All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S04E07 If You Were the Only Girl in the World WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(gentle orchestral music)

- Mix together four
ounces of prepared chalk,

two ounces each of polisher's
putty and burnt harshorn.

Mr. Hudson, I've run
out of plate powder.

What is burnt harshorn?

- Oh, don't you worry
about that,

girl, there's some
already made up.

- Oh, thanks.

I feel sad cleaning the silver.

Makes me think of my Eddy.

I wonder how many times
he cleaned that old jug.

Oh, well, best put away
till the war's over,

when even that will be.

- Instead of indulging in
unrewarding speculation, Daisy,

I suggest you unwrap
the big tea pot.

- Whatever for, Mr. Hudson?

- We'll be needing it tomorrow,

for the wounded officers
tea party.

- Wounded officers tea party?

Means I'll have to
clean it all over again.

Why do we have to have
officers to tea?

- That is no concern
of yours, Daisy.

It is part of the war
effort and sponsored by

the Countess of Berkhamstead
and Lady Prudence Fairfax.

- And why does it have
to be officers?

They wouldn't ask
my Eddy to tea,

oh, no, not a common Tommy.

- Common Tommies do not
normally have tea

in the drawing rooms
of London houses.

- The drawing room's
all shut up.

- It's to be open again.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yes.

- It'll take me all day to get

the covers off and
the place clean.

- Rose will give you a hand.

- Give Daisy an 'and?

What with?

-[Mr. Hudson] Opening up the
drawing room for tomorrow.

- Ah, I'd sooner do it meself.

Daisy's got all the
laundry to sort out.

- Then I will help you.

- Oh, no, you won't, Mr. Hudson,

you're doing too much as it is.

Up half the night with
your patrols, and you

don't get any proper
rest during the daytime.

- There's a war on, Rose.

- Yeah, and still
they expect us to

open up the drawing room.

Well, I've got beds to
make, meals to serve,

the whole house to keep
clean, all the linen,

and now the bloody silverware
to unwrap.

- Daisy!

- I need my head looking
at staying

in this house, I really do.

I would have gone off
making munitions

with Ruby, that's what.

At least they got rules
against slavery in them places.

- You know, that girl is
becoming more impossible every
day.

Giving cheek, insubordination.

Oh, in ordinary times,
I would have no

hesitation but to
see that she was

put off, and without
a reference.

- But these aren't ordinary
times, are they, Mr. Hudson?

Housemaids are worth
their weight in gold.

You should see the adverts
in the papers.

- But there is a limit, Rose.

- Of course.

I'll have a word with Daisy.

(bell rings)

- Morning room. I'll go.

(clock ticking)

-[Hazel] Oh, Hudson.

- Madam.

- It's about this wounded
officers tea party.

I have decided after all not
to open up the drawing room.

It would put too much
work on Rose and Daisy.

- But, madam, they're both--

- Yes, I know they're
both willing,

Hudson, as you told
Lady Prudence.

- We could manage, madam.

- I shall be the judge of that.

And my judgment is that
we shall use this room.

Now, I have ordered a
number of small tables

in addition to the gilt chairs,

and we shall just have
to manage in here.

There will be four
ladies present,

and you and Daisy
and Rose serving.

- Not Rose, madam, not
in the afternoon.

- Oh.

Well, some of the officers
will help hand round.

At least I hope they will.

- How many guests are
you expecting, madam?

- It's hard to say
until they come,

but, well, perhaps 20, even 30.

I know it'll be a bit
of a crush, but,

well, we're all getting
used to that.

I'm sure the officers
won't mind.

- Better than bully beef
in the trenches, madam.

- My dear Hazel, what a
delicious array of good things.

- Reminds me of those
lovely teas

we used to have at Rumplemeyer's
before I was married.

- I do hope you've all
got good appetites.

- Well, I have.

Hospital food, well, it's
hospital food the world over.

(all chuckle)

- You must find it very
difficult to get about.

- Oh, no.

I scoot about all over
the place in this thing.

And everyone's so kind, I'm
always given the front seat.

- And I'm glad to hear it.

It's the least we can do for you

brave boys back in the front.

- I think one of the
most inspiring

things about this war is the way

the empire has rallied
round the mother country.

- Well, I'm sure we're
very pleased to be here.

