All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S04E06 Home Fires WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(cheerful orchestral music)

- Daisy, have you not finished
brushing the Master's hat?

Mrs. Ganton obviously
needs you in the kitchen.

- I'm not a blinking ballot
and I'm not Mrs. Ganton's

blinking kitchen maid neither.

- Evening, Mrs. Ganton.

- Evening, Rose.

- Hello, Daisy.

- Hello.

- What a day.

Stifling on that bus.

Even upstairs in the fresh air.

Still, it's a lark.

The people on that East
End run, Daisy,

(laughs), you should
hear their language.

Bring us a bowl of water
for my feet, will you?

Ooh, they're dropping off.

- I will not, sorry, I'm
not your lady's maid, Rose.

- I beg your pardon?

- Ever since you've become
an omnibus conductor,

you carries on as if
you owns this place.

Every night asking me favors.

You're not like the
servant anymore.

(doorbell rings)

- Not like a servant anymore?

I'll have you know I serve
my country and this house

equal, I do a full days
work than I come back

and do a full days work
clearing up after you

all in one day, so don't
you be so cheeky.

- I do four people's work,

Ruby's work, Eddie's work,
Myra's work and your work

and that Mrs. Ganton don't
know where nothings kept.

(doorbell rings)

Nobody helps me,

my legs is dropping
off and my hands

have gone all wrinkled
and old, look.

- Daisy, did you not
hear me calling you?

It's the front door, girl.

- It's not my place to
answer the bell, Mr. Hudson.

- It's not your,

it's, if I tell you my girl,

off you go now and look sharp!

Take this up with you,

quickly now, (claps
hands) quickly.

- She's having a brainstorm.

- Yes, I rather fear it's
her marriage affecting her.

She simply isn't mature
enough to handle

the strain of an absent husband.

- Or a present one neither.

- Well that remains
to be seen, Rose,

but she's certainly
no use to anyone

if she's continuing to behave,

oh Rose, please.

- Hazel, my dear.

- Prudence has called
to see both of us.

- On a mission of some urgency.

- Oh, Prudence.

- You'll have a glass of sherry?

- No, thank you, Richard.

I'm trying to give it
up as an example.

- To whom?

- Well, to everyone,
I mean, the nation.

- There's nobody here except us.

- Then I'll have a
glass of sherry.

Oh, Richard, you
do look elegant.

Hard work suits you.

Are you going out on
Admiralty business?

- Yes and dining afterwards
in Savoy

with three civil servants
and their wives, Hazel.

- Oh, what fun to dine at Savoy.

I never go anywhere these days.

One isn't even asked to one's
friend's houses anymore.

Oh, the dinner parties
darling Marjorie used to give.

Do you remember them?

- Yes, I do remember them.

- Poor, wonderful Mrs. Bridges.

She must be feeling
dreadfully underemployed.

- Mrs. Bridges is at
Yarmouth at the moment

with her sister and
brother-in-law.

Their house was very
badly shelled,

so I think she's fully
employed dealing with that.

- I've come from a meeting
at Lady Birkhamstead's house

to discuss her idea of giving
a series of tea parties

in all our homes for
wounded officers.

Now isn't that a good idea?

Do you know there are wounded
officers wandering about

London like dazed sheep?

Now our idea is to herd
them all together,

cheer them up with tea and buns

and the company of
nice ladies and

just let them talk about
their troubles.

- And you want to
borrow this house?

- Ah, how quick you are, Hazel.

That's just what I want.

Mine really isn't suitable and

your drawing room lies
idle and inviting.

- Yes.

Well I'm sorry Prudence,

but it's quite out of
the question I'm afraid.

- Oh, any particular reason?

- Several.

To begin with, I cannot
agree with your idea

that there are wounded
officers wandering

around London like dazed sheep.

They have their clubs

and most of them, if not all,

have good homes to go to.

Now, if anyone needs
help and advice,

it's the poor, wounded privates.

- Dear Hazel, the poor,
wounded privates

are well catered for by the
YMCA canteens and places.

It's the wounded officers
who are being neglected.

Anyway, what would privates
make of a house like this,

awkward, clumsy soldiers
spilling tea and crumbs

all over the furniture.

- The drawing room is
shut up for the duration

and Richard's study.

The servants have far
too much to do.

So on a purely practical
level, Prudence,

there is no point in
even discussing having

a tea party here.

- Richard--

- No.

I must be allowed to
decide this matter.

- Marjorie wouldn't
have hesitated.

- Lady Marjorie would
have refused

for exactly the same
reasons I am,

to consider her servants.

- Oh, for heaven's sakes,

stop it, the pair of you.

Do you not realize there are
far more important issues

at stake than endless, stupid
arguments of this nature?

- But Richard--

- It's quite immaterial
to me whether you have

a tea party in this
house or not.

I'm going out.

I do suggest you consult
Hudson first.

- What a good idea.

- Excuse me for being
improperly dressed, sir.

I am just getting ready
to go out on duty.

- Oh, that's quite alright.

- Shall I fetch you a cab, sir?

- No thank you, Hudson.

