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("Theme from
UpstairsDownstairs" by
Alexander Faris")

(doorbell ringing)

- Miss Elizabeth.

- Oh, Rose, take these
before I drop them all.

- Very good, madam.

- Any news of Edward?

- Hospital said he broke
his leg in three places.

- Oh, those kitchen
stairs are a deathtrap.

- I know.

- Lady Prudence is collecting
those when she comes to tea.

- All right.

Everything all right
Chez Madam Yvonne?

- Fine, thank you, Rose,
except that some people

seem to think it unnecessary
to pay for what they buy.

- Eh, you should get
the police on them.

- Commit half the peeresses
into Brechter Prison,

I wouldn't mind.

Oh, whose hat?

- Beg pardon?

- Who has left and
extremely shiny silk hat

on the hall table?

And a somewhat elaborate cane?

- Mr. Bellamy has a visitor,
madam, in the drawing room.

- Well, he should know better.

- Who is it?

- Mr. Karekin.

- Mr. Karekin is hardly
a visitor, Rose.

- No, madam.

- But of course we're
in your debt, Karekin,

very much so, as my wife
you when I left her,

but you must remember,

I'm only a humble member
of the opposition.

- Who nevertheless held
office under the crown.

-[Richard] True.

- And son-in-law to the
late Earl of Southwold.

- Yes but that fact does not
empower me to grant honors.

Only Mr. Asquith can
recommend that--

- Julius!

Nobody told me you were here.

-[Richard] Elizabeth, we
are discussing business.

- Julius and I are partners
in business.

The hat business.

- Yes, my dear, but
these are matters of

rather more importance
than ladies hats.

- Oh, are they?

I'm sorry, I'll go away then!

- I shall take you to lunch
at the Ritz if you wish.

- I'm lunching today,
thank you, Julius.

- Then I shall call and see
you later at the shop if I may.

- By all means do.

I'll not disturb you
any further, excuse me!

- As was saying, there's
little I can do for the moment.

Especially since the
House rose yesterday

for the spring recess.

- All the same if my offer could

eventually reach the ears
of the party treasurer...

- I'll do what I can.

I can't say more.

Um, tell me Kireken, what
exactly are your politics?

- In what sense?

- You have friends in
the liberal party,

yet you offer to finance
the conservatives.

Are you, by any chance,
backing two horses at once?

- I'm a foreigner,
Bellamy, I'm not impressed

by your English two
party system.

- Only for your own personal
advancement.

-[Kireken] Quite.

- Your frankness
does you credit.

- Thank you.

- Nevertheless, in this
country, gentlemen are expected

to favor only one
political cause at a time.

As they would favor only
one woman at a time.

- True, Bellamy, but as
I'm constantly reminding

your charming daughter,

I am no gentleman.

- Quite.

- It was good of you
to receive me.

- Not at all.

Hudson, Mr. Kireken's leaving.

Can I call you a cab?

- Thank you, no, I have my car.

- Good morning, Lady Marjorie.

-[Lady Marjorie] Ah,
Mr. Kireken, how nice.

- Mr. Kireken is
leaving, my dear.

Are you just in or going out?

- On my way out to the Times
Book Club in Widmore Street.

- Might I perhaps drive
you there in my motorcar?

- Oh, how kind of you.

You're sure it's not
out of your way?

Hudson I'll be back to luncheon,

and we're expecting Lady
Prudence for tea.

-[Hudson] Very good, my lady.

- Well, she could not
marry him anyway.

Not while she's still
married to Mr. Kirbridge.

- In name only.

- That's all it ever
was, name only.

- Oh, no, she couldn't
marry him!

- Of course you'd
think not, indeed.

Marry a man like that?

- Like what, Miss Roberts?

- Like Mr. Kireken.

- Well, he's rich.

Very attractive.

Kind and thoughtful.

- Hmph.

Put a turban on his
head and he'd be

out of The Arabian Nights.

- (laughs) That's
right, Arabian.

One of them Eastern potentates

with a different wife in
every port. (chuckles)

- I think you'll find that
Mr. Kireken is Armenian,

Mrs. Bridges, not Arabian.

- Oh, well, it's all the same.

All coffee colored, oily hair
and rings on their fingers.

- And bells on their toes.

- (cackles)
(bell ringing)

- And bells to answer.

Joan, front door.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, that'll be the postman.

- Oh.

Can't really see myself wearing
this in the royal enclosure.

Can you?

- Well it is a bit gaudy,

but it gives you a
certain authority.

- Authority?

Ha, the authority of a madam
over her girls, I should think.

Well that looks a bit better.

It's a bilious color though.

- Hope these are on approval.

- Oh, dear me, yes.

I sent word to Elizabeth
by Agatha to let us have

a few hats to try on for
the dear child's wedding.

-[Lady Marjorie] Isn't it
funny we've never met Clive.

- Oh, Clive's all right.

Family's clergy yeoman
farmers mostly.

But there's no money there.

I've warned the girl,
she may have to rough it.

- Yes Joan?

- The afternoon post m'lady.

- Thank you.

Pianos to...

James!

- Ooh, how exciting.

- You can take the
tea things, Joan.

-[Joan] Very good, m'lady.

- It's from the ship,
posted at Brindisi.

- On his way home?

- Yes, from India.

"We dock at Tilbury on May
5th," that's next week.

"Hope to be home in
time for dinner,

"am bringing Phyllis."

