All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S02E08 Out of the Everywhere WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

["Upstairs Downstairs"]

[clock ticking]

[light footsteps]

[newspaper rustling]

[watch ticking]

[bell ringing]

- That'll be them now.

- Oh, Hudson.

- Yes, sir?

- Get some champagne, will you?

The uh, special reserve.

- Very good, sir.

- Oh!

Mrs. Kirbridge has
had a daughter.

- Oh, really, sir, that's
very nice, sir.

- Yes, a daughter.

[crashing and thumping]

- Well.

- Well!

- I still wish she
hadn't chosen to have it

in that dreadful nursing home.

- Well you know Elizabeth
and her

fashionable unfashionable ideas.

- So much more agreeable
at home.

What's so wrong with
having it at home?

- Because everybody
does, my dear.

- Nursing homes are so
antiseptic and impersonal.

- Avant garde.

Have you seen a small notebook?

- Thank heavens it
was an easy birth.

I shudder to think what a
lot of perfect strangers

would have done if there'd
been any complications.

- Well the perfect strangers
are the people trained

to cope with such exigencies.

A little black notebook.

I've written a draft
notice for the Times.

- It's not the same
thing at all.

Anyway it's a lovely
little baby.

- Yes.

Glad it wasn't a boy.

- Why?

- Different responsibility,
oh, very different.

Now, there are complications.

- Perhaps.

- Schools, careers, much
more public altogether.

- Girls can be hidden
away, forgotten?

- Well, they are
easier to handle.

Ah!

Yes.

Girls are better.

- It's a little baby girl.

- And that's all?

- That is the information
that was imparted to me, yes.

- Isn't that just like a man?

Doesn't know what the baby's
weight is, nor nothing.

- Nor if her mother was all
right, just as important.

Didn't you even hear if Miss
Elizabeth was all right?

- No, Sarah, Mr. Bellamy
simply said "Kindly fetch

"some special reserve, Hudson,
it's a little baby girl."

- Oh, men!

- Honestly.

-[Edward] Can't we have
some champagne, Mr. Hudson?

I mean we should wet
the baby's head as well.

- Quite right, Edward!

- Fetch the special reserve!

- I think a drop of beer might
be in order, a drop, Edward.

Oh, and while I remember, you
can fetch that perambulator

from the front hall and
put it out in the area

before somebody falls over it.

-[Edward] Yes, just right, sir.

- And Edward.

-[Edward] Yes, Mr. Hudson?

- You may bring a quart of beer.

-[Edward] Oh, yes, Mr. Hudson!

- After all, yes, it is
a bit of an occasion.

- A bit of an occasion?

- Bet it was more than
a bit of an occasion

when you arrived, Mr. Hudson.

- [chuckles]

- We're only born once,
you know, Mr. Hudson.

- I don't recall much of
it myself, Mrs. Bridges.

I was very young at the time.

[laughing]

- Oh, Mr. Hudson!

You old wag.

- Here we are then, the very
best reserve, mild and bitter.

- So we can drink Miss
Elizabeth's health, and um ...

- And?

We don't even know her name!

- Lucy Elizabeth, the full name?

I think just Lucy.

-[Lady Marjorie] Well
read it out again.

- Kirbridge on the 17th inst.,
at the Helham Nursing Home,

to Elizabeth, the wife of
Lawrence Arthur Kirbridge,

a daughter, Lucy.

- Hmm, I think you're right.

Yes, that is better.

Ah, Hudson, thank you.

- Well now I am not so sure.

A daughter, Lucy Elizabeth?

- Oh, Richard.

- Well it's awfully important
to get these things right.

Let's ask Hudson.

Hudson, Lucy Elizabeth
or just plain Lucy?

- Oh, they're both very
pretty names, sir,

for a little girl.

- Yes, absolutely.

Well I think just plain,
unvarnished Lucy

is best for this occasion.

- I trust she'll be neither
plain, nor unvarnished

as a young lady, sir.

- That's very good, Hudson.

- Very good, Hudson,
yes, that will be all.

- Thank you, sir.

- Oh, Hudson?

-[Hudson] Yes, my lady?

- Nanny Webster will
be arriving on Friday.

That doesn't give you
much notice, I'm afraid,

but we thought she
ought to settle in

before Mrs. Kirbridge
comes home with the baby.

You all know each other,

it won't be like a
new nanny coming.

She met Sarah, too, down
at Southwold, so ...

Is something troubling
you, Hudson?

- Oh, no, my lady, it's ...

It's just that I thought perhaps
Nanny Webster had retired.

- You mean you hoped she had.

- I beg your pardon, sir?

- Nothing'll keep old Nanny
from an addition to the family.

- No, my lady.

- Friday then, perhaps you'd
tell the other servants.

- Very good, my lady.

-[Richard] Have a bottle
of champagne downstairs.

