All language subtitles for Servants.S01E05.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

[upbeat music]

No one must ever know about us.

Now, we've got to be
really clever about this.

I guarantee that everyone
in this house,

is on the make, one
level or another.

You're a thief.

I have no pension.

I thought, maybe 10
guineas a year.

You have disappointed me.

That makes two of us.

[boy screaming]

Mr Jarvis!

The boy's dead!

Mr Forrest is blameless.

Why don't we just sack him?

[upbeat music]

[people chattering]

[women cheering]

[water splashing]

[dramatic music]

Come on.

Christ, these kecks have
frozen to my bollocks.

[eerie music]

[upbeat music]

Mr Matkin.

I am withholding two
shillings, as agreed.

Three late mornings, and
one absence from supper.

-Yes, Mr Jarvis.
-Otherwise,

well done.

Good performance.

Ready to give them
what they want,

before they know they want it.

Keep it up.

Thank you, Mr Jarvis.

[Frederick pretending to cry]

He's so silly.

Mr James.

12 pounds.

You'll feel better

when you cleared your
debts, Frederick.

And the love of money
is the root of all evil.

I hope you won't gamble it away.

Thank you, sir.

Two shillings for
a crystal bowl.

Four and thruppence
for boot repairs.

That'll learn him look
after them, won't it.

Mr Forrest.

William Forrest.

No Mr Forrest?

Ah, he'll be with the Earl.

Poorly again with
his boils, sir.

[upbeat music]

[The Earl] Oh, come on.

Let's get it done.

[groaning]

Ah. Come on, man.

Bloody painful.

[groaning]

[pained shouting]

Even after paying all my fines,

I've still got three
pounds left.

That's two to my ma, and
a whole pound for me.

Here I am, girls.

Mr Moneybags himself!

Come on, let me at it.

I've got less than
three shillings.

Oh, sweet child.

For me, an extra five quid.

Dunno, ten. Could be 15.

Gonna be made into a valet.

Who knows!

[bell ringing]

Him, a valet?

Will you save any of it?

I'll do my best, Mr Jarvis.

Another 14 pounds down
the drain, then.

That's all, Mr Forrest.

Nothing to pay, Mr Forrest,
on my account.

No losses or damages.

Thank you Mrs Ryan.

The valet, sir?

-Hm?
-You was looking for a valet.

Were.

You were looking for a valet

for his Lordship,
when Paul leaves?

Still looking.

Fines and breakages.

One pound, three shillings
and four pence.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I have change if you require it.

I haven't broken anything.

My shoes haven't needed mended,

and I've not that
many stockings.

One single debt of a pound,
and several smaller ones.

No.

When did I run that up?

The sad accident
with Lord Harry.

Yeah, but no blame.

His Lordship said, no blame.

You'll be telling me he's
offering you a reward, next.

[dramatic music]

Three bannisters shattered.

And the joiners have to have
their wages, as well as you do.

Are you with us, Mr Forrest?

One pound?

Three shillings and fourpence.

Blame or no blame, damages
have to be paid for.

And be sure, your sins
will come to haunt you.

[upbeat music]

Ah, well. You should
asked Mr Jarvis.

He wouldn't have made you pay.

He was there, he didn't
say nothing.

He was too busy packing up.

It's one pound, and
three bloody shillings!

When are you gonna learn, Will?

One pound and three shillings!

Yeah, well, it's your
choice, Will.

You put his back up,
every time he counts.

I'm going to swing for
that scotch git, I will.

So you had to pay a few
miserable shillings.

Lord Harry's dead.

Some people might say that
you got off quite lightly.

Oh, come on you two,
it's a party.

Look, I know what happened,

and they should be
paying me. Not me, them.

Don't be stupid.

Little Harry-

Little Harry? Little,
wickle, Harry?

Little Harry was a
bloody vegetable.

Little Harry didn't know
his arse from his elbow,

and night from bloody day.

Oh, happy bloody New
Year's Eve to you, to.

