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[classical music]

[knocking]

- Yeah.

- Good evening.

Shall I draw the curtain, sir?

- Hmm.

Still rotten out, is it?

- Yes, sir, there's rain

and quite a sharp north
eastern wind.

Quite abnormal for
the [mumbles].

More coal in the fire, sir?

- Hmm.

[sighs]

Coal fires in May.

The miners out on strike.

The rest of the country
jumping on the band wagon.

What a mess.

- I gather there's still
hope of a settlement, sir.

The trade union leaders
are adorning the streets

at this very moment.

It's just been announced
on the wires.

- Oh, really?

It should never have been
allowed to come to this.

A general strike is a direct
affront to the government.

An insult to democracy.

It ought to be forbidden by law.

- Oh, I agree with you, sir.

I feel deeply ashamed of
my fellow walking men.

- You, Hudson?

You've got nothing to
be ashamed about.

It's not your fault.

No, no, it's the
fault of the men

like Cook, Thomas,
Bevins, so called leaders.

Having the nerve to hold
the country to ransom.

Threaten the liberty of the
ordinary, descent people.

- Well, we are ready
for them, aren't we sir?

I understand the government
have been laying in

stocks of food and essential
supplies for some months.

- Yes, we're ready for them.

We'll win all right.

What would it cost them, huh?

The whole world's gone
stark, staring mad.

- Another whiskey, sir?

- Hmm? No, thank you,
Hudson really.

- Dinner will be at
8 o'clock, sir.

- Well, all army leaves
been canceled

and there's troops roaming
about all over the country.

- Yeah, and two battleships
sitting in the merzy.

- Where?
- What for?

- Preparing for the fight
to come, Daisy.

- Who told you all that rubbish?

- It's not rubbish, Rose.

We got it from the sarge
in the Marines in the pub,

it's common knowledge.

- Yeah, sarge said
they're probably

gonna call out reservists.

- Well, you're not going, Eddie.

You're done with all that.

You're not fighting anymore.

- I might have no choice, Daisy.

Anyway, I'm ready
if they want me.

- Who's fighting who?

- Yeah, go on Frederick,
tell us.

Who are you gonna fight?

The miners?

- Miners, all the others.

Bus drivers.

- Bus drivers.

- Anybody who goes
on strike, Ruby.

It's not us that started it.

We're just doing our duty for
the country, right Edward?

- Yeah, I suppose so, yeah.

- That's enough of that
lark, both of you.

There is no sense in
anticipating the wash.

- That's right, you tell
him, Mr. Hudson.

- Come on, Ed, let's
go over the news.

- Well, we heard it in
the pub, Mr. Hudson.

There's a lot of argument
going on.

- How many times have I told you

not to be influenced
by pop talk, Edward?

There are decisions
being made even now

by responsible people
in Camdivit.

I am still hopeful that
common sense will prevail.

- With respect, Mr.
Hudson, it was you

who told us only yesterday
all miners was reds.

- They are not.

Me Uncle Lynn's a miner

and he isn't a red.

He is not, Mr. Hudson.

- I gained that information
in good faith

from Mr. Winston
Churchill, Ruby.

I caught it in yesterday's
newspaper.

- Oh, quiet, quiet, there's
a bulletin coming through.

-[Radio Announcer]
There is a message

from the Prime Minister.

- Mr. Baldwin, Mr. Baldwin's
gonna speak.

- [Prime Minister Broadcast]
Be steady, be steady.

- That's not Mr.
Baldwin's voice.

- [Prime Minister Broadcast]
Remember that peace on earth

comes to men of goodwill.

- There, see, peace.

They're talking about peace.

- The strike is on, James.

It's just been announced
officially.

- It's dreadfully inconsiderate.

I'm giving a dinner
party on Wednesday.

Does it mean there'll
be no deliveries?

On Saturday I'm going to
Wales to visit cousins.

- No chance of that my dear.

From midnight tonight
all trains, buses,

all public services
come to a grinding halt.

- Oh, not if we can help it.

We'll drive the trains
ourselves, won't we James?

Archie Dunlop's dying
to drive one.

He'll take you to Wales, Pru.

- Does he know the way?
[laughter]

- You just point the thing
and follow the rails,

don't you, it's easy.

- Well, the thought
of any of my friends

manning the railways fills
me with absolute terror.

[laughing]

- What happened to the
talks last night?

- It ended in confusion.

Apparently some Daily
News printers

refused to print an article
which condemned the strike.

When Baldwin got
to hear about it

and sent Jimmy Thominson
Company home.

Far too hasty in my opinion.

I mean, nobody wants
this wretched strike.

Look into Baldwin and
help them save face.

- It's too late now.

He put the barricades up.

- Don't be silly.

- Why not?

This is the house of a prominent
member of the government.

It should be one of
the first targets.

- Targets? For what, James?

- Stones, bricks, rifle shot.

- Don't be so alarmist, James.

- I'm not, I'm being practical.

This has been coming
since the war

and people just shut
their eyes to it.

