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[Indistinct conversations]

- Hello, Sarah.
- Finished upstairs, Sarah?

Yes. And I've done
that chandelier.

I'll be up later to have a look.

Hope you haven't
cracked anything.

- No, I was ever so careful.
- Oh, I should hope.

You know what Mr. Hudson's
like about breakages.

Last time they was
away for the summer,

my under-housemaid
broke a glass ornament.

Venetian glass.

ROSE: Wedding present.

It was Mr. Hudson what stopped
Page's wages, not Lady Marjorie.

Mr. Hudson's very
queer about breakages.

So I hope you
was careful, my girl.

Our old Mr. Becker couldn't
give a hoot, could he?

He does most of
the breaking himself.

Up to here with importings.

ENID: He can't leave it alone.
You know what some butlers are.

Lady Marjorie wouldn't
stand for it, would she, Rose?

Well, be that as it
may, we're quite happy.

- Glass of gin, Sarah?
- Eh?

It's all right. Enid
brought it with her.

Oh.

Here. Don't they ever miss it?

Captain Graham's too
busy turning the blind eye.

To everything mostly,
particularly to Mrs. Graham.

ROSE: Oh, Mr. Bellamy's
ever so scrupulous.

- He don't miss a thing.
- ALFRED: What a pity.

You're not really
fashionable, you people.

Oh, yes, but Lady Marjorie is
hardly Mrs. Graham, is she?

I mean, Lady Marjorie
don't need to be fashionable.

Maybe not, Rose.

But then it wasn't Mrs. Graham

got made the laughingstock
of London, was it?

Meaning exactly?

You know, my dear Rose.

Our friend the society painter

made a right monkey
out of your Lady Marjorie.

Oh, it would take a great deal
more than something so... trivial

to upset Lady Marjorie.

[Chuckles]

This is a respectable household.

How frightfully dull for you,
my poor dears. [Laughs]

Oh, we forgot, Enid.

This is the household
that keeps their old bones

and sends the bottles back.

The rag and bone man
don't call here, Henry.

Well, what do you do, Enid?

What do we do?

How do you think I come by this?

Where's your glass?

Let not thy sins
nor thy evil doings

be made known to the children
of God in their innocence.

ROSE: All right, Alfred.

No, nothing like that
goes on in this household,

thank you very much.

I say to you, put thine
own house in order.

Our Mrs. Bridges isn't
above losing the odd bit of lard

or a chicken now and
then, is she, Sarah?

ROSE: That will be quite
enough, thank you, Alfred.

Well, go on.

It's the holidays.

- All right.
- HENRY: A drop of gin, Enid.

ENID: Of course, this is a
respectable household, Henry.

Oh.

ENID: They've got
appearances to keep up.

Although, uh, we did hear
that Lady Marjorie's appearance

at a certain ball wasn't
all that it should've been.

- What you talking about?
- Apsley House.

We heard that dress
had been seen before.

- ROSE: Never.
- SARAH: It was a new dress.

She never wears
a ball gown twice.

It was a new dress. I
saw it arrive from Paris.

That's right... Paris.

In France.

Paquin.

Mrs. Graham's came from Paquin.

Oh. Where's that?

- Where's that?
- Yeah.

That's a French designer.
That's where that is.

You know, Rose.

Paquin.

Oh, yes.

It all comes back to me now.

ENID: Well, that...

SARAH: It was a beautiful
dress, and it had a lovely train.

Well, it wasn't so
long as Mrs. Graham's.

Now, that was a train.

It was ever so
long. We all saw it.

It was the most beautiful
dress, wasn't it, Emily?

Oh, I've never
seen a dress like it.

Well, I don't suppose
you saw a pair of shoes

till you came over here.

Or a pair of bloomers.

[Laughter]

- It was ever so long.
- ENID: Mrs. Graham's train

was so long, as she
came down the stairs,

it just covered all the
stairs, didn't it, Henry?

Yeah. It was really long.

Oh, yes?

Well, Lady Marjorie,
as she stood in the hall,

Roberts, her personal maid,

was still picking it
up in the boudoir.

ENID: Oh, yes, I'm sure.

