All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S02E06 The Property of a Lady WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

[stately orchestral music]

[car engine rumbling]

- Excuse me, would this
be Lady Bellamy's house?

- Who would it be please?

Oh, Mr. Hudson, gentleman
wanting something.

- Yes?

- Is this Lady Bellamy's house?

- Mr. Richard and Lady
Marjorie Bellamy reside here.

What is your business please?

- Well I do want a
few private words

with her Ladyship, if you'd
be so good as to inform her.

- Is her Ladyship expecting you?

- No, no, she'll not be
expecting me, no.

Is she home?

- Have you an appointment?

- I have not, no, but
she'll be glad I came.

- Oh, will she?

And what is the nature
of your business?

- Well my name is
Michael Dooley,

late of the Indian Army,
invalidated, I was,

bad stomach.

- Her Ladyship has her
own arrangements

for contributing to
Army charities.

Queen Alexandra's Home of--

- Well just you tell
her Ladyship

that I was right through
the Northwest Frontier

with a friend of hers--

- Yes, well we've heard
that one before, Mr. Dooley,

there is a notice in
the area and gate

if you couldn't read it.

It says no circulars.

Get out, get away with you.

[door slamming]

Rose, I thought I
told you to keep

the front door shut
in the mornings.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson.

What was it, beggar?

- One of those unwashed
Irish vagrants

claiming to be an old soldier.

Time they were cleared
off the streets by law.

- Good morning, Rose.

- Good morning, my Lady.

- Morning, Sarah.

I do hope you're feeling
a little better.

- Oh yes, much better,
thank you, my Lady.

- You musn't try
and do too much.

Aren't those lovely?

How beautifully you've
arranged them.

-[Sarah] Thank you, my Lady.

I was wondering, would you
like me to put some carnations

in the motorcar?

- Now what a good idea,
yes by all means, do.

Would you tell Watkins
that I'll need the car

punctually at half past two?

- Yes, my Lady.

- Flowers in the motorcar,
whatever next?

- Oh it gives a welcome
touch of summer.

- Gives a welcome chance
to visit Mr. Watkins,

I wouldn't wonder.

- Oh Rose, you got some very
peculiar ideas at times.

- You're going out to the muse,
you can do something for me.

-[Sarah] Yes, of course.

- Get the undermechassis
from the back of the car,

I want to send them
to the laundry.

- Yes, my Lady.

[singing]

- Oh they're lovely.

You know it's a long time since
a woman brought me flowers.

And it was only my old
Auntie when I busted my leg.

For my--

- No, for the car.

- Oh, pity.

Well hang on, I'll get you
some water from the tap.

- It's not bad, is it, eh?

- Quite homey, really.

Especially with the flowers.

No, I'll do it.

We don't want to get water
on the carpet, do we?

- Like a little room,
isn't it, eh?

All them flowerings
and everything.

You could live quite
comfy in here.

- You never been in a Rolls
Royce before, haven't you?

- Not particularly.

- Well, I tell you what,

why don't I take you
for a spin in it, eh?

When I go and fill her
up for petrol, maybe?

- What's this for?

- That's to speak into, for
when you want to give orders

to the driver, you see?

Well hang on a minute,
I'll show you how it works.

Well go on, say something.

[laughing]

- Wilkins, you stupid fellow.

I thought I told you to
go straight to Gorringe's.

- So sorry again, my Lady.

Sorry, my mistake.

- Look out you fool, you
nearly knocked that horse over.

Are you intoxicated sir?

- No, tea tottle, my Lady.

Must be the springtime
in my blood.

- You be impugnant, sir,
or I shall discharge you

without a carrot--

- No, no, please, my Lady, I
don't want to follow me Dad

down the mine.

♪ Don't go down the mine

♪ There's plenty of
coal in the grate

[laughing]

Isn't it lovely?

- You'll think it over will you?

About going for a spin with me?

-[Sarah] Might.

- When's your day off, Sarah?

I heard that Hampstead is very
nice this time of the year.

- You forget yourself,
Mr. Watkins.

I am no longer a
domestic servant,

while you are still
a mere chauffeur.

- Oh yeah, well what
are you doing now, then?

- Taking these to the wash,

and before I forget
to mention it,

Lady Marjorie would like
you with the car

prompt at half past two.

[blowing]

Here Rose.

-[Rose] You weren't long.

- Did you think I would be?

-[Rose] Give us a hand.

- He's got a funny way of
putting things, that Thomas.

He makes you laugh, doesn't he?

- Highly comical.

Don't let him get
his greasy fingers

on the clean undermechassis.

-[Sarah] I thought
you liked him?

- Thomas?

He's very clever at getting
on the right side of people.

