All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S04E03 The Beastly Hun WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(serene classical music)

-[Georgina] I'm sorry, Hudson,

I forgot my key.

- That's quite alright, miss.

- Come on.
(engine puttering)

-[Georgina] Is Mrs. Bellamy in?

- She's in the morning
room, miss.

(Mrs. Bellamy humming)

-[Georgina] Hello, Hazel.

- Hello.

-[Georgina] Come in.

- Thanks.

- This is Dennis Kemp of
the Royal, what is it?

- The Royal Welsh Fusilliers.

- Mrs. Bellamy, my sort of
step-cousin by marriage.

-[Mrs. Bellamy] How do you do?

- How do you do.

- We've just been to lunch

with Dennis' mother
out at Richmond,

and these are from her garden.

- Oh!

- They're called merry widows.

- Thank you.

They're beautiful.

- We drove back through Putney.

It was lovely, lots of
people all looking happy.

Isn't it strange?

Does it mean the war's
about to finish?

- If it is, all my efforts
will be wasted.

- (chuckles) Hazel's packing up

hundreds of mufflers and
things for the front.

- Well, may I have one?

I'm going to the front tomorrow.

- Oh, no; these are for the
ordinary soldiers, aren't they?

-[Mrs. Bellamy] Yes.

- Hazel thinks that officers
can buy their own at Harrods.

- Oh Hudson, would you
fetch a vase for these?

I'll arrange them myself.

-[Hudson] Very good, madam.

- And will you get me
what you promised?

- All right.

Stay here and talk to Hazel.

- Do sit down.

- I tell you as how
they've got women waiters

at the Athenaeum these days.

- Whatever next.

- But Rose waits at
tables here, Mrs. Bridges.

- Where's Daisy?

- Over at the baker's,
Mr. Hudson.

- Then be so good as to put
water in this vase, Rose.

Take it up to the mistress
in the morning room.

- All right, I can do
it when I finish this.

- When you return, Rose.

Household duties must
still occasionally

take priority over the
army's footwear.

It is socks, I take it?

- And bally-clav helmets.

- And comforters.

I was reading this poster;

it said that any woman
who, by working,

helps to release a
man for fighting,

does national war service.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Well,
takin' brandies and sodas

to old gentlemen in
the Anth-enaeum club

doesn't sound to me like
helpin' the war service.

-[Ruby] But if it's helpin'

to release a man for
fightin', Mrs. Bridges?

- They ain't got to do much
fightin' in them socks, Ruby.

- I've been in charge
of men from my regiment

who've come back from the
front, wounded at Neufchatel.

Convalescing, almost
ready to go back now.

Well, you can imagine
I felt rather a fraud.

-[Mrs. Bellamy] Did they talk
to you of their experiences?

- Not much.

I think they knew it
was my turn next.

- Thank you, Rose.

(paper rustles)

Will you mind going?

- No, no, it's better
now I know for certain.

And I'm lucky; I've
met Georgina.

- Lucky?

- Oh yes; it makes
all the difference,

having someone in mind.

I'm sure your husband
would agree.

- Yes.

- Yes, yes, it gives
a reason to it all.

-[Mrs. Bellamy] Have you
known each other long?

- No, no, only a
very short while,

and naturally, I can't
ask anything of her.

But, if I do return
in one piece...

Well anyway, she's already

scored a bulls-eye
with my mother.

- It's an awful likeness,

but if you really want it?

- Oh yes, I do.

Thank you.

-[Georgina] Well, shall
we have some tea?

-[Daisy] Well, thank you
very much, Mr. Schoenfeld.

- You don't know ze
trouble we have

getting the flour, Daisy.

- Good afternoon!

- Good afternoon.

- It's Daisy, my dear,
from Mrs. Bellamy's house.

- Ah, you take good care
of zose loaves, Daisy.

Oh, they're precious
nowadays, like gold.

- Don't let anyone steal
them from you on the street.

(Daisy chuckles)

- With flour so scarce,
and no coal for my ovens,

I can only bake two
days in the week.

How many loaves did you supply?

- Four, my dear; for a favor

to an old customer,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, I'll tell her.

Here, these ha'penny
buns have got smaller.

-[Mr. Schoenfeld] And
dearer; penny now.

- You're very lucky
to have them,

my dear.
- Yes.

- You can't get buns like
zat anywhere else in London.

- Oh, and how do
you manage, then?

- Special methods.

The same way as I get you
hot cross buns at Easter.

- I'm back, Mother;
can I have my tea?

- You do not come into zis
shop when we have customers.

- Hello, Wilfred.

- He wants to join
up in the army

at 10 years old, I ask you.

- Oh, I hope he doesn't have to.

I hope this war's over soon.

- Will be, will be;
there's no doubt of it.

Already we're pushing
Fritz back, eh Wilfred?

- Come along, Wilfred.

- Loves playing soldiers.

I give him some for
his birthday.

- (chuckles) It's my birthday
next week, next Wednesday.

- Is it? Then you
must have a cake.

- Oh, I haven't seen a
birthday cake for ages.

-[Mr. Schoenfeld] You will
have one; leave it to me.

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

You shouldn't trouble.

-[Mr. Schoenfeld] How's
Edward getting on?

- Oh, all right.

I get nice cheerful letters.

- From the front, eh?

- No, Codford St. Mary, his
camp on Salisbury Plain.

- Tell him to stay there.

- I will, (chuckles) bye!

-[Mr. Schoenfeld] Bye!

(door bell dingles)

(Daisy humming)

- You better make our tea, Ruby.

