All language subtitles for Hetty Feather s06e02 The Final Chapter 2

We're expecting some guests.

They're getting married in the parish
and they need somewhere to stay. Got an

interview later this morning for a new
job. Junior groundsman in Regent's Park.

This is Canada.

I think it's coming.

George!

Stop! It's my writing!

What is your writing with no one to
publish it? Pack your things and go!

It wasn't just a bad dream.

I had no job, nowhere to call home.

There were no fires to light, no chamber
pots to empty.

This was the freedom I'd been waiting
for my entire life.

And yet, I'd never felt more alone.

No rest for the wicked.

You ready for life upstairs?

As ready as I'll ever be.

Agnes was sweet on Gideon.

Harriet had Matthias.

What did he say?

He can't help us.

And Sheila, well, she'd always have her
pastry, I suppose.

There was a whole world out there ready
for me to explore.

But where was my place?

Where did I belong?

Goodness me.

I'd expect bigger portions at the
workhouse.

Sorry, Lady Grenford, we're rather short
on supplies in the kitchen.

Well, then perhaps we should look for
another cook, one who is able to fulfil

her duties.

It's not Sheila's fault, milady, it's
just... Well, with everything that's

been going on, I don't think Mr
Callander's had time to pay his

outstanding bills.

Father! Oh, George, impeccable timing as
ever.

Sheila has cooked us a veritable feast
of delights. I have a meeting, I'm

afraid. I'm sure another half hour won't
hurt.

I miss father.

The butcher's boy said he'd give us an
extra week, but that's the last time I'm

swapping kisses for pork chops.

Lady Grenfell wasn't impressed with your
haddock. She should be lucky she had

anything at all.

Stuck-up old bat. That's enough of that
talk.

Who died and made you Lady of the Manor?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean... We know what
you meant, Sheila.

As acting housekeeper.

Please. Someone has to keep his house
running smoothly.

Fat load of use you've been so far.

Come in.

My kitchen, my rules.

Off you go.

Come in.

Hello, kids. How was your boarding
house?

It was the best I could find at short
notice.

I didn't sleep. I was too worried about
Hetty. Has there been any news?

Nothing. She said she would let us know
her address when she had one.

Do you suppose she's all right? Oh,
Hetty's nothing if not resourceful.

She knows better than to look for
trouble.

Eddie?

What are you doing?

I dropped my purse, but don't worry.

I found it.

So good to see you.

I've read about Mrs Callender in the
paper.

I'm so sorry.

Is that why you're here, to tell me?

Mr Callender gave him my notice.

But it's all right. Maybe it was a
blessing in disguise.

You see, I'm a writer now.

I've got a room in the boarding house
till I figure out my plans.

I'm so proud of you, Hetty.

Does that mean you've missed me?

Of course I have.

I've missed everyone.

The thing is, Jack... I've got some news
of my own, actually.

I've been stepping out with a flower
seller called Babs.

I'm so excited for you to meet her,
Hetty.

I've got a feeling that the two of you
are going to be the best of friends.

Wait here.

Where are we going to find a chapel at
such short notice?

I'm sure there's a way. I don't think
there is.

You sound like you've given up already.

Forget about the stupid wedding.

Anything's better than you two bleating
on.

I think what Sheila means is we just
have to use a bit of Nass.

No, it's not.

I'm willing to offer my services.

Come back, Hetty.

All is forgiven.

Hetty, I'd like you to meet Babs.

We finally get to meet.

You are every bit as pretty as Jack said
you are.

I got you this.

Chrysanthemum to go with your beautiful
hair.

Thank you. Jack tells me you're a
writer.

Well... I bet you've met some Thornham
Society people, haven't you? Have you

ever met Mari Lloyd? I saw her once at
the Empire at Leicester Square. Oi, let

Hetty get a word in.

Sorry. I always get like this when I'm
nervous.

Oh, I have to go.

Can't keep us doing the rounds.

Will you be all right here?

Of course we will, silly.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Please don't take him from me.

I told Harriet we should have got
married in New York, but she wouldn't

hear of it.

When did you arrange to meet everyone?

One o'clock.

I'm going to be a laughing stock when
they hear that the wedding's off. It's

assuming they turn up.

I wrote to them all as soon as I knew I
was coming to London.

I thought, what better time to arrange a
reunion?

Stick your hopes up.

How did you know Harriet was the one?

I knew from the first moment I saw her.

It's like a feeling, isn't it?

Like... butterflies in your tummy.

Do you ever just wish we were back in
the family hospital?

Life was definitely much simpler then.
That's because everyone was planned out

for us. Chapel, lessons, drill practice.

Why are you grinning?

You, my friend, are a genius.

I am? Go on.

With any luck, the boys will be waiting
for us. Not so fast.

You're up to something.

