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You can call me Franny all you like,
love, but I am still your mother.

Stay on the girl. We need to know
what Mrs Calendar is hiding,

more than ever.
This is Henry, my tutor.

We were just attending to
my schooling.

And you have decided that her head
is best filled with nonsense?

I'm not losing my job cos of another
one of Mum's stupid schemes.

If you tell anyone we're related,

I'll cut off every inch
of your hair.

HETTY: Brody says that nothing is
hidden from the Lord.

But even if the Lord saw everything,

it didn't mean he wanted everyone
else to.

What have I told you about coming in
my room without knocking?

Living so closely together,

you'd think we'd know everything
about each other.

If we're all quite ready...

As Miss Emily is turning 16
in some weeks' time,

we will be appointing a lady's maid
to assist her and Mrs Calendar.

One of you has already
expressed an interest,

but we will be interviewing girls
with appropriate experience and a

suitable background.

I'm sure it'll be an honour even to
be considered, Mrs Brody.

If Agnes gets it, does that mean
you'll need a new housemaid?

I think we all know how I feel about
speaking out of turn, Sheila.

But in answer to your question,
"no".

Agnes, Mrs Calendar will be taking
luncheon with Lady Goodall today,

so your trial will begin promptly.

Bessie, silver needs polishing.

Hetty, fireplaces need cleaning,

and, as for you, I expect my staff
to be on time and properly dressed.

I'm sure a thorough scrub of the
privy will help you remember that.

Peeled and a fine dice, Judy.

I'm Sheila, Mrs Whittock.

Good luck, Aggie.
I told you not to call me that!

If you mess this up for me...

Living so closely together,

you wouldn't think we'd have any
secrets left to hide,

but for some of us,
there was always more to find out.

So that one's a stone pine?
Are you sure?

Look at the colour.

Of course, it's a blue Atlas cedar.

Right. Shrubs next.

Do you mind if we don't?

I'd really like to finish my book.

Oh, all right. Erm...

I've got to get finishing with
the pruning, anyway.

GIRL: Giddy-up!

Agnes, a little more decorum.

Would you like me to do yours next,
Miss Constance?

I'll need those hairpins, then.

You go find your nursery maid and

I'll find a bow to tie on your
pigtails.

Yes, Agnes.

That's quite a talent.

You have younger siblings,
I take it.

No, ma'am.

My parents only had the one child.

According to the notes on your
interview, they're out of

the country. Is that correct?
What are they doing abroad?

Missionaries...in Africa.

Africa? How exciting!

They're just helping the poor
and needy.

And now, perhaps, Miss Emily...?

In a minute.
The dressmaker will be here shortly.

If your dress isn't finished,
your father won't be happy.

Hmm?

I don't see why.
My birthday's not for weeks.

He just wants to make sure
everything is perfect.

I don't want a party.

What girl wouldn't want a party for
her 16th birthday?

I shall be out all day.

While I'm gone,
I expect you to set a good example.

Of course, I'll be on
my best behaviour.

Hetty...

How would you like to
wear a beautiful

hand-embroidered dress
with lace trim?

It might get a bit tatty while
I'm scouring the fireplaces!

I was supposed to be studying
with Henry today,

but Father insists I waste the day

getting fitted for a silly dress
for a silly party.

It sounds awful(!) All that lovely
food, all your friends,

while some of us are having the time
of our lives raking ashes!

So, how would you like to swap?

You want me to go to your party?

You're welcome to,
but I think they might notice,

but you can stand in for
the fitting for me.

We're practically the same size,
and the dressmaker won't tell.

Brody will skin me from here to
Christmas if she finds out.

Please? I could hardly refuse
if you order me to do it.

Well, then, I hereby order you to
take my place,

and not to tell a soul.

I thought you were Brody.

I've nearly finished.

Look. It's a present for baby Mabel.

Ma's at the top, then Tom,

and I've saved the prettiest
blue thread just for you, Aggie.

What do you think? I think you
should leave my name off it.

But you're our sister.
Keep your voice down!

I don't get why it's a secret.

Only girls from respectable families
become lady's maids.

But you didn't need to fib to
get your housemaid job.

Do you think they'd have given me it
if I told them my pa had left,

yours was a peddler, and Ma was
bringing up the babies on her own?

