All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs s02e03 A Perfect Specimen of Womanhood.eng

Eunice. It's six o'clock.

Johnny! You're on duty,
dozy drawers!

Hurry up with that coffee!

Sir Hallam wants it
at half past!

My routine's all out
since this riding lark!

What about the tea
for Mrs Thack and Mr P?

Why can't they be like
theatrical people? Noel Coward is in bed till lunchtime.

It's a good job I'm about
to take myself in hand.

In what way?

I start classes with the Women's
League Of Health And Beauty today.

Lavinia Godfrey
finally persuaded me.

Physical culture?

I have gained a little weight.

But Lavinia believes
it empowers women, generally.

Can't you coax Persie
to go with you?

I find her
such a dispiriting presence.

No friends, no charitable interests.
No occupation of any kind.

I suppose that's what happens
when a love affair ends badly.

I invited her to join me
at the museum.

I'm sorry to say
she merely glared at me and smoked.

Damn you, when I want the curtains
open, I'll ring the bell and ask!

I hope you don't speak
to my staff like that.

I can't bear grapefruit.

Be a sport. I went without a cherry
so that you could have the last one.

Budge up.

It's just like old times.

Do you remember when we used
to cling to each other in bed, for warmth?

It really was
the very worst type of castle.

I once made Friedrich cry
with laughter,

just by describing
our sanitary arrangements.

Darling, I don't want to hear
that man's name again.

Because he's married?

Because he treated you abominably!

And because he's married.

Persie, it's time for a fresh start.

It's time to leave the past behind
and make your life anew.

That's easy for you to say.

"I met a traveller
from an antique land

"Who said two vast and trunkless
legs of stone stand in the desert

"Near them, on the sand, half sunk,
a shattered visage lies."

I rather think you're the traveller
from the antique land, Portia.

So many years have passed.

Three. Nearer to four.

I wrote to you, Blanche!
I wrote last autumn.

I know.

Did you burn it?

I thought you might.

I thought it would be just like you
to consign it to the flames,

without reading it first.

Mama! Mama!

I don't know what Nanny would say
if she saw you running in a museum!

Viola, will you take Gawain
to look at the Rosetta Stone? It's indescribably interesting.

It won't be to them.

Motherhood has made the most
enormous fibber of me, and the children swallow everything I say.

I've another at home
in the nursery now.

Did you hear?

Yes.

I called her Isis.

I heard that, too.

Zip fastener's all mended,
your ladyship. Thank you, Beryl.

Would you help me with my hair,
before you go back to Nanny?

Of course, your ladyship.

I need something
more robust than usual.

I'm told the exercises at
the Women's League can be vigorous.

I've seen them on the newsreels.
They reckon Lady Prunella is the perfect specimen of womanhood.

She certainly has
an extremely trim waist.

Perhaps if I apply myself,
I'll stop breaking my zip fasteners!

Beryl, it seems to me that
you're rather wasted, tucked up in the nurseries with Nanny,

so it might suit all of us if you
and Eunice reversed your roles.

If she became nursery maid? Yes.
And you took on looking after me, along with parlour duties.

I see...

You're right for the drawing room.
Eunice is fond of the children.

I've noticed that on your afternoons
off. Very well, your ladyship.

I'll see Mr Pritchard and sort out
the finer points before my class.

Embalming jars.
Is there anything in them?

Kidneys and livers and hearts,
in the main. All very desiccated.

Desiccated hearts?
I rather like that.

Portia, much as I would
relish giving you a guided tour,

I am drawing up
an inventory of...

Blanche, The Golden Blaze
is to be published.

You always said that was
the one story you would never show to anyone! I meant it.

But nothing else I wrote
was going to make the grade.

I'm not like you,
with your definitive lexicon of Upper Nile dialects.

Your monograph on the tomb
of Rameses The Third! The Second.

I tried to tell you!

You are Evelyn on those pages,
just as much as I am Rosalinde! It's your story, too.

And your novel.

I did consider
making Evelyn into a man.

Evelyn can be a man's name!
All I would have had to do was change the pronouns.

But we never could change
the pronouns, could we?

No.

No-one will know it's you.
They won't even know it's me.

Edmund made me swear
that I'd use a pseudonym.

I was going to ask
what Edmund thought.

