All language subtitles for Gosford.Park.2001.REMASTERED.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-LAMA

Don't just stand there.
Give me a hand with the canopy.

- Mary? Merriman? Are you ready?
- Mary?

Yes, Mr. Burkett.

Everything's ready, milady.

- I think she's knocking.
- Well, see what she wants.

I can't open this wretched thing.

I suppose we'd better stop.

I can't get this top off.

Hello. Is everything alright?

Are you OK?

- Am I what?
- We're alright, thank you.

Is that Lady Trentham?
Lady Trentham.

It's, uh...
I'm William McCordle's cousin, Ivor.

- Ivor Novello.
- Yes, of course.

May I introduce
a friend of mine from California?

- Mr. Morris Weissman.
- Hello.

Hi.

Uh, we were just wondering
if we were headed in the same direction.

I daresay we might be.

Well, if... if everything seems
to be alright...

Bye.

Could we get on
before I freeze to death?

- Was that really Ivor Novello?
- Yes. Could we get on?

Oh, hello. Nice house. I like it.

- Oh, hello, Ivor.
- Welcome back, Your Ladyship.

Constance, welcome.

Hello, dear.
If he has to call me by my Christian name,

why can't he make it "Aunt Constance"?

I'm not the upstairs maid.

He's still got that vile little dog, I see.

Yes, the ones we hate last forever.
Did you have a horrid journey?

Yes, fairly horrid.

Take the car around the back
to unload it.

You better follow it.
Mrs. Wilson will look after you.

Your Ladyship.

- Your Lordship.
- Mm-hmm.

- Louisa.
- William.

Raymond. Lots of good shooting coming.

That's what we're here for.

Just leave everything in one pile
around the corner there.

Make sure it's properly labeled.
It'll go up in the luggage lift.

These are the guns.
Where's the gun room?

Down there on the right.
Find Mr. Strutt, the keeper.

- He'll show you what to do.
- I know what to do.

Ellen, what do you
think you're doing over there?

Take that rain off those cases
before you take them up.

These are Mr. Novello's bags.
Can't you see?

- Who are you?
- I'm Mr. Weissman's man.

- The Countess of Trentham.
- Yes.

Make sure they're properly labeled.
Put them down there.

- Where am I?
- In the stable block with the grooms.

Her Ladyship is in the Chinese room.
Elsie! Elsie!

You'll be with the head housemaid.
She'll show you where everything is.

Elsie, this is Miss Trentham.

- Mrs. Wilson... Excuse me, ma'am...
- Take care of her, will you?

My name's Mary.
Mary Maceachran.

Not Mary, it's not. It's Trentham.

Lord Stockbridge, guns.

- Down there on the right.
- The name's Parks. Robert Parks.

Mr. Parks?

Erm, Mr. Parks, below stairs
you'll be known as Mr. Stockbridge.

I knew a Mr. Parks
who was in service in Norwich.

- Is he any relation of yours?
- No.

London born and bred.

What should I do
with Her Ladyship's jewels?

It's this way.
George is in charge of the safe.

He's the first footman, and you wanna
watch where he puts his hands.

She's new?

Have you got the ones for tonight?

Oh, sorry.

Always bring a separate box
for the first night. It saves bother.

Freddie, do wait.

For goodness sake, Mabel.
what is it this time?

- Does my hair look alright?
- It looks fine.

Where the hell were you?

We're not late.
Freddie, do please stop going on.

Isobel?

- Hello.
- Hello, Isobel.

Darling, I'll see you in there.

There's just been something
I've been meaning to say to you.

Have you, uh...
Have you spoken to your father?

No.

What do you mean, no?
Hey, you promised.

I never promised.
I said I'd do my best.

- You're so beautiful when you resist me.
- Stop it.

I'll ask him tonight.

Well, you bloody well better.

You shouldn't sneak up
on people like that.

- Don't worry. He's nobody.
- Sorry, Miss Isobel.

Do you think you'll have a chance
to speak to him tonight?

- Would you stop going on about it?
- Izzy, that's all very well...

Well, I think it's ridiculous.
I'm here to shoot.

Darling, it's a relief to me to sit next
to someone who isn't deaf in one ear.

I'm sorry?

Darling, what do you mean,
"leave it"?

Well, I just meant let it come naturally.
Don't try and steer the conversation.

- It makes you sound so desperate.
- Well, I am fucking desperate.

Hello, Raymond. This is
my brother-in-law, Lord Stockbridge.

Hello.
I'm Morris Weissman.

- Who?
- Morris Weissman.

- Weissman, yes.
- Hello.

Oh, Elsie? Elsie,
this is Lord Stockbridge's valet.

He's new to the house,
so show him around, will you?

You'll be sharing with
Mr. Weissman's man.

- Has His Lordship's luggage gone up?
- Supposedly.

He's in the Tapestry room,
wherever that is.

Oh, well, here we go again.

That's just it. I've never
done a house party before, not properly.

How come you got
taken on as a countess lady's maid...

if you've got no experience?

She wants to train me.
She said she didn't care about experience.

She didn't want to pay for it, you mean.

It's cold in here.

You should know to pack your woolies
when you come to this house.

Here we are.

- Is everything alright, Elsie?
- Fine, Miss Lewis. Thanks.

That's your bed there.

- That's good? Yeah, that's tasty.
- Very tasty.

I think I'll...
I shall go in the library.

Here you are, Pip-Pip.

I beg your pardon, sir. I thought
I'd just take the Times up with me

in case you'd like to read it
when you're dressing.

Thank you, Probert.
Look after Pip for me, will you?

- Of course, sir.
- Good boy.

I have to make a telephone call
to California in a couple of hours.

- I can't find a telephone.
- There's one here on the left.

Oh, wonderful. Thank you.
Of course, I'll reverse the charges.

- Yes.
- There's a new restaurant in the Strand.

It's an automatic restaurant.

It's open 24 hours a day.
You can go in any time day or night.

So, who's the funny little American?

- Morris Weissman. He's a friend of Ivor.
- Oh.

He makes films in Hollywood.

Ivor asked if he could bring him along.
I didn't see why not.

I thought he might be interested
in guns and shooting.

Oh, well, never mind.
He adds to the glamor of the gathering.

I didn't expect anything half as exotic.

Oh, no, not for me. You know
that I hate drinking whisky.

Go on, drink it. Do you good.

Go on.

Oh, really, Bill?
You are such a bad influence.

Well, don't blame me
if I start misbehaving.

I don't know how impressed
your husband is with our Hollywood folk.

Oh, you know Raymond.
He only feels safe with his own kind.

Bill!

I thought ladies' maids
never wore aprons.

Her Ladyship used to have a French maid
who wore a black one like this.

- She thinks it's got a bit of style.
- I bet she does.

And I bet she took it
out of your wages, too.

- She likes to have everything just so.
- Mmm, don't they all?

- That's him.
- Who?

Ivor Novello.

He passed us on the road today
on his way here, and he spoke to me.

Well, he spoke to Her Ladyship,
but I answered.

I only cut it out for Garbo.
I prefer the American stars.

- I think they've got more oomph.
- Go on!

- Is he really Sir William's cousin?
- Yep.

Imagine having a film star in the family.

- Lady Sylvia must be thrilled.
- Oh, I don't think.

Why wouldn't she be?

'Cause she's a snobbish cow.
'Cause she...

She looks down on anyone who got
to the top with brains and hard work.

Just like she looks down
on her husband.

Except when it's time to foot the bills,
and then she's got her hand out, alright.

- What was her family, then?
- What'd you expect, really?

Toffee-nosed and useless.
Her father was the Earl of Carton.

Sounds good, except
he didn't have a pot to piss in.

- What's she like to work for?
- She's horrible. But he's...

He's OK.
Come on, we better get cracking.

- Hello, I'm Ivor.
- I know who you are.

- Mabel Nesbitt.
- Hello, Mabel.

- How are you?
- Very well, thank you.

- Oh! I don't smoke. Thank you.
- No?

Mrs. Nesbitt's only got one dress.

Says her husband rushed her
when she was packing.

Do you always look after visitors
if they haven't got a maid?

Sometimes Dorothy helps,
though why Mrs. Wilson

makes the still room maid do it
beats me.

I think she only does it
to annoy Mrs. Croft.

- Which one does Dorothy answer to?
- Both. That's the problem.

She's rushed off her feet as it is.
Are you nearly done there?

- Yes.
- Here she is... Miss Bossy.

Tell me, what was Greta Garbo
really like?

- Did you get to know her?
- Yes, I did, actually.

She's coming to stay with me next month.

Tell me, how much longer are you
going to go on... making films?

I suppose that rather depends on

how much longer the public
want to see me in them.

Yes, it must be hard to know
when it's time to throw in the towel.

What a pity about that last one of yours.
What was it called?

- "The Dodger."
- "The Lodger."

"The Lodger."

And it must be so disappointing

when something just, you know,
flops like that.

Yes, it is... rather disappointing.

Look at this. Machine-made lace.

- Hark at her.
- Well, I hate cheap clothes.

They're twice the work,
and they never look as good.

I'll murder that dog one day.
Look at that. All over his waistcoat.

What do you expect from a woman
without her own maid?

Lady Lavinia says a woman who travels
with no maid has lost her self-respect.

- She calls it "giving in."
- I don't have a maid. I haven't given in.

- That's different.
- Why?

- What's your name?
- I think here I'm called Trentham.

No, I meant your real name.

Oh. Mary.
Mary Maceachran.

Blimey! What does Her Ladyship call you?

Well, she should call me Maceachran,
now I'm a lady's maid.

That's what my mother says.

But Her Ladyship can't pronounce it,
so she calls me Mary.

I don't blame her.

Sylvia...

I'm serious.
There mustn't be anymore nonsense.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Done much shooting this year?
- Quite a lot.

- Hello.
- Does Louisa always go out with you?

- Usually.
- It's very good of her.

- Do you have a minute?
- Don't do that! That's bad for him!

Put him down.

Yeah. Bores me stiff.

- Alright, Pip.
- William's such a rotten shot.

I usually try and duck out of it,
particularly in Scotland.

I'm rather fond of Scotland.

Alright, get on with your work.
Yes?

- Ah, Mr. Weissman. There you are.
- I'm dealing with this.

- What is it, Mr. Weissman?
- Well, to start with, my name is Denton.

- Henry Denton.
- You're here as valet to Mr. Weissman.

That means you'll be known
as Mr. Weissman below stairs

for the duration of your stay.

