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Hmm, very pleasing.

I think we can pronounce
your ladyship fully recovered.

I had hoped the scarring
might improve.

But it still seems so livid.

One rather feels obliged
to make jokes

about zip fasteners, and so forth.

I hope that isn't wishful thinking.

Because I don't want to have to
open you up again.

This old tummy wouldn't
stand for it.

There were no complications
with my first child.

Time to shut up shop, I think.

No more babies.

I'm sure your husband will
take care of matters.

Nurse will help you with your hat.

Stop please, Spargo.

There's no need to wait.

Beryl!

I was just passing by and I thought
I'd help take the children home!

Oh, very well, your ladyship.

All present and correct. Yes.

I'll push.

Be careful, your ladyship!
It's really heavy.

'Hallo. Herzogpark zwei zwei neun.'

Persie, is that you?

Are we going to have the usual
conversation?

Does Agnes send her love,
and say the door is always open?

We both want you to know that
you're welcome to come home.

Don't wait till the world
goes up in flames.

Hallam! You're the only person
I know

who thinks the world is going
to go up in flames.

Everyone else has been all smiles
since Munich.

'I think the Jewish population might
disagree with that.'

I told Agnes how you were living,
and she wasn't very happy.

Did you tell her that we kissed?

No. I suspect that's for the best.

What a to-do!

Poor baby will be quite out of sorts,
coming back early from her walk!

What was that naughty
nursery maid thinking?

Beryl was following orders from me.

Agnes, how very timely!

I just answered the telephone,
and it was for you.

But I've asked you to leave that
to the staff, Blanche!

I can't waste time with
petit bourgeois ceremonial.

It might be the British Museum.
It's a woman called Kennedy.

She sounds American.

Oh, I beg your pardon, my lady.

Mrs Kennedy.

Do you think the tan gloves,
or the blue suedette?

I think the tan introduces
a nice autumnal note.

Seasonal, neat,
and without excess pretensions.

But the suedette go with my shoes.

I've never met my nephew's wife,

she looks like a mannequin in
her photographs.

Is he a big noise then, this nephew?

He had a desk job with the income
tax in Belfast for nine years.

But he's very ambitious.

He's come home to London,
and set up selling insurance.

What's the matter?
Is my rabbit's foot not straight?

It's straight.
But it looks matted round the claws.

Well, genuine fur will always
perish.

But I wore it on my Sunday coat
when Tommy was a boy.

We will be inviting
their Royal Highnesses

the Duke and Duchess of Kent,
and His Excellency and Mrs Kennedy

will be bringing two additional
guests, their son Jack,

and someone she describes as
a business acquaintance,

a Mr Caspar Landry.

Very good, my lady. You will be
requiring full, formal settings?

Naturally.
It's what this house does best.

I have to say, you don't half look
well, Auntie Clarice.

That must be the Belgravia air.

Oh, I don't get much of that, dear!

I'm not like Enid, all manicured
and coiffed at her perfume counter!

She does herself down, Enid.

When my dad was at his last,

she turned up at the hospital with
these beautiful biscuits.

Lovely they were, all sort of purple
and round, like little cushions.

You mean my violet macaroons!

Most households buy them
in from French confectioners,

but I've always made my own.

I thought they might tickle
Godfrey's palate.

Were they the last thing he ate?

No, he'd gone beyond swallowing
by that point.

But I've never tasted anything
so good.

Cyril. Elbows. And stop staring.

She's got a dead dog's paw on her.

Aunt Clarice, I am sorry! What have
I said about passing remarks?

It's off a rabbit, not a dog.

You can touch it if you like.

He's been a bit out of sorts
since we arrived.

Missing his pals, I reckon.

There are some lovely
parks in London.

You should get him out and playing.
He'd soon make friends.

Well, he's got his family for now,
hasn't he Auntie Clarice?

Yes, he has.

I feel horribly awkward about
the whole thing.

We've scarcely seen the Kents

since he suggested
I take a letter to Herr Hitler!

