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I'll have you a minute.

Yes, dear.

I was just wondering,

have you by any chance lost a four penny piece?

Where did you find it?

Just outside in the gutter.

It's yours, then.

Finders keep us.

Thank you.

Did you want to buy something?

Any bands please?

Four bands.

Right, you are, dear.

Oh, I said four. You put in six.

Did I?

I can't open, so I did.

Oh, I never was much good at a rhythm of technique.

I can only afford four.

That's all I've got, you see.

Oh, I can't be bothered to put the other two back.

It's a waste of energy.

You can have six for four pence.

That is if you can find a use for them.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Would you like a band?

Nice and hot.

What do I have to do?

Nothing. Just eat it.

Here's four more.

It's ridiculous, John, a wild goose chase.

Sennie, you're all the way to Moscow on such tenuous evidence.

Mr. Carrot's book's clutching at straws.

Of course he is, my dear.

But can you blame him? He's a desperate man.

I still don't understand why he hasn't been able to find this little girl.

There must have been letters from the school.

No.

The colonel who organised the sale of Captain Cruz's effects had all these papers destroyed.

The Indian woman who looked out to Sarah simply vanished with her trace.

What made you think he sent it to school in Paris?

Because her mother was a French woman.

Mr. Carrot said that the last time he saw her father,

he told him that he was taking his daughter on a tour of Europe

before dropping her off at boarding school.

Europe, not England.

That's why I employed a French Enquiry agent.

Your carriage is waiting, sir.

Oh, yeah! I told you, dear.

He's trying to figure out how to come back.

Will Moscow be covered with a snowfall path?

Will you drive in a droschky?

Probably. Probably.

Shall you meet the czar?

Shall you ask him to help me look for the little girl?

Well, I will not be the czar. I will have more important things to do.

Will you send us pretty picture purse cards?

Of the Cathedral Square?

And I've been the terrible person.

And the Great Pregnant Palace.

I will send you cards the very second.

I arrive now. I'm back in.

You all catch a car.

OK, I love you.

Bye, bye!

Bye, bye!

Bye, bye!

Bye, bye!

Can't let us have it just driven away.

May God give me.

Did his children come out to see him off?

Yes, I.

You promised to ask them to visit me.

I didn't suppose he ever will.

Did it suffer only inve

it appear to be very low today?

Yes.

I'm talking of spirits.

No, Sahib.

What do you mean no?

You're my servant.

You're dear as you're told.

No spirits.

By order of the physician.

I could dismiss you, you know.

What other servant would put up with your moods?

Your depressions.

Am I so impossible to live with?

Totally impossible, Sahib.

And today?

More than usual.

That's because I feel guilty.

Sending Carmichael off to Moscow.

There is a person but with Gita.

A Krishna in his sermon to Arjuna

advises that when the goal is worthy,

action is always better than inaction.

Even if the consequences of such action are to be regretted.

You made that up.

Yes, Sahib.

You're an old fraud, Remdes.

But I don't know what I do without you.

Ah.

There is the little sinner.

There is the little servant girl.

The one who lives in the attic.

What's she doing?

Returning from the shops with baskets that are too heavy for her.

They seem to work very hard.

And she is not used to it.

Of that, I am sure.

She has not been a servant all her life.

If only we could do something to help her.

Are you sure about this, love?

I don't want to get you into trouble.

Trouble?

Have her a couple of meat pies.

Don't be daft, Bert.

Well, suppose your mistress finds out.

She won't.

Charlie ever comes down here.

She did a monthly infantry a week ago.

Go on.

Get stuck in time.

Well, don't blame me if she hands you over to the law.

I wouldn't mind.

Oh, it wouldn't be.

I'd be in the next cell, Charlie, the receiving stolen goods.

I might have to turn Queen's evidence.

You couldn't turn Queen's evidence if we was married.

Now, look, don't start that again.

I've already told you.

I can't think about marriage till I get my sergeant's stripe.

How long will that be?

Ten years?

Twenty?

Maybe next year?

Maybe never.

Look, I'm going to get you.

Maybe next year?

Maybe never.

Look, love, we've just got to be patient, right?

To lack enough thought to keep you in style.

Look, we don't have to wait.

I've got some money put point.

I can carry on working.

I'm not having my wife going out to work.

After we're wed, the only cooking you'll be doing is for me.

Motor goon.

Let's make sure this time.

We're all carried, got stuck in the mud, did it?

Worth a change.

Miss All?

What'd you do?

I yourself another diamond mark.

I wrote down how much everything I can.

You can see for yourself.

All right.

You can knock off, now.

Got to then books of yours.

