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[classical orchestra music]

- Phew, them stairs, I must be getting old.

- That's very close this afternoon, Rose, quite humid.

Oh, those casted women again.

-[Rose] What women?

- The suffragette's have smashed up the British Museum now.

If they claim the right to vote like men,

they ought to be flogged like men.

- Poo.

- What do you got there, Rose?

- It's liniment for Mrs. Bellamy.

Her backs feeling a bit better but it still aches.

You know, it was clearing out that box room

that brought it on in my opinion.

- That certainly would.

Ah, something nice for our supper, eh Ruby?

What in heaven's name is that?

- Well, it's for thickening the Irish stew, Mr. Hudson,

for upstairs dinner, only,

well I can't read Mrs. Bridges recipe.

Her handwriting is all falling over.

- What can't you read?

- Well it says mix flour and add an ounce of summit,

that word there.

- Here, let me see.

Mix flour and add an ounce of butter and rub well.

- [laughs] It's butter, oh I am daft,

I thought it said bitter, so I poured in a jug of ale.

I'll have to start again, won't I?

- You certainly will, Ruby.

Oh, nevermind my girl, just soldier on.

Mrs. Bridges will be up and about soon.

Oh my God.

[gasping]

- Oh, I'm sorry, Madam.

I'll be ever so careful.

- Your hands, they're firm but gentle.

You'd make an excellent masseuse.

- Oh, I don't know about that, Madam.

- It's quite the thing now, Rose.

They began it in Sweden.

- There, I think I've rubbed it well in.

Shall I stop now?

-[Hazel] No, just another minute or two,

it's very soothing.

- Is it?

- Very.

Is Captain James in yet?

-[Rose] Not when I come up.

- I see.

I expect he's been kept late at his office.

Rose, have you written your letter?

- Not yet, Madam.

- I think you owe it to Mr. Wilmot.

Otherwise, he'll spend the rest of his life

wondering why you changed your mind.

- Well, I will write it, if you think I ought, Madam.

But it's difficult, if you know what I mean?

- I do, did you love him very much?

- Yes, Madam, very much.

Only I didn't realize it until after he'd gone.

See, when he asked me to go abroad and everything,

I didn't have the courage.

But still, I expect I've done the right thing.

I'm not sure, I'll never be quite sure.

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

I thought you were James.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's alright, Richard, Rose is finished.

You may come in now, Richard.

- I'll just go down and see Ruby about your dinner.

- Oh, tell her something very light, I'm not hungry.

- Oh, it's Irish stew, Madam,

and she's been stewing it since 11:00 this morning.

- Very well, Rose, and thank you for the massage.

Richard, how kind of you to come up and see me.

- Not at all, how're you feeling?

- Oh, a little better, thank you.

Doctor Page says I'm to rest for another day or two.

So here I lie, helpless and useless.

- Never useless, my dear.

- I haven't been much use as a wife, have I?

I'm still haunted by James' bewildered stare.

When Doctor Page broke the news to him,

he looked like a little boy

who had his new toy taken away from him.

- You mustn't feel like that,

no one's to blame, it's Gods will.

You'll have another chance,

Page told him there's nothing to stop

from having twins next time.

So, you cheer up and let's change the subject, shall we?

- Yes!

- Anyway, you're better off in bed than up and about.

A bit more air, hmm?

[window opening]

Oh, it's so warm and stuffy out, horrid.

-[Hazel] Is it? - Yes.

- How is your day?

- Oh, somewhat frustrating, if we poor mortals

could only influence events.

- You mean, we poor Tories?

- I mean all men, we have the vote.

- Yes.

- Some of us have the chance of questioning

and opposing the government policies.

But, events continue to gallop forward unchecked,

like stampeding bulls and there's nothing any of us

can do to stop them.

I sometimes think the future of our civilization

is so grim and dangerous, I'd rather not face it.

- Oh Richard, you mustn't be depressed.

One of us is quite enough.

- [laughs] I suppose so.

All I was saying, there's little to be cheerful about.

-[Hazel] I know.

- The past has more to offer than the future.

I rather think I'll write another biography.

Tom Newton thinks I should.

He suggested Landsdown, if he doesn't do it himself.

- Then I'll help you with the papers

and type it out for you.

- Would you?

- Yes, of course, I did it before.

Those were very happy days.

[keys hitting table]

[door opening]

- Ah, Miss Georgina Worsley, writing letters [laughs].

I didn't know you could write?

- Bread and butter letters, wretched things.

- Ah.

- I put, Dear Lady Rellen,

thank you so much for my stays.

- You left them behind in a drawer?

- [laughs] It was--

- Such hell and I loathed every minute of it.

- Stop it, James, you're muddling me.