- Phyllis?

Marjorie, he's not...

- "Am bringing Phyllis Kingman
home with me for a few days,

"before she goes to Leamington
to stay with her aunt.

"She's a topping girl,
marvelous horsewoman,

"and a good looker. I'm sure
you and father will like her.

"I hope you do because I
already popped the question.

"Going through the Suez Canal,
actually, and she said yes,

"so we're sort of..."

- Engaged!

- "Engaged."

- Will there be anything
further, m'lady?

- No, thank you, Joan.

- Is there any more?

- They're looking forward
to getting home,

"How are all at Eaton Place,
your loving son, James.

"P.S. I forgot to
mention that Phyl's pater

"is a Major in the Army
Veterinary Corps,

"awfully nice chap and first
rate with polo ponies."

- Well, Marjorie dear,
I better leave you

and get these wretched
hats home.

- Well, at least she's
not a servant.

Let's hope she's not pregnant!

- Hardly likely with
her father a vet.

- A horse doctor?

- That's right.

- A veterinary surgeon
is qualified to look

after sick animals
of all kinds, Joan.

- I know, Mr. Hudson, but in
the army he sees to the horses.

I mean they don't have goats
and pigs in a cavalry regiment,

they have horses.

- Now don't be flippant,
my girl,

I'll have to send you
out of the room.

- What's more important is
what sort of girl is she?

If she's a decent girl her
father can be a chimney sweep.

- Hoo, that's a change
of tune coming from you,

Miss Roberts.

- I gave up hope years
ago, Rose, of Captain James

every marrying into
the nobility.

- Not after Sarah, eh.

- Let's have a wee bit
of respect now, please.

If Captain James has
chosen a fiance,

she will be entitled to
recognition by the staff

of this house whatever our
private feelings may be.

Now get on with your
tea, all of you.

- Corsets top drawer,
left hand side,

corset laces, top drawer,
right hand side.

Camisoles second drawer,
left hand side,

drawers, second drawer,
right hand side.

All petticoats laid out neatly
in the third drawer down,

and all stockings put in
a silk bag next to them.

Well?

- Hasn't Miss Lizzie
got nice things?

- Mmm, she has.

Not as nice as her Ladyship,
of course,

but then she's older.

And it's Mrs. Kirbridge until
you've been here a bit longer.

- Yes, I see, Rose.

- I only call her Miss
Lizzie 'cause I been

looking after her ever since...

Well.

Ever since she was Miss Lizzie.

Corsets top drawer,
left hand side.

- Done that.

- Corset laces, top
drawer, right hand side.

- Done that.

- Camisoles second drawer,
left hand side.

Drawers second drawer,
right hand side.

All petticoats laid out neatly
in the third drawer down,

and all stockings put
in a silk bag...

next to them.

(sighs)

- Um, what dress shall I put out

for Mrs. Kirbridge for dinner?

- Oh, I don't suppose she'll
have time to change now,

it must've gone half past seven.

- Shall I turn her
bed down, then?

- Might as well, just in case.

- In case of what?

- In case...

Nevermind.

- Well this is her bed.

I mean, she does sleep here.

- Never know these days.

- What?

- Nothing.

Get out her night dress,

you'll find it in
the bottom drawer.

Lay it neatly on the
chair with her negligee,

and slippers

facing outwards.

- Why?

So she can slip into them easy.

If you're gonna be
a lady's maid you

got to learn all the
little tricks, haven't ya?

- I'm not sure I wanna
be a lady's maid.

- And draw the curtains
on the landing!

- Yes, Rose!

(someone knocking at the door)

- I'm sorry if I startled you.

Did you think, perhaps
I was a thief,

trying to break into the
shop and steal the cash?

- There's precious little
cash to steal, Julius.

Besides you said this
morning you were coming.

- But, uh, not this late.

I've kept you waiting.

- I wasn't waiting for
you, I was working.

Trying to tidy up this
wretched desk.

There's no time for
it during the day.

- How is trade?

- It's all right.

- Outstanding accounts.

Many?

- A few.

- Lady Applebey, 14 pounds.

The Honorable Mrs. Charles
Ravens, 1,269 pounds,

twelve and six!

October the 15th.

Do you mean to say this woman

hasn't paid her account
for six months?

Mrs. Winnow.

Lady Joan Cray.

The Viscountess de Vernay.

I don't call that a few.

Why hasn't your electricity
account been paid since...

Last January!

- I've no idea.

Did you come here simply
to criticize

my running of the business?

- The object of running
a business, Elizabeth,

is to make money, is it not?

Anyway, I came here to ask you,

since you declined my
invitation to lunch,

if you will accept my
invitation to dine this evening.

Now.

- I'm not dressed to
dine, I'm very grubby,

and I'm rather tired.

-[Kireken] As you wish.

- Who's Lady Blanche Compton?

- Lady Blanche Compton,
why do you ask?

- Because Jeanette told
me that while I was

taking some hats home
this morning,

where incidentally
you were closeted

for some unknown reason
with my father,

that a certain Lady
Blanche Compton came in

to choose three hats
for herself.

The account to be sent
to a Mr. Julius Kireken

at Albany, Piccadilly.

- Well?

- Well.

I wondered if she might
be some relative of yours.

- No you didn't.

You wondered if she were
an old or new ladyfriend.

Well the answer to
that is, quite new.

I met her at a bridge
party last week.