I shall enjoy the fresh air,

oh, that hat's been
very well brushed.

- Very good, sir.

- Oh, Hudson?

-[Hudson] M'lady?

- I was just asking
Mrs. Bellamy whether we

might use the drawing
room for a tea party

for wounded officers
and she was a little

bit worried, weren't you, Hazel?

She was afraid that it
might be too much work,

too much of a challenge.

- Oh no, m'lady.

You can be sure it's exactly
the kind of challenge

we'd be happy to rise to.

- Are you certain, Hudson?

Do think carefully,

Lady Prudence will
quite understand.

- No, no, madam, have
no worries now

on behalf of such a
worthwhile cause.

What sort of numbers did
you have in mind, m'lady?

- Well, what sort of numbers
could you manage, Hudson?

- Oh, well,

as many as could comfortably
fill the drawing room, m'lady.

- Oh, splendid, Hudson,

I knew I could rely on you.

Well, that all seems
to be arranged.

Thank you, Hazel.

It's very noble of you
to put yourself out.

I'll let you know the
details later, Hudson.

(Daisy gasps)

- Who are you?

What do you want?

- I'm sorry.

Nobody heard me knocking
at the back door.

- You gave me ever
such a fright.

- I'm sorry.

I, I used to know Ms. Rose Buck

who worked here.

- Oh, well she still does.

- Oh, she does?

Well, I'm in London
on a bit of leave

and I thought I could
come round and look her up

and the rest of the set.

Rose wouldn't be here
now, is she in the house,

upstairs or something?

- I know you.

I've seen your photograph.

- Yeah?

Must be quite awhile back.

- You're Gregory.

- That's right, Gregory Wilmot.

Is Rose here?

- No, no she works as
an omnibus conductorette

in the daytime.

She gets back about six.

-[Gregory] Bus conductor,
well that's where

we first met, on a bus.

- Oh, she said it was a tram and

you sat on her cake.

- Yeah, that's right.

It was a tram.

What's your name?

- Daisy.

- Pleased to meet you, Daisy.

- Yeah, I was in hospital
last time you come.

They all talked about you.

- Oh yeah?

Well I remember the
Edward, the footman.

- I'm Eddie's wife.

- You are?

That's very good,
I liked Edward.

Is he here now?

- No, no,

he's with the Middlesex
Regiment, up at the front.

- Ah, well, mustn't
worry too much.

Mrs. Bridges still here?

-[Daisy] Uh-huh.

- Famous cakes, Mr.
Hudson, still the butler?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I remember I had
a bit of a bonnie with him

about politics, all in
good spirit, mind,

at least I think it was.

Daisy, I don't know what
you heard about me and Rose.

- Oh well, I think she thought
you was married already

or something.

- Yeah, yeah, that's right, ah,

it was all a misunderstanding.

We wrote to each other and
cleared it up in the end,

and I'm over it now.

- Well, she kept
your photograph.

It's in a drawer in our room.

- Ah, is it?

Do you know if she
ever brings it out?

Do you remember me?

Gregory Wilmot, Rose's
old friend.

- Gregory Wilmot,

well goodness,

what are you doing here,
Sargent Wilmot?

- Well--

- He's just come to look
Rose up, Mr. Hudson,

for old time's sake.

- Yeah, that's right,

I was in London on
a bit of leave

and I thought I'd come
'round and see how

you're all getting on.

- Yes, well I'm afraid
she's not here at the moment

and I must say frankly,

I'm surprised you should
wish to see her again

after what happened.

- Oh, well I don't bear
any grudge, Mr. Hudson.

I understand it now,

it was asking too much
of her to uproot herself

and go to an unknown country
and leave all of you.

I know that she looked
upon you as her family.

- Well, that's very
magnanimous of you.

- He never was married,
Mr. Hudson.

He's got nothing to
blame himself for.

- Yes, I know that,
thank you, Daisy.

Rose did later confide in me
that she'd made a mistake.

- She certainly had.

Still, water under
the bridge now.

- As you say, water
under the bridge.

I see that's a Anzac
badge you're wearing.

- Yeah, that's right.

- I read about the
exploits of our dominion

forces in the newspapers.

You appear to have done well
in difficult conditions.

- Well, it wasn't too pleasant.

Daisy was just telling
me Rose usually gets

home about six o'clock,
so perhaps--

- Yes, she does, but
I'm afraid it's not

very convenient to see her then.

She has her household
duties to catch up on.

- Does she ever get
any time off?

- Well, she has a half
day on Saturdays.

- Oh, Saturday.

- Unfortunately time
is something we're

all rather short of these days

and I must get back to my walk.

- Right, right.

Nice to see you again,
Mr. Hudson

and meet you, Daisy.

Give my regards to Rose

and tell her I'll look in
on my next leave, if I may.

- Yes, of course.

We'll tell her that
Sargent Wilmot.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mr. Hudson.

Daisy.

- If you want to see Rose now,

she's on the number 25
omni, it's Victoria

to Wilforddrew, alright?

- Paper!

Paper!

Three for a penny!