It's the first time most
of us have had a chance.

In fact, in a month
or two, when they

take off this straitjacket,
I'll be

out with my net hunting
for your butterflies.

- Did you say butterflies?

- I'm a lepidopterist.

- I thought you were a gunner?

- In peace time I study bugs.

- Bugs?

- Really? How interesting.

- I went to a new
show last night.

- Oh? Which one?

- [Canadian Officer]
Daddy Long Legs?

- No.

- [Canadian Officer]
Tonight's the Night?

- Do you know, I can't
remember a thing about it.

Except poor Miss Farnborough was

accused of poisoning her dog.

- More tea, anyone?

Well, have some more cake, then.

Oh, commander, your leg.

- Oh, I'm a damn fraud,
that's all I am.

Nothing wrong with my legs,
except they're hollow,

as my brother officers
sometimes complain.

- I believe you were
at Jutland, commander.

- Yes, indeed, I was,
Lady Berkhamstead.

- Indeed, it must
have been a moment

of triumph for you all
when the Hun fleet

turned tail and fled for home.

- Well, as a matter
of fact, I have not

a vague recollection
of that evening.

- Oh?

- Being half seas
over at the time.

- Not actually intoxicated?

- Not in the least, dear
lady, but in the sea.

I was in a destroyer.

We loosed off our last torpedo

towards the enemy cruisers
when the German

battle fleet appeared,
heading for us.

Well, in a very short
time, as you can imagine,

we resembled a Gruyere cheese.

I heard the captain say,
"Where are we going now?"

And someone replied,
"To Heaven, I trust."

After that, we sang.

- What a thrilling story.

- You must be a remarkably
good swimmer.

- (laughs) Not at all.

Can't swim a stroke,
never could.

Most sailors can't, you know.

All thanks to my Miranda
Life-saving Waistcoat.

Oh, I shall never enter the army

and navy stores again without

a small prayer of thanksgiving.

- I thought the Germans
won at Jutland.

- Whoever told you
that nonsense?

- It was in the newspapers.

We lost more ships
than they did,

and poor Lord Kitchener drowned.

So sad.

- That was not the Battle
of Jutland, Lettie, dear.

- But I'm sure he was drowned.

Isn't that why you're all
wearing those black armbands?

- Lord Kitchener was not
in the navy, Mrs. Vowles.

- I'm always such a silly
billy about that sort of thing.

- [Lady Berkhamstead]
And what does your

father-in-law think about it?

He's a minster of the
admiralty now, I believe.

- He doesn't talk much about it.

At least not to me.

- Well, this is a very dull
government, if you ask me.

Very little better
than the last one.

No racing, no Sunday motoring.

And the Lord knows
they'll be stopping

hunting and playing tennis next.

- And it's terrible the
way prices are going up.

- Well, the war is costing
five million pounds a day.

- But there are still some
topping bargains at the sales.

I got this little frock
for only a guinea.

- At least they've
brought in conscription.

- And even made a
muddle of that.

Oh, I'm all for them
catching the shirkers

and making them fight,
but now the stupid fools

have taken my second footman,
who was indispensable.

And nothing, it seems,
can get him back.

With the way things are
going, Henry and I

will have to move into the
Ritz for the rest of the war.

- All by yourself over here?

(guests chatting in background)

Like a mouse.

- More like the owl who's
set in the oak.

The more he saw, the
less he spoke.

The less he spoke,
the more he heard.

- We all should copy
this wise old bird.

I do hope you're enjoying
yourself.

- I'm not much of a dab
hand at posh tea parties.

And butlers frighten
me to death.

- Well, why did you come?

- I'm billeted in an
officers hostel,

waiting for me board, and they

come round, asking
for volunteers.

Well, you know how it
is: you, you, and you.

- You manage very well
with your wounded arm.

- Hmm? Oh, this is
just camouflage.

To get me free bus
fares and sympathy.

There's nothing much
wrong with me.

Smashed two machines in a
week, so they sent me home.

I was getting too
expensive for the taxpayer.

- I expect you've seen
all the new shows.

- No, I'm not too familiar
with London.

Most days, I pop down
to Farnborough.

They're building some ripping
new planes down there.

- We were just discussing
this new offensive in France.

I wonder when it will start.

