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First-class passengers

please make your way to gangplank A.
Gangplank A, please.

I'm sorry, Hallam,
I had to go back for my flowers.

- Do you really need them?
- They were a gift!

From the Foreign Secretary.

I'm going to display them in
our suite at the Dorchester.

With the card,
where people can see.

King's condition grave!
King's condition grave!

He wasn't even ill
when we left Washington.

They're saying it's bronchitis.

The Royal family have
travelled up to Sandringham.

Oh, dear!

If he dies, will it
change things in Whitehall?

It will change things
almost everywhere.

Odd numbers are this side.

It must be further down.

It's been shut up so long

I'm surprised the lock
isn't full of cobwebs.

It's like a fairy tale.

Hallam!

We're hardly newlyweds.

This is our first proper home.

Oh, my good Lord.

What a ghastly old mausoleum!

I rather thought it might be.

Oh, I am so glad I booked
the builders in advance.

Hallam? Hallam!

I think the bulb's been broken.

It's as though the whole
house is still sleeping.

This house is going to see such life.

There'll be lights at every window.

Bowls of lilies on every surface.

I want to sit and gaze
at you each evening.

Sit, and listen to the
wireless and not talk,

because I know you so well
we don't have to speak at all.

Thank you.

Sir Hallam is a diplomat.

We shall entertain a great deal.

We require a butler with
sommelier experience,

and a housekeeper, of course, to
oil the wheels behind the scenes.

Then a parlourmaid,
and chauffeur-cum-manservant,

and absolutely the best
cook you can find me.

Very well, my lady.

What a splendid teapot.

It was a gift, my lady, from my late
employer, Lord Bellamy of Haversham.

Do you a budget in mind for staff?

This is what my husband suggests.

I see.

Although, if you don't
mind my saying so,

with a professed cook you'll be
wanting a kitchen maid as well,

and a pantry boy who can double
as a footman.

You'll need to account
for a wage for them.

Yes, but they'd be very juvenile, and
grateful for the experience, surely?

There are several possibilities
in Situations Wanted.

Perhaps you could arrange
for us to meet them.

And is there a nursery to consider?

I'm not entirely sure.

My husband inherited the
house when we were abroad,

and his father bought
it when he was in India.

The poor chap died without ever having lived
there, and it's been empty for six years.

What I was hoping to
ascertain, Lady Agnes,

was whether there were
any children in the family?

No.

No, I'm afraid there aren't.

The house is in Eaton Place.

Number 165,

so not far to walk, when you
come to carry out the interviews.

I usually...

do that here, my lady.

I'll be supervising builders,

meeting at the house will
be the most convenient thing.

May I assume this is
all within your powers?

Yes.

Splendid.

King's life draws to a close!
King's life draws to a close!

I should buy a black hat

now he's definitely dead.

He was an exemplary monarch.

I cried on the train.

And in the street.

Of course, it's Queen Mary I'm on
the rack about, being a widow myself.

It's distracting me from work.

Do you want this new
position or don't you?

I can't be making decisions
when I'm all wrung out like this.

Besides, you said
the money was no good.

The money's never
any good these days.

But there's no-one to touch
you for society cuisine.

No, I don't know, Miss Buck.

I'd have to give notice
at Virginia Water.

You told me you couldn't
stand Virginia Water!

They're raincoat manufacturers.

And you knew that
when you sent me there.

Not to mention I prefer
a basement kitchen.

This one has a basement kitchen.

How do you know?

It's in Eaton Place.

Number 165.

- The Bellamy house?
- Yes.

Smart young couple, they
want it all done up properly.

You ought to ask if
they'll take you on.

Upstairs maid again.

You'll be more secure than
you are running this place.

Mrs. Thackeray, you can't
turn back the clock.

Forty years I was in
service to that family.

Staff were loyal, once upon a time.

Yeah, it was a one-way street.

I'll warrant you
didn't get a pension,

apart from your hallmarked pot.

We'll end up dead in
harness, like the King.

Gangway!

We discussed my plans
for this bathtub!

It's to be plumbed in on the attic
floor to make a servant's bathroom!

Beg your pardon, your ladyship.

