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MISS ROBERTS: Oh, I don't know
how I'm going to match

this blessed button
for her ladyship's blouse.

Mr. Hudson,
your eyes are better than mine.

MR. HUDSON:
Oh, let's have a look.

Eh...

I think that's about as near
as you'll get it, Miss Roberts.

Oh, yes. That's much better.
Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

You'd make a good lady's maid
for somebody, Mr. Hudson.

Oh, away with you, Mrs. Bridges.

I just hope Rose is looking
after her ladyship properly

at Southwold.

And why shouldn't she?

I mean, a lady's maid
is a lady's maid,

and a housemaid is a housemaid.

Well, she looked after
Miss Elizabeth, after all.

And it's only for this once,
Miss Roberts,

so that Rose can see something
of her family.

- Emily -- Mary!
- As long as that's clear.

MARY: Coming.
Yes, Mr. Hudson?

- Have you finished the bedrooms?
- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Well, that's a good girl.

Now pop upstairs
to the morning room

-and light the fire, will you?
- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

And quietly, Mary.

The master's not to be disturbed
while he's working on his book.

Very well, Mr. Hudson.

That girl hasn't smiled once
since she come here.

Oh, takes a wee bit of time

settling into a new place,
Mrs. Bridges.

Three months isn't that long.

She looks peaky to me.
Unhealthy.

Perhaps Edward's
been bothering her.

He wants to keep his hands
to himself, Edward does.

He wants a damn good hiding,
he does.

HUDSON:
[ Chuckles ]

Hello, hello, hello.

Oh, leave off, can't you?

- well, it's just a bit of fun.
- who for?

Well, no need to get humphy.

MRS. BRIDGES:
Well? How's it coming along?

EMILY: I can't seem to get
the lumps out.

MRS. BRIDGES:
Well, work it.

Crumble it.

No, no.

Not like that, child.

Like this.

- Oh.
- It's all in the hands, you see.

It's no good
picking and poking at it.

If you haven't got the hands
for it,

your pastry's always
gonna turn out like lead.

Still working
his blooming old book, is he?

Yes.

And he said to say he'll be
dining out at his club tonight.

I don't want to know
about dinner.

I want to know about lunch.

Oh, give us a chance.

- He's working on.
- Oh.

He'll want something light,
then.

That's it.
That's his very words.

I'm to take it up to him
on a tray.

I must say it's a pleasure
to have him here on his own

for once in a while.

And he's no trouble,
especially when he's busy.

Crumble it, girl, crumble it.

MARY: [Sniffles]

-[ Sniffles ]
RICHARD: You got a cold?

No, sir.

RICHARD: Treacherous weather
this time of the year.

Sure you haven't got a chill?

Quite sure.
Thank you, sir.

[ Sniffles ]

What's the matter?

Nothing, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

[Rings]

Mr. Hudson.

I thought it was too quiet
to last.

MRS. BRIDGES:
No peace for the wicked.

Oh, have you done the fire,
Mary?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.
- That's a good girl.

You didn't disturb him, I hope.

- There we are.
-[ Gasps ]

All your own work.

You did the decorating.

That's half the battle
with food -- the look of it.

Remember that.

Mm.
You did the bulk of it.

Now, we won't tell anybody.

Just pop it in the oven,

and we'll see
who knows the difference.

Oh, they'll know.

I mean, it stands to reason.

It isn't anybody can make pastry
half as good as yours.

If you're going to be a cook,

there's something else
you'll need to know.

What's that?

Modesty don't get you nowhere.

- You rang, sir.
- Yes, Hudson.

What's the matter
with that housemaid?

Mary, sir?

She was crying.

- In here, sir?
- Just now.

Oh, I'm very sorry, sir.

I'll see that it doesn't occur
again.

I'm not complaining. I just
wonder whether she was ill.

Not that I know of, sir.

Does she get on all right
with the other servants?

Well enough, sir.

Nothing wrong at home, is there?

I understand
she's an orphan, sir.

Well, it can't be that, then.

What's she got
to be unhappy about?

I couldn't really say, sir.

Make it your business
to find out, will you, Hudson?

We ought to keep the staff
reasonably cheerful.

I'll certainly speak to her,
sir.

I'm sorry this has happened.

How long will it be now,
Mrs. Bridges?

MRS. BRIDGES:
About an hour.

Now you get on
peeling the potatoes

and washing the cauliflower.

[ Laughs ]

Can't have steak-and-kidney pie
Without tatties and cauliflower.

Do you reckon I'll make a pastry
cook one day, Mrs. Bridges?

You may do.

If you remember
what I've shown you.

And behave yourself!

Oh, I will.

Put that down, Mary.
I want a word with you.

Follow me.

[ Door opens ]

Close the door, Mary.

And sit down here.

Now...

is that right what the master
has just been telling me?

What about?

You crying up there
in the morning room.

Oh, I couldn't help myself,
Mr. Hudson.

It just come over me.

