All language subtitles for The.Jewel.in.the.Crown.S01E05.The.Regimental.Silver.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-MZABI_track3_[eng]

*

Thanks very much, Ronnie.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You'd better go, Mummy.
Goodbye, darling!

Goodbye.

Somebody catch!

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

(whistle blows)

Good evening,
Miss Layton!

Hello.

I'm afraid everyone else
is lying down.

And you?

I'm waiting for
the fireflies to come out.

The last place the light
goes from is the lake.

But when it's really dark,
the lake's darker than anything.

Water reflects the light.

Will you have
a drink, Ronald?

If you'll have one too.

Whiskey, if I may.

Kesar, ek burra peg aur
ek Tom Collins laie.

You feel I need
a burra peg then?

I don't know about need.

Deserve.

No, thank you.

Haven't you had
a rest?

I've been writing letters.

Well, one letter.

To Father in Germany
about the wedding.

They'll be in Nanoora soon.

Teddie and Susan.

Yes.

I've really come
to say goodbye.

I'm off to Calcutta
first thing in the morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The signal was
waiting for me

when I got back
from the station.

Things are on the move.

Will you write
to me sometimes?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

(cups clatter)

Bus!

Cheers.

I'm glad you were alone.

I wanted to apologize.

That stone that someone
chucked this morning...

was meant for me.

It sounds melodramatic,
but persecution of that kind

has been going on ever since
I left Mayapore.

That stone and...

that unpleasant scene
at the platform.

I was the worst best man
Teddie could've chosen.

Oh, no.

It made me feel ridiculous.

As though I have
something to hide.

When all I want is to forget.

I hope your mother in particular
understands that.

I'm not unconscious
of my obligation to her.

We all understand.

Thank you.

But I don't really understand
about the woman at the station.

Was she the mother of one
of the boys who got arrested?

His aunt.

The man who was with her
put her up to it.

He knows there's
nothing I can do.

The case is useful to him;
it serves his purpose.

Bye-bye!

Somebody catch!

Bye!

Bye!

(speaking Hindi)

What the devil?

FENNY:
Who was that?

A madwoman.

Some madwoman.

What was she like?

The girl in the Mayapore
business?

Rather like you.

Not physically.

Well... not as pretty.

She was a bit clumsy.

She made a joke of it.

But she was sensitive.

The kind of girl
you could talk to.

Although our backgrounds
were quite different.

Were you in love with her?

I don't know.

I thought I was for a while.

But if I was,
it wasn't love at first sight.

I thought she was another
of those English girls

who'd come over here
with a bee in their bonnets

about the rotten way
we treat Indians.

She didn't see why a line
had to be drawn--

has to be drawn.

But it's essential, isn't it?

Poor Daphne tried to do
without all that.

I tried to stop her.

And found out she wasn't
just another English girl

with a bee in her bonnet,
she was this girl.

And... it wasn't a bee.

I don't know what it was.

But it destroyed her.

I'm sorry.

I said she was like you
and I'm describing

all the things that made
her different,

but then...

This may sound impertinent.

No, I'm sure it won't.

Well...

That first morning when I joined
you at the station restaurant

and you sat in the front
of the car next to the driver.

I thought...
please, forgive me.

I thought, "Here's another one
who doesn't see

why the line has to be drawn."

That's why I started talking
about young Kasim.

I think subconsciously
he'd impressed me

as being a man
of Hari Kumar's type.

Hari Kumar?

Oh, the chief suspect
in the case.

The man she was friendly with.

In that car, there was
a sort of fantasy in my mind

of Hari and Daphne
about to come together again.

But...

I was wrong.

Mr. Kasim knows where the line
has to be drawn, doesn't he?

So do you.

I can't speak for Mr. Kasim.

Well, then, for yourself.

What are we
talking about, Ronald?

The social pressure that keeps
the ruled at arm's length

from the rulers?

Or the biological pressure
that makes a white girl afraid

of being touched by an Indian?

I think they're connected.

A white man...

I or Teddie, for example,
if one's tastes ran that way,

could marry an Indian woman
or live with her.

He'd have the dominant role
whatever the color of his skin.

But an Indian man touching
a white-skinned woman

would always be conscious
that he's...

What's the word?

Diminishing her.

And she'd be conscious
of it, too.

I'm sorry.

