All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S03E06 Desirous of Change WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(lilting orchestral music)

(bell rings)

- Morning room at this time?

Her ladyship was never in the
morning room before eleven.

Kindly attend to the
matter, will you, Edward?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

-[Hudson] Upstairs
lunch was ordered

early today, Mrs. Bridges.

- Half past twelve, Mr. Hudson.

Madame's going to a
sale in Paddington.

- Is that for their luncheon?

- Cottage pie.

And it used to be game
pie and potatoes.

- Cottage pie.

- Might as well let
Ruby do the cooking,

send me on a holiday.

- We have a solid wharf,
Mrs. Bridges,

and provided we keep our
standards at least below stairs,

perhaps our example
will serve as a--

- It's you she wants
to see, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, very good, Edward.

And you best go up and
give Captain James

his tweed suit a wee
brush, Edward.

-[Edward] Oh yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Cottage pie.

- You wished to see me, Madame?

- Oh yes, good morning, Hudson.

-[Hudson] Madame.

- I'm,

I'm a little worried about Rose.

She looks very tired.

-[Hudson] Madame?

- I have asked her
if she can manage

and she assures me she can,

but well, I wondered
what you thought.

- I think it depends on
how much entertaining

Captain James and yourself plan

for the coming autumn, Madame.

- Well, I think Mr. Bellamy
will continue

to lead a quiet life.

As to Captain James and
myself, I think we shall too.

- Quite, Madame.

- So, it will be a fairly
quiet autumn.

- Then I presume you
would wish the question

of an under house
parlormaid to be deferred

for the time being, Madame.

- Yes, I would.

- Very good, Madame.
(phone rings)

Hello?

The Bellamy residence.

-[Woman] Oh.

- Would you be requiring
Mr. Richard Captain

or Mrs. James Bellamy?

-[Woman] Perhaps Mrs. James.

- May I say who it is?

- [Comtesse de Ternay]
The Comtesse de Ternay

is calling from the Savoy Hotel.

- Oh, hold the line one
moment if you please.

The Comtesse de Ternay, Madame,
wishing to speak to you.

- Who?

- The Comtesse de Ternay
from the Savoy Hotel.

- Oh, thank you, Hudson.

- Madame.

- Hello?

- [Comtesse de Ternay] Is
that Mrs. James Bellamy?

- Yes, it is.

- [Comtesse de Ternay] Here
is the Comtesse de Ternay.

I don't think we've met.

- No, I don't think we have.

How do you do?

- [Comtesse de Ternay]
I am acquainted

with Mr. Richard Bellamy.

He is still at this address?

- My father-in-law.

Yes, he still lives here.

- [Comtesse de Ternay] I
have just arrived to London.

- Oh, you did.

Where did you just arrive from?

- Vienna.

I find myself passing
through London

on my way to New York, so
of course I must telephone.

A cousin of mine in Paris,
the Baroness Richtin,

you must know her, told
me that poor Lady Marjorie

went down in that ship and
her son is since married

and you are all still
at Eaton Place,

so I should like to call on you.

Richard may not remember
me well.

It was many years ago
at the Hofmannsthal's.

- I'm sure my father-in-law
would be delighted to see you.

Perhaps you would care to come

and dine with us during
your stay in London.

- Oh, we should like
that very much.

How charming of you.

When may we come?

- May I suggest half past
eight on Wednesday evening?

- Wednesday evening.

We should be so pleased.

Half past eight?

That will be delightful,
thank you.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bellamy.

(man laughs)

- There, did I not tell
you it was quite simple?

You have achieved for
us a good dinner,

if not a weekend, if not more.

(laughs)

Richard Bellamy's wife
was at Southwall,

lot of money there.

Here it is in Burke's Directory.

Southwall, Earl of (mumbles).

Sister living, unless she
is not, neither is he.

Lady Marjorie (speaks
in foreign language).

Born July 12th, 1864.

Married Richard Arthur
Pemberton Bellamy.

Residents 165 Eaton Place SW1.

- And yet the son's
wife invited us.

- Well, she will be
mistress of that house now.

Mrs. James Bellamy.

No, not in here yet.

- And please remind your
sister once more

where did I meet
Richard Bellamy?

- At the Hofmannsthal's in
Vienna some 15 years ago.

- And how old does that make me?

- Huh?

(laughs)

Very well, a few years ago.

Now finish unpacking, Lili,

whilst I go and catch the
gray dull river Thames.

- Oh, I wish you would
paint in your own room.

- I have no river Thames,
only ugly chimneys.

Would you care to
change with me?

