All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S04E04 Women Shall Not Weep WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(bright orchestral music)

- Welcome back, sir.

- You shouldn't have
waited up, Hudson.

I'm very late.

Train was delayed for an
hour outside Kings Cross.

Air raid warnings.

- Yes, sir, I've been out
on street duty myself, sir.

Only just returned.

- No bombs 'round here, I hope?

- No, sir. We heard there was
a zeppelin over the humble,

sir, but they think it was
driven off by our guns.

- Thank goodness for that.

There, they had one over
Newcastle, you know?

Going to the naval dockyards
on the time.

But I've just been with
the first lord.

Everything all right at home?

- Well, I am afraid Mrs. Bellamy

has had to go over to Wimbledon
for a few nights, sir.

I understand Mr. Forrest
has been taken ill.

- Oh, dear. Serious?

- I couldn't say, sir.

Mrs. Forrest telephoned
Madam this morning.

Afterwards, Mrs.
Bellamy told Rose

her father had contracted
pleurisy.

Oh, she left a note
for you, sir.

- Oh, yes.

- And Edward is here, sir.
Complete with facial adornment.

- What?

- He's attempting to
grow a mustache, sir.

He's been granted
48 hours leave.

As you know, he and Daisy
are going to be married

tomorrow afternoon,

a church wedding, at 3:00 p.m.

With your permission, sir,

they are planning a small
celebration tea afterwards

in the servants' hall

before Edward reports
back for the draft.

- The draft, tomorrow?

You mean Edward is
going to France already?

- Tomorrow night, sir.

- I see.

- He'll be going over there
as a married man, sir.

- Yes.

Well, you'll all have
to do your best

to keep Daisy cheerful
while he's away.

- Quite, sir.

(drink pouring)

(distant bomb blasts)

- Any more news?

- Yes, a whole batch of
signals from 24th division.

The Bosch have counterattacked
again

and are now falling back
to these new positions.

I'm afraid we came up
too late to keep up

the impetus of yesterday's
offensive.

- I know, the core commander's
very bitter about it.

He said it wasn't Hague's fault,

it was the commander in chief's.

He should never have
kept Eleven Core

under his own personal command

with the French forcing
us onto the offensive.

- Yes. Look at the result.

- Chlorine gas is no substitute
for fresh troops and guns.

- I agree, sir, especially
when the wind changes.

- It's a damn bloody
mess, this battle.

(phone ringing)

- Captain Bellamy.

Sir?

Yes, the BGIC is here, sir.

It's the core commander
for you, sir.

- Oh.

Temple, sir.

Oh, I see.

Third cavalry and the guards.

Yes, sir, I agree, sir,

and the sooner the better.

I'll inform all neighboring
formations at once, sir.

Very good, sir.

He wants the third
cavalry division

to be brought out
tonight to stiffen

the defenses around Loos,

and the guards division to
be brought up at first light

to fill in the very
dangerous gap here

caused by the, what
should I say?

The retirement?

- I would say route, sir.

- Oh, but let's be charitable.

Say with a withdraw, I mean,

damn it all, it overlaps
with the green troops.

First time in battle,
can you wonder?

- Not really.

- Well, let's hope
your chaps can

stop the rot in the center.

- Yes, they're used to
that sort of thing.

- Oh.

Glass of port, James?

- Thank you, sir.

- Well, this might cheer you up.

- Probably not.

- Say,

I think I can guess how
you're feeling, James.

I hated it at first,

seeing all my friends
going off to battle

(phone ringing)
as arrows and pins on the map.

- Yes.

Yes, it's hell.

- I used to feel like
tearing off my red tabs,

grabbing the nearest staff car,

and driving like hell for
the forward positions.

Well, you can't do
that, old chap.

You got a job to do back
here, that's the truth.

- Well, the trouble is
unperfectly fit.

You, you've got a cushy job

because your leg was
wounded at La Caso.

- Cushy?

- That's what they call it.

- You mustn't worry
what people say.

The chaps out there
may do the fighting

but somebody's got
to do the thinking.

- Yes, sir.

I've certainly got some
thinking to do.

- Well,

I think I'll creep into
my camp bed and

catch a couple of hours sleep.

Good night, James.

- Good night, sir.

(phone ringing)

-[Soldier] Operation
room, Eleven Core.

Oh, yes.

71st brigade.

40 officers lost.

(phone ringing)
(inaudible)

73rd brigade.

54 officers lost.

1150 other rounds.