The Duchess sounded delighted to
accept.

And the Duke is
one of your oldest friends.

Ambassador Kennedy isn't
one of my oldest friends.

He'll have some sort of plan,
just you wait and see.

Everyone has a plan, Hallam.
That's how things get done.

I'm sorry,
I ought to be more enthusiastic.

I suppose I was shaken by your news.

Oh, yes. My news.

Was that the thing you dreaded most?
Being told no more?

The thing I dreaded most was
having none at all.

And we were spared it.

They've made us complete,
haven't they? The children?

Yes. Of course.

Dinner plates and soup cups,
ready for inspection!

That's beautiful! Is it porcelain?

Says Limoges on the back.

I reckon the gilt's been
chipped on this one.

Not by me. This has been
in mothballs since before I came.

And make sure you root out
the finger bowls.

I've Grilled Lime and Shrimp in mind
for the hors d'oeuvres.

I have received advance
notice of the bill of fare.

Her ladyship has in fact
requested oysters.

But I go upstairs to
discuss the menus!

I was planning to suggest
a New World theme for the Kennedys.

Poulet Maryland, perhaps,
and a seafood chowder!

Johnny, fetch the cellar book.

I shall recommend a Riesling to
Sir Hallam for the first course.

Schloss Vollrads, I think,
if we can get the '36.

A German wine?

War has been averted, Mrs Thackeray.

We must rise above petty
historical frets.

In your opinion, maybe.

Dr Mottershead, these papers were
deeply personal to Lady Holland.

There are hundreds of letters,
there are her journals.

There are writings even
I was not allowed to see!

Since she appointed me
her literary executor,

I imagine she was happy for me
to read them all.

You had no alphabetic system,
no coherent filing code!

It was entirely coherent to
both she and I!

Letters from Sir Hallam tied
with blue ribbon,

telegrams preserved in
her alligator glove-case!

She chose her own methods,
and I maintained them.

My sister was a romantic.
I suppose you read her memoirs.

I typed every single sentence.

You deserve a medal.

I'd prefer it if you didn't
speak of my mother that way.

Especially in front of Mr Amanjit.
I was speaking to Mr Amanjit.

A letter came for you.

Could you please tell me
where I might find the ink?

The i's have it.

For the meanwhile, they are
positioned next to interment,

items destined for.

Who are you doing that one for?

Mr John F Kennedy.

One imagines the central
initial is intended to add gravitas.

According to the Tatler,
he's still at university.

I hope he can keep up with
the conversation.

This'll be my delivery.
From Harrods.

A Harrods' van? Outside 165?

They come here all the time.

They don't come making
deliveries for staff!

If Miss Buck were here, she'd say
you'd forgotten your place.

If Miss Buck was here,
she'd say the same to you.

Let go, let me do it!

Harrods. You're too generous.
You know that.

Who else am I going to
spend my nest egg on?

I've seen titled children on
quite inferior scooters.

I am going to make my way, you know.

Oh, I don't doubt it, dear.

One day, there's going to be nothing
but the best for my little soldier.

Oh, your dad used to call you that.

I know.

We used to have such lovely
Christmases.

I think of us all sometimes, crammed
into the parlour in Edmonton,

with the gas light hissing
and a trifle on the sideboard

and I think,
"How did that come to pass?"

How can a family just fizzle out,
like fireworks?

It's fate, isn't it?

Well, fate, and the Spanish flu.

Oh, God.

Oh, here. Mucky pup.

I haven't fizzled out,
Auntie Clarice. You've still got me.

You've got me too,
for what it's worth.

Look, Auntie!

Eunice, the oysters have arrived.

I want them shucked, the minute
you've buttered the dariole moulds.

Please don't make me, Mrs Thack!
It's like fingering phlegm.

What, may I ask, are these?

They're just a few violet macaroons.

Lady Agnes ordered florentines
to go up with the coffee,

Mrs Kennedy favours them.

Violet macaroons were not
commissioned.

Well, I actually made
those for my family.

