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GEORGINA: I'm sorry, Hudson, I forgot my keys.

HUDSON: That's quite all right, miss.

GEORGINA: Come on.

GEORGINA: ls Mrs. Bellamy in?

HUDSON: She's in the morning room, miss.

[Door opens]

- GEORGINA: Hello, Hazel. - Hello.

- Come in. - Thanks.

This is Dennis Kemp of the Royal -- What is it?

The Royal welch Fusiliers.

Mrs. Bellamy, my sort of step-cousin by marriage.

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

We've just been to lunch with Dennis' mother out at Richmond,

and these are from her garden.

- Oh! - They're called Merry widows.

Thank you.

They're beautiful.

GEORGINA: We drove back through Putney, it was lovely.

Lots of people, all looking happy.

And isn't it strange?

Does it mean the war's about to finish?

If it is, all my efforts will be wasted.

Hazel's packing up hundreds of mufflers

and things for the front.

Well, may I have one?

I'm going to the front tomorrow.

Oh, no, these are for the ordinary soldiers, aren't they?

- Yes. - Hazel thinks that officers

can buy their own at Harrods.

Oh, Hudson?

Will you fetch a vase for these?

I'll arrange them myself.

HUDSON: Very good, madam.

And will you get me what you promised?

All right.

Stay here and talk to Hazel.

Do sit down.

Oh, yeah, tell us how they've got women waiters

at the Athenaeum these days.

What ever next?

But Rose waits at tables here, Mrs. Bridges.

- Where's Daisy? - Off at the bakers, Mr. Hudson.

Then be so good as to put water in this vase, Rose,

take it up to the mistress in the morning room.

All right, I'll do it when I finish this.

When you return, Rose.

Household duties must still occasionally take priority

over the army's footwear.

It is socks, I take it?

And balaclava helmets.

RUBY: And comforters.

I was reading this poster.

It said that any woman who by working helps to

release a man for fighting does the nation a war service.

MRS. BRIDGES: Taking brandies and sodas

to old gentlemen in the Athenaeum Club

doesn't sound to me like helping the war service.

RUBY: If it's helping to release

a man for fighting, Mrs. Bridges!

They ain't going to do much fighting in them socks, Ruby.

DENNIS: I've been in charge of men from my regiment

who've come back from the front, wounded at Neuve Chapelle,

convalescing, almost ready to go back now.

Well, you can imagine, I felt rather a fraud.

HAZEL: Did they talk to you of their experiences?

Not much.

I think they knew it was my turn next.

Thank you, Rose.

HAZEL: Will you mind going?

DENNIS: No.

No, it's better now I know for certain.

And I'm lucky -- I've met Georgina.

- Lucky? - Oh, yes.

It makes all the difference having someone in mind.

I'm sure your husband would agree.

- Yes. - Yes.

Yes, it gives a reason to it all.

HAZEL: Have you known each other long?

No.

No, only a very short while.

And naturally, I can't ask anything of her.

But if I do return in one piece...

Well, anyway, she's already scored

a bull's-eye with my mother.

It's an awful likeness, but if you really want it.

DENNIS: Oh, yes, I do.

Thank you.

GEORGINA: Well, shall we have some tea?

DAISY: Well, thank you very much, Mr. Schoenfeld.

You don't know the trouble

we have getting the flour, Daisy.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

It's Daisy, my dear, from Mrs. Bellamy's house.

MRS. SCHOENFELD: You take good care of those loaves, Daisy.

Oh, they're precious nowadays, like gold.

MR. SCHOENFELD: Don't let anyone steal them from you.

DAISY: [Laughing] No.

MRS. SCHOENFELD: With flour so scarce

and no coal for my ovens,

I can only bake two days in the week.

How many loaves did you supply?

MR. SCHOENFELD: Four, my dear, as a favour

to an old customer, Mrs. Bridges.

Oh, I'll tell her.

Here, these ha'penny buns have got smaller.

MR. SCHOENFELD: And dearer. Penny now.

You're very lucky to have them, my dear.

You can't get buns like that anywhere else in London.

DAISY: Oh? And how do you manage, then?

Special methods.

The same way as I get you hot cross buns at Easter.

BOY: I'm back, mother, can I have my tea?

You do not come into this shop when we have customers.

DAISY: Hello, Wilfred.

MR. SCHOENFELD: He wants to join up in the army

at ten years old, I ask you.

Oh, I hope he doesn't have to.

I hope this war's over soon.

MR. SCHOENFELD: Will be, will be, there's no doubt of it.

Already we're pushing Fritz back, eh, Wilfred?

Come along, Wilfred.

He loves playing soldiers.

I give him some for his birthday.

DAISY: It's my birthday next week, next wednesday.

Is it? Then you must have a cake.

I haven't seen a birthday cake for ages.

MR. SCHOENFELD: You will have one.

Leave it for me.

DAISY: Thank you very much, you shouldn't trouble.

MR. SCHOENFELD: How's Edward getting on?

Oh, all right.

I get nice, cheerful letters.

From the front, eh?

No, Codford St. Mary,

his camp on Salisbury Plain.

Tell him to stay there.

Mmm, I will. Bye!

MR. SCHOENFELD: Bye!