The master was quite concerned,
you know.

I didn't mean to.

Now, we can't have any of that,
Mary.

It won't happen again.

You're not unhappy here,
are you?

No.

That young Edward hasn't been
pestering you, has he?

Not so you'd notice.

Oh, maybe you caught the rough
edge of Mrs. Bridges' tongue.

You mustn't mind about that.

She always gets
a wee bit aerated

when she hasn't got enough
to do.

Oh, she's been very civil to me.

Are you going to tell me
what it's all about, then?

- I can't.
- I don't shock easily, you know.

- Honest, I can't.
- Oh, you'd be surprised

the things that I've heard
on this job.

Oh, i-it's got nothing to do
with here.

Well, that cuts both ways, Mary.

We've all got our troubles.

How we deal with them,
that's our own affair.

But the way of it is, when
we step over that threshold,

we leave all that behind us.

- Now, is that understood?
- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

I will not have the master
worried, you understand?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.
Right, then.

No more of that snivelling and
drawing attention to yourself,

or there'll be trouble.

Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

Off you go, Mary-

Mr. Hudson.

Mrs. Bridges says we'll be
eating in less than an hour.

Yes.
All right, Emily.

There's a surprise
for our dinner today.

Oh?
What's that?

I can't tell you.

I think you're all in this
together.

[ Door opens ]

[Clock chiming, hoofbeats]

[ Footsteps ]

Who's that?

Come here.

Mary?

What on earth
do you think you're doing?

I was just going out, sir.

At this time of night?

You had Hudson's permission?

Well?

No, sir.

You know you're not allowed
to come and go as you please.

It's not good enough.
Come on. Up you go at once.

I'll speak to Hudson.

I imagine he'll have something
to say to you in the morning.

[ Sobs ]

Oh, now, stop that.

Here.
Come here.

Come along.

Go and sit down.

[Crying continues]

Here.
Drink this.

Come on. Come on.
Drink it up.

Now, try and pull yourself
together.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Now, for heaven's sake,
stop apologizing.

Now, then.

What's this all about?

I can't tell you, sir.

If I did,
you'd only give me the sack.

Well, I shall if you don't.

Tears and tantrums

and creeping out of the house
Without permission.

Exactly what's going on?

-L...
- well'.7

I'm going to have a baby, sir.

Oh.

I'm sorry, sir.

Well, it's a bit late
for that now, isn't it?

You're sure?

Yes, sir.

How far has it gone?

Three months, sir.

Before or after you came here?

Before.
Just before.

Well, that's something, anyway.

Who is the father?

I can't say, sir.

- Can't or won't?
- How do you mean?

Well, you must know
who's responsible, or...

I'm not like that.

Hm.

It was only the once.

And you only have to slip up
the once, sir.

- Is he a married man?
- No, sir.

Well, then what's your problem?
Don't you love him?

I don't even like him.

Well, it's a bit late for that.

Now there's a baby on the way.

You can't stay here, of course.

No, sir.

You'll have to marry him.

If I could stomach him,
which I can't.

He'll never marry me.

Have you asked him?

He wouldn't.
I just know.

Well, he'll have to provide
for you and the child at least.

Not him.

Have you told him
you're expecting?

What's the point?

He wouldn't own it.

He'd laugh, as like as not.
That's all he'd do.

Mm.

Where were you going, then?

To -- To see this woman.

Which woman?

Well, she'll fix you up.

Only you've got to pay.

Well, I've been saving.

Y-You mean you were going
to an -- an abortionist?

What else can I do?

Well, quite apart
from the risk to yourself,

I think you have to
try and remember

you'd be taking away a life.

Do you think I don't know that?

What am I supposed to do?

I'm a servant.

Who's gonna let a servant have
a child and bring it up her own?

Would you?

Course not.

Soon as I told you,
you said I'd have to go.

Do you think
I haven't seen it happen?

What am I supposed to do?

Stop on till I'm sacked
Without a reference

and then go off and have it
in a ditch

so the two of us
can starve to death?

But, Mary, d-do you realize
what you're planning is murder?

There's murder and murder.
At least this way is short.

Mary, it's a crime.

And the penalties
are very severe.

I can't help that.

It's a risk I've got to take.

Do you want to lose
your own child?

No, of course I don't.

Well, then you mustn't.

- That's all very --
- Mary, supposing it went wrong.

It could, you know.

Then later on,
when you want to get married

and you badly want a child,
you'll find you can't have one.

Or if you never get married.

To know that you'd killed
your only child.

How do you think you'd feel
about that?

You'd never forgive yourself.

But I'm talking about now.

How am I gonna manage now?

Well, we'll -- we'll have to
think of something.

- what?
- I'll think of something.

You can't.

It's going to be difficult.

It will take a bit of time,
but...

I promise you I'll find a way.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Mary, you run along to bed now,

and we'll work out something
together in the morning.

Oh, I don't know
how to thank you, sir.

