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[Doorbell rings]

[ Door opens ]

[Doorbell rings]

[ Door opens ]

Well?

Uh, Mrs. Pratt's agency sent me.

Well?

I've come about the position.

House parlourmaid, was it?

Under-house parlourmaid.

I am the house parlourmaid.

Well, come in.

I'll tell Mr. Hudson
you're here.

Who's Mr. Hudson?

The butler.

Oh, the bloke all in black
at the front door?

Wait in there.

[ Door slams ]

Ooh!

Oh, my finger!

Oh, it's half coming off.

It's not gone altogether,
then, has it?

Oh, I daren't look.

If you've got blood
on them potatoes, my girl,

you can throw them away
and start all over again.

- Mrs. Bridges, look.
- And get a move on, girl.

Who are you when you're at home?

-[ Bell rings]
- Where's Alfred?

He's taken my buttonhooks again.
I know he has.

Well, what am I going to do?

Go to Mr. Hudson, Miss Roberts.

Don't come whining 'round me.

I'm all behind
like a cow's tail.

Well?
Well, spying, are you?

No.
I've been sent by an agency.

What have you done
with my buttonhooks?

- Oh!
- Alfred!

Get out from under my feet,
the pair of you!

-[ Bell ringing]
- Somebody answer that bell!

Alfred!

Cat got your tongue, has it?
Well, be off with you.

No. I'm just about to explain.

Blood everywhere!

Nobody cares.

SARAH:
My name is Clemence.

Clemence.
I've come about the position.

Clemence!

What sort of a name is that?

MISS ROBERTS: Answer me! Are
they in your silver box or not?

A silent woman is above rubies.

- MRS. BRIDGES: Well?
- It's a French name.

French!
Huh.

We don't want no foreign muck
in here.

None of your nasty haute
cuisine, thank you very much.

Greasy mutton again, then,
Mrs. Bridges?

Oh!

None of that behaviour
in my kitchen, Mr. Pearce.

- Get back to your stables
- Oh, Mrs. --

And be off with you!

Oh!

The milk's caught!

Now see what you've made me do.
Oh!

This place will be
the death of me.

What's wrong with mutton anyway?

- I'll bleed to death.
- Good.

Oh, look, hasn't anyone seen
my buttonhooks?

All 12 have vanished.
Well, what's to become of me?

Let your discourse be,
"Yea, yea," and, "Nay, nay,"

for whatsoever is more than this
is of evil.

MISS ROBERTS: Oh!

SARAH:
[ Gasps ]

Who's he?

Alfred, the footman.

Take no notice of him.
He was brought up religious.

I thought I told you
to wait in there.

I'm sorry.
Cook said she wanted to --

I said nothing of the sort.

And it's Mrs. Bridges,
if you please, not Cook.

This is a gentleman's house.

Not making a very good start,
are we?

Well, come on.
Mr. Hudson's Waiting for you.

[Clock ticking]

The new girl about the position,
milady.

Mm. Yes, Hudson.
Ask her to come in, will you?

"To whom it may concern,
the bearer..."

SARAH:
[ Sneezes ]

"...the bearer of this letter

is well recommended
for domestic..."

Mm-hmm.

What is your name?

Clemence Dumas.

And you are French?

Half French.

You must call me "milady"
when you reply.

Oh.
I'm sorry, milady.

This letter appears to be
from someone

Whose name I cannot read,

who lives at the
Château Lac du Chant near Lyon.

I haven't heard of it.

No, neither had I, milady,
till I got there.

Why did you leave
your previous employment?

My mother took sick,
and I had to return to England.

- I hope she's better now.
- Oh, milady?

It's important to be able
to concentrate on your work.

Oh, that's all right.
She died.

I'm sorry.

I must assume the agency
has checked your reference.

Yes, that's right.

You're new to service,
are you not?

ALFRED:
[Mumbling]

They'd never take that girl on.

Her!

She couldn't tell a feather
duster from a boa constrictor.

Quite unsuitable.

She went to the front door.

You're quite right, Rose.

Untrained
and blind to all decency.

Is luncheon ready, Mrs. Bridges?

I confess
to a wholesome appetite.

Two shakes of a lamb's tail,
Mr. Hudson.

I've had trouble with range
again.

Damp's got into the coal.

- Hasn't it, Emily?
-[ Bell ringing]

Oh.
That must be the morning room.

Yes.

Mr. Hudson!

Right.
Thank you, Rose.