They seem to be holding
up at the moment.

Right.

I'll pass that on.

(knocking)

- There was a letter for you
this morning, Miss Georgina.

From France.

Did you get it?

- Oh, yes, I did,
thank you, Rose.

- Oh.

That's alright, then.

It was on the hall table.

- Yes, I went down early
in my dressing gown.

- Oh, I see.

Nice getting letters.

- Yes, it is.

- Well,

what shall I put out for you
to wear today, Miss Georgina?

- Oh, let me see, what
am I doing today?

Harrod's this morning
for shopping,

lunch with Harry going
at the Queen's,

oh, and then to the Duchess
of Somerset's bazaar

for the wounded with
Harry, Martin, and Angela.

Back here for tea,

and then to the station to see
Harry and Martin off tonight.

I think my checked dress, Rose.

- Very good, miss.

So, you'll be busy all
afternoon, then.

- Sounds like it, doesn't it?

- Only, well, Daisy was
hoping you'd see her

in her wedding dress
before she left the house.

- Oh, dear, it's
today, isn't it,

Daisy and Edward's wedding.

- I wonder if you'd mind if,

well, she's just upstairs
to put it on

'cause I'm going
to put a tuck in.

- Yes, I'd love to see
her in it, Rose,

tell her to come up for once.

Where is she?

- Only upstairs, miss.

Daisy!

-[Daisy] Yes?
- Can you come?

- Well, I'm just doing this...

- As you are, to Miss
Georgina's room!

- Miss Georgina?
- Yes!

- Oh, just a minute!
- Hurry up!

She's just coming.

- I do hope she won't mind
me missing her wedding, only,

it's these friends of mine that
are going to France tonight.

- Yes, miss. So is Edward.

- I know.

Call Mr. Bellamy!
No, he's too busy.

Mrs. Bellamy's gone
to see her father.

Oh, dear, Rose.

- Oh, don't you worry,
Miss Georgina.

We'll see Daisy and Edward
married off, alright,

you just leave it to us.
(knocking)

- Come in!

- Oh, is it alright to come in?

- Yes, come on.

- Oh, Daisy!

It's lovely.

How clever of you, Rose.

- Oh! We all had a
hand in it, miss.

Daisy put the waistband
on herself,

Mrs. Bridges sewed on the lace,

I cut out the material
to the pattern,

and Ruby...

Ruby done something.

- And what did Hudson do?

- Oh!

Mr. Hudson told us all to get
on with our proper work, miss.

But if we had done, Daisy
would have had to get married

in her undies.

(all laughing)

- Turn round and let
me see the back.

- Do you like it?

- It's beautifully made!

You know, you ought to
start a shop, Rose.

- Oh!
- After the war, perhaps.

Madame Rose of Bon Suite.

- Go run along and slip it off

but careful, mind.

- And you mustn't let Edward
see you in it, must you?

- Oh, that's alright, miss!

Edward's gone out to his
family in Wolvenstern

and he'll be coming to the
church for us this afternoon.

- He's gonna get an omnibus

from Liverpool Street to
Victoria and then walk.

- Good luck, Daisy.

- Thank you, miss.

Here, I hope he gets there!

- Oh, sure he will!

(crowd chattering)

- Thanks very much, Mrs.
Bridges, you've done us proud.

Doesn't she, Charlie?

- Better than the
old cook, I say!

(all laughing)

- Well, isn't anyone
going to make a speech?

-[Rose] Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, I think it customary
at a wedding feast

for the best man to
get to his feet

and address the assembled
company.

- 'Course it is! Come on,
Charlie, on your feet.

- What, me?

- Yes, you, Mr. Wallace!

- Oh, don't force
him if he's shy.

- He's not shy, are
you, Charlie?

He wasn't shy with
me in the vest room

when we were signing
the register.

- What's this, what's this?

- Don't tell tales, Daisy!

- I haven't said nothing.

- Alright, I'll own
up. I'll confess.

- Confess! What have
you done, Mr. Wallace?

- It was like this:

when Edward was signing
the register,

his back was turned, you see.

- Go on.

- So, Daisy and me--
- No, Charlie!

- Daisy and me, we had a
quick kiss and a cuddle

in the corner all among
the choir boys' surpluses!

(all laughing)

- Out, vile seducer!
You're no friend of mine,

let alone our best man!

- Ooh, you'd be a naughty boy,

in front of your
mum and dad too!

- Well, now we know Charlie
isn't so shy,

what about that speech?