She's the younger daughter
of a marquis.

- So within a few months
of our meeting,

you buy three hats from
my shop for another woman?

-[Kireken] Why not?

- What sort of a man are you?

- A philanderer.

- Then what do you want from me?

-[Kireken] A friendship.

- Are you sure it isn't the
friendship of my parents,

for what they can do for you?

I was foolish and naive enough

to think I was being loved
for myself, but I wasn't.

Was I?

Every kindness you've
shown me, every kiss,

every caress, has
been calculated.

To further your career,

to advance you in society,
hasn't it?

Hasn't it?

- I warned you from the
beginning that I was a snob,

and an adventurer, but
you were not deterred.

- So, now you're casting me off

like one of last year's hats.

- You're casting yourself
off, my dear,

I've invited you to dine
with me this evening,

to go on as friends.

But I will not be pinned
down into making any

false declarations
of love to you.

I never have.

I'm dishonest about many
things, but never about love.

You're a charming companion,
Elizabeth,

to lunch and dine and
talk and sleep with,

but I am not in love with you.

- Well, since you're
so critical of the way

I'm running the shop,
and on familiar terms,

it seems, with most of the
titled ladies in London society,

I suggest you take over.

I'm sure you can
extract from them

the money they owe for
their idiotic hats.

I'm going home.

- I brought you some
nice, cold roast beef.

- You shouldn't have troubled,
Rose, I said I wasn't hungry.

- Well, you got to eat sometime.

Mrs. Bridges wants to know
would you like the sweet?

It's chocolate blancmange.

- No thank you, nothing else.

I'm really not hungry.

Did you explain I
had a headache?

- Yes I did, and her Ladyship
said if you've still got it

tomorrow morning she's
sending for Dr. Foley.

- I'm not ill, Rose.

I just don't think I
could face another evening

down there with them, answering
their endless questions.

- What about, Miss Lizzie?

- You know what about.

"Are you still seeing him?"

"Is he your lover?"

"Does he know about Lawrence?"

"How rich is he really?"

- It's only natural for
them to want to know,

after all you are their
only daughter.

- Well James will
be home tomorrow,

so perhaps that'll take their
attention off me for a change.

- Yeah, well let's hope
you can cheer up a bit

for your brother's homecoming.

That's more like it.

Are you still seeing him?

- I don't know.

We had words tonight
at the shop,

for the first time I was
really angry with him.

- What's he done to you?

- Why do all men have to behave

as if all women are
stupid, silly creatures?

- He said that?

- He thinks I'm incapable
of running

a simple little business
like a hat shop.

- Well in that case, why did
he give you one as a present,

if he thought you couldn't
manage it?

- Oh, it was a gesture, Rose.

Something glittering to
dangle in front of my eyes

like a Christmas
toy for a child.

Dazzle it and make it obedient.

And now he blames me for all
the bad debts and the losses.

So I told him he could run the

beastly shop himself
and I walked out.

-[Rose] Is that all?

Just because he...

- Well there was another
reason, but I...

- Well, I think you've
given up too easy.

If women can't manage
shops and businesses,

how can they be expected
to vote in Parliament?

- You're right, Rose,
you're absolutely right.

- Now I don't know what
went on tonight

between you and Mr. Kireken,
but I do know one thing.

You've got to show him
that you're not a soft,

silly woman what can't
manage her own affairs.

Now, you go back there
tomorrow night

and sort out the accounts.

- All right.

- And if he tries to interfere,

you'll just tell him to
mind his own business

and you'll mind yours.

And it is yours, 'cause
he give it you.

- Yes.

- That's more like
my Miss Lizzie.

- Elizabeth?

Half ten, where is the girl?

Mrs. Kirbridge left
word to say she'd be in

later for dinner, sir,
she had business

to attend to at her shop.

- Her shop?

- Yes, my daughter runs
a hat shop in Mayfair.

- How unusual!

- That sounds rather fun!

- Well, if the servants
could show us to our rooms...

- I'll do that when they've
taken up the luggage.

- Pity, Elizabeth
not being here.

Still, you can see
the old girl later.

- Well, why don't we
all go upstairs to

the drawing room and sit down.

Personally I found waiting
for the boat to dock

somewhat tiring on the feet.

- Here, come along up.

We'll have tea in the
drawing room, Hudson,

when they've taken
up the luggage.

- Very good my lady.

- And tell them not to bang
about with my small trunk!

It's got some very fragile
china ornaments in it.

Something we bought for you
and James' father in Bombay.

Your house is quite
deluxe, isn't it?

James said it was.

The idiotic fool
of a native groom

forgot to fasten
his girth tight,

and they were in full cry
after a very fast pig,

when father's horse stumbled
and his saddle slipped,

father went under Panther's
belly at full gallop!

- How very uncomfortable.

- Oh, it was, he got kicked
in the eye and had to let go.

He had an awful fall.

He broke his rib and
bruised his pelvis.

But he said afterwards
he'd had a splendid day.

He's going to have a crack
at the Kurda Cup this year.

I say, I'd love another
piece of cake.

- Phyllis rides jolly
well herself, mama.

- I'm sure she does.

I'm afraid a gentle
cantor in Rotten Row

is all we can offer you here.

- Oh, I'll be shopping
mostly while I'm in town.

Get myself some decent clothes.

- You can buy yourself a
hat at my sister's shop.

Can't she mother?