Especially ladies,
this Mr. Watkins.

I know.

More talk and compliments
and that,

but all the time he's got
his eye on the next step.

Looking ahead like
over your shoulder.

Oh, we flip.

So long as its useful to him.

And then, well.

So you just watch out, Sarah.

And don't keep going over there
wasting his time and yours.

- Might I step inside, sir,
and admire your automobile?

- Yes, if you like.

- Thanks.

Finelooking motorcar.

- Trouble is it shows
every scratch.

- Still, you oughtta be
proud to own a machine

the like of that.

- It's not mine, it
belongs to my employer.

- Oh, I see.

He be a wealthy man?

- Not especially.

- Famous, is he?

- Tory MP for Beckingham
South, he is, alright?

- Oh, that'll be Mr.
Richard Bellamy.

- How do you know that?

- Oh I have a cousin
living in his constituency.

A fine man, so they say.

- Under Secretary for the
Admiral, he used to be, yeah.

- Is that a fact?

I was in the--

Oh, sorry.

I was in the Army, meself.

Just got back from Kabul.

- Where's that?

- It's on the northwest
frontier of India.

There's always a war
going on there.

-[Watkins] Mixed up
in that, were you?

- Yeah, the Kabul Rifles.

Private Michael Dooley,
that's me.

I was in the same unit as
Captain Charles Hammond.

That was a man you
could respect.

- Well I can't say I've
ever heard of him.

- A friend of your
Lady Bellamy's.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

If it wasn't for him,
I wouldn't bother.

It's no pleasure for
me to have the door

slammed in my face.

Hey, if there's one
class of person

I can't be dealing
with, it's butlers.

- So I take it you've
been to our front door.

Number 165.

- Yeah, jut wanted a word
with her Ladyship, that's all.

See I have something
that belongs to her.

-[Watkins] And Mr. Hudson
shut the door

in your face, did he?

- I was thinking that
her Ladyship would like

her property back, that's all.

- What property?

- Her letters.

- Letters?

- And other items, like
oh an opera program,

and a lace handkerchief, and
a photograph of her Ladyship.

Mementos, you might say.

They must've meant a
lot to Captain Hammond.

He kept them locked
in a tinbox, he did,

and all with these decorations.

- How come you got
hold of em, then?

- Oh I was his batman you see.

Like brothers, we were,
fighting side by side.

But the Euphrates coming at
us through the Clover Pass,

yelling their hating cries.

I'm proud to say I polished off

the one that got the Captain.

- Got him?

You mean, this Captain
Hammond, he's dead is he?

- A knife, straight
through the liver.

He never suffered.

I think our Ladyship
would like to know that.

- Now, hang on a minute,
when an officer dies,

they send his stuff
home, don't they?

I mean, to his relatives,
I mean?

- True, that is the usual fact--

- How the hell do you come to--

- You see, I felt that
I still had a duty

towards the deceased.

The Captain often used to
talk about his widowed sister

living in Cheltenham, very
fond of her, he was, very fond.

He was afraid that she got
enough of a shock as it was,

hearing about the
Captain's death, you know,

without discovering
from the letters

that he had been canoodling
with a married woman.

And her, the wife of
a Tory MP, at that.

Do you follow me?

- Look you know what you
shoulda done with those letters,

don't you?

Burnt em, to ashes,
the lot of them.

- Well it occurred to
me that her Ladyship

might prefer to have them back.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, women can be very
sentimental about such things,

you know.

- Yeah, well I,

I tell you what, Mr. Dooley,
you give me those letters,

and I'll make sure she
gets me back, alright?

- I don't know, I don't think
that would be very proper.

I tell you what.

You have a word with
her Ladyship,

and tell her the circumstances

and arrange for her
to receive me, huh?

And if there's any question
of a reward,

I'll see you right.

Now I can't say fairer
than that now can I?

- A reward.

What sort of a reward
were you thinking of?

100 pounds.

- 100 pounds.

You're writing the
top story are you?

No letters are worth 100 pound.

- These ones are, and
they're for sale only.

- Do you know what I
think, Mr. Dooley?

I think you made all this up.

- Made what up?

- All this about
Captain Hammond.

- No, you just stay where
you are, taffy,

and I'll show you a
sample of my wares.

There, there's one, see?

And I have a whole
bundle tucked away.

[singing]

- I'll tell you, I'll
find out what I can,

and you come back later
tonight, okay?

- Alright, sir.

Hi, good morning, miss.

It's a grand day, thank God.

- Who's that?

- Oh he just popped
in to have a look

at the car, that's all.

You thought any more of
spending your day off with me?

- Know it.

