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MARJORIE:
Is that you, Richard?

- Yes, dear.
- I'm in here.

Well, how did you vote
in the end?

There's no chance of a division
for days.

Did you speak to Father?

No.
He's still in the country.

- Or Arthur Balfour?
- No.

But you promised you would.

I said I would if I met him,
which I did not.

[Sighs]

Really, Marjorie, I don't think
you understand the position

now that we're in opposition.

I'm a perfectly ordinary common
or garden backbencher.

And backbenchers are supposed to
show some independence,

to express their own opinions.

And my own personal opinion
of the Liberals' education bill

is that it's a good one
in most respects.

Ring for tea, will you, Richard?

Anyway, I'm far from convinced

that education should be
a party political issue.

Well, Father's always thought
that far too much time and money

was spent on education.

Especially for working people,

it can be
a positive disadvantage.

Fine.
He's entitled to his opinion.

I'm entitled to mine.

It's just that
I don't have to think it fair

that Catholics
and non-conformists

should be excluded from
our Church of England schools.

All I'm going to do
is to abstain

from voting against
that one section of the bill.

My own personal gesture.

It'll be taken as a gesture of
defiance against your own party.

- You rang, milady?
- Hmm?

Oh, yes.
Edward, bring tea.

And ask Hudson to see that
that catches the post, will you?

Very good, milady.

Whatever happens, the bill

will be thrown out of the window
look, stock, and barrel.

Your father and Lansdowne
will see to that.

Well, I think after all
her ladyship's done for him,

it's disgraceful.

Well, I think she's cracked
the whip once too often,

and the worm's turned.

Now, now, Rose, there's
little enough we can say or do

that'll make any difference.

She wants her tea.

Who's she?
The cat's mother?

Well, they're still at it,
hammer and tongs.

Now, look here, Edward,
you show a little respect,

or you won't last very long
in this house.

And get the tray.

Well, in my last place, it was
parlourmaids who served tea.

Well, in this house,
we do things properly.

You serve it.
I supervise.

I suppose in your last place,
you didn't wear gloves.

- Yes, I did.
- well, put them on, then.

More tea, Miss Roberts?

Uh, just half a cup.

That's enough milk, thank you.

I remember when Lady Marjorie

first brought Mr. Bellamy
to Southwold.

That was before
they were married even.

I said there would be trouble
one day, and I say it again now.

And that wasn't yesterday.

I was a kitchen maid,
and I remember old Nanny Lucas

saying as how she'd heard
Lord and Lady Southwold

wasn't overpleased, not at all.

In fact, quite the opposite.

Oh, they had no cause to be
neither.

He was only
a Norfolk country parson's son

when all's said and done.

That's not much catch.

Not for the eldest daughter
of an earl

and as lovely as any girl
in England.

But Lady Marjorie --
She would have her way.

Always has and always will,
I've no doubt.

You could say
he wasn't really her class.

Oh, Mr. Bellamy's
a perfect gentleman.

And Bellamy hadn't a penny
to his name.

Ah, it's a wee bit chilly
upstairs.

Well, I think sometimes

that poor man's more
of a servant than we are,

and I wouldn't blame him
if he did turn Liberal,

like Mr. Winston Churchill.

I mean, after the last election,

the Tories
are finished any old how.

I'm a Tory, and proud of it,

and don't you start telling me
my party's finished, my girl.

It's not me
that's turning Liberal.

You're casting aspersions
Where you've no right.

Who?

And I'll have you know,

you've just blown a mouthful
of crumbs into my tea.

Give him a good whipping
if he were mine.

Fine old Tory household
like the Southwolds

being let down like that.

It's wicked, or worse.

More bread, please.

But if it's his conscience
that's worrying him --

If you're a Tory,
you don't need one.

You know you're right.

What do you think, Mr. Hudson?
What's your opinion?

It's very good of you to ask,
Miss Roberts.

I think
you're a lot of ignoramuses.

You're all talking about things
you know nothing about.

[Laughing ] Oh, I like that.

Politics are for gentlemen,
Mrs. Bridges.

Not for the likes of us.

Oh, Mr. Hudson, how can you
even say such a thing?

Experience, Rose.
That's how I can say it.

From experience.

I've seen what happens when
ordinary people get political.

Oh, that can't be right, can it,
Mr. Hudson?