- I've no idea.

- Almost the whole
army's involved.

Everyone is talking about it.

- Well, that should be nice
and helpful for the Germans.

- No, thank you.

That's just what my
husband would have said.

He's in France.

That's him.

-[Jack] Oh.

Is that his sister?

- No, that's his sort of cousin.

-[Jack] I like the look of her.

- Yes, she's a very sweet girl.

- Yes, well, I've no time
for pretty girls nowadays.

- I don't believe it.

- Gospel.

Mind you, there was
a time when I

looked round the fair
maidens of Wallacy.

I always rather fancied
redheads myself.

- But now it's aeroplanes.

- (laughs) It's always
been aeroplanes.

Ever since Louis Pollon
landed his Farman

in our backyard to win the
London Manchester Race.

That was the day I started as
an apprentice at Crossman's.

- More tea, sir?

- Oh, yes, I, don't
mind if I do.

Three lumps, please.

I don't suppose grand
ladies like you

ever go rowing?

- Rowing?

I used to row like the devil
when I was at Dartmouth.

- The, uh, doctor suggested it.

Remedial treatment or something.

- It's nice down
at Graydon Head.

- Or Henley.

It's awfully jolly
rowing at Henley.

I have a dear old cousin
who lives down there.

A bishop.

He got a blue and Mrs. Bellamy.

- Mrs. Bellamy?

I will have to be going.

I have a committee at six.

It has been the most
delightful afternoon.

Good-bye, you dear boys.

-[Officers] Good-bye,
thank you very much.

- Oh, please sit down.

- Well, look here, chaps, I
think we'd better make a move.

- Mrs. Bridges is in a fury.

She said she's never
seen such a waste

of good food, not in
all her born days.

And we're meant to be
tightening our belts.

I don't know.

- There was only three
of them, Rose.

And they was all talking
too much to eat.

- Well, you know what
I always say?

Waste not, want not.

- Well, it won't be wasted.

Mr. Hudson's going
to drop them off

at the Union Jack Club
on his way to patrol.

I hear there was an
ever-so-handsome young airman
there.

He talked to Mrs. Bellamy for
hours, and he winked at me.

- That's nothing.

I get winked at and
pinched till I'm

black and blue, cheeky devils.

Go on, who else was there?

- Oh, Lady Prue, as usual.

And that old trout,
Lady Berkhamstead.

And this woman who
was so stupid,

she thought Lord Kitchener
had been

drowneded in the Battle
of Jutland.

"I'm such a silly billy
about these things."

That's what she said.

- Daisy!

How many times have I told you

that you do not, under
any circumstances,

repeat what you have
heard upstairs?

It is absolutely no
business of yours.

A good servant doesn't even hear

the conversation of
his or her betters.

I'm ashamed at you,
Rose, conniving.

- Well, you've got to have a
laugh sometimes, Mr. Hudson.

Got your key?

- Yes, Rose.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- I'm that weary on my feet.

What a day.

- Why, what happened
special today?

- Oh, I don't know,
in my omnibus.

More of a fight, really.

- A fight?

- Mm, see, a lot of
soldiers get on the bus,

ones that are back
from the front

when we stop outside
the big stations,

and they're straight from
the trenches, some of them.

Not very clean, muddy,
unshaven and that.

-[Daisy] Well, what
do you expect?

- Well, it's nothing
to do with me.

And the other passengers object

when they sit next to them, see?

And then when they
get up and move

out of the way, the
men take offense.

Especially when they're drunk.

- Can you blame them?

Poor things have been
risking lives and limbs

for months and months
and months,

then come back and get
treated like that.

I think those people
ought to be chucked off,

or fined, or made to go
and fight themselves.

Most of them are pacifists
and shirkers anyway, I'd bet.

- No, women mostly.

Housewives.

And hear, you wasn't so lovely

when you've found out that our

Belgian refugees was
crawling with lice.

- That was altogether different.

- No, it weren't.

Do you know, all our
omnibuses have to be

fumigated when get them
back to the depot?

Hope there ain't gonna
be an air raid.

- So do I.

I haven't written to my Eddy.

- I haven't written
to my Gregory.

Be a good girl and make
us a cup of cocoa, eh?

- They was saying there's
going to be

a big battle soon,
out in France.