No, we're not. Oh, fine then. You won't
mind if I just go and get Harriet? All

right, all right.

You have to promise not to tell anyone.

You know me.

Soul of discretion.

I got you some lemon sherbets.

Oh.

I've embarrassed myself, haven't I?

Of course not.

It's just I know that you and Jack used
to step out.

I didn't really.

And I thought that he might still be
sweet on you.

You know what I think?

I've never seen Jack this happy.

He's lucky to have found someone as
special as you, Babs.

You two seem to be getting on well.

Hetty is just wonderful.

I wish you both all the happiness in the
world.

You're not going, are you?

Hobnobbing with the likes of Oscar
Wilde, I shouldn't wonder.

Something like that.

Goodbye, Jack.

Be lucky, Hetty.

It can't be.

Matron?

Feather?

Nurse?

I know I'm not the face you want to see,
but you're going to have to be very

brave.

It may feel like you're all alone, but
you must remember that you have a family

who loves you very much.

When you're old enough, I promise I will
tell you all about your beautiful...

If I hear this wretched baby crying one
more time, I shall have you escorted

from the house. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, my lady. It won't happen again.

I know what you must be thinking about
this.

This has only ever been a temporary
arrangement. You see, my lodgings, they

got condemned.

An infestation of rats, would you
believe?

So, um, unfortunately, I have to sleep
out here just until I can move into my

new accommodation, which is a lovely
little place, um, near Limehouse.

So... I have a room in a boarding house.

I use the money from my article.

You can stay there until your place is
ready.

I take it Rosa Callender grew tired of
your recalcitrant behaviour, hmm?

Well?

What?

Mrs. Callendar, she... She died.

What time did you say? One o'clock.

It's two minutes to.

Lady Grenford's orders, and she's
shelled out for the lot.

One does never cease.

She's insisting the whole family eat
together this evening, so that means

pulling out all the stops.

Don't forget St Albans.

Do you have any idea how long it takes
to perfect the perfect wobble?

Well, then, you'd better get cooking.

Chop-chop!

What time is it?

Almost two.

What should we do?

Forget it.

They're not coming.

I wouldn't be too sure.

Walter, look at you in your uniform.

That's Corporal Brittles, yeah.

What are you making a fuss of him for?

Real soldiers are with the Queen's own.

So... When's little Lord Fonterboy
planning on getting hitched? As soon as

we find a chapel. Who's the unlucky
lady?

Harriet, of course.

You're marrying that wet lettuce.

Don't talk about her like that. Girl's
in New York and you go with the

drippiest.

Riot! Get off! Get off!

Stop, please!

Stop right there!

Consider yourselves under arrest.

Ned, you almost had us there.

Now that we're all here, I'm going to
need you out, boys.

I'll explain on the way, but for now,
are we all in?

Brothers.

Brothers.

Not everyone's here, though.

Whatever happened to Judd?

I didn't know where to write.

Yeah, he's probably leading his own
regiment by now.

You know what they say.

Always the quiet ones you have to watch.

It was a joke, Ned.

It was a joke.

Easy mistake to make.

Do you mind?

We're at a very delicate stage here.

There's still no sign of Matthias.

I can't believe he'd leave without
saying anything.

Dinner has to be served in a few hours.
Right.

That's it. What are you doing?

Everything's prepared.

You can serve it when you jolly well
please.

Where are you going? I'm sick of
watching her mope around all day.

I'll take you to see Matthias.

Well, come on then. Don't you want to
know the truth about your precious

fiancé?

Hurry up.

Well, there we are, boys.

Back to where it all started.

Come on.

Come on, Benz.

Oi! Where do you think you're going?

I can't believe we're back here. It
feels like we never left.

Get back to class, the lot of you! I
don't understand that it is. Last thing

I need is you boys giving me the
runaround.

As I live and breathe.

Unfortunately. Mr. Cranbourne!

Mr. Cranbourne!

Boys, get!

Oh, I can hardly believe this.

You're called, Nurse Macclesfield.

Bet you never thought you'd see us
again, sir.

Still can't quite believe it.

Rosie and I...

We might have had our differences, but
we... We were close once.

She was such a lovely child.

Well,

it just goes to show, doesn't it, you
can have all the money in the world, but

at the end of the day, we have no idea
when fate might intervene and it's...

So what will you do now? You're the
toast of literary London.

I haven't quite figured that out yet.

Well, no hurry.

Plenty of time to think about all that.

Oh, I tell you, why don't you get some
rest?

Yeah?

That's it.

Sweet dreams.

Oh, a wedding, you say?

Did you hear that, Mr Cranbourne?

Yes, I did indeed.

Well, I wouldn't give to be a blushing
bride one day.

Boys, do you know what I found the other
day when I was cleaning out my cupboard?

It's like a fine wine.

It just gets better with age.

What do you say? Quick game for old
time's sake?