I'm going to go to the stationer's
to approve Sir Hallam's letterhead.

There are some things only I can do.

I'll join you this afternoon
for the footman's interviews.

There's only one
boy coming, my lady.

None of the others
were keen on the terms.

Hands, please.

Hands, Ivy!

It won't hold me back.

I've won prizes for my peeling.

Is that true, Matron?

We gave her a packet of
hairgrips for progress.

Everybody touch their toes.

And stand up again.

You may leave the room.

I'll race you!

Second on the left
seems suitable enough.

Winnie? We're working on it,
but she wets the bed.

The girl on the end
looks nice and quiet.

Joyce?

Nervous. She's not ready to live in.

Puce dress?

You'll be nailing
your valuables down.

You haven't brought
me four to pick from,

you've brought me a choice of one!

♪ Up the West End
That's the best end,

♪ Where the night clubs thrive

♪ Down into a dive you go

♪ Now there's a jazz queen
She's an 'as been,

♪ 'As been lord knows what

♪ Every night she's there on show

♪ She dances underneath
a magic spell

♪ She's full of charm and
gin and scotch as well... ♪

I think you'll find that
according to Mr. George Formby,

Fanlight Fanny was full of charm
and beer, and stout as well.

But they're men's drinks.

Fanlight Fanny was a woman.

It's a pun, child,
on the word "stout".

The lady in question was
clearly well upholstered.

Get out of there at once,

you'll mark it with your shoes.

Go and wait in the kitchen,
and take your friends.

Your plans for the
plumbing are rather unique.

A bath in the hall will
be quite an innovation.

Are you here with regard to
the housekeeper's position?

What's that?

Mr. Amanjit, come quickly,
they're upsetting Solomon.

Stop screaming,
you'll make him worse.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Amanjit.

Poor Solomon.

He'll need sweet tea.

If there's nothing in the kitchen
you must take him to a cabstand.

Very good, madam.

Every morning, as soon as he sees
me open my eyes, he applauds me.

I can't tell you how that
boosts one's confidence.

The monkey applauds
you every morning?

Well, I don't mean Mr. Amanjit.
He's my secretary.

Hallam, dear.

Are we not to kiss?

It's been quite some years.

Agnes. I would like you
to meet my mother, Maud.

Let's have no embarrassment.

You would get married just when
Nehru had demanded independence.

And Hallam's father simply couldn't
leave his desk for a wedding in Wales.

I always hoped I would know you
from your letters when we met.

Mother, the last we heard
you were going to Tangier.

Oh, I stayed for three days.

It was full of the British wintering,
and that sours a place like nothing else.

You know, I haven't lived
in England for over 30 years.

It was time to come home.

Now, where shall I put your father?

The Sikhs refer to death as
"passing through the fire".

The mantel shelf seems
as good a place as any.

This will suit me
very well as a study.

Please don't make hasty decisions.

There's nothing hasty
about this decision, Hallam.

I always intended to write my
memoirs when I had some time.

Now I have all the
time in the world.

I know she'll never mention it,

the clause in father's will, that
said I must provide her with a home.

Hallam,

you can provide her with a home without
allowing her to commandeer whole rooms.

I was planning a cocktail party
on the ground and first floors

and we can't do that now.

Why didn't you stand up to her?

I was brought up to
be polite to strangers.

Besides, if I'd tried it would
have proved my father right.

Proved he couldn't trust
me to do the proper thing.

You always do the proper thing.

Lady Agnes?

So, John, you were trained in
domestic service by the Scouts?

Yes, madam.

They ran a special camp
near us, for the unemployed.

Table laying and napkin folding,

although that got a bit
entertaining in the wind!

Is there no work in your
own part of the world?

There's the pit.

I want him to get on, sir.

I want him out of our village

and somewhere mixing with
a better class of person.

I'm sure all our servants
will be respectable.

I've forbidden him
to touch strong drink.

I happen to think
that's very sensible.

This is a splendid chance
for Johnny, Mrs. Proude.

He'll receive superb training,

and a chance to
consolidate his references.

Oh, begging your pardon, my
lady, he's only got the one.

One what?