I've put it very badly.

And I've broken
one of the sacred rules.

One isn't supposed to talk
about that kind of thing.

One isn't supposed to talk
about anything very much.

I know.

It's how we hide our prejudices
and go on living with them.

Would you say
goodbye for me?

And apologize
to your family.

I expect Aunt Fenny
will be out in a while.

No, I really
must be going.

I'm only half packed.

There's a firefly.

The end of your vigil.

ANNOUNCER:
It's alive with Japs.

First evidence of the enemy
as Jap booty captured

in a previous encounter,

evidence of the turn
of the tide of war,

clearing the Arakan of Japanese
strongholds.

On the lookout for snipers.

"Duck your head over the next
hill, signed Tojo."

And it's sound advice as
Allied bombers go into action.

(explosions)

(rapid gunfire)

The Japs retreat, but weary
soldiers search the area

for snipers left behind.

A Jap hideout.

Japan boasts her soldiers never
retreat, never lose their nerve,

fight bravely to the death
rather than face capture.

Well, here's the truth.

A Jap soldier surrendering as
frightened as a cornered rabbit.

Wounded prisoners are taken back
for first aid.

A captured flag marks the end
of the engagement,

but there's excitement ahead.

In fact, Dorothy Lamour
three jungles up,

to say nothing of Tarzan.

*

You have a question,
Lady Manners?

Yes, I'm afraid
I've forgotten your name.

Rowan.

Rowan.

It's a curious thing,
memory.

My husband had an excellent one,
a great asset to a governor.

You were in Burma,
Captain Rowan?

Until my dose of fever.

And shall you go back
to active service?

No, no, I'm told not.

I've applied to get back
into the political department,

which is what
I've always wanted.

Have you
the photograph there?

H.E. gave me an envelope,
which he said you might ask for.

I'd like to see it,
if I may.

Would you unseal it for me?

You can see Kandipat now.

I should explain,
before we reach the prison

I shall pull down the blinds
over the window.

I have all the necessary
documents to pass us

through the gates.

Would you like me to go
through the arrangements?

I'm sure H.E. has arranged
everything as I would wish.

But in case I forget to say it
afterwards, Captain Rowan,

thank you for everything
you've done for me.

ROWAN (via speaker):
Are you ready?

MAN (via speaker):
Quite ready if you are.

(buzzer)

(intercom crackles)

ROWAN:
Your name is Kumar?

Haan.

Sit down, please.

Baito, baito.

These proceedings
are authorized by order

of the Governor
in Council.

The purpose is to examine any
facts relevant to your detention

under the Defense
of India Rules.

I am instructed to advise you
that the purpose

of the proceedings
is only to examine,

not to make a recommendation
in regard to your detention.

I now ask you, do you agree
to this examination?

Haan.

Do you wish it to be conducted
in English or in Hindi?

Angrezi.

I'm sorry.

I mean in English.

I seldom have an opportunity
of speaking English

to anyone but myself.

I see.

ROWAN:
Then we will proceed
in English.

Your name is Kumar,
your given name, Hari,

son of the late Duleep Kumar
of Didbury,

in the county of Berkshire.

(laughing):
Honestly, Mildred,
that's a laugh.

Someone threw a stone
at the Nawab's car?

Teddie and the best man
were in it.

I'm glad you're amused.

You must admit it does
have its comic side.

Teddie at the altar with a lump
of sticking plaster on his face.

Only 72 hours of honeymoon
before he has to buzz off

and fight the Japs.

How did Susan take it?

Susan was splendid.

She saved the day.

And it's not comic for her.

Back to life
as bloody usual in Pankot.

And in the bloody
grace-and-favor, too.

I must say she's looking
radiant for a grass widow.

Mildred, you don't suppose...

Really, Nicky!

I don't suppose anything.

This whole stupid business
could have been avoided

if Captain Merrick
had only said.

What?

What he should
have said to Teddie.

That he was the policeman
in that ghastly Manners case

and he'd been tracked down
ever since.

Then why didn't he?

Perhaps because he wanted
to be best man.

Seems rather an off thing to do
as Teddie's fellow officer.

He's hardly that!

I thought you said he was.

Nicky, Captain Merrick
is not a Muzzy Guide.

If fact, he's scarcely
a gentleman at all.

Not top drawer?

Not by any stretch
of the imagination.