-[Hudson] Oh, careful.

- Oh, that my bread?

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges,
and lucky to get any.

Mr. Schoenfeld let us have
these as a special favor.

- Special favor, indeed;
I should think so,

considering we've been
having bread from him

ever since I can remember.

- We want no special favors,
Mr. Schoenfeld, thank you.

- Whyever not, Mr. Hudson?

-[Mrs. Bridges] They're
very nice people.

Very good tradespeople, too.

-[Rose] Best bakers round here.

- I like him; he's always
ever so nice and kind to me.

- I watched him since
he was a young lad,

when his father first
come over here

and opened up the shop.

- Exactly, Mrs. Bridges.

Since his father first came
over here as a German refugee

from the Franco-Prussian war.

- Don't think I quite get
your meaning, Mr. Hudson.

- I do; I read a leaflet.

Mr. Hudson thinks that
Mr. Schoenfeld,

bein' of German origin,

is gonna start poisonin'
the bread.

(Daisy laughs)

- This is no laughing matter,

I assure you, Daisy, Rose.

As long ago as last
August, all enemy aliens

were obliged to register at
their nearest police stations.

- Enemy aliens?

- The German people living

and working over here,
Mrs. Bridges.

And although the government
has since seen fit

to intern thousands of
them in special places,

many more are still
roaming free.

- Why?

- Because they're cunning, Ruby.

They change their names.

I read in the papers that

a city firm called
Siebold Brothers

changed their names
to Carson Brothers,

and a man called Rosenheim
announced in the Times

that he would be known
in future as Rowles.

- But Alfred Schoenfeld
hasn't changed his name.

Why isn't he in one of
them special places?

- 'Cos he's a nationalised
Briton,

and as patriotic as you or I.

- That is not the point, Rose.

Some of you may pronounce it
shawn-field for convenience,

but the correct way
is shen-felt.

The name and the spelling
are German;

and believe you me, if his
father was still alive,

he would certainly be
interned already.

- Better off dead, then.

- For his own protection
as much as anything else.

- Protection? Who from?

From us, or the Germans?

I don't understand
that, Mr. Hudson.

- Yes; you'll have to explain
that to us, Mr. Hudson.

- I will, gladly--
- Excuse me,

- Mrs. Bridges.
- Mr. Hudson,

but I've got work to do.

- Well...

- Spies?

- Yes miss; there's been cases

of signalmen being overpowered

and trains being sent
down the wrong lines

and coming off the rails,

and Germans have been
caught on the east coast

signaling to German submarines.

And bombs have been found

in the trunks of German
governesses.

- (laughs) Oh no, that's
too much, Daisy.

- Oh no, it isn't.

- Here, see if these'll fit.

-[Georgina] Thank you, Hazel.

- Daisy, who's been telling
you about German spies?

- Mr. Hudson, madam.

He's read about it
in the newspapers,

and he's told us all
to be on our guard.

- But I don't see what you
could do about it, Daisy,

or what any of us could do.

- I've read these stories too,

and I think they're exaggerated.

Put it all out of
your mind, Daisy.

- Yes, I will, madam.

Mr. Hudson says the
newspapers don't say enough.

He says they're muzzled,
like dogs to stop 'em biting.

Well, I thought the war
was goin' on in France,

but it's not; it's
goin' on here,

right under our noses,
and we can't see it.

Will that be everything, miss?

- Yes, thank you, Daisy.

- And Mr. Hudson says,
if you please madam,

to beware of tennis courts.

- Tennis courts?

- Yes madam, in German
people's houses.

'Cos really, he says,
they're gun platforms.

- Yes, well, thank you Daisy.

(door thuds shut)

- Hudson working up
patriotic fervor.

- Is that what it is?

Well, enjoy your evening,
Georgina.

That young lieutenant
that came this afternoon,

he seemed very charming.

- Dennis? Yes, he's very nice.

He's taking me to
see La Traviata.

- Are you going to see him
off to the front tomorrow?

- Oh no; his train goes
at eight. (door squeaks)

He told me not to miss my
beauty sleep. (giggles)

(Mrs. Bellamy sighs)

(lamp clicks)

-[Mr. Bellamy] This
Dardanelles business looks

more and more like a
major blunder on our part,

if these latest reports
are to be believed.

- Are they?

-[Mr. Bellamy] What?

- Are they to be believed?

How much of the truth are
the newspapers telling

about anything these days?

- Well, it's not always
in our best interest

to be told the literal truth.

It could lead to alarm
and confusion;

that's why we have
a press bureau.

- To be selective as to what
we may or may not be told?

-[Mr. Bellamy] Yes.

- Then propaganda is more
important than truth?

- The right sort, properly
handled; well, of course it is.

To keep up public morale.

You must remember that
people nowadays

rely on their newspapers
more than ever before.

We must make the
best use of them.

- So fill them up with
stories of German atrocity.

- Oh yes, they do go
too far sometimes.

There is, it's what
people want to read.

It stiffens their determination
to defeat the enemy.

I think it's justified.

- Richard.

People are being roused
by these loathsome stories

to a point of uncontrolled
hysteria.

We've got everybody looking
for spies under the bed.

It's ludicrous.

You may clear away the
coffee, thank you Rose.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Government's
denying rumors

about spies every day.

- Nobody believes them;
why should they?

People know they're not
being told the truth,

so they believe what their
imagination tells them;

and soon, they'll start
to act stupidly

through fear and ignorance.

- I wonder.

Rose, what do you think
about all these spy stories?

- I don't believe a
word of them, sir.