Yes. well, you'll go and get
a good night's sleep now.

Oh, I'll not breath a word
to anyone.

Yes, that's the idea.

Oh, God bless you, sir.

Now, Mary, there is one thing
you can do for me.

Oh, anything, sir.

No more tears, eh?

Come along.

I...

I heard a noise, sir.

Oh, Mary was going out to see
a friend.

I told her it's far too late
for that sort of thing.

After all, we all have to work
in the morning.

Off you go.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Miss Roberts did no more
than her duty

in acquainting me
with last night's incident.

You just be thankful, my girl,

that the master has chosen
to overlook it.

If he hadn't,
you'd be out on your ear by now.

I was only gonna pop out
and see a friend.

I am not interested
in what you were intending.

- You know the rules, do you not?
- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Well, they're made for keeping.

I'll not have them broken and
bent to suit your convenience.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

I've got much more important
things to do

than be bothered about
under-house parlourrnaids

Who'll not behave themselves.

This is the second time I've had
occasion to speak to you.

- Do you realize that, Mary?
- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- There won't be a third.
Right, then.

If the master doesn't want to
make an issue of it,

we'll leave it at that this once
and say no more.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Hudson.
- Get on with you now.

See to the fire
in the morning room.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

And, Mary, mind what I say.

It's your last chance.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Off you go now.

[Door opens, closes]

Good morning, sir.

Mm?

Oh, good morning.

May I see to the fire, sir?

By all means.

Um...

did Roberts make capital
out of last night?

Beg your pardon, sir?

Did she say anything?

Oh, yes.

- She told Mr. Hudson.
- And?

He ticked me off
good and proper.

It's all right, though.

I said I was going to go out
and see a friend, like you said.

Good.

I suppose
you haven't had a chance

to think of anything, sir?

- I'm afraid not, Mary.
- Oh.

It's not something
I can settle overnight.

I do need a bit of time.

- Yes, Edward?
- Your coffee, sir.

Oh, yes.
Thank you.

- Shall I pour it, sir?
- Yes. Yes, would you?

And Mrs. Bridges wants to know

what meals you'll be having in
today, sir.

Well, I shall be out
to luncheon.

Oh, Mary, don't bother
to light the fire now.

And home to dine.

Right you are, sir.
I'll tell her.

Thank you, Edward.

Oh, Mary.

What is your half day this week?

Today, sir.

We'd better have a little talk
this afternoon.

Out to lunch,
in to dinner tonight.

Oh, I wish
he'd make up his mind.

A person doesn't know
Where they are.

Chop and change,
chop and change.

Oh, cripes!

Now what have you done?

I thought I told you to put that
in the oven 20 minutes ago.

Oh, I'm ever so sorry.

Can't you do nothing right?

I forgot.

I don't know.

Seems I've got to do
everything meself.

There are times when I think
you're neither use nor ornament.

I said I was sorry.

Well, that's not going to get
the dinner ready on time, is it?

And get on with them vegetables
or they won't be ready neither.

Oh!

And I'll thank you
not to put paper on my range.

I've told you before.
It makes clinkers.

Sorry.

MRS. BRIDGES:
Emily!

Where did you put the cream?

EMILY:
In the larder, Mrs. Bridges.

MISS ROBERTS: I mean,
if I hadn't seen it myself,

I wouldn't have believed it.

-That girl was in the morning
room with him for some time.

- I heard them talking.
- Yes. Yes, Miss Roberts.

I mean, I'm as broad-minded
as the next,

but, really, you'd think
he'd have more sense.

Now, let's not be too hasty,
Miss Roberts.

Well, all we need is another
scandal in the family, isn't it?

EMILY: Help!

Mr. Hudson, help!

Help me, Mr. Hudson!

- She's dead!
- MRS. BRIDGES: what's happened?

She was just stood there,
and then she went all white,

and then, like, she keeled over
and dropped dead.

EDWARD:
Oh, Mr. Hudson, look.

Come here.

She's fainted.

I'll fetch the tub.

Go and get the chair, Edward.
Quickly.

All right.

EDWARD:
Come on, Emily.

Bring it over here.

EMILY: I thought she was dead.
I was sure she was dead!

MRS. BRIDGES:
Let's get some air here.

Get some water, Emily.
There.

Get your head
down between your legs.

That's right.
There.

HUDSON: we won't be needing that
now, Miss Roberts.

Right.
I'll take it back again.

MRS. BRIDGES:
Now, then, up you come.

There.

Where am I?

You're safe and snug
and in my kitchen.

Oh, I must have fainted.

Yes.
Yes, you did, Mary.

- I'm ever so sorry, Mr. Hudson.
- How are you feeling now, eh?

I'm all right.

Ooh, I just come over
all swimey.

How many times has this happened
to you before?

Never.

Well, we'll get Mr. Hudson
to fetch the doctor, will we?

Oh, no.

I've seen the doctor, and
he said I was a bit run down.

Anemic.
That's right.