It happened in Russia,
it will happen here.

- Of course it won't, James.

None of my friends think so.

They all think it's
rather a lark.

- A lark?

- Well, nobody tells me
who the fight is between.

Now, the strikers say they're
not against the government,

but against the mine owners.

But the only mine
owner I know is

darling fuddled old
Arthur Barrymore

and he wouldn't hurt a fly.

- It's rather more
complicated than that, Pru.

My chief warriors, we
don't know what sort of

resistance they'll put up.

I mean, I don't go
as far as James,

but there's certainly a
strong feeling of resistance

in the working class, rather
like the early days of the war.

- Then we must meet it, Father.

We've got law and
order on our side.

It is intolerable that we
should be threatened like this.

- That's the line Winston
Churchill's taking.

The trade owners have
thrown down the gauntlet.

They must take the consequences.

- Whatever that means.
- There'll not be a time

for debate now, James.

I must go to the house.

Prudence, can I give you a lift?

- Oh, thank you, Richard.

I can see Edward is
going to be much demand.

Will you hire him out?

- Oh, Hudson, have
you heard the news?

- I have my lord and I'm
deeply concerned by it.

- Well, let's all pull
together, do what we can.

Tell Edward to bring the
car around, will you?

- Yes, my lord.

- Thank you, Hudson.

- I was wondering about
her ladyship, my lord.

She was to have returned
from Envonist tomorrow,

but in view of the
uncertainty about the trains.

- Oh my God, yes, well
leave it to me, Hudson.

I'll telephone her tonight.

- Very good, my lord.

One other thing, my lord.

- Yes?

- They have been calling on
the wireless for volunteers

for special constable duties

and I wondered if I might have
your permission to reenlist.

- Yes, good idea, Hudson.

- Will you be volunteering?

- What for?

- I don't know, anything.

I'm going to.

Dolly says she's going
to be a postman.

- I wouldn't do anything
so frivolous.

- It's not frivolous.

If they won't do the jobs then
we've got to do them instead.

They'll soon find out
what we're made of

and then they'll
have to give in.

- And do you think they're
gonna stand by and watch you?

You'll be breaking a strike.

They'll attack you, blood
is bound to be spilt.

- And what do you suggest?

Drive around in armored cars?

- Well, it might just
come to that.

- [laughing] Oh, don't be
silly, James, not in England.

Unless people like
you want it to.

Go around talking about
Russia and blood being spilt

then of course it'll be ghastly.

Dolly said to me the other day--

- Dolly, Dolly, Dolly!

I don't give a damn
what Dolly says!

Listen Georgina, a small
group of people

are directly challenging the
authority of the government.

They are deliberately trying
to cripple our economy

and drive us to the
point of surrender.

They have forced us
to mass our defenses

and they might just
be stupid enough,

and misguided enough to
fight us all the way.

And all you and your
friends can do

is to regard it like
some huge lark

to fill the boredom
of your empty lives.

Well, I tell you Georgina,
it's damn irresponsible.

[door slams]

- Pompous ass.

[telephone ringing]

- Beg pardon, Mr. Hudson,
you're wanted on the telephone.

Rose is holding on for you.

- Oh bother it, oh thank
you, Fredrick.

- Having trouble, are you?

- No, no, it's quite all right.

- I was wondering if I
might join the specials

as well, Mr. Hudson?

- No, you are wanted
here, Fredrick.

It is absolutely essential
that you should be--

- Mr. Hudson.
- Oh, I thank you, Rose.

Here, hold this.

- It's Mrs. Bridges
from Phoenix now.

- Oh, hello, hello, Mrs.
Bridges how are you, my dear?

How's the weather
in Phoenix too?

Oh, we're fine, fine.

Keeping our spirits
up, you know?

Oh, yes, yes I know,
it's shocking isn't it,

but it all seems very
calm here at the moment.

What?

Speak up, my dear, I can't?

Oh, the trains?

No, no, I have no
information about the trains

and her ladyship is
delayed up in Scotland too.

Oh well, they should just
stay on down there, my dear.

- Enjoy the sea air.
- We can manage.

- What?
- We can manage.

- Yes, look I have
got to go now Kate.

I'll put you back to Rose.

Good-bye, my dear, look
after yourself.

Yes, oh she's worried
about a food shortage.

- Hello, Mrs. B, Rose again.

Yes, we've been told
not to worry.

Yes, I know that, but.

Yes, but the wireless says we
mustn't hoard, Mrs. Bridges.

We're not allowed.

Yes, but we've got to
do what we've been to--

You silly old.

- Oh have you seen Eddie, Fred?

- Well, isn't he back yet?

- No, he's been gone ages.

He only went to get the milk.

- He had to go to
White Park for it.

They set up a center there.

Probably had to cue
up, don't worry.

You're under arrest,
Mrs. Barnes.

- Fredrick, I'll take that.

- Mr. Hudson, who are you
gonna use this tringent on?

- Anyone who misbehaves, Ruby.