- If they know it, they
oughtn't to be saying it.

- That's what the airman said.

- Well, he sounds as if he's got

his head screwed on alright,
at any rate.

- He was ever so young.

And wounded in the arm.

I bet he's ever so gallant.

- Are you going to get
that cocoa or am I?

(people talking)

- Two, please.

(coins clinking)

-[Girl] It's not deep
enough there.

- It's too shallow.

(birds tweeting)

- It's nice of you to come
with me, Mrs. Bellamy.

Very much appreciated.

-[Man] Come on, boy,
there's one coming in.

- Thank you very much.

- Come on out of it.

We was here first.

Bitch.

- That's not a very nice
way to talk to a lady.

I'll pay you later.

You know, you're
priceless, you really are.

A great lady like you, seeing
off a big lout like that.

(both laugh)

- I'll let you into a secret.

I'm not a grand lady at all.

My father's a shipping
clerk, and he

and my mother, they
live in Wimbledon.

- Well, I don't understand.

No, I don't believe it.

- Don't, it doesn't matter.

We've both risen from the ranks.

- You know, you'd make a
bit of a pilot yourself.

- Oh? Why?

- Well, you're quick,
and you've got guts.

If you'll excuse me.

-[Little Girl] No,
that was my swan.

-[Little Boy] That was
yours (mumbles).

- What's it like, flying?

-[Jack] There's nothing like it.

- Have you shot many
German machines?

- Yes, one or two.

I've been lucky.

- Hey!

- It's all stalking,
that's the secret of it.

Potter around in
a cloud, waiting.

Then, when you spot your Hun,

try and come down
out of the sun.

Zoom in below him,
under his belly.

The observer can't
see you there.

Then when you're 50
yards, give him

half a drum, aiming
at the pilot's body.

That should be enough.

Don't waste bullets.

- What if he sees you first?

- Maneuver your tub to
meet him head first.

It's a point of honor
with us not

to pull out before they do.

Then start firing, aiming
at his engine.

The bullets skid round
him, get the pilot.

(water splashing,
oars squeaking)

- Do you ever mind?

About killing another man?

- No.

I'm not a bloodthirsty
type, really.

It's him or you.

Another Hun gone.

Paying them back for one of
your friends that they've got.

Just like shooting a
bird or something.

Well, um, I mean you have
to think of it like that.

- I suppose you do.

- If you don't, you're
in trouble.

About a month ago, I had
rather a bad time of it.

I was on afternoon
patrol over Bapaume when

I saw a white Fokker,
two-seater,

spotting for the bush gunners.

I came in, zoom as usual.

I don't think he even
knew I was there.

Then, as I pulled out and
turned round to look back,

I saw that I'd missed the
pilot and hit the observer.

Sloppy shooting, but

by a fluke, I must have hit
an aileron or something,

because the two starboard wings

just fell off, like
pieces of paper.

Machine went down like
a drunken leaf.

I thought to myself,
"Poor little bugger."

Excuse me.

I apologize.

Well, anyway, I went
down after him

to finish him off clean, and

when I got in close,
I saw he had

a little dog with him
in the cockpit.

Black and white dog.

I felt like a murderer.

Think I nearly cracked
up, actually.

(children babbling)

- What if the same thing
happened to you?

- I'd never take
a dog up with me.

- I don't mean that.

-[Jack] It couldn't
happen to me.

- Oh, why ever not?

- I keep my revolver
loaded, ready.

(water splashing,
oars squeaking)

- Oi! Hey, watch out, mate!

Come out of it!
- Sorry!

- Hey, you wanna keep your
mind on your job, mate!

Go on, clear the way.

-[Hazel] Don't you think
you've rowed enough?

- No, no, I'm alright, really.

- Could I have a try?

- If you want to.

- Ah.

(water splashing,
oars squeaking)

- We'll hem this up at
least three inches.

That's the latest from Paris.

Or that's what the papers say.

- Well, are you sure
it's not too much?

- Oh, absolutely sure.

Not nowadays.

Not at an evening party in here.

Well, when do you
want it by, madam?

- Tonight.

Can you manage it?

- Oh, yes, easy, I've
got an hour to spare now.

- Thank you very much, Rose.

- 'Course, you won't
see the full benefit,

not till you slip your
petticoat off.

