hello?

Would you connect me
please with Grosvenor 2316?

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Oh thank you, is that
Newbury house?

I want to talk to his lordship.

Hello, buddy?

James here.

I say can you collect
me in your motorcar?

Save me the cab fare
out to Hurlingham?

Well it's on your way.

Splendid, that would be toffee.

Well if we can't find any
girls, we'll play singles.

What?

For a sovreign?

Done.

And decide what we're
going to do tonight.

No, buddy, not the Ritz.

I'm stoney broke.

Hmm, the Trot perhaps.

If we can rake up some girls.

No, I haven't.

Not at the moment.

No one in particular.

- I know what you're
thinking, Mr. Hudson.

You're thinking that our
Captain James has been up

to his old tricks
again, aren't you?

- I don't know what you
mean by old tricks, Rose.

- Oh like with Sarah
and everything.

- The young master has always
shown a regretable disdain

for young females
of his own class.

- Do you mean he likes
them common?

I don't think that
matters very much anymore.

Not nowadays.

Not with everything going
all topsy turvy.

- Then I wonder what you
or I or any of us are doing

in domestic service roles.

If a hired typist can sit at
luncheon in this dining room

drinking the master's
best claret,

I might as well go out
and stand for parliament.

- Mr. Hudson.

- Proper standards
must be maintained

in this houshold, Rose.

Our ladyship's standards.

There's no future for any of us.

None.

- Oh, Mr. Hudson.

You're getting things
all out of proportion.

You don't want to let
Captain James upset you.

Anyhow, her ladyship will
be back again tomorrow.

- Take that tray downstairs,
Rose, if you would.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

(motor running)

- I would like to thank...

- I beg your pardon, miss.

- I have left my typewriter
machine in the study.

Mr. Bellamy said I might.

- Yes, miss.

- And I shall be here at the
usual time on Monday morning.

Good day.

(door slams)

-[Mr. Hudson] If you
pardon me, sir.

- Yes, what is it, Hudson?

- I would like to speak
to you, sir, if I may,

on a personal note.

- As long as it doesn't
take too long.

I should be going to
Hurlingham to play tennis

as soon as Lord Newbury arrives.

- It won't take long, sir.

- Well?

- I feel bound to
inform you, sir,

that the staff were
very much upset

by the last minute arrangements
made for luncheon today.

- Oh.

- You had informed
yesterday evening

that you would be lunching out.

I myself was particularly
upset by the orders

I received from you, sir,
regarding the service

of the claret.

- And you had no cause to it.

- I fear I must disagree
with you, sir.

- Why?

- I have reflected on this
matter very carefully, sir.

- Well?

- I am the butler here.

And I think you'll
appreciate that the master

and the ladyship rely on me,

indeed expect me
to maintain order

in the running of this house.

I see to it that things
involving the staff

are properly carried out.

The ordering and service
of meals at the proper time

and so forth.

Lately, I have found
increasing difficulty, sir,

in assimilating your
personal orders in the house

with the methods and routines
laid down by her ladyship.

I fear today has provide
that I no longer enjoy

the authority of a butler here,

which makes it impossible
for me to conitnue

in your pertent service.

Therefore, I shall see the
master and her ladyship

on their return tomorrow

and ask them to accept
a week's notice.

That is all I have to say, sir.

If you'll excuse me.

(soft theme music)

(door shuts)

- Are they back, Hudson?

- The master and her ladyship
are in the morning room, sir.

-[James] Oh, hello.

How are things down in Zion?

Did you have a good drive back?

- What the devil do you think
you've been doing, James?

You know damn well what I mean.

- How can I til you tell me?

- Now don't you be flippant.

- Hudson's just been
in to see us.

- Well?

- He's given us a week's notice.

- And you know why.

Don't you?

- Well, he did mutter
something yesterday

about leaving for
the simple reason

that I ordered lunch
in the dining room

which evidently didn't
fit in with his plans.

Also I think because I ordered
him to serve a bottle of wine

from the cellar.

And frankly, I didn't think
he'd carry out his threat.

- Well he has.

And I leave for Canada
on Wednesday.

That means your father will
be left here with no butler.

- Exactly.

- Well all I can say is he'd
be better off without Hudson

if he continues in
his present mood.

- Hudson happens to be a
very good butler, James.

As good as you'd find anywhere.

He's served your mother
and me well

since before you were born.

He's a man of high principles.

And as you well know, he
cares deeply for our family.

It's welfare and honor.

And he expects things
to be done correctly.

- Then he should obey my
orders when I give them.

- Your orders?

- Yes, my orders.

I live here.