- Not even the ones Hudson's
been telling you, Rose?

- Hudson?

- Well sir, Mr. Hudson has
always had a bee in his bonnet

about spies; he thought
Alfred was a spy.

Alfred was our footman
what went to Germany, and--

- Yes, I know about Alfred.

Thank you, Rose.

Rose may not believe
them, but the others do.

- Now, what do you mean?

-[Mrs. Bellamy] I think
you should know

the state of morale in
this house, Richard.

- All right.

What stories in particular
has Hudson been spreading?

- Horrible things.

He reads them in the
less-reputable newspapers every
day.

- Well, then you must
have a word with him.

- Well, don't you
think you should?

He'd take it so much
better from you.

- No, Hazel, it's up to you.

You're the mistress
of the house.

And as this particular issue
involves the female servants,

it's your job to speak to him.

Well, I must get
off to the House.

Tell Hudson I'll
be in for dinner.

Goodbye, my dear.

(door thuds shut)

(clock ticking softly)

(rapping on door)

(door creaking)

- Would you like a cup
of tea, Mr. Hudson?

- What?

No, no thank you.

(door clicks shut)

- Thank you, Daisy.

(door thuds shut)

Oh, you've all done
magnificently.

- Well madam, anything we
can do to help our boys.

Ruby?

Is this sock or scarf?

- It's not one o' mine,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Certainly isn't one o' mine.

- Here's some more o'
them old magazines.

- Oh, thank you Rose.

- Right, here.

Where we gonna fit some
in for you, Mrs. Bridges?

- Oh thanks, thanks Rose.

-[Rose] Here, you can
have one, dear.

Oh, that's not for
packin', madam.

That's Mr. Hudson's personal.

- Oh, I see. (chuckles)

-[Rose] Stop readin'.

- When you've all finished
the packing,

would you put the boxes
in the front hall?

They'll be collected
this evening.

- Very good, madam.

Ruby, isn't Mr. Hudson comin'

to have his cup of tea in here?

-[Ruby] No, Mrs. Bridges;
he doesn't want any.

He seems in a funny mood.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Still
upset about

that Dumfries nurse, I expect.

-[Daisy] What Dumfries nurse?

-[Rose] The one that
got savaged by Germans.

-[Daisy] Here, that
was never true, was it?

- You only hear one hundredth
part of the atrocities

perpetrated in this war, Daisy.

- Me friend says that
there's Belgium girls

walkin' about London
with their hands cut off,

and there's this factory
just outside Berlin

where they're meltin'
down dead bodies

to make grease for guns.

- Oh, be quiet, Ruby.

Pick up that string
and tie up your box.

(string twangs)
(Ruby huffs)

(rapid footsteps)

(door clacks shut)

(mantel clock ticking faintly)

(door clicks shut)

-[Mrs. Bellamy] Hudson.

- Madam.

- I know that you have been

butler in this house
a long time.

-[Hudson] Madam.

- And I am reluctant to
criticise your conduct

in the servants' hall,
which is your own concern.

- Yes, madam?

-[Mrs. Bellamy] I know this war

is upsetting you a great deal.

- Indeed madam, I think
we're all upset by it.

- Yes.

Hudson, I want to
be frank with you.

I heard Daisy telling
Miss Georgina

stories of so-called
German spying activities

which she heard from you.

She was recounting them in a
way that clearly alarmed her,

probably alarmed Miss Georgina,
and certainly alarmed me.

- They are alarming
stories, madam.

- Not in that sense, Hudson.

I was alarmed that you should
be spreading these stories

which for the most part
are not verified.

-[Hudson] But madam,
the newspapers--

- Yes, I know about
the newspapers, Hudson.

And certain types of magazine
which seem to be circulating,

printing stories and pictures
that some people want to see.

For example, that Scottish nurse

that was supposed to
be tortured in Belgium.

- Do you mean Nurse Hume?

-[Mrs. Bellamy] Yes.

It was proved that her
sister invented the story,

because Nurse Hume did
volunteer for service,

but she never in fact
left Huddersfield.

- That was later reported, but--

- But you don't believe it.

Hudson, don't you see
how irresponsible talk

can affect innocent lives?

The Germans are human beings,
exactly the same as we are.

If we cannot believe ourselves
capable of such horrors,

how can we believe it of them?

The servants have been unsettled
by these stories, Hudson,

and I want that to stop.

Do you understand me?

- Yes madam; but you will allow,

I can't alter my own feelings.

And I feel strongly
that this war

is not just being fought
in the battlefields,

but right here among us.

- Of all your alleged
spy stories, Hudson,

only one single spy has
been caught and convicted:

Carl Hans Lody.

- With respect madam,
there was also that barber

on the Caledonian road.

- Yes, you're quite right.

I had forgotten the barber
in the Caledonian road.

- I will curb my tongue
madam; I'm sorry.

I appreciate there are
gullible young minds.

- Gullible, yes.

- They ought nevertheless
to realize

the utter savagery and
brutality of those,

those pigs, the Huns, madam.
-[Mrs. Bellamy] Hudson!

- They are inhuman monsters!

- They are human beings, Hudson!

They are no more inclined

to cruelty and inhumanity
than we are!

It's lies!

So let us have no more stories

of spies or atrocities
in this house.

Do you understand?

- If those are your
orders, madam.

- Yes, Hudson.

(paper rustles)

- "Of all the deeds of
infamy done against vessels,

"one stands out above
all others:

"the sinking of the
Cunard liner Lusitania.