I can show it to you if
you don't believe me.

If you've eyes big
enough to take it in.

ENID: Lead on.

Well, then.

All right.

[Laughter]

- Come on, Emily.
- HENRY: I've seen a boudoir.

EMILY: Do you think we should?

Oh, she wants to stay
here and tell her beads.

ENID: Oh, come on.

ROSE: I shall lead the way.

Hey, where's the lavatory?

It's in the area.

HENRY: I've been
drinking, haven't I?

[Indistinct talking]

Don't you know that?

Can't have it in
the boudoir, can I?

Eh, out here?

[Hinges squeak]

ROSE: Come on.

Shh.

- Waaaah.
- Shh!

I don't know what we're
standing around for.

It's not gonna bite us.

ENID: Empty houses... ooh!

Yes, but it's not gonna bite.

Our hall's twice
the size of this one.

I thought it might be.

Ladies and gentlemen,
would you follow me, please?

[Laughter]

Hey, didn't we meet at one of
Mrs. Kepple's bridge evenings?

Certainly, don't you know.

I was the one getting
pickled in the smoking room.

[Laughter]

Oh, what a grand
slam I had that night.

Oh, that's what his Majesty
is calling it these days.

[Laughter]

Don't just stand there, girl.

Go downstairs and tell Hudson
to bring up the champagne.

Oh, I hope you're serving
the Veuve Clicquot.

It's all the rage.

[Speaks indistinctly]
Don't you know!

He's such fun.

[Knock on door]

Blimey.

What we gonna do?

Quick.

ENID: What?

I don't know, but quick.

Well, they can't hear
through walls, you know.

Everybody get belowstairs
with the two girls.

And, Alfred, the door.
And get rid of that jug.

- MAN: Good evening.
- [Inhales sharply]

Good evening.

Uh, Police Constable Hobbs, sir.

Blimey, it's the law.

Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Now, then.

What can I do for
you, Constable?

Well, I've had certain
funny reports of servants

doing what they should not
ought to have been doing.

Oh, not here, Constable, surely?

Well, I'm afraid so, sir.

Servants have been seen where
they should not ought to have.

Uh, perhaps you'd better
come inside, Constable,

and we can discuss
the matter further.

[Laughter]

It's Henry.

Henry!

[Laughter, all talking]

What about this famous
gown, then, Rose?

Or have you had second thoughts?

Course I haven't. Come on.

HENRY: Were you really scared?

Did you really
think it was the law?

No. It takes more
than that to scare me.

Aye, but it's early
days, isn't it, Henry?

Oh, well, that's right, Alfred.

Who knows what
we might get up to?

I mean, we could get
up to all sorts of things,

couldn't we, Emily?

[Laughs]

Leave her alone, you.
You're always going on at her.

Oh, you mind your own business,
Miss High-and-Bloody-Mighty.

Off you go. Play
your little girl games.

That's what Paddies
are for, anyway.

We gentlemen have more
important matters to attend to.

Isn't that right, your grace?

Oh, well, absolutely,
my dear chap.

- That'll be all, thank you.
- Oh.

- A game of cricket, milord?
- Oh, cricket!

Alfred, watch it.

Remember what
happened last time.

ENID: What did happen last time?

Nothing, but just
be careful, that's all.

- Come on.
- HENRY: [Laughs]

- One wicket.
- Over here.

- [Laughs]
- Over here.

Hey, look, where's the ball?

- Over there.
- Oh!

In it drops.

Right. We have it.

One ball, one bat.

And I'll have middle
and leg, I think.

- Middle and off, middle and off.
- No!

His grace always
has middle and off.

Well, I don't know
about his grace.

Right.

ROSE: Hope the blinds are drawn.

Don't want them
opposite spying on us.

SARAH: Course they're
drawn. I'll light the lights.

ROSE: Right.

I think I'll lock the door.

Oh, honest, the way
you two are carrying on.

Who do you think is
gonna come in here?

Mr. Hudson all the way from
the Isle of blooming Wight

to find out if
you're missing him?

I'll see to that, Enid,
if you don't mind.

ENID: Now, that's...
that's not bad.

