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Welcome back, sir.

RICHARD: You shouldn't have waited up, Hudson.

I'm very late.

The train was delayed for an hour outside King's Cross.

- Air raid warnings. - Yes, sir.

I've been out on street duty myself, sir.

Only just returned.

RICHARD: Oh. No bombs round here, I hope?

HUDSON: No, sir.

We heard there was a zeppelin over the Humber, sir,

but they think it was driven off by our guns.

RICHARD: Thank goodness for that.

They had one over Newcastle, you know...

Going for Naval dockyards on the Tyne...

Where I've just been with the First Lord.

Everything all right at home?

Oh, I'm afraid Mrs. Bellamy

has had to go over to wimbledon for a few nights, sir.

I understand Mr. Forrest has been taken ill.

RICHARD: Oh, dear. Serious?

HUDSON: I couldn't say, sir.

Mrs. Forrest telephoned madam this morning.

Afterwards, Mrs. Bellamy told Rose

her father had contracted pleurisy.

She left a note for you, sir.

RICHARD: Oh, yes.

HUDSON: And Edward is here, sir, complete with facial adornment.

RICHARD: What?

He's attempting to grow a moustache, sir.

He's been granted 48 hours leave.

As you know, he and Daisy

are going to be married tomorrow afternoon,

a church wedding at 3:00 PM.

With your permission, sir,

they're planning a small celebration tea afterwards

in the servants' hall,

before Edward reports back for the draft.

RICHARD: The draft? Tomorrow?

You mean Edward is going to France already?

Tomorrow night, sir.

RICHARD: I see.

HUDSON: He'll be going over there as a married man, sir.

Yes.

Well, you'll all have to do your best

to keep Daisy cheerful while he's away.

Quite, sir.

[Distant explosions]

[Door closes]

Any more news?

JAMES: Yes, sir, a whole batch of signals from 24th Division.

The Boche have counter-attacked again,

and they're now falling back to these new positions.

I'm afraid we came up too late

to keep up the impetus of yesterday's offensive.

TEMPLE: I know.

Corps Commander's very bitter about it.

Said it wasn't Haig's fault, it was the Commander-in-Chiefs.

He should never have kept 11 Corps

under his own personal command

with the French forcing us onto the offensive.

JAMES: Yes. Look at the result.

TEMPLE: I'm afraid chlorine gas is no substitute

for fresh troops and guns.

JAMES: I agree, sir, especially when the wind changes.

It's a damn bloody mess, this battle.

[Telephone rings]

Captain Bellamy.

Sir. Yes, the BGS is here, sir.

It's the Corps Commander for you, sir.

TEMPLE: Oh.

Temple, sir.

Oh, I see.

3rd Cavalry and the Guards.

Yes, I agree, sir, and the sooner the better.

I'll inform all neighbouring formations at once, sir.

Very good, sir.

He wants the 3rd Cavalry Division

to be brought up tonight

to stiffen the defences around Loos,

and the Guards Division to be brought up at first light

to fill in a very dangerous gap here caused by the --

what should I say, the retirement?

JAMES: I would say rout, sir.

TEMPLE: Oh, well, let's be charitable.

Say withdrawal.

I mean, damn it all, they're absolutely green troops.

First time in battle. Can you wonder?

JAMES: Not really.

TEMPLE: Well, let's hope your chaps can stop the rot

in the centre.

JAMES: Yes, they're used to that sort of thing.

TEMPLE: Oh.

Glass of port, James?

JAMES: Thank you, sir.

TEMPLE: Thought this might cheer you up.

JAMES: Why not?

TEMPLE: I think I can guess how you're feeling, James.

I hated it at first, seeing all my friends

going off to battle with arrows and pins on the map.

MAN: Operations Room, 11th Corps.

JAMES: Yes, it's hell.

TEMPLE: I used to feel like tearing off my red tabs,

grabbing the nearest staff car, and driving like hell

to the forward positions.

But we can't do that, old chap.

We've got a job to do back here, that's the trump.

JAMES: The trouble is I'm perfectly fit.

You, you got a cushy job

because your leg was wounded at Le Cateau.

TEMPLE: Cushy?

That's what they call it.

TEMPLE: You mustn't worry what people say.

The chaps out there may do the fighting,

but somebody's got to do the thinking.

JAMES: Yes, sir.

TEMPLE: I've certainly got some thinking to do.

Oh, well, I think I'll creep into my camp bed

and catch a couple of hours sleep.

Goodnight, James.

JAMES: Good night, sir.

[Telephone rings]

MAN: Operations Room, 11th Corps.

Oh, yes.

71st Brigade --

40 officers lost,

741 other ranks.

73rd Brigade --

54 officers lost,

1 , 150 other ranks.

They seem to be holding up 11th.

Right.

I'll pass that on.

[Knock on door]

There was a letter for you this morning,

Miss Georgina, from France.

