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[Clock chimes]

I fancy it's time.

Edward, Ruby.

[Woman clears throat]

Ready, Edward? - Yes.

Very well, Ruby.

HUDSON: Right, Edward.

- Oh, Daisy! - What have you done, girl?

ROSE: Mr. Hudson, shall I switch the light off?

HUDSON: No, no, no, it's all right, Rose.

Is it properly down this time, Daisy?

DAISY: Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Oh, Ruby, what was you thinking of?

If anybody'd seen that,

they would of thought we was a nest of spies.

RUBY: I'm sorry, Mrs. Bridges, it came off in me hand.

HUDSON: No, never mind, my girl.

Never mind. There's no harm done.

MRS. BRIDGES: Stop that noise and go and see about the tea.

RUBY: Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES; Oh, that girl!

We ought to send her to fight for the Kaiser.

The war would soon be over then.

[Laughter]

ROSE: I'm glad we used this green stuff.

Won't be able to see a thing through it.

HUDSON: Ah, possibly.

We'll need to put drawing pins in at the side.

No inadvertent chinks.

That is to be the motto in this household.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson. - Yes, Mr. Hudson.

EDWARD: Mr. Hudson, you don't seriously think

that the zeppelins are going to get as far as London, do you?

Well, if they do, I'm going to climb up the string

and stick a hat pin in them.

And if the Kaiser comes over,

I'll stick a hat pin in him, too.

Quite right, Mrs. Bridges.

Though, strictly speaking, I don't believe

the zeppelins have got strings attached.

Rose, Edward, Daisy,

we will now go and draw the curtains upstairs.

Come on, look sharp now.

RICHARD: Georgina didn't come in to tea.

HAZEL: No.

Billy Linton's on leave.

She's gone to a "th� dansant" with him.

RICHARD: Oh, I suppose

that extraordinary form of entertainment

will become more popular than ever now.

With all the street lamps turned out,

people will want to get home early.

HAZEL: I doubt if Georgina will.

RICHARD: Hmm.

HAZEL: Yes, Hudson?

If we might draw the curtains, madam?

RICHARD: Rather early, isn't it?

I thought we'd better make sure

that the blackout is in order, sir, since I understand

that the street lamps are not going to be lit tonight.

RICHARD: I see.

HAZEL: Very well, Hudson.

I trust we're not offending

against the defence of the realm.

HUDSON: I will send Edward outside, sir,

to make sure that there are no chinks.

HAZEL: Ah.

There's another one done.

I do hate sewing curtains.

I must try and get hold of some more black material

for the spare room curtains.

RICHARD: Spare room? Are you expecting visitors?

Not really.

Prudence wants to hold her committee meeting here tomorrow.

RICHARD: Committee?

HAZEL: Her Belgian refugee committee.

RICHARD: Now, Hazel, you're --

You know, I passed two smartly dressed women

in whitehall yesterday, and one said to the other,

"Have you got your Belgian refugees yet?"

As if it was a new fashion in house furnishing.

HAZEL: But if they have nowhere to go, Richard.

RICHARD: Hazel, no more committees.

You've taken on too much already.

HAZEL: Oh, I haven't really.

Anyway, I prefer to be kept busy.

RICHARD: I know.

HAZEL: Do you suppose James was at Mons?

Yes, it does seem likely.

I wish he could write more often.

Oh, I expect we shall hear before long.

Things are bad, aren't they?

Quite serious.

If the Belgians give up Antwerp without a fight,

the Germans will drive straight through to the coast.

That would mean a German invasion?

Well, it will certainly bring the possibility

a great deal closer.

If only I could take some active part in it all.

HAZEL: You have a voice in Parliament.

RICHARD: Oh, yes, to criticize Asquith

for his conduct of the war which is necessary, I suppose,

but which hardly seems patriotic.

Or even particularly effective.

Anyway, don't let Prudence talk you into anything.

HAZEL: I won't.

EDWARD: But they were sweeping snow out of the carriages

in Edinburgh, Mr. Hudson.

HUDSON: I daresay they were, Edward,

but it was not snow off the boots of Russian soldiers.

EDWARD: But I was talking to this friend of mine

in the Crown & Anchor --

HUDSON: Was he there himself?

EDWARD: Well, no, but he was talking to a friend

who knew one of the porters.

HUDSON: I daresay.

RUBY: And there was that ruble they found

in the pen in the slot machine near Durham.

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby, have you been gossiping

with that butcher's boy again?

Now go and fetch their plates.

Come along, everybody.

We've got a nice bit of haddock for our high tea today.

Don't let it spoil.

Edward, put that paper away.

ROSE: But, Mr. Hudson, how comes this then --

if it isn't true, how does it get put about?

I mean it's in the paper clear as daylight.

90,000 Russian soldiers

passing through England on their way to France.

90,000!

