All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S05E08 Such a Lovely Man WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(peaceful orchestral music)

(door knock)

- Good morning, Hudson.

- Good morning, m'lady.

- Oh, don't say all
those are for me.

- No, m'lady.

- Thank you, Hudson.

Oh, shall I take His Lordship's?

- Yes, m'lady.

- Aren't those?

- No, these are for a
member of the staff, m'lady.

They are for Ruby, m'lady.

- For Ruby, what on earth?

Thank you, Hudson.

- Ruby?

What is she doing with
all them letters?

- Who've you been writing
to you then, eh Ruby?

-[Ruby] None of your business.

- Ruby, you keep a civil
tongue in your head.

Who have you been
writing to, then?

- Ah now, Mrs. Bridges,
I think that Ruby,

like the rest of us, is
entitled to her privacy.

- Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- Virginia, I wonder if you
would do something for me.

- You sound very doubtful.

I'm just trying to think what
you could possibly ask me

to do that I wouldn't
be prepared to.

- Oh nothing desperate, I
wondered if you would ask

Guy Paynter to lunch.

- Oh.

Yes, of course.

- Have you uh, some objection?

- No.

No.

No, it was just that I
was, I was looking at hats

at Helen Barry's yesterday
with Prudence.

-[Robert] Oh, did you buy any?

- No, they were all too
expensive, we just looked at
them.

Mrs. um, Merivale
was there, though.

And she was buying
hats, half a dozen.

- Oh.

- And Prudence said, that Sir
Guy Paynter had paid attention

to three widows and two
divorcees, oh at different
times,

of course and married
none of them and,

she wondered how long
Polly Merivale would last.

- You know, I am devoted to
Prudence but sometimes she

really is--
- Rather catty.

- Guy Paynter, like any rich
bachelor, needs a hostess.

A pretty, charming,
unattached woman to preside

over his dinner table and help
him with his house parties.

They understand the
situation perfectly

and so does everyone else.

- Oh, I see.
- I assure you, Virginia.

He's not the type of man
you would need hesitate

to have inside your house.

- No of course not, darling.

How absurd you are.

If you would like to entertain
him, then naturally we will.

Who would you like
to ask with him?

Mrs. Merivale, I suppose, since
she is his current hostess.

Now, who else? We owe
the Banisters--

- Well, I thought of something
rather more intimate,

just ourselves, Prudence
possibly, and James.

- Well just as you like,
of course, but,

I thought he always had
such big, lavish parties.

- Yes, well I think I
better tell you the truth.

- I hope you always do.

- Like most rich men, Guy
Paynter is very influential,

and he uses his influence
politically.

He's a friend of Baldwin's
and Beaverbrook's,

and quite often goes to
Max's little cabinet meetings

at the vineyard in Fulham.

- I see, and you want him
to persuade Lord Beaverbrook

to give more support to
the League of Nations

in his newspapers.
- No no, not exactly.

I heard by chance,
Winston told me,

that the Under Secretary
for Foreign Affairs

is resigning on doctor's orders.

- And you'll be offered the
post, would you like that?

- Yes, I would like that but
I don't think I should be

offered it, I've been out
of the government so long

they all think of me
as an elder statesman,

but I still think I have
an active part to play.

- Of course you have.

- I know we were told we'd
all made a mess of things,

then after the war we must
leave it to all younger men,

but the younger are
either cynical or dead.

But I feel I can put my
experience to good use

and I would like to try.

- Well then, surely the
government are all friends of
yours.

Winston, Austin, Chan--

- Yes well I can't very
well go up to them and say,

"Well I know you think I
am too old, but I am not."

I wouldn't dream of
embarrassing myself, or them.

But if someone like Guy Paynter
casually mentioned my name,

in connection with the post,

said that I'd been very active
with the League of Nations,

and working on the treaty,
well he is very influential.

- Really?

- Oh yes, really.

His Father, Ewly Paynter
put a great deal of money

into Baldwin Steelworks
and I know that Guy himself

gave £10,000 to the
Tory Party funds, and--

- Money talks.

Well, of course I'll
gladly ask him to lunch.

Do you know, I'm hopeless
at politics.

- You just be your
own charming self,

and you'll captivate
him without even trying.

- Must be important, 'cause
Her Ladyship spent the whole

morning going through
her clothes with me,

then said she'd got
nothing fit to wear

and she'd have to get
a new frock for it.

- She had me up in the
morning for over an hour

going through my receipts.

She looks like a cat
that's got at the cream.

- Would you care for a wee
ballad concert, Mrs. Bridges?

- Oh you've dropped
something, Ruby.

Oh, it's a photograph!
- Oh let me see.

- Give it to me, it's mine.
- Oh.

(gasps) Ruby, I know what you've
been up to, you've answered

that advertisement in the
newspaper for a pen pal!

- I didn't.
- Ruby!

Bringing all them letters
into the house from strangers.

You put them on the
fire this instant.

You don't know where
they've been.

- I won't!