Reference, sir.

And I'm quite sure
it's absolutely glowing.

Well, that's your
fresh start organised.

Agnes, dear. I'm
glad you called by.

Mr. Amanjit, will you
bring out the Moroccan box?

I've heard about the footman
and I have serious misgivings.

I've never engaged a servant
without two references,

even in India where
most of them are verbal.

The boy has never had a job.

I chose him because he
ought to have a chance.

You chose him because he's cheap.

Now you're here, we
should discuss the jewels.

You'll be glad to hear that
all of this is at your disposal.

I have no use for it now.

My father had to let
our family pieces go.

When I came out I used to look
at all the other girls with their

diamond clips and stars, and I
knew I could never begin to compete.

Where one cannot
compete, one must aspire.

Oh, I always aspired.

I'm going to treat my
sister to a diamond star

when she comes from
Wales to do the season.

It's as well you're
bringing her to London.

No girl gains perspective
until she's transplanted,

it's a universal law of life.

Now, you'd best try this on.

No good getting it out for the Coronation
Ball and finding it doesn't fit.

It is all diamonds.

Hallam said he thought it was.

It might have been made for you.

I always feared I hadn't
the face for a tiara.

Greville knew.

He never failed to compliment me.

I hope it doesn't shut
before we get to view him.

It's a Lying In State! Open till
the small hours, Lady Agnes says.

I wish you'd say yes to her.

The trouble with
aristocrats is they want

Savoy-style food from
a Stone Age kitchen.

They wouldn't care if you
cooked it in a cauldron,

so long as it's dished
up under a silver dome.

As a matter of fact, they've
got a new world gas range.

And I thought you
liked aristocrats.

I like proper ones.

It's a very new baronetcy,
they're practically self made.

I'll still warrant
there won't be refrigeration.

Coldspot Super Six,
coming from Harrods tomorrow.

Believe me, Hallam, old chap,

I would like nothing more
than to sink into a chair in

glorious oblivion in the
fug of that enthralling bar,

but I swear to God,

every petty princeling in
Europe has fetched up here,

expecting ringside seats
for my father's funeral,

while I, of course,
am now the king's brother.

Still the youngest, still
merely Duke of Kent...

... but everyone assumes
I have increased influence.

Will that be all,
your Royal Highness?

- Yes, thank you.
- Very good, sir.

Old man look after you in his will?

Yes, he owned some
mines in Udaipur.

- Diamonds?
- Asbestos. Deadly dull.

I sold them, advantageously.

And, of course, he managed to
leave me Mother as a makeweight.

It's a rum sort of
chapter, all of this.

Fathers shuffling
off this mortal coil.

- Babies appearing.
- Or not appearing.

We're old men, old chap.

Splendidly married and
gainfully employed.

One does rather wonder
how it came to this.

Hallam, have you been briefed
on Joachim von Ribbentrop?

Engineered the Anglo-German
naval agreement last year.

Not briefed as such.

I understand Mr. Eden isn't keen.

Eden hopes we've
seen the back of him.

Ribbentrop has no fixed portfolio.

He signs himself
Ambassador Extraordinary,

but he answers directly to Hitler.

He may approach you socially.

Is that not good?

Remains to be seen.

- You look tired.
- Bone tired.

It's been one absurd
row after another,

and it's all been David's doing.

Now he's king,
he does whatever he likes.

Have you heard about
his Yankee woman?

Mrs. Simpson? Oh, yes.

Much discussed in Washington.

She's even in the
papers over there.

She isn't in London,
it's all been stifled.

I've tried talking to him, but the
monarchal drawbridge has gone up.

I do love him, you know.

- It is not a help.
- Love.

It is such a bugger of a thing.

Did anybody see you?

No, my lady.

Cod and two penneth, as you
asked. No salt, plenty of vinegar.

It's the vinegar smell
that was driving me wild.

The builders seem to
have them every day.

Shall I fetch a plate
for you, my lady?

Nobody's looking.

- Can I tempt you?
- No, thank you, my lady.

Now, Miss Buck, I know I gave you
clear instructions about staff...

I am making enquiries, my lady.

And you must find me a
successor to Mr. Hudson.