- Yes.

- How long will your father
be stationed in India?

- They were due home last spring

but he got offered a brigade
posting and it meant promotion,

so they'll be stopping on
for another three years.

- I'll be staying in
Leamington with my Aunt Hilda,

she's my mother's
sister, until...

Well, until James and
I can make some plans.

- Yes, yes quite.

- Of course you must
stay here with us

while you're in London.

- Oh, I will, thank
you Lady Marjorie.

- Perhaps you'd like to come
up now and see your rooms?

- Oh, thanks awfully.

Stay and talk to your
father, James.

James doesn't look a
bit like you, does he?

Much more like his father.

I look like my father,
or so my mother says.

- Well, James, it's good
to have you back.

- It's good to be back.

By the way I, uh, managed to
save a bit of pay out there.

In fact, my bank account's
in credit

for the first time since...

Well, since I went away.

Phyl's been marvelous.

She helped me stop
spending money.

- Does she know why
you were Secundared?

- I did tell her...

- About?

- Just about being in debt.

- Oh, that's all right.

- I uh...

I know I'm not supposed to
mention the subject, but...

I would like to know, purely...

Out of curiosity...

What happened to Sarah?

- Oh, she left us after all.

She became fond of a
chauffer we took on,

a Welsh fellow called Watkins.

They left together to uh,
start up a garage, I believe.

-[James] Married?

- Oh, yes, yes, he married her.

- Oh, good.

Good, I hope she'll
be all right.

- Yes.

Well perhaps you'll
be relieved to know

she was having a baby
when she left.

Probably had it by now, so...

- So, no harm was done
when she lost--

- Oh, no, none.

- Good.

- Phyllis seems a nice girl.

Strong character, I feel.

- (laughs) She's a...

She's very determined.

- Oh, yes, one can see that.

- I'm very lucky you know.

She could have married
anyone she liked.

- You're really sure she's
the girl you want to marry?

I mean, you have given
plenty of thought

to this, haven't you?

- Oh, yes.

Yes, I'm extremely fond of her.

- But you are...

In love?

- Oh, yes, I really am.

I know I am.

- I see.

Good.

Now.

Tell me.

When do you rejoin
your regiment?

- Well, I see my Colonel
on Thursday,

I've got some leave for about
three weeks, and then, um...

And then it depends.

- On what?

- Well I...

I don't know how you and mother
feel about this but I'm...

I'm thinking of leaving the army

and trying to earn some money.

- Are you?

- Mm hmm, I thought I
might join one of those

merchant firms in the city
who trade with the Far East.

- Any particular one in mind?

- I met this fellow in Calcutta
who works for Jardine's

and he said he'd introduce
me to them.

Well, quite honestly, father,

life in the Household
Cavalry's very idle these days.

You know, strictly
for rich young men

with nothing better to do.

- Possibly.

But you'll still be on
the reserve of officers,

won't you, in case of war.

- War? (makes dismissive sound)

Where?

- In Europe, James, not
unthinkable, I'm afraid.

- Well if war does break
out I'm quite ready.

I've been in action since
I last saw you.

Didn't I tell you?

- Oh yes, you wrote
to your mother

about a skirmish on
the Afghanistan border.

Your letter nearly
frightened her to death.

- Well it only lasted
half an hour

but it was quite thrilling.

This patrol I was commanding
got shot at

by these tribesmen from
the side of a hill.

Still, now I know what
it's like to be under fire,

and I don't expect German
bullets would sound any
different.

- We've got four more indoor
servants and a man to do

the gardens as well
as the two si-tees,

one simply has to, out there.

They're bone lazy, those
wretched natives.

- James I've put Miss
Kingman in the Blue Room.

- Phyllis, mother.

- Yes, of course, darling, I
do hope you'll be comfortable.

- Oh, I will be.

- Well, come along down
and meet the servants.

If you'll excuse us.

-[Richard] Cheer up, Marjorie.

You could have done a lot worse.

- (sighs) Ah, these
middle class army people.

Just because they employ
dozens of native servants

they think themselves
equal to everyone.

- Backbone of the
Empire, my dear.

They sweat it out in
places you and I

wouldn't be seen dead in.

Awful garrisons, camps,
and bungalows,

in Africa, India, Malay States,
and God knows where else.

Pestered by flies and
limp from the heat.

I think if they can find a bit
of comfort, they deserve it.

- I just wish she wouldn't
talk to Hudson

as if he were an
Indian houseboy.

- Well, she's the sort of
girl who'll learn quickly.

Besides, she's nervous.

- Am I so frightening?

- Not frightening, my
darling, just a little

awe-inspiring for the
daughter of an army vet.

- A wee suggestion more
cheese, Miss Roberts?

- No thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- Mrs. Bridges?

- I've done, thank
you Mr. Hudson.

Ruby?

Plates.

- Ah, Hudson, sorry,
we're disturbing you.

- Oh, no, we've quite
finished, sir.

- May I bring you my fiance?

- Oh, indeed, sir, please.

- Do sit down, all of you.

So this is the servants hall?

How very cheerful
and comfortable.

I do hope we're not
intruding on your meal.

- Not at all Miss, uh--

- I just wanted to meet you all.

- Now, this is Miss Kingman,
this is Mrs. Bridges,

who cooks for us.

- Very pleased to meet you.

- Splendidly, of course.

Hudson you've met, Roberts,
who looks after mother...