- Yeah, come on, Charlie!
Come on, give us one speech!

(banging on table)
Go on.

(clearing throat)

- Mrs. Bridges.

Mr. Hudson.

Members of the staff at
one, six, seven Eton Place.

- One, six, five.

- Oh, one, six, five,
Eton Place.

Mum,

dad,

gran.

My lords, ladies,
and gentleman...

- Come on!
(banging on table)

- My lords, ladies
and gentlemen...

- Well, you've forgotten
the bride and bridegroom!

- I was coming to that!
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Bride and bridegroom.

It gives me very great pleasure

on this auspicious occasion,

to wish the pair of them

long life and happiness.

That's all.

(all laughing)
(clapping)

- Another slice of
chocolate cake, Mrs. Barnes?

(no audible dialogue)

Mrs. Hardcastle?

Mrs. Hardcastle?

- Uh, gran's a bit
deaf, Mrs. Bridges,

but I think she's had enough.

- How about you, Mr. Wallace?

- Oh, don't you give
Charlie any more,

it's bad for your indigestion,
isn't it, Charlie?

(all laughing)

It's ever so rich, it
is, Mrs. Bridges.

Au gato de chocolat, eh?

- Oh, listen to him, they
teach you French in the army?

- Yeah.

'Cause you see, our sergeant
major told me French, Charlie.

- Oh, where did you
learn, then, Eddie?

- I picked up a few words.

- Picked up a few words
from that French maid

in Lady Nubris up at
Summerbean, hmm?

- Cecile?
(shushing)

- That's who it is. Ceci--

- Yeah, well, I may have done.

But it'll come in handy out
there, won't it, Charlie?

The odd word of froggie,

especially with all them
mademoiselles (inaudible) eh?

- You're a married man!

- Ahh, I don't think
you'll find much time for

dilly dallying with the
mademoiselles, Edward.

Not once you reach
the battle area.

You'll be kept hard
at it, my lad,

digging trenches and
continuing your training

until you go up into the line.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson,

(phone ringing)

-[Rose] Morning room!

- Well, I'll go out.

- Oh, no, you won't.

You stop down here with
Daisy and your family.

While you've still
got the chance.

- Is that clock right,
Mr. Hudson?

- Eh, just about, Edward.

- I see.

-[Georgina] Simon's father's
actually rolling in money.

-[Martin] Naturally,
his father's a banker.

I say, we have any
more tea cake?

- Yes, we are, at least,
I think we are.

Rose, can we have
some more tea cake

and a little more jam,
if there is any?

- Very good, Miss Georgina.

- Captain Adams and Mr.
Derney are both rather hungry

and there'll be nothing for
them to eat on the leave train.

- Yes.

- Only stale buns and
canteen cake on the platform.

- Don't you be rude
about canteens,

my Aunt Mabel works in one
on Wednesdays and Fridays.

- Cutting sandwiches
or pouring out cocoa?

- Washing up dirty
cups and plates,

and she's over 70.

- My mother roved bandages in
St. James' Palace all morning,

then walks up to the
Ritz for lunch,

smelling strongly of iodine.

(all laughing)

Talking of walking up
St. James' Street,

I have to be back to waiting
to Barrett's by five.

I'm marching the blasted
draft to blasted station.

- Oh, lovely! With a band?

- With our band.

- The regimental band.

- Oh, which way will you go?

- Barricade's wall,
Pundt's Square white hall.

- Good! You and I and
Harry can get a taxi

and intercept them, at the
corner of Trafalgar Square.

- As long as you don't
embarrass me by waving

and blowing kisses
to the guardsmen,

I can't stand that
sort of thing.

- Why, Martin, don't
be so blase.

-[Harry] He loves it, really,

all those pretty girls
running alongside the car

and holding up their babies,

shouting, "Wave goodbye
to daddy!"

-[Georgina] Oh, really,
Harry? Thank you, Rose.

By the way, how did
Edward's wedding go?

- Oh, very nicely, miss.

Quiet, but nice with no hitches.

- Who's Edward?

- Our footman.

He got married this afternoon
to our under housemaid.

- Good for him.

- And he's off to France
this evening.

- First time out?

Poor chap. Like Harry.

- Don't rub it in.

- Is Daisy going to see
Edward off at the station?

- Yes, miss.

- Poor Edward. Is
he very nervous?

- A bit.

- Just married, eh?
Some honeymoon.

- Tell him not to worry, it's
not all that bad out there.

- No, sir.

- Would you tell him?