He used to be the butler here,
his name's on the cellar key.

But I've realised that
I don't need a housekeeper.

I'm finding all of this
the most enormous fun.

I see.

As you wish.

Though I shall need
your help, naturally,

until we're settled in.

BLESSED ARE THE MEEK

Excuse me?

Is summat amiss?

- Who are you?
- I'm Johnny Proude.

I'm the footman in training.

I'm Ivy Morris, and I'm all at sea.

Miss Buck said I had
to make it up myself,

but this mattress weighs a tone.

In Barnardo's we
practise on a modern bed.

It takes two, that's all.

Now grab your side and
pull it as tight as you can.

There, look at that.

Smooth as an iced cake.

We aren't supposed to go
in the other servants' rooms.

Not supposed to lock
our doors neither.

You reckon they come snooping?

I put that there deliberate,

in case they think
they've got me beat.

One foot in front
of the other, Johnny!

Left, right, left...

How many times have
I told you? Left, right.

You should be able to balance the tray with one
hand whilst you open the door with the other.

No. No, no...

The pathless gorges of Baluchistan

are described by the
warriors of that region

as their friends.

As a bride of three months...

carried on a swaying litter...

... I was unable to
embrace that sentiment.

Lady Holland, there's a
bird's nest in the grate.

It must have fallen down the chimney.

But it's got an egg in!

Then you must get rid of it.

It's probably cracked, and if
Solomon finds it, he'll eat it,

and he shouldn't eat eggs
unless they're hardboiled.

Is it cracked?

I see no crack.

I see a perfect egg, and that
egg may yet become a life.

Now, go and lay
a fire for Lady Holland.

She feels the cold, and
it will warm her bones.

It's the King's first broadcast to
the Empire, why won't it come on?

Because you value
looks above efficiency.

That wireless is all
facade and no substance.

The one in the kitchen is
much more practical.

May the future bring peace

and understanding
throughout the world,

prosperity and happiness
to British people,

and may we be worthy

of the heritage which is ours.

♪ God save our gracious King

♪ Long live our noble King...

♪ God save our King

♪ Send him victorious

♪ Happy and glorious

♪ Long to reign to over us... ♪
- Oh, do open the door, somebody!

♪ God save the King! ♪
- I've just come all the way from Wales!

Persie?

Hello, sister, darling.

I haven't any money for my cab.

But Spargo was meant to
meet you from the station!

I got an earlier train.

I don't want anyone
touching my things!

It's bad enough being
told to dress for dinner

without having some grimy brat
diving into my suitcase.

- It's only Ivy!
- I'm choosy about

who gets to touch my underwear.

What on earth is happening?

I thought I was in the
bazaar at Bangalore.

Lady Persephone walloped me!

Maud, there is no need for
you to involve yourself!

I was defending my right to privacy!

- Is that a crime?
- Persephone.

In the space of 40 minutes,

you have slapped a servant,
distressed your sister

and, by delaying dinner, caused the
cook to ruin a marron souffle.

If you wish to eat while you're here,
I would suggest that you open this door.

There's almost nothing in it.

A sponge bag. No sponge.

Two blouses, one of which
belonged to Agnes.

Three pairs of
knickers, none with lace.

And a brassiere mended
with a safety pin.

The Towyns are old money,
Lady Holland.

And that means there's none.

This can all be changed.

What if I don't want it changed?

You're just being
contrary. Do you smoke?

No.

I shall teach you.

But not tonight, you
have behaved too badly.

When I was your age,

I threw all my drawers out
of a port hole in Port Said.

Why?

I was on my way to
India, to teach in Jaipur.

They were so old and shabby,

I was ashamed to give them
to the stewardess to wash.

So I took advantage
of the port hole,

and bought cheap silk ones
when we went ashore.

These are from home.

They smell of St Cadog.

That's a castle, isn't it?

- Yes.
- Damp.

Agnes thinks she's rescued me.

But I don't want to be rescued.

The minute I say, "Hurrah!
I'm saved!"

I admit how very horrible
my life so far has been.

I were just walking passed the airing
cupboard and I heard it cheeping.