- Do you think the
apricot chiffon

becomes me better
than the velvet?

- For a middle-aged English
gentleman, the velvet.

So sophisticated.

- Oh, everything creased.

I seem to spend my whole
life packing and unpacking.

Why is that?

- That's because you're
never satisfied.

- I've had to spend the
earth on this dress.

If that stupid Lady
Dicbecave in Monte Carlo

had not interfered, her husband
would have bought it for me.

- When you look like that,
sister, you are irresistible.

I'm sure the dress will prove
an excellent investment.

Don't distress yourself.

- Well, it had better be.

It's the last of what we have.

- Small wonder you inspire
passion wherever you go.

- While you sketch
and you paint and--

- If one has a pretty sister,
why not make use of her?

I have talent with my brush.

You have other talents, so
one must subsidize the other.

(Lili chuckles)

- Well, Rose.

You're not to be maid
of all walk any longer,

but head house parlormaid again.

- With not before time neither.

- We are engaging an under
house parlormaid forthwith.

What's more, before Wednesday.

- What's so special
about Wednesday?

- There will be guests
for a dinner party

on Wednesday evening,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Guests for a dinner party?
- Oh, that makes a change.

- Back in this room
again, are we, Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, well, I'll
have to have Ruby

back in the kitchen
full time again.

- Oh, naturally, Mrs. Bridges.

- That means the kitchen
sink for you, Ruby.

- Lovely.
(Edward laughs)

-[Mrs. Bridges] What sort
of guest, Mr. Hudson?

- They will be of a
continental nature.

- That means they'll be foreign.

- Not German I hope.

- French, Mrs. Bridges.

French.

- French.

Ooh-la-la.

(everyone laughs)

- I wish you were not so
afflicted with integrity, Kurt.

Then you could take a rich bride

and I should not be obliged
to look for a rich husband.

(Kurt laughs)

- This Mrs. James
Bellamy, what is she like?

Do they say?

Young, beautiful?

- A pleasant woman I have
heard, but without style.

- Her husband?

- He has an eye, they
say, for a pretty face

and was once the subject
of much gossip.

- Oh, respectable
women put up with

anything rather than
make a fuss.

They always lose their
husbands in the end.

(Kurt laughs)

At least I lost mine
by my own bad behavior.

Well, there is some
dignity in that.

And this Richard Bellamy,
the father.

He is very rich, you
say, and not too old?

- He lives in a (speaks
in a foreign language).

Butler for the door.

He belongs to the best
clubs, of course he's rich.

Such Englishmen always are.

The more philistine they
are, the richer they remain.

See, here in England,
they have nothing

to spend their money
on but horses,

fishing rods, guns, and clubs.

There must be a living to that.

- Should I become Mrs.
Richard Bellamy,

all that would have to change.

I think I should like
to have a salon

to patronize the arts.

I would make landscape
painting fashionable, my dear.

- Admirable, but tonight
we must find a cheap

little cafe somewhere and
buy our own dinner, yes?

- Yes.

(both laugh)

- What is this we're eating?

- Cottage pie.

- Oh.

Is it?

- Well, I think it's delicious.

Mrs. Bridges has quite
excelled herself.

Do you not like it, Richard?

- What?
- The food.

- Food, yes, it's delicious.

- And it's very economical.

The remains of Sunday lunch.

There's no sense in needless
extravagance.

- Edward, take my plate away.

I'm not hungry.

- I'm not surprised
you've no appetite.

- Ah.

I see it all now.

Retribution for being home late

last night from the
regimental dinner.

Punishment with cottage pie.

Well, I shall take my
punishment like a man.

Edward, bring me some
more cottage pie.

Nonetheless, Hazel, I hope that
when the Comtesse de Ternay

and her brother dine
here next Wednesday,

they shall not be served
with cottage pie.

- Oh, I had considered it.

Richard.
- Hmm?

- Is it customary to curtsy to
a woman of title from France?

- Not that I know of.

-[Hazel] Is she very grand?

- Frankly, I can't remember
meeting her.

Still, it's an odd family.

It wouldn't be that
dreadful Louise de Ternay.

Oh no, of course not,
it couldn't be.

She was over 70 when I
was in the Foreign Office.

So, which one is it?

Oh well.

We should all know on Wednesday.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Now then, Ruby,

you'd better get on with
the breadcrumbs.

-[Ruby] I was just to finish

chopping up tomatoes
first, Mrs. Bridges.

-[Mrs. Bridges] No, my girl.

I'll see to that.

Now then, let me see.

Where's my menu book?

-[Ruby] Is this it,
Mrs. Bridges?