Such fun and I enjoyed--

- Spelled E-N-G-O-I-D.

- Oh, shut up, I can't concentrate

if you keep saying silly things.

- You crumpled my evening paper, come here.

- Oh, no you don't.

- Oh, yes I do.

- You can't catch me.

- Oh, yes I can and will.

You must be punishsed.

- Oh James [laughs].

- Ah, Hudson, Miss Georgina

seems to have crumpled-- - Your fault.

- The evening paper, better see if you can

straighten it out or something.

- I'll ask Rose to run an iron over it.

- If you would, Hudson, before my father comes in,

I don't want any crushed newspapers in my house.

-[Mr. Hudson] Quite so.

- Did you want something?

- Oh, just about this evening, Sir.

I understand Mrs. Bellamy will be

requiring dinner upstairs, I'm afraid.

- I suppose so, yes, if she's still in bed.

- But she's still confined to her room, Sir.

- Well, in that case, it will be Mr. Bellamy,

Miss Georgina, and myself in the dining room.

- Very good, Sir.

Oh, the Master is in, Sir.

-[James] Is he, where, study?

- I think he went up to see Mrs. Bellamy, Sir.

- Very well, Hudson.

Dances, dinner parties, receptions, garden parties,

all for the month of June,

you going to all of them?

- Well, I hope so.

The dinners and dances anyway.

- Oh, you'll be a wreck.

Your poor old toes will be black and blue.

- No, they won't.

-[James] All those clumsy oafs who can't waltz properly.

- Some of them can, Billy Linton waltzes perfectly.

Anyway, I like going to dinner parties

and balls and receptions.

Only thing wrong with them,

is having to write endless

bread and butter letters afterwards, thanking people.

Especially with you breathing down my neck

and putting me off.

- Meaning you're a very lucky

and spoiled little girl, aren't you?

- Why?

- All those parties.

-[Georgina] Those cards aren't all for me.

- Well, most of them are.

There's a musical evening at Landsdown House, to my father,

and the Lifeguard Ball at Renala, for me,

which I can't go to anyway.

- Oh, why James?

- It's tomorrow evening, to dine with the Newbury's

and then go on to the ball.

But, Hazel won't be fit to go.

- No, I suppose she won't be.

Oh dear, you're missing all your old Army friends.

- Yes, yes, they'll be there in strength.

Possibly my last chance of seeing them

before I go back to India.

-[Georgina] When will that be?

- Oh, if I accept the post,

in the new year, January, 1915.

That could mean a junior directorship.

- Well that sounds terribly grand.

-[James] Yes, it's stinking hot and stuffy out there.

Like it is in London today.

- I'll miss you, poor old Jumbo.

- You're not allowed to call me that.

- I'm sorry.

- I dislike it intensely.

- I'm sorry, I'll try and get myself out of that.

- You better, unless you want another spanking.

- I promise, jum, no, I didn't say it.

James, cousin James.

- Step-cousin.

I think you better get on

with your thank you letters, don't you?

- Yes, alright.

Aren't you going up to see Hazel?

- In a minute.

- Will Mrs. Bridges be up soon?

- I hope so, Daisy, I do hope so.

Brandy, sir?

- Thank you, Hudson.

Georgina, a glass of brandy?

- I'm not allowed it.

- Who says so?

- Nobody, I'm just too young for an intoxicating drink.

- Well, you're out.

- Coming out.

- Out, the season's over halfway through.

Hudson, offer Miss Georgina some brandy.

-[Georgina] No, really.

- If Georgina says she doesn't want brandy,

she presumably doesn't want it.

- Alright, Hudson, don't offer Miss Georgina some brandy,

just leave it on the trolley.

- Very good, sir.

- I promised Hazel I'd go up

and play dominoes with here after dinner.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Well that would be much appreciated.

It's tiresome having to be laid up.

- Will she be up tomorrow?

- I gather not,

gynecologist has decreed another day or two in bed,

isn't that so, James?

- Yes, I so believe he has.

- Poor James, missing the ball.

- What ball?

- The Lifeguards Ball at Renala.

- When is that?

- Tomorrow night.

- Why can't you go?

- I can't go with Hazel.

- Why not, if she's in bed?

- We were asked to dine with

the Newbury's beforehand Father, I've already refused.

- Well, you can always look in at the ball.

Or take Georgina, if she's not otherwise engaged, are you?

- Tomorrow night, no.

I was thinking of going to the Osgoode Exhibition

with a rather boring young man called Philip Merriman,

but I don't have to.

- Well, you could partner James.

- Could I?

- I can see no objection, if Hazel doesn't mind.

- Ask her.

- I will, I'm sure Bunny and Diana can still

fit us into their dinner party, I'll telephone them.