And he gave me some pills.

I must have forgot
to take me pills.

It's your half day,
isn't it, Mary?

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Look, I'd go and spend the rest
of the day in bed if I were you.

Oh, no.
I've got to go out.

Oh, now, come on, dear.
Have a bit of sense.

No. Please.
I've got to.

Well, it's up to you, Mary.

Thanks ever so much.

Edward, see her upstairs,
will you?

- Yeah.
- Now, go carefully now.

- Come on, love.
- Take it easy.

Hold on to me.

Emily!

Get on with them vegetables.

Mr. Hudson.

MISS ROBERTS: well, if you want
my candid opinion --

- we'll ask for it, Miss Roberts.
- Oh, really?

I know what you're going to say.

That girl's expecting.
That's what I'm going to say.

What makes you think that,
Miss Roberts?

Well, if you don't believe me,
ask Mrs. Bridges.

She's not been able to keep
nothing down in the mornings.

Not for weeks now.

[Sighs]

There's no doubt about it.

No wonder the poor girl
was upset.

Well, if that's the case,
she'll have to go, won't she?

She's dead set on getting out
this afternoon.

It's my belief she's planning
to do something about it.

HUDSON: But that'll make things
even worse, Mrs. Bridges.

Poor little cow.

I don't believe it.
You're making it up.

Well, that's what old Roberts
said -- and Mrs. Bridges.

And how should they know?

Because she fainted.

People don't faint just 'cause
they're going to have a baby.

That's all you know
till someone teaches you.

Would you like me to teach you,
Emily?

No!

And you can keep off that sort
of talk, Edward Randall,

and help me!

"Expecting,
that's what that girl is."

That was Roberts,

fluttering about
like an old hen in a barnyard.

And, "Ooh!
You tell me so.

That was very interesting,"
said Mr. Hudson,

the faithful family butler
from Inver-cock-a-leekie

"Course she ain't been able
to keep nothing down

in the mornings for weeks now,"
said Mrs. Bridges

in her gin-sodden voice.

Oh, what rubbish.

- You're making it all up.
- well, that's what they say.

I never heard them say it.

She fainted because she'd been
carrying a heavy coal scuttle.

She's a bit frail.
Like me.

Hal well, you think what you
like, my little Irish rose.

But us older household staff
know only too well

that Mary Stokes is going out
on her day off.

That's not
what you were going to say.

Oh.

That's a nice hat, Mary.

Going out for a walk?

Where's Mr. Hudson?

Oh, he's reading the Good Book.

And Mrs. Bridges?

Having a lie down.
Why?

Just to say I'll be off
until 6:00.

Oh, we'll tell them.

Now, you mind
you behave yourself,

and don't let him do
anything that I wouldn't do.

Who?

Whoever she's gonna go out with.

I mean, she's not gonna sit
all by herself

in Kensington Gardens
in that hat, are you?

What's it matter to you?
Leave her alone.

I'm only curious.

Interested in human nature.

I'll be going now, then.

I know what she's up to.

She's going to the doctor's
to find out if she really is --

Edward!
Will you leave off?

Can't you think about
anything else but girls and...

Girls and what?

Girls having babies.

- Yes, I can.
- what?

Girls that aren't having babies,
Emily.

Oh, that's enough.

[Grunts]

It's not enough, Emily.

Still, it'll have to do
for this afternoon.

If you're going to help me,
like Mr. Hudson says,

you can bring those dishes
into the scullery.

If the dinner's not washed up
by the time

Mrs. Bridges comes down for her
afternoon tea, I'll be murdered!

[Mockingly ] Oh!
Oh, Holy Mother of God!

[Grunts]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh.

Um, tea for two, please.

Now, Mary, I've, uh, given
a great deal of thought to this.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Are you sure
you want to have this child?

I don't see how l can manage.

First things first.

Is that what you want?

Yes, yes.

Well, that's settled, then.

And you can keep your job
with us for the time being.

Oh, thank you, sir.

And later on, when you give
your notice of your own accord,

we'll give you
a first-class reference.

Yes, sir.

Now, if I'm to help you, there's
something you've got to tell me.

What's that, sir?

I want to know
who the father is.

Oh, no, sir.

Mary, unless you tell me,

I won't have any more
to do with it.

I don't want to make
any trouble, sir.

I'm sorry, Mary.
I insist.

It won't do no good.

He must accept some
responsibility for the child.

- He won't.
- we'll see.

Honest, he won't.

Mary, he can't just abandon you.

The name now.

Even if I was to tell you,
he would never admit it.

And what's more,
you wouldn't even believe me.

Well, why shouldn't I?

Because.
- well?

You being a -- a friend
of the family, and...

You were with General Redford
in Chester Square.

Was it one of the servants,
then?

No, sir.

The son, sir.

Myles Radford?

This is a very serious
accusation.

I didn't want to make it, did I?

I'd never have breathed a word

if you hadn't dragged it
out of me.