I'm telling you, Rose,
you mind your own business,

and let the politicians
mind theirs.

And keep the butter knife
out of the jam.

One stupid unnecessary --
now you admit that yourself --

unnecessary gesture
and your chance of cabinet rank

will be ruined forever.

People don't forget, you know.

And when we get back into power,
you'll be put aside.

You won't be forgiven
and forgotten.

Well, I don't see it that way.

Well, I do.
Yes, and so will they.

After all that's been done
for you, Richard, it's so --

Well, it's so disloyal.

-[ Door closes]
- Oh, hello, James.

Hello, Mother.
Hello, Father.

Something up?
- No.

Good.

I've, uh, I've got
a friend of mine outside,

Captain Charles Hammond,
Indian army.

The guides, you know.
Really frontier wallah.

He's messing with us
while he's back home.

Awfully nice chap.

Will you give him a cup of tea
while I go and change?

We're off to a party.
Sorry about that.

Come on in, Charles.

May I present
Captain Charles Hammond?

My mother, my father.

How do you do, Lady Marjorie?
Sir.

- Oh, no. Do sit down.
- Yes. Do sit down, Captain.

Well, I'll just go and change.
I won't be long.

- Do you take milk?
- Yes, thank you.

Um, sugar?

No, thank you.

Sandwich?

Um, no, thank you, sir.

- How were the --
- I'm --

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No. Please.

How were things on the northwest
frontier when you left?

Things pretty quiet?

No, sir.
Quite a lot going on, really.

Are the Afridis
still playing up?

Yes, indeed.

You, uh, know a lot about it,
sir?

As a member of Parliament,

imperial defense
is one of my main interests.

And education.

I expect it's very -- very bleak
out there.

Not a bit.
It's really quite jolly.

Oh, you go -- You and James
going to paint the town red?

Yes. James is taking me
to a party tonight

to meet some of his friends.

I know no one in London,

and I've very few
of the social graces.

James has taken me in hand,
but I fear I'm a rotten pupil.

I'd sooner be on picket duty
in the Khyber

than face a drawing room alo--

I-I don't mean
this drawing room.

Of course,
that's very understandable.

Nice of you to say so.

Then we're going to a --
to the opera.

James going to the opera!
Is that the real opera?

Yes, that's my fault.
I -- I'm very fond of the opera.

I thought I'd start him off
on "Rigoletto,"

all those nice tunes.

Señor San Marco's in great voice
as the duke.

- Oh, you --
- Yes, I'm very fond of opera.

I think it's the only thing
I really miss in India.

We're going
to a gala performance

of "Tristan" next Thursday.

Herr Richter's found
a magnificent new tenor.

Oh, that should be
absolutely wonderful.

Oh, my goodness.
Did you say Thursday?

- Yes.
- I thought it was wednesday.

They've called a meeting

of the ways and Means Committee
for that evening.

Richard, no!

Well, I'm terribly sorry,
my dear,

but I can't see
how I can get out of it.

But you knew how much I was
looking forward to it.

Oh, really, it is too bad.

Well, I'll think of something.

- well, I'm sure James --
- James and wagner.

I-I think I'll --

Captain Hammond, um,
I have no ear for music,

so such delights
are wasted on me.

Would you do me a favour and
accompany my wife to the gala?

Richard, you mustn't.
Poor Captain Hammond.

The last thing he wants

is to be saddled all evening
with James' mother.

Not at all.
It would be absolutely --

Worth it to hear such music.

No. I would enjoy
accompanying you so much.

It - It would be an honour.

Well, thank you very much
indeed.

I'm very much obliged.

-[ Door opens]
“JAMES: There we are.

How was that for speed?

Ready, Charles?

Well, thank you very much,
Lady Marjorie. Sir.

Oh, I-l hope you'll allow me
to take your wife out to supper

before the opera, sir.

- well, of course. I'm sure --
- Yes, I'd be delighted.

Till Thursday, then.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Do I gather they've pushed you

into taking my mother
to something?

The gala next week.

Oh, really, I am sorry.

I do wish they wouldn't impose
on my friends.

I shall enjoy it.
Really, James.

You're too damn good-natured,
Charles.

You shouldn't have embarrassed
the poor young man

like that, Richard.

He should be pleased,

taking one of the
most beautiful women in London

to hear some
of the greatest singers.

He's nice.
Good for James.

Mm. Salt-of-the-earth men
like Hammond.