- Won't it be rather grown up?

I mean, all older people.

- Oh, not at all, it should be great fun.

A lot of pretty girls there

and all the officers of the household cavalry.

Orders and decorations to be worn

and the Regimental band will play out in the lawn

and we shall dance outside under the trees.

I think there's to be a firework display at midnight.

- Oh, it sounds terribly exciting.

May I go upstairs now?

I must see about something to wear.

- Yeah, go on.

- Don't forget the game of dominoes with Hazel.

- No, I won't.

- Hello, Hudson, will you put me through to Lady Newbury?

Good idea of yours, Father.

- Yes.

Look after her, won't you?

I mean, Renala on a warm summer evening,

all those chaps full of champagne.

- Oh, of course I'll look after her.

Let's hope the weather holds.

[telephone ringing]

Hello, Diana?

James, listen, a slight change of plan,

I've decided to go to the ball at Renala

tomorrow evening after all.

Hmm, no, no, no, with Georgina.

Can you still get us in to your dinner party?

Splendid, splendid, how's Bunny, [laughs], is he?

I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye.

Oh, it shall be rather a jolly evening.

A pity Hazel can't come.

[door opening]

Morning, just popped in on my way to work,

to see how you were.

-[Hazel] Better, thank you.

You got everything you need, books, newspapers?

- Yes, thank you.

- Are you sure you don't mind my trotting off

to this wretched ball tonight?

- Of course not, you'll enjoy yourself,

see all your friends.

- Yes.

Well, I must be off, I shall be late.

- James.

Doctor Page told Richard that I still could have children.

Did you know?

- Yes, yes he told me too.

- There's nothing wrong, you see?

- Yes, that's splendid news, isn't it?

Well, I must be off.

[door closing]

- Why do we have to be all covered in powder,

just to go to a ball?

- As you perspire, wouldn't be very nice

waltzing around with you back all shiny,

especially in this weather.

- The young men perspire terribly,

in their starch collars and stiff shirts,

but they don't have maids to put powder all over them.

- Young men don't show so much bare skin like ladies do.

- Yes, I see.

Oh, that feels terribly nice, all sort of tingly,

especially on my neck.

- Does it?

- Mrs. Bellamy said last night,

she thought you might have healing powers in your hands.

- Did she Miss?

- She says you've done wonders with her back.

- Oh, that's not me, that's time and rest.

I'm not a magician, Miss.

- Must be terribly sad to lose your first baby,

any baby really.

- Yes.

There, just finish doing you up

and then I'll start doing your hair.

- Thank you, Rose.

- Hmm, not much to say for nearly

10 years in the Army, eh Hudson?

- 10 years of comparative peace, Sir, militarily speaking.

- That's true and Grandpapa had at least a dozen

of these things on his chest

last time I saw him all dressed up.

For a court ball, I think it was.

I remember Elizabeth and I being called down

in our dressing gowns to see them go off.

He was simply covered in medals.

Of course, a lot of those were foreign orders.

- That would have been the summer of 1890, Sir.

The year of Lady Southwold's oldest.

- Oh, probably.

- There was always a war on somewhere,

in Queen Victoria's reign, Sir.

My Lord Southwold was young.

- Yes, yes, the empire needed keeping in order then.

More than it does now.

- Quite, Sir.

- You know, I sometimes think these black fellas

are more civilized than some of the European races.

All there Serbs and Croats and Slovenes and chaps like that.

Thank you, Hudson, by the way,

would you ask Rose to make up my bed in here again tonight?

- Very good, Sir.

- I shall be quite late, I expect.

We don't want to disturb Mrs. Bellamy more than necessary.

- Very Good, Sir.

- Thank you, Hudson.

Ah, my goodness, look at you.

- Will I do?

- You most certainly will.

- I'm terribly nervous.

- Well you shouldn't be looking like that.

- I shan't know anyone.

- I shall introduce you.

- If you see me stuck in a corner by myself,

you will come and rescue me?

- Rescue you?

Oh, I shall think I'd have too,

when my brother officers catch sight of you,

I shall have to fend them off with my fists,

unhand that maiden hand,

for she's my late mother's brother's step-daughter.

Unhand her I say or I shall run you through

with my trusty sword.

Which, incidentally is still in the wardrobe

full of mothballs, along with my uniform.

- Oh, you're so funny, I do love you Jumbo.

- What did I say about calling me that?

- I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.

-[Mr. Hudson] Your taxi is here, Sir.

- Ah, thank you, Hudson.

Come along Georgina, let's us step into our Hackney cab

and take Renala by storm!

Hudson. - Thank you, Rose.

- Good night, Rose, Hudson.

- Good night, Sir, good night, Miss.

-[Georgina] Good night.