We stick to the old customs here.
It saves confusion.

- It's about Mr. Weissman's diet.
- Yes?

He's a vegetarian.

- A what?
- A vegetarian.

He doesn't eat meat.
He eats fish, but not meat.

Well, I never!
Doesn't eat meat?

He's coming for a shooting party,
and he doesn't eat meat.

Mr. Weissman doesn't intend to shoot.

I think he just wants to walk out
with them, get a bit of air.

Get a bit of air?

Yes, thank you.
We'll make the necessary arrangements.

Now I suggest you get one
of the servants to take you upstairs.

Mr. Weissman is in the Green bedroom,

and you'll be sharing
with Lord Stockbridge's valet...

Robert Parks.

He's very full of himself, I must say.
"Doesn't eat meat."

Now, now, Mrs. Croft, we don't want
to be thought unsophisticated, do we?

Mr. Weissman's an American.
They do things differently there.

Good boy.
Now, Give Louisa a kiss from me.

Darling, I'm sorry about that.

I should have said
that Morris just doesn't shoot.

Don't worry. William's just making
a fuss. He has this ridiculous idea

that Americans all sleep
with guns under their pillows.

They do, but they're more
for each other than for killing birds.

Remind me. How are you related
to William exactly?

Our mothers were first cousins.

Don't believe
I ever met William's mother.

Didn't she do something rather original?

Well, she was a teacher.

And so was mine.

- That's marvelous, isn't it?
- Sylvia is so clever.

She always finds
such wonderful servants.

I don't know how she manages.
I'm breaking in a new maid.

I'm simply worn out with it.

Actually, there's nothing
more exhausting, is there?

- I don't have a lady's maid.
- Oh... Oh, hello.

I was just telling dear Mabel here
about my new maid.

Honestly, the amount I have to do
for her, she should be paying me.

She does seem rather young.

Well, of course, what she is, my dear,
is wonderfully cheap.

Mabel, where are you going?
The room's this way.

Why the hell did you have to mention
you don't have a maid?

Why would you mention you didn't
have a maid, for God's sake?

You'd find it a lot easier to clean them
if you put the trees in first.

I was just about to do that.

- Are these Mr. Novello's shoes?
- Yes.

- Do you really live in Hollywood?
- I do.

Hmm. How did you get there?
Where did you start from?

Where else do you think?
Scotland.

Were you always in service?

Did you ever think of trying to get
into films while you were there?

I wanted to be an actor once...
when I was little.

I suppose old Mother Trentham will have
her begging bowl out while she's here.

She won't be bothering
your employers, that's certain.

Why not?

Because Lady Lavinia Meredith hasn't
got a penny to bless herself with.

And whose fault is that?

There's nothing wrong with the commander.
He's just been a bit unfortunate.

I'll say. I think he's pathetic.

Then why don't you hand in your notice?

Well, the other two sisters
fell on their feet.

It helps that they're both good-looking.

- Lady Sylvia's lovely.
- You think so?

She might have done a bit
better for herself, really.

I beg your pardon?
Lord Carton wanted to have Sir William

for either of the two eldest.
I was told he could have had his pick.

- Why was Lord Carton so keen?
- Why do you think?

Who do you suppose pays for him
to swan around Biarritz

for six months of the year?

Come to that, who keeps Ma Trentham
in stockings and gin?

Old money bags, that's who.

I think it's disgusting
the way they all use him.

None of them has got the brains
to make the price of a packet of tea.

- Are you finished, Elsie?
- Yes, Mrs. Wilson.

- I've just got this hem to do.
- What's Lord Stockbridge like?

He thinks he's God Almighty.
They all do.

Why does this fork go on the right?

Because they eat the fish
with two of them.

- One in each hand.
- Why is that, then?

- Search me.
- What are you doing here?

- Just looking around.
- Mr. Jennings will be up in a minute.

If I were you,
I'd go and look around somewhere else.

- Is that what you'd do?
- That's exactly what I would do.

Then that's what I'll do.

- Something funny about that bloke.
- His accent for a start.

- What do you think his game is?
- I don't know.

Are you finished? What about
Lord Rupert Standish and Mr. Blond?

Her Ladyship said not to lay for them.

Stuff's all ready if they turn up on time.
We can stick on two extra places in a jiffy.

When they arrive,
you'll be dressing Mr. Blond, Arthur.

- Mr. Blond?
- Yes, Mr. Blond.

George, you'll have Lord Rupert.

If they're very late,
they can change by themselves,

and you can tidy up
when they're downstairs.

- Is Mr. Nesbitt settled?
- I'll go and finish him off now, sir.

- And, um... Mr. Novello?
- Mr. Weissman's man will attend to him.

Right! After you're finished,

join me in the drawing room
with the drinks.

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.

Only I thought I'd be doing
Mr. Novello, that's all.

Now you won't get to see him
in his under drawers.

Never mind. Better luck next time.

They're rather a mixed bunch.

That Mr. Weissman's very odd.
Apparently, he produces motion pictures.

The Charlie Chan mysteries.
Or does he direct them?

I never know the difference.

- Really? I enjoy those, milady.
- Ye... Mary.

I suppose it's fun
having a film star staying.

There's always so little to talk about
after the first flush of recognition.

And why has Freddie Nesbitt brought
that awful, common little wife of his?

I mean, Isobel only asked him
because a gun dropped out.

That's no excuse to inflict her on us all.

Mary!

So, what's the gossip
in the servants' hall?

- Hmm?
- Um... nothing, milady.

Nonsense. Come on, out with it.

Well, is it true that Sir William
could have married Lady Stockbridge,

if he'd wanted to?

Is that what they're saying?

Only that Lord Carton was
after Sir William for one of them,

but he didn't care which.

What would you say if I told you...

...they cut cards for him?

William, Lewis said you wanted me.

- Who's next to me at dinner?
- Oh, you know.

Aunt Constance and Lavinia.

Why do I have to have
that bloody old trout all the time?

I want Louisa.

Do I have to explain
the table of precedence again?

I don't give a shit about precedence!

You always complain
that people look down on you,

and then you behave like a peasant.

Now, tomorrow morning,
I'll... I'll breakfast in bed,

and then get straight up into the tweeds.

- What shirt have you brought?
- Um, the green with the pink stripe.

Oh, no, dear. No, that's quite wrong.

No, always something
very plain for country sports.

The one I had on today will do.

- But it's soiled.
- Yeah, well, you can wash it, can't you?

God, I hate shooting.

Why does one have to do these things?

Has Constance asked
for money, yet?

No.

Raymond tells me she's been complaining
that her allowance isn't big enough.

Good mind to stop it completely.

- I thought it was for her lifetime.
- No, no.

- Will that be all, sir?
- Mmm.

I do wish that Anthony
wasn't here.

Make sure I'm not left
alone with him.

- Why?
- I'm pulling out of his scheme.

- Oh. Have you told him?
- No, and I'm not going to, either.

Louisa said I should leave it
till next week.

Let him sob in private.

- Go, say hello to your mommy. Go on.
- Far be it from me to contradict Louisa.

- Anything else, sir?
- Just get Pip.

- He might fall down the stairs.
- Where is he gone?

Hey, hey, come here!
Come here.

Thank you, Elsie.
You keep hold of him.

- Is everything alright?
- Cheap dress, wrong shoes.

I'm making bricks without straw,
Mr. Probert, really.

You don't have any spare hairpins,
do you?

Yeah. I'm trying to get back to the room
for a second, and I can't find it.

It's the staircase
at the end of the corridor.

- Oh, thank you.
- Ah!

Oh, Pip.
Oh, thank you, Elsie.

Thank you. Oh!
You've got some hair on your dress.

- Thank you, sir.
- Yes.

Shut up, Mabel! There is
nothing going on between me and Isobel.

Can't you just tell me the truth?
You're a liar, Freddie.

- There is nothing...
- You are a liar!

Don't you call me a liar!

I found some pins, madam,
from Lady Trentham's maid.

Right.

- We're supposed to be downstairs already.
- Well, you go on.

I'll be down in a minute.

Try and make her look respectable.

Oh, thank you.

Well, there's no harm in trying.

Well, thank you very much,
Mr. Jennings.

- Just Jennings, sir.
- Alright.

Just Jennings.

Oh, by the way, I've booked
a telephone call to California,

and I'd appreciate it if you would get me
as soon as it comes through.

- Very good, sir.
- Thank you, Jennings.

You're not gonna provide
entertainment?

That's how you got your invitation.

Oh, no, don't get up. Please, go on.

You look lovely in that dress,
if I may say so.

Thank you.

What is it? I don't recognize it.

A little something I'm working on.

I can't imagine how one ever
goes about inventing a tune.

- Where do you start?
- It's rather difficult to say.

Well, I think you're too clever for words.

- Good evening.
- Hello.

- Lovely dress.
- Thank you.

Hi.

How do you manage
to put up with these people?

Well, you forget I earn my living
by impersonating them.

Can I help you?

You know, I really enjoy the way
you do things, Mr. Jennings.

I beg your pardon?

- What is it, Henry?
- Nothing.

I just wanted to be sure
you had everything you need, sir.

Yes, I do. Thank you.

It's wonderful to find a servant
who really shows an interest.

- Don't you think?
- Sir.

Come on, girls. Sit down.
Tuck in, we've got 20 minutes.

Shuffle along. Here he comes.

- Everything satisfactory, Mr. Jennings?
- Yes, thank you, Dorothy.

They have their drinks.
I think we can all take

our leisure for half an hour or so.

What's this?

I believe this is my place,
Mr. Jennings.

Oh... and since when did a baroness
outrank a countess?

Miss Trentham, would you
take the place of honor, please?

Miss Trentham?

I'm alright here,
Mr. Jennings. Thank you.

Go on. Don't keep him waiting.

Ah, Miss Meredith.
Would you come and sit on my left?

Naturally, I'm nothing when
there are visitors in the house.

- Never mind, I'm used to it.
- Good evening, Mrs. Wilson.

Good evening.

For what we are about to receive,
may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Right! Start when you get it.
No time for loitering.

I'm not serving tonight,
Mr. Jennings, am I?

Not tonight, Elsie,
but probably tomorrow.

- Where is Mrs. Croft?
- Always eats with her own staff.

Does she take her pudding
to Mrs. Wilson's room? Our cook does that.

Fat chance. They hate each other.

- Can I ask a question?
- Certainly, Mr. Weissman.