(bus hums)

(horse hooves clack)

(baby cries)

(cars hum)

(bus rumbles)

- Can I get your fares, please?

Fares?

Fares please.

(bell rings)

Fares?

- All the way, please.

(bell rings)

Rose, hello.

I see you at the terminal,
shall I?

- Excuse me, I have
to talk to you.

Your uniform, were
you in Cursdom?

- Yeah, yeah, that's right.

I'm in patrol block.

- Yes, I knew it.

My husband you see, fought
alongside the Australians

in Palestine, you're
all heroes to him,

much marvelous valor
and discipline.

He used to tell me
in his letters.

He was so angry.

He was convinced that
the British people

weren't being told how much
the dominions were doing.

I have his last letter here,

before he was killed in Jericho.

Please, read what
he says about you.

- Thank you.

Yeah, that's very nice.

That's very kind
of your husband.

- I'm having tea with
my sister in Ilford.

If you're not doing
anything else,

we'd be very happy
if you'd join us.

My husband would
be very gratified

to know that I'd met
you and that I'd

been able to offer you
some hospitality.

- Well, I'd like to very much,

but unfortunately I do
have another appointment.

Otherwise--

- How ridiculous, yes.

I've offended you.

- No, no, you haven't
offended me at all.

- I'm not in the habit of
talking to complete strangers.

- I really appreciate the--

- Stupid, embarrassing, absurd.

(bus hums)

(bell dings)

- Can I take you somewhere else?

A proper tea shop?

- I haven't got enough time.

- Yeah, but, I'm not working,

they're gonna chuck me out.

- They won't notice,

same hats (laughs).

- That's right, that's
very funny.

It's good to see you, Rose.

You haven't changed
one little bit.

- Go on, I must have
in two years.

Nearly aged 10 years
sitting on the bus.

What didn't you warn me,

I could've had a heart attack.

- Yeah, well, I had
to wait quite awhile

at that bus stop,

must have been going
the other way.

Oh, what's this I'm eating,

I should drink my flamin' tea.

- Should've gone with your
lady friend on the bus then.

What a nerve.

- Yeah, well I think she
was just worked up a bit.

- It didn't look
like that to me.

- Yeah, well,

I'm here with you, aren't I?

- Yes.

How long leave you got?

- Friday, then I go off
on a reinforcement

training unit in Boston.

- Not fighting?

- No.

I'll go to France eventually.

Do you know, I've spent
a whole week wondering

if I should come and see you?

- You wasted a whole week?

- Well, I didn't know what
kind of a mind you had, did I?

After you left me at the docks.

- Well, don't go on about that,

you're here now.

- That's all very well
for you, Rose,

but I felt pretty
hard done by it.

- I did right and
tried to explain.

- Yeah, yeah, you did.

It was a good letter

and I accepted your decision.

Ah, it's all over now.

We can be friends.

- Did you have a bad time?

- Not as bad as some.

Plus, I've been one
of the lucky ones,

all in one piece anyway.

- Still got your farm?

- Yeah, yeah, it's doing fine,

I've got some people
looking after it,

it seems to be holding
up quite well.

- I suppose women have
to look after it

with the men away fighting.

- I'm not married, Rose,
if that's what you mean.

- How did you know
what bus I was on?

- Daisy told me.

- Oh, you've been
to Eaton Place?

- Yeah, seen Mr. Hudson again,

seemed quite friendly,

praised our dominion
forces in Gallipoli.

- Like your lady friend
on the bus.

- Yeah,

do you want the truth?

Do you want to know what
really happened?

Oh, I was at the landing
alright, one of the first.

All I can remember was I jumped
out of a boat in the dark,

walked five yard, got
a bullet in my shoulder

and fainted clean air,

next thing I know I was
back in bloody Alexandria

almost before anyone left it.

I went back later when
it was quieter.

- Poor arm.

- Ah, it's nothing,
just gobby-haired

and flesh gets a bit of a
twinge now and again, otherwise.

Do you want to have a look?

- Not here.

I suppose if I'd gone
with you to your farm

I'd be stuck on it right
now waiting for you

to get yourself killed.

-[Gregory] It wasn't my fault
it's a bloody war house.

- Watch your language
and don't be so touchy.

Go on, eat your bun up.

Where are you staying?

- Dorothy and Hamish,
Potter's Bar,

oh, you met them, remember?

- How could I forget?

- Yeah, they're putting me
up in their front parlor.

- Dorothy looking after
you alright, is she?

- Yeah, quite well.

It's certainly nice to
see you again, Rose.

I expect you're very
busy these days.

- Oh not that busy.

- Oh, so, we can meet again
then before I go back?

- Oh, I don't see anything
stopping us.

- Yeah, Mr. Hudson--

- Him?

Oh, don't take any note of him.

- Oh, that's good then.

I can take you to meet
Dorothy and Hamish,

they'd like to see you again.

They were only talking
about you the other day.

- Alright, um, I
don't mind going,

if that's what you want.

- I don't mind, Rose,
it's up to you.

- Fine.

- Off we go then, Rosie.

Back to work, love.