HUDSON: I mentioned the matter to the master,

and he said it was 90,000 eggs.

EDWARD: Eggs?

HUDSON: A cable was sent which read,

"90,000 dispatched from Archangel,"

but it was not soldiers, it was eggs.

[Laughter]

EDWARD: Oh, yeah, Well they might say that.

What, no bacon, Mrs. Bridges?

MRS. BRIDGES: The mistress says we've all got to e-common-ize.

EDWARD: Yeah, that's all very well,

but our keep is part of our wages.

HUDSON: Edward, if the greatest sacrifice we have to make

is to eat haddock without the customary roll of bacon,

we will not have much to complain about.

DAISY: Well, the war will be over by Christmas anyway.

HUDSON: I wouldn't be too sure of that, Daisy.

MRS. BRIDGES: How are things on the war front, Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: Rather grave, Mrs. Bridges, I'm afraid.

The German attack has been halted on the River Marne,

but Paris is still threatened.

And there was a wee hint in The Times today

that the Belgians might not be able to hold Antwerp.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh.

HUDSON: And it would appear that the Russian army

suffered a severe defeat several weeks ago.

MRS. BRIDGES: I don't know why were always fighting

on the same side as them Russians anyway.

Nasty lot of anarchists.

The anarchists, Mrs. Bridges, are exiles, who, in my opinion,

should all be clapped into prison immediately.

But it's only natural that we should be allies

of the Russians, the Tsar being a cousin of our King.

EDWARD: So is the German Kaiser, isn't he, Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: There are misalliances, Edward, in every great family.

DAISY: Well, I don't care what happens

as long as Eddie don't get mixed up in it.

ROSE: He may have to, Daisy.

RUBY: Like Lord Kitchener said, his country needs him.

MRS. BRIDGES: Hold your tongue, Ruby.

If this here prescription comes in,

that'll be quite time enough for Edward to go.

HUDSON: I trust that, should the need arise,

every true Briton will enlist

Without the need of conscription, Mrs. Bridges.

But, in my opinion, that time has not yet come.

DAISY: I hope it never will.

HUDSON: We shall see, Daisy.

For the moment, Edward's duty lies here.

Ruby, pepper, please.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: And I said to Connie Hardcourt,

"I cannot understand these people."

And, naturally, one keeps one's butler and chauffeur,

and for the sake of the horses,

one cannot part with one's grooms.

Now, I thought we should have sent our under-gamekeepers,

but Henry said the poachers would become so tiresome.

PRUDENCE: Well, your husband

is a justice of the peace, isn't he?

Perhaps he could sentence the poachers

to enlist immediately.

It's no laughing matter, Prudence.

We have sent seven servants from our townhouse alone.

And yet here are all these people

with their houses full of able-bodied men

and refusing to part with them.

How old do you suppose the butler is here?

PRUDENCE: Hudson?

Oh, he must be at least --

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: I shall have a word with Mrs. Bellamy.

She comes from Wimbledon, I believe.

Oh, this war is going to be a boon to the middle classes.

What with the committees and sewing parties

and nobody being too particular,

they are going to get in everywhere.

Where is Mrs. Bellamy?

PRUDENCE: Well, Hudson said she'd gone shopping, but --

HAZEL: I am sorry.

PRUDENCE: Ah, Hazel, dear.

HAZEL: Oh.

PRUDENCE: My dear, I don't think you've met Lady Berkhamstead.

HAZEL: How do you do?

I would have been here sooner,

but on my way back,

there was a woman sitting on the doorstep.

PRUDENCE: What, of this house?

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: A drunk, I suppose.

HAZEL: No. She was a charwoman.

PRUDENCE: A charwoman?

Surely you could have left it to the servants to --

HAZEL: She got a telegram before she left home this morning,

saying that her husband had been killed in France.

PRUDENCE: Oh.

Well, she came to Eaton Square as usual,

but on the way home, it came to her.

She got as far as here,

and then...

like suddenly being drowned in grief.

I touched her,

I spoke to her, and she didn't hear me.

I've never seen anyone crying quite so dreadfully.

PRUDENCE: It's very distressing.

HAZEL: Well, I-- I couldn't just leave her.

Mrs. Bridges is giving her some tea in the kitchen.

Well, I think you were quite right

to get her off the street.

You know, really, these people have absolutely no self-control.

Personally, I agree with Mrs. Edward Littleton.

Mourning should not be allowed.

People should be proud to feel

that they have given their nearest and dearest

in their country's cause.

Well, perhaps she'll feel that later.

Naturally, at first, she's, uh...

Well, shall we set to work for our gallant Belgian refugees?

LADY BERKHAMSTEADZ: Mm-hmm.

PRUDENCE: Lady Hardcastle was so sorry she couldn't be here.

She has her own committee meeting this morning.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: Connie would have a committee of her own.