Course he did.

And he didn't know you
from Adam, either.

He smiled when he saw me.

No, he didn't.

And he stopped smiling
when he saw you.

No wonder, when you
were so rough with him.

I wasn't rough with him.

He liked soup, and he
hated rice pudding.

and he liked songs,
and he hated hymns.

He was not a cabbage.

And he knew he was dying.

He held my hand and
looked into my eyes,

and he smiled.

Not with his mouth,
with his eyes.

He said, thank you and
goodbye, and he was a-

All right, all right,
don't go on.

I'm sorry. I'm going for a piss.

[upbeat music]

I-

I didn't owe you anything.

I can hear a bloody midge.

This time of year, too.

You know I didn't.

Hey, Will. We're setting up
the skittles, mate. Come on.

Why are you always on my back?

[Mr Andrews laughing]

What's so frigging funny?

Come on, mate. Let's
get the first game in.

In a minute.

I want my money back.

Come and get it.

Here. It's in my pocket.

Come and get it.

Fancy yourself do you?

Oh. Go on, son.

You just step across that line.

Come on. Come ahead.

Give me a New Year's present.

Will, come on.

[dramatic music]

[door knocking]

Mrs Ryan. We have a jolly
evening planned.

Mr Jarvis is on the piano,

and the valets have been
practising a round here.

I'm sorry.

Mr Jarvis goes to
Bristol tomorrow.

Thank you, really.

Maybe it would make things
better between you both.

Mr. Kraus, I'm really quite
happy where I am. Thank you.

But, surely.

On New Year's Eve, old
friendships should be rekindled.

I will join the lower servants
for the midnight toast.

I daresay I will see you
there, and Mr Jarvis.

I look forward to it, Mrs Ryan.

Are you set, Fred?

Yeah. I'm set. Perfect.

Go on, Will.

[crowd cheering]

Christ, you trying to break it?

If you split it-

Yeah, I'll pay for it.

That's not the point-

Just give it a rest!

May I take a turn?
Ladies. Gentlemen.

As it's New Year's Eve.

Of course you can, chef.

Moment?

Cheese rolling.

[Mr Kraus] Kegeln.

[Fred] Hey! Come on cheffy, boy.

No knives needed.

[crowd cheering]

[Fred] Bloody hell!

You've done that
before, Mr Kraus.

Eh. Next time we've got a
match with the Fladcombes.

In Prussia, we call
this game Kegeln.

Each Skittle represents sin-

[Male Servant] Or a temptation.

[Female Servant] Oh,
it's religious?

-You all right, Will?
-Mm hm.

Mm. They're very holy people.

Come on.

[Mr Kraus] That's why I left.

Got a clean bowl of loads of
sins there tonight, Mr Kraus.

Then maybe I'm a saint!

[Fred] Right, come
on. Who's next?

Let's set up.

Mm. In spite of all appearances.

Will, have another go.

Here, try this.

Where'd you get that from?

I dunno, just hanging round.

Dump it, throw it away!

Throw it. I said get rid!

It's only a kid's toy, mate.

What's up with him?

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

[water bubbling]

Hail Mary, full of grace.

[whispering prayer]

What are you praying for?

Souls in purgatory.

Dead souls? Do any
good, does it?

Of course it does.

Mary intervenes.

Everything's God and
sin today, innit.

Everywhere you turn.

I always think special a
day like New Year's Eve

makes your prayers.

If you wanted to help someone,

a dead person says
at what you do.

Yeah. Or have a mass
said for them.

Mass? What, a man in a
dress talking foreign?

Here we go. Back to normal.

No, Charlotte. I'm
just trying to-

I'm fed up with all of
you, William Forrest.

Just trying to understand!

I can't even have a
quiet little pray,

without some great idiot
barging in, making fun.

Look, Lottie. I just
wanna know how you do it.

How do you pray?

Piss off. Have your fun
with someone else.

You're wanted upstairs.

I'm off duty.