(chuckles)

Oh, well!

That's that.

Is Sarah making the fourth?

ROWAN (via speaker):
I would like to return
for a moment

to the time when
District Superintendent Merrick

made what you claim
was an obscene remark.

You had refused to answer
any questions.

Because Merrick had refused
to give me the reason

for my arrest.

But then at 22:45
you made the statement

as it appears
on the DSP's report.

"I haven't seen Miss Manners

since the night we visited
the temple."

Yes.

And until this examination
you have persistently refused

to make any other statement.

Yes.

How long did the interrogation
continue?

I lost track of things
like time.

Two hours? More?

Could have been.

So you were alone
with the examining officer

for two hours or more?

No, other people came in
after a bit.

The two constables?

There may have been others.

It seemed like it.

Are you saying
you were confused?

A little giddy perhaps,
standing for a long time?

I wasn't standing then.

You were allowed
to sit?

No.

I don't
understand.

You were not standing,
but you were not sitting.

What were you doing? Lying down?

I was bent over a trestle.

Bent over a trestle?

Tied to it.

For the more persuasive part
of the interrogation.

You told us
you were naked.

Were you physically ill-treated?

A cane was used.

You say you were caned?

How many times
were you hit?

I don't know.
Six times?

12 times?
More than 12?

I didn't count.

You have no idea?

Did you lose
consciousness?

It's very difficult to breathe
in that position.

It's all you think of
in the end.

After a time they brought
Vidyasagar down

to hear me confess.

But I said nothing.

Then Merrick sent everyone out.

We were alone.

He spoke and acted
even more obscenely.

That is the second allegation
of obscenity

you have made against an officer
of the Indian police.

But the word is not precise.

You must give examples

so that anyone reading
the report can judge

whether its use
is justified or not.

He asked me
if I was enjoying it.

He said...

"Aren't you enjoying it?

"Surely a randy fellow like you
doesn't exhaust himself

just having it once."

He had his hand between my legs
at the time.

Strike that
from the record!

Delete everything that followed
the prisoner's statement:

"We were alone."

Why are you lying?

I'm not lying.

I'm answering your questions.

I put it to you
that you are.

You still have
an opportunity to retract.

I advise you to think
most carefully

whether you should take
that opportunity.

I have nothing to retract.

I'm sorry.

I seem to have misunderstood.

Misunderstood
the questions?

No.

The reasons for asking them.

I made the wrong guess.

Something's happened to her,
hasn't it?

You mean Miss Manners?

Yes.

I agreed to this examination
because I thought Daphne

had finally persuaded someone
to believe the truth.

This begins to smell
of uneasy conscience.

Something's happened to her
and I'm the loose end

you want to tie up.

What's happened?

Is she dead?

I've sometimes felt it, but...

(voice breaking):
If she is,

you should have said.

You should have told me.

We presumed you knew.

She died of peritonitis.

That's blood poisoning,
isn't it?

Burst appendix,
that sort of thing.

I gather the peritonitis
was the result

of a Caesarean operation.

A Caesarean.

Yes, I see.

She married?

No.

She didn't marry.

I see.

Do you still have nothing
to retract?

No.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Auntie Mabel,
are you sleepy?

Yes, but not tired.

I've reached the age,
you know, whenever I sit down

and do nothing,
I just drop off.

So if you and Barbie
would excuse me,

there are some drawers
I should turn out.

Don't you need me
to help you?

Aziz can do it.

Something he enjoys.

You stay and talk to Sarah.

I mustn't stay too long.

There's something
I still don't understand.

Who was the Indian woman
at the station?

The aunt of the boy
Miss Manners is supposed

to have been infatuated with.

He's still in prison.

Kneeling at Captain Merrick's
feet, beseeching him!

(tuts)

Poor woman.

He said they were
exploiting her,

using her as part of a scheme
to make him look

like a marked man.

He hadn't seen her
since he'd left Mayapore.

Did he remember
my friend Edwina Crane?

Oh, I'm sorry,
I never thought to ask.

I don't suppose he did.

Although as DSP in Mayapore
he must've known all about her

being attacked.

But he did have his hands full

with that other
awful business, didn't he?

Wasn't he supposed to be
in love with her?

Miss Manners, I mean.

He said he'd been
attracted to her.

He made it sound
like a confession.