Did you get it?

Oh, yes I did. Thank you, Rose.

ROSE: Oh, that's all right then.

It was on the hall table.

GEORGINA: Yes, I went down early in my dressing gown.

ROSE: Oh, I see.

Nice getting letters.

Yes, it is.

ROSE: Well, what shall I put out

for you to wear today, Miss Georgina?

GEORGINA: Oh, let me see. What am I doing today?

Harrods this morning for shopping,

lunch with Harry Gurney at The Queens.

Oh, and then to the Duchess of Somerset's bazaar

for the wounded with Harry, Martin, and Angela.

Back here for tea, and then to the station

to see Harry and Martin off tonight.

I think my checked dress, Rose.

Very good, miss.

So you'll be busy all afternoon then.

GEORGINA: Sounds like it, doesn't it?

ROSE: Only, well, Daisy was hoping you'd see her

in her wedding dress before she left the house.

GEORGINA: Oh, dear, it's today, isn't it?

Daisy and Edward's wedding.

I wonder if you'd mind if -- well, she's just upstairs

slipping it on 'cause I'm going to put a tuck in it.

GEORGINA: Yes, I'd love to see her in it, Rose.

Tell her to come up at once. Where is she?

ROSE: Only upstairs, miss.

Daisy? - Yes.

- Can you come? - But I'm just doing this.

ROSE: As you are, to Miss Georgina's room.

- Miss Georgina? - Yeah.

- Oh, just a minute. - Hurry up.

ROSE: She's just coming.

GEORGINA: I do hope she won't mind me missing her wedding,

only it's these friends of mine, they're going to France tonight.

Yes, miss. So is Edward.

I know.

Can't Mr. Bellamy --

No, he's too busy.

Mrs. Bellamy's gone to see her father.

Oh, dear Rose.

Don't you worry, Miss Georgina.

We'll see Daisy and Edward married off all right.

You just leave it to us.

[Knock on door]

GEORGINA: Come in.

DAISY: Oh, is it all right to come in?

ROSE: Yes, come on.

GEORGINA: Oh, Daisy, it's lovely.

How clever of you, Rose.

Oh, we all had an hand in it, miss.

Daisy put the waistband on herself,

Mrs. Bridges sewed on the lace,

I out out the material to the pattern and Ruby...

Ruby done something.

GEORGINA: And what did Hudson do?

Mr. Hudson told us all

to get on with our proper work, miss.

But if we had done,

Daisy would have had to get married in her...undies.

[Laughter]

GEORGINA: Turn round and let me see the back.

DAISY: Do you like it?

GEORGINA: It's beautifully made.

You know, you ought to start a shop, Rose.

ROSE: Oh.

GEORGINA: After the war, perhaps.

Madame Rose of Bond Street.

ROSE: Oh!

Slip it off, but careful, mind.

GEORGINA: You mustn't let Edward see you in it, must she?

DAISY: Oh, that's all right, miss.

Edward's gone home to his family in Walthamstow,

and he'll be coming to the church with them this afternoon.

ROSE: He's going to get an omnibus

from Liverpool Street to Victoria and then walk.

- Good luck, Daisy. - Thank you, miss.

Here, I hope he gets there.

ROSE: I'm sure he will.

Thanks very much, Mrs. Bridges.

You've done us proud. Hasn't she, Charlie?

Better than the old cookhouse, eh, Eddie?

[Laughter]

DAISY: Well, isn't anyone going to make a speech?

ROSE: Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: Oh, I think it is customary at a wedding feast

for the best man to get to his feet

and address the assembled company.

EDWARD: Of course it is. Come on, Charlie, on your feet.

CHARLIE: What, me?

Yes, you, Mr. Wallace.

Oh, don't force him if he's shy.

DAISY: He's not shy, are you Charlie?

He wasn't shy with me in the vestry

when we were signing the register.

- What's this, what's this? - Don't tell tales, Daisy.

I haven't said nothing.

All right, I'll own up. I'll confess.

Confess? What have you done, Mr. Wallace?

CHARLIE: It was like this --

when Edward was signing the register,

his back was turned, you see.

- So Daisy and me -- - No, Charlie.

CHARLIE: Daisy and me, we had a quick kiss and a cuddle

in the corner, all among the choirboy surpluses.

Out. Out, vile seducer.

You're no friend of mine, let alone my best man.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, you naughty boy.

In front of your mum and dad, too.

ROSE: Well, now we know Charlie ain't so shy,

what about that speech?

EDWARD: Yeah. Come on, Charlie, come on.

Give us a speech. Come on.

[Clears throat] Mrs. Bridges, Mr. Hudson,

members of the staff at 167 Eaton Place.

165. 165 Eaton Place.

Mum, dad, gran,

me lords, ladies, and gentlemen.

Come on.

Shh!

Me lords, ladies, and gentlemen.