[Hoofbeats]

You'd better make our tea, Ruby.

HUDSON: Oh, careful.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, is that my bread?

DAISY: Yes, Mrs. Bridges, and lucky to get any.

Mr. Schoenfeld let us have these as a special favour.

MRS. BRIDGES: Special favour indeed.

I should think so, considering we've been having

bread from him ever since I can remember.

HUDSON: We want no special favours

from Mr. Schoenfeld, thank you.

ROSE: Why ever not, Mr. Hudson?

MRS. BRIDGES: They're very nice people.

Very good tradespeople too.

ROSE: Best bakers 'round here.

DAISY: I like him.

He's always ever so nice and kind to me.

I've watched him since he was a young lad,

when his father first come over here

and opened up the shop.

HUDSON: Exactly, Mrs. Bridges.

Since his father first came over here as

a German refugee from the Franco-Prussian war.

MRS. BRIDGES: I don't think I quite

get your meaning, Mr. Hudson.

ROSE: I do. I read a leaflet.

Mr. Hudson thinks that Mr. Schoenfeld,

being of German origin,

is going to start poisoning the bread.

[Daisy laughs]

This is no laughing matter, I assure you.

Daisy, Rose, as long ago as last August, all enemy aliens

were obliged to register at their nearest police stations.

Enemy aliens?

German people living and working over here, Mrs. Bridges.

And although the government has since seen fit

to intern thousands of them in special places,

many more are still roaming free.

Why?

Because they're cunning.

They change their names.

I read in the papers that a city firm called Seigborg Brothers

changed their names to Curzon Brothers.

And a man called Rosenheim announced in The Times

that he was to be known in future as Rose.

MRS. BRIDGES: But Alfred Schoenfeld

hasn't changed his name.

Why isn't he in one of them special places?

ROSE: 'Cause he's a nationalized Briton

and as patriotic as you or I.

That is not the point, Rose.

Some of you may pronounce it "Schoen-field" for convenience,

but the correct way is Schoenfeld.

The name and the spelling are German.

And believe you me, if his father was still alive,

he would certainly be interned already.

Better off dead, then.

For his own protection as much as anything else.

DAISY: Protection? Who from?

From us or the Germans?

I don't understand that, Mr. Hudson.

MRS. BRIDGES: Yes, you'll have to

explain that to us, Mr. Hudson.

I will gladly, Mrs. Bridges --

ROSE: Excuse me, Mr. Hudson, but I've got work to do.

HUDSON: Well...

- Spies? - DAISY: Yes, miss.

There's been cases of signalmen being overpowered

and trains being sent down the wrong lines

and coming off the rails.

And Germans have been caught on the east coast

signalling to German submarines.

And bombs have been found

in the trunks of German governesses.

[Laughing] Oh, no, that's too much, Daisy.

No, it isn't.

Here, see if these will fit.

GEORGINA: Thank you, Hazel.

Daisy, who's been telling you about German spies?

Mr. Hudson, madam.

He's read about it in the newspapers

and he's told us all to be on our guard.

But I don't see what you could do about it,

Daisy, or what any of us could do.

I've read these stories too, and I think they're exaggerated.

Put it all out of your mind, Daisy.

Yes, I will, madam.

Mr. Hudson says the newspapers don't say enough.

He says they're muzzled like dogs to stop them biting.

Well, I thought the war was going on in France,

but it's not -- it's going on here

right under our noses, and we can't see it.

Will that be everything, miss?

Yes, thank you, Daisy.

And Mr. Hudson says, if you please, madam,

to beware of tennis courts.

Tennis courts?

Yes, madam, and German people's houses,

'cause really he says they're gun platforms.

Yes, well, thank you, Daisy.

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Hudson working up patriotic fervour.

Is that what it is?

Well, enjoy your evening, Georgina.

That young Lieutenant that came this afternoon.

He seemed very charming.

Dennis? Yes, he's very nice.

He's taking me to see La traviata .

HAZEL: Are you going to see him off to the front tomorrow?

GEORGINA: Oh, no, his train goes at 8:00.

He told me not to miss my beauty sleep.

RICHARD: This Dardanelles business

RICHARD: This Dardanelles business

looks more and more like a major blunder on our part,

if these latest reports are to be believed.

HAZEL: Are they?

RICHARD: What?

HAZEL: Are they to be believed?

How much of the truth are the newspapers

telling about anything these days?

Well, it's not always in our best interests

to be told the literal truth.

It could lead to alarm and confusion.

That's why we have a press bureau.

To be selective as to what we may or may not be told?

RICHARD: Yes.

Then propaganda is more important than truth?

The right sort, properly handled, well of course it is.

To keep up public morale.

You must remember that people nowadays rely on

their newspapers more than ever before.

We must make the best use of them.

So fill them up with stories of German atrocity.

Oh, yes, they do go too far sometimes.

It's what people want to read.

It stiffens their determination to defeat the enemy.

I think it's justified.

Richard!

People are being roused by these loathsome stories

to a point of uncontrolled hysteria.

We've got everybody looking for spies under the bed.

It's ludicrous.

You may clear away the coffee, thank you, Rose.

RICHARD: The government's denying rumours

about spies every day.

HAZEL: Nobody believes them. Why should they?