- Not bad?
- No, it's not bad at all.

Lady Marjorie
has exquisite taste.

Exquisite taste. What
do you know about it?

You'll never get to wear
dresses like this, my girl.

If you'll wish hard enough.

Do you know that color
really suits you, Sarah?

Oh, thank you, Rose.

I shall have a lot of dresses
in this color and this material.

I'm still waiting for
this famous dress.

- Give us a hand, Sarah.
- Right. Mind.

There you are. Take the train.

Come on.

SARAH: All that
hand-stitched velvet.

There.

There you are, Enid.

No.

No, I don't think much of that.

- It's not a patch on...
- Not a patch?

Now, Mrs. Graham's
really was something.

Yes. I can well imagine.

But you see, Enid, what
you don't understand is,

the beauty of a ball gown
lies in the subtlety of its cutting.

- Isn't that so, Sarah?
- That's right, Rose.

It is in the subtlety
of the cutting.

- Oh, yes.
- You see, Enid,

a dress like this has to be
seen on to be appreciated.

It's the only way to judge.

Well, put it on, then.

Are you mad?

I've heard it fits
where it touches.

Yeah, but it wouldn't
fit me, would it?

Anyway, I couldn't
do it justice,

not with my hair like this.

No.

Well, it'll be nice to tell
the others I've, uh, seen it

and everything.

All right.

Here you are, Rose.

- Come on, Enid. Help me.
- Good girl, Sarah.

[Laughs]

All right. I'll get the
proper underclothes.

Oh, do you think
we should, Rose?

Yeah, in for a penny. Now
get your clothes off right.

ENID: I love dressing
up, don't you?

Here. You take that.

Right.

When I was little, we used to go
and see me uncle in the country.

And he had this great big box

full of old clothes
and everything.

It was lovely.

Oh, that's pretty. I like that.

Undress me!

- With pleasure, your ladyship.
- Certainly, ma'am.

And it's gone for six,
right into the pavilion.

And that is a century
for Ranjitsinhji.

ALFRED: Old Ranji.

And England did clear
for 542 for nine wickets.

- Mm-hmm.
- Beat that.

Tea interval.

Gin interval.

Back to the pavilion.

Where's the pavilion?

Where the gin is.

After you, Dr. Grace.

So...

[Laughs]

BOTH: ♪ Wonderful
boating weather ♪

♪ Wonder... ♪

- Hello!
- Unh, unh, unh!

Oh, it's a drop of
the hard stuff, is it?

[Laughs]

Well, that's not
for little girls.

Especially not little Paddies.

Yeah. There was
only a drop left.

Oh. Well.

Go on. Give it to her, Henry.

Put a bit of a spark into her.

I've never touched it before.

Doesn't it make
you feel all funny?

HENRY: Oh, that's right,
and a little bit daring, eh?

What's going on upstairs?

Well, me and Alfred here

is having a game of
cricket in the front hall.

Do you want to come
up and play with us?

Oh, I'm not allowed
in the front hall.

Oh, well, then we'll have to
play down here, won't we?

What sort of game?

Uh, guess your weight...

You know, like they
play in the fairgrounds.

How much do you weigh, eh?

Not much.

I'm very frail.

[Chuckles] We'll soon see.

[Both laughing]

Put me down!

Ah! Oh, you're hurting...

- Alfred, make him put me down.
- Put her down.

- Ow!
- [Laughing]

Stop it.

Oh, you're nice
when you're angry.

Oh, put me down.

- Oh, Alfred, help me.
- She doesn't want you... Ow!

Now let me go, will you? Now
go away and leave me alone.

My, you really do
get into a Paddy

- when you're angry, don't you?
- Stop touching me.

- [Laughs]
- Oh, you're wicked.

Australia's turn to bat.

Australia to the fore.

Seven stone.

Oh, never you mind.

[Laughs]

BOTH: ♪ Wonderful
boating weather ♪

[Indistinct talking]

SARAH: [Laughs]

Thank you.

[Laughs]

[Footsteps approaching]

ALFRED: [Chuckles]

Don't just stand there, girl.

Fetch me my fan and tell
Hudson I am ready to receive.