Clemence Dumas.

Fancy trying to get into service
with a name like that.

Well, I hope she gets taken on.
I liked her.

It's not for you to hope,

nor not to hope neither,
for that matter, Emily.

It's for you to keep
the fire in.

You let it go out on purpose.

Oh, I never did.

The coal's wet.

And that's Alfred's fault.

He always leaves
the coal-house door open.

I'll put you in the coal house.

Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.

Don't pass blame, Emily.

Ah, now you're against me, too.

Oh, yes, Hudson.

I intend to engage
this young woman.

She'll have her dinner
in the servants' hall

and collect her belongings
afterwards.

Rose can show her what to do.

And the young person's name,
milady?

Sarah.

No, my name is Clemence.

Clemence is not
a servant's name.

Yes, but I don't like...

Go with Hudson, Sarah.

And remember,
you're here on trial.

Yes, milady.

Mr. Hudson, do I have to be
called Sarah?

- Yes.
- I don't like it.

It is not for you
to question your betters.

- Are you my better?
- indeed I am.

What makes you better than me?

I'm not being rude.
I just want to know.

I am older than you
and therefore wiser,

and I have learnt humility.

[Inhales deeply]
You?

It is a hard lesson, but
once learned, never forgotten.

How did you learn it?

My grandmother was a proud woman
and died of starvation.

I just can't abide cold food.

Greasy mutton.

MRS. BRIDGES: It'll taste all
the better for the...waiting.

Emily, another plate.

Alfred, get a chair.

Thank you, Emily.

[Clears throat]

May the Lord bless our endeavours

and grant us conciliation
to that rank

in which in his infinite mercy
he has seen fit to place us.

And for what we are about
to receive of his great bounty

may we be truly grateful

that in the end we may find
favour in His eyes

and sit in honour at his table.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

MRS. BRIDGES:
[Clears throat, coughs]

Sarah is joining us

as under-house parlourmaid,
Miss Roberts.

Indeed, Mr. Hudson.

On trial, I take it?

On trial.

Rose, you are to instruct Sarah
in her duties.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

With a good heart and a glad
will, if you please, Rose.

Naturally, Mr. Hudson.

That's Miss Roberts. She's
her ladyship's personal maid.

That's Mr. Pearce.
Mr. Pearce is the coachman.

- That's Emily. Emily does --
-[ Knocking ]

Silence, if you please.

Everyone is served,
Mrs. Bridges.

Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

You may talk.

Mutton again.

And what's wrong with mutton,
Mr. Pearce,

with a nice drop of caper sauce?

Nothing, Miss Roberts.
Nothing at all.

Perhaps you'd prefer to eat hay
like your horses?

Forget I spoke, ladies.

Can I have the caper sauce,
please?

It's not food for young women.

Overheats the blood.

Millions would be grateful
for what we have, Mr. Pearce.

PEARCE:
Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Wouldn't you agree, Sarah?

Mr. Hudson's addressing you,
Sarah.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's just that the name's
so unfamiliar.

C-Couldn't I be called Clemence,
if only down here?

In all my years,

I've never heard of such a name
belowstairs.

What ever was your mother
thinking of?

Search the good book from cover
to cover and not find that name.

Lady Marjorie's wishes
must be respected.

PEARCE:
Clemence.

[Chuckles] Good name
for a filly, I'll say that.

But hardly a human.

I think it's a lovely name.

As I was saying,

millions would be grateful
for mutton once a week,

let alone mutton once a day.

Wouldn't you agree, Sarah?

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

HUDSON:
[ Chuckles ]

Did you really live in France,
Sarah?

- Yes.
- And were you in service there?

- No. I lived in a château.
-[ Glass clinks]

Once I had my own maid
like Lady Marjorie.

I think we must learn
to take Sarah's statements

with a pinch of salt.

I don't lie.

Didn't say you did.
But she just exaggerates.

If her ladyship finds Sarah
satisfactory,

I'm sure we all do.

It is not for us
either to choose or judge

our companions in service, Rose,
as you know very well.

Have a little more caper sauce,
dear.

Thank you.

Say something in French, then.

Some other time.

-[ Laughs ]
- What are you laughing for?

- Don't you believe me?
- You're as English as I am.

I'm not.

My mother was a Gypsy.

I can read hands and tell the
future and put curses on people.

Lord preserve us.
The witch of Endor herself.

If my mother was a Gypsy,
I wouldn't speak of it.

I nearly ran off with the
Gypsies once when I was a girl.