If her Ladyship can spare you?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I wonder if she'd go
out driving quite so often

if her chauffeur was 65
years old with curly teeth?

The rest of the staff
thinks she's taken

quite a shine to you.

- Her Ladyship? Never.

- Why else does she give
that raise last month?

- Well for my outstanding
presentability

and all around skin.

- That's roughly what I thought.

Did you know it reminds me
a bit of Ada Liversitch?

- Ada Liversitch?

- She's on the board with
me at the Oxton Empire.

Monologues and refined
juggling, lovely act.

Proper lady mug she was, but
it wouldn't melt, though.

One night, we come in
early, and we found her

in the paint room with
the theater fireman.

It was the uniform, you
see, all them buttons.

So you better watch out, my boy.

- Well you don't have
to worry Sarah.

- You do what you like.

It's no skin off my nose.

- I can't see a lady of
quality losing her head

over one of her own servants.

- Oh they do sometimes,
so I've heard tell.

Quite grand ladies.

Have you ever heard tale
of lady Marjorie

going off the rails?

- How should I know?

- Oh it's just that I thought
you knew most of what went on

in this house, that's all.

- What're you being so helpful
all of a sudden for, eh?

- Oh, it was just
an excuse to come

and talk to you really, Rose.

It seems goodness knows how
long since we've had a chat.

- Not much to chat
about anymore,

you've got your life,
I've got mine.

- Rose.

- Well it's true, I
don't know how to--

I don't know where I
am with you no more.

- Sometimes I think I was
better off in the old days,

when you me used to
share that room together.

Remember how we used
to lie awake at night

and talk about all the
things we was gonna do?

- Well you did one or
two of em, didn't you?

- Yes.

Well, it is better to
have loved and lost

than never to have loved at all.

- What's that supposed to mean?

I don't suppose you've
gotten that much

out of all that.

- Memories, Rose.

Memories.

- Oh yeah.

- I wasn't cut out for the
humdrum bonds of marriage.

You see me washing
some fellow's socks

and wiping his children's
runny noses?

- No, I can't, not
now you mention it.

But just because you
don't fancy it

don't mean to say it's
not a good idea.

- Oh you'd like it, wouldn't ya?

- Yes I would.

Only I don't seem
to get no offers.

- It's your hand.

-[Rose] What for?

- Come on, I might
be able to see.

Oh you've got nothing to
worry about, have you?

See it's all there
clear as day like.

See all them little lines.

-[Rose] Yeah, what are they?

- Children, Rose.

Yes, one a year til 1920.

- Oh, poo.

- If the first one's a girl,
will you call her Sarah

after me?

- Of course I will.

You can be Godmother
if you like.

- I would.

The nearest I'll ever get
to having one of me own.

- Don't say that.

I'm sure you'll find somebody.

-[Sarah] Thought I had.

- Captain James?

Oh, Sarah, you didn't
really think--

- I did, Rose.

Really.

Oh I know he's a bit
of a philanderer,

but I thought he'd settle
down like his father.

Now that's what I call
an ideal marriage.

Years of wedded bliss,
them two upstairs,

but in all that time, she's
never looked at another fella.

- What makes you so sure?

-[Sarah] Well she's not
the type, is she?

- Looks can lie sometimes.

- What you mean, Rose?

- Well, between you,
me, and the gatepost,

Lady Marjorie's had
her little moments.

Only it's not go beyond
these four walls.

- Little moments, Lady Marjorie.

You mean another gentleman?

- It must've been
when you was away.

You could almost say she cast
her bonnet over a windmill.

-[Sarah] With who, Rose?

Oh come on, tell me.

- You swear you won't breathe
a word to a living soul?

- I cross my heart, now tell.

- Well, he was in the Army,
same as Captain James.

Couple years older maybe.

Blue eyes, ever so
romantic looking.

Younger than her Ladyship,
of course.

Well Captain James brought
him to the house one evening,

her Ladyship took one look
at him, and she was done for.

- It sounds like one of
them magazine stories

that Mrs. Bridges says is
only fit for scullery maids.

- Be that as it may.

Mrs. Roberts always said they
fell in love at the opera.

- Soft music, dimming lights.

Did the Master know?

- Of course not, silly.

But we all did below stairs.

See, this Captain Hammond,
was on leave from India,

and he'd taken rooms
in Eebree Street.

She used to go there
in the afternoon.

Mrs. Bridges saw her.

She saw her coming out,
all mysterious looking,

so we knew something was up.

He used to send her
flowers every day,

with bits of poetry attached.

And she used to write
him billy-da-dos.

-[Sarah] How do you know?

- The blotter in her boudoir.

We used to hold it up
against the mirror.

You could see the writing
ever so cleanly.

- How long ago was all this?

