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[soft bright string music]

[dog barks]

- What's the time?

- It just struck 12.

- You're late.

- Am I?

- You'll get into trouble, Lil.

- I'm sorry to wake you up.

- Where have you been?

- Nowhere much.

Just sitting on a seat
in Kensington Gardens.

- All on your own?

- No.

- Who with, come on?

- A friend.

- A boy, was it?

- I'll be ever so quick
undressing, and washing my face.

- How long have you
been going out with him?

Some people have all the luck.

Having someone to meet
on your evenings off.

Oh well, come on, get
into bed, then you can

lie there all warm, and think
about that boy, hey, Lily?

- I'll go and fetch the
dining room silver down then

and carry on cleaning it.

- Very well, Edward.

Oh, Frederick, I beg your
pardon, Frederick, yes.

- That's alright, Mr Hudson.

- Ah, a perfect spring day.

Makes a man feel privileged
to be alive?

- Eh?!

- You'll understand
when you're older.

- Well, this won't do, I was
going to see to the laundry,

the van'll be here soon.

- That's right, mustn't
keep the laundryman waiting,

I never did.

- Oh, you never did nothing
wrong, did you, Rose?

- Not much.

- Always a perfect
head housemaid,

weren't you, Rose?

Unlike some of them
you get nowadays.

- That's enough of your lip.

- Now, now, now.

I'll have you know that
Rose is now a lady's maid.

I'd never have dared
talk to Miss Roberts

like that in her day.

Isn't that right, Mr Hudson?

- You're quite right,
Mrs Bridges.

Have you polished the
motorcar, Edward?

- Yes, before I came
over for breakfast.

- Then you better bring it
round to the front door.

- There's no one to
pick up yet, Mr Hudson.

I've got to go and
meet Miss Georgina

off the boat train at Waterloo.

- I thought you was
driving our ladyship

and his lordship out to Wembley?

- That's after lunch.

- Ah.

- Is Miss Georgina's room
nearly ready, Daisy, then?

- If Lily's done what she's
supposed to have done.

Have you, Lily?

- Yes, Daisy, I've made the
bed, dusted and cleaned,

and I put some fresh flowers in.

- Hmm, that's all right
then, isn't it?

- Well, I'll be glad when
that boat's safely in port.

- Oh, the Olympic is
a fine vessel, Rose,

and she'll already be
in Southampton water,

has been since 7 A.M.
this morning.

I've the shipping news
here in the Daily Mirror.

She berths at 9 o'clock.

- Oh, be nice to see
Miss Georgina again.

Wonder if she'll have changed?

She might be talking
with an American accent,

through her nose.

- I sincerely hope not, Rose.

- Oh, perhaps they'll take her

to the Wembley Exhibition
with them,

see the King and Queen,
all the Royal Family.

Make her feel that she's really
back in good old England.

- Perhaps they will, Rose.

- Mr Hudson, is it true
that the King's actually

going to broadcast
on the wireless?

- According to the
newspaper, yes.

- Oh! Be funny hearing
the King speak.

Wonder what he'll sound like.

- I brought you another
cup of tea, Mr Hudson.

- Oh, thank you, Lily.

- When we docked this
morning at Southampton

there were thousands
of people on the quay

cheering and screaming
because Douglas Fairbanks

and Mary Pickford were on board.

I thought we'd never
get down the gangway.

- Did you see them close to?

- Oh, yes.

They walked round the
promenade deck every morning,

however rough it was.

Alvin Baxter was actually
introduced to them

in the dining saloon by
someone he knew who knew them.

- Alvin Baxter?

- An American I got
to know on the boat.

- Well, you seem to have
enjoyed the sea voyage.

How did you find New York?

- Oh, it's thrilling.

I wish you could see
Elizabeth's apartment.

It's on the fourteenth floor
overlooking the Hudson River.

She's longing for James to
go over and stay with them.

I've got all sorts of
messages for him.

He is a bore to go off
to France like that.

- He's touring the battlefields,

wanted to visit the graves
of some of his friends.

- Yes, I suppose I can
understand that.

How are the children?
I'm longing to see them.

- They're at the sea for Easter.

- William's loving Somerfield's.

His form master is a Mr
Ingeford, Swedish origin,

known to the boys as ink pot.

- Yes.

- He gave William quite
a good report last term.

- Oh, good.

- And Alice is at day
school now, Miss Thorn's.

- Luncheon is served, Milady.

- Thank you, Hudson.

Come along, darling,
you must be ravenous

after all that sea air.

- I expect Virginia
told you we're due

at the opening of the Wembley
Exhibition this afternoon.

Sorry to desert you just
as you get home.

- Yes, it's a pity you
can't come with us

but it's an official invitation.

- Oh, I'll go some time, I
must unpack this afternoon.

- Where's Lily? Have
you seen her?

- Not since breakfast.

- Well, she's supposed
to be upstairs

helping me do the beds
and she's not.

I've whistled for her
twice, nobody answered,

so I've had to come
all the way down.