-[Miss Roberts] How do you do?

- Rose, who looks
after my sister

and everything in the house.

Ruby, who helps Mrs.
Bridges and uh...

Oh!

I haven't met you, have I?

- Oh, this is Joan, sir, the
new underhouse parlormaid.

- Yes.

- Well we mustn't keep you
from whatever you're doing.

- Was India nice, Captain James?

- Oh, yes, I enjoyed it
very much, thank you, Rose.

It's a very nice country.

- Did you shoot any
tigers then, Mr. James?

- No, Mrs. Bridges, but I...

I did go out on one tiger hunt.

- Oh!

- Didn't get a shot, though.

- Ah.

- Still, I brought back
Miss Kingman instead.

- Thank you!
- (everyone laughs)

- I'm sure we would all
like to offer you

our congratulations,
sir, on your engagement.

- Thank you very much!

All of you.

I'm sure we shall get
along famously.

- Good evening.

-[All] Good evening, sir.

- Good evening, Miss uh...

- Well.

Nice.

Strong looking girl.

Healthy.

That's something.

- Stuck up, I'd say.

- She'll keep him in order.

If anyone can.

Do you know I reckon
he's a bit scared of her!

Not a bad thing, neither.

Captain James wants
a strong woman!

- Needs, not wants, Rose.

- Needs a strong woman.

- Besides, you never know.

One of these days she might
be the mistress of this house.

Isn't that so, Mr. Hudson?

- Aye, it is possible,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Jeanette?

What are you doing here at
this time of night, it...

Oh.

- I've just been
making some sense

and order of your accounts.

- There was no need.

I came 'round for
precisely the same reason.

- Elizabeth.

You're still angry with me.

- No, I'm not angry.

- What then?

- I'm just a little
disappointed, I suppose.

- I'm sorry.

- Julius I know you've always
told me what you were like.

You were very honest about that.

- I hope so.

- But you see, I didn't
believe you.

I thought that at
last I'd found...

Someone I could trust in,

and lean on and be loved
by exclusively

and tenderly as I thought I was.

I made a very foolish mistake.

I fell in love with you.

It was very silly of
me because of course,

it was all an illusion,
it was just a silly dream.

- You've been reading too
many cheap novels, Elizabeth.

The world is not like that.

You should not be so
hopelessly romantic,

you're bound to be injured.

- I wanted so much for
us to be in love.

Properly in love.

- I thought you wanted
an affair.

- I dreamed of something more.

It was my fault.

- Well there's very
little I can say.

Except to beg you not
to spoil our few

happy months together with
bitter recriminations.

We are both adult people.

You are a married woman.

Let us preserve for
always what was...

Just a charming incident
in both our lives, yes?

- Yes, I'll try.

- James, I was--

- Phyllis!

What in heaven's name,

you can't come in here
dressed like that!

- Well I can't get
dressed because

you've got the key
to the big trunk!

Oh dear, look, I'll
go upstairs at once,

if you could bring the key up.

- It's all right.

Come here.

Only joking!

- What if the butler
should come in?

- Hudson is a man of the world.

- Let me go, James.

- I don't want to.

- (laughs) Elizabeth!

There you are!

- My brave bronze brother!

Mind, you'll strangle me!

- Look at you!

What's all this about
a hat shop?

Oh, sorry, this is my sister,
Elizabeth, Miss Kingman!

- Hello, Elizabeth.

- How do you do?

- I came down to get
the key for my trunk.

- Oh, I see.

- Well, how's life?

What about uh...

- What about what?

- Nothing.

- Lawrence?

You were going to say "What
about Lawrence," weren't you?

- Yes, but I already know.

Mother wrote and told me.

So you're Mrs. K but without...

Without Mr. K.

- That's about right, James.

Lawrence and I are what
is known as separated.

It was all for the
best so don't let's

talk about it anymore.

- I expect it's a great
thrill for you

to have your dear brother
back again, isn't it?

- May the 6th, tomorrow.

Mother's birthday, or
had you forgotten?

- No, I hadn't forgotten.

I gather we'll have a little

dinner party to celebrate it?

- Family dinner.

Just the six of us.

- Then it won't be
exclusively family, will it?

- I'm looking forward
to meeting your friend.

Mother says he's
enormously rich.

Aren't you clever?

-[Elizabeth] Julius
may not come.

- Oh? Why?

- He may be too busy.

- That would be a pity.

- Well, if you'll excuse
me I think I shall go

and dress for dinner.

And if you wish to complete
your toilet upstairs

I'm sure James will excuse you.

-[James] Sorry about that.

- It's all right.

- My sister takes a little
time to get used to people.

- I expect she's
very fond of you.

And perhaps a little jealous.

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Not in bed yet?

- No, not quite.

Anything wrong?

- Nothing.

Just felt like a little
talk, that's all,

before turning in.

- Nice surprise!

- Well it's been very
much James' day.

As I spent the whole evening
trying to make my future

daughter-in-law feel at
home, I think it time

I paid some attention
to my own daughter.

- Oh, father, how sweet.

- Do you mind if I get into bed?

- No, please do, you'll
catch cold.

- I'm sure Phyllis
is a splendid girl.

Probably just what James
needs for a wife,

but I hardly think
she's the sort of person

that needs to be made
to feel at home.

- That's what your mother said.

The truth is she's
trying too hard,

over-anxious to make
an impression.