-[Mrs. Bridges] Ruby!

- I don't have to,
Mr. Hudson, do I?

- Well, Ruby I really,
I really don't think,

you can hardly write
to them all.

- Oh no, I'll only write to one.

- How you gonna choose
which one?

- I already have.

- Is the fella in
the photograph?

Here come on, Ruby,
read us his letter.

- Go on, Ruby.

- He writes ever such
a nice letter.

- Well I hope he knows he won't
get a nice answer from you.

Not with your writing.

- Go on.

- "Dear Madam."

- Madam, indeed.

- "I should very much like

"to engage in cor-ro-spondence
with you.

"I am 35-years-old, a bachelor
of quiet dispose, dispos"--

- Disposition, I should
imagine, Ruby.

- Oh go on, Ruby, let Mr.
Hudson read it, or Rose.

- Yes, let me.

"I live at home with
my invalid parents,

"and am employed as a
clerk in the post office.

"I like Hugh Walpole."

Who's Hugh Walpole?
- Oh, he's a novelist, Rose.

A popular novelist.
- Ah!

- "And H.G. Wells.

"I am fond of good music and
listen to it on the wireless,

"though I do sometimes
go to the Queen's Hall.

"I hope that, if your
tastes are similar,

"that you will send me your
name and address with a view

"to further correspondence
and possible acquaintanceship.

"Yours truly, Herbert Turner."

(chuckles)

"Possible acquaintanceship."

Here, you're never gonna
meet him are you, Ruby?

He might be Jack the Ripper.

- If he doesn't know
your name and address,

how's he written to you, Ruby?

- Paper sent all letters on.

I just had to fill in a
form not more than 20 words

and they printed it.

- A part of the
circulation war, I imagine.

- What did you say?

- I said, "genteel young lady

"wishes to correspond
with eligible young man."

- That wasn't 20 words, Ruby.

- Well I couldn't think
of anything more to say.

I can write him a letter,

can't I, Mr. Hudson?

- Oh I suppose so, Ruby.

It's not what I would recommend,

corresponding with a
stranger, but uh--

- He looks just like
Rudolph Valentino.

- My dear Polly,

I should love to come
to your charity concert.

I'm sure it's immensely
worthy, all charities are.

If only I could find an
unworthy charity,

I should give immediately,
so much more stimulating.

- How horrid you are, Guy,
as soon as you say you would

love to come, I know it means
that you don't intend to.

- Well I will if I can
but I may be obliged

to go out of London that day.

- By which I suppose you
mean you have a horse running

at Sandown.

-[Prudence] I have a feeling
Sir Guy is one of those people

who is never obliged to do
anything he doesn't want to.

- Oh surely, Lady Prudence,
we all spend a great part

of our lives obeying
hidden obligations.

For example, Lady Bellamy.

Why are you giving this
luncheon party today instead of

sitting comfortably with your
feet up eating an omelet,

reading the latest Michael
Arlen novel?

- I'm glad you didn't
say Ethel M. Dell.

- Why does one ever give
a luncheon party?

In order to buy a new
dress and show it off.

- Or to pass the hours
between one and three,

which the more sensible
nation spend in the siesta.

- To enjoy political gossip
without having to sit through

parliamentary debate.

- Well I don't why one
gives a luncheon,

but I'm not ashamed to say that
I come because Mrs. Bridges

is the best cook in London and
I trust we're going to have

one of her delicious puddings.

- Lady Bellamy, you can
enlighten us all.

Why did you give this luncheon?

- Oh dear, I know I should
say something very witty

and clever but I can't
think of anything.

I think one gives a
luncheon party in order

to see old friends
and make new ones.

Not necessarily from
any hidden obligation.

-[Richard] Well done, Virginia.

- I detect a disapproving note
in your voice, Lady Bellamy.

- Luncheon is served.

- Oh.

How's it going, Mr. Hudson?

- Very well indeed, Mrs.
Bridges, very well, oh Ruby.

I should say it's been a most
successful luncheon party.

(background laughter)

- But I've always said the less
politicians do, the better.

So I moved heaven and earth
to make Baldwin Prime Minister

instead of Kerzin.

- I didn't know that
you were responsible.

(Guy chuckles)

- I played my part among others.

I approve of Baldwin
because he never, ever

does anything at all if
he can possibly avoid it.

Perfect politician.

No thank you.

- But you can't believe
in just, drift.

- Drift?

Certainly, things always
look after themselves

if ever they're left
to their own devices.

It's the violent action
taken by politicians which as

often as not turns an
unfortunate situation into a
disaster.

- And what do you think the
ideal member of parliament

should do?

- What he always does,
dear Polly, fortunately.

Spend most of his time
arguing about things

that don't matter
in the very least.

When you look at
Parliament's current exploit,

they are debating the
abolition of the death penalty

for cowardice in the
field, what I mean to say,

we fight a war in which millions
of young men are killed.

What can it possibly matter to
some poor booby who runs away

whether he's shot at by a
firing squad on the spot,

or shoved back into the line
to be shot at by the enemy?

