All language subtitles for Berkeley Square 08 BBC 1998

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Still here, Lydia?

I thought I made myself clear.

It's you or your father's farm.

Seems like a big sacrifice just to stay
in Berkeley Square.

Nanny, we're late.

Lydia.
Morning.

Is it?

No need to bite my head off.

Lydia?
You've been crying?

It was all going so well.

Dropping lending, nice
clean uniform, good wage.

They haven't dismissed you.

Maybe I'm not cut out to be a nanny.

This is about a certain
young gentleman, isn't it?

I'm gonna hand in my notice.

I've decided.
I've got to go home.

You're a very good nanny.

Ask Nanny Collins.
She thinks the world of you.

She'll be on your side, you'll see.

You want to keep your position, don't ya?

Of course I do.

Well then, what have you got to lose?

Nanny?
It's nine o'clock.

Alright.
I'll give it a try.

Good morning, Nanny.
Good morning.

There's no point hanging out the washing.

They'll be here before you know it.

The new sewage pipes.

You never read your notice, did you?

Morning, Ivy.

Morning.
Morning.

How's the boy?

He keeps being sick.

Still in a state about death, is it?

He thinks he's going straight to hell.

And Nanny?

What does she think?

She thinks that sometimes people
do wrong things but they don't mean to.

Gotta go.
The Lord and Master calls.

About time.

Sorry, Sir.
Got held up in the kitchen.

The housemaid found this.

In the hall.
In the hall?

On the floor.

Good God.

Lucky she throrough with a mop, sir.

Yes.
Thank You, Edward

Looks valuable, Sir.

Yes, it is.

Not my house!

I didn't get your notice.
No notice. No work.

You go and dig somewhere else.

You'll have to take up
with the Town hall, love.

This is private...
This is private property.

She's got all her washing out.

You have to take it in, won't she?

Alright boys.

Why don't you go out, Mrs. B?

Come back when it's all over.

It's not so upsetting if you don't actually
see them doing it.

What about that friend of yours?

What friend of mine?

The one with the baby?

You go up Berkeley Square for a
couple of hours, it'll be done by then.

Tom, it was an accident.

Father hates me.

Nonsense.

I shot him.

And you're sorry, aren't you?

He's your father.

He'll forgive ya.
He loves you.

Come in.

Five minutes and it will all be over.
You'll do all that worrying for nothing.

Please give this to Beatriz,
would you Edward?

Nanny and Master Tom are waiting
outside to speak to you, Sir.

Now is not convenient.

Tell Nanny I will decide
when to speak to Tom.

Really, Arnold, you're being
a little overdramatic.

I dropped it, it's been found. Is there
really any cause for an inquisition?

You lose a precious bracelet given
to mark our anniversary

and you don't even notice it's missing?

I refuse to listen to this.

As if the last few weeks
haven't been difficult enough.

Mama?
Not now, Tom!

Hey. I know.
Shall we go fetch Harriett together?

No.

You can come with me and help me
polish my best boots.

Tom?

Probably best to leave him
on his own for a while.

I'll have to.

I've got to go fetch Harriett.

You want me go after him?

No, you're right.

Let him be.

You gonna let me be, as well?

Ned, I can't talk now.
Harriet's waiting.

I could meet you.
Please.

I'll be in the square with Harriett
by the flower garden.

Hello.
Hello.

Have you got a moment?

Not really.
I've got to take Harriett back for a lunch.

I'm not ashamed, Maddy.

I love my baby.

I haven't set eyes on this book for years.

Nanny Collins, can I ask you something?

Mm-hmm.

If you was young and if a young man...

if a certain young man...

Spit it out, Lydia.

If I was to tell you that someone...

that he was like, making advances...

It's Lord Hugh.

Master Hugh?

Oh, I don't think so.

You're misunderstanding
his Lordships position, Lydia.

Master Hugh is a friendly young man.
He always was.

I'm not talking about friendly.

Oh, you young girls. You tell each
other too many silly stories.

I loved William, Maddy.
And he loved me.

Yeah.

I still don't see how you could...
You know.

When you feel like that. When you can't
breathe for thinking of someone.

When they touch you and you go weak.
You can't resist.

You don't want to resist.

No.