- Oh, thank you very much, sir.

- To welcome the baby.

- Sir.

- And Nanny Webster.

- Yes, sir.

- I can feel the house
beginning to shake already.

- I'm glad it was a little girl.

'Cause the clothes!

It'll really dress
a little girl.

- Most women want boys, I
can tell you that, my girl.

Most women wouldn't say thank
you for a girl, not first go.

- Well in the circumstances
it's probably just as well.

- Well I like girls!

Sugar and spice and all
things nice, eh, Miss Roberts?

- Well she's hardly chosen
the most convenient time.

With Rose away, one has
hardly time to turn 'round.

- Well you don't have to
worry about turning 'round,

Miss Roberts, there's
no one after you!

- I think there ought
to have been more babies

born into this household.

I could do with a drop
of that every day.

Keep me going. [laughs]

- Wouldn't mind if there's
one born every minute.

I'd look after 'em all.

I'll be the best nursery
nurse in the whole world.

- Maid, Sarah, nursery maid,
that's what you're trained as.

- Not a nurse, Sarah,
that's medical!

- And you're a domestic.

- I must write and tell
Rose, tell her all about it.

She'll be furious she was away
missing everything like that.

Oh, I won't half look
after that little baby.

- I'm sure you'll be an
excellent nursery maid, Sarah.

- Miss Elizabeth won't
half be proud!

- Doubtless you'll be of
great help to the nanny.

- There ain't gonna be no nanny!

- No?

- Miss Elizabeth never made
no mention of no nanny.

- Are you kept especially
informed of every move?

- Well what was all that
training for if it wasn't

for looking after babies?

- For helping, Sarah,
nurse maids are there

to help the nanny.

- No mention was made.

- Well you obviously know best.

- Yes!

Anyway.

I've got something to
do, if you'll excuse me.

- As if a family like this
would do without a nanny.

- I wonder who the baby's like.

Like her mother, I'll be bound.

- Like a little monkey.

- Oh, Edward.

- Really, Edward.

- Well it's only a baby!

- And you were never
one yourself I suppose.

- [imitates a chicken] You're
like a couple of old chickens.

- No doubt he was
born like that.

- [imitates a chicken]

- Oh, well, I've got
too much work to do.

I can can't keep on all this
to'in and fro'in and ...

- To'in and fro'in?

I can see we're gonna have some
of your tiddlycakes, Mrs. B.

[laughs]

- That's enough of your cheek!

- [laughs]

- Ooh!

-[Bridges] Whatever
did you think?

- Yes!

Well.

What do you think of this then?

-[Edward] Blimey!

- Blimey's right, what's
all that, my girl?

- This is my official
uniform, that's all that is.

My official nurse
maid's uniform.

- My official nurse
maid's uniform!

- Oh, shut up.

-[Bridges] Well you won't
be needing it yet a while.

- Not be needing it?

My official duties start--

-[Bridges] Go and take it off.

- From the day the baby's born!

-[Bridges] Go and take it off!

- Got to get upstairs
and get all the nursery--

- Miss Elizabeth will not be
home for at least another week.

- We're short handed as it
is so, go and take it off!

-[Sarah] Mrs. Bridges, I
would remind you that I am--

- There is work to be
done in the linen room.

- I would remind you, Mrs.
Bridges, that I'm no longer

employed in the capacity
of linen room help, but--

- Airs and graces!

Really, some people.

- As Miss Elizabeth's
direct help in the nursery.

- Poppycock.

A nursery maid's just as much
of a servant as any of us.

- Well that's not what they
said when they trained me.

- Well I haven't got time to
sit here arguing with you,

I've got something better to do.

- Miss Elizabeth will not be
home for at least another week.

- In my official uniform!

- [screeching] Oh, Ed!

I spent all that time on it!

- Ladies.
- Really.

- Just before you return
to your prospective duties,

the master has decided--

- To chop off our heads!

- That's quite enough, Edward.

Some strong tea for
you, I think.

No, the master has permitted
us a bottle of champagne

to wet the new baby's head.

- Oh, that's very nice!

- Furthermore, a new
member of the staff

is about to join us.

Fetch some glasses, Edward.

Well, not quite a new
member in fact,

someone who is in fact,
familiar to most of us.

Nanny.

- I had to ring twice!

I hope this is not a symptom
of domestic disorder.

- Certainly not, Nanny,
you merely anticipated me.

- I had to ring for you twice!

I see you've taken to
wearing spectacles, Hudson.

Of course, you're
getting on, now.

- I only need them for
close work, Nanny.

- Really.

These small London houses.

I hope everything is
in order, Hudson.

For instance, while
I was waiting

for you to answer the door,

I had time to notice the baby's
perambulator in the area.

Now, that hardly seems
the place for it.

It'll rust in wet weather.

Kindly see that it's
brought up and kept here

in the front hall in future.