[Laughter]

- Here you are, Sir Henry.
- Oh, yes.

And your coat.

A general.

My dear Mrs. Graham,
give us your arm.

Oh, we'll have carriages
for half past 12:00, please.

Yes. Certainly.

Aah!

[Indistinct conversation]

[Laughter]

ENID: There you was at the
coronation, don't you know.

That is so, my dear Mrs. Graham.

Then from inside
the convenience,

the marchioness was heard
to call out for a pair of forceps.

Forceps?

ROSE: Oh, do let me...

ALFRED: [Laughs]
What is it? What?

It later transpired
that the poor old dear

had dropped her
tiara down the pan.

[Laughter]

Oh, she's already
throned, don't you know.

This is the very last time
we shall ask, Mr. Bellamy.

He's slopped gin all
over the Persian rug.

Shall we have the
pleasure of seeing you

at the races next week?

SARAH: I'm afraid not.

I'm going up to Scotland
to shoot peasants.

They go to Scotland
to shoot grouse.

Well, I'm going to
Scotland to shoot peasants.

It's the latest thing,
don't you know.

Oh, there's no more gin left.

- Mr. Bellamy.
- ALFRED: Hello.

Tell Hudson we're
clean out of gin.

And let Emily come up here.

Oh, no!

SARAH: Ring the bell.

ALFRED: Ding-dong!

[Laughter]

The boy stood on
the burning deck.

- His feet...
- No!

[Bell rings]

I hear Mrs. Graham has caught...

ENID: Oh, my dear.

At Ascot this year,
don't you know,

the king come right
up to me and he said,

"You are the prettiest
bloomin' thing I've seen."

[Laughter, indistinct
conversation]

Oh, where is that
wretched Hudson?

Servants are never
there when you want them.

Ring for him again, Mr. Bellamy.

Certainly.

Hudson!

Hudson!

ALFRED: Hudson! Where's Hudson?

Hudson, Hudson, Hudson.

Hudson, Hudson. Where is Hudson?

Hudson, Hudson. Where is Hudson?

Hudson, Hudson. Where is Hudson?

Hudson, Hudson. Where is Hudson?

HENRY: Hudson, Hud...

You rang, milady?

You rang, milady?

Perhaps you'll be requiring
something more to drink?

[Door closes]

Who was that?

Mr. James.

Lieutenant James Rupert
Bellamy of the Life Guards.

Bleedin' son and
heir, that's all.

Come on.

ROSE: Come on.

He's locked it!
It's bloody locked!

- Alfred, try again.
- Gone for the police, I expect.

- What are we going to do?
- What's he doing back here?

- What are we gonna do?
- Oh, shut up, Enid.

[Crying] We'll all get sacked.

Oh, shut up, Enid!

Sarah, what we gonna do?

What are we going to do?

Wait.

We shall just have
to wait, that's all.

[Coughs]

Something amusing you, sir?

No, sir, I just
coughed. It's this cough.

Hudson, if you please.

After all, you rang for Hudson.

Champagne, milady?

No.

No, thank you, Hudson.

Very good, milady.

Nothing like champagne to
make a party go, we always say.

I'm, uh, not altogether sure

of the names of all of
your ladyship's guests.

My guests?

These are your guests.

Ah.

That is Lady Alderton.

That's Mrs. Graham.

Behind me is Captain
Allbelow, Mrs. Graham's friend.

And Alfred's Mr. Bellamy.

Lady Alderton?

Oh. Uh, no, thank you, I don't.

Lady Alderton.

- Mrs. Graham.
- Oh, goodness me.

Just look at the time. We
really must be going, Henry.

Must you, madam?

I was just thinking what a
nice, select little party this is.

Lucky that more people
don't know about it.

More people?

If word got out
about what's been...

Now.

Champagne.

Captain Allbelow?

Sir?

[Snaps fingers]

Madam.

I should greatly prefer
to be offered champagne

before my husband, Hudson.

Begging your ladyship's pardon.

How very remiss of me.

I shall speak to you later.

Very good, milady.

Music?

[Mid-tempo march plays]

Lady Alderton?