And how can we help you?

I just wondered, how many people here
had parents in service?

And was that why
they chose to go into it?

What an interesting question,

and one, um, to which, I'm afraid,
I cannot provide the answer.

All of you whose parents
were in service, raise your hand.

- My father was.
- Both... nanny and groom.

- Not you, Dorothy?
- My father was a farmer, Mr. Jennings.

A tenant of Lord Carton's.

- Mr. Meredith?
- Factory hands, both of them.

And if you ask me, they were better off.

What about you, Mr. Stockbridge?

What's the matter?
Don't you know?

Yeah, I know what they did.

But it didn't have any effect on me
or my choice of work.

- And why's that?
- Because I grew up in an orphanage.

Thank you, Mr. Weissman,

for giving us all a little something
to think about.

Oh, Her Ladyship.

Oh, I'm so sorry to disturb you.

Please, do sit down
and finish your supper.

Mrs. Wilson, a major crisis has arisen.
I have just found out

that Mr. Weissman won't eat meat,
and I don't know what to do.

I can't tell Mrs. Croft.
I simply don't dare.

Everything's under control,
Your Ladyship.

Mr. Weissman's valet informed us
as soon as he arrived,

so we've prepared
a special version of the soup.

He can eat the fish
and the hors d'oeuvres,

and we'll have a Welsh rarebit
for the game course.

I don't know about the entree,
but we'll think of something.

Thank you, Mrs. Wilson.
Ten steps ahead as usual.

Which one of you
is Mr. Weissman's valet?

I am, Your Ladyship.

Are you, indeed? Yes, heavens.

Um, thank you for your... efficiency.

- You're all set, then.
- Yes, George?

Nothing, sir.

I should hope not.
I'm very hungry.

I was, uh, wondering, William,

if I could have a word
with you alone after dinner.

I can't leave my guests, can I?

You'll make that dog sick.

Isobel, did you know
that William and I

are going into business together
in the Sudan?

- No, I didn't know that.
- It's quite exciting. Erm...

What's happened is, apparently,

there are hundreds and hundreds
of Sudanese native soldiers,

entire regiments
wandering around the desert,

willy-nilly,
without anything on their feet,

which causes some hardship,
I imagine.

No, I grew up in Leicester.

- My father had a glove factory.
- Really?

One thing I do know is
how a glove should fit.

Really, darling. You're boring
poor Mr. Novello to death.

No!

I think he will explain
everything to me,

and kind of show me how it all works.

There's gonna be a pheasant hunt
in my picture.

There's a large market in modernizing
the armies in the Sudan,

and providing them with boots.

And then the old bag
just served it to all the servants.

I couldn't believe it.

- Aren't you cold?
- It's better than that kitchen.

Here. I thought you could do with this.

Oh, that's kind, love.

- Elsie, hello.
- Good evening, Your Lordship.

We've got bags and guns
and everything and no man.

Will you sort it out for me?

- Of course, Your Lordship.
- Thank you.

- We'll get your bags, sir.
- Thank you. That's very kind of you.

Good evening.

Right. In the boot, is it?

Sorry, can I trouble you
for a light, please?

- You got that bag?
- Yeah.

Thank you.
Good evening.

You think he's losing
interest in that thing?

Well, not just that.
The whole Empire.

I think he said
the steam's gone out of it.

William?

That's not true, is it,
that you think the Empire's finished?

I w-w-what?

Well, the Empire was finished
after the war.

Well, because of the war.
It changed everything.

Empire Leicester Square?

Well, I don't care
what's changed or not changed.

As long as our sons are spared
what you all went through.

Oh, not all.
You didn't fight, did you, William?

I did my bit.

Well, you made a lot of money,
but it's not quite the same thing

as charging into the cannon's mouth,
now, is it?

Thank God for Raymond. At least the family
had one representative in the front line.

Raymond, tell them how many times
you were mentioned in dispatches.

- I forget.
- No, you don't. Come on.

- Is he being modest?
- Yes, he's being very modest.

What do you think you're doing here?

Mrs. Wilson asked me to tell you
that the others have arrived.

Good.

Lord Rupert Standish
and Mr. Blond are here, milady.

They can have a tray
in the billiard room.

- They can join us later.
- Very good, milady.

- Is Rupert here?
- Yes.

- Shall I go and say hello?
- No, I don't think so.

Face it, you're a younger son,

with the taste of marquess
and the income of a vicar.

Her mother likes you.
She does, too.

Now, I know she's not exactly
a show-stopper...

- Her father's not keen on the idea.
- He'll come around.

"Met my daughter,
Lady Rupert Standish?"

He thinks I'm in it for the money.

Of course he does.
But you can't let that put you off.

He's much more
of an obstacle than you think.

Then you must overcome that,
mustn't you?

Her Ladyship asked if you would join her
in the drawing room when you've finished.

Alright, ladies, off you go.

Gentlemen.

Chaps, move down, move down.

Louisa, look after Pip for me, will you?

I wonder if we could have
a word or two later on, William?

- Ah, George...
- Do you think so?

Ah, good, good.

- Jennings, could I...?
- Certainly, sir.

There's more in here.
I'm just getting them.

I need all the knives there.
All the knives.

- Maude, let's go and get the fish kettle.
- Counting again...

Fred? Albert? Ready?

- There he is.
- Who?

Lord Stockbridge's valet.
Apparently, he grew up in an orphanage.

Arthur said they made him
shout it down the table.

Makes you feel sorry for him, really.

It's nothing to be
ashamed of. It's not his fault.

Would you like me to ask Lord Rupert
and Mr. Blond to join you, sir?

No, leave them be.
They can entertain the ladies.

Give Mr. Novello a rest.

Anthony, did I overhear you saying
you will go into business with Sir William?

- I beg your pardon?
- Is it very old?

Possibly, possibly.

If you need an expert in changing money,
especially Africa, I'm your man... expert.

Yes, the expert.

No, it's not here.

Mr. Jennings is certain
he hasn't got it?

Oh, so he says.

But if it's a silver carving knife,
he must have it.

It's just gone in the wrong drawer
in the silver pantry.

- It wouldn't have been put in here.
- Well, that's what I told him!

How old would you say
that Mr. Stockbridge was?

Don't know. About 31, 32.

- Why?
- Oh, no reason.

I think I'll turn in.
We got an early start.

You can tell Mr. Jennings
we haven't got that knife.

- Pleasant evening, milady?
- Not really, no.

Had Lord Stockbridge on one side
boring for Britain,

and Freddie Nesbitt
on the other sucking up.

Oh, I'm worn out.
Is there any more chocolate in that pot?

I'll go down
and make some more, milady.

Lewis?

Lewis?

- I was looking for my maid.
- She's just gone downstairs.

Can I help?

She went to fetch some chocolate,

but now I wonder whether
I wouldn't prefer milk.

Would that be hot milk or cold?

- You decide.
- I couldn't say, milady.

Hot then, with something to make it sweet.
You have your hands in your pockets.

- Otherwise I'll never sleep.
- Why?

Do you have trouble sleeping,
milady?

I have a feeling
I might have trouble tonight.

I'll be wide awake at 1:00am,
bored to sobs.

Then we must try and think
of something to amuse you.

- Barnes. It's alright.
- Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.

No, I knew it. I knew William
would try something like this.

- Course he would. Fuck him!
- Shortarse!

And fuck this room!

I think you should come with me
tomorrow.

I'll just say I need you.

Oh, I got through to the coast tonight.
Finally. Is that clock right?

We got turned down by Una Merkel,
so... Sheen's pushing for a rewrite.

He thinks the part's too small.

It's a fucking Charlie Chan picture,
not a movie about a socialite.

So...

Will I see you later?

I don't think I should risk it.
Do you?

Goodnight, sir.

Henry.

Don't forget those.
They'll think you don't care.

- Oh, I must've taken the wrong stairs.
- You better not be seen up here.

- I'd better go down.
- Why?

There's no rush.

Since you're here now,
what about a drink?

What are you doing?

No!

Get off me!

Get off me! Get off...

What?

What's this?
What are you doing here?

I came up the wrong staircase. I was
just waiting till the coast was clear.

Well, you better go down again
before anyone catches you.

Just a minute.

- What?
- Nothing.

- Do you want a drink?
- Sure.

So what do you make of the place?

Is this a well-run house,
would you say?

Do you think Sir William
would be good to work for?

No.

How long you been doing this?

- What?
- Valeting?

About seven years.
I was a footman before that.

And working for Lord Stockbridge...
is that a promotion?

No.

I used to be with the Earl of Flintshire.

- Then why did you move?
- 'Cause I felt like it.

Who's that?

- That's my mother.
- Where does she live?

She doesn't. That's why they put me
in an orphanage.

That's right. Sorry.

What happened to her?

- What do you mean?
- I mean, why did she die?

Was she young?
Was it in childbirth?

You're not very curious, are you?

Yeah, she was young.
She worked in a factory.

She had me.
A little while later, she died.

End of story.

Then why didn't you say
she was a factory worker at dinner?

'Cause I didn't fancy discussing
my private life

with a table full of strangers.

I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn, mate.
Didn't mean to offend you.

I'm not offended.

And don't call me "mate".

Well, I'll see you later.

I've got a date
with a hot glass of milk.

I shouldn't worry about it.
It goes with the territory.

Oh, look. It's Mr. Novello.

Just think of him sleeping downstairs.

I'm gonna have to watch you, my girl.
I can see that.

Her Ladyship says Mr. Weissman's
a Hollywood producer.

He does the Charlie Chan films.

Yeah, I like those.
I like a bit of a fright in the cinema.

You could go with his valet.
He'd give you a fright.

You'd better keep your eye on him.
I think he's a queer one.

He's not from Scotland, for a start.
At least not any part of it that I know.

- What's Mrs. Nesbitt like?
- She's alright.

I feel a bit sorry for her, really.

- Of course, it never works.
- What never works?

Well, when a man like that
marries beneath him,

he hasn't got the brains
to carry it off.

- I think it's romantic to marry for love.
- Love? Not him.

He's a nasty piece of work.

The honorable Freddie Nesbitt.
That's a laugh.

No, it was her father's money
he was after.

It was less than he thought,
and now it's all spent,

all he's got to show for it
is a wife he's ashamed of.

And he's lost his job.

Wants Miss Isobel to put in a word
with Sir William.

- What's the matter?
- I never washed that shirt!

Oh, she's gonna kill me.

Do you think I could do it now?