- I shall see to it at once.

- Yes, I see I shall have
my work cut out, as usual.

Well?

May we not proceed?

It's disconcerting enough to be

kept waiting interminably
outside.

- Her ladyship will receive
you in the morning room, Nanny.

Nanny Webster, my lady.

- Oh, thank you, Hudson.

Send Sarah up to me, will you?

- Very good, my lady.

- Fancy leaving a
perambulator in the area.

Ah, my lady.

- Edward.

-[Edward] Yes, Mr. Hudson?

- The area is hardly
the most suitable place

for the perambulator.

- But Mr. Hudson,
you just told me--

- Why don't you bring it up
here into the front hall?

- But Mr. Hudson, you t--

- At once, Edward.

- You may find Sarah somewhat
high-spirited at first.

Do sit down, Nanny.

- Thank you, my lady.

- You remember her of
course, from Southwold.

I'm afraid she was
rather, well, unfortunate.

- Unfortunate, yes, m'lady.

Have you got your corsets off?

- Nanny.

Well whatever she was
or might have been,

she's very keen on helping
to bring up the baby.

I think you'll find her
enthusiasm quite touching.

- Well I don't want to concern
myself with her feelings.

I merely wished for
somebody to help

with the menial tasks
around the nursery.

You know it can't
be good for you

to be without your corsets.

- No, but it's much
more comfortable.

Ah, Sarah, come in.

- You wanted me, m'lady?

-[Lady Marjorie] You remember
Nanny Webster of course,

from Southwold.

- Oh, yes m'lady.

- You take your time.

Hmph, absurd.

Quite absurd.

Hmph, absurd.

I suppose this was
perpetrated by one of those

fashionable modern decorators.

Quite unsuitable.

- This is the night nursery.

- Well, I know!

What are these?

- They're feeding bottles.

- Feeding bottles?

Well, we shan't be
needing those for months.

Put them away.

- Oh yes we will, Miss
Elizabeth's bottle feeding the
baby.

- Is she indeed?

- Yes, Nanny.

- I shall have words with
Madam when she returns.

A baby should always
be fed by mother.

I suppose you approve of these
fashionable modern notions.

Well?

Go down and fetch up
the nursery lunch.

- But the baby's not
even home yet!

She'll have her dinner
down here with us.

- I tried to tell her
that, Mrs. Bridges,

but she won't budge, honest.

- Who does she bloomin'
well think she is?

Duchess of Southwold
or something?

- She says from now
on she's to have

all her meals in the nursery.

- Oh, well she can think again.

- And she said you were to
cut all the fat off her meat!

- What?

If she imagines I've got
nothing better to do--

- Now, what's all the
trouble, Mrs. Bridges?

- Than sit around cutting the
blooming fat off her meat ...

- She won't have her
meals down here with us.

- Won't she?

- She must be mad.

- She's ever so determined.

Well, I said to her, as it is,

you know we're shorthanded ...

- Lady Muck is too grand to have

her dinner down here with us.

She hasn't changed.

- Perhaps for today,
Sarah, just for today,

since Nanny's just arrived.

- Yes, I expect everything'll
be alright

when Mrs. Kirbridge gets back.

- Welcome home, Mrs. Kirbridge.

- Thank you, Hudson, I must
say, it's nice to be home.

Edward will you take
my case up for me?

- Yes, madam.

- Can I have a peep, madam?

Ain't she lovely!

-[Elizabeth] That's what
everyone keeps saying.

- She got a lot of hair!

I never realized they
had so much hair.

She's ever so like you, madam.

- Rubbish, they all look
like the late Queen, babies.

Where's my mother, Hudson?

- Oh, her ladyship
is out, madam.

We weren't expecting
you 'til tea time.

- Oh, I couldn't stand
that place another moment.

There you are, Sarah,
there's your charge.

I'm dying for a glass of sherry.

Will you take her up
to Nanny for me?

- And how is it?

Isn't you little lambikins, eh?

Isn't she a little lambikins,
Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, very nice.

Hello, baby.

Oh, she has got a lot
of hair, hasn't she?

I had none at all when I
was born, so I believe.

-[Sarah] Come on, now,
we go upstairs.

- Give me that child.

- It's all right, Nanny--

- Give me that child.

- I've been waiting,
my girl, waiting.

- I was just talking
to Miss Elizabeth.

- It's not your place!

A girl the likes of you.

- Mind you a little looser,

you're holding her
ever so tight!

- And don't be familiar
with Baby.

She is Baby to you at all times.

You're no place to be
familiar with Baby.

You ought to have nothing
to do with her,

nothing at all, do
you understand?

Nothing at all!

- Oh, at last, here they are.

- Priscilla, dear.

And Harriet.

I'm so sorry we've
kept you waiting.

- Well, being conscientious
godparents,

we were a little early,
weren't we, Harriet?