Urgh. It's horrible.
What's it going to eat?

It will require live food.

You will need to gather
gnats and spiders.

There's plenty of them
out the back, in my garage.

Seeing how Ivy never comes
round there with her mop!

In Wales, they believe
birds in houses are unlucky.

Do you want to see it, Miss?

Not especially.

I'm to meet Lady Holland
at the British Museum.

I want Spargo, and the car.

Um. You're meant to wait
out the front of the house.

And get in the back.

Please, madam.

My sister says you're all
to call me Lady Persie,

if that's what I want.

And I do.

I won't call you lady anything
if you don't act like one.

The thing is, Lady
Persie, there are rules.

And you have to stick to
them, just as much as us.

I'll get you!

Agnes, dear, do speak to Mrs
Thackeray about the marmalade.

She only sends up thin-cut,
and Solomon likes thick.

I thought we'd agreed that you
should breakfast in the morning room.

Mr. Amanjit breakfasts in there on a
tray. I gave instructions to Miss Buck.

Did Persie tell you who we met
at the Picasso private view?

Mrs. Ernest Simpson!

I believe she's rather chic.

She is certainly
relentlessly well dressed.

I understand she's
a favourite of the King.

I think you'll find
that she's his mistress.

I know what "favourite" means, dear.

Tommy Lascelles introduced us.

She knew all about you, and
your position with Mr. Eden.

- She might be worth cultivating.
- Absolutely not!

Her power won't last,
the King will have to marry.

What if he marries her?

He can't. And don't talk
with your mouth full.

Which reminds me, I've just
booked you into charm academy.

Can she start before the party?

The party?

We're giving cocktails
and canapes for 40 guests

mainly connected to
the Foreign Office.

Next Thursday, five until eight.

Is that wise, when you
still don't have a butler?

It's not good enough, Miss Buck.

You've had weeks,
and we're still waiting!

With respect, my lady, you said
you wouldn't accept second best,

and every single applicant
has been exactly that!

Very well. We shall
have to compromise.

- There are a lot of Portuguese about...
- Absolutely not.

And I'm not having any drunks!

I can't abide the smell
of spirits on a man.

You may sit, Mr. Pritchard.

So this is the butler's pantry?

I'm accustomed to small spaces.

It's a legacy from
being on board ship.

Were you ever in the
actual Navy, Mr. Pritchard?

Or have you always been
on the cruise ships?

I worked for Cunard for 27 years.

Hence my reference
from Mr. Errol Flynn.

Why dry land, after all this time?

I developed a mastoid disorder.

It causes nausea, in a heavy swell.

Have you ever been in
service in a private home?

My challenge, Miss Buck,

was to make a dining room that
sat 300 feel like a private home.

This was my secret weapon.

I could line up a four-course setting
to within an eighth of an inch.

And do you have
sommelier experience?

Of course.

But the liners incline
towards the fashion,

and Champagne and spirits
were more popular than wine.

Not that I ever understood the
fascination, I am teetotal myself.

This is the key to the
wine cellar, Mr. Pritchard.

Make sure you guard it well.

Could you bear to lend me
your typewriter for an hour?

I need to finish the canape menu.

Mr. Amanjit has typed it up.

And he's agreed to
play piano at the party.

- Has he really?
- Here.

I wasn't convinced by
the Dixie chicken wings.

I replaced them with
diced egg in aspic.

When I was hostess for Sir Greville,
I always included a jellied canape.

And made sure that some
witty women were invited.

Bureaucrats relish an entertaining female,
and there were scarcely any on your list.

So, I asked the Hope girls,
and the Simpson woman.

Oh, dear. I do believe
you think I'm interfering.

I believe you were a
fine wife to Sir Greville.

And now I'm trying to be
a fine wife to his son.

I chose our guests with care.

You must telephone them, and
say an error has been made.

I shall put off the Hope girls,
if I must.

But Mrs. Simpson asked to
bring a "particular friend".

I imagine it's the King,

so I said he'd be welcome.

Turn right, please,
and into the cellar.

His Majesty the King!

It was the way Lady Agnes said it.

Reverent, but not in
any way intimidated.