(both laugh)

- Thank you very much.

(clock ticking)

(upbeat band music)

Thank you for taking
me to the show.

I did enjoy it very much.

- It's very nice of you
to come out with me.

Very good of you.

- It's not very good
of me at all.

(laughs) In fact, it's
very bad of me.

- Don't poke fun at me.

- I'm not poking fun at you.

I wouldn't, ever.

Tonight is not part
of my war effort.

- I don't understand you.

- It's not a wounded
officers tea party anymore.

I, I don't make a habit...

Oh, I'm enjoying every
second of it,

so please don't let's spoil it.

- I wish...

I just wish things had been
a bit different, that's all.

- It's no good, wishing.

- You're right.

You were right in
the first place.

I mean, why worry who
we are, what we are,

where we've come from,
where we're going to?

It doesn't matter.

There's not much
use in the past,

and it's no good worrying
about the future.

- No. There's just us.

And no one to mar our joy.

- I hope not.

(both laugh)

-[Hazel] Doesn't look
much like coffee.

- Taste it.

- Brown tasting.

- After 10 o'clock, officers
may drink no alcohol.

I'll have to go steady, though.

I've got me board tomorrow.

I don't know what the
medics will think

if I turn up with
me eyes looking

like a couple of poached eggs.

- Do you think you'll pass?

-[Jack] Oh, yes, no trouble.

- And what then?

- Fly the first tub that's
ready over to France.

- How long before you come back?

- They say you last six months
out there if you're lucky.

Three if you drink.

- Be serious.

- I thought we weren't
bothered about the future?

- Tell them you're not fit.

They'll always give
you more leave.

-[Jack] That'd be breaking
the rules.

- Then break the silly rules.

I am.

Married ladies with husbands
at the front

don't dance with
other gentlemen.

- That's alright, I'm
not a gentleman.

And they're not silly
rules, our rules.

And I'm breaking them already.

-[Hazel] How?

- You're not supposed
to have your

heart in two countries at once.

That's what the skipper
says, official.

What do you think he is?

- Foreign spy.

- No, I say profiteer.

- Armaments manufacturer.

- (laughs) Of course.

- What's that?

- It's the bullet they
took out of my arm.

Here, I'll see if I
can sell it back.

- No.

(jaunty band music)

(music turns slow)

("If You Were the Only
Girl (in the World)")

- Oh, I brought this down from

the drawing room,
and I'm just off.

-[Mr. Hudson] Rose?

- Hmm?

- Is the mistress in the house?

- No, she's gone out to lunch,

and she'll probably be out for

dinner, too, but I've
informed Mrs. B.

- Seems to be cavorting about
all the time these days.

- Well, I don't know what you
mean by that, I really don't.

Except Mrs. Bellamy's ever
so busy with her war work.

- War work? (chuckles)

Coming back from my
period of duty,

I happened to see her
paying off a hackney

cab and opening the
front door with her key.

- Oh, what's so wrong
about that?

- It was half past five
in the morning.

- Oh, the canteens
on the stations

where Mrs. Bellamy works
are open all night.

Didn't you know that?

- Unusual to be serving
in a canteen

in an evening frock,
a silk shawl,

jewels in her ears, and
rouge on her cheeks.

- Well, I don't know
what you're implying,

Mr. Hudson, and I don't
think I want to know, either.

But I do know something.

There ain't a person
in London what works

harder for the war
effort than Mrs. Bellamy.

And there ain't a soldier that's
got a better wife, neither.

- But, Rose--

- And another thing.

What goes on upstairs
is none of our business.

Now if I've heard
you say that once,

I must have heard it
a thousand times.

You're doing too much,
if I may say so.

And you're getting yourself into

a frazzle about nothing at all.

- If by "nothing," you
mean the old model order

breaking up all around us,
I would agree with you.

I have the witness of my own
eyes every night on my beat.

- Well, don't think I
don't turn a blind eye

to what goes on on the
top of my bus sometimes.

- I'm not often myself traveling

on the tops of London omnibuses.

I have really no idea.

- Look, Mr. Hudson,
there are thousands

of young men going out to France

from this country every
day of the week,

most like to get maimed
and killed and wounded.

Are you going to begrudge them

a happy memory of home
to take with them?

- Of course not, Rose.

But that's not exactly
the point.

- You're prejudiced, Mr. Hudson.

You haven't got a loved one,
and you don't understand.

- Mark and Jeremy are on leave,

and they came and saw
us off at the station.

They said James is out here
with the Guards Division.

- Yes, he is.

- Do we get Paris
leave, Georgina?

- You've only just arrived.

You might in three or four
months, if you behave
yourselves.

This is preoperative.

When we start taking in, you'll
be working in here with me.

They'll all be GSW.

- Gunshot wounds.

- Uh, gas and medical
go the other side.

Our job is to get them
through into surgery

as quick as they can take them,

and keep them alive
in the meantime.

- How many?

-[Georgina] 500, perhaps
1,000 a day.

Last battle, we had an overflow

of 300 stretchers
waiting outside.

That was only a small show
compared to this next one.

- Corporal Crow, who
drove us from the station,

said it was going to be the
biggest battle of the war.

Bigger than Verdun.

- Don't listen to
canteen rumors.

Willy Crow's the biggest
liar in the place.

When they're brought
in, you take them

in turn, regardless
of nationality.

If they're dead, put
a blanket over them.

One of the orderlies
will soon notice.

- How will we know?

- You'll know.

Get their clothes off
any way you can.

Use the big surgical scissors
or a scalpel if you have to.

- Do we take off everything?

- Everything.

Including dressings,
except for bad head

or abdominals, for
obvious reasons.

You may have a bit of trouble
with the Hun officers.

They're apt to be rude, and they

wear very elaborate
steel corsets.

Personal effects, put in a
helmet or something and label.

The rest will be burned.

Give them a tetanus, and wash
the wounds as best you can.

Otherwise, don't touch them
unless they're maggoty.

- Maggoty?

- It's quite a health
design, actually.

You kill the maggots with ether,

then wrap the patient
in a clean sheet

and into surgery through there.

-[Nurse] I'm sure I'll faint
or be sick or something.

- It doesn't really
matter if you are.

There's a bottle of brandy
in dispensary.

- Hello, Georgina.

- Well, a major.
Congratulations.

James, I'm afraid
I'm still on duty.

- I wonder who that is?

Doesn't he look ripping?

- It's her boyfriend.

She's got his picture
by her cot.

- It's alright, Worsley,
you can have

the rest of the day off and
a pass out till midnight.

- Thank you, sister.

I won't be a minute.

I must go.

Oh, sister, I was--

- It's alright, away you go.

- Thank you.

- It's her cousin, actually.

James Bellamy.

Life Guards, quite jolly.

I've met him in London.

- Only a cousin?

What a waste.

- I wish he was my cousin.

- This is not the monkey
house at the zoo.

Just what do you think
you're doing?

- Well, sister, you see--

- Can't see much, because
I'm half blind,

but one thing I can see is that

these blankets are
wrongly folded--

- Yeah, but--

- And that all the
(mumbles) stoves

to be cleaned and filled ready.

-[All] Yes, sister.

- Well, don't just stand there,

giping like a row of
dummies, get moving.

-[All] Yes, sister.

-[Georgina] I know that
we're really not meant

to talk about it,
but, well, are you

going to be in this next battle?

(distant explosions booming)

- Yes, of course.

But not in the first phase.

It's a jolly big show, you know.

Two armies involved.

You see, the idea
is that once the

forward divisions
have penetrated

the fixed offenses,
we'll go through the gap.

Might end anyway.

Might even finish the war.

(airplane buzzing)

I've got my own machine
gun company.

Wonderful lot of chaps.

Trained to a T.

New Vickers guns.

Water cooled.

2,000 rounds a minute.

Cut a man in half
at half a mile.

- And all the king's horses
and all the king's men

couldn't put Humpty
together again.

But we have to try.

- It must have been
a lovely place once.

- Yes.

The old lady that owns
it still lives here.

She's had an awful time.

The Germans used the chateau
as some headquarters in '14.

Looted everything, tore all the

priceless tapestries to shreds.

Then we came and took it over.

Her beautiful garden.

She's a princess,
an old darling.

I met her down here one
day tending the graves.

"Does it matter, my flowers,
my garden," she said,

"when the fine flower of the
world is dying around us?"

(mumbles) stiffies, that's
what the orderlies call them.

- Quite a few Bosh.

- Yes.

Because I can speak
German, I often

work in the prisoners' ward.

This one's Klaus.

He was only 16.

When he was brought
in, he had his

right leg blown off at the hip

and a penetrating wound
in his chest.

He was very polite and charming.

How they can make the
effort, goodness knows.

He told me he hated the war.

At first he thought it wonderful

to fight for the fatherland.

- Did he know he was dying?

- I'm not sure.

He asked me to write
to his parents for him.

He didn't understand
that there was

no way of sending a letter.

I've still got it.

Maybe one day after the war
I'll try and deliver it myself.

I don't think I should
ever have become a nurse.

- That sister said you
were a very good one.

- Did she say that?

- She said you were
a very brave girl.

- The mistress isn't
expected back for tea?

- No, Mr. Hudson.

- Who's that for
then, may I ask?

- There's visitor in
the morning room.

- Who?

- An officer in the
Royal Flying Corps.

- You shouldn't of

Goodness gracious, you know
the rules by now, girl.

- I recognized him.

He was very insistent.

(clock ticking)

- Oh, hello.

- Good afternoon, sir.

Was Mrs. Bellamy expecting you?

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

- Sir, I'm afraid Mrs.
Bellamy is at her canteen

and is not expected
back for some hours.

- That's a pity.

I've got to fly an
aeroplane over to France.

- Might I take a message, sir?

- No, it, uh, it doesn't matter.

I'll write a note.

Oh, and, uh, no tea.

- No, sir?

- Well, don't worry, I won't
pinch any of the silver.

(pen scratching)

- Well, everyone seems
alright at home.

- Yes, not much news.

Oh, had a letter from Rose.

The Australian's
turned up again,

and they're going to get
married on his next leave.

He's a sergeant in the ANZACs.

- Oh, we shan't have
any staff left soon.

-[Georgina] There's
always poor Daisy.

- Hmm? What's poor about Daisy?

- Well, Edward's out
here somewhere.

- Oh, yes, yes, he'll probably

be going over the top
a few hours from now.

Now we all have to
take our turn.

- Oh, Jumbo, you
haven't changed.

How is Hazel?

- Oh, she's alright.

She writes almost every day.

Pretty boring stuff.

Tea parties for wounded
officers,

committee meetings,
endless war work.

I don't know what you women did

before there was a war
to keep you happy.

- Or you men.

- Poor old Hazel.

She leads a pretty
dreary life, I'm afraid.

However hard I try,
I don't seem to be

exactly the ideal
husband for her.

But I had hoped that the
war would change everything.

I don't exactly know
how, but it hasn't.

It's kept us apart so
we can't row so much,

we can lead our own lives,
but that's about all.

- More like a truce
than a marriage.

- Yes.

Oh, I blame myself, really.

-[Georgina] That makes
a nice change.

- Hmm? Oh, what exactly
do you mean by that?

- Well, you usually find
someone or something

else to blame for
all your troubles.

- Perhaps I do.

Well, most people
do, don't they?

And to be fair, I
don't blame Hazel.

She's been jolly, unselfish,
and faithful.

- Too jolly, unselfish,
and faithful,

that's half the trouble.

She's like a doormat.

You don't need a doormat.

You want someone
who will tell you

when you're behaving
like a spoiled schoolboy.

- Now that, coming from
practically a schoolgirl.

- I thought I'd supposed
to have grown up.

From what I hear, you
were spoiled to rights

by your mother, and
now it's Hazel.

It's not fair.

- Hmm?

- I mean on you.

- Oh, how do you mean?

- Well, for instance,
Hazel should never

have pushed you back
to the front.

-[James] Oh, she didn't.

- Yes, she did.

She fought like a tiger
with your colonel

and pulled every
string there was.

- Oh.

Oh, I didn't know that.

- I didn't at the time,
not for sure.

I found out by chance
when your nice

adjutant took me out to dinner.

- Philip?

Oh, well, if she did,
I respect her for it.

Perhaps she did it
because she knew

that it was something
I wanted very much.

I loathed that staff job.

- I know you did.

But if I'd been your
wife, I'd have

moved heaven and earth
to keep you in it.

To keep you safe at all costs.

Anyway, don't repeat
it about Hazel.

I shouldn't have told you.

- No.

- That's the difference
between us.

I'm selfish.

Selfish about people that I...

Oh, about people.

I hate and loathe this war.

I hate it and everything
to do with it.

Especially the people
that go on saying

it's a holy war and
that God's on our side.

They ought to be locked
up or forced to come

to this place and see all
the mutilated young men.

Crippled for life, most of them.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm so
poopoo tonight, James.

I've drunk too much
wine or something.

- But you still believe in God?

- No, not anymore.

I don't really believe in
anything except people.

How brave and good they can be.

Sometimes I go into the little

chapel in the chateau to pray.

To keep you safe.

But it's to some god
of battle that I pray,

not to a nice cozy
old Sunday god.

How can he exist and
let all this go on?

(explosions booming)

- (speaking French)

Hello, (speaks French).

- (speaks French)

- What was all that
whispering about?

- He wanted to know
if we wanted a room.

The French love a romance.

- Dear Mr. Bully.

- Why's he called that?

- Oh, well, the soldiers
always try to pay

for their drinks with
tins of bully beef.

Mr. Bully always says,
"Bully beef non bon."

(both laugh)

- Would you like a brandy?

- Yes.

- Monsieur Bully?

- (speaks French)

- (speaks French)
- (speaks French)

- Daisy?

- I had a postcard from Eddy.

It's pretty, isn't it?

- Oh, it is pretty.

All them colored silks.

- He says they're by
the seaside, practicing

mock attacks, and they'll
be for it soon.

Oh, I've got a queer
feeling tonight.

- There was talking
down at the depot.

They reckon it's the
guns in France.

- Oh, Rose, I hope
he'll be alright.

(explosions booming)

- I must go.

Good-bye.

- Jumbo, oh, darling,
darling James,

please God protect you.

You're all I've got
in the world.

- Dear little one.

- It's so disappointing
when you've taken all that

trouble over the food and
hired all those chairs.

- Yes.

- Cynthia told Margot
to tell Lettie that

they were having a special
matinee for wounded

officers that day, so of
course they all went there.

Lettie forgot, as
she always does.

Really she hasn't a brain
in her head, that girl.

- Yes.

-[Prudence] What?

- Oh, no.

I do agree.

- Anyway, it's the thought
that counts.

- I suppose so.

Would you like some more coffee?

- Umm, yes, please.

Isn't it exciting,
being able to hear

the guns from France, all hours?

The big battle starts at
dawn tomorrow, you know.

Almost makes one
feel part of it.

- Yes.

- Hazel, my dear, you
know I'm a very old friend

of this family, and I
think we know each other

well enough for me to
be able to say something

to you, well, quite frank
without you minding.

- Of course not.

- Agatha says she saw you at
the theater the other night.

- Oh, did she?

I didn't see her.

- She said you were with a
young Flying Corps officer.

- Yes. Jack Dyson.

You remember the one who
came to our tea party?

He took me to The Bing Boys.

It was very jolly.

Poor boy, he was so
lost in London.

- Yes, I expect he was.

Of course, I know all
sorts of people

are getting commissions
these days,

but, uh, well, he did
seem to me to be rather,

well, you know.

- Common?

- Well, rough.

- Well, not surprising, really.

He was an engineering apprentice

in Manchester when
the war broke out.

- Oh, how interesting.

- I find him quite charming.

- Yes, but you know
we do all have to be

so very careful, especially
someone

like yourself with a
husband at the front.

You know what I mean.

People will talk.

Now, if it had been one
of James's friends

or brother officers, well,
it would be quite alright.

- Well, you needn't
worry, Prudence.

By now, Jack Dyson
is back in France.

- Well, there we are then.

It was just a tiny bit of
advice from an old friend.

And now I really must rush.

No, no, don't ring.

I'll let myself out.

These democratic days.

Had you heard that Daisy Mitchum

has taken to riding a bicycle?

- No.

- (laughs) Thank you
for a lovely supper,

and don't worry about
your darling James.

The Guards aren't going in
for at least a month yet.

Cocky danbies at GHQ, looking
after the food or something.

And he told Balger he heard
Douglas Haig telling the king.

(door closes)

(distant explosions booming)

(gentle orchestral music)