All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs - 2x04 - All the Things You Are.HDTV.TLA.en

Happy Birthday! Here's your card.
Happy Birthday, Johnny!

Made this meself! Thanks!

Here, what's this?

Come on!

It's from the... Ministry of Labour.

Telling me that...

Telling him to make
himself available.

Available for what?

Military training.

"All men between the ages
of 20 and 21."

You have to train over the summer.

It doesn't say when.

You're going to be
a solider boy, Johnny.

That means I'll get my own
uniform and everything!

I don't expect they'll send you off
to fight in your combinations!

Signed by the Minister of Labour.

"PP" somebody.

Oi!

♪ Jolly good luck to the girl
who loves a soldier... ♪

Lady Manning's chauffeur
got his letter last Thursday.

Johnson. So maybe they're
doing it alphabetical.

The curse of war, Mrs Thackeray.
Everyone uprooted without their say.

♪ do our duty everywhere

♪ Jolly good luck to a girl
who loves a soldier... ♪

Want me to help you with that?

I can manage.

What's the matter? Don't like
me acting like a gentleman?

Oh, is that what you're doing?
It must have passed me by.

Every time I try being friendly...

"Friends", is that what
you're after, is it?

I was wondering, maybe tonight...

you would like to come
to the pictures.

We're supposed to be going
out for Johnny's birthday.

Anyway, I'm not looking
to take up with a chauffeur.

Too grand, are you?

I just want more than what I've got.

We wouldn't suit each other.

200 more children arrive
in Harwich next week

and the costs continue to rise.

I've organised another
charity event.

A coffee morning for the dowagers
of Belgravia.

Mrs Fuller will be delighted
when I tell her.

Good evening, Hallam. Evening.

I will be having tea with her
and Lotta tomorrow...

Darling, I've received this.

The Pevensey Ball.

It's addressed to Persie,
you and me.

I'm afraid Blanche is not included.

What do you think we should do?
We must refuse them, surely?

Hallam? Are you listening?

Hitler has made a pact
with Mussolini.

We're facing a whole new enemy and
there's nothing I can do about it.

Dear Lord.

The war will spread down
through the Mediterranean.

Greece and the Balkans will
be utterly defenceless.

I'm afraid our social standing
is not uppermost in my mind tonight.

No, no, of course not.

Talk to me, if it helps? Please.

I want to hear.

I must go and change.

I'm not really in the mood
to discuss it.

Here we are, then.
Ports for the ladies.

Lemonades for Johnny, Eunice and I.

Cheers.

Do you want a seat beside me?

Thank you, no.
I am content to stand.

Oh, go on. We can all shuffle up.

Sit on the end.

Happy Birthday, Johnny.

Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday.

Big adventure soon
for you, young man.

All the boys will be leaving 165.

He's not going anywhere.
He's nice-looking.

So's a chocolate angel cake, I
wouldn't take up with one, would I?

Here we are,
ladies and gentlemen,

the sporting event of the year
in Kensington and Chelsea.

The Belgravia Servants'
Boxing Championship.

This country needs good fighters.

You could walk out of Wilson's Gym
a proper hero.

Our first contender!
Lay it down here, son.

Edward Skinner, representing
nine Cadogan Place!

Good lad.

Who's next, then?

What you smiling for?
Thought you'd be too high
and mighty for this lark.

I like a fellow with
ambition, that's all.

Spargo, you wanted to see me?
Yes, sir.

I wanted to ask your permission...

the gym around the corner has this
boxing league for servants.

I wondered if I might take
my evening off on Thursday.

You're thinking of entering
the ring? Yes, sir.

I'm very busy at the Foreign Office.
It's not exactly convenient.

Let me speak to Her Ladyship.

Thank you very much, sir.

The Egyptians performed
stick fighting

as tribute to their Pharaoh.

To ward off his enemies.

I beg your pardon?

He'd be representing 165.
You'd be the Pharaoh.