EDWARD: Would you care for coffee to be served, madam?

HAZEL: Yes, please, Edward.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: How old are you?

Me?

I'm 25, madam -- my lady.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: And you are not married?

EDWARD: No, my lady.

LADY BERKHAIVISTEAD: Mrs. Bellamy,

you really will have to think of sending him to enlist.

We all have to make sacrifices, you know,

and it is up to people like us to set an example to the others.

HAZEL: Yes. Thank you, Edward.

PRUDENCE: Well, Mrs. Arthur Harrower

is willing to serve on the committee.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: Oh, not Mrs. Harrower.

A more tiresome, encroaching woman I have yet to meet.

PRUDENCE: Yes but she has that large house,

and she's willing to take two Belgian families.

Oh, well, certainly.

I have no objection to her doing that.

Well?

You've taken long enough.

EDWARD: What?

ROSE: Do they want coffee?

EDWARD: Oh, yeah, yeah.

ROSE: Oh. Come on.

The poor creatures are coming over in fishing boats,

dredgers, even colliers, anything to get away.

Most of them have left all their possessions behind

and have only what they stand up in.

It's too tragic.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: Mm. Dreadful.

HAZEL: How many are there?

PRUDENCE: Well, they say 5,000 at least.

And if the German advance continues,

we can expect twice that number.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: Oh, good heavens,

where are we going to put them all?

PRUDENCE: Well, there are reception centres, of course.

There's a large one at Wandsworth,

but they can't stay there.

More arriving all the time. Oh, thank you, Edward.

Of course, many of them are just simple peasants,

and the best thing would be to send them

straight out into the country onto farms

or big estates where they can work on the land.

Mm, well, Henry has some cottages at Braokley.

I daresay he could put them in there,

temporarily of course.

PRUDENCE: Oh, that would be excellent.

And then we must draw up a list of friends

who are ready to take in

the better-class Belgian into their home.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: Well, I should have thought

the better-class Belgian

would have relatives in England with whom they could stay.

PRUDENCE: Oh, my dear Violet, not all of them.

Angela Carstairs was telling me the most tragic tale yesterday

of a count and countess who fled from their chateau

with all their children,

arrived at the reception centre absolutely penniless.

She'd even left her jewels behind.

Well, I mean, we must do something for people like that.

Now, Hazel dear, how many can you take?

HAZEL: I would like to do what I can,

but I shan't have much time to look after them

and I -- I don't want it all to fall on the servants.

LADY BERKHAMSTEAD: Mrs. Bellamy,

we can hardly sit on committees like these

asking other people to help the war effort

unless we are prepared to do something ourselves.

HAZEL: Yes, of course.

I expect we can take one family.

DAISY: I wonder what they'll be like.

ROSE: I read a book once, one of Miss Lizzie's.

It was called The Scarlet Pirnpernel,

and it was all about this gallant Englishman

what saved the aristos.

DAISY: Ari-what?

ROSE: Aristos.

That's French for lords and ladies.

DAISY; Oh.

Here, ours are Belgian aristos, aren't they?

ROSE: That's right.

Yes, this one will do.

It's got Lady Marjorie's monogram on it.

DAISY: Oh, where? Oh, yeah.

ROSE: We used to do them at Southwold.

MRS. BRIDGES: Yes.

I think I'll give them my stuffed hare.

Do we know how many to expect, madam?

Well, Lady Prudence said

she'd try not to make it more than three.

That might be a mother and father and one child

or a mother and two children.

I've ordered the spare room to be got ready, madam,

and Rose is putting a cot

and a small bed into the nursery.

HAZEL: Oh, that's splendid.

GEORGINA: Good morning.

HAZEL: Did you enjoy yourself last night?

GEORGINA: Oh, yes.

Billy said it was the last opulent evening before going off

to the dreadful rigors of camp in darkest Kent.

I thought I'd go and stay with the Foxbredens for a few days,

and then I could see him.

HAZEL: In camp?

GEORGINA: He says he can come over for dinner

when he's tucked the men up in bed.

HAZEL: I see.

Uncle Richard says we're going to have some Belgian refugees.

What fun.

HAZEL: Yes.

Oh, Hudson, I wondered if there were any toys in the house.

Yes, madam.

There are some in the nursery cupboard

which belonged to Miss Elizabeth and Captain James.

Good, I'll go through them.

GEORGINA: I'll do it if you like, Hazel.

HAZEL: Oh, would you? Thank you, Georgina.

GEORGINA: Shall I do it now?

HAZEL: Is that all right, Hudson?

Certainly, madam.

I will send Daisy up to help you, Miss Georgina.

GEORGINA: Thank you, Hudson.

HUDSON: Will there be anything further, madam?

Yes.

Hudson, do you happen to know if Edward is thinking of enlisting?