- About three years.

- And how did it end then?

- Well this Captain
Hammond went back to India

and got killed in action.

Mr. Hudson read about
it in the paper.

Rose said they was all
dreadfully upset downstairs

when he read it out.

And she said Lady Marjorie
went around looking all pale

and sad, and that was that.

Nothing to show for her romance
but few fading memories.

All gone, all forgotten.

- Not a lock of hair,
a photograph,

or even a packet of letters?

- That's what Rose said.

- Shame, isn't it?

[car engine rumbling]

[stately orchestral music]

- Watkins, why are
we stopping here?

- I beg your pardon, my Lady,

but I've got something most
important to say to you.

- Surely it can wait.

I told you I must get
to the jewelers, or--

what on Earth do you
think you're doing.

- I'm sorry, my Lady,
but there's no other way

of speaking to you in private.

You see, there's an
individual, Irish, I think,

trying to weasel some
money out of you.

-[Lady Bellamy] What
do you mean, Watkins?

A tradesman of some kind?

- No, my Lady, an old
soldier, that's what he says,

sole service in India,
so he says.

- I'm sure you had a most
interesting conversation

but I don't want
to hear about it.

Now will you please take me to
the jewelers as I asked you?

- My lady, this man has in
his possession some letters.

- Letters?

- Written by your good
self, I understand.

They are signed, so the man
claims, by your Ladyship.

And coming from Eaton Place.

- To whom does he say they're
written, these letters?

- To someone by the name of
Captain Hammond, my Lady.

- I hardly think that my
correspondence with Captain
Hammond

would be of interest to anyone.

He was merely an acquaintance
of my son's

who came to the house
on various occasions.

- Well, yes, yes I see, my Lady.

-[Lady Bellamy] I
seem to remember

reading that he was killed

on active service.

- Yeah, that's right, my Lady.

This man Dooley was with
him when he died.

- Dooley, a brother officer
of Captain Hammond's?

- He was the Captain's
batman, my Lady.

- I see.

- That's how he'd come to be
in possession of the letters.

- And you say this batman
is asking for money

in exchange for the letters?

- Yes, my Lady.

I thought I ought to
make the position clear,

I hope you don't mind
me mentioning, my Lady.

- No, you did quite
right, Watkins.

Tell me, did any of other
servants see this man?

- No, no, my Lady.

Mr. Hudson shut the door
in his face without asking

what he wanted, and he
came around to the muse

to try to make himself
agreeable to me.

- I see.

Watkins, I think it
might be as well

if you didn't mention
it to anyone.

- Very good, my Lady.

- I suppose it's simply that
he expects some sort of reward

in return for lost property.

- That's right, my Lady.

200 pounds.

- 200--

But that's a great
deal of money.

- Yes, that's what I
told him, my Lady.

- When will you be
seeing him again?

- Well, he's coming
back later this evening.

Would you like to speak
to him yourself, my Lady?

- No, I don't think that'll
be necessary,

as you seem to have involved
yourself in all this.

- Well that was no
choice of mine, my Lady.

- The question is how to raise
such a large sum of money

in so short a time.

- Shall I drive you to
the bank, my Lady?

- No, no, I don't want
to go to my bank.

Watkins, are there
not establishments

where it's possible to
raise a loan on the security

of some possession?

[car engine rumbling]

[stately orchestral music]

You can leave that
here, Watkins,

I'll get Hudson to have
it sent up later.

- Very good, my Lady.

- Oh and I shall need the
car again today, thank you.

- Very good, my Lady.

-[Lord Bellamy] There
you are, my dear.

- Psht, what happened?

- She was pretty shaken,
I can tell you.

Turned quite pale, she did.

- I told you it was true,

Rose wouldn't make up a
thing like that, poor woman.

- She had to pop a necklace so
the master wouldn't find out.

I got the money.

- How much?

- Never you mind.

- Tea's ready, below stairs.

- I have to put the car away.

Well hang on a minute,
give us a kiss.

- Not in here.

Later.

- Thank you, Rose.

Marjorie.

You look worried my dear.

- Sorry.

-[Lord Bellamy] Anything
the matter?

- No, not really.

I was just thinking about
various things.

James.

- James?

- Wondering whether his regime
might be in action one day.

I worry about him.

- Things are quiet on the
northwest front at the moment.

-[Lady Bellamy] That's good.

- It's been no trouble out
there since the fighting

fighting with the Freebies
last year,

when they had a number of
casualties in the Kabul Rifles.

-[Lady Bellamy] That's
alright then.

[knocking]

- Who is it?

- It's me, Dooley.

-[Watkins] Come upstairs,
it's more private.

And mind your head.

- No, thanks.