- Well, what do you think
it is, my prayer book?

And wipe your sticky fingers
before you hand things to me.

Now, where are we?

Ah, yes.

(speaks in foreign language)

That's on.

(speaks in foreign language)

Yes, that's all ready.

Saddle of lamb, that's easy.

With scallop tongue garnish.

Scallop tongue.

Haven't done that for years.

(speaks in foreign language)

Yes, that's the cheese straws.

Only I'm going to use cheddar.

That Parmesan has a nasty
foreign flavor.

Ooh, I must say.

It's lovely doing a
French menu again,

even though it is only for five.

- Ah, Mrs. Bridges.
- Yes?

- If you would spare a moment.

- Oh yes.

What is it?

- This is Gwyneth Davies,

the new under house
parlormaid come to help Rose.

- Oh yes.

- For you, Mrs. Bridges.

A bunch of wildflowers.

They're very modest, but I
spent Sunday in the country

and I'd like to bring a little
of that pleasure to you.

I trust you find my references
in order, Mr. Hudson.

The agency have checked them
and Madame has taken them up

over the telephone
with my last lady.

Nonetheless, it's proper for
you to see them in writing.

- Well, that was kind.

Very kind indeed.

- Come along then.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Put them
in water please, Ruby.

- Would you be Rose?

- Yes, I would.

- I'll do my best
to learn the ways

of the household quickly, Rose,

and I look forward
to working happily

and well under your direction.

- Oh, yes.

- You are welcome here, Gwyneth,
since I see you are stated

in the most glowing
terms, to be honest.

So well clean, industrious,
neat, tidy in person.

- Yes, that's quite right.

- And in work, regular
and systematic.

Precise in the care of
stoves and ornaments.

A clever dressmaker and
as a hairdresser,

both discreet and watchful.

Conversant with haute cuisine

and able to wait well at
table and indeed to carve.

- Carve?

I can't carve.

- The master in my last
place gave me lessons.

- Yes well, I think
we'll excuse the reason

for you leaving your
last place, Gwyneth.

- Well, what's that, Mr. Hudson?

- Desirous of change,
Mrs. Bridges.

- She's very young.

Haute cuisine, eh?

Well now, Gwyneth, tell me.

What would you do if a
mayonnaise curdled?

- Add a tablespoon
full of iced water

and beat it till it emulsifies
once more.

(Mrs. Bridges chuckles)

- I must say.

- If I could be shown
to my room,

I could change and
start my afternoon work.

Idleness is abhorrent to me.

My hands quite dance about
from lack of occupation.

- Yes well, if you'll follow
me to the pantry, Gwyneth,

I'll give you your
written terms of service.

We follow many of
the old ways here.

A glass of ale a day.

One day off a month,

Two hours on Sunday mornings
for church or chapel.

Every second Sunday evening off.

Wages regularly and quarterly.

Washing provided.

- Maybe she snores.

Must be something the
matter with her.

- There is.

She's Welsh.
(lilting orchestral music)

- Nothing is the same since
poor Andre was taking from me.

- Andre?

- My sister's last husband,
the late Count de Ternay.

- He is dead, five
years last autumn.

- Oh dear, I'm so sorry.

- Without Andre, I am
unhappy in Vienna,

so each year, I travel
around Europe with Kurt.

To Paris for a little, Monte
Carlo, Budapest, Berlin, Rome

and now here I am in London.

- On your way to New York.

Isn't that what you
told my daughter-in-law?

- Yes, my sister's confused.

We go to New York next month.

- But London is so
beautiful, Kurt.

I think I should like to
stay here for a while.

- Well, I hope you will.

Then I can show you
around a little.

- Oh, that would be delightful.

- And when Parliament
reassembles

and my father is busy in the
House of Commons all day,

I hope you'll call on me.

- Oh.
- We shall go

for a punt in the river
or a ride in the park.

- Oh, I love horses.

- I should explain.

My husband works in
an office all day.

- Well, perhaps a stroll
in the botanical gardens

to see the roses would
be less strenuous.

- Oh yes, I dearly love roses.

- They give some
people hay fever.

- So do horses.

- But they are the
most persevering

of flowers, are they not?

And such beautiful names.

(speaks in foreign language)

Sweet Maiden's Blush.

- Here, that's the lot.

Put it in there.

Pull back and it
will all go down.

- It's not smooth running.

- Never is.

- Nevermind.

Gwyneth will fetch a can of
oil to it in the morning.

- Oh, thank you.

- The master in my last place--

- Master in your last
place did teach you a lot.

- He did, and I became
the object

of his unlawful and
unbridled lust.