I sometimes think we waste them
letting them spend their lives

on the far-flung frontiers
of the British empire.

I wonder what makes them want to
go out there in the first place.

And my bill, please.

Sir.

Your mother must have been
a wonderful person.

Yes, she was.

I never really got on
with my father.

I think the dislike was mutual.

He married my mother
for her money.

He even boasted about it.

Her father was
a worcestershire ironmaster.

When I was at Oxford, my father
took up with a high-born harlot

he met out hunting.

My mother went to Florence,
Where she died.

It was then that I decided
to escape to India.

I don't blame you.

Oh, I don't really approve
of nepotism,

but I had a couple of relations
high in the Indian service,

and I pulled
every string in sight.

And you found happiness?

Yes.

Well, at least every day
I spend here

makes me want to
be back there more.

Is it dangerous?

At the frontier, each step
is on the brink of eternity.

The brink of eternity.

The men in my regiment
are second to none.

They love a scrap.
It's the breath of life to them.

- what sort of men?
- Pathans.

Oh, you might think them
a quarrelsome lot

of cattle thieves,

but they're very loyal,
hospitable, and brave.

They smile and look you
straight in the eye,

and they -- And they'd die
to save your life.

I should imagine the women
have a thin time of it.

Oh, I don't know.

They make ideal wives --
never seen or heard,

dedicated to cooking,
cutting grass, carrying wood.

Then what are you doing
back here, Captain Hammond?

Well, it's too stupid,
Lady Marjorie.

I'm not allowed to talk
about it.

And I shouldn't have asked.

Well, anyway,
it's given you a chance

to compare your old world
with your new.

You don't find the old
any better than before?

No. Sadly not.
I don't.

I find society
shallow and boring.

Yawning politely at itself

in spite of the glitter
and the luxury.

I feel there is
an air of despair and doom.

But I'm being rude and boring
myself.

No, no.

No. Sometimes the same sort
of shiver goes down my back.

I'm glad you like James.

Yes. I'm afraid
I think he's rather wasted.

Just what my husband said
about you.

How odd.

James has many original
qualities that I, uh,

I suspect he inherits
from his mother.

- Flatterer.
-[ Laughs ]

Oh, what a dull time I've had
compared with you.

I've never been further
than Biarritz in my life.

I hardly take a step beyond
the shallow world of society.

All my life
I've been protected, cosseted,

Wrapped in a cocoon of fondness.

But you enjoy it?

Yes.
Most of the time.

Till I meet someone like you,

and then I feel
rather cross and jealous.

[ Laughs ]
Why cross and jealous?

Because you have a real life,
exciting and worthwhile,

which I can never enjoy.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Well, we ought to go.

At least "Tristan" is something
we can enjoy together.

WOMAN: [Sings operatically]

MAN: [Sings operatically]

CHORUS: [Sings operatically]

[ Music ends, applause]

[Speaks indistinctly]

Ah, unbelievable.

Bravo!

Oh, what glorious voices.

True, clear,
out clean through to the heart.

At dawn on the frontier, you
can see from Kabul in the west

right 'round in an arc across
Kashmir to the great Himalayas,

blinding gold
in the first light of the sun.

The nearest 300 miles away.

Clean, hard, pure.

That's what's good in life.

Like the naked blade of a kukri
or [Sighs] the cry of a bird.

"The same that oft times
hath charmed magic easements,

opening on the foam of perilous
seas in fairy lands forlorn."

I read in the paper
that the Queen was indisposed,

so I suppose Mrs. Keppel
was with His Majesty.

I know it's not my place
to say so,

but there are some strange
people in the royal circle.

Marquis de Saver is more like
a monkey than a man.

You can go to bed now, Roberts.

Mm.

Good night, milady.

Good night, Roberts.

[Sighs]

[ Chuckles ]

My dear.

Hello.

Well, did everything
go off all right?

Yes.
It was a lovely evening.

And did he come up
to your expectations?

Mm-hmm.
He seemed a very nice young man.

[ Chuckles ]
I meant the tenor.

Hmm?
[Laughing ] Oh..

He was magnificent.

Oh, aren't they beautiful,
milady?

Uh, will I do them
for the drawing room, milady?

Uh, no.
Give them to me, Rose.

And, uh, take a vase
to my bedroom.

I'll arrange them myself.

Yes, milady.