Yourself.

- What, me? Now?

Tell your footman?

What can I tell him?

- Not to worry.

It might help him, would you?

- Well, if you insist.
- Oh, good.

Rose, is Edward still
downstairs?

- Yes, miss. With Daisy.

- Will you ask him to come up

and Captain Adams will tell him
what it's like at the front?

He's been in the trenches
already, you see.

- Yes, miss.

- Well, what am I supposed
to say to the chap?

- Well, don't frighten him.

Tell him it's all rather fun.

- Is that fair?

- Well, why not?

Anything to keep him
cheerful in the boat

and in the cattle truck
going up to the line.

After that, he'll be
too busy to get a shock.

- They probably told him
all sorts of gruesome things

at his training effort.
- You think so?

- More than likely.

I know what some of these
hard-balled sergeant majors

can be like once they've
tasted action themselves.

Take pleasure in scaring
the height off the recruit.

- All the same, coming from
someone like you, Martin...

Come in, Edward.

Oh, close the door.

- Oh, yes, miss.

- Wow. How does it feel
to be a husband, Edward?

- Alright, miss.

As long as the wife bears
herself while I'm away.

- Yes.

Well, it was just to say it's
not all that bad out there,

not all the time.

- Yes, sir.

- You get short sharp
spells in the trenches,

which is pretty good hell.

The trolls, working parties,

the occasional trench raid,

plenty of shelling and watering.

It's just luck, then.

All you can do is keep your
head down and say your prayers.

But you do get out of the
line into the village,

for rest periods.

Even a bit of training.

And that means a
comfortable bed,

drink a bit of cheap wine,

game of cards, kick
a football about.

If your rest area hasn't
been evacuated,

you can talk to French people.

Gab with the girls,
that sort of thing.

- Martin! He's only
just got married.

-[Edward] That's right, miss.

- Don't forget to mention
what you told me about

the inspections by
visiting generals.

You have to be cleaned
up for them.

Shaved, rifle well-oiled.

- I see, sir.

- And that usually means
you're going into big attack.

Still, it's not all that bad
out there, not all the time.

At least you're among friends.

You can have a good
laugh, every now and then.

With a bit of luck.

- You may bump into
Captain James somewhere.

- That's right, miss.

-[Martin] Good luck, anyway.

- Thank you, sir.

- It's my first time
too, you know.

- Oh, yes, sir.

- Just keep your head
down, Edward,

and don't give those
snipers a chance.

- I won't, sir.

- Well, goodbye, Edward,
and good luck.

- Thank you, miss.

- Thank you, Martin.

That was sweet of you.

And you too, Harry.

- Poor young man.

Just so much cannon fodder.

-[Harry] And what about me?

- Oh, you're an officer.

(chattering)

- Well, they all seem to think
it's quite a lark out there.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Who do?

- The two gentlemen
upstairs with Miss Georgina,

officers and the guards
now, grenadiers.

Already been in the trenches,
one of them,

well, he said it's
not all fighting

and then you do get a
chance to have some fun

back in the village in between.

- That's right, Edward.

- I'd be out there myself, by
God, if only they'd let me.

I envy you, Edward, my boy.

(faint parade music)

- Listen.

- Another lot off
to the station.

- One thing now,

it's not just me, is it? I mean,

well, we're all in
this together.

Hundreds and thousands of us.

Eh, Daisy?

Well, come on, cheer
up, everyone!

This is about to be a
wedding, it's not a funeral!

- That's right. Let's
cut the cake!

(all chattering)

- Ready? Ah, ready.

(all exclaiming, clapping)

- Right, what about
a song, then?

- Good idea.

* It's a long way

* To Tipperary

* It's a long way

* To go

* It's a long way

* To Tipperary

* To the sweetest girl I know

* Goodbye Piccadilly

* Farewell Amstel Square

- Edward will be alright.

He's too cheeky to get
himself killed, Edward is.

- What is it, Hudson?

- Oh, just to see if the
fire was alright, sir.

- Yes.

Let's tell Daisy not
to light the fire

so early in the evening.

Got to save coal.

- Yes, sir.

I have already mentioned
it to her.

- Well, if things don't
improve soon,

we shall have to start
burning wood in the grate.

Is Miss Georgina in?

- No, sir, she went
out just now.

She's seeing some friends
off at the station

then dining out.

- I see.

- May I get you some
whiskey, sir?

- Yes, yes, you may, Hudson.

Did you manage to get
Edward off to the altar

this afternoon?