His eyes would strip the clothes
from my poor female body.

That's why I had to leave.

(people laughing)

-[Mr. Hudson] Please, Edward.

- As I was saying, the
parlormaid had followers

in the kitchen, on the
cook's night out.

Our local bobby too.

As I was saying, they
would be quite unchaperoned

for at least five
and 20 minutes.

I wouldn't dare go in for
fear of what I might see.

- Go on, Ruby.

Collect up the dirty,
look sharp.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Tell me about your
English Parliament.

Kurt tells me you are a
most important person.

- Oh no, not really.

- But you make the laws, yes?

Oh, I like a man who makes laws.

Strong men make laws.

- Well, unfortunately, my party

is not in office at the moment.

- No, my father merely
opposes the laws

that the present government
tried to pass.

- But to oppose one must
be even stronger.

-[Richard] Are you interested
in politics?

- Oh yes.

Our Prime Minister is a
very old and close friend.

- Oh yes, such a nice man.

Count Schturk.

- Yes.

- I was very sorry to
read in the Times

that he'd abandoned
the bohemian diet.

- I know, much too fat.

-[Richard] I meant the
Czech Provincial Assembly.

(Lili laughs)

- So did I.
(Richard laughs)

- You know, for the life of me,

I can't remember meeting
you at the Hofmannsthal's,

but how could one forget
a person of such charm?

- To tell the truth, I also
cannot remember meeting you,

but we are together now, so.
(Richard laughs)

It is my brother who tells
me we have met before

and what my brother
says I must accept.

- No doubt your brother
has a livelier--

- Imagination?

-[Richard] I was going to say
a livelier memory than yours.

-[Lili] He has.

- It is a most delicious bird.

- I'm glad you're enjoying
the grouse, Herr Schnabel.

- And I am delighted to
renew its acquaintance.

My sister and I spent
a delightful month

last year in Hampshire
at Lord Burrowmare's.

I painted, Lili joined
the grouse shoot.

- Grouse?

In Hampshire?

Pheasant surely.

- Pheasants.

Yes, of course.

Lili shot many, did
you not, my dear?

She's very deadly with a gun.

- Shot her husband, she did.

Five years ago.

The Count de Ternay.

-[Ruby] Oh no.

- Yeah, it's common knowledge
in the Crown and Anchor.

Well, he came after
her with a gun.

There was a struggle
and he got killed.

Lord Elidale's valet told
me over a pint of beer.

He was there when it happened.

- Did Lord Elidale's
valet say why

he was after her with a gun?

- Oh, that's not for your
ears, Gwyneth, or yours, Ruby.

-[Ruby] Oh, go on, tell us.

Please.

- Well, he found her in a
(speaks in foreign language)

with the Baron Duress.
- In a what?

- In bed.
(Gwyneth gasps)

- It's what they call a
crime of passions, isn't it?

- Eh?

Well, they hushed
it up naturally.

The de Ternay family
contested the will

so as she wouldn't get a penny,

only the clothes
she stood up in.

Or lay down in.

- How does she live?

- On her wits and worse.

-[Ruby] What does that mean?

- I'm not gonna give
you ideas, Ruby.

Anyway, now she's after Mr.
Bellamy, plain as a pikestaff.

All that talk of the
Burrowmare's estate.

She's never been in Hampshire
in her life, I'll be bound.

- How can you be so sure?

- Because I know a rogue
when I see one.

After all, I'm a bit
of one myself.

(Gwyneth squeals)
- Oh, Gwyneth.

The silver corkscrew with
the steel brush is missing.

Look for it in the dining room

first thing in the morning,
if you please.

- Shall I go now, Mr. Hudson?

Everything must be accounted for

at the end of every working day.

- Oh, very well, Gwyneth.

Ah.

Here we are.

- Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- Half past 11.

Quite like old times, isn't it?

- So, they appreciated their
dinner, did they, Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, indeed, Mrs. Bridges.

- And is she a very
charming lady?

- Most entertaining
and she spoke

very highly of the
cheese straws.

- (chuckles) I knew I was
right not to use the Parmesan.

- You know, the master
smiled again tonight.

Not just once but frequently.

Now that's a change.

- In the case, I hope
she comes here often

and often and often.
(Mr. Hudson laughs)

(Gwyneth clears throat)

-[Gwyneth] Excuse me, sir.

- Who's there?

- It's the new maid, sir.

Gwyneth, sir.

- Oh, good evening, Gwyneth.

- I hope I'm not disturbing
you, sir,

but Mr. Hudson sent me to
look for the corkscrew.

- Oh, is that it?