As a gift, in my own time.

And utilising your own ingredients?

It's only a bit of ground almond
and some sugar!

And a bottle of violet essence
and six whites of egg.

And half a dozen yolks,

which one imagines have already
graced the plughole.

If you had any relatives to speak
of, Mr Pritchard,

you'd be sneaking them gratis Silvo
and complimentary hock.

And well you know it! So you needn't
get on your high horse with me!

Write me out a bill.

Don't provoke me.

And you needn't include the yolks.

They're going in a mayonnaise.

Blimey. Haute cuisine in the nursery
now, eh?

I've swapped with Eunice.

She's putting the nappies
through the wringer.

Don't you cut
yourself on that knife.

I used to do this all the time,
in my father's public house.

Mother didn't like me
even going in the kitchen, but

when those crates arrived you could
smell the seaside coming off them.

Taste it too,
if you had a sneaky one.

Go on.

You want to be careful.
Feeding me aphrodisiacs.

You want to be careful,
making lewd remarks.

That will be eight shillings
and eight pence.

Plus sixpence deposit on the tin,

which I would prefer to see
returned.

I shall be keeping the tin,
thank you.

Consider it purchased,
for another half crown.

We followed events at Munich
very closely at the Embassy,

and I admired your opposition
to Chamberlain.

I see.

I don't agree with it,
but dissent takes guts.

Sir Hallam was not without allies,
Mr Kennedy.

Churchill and Eden both
shared his point of view.

And where are they?

Marooned on the back benches.

Ambassador Kennedy always
studies form.

Never makes an ill-considered move.

That's why I like him.
I have caution bred into my bones,

my parents were pharmacists
who fled a pogrom.

I presume they were Jewish.

They still are. We just
spell our name a little differently.

That's the American way.
We move forward, we mutate.

We don't turn heritage
into a feather bed.

Sir Hallam's heritage is more
interesting than you'd think.

They made their money
from asbestos mines.

I heard he sold them, and invested
cleverly.

Yes. I'd have held on to them, and
researched their role in textiles.

With a war on the horizon, anything
flame retardant has potential.

But there isn't
a war on the horizon any more.

Take Mr Kennedy. He made his money
from moonshine and motion pictures.

He gave the people what they wanted,
now he's getting his heart's desire.

And what's your heart's desire,
Mr Landry?

I'd rather like to dance with you.

A rumba,
if the band were good enough.

The challenge I'm faced with,
Hallam,

is that I need access to brains
entirely geared to European policy.

They must be the finest brains
available,

and at my disposal in the long-term.
For the next ten years,

the affairs of the world are going
to focus on Europe.

My son Jack's senior year thesis
is based on that very supposition.

Isn't it, Jack?

Yes, Sir.

Hallam, as and when we return to
Washington,

my sons and I are going to need
a consultant advisor

in overseas diplomacy.

I think that's a very
perspicacious plan.

Well, the position is yours,
if you wish to accept it.

But what did Sir Hallam say?
Did he say he'd go?

I told you! He said he was flattered
by the offer,

and he'd give it his best
consideration.

Meanwhile Lady Agnes laughed and
said, "What an enthralling prospect!"

Upstairs. Whilst there's still
some air in these souffles.

You'd better start on the dishes.

And watch out for the gilt, in case
you chip it and get charged.

May I help you, sir?

I was wondering, ma'am,
do you have such a thing

as a spoonful of baking soda
and some water?

Only, I feel a little nauseous,

and I generally find that will
settle things.

Of course, sir. I've
oil of peppermint, if you prefer.

No. Just the baking soda, please.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
Can you direct me to the bathroom?

This way.

Would you like me to fetch anyone,
sir? Your mother, perhaps?

You could be my mother,
for a minute.

Do you have children?

No, I have a nephew.
And a great-nephew, Cyril.

He's a smashing little chap.

Family, hey?

Like my father once said,
if you have thirty cousins,

you're halfway home.

Simply
because you have somewhere to run.

The florentines have melted!