Oh. No, thank you, sir.

"No, thank you, Hudson."

No, thank you, Hudson.

"Yes, please, Hudson."

It's a party, and we
drink at parties, don't we?

So glad to see you
enjoying yourself.

I shall tell you when I
require more, Hudson!

Mr. Bellamy won't say no.

Mr. Bellamy enjoys
his champagne.

On top of gin?

On top of everything.

Everything is tops!

Ah.

What a charming party.

And we have plenty
of bottles to go.

[Mid-tempo waltz playing]

[Music stops]

[Indistinct conversations]

ENID: [Groaning]

[Door opens]

ALFRED: [Laughs]

[Door closes]

Get up, Rose. Come on.

ROSE: Oh, it's
too late for that.

- [Moans]
- Oh, Jesus.

Henry, will you get Enid on
her feet and take her home?

- Now, come on, quick.
- [Weakly] I feel sick.

Never mind. You're
not gonna be sick here.

- Now, get up. Come on, Rose.
- Much of the red wine...

HENRY: What are
you talking about?

Rose, take them out the front
door and up and down the area.

Come on out here.

Hurry up, Rose.

Not now, Alfred.

Come on, Alfred.

Alfred!

[Groaning]

I'll stay. I'll stay.

- No! Rose, take Alfred.
- [Laughs]

Now, come on, Enid. Shut up.

- I'm gonna be sick.
- You're not gonna be sick here.

- Come on, Henry. Quick.
- Shh, shh, shh!

I'm not gonna make it.

Take him out the front door and
take him down the steps, Rose.

- Come on, Enid.
- [Sobbing]

Come on. Come on.

- Shh. Be quiet.
- I'm not gonna make it.

Come on, Enid. Stop sniveling.

Come on. Hurry up, Henry.

Go on, now. Come on, Rose.

Not on the steps!

[Indistinct talking]

Oh, y-you can't come in here.

The... The party's over, Hudson.

Ah.

Not Hudson anymore.

Mr. Bellamy, Sarah.

[Laughs]

Your friends are
going to feel a bit rough

in the morning, aren't they?

Make a nice story for
your friends, won't it, sir?

Right. Serve you
all damn well right.

Gallivanting all over the house.

There.

A perfect end to
a perfect evening.

I don't think.

Stupid girl.

Yes, sir.

Not you.

Oh. Someone let you down, sir?

Yes, someone let me down.

What a shame, sir.

Damn it all. It
was all arranged.

I'd arranged it all.

What happened, then, sir?

Go off with another
chap, did she?

That cad Brenner,
one of my best friends.

Hmm. Last time I
tell him anything.

She was an absolute
corker, Sarah.

Are you an absolute corker?

Would you have liked to have
been taken to the Savoy, Sarah?

To have danced all night?

To have been given
expensive perfume?

Hmm. What a
delightful little waist.

Would you have liked all that?

Take those clothes off.

All of them.

Put your own clothes on.

[Chuckles]

Is that what you wear?

[Laughs] Oh, God.

Can I have my dress, please?

Please?

Please?

Oh, you! [Sobbing]

I'm terribly sorry.

I really am sorry.

I didn't know what I was doing.

How can I make it up to you?

You can't make it up.

People like you can't
make it up to people like me.

I'm terribly sorry.
I... just didn't think.

No, of course you didn't think.

You don't have to
think with us, do you?

We don't feel.

Sorry.

Not thinking again.

Here. Put this on.

It's not mine.

But you can't
sit there like that.

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

It's not mine!

For God's sake,
it doesn't matter.

Take it.

Keep it.

- She won't notice.
- Thank you very much.

I'll wear it the next time
the king calls on me.

[Chuckles]

I don't know what to say.

No.

Nothing I can do?

No.

You could say nothing
about our gallivantings.

Gallivantings?

About what you found
when you came in.

You see, we'd all lose our jobs,

and you know what
getting jobs is like.

- Bad, is it?
- It is bad.

Then I won't say a word.

Oh...

Thank you, sir.

Wasn't going to anyway.

You weren't?

No.

I was just avenging
myself on all of you

for my rotten evening.

