All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S04E10 The Heros Farewell WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(stately orchestral music)

- Oh come on, come on.

Put it away my girl, quickly.

- Good morning, Hudson.

- Good morning, my Lady.

- I'm afraid Mrs. Bellamy
is not at home.

- We'll just come
in for a moment.

I just want to show Mr.
Maitland the drawing room.

- Oh, the drawing room,
my Lady, is--

- Sheeted, yes, I know.

It's all right, we just
want to see the proportions.

-[Gerald] Thank you so much.

- Oh, you better keep
your coat on Gerald,

it'll be dreadfully cold.

- Ah.

-[Hudson] But, my Lady, I've--

- It's all right Hudson,
I know the way.

There, what do you think?

- Well it is quite a large room.

- Oh it's beautiful, isn't it?

Suits you perfectly.

- Yes.

- Oh I know it'd difficult
to tell like this

but all the furniture
could be taken out.

- Oh it would have to be.

- Excuse me, my Lady,
would you care for coffee?

- Oh yes, what a good idea.

Gerald?

- That would be too lovely.

- We'll have it up here, Hudson.

- I think you would
be more comfortable

in the morning room, my Lady.

- No, no, we'll have it up here.

Then we can go on working
and planning

- My Lady.

- You don't think he's
gonna buy the house, do you?

- I hope not.

What's his name, Mr. Hudson?

- Mr. Maitland.

- Not Gerald Maitland,
the actor?

- I believe Lady Prudence
did call him Gerald.

- I saw once, Gregory and me.

Saw him in a play,
before the war.

Went to a matinee and
had tea in the interval.

It was a comedy, ever so funny.

Oh, we laughed.

He was lovely.

He smoked a cigarette
right on the stage.

- What if he did!

We still don't want him
buying this house.

- To the best of my belief
this house is not for sale,

Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, then what's he doing
looking at the drawing room
then?

- We could build a
stage at this end,

and then if we moved
out all the furniture,

got in some little guild chairs.

How many do you suppose
we could seat in here, 50?

- No, more than that
I should think.

- Two guineas a head.

- Or seat.

(laughing)

- Oh, Gerald.

- I wonder if we could get
Ivor to play the piano.

- Ivor Churchill?

- No, Ivor Novello,

the composer of Keep
the Home Fires Burning.

- Ah, yes.

- Such a talented young
man, and so beautiful.

I do think talented people
should be beautiful, don't you?

That's what I find so
depressing about D.H. Lawrence.

- He's a disgraceful pacifist
married to a German wife.

- Worse still, he's so
dreadfully ugly.

No I think that if we're
going to do this thing at all,

it must be simply beautiful.

The sort of thing people
will remember

long after the war is over.

- I'm not sure we
can set our sights

quite as high as that.

- Hudson, someone here?

- Lady Prudence and a
gentleman, my Lord.

They're in the drawing room.

- The drawing room?

What on Earth are
they don't there?

- You heard about poor Basil?

- Tragic loss.

Cynthia's heartbroken.

- Still, at least her
husband is safe.

- For the moment, but
nowadays, one never knows

what's going to happen next.

- Prudence?

- Oh, Richard.

We are hatching a little
plot and want your approval.

This is Gerald Maitland.

Gerald, I don't think
you've met Lord Bellamy.

- How do you do?

I'm afraid you must think
we're taking the most terrible

liberties with your
beautiful drawing room.

- Not at all.

Rose, what time are on duty?

- 2:00, sir.

- On duty?

- Rose is a conductorette
on an omnibus.

- Oh one of our unsung heroines.

-[Lord Bellamy] Rose, you
better go downstairs if you want

to get something eat
before you leave.

- Oh this is dreadful.

I'm afraid the furniture
removing was my idea.

- Quite all right, sir.

- Now what is all this about?

- Well, now we were going
to have it in Winborn House,

but it was bombed in
that dreadful raid.

- Yes, I heard.

- And so many large houses
have been hit as well,

a lot of them in
that actual raid.

The Devonshires, the
Yarboroughs, the Verners,

the Salisburys, the Rattlins.

Really one would think
the Germans had a map

and were picking off the
large houses one-by-one.

- I think that most unlikely.

- The result's the same.

Hardly a big house
left untouched.

And those that are are
mostly turned into hospitals.

We were in despair.

And then I thought of you.

- I don't, Prudence, what
exactly are you planning?

- A tableau, Richard.

A matinee of historical tableau
in aid of the Red Cross.

- Tableau?

- But getting them
up among ourselves.

Now the Duchess is
writing the words,

Connie and I are to be
responsible for all the rest of
it.

- I didn't think there
were any words in tableau.

- Well, you know,
an accompaniment,

telling people what they're
seeing in rhyming couplets.

- Good heavens.