People know they're not being told the truth,

so they believe what their imagination tells them.

And soon they'll start to act stupidly,

through fear and ignorance.

RICHARD: I wonder.

Rose, what do you think about all these spy stories?

I don't believe a word of them, sir.

Not even the ones Hudson's been telling you, Rose?

Hudson?

Well, sir, Mr. Hudson has always had

a bee in his bonnet about spies.

He thought Alfred was a spy.

Alfred was our footman what went to Germany, and...

Yes, I know about Alfred.

Thank you, Rose.

HAZEL: Rose may not believe them, but the others do.

RICHARD: Now, what do you mean?

HAZEL: I think you should know the state of morale

in this house, Richard.

All right, what stories in particular

has Hudson been spreading?

Horrible things!

He reads them in the less reputable newspapers every day.

Huh, then you must have a word with him.

Well, don't you think you should?

He'd take it so much better from you.

No, Hazel, it's up to you.

You're the mistress of the house.

And as this particular issue involves the female servants,

it's your job to speak to him.

Well, I must get off to the House.

Tell Hudson I'll be in for dinner.

Goodbye, my dear.

[Door closes]

[Knocking]

RUBY: Would you like a cup of tea, Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: What?

No, no, thank you.

[Sighs]

Thank you, Daisy.

Oh, you've all done magnificently.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, madam,

anything we can do to help our boys.

Ruby, is this sock or scarf?

RUBY: It's not one of mine, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Mmm, certainly isn't one of mine.

ROSE: And some more of them old magazines.

HAZEL: Oh, thank you, Rose.

ROSE: Right, now, were we going to put

some in for you, Mrs. Bridges?

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, thank you, Rose.

ROSE: There, you can have one there.

Oh, um, that's not for packing, madam.

That's Mr. Hudson's personal.

- HAZEL: Oh, I see. ROSE: Stop reading.

HAZEL: When you've all finished the packing,

would you put the boxes in the front hall?

They'll be collected this evening.

MRS. BRIDGES: Very good, madam.

Ruby, isn't Mr. Hudson coming to have his cup of tea in here?

RUBY: No, Mrs. Bridges, he doesn't want any.

He seems in a funny mood.

MRS. BRIDGES: Still upset about that Dumfries nurse, I expect.

RUBY: What Dumfries nurse?

ROSE: The one that got savaged by a German.

DAISY: Here, that was never true, was it?

You only hear one hundredth part of the atrocities

perpetrated in this war, Daisy.

Me friend says that there's Belgian girls

walking about London with their hands out off.

And there's this factory, just outside Berlin,

where they're melting down dead bodies to make grease for guns.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, be quiet, Ruby!

Pick up that string and tie up your box.

- Hudson. madam.

I know that you have been butler in this house a long time.

HUDSON: madam.

And I am reluctant to criticize your conduct

in the servants hall, which is your own concern.

HUDSON: Yes, madam?

HAZEL: I know this war is upsetting you a great deal.

HUDSON: Indeed, madam, I think we're all upset by it.

Yes.

Hudson, I want to be frank with you.

I heard Daisy

telling Miss Georgina stories of

so-called German spying activities

which she heard from you.

She was recounting them in a way that clearly alarmed her,

probably alarmed Miss Georgina, and certainly alarmed me.

They are alarming stories, madam.

HAZEL: Not in that sense, Hudson.

I was alarmed that you should be spreading these stories which,

for the most part, are not verified.

HUDSON: But madam, the newspapers --

Yes, I know about the newspapers, Hudson.

And certain types of magazine which seem to be circulating,

printing stories and pictures that some people want to see.

For example, that Scottish nurse

that was supposed to be tortured in Belgium.

You mean Nurse Hume?

HAZEL: Yes.

It was proved that her sister invented the story.

Yes, Nurse Hume did volunteer for service,

but she never in fact left Huddersfield.

HUDSON: That was later reported, but...

But you don't believe it!

Hudson, don't you see how irresponsible talk

can affect innocent lives?

The Germans are human beings, exactly the same as we are.

If we cannot believe ourselves capable of such horrors,

how can we believe it of them?

The servants have been unsettled by these stories, Hudson,

and I want that to stop.

Do you understand me?

Yes, madam, but you will allow

I can't alter my own feelings,

and I feel strongly that this war is not just being

fought on the battlefields but right here among us.

Of all your alleged spy stories, Hudson,

only one single spy has been caught and convicted,

Carl Hans Lody.

With respect, madam, there was also that barber

on the Caledonian Road.

Yes, you're quite right.

I had forgotten the barber in the Caledonian Road.

I will curb my tongue, madam.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate there are gullible young minds.

- Gullible, yes! - They ought nevertheless

to realize the utter savagery and brutality of those --

those pigs, the Huns, madam.

The are inhuman monsters!

They are human beings, Hudson!

They are no more inclined to cruelty and inhumanity

than we are.

It's lies!

So let us have no more stories of spies

or atrocities in this house.

Do you understand?

If those are your orders, madam.

Yes, Hudson.

HUDSON: "Of all the deeds of infamy done against vessels,

one stands out above all others --

the sinking of the Cunard liner Lusitania.

This great ship, the pride of the Atlantic,

was passing the Old Head of Kinsale on May the 7th

when she fell a victim to a German submarine.