The rest of the world just fades away.

All thoughts of decency and
proper behavior.

The right and Christian thing to do.

It all just goes.

I wanted to save myself
for my wedding night,

just like you, just like every girl.

But there wasn't gonna be a
wedding night, was there?

No.

Not you and a Viscount.

Not a Viscount to me.

Just the man I wanted to be with.

The father of my baby.

I'm so sorry, Hannah.

It must have been so awful for you
when he...when he died.

I just want you to understand...

when you love someone
and you have their child,

and that child is in danger,
nothing else matters.

All that matters is protecting your baby.

How can I make you understand?

You don't have to.

You're my friend and you did
what you thought was best.

And I should stand by you.

Thank you.

Ned's hear to fetch us.

I'll go and get my coat.

Handsome chap.

Not surprising, he's so
popular with the ladies.

I don't think he's like that.

I saw the man canoodling
only the other day.

He doesn't canoodle.

Ask him about the girl hanging
off his arm a few days ago, now.

Now they were canoodling, alright.

In Mount Street.
Broad daylight.

Ned, I knew it was you.
Ah ha.

My favorite lady.
It's my lucky day.

I'm too young to be your favorite lady.

And anyway, my mother says
I've got to marry a Prince.

Or a Lord at the very least.

You in a rush?

Come on, Harriett.
Lunch time.

Maddy?

Run onto the next gate.

So, it's me today, is it?

It's you everyday.

That's not what I hear.

A girl hanging off your arm
in Mount Street, that's what I hear.

You're gonna deny it?

I can't deny it.

But I want to explain it.
No.

You'll be like when you explained
the other thing.

What you did.

I don't want to hear anything
else because you made me believe you.

And now I don't know where I am.

Come in

Ah, Lydia.
Is this about the letter?

Sir?

The letter home.
I said I'd help you, didn't I?

The thing is...

Well, now's as good a time as any.

Thing is... I want to hand in my notice,

so there's some no point
in the letter, is there?

I see.

Is it because you're homesick?

No, Mr. Fowler,
it's something else entirely.

I'll be going in the morning if
that's agreeable.

Lydia.

I best be getting back.

Good morning, sir.

A little patch of concrete, manhole
cover in the corner,

it will be like it never happened.

Well, there was nothing wrong
with them old pipes.

Oy, Bill.

What is it?

Look, Nanny.
Cousin Isabelle.

You've not been to visit us for a
long time, has she, Nanny?

I'm sorry, Bertie.

I've neglected you.

I'm sure Miss Isabelle's been
very busy, Bertie.

Indeed. All these end-of-season
parties and entertaining.

Captain Mason is coming for tea.

Isabelle, will you play with me?

Since Nanny seems to prefer to gaze
at baby Charles

instead of offering me helpful advice,
I think I might.

What kind of advice are you
after, Miss Isabelle?

For once in this desperately dull season,
tea could be exciting.

Or it would be were it not
for an elderly person

with the determination to do things
by the book.

Ah.

You can't help me, Hannah, I suppose.

A drop of arsenic in someone's teacup.

Rat poison in the scones.

If this were a novel,
there'd be a brilliant solution.

Well, I was thinking of something a
little less drastic.

I was thinking of a certain person's
taste for an aperitif before dining.

I'm not sure I catch your drift.

Madeira?

It's an island near Spain.
(unknown) said it was a drink?

Precisely.

A rather powerful drink if partaken
enthusiastically or so I'm told.

Well?

I want to offer my
sincerest apologies, Father.

About the incident in Devon.

Come.

The shooting party business,

you were quite right.

I had no business changing the
St. John's boys cartridges.

A most stupid and thoughtless act.

Thank you, Fowler.
If you'll move those papers on table now.

I behaved like a complete ass

We put the matter behind us, now Hugh.
We'll say no more about it

Thank you.

Anything I can help you with?

Oh, just the usual problems
with the estate.

Trying to close the gap between
income and expenditure.

Ah, well, I've been having some thoughts
about that.

May I?

By all means.

Fowler, you'd better bring another cup.

Yes, my Lord.

What you've told me, you had no need to
learn the dull details of estate management.

It seems I've been wrong on more
than one count recently.

