All language subtitles for Upstairs.Downstairs.S4.E09_Another Year

Oh.

These blessed
Christmas decorations.

I can't dust properly
with all them bits of holly

and that everywhere.
Well, you can't take them down,

not till Twelfth Night.

It's unlucky.
Friday week you can.

Daisy,
I've got a letter for you.

Ooh!

Oh, give it here, Rose.

Come on!
Is it Eddie?

Oh, yes, it is.

Here, are you gonna leave your
dustpan and brush on the stairs?

Yes, I am, Rose.

Letter from Eddie, Mrs. Bridges.

Go on.
First one for three weeks.

What's he say?

No doubt
we'll be informed in due course.

Oh, he's coming home!
He's got leave!

What's today?!
December the 27th. Why?

"Leave boat sails early 31st."

New Year's Eve.
That's Sunday.

He'll be here Sunday night,
then.

Yes, with a bit of luck.
Daisy, what's the matter, girl?

Are you hurt?
Hurt, Mr. Hudson?

I heard you crying out
as if you were in pain.

She's had a letter from Edward.
He's gonna be here Sunday night.

Oh, that is good news, Daisy.

A fine start to the New Year,
eh?

He hasn't got hisself wounded,
has he?

Who, Mrs. Bridges?

Edward.
I thought I heard Daisy crying.

Well, she was,
but with joy and happiness.

Edward is coming home on leave
next Sunday, Mrs. Bridges.

Oh, well,
that's all right, then.

Oh, perhaps 1917 is gonna be a
bit better all 'round than 1916.

Let's hope so, anyhow.

He says he's been
in the thick of it

but he's all right
and hopes we're all in the pink.

"Poor Charlie, my pal as was
best man at the wedding..."

Charlie. Go on.
"...caught a packet

in his bum". Oh.

Oh, I say.

"But the M.O. sent him
to the CCS.

But he come back last week
fit for duty again,

but he can't sit down no more

and has to stand up
to eat his dinner."

Poor old Charlie, eh?

What else does he say?

"The food out here's that nasty.

When I get home, I'll look
forward to eating Mrs. Bridges."

Oh! Cheeky as ever.

Oh, sorry.
I didn't see the rest of it.

It's, "When I get home,
I'll look forward to eating

Mrs. Bridges'
steak-and-kidney pie."

That's more like it.

Any more?

That's all, just...

Rest a bit personal?

Yeah.
Quite right, Daisy.

Well, we've all got work to do.
Get on with your duties.

"Mrs. Charles Hamilton."

You'd better show her in,
Hudson.

Very good, madam.

Mrs. Hamilton, madam.

It is kind of you to receive me.
I...

Oh, my goodness.
I seem to have dropped a glove.

I wonder...
Let me.

Oh. Thank you.

Not at all.
How do you do?

How do you do?
I'm so sorry.

I came down from lnverness
on the night train,

and I'm... I'm still
not quite awake yet.

Do sit down.

Thank you.

It is difficult
to sleep well on a train.

Yes, isn't it?

Especially if one's berth
is over a wheel, which mine was.

Oh, anyway, I must explain
why I wanted to call on you.

Yes.

Actually, it's... it's your
husband I really wanted to see.

I need his help.

HAZEL: My husband's help?
Yes, I...

Well, I've traveled
down specially from Scotland

to see him.

I'm afraid my husband
is in France, in the trenches.

Oh, I...

I didn't know that.
B-But I thought...

He's commanding a machine-gun
company in the front line.

He's a soldier.

I expect the war
seems rather remote

and far away from lnverness.

It is a bit.

Oh, we never see a zeppelin
up there

or hear a gun.
No, you wouldn't.

Except on the grass moors,
of course.

I don't think you've mentioned
yet, Mrs. Hamilton,

in what way you feel
my husband can help you.

Oh, no.

Yes, well,
I've heard he's a very kind man,

and I-it's a scheme
I've become interested in.

Oh, actually,
We're a committee of navy wives.

HAZEL: Officers' wives?
Yes.

And we're trying to raise a fund
to collect money

for the children of naval
officers killed in action.

It's to help pay
their school fees.

So many naval officers leave
so little money, you know.

My husband is not particularly
Well off, Mrs. Hamilton.

And, as I told you,
he is in the army.

Much as I'm sure naval widows
do need money, I...

I just wonder
why you've come to us.

Yes, so do I.

I'm awfully sorry, but, you see,
I was under the impression that,

well, that he was something
to do with the navy.

Oh, dear. I wonder if I've been
given the wrong "Mr. Bellamy."

This is 165 Eaton Place,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

And it suddenly occurs to me

that it is my father-in-law you
want to see, Richard Bellamy.

Oh.

HAZEL: I'm married to his son,
James, who is in the army.

Oh, yes, oh, dear, of course.

My father-in-law
is Civil Lord of the Admiralty.

And my dear old father-in-law
looked up the address for me.

So much for fathers-in-law.

Do you think
yours will be in soon?

It depends on his work,

but he's lunching in,
so he should be here soon.