- Oh, you have your key, Sir?

-[James] Yes, thank you.

[door closing]

- Aye, they'll make a handsome pair at the ball.

- He don't look like a young husband

who's wife just lost their first born child.

- Young gentlemen, Rose, especially officers,

are trained to conceal their true feelings.

A tradition necessary in the field of battle,

unless the men should send their

officers fear or anxiety, lose heart.

- If I was a man and my wife had just had a miscarriage,

I'd either sit by her side

or stop in my own room, crying my eyes out.

Not go gallivanting off to some ball.

- You are not a man, Rose.

- No, I'm not, am I?

- Oh, if you're going up,

you just pop in and see if Mrs. Bridges needs anything.

- Oh, I popped in earlier and her heads spinning,

so I'm gonna take her a couple of tablets later.

- If tears dropped into a trunk,

were charms were preserve its owner

from sorrow and misfortune,

Nicholas Nickleby, would have commenced his expedition

under most happy auspices.

There was so much to be done,

and so little time to do it in;

so many kind words to be spoken, and such bitter pain in the

hearts in which they rose to impede their utterance;

that the little preparations for

his journey were made mournfully indeed--

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

- Oh, excuse me, Madam,

Hudson was wondering if Mr. Bellamy could come

downstairs for a moment?

Only Mrs. Bridges is worse, she's running a temperature

and Hudson thinks she ought to see a doctor.

- Well of course she must.

I'll telephone Doctor Foley at once.

Tell Hudson I'll be down directly.

- Very good, Sir.

-[Hazel] I must go and see to her.

Get back into bed at once.

- No, it's my duty, I should be there.

- Hazel, you're not to get up,

Doctor Foley forbade it, you'll only make yourself worse.

- Richard, I am in charge of the household.

If the cook is ill, I must go and see to her.

- How Hazel, get back into bed - Geez, Richard.

- Do as I say, you're in no fit state--

- Let me go, please let me go.

- I forbid it.

I forbid it, Hazel.

- Do you?

- I'll look after Mrs. Bridges.

After all, I have been responsible for things in this house,

for a number of years.

- Yes, you are still the Master, aren't you?

- Get back into bed.

In you get.

There's a good girl.

Do allow me to look after you, someone's got too.

- Rose, what are you doing down here at this hour?

- Just making some hot lemon and cinnamon for Mrs. Bridges.

It's a chill she's got,

Doctor Foley said she ought to have it.

- Oh, the poor soul, how is she?

- Better, her temperature's gone down to 99

and she managed to get down some OXO and a dry biscuit.

I'll take it up to her now, whilst it's nice and hot.

- Well, it's getting on for one.

Captain James and Miss Georgina

are not returned yet, have they?

- No, they have not and I suppose they will, not til dawn.

Good night, Mr. Hudson.

- Good night, Rose, I'll see to the light.

[window opening]

[church bells ringing]

[car engine idling]

- Oh, I'm terribly thirsty, aren't you?

- Shh, you'll wake the whole house.

- Sorry.

- There should be some barley water on the grog tray.

- Where?

- In here.

Here we are, don't have to whisper now.

Don't talk too loud.

- Oh dear, it's half past four.

I don't think I've ever been up this late as this before.

- Hmm, you've got to start somewhere.

- Yes.

- There you are.

- Oh thank you, James, I'm parched.

- Thirsty work, dancing.

Especially if you dance everyone on the card, as you did.

- Did I?

Well, yes, I suppose I did.

- Well, you certainly were the belle of the ball.

Should have claimed a dance or two for myself,

before we set out.

- I am sorry, James, I did try to keep a dance free for you.

But you always seem to be having a jolly time,

laughing and joking over at the buffet.

I think we dance all the time

with the young men, the Suppleton's.

You know I only had one Captain

and he squeezed me so hard, my bodice stuck into me.

His name was Rupert Booth Taylor,

he said he knew you.

- Ah, yes, yes, the action to the blues.

He is rather inclined to squeeze debutantes too hard.

- I think he was about your age.

- Why do you say that?

- Well, he didn't think I was too young to dance with.

- Are you suggesting that I did?

- James.

- Well, why do you think I took you to the ball,

as my partner, if it wasn't to dance with you?

- Well, why didn't you?

- I was just going to and then I saw you were

stifling a yawn, I thought it was time to take you home.

- That was only because that boy with red hair

was telling me how he landed a 12 pound salmon on the spay.

He went into every gory detail.

- Yes, well perhaps there's another reason

I didn't ask you to dance.

But I'm not sure that I should tell you.

- Oh, but you've got to, we're not allowed

to keep secrets from step-cousins.

- Alright, I'll tell you.

If you insist, it's because--

- Yes?

