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COLE PORTER: ? That's why I ask the Lord ?

? In heaven above?

? what is this thing?

? Called love??

MRS. BRIDGES: There we are then.

DAISY: Oh, I'll take them up.

MRS. BRIDGES: No, you'll do nothing of the sort, Daisy.

In this heat?

You get a damp cloth, cover them over.

That'll keep them fresh and keep the flies off them.

Then you can take them up with the wine nicely chilled

when Miss Georgina gets in.

That girl's got a regular passion for smoked salmon.

Won't have nothing else.

DAISY: Or else Lord Stockbridge has.

MRS. BRIDGES: What are you insinuating, Daisy?

DAISY: I'm not insinuating nothing,

but it's him that's took her down to Eton College

for that 4th of June thing.

One swallow doesn't make a summer.

Third time he's took her out in a fortnight, I happen to know.

I reckon they're walking out proper.

Well, high time that girl did settle down,

that's what I say.

But it's best not spoke about in case it don't come off.

MAN ON RADIO: Mr. Baldwin, who tendered his resignation

as Prime Minister

and First Lord of the Admiralty.

His resignation was accepted.

In normal circumstances,

His Majesty would have received Mr. Ramsay MacDonald,

the leader of the Labour party, at once

and invited him to form an administration.

In view of the present state of the king's health,

it was felt advisable that he should not be overtaxed.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, poor king, after being so ill.

Now to get a abscess at a time like this.

MAN ON RADIO: It was announced today

that the German government has decided to enter into...

DAISY: Oh, Eddie, turn that thing off.

It's nothing but bad news nowadays.

Mr. Hudson will be having a fit at them Socialists

having won the election.

It'll quite spoil his holiday.

Oh, I don't know, Mrs. Bridges. I mean, give 'em a chance.

If this Ramsay MacDonald does all he says he's going to do --

DAISY: Which he won't.

Oh, I can't stand this heat.

My ankles have swollen up like bolsters.

Oh.

I don't know what's happened to that Ruby.

She's been over an hour up in my room fetching my glasses.

I can't do a thing without them.

Gone to sleep on the way, I shouldn't wonder.

DAISY: There they are, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, thank you, my dear.

DAISY: I suppose that means the master

won't be in the government no more.

EDWARD: Well, of course it does, love.

He'll have to go with the rest of them.

DAISY: It's a pity, isn't it.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, well, it doesn't matter to him,

him being a lord, you see.

RUBY: Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Bridges.

I couldn't find them anywhere.

They was here all the time,

on the mantel shelf, under your nose.

- But you said -- - what about our cocoa?

Yes, what about our cocoa, Ruby, I'm parched.

RUBY: Well, wouldn't lemonade be nicer, with it being so hot?

DAISY: Oh, well, I'd rather have cocoa.

RUBY: Well, trouble is milk's gone off.

What?!

Well, it's gone off on account of with it being so close

and milkman not delivering.

It's gone off because you forgot to put it in the cooler again.

Now, don't start to argue with me.

I saw it with me very eyes.

RUBY: But that was Friday, Mrs. Bridges.

It was today, as well.

I don't think I've ever met

a more stupider girl than you, Ruby.

You never listen.

It goes in one ear, out of the other.

And look at you.

Just look at you.

Torn stockings, dirty hands.

RUBY: I fell over on back stairs, Mrs. Bridges.

Fell over?

One day, you'll fall and break your neck and good riddance.

Now you go upstairs and have a bath.

RUBY: I'll have a bath when I want a bath!

You'll have a bath when I tell you to!

And use plenty of carbolic soap.

[sobbing]

L, uh, think Miss Georgina's just come in.

I heard the front door.

DAISY: Oh.

I'll give you a hand, Daisy. [Clears throat]

Oh, wretched girl.

Robert, thank you for the most glorious, marvellous day!

I shall always bless Henry VI for founding Eton.

ROBERT: [Chuckles] Dear old Henry.

If only he could see the result of his labors.

All those scruffy little boys in toppers.

GEORGINA: Well, they were certainly the best fireworks

I've ever seen.

ROBERT: But they always are.

Better than ever before. Unless, of course, it rains.

GEORGINA: Oh, I wish I'd been a boy.

Rowing up the Thames on a lovely summer's day,

it's not a bit like being at school at all.

Well, I didn't do much rowing actually.

I was a dry bob -- played cricket.

GEORGINA: Were you good at it?

ROBERT: Well, not too bad. I did get into the Eleven.

GEORGINA: Oh, Daisy, Edward, thank you so much.

[Door closes]

Oh, don't bother, we'll help ourselves.

ROBERT: Oh, smoked salmon, how gorgeous.

I'm starving.

GEORGINA: Tuck in. Daisy, is his lordship in?

DAISY: No, he's gone away for the night, miss.

GEORGINA: Oh, well, you go to bed whenever you like.

I'll turn the lights out and lock upstairs.

DAISY: Thank you, miss. Good night, miss.

GEORGINA: Good night.

[Door closes]

Do you still play?

What?

GEORGINA: Cricket, you idiot.

Cricket? - Mm.

Yes. Yes, I do.

I play for the village team sometimes.

Well, they've made me captain.