It was just after lunch.

The great liner was steaming on a placid sunlit sea,

mothers and nurses were playing

with their children on the deck,

for there were many children on board.

Suddenly, without warning,

two torpedoes struck, and the liner sank nose-down

in a very short time.

Many hundreds of people were hurled into the sea.

There were no ships near at hand.

Parents held up their children in the water

'til both sank from utter exhaustion.

One mother held her baby above her till rescue came,

but the cold had killed the little one

before they could be taken out of the sea.

Rich and poor, millionaires and labourers,

bravely met their doom.

Close on 1,200 souls perished.

And Germany proclaimed herself by the act

the enemy of the human race."

Monsters.

[Knocking]

MR. SCHOENFELD: Hello, Rose.

Some extra loaves for Mrs. Bridges

and a surprise for Daisy --

a cake for her birthday.

ROSE: Oh, that is kind of you, Mr. Schoenfeld.

Come in and I'll see if I can find a candle for it.

MRS. BRIDGES: Who is it, Rose?

MR. SCHOENFELD: Afternoon, Mrs. Bridges, Mr. Hudson.

MRS. BRIDGES: Afternoon, Mr. Schoenfeld.

- Hello, Daisy. - Hello!

- Many happy returns. - Thank you.

RUBY: Mr. Schoenfeld,

are you wearing that badge because you're a --

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby!

MR. SCHOENFELD: Because I'm what, Ruby?

- Nothing. ROSE: Look what

Mr. Schoenfelds brought for Daisy!

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, now, isn't that fine?

ROSE: Many happy returns of the day, Daisy.

MR. SCHOENFELD: Many happy returns of the day.

ROSE: You'll stay and have a slice, won't you,

Mr. Schoenfeld? Mmm?

Thank you.

This is lovely. I really didn't expect it.

MR. SCHOENFELD: Oh, I always keep a promise.

ROSE: Come on, you're supposed to

blow the candle out first and make a wish.

DAISY: Oh, I know what I wish, I wish Eddie was here.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, don't say it! It won't come true.

MR. SCHOENFELD: I don't know what it will taste like.

DAISY: Sawdust, probably.

MRS. BRIDGES: You ungrateful girl.

Did Mrs. Schoenfeld bake it?

MR. SCHOENFELD: Yes, she did, and I can tell you, Daisy,

she would make a tasty cake out of sawdust.

Well, I would have made one myself,

only Daisy did mention that you had something in mind.

ROSE: Ooh, delicious!

RUBY: Mmm, lovely.

MR. SCHOENFELD: Isn't Mr. Hudson going to have some?

Probably not very hungry.

Here, I haven't given Daisy a bit yet.

Come on, Daisy.

I'm going to give you a bit with a daisy on it.

DAISY: Oh it's a big bit.

MAN: Yes, teeth are all right.

Any serious illness, operations?

No, no, I haven't been in hospital for years, sir.

Oh, my knee, now, I did damage my knee --

MAN: Breathe deeply.

Out.

HUDSON: But that hasn't given me any trouble for a long time.

And as for illness --

MAN: Once again.

And out.

HUDSON: Well, the occasional cold, you know,

but never anything to keep me away from my duties.

- Varicose veins? - No, sir.

MAN: Good. Put your hand over your left eye

and read that notice, will you?

Which notice, sir?

The one over there in front of you,

with the letters on.

E, O, S...

R, V?

Yes.

Now the other one.

E, O, S, V, N --

no, no, no, M --

Oh, I am sorry.

My eyes seem to be a wee bit tired today.

I can read perfectly well normally.

E,O--

You wear spectacles, do you?

Yes, yes, sometimes.

Let me see them, if you have them.

They're a wee bit too strong, these glasses.

I don't really need them as strong as that.

I think that's maybe why my eyes are a bit strained today.

How old did you say you were?

38, sir.

I'm afraid we can't have you.

Not with your eyesight.

The Corporal will give you an exemption card.

Next one, please.

But if everything else is all right, sir,

could I not be considered for an administrative job?

MAN: I'm sorry.

There are other ways of serving your country, you know.

A man of your resourcefulness,

I'm sure you'll find something to do.

The most extraordinary scenes at the House this afternoon.

The stock exchange threw out all brokers of German birth

then marched onto Central Hall Westminster

and demanded the internment of all Germans

living in the country.

HAZEL: They can't do that, it's against the law.

Were they arrested?

No, no, no. The police just stood by.

Well, you can hardly blame them, I suppose.

It is the mood of the country.

It's frightening.

What did Mr. Asquith do?

Nothing. Nowhere to be seen.

Instead they were met by Harry Dalziel.

He's a radical.

He addressed the crowd and told them that

he was convinced there were thousands of Germans

living all over London ready to set fire to the city

if the zeppelins come.

It wasn't the bakers

and the waiters and the barbers that worried him.

It was the people of German birth

in high social and government positions.

He'd have them all behind bars just to make sure.

You don't agree with that, do you?

Oh, no, no, no, of course not.

Most of them are loyal British subjects.

Of course they are.

But there are the dangerous ones.

How do we find them?

Would everyone be so excited if there'd been no Lusitania?