- My son was court martialed
for cowardice in the field

and found guilty, at his
own request he was sent back

into action and was killed.

I'm sure it mattered a great
deal to him how he was killed,

and to me.

- I am so sorry.

Of course I had no idea

at all that you were personally
concerned in the question.

- Even if I weren't, I hope
I would have the sensitivity

to feel for those who were.

- I stand corrected.

Well, I think I'd better be off

before I disgrace
myself completely.

Polly, can I give you a lift
or are you going to stay

and have your character
improved?

- Oh, you know my character
is beyond praying for,

let alone improving.

- Lady Bellamy, thank you for
a most delicious luncheon.

- Goodbye.

- Lady Prudence.

Bellamy.

Goodbye.

- Well I think it's a shame.

After all the trouble we
took, everything to be spoiled

because of a bit of
unpleasantness like that.

I'm going to have my nap
before I change my dress.

Ruby?

Oh don't tell me that girl's
still cleaning the saucepans.

- No, she's in the kitchen.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Ruby.

Ruby.

You're not writing
that letter again?

- I've nearly finished,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Have you made any
blobs this time?

- No, Mrs. Bridges.

- Careful!

Did you spell the name right,
what Mr. Hudson told you?

- E-L-Gar with a G.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh, deary me.

- Can I go and post it
now, Mrs. Bridges?

Then he'll get it tonight.

- Oh, well I suppose so.

But you come straight back!

And don't you be late
with my cup of tea.

- No, Mrs. Bridges.

- Not dressed for dinner yet?

Your book must be an
interesting one.

- It's rather horrid, a sort
of thriller by Hugh Walpole.

I'm awfully sorry about
what happened.

- Yes, I can understand
your being upset.

It's a pity you couldn't accept
his apology when he made it.

- I didn't really
think he meant it.

Besides, it annoyed me
that he obviously thought

he was so rich he could
say anything he liked

and people would put up
with it, I hate to think

of a man like that
having influence.

- You mean you hate to
think that I am prepared

to make use of it.
- It's not that.

- I can assure you, Virginia,

that things are always
done that way.

A word here, a word there, a
little discreet string pulling.

Things are always done that
way in politics of all parties

and I am sure they
always will be.

- I think it's a great pity.
- Possibly.

Anyway, the whole thing
was my fault for asking you

to give the luncheon
in the first place.

I know you don't want to
be a political hostess.

- As Marjorie was?

- For you, m'lady.

Delivered by hand.

- Thank you, Hudson.

Sir Guy Paynter.

"Please forgive me, I am
proud to think my mother

"would defend her son
as you defended yours.

"Guy Paynter."

- Sir Guy Paynter
is here, m'lady.

- Oh.

I was just writing to you.

- I thought you might
be having some trouble

composing the letter.

- Yes, I was rather.

- Would you care for
some coffee, m'lady?

- Not for me, thank you.
- Thank you, Hudson.

Thank you for the lovely roses.

- I'm glad you liked them.

- Sit down.

- I really came to see whether
by, an extraordinary chance,

you might be free to come
have lunch at the Ritz.

Lionel Bennett will be there.

- Oh I've always--

- And Birkenhead, you
probably know him.

And a rather interesting young
musician Malcolm Sargent,

comes from Stamford.

- What time were
you thinking of?

- We had agreed to meet at
the Long Bar at the Trocadero

for a cocktail first so
if you really would do us

the honor of joining us, we
could go there in my car now.

- Oh, but I'd have to change.

- Oh, by now of course I
mean, in the hour or so that

it takes any woman to change
from one frock into another.

And to comb her hair.

- I'm glad you understand
these things.

Oh, but what--

- I shall make myself
at home here.

There's a lot to be learned
from someone's room.

- And what do you learn
from this one?

- That you have good
taste without ostentation.

Family affection,
without being house frow.

Elegance without snobbery.

- I'm sure that's flattery but
I must admit that I enjoy it.

- Now why are pleasant
things always called flattery

and ugly things the
truth, dear Lady Bellamy?

Virginia, do let us always
admit the truth to one another,

however pleasant it may be.

-[Rose] Ruby, is that you?

- I'm just going, Rose.

- Hold on!

I want you to get me a bit of
ribbon, yard and a quarter.

I'll give you that as a sample.

- But I can't, Rose.

- It's for Miss Alice's
nightdress.

I don't know what she
does with them.

I think Thimble must chew them.

Here, I'll just give
you the money.

- But I'm going to
the pictures, Rose.

- It won't take you a minute.

- Oh, there isn't time.
- What'd you gonna see?

- The Eagle.

- Oh, no.

Don't you never get tired
of Rudolph Valentino?

- Oh, Rose.

- Anyhow, you can
get it on the way.

Here, you're a bit dressed up
for the pictures, aren't you?

Ruby.

You're gonna meet someone.

Ruby!

- I must go, Rose.
- You're gonna meet that man.