I shall be hand-crimping
every vol-au-vent.

You stay in that nest now.

You want to see the King, don't you?

You want to come for canapes.

Champagne to the refrigerator.

These were supposed
to have come in vases!

I'm here to organise staff,
not flowers!

Give them here!

He's perspiring,
and I heard him belch.

Are you sure it was his mastoid?

I shouldn't wonder
if it was nerves.

- We're all nervous.
- Speak for yourself!

And pass the cheddar straws.

♪ Down into a dive you go

♪ There's a jazz queen, she's a
has-been, has been Lord knows what!

♪ Every night she's
there on show. ♪

I can't believe they've let you
have a bath in the afternoon.

I was sweating bricks.

Miss Buck had to have a word
with me about personal daintiness.

I can see your feet.

What can you see now, Johnny?

Not much.

Open the door.

Not yet.

Not this door.

Maybe tonight.

When we've finished work.

Maybe I'll come to you.

Promise?

You'll have to have a cocktail.

Get your courage up.

This is it then.

We really do have everything.

We even have the King.

All guests are to be
addressed as sir or madam,

with the exception of
the Duke and Duchess of Kent,

who are both to be addressed as Your
Royal Highness in the first instance,

and sir and ma'am,
to rhyme with ham, thereafter.

The King will be addressed
as Your Majesty, then sir.

And I want my duxelles milles-feuilles
held back till he arrives.

He's partial to mushrooms,
according to The Tatler.

You've had your orders.

Now make this household proud.

Left, right, left, right, one
foot in front of the other, Johnny.

Are you all right, Mr. Pritchard?

My stomach's on a knife edge.

I was like this at
Jimmy Cagney's 21st.

It didn't end well.

Agnes, my dear,

- may I introduce Mr. Eden?
- Lady Agnes.

My wife sends her apologies.

Another time, perhaps.
It's a pleasure to meet you!

I'm still living off the
memory of those exquisite roses.

Mrs. Simpson!

What a pleasure this is!

Lady Holland.

What a wonderful vestibule! You must
tell me the name of your decorator.

Where is that man?

May I introduce you to a friend,
Herr Ribbentrop?

How do you do?

You were expecting
someone else perhaps?

But, Your Royal Highness,
why has Mrs. Simpson come with him?

Why not with His Majesty?

Mrs. Simpson and
Ribbentrop are lovers.

Half of London knows it.
The remaining half suspects.

But she's the King's companion!

Quite.

One rather suspects there'll
be tears before bedtime.

What the deuce is he
doing here, Holland?

He's the guest of a guest, sir.

Rather drifted in.

Joachim von Ribbentrop
doesn't drift anywhere.

He's out to solicit the
British establishment.

He wants solid, upper class support
for Hitler and his Nazi party.

I see.

I hope so.

A word, darling. Now.

- This is your mother's fault!
- I don't care whose fault it is.

This is our home! And my reputation.

You're the hostess.

I need you to take charge.

Now, Miss Buck.

I have to ask Herr Ribbentrop
to leave. Immediately.

Sir Hallam insists,
and I don't know what to do.

I will inform Mr. Pritchard.

I had a governess from
Hamburg for a while.

Fraulein Schneider.

She could sing just
like Marlene Dietrich,

though she wouldn't do it often.

One imagines such things
could be quite educational.

Oh, she made me sing every line
right back to her in German.

Ich bin sicher das ihr Deutsch
ziemlich entzuckend ist.

I can't bear to look.

He's approaching the sofa.

I do hope you're right about this.

Perhaps you'll let me choose
my own guests next time?

I wouldn't have bothered
with crimped edges,

if I'd known some German
was going to eat them all.

The Duke went berserk for
your anchovy pinwheels.

He's hardly the King though, is he?

I mean, I've seen him
coming out the bank.

I wish you'd both stop
fretting about the guests!

From a service point of view,
the evening was a triumph.

Is that really a trick
off the liners, Mr. P?

Spilling drinks on
an unwelcome guest?

It might be.

You want to get some bread
and dripping down you.

I am off down the Crown And Anchor.

Would you care to
join me, Mr. Pritchard?