I am so anxious to see him.

Would you care to stay
for lunch?

Oh, no, that's awfully kind
of you, but...

well, I have lots to do
and various people to see.

I'm only in London for two days.

It was just to ask him to...
[ Door closes]

Well, there he is now.

MRS. HAMILTON:
Oh, good.

Well, if I may s-stay
and speak to him...

Of course you may.

Ah, Richard,
may I introduce Mrs. Hamilton,

who's called, hoping to see you?

How do you do?
How do you do?

I thought you were your son.

Wasn't it stupid of me?
Oh, indeed?

I've explained the family
situation to Mrs. Hamilton now,

and she has a request
to make to you.

I see.
Are you lunching with us?

Uh, well, um, no.

She has lots to do
and people to see.

Have you offered Mrs. Hamilton
some sherry?

No, I haven't. We...
We were rather too busy talking.

Do forgive me.
Would you care for some sherry?

Thank you.

Uh, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

So what is your request,
Mrs. Hamilton?

Well, I was telling your, uh,
your... your daughter-in-law

that a group of navy wives...
most of us live in Scotland...

well, we're trying to raise
a fund to...

Oh, thank you.

...a fund, uh, to educate
or, well, to help educate,

the children of naval and marine
officers killed in action.

Uh, I-is this connected
in any way

with the Naval and Marine
Orphans Home in Portsmouth?

No.
No, not at all.

Well, it's just an idea
some of us had,

and... and being chairman
of the committee,

I volunteered to come to London
to ask the Admiralty

to, well, to sponsor the scheme,
sort of give us its blessing...

...and perhaps provide
some money

to supplement
the privately raised funds.

I see.

I think Mrs. Hamilton hoped
you might be able to get

their scheme
official Admiralty backing

and provide lists
of deserving cases from...

From the records.
Yes.

RICHARD: We have a department
that deals with such matters.

I'll, uh, I'll write the details
down for you.

Oh.

How kind.
T-Thank you.

I think Mrs. Hamilton
was hoping...

RICHARD: I suggest
you put your request in writing

to the clerk concerned.

The request will be forwarded,
in due course,

to the Board of Admiralty
for their consideration.

That's the address to write to.

Thank you.

I will write at once.

There's nothing I could persuade
you to do, I suppose,

in the way
of speeding things up?

As Civil Lord.

Well, we have many requests
of this nature.

We can't give priority
to any one scheme.

No.

Well...

Allow me.

Thank you.

Before I return to Scotland
tomorrow night,

I will write to Mr. Price
and hope for the best.

Thank you very much
for your help, Mr. Bellamy.

It seems
such a long way to come.

All the way from lnverness
for just a scrap of paper.

Oh, that's all right.

I've called
on one or two relatives.

Oh, and my sister is taking me
to see "Chu Chin Chow."

Have you seen "Chu Chin Chow,"
Mr. Bellamy?

No, I haven't.

Would you show Mrs. Hamilton
out, please, Hudson?

Very good, madam.

Goodbye, and thank you very much
once more for being so kind.

Goodbye.

I do hope you achieve
what you want.

Education is very important.

Goodbye.

You've been very helpful.

Lunch won't be long.

I am not particularly hungry.

You weren't particularly kind
to that poor woman.

I was polite.

Irritated, perhaps.

I'm sick and tired
of these wretched women

endlessly pestering one
with requests for favours.

"Can you get my son
posted to another ship

when you speak to the First Lord
about my husband's leave?"

"Can you do something
about the food at Dartmouth?"

"Can you do this?"
"Can you do that?"

It's the price one pays,
I suppose,

for holding ministerial office.

Well, let's hope the clerk
you told her to write to

can help her.

Oh, if her case
is worthy of consideration,

something will be done.
Yes.

What's the matter, Richard?
Why do you ask?

You're not well-tempered today.

Carson!

What in God's name do they think
a criminal lawyer from Ulster

can possibly know
about naval affairs?

I believe Carson to be
a more able man than Balfour.

In wartime,
surely it is more important

to have an able First Lord
than an able foreign secretary.

I can't agree with you.
He's not able.

He's no idea how to deal
with these German U-boats.

Yet he won't approve
of the convoy system,

which every sailor
I've spoken to approves of.

Lloyd George
would do with some more

imaginative Liberals
in his government.

They won't come in. Asquith,
Montagu, Samuel... none of them.

Would you have preferred
Churchill again to Carson?

RICHARD:
Churchill? No.

What difference
would it have made, anyway?

Lloyd George
is a dictator without friends.

Still, if he can bring the war
to an end,

the best of Welsh luck to him.

Perhaps 1917
will see an end to it all.

I wish I could believe that.

You've got the blues, too,
haven't you?

[ Chuckles ]

Well, we must cheer up
and try and bear it all.

Pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag,

and smile, smile, smile.

I know it's not easy
with James out there

and the household problems.

I can bear it.

Oh, listen. I've got tickets
for the Masevich concert

tomorrow afternoon
at the Queen's Hall.

Why don't we go, you and I?
Richard!

