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[ Hoofbeats ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter]

[Water splashes]

You'll catch flies.

What?
What'll I do?

Your mouth's hanging
down to your chest, girl.

Stop dreaming.

Think what you're meant
to be doing.

I'm doing it.

If you think that's washing up,
then I'm Happy Fanny Fields.

Oh, Mrs. Bridges.

You'll not see your bed tonight,
my girl, I'm warning you.

I'll do them once more so.

And you'll do them properly.

And I'll do them properly.

♫ I wish, I wish ♫

♫ I wish in vain ♫

♫ I wish I were a maid again ♫

Where do you wish were, then,
little bird?

- Queen of England?
♫ A maid again ♫

Emily, look at this.

Come on.

- ♫ Till cherries grow ♫
-[ Hoofbeats ]

♫ On an apple... ♫

Here she is.
Mrs. Van Gran Bottom herself.

Edward, you've no respect.

"Oh, I could buy and sell
the lot of you.

And what do you think

of me spanking new carriage,
then, eh?"

She must be awful rich.

And my lovely new footman
on the box.

Oh, to have a carriage
the like of that.

You seen him?
I never set eyes on him before.

Now, why can't Lady Marjorie get
someone like that for us?

Because you've got
adorable little me, that's why.

Oh, and would you look
at those feathers?

They must be twice the length
of me arm.

You don't measure a lady by the
length of her feathers, Emily.

Oh, I'll say she has a dress

for as many days as there are
in a year.

Now that, Emily --
that lady that you see up there

is what we call nouveau,
which is probably new to you.

-[ Both laugh]
- Come on, Edward.

Her ladyship will be ringing
for tea in a minute,

and you've no time to laugh
about it.

Her and her charitable
get-togethers.

She can't stand the sight
of the people there.

You've no place passing remarks
like that.

A scamper through the woods?

Certainly.
Teach them to appreciate nature.

And give them
some simply splendid exercise.

Exercise?
Exercise?

They get enough of that running
up and down stairs all day.

Prudence,
if I understand you correctly,

you're suggesting that we hire
some sort of omnibus,

cram all our servants into it,

and dispatch them
to Hampstead Heath?

For a picnic. with delicious
cream buns and lemonade.

Thus obeying our beloved
Queen Alexandra's instructions

to care more for the welfare
of our domestic employees.

Yes, I see the merit of that.
They don't get enough fresh air.

Fresh air! Simply frightful
for the complexion.

Yes, of course, Lady Templeton,
but it's all in a good cause.

These girls never get out.

I think it's a splendid idea.

We can all share the cost
of the omnibus

and each contribute
a hamper of refreshments.

Good.
That's settled.

The queen doesn't know
what she's started.

Ah.
Well, now we can all have tea.

Not quite yet. we still lack
one member of our committee.

We need her vote.

And her money.

Mrs. Van Groeben, milady.

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Van Groeben.

Good afternoon.

Now, then, I believe that you
have already met Lady Templeton.

Yes.
We have met, haven't we?

Ghastly feathers.

MARJORIE: Lady Prudence Fairfax,
our force motif.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Very bad for my chest.

I've heard so much about you
from my daughter, Wilhelmina,

who is such a great, great
friend of your daughter, Agatha.

Oh, yes. I believe they met
for the first time last night.

It seems young people become
great, great friends

at alarming speed these days.

I am late, and I do apologize,

but it takes so long to get
anywhere in London.

Oh, I know, and it's becoming
far too noisy

and dirty in the streets.

They really shouldn't allow
so much traffic

in the heart of the city.

In my opinion,
We're all being slowly poisoned

by the fumes
from those dreadful motorcars.

Including yours,
Prudence darling.

And yours, my dear Marjorie.

I won't allow my husband
to buy one.

We so much prefer
the carriage and pair.

So much more elegant.

Of course, back in our wonderful
country, we have so much space.

And freedom.

Freedom to move around
at one's leisure.

Oh, life is much different
in South Africa.

She should have stayed there.

Pardon me,
but they really are too absurd.

Marjorie, do ring for tea
now we're all here.

Prudence, will you explain
your idea to Mrs. Van Groeben?

Such a splendid scheme
for a picnic in the woods --

to put some colour
into their cheeks.

In keeping
with the queen's wishes.

Oh, quite.

How like our dear queen

to concern herself
with such matters.

Now, the last cook
we employed...

Hudson, you can bring tea now.

And ask
Mrs. Van Groeben's coachman

to have tea
in the servants' hall.

- we shall be some time.
- Very good, milady.

I'm so sorry.
You were saying?

Well, our last cook.

She had a cousin who worked
in the royal household,

and she was most interesting
about conditions there.

Most interesting.