Strictly an honorary position.

Frank Bowman, our postman, does all the work.

Well, he does the fixtures

and mows the pitch and everything,

and he's also our demon bowler.

And his brother Joe, the blacksmith,

he's the wicket keeper.

A huge man with mighty sinews, just like the chestnut tree.

When Joe hits a six,

well, it's like an enormous firework going off.

Whoosh!

[Both laughing]

And father still plays sometimes.

He creaks a bit when he's fielding,

but the duke's donkey drops are still famous

throughout the county and treated with respect.

What's a donkey drop?

What's a donkey drop?

GEORGINA: Mm.

ROBERT: Well, it's when you bowl a ball very, very high

up into the air so that it drops almost straight from heaven

right on top of the wicket.

[Laughter]

It's not very sporting, but it's jolly effective.

Especially if the sun's in the right direction.

GEORGINA: Oh!

[Laughs]

ROBERT: Georgina, darling, I do love you.

I absolutely adore you.

I started to fall in love with you a long time ago,

and now I think about nothing else.

GEORGINA: Robert.

Could I have some more wine, please?

ROBERT: Yes.

Why didn't you tell me before?

ROBERT: Well, I -- I think it was because I was so terrified

that you were going to say no.

You're not going to, are you?

GEORGINA: No.

ROBERT: I just don't believe it.

[Georgina laughs]

Do you mean to say that you actually love me too?

GEORGINA: Yes.

ROBERT: It's incredible. Tremendous!

I don't know what I would have done if you'd turned me down.

Georgina, darling, I can't live without you.

GEORGINA: Please don't say that.

ROBERT: Why not? It's true.

GEORGINA: Yes, but please don't say it, promise me.

ROBERT: Why not?

GEORGINA: Because I ask you not to.

ROBERT: Well, tell me. Why not?

GEORGINA: Because someone once said that to me a long time ago,

someone who I was very fond of but didn't love.

And then at a party in this house, he shot himself.

Oh, I'm just superstitious about it, that's all.

He'd been in the war, and he was sort of shell-shocked.

Then, most of them were a bit.

It was after that that I decided

I didn't want to get involved with anyone again.

And going to parties and acting in that film

and behaving like a lunatic,

I suppose, was a way of keeping real life at bay.

ROBERT: Yes, I see.

GEORGINA: Not that I didn't enjoy it.

It was rather fun

being one of the bright young things while it lasted.

ROBERT: You're making you sound quite middle-aged.

[Georgina chuckles]

Did you really never suspect

that I would ask you to marry me?

GEORGINA: Well, you haven't actually.

ROBERT: Good lord, nor I have.

My dear Miss Worsley,

will you do me the great honour of becoming my wife?

Well, I shall have to think about it,

Lord Stockbridge.

ROBERT: I, um...

I think I should go home now.

Good night, my love.

[Door closes]

[Gasps] what's that?

Ruby.

RUBY: I'm off, Daisy. I can't stand any more.

DAISY: Oh, but I'm sure -- Oh, Ruby!

RUBY: I've had enough.

DAISY: You can't just go off at this hour of the night.

RUBY: There's a hostel at Victoria,

and it's open all night, but don't tell her.

Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry.

RUBY: It doesn't matter.

Goodbye, Daisy.

DAISY: Goodbye, Ruby.

Good luck.

Watch out, here she comes. [Clears throat]

Morning, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Where's that girl?

She forgot to bring up my tea.

DAISY: She's gone, Mrs. Bridges.

- Gone? - She went last night.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, if you saw her go, why didn't you stop her?

It's a free country.

If she wants to go, she can, as far as I'm concerned.

She's in service. She's my kitchen maid.

Where's she gone to?

DAISY: Don't know, I'm sure.

MRS. BRIDGES: Silly girl!

What she want to go and do a thing like that for?

Well, you did pitch into her a bit strong last night.

Well, I wasn't myself last night,

what with the heat and everything else.

Oh, she'll come back directly she comes to her senses.

DAISY: I don't think she will, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, what am I going to do?

I can't do without a kitchen maid.

DAISY: Eddie, come and give us a hand laying up in here.

Yes.

Oh, come in, Mrs. Bridges.

I've had a note from Ruby, which I can hardly read,

saying she was sorry she had gone

Without giving in her notice but that she was very unhappy.

MRS. BRIDGES: Yes, she's gone, my lord.

RICHARD: Well, why was she unhappy?

I don't know, my lord.

She's been very unsettled lately.

Well, we had one or two little tiffs

but nothing that mattered very much.

But she's a very foolish girl, my lord.

She won't listen to reason.

Well, she wants a reference sent to some agency.

Oh, what a cunning girl!

I see now she had it all worked out all along.

Yes, yes, well, that's as may be.

We can hardly refuse to give the girl a reference.

Now, here's the letter. Please deal with it.

I think you should, my lord.

It isn't usual for the cook.

Oh, all right.

This would happen when my wife was away.

Now then...

"Miss Ruby"...

- what's her name, Mrs. -- - Finch.

RICHARD: "Finch has been

a kitchen maid

in this house

for many years."

She's a good, clean, honest?

Oh, I wouldn't go as far as that, my lord.

She can be very sly at times.

