All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S02E09 An Object of Value WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(slow instrumental music)

- What's this one?

- At.

(clapping)

- You be quiet.

(laughs)

This?

- Mat?

- Good!

That one?

- Bat.

- Ah, bats in the
belfry, eh, Ruby?

- Pay no attention.

- Hat.

- Very good!

- Ssss, ssss.

- Sat.

(laughs)

- It's raining sats
and dogs (laughs).

- Ed!

- What are they doing down here?

- Well, I was just putting
them to use, Ms. Roberts,

since they're a bit advanced
for the baby as yet.

-[Ms. Roberts] Well, they
both belong in the nursery.

You can't bring them down here.

Take them back this minute.

- Who's she giving orders to?

- She thinks she in
charge with Rose

and Mr. Hudson at the
memorial service.

(bell rings)

- Not any more, she isn't.

- Oh, my dear, would
you like to lean on me?

- Thank you, Richard,
I can manage.

- How's your breathing?
- Watkins drove too fast.

- Better.
- You must speak to him.

- Much too fast.

- Well, go on, I'll get
you some brandy, Mable.

- Oh, thank you.

Ah, that's better.

Oh dear, I am glad
it's all over.

- You were wonderful.

- Thank you, darling.

I could never have borne
it without you all.

- It was a lovely service.

- It was really stuffy.

- Yes it went very well.

- Humid weather, of course.

- Yes.

- The tributes were
particularly good.

- Robert Crew was very good.

Droned on a bit.

Who on earth asked that
dreadful man Gray

to speak for the liberals?

Was that your idea, Richard?

- It was discussed at
great length, Mable, dear,

and it was voted that
Walter's stature

was beyond ordinary
party politics.

Sir Edward did make that point.

Well, I don't think your
father would have liked it.

- Yes he would, mother.

He would have been
delighted at the compliment.

- What one found most
impressive was

the grief shown by
the common people.

So many of them openly weeping.

Would you like a rug,
Lady Southwold?

- No, thank you, Hodges.

(humming)

(woman singing)

- Oy, what do you think
you're doing?

- Oh, well there's a spoke
sticking out one of the wheels

in the pram and the wheels
won't go 'round properly.

- Well, I don't want it.

Now get it out of here.

- Well, you've got to mend it.

- Who said so?

- Well, somebody's go to.

Miss Elizabeth and the
babe will be back

from the seaside in
a few days' time

and I'll get into
trouble if it's--

- Alright, alright,
yes, alright.

Well, later, not now.

Leave it.

Not here, get it outside.

- Oh, you won't forget?

- No, I won't forget, now out!

- Don't push me.

What's the matter?

- Nothing, ta da.

- No, what's going on?

- Nothing.

Here.

(mumbles)

You'll make yourself
useful as you're here, eh?

Get me a bottle of
wine, will you?

- Where from, the wine merchant?

- Silly, you know where
from, in the cellar.

- Oh, you mean steal it?

- It's not a crown jewels,
it's a bottle of wine.

Nobody's gonna miss it.

- Mr. Hudson will.

He enters all the wine's that
drunk down in a special book.

- Well, look, here,

you enter it in the book, too.

You can copy his writing,
can't you?

- How am I gonna get
in the wine cellar, eh?

There's only two
people got a key.

Mr. Bellamy and Mr. Hudson.

- You borrow Mr. Hudson's key.

- How am I gonna do that.

- Well, where's he keep his key?

In his, eh, in his coat, right?

Where does he keep his
coat, in the servant's hall?

So you pick a moment, right,

get the key, into
the wine cellar,

get the wine, put it in
the book, put the key back,

you're back here in
less than five minutes.

- No.

Sorry, Thomas, I won't.

- What do you mean?

- I won't.

For one thing, I don't like
being taken for granted.

And for another, if I'm
gonna lose me job,

I might as well lose it
for something worth while.

Not for a bottle of wine
so as you can entertain

one of your lady friends.

- Hey, what are you
talking about lady friends?

There's no lady friends.

This is business.

- What business?

- Well, I can't tell you.

Not at the moment.

Ah, wouldn't interest
you, anyway.

Ah, look if I mend the pram,
will you get the wine for me?

- Oh, blackmail now.

- Oh, what do you want?

I'll give you a kiss
if you'd like.

- You save it for
your lady friend.

- I told you I don't
have any lady friends.

Only you.

Now I'm sorry if I offended you.

If I ask you nicely,
will you get the wine?

- If you ask me nicely.

- Oh, it was a wonderful
send off.

The abbey was full to
bursting, wasn't it?

Everybody was there.

Shoulda seen it Sarah.

- Wasn't asked.

- Oh, and beautiful flowers.

(crying)

Ah, good kindly gentleman.

- Wasn't he, Mrs. Bridges.

And a great statesman
and leader, too.

We could do with a
few like him today.

- Both their ladyships
so calm and dignified.

The rest of us sobbing
our hearts out.