Oh Ruby, you can't!

You don't know what he's like!

- Guy said that Mr.
Churchill had decided to turn

respectable and abandon his
more disreputable friends

and Lord Birkenhead said that
Winston turned respectable

as a man with a bilious
attack gave up food

on a strictly temporary basis.

- I say, it really was
a inner-circle luncheon.

Were you the only woman there?

- Well, yes.

Oh, I felt rather conspicuous
but it was very informal

and they were all so kind to me.

- This has just arrived
by hand, m'lady.

- Oh, thank you, Hudson.

- What's that?

- Browning's poems.

A first edition, autographed.

- Mm, that must be worth a
pretty penny, who's it from?

- We were talking about
first editions and,

and which ones we would
most like to possess.

Well I said that I would
like to have a favorite book

of poems so that every
time I read it I could

pretend that it was sent to
me personally by the author.

Guy said that he had
a first edition of

Browning's Men and Women.

- Can I see it?

- "Just to thank you for
being such a perfect hostess."

- I don't like it.

In my young day, we went
out with the butcher,

or the milkman or the
postman, somebody respectable.

- Well he may be
respectable, Mrs. Bridges.

- A man what answers
advertisements? (chuckles)

I wouldn't trust no man that
answered an advertisement.

- I really think you should
have stopped her, Rose,

once you knew where
she was going.

I mean it's one thing to engage
in correspondence with a...

- Pen pal?

- Pen pal.

It might even have improved
Ruby's mind, but to allow her

to go and meet a man who is
in effect a total stranger--

- I couldn't stop
her, Mr. Hudson.

- Ruby is over 21, Mr. Hudson.

- But she is not well versed
in the ways of the world,

Edward.

- Here, you don't
think he wants her

for the white slave
trade, do you?

- Oh, I think that
is unlikely, Daisy.

Still, you never know.

- Still, it's about time
she got back, isn't it?

- Oh, Mr. Hudson,

don't you think we ought
to send for the police?

- Oh, I hardly think
so, Mrs. Bridges.

After all, we don't know
that anything is wrong, yet.

- At least we know his
name, Herbert Turner.

- Yeah, if that is
his real name.

- Oh, Mr. Hudson!

(door slams)

Ark.

There she is now.

Ruby?

-[Hudson] Ruby, you are late.

- Sorry, Mr. Hudson.

- How dare you go out with
somebody without telling me.

You know Mr. Hudson
doesn't allow followers.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, what was he like, Ruby?

- He was ever so nice.

- Would you like a
cup of cocoa, Ruby?

- No. (chuckles)

No, thank you, I couldn't
eat another bite.

- Stood you a bit of supper,
did he eh, after the pictures?

- We went to Stewart's, and
I had tomato fish cakes,

and bread and butter,

and ice cream and then
we had a pot of tea.

- Well, no wonder you
don't want no cocoa then.

- Well, I think I'll
go to bed now.

Goodnight, Mrs. Bridges.

Goodnight, Mr. Hudson.

- Goodnight, Ruby.

- She never said
what he was like!

- Alpine strawberries, but
where did you get them?

- Had them flown in
from Switzerland.

You said you'd never
tasted them.

- I can see I shall have to be
much more careful what I say.

- If it makes you
feel any better,

you can look upon
those as a bribe.

I'm giving a political
house party at Shelburne.

I want to come and support me.

- I'm sure we'd love
to, when is it?

- Weekend after next.
- Oh, I'm afraid we can't.

Richard has to be in Paris.

- Oh.

Do you think he'd let
you stay behind?

- I wasn't going with him.

He has a meeting with the
French foreign minister,

in connect with the
League of Nations.

- Well of course, I'm very
disappointed that Richard

can't come but he's such
a public-spirited man,

I'm sure he'd approve
of your, helping me out.

- It's the third time in
a fortnight, Mr. Hudson.

- We cannot stop the girl
going out, Mrs. Bridges,

and she has a right to
meet whom she pleases.

As long as she doesn't
bring him back here.

- That's just what I want her
to do, bring him back here.

Well I feel responsible
for her, Mr. Hudson.

After all, we don't know
what sort of a man he is!

- Well from his letters he
seems to be a very respectable

and well-read young man.

- Well what's he wanna
go out with Ruby for?

If you ask me, he must
be a proper charlie.

- Daisy!

I am having a private
conversation with Mr. Hudson.

I'll thank you to keep your
interferativeness to yourself.

- Sorry, I'm sure.

- Truth to tell, I had wondered
myself whether he might not

have some ulterior motive.

- We better have him
to Sunday tea.

Take a good look at him.

- You don't mind, then?

- My dear, I'm only
too delighted.

The Shelburne weekends are
famous, I'd hate you to miss it.

- But won't it look rather
strange if I'm there without
you?

- Why do you have to refuse
a pleasant invitation

because I have to be abroad?

Everyone understands
these things nowadays.

- Yes.

- Father, don't you think
Virginia's seeing rather a lot

of Guy Paynter?
- Mm-hm.