If I get lady's maid, I'll be able
to send more money home.

You want that, don't you? For Ma?

And then we can tell everyone.

Tell everyone what?

Personal needlework on work time?

If I catch you idling once more,
Lizzie Duffet...

Now get back to the kitchen.

The custard needs stirring while
Mrs Whittock's indisposed.

Keep an eye on Lizzie.

Some of the stories I've been
hearing... If I had known sooner,

I never would've hired someone from
such stock.

What are you doing here?

I work here, Miss Emily,

and I'm looking for Jack.

Well, I haven't seen him,
and you haven't seen me, either.

What was that about?

I don't know, because I don't stick
my nose in other people's business.

Fine! You won't want to know that
I saw Jack earlier today, then,

seeing as it's none of my business?

Go on, then.

Greenhouse.

Ow!

No wonder Miss Emily ducked out,
standing here for days on end.

I wasn't shirking.
I said work comes first...

I suppose you're going to tell me

that Miss Emily gave you an order
and you didn't know how to refuse?

I understand. Just like I understand
that sometimes

you pretend to be sick when you're
supposed to be serving

at a croquet party, so you can sneak
off somewhere.

I'm sorry, Mrs Brody.

I was so worried I'd done the wrong
thing.

I felt ill, so I was sort of telling
the truth, and anyway,

I was only trying to help,
and I'm not sure if I really did.

I'd hate for Mrs Calendar to think
that I was meddling... Ow!

Thank you.

Be careful, Hetty.

If a family wants to lose a servant,
then who do you think they'll pick?

Someone who keeps their head down
and their eyes shut,

or someone who knows all of their
secrets?

But if you were to confide in
a more senior servant,

I might be able to protect you.

That's all right, but thank you.

I owe you.

I'm sure the time will come when you
can repay the favour.

Jack, I wasn't sure what you wanted
me to...do with the cuttings.

I-I-I was just asking Jack about...

..hellebores.

Put them on the compost,
and get a move on, no slacking.

I wasn't.

I'll leave you to it.
I know you wanted to be on your own.

I did, but... It's fine.

Why would I mind? I'm sure Jack
knows more about gardening than me.

That's the problem with custard.

If you stop stirring,
then it can curdle.

That'll make me feel better
when my arms fall off.

I could stir for a while,

and you could work on your sampler.

I'll make sure Brody
doesn't find out.

Thanks, Aggie.
You're the best sister.

Give it here.

Perhaps I could borrow this.
I'd like to make some more notes.

Of course. I don't expect I'll need
it before Oxford.

You're taking a trip? I'm going to
university, as you know.

I must admit, I am looking forward
to striking out on my own.

Much as I love my family, I shall be
happy to be living apart from them.

But you're to study here, in London,
and become a doctor and save lives.

No, I'm to be a lord,
not a life-saver.

Good old men study at Oxford.

Tell your father
you've changed your mind.

I couldn't possibly speak to my
father like that, even if I had.

What about me?! If you're in Oxford,
how shall I study?

I'm sorry, but you've always known
this would happen.

You know Agnes is going for that
lady's maid job?

She's got all these airs and graces
all of a sudden.

"Such an honour, Mrs Brody.

"As you wish, Mrs Brody.

"Ooh, Mistress Emily, this dress is
most becoming."

Those veg peeling themselves, Judy?

Uh, sorry, Mrs Whittock,
and my name's Sheila.

And less chatting with your
sweetheart, more graft.

On your way, lad.
He's not my sweetheart.

SHE SNIFFS
Oh!

If there's one thing I know
it's my smells,

and that is unmistakably the smell
of burnt custard!

Oh, my apple Charlotte!

It wasn't my fault.

You were meant to keep stirring it!

Lizzie, did I not tell you to keep
on stirring the custard?

Then why weren't you?

So much for keeping an eye on her!
Sorry, Mrs Brody.

I didn't leave it...
Must I remind you not to speak?

You've got it wrong!
Tell her, Aggie.

Aggie?! Her name is Agnes.

Tell her, or Ma'll be
very angry at us.

Your mother? You're sisters!

But you told me you were
an only child.

But your parents...

..in Africa?

Not likely.

I've heard a lot about that
Mrs Duffet.