You have a word with
your Ladyship have you?

- Yes, yes I have.

- I bet it was quite a shock
for her, the pool soul,

discovering that her little
indiscretion had come to light.

Thought she'd got
away with it, huh?

- No I don't think
she thought that.

- What do you mean?

- Well it wasn't such a
dark and guilty secret

as you imagined, see?

- Well it ought to be.

A married woman, carrying on
like that in high society.

- Well I don't think they
pay a lot of attention

to that sort of thing in
high society, not nowadays.

- Well they damn well oughtta.

Are you telling me that
her misbehavior

was common knowledge?

- No, no, but I think she
made a clean breast of it.

- To her husband?

- Your letters won't
tell him anything

he doesn't know already.

- Huh?

- Yeah, he's soddy, Mr. Dooley,

you seem to have been
under a misapprehension.

- What you mean?

- Those letters are a lot
of useless rubbish, man.

- I wouldn't be too
sure about that.

- Now listen, she did say
she'd give you a fiver for em.

She'd like the photograph, see?

Now that's only in
the way of chatter.

- But crust indeed, I
wouldn't give you a tuppence

for the lot of them.

- I will never mind a
tuppence, Mr. Dooley,

do you want a fiver or not?

- Fiver?

Come to think of it, maybe
there is such a thing

as a public duty.

- Public duty?

- Maybe the public
has a right to know

the way the betters behave
themselves in the privacy

of their wealthy homes.

- Well I don't think it's any
of their business, Mr. Dooley,

I mean, not the ordinary
commoner.

- And who elected Mr. Richard
Bellamy into Parliament,

will you tell me that?

The ordinary, honest,
working man.

That's who put him up
there in Westminster.

- Well I think they're
mostly bank clerks

in Beckingham, Mr. Dooley.

- Well maybe they are,
but are they going to vote

for a man that upholds
that morality?

No, my lad, I should put
a stop to that, you see.

- No, I don't see, Mr. Dooley.

Now what are you going
to do about it?

Stand on street corners,
giving the letters to anyone

passing by, is it?

- Not at all, no.

There are those who'd put
these facts into print

for all to see.

Lord Northcliff to name but one,

now there's a man with a
strong sense of public duty.

And it's just the stuff
for the Daily Mail.

- You think so, do you?

- I do, and I tell
you something else.

I'd get meself a tidy
sum for them letters

when I offer them
to a newspaper.

- A newspaper?

Oh well, that's different,
isn't it?

- It is taffy, isn't it?

It's different, now.

- Well I'll tell you what,

I'll give you the 100 pound
on behalf of her Ladyship.

- Well you lying Welsh bastard.

Oh, I'm sure we can do better
than 100 pounds now, taffy.

200.

- She'll never pay 200 pound.

- Then you only have to go
to your Master, won't ya?

After all he is a member
of Parliament,

he won't want this sort
of stuff to be going

into the newspapers,
now will he?

200 quid, taffy.

That's my price.

- You did quite right to
inform me, Mr. Watkins.

- Well I felt it was
my duty, Mr. Hudson.

- Those letters are undoubtedly
forgeries.

I could tell that the man
who came around to your muse

after I'd shown him the door

was nothing more than
a common imposter.

Someone who'd obviously
taken the trouble

to look up the family
in the Bright Spirit.

- Oh, oh, yes, I
see, Mr. Hudson.

- To make up some cock and
bull story about her Ladyship,

and some Army officer
called, whatever it was.

- Captain Hammond.

- Quite.

London is full of such
people, Mr. Watkins.

Confidence tricksters, no less.

- Well I'm only presert
there's no truth

in what this man Dooley
says, Mr. Hudson.

- You can put the matter right
out of your head, Thomas.

- Well thank you, thank
you very much, Mr. Hudson.

- Now get on with your work.

Mr. Watkins.

- But Hudson, you've been
in this house long enough

to know that there's nothing
involving her Ladyship

that even Lord Northcliff
could turn into a scandal.

- Oh nothing at all sir.

I just felt that you'd
wish to be informed

about this man's absurd claim.

- That's right.

He's probably got hold
of letters written

by Ladyship to some relative.

-[Hudson] Quite so, sir.

- Affectionate, but
entirely innocent.

- I'm sure you're right, sir.

On the other hand, sir, one
gathers that the wording

of the letters renders them
open to some misrepresentation.

- I'm sure it does.

The most harmless correspondence

could be twisted in some way.

People are alls ready
to believe the worst.

- That's very true, sir.

- Do you know to whom my
wife is supposed to have

addressed these letters?

- I don't think there's
anything to be gained

by repeating slander, sir.

- No, I see.