Now get on with your work.

- Mrs. Bs in a fair old state.

She reckoned the whole
world's coming to an end

and we're all gonna starve.

- Ah, well you know
Mrs. Bridges, Rose.

She never likes to
miss a crisis.

Now, I don't know what my
rotor of duty is yet, Rose,

but you'll be in charge
here while I'm gone.

See that everything
runs smoothly.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, Eddie's back.

- Eddie!
- It's all right, Dais.

- What's happened, have
you had an accident?

- There's nothing wrong,
just a scratch.

- Ruby, fetch some
water quickly.

- Did you get the milk?

- Nevermind the milk,
just look at him.

- Yeah, I got the milk.

- What happened?

- Well, it was all quite
peaceful in Old Park really.

There are crowds
of people there,

but I just got back to
the car with the milk.

Like his lordship said,
there was a note in the car

saying signal for a lift.

Well, this great big
bloke comes across to me,

eight foot tall, he was.

He sticks his head in
through the window,

asks me how much wages I got

and calls me a scab and
then gets hold of my nose

and tries to twist
it off my face.

[laughing]

- Don't laugh, Rose,
it's bloody painful.

- It's not funny, Rose.

Look, it's torn the
skin right off.

- Well, it doesn't look
too serious, Edward.

Now, I must be off now
and report for duty.

- You be careful, Mr. Hudson.

- I will, Rose, but if
any hooligan attempts

to twist my nose, God help him.

Oh, Ruby.

- Why pick on me, that's
what I don't understand.

I mean, what have
I done to anyone?

- You was wearing a
chauffeurs uniform

and driving a posh car,
he reckoned you were

out there striking with them.

- Or starved, that is.

I mean, we've got no
grievances, have we?

- No, we haven't, so
what are we all doing

standing around like this?

Ruby, get back to the kitchen.

[water running]

- Will you be wearing
this one, Miss?

- Oh no, Daisy, the
dance has been canceled.

Didn't I tell you?

I'm sorry, no, I want
my gray dress.

I'm being taken for a
drive to the east end

to see what things are like.

- Do be careful, Miss.

Edward got injured today.

- What happened,
is he all right?

- Well, he got his nose
injured, it was nasty.

He's all right now, just a
bit shaken up, that's all.

I don't like him driving
around in that big car.

They say things are
gonna get worse.

- I'm sure they won't, Daisy.

It's just people talking.

- I don't know what's
going on really.

There's Hudson saying that
all the reds are miners

and Bolshers and they want
to murder the government.

Then Ruby gets upset because
her Uncle Lynn's a miner.

- I wish I could explain
it to you, Daisy,

but I really don't understand
it myself.

[knocking]
Come in.

Hello.

- Anything else, Miss?

- No, thank you, Daisy.

I can manage now.

- Well, what have you
been doing today?

- Watching my friends
deciding how we can help.

By the way, Dolly isn't going
to be a postman after all.

- Thank God for that.

- She's become a train
announcer at Paddington Station.

And what about you?

- Well, I went down to
see my old regimen.

- Did they need you?

- No, no, not at the moment.

They suggested I
offer my services

to the London General
Omnibus Company.

- And have you?

- Yes, as a matter of fact
I signed on as a driver.

I start in the morning.

- Oh James, that's wonderful.

Can I be your conductress?

- No, you can not, Georgina.

This is not games,
this is serious.

Anyways, as a matter of fact,

I've already been assigned
my conductor,

a young Oxford scholar.

So, you find your own bus.

- Mrs. Bridges is still
in Phoenix, my lord,

and Frederick has gone
with the major this morning

on the major's omnibus.

- Is Frederick a special?

- Oh, he has not been
officially involved, my lord,

but I understand that
he is acceptable

due to the shortage of specials
covering the bus routes.

- Good morning.

I'm sorry I haven't been
able to talk to you before,

but these are busy days
for politicians.

Now I don't want to go
into all the issues,

who's right and who's
wrong in this dispute.

I'm sure you realize
very clearly

that for the future life and
prosperity of this country

the strike must not be
allowed to succeed.

Nor, on the other hand,
must it develop into a

violent and bitter struggle
between the classes.

A solution will be found.

In the meantime we
must show restraint

and patience, and good humor.

Avoid trouble, if we
can, in the streets.

Help anyone who needs us.

That's the best way you
can show your loyalty

to the household
and your country.

Anything you want to ask me?

- Yes, me lord, I'd just
like to now advise you

to continue offering
lifts to people

because of what happened
the other day.

- Oh yes, me lord.

- Well, I must leave that to
your own discretion, Edward.

I think we should offer lifts,

but obviously if there's
a risk of provocation

then better to opt for peace.

- Thank you, my lord.

- Any trouble with
food supplies?

- Oh, not so far, my lord.

- No increase in prices either.

- Funny that.
[doorbell ringing]

- Daisy?

- What about coal?

- We are all allowed
100 weight per household

per week, my lord.