That was a long time ago.

Oh, not as long as all that,
Mrs. Bridges.

A little more sauce, Mr. Hudson?

I think there's just
a scrape left.

- HUDSON: Thank you.
- I'm not ashamed of my mother.

She was a Gypsy princess
and very beautiful.

More mutton, Mrs. Bridges?

Just a morsel, thank you,
Mr. Hudson.

Uh, a French count saw her
and married her,

and she died giving birth to me.

Well, my father married again --
a very wicked woman.

And when he died,
she treated me like a servant.

And in the end,
she threw me out altogether.

But I've got lawyers
fighting for me,

and in the end,
I'll come into my own.

In the meantime,
I must live as best as I can.

EMILY: Oh, it's just like
a story in a book.

Exactly, Emily.
A tale from a penny novelette.

All very Well
for a kitchen maid,

but not what one expects
from a house parlourmaid.

Say something in French.
Go on.

Would you like me to read
your hand for you, Mrs. Bridges?

Shall she read my hand,
Mr. Hudson?

By all means, Mrs. Bridges,
if it pleases you.

After dinner.

EMILY:
Oh, do mine. Do mine.

Wicked nonsense.

There are more things
in heaven and earth, Rose.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

It's unhealthy and dangerous.

Not if you have
a clear conscience.

It isn't given to mortals
to know the future.

Oh, yes, it is, but
it's against the will of God.

Look what happened
to King David.

He didn't do so bad, though,
did he?

Dirty old devil.
[ Laughs ]

My gift comes from God,
not a devil.

- She ought to be locked up.
- HUDSON: Rose!

That's enough.

Well, why won't she say
something in French, then?

Answer that. 'Cause she can't,
and that's why.

Because she don't choose to.
That's why.

Don't let these old prudes
upset you, Sarah.

What's for pudding, then,
Mrs. Bridges?

Roly-poly, Mr. Pearce.

And don't you go telling me
nothing I don't want to hear,

or you'll get your ears boxed.

Even as King David went
to the witch of Endor,

so did Mrs. Bridges seek
knowledge from our Sarah here.

Someone's gonna get struck
by lightning.

"Our Sarah."

Say something in French.
Go on.

If you can.

ALFRED:
Hm. Very nice.

♫ Auprés de ma blonde ♫

♫ Qu'il fait bon, fait bon,
fait bon ♫

♫ Auprés de ma blonde ♫

♫ Qu'il fait bon dormir ♫

[Hinge squeaks]

[Hinge squeaks]

-[ Metal rattles]
- Come on! Get up!

- It's half past 5:00!
ROSE: Aah!

Oh, Alfred!
I'll kill you!

Where am I?

You're in Mr. Bellamy's house
in the servants' quarters.

Where else?

And it's time to get up.

SARAH:
[ Sighs ]

[Wind blowing]

If we get behind in the morning,
there's trouble all day.

- So up with you.
-[ Groans ]

Me legs won't work.
Me feet are cold.

Oh, they will, 'cause they must.

It's half past 5:00.

It's better once you're up.

SARAH:
[ Sighs ]

[ Gasps ]
Oh.

[ Spits ]

Well, come on.
You'll be late.

[ Yawns ]

I trust you can remember
your duties.

When you're dressed and ready,
what then?

Uh, I must make sure

that Emily's got the range
working properly

so that Mrs. -- oh -- Bridges
can get on.

Then lay up breakfast
in the servants' hall.

Then there's
Lady Marjorie's tray.

Don't forget to shine up the
milk jug, for goodness' sake.

And don't leave
sticky finger marks.

The last girl always did.

Then there's
the servants' breakfast.

Suppose I'm allowed to sit down
and eat.

After breakfast,

make sure Emily's not hiding
in the boot hole again.

If she is and won't budge,
inform me.

I shall be brushing and dusting

in the drawing room
and the morning room.

Well, go on.

Uh, then upstairs
and clean out the grates

and relay and light the fires.

If I can find the matches.

You've got a good memory.
I'll say that for you.

Oh!

Quiet as a mouse
doing the grates, please.

Call me to draw
the master's bath.

I'd better do that
for the time being.

But you fetch the hot water.

Now, if the boiler
is troublesome,

you'll have to use
the hot-Water kettle.

Now, after the baths,
I'll lay upstairs breakfast.

I'd like you to help me there.

And make sure Emily's got
all the boots and shoes done.

She keeps falling asleep
in the mornings.