Here, which one
would you choose, Edward?

Well, I'd let her choose.

Who are the roses from, anyway?

An admirer.

That's nice, isn't it?

At her age, as well.

Well, why not?
It's only good manners.

Token of esteem.

Roses is symbolic,
I've always heard.

What of, then?

Love.

A rose by any other name
would smell [Sniffing] lovely.

Oh, Edward,
get off for pity's sake!

Oh, that one ain't half prickly.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, those roses, milady.

They look really, really royal.

They say that flowers like that
come from the heart.

Do they, Roberts?

[ Blows ]

And the last couple of days,

she's been dancing 'round the
room like the queen of the May.

Spring is in the air.

A bit more than spring, I'd say.

For a lady's maid, Miss Roberts,
you've got a lot of imagination.

Oh, I have, have I?

Well, yesterday she lit the fire
with her own hands,

didn't she, Rose?

Lady Marjorie lit the fire in
her boudoir with her own hands.

Why shouldn't she, then?

Well, firstly, it's high summer.

She was burning a note.
That's what she was doing.

A billet-doux?

Yes. I saw her do it
with these two eyes

just as I came into the room.

And you saw there was paper ash
in the grate, didn't you, Rose?

Well, seeing as how I lay
the fire with paper,

it don't exactly surprise me.

Can I help you, madam?

Yes. I was just looking
for something for my son.

- He'd be a young man?
- Yes.

Ah, they like adventure.

Yes, but nothing too trashy.

Um, what about
"The Scarlet Pimpernel"?

An historical romance.
Very fine.

That should do very well,
thank you.

I'll get it for you, madam.

Hello.

Captain Hammond.

Those flowers --
It was very kind of you.

I'm glad you liked them.

I think, if I may say so,
you've been sent by Providence.

I was just trying to dig up
that quotation --

"perilous seas
in fairy lands forlorn."

It quite escapes me.

Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale."

- Of course!
- There should be a volume here.

Yes, there it is.

Let's see.

No.

Oh, there we are.

I shall buy it for you.

Oh, that's very kind of you.
Thank you.

Could I ask you a favour?

Would you read the poem to me?

Well, not here.

No, not here.

"Adieu! the fancy
cannot cheat so well

as she is famed to do,
deceiving elf.

Adieu! Adieu!
thy plaintive anthem fades

past the near meadows, over the
still stream, up the hillside.

And now 'tis buried deep
in the next valley glades.

Was it a vision,
or a waking dream?

Fled is that music --
Do I wake or sleep?"

Thank you.

Well, there's something else
we've enjoyed together.

Yes.

But I'm failing
in my duty as host.

Can I offer you
a glass of Moselle?

I'd like that very much.

Do you play?

Oh, only a little,
and then to amuse myself.

Oh, I love this one.

[plays piano]

♫ Oh, my love is like a melody ♫

♫ That's sweetly played
in tune ♫

♫ As fair art thou,
my bonny lass ♫

♫ So deep in love am I ♫

♫ And I will love thee still,
my dear ♫

♫ Till all the seas gang dry ♫

♫ Till all the seas gang dry,
my dear ♫

♫ Till all the seas gang dry ♫

♫ And I will love thee still,
my dear ♫

♫ Till all the seas gang dry ♫

You know that I love you,
don't you?

You're the most beautiful,
desirable woman in the world.

Oh, darling, you're crying.

Why are you crying?

I don't know.

Because I'm happy.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Spits ]

What I did think
was a bit funny --

the second day running
she's told Pearce

she don't need the Daimler
and gone off on her own.

Now, that's not like
Lady Marjorie.

She's probably calling.

Where was you dragged up?

Ladies of quality don't go
calling on their own flat feet,

leastways not
what we call calling.

I was alluding to the other kind
of calling, that's what I was.

You want to be careful.

People who open their mouths
too wide

can sometimes be heard
Where there wasn't no meaning.

She's not like that.

Lady Marjorie
wouldn't behave like that.

Oh, it's in the blood.

Look at Lady Helena, the one
they call "the bolter."

Well, she was her aunt,
wasn't she?

- Shh! Shh!
ROSE: The bolter?

That was before your time, Rose.

And it's best drawn a veil over.

Well, you can't really
blame her, can you?

I mean, you only live once,

and she's can't be getting
very much from Mr. B.

Edward!

Well, it's only human nature.