Apparently not.

The Earl wants water
for his bath.

Oh, not the frigging
poultice. I'm half cut.

Shame.

And I thought you liked the
privilege of first footman.

You like the treats,
and the tips.

Yeah, well. I don't
get any, do I?

Why are you always on my back?

Oh, you step back son.

Or you will regret it.

Because you will never make it.

And you are thick.

And to clutter up my
house. And my rotas.

And my peace of mind.

Never make it? Like you'll
never make it?

[pained groaning]

Now that was just a
wee girly caress.

Next time, you'll get
the full Glasgow kiss.

Tongues and everything.

Shit!

[crowd cheering]

[crowd chattering]

[upbeat music]

[Fred] All right, Mr Jarvis?

Mrs Ryan!

Mrs Ryan, we didn't think
you was going to make it.

Course not. So girls.

Have you made your wishes,

and sorted out your
New Year's resolutions?

Peace on earth, Mrs Ryan.

It's what I'm wishing for.

And what about you, Grace?

Oh, a better year than last.

And to make better bread.

Yes. I might need to
help you with that.

You'll have to stop crawling
to reach the oven, love.

Don't worry.

[metal clanging]

Come along everyone!

Mr Kraus is about to
declare midnight.

Or there abouts.

I will synchronise perfectly
with the village church.

Are your glasses charged?

[crowd cheering]

They are, chef!

Where's William?

He's been Adams'ed.

Where is the Scottish git?

On the roof. With the fireworks.

Let's hope he bloody
falls off, then.

One minute to go!

Aye, chef?

Two minutes to go, Mr Jarvis.

[church bells chiming]

[crowd groaning]

The year of our Lord.

1851!

Or thereabouts.

[crowd shouting together] 1851!

Happy New Year!

Frohes neues Jahr!

[crowd shouting Happy New Year]

[fireworks exploding]

[The Earl] Come one Robinson,
get it off.

Happy New Year, my lord.

Too cold, Robinson.

[Mr Adams] You'll be telling me

he's offering you
a reward, next.

The vicar said he's
praying for Lord Harry.

His Lordship says, yeah.

Praying someone will put
him out of his misery.

He's said worse!

[indistinct] for anyone
who rids him of the idiot.

[Servant] We'll eat
of silver plates

for the rest of our lives.

[dramatic music]

[crowd chattering]

Happy New Year, Mrs Ryan.

Happy New Year, Mr Jarvis.

Happy New Year Mr Jarvis!

I've never been away from
mine on New Year's before.

Innit lovely?

Lovely.

[Mr Kraus speaking German]

And the same to you, Mr Kraus.

Almost.

[kissing noise]

Happy New Year, Susan.

[crowd chattering]

Isn't it just lovely!

Almost as lovely as you.

[pained groaning]

Oh!

[piano playing]

♪ Oh my love

♪ is like a red, red rose.

♪ That's newly sprung in June.

♪ Oh my love ♪

♪ is like a melody.

♪ That's sweetly sang in tune.

♪ As fair art thee,
my bonie lass. ♪

♪ So deep in love am I.

♪ And I will love thee
still, my dear. ♪

♪ Until all the seas gang dry.

♪ 'Til all the seas

-Happy New Year.
-Happy New Year, George.

Hope it's our best ever.

May the best of of your last,

be the worst of your next.

That's how sober I am.

♪ And I will love thee

♪ still my dear.

♪ 'Til all the seas gang dry.

[crowd clapping]

Bravo! Bravo!

Thank you Mr Adams.

A voice to charm the angels.

There you'll be, let
the wind blow free.

Now, who's turn is it?

Susan? Yours, I think?

Oh my God, I'm going then.

Come on Susan. I'm sure you
have a very sweet voice.

Er, she hasn't, Sir.

I'm more of a dancer. Aren't I?

Grace. A song?

Here you go.

Come on Susan. A deut.

[crowd groaning]

Oh, be quiet.

Come on. Right.