Well, you've forgotten the bride and bridegroom.

- I was coming to that. - Oh, I'm sorry.

CHARLIE: Bride and bridegroom.

It gives me very great pleasure, on this auspicious occasion,

to wish the pair of them long life and happiness.

- Oh, that's nice. - That's all.

[Laughter]

HUDSON: Well done.

[Applause]

Another slice of chocolate cake, Mrs. Barnes?

No, I don't think so.

MRS. BRIDGES: Mrs. Hardcastle?

Mrs. Hardcastle?

Uh, Gran's a bit deaf, Mrs. Bridges,

but I think she's had enough.

MRS. BRIDGES: And how about you, Mr. Wallace?

EDWARD: Oh, don't you give Charlie any more.

It's bad for your indigestion, isn't it, Charlie?

It's ever so rich, it is,

Mrs. Bridges' gateau de chocolat.

ROSE: Oh, listen to him.

Do they teach you French in the army?

EDWARD: Here, can you see our Sergeant Major

talking French, Charlie?

DAISY: Oh, uh, so where did you learn then, Eddie?

EDWARD: I picked up a few words.

ROSE: Picked up a few words from that French maid

of Lady Newbury's up at Somerby, eh?

DAISY: Cecile?

That's who it is, Ceci-

EDWARD: Yeah, well, I may have done,

but it'll come in handy out there, won't it, Charlie,

the odd word of froggy, especially with all them

mademoiselles in the estaminets, eh?

DAISY: You're a married man now.

I don't think you'll find much time for dillydallying

in with the rnademoiselles, Edward,

not once you reach the battle area.

You'll be kept hard at it, my lad, digging trenches

and continuing your training until you go up into the line.

Yes, Mr. Hudson.

[Bell rings]

- Oh, morning room. - Oh, I'll go up.

ROSE: Oh, no, you won't.

You're stuck down here with Daisy and your family,

while you've still got the chance.

Is that clock right, Mr. Hudson?

Uh, just about, Edward.

I see.

ANGELA: All weekend.

He proposed to her on Sunday night, and they're engaged.

GEORGINA: Lucky Julia.

Simon's father's absolutely rolling in money.

MARTIN: Naturally. His father's a banker.

I say, are vve having any more teacake?

GEORGINA: Yes, we are. At least I think we are.

Rose, can we have some more teacake

and a little more jam, if there is any?

ROSE: Very good, Miss Georgina.

GEORGINA: Captain Adams and Mr. Gurney

are both rather hungry

and there'll be nothing for them to eat on the leave train.

MARTIN: Only stale buns and canteen cocoa on the platform.

HARRY: Don't you be rude about canteens.

My Aunt Mabel works in one on wednesdays and Fridays.

Cutting sandwiches or pouring out cocoa?

Washing up dirty cups and plates.

And she's over 70.

My mother rolls bandages at St. James's Palace all morning,

then walks up to the Ritz for lunch

smelling strongly of iodine.

Talking of walking up St. James's Street,

I have to be back at Wellington barracks by five.

I'm marching the blasted draft to the blasted station.

Oh, lovely. With a band?

- With our band. - The regimental band.

GEORGINA: Oh, which way will you go?

MARTIN: Birdcage walk, Parliament Square, Whitehall.

ANGELA: Good. You and I and Harry can get a taxi

and intercept them at the corner of Trafalgar Square.

MARTIN: As long as you don't embarrass me by waving

and blowing kisses to the guardsmen.

I can't stand that sort of thing.

Martin, don't be so blas�.

HARRY: He loves it, really, all those pretty girls

running alongside the column, holding up their babies,

shouting, "Wave goodbye to Daddy."

GEORGINA: Oh, really, Harry? Thank you, Rose.

Oh, by the way, how did Edward's wedding go off?

ROSE: Oh, very nicely, miss.

Quiet but nice with no hitches.

- Who's Edward? - Our footman.

He got married this afternoon to our under-housemaid.

HARRY: Good for him.

GEORGINA: And he's off to France this evening.

- First time out? - Mm-hmm.

MARTIN: Poor chap. Like Harry.

HARRY: Don't rub it in.

GEORGINA: ls Daisy going to see Edward off at the station?

ROSE: Yes, miss.

GEORGINA: Poor Edward. Is he very nervous?

ROSE: A bit.

Just married, eh? Some honeymoon.

Tell him not to worry. It's not all that bad out there.

ROSE: No, sir.

GEORGINA: Would you tell him?

Yourself?

What, me? Now?

Tell your footman?

What can I tell him?

Not to worry.

It might help him. Would you?

- Well, if you insist. - Oh, good.

Rose, is Edward still downstairs?

ROSE: Yes, miss, with Daisy.

Will you ask him to come up, and Captain Adams

will tell him what it's like at the front.

He's been in the trenches already, you see.

ROSE: Yes, miss.