They look like something
a cat's sicked up!

Somebody must have left them
on the plate rack near the gas.

It wasn't me.

Lady Agnes'll do her nut.

Go in the pantry, get me
the tin with Windsor Castle on!

They look like they'll taste of
perfume. Upstairs!

Excuse me! Where do you think you're
going, with my family's macaroons?

Coffee cannot be served without
petits fours. Johnny, carry on!

I've paid for those!
They are my property!

Johnny! Proceed!

Excuse me, ma'am.
I think I need to rejoin the party.

Oh, of course, dear.

You've been very kind.

You do not address any guest
of the family upstairs as dear!

Let alone the son
of the American Ambassador!

As far as I was concerned
he was just a poorly young man

who needed looking after.

Spending time with my family's
brought out my caring side.

It's brought out your foolish side.

You have a duty to the family
upstairs!

I don't think you should be
lecturing me about my duty!

Given your record in the war.

Oh. Four left. Fancy.

So, you only owe me...

six and eleven. What for?

The macaroons you sent upstairs,

and you may post the remittance
to me at 26 Mafeking Road, Pimlico.

Which will be my residence from this
evening onward.

I resign! Tin pot martinet.

I think you know what you should do,

although I'll wait for a decision
for the sake of form.

Sir.

You've always done things
so elegantly!

I'm only sad that I'm too old to
come out dancing with you.

Nonsense, Mrs Kennedy!

Will you take care of Jack?

He's recovered his colour,
but he doesn't know London at all.

He'll be supremely safe with us.

Agnes, unhand that boy.
He's barely 21.

Dorchester, was it sir?
Oh, no, not the Dorch!

Bag O' Nails Club, Soho, I think.

It does so make my heart leap up,
to see you embracing society again.

You were absent far too long.

I know. It wasn't good for Hallam,

he needs my support and I intend to
give it.

Even if we end up in America.

Wither he goest, thou shalt go.

That's rather biblical,
for the Bag O Nails?

Believe me, on occasion, this place
puts Sodom and Gomorrah in the shade.

Sir. I want Hallam to say yes to
Joseph Kennedy.

I want him to go where he'll feel
valued and respected.

And you want me
to have a little word?

I've had to show the bartender
how to mix martinis.

He was using too much vermouth.

An imperfect martini?

Well, that would never do.

Thank you, Mr Landry.

Better? I rather think it is!

I worked shifts in a speakeasy when
Prohibition was coming to an end.

I knew that one day very soon,
the whole of America

would be waking with a headache
and crying out for a pill.

I see. So you studied the poison
to find the antidote.

And I did. It comes in the form of
a soluble tablet,

and now every bathroom in America
has a bottle on the shelf.

The whole of my fortune is
founded on a thing that dissolves

when you drop it in water.

Oh. A rumba! Oh, yes.

But they're playing it so badly.

I'm sorry to say I just saw red!

He's been over-reaching himself

ever since our housekeeper
went into the sanatorium.

Telling me what I can and can't do.

I mean, it's not as though
Lady Agnes had taken me in

under some sort of sufferance.

I'm highly skilled
and I had to be enticed.

Thank you, dear, is it sugared?

One and a bit,
just the way you like it.

They're all hanging on to
165 like limpets, and what for?

A cursory, "Thank you and goodbye

"and we're all on the next boat to
America?"

Aren't you having tea, dear?

I have to be up in the morning. Oh.

Anyway, I just thought,

I don't have to stand here tugging
on my forelock.

I've got savings. I can retire,
now I've got somewhere to go.

Say yes.

I'm giving it my serious
consideration.

And then say yes.

Sometimes, old chap, one simply
comes to a fork in the road.

One doesn't know why the path should
bifurcate,

where the new lane leads, or why.

I'm going to be sent to Australia
next year. Governor General.

No.

But carpe diem. And all of that.

You're talking Latin.
It's probably time to go home.

I absolutely refuse to flag or fade.

I've asked the band to
play my favourite song,

and I am determined to enjoy it.