He left for Donegal this morning.
A fishing trip with friends.

He always understood, you know.

Yes, and I was glad.

My book...

Will you read it?

I don't have to.

Well, I knew Eunice's days
were numbered

when Lady Agnes found potato peel
in the pocket of her peignoir.

I was hired for kitchen work!
Miss Buck did all the lady's maiding, till she got TB.

Lady Agnes said nothing to me
about kitchen work.

Beryl is to be entirely relieved
of nursery responsibilities.

Her position is to be redefined
as senior house parlour maid,

with all duties thereby implied,

along with providing care
for Lady Agnes' wardrobe and person.

Will I be working longer hours?

If I am, I ought to have a pay rise.

No change in remuneration
was mentioned.

Eunice, meanwhile, is to have
her time apportioned across the day.

In the morning, two hours
with Nanny, then she will aid Mrs Thackeray in the kitchen

and return to the nursery
from two till six.

In the evening, she will assist
in the preparation, serving and clearing away of dinner.

That doesn't any make sense!

It's murder in the nursery
of an evening!

Baths for both of them!
Miss Veronica's had colic! I'm good with colic.

You're good with dishes, too.

I will say
who's going to do the dishes!

Agnes! Such luck that you came!

There's a torchlight display
in Hyde Park looming,

and our section
can't quite rustle up the numbers.

My word, what perfectly
delicious pins you have!

I was quite surprised
by how brief the shorts are.

Well, no point in all this
kicking and marching if the nethers don't get aired!

Exactly. We're all wearing
as little as each other, that's the main thing.

The League Of Health And Beauty
isn't just a system of exercise,

it's about equality for women
from every walk of life!

Now, let's trot along,
and you can take the plunge.

I think it all sounds
perfectly marvellous.

We have a duty
to cherish our bodies.

Shop-girls benefit
just as much as duchesses.

Right, then, ladies,
let's get started!

Swing those shoulders...

Chin up, Petronella!

And remember - accept your bodies,
liberate your lives!

You can't touch her knickers
with your hands!

Use the silk - like this.

Is that because of germs?

No, we just aren't allowed
to touch 'em, they're personal.

Left leg, right arm...
right leg, left arm!

That's the ticket, Lady Agnes!

If anyone's perspiring,
there's some eau de cologne on top of the piano.

Feel your heart beat!

Breathe! Breathe!

Breathe...

Dr Mottershead, I have some urgent
papers from the Refugee Committee.

Places are sought
for another 400 children,

and the applications
must be processed quickly.

Leave them over here. Please.

I'll... I'll read them later.

Dr Mottershead, is there any service
I might render you?

No. No, I... I thought
I'd filed some things away.

But it transpired...
that I had failed.

Are we driving you to drink?

No. I just rather thought
a gin might hit the spot.

I'd be on more than gin if I was
shut up in these four walls all day.

Why don't you come out riding?
You used to be a perfect Valkyrie on horseback.

Don't. You can't imagine
how appalling Wagner is

until you've sat through
five hours of caterwauling

with a Standartenfuhrer's hand
placed lightly on your thigh.

I suppose you're talking about
this Friedrich.

He sounds like a bounder,
if you ask me.

He was. That's why I liked him.

To begin with.

He's the reason
I came in for the gin.

I was going to drink it
sitting in a hot bath.

That's what girls do, isn't it?
When they get in trouble.

You're... expecting?

Does Agnes know?

No.

And don't you bloody dare tell her!
I've made it right with her at last.

If you told her what an idiot
I've been, we'd be lost to each other all over again.

What do you want me to do?

An abortion costs 60 guineas.

I don't care if an abortion costs
sixpence! It's against the law.

You can get one on Harley Street.
Well, just off.

It's a filthy game,
and I'm not playing it.

Hallam... I need your help.

'Chapter One. It was the hair
that Rosalinde saw first.

'Coiled like wire
beneath its heavy metal pins...

'All Egypt was in her glance.

'The dry heat of the sands, the deep
green of the malachite in amulets...

'There was no one word
with which to brand the moment.

'Rosalinde's body
was being filled with spices...

'This was a journey
beyond the map. A road they intended to travel for eternity...'

It would be a shame
if there weren't enough ladies to represent our troupe by torchlight.