Oh, not the one about the
little match girl dying?

No, I know. Let's
do Derby round.

After four.

One, two, three...

♪ As I was going to Derbyside.

♪ Was on a summers day!

Good night then, Mrs Ryan.

Oh, Mr Jarvis.

About your trip to
Bristol, tomorrow.

I will be back the next day,

just long enough to pay
his Lordships bills.

And is there anything particular

you want done, in your absence?

Thank you. No.

I have instructed Mr Adams.

I hope he won't be
too enthusiastic.

I've asked him not to be.

It's just the footmen do
suffer sometimes under his-

I've brought this matter
to his attention.

That should be enough.

Perhaps, some time apart

will put a new perspective
on things.

Between us, I mean.

Good night.

Where's the party?

Done and dusted, mate.

Ah, bloody hell.

The joys of being his
Lordship's favourite, eh?

[Fred] Here, Will. Did he
give you a New Year's box?

Did he buggery.

A note 'til sodding Christmas.

Maybe he forgot, eh.

He's a bastard if he has.

There was you, anticipating
his every need.

Just like Mr Jarvis says,

before he even knew it himself.

Why don't you go and
boil your bollocks?

Goodnight Will.

[guys screaming]

All right, into the
corridor girls.

Turn left, third room
along. Right?

[all shouting]

Oh, you love it.

Oh, how desperate do
you think we are, Joe?

♪ Josephine. Josephine.

♪ Why are you so
long and lean? ♪

♪ Freddie, Freddie, Freddie.

♪ Don't bother me already.

♪ Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie. ♪

♪ You come near us, we'll
make you cry! ♪

Right!

[girls screaming]

Come here!

[dramatic music]

[Will muttering]

Hey, Will.

Hey, Will. Will!

What?

You're doing that bloody
wailing again.

You should stop eating
so much cheese.

I was dreaming of Esther, mate.

Nightmare. Come on, mate.

Go back to sleep.

[dramatic music]

[heavy breathing]

[Fred] Right, your fine.

You'll love it Georgie,
we all do really.

Well, how deep is this pond?

Deep enough.

That's after you've
broken the ice.

Bloody madness.

There's the rum.

Oh. I could live
without it, Fred.

Lottie. How much for
a mass, like you said?

What sort of mass?

I don't know, a sky
blue pink one,

with raspberry dots. A mass.

A low mass. On a weekday.

Not a Holy day where we can-

Yeah, yeah. Just an ordinary
bloody mass.

For a dead person.

A shilling.

For Lord Harry.

To put his soul to rest.

At rest.

It's to get him out of
purgatory, William.

To stop his poor flesh
burning in the flames.

But he never did anything
wrong. He couldn't.

-We're all sinners.
-I'm not.

Man that is born of women.

That's him out then.

Told me his mum was
a right old bitch.

That money for me?

Didn't your mum ever
tell you not to beg?

Didn't your mum tell you it
was rude to poke your nose in.

You two fallen out again, then?

-No.
-No.

The doctor will be
arriving sometime today,

for his Lordship.

We'll keep the place
ticking over, Mr. Jarvis.

And remember what I
said about the lads.

I'll love them like a daddy.

Just don't go throwing
your weight around,

as soon as my back is turned.

Mrs Ryan has presided
over enough pond dips.

In and out, and up for
a quick tot of rum.

I can manage that.

You, too. In the pond.

Of course, sir.

You wait until the Earl
is outside, and watching.

He likes his traditions.

Of course, sir.

On you go.

[horses trotting]

[dramatic music]

[piano music]

[water splashing]

Swear that ball. He
never caught it, did he?

-If Mrs Ryan catches you.
-Did he?

He wanted to.

I used to throw down
the big hill to him,

and he'd laugh.

-He was all there.
-Shite.

-What?
-You talk shite!

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

[heavy breathing]

What are doing William?

William?

William!

Did he scream?

Did who scream?

What are you doing,
William. Get up.