HUDSON: Edward?

Oh, certainly not, madam.

I have explained to Edward that the time may come

when it would be right for him to enlist,

but that for the moment, his duty lies here,

especially just now.

HAZEL: Yes. That's what I thought.

- Is that the post, Edward? - Yes, sir.

RICHARD: It gets later every day.

Oh, Hudson, I'll be lunching out but dining at home.

HUDSON: Very good, sir.

Edward!

EDWARD: Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: What were you thinking of,

putting the letters into the master's hand

instead of presenting them on a salver?

EDWARD: But I was gonna put them on the salver, Mr. Hudson,

but I didn't have time.

HUDSON: We are not going to get slapdash in our ways

just because there's a war on.

Nothing from James, I'm afraid.

If there had been bad news, we should have heard.

HAZEL: Yes.

RICHARD: Well, you're getting your Belgian refugees after all.

HAZEL: I am sorry, Richard.

RICHARD: My dear, you did what you thought was right.

If you hadn't, it wouldn't have been you.

HAZEL: I'm afraid it isn't quite

as simple as that.

Oh, I do feel sorry for them,

but I think perhaps it was much more

wanting to show that we were as patriotic as Lady Berkhamstead.

Anyway, you made the right decision.

These people are our allies.

They've suffered terribly.

The least we can do is take them into our house

and do what we can for them.

ROSE: Miss Lizzie never was much of a one for dolls,

so someone might as well get the use of her.

DAISY: If it's a little boy, he can play with this.

ROSE: Yeah.

DAISY: Here, Eddie, look. Haven't they come up lovely?

EDWARD: All this fuss over a load of bloomin' foreigners.

Why can't they stay Where they belong?

ROSE: Edward, how could you?

I bet if your country was overrun by a brutal invader,

you'd be grateful for a few kind words.

EDWARD: It'll all come back on us, you know,

all the extra work.

If you ask me, the mistress should have consulted us first.

[Sighs] I do wish you were going to be here tomorrow.

I only speak schoolroom French.

Won't Uncle Richard be here?

HAZEL: No. He has a meeting at his club.

RICHARD: Well, I'll -- I'll try and get home early.

Anyway, they probably speak perfect English.

How does Billy like the Naval Brigade?

GEORGINA: He says it's simply splendid.

There are so many Wonderful people in it --

Ock Asquith, Rupert Brooke, and Denis Brown.

Oh, and it's so exciting.

Winston Churchill has promised them

that if things get really bad in Belgium,

he's going to rush them over to hold the line.

Of course, it's a great secret.

Well, if it was such a great secret,

he shouldn't have told you.

GEORGINA: Oh, he knew I wouldn't tell anyone.

You told us.

But that's different.

RICHARD: Well, I know the Naval Brigade is Winston's pet force,

but I can't believe that even he would send

completely untrained troops into the front line.

GEORGINA: Yes, Uncle Richard, he's promised them faithfully.

Billy was afraid the war would be over before Christmas,

and then he'd never see any fighting.

But now he'll be in action before anyone.

Isn't it splendid?

RICHARD: Yes, Edward?

The cab's here, sir, for Miss Georgina.

GEORGINA: Thank you, Edward.

I must rush, or I'll miss my train.

Goodbye, Uncle Richard,

and don't work too hard while I'm away.

HAZEL: Send me a postcard

and let me know when you'll be back.

GEORGINA: I will.

[Door closes]

Did you put writing paper in the bedroom, Edward?

Did you put writing paper in the bedroom, Edward?

EDWARD: Yes, Mr. Hudson.

DAISY: And the mistress put flowers in the bedroom

and the nursery, too, to cheer 'em up.

HUDSON: Quite right, Daisy.

After all they've been through,

it is our task to make them feel at home.

EDWARD: Well, there's not much point

in us all being here, is there, Mr. Hudson?

I mean, I shouldn't think there'd be much luggage.

HUDSON: Maybe not, Edward.

But even if they arrive at our door destitute,

they are our guests, and we shall behave towards them

as we do to all guests in this house.

EDWARD: Yes, Mr. Hudson.

[Doorbell rings]

WOMAN: Mr. Bellamy?

HUDSON: This is Mr. Bellamy's house.

Oh, good. Your refugees.

Chargon -- one, two, three, four, five.

Good evening.

The, uh --

the Belgian visitors, madam.

Yes.

Vous etes. .. (You are)

Vous etes bienvenue. (You are welcome)

Entrez. (Come in)

Entrez, madame, s'il vous plait. (Come in please, Madam)

Et madame. (...you too madam)

Allez. (Go on)

Entrez, monsieur. (come in sir)

ROSE: [Whispering] Mr. Hudson, where are we going to put 'em?

HUDSON: I don't know, Rose.

We'd better serve tea, then ask the mistress

for orders as to sleeping accommodation.