- Yes, and what sort
of orders, eh?

- You did put Hudson in a very
difficult position, darling.

By inviting your father's typist
to lunch in the dining room

and ordering that botle of wine.

- What was the wretched
man to do?

He knows I do not allow
my best claret to be drunk

at luncheon.

Showing off for Miss
Forest, weren't you?

Trying to impress her.

- I was not showing off.

I was showing her the common
courtesy of lunching with her.

As a token of what I hope
is your gratitude, father.

For the extra work she has
done for you, over the weekend.

- It is not for you to extend
courtesies to my secretary.

- I thought it was
about time somebody did.

Her lunch, if you
can call it lunch,

was brought to her in
the study on a tray.

- Those were my orders, James.

- And no business of yours.

What right have you
got to counteremand

your mother's orders?

- James, how could you
of all people think

it's suitable for Miss
Forest to have lunch

in the dining room?

- She happens to
be extremely nice

and very respectable.

- No doubt she's respectable

but she can't have much
taste or judgment

to have accepted your
invitation in her posiiton.

- Why not?

Because she's helping
father type his manuscript

and lives in Wimbledon?

- Darling, you're being
deliberately blind.

If you invited Miss Forest to
have supper in a restaurant,

nobody would object.

But to take her into
the dining room,

and expect the servants
to wait on her

and to humiliate Hudson in
front of a woman of her class...

- I did not humiliate, Hudson.

- You placed him and
the other servants

in an impossible position.

As a result you upset
them all downstairs,

and Hudson is leaving.

- All I can say is if
he chooses to leave over

so trifling a matter,

let him go.

- I have no intention of
letting him go, James.

You're going to see Hudson,
and apologize to him.

- Oh, Richard, no.

- I say yes.

You can say it was an
error of judgment,

and apologize to the man.

- No, I won't have my son
apologize to a servant.

In a situation like this.

What are you thinking of?

- Hudson is not an
ordinary servant.

- He's not to apologize
to Hudson or any of them.

Good gracious if anyone
should apologize,

it's your typist.

The daring to think it
right for her to have lunch

in the dining room.

She could have refused.

I blame her.

- Well, I don't.

- It was I who invited
her to lunch

and Hudson made her
feel extremely awkward.

- No doubt she was
highly embarrassed

by the whole situation.

If she had any decency,
she'd resign.

In fact, I think in view
of the situation,

you should terminate her
engagement here at once.

- I shall do nothing
of the kind, Marjorie.

To start with, she has at
least aanother week's work

clearing up papers and
god knows what else.

And for another, I'm
not allowing Miss Forest

to be made a scapegoat for
your son's gross stupidity.

- Look mother, I am perfectly
prepared to go to Hudson,

admit I made a mistake,

and ask him to reconsider
his decision.

- There.

- No James, I don't want that.

And I don't want any more
said about it tonight.

We'll just give Hudson
time to cool off.

I'll probably have a word
with him in the morning.

- By that time he'll have
packed his bags and gone.

- I think not, Richard.

And you really must
leave these things to me.

Your father and I haVE
a little cold supper

in a few minutes if
you want to dine.

- Yes, come.

If you'll excuse me.

- Oh dear oh dear oh dear.

-[Hudson] Supper is
served, m'lady.

- Oh thank you, Hudson.

Should we go in?

(gramophone playing)

- I still can't see
why you had to go

and give in your notice.

- Don't you?

- Are you telling me
you're walking out of here

and her ladyship is going
off to Canada Wednesday?

- There was no other way
of drawing their attention

to Captain James' carryings on.

It's time to put a stop
to it in my opinion.

- Oh, I see.

- I have no doubt his
father's given him a piece

of his mind.

In all events, the young
whippersnapper

has gone crawling
off to his room.

- And them not speaking
to each other, eh.

Sounds to me as if her
ladyship took his heart.

- Doesn't she always?

- A nice thing for her ladyship.

Going off Wednesday
for two months

and leaving a nasty
atmosphere here in the house.

- I daresay I shall consider
my position very carefully,

Mrs. Bridges between
now and Wednesday.

- I hope you will.

It's only three days.

- And I put the key
to your jewelry case

in your black handbage, m'lady.

- Thank you, Roberts.

- I just hope you'll
have enough warm clothing

for the boat in the
one cabin trunk.

The other three go down
into the hold, I understand.

And we shan't see them again
until we get to New York.

- You know that the brake's
coming at 10 o'clock.

- Yes, m'lady.

So Hudson told me.

- To take you, Lady
Southwold's maid,

and Lord Southwold's
valet to the station.

Edward's going too to
take care of the luggage.

- Very good, m'lady.