Doesn't that appeal to you?

I told Spargo I'd discuss
it with you. We should agree.

It won't make very much difference.

And, no doubt, if we refuse

we'll be pursued by some
servants' welfare group.

Do the Girls' Friendly Society
look after chauffeurs?

Perhaps we could dine together
this week. Just the two of us.

I'll book Kettner's, shall I?

You have so much on your mind and I'd
REALLY like to share it with you.

Oh, blast! I'm sorry, darling,
I've overlooked some papers.

It'll keep until
the morning, surely?

Go to sleep.

I'll wait up.

I'll be another hour yet.

Persie!

Good grief.

I just came to find my book.

Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.

May I...?

How are you?
I haven't seen you in days.

I'm perfectly fine. Are you sure?

I broke a nail on that
blasted bath tap.

Other than that I've nothing
much to complain about. I want...

We all want you to spend
more time with us.

You want to be my saviour?

The world's going to hell but as
long as you can save poor Persie.

Don't tease me.

Your coffee, sir.

Pritchard, go to bed.

Thank you, sir.

I'll wait up, sir

'Keep your guard up!

'Don't let your left hand
drop you stupid apeth!

'He'll spread your nose right
across your face.

'Come on, move!

'Combinations, one-two, one-two,
that's it.

'Keep the hands up! Move!
Move it there...'

'22. Club champion. Bermondsey.

Under 16s.

That would make you... what now?

31.

Take a look at these lads.

You're old enough to be
a father to most of them.

I've kept myself in shape.
I dare say.

You'll be going up against men who've
twice your energy and speed.

The poster said, "Open to everyone."

Then I'm for 165 Eaton Place.

So good of you to raise money
for the Kinder Transport.

How nice to see so many faces.

Darling Agnes, I love you
for even trying.

But there's half the number
here that we expected.

And those that have come

are only here
to gossip at my expense.

Now, who is that?

That American. Landry.
He does a lot charitable work.

Don't stare. He'll think we're
talking about him. Well, we are.

And don't turn away quite so
obviously. Agnes, what's the matter?

If I didn't know you better
I'd say you were sweet on him.

Oh, stop it!
Come along, I'll introduce you...

Very generous.

Mr... Landry?

Would you like me to try darning
them, my lady?

I rather think they're beyond that.

Lady Agnes?

Mr Landry?

Sorry. I'm not accustomed to
knocking on ladies' bedrooms.

I just wanted to leave you a little
offering. They're on the door knob.

Mr Landry.

Lady Agnes. Please tell me,
do you usually go to parties

with a pair of Nylon stockings
in your pocket? A sample.

I'm sorry? My latest venture.

I thought you were in
pharmaceuticals. Is it hosiery now?

Science in the service
of beauty. You're modelling

the latest Landry brand.
Most comfortable,

but I do think it would be better
if you didn't

scrutinise them quite so hard.
Yes, of course.

165, is it sir? Yes.

No. Wait. I'll go through the park.

It's a fine day. I'd rather walk.

It pleases me to see
Lotte so well and happy.

She's becoming a fine young lady.

And fine young ladies need very fine
scones and strawberry jam.

We wish to order. There's a table

in the back parlour.
I'd be obliged if you move.

That table suits us perfectly.

I'm afraid that table has been
reserved for someone else.

If it's reserved there ought
to have been a sign.

You do not want us
to sit together in plain view.

I've told you already...

the back parlour is fine.

I think it would be better
if we went elsewhere.

The menu here
is not to my liking.

Did I see you in the park, today?

Yes.

I thought it was you.

Bit odd, you didn't stop
to say "Hello."

Poor, Hallam. You never know
what to say to me when we're alone.

I was just walking home
from the Foreign Office.

I happened to be passing
the stables and... It's all right.

I liked it that you came.

Right. Big smile now...

I'm so sorry our excursion
has been cut short. Next time...