I've been looking at the figures
for the Weston farm. Have you?

Remember all that grain we lost last year?

Well it struck me that if you close that
particular farm down

and converted the buildings into barns,

you could use them to store the grain
from the West fields.

And what do you propose we do
with the Weston family?

With respect father, that's their affair,
not ours.

"And in that precious moment, Florence knew
her life would be changed forever".

You and Nanny getting on all right?

I suppose so.

About about Ned?

What you mean?

Ned and Nanny, they getting on alright?

Where you going?
Out.

His nibs is lying down resting his wound,
said he don't want to be disturbed.

So what's keeping me here?

"He held her in his arms and murmured to her
that he had been desperate for this moment"

Excuse me, Cook.
Pringle, where's Tom?

Dunno. I'm not in the nursery.

I know that.
What, you haven't seen him at all?

Always into something about something.

I should know.

Well, if he comes down to the kitchen,
please let me know, Mrs. McCluskey.

"...and from that moment,
he would never leave her side".

Nanny, I want you to talk to you.

Get things straight about Ned.

You needn't worry.

Tom's gone missing and pretty soon I'm
gonna have to tell his mother and father.

You think I'm bothered about Ned?

He's not a murderer.

Who he really is, what he did, why,
I just don't care, alright?

Nanny, can you help?

My aunt has rather a severe headache.

I confess I didn't feel someone giddy.

Perhaps the Madeira was off.

You just take her other arm.

Must have sat too close to the fire.

You really must lie down, Aunt.
It's really the best thing for a headache.

I'll call for some powders.

But Captain Mason is coming to tea.

A quiet doze and a darkened room and
you'll feel a hundred times better.

Isn't that right, Nanny.

The boy is absolutely set on
humiliating me yet again.

He was anxious about facing you, sir.

Running away never solved anything.

Three is too tiresome.

I'll take a turn on the
square see if he's outside.

The boy is out of control.
There's no question.

Bring him to me the moment you find him.

There you are.
You seen that boy in your travels?

Boy?

What's going on?

Tom.

We can't find him.

I've searched the whole of the nursery
floor again. His blanket is missing.

That's it, then.
He's run away.

Time to call in the police.

We don't want to do that.

Why not?
.

It's all my fault.

I told him his father would forgive him.
I told him it would all be alright.

I think I know where he might be.

Where?

I'll show you.

Just tell me

Look do you want to find him or not?

Captain Mason.

Mrs. St. John.

What a pleasant surprise.

You haven't seen my son, have you?

He seems to gone wandering off.

What are you doing here?

I'm visiting someone.

I see.

Victoria.
Might I ask who you're visiting?

Mrs. Saunders.
You know her?

Yes, Captain Mason.
Of course I do.

And I know her niece, Miss Hutchinson.

Look, Victoria, you're married to St. John.

And me, well, I shall have to
find a wife someday, shant I?

A wife...

In name only, my sweet.

What we had, nothing can replace that.
Nothing.

I'm must go.
Charmed to have met you, Mrs. St. John.

And looking so beautiful.

I should keep an eye out
for young Tom.

Have a pleasant afternoon.

You sure about this?

Well, there's nowhere left to look,
is there?

Besides, he's been up here before.

Watch your head.

Well, I don't see him.

This way.

Tom.

Tom.

Here he is.

Captain Mason, how very punctual you are.

The anticipation of a pleasant
afternoon, Miss Hutchinson.

Not quite as pleasant as you might
have hoped, I'm afraid.

My great-Aunt will be
unable to join us for tea.

I'm very sorry to hear it.

She suffers from headaches.

In which case, it's doubly good of
you to entertain me alone.

Most trying for you.

Do sit down, Captain Mason.

I wonder given the unusual
nature of our meeting

if we might not be a little
courageous this afternoon

and dispense with certain formalities,
Miss Hutchinson?

How very daring, Captain Mason.

What exactly did you have in mind?

Well, I thought we might start by
you calling me Harry.

This is silly.
You can't stay up here all day.

Why don't we all go back downstairs?

Cook's made gingerbread men.

Come on, Tom.
The longer you stay up here, the more...

I was scared of me old man too.

He was, uh, a bit quick with the belt.

He beat you?