It appears
that on at least one occasion

during her employment
at the palace,

Her Majesty actually paid
a lengthy visit

to the kitchen
and the servants' quarters

and actually spoke to the staff.

[ Laughter]

Any road,
my little niece were there,

and when downpour started,
they all got under table.

[ Laughter]

Then Bishop of London arrives
to read message from queen.

"I hope you're all enjoying
yourself," he reads,

"enjoying your tea party."

And all girls
are still under table.

Oh, I'd have given a week's
Wages to see 200 servant girls

hiding under the table
in Regent's Park.

They must take us for some kind
of fools, you know.

Oh, no, we mustn't laugh.
Really, Mr. Harris.

It's very kind of Her Majesty.

After all,
she needn't have bothered.

Ah, just a pat on the head,
lass.

Pat on the head.

[ Chuckles ]
Nothing changes.

Any road, let me finish story.

"I'm sorry I can't be with you,"

reads Bishop
with rain dripping from his hat.

[ Laughter]

"But I'm sure you're all having
a grand time.

With love and kisses
from queen."

And then, just as he's calling
for three rousing cheers,

damn great banner which said

"God bless our gracious queen,
the giver of the feast"

fell about his head.

[ Laughter]

Ah, His Grace
the Duke of Pulborough

would never have concerned
himself with such a pantomime.

He knew how to treat
his servants proper.

And we were right proud
to be in his household.

[ Chuckles ]

He had no time
for the pantomimes.

Then round them up
into the omnibus and home.

In time to run our baths
and lay the table for dinner.

Splendid.

Well, I certainly feel
I owe it to my servants.

A token of appreciation, really.

People in our position must
realize their responsibilities.

MARJORIE: To return
to more mundane matters,

have you any idea, Prudence, how
much such an outing will cost?

Well, I have it
on the best information,

it need not cost
more than sixpence a head.

Sixpence?

What do you mean
to feed them on?

Bread and lard
and a cup of cold tea?

Ah, there'll be the omnibus to
pay for as well, Lady Templeton.

I do hope we're not going to
spend the entire afternoon

haggling over money.

I mean, what's a few pounds
here or there?

A great deal to some of us.

What about numbers?
How many will there be?

Sixteen all together, Marjorie.

That's including
Mrs. Van Groeben's household.

Well, I shall send
my two housemaids,

my kitchen maid,
and Taylor, my pantry boy.

Let me know
how much I should contribute.

Marjorie, my pet,
I've decided to leave.

I am quite ancient
and inclined to be easily bored.

I cannot afford to be bored
at my age.

MARJORIE: Hudson,
Lady Templeton is leaving.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Can't stand being cooped up
with a herd of women, Hudson.

- I'm sure you feel the same.
-[ Chuckles ]

Wonderful lady!

Such a rich character.

Most interesting.

Some people find her eccentric.

But Richard says she's
the sanest person he knows.

So it's all agreed, then --
a picnic,

a nature ramble
over Hampstead Heath

followed by a good tea
in the church hall, mm?

Splendid. well, your cause
certainly has my support.

I'm so glad.

How kind you are,
Mrs. Van Groeben.

No, no.

It's you who are kind,
Lady Prudence,

spending so much of your time
improving the lot

of these people who are really
already so well cared for

and who have
so very little to do.

♫ Da da ♫

♫ Da dee da dum ♫

♫ The butcher boy
I loved so well ♫

♫ He courted me my life away ♫

♫ But now with me
he will not stay ♫

♫ I wish my baby, it were born ♫

♫ And -- ♫

[ Door opens ]

Haven't you done yet, Emily?

I'm not used to doing grates.

I showed you how yesterday.

I'm doing my best, Rose.

And when is the new housemaid
coming?

I don't know.

And buck up. Mrs. Bridges
wants you back in the kitchen.

I can't be in two places
at once.

- well, you must try.
-[ Sighs ]

And we're all tired.

[Clears throat]

Oh!

Oh, good heavens!

Salt!

I'll murder that girl.

[Humming]

[ Door slams ]

Morning, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES:
Good morning, Emily, my dear.

EMILY:
Grand morning.

MRS. BRIDGES:
Lovely.

Absolutely lovely.

By the way, Emily, I've got
a little treat for you,

seeing as how you like
my cooking and all.

Come in here and have a taste
of this lovely pudding I made.

Oh, I've taken
such a lot of trouble over it --

stirring it over the hot water
for hours.

Now, then, you just taste it.

Go on, girl.
Taste it.

Mm!

What's the matter?
Don't you like it, then?

Please, Mrs. Bridges,
what in heaven have I done?

I'll show you what you've done,
my girl.

You put salt into the sugar jar.
That's what you've done!

Oh, no, I never.
That was never what I did.