- That was only to
be expected, Rose.

- Fill up this bottle, will you?

And take it up to Lady
Southwold's room.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Why, Mr. Hudson, why
shouldn't they cry?

It's only natural.

- It may be natural
to you, Sarah,

but when a member of
the nobility passes on,

ordinary folk look to his family

to set an example of
conduct for their own lives.

- Yeah, but why should
they have to?

We're all the same.

We'll all come to
dust in the end.

- (laughs) Come to dust.

I like that, Sarah,
coming from you.

- Edward, I'll ask
you to remember

the solemnity of this day.

- Can't help doing
that, Mr. Hudson.

Everybody's so depressing.

- Who sliced this cucumber?

- Oh, I left it to Ruby.

Mr. Hudson, I would have
have done it myself,

naturally, if it hadn't
been for the service.

- Edward, get Ruby in
here at once, please,

and fetch another cucumber.

(banging)

- Ruby.

(footsteps)

- Oh, thank you, Edward.

Ruby, come over here, my girl.

Mrs. Bridges.

- Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- Now, Ruby, take a
lesson from Mrs. Bridges

on the correct way to
slice a cucumber.

- Now, Ruby, never cut a
cucumber from the head.

Always start in the center, so,

then peel it, very,
very thinly, so.

- There, now, Ruby,
that's how it should be.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Edward, take this up to
the dining room, will you?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

(coughs)

- What you up to, Sarah?

- Nothing, Rose.

- Can I help you, Ms. Roberts?

- No.

- Is there something you
require of Lady Southwold?

- No, nothing, thank you.

- Then what are you
doing outside her room?

- Nothing, I happened
to be passing

and noticed the door open.

- Noticed the door was open,
then why didn't you shut it?

- I was on the point of it.

- You were not.

You were prying.

- I was doing no such thing.

- If you pardon me, you were.

- I was not and I don't know
what you're insinuating.

I have as much right to be
here as you have, Hodges.

I live here, don't forget.

- Kindly, do not refer
to me as Hodges.

I am Miss Hodges, Lady
Southwold's companion.

- Excuse me.

- Is that for Lady Southwold?

- Yes.
- I'll take it.

- I can manage it.
- Give it to me.

- Ah, Mr. Donaldson.

-[Mr. Donaldson] Hello, Watkins.

- Sorry, I didn't hear you
or I'd have come down sooner.

- That's alright.

All the doors were open,
so I just followed my nose.

A busy sort of room, isn't it?

- Aye, well, I'm not
very tidy, you know.

Where I keep all my things.

I will need a bit more
space, really.

- Quite, quite.

Glad to see you've taken
our last meeting to heart.

- Oh yes, yes.

- Studying those new designs.

- Aye, well of course, I've
still got a lot to learn.

- Yeah.
- Well, we all have.

Haven't we?
- Good, good.

Well then, shall we get on--

- Eh, not here, Mr. Donaldson.

Upstairs will be more
comfortable for talking.

- Up here?
- Yes, yes.

- Good.

- Yes, just up there.

- Well, Thomas, that's the
last time I do that for you.

Oh.
- Thank you, Sarah.

- Kindly don't refer to
me as Hodges, says she.

I am Miss Hodges, Lady
Southwold's companion.

- She said that?

No, she can't have cared
for that much.

- She didn't.

- Only dealings I've had with
her have been acrimonious.

- Ah.

- Well, last night, when
I prepared a lovely little

baked custard for
Lady Southwold,

she comes down and
says it's curdled.

- You couldn't curdle any
custard, Mrs. Bridges.

- Trouble with her, Rose,
is she don't know her place.

- Well, what is her place?

No one seems to know.

She's not down here with us.

- Well, she's not up
there with them, neither.

Though she thinks it is.

- Hm, sort of an in
between really.

- What I want to know is, Rose,

why Lady Southwold should
want a companion

before his lordship passes on.

I mean, in widowed, it's
quite understandable.

But before, seems a bit
suspicious to me.

- In what way suspicious,
Mrs. Bridges?

- I don't know, Rose.

If I did, it wouldn't
be suspicious, would it?

- Light runabouts, that's
what we must go for, Watkins.

- Yes, yes.

- Cut down the cost

and bring the motorcar
to the average man.

- Is it the right vintage,
Mr. Watkins?

- Ah, yes, thank you, Sarah.

Go away, will ya?

- I myself own a seven
horsepower Jarret, for instance.

I picked her up for a mere 150.

- Would you like me to help you?

- Ah, no, no, thank
you, I can manage.

Would you clear off?

Sorry, you were saying,
Mr. Donaldson.

- But of course racing's
the game we should be in

but the problem is the capital.

I mean, I've got the contacts.

Why only last year, I
was over in Diem Delage,

when the grand prix d'Vongerate.

- Oh, yes, with the single
cylinder Dion Budon engine.

- Yes, that's right.

She won at nearly
50 miles an hour.

She was a real little flyer.