Can I just have something to eat?

There's some bread in the lard.

Bread?

What I've had nothing but bread for yesterday.

I'm not cooking up in the especially for you.

If you're too iron-market to eat with the rest of us, you can go without.

My heart!

Yes, darlin'?

Did you see the little girl who was not a beggar?

She was standing on the pavement when papa left.

Watching us.

As if.

As if what?

As if there were a pain of blast between us.

And she was on the outside, looking in.

She probably has no family of her own poor child.

Like the little girl papa has gone to look for.

Yes!

Why should she be in Russia?

Because that's where her foster parents live.

Well, she's an English girl.

Your foster parents are Russian.

And papa believes they took her back to Moscow.

Some parts?

Yes, she was at school in Paris.

Why couldn't she keep you in school in England?

I don't know, ask Mr. Callisford.

Hello, Sarah. I've lost some books.

Books?

Books?

I feel a bit faint, that's all.

You better sit down.

You do look tired these days.

So pale and thin.

I know.

It's all this rich prison food, cakes, and triples and jelly.

What?

Nothing.

Have a look at these books.

Carlisle's French Revolution.

I've been wanting to read that.

Where did you get them?

The past sentence to me.

And the trouble is, you'd have expected me to have read them by the summer.

So I was wondering if you could read the written in.

Tell me what they're about.

Don't you think you ought to read them yourself?

I could never get through all that.

And you make history sound so exciting.

I'd much rather hear about it from you.

All right. Thank you.

Missing? Meat pies? They're just vanish into pin air.

How can they be missing?

Don't know, Mom.

Well, when did you last?

See them.

Last night.

There was definitely no other last night.

But last night.

Then someone has to take them off.

Yes, Mom.

Have a good night to turn you over to the police.

What a dream, I'm honest. I never touched it meat pie.

Don't tell falsehoods.

Folks, she'd miss other things from the lardery.

You ought to go to prison.

I never took nothing.

Name which you've meant me to bend back no supper.

Please, Mom, you can't believe me.

It's your use for backup.

Your infomate has been discovered.

I've got your own point.

Thank you.

Crawl.

I told this I'd pop up with a gun.

You stole those meat pies for that policeman of hers.

I saw him eating them.

Can't you say anything?

Gorga would never believe me.

It's so unfair.

Making you so hungry sometimes she'd crust out of the ashbell.

She'd never dream of stealing anything.

Sarah.

Are you ever hungry?

Oh my God.

What?

I'm never not hungry.

I'm so hungry now.

I could eat you.

I bet you get less food than I do.

I'm so stupid of me.

We should've known.

I didn't want you to know.

We thought of me as a beggar girl.

We couldn't stay friendly.

Nobody could think of you as a beggar girl.

You're wrong.

A little boy gave me the sixpence.

Because he thought I was in need of charity.

I know.

One of my aunts sent me a hamper of food yesterday.

I'll bring it up tonight while everyone's asleep.

I won't have a banquet.

Can't be invite the prisoner in the next cell.

Of course.

Hello.

Hello, young master.

I'm Donald Carmine.

I'm a young master.

I'm a young master.

I'm not a young master.

I'm a young master.

Hello, young master.

I'm Donald Carmine.

Ah.

The son of Carmine.

Sayib.

Yes.

I'd like to see Mr. Carrisford.

I am sorry.

He's very ill.

I've come to cheer him up.

Little girl's father, the friend of Sir.

The friend who did him a great role.

And I want to make it up to him.

What sort of wrong, Sir?

Well, this friend persuaded her father to give him all of his money to put into a diamond line.

And then the father died, believing that he'd lost it all.

And that the friend was really a thief.

But he wasn't really a thief.

No, no, the mind really did have diamonds in it.

But he found out only after the father had died.

So he never had a chance to prove that he really wasn't a true friend.

Poor man.

Yes.

Poor ritual.

What I don't understand is why an English girl should go to school in France.

Because her mother was French.

But the par said she was dead.

So how far the might have sent it to England, might be?

Europe.

He said Europe.

England's in Europe.

You know there's a school next to your house?

She might even be there.

There's a girl who walks that school.

Who's home, girl?

Yes.

Ram Das has talked to him.

What does she think the one I'm looking for?

No, I'm afraid not.

No headmistress would ever allow a captain's daughter to become a servant.

I don't believe Rebecca stole those neat pies.

And all else you think it was?

Well, I have no proof.

I hate casting a space for you to come out.

Oh, come out.

This is not a court of law.

Who is it you suspect?

Cook.

Cook.

I've noticed that whenever her policeman calls something disappears from the latter,

and he was here earlier today.