All that work for nothing!

- I never did that.
- My lovely pudding ruined!

Oh, I was never near it,
Mrs. Bridges.

I'd not so much as dare touch
your cooking things.

And, please, you're hurting me.

I'll hurt you all right,
my girl.

That's what comes of staring
out of the window all day long,

daydreaming,
looking at the carriages.

I'm sorry if I did mix up
the jars, Mrs. Bridges.

Maybe I wasn't thinking.

Well, then you get on
with that washing up,

and then you can come in here
and scrub my kitchen floor.

Oh, Mother of God,
please help me.

I can never even finish
the housework.

There is one point,
Lady Marjorie,

that I hesitated to mention
at our last meeting.

I do hope there is some way
we can ensure

that no undeserving girls

receive the benefit
of our charity.

Undeserving?

After all, you and I have a
position in society to maintain.

A position which many people
admire and even envy.

I should hate to think
we could be duped.

I don't quite understand
what you mean by "duped."

Well, if we were expected
to include in these outings

some of the riffraff that one
finds in the suburban houses

of the professional classes.

[Thunder rumbles]

Do you know what I mean?

Yes, l...l think I do,
Mrs. Van Groeben.

But surely our intention

is to benefit
all those in domestic service,

not just a privileged few.

[Thunder rumbles]

Oh, dear.

Looks as if we're in
for a summer storm.

Come on, Emily.

You've done nothing but dream
all day.

I was only having a look at him.

Who?

The boy in the coach
with Mr. Harris.

Oh, Mrs. Van Groeben's
little flunky.

Well, you can stop dreaming, or
you'll get into more trouble --

and from me this time.

I've had to chase after you
since first thing this morning.

The beds weren't properly made,

Mr. Bellamy's
shaving water cold,

and now the lunch,
it ain't done.

I can't manage it all, Rose.

I don't know
Whether I'm coming or going,

what with Mrs. Bridges
getting at me and all.

I never touched
her cooking things, Rose.

Honest angels, I never.

You'll just have to learn
to put up with it, that's all.

Well, I think she has me
in disfavour.

Look, she don't really mean
all she says, Emily.

And she's very fond of you,
really.

It's just that...

Well, hurry up.

I want you to help me
with the sewing.

Ah, the poor lad.

He'll get soaked through
sitting out there.

We hardly ever have to endure

this kind of weather
in Cape Town.

I'm afraid
it's this kind of weather

that's making the rest
of our committee so late.

Lady Templeton has quite a way
to come.

- Oh.
- Oh, dear.

Your young footman's
getting very wet.

Yes.
It really is too bad.

But he's used to it.

We were at
the most wonderful house party

at Lord Nicholson's
only last weekend.

We must bring him in
and give him some tea.

I'll ring for Hudson.

[Thunder crashes]

What was it you were going to
say about Toby Nicholson?

[ Indistinct conversation]

Oh, come along in
and sit yourselves down.

Rose, take his coat.

Oh, dear, dear.

This is William, everybody.

- William, this is Mrs. Bridges.
- How do you do?

I expect you'd like a nice cup
of tea and a slice of cake.

- Thank you.
- And there's Edward.

Oh. Here, Rose.
Have you caught that uniform?

I didn't know the household
cavalry had gone into service.

He's only teasing, William.
You look very nice.

Thank you.

And this is young Emily.

Now, where was I?

Uh, the duke had just bought
a motor carriage.

Ah, that's right, lad.

Well, His Grace was never one
to be behind the times.

He believed in progress
of the right sort.

And he said he thought

there was a great future
for the motor carriage.

Mm, yes.

Your present employer seems to
have different notions, Mr. H.

She's a different sort of person
altogether, Mrs. Bridges.

Well, she's only just arrived

and doesn't quite see
what's what yet.

Mind you...

"Mind you" what, Mr. Harris?

Well, where there's brass,
there's a mouth.

EDWARD: And there's plenty
of brass, is there, Mr. Harris?

They do say, lad, they do say.

You'll not hear her
sitting down quietly.

[ Laughter]

Any road, pour me some more tea,
please, Mrs. Bridges.

Now, don't you go starting in,
young Edward.

We're all just one big, happy
family in wigmore Street.

Aye, just one big, happy family.

Right, William?

William?

WILLIAM: "Whoever it is,
wherever they may be,

I have a friend, Becky.

Someone is my friend.

It cannot be denied, for as
they sat before the blazing fire

and ate the nourishing,
comfortable food,

they felt
a kind of rapturous awe...

...and looked into each other's
eyes with something like doubt.

'Do you think,' Becky faltered
once in a whisper,

'Do you think
it could melt away, miss?

Hadn't we better be quick?'

And she hastily crammed
her sandwich into her mouth.