- Ah, yeah, can I offer you a
glass of wine, Mr. Donaldson?

- Ah, that's very civil
of you, Watkins.

- Ah, is there anything else
I can get you, Mr. Watkins?

Some anchovy canopies or a
little pate de fois grois?

- No, no, thank you, Sarah,
that will be all, thank you.

- Well, then I'll be trotting
along then, if you're sure.

- Yes, yes, quite sure,
you trot along now.

- Thank you, sir.

- Does she go with the job?

- Oh, Sarah, she's just
a nursery maid.

- Is she, by day.

You seem to have
things good here.

- Oh, well, you know.

- Comfort and security.

I'm surprised you're even
interested in my little scheme.

- Well, you were good enough
to approach me, Mr. Donaldson.

And I was never one
for security.

(laughs)

- Nothing ventured,
nothing gained, eh?

- I don't know what you're
talking about, Rose.

I'm not seeing too much of him.

There's a spoke sticking
out of one of the wheels

in the pram and I asked
him to mend it.

Didn't stay long, he's
got a visitor.

- Visitor.

Who?

- I don't know, some
man, some business.

- Business, what business?

- I don't know.

- Here, roll that.

You wanna be careful, Sarah.

He is not your type, I
have told you that before.

- I know, he's flirty.

Well, I'm a big girl now
rose, I can look after meself.

I'm not gonna let Mr. Thomas
Watkins take advantage of me.

- You say that.

- Will you leave off
and stop nagging me?

- She's been asleep for
most of the afternoon,

but she's awake now, I think.

- Alright, thank
you, Ms. Hodges.

How are you feeling?

- Better.

I'm alright.

What time is it?

- About four o'clock.

- Goodness, too much sleep.

- You needed it.

Today was a great ordeal.

- I didn't dream about him.

Do you think he'd be hurt?

I didn't dream of anything.

Ah, dear, yes it was an ordeal.

But it was nice of all those
people to come, wasn't it?

He had no idea how many
people liked him.

- Oh, but he did, Mother.

I mean what about all
those letters he had

during the last months.

They were from all
over the world.

- He never lost his
sense of humor.

He used to ask me to
read aloud to him

from that awful biography
written by that young man

whose teeth were so bad.

"Oh," he'd say, "is that
how history will see me?"

(laughs)

Between ourselves, I don't
think he found it very funny.

- I wish I had known him better.

- Oh, my dear, he loved you so.

You were always his favorite.

Much more than your
brother Hugo.

He had such lovely
memories of the happy games

you used to play together.

- But I can't remember them.

I wonder if he made them up.

All those games he'd
wished we played

if only he had had the time.

- Darling, he wouldn't
have done that.

- Of course not, I
didn't mean that.

Ah, yes, Ms. Hodges with tea.

- Will you be getting up
for dinner, Lady Southwold?

- Of course.

- There's no need to.

- I must.

Grief is a luxury
one can't afford,

if one wants to carry on.

- Which dress shall I lay out?

- Well, I haven't much
choice, have I?

Unless I take to the purple.

I won't do that, it
might upset the servants.

Oh, you choose, Hodges.

And I want to wear my diamond
broach, the butterfly one,

that Lord Southwold gave me
on our wedding anniversary.

You remember the one, Marjorie?

- Yes, it's lovely.

- It'll come to you, in time.

He would have wanted that.

- Are you sure you brought
it, Lady Southwold?

I don't remember seeing it.

- Well, of course I brought it.

I never travel without it.

I saw it myself last
night, go and fetch it.

(laughs)

Poor Hodges.

I don't treat her very nicely.

- Well, she seems devoted.

- Well, I wonder she sticks me.

She's very useful at the ray
ray stations getting porters.

She plays a good game of rummy.

But she's such an awful snob.

And no conversation.

- It's not here, Lady Southwold.

- Nonsense, it must be.

Let me see.

Oh dear, the wrong glasses.

Marjorie, you look.

- No, Ms. Hodges is right,
it's not here.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

- Did you look on the
dressing table?

- Yes, I looked.

- Then it must have been taken.

- Doesn't she keep
the case locked?

- I think she felt that there
was no need, Mr. Bellamy.

I think she felt secure, here.

- Has the room been
thoroughly searched?

- Yes, and I've talked to
the staff at Southwold.

They can't find it there.

- In any case, Lady Southwold
is positive

she saw the broach here.

Quite late, last night.

- But you didn't think she'd
brought it, Ms. Hodges.

- I said I hadn't seen it,

which is not quite the
same thing, Mr. Bellamy.

- Well, if she did
see it last night,

then it most likely would
have been taken this morning

when we were at the abbey.

- You really think
it's been taken?

- It seems inconceivable it
could be any of our servants.

I suppose we must face
the possibility.

- Who was in the house
this morning?

- Well, Hudson, Mrs. Bridges
and Rose came to the service.

So that leaves Edward and
Ruby, Sarah and Robert.