- We shall sell tickets
at two guineas a head

and take up a collection,
so we should make quite

a nice little sum
for the Red Cross.

- Should it be much simpler
to ask for donations?

- Oh I know, that's
Hazel's view.

No one should ever have
any fun over raising money.

But it's so unrealistic.

People are very poor these
days, except for the poor,

they've never been so
well-off in their lives.

But for the rest of us, it is
very difficult to get people

to put their hands
in their pockets.

Besides, everyone needs
a little amusement.

- And you think that
tableau is--

- My dear, Richard.

People will always come
to see their friends

making fools of themselves.

Oh not that that's what
we're going do, of course.

Because we have our dear
Gerald to advice us.

It's all going to be
a great success.

Now, we can borrow the
drawing room, can't we?

- Well, Prudence,
with Hazel away--

- But that's the point.

Hazel's away.

And by the time she
gets back from Eastborn,

we shall have given
our little performance,

made a nice little sum
for the Red Cross,

and give no trouble to anyone.

There, that's settled.

Now we can really
get down to work.

- Would you care to
stay for lunch?

I don't know what Mrs.
Bridges is planning,

but we had sausages yesterday,
so it won't be that again.

- That's awfully kind,
but I'm afraid I'm taking

Lady Prudence to luncheon
at the Ritz.

- I've been working so
hard all the morning.

We really feel we've earned it.

- Salt brisket of beef, not
much of that left neither.

Well, it's all we've got for
tomorrow except a bit of bacon.

- Them dumplings was
nice, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, soggy.

That potato flour
is not the same,

it's no use pretending it is.

- I'm off then.

You going to that lecture
this afternoon, Mrs. Bridges?

- I'm not sure.

- No, Mrs. Bridges, you
promised the mistress.

- I said I'd think about it.

I don't want some lady telling
me how to manage my kitchen.

- It might not be a
lady, Mrs. Bridges.

It might be a cook.

- Oh, well, let her come and
cook here if she's so clever.

- Mrs. Bridges, I'm
sure we all feel

that with the King and
Queen eating patriotic menus

in Buckingham Palace--

- We eat patriotic menus here,

there's not a scrap of
waste in this household.

- Might pick up a few tips.

- I've got plenty
of tips of me own,

thank you, without theirs.

- Well, cheerio.

- Cheerio.

If you ask me, Rose has not
coming through by her contact

with the outside world.

- Of course you could
send Ruby along instead.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Ruby?

Oh fat lot of good she'd be.

- No, I don't imagine
Daisy meant instead.

But it might not be
altogether inappropriate,

Mrs. Bridges, for you to go
to the War Cookery Lecture,

accompanied by your
kitchen maid.

It might, as it were,
establish your correct status.

- Well, hmm.

I suppose I could take
her along with me.

If you think it's my duty.

(hammering)

- If Rooster play Florence
Nightingale?

- Dorothy promised
faithfully that she would.

Now she's been asked to play
the Virgin Mary at the gaiety,

and she flatly refuses
to do both.

- What, Dorothy to portray
the Virgin Mary

is like asking Henry VIII
to play a celibate monk.

(laughing)

- Perhaps that's why the
idea appeals to her so much.

Oh, Maude's to be Cleopatra.

- Maude?

- Well she's very swarthy.

- Yes, you have to
shave her mustache,

otherwise they'll think
she's Antony.

(laughing)

- I thought her husband
could play Antony.

- Is that the little
man with the squint?

- No that's her cousin.

I thought he could be Nelson.

Well, he'd have a patch
over one eye.

- Yes, but which eye?

(laughing)

- It does seem a pity
not to use this.

I wonder if I could stick
silver paper over it

for a Roman soldier?

- Hello, how's it going?

Golly, that's very attractive.

- I thought I might wear
this as Lady Hamilton.

- I thought this program
was to be called

the Hero's Farewell?

- The Hero's Farewell to
his wife or lady love.

Nelson and Lady Hamilton,
Antony and Cleopatra,

Christopher Columbus
and Queen Isabella--

- Christopher Columbus--

- He's the American gent.

- Oh yes, yes, of course.

- You know, in a way I'm
sorry we didn't stick

to our original idea of
Heroines Through the Ages,

but it's so dreadfully
short of men.

Richard, dear, I--

- Oh, no, you won't
get me to take part.

I rent you this drawing
room on Hazel's behalf,

but that is all.

(hammering)

I hope that man isn't
damaging the plaster.

- I think I might go
to Selfridge's Basement

and see if I can't find
a hat I like better.

- Oh dear you know we said
in the interest of economy

we wouldn't buy any new costumes

but make use of what we have.

- If it's really becoming
I can wear it afterwords

and it will be in economy.

- We still haven't
solved our main problem.

Who is to play Florence
Nightingale?