- Father, I don't know
what to do about Julius.

I'm so deeply in his debt.

- You're still seeing him?

Your mother seemed
to think that...

- What?

-[Richard] Well, that things
had cooled off between you.

- Yes, they have.

But how can I let him go out
of my life owing him so much?

- You owe him nothing,
Elizabeth.

He bought you as he tried to
buy us, your mother and me.

May have cost him the
lease of a house

and the price of a hat shop,

but he got what he wanted and
don't you forget it, my dear.

I don't wish this to sound
harsh, or indelicate.

But I think you ought
to know that as a result

of my introducing him
at his own request

to Sir William Gates
and Lord Newton,

Julius Kireken has been asked
to advise the Conservative

Party on financial
investment and expenditure.

He's become a close
friend of Arthur Balfour's

and is a candidate
for the Atheneum.

He has had his...

-[Elizabeth] Pound of flesh?

- If you wish to
put it that way.

- I do.

- Put him out of your
mind, Elizabeth.

- Father what's wrong with me?

I want so much to be married
happily and have children.

Just to be ordinary.

Perhaps I never will be.

- Oh, it's just the right
man hasn't come along yet,

that's all, but he will one day.

There's plenty of time.

- Is there?

- I'll put out the light.

You get some sleep.

- Father what would
I do without you?

- There.

You get some sleep.

- Right, now take the
cellar keys and get out

six bottles of the Hietzing '98,

and mind you don't
drop them, Rose.

- Six bottles?

Hoo, that's a lot of
champagne for six people.

Here, that's a bottle each!

Hoo-hoo, they'll be halfway
'round the marble arch

before they get to
the fish course!

- Today is her Ladyship's
birthday, Rose,

and Captain James is home
and engaged to be married.

Twin events which call
for a family celebration.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- They want to dine at half
past eight, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, Mr. Kireken
will not be dining

after all, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh.

- Her Ladyship telephoned
Lady Prudence to come

and make up the number.

- Oh, Lady Pru...

Oh, that's more like family.

I'd sooner have her to
my birthday dinner

than that coffee-colored
Arabian.

- Armenian, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh.

- There you are, Mrs.
Bridges, all for you!

- Ooh, Rose!

- Then see how you get on
with cookin' the dinner.

- All right, Rose, go
and get the dining room

laid for luncheon.

- Yes Mr. Hudson.

- I've had a nice letter
from Nanny Webster.

- You never catch her
forgetting a family birthday.

- Oh dear, her writing's
getting so shaky.

- I'm not surprised considering
she was almost blind

when she left here last year.

- How kind people
are to remember.

And thank you again, my darling
for the beautiful pendant.

I shall wear it tonight.

Oh isn't it a lovely morning?

- So it should be
for your birthday!

- James' first day home.

- Where is James, by the way,

I haven't seen him this morning.

- He breakfasted early
and walked through

St. James' Park with
your father.

I have to go out now, darling,

so will you take care
of Miss Phyllis?

Yes, Phyllis.

Be nice to her.

- Yes, I'll try.

It says in the Morning
Post the King's confined

to his room at Buckingham Palace

with a bad attack of bronchitis.

- Oh dear, well, the doctors
will get him well again,

they always do.

(door opening)

- Good morning, Elizabeth.

- Phyllis!

Dear.

There!

Now, what would you
like to do this morning?

- Well I had thought of
going to the Army and Navy,

it's not far from here, is it?

- No, not all that far.

- I have to order some
things for my father.

- Well then, I shall
accompany you.

If you will allow me to.

- That would be splendid!

Perhaps we could walk,
it's a fine morning.

- Phyllis?

I want to apologize to you,

I was insufferably
rude yesterday.

Please forgive me.

- Oh, dear me, that's
all right, I don't mind.

- No excuse for bad
manners, but I...

Well I just...

I was feeling sorry for
myself and rather wretched

and I took it out on you.

- Don't mention it,
I do understand.

- I'm glad you and James
are going to marry.

And I hope we can
be great friends.

- Oh I know we shall, Elizabeth.

Let's get our hats
on and go shopping.

I shall try to cheer you up!

- Oh, hello darling.

All alone?

Where's Phyllis?

- Upstairs gossiping to
Elizabeth, they'll be down soon.

Sherry, mother?

- Uh, no, I'll wait.

They get on remarkably
well, don't they?

- Yes.

- I'm glad.

She's a very friendly girl.

- Yes.

- And I'm sure she'll make
a charming and a good wife.

- I know she will, mother.

- She doesn't mind about
you leaving the army?

- Not a bit.

She's happy with whatever
I decide.

- Of course.

Being a wife of a Captain
in the Life Guards

is very different from
being the wife of a

clerk in a trading company
in Leadenhall Street.

-[James] Oh, but mother--

- Yes, I know it's only
for a short time

while you're learning
the business,

but your salary will
be very small.

You'll have to live very
simply and economically.

I just don't want your
relationship to be

under too much of a
strain from the outset.

You do know what I
mean, don't you?

- I can assure you, mother,

that Phyllis will
be happy anywhere.

We are in love with each other,

and we believe in a
lot of the same things.

And we're going to provide
you with lots

of lovely grandchildren
so don't worry.

- No, I won't.

-[Richard] There she is.

- Ah, there you all are.

Come and have some
sherry, Phyllis.

- Oh thank you, Lady Marjorie.