- Has Hudson been informed?

-[Marjorie] No, not yet.

- Well, I'd better see him.

- I take it that the
police should be informed?

- No, no need for that
yet, Ms. Hodges.

We can usually settle
our own difficulties.

- But surely--

- And I don't think Lady
Southwold would wish it either.

- No, she's too upset
even to think about it.

And I better go up to her.

- If I may have a word
with you, Mr. Bellamy.

- Well.

- I didn't like to speak while
Lady Marjorie was present,

but I think I may be
able to throw some light

on this unfortunate affair.

- Yes, Ms. Hodges.

- I saw Ms. Roberts
outside the bedroom

just after we returned
this morning.

The door was open.

She could have been coming out.

She offered no adequate
explanation

when I asked her what
her business was.

- Well, couldn't she
simply have been passing?

(door shuts)

Thank you, Ms. Hodges.

- I thought you should know.

- Yes, thank you.

- Well, if you wanna
know what I think,

I think Ms. Hodges has taken it.

- Ms. Hodges?

- Supercilious woman.

- Well, she's the obvious
one, isn't she?

I mean, she's got every
opportunity she wants,

but she chose this morning to
put the blame on one of us.

- She's a clergyman's daughter.

- From Cromer.

- Ah, is she, Rose?

Who told you that?

- God told her.

- Edward.

- Lady Marjorie told
Ms. Roberts.

- I don't know what we're
all making such a fuss about.

We don't even know if
it's been pinched yet.

- Don't know if what's
been pinched yet, eh?

- Haven't you heard,
there's a broach stolen

from Lady Southwold's bedroom.

- Ah, is there?

- And we're all under suspicion.

- Not all of us, Ms. Roberts.

- Some of us above suspicion,
eh, Mrs. B?

- What do you mean, not
all of us, Mrs. Bridges?

I'd like to know what
you mean by that.

- Mrs. Bridges means
that some of us

were at the memorial
service this morning.

- Some of us have spent
17 years in this house

without a blot on
their character.

- Nobody's accusing
you, Ms. Roberts.

- Just a few discrete
questions, Hudson.

Not a full scale investigation.

I don't want alarm
a despondency.

Do you think you
can handle that?

- I'll do my best, sir.

- And if nothing comes to light,

we shall have to
call the police.

If only to appease the ladies.

But that must be a last
resort, do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

Oh come on, Hudson, don't
take it so personally.

- I'm sorry, sir, but
when a member of the staff

is openly accused of theft--

- Nobody was openly
accused of anything.

Ms. Hodges was just
simply trying to assist.

- Was she, sir?

- What do you mean?

Has there been trouble between
Ms. Hodges and the staff?

- Not trouble, no sir, but

there is a certain feeling
which may have been the cause.

- Well, that's for
you to discover.

- Very good, sir.

- And Hudson.

I want to be kept fully
informed of all developments.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, can't you put it
together again, Thomas?

I thought it would
have been easier

with all your mechanical skills.

- Ah, don't you worry
about me, love,

just get me a beer, will you?

From the bench, over there.

- Hope your business
friend don't drop by.

Won't be very impressed,
will he?

Not if you're gonna mend
his motor cars for him.

- Who said that's what
I was gonna do?

- Well, that's what you
were discussing, ya?

- Sharp little ears
you've got, haven't you?

- Ouch!

- Yes, I've always noticed
your sharp little ears.

- There's no need to
get personal, Thomas.

- Isn't there?

Well, that's what you're
doing, innit,

getting into my personal
affairs.

- When one is used, Thomas,
as you have used me,

one's got a bloody
right to know.

- Use you?

Well, I don't know
what you mean.

- I mean the wine.

- Oh, that.

- Oh, that, yeah.

Wasn't easy, you know.

Nearly got caught.

And if I had been, I'd
been branded as a thief.

They might have thought
I took the broach,

yeah, think of that.

- He's been in his
pantry a long time.

What's he writing in there?

Does he still want
to see us, Rose?

- That's what he
said, didn't he?

- Well, I'm not staying up
all night waiting on his time.

- He thinks he's
Sherlock Holmes.

He'll be playing
his violin next.

- You're familiar with
works of Sir Arthur, Edward?

- Sir Arthur Edward?

- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the
creator of Sherlock Holmes.

You've graduated from
Petty Dreadfuls

to the Strand Magazine,
have you?

- No, Mr. Hudson.

Then I'd advice you to
stop making references

to things you're ignorant
of, my boy.

Come in here with me.

I won't keep you waiting
long, Ms. Roberts.

Now, don't be frightened,
Edward.

I just want you to tell
me, quite simply,

what you did while we were
at the Abbey this morning.

- What I did, Mr. Hudson?

Well, nothing, honest.

- You did nothing?

Didn't you go about your duties?

- Oh, yes, I did those,
I did my duties.

- Were you on your own
for any of the time?

-[Edward] Some of it, yes.

- Upstairs?

- Yes.