All the same, presumably
the innuendo is that

her Ladyship has had an
illicit liaison of some kind.

I can't give the light to it

unless I know who the
fellow's meant to be.

You do see my point.

- Oh, quite, sir.

- Where's Watkins now?

- I've asked him to wait
outside in the hall, sir.

- Send him in.

- Very good, sir.

-[Hudson] Mr. Watkins.

- Oh, come in, Watkins.

Hudson tells me a man
has approached you

in the muse with some
proposition or other.

- Yes, sir.

I hope you don't think I
did wrong to mention it.

- Oh, no, no, no you
were absolutely right.

I'm glad to see you have the
same spirit of responsibility

as the other servants
in this house.

Alright, Hudson.

- I beg your pardon, sir,

I feel I ought to remain,
since Mr. Watkins--

- I take your point, Hudson,
but I don't need you,

that'll be all.

- Very good, sir.

- In the ordinary way,
I'd have no compunction

in handing this man
over to the police.

But since my wife's honor
is being challenged,

I intend to proceed
more delicately.

You understand what
I mean, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

- I do not intend to allow my
wife to be in any way upset.

- No, oh no, sir.

- You haven't of course
said anything to her

about this man?

- Well how could you think
I'd do a thing like that, sir?

- Quite.

Well since you've shown such
excellent discretion so far,

may I rely on your
discretion a little further?

- Naturally, sir.

- When you see this man again,

I want you to find out
exactly what he wants.

- Well I've already
done that sir.

Didn't Mr. Hudson not tell you?

- He merely informed
me that a man

claiming to possess certain
letter signed by her Ladyship

had called round to the garage.

Hudson is under the impression

the man is a harmless imposter.

Quite frankly, I'd rather leave
Hudson with that impression.

- Quite, sir.

- How much is this man
asking for the letters?

- 200 pounds.

- Oh.

- That's a great deal
of money, sir.

- Well if it's a question
of keeping her Ladyship

in ignorance of such a
distasteful affair,

I'd gladly pay 10 times as much.

- Well I'm glad to hear
you say that, sir.

- Now if I, do negotiate
with this man,

will he keep his side
of the bargain?

- You leave that to me, sir,
I'll make sure that he does.

- Very well, Watkins.

I hereby instruct you to
buy back those letters,

whatever they may contain,

without her Ladyship's
knowledge.

As man to man, can I trust you?

- You can, sir.

- Thank you, Watkins.

[footsteps stepping]

- Is it alright if I come in?

Have you spoken to his nibs?

- No, no, I haven't.

- The price is 200 now, taffy,

and don't you forget it.

- The price has been agreed.

Her Ladyship has decided
to pay all of it.

- After all, what's a
couple hundred quid

to such a wealthy woman.

-[Watkins] A drop in
the ocean, isn't it?

- Come on, come on, let's
see the color of your money.

- Well just a minute,
Mr. Dooley.

You wouldn't expect my
mistress, a lady of quality,

to trust me with 200 pound
in banknotes would you?

A mere chauffeur?

A simple servant?

- No I wouldn't trust you
with a baby's rattle, meself.

- Her Ladyship wishes
to receive the letters

from you personally.

She also would like to hand
over the money to you herself.

I am merely the go between.

- Look, I'll not wait much
longer, now, I'm warning you.

- You won't have to, Mr. Dooley.

The transaction can
take place tonight.

-[Dooley] Where?

- Well it'd have to be a secret
meeting place, wouldn't it?

- In the park, maybe?

- Now you wouldn't expect my
mistress to wait under a tree

in Hyde Park would you?

- No, no--

- I mean, somebody might come by

and recognize her, isn't it?

- So I'll come to
her room, will I?

- You come to the garage
here tonight at 11:00.

I'll leave that small
door open for you.

- And then what?

- Well I'll be driving
her Ladyship home tonight

about 11:30 or thereabouts.

Now with her permission,

I'll drive straight
into the garage.

And if I close those big doors,

you can conduct your business
in the back of the car,

and nobody will disturb
you, see?

- You know, Taffy,
I like that idea.

[laughing]

I like it very much.

In the back of the
Rolls, tonight.

Me and Lady Marjorie.

[laughing]

I'll be here, taffy,
I'll be here.

[stately orchestral music]

[horses trotting]

[car engine roaring]

[door closing]

Alright.

- In the back of the
car, please, Mr. Dooley.

Private Michael Dooley, my Lady.

- May I wish ya the compliments
of the season, my Lady.

- In the car, please.

- It's very kind
of your Ladyship

to receive me personally
in your motorcar.

- There was little alternative

since I'm not accustomed to
receiving common soldiers

in my drawing room.

- May be a common
soldier, my Lady,

but I have to earn a living.