I mean, 25 years
always having the same pudding.

Well, me,
I like a change of diet.

- Edward!
- Yes, Mr. Hudson?

In there!

I thought as much.

I thought so
from your references.

Three weeks only, and then this.

Her ladyship didn't want you.

It was Mr. Bellamy
that asked me to see you.

I saw you.
I saw you, didn't I?

And what did I tell you, then?

Oh, lost your tongue, have you?

Well, that's not all you'll lose

if you get thrown out of here,
my lad.

Disgusting, vulgar, dirty.

Yes, that's what it is -- dirty.

The words I heard you use
in there

have dirtied
this whole household.

Oh, now, look, Mr. Hudson.
It was Miss Roberts.

Oh, you're going to tell tales
now, are you?

I wouldn't put it past you
to do anything

to save your own dirty skin.

Well, for your information,
Miss Roberts is Miss Roberts,

and you are my footman,
and you have let me down.

And if ever I hear words like
that passing your lips again,

young man, you will be out on
the street without a reference.

And the same applies
if I catch you larking about

with any of the young girls
in my staff.

Now up you go, and
straighten up the morning room.

Stop!

Did I see you smile?

No, Mr. Hudson.

No.
Honest, honest.

Take yourself out of here.

My love.

My darling.

[ Sighs ]
I'm dazed by your beauty.

[Clock chimes]

I shall have to go.

Oh, no, my love.

When you're not here, I-l can't
think of anything else but you.

[Sighs]

The world outside
seems so unreal,

it's -- It's like living
in a dull, gray dream.

I know.

I love you so much.

You're the light of my life.

[ Laughs ]

What stupid, trite words
they are.

I wish
I was a poet or something.

Nothing as wonderful as this
has ever happened to me before.

Can you believe that?

Yes, I believe it.

Nothing as wonderful
has happened to me before.

[Chuckles ] You're just saying
that to be -- to be nice to me.

Nothing as wonderful as this
has ever happened to me before.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, it's a miracle.

How can a set of dingy rooms
in dirty old London

turn into paradise?

How can it happen?

Everything in this room
is special,

sort of unique,
and all because of you.

It's our private world.

We're safe here.
Nothing can touch us.

No one must ever know about it
except us.

If they do,
it'll all crumble, turn to dust.

Never.

Never.

"Charles, my dearest,
you are my only love. M."

Oh.

She's almost old enough
to be his mother.

What's that got to do with it?

Passion strikes
Where it pleases.

- well, we have that --
- what's all this?

I'm shocked.

I'm really shocked,
Mrs. Bridges.

We're all shocked, Mr. Hudson.

It's time this was brought out
into the open.

It's no use shovelling muck
under the carpet.

And dirty minds can find muck
Where there isn't any.

I'll thank you to listen to me,
Mr. Hudson.

This afternoon, not an hour ago

when I was coming back from
visiting my friends in Victoria,

I happened to catch sight
of Lady Marjorie

stepping out of a hansom cab.

Lady Marjorie in a cab?

In Ebury Street.

- She entered a certain house.
- what house?

A house where there is suites
of gentleman's rooms.

I'm sure
that's all very interesting.

It was the same house

Where Mr. Pearce dropped off a
certain Captain Charles Hammond

on the night of the gala opera,

and his card's on the door
to prove it.

You lot should set up an agency

for minding
other people's business.

You'd have Sherlock Holmes beat
any day.

We don't like it, Mr. Hudson.
None of us do.

But you've got to face facts.

Lady Marjorie's gone
off the rails,

and there's likely to be
one hell of a crash.

It's not
as if she's ever done it before.

MISS ROBERTS: And if Mr. Bellamy
gets to hear of it.

He -- He's a mild-mannered man,
but he wouldn't stand for it.

Oh, well, society -- It'll be
the scandal of the year,

and this house and family
will be blown to bits,

and us with it.

And we're frightened.

And we've cause to be.

Now listen to me all of you.

What Lady Marjorie
and Mr. Bellamy

choose to say or do
in their private lives

is absolutely no business
of ours.

We should not inquire into it,
far less question it.

Our duty is to do our jobs
as best we can

and to be loyal
to our employers.

We work for a fine family,

people of quality,
high up in the social world.

No breath of scandal has ever
touched this house in my time,

and if it does, it is not going
to happen through the servants,

not while I'm still here.