Taking it out on you.

Yes, sir.

Not been much of an evening
all 'round, has it, Sarah?

Don't suppose
it has, really, sir.

It was a lovely dress.

You'd like a lovely dress?

Then you shall have one.

No.

- Why not?
- No.

No favors asked.

No, thank you, sir.

I'll get one my own way.

Why won't you let
me make it up to you?

You have. Now if
you'll pardon me, sir.

Listen, why won't you
let me buy you a dress?

If not a dress, some
clothes and nice things.

What am I gonna
do with nice things?

But I will have them one day.

You're not happy with your lot?

No.

Are you?

What do you want?

Hmm. What should I want?

I want for nothing.

Then you're happy
being a soldier?

Begging your pardon, sir.

I'm happy doing what
is expected of me.

Then you're happy.

I don't see what any
damn business it is of yours.

Nobody ever asked what I wanted.

No.

They never do, do they?

You get shoved into things,

just so long as they can
fob you off with any old thing.

- That's right.
- It's not right.

You shouldn't think so much.

It's wrong for people
like us to question things.

People like us?

We must remember
what we've been taught.

Everything has its place.

It depends on
what your place is.

Yes.

You know, sometimes I think
we might have got it all wrong.

A thinking officer
is cannon fodder.

I shouldn't have come
home this evening, you know.

SARAH: That's what Hudson says.

JAMES: Hmm?

SARAH: About thinking.

JAMES: Damn Hudson.

To hell with the regiment.

To hell with everything.

Vive la République.

Come on.

My room.

[Glass breaking]

What the hell was that?

[Door closes]

[Clattering, groaning]

I just thought I'd get the
place cleaned up a bit.

Damn fool!

Should have waited
till you were sober.

Just trying to
get it cleaned up.

You're bloody useless!
Get to your bed, man.

- Just trying to do right thing.
- Go on, get out!

[Metal scrapes]

Go and get a
dustpan and brush...

and a mop.

Clear up that mess.

[Door closes]

No. It's got a spot on it.

Picking up the pieces?

ALFRED: [Groaning]

You're barmy.

You don't know
what you're doing.

Maybe.

Here.

I'm not staying here,
not after last night.

Ha. He won't say anything.

I couldn't care if he did.

Well, you must be barmy.

Maybe.

But I won't be needing
those, not where I'm going.

Oh, where might that
be? Where can you go?

Why don't you want your shoes?

My cousin.

I'm gonna stay with
my cousin in Ilford.

Oh, I didn't know you
had a cousin in Ilford.

Why should you?
You don't own me.

Do you want your
shoes back or not, Rose?

You'll be needing
them in your next job.

Rose, whatever happens,

I'm not gonna get a
job like this again ever.

I don't care how
hard I have to work.

I'm not gonna spend
my whole ruddy life

rotting away in an attic

and wearing stupid
secondhand clothes.

You don't have
to go now, do you?

I do, Rose.

Well, how much money
have you got, for instance,

and where are you gonna go?

I've got 31 shillings exactly,

and I am going to stay
with my cousin in Ilford.

I've told you!

You don't know
what it's like out there.

This is the only bit of
security you've ever known.

You can't expect to waltz
out of here with no money,

no references... Not
proper ones anyway...

And expect to get another
situation just like that.

We'll see.

Oh, we'll see, all right.

I mean, look at Katie.

Used to go with
guardsmen in the park.

Caught the scarlet
fever, and out she went.

She used to say to me,
"Don't worry about me, Rose.

I'll look after meself.
I'll be all right."

The baby died,

and now she's on the
streets looking after herself.

I'm not expecting, Rose.

Early days.

Besides, there aren't many
jobs outside for people like us.

That's all you know.

I could learn to type. I
could work in an office.

There's no future in that.

There's no security
in jobs like that.

Rose, how can I
make you understand?

I'm not interested in jobs.

I'm interested in something
happening, like this.

Well, like what?

This story in the magazine.

I read it all by meself

except for a couple of difficult
words I couldn't manage.

There's this girl, and
she works in a tea shop.

She's no one special.

And every day this man comes
in and sits all by himself reading,

and he never says a word to her.