If it were only a dream, kitchen
manners could be overlooked."

EMILY:
[Chuckles]

"'No, it won't melt away,
said Sara.

I'm eating this muffin.
I can taste it.

One never really eats things
in dreams.

One only thinks
one's going to eat them.

Besides, I keep giving myself
pinches.“

EMILY:
[Laughs]

"'And I touched a hot piece
of coal just now, on purpose.“

[ Laughs ]

To be continued next week.

You've awful good luck, William.

Yes, I suppose I have.

Being able to do both
the reading and the writing.

I can't manage the writing
at all,

and 'tis
a terrible disadvantage.

Now, if my daddy could have read
and writ,

I don't know
what he couldn't have done.

Well, what did he do, your pa?

He went and died on us.
That's what he did.

Well, how'd he die?

He died from living.
That's how he died.

But my brother Falem,
he can read now.

He can both read and write.

I had a letter from him
only last year in America,

and he wrote
he had the greatest opportunity.

For when he was emigrating
on the boat,

he met up
with this English gentleman

who had all his wits
about him --

or at least he knew
his three R's.

And he taught them to Falem.

Oh, so now they're doing grand,

with an entire business
of their very own.

Now, if my daddy
could have read,

he'd hardly be facing
the sea now.

[ Laughs ]

I can't understand
half of what you say, Emily.

Well, what can't you follow?

Well, "facing the sea."

How can your dad be facing
the sea if he's dead?

In our village, we're always
buried standing up.

Standing up?

Why?

Well, why else?
'Tis a grand view.

[ Both laugh ]

Here.

Here you are, me loves, and
some of your favourite cakes.

Come on, now, you two.
You get tuck in.

My Jack's gonna be home
in half an hour, you know,

and he's gonna be wanting
his tea.

You know what a one he is for
leaving his smile at the gate.

I never noticed how late it was,

what with William
reading me the story.

Yeah.

Oh, look! You've gone
and let your tea get cold.

I'll get you
some more hot water.

No, honestly, Mrs. Fellows,
there's no need to bother.

We're quite happy.

Well, that's the main thing,
ain't it?

But I'll get you
some more water anyway.

You never know.

Come on, now, Emily.

We can't have
all that business again.

I can't send
all those blimming cakes

across to
your starving relatives.

It's you I'm taking out to tea.

Oh.

I should have said
we are the lucky ones.

Lucky?

What's lucky?

I do my job well.
I please Mrs. Van Groeben.

She likes the way I look.

Where's the luck in that?

The luck is it was you
she took from the orphanage.

The bad luck would have been
if she had not.

And the luck it was
that I got this job.

Was it herself
taught you all the reading?

No.
The orphanage.

Mind you, she's teached me
lots of other things,

things she thinks
I ought to know --

how to get on, how to behave.

She's a proper lady.

They say she thinks the world
of you.

I do my job.

She says I'll get on.

She's a good mistress.

Go on, Em.
Have a cake.

I'll have a cake
if you read me again.

- The last bit of the story.
- All right.

The bit
Where she pinches herself

to understand that it's real...

...that it won't melt away.

Oh, I'll not let you melt away.
I'll not.

[ Indistinct conversations,
hoofbeats ]

Oh, but I mean
the trouble with servants

is they don't know
their own minds.

I've tried to suggest things.

I'm sure they're duly grateful.

I mean, I said to my maid,
Smith, the other day,

"What do you actually do
on your day off?"

And do you know
what she told me, what she does?

She told me she sleeps.

The whole day.

I said, "Don't just sleep
your life away, Smith.

Do something constructive.

Read. Think."

"Oh," she says,
"I tried that, madam.

It wasn't no good.

I couldn't think of anything
to think about."

I mean to say.

She means to say.
She means to say what?

I was led to believe
that this committee was called

to give these girls some outlet

rather than turn them
into third-rate philosophers.

Lady Templeton, our aim today

is simply to finalize
the arrangements

for the servants' outing.

It seems to me that a month
tomorrow would be the best date.

The weather should be fine
by then,

and we won't clash
with Ascot week.

Is that generally agreeable?

Then, Prudence, you can finalize
the arrangements with the vicar

as to the use
of the church hall.

Splendid. Oh, it'll do them all
a world of good.

If it's of any interest,
I intend to hold a masked ball

during the season
in aid of our worthy cause.

The theme will be Versailles
before the Revolution.

I do hope you will all accept
my invitation to take tickets.

Tickets?
For the guillotine?

That's a splendid idea,
Mrs. Van Groeben.

How clever you are.

Oh, thank you, Lady Prudence.

Don't you agree, Marjorie?

LADY TEMPLETON: Aren't we
going to have any tea today?

Yes, at 4:00.