Chattering, whispering servants

can spread scandal like --
like rats with the plague.

It's mischievous, wicked, evil.

I'm surprised at the lot of you.

If disaster
ever comes to this house

through the chattering of
your senseless, loose tongues,

we'd all be better dead
for the shame of it.

[Slow music plays]

Mm.

[ Both laugh ]

[Humming]

[Clock chimes]

I shall have to go, my love.

I hate that clock.

Why must you
always be going to go?

Darling, you know
I have to get back to tea,

or the servants begin to wonder.

Damn tea, damn servants,
and damn clocks.

At school,
it always used to be Greek verse

between 3:00 and 4:00.

You're not Greek verse.

Can't always be
part of a curriculum.

Oh, love is
such an all-embracing thing.

It can't live and breath forever
in these two little rooms.

- Outside it would be destroyed.
- No.

Oh, Charles, you know the rules.

Damn the rules!

[ Music stops]

We make our own rules.

Oh, I know their rules.

It's all right
if you're not found out.

Your friends would know
about it all, of course,

and snigger and gossip
behind our backs,

and we'd be invited to
the same weekend house parties

and given rooms
next door to each other.

Oh, that's not our sort of love
my darling,

a beastly, furtive society
sort of thing.

I don't think
I could face a divorce.

Oh, no.

Divorce is only
for vulgar people,

another of your senseless rules.

Please don't be cruel to me.

I'm sorry, my darling,
but don't you see I don't care?

I don't care if you are divorced
or what you are.

To me, you are perfect
and always will be.

You are my love, my inspiration.
I worship you.

And you are
my gentle, perfect knight.

Oh, why not divorce?!

For us, anything is possible.

We must have no fear,
no turning back.

Together we can open
magic easements.

I don't think I'm brave
or strong enough

to face those perilous seas.

Our ship might strike a rock.

I'll hold you up.

I'd dedicate my life to you.

You'd have to leave the army.

Oh, damn the army!

Damn everything but us.

It must be clean-cut.

Clean, hard, and complete.

Italy, America, Australia --
I don't mind where.

I'll look after you.

I've got brains and money,

thanks to that ironmaster
from Bewdley.

Leave it to me.
Trust me.

Let's stay a little longer
in our secret world.

Just a little more time.

Of course, my darling.

I'm only impatient
because I love you so.

Forgive me.

Oh, hello, Father.

Hello, James.

How are things?

What do you mean, "things"?

Well, haven't you and Mother
been having a bit of a tiff?

Oh, that?

Yes.
Well, that's blown over.

Or perhaps adjourned might be
a better way of putting it.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello, Mum.

Can't think where on earth
I put my list.

Ah. Got a new hat
for the regatta.

Doesn't she look beautiful?

Darling.

What regatta?

Well, it's
the boat club regatta today.

I did tell you about it.

I -- I've got a picnic
and everything.

I do hope you're both coming.

I can't possibly,
I'm afraid, James.

I'm seeing a deputation
of constituents

all up in arms
about the new sewer.

Oh.
Oh, well, you'll come, Mother?

Oh, darling.
l --

Dan and Jack are coming
and Reggie Fitzgerald.

Oh, they're all so young.
You don't want me.

Ah, I've asked some old things
as well, especially for you.

The Colonel and Foggy Dews.
Oh, and Charles is coming.

Charles?

Your chum from the opera,
you remember?

We put him in
for the canoe-punting race.

Should be a great gas.
Everyone falls in.

You be careful of that fellow.

He's much more important
than you think.

Old Charlie?

Yes.
It's not generally known

and perhaps oughtn't to go
beyond these four walls,

but Charles Hammond's a bit
of a cloak-and-dagger man.

Adam Blake told me.

He's back home advising

the Anglo-Russian
boundary commission.

Oh, good for him.

I don't think I will come.

I've so many things
I ought to be doing.

Like having lunch
with your husband at the House?

I want to show you off
in that new hat.

I'd be delighted to accept
your kind invitation, sir.

I'm a lucky man.

You're looking very beautiful
today, my dear.

You're pulling my leg,
Mr. Hudson.

No, I'm not, Mrs. Bridges.

I tell you, they went off to
lunch at the House of Commons

like a pair of turtledoves.

And I can't say it didn't please
me to see them because it did.

Well, I don't know.

Chopping and changing,
chopping and changing.

