All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S01E04 The Path of Duty WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

[light orchestral music]

- Everything always
happens at once.

Now, remember I'll be
back by six o'clock.

- Never you fear, Mr. Hudson.

Rose can help Alfred
wait at tea.

- If her ladyship hadn't
been so particular,

take her some fruit
up, so she said.

- Poor old soul.

- May not be long
for this world.

- Well, I'd better away, then

or I'll miss my train.

Now, mind Alfred,
and you too Rose,

I want everything just
so for Miss Elizabeth

when she gets here.

And Lady Kasseltone's
invited for tea,

and I wouldn't be surprised

if Mr. James doesn't
drop in as well.

Now, I want everything
ship-shape and Bristol fashion.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Yes, well, I'd better
away, then.

- Oh, I hope you get
there in time.

- Ah, it'll just be one
of our wee taros,

most likely, Mrs. Bridges.

And, Rose, see that
the cucumber sandwiches

are much displayed on
top of the cake stand.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

And I do hope you're
mother ain't too poorly.

- Thank you, Rose,

and Alfred.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Careful when you're
handing 'round the teacups.

Lady Kasseltone is a
wee bit absent-minded,

and none too steady
with her hands.

[Emily coughing]

- Emily, behave yourself.

- Yes, well, I don't like it,

but I haven't got any choice.

Not when her ladyship
was so particular.

- Hey, he's forgot his grapes.

- Oh, Mr. Hudson!

- Yes?

- You forgot your grapes.

- Oh, dear me, thank you, Rose.

- She's a good age,
old Mrs. Hudson.

- Ah, I don't so much need
for grapes as hallelujahs.

- She'll go to heaven and all.

Sure heaven's waiting for her.

- That's enough of your
religious mania.

Emily, when you die, you
die and that's an end of it.

- Aw, Mrs. Bridges.

- Well, sparkle, girls.

We're all alive in this house.

And, there's work to be done.

- Just because Mr. Hudson's out,

that doesn't put you in charge.

And, Emily, when you've
cleared up,

start cutting the bread for
the cucumber sandwiches.

And mind, you're not
cutting them for elephants.

Nice thin slices.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- I wonder if we'll notice any
difference in Miss Elizabeth,

now she's done her schooling
and all that.

- Oh, I don't think nothing
could change Miss Elizabeth,

for the worst, anyhow.

- Well, she's all right,
Miss Elizabeth.

Not one of your hoity-toity
ones.

What d'you say, Mrs. B?

- Oh, finicky with her food
ever since she was a tiny mite.

- Aw, you must know to say
better than that, Mrs. Bridges.

[clock chiming]
- I speak as I find.

Listen, it's gone three o'clock,

you better hurry up
and change, Rose.

Here, I'll finish that for you.

[door bell rings]

- Good afternoon, my lady.

- Good afternoon, Alfred.

Where's Hudson?

- He had to go out, my lady.

- Indeed.

- Mrs. Hudson was indisposed.

- Mrs. Hudson?

- Hudson's mother, my lady.

- Oh.

- Her ladyship's in
the morning room.

Shall I announce you, my lady?

- Naturally, but not in
that graveyard voice,

or you won't be heard
across the room.

- Very good, my lady.

Lady Kasseltone.

- Marjorie.

- Aunt Kate.

- What a pretty dress.

Now, my dear, you must
teach that young footman

of yours to speak up.

He announced me as though
I were tragic news.

Even if I am, which
is quite possible,

the name should nevertheless
be heard, and clear,

so that one is not to,

expected to be like,

Lady Kasserel, Kasserussel,
or Kasselbridge.

James.

You're looking thinner.

You should eat more.

- And who is this?

- Oh, may I present my
friend, Lieutenant Watson,

My great aunt, Lady Kasseltone.

- How do you do,
Lady Kasseltone.

James has often spoken of you.

- Kindly, I hope.

- No, not at all. [laughing]

Not unkindly.

MMost kindly.

I say.

- Quite.

- Sit down, Billy and
you, too, James.

I do wonder what has
happened to Elizabeth.

She should have been
here by now.