But I never went near
Lady Southwold's bedroom.

I had no need to go near it.

- Did you know of anyone who
did go near it for any reason?

- Um.
- Think hard now, Edward.

- Well, Rose, well I
mean she would have to

earlier to make the beds.

- Apart from Rose.

No one?

- No, Mr. Hudson.

I was down here most
of the time with Sarah.

- Sarah.

- Yeah, she was teaching
Ruby to read

with those colored bricks.

You know, the ones
with letters on.

Oh, she went up and brought
them from the nursery.

(laughter)

- Oh, there you are Sarah.

Mr. Hudson wants to see you.

- Me, Rose, what about?

- What do you think it's about?

- Sorry it wasn't
finished earlier.

You can have it in the
morning, alright?

- Hurry up, don't
keep him waiting.

- Well, what can I
do for you, Rose?

Something on your mind?

- Sarah.

- Oh yeah?

What about her?

- She's spending too
much time over here.

Mr. Hudson don't approve.

- Oh, doesn't he?

Now, why is that?

- Well, she's neglecting
her duties.

- Ah, come on, Rose, she
doesn't have any duties

with Ms. Elizabeth and
the baby away at sea.

She's bored.

She comes here for a bit
of company, that's all.

- Well, nothing to do with me.

I'm not concerned.

- Aren't you?

- It's Mr. Hudson.

She might be in trouble,
that's all.

I didn't think you'd want that.

- Oh, I don't think either
of us would want that,

would we, Rose, caring
for her the way we do.

- What do you mean?

What did you mean by that?

- What'd I say, Rose?

No more.

Don't mind if I have
a wash, do you?

I'm a bit grimy.

Only had a cat lick, yesterday.

- I can't make you out,
Thomas Watkins.

I don't understand you.

Still you always was twisty.

- Twisty?

- Mm, in Greenwich,
before you'd come here.

Always got your own way.

- I didn't get you, did I?

- No.

That's cause you didn't
really want me.

- Didn't I?

- Look, all I'm saying is
don't ruin Sarah's life.

She's made some mistakes
in the past,

but she's made up for them.

And now, just when she's
got things straight,

she don't want you to
go leading her astray.

Do you understand?

See, Sarah's like
a sister to me.

And I don't want to see
her getting hurt.

Not by somebody like
you, anyhow.

- Nice sisterly concern,
you're showing to, innit?

By leading her astray,
I take you mean

going to bed with her, do you?

- That and other things.

- What other things?

What other things?

- There's a broach missing,
in case you haven't heard.

It was stolen this morning when

we was at the memorial service
and Sarah was in the house.

- There were others.

- Who, Edward and Ms. Roberts?

But she is the obvious
one, isn't she?

- Well, she would be pleased
to hear you say that,

wouldn't she, eh?

Her sisterly best friend.

You think she stole it for
me, do you, is that it?

You think I made her?

You've got a nasty mind, Rose.

A nasty, dirty little
mind and you take it

out of here fast before
I lose my temper.

- Ah, I just hope that--
- Get out of my room!

- Honestly, Mr. Hudson,
I didn't know

I was doing wrong
bringing it down.

I thought I was doing
something worthwhile

for once in me life.

I mean sitting up there
all day long doing nothing

and Ruby can't read.

- Alright, Sarah.

- Ms. Roberts, would you
come with me, please?

- What has that vicious
woman been saying about me?

- I beg your pardon,
Ms. Roberts?

- What lies has she
been spreading?

- Who?

- That Ms. Hodges, of course.

I didn't go in the room,
I only looked in to see

if there was anyone there.

I didn't take anything.

It's her, she had the
opportunity, she did it

and now she's trying
to blame me.

Has anyone questioned her?

- Now, please, calm yourself,
Ms. Roberts.

Sit down.

- Or is she too high and mighty.

Protected by the church, perhaps
being a vicker's daughter.

She comes into this house.

Does anyone know anything
about her?

Has anyone checked her past?

Oh, they do, you know, I know
these companion creatures.

- They do what?

- Attach themselves
to the aristocracy

and ingratiate themselves.

It's the money they're after,
it's only the money they want.

- Ah, but she's been
with Lady Southwold

for over 10 years, Ms. Roberts.

- 10 years.

And how long have I been
here, Mr. Hudson?

Nearly 17.

Does that count for nothing?

Is my whole life to
be tossed aside

on the word of some
scheming stranger.

- Oh, please, Ms. Roberts.

- What's going on in there?

What's all that catawolding
about?

- Oh, it's, ah, Ms.
Roberts, Mrs. B.

- She's being questioned
by Mr. Hudson.

- Questioned?

(crying)

- What on earth could
have possessed Hudson?

Was he out of his mind?

- My dear, he was acting
under my instructions.

- Your instructions?

What instructions?

And why wasn't I informed?

- He was making discrete
inquires among the servants
and--

- Discrete inquiries.

- Just let me finish.