I don't know why.

And keep out of Mr. Bellamy's
way, whatever you do.

Why?

Just pretend you're not there,
especially in the mornings.

Scruffy boots.
That will never do.

Do you want to borrow
a pair of mine?

- I have a spare pair.
- Thank you.

Bit small, I daresay, but better
sore feet than shabby boots.

Oh, and today's the day
for fresh bed linen.

Now, it's a bit of a rush

because it's got to be done
while they're having breakfast.

[Sighs ] And Lady Marjorie eats
like a little bird.

Oh, and the towels, of course.

- I'll never remember it all.
- If they're at all damp...

Well, you must.

Anyway, here's a list.

Oh, I forgot...

You've got it upside down.

Oh, so I have.

Put your collar studs in, girl.

I'm cold.

Mm.
Well, work soon warms you.

[ Coughs ]

[ Blows ]

Oh, Mrs. Bridges will kill me.

[ Blows ]

Oh, and I'm late
with their morning tea again.

Oh. Oh, get the fire blown up
for me, will you?

It's not going properly yet.

It never has, and it never will.
Who gets blamed?

[Doorbell rings]

Oh.
Who are you?

I work here.

Good luck to you, then.

- Where is she?
- Who?

Who do you think?

EMILY:
Oh, it's you, Matty.

She's on her way down now,
only I was late calling her.

She's in such a wax.

You should be laying out
the servants' breakfast. Go on.

Yeah.

Well, go on!

MRS. BRIDGES:
You're 10 minutes late!

[Shouting indistinctly]

Pull your hair
and tweak your nose, Emily,

till you'll wish
you hadn't got one!

Tea like dishwater!

Not fit to drink.
Not that it ever is.

If you put boiling water
on that pot, my girl,

may lightning strike me
before it gets to you.

Oh, I swear I did, Mrs. Bridges.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Bubbling its head off,
the kettle was.

Oh.

SARAHI Oh.

She's Waiting for you,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Who?
- Matty.

Matty?!

Why didn't you say so?

Put a cloth on the table
before you lay up.

- There you are, Matty.
- Thank you.

It's a nice plump one.

Thank you.

[ Door closes]

Morning, Rose.

ROSE:
Morning, Mrs. Bridges.

Sarah, what are you thinking of?

Why isn't that table laid?
What have you been doing?

RICHARD: I shall require
my best silk hat.

HUDSON:
Very good, sir.

I'll send it 'round
to the hatters

for ironing this morning.

The, uh, new under-house
parlourmaid, sir.

RICHARD: I see.

HUDSON: Sir.

Oh, it's quite nice, isn't it?

But why change?

Morning's for housemaids,
afternoons are parlourmaids, see?

- Oh.
- Come on.

Is that kettle boiled yet?

EMILY: Almost.

Get the silver sugar bowl
from the cupboard.

SARAH: What for?
- Her ladyship's tray.

She'll be expecting it
when she comes in.

The milk Jung's in the larder,
Rose.

There we are.

Where does Lady Marjorie go to
in the afternoons?

Playing cards mostly
or just driving in the park.

To while away the time,
I suppose,

till Mr. Bellamy gets home
from Parliament.

I wouldn't fancy it.

Oh, I would.

Imagine driving 'round
and 'round in a fine carriage

with strong White horses
and everyone looking at you.

-[ Hoofbeats ]
- That'll be her ladyship back.

Always punctual.

Here.
I'll take it up.

No.
Not until she rings for it.

And I'll take it up
this afternoon.

You can fetch it --
if you behave yourself.

A very pleasant afternoon,
milady.

Yes, isn't it, Hudson?

Your tea, milady.

Thank you, Rose.

Mrs. Bridges thought you might
be a bit hungry, milady.

Rose, how do you find
the new girl?

Quite satisfactory, milady.

I hope you're looking after her.

Of course, milady.

Will that be all, milady?

She claims to be something
of a seamstress,

so I set her to repairing
the tapestry cushion.

I thought we were going to
send it out, milady.

It's very old and very delicate.

Otherwise, of course,
I would've undertaken it myself.

She has delicate fingers
and nice, neat movements.

Yes, milady.

Will that be all, milady?

I'd be interested to see it
as soon as she's finished it.

Very good, milady.

If I was rich, I'd have
a little cottage in the country

If I was rich, I'd have
a little cottage in the country

and no one to shout at me
and lots of kids.

I'd never forget their names
the way our mam did us.