Lord Harry, did he scream?

You better get this
filled up again,

and get it upstairs to
the Earl's dressing room.

I didn't think he screamed.

Come along, Mr Forrest. Quickly!

I don't know if I dreamt
it, or if he did.

And if he did, he knew
what was happening.

Didn't he?

He was unconscious.
He didn't suffer.

I can hear it. In my head.

And the thump of his
body, hitting the stairs.

Just stop it.

Try and think about
something else.

I did something terrible,
Mrs Ryan!

Sit up and smell these.

Breathe this in, come on.

Good boy. Now we can't let
the Earl go bathless, can we?

The Earl. I have to tell
you something Mrs Ryan.

I don't think so, Mr Forrest.

No, I do!

Well come on. Sit up
straight, and calm down.

Please! If I could
just tell someone?

Everyone at Taplow's
has a secret, William.

Some are dark, some are shabby,

but they are all
best kept secret.

I think it will kill me.

The weight of it.

[bell ringing]

[Servant] Lordship's bell.

Quickly. Quickly, fill the bath!

Quickly. Go on, William. Run!

[dramatic music]

[The Earl] This week,
if you can manage it.

[dramatic music]

Ow! Bloody idiot!

Jarvis! Where the bloody
hell are you?

Your Lordship?

You're a mess. A disgrace.

You're a shambling,
pathetic apology.

Fuck off.

What did you say, Mr Forrest?

What did you say?

I said, say what you've
got to say.

And then let me be.

You won't assist
The Earl anymore.

It's a privilege you
no longer deserve.

Fine by me.

You are bloody mad, aren't you?

You're not right
in the head, son.

Are you a lunatic, Mr Forrest?

I'll see you in the water, then.

You should have been dismissed

for killing Lord Harry.

You know it. I know it.

Everybody bloody knows it.

But you're still here.

And you have no idea
how that offends me.

Now piss off, out of my sight.

If you're ill mate, you
don't have to do it.

I'm all right.

[George] Well, you're shaking.

Hair of the dog mate,
that's what I need.

A tot of rum will do nicely.

[George] What did Adams say?

Oh you know. The usual stuff.

I'm useless, clumsy, mad.

Daft, thick, bag of shit.

[George] You wanna watch it
mate, he's a vicious sod.

Yeah mate, well so am I.

So maybe you should
be watching me.

I'm going to be in
and out so quick,

I'm not even going to get wet.

We're getting too old
for this, lark.

Ah, not too old for a
grog though, are you?

No.

All right, here we go then lads!

[all cheering]

The Earl is on his terrace.

You want your rum?
Shift your bones.

[girls cheering]

[Susan] Look at the
state of him!

Get a move on then,

me bollocks are bloody walnuts.

I'm too old for this lark.

Come on lads, get out the
way and let the men through.

Bloody hell. Men?

God help England.

I'm talking about me, not you.

You wanting a slap, son?

It was a bloody joke!

Don't let him goad ya.

Come on.

Last one in does the
slops all week!

There must be easier
ways to earn your grog?

Oh, look at 'em all!

Goosebumps, or what?

She's got her eye on old Wilf.

He did walk up to the
village, last week.

And he had his wicked way
with me, at The Crossroads.

Well you're better off than me.

I've got my day off the
same as Mr Adams.

You're off today,
aren't you Grace?

Yeah, as soon as the
men have had their meal.

You and er-

You and George Cosmo.

I'll swap him for Wilf, any day.

[men cheering]

I'm too old for all this.

You are too bloody old
for all this, get on.

[men cheering]

[piano music]

[dramatic music]

[cheering]

[dramatic music]

[Fred] Christ. These kecks
have frozen to my bollocks!

Mind how you rip them
off then, Fred.

Right. Rum, here I come!

Freddie. Show us your
ass, my lover!

You show us yours first.

No, I'm sick of the sight of it.

I'll go get my rum now.

[dramatic music]

Right. Beat me to it!