- Morning, Priscilla, Harriet.

- A telegram arrived
just as we were leaving.

I'm afraid my father's
had another stroke.

- Oh, dear.

- I have to go back to
Southwold again tomorrow.

Has the vicar not arrived yet?

- Well, we haven't
seen anyone so far.

Should we go in, do you think?

- No, we were to meet outside.

- What do you think of
your godchild, Priscilla?

- Delightful.

Does she bite?

Elizabeth looks frightfully
well, doesn't she?

[horse hooves clopping]

- Lawrence, there was really
no need for you to come.

- Just for the sake of
appearances, that's all.

We must do things correctly.

What about afterwards,
at Eaton Place?

There'll be champagne.

- I shan't let you down.

Good morning.

- Lady Marjorie.

Forgive my tardy appearance,
our parish deacon delayed me.

Are we all gathered?

- Yes, I think we are.

- If we could start, Vicar,

I have to be back at
Westminster by noon.

- Ah, yes, of course,
affairs of state, what?

Well come on in, everybody,

and we will baptize this
child without further delay.

- Oh lord, I do so hope I
don't have to hold the infant.

I'm always so terrified
it's head's

going to drop off, or
something ghastly. [laughs]

[organ playing]

- Godparents?

Baby, splendid.

Need the baby.

And you'll be the father.

- I'll be the father.

No doubt about that.

- No doubt at all.

-[Vicar] Has this child been
already baptized, or no?

- No.

- Dearly beloved,

for as much as all men are
conceived and born in sin,

and that our savior,
Christ, sayeth,

"None can enter into
the Kingdom of God,

"Except he be regenerate
and born anew,

"Of water and of
the Holy Ghost."

I beseech you to call
upon God the Father,

through our Lord, Jesus Christ.

That of his bounteous mercy,
he will grant to this child,

that thing which by
nature she cannot have,

that she may be baptized with
water and the Holy Ghost,

and received into Christ's
holy church,

and be made a lively
member of the same.

- There, there, better
you will be.

Oh, yes, oooh.

- Here, Nanny, I'll do that.

You don't want Mrs. Bridges best

gamon and parsley getting
cold, do ya?

- What I want and don't
want is a matter for myself,

and myself alone.

- Oh, Mrs. Bridges says you
was extra partial to ga--

- Mrs. Bridges can hold her
tongue about my partialities.

- Yes, Nanny.

- No, hold the corners, girl.

Don't just tumble them
under the mattress

as if they was old
handkerchiefs!

- No, Nanny.

- There.

There.

[cooing to baby]

Nah uh, be careful with
those robes, girl.

They have to go back
to Southwold.

Priceless things, those robes.

[sniffing loudly]

That is not a dress for
Baby's afternoon walk!

I suppose you want to make
everybody in Eaton Place

think we've gone down
in the world!

If you think we can
tolerate ironing like that

in the nursery you are
making a big mistake.

- I spent half an hour
on that yesterday!

- And I can only say
I am sorry that you

have wasted half an hour!

- I'll iron it again.

- You will wash it again,
that's what you'll do!

And you'll starch
it, and iron it,

and go for it to nursery
standards!

- Yes, Nanny.

- And next time you
will remember that it is

silk for the afternoon.

- But Nanny, yesterday--

- Now don't be impertinent!

Giving back answers.

You're very lucky you're
even allowed in a nursery.

A girl like you.

I can't eat this, it's cold!

I will not eat cold food.

I suppose I shall have to
content meself with the custard,

as usual, we seem
to live on nothing

but custard these days.

-[Baby] [crying]

Ah, ah, I will attend to Baby.

We've told you, we
do not wish you to

handle Baby at any time.

You're here to assist,
not to handle.

- I was only gonna rock her!

- Don't answer back!

-[Baby] [crying furiously]

And what are you
doing with that?

You should be airing them!

- I was going to air--

- Things should always
be aired before

putting them on the child.

-[Baby] [crying hysterically]

- There, there, come
on, come to Nanny.

There we go, that's better.

There's Nanny's girl.

There, that's it. [gasps]

Well pass me that bottle,
wherever it is.

There.

You clumsy, stupid girl!

Can't you do anything right?

You're lucky it wasn't broken!

- Nanny, it was you!

- Now listen to me, my girl.

One more instance of
your impertinence,

one more instance of your
appalling, slovenly ways,

and I'll have you dismissed.

Nursery maid indeed.

It's quite clear to me
that you're more suited

to the scullery than
to the nursery.

You should be washing
dishes and scrubbing floors.

Just don't let me ever
see you handling

this baby when my
back is turned.

Not ever, do you understand?

-[Sarah] But Lady Marjorie--

- Not ever!

There's a good girl.

[knocking]

-[Elizabeth] What is it?

- Madam?

-[Elizabeth] Yes, Sarah
what do you want?