- So, this is to welcome
Elizabeth home from Germany?

- Yes, Aunt Kate, we thought
it would be nice for her.

- A tea party for Elizabeth,

but no tea and no Elizabeth.

- I have rung for the
tea, Aunt Kate.

- The boat train was due
in at the Liverpool Street

an hour ago.

- Oh, was it?

- You were very punctual,
Aunt Kate.

- Let's hope Elizabeth's
train was, too.

I'm playing bridge at 7:30.

[bell ring]

- Ah!

There she is, thank heavens.

- For what?

- That Elizabeth has arrived.

Safely.

- Hello, Alfred.

- Welcome back, Miss Elizabeth.

I'll help Pearce
with the luggage.

- Rose!

- Oh, welcome home,
Miss Elizabeth.

Oh, it's nice to see you back.

- It's nice to be back, Rose.

Where's mother?

- They're all in the
morning room, Miss.

- Who?

- Lady Kasseltone, Mr. James
and another young gentleman.

- Oh, dear.

- Shall I take your
hat and coat?

They are waiting tea for you.

- Oh, no, I must go
upstairs first.

- Oh.

- Come with me, Rose.

- Yes, Miss.

And your room is all ready.

- Safe and sound, then.

- What d'you mean?

- I thought you might be mown
down by the new motorcars.

[Pearce guffaws]

Are you ready to meet
your maker, Mr. Pearce?

- Readier than you are,

I daresay, Elijah.

- You better take this
luggage up to Miss Elizabeth.

- Who d'ya think I am,
a common footman?

- I have the tea
things to see to.

Hudson's out.

- Oh, Rose, it's
nice to be home.

Yes, it is nice to be home.

- We all missed you,
Miss Elizabeth.

- Oh, I missed you, too, Rose.

- I am to maid you.

As Roberts is so busy
with her ladyship.

- Oh, why?

- Well, it's the London
season, innit?

[knocking]

-[Pearce] Your trunks,
Miss Elizabeth.

- Ah, put it by the bed.

- Thank you, Pearce.

I'm afraid that was very heavy.

- [gasping] Not too
bad, Miss Elizabeth.

- It's full of books
we had to study.

You've no idea of how many.

Goethe, Schiller, Heine.

Thank you, Rose.

[sighing]

I'm in such a whirl.

London seems so big and
bustly after Dresden,

and the traffic!

All those smelly motorcars.

I suppose I shall
get used to it.

- Mr. Hudson says you
father's thinking

of getting a Daimler motorcar.

- How fashionable!

How is father, is he well?

- Oh, yes, Miss.

- Good, I'm so looking
forward to seeing him.

There's so much I can
discuss with him, now.

D'you read much, Rose?

- Well, I like a good read,

but I don't get much time, Miss.

- Well, what do you consider
a good read?

- Well, Mrs. Humphrey
Ward, perhaps.

- Mrs. Humphrey Ward!

I see I must take you in hand.

- Oh, it may not be
worth the trouble, Miss.

Now, I do think we should
go downstairs,

'cause Hudson's gone
to see his mother,

and I've got to help
Alfred with the tea.

- Well, you go on down.

Tell Mother I won't be a jiffy.

- And Miss Elizabeth, it's
so nice having you home.

- Thank you, Rose.

And Rose?

I'm glad you're going
to look after me.

- Thank you, Miss.

[sighing]

[light orchestral music]

- Here, catch!

[man shouting]

Oh, Ermintrude.

Ermintrude.

No, no, no, no, no.

When you become a woman you
must put away childish things.

- Love, darling.

Welcome home.

Here's Aunt Kate.

- Oh, sorry, Aunt Kate.

- That's all right, my child.

You may kiss me.

Now, let me look at you.

- No, no, Germany has
not done much for you.

Never mind.

- Oh, but it has, Aunt Kate.

It has done so much.

- Elizabeth.

- James, how lovely.

- May I present my friend,
Billy Watson.

My sister, Elizabeth.

- How do you do, and
what do you do?

- I soldier, actually.

- Oh, how disappointing.

- I'd quite made up my
mind you were a poet.

- Had you really?

I say.

