All language subtitles for hetty.feather.s04e08.hdtv.x264-deadpool

Robert might take Emily for a walk
around the grounds.

If that's to your pleasing.

Lady Grenford - butcher's boy says
she's run out of money.

But this house has been my entire
life.

Please, Mrs Whitock.

Don't make this any more difficult
than it has to be.

Hetty, stop her. You're a snitch,
you know that?

First Vincent, now this.

I'm going to put it back, of course.

How else are we going to help
mother? Not by stealing.

Stop, thief!

If my time below stairs has taught
me anything, it's this -

fate pretty much decides
our lot in life.

What have I told you?
Use the back stairs.

Sorry, Mrs Brody.

But that doesn't mean we have no say
in the matter.

SHE KNOCKS

Come.

Take Mrs Calendar...

Your dress, Miss Constance.

She was a serving girl once upon a
time.

I prefer this one now.

But she took her chances, made a
better life for herself.

Try not to worry.

The vegetable queen competition is
supposed to be fun.

It will be fun.

When I win.

SHE LAUGHS

You'll look lovely in that one.

So far, fate had spoiled
Miss Constance.

I wondered, would life always be so
kind?

BABY CRIES

Hetty, would you remind Mrs Brody
to chivvy the staff?

We leave promptly for the festival
at ten.

Yes, sir.

Because none of us can truly know
what lies ahead.

Hetty, just in time.

One of us has to stay behind.

But Mr Calendar gave all of us the
day off.

A generous gesture, I'm sure, though
hardly a practical one.

There are still the usual chores,
dinner to prepare.

I have surrendered my opportunity to
go to the fair,

as is my duty as housekeeper.

However, I only have one pair of
hands.

So, I've written each of your names
on slips of paper.

Perhaps you would do the honour.

Bad luck, Hetty.

Sometimes, fate has the final word.

Sandwiches should be cut into
triangles, not squares.

How's your grandma at sucking eggs?
This lot is for us.

The sooner we get a proper cook,
the better.

I think you're an excellent cook.

I don't care what everyone says.

I like your boiled beef.

It's a different story when it comes
to your walnut cake.

You did a great job, considering.

Is that all strawberries?

I think I over watered them.

Come back, Jack. All is forgiven.

You'd be wise not to repeat that in
front of Mr Calendar.

That boy is a scoundrel and a
thief.

You don't know that, not for sure.

I know insolence when I see it.

At least we have the fair to look
forward to. I'm not going. Why?

You've surpassed yourselves, girls.

Enjoy your day. You've earned it.

Good morning, Master Edwin.
Good morning. Good morning, sir.

What's the occasion? Trip to the
fair, Mr Buscombe.

Did we not tell you your services
weren't required today?

Must have slipped my mind, sir.
Then why don't you join us?

Thank you, sir. You won't mind
travelling with our cartsman?

Not at all, sir. I've got the ice
cream and lemonade.

Mind your fingers!

Mrs Brody, could you please post
this letter?

It's a matter of great urgency.

Of course, Miss Emily.

Come on, darling. We don't want to
keep our little festival queen
waiting.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

She can't magic your name out of a
chamber pot.

Brody is up to something, I can
feel it.

Keep your head down. I know what
you're like.

Don't be giving her no more
ammunition.

Come on, Gid. We'd better get a head
start. The walk is at least a mile.

Mr Calendar asked if I can travel
with them, to tend to Master Edwin.

See you there, then.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

All aboard, driver. Where's Lizzie?

Do I have to pin her to my apron?

I'll catch you up.

There you are. Come on.

Slowcoach, let's catch up with the
others.

Never mind.
We can commiserate together.

You can start by making the rest
of the beds.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on, come on!

Roll up, roll up!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

I shan't disturb your enjoyment
further.

Thank you for allowing me to share
your carriage, Mr Calendar.

Mrs Calendar. Mr Buscombe.

Mama, Papa!

Look! It's the festival queen tent!

We're here, we're here. Ah!

And with plenty of time to spare.

Better too early than too late,
I suppose.

Perhaps you could play a game of
hoopla while we wait.

Actually, I was hoping to explore.

If I remember rightly, Jack said we
might find dog violets here.