Before Hudson could
ask Roberts a question,

she became hysterical
and quite out of control.

- That's Hudson's version,
I suppose.

-[Richard] It's the truth.

- Richard, he accused
her of theft.

- He didn't, it was that
dreadful woman, Hodges.

Your mother must get rid of her.

- Well, that's for
mother to decide, surely.

Meanwhile, I'm left with a
badly upset Roberts on my hand.

It's most inconvenient.

She'll have to be sent to
the country to get over it.

-[Richard] You really
believe she's innocent?

- Well, of course, do you
think I don't know my own maid?

- Well, who in God's
name has taken it?

- We'll leave that for
your sleuth to find out.

(sighs)

- Hello?

- Hello.

- Oh, sorry, didn't
know you've gone to bed.

- Ah, no, it's alright,
I'm just reading.

- Reading?
- Yeah.

- Reading.

- Motor Carriages.

- Well, do yo understand
all that?

- Well, I'm beginning to,
like the rest of the world.

Now what do you want?

You could get into trouble

coming in here this
time of night.

- Trouble?

Who from?

- Well, I was thinking
of Mr. Hudson, actually.

- Oh, I can handle him.

- You're very chirpy.

Do you want some cocoa?

- No, no thanks, just had some.

What are these?

- They're peppermints.

Now what do you want?

- Nothing!

Just came to tell you
they caught the thief.

- Oh, have they?

- It was Ms. Roberts.

She confessed to Mr. Hudson.

You should have heard
her carry on.

Screaming the place
down, she was.

I'm surprised you didn't
hear it up here.

- Yeah, well, I was reading,
you know, like I said.

- Oh, yeah.

Funny it should be
Ms. Roberts, eh?

I mean, what's she
have to gain by it?

She wouldn't know how
to get rid of the broach

and if she did, what would
she do with the money?

Don't like her much but
I feel sorry for her.

What a life, eh?

All them years of devoted
sewing and hairdressing

and packing, nowhere to go.

Just a lonely old spinster,
poor old cow.

They say it makes you
peculiar, going without--

- Is that what they say, now?

- No.

- What do you mean?

That's what you came
for, isn't it?

You didn't come to tell me
about lonely old spinsters

with light fingers.

I mean, that sort of
thing could have waited

til the morning, couldn't it?

It's provocation coming
into a man's bedroom

this time of night.

- It's not late, it's
only nine o'clock.

- Early to bed, early to rise.

- What will Rose say?

- Rose?

- She'll miss me, she'll
wonder where I am.

- Well, look, you don't have to

stay the whole night, do you?

- That's true.

- Here, hang on a minute,
what's the rush?

Here, take it easy.

Easy, that's better.

- She'll find out.

- What?
- Rose.

She'll find out,
I know she will.

I can't keep nothing from her.

- What does it matter,
she's not your keeper.

What's it matter if the
whole world knows, eh?

- You wouldn't mind?

- How do you mean?

- You love me?

You're not ashamed of me?

- No, no, why should I be?

- Oh, come on, then.

- Sarah couldn't do
it, not on her own.

Of course, she could be
persuaded into it,

by another influence.

- Another--

what do you mean, Rose?

- Come on, speak your
mind, my girl.

- Well, she's been
keeping a lot of company

with Mr. Watkins, lately.

- Thomas?

Whatever gave you that idea.

- It's no idea, Mrs.
Bridges, there's evidence.

Mr. Watkins has had a
visitor down at the garage.

A man.

- Oh, now you mention it,

I do remember seeing a strange
man coming out of the garage.

- You think Sarah might
have taken the broach

and given it to Mr. Watkins.

- Who, in turn, would
pass it on to a criminal

in the underworld.

- She means a fence.

- Oh, why would Sarah help him?

Is she in love with him?

- I don't know about that.

But they are definitely
very chummy.

- Then fetch Mr. Watkins,
will you, Rose?

I want to talk to him.

- At this time of night?

- Oh yes, it is a wee bit late.

I'll see him in the morning,
first thing.

I don't know Mrs. Bridges.

I don't seem to know
my staff anymore.

- Four brothers, three sisters.

I was number five to appear.

- They must miss you.

- No.

No, because I blotted
my copy washing.

Went off on my own,
let the side down.

"Good riddance," was the cry
I heard ringing in my ears.

My oldest brother,
Quinn, used to own

a bicycle shop where
I used to work.

"I would come back
and buy you out

"so you can retired prematurely

"and sit on your back
side, you lazy bastard."

That was my parting shot.

So it's pride, you see.

- Yeah.

That's like me in this house.

I left through the
front door once,

and I swore I'd show
her, but I didn't.

They found me in the
street and brought me back

like a bleeding lost dog.

- Yeah, well they won't
do that with me.

- You're going?

- Yeah.

Yeah, this man Donaldson, his
father owns the garage I take

the Rolls Royce for fitmans.

They noticed me.

I impressed him and
we got to talking

and he wants to open
up on his own.