- Oh um, this is Charlie,
my driver.

Gregory Wilmot, friend
of mine from Australia.

- How about you, Gregory.

- Mr. Wilmot's been fighting
in Gallipoli,

got himself wounded.

- Oh yeah, where's Gallipoli?

- The Dardanelles.

- Ah, fighting Fritzbah, yeah?

- Amed.

- Eh?

- Amed,

Johnny Turk.

- Oh, the Bastille Bazooks,

yeah, I've heard of them.

Well come on then, sweetheart.

- Oh.

- Doesn't she look lovely
in her uniform, eh,

aren't you darling?

- Get off.

I'll finish at Victoria
at 6 o'clock.

Meet me then?

- Yeah, yeah, fine.

- He'll lit me in a minute.

I'll probably get all
me fares muddled.

-[Charlie] Come on, Rosie.

- Don't keep me waiting.

(bus hums)

- Where the heck am I?

Rose?

Rose?

Rose?

Rose?

(bell dings)

Hey, hold up!

- You're in trouble, Rose.

- Why?

- 'Cause you're late and
Mr. Hudson wants to see you.

I've been working 15
minutes longer than

what I should have been.

You found her alright
then, Sargent Wilmot?

- Yeah, all thanks
to you, Daisy.

- Why don't you go and
put the kettle on?

Come into the servant's
hall, Gregory.

Sit down.

- Thank you.

- Oh.

- Oh, do you want a hand?

- Oh, thanks.

Your poor arm.

- No, no, it's fine, fine.

- Ah, oh, that's better, cooler.

- Rose, you had a visitor, oh.

Good evening Sargent Wilmot.

- Greetings, Hudson.

- You'll never guess Mr. Hudson,

I was on top of my
omnibus, picking tickets

when who should be sitting
there but Mr. Wilmot,

Sargent Wilmot I should say.

- What a strange coincidence.

-[Rose] I know, isn't it?

He's just come back
for a cup of tea,

don't mind, do you?

- No, no.

- He's promised not to talk
about politics, haven't you?

- Well, I hardly think
political discussions

are relevant at the moment.

I'm sure we're all united
in the common cause.

- That's right, Mr. Hudson,

smash the enemy.

- Mr. Hudson follows
the war on maps,

don't you Mr. Hudson?

When he can't get hold of any,

he draws them himself
and sticks flags in them.

I'm sure Gregory would be
interested in seeing them,

wouldn't ya?

- Oh, yeah, yeah,

I'd be most interested.

- Well, as a matter of fact,

I did take quite an interest
in the Gallipoli Campaign

and I have got a map.

- Why don't you fetch it?

-[Hudson] Shall I?

- Yeah, yeah, I'd
love to see it.

- Well, we have got a
wee bit of time to spare.

- Miracle.

Must be your uniform.

- Ah, nonsense, Rose,

my personal charm, charm
the birds off of trees

if I want to.

Now, now, didn't mean that.

- Has there been anybody
else in your affections?

-[Gregory] No, Rose,
two years, not a human.

- Don't want to hear
about it, then.

- (laughs) Come on,

one year getting over you,

next year I was fighting
Johnny Turk.

What about you,

all that bus conducting?

- Don't get enough time.

- Yeah, handsome young
drivers though, eh?

- Now this map here
Sargent Wilmot,

rather a rough approximation
of the peninsula, I'm afraid.

Sit down Sargent,
sit down please.

Now where Asia Minor
here, you see,

at Gabba Teepee and
Achibaba Mountains.

- You seem to know more about
it then I do, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, hardly.

Now you would have
beached about here,

were you not at Soove La Bi

on the 25th or the 26th
of April last year, right?

- Here, that's right, spot on.

- It was the way he went
about finding me

that I think so marvelous.

He waited almost all
day at the bus stop

for me to come along,
the he went all the way

to Wilford with me and
we had tea together,

then he come all the way back

and he's met me twice
after work since.

- Then he must be serious.

- Oh, I think he is, madam.

When I think of the awful
way I treated him last time.

Oh, lord, still,

he seems to have forgiven me

and it's better than
it ever was before,

older and wiser I suppose,

but I know if he was to ask
me to marry him this time,

I wouldn't think twice about it.

Oh, that is, if you advised
it, madam, in wartime.

- Oh Rose, you mustn't
think of the war.

That's going to end sometime,

but do you think you could
face living in Australia?

- Oh, yes, madam, it's the
land of opportunities now,

even more than this country

and I don't want to be
in service all me life.

- I don't want to discourage
you, Rose, in any way,

but what has happened to
make you change your mind?

- Ah, don't know, madam.

Maybe absence made the
heart grow fonder.

- Well,

if you really feel
confident and he asks you,

you must be ready this time

and not let the chance
slip away.

- Thank you, madam.

That's what I'd hoped you'd say.

- Oh, oh, oh, there.

Put it down there, put
it down there, love.

- That's it, I think,

specially for the
little housemaid.

- Now, none of that
talk, Dottie.

She's Gregory's guest
and we want to give

them a nice evening.

- Of course we will,

just hope the little lady
doesn't get any ideas

above her station like
last time, that's all.