I'll go with Master Edwin, sir.
The ground looks a little uneven.

Thank you, Gideon.
My favourite godson!

What a wonderful surprise.

Indeed. Lady Grenford.

I had no idea the fair was to your
taste.

My dear friend Lady Hensler is on
the judging panel,

so I thought I would arrive early
and oversee affairs on her behalf.

Your tea, Grandmother. Oh.

I do hope they've washed the cup
thoroughly.

Miss Emily. Master Edwin.

A pleasure to see you. I'm sure the
pleasure is all yours.

Shall we? Maybe we CAN get a game in
before we go.

Why is Edwin so upset?

He's missing Jack. The pair shared a
passion for botany.

Well, if you ask me, a real man's
talent lies on the sports field.

Unless it's croquet, of course.

Adieu, Miss Emily. I trust you'll
have a good day.

Roll up, roll up!

Good luck. Good luck, sir.

Oh, nice one, son!

Blimey. Beginner's luck.

If that's how you are when you win,
I'd hate to see you lose.

Sorry, Master Edwin. It's just...

Well, Jack would know exactly where
to look for this flower of yours.

It's not the same without him.

Let's try those woods over there.

I'm sure something will turn up.
Your prize, sir.

Here.

For me?

Roll up, roll up! Six balls for a
coconut. Get your lovely coconut.

Perhaps Master Edwin and Gideon need
some assistance.

I'm sure they'll manage without...
Gid, wait for me!

Roll up, roll up!

Roll up, roll up!

GENERAL CHATTER

But my throat is so tickly, and if
it's tickly, I cannot sing.

Then perhaps it would be best to
save your voice.

Mr Buscombe, hello again.

Have you seen anyone you know?

No, ma'am. The perils of moving to a
new area.

Friendships are a little threadbare.

Then you simply must come and hear
me sing. That's very kind.

But I'm used to my own company,
ever since an early age.

If you'll excuse me.

But why ever not, George?

Fate has dealt you the upper hand.

I'll discuss it with Rosamund.
Oh, if you must.

One of the judges has been taken
ill.

Oh.

Carpe diem, dear boy. Carpe diem.

You must seize the opportunity to
improve your standing.

It's hardly a society ball.

Lady Hensler is on the judging
panel.

Her husband is on the board of the
Cavendish Club.

Charm her, and I am sure she would
speak to him about making you a
member.

Think of the doors it would open.

George and I have agreed we'd
spend time together.

Alas, poor Constance.

What do you mean? Well, without a
third judge,

the competition cannot proceed.

Never mind.
There's always next year.

Ow! You didn't tell me there were
stinging nettles!

What do you say we excuse ourselves
for a little while?

We won't be long. Um...

Master Edwin, is this it?

No, sorry. Dog violets ARE violet.

The clue is in the name.
But that's not them.

They're a bit smaller.

Why don't you search that patch of
ground over there,

and I'll...I'll look over here.

Jack?

Jack, wait!

Ow!

What are you waiting for? Push me!

SHE BLOWS

Are you on your own?

How did you know we'd be here?

The Calendars wouldn't miss a fair
for the world.

Look, I know it looks bad, but I'm
not a thief.

Then why were you in Mr Calendar's
study?

I found the bag by the greenhouse.
I was bringing it back, I swear.

Great. My own best friend can't even
look me in the eye.

It's OK, I believe you.

So will you help me?

Come and see the incredible bendy
woman, Gisela...

You, sir. Madam.

Come and have a look. Please come
and have a look.

The incredible bendy woman.
Final show.

Why are you here? Where's Emily?

Who cares? Humiliating me in front
of her family.

As for her feeble brother -
bad-mouthing me on every turn.

I won't do it, I won't go along with
your plan.

Look at you. Just like your father.

And his father before him.

The latest in a long sorry line of
wastrels.

I am perfectly capable of looking
after myself.

And live on what, precisely?
Thin air?

Miss Emily is our ticket out of
hardship.

Well, I refuse to grovel to a girl.

Very well. At first light, we'll
pay a visit to the recruiter's
office -

see how you fare in a military
uniform.

No, no, no. Please, Grandma, please.

The cavalry is no place for a man
like me.

Then I suggest you treat Miss Emily.