He's a skilled mechanic,
but it won't just be that.

He wants to go into teaching

and extend his interest
to racing.

No saying where it
might lead to.

Partnership is what
he hinted at.

So, that's what he was
doing down here, see?

- You like it here.

- Ay, but it doesn't
stretch me, see love?

I mean I'm only 33 already
and top of my line.

Chauffer, dead end.

I'm bored.

No chance to use my brains
and I've got brains.

- When you ... when
you gonna go?

- On about Christmas, if
everything goes to plan.

- What about us?

- Us?

How do you mean?

- What about us?

- Well, I don't know.

Have to see how it goes.

Whenever everything
goes alright,

you could come with me.

- Ruby, it's green Dutch sauce
for luncheon this morning,

so hurry up with that and
come and pound the parsley.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, Edward, out of my way,

I'm busy.
- Sorry.

Hey, what's going to
happen to Ms. Roberts?

- She's gone to St. Orbans
for a few days

to stay with a friend.

- Is she coming back?

- I don't know.

- Edward, fetch out
the potatoes.

Ruby, hurry up and come
and pound that parsley.

-[Edward] Morning, Sarah.

- Morning.

- Where was you last night?

- What do you mean?

I was in bed same time as usual.

- No you wasn't, not
to start off with,

cause I looked in your room.

- Oh, spying on me, was you?

- No, just wanted to
have a word with you

and you wasn't there.

- Ah, I went for a stroll.

- Unaccompanied?

- Of course, it's not
a crime, is it?

There's a full moon.

- You want to be careful Jack
the Ripper don't get you.

- Haven't you got any
work to do, Sarah.

- No, Mr. Hudson, I'm
on holiday 'til

Miss Elizabeth and
the baby get back.

- Here, do this.

I've got all them
gloves to stretch.

-[Tom] Good morning,
Mrs. Bridges.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Good
morning, Tom.

-[Tom] Morning, Edward.

-[Edward] Thomas.

-[Tom] Morning Ruby.

-[Ruby] Morning.

- Morning, Sarah.

- Oh, good morning, Thomas.

- Rose.

Morning, Mr. Hudson.

- I want to see you,
Mr. Watkins.

- Now?

Well I'd say it's not very
convenient, at the moment,

Mr. Hudson, I've got
to take the motorcar

to the garage for a fitment.

Mr. Bellamy wants
it at 11 o'clock.

- This won't take long.

- What now, Mr. Hudson,
what can I do for you?

- I understand you had
a visitor yesterday?

- Oh, did I?

Now, who told you that?

- What was his business
with you?

- Well, now, Mr. Hudson,
I don't see

how that's any business
of yours.

It's a free country.

I can entertain who I'd like.

- Not if it involves the
security of this household,

you can't.

- I'm not sure I'm with
you there, Mr. Hudson.

You mean, you fear he might
be a fire raiser or something?

- Don't try and be
clever with me.

Tell me who he is.

- No, no, I won't, Mr. Hudson.

- Why not?

- Because I don't choose to
and I don't see you have any

right to ask me.

- Then I must draw my own
conclusions, Mr. Watkins.

- You can draw whatever
damn conclusion you'd like,

it's of no interest to me.

- She was only doing her duty.

She saw your maid behaving
suspiciously.

She told Richard.

What happened after
that was not her fault.

- Well, I'm sorry, Ms.
Hodges, if I upset you.

- Well, we don't want
any unpleasantness.

I quite realize that I
am being an encumbrance.

I think we'd better leave.

- No, mother.

- I think it best.

This whole business
has been conducted

most unfortunately.

I blame you, Richard, largely.

The police should have
been informed.

There should have been
a proper investigation

and by this time the culprit
would have been behind bars.

Instead, he's running free.

Marjorie has upset Hodges.

I'm upset and everything's
in a turmoil.

- I'm sorry you feel
that way, Mable, dear.

I brought you some
comforting news.

If the broach is not recovered,
the insurance is in order.

- Insurance.

What comfort is that to me?

The value of that broach
cannot be measured in money.

Pack our cases, Hodges.

- Mother, I insist
you can't leave.

You have no where to go.

- I have plenty of places
to go, Marjorie.

I should go to Barrets
and have a rest.

- Barrets is too hot
this time of year.

- I shall stay in the shade.

Come on, Hodges.

- Oh dear.

- Let her do as she wishes.

She's bound to be a little
irrational at this moment.

I'm amazed she took that woman
Hodges' side against you.

- That's easy to see.

She knows it's Hodges, not us,

she's going to need from now on.

- Yes, Hudson, what is it?

- If I might have a
word with you, sir?

-[Richard] Yes, what about?

- About the investigation.

There's been a development.

- Well, you can tell
me later, Richard.

I'd better go and
talk to mother.

- A development?

- Concerning Mr. Watkins, sir.

- Thomas?

- Yeah.

- Mr. Bellamy wants to see ya.