Oh, that's boring.

That's not exciting.

I want excitement.

Time for a chat, I see.

Tea's a poison.
It's full of tannin.

Sarah?
- Yes?

I thought
you were supposed to be sewing

Lady Marjorie's cushion.

I hope you know
it's worth hundreds of pounds.

You might at least be getting on
with it.

- I've done it.
- Where? Show me.

Oh. I see.

Well, you'd better take it up
to her, then, hadn't you?

What, now?
I haven't finished me tea. Oh.

That's beautifully done.

SARAH:
Thank you, milady.

Where did you learn to sew
like that?

- Uh, in a convent.
- In France?

Yes, that's right.

Were the nuns good to you?

Most of the time.

But sometimes they'd dress me
in a long canvas robe

and shut me up in a dark cell

with no food or water
for a whole day.

Why?

To teach me to be thankful,
milady.

- What for?
- God's mercy.

That was a strange way
of bringing you to know it.

Yes, that's what I said,
and back I went.

What other talents have you
besides sewing?

- None, really.
- Are you sure?

Well...

...I can tell fortunes --
hands and tea leaves.

I could do yours, milady.

- What nonsense.
- No, I'm very good at it.

- I'm never wrong.
- I know what my future is.

Do you, milady?

Very well, Sarah.
What do you see there?

A tall, dark stranger
from overseas, I suppose.

Yes, there is.

Bringing good fortune with him?

Bringing mixed fortune,
good and bad.

He bears a sword, and --

and he's about to use it
and should not.

Dear me.

Does it mean something to you,
milady?

Indeed it does not.

You see, there's first
an increase in Wealth,

then a decrease.

Now, you are surrounded
by many friends,

and they all wish you well
except one, a false friend.

How alarming.

You should Watch your health.

That's all, milady.

Oh.

There's a gentleman
of great authority near the rim,

nearly out of the picture,
but I think --

Yes, I think
he's coming nearer to you.

Yes -- Mr. Bellamy.
He'll be home soon.

- This is superstitious nonsense.
- No, milady. I--

Now, that'll do, Sarah.
You can go now.

Sarah?

[Ringing]

Mr. Bellamy wanting to dress
for dinner.

MISS ROBERTS:
Her ladyship's evening gloves.

Oh, there she is ringing me.

I can't be in two places
at once.

Alfred, are you sure
you haven't seen them?

Gloves.
What should I know about gloves?

Well, I-l was sewing a button
on them.

You must have seen them!

Alfred, take these up
to the dressing room.

Give the trousers a final brush
before you lay them out.

Now, remember, that waistcoat
is white and must remain white.

Now, look sharp. The carriage
is ordered for 8:00.

Emily!

-[ Bell ringing]
- Yes, Mr. Hudson?

More coke in the boiler at once.

The bathwater's
not properly hot yet.

Everything at the last minute.

Put gloves in Alfred's night box
and make sure that her pearls --

Cool and calm, Miss Roberts.
Cool and calm. Be temperate.

ROSE: Mr. Hudson?
- Yes?

The carriage is here,

and Mr. Pearce wants to know
what time they're leaving.

Tell him 8:00.
He's early.

No, no. Not there, my girl.
In that pantry.

Hat, sir.

Hudson.

[Clock chimes]

[ Hoofbeats ]

Where are you going?

Out.

It's the Gypsy in me.
I can't bear to be shut in.

Does Mr. Hudson know
you're going?

It's only for a minute.

You have to ask him,
or you'll get into trouble.

Well, I'm not asking him,

and you're not gonna tell him,
are you?!

- No.
Right.

Then I'll tell your fortune
for you when I get back.

But if you breathe a word to
a living soul, I'll curse you,

and your blood will turn to ice
in your veins,

and you will die horribly
within the week.

There.

MISS ROBERTS:
[ Sighs ]

You'll ruin your eyes, Emily.

What's it matter?

I won't be needing them
much longer.

No?

When I breathe, I get a pain.

The good die young, they say.

And I have the impression
on me chest.

[ Coughs ]

I wish you'd stop reading
that rubbish.

It isn't rubbish.
Things like that do happen.

I think Sarah's more tragic
and more romantic

than anything in a book.

I would lay down my life for her
if I was asked.

Would you?
Well, Where is she, then?

I do not know.
I am silent.

What's the matter with you?

Torture me to death if you wish.
My lips are sealed.

For goodness' sake. I only want
her to turn down the beds.