Times are very hard, you know.

Seven years serving his Majesty
and not even a gratuity.

- So you resort to blackmail?

- There's no need
to be insulting.

A woman in your position
shouldn't behave like that.

It's not right.

Don't you want common
people to respect ya?

- Not particularly, Mr. Dooley.

- Oh well I can't sit
here all night arguing.

Are you gonna pay
up or aren't you?

- First I must be sure if you
are whom you pretend to be.

Show me your discharge papers.

- I don't carry them
around with me.

- Then you're not like any
old soldier I ever heard of.

Wilkins?

Can we trust this fellow?

- Well that's up
to you, my Lady.

- How do I know that you're a
friend of Captain Hammond's?

- I was his batman, wasn't I?

- Were you, I don't know.

- I can prove it, he had
a mole on his left cheek.

You'd remember that.

- Oh yes, poor Charles
and his mole.

I remember once I--

- I beg your pardon, my
Lady, but I think we ought

to be getting on with
the transaction.

- Not until I've told Mr. Dooley

exactly what I think of him.

Are you not ashamed to batton
upon the frailty of a woman?

You scoundrel.

- Who are you talking to?

-[Sarah] Stinking bugger.

- The transaction, my Lady.

- Yes.

Yes, yes, quite right, Wilkins.

Let us conduct this affair
in a civilized fashion.

I apologize.

Offer Mr. Dooley
some refreshment.

- Very good, my Lady.

Come here, man.

You can drink to her
Ladyship's health

and the conclusion of our
successful negotiations.

- I'll do that, thanks.

- Now you may give me my
letters, may you not, Mr.
Dooley?

- With pleasure, my Lady.

There, can you remember them?

- Ah yes, immediately.

The sight of them upsets me.

- Now, I take the money
first, my Lady, if you please.

- Wilkins, give Mr.
Dooley his money

and let us end this
painful ceremony.

-[Watkins] Very good, my Lady.

Mr. Dooley.

Five, 10, 15, 20--

- Have I killed him?

- I think you have.

What have you got in the bag?

- Only a brick.

- It's alright, his
breathing's steady.

- Get those letters.

- You take good care
of them, now.

Hang onto them there, will you?

There we are, my old,

that's right.
[mumbling]

Go and see if the
coast is clear.

Up we get.

Listen, we're gonna put you
where you belong, isn't you?

In the gutter, isn't it?

That's me old soldier,
come on, man.

Now then, go and wait in my room

and be quiet til I get back.

Shh, there you are...

[door closing]

[door closing]

- Everything alright?

- Well we bumped
into a policeman

at the corner of
Elizabeth Street.

I told him I'd picked
Dooley out of the gutter.

And he's taking him in charge
as drunk and disorderly.

[laughing]

- Do you know what, you're
very clever, Mr. Wilkins.

- Watkins, my Lady.

-[Sarah] That's all
settled then?

- That's right, all settled.

- There's more than
100 quid in there.

- I know, there's
400 quid in there.

- Where'd you get the rest from?

- 200 from her, and
200 from him.

-[Sarah] Who?

- Your Master.

-[Sarah] What for?

- For his share of the letters.

- Yes, but I thought Lady
Marjorie popped her necklace

for 100 pounds so she
could buy the letters back?

- She'll get em back,
some of em.

- Some of them, what about him?

- He'll get the rest for his
share of the money, won't he?

- Oh I see.

A Mr. Thomas Watkins makes
himself a nice, fat, juicy 200

from each of them for
half the letters.

- Well a man's entitled
to a fee for handling

such delicate negotiations.

-[Sarah] Not the bloody lot.

- A commission, you might say.

- Now, look.

I came here tonight
cause I thought

you was gonna help Lady
Marjorie not diddle her.

This family's been
very good to me,

and I'm not gonna let them think

I was involved in this.

You give the money back,
or I'll tell em.

- What did you say?

- You heard.

Look, you think Dooley's
gonna let you get away

with this?

- Why wouldn't he?

- Well he's not gonna be
very pleased when he wakes up

in jail and works out
what you done to him.

- I thought of that, he won't
say anything to the police,

he's a blackmailer
himself, isn't he?

- Don't you think he's
gonna find a way of letting

Lady Marjorie know
you was in on this?

Come on.

Where you gonna be then, eh?

Sunk.

No job, jail, and
all for 400 pound.

If you're gonna do him,
do him for something big.

- Gimme those letters.

- Well.

- And clear off, I got
some thinking to do.

- Watkins wishes to
speak to you, sir.

- Oh does he?

Come in, Watkins.

What is it?

Thank you, Hudson.

- Very good, sir.

[door closing]

-[Lord Bellamy] Well?