So I told Mrs Godfrey that 165
would make up the shortfall.

I'm afraid we have duties
in the afternoons, Your Ladyship.

That's very diligent of you, Beryl...

but the wonderful thing
about the League is it runs classes throughout the working week.

So there'll always be one
to coincide with your time off.

We may well go to some of them
together.

Everyone's treated the same
and dressed the same.

The classes put us all
on a completely equal footing.

Bare legs? In broad daylight?!

You're just jealous, Mrs Thack.
You could fancy yourself in black satin bloomers.

It's just tawdry exhibitionism.

And I don't like seeing Eunice
made a game of.

I'm being made a game of, too!
I came here to work and save,

not prance around Hyde Park
doing high kicks in me knickers.

Maybe I could just bang the drum.

I always banged the drum
in country dancing at Barnardo's.

I know whose drum I'd like to bang!

Come on, Bee. Swallow your pride.

You don't want to get the sack
any more than I do.

That's exactly what I told them!

I read the book.

Could you bear it?

I was enthralled by it.

I couldn't believe your courage.

Come into the drawing room.

It's not a party as such -
the publisher's budget couldn't stretch to one.

Just a few friends
come to wish me well. I daren't.

They'd wish you well, too.

No, I... I didn't realise
you had guests.

I just wanted to see you.

After I came to you at the museum,

I thought, if I never see her again,
I shall die.

Will you promise
to come to me another day?

When I'm alone,
and the babies are in bed?

Portia, darling, I simply have
to fly. I have a meeting to attend at the Factory Inspectorate.

Nothing if not a man of contrasts,
Your Highness.

You know Blanche Mottershead,
don't you?

But of course.

A bientot.

The Golden Blaze will be
widely reviewed. It's the most exquisitely wrought little tale.

It's rather like Lady Alresford
herself...

all curlicued pallor - like ormolu...

with just a hint of musk and roses
when you rub it in your hands.

I never have time
to read fiction nowadays.

Now, listen, old chap.

The Golden Blaze isn't fiction,
and it's really... it's very short.

I must urge you to read it.

Sounds like the sort of book
Agnes would ban.

Servants getting hold of it,
all of that. Sir...

They'll get hold of it
one way or another.

One suspects it might become
a sort of... cause celebre.

Sir, I was hoping to pick
your brains about Czechoslovakia.

Halifax is sending me to Germany,
to support negotiations at the British Embassy.

Very well.

The worst thing Czechoslovakia
ever did was to create the Second Republic.

The new border
is militarily indefensible,

and President Hacha
is not a healthy man.

His heart is almost giving out.
He's on a ticking clock, just like his country.

Those twin facts
colour everything he does,

and your trip to Berlin
is very likely to prove fruitless.

Now, may we return
to the topic of The Golden Blaze?

Sir, why are you hell-bent
on discussing this lurid novel?

Because tonight,
when you return to your blameless and elegant town house...

you'll need to have a little
tete a tete with your Aunt Blanche.

Darling.
Perfect time for a nightcap.

I don't want a nightcap.
Pritchard, you may leave us. Sir.

Well, Hallam...
Don't you "Well, Hallam" me!

You've evidently heard about
the book.

What book?
Are you writing another dictionary?

No. A friend of hers
has written a novel!

Not a friend. A lover.

Oh, how perfectly thrilling!
Is it anyone we know?

I think... you might have been
debutantes in the same year.

Portia St Clair.

But she's married,
to Viscount Alresford...

She still is.
And when the newspapers strip her of her pseudonym,

there'll be hell to pay -
in this house as well as theirs.

Because they'll strip Blanche
of her pseudonym too.

Well, Hallam, you must talk to the
papers, you must try to intervene!

It's too late to intervene.

According to the Duke of Kent,
at least one gossip columnist is running the story tomorrow.

For God's sake, Blanche,
there's a picture in the Tate of Lady Alresford

posing with her children,
called Radiant Motherhood!

Her husband's the MP for Lymewold!

It's a bloody good job
my mother's dead.

And it's a bloody good job
my father's dead!

He was a Bishop. Who thought
all inverts should be horsewhipped.

It's in the Express.