- Well I uh, I'm not sure that
it's altogether a good thing.

- Oh, she's perfectly
safe with him.

- Is she? Now why
do you say that?

- For reasons I could not
possibly mention to her.

- Well he's not married, is he?

- No.

He's not the, um, marrying sort.

- Oh, you mean?
- Mm.

- Oh, I see.

- He's devoted to his mother.

A great number of ladies
have acted as his hostess

at his table over the past
10 years and I dare say

at least half of them
expected to marry him.

But I'm quite sure nothing
would horrify him more

than to have a woman
permanently in his home

or even temporarily in his bed.

- Well, I'm damned.

I had no idea.

- Well of course, Virginia's
much too innocent to understand

these things but, Guy Paynter
is what one might reasonably

describe as a safe man.

He takes her to the
theater and to the opera,

introduces her to a lot
of amusing people,

and I'm only too happy
for her to enjoy herself.

- Well, I'll be damned.

-[Richard] She'll have
a marvelous weekend!

- I'm terribly sorry,
have I kept you waiting?

- Not for one single second,
are you ready to elope?

Thank you, Hudson.

- Here, I suppose he does exist?

She didn't write all
them letters herself.

- Oh, Daisy.

- Well she could have
copied them out of a book.

(door knock)

- There he is.

Ruby?
- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- There he is now.

- Sorry if I'm a trifle
late, Ruby.

- That's all right, Herbert.

They're through here.

- Oh.

- This is Mr. Herbert
Turner, Mrs. Bridges.

- How do you do?
- Pleased to meet you.

- Mr. Hudson.
- How do you do?

- Mr. Turner.
- Mr. And Mrs. Barnes.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- And Mr. Norton.

- Mr. Norton.
- Hello.

- Very pleased to make
your acquaintance.

It's very kind of you to allow
Miss Finch to invite me here.

- Oh, great pleasure,
I'm sure. (clears throat)

- Oh, won't you sit
down, Mr. Turner?

We're ready for our
tea then, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh yes, all ready, Mr. Hudson.

Ruby, you sit there.

And uh, this way.

Daisy?

Perhaps you would be kind
enough to bring in the teapot,

and Edward can give you a hand.

Oh, thank you.

You um, live in Balham,
I believe, Mr. Turner.

- Yes, my parents and
I share a house there.

- Oh, a very pleasant area.

- Oh, yes.

Unfortunately, my mother
is a martyr to rheumatism.

- Oh, dear.

- Yes, and my father's
health has not been good

since he was gassed in the war.

- Oh, in the trenches, was he?

- Yes, he was one of
the old contemptibles.

-[Frederick] Was you
in the army, then?

- No, I always feel very
awkward about it

because I was kept out by, well,

I know it sounds ridiculous,
flat feet. (chuckles)

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh, dear.

- Of course, being
in the post office,

I was considered to be in
an reserved occupation,

but naturally, I volunteered

and that is the answer
that I got.

- "They also serve who
only stand and wait."

- Even with flat feet,
eh? (chuckles)

(laughter)

- Ruby, pass the sandwiches.

Ask Mr. Turner whether he
would like tongue or egg.

Or perhaps you'd prefer
one of my scones.

- Oh, well I think I'll
have this first,

and a scone later.

I'll work up to it, as it were.

(laughter)

- Daisy, close the hatch.

- Um, excuse me please,
Mr. Turner.

Thank you.

- I see that you were reading
about the Sussex murder.

Shocking case, wasn't it?

- Yeah, I don't think
he done it.

I think she hung herself.

- Sir Bernard Spilsbury
says she didn't.

- Well whether that chap
throttled her or not,

he certainly cut the body up.

- Edward!

Not at table, please!

- My fault, I should not
have brought the subject up.

- You are interested
in crime, Mr. Turner?

- Well I think we all are a
bit, Mr. Hudson, don't you?

Crime and murder, I mean,
it's the drama of it all.

But I prefer what one might
call a better class of murder.

Still, you don't often
read about a murder

in the Tatler, do you?

My mother is a great
reader of the Tatler.

- Oh, really?

- Oh yes, she knows
everyone in society.

When I told her that I'd had
the honor of meeting Miss Finch

she was able to tell me
everything about the family
here.

Oh yes, she remembered
Lady Marjorie,

Lord Bellamy's fist wife,

and the Earl and Countess
of Southwold and everything.

- Oh, well.
(laughter)

- What do you think, Dais?

- I don't know what
he sees in her.

- She's hardly said a
word since he arrived.

You know what I think?

I think he's found out that
our Ruby is a good listener.

- And that was a vile
outing at Earn Bay.

- I've lived a very quiet life.

Too quiet, really, I am
conscious of that.

What with the war and both
my parents being invalids.

- How old are you, Mr. Turner,
if you don't mind my asking?

- I'm 35, Mr. Hudson, and done
nothing, as you might say.