- Sit down, darling,
and have your tea.

And how was the channel
crossing?

- It was rough, very rough.

But I didn't mind.

I stayed on deck
most of the time.

It was so exciting.

- I trust, Miss Bellamy,
you were not indisposed?

- Oh, no, no.

No, I have an excellent stomach.

- Tea, Aunt Kate?

- Uh, thank you,

and I will have another of
those cucumber sandwiches,

if there are any left.

- There are, Aunt Kate.

A handsome husband
or 10,000 a year.

- Don't be so childish, James.

Thank you.

- How did you find Germany,
Miss Bellamy?

I believe they have a
magnificent army.

- I'm afraid I just don't
notice the army, Mr. Watson.

They have some wonderful
musicians and philosophers.

- That's not much in
our line, is it, James?

We're very good at
tennis though.

Do you play tennis,
Miss Bellamy?

- I prefer the piano.

- Really?

Oh.

Well a strum on the
piano in the evening

will be altogether delightful

with a spot of chatter,
or this and that?

- To chatter through
music does not strike me

as very delightful, Mr. Watson.

Frau Beck always said that music

should be given one's
full attention.

- The Germans were
always a dogmatic people.

If you remember, Marjorie,

I suggested Switzerland.

The Swiss are far more
accommodating.

- The Germans are a little
serious, I agree, Aunt Kate,

but they are enormously good
people and very learned.

- Goodness and learning
are all very well below

a certain level of income.

- I'm sure Father is both
very good and very learned.

Oh, good child, don't try to
trip up you're old Aunt Kate.

Your father is an exemplary
politician,

and wears his knowledge lightly.

Now, get the child a cup of tea
before she slaughters us all

with German logic.

- We were talking of
your coming-out.

- Oh, yes?

- Lady Landerndry is giving a
ball at the end of the month.

Your father and I thought it
would be an exciting occasion

for you to make your debut.

We're down first with the Prime
Minister at Carlton Gardens.

Several important young
conservatives will be there.

- Splendid, then we can have

some good political
conversations!

- Don't forget, Elizabeth,

that too many opinions can
prove indigestible at seventeen.

- Perhaps we will see
you at Ranelagh next week

for the polo.

- I'm afraid we'll be too busy

getting Elizabeth
her new clothes.

- You'll have to do
something about her hair.

- Why?

- Well, if you can't see that,

child, I'm afraid it's going
to be an uphill business

for your mother.

- What do you think,
James, am I a fright?

- [sighing] Well, you have to,

make something of yourself,
Elizabeth.

- Will I?

Won't I do as I am?

What do you think, Mr. Watson?

- [chuckling] Miss Bellamy,
I think you're perfect

in your natural state.

[laughing]

No, of course I could be wrong.

- You do think I'm a fright.

- Oh, Miss Bellamy,
you're just a too, too--

- Far too, Elizabeth, I fear.

- James, tell Elizabeth about
your polo match last Saturday.

- Oh, yes, yes, it was terrific.

The best game of the season.

Do you like polo, Miss Bellamy?

- No, no, not really.

I think sport is awfully boring.

- Well, I think I'd
better be going.

Lady Marjorie thank you
for allowing me to call.

Lady Kasseltone.

Miss Bellamy.

James.

- I'll see you out, old chap.

- Thank you very much.

- Please excuse me, Mother,
Aunt Kate, Elizabeth.

- Well, I don't think you
made much of a conquest there.

- Should I have done?

Really, Mother, I'm
only just off the train.

In any case, he seemed
a very wooden young man.

- A man of wood can
be very dependable.

Your late, great uncle
was a man of wood.

You must learn to listen
more and think less.

- Yes, Aunt Kate.

Sorry, Mother.

- German philosophy
will not help you

to fill your card at
Londonderry House.

Remember that, my child.

And be warned.

- Goodness, have they
starved you at Frau Beck's?

- On the contrary.

They have increased my capacity.

- How was the old lady,
then, Mr. Hudson?

- Oh, not too spry,
Mrs. Bridges.

It's her chest, you know.

- Could you do with
a nice cup of tea?

- I certainly could,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Emily.