I dunno where she is,
you dunno where she is,

nobody knows where she is.

- I didn't say I didn't
know where she is, Daisy,

I said I hadn't seen her.

- Well, where is she then?

- Mr Hudson said
she could go out

and buy her mother
a birthday card.

- Oh! Oh, he did, did he?

And what am I supposed
to do about my beds?

[she sighs]

- Mr Hudson, I've got
to talk to you.

- Knock before you come
into my pantry, Daisy.

- I forgot.

- What do you want?

- I wish to know the
whereabouts of Lily.

- She's out.

- Where?

- She's posting a letter for me.

- Oh, that's not what Ruby says.

- Never you mind what Ruby says.

- Now look, Mr Hudson,
Lily's supposed to be

my under housemaid.

There's work to be done
and she's never here

when I want her these days.

- I am in charge of the
staff, Daisy, not you.

- I know that, Mr Hudson, but
that does not explain to me

why Ruby tells me one thing
and you tell me something else.

It's past twelve, there are
beds to be made upstairs

and Lily's been allowed
to go out shopping.

Does she get special favors
or something in this house?

That's what I'd like to know.

- Hold your tongue, Daisy,
and get out of my pantry!

- With pleasure.

I just hope those beds get
made some time this morning,

Mr Hudson, because I am
not making them by myself.

Butler's pet, that's
what she is.

- What did you say, Daisy?

- Nothing.

- Yes, you did. You
said something.

- Well, I'm looking for
Lily if you want to know.

- What for?

- Well, she's supposed
to be upstairs helping me

with a bed and she's
not because Mr Hudson's

let her go out shopping, hmph.

She does what she likes,
it seems to me,

in this house these days,
or what Mr Hudson likes.

- Don't you dare speak
like that, Daisy!

You're not to say such things.

- Well, you ask Mr Hudson
where she is,

out posting a letter for him

or shopping for her mother's
birthday, you ask him.

- I'll do no such thing!

And you get upstairs, my girl,

and get on with your housework.

Enough of that lip.

- Blinking butler's pet!

- 'Ere, what's all
this grumbling?

- Nothing.

- Didn't sound like nothing.

Lily in the servants' hall?

- No, she is not.

- Where is she then? Want her
to help me with this mending.

- Better ask Mr Hudson,
I should think.

- Why Mr Hudson?

- As I say, ask him.

- May I come in?

- Yes, of course, darling.

You can tell me whether to
wear my pearls or these beads.

Rose ordains the beads.

- Ooh, I didn't ordain
the beads, Milady.

Just a suggestion, I
thought they'd go better.

- What do you think, Georgina?

We're dining with the
Fitzallon-Hards

and there's going to
be a bishop there.

- Ooh, well, should you wear
jewelry at all, for a bishop?

- Ooh, I'm not sure. He's
a Roman Catholic bishop.

- Then wear the beads,
like a rosary.

- Oh, good idea, Miss Georgina.

- Yes, I suppose beads
aren't quite as

voluptuous as pearls.

- That's right, Milady,
more in keeping

with dining with a clergyman.

- All right then, the beads.

What did you think of Wembley?

- Marvelous.

- Your gloves and
your bag, Milady.

- Thank you, Rose.

Did you go on all
the amusements?

- Mm, sure thing, baby.

Angela Barkley was terrified
on the scenic railway,

so Harry had to hold
her on like mad

in case she jumped off.

Poor Harry, with only
one arm to hold her with.

Oh, by the way, they're engaged.

- Oh, are they? Good.

- Virginia?

- Mm-hmm?

- I'm not sure whether I
ought to mention something

but it just seemed a bit odd.

- What did?

- Well, we were in one
of the African pavilions,

the one where the natives
from the Gold Coast

were weaving mats.

And I suddenly saw Hudson,
just caught a glimpse of him

over the heads of the
crowd, watching the display.

- Really?

Well, it was his afternoon off.

- Yes, I know it was.
But he had Lily with him.

- Lily? What, our Lily?

- Yes.

- You quite sure?

- Oh, absolutely certain.

He didn't see me, of course.

- Oh, well I, I suppose
he wanted to show her

the exhibition, improve her
mind, you know what he's like.

He's a kind man, fatherly,
rather like a schoolmaster,

I always think.

- Oh, yes, I know he is.

But he was holding her hand.

- Hudson?

- Yes.

And Lily's such a quiet
respectable girl,

and it's not as though
she's the flirty sort

or anything, is she?

- Not that I know of.

- Perhaps I shouldn't
have said anything.

- No, I think it's just
as well you did.

I shall have to try and
find out very tactfully

if there's anything unsuitable
going on downstairs.

I think you and I ought
to keep this to ourselves,

don't you?

Don't say anything to
anyone for the time being,

not even Richard.

I don't want to start
a fuss about nothing,

if it is nothing.

- No, we don't.

- It's just not like Hudson.

- It's not, is it?

- I was just putting
away your pearls, Milady.

- Thank you, Rose.