"Smart circles
are humming with speculation

"that The Golden Blaze, a torrid
tale of unnatural female passions,

"actually details the friendship
between Viscountess Alresford,

"the book's true author,
and the noted Egyptologist Dr Blanche Mottershead,

"former amanuensis
to the late 5th Earl of Caernarvon."

Aunt Blanche is a lesbian?!

This is the sort of talk
that spreads like influenza!

Hallam, is this in any way likely
to affect the current state of play in European politics? No.

Then I suggest you calm down
and read a different paper.

Agnes, the social humiliation
is going to be appalling.

I shall ensure
we weather it somehow.

We'll have more coffee,
please, Pritchard.

I can't imagine why
you're trying to defend her.

'I'm simply refusing
to pass judgement,

'because I'm learning that others
are entitled to respect...'

I'd like to welcome
two new members of the class today...

Beryl Ballard and Eunice McCabe.

They've been kindly brought to us
by Lady Agnes Holland, on whose staff they serve.

Splendidly,
we're now sufficient in number to make up a torchlight troupe!

Thank you, Mrs Davis!

We'll start with knee kick, high
kick, arms raised to the bust...

And one! And two!

And three! And four!

And one! And two!

And three! And four!
Splendid, ladies.

This feels like
quite the assignation.

I'm surprised you don't have
a carnation in your buttonhole.

It's hardly a discussion
we can have at home.

I don't care whether
we have it here, in the house or on the number 23 bus.

I'm not going to be hidden away
at the seaside

with some ghastly couple who are
only out to make a profit from me!

It's the only respectable way
around it.

I would also hope that once
you've adjusted to the circumstance,

you will agree that
I can inform Agnes.

No. This is an adult dilemma,
Persie!

It's time you stopped behaving
like a child.

I have no intention
of having a baby.

I don't see anything childish
about that.

I will not have Dr Mottershead
embarrassed.

None of the junior servants
will be allowed to see any of this.

And anything that
refers to the affair will not be allowed to go upstairs.

I don't know how the papers
can print such smut.

I have to say, this Lady Alresford
takes a lovely photograph.

To her credit, Dr Mottershead
does not deny the allegations.

I'm inclined to say, a lady's
private life is her own concern.

Well, it's not her private life,
is it?

Not if it's in
the London Illustrated News.

Harry, would you have a look
at the workings of this vacuum?

It seems to be spitting out
more fluff than it swallows.

It's probably the belt drive.
Give it here.

Take a pew.

So... what's the latest
with Dr Mottershead?

She's quiet in front of Sir Hallam,
but then cheerful when he's out.

Johnny heard her whistling
this morning.

Whistling women
and crowing hens, eh?

Lady Agnes has had
two invitations cancelled.

One of them a private view,
the other a dinner.

Ouch. The dinner was for tonight.

I'd just pressed her lavender
chiffon, and that would try the patience of a saint.

Are you not enjoying
this swapping round lark?

Not really. Eunice is struggling.
We're both worn to a thread.

You'll have to do something nice
on your afternoon off.

I don't get an afternoon off!

I get to play at being equal
with her Ladyship.

Good afternoon. The garage.

Beryl?
What are you doing in the garage?

I need Spargo to take me
to Selfridge's.

You once told me about the beauty
of things that were incomplete.

Do you remember?

I'm an archaeologist.

I live the beauty of things
that are incomplete.

Tell me again.

There's a visceral thrill,

when you stumble on a find.

Whether you roll away a stone
and discover a ransacked tomb,

or dredge the sands
and bring up a shattered cup.

In all the years that we were apart,

I thought of you every time
I saw a broken statue,

or a marble fragment.

Things could have been otherwise.

Things SHOULD have been
otherwise.

I don't mind you
putting it all on account...

I'm just not sure about
that cut of jacket.

You've been looking
so much bigger in the bosom.

Stop looking at my bosom!

I'm on my guard already
with an invert in the house!

Persie, why must you say
such provocative things?

Why don't you throw her out?
She's brought this entire address into disrepute,

and Hallam's like a bear
with a wasp up its nose.

He's been like that
since last September.

People have quite stopped
thinking there might be a war.

But Hallam hasn't.
His department haven't.

He has such strong principles.

Yes. I know he has.

Persie?
What are you doing on horseback?

You invited me
to join you for a ride.