Any time you're Lambeth way

Any evening, any day

You'll find us all doing the Lambeth
walk.

I don't think that American could
believe his eyes!

Caspar Landry? The hangover king?

You won't be saying his name
so scornfully in the morning.

And neither, I suspect, will I.

Did we ever do this
when we were young?

Not together. Not in evening dress.

And we're not old!

Not yet.

Shall we be brave, darling?

Shall we make sure
we never have to say we didn't dare?

Would you say yes?
Would you go back to America?

I'd go anywhere with you.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

Who is this? Who's calling?

Hallam?
I don't want to be here any more!

'They're arresting people, burning
schools and synagogues.'

Persie? Where are you?

Stay calm. Tell us exactly
what is happening.

They're attacking shops.
Jewish shops.

There are buildings on fire
everywhere!

Das Telefon ist nur fuer
Notfaelle vorgesehen.

Help me.

Hallam. I want her home.

Oh.

Ah.

I think Cyril was caught a bit
short in the night.

Cyril! Not again.
I'm sorry, Aunt Clarice.

You couldn't quickly rinse them
through?

Tom went out early, and I've got to
walk Cyril to school.

Oh, yes, of course.
I'm glad to be of help.

I've already spoken to Whitehall.

Our man called from Berlin, and says
the rioters are still going at it.

Dozens of synagogues have
been destroyed,

and arrests of Jews
run into the tens of thousands.

This is the latest
edition of the Express.

There were even
attacks on Jewish orphanages!

They say the German
government condones it.

Of course they condone it, Agnes!

They brought it about, as surely
as if it was ordered by decree.

Don't you understand that?

I'm reading the papers in an attempt
to understand that.

But let's not snap,

we're both tired Will you try to
speak to Persie today?

I shall do my best.
And before you ask,

I won't be calling Joseph Kennedy,

now is not the time to be
heading for America.

England has been pushed to
the edge of the abyss.

Any assumption that war has been
averted,

that Hitler was tamed or constrained
by the Munich Pact is over.

I have work to do.

But you haven't had any sleep.
Or any breakfast!

Sir.

There has been a telephone call,
from Mrs Fuller at Harbury House.

Lotte's headmistress?
What's the matter?

Mrs Fuller did not wish to say.

But she asked that either you visit,
as Lotte's legal guardian,

or that I do.

Do you have time? It's not
distracting you from any work?

No, I have no work to do, sir.

Where are you now? Are you safe?

'Not really.'

Friedrich and I have had a difference
of opinion. Political opinion?

No. He thinks we ought to marry.

And I think if we did,
I'd be in exile for ever.

Because he's divorced.
Or he would be, by then.

Persie.
This is no time for histrionics!

Get yourself to the station,
and make your way to Hamburg

on the first available train.

'There'll be boats to
Harwich twice daily.'

All very sensible advice, except you
seem to presume that I'm in funds.

'Are you out of funds?'

I'm a kept woman, Hallam,
who's been thrown out.

And I'm leaving my mink
behind on point of principle.

Hallam. I'm begging you to help me.

You're family. You don't need to.

* I hear them calling for you *

* Beware, a spider lurks about *

* And a fire has broken out *

* Can you hear them? *

* Can you hear your
children crying? *

You have touched my heart with
that, Lotte.

Her diction is delightful, isn't it?

Now. Run outside
and join in games, Lotte.

Mr Amanjit and I will come
and watch you.

Yes, Mrs Fuller.

Thank you, Mr Busch.

Her late mother used to sing her
that in German.

So did Lotte,
when she first came here.

But she's forgotten how, now.
Or so she says.

She wants to be English,
like everybody else.

She will never be English,
like everybody else.

She is a Jewess,
she is of a different race.

Sir Hallam really has been
extraordinarily generous with Lotte.

I know she was
only his housemaid's child,

yet he takes care of her every need.

He was afraid of what may happen,

if she was sent back to
Frankfurt by herself.

I'm sure you're aware of what
happened last night.

I am.