I do not think there can be
a next time. I have duties.

But you'll come and visit Lotte?
I embarrassed you today.

No, no, no. You're quite wrong.
I saw that you

were uncomfortable
and wanted to spare you.

I'm most proud
for us to be seen together.

What you have done for us all...

You have been an inspiration.

I do not wish
to cause you further pain.

We have worked hard to rescue these
poor children from prejudice.

You should draw some strength
from their plight. Lotte!

Goodbye, Mrs Fuller.

Joining me? I thought somebody ought
to come and cheer you.

Glad someone's even noticed.

Oi, get him a chair, will you?

He's going to need a sit down
between rounds.

Cocky little so-and-so,
ain't you?

Come on! Hit him!

Doctor Mottershead...

I didn't want to miss out on this
deliciously barbaric spectacle!

Come on, grandad. Give it your best
shot. Harry, show him your stuff.

Hands up, one, two.
Just jab him, jab him.

Go on, Harry, hit him. Go on!

Bravo. Keep your guard up, man!

You're going to have to be quicker.

Right, that's enough. No!

Harry, get up.

- That's it. You're done.
- All over.

You all right? You all right?

Spargo!

You have power in those fists,

but you need more pace.
He could read you.

Doctor Mottershead!
Didn't know you fancied boxing?

Ancient art.

Although people of the Nile took a
two-foot bronze sword into the ring.

Might be worth considering!

All right lads, we're done for
tonight. Let's be having you all.

You should stick
to driving a car, mate.

Out!

The cheek of him.
He had it coming, him.

Ah!

What's up with him?
He's walking funny, ain't he?

You shut your noise and get on.
Piles are no laughing matter.

And here's another one
who's been in the wars.

Fighting, at your age.

I'm not a complete no-hoper, you
know.

I used to be
a Junior Boxing Champion.

Why d'you give it up?

My Dad came back sick from the war.

Couldn't work because of his lungs
so I had to get a job

as a grocer's
boy just to keep my family.

So, no time for boxing.

What's this?

It's a powder compact.

You can't go driving them around
with your face in that state.

I wanted to ask about the lad.

He thinks you've got talent.
Wants you to go into the ring.

You fought before?

In Borstal I did, yeah.
It's what you do to get on.

I'd help you. Train you, if you
want.

I don't know.

We'd be a great team.

Split the money between us,
half each. What do you think?

It'll be for King and country soon.
Why not make a start?

New order from Bentall's.

Then at two I've a model coming to
take pictures for the advertising.

Mr Landry...

Lady Agnes Holland.

Not a social call.

Quite the most durable stockings
I've ever owned.

I'll take half a dozen.

The role of women
is about to change.

They need clothes that will free
them. Nylons are in the vanguard.

You're fighting a cause, then?

Me? No, I'm a businessman.
I'm just riding the wave.

But I like to think
I listen to women's needs.

And what are those?

To be more than a companion...

To make your own way.

This is a fascinating place.

Jews... Russians.

Lenin held political meetings in
Hoxton church, around the corner.

The East End is a haven.
And you provide them work?

I don't pretend to be
a philanthropist, Lady Agnes.

Mr Landry?
But I love it here. Sir.

Salt beef. Give it a try.

Well, you've certainly shown me
some new experiences.

My first Landry Nylons... Divine.

And my first salt beef sandwich.

Looks utterly delicious.
May I have a knife?

Fingers.

Mr Landry? There is problem
with the photographs.

Excuse me. What's the matter?

The model did not turn up here.

Did you telephone the agency?
They couldn't reach her.

Photographer is waiting,
and a whole crew for make-up.

How would you feel about
lending me your face?

I'm sorry? What for?

To put in 200 hosiery stores.

Is that quite proper?

No such word in my vocabulary.

Don't mind, do you?
Rearranging your veg.

Don't mix up my packets
and my perishables.

What's going on?