- I thought you was gonna
wear your beads.

- Yes, I'm afraid I
changed my mind in the end.

I do so love my pearls.

- Yes, well you managed
to break the clasp.

- I know I did. Are
you very cross with me?

- Ah, they'll just have to
be took to the jewelers.

Still, you brought
your gloves home,

didn't leave them in the taxi.

- Yes, I know, I did for once.

- Oh, I think I'll take
these downstairs,

give them a bit of a clean.

- Thank you, Rose.

Rose?

- Mm-hmm.

- You're the one who
knows the most

about the others downstairs.

- Yes, Milady?

- I've noticed lately
that Lily seems

a little quiet and
subdued, is she all right?

- As far as I know.

- You don't get the impression
that she's

unsettled or worried
about anything?

- Not to my knowledge.

- Don't say anything
to her, of course.

I don't want to worry her
if there's nothing wrong.

- No, Milady.

- Do you happen to know,
by any chance,

if she's got a young man?

Someone she meets
on her days off.

- Oh, I couldn't say, Milady.

♪ California, here I come

♪ Right back where...

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Who?

Oh, yes, Frederick,
put him through.

Hello, Alvin.

Fancy you telephoning.

Where are you staying?

I see.

[she laughs]

Oh, I missed you when we docked.

Well, there was such
a crowd on deck.

Did you?

- Where on earth have
I put Mrs Gilby's

letter to the committee?

- Say goodbye to me, oh
how sweet of you, Alvin.

Oh, I'd love to see you.

Mm, eight o'clock, yes.

Oh, I shall look forward
to that Alvin.

Goodbye, Alvin.

- I'll kill that woman,
I will, I'll kill her.

- I never thought I'd
hear from him again.

- If she thinks she can
force Mrs Croft to resign

just because she, who darling?

- Oh, Alvin D. Baxter,
my conquest on the boat.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- Oh, isn't it exciting? He
said he'd look me up in London

and I didn't think he
would. He's so nice.

- How old is he?

- 40-ish.

- Married?

- Divorced, she drank.

- Oh.

- He sent flowers to
my cabin every day,

and on the last night,

when it was so lovely and
calm and there was a moon,

we sat up until two on deck.

Oh, he's so kind and rich.

- How do you know he's rich?

- Americans always are.

- Yes, Mrs Gilby's
American and rich,

but she's not kind at
all, she's a pig-headed,

social climbing monster and
I wish to murder the woman.

- Oh, Alvin simply made
my voyage home.

- No, I mustn't, thou
shalt not kill.

Oh, darling, do you want
to come shopping with me?

I've got to take my pearl
necklace to Bond Street

to be mended and then I'm going
on to my committee meeting.

- Mm, yes, all right.

Then I can look for
something to wear

for Alvin on Saturday night.

- Oh, good. Yes, oh, by the way.

Apropos of what you saw
at Wembley the other day.

I sided out Rose about Lily,

and either she doesn't
know anything

or she's covering
up for the girl.

- Oh, I'll bet Rose does know.

Rose knows everything that
goes on in this house.

[knock at door]

- Who is it?

- All right to come in, Lily?

- Yes, all right.

- I just wanted to have a
word with you privately.

- Oh?

- Oh, I didn't want to
disturb your bath.

- That's all right, I've
just had it, thanks, Rose.

- Water warm enough?

- Yes.

- It's just that, well,
our ladyship was asking me

this morning, private like,

if I thought you
had a young man.

And I said yes, I did
think there was somebody

interested in you but I
didn't know who it was.

Now, am I right?

Who is it, Lily? Who are you
seeing on your afternoons off?

I won't tell, but I know
there's somebody.

- I'd rather not say, Rose.

- It's Mr Hudson, ain't it?

Is it?

It's best to be truthful.

- But if her ladyship knew I'd
get given notice, wouldn't I?

- He would, more like.

- Mr Hudson?

- You've done nothing
wrong, Lily.

If anyone has, he has.

- Oh, no, Rose! He's
never done nothing wrong.

He's always been ever
so kind and good to me,

telling me things I
don't know about.

Ever such interesting things,

like about, well,
foreign countries

and science and that.

Do you know, one night
off a week or two ago,

we met in Kensington
Gardens and he took me to

a real concert at
the Albert Hall.

We sat right high up,
almost in the roof,

and we could see all the
orchestra down below,

like little insects.

They played beautiful
music, all sad and lovely.

It's just that...

- Just that what, Lily?

- It's nothing.

- What happens after these
concerts and museums and that?

- Well, it's when we go
and have our tea after

in some little teashop
or on the top of the bus

on the way home or when
we sit in the park

when it's all quiet and dark.

He starts talking all serious
about love and happiness

and people being joined
together in God.

Of course, he always
stops himself after a time

and brings me home.

Of course, we always separate
at the corner of Chesham Place

and I go down the
area steps first.

I think he waits a bit in
the street and then comes in.

- Oh, I bet he does.

- He says it's best if
we don't come in together

and I don't say nothing
to the others

about when he takes
me out with him.