And it sickens me, the attacks
on the Jews will gather apace,

there'll be orphans without number.

I want to help more children,
Mr Amanjit.

Two, even three, little girls!

Lotte's rabbi says
people are desperate to escape.

He did give me the address in London

for the Central British Fund for
German Jewry.

But there's also a man called
Mr Silverman who might advise.

It all sounds terribly confusing,
nothing seems straightforward.

That cannot be right.

Nothing is right in the world
just now.

And nor will it be,
for a very long time.

Which is why we must try to do
the little good that we can.

Thank you for your time,
Mr Silverman.

And thank you for your
interest, sir.

There is so much
we are trying to achieve.

I will do my utmost to assist.

Oh, Mr Amanjit.
What is my transgression this time?

I had hoped to avoid an upbraiding,

you may note I have
avoided your territory today.

Dr Mottershead. I have not
come before you with any complaint.

I have come to beg a favour.

On behalf of a place where
your skills are gravely needed.

And there's a Queen of Puddings
to follow,

which a little bird told me
Master Cyril might like.

Perhaps you'd like to carve, dear,
as you're the man of the house.

It would be my privilege
and pleasure.

It's like a Sunday dinner...
on a week night.

Oh, an ounce of planning saves
a pound of trouble!

We'll have the leavings minced
up in a shepherd's pie tomorrow

and then I've a chicken
and a ham to be delivered Thursday.

And I've lodged an order

for store-cupboard staples
with Partridge's in Sloane Square.

I don't want you putting
yourself out of pocket.

Oh, don't worry about that, dear.

The bill won't come till
the end of the month.

What sort of organisation is this?

Is it a dedicated charity,
or a government department?

It's where the anguish of
the trapped is kept.

There are rooms like this
all over London.

Jews write daily from Germany
and Austria.

These are cries for help,

people begging to be rescued.

Letters drowning,
under the weight of letters.

A thousand more arrive daily.

It is not as if they can't get out
of Germany. Travel is permitted.

Of course, a leaving tax is levied.

The problem is, is that no-one
else will have them.

Britain issues only 75 visas a day.

And there is deep resistance to
any change of rule.

This is Chaos.
Chaos with a capital C.

No-one in this building is to blame,
it has happened too fast.

Meanwhile these people are pursued
by a bureaucracy of such precision,

and intent, that they
are quite without hope

unless we strive to match it.

I told Mr Silverman of your skills
at creating order.

We hoped you might volunteer to
implement a system.

And what would be the point of that,
if we won't let them in?

Pritchard, I cherished
Mrs Thackeray!

I was proud to present my guests,
and my family,

with the food that she had cooked.

But we can't keep hoping that
she'll have a change of heart!

What are we having for dinner
tonight? Mock Turtle Soup.

Tinned?

And a pheasant pie from Fortnums.
Followed by blancmange. Home-made.

But, Pritchard,
when Miss Buck was taken ill,

you promised me that we
could manage without a housekeeper.

I need you to
act as a housekeeper would,

and place an advertisement
in tomorrow's Chronicle.

If Mrs Thackeray would like to
reapply, she may.

Reapply? Writing in, with
references?

I can't see Mrs Thackeray
doing that.

Especially as her references would
have to come from you.

Are you going to put a glace
cherry on that?

We've run out of glace cherries!

What's that?

Plaice and three penn'orth,
with crispy bits.

I haven't had a hot meal
since Mrs Thack upped sticks!

All the effort's gone into feeding
upstairs.

I can smell them from here.

Get yourself a piece of bread,
I'll make you a chip butty.

Can I tempt you, Beryl?
Go on, you know you want to!

Do I?

I was only being jocular.

Hmm. Jocular spelt F-R-E-S-H.

You want to rein him in, Mr P.

This servants' hall is going
to lose its class.

Oi!

How do you intend to amend
the visa policy?

It is the principle obstacle
in our way.

It's perceived in the Commons
as an immigration issue.

Difficult,
given the levels of unemployment.