- It's because if I had to take you in my arms,

in order to dance with you,

I'm not sure that I could trust myself not to kiss you,

not at a young step-cousin, barely 18, should be kissed.

Affectionately, on the cheek like this.

But as one would kiss a beautiful young woman,

and whom one is growing dangerously fond of, like this.

And now, as we were denied our dance at the ball,

which is entirely my fault, I admit it.

I should like to as you formally, Miss Worsley,

if you're not otherwise engaged,

for the pleasure of the next waltz.

- Enchanted.

That was fun.

- Ah, I heard voices, thought it must be you.

- It's alright, Father,

we haven't been pinching the silver, have we?

- No.

- Georgina was thirsty, so I thought we'd have a nightcap.

- Quite right to, enjoy yourself?

- Very much, it was a lovely ball.

- I'm sorry if we woke you, Father,

we tried not to make too much noise.

- I was awake, couldn't sleep.

Have they closed atmosphere?

- Yes.

- Well, I expect Georgina wants to get to her bed

and you'll have to go to

your office later, then shouldn't you?

-[James] Yes, Father.

- Good night, try not to make

any noise passing Hazel's room.

- I've already taken my shoes off, Uncle Richard.

- Ah yes, good girl.

Don't want to wake her up, do we?

- No.

-[James] What was that? - No.

- I say you ought to sleep in, in the morning

and have your breakfast in bed, those are my orders.

I shall tell Hudson when he wakes me at eight.

- But what will Rose think?

- Ah, Rose will damn well do as she's told.

- Please don't make trouble, James,

I don't want to fall out with her.

I'll get up and come down for breakfast.

- You'll do no such thing.

Rose, doesn't run this house,

even if she thinks she does.

But I sometimes think it wouldn't have been a bad thing,

if she had pushed off to Australia with sheep fellow.

- Poor Rose, I don't understand it.

She's such a lovely face and so much kindness.

Do you think she'll ever marry?

- Oh, I should think so, come on let's go upstairs.

[door closing]

- James, listen.

- What?

- I can hear a train miles away

and I can hear horse and cart.

- Yes, the milkmen are out delivering already.

[horse walking along]

People are going to work in shops and factories.

It's morning.

- It can be light soon.

- It will, come on.

Good night, sleep well.

-[Georgina] Thank you again for taking me,

good night, Jumbo [giggles].

- Morning, stepped in on my way to work,

to see if you were alright?

That's right, sleep on.

Good morning, Daisy.

- Good morning, Sir.

- I think you'll have to pour

cold water over her this morning,

she's dead to the world.

- I could do that, Sir.

[door closing]

Good morning, Miss.

- Oh goodness, what's the time?

- Five minutes past nine, Miss.

- Oh dear.

- It's a lovely morning.

I brought your breakfast up on a tray.

There's two soft boiled eggs, toast, and coffee.

Ruby thought you might be extra hungry this morning,

seeing she wasn't in til daylight.

- How did she know that?

- Ruby, she's up my daylight every morning, Miss.

She heard you come in when she was doing the boiler.

- This is a such treat, thank you very much.

Thank Ruby for me.

-[Daisy] Oh, I will.

And don't let your coffee get cold.

- No.

I was having such a horrible dream when I woke up, Daisy.

Do you ever have horrible dreams?

- Oh, sometimes.

-[Georgina] This one was awful because it was so real.

- Well my Mum used to say,

if you have a bad dream, you should always tell it

to someone to make sure it don't come true.

- Well, I was on a swing in a big park somewhere

and there was a young man sitting beside me,

tall and rather good looking.

And as we swung higher and higher and higher,

he was kissing me all the time.

- [giggles] Go on, Miss.

- Down below, masses of people,

all cheering and waving flags at us

and then I saw the young man's face was dreadfully white,

as if all the blood had been drained away.

And suddenly he just fell off the swing,

miles and miles below to the ground

and I wanted to go down there and help him,

in case he wasn't dead.

But then I saw by falling,

it somehow managed to knock down everyone

of the people who were waving flags and cheering,

and they were all young men too,

with the same white drained faces.

Some of them were bleeding and crying out.

I wanted to go down there

but I was sort of attached to the swing

and then I woke up.

- That sounds like a real nightmare, Miss.

- I'm sorry, Daisy, I'm not very hungry.

- Potatoes, boil for downstairs, roast for upstairs.

Ah no, now I've forgotten carrots.

I'll never be ready.

- Ruby, what are you whimpering about?

Put a move on, it's nearly dinnertime.

- I know it is, Rose, and I'm not half done yet.

- Oh buck up then.

- When will Mrs. Bridges be back?

- When she's better and not before.

Put you cap straight, you look like a scarecrow.