- I'm picking ours up this
afternoon in the motor

with your permission, my lord.

- Oh yes, oh yes.

Services are improving steadily
everyday thank goodness.

Four days now seems
to be long enough

for people to want to
get back to work.

- I understand quite
a few of the trains

are now running, my lord.

Will that mean her ladyship
is returning?

- Not for the moment, no Hudson.

I spoke to her last night.

Ruby, were those your
apple dumplings

we had last night?

- Yes, me lord.

- Oh, they were excellent.

Mrs. Bridges would have
been proud of them.

- Thank you, me lord.

- Well, I must leave you
to get on with your work.

Let me know if you
have any problems,

- will you Hudson?
- Very good, my lord.

- Good heavens.

- The boy just delivered
them from series, me lord.

He says they're charged
to our account.

- Rose! Who ordered these?

- I think this is some sort
of joke, Hudson, I'm sure.

- I'll look into it
at once, my lord.

[laughing]

- Is she heavy, sir?

- Not too bad except
around corners.

I say Freddie, don't
brandish that Trojan.

We don't want to provoke
unnecessary trouble.

- No, sir.

- Whoa.

There's some more customers.

- [mumbles] come along.

Come along, ladies,
ladies up with the ride.

I'm your bus conductor
and I'll conduct you

anywhere you like.

Any more now? No.

Here we go then.

[bell ringing]

- Poor Virginia, marooned
in Scotland.

- Oh, she's quite happy
to stay there.

She doesn't relish the
thought of the flying Scotsman

being driven by some
elderly lunatic girl.

- I heard the journey yesterday

took 37-and-a-half hours,
can it be true?

- Quite probably.
- Thank you, Daisy.

How unexpected.

- We discovered who
they come from, me lord.

They were ordered
by Mrs. Bridges.

- Mrs. Bridges, good God?

- She telephoned to say
had they arrived safely.

Well, she said of so many
dances and receptions

and that will be canceled
because of the strike

the caterers wouldn't know
what to do with the food

so why shouldn't we have it.

- What a resourceful woman.

- All right, Daisy, thank you.

- I have been resourceful
too, Richard.

You'll never guess my secret.

- I'm sure I can't.

- I've become a landlady.

- What?
- Yes.

Quite by chance I
overheard these two lovely

swagger youths who'd
come down from Oxford

to be guards on the underground,

complaining that they
no where nice to stay.

So I've put them in
Agatha's old room.

They were so polite and clean.

How could I refuse?

Lady Howard Duwaldon
has 200 of them.

She sleeps them in the ballroom.

- Excellent idea, Prudence,
splendid.

- Well, it's doing one's bit.

And it won't be for long

now that Sir John Simon
has said the whole thing

is illegal and we
can put all those

beastly leaders into prison.

- You are quite wrong
there, my dear.

John Simon's move has
caused a lot of ill feeling.

The King won't have anything
to do with it

and I whole heartedly
agree with him.

His own subjects thrown into
prison for their beliefs?

That would be the end
of this country.

[horn honking]

- Good days work so far, eh?

- Yeah, not bad.

- You like [mumbles].

No, it's all right, I live here.

Fredrick, turn the engine
off will you?

We've got to turn it.

- Thank you very much.

I say, what a jolly nice house.

- Oh hello, I just though
I'd bring my conductor

back for a drink
between journeys.

Lady Prudence Fairfax, Andrew--

- Bovery, sir.
- My father.

- Hello, how are you?

- Very well.

- Where have you left the bus?

- Outside in the street.

[laughing]

Well, it will be all
right, won't it?

- I guess, I suppose so.

- Andrew, what will you have?

- A glass of beer, please.

- I haven't got any beer.

- Oh.
- Sherry?

- Sherry would be very
nice, thank you.

- Well, have you
met any troubles?

- Oh yes, do tell us
your adventures.

- Me afraid, what about
your time table?

- It really don't matter,
they expect delays.

A cup of tea, Rose.

- Get it yourself.
- Charmed.

- Rose isn't eating please,
whatever next?

- A spirit of the times, Ruby.

- Major's gone off his
head if you ask me.

- Anyone try and stop
you on the bus, Fred?

- No, got called
a few rude names.

Strike breakers and that.

It was all a picnic really.

You wouldn't know there's
a war going on.

- There isn't.

- Oh, there is Rose,
there's riots in east end.

They said so.

- That's a really strange
thing you know, Daisy.

I know I got my nose
tweaked the other day.

It was painful, I felt
a really charlie, but

since then driving
around in the car

seeing groups of people
and bus drivers

and engine drivers just
standing around out of work

in support of the miners.

Well, it got me thinking that

perhaps we should be
out there with 'em.

- Yes, that's what I think.

- Out on strike?

- Yeah, well don't
you think so, Fred?

I mean, they're only asking
for a descent living wage.

Now everyone deserves that.

- Yeah, and we know what
it's like, don't we Ed?

- Yeah.

- I don't agree with you, Eddie.

None of our business.