- (scoffs) It's Gregory
who had all the ideas,

you can't blame her
for them (laughs).

- Pour me a drink,
will you dear?

- You've had a couple
already, Dottie.

- Pour me a drink
please, Hamish.

- Here she is, here's the girl,

captured off of 24 Omnibus.

- Hello, dear, come
in, don't be shy.

- Come in, Rose, nice
to see you again

after all this time.

- A bus conductorette
so Gregory tells us.

Not a very pleasant job
I should imagine,

but then, you're used to
unpleasant jobs, aren't you?

- What unpleasant jobs,
what are you talking about?

Come on, Rose, get a drink now,

what'll it be,

a spot of whiskey?

- Oh.

- Yeah, yeah, come on.

- Well, just a small
drop then, Hamish.

- Yes.

- What terrible times
we're living through,

don't you agree, dear?

Of course it must be
different for you

down in Bellgravia.

You obviously get a lot
of things that we

don't get up here.

I mean, we're out in
the wilds up here.

It's a real struggle
to keep alive.

- Don't look like it.

- Oh, well, we're putting on
a little show for you, dear.

Little buffet supper for
Gregory and his guest.

- Here, Rose,

you've started a bit
early, haven't you, Dottie?

- She just had one
for her neuritis,

that's all, Gregory.

Here you are, you can
have one too, catch us up.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Of course, Hamish
would have been fighting

like Gregory, but he's
got this awful gammy leg,

haven't you, dear?

He suffers terrible
pain with it.

- I don't think Rose
wants to hear about

Hamish's leg, Dottie.

- Oh, of course she doesn't,

come on, Rose, sit down.

Sit down, tell us all about
life on the omnibuses.

I hear there's this man
who keeps getting on,

making faces at you.

- Some loony has been making
a nuisance of himself,

I've heard.

- That's right, hey, Rose,

tell him about her ladyship.

Now, she'd never been
on a bus before.

- Oh, is that her chauffer,
I suppose?

- Yes, that's right (laughs).

She didn't have any
money with her.

- No, I trust you
booted her off.

- Oh, I couldn't.

She was a lady.

- Would you believe it, eh?

Even in wartime, one
room for the rich,

one for the poor,
good old England.

- If you don't like the country,

why did you come back?

- Ooh, we are patriotic,
aren't we?

- Yes, I am, aren't you?

- I love this country, Rose.

Well, I'm risking my
neck for it, aren't I?

- Well, what does anyone say
to a spot of dancing, eh?

Here, look at this,
Dottie brought this

back with her this afternoon.

Don't ask me where she got it.

- Shut up.

I do some collecting,

things people don't
want, charity work.

(cheerful music)

- There we are,

not quite Cafe de Paris,

but a passable imitation.

(Dottie and Hamish laugh)

- Come on, Gregory.

-[Hamish] Oh, that seems to
leave just you and me, Rosie.

- Last time we danced we
were with our neighbors,

Bob and Pattie Walters,
weren't we, Hamish?

- Oh, yes, there was
an air raid whistle.

- And we all ended up in the
cupboard under the stairs.

- Getting tipsy on whiskey.

- Might happen again tonight.

- Oh, what about your gammy leg?

- Oh yes.

- Yeah, Hamish, Rose's right.

I mean, you ought
to go easy on it.

I'll take your partner and
you can, refill the glasses.

Come and have a look
at that potted plant,

it's the only bit of real
life jungle in Potter's Bar.

- Oh, Gregory.

(match hisses)

- Did you have a
nice time, Rose?

You're up with the sun.

- Oh, Daisy, I thought
you was asleep.

- Oh, I can't sleep.

Where have you been?

- To see some friends of
Gregory's at Potter's Bar.

- What's that?

That ring, did he just
give it to you?

- No, matter of fact, he gave
it to me a long time ago.

- Oh, when you was
engaged before?

- Yes.

- Didn't you never give it back?

- Didn't ask for it back.

- You gonna start
wearing it again?

- Well, I was thinking
of wearing it at work

'cause well, you get
so many rough types

taking liberties and
I thought if I wore it

it would put them off.

- What does Gregory
think about that?

- He don't know and it's
Sargent Wilmot to you.

- Alright, Rose, don't
bite my head off.

I mean, a man's got
to know, don't he,

if you're wearing his ring.

- Yeah, I suppose you're right.

- You could wear it in
here though, at nights.

I shan't tell a soul.

- Oh, hello, Sargent Wilmot.

I'm afraid Rose won't
be back for some time.

- She's working, yes, I know.

It was you I wanted to
talk to, Mr. Hudson,

if you can just spare a minute.

- Of course, of course,
come on in, boy.

Sit down, sit down.

Now, what can I do for you?

- I've just heard this
morning I'm on 48 hour

stand-by to go to France.

- Oh, I see.

Well, I wish you godspeed.

- Thanks, Mr. Hudson,

but it's not that that I'm
worrying about at the moment.

It's Rose.

You see, when I came back here,

it was just meant in the
true spirit of friendship

to you all, you know,
looking up old friends.