I read the novels of H.G. Wells,

and I read about his heroes
who just existed, as it were,

and I think "well, that's me."

- I hope you're not going
to throw up your job

and start wandering
around the countryside.

- Oh no no, Mr. Hudson, I've
got a bit more sense than that.

That is all right in novels,
but not in real life.

No, I think I've really
lived, as you might say,

by second-hand.

What, with my father being
interested in murder and crime

and my mother in
the aristocracy.

But still, it is only
second-hand, isn't it?

- Have you um, ever thought of,

getting married, Mr. Turner?

- Well I have, Mrs.
Bridges, of course.

But I'm afraid that money
has always been a bit tight.

-[Hudson] Oh?

- Until my recent promotion,
that is.

I suppose I may as well admit

that is why I answered
the advertisement.

- Because you thought
you could now

consider the possibility.
- Yes.

- Ah.
- Oh.

Here she is.

- Please.
- Oh, thank you.

Well uh, we'll be off.

I thought that we might
go to my parents'

to have a bite of supper
after chapel, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, well yes, Mr. Turner.

Only, I don't want
her round too late.

- Oh no no, Mrs. Bridges,
I would not do that.

She is a bit too precious
for that.

- Well, goodbye, Mr. Turner.

- Thank you for a most
pleasant occasion.

- I hope we shall see you
again very soon, Mr. Turner.

- Reciprocated, I'm sure.

Come along, Ruby.
- Yes, Herbert.

- Well, Mrs. Bridges?

I think you can start looking
for a new kitchen maid.

- Oh, thank heaven for that.

Can we have a bottle of
champagne, please Parsons,

and some caviar.

Do we have any amber caviar?

Not that horrid black stuff.
- Yes, sir.

- Why do one's guests
always have

to take 40 minutes
to say goodbye?

They'll miss the train,
I know it, they'll come

tumbling back here, insist
on spending another night.

I must say, I hope they don't.

Especially Margot.

One doesn't understand the
meaning of a long weekend

until one has Margot to stay.

Ah exhausted, why
does one do it?

- You know you enjoyed
every minute of it.

- Well every minute's
going too far.

It's very hard to enjoy
Winston's rendered of my old
dutch.

And I've never admired
Lloyd George's Welsh hymns

as much as many pretend to.

- But they enjoyed it,
that's the important thing.

The whole weekend has
been a great success.

- Entirely because of you.

You are a splendid hostess.

-[Virginia] No, I just people.

- And they like you.

We'll have some champagne
to restore ourselves

before we change.

I thought something
very simple in here

and then I wondered if after
dinner you'd like to see

Charlie Chaplin's latest film.

-[Virginia] Gold Rush?

- One managed to obtain a copy.

- You don't mean you have
a private cinema here?

- Yes, of course.

I don't often tell people
because if I do then they insist

on watching Felix the Cat or
Harold Lloyd the whole weekend

and I want to play bridge.

But as it's just ourselves,

I thought it might amuse you.

- Yes.

I didn't know we were going
to be alone here tonight.

- Does it embarrass you?
- Yes, it does rather.

(Guy chuckles)

- That's what I love best about
you, your delicious honesty.

My mother would adore you.

Would you come to a little
dinner at her house on Tuesday?

- I'd love to meet her.

Richard gets back tomorrow--
- No not Richard, do you mind?

Just you.

She's a little bit of
an invalid, you see.

Doesn't go about much,
but a small dinner party

with just one person she
can manage beautifully.

Alright, Parsons, I'll
deal with that.

- Very good, sir.

- I wonder how Richard's
getting on.

This was to be a very
important meeting

for the League of Nations.

(Guy chuckles)

- I think it's so touching
that he still cares.

- Yes.

I wish he could get a post
in the government again,

where he could put his
talents to better use.

- Yes, of course.

Not quite so easy now
he's in the Lords.

- I believe there's a post
of Under Secretary of State

for Foreign Affairs which
is going to be vacant.

It would be nice if
he got that post.

- Well you know that I'd
do anything in the world

to please you.

So if I have any influence
in that direction,

you can be sure I shall use it.

I must say I admire his energy,

I feel like a holiday myself.

I did think of taking the yacht

on a long cruise this summer.

Was wondering if you'd
come with me.

Richard could join us
from time to time

if his conscience ever
let him escape.

I was talking to the
Prince last week.

I think he'll probably
come with us, and uh,

Freddy Birkenhead.

One or two others.

What do you say?

- Never seen nothing like
it in all my born days.

Do you know we even had
champagne in the servants' hall?

- Champagne in the
servants' hall?

Never heard anything like it.

- Cor, that sounds
alright to me.

- Here Eddie, give these
cases a rub up

when you've got a
minute, will you?

- Alright, if I have to.

Here, Rose, I bet you
didn't half eat well.

- Oh, yes.

Though of course it wasn't
as good on the last night

when the others had gone.

- The others had gone, Rose?

- Oh yes, well the other guests
had to leave on the Sunday.

- You mean Her Ladyship
stayed on alone?