RICHARD: Yes, that act of barbarism

has rebounded on them, thank God.

But I haven't yet told you the main news.

The coalition is now a certainty.

Lloyd George has got his way.

They've sacked Churchill from the Admiralty

and offered it to Arthur Balfour.

[Door opens]

Yes, Rose?

Two gentlemen to see you, sir.

Ah, thank you, Rose.

Could you show them into the study, Rose?

[Knocking]

ROSE: Mr. Hudson?

Oh, where have you been?

The master's been looking for you.

Mr. Bonar Law and Mr. Arthur Balfour is here,

and I had to show them to the study myself.

Oh, my goodness.

Have they been served with tea?

Yes, they have, and Mrs. Bridges sent up

some of them pastries that Mr. Schoenfeld sent round.

MRS. BRIDGES: All right, Rose.

Now then, Mr. Hudson, what we you been up to?

Going off and leaving us like that?

Was it Albert Schoenfeld upset you, was it?

No, no, he didn't upset me.

I wasn't upset, I just, uh...

I just went out for a wee walk, that's all.

Wee walk? where to?

Nowhere.

You can't walk nowhere.

Down to the embankment, that's all, for a breath of air.

I don't believe you.

You've been up to something.

What was it?

HUDSON: If you must know, I went down to

the recruiting office at Scotland Yard.

You never!

Oh, my goodness me.

HUDSON: No, it's all right, you can breathe again.

They wouldn't take me.

I should hope not, indeed, at your age?

There are plenty of men at my age.

You wouldn't last a minute.

Thank you, Mrs. Bridges.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson,

but what ever made you think of such a thing?

The same as makes every decent man think --

the desire to do one's duty for one's country.

The enemy has been repulsed at Ypres.

Lord Kitchener has asked for another 300,000 men

to make the final push for victory.

That may be,

but if we've come down to asking the likes of you,

We're in a pretty sorry state, believe me.

I don't mean no disrespect to you, Angus, you know that.

Well, what can I do, Kate?

I can't knit socks for the troops like you.

What can I do?

I feel of so little value, what with Captain James

and young Edward still in uniform.

Never mind about them.

You're as good a man as they are, in your way.

And as useful, believe me.

We've got to have some men stop in the home.

War's not all fighting, you know,

and you're the one that's always telling us that.

Well, you could join the special constables,

like Mr. Murphy the butcher.

Got turned down for his varicose veins.

Now he's a special constable.

GEORGINA: Oh, Hudson, I've suddenly been asked

to a dance tonight, so I won't be in to dinner after all.

If you could let Mrs. Bridges know.

HUDSON: Very good, miss. Have you had tea?

GEORGINA: Yes, thank you.

Do you know where Mrs. Bellamy is?

HUDSON: In the study, miss.

Mr. Bellamy is telephoning and madam is with him.

GEORGINA: I see.

Oh, Hudson?

HUDSON: Miss?

GEORGINA: Do you understand Gaelic?

HUDSON: Oh, why I'm ashamed to admit

only a few of the better known phrases, miss.

GEORGINA: What does Cuidich 'n Righ mean?

HUDSON: May I see it, miss?

Er, oh, yes, yes, I --

That's Cuidich 'n Righ.

It means "Help the King."

It's the motto of the Seaforth Highlanders.

That's right. How did you know?

HUDSON: Oh, well, when I was a wee boy,

I used to out out all the badges of the various regiments

from a magazine called Soldier, miss.

You are marvellous, Hudson.

What would we do without you?

Hudson?

Miss?

GEORGINA: Do you think that it's frivolous

that one should go to a dance when our soldiers

are fighting in France?

On the contrary, miss.

Oh, good.

Because a woman in the hat shop said she thought it was.

Only the dance I'm going to tonight is being given

by a family with two sons in uniform,

one on leave from France

and one to celebrate his commission.

Their mother wants them to enjoy life while they can.

I mean, well, if one helps to cheer them up

and make them forget...

Quite, miss.

However grave the news is from abroad,

young ladies at home, such as yourself, miss,

can do so much to keep up the spirits of our officers

when they come home to London on leave.

Oh, good, I'm so pleased you agree.

HAZEL: Georgina.

HAZEL: Georgina.

RICHARD: Georgina. Had a good day, my dear?

GEORGINA: I lunched with a friend and then went shopping.

You look very cheerful, Uncle Richard. Has something --

Oh, Richard's had some wonderful news.

Hudson, let's have some sherry.

Well, what news?

Well, this afternoon, Mr. Bonar Law,

who is the leader of the Conservative Party,

came to the house...

HAZEL: And offered Richard a post

in his new coalition government.

GEORGINA: Oh, wonderful! Oh, Uncle Richard.

So, naturally, I accepted the post.

GEORGINA: And it's about time too.

Now perhaps we'll win this beastly war.

What exactly are you going to be?

I am to be Civil Lord of the Admiralty.

That means I am responsible for everything from plumbing

in Admiralty buildings to the construction

of merchant shipping.

Will this coalition government work?

GEORGINA: Yes, will there be endless,

horrible arguments between you?

No, no, no, I don't think so.

The pooling of all our resources must be welcomed.

Now we can push party politics into the background

and get on with the real job.

James will be so pleased for you.

Yes, he will, won't he?