How do YOU perceive it, Hallam?

And it's no good pulling
that po-face,

I can see right through it,
I always could. I'm trying to keep
some professional distance!

No, you're high-tailing it
away from your emotions!

You did it as a boy, when I visited
you in that wretched school.

You were the only one who ever came!

And I didn't see you
particularly often.

Well, you were a very uninspiring
child. I did try my best.

I brought you tuck,
I took you out for treats.

You brought me protein biscuits,
and took me to a nudist camp.

Only the once!

It's probably your mother that
you're really angry with.

If you wish to pursue that,
I can recommend a mesmerist.

I do not wish to pursue it.

The hard truth is the Jews are seen
as immigrants not refugees.

Hallam, they won't be refugees
if we don't let them in,

they will be statistics.

Sir, you must persuade the Home
Secretary

of the benefits to foreign policy!

Advise him
that group visas will save time.

And then advise him
to get the children out.

It will avoid the unemployment
issue and capture public sympathy.

The Home Secretary is receiving

a delegation of Anglo-German Jewry
tonight.

He has to listen to what they have
to say.

And you must listen to what I have
to say.

We could take in tens of thousands,

yet we haven't relaxed
a single immigration law.

Britain should take the lead,
and take the children.

Hello, Enid, dear!

Venison pie tonight,

Mr Hynes had a delivery from
one of the Scottish estates.

Will it be very rich?

Oh no, venison's a lean meat.

My flaky's never turned out so well,

I think it's because this room's
quite chilly in the day.

Cyril. Go out on your scooter.

I don't want to.

Scooter! Before I smack your legs.

I can't be doing with all this mess.

Oh, this isn't mess!
This is work in progress.

I've done my work for the day!

Standing up in a shop for
nine hours in high heels!

And when Tom comes home,
he's done his work too.

We'd sooner have a tidy kitchen,
and some tinned corned beef!

Corned beef?

I like corned beef!
I know where I am with corned beef!

I'm lying awake every night
and I don't know whether it's all

these bloody banquets or if it's the
fear of the bill from the butcher's!

Oh, we'll cry over that
when it arrives, shall we?

You can cry on your own
over that one.

The trouble with you is
you're ruined.

You've no idea how normal
people live.

Can I come in?

Of course, dear.

I'm going to settle that wretched
butcher's bill

the minute it arrives. I'll do it
out of my savings,

you and Enid don't deserve
a moment's worry.

There's something
I need to tell you, Auntie Clarice.

We've been having things rougher
than I've cracked on.

I'm not selling as much
insurance as I'd like.

My bike needs a new chain
and two new tyres.

It's going to cost me
an arm and a leg.

Do you need me to help you out?

No. I've done a deal with
the repairman.

He's taking Cyril's
scooter in exchange.

Well. Winter's on its way.

He'd be putting
it in mothballs in a week or two.

'Penfold speaking,
Third Secretary. Berlin.'

Hallam Holland, London.

I need to speak with
you concerning the transportation

of a vulnerable person.
The name is Towyn, Persephone Anne.

'Miss or Mrs, sir?'

Lady. She's the daughter of an Earl.

Mr Pritchard.

Radcliffe and Hynes sent
this invoice by mistake.

It would seem Mrs Thackeray has been
feeding her relations on account.

I might have known she'd be
a stranger to the Co-op.

We must forward it,
to her new address.

Sometimes it seems to me

that no-one in the world
is in their proper place.

There is no task so great that it
cannot be solved by categorisation.

Small groups must join forces,

larger masses broken
down into component parts.

Now the next phase commences,

finding foster parents for children
who have visas.

And I'm horribly afraid that
I don't know where to start.

We start with List Number One.

Sponsor Number One.

Miss Sylvia Fuller, Harbury House
School, Oxfordshire.

I thought you might join me
for tea in the drawing room,

and then I realised
you must be busy.

Thank you, dear.
You're doing such splendid work.

I've always loved a puzzle.

But the finances for this
Kindertransport

just don't seem to work.