Get Mr. Hudson a cup and saucer
and make a fresh pot of tea.

- Look sharp, now, Emily.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Everything go off
without a hitch, Alfred?

- No hitches on our
side, Mr. Hudson.

- And what does that
enigmatic remark portend?

- Miss Elizabeth had a
few bricks in her hand

which she proceeded to drop
on the drawing room carpet.

- Finicking and fussing
I'll be bound.

- Far from it, Mrs. B.

She walked your lovely keg

as if she'd been shipwrecked
for a month!

[Alfred laughing]
- That'll be enough disrespect

from you, young man.

- Cup of tea, Miss Roberts?

- Well, I wouldn't say no.

- Where's Rose?

- Unpacking for Miss Elizabeth.

- Some have greatness
thrust upon them.

- Listen to this, Rose.

[speaking foreign language]

That's you, Rose: Roöslein.

- Very pretty.

- German can be a very
beautiful language,

as in songs like this one.

This is by Schubert.

Words by Goethe, music
by Schubert.

- Fancy!

- Have you heard of
Schubert, Rose?

- Yes, Miss.

- Good!

- Oh, Miss Elizabeth?

- Yes, Rose?

- Do you really read
all them books?

- Well, not always from
cover to cover.

We read the passages Frau
Beck directed us to read.

I think I shall improve
your mind, Rose.

- Thank you, Miss Elizabeth.

- But not tonight.

Tonight I'm all at sea, still.

So strange to be home again.

I think I could go to
practice for half an hour

on the drawing room piano.

- Oh, Miss Elizabeth!

We've got to finish your
unpacking, and then change you,

and do your hair for dinner.

- No, I feel like practicing.

Oh, dear Rose, you finish my
unpacking, and don't worry.

I can change and do
my hair in a jiffy.

[light piano waltz]

- Listen.

Elizabeth really plays
quite nicely.

- Yes, yes, I suppose she does.

I do wish she were more...

- More what?

- Well, more sensible.

- You can hardly expect
seventeen year old sisters

to be sensible.

- Well, perhaps I don't
mean sensible,

I just wish she were a bit
more like the other girls.

- Be patient.

- I wish she were more stunning.

- I thought she'd stunned
us all completely.

- Billy was very put out.

I could see that.

- And so were you.

I could see that.

Aren't you dining
at home tonight?

No, I promised to dine
with Billy in the mess.

You don't think Elizabeth will
mind her first night home?

- I'm sure she won't, darling.

- I'm very fond of Elizabeth.

- Of course you are.

And take that worried
frown off your brow,

and get along with you.

Have a good time.

- Thanks, Mother.

- And James?

You weren't so clever there
yourself at seventeen.

- [laughing] No, I suppose not.

Rather a pity we can't send
Elizabeth to Sandhurst.

[light piano waltz]

- And then we went on a
visit to the Black Forest,

which is absolutely deviant,

and makes you imagine
witches and warlocks

and all sorts of Brothers
Grimms things.

Ow!

- Oh, I'm sorry Miss Lizzie!

but you will keep
bobbing about so.

- Wretched, wretched hair.

Why can't it just hang down
or be cut off or something.

Why can't one live like
an ordinary mortal.

- I don't know what
you mean by that.

I'm sure every shop
girl's just as particular

with her hair.

- The difference being
that she does it herself.

- Oh, a nice mess you'd
make of it, I'd be bound.

- Rose, don't be naughty.

I did it myself almost
every night in Dresden.

- We needed no ghost from
the grave to tell us that.

- What a funny expression.

Where did you hear it?

- I don't know, Miss.

Where does one hear expressions?

They just pop into you head.

- Yeah, but I think
that is a quotation.

Rose, get me my Bartlett's
Familiar Quotations,

It's by the bed.

- Not now, Miss Lizzie, I've
got to do your hair for dinner.

- Oh, drat dinner!

Drat hair!

Drat, drat, drat!

- Miss Elizabeth, I
must do you hair!

- Oh, for heaven's sake,
Rose, leave me alone!

- Oh, Miss Lizzie,
what a temper.

And we were such good friends.