I mean, they're disrupting
the country.

You can't do that and
get away with it.

- What can you do
if nobody listens?

- How do you know
nobody listens?

Do you think people like
his lordship don't listen?

- Well, if he listens
to them, Rose,

why don't they get
what they ask for?

- Yeah, Rose, why?

- Don't ask me, not
enough to go around.

Anyway, we shouldn't
be speaking like this.

Didn't you hear his lordship
asking for our loyalty?

That's a fine way to repay him.

- Eddie's not disloyal,
he's loyal as anyone.

- Well, let him show
it and shut up.

There's cleverer people
than what you and Edward are

telling us every day
that it's wrong.

On the wireless explaining
that it's causing

untold misery and hardship
and you go on talking

that drivel, just don't
let Mr. Hudson catch you.

That's all I can say.
[telephone ringing]

- All right, Rose, steady on.

Oh, blimey, sheesh.

- Oh, Daisy, there's
more of these outside.

Could you bring them in for me?

- Yes, Miss.
- Thank you.

- Georgina.
- Oh, Georgina.

- What's that bus doing outside?

- You'll have to ask
James about that.

Now what are you doing?

- I'm taking the British
Gazette up to Manchester

in Billy Hollands Bentley.

He's coming to pick me up.

- Very commendable.

I'll walk the house if
you don't mind, Prudence.

I feel like some air.

- Oh, is it safe?

- I think so, nicer.

No sign of revolution
in the streets

as far as I can see.

- I suppose I could always
go by the bus. [laughing]

- Risky now, Pru.

- Georgina Worsley.

We have met, haven't we?

Andrew Bovery.

- How do you do?

- I'm up at New College.

We met at the come in last year.

Freddie Stanton's party,
don't you remember?

I'm a conductor.

Ding-ding.

- Oh, you mean on James' bus.
- Yes.

Terrific fun. [laughing]

- I can imagine.
- Yes.

I say, you don't happen
to know of anywhere

I could stay, do you?

I'm stuck on an absolute
prison sort of a bed

in the empress hall at
the moment, it's agony.

- Well, I'm afraid
there's really--

- Do you want somewhere to stay?

Well, why didn't you say so?

You can come and stay with me.

- Oh well, that's very
descent of you, lady Prudence,

but are you sure?

- Of course I am.

If you don't mind
sharing a bedroom

with two of your confrere.

James, give the dear
boy my address.

I'll see you this evening then.

- Thank you.

- Come on, Andrew,
problem solved.

Come on, back to duty.

- Well, perhaps some
other time then?

-[James] Come along,
passengers are waiting.

- Goodbye, Georgina.
- Goodbye.

Oh, Daisy, would you take
this to the servants hall?

They're in rather short supply

and I'm sure Hudson
would like one.

- Thank you very much, Miss.

[chatter in the streets]

- Ah, lads, here's another one.

- What are we stopped for?

- Hello there.

Are you gonna let us through?

- Do we try and shift 'em, sir?

- Not much hope of that.

We're out numbered.

Well, if you won't
let us through

perhaps you can tell us
another way to Hendon?

- What do you wanna
go to Hendon for?

- Well, I don't particularly
want to go to Hendon,

but my passengers do.

In fact, they've paid
strumpets for the privilege.

- It's a nice day, they can
walk like the rest of us.

[crowd agreeing]

- Look old chap, are you
going to let me through

or am I gonna have to
try and zig-zag past you?

[laughing]

- Zig-zag, go on.

- I wouldn't rely much
on my control.

I haven't done much
zig-zagging lately.

[booing]

- Come on, get off the bus.

[crowd yelling]

[laughing]

- Come on, let's go.

- You won't get far.

Your engines boiling.

[laughing]

- Damn!

Fredrick, do you know
anything about engines?

- It needs some water.
- Hmm?

- In the radiator, sir.
- Oh, yes.

Well, the canteen
should have some.

- It should have, sir.

Want me to ask them, sir?

- Well, it's worth a try.

- Could I have some
water, please?

[laughing]
- Fredrick!

- Thanks.

Damn descent of you.

- Anything to oblige an officer.

[laughing]

- I got soaked.

I'll bleeding catch
pneumonia, I will.

- There you are, see.

Do you still wanna join 'em?

- All right, Rose, nothing
serious happened, he said so.

- It would've if I
have had my way.

I'd got in the bus and
run the whole bleeding lot

of 'em over and be done with it.

- That's pretty mean,
just look at him.

- Yeah, all right, all right.

- Well, the major saved it.

Knew how to handle 'em,
making a joke about it,

calming 'em down, otherwise I--

- Quiet, here's a bulletin.

- [Radio Broadcaster] Towards
resumption of negotiations.

Mr. Baldwin's declaration
still stands

and the general strike
order must be withdrawn

before there can be any
discussion of peace.

- It says here in the
paper that workers

are going back 'cause they're
fed up with the strike.

- [Radio Broadcaster] DMC has
been an uncompromising no.