As if he was determined to be
honest about the whole thing.

But all the time
I felt he wasn't.

I don't know why
I felt that.

But everything he said
sounded rehearsed.

And while he was saying it,
I felt him watching

for the effect,
knowing what it would be.

You didn't like him.

No, I don't think
I liked him at all.

What did you say?

Did I say anything?

I'm sorry,
I thought you did.

You seem to be haunted by it.

That's what I was thinking.

By that whole awful business.

Someone should be
haunted by it.

Yes, I suppose we should.

Don't go just yet.

There's something I want
you to take to Susan.

I won't be a moment.

All right.

(door opens)

Lady Manners,
are you all right?

Yes.

He spoke the truth.

I'm glad you felt that.

Sitting close to him, it was
painfully apparent that he did.

You never mentioned to him that
you remembered him at school,

at Chillingborough.

It seemed unnecessary.

Kumar will be released.

To what?

No matter.
I've had my amusement.

Amusement?

Isn't it all a charade?

We go back into our corners
and try to guess the word.

Hari Kumar, too,
and Mr. Merrick.

Nothing can happen
to Mr. Merrick, can it?

The uncorroborated evidence
of a prisoner.

That's part
of the charade, too.

Here we are!

It's a combined wedding
and 21st birthday present.

Apostle spoons.

I'd be so grateful
if you'd take them to her.

Thank you, Barbie.

That's very kind.

I thought I ought to tell you
I may be leaving Pankot.

Oh, Sarah!

Why? Where to?

Just to do something
more useful.

Nursing, perhaps,
or what I'm doing now,

but where the war's
a bit closer.

Do you think that's selfish?

Why selfish?

Because of leaving
mother and Susan.

With Daddy a prisoner of war,
it seems to be my job

to help look after things.

Susan's a married woman now.

Yes, that's why I thought
I'd go.

Of course,
I should miss you dreadfully.

So would everyone.

But it would be wrong
to hold you back.

That would be selfishness.

Thank you for Susan's present.

Please don't bother
to see me off.

Say goodbye
to Auntie Mabel for me.

Of course.

Oh, no.

Hello, Barbie.

Sarah's gone, she asked me
to say goodbye.

We're sorting out
some winter things.

Oh, no, Aziz.

Haan. Bond-is Street.

I bought it in London
the last summer I was there,

so you can tell

how out of date it is,
but every winter,

Aziz tries to make me bring it
out because of the tag.

Bond-is Street is pukka.

You could shorten
the skirt.

Shorten skirt!

(sighs)

Very well, Aziz.

Put it on this pile.

Memsahib...

Sarah bachcha...

It's a christening gown.

Was it Sarah's?

Haan. Sarah Mem.

Look, butterfly.

Butterflies.

Oh, but it's beautiful!

My mother gave it to me
when I married, for my children.

But of course I never had
any of my own.

So I saved it for my stepson,

for when
he had children.

Did Susan wear it, too?

No, Mildred had something
new for her.

There's a full length of it
still unmade up.

Enough for a shawl.

Aziz, show Barbie Mem
the piece.

It's exquisite!

Look, they're caught up
in the web.

Poor prisoners!

Would you like that piece?

For me?

It's too beautiful.

So delicate... alive.

Aziz will keep it safe.

Mabel!

Come in.

Good morning, Barbie.

(sighing):
I've had one, too.

"Mrs. John Layton, Miss Sarah
Layton and Mrs Edward Bingham

"request the pleasure
of your company

"at the Officers' Mess,
the Pankot Rifles.

RSVP."

It's Susan's 21st.

I had a note from Susan, too,

thanking me for
the apostle spoons.

She says the wedding presents
will be displayed.

I expect you'd like to go.

Well, only if you go, too.

I shall have to,
but I want to come away

before they start eating.

I can't bear eating
standing up.

But Mildred knows that,
she won't mind.

Eating in crowds gives me
indigestion, too.

We can just slip away.

But what shall I wear?

I did see some heliotrope stuff
in the bazaar.

If only we could get down
into Ranpur for some shopping.

We have two weeks.

I shall never go
to Ranpur again.

At least,
not until I'm buried.

Buried?

In St. Luke's
churchyard there.

Where my husband is.

St. Luke's.

"Whom God hath joined..."
I hadn't thought.