- I have carried out
your instructions, sir.

-[Lord Bellamy] Have
you got those letters?

- I have, sir, and
we won't be hearing

from Mr. Dooley again, I think.

There you are, sir.

All seven of them.

- Thank you.

Hand me those matches
please, Watkins.

-[Watkins] Yes sir.

- Oh thank you.

What have you got there?

- 200 jimmy-o-goblins,
sir, what you give me.

- Well how on Earth--

- Well I didn't like to
see a man like that profit

from his villainy, sir.

So I took it upon myself
to play a trick on him.

Under the circumstances,

I thought it was quite
justified, sir.

It was very successful.

- Well I won't ask you how
you managed it, Watkins,

but that is said, I am
very much in your debt.

- Thank you very much, sir.

Will that be all, sir?

- No, Watkins, there's
one more thing,

I'd like to show you how much
I appreciate your honesty.

Some servants in your position,

being entrusted with 200
pounds would've made up

some cock and bull story
and pocketed the lot.

- We don't go in for that sort
of thing in the Valley, sir.

I mean, I was brought
up very strict.

My father was an elder
of the chapel, see.

- Quite.

So I am giving you 10 pounds
to spend in any way you choose.

Well of course if you
would like to invest it,

don't hesitate to
ask me for advice.

- Oh well thank you,
thank you very much, sir.

I am most grateful.

- Whatever you do, don't
say anything about this

to her Ladyship.

-[Watkins] So there
you are, my Lady,

there's your 200 pounds back.

- Thank you, Watkins.

I am very grateful to you.

And I'd like to give you a
little reward for your trouble.

I believe the usual
thing for the return

of stolen property is 10%,

so will you please
accept 20 pounds?

- Oh, no, no, I couldn't
my Lady.

-[Lady Bellamy] Yes of
course you could, Watkins.

- Well, thank you very
much, my Lady.

And you'll keep those letters
safe and sound, now won't you?

- Yes I will.

-[Watkins] Where
to now, my lady?

- Well I suppose we better go
back to that odious pawn shop

and retrieve my necklace.

And then home.

- Very good, my lady.

- So it's all cleared up, is it?

The matter of the
Irishman and the letters?

- That matter?

Yes, I think so, Mr. Hudson.

Well he hasn't been
back to the muse again.

- In other words, the
whole affair was indeed

a shocking attempt to extort
money from her Ladyship

for some nonexistent
letters as I thought.

- Yes, yes, that's
right Mr. Hudson.

- And the Master endorsed
my instructing you

to ignore the matter,
unless the man came back.

- Yes, quite, quite.

- Then the matter is
closed, Mr. Watkins,

and need not, and it should
not, be mentioned again.

- Very good, Mr. Hudson.

- You better go and put
the car away, Mr. Watkins.

[door closing]

-[Watkins] What are
you doing here then?

- Have you done it?

- I've given the letters
and all the money back

to the people concerned, yes.

- All the money?

Well and not kept nothing
for yourself,

not even a few bob, well
that's not fair,

considering all the
work you'd done.

- Well I have made something.

- How much?

- I didn't ask for it.

They both gave me a bit.

Not much.

Here you are, here's your half.

- Three pound, oh thanks, Tom.

I suppose they both trusted
you and you didn't let em down.

- Did you honestly
think I would?

You did, didn't you?

- I like to think I made
an honest man out of you,

Mr. Wilkins.

- Watkins, my Lady.

- Give us a kiss?

- Well help yourself.

-[Lord Bellamy] Ah,
there you are.

- You shouldn't have
waited for tea.

I've been shopping.

-[Lord Bellamy] So have I.

I bought a small gift.

Nothing really, just
a little ornament.

- How sweet of you,
and how strange.

-[Lord Bellamy] Strange?

- Well I bought something
for you, too.

It's only a cigar cutter to
replace the one you lost.

-[Lord Bellamy] Oh my dear,
how thoughtful of you.

Thank you.

- Some money I thought I'd
spent wasn't spent after all.

So, I decided to buy my
husband something with it.

- And I too made a wise
investment, so--

- Oh Richard, that's lovely.

Oh it's beautiful.

I shall keep it on
my dressing table.

- Now how about some tea?

- I hadn't realized
how late it was,

I'm afraid I'd kept Watkins
from his tea.

-[Lord Bellamy] He won't
mind, he's a good fellow.

I have changed my opinion
of him lately.

- I'm glad.

-[Lord Bellamy] You're quite
right, he's a good chauffeur.

He's smooth, and reliable.

- Yes, very trustworthy.

-[Lord Bellamy] Yes.

- You think we might
increase his wages a little?

- I've already done so.

[stately orchestral music]