The cabinet declares firmly
that it cannot discuss terms

while any question of
intimidation remains.

- There you are, intimidation.

- [Radio Broadcaster]
Meanwhile it's reported

that London has solved most
of it's traffic problem.

- Oh, no, they're calling the
strike a sin against God, now.

Even Cardinal Ball has said so.

I can't agree with that, Rose.

- There's two people
coming down the steps.

I wonder who it is.

[doorbell ringing]

- Does Miss Ruby
Finch work here?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Well, be a good lass, tell her

her Uncle Lynn is
here and this is

Mr. Thompson from Dursley.

- Oh, come in.

Ruby, there's two gentlemen
to see you.

- Uncle Lynn.
- Hello, Rubila.

Just thought we'd stop
in to see you.

I'll have a piece of
cake and a cup of tea

if there's one going.

- Come all the way from
Yorkshire, have ya?

- Aye. Mr. Thompson and me,

we have pit delegation to see

for mine workers for duration.

Come to loan they have
a meeting tonight.

Ruby, you'd remember
Mr. Thompson, don't ya?

Lived in our street.

- Eh, she'll not remember me.

She's not seen me since
she were a little lass.

- Ruby's told us all about you.

- Aye, I just told Lewis
about you and the others.

- Aye, somewhat of
a house is this.

- Cup of tea.

- Oh, tell us, tell us.

- So how are things
up in Barnsley?

- Rose means are you winning?

- Oh, we'll win all right.

- We've got to win.

- We're not fighting
this constitution.

We're fighting for bread.

We're making no demands,
we're not chasing moon.

- Just a simple living wage.

- Yes, but I thought
it was the miners.

What started it?

- No, lass, we're forced
on this by it's owners

when they locked us out and
government supported 'em.

- But Church says we're right.

Arch Bishop of Canterbury
himself.

- Aye, and BBC won't
broadcast what he says.

- No.
- Government won't let him.

Call ourselves a Christian
country.

- Yeah, well, very interesting
all this,

but we get told a different
story down here really.

I mean, don't we?

- You would, lad.

You gotta listen to wireless
and read this stuff.

Winston Churchill clattering on

about us being revolutionaries.

Wanting civil war.

It's lies, propaganda.

- Aye, not but a stunt
to panic for, that's all.

- My Eddie got attacked,
you tell 'em Ed.

- It was nothing serious, Dais.

- Aye, well a few maybe, but

not most of us.

We're peaceful, law abiding.

We done our fighting
against Germans.

- If you want a truthful picture

take a look at our paper.

That'll tell you
what we're like.

- Oh, I'd like to
see this, thanks.

- See, most folks don't
know a miners life.

They don't know conditions.

Not even young Ruby here
coming south as she did.

- It's not just muck
and long hours.

- It's danger and all.
- Right.

Every five hours a man
or boy is killed in mine.

Every five hours.

900 maimed every day,
some for life.

We still find skeletons

of little lads and
lasses down there.

And over what?

A weekly wage of roughly
56 shillings.

Owners are demanding
now that rate drops

to seven and and
seven of a shift.

Not me if given a
five up to weekly,

come down to 41 shillings
a week.

And we have to keep wives
and families on that.

- They say owners don't
make profits.

Do you know what Duke in
Hofflenmen makes in an hour?

13 pound, 10 shilling
and paid holidays.

- We didn't know it was
like that, did we Rose?

- Well, we're not asking
you to fight our battles.

- There are plenty of workers
are fighting with us though.

Different, you know, workers
in different occupations.

They know we've got a cause.

- You ask what it's
like in Bardsley, lass.

It's rough, I can tell you.

Folk have been driven back
to work if not happen soon.

- No, they won't.

They've come this far and
they'll stick it out now.

- If government would
just nationalize industry,

get it out of owners hands,

then we'd have a fair chance.

- Ah, that's the answer,
nationalize.

- This is Ruby's Uncle Lynn

and his friend Mr.--

- Thompson.
- Thompson.

Just popped in to say hello.

This is our butler, Mr. Hudson.

- Pleased to meet
you, Mr. Hudson.

Finch is the name.

- How do you do, Mr. Finch?

- How do?

- Mr. Thompson.

- What's happened to
you, Mr. Hudson?

Looks like you've
been in a fight.

- Yes, look at you.

Ruby, come make Mr.
Hudson a cup of tea.

Go on.

- Yes, there was one
involved in a wee scuffle.

Two youths writing seditious
slogans on the pavement.

- Well, did you catch
them, Mr. Hudson

or did they get away?

- No, I managed to apprehend
them both I'm happy to say.

They won't trouble us
again for a wee while.

- Good for you, Mr. Hudson.

- You mean, Mr. Hudson,
that you can catch people

and put them in prison.

- After they've had a
fair trial, yes Daisy.

- I didn't know that.

- Neither did I, temporary power

entrusted to me under
the emergency powers act.

You say you dropped in
to see Ruby, Mr. Finch,

all the way from Bardsley?