- Well, well madam--

- I haven't much time, Sarah,

I do hope it's nothing
important.

- Well it is a bit
urgent, madam.

- You haven't chosen the
best of moments, have you?

Oh, this wretched hair of mine!

- It's just that I think you
ought to know what's going on,

if you see what I mean?

- No, I don't see what you mean.

Oh, I do miss Rose.

- Yes, madam.

Well, you see, it's about Nanny.

Well, that is, me
and Nanny, really.

- Oh, dear, the very first
evening I'm asked out

and there has to be
some little drama.

I don't actually want to be
bothered with it now, Sarah.

- I don't want to
bother you, madam,

it's not that at all,
it's about the baby!

- My measurements
have gone back to

precisely what they were!

What do you think
of that, Sarah?

Normally takes one months
to recover one's figure

after having babies.

- Yes, madam, but um,
getting back to Nanny,

it's not just that
she's old, I mean,

there's nothing wrong
in being just old,

but she don't seem to be
able to manage proper.

As you would wish.

- My gloves.

- You see, madam, I don't
think she's suitable

to look after a baby, not a
little baby, really she isn't.

- And are you suitable
to tell me?

Really, Sarah, who could
be more suitable

to look after a baby than Nanny?

You're talking nonsense.

- I'm not, madam, I've
seen here do things--

- Nanny Webster has
been in this family

since my mother was born.

She brought me up, she
brought up my brother,

she brought all of us up.

And if that doesn't make
her suitable ...

- I'm just afraid she'll
do something foolish.

- I hardly think she's
the sort of person

to do something foolish.

Now would you get me my wrap?

And if you think that
perhaps you are

more suitable than Nanny ...

My wrap.

I should have thought you
would have been able to cope.

- I didn't know I'd
have to cope with Nanny.

- I need a new dress.

I need lots of new dresses.

- Look, perhaps if you had
a word with her, madam.

- Sarah, the very reason for
Nanny Webster being here is

so that I do not have to keep
going to have a word with her.

- It is your baby!

- My bag.

- You haven't hardly seen
her since you come home.

- Pass me my bag.

- Not proper.

- Sarah.

- You don't really care
about her, do ya?

- Stupid, impudent girl,
get out of here!

- Yes, madam.

- My first evening out and
you have to come sneaking here

to me with your wretched
servant's tittle tattle.

You may go!

Oh, my wretched hair!

- Mmm, delicious, very good,
thank you Mrs. Bridges.

- I don't know how I manage,
all this to'in and fro'in.

- Fro'in and to'in.

- Meals in odd places.

Special orders.

Then half of its left!

As if my work wasn't
hard enough.

- You manage because you're
a saint, Mrs. Bridges.

- Did you see that blackberry
and apple last night?

Came back untouched, untouched!

Might just as well
have been moldy.

- Oh, it was a very
nice pie, Mrs. Bridges,

one of your best!

- Absolutely Mr. Hudson. [burps]

Pardon.

- God's truth!

- Here comes the bearer
of good tidings.

- Them stairs, I'll
get fat legs!

- What's the damage tonight,
then, Sarah?

What's the news from
the battle front?

- She don't like gravy
with a lot of fat in it,

Mrs. Bridges.

- What?

- And in future, she'd like a
separate gravy, made special.

In a little jug.

- Oh.

She would, would she?

We'll soon see about that.

- Where are you going,
Mrs. Bridges?

- To see Nanny about
her special gravy.

- Now Mrs. Bridges--

- We'll soon see about that.

- Mrs. Bridges I'd much
rather you did--

- This has nothing to
do with you, Mr. Hudson.

Can't expect you to
begin to understand how a

cook feels when she's
been insulted!

Fatty gravy indeed!

- No, I'm quite sure I
cannot possibly imagine

the pain you are feeling,
Mrs. Bridges.

- And she left all the beautiful

gamon and parsley the other day.

- It's just a question
of dignity.

- Yes.

And my dignity has been hurt,
Mr. Hudson, I can tell you.

Nothing hurts a cook's
dignity more than

chance remarks about her gravy.

- Oh, we all know what an
excellent cook you are,

Mrs. Bridges and we
all appreciate it.

But if Nanny Webster chooses
to fiddle about with her

good food, that then is Nanny
Webster's loss, not yours.

We don't want her to think that

she's getting the better of you.

- Oh, well, if you put
it like that ...

- Let her stew in
her own juices,

eh, Mrs. Bridges, not yours.

- That is the general
idea, Edward, yes.

- Perhaps you're right.

Yes.

- Good.

- But I'm having no
more special orders.

- You lot!

Honestly.

All you lot care about
is whether Nanny

wants the fat cut off her meat

or whether she likes your stupid
blackberry and apple tart.

- Such eloquence.

- Whether she's a fit
and proper person

to look after a little baby ...