"This great ship, the
pride of the Atlantic,

"was passing the old head of
Kinsale on May the seventh,

"when she fell a victim
to a German submarine.

"It was just after lunch.

"The great liner was steaming
on a placid sunlit sea.

"Mothers and nurses were playing

"with their children
on the deck,

"for there were many
children on board.

"Suddenly, without warning,
two torpedoes struck;

"and the liner sank, nose
down, in a very short time.

"Many hundreds of people
were hurled into the sea.

"There were no ships
near at hand.

"Parents held up their
children in the water

"till both sank from
utter exhaustion.

"One mother held her baby
above her till rescue came,

"but the cold had killed
the little one

"before it could be taken
out of the sea.

"Rich and poor, millionaires
and laborers,

"bravely met their doom.

"Close on 1,200 souls perished,

"and Germany proclaimed
herself by the act

"the enemy of the human race."

- Monsters.

(rapping on door)
(Rose shushing)

(door squeaks)

- Hello, Rose.

Some extra loaves
for Mrs. Bridges,

and a surprise for Daisy:
a cake for her birthday.

- Oh, that is kind of
you, Mr. Schoenfeld.

You come in and I'll see if
I can find a candle for it.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Who is it, Rose?

- Afternoon, Mrs. Bridges,
Mr. Hudson.

- Afternoon, Mr. Schoenfeld.

- Hello, Daisy.

- Hello!

- Many happy returns.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Schoenfeld, you wearin'
that badge because you're a--

- Ruby! (tuts)

- Because I'm what, Ruby?

- Nothing.

- Look what Mr. Schoenfeld's
brought for Daisy!

(women gasp)

Many happy returns
of the day, Daisy.

- Many happy returns of the day.

- You'll soon have a slice
of it, Mr. Schoenfeld.

- Thank you.

- It's lovely; I really
didn't expect it. (giggles)

- Oh, I always keep a promise.

- Look, come on, you're
supposed to

blow the candle out first,
to make a wish.

-[Daisy] Oh, I know what I wish.

I wish Eddie was here.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh,
don't say it!

It won't come true.

-[Mr. Schoenfeld] I don't
know what it will taste like.

-[Daisy] Sawdust,
probably. (laughs)

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh,
you ungrateful girl.

Did Mrs. Schoenfield bake it?

-[Mr. Schoenfeld] Yes, she did;

and I can tell you, Daisy,

she would make a tasty
cake out of sawdust.

(Daisy and Mr. Schoenfeld laugh)

- Well, I wouldn't
mind one meself,

only Daisy did mention that
you had something in mind.

- Mm-uh, delish-us.

(Mrs. Bridges chuckles)
-[Ruby] Lovely.

- Isn't Mr. Hudson
going to have some?

- Hm.

(rapid footsteps)

(door clacks shut)

Probably not very hungry.

(Mrs. Bridges chuckles)

(engine puttering)

- Here, I haven't given
Daisy a bit, yet.

Oh, let me chop off
you one Daisy.

I'm gonna give you the
bit with the daisy on it.

- Oh, it's a big bit.

-[Medical Officer] Yes,
teeth are all right.

Any serious illness, operations?

- No, no; I haven't been
in hospital for years, sir.

Oh, my knee; now I did
damage my knee once.

- Breathe deeply.

(Mr. Hudson inhales)
Out.

(Mr. Hudson exhales)
- But that hasn't--

given me any trouble
for a long time.

And as for illness--

-[Medical Officer] Once more.

Out.

- Well, the occasional
cold, you know;

but never anything to keep
me away from my duties.

-[Medical Officer]
Varicose veins?

- No, sir.

- Good.

Put your hand over your left eye

and read that notice, will you?

- Eh, which notice, sir?

- The one over there
in front of you.

With the letters on.

- E, O, S... R. V.

- Yes; now the other one.

- E, O, S, V, N--

No, no, M.

Oh, I'm sorry; my eyes seem
to be a wee bit tired today.

I can read perfectly
well, normally.

E, O--

- You wear spectacles, do you?

- Yes, yes; sometimes.

- Let me see them,
if you have them.

- They're a wee bit too
strong, these glasses.

I don't really need
them as strong as that.

(chuckles) I think
that's maybe why my eyes

are a bit strained today.

- How old did you say you were?

- 38, sir.

- Hm. I'm afraid we
can't have you.

Not with your eyesight.

The corporal will give
you an exemption card.

Next one, please.

(quiet footsteps)

(water splashing on hands)

- But if everything else
is all right sir,

could I not be considered
for an administrative job?

- I'm sorry.

There are other ways of
serving your country, you know.

Man of your resourcefulness,

I'm sure you'll find
something to do.

On the balance.

- The most extraordinary scenes
at the House this afternoon.

The stock exchange threw out
all brokers of German birth,

then marched onto
central hall Westminster,

and demanded the internment

of all Germans living
in the country.

-[Mrs. Bellamy] They can't do
that; it's against the law.

Were they arrested?

- No, no no; the police
just stood by.

Well, you could hardly
blame them, I suppose.

It is the mood of the country.

- It's frightening.

(teacup clinking)

What did Mr. Asquith do?

- Nothing; nowhere to be seen.

Instead, they were met by
Harry Dalziel; he's a radical.

He addressed the crowd
and told them

he was convinced there were

thousands of Germans
living all over London,

ready to set fire to the
city if the zeppelins come.

It wasn't the bakers
and the waiters

and the barbers that
worried him;

it was the people
of German birth

in high social and government
positions.

He'd have them all behind
bars, just to make sure.

- You don't agree
with that, do you?

- Oh no, no; of course not.