When I wasn't aware
of your state of health!

Persie!

Persie...!
For Christ's sake, Persie!

Persie, slow down!

You could have been thrown!

Well, I wasn't, was 1?

You'll go blind doing that.

Yeah - and get hairs on the palms
of my hands! I don't think.

I can't see why they're all
making such a fuss!

Do you reckon it's about
old Mottershead?

Well, one of 'em's got glasses.

Have you ever come across
one of these you-know-whats?

I met someone who thought she was.
Turns out, she made a mistake.

They all just come
falling at your feet, don't they?

Not all. No. Not Beryl.
You want to stop sidling around her.

Take her by surprise,
ask her somewhere swanky.

Dancing? No. She needs a sit-down.

Pictures, and none of your fleapits.

Curzon Mayfair's got purple
velvet seats. Or so I've heard.

D'you want a go of this,
before I put it back upstairs?

Not really.

Going to have nightmares
about them star jumps.

People laughing at me falling over.

You ought to get an ice pack
round that ankle. It'd be cold. It would keep me awake.

Nothing could keep me awake.

This is going to make me
even slower, Beryl.

The kitchen AND the nursery.

I can't get stuff done quick enough,
even without a bloomin' gammy foot!

Shaving cream.

You do smell divine.

Mrs Thackeray made up a hamper, so
you can breakfast on the way. I'll make sure Spargo puts it in the car.

Back to Berlin?
I thought it had gone quiet.

It will never go quiet.

What are you doing
wearing riding clothes?

I should have thought
that was perfectly obvious.

When I come back,

I'm going to raise the notion
of the seaside one more time.

And if you don't agree with that,

I'll have no choice
but to involve your sister.

Hallam, how much do you want
to distress her?

She can't have any more children.

She'd want to pretend it was hers
and bring it up as if this was a penny novelette.

Given that you're behaving
more and more like a character from a penny novelette,

I don't think that would be
entirely inappropriate.

Oh - Beryl, there you are.

I desperately need to have
my hair washed, and I can't get an appointment at the salon.

Could you pop upstairs to the
bathroom with half a dozen eggs? Eggs, Your Ladyship?

All the best salons
offer a protein rinse.

I shall show you how they do it.
You'll find it rather interesting.

Lady Agnes seems to think
eggs grow on trees!

She was the same with cucumbers
when she fancied she had eyebags...

then when there was none left for
sandwiches, she read the riot act.

Don't forget to change.

You wear your afternoon dress
for lady's maiding.

I do think it's more effective
when the eggs are absolutely fresh.

Come on. You're carrying on
as if they've got you beat.

They have got me beat.

And my tooth hurts now
as well as my ankle.

So - you began your employment
as a nursery maid?

Yes.
You said this would be confidential.

But you were then assigned
housemaid duties, and expected to

perform those of a lady's maid
without any additional remuneration?

Yes. You're taking notes.

I always take notes.

I like to make a dispassionate
record of girls' complaints.

So many come to us in tears.

It's not so much me.
It's Eunice, Miss...

Poulson.

And that would be...
Eunice McCabe, aged 15,

formerly of Dr Barnardo's
Girls' Village at Epping.

Yes. She's got no-one, Miss Poulson.

No-one to go to, nowhere to turn.

It's what the
Girls' Friendly Society is for.

I wasn't sure, I thought you might
only help girls on the streets.

For girls like Eunice, with
limited education, and no family,

it's sometimes service
OR the streets.

Is there a housekeeper
at this address?

There was a Miss Buck,
but now she's in the sanatorium.

Help yourself to a Garibaldi, dear.

I'm tired of snatching moments
together.

All these fragmentary hours
and half-hours.

It's more than we've had
in a very long time.

Did I tell you that
Edmund's mother died,

and we took over
Flandermayne at last?

I suppose we've had other things
to discuss.

It's almost the oldest house
in England.

I'm certain you'll love it
just as much as I. I want us to go there together.

Alone?

Quite alone.

I don't know.

Poulson. Miss.
Girls' Friendly Society.

If you would care to step into
my pantry... No, thank you,

I've come to inspect
the working conditions of the girls

and the girls themselves.
Where is Eunice McCabe?

She spends the afternoon in the
nursery, helping with the children.