- Ms. Georgina, what
a pleasant surprise.

- Hello, Hudson.

- We didn't expect
you til next week.

- I had to change leaves
with a nurse

who was getting married
and there wasn't time

to let you know.

It's nice to see you again.

- Thank you, Miss Georgina.

(hammering)

- What on Earth's going on?

Don't tell me you've
been bombed?

- No, Miss Georgina,
Lady Prudence,

if I may so express
it, struck again.

(laughing)

(hammering)

- What's going on this time?

No, no, no don't tell me,
I'll find out for myself.

- You want your curtains
to draw to and fro

across here then?

- No, no.

- People are going to
be dressing in there.

- Oh I thought you wanted to
run your curtains to and fro?

- Yes, but in front
of the stage,

you stupid man, not there!

- Look, lady, if you're
not satisfied

with my work, you go
and get somebody else.

- No, no, no come back.

- Wretched man!

- The working classes have
got completely out of hand.

We shall never be able to
get them to behave themselves

again when the war's over.

- You should have to
get him back, Prudence,

you know the trouble
we had getting him.

We shall have to bribe him.

- How can we?

He's got more money
than we have.

Oh you better run
after him, Connie,

and be simply charming.

- Well, I'll try.

Oh, so sorry, we've
lost our carpenter.

- Oh, hello, Georgi--

the very person we need!

- I'm not much good at
carpentry, I'm afraid.

- You can be Florence
Nightingale.

- Is someone ill?

- No, in our little performance.

- Oh, Lady Prudence,
I couldn't possibly.

I can't act to save my life,

and I never could learn lines.

- Oh you don't have to.

All you do is just stand
there in rather dim light

holding a lamp.

Tableau, you see.

- But I--

- It's alright, he'd just
gone to have his dinner.

I gave him two shillings
and told him

to have some beer with it.

How much do you suppose
beer costs?

- Two pence, dear.

But never mind, we've found
our Florence Nightingale.

Isn't that wonderful?

- I really think that is
the most shocking thing

I've read in the newspapers
since the war began.

- Oh, what is, Mr. Hudson?

- "Most households have followed
Their Majesties example,

"and are practicing
voluntary food rationing.

"Unfortunately, there are
many instances of servants

"refusing to work in
households which practice

"voluntary rationing."

- Oh, well, I suppose
that is wrong.

-[Mr. Hudson] It certainly
is, Daisy.

- But like, Addie says, our
keep is part of our wages.

- That's as may be but
we're all in this together.

And I hope that it will
never come when servants

in this country refuse to
do their patriotic duty.

- Alright, Ruby, you
can bring it in now.

- You've got something
special for us today,

have you, Mrs. Bridges?

- I have indeed, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh I thought you might
have found us a wee rabbit.

- Rabbits seem to
have disappeared.

- My driver ate his
rabbits, he used to sell em.

But when they put a
controlled price on it,

said it wasn't worth it,
now he eats em himself.

- Well I'm sure this is...

what is it, Mrs. Bridges.

- Win the War pie.

- Well, that certainly is...

That certainly is.

- Thank you, Ruby.

- Don't we get no vegetables?

-[Ruby] The vegetables
are all in it.

-[Mr. Hudson] Ruby.

- Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- For what we are about to
receive, may the Lord make us

truly thankful.

-[All] Amen.

- Well, say what you
all think of it.

I don't expect any of you
can guess what's in it.

Scraps of fatty bacon,
leftover vegetables,

stale bread, oatmeal,
and vegetable broth.

All things I would have
thrown out in the normal way.

I am glad we went
to that lecture.

Now we can all have a
thoroughly wholesome meal

and know that we're
doing our patriotic duty.

- Quite.

- I suppose the crusader
must wear a breastplate.

We really need this for Antony.

-[Daisy] Can't we
borrow some armor

from the Tower of London
or somewhere?

- They're rather heavy.

Perhaps if Antony wore this
tunic, and had a sword,

we really need a round shield.

- When was children,
Ms. Georgina,

we used to use saucepan lids,
got some big ones downstairs.

- I simply cannot have
Antony saying farewell

to Cleopatra carrying
a saucepan lid.

- It wouldn't look like
a saucepan lid, my Lady.

- We could use the copper lid.

-[Lady Prudence] What does
that look like, Daisy?

- It's round--

-[Rosemary] No, saucepan
lids'll be better.

- Run and fetch them, Rose.

Anything that looks like a
shield, then we can decide.

Daisy give me a hand with
this, I want it to drape

and I don't know how to do it.

- Ruby, was there any of that
salt brisket of beef left?

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges,
just a scrap.

- It would be cheating to
put it in a vegetable pie.

Still, I think we'll
just pop it in.

- There are three dumplings
left as well.