Come on, Erson, did you say something before?

Well, I didn't think it was all that important.

Not important.

I suppose if you found out who was feeding off the population of London,

you wouldn't consider that important.

I thought that would be the only one man and he doesn't have to all that off.

Well, as you say, we have no proof that I don't intend to upset Cook

by making unfounded allegations.

She made unfounded allegations against Rebecca.

Very well.

I shall withdraw them.

I just hope your faith in her is not misplaced.

Right.

It's time to set the table.

Set the table, please.

Oh, we've golden plates, of course.

A proper banquet always has golden plates.

And all them carefully, Becky.

They're extremely valuable.

If you break one of the King and Queen, it'll be very crumbs.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

That's not one of the King and Queen.

It'll be very crumbs.

Right, Miss.

Now we need to go on under fresh flowers from the palace garden

and bring that crystal bars from the wash dad.

It'll do as a centerpiece.

You mean these?

Really, Becky?

Can't you tell the difference between the crystal bars

and a silver flag and encrustable precious jewels?

Yes, that's it.

But as this is a very special banquet, you better bring them both.

There, there's only one thing missing.

The food.

The food is not our responsibility.

It's being prepared by the war chef down in the kitchen.

No.

A banquet is not a banquet without damask napkins

embroidered by Spanish nuns.

As it happens, I have just three left.

Lovely.

Love to take them ages to embroider these.

Five years each.

That's why they're so expensive.

But in this palace, we don't worry about the expense.

Palace, Miss.

I thought it was a sale.

Oh, not a night, Becky.

Just a night.

It's a huge banqueting hall.

See the high-bolted roof and the minstrels gallery.

The log pad blazing in open grate.

The same torches casting shadows over the long open dining hall.

You can't have cheap napkins at a place like this.

No, I suppose not.

But you know what I'll wish.

What?

I'll wish the role chef again move on.

Daddy.

Jesse....

Oh!

I'm a goat digging a hamper and I bet I know where I've owned a seren.

Yes.

I'm so travelable.

Unbelieving.

Do you really think you want to?

You were glad to say that, didn't you?

She'll be thrown that in the gutter.

Where she belongs.

You really hate her.

That march.

I hate anybody who pretends to be what she isn't.

She still walks around with her nose in the air.

As if she's too good for the rest of us.

Well, it's going to be in the air much longer.

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Welcome, lots of shit.

And what have we on the menu tonight, pray?

A suckling pig.

A horture venison.

Or mayhem.

A surferd of lamb.

Oh, what?

She's the right corpse of it.

It's your goshos.

Oh, I just love it when she talks like that.

This sublank to you, we see, Miss.

For a voting roof, and Spanish napkin.

And a blazing fire.

Blazing fire.

I can pretend the rest of it.

But I don't think I can pretend that.

It's absolutely freezing.

We could have a real one, I suppose.

It'll only be a short one, Miss.

But when it's gone out, I can pretend

it's still there.

There.

Oh, Sarah, you are clever.

You can always make something out of nothing.

When you have nothing, it's all you can do.

And now, fair damsals, let us commence.

I'm not a dancel.

I'm a royal chef.

Nonsense.

You're the Princess Ermengard of Atwarding.

And this is Rebecca, one to Sunkastina.

I bid you both welcome to the palace of my noble father, the king.

It was a broader present on a crusade.

But has commanded me to provide you with this sub just beast.

Gold bless you, I mean, you're a real tough.

What ho, there, minstrels?

Strike up the vials and pursuits.

Make their afters ring with music, and pray you honor guests.

Viggym.

Mrs., you fatter them.

Oh, no, I'm in for a minute, kitchen now.

What is the meaning of this?

It's my purpose, Minchin.

My answer to your humble of food, you see.

So I suggested...

We'll suggest it nothing, Ermengard.

You're far too stupid.

I know who suggestion this was.

Both only having a party.

Silence!

You will leave my service at the end of the month.

I've got your room.

Are these the books your father sent you, Ermengard?

Yes, Miss Minchin. I lent them.

I wonder what he'd say if he knew you left them in this filthy attic.

Click them away and go to bed.

I shall write to your father in the morning informing him of your misconduct.

As for you, Sarah.

Don't look at me like that.

Like what, Ma?

As if I were the one who'd committed the crime.

What have you to say for yourself?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Not even an apology.

I apologise for getting back in Ermengard into trouble.

It's your own behaviour you should be apologising for, you insolent giant,

for replaying my generosity with the London disappearance!

Stay in your room tomorrow and you will have no supper and no dinner.

And unless you feel some remorse, I shall throw you out in a suit.

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