I wouldn't go no further than "hardworking."

RICHARD: "Hardworking, clean."

Yes, now they'll want to know about her cooking.

[Scoffs] It isn't up to much, my lord.

But then standards isn't what they was.

RICHARD: Shall we say she's a good cook and leave it at that?

MRS. BRIDGES: Good, plain cook, my lord.

RICHARD: "Good, plain cook."

All right.

MRS. BRIDGES: I shall need a replacement, my lord.

RICHARD: Well, can't you manage until her ladyship returns?

No, my lord, I cannot manage Without a kitchen maid.

RICHARD: All right, Mrs. Bridges,

I'll try and arrange something.

MRS. BRIDGES: Very good, my lord.

Lord Stockbridge wishes to see you, my lord.

RICHARD: Oh, yes. Thank you, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Thank you, my lord.

RICHARD: Show him in, will you, Daisy?

DAISY: Lord Stockbridge, my lord.

RICHARD: Hello, Robert. Come to pick up Georgina?

ROBERT: Well, no, not entirely, sir.

Has she spoken to you?

No, I've just got back from a postmortem,

the damned election at Cliveden.

I've got to be at the Belgian Delegation in about 30 minutes.

They're cutting up rough about reparations.

And on top of all that, we've got kitchen maid trouble.

Oh, I say, I'm sorry, sir.

Look, I won't disturb you now if you're so busy.

Did you want to see me?

Well, yes, I did.

Uh...what I wanted to say, sir, was, uh...

well, to ask you whether

I could have permission to marry Georgina.

Good lord.

I had no idea.

I really had no idea.

My dear Robert, congratulations!

I'm absolutely delighted!

I'm very fond of you, Robert.

I really am very, very pleased.

I know Virginia will be, too. Have you told your parents?

Well, no, they're somewhere in Austria.

- But they'll be back next week. - Good.

Well, I'll send them a telegram now I know.

- Oh, sorry. - No, no!

Georgina, darling, come in and congratulations!

GEORGINA: You approve?

RICHARD: Well, of course I approve.

Now, this calls for a little celebration.

Far more important than Belgian reparations.

Oh, by the way, Ruby's left us.

I gather she's parted brass rags with Mrs. Bridges.

GEORGINA: Yes, I know. Daisy told me. Poor old Ruby.

RICHARD: Yes, well, I have to leave it to you

and Mrs. Bridges to find a replacement.

GEORGINA: Me?

RICHARD: Yes. Good training for the future.

Daisy, bring up a bottle of champagne.

Very good, my lord.

Wonderful news.

GEORGINA: Thank you.

EDWARD: What's that?

DAISY: A letter from Ruby. She's got a job already.

EDWARD: Oh, has she? Ah, good luck to her.

DAISY: With a lady in Ruislip, cook general,

�46 a year all found.

Do you know what I think?

I think we're mugs just sitting here.

I think we ought to take a leaf out of Ruby's book.

EDWARD: Well, we haven't got any reason to leave, Daisy.

DAISY: Yes, we have.

Improve our living standards, make more money.

We're took for granted.

EDWARD: Oh, I don't think we are really, you know, Daisy.

DAISY: There's plenty of money around, plenty of jobs going.

Look at this.

"Wanted -- chauffeur, mechanic, married.

Knowledge of town, thoroughly reliable.

�3.10 a week plus cottage."

�3.10 a week plus cottage!

That's double what we're getting here for both of us.

EDWARD: Yes, but I'm not a mechanic,

and that's where the money is.

DAISY: Well, not bad.

EDWARD: Well, I can drive a car, yes.

But, I mean, if anything goes wrong with it,

I take it round the corner to the garage.

DAISY: Oh.

EDWARD: Oh, yes, that reminds me,

I've got to go and collect the master from the Foreign Office.

He's got to clear everything away

to make way for the new man.

- Bye, bye, love. - Bye.

[Knock on door]

DAISY: Yes, what is it?

WOMAN: I've come for the interview, miss.

DAISY: Oh, come in.

Through there.

If you sit down, I'll go and tell them you're here.

What's the name?

WOMAN: Mabel. Mabel Wilkes.

I see that you haven't been in domestic service before,

Miss, uh...

Mabel.

GEORGINA: Mabel.

MABEL: I've been working in a restaurant

as you might say, my lady.

That's all I done.

MRS. BRIDGES: You call Miss Worsley "Miss."

What kind of work?

General work, miss.

MRS. BRIDGES: Cooking?

MABEL: Not much, but I'm very anxious to learn.

I'd like to be a really good cook.

Yes, well, is there anything else, Mrs. Bridges?

MRS. BRIDGES: It'll be very hard work.

I hope you understand that.

MABEL: Oh, yes, ma'am.

MRS. BRIDGES: And you call me "Mrs. Bridges."

Now, about wages, we're offering �32 a year.

Oh, if you'll excuse me, miss,

the agency said I was to ask for �38 a year

and half day off in every second Sunday

and two weeks holiday and two bob clothing wear and tear.

That's what they said was fair.

Yes, well, if you'd like to wait outside for a moment, Mabel.

Thank you.

[Door opens, closes]

It's extortion, that's what it is!

I've never heard nothing like it.