Do you swear
you're telling the truth?

As I live and breathe.

He came into my room that night.

The night that I was leaving.

And he was drunk.

And I didn't know what to do.

- And he was stronger than I.
- Now, now.

Let's forget about him.
Can't we, sir?

No.

The least he can do is to
face up to the consequences.

Edward.

Might I have a word with you,
sir?

- Of course, Hudson.
- In private, if you please, sir.

- Oh, come in.
- Thank you, sir.

Now, what's your problem?

I'm afraid we'll have to find

another under-house parlourmaid,
sir.

On? why?

It's come to my attention
that --

Well, not to put too fine
a point on it, sir,

it seems that Mary is pregnant.

Is she?

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

It's common knowledge
belowstairs, sir.

Yes, quite.

I'll see to it, then, sir,
shall I?

- Yes. will you do that, Hudson?
- Very good, sir.

- A-Although...
- Sir?

You're quite right, of course.

On the other hand, does
she have to leave immediately?

Well, if I may suggest, sir.

Perhaps if I spoke to her,

and we gave her a day or two to
find some lodgings for herself.

But, of course,
if the talk is out of hand...

Yes. Yes.
Let's do that.

It would save unpleasantness
for everyone

if she were to give in
her notice of her own accord.

- Do you see?
-Indeed, sir.

It's unpleasant for you, Hudson.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you're back, Mary.

Oh, I'm not late,
am I, Mr. Hudson?

No. No, Mary.
It's, uh, it's just on 6:00.

You'll have plenty of time
to change.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

By the way, I have, uh,

I've got something to say
to you, Mary.

Let's pop in here for a minute,
shall we?

Oh, oh, sit down, Mary.

How are you feeling now?

All right.
Thanks, Mr. Hudson.

I trust you had
a pleasant afternoon off.

Did you go far?

Oh, just for a walk
to Battersea Park.

Good, good.

Mary, I have been obliged
to inform the master

of your unfortunate condition.

It was my duty to do that.

Oh. I see.

You realize, of course,
that if her ladyship

hadn't been away in the country,
I would have been compelled

to pack you off at once
Without a reference.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Well, fortunately for you,

Mr. Bellamy has seen fit
to be lenient.

He's decided to permit you
to remain here

and continue your service
for a wee while longer,

during which time
you must take steps

to find yourself some lodgings.

Do you understand, Mary?

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

You should feel very grateful
to the master

for showing you
such consideration.

He's a very busy man
with a very high standing,

and to show such concern
for a servant

speaks a lot for his character.

I hope you'll always remember
that, Mary.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.
I will.

Nor is it the first time

that the master has shown you
some leniency.

Isn't that so, Mary?

I don't understand.

I'm referring
to last Tuesday night.

When you tried to leave
the house after 11:00

and the master stopped you.

Oh, yes.
He was very nice about that.

Yes.

Yes, according to Miss Roberts,
he, uh, spoke very kindly to you

in the morning room
before sending you up to bed.

Yes, he did.

I was very grateful.

Quite, quite.

Will that be all now,
Mr. Hudson?

Oh, yes. Yes. That'll be all
for the time being, Mary.

I'll go up and get changed,
then.

And, Mary, see
that you don't take advantage

of the master's generous nature.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Off you go and change now.

Good evening, Mr. Radford.

Hello, Hudson.

Where's your master?

If you'd care to wait, sir,
I'll see if he's at home.

It's all right, Hudson.

There's no need to be
so damned discreet.

Oh, you're expected,
are you, sir?

Well, there was a message at my
club asking me to call at 6:30.

- So I suppose I am.
- well, in that case, sir,

Mr. Bellamy
is in the morning room.

Will you follow me, please?

[ Door opens ]

Mr. Myles Radford to see you,
sir.

- Thank you, Hudson.
- Sir.

I'm glad you could come, Myles.

No inconvenience.
It was on my way home.

A splendid fellow,
if a little dour.

Well, I didn't ask you here

to discuss the merits
of my servants.

Oh.
So what are we going to discuss?

The, uh, condition
of one of my servants --

my under-housemaid, Mary.

And what about
your under-housemaid?

- w-What was her name?
- Her name, Myles, is Mary.

And it may interest you to know
that she is expecting a baby.

- Oh, really?
- Yes.

And I would like to know what
you are going to do about it.

- Me?
- Yes, Myles, you.

Because you're the father.

The girl has told me everything.

So, you've inherited
a pregnant housemaid.

- who means to have her baby.
- How original.

I suppose you would rather
she had an abortion.

I really don't see what any
of this has to do with me.

Don't you, Myles?
Well, I'll tell you why.

She won't be able to work
for some time.

She's going to need money,
and you're going to provide it.

Why me?

Because you're the father.

[ Chuckles ]
Prove it.

- She gave me her word.
- The word of a servant girl.

Whom you raped
when you were drunk.

If -- and I say if I did
all this, as you claim --

why are you so concerned?