I shall have to give a ball this
year, too, for my worthy cause.

- what's that, Lady Prudence?
- My daughter, Agatha.

Shall we be expected to take
tickets for that, too?

You're not going to sell Agatha
in a raffle, are you?

It may be one's last resort.

I do hope that we're not
going to lose sight

of our original objective,

namely the welfare
of these girls.

Well, they can all come along
to Mrs. Van, uh...

Mrs. -- uh, pre-Revolution ball.

After all, someone will
have to clear up the mess.

All those decapitated trunks.

You sound
as though you disapprove

-of my idea, Lady Templeton.
- I do.

It might give the servants
ideas.

Marjorie, do ring for tea.
I've made myself feel quite ill.

[Whistle blows in distance]

[ Hoofbeats ]

Emily.

Emily.

That's hardly a name
for an Irish girl.

-'Tisn't my name, that's why.
- well, you're called Emily.

Oh, I am now,
but my real name is Aoibhinn.

But over here, they find it hard
to get their tongues 'round it.

- Even?
-[ Laughing ] No.

Aoibhinn.

She was a queen, you know.

Queen of Darren; Leath.

My dada had told me
she appeared to King Brian

the night before the great
battle, the Battle of Clontarf.

And didn't she tell him
the outcome of it all.

Well, I haven't heard
of a king called Brian.

She told him
that he would win the battle

but lose his own life.

She was a spirit of sorrow.

- was he an Irish king?
- He was.

Didn't know you had kings
in Ireland.

Ah, William, I'm sure
you hardly know a thing.

You never even knew
you were to meet me.

- Meet you?
- That it was destined.

Preordained.

Oh, I was always certain
of meeting you.

I saw you that day in the
kitchen, and I knew I knew you.

You're more to me than my love,
William.

You're my need, my very self.

Look, Emily, I mean --

William, everything I do,
I do for you.

Everything I have to do
in the house,

I imagine I do it for you.

Each floor that I scrub
and fire that I lay

and spoon that I polish
is yours.

Oh, I have you imagined all day.

If it wasn't
for Mrs. Van Groeben,

I'd run off with you tomorrow.

Ah, where would we run to?

The world is full
of running people.

Maybe you could get another job.

You can read and write,
and you're strong.

If she even knew
I was going out with you, Em.

Do you love me, William?

You know I do.

I think you're the prettiest
girl I've ever seen.

But do you have
a passion for me,

or do you just think I'm the
prettiest girl you've ever seen?

Yes.

I love you, Emily.

I have a passion, William.

Oh, a passion for you.

And I never thought I would ever
know anything as fine

as this passion I have for you.

There was nothing in my life
before you, William.

Really nothing.

And now it hurts me
because it's so fierce.

We'll be all right, Em.

I'll look after you.

How?

How will you do it?

What can we do, willy?
There's no place for us.

You're a sad little thing
sometimes, Emily.

Well, wouldn't you be?

I've nothing in this world
but you.

Mam is dying.

Falem is in America.

My other brother, Dermot,
he got killed in the Boer war,

and my dad is dead
this two years now.

So there's precious little
to be left in the slate.

Come on, now, Emily.

This is our day off.
We should be having fun.

But what'll I do
if she finds out?

Oh, what'll I do
if she takes you away from me?

I'd never let her do that, Em.
Never.

Can I put my arm 'round you?

Can I comfort you?

You mustn't get so upset.

Oh, William.

Can I kiss you?

Let me kiss you.
Please, Emily.

Oh, we shouldn't.

I want to kiss you, Emily.

Oh, no.

No, we shouldn't do it.
It's wrong.

Oh, but I've such a passion
for you.

[ Footsteps ]

Well, now.
Isn't that lovely?

Now, then, you two,
move along there.

Way past your bedtime.

Pub's closing in three minutes.

Move along.

EMILY: ♫ And every word
she dropped a tear ♫

♫ And every line
cried, "Willy, dear" ♫

♫ Oh, what a foolish girl
was I ♫

♫ to be led astray by a... ♫

♫ to be led astray by a... ♫

I mean, William,
you're only a boy.

You're still very young.

Now, I'm not angry with you,
so don't be afraid.

No, Mrs. Van Groeben.

What I have to tell you
is for your own good.

We have a saying in our country

that the first seedling
of spring

does not always lead
to the best tree, you see?

I mean, these things seem
terribly important at the time,

William, but most of them
don't even grow into saplings.

There are far more important
things at the moment.

Much more important things
than a kiss and a cuddle

with some little scullery maid.

I mean, William, you're
really going to be someone.

You really want to be someone,
don't you?

And people who are going to be
really someone

don't have to meddle
with little scullery maids.

Now, do they?

Come over here a minute.
Come closer to me.