- Oh, we'll mince em
all up together.

- They want some saucepan
lids upstairs.

Give us a hand, Ruby.

- I'm busy!

- Ruby, how dare you speak to
your superior in the household

in that tone of voice?

You just remember your
place, my girl.

- She's working for
me, Mr. Hudson.

And Rose has no right
to give her orders.

- Here, take these,
what's the time?

Oh, Lord, I'm going to be late.

You'll have to take them up.

And they want the lid of the
copper in the drawing room.

- Rose I can't go upstairs!

- A kitchen maid in
the drawing room?

I've never heard
of such a thing.

- You take them, Mr. Hudson.
(doorbell ringing)

- Ruby!

Come back here!

What have you got,
come here at once,

take these, I'll see
who's at the front door.

-[Ruby] But, Mr. Hudson.

- One of the ladies, I suppose.

- She can't, oh.

- Prudence, what is
all this I hear

about the Rape of Belgium?

- Oh good morning, Duchess.

- Good morning.

Who is this?

- Georgina Wesley, Margie
Bellamy's niece.

- Oh she won't do for
Belgium, either.

- No, no, she's playing
Florence Nightingale.

- Oh, too young.

Still, I suppose she'll do.

But I absolutely refuse
to allow Celia Bellington

to play Belgium.

We need an innocent open face.

Celia looks like a ferret.

All those Bellingtons do.

Belgium must be represented
by a simple peasant girl.

The whole point of the
scene is the contrast

between the gallant British
Tommy and his tender,

womanly wife, and the
brutal Hun with--

Who's playing the brutal Hun?

- Prudence is.

- We're rather short of men.

But I thought.

- Well, yes, we can keep
your back to the audience.

Just an impression of
Jack boots and evil,

and beneath your upraised hand,

innocent and helpless,
a simple country girl,

her face full of terror
and dismay.

(crashing)

- Alright, now when I give
the signal, the curtains

should flow across the stage
with a kind of elegant swish.

And now.

(squeaking)

-[Daisy] Should I put a
drop of oil in it, sir?

- Anything, anything
you can think of.

- There, Miss Georgina,
how's that?

Oh, Daisy, I'm sure I look
just like the Matron of Giza

and no one ever mistook her
for Florence Nightingale.

- Where is everyone?

- Some of them are coming
this afternoon.

- That's useless, you realize,

we've never yet had
the whole cast together

at any one time.

Now, we really must
all work together

so that the production flows.

- Well at least every
part is cast now.

- Why yes, except, Georgina,
don't you know anyone

who could play the
Crimean soldier?

- Well I'm having lunch
with Philip Haning--

- Ettie's boy.

Excellent, bring him along.

- But I thought he'd
been sent back to France?

- Yes, but he was wounded again.

He's out of hospital now.

But I know they thought he
might have to lose a leg.

- Oh it doesn't matter at all.

All he has to do is lie there

and look adoringly up at you.

- If he does then I'm
sure I shall laugh.

- Oh, no you won't.

When you hear the
Duchess's beautiful words,

you won't even think of it.

- Are you going to dinner, Rose?

- Yes, I am, worse luck.

- Faggots, Mrs. Bridges?

- Certainly not.

I've never served faggots
in this household.

- Well they look like faggots.

- Meatless rissoles.

- How can you make
meatless rissoles?

- Onion, oatmeal, and
vegetable broth.

- I'd rather have faggots.

- Rose!

I'm sure Mr. Hudson approves,

oatmeal being his national dish.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges, but not
customarily in gristle form.

- Cabbage.

- Potato substitute.

- How can you make
potato substitute?

- Ground rice, flakes
maize, and milk.

- Quite right, Ruby.

- Only a little while
ago they was asking us

to use potatoes instead
of flour.

- But now there's a shortage
of potatoes.

So they're asking all
the better-off households

to leave them for the poor.

So, now we have another
really patriotic meal

and full of nourishment, too.

- Celia, that's yours dear.

Maude, yes, Cleopatra's done it.

- I bicycled all the
way from Piccadilly.

Most invigorating.

And much cheaper
than an omnibus.

- Pleasanter, too.

Have you heard about
poor lady Craven?

- No.

- She thought she ought
to take an omnibus,

for the sake of economy.

Got on at Baker Street,
and sat next to a woman

who smelled awful.

So she said to her, "My good
woman, have you a bath tub?"

And then woman said, "Yes,
but I can't let you use it,

"cause there's 10 of
us using it already."

(laughing)

- Mary always was a full.

Suppose the woman had said,
"No, I haven't a bath,

"can I come and use yours?"

Where would she have been then?

Ah, Gerald, what are
we going to do now?

- Well I thought that
we would go through

the whole program in
ordinary clothes,

then tomorrow we'll
have a dress rehearsal,

- What is that?