I'll take the afternoon off.

Could you?
Yes.

Some good music might divert our
minds from this wretched war,

for a couple of hours
at any rate.

Oh, dear Richard,
what would I do without you?

[Chuckles softly]
I just want to see you smile.

I think
I'll have some more sherry.

It's funny, you know,

I'm so much more worried
about James this time.

You see, Richard,
on his last leave,

for all sorts of reasons,
I found a new respect for him

which makes me love him
so much more.

I really love him.

I'm glad.
That's as it should be.

After all, he is your husband.

Yes.

By special messenger, sir,
from 10 Downing Street.

From the Prime Minister's
principal private secretary.

Oh, good heavens.

What is it?
Richard.

I've been offered a peerage,

a viscountcy
in the New Year's honours.

How well deserved.

How right!

Oh, Richard,
I'm so happy for you!

Well, I-l...
It's wonderful news!

I have to agree to accept it,
you know.

Well, of course you will.

I've got Arthur Balfour
and Bonar Law to thank for this.

Will there be an answer, sir?

Is the messenger waiting?
No, sir.

Well, I'll send a note 'round
by hand later on.

I would be very pleased
to deliver your reply

to Downing Street personally,
sir, if you could spare me.

Certainly, Hudson.
Sir.

Hudson, this must remain
confidential

until New Year's Day.

Should I not inform the staff,
sir?

What do you think, Hazel?
I think they can be trusted.

Very well, Hudson. But it must
not be communicated to the press

or anyone
outside this household.

You must tell them that
downstairs.

Very good, my lord.

Oh, I-l think that had better
wait, just until New Year's Day.

Very good, sir.

[ Chuckles ]
[ Door closes]

[ Laughs ]
That's made his day.

It's rather made mine, too.
And mine.

Oh, now, I must get my hat on.

I'm due at the Red Cross
parcels place at 11:00.

Oh, Richard.

Richard, I'm so pleased for you,
so very pleased.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes]

HUDSON: Sir Geoffrey Dillon
is here, sir.

RICHARD:
Ah, Geoffrey.

Richard, my dear fellow.

I was passing your door

on my way to see a client
in Belgrave Square,

and I decided to drop in
and tell you

some excellent news.
Oh?

Something I heard last night
in the Carlton Club.

Just the usual sort of idle,
political gossip, I suppose?

You could call it that.
Well, do go on.

They're saying that you're
to be offered a viscountcy.

I have been.
Just now.

Well, there we are.

Congratulations, Richard.
Thank you, Geoffrey.

Well... Well, do sit down,
unless you're in a hurry.

No, I think I can spare a minute
for a new member of the peerage.

I've always been
something of a snob.

So, what title will you take?

Oh, good lord, man,
I've only just heard.

I haven't even accepted yet.

I'm not sure I want to accept
an honour from Lloyd George.

But, my dear fellow,
you must accept.

It's an honour
from the sovereign,

not the prime minister.

Now, about your title.

What's the name
of that village in Norfolk

Where your father was curate?
Upper Burnham Trenton.

No, no, that won't do.
Give me another village nearby.

Haversham, two miles away.

That will do very nicely.

Viscount Bellamy of Haversham.

Lady Southwold
will approve of that.

How do you know I'm going to
approve of your suggestion?

Because I am your legal advisor,
dear fellow.

You'll need me to guide you
through the heraldic channels

and into the ways
of the upper house.

Viscount Bellamy of Haversham.

It's a damn good title,
has style and dignity.

I wouldn't mind it myself.

Oh, you'll get your reward
in time, Geoffrey.

In fact I'm rather surprised

that Bonar Law didn't put you
on his list this time.

What me,
with Northcliffe as a client?

[ Chuckles ]
The King would never stomach it.

And talking of the King,

I'm told he's making Hague
a field marshal.

If that isn't a slap in the eye
for Lloyd George,

I don't know what is.

Well, I must be on my way.

Now, get that
letter of acceptance written

and take my advice
about your style.

"Viscount Bellamy of Haversham."
It'll sit well on you.

Yes, I think it will.

Well, Richard, old man,
you've done it.

You've served your country well,
and they've rewarded you for it.

This can bring only credit
and honour,

not only upon you,
but on your late wife's family,

and I mean that.

Well, I must stop making
speeches and get on my way.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?
Yes, Hudson?

It's the Admiralty for you, sir,
the First Lord's office.

RICHARD: Oh, yes,
put him through, will you?

One moment, sir, if you please.

It's Carson's office.

Offering his congratulations,
no doubt.

I suppose so.
Hello?

Oh, yes.
Yes, Harry.

Oh, I see.

When?

Is Is this something to do
with the New Year's honours?

What other matter?

Well, I've no idea
if you have...

Well, it's not very convenient.

I was going to a concert
this afternoon.

Now I shall have to cancel it,
won't I?

Very well, then, if he insists.

Three O'clock.

Thank you.

Well, as you probably gathered,
that wasn't Carson's office.

It was Harry Steel,
his private secretary.

What did he want?