MARTIN: Wh-What am I supposed to say to the chap?

ANGELA: Don't frighten him. Tell him it's all rather fun.

HARRY: Is that fair?

MARTIN: Why not?

Anything to keep him cheerful in the boat

and in the cattle truck going up to the line.

After that, he'll be too busy to get a shock.

ANGELA: They've probably told him all sorts

of gruesome things at his training depot.

- Do you think so? - More than likely.

I know what some of these hard bar Sergeant Majors

can be like once they've tasted action themselves.

Take pleasure in scaring the hide off the recruits.

GEORGINA: All the same, coming from someone like you, Martin --

Come in, Edward.

Oh, close the door.

EDWARD: Oh, yes, miss.

Well, how does it feel to be a husband, Edward?

All right, miss.

Long as the wife behaves herself while I'm away.

[Chuckles] Yes, well it was just to say

it's not all that bad out there, not all the time.

EDWARD: Yes, sir.

MARTIN: You get short, sharp spells

in the trenches, which are pretty good hell.

Patrols, working parties, the occasional trench raid,

plenty of shelling and mortaring.

It's just luck then.

All you can do is keep your head down and say your prayers.

But you do get out of the line, into billets, for rest periods,

even do a bit of training.

And that means a comfortable bed,

drink a bit of cheap wine,

game of cards, kick a football about.

If your rest area hasn't been evacuated,

you can talk to French people,

go out with the girls, that sort of thing.

GEORGINA: Martin! He's only just got married.

EDWARD: That's right, miss.

Don't forget to mention what you told me

about inspections by visiting Generals.

You have to be cleaned up for them, shaved, rifle well-oiled.

I see, sir.

That usually means you're going in to big attack.

Still, it's not all that bad out there, not all the time.

At least you're among friends.

You can have a good laugh every now and then,

with a bit of luck.

You may bump into Captain James somewhere.

That's right, miss.

MARTIN: Good luck anyway.

EDWARD: Thank you, sir.

HARRY: It's my first time, too, you know.

Oh, yes, sir.

MARTIN: Just keep your head down, Edward,

and don't give those snipers a chance.

EDWARD: I won't, sir.

Well, goodbye, Edward, and good luck.

Thank you, miss.

[Door closes]

GEORGINA: Thank you, Martin.

That was sweet of you.

And you, too, Harry.

Poor young man. Just so much cannon fodder.

HARRY: What about me?

ANGELA: Well, you're an officer.

HUDSON: Have you enjoyed your leave?

I'm glad you did.

It was a lovely service, wasn't it?

I thought it went very well.

EDWARD: Well, they -- they all seem to think

it's quite a lark out there.

MRS. BRIDGES: Who do?

EDWARD: The two gentlemen upstairs with Miss Georgina,

offices in the Guards they are, Grenadiers.

Already been in the trenches, one of them, and, well,

he said it's not all fighting, and you do get a chance

to have some fun back at the billets in between.

That's right, Edward.

HUDSON: I'd be out there myself, by God, if only they'd let me.

I envy you, Edward, my boy.

[March playing]

Listen.

ROSE: Another lot off to the station.

One thing, though.

It's not just me, is it?

I mean, we're all in this together.

Hundreds and thousands of us.

Daisy.

[Soldiers marching]

Well, come on, cheer up, everyone.

This is supposed to be a wedding.

It's not a funeral.

CHARLIE: That's right! Let's cut the cake!

DAISY: Oh, yeah, Charlie.

HUDSON: That's a good idea. Come on.

EDWARD: Ready? Ready? Yay!

HUDSON: Hooray!

CHARLIE: Right, what about a song then?

ROSE: Good idea. Um...

? It's a long way ?

? to Tipperary ?

? It's a long way to go ?

? It's a long way to Tipperary ?

? to the sweetest girl I know ?

? Goodbye, Piccadilly ?

? Farewell Leicester Square ?

ROSE: Edward will be all right.

He's too cheeky to get himself killed, Edward is.

ALL: ? Right there ?

RICHARD: What is it, Hudson?

HUDSON: Just to see if the fire was all right, sir.

RICHARD: Oh, yes.

Must tell Daisy not to light the fire

so early in the evening.

Got to save coal.

HUDSON: Yes.

I have already mentioned it to her, sir.

RICHARD: Well, if things don't improve soon,

we shall have to start burning wood in the grate.

Is Miss Georgina in?

HUDSON: No, sir. She went out just now.

She's seeing some friends off at the station and dining out.

RICHARD: I see.

HUDSON: May I get you some whiskey, sir?

RICHARD: Yes. Yes, you may, Hudson.

Did you manage to get Edward off to the altar this afternoon?

Oh, yes, sir.

Everything went off very well, sir.

His parents came and his grandmother.

RICHARD: Good.

HUDSON: I took the liberty of allowing Daisy off this evening,

to go with him to the station.