Most of them are loyal British
subjects, of course they are.

But there are the
dangerous ones.

How do we find them?
(teacup clinks)

- Would everyone be so excited
if there'd been no Lusitania?

- Yes, that act of barbarism

has rebounded on
them, thank God.

But I haven't yet told
you the main news:

the Coalition is
now a certainty.

Lloyd George has got his way;

they've sacked Churchill
from the Admiralty

and offered it to
Arthur Balfour.

- Yes, Rose?

- Two gentlemen to see you, sir.

- Ah, thank you Rose.

Will you show them into
the study, Rose?

(door clicks open)

(footsteps shuffling)

(door squeaks shut)

(coat rustles)

(distant hooves clopping)

(quiet knocking on door)

- Mr. Hudson?

Ah. Where've you been?

The master's been
lookin' for you.

Mr. Bonar Law and Mr.
Arthur Balfour is here,

and I had to show them
to the study myself.

- Oh my goodness, have
they been served with tea?

- Uh, yes, they have.

And Mrs. Bridges sent
up some o' them pastries

that Mr. Schoenfeld sent round.

- All right, Rose.

(door squeaks shut)

Now then, Mr. Hudson,
what have you been up to,

goin' off and leavin'
us like that?

Was it Albert Schoenfeld
upset you, was it?

- No no, he didn't upset
me; I wasn't upset.

I just, I just went out
for a wee walk, that's all.

- Wee walk? Where to?

- Nowhere.

- You can't walk nowhere.

- Down to the embankment,
that's all, for a breath of air.

- I don't believe you.

You've been up to somethin'.

What was it?

-[Hudson] If you must
know, I went down

to the recruiting office
at Scotland Yard.

- You never!

Oh, my goodness me.

-[Hudson] No, it's all
right; you can breathe again.

They wouldn't take me.

- I should hope not, indeed!

At your age?

- There are plenty
of men at my age.

- You wouldn't last a minute.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bridges.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson.

but whatever made you
think of such a thing?

- The same as makes
every decent man think;

the desire to do one's
duty for one's country.

The enemy has been
repulsed at Ypres.

Lord Kitchener has asked
for another 300,000 men

to make the final
push for victory.

- That may be, but if
we've come down to askin'

the likes of you, we're in a
pretty sorry state, believe me.

I don't mean no disrespect
to you, Angus, you know that.

- Well, what can I do, Kate?

I can't knit socks for the
troops like you; what can I do?

I feel of so little value,

what with Cap'n James and
young Edward still in uniform.

- Never mind about them.

You're as good a man as
they are, in your way.

And as useful, believe me.

We've got to have some
men stop in the home.

War's not all fightin',
you know.

And you're the one that's
always tellin' us that.

Well, you can join the
special constables,

like Mr. Murphy the butcher.

Got turned down for
his very-cose veins.

Now he's a special constable.

(hatbox thuds hollowly)

(high heels clacking)

(door thuds shut)

(hatpin clatters)

(Hudson clears throat)

- Oh Hudson, I've suddenly
been asked to a dance tonight,

so I won't be in to
dinner after all.

If you could let Mrs.
Bridges know?

- Very good, miss;
have you had tea?

- Yes, thank you.

Do you know where
Mrs. Bellamy is?

- In the study, miss.

Mr. Bellamy is telephoning,
and madam is with him.

- I see.

Oh, Hudson?

- Yes?

-[Georgina] Do you
understand Gaelic?

- Oh, (chuckles) I'm
ashamed to admit,

only a few of the better
known phrases, miss.

- Well, what does
coo-dig-rye mean?

- May I see it, miss?

Eh.

Oh, yes.

Yes, that's Cuidich 'n Righ.

It means 'help the king.'

It's the motto of the
Seaforth Highlanders.

- That's right; how
did you know?

- Oh well, when I was a wee boy,

I used to cut out all the
badges of the various regiments

from a magazine called
Soldier, miss.

- You are marvelous, Hudson.
(Hudson chuckles)

What would we do without you?

Hudson?

- Miss.

- Do you think that
it's frivolous

that one should go to a dance

when our soldiers are
fighting in France?

- On the contrary, miss.

- Oh, good.

Because a woman in the hat
shop said she thought it was;

only the dance I'm going
to tonight is being given

by a family with two
sons in uniform,

one on leave from France,

and one to celebrate
his commission.

Their mother wants them to
enjoy life while they can.

I mean, well if one helps

to cheer them up and
make them forget.

- Quite, miss; however grave
the news is from abroad,

young ladies at home,
such as yourself, miss,

can do so much to keep up
the spirits of our officers

when they come home
to London on leave.

- Oh good, I'm so
pleased you agree.

-[Mrs. Bellamy] Georgina?

-[Mr. Bellamy] Georgina.

Had a good day, my dear?

- I lunched with a friend
and then went shopping.

(kiss smacks)

You look very cheerful, Uncle
Richard; has something--

- Oh, Richard's had
some wonderful news.

- Hudson, let's have
some sherry.

- Well, what news?
-[Hudson] Sir.

- Well, this afternoon,
Mr. Bonar Law,

who's the leader of
the Conservative party,

came to the house--

- And offered Richard a post

in his new Coalition government.

- Oh, wonderful!

Oh, Uncle Richard.

- So naturally, I
accepted the post.

-[Georgina] Well, it's
about time, too.

Now perhaps we'll win
this beastly war.

What exactly are
you going to be?

- I'm to be civil lord
of the Admiralty.

That means I'm responsible
for everything from plumbing

(Georgina giggles)
in Admiralty buildings

to the construction of
merchant shipping.