- Yes, they've just come
up for a, what's it called?

- Delegation meeting.

- For the miners, that's right.

- Did you travel up by train?

- [laughing] You'll not get
us on no black leg trains.

- We came up on back
of coal, laddie.

17 of us in the rain.

- That's uncomfortable.
- Right.

- And you're both returning
to Yorkshire?

Are you not meeting
with your families?

- Aye, if they need us,
but it's question

of where need is most.

- I would have thought
the most urgent need

was to call the strike off, now.

You've gained nothing from it.

The country is still
on it's feet

in spite of your efforts.

- We've no wish to wreck
this country, Mr. Hudson.

- Haven't you?

- Yeah, it's you
that wrecking it

with your black leg labor
and special constables

putting young straggers
behind bars.

- It is the duty of every
loyal subject of this country

to do what he can against
the forces of evil

who are out to destroy
our liberty.

- Liberty?

It's all right for you
living down here

talking about liberty.

- What Mr. Hudson means is

he don't want us to be
fighting each other.

Don't you, Mr. Hudson?

- It's all right, lass,
we know what he means.

- Aye.
- Come on, Arnold.

We've outstayed our welcome.

Goodbye, Mr. Hudson, it's
been instructive meeting you.

- Goodbye, Mr. Finch.

Mr. Thompson.

- Uncle Lynn, me mom's
not starving, is she?

- No lass, but plenty are.

- Give her me love.

- We will, she'll be
glad we dropped by.

- Now, you'll come again
before you go, won't you?

Please.

-[Rose] Ruby, where's
Mr. Hudson's cup of tea.

- We'll do our best, love.

-[Rose] Ruby!

- Well, I'll get to
work, I suppose.

- What's that, Edward?

- What?

- That paper you're
holding, let me see it.

Who gave you this?

- Ruby's uncle, Mr. Hudson.

- What has been going
on here, Rose?

- Nothing.

- Do you know what this
rag is, Edward?

- It is a seditious
propaganda sheet

put out by communists.

- No, it is not, Mr.--

- You be quiet, girl!

It is printed by traitors
and I forbid a copy

of it in this house.

Ruby, take this out
and burn it at once.

Rose, you come with me,
I want to talk to you.

Shut the door.

I can see now it is
not safe to leave

this house for one moment.

- What do you mean, Mr. Hudson?

- Those two miners, Rose.

Two of the very people
we are fighting

whom you see fit to entertain.

- I couldn't help it,
it wasn't my fault.

Ruby's Uncle Lynn, I
couldn't throw them out.

- You could and should
have, Rose,

as a duty to this household.

Have you no intelligence, girl?

This is the house of a prominent

member of the government.

Things are spoken here
and written down

that could be of immense
value to the wrong people.

- They're not spies, Mr. Hudson.

- They are enemies
and traitors, Rose.

- They're not, Mr. Hudson.

They're Englishmen, the
same as you and me

and that don't mean that
I believe everything

that they say, but at
least we can show them

some civility, they're
not enjoying

this wretched strike
anymore than we are!

- All right, calm down,
calm down, Rose.

All I'm trying to point
out to you is that

feelings on both sides
are running very high

at the moment and it
is up to the saner ones

among us to control
these passions

and cut out any loose talk
that could disturb people

like Edward and Fredrick
and Daisy and Ruby.

It is up to us, Rose,
to set an example of

responsibility and loyalty.

Yes, there's law to best
of us only this morning.

Now I don't want those people
in this house ever again.

Is that understood, Rose?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Very well.

We'll say no more about
it, off you go now.

- Seven days now.

Baldwin claims to be
the man of peace

and he's sitting back
doing nothing.

- Yes, well what else can he do

while the strike
nears remain out?

- Plenty of things he can do.

He can talk to people
in private.

Mine owners, union leaders.

You know what else,
with something to offer.

And thrash the whole thing out.

He can listen to people.

Men of his own government.

Men of vision, ideas
and vast experience.

Last night I was with
two ex vice royals,

Redding and Windbourne
and a few others.

We sat up half the night
drafting several formulas.

Handed them this morning
to Baldwin

and he hasn't even
acknowledged them.

I'm not saying we
have the answers,

but at least we're
trying every way we know

to find the compromise.

- Dad, but why should
we compromise?

We're winning, we're proving
that the longer it goes on.

- The longer it goes
on, James, the worse

will be the consequences.

Both sides becoming
more entrenched

and your line, the war
of attrition will be

absolutely disastrous.

- Yes, well I know.

I have rather modified my views.

I expected a blood bath and
I was wrong, I admit it,

but we are still being
intimidated.

You'll find stories of that.

State of war still exists.

We got them on the run so why
should we let them escape?

- Oh, they're beaten already.

You should see them
off in Manchester.

They're fed up and worn out.

Billy Holland says they
think the country

has let them down.

- Yes, perhaps he's right.

- Oh, you can't blame
the country.

It's their own leaders
they should blame

to fire them and
get back to work.