-[Lady Prudence] Trial
performance in costume, Duchess.

- I see.

- And Mrs. Patrick Campbell
is coming to give us

all advice on makeup.

- Is everyone here?

- Yes, all except--

- I'm sorry, Winnie, we
had lunch at the Queen's

and it took rather a long time.

- We didn't have a lot to
eat, it just took a long time.

The waitress had varicose veins,

and Georgina made the mistake
of asking her about them.

We got a bulletin
with every course.

- Well never mind,
now you are here,

you're going to help
us, Philip, aren't you?

- What?

- Now you know the Duchess
and Lady Constance.

And this is Mr. Gerald Maitland,

who's going to make our
little performance

look quite professional.

(squeaking)

- Mrs. Bridges!

They want Ruby upstairs now.

- You don't look
much, but still,

I suppose you'll have to do.

- I don't want to do
it, Mrs. Bridges.

- You'll do as you're
told, my girl.

And mind, when you get
up in the drawing room,

no showing off in front of
the ladies and gentlemen.

Just say, "Yes, my Lady,"
and, "No, my Lady."

-[Ruby] Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Alright, get along with you.

And pick your feet up.

Ruby in one of their tablaeus.

Fancy that.

They'll have her in moving
pictures next.

- Mr. Hudson, her Ladyship said
will you step upstairs, too,

cause she wants a word with you.

- Major Haning, if you would
just lie down on the mattress.

(clapping)

Where's the mattress?

- Oh it's alright,
I'll just lie down.

- No, no, there's a rug.

- No, no, no, not like
that, up on your elbow.

Mrs. Wesley, where's your lamp?

- Oh, my lamp.

- Now hold it up
a little please.

Just a little more.

Now take one step back.

No, no, no, we don't want to
have your back to the audience,

turn a little to your left.

Your left.

- Sorry, really sorry.

- Duchess.

- That girl doesn't look like
a crusader's wife at all.

More like a foxy dunce.

- Duchess.

If you would, just
say the words.

- Oh yes, yes of course.

He breathes his lust on
Balaclava Height,

chilled at the end by--

- Heights.

- I beg your pardon?

- It should be Balaclava
Heights, not Height.

-[Georgina] Well actually
it should be Scutari.

the hospital was at Scutari.

-[Duchess] It wouldn't rhyme.

- But still, if he's in
hospital, and Florence
Nightingale--

- Yes, I really think we must
leave the words to the author.

If you would just pose.

- Yes of course.

- And Major Haning, will you
look adoringly up at her.

-[Major] Oh yes.

- Miss Wesley, try to
look sympathetic,

full of compassion.

- Right.

- He breathes his lust
on Balaclava Height,

chilled at the end by
one unfailing light.

What though his eyes be
dim his forehead damp

beside him stand the--
(laughing)

- No, really, if you
can't take this seriously,

I'm afraid I have better
things to do.

- I'm terribly sorry.

-[Major] I'm awfully sorry.

(laughing)

- Stodgy behavior, whatever
is the matter with the man?

- Gerald, Gerald!

Oh dear.

Oh well I suppose he'll
come back soon.

Ah, Hudson.

- Yes, my Lady.

- Now we want to invite
you and all the staff

to attend the dress
rehearsal tomorrow evening.

- Thank you, my Lady.

- And Hudson?

- Yes, my Lady.

- We need your help.

Now we're expecting
quite a big audience

for the performance, and
we wondered whether you

and all the other servants
would help

to show them to their seats.

- Certainly, my Lady,
the staff and myself

will be happy to assist
in any way we can.

- Oh good.

- Edward will be here
too, my Lady.

- Oh splendid.

Oh and he'll be in Carkey.

Veritable since the performance

is in aid of the Red Cross.

- Being at the convalescent
home, my Lady,

Edward is still in
his blue uniform..

- Poor, wounded soldier.

Nothing could be
more appropriate.

Perhaps Rose could wear
her omnibus uniform--

- I think not, my Lady.

- No, perhaps not.

Well perhaps you, Hudson--

- Yes, my Lady.

- Perhaps you could wear a kilt.

- A kilt, my Lady?

- Oh I think it would
be simply splendid.

Like the Highland regiments,
you know?

- I do not possess
a kilt, my Lady.

- Oh we have one
here, somewhere.

Yes, I think it's a
black watch or something.

- Beg your ladyship's
pardon, I feel perhaps

it might not be entirely
appropriate in butler here.

- Perhaps you're right--

- My Lady.

- Perhaps they wore
kilts in the Crimea.

- So you're not appearing
yourself, Mr. Hudson?

- Mrs. Bridges, no one could
be more anxious than myself

to help the war effort to
raise money for the Red Cross.