- So I should hope.

- You won't say anything,
will you, Rose?

- I've promised, haven't I?

- Is her ladyship upstairs
in her room, Rose?

I asked you a question, Rose.

Are you going to have the
courtesy to answer me?

Rose!

- I can only suppose that she
feels very strongly about it.

You know what Rose is like.

- It was insubordinate
and quite uncalled for.

- But you can't altogether
blame her now, can you?

- What am I to do, Kate?

- You must do what you
feel is right, Angus.

I can't advise you.

I can't tell you how
to live your life.

Never could.

- I can hardly expect
you to understand.

- I mean, anyone can see that
she's a nice enough girl.

Modest and clean and decent.

And if you've decided that
you've fallen in love with her

then it's nobody's else's
business but yours and hers.

But have you thought about
your position in this house?

I mean, it's not exactly usual.

Butlers in good houses
don't go out

on their days off with
young housemaids.

It's going against all you've
stood for over the years,

all what's proper
and respectable.

- There is nothing that
is not respectable

in my situation, Mrs
Bridges, and nothing unusual,

other than Lily's extreme youth.

- But that's what I mean!

If it were a woman more
your own age...

- I think it is her youth
that inspires me

more than anything else.

For me, Lily represents all
that is fresh and innocent.

She has a spiritual
and physical purity

that arouses my deepest
feelings.

She breathes new life
into my soul.

She makes me feel that
my future is worthwhile.

Through her I can see a life
filled with color and hope.

It is to reach that goal,

that state of supreme,
God-given happiness,

before it's too late,
before the years pass me by,

that I am ready to accept
with good grace

whatever the consequences
may be.

I'm going up now to
see her ladyship

while she's alone.

- Yes, Angus. Yes, I
think you should do that.

- I beg your pardon, Milady.

- What is it, Hudson?

- If I might speak to
you privately, Milady.

- Yes, yes, of course.

- I feel it my duty,
Milady, in all honesty,

to inform you that I have become

extremely attached in
a personal way to Lily,

the under housemaid.

Indeed, I have to confess that
I have, over recent weeks,

developed very deep
feelings towards the girl,

young though she may be.

I have been attempting to
instruct her in many things,

open her eyes to the
world outside,

teach her to better
herself and so forth

with a view to eventual
marriage.

- Are, are you telling me
that you wish to marry Lily?

- I have come to respect, love
and cherish the young person,

Milady.

And I trust your ladyship
will not doubt my sincerity

when I declare that I
am unable to contemplate

life in the future without
her at my side.

- Yes, but Hudson, Lily
is only just 22.

- She has admitted to a certain
fondness for me, Milady.

And we have been sharing our
time off for some little while.

Visiting museums together,
picture galleries,

places of historic interest,

delighting in each
other's company.

- Yes, but, are you
quite sure that,

that Lily's feelings
for you are, well,

are not simply those
of a young girl

who is flattered by the
attentions of an older man?

Possibly seeing you
more as a father

or kindly uncle than as a
man she might wish to marry.

- She has brought a new
meaning to my life, Milady.

Her richness and the
feeling of hope.

- But how does Lily herself
respond to all this?

Has she told you that
she's in love with you?

- She has indicated
her gratitude to me

for my attentions, her...

As I say, my lady, her
fondness, she...

She, she allows me to
express my affection for her

without, of course,
in any way...

- Yes, I see.

- You'll never guess who was
dining at the house tonight

with Mersey, those Du
Mauriacs we met in Geneva.

They're friends of
the Talbots...

- Richard, Hudson and I were
just having a private talk.

Sit down for a moment,
would you?

- Well?

- I think it's disgusting.

- Well, how'd you
know it's true?

- Oh, it's true all right,

the way Rose shut up
when I asked her.

She knows cos Lil's
told her, see.

- Well, a man can't help
falling in love.

- At his age?

- Well, she's a nice
looking girl is Lily.

- Hmm, so I've noticed.

- What have you noticed?

- Hmm?

- I said what have you noticed?

- Oh, you, looking at her and
her flouncing about in here.

- Oh, go on, Lily doesn't
flounce about,

she's not like that.

- Oh yes she is, it
wouldn't surprise me

if she'd led him on in the
first place, encouraged him.

- Oh, leave off, Daisy.

Lily wouldn't do a
thing like that.

- Dunno so much.

- Oh, come on, let's go over
the Muse, it's getting late.

- Suit yourself.

- Ain't you coming then?

- Mm, when I choose to.

- You know what's the
matter with you, don't you?

- No, what?

- You're jealous of Lily.
Oh, yes you are.

You'd like to be the
butler's pet yourself,

but you're not, you're the
chauffeur's little bit of fluff,

that's all you are, my girl.

- Not tonight I'm not, thank
you very much, Edward Barnes.

- All right, suit yourself.

- Wotcha, Fred?

- You still here, Daisy?

- Mm. Eddie's gone
over the muse.

I was just having a
nice hot drop of cocoa.