RICHARD: Quite right, Hudson.

Let's hope it won't be too distressing for her.

[Man shouting orders]

[Man shouting orders]

MAN: 'ten hut!

[Shouting orders indistinctly]

EDWARD: Oh well, if the old engine runs out of steam,

perhaps we won't get as far as Folkestone, eh, Charlie?

Cheer up, Dame,

you never know.

Look, I'll write you a nice, long letter every day.

Promise.

Charlie, have a read of my comic, eh?

CHARLIE: What, now?

EDWARD: Yeah. Um, inside the carriage.

I think Daisy's got something to say to me in private.

CHARLIE: Oh, I see. Make myself scarce, eh?

EDWARD: Yeah.

Well? Talk.

What shall we talk about, eh?

Here, here, I bet Mr. Hudson's going to miss me,

having to clean all the silver himself now,

not leave it for me to do on my weekend leaves.

And don't you let Rose go taking advantage of you.

She will, you know.

She'll have you running up and down those stairs

if I'm not there.

Daisy.

Oh, Daisy, love, don't, love.

Train'll be going soon.

Come on, Daisy, cheer up, please, love.

Hey, look, there's Miss Georgina down there with her friends.

Look, by the bookstall.

Well, look at them.

They look cheerful enough.

And you behave yourself down at Malton Priory.

I've heard about Cynthia's house parties.

General post around the bedrooms and breakfast in dressing gowns.

HARRY: No, really?

ANGELA: I do wish you could come, Martin.

Well, I'll need you to protect my honour.

MARTIN: I would willingly, my dear, if I wasn't going to be

otherwise engaged over the next few months.

An all-male soir�e in northern France.

You aren't going to Malton Priory, are you, Georgina?

GEORGINA: Oh, I haven't been asked.

Anyway, I hardly know them.

I've just met Lady Prescott once at Charlotte's wedding.

You write and tell me all about it.

ANGELA: Well, don't they censor the letters?

MARTIN: Not yours, darling. Only ours.

I hate going back off leave.

After a fortnight of clean sheets and edible food,

it's such a damned awful shock to one's system.

Oh, dear, I wish they wouldn't.

HARRY: Wouldn't what?

ANGELA: Oh, nothing.

MARTIN: Come on, Harry, all aboard.

HARRY: Right-O.

MARTINI I'll get this.

I'll go through here. Here we are, come on.

I'm bound to get some leave sooner or later, Daisy.

And when I do, I'll probably bring back

a bit of shrapnel, eh?

Or a Boche helmet for a souvenir

for the servants' hall mantelpiece eh?

Or that and a bottle of froggy vin ordinaire

for Mrs. Bridges to get tipsy on.

I tell you what, Daise,

why not pop off home, eh?

We've said our goodbyes,

and don't wait for the train to go.

Well, go on, you skip off.

Perhaps you could ask Miss Georgina

to give you a lift home in her taxi.

Well, if you ask her nicely.

You could wait for her by the exit.

DAISY: [Sobbing] I couldn't. I'll not ask her that.

I'll be all right.

EDWARD: Oh, come on.

You're not frightened of Miss Georgina, are you?

She's always been extra nice to you.

DAISY: It's not that.

I just don't want her to see me like this, that's all.

Not like this, Eddie.

EDWARD: I see.

DAISY: Still...

I will go off home before the train goes,

if you don't mind.

EDWARD: Yeah.

It's all right.

DAISY: I'll get an omnibus to Hyde Park Corner.

EDWARD: Yeah.

Well... give us a kiss then.

Come on.

They'll all be doing it in a tick.

[Sniffles]

Take care of yourself, Daisy.

[Whistling]

[Whistle blows]

[Whistle blows]

Bye. Look out for them.

[Whistles blow]

- Be good. - Bye!

- Bye! - Bye!

CHILD: Bye! Bye!

Bye! Bye! Bye!

Bye! Bye!

WOMAN: Bye!

MAN: Goodbye, Harry! Bye-bye, Harry!

WOMAN: So long, Les!

Come on, Georgina, or we'll never get a taxi.

GEORGINA: What?

ANGELA: Come along.

Oh, don't stand there gawping.

It's only a hospital train coming in.

GEORGINA: I know it is.

ANGELA: It's morbid to stare.

Oh, you'll only be in the way.

GEORGINA: You go on.

I'll get a bus home. I want to stay.

ANGELA: You won't like it.

Besides, we said we'd meet Dippy and Sylvia

at the castle and join their slumber party.

GEORGINA: Well, you go. I want to stay.

Explain to them for me, will you?

ANGELA: If you must. I'll telephone you tomorrow.

- All right. - Bye.

WOMAN: Excuse me, dear,

but you're really rather in the way unless you want to help.

GEORGINA: Could I?

WOMAN: Yes, you can.

I'm shorthanded tonight.