- Will this Coalition
government work?

-[Georgina] Yes, won't there be

endless horrible arguments
between you?

- No no no, I don't think so.

Pooling of all our
resources must be welcomed.

Now we can push party
politics into the background

and get on with the real job.

- James will be so
pleased for you.

- Yes he will, won't he?

-[Georgina] Well, I'm afraid
I must go up and change.

- Must you? We're
having champagne.

- I haven't time; but you
and Hazel must have some.

- No, we'll wait, have
it with dinner.

- Oh dear, I can't.

- Aren't you dining?

- Not tonight, I'm afraid.

I've been invited to Lady
swam-bol-den's dance.

- Oh.

- Oh Hazel, I'm sick
of all my dresses.

Can I borrow something of yours?

- Let's go and see, shall we?

- You know, the last
time she gave one,

we got lemonade and squashed
fly biscuits. (giggling)

- I wonder what you'll
get this evening.

Now, as to dresses; there's--

Ooh, there's that long purple
one with the green edging.

Do you think you could
manage that?

Such an awfully long train.

(soft footsteps)

(door clicks shut)

-[Hudson] May I offer my
sincere congratulations, sir?

I know how pleased
the staff will be.

- Thank you, Hudson.

Been a long wait, but
worthwhile in the end.

- Might I ask your advice
about something, sir?

I too have been looking for

some contribution to
make to the war, sir;

and while I realize that
the armed forces

are out of the question,
it did cross my mind

I could be of some use as
a special constable, sir.

A number of acquaintances
in my position,

other butlers sir, in
houses such as this--

- Special constable, eh?

What sort of hours would
you have to be on duty?

- Well, I haven't fully
investigated that yet, sir,

but I believe it would be
shifts of four hours at a time,

and only on certain evenings
of the week.

- Hm.

Could you still manage
the household?

- Oh yes, sir.

I would never allow anything
to interfere with that.

- Well, I don't need to tell you

the specials are likely to
have a rough time of it.

Menacing crowds in the
streets, anti-German feeling.

You could come home with
your head broken.

- I know the danger; I can
look after myself, sir.

- Yes, I'm sure you can.

Well, we shall have to consult
Mrs. Bellamy of course,

but I can't see any problems.

You leave that to me.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much indeed, sir.

- We're both in the
war now, eh Hudson?

- Sir.

- How dare you, Richard.

How dare you!

One minute you're telling
me that it's my job

to deal with Hudson
over his spy mania;

he's my responsibility.

And the next, when
my back is turned,

and without even the
courtesy of consulting me,

you allow him to run off
and join the specials!

- I'm consulting you now, Hazel.

- It's already decided
between you.

You can't go back on it
now the servants know!

You've made my position in
this house quite impossible.

- Of course I haven't; now
don't talk such nonsense.

Hudson came to me because
he needed to contribute

something for his
own peace of mind,

to get away from his morbid
feelings about spies.

- Oh, you admit that
now, do you?

- This feeling of being
left out of things,

which I myself had until
this afternoon,

is something a woman
cannot understand.

- Of course I can understand!

But Hudson's first loyalty
is to this household,

and to allow him to run off

and play policeman
now is madness.

Look, with your new appointment,

we are going to have to do a
great deal of entertaining,

and with Edward away, we
need him more than ever!

Poor Rose and Daisy will be
left with all the heavy work.

- If we deny Hudson
this freedom,

he's going to walk
out of this house,

and we won't have
a butler at all.

(door thuds shut)

- Pss.

- Oh, I say! (laughs)

- (laughs) Well, my gaiters
are not quite

such a snug fit as I
would've hoped. (chuckles)

- Oh, but they do suit
you, don't they?

- What's that thing
for, Mr. Hudson?

- That's called a
truncheon, Ruby.

- Beatin' people over
the head with?

- Only if they misbehave
themselves.

- Now, what else did
they give you?

Oh yes, nice armlet.

Oh, and a whistle! (chuckles)

(Mr. Hudson chuckles)

(whistle peeps)

(all laugh)

- And a wee book of rules
and regulations.

Maybe you girls might
be interested to hear

the oath I had to swear.

Yes, here it is; you read it
out for them, Mrs. Bridges.

- No, no, Mr. Hudson.

You say it, just like
you did in the court.

That's what we want to hear.

- Shall I?

Oh, very well. (clears throat)

I, Angus Hudson, do swear

I will well and truly serve

our sovereign leader, the king,

in the office of
special constable

for the parish of Westminster,

without fear or affection,
malice or ill will;

and that I will, to the
best of my power,

cause peace to be kept
and preserved,

and prevent all offenses against
the persons and properties

of his majesty's subjects.

- Well, that's very nice.

- Be quiet; he hasn't
finished yet.

- Oh, sorry.

- And that, while I continue
to hold the said office,

I will, to the best of
my skill and knowledge,

discharge all the duties
thereof faithfully

according to the law.

- Very dignified.

(clock chimes)

- Yes.

Oh, good heavens,
is that the time?

I must be on my way.

- Well, where you
going, Mr. Hudson?

- Well, I'm the number
one district, B division.

I have to report, first of all,

to gener-road Police Station,

and then I believe I'm
going to be shown

the fire tower at Fulham.

That's an observation post for
fires and suspicious lights.

- Oh, you better hurry, or
they'll start without you.

- Right, now be very careful

there are no chinks in our
blackout, Mrs. Bridges.

- Don't you worry, Mr. Hudson.