This light isn't bright enough
for close work.

If I may introduce Beryl,
our senior house parlour maid...

Beryl and I are already acquainted.

Is that the servants' lavatory?
Yes, it is,

and none of us cares to use it,
it's riddled with black-beetles.

That is sufficient, Mrs Thackeray.

I should like to speak
to the mistress of the house.

But the maids didn't seem to mind
the switch of duties,

and the actual terms of engagement
didn't change... I know they didn't change.

Still low wages,
still excessive duties, and still insufficient time at leisure!

But they all have
an afternoon free each week - not to mention alternate Sundays.

It was what Miss Buck suggested.

I take it Miss Buck suggested
they both sleep in the one bed?

It's not hygienic.
Physically, or morally.

Morally?

There's been speculation
about this household in recent popular publications.

I won't respond to that remark.

You'll respond to the need
to improve these maids' conditions,

or be placed on the blacklist.

I'm not afraid of any blacklist.

But I am afraid of my conscience
if I haven't done what's fair.

Of course I'll arrange
separate beds, and look at their afternoons off...

You can look at cancelling
those foolish classes.

And I would like to have a look
at Eunice.

Take your spectacles off, dear.

Your record at Barnardo's
said you have a lazy eye, which needed treatment.

Have you seen an oculist
since you've been here?

No, miss. These were the glasses
that I came in.

Open wide, please.

There's a molar in there
that's as black as a spade.

And an abscess starting,
unless I'm much mistaken.

I don't want to go,
I don't want to go!

A South Audley Street dentist?!

You should count your lucky stars.
Shouldn't she, Mr Pritchard?

There'll be flowers in the foyer
and I don't know what.

I imagine anaesthesia
will be deployed.

I don't want gas!

I hate you, Beryl Ballard!

I have never witnessed
such behaviour!

If I had my way,
you would be dismissed for disloyalty to Her Ladyship!

We are all staff together,
it's Eunice and me you should be siding with.

I'm not taking sides!
I am showing respect.

Respect cuts both ways, Mr Amanjit!
Lady Agnes was treating us like domestic appliances.

Beryl! You are in service.

You are here to fulfil
Her Ladyship's requirements.

Servants have requirements too.

This is absurd!

What about MY requirements? The
old bat never inspected my room...

and my mattress has got more lumps
than a slag heap!

It obviously doesn't matter
because I'm not a girl.

Johnny, get on with the bottles.

This isn't my job!

This is Belgravia. Not Leningrad.

A cottage suite.

What?

We're getting a cottage suite.

I complained to Miss Poulson
about the lack of upholstery in the cosy corner.

You look almost funny
standing there.

As though you're wondering
whether you ought to pounce.

Strictly for old times' sake,
of course.

I'm not going to be doing anything.

Not for old times' sake
or any other reason.

It was hot that summer, wasn't it?

I think of it every time
I smell motor oil.

Which isn't very often, obviously.

Are you looking for something,
Lady Persie?

You keep the old newspapers
down here, don't you?

In the crate under the work bench.

Take as many as you like.

Oh - hello, Blanche.

I was waiting to be called
to dinner.

There is no dinner. I gave the
whole of the staff the evening off.

Whisky? I thought it looked
an easy drink to mix.

But Pritchard obviously has
some sort of knack.

Agnes, I know you've had
a depleting afternoon, but er...

I ought to mention that Pamela
is due home. When?

Friday. It's her recreation week,
it had entirely slipped my mind.

I'd like to book myself
a room at that asylum.

Don't you think it would be
marvellous?

People speaking slowly and kindly,
and supper on a tray...

I don't set much store by people
speaking slowly or kindly...

but I wouldn't object
to supper on a tray.

I feel quite frayed.

I think you're rather wonderful.

And I hope you won't back down
and run away. From what?

From Portia Alresford.

Sometimes, simply by trying to do
the right thing,

one can do the wrong thing.

And no amount of whisky in the world
can set it straight.

Three gold fillings?

I wouldn't go flashing them about.

You'll be worth more dead
than you are alive.

I've spoken to Mrs Godfrey, girls.
Told her you're withdrawing from the class. She understands.

Thank you, your Ladyship.
What about the display?

That's not for you to worry about.