(telephone rings)

- Oh, there now.

- Dinner ready, Mrs. Bridges?
- Yes, t'is now.

Hurry up with them vegetables,
they'll all get cold.

And Daisy, will you
take the pudding in?

I don't know, we're all behind
today like a donkey's tail.

- I'm so hungry I could eat it.

- Eat what?
- The donkey's tail.

- Oh.
(Rose laughs)

- Rose?

You're wanted on the telephone.

- Me, Mr. Hudson?

- Her Ladyship's lady's
maid, they're asking for.

- Oh dear, I hope as though
I haven't left nothing

of Her Ladyship's behind
at Shelburne.

- I hope not, Rose.

- It really is the limit.

To sit in a taxi
for half an hour,

just because there's too
much traffic in London

and it's all got jammed
together in The Strand.

If you ask me, too many
people have got cars.

- Can I have tonight off instead
of next week, Mrs. Bridges?

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh
well, I don't know.

- Oh, Herbert can't get
next week off, you see.

He has to work evenings.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Well, perhaps.

Just this once, but don't
you make a habit of it.

Come along, Rose, it's
all getting cold.

- Who was it, Rose?

- Oh, fella from the
newspapers wanted to know

where Her Ladyship
spent the weekend.

- You never told him
nothing did you, Rose?

- Of course I didn't,
what do you take me for?

- Shall we say grace?

- Well?

Did your stepmother enjoy
the weekend at Shelburne?

- Oh yes, yes I think
so, very much.

Weren't you there?

- Oh, no.

The queen is dead, long
live the queen.

- I don't think that's
very funny.

- Nor do I.

Do you know where she's
going this evening?

- My step-mother, no.

- She's going to dinner
with Guy's mother.

I wonder if your father knows.

- Oh, I should imagine so.

- But I wonder if
he really knows.

I nearly got invited there,

just before I came
here to lunch.

I knew what it meant
immediately.

It meant that after years
of fending off every woman

in sight, like a demented
old ocean-going tug,

she had suddenly said,
"Guy, you must get married.

"It would be good for your
career and besides, dear,

"you need someone to look
after you when I'm gone."

- Could hardly have
meant that with Virginia.

- No?

Because she's married already?

There is such a thing
as divorce.

- Oh Polly, do sit down and
stop talking such rubbish.

I'm sorry if your
friendship with Guy Paynter

has been broken off but
there's no need--

- Do you know why it did?

I cared too much.

Oh, not for Guy.

I don't like charm and
ruthlessness in a man.

One or the other,
but both together,

something nasty about it,
like a female impersonator.

- Well, if you put it like that.

- With all that money,
so beastly being poor.

Harry left a mass of debts,

so all I have is my
widow's pension,

and a pittance that
his parents give me.

And then, along comes
Guy and suddenly,

a beautiful flat,
lovely clothes,

just to mention something,
to have it.

To say "I'd like to go to
New York", and you're there.

Or, "wouldn't it be pleasant
to cruise on a yacht

"in the Mediterranean?"

And it happens.

It's irresistible.

I'm sure Lady Bellamy
will find it so.

- Oh, there's a wee dent
developed there, Frederick.

It'll have to go to
the silversmith's.

- Mr. Hudson, I think
you ought to see this.

- Is something in the
newspaper, Edward?

- In the gossip column.

- "Lady B,

"beautiful young wife
of a Tory politician

"in the House of Lords acted
as hostess last weekend

"at a distinguished house
party given by a well-known

"millionaire industrialist,
she so much enjoyed her visit,

"which was not shared
by her husband,

"that she outstayed the
rest of the guests

"who left on Sunday afternoon.

"She herself was driven
back to London

"by her host on Monday."

- I don't know how they
get hold of these things.

- I think we should have a
word with her, Mrs. Bridges.

- I quite agree with
you, Mr. Hudson.

Rose.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges?

-[Hudson] Rose, could
you come in here

for a wee minute, please?
- Yes.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- You saw this newspaper, Rose?

- Yes of course I
did, Mr. Hudson.

Edward passed it
around at dinner.

- Did you know how this item
of news got into the newspaper?

- Oh, the one about
Her Ladyship, no.

- What did you say to that man

on the telephone
yesterday, Rose?

- I didn't say nothing!

Mrs. Huds--

- What exactly did you
say to him, Rose?

- Well, he asked where Her
Ladyship spent the weekend,

and I said he better ask Her
Ladyship if he wanted to know,

and then he said did I got
with her when she went away

and I said "yes, I did."
- Oh, Rose.

- Well there's no harm in that.

- What else did he ask?

- He said when did Her Ladyship
get back from Shelburne and

I said it wasn't up to me to
discuss Her Ladyship's social

engagements and I put the
receiver down and that's all.

Don't you believe
me, Mr. Hudson?

- Oh I'm sure that you believe

that you're speaking
the truth, Rose,

but I'm afraid you must
have let something slip.

In future, if any gentlemen
of the press telephone,

I will ask you to inform
me immediately.