- Do you want me to go with you?
- No.

I'll be alright.

What are you doing down here?

I'm supposed to wash
Lady Trentham's shirt for tomorrow.

There's a sink in the ironing room.

Is someone in there?

What are you doing here?

I just had to rinse this shirt out.

Should've knocked, shouldn't you?

Miss Trentham?

I was just washing a shirt
of Her Ladyship's.

I hope you found everything
you required.

Does she have to have marmalade?

Only Dorothy made
too little of it last January,

and we've run out of the homemade.

I don't suppose she'd care
for strawberry jam instead?

No, I thought not.

Oh, I was rather hoping
for a word with Mrs. Wilson.

Mrs. Wilson, will you tell Jennings

that we'll have the soup
after the fourth drive tomorrow?

A-a-and tell Mrs. Croft
to-to make sure it's hot, cold-hot.

It's been cold the last few weeks.
And more pepper in it.

Is that you?

Were you expecting someone else?

Seven-hundred day today?

Well, lads, don't coach your guns,
even if they can't hit a barn door.

Don't tell them where
they're missing, unless they ask.

- Lovely day! Jennings...
- I hope it holds for you, sir.

- Enjoy the shoot.
- Can a pheasant ever be dangerous?

- Dangerous?
- Do I have to worry about it attacking?

- Morning, sir.
- Right, draw your pegs.

I'm gonna be cheering him on.

Here we are.

- Morning, Jennings.
- Are you shooting today, sir?

- I never shoot.
- Oh.

I'm-I'm starving.

Where have you been?

Sorry.

Oh, they always send up
a good breakfast here.

I'll say that for Sylvia.
She's not at all mean in that way.

Oh, dear. Bought marmalade.
Dear me, I call that very feeble.

Well, I suppose
one can't have everything.

Mary, I don't think
I'll wear that shirt after all.

The other one's warmer.
That's all I care about.

Ooh, yummy!

Yummy, yummy, yummy.

What do you mean,
you're going shooting?

Mr. Weissman wants me to accompany him.
Nothing wrong in that.

But what for? You're not loading.
He hasn't got a gun.

- He might need something.
- What could he need?

Yeah, we know the very idea of service
is offensive to you, George.

But there's no need
to take it out on the rest of us.

Please, forgive our ill manners,
Mr. Weissman.

I think he's got something to hide,
that one.

We all have something to hide,
Mr. Meredith.

Would you like
to get changed now, Miss?

- He won't do it.
- Who won't do what?

My father. He won't give Freddie a job.

I spoke to him last night,
and he said he'd think about it.

But this morning, he says
it isn't up to him, when, of course, it is.

- Why not?
- I don't know.

Something to do
with why Freddie was sacked.

But I can't get a straight answer
out of either of them.

Well, you've done your best.

Mr. Nesbitt can't ask
for more than that now, can he?

But he can, much more!
He says he's going to tell him.

Do you think he will?

I don't know. He says Daddy
will give him a job to keep him quiet.

- Will you say something?
- To Mr. Nesbitt?

To Daddy.

Really, Miss, why do you think
I can make a difference?

Will you?

I think you should wear
your warm underwear today.

Nearly.

That's mine.

Oh, God! It's on its way.

Damn! Bloody gun's no good.
I told you not to bring this one.

Blast.

I think I pricked that one.
I-I 'm pretty sure I pricked it.

Bugger!

Oh! Oh!

Blast!

Oh, damn! Blast!

- Are you alright, sir?
- No, I'm not alright!

God, where the bloody hell
did that come from?

- It's nicked you, sir.
- God, it's nicked me.

- What cretin did that?
- I don't know, sir.

Find Strutt! Ask him if he knows
who's responsible.

And if he knows, tell him to send
the gun back to the bloody house.

Everybody knows the desperate situation
we're in, but nobody seems to care.

Oh, there you are.
Did you find one?

- Well?
- Don't look at me.

If I so much as open my mouth
on the subject, it'll make things worse.

- I've already tried.
- Jennings says the car's ready.

Oh, goody. I'm starving.

- What are you wearing?
- Why? Don't you like it?

- You bought it.
- Did I?

- Oh, how extraordinary of me.
- Come on. Better get going.

Where's that wretched Mabel?

Has anyone checked her outfit?
She's probably in black velvet

with a feather in her hair.

She's in the morning room
looking perfectly normal.

- Don't be such a snob, Aunt Constance.
- Me?

I haven't the snobbish bone
in my body.

Oh, Mr. Meredith.

- Is Mr. Stockbridge in?
- Search me.

Oh, Mr. Stockbridge.
I'm sorry to disturb you.

I was just making
my routine inspection.

So, uh, how are you settling in
with Lord Stockbridge?

I'm sorry?

How are you settling in
with Lord Stockbridge?

I know that you haven't been
with him for long.

Not long, no.

I'm afraid smoking
isn't allowed up here.

I hope you're finding everything to make
His Lordship's stay more comfortable.

I hope we haven't forgotten anything.

I can't believe you forget much,
Mrs. Wilson.

No, not much.

Well, I'll leave you to your book.

You know... bang! Whoof!

You should be more
selective about the people you invite.

- Well, I've got a good appetite.
- Yes.

Terribly muddy here.
Do watch.

Do you see what I'm saying?
I've been noticing it.

Doesn't this look lovely?
They really have done well.

Now do go in and have a drink.

I can tell you, Raymond, it's a bloody
awful thing to have happened.

- Oh, God, Louisa.
- Oh! Oh, I say.

Two inches to my right I'd have been dead.
I've just been shot.

- What?
- Yes, that's right.

- Oh, yes, please.
- What happened to your ear?

Some idiot shot me.

- That was a terrible shot.
- Did you have fun?

I don't think you realize
how serious this is.

Of course I do.

Why can't you get
your sisters to help?

Darling, do you think I haven't tried?
You know what they're like.

Well, I know they couldn't care less
if we go under.

Why should they care,
as long as their dressmakers are busy

and their dinners are served on time?

- Wait a minute. There's a queue here.
- Shh, shh.

Oh!
Shut the door, for heaven's sake.

Don't worry.
It's only Lewis and Dorothy.

If any of the men get found up here,
they get sacked on the spot.

Worse luck.

So, don't tell me you're a convent girl.
Or is that Presbyterian modesty?

- Is the water hot?
- Not really.

No, it won't be till the guns get back.
I'd better get in yours.

Her Ladyship says that Sir William
loves his shooting.

Yeah, he does. Can't hit a barn door,
but he does love it.

It's quite sweet, really.

- Elsie.
- Yeah?

Last night...

What?

- No, I shouldn't say.
- Yes, you should. What?

Well... when I went down
to wash that shirt,

I think I saw him in the ironing room.

He was with
one of the kitchen maids.

- No, that wouldn't have been him.
- I think it was.

He came down the passage
a minute later, and I don't see how...

No, it wasn't him.

You weren't serious last night, were you?

I'm afraid I was, old boy.

I was going to tell you next week,
but since you mentioned it...

I don't think you've grasped quite
what it'll do to the whole project,

in particular what it'll do to me.

- It can't be as black as all that, can it?
- Yes, it bloody well is.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that,
but business is business.

- I'm not a charity commissioner.
- William, I'm begging you.

Damn it!

Oh, dear.

- I'll clear that up.
- I'm sorry.

Arthur, go and get a bucket.

- Have you a cloth?
- ...glass under the table.

Seems very nervous.

We'll have that
cleaned for you at the house.

- ♪ I do like gathering nuts in May
- I borrowed it from Lewis.

- Shot, frightened to death.
- Everything alright, sir?

- I think it's left me deaf.
- Thank you, Arthur.

You know how you said Sir William
could've had his pick,

between Lady Sylvia
and Lady Stockbridge?

- Aye.
- Well, I asked Her Ladyship about it.

And she said they cut cards for him.

- No!
- I know.

I can't believe it, either.
Do you suppose it was a joke?

Well, I wouldn't be too sure.

You know what I heard?

- Oh, just listen to me.
- What?

Why do we spend our lives
living through them?

I mean, look at poor old Lewis.

If her own mother had a heart attack,

she'd think it was less important
than one of Lady Sylvia's farts.

You must know. You can't fool me.

If there's one thing I don't look
for in a maid, it's discretion.

Except with my own secrets, of course.

Well, I don't know much, milady,

but apparently he was counting
on Sir William for an investment,

and had guaranteed his interest,
whatever that means.

Anyway, Mr. Barnes,
the commander's valet,

he said he wanted to leave at once,

but Lady Lavinia's persuaded him
to stay until tomorrow

to make less of a thing of it.

Oh, thank heavens.

Lewis told me you were wearing white.

White? She must be mad.
I never wear white.

I thought it was a little odd.

By the way, for God's sake,
don't rub him up tonight.

- I don't know what you mean.
- You know exactly what I mean.

He's in a filthy mood with everyone.

He's talking about stopping
your allowance.

But it's for life. That was settled.
He can't do that.

Just you watch him.
He's absolutely spoiling for a fight.

So if you'll take my advice,
you won't give him one.

Now, that you can be discreet about.

Thank you.

Goodness, isn't it pretty here?
The house has such lovely position.

The best view's from the old water tower.
You might well walk up there tomorrow.

Do you really have to go
back to London?

I am afraid so, Raymond.

When you're ruined,
there's so much to do.

Yes, there is, isn't there?
Moan, moan, moan.

Would anybody care
for a game of bridge after dinner?

Oh, yes, I wouldn't mind.

Who else? Louisa, how about you?

Oh, I don't think so.
I've rather gone off cards.

I've never been very lucky with them.

Me too.

Mr. Weissman, tell us about the film
you're going to make.

Oh, sure. It's called "Charlie Chan
in London". It's a detective story.

- Set in London?
- Well, not really.

Erm, most of it takes place
at a shooting party in a country house,

sort of like this one, actually.

A murder in the middle of the night.
A lot of guests for the weekend.

Everyone's a suspect...
You know, that sort of thing.

How horrid.

And who turns out to have done it?

I couldn't tell you that.
It would spoil it for you.

Oh, but none of us will see it.

Are you thinking of making it here,
Mr. Weissman?

Uh, no, we're going to shoot it
in Hollywood, on the backlot.

But since I was in England,

I thought I would do a little research
on country living

and Ivor was kind enough
to arrange it for me.

Mmm, no.
William arranged it for you.

Are you interested
in films, sir?

Not likely.