No thought for the poor cook.

And the hare half done.

I'm sure it'll prove very tasty,
Mrs. Bridges,

with a nice spoonful
of red-currant jelly.

We might even stretch
to a wee bottle of wine, eh?

[ Laughs ]

I believe a slight celebration

wouldn't be out of order
on this particular occasion.

Aye, maybe this will put an end

to all their silly
backstairs chatter and gossip

once and for all.

I wouldn't be too sure of that,
Mr. Hudson.

Love can make a woman
uncommon devious in her ways.

ROSE:
Your tea, milady.

Oh, thank you, Rose.

Lovely day for the regatta,
milady.

Yes, isn't it?

Mrs. Bridges asked, will you be
in for dinner, milady?

Uh, I don't know yet, Rose.

Mr. Bellamy will be late
at the House,

so ask Mrs. Bridges to put
something cold on a tray,

-will you?
- Yes, milady.

[Sighs]

[ Door opens ]

Mr. Hudson? Mr. Hudson?

Don't shovel me like that.

- The evening paper, Mr. Hudson.
- well, take it upstairs, then.

Fancy bothering me
with a wee thing like that.

The stop press.
Look.

Oh, my God.

All right, Edward,
I'll deal with it.

The evening newspaper, my lady.

Put it over there,
would you, Hudson?

I think I should warn you,
my lady.

There's the possibility
of some disturbing news in it.

What news, Hudson?

On the back page
in the stop press, my lady.

Well, read it to me.
What does it say?

"Tragic accident
at guards' regatta.

Canoe goes over weir.
Officer feared drowned."

No name.

Leave me alone, Hudson.

Very good, my lady.

Oh, my God.

Hello, operator?
I --

No.

Captain Hammond, my lady.

Oh!

I, um, I came straight here.

Oh, thank God you're safe.

I thought you might think
it was me --

I was desperate.
I don't think I could have...

RICHARD:
ls her ladyship here?

HUDSON:
She's in the morning room, sir.

Hammond.

You heard about the accident?

James wasn't involved.
- No.

I came to put Lady Marjorie's
mind at rest on the same point.

Well, that's very good of you.

Poor Marjorie. You must've had
the most awful shock.

But you were there.
What happened?

Well, one of the fellows went
over in the canoe-punt race.

Got swept over the weir.

He's all right, though.
As usual, the papers exaggerate.

- Oh, thank the Lord for that.
- I think I'll go and lie down.

If you'll excuse me,
Captain Hammond.

Of course, Lady Marjorie.

Can I get you some tea?
A drink?

No, thank you, sir.
I really must be on my way.

Well, you must have a dinner
with us sometime

before you vanish again.

I want to hear
all about your exploits.

I'd be delighted, sir.

When are you due back to India?

Well, that's really up to me.

Well, let's make it soon.
I'll speak to my wife.

Hudson, would you show
Captain Hammond out?

Very good, sir.

It was very, very good of you
to come.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye, sir.

JAMES:
Oh, hello, Father.

Hello, James.

Was that Charlie Hammond I saw
dashing across the street?

Yes, he was here.

Told us all about the accident
at Maidenhead.

[Laughs ] Only old
Dickie Napier of the Grenadiers.

Couldn't drown him if you tried.

But, nevertheless,
your mother was very upset.

Very upset, indeed,
when she heard the news.

Frankly, it was extremely
thoughtless of you

not to let her know
you were safe and sound.

But I never went
near the regatta.

The adjutant got the
collywobbles at the last minute,

and I had to take his place
on a blasted court of inquiry.

I telephoned Mother all about it
before lunch.

I must have got it wrong.

Many happy returns of the day.

Thank you, Mother,
for the splendid book.

It was just what I wanted.

I've even had a letter
from Elizabeth --

first time
she's ever remembered.

Well, she's growing up.

Yeah. I'm afraid she doesn't
think much of France.

And, "All froggies have hands
like wet fish

and smell of garlic in scent,

and the women
are like black toads,

but the food is gorgeous,

and I'm stuffing myself
like a Strasbourg goose."

I can just see her.

Well, at least there's nothing

about the poor
and underprivileged.

She misses us all
and can't wait to come home.

Well, that makes a nice change.

You know, I think I'll introduce
her to old Charlie Hammond.

On. why?

Well, he's such an odd fish,

he'd probably see
something in her.