Show her what a catch you are.

Or pretend, at least.

Better luck next time. Gideon, why
don't you come and help?

Perhaps you'll have more luck.

I'd rather not insist.

Yes, Miss Emily.

There you go, mate.
Better luck now, Miss.

Why are you so jumpy?

It's nothing, Miss.

Really, Gideon. You're such a
terrible liar.

Jack's here.

No. Really?

At the fair? He's begged me to help
him write a letter to your father.

Shh.

Hello again.

I was just at the lemonade stall and
I thought, perhaps,

um, well... You know. That's kind,
thank you.

Did you find him? Find who?

Gideon, sir. We were playing
hide and seek.

Whatever for? I'm sure my sister

would much rather that you showed
her around.

Well, the day is still young.

Perhaps later. Go, Emily.

Enjoy yourselves.

I suppose the apple bob does look
rather fun.

So, don't keep me in suspense.

Jack is hiding out behind the
coconut shy and he's desperate.

He says the whole thing is a huge
mistake and he needs our help.

I doubt it wasn't mine.

He took to his heels when he
saw me.

It's not personal, Master Edwin.
He's terrified. Let's go to him.

Master Edwin.

What is it now? Your father has
requested your presence.

He thinks Miss Constance might
appreciate some support.

HE TAKES DEEP BREATH

Your father said to come right now.

I have the decency to try and win
you an apple,

and you're not even watching.

I'm afraid I've been summoned to
this wretched competition.

Well, I'll come with you. Oh, it'll
be dreadfully dull.

I'm sure you've got better things
to do.

Emily, please don't take me for a
fool. I know something is going on.

All right, but you must promise
not to breathe a word.

Jack's here. Well, we must go and
tell your father at once.

You simply mustn't go off like a
Catherine wheel.

Jack's a decent sort.

The least we can do is give him a
chance to explain himself.

Very well.

What are you supposed to do with it?

I don't care what it does. It's what
it means that matters.

What, you and Gid?
Stepping out together?

Do me a favour. He hasn't looked at
you twice since we got here.

We'll soon see about that.

I'd like to sign up.

You wish to enter? I've always
fancied myself a festival queen.

Oh!

Why not? You have as much right to
enjoy the day as the rest of us.

Thank you, sir.

Best of luck, Sheila.

Where's Sheila off to?

Drown herself in the bob apple, with
any luck.

Why don't you tell the whole world?

It's fine. I've sworn Robin to
secrecy.

You have my word. Shouldn't you be
helping Jack write his letter?

We've no paper and pencil,
Miss Emily.

Leave it to me.

PIANO PLAYS

GENTLE APPLAUSE

PIANO CONTINUES

Jack can't be the thief. He's risked
coming to the fair.

Goodness, is that Sheila?

What in heaven's name does she think
she's doing?

I've a pretty good idea.

Watch out, Gideon.

Where did you get those? I told
father I wanted to sketch Constance

while she was singing.
Brains as well as beauty.

Take that to Jack.
Tell him I believe him.

Why would you put so much faith in a
servant, of all people?

He's my friend.

He was caught red-handed in your
father's study.

You are too trusting, if you ask me.
I wasn't.

Go. He'll be waiting.

# I'm called little buttercup,
dear little buttercup... #

# Half a pound of twopenny rice,
half a pound of treacle

# That's the way the money goes,
pop goes the weasel

# Up and down the city wall,
in and out the eagle... #

Oh, dear Lord. Wherever did she
learn such a vulgar ditty?

I believe Lizzie may have tutored
her.

Oh, well, this is precisely what
happens when you let your children

fraternise with the staff.

# That's the way the money goes,
pop goes the weasel. #

APPLAUSE

"I was tending to the cabbage patch
when I came across the bag..."

You are going too fast. No, wait -

"Imagine my surprise when I came
across the bag." Yeah, put that.

"Imagine my surprise when I
came across the bag."

Jack, stop. I can't afford to make a
mistake.

Sorry. Where are you up to?

# Now, if I were a
duchess and had a lot of money

# I'd give it to the boy who's going
to marry me

# But I haven't got a penny, so I
live on love and kisses,

# And be just as happy as the birds
on the tree... #

I think we should go.