You're as white as
a sheet, Fred.

Yeah, well I bloody should be.

I didn't know blackies
could go white.

Yeah, well.

We can smack silly old
buggers in the chops, too.

[dramatic music]

Oh my God.

[dramatic music]

Eh, ya bastard!

[dramatic music]

Oh!

[crowd cheering]

You'll get your bloody
rum now, won't you!

[dramatic music]

Now come on, Forrest.

Care to show the lasses
your shrivelled old man?

Eh, girls. Eh, look at this!

[crowd cheering]

Come and see the [indistinct].

[Mr Adams laughing]

I will see you later.

Oi, Will. You look half dead.

Come on, ya daft sod.

Come on, mate.

Happy New Year!

[group chattering]

Well done. Well done, boys.

Well done, well done. Very good.

Johnny, boots.

A half, down there.

Good boy.

Happy New Year.

-Happy New Year.
-Happy New Year!

[group chattering]

When will that mass be said?

Let go, Will.

I don't know, do I.

I'll arrange it when
I go to confession.

You go to what?

Confession.

Oi, oi, oi.

Tell me about this confession.

It's when you tell your sins,

and they get forgiving you.

You what?

God. William, you're
such a heathen.

Well who do you tell? God?

Yeah. Because he's there
on every Saturday

in the church, waiting.

A priest, obviously.

You confess your sins,
do your penance,

and you're forgiven.

Get off of me.

You after her?

Ah, Saint Charlotte? Nah.

Best of a bad lot, I reckon.

Tell her she's got
an admirer then.

Do you mind? My head's pounding.

Just give it a rest.

What's the matter with you?

He's got water in the brain.

Go and give your head
a shake, mate.

I'm taking the day off, mate.

Will. Oi, mate?

[Fred] Will?

Now there's a sight
for sore eyes.

Very nice you look,
too. Allow me.

I was really worried about you,

when you was in the
pond for so long.

Ah, little Susie.

You don't need to
worry about me.

But I'm very glad you did.

Bless your heart, lassie.

Well, this all smells
very nice, Mrs Ryan.

What a treat, eh lads.

I could do this every day.

Well, jump in the pond tomorrow.

See what happens.

We'll get carted off.
That's what'll happen.

Are we missing a footman?

-No Mr. Forrest?
-No, sir.

Day off.

I thought it was your
day off George.

That's why you're
wearing your own clothes.

Well, we swapped.

Did you now?

They asked my permission.

As neither you, nor Mr
Jarvis, were here.

Thank you Mrs Ryan.

Then you had better
change into your livery,

hadn't you?

Now, Mr Cosmo.

We'll keep some cold, greasy,
unwanted pieces for you.

Sir.

[dramatic music]

Must I help you, Atwood?

Get the bloody thing done!

Wrong man's the valet,
seems to me.

Should be this fellow.

Always there. Knows
just what I want.

[dramatic music]

You should do that
more often, Fred.

You look better that way up.

I won't tell you what
you look like.

And since when have
you had two wigs?

Dopey Will left his on the side.

If Andrew had found it,

he would have cut the
bloody pigtail off.

How many times are
you going to save

that prats arse, today?

He'd do the same for us, mate.

Not him, he's-

He's too busy looking
after himself, in't he?

He's probably off with
some tart right now.

[gently knocking]

Hello?

And your confessor has no need

of a quiet moment for
himself. Is that it?

I thought you weren't there.

Every Thursday, Friday
and Saturday.

I've only got today!

Shall we get started, then?

As you're in such fearful haste.

Psst. Grace.

We can meet up after supper.

No thanks.

Well. The stables?

No. I was really looking forward

to getting right away
from this place.

So was I.

Can't believe you gave up
your day off like that.

Our day off.

I had to. If Andrew
had found out

Will had just walked out.

You cover for him, Mrs
Ryan even lies for him.

I'll give hi a right earful
when he gets back, Grace.

Yeah. That'll teach him.

And I'll find a way for
us to be together.