Miss Buck's methods were
exceedingly highly honed.

But they perhaps became entrenched
across the decades.

It's 1939, not 1899. We need to
adjust our principles to suit.

It also seems that Miss Buck signed
guardianship papers for Eunice,

because she was only 14 when she
came. Should I take them to her

and arrange for responsibility
to be transferred?

No, Mr Amanjit. I shall see to this.

You first.

No. You.

Miss Buck?

Oh, your Ladyship?

Don't move a muscle.
You must stay exactly where you are.

Besides, this room is freezing!

Yes, I'm on the fresh air cure.

Well, it must be doing you good.

You look very much better than
when you were first taken ill. Do I?

Yes.

I wondered what you'd do,
for a lack of a lady's maid.

But that skirt...

it's beautifully pressed.

I must say,
I think a sweet sherry is order.

If you would oblige.

I'm on my break. 11 till half-past.

Thank you, Miss Buck.
That puts everything in order.

The Girls' Friendly Society
will want to see the documents.

Joan Poulson was always a meddler.

I spent my whole life in service,
and I've no complaints.

Eunice didn't have any complaints.

She didn't realise
she deserved better.

In the drawer, your Ladyship.

There's a key.

This is the key to 165.

I shouldn't have it any more.
It isn't right.

It's absolutely right.

How else will you let yourself in
when you come home?

Mitsouko. You used to wear Shalimar.

You must be Sir Hallam Holland.

Standartenfuhrer Erlichmann?

Oberfuhrer now, as a matter of fact.

Forgive me.
Thank you for responding to my note.

You have nothing to
accompany your whisky.

You should ask for some ham
and dill pickle, perhaps.

It is very good here.

I didn't come here for small talk,
Oberfuhrer Erlichmann.

A figure of speech, I presume.

We can speak German, if you prefer.

But I understand your relationship
with Lady Persephone

was conducted entirely in English.

Darling Persephone!

She never seemed to see the sense
in mastering the foreign tongue.

Seeing sense has never been
her strong point.

She's with child,
Oberfuhrer Erlichmann.

And it falls to me
to defend her interests.

I wish you well with that.

Half the men in Munich tried
to defend her interests,

and she slipped through the fingers
of each one of us like mercury.

Persie once said to me that all
a bad girl needs is one good mink

and the love of a decent man.

You obliged her with the mink,
at least.

She threw it into the canal
outside the Lustheim Palace.

You are doubtless familiar
with that type of gesture.

I'm her brother-in-law,
not her lover.

Nevertheless...

I leave it to you to play
the role of a decent man.

Electricity always did blow in
and out on the wind at Flandermayne.

Here, let me.

But I always thought it was
made for candlelight.

We're going for a walk.

You rang, Lady Persie?

I'm surprised you came. I imagined
it was going to be all cushions

and barley sugar for you lot.

I need the car.
Tell Spargo, would you?

Of course, your Ladyship.

Are you sure this is the address,
your Ladyship?

I was told to go in the back way.

The front is probably
a great deal smarter.

Are you wondering why
I've walked you all this way?

No. I'd be content
to walk with you for ever.

Follow me,
or you won't see your surprise!

See?

Who lives there?

No-one. Yet.

But wait until you see inside.

There are fireplaces older
than the house itself,

and alcoves we'll cram
with shelving for your books.

My books?

And your books?

Perhaps just one shelf,

with The Golden Blaze
sitting on it on a cushion.

I very much doubt
I have another in me.

But I'll always be grateful to it,
because it brought you back.

I was never far away from you
in my heart.

I know that, now.

We can forget the years
that have passed.

You can forget Belgravia,
and that starchy nephew.

That's where we'll sit. That's where
we'll talk, where we'll love.

The Dorchester, Spargo.

The Dorchester?

I'm not going dancing
but I am in need of a brandy.

Your Ladyship,
I would prefer to take you home.

I've made a reservation here.

Give my bag to the bellboy
and then go. I've been ordered to collect Sir Hallam at the aerodrome,

but I can give a message
to Lady Agnes.

Don't you dare give a message
of any kind to Lady Agnes! Persie...

You're not well.

You can give a message to Hallam.

Do you really believe
you'll never write again?

The secret house would be
the perfect place to try.