It was under the table.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- Yes well, I hope
you're going to be

very happy with us, Gwyneth.

- Oh, I think so, sir.

- Well, goodnight.

- Poor man.

(gasps)

Forgive me, my lady.

- Well, I hated telling all
those lies, little brother.

- You spoke nothing but
the truth I think.

I spoke from my imagination,
but of course it's a good one.

(Lili laughs)

I'm a very creative person.

Now, when do you go to see
the roses with Bellamy?

- The picture gallery first.

Then the botanical
gardens Friday.

- Then tomorrow you will
spend in the library,

finding out all about
English landscape painting

and details of all that is
to be seen in the gallery.

- Oh, Kurt, you can't
still be hungry.

- On Friday, you will
wear something

that sets off your
shoulders well.

- Why?

-[Kurt] Because Richard
Bellamy appreciates shoulders.

- How do you know that?

- From one of the paintings
of his wife in the house.

I hope they are as
rich as I assume.

I must make some more inquiries.

Possibly the Southwall Guild
is wearing a little thin.

He had a somewhat dusty
and defeated look.

- But so attractive.

-[James] Oh, hello.

- Oh, where's your father?
- Hmm?

- I thought he was
coming with us to Harris.

- My father is about to escort

the Comtesse de Ternay
to the picture gallery.

- Oh, is he?

- Life in the old dog yet, eh?

- I can't help but be amused
to see you both so taken in.

-[James] Hmm?

- She is quite insincere.

- Possibly, but very alluring
and stinking rich no doubt.

- How do you know?

- All the de Ternays are.

Perhaps he'll marry her.

- James.
- Well, what he needs.

He can move out of here.

Start another family.

- She's much too old.

- She's not 30.

- She's 30.

I'm Queen Victoria.

Come on.

I do want to alter those
chances today.

- But how can he get to the
picture gallery without a cab?

- He's gonna walk there.

- Walk?

- Yes, through Green Park.

That's why he'd asked
me to put him out

a pair of really strong shoes.

- Strong shoes?

In time?

- For walking through the
park with a scarlet woman.

- Now, that's enough, Edward.

- That's not half the
stories I've heard about her.

- Then shut your ears,
my boy, as I have.

The Comtesse de Ternay is a
title widow of ample means

and it is not our place
to pass moral judgment

on the behavior of our betters.

That is for the Lord above.

Besides, a wee walk
through the park

might do the master
a pile of good.

- But you just said he--

- He needs to get some fresh
air before the winter sets in.

- But it's only August.

- Be quiet, Edward.

The master doesn't get out
nearly enough, you know.

- Well, the stories I've heard

in the Crown and Anchor
are certainly different.

There's one...

(person knocking)

- RB.

RB.

(lilting orchestral music)

-[Richard] It's very fine.

- Such power and color
and the sky, magnificent.

So physical.

Very exciting.

Joseph Mallord William
Turner, 1775 to 1851.

It was the beginning of his
century period, you know.

Under the influence--

-[Both] Of the Italian
Renaissance.

- (chuckles) You're very
knowledgeable, my dear.

- Well, I make a study
of these things.

I am the sister of a painter.

- Well, of course.

(Lili sighs)

- Kurt often declares
he would give

his left arm to paint
like Turner.

- Perhaps he will one day.

Paint like Turner.

- I fear not.

It is not given to many of us
to realize our true talents.

Or to express our true natures.

- Lili, what is your
true nature?

- I think it is to be happy.

And yours?

- Perhaps the same.

- Oh, Gwyneth.

You did sort through
that laundry barrel

before you sent it off?

- Every single garment,
Rose, like I always do.

- It's just that Mr. Bellamy's
lost a gold cufflink.

Just one.

I was hoping he might
have left it

in one of his shirts,
that's all.

- I haven't seen no cufflink.

There's our dinner later.

Shall I cut the bread for
our dinner, Mrs. Bridges?

- Oh no, dear, Ruby
will do that.

Ooh.

Ooh, my heartburn.

Ever since her ladyship died
it's been giving me fair gib.

- I know a special remedy.

I'll make it up for
you, Mrs. Bridges.

Three drums magnesia, of
rhubarb in powder one scruple,

one ounce of cinnamon water.

The mixture tastes delightful,

delays pain, and destroys
flatulency.

I'll make it up for
you after work tonight.

- Oh, do it for me now,
would you, dear?

- Very well.

I'll get the ingredients
straight after dinner.

- Ruby, I need some
more grapes peeled.

- That water should
be boiling hot.

What smells so delicious?

- Quiche Lorraine.

The Countess de Ternay's
favorite dish.