Why shouldn't I be interested in films?
You don't know what I'm interested in.

Well, I know you're interested in money
and fiddling with your guns,

but for anything else I'm stumped.

That is not fair. Bill is...

Elsie.

Elsie, what's...?

It's not as if I didn't know.

So we can all play bridge.

All playing?

Who's going to play bridge?
Are they going to play bridge?

Where's Rupert?

- Rupert!
- Coming.

- I heard Lady Sylvia spoke out of turn.
- You didn't actually see?

So what's going to happen to Elsie?

She'll be lucky if they don't boot her
out before the morning.

You should've seen it.

She has been here a long time.

Shall I tell you
what that means to them? Bugger all.

Please, Mr. Meredith.
There are ladies present.

Where, exactly, is Sir William now?

He's still in the library.
He won't be out again tonight.

Dorothy.

Mr. Meredith,
may I ask what is going on?

Uh, we were just...

George, will you please join me
in the drawing room as soon as possible.

Mr. Probert,
kindly take everybody downstairs.

- Certainly.
- Dorothy, I'm especially surprised at you.

Come along, ladies.
Come along.

Is it true, then?
Has Elsie really been sacked?

- Lady Trentham.
- Well, luck of the draw.

- Freddie, I'd like to...
- Darling, we've just cut.

- Ivor, darling...
- Thank you so much.

Would it be awful of me to ask you
to play something to cheer us all up a bit?

- Of course not.
- Thank you. So sweet.

I've booked the first passage home.

I'll be living on the phone till I set sail.
I have to be in London tomorrow.

So, if you prefer to stay,
I can take a train.

- I'll give you a lift in my car.
- Oh, thank you.

You're providing a lot
of entertainment for nothing.

Morris, I'm used to it.

Excuse me.

- Music moves on.
- Funny old evening, hmm?

♪ Somewhere there's another land

- Oh!
- ♪ Different from this one...

You're not going to stand over
my shoulder and watch me, please.

- ♪ Far more mercifully planned
- You'll put me off.

- He's rather a big success.
- ♪ Than the cruel place we know

Huge.
It's absolutely ridiculous.

♪ Innocence and peace are there

Do you think he'll be as long
as he usually is?

- ♪ All is good that is desired
- I think he's rather wonderful.

♪ Faces there are always fair

♪ Love grows never old nor tired

Well, I have only seen one.

♪ We shall never find

♪ That lovely land of Might-Have-Been

♪ I shall never be your king

♪ Nor you shall be my queen

♪ Days may pass and years may pass

♪ And seas may lie between...

- I don't think we should be doing this.
- Oh, come on.

♪ Sometimes on the rarest nights

♪ Comes the vision...

I don't know. It's just...

I mean, how could she let him
touch her?

- You sound as if you don't like him.
- You'd be surprised.

- Alright, surprise me.
- Maybe I will.

I saw him in "The Lodger".

But I've never heard him sing
in person.

♪ Hope that plays her tune alone

♪ Love that conquers pain and death...

Will you, um, excuse me for a minute?

- You don't need my help?
- No, we're fine.

Oh, my Lord.

♪ Days may pass or years may pass

♪ The seas may lie between

♪ Shall we ever find

♪ Our lovely land...

It seems to be much more than just
background music, somehow or other.

Ivor, darling, it was lovely.

Thank you.

♪ I seem to be
the victim of a cruel jest

♪ It dogs my footsteps
with the girl I love the best...

Anthony...

Shh, it's the commander!

- Oh!
- Good evening, sir.

- Excuse me.
- Sir.

No, carry on.

♪ My car will meet her

♪ And her mother comes, too

♪ It's a two-seater

♪ Still her mother comes, too... ♪

- What do you want?
- I brought you some coffee.

If I wanted coffee, I'd have rung for it.

Leave that.
Give me some whiskey.

♪ And her mother comes, too

♪ Asked not to do so

♪ Still her mother comes, too

♪ She simply can't take a snub

♪ I go and sulk about

♪ And take a bath at the club

♪ And her brother comes, too

♪ And though we've parted

♪ And her mother came, too

♪ Three bags I carted

♪ And her mother came, too

♪ She fainted just off the tee

♪ My darling whispered to me...

♪ At last we are free

♪ But her mother came, too ♪

I thought you might need a drink
and some company.

Well, that's really very kind of you.
Give me just a sec.

Lovely long repertoire.

♪ I can give you the starlight

♪ Love unchanging and true...

We've run out of milk, Mr. Jennings.
Won't be a moment.

Hmm.

Desperate for a fag.

♪ Pools of shimmering blue

♪ All that I can be

♪ All you ask of me

♪ Music in spring

♪ Flowers for a king

♪ All these I bring to you

♪ When I was young

♪ My foolish fancies...

Where's Mr. Weissman's man?

- He's missing the music.
- Shh.

♪ A little living...

What are you doing?
Dorothy, get back to work.

Excuse me, but Dorothy's under
my jurisdiction as well, you know.

And I say she can listen
to a spot of music if she likes.

- Excuse me. Where's the telephone?
- Oh. I'm sorry, sir.

Uh, it's just over there, sir.

♪ I can give you the mountains

♪ Pools of shimmering blue

♪ Call and I can be

♪ All you ask of me

♪ Music in spring

♪ Flowers for a king

♪ All these I bring to you ♪

Don't, don't, don't. Please don't
encourage him. He'll just go on and on.

♪ In BC 33

♪ Ah, me, that's a dash long time ago

♪ There lived a Roman hero

♪ Who had shaken hands with Nero...

- Oh, you're still here.
- I thought that...

Yeah, well, appearances
can be deceptive, can't they?

- Elsie.
- Goodnight.

♪ So if you wonder
what a duke should be

♪ Just you take another look at me

♪ I'm doubty, I'm gouty

♪ I'm wonderful to see

♪ All my people 'pon my soul, it's true

♪ Look on Noah as a parvenu

♪ By gad, you can search
your family tree

♪ But you'll never find a duke like me

♪ When old Canute was buying a suit

♪ One day, so runs the tale

♪ A young convicted felon

♪ Brought him a juicy melon

♪ And was then released from jail

♪ This noble youth, to tell the truth

♪ Sailed right away to sea

♪ And the Duke of Malta's daughter

♪ Brought up his shaving water

♪ And the grand result was me

♪ So if you wonder
what a duke should be

♪ Just you take another look at m

♪ I'm doubty, I'm gouty

♪ I'm wonderful to see

♪ All my people 'pon my soul, it's true

♪ Look on Noah as a parvenu

♪ By gad, you can search
your family tree

♪ But you'll never find a duke like me

♪ If you wonder what a duke could be

♪ Just you take another look at me

♪ I'm doubty, I'm gouty

♪ I'm wonderful to see

♪ All my people 'pon my soul, it's true

♪ Look on Noah as a parvenu

♪ By gad, you can search
your family tree

♪ But you'll never find...

He gave you that
for your birthday, did he?

Hmm?

He gave you that
for your birthday, William did?

Yeah, I've got a call
booked for California.

California.

♪ We're both undoubtedly sane

♪ We're not so horribly plain

♪ Something is wrong
but who can tell us what...

Oh, Freddie, we gave up on you.

We waited as long as we could.

Do you think William's
still in the library?

- Where have you been?
- Hmm?

- I suppose.
- Where have you been?

- None of your business.
- What else are we going to do?

- Well, I could try and fetch him.
- Oh, would you?

He's always preferred you to me.

Yes, I'd be delighted.

♪ You've got the size of eyes I idolize

- ♪ Your arms invite a glamorous night
- Today is not my day.

♪ What am I to do?

♪ Why isn't it you?

If that's what you call a moment,

I'd like to see what happens
when you take a real break.

♪ You've got the lips for me,
the hips for me...

Here. Did yours as well.
Before the rush starts.

Thank you.

♪ Why isn't it you?

♪ Why must we miss
a chance like this

♪ When chances are few?

- ♪ You've got the size of eyes I idolize
- Where have you been?

- It's fine, it's fine.
- ♪ Your arms invite a glamorous night... ♪

William?

Oh, God, Bill.

Come here, you horrid little dirty thing.

Bill!

♪ You've got the lips for me,
the hips for me

♪ The feet for me
and the beat for me...

♪ So tell me why... ♪

- Dear God!
- Oh, my God.

Louisa!

Isobel? Isobel?

George. Excuse me, sir.

Jennings.

Oh, my dear.

Darling? Darling?

Could someone get
a glass of water, please?

- Keep everybody out of this room.
- Yes, sir, certainly.

- Over here. Louisa.
- Bill.

- Louisa, just sit and be quiet.
- But...

- Mummy?
- Just stay there.

- Is she alright?
- Everything's fine.

Oh, Sylvia...

- Well, tell Mr. Warner...
- Excuse me, I need that telephone.

Excuse me, I'm on the telephone.
I'm on a call to California.

Hello? Yes, would you connect me
with the police station, please?

I'm looking for a kind
of realistic Charlie Chan movie.

This isn't out of the question.
We should try to do this.

It has to be better. We can't do
the same old shit over and over again.

Alan Mowbray... I like that.
I mean, that's a butler.

These people here
look like Alan Mowbray.

I mean, they're sort of tall,
and they don't say too much.

And they have
fucking British accents, right?

They talk like they're from England.

- Good evening.
- Is Ray Milland British?

- Evening. This is Constable Dexter...
- You must be the police.

- Yes, I'm Inspector Thom...
- I'm Lady Sylvia McCordle.

We haven't moved him. I've gathered
everyone. Come straight through.

Don't worry about him.
He's just an American staying with us.

I'll tell you who we all are.

Then we can all go to bed
and leave you with poor William.

- Does that sound like a good plan?
- Yes, indeed.

Shall I introduce myself?
I'm Inspector Thom...

- This is my aunt, Lady Trentham.
- Ah, yes, the Countess of Trentham.

I served with your husband on a...

My brother-in-law Lord Stockbridge.
Lady Stockbridge.

Jennings, please would you
remove that vile animal?

- Certainly, milady.
- Uh, Mrs. Nesbitt.

Mr. Nesbitt.

Ivor Novello, who I'm sure
needs no introduction.

- Of course. Mr. Novello...
- No, wait.

Would you like to speak
to the servants tonight, Inspector?

- Inspector Thom...
- He ought to speak to my husband's valet.

Tell him to come up.
Now, where was I?

- Uh... Isobel McCordle, my daughter.
- Charlie Chan is in London.