If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times,

these agencies are going to ruin domestic service.

They put ideas into these young girls' heads.

It's blackmail, nothing but blackmail.

Well, I suppose we shall have to pay it.

I just hope her ladyship

will think we've done the right thing.

Or shall we wait and try some others?

Well, there aren't any others suitable that I can find, miss.

There's a great shortage, you see.

They all go into factories and offices

Where they can do what they like.

There's no dedication.

No pride in work like there used to be.

Well, she seemed a nice girl.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, not bad at all.

GEORGINA: But does it matter about her not being experienced?

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, I'd sooner have a clean slate

to write on, miss, than teach an old dog new tricks.

I've always said that.

Well, then, I suppose we'd better take her on.

Thank you very much, Miss Georgina.

Oh, if you'll excuse my mentioning it, miss,

it's better not to use

the Christian name until she's took on proper.

GEORGINA: Yes, of course.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Bridges.

Thank you, Miss Georgina.

[Mabel singing indistinctly]

EDWARD: Who's that?

DAISY: The new girl. She come just after dinner.

Mrs. Bridges got her peeling potatoes.

EDWARD: Oh, yeah? What's she like?

Common little thing.

Oh, ho! I like that coming from you.

- Edward Barnes. - Shh.

[Singing continues]

EDWARD: Hm.

Pretty little figure, nice-coloured hair.

It's dyed.

Eh?

Anyway, make a nice change from Ruby, won't it?

Cor, struth!

MABEL: 'Till that lucky--

Oh, hello.

DAISY: Edward, this is Mabel.

EDWARD: Mabel.

MABEL: Ooh, isn't he lovely?

Here, where d'you get that cake?

Found it in the larder.

DAISY: Mrs. Bridges will skin you alive if she finds out.

MABEL: She won't.

She's a right old bee, isn't she?

And ancient. Cor, she must be a hundred.

EDWARD: She's not that old.

Here, where was you in service before?

MABEL: In a caf�, washing up. Cor, it was bloody slavery.

EDWARD: Oh, no, thank you.

MABEL: Here, got a light?

Ta.

[Edward whispering]

Nah, I didn't fancy being a skivvy,

but me mum ran off with this bloke from Liverpool,

so Dad chucked us all out.

DAISY: Things don't change much.

EDWARD: How old are you?

Old enough.

Well, you'll be out on the street

before you're much older if Mrs. Bridges

catches you smoking in here in the afternoon.

She'll be down in a minute to inspect your potatoes.

Do you know what I give for Mrs. Bridges?

[Raspberries]

[Laughs] Crikey!

She won't last very long.

DAISY: Yeah, and they say they're hard to come by.

EDWARD: Blimey, they must be.

[Mabel singing]

I see Lord Stockbridge's car is still outside.

DAISY: Oh, they'll be making plans, I suppose.

EDWARD: Yeah. Oh, he's a lucky bloke.

DAISY: And so is she. Fancy marrying a marquis.

- Mm. - Oh, dear.

- what's up now, love? - Sometimes I could just scream!

MRS. BRIDGES: Stop that caterwauling this instant!

I've never heard nothing like it.

No singing in my kitchen.

Let's get that straight for a start.

Now, where's them potatoes?

My God!

Don't you even know how to peel a potato?

MABEL: Well, they're going to be all mashed up, aren't they?

MRS. BRIDGES: I don't care what they're going to be.

In this house, they've got to be properly done.

You left all the h'eyes in them.

[Gasps] I don't know.

Come here, let me show you.

Stop picking your nose!

You see that little black mark there,

that's a h'eye, that is.

GEORGINA: 82 bedrooms!

ROBERT: Yes, I'm afraid Shalford is a bit of a barracks.

Still, I do hope you'll come and see it

for yourself next weekend and meet my parents.

We've got a cricket match

against the warwickshire gentlemen.

GEORGINA: Oh, Robert, I'd love to.

ROBERT: Good.

Just think, in about a hundred years' time,

you and I will be sitting down there by the lake having tea,

surrounded by hundreds of grandchildren.

GEORGINA: The old duke and the old duchess.

What a thought.

I do think it's terribly good.

Do you paint a lot?

ROBERT: Well, no, I don't actually.

Father seems to think it's all

not quite the sort of thing for a gentleman.

GEORGINA: Oh.

ROBERT: We've got some neighbours who've got four sons,

and one of them paints professionally.

Father always refers to them

as "the three good boys and an artist."

[Georgina chuckles]

I've always wanted to go to Paris

and Florence and Venice to paint.

GEORGINA: Well, when we're married, we shall go

to all of those places,

and we'll have a studio in our house in London.

That's exactly what I've always wanted.

GEORGINA: Well, you've got talent,

and precious few people do have today.

You must use it.

ROBERT: Yes.

Trouble with me is, I'm just idle.

But it's so easy just to mooch about and do absolutely nothing,

rather like my father did, and my grandfather.

Then, of course, they did have wars and things to occupy them.

Well, thank goodness you're not going to have

a war to keep you occupied.

ROBERT: I shall have to rely on you to kick me around

and keep me busy.

GEORGINA: Yes, I will.

Robert, do you remember what you said to me

the day after the inquest

on that poor man I knocked down and killed?