- Did you two find what
you wanted at--

-[Phyllis] Yes!

- At the Army and Navy?

- Yes and then we had
tea at Gunther's.

- We had so many parcels we
could hardly get into the cab!

- Lady Prudence Fairfax,
my lady.

-[Lady Marjorie] Prue!

- Many happy returns,
my dear Marjorie!

Oh what a lovely
family gathering.

Ah!

You must be Miss Kingman,
how do you do?

- How do you do?

- Miss Lizzie hardly
touched her dinner.

She's heartbroken, poor soul.

- Well in my opinion
she's well rid of

that Armenian creature.

Most unsuitable.

- Well anyway Miss Kingman
made a good healthy meal.

Two helpings of fish, and
goodness knows how many potatoes

with that veal, isn't
that what you said, Rose?

- Yeah, but she's
got Captain James.

Miss Lizzie's got no one.

- Rose, fetch some wine
glasses from the pantry.

- Hoo, bubbly!

- They're the old ones,
not the best,

with the Master and her
Ladyship's compliments.

- Ooh, for us?

- Two bottles, Mrs. Bridges.

The Master suggested we
might care to celebrate

the events of the day down here.

- I'm quite partial to
a glass of champagne

from time to time.

- Oh, well, on special
occasions.

-[Hudson] Here we go now.

-[Rose] Ooh!

- Oh and there she blows.

Now hold it steady now Rose.

Allow me Mrs. Bridges.

One for Miss Roberts.

Come on Joan m'girl, over here,

you have a wee drop as well.

-[Rose] Only a wee drop for her.

- Plenty for all of us,
there we are now.

Well this is a pleasant
surprise.

- Prudence, dear.

- Oh, thank you, Richard.

You know, you shouldn't
spoil me like this.

After all, I'm really an
intruder on a family occasion.

- That's nonsense, Prue,
and you know it!

- We all look on you as one
of the family, don't we James?

- Well personally I have
the greatest difficulty

in stopping myself from
calling you Aunt Prue,

even though you're no relation.

- Ah, James, what
a sweet thought.

- All the same, Aunt Prue
rather conjures up a stern,

elderly spinster with
an ear trumpet,

not an elegant lady of
fashion like Lady P. Fairfax.

- Dear James.

- Elizabeth.

- Thank you, father.

- Now drink it slowly,
Elizabeth,

we don't want to have
to carry you up to bed!

- James.

- Father.

- Well my dears,

I thought today called for

a little celebration
at 165 Eaton Place,

because not only is it the
anniversary of the birth

of my precious wife,

we also have to welcome
home from India--

- Our precious son!

- Our gallant captain!

- That's better.

- And a warm family welcome,
and that includes you,

my dear Prudence, to Phyllis,

who is about to become a
charming new member of our
tribe.

Many happy returns of
the day, Marjorie.

- And I know I speak
for all of us here

when I express the hope
that we may long continue

in the service of--

(doorbell ringing)
- Front door.

- In the loyal service
of our present employers.

To the family.

-[All] The family!

- Front door, Rose, put your
glass down, see who it is.

- They're not expecting anybody
else, are they Mr. Hudson?

- Not as far as I'm
aware of, Mrs. Bridges.

(doorbell ringing)

-[Rose] Yes?

- Watcher, Rosie!

-[Rose] Sarah!

- Where's the family?

- Upstairs!

Here, what you doing coming
in by the front door?

- Would you kindly
announce us, Rose?

- Will I kindly what?

- Well it's your duty to
announce visitors, isn't it?

- Here, you two get down there!

Come back, Sarah, you
can't go up there!

- Oh, don't worry, Rose,
we'll announce ourselves!

- It's completely under,
I can always tell!

- I think he's exaggerating.

- Hope you don't mind
us bargin' in m'lady,

but I just wanted to wish
you happy birthday...

- Ooh, that's a very
nice drop of wine.

-[Hudson] Miss Roberts.

- Fine, just a drop,
I'm very partial.

It's very kind of
them, I must say.

- Mr. Hudson, come quick!

- Oh, what is it, Rose?

- Thomas Watkins and
Sarah, large as life!

- What?

- Where?

- Upstairs in the drawing room,

they pushed past me,
said they'd come to call!

- You should have stopped
them, Rose!

- I couldn't, they was
halfway up the stairs

before I could blink!

- Well, they've as much right
to be up there as anyone,

I mean they're not
servants no more!

- Whether they're
actually in service or not

is purely academic, m'girl.

They are of the servant
class and as such

they've got no right to go
barging into the drawing room,

especially under the
circumstances!

- And with Mr. James
up there, too!

- How dare they?

- Watkins and Sarah were
with us here for a while,

weren't you?

- That's right m'lady.

- We've got this garage
business now.

Buyin' and sellin' motorcars.

Up in North London.

- It's Kilburn, actually.

- Thanks to her little windfall.

And Sarah's baby's
due next month.

- That's splendid.

You're looking well, Sarah!

- I am, m'lady!

- Ah, Hudson.

- Evening Mr. Hudson!

- It's us Mr. Hudson!

- Ah yes, good evening.

-[Richard] Yes, Hudson?

- Sir?

- Do you want something?

- Oh, no sir, I...

I simply wanted to say that
if Mr. And Mrs. Watkins

would care to, some of
the staff downstairs

would very much like to see you.

Them.

Mrs. Bridges, Rose--

- I'm sure they would,
Hudson, in a minute.