If I have to read the same
sentence one more time.

I think I might have-

I might be guilty. A sinner.

I'm sure you are.

You have to tell
me what you did.

I might have hurt
someone. I did.

You hurt someone?

He died.

As a result of your action?

You can't be telling me

that you set out
to kill this man.

It's a boy. I didn't
set out to do anything!

I just thought something,
and then I was hurrying.

I had things to do.

He was dead weight.

And he was twisting,
and turning.

And I just thought,
you little bastard.

And he went all rigid.

Like he always did.

And then he started to slip.

So I-

So I just thought-

I just thought that's it.

I could kill you.

He was a cabbage. I
thought he was a cabbage!

You murdered a boy?

I dropped him!

Are you confessing that you
murdered an innocent child?

I was doing my duty.
He wanted him dead.

We'd all heard him.

Be better off he died at birth,
he was always on about it.

Who?

Someone told you to kill
a helpless child?

I just want my sin forgiven.

A penance to do. To be punished.

So it's all over.

But it can never be
all over, can it?

Are you one of my-

I just need to be punished!

You're not even a
Catholic, are you?

I can't forgive you if
you're not a Catholic.

I am!

And you must know, there
has to be true remorse.

You want to admit to your crime,

be right with God and
right with man.

Only then will you find peace.

Who did you kill.
What's your name?

[dramatic music]

He's not back yet.

Doors are locked at 10. Sharp.

Being so miserable
keeps him happy.

Oh, rubbish. Bed soon.

[dramatic music]

[deep breathing]

Who is it?

Who's there?

[screaming]

Try and drown me, would ya?

Think you're a-

[whimpering in pain]

You learnt your lesson?

I promised Jarvis, I'd
be nice to you boys.

But the next time you touch me,

I will bloody kill you.

Were you born a bitter
little wanker?

Or is it that you're just the
worlds oldest under-butler.

Oh, you are a lunatic son.

You're never going to
make it now, are you?

[groaning in pain]

You and me. We're never
going to make it.

Put us onto the stick.

[Mr Adams] Get up and fight
like a man, you bloody worm.

[melancholy music]

I am your superior, boy.

Never tempt me. And never-

[punching sound]

Never.

[punching sound]

Call us brothers.

[punching sound]

Just took on a butler
in Scarborough.

And not you. The
Glaswegian thug.

[melancholy music]

[dramatic music]

[glass smashing]

Here! They got in through here!

There they go!

Across the lawn!

Go and get them! They're
getting away!

[bell ringing]

The bastards!

[Wilf] He's been done
over! Get help!

Right. There's gonna have
something to hit on me, George.

What's happened?

They've done William.

Fred. Check the roof, in
case he got in the skylight.

They'll wish their
mammies never gave birth.

George. Check all the doors.

We'll get the bastards, sir.

Shite.

-Where's Grace?
-Here.

He's barely alive.

Take him upstairs,
get the room ready.

-I'm forgiven now, aren't I?
-Shh.

I took my punishment.

[melancholy music]

[Mrs Ryan] Where
are the scissors?

We're going to have
to cut his coat off.

Grace. Go and get bandages, and
a weight as fast as you can.

How bad is he?

There's too much blood.
Just cleaning him up.

He should have let them in.

Shown them the silver,
opened the frigging safe.

Hey. I think I found
somewhere, for you and me.

You know upstairs by the-

Hang on.

How is he?

We're just undressing him
and putting him into bed.

-Better get back.
-Yeah.

You been upsetting her again?

Well it's what I do, isn't it?

And don't look at me like that,

she gets right on my tits.

Mr Adams?

I'll get George to come
and sit with him.

Thank you Mrs Ryan,
but this is my job.

But you must be worn out?

Well, you'll want breakfast
at least.

Then I'll take it
here, thank you.

I know I've been
hard on the boy,

but he's proved me wrong.

It's the least I can do.

All right.

There ya go. Good lad.