Well, I can't see Elizabeth
as a memsahib,

[Laughs ] She'd probably start
a new Afghan war.

And then everyone
would be happy.

Well, I must be off.

Here's her letter.
There's a PS. in it for you.

She wants some more tinkle
or something.

- Mm-hmm.

You know what Charles said
when I told him I was 24?

No, darling.

He said you were more like
my sister than my mother.

Wasn't that nice?

Hello, Father. Thank you
so much for the check.

- I hope you'll find it useful.
- Hm.

-[ Door closes]
RICHARD: My dear.

Can you spare me a few moments?

I want to talk to you
very seriously about us.

The House is voting
on the education bill

sometime tomorrow after tea.

Oh.

Well, the next bit I find
very difficult to say...

...even though I've been
rehearsing it for several days.

I've been pigheaded,
obstinate, ungrateful

to you and your father
and the family...

...after all that Arthur Balfour
and the party's done for me.

It would be
a monstrous impertinence

even to think of abstaining
from voting.

I shall vote against the bill,

like the good Tory and the good
husband, which I hope I am.

After all,
as you put it yourself,

it's a simple question
of loyalty.

And that's the most important
thing in our lives.

Much more than our passing whims
and passions.

A.J. wants me to intervene.

If you could manage to be
in the gallery tomorrow

between 4:00 and 5:00?

Well, I can't promise,
but I will try.

Will you be back to dinner?

I don't think so.

We shall be at it
hammer and tongs for hours.

I won't be long, Rose.

Oh, where you going, then,
Mr. Hudson?

She said
I was to take it 'round myself.

Oh, it's like delivering
your own death warrant.

Yes.

That's about it, Rose.

[Sighs]

WOMAN: [Singing operatically]

I got your letter.

I couldn't get away before.
I'm sorry.

What is it, my love?

Tell me, what has happened?

Charles...

...I can't go on with it.

Can't go on with it?

What do you mean?
Why?

Has your husband found out?

No.

No. I've found out...
about myself.

What -- what are you
talking about?

Only yesterday you said
you couldn't live without me.

Tell me, what has happened?

Oh, if only
I didn't have to hurt you so.

If only we could put the world
back and start again.

But it's too late, Charles.

I'm a weak, cowardly woman.
I haven't your strength.

I'd -- I'd never follow you.

I'd drag you down
in those perilous seas.

But we haven't even tried.

I'm too frightened
to take the first step.

Oh, and it isn't only that.

My roots are too deep.

I suppose the cruelest thing is
that it's only through your love

I've learnt the sort of person
I really am.

You see, I have a husband

who has been faithful
and thoughtful to me always.

I have a son and daughter
who love me.

I haven't given that much
in return, but I do love them.

Not at all in the way
that I love you, but very much.

They need me, Charles,
and I can't abandon them.

I suppose you could call it
a question of loyalty.

So you're going to abandon me?

Yes, Charles.

Tell me.

How are we going to live
without each other?

We must have the courage to do
what we know is right.

Oh.

I have loved you
as I've never loved a man

and never will again.

These have been
such wonderful days.

Yes, the most wonderful days.

They're ours for always,
locked away inside us,

and only we have the key
to open that magic casement.

And when things are bad,
I'll open mine,

and I'll look out
and see your face,

and all my troubles will vanish.

Oh.

I, uh...

I have this for you.

Please take it.

Goodbye...

...my only love.

Oh. Your speech
has caused quite a stir.

Even the editor of The Times
seems to approve.

It's one of the best speeches

I've ever heard you make,
Richard.

I was very proud of your father.

- Are you having lunch here?
- Yes.

I thought you were going racing.

Yes, I was,
with Charlie Hammond.

The most extraordinary thing --
He's vanished into thin air

Without so much
as a by-your-leave.

Back to India presumably,
though no one seems to know why.

RICHARD:
These Secret Service chaps

move in
the most mysterious ways.

JAMES: Hm.
[Laughs]

I've heard the story
he's been jilted by some girl,

but I don't believe it.

I mean, can you see Charles
with a girl?

He's so frightened
he can hardly open his mouth.

Would you like to go
to the country for a few weeks?

Southwolds so lovely this time
of the year,

with all the roses out.

And in a few weeks,
I'll come and fetch you home.

HUDSON:
Luncheon is served, my lady.

Thank you, Hudson.

Phew.

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