That uniform of yours
looks quite worn.

- Yes, madam.
- Yes.

The sleeves, the cuffs
are quite frayed.

I think a brand-new uniform
would be the order of the day.

And as you're such a smart boy,

we'll have one made
specially for you.

Thank you, madam.

You can help me choose
the materials and the colour.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Very nice, madam.

And now that Harris
is getting on a bit

and he can't do
as much as he'd like to do,

I think the person
who's going to help him out more

and take on
more responsibilities

should have a really nice,
new uniform.

Don't you, William?

If you think so, madam.

[ Chuckles ]

Now, where were we?

Oh, yes.
That other business.

No, no.

I don't think there's any need

to talk about that anymore,
is there?

I mean, it doesn't really amount
to anything, now, does it?

No.
Nothing, madam.

It was only a bit of fun.

Emily is here, milady.

Oh, send her in,
will you, Hudson?

Very good, milady.

Come in, Emily.

Well, come over here.
I want to talk to you.

Emily, I understand
that you have become friendly

with a member
of Mrs. Van Groeben's staff,

her footman, William.

It's only fair to tell you

that Mrs. Van Groeben has
forbidden William to see you.

[ Hoofbeats ]

And I'm afraid
you must respect her wishes

and not try to see him anymore.

That will be all.

You can go now.

Emily, it's not usual for me

to concern myself
in matters such as this.

But you must understand --
Mrs. Van Groeben

will dismiss William
if he continues to see you.

A boy like that
with no references

would find things
very difficult.

Oh, you're both so young.

You've your whole lives
ahead of you.

Yes, milady.

It will pass, Emily,
this hurt you're feeling now.

Truly it will.

You'll learn to put it
out of your mind.

And when you marry, it will be
to someone you respect

and who'll be your companion.

A passion spends itself
very quickly.

Believe me.

You're very young.

You've all your life
ahead of you.

Nothing will ever be the same.

Well...Well, what do you want me
to write, Emily?

Oh, Mother of God,
I can never take in letters.

I have no mind
for the written word, Rose.

Put. .."William."

"Dear William."

It has to be "Dear William"
in a letter.

"Dear William.

I am lost without..."

Oh, I can't think, Rose.
There's nothing in my head.

[Sighs]

"Dear William.

We have been forbidden
to see each other,

but I still love you
and think of you every day."

How about that, Em?
That's a good start.

"If you love me..."

No, Rose.
Just write these words.

"You are all that's left
on the slate.

Say you love me.

Aoibhinn."

What's that?
Is that your name?

How do you spell it?

I don't know.

You better put "Emily" so...

I just want to know he's there.

♫ She went upstairs
to go to bed ♫

♫ And calling to her mama said ♫

♫ "Give me a chair
till I sit down ♫

♫ "Give me a chair
till I sit down ♫

♫ And a pen and ink..." ♫

He won't turn up now, you know.

They never do.

They're all the same.

Every man jack of them.
[ Chuckles ]

Did you think your William
was gonna be any different?

Oh, no, girl,
don't wipe 'round the legs.

Move the things proper.

I don't know.

Your work seems to be getting
worse and worse every day.

Not that it was ever much
to write home about.

Now you've missed a bit there,
by the table leg.

A bit of grease.

There!
Right under your nose.

Oh, dear.

Mr. Harris was telling me
one or two things

about young Master William.

Oh.

Proper little household pet
it is, it seems.

[ Chuckling ]
That's for sure.

Mrs. Van Groeben,
she buys all his clothes

and dresses him up
all by herself.

Oh.
Unhealthy, I calls it.

Unhealthy.

Oh, get on with your scrubbing,
Emily.

You've still got
all that washing up to do.

[ Hoofbeats ]

Still no sign of your fancy boy?

Oh.

They're all the same,
every man jack of them.

They're only wanting one thing.

They're wanting to tamper
with you.

That's what they're
wanting to do.

But you wasn't gonna be
like that, was you, Emily?

You was going to get married
and live happily ever after.

But where was you going to go,
Emily?

Employers don't like it,
you know,

when their servants
want to get married.

And with no references.

Who's going to take a girl
who can't do nothing right?

Nothing!

There's a girl here,
not long back,

rushed off to get married,
and they were so poor --

Are you listening to me, Emily?

They were so poor
she had to sell her hair.

Yes, that's right --
the very hair of her head.

And how much
do you think she got for it?

Eight shillings and sixpence.

Eight shillings and sixpence for
a lovely head of golden hair!

Oh, but you wouldn't do
a foolish thing like that, now,

would you, Emily?

I mean to say,
he's not worth it.

And from all I can hear
from Mr. Harris,

that boy's more interested

in what Mrs. Van Groeben
has to offer.