Backing up being on Ned's side.

All this talk of weddings, it gets you
thinking, doesn't it?

About what exactly?

Well, neither of us are getting any
younger, are we, Donald?

Don't worry, Mabel, I'm sure there's
still plenty of time for you yet.

Get him, sir.

Wait, wait.

Aren't we forgetting something?

What? What?

Oh, of course.

Someone in goal?

Goal?

I'm not doing it. Will I do?

Judd.

I don't believe it.

How are you still here?

They kept me back here.

Was it two?

Come here.

Yes, we are. We didn't think Judd would
be suited to the life of a soldier.

But the privy's never been so clean.
There you go. Join in.

Come on, Judd's team, let's go.

Right, I'm on his team. Let's go. Come
on, Judd's team. Let's go!

Why have you brought me here? You'll
see.

Sheila!

First Matthias and now you. Why won't
anyone tell me what's happening? Oh,

right!

Matthias came here to ask if you can use
the chapel to get married.

Although why anyone would want to get
married is beyond me.

Don't lose hope, Sheila.

Your knight in shining armour might be
waiting around the next corner.

Ow! Can I have my ball back?

Judd?

Or maybe not.

Come on, Judd.

You've got a visitor.

Harriet.

How did you know?

The she-mob strikes again.

Thank you.

What for?

We're both so grateful.

I'm not sure I follow.

For letting us get married in the
hospital chapel.

Well, that's the first I've heard of it.

I was going to ask. I'm afraid our funds
are still rather low.

We haven't been able to repair the roof
since your leaving service.

It's all closed off.

You'd rather play football with your
friends than help find a chapel?

Sorry. Really?

Because all you've done is complain
since we got here.

Well, that's my cue to leave.

Manoeuvres in Salisbury to attend.

Good luck.

Sounds like you'll need it.

See you later, Judd.

Starting to wonder if you ever wanted to
marry me at all. Give me strength.

What are you so upset about?

We can sort it another day.

You don't get it, do you? This whole
thing's jinxed.

First Hetty, now this.

What are you saying?

The wedding's off.

Harriet.

Well, I think Mr. Rembrandt can sleep
soundly in his bed tonight.

What?

I'm sure your father will be delighted.

George?

A present for you, Father.

Dinner will be served shortly. I'll take
it in my study.

I understand your grieving, George.

We all are.

But you have four children in this house
who need their father.

Not to mention a pile of outstanding
bills and... You're absolutely right.

I've been putting it off for too long.

Could you gather the children and the
staff in the drawing room, please?

I'll talk to them all together.

Matron?

Oh no, not my money.

No, no, no, no.

At last!

Sorry. Best take Harriet back to her
boarding house.

You'll never guess what's happened. We
don't have time for all that.

Who is it?

Something wrong?

Mr. Callender wants to see all of us in
the drawing room.

As you all know, this has been a rather
difficult few weeks.

We understand, Father.

And whilst I appreciate the desire to
carry on as normal...

I'm afraid life at Callander Hall will
never be like it was.

As of this evening, I am no longer
proprietor of the Daily Herald. Oh,

good. I never did like that vulgar
paper.

Within the next few weeks, I shall be
returning to our home in India.

Edwin, you will be enrolled at Harrow,
and Constance, you will go and live with

Aunt Ernestine. But I don't... Like her?
No one does, my dear.

Lady Granford, you are, of course,
welcome to stay on at Calendar Hall.

Why can't I stay too?

I fear you will be too much of a strain
for a woman of advancing years. Why not

put me out to pasture and be done with
it?

I've yet to decide which of the staff I
intend to keep on, but I will let you

know in due course. Now, if you'll
excuse me, I'm afraid it's been a rather

trying day.

Constance!

Well, that's it then.

Might as well pack our bags.

We don't know that for sure.

You heard Mr. Calendar.

It's over.

How can we stay together now?

They can't split us up.

It's not our choice to make anymore.

Scared, Sheila?

Constance?

Oh, you got my letter then? Yes, you
need to come back to Calendar Hall.

I can't, I'm sorry.

You don't understand.

Mr Calendar's leaving for India. That's
not the only thing.

Harriet's only gone and broken it off
with Matthias.

We need you, Hetty. We can't fix this on
our own.

You're going to have to.

What's wrong with you? I'm sick of
everyone taking advantage of me.

Sort your own problems out from now on.

Agnes and Sheila needed me, and yet I
couldn't bring myself to help them.

Not only had Matron taken my money,
she'd taken my trust with her too.

I'd lost everything.

My hopes, my dreams, and now my friends.

Harriet's gone. Well, she's heading to
New York.

Harriet! Please just let me out.

I'm on a mission.

Are you coming or not?

Teddy, we have to go.

Why don't you marry me?

Wouldn't that be a start?

Oi! That's my money!