There have been a fair few
Mr Duffets, if you know what I mean.

Sheila!

You lied. A lady's maid is in
a position of trust and integrity.

When Mr and Mrs Calendar
find out about...

Agnes, get back here now!

We all know what the devil
does with idle hands.

Lizzie, the fish need gutting.

Sheila, Mrs Whittock will need more
eggs for her custard.

Hop to it.

"16 out of 20.
Good work, Jack. Edwin."

Thank you for your time,
Lord Goodall.

Did he tell you?
Henry is going to Oxford.

Funnily enough, his son's studies
weren't on our agenda.

But Oxford?

Henry would be so much better off
in London,

reading medicine
and becoming a doctor.

I think it's none of your business.

You'd do well to stay out of it.

Busybody.

Lord Goodall, wait.

Best get that soaking or you'll be
scrubbing it till midnight.

I'll take mine in my parlour.
Where's Agnes?

Hetty?

She's in her room,
catching up on her mending.

Hiding her shame, more like.

If she's not here by 3 o'clock to
help Miss Emily dress,

there'll be trouble.

Where is she really?

If she's not back by 3.00, she won't
have a job to come back to.

Cover for me.

What about the stove?

Why do I have to work with
a bunch of skivers?

Better than working with
a know-it-all.

Jack reckons there's 14 different
ways to prune a rose.

THEY LAUGH

What?

Ignore them - they're being weird.

Have you got it?
You have, haven't you?

Look, I'm just trying to
improve myself.

What do you mean? Got what?

If you can't see that,
then you're no friend of mine.

What did I do?

Who's that?

If you so much as look at
my chickens,

I'll have your eyeballs
for breakfast...

Hello, Mother.

Oh, "Mother"! Hark at Lady La-di-da!

What are you doing here?
Has something happened?

Come on, we'll get you home.
Look, honest, Ma, there's no need...

No, you'll do as you're told,
my girl, come on.

I'm sorry I haven't been to
see Mabel. You're here now.

Oi, stop, it's my turn!

Oi, boys, boys!

Look who's here.

Aggie! Hello!
Look at you, you've grown.

Oi!

You've still got them
mudlarking, then?

Oh, don't you go
turning your nose up.

There's good money to be made
from the Thames.

Oh, look, look!

There she is, with your
Auntie Jessamine.

Agnes, meet your little sister.

Oh!

Oh, look.

She's pleased to see you.
We all are.

Aren't we?

DOOR OPENS
What are you doing here?

I thought we...
What did you say to my father?

No need to thank me. I simply...

Thanks to you, he's refusing to
pay for my room at college.

So, you're not going to Oxford?

Oh, no, no, no, I will. Only now I
have to live with my Aunt Myrtle.

Oh, that's a shame. So much
for living independently

with like-minded students.

Aunt Myrtle makes my father
look positively radical.

Why did you tell him I wanted to go
to London?

London would be so much better...
Yeah, for you, maybe.

That's all you were thinking of -
your dreams and not mine.

I'm sorry.
Well, how's that supposed to help?

Ma, Aggie's on her way.
She's not under her tree.

I don't know where else to look.
Oh, thank goodness.

Come on, if we go back now...

I'm not going back.
I can't show my face there again.

Are you going to tell me what this
is all about?

Cos I couldn't get
anything out of this one -

clammed up tight as a tick.

Aggie fibbed about some...something.

I lied about you lot, all right?

I pretended my parents were abroad
so they'd think I was respectable

enough to get a job
as a lady's maid.

You were ashamed...of us?

I knew you didn't want Lizzie
working with you,

but I thought it was just one of
those sister things.

Promotion would have meant
more money.

Oh, we don't care about money.

The first thing Edie did when
she saw me is pick my pocket.

You look here, missy.

I've had people look down their
noses at me all my life, judging me,

telling me I'm a bad mother.

So, my kids are a bit mucky and they
don't mind their Ps and Qs?

Oh, so what?

They're happy, and you were happy...

..weren't you?

But now we're not good enough?

You'll send us your pay packet
but you won't even visit

when your little sister's born?

Lizzie's risking her job
to help you.

You should be proud to call her kin.

I've made such a fool of myself.
They'll all be laughing at me.

Do you remember when
I came out the privy

with my apron stuck in my drawers?