Edward.

ROSE: Daisy, go and put them toys away.

And lock the toy cupboard.

DAISY: Yes.

ROSE: Um...

Would you like to put that on the floor?

Here!

Wasn't going to steal it, you know.

Rose! - Sorry, Mr. Hudson.

HAZEL: Rose, I expect it's all she has in the world.

She just wants to hold onto it.

ROSE: Yes, madam. I'll get another cup.

HAZEL: Shall I take her?

Uh, a moi. (Uh, Give to me...)

So.

There.

Mangez? (Would you llike to eat?)

ROSE: Oh, um...

madam?

Wouldn't put the little girl on your lap if I was you.

HAZEL: Oh, why not, Rose?

Oh, I see.

Why not put it on the floor?

Um, ici. (sit over here...)

There.

Perhaps when she's had something to eat and a glass of milk,

Daisy, you could run her a bath with some carbolic in it.

Yes, madam, I think she'd better.

[Hazel speaking French]

HUDSON: I should put the milk and sugar in, Rose.

The Belgian lady doesn't seem to understand.

ROSE: Oh.

HAZEL: Don't scratch.

Mangez. (have some food)

Oui, madame. (yes madam)

Et bon. (its good)

Oui... yes

[Man speaks French]

[Woman coughing]

[Loud chatter]

RICHARD: What on earth is going on?

- Oh, sir -- - Hudson.

HUDSON: The Belgian visitors, sir,

they're not quite what we expected, and...

[Shouting in French]

HUDSON: Please.

HAZEL: Daisy, do you think --

RICHARD: My dear Hazel, what the de--

HAZEL: Richard, I can't make them understand.

[All shouting]

Silence!

Edward, put him down.

Attendez ici ! (wait here!)

Hazel.

Richard.

The children are crawling with lice.

And the others, too, for all I know.

Now, their rooms are ready for them upstairs,

but I wanted them to have baths first so they'd all be lovely --

Upstairs? That's out of the question!

They're Belgian peasants.

I can't imagine who put them

into the morning room in the first place.

HAZEL: Well, what are we to do with them?

RICHARD: Well, obviously, they must go down to the kitchen

and be looked after there.

Now, you see to it, Hudson.

HUDSON: Very good, sir.

RICHARD: This place is like a beer garden.

In almost 30 years, I've never...

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby, get that carbolic off my table.

Oh!

Pardon.

Oh.

DAISY: Here, Ruby.

HUDSON: Edward.

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby.

Come and help me with these mashed potatoes.

RUBY: Coming, Mrs. Bridges.

ROSE: Right. There we are.

Oh.

Right.

Now, you -- bath.

Come on.

[Man speaking French]

ROSE: Here! come here!

HUDSON: Now stop it. Stop, stop.

[Bell ringing]

Edward, here, you take him.

EDWARD: Not 'til he's taken his boots off.

I'm black and blue already.

- Edward! - Mr. Hudson!

Come on take your b-- Ouch!

ROSE: He's filthy!

RICHARD: Another one?

HAZEL: No.

Do you think there will be an invasion?

RICHARD: Oh, I don't know.

There's a cabinet meeting tonight.

We shall know more about it tomorrow.

HAZEL: I wonder how they're getting on downstairs.

RICHARD: Oh, I expect they're managing all right.

Hudson, are we getting any dinner?

HUDSON: Yes, sir, I-- I think Mrs. Bridges

is very nearly ready.

Hudson, is everything all right?

HUDSON: I expect things will settle down shortly, madam.

But what happens if I want to change my shirt?

ROSE: Oh, too late to worry about that now.

MRS. BRIDGES: Now, come on, get this bath out of my way.

I want to dish up the dinner.

ROSE: Now then, after dinner, you -- bath.

You -- bath after dinner.

You and you and you.

[All shouting]

We can't force them to bath if they don't want to.

EDWARD: No, but we still have to live with them.

Mr. Hudson, we haven't had our pudding yet.

No, no. No, smoking.

Defence de fumer. (No smoking)

[Stamps out tobacco, spits]

Well!

[Gasps] Mrs. Bridges!

[Belgians conversing in French] (No English translations present on disc)

HUDSON: Excuse me.

[Belgians conversing continues in French] (No English translations present on disc)

Why don't you shut up?!

[Speaking French]

WOMAN: Shh! Shh!

[Screaming]

What was all that about?

HAZEL: Daisy.

She thinks she's caught lice from the Belgians.

RICHARD: Lice?

How very unpleasant for her.

Presumably, they know how to deal with it?

HAZEL: Yes.

But if you'd come from a slum

and thought you'd left all that behind you, you...

Yes. Yes, I see.

[Snoring]

It's not right, Mr. Hudson.

The mistress should have consulted us

before sending them down here.

EDWARD: Well, I say charity begins at home.