[big band music]

- There's coffee, Miss.

-[Georgina] Thank you, Hudson.

- Will you be dining in this evening, Miss?

- No, out again, I'm afraid.

-[Mr. Hudson] Very good, Miss.

- Hudson, may I ask you something?

- Certainly, Miss Georgina.

- Well, it's just that Mrs. Bridges told Daisy

she thought there might be a curse on Southwold family.

Do you think there is?

- Ah family curse, Miss?

- You see my mother, my step-father, and my aunt,

Lady Marjorie and Grandpa Southwold,

all died within a few years

and then Captain James and Mrs. Bellamy losing their baby.

Mrs. Bridges told Daisy another baby died in this house too,

only she wouldn't say how long ago.

So, I just wondered.

- I understand, Miss.

- You see, I had a terrible dreams last night

about people dying and I thought it might have

something to do with it.

- Oh, I don't think you ought to worry about such

things, Miss Georgina, not at your age.

- No, I'm sorry, I don't ask Captain James or Mr. Bellamy,

they think we're so silly.

So, I thought I'd ask you.

-[Mr. Hudson] If you pardon me saying so, Miss Georgina,

I trust you will not brood upon such ugly subjects

and continue to enjoy your London season,

as a young person should.

- So, you don't think that there's--

- Oh, no, no, Miss, family curses, ghosts, and such like,

all wives tales, Miss [laughs],

and if I may use the expression, pure blethers.

- Good, I'm so relieved.

- Miss.

[door closing]

- James.

- Father.

- How's Hazel?

- I only just come in.

- Oh, you haven't seen her yet?

- I've only just come in.

- And Hudson doesn't know?

- Know what?

- How she is.

- Haven't asked him yet.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Ah, Hudson, how's Mrs. Bellamy?

- Oh, she seemed a wee bit better

when I served her tea, Sir.

- In here?

-[Mr. Hudson] At half past four, Sir.

- She's up then?

- Oh yes, Madam rang for Rose at about three o'clock

this afternoon to help her get dressed.

- Are you sure?

- So where is she now?

- She was in here until

about half past five, writing letters.

- She didn't go out?

-[Mr. Hudson] Not as far as I know, Sir.

- Hazel!

She's probably messing about in the box room again.

- Rose, have you seen Mrs. Bellamy?

- Hudson said she came downstairs.

- Oh yes, she had her tea, Sir,

and then went down to the kitchen.

- The kitchen!

Oh now she shouldn't-- - Thank you, Rose.

James, leave her.

- Upstairs, Rose.

- Oh but-- - Upstairs.

-[James] Hazel!

- Yes?

- What are you doing?

- What do you think I'm doing?

- Who said you could get up?

-[Hazel] Doctor Page did.

- Ruby, leave us please.

Listen Hazel, you are supposed to be Mistress in this house,

just how the hell do you expect the servants to respect you

and obey your orders, if you come down here

and try and cook the meals.

- And how do you expect that wretched little kitchen maid

to cook all the meals?

For upstairs and down all by herself?

- It's not your place to come down here and cook.

- Not my place?

I note your choice of expression.

- What expression?

- You said it was not my place to come down here and cook.

Well, that's how you talk to a servant

and yet in the same breath,

you're telling me not to soil my hands with servants work.

Well, it was my place to type out

your Father's book for wages, wasn't it?

And you didn't object to that, did you?

- What's that got to do with it?

Damn it Hazel, you're my wife, not a cook!

- Wives are often cooks, where I come from.

- Yes, well they're not here and they never have been,

so put that, whatever it is, away

and go up to the morning room, where you belong

and leave the meals to Ruby!

- I shall do nothing of the kind.

I am responsible for the domestic running of the house

and I intend to stay here and help Ruby prepare the meals.

- Yes, you are responsible for running this house

with dignity, as Mother did from upstairs,

not messing about in the kitchen like a scullery maid.

- How dare you!

[knife chopping]

- You will do as I say and go up to the morning room.

As my wife, you owe me obedience!

- Well don't you owe me something?

- What?

What's the matter with you?

- If you don't understand that,

then perhaps it's just as well our baby died, just as well.

[footsteps up the stairs]

[sizzling]

- Ruby, Ruby, Ruby come here quickly,

the cooking's gone wrong.

-[Ruby] Yes, Sir.

- Quickly, before it boils onto the floor.

- Yes, Sir, I'll see to it.

- Yes.

You seem to have a rather lot

to do at the minute, Ruby, I'm sorry.

- That's alright, Sir, I can manage.

- Yes, well I expect Mrs. Bridges will be up

in a day or two.

- Yes, Sir, Sir, it was very kind

of Mrs. Bellamy to help me, Sir.

- Yes, I'll tell her.