We're making a punch bag.

Boxing training.

Oh, you idiot.

Not me, Johnny. What?

I'm going to train him.
We've got big ambitions.

You look divine.

The question is, do I make
you want to buy stockings?

Hello. How was your day?

We've made progress, I think.

The Admiralty are finally waking up
to the threat from Mussolini.

Italy in the war could mean
a whole new front.

Stanhope is coming to dinner.

It's essential that
we get our message home to him.

I'm sorry,
this must be very boring.

No, I like listening.

When you talk like that,
it makes me feel safe.

Good evening, Aunt.

I must make a telephone call,
excuse me.

Hallam really is a rock.

No doubt he's gratified
he has someone to support him.

Agnes?

Of course.

Lean forward, just a little.

I've a table booked at Kettner's.

Shame to let the image go to waste.

It's too crowded in there,
let's get some air.

I've never seen
Kettner's so busy.

See how everyone stares?

At me or the nylons?
Oh, the nylons, definitely.

Our Rumba,
What a shame we missed it.

Oh, I think there's enough light...

Don't you?

♪ Jolly good luck to the girl
who loves a soldier ♪

♪ Girls, have you been there? ♪

♪ You know we military men ♪

♪ Always do our duty everywhere ♪

♪ Jolly good luck to the girl
who loves a soldier... ♪

Thank you, Pritchard.
Very good, my lady.

Hallam?

Hallam, I must tell
you about my day.

Something truly
extraordinary happened.

Darling, I've organised
a dinner for the Admiralty.

Will you speak
to Mrs Thackeray about the menu?

Come on! You've got to work harder.

Show them lot at Cadogan Place
what you're made of.

And, again.

That's it.

At it...

Come here, come on.

Turn...

Good... In... Full.

Good, and again.

Nicely.

That's it.

Balls of your feet. Balls of your
feet. Now, flurry, go!

Can we talk through some strategy
before tonight? You're a keen one.

I just want to do well.

Are you worried about the fight?

You'll do great.

Your technique's getting better.

Any day they're going
to knock on my door

and take me off to be a soldier.

I thought you were looking
forward to all that. I am.

I was...

It's just...

I won't be fighting for £5.

I'll be fighting for my life.

You're scared.

Yeah.

Blimey.

We'll talk it through before supper

and make sure you're
ready for anything. All right?

You look lovely.

You always look lovely.

Do you remember
your blue crepe gown?

The first proper
evening dress you owned.

You were 16. Gosh, whatever made
you think of that?

And after you grew out of it
you gave it to me.

But it never looked quite
as stunning. Don't be silly.

Always perfect.

My perfect sister.

Come on darling, get ready.

Georgie Kent is coming for luncheon.
Do join us, won't you?

Modelling nylons. Good Lord!

It was a perfectly
respectable affair.

Does Hallam know?

I haven't quite found
the moment to tell him.

But it's unlikely he's going
to pop into a hosiery department.

Agnes, I'm the last person
to throw stones,

but do you really think
deceiving him is wise?

He might not like the idea.

Might? He'll hate it,
no question.

Oh, dear, this is agony.

We must get you to your room.

But the luncheon...
I will assume the role of butler.

I'm bound to observe
my filial duties.

I willingly invited her
to live in my home.

I had no idea that she and Agnes
would become such firm friends.

I'll be the spanner, shall I?

Prise them apart.

Dr Mottershead, may I intrude?
Yes, of course.

Your Royal Highness, what a pleasure
that you should join us.

Hallam tells me
you've become a boxing enthusiast.

Give me a man stripped to the waist
in prime condition

and I can think
of no better use for him

than to see him knocked
around a ring.

Mmm... As it happens,
I too am an amateur enthusiast.

A moment's rest,
and then I must get back.

It's all in hand, Mr Pritchard.

No need to be embarrassed.
Napoleon had the same.

Couldn't mount his horse
at Waterloo.