You said, "We'll find something better, I promise you."

You came into court, and you spoke up for me

after you'd been told not to by your parents.

And you were so brave and kind

after the bloody way I treated you.

That changed everything for me.

Honestly, anybody would have done the same thing.

GEORGINA: No, no, they wouldn't. None of my other friends did.

Couldn't see them for dust. Most of them anyway.

Everything was going faster and faster,

sort of like a runaway roundabout,

and I was giddy and terribly frightened.

And I couldn't get off.

You stopped it for me.

I'm glad.

Anyway, I suddenly feel

that life is worth living now I've got you.

I mean, there's some point in it.

There never was before.

Let's care immensely for the things that we care about

and throw the rest out of the window.

I mean, my parents are always wanting me to go into politics,

but I just don't care for it.

GEORGINA: Thank the Lord for that.

I've had enough politics in this house for life.

Out of the window go politics. What shall we keep?

Um, painting and cricket.

And forestry.

Forestry?

ROBERT: Yes, I'm rather keen on forestry.

GEORGINA: Oh, all right, forestry.

We shall march forward together into life,

thumbing our noses at Prime Ministers,

lord high thises and thats, and we shall carry a banner

with the noble device,

"Painting, cricket, and forestry."

[Laughter]

Mabel!

MABEL: What is it now?

MRS. BRIDGES: I want to know why them saucepans,

that you were supposed to have cleaned, are still dirty.

MABEL: They're all right, they'll do.

They will not do.

You put on your apron and clean them again.

Sorry, I'm going out.

I've got to meet my boyfriend down at Palais at 6:00.

You clean those saucepans first.

Do 'em yourself.

I've got my rights same as anyone else.

Oh! Oh.

Ah, Oh.

[Door slams]

I can't manage. I can't manage.

EDWARD: Mrs. Bridges, come and sit down.

MRS. BRIDGES: I'm too Old.

EDWARD: She needs a good talking to, that girl.

What she wants is a good --

MRS. BRIDGES: She's no respect. Nothing.

EDWARD: What she wants is the sack, Mrs. Bridges.

Why don't you go and see his lordship?

MRS. BRIDGES: I can't. He's too busy.

And Miss Georgina has got a young man.

Nobody cares what goes on down here

so long as they get their food!

[sobbing]

If only Mr. Hudson was here.

EDWARD: He'll soon be back, Mrs. Bridges.

The whole kitchen's piled with filthy saucepans.

EDWARD: Well, Daisy will do them when she comes down.

MRS. BRIDGES: Why should she? It's not her place.

EDWARD: How about a nice cup of tea, Mrs. Bridges?

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, I can't manage.

The whole place piled

with filthy saucepans.

What rather surprised us

What rather surprised us

was that you'd never introduced us to Miss Worsley before.

I mean, just a telegram out of the blue.

ROBERT: Well, you haven't met quite a lot of my friends.

I mean, why should you?

DUCHESS: Well, she is rather more than just a friend, surely.

ROBERT: I'm sorry, mother,

but I just didn't think about it before.

I mean, I didn't really know that I was going to get married.

DUCHESS: You mean you had no idea?

ROBERT: Well, yes, of course I had,

but I didn't know what she was going to say.

I just wish you hadn't taken us

quite so much by surprise, that's all.

I could hardly tell you before I'd asked her, now could I?

Robert, you know perfectly Well what I mean.

Mother, do I take it from all this

that you and father are against my getting married.

This is a tremendously important step in your life.

And after all that unfortunate publicity last year

over the inquest, you could hardly expect us

to be greatly enthusiastic that you'd chosen Miss Worsley.

Your father was extremely cross

that you deliberately went against his express wishes.

Mother, I had to give evidence at that inquest.

I was the only person who saw the accident

that could say that Georgina was innocent.

I couldn't let her go to prison.

I think that would have been most unlikely.

Oh, let's not go over all this again.

We've been through it endlessly. It's over and done with.

DUCHESS: Robert, do sit down.

ROBERT: Mother, when you get to know Georgina,

you'll change your mind, I'm sure.

Well, we don't know her yet, of course.

But we do know of her.

What exactly do you mean by that, mother?

Well, she's quite a well-known young lady.

She seems to get her face into the newspapers quite a lot.

Well, only because she enjoys doing original things

and happens to be very beautiful.

You can hardly blame her for that.

DUCHESS: You must believe me, my darling,

that your father and I want only what is best for you.

Your future happiness

is of tremendous importance to all of us.

It is rather sudden, as you admit yourself.

ROBERT: I don't admit anything of the sort.

DUCHESS: Oh, Robert, do be reasonable.

ROBERT: I am being perfectly reasonable.

DUCHESS: We just want you to give it time.

To think about it so that you're quite, quite sure.

ROBERT: Don't you think I've thought about it

endlessly for hours and hours?

And you talk about giving it time?

Heavens above, I love the girl,

she loves me, we want to get married -- isn't that enough?

No, I don't think it is.

In that case, I'm sorry.

GEORGINA: Daisy, do you think that this hat

is all right for watching cricket in?

DAISY: Mm-hmm, yes, miss.

GEORGINA: Nice and old-fashioned.