I really seriously didn't
mean to start up anything

again with Rose.

I mean, I got over my
disappointment,

I naturally thought
she'd done the same,

but I certainly didn't mean to,

well, spark her off,

and that's what I
think I've done.

I admit that I have

great affection and
respect for her

and if things were
different, but they aren't.

I just don't feel I can
offer the kind of life

that I had worked out for us.

- Your sheep farm in Australia
is in financial trouble?

- No, no,

perhaps the trouble's in me.

You see, I like things neat
and tidy, not loose ends.

What really worries me is
going to the front in 48 hours.

Now I know she's
gonna expect me,

well, to say something.

To make some kind of proposal

and I really don't
feel I can do that.

- What you're saying,
in effect is,

you don't love her anymore.

- Love,

strong word, Mr. Hudson,

one I've always tried to avoid.

Maybe that's been the trouble,

all I do know is I made
a terrible mistake

coming back here.

You see, I've led her
on into expectations.

I don't want to hurt
her feelings.

I'm sorry about it.

I'm in a jam.

- I'm glad you've come
to me, Gregory.

No one knows Rose
better than I do.

I should like to help you.

Now, my advice, for
what it's worth.

- It's worth a great
deal, Mr. Hudson.

- Is that you should write
a letter, here and now,

before you leave.

- Saying what?

I can't tell her what
I've just told you.

I'd feel a fool.

- You say, in kindly terms,

that you're not going
to see her again.

- Not even to say goodbye?

- Not while your feelings
are such as they are.

Now it may seem a
wee thing harsh.

- Oh, I can't do a think
like that, Mr. Hudson.

It's gonna kill her.

- With respect to your
undoubted qualities, Gregory,

there are other pebbles
on the beach.

Rose is out a great
deal meeting people

on the omnibuses.

She's open to the possibility
of romance

as she never was before

and now I'll go and get a
pen and some writing paper

in my pantry and we'll
compose this letter together,

shall we?

Just you wait here a wee minute.

- I know you don't
want to talk about

this beastly tea party any
more than I do, Richard,

but it is becoming
increasingly clear to me

that Prudence is waging
a subtle campaign

to take over this house
and everything in it

and rather than face up
to the unequal struggle,

I'm prepared to abdicate
here and now, if you wish

and hand the whole
thing over to her.

You're not listening.

- Yes, I am.

Hazel, you must realize
that Prudence was Marjorie's

oldest friend, she knows
more about this family

than we know ourselves.

Oh, she has a number of
tiresome qualities, I admit,

but over the years,

they've become quite endearing.

- They might be endearing
to you,

they get on my nerves.

- Well, they only get
on my nerves when I hear

them in constant opposition
to you.

Now Hazel, I've got
a lot of work to do

and I cannot concentrate
on anything

when I hear the endless
clack of domestic trivia.

- I'm sorry, Richard but--

(door slams)

- Ah, woo.

- Why Rose, this letter
was handed in for you

earlier today.

- Oh.

- Come along, Daisy,
Mrs. Ganton needs you

in the scullery.

Quickly girl, quickly.

Is everything alright, Rose?

- Did he come here, Mr. Hudson,

deliver this in person?

- Yes, I believe he did, Rose.

- Did you see him?

- Yes, I saw him.

Rose--

- Did he speak to you
about me, Mr. Hudson?

- Well, briefly.

- You know about
this, don't you?

You know what's in it.

You put him up to it.

-[Hudson] No, Rose.

- You don't want my happiness,

you don't want me to
leave this place.

- Oh, don't be absurd, girl.

- You don't or you wouldn't
have made him write it.

You can't deny is, Mr. Hudson,

them's your phrases, I can
hear your voice saying them.

- He had already decided, Rose,

before he came here,
I merely helped him.

- Helped, oh yes, you
helped alright.

You've always had it in for me,

didn't want me to go
wit him last time.

It was listening to you
made me not want to go.

You'll always stop
me, won't you?

I'll have to stay in
this house and grow old

till I rot.

- Rose.

- Why can't you let me
have a life of my own?

- I believe the letter
was a good letter, madam,

an honest, responsible letter.

- You saw it?

- I helped Sargent Wilmot
to compose it.

- What?

- At his own request, madam.

- I see.

Well, Hudson, I wish
you'd consulted me first.

I know Rose probably
better than most people and

I should have liked to have
talked to Sargent Wilmot

before any letters were written.

Letters, they're so final.

- Sargent Wilmot is going
out to France, madam

and he felt it would be
dishonest to continue

the relationship, it would
be unfair and possibly

damaging to Rose.

- Is she not damaged now?

- She is a little
subdued, madam,

but she went off to her work
on the omnibus this morning,

as usual.

- Bring her straight up to
see me when she returns.

- Oh, madam, I feel--

- I thank you, Hudson.

(bus rumbles)

(bell dings)

- Now come on, dear.

You did the right thing,
you know you did.

So have a drinky and
put the parlor maid

right out of your mind.

- Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear.

What a terrible storm!

It was lovely five minutes ago.