Apparently,
Carson wants to see me

this afternoon at 3:00,
urgently.

I was taking Hazel to a concert.
She'll be bitterly disappointed.

Not having you on the carpet,
I hope, is he?

I have no idea.

What are you doing wrong?
Nothing, as far as I know.

I don't want to depress you,
Richard,

but, uh... a peerage is one way
of getting rid of a minister.

Now you've come to mention it,
yes, it is.

I was under the impression

that Carson was telephoning me
to offer his congratulations.

Now I'm not so sure.

I wonder why he didn't speak
to me personally.

Doesn't usually put
his secretary on the line...

not to me.

Do you think
it can really mean the sack?

Well, you'll know
this afternoon, won't you?

Yes, I will.

Well, don't ring. I-l can find
my own way to the front door.

Major, the honourable
James Bellamy, M.C.

"Honorable"?

Well...

Well, it sounds ever so noble.

You don't seem very pleased
about it, Mr. Hudson.

After all, it's not every day
the master gets made a lord.

In politics, Daisy, a peerage
may be less of an honour

than is sometimes supposed.

Well, I don't understand that.

ROSE: No.
What do you mean, Mr. Hudson?

To send a man to the upper house
to sit among the peers, Rose,

is traditionally one way

of removing him
from ministerial office

and the everyday affairs
of the House of Commons.

You mean to say they're making
Mr. Bellamy a lord

to get rid of him?
But they only just made him

Civilian what's-It in the
Admiralty only just last year.

What makes you think
he's getting turned off, then?

Turned off, Rose,
is not exactly the correct term

for the dismissal from office
of a minister of the crown.

Well, what makes you think
he's being given the elbow?

Rose.

I have my own private reasons
for surmising

that the master,
for one reason or another,

is not in Sir Edward Carson's
good books.

Who's in whose what?

Oh, it was nothing,
Mrs. Bridges.

Daisy,
fetch some more hot water.

Fill up the teapot
for Mrs. Bridges. Sharp now.

And no more conjecture, Rose.

Oh!
What about?

About the master's
elevation to the peerage.

Oh, that.

I shan't say nothing about that.

Richard...

That damn woman!
I'll strangle her.

What?
That... That woman

who came here yesterday about
some wretched education fund

for naval officers' children.

Mrs. Hamilton?
Yes.

The one
you were rather curt with?

Curt, yes.
Unhelpful it now seems.

HAZEL: Well, what do you mean?
I've just had

the most unpleasant 10 minutes
with Carson.

If you can believe such a thing
possible, that... that woman...

Mrs. Hamilton.
Yes, Mrs. Hamilton.

Apparently,
she met the First Lord

dining somewhere last night

only a few hours
after leaving this house,

told him she'd been to see me

and that I had been
most unhelpful and offhand.

And then went on
about her education fund to him.

Then that
was very sensible of her.

You did nothing for her

but give her the name of some
Admiralty clerk to write to.

I've got other rather
more important things to do,

thank you very much,
than listen to stupid,

scheming, pushing women.

Richard, she wasn't stupid.

She went over your head
to your superior.

I don't call that stupid.

Has she got what she wanted?
All I can tell you

is that Carson has asked me...
ordered me...

to take up the woman's case,
have it gone into,

and report to him personally
Within a week.

Good for her.
I think it's outrageous

and immoral
that such a matter should merit

the full attention of a minister
in the middle of a war.

The sea's infested by U-boats,
merchant shipping

going to the bottom every hour
of the day and night.

Who the hell
does he think she is?!

She must have appealed to him
somehow.

Yes, well I'll tell you
who she is, if it interests you.

It explains quite a lot.
Oh?

Steel told me as I was leaving.

Her father-in-law happens to be

the second cousin
of Admiral Beaty's.

So that's it.

Yes, and I object most strongly

that any woman can go behind
my back to Sir Edward Carson

and accuse me
of being unhelpful and offhand.

But, Richard, you were.
What?

Unhelpful and offhand.
Are you taking her part?

T-This creature who comes
barging in here and...

What is it, Hudson?

Mrs. Hamilton is here to see
you, sir, if you are available.

No, I am not.
Yes, you are.

You must be, Richard.

Be sensible.

Shall I show the lady in, madam?

You can't send her away.

Very well, Hudson.
Show her in, please.

My God, she's got a nerve.

Yes, she has.

Mrs. Hamilton.

Mr. Bellamy, you must forgive me
coming back so soon

just when you thought
you'd seen the last of me.

RICHARD: Not at all.
Mrs. Bellamy.

If you'll excuse me,
I'll, uh, go to my room

and write some letters while
you talk to my father-in-law.

Won't you sit down,
Mrs. Hamilton?

[ Door closes]
Thank you.

Well?

I've come to apologize.

Oh.

I was very distressed when
I left your house yesterday

and rather angry.

And I'm awfully sorry,
but, you see,

this education scheme
is terribly important to me.

Oh, well, not so much
for my own children.

Michael, my eldest, is
already serving as a midshipman

and my other two children's fees

are paid for
by their grandfather.