I don't want to shook the Duchess.

DAISY: What about this one, miss.

It's got white in it.

GEORGINA: Oh, yes, it'll probably go better

with the dress.

Robert.

ROBERT: I must talk to you.

I'm afraid it's a waste of time, your packing.

GEORGINA: You've seen your parents.

ROBERT: Well, I haven't seen father.

He went straight on down to Shalford.

I knew that was a bad sign.

I've just had the most blinding row with mother.

I mean, they're being utterly prejudiced

and idiotic about the whole thing.

GEORGINA: They don't approve?

No. And for the most ridiculous reasons.

I mean, to start with, they've never even met you,

so how can they judge?

Mother practically implying that you were notorious

just because you had your face in the illustrated papers.

I mean, God!

And she can talk.

She's had lovers carrying her parcels around for her

for as long as I can remember.

[Scoffs]

I need a drink.

GEORGINA: I'm sorry. There isn't one up here.

ROBERT: It doesn't really matter.

I'm sorry.

GEORGINA: Well, I suppose looking at it

from their point of view, you are quite a catch.

They probably think that I've been chasing you

and once I'd got my tiny, little claws into you,

I'm not going to let you go until you marry me.

I suppose it's that inquest, too.

ROBERT: Oh, mother brought that up straightaway.

Damn her! Damn them both!

That's all I can say.

GEORGINA: I wish I could just meet them.

ROBERT: Well, that's what's so damned unfair.

I mean, it's so prejudiced.

GEORGINA: It's no good just going on saying that.

ROBERT: No, but... only for heaven's sake.

When mother started all that eyewash

about the only thing that she really wanted

was that I should be happy,

I just lost my temper and stormed out.

I'll take rooms in Ebury Street for the moment.

GEORGINA: Is that wise? Wouldn't it be better --

ROBERT: I want to be near you.

I'm not going to let you down.

It's they who are going to have to think again.

GEORGINA: Oh.

I just don't see what we can do.

ROBERT: Well, neither do I for the moment, but...

Well, we're over 21. We can elope.

Come along. There's a good boy.

Come along. There's a good boy.

You know you like this. Come on.

[LAUGHING]

[RINGS BELL]

Come along.

Eat it up, eat it up.

Will you serve the cakes now, please, Ruby?

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, come on, this is your favourite.

[LAUGHING]

GLADYS: Let me see your hands.

Oh, you've been biting your nails again.

And where are your gloves?

You don't serve at meals Without gloves.

RUBY: Sorry, ma'am.

GLADYS: And bring some more hot water.

RUBY: Yes, ma'am.

GLADYS: And, Ruby, you call me Madam.

It's very common for a servant to call her mistress, "Ma'am."

Yes, ma'am. Madam.

I don't know.

It seems quite impossible to find servants these days.

We've got gas fires in every room, no basement,

every modern labour-saving device,

and yet that girl's always grumbling.

She never seems to finish her work.

I have had to teach her everything myself.

And would you believe it, in her last place,

she was with titled people --

the Viscount and Viscountess Bellamy.

Oh, a minister at the Foreign Office.

GLADYS: A big house in Eaton Place.

Some more tea, dear?

Oh, thank you. It's so delicious.

China, isn't it?

Lapsang souchong.

We'd never have anything different in this house.

The king and queen always drink it, I'm told.

WOMAN: Oh?

GLADYS: Of course, it's not easily obtainable,

but Mr. Waddilove being in the trade.

Ruby, this isn't the proper milk jug.

RUBY: Sorry, ma'am,

but the other one got busted, it just came away in my hand.

GLADYS: We'll discuss it later.

RUBY: Yes, madam.

GLADYS: And you've forgotten the pastry forks.

Sorry, madam.

Our girl's as clumsy as an elephant, too.

You know, we've got some very nice things in the house,

quite precious, some of them,

and I've just had to put them away.

I fine Ruby for everything she breaks.

It works wonders.

Well, that is a clever idea, Gladys.

Well, we don't keep them for charity, do we?

Don't forget to stoke the boiler for Mr. Waddilove's bath, Ruby.

No, madam.

And the front door brass hasn't been cleaned today, has it?

No, madam.

- well, see to it. - Yes, madam.

[Door closes]

Trouble with girls today is that they won't work.

Ruby spends half the day reading Peg's Paper

and stuffing herself with my food.

Well, when I went to the Labour Exchange

the other day to inquire about another maid,

there was a queue of big, strong, healthy girls

drawing the dole, living in idleness on the taxpayer.

It's a crying shame. It's nothing but a scandal.

Now come along, eat this up.

There, come along, you know you like this.

I am most desperately sorry that this should have happened.

I only wish I'd thought of it and warned you.

Oh, Uncle Richard, how could you possibly have guessed?

RICHARD: Well, I've had a great deal of experience of...well,

this sort of thing.

There is something not unlike it happened to this family,

oh, years ago now.

But parents do change and suddenly become

very silly and Victorian when the future

of someone they love very much is at stake.

ROBERT: They're not giving us a chance.

That's what's so damned unfair.

They just made up their minds, and that's that.

RICHARD: Well, did you give them a chance?

You did go to war rather swiftly.