[footsteps]

Is Mrs. Bellamy in there?

- Oh no, Sir, only the Master, Madam went up to her room.

- I see, thank you, Hudson.

Hazel, are you there?

Hazel, I want to talk to you.

Open this door and let me in.

You hear what I say?

Oh Hazel, you're being very childish.

Hazel.

How I lead my life in my house is my affair,

you have no right to criticize me.

- I have every right, James.

Hazel is your wife and your responsibility.

You're a grown man now, a married man

and regrettably independent of your soul surviving parent.

But you're still my son

and as long as I live under this roof,

I reserve the right to comment on your behavior.

- My behavior?

- Hazel has suffered the agony and distress

of losing her baby.

She is weak and depressed and in need

of all the love and care she can get from her husband.

Yet you behave as though she'd suffered

nothing worse than a slight cold.

- Oh, that's monstrous.

Do you think I don't know how she feels?

- Then why in Gods name can't you show some concern for her?

- Damn it Father, she's not ill anymore,

she's been up and dressed and cooking in the kitchen.

- And why, as I admit.

But if you can't see that foolish gesture,

a desperate cry for attention,

that you can't know much about women.

- Father, my relationship with my wife

is none of your business.

- It may not be, strictly speaking,

but you might just remember that Hazel was my secretary.

I brought her into this house

and as such, I happen to have formed

a very high opinion of her character and capabilities.

I respect her as a person

and I have a natural affection for her,

as a member of the family.

And since you choose to neglect her when she's ill

and criticize her when she's most in need of

your help and support.

I can only say, in my opinion,

you are not worthy of her love.

She's too damn good for you!

And that's my last word on the subject.

- Yes, yes, my last word on the subject is

that I'm beginning to think it's time you and I

went our separate ways.

- Just what do you mean?

- I mean instead of endlessly quarreling and feuding

with me about the running of this house,

you might find life more to your liking

in a set of rooms in St. James'.

You'll be handy for the House of Commons

and quite near your club.

I'm quite prepared to help you out, financially,

if you decide to move.

It might just be better for all of us.

- Very well, James, if that's how you feel, I'll move.

I won't stay here, if I'm not welcome.

You can inform the servants at once.

I shall need a few days to find alternative accommodation.

I might just run with it.

- There's no hurry, just some time.

It was only a suggestion, I didn't.

- James?

- Oh, hello, where've you been?

- Out to tea with some friends.

James, you've been quarreling with Uncle Richard,

I couldn't help hearing.

Was it about taking me to the ball?

- No, no, no it wasn't.

- Are you sure?

- Quite sure.

It was about something else, nothing to do with you.

- What?

- Nevermind, have you had tea?

- I've just told you, I had tea with some friends.

- So you did.

-[Georgina] Hudson says Hazel is up?

- Yes, she got up this afternoon, yes.

- Oh good, so she's much better?

- Much, much better.

- Where is she?

- Upstairs.

- I think I'll go up and see her.

- Ah no, no, leave her just a moment.

Close the door.

Come and sit down, Georgina, I want to talk to you.

I think, I think you're old enough to know

some of the difficulties of married life.

I mean, one day you will marry someone

and I just think you ought to know,

it's not that easy being married, not that easy.

- No, I don't suppose it is.

- I mean, if your love and your feelings for someone

aren't quite strong enough

and you don't seem to sort of agree on a lot of things,

it can still be alright,

if you fulfill your love.

You know what I'm trying to say?

- I think I do, James.

- Especially, if it has a result,

you manage to have a baby.

- Yes, of course.

- Otherwise, there's not much to keep it together.

- No.

- Not if you disagree on a lot of things,

like Hazel and I do.

- Oh dear, won't it perhaps get better?

- It might.

[inaudible]

I hope so.

Hazel can still have a baby, the doctor said so.

- Well, perhaps next year

when you go out to India, things will change.

Away from home, you may feel quite differently.

- If she decides to come.

- She's bound to, isn't she?

- I don't know.

I don't know what the future holds.

If Father moves into rooms, I'm out in India and Hazel.

What about the servants?

What about you?

What about everything?

It all seems such a mess.

A ghastly, hopeless mess.

- He should have never married beneath him,

I said so from the start.

You always do a good of difference in their ideas,

their standards, their values.

If her Ladyship had lived,

that young women, as respectable as she may be,

would never had sat at the head of the table in this house,

you mark my words, Rose, not Miss Forrest.

- There you go again with her Ladyship.

What would her Ladyship have done?

What would he Ladyship have said?

Her Ladyship's dead and gone, Mr. Hudson

and Mrs. Bellamy is the Mistress of this house now

and as such, we should back her out and help her,

not go saying wicked things about her behind her back!