- And so we are, Rose dearest,
if only you wouldn't fuss so.

I'm sure you wouldn't wish

to go to Lady Landerndery's
beastly ball looking

like a stuffed peacock.

- I'm sure I'd be lucky enough
to get half the chance, Miss.

- Nonsense.

I mean to do something
with my life.

-[Mr. Bellamy] [knocking]
Elizabeth, may I come in?

- Father!

- How's my Liza!

[both laughing]

Wild as ever.

What are we gonna to
make of her, Rose?

A flaming beauty, eh?

- Well, sir, it won't
be for want of trying.

- Oh, Father, it's
so good to see you!

- Ah, you too, my dearest.

Now Rose wants to get
on with your hair.

You look as though
you've been dragged

through a hedge backwards.

- All right, but stay
with me, please.

- Well of course.

Well. [sighing]

And how was the good Frau Beck?

- Oh, we got on very well.

She sends you her
[speaking foreign language]

- [speaking foreign language]

So, work done, now it's
play for a time, eh?

- Oh, not too much play,
I hope, Father.

- Oh, nonsense, London
will be good for you.

Even fun, I should think,
after provincial Germany.

Besides, I want my girl
to shine in society.

I won't be a junior
minister forever, you know.

In fact, if Rose weren't here,

I might tell you there was
hope of a cabinet post.

- Father, how wonderful!

Oh, Rose is as secret
as the tomb.

- But, it's not settled,
of course.

A great deal depends on one's
family in these matters.

- No, Father, you're
too important.

- Oh, no.

No politician ever gets to
the top on his own, Elizabeth.

He has a brilliant wife
behind him, or even,

an enchanting daughter.

- I'm not very good enchanting.

- You just wait until
your mother

and Rose have finish
teaching a few spells.

It won't come easily
to you, you know.

You're not your father's
daughter for nothing.

I've suffered greater
agonies in the drawing room

than ever in a House
of Commons debate.

- Really?

- Oh, yes.

But, what I can stomach,
you can.

Of that I feel sure.

For my sake, yes?

Well, I must go and
change, or I shall be late.

I'm dining at home tonight,
with the pride of the Bellamys.

- Oh.

Well, that's it, Rose.

I am going to enchant.

- What do you think
of this, Elizabeth?

A scheme of pink chiffon,
gold-spangled net,

and fine appliqué lace.

A cleaving line is imparted
to the figure

by the lace carried down
the center-front,

flanked by clusters of
pink chenille fringe,

sparkling with diamonte.

- It sounds like a
fireworks display

at the Crystal Palace.

- Do be serious and
take an interest.

- What d'you think of
this hair style, my lady?

- Oh, that's nice, Rose,
that's very nice.

You have excellent taste.

Oh, now, Elizabeth,
what about this one?

Elizabeth, what are you doing?

Darling, do try and put your
mind to the business on hand.

Madame Dubois wants the
material for your ball dress

in a week and we haven't
even chosen a style yet.

But, don't you think
that's pretty?

- Yes, Mother.

- What are you grinning for?

- I want a tip, don't I?

- Saucy.

Now that'll be the material
for Miss Elizabeth's ball gown.

- Oh, say, can I see it?

- Now, keep your
wet hands off it.

Alfred!

- What is it?

- Take this parcel upstairs.

Will you get on with
the scrubbing?

- They shall have linen
bonnets on their heads.

They shall not gird
themselves with anything

that causes sweat.

- Where's Rose?

- Upstairs with the dressmaker.

- She hasn't changed the
linen in the master's bedroom.

The whole place is tapsel-tiery.

[speaking foreign language]

- Depends where the inches are.

[speaking foreign language]

92 centimeters.

[knocking]

-[Alfred] Package from
Soreses for her ladyship.

- Thank you, Rose.

Bring the scissors, will you.

[speaking foreign language]

- Oh!

- Like it?

[speaking foreign language]

- Isn't it?

[speaking foreign language]

- Where's Rose again?

- Where d'you think?

- The drawing room grate
has not been attended to.

- You can't expect a lady's maid

to get down on her hands
and knees to a grate.