It's on her list
as clear as daylight.

Or do I have to do
her work, too?

And you can pull out my toenails
one by one,

and I still shan't speak.

What's the matter
with that girl?

Why isn't she in bed?

Uh, I want to wait up
till they come back.

- There won't be anything to see.
- There might be.

They -- They might bring someone
with them.

Oh.

A tall, dark stranger
from across the seas

Who'll fall in love with me
and take me away from all this.

It's Sarah. She's been putting
ideas in her head.

She has strange powers.
She sees things we can't see.

Stuff and nonsense. We can't
have this, can we, Mrs. Bridges?

We cannot.

I was just going to fetch
some bread and cheese.

Would you care for a bit, Rose?

Very much, Mrs. Bridges.
I am a bit peckish.

Emily, you sure you don't know
Where Sarah is?

Well, she's not in the kitchen.
She's not in the pantry.

Emily, look at me.

I want the truth.

All right, then.
Who's been at my larder?

Where's Mr. Hudson?

It's a matter for the police,
nothing less.

- Mr. Hudson!
- Well, what's happened?

Somebody's stolen a bird
out of my larder.

- That's what's happened.
- Are you sure?

You think I don't know
me own larder?

Mr. Hudson!

Emily, Where is Sarah?
She hasn't gone out, has she?

- Did you call, Mrs. Bridges?
- I did indeed, Mr. Hudson.

Why was that, Mrs. Bridges?

Because a plucked and dressed
bird cannot walk, Mr. Hudson.

We have a thief in our midst.

A human pox.
A chicken stealer.

And when I lay my eyes on her,
I'll skin her alive.

- EMILY: Or him.
Silence!

Kindly assemble the staff
in question.

If that's what you want,
Mrs. Bridges.

How long has the melancholy fowl
been missing?

20 minutes, Mr. Hudson, since I
last saw it laying on the shelf.

In that case, we have
the staff in question assembled,

with the exception of Sarah, who
seems to be temporarily absent.

You would hardly steal
your own bird, Mrs. Bridges,

and then complain of it.

We know Rose would not,
could not.

And if Emily had done it,

I swear there would still be
feathers 'round her mouth.

It was a plucked
and dressed bird, Mr. Hudson.

Not a feather left upon it.

Even the back fluff was singed.

I was speaking in metaphor,
Mrs. Bridges.

I'm led to the conclusion
that the guilty party

is none other than Sarah,
the stranger in our midst.

Not a Gypsy princess after all,
but a common thief.

I knew it.

And what is to be done
with a creature so unnatural?

I stole it.

And in what dark hole, I wonder,
is she hiding?

It was me, not her.

- Emily knows.
- I know nothing.

I don't want my blood
turned to ice.

Oh, all this fuss about a bird.

It was you who summoned me,
Mrs. Bridges.

Well, perhaps a rat took it off.

Or a team of cockroaches
working in harness, I daresay.

A principle is at stake, ladies.

A chicken today,
emeralds tomorrow,

and the whole staff
under suspicion.

It is not, after all,
as if Sarah had the privileges

granted by custom
and common humanity to the cook.

When she comes back,
I'll skin her alive.

Oh, I swear.

I swear I don't know
Where she is.

- if she comes back.
- |-| swear.

It would be better for everyone
if she didn't.

Well.

Sarah, I never told them.

HUDSON:
Sarah, come in here.

EMILY:
But I never said a word.

- HUDSON: Shut the door.
ROSE: Liar.

Hypocrite.
Slut.

Walking the streets at night.

HUDSON:
Rose, that's enough of that.

You too, Emily.

We have reason to believe
that you have stolen a chicken

from Mrs. Bridges' larder,

that you have crept out
into the night

to dispose
of your forbidden loot

and have returned
with your ill-gotten profits

concealed about your person.

What have you to say
for yourself?

Well?

If Mrs. Bridges can do it,
why the hell shouldn't I?

Well?

[ Hoofbeats ]

[ Hoofbeats ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Thank you, Alfred.

You may go to bed now.

Thank you, sir.

[Sighs]

- You'll have nothing, my dear?
- No, thank you.

Strange to see Archie Hasleff
across a dining table again --

and his new wife.

But I see why it all happened.

What eyes that Woman has.

One can hardly excuse it.

It's the thin end of the wedge,
you know.

Soon we'll see divorced people
everywhere,

be obliged to chat and smile
as if it were nothing unusual.