- Ah, well, he'll have to wait.

- No, Thomas, it's urgent.

- What's it about?

-[Sarah] I don't know
but Mr. Hudson said

to come and get you quick.

- Oh, I have Donaldson
coming in five minutes.

- I'll look after him for ya.

- Ay.

Yeah, give him some of
that wine, will you?

- Do you want me to
take him upstairs

or stay down here with him?

- No, take him upstairs.

There's no room to move
down here with this

bloody perambulator.

- Alright, I'll go have
a little tidy up, then.

- Ay, there's a good girl.

- Oh, hello, Mr. Donaldson,
I was expecting ya.

- Hello.

Sarah, isn't it?

- Yeah, that's right.

Mr. Watkins had to pop
out for a few moments.

He shouldn't be long.

Can I offer you a little
drop of wine?

(knocking at door)

- You wanted to see me, sir?

- Yes, Watkins, come in.

Now then, what's all
this about a visitor?

-[Tom] A visitor, sir?

- Yes, yes, man, come on,
now don't waste my time.

Hudson says this fellow's
been coming to see you.

Now, who is he?

- Just a friend, sir.
- A friend?

What do you mean?

What sort of friend?

- He's just a friend.

- Watkins, a very valuable
broach has been stolen

from this house.

- Yes, I know that, sir.

- A suspicious character
is seen to visit you.

You won't say who he is.

- Oh, I'm beginning to
understand, sir.

You think and Ms. Roberts
had a league together.

She's steals the broach, gives
it to me, and I get rid of it

through one of my underworld
connections.

Yes, that's a plausible
theory sir.

- Don't be so damned inpugnant.

Watkins, I am giving
you every chance.

- Yes and that's just
what I don't like.

If you forgive my
saying so, sir.

A feeling of a need
to justify myself

when I consider there's
no cause.

Now I haven't been here
long, like some,

I know that, but I think I've
done some good service here.

Handled a few difficult
situations.

Earned myself a bit of credit.

But if you don't think so, sir,

I think the best thing
for all concerned

is for me to hand
in my resignation.

- No, no, Watkins, don't
be so sensitive.

I have no complaints about
your work or your conduct.

But in cases like this, we
have to explore all avenues.

- The man in question is
called Donaldson, sir.

Son of Mr. Donaldson,
proprietor of the garage,

who I believe is known
personally to you.

- Young Archie?

- We share an interest in the
latest type of motorcar, sir.

He's integrity's not in
question, is it, sir?

- What exactly do you
mean, Mr. Donaldson?

- Oh, I think I've made
myself quite clear, haven't I?

- But you led him to understand

that you was gonna offer
him something.

- Well, yes, it is an offer,
subject to negotiation.

-[Hudson] Oh, my lady.

- Yes, Hudson.

- There's a gentleman
from Cartier's to see you.

- From Cartier's?

- Forgive my intrusion, my lady.

But your husband came
to see us this morning

about a diamond broach
belonging to your mother,

Lady Southwold.

- Yes?

- He said it was missing,
possibly stolen,

and he was inquiring
about the insurance.

- Yes, is there some problem?

- About the insurance?

No, no, no.

- Watkins, we shall need
the motor this evening.

- Very good, sir.

- Richard, someone's here from
Cartier's about the broach.

- Oh, come in, come in.

- I have it here, sir.

Lady Southwold left it with
us to have a stone reset.

That's why we were puzzled
by your inquiry, sir.

She left it about a week ago.

It was, in fact,
ready yesterday,

but we decided not to deliver it

in view of Lord Southwold's
memorial service.

- Thank you, thank
you very much.

- She must have forgotten,
I expect,

what with her sad bereavement.

- Yes, yes, thank you.

- Well, well, Mr. Hudson.

It's not the first time
you've had it in for me.

Lucky for you, I'm a
forgiving man, isn't it?

- You will, you know.

- Oh, no you won't.

I won't let you.

I love him.

I love --

- Hello, Thomas.

- Let go of her.

- But we were just--

- Let her go!

- She's only the servant
girl, isn't she?

Fair game.

Well, I must be on my way.

I have another appointment,
I'm afraid.

You shouldn't have kept
me waiting, you know.

(punching)

(yelling)

(crashing)

(grunting)

(glass breaking)

(grunting)

(breaking)

(grunting)

(yelling)

- Honestly, Rose!

He was a brute.

He had me pinned down
on Thomas's own bed.

He had my frock half off.

- Well, I don't see
any torn bits?

- No, well, I mended it.

And then, Thomas come in,

and I have never before seen
such a look on any man's face.

It was plain cold fury.

- Why?

- Why, why, Rose?

- Why plain cold fury?

- Because he ... he respects me.

- Poo.

- He does, Rose, he respects me.

And he saw that my
honor was in danger

from his brutish
business partner.

- What about his business?

- I don't suppose he'll
be leaving, now?

- No, not this time.

But one day, Rose.

One day, he will.

(upbeat music)