I did my best work on The Golden
Blaze when I was miserable.

After you left.

After you decided
to stay with Edmund.

I'll never be so unhappy again.

With you just a walk away
through the woods.

A walk away...?

It doesn't happen like this
in penny novelettes.

She was highly experienced.

She washed her hands
with carbolic soap.

In fact, one way or another,
there was quite a lot of carbolic soap involved.

For God's sake, Persie!
I'm ringing for a doctor.

I've broken the law, Hallam!

She said it would just come away.

And what if it doesn't? I'll be
in frightful trouble, won't I?

No, No! You mean to keep me
in the woods, like a tame fox?

Like some sort of mistress?

Blanche, I can't understand
what you're so upset about.

I'll be in the main house with the
family and I'd visit all the time.

I could stay with you
for days on end!

It'd be like today and yesterday,
but it would last for years!

And you'd be happy?

Mundy would be happy.

And what, precisely,
does that signify?

He wouldn't divorce me.
I have three children, Blanche!

I didn't just find them
under hedges! I made them. With him.

They're more his than they are mine.
If we divorced, I'd lose them.

You're in thrall to him.

No. I love him.

I love you.

And if I can only have part
of each of you... No, Portia.

We can each only have a part of you.

But that's the beauty
of incomplete things.

Isn't it?

Did Friedrich speak kindly of me?

Not really.

Is it feeble of me
to wish that he had?

Everyone wants to be
thought well of.

Do you?

When I was at prep school...

I won the prize
for Most Helpful Boy In The House.

At least, I shared it,
with a boy called Franklin Minor.

What did you win?

A box of Huntley and Palmer's
Afternoon Tea biscuits.

We decided we would split
the prize in two.

Franklin Minor got the biscuits,
and I got the box.

And I was glad...
because I knew it would last longer.

I used to keep it
on our dressing table,

with my brushes in.

Cufflinks.

But Agnes never could
embrace its charms and...

one day I came home
and it was gone.

Replaced by a smart
leather caddy from Hermes.

You'll have to be the
Most Helpful Boy In The House again

and take me to the bathroom.

Persie?

Do you need me to come in?

Persie?

Is it over?

Yes.

Ssh, it's all right. It's all right.

Careful.

Pamela, go up to Nanny,
there's a good girl.

I'm sorry, Blanche,
should I leave you alone?

I am alone.

No, you're not.

Yes, she suffered a miscarriage.

In the small hours.

I'd like the doctor to attend her.

Thank you.

I thought I'd wait, sir.

Thank you, Spargo.

We'll say the flight was delayed.

You rang, your Ladyship?

Miss Pamela will be
dressing for dinner this evening.

She has a new gown,
which will require ironing,

if you would be so kind.

Of course, your Ladyship.

Would Miss Pamela be needing help
with her hair?

If you can spare the time.

Eunice and I have been thinking,
your Ladyship,

and we don't like to think
that we've let you down

by dropping out of the troupe for
Hyde Park. Beryl... It's wrong,

and you did what was right by us.

We'll do it. Although you'll have
to make allowances for Eunice.

I shall always make allowances
for Eunice.

Thank you.

'A meeting has taken place
this morning between Herr Hitler

'and the Czechoslovakian
President Emil Hacha.

'President Hacha has since agreed to
the free movement of German troops

'within Czechoslovakia.'

Well, it'll knock Dr Mottershead
out of the headlines.

'It is believed that German troops
have already entered several Czech provinces.

'The move has been
denounced as an audacious gesture

'on the part of Herr Hitler,

'and one that might be
seen as leading Europe

'one step further towards war.

'Meanwhile, in the capital,

'preparations are under way
for a display of perfect womanhood.

'Tomorrow evening, Hyde Park will
play host to a torchlight rally

'of the Women's League
of Health and Beauty.'

Happy Birthday, Johnny.

Military training.

You're scared.

Yeah.

The world's going to hell,
but as long as you save Persie. Don't tease me.

I've a model coming over to take
pictures for the advertising.

You're infatuated with him.

He's the sort of man who wouldn't
forbid me anything.

Two tickets in the stalls
and some butterscotch.

How do you allow yourself to be
robbed of all your opinions?

I'm a servant,
and before that, I'm a man.

Then you have no place downstairs.

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