Lady's maid, my foot, she's
my head house parlor maid.

Emily!
- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Wash you hands and face
and go and find Rose for me.

- What, me go upstairs?

- Yes, and look sharp
about it, my girl.

- Oh, yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Are you engaged this
dance, Miss Bellamy?

- [laughing] No.

- No, no, consult your program.

- She should pretend
to be shortsighted.

- Well, whatever for?
[Elizabeth laughing]

- That's considered attractive.

Says so in Home Chat.

[Elizabeth and James laughing]

- Now, once again.

[grunting]

[mumbling]

- [laughing] No, yes!

[laughing] No!

- May I have the pleasure?

- You may take the
risk, Lord Chumbly.

- Ah, delightful.

Now go on, Rose, the music.

Now, come on.

No, right foot.

Here we go, come on!

Tra la la boom di ay,

tra la la boom di ay,

- Rose!

Pardon, Miss Elizabeth,
but Mr. Hudson wants Rose,

and he told me to come
up and get her.

[crying] And even the--

- I do beg your pardon,
Miss Elizabeth.

- Come on, hey!

[James singing]

[knocking]

- Come in.

- You sent for me, Mr. Hudson?

- Yes.

It is half past eleven, girl,

and the drawing room
grate is not done yet.

I will not have you neglecting
the work you're paid to do.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson.

It won't occur again.

- Where have you been
since breakfast?

- I've been helping Mr.
James teach Miss Elizabeth

to galott.

- Good grief, did she not
learn to galott in Germany?

What did she go there for?

- It seems it was
all book learning.

- Book learning is no
use to a young lady.

And another thing, Rose.

I agreed with her ladyship
that you should attend

to Miss Elizabeth for a bit,

seeing that Miss Roberts
has got her work cut out,

but don't abuse your
privileges, mind.

- No, Mr. Hudson.

- It seems that Miss
Elizabeth's coming out

is worse than a censure
debate in parliament

for setting the whole
house on edge.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- That'll be all, Rose.

And get that grate
done immediately.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Walk towards me.

Turn.

Walk away.

Turn.

Smile.

Extend your hand.

Two fingers for acquaintance.

Three for a family friend.

And now sit.

Very good.

You really are improving.

And now what do you talk about?

- The weather.

It's always safe to
begin with the weather.

I follow my partners lead.

If he's interested in racing,

I'm interested in racing.

If cards, cards.

No personalities, no politics.

Not even to politicians?

- Especially not to politicians.

They want to enjoy themselves.

- I don't suppose any young
man will come near my anyway.

- That we'll have to see.

But if you are a
wallflower, what do you do?

- I talk, animatedly,
to my chaperone.

And if a young man turns up,
I keep talking and smiling.

- And don't forget: let
him think he's interrupted

a scintillating conversation.

You'd scarcely noticed you
were not engaged for the dance.

You'd been unaware of the music.

- And I accept him,

with delighted surprise.

Oh, Mother.

What is the difference between
this and being in action?

- Don't try to be shocking,
and do sit properly.

We're in here, dear.

- Wonderful news about
the Landerndery's ball.

The king and queen are
going to be there.

I've spoken to Frances Knowles,

and Elizabeth is
to be presented.

- Richard, how splendid.

- Frances suggests that
Aunt Kate present her.

[speaking foreign language]

- Haven't you finished
yet, Rose?

I want to see it.

- There.

Go on, have a look.

- [gasping] Oh, what
have you done?

Is that really me?

[laughing]

- What on earth are
you doing, Rose?

- Ah, practicing.

- Well, I'll not have
the servant's hall turned

into a hair dressing salon.

Come down at once, Emily.

Take that bird's nest
off your head.

[Rose laughing]

- Oh, look, you're sure
look at Cinderella!

- Lead me to my coach, fella.

[giggling]

- You get on with the saucepan,

or you won't be finished
before midnight.

- Poor little Cinders.

Here, what's it all in
need of then, Rose?

- I'm practicing Miss
Lizzie's hairstyle

for the Londonderry Ball.

- Oh, yeah, could
you do one for me,

so I could wear up the feathers
on the secondary heights?