He's not in California.

They're talking to me about rewrites
about the part of the Cockney maid,

and she's running in
and saying all these things.

Look, I'm here. They don't talk.

The butlers and the maids,
they stand, they watch.

I mean, you know, they serve.
They do things.

What about Claudette Colbert?
She's British, isn't she?

She sounds British.
Is she, like, affected, or is she British?

Oh, Dorothy, would you take...?

Um, well, I...

Come on, spit it out.

The police would like to see you
for a moment.

- Me?
- No, Mrs. Croft. Mr. Probert.

Me? Why?

Oh, well.

I don't know what I can tell them.

George, would you see if anything more
is required in the red drawing room?

Yes, sir.

I don't see the point
in the rest of you waiting up.

What about me, Mr. Jennings?

You can go as soon
as the police release you.

I daresay that'll be sometime tomorrow.

Until then, you can stay in your room.

I'm not contagious, you know.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Those of you with remaining duties,
see to them as quickly as you can.

Otherwise... goodnight, everyone.

- Goodnight, sir.
- Goodnight, sir.

- Mr. Jennings.
- Yes, Mr. Weissman?

I have a confession to make.

Right, but I think
it's clear that it's the valet that did it.

No, because the valet
has access to everybody.

No, the valet isn't the butler.

No, there's one butler, and there's
lots of valets running all over the place.

He takes care of people.
He's in their rooms at night.

He could do it. I mean, the valet
easily could've done it.

Pull yourself together, Mr. Probert.

Try and be a bit patient.
They'll be along in a minute.

Couldn't I just make him
a little more comfortable, sir?

- Please?
- Have a heart, Inspector.

No, it wouldn't be wise, sir. We shouldn't
have to wait too much longer now.

Oh, I don't think it'd do any harm.
Go on.

Oh!

Yes, well, you see, this is why
we have rules and regulations, isn't it?

What is it, Dexter?

Well, only that there doesn't seem
to be much blood, sir.

- Is that everything, milord?
- Yes, thank you, Parks.

I think you should try
and get some sleep.

It's so unfair.
Nobody liked him.

Do stop sniveling.
Anyone would think you were Italian.

Christ!

Will you not let me help you
with your frock, milady?

No, I can manage.

- Then I'll say good night, milady...
- No, wait, wait.

Thank you, milady.

What is it?

Please tell me you haven't come
with condolences.

No.
I was just wondering if you wanted...

What?

I said, I was just
wondering if you wanted some company.

Well, I suppose life must go on.
Unhook me.

No, there's another one.
You'll never get it off like that.

I'm really sorry
about everything.

Don't feel sorry for me.
pity that poor Dorothy.

She's got all the early morning teas
to do and the breakfast trays.

And she's got to get Miss Isobel
to the dining room

and see if she can find anything in black.

She's the one who needs your sympathy.
I'm well out of it.

I would think Miss Isobel
might stay in bed tomorrow.

Unmarried girls don't have
breakfast trays. Not in this house.

I wish I could help.

You can't.

'George says
Mr. Novello was in on it.

'And Sir William.'

The point is, that Henry Denton,
he's an actor.

An actor?

He's playing a butler in the next Charlie
Chan. Wanted to make it authentic.

I'd say the joke was on Lady Sylvia.

I hope he don't model
his performance on Mr. Jennings,

or he'll be too squiffy
to remember his lines.

Ah, Mrs. Croft, isn't it?
I wonder if I could...

Ah, yes, er...have a few words with you.
I'm Inspector Thom...

Oh, I haven't got time for this now.
I'm doing the breakfast.

It wouldn't take much time. Perhaps
you have a room where we could speak.

Oh, I suppose
you'd better come to my room.

Bertha, I'm leaving you in charge.

Dorothy, make sure those menus go up
on Her Ladyship's tray.

And get that filthy dog out of here!

Honestly, these days the countryside's
getting more dangerous than Piccadilly.

But why one of the knives
from the silver pantry?

Doesn't make sense.

He must have forgotten to bring one.

When you think of what
they have to carry about,

all those jemmies and torches
and skeleton keys,

it's a miracle anyone
ever gets burgled at all.

Oh, it's glacial in here.
Get my fur, will you?

Anyway, it wasn't in the silver pantry.

It's been missing since yesterday.

Obviously William had it.

And when the fellow surprised him,
there it was,

on the table as handy as you like.

Are any of the others getting up
for breakfast? The women, I mean.

I think Lady Lavinia may be.

That settles it. Come back
at half past eight. I'll get dressed.

It's the greatest bore, of course,
but I don't want to miss anything.

When I came back last night,
I found this on my dressing table.

What is it?

"This is your final warning.
If I've not received an offer..."

Freddie. What a stupid idiot.

Well, at least he's off your back now.
There's no one to tell.

At least no one's who's gonna give him
a job to shut him up.

Ha-ha! Oh, now,
he's quite the bonny lad, isn't he?

What's he up to these days,
this one, eh?

He's dead.

I don't know what I can tell you.

Shouldn't you be looking
for signs of a break-in?

The thing is, Mrs. Croft, I understand
that no one has served Sir William

longer than you have, is that true?

I'd better be off.
Might not see you again.

I'm only staying
till the police give the nod.

But, Elsie...

You're not in any difficulty, are you?

What, apart from having
no home and no job?

Nah. There's no worries there.

Yes, I was forgetting.
You were much cleverer than I was.

You'll be fine.

I wonder what Lady Sylvia will do now.

If I were her, I'd set up in London
as a glamorous widow,

with all the gentlemen chasing me
for my money.

I wouldn't. I grew up in London.

- Is that where the orphanage was?
- On the edge. Isleworth.

And you don't get homesick?

I don't think you get homesick
if you've never had a home.

Heard about Mr. Weissman's valet?
Turns out he's a fraud.

- He isn't Scottish at all.
- No!

I could've told you that.

- Who is he, then?
- Do you think he's the murderer?

It's worse than that.
He's an actor.

Yes, I want you to wake him up.
How else do you suggest I talk to him?

Yes. Right. Well, what did he say?
What, he's talking about Clara Bow again?

Listen, you tell Sheehan that I think
Clara Bow's a really nice person,

and she's not coming
in ten miles of my picture.

I don't want her in the fucking movie.

There's one thing. The bastard's death
may have saved my bacon.

For God's sake, be quiet.
What's the matter with you?

Arthur...

- Oh, are these tomatoes?
- Yes, milady.

That's exactly what I want.

- Good morning.
- Morning, dear.

Have you heard?

It's too tiresome. That frightful
inspector won't let anyone leave.

So we're to be treated to another day

of Mr. Weissman shouting
down the telephone.

He has some problems with his work
in Los Angeles, I'm afraid.

Well, I must say,
he conducts his affairs very oddly.

Just now, I thought I'd been
transported to a bar in Marseilles.

Jennings?
Excuse me, I'm sorry.

I'm expecting
a really important telephone call.

Will you get me
the second it comes through?

Very good, sir.

And I'd like, uh, oh... tomato and eggs.
Thank you.

Of course, sir, but...

perhaps you would prefer
to choose for yourself, sir?

What do you mean,
like cafeteria style?

The Englishman is never
waited on at breakfast.

Really? Well, that's interesting,
because an American is.

Wow!
I'm going to make a note of that.

Good morning.

Morning.

I'd like some coffee, Jennings.

There it is.

Ah. Good.
Good morning, ladies, gents.

Um, I wonder...
Excuse me.

Uh, will Lady Sylvia
be coming down soon?

I shouldn't think so.
She has breakfast in her room.

Then she usually goes for a ride.

Yes, but she won't be doing that
this morning, will she?

Well, I see.

Well, in that case I wonder,
Lady Trentham,

if you would be kind enough
to join us for some questions.

If you wish, Inspector.

I'm afraid I won't be much help,

but I suppose on a day like this
we all have to pull our weight.

'Mr. Denton made a right chump
out of Mr. Jennings.'

Never mind that.
Did you hear about Sir William?

Apparently, he wasn't stabbed after all.

Well, I mean, he was,
but that's not why he died.

He was poisoned.
That's what killed him.

The inspector told Mrs. Croft.

They don't know why
the killer stabbed him as well,

but he must've been dead already.

That's why there was no blood.

Dead bodies don't bleed, you know?

Trust Sir William
to be murdered twice.

Of course he wasn't murdered.
Not that sort of murder.

Some ruffian broke in,
thinking the library was empty,

Sir William surprised him
and paid the price for it.

And very tragic it is too.

I can't see that, Mr. Jennings.

I don't think ruffians go
about poisoning people

and then stabbing the corpses.

Apart from anything else,

they're usually in a hurry to get away,
aren't they?

What are you suggesting?

- I'm not suggesting anything. It's just...
- Just what?

Well... it looks to me like Sir William
was killed deliberately, that's all.

No wonder they're not letting
any of us go.

Tough luck on whoever's got
any secrets to hide.

Now they've cancelled the shooting,

muggins here has got to pull a luncheon
for God knows how many out of the hat.

- Is Her Ladyship back yet?
- No.

Well, she'll have to take what she gets.

Why would anyone
want to kill Sir William?

Well, he wasn't exactly
Father Christmas!

Oh, get on with your work.

And take that filthy dog out of here!

He made a few enemies
in his time, that's all.

What do you mean, enemies? When?

Is this before the war, Mrs. Croft,
when you were a factory worker?

I was not a factory worker.
I was never a factory worker.

I was a cook
in one of his factories.

He had two in Isleworth and two
in Twickenham, and all full of girls,

so you can imagine.

Wasn't that risky with factory girls?
Suppose they complained?

Who to, exactly?

But what if they got, you know,
in trouble?

- What sort of trouble?
- Here, take these. Whites only, alright?

Didn't happen very often.

When it did,
he arranged to have it adopted.

But what if you didn't want it adopted?
Say you wanted to keep it?

Then you got kicked out, lost your job.

You can take my word for it,
he was a hard-hearted, randy old sod.

Ah, come in, Miss Maceach...
I'm Inspector Thom...

This is all
too tiresome and absurd.

He's making the most dreadful fuss.

If you don't mind, I would like to ask
the young lady some questions.

Well, I'm not leaving,
if that's what you think.

Well, does it bother you
if Lady Trentham stays?

Why should it?

Sir, someone's traipsed mud in
down here.

Not now, Dexter, please.

I understood that
there was some difficulty

between the late Sir William McCordle
and your employer.