- Oh, yes, sir.

Everything went off
very well, sir.

His parents came and
his grandmother.

- Good.

- I took the liberty of
allowing Daisy off this evening.

To go with them to the station.

- Quite right, Hudson.

Let's hope it won't be
too distressing for her.

(distant parade music)

-[Soldier] Turn!

(inaudible)

- Oh, well, if the old
engine runs out of steam,

perhaps we'll get to back to
our folks, eh, then, Charlie?

Cheer up, Dais.

You never know.

Look,

I'll write you a nice
long letter every day.

Promise.

Charlie.

Have a read of my copy.

- What, now?

- Yeah.

Inside the carriage.

It's just Daisy's got something
to say to me in private.

- Oh, I see!

Make myself scarce, eh?

- Yeah.

Well?

What should we talk about, eh?

Here,

you don't bet Mr. Hudson's
gonna miss me?

Having to clean all the
silver himself now

and not leave it for me to
do on my weekend leaves.

Don't you let Rose go
taking advantage of you,

she will, you know.

She'll have you running
up and down those stairs

if I'm not there!

Daisy.

Oh, Daisy, love, don't cry.

The train'll be going soon.

Come on, Daisy, cheer
up. Please, love.

Hey, look.

It's Miss Georgina down
there with her friends.

By the bookstore.

But look at them.

They're not cheerful enough.

- Now, you behave yourself
down at Morgan Priory.

I've heard about Cynthia's
house parties,

general poked around the bedroom

and broached some
dressing gowns.

- Oh, really?

- I do wish you could
come, Martin.

Well, I'll need you
to protect my honor.

- I would willingly, my dear,

if I wasn't going to be
otherwise engaged

over the next few months.

An all male soiree
in northern France.

- You aren't going to Morgan
Priory, are you, Georgina?

- Oh, I haven't been asked.

Anyway, I hardly know them.

I've just met Lady Prescott
once at Charlotte's party.

- Do write and tell
me all about it.

- Well, don't they
censor the letters?

- Not yours, darling.

Only ours.

Oh, I hate going back off leave.

After a fortnight of clean
sheets and edible food,

it's such a damned awful
shock to one's system.

- Oh, dear.

I wish they wouldn't.

- Wouldn't what?

- Oh, nothing.

- Come on, Harry. All aboard.

Right then.

(all chattering)

- Well, I'm bound to get some
leave soon, alright, Daisy?

And when I do,

I'll probably bring back
a bit of shrapnel, eh,

or a boy's helmet for a souvenir

for the servant's old
mantel piece, eh?

Well, that and a bottle
of froggie veal de ne,

for Mrs. Bridges
to get tipsy on.

Oh, I'll tell you what, Dais.

Why not pop off home, eh?

Well, we've said our goodbyes

and don't wait for
the train to go.

Well, go on, you skip off.

Or perhaps you could
ask Miss Georgina

to give you a lift
home in their taxi.

Or if you ask him nicely,

you could wait for a buggie...

- Oh, I couldn't.
Don't ask of that.

I'll be alright.

- Oh, come on.

You're not frightened of
Miss Georgina, are you?

She's always been
extra nice to you.

- Don't, don't want to
her to see me like this.

That's all.

Not like this, Eddie.

- I see.

- Still,

I will go off home before
the train goes.

If you don't mind.

- Yes.

- I'll get an omnibus
to Hyde Park Corner.

- Yeah.

Oh?

Just a kiss then?

Come on.

We'll all be doing it in a sec.

Take care of yourself, Daisy.

(low whistling)

(conductor blowing whistle)

- Be good!

- Bye!

- Bye! Bye! Bye!

- Come on, Georgina, or
we'll never get a taxi.

- What?

- Come along!

Oh, don't stand there gawping,

it's only a hospital
train coming in.

- I know it is.

- It's morbid to stare.

Oh, you'll only be in the way.

- You go on. I'll go to
Bosco, I want to stay.

- You won't like it.

Besides, we said we'd be
dipped in silver at the castle

and join the summer party.

- You go. I want to stay.

Explain to them for
me, will you?

- If you must.

I'll tell them for you tomorrow.

- Alright.
- Bye!

-[Woman] Excuse me, dear!

But you're really
rather in the way

unless you want to help.

- Could I?

- Yes, you can.

I'm short handed tonight.

Mrs. Duffy's just lost
her son at the front.

So, you can help hand out
mugs of cocoa, if you're game.

- Certainly.