GEORGINA: Well, I'm afraid I must go up and change.

Must you? We're having champagne.

I haven't time, but you and Hazel must have some.

Well, we'll wait, have it with dinner.

- Oh, dear, I can't. - Aren't you dining?

Not tonight, I'm afraid.

I've been invited to Lady Swanbourn�s dance.

- Oh. - Oh, Hazel,

I'm sick of all my dresses.

Can I borrow something of yours?

Let's go and see, shall we?

GEORGINA: You know, last time she gave one,

we got lemonade

and squashed fly biscuits.

HAZEL: I wonder what you'll get this evening.

- I dread to think. - Now, as to dresses, there's...

Oh, there's that long, purple one with the green edging.

Do you think you could manage that?

It's got an awfully long train.

HUDSON: May I offer my sincere congratulations, sir.

I know how pleased the staff will be.

RICHARD: Thank you, Hudson.

It's been a long wait, but worthwhile in the end.

HUDSON: Might I ask your advice about something, sir?

I too have been looking for some contribution to make to the war,

sir, and while I realize that the armed forces

are out of the question, it did cross my mind

I could be of some use as a special constable, sir.

A number of acquaintances in my position,

other butlers, sir, in houses such as this...

Special constable, eh?

What sort of hours would you have to be on duty?

Well, I haven't fully investigated that yet, sir,

but I believe it would be shifts of four hours

at a time and only on certain evenings of the week.

Could you still manage the household?

Oh, yes, sir.

I would never allow anything to interfere with that.

Well, I don't need to tell you the specials are likely

to have a rough time of it -- menacing crowds in the streets,

anti-German feeling.

You could come home with your head broken.

I know the danger.

I can look after myself, sir.

Yes, I'm sure you can.

Well, we shall have to consult Mrs. Bellamy, of course,

but I can't see any problems.

You leave that to me.

Thank you.

Thank you very much indeed, sir.

We're both in the war now, eh,Hudson?

Sir.

How dare you, Richard!

How dare you!

One minute you're telling me that it's my job

to deal with Hudson over his spy mania,

he's my responsibility, and the next,

when my back is turned

and without even the courtesy of consulting me,

you allow him to run off and join the specials!

I'm consulting you now, Hazel.

It's already decided between you.

You can't go back on it now the servants know.

You've made my position in this house quite impossible.

Of course I haven't.

Now, don't talk such nonsense.

Hudson came to me because he needed to

contribute something for his own peace of mind,

to get away from his morbid feelings about spies.

Oh, you admit that now, do you?

This feeling of being left out of things,

which I myself had until this afternoon,

is something a woman cannot understand.

HAZEL: Of course I can understand!

But Hudson's first loyalty is to this household.

And to allow him to run off

and play policeman now is madness.

With your new appointment,

we are going to have to do a great deal of entertaining,

and with Edward away, we need him more than ever!

Poor Rose and Daisy will be left with all the heavy work.

If we deny Hudson this freedom,

he's going to walk out of this house

and we won't have a butler at all.

[Door closes]

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, I say!

[Laughs]

HUDSON: Well, my gaiters are not quite

such a snug fit as I would have hoped.

Oh, they do suit you, don't they?

RUBY: What's that thing for, Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: Ah, it's called a truncheon, Ruby.

RUBY: For hitting people over the head with?

HUDSON: Only if they misbehave themselves.

MRS. BRIDGES: Now, what else do they give you?

Oh, yes, nice armlet.

Ooh, and a whistle!

[Laughs]

[Toots whistle]

And a wee book of rules and regulations.

Maybe you girls might be interested to hear

the oath I had to swear.

Yes, here it is.

You read it out for them, Mrs. Bridges.

No, no, Mr. Hudson.

You say it, just like you did in the court.

That's what we want to hear.

Shall I?

Oh, very well.

"I, Angus Hudson, do swear I will

well and truly serve our sovereign leader,

the King, in the office of special constable

for the parish of Westminster

without fear or affection, malice or ill will,

and that I will, to the best of my power,

cause peace to be kept and preserved

and prevent all offences against the persons

and properties of His Majesty's subjects."

- Oh, that's very nice. - Be quiet.

He hasn't finished yet.

Oh, sorry.

"And that while I continue to hold the said office,

I will, to the best of my skill and knowledge,

discharge all the duties thereof faithfully

according to the law."

Very dignified.

[Clock tower chimes] - Yes.

Oh, good heavens, is that the time?

I must be on my way.

Where are you going, Mr. Hudson?

I am in number one district, B division.

I have to report first of all to General Road police station,

and then I believe I'm going to be shown

the fire tower at Fulham.

That's an observation post for fires and suspicious lights.

Oh, you'd better hurry, or they'll start without you!

HUDSON: Right, now, be very careful there are no chinks

in our blackout, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Don't you worry, Mr. Hudson.

DAISY: Well, goodbye, Mr. Hudson!

HUDSON: Thank you, Daisy, Ruby.

MRS. BRIDGES: Now, you will go careful.

HUDSON: I will, Mrs. Bridges.

Don't you fret, my dear.

HAZEL: Richard.

Thank you for the flowers, they're lovely.

There was no need.

Oh.

HAZEL: I've had rather a sad letter,

sad for Georgina.