- Oh, is she coming here again?

- Has to, don't she?

She'll go hungry else.

- What do you mean, Ruby, you
foolish ignorant creature?

She's a French countess.

- Only by marriage,
she's Viennese.

- And she's living
at the Savoy Hotel.

- Cast off without a penny,
having shot her husband

and Lady Dicbecave went
into her dress shop

and found her husband
buying her a dress

and so she slapped
her face in public

and then she had a screaming
fit, just like you and me.

Well, me.

- Who's been telling you
this wicked nonsense?

-[Ruby] Edward.

- Oh, Edward.

- James.

Couldn't you investigate her?

Well, just a little.

- Well, how do you
investigate someone a little?

Besides, if anyone's fortune
hunting, it's Father, not Lili.

No, I think we should
wish him happy hunting

and a rich wife.

- She hasn't come yet.

-[Hazel] It's not one o'clock.

- Hazel, now this is
quite ridiculous.

My favorite tie pin is missing.

One little thing after another.

- Your tie pin.

Well, Rose did tell me
that your cufflink

turned up again as if by magic,

so why not look a little
more carefully

for your favorite tie pin?

- It's nearly one o'clock

and I cannot go to lunch
without a pin in my cravat.

- You mean your favorite pin?

In your smartest cravat?

- Quite right, Father.

As Hudson would say, standards.

Now myself, I think I'm
gonna pop upstairs

and change into my best tie.

Maroon has a certain
gaiety, don't you think?

- Now a turquoise cravat pin
in a small red leather case.

Well?

- I've not seen it, Mr. Hudson,

and I've turned his
room up thorough.

- Ruby?

(Ruby sobs)

- Oh, what would she
want with a cravat pin?

Anyway, she's not allowed
in the rooms upstairs.

- Well, I haven't seen
it, Mr. Hudson.

- Gwyneth?

- Oh no, Mr. Hudson.

I'd never go in a gentleman's
bedroom.

Not since my last place
where I became the object

of my employer's unlawful
and unbridled lust, see?

His eyes would strip the clothes
from my poor female body.

- Yes yes, all right,
thank you, Gwyneth.

Now I want you all
to give a sharp

lookout for this cravat pin.

On the stairs.

On the landings.

In all the rooms
in every corner.

I intend to find it or
whoever it was that took it.

Now you may go about
your duties.

- What are you doing, Gwyneth?

I thought afternoon
work was quite over.

- I'm not at all tired, Madame.

I was tidying your desk, Madame.

- Thank you, but
there's no need.

- I'm quite fascinated
by the different colors

seen in the pattern along the
side of your desk, Madame.

It's been exposed to
rather more sunshine

than the other side,
has it not, Madame?

- You do have a healthy
curiosity, Gwyneth.

And you're very knowledgeable.

- Oh, thank you, Madame.

May I confide in you, Madame?

- Well yes, of course.

What is it?

- Madame, why is everyone
so blind?

They see only what
they want to see.

Edward is quite right
and so is Ruby.

- What about?

- The Comtesse de Ternay
is a wicked woman.

She killed her husband in Vienna

and had her face slapped by
Lady Dicbecave in a dress shop.

- Oh really, Gwyneth.

- She's quite penniless
and her brother

lives off what gentleman
give her.

Yet, she's here to lunch
nearly every day

and poor Mr. Bellamy
is quite taken--

- Thank you, Gwyneth.

How do you know all this?

- Well, I shall have to explain

and since you've been
gracious enough

to engage me in your household,

I feel I owe it to you to be
honest about my true identity.

- Yes?

- I beg you, Mrs. Bellamy,

never to reveal it
to a living soul.

I feel I can trust you.

- Oh, of course you can.

- I am the natural daughter of
the Viscomtesse Ella de Lucy

by her husband's estate agent.

His lordship had me well
cared for and educated,

but I chose domestic service.

You see, although I cannot
be accepted in society,

as a servant, I can live
among those who are.

- Well, thank you, Gwyneth,

for warning me about
the countess

and for telling me
all about yourself.

I will respect your confidence.

- You're not angry, Madame?

- No, I'm not.

- Thank you, Madame.

- Thank you, Gwyneth.

- Charming.

Oh, quite charming.

And most evocative.

You know, (laughs)

this is really rather
scandalous, Lili.

(laughs)

- What, for us to be
here unchaperoned?

- Yes.

- Well, this is an
artist's studio

and to artists, all
things are allowed.

- You think so?
- Yes.

- Oh, I say.

- I have devoted
much of my life,

not so much to my brother
perhaps, but to his talent.