How very flattering to mention me
in the same breath.

Yes, nice.

Go on, sharp. That's it. Sharp!

Yes, that's it.

Your Royal Highness, what an honour.

Please, don't trouble yourself.
We'll just sit here.

Move!

Sometimes it's a welcome relief
to go out without causing a stir.

I know just what you mean.

Box!

One... Two...

Three!

Well? Indeed.

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Here he is! Champion welterweight
of the Servants' Boxing League.

You won it! Better than that.
He wiped the floor with him!

First round. 15 seconds. Adolf
doesn't know what he's up against.

We showed that lot from
Cadogan Place again!

Oh. I wish I'd been there, Johnny.
So do I!

Their cook's a pinched little woman.

Always going on about
her counter space.

You said you liked a man
with ambition. How's this?

Training the champ. All right.

All right, what?
All right, The Lady Vanishes.

All right,
two tickets in the stalls.

And, all right, some butterscotch.

It was agreed that tonight I would
have a little sommelier rehearsal.

The Admiralty dinner is in two days.

Time enough, I hope,
to turn me into a worthy understudy.

Mr Amanjit,
this really is most kind.

To tell you the truth,
I am glad of this opportunity.

I understand.

There's nothing worse than being
made to feel you have no value.

Mmm...

So, then, between us
we will make a very fine butler.

Your expertise combined
with my labour.

This could be the start
of a whole new campaign,

aristocracy endorsing our products.

I'm glad to have been
of some little service.

No, you don't understand,
I want you again.

Lady Agnes Holland
the face of Landry.

There's a second shoot on the coast,
tomorrow noon.

I'm not sure my husband
would be thrilled.

Haven't you discussed it?

It might be as well to,
we've extended the campaign.

Didn't you think for a second
how it might affect me

Your face in a billboard campaign?
Hallam, please.

This is a time of national crisis
I have crucial issues to attend to.

The whole diplomatic service
will be gossiping about my wife

and this idiotic spectacle!

Plenty of people are allowing

their faces to be used
for advertising

and I'd donate the money
to Blanche's fund-raising.

I suppose this was all his idea,
The Hangover King.

You've only known him five minutes,
yet here you are cavorting,

selling yourself on his behalf.
I've found something I enjoy!

Couldn't you be pleased for me!

Did you know about this? Yes. I did
And you never thought to tell me?

Hallam, it's not my place
to interfere in your life.

It hadn't seemed to bother you
until this moment.

Can you bear it, just for a moment,

to listen to a little
bit of my advice?

I know what it's like
to lose a love.

What you and Agnes have is precious.

She is drifting away from you

and you have to do something
to get her back.

The photographer's ready for you.

I can see why he's not
exactly thrilled.

You have a lot of new admirers,
that's all.

A husband should be proud.

Englishmen tend not to see
it that way.

You are a puzzle, Mr Landry.

Really?

More at ease at a place like this
than in a luxury hotel.

My father arrived at
Ellis Island penniless.

And yet here you are,
making nylons for duchesses.

Quite some journey.

Any man can achieve what he wants.

What do you want from life?

I'm not sure.

I thought I knew.

I miss the sea.

Makes me feel like a girl again.

The fog's rolling in.

You can smell it in the air,
can't you?

What about swimming, I can buy
us some bathing suits.

Well, gentlemen.
You have caused quite a stir.

Mr Cardew at Cadogan Place
has been in a sulk for days.

Congratulations.

You're a formidable pair.

And now you have a chance
for further glory if you wish.

Salmon again?

Lady Agnes' orders.
The Navy are all bound to eat fish.

What? He's had an invitation,
an invitation to box again.

Where from? From His Royal Highness,
the Duke of Kent.

He sponsors the
British Amateur Championships.

At Alexandra Palace!

Oh!

Aren't men unbearable?

Look, you and me we might
have to wait a while.

I thought you wanted to take me
out tonight. Can't we postpone it?