"Dear Mrs. Bellamy,

I thought it best to write to you

and not to Georgina herself

to give you the bitter news that my son Dennis

was killed in France last week,

only two days after his arrival."

RICHARD: Oh, dear.

HAZEL: "He was hit by a rifle bullet near Festubert

and died instantly without suffering.

Pray God it's the truth.

I write to you, of whom Georgina spoke most warmly

on the occasion of our meeting,

because you know better than I perhaps

the true extent of her feelings for my son,

Whether they were deep or not.

In this light, perhaps you could convey

the news of his death.

For myself, I can only say that I am grateful that Dennis

was able to take the image of so enchanting a girl with him

through the last days of his life.

Yours sincerely, Elizabeth Kemp."

Was Georgina in love with this boy?

I don't know.

I only met him once, the day before he left.

He brought me some tulips.

[Door closes]

[Laughter]

HAZEL: There's Georgina.

Do you want me to stay?

No, I'll do it on my own.

Right, well I've plenty of work to do.

I shall be in the study.

Georgina, could you come in and...

GEORGINA: May I introduce James Marriott?

Come on, don't be shy.

This is Mrs. Bellamy, my step-cousin by marriage.

- How do you do. - HAZEL: How do you do.

GEORGINA: And my uncle, Mr. Bellamy.

- How do you do, sir. - How do you do.

GEORGINA: James has just got his commission

in the Seaforth Highlanders.

We've had a breathless afternoon

reading up the regimental history.

Very boring for Georgina, but she insisted on coming.

Not at all.

James was reading history at Cambridge

before he joined the army.

RICHARD: How interesting.

Can I get you a drink, Marriott?

Thank you very much, sir.

DAISY: Rose?

DAISY: Rose?

ROSE: Mmm?

DAISY: If Mr. Hudson had joined up

and he had gone up to the front,

do you think he could ever have killed anyone?

ROSE: Not with his eyesight.

RUBY: No, she means kill in cold blood, Rose.

You know, stick a bayonet in someone's tummy

and twist it round.

ROSE: I know what she means, Ruby,

and I don't want to think about it.

DAISY: Oh, but you have to, Rose.

I mean, they're training my Eddie to kill

right at this moment.

And I want to know, when it actually comes to it,

how can you pull the trigger and what do you feel like after?

RUBY: Yeah what do you feel like?

Well, I don't know.

It's no use looking at me.

I mean it's simple, isn't it?

Kill or get killed.

The Huns don't think twice about it.

I suppose if you just let off your gun

and you don't see the person falling.

Captain James has killed men.

I know that 'cause I've heard them talk about it upstairs.

Oh, yeah, well, it's different for them, isn't it?

I mean, he's an officer.

He's expected to, but my Eddie's different.

ROSE: Your Eddie'll have to do it too when he goes.

Now be quiet and unravel that and get on with your winding.

[Loud knocking]

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, what ever's that?

ROSE: Better look.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, no, Rose, don't go to the door.

Oh, Mr. Hudson shouldn't leave us alone like this,

not at night time.

ROSE: Mr. Schoenfeld!

What on earth's happened?

Mr. SCHOENFELD: Let us in, please.

- MRS. BRIDGES: Who's there? - It's Mr. Schoenfeld!

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, what's he want at this time of night?

ROSE: He's with his wife and son, and they're right bad.

Can you come?

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, good gracious me!

What ever happened?

Come inside.

Ruby, get some water to bathe these wounds in.

MR. SCHOENFELD: It's all right, it's only --

MRS. BRIDGES: Get some lint and some bandages.

Here, my dear, you sit there.

MR. SCHOENFELD: Thank you.

- Is that all right? - Yes, thank you.

MRS. BRIDGES: Tell me, what ever happened?

MR. SCHOENFELD: A whole crowd of people.

They came to the shop, they smashed the windows,

beat us, and then they steal everything,

they set it on fire,

and we have to run for our lives.

MRS. BRIDGES: But what sort of people?

MRS. SCHOENFELD: English people.

RUBY: Why? - I don't know.

MR. SCHOENFELD: They call us horrible names.

I could see faces in the crowd that I serve,

my customers!

I tell them that I'm not a German.

I tell them I hate

what the Germans do.

MRS. SCHOENFELD: Oh, no, please,

could you help the boy first?

See where the stone has hit him?

Get up on the table, that's it.

MR. SCHOENFELD: They think we are spies.

They think because of the name.

I cannot deny it is a German name,

but I am a naturalized British subject.

I have the same rights as you do.

Perhaps I speak with a little accent

because I live in close community with German people

from my father's time, but Wilfred,

my son, he is second generation, and still they beat him.

MRS. BRIDGES: There, there, Mr. Schoenfeld.

You're quite safe with us.

I didn't love Dennis.

I refuse to let myself fall in love with any of them

because I don't want to mourn them.

But you let them love you.

They're mostly very young and very frightened,

and they cling to you for love.

How can you be indifferent to them?

You pretend to love them.

You give them photographs and send them off

with half promises and expectations --

Oh, you're angry.

Don't be angry with me.

I'm not angry.

I'm trying to understand.

All my friends feel the same.

We just want to protect ourselves.

From grief?