- And we thought that
was your concern, Sarah,

your private territory.

- For all you lot care she
could be standing it on it's

head and feeding it neat
gin for all you lot care.

- Of course we all know
how much you do, Sarah,

how much you care.

- Yes, you do, Miss Roberts.

- Sarah!

I've just been discussing
the matter of one's dignity,

and Mrs. Bridges, being a
woman of sufficient experience,

understood what I
was talking about.

It does not enhance us as
servants to lose our dignity,

and I would remind you,
Sarah of that fact.

And I'm surprised I even need

mention it to you, Miss Roberts.

Now I want no more of this
time wasting squabbling

between certain persons, no
more of it, do you understand?

We've got a house to run.

We must make sure that
it is run efficiently.

- That means a little
baby's got to

learn to run efficiently.

- Sarah.

- So she can fit into your
neat pattern of things,

in your lovely well-run
household!

- Oh, Sarah, I've had quite
enough of your melodramtics,

you dramatize everything
quite out of proportion.

And since you're
constantly reminding us of

how you're no longer in the
employ of the kitchen floor,

I would be extremely grateful
if you confine your dramas

to the floor where they
belong, the nursery floor!

- Oh, you don't understand!

I am ...

[sobbing]

- And you can take that stupid
look of your face, Edward.

- Now then, little Lucy.

First of all we're
gonna soap you all over,

make you a nice, clean girl, eh?

That's right, now then.

We've got to rinse it all off.

Oops, ever so careful.

There you are.

Mind your head.

Ooh, that's nice, isn't it?

Have a little swim.

That's right, rinse it all off.

Don't wanna stay in too long,
you'll get cold, won't ya?

Now then, mind your
head, that's it.

There's a clever girl,
there you are now.

Oh, is that nice, eh?

Now you're a pretty
girl isn't ya?

When you grow up you're
gonna be the

prettiest girl in all
of Eaton Place.

You'll be a princess, marry a
prince if there's one going.

Should we sing a little
song, now eh?

Warm up.

♪ London Bridge is falling down,

♪ Falling down, falling down,

♪ London Bridge is falling down,

♪ My--

- I expressly told you
you were to have

nothing to do with that child.

- It's all right, Nanny!

- It is not all right.

I'll have you dismissed!

- But Nanny it's all
right, honestly.

- Give me that baby.

- Honestly, Nanny!

- Give me that ba ... [screams]

You stupid, clumsy girl!

- Yes.

Just as well I was
only practicing.

If only her ladyship were
home I could tell her.

- I've weighed out them raisins.

- She'd listen.

I could tell her,
she'd understand.

- Oh, fuss, fuss.

- No, Mrs. Bridges, you've no
idea what it's like up there.

- [derisive noise]

- Honestly, Mrs. Bridges,
I'm afraid

to leave that baby alone!

With her.

- [cooing happily]

[clock ticking]

- We won't let any harm
come to Baby, will we?

'Course we won't.

'Cause Nanny's looked
after you all, hasn't she?

-[Baby] [coos happily]

- For nearly 50 years.

There's Lady Marjorie,

that's Granny!

Granny.

And his young lordship,
and Uncle James,

and then Mummy, and
now Baby Lucy.

-[Baby] [crying]

- Oh, we want our
supper don't we.

Of course we do.

It must be getting late.

Oh dear, this room is so dismal.

We must have some more
light on here in the suite,

we shan't be able to
see what we're doing.

-[Baby] [crying angrily]

- All right, all right, love.

-[Baby] [crying]

- Don't seem to make
much difference.

Gas was much more satisfactory.

Now, what was I gonna do?

Oh, yes.

If only that wretched,
stupid girl

would leave everything ready.

If only she knew her job.

That's right.

[gasps]

'Twas only in odd
patches at first.

Just odd patches.

-[Baby] [crying angrily]

All right, my love,
Nanny's coming.

There, all right my pet,
don't you worry.

-[Baby] [crying angrily]

- No.

Nanny's here, oh
yes, there there.

Oh, dear, you're going
to do your own crying,

that's a good girl.

There.

There, Nanny will look
after you, won't she?

Just as she's looked
after all the rest.

-[Baby] [cooing]

- Yes, there.

-[Baby] [cooing]

[crying]

- Yes, and you need Nanny,
don't you my sweeting?

Yes.

You need Nanny, don't you?

There's a good girl.

-[Baby] [crying loudly]

- [groans sleepily]

-[Baby] [crying softly]

[knocking]

- Yes?

- Madam?

- Ah, Sarah!

Sarah, come in.

I feel just in the
mood for a chat.

- Madam--

- Ah, I'm so bored up here!

Now, how is everything.

- Well, that's what I
wanna talk to you about.

Everything, that is.

- Good, good, I'm just
in the mood to hear

everything talked about.

- Yes, well--

- How's the baby?