This lad needs a lot of work.

He's worried about becoming
a soldier.

I promised I would support him
when I can.

They say the same. What?

Your watch.. The carriage clock.
They say the same.

There's no point in looking
at them both. She's forgotten.

Mr Amanjit, there will be one
less place at the table tonight.

The hostess, alas,
will not be present.

Give me half an hour.

I'm sorry?

Those old bores from the Admiralty,

they won't know one woman
in a silk gown from another.

The Holland residence?

Excuse me a moment.

Who is it? It's Lady Agnes.
Calling from the coast.

I'll take it.

Persie, I may be a little late,
the roads are fogged in.

Can you ask Hallam if he can delay?

Hopefully I won't be too long.

The plans have changed.
What do you mean?

Hallam says you don't need
to be here.

There's still no word from Agnes?

I thought my role in life
was to be a hostess.

Now it seems I no longer
fulfil that function.

Don't be downhearted,

let's make a night of it.

The coastguard says the fog
is getting worse.

We can stay here at the hotel,
see if they have rooms.

If that's 'proper'.

There's no such word in my book.

Ciano's an aristocrat,
not a Fascist.

He thinks political power means
getting a good restaurant table.

The Pact Of Steel
is real though, surely?

Between them these countries
will drive a stake

through the heart of Europe.

I'm afraid I don't
share your concerns.

Italy is not a serious
military presence.

5,000 miles of coastline.

Hitler will use her as a gateway
to the Balkans. Even so...

The pact will make the war
spread southwards.

Libya. Egypt. But those countries
are not our concern.

We can't be expected
to plan our defences

based on what will happen
halfway around the world.

Let's confine ourselves
to European problems.

Mr Amanjit, what is your opinion?

How will the colonies
and India fare?

I'm not about to plan
British Foreign Policy

around what a servant thinks.

What Stanhope said was foolish.

The war could spill
into every continent.

It is not easy to bite your tongue
when you witness stupidity.

A butler hears nothing.

I don't understand.
How do you allow yourself

to be robbed of your opinions?

I am a servant, but before that,
I am a man.

Then you have no place downstairs.

♪ Love, who's your lady friend? ♪

♪ Who's the little girlie
by your side? ♪

♪ I've seen you
With a girl or two ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh,
I am surprised at you ♪

♪ Hello, hello
Stop your little game ♪

♪ Don't you think your ways
you ought to mend ♪

♪ That wasn't the girl
I saw you with at Brighton ♪

What are you doing? I'm taking you
home. But I thought that...

Agnes, please forgive me.
It was my mistake.

A woman's reputation is sacred,
certainly not for me to dally with.

You think Hallam's right,

our acquaintance has all been
a terrible mistake?

I hold you in too much regard to see
you throw your reputation away.

Mr Amanjit, I'm truly sorry for
the way you were treated tonight.

You owe me no apology,
Dr Mottershead.

We're both outsiders, you and I.

I suppose there is some comfort,
in knowing we are not alone.

Just look what two misfits
can achieve together.

Mr Amanjit...

you dropped something.

You missed the dinner.

I thought you didn't mind.

You weren't concerned
for my welfare.

Just concerned there was
a gap at your table tonight.

You're infatuated with him.

Don't be absurd. He's a friend.

Friend or not,
I forbid you to see him again.

What could you possibly
gain from this...

alliance?

He's the sort of man who
wouldn't forbid me anything.

He's a tradesman.
Agnes wouldn't seriously...

I don't believe anything has
actually happened between them.

It's just infatuation, I suppose.
I'm never there

and he seems to lead
her on one long adventure.

Is it simply an adventure?

What do you mean?

Dear chap, it's my duty
to say the things

you don't really want to hear.

Yours has been the perfect marriage.
It pains me to see cracks appearing.

You must reach out to her,

she's drifting away from you.

You're the second person to tell me
that in as many days.