But one day she gets this
parcel through the post,

and there's this beautiful
necklace... no, bracelet...

And an invitation
to have tea with him.

Well, they have the tea
right there where she works,

and the lady who owns
the shop is very angry,

and she gives her the
sack there and then.

But it doesn't matter, you see,

because he has already
asked her to marry him.

Now, they get married
and they go away,

and they live in
this beautiful house

with lots of beautiful
horses and great big dogs.

And it all happened, Rose.

It's in there.

It didn't happen, Sarah.

That's fiction, not fact. Don't
you know the difference?

Things like that don't happen.

I was painted by
a famous artist.

That happened.
That's not fiction.

These magazines, these stories,

they were invented
for people like us.

And the men inside them,
you'd never meet men like that.

Kind of man you'd meet, well,
he'd only be after one thing.

He wouldn't want to take
care of you, love you properly.

You've got some very
odd ideas about men, Rose.

Anyway.

And you've got too
much imagination.

I haven't imagined the
kind of life we're living here.

Living everything through them

like we was vegetables
that had no feelings.

Helping them put on their
clothes, admiring their finery,

wearing their stupid
secondhand clothes.

Well, I don't want a
secondhand life, Rose.

I want a life of my own.

And I don't want a
life like he had either.

Who? What sort of life?

My father.

He won this for me at the fair.

There's only two things I
remember about my father...

That day at the fair

and the days we used to go
down to the hospital with him.

What was the matter with him?

Nothing was the matter with
him, except we were starving.

There was no
work, so we starved.

So all the men used to go down

and hang around
outside the hospital,

waiting for the bits left
over from the patients' food.

I used to go with
me dad sometimes.

Sometimes all the kids did.

Then this orderly would
come out with a great big plate,

all piled high with a
great mess of scraps,

all left over from
those patients' meals.

And we'd all rush forward
and dig about for the best bits.

All them leftovers, Rose,

from what all them diseased
people had been eating.

And you want to take
your chance against that

in the hope of meeting
some nobleman in a tea shop?

He won that for me
at the shooting gallery.

Five bull's-eyes.

Then coming home on the tram,

he turned to me right out
of the blue and he said,

"There's a way 'round
most things, darling,

and there's a lot more
to life than they let on."

That's what my father said.

And I believe him.

Look, 'cause Mr. James
Bellamy made love to you

don't mean the doors of society

are bloody well gonna
be flung open to you.

I mean, who'd look at
you twice? Look at yourself.

James Bellamy
thinks a lot of me.

James Bellamy looked at me.

- Enough to make a fool of you.
- He thinks a lot of me.

Oh? Then why are you leaving?

- Because he suggested I should.
- Oh, I don't believe it.

- You can believe what you like.
- I just don't believe it.

He's gonna set me up in a
little place of my own, Rose.

I'm not really going
to my cousin's.

He's gonna leave the army,
and he's gonna become a writer.

And then we're
gonna get married.

And for our honeymoon,
we're gonna go to Bordighera.

Then we're gonna
come back here and live.

And you can be my
lady's maid, Rose,

so you can still look after me.

And you believe all that?

No.

But you do.

I wouldn't look twice at him.

He doesn't know what he wants.

He don't know anything.

Put that back in Lady
Marjorie's wardrobe, will you?

Did he make love to you?

Fact or fiction?

Did he make love to you?

That's not the
point, is it, Rose?

I mean, that's got
nothing to do with it.

Can I have my magazine, please?

What did you do that for, Rose?

You know how much
they meant to me.

Can you piece
them together again?

I should think so.

Look, don't go.

- Stay and have a cup of tea.
- No, I must...

Well, I'll make it, and
then we can have a talk.

No. I've got to go, Rose.

Please stay, Sarah.

See, I don't know
what I'd do if you go.

You're all I've got.

You're all I've got anywhere.

Rose!

I've got to go, so you'll
just have to get on.

[Door opens, closes]

[Sobs]

Sarah.

Where are you going, Sarah?

Out.

Through the front door,
the way I almost came in.

Mr. Bellamy.

Mr. Bellamy!

Vive la République.

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