[laughing]

- Why aren't you waiting
outside with the carriage?

- They ain't ready
yet, that's why.

Here, you ought to
practice on Mrs. Bridges.

[laughing]
Lovely head of hair, that.

Plenty of scope.
[laughing]

Something to get
your hands into.

- Cheeky!

- All right, all right.

Keep your hair on.
[laughing]

- You'd better get on
with the mending, Rose.

You're not a lady's maid
all the time, you know.

- No, Mrs. Bridges.

[bell ringing]

- Well, now, that's me.

We're off.

- Will you go tonight, then?

- No, one of them working
class plays,

where they're all courting
Sloan's Square.

So long, gorgeous.

- Oh, you!

[speaking foreign language]

- Rose, put those
against the skirt.

[speaking foreign language]

-[Mr. Bellamy] [knocking] May
I come into the work shop?

- Sweat shop!

- Just a moment, Richard.

Rose, quickly, Miss
Elizabeth's tiara.

Thank you.

There, lovely.

All right, Richard,
you can come in now.

Well, what do you think?

- Oh, yes, yes.

Very nice, indeed.

[speaking foreign language]

- It's so tight!

[speaking foreign language]

It's all very well,

but don't expect me to
breathe, will you.

- Oh, of course not.

You'll be carried into the ball,

sat down on the wallflower's
bench,

and that'll be the end of you.

- It's no joking matter.

The best I can manage at the
moment is a stiff-legged hop.

- Well, the hop is all
the rage this season.

[Mr. Bellamy humming]

What about the hair?

- Rose is in charge of that.

Rose, show Mr. Bellamy
the style we've chosen.

- Enchanting.

I see I'm going to be
a very proud father.

- Well, don't look
so gloomy, lad.

It's not the Second
Coming, you know,

only the Londonderry's Ball.

- You won't look so smug
on the Day of Judgement.

- Is that right, cocker?

[laughing]

- Not when you smell the
fires of Hell burning.

- Oh, I dunno, the company there

might be a darn sight more
larky than the other place.

- I shouldn't like to
carry your weight of sin.

- You don't like
carrying nothing.

- Now then, you two, look sharp.

We'll be leaving any minute.

Horses ready, Mr. Pearce?

- Groomed and shining like coal.

- And we're ready to meet
our maker, if need be.

- Well, that won't be
necessary for the moment.

Carry on Mr. Pearce.

Alfred!

You may call the rest
of the staff.

- Are you sure you won't take
a glass of sherry, Aunt Kate?

Marge and Elizabeth may
be a few minutes, yet.

- No, thank you, Richard.

Since I'm to be seated

on the Prime Minister's
left at dinner,

I'd prefer to keep a clear head.

- Maybe he'll fire an
unexpected question at you.

- Such as your views
on the Irish question.

- Such as why my cousin
Charles refuses

to serve in his cabinet.

I can hardly inform him,
between mouthfuls of roast duck,

that cousin Charles thinks

he's the most ineffectual
prime minister

we've had since Lord North.

- So how will you answer?

- Oh, I shall become
very feminine,

change the subject to the
Italian Gardens at Southwald.

- Is he going on with the ball?

- Who?

- Mr. Balfour?

- I doubt it.

He doesn't care much
for social functions.

James, you must dance
with your sister.

- Oh, naturally.

- And your Aunt Kate.

- Now, that'll be a pleasure.

- Fiddlesticks.

- Are they ready, Hudson?

- Shortly, sir, the
carriages are at the door.

I have taken the liberty of
assembling the staff, sir.

To see Miss Elizabeth, sir.

- Excellent idea.

Well, come along, then.

We'll go out and meet
them in the hall.

- Good evening, Mrs. Bridges.

- Good evening, sir.

- They're just coming,
and they look beautiful!

Why, I do beg your pardon, sir.

- I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting.

Oh, mademoiselle, mademoiselle.

-[All] Oh!

[speaking foreign language]

[all laughing]

- Disaster averted

- Very, very fine, dear.

You look charming.

- Thank you, Aunt Kate.

- How shall we go?