One time, he hit me so hard,
I passed out clean.

Cracked me head in the kitchen table.

Thing is, I always knew when
a beating was coming.

Cause I knew the exact moment he was
gonna undo that buckle and take a swing.

What about you?

Me?

How do you know when your dad's
gonna take a strap to you?

He doesn't?

Doesn't?
What, never?

So, what's gonna happen you're down
there when you face your father?

What's he gonna do?

Tell me off.

Shout at me.

And that's it?

Is that right, Nanny?

Yeah, of course it is.

When he's telling you off,

you've just remembered me
and that belt, aye?

You know what they say,
Sticks and stones.

Come on.

Very nice of you to invite me, Mr. Fowler.

The cake's delicious.
Please pass on my compliments to cook.

And how his young Master Ivo?

The new teeth are coming through and...

but, but I am not too troubled. Lydia's
dealing with the nights.

It's a pitty then that she's
decided to leave.

I beg your pardon.

She came to me this morning.

Said she's unhappy. I thought you
might be able to shed some light.

If you're meaning that I'm the culprit,
Mr. Fowler,

I can safely say that Lydia and I
have ironed out our differences.

A young man, then.

Bearing in mind the conversation we had
some weeks ago, Mrs. Collins.

Master Hugh probably smiled
at her once too often.

You know what these young girls are like.

She did say something to me
this morning. I'd...

I told her not to be so silly.

You think she's making it up?

I suppose I could have a
word with Master Hugh.

Tell him she' an impressionable young girl
and he shouldn't encourage her.

What if I told you that
Master Hugh is taking a less than

healthy interest in the entire Weston family?

Above and beyond the
duties of Lord of the manor?

Less than healthy?

An interest that involves evicting
Lydia's family from their farm in Devon.

Would you still think this was
all in her imagination?

I always think the way one pours
tea says so much about a person.

In what way?

well if I were to tell you before
you'd finished the procedure,

you might adjust your actions accordingly.

How utterly terrifying.

So here I am innocently pouring tea

and you're assessing my character on
the basis of the way I hold the teapot.

Here, take this before I reveal
something alarming.

There is nothing you could reveal to me

that would not confirm my opinion of you
as the most charming girl I've ever met.

Captain Mason. Ah.
Harry.

The most charming, the most beautiful,
the most delightful...

Harry.

Yes, let's not waste this opportunity
with misunderstanding.

This ring was my mother's.

I've carried it with me since her death.

Now, I'd like you to do me the
very great honour of wearing it.

Harry.

And to do me the even greater honor of
consenting to be my wife.

Isabelle?

It fits.

Stand up straight, look him right
in the eye, and say Sorry like a gentlemen.

And he'll be angry and that's all.

That's all. I promise.

Come.

Where is he now?

Seeing his father.

Thank God he wasn't kidnapped.

We'd have police all over the house.

That's the last thing we needed.

Yes, Pringle.

I've come to fetch the the gingerbread men
for your madam.

So...

do you have any explanation
for your behavior today

or for my injury?

Am I to hear any kind of apology?

I'm very sorry, Father.

I accept your apology.

It only remains for me to tell you
to pack your bags at once.

You're going to school, Tom.

To the prep school at Tad Muir Hall.

Your father's already spoken
to his old House Master

and he's agreed to take you a year early.

Since Nanny seems unable to control you,

we feel you need the discipline of school.

The company of other boys.
Teach you to be honorable.

You'll catch the train first thing tomorrow

and use the journey to reflect on
the proper way to behave.

Very well, Tom.

You may go.

You said it would be alright.

So, Lydia is homesick, or unhappy.
Call it what you will.

She's very low, sir.

She handed in her notice this morning.

I see. And you think I may be able to help.

Well, forgive me, but I rather feel this
is the province of my wife.

I'm afraid it's connected
with another person.

Another person.

Yes, sir.

A relative?

No, sir.

Good Lord, is this a guessing game.
We'll be here all afternoon at this rate.

The person involved is connected with you,
Master George.

Connec...
Connected.

Yes, sir.

Now, let us be completely clear about this.

It's Master Hugh, sir.

Yes, I see.

Well, you haven't drunk your tea, Nanny.

The girl has promise.