- Off you go.

Oh, just a minute.

You've got a pocket?

- No.

- Offer them a cigarette each.

- They were so grateful.

- Can you manage three?

- I'll try.

Would you like some cocoa?

I can help you drink it.

I'm so sorry.

Could you manage a cigarette?

There.

(coughing)

Perhaps you ought not to talk.

(sputtering)

- Thanks

for the fair, miss...

Nice face...

Like a

nice face.

Miss.

- That's right. My dear.

(grunting)

He couldn't manage the cocoa.

- Who, dear?

- The boy over there
on the stretcher.

I gave him a cigarette.

- That's the idea.

I bet you'd like to go
home, oughtn't you?

Thanks for your company.

- Do you know if there's
anywhere on the station

where I could sign
up for war work?

- You want to be a
nurse, don't you?

The AD Headquarters is at
Devonshire House, Piccadilly.

Tell them you want to
volunteer in hospital work.

- Well, thank you.

Good morning, Hudson!

Good morning, Miss Georgina.

- I won't be dining in tonight.

- Very good, miss.

- How do you like my uniform?

- Oh, very smart indeed, miss.

- I'm starting my nurse's
training today as a VAD

at the Guisse Hospital.

- And so I understand, miss.

- Who knows? Maybe one day
I'll nurse at the front.

- Indeed, miss.

I was under the impression
it was necessary

to be 23 or more for a young
woman to nurse in the warzone.

- Oh, it is.

When the time comes, I
shall lie about my age.

That sort of lie's
considered patriotic, Hudson,

not at all wicked.

Everyone does it.

- Who was that slamming
the front door, Hudson?

- Oh, Miss Georgina, sir.

Off to her nursing, very
excited about it.

- Good.

I'm glad she's got something
useful to do.

- Well, I understand
there will be no

dining room luncheons
today, sir.

- No, Hudson.

I shall be at the
lord's banquet.

A mansion house, but dining in.

I don't know about
Miss Georgina.

- Oh, Miss Georgina has
said not to expect her

back for dinner, sir.

- Well, unless Mrs. Bellamy
comes home this evening,

I shall be on my own, I suppose.

- Very good, sir.

- Thank you, Hudson.
- Sir.

(clock chiming)

- Well, I think she's
got a lot of pluck

seeing as how she's not
been brought up used to it.

I mean, as I told her
so myself this morning,

I couldn't do it, not
bandaging up all them

horribly wounded soldiers
and seeing them

in pain and all that.
- Rose, Rose!

- Oh, I'm sorry, Daisy.

Well, she's not been brought
up used to scrubbing floors.

- Well, there's lots
of young ladies

doing war work now, Rose.

Driving ambulances, helping
the factories,

taking over the men's jobs
what's away at the front.

Duke's daughters and all sorts.

I don't see anything so
special about Miss Georgina

wanting to do her bit.

Considering she's been
galavanting about all this last
year,

going to debutantes and dances

and luncheon parties and that.

- Quite right, and she's
lucky being able

to do something to help the war.

Not like us, just sitting here.

I'd like to do war
work, I would.

- Your war work, Daisy,
is making our shifts,

knitting socks for Edward,

and helping me keep this
place cleaned and dusted,

that's your war work.

- I've heard of servants
in other houses

doing war work, part time,

like Mr. Hudson does
with his specials.

Why can't we?

- Better ask Mr. Hudson why.

- You are privileged, Daisy,

to be employed in the household

of an important member
of the government,

for the civil lord
of the admiralty.

Who is responsible with
the first lord and others

for the conduct of
the war at sea.

The operations of
the Regis fleet.

Defending our shores
and our lifelines

against the German U Boats,

who are out to sink
our merchant ships

and starve these islands
into submission.

- I don't see what that's
got to do with Daisy

wanting to do war
work, Mr. Hudson.

- I am endeavoring to explain
to the girl, Mrs. Bridges,

that her bit, as she puts it,

consists of helping
Rose and the rest of us

to ensure the smooth running
of this important house,

war or no war.

It would be a disgrace
if Captain James

were to return here on leave

and find the place
filthy, dirty!

With no staff to wait on it.

- Now, you know, Daisy.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Mr. Hudson, would it be
alright for me to get my hat on?

- Get your hat on, Ruby?

- Well, it's Ruby's
afternoon off, Mr. Hudson,

and Daisy and me said we'd
be doing the washing up

so she could get off
while there's still

a bit of the day left.

- Oh, very well.