- Stop yelling at the top of your voice, Rose,

unless you want everyone in the house to hear.

- I don't care who knows it, Mr. Bellamy should

have a word with his son,

tell him what he thinks of him, he's too weak.

That's the trouble, just as Captain James

got all his mother's money.

- The Master opposed the marriage

or had you forgotten that?

Unfortunately, the young fool was of age

and financially independent enough to defy his father.

She had known the match was unsuitable,

it's her I blame, I blame her!

- Well, I don't, she got a chance to marry and she took it!

- Shh.

-[Rose] Poor foolish woman.

- I don't know what's the matter

with you these days, Rose, I don't really.

- Beats what's the matter with you, Mr. Hudson,

if I may say so.

You're living in the past, that's your trouble

and don't seem to realize that things are changing fast.

Life's never gonna be the same again,

but you're too blind to notice it, or too old.

- How dare you say that to me, Rose.

How ever long you may be of service here,

you have no right to speak to me like that!

You're forgetting your place, m'girl.

- My place?

I'm beginning to wonder what that is sometimes.

- Well I can tell you what it is not.

It is not to spend your days in

young Mrs. Bellamy's room, gossiping with her,

had you not tittletattled about what goes on

in the servants hall

or between Captain James and Miss Worsley or anything else.

Your place is to respect the

Master and Captain James as your employers

and get on with your job, as you did before!

- My job is to look after Mrs. Bellamy now!

- You are the head house-parlourmaid, Rose.

Your duties are not exclusively with Mrs. Bellamy.

Just because she's either too tight fisted

or too unsure of herself to engage a lady's maid,

there is no call for you to lie in her lap

like a pet poodle!

She is quite capable of looking after her self.

- That's a cruel thing to say,

she needs me and you're jealous.

- I'm what?

- Jealous of her and me, 'cause she likes me

and she knows what you think of her.

- Now that's a lie!

- I'm not a liar.

- Be quiet, Rose and watch your tongue!

- Stop it please, stop [crying].

- Where have you been hiding yourself?

- What's the matter, Daisy?

- Yes, come on, what is it?

- Would it be alright to sit down?

- Yes, yes, Daisy, come on sit down,

for heaven's sake, pull yourself together.

-[Rose] Come along, tell Mr. Hudson, what happened?

- [crying] I heard you and Mr. Hudson rowing,

I couldn't help it.

- Eavesdropping.

- Leaver her, Rose.

[crying]

- First of all, it's Captain and Mrs. Bellamy,

go for each other, all angry, down here in the kitchen

and then it's you and Rose, Mr. Hudson [crying].

I've never known you and Rose have words

all the time I've been here.

It's like everyone in the house is fighting

and rowing and poor Mrs. Bridges is still sick [crying]

and this hot weather and everything.

I just don't feel safe anymore, Mr. Hudson [crying].

I'm frightened.

- I think we're all effected by the close air

in this weather, Daisy.

It tends to put us all on edge,

makes us bad tempered and irritable.

-[Daisy] Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Now, as soon as the storm breaks,

and we have some thunder and lightning

and the cooling rain comes,

perhaps things will be somewhat calmer.

We'll stop quarreling among ourselves

and live together in harmony again.

Close the ranks, eh Daisy?

Do you know what I mean?

-[Daisy] Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, it would be a strange household indeed,

if we didn't have a wee bit of conflict and strife

from time to time.

As any close community must.

So run along, m'girl,

get things ready for supper, eh?

And Daisy, try to be cheerful,

there's a good girl, eh?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson, thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, I best get upstairs

and put out the lady's things for dinner.

I understand they're all dining in tonight, the four of 'em.

- Yes, Rose, I gather they are, just the four of them.

- I'm afraid I'm not very good.

- Oh, you learn very fast, my dear.

- I keep breaking all the rules.

- It's only family bridge, Georgina.

You mustn't take it too much to heart.

- Doesn't matter who wins or loses,

as long as we all enjoy ourselves,

isn't that so, Father?

- Yes, I suppose it is.

- Breakfast at the usual time in morning, Madam.

- Yes, please, 8:30 in the dining room?

Thank you, Hudson, good night.

- Good night, Madam.

- Hudson, good night.

- Good night, Sir. - Good night.

- Oh, I'm stifled.

- Yes, it's hotter than ever tonight.

I'll open the window wider.

[jazz music]

Here, catch!

Sorry, down there by the lamppost, good luck.

A few chaps, one blind, a few on crutches.

Wounded in South Africa, I suppose, reduced.

Do you recognize the tune?

- Cards are dealt, James, if you care to pick up your hand.

Prepare for the fray.

Phew, it must be in the 80s tonight.

- It can't last much longer, can it?

[classic orchestra music]