In a moment,
I'm afraid you will say,

"And the old Queen,
hardly cold in her grave."

Well, it's true.
I don't like change.

Goes too quickly, becomes not
progress but disintegration.

Spoken like a good Englishwoman.

And an excellent wife
for a Tory politician.

Oh, tomorrow doesn't bear
thinking about.

Joe Chamberlain on tariff reform
again,

and the front bench
shuffling in its shoes.

The prime minister
should be more firm with him.

My father wouldn't have put up
with it.

Your father!

He'd have run England
single-handed if he could.

He knew the value of firmness
and resolution.

And you are
your father's daughter.

I hope so.

Well, don't bother
your pretty head.

- These are men's matters.
- Don't say that.

Now, why should I not bother
my head?

It has precious little else
to fill it.

No.
You do so much.

- What do I do?
- You run this house.

The servants do that
in their own way.

Yes, and a lot goes on
that I know nothing about.

I saw a light downstairs.
The servants are still up.

Have some hot milk.

Everyone Worries
too much about me.

No, don't ring.

You know I don't like bells
ringing late in dark corridors.

One day, you know, if things
go on as they have been,

you might ring and ring,
and no one would ever come.

- Mm?
- There'd be nobody there.

I'm not as bad as you think.
Don't get the police.

HUDSON: You're a thief.
Do you deny it?

When I saw Mrs. Bridges doing
it, I thought anyone could.

Then you were wrong to think
that you were as good as her.

No, I didn't think of it
that way.

- Please.
- Oh, "please," is it now?

We have changed our tune,
haven't we?

Look, I'll never do
anything like it again.

I've given the money
to Mrs. Bridges.

What good will it do
to have me pinched?

I thought we was all
on the same side.

Poor girl.
One could pity her, I suppose.

- She's a moral imbecile.
- What have I done to you?!

You pretend to be something
you are not.

You make yourself out
to be better than us.

Not better.

Just more interesting.

Well, it does no one any harm.
It's only a bit of fun.

How can lies be fun?

They're not lies.
They're make-believe.

You are what you are.

There's no escape,
not for you or me.

There must be some escape!

Well, to be an under-house
parlourmaid is not so terrible.

I think it would be Wonderful.

In a minute, I'll remember
you're here, Emily,

and send you to bed.

But I-l ought to be here,
Mrs. Bridges, as a lesson to me.

What in?

Pride going before a fall.
Uh, murder will out.

Oh, a stitch in time saves nine.

Anything you like,
I believe you,

but please don't send me to bed.

- Bed!
- Oh, please!

Nothing exciting ever happens.

Why can't I stay up and Watch
the police take her off?

Because the police
aren't coming, Emily.

Not if Sarah chooses to confess
her faults.

You are a common, ignorant,
worthless girl, Sarah.

- Can you deny it?
- No.

ROSE:
And a liar and a thief.

Yes.

You are an ordinary person,
Sarah, like the rest of us.

Yes.

And you told lies
to Lady Marjorie.

You lied your way in
where you had no right.

Yes.

And you have no French blood
in you, let alone noble blood.

No.

And you are lucky to have found
this home with us.

Yes.

Very Well.

- The police need not be called.
- Thank you.

- But upstairs must be informed.
- Oh, no.

With a recommendation for mercy.

Well, coming from you, Rose,
I'm sure it will be accepted.

Look, don't tell Lady Marjorie.
I'd be so ashamed.

Oh, she's not all bad, you see.

She's capable of remorse.

Look, take this Bible, Sarah.

And read...

...read this page.

You will find written there
the Ten Commandments.

Now, take note
of the sixth commandment --

“Thou shall not steal“

Now repeat it to yourself.

Make her write it out
like at school.

Not a bad idea, Mrs. Bridges.

Rose, fetch the pen and paper.

She will write it out
a dozen times in her best hand,

just to suit you, Mrs. Bridges.

Oh, thank you, Rose.

There, now.

Take the pen and write
for Mrs. Bridges,

“Thou shall not steal“

I-I can't, Mr. Hudson.
I can't.

Go on, girl.
Write.

Mrs. Bridges is Waiting
for proof of your reformation.

No. Please.

And why not?

It's just...

[Voice breaking]
I can't write!

[ Sobs]

I don't know how.

You can't Write?

Not even me own name.

Mr. Hudson.

What, didn't they send you
to school?

I was needed at home.

Didn't your mother learn you?

I never had no mother.

I was everyone else's mum
from the age of 5.