- What's this, what's
she doing here?

- Where he is,

oh, there he is, my dear,

he's in the conservatory,
come along now.

Come on, that's the way.

We'll just leave them
alone, Dottie, shall we,

to have a nice, quiet
little chat together.

Come away, Dottie.

- You'll kindly let
me do what I like

in me own home, Hamish.

- What did you come for, Rose?

- Hamish brought me.

The smell of these plants,

I can't stand them.

- I didn't think you'd
want to see me.

- I don't much.

- Um, I mean I thought
I'd said everything.

- Oh yes, you've
said everything,

but what about me, am I not
allowed to say anything?

- Oh, I thought you'd
probably write.

- An insulting letter
like yourn?

- It wasn't insulting.

- It was, yeah,

and the whole staff
knew about it,

you there all afternoon
composing your literary
masterpiece

and then waiting for
me to open it,

see if I'd cry.

- Now, Rose.

- I didn't cry,

wouldn't give him the
satisfaction, I've got too much
pride.

I went straight upstairs
and I tore your photograph

into tiny little pieces,

the one what I've
had for two years.

What do you think of that?

- Well, I think,

it's only natural.

- Natural.

- Very understandable
under the circumstances.

- Couldn't even write
it yourself,

had to get Mr. Hudson
to help you.

Didn't they teach you
to write at school,

Mr Big Sheep Farmer?

- Ah, Rose, calm down.

Mr. Hudson tell you?

- Didn't have to, written
all over his face.

- Now Rose,

I didn't mean.

- Didn't mean?

Why did you get on my bus then?

Why did you come looking
for me so special?

- Well, it wasn't so
special, was it?

- No?

- Well, I mean uh,

I couldn't call on
him at Eaton Place

without seeing you
there, could I?

- You never loved me.

- Not this time, I mean,

now more friendship.

What's that, what are you doing?

- That's our engagement ring
in case you don't remember.

I could sue you for
breach of promise.

- Oh no Rose, I don't
think you could do that.

- Oh yes I could.

You proposed to me in
front of the entire staff

of 165 Eaton Place.

- Did I?

- April 12th, 1914.

- Oh, yeah.

- Don't worry, I'm not going to,

I've got too much pride.

You take somebody else back
to your rot dusty farm.

I just hope you don't
treat her as bad

as you've treated me.

- Rosie!

- Little madam,

don't you worry, dear,
you know to go,

be well rid of her.

(people chattering)

- Rose,

I want to talk to you, alone.

Do you mind leaving us please?

- Now, hold on.

- Sod off!

No, it's fine.

- What you doing here?

How you get here anyhow?

- On the bus.

- Not mine.

- No, not yours, the one before.

What are you so flaming mad at?

- What do you want?

- I'll tell you what
I want, Rose.

I want you to see
my point of view.

- Oh, not again.

- Now listen.

- Everyone's staring.

- I don't give a damn.

- Careful, you'll
spit in my tea.

- Can we go somewhere else?

- I've got nothing to say.

- Now Rose, will you
just listen to me?

Rose?

I admit that it was
probably a mistake,

but I meant it sincerely
for the best for both of us.

- Oh.

- I did.

Can't a man make a mistake?

And it wasn't very nice
you saying those things

in front of my friends,
are they?

- What things?

- You know what I'm
talking about.

- Put you down in front
of your Dorothy, did I?

- Oh, now don't be
so ridiculous.

I've got nothing going
for Dorothy.

I don't even like her much.

- You try telling her that.

- What are we even talking
about that for?

It's us we've got to sort out.

Now, I'm going to France
in the morning

and I don't know what
you want from me.

- I wanted some honesty,

about our feelings
for each other.

- I gave you that in a letter.

- Pardon me, but what you
said in the letter was,

you was going to France,
wasn't good enough for me,

had nothing to offer me.

Do you think that's
being honest?

What do you think I
want, Buckingham Palace?

I never thought you'd
so lower yourself.

I mean, I'm no great catch,

no one's snapped me up
in the past two year.

- Nobody snapped me up either.

- No, right,

must mean something then.

- Now Rosie,

we've had a good time
together these past few days,

but you know as well
as I do that

well, it wasn't like it
was before now was it?

Now come on, now you be honest.

- Alright.

No, it wasn't.

- Be honest, see.

- Shall I tell you why?

It's you what's changed,
Gregory.

You used to have such
marvelous ideas

about life in Australia
and things,

you used to be so positive,

it's what I loved about
you, hearing you talk

and I've waited to hear it
this time, but it's gone

and I don't know where.

- You know, it's right,

it's true what you said,

but you've got to
understand what it's like

being out in a place
like Gallipoli,

very dusty, I don't
mean getting hurt,

I just,

these people don't have
the first bloody idea.

- I know they don't.

- The stink of death in your
nostrils month after month,

flies swarming over dead flesh.

I trod on something once,

squelched under me boot,

green and black like,

like a modern anchor.

It was a human face.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to talk

about that side of it,

but when you think,

he used to be a real
person like you and me,

when you see something
like that,

you start thinking about
the whole human race.