You do seem to be taking
a fearful interest

in an under-housemaid.

Do you have some kind
of special relationship

with her yourself,
by any chance?

It's hardly worthy of you,
Myles.

If it wasn't so patently absurd,
it would be downright offensive.

- Anyway, the girl's lying.
- I don't believe she is.

And I'd like to know

how you're going to face
your responsibilities.

They are not
my responsibilities.

And if they were, they're none
of your damn business.

Now, Myles,
if you take that attitude,

I shall be obliged to raise
the matter with your father.

What you tell my father

is neither here nor there,
Mr. Bellamy.

The facts are
that an under-housemaid

in whom you seem to be taking
a quite extraordinary interest

got herself pregnant 'round
about the time she came here.

- Before she came here.
- Give or take a day.

On the strength of which
you're making allegations

which are highly damaging

and for which you haven't
a shred of proof.

You -- You know as well as I do

that you took advantage
of that wretched child.

- Child?
- Yes, child.

And to think you can lie
your way out of this situation.

You're very much mistaken.

I suggest you go now

and think over what I said
pretty carefully.

And when you've come
to your senses

and remembered your duty
as a gentleman,

you can come back here
and tell me what arrangements

you're prepared to make
for her maintenance.

I refuse absolutely
to be made responsible

for some dirty little slut
of a housemaid

who finds herself
in farrow by the footman --

or by anybody else,
for that matter.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Get out of my house!

- Gladly.
- I shall find other ways

of making you pay
for your shameful behaviour.

What other ways?

If you're planning to do
what I think you are,

I should make quite sure
you can afford the publicity.

I would, really.

- Mr. Radford is leaving.
- HUDSON: Sir.

RICHARD:
I felt the least he could do

is to make provision
for the child.

We met and argued.

And...then I lost my temper
and wrote to his father,

as you know.

It never occurred to me --

Seldom does.
It seldom does.

We should soon be
out of business

if only people would consult us

before committing themselves
to paper.

Still, we've got ourselves
into a mess, haven't we?

- You don't think he's bluffing.
- I wish I did. On the contrary.

His solicitor's been in touch
with me already.

Blackmore and Green,
fortunately.

What's fortunate about that?

Oh, I've had dealings with them
before. They're gentlemanly.

More than can be said
for their client.

Maybe.

Nonetheless, they're demanding
a retraction.

Not at any price.

I've seen a copy of your letter.

You'd be well advised
to contain your indignation.

At the moment, their concern

is that you should not repeat
your accusation.

But you pursue the matter
and, no question,

their instructions
are to make a case of it.

But the truth.

Oh, my dear Richard,
you can be painfully naive.

You ought to know by now
that the law

has rather less relation
to truth, whatever that may be,

than politics have to democracy,
whatever that is.

The law of libel
most particularly.

He's the father of that child.

According to a servant girl.

I believe
she is telling the truth.

Even if she is,
that's no defense.

- For whom?
- For you.

Juries, like judges,
are naturally conservative.

In the unlikely event
that they believe this Miss --

-whatever her name is.
- Stokes.

Stokes, who, let me remind you
in the circumstances,

has everything to gain by lying.

- So has he.
- Less apparently.

The honourable Myles Radford.

Gentlemen don't lie.

Oh.
Don't they?

My point is that the only thing
12 good men and true

are likely to have in common
these days

is a degree of respect
for their superiors.

Call it what you like.

I take a less cynical view
of my fellow men.

My dear boy,
that's your privilege.

But even assuming
that they accept

that what you and Mary Stokes
maintain is true --

true in substance and in fact --

can you show
that you published it

Without malice and in good faith

or that it's
in the public interest

that this rather unsavoury tale
be broadcast?

I don't know.

I doubt it.

Let me ask you something.

What is your interest
in this girl, honestly?

I simply felt sorry for her.

I think she's been
shamefully misused.

But there must be dozens
of people in your constituency,

say, who are in as bad a state
or worse, surely.

Perhaps.
She happens to be in my house.

Precisely.

What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting nothing.

But for a man in your position
to go to such uncommon lengths

to help a girl who,
regrettably, became pregnant

Within days
of entering his employ...

consoling the wretched girl
after dark,

observed by your wife's maid,
meeting her in tea shops,

rushing into print with
allegations that you can't prove

and that young Radford
flatly denies.

A man with anything
to be ashamed of

would have acted
more circumspectly.

I believe you.

But you must understand
the construction

that's likely to be placed
on your actions,

let alone your motives,
if it comes to court.

Oh, what we have to do

is to try and rescue you
from the consequences

of your, to put it charitably,

social ineptitude
and legal idiocy.

- what am I to do?
- Nothing.

- what?
Absolutely nothing.

I'll talk to the other side

and see if matters
can't be arranged decently.

Radford won't want publicity
any more than you do.

- He said he didn't give a damn.
- I'm talking about the father.

- The boy's no consequence.
- No.

Well, I'll see what can be done.