Then it's time you started
to believe it.

Go and kiss
your children, goodnight

and ask yourself if your life
isn't very rich with Agnes.

I'll see you
for the boxing, tonight.

We need to hurry
if we're going to catch the bus.

Hold on one moment. I'm coming too.

I'm not missing this.

Mr Amanjit, shall we perhaps sit
together? Enjoy an evening, as men.

Now listen...

Ready?

Good luck tonight.

I didn't start with this
for Johnny, you know.

No...

I know.

Can you believe it?

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Mm...

Tonight, I'm the Pharaoh.

John, I have come to wish you luck.

That's very kind of you,
Your Royal Highness.

You're Holland's chap? Yes, sir.

Delighted to have you here.
We're all very excited.

Oh, do excuse us.

Proude?

Yes, sir.

There's quite a crowd out there,
to cheer you on.

All my house have come, sir.

Eunice, Beryl and Mr Pritchard

and, well, everyone.

You're quite the star.

With the Lords and Ladies too,
I'll bet.

Don't let them down.

I'll do my best to entertain them.

Will you?

Entertain?

Yes, of course, sir.

Some of the lads are quite obliging.

Glad to know you are too.

Johnny Proude.

Let's see you entertain, then.

You show me what you can do.

What are you doing?
You want to play a game?

Come on then, Johnny Proude.
You be the innocent boy.

What's going on?
You know what's going on?

Apparently I'm here
to put on a show.

Johnny, what's this about?

Your fight's on any moment.

Johnny!

What's he doing here?

Sir Hallam, Lady Agnes.
What a pleasure to see you.

Leave us alone, Landry.

You've done enough damage
to my family's reputation already.

Hallam, please.

You've been selling my wife.

You expect me to welcome you
as a friend when you've debased her.

You think Lady Agnes feels debased?

Maybe you don't know her
quite as well as you think.

For God's sake, stop it!

Is that what you had in mind all
along? A battle for your honour?

Relieve the boredom?

In my mind you were
acting like a gentleman,

not some jealous adolescent!

And don't follow!

Ladies and gentlemen!

For the next bout, the
British Amateur welterweight final.

To my left Micky Flanagan!

To my right his opponent...

His opponent, Harry Spargo!

What's he doing? Where's Johnny?

Right, lads,
come out fighting at the bell.

Go on, Micky!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Nine!

Ten!

The winner of the
British Amateur Welterweight final,

from 165 Eton Place,

Harold Spargo!

Go to sleep. Sleep now, darling.

Johnny, what happened to you?

There was a man at the Palace,
I hit him.

They're going to send
me back to Borstal.

What?

He offered me money.
To... do stuff.

One of those nancy boys, you know.

What's to smile about?

I think he'll want
to keep that quiet.

Come on.

Darling, I'm sorry.
It was my fault.

It was both our faults.

There's nothing more to be said.

Will that hurt?

What do you mean?

When I kiss you.

Hallam telephoned
one or two editors.

Managed to square things
with the papers.

Brawling in a public place,
not fitting.

Not 'proper'.

I can never see you again.

There are things that are dearer
to you. I know, I understand

and I admire you more than ever.

Goodbye, Agnes.

Goodbye, Caspar.

It's your fault.
You've encouraged her.

You won't admit to yourself
that she's changed.

Ever since you came
here my marriage has suffered.

How convenient
to have someone else to blame.

I'd be obliged if you would move
out as soon as possible.

Agnes not here?

She's gone to see Landry.

You insisted?

She's stronger than I am.

Of course it should
really be pink champagne

but as neither of us
are drinkers.

We should consider this
our last "hurrah" then.

Exactly so, Mrs Thackeray.

You're fearless, passionate...

The German Ambassador's
been crowing.

The Germans have ears everywhere.

We'll get ourselves visas
and passage on a boat,

and get as far away
from this as possible.

We couldn't do that. Why not?