Well, perhaps I did, but I can hardly capitulate now

and go crawling back, saying I'm sorry, because I'm not.

All right, fair enough.

I only wish my intervention would do some good,

but I think it might make things worse.

ROBERT: Could they be worse?

RICHARD: Well, I think the great thing to do

is not to do anything rash or in a hurry.

Whatever you both may think,

your future happiness is in the balance.

And do remember that time is on your side.

ROBERT: Well, we can't wait forever.

RICHARD: Well, three days is hardly forever.

Now, do give them time.

I quite often see your father in the House of Lords

and in the club, and if I see a chance

of a quiet talk, I'll take it.

Oh, darling, it's from your mother!

She wants me to have tea with her tomorrow.

Well, there you are.

Well, it don't surprise me one little bit.

Not one little bit.

Why's that, Mrs. Bridges?

Because Captain Worsley, who was Miss Georgina's father,

was a cad and a bounder and well known for it.

Not to say famous.

But as he was killed in a hunting accident

when Miss Georgina was only six, I don't see how it can matter.

It matters to a duke who his only son and heir

is going to get married to.

It matters very much, indeed.

And that side of the Worsley family

has got bad blood in it.

And the duke knows it, just like I do.

I've had another letter from Ruby.

MRS. BRIDGES: Mmm?

Don't sound too happy, reading between the lines.

Well, she's made her bed, and she must sleep in it.

Sounds like her mistress is a proper bully.

Thank you.

MRS. BRIDGES: Thank you, Mabel.

Oh, you've forgotten the sugar, Mabel.

Well, go and get it then.

Go and get it yourself!

You do as you're told.

Why should I? I wasn't took on here

to wait hand and foot on the bleedin' servants.

DAISY You go get that sugar, my girl, or I'll --

Get it yourself, you -- Ow!

Mabel, Mabel, now, stop it.

Well done, Daisy.

MRS. BRIDGES Oh, thank you, Daisy.

EDWARD: Have a biscuit.

DAISY: Oh, thank you, thank you very much.

EDWARD: Well done. [Laughs]

Miss Worsley, Your Grace.

Ah, Miss Worsley.

How very nice of you to come and see me.

Shall we have our tea straightaway?

Michael, would you tell Harris?

Yes, Your Grace.

Do sit down, Miss Worsley.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sorry that we've never had the chance to meet before.

Yes, so am I.

I was having luncheon with Anne Birkenstead yesterday.

She tells me that you were a nurse during the war.

Oh, yes, I was.

I tried, like everyone else, to do something.

She said you were a very good one.

My brother was with James Bellamy

in the Life Guards.

He was killed, sadly.

How is Major Bellamy?

He played polo very well, I remember.

Yes. He's in America at the moment.

I think he's enjoying himself very much.

He's coming back this autumn to see us, we hope.

DUCHESS: Have you ever been to America?

Yes, I have once. I enjoyed it.

Oh, I always love going there.

They are tremendous snobs, you know,

and they make an enormous fuss of one,

which of course one adores.

It's one of the few advantages of one's position.

Most of the time it's really rather hard work

and not very much fun.

Endlessly opening things and doing good works

and chairing committees.

One doesn't have to do these things, of course,

but it is rather expected of one.

Do you like lemon or milk in your tea?

GEORGINA: Oh, lemon, please.

Oh, dear, I'm not really allowed to eat tea, and I do love it so.

It really is very boring being middle-aged

and having to think of one's figure all the time.

I expect you went to Hollywood to make films.

No, I went to stay with James's sister, Elizabeth,

who lives out there.

I'm afraid my film experiences have been rather exaggerated.

I've only ever been in one film,

and that was really just for fun.

You young people nowadays seem to have so much fun.

And so much more freedom than when I was young.

One is always hearing of all sorts of people

doing all sorts of strange things.

Still, I suppose it's a good thing, really.

Yes.

I do think Robert paints well.

Yes, he has quite a talent.

I remember being very proud when he won a prize at school.

But he never kept it up, really.

I'm afraid it's rather typical of him.

He never seems able to stick at anything.

Has he really ever been given the chance?

Oh, Lord, yes.

He was up at Oxford, you know, but he left after a year or so,

never took his degree.

Not that he needed one.

He's a very, charming, easygoing person,

and my husband and I love him very dearly.

But being made the way he is,

I'm afraid it's rather easy for him

to get away with things in life and make mistakes.

You really are a very pretty girl.

Much prettier than your photographs.

I'm sure a lot of men must have fallen in love with you.

Yes, they have.

DUCHESS: And asked you to marry them?

Yes, some of them.

But I've never accepted anyone before.

I didn't love them. And I do love Robert.

DUCHESS: I'm sure you do.

I think he's the sort of person that will never let me down.

I don't think he'd let anyone down.

Not deliberately, anyway.

Oh, not any way.

I've never met anyone quite like him before.

It's very nice of you to say so.

We've decided that Robert should go away for a few months.

His father's arranged it.

He'll be going all over the world.

During that time, we don't want you to see one another.

Now, you strike me as being a sensible sort of girl,

and I hope you'll try and persuade Robert

to see things our way.

After all, if you love him as much as you say you do,

it will make no difference in the long run.