Mrs. Duffy's just lost her son at the front,

so you can help hand out mugs of cocoa if you're game.

GEORGINA: Certainly.

WOMAN: Off you go.

Oh, just a minute. Have you got a pocket?

GEORGINA: No.

WOMAN: Offer them a cigarette each.

GEORGINA: Would you like a cigarette?

They were so grateful.

WOMAN: Can you manage three?

GEORGINA: I'll try.

Cocoa?

MAN: Thank you, madam.

GEORGINA: Would you like some cocoa?

I could help you drink it.

[Coughs]

I'm so sorry.

Could you manage a cigarette?

There.

MAN: I-I-I

GEORGINA: Perhaps you ought not to talk.

Th--

Thank--

Thanks...

for the fag, miss.

Nice face...

lady.

Nice face...

miss.

That's right.

[Gasping]

He couldn't manage the cocoa.

WOMAN: Who, dear?

GEORGINA: The boy over there on the stretcher.

But I gave him a cigarette.

WOMAN: That's the idea.

WOMAN: I expect you'd like to go home now, wouldn't you?

Thanks for your help.

GEORGINA: Do you know if there's anywhere on the station

where I can sign up for war work?

You want to be a nurse, don't you?

The AD headquarters is at Devonshire House, Piccadilly.

Tell them you want to volunteer for hospital work.

GEORGINA: Thank you.

GEORGINA: Good morning, Hudson.

HUDSON: Good morning, Miss Georgina.

GEORGINA: I won't be dining in tonight.

HUDSON: Very good, miss.

GEORGINA: How do you like my uniform?

HUDSON: Oh, very smart indeed, miss.

GEORGINA: I'm starting my nurse's training today

as a VAD at Guy's Hospital.

HUDSON: So I understand, miss.

GEORGINA: Who knows, maybe one day, I'll nurse at the front.

HUDSON: Indeed, miss.

I was under the impression it was necessary to be 23 or more

for a young woman to nurse in the war zone.

GEORGINA: Oh, it is, but when the time comes,

I shall lie about my age.

That sort of lie is considered patriotic, Hudson,

and not at all wicked.

Everyone does it.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

RICHARD: Who was that slamming the front door, Hudson?

HUDSON: Oh, Miss Georgina, sir.

Off to her nursing and very excited about it.

RICHARD: Good. I'm glad she's got something useful to do.

HUDSON: Oh, I understand there will be

no dining room luncheon today, sir.

RICHARD: No, Hudson, I shall be at the Lord Mayor's banquet,

in Mansion House, but dining in.

I don't know about Miss Georgina.

HUDSON: Miss Georgina has said

not to expect her back for dinner, sir.

RICHARD: Well, unless Mrs. Bellamy

comes home this evening, I shall be on my own, I suppose.

HUDSON: Very good, sir.

RICHARD: Thank you, Hudson.

HUDSON: Sir.

[Clock chiming]

Well, I think she's got a lot of pluck,

Well, I think she's got a lot of pluck,

seeing as how she's not been brought up used to it.

I mean, as I told her so myself this morning, I couldn't do it,

not bandaging up all them horribly wounded soldiers

and seeing them in pain and that.

MRS. BRIDGES: Rose, Rose!

ROSE: Oh, I'm sorry, Daisy.

Well, she's not been brought up used to scrubbing floors.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, there's lots of young ladies

doing war work now, Rose.

Driving ambulances, helping in the factories,

taking over the men's jobs what's away at the front.

Dukes' daughters and all sorts.

I don't see anything so special

about Miss Georgina wanting to do her bit.

Considering she's been gallivanting about

all this last year, going to debutante dances

and luncheon parties and that.

Well, I reckon she's lucky being able to go off

to do something to help the war.

Not like us just sitting here.

I'd like to do war work, I would.

Your war work, Daisy, is making our zips,

knitting socks for Edward, and helping me keep this place

cleaned and dusted, that's your war work.

DAISY: I've heard of servants in other houses doing war work,

part-time like Mr. Hudson does with the specials.

Why can't we?

ROSE: Better ask Mr. Hudson why.

HUDSON: You are privileged, Daisy, to be employed

in the household of an important member of the government,

of the Civil Lord of the Admiralty,

who is responsible, with the First Lord and others,

for the conduct of the war at sea,

the operations of the British fleet,

defending our shores and our lifelines

against the German U-boats who are out to sink

our merchant ships

and starve these islands into submission.

I don't see what that's got to do

with Daisy wanting to do war work, Mr. Hudson.

I am endeavouring to explain to the girl, Mrs. Bridges,

that her "bit," as she puts it,

consists of helping Rose and the rest of us to ensure

the smooth running of this important house, war or no war.

It would be a disgrace if Captain James

were to return here on leave and find the place filthy dirty

with no staff to wait on him.

Now you know, Daisy.

Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

Mr. Hudson, would it be all right for me to get my hat on?

Get your hat on, Ruby?

ROSE: Well, it's Ruby's afternoon off, Mr. Hudson,

and Daisy and me said we'd do the washing up

so she could get off

while there's still a bit of the day left.

Oh, very well.

Where were you intending to spend your afternoon off, Ruby?

RUBY: I'm going for a walk, Mr. Hudson.

MRS. BRIDGES: Where?

RUBY: Um, Kensington Gardens, Mrs. Bridges.

I'll take some bread and feed ducks.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, mind you,

don't get talking to no soldiers.

Talking to no soldiers?

How can she help it with the war on?

The streets and parks are full of soldiers,

all fighting for our safety.

MRS. BRIDGES: That's as may be, Rose.

Ruby knows that she is not allowed to talk to soldiers

while she's still employed in this house.

And she knows it.

DAISY: Why? In case she catches scarlet fever?

Or is it khaki fever now?

ROSE: What about Edward, he's a soldier,

Isn't she allowed to talk to him?

MRS. BRIDGES: Now, don't you get cheeky.

Away and get your hat on, Ruby.

RUBY: Thanks, Mr. Hudson.

I don't like the look of that girl.

How do you mean, Mrs. Bridges?

ROSE: You mean she don't look well?

MRS. BRIDGES No, she's healthy enough is our Ruby.

No, it's that kind of shifty look she has sometimes,

as if she's up to something.

Like meeting some young fella in the park?

DAISY: Go on.

MRS. BRIDGES: l wouldn't put it past her

and not say nothing to nobody.

HUDSON: While wishing in no way to detract

from Ruby's worthy and blameless character,

I feel that a young man would be hard pressed for company

who sought a romantic association with our Ruby.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, well, I suppose she's upset by the war,

all the upheavals and that.

Wretched creature.

HUDSON: Possibly, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: I suppose We're all upset by the war.

Ah.

Oh, well, I must go up

and have me lay down.

Tell Ruby to fetch me up a cup of tea directly she comes in.

Oh, and Mr. Hudson, don't forget to ask the master

about them pheasants Mr. Coombes sent up.

And don't you girls let the fire go out.

DAISY: No, Mrs. Bridges.

[Mrs Bridges yawns]

ROSE: Well, come on, Daisy.

We've got work to do.

Even if some people haven't.

Ah...

Ah, well.

Let's see now.

[Ringing]

Hello.

Sloane 3082.

Oh, yes, madam, I'll see if he's in.

Hold the line one moment, if you please.

Hello.

Mrs. Bellamy is on the line, sir.

One moment, sir, if you please. I'll connect you.

[Door closes]

- Who was it? - Mrs. Bellamy.

ROSE: Oh, is she coming back?

HUDSON: I'll go up and find out.

Well -- Well, that is good news.

I'm delighted.

Oh, everything's as well as can be expected.

You'll be coming back to a trouble-free household.

Yes.

Well, goodbye, my dear.

Mrs. Bellamy will be back in time for dinner tomorrow night.

HUDSON: Oh, very good, sir.

RICHARD: Seems Mr. Forrest is much better.

HUDSON: I'm very glad to hear it.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Mrs. Bridges wondered if you'd care

for some roast pheasant for your dinner.

Mr. Coombes sent up three brace last week from Southwold.

Quite frankly, Hudson, I don't think

I could face game tonight, if you'd tell her.

HUDSON: Yes, sir.

RICHARD: Perhaps you'd better explain I spent

three hours today at the Lord Mayor's banquet,

stuffing myself with turtle soup, oysters,

and mountains of beef.

HUDSON: Indeed, sir.

RICHARD: Do you know, Hudson, I sometimes wonder

if people who ought to know realize the gravity of this war.

There was the Mansion House today packed with people,

all the trappings, scarlet and braid liveries,

aldermen in chains, maces, toast masters, port, cigars.

Hard to believe that We're fighting backs to the wall

for the survival of the British Empire.

Perhaps it's the way in which the British

best show their defiant spirit, sir.

The spirit of Drake playing boules

before engaging the Spanish armada.

Yes, Hudson, perhaps you're right.

I couldn't help feeling a little guilty --

all that food.

- Thank you, Hudson. - Sir.

ROSE: Oh, excuse me, sir, but Mr. Hudson's wanted urgent

in the servants' hall.

HUDSON: Sir.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, no, you don't, my girl.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, no, you don't, my girl.

RUBY: But I have done already, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well, it's not accepted.

RUBY: But it's not for you to say, is it, Mrs. Bridges?

It's for the master and Mrs. Bellamy to say.

MRS. BRIDGES: That's enough of your lip, my girl.

It is not accepted and that's that!

HUDSON: What is not accepted, may I ask?

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby's notice. I've told her.

HUDSON: Ruby, is this true what Rose tells me?

Speak the truth now, my girl.