Well that's everything
done then.

- Why don't you go wait
in the servant's hall

until the brake comes, Roberts?

- Very good, m'lady.

I just hope it gets
here in time.

- I promise you won't
miss the boat train.

Don't worry.

- No, m'lady.

It's just that I get
train fever, m'lady.

- Excuse me, m'lady.

- Yes, Hudson?

- I was hoping to see the master
and yourself today, m'lady.

Before your departure.

- Oh well, Mr. Bellamy has
just gone around to Pond Street

to the chemist to try
and get me something

in case of seasickness.

It shouldn't be very long.

Unless you'd like to
talk to me alone.

- In the circumstances,
m'lady, I would.

I just wanted to say I
acted in haste giving notice

on Sunday night.

And I would now ask your
ladyship and the master

to consider the whole
incident closed.

- Nothing could please
me more, Hudson.

If you're really quite sure
you want to continue in service

with us.

- I am quite sure, m'lady.

- What made you change
your mind?

- Only one consideration,
m'lady.

Whatver may have been done
and said in this house

since the weekend, and
some bitter things

have been said m'lady, both
above and below stairs,

I could not in the eve of
your ladyship's departure

abandon my post here.

In a way, my resignation
has caused not only trouble

both for Captain James,

but a certain difference
of opinion

between the master and yourself.

And I would not care
to see you leave behind

any sense of disharmony
in your house, m'lady.

- That's very thoughtful
of you, Hudson.

And I'm most relieved.

- Perhaps you would
convey my feelings

to the master, m'lady,

as soon as psosible.

- Yes, of course I will.

- Oh, beg pardon, m'lady.

Just to see the luggage
brakes arrived.

- Thank you, Edward.

Well, Hudson, if you would
go and see to things.

- Very good, m'lady.

Thank you.

- Goodbye, Ruby, and be good.

- All ready, Miss Roberts.

The luggage is all in the van.

- Very well.

Well, goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Bon voyage, Miss Roberts.

- Watch how you go.

- That's everyhting in
the motor, m'lady.

- Good. Perhaps we
had better go.

- The servants and luggage
have left, I take it.

- Five minutes ago, sir.

Edward will see the transport
onto the boat train, sir.

And find reserved seats.

- I'm afraid Captain
James and I have to catch

an afternoon train back
from Southampton

so we should be back
in time for dinner.

- Very good, sir.

- Well, Marjorie.

- Take care of everything,
won't you, Hudson?

- Indeed, m'lady.

A pleasant voyage, m'lady.

- Thank you.

(motor running)

- My apologies, Hudson.

It won't occur again.

- Yes, sir.

- This time next week,
she'll be in New York.

Miss Lizzy.

Well.

- Oh, should I return
these reports to the house

of Lord Stafford, sir?

I've copied out the
items we needed on them.

- Yes, send them back.

Oh and please return
these diaries

to the library at Southwold
before they get lost.

- Yes, of course.

- Oh, sorry to disturb
you father.

Just returning your copy
of punch, I borrowed it.

- Thank you, James.

You off to work?

- Yes.

It's such a lovely morning,

I thought I'd walk
part of the way.

I need the society...

Goodbye father.

Miss Forest.

- This is wonderful
news, Miss Forest.

Just listen, this is from
Mr. Sayers at Whitmans.

This is to advise you that
Mr. Frederick McMillan and I

as well as two other directors

have now read the
draft manuscript

of your Life of Lord
Southwold and feel

you would like to know
that we are unanimous

in our praise of the work.

Finding it informative,
entertaining, well documented,

and in every way
a most excellent

and acceptable political
biography.

He goes on to say
we hope to send it

for printing in early June.

- That is good news,
Mr. Bellamy.

You must be very pleased.

- Oh yes, I'm delighted.

And relieved.

If only this letter had
arrived three days ago

before my wife left for Canada.

How thrilled she
would have been.

- Could you not write and
tell her the news at once?

- Well there's no point.

By the time my letter
got to New York,

she'd be halfway across Canada.

- I see.

What a shame.

Could you not send her a
wireless message to the ship?

- A Marconigram?

Yes, I'll do that.

Then she'll get it at sea.

Well done, Miss Forest.

- Shall I take down the message?

Yes, and Ed can run around to
the Marconi office with it.

So a wireless message to
Lady Marjorie Bellamy,

estate room number six aboard
White Starliner R.M.S. Titanic

on route from Southampton
to New York,

date April 12th, 1912.

My message reads, Macmillan
is delighted

and impressed with manuscript.

Take good care of yourself.

All my fondest love, Richard.

(soft theme music playing)