They went to school.
I stayed home.

She's very upset.

I think perhaps, Mr. Hudson...

I daresay you're right,
Mrs. Bridges.

What?

I daresay there's no necessity
to tell them upstairs

about this unfortunate
incident -- a missing chicken.

A dog, a cat -- Who's to say?

These things will happen,

even in the best-regulated
households.

Thank you.

Now up you go to bed, my girl.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Go on.
I'll do that, girl.

HUDSON: Oh, Rose,
I'll turn down the lamps.

Just you tidy up a bit,
will you?

[ Door closes]

[Gasps]

Did I startle you?

No.

It's just I wasn't expecting
no one.

- They've gone to bed.
- Who?

The master and Lady Marjorie.

Oh.

- Let you go up there.
- Hmm?

Bit of trouble downstairs.

Raised voices and heard
Mr. Hudson's mostly.

Oh, that.
Uh...

We were just having a bit
of an argy-bargy

down there, all of us.

Little contretemps,
you might say.

Tell you something, Sarah.

They're all hypocrites,
the whole lot of them.

Write out
the sixth commandment --

Thou shall not steal.

How do you know that?
You wasn't there.

I know everything that goes on
in this house.

You was listening
at the keyhole.

[Gasps]

There's violence and sin
in all of us.

Filth and degradation.

Let go of my arm, Alfred.

Beware the lusts of the flesh.

Stop it.

Let me go to bed.

Kate was the same.

Who's Kate?

Under-housemaid before you.

Lust not for thy neighbour,

for the wrath of the Lord
shall be visited upon you.

[Gasps]

ROSE:
It's cold. Go to bed.

Nice big empty rooms down there,
and us crammed up here together.

Well...

Who slept in this bed before me?

A silly girl called Kate.

What happened to her?

She isn't here anymore.

Why not?

Curiosity killed the cat.

I expect she just withered away.

I'll probably find her

all shriveled up in the corner
like a dead insect.

I know.

I'll ask Alfred
what happened to her.

Shall I?

He's only up TOP-

I could pop up there
and ask him.

You've got to be up at 5:00.
I hope you know your list.

Yes.

But you can't.

You can't read.

- Oh, I was only saying that.
- Oh!

I was only making it up.

Then read to me now.

If you're not struck dead
by lightning.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what comes over me.

It must be difficult for you,
I suppose.

I'll get up with you in the
morning and show you what to do.

Thank you.

Now go to sleep, or we'll be
good for nothing in the morning.

Why are you being
so good to me?

I like the house
to run properly, that's all.

We should all help
our neighbors.

I used to dream of all
kinds of future for myself.

Never thought I'd
end up in service.

It's not so bad.

Safe.

You know where you are,
and what's gonna' happen next.

The outside world
is dangerous.

Nobody seems to ask
us if we're ignorant.

You know, if you
could read and write

you'd not be so frightened.

and then, perhaps,
you'd behave yourself.

There're so many things
I wanna' do and be.

And time passes
so quickly.

You've got to
learn to accept.

But, I was gonna'
be married once.

Huh.

He was killed in the war
in Africa.

They gave him a medal
for being so brave.

Silly bugger.

Why did you go
into service, Rose?

Aw...well...

when I was a girl,
on Lady Majorie's family estate,

a carriage used to pass
our cottage door

every Thursday
on it's way to market.

And the lady and gentleman,
wot' rode in the carriage,

well they'd once been like
butler and housekeeper

for a big family house nearby.

My mother put me into
service, so I, too, would

ride in a carriage one day.

[Sigh]

That was quite a
sacrifice for Rose.

Oh, just sometimes, I
do wish that carriage

had taken another
route to market.

You're very clever,
aren't you, Rose?

Umm.

But you've got more...
for fever...

What?

[Man's voice heard outside]

[Shush heard]

[Man's voice again]

[Voice louder]
Listen Rose, what is it?

[Voice shouts]
Oh, it's only Alfred

having one of his bad dreams.

-Does it happen often?
-Quite often.

He's a bit touched, you see.

Oh.

But Mrs. Bridges
looks after him.

Well, we all do, really.

No ritter.

He's one of us.

[Small sounds from Alfred]

He's not...he's not
gonna' murder us

-in our beds, is he?
-No.

I'll take care
of you.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

I'm nervous mostly.

Would you like me
to brush your hair?

Uh, huh?

Well, my mother used to do
it for me when I was little.

It makes you
go to sleep.

All right.

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