This is too vulgar to be believed.

I wasn't aware of that, sir.
They got on well as far as I could see.

Inspector, there's
a broken coffee cup down here.

Dexter, they have people to clear
these things up. Get on with your own job.

So you were not aware of any trouble
over the matter of an allowance?

An allowance, I might add, that
Sir William's death has now made secure.

What sort of an allowance
would that be, sir?

Ah, there you are.

Have you got enough light?

Black on black? We don't want you
going blind on top of everything else.

They've got to be done,
Mr. Jennings,

but the outside staff need them
for the funeral.

I'm sorry that this business with Elsie
has landed you with so much work.

That's what comes
of being so reliable.

- Never mind me.
- Hmm.

Mr. Jennings, have you...
have you spoken to the police again?

Not yet, no.

I suppose they have to ask
their questions, don't they have to?

Well, yes.

Will they be talking to all of us?

I shouldn't think so, no.

- Well, I'll leave you to it, then.
- Mr. Jennings...

You know... You know
I'd say anything you want me to.

- What?
- Anything at all.

I don't care what I tell them,
if it'll help you. You know that, don't you?

You've only to ask.

So, let me, uh...
let me pour you a cup of tea, eh?

Yes, thank you. Would you mind
putting the milk in afterwards?

Of course. Of course.
Don't know what came over me.

I usually put the milk in after,
but on that occasion...

- Sir?
- Not now, thank you.

So sorry.

Mrs. Inspector Thompson
prefers the milk in first,

so I get used to pouring it for her.

I don't know why. Some nonsense about
bacteria. You know what women are like...

Well, what wives are like.

No, she's a funny old...
Sugar?

No, thank you.

They'll give her a good reference,

otherwise they'd have to explain
why they're giving her a bad one.

- Mr. Parks...
- Robert.

Robert, then.

It's just... last night
when you said you'd surprise me,

you didn't mean anything by it,
did you?

Why? Don't you like surprises?

Now...
Oh, Mr. Stockbridge.

By now, I assume you are all aware

that, uh, Mr. Denton has been
playing a trick on us

by posing as a valet.

Since Sir William was aware
of the plan,

it is not for me or anyone else
to criticize it.

However, it does leave us with some
adjustments to make for this evening.

Arthur, you will take over
dressing Mr. Weissman.

That leaves us with the problem
of Mr. Novello,

and I really don't want to ask you,
Mr. Probert.

I don't mind, Mr. Jennings.

Oh, no.
You've got enough on your plate.

I'll do him, if you like.

That's very generous of you,
Mr. Stockbridge.

I suppose I could always
do it myself, of course.

No, no, it's no trouble.
It's only for a night or two.

Good. Splendid.
That's settled, then.

And I think we can leave Mr. Denton
to dress himself. Ha-ha!

"The bastard's death
may have saved my bacon."

- What do you think he meant by that?
- Isn't it obvious?

Is it?

Well, perhaps he meant the investment
that Sir William had agreed

would probably
have to be paid now... Sir!

What about that low shot that nearly
killed him that morning they were out?

- Sir.
- What is it?

We haven't dusted those things
for fingerprints yet.

Good.

Do you think that shot might have
been intended for Sir William?

- Well, it nearly took his ear off.
- Hmm.

Well, thank you, Mr. Barnes,
you've been most helpful.

Perhaps you'd be good enough to ask
Commander Meredith to join us just now.

Y-y-you won't tell him what I said,
will you, Inspector Thomas?

Thompson.
It's Inspector Thom...

Never mind.
Just go and fetch him up, please.

Sir...

- We've only got this.
- I don't think mine's bothered.

She hasn't got any black here.

- You're a lech.
- George?

They're coming in a minute.
The dressing bell's just gone.

I'm going out of my mind up there.
I've read all my magazines twice.

You couldn't pinch something
out of the library for me?

I don't care if it's "Horse and Hound",
as long as I haven't read it.

Well, we are honored.

In case you've forgotten,
this is the servants area, sir.

Yours is at the top of the stairs
behind that door there, sir.

Barnes, it was just a...

- I wanted to explain...
- No explanation necessary, Mr. Denton.

If you'll excuse us, some of us have
got real work to do. Come on, Arthur.

The accent was a dead giveaway,
you know. We all knew.

Robert, I was just having fun.

Perhaps you'd better enjoy your fun
in the drawing room, sir.

They're afraid you'll repeat things,
be indiscreet.

But I'm very discreet.

In Hollywood, that's what
I'm known for... my discretion.

Tell Rupert if you like.
He won't give you any money.

No, you're completely
misunderstanding me.

And Mummy wouldn't pay
five pounds to save me...

Oh, my poor darling.
Come here. Come on.

Look, please don't think that
I'm enjoying this. All I wanted was a job.

My checkbook's downstairs.
I'll give you a check after dinner.

I'm trying to find my man Parks.
Have you seen him?

Uh, no.
I've been with the police.

You look as if you've had
rather a pasting.

They kept on and on about that low shot
yesterday, and they wouldn't let it go.

- I told them it was nothing to do with me.
- I'm sure you did.

But another time, Anthony,
try to be less greedy. Parks!

What?

Attend to Mr. Novello first.
I want a word with Her Ladyship.

Very well, milord.

- What?
- I saw you.

Of course it was an accident.
When a man's as short as you,

it must be very difficult
to gauge the height of the birds.

- Mr. Meredith.
- Hmm?

You haven't seen Commander Meredith
anywhere, have you?

No.

He never came down stairs
and he's not in his room.

Mr. Jennings,
I've washed him and dressed him.

If he can't find his way
to the drawing room, it isn't my fault.

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

No, no, no, Please.
I'm just trying some of your jam.

I must be in your way.

No, no. No, no. No bother.

What one is that, sir?

Um, it's raspberry.
October '31.

You might like to try
the, um... strawberry one.

Oh, is there strawberry?

Let's see. Ah, yes.

You alright, sir?

Just been with the inspector and...
I feel a little bruised.

Mmm.

Why is it, would you say,

that some people seem to get
whatever they want in life?

Everything they touch turns to gold.

Whereas others can strive and strive
and have nothing.

I wonder, do you believe in luck?

Do you think some men
are lucky and...

some men just aren't and...
nothing they can do about it?

I believe in love.
Not just getting it. Giving it.

I think as long as you can love
somebody, whether or not they love you,

then it's worth it and...

That's a good answer.

Uh, I think I've got to go.
Must have finished dinner by now.

Thank you.

I thought the wine
was frightful tonight. Vile.

Jennings, old boy,
I'll have a bourbon.

We don't have bourbon.
We have ordinary Scotch or single malt.

Ordinary for me.
I'm just an American.

Who cares? We know...

I understand this is not an ideal time,
but I would like to see you again.

Mabel is so clever to travel light.

Why should one wear
a different frock every evening?

We're not in a fashion parade.

No, and I wouldn't want to be.
Excuse me.

Difficult color, green.

- What did she say?
- Mmm. Very tricky.

- Isobel...
- Excuse me.

It sort of draws you...

Oh, how this tune
used to make me cry.

- I promise, I'll pay back every penny...
- Just take it.

I must say, your guests sleep in much
more comfortable beds than your servants.

Excuse me.

What did Isobel give to you?

- Don't make a scene here.
- Tell me!

Ivor, dear... would it be possible
to play something a little more cheerful?

We're all quite emotional enough, as it is.

Excuse me.

Freddie, stop all your lies.

If you don't give it to me,
I will scream this house down.

If you don't believe me, try me.

Where've you been?

You know, you've missed dinner.
We can organize a tray for you.

Try buying yourself
a new frock with that.

- We gave up, Louisa, dear.
- Oh, right.

I'm so sorry...

No coffee, George,
but I'll have a... Ah!

I do apologize, sir.
Can't imagine how that happened.

You son of a bitch.
You did that on purpose!

Shall I fetch you a towel, sir?

Oh!

- Arthur?
- Oh, dear!

Clean this up, will you?

They were fishin'
parts of her body out the Thames

from Richmond to Rotherhithe.

- More tea, Constable?
- I'll take that. Thank you, Bertha.

No head. No hands...

What's the point in that?
Won't it all be chucked out?

I'll know I've left everything
in good order.

That's all I can do for him now.

- Yeah, but...
- Hey, leave him alone.

George has had his revenge
on Mr. Denton. Hot coffee in the lap.

- Oh!
- Poor Mr. Denton.

Constable, I'm glad I caught you.

I assume the inspector won't keep
everyone beyond tomorrow,

but I thought I'd better check.

We haven't spoke
to all the servants yet, so...

There you are, Dexter.
Come on, we're going home.

I was just asking how long
our guests will be staying.

Mrs. Croft has meals to arrange and
one housemaid is anxious to get away.

There's no need to worry about that.
I'm not interested in the servants.

Only people with a real connection
with the dead man.

I see. Thank you.

- Do you have a light, Inspector?
- Yes.

I think we can let them all go home,
to be honest.

Got their addresses, after all.

Constable Dexter will be here
tomorrow morning to confirm that.

Don't you worry.
It doesn't end here. Oh, no.

Whoever he is, I'll find him.

I always do.

Inspector... your matches.

Yes. Thank you.

Uh, sir, I think you'll find it's this way.

Well, yes, we could use this one.

There is, I think, a way out that way,
but, yeah, we'll take your way.

Oh! Beg your pardon, sir.

Just collecting Mr. Nesbitt's shoes, sir.

I think you'll find these stairs
are the easiest way up, sir.

- Thank you, uh...
- George, sir.

George.

You naughty, naughty girl.

Poor bloke... We were
in the ironing room the other night,

and one of the visiting maids
walked in.

Must think I did it on purpose.

- You won't tell, will you?
- I won't tell.

But you're lucky you're in the kitchen
and not under Mrs. Wilson.

She'd have sniffed you out
without any help from me.

Do you think Sir William
was in love with you?

Nah. I was a bit of fun, that's all.

And you?

I didn't love him.
I didn't mind him, but...

I liked the way he'd talk.

He'd only talk to me because
he was sick of her, but I liked it.

He used to say to me, I could be anything
I wanted as long as I wanted it enough.

You're not sorry, then?
Even after the way things have turned out?

Nah, I'm not sorry.
It's time for a change.

Who knows?
Could be the makin' of me.

What did he used to say?
Carpe diem. Seize the day.

What's up?

What did I say?
Where are you going?

Who is it?

What are you doing?