-[Daisy] Oh, goodbye,
Mr. Hudson; good luck!

- Thank you, Daisy, Ruby.

- Now you will go careful.

- I will, Mrs. Bridges.

Don't you fret, me dear.
(engine puttering)

(clock ticking faintly)
(Mrs. Bridges sighs)

(door clicks open)

- Richard, thank you for
the flowers; they're lovely.

(kiss smacks)

There was no need.

I've had rather a sad letter.

Sad for Georgina.

"Dear Mrs. Bellamy,

"I thought it best
to write to you

"and not to Georgina herself

"to give you the bitter news

"that my son Dennis was
killed in France last week,

"only two days after
his arrival.

"He was hit by a rifle
bullet near Festubert

"and died instantly,
without suffering,

"pray God it's the truth.

"I write to you, of whom
Georgina spoke most warmly

"on the occasion of our meeting,

"because you know better
than I, perhaps,

"the true extent of her
feelings for my son,

"whether they were deep or not.

"In this light, perhaps
you could convey

"the news of his death.

"For myself, I can only
say that I am grateful

"that Dennis was able
to take the image

"of so enchanting
a girl with him

"through the last
days of his life.

"Most sincerely,
Elizabeth Kemp."

- Was Georgina in love
with this boy?

- I don't know.

I only met him once,
the day before he left.

He brought me some tulips.

(door clacks shut)
(girl giggles)

There's Georgina.

- Do you want me to stay?

- No, I'll do it on my own.

- All right; I'll have
plenty of work to do.

I shall be in the study.

- Georgina, could you
come in and sit--

- May I introduce
James Marriott?

Come in, don't be shy.

This is Mrs. Bellamy, my
step-cousin by marriage.

- How do you do?

-[Mrs. Bellamy] How do you do.

- And my uncle, Mr. Bellamy.

- How do you do, sir?

- How do you do.

-[Georgina] James has
just got his commission

in the Seaforth Highlanders.

We've had a breath
this afternoon

reading up the regimental
history.

- Very boring for Georgina,
but she insisted on coming.

- Not at all.

James was reading history
at Cambridge

before he joined the army.

- How interesting.

Em, can I get you
a drink, Marriott?

- Thank you very much, sir.

-[Daisy] Rose?

-[Rose] Hm?

-[Daisy] If Mr. Hudson
had joined up,

and he had gone up to the front,

do you think he could
ever have killed anyone?

- Not with his eyesight.

- She means kill in
cold blood, Rose.

You know, stick a bayonet

in someone's tum and
twist it round.

- I know what she means, Ruby,

and I don't want to
think about it.

- Oh, but you have to, Rose.

I mean, they're training
my Eddie to kill

right at this moment;
and I wanna know,

when it actually comes to it,

how can you pull a trigger and

what d'you feel like after?

- Yeah, what do you feel like?

- Well, I don't know;
it's no use lookin' at me.

I mean, it's simple, innit?

Kill or get killed; the Huns
don't think twice about it.

- I suppose if you just
let off your gun

and you don't see
a person fallin'.

- Captain James has killed men.

I know that, 'cos I've heard
them talk about it upstairs.

- Oh yeah, well, it's
different for them, isn't it?

I mean, he's an officer;
he's expected to,

but my Eddie's different.

- Your Eddie'll have to
do it too, when he goes.

Be quiet and unravel that,
and get on with your winding.

(rapping at door)

- Oh!

Whatever's that?

- Better look.

- Oh no, Rose, don't
go to the door!

Mr. Hudson shouldn't
leave us alone like this,

not at nighttime.

(door latches clack)

- Mr. Schoenfeld!

What on earth's happened?

- Let us in, please.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Who's there?

- It's Mr. Schoenfeld!

-[Mrs. Bridges] Well,
what's he want

at this time o' night?

- He's with his wife and
son, and they're hurt bad.

Can you come?

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh.

Oh, good gracious me,
whatever happened?

Come inside; Ruby,
go get some water

to bathe these wounds with.

-[Mr. Schoenfeld]
It's all right.

- Rose, get some lint
and some bandages.

Here my dear, you sit there.

-[Mr. Schoenfeld] Thank you.

- Is that all right?

- Yes, thank you.

- Oh, my goodness.

- Tell me, whatever happened?

- A whole crowd of people.

They taped the shop,
they smashed the windows,

beat us, and then they
steal everything,

they set it on fire,

and we have to run
for our lives.

- Well, what sort of people?

- English people.

-[Rose] Why?

- I don't know.

- They call us horrible names.

I could see faces in the crowd
that I serve; my customers.

I tell them that I
am not a German.

I tell them I hate what
the Germans do.

- Oh no, please.

Could you help ze boy first?

See where the stone has hit him?

- Yeah; well, get up on
the table, that's it.

- They think we are spies.

They think because of the name--

I cannot deny, it
is a German name,

but I am a naturalised
British subject.

I have the same rights
as you do.

Perhaps I speak with
a little accent

because I live in close
community with German people,

from my father's time.

But Wilfred, my son, he
is second generation,

and still they beat him.

- There there, Mr. Schoenfeld.

You're quite safe with us.

- I didn't love Dennis.

I refuse to let myself fall
in love with any of them

because I don't want
to mourn them.

- But you let them love you.

They're mostly very young
and very frightened,

and they cling to you for love.

How can you be indifferent
to them?

You pretend to love them.

You give them photographs
and send them off

with half promises
and expectation--

- Oh, you're angry.

Don't be angry with me.

- I'm not angry.

I'm trying to understand.

- All my friends feel the same.