Do you want a mug?

- No, thanks. I'm
going to bed soon.

- Mr Hudson locked up?

- I've locked up.

He's up with her ladyship
in the morning room.

- Poor Mr Hudson, he must
be tired out and upset.

- Oh yeah?

- I mean, what that Lil's
putting him through.

Who does she think she is? Hmph.

Bloody sauce.

- Eh?

- Getting her claws
into poor Mr Hudson.

- Can't see that Lily's got
much to blame herself for,

she's in service here
and he's the butler.

Got to do what she's told.

- It's not the way I look at it.

- I see.

[she sighs]

- So, what do you propose
to do about it?

- In the circumstances
it would of course

be quite unsuitable
for me to continue

in service as butler
here, Milord.

So, I must ask you to
accept one month's notice,

if that will be convenient.

- It's hardly convenient,
Hudson.

- No, Milord.

If there's nothing
further, my lady?

- No. Thank you, Hudson.

- It's beyond belief,
it really is.

That a man of his character
should be willing to abdicate,

that's the only word for it,

to abdicate entirely
his authority

and position in this house,

to throw up entirely
all that he's achieved

and built up over the
years for the sake of

an ignorant, half-educated,
chit of a girl.

Less than half his age!

- It's not entirely
unknown, Richard.

Perhaps he's reaching out,

as men sometimes do
at his time of life,

to grasp at something
he's always dreamed of

but never achieved.

- What?

- Well, I don't know, an ideal
vision of love and marriage,

before it's too late.

- We'll never find another
butler like Hudson.

- Nobody's indispensable,
you're the one

who's always said that.

Frederick can perfectly
well announce dinner,

clean the silver and open
the door to visitors,

it's not the end of
the world, Richard.

- But it'll never be the
same, Virginia. Never.

Damn the man.

- I say, Lily?

- Yes?

- You know the t'other
night when you come in late

on your day off?

- What?

- Had you been out with him?

- Who?

- You know who. We all know,
so you might as well admit it.

- I don't want to talk
about it, Ruby.

- What does he say to you, Lil?

All romantic things and that?

Do you know it's funny
but I can't imagine

Mr Hudson saying romantic
things to a girl.

- I don't want to talk
about it, Ruby.

- Oh. Suit yourself.

[stair creaks]

[knock at door]

- Who is it?

- It's me, Lily.

Is it all right to
come in, please?

- What is it, Lily?

- May I come in, please?

Only, you said it was all
right to come to the pantry

and talk to you if
I was ever worried.

- Very well, come in, Lily.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to disturb you.

- Oh, it's quite all right.

I was just writing to
a relative in Scotland.

Well, what is it, Lily?

- They all know about
us, don't they?

Everyone in this house, I mean.

- About us?

- About you and me going
out and that together.

- It would seem so, yes.

- What are they saying, Mr
Hudson? What do they think?

- What they say and
what they think

should not concern you, my dear.

The important thing
is that our feelings

for one another are
now generally known.

Our friendship is out
in the open at last.

There is no further need for
small untruths and deceptions.

- I see.

- And no cause to meet
secretly any more.

The family know the situation
and so do the staff.

And it's as well they should,

we've nothing shameful to hide.

- I see.

Well, that's all right then.

- You must not worry, Lily.

Put your trust in me.

- Yes, Mr Hudson.

- Now you must go
back to your room

before someone hears you.

And try not to be anxious.

- No, Mr Hudson. Sorry.

- Run along then, dear.

- All right, I will.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Lily.

- Thank you, Hudson.

- Thank you, Hudson.

- Coffee, Milord?

- Yes.

Thank you.

- Breakfast at the
usual time, Milady?

- Yes, oh, what about
you, Georgina?

- Oh, I'll come down
whatever time you say.

- Nine o'clock then, Hudson.

- Very good, my lady.

- Goodnight, Hudson.

- Goodnight, Milady. Lord. Miss.

- That man'd make a
damn good diplomat.

Even better card player.

You'd never guess there was
anything unusual going on.

- Poor creature. What
are we to do?

- Can he really be in love? A
confirmed bachelor like him?

- I don't know what else
you can call it,

infatuation, I don't know.

- Well, what's going
to happen anyway?

- Happen? Well, Hudson
has promised to reconsider

his position very carefully,
speak to us again tomorrow.

Until then I think
he should be given

the benefit of the doubt
and allowed to

carry on with his duties.

- He must be going through
the most awful agony.

- What sort of agony?

- Agonies of doubt on
whether he's deeply in love

or just making a
fool of himself.

Either way, I feel
very sorry for him.

- Well, let's hope to God
the man makes up his mind

before too long.

- He must be proper gone on
you to give his notice in.

I mean, he's got
a good job here.

- I know he has.

- Why can't you pluck
up the nerve

to tell him you don't
want to marry him?

- Wouldn't make any difference,
Frederick.

Told him I'm not sure about
marrying or anything like that.

He keeps saying he'll
love me forever and ever

no matter what happens.