You could wear
heliotrope, Barbie.

It's such a happy color.

Yes, I think
I could carry it.

Susan says all the young
officers will want to meet you.

You must be the grandmother
of the regiment, I suppose.

But it's years since
I've visited the Mess.

We shall go.

(military band playing
in distance)

Is it Ghulam?

Ghulam Mohammed?

Yes, Memsahib.

I think we're late.

Thank you, Ghulam.

It's very crowded.

(indistinct chatter)

You've both made it.

Hello, Auntie.

Oh, it's so nice of you
to come.

And thank you for the
marvellous present.

Hello, Barbie.

Hello, Susan.

Mabel, you know
Kevin Coley, don't you?

Yes.

I'm the oldest captain
in the regiment now.

Deputizing
for Susan's father.

I think I met you
once with John.

Yes, he seems to be keeping
his spirits up in prison camp.

From what I hear.

Of course he can't
write many letters.

But Sarah brings me
all the news.

Where is Sarah?

SUSAN:
It's awful Daddy can't
be here, all the same.

Auntie, come and meet
General and Mrs. Rankin.

Kevin will
introduce you.

Yes, of course.

Barbara.

Hello, Clarissa.

Hello, Arthur.

How nice to see you here.

How are you?

Is Sarah here?

She wasn't at the door
unless I missed her.

How awful if I did.

She was here
a minute ago.

Sarah Layton...

I'll see
if I can find her.

Thank you.

His poor feet

in this dreadful crush!

CLARISSA:
Oh, there she is now.

Hello, Barbie.

Oh, what a nice suit.

Is Mabel all right,
do you think?

I feel I ought to be with her
but there were so many.

They've got her a chair
over there.

Several young men
are looking after her

and she's absolutely fine.

We're slipping away,
you know, before the buffet.

Yes, I know.

Have you changed
your mind?

I mean, about the presents?

Susan did say they would be
on display, but perhaps

it proved too difficult.

No, they're on
the table there.

Shall we go and look?

Oh, yes, I must.

Then I'll see you
later, Barbie.

This is Captain Webb.

Mrs. Layton.

Barbara?

Here they are.

I say, splendid display.

Yes!

Yes, it is.

Wavell's the first viceroy
we've had who knows anything

about the country.

Oh, Mrs. Paynton...

Then of course,
he's a soldier.

It's what you'd expect.

They were in a box.

What did you say?

I mean, I agree.

A splendid display.

Absolutely splendid!

So many things.

Do you know, I've never been
in a mess before.

I mean a Mess
with a capital M.

Isn't that odd?

Or don't you think so?

I suppose this room
is the anteroom.

Is that the right
nomenclature?

Oh, look!

There's the canteen of silver.

I'm sure I saw another toaster.

Are you looking
for something special?

No.

They're not here.

Oh, excuse me.

(glass rattling)
Barbara, do be careful.

I think we'd better
stand back.

Yes.

One can't expect...

(loud, echoing chatter)

(laughter)

Such a crush!

I've forgotten how
to cope with crowds.

I can't hear myself think,
but then one never can.

Or can you?

Are you all right?

(children's voices echoing)

I sometimes wonder
how many of those children

did I bring to God?

There were 12, you see.

Apostles.

I was alone.

(voices stop)

Excuse me, have you seen
Mrs. Layton?

Mrs. Layton, senior?

The lady in the grey hat
and scarf.

She was sitting
in this chair.

Oh no, she went, I think.

But she can't have!

Thank you.

Mabel?

(military band playing
in distance)

Mabel!

Oh, Barbie.

Is it time
for us to go?

I lost you.

We can go out the back way,
through the corridor.

If you're ready.

Oh, I'm ready.

Susan's going
to have a baby.

Mildred told me.

So Sarah's decided
not to go away.

The regimental silver.

Exactly as it was when
I first saw it 40 years ago.

Whilst how many starved?

Nothing has changed.

(chuckling):
Now I'm not even angry.

But someone should be.

ANNOUNCER:
Havildar Gaje Ghale.

He lives again in memory
that moment when,

wounded in his arm,
in his chest and in his leg,

he went on fighting.

Covered in blood from his
neglected wounds, he led his men

into a hand-to-hand fight
with the enemy.

For superb courage,
the Victoria Cross.

Chela Ram-- what he did saved
countless lives and he died.