I think that's unfair.

Miss Worsley, Robert is our only son.

As I say, he's very dear to us.

But he's also heir to a great inheritance.

Now, I don't just mean titles, I mean land,

responsibility to people, thousands of people.

We don't feel that he's quite ready

to take on that responsibility.

Not that he'll have to, we hope, for some time.

And we don't feel that he's quite ready to get married.

I don't expect you to agree with me,

or even to understand

why I seem to be behaving like a fussy old hen.

But I felt that I at least owed you an explanation.

Yes, thank you.

DUCHESS: Will you have another cup of tea?

Yes. Thank you.

Ruby?

Ruby?

RUBY: Who is it?

Mrs. Bridges. What are you doing here?

I come to see how you was getting on.

And none too well, by the looks of things.

That kitchen there's a disgrace!

RUBY: It's not my fault.

What are you dressed up like that for?

She makes me dress like this.

Oh, I can't go on, Mrs. Bridges.

I'm that tired, I can't think straight anymore.

I never stop. Day and night.

It's too much, and I can't manage.

Well, you get your days off.

I don't go out, because I haven't got the time.

I haven't got any money, anyway,

because she makes me pay for everything I break.

Oh, she's terrible, Mrs. Bridges.

She goes on at me all time.

I have to do everything.

Everything blessed thing!

I have to clean the rooms and cook the meals

and serve them and make the beds

and answer the door and everything else.

And I just never seem to catch up.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, why don't you leave, then?

Because she won't give me a reference -- she said so.

Well, you would go, Ruby.

You've nobody but your own self to blame.

Now, then, come along, let's try and get

that kitchen tidied up a bit.

Oh, dear, I don't know where to start.

[Buzzer rings]

RUBY: That'll be her, wanting her tea.

And then she's got friends coming round

for bridge afterwards.

[Buzzer rings repeatedly]

Mrs. Bridges --

You just stop where you are.

GLADYS: Ruby! Ruby!

Ruby, when did you last dust this room?

MRS. BRIDGES: Excuse me, madam.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

My name is Mrs. Bridges, madam, and I come to visit Ruby.

How dare you come into my house without being invited?

I repeat, madam, I come to visit Ruby.

And I would be obliged if you would let me

have a few words with you about the girl.

GLADYS: Are you her mother or something?

I am Lord and Lady Bellamy's cook, madam,

and Ruby was my kitchen maid.

Well, you didn't train her very well.

I've never had such a dirty, lazy, slovenly, sullen girl.

She may be slow, but Ruby's always been a good, hard worker.

I will not discuss my servants with a cook.

Please go away and send Ruby to me.

If you will excuse me, madam, I think your treatment

of this girl has been absolutely shocking.

Ruby, show this woman out immediately.

It's your kind that brings disgrace on domestic service.

Do you want me to call the police?

Unless you get rid of this woman, you're dismissed.

Oh, Lord.

And I shall personally see to it

that you never get another place.

Ruby, fetch your things.

Now, I see your little game.

You've come here to steal her from me.

I'll sue your employer.

I'll report you to the agency.

Ruby, come along with me.

GLADYS: I'll get my husband to call the police.

I'll have you prosecuted, that's what I'll do.

I'll have the law on you. I'll have you put in prison.

[Dog barking]

I'll write to you wherever you are.

I should think it would be great fun.

You can find all sorts of exciting places

to take me when we're married.

ROBERT: I still think I'm being weak,

giving in like this.

I mean, if I want to get married to you,

why the hell shouldn't I?

GEORGINA: Darling, we've been through all this so often.

I'm sure Uncle Richard is right. He always is.

It's going to seem like centuries.

What a waste. What a waste of our lives.

Let's plan a date to get married.

June, next year.

GEORGINA: June the 12th. It's a Thursday.

A year today. Well, that's fine.

Thursday, June 12, 1930.

That'll be a day on which history is made.

Goodbye, my love.

I love you.

[Door closes]

MAN ON RADIO: Although the first test match

was left drawn here this evening --

it had looked increasingly like a draw

since yesterday morning --

South Africa had the better of it.

And they'll be very pleased about that.

But when they played --

[Daisy laughing]

I was just thinking what Mr. Hudson would have said

if he'd come back here and found Mabel.

Oh, I think we can draw a veil over Mabel.

Neither Mr. Hudson nor Rose need ever know she existed.

For the second wicket.

Sutcliffe got 114, Hammond --

DAISY: Oh, Eddie, turn that thing off.

EDWARD: It's the test, Daisy.

DAISY: Yeah, there's always a test.

EDWARD: But it's a series!

How a grown man can sit there all day long

listening to some bloke chattering away

on the radio about cricket beats me.

His 100, stumps were drawn. After this was --

[Turns radio off]

[Sniffs] Ruby?

Ruby! How's that stew getting on?

RUBY: All right, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: All right, is it?

Well, just you look at this.

Now, what have I always told you?

Come on, what is it?

A stew boiled is a stew spoiled.

MRS. BRIDGES: A stew boiled is a stew spoiled.

And this one's been boiled.

So take it and throw it out.

And clean the saucepan, 'cause it's burnt.

And while you're about it, you better

get on with scrubbing --

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