ROSE: So do I.

We never get any time to ourselves anymore,

clearing up after them.

We don't even get our meals in peace!

MRS. BRIDGES: I wouldn't mind if they was grateful.

But they're not.

HUDSON: It is a very trying situation, certainly,

but I don't quite see what we can do about it.

- We could all walk out. Daisy.

DAISY: We could. we could all give notice in together.

Now wait a minute, Daisy, don't be too hasty.

Well Mr. Hudson, I think the mistress should be told.

It's them or us.

ROSE: Yes.

PRUDENCE: I cannot think how it happened.

Dolly Playfair had the most charming couple in her house,

cousins of King Albert and two delightful little girls.

RICHARD: Well, we did not have delightful girls, Prudence,

or cousins of King Albert's.

We are housing a family

of surly, ungrateful Belgian peasants

who, incidentally, were infested with lice.

PRUDENCE: Oh, dear, I am most dreadfully sorry.

I'll see what I can do.

Oh, by the way,

have you seen this leaflet?

RICHARD: Gracious me, whatever next?

HAZEL: What is it?

RICHARD: "Have you an able bodied man serving you

who, at this moment, should be serving your King and country?

Have you a man serving at your table

who should be serving a gun?"

Where on earth did you get this?

PRUDENCE: They're being distributed by volunteers

to all the better houses in London.

Violet Berkhamstead's behind it.

RICHARD: [Chuckles] Very unpleasant and quite absurd.

PRUDENCE: Have you thought of sending Edward?

RICHARD: No, certainly not.

PRUDENCE: Well, don't you think you should?

You know, you cannot be too careful in your position.

RICHARD: In my position?

PRUDENCE: As a member of Parliament.

RICHARD: I hardly think that a mob of enthusiastic

but totally untrained recruits is going to halt the advance

of a highly mechanized German army.

I'm not saying he'll be any use, Richard.

I'm merely saying you should send him.

Goodbye, Hazel, my dear.

And about those Belgians of yours,

I really will see what I can do.

- Goodbye, Prudence. - Goodbye, Richard.

Ah, thank you, Edward.

[Door closes]

Why can't they use the airer?

RUBY: I did try to tell them about it, Mrs. Bridges,

but they didn't seem to understand.

MRS. BRIDGES: Don't understand anything.

If you ask me, they're half-witted.

Oh, no, not again!

No fumer in my kitchen! No!

MAN: Pardon, madame.

MRS. BRIDGES: Might just as well talk to a brick wall.

Ruby, fetch me the jam.

RUBY: It's on the table, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby, I said fetch me the jam.

RUBY: It's on the table, Mrs. --

Oh, Mrs. Bridges, look!

MRS. BRIDGES; Oh!

You witty boy! Come out of there!

Come out! Come out, I say!

Oh, I'll give you such a hiding.

GO -- Oh!

[Man laughing]

Oh!

That's done it!

RUBY: Where you off to, Mrs. Bridges?

MRS. BRIDGES: I'm going upstairs to see the mistress.

RUBY: I'll go and get your apron.

MRS. BRIDGES: I shan't need a clean apron.

They're dirty, they're rude,

and it's more than flesh and blood can stand.

HAZEL: Mrs. Bridges,

Miss Georgina comes back this evening.

She went to school in Switzerland.

She'll be able to talk to them and make them understand

they must behave themselves.

MRS. BRIDGES: It's not a matter of understanding, madam.

It's my kitchen!

And either they go or I do.

[Door slams]

GEORGINA: Such a funny thing happened

GEORGINA: Such a funny thing happened

when we were waiting for the train.

Tommy saw one of the grooms and said,

"Hello, Parsons, what are you doing here?"

And the man said, "I've joined up, sir.

I'm going off to fight the Belgians."

He'd got it wrong, you see.

HAZEL: Oh, but that's terrible.

GEORGINA: Terrible?

HAZEL: Well, to go off to fight and maybe be killed

and not know why.

GEORGINA: Well, I expect he'd find out later.

I shan't know what to say to them.

HAZEL: Oh, do your best.

[Belgians muttering]

GEORGINA: Good evening.

I came to see...

Good evening, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Good evening, Miss Georgina.

- Bon soir. - Bon soir.

GEORGINA: Moi, je suis Mademoiselle Worsley, (I am Miss Worsley)

l'annesse de Madame Bellamy.

Madame...

Oh, Madame Chargon, c'est moi.

GEORGINA: Madame Chargon.

MADAME CHARGON: Ca c'est ma belle soeure, Madame Huguot.

GEORGINA: Madame Huguot.

MADAME CHARGON: Et sa c'est mon pere, Monsieur Chargon.

GEORGINA: Monsieur Chargon.

[Madame Chargon speaking French]

GEORGINA: Voici, Madame Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Pleased to meet you.