It's only round the corner,
it's where all the servants go.

Thank you, I'll stick with the cup
that cheers but does not inebriate.

- And so will Johnny.
- He's been working since dawn.

Let the lad have a treat.

I'm all right. I've
got things to do.

You taste like Champagne.

- What are you playing at, Ivy?
- You're not being a gentleman!

And you're not being a lady
neither, ladies keep their promises.

Where you going?

He signed with an agency

that rents out footmen
for the white-tie balls.

15 bob a night, some of them'll pay.

Look who's come calling.

Yes, Miss?

I'll have a creme
de menthe, please.

In a lady's glass.

Tell you what, Johnny,
someone's making sheep's eyes.

We had plans. I stood her up.

Stood her up? Where?

Round the alleyway,
up against the wall?

Orphanage girls, they
like a bit of loving.

Speak from knowledge, do you?

Well, I'll tell you what,

the girl looks game enough.

Johnny, what's got into you?

Don't move, don't move.

Get a cloth, someone.

I got it, mate, you'll
be all right, I got it.

Johnny?

Johnny, you're
making matters worse.

I've been sick, Miss Buck.

Pull the chain on it. You
don't want it looking at you.

Johnny. You're going
to have to come out.

I can't come out.

Can you come in?

I'm on probation, Miss Buck.

On probation here?

On probation from the courts.

I was done for brawling
in the village.

I'm like that when I'm in drink.

They bound me over
to keep the peace.

They said I had to
live away from home.

I've been seeing my
probation officer every week.

Why was nothing said?

This was my fresh start.

My clean sheet.
I had no past in this house.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Miss Buck.

Come on, Johnny.
One foot in front of the other.

Left, right, left, right...

Johnny has been remanded in custody.

He will be charged with
wounding with intent.

Well, it's almost unfortunate.

You'll have to pour your own coffee.

Miss Buck hasn't been in to
reorganise the servants,

and Agnes seems incapable
of doing so herself.

Agnes is occupied
writing to John's mother.

Rearrange the words
in this sentence:

door, stable, bolted, after, horse.

I will not have Agnes blamed
for last night's horrible fiasco!

She's not the one who
invited bloody Ribbentrop!

I didn't invite Ribbentrop.

I did invite Mrs. Simpson,
and she clearly used me.

But neither of them brought
the police force to your door.

What would Father have done

in a situation of this nature?

He was never in a
situation of this nature.

Your father, Hallam,
left everything to me.

I find it such a help to gaze on
water during awkward conversations.

I had a lily pond made
behind our house in Delhi.

My marriage endured
as a direct consequence.

I hope I haven't embarrassed you.

I do realise I've been
extremely complimentary.

You caught me
unawares, Lady Holland.

My ends are entirely selfish.

Sir Hallam needs you to
stay on at Eaton Place

to ensure the proper
running of his home.

I told him I would arrange it,

and no mother likes to
disappoint her only child.

Lady Agnes didn't want a
housekeeper, and certainly not me.

She doubtless thought you were
ready to be put out to grass.

I daresay she thinks the same of me.

But we have experience, you and I.

We are what that house requires.

I should have asked more questions.

I wanted instant staff
at an ideal price,

and never once stopped to
think where that might lead us.

It's not just the staff who
need training, Miss Buck.

Please don't get up and make tea!

If you make tea, you'll have time to
think. And I don't want you to think.

I just want you to say yes.

Begging your pardon, my lady,
I can't accept your offer.

It's already been made to me...

... by Lady Holland.

Come now, we have cried enough.

This is for you.

Welcome home.

He's doing it again,

he's caressing that
cherry with his eyes.

I think Lady Agnes
would be very embarrassed

if I cleaned up her sick.

Go out and get swabbing.

Darling, you must see a doctor,

we must take the best advice.

Miss Buck says you sailed
from Hamburg overnight.

That's not a voyage,
that's an ordeal.

You told me to think, Maud.

You didn't say I had
to think like you.

Send the foolish girl to bed.

I will send my sister to
bed when I'm good and ready.

Mosley's going to break
down barriers and class.

I'm glad.

I despise the rich.

Somebody come to our bedroom!

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