Since our parents died, I
have been a mother to it.

- Oh, I like his work,

though I suspect he would
not wish me to.

It has a deliberate

perversity I think.

- Yes?

- Lili?

- Richard.

My brother, who depends
upon me for money.

- Lili.

- Oh, I get so tired
of hiding things.

- Oh, my poor Lili.

- I am very fond
of you, Richard.

- And I of you.

You have the most beautiful
shoulders.

I'm sorry, but you
are so beautiful.

- Yes, and we are here alone
and now I am quite helpless.

-[Richard] Forgive me.

- Oh, it's not a question of
forgiveness but of honesty.

I am a scandalous lady, Richard.

- I don't mind very much
at the moment, my dearest.

- Oh, but you should.

I am really very wicked.

(Richard laughs)

I shot my husband.

There was a quarrel.

It was his gun meant for me

and there was an accident.

I was declared innocent
by the police.

I did not love my husband,
he did not expect me to.

He was 25 years older
than me, I was very young,

but I married him so Kurt

could have his paints
and canvases.

Oh, Kurt is very extravagant.

Then I met a man I did love.

The Baron Duress.

I could not help myself.

That is my nature.

It is to love,

but so few are worth
the loving, Richard.

-[Richard] Am I?

- Well, if you kissed me
again, I might know for sure.

- You will be compromised, Lili.

- Oh yes, Richard, please.

- Lili.

- Wait.

Richard, wait.

Also, Lady Dicbecave
slapped my face

in a dress shop recently
(Richard laughs)

when her husband was
buying me a dress.

(Richard laughs)

Well, she did not think
it was funny.

- You're adorable, Lili.

I love you.

I'll buy you a dozen dresses

to join the thousand
you have already.

What now?

- I don't want gifts
from you, Richard.

I want more.

I want your soul.

- If you can find it,
you can have it.

Have you any more confessions?

- Oh, many, many, many.

- I won't believe them,
but do go on.

You have the most
fascinating mouth,

especially when you were
saying those dreadful things.

-[Kurt] Mr. Bellamy.

I'm appalled.

You, an English gentleman,
take advantage of my absence

in this way when I have
eaten at your table.

- Kurt, what is the
matter with you?

- What is the matter
with you, sister?

Shall I throw you out,
sir, or will you go?

(Richard laughs)

- I will go.

I can remember this
sort of occurrence

from my extreme youth,
only then it was husbands.

Not brothers.

- Oh Richard, dearest.

- Have lunch with me tomorrow.

- Oh, we shall see.

- I'll meet you downstairs
in the foyer at one o'clock.

- Richard.

- We'll go somewhere quiet.

- Just in time I hope.

We were mistaken, you see.

That man's not wealthy.

(chuckles)

Lady Marjorie left the
bulk of her estate

to the daughter and son.

(laughs)

We have wasted our time.

(laughs)

Kindly have mercy on me
and order me some tea.

(laughs)

- I like him better than
any man I have ever met.

Our minds match, Kurt.

- Then you must not see him
again, less your liking of him

gets the better of
your common sense.

- Could I not be allowed
to love just a little?

- Don't deceive yourself, Lili.

You have not the capacity.

- And who has made me thus?

- Not I.

You are a woman made like a
man, with promiscuous desires.

It is your misfortune.
- Please don't, Kurt.

- But is it not true?

- Yes, it is true.

Other women do not
seem to be like me.

All they talk about
of love and romance,

but what really happens
between a man and a woman,

they choose to forget.

In the gutters there
is more honesty.

- There speaks my Lili.

Now, there is a certain
Spencer Stanton of Greenwich.

A wealth sheeping merchant.

Lili, don't look so downcast.

By the way, how much of the
truth did you tell Bellamy?

- Enough.

- Of your interesting past?

- Another five minutes and I
would have told him much more.

- Then my dear, I'm afraid
you would have

seen the back of him.

- You think so, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Perhaps.

(Kurt chuckles)

- Have you ever been
in love, Rose?

-[Rose] Once.

- Tell me about it.

- It's not for telling.

- I'm in love, Rose.

- You still see him?

- Yes.

-[Rose] When?

- Every day.

-[Rose] Who is he?

- It's my secret.

Never seek to tell your love,
love that never can be told.

That's a poem.

Blake.

- Never heard of him.

- Rose.

Have you ever, you know,
like they do upstairs?

Country weekends and that?

- No, of course I've not.

- I think it's disgusting.

Well, you can understand
the men with common women

or even us maids who can't
help ourselves sometimes,

but that lady should allow it

and they're so grand and
their clothes so special.