You were set about
by three men, Will.

They broke in. The
bell corridor.

You're a hero, son.

Yes?

Good lad.

Everyone sends their love, Will.

Johnny, he says he'll clean
your boots for nothing, forever

if you get better.

[horses trotting]

-Mrs Ryan.
-Mr Jarivs. Welcome home.

That was the doctor's
horse I just saw.

Did he not come on
New Year's Day?

He wasn't here for
his Lordship. He-

Mr Jarvis. Good morning.
Welcome home, sir.

Thank you Mr Adams.

Have I just discovered
the Americas?

Who's the invalid?

-Young William Forrest.
-Why, young Mr Forrest.

We were burgled. William
fought them off.

Sent them running
for their lives.

At great cost to himself.

Is his life in danger?

He's badly injured-

Well there must have
been a gang of them.

The damage that was done.

They broke in through
the old casement.

What about the watchman?

The guest one? He gave
chase. Well we all did, sir.

But they were away-

[dramatic music]

Old Jarvis is on the warpath.

We can't hang about.

What are you up to?

I wanna see your face.

What are you doing?

Well, nobody can walk in on us.

What if someone sees us.

No ones going to see us.
They're far too busy.

Well? What do you think?

I think you're mad.

You are!

-Look. We Can't.
-Shh.

We can.

Then it would appear
that Mr Adams

is not the unfeeling brute
that you thought he was.

He seemed very tender
with William.

Good. I thought the same.

I'm glad we were proved wrong.

-Mr Jarvis.
-Mm?

I'm very sorry I discovered-

Please.

Please allow me to-

I'm sorry I found out.

My regiment of ghosts.
There may be ears.

And having done so, I am
sorry that I reacted as I did.

No need. You're welcome to
your ten pounds per annum.

But I don't want it.

You'll have it.

I should never have asked.

And you know how hard it
is to extricate yourself,

once you have committed
to a course of action.

I miss our courtesy.

Our friendship.

I hope that we are
still courteous.

But not friends?

And not quite enemies.

Do you want me to resign?

No.

[orchestral music]

Not quite so cocky now, eh?

Its not going to be easy,

getting used to the
new tamed William.

Just like you said.

One of your lads.

Good. Now this poultice stuff.

Talk me through it again.

I get the bread. Then what?

Cut a piece two inches thick.

Hang on, hang on. I
want to get this right.

Bread. Two inches thick.

Then what?

Come on, William. Stay awake.

I need all the details.

I am.

Every little thing.

-Every little thing.
-Good.

[George impersonating Mr Kraus]

I take the cheese.

You like my cheese?

Of course you do, I
cooked it myself.

I take it like so, you see?

Grace, how are you.

[all laughing]

And so I take it,
I hold it like so.

And I go to bowl, huh?

[all laughing]

Smell my cheese?

And I clear the sins first.

And the temptations.

I love your big temptations!

[all cheering]

So. They're good, jah.
Are you ready to bowl now.

Eins.

Zwei.

[all cheering]

Shh. Be quiet. Be quiet.

If haggis face hears.

Oh, no. He's busy with The Earl.

What now?

Yeah, he's just gone in.

[upbeat music]

[William] Slide the
poultice onto the paddle.

Make sure the bread's
well covered.

It's got to be steaming hot,

to draw the bad blood out.

So you don't hang around.

He'll have his head well back.

He knows what's coming.

Aim for the boil.

Slap it on. And press.

Ah!

[upbeat music]

[George] In my country we
call this Kengel [indistinct].

More skittles? Jah!

More skittles, jah.

And so, we play skittles!

[upbeat music]

And someone is breaking
house rules,

and getting away with it.

You've no business
being up here!

Your girls are unhappy.

My men are dreading it.

And still, you are making
a fool of yourself.

[crowd cheering]

It's George. George Cosmo.
He's in big trouble.

You are a rough, Mr Cosmo.

I've taken you away from
everything you love.

I love you more.

[upbeat music]