But when Scottish soldiers
are fighting

in the passion deal in Ypres,
to ask me to masquerade

as a member of a
Highland regime.

- Quite right, Mr. Hudson.

And it wasn't even
the correct tartan.

(clapping)

- Come along everyone.

This is only a dress rehearsal,

let's pretend it's
the real thing.

Please.

Can we continue?

Thank you, and curtain.

(squeaking)

- The hero of Trafalgar
sinks at last.

Here is the victory
all battles past.

You see, that's a little
pun on the word victory,

because it refers to
the ship and the battle.

- Yes, Duchess.

Go on.

- Beg your pardon?

- Would you go on?

- Oh, oh yes.

Shall I start again at the--

- No, no, no, just go on.

- Oh.

Dying one sight springs
up before his eyes.

- Now, bring the lights
up very slow.

- His lovely Emma,
waving him goodbye.

- No, not light that!

Gradually!

Bring the lights up
very gradually.

(people talking)

No talking please.

- What?

- Will you hold your
pose, Connie, please?

Now let's see if we can get
the curtains right this time.

Now.

(squeaking)

And open again.

(squeaking)

Applause, applause, applause.

(applauding)

And close.

(squeaking)

Open again.

Applause, applause, applause.
(applauding)

And close.

(squeaking)

Yes, well it will be better
when we get the orchestra.

(people talking)

- Mr. Hudson, when
does Ruby come on?

- At the very end, I
believe, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh sort of piece
de resistance?

- Or the coup de gras.

- Thank you Daisy.

- Are you alright, Eddie?

Not too tired?

- Of course not.

There's nothing wrong
with me now.

Alright.

(squeaking)

- He breathes his last
on Balaclava Height,

chilled at the end by
one unfailing light.

What though his eyes be
dimmed, his forehead damp,

beside him stands the
lady of the lamp.

(applauding)

-[Eddie] Do you want
three curtains sir?

- No, no, no on to the finale.

- Mr. Hudson, what's the finale?

- I fancy it is Ruby.

- Oh, oh my Lord.

- Please, please sit,
stay where you are.

- Hello Uncle Richard.

You know Philip.

- Of course, how's it going?

- Awful, we feel
absolute idiots.

- Oh yours didn't look too bad.

- Wait til you see Lady
Prudence as a German soldier.

What are you going to say
in your introduction, sir?

- My what?

- Have you seen the
program, Uncle Richard?

- No.

(laughing)

Tableau in Aid of the Red Cross.

Introduced by Vicomte
Bellamy of Haver--

Oh, no, this is too much.

Where's Prudence?

(squeaking)

- The Rape of Belgium
by the evil Hun

brings to her aid each
gallant British son.

Forgive me, love, I
must a house a call.

I love thee not, loved
I not honor more.

(applauding)

- Just a minute, just a minute.

Belgium, you're not
meant to be smiling.

- Beg your pardon?

- I told you before, you're
supposed to look terrified.

- Oh yes, sir.

- Well then look it!

You're about be raped,
girl, raped!

-[Lady Prudence] Gerald,
you're frightening her!

- I'm trying to frighten her.

Am I frightening you?

- No, sir.

- God Almighty, will nothing
make you look startled

and alarmed?

(bomb exploding)

(screaming)

- Mrs. Bridges!

(screaming)

(crashing)

- Keep calm, everyone,
keep calm.

Make your way towards the
door and down the stair.

The safest part is
in the basement.

(commotion)

(people screaming)

Mrs. Bridges, go after Ruby.

Quickly, quickly.

- Stop that making that
extraordinary noise.

Really the working classes

have no self control whatsoever.

- She was in a cell
for that explosion.

- Oh poor thing.

But Germany should stop her.

Cause it's just the
kind of thing

that could cause a panic.

(screaming)

(bomb exploding)

(Ruby screaming)

-[Mr. Hudson] Control
yourself, girl.

Control yourself.

- Hello, are you alright?

- Yes, are you?

- Frightened out of my
wits, otherwise alright.

- I think we better
go downstairs.

(guns firing)

-[Man] Is there anyone in here?

- Someone's hurt?

Hudson?

One of the young ladies,
Miss Georgina.

Come, the broken glass, I fancy.

- Do we have a first aid kit?

- Downstairs.

- Here, I've got--

- Now you'll be alright,
my dear.

(guns firing)

- Careful, careful.

(guns firing)

- We're going into the
bowels of the Earth.

Oh you--

- Excuse me, Your Grace,
I think you'll find it

more comfortable in
the servants' ward?

- Oh thank you, steward.

- Are there bloody
oil lamps anywhere?

- Oh I know where they
are, I'll get some.

- There you are, Connie,
Prudence, now come along,

we can sit round the table.

What shall we play?

Poker?

- Do you suppose
we're safe here?