Meantime, I must ask you not
to complicate matters further.

Do nothing.
Say nothing.

Talk to no one.

Most especially that girl.

But I promised I'd help.

More fool you.

I just can't abandon her.

Oh, drat the wretched girl.
Avoid her like the plague.

Any more careless moves from you

and you're simply feeding
ammunition to the other side,

and they've got enough already

unless I can make them
see reason

to put you
in the public pillory.

I'll let you know
if I make any headway.

I can't help
feeling responsible.

I can't help your feelings,

and you're not in the position
to indulge them.

You have prior responsibilities.

Your wife, your family,
your constituents,

your party even,
if it comes to that.

Think about them for a change.

Now, you go home.

And if you must put pen
to paper,

get on with your life
of Balfour.

How's that coming along
by the way?

Oh, it seems peculiarly
unimportant at the moment.

Well, if this comes out
into the open,

a life of Gladstone
might be more appropriate.

I don't find that
particularly funny.

It wasn't meant to be.

Is that right
what they're saying?

What about?

That you, like --
well, you know --

have one on the way.

Yes.

Oh!

I don't know.

It's a good job you haven't got
my mam to reckon with.

If it was me,
she'd have half killed me.

And getting rid of it.

I mean, that's a mortal sin.

Who told you
I was gonna do that?

Mrs. Bridges
was telling Mr. Hudson

that that's what you was
planning on doing.

Well, I was, too,
but I'm not going to now.

You wouldn't want that on
your conscience, now, would you?

No.

Well, how will you manage?

You won't tell anyone, will you?

Oh, no.

Mr. Bellamy says
he's going to help.

How?

I don't know, but he will.

He said.

What I want to know is why.

What are you getting at?

It's beyond me why the master
should concern himself

about an under-housemaid

who's going to have
an illegitimate child.

Unless, of course...

You've got a nasty mind,
you know, Roberts.

Well, I can't help what I saw,
can I?

- what did you see?
- Never you mind.

I wasn't asking you.

Goings-on behind closed doors.

Oh!

Oh, it's a scandal a minute
in this house, isn't it?

Facts are facts,

And the sooner
she's out of here,

bag and baggage,
the better for all of us.

MRS. BRIDGES: You speak
for yourself, Miss Roberts.

I'm sure I'm only thinking
of the master's good name.

You what?
Rotten old cow.

Well, really!
Did you hear that?

- You did have it coming to you.
- Now, then. Now, then.

Why don't you give in
your notice

like any decent body would do?

How would you know?

And not take advantage
of the master being soft

and Lady Marjorie being away.

EMILY:
What is all the fighting?

- Now, now, Emily. Keep out.
- Come on, Emily.

She's in trouble enough

Without youse all going picking
on her, isn't she?

And exactly whose fault is that?

[indistinct shouting]

I believe you are, too.

But the rest of you.

Do you think I'm daft?

Do you think
I don't know about you?

The fiddles you're on to with
old Matty 'round the back door.

That's regular perks.

And you
and her ladyship's dressmaker

diddling her rotten every time
she has anything made.

There are morals and morals.

You don't have to tell me that!

Oh, you're all such sticklers

for doing what's right,
aren't you?

We mustn't have the master
Worried, must we?

We're all one big happy family,
aren't we?

So long as we stick
to a few rotten rules.

We can put on false faces

and feel all smug and cheat
and fiddle as much as we please.

But let a girl get took
advantage of just once,

and we won't stop at making
her life a misery, will we?

- You dirty little trollop.
- Oh, no.

We have to make out
that there's something dirty

between her and the one man
who's lifted a finger to help.

And why?

'Cause you haven't got
an ounce of charity

between the lot of you!

That's bloody why!

You're to come upstairs, Mary.

Well, she found her tongue,
didn't she?

EMILY: what's going to happen,
do you think?

Oh, use your loaf, Emily.

She'll be getting her notice,
of course.

- Oh, that's not right.
- Good riddance, if you ask me.

Oh, we've had a bellyful
of your opinions.

But Mr. Bellamy promised
he'd help her.

How can he?

Well, he oughtn't to have said
he would if he can't.

You don't understand.

He's got to think about himself.

Poor little bitch.

She's got no more
than she asked for.

Ha!
Be thankful you haven't.

Well, really!

EMILY: Can't help
but feel sorry for her.

She was banking on him
that much.

Well, he's trying to help.

Well, I suppose
you can say that.

Well, it's more
than the rest of us can say.

She's in the hall, sir.

RICHARD: Send her in.
- Sir.

Better I should do the talking,
I suggest.

You sent for me, sir.

- It's, uh, Mary, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

I'm Sir Geoffrey Dillon.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Come in, Mary.
Shut the door.

Sit down.

I am your master's solicitor.

Do you know what a solicitor is?

Like a lawyer.

Good girl.
Good girl.

It's my job to try to help him
to get out of trouble.

You don't want to make trouble
for him, do you?