Oh, but there are
so many deserving cases.

I am well aware of the merits
of your scheme, Mrs. Hamilton.

Furthermore, I have been
instructed by the First Lord

to give you all the assistance
I can, which I will do.

But what I object to
most strongly

is your choosing
to go to Sir Edward Carson

behind my back and accuse me
of being unhelpful and offhand.

That is what I've come
to see you about, to apologize.

It was a wretched thing to do,

only I was so angry
and frustrated.

Well, you don't have to be now.

After all,
you got what you wanted.

Yes.

But it was an unfair way
of getting help.

I am deeply ashamed,
and I do ask you to forgive me.

Please, Mr. Bellamy.

Well...
there's nothing to forgive.

I shall [Clears throat]
look into your scheme

and report to my chief,
as directed.

That is kind.

The... The committee will be
so grateful when I tell them.

Who are the members
of your committee?

Oh, we're just a handful
of jolly navy widows,

all living more or less
'round lnverness.

Oh, but the scheme is to operate
throughout the service.

You are war widows?

Yes.
All of you?

Yes, that's right, all of us.

Hannah [indistinct] and I started it.

Her husband went down
in the Monmouth, with Charles.

Hannah and I became
great friends, and...

and we decided
that we wanted to do something

that our husbands
would have approved of,

a sort of memorial to them.

Well, I must go now.

I have to catch
the night train back.

It was just to say how sorry
I am to have made such a fuss.

Please try to understand
and... and forgive me.

Yes, of... of course.

I'll ring.

Oh, education, of course,
is, uh, very, very important.

And I'll give your scheme
my fullest attention,

I can assure you of that.
Thank you.

Perhaps
when you are next in London,

you would care to ring me
at the Admiralty

and I would be very pleased
to give you a report.

Oh, that is kind of you but
I shan't be coming south again

until Michael's ship docks
for boiler cleaning.

Then he gets some leave.

He wants to see
all the shows in London.

I'm sure he does.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Bellamy.

Goodbye.

[ Door closes]

[ Door opens ]

That was a short visit.

She only came to apologize.
What for?

Telling tales about me
to the First Lord.

That was very brave of her.

To tell tales?

To come and apologize.

Oh, it was the least
she could do.

I liked her.
Did you?

Yes.

Well, she's going back
to Scotland tonight.

So we shan't be troubled again,
thank God.

Do you really mean that?

Sorry we missed our concert
this afternoon.

Yes.

RICHARD: We must try and find
another one, next week.

Yes.

ROSE: There. I've made room
in the cupboard for him

ROSE: There. I've made room
in the cupboard for him

to hang up his things.

DAISY: Thanks.

And thanks for giving up
the room, Rose.

Oh, I'll probably sleep better
in Edward's room.

[ Whistle blows]
There's the whistle.

ROSE:
Well, go and answer it.

Yes?

Coming!

He's here, Rose!
He's here!

All right, all right, steady.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Whatcha, Daisy?
[ Laughs ]

Oh, well.

We'll go through
and have our tea, Edward.

Aye. Bring your cup through
when you're done, Edward.

ROSE:
Hello, Edward.

Have a good journey?

Um, y-yes, thanks, Rose.

Look, I-I'll see you all
in a tick, eh?

Mm.

You all right, then?

Yes, thanks.

[Chuckling ] Eddie,
I can't hardly believe it.

I-I've got
a whole fortnight off, I have.

Oh, we'll have to go out
and have some fun together, eh?

[Laughing] Eddie!

Tell me,
have you been a good girl?

Oh, what do you think?

I hear the master's
been made a lord.

That's right.

We're having a celebration
in the servants' hall tonight

to welcome in the New Year
and you being back on leave.

Mrs. Bridges
has baked a nice cake special,

and we're having
Mrs. Hall's housemaid in.

And do you remember Jack,
the odd-job man from 169?

He's coming.

So...

we'll make a nice party
and have some laughs, eh?

Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Bellamy's letting us
have some champagne.

Oh, that sounds all right.

Oh, Eddie.

Daisy...

Shall we go and have our tea
with the others, eh?

Yes, all right.

Oh, look, tomorrow I'll
have to go out to walthamstow

to see my folks.

Can you get the afternoon off?

Well, I'll have to ask
Mr. Hudson.

No, I'll ask him.

Yes, all right.

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

[ Laughter]

Oh, and you remember Herne Bay.

Ruby got a wasp in her bloomers,

and Mrs. Bridges fell in
and nearly drowned!

[ Laughter]

You may have thought
I was drowning, Rose!

What's the time?

Oh, uh...

It's seven minutes to midnight,
if my watch is correct.

DAISY: That late already?
Nearly 1917.

Oh, we mustn't mi...
[ Coughs ]

Oh, pardon me.

We mustn't miss
the New Year coming in.

[ Laughter]

Let me give you a drop more,
Mrs. Bridges.

Oh, dear, no. Now you'll
have me half seas over.

She is already!

Ladies and gentlemen, I want you
all to raise your glasses

to our returning hero, Edward.