- The baby?

The baby's fine.

- Good!

She's still taking her
bottle all right?

- Yes, well--

- And you're managing better
with Nanny now, I can see--

- Well, not exactly.
- Sarah.

- That's what I wanna
talk to you about.

- Not again.

No more tales from the
nursery floor, please.

- They are not tales from
the nursery floor, madam,

they're tales concerning
your baby!

- Sometimes, Sarah, I find
you most dreadfully sullen.

Particularly when I'm in the
middle of such a good book.

- Oh, I'm sorry, madam.

Didn't mean your baby to
interfere with your good book.

- Not only sullen, Sarah,
but rather impertinent.

Because I agreed you should
help look after the baby

doesn't follow that I
agreed you should help

look after me as well.

- It's not that at all!

It's just ...

I love that little baby.

Like she was me own.

- You mean you'd like
to make her your own.

- No!

- Well you can't because
she's mine!

I'm sorry Sarah but I'm
just very tired, still.

And I'm tired of people
coming in and out of my room

all day long with various
stupid theories about babies

and what to do with them and
what not to do with them.

I'm just very tired still.

Perhaps you don't fully realize
just how tired one feels

after you've had a baby.

- I know how you feel.

And it's because of that
that I wanna make sure

that little Lucy's looked after

the way a baby should
be looked after.

Because I do know how you feel.

- I'm sorry, Sarah.

That was very thoughtless of me.

I should've remembered.

- There's naught left
to remember now.

- Tell me what's the matter.

- Well, ever so early this
morning, I heard the baby
crying,

so I crept down to
the night nursery,

and I seen the baby
lying there ...

- Now we got rid of all
our nasty windies.

We go back in our cot, shall we?

Yes, of course we will.

What a good baby it is.

What a silly old Nanny
we are, aren't we?

There, that's better, isn't it?

Now we'll have a good sleep--

- Nanny?

- [gasps] Oh, Elizabeth,
how you startled me.

- Hello, Nanny.

- Nanny likes people to
knock on the nursery door

before they come in.

It's essential for the
avoidance of accidents.

Well, coming creeping
into a room like that

can make something silly occur.

- Sorry, Nanny.

- Nursery discipline
is nursery discipline,

and everybody must observe it.

- Yes, Nanny.

- Now, once you give
in to one thing,

it's the foot in the door.

And a nursery can go downhill
faster than anything.

One moment law and order,
the next moment, chaos.

- Of course, Nanny,
I understand.

- Mm. Nanny would be
very surprised if you do.

Remembering your
idea of tidiness,

I should be very surprised
if you had a notion

of what I'm talking about.

- I do understand,
Nanny, really I do.

- You've never been one for
babies, have you, Elizabeth?

Other little girls loved
their dollies, but not you.

You'd always be rather
playing around with the dogs,

or clambering up trees.

And every Christmas your
poor father would bring you

beautiful dolls, pretty
as you could wish to see.

But they just sat on the
nursery shelf gathering dust.

Complete waste of money.

- Perhaps Lucy might
like all my old dolls.

- She might.

She has no daddy to
buy them for her.

- Nanny, Nanny I was--

- You know, in my opinion,
it was a great pity

about that business, Elizabeth,
a nice young man like that

and you couldn't be
happy with him.

- Nanny I did not come
here to talk about--

- Things aren't always
what we expect.

- I want to--

- Now, Nanny doesn't like
people standing about

in the nursery gossiping, so
I think it'd be just as well

if you were to go,
now, Elizabeth.

- Nanny.

- We must allow nothing to
interfere with nursery routine.

- I actually came to ask--

- Now run along, dear,
and Nanny will bring Baby

down to see you after tea.

- I shall be out.

- Oh, well that's
entirely your own affair.

As I said, you were never one
for playing with your dollies.

- Nice to see you back, my lady.

Sir.

- You must be bored stiff
with saying that, Hudson.

- Sir?

- Up and down to the country
like I don't know what.

Jack-in-the-box.

- How's everyone, Hudson,
the baby, how's little Lucy?

- Mama?

- Oh hello, darling.

- I must speak to you at once.

- Well, you look so much better,

doesn't she look
better, Richard?

- Mmm!

- Not nearly so tired.

Now, how--

- Mama, I have to speak to you,

it's a matter of great
urgency, really.

- Don't bother to
inquire after your

poor old grandfather, will you?

You might be in danger
of seeming concerned.

- I'm sorry, Papa, how is he?

- A little better,
but still very ill.

What's the matter, darling?

- Do we have to talk
about this in the hall?

Let's go inside.

- Well, what is this
matter of great urgency?

- It's Nanny and the baby.

- Nanny and the ...

My dear, I'm sure you'll
quite understand

if I retire to the club
at this moment.

I'll be back in time for dinner.

- Mama--

- Calm yourself darling
and sit down.