We just want to protect
ourselves.

- From grief?

You can't.

- Why not? Is it wrong?

- It's cowardice.

- What is so brave
about facing grief

and fear if you don't have to?

Isn't it better to stay cheerful
and smile for their sake?

I will go and see his mother.

I promise.

(door clicks open)

(door thuds shut)

(door creaks open)

- Oh, Mr. Hudson, thank
goodness you're safely home.

We thought you must've
been hurt or somethin'.

- Well, why should I be?

- Well, the street fights,
the rioting and the looting!

- Oh, come now, Mrs. Bridges;

there's no riots and looting.

The streets are safer
than when they were lit.

Didn't you read the
newspapers today?

The criminal has turned patriot,

and I was only mentioning to
Mr. Gillespie just now that--

What's this?

-[Rose] Their shop was attacked.

-[Ruby] Aye, windows smashed.

- And women took all the
bread away in perambulators.

- And when they'd done,
they set a light to it.

- They thought they were spies.

- Who did?

- People like us;
English people.

- We came here for
refuge, Mr. Hudson.

There was nowhere.

My wife Maria, and my son
Wilfred, you see, we...

- Em, shall I take your
coat, Mr. Hudson?

And how did the patrol go?

-[Ruby] Yes, what did
you do, Mr. Hudson?

Did you go up the fire tower?

- Tonight was Mr. Hudson's
first night on duty

as special constable.

- We were shown the fire
tower, yes, Ruby.

- Then what did you do?

- Eh, we were detailed to guard

the power station at Wandsworth.

-[Daisy] Oh, anything happen?

- Eh, no, no, things
were quite peaceful,

as it turned out.

- Well, thank goodness
you wasn't anywhere near

poor Mr. Schoenfeld's shop.

- What were they expecting
to happen

at this power station,
Mr. Hudson?

Were zey expecting it to be
attacked by German spies?

- Maria.

- No, I want to know why
the special constables

were guarding peaceful
power stations

when they could've been
out in the streets

preventing ordinary
British people

from behaving like animals
and savages.

- She is upset, Mr. Hudson;

there were special
constables there.

I saw them, doing their
best to control the crowd.

But sometimes, they are
hit over the head

by the regular police
by mistake.

- I think you will find,
Mrs. Schoenfeld,

that after these riots,

which I must confess to
knowing nothing about,

we will spend more time
patrolling the streets.

And I, I don't obviously wish
to defend what has happened,

but you must realize this
great wave of hostility

is largely the result of
the sinking by a submarine

of the neutral American
liner Lusitania.

- Oh yes, the Lusitania--

-[Hudson] An act of
gross barbarism.

- You have clearly not been told

what we have been told
about the Lusitania.

- Maria, don't!

- That it was carrying women
and children and Americans,

yes; but concealing arms
and Canadian troops below.

You have not heard that?

- Saturations, propaganda;

why do you talk to these
people like that?

They are our friends.

They have taken us in
when we needed help.

- Arms? Canadian troops? Oh.

We'd never do a thing like that.

Would we, Mr. Hudson?

Not the British.

- No, Mrs. Bridges, we wouldn't;

but it is what one would
expect the enemy to say of us

to justify the frightful deed.

- Well, be that as
it may, Mr. Hudson,

where they gonna sleep?

Young Wilfred's nearly droppin'.

- Well, he could have
Eddie's room, couldn't he?

- Oh yes, I suppose he could.

And Mr. and Mrs. Schoenfeld
could have our room, and we--

- Now now now, just a minute!

Rose, you're making rather
too many assumptions.

I will need to consult
the master.

- They must go to the police

and report the damage
to their property.

- As I thought, sir.

- Then what happens to them?

- They'll be safe, that's
the first thing;

until all this dies down.

They're naturalised
British subjects;

they'll remain free.

Unless it's considered safer
for them to be interned.

- Interned?

Put behind barbed wire?

- No, it's not as bad
as the word suggests.

I gather these camps
are quite decently run,

and they'll be out
of harm's way.

They could be the lucky ones.

You must convince them
of that, Hudson.

- Yes sir; should I send
them on their way at once?

- No, Hudson.

If they are shocked and hurt,

they must stay the night.

They can have my room,
if necessary.

- Very well, Hudson.

They may stay the night.

- Sir.

-[Mr. Bellamy] But first
thing in the morning,

they must go to the police.

- Very good, sir.

(door creaks open)
(door clicks shut)

- Poor devils.

- Yes.

Doesn't it prove my point,

that once you start twisting
people's minds with propaganda,

even the English can
behave like savage beasts?

- What happens to the boy?

- Well, I would assume
he goes with you.

- Or to the workhouse.

- They wouldn't separate
us, Maria.

- No.

Well then, since you
are so confident,

let us not waste any time.

- I'll help you, miss.

- Maria!

- The master has said you
may spend the night here.

- Thank you.

Since we have to go anyway,

why should we inconvenience
you further?

Come along, Wilfred.

- Maria, don't be stupid.

- Stupid?

Oh, who are you calling stupid?

It is you who are
the stupid one,

with your stupid English badge!

Don't you see; you fool nobody.

They don't want you,
these kind people.

You make them feel
uncomfortable;

look at them all looking at you.

And your son, they don't trust.

So, let them take their
bread from English bakers

if they can find any.

(heavy footsteps)

- Oh, I'll bet you're glad

to see the back of
them, Mr. Hudson.

Who knows?

They might've burned the
house down durin' the night.

(dishes clang)

(dishes clatter)

(door clacks shut)

(cheery orchestral music)