- They can't do that, James.

To fire their own leadership?

It will be the end of
the trade unions.

You must have strong
unions for the future

good of this country.

- Now, yes, that's where I
disagree with you, father.

Their leaders have
been discredited.

They've committed a criminal act

and they must be punished.

- Why do you always have
to talk like this, James?

About punishment and war?

The war is over and
people don't want

to hear about it anymore.

They just wanna be left in
peace with enough to eat

and they want to
enjoy themselves.

I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted.

Goodnight, Uncle Richard.

[door slams]

[music playing]

[sighs]

[knocking]
- Hmm?

- Whiskey, sir.
- Hmm.

- Would you like me to keep
the firelight for you, sir?

- Hmm, no, no.

I suppose we better try and save

the wretched stuff.

Well, what do you make
of it all, Edward?

- Make of what, sir?

- The strike, do you
think it's justified?

- Oh, no sir.

- Why not?

- Well, I think it's wrong, sir.

The wrong way to
go about things.

- Um-hmm, how would
you go about things?

- Me, sir?

Why I don't know.

Well, certainly not this way.

Causing hardship to people
and suffering.

- Quite right, Edward.

- Is that all, sir?

- Yes, goodnight Edward.

- Yes, yes.

Well, that's splendid news.

Thank you for telephoning,
goodbye.

The end's in sight.

The TUC leaders are at
Downing Street now.

They've agreed to call
off the strikes

so that negotiations with
the miners can begin.

- But so sudden?

- All things going up
behind the scenes.

James, you heard the news?

The strike should be
called off within the hour.

- Oh yes, yes, I
had heard a rumor

of it down at the bus station.

- Herbert Samuel, chairman
of the coal commission,

has worked out a formula
that Jimmy Thomas

has finally agreed to accept.

- Yeah, Thomas may have,
but what about the miners?

- They'll have to, they
have no choice.

Now come on, let's celebrate.

- No, no, I must get back to
my lodgers and see them off.

Oh, I shall miss them.

Your bus conductor, James,
was delightful.

A fund of amusing stories.

He quite turned my head.

- What's the matter, James?

Aren't you pleased, it's over?

- Yes, well yes, I'm pleased.

- Fair trial of strength.

Both sides kept their heads.

Loyalty and self sacrifice,
very little anger.

I think the whole nation
can be proud, don't you?

- Yes, what happens
when we finish

congratulating ourselves?

- There'll be no vindictiveness
from the government.

Oh, no, no, Baldwin's
given his word on that.

Industry will be reorganized.

Strikers will be
reinstated without penalty.

- Yes, I obviously see
the waste of it all.

Campaign for massive
guns against a

pathetic, futile enemy.

- Kept our civil liberty, James.

Great attest.

[singing and music playing]

- I'm trying to listen.

- Oh, I wouldn't bother, Rose.

We've heard the important part.

- You gonna miss your
constable duties, Mr. Hudson?

- Not a bit of it, Frederick.

It gives me no pleasure
chasing hooligans

in May, I can assure you.

- Quite a bit of a
let down really.

I mean, there are no more
bloody battles in the street.

- Oh, don't get your
nose tweaked.

[laughing]

- Will they be getting
more money?

- What Ruby?

- The miners, will they
get more money?

- Of course they will, Ruby,
won't they, Mr. Hudson?

- From what I gather they'll
get the same money, Ruby.

They won't lose any.

Listen, everybody up standing.

[national anthem playing]

[doorbell ringing]
- Wait, Frederick.

All right, Frederick.

Now, back to your
duties everybody.

We've allowed things to
become very slip shard

these past few days.

- Ruby's Uncle Lynn, Mr. Hudson.

- Ah, come in Mr. Finch,
Mr. Thompson.

You've heard the
news, I take it?

- What news?

- The strike is over.

It was announced five
minutes ago on the wireless.

- Yeah, you lost, I'm afraid.

- It is not a question
of losing, Frederick.

Sir Herbert Samuel has
put forward a proposal

that has been accepted
by all sides.

- Not by us it hasn't.

We rejected his proposal
last night.

It was against everything
we've been fighting for.

- Aye, it demanded a
reduction of wages

as a basis for negotiations.

- Well, that just may be,

but your leader Mr. Thomas--

- Thomas?
- He's not our leader.

- He's not consoled us, he's
done us behind our backs.

I knew he would.

- But the strike's over

and people are going
back to work.

- We're not going back.

They'll have to consult
us delegates first

and rank and file.

It's not all over us.

- That's surely rather a narrow
point of view, Mr. Thompson.

My advice to you
both would be to

accept the decision
of the majority.

- Thanks, Mr. Hudson, but we
can do without your advice.

Come on, let's go back
to Russel Square

and find out what's going on.

- Uncle Lynn.

Look, take these to me mom.

They're back in their
canopies and [mumbles].

Well, worse you get
sight of them.

- Bye, lass.

[cheering]

[horns honking]

- Taxi!

[cheering]

[upbeat music]