And baby Ivo has taken to her very keenly.

Leave it with me, Nanny,

and consider the matter dealt with.

I'm so disappointed in him, sir.

Of course you are, Nanny.

Of course you are.

Thank you, Edward.

Anything interesting?

It's a dinner invitation
from the Mansfield's.

You won't go, of course.
I'll write a note.

I'm sure I'll be able to manage.

I'm sorry, Arnold, but I have no intention
of going to the Mansfield's.

I can't help thinking it might be time
to get out and about.

See people, get back into
the swing of things.

Victoria, I know we've dealt with Tom
but I've been thinking.

You think I was too harsh.

But perhaps we should have another word
with him. Go up after tea...

Victoria.

Harry, you should be ashamed.

Ashamed?
Kissing my own fiance?

Shhhh

Why?
I want to shout it from the rooftops.

All in good time.

Mrs. B.

All these steps...and with my knees.

What are you doing here?

You've got to pack your bags now.
Get out of this place.

Why?

They know about the baby.

Billy still got this dimple
every time he smiles.

What do you want, Flory?

Should I do that bit
of washing, Nanny?

Later.

As you can see I have a visitor.
So please go downstairs for half an hour.

Thank you.

Yes, miss.

His name's Charlie.

Very smart.

You've got your own servant now.

She's not my servant, Mrs. B.

Can I hold him?

Just for a moment?

How did they know?
You said you take care of it.

A bit close to home, is all.

You said it'd be all right.

Stupid girl.

I buried the baby in my backyard.

They are digging there now.

Father,

Fowler said you
wanted to see me?

What in God's name have you been up to
with the Weston girl, Hugh?

The Weston girl?

Lydia.

Absolutely nothing.
Why on earth do you ask?

Hugh, this is a time for honesty.

Father, I swear to you...

No, above all, Hugh, do not swear.

But I have heard a report from a
completely reliable source

that something is amiss.

That the problem resides in the nursery

and that the cause of the problem is you.

I've never heard of such a...

As I'm concerned, these facts are
not up for debate.

What I want from you,
for once in your life,

is an honest admission of guilt.

Well, I'm waiting.

Most certainly not.

How dare you take the word of some
skivvy against that of your own son.

This time you will not hide behind
your injured pride.

Let go of my arm.

To feign an interest in Causton affairs,

to attempt to evict one of my tenants,

because his daughter refuses to
succumb to your attentions...

I said let go.

I'm ashamed, deeply ashamed.

You are not brought up to be a coward
and a seducer.

Now listen to me, Father...

No, you listen to me.

I want you to promise me that you will
never set one foot in the nursery again.

I want your word as a gentleman,
if you are a gentlemen.

That I shall never have to speak
of this matter again.

Father.
Your word, Hugh.

You'd take the word of some disturbed
and pathetic creature...

This is your last chance.

Very well. Say it.
Father. Say it!

Very well.
I give you my word.

Thank you.
You may go.

I can't leave.

You don't have a choice. That women next
door, she knows all about you.

Well, I can't leave without Billy.

So you'd take him.

Alright, no fancy clothes like here.

But he'll be happy, he'll
be with his mother.

The backyard, Mrs. Bronowski.

I thought it was...safe.

But if I run away with Billy...

They'll think you kidnapped their baby.

So, I'll have to go back then.

Make it alright.

It won't be so difficult on us.

I'll go with you.
No, no. He wants his mother.

It will be all right.

You have a baby to think of.

You don't think I'll leave you
to face this alone.

No, I can take...

It sounds like
Do you have any medicine?

Yeah, in the bedroom.

Surprised you, did?

It's evidently a day for surprises.

Sir?

I was rather surprised just now when I
was reprimanded for bothering you.

I didn't think of you as a tattletale.

Sir, I'll be on my way tomorrow.

If you could see your way to
leaving my family alone...

After the trouble you got me into?

Why should I perform any favours for you?

Perhaps you'd rather
perform a favor for me?

I'd be obliged if you left Lydia
alone to do her work.

She has neither the time nor the
inclination to talk to

every Tom, Dick or Harry
who wants to bother her.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly.

You always did understand me, Master Hugh.

We'll say good night, then.

Must get on.