Where were you intending to
spend your afternoon off, Ruby?

- I'm going for a
walk, Mr. Hudson.

- Where?

- Kensington Gardens,
Mrs. Bridges.

I take some bread
and feed ducks.

- Well, mind you don't get
talking to no soldiers.

- Talking to no soldiers,

how can she not with
the war on the streets,

the parks are full of soldiers.

All fighting for our safety.

- That's how it may be, Rose.

Ruby knows that she is not
allowed to talk to soldiers

while she's still employed
in this house.

And she knows it.
- Why?

In case she catches
scarlet fever?

Or is it Cockey fever now?

- What about Edward?
He's a soldier,

isn't she allowed
to talk to him?

- Now, don't you get cheeky.

- Oh, will you get
your hat on, Ruby?

- Thanks, Mr. Hudson.

- I don't like the
look of that girl.

- How do you mean, Mrs. Bridges?

- You mean she don't look well?

- No, she's healthy
enough as our Ruby.

No, it's that kind of

shifty look she has sometimes.

As if she's up to something.

- Not meeting some
young fella in the park?

- Go on.

- Oh, I wouldn't
put it past her,

I'm not saying nothing
to nobody.

- Well, wishing in
no way to detract

from Ruby's worthy and
blameless character,

I feel that a young man would
be hard-pressed for company

who sought a romantic
association with our Ruby.

- Oh, well.

I suppose she's upset by the war

or all the upheavals and that.

Wretched creature.

- Possibly, Mrs. Bridges.

- Suppose we're all
upset by the war.

Oh, well.

I must go up and
have me lay down.

Tell Ruby to fetch
me up a cup of tea

directly as she comes in.

Oh, and Mr. Hudson,

don't forget to ask the
master about them pheasants

Mr. Coombs sent up.

And don't you girls
let the fire go out.

- No, Mrs. Bridges.

(yawning)

Well, come on, Daisy.

We've got work to do.

Even if some people haven't.

- Well, now...

Let's see now.

(phone ringing)

Hello? Sloan three,
oh, eight, two.

Oh, yes, madam, I'll
see if he's in.

Hold the line one moment,
if you please.

Hello? Mrs. Bellamy
is on the line, sir.

One moment, sir, if you
please, I'll connect you.

- Who was it?

- Mrs. Bellamy.
- Oh, is she coming back?

- I'll go up and find out.

- Well,

well, that is good news.

I'm delighted.

Oh, everything is as
well as can be expected.

You'll be coming back to
a trouble-free household.

Yes.

Well,

goodbye, madame.

Mrs. Bellamy will be back in
time for dinner tomorrow night.

- Oh, very good, sir.

- Seems that Mr. Farst
is much better.

- I'm very glad to hear it.

Oh, excuse me, sir,

Mrs. Bridges wondered
if you'd care for

some roast pheasant
for your dinner.

A Mr. Coombs sent up three brace

last week from Southwold.

- Quite frankly, Hudson,

I don't think I could
face game tonight,

if you'll tell her.

- Yes, sir.

- Perhaps you better explain
I spent three hours today

at the lord's banquet.

Stuffing myself with
turtle soup, oysters,

and mountains of beef.

- Indeed, sir.

- But do you know,
Hudson, I sometimes wonder

if people who ought to know

realize the gravity of this war.

That there I was at the
mansion house today,

packed with people.

All the trappings,

scarlet and braid liveries,

balled them into chains,

maces, toastmasters,
ports, cigars.

Hard to believe that we're
fighting backs to the war

for the survival of
the British Empire.

- Perhaps this is the
way in which the British

best sure their defiant
spirit, sir.

The spirit of drink,

playing balls before
engaging the Spanish Armada.

- Yes, Hudson, perhaps
you're right.

I couldn't help feeling
a little guilty.

All that food.

Thank you, Hudson.
- Sir.

- Oh, excuse me, sir,

but Mr. Hudson's wanted urgent

in the servant's hall.

- Sir.

- Oh, no you don't, my girl!

- I have done already,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Well, it's not accepted!

- But it's not for you to
say, is it, Mrs. Bridges?

It's for the master and
Mrs. Bellamy to say.

- That's enough of
your lip, my girl!

It is not accepted
and that's that!

- What is not accepted,
may I ask?

- One week's notice!

I've told her!

- Ruby! Is this true,
what Rose tells me.

Speak the truth now, my girl!

- I am speaking the
truth, Mr. Hudson!

I'm giving notice because
I've got work outside.