This is his widow and his child.

For her it's all strange
and bewildering.

Chela Ram was her husband.

Now the viceroy comes to tell
her that Chela Ram was a hero.

Now widow and child are brought
forward to meet the viceroy.

Other wives are watching--

the commander-in-chief's wife,

the wife of the viceroy himself.

Now he's giving her Chela Ram's
medal, the Victoria Cross,

and she hears the world told

how Company Havildar Major
Chela Ram rallied his men

under fire with no thought
for his own danger

despite his serious wounds;

how his men, inspired by his
example, fought off the enemy

with bayonets, sticks and rocks

picked up from
the western desert;

how he was wounded again
and died still leading his men.

MAN (on radio):
The Allied assault on Cassino
continues with heavy fighting

in all areas.

Meanwhile in Delhi,
it has been strongly denied

that the Japanese forces...

(knock at door)

Come in!

The Supreme Commander
has informed...

You wanted to see me, sir?

Ah, yes.

...in the area of Kohima.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

Yes, sir, it is.

I didn't mean the war.

I'm afraid this is personal.

Would you like to sit?

We've had a signal
through Calcutta.

I thought it best
to tell you first.

I'm sorry.

I see.

What a terrible,
terrible thing.

I'll ring my wife.

We'll all do what we can.

Thank you.

I'd better go now.

Well, won't you wait
a minute before you go?

You've had a shock.

No, it's better like this.

I mean better than just
a telegram arriving.

Yes, of course.

Sarah?

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

Bhass!

(record playing)

Hello.

Susan mustn't see me yet.

I must speak to Mother.

What's wrong?

Teddie's been killed.

Nicky, how could you possibly
bid three no trumps

on that hand?

MABEL:
Sarah's here.

MAGDA:
Is she?
Whatever for?

MABEL:
She wants to speak
to you.

Sarah?

It's not about Daddy.

I'm sorry.

Teddie.

Would someone get my drink?

(record stops)

Where's Susan?

Asleep on the veranda.

I'll go out and try to tell her.

Perhaps someone should ring
Dr. Travers in case

she takes it badly.

Do you want me to...?

No, Barbie, I can manage.

Is it lunchtime
already?

No, I've come back early.

Have you come on badly
or something?

No, it's not that.

Shall we help Auntie Mabel
with the flowers?

You'll get as big as a house
if you lie around all day.

I'm as big
as a house already.

Have they given you
the day off?

Sort of.

Why?

Something's happened...

And I have to tell you about it
and I don't know how to.

So I think I'd better
just say it straight.

It's about Teddie.

The signal came
this morning.

It says Teddie's
been killed.

So that's what we have
to start believing.

If there was any doubt about it,
I wouldn't, but it does.

And I'm sorry...

I'm sorry...

(stifled sob)

No!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

(screaming)

(ticking)

BARBARA:
Sue, there's someone
to see you.

MAN:
We're only dropping in,
you know.

Thought you might
like to have a word.

Who was that?

The padre and his wife.

They said they'd only look in.

I told them Dr. Travers
wanted her kept quiet.

I never cared much for Teddie,
you know.

So I can't pretend
to be bowled over.

(sighs)

And I don't think
Susan really loved him.

She was very secretive
about the honeymoon.

At least she was with me.

Did she say anything to you?

No.

I don't think Teddie was...
very experienced.

Not that that's important.

Although it is if there's
a lack of consideration too

and that's how he struck me.

I rather hoped that
Muzzy Guide friend of his

would cut him out.

But he never even tried.

What are we going to eat?

Sue said she doesn't
want anything.

There's some cold chicken
and salad.

But you must tell Mahmud
to get up a tray for her.

She can't not eat.

(knock at door)

Oh, Christ!

Come in.

We didn't stop.

It was my husband
she wanted to see.

Would you like a drink?

Not for me, thanks.

Darling?

Well, I wouldn't
refuse a gimlet.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

It's very sad.

She's asked for
a memorial service,

which seems suitable.

I shall be happy
to arrange it for her.

Not "happy," darling.

No, no, of course not.

Happy to be of use.

I thought on Saturday week,
if you agree, Mrs. Layton.

Then I can announce it next
Sunday at matins and evensong.

If it's what Susan wants.

Thank you.

Oh, yes, it seems
she does.

(bells tolling)