GEORGINA: Monsieur Edward, Monsieur Hudson.

HUDSON: How do you do, monsieur?

GEORGINA: Mademoiselle Daisy,

Mademoiselle Rose, et Mademoiselle Ruby.

- Bon soir. - Bon soir.

- Assez vous - Merci, merci.

MADAME CHARGON: Merci.

MRS. BRIDGES: Miss Georgina,

would you please ask them why,

when we give them a nice cup of tea,

they spit it out on the ground?

GEORGINA: Oh, I think I know that, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: You do?

GEORGINA: Well, you see, Belgian people

consider tea to be a sort of drug.

They would think you were trying to poison them.

MRS. BRIDGES: Poison!

What do they like to drink then?

GEORGINA: Coffee.

Vous aimez la caf� ?

[All speaking French]

MRS. BRIDGES: Suppose we could give them coffee.

We don't usually serve it downstairs.

HUDSON: Perhaps you could order a bottle of Camp Coffee,

Mrs. Bridges, that's not too dear.

MRS. BRIDGES: I suppose they don't like cocoa?

GEORGINA Aimez vous la chocolat?

Oh, chocolat, oui!

[Madame Huguot speaks French]

GEORGINA: They say they love cocoa and the children do, too,

but they're afraid it's rather expensive.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, I expect we could run to that

if it's what they really like.

ROSE: Miss Georgina.

Ask 'em why they never take a bath.

DAISY: Yeah, ask 'em that.

Oh, I couldn't possibly.

[Madame Chargon speaks French]

DAISY: We bathed the children, and we told the others

they could have a bath after dinner, but they wouldn't.

ROSE: No, and look at 'em. They're filthy.

Yes, all they do is have a lick and a promise in my scullery.

GEORGINA: Well perhaps that's all that they --

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

[Georgina speaking French]

[Belgians speaking French]

GEORGINA: They said you wanted them

to take a bath in front of everyone.

ROSE: Oh, not in front of everybody.

GEORGINA: Well, they said you put the bath out

and told them to get into it, but they couldn't --

ROSE: No, not in front of everybody.

I said after dinner.

After...dinner,

you...get in the bath.

We...go

and a screen would be put around and when...

Not in front of everybody.

MRS. BRIDGES: I should think not, indeed.

I was in the middle of dishing up the dinner.

[Georgina speaking French]

Oh!

[Belgians speaking French]

[Laughter]

RUBY: Well, then ask them why they all laughed

when the little boy spilt the jam.

MRS. BRIDGES: Shh! Be quiet, Ruby.

HAZEL: No, Mrs. Bridges.

Let Ruby ask what she wants to.

Sit down, Mrs. Bridges, Daisy.

Bon soir.

BELGIANS: Bon soir, madame.

HAZEL: Go on, Ruby.

Well, the little boy stole a pot of jam, Miss Georgina,

and dropped it on the floor, and they all laughed.

[Georgina speaking French]

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

[Georgina speaks French]

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

GEORGINA: They say they were glad

because it was the first time they'd seen Jean-Paul

get into mischief since he saw his father shot.

ROSE: Shot?

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

GEORGINA: Pourquoi? (Why?)

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

The Germans

took all the able-bodied men in the village,

stood them against a wall, and shot them

as a punishment for resisting the German advance.

Madame Chargon's husband was lame, but they still shot him.

Votre marie?

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

She says her husband was killed in the fighting in August.

And her son, too.

He was in the army although he was only 16.

EDWARD: Only 16?

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

GEORGINA: They knew the Germans

were burning the villages and...

Vioie?

[Madame Huguot speaks French]

Oui, Oui (voicing understanding) Raping the women.

[Speaks French]

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

So they ran away.

Madame Chargon, the children, Madame Huguot and her daughter,

the old man and his wife.

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

Pardon?

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

Some German cavalry rode through them,

and they all ran away.

Afterwards, they couldn't find Monsieur Chargon's wife.

She was lost.

Lost?

[Madame Chargon speaking French]

GEORGINA: They searched everywhere,

but they couldn't find her.

The road was being bombarded, so they had to go on

without her for the sake of the children.

That would be the old gentleman's wife, Miss Georgina.

And didn't they ever find her?

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

The airplanes came again and dropped more bombs.

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

GEORGINA: Pardon?

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

Madame Huguot was lying in a ditch by the side of the road.

[Madame Huguot speaking French]

With her little girl in her arms.

And a bomb fell near, and she was knocked out.

When she came to, her little girl...

[Madame Huguot speaking French, sobbing]

GEORGINA: There was nothing left of her except...

[Madame Huguot sobbing]

I can hardly bear to think of it.

GEORGINA: I don't want to think of it.

What good does it do?

I must change.

HAZEL: Are you going out?

GEORGINA: Tommy Foxbreden wanted me to have dinner with him

and then see him off at the station.