Sheila's rather good,
would you not agree, Lady Grenford?

It's hardly a night at the opera.

# My love is looking now at me

# There he is, can't you see?

# Waving his handkerchief

# As merry as a robin,
that sings on a tree. #

APPLAUSE

I thought you found the stolen goods
by the greenhouse.

Cabbage patch, greenhouse,
same difference.

Big mouth, you set me up.

We're here to help. Have you eaten?

Can't go home. It's the first place
the police would look.

Here, I grabbed what I could from
the hamper.

At last, here you are.

Jack, go. Quickly, get after him.

Let me help you up.

I'm fine, thank you.

Your father will be furious if he
finds out we let Jack go.

Jack's done nothing wrong.
You saw him. He assaulted me!

He was scared. My wallet.

It's gone.

Oh, the grubby little...!

My lords, ladies and gentlemen.

After much deliberation, the title
of Festival Queen belongs to...

..Miss Sheila Ormsby.

SNARE AND CYMBAL

APPLAUSE

Congratulations, Sheila.
Thank you, sir.

Hmm!

WHISTLE

What is that dreadful racket?

It sounds like a policeman's
whistle.

George, where are the children?

WHISTLE
Stay here, all right?

Argh, argh!

Stop it! Please, stop it! Get off!
Officer, arrest this man.

I've done nothing wrong.
Don't act the innocent.

You stole my wallet when you
assaulted me.

I didn't! What is this commotion?

I am merely doing the police's job
for them, sir.

His pockets are empty.
Then he must have discarded it.

Why, Jack? We assumed you were happy
in our service.

The gardens, they're a credit to
you.

Did we not treat you well enough?
You do, sir. You did.

I wish I could just live these last
few days over again

and I'll prove to you...
It's too late.

I'm sorry.

Take him away, officer.

Come on.

Woe betide those who cross the
Calendars.

I must say, you've impressed me with
your diligence today.

I'm here to serve, Mrs Brody.

It gladdens me to hear it,

because obedience breeds loyalty and
loyalty breeds trust, Hetty -

and trust brings its own rewards.

Now, clear as you go.

Well done, Robert.

It's thanks to you a shadow has been
lifted from Calendar Hall.

I don't want gratitude or reward,
sir.

No, an invitation to dinner will
more than suffice.

I think perhaps we've had enough
excitement for one day.

Wait.

One of the fairground men found
this.

Master Robert's wallet,
by the bob apple store.

SHE EXHALES

How was I supposed to know it had
fallen from my pocket?

If you had half a brain, you would
have checked first.

If you hadn't have been so
sentimental,

he would have been arrested
hours ago.

What does one expect from a silly
little girl?

How could you?

Your grandson is the most odious man
I've ever met.

SNEEZING

Don't sneeze so close.

It's the flowers.

They're pretty, aren't they?

Still prefer my coconut, though.

You did all you could. If only I'd
kept my mouth shut after I saw him.

Ifs, buts, maybes.

You're going to send yourself round
the twist.

So don't blame yourself.

And that's an order!

SHE HUMS

Oi, that's my song.

# The boy I love is looking now
at me... #

Stop it!

There he is.

# Can't you see, waving his
handkerchief

# As merry as a robin, that
sings on a tree... #

You are back early.

How was the fair?

And fate wasn't kind to Sheila
today, either.

What do you think? You think you've
got it bad, look at this.

Sorry, day off.

But it wasn't fate that kept me at
Calendar Hall.

Mrs Calendar has decided to take tea
in the...

What are you hiding?

My, aren't we quite the little
sleuth?

Why, Mrs Brody?

What did I do? It all begins with
obedience, Hetty.

I see great potential in you,
but you are far too wilful.

That's why I didn't send you to the
fair.

You see, I can and I will keep you
close.

I have the power to make or break
you,

so I strongly advise you keep me
onside.

I had no idea why Brody hated me.

But I would soon find out.

He's a thief! We need to find out
who he's covering for.

Is anybody home?

Have you managed to find out what
she's hiding?

What have you got there? Nothing.

What are you doing?

Stop, thief! Come back here!

You can either tell us why you're
here and what you were doing
upstairs,

or you can explain yourself to
Father.