Oh, no, sir.
Never.

I didn't think you did.

The thing is, though,
I'm afraid you have.

Oh, I didn't mean to, sir,
I'm sure.

- Be fair.
- Ah!

We agreed I should handle this.

- I was wrong.
- I urge you.

For pity's sake.

The least I can do is offer the
girl a firsthand explanation.

Mary, I know
I promised I could help.

I meant to,
and I thought I could.

The thing is,
there are legal difficulties

which you probably
won't understand.

Firstly, Mr. Radford
flatly denies

having had anything to do
with you.

I could have told you
he'd say that.

I did, didn't I?

The problem is, not only
does he deny these allegations,

he's threatening to take me
into court if I repeat them.

What?
For -- For telling the truth?

Don't you believe
I told you the truth?

Yes, Mary, I do.

The thing is, I can't prove it.

It's his word against yours.

What's more to the point
is that if we pursue it,

he'll not only take Mr. Bellamy
to court,

he'll try to make out
that your master

has some sort of interest
in lying.

I don't understand.

Mary, the suggestion is that you
got pregnant after you came here

and that the reason
I tried to help

is because I am responsible.

But that's not true!

You don't believe that's true.

True or false, let it come
to court, that's what he'll say.

Why?

The fact of the matter

is that he hasn't got a penny
of his own.

But the family.

If it comes to the point,
they'll stand by him.

You can't win.

And even if you did, some
of the mud is going to stick.

Now, do you want that
to happen to Mr. Bellamy?

Oh, after him
being so good and kind,

that's the last thing I'd want.

Then you'll help us.

Yes, of course.

W-What do you want me to do?
Just tell me.

We want you to admit
that your allegation was false.

That you deliberately misled
Mr. Bellamy.

But I told you the truth.

Which we cannot prove.

That being so,
the only thing to do

is to admit that it was all
an unfortunate mistake.

You retract.
Mr. Bellamy apologizes.

They let the matter drop.
Believe me, it's the only way.

So if you'll just come over
to the desk

and sign this piece of paper.

Is that what you want?

I'm afraid
there's no alternative.

All right.

There we are.

Just there.

Mary Stokes.

Thank you.

Well, that takes care of that.

And what happens to me?

Out of the goodness
of his heart,

Mr. Bellamy behaved,
to say the least, foolishly.

Now, what I suggest is that you
leave Lady Marjorie's employment

at once with a reference
and a month's wages,

to which Mr. Bellamy
is very kindly adding £25

as an ex gratia payment

to help to tide you over
your present difficulties.

Mary, believe me,
this is not what --

If only you knew
how l believed you.

Now, don't be ungrateful.

If I hadn't, I'd have got rid
of it by now, wouldn't I?

I'd got used to the idea
of having to manage on me own.

I suppose I ought to thank you
for trying.

Take the money.

MARY: No.

I'll take me wages.
I've earned them.

And I'll have me references.

But you can keep that,

along with that bit of paper
you wanted,

making out as I'm a liar
when you know I'm not.

I thought they was bad enough
downstairs.

But you -- You keep it.

GEOFFREY:
My dear boy, let her go.

She's right, you know.

I shouldn't have raised
her hopes

if I couldn't carry it through.

My experience is most
of the harm in this world

is done by people trying
quite gratuitously

to do more good
than they can possibly achieve.

Give me an honest villain
any day.

RICHARD:
[Sighs]

There must be a better way
of managing this.

Well, let me know
if you discover what it is.

I've been to a good deal
of trouble

to get you out of a situation

which could have ruined you
financially and socially

and put pay to any political
ambitions you may have.

But let's not be
under any illusions.

Anything I was able to do
was only incidentally for you.

My chief concern throughout has
been to protect Lady Marjorie.

After all, the only thing
you and I have in common

is that the Southwolds
put us where we are today.

Thank you for reminding me.

- Not at all.
- Good day.

My dear Richard,

you're old enough now
to be ruled by your head.

Well, Mary,
I'm sorry it's come to this.

Me and all.

There's things been said
on all sides,

but the fact of the matter
is that...

Here.

What's this?

We passed the hat 'round.

It's -- It's not a lot,
but, um...

Every little helps.

You'll not think
too badly of us, Mary.

Well, you find out
who your friends are, don't you?

MRS. BRIDGES:
Stop and have a bit of supper.

No. I-I've got to find
some lodgings.

I've heard the Salvation's
helpful.

Yes.

- And pop in when you're passing.
- Yes.

There's not a lot we can do,
but, uh, you know,

you can have a little chat
and warm and cup of tea.

Thanks.

And mind how you go.

EDWARD:
Good luck, then.

You'll let us know
how you get on, Mary.

Oh, I'll manage.

Even if it's only to spite her.

[ Door closes]

Supper ready, Mrs. Bridges?

When you are, Mr. Hudson.

Well, let's get on with it,
shall we?

Look alive, girl!

[Sighs]

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