- I didn't believe Sarah
at first, but I do now.

- Didn't believe
Sarah about what?

- About Nanny.

You see, Sarah came to me and

said that Nanny wasn't suitable,

that she was too old
to look after a baby,

and naturally at first,
I thought--

- That she was jealous.

- Exactly.

- But I believe her now, because
I've seen it for myself--

- Darling--

- Mama, she can't even
carry the baby properly

without bumping into things.

I can't think why she
doesn't wear spectacles.

- She'd never admit
to needing them.

- The other night she
fell asleep with the baby

in her arms and Sarah found
her almost suffocating her!

- Nanny's always
been so reliable,

I just can't believe this.

- You'll have to send
her back to Southwold.

She's not fit to look
after a baby and

she's too old to be told.

- You tried telling
her, did you?

- Yes.

- Remembering your relationship
with her,

that must have been a
somewhat difficult task.

- She won't be told anything.

Least of all by me.

"Now, Elizabeth, you
know what you're like,

"and you never did like dolls."

As if that had anything
to do with it.

- I'll speak to her.

- Yes, but speak
to Sarah as well,

you must hear what
she has to say.

- I intend to hear what
they both have to say.

- She'll see you now, Nanny.

[clock ticking]

- Ah.

Come in, Nanny, dear.

- Now, Nanny has
a host of things

to do in the nursery, m'lady.

- Nevermind about them.

Come and sit down next to me.

Now, you like your coffee
nice and sweet, don't you?

- I've very little time for
sitting about gossiping.

- I know.

I've hardly had time to talk
to you since you arrived.

So I do feel a bit guilty.

Especially as there
seem to have been

one or two unforeseen
difficulties.

- Difficulties?

- Yes, I hadn't realized
there'd be

quite so many complications.

-[Nanny] That young
girl, that Sarah,

she's the only complication.

With her head full
of fiddle-faddle.

She'd be the bane
of any nursery.

- Yes, it must be a great
strain for you.

-[Nanny] Great strain indeed.

- Well, for someone like
you to have to cope with

all these extra complications.

- I'd be all right if
I could be left alone

to get on with my work.

If I could just be
left in peace.

- Nanny, dear, you see ...

I was afraid of this,

of it proving too much for you.

[cup and saucer rattling
awkwardly]

It was grossly unfair of me
to drag you out of retirement,

without explaining
properly that I ...

I only wanted you to
supervise, as it were--

- Supervise?

- Not to feel you had
to run the whole--

- Supervise?

I've been a Nanny all my life,

not a supervisor, whatever
that may be.

I nannied you when I was
hardly more than a girl.

- Yes.

- You were always beautiful.

The best of all my babies.

[china clinking loudly]

Oh, fiddly little china
you have nowadays,

there's nothing substantial
in this house.

- It was a wedding present,
Nanny, don't you remember it?

From Lord and Lady Salisbury.

-[Nanny] No.

Which reminds me, James
sent this from India,

for Lucy's Christening.

A little late, I'm afraid.

- What, ooh!

Ho, there, what is it?

- It's a ...

It's a teething ring, isn't it?

-[Nanny] Teething ring?

- There. You can take
it up to her, can't you?

- Very well, m'lady.

- It is going to be too much
for you, isn't it, Nanny?

With the stairs and everything.

And you see ...

We do really need someone
who's a little stronger.

- But, Lady Marg--

- Now, I know that you'd soldier
on without saying a word,

and I blame myself entirely

for not considering
all the problems.

Especially the stairs.

- You've been listening
to tittle-tattle child.

- It's thoughtless of
me to say the least

to expect you to manage those
on top of everything else.

- Everything else ...

Yes, the stairs, I'm afraid,
are a little much for me.

Of course, nursery maids are the

worst sort of gossip I know.

We had one at Southwold.

- I passed your cottage
when I was at Southwold.

It's so pretty.

And so convenient for you
to share with Miss Baines.

- That Miss Baines is an
extremely untidy old woman.

- And the roses are so
lovely at this time of year.

- [sniffs sadly]

- So ...

Thank you, Nanny.

Of course, I'll make all
the necessary arrangements.

- Yes. [sniffs]

Yes.

Of course, it is the
stairs, more than anything.

But, Baby needs me.

- Oh I'll bring Lucy to see you,

we'll all come and see you.

You were never clumsy.

- No.

- We'll come and see you.

- You've got your
corsets off again.

- Oh, Nanny.

- Are you coming
upstairs, madam?

- Upstairs, what for?

- To have tea with us.

Me and Lucy.

- Yes, alright.

- Goodbye, my pet.

- Goodbye, Nanny.

- I trust you'll have a
pleasant journey back, Nanny.

- Thank you, Hudson.

I'm glad to say I've always
been a good traveler.

Hmm, always.

[clock ticking]

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Closing Theme"]