If only he Wouldn't say
that. It frightens me.

[banging on the stairs]

Ssh, someone's coming.

- It's only Ruby going upstairs.

- If only he could find
another person to love,

some nice woman.

I mean, I like him, he's
kind and nice to go out with,

he's always been extra nice
to me ever since I came here.

It's just that I can't
bring myself to tell him

I just don't fancy him.

I couldn't stand to
hurt him that much.

I don't know what to do.

- You have to make up
your mind soon, Lily.

Can't go on dangling
him on a string

or else one morning
you'll wake up

and find yourself at the altar.

- He wants to go to my home
and see my mother, but...

- But what?

- That wouldn't make
any difference neither.

- Well, why?

- He doesn't know but
since my dad died

my mum's been a bit funny.

Doesn't say much now.

Kind of, kind of simple,
my mum is.

She wouldn't understand.

- Rotten, eh?

- I don't want him going there

but he wants to go Sunday
and take me with him.

- You'll have to say
something soon then.

- I know.

- Get me out a plain
scarf, will you, Rose?

My brown one will do.

I look too feminine.

- Too feminine, Milady?

- Yes. If I'm to do
battle with our Mrs Gilby

at the Naval Education
Fund Committee today

I want to look severe,
aggressive and formidable.

- Oh, I see.

- Ready to fire broadsides
into her stupid resolutions

and sink them with all hands.

- Do I take it that
you're not over-enamored

of this Mrs Gilby?

- Oh, she's all right,
I suppose.

She was a Wanamaker
from Detroit, you know.

All those chain stores.

Married Admiral Gilby
soon after the war.

Well, she has given
us a lot of money.

If only she wouldn't
try to take charge.

Oh, yes. Oh, Rose,
that's much better.

Yes, now I look like the
superintendent of a woman's
prison

or a suffragette.

[they laugh]

- Can I come in?

- Yes, of course.

- Eh, Hudson's just
been up to see me.

- Oh, beg pardon, Milady.

- Rose, you might
as well hear this.

- What did Hudson have to say?

- He says he's going to
Banbury to see Lily's mother,

taking Lily with him.

- What for?

- To ask Mrs Hawkins for
her consent to the marriage.

- Oh, God, he means it.

- Oh, yes, he means it.

He says he's given the
matter careful thought

and intends, with our
permission, to go with Lily

to her home on Sunday.

I just thought you'd
like to know.

- I'd just like to say how
sorry I am this has happened,

Milady, and to extend
to you and his lordship

my deepest sympathy.

- Oh, you mustn't worry on our
account, Rose, we'll survive.

- Well, it's not right.

- Oh dear, I must go
down in a moment and see

Mrs Bridges about the meals.
Must keep the wheels turning.

- Yes, Milady.

- If you're going down, Rose,

would you ask Edward to have
the car ready for 11 o'clock?

- Very good, Milady.

- Oh, that silly man.

- It's downright wicked, Rose.

I'm surprised at you
keeping it up so long.

- I'm still not talking
to no one who can

treat a young girl like that,
forcing her against her will.

- It's not for you to
judge Mr Hudson, Rose.

His affairs is no
concern of yours.

- He knows what I think of him.

- I should think he does.

The way you've treated
him the last three days,

never answering him when
he speaks to you.

It's insubordinate for
one thing and hurtful.

You've upset Mr Hudson very bad.

- Upset Mr Hudson?! Poo!

What's he done but upset
the whole blooming house?

[bell rings]

- Morning room bell,
Mrs Bridges.

Be her ladyship to
order 't meal.

- I know, Ruby, I'm not deaf.

We're all upset downstairs,
Milady.

- Yes, I'm sure you are.

- I can't understand it.

You see, Milady, some years ago,

in her late ladyship's time,

I was in a bit of trouble
with the police.

- Yes, I did hear.

- Well, Hudson helped me.

He stood by me, he spoke
up for me in the court.

And he gave me to
understand that

if he should ever
think of marrying,

you know like one day Milady,

that it would be
that he would ask

to be the partner of his life.

And I told him that
I would like,

hold myself in reservation
for him.

Now, I don't know what's
come over him Milady.

I really don't.

- I know, Mrs Bridges,
it's very worrying.

Perhaps you'd like to
go downstairs for a bit

and come up later on when
I get back, would you?

- Very good, Milady.

I'll come up teatime.

- Oh, Hudson, Hudson, Hudson,

what are you doing to us all?

- Oh, good evening, Frederick.

- Good evening, Miss Georgina.

Will you be requiring
a taxi, miss?

- Oh, no thank you,
Frederick, I'm being fetched.

Just as well I am,

I'd have to walk to the
Waldorf otherwise,

I'm flat broke.

I don't suppose that makes
much sense to you, does it?

- What, a young lady
having no money?

Oh, yes, Miss Georgina,
I can understand that.

Taxi and that's very
dear nowadays.

[she laughs]

- I shall have to get a job
on the films or something,

try and make some money.

- Beg pardon, miss, I
was just closing up.