Suffice it to say there are people here
who think more of you than you'd credit.

so we'll have no more talk of leaving.
Nanny Collins?

All those curtains closed?

Go around and do them them all again,
properly this time.

Then you have to go to school anyway, Tom.

Might as well be now as in a year.

And you need some discipline.

Today's performance only
underlined that fact.

Regard school as an adventure and
you'll survive it well enough.

A couple of terms under Mr. Hedge and
you'll have forgotten all about home.

Certainly worked for me.

will see you through.

School's not so bad.

A bit lonely at first, but...

Now, will you shake hands with your father?

It's not so bad, young Tom.

October the 12th, 1902.

Dear Mother and Father,

I am writing to you with the help of
Mr. Fowler, the butler,

to let you know that I am
keeping very well.

The weather has been fine for
the time of year

and autumn is not yet upon us.

...autumn is not yet upon us.

Tomorrow, I shall walk in the
park with baby Ivo.

Victoria, is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.
I simply wanted some help with this.

Don't see how...

I just wanted you to make sure
that the clasp was secure.

Seems safe enough to me.

Good.

I should hate lose it again.

Shall we go to dinner?

I thought I might find you up here.

Careful

Just go away, will ya?

Looks nice like that.

Looks a mess.

Everything's a mess.

Tom's being sent away and it's my fault.

Maddy.

I came up here for a bit
of peace and quiet.

You go over the edge and it's
eternal peace you'll get.

And if that happen,
I don't know what I'd do.

Well, what do I say if
Miss Isabel comes in?

Oh, I don't know. Anything.

Look, I've got to go.
I'll be too late.

Hannah?

I was in no danger of falling.

That's what I would have said, see.

No danger of falling, me,

because the thought would hurt.
Would you stop it?

Go away.

No.

Don't do this to
me, Ned, please.

What?
Catch you unawares?

Look at you when you're not being Nanny?

What you show me is what you
want me to see.

So kindly allow me the same.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's not difficult.

You show me the Ned you want me to see.

You're not what you seem, are you?

Ned McCluskey.
I don't know who he is.

Do you think he's a killer?

No.

What then?

How should I know who you are?

Since you never explain anything.

You may tell other women your secrets.
I haven't had that honor.

Ah, so that's what this is about.

Yes, that's what it's about.

Now do what you please but don't
expect me to trust you ever again.

Tell you what.

I'll go on believing in you.

What?

You don't have to return the favor.

Alright, I took another woman out like
I've done since I was fifteen.

You don't talk, not proper talking.

You have a drink, a laugh, easy.

But suddenly everything you always
had ain't good enough.

Because you're seeing something else

and nothing can ever be the same again.

I love you

and that's scaring me.

It's alot scarier than being seen
with your hair down.

Please come down from there.

You can do what you like now.

Go to the police.

I won't go to the police.

No, why not?

Please, just come down from there.

Not until you tell me why not.

Because I love you.

Say it louder

and smile when you say it.

Because I love you, alright?

Come on.
Come have a look.

You can see half way across London.

You'll be alright. I'll hold you.

I love you too.

Cabbie!

Oh, there you are.

Didn't you hear the bell?
You're wanted upstairs.

Miss Harriett was looking for you.

I was just on my way.

Here.

Your trunk's packed.

Did you want to take that book with
you to read on the train?

I'll miss you.

Tom, I'm sorry if you think
I let you down today.

Do I get a kiss?

I'll see you in the morning then.

Put this in the bed, should I?

You should make the most of it.
There's no warm sheets were you're going.

She didn't think of that.

If you mean Nanny, I don't want her
mentioned in this room.

Quite right, too. You up here with your
troubles and her down there.

Her down there, what?

Never you mind.

You don't like Nanny, do you?

Neither do I.

I know a thing or two that might put a
spanner in the works of our ladyship.

What kind of thing?

Never you mind.

I like you, though.
And Cook.

And Ned.

I know a thing or two about him, I know.

You mean, about his hiding in the
storeroom before he was our footman?

He told me that was a secret.

Hiding?

You won't tell anyone, will you?

I promised on my honor.

I won't tell you anything else.

And if anyone asks, I'll say you made it up.

Right then.

Not a word.

Mrs. Bronowski