I don't understand it.

I think the good
Lord should have

arranged things more decent.

- My mother and father
were quite happy.

All cozy and warm.

Course they're dead now, but
they're lying side by side

in the same grave, just
like they did in bed.

- Don't speak like that.

- People must take their
happiness where they find it.

- When I was little,

a man showed himself to me.

- Oh, Gwyneth.

- All the wickedness
in the world

put in one place to get me.

I ran and ran.

I couldn't tell my mum,
poor soul, she was ill.

Dying.

Oh, I should never have
left her in the first place.

Then it wouldn't have happened.

- No, you mustn't
think like that.

- I do.

I try to be good always, Rose,

but sometimes I can't
help myself.

- What do you mean?

- I can't keep my mouth shut.

I make up stories, see?

And I do dreadful things.

Oh, can I tell you?

Please.

And I'll have to give my notice.

It's the master.

- What about him?

- Oh, I surely wouldn't mind.

- Gwyneth.

What is it?

- I must have something
of his to keep.

Then I put the others back, see?

(Rose gasps)

It's like a kind of talisman.

Otherwise, I get very
tired I think.

All the work I do.

- Mrs. Bridges.

Could you come here
a moment please?

You're needed.

- The Comtesse de Ternay is
quite plainly unsuitable.

- Yes, James.

- She's an adventurous.

A murderer, as they say.

- Yes, James.

- An adulterous too.

- Possibly.

- If you wish to be seen in
public with such a woman,

I can't stop you.

- Thank you for your
permission, James.

- Richard.

Your tie pin has been found
and your other single cufflink.

- Where?

Here, let me do it.

- In the apron pocket
of the new maid.

- Oh, is she a little
mad, do you think?

- Oh, not mad, but a
little eccentric certainly.

- Oh, she's dishonest, Hazel.

You must dismiss her.

- I think that's a little
harsh, James.

- No, no, no, servants only
take advantage of kindness.

That's what Mother
always used to say.

Give them an inch and
they take a mile.

She must go at once.

- No.

Reprimand her and then
forget about it.

Those are my orders, James.

What would she want with a
single cufflink and a tie pin?

- She has conceived a
fondness for you, Richard.

- Oh no.

Really?

-[Hazel] Yes, poor creature.

- Well.

She'll get over it.

I must go

to luncheon with Lili.

- Let off, eh?

It's more than you
deserve, my girl.

- I don't know what
comes over me.

- From now on, you must
pray for guidance

to the almighty Father, my girl,

that he might deliver you
from the powers of temptation.

Here on earth, you
can be sure that

we'll be keeping a
close watch on you.

- Please watch me and save me.

You see, I hurt inside.

I'm lonely.

(sobs)

- Well, you've got us, Gwyneth.

And I can't get the winter
curtains up on my own.

Only, please try not to do
everything better than me.

- I'll try not.

- And Rose, the attic grates
are in a shocking state.

Quite rusted in some parts.

- Oh, but Mr.--
- You will see to it

that Gwyneth makes up
some of her excellent

Brunswick black and
attends to them.

- And I'll take you out
walking one Sunday, Gwyneth.

If Mr. Hudson lets me of course.

- It's not fair.

- What's not fair, Ruby?

- Nothing, Mrs. Bridges.

- It won't do of course.

- Of course not.

- We're each as bad
as the other.

(violin music)

- I know.

- But we are much nicer
than the people around us.

- Oh?

Yes.

- But we must love them.

We have our duties to them
and we cannot hurt them.

- I suppose not.

- Will you be very grieved?

- Oh.

A little.

You?

- Well.

I'm a man for marriage
or nothing.

I don't think either of us

can afford to marry
without money.

- No.

Richard, it is a lovely day.

After lunch, I should
like to walk

along the river to Chelsea.

We must enjoy what we have,
which is the day and each other.

Tomorrow I am to meet Mr.
Spencer Stanton of Greenwich.

- Greenwich?

Oh dear.

- How else is a woman to live?

It is that or take in washing.

- We all live as
we must I think.

You are right.
(people applauding)

We must try to enjoy this day.

This evening we shall part,
go back to our everyday lives

and our boring tasks.

These moments are precious.

They should be gathered
in and treasured.

They're all we have.

- Where might you be off to?

- Away.

Do not disturb yourself,
Mrs. Bridges.

I've left a little note for
Mrs. Bellamy on the hall table.

- Do you mean to say
you're sneaking off

without giving notice
nor nothing?

- That's right, I'm on my way.

- Why?

- Like I said, I'm
desirous of change.

Cheerio.

(lilting orchestral music)