- You've got what?

- Work outside!

- Sneaks off on her day out,

without saying a
word to anybody.

Goes and gets herself a job
in the munitions factory.

Down by the river.

Then walks in as bold as brass

and says she's leaving
the master's service.

- You see, Mr. Hudson,

you have to work full
time in munitions.

They won't let you sign on
for part time employment.

- And what am I going to
do without a kitchen maid,

tell me that!

It's bad enough with Edward away

and Rose and Daisy doing
half his work.

You out evenings,
on air raid duty.

- Oh, now, calm yourself,
Mrs. Bridges,

it's not as if they're
entertaining

all that much upstairs.

There's only the master
here at the moment

and Mrs. Bellamy when
she returns tomorrow.

- I don't care what you say!

I can't manage meals

like upstairs meals and
downstairs meals in this house

without a kitchen maid.

And if Ruby cares to
walk out on us...

- I'm not walking
out, Mrs. Bridges!

I'm gonna help make
shells for the artillery.

Well, like it says
in those posters,

they want keen and
willing girls.

- Keen and willing girls?

And they pick you? Oh!

They must be hard-up.

- Well,

it's patriotic to make shells.

- Where did you go
to sign on, Ruby?

Not to Kensington Gardens,
I presume.

- No, Mr. Hudson,
down the east end.

- Well,

I saw this poster, you see,

asking for girls to
work in this factory

down by Darks.

And,

so I took a cham down there and

the lady put me on.

It's putting gunpowder
into shells, you see,

and you have to wear
special gloves and masks.

It's at Silvertongue
near Woolidge and,

well, you get very good pay.

34 schillings and
nine pence a week.

- I think you'd better
come upstairs

and see the master, Ruby.

Tell him yourself what
you've told me.

- Yes, and I think
I better come too.

As the ancient party.

So, kindly ask him if
he'll see me as well.

- Very well, Mrs. Bridges.

Ruby! Come along.

- 34 schillings and nine pence?!

- Then, we'll just have to
manage without her, that's all.

- I don't know what
madam's going to say...

- But I am sorry, Mrs. Bridges,

but since Mrs. Bellamy's away,

the decision must rest with me.

- Very good, sir.

If them's your orders,

there's nothing more
I can do about it.

- Now, you must see,
Mrs. Bridges,

that I cannot possibly,
in my official position

in the government,
refuse to allow

one of my servants
to give notice

and volunteer for war work.

If I did, I should be
severely criticized.

I know it's hard on all
of you downstairs

and Mrs. Bellamy and
I will try and see

there is no undue strain
on the household

in these difficult days.

- But, sir, I--

- And that would be much
appreciated, sir.

- But Ruby must be free

to give notice and go
into a munitions factory

if she wishes to do so.

When do you wish to leave, Ruby?

Well?

- Well, if I could give
madam notice now, sir,

and start on Monday week.

- Very well, Ruby.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Nothing to be sorry
about, Ruby,

your action is most commendable.

The army and the navy
need shells, god knows,

and you're to help make them.

I'm sure we shall all miss you

after such a long time
in service here.

- Thank you, sir.

- I'll inform Mrs. Bellamy
when she returns tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

- Now, good luck, Ruby,
in your new employment.

- Thank you, sir.
- That's all.

Get downstairs, look sharp.

- Now, thank you, Mrs.
Bridges, and...

- Yes, sir?

- I'm sure we can manage, eh?

We shall just have
to try, shan't we?

- Very good, sir.

Go on, Ruby, get downstairs.

- Thank you, sir.

- Oh.

- I thought it best for
both Ruby and Mrs. Bridges

to hear your decision from
your own lips, as it were,

rather than from mine.

- Yes. Thank you, Hudson.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, Rose, you haven't
waited up for me?

- Oh, just to give you
something to eat

and put you to bed, miss.

Mrs. Bridges left you
something nice on her tray

and soon as I've tucked you
up, I'll bring it up to you.

- Rose, I'm so tired, I
really couldn't eat a thing.

- Oh, well, you've had
a long day, miss.

- I had to see the matron
before I left

and then I got on the wrong bus.

- What was it like
at the hospital?

- I'm in a ward for women,
most of them elderly.

Today I had to wash an older
one with a skin disease.

Cleaned a lot of pans and
scrubbed the whole dispensary.

- No wounded soldiers?

- Not one.

I think my dream of
being a sort of

Florence Nightingale is

just a dream.

(bright orchestral music)