- I shall go in Aunt
Kate's carriage with James,

and you and Elizabeth
can go with Pearce.

That'll give you more room.

Come along, Kate.

- Yes, we've got quite a way
you know to Carlton Gardens.

[all talking]

- Well, I think you did
a very good piece

of work there, Rose.

- Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- I feel this calls for a
small célébration, eh, Madame?

- Oh, Monsieur Hudson.

- Ah, seeing that we have the
honor of a guest from France,

I dare say that we
can lay our hands

on a wee bottle of
Château Lafite 91.

[all exclaiming]

Come along, then, let us
all repair downstairs.

[all talking]

[bouncy orchestral music]

[people applauding]

- Shall we sit down here?

- Why not?

- Could I get a waterice,
Miss Bellamy?

- No, thank you.

[grand orchestral music]

- Oh, I believe this
is our waltz.

- I'm still giddy
from the polka.

Will you excuse me, Mr. Watson?

- Gladly.

[stuttering] If you insist.

- I do insist.

Oh, please feel free
to find another partner

if you want to dance.

- If you're sure?

- Quite sure.

- I say, it's awfully
decent of you.

- Elizabeth?

What on earth?

Where's Billy?

- Waltzing.
- What about you?

- Not waltzing.

- Ah, but I've thought
he was engaged

to you for the first
three dances?

- I relinquished the pleasure.

- Oh, Elizabeth.

Why can't you take an
interest in things,

instead of sulking out
here on your own.

- I prefer it out here.

- But you won't get
another partner

unless you show yourself.

- I don't want another
partner, thank you.

And I refuse to sit among
those dratted old dowagers,

listening to their
vicious gossip.

- If you could only
see your face.

It's not a funeral, you know.

Why can't you smile
and be happy?

- Because I'm not happy, James.

I'm hating every minute of it.

I don't think I can
stand anymore.

- You're not even trying.

- If I have to stay here much
longer I shall scream aloud.

- Why can't you be more
like other girls, eh?

Ha.

There you are.

- I do hope I haven't
kept you waiting.

-[James] You were like
a flash of lightning.

May I present my sister
Elizabeth, Miss Cynthia
Cartwright.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Isn't it a wonderful
ball and such a devie band.

- Well, it's a matter
of fact, I--

- Excuse us.

- There you are Elizabeth.

Have you seen your father
and Aunt Kate?

- No.
- This is where we were

to meet him, isn't it?

- Yes, it is.

- Mother, may I present
Miss Cynthia Cartwright.

- How do you do?

- Good evening Lady Marjorie.

I believe we met at
Cannes last year.

- On the knoll.

- Oh, yes, of course,
I remember.

You were wearing a
very pretty hat.

[all talking]

Oh, there you are, I
was beginning to worry.

- Don't fuss, Marjorie.

The Royal party has
just arrived.

Where's Elizabeth?

- Oh, she was sitting
there a moment ago.

[regal orchestral music]

- The King and Queen!

We aught to start going in, now.

We don't want to be late.

- James.

- Yes, Father?

- Go and find Elizabeth

- She was here a moment ago.

- She's disappeared.

The presentation's
about to start.

Go and find her.

- Where on earth could
she have gone to?

- Oh, she probably had
an attack of nerves

and has gone to the cloak room.

- I'll go and see.

- Thank you.

- Tell her she must hurry.

[man announcing girls' names]

- What could she be doing?

It really it's too bad of her.

- Well, if she doesn't
come in a moment,

I'll have to go in without her.

[man announcing girls' names]

- She's going to be late,
the silly girl.

- She was sitting on
that sofa a minute ago,

she must have slipped
away deliberately.

I'll never forgive her.

[man announcing girls' names]

- She's not in the cloakroom,

and I've looked everywhere.

- Richard, what shall we do?

- The footman downstairs said,

said she left a few minutes ago.

She had her cloak on, and ran
out through the front door.

- She left the ball by herself?

- She can't have.

-[Announcer] Lady Kasseltone
and Miss Elizabeth Bellamy.

- I'll have to go
in and explain.

She must have taken
leave of her senses.

-[Announcer] Lady