[ Sobbing ]

MRS. BRIDGES:
Emily!

There, Emily.
What's the matter with you?

[Crying] Nothing.
Nothing, Rose, nothing.

Have you been getting at her
again, Mrs. Bridges?

I was only telling her
a few facts of life, Rose.

Leave me be, that's all.
Just leave me be.

Emily.

Emily, child, I'm sorry.
I only --

Leave me be.

Have you still heard nothing?

I only wanted to help.

I only wanted to help her.

I'm sure.

[ Hoofbeats ]

Nothing, eh?

Well, look.
Cheer up.

You might even see him
at the picnic tomorrow.

Rose, it is!

It is, Rose.
It's the coach.

It is, honestly!
William!

Oh, William!

Oh, and would you look
at his gorgeous new uniform?

Here. Don't let him catch you
gawping at him, girl.

Bring it in here, lad.

Well, what's all this, then?
It's not my birthday.

Something for the outing
tomorrow.

- Oh, good.
- MRS. BRIDGES: Come here.

- Put it down here.
- Yes. Let's see.

Mrs. Van Groeben
had it made up specially.

EDWARD:
Oh, look at that!

ROSE:
Oh, look. Lovely.

Sandwiches.
Big red apples.

EDWARD: Rose, we'll be carrying
you home as usual.

MRS. BRIDGES:
These sandwiches are stale.

We've got to take
the hamper back.

I'll take it out
to the carriage.

EDWARD:
Look at this, Mrs. B.

[ Indistinct conversation]

No point in rushing out there,
lass.

Oh, I was --

No point at all.

Oh, Mr. Harris, please, sir.

He's got a lot
of big responsibilities, lass.

He's taken a lot on himself.

If you pardon me, sir, I do want
to speak to him awful bad.

Now, listen to me, child.

[Sighs]

He's -- He's no time anymore.

No time at all.

He said he hadn't even got time
to read this.

So under circumstances,

he reckoned it'd be fairer
for thee to have it back.

It's my letter.

It's unopened.

Oh, he's big responsibilities,
lass.

He's not given time.

Ah, now, think on tomorrow.

You'll have a grand day
tomorrow.

Think on that.

I am.

♫ And every word
she dropped a tear ♫

♫ And every line cried,
"Willy dear" ♫

♫ Oh, what a foolish girl
was I ♫

♫ To be led astray
by a butcher boy ♫

[ indistinct conversation
in distance ]

Now, listen,
if I use these ribbons

and there's a couple of flowers
over here, put them on my hat,

you won't know the difference
between me and Lady Scott.

What do you think, Mrs. Bridges?

Oh, it'll suit you a treat,
Rose.

You'll be the belle
of the picnic, all right.

Why don't you change your mind
and come, Mrs. Bridges?

No.

I'm too old to go larking about
in the woods.

Besides, I've got a lot of work
to do clearing up after Emily.

Oh, go on, Mrs. B.
You come along, too.

You'd have a topping time.

I've no doubt
you'll enjoy yourself, Edward.

- You with all them females.
-[ Laughs ]

Our Edward's going to have a bit
of competition this time,

'cause there's Taylor, the
fancy boy from Lady Templeton's,

and Henry from Lady Prudence.

- He's a one, I can tell you.
- Go on, then!

I'll be a girl.
I might even fancy Henry.

Please, Edward.

He'd never know the difference.

Oh, you.
Edward!

- Give me back my hat.
- You come and get it.

You little...

Please, Edward, give it back.

Shh.
I'm hiding from Rose.

ROSE:
You can't take my only one.

Thinking about tomorrow, eh, Em?

Ha.
Well, here you are, then.

You wear that. You'll look
even lovelier in that.

Well, you've got to look
your best, you know.

It's a big day in a girl's life.
[ Laughs ]

[ Sobbing ]

♫ what shall I do? ♫

♫ what shall I do? ♫

♫ I want to go to Birmingham ♫

♫ Then take me on to Crewe ♫

♫ Take me back to London
just as quickly as you can ♫

♫ Oh, Mr. Porter,
what a silly girl I am ♫

♫ Oh, Mr. Porter,
what shall I do? ♫

♫ I want to go to Birmingham ♫

♫ Then take me on to Crewe ♫

♫ Take me back to London
quickly as you can ♫

♫ Oh, Mr. Porter,
what a silly girl I am ♫

-on.
- HUDSON: Right, then.

Take that out to the omnibus,
Edward, and look sharp.

Time you were off.

Emily's saving me a place
on top of the bus.

Emily?
She's not on the bus yet.

Well, where is she, then?

Oh, go and find her quickly,
Rose.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

♫ ...quickly as you can ♫

♫ Oh, Mr. Porter,
what a silly girl I am ♫

[ indistinct conversations,
laughter]

Oh, I better go out to the bus
and pacify them.