ALL: Edward.
HUDSON: Welcome home, my boy.

Welcome home.

ROSE: Speech. Come on.
Mm. Come on, a wee speech.

[Banging]

Mr. Hudson, Mrs. Bridges,
Daisy...

Must be getting on for midnight.

Richard...
Mmhmm?

Would you think it very dull
of me if I went up to bed?

Aren't you going to see
the New Year in?

It's almost time.

It always makes me feel
rather sad.

I'd rather go up,
if you don't mind.

Good night, Richard.

And a happy New Year.

Good night, my dear.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes]

SERVANTS: # Mademoiselle from
Armentieres, parlez-vous? #

# Mademoiselle from Armentieres,
parlez-vous #

# Mademoiselle
from Armentieres #

# She hasn't been kissed
for 40 years #

# Hinky-dinky, parlez-vous #

[ Laughter]

Go and open a window, Daisy.
Let the New Year in.

HUDSON: Come on.
Fill up your glasses.

Funny not hearing Big Ben.

Shh, shh.
Quiet, everyone.

Just on the hour.

[Clock chiming]

A happy New Year, everyone!

Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, my dear.

[indistinct talking]

Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.

JACK:
[ Laughs ]

Happy New Year, Daisy, Edward.

Come on, quick, now.

[Banging]

[ Indistinct shouting, clatter]

'Happy New Year!
'Happy New Year!

HUDSON: Happy New Year, officer!
[ Laughs ]

[Clatter continues]

Happy New Year!

Eddie...

Eddie, are you all right?

Yeah.
Oh, it's nothing.

I've just got a bit
of a headache. That's all.

Well, shall I ask Mrs. Bridges
to get you a powder?

No, no, no.
I'm all right.

I'll... I'll just sit here
quietly for a bit.

Well, you go back downstairs.
They'll miss you. Go on.

Well, I don't want to leave you
here, not all on your own.

I'm all right.
I'll be back in a tick.

You go down for me, eh,
and tell 'em I'm coming.

All right, then.

Don't be long, eh?

[Servants singing
"Auld Lang Syne"]

EDWARD:
[ Crying ]

Edward?

Yes, sir?

Why aren't you downstairs
with the others?

I'm sorry, sir.

All right, Edward?

I found it just
a bit noisy downstairs, sir.

You see, they're... they're all
singing and cheering and that,

and I can't stand the din, sir.

Just got a bit of a headache,
sir. Excuse me.

You come down with me and sit
quietly in the morning room

for a bit.
No, sir. I'm quite all right.

No, you're not all right.
You come with me. Come on.

Go and sit there,
make yourself comfortable.

[ Door closes]

I'll get you a drink.

Would you like some whisky?

It might help, sir.
Thank you.

Mm.

Mrs. Bellamy's gone to bed.

She doesn't care much
for New Year's celebrations.

There.

We can have a quiet drink
together, eh?

Man to man.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, that's better.

RICHARD: Must feel very strange
back in this house again

Within a day or two
of being in the firing line.

It does, sir.

It's like waking up
from a nightmare.

It's like I was never there
at all, just imagined it.

But I didn't.

It's real.

I suppose you saw some, uh,
pretty fierce fighting.

All the time.

Especially October and November
on the Somme.

We had over 60 of our lads hit
in the first hour one day

going up over the top.

We was going to get back
some trenches

we'd been pushed out of
by the Fritzes.

They just chopped us up to
pieces with their machine guns.

My sergeant had both legs off
when we got to him.

And Charlie wallace...

...my pal, my best man...

[Voice breaking] He'd
just got back to duty, and...

...big, heavy shell burst
right beside him.

He was trying to out a gap
in the bosch wire.

He went right up in the air.

When the smoke cleared,
we saw him

hanging there on the wire...
with his arm off.

Just stop out there all night,
moaning.

Couldn't get to him.

They had his position covered.

So he just stopped out there
all night.

In the morning, at dawn,
at stand to,

we could still see him
hanging there, on the wire.

Only, he wasn't moaning no more.

He... He was a wag, was Charlie.

Oh, I've got to go to Barking

to see Charlie's family
and tell 'em.

Edward. Edward.

Sir?

Go tomorrow morning.

It'll be much appreciated.

[ Sniffles ]

Yes, sir.

Oh, I feel a lot better now,
sir. Thank you.

I-I think
I ought to get downstairs.

Otherwise Mr. Hudson'll
wonder where I am, and Daisy.

All right, Edward.

I'm sorry about that, sir.

Thank you for the whisky.

Oh, and, sir...

I am sorry. I forgot.
It... It's "my lord," isn't it?

Not until tomorrow morning,
Edward.

Go to the party.
Enjoy yourself.

Happy New Year.

And to you, sir.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes]

SERVANTS
# Keep the home fires burning #

# while your hearts
are yearning #

# Though your lads
are far away #

# They dream of home... #

Right, then.
Right, then.

What's all this noise
in this here barrack room?

It's very, very noisy.
I'll have you arrest.

I will, I will, I will.
[ Laughter]

Give us a New Year kiss.
HUDSON: Oh!