- They say the basement's
the best place.

- We should all end up by living
in the servant's quarters.

(guns firing)

- I didn't hear any
airplanes, did you, Richard?

- I suppose it was
a zeppelin raid.

- Then why was there
no air raid warning?

I think there should be a
question asked in the house.

-[Radio] Air raid
warning, air raid warning.

(laughing)

- Well now we know.

- I'll do it, Eddie.

Eddie.

Let's go in there
under the stairs.

- I'm alright, Daisy.

- But I'm frightened of the
bombs, please let's go in there,

we'll be alright in there.

- They're not bombs,
Daisy, they're guns.

- Whatever they are,
I'm frightened of them.

Put your arm around me
and then I'll be alright.

- Mrs. Bridges, Ruby alright?

(Ruby screaming)

It's alright, Ruby,
it's alright.

They're guns and they're
on the outside, come on.

(Ruby screaming)

- That's enough of that.

Put some kettles on and
help me make the tea.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

(laughing)

- There I think you'll
find that's alright.

It's not a very deep cut
and it stopped bleeding.

- I do hope it won't
leave a scar.

No tiresome for evening dress.

Oh thank you so much.

- Really, Prudence, with
those devils raining bombs

down on us, it's too
bad you just sit there

wearing their uniform.

- Well I can't very
well take it off.

- Well at least take
the helmet off.

- I expect she thought it
might give us some protection.

- Exactly.

Oh well, if you insist.

(bomb exploding)

(screaming)

(laughing)

- I'm not nearly as frightened
as I thought I would be,

such a relief.

I've never been this
close to a raid before

and one always wonders how
one will behave under fire.

(laughing)

(guns firing)

- I will leave you in
charge, Mrs. Bridges.

Under his Lordship's
Command, of course.

- You're never going
out in this.

- I'll probably not be able
to reach my own headquarters,

but it is my duty to report
to the nearest precinct.

- No, no, Mr. Hudson, don't
go outside, it isn't safe.

- I am accustomed to being
out in raids, Mrs. Bridges,

I shall be perfectly alright.

Now don't allow any of
the guests to leave

before the all-clear.

(guns firing)

- Aren't you going
to have a cup?

- I'll have mine later, sir.

- You'll have one now, sit
here and keep me company.

Are you frightened?

- No, I'm not.

Perhaps I should
be, but I'm not.

- I sensed you were a heroine.

- I've been through
quite a lot of raids

on my omnibus.

I reckon either you're
gonna get it or you're not.

- You're very brave.

And very pretty.

- I'm not.

- Has no one ever told
you you're pretty?

I'm sure there's some
gallant soldier

looking forward to coming home
to you when the war's over.

- I was engaged to be married
sir, but he was killed.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's quite alright sir,

I'm getting used to it.

Perhaps that's the worst of it.

- You must have hated
our charade.

- No, I thought it
was beautiful.

- Not very real.

- But I think--

- What?

- Well it's tough
to put into words,

but I think sometimes
it does people good

to see something that
ain't too real.

- Does it?

Perhaps it does.

Now, I best go and see if
anyone wants another cup.

(guns firing)

(shuddering)

(guns firing)

- Are those guns or bombs?

- Guns mostly.

They say most of the casualties
are caused by our shrapnel

than by their bombs.

- Perhaps we should
just let them come

- They're killed on
assignment too.

Might as well be killed
here, in comfort.

I'm only joking.

- Are you?

(guns firing)

I hate it down here.

Shall we go upstairs?

- Yes, lets.

It might be a bit dangerous.

- What does that matter?

Let's go and see
what's going on.

(guns firing)

- I must say, I'd much
rather be up on the parapet

than down in the dugout.

I suppose you'll be hearing
this in France next week.

- But you've been wounded
once and gased once,

you shouldn't have to go back.

- I will, they've only
got so many cards to play.

And they have to keep
on playing them

even if they are
a bit dog-eared.

(air raid siren)

(bomb exploding)

That was a bomb!

I wonder where it fell.

- Piccadilly?

- Trouble is, every
time you think,

"Oh well, I'm still
alive this time,"

each time you're thinking, it
gets harder to go back again.

- You know what I think's worst?

I have the feeling that
all our friends

who have been killed are
only dead for the duration.

And then after the war,
they'll all come back again.

They won't.

(guns firing)

- My God, look!

- It's a zeppelin!

I've never seen one before!

Shall we fetch the others?

- No, let's enjoy ourselves.

(guns firing)

It's been hit!

- Marvelous!

(guns firing)
(bells ringing)

There are men in there?

- Yes.

- They did come to drop bombs.

-[Philip] Yes.

-[Georgina] Still, I...

(bells ringing)

- Frizzled to death,
poor devils.

-[Man] All clear, all
clear, all clear.