We could not have planned it
better.

God has certainly smiled on us
to give us such a perfect day.

They sound so happy and excited.

Like children going
to the seaside.

I'm only afraid
they'll enjoy it too much.

My constitution couldn't stand
a regular nature ramble.

[ Laughs ]

Won't it be fun to see their
faces when we serve them tea?

I suppose it'll do us all
a bit of good, don't you think?

Hudson will let us know
when they're ready to leave.

Emily.

[ Gasps ]

Emily.

Oh, my God.
Emily.

[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter]

[indistinct singing]

[ Indistinct conversation,
laughter]

♫ A-dilly, a-dally,
a-dally and a-dilly ♫

[Horns blowing,
indistinct conversation]

Edward.
Edward, we can't go.

Somethings happened to Emily.

Come on.

What a time it takes to get

a handful of servants and
picnic hampers into an omnibus.

Anyone would think they were
packing for the North Pole.

I'm sure they'll be ready
to leave soon.

Ah. At last.

♫ Give me your answer, do ♫

♫ I'm half crazy
all for the love of you ♫

May I speak to you privately,
milady?

Yes, Hudson.
Would you excuse me?

♫ I can't afford a carriage ♫

♫ But you'll look sweet
upon the seat ♫

♫ Of a bicycle made for two ♫

[ Laughter]

I expect they've dropped all the
lemonade all over the pavement,

the silly creatures.

♫ ...of you ♫

♫ It won't be
a stylish marriage ♫

I think perhaps you'd better go
on with the picnic without us.

What has happened?

It's our kitchen maid.
She's...

She's had an accident.

Oh, shame.

Hudson has gone out to explain
to the other servants.

I'm so sorry.

All right.
Off you go.

♫ Daisy, Daisy ♫

♫ Give me your answer, do ♫

♫ I'm half crazy
all for the love of you ♫

♫ It won't be
a stylish marriage... ♫

Right there.

Excuse me, Mr. Hudson.

What did the sergeant say,
Mr. Hudson?

What's going to happen to her?

- Up your end, Mr. Lowe.
- Down your end.

- Poor Emily.
- No disrespect intended, miss.

It's all been taken care of.

- Awkward, these little rooms.
- That's right.

MAN:
Righto, Mr. Lowe.

All right.

[Both grunting]

Take it easy, Mr. Lowe.

Easy, now.
That's it.

Steady, now.

There.

Right.

Mr. Hudson,

I wonder, would you mind taking
a peep out of that window,

see whether or no
our van has returned?

If you would be so kind.

[Sighs]

- Be so kind.
- Yes.

[Clears throat]

I'm afraid not.

Oh, dear.

Would there be any objection

if we was to wait in there
for a bit?

It isn't the time to be seen
in the street.

Not under such delicate
circumstances.

- Quite.
- Please. This way.

Thank you.
Righto.

To you, Mr. Lowe.
That's it. Steady.

In you go.

That's right.

Oh, yes.

Just bung her on the table.

Here.

Moving up-

[Grunts]

Right.

[Exhales deeply]

Whew.

[Exhales deeply]

Would you care for a cup of tea
while you're waiting?

Oh.
Most kind.

MR. LOWE:
Most kind.

Rose.

MRS. BRIDGES:
[ Sobbing ]

Poor child.

And me with never a kind word
for her.

Don't take on so, Mrs. Bridges.

She thought the world of you.

Did she?

She had precious little
cause to.

Oh, God forgive me.

I could have helped her.

I could have done something.

[Sobs]

Oh, thank you.

MRS. BRIDGES:
Oh, God, no.

[ Sobs ]
No.

Nice cup of tea.

Very nice.

She was Catholic, you know.

- Ah.
- In mortal sin, eh?

God will forgive her.

Where will they bury her?

Not in consecrated ground,
Mr. Hudson.

No, no.
Of course not.

Well, after the autopsy
at the morgue,

the doctors will decide,
when they're done with her.

Doctors?

Well, they like to think
she'll be benefiting mankind.

Medical research, you see.

They prefers them
young and healthy.

May the Lord have mercy
on her soul.

[ Hoofbeats ]

She had so few things.

But they were hers, after all.

EMILY: ♫ He went upstairs,
and the door he broke ♫

♫ He found her hanging
from a rope ♫

♫ He took his knife
and he cut her down ♫

♫ And in her pocket,
these words he found ♫

♫ "Oh, make my grave
large, wide, and deep ♫

♫ Put a marble stone
near me head and feet ♫

♫ And in the middle
a turtledove ♫

♫ That the world may know
I died from love" ♫

[ Hoofbeats ]

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