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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!