- Oh, that's all right, Lily.

Seems rather a pity to
shut out the daylight,

it's not quite dark yet.

- Shall I leave the curtains
for a while?

- No, you'd better close
them now you're here.

Lily?

- Yes, Miss Georgina.

- You do know, don't you,
that Hudson's leaving us

because of you?

- Yes, Miss, I do.

- And you'll be leaving
as well, I imagine,

so that you can both marry.

- Well, Miss Georgina,
I, it's not...

I don't know for sure.
It's all muddled.

- Does Hudson think you're
willing to marry him?

- Yes, Miss. I think he does.

- And you?

You don't want to talk
about it, do you?

It's all right if
you'd rather not.

- Oh, no Miss, I don't
mind talking about it.

Not to you, anyway.

- What's the matter then, Lily?

Are you worried about
Hudson's age?

Or is it that you're
frightened to say to him

how you really feel?

Perhaps if I can
help in some way.

If you like

- I've got to speak
to him, Miss,

before tomorrow because
he's taking me on the train

tomorrow to see my mother and I,

I don't know what to do.

- Oh, yes, it's Sunday
tomorrow, isn't it?

- Yes, Miss.

[bell rings]

- Oh dear, there's the bell.

I'm so sorry, Lily,
I have to go now,

only my date's arrived
to fetch me.

- Your date, miss?

- An American expression
for someone you go out with.

"I wanna date you, honey."

That's what a young man says
to a girl in the United States.

"I wanna date you, honey."

- Go on, miss.

- Come up and see me early
in the morning, Lily,

if you like, and then
we can talk quietly,

just you and I.

- Oh, thank you, Miss Georgina.

That's ever so good of you.

- Yes, Laura, I do see
your point, but I...

But what...

But this is precisely
what committees are for!

Oh, well, if you feel
you're being undermined,

perhaps you'd rather...

You would?

Oh, oh dear, oh that
would be such a pity.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm sure
the chairman will accept it,

but I should put it
in writing, yes.

Very well. Goodbye, Laura.

Thank God.

- What for?

- Laura Gilby has resigned.

Good morning, darling, did
you have fun last night?

- Did you?

- Last night?
- MM.

- Just dinner with Prue
Fairfax, not really fun,

quite enjoyable.

- I'm glad somebody
enjoyed themselves.

- Oh dear.

- Oh, it was the most
awful shattering fiasco.

- Oh, Georgina.

- I should have known,
somebody once warned me

about shipboard romances.

A man can seem the most
dreamy thing miles out at sea

in the moonlight
but once ashore.

- Tell me.

- Well, for some reason
he seemed inches shorter

than he did on the boat.

- Oh, god.

- And not half so good looking!

- What happened?

- Nothing. We dined at a
fairly depressing restaurant

and then we went back to his
hotel and sat in the lounge

where he talked constantly
about his home

in Springfield, Massachusets
and showed me

endless photographs
of his mother

until I yawned by mistake which
gave me a chance to escape,

thank god.

- Oh, poor darling, never mind.
Put it down to experience.

- Oh, I shall.

- Are you ready?

- I have been for ten
minutes, darling.

- Oh.

- Are you coming to
church, Georgina?

- May I be excused? I want
to practice my ukulele

and write some thank
you letters to New York.

- I see, yes, all
right. Come along.

[church bells toll]

- Excuse me, miss.

You said I might come
and see you this morning?

- Oh, yes, I did, didn't I?

Well, come in and close
the door, Lily.

- Oh, good girl.

You're all ready, eh?

- Yes, Mr Hudson.
But I'm not going.

- Not going? What do
you mean by that?

- I'm not going with
you to see my mother.

There's no point. Sorry.

- Och, there's every
point, my dear.

I can understand if, as you say,

the old lady is a bit
feeble and unable

to comprehend what
is taking place.

But on a matter of principle
I would never dream

of embarking on marriage
without at least...

- I'm not going to marry
you, Mr Hudson.

You haven't asked me to
anyway, not asked me.

- Haven't asked?

Lily, it has been
understood, ever since...

- I never said I'd marry you!

It's you what's always
said so, not me.

- Then why have you not
denied your feelings for me?

Have I not been entitled
to assume your consent?

- No! No, you haven't.

I don't wish to marry
you, Mr Hudson,

because you're not a romantic
person for a young girl.

You tell me things about
the world all the time,

teach me things, but...

- Lily, you have said
over and over again

how much you've enjoyed
learning,

accompanying me to
interesting places.

Ohh, you're tired,
strained, child.

Not yourself today.

Try and pull yourself
together, eh?

- I'm not tired or strained,
Mr Hudson,

I just don't love you.

When I marry I want
to marry a young man

who's strong and good
looking and romantic,

someone who can take
me in his arms

and make love to me
and give me babies.

- Lily...

- And laugh with me
and make jokes.

Someone I can get on with.

I don't want to spend
my whole life

going in and out of
museums and churches

and getting lectured about
art and all that tripe.

Do you call that loving someone?