You can't.

Why not? Is it wrong?

It's cowardice.

What is so brave about facing grief and fear

if you don't have to?

Isn't it better to stay cheerful and smile for their sake?

I will go and see his mother.

I promise.

[Door closes]

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, Mr. Hudson,

thank goodness you're safely home.

We thought you must have been hurt somewhere.

HUDSON: Why should I be?

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, the street fights,

the rioting and the looting.

HUDSON: Oh, come now, Mrs. Bridges.

There's no riots or looting.

The streets are safer than when they were lit.

Didn't you read the newspapers today?

The criminal has turned patriot,

and I was only mentioning to Mr. Gilespie just now that --

What's this?

ROSE: Their shop was attacked. RUBY: High windows smashed.

DAISY: The women took all the bread away in perambulators.

And when they'd done, they set alight to it.

They thought they were spies.

Who did?

ROSE: People like us.

English people.

MR. SCHOENFELD: We came here for refuge, Mr. Hudson.

There was nowhere.

My wife, Maria, and my son, Wilfred,

you see...

ROSE: Um,

shall I take your coat, Mr. Hudson?

And how did the patrol go?

RUBY: Yes, what did you do, Mr. Hudson?

Did you go up the fire tower?

MRS. BRIDGES: Tonight was Mr. Hudson's first night

on duty as special constable.

We were shown the fire tower, yes, Ruby.

Then what did you do?

We were detailed to guard the power station at Wandworth.

ROSE: Oh, anything happen?

No, no, things were quite peaceful, as it turned out.

Well, thank goodness you wasn't

anywhere near poor Mr. Schoenfelds shop.

What were they expecting to happen

at this power station, Mr. Hudson?

Were they expecting it to be attacked by German spies?

- Maria. - No, I want to know

why the special constables were guarding peaceful power stations

when they could have been out in the streets

preventing ordinary British people

from behaving like animals and savages.

MR. SCHOENFELD: She is upset, Mr. Hudson.

There were special constables there.

I saw them.

Doing their best to control the crowd,

but sometimes they are hit over the head

by the regular police by mistake.

I think you will find, Mrs. Schoenfeld,

that after these riots,

which I must confess to knowing nothing about,

we will spend more time patrolling the streets.

And I don't obviously wish to defend what has happened,

but you must realize this great wave of hostility

is largely the result of the sinking by a submarine

of the neutral American liner, Lusitania.

- Oh, yes, the Lusitania. - An act of gross barbarism.

You have clearly not been told

what we have been told about the Lusitania.

- Maria, don't! - That it was carrying

Women and children and Americans, yes,

but concealing arms and Canadian troops below.

You have not heard that?

MR. SCHOENFELD: Exaggerations, propaganda.

Why do you talk to these people like that?

They are our friends!

They have taken us in when we needed help.

MRS. BRIDGES: Arms?

Canadian troops? Oh!

We'd never do a thing like that, would we, Mr. Hudson?

Not British.

No, Mrs. Bridges, we wouldn't,

but it is what one would expect the enemy to say of us

to justify the frightful deed.

Well, be that as it may, Mr. Hudson,

Where are they going to sleep?

Young Wilfred's nearly dropping.

Well, he could have Eddie's room, couldn't he?

Oh, yes, I suppose he could.

And then Mr. and Mrs. Schoenfeld

could have our room and we could sleep down here.

Now, now, just a minute, Rose,

you're making rather too many assumptions.

I will need to consult the master.

They must go to the police

and report the damage to their property.

As I thought, sir.

Then what happens to them?

They'll be safe, that's the first thing,

until all this dies down.

They're naturalized British subjects.

They'll remain free, unless it's considered

safer for them to be interned.

Interned?

Put behind barbed wire?

Oh, it's not as bad as the word suggests.

I gather these camps are quite decently run.

And they'll be out of harm's way.

They could be the lucky ones.

You must convince them of that, Hudson.

Yes, sir. Should I send them on their way at once?

No, Hudson.

If they are shocked and hurt, they must stay the night.

They can have my room if necessary.

Very well, Hudson.

They may stay the night.

- Sir. - But first thing

in the morning, they must go to the police.

Very good, sir.

Poor devils.

HAZEL: Yes.

Doesn't it prove my point?

That once you start twisting people's minds with propaganda,

even the English can behave like savage beasts.

What happens to the boy?

HUDSON: Oh, I would assume he goes with you.

Or to the work house?

They wouldn't separate us, Maria.

No.

Well, then, since you are so confident,

let us not waste any time.

ROSE: Oh, but -- - MR. SCHOENFELD: Maria.

The master has said you may spend the night here.

Thank you, but since we have to go anyway,

why should we inconvenience you further?

Come along, Wilfred.

MR. SCHOENFELD: Maria, don't be stupid!

Stupid?

Oh...

Who are you calling stupid?

It is you who are the stupid one,

with your stupid English badge.

Don't you see?

You fool nobody.

They don't want you, these kind people.

You make them feel uncomfortable.

Look at them all looking at you.

And your son they don't trust.

So, let them take their bread

from English bakers if they can find any.

Oh, I'll bet you're glad to see the back of them, Mr. Hudson.

Who knows.

They might have burned the house down during the night.

[Door slams]

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