Right.
Let's all have a dance, eh?

Come on, all of you. Up, up.
ELIZABETH: # My old man... #

ALL: # Said follow the van #

# and don't dillydally
on the way #

# Off went the van
with me home packed in it #

# I followed on
with me old cock linnet #

# I dillied, I dallied,
I dallied, and I dillied #

# Lost me way
and don't know where to roam #

# You can't trust a copper
like an old-time special #

# when you can't find
your way home...#

[Singing fades]

[Explosions]

No!

I can't stand any more!

Oh!

James's colonel
sends his congratulations.

James's colonel
sends his congratulations.

Vic Buchanon.
Good.

F.E. Smith.
On?

Mr. Amery.
Oh, yes.

Lord Lansdowne.

[ Chuckles ]

There's a charming letter here
from old Coombes,

the agent at Southwold.

And one from Miss Pettifer.

She was Elizabeth's governess
for five years...

now aged 78,
living in Bridlington.

How kind people are.

Oh, Richard.
You've many friends.

This one's rather amusing.
May I read it?

Oh, yes, of course.

"Dear courteous commoner

Whose loss the lower house
can ill afford,

all's well old friend.

The upper house
has gained a civil lord."

George Curzon?
HAZEL: Yes.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon, my lord.

RICHARD: Oh, Geoffrey. So glad
you could spare the time.

A really happy New Year
to you both.

HAZEL:
Thank you, Sir Geoffrey.

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

Oh, please don't bow.

Well, what's today's problem?

Do sit down, Geoffrey.

In a word, it's Edward.

Edward Gray?

No.

Edward the footman.

Oh, dear. He's gone, has he?
No, no, no.

I heard he was at the front.
He's alive and in this house.

GEOFFREY:
Oh, home on leave, eh?

Yes, but in no fit state,
in my opinion,

to go back to the trenches.

Geoffrey, that boy
is badly shell-shocked,

nerves are in ribbons,

and I don't think
he's fit for overseas duty.

Well, I can't see how
that's your problem, Richard.

Surely, it's up
to his commanding officer

to send him back to the depot

or for a medical board
to discharge the fellow.

Well, the trouble is

that Edward's normally a very
cheerful creature, full of guts,

and not the type to let anyone
know how bad his nerves are.

So you'd like to get
your ex-footman invalided out?

Or seconded to light duties.

Well, that seems
a very modest use of power.

How?

Well, I'd like you to approach
your friend, General Nesfield,

at the war office.
Oh, I see.

You want to pull a string
with me

to pull a string
with Frank Nesfield

to get Edward
medically discharged.

That is the idea.

Well, in the words
of that dreadful popular song,

"Everybody's doing it."

What's his, uh,
surname and regiment?

Edward Barnes, Middlesex
regiment, 12th battalion.

Mrs. Bellamy says you're
just as much a wounded solider

as any of them on crutches
and that

because your mind's wounded
by the noise and fear.

The only difference
is that you have to have

special kind of treatment,

and that's why they've put you
in the hospital in Barnes.

Really?

I thought it
was 'cause my name was Barnes.

"Will all the Private Barneses
report

to the war casualty hospital,
Barnes?"

[ Chuckles ]
Silly.

Anyway, I'm proud of you.

The place is full of loonies,
Daise.

I want to see my pals again.

Well, not until
you're quite well.

Besides,
let some of them shirkers

take your place
in the trenches for a change.

Some of them conscripts
who didn't want to go.

Ow, my head's splitting.

I'd better get you back.
I promised matron.

Come on.

You are looking better today.

Well, I feel better.
It's... just these heads I get.

I know.

ROSE: They're gonna let you out
again next Saturday?

Yeah, well,
if I'm still making progress.

And he is 'cause he's sleeping
better, aren't you, Eddie?

I, uh, don't dream
of Jerry machine guns anymore.

I dream of Mr. Hudson.
[ Laughter]

Making progress, eh?
Bye-bye.

ROSE: Goodbye.
MRS. BRIDGES: Goodbye, Edward.

I used to dream...
well, imagine...

that Gregory'd come home wounded

and we'd walk in the park
together,

him in his
blue uniform and red tie.

I know, dear.

Still, who knows?

Edward might go on
having headaches and bad dreams

the rest of his life.

Least my Gregory's at peace.

Would it really be decisive?

I mean, is the American army big
enough to break the deadlock?

The psychological effect would
be enormous, in my opinion,

for Germany to find herself
at war with another great power,

unlimited financial resources,
a large navy,

men and materials...
a young, vigorous country.

What are the chances?
Have you heard anything?

If President wilson

would stop sending tiresome
protest notes to Berlin,

stick his neck out
and appeal to Congress,

I think they could be in
before the year's out.

George Curzon thinks so,
at any rate.

Thank you, Hudson.

HAZEL: There's to be a day of
prayer at St. Peter's on Sunday.

I shall pray that the Americans

will come in
as soon as possible.

[ Rumbling, explosions]
What was that?