You'd better go back to your room.
You don't want to get caught in here.

You didn't really dislike him, did you?

Not really.

At least not enough to kill him.

You can't have.

You didn't know him.

You'd have to hate him.
And why would you?

Can't a man hate his own father?

Sir William McCordle...
was my father.

He didn't know it, but he was.

You said you were an orphan.

No, I didn't. I said I grew up
in an orphanage.

Not long before I left, we broke into
the warden's office and took out our files.

I found my birth certificate.

Mother's name, father unknown.

Found this photograph.
And they had my admission form.

I was two days old.
Guess who brought me to the door.

- Robert, that doesn't mean that he...
- Yes, it does.

After that, I found out
she worked in one of his factories.

She wasn't the only one, apparently.

Either the authorities didn't know,
or they didn't want to know.

They took his babies...
and they took his money.

What happened to your mother?

She died.

Is that why you took the job
with Lord Stockbridge?

To get to Sir William?

To poison him?

I didn't poison him.

What?

I didn't poison him.

But then you didn't kill him.

Did you stab him?

Even if you did,
he was already dead.

And whoever did it
must've known that.

No one could stab a corpse
and not know it.

Really? When was the last time
you stabbed a corpse?

You really murdered him, then.

I don't know.

I don't care.

Ooh.

I've been wanting to do that
ever since I first set eyes on you.

Oh!

- Mr. Jennings?
- Wilson! Mrs. Wilson. Mrs...

Dorothy. I need your help.

Of course, Mrs. Wilson.
Are you alright?

- No one must see him like this.
- Oh!

Help me.

- Mr. Jennings?
- Come on, Mr. Jennings.

Come on. Bedtime.

- Alright, bedtime.
- No, this way. Come on, Mr. Jennings.

Bedtime, Mr. Jennings.
Bedtime now. Come on.

Where is...?

Where is my reference?

You'll get your reference. Into bed now.

- Into bed.
- Aah!

Watch him. Watch him.

Take his trousers off him,
would you, Dorothy?

I couldn't do that, Mrs. Wilson.
I couldn't do that.

Take his trousers off. Come on!

- Come on.
- Dorothy!

Who is it?

- Oh, I'm ever so sorry, sir.
- Sorry for what?

I'm supposed to get the fire lit
without waking you.

Why does everyone treat me
as if I were one of these stupid snobs?

I spent half the week
downstairs with all of you.

You can't be on both teams
at once, sir.

It's official.
They're off after breakfast.

Thank God for that. What about him?

He's going too,
as soon as he's seen Mr. Jennings.

Are you alright, Mrs. Croft?
you sound a bit funny.

Oh, just too many fags, that's all.

They'll be the death of me.
Here, you finish it.

- Did you tell the police any of that stuff?
- I did not.

Sorry if I shock you, but the plain fact
is, he only got what he deserved.

There, I've said it.

I can't stop thinkin' about those girls.
The ones that got, you know...

I'm not surprised,
the way you carry on.

Just see it never happens to you,
that's all.

It won't... And even if it did,
I know I couldn't part with my baby,

not just to hang on to a job.

I'm very glad to hear it.

Who is it?

No, don't mind me, Mr. Jennings.

Inspector Thompson's just asked me
to take one last look round.

Is the inspector with you?

No, we're working
from the station from now on.

See if we can't manage things
better from there.

What about the poison?
Have you traced that at least?

Hardly.
This house is a poisoner's paradise.

We found the stuff
in practically ev...

...every room.

Unfortunately,
no one's got a police record.

Well, except you, of course.

Perhaps the butler did it.

I had a brother who was
a conscientious objector.

He did a bit of time too.

Did they know upstairs you refused
to fight and were sent to prison?

I'd forget about it if I were you.

Not everyone's cut out
to be a soldier.

- Did you remember the other boxes?
- Everything's in the car, milady.

Wonderful. Good.

Darling, here I come.

Do you know?
I can't wait to leave this place.

Christ, what are we supposed
to do now?

Freddie, do try to stop being
so frightened all the time.

Darling, have I made
the most terrible fool of myself?

- Maybe.
- Anthony, erm...

- Just, erm...
- Oh, God.

I wanted to remind you of the conversation
we had at dinner the other night.

Perhaps this is not the most
appropriate moment,

but when you get to the Sudan
you'll need an expert, and I'm your man.

- ...finds out I haven't been signed up.
- I want to know...

- Did you ask her?
- No, I didn't.

I think, on reflection,
that's a good thing.

According to the servants' hall gossip,

she won't get any of her estate
till her mother dies.

If that's the case, it's too long
for you to wait. You can do better.

Have you checked your room?

You mustn't leave anything behind.

I'm sure Mummy's
going to sell the house.

Isobel. Isobel. Isobel!

Sidney Kent's taking over the studio.

He loves Charlie Chan
and he hates Winfield Sheehan.

No more rewrites,
and I can cast whoever I like.

- Well, that was painless, wasn't it?
- No, it wasn't.

Not for me, anyway.

Careful, careful. Watch yourself!

- Do they know?
- No.

- Don't you think they might notice?
- I don't care.

Hey, you there.
Where you going?

- The station.
- Hey, you want a ride to London?

Sure. Why not?

- Hop in.
- Thank you.

There you go.

Well, good luck.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

At least I know that gives me
room for maneuver.

No, keep your hands to yourself.

You Brits really don't have
a sense of humor, do you?

We do if something's funny, sir.

- Mr. Jennings, can I...?
- Be quick about it.

Honestly, it's getting so expensive,

by the time one does Jennings
and leave something for the housemaids,

one might as well have taken
a suite at the Ritz.

Tell me, what happened
to William's little maid?

I never saw her again after that dinner.

- Elsie?
- Mmm.

- She's gone.
- Oh. Pity, really.

I'd have thought it was a good idea
to have someone in the house

who's actually sorry he's dead.

Oh, there you are, dear.
Did you have a nice ride?

I'm feeling rather guilty.
Apparently everyone's gone.

Apart from you and Louisa.

- Why don't you stay for lunch?
- No, best be off. Leave you in peace.

Now, you will telephone
about the funeral plans, hmm?

- You don't have to come if it's a bore.
- Nonsense. Of course I'm coming.

Have you decided what
you're going to do about this place?

- Oh, I don't know.
- Will you keep it?

It's so difficult.

I mean, does one really want
the bother nowadays?

Oh, I suppose I could shut it up

and make a decision
when my head stops spinning.

Mrs. Wilson could manage
till you're ready.

Oh, yes, she could manage, alright.
Let's not worry about that.

No doubt she'll seize the opportunity
to get rid of the wretched Mrs. Croft.

- Why are those two such enemies?
- I don't know.

Something to do with when they were both
workers in one of William's sweatshops.

Mrs. Croft was the senior then.
She was the cook.

And Mrs. Wilson,
a lowly factory worker.

Now that she's got up in the world,
poor old Croftie can't abide it.

The usual rubbish.

Was there ever a Mr. Wilson?
I can't imagine it.

Nor could I.

Although, funnily enough,
I think there must've been.

Really? You amaze me.

She might've changed her name,

but when she was working
with William,

she was called something
quite different...

Parks or Parker or Parkinson,
or something like that.

Come in.

- You're busy.
- No, just checking the linen rotation.

If I'd have left it to the maids,
the same twenty sheets would be used

till they fell into rags.

Why did you do it?

How did you know it was him?

Was it the name, or did you see
the photograph in his room?

Ah, yes, the photograph.

It's a miracle that survived. I remember
his mother putting it into his blanket.

I suppose she wanted him
to have something of hers.

Does he know what happened to her?

They said she died
just after he was born.

Well, she didn't die.
She gave him away.

He promised the boy would be adopted.
He said he knew the family.

Turns out we all clung to that dream,
all us girls.

A better start in life for our children.

And all the time, he was dumping them,
his own children,

in some godforsaken place.

And I believed him.
I suppose it was easier that way.

My sister certainly
never forgave me for it.

Your sister?

Yes, Mrs. Croft. She's my sister.
Didn't you know?

She kept hers, you see.

It was very hard for her. She lost her job,
and then the baby died anyway.

Scarlet fever.

I made him take her back.
She never forgave me for that either.

But even if Robert is your son,

how did you know that
he meant to harm his father?

What gift do you think a good servant has
that separates them from the others?

It's the gift of anticipation.

And I'm a good servant.
I'm better than good, I'm the best.

I'm the perfect servant.

I know when they'll be hungry,
and the food is ready.

I know when they'll be tired,
and the bed is turned down.

I know it
before they know it themselves.

Are you going to tell him?

Why? What purpose
would it possibly serve?

What if they find out what happened?

Not much of a crime
to stab a dead man, is it?

They can never touch him.
That's what's important, his life.

And your life?

Didn't you hear me?
I'm the perfect servant, I have no life.

- Her Ladyship's leaving now, Miss.
- Thank you, George.

Well, you should go now,
Miss Trentham.

- Here you are, Jennings.
- Goodbye, Sylvia.

Thank you.

Do let us know if there's anything
that we can do to help.

Are you going away?

No, not once
the shooting's finished.

- Thank you for your help last night.
- You don't have to thank me.

You know I'd kill for Mr. Jennings
if I had to.

Don't cry, Jane. They'll hear you.

Come on.

You did what you felt
was best for him at the time.

I see that now.

Lizzie...

I've lost him.

I've lost him.
He'll never know me now.

Oh, my boy!

Well, at least your boy's alive.

He's alive.

That's what matters.

So, you're leaving.

Yes.

Goodbye, then.

Goodbye.

Parks...

- Get in, Bennett.
- Chin up, chin up.

Heavens! What a relief to be going.
It'll take me a month to recover.

Oh, Mary, dear,

do you think if there's a trial,
I might have to testify in court?

Or you?

I can't think of anything worse.

Imagine a person being hanged
because of something one said in court.

I know. And what purpose
could it possibly serve anyway?

Goodbye!

♪ Somewhere there's another land

♪ Different from this world below

♪ Far more mercifully planned

♪ Than the cruel place we know

♪ Innocence and peace are there

♪ All is good that is desired

♪ Faces there are always fair

♪ Love grows never old nor tired

♪ We shall never find

♪ That lovely land of Might-Have-Been

♪ I can never be your king

♪ Nor you can be my queen

♪ Days may pass
and years may pass

♪ And seas may lie between

♪ We shall never find

♪ That lovely land
of Might-Have-Been... ♪