- Well I don't know why
you should think it was me,

Mr. Hudson, I never told that
reporter that Her Ladyship

stopped over 'til Monday.

What about that gentleman
friend of Ruby's?

If Ruby had mentioned it to
him, he could have passed it on.

- Oh, Rose.

- Well he's the only one what's
come new into this house,

and it was you what said he
took an uncommon interest

in what went on upstairs.

- Ulterior motive.

- Richard.

You didn't go out to dinner.

- I decided to dine at home,
I thought you might be back.

- I'm sorry I'm so late,
we went down to Brighton.

- You and Guy?

- And some others.

He had a new Lagonda
he wanted to try out.

- Virginia, I want to
ask you something.

You remember I asked you to do
me a favor a short time ago.

I want to ask you to do
me a much greater one now.

I want to ask you not to
see so much of Guy Paynter.

- Someone showed you that
piece in the newspaper.

- Yes.

- And you thought it might
damage your political career.

- No, it's not that.

I've been made to feel my
age rather often lately.

But I find I'm still young
enough to be jealous.

- Oh, Richard.

I am so glad.

- There is one thing
certain, Mrs. Bridges.

We could never again allow
a man who gives information

to the newspapers to
enter this house.

-[Mrs. Bridges] No.

- Well we don't know
it was him, Mr. Hudson.

- Though it could be why
he took up with Ruby,

so as to get little tidbits
to sell to the papers.

- Yes and what's he
gonna try and sell next?

- Precisely, Rose,
we cannot risk it.

- She said he might pop
the question tonight.

- Oh, Mr. Hudson,
suppose he does.

- Ruby will have to give
in her notice immediately.

We certainly couldn't risk
her becoming a source of

information for the
popular press.

- Oh, Mr. Hudson.

- Either that or we
will have to ask her

never to see him again.
- No, Mr. Hudson.

No, you couldn't do that.

- She'd never get another
chance, not Ruby, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, here she comes!
- Is he with her?

-[Daisy] No, I don't think so.

- Ruby?
- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- What you gonna say
to her, Mr. Hudson?

- Well, Rose--

- Don't you think we ought to
see her on her own Mr. Hudson?

- Well I don't see
that, Mrs. Bridges.

I mean, we're all involved.

- Yeah, any of us could
have been suspected.

- Yes.

- Excuse me, Frederick.
- Oh sorry, Ruby.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Did you
have a nice evening, Ruby?

- Yes, thank you very
much, Mrs. Bridges.

- Did he have anything
special to say to you, Ruby?

- Oh yes, he asked
me to marry him.

-[Rose] What did you say, Ruby?

- Well, I thanked him
very much for the honor,

but I said I wasn't interested.

- You don't mean to say
you turned him down?

- Of course I did.

Oh, he was all right, but
he hadn't much go in him.

And he was nothing like
his photographs.

He wasn't a bit like
Rudolph Valentino.

- Sir Guy Paynter
is here, m'lady.

- Show him in, Hudson.

Guy.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Thank you for your letter.

Was good of you to send
it round by hand,

so that I should get
it as soon as possible.

- I had to refuse Guy's
very kind invitation

to go on his yacht this
summer because Richard and I

are going to Austria together.

- I really only looked in to
pick up the book I lent you.

- Book?

- Yes, the Browning poems.

- Oh yes, of course.

Thank you for lending it to me.

- No no no, not at all.

Goodbye.

Major Bellamy.
- Goodbye.

-[Guy] Thank you.

- Rather cheap of him
to take the book back.

- Yes, I think effeminate
men often are rather cheap.

- Effe...

Does Father know that,
uh, that you know--

- Oh, (chuckles) no.

He'd be terribly embarrassed.

Besides, I'd rather
he didn't know.

- I'd love to know who
gave the newspapers

that piece of gossip.

- Oh, it was that wicked
old Valentine Casteross.

He was there at Shelburne,
I sat next to him at dinner.

He was furious because I was
asked to stay on 'til Monday

and he wasn't so he put
it in his column.

- Would you care for
some cocktails, m'lady?

- No thank you, Hudson, as soon
as His Lordship gets back--

(door slams)

Oh, is that him?

- M'lord.
- Thank you, Hudson.

- What did Mr. Baldwin want?

- He offered me the post
of Under Secretary of State

for Foreign Affairs.

- Oh, Richard.

- Well done, Father.

- But you don't mean that Guy--

- Guy left a note at Downing
Street this morning saying

he thought I was much too old
and recommending someone else.

Baldwin said that's what
made up his mind.

He said he'd always considered
me for it,

but he didn't want someone who
was in Guy Paynter's pocket.

(laughs)

- I don't know.

-[Hudson] Ruby?

- Oh, Ruby, not again!

- Holiday brochures,
Mrs. Bridges.

The advertisement said,
"Get the cruising habit!"

- You put those letters
down at once,

and get on with mashing
the potatoes.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

(peaceful orchestral music)