LAUGHTER

Or when Tom sneezed all over
Mrs Girton's new hat?

Come on, you've just got to front it
out and make like it doesn't matter,

and then it DOESN'T matter.

So, come on.

You're going to go back there
with your head held high, yeah?

Thanks, Ma. All right.

Good girl. Go on.

Lady Goodall sends her regards.

It seems you've made quite the
impression on that family today.

You should change.

Your father's expecting to see you
in your dress any moment now.

You don't want to disappoint him.

I already have once today.

I've made things worse for Henry.

He'll have to live with his
Aunt Myrtle and I'll...

Have no-one to study with?

That's why you wanted Henry to
stay in London.

I know it's selfish,
but I want to learn.

Without Henry, how am I to do that?

Sometimes it's difficult to see past
what we want.

Other people want things, too,
just as strongly.

Take your father -
he just wants to see his beautiful,

clever daughter become a young lady.

But he doesn't let me do anything.

Most girls spend their days on
needlework, painting...

Do you think Lord Goodall would
let you study, with a boy no less,

if he were your father?

You must appreciate how much
your father's done for you,

putting your wishes before his own.

But I don't want a party.
I won't know anyone.

I can count all my friends
on one finger.

I don't suppose even Henry
will come now.

What better way to make friends?

Allow your father to show you off,
introduce you to society,

find new friends.

Is that so much to ask?

You didn't get it from me,
all right?

CLOCK CHIMES

Mr Calendar, there's something
I must mention to you

about one of the maids.

What is it? I'm off to see Emily.

In her new dress, of course.

And the household staff are
my wife's concern, Mrs Brody.

Perhaps we should
come back later, sir.

The dress might not be ready.
She's expecting me.

Of course, sir.

She was supposed to be here.
She gave her word that...

Ah. A proper young lady.

And just like your mother.

You look beautiful, Emily.

AGGIE WHISPERS: Don't turn around,
the pins'll show.

Very lovely, I'm sure.

Would you mind?
I'd like to speak to my father.

I disobeyed you earlier when I spoke
to Lord Goodall about Henry.

I'm sorry.
I expressly told you not to.

I know, and it's not enough to
simply dress like a lady.

I must act like one as well.
I'm not a child any more.

Quite right. It's about time you...
But neither is Henry.

But because of me he's to be coddled
by his Aunt Myrtle rather than

living independently like a man.

If Lord Goodall understood how much
I regret interfering,

if there was a way to make amends...

I'll write a letter to him.

Despite all of his strictness, he
only wants his children to be happy.

Thank you, Father.
Henry will be so pleased.

Good, then that's the last
we shall speak of it.

Absolutely...

..until I go to university myself.

I trust you've had time to
give some thought to...

I'd like to apologise, Mrs Brody.

I should never have lied
and said my folks were abroad.

Although, technically, Pa is a
sailor, so he probably is, anyway.

It was dishonest of me.

Yes, it was.

Although from what I've heard of
your family,

I doubt you know any better.

My family are kind,

and they love me,
and I'm proud of them.

I trust you wish to withdraw your
application for lady's maid.

Yes, Mrs Brody.

I'm quite happy where I am...

..for now.

I know you stole my book, so at
least have the decency to admit it.

I knew it was you.

I didn't take it.

It doesn't matter who did,
but it wasn't me.

He's telling the truth.

He wouldn't lie.

He's your friend.

You don't want that book.
Nursery rhymes are for children.

Just because you can't read
doesn't mean you're a child.

From now on, we do it properly
with books you're interested in.

HETTY: We all have stuff that
we're embarrassed of,

that we'd rather keep hidden,

but with the people who care
most about us...

..you can be honest.

There's no need to be embarrassed.

Our friends and our family,

they're the ones who can help us.

Lights out.

Brody had acted like a true friend
today, but was she being honest?

Goodnight, girls.

Could I really be sure she wasn't
hiding something as well?

I feel like someone's watching.

You ask a lot of questions.

Family trees are
a fascinating thing.

Have you ever heard of the Wolf Boy?

He roams the forest with his pack.

TWIG SNAPS,
THEY GASP

It looks like fingerprints.

The Wolf Boy...
We need to tell a grown-up.

Tell a grown-up what?

Vince?

Come back here!