Ah, I don't mean
big, new thoughts

that I'm gonna change anything.

I just mean, private thoughts.

You find all the things
you used to be sure about,

your work, your future,
the woman you love,

you just find

suddenly it's so meaningless,

utterly God-forsaken
and bloody pointless.

- Yes,

but you got to get that
feeling back, Gregory,

that you once had,

otherwise you've got
nothing to stay alive for,

that's what they all say.

- But, it's buried, it's
gonna happen anyway,

it's better there's nobody.

- But it ain't gonna
happen necessarily.

It hasn't happened so far,

you've been one of
the lucky ones,

you've got to have faith.

- Yeah, you're right, Rose,

gonna get me religion?

- No.

- Well then what then?

You tell me.

- Oh,

well I don't know,

have a sort of understanding,
I suppose, wait and see?

- An understanding?

- Hmm, yes.

It's all I want.

- It's no good, Rose,

it's a vague sort of promise,

it's not fair to you and it's
not my way of doing things.

There's only one way

and that's to make you a
proper offer of marriage,

which I do here and now.

- But just a minute ago.

- Yeah and I, nevermind
about that.

You've helped me make up my mind

and you can't go back on it now.

- Oh, did you think I wanted to?

- We'll get married
when the war's over.

- First day,

very first day.

- Yeah, right, the first day.

What happened to the ring?

- I threw it at ya.

- Oh, that's right, you did!

We've got to get it back.

Now, I'll get Hamish to
bring it 'round to you.

I'll get him to deliver
it to you at Eaton Place

and you just make sure
that you wear it.

- Of course I will.

- And you show it to
all these bus drivers.

- I will, I will.

Oh, Gregory.

- Right, well, that's
settled then.

What do we do now?

Can I say goodbye?

My train leaves very
early in the morning.

See me off?

- Of course I will.

First we'll have to
see Mr. Hudson.

- No.

- Well, we'll have to,

otherwise he won't believe me.

He'll think I'm making
it all up.

- Yeah, well, probably
have, I don't care.

- You might be.

- Right, we'll give him five
minutes, our time is precious.

- Mind if I break this up,

I've got a bus to catch.

- I don't quite
understand, Sargent Wilmot?

- It's simple, Mr. Hudson.

He changed his mind, that's all.

Now we've only got
a few minutes,

just time for some tea and
then we're going out, right?

Come on, Daisy, you help
me make the tea.

- Alright.

- Are you sure you
really want this,

not two days ago--

- I know, I know.

I'm sorry I bothered
you Mr. Hudson,

Rose is very determined.

- That's what I'm worried about.

- Well, she just caught
me at the lower ebb

and helped me pull out of it,

that's what happened.

- So you're engaged to
be married, again.

- That's right, I hope to
take her back to Australia

when the war's over, just like
I'd originally planned it.

Well, she couldn't stay
in domestic service.

You weren't expecting
that, were you?

- Why not?

- Well, the war's changed
people like Rose, Mr. Hudson.

It's given them a
taste for freedom.

Meeting people, I mean,
you said it to me yourself.

It's the same for Daisy
with Edward here.

- I'll have no staff left
is what you're saying.

-[Gregory] Well, not young
people like Rose and Daisy.

- But they owe everything
to this way of life,

they should be grateful.

- Yeah, for food and clothing,

ah, there's more to
life than that.

You can't hold them back now.

- You two talking politics?

- That's right.

- Politics, oh, is
that what it is?

- It's real politics,
not our men standing

up in Parliament talking out
of the top of their heads,

but things that really
matter like

improving the human condition.

- But that's just
philosophizing, Sargent Wilmot.

What you accuse the
old men of doing.

- Yeah, well, we'll make
sure they listen to us,

you just watch us.

- I thought being an Anzac
would have put an end

to your fanciful ideas.

Aren't we all fighting
for the survival

of the British way of life,

which has been an example
to the rest of the world

for centuries?

Isn't that what our young
men with admiral

support from our dominions
are dying for?

- No, Mr. Hudson.

We are fighting a vile
form of imperialism,

that's true.

German Imperialism, but
we're also fighting for

a change in our own lives too.

If you fight a war just
to hang onto some

old belief, well that's
a negative aim.

You've got to be vying
for something better

at the same time.

- Well, I hope you can manage
this kind of talk, Rose.

I can't make head
nor tail of it.

- I'm learning, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, he couldn't do better
than Rose, could he Hazel?

- He certainly couldn't.

- Well, if you'll excuse us,

Mrs. Bellamy, Mr. Bellamy,

I thought I'd take Rose
out for a quiet dinner

before my train leaves.

- Of course, we won't keep
you a moment longer, goodbye.

- Bye, Mr. Bellamy.

- Goodbye Sargent Wilmot.

It was very nice meeting
you again.

- And you Mrs. Bellamy.

Mr. Bellamy, thank you.

- Charming fella.

- Yes

and to think he wouldn't
have been

invited to Prudence's tea party.

(Richard laughs)

- Oh, we can't go out that way.

- You're with me now, Rose.

Alright?

(cheerful orchestral music)