- I've given in my notice
here, Lily, I...

I've thrown away my whole career

as a gesture of my love for you.

Why have you not spoken
like this before?

- Because I've always been
afraid of you, what you'd say.

I went out with you
when you asked me

because it was something
to do on my days off,

but I didn't like it,
I don't fancy you.

I want to marry a young man,
not some old schoolteacher

in a tailcoat who talks
Scotch and all about history

and garden things and
who never touches me

but holds my hand on a park
bench or on top of a bus

when it's dark and
no one can see.

- It was the only way I
could possibly express

my profound feelings for you.

- Well, I wouldn't marry
you, Mr Hudson,

not if there was nobody
else left in the world,

because you're an old
man, I don't fancy you.

Please just go away
and leave me alone.

- It seems I've made
quite a fool of myself.

I must apologize to you, Lily,

I ought to have known better.

I'll go to my room and
change out of these things.

- Ruby.

Was Lily up when you come down?

- Yeah, she was getting dressed,

that was about half an hour ago.

- How did she seem?

- Very quiet, she didn't
answer me when I spoke to her,

so I didn't trouble.

- What's the matter, Rose?

- Lily's gone. She
must have dressed,

put her things together and
slipped out by the front door.

- When?

- Well, just now. Her
cupboard's empty,

all her things, gone.

- Run away, eh?

Suppose it's only to be expected

after what happened yesterday.

- She left a note for
Mr Hudson on the landing

outside her door.

I best go and find him.

[knock at door]

- Uh, beg pardon, Mr Hudson.

- Yes?

- There's a note for you,

I brought it down from upstairs.

- Thank you. Has her ladyship
finished breakfast yet?

- Yes, she's in the morning
room with his Lordship.

I expect you can guess
who it's from.

She seems to have left
suddenly this morning

without saying a word to
anyone, not even Ruby.

Aren't you gonna read it?

- Later, Rose.

I'm going up to speak
to her Ladyship.

- Very well.

Mr Hudson.

- Yes?

- Sorry.

- If I might have
a word, my Lady.

- Certainly, Hudson.

- Just to say that
Lily has evidently

left the house, my Lady,

early this morning without
giving notice.

- Left?
- For good?

- It would seem so, Milord.

It would also seem that
my affections for the girl

were unfortunately misplaced.

I had misjudged her
character, Milord.

When we conversed
yesterday it became clear

that hers was, in reality,
an ungenerous,

cruel and somewhat
malicious nature,

two faced and deceitful.

I realize now I was wrong
in my estimation of her.

- And what do you wish
to do about it?

- In view of the new
circumstances, Milord,

I wonder if I might
continue in your service.

- Well, of course
you can, Hudson.

- I very much regret
the incident, Milady.

- That's quite all
right, Hudson.

I think the sooner it's
all forgotten the better.

I can't vouch for the others
downstairs, of course,

but as far as his Lordship
and I are concerned

the matter need never be
mentioned again in this house.

- Very good, Milady.

Thank you, Milord.

- Well, thank God for that.

- Let's hope he can
settle down again

and the others can put
it out of their minds.

- It'll never be quite
the same, not now.

[knock at door]

- Who is it?

Oh, come in, Kate.

- I won't stop long, Angus.

I just wanted to
say I was sorry.

But I am glad.

- Yes.

- That Lily's letter?

- Yes.

- Aren't you going to read it?

- Dear Mr Hudson, I am sorry
I said all the nasty things

I said because I didn't mean it.

I only wanted you to
give up caring for me

and make you think I
was not a nice person.

I really think you
are a kind man

and the times we had together
were very happy times

I shall always remember.

I'll look for another place now.

One last favor, would
you be so kind

as to ask her Ladyship
to forward

a reference to above address,

which is my home you
never come to in the end.

Yours affectionate, Lily.

- Beg pardon, Mr Hudson,
her Ladyship would like

Mrs Bridges to go up and
see her about the meal.

- Yes, yes, all right,
Frederick.

I'll, I'll be up in a moment.

You just stay here
quietly, Angus.

I won't be long and
I'll come down

and make you a nice cup of tea.

- Ah, come in, Mrs Bridges.

Now, we'll be six for
dinner tonight.

- Six tonight, very
good, Milady.

Oh, beg pardon, Milady.

Before we start the ordering,

would you be willing to
give a reference for Lily?

We've got her address
downstairs.

- More than willing,
Mrs Bridges,

in fact I've already
written her one.

- Oh, have you, Milady?
Oh, thank you.

- I have said that Lily
Hawkins was under housemaid

here for five years,
that I found her,

in every way, clean,
sober and honest.

An excellent servant who
carried out her duties

with every satisfaction,
cheerful about the house,

and got on exceptionally
well with the other servants.

I could not recommend
her more highly.

There, now that can be sent
to her home immediately.

- Oh, thank you, Milady.

Hudson will be very grateful.

- I think we should all
be very grateful to Lily.

Don't you, Mrs Bridges?

[soft bright string music]