Might as well, it might be rather a lark.

ROSE: Ah, Madam Huguot, you got the ladle, good.

HUGUOT: Oui.

- Put it on the table. - Sur la table, bon.

ROSE: Uh, yes, yes.

And put the condiments, and that's me done, Mr. Hudson.

HUDSON: Monsieur, please. Merci, monsieur.

Ruby, remember what I told you?

RUBY: Oh, uh, yes, Mr. Hudson.

HUDSON: Ah, excellent.

MRS. BRIDGES: A nice beef stew.

And Madam Chargon has made the dumplings.

HUDSON; Ah!

MRS. BRIDGES: Mind you, I don't know what they'll be like.

They don't make them at all the same way as what we do.

HUDSON: Ah, I'm sure they'll taste excellent.

Tres bon.

MONSIEUR CHARGON: Ah.

HUDSON: Pain Fran�ais.

MONSIEUR CHARGON: Pain Belge.

Pain Belge.

I inquired from Miss Georgina and discovered

that in France and Belgium, in farming circles,

it is the privilege of the head of the household

to out the bread for the family.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh.

- Where's Edward? - Well, he ought to be here.

Haven't finished in the dining room yet.

HUDSON: Well, but where is he?

[Belgians speaking French]

MADAME CHARGON: Gone out! Gone out!

DAISY: Gone out!

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, gone out. Oh.

HUDSON: Thank you.

ROSE: Edward, wherever have you been?

HUDSON: Edward?

EDWARD: I've been to join up, Mr. Hudson.

Eddie.

How could you without telling me first?

EDWARD: Well, if I'd have told you first,

you'd have tried to stop me.

DAISY: Yes, I would, and so would Mr. Hudson

and the master if they'd known.

EDWARD: But I don't belong to them, Daisy.

I don't belong to anyone, not even you.

You wouldn't think much of me if I did.

MRS. BRIDGES: You'd better come and sit down

and have your dinner, Edward.

Have some potatoes, Mr. Hudson.

[Clears throat]

Well, you see, Mr. Hudson,

well, everyone kept saying what I ought to do.

I mean, you and the master and Daisy here

saying I shouldn't join up.

Well, there was Lady Berkharnstead

and Lady Prudence and that bit of paper said I should.

And Lord Kitchener.

Well, see, I never did think much of the war.

I mean, to me, it was just a lot of foreigners

bashing each other, but when I heard

about what they were doing over in Belgium, I mean,

well, you can't let people do things like that

and get away with it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson.

I know you've taught me everything I know,

but, well, this time I had to do what I thought was right.

That's what it means, Edward.

EDWARD: Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: That's what belonging to yourself means,

doing what you think is right.

Oh. Oh, yes, Mr. Hudson.

What regiment did you join, my boy?

EDWARD: Oh, the Middlesex, Mr. Hudson, same as my brother.

[Belgians speaking French]

EDWARD: Uh, soldat, moi.

Bang bang?

[Monsieur Chargon speaking French]

[imitates machine gun]

"We have only just heard the news of the fall of Antwerp.

I expect you know more about the war than we do.

Men have been simply splendid.

I believe we won with a few brigades,

retreated from Mons with all our equipment.

Since then, we've seen quite a lot of action.

I expect you can guess where we are."

There's a salient in the German line of advance,

a sort of bulge, a place called Ypres.

I heard the Life Guards had been thrown in as a...

well, to hold it.

"We're getting quite expert at digging trenches.

The weather's awful -- rain and mud everywhere.

I hope we don't get bogged down here for the winter.

Please give my love to Hazel and ask her

to send me out some flea powder and some warm socks.

Best love, James."

I hear you've enlisted, Edward.

- Yes, my lady. - When do you have to go?

EDWARD: Oh, they're going to let me know, my lady.

PRUDENCE: Well done. We must all do what we can.

Lady Prudence, madam.

RICHARD: Hello, Prudence.

PRUDENCE: Good morning, Richard.

HAZEL: Would you like some coffee, Prudence?

PRUDENCE: No, thank you, my dear.

I can't stop for more than a second.

I'm on my way to see Connie Hardcastle.

I really just came round to bring you some good news.

I've managed to get rid of your Belgians for you.

They're sending them off today

to a potato farm in Cambridgeshire.

They'll be able to make themselves useful there,

and they'll feel quite at home.

MRS. BRIDGES: You know, I'm really going to miss them.

WOMAN: They'll be much better in the country.

Come along now, the cab's waiting.

Say goodbye.

MADAME HUGUOT: Au revoir. Au revoir.

HUDSON: Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Goodbye, monsieur. Goodbye and good luck.

- Au revoir. - Good bye, good bye.

- Bye-bye. - Have a good journey.

- Bye. - Goodbye.

[Car starts]

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