In what way?

The government insists on a �50 bond
for every child.

In advance, to ensure they don't
become a charge upon the state.

Hallam and I would be happy
to donate.

Hallam already has.

You have more to
offer than money, Agnes.

Have I? I'm not sure.

You have intelligence, tact,
and charm.

I have the former in abundance,

but when I turn to the latter two
the bucket comes up dry. No.

Yes. I know my weaknesses.
But you don't know your strengths.

Macaroons don't wait. I'm making
them for Werner's of Brook Street.

It might turn into a regular order,
if they sell.

Any more news?

Miss Pamela sent flowers from her
asylum to put on the monkey's grave.

Oh, bless her.

And Johnny corked a bottle of port,
which he thought was claret.

He's damn short of a bob.

Well, no-one makes
a cup of tea like you do, Mrs Thack.

But Sir Hallam needs picking
up from Whitehall. I have to run.

Oh, yes, of course, dear.

Oh, Mr Pritchard asked me
to give you this.

There's no message.
Only to say it came from him.

Why aren't the children
coming in for free?

Why aren't the public prepared
to foot the bill?

For the majority of people,
�50 is an enormous sum.

Forgive me, Mr Landry, you could
save 100 children at a stroke.

Are you going to remind me
that my parents fled a pogrom?

I'm not going to insult
you by saying anything unnecessary.

I've simply come to tell
you about a poisonous thing,

in the hope that
you'll provide an antidote.

I thought I might tease you,
that I could beg a rumba,

and you would grant me
the pleasure of a dance.

But you're good...

as well as beautiful.

Have you had a lie in, dear?
I saw your bike still in the hall.

I'm giving it a miss today.

Oh, you can help me
carry these violet macaroons.

It's two buses to Brook Street.

I've got paperwork to do.
Calculations and whatnot.

Oh, yes?

I'm packing in insurance.
Reckon if I bought a taxi,

I could be quids in.

It's not a profession though,
is it?

Well. You've got to get a licence.

Thing is, I need investors.

Or an investor.

Once there's a deposit down,
I can pay the rest on HP

and be straight out earning.
I'd split the profits with you.

You're just dreaming, Tommy.

Doesn't everyone?

'Please wait while we try
and connect you.'

Yes?

The first group of children
are scheduled to arrive,

Liverpool Street station.
December 2nd.

It is likely to be in the small
hours of the morning.

From our embassy in Berlin, sir.

'I'm getting Persie
out on a diplomatic flight.

'She doesn't deserve it.'

Well. I'll make sure
she's suitably grateful.

Spargo is outside, checking
the oil-gauge on the hire car.

Eunice is downstairs filling the
hot-water bottles for the children.

If there are any problems
whatsoever, you are to use my card.

Are you sure I can't persuade you
to wear one of my furs?

Agnes, dear,
I'd sooner swathe myself in giblets.

Besides, Mr Amanjit
and I have work to do,

I can't have dead pelts flapping
round my wrists.

Take it for Persie. It will be
freezing at the aerodrome.

Agnes has changed her perfume,
since I saw her last.

Has she?

You can smell it on her fur. Here.

Will you take me home now?

Yes.

Good evening, Lady Persephone.

Hello, Spargo.
It's just like old times.

Barbara Teifenblum.

Dafna Enbinder.

Eva Glasskopf.

Come with us now,
you are quite safe.

Hello, sleepy head.
Welcome to England.

Oven's warming up.

We might venture a few rock cakes.

The Golden Blaze is to be published.

You always said that was the one
story you'd never show to anyone!

Hallam, I need your help.

You will agree that I can inform
Agnes. No.

For girls like Eunice, it's
sometimes service or the streets.

I hate you, Beryl Ballard!

If I had my way,
you would be dismissed!

Lady Agnes was treating us like
domestic appliances!

But this is the key to 165.

I shouldn't have it any more.

You ought to have a tete-a-tete
with your Aunt Blanche.

A friend of hers
has written a novel!

Not a friend. A lover.

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