RUBY: I am speaking the truth, Mr. Hudson.

I'm giving notice because I've got work outside.

- You've got what? - Work outside.

Sneaks off on her day out without saying a word to anybody

and goes and gets herself a job

in a munitions factory, down by the river.

Then walks in as bold as brass

and says she's leaving the master's service.

ROSE: You see, Mr. Hudson,

you have to work full-time in munitions.

They won't let you sign on for part-time employment.

MRS. BRIDGES: And what am I going to do

without a kitchen maid, tell me that?

It's bad enough with Edward away

and Rose and Daisy doing half his work,

you out evenings on air raid duty.

Oh, now calm yourself, Mrs. Bridges.

It's not as if they're entertaining

all that much upstairs.

There's only the master here at the moment

and Mrs. Bellamy when she returns tomorrow.

I don't care what you say.

I can't manage meals,

not upstairs meals and downstairs meals in this house,

without a kitchen maid.

And if Ruby cares to walk out on us --

RUBY: I'm not walking out, Mrs. Bridges.

I'm going to help make shells for the artillery.

Well, like it says in those posters,

they want keen and willing girls.

Keen and willing girls?

And they pick you!

Ha! They must be hard up.

Well, it's patriotic to make shells.

Where did you go to sign on, Ruby?

Not to Kensington Gardens, I presume.

No, Mr. Hudson, down the East End.

Well, I saw this poster, you see,

asking for girls to work in this factory down by docks and...

so I took a tram down there and a lady put me on.

It's putting gun powder into shells, you see.

And you have to wear special gloves and masks.

It's at Silvertown near Woolwich

and, well, you get very good pay.

34 shillings and 9 pence a week.

I think you'd better come upstairs

and see the master, Ruby.

Tell him yourself what you've told me.

MRS. BRIDGES: Yes, and I think I'd better come, too,

as the injured party.

So kindly ask him if he'll see me, as well.

HUDSON: Very well, Mrs. Bridges.

Ruby, come along.

34 shillings and 9 pence!

Then we'll just have to manage without her, that's all.

MRS. BRIDGES: I don't know what madam's going to say, I'm sure.

RICHARD: I am sorry, Mrs. Bridges,

but since Mrs. Bellamy's away, the decision must rest with me.

MRS. BRIDGES: Very good, sir.

If them's your orders, there's nothing more I can do about it.

RICHARD: Now you must see, Mrs. Bridges,

that I cannot possibly, in my official position

in the government, refuse to allow one of my servants

to give notice and volunteer for war work.

If I did, I should be severely criticized.

I know it's hard on all of you downstairs,

and Mrs. Bellamy and I will try and see there is no undue strain

on the household in these difficult days.

But, sir, I --

HUDSON: That would be much appreciated, sir.

But Ruby must be free to give notice

and go into a munitions factory if she wishes to do so.

When do you wish to leave, Ruby?

Well?

Well, if I could give madam notice now, sir,

and start on Monday week.

RICHARD: Very well, Ruby.

RUBY: I'm sorry, sir.

Nothing to be sorry about, Ruby. Your action is most commendable.

The army and the navy need shells, God knows,

and you're to help make them.

I'm sure we shall all miss you

after such a long time in service here.

RUBY: Thank you, sir.

I'll inform Mrs. Bellamy when she returns tomorrow.

RUBY: Yes, sir.

RICHARD: Well, good luck, Ruby, in your new employment.

- Thank you, sir. - That's all.

Get downstairs, look sharp.

RICHARD: Thank you, Mrs. Bridges and um...

MRS. BRIDGES: Yes, sir.

I'm sure we can manage, eh?

We shall just have to try, shan't we?

[Voice breaking] Very good, sir.

Go on, Ruby, get downstairs!

[Door closes]

HUDSON: Thank you, sir.

RICHARD: What?

HUDSON: I thought it best for both Ruby and Mrs. Bridges

to hear your decision from your own lips, as it were,

rather than from mine.

RICHARD: Yes. Thank you, Hudson.

HUDSON: Yes, sir.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

GEORGINA: Oh, Rose, you haven't waited up for me?

ROSE: Oh just to give you something to eat

and put you to bed, miss.

Mrs. Bridges left you something nice on a tray,

and soon as I've tucked you up, I'll bring it up to you.

GEORGINA: Rose, I'm so tired, I really couldn't eat a thing.

ROSE: Oh, well, you've had a long day, miss.

GEORGINA: I had to see the matron before I left,

and then I got on the wrong bus.

ROSE: What was it like at the hospital?

GEORGINA: I'm in a ward for women,

most of them elderly.

Today, I had to wash an old woman with a skin disease,

empty a lot of pans, and scrub out a dispensary.

ROSE: No wounded soldiers?

GEORGINA: Not one.

I'm afraid my dream of being a sort of Florence Nightingale

was just a dream.

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