- I just wanna give your
present first, m'lady.

- Oh, Sarah, how
very kind of you.

You shouldn't have done that.

- She used to work here
as underhouse parlormaid.

- Really?

- He was our chauffer.

And they got married and left.

- She's pretty.

- Sarah it's a beautiful scarf.

- Well, it's not exactly
your style but it is with

our very best wishes,
er, me and Tom,

that is, Mr. Watkins
and myself, m'lady.

- Thank you both,
I'm very touched.

- It's our pleasure m'lady.

- Everything all right
at the garage, Watkins?

- Flourishing, thank you, sir.

- Yeah, he's kept ever so
busy mending motor cars

all day long, ain't you Tom?

- Oh, that's good.

Well, perhaps you would both
like to go with Hudson now

and see the others?

- Oh!

Yeah, well, I wanna
show Rosie me hat.

Rose, that is.

Ta ra, everybody.

- Yeah, we'll go and uh,

taste some of Mrs.
Bridges fruitcake.

'Scuse us m'lady.

Thank you, Mr. Hudson!

- What a surprise that was!

- Extraordinary.

- Looking very prosperous,
I thought.

- I'm not surprised.

The motor car trade, that's
the thing to be in these days.

I wouldn't mind.

- Better than ladies
hats, anyway.

- Better than domestic
service I should think,

even in this noble house.

- He'll get on, that young
man, I always said he would.

- I think I'll just step
out onto the balcony

for a breath of fresh air.

- You all right James?

- (sniffs)

Oh, not a night for my Phyllis.

You'll catch cold without
a wrap or something.

- Of course I won't.

It's warm.

- Here you are.

The lights of London.

Heart of the Empire.

Home.

- Listen.

A sort of humming sound,
can't you hear it?

- Yes, it's coming
from over there,

towards Victoria Station.

- What's coming from
towards Victoria Station?

- A sort of murmuring sound.

- A train, perhaps?

- No, no, shh, listen.

- Sounds like a huge
crowd of people.

- Afraid that's what it is.

- Oh.

- There's a huge crowd
outside Buckingham Palace

just standing there
waiting for news.

Has been since tea time.

(distant noise of a crowd)

- Is the King very ill?

- The man I met in the
club this afternoon

said they thought he might
not live through the night.

- Well oughtn't we to
have canceled our dinner?

- I saw no reason to
spoil a family evening.

- Poor man.

- Yes, it's a bad business
with Asquith being

out of the country and
everything else.

- If he does...

Well, he's had such
a short reign.

- 12 horsepower.

She's tuned up nice now,

she can do 35 miles
and hour downwind.

- Honestly he drives
ever so fast, Tom does,

I'm terrified sometimes.

I mean what if a wheel come off?

- Aye, well we'll be getting
another motorcar soon.

I mean all the petrol
sales are pickin' up.

Well, how's Rosie then?

- I'm very well, thank
you, Thomas.

-[Thomas] Miss Lizzie?

- She's fine too.

- Seems a long time
since Greenwich, eh.

You, Mrs. Fellowes and her leg.

-[Mrs. Bridges] (chuckles)

- Good days, weren't they?

- While they lasted.

(phone ringing)

-[Rose] Tell you one thing,

it's like a sweatshop down here.

-[Thomas] Well let's have
a drop more of this then.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Mr. Richard Bellamy's residence.

Yes.

Sir John who?

Oh, yes, hold the line,
if you please.

- Where will they live, then?

- Well, here for a while,

I mean if James is going
to work in the city

they'll have to be here.

- You'll have a full house!

- Yes, with Elizabeth home.

- And not likely to
fly the nest again?

- Well, not for the moment
but one never knows.

- Well, our house is
going to seem very empty

without Agatha clumping
about all over the place.

-[Lady Marjorie] You've
got Archie.

- He sleeps most
of the time now.

He's either asleep in
a chair at the club,

or in a chair at home,
or in his bed at night.

We've hardly exchanged
a word for three years.

- Really?

- He's getting old, my dear.

We're all getting old.

- Oh, don't be so depressing.

- Excuse me, my lady, the Master
is wanted on the telephone.

- Yes, Hudson, what is it?

- Sir John Alexander,
sir, from the palace.

- Oh, I'll take it in
the morning room.

-[All] (chatting merrily)

- Woo, that's plenty there.

He always did like it.

- If you don't mind, I...

I think we should put
the champagne away now,

and disperse quietly.

Mr. Watkins I expect you'll
like to take Sarah home.

- Something up, Mr. Hudson?

- The King is dead.

(bells tolling solemnly)

- I wonder what sort of
King the new one will be?

- Worthy, but not the same.

- Jack Alexander said the
Queen sent for Mrs. Koeppel

this afternoon to come
over and sit with him.

- 1901 to 1910.

The children will have
a new date to learn

for their history examinations.

- Nine years isn't very
long for a reign.

- Not quite a decade.

- I wonder what the next
ten years will be like.

- Cold, Marjorie?

- Just a shiver down my spine.

- You ought to have something
'round your shoulders.

- It's all right, only
someone walking over my grave.

- Come in now.

- I must go home soon.

- You two coming in?

You'll catch cold out there.

- It's all right, father,
it's quite warm.

- Leave the children.

They'll come to no harm.

They're young.

(bells tolling)

("Theme from Upstairs
Downstairs" by Alexander Faris")