All right, Hudson?
Yes, my lord.

Put the lights out.

[Rumbling continues]

HAZEL: Oh.

They must have brought
a zeppelin down somewhere.

That's a very big fire...
if it is a fire.

Could it be a-a thunderbolt?

No, no.
I-l don't think so.

It must be
down the river somewhere.

[Rumbling stops]

All right, Hudson.

Very good, my lord.

Oh, I-l spilled some sherry,
madam.

I'll get a cloth.

All right, Hudson.

[ Door closes]

Well, I suppose we shall read
all about it tomorrow

in the more sensational
newspapers.

Like The Times
or The Daily Mail.

[Knock on door]

[ Door opens ]

Madam.

Madam.

[ Breathes deeply]
Oh, madam.

I'm ever so sorry to wake you.
Rose.

Ruby's here, downstairs.

Ruby?

Well, where?

She's downstairs.

She's been in the most terrible
accident, madam.

God.
Is she hurt.

Oh, she's very badly shocked.

Think you ought to see her.

Well, yes, Rose, I'll come now.

Here's your dressing gown.

Oh, thank you, Rose.

[ Yawns ]

What's the time?

Oh, gone 3:00, madam.

I was on night shift, madam,
at far end of room

when suddenly there was
this great big roaring noise

and s-sommat hit me in back.

[Voice breaking ] well, I must
have fell on floor and fainted.

Suddenly, all I could hear
was screaming and people crying,

and the whole place was all
smoke and broken glass, and...

I could hear flames crackling,
and...

And, madam,
there were dead bodies on floor.

[ Crying ]
Lots of girls and older women.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bridges.
Ohh.

Ruby ran out
of the munitions factory

across the street
to her lodgings, my lord,

but there was nothing left
of the house.

We think she must have lost
all her possessions.

Except what she had with her...
coat, purse, and hat.

Ruby, how did you find your way
back here?

I caught last tram from
Silvertown to Vauxhall, sir.

Then I got out and walked.

Well, I-l couldn't think
of anywhere else to go.

Her home's in Bradford,
you see, madam.

Yes, I know, Mrs. Bridges.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bridges.

There, there.
You're all right now.

It'll be all right for her
to stop on here now,

won't it, madam?

I mean,
she's learned her lesson.

Lesson?
What lesson?

Not to go monkeying about
in factories and that.

Oh, no, never again.

I-I'd like to stop here, sir.
Yes, where you belong.

I, uh, I think
Mrs. Bridges hopes, madam,

that since Ruby has already made
a contribution

to the war outside,
she will now be allowed

to resume her duties
in this house as kitchen maid.

Of course she will,
if she wishes to.

I'd like to, madam.

I've missed them all,
a right lot, this house

and being here and...
Yes, very well then.

Let's get Ruby upstairs,
Washed, and into bed.

Then we can all get some sleep.
Well, you'll see to her, then,

Mrs. Bridges?
Yes. Yes, I will, madam.

You're quite safe now, Ruby.

Yes, Mrs. Bridges.
Well, that's that, then.

I will notify them first thing
in the morning, my lord,

at the police station
and the munition works

that Ruby is safe and with us.

Otherwise, she'll be unaccounted
for and presumed killed.

Absolutely, Hudson.

I always knew you'd make
a first-class policeman.

Thank you, my lord.

Ooh, perhaps Mrs. Bridges
will make some tea for you all.

Oh, yes, I will, madam.
HAZEL: Good night.

Good night, madam.
Good night, sir.

HUDSON: Good night, my lord.
Madam, would you like me

to bring up for you and his
lordship some nice, hot milk?

Oh, that would be lovely.
Thank you, Rose.

RICHARD:
Good night.

Well, now, upstairs and straight
to bed with you, my girl.

Daisy'll get you
some clean sheets

and scrub all that muck
off your face.

Off you go.
DAISY: Come on, Ruby.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh!
I'm gonna get the kettle on.

Poor wee girl.

She was lucky to escape
with her life.

Thank you, Hudson.
Good night.

Good night, my lord.
Madam.

Night.

[ Door closes]

Do you know, Richard, that when
I first came into this house,

with my typewriter
on that March day in 1912...

just four and a half
years ago...

...I thought there was
just one family living here,

the Bellamy family,

and that down below
in the bowels of the house

was a collection of slaves,

men and women, all working away

like they do
in mills and factories?

But I was wrong.

There are two families
living in this house.

There's us, the Bellamys.

Mm-hmm.

And then there's
the family downstairs

with Father Hudson,
Mother Bridges,

and their son, Edward,

who's in the army now and...
and so proud of him we are.

Then there's
the eldest daughter, Rose,

who lost her young man
at the front...

...and the two
youngest daughters.

No.
One's a daughter-in-law...

Daisy, married to Edward,
who lives with her in-laws.

Yes.

Then Ruby, the youngest.

Rather simple child.

[Sighs]

Perhaps one day we'll all be
one big family, not two.

I think we are now,
in one sense.

As for the future,
I have my doubts.

But, then,
tomorrow's a long way off.

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