- Well we're still
alive this time.

Let's go and dance in
the street to prove it.

- Yes, let's.

(people talking)

- Don't suppose there's
any chance of attack, sir?

- You should've brought
your bicycle, Duchess.

-[Gerald] Mind where you walk.

- There's much too much
broken glass about.

- We better come and collect
our clothes tomorrow,

if there's anything
left of them.

Oh Prudence, you simply cannot
walk through the streets

like that, every one will
think there's been an invasion.

- Here, Prudence,
take my overcoat.

- Thank you, Richard.

- Goodbye, sir.

-[Prudence] I'm sorry
about the house, Richard.

-[Richard] That's
alright my dear,

I'm sure we can patch it up.

The important thing is that
no one was seriously hurt.

- Goodnight, Lord Bellamy.

- Goodnight, Mr. Maitland.

(door slamming)

- I feel really ashamed
of myself, Daisy.

- Whatever for?

Well.

- It was hearing those guns
again, took me right back.

- Well I'm glad.

- Glad?

- Everything that
happened to you out there,

well I couldn't share it, but
this, we was in this together.

- Daisy, you're the best
little wife a man ever had.

(laughing)

- It was just as well
Mr. Hudson didn't see us

all cuddled up in there.

- Oh, Mr. Hudson, what
does he know about it?

He's not even in the Army.

- Ruby, stack up all them
cups, I want them all

washed up before we go to bed.

Mr. Hudson should be back soon.

Oh I think I hear him now.

Oh, Mr. Hudson I am
pleased to see you.

- The light's still
off, Mr. Hudson.

Is there very much damage?

- Another bomb fell
at Hyde Park corner.

Quite a number of people
were killed and injured.

- Oh dear.

- They left the shelter
before the all-clear.

That was just when
the bomb fell.

- I expect them devils
did it on purpose.

Anyway, you sit down,
Ruby and I will get you

a nice cup of tea.

Daisy, give Ruby a hand
with them cups.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- I'll give you a hand, love.

- Oh that's better.

Mr. Hudson, Mr. Hudson.

Are you alright?

Eddie.

- Mr. Hudson, Mr. Hudson.

Hey look, he's been
covered in blood.

He's been hit, Daisy.

Quick, go and tell his Lordship.

- I've laid breakfast
in the study.

Ms. Georgina isn't stirring
but the Master's up.

Oh, the Master said
he's gonna find out

which hospital it is.

- Don't worry, Mrs.
Bridges, he'd come round

before they took him away.

-[Ruby] Mrs. Bridges!

- Whatever it is now?

- Mr. Hudson!

- Glad to see you, Mr. Hudson!

- Thank you, Edward.

- I can't believe it!

Why aren't you in hospital?

- There was no need
for that, Mrs. Bridges.

Besides, all the
beds were needed

for the more serious casualties.

- Let me help you
with your coat.

- Thank you, Edward.

- Oh, your poor arm.

- Oh there's nothing wrong
with my arm, Mrs. Bridges.

They just said I should
wear a sling for a week

or 10 days to make sure the
bleeding didn't start up again.

- Where exactly was you
hurt, Mr. Hudson?

- It was a graze from
a piece of shrapnel,

along my ribs just
below my shoulder blade.

I thought I felt a blow
there when I was helping

to get a woman out
of the rubble.

- I think it was a real trunk
to go on the way you did

after you've been hurt.

- I just did my duty, Edward,
as you have done yours.

- Well, hell, would you
like some breakfast?

- No, no, thank you, I
had something at hospital.

What are you giving us for our
dinner today, Mrs. Bridges?

Win the War pie?

- No, I'm going to ask
Rose to slip round

to her driver and get
one of his rabbits.

We'll have rabbit stew
for our dinner.

That'll set you up.

(laughing)

Down there, Daisy,
then come over here

when you're finished
in that area.

- Hudson, Rose told
me you were back.

I'm delighted to see you.

- Thank you, my Lord.

- Shouldn't you be in bed?

- No, no, my Lord,
no need for that.

They said at the hospital
that I had lost

rather a lot of blood, that
was why I was overcome.

- Well you must take
things easily.

- I should feel a great
deal better, my Lord,

if we can get the house
looking more habitable

before the mistress sees it.

- Quite sure, Mrs. Bellamy
won't worry too much

about the condition of the house

when she knows that
we are all safe.

Well, if you really
feel fit for it,

perhaps we can go upstairs
and look at the damage

so we can decide what's
best to be done.

- Certainly, my Lord.

(knocking)

- I'll get it, Mr. Hudson.

Mr. Hudson!

It's a telegram, for mistress.

(envelope ripping)

- James.

- Regret to inform you,

Major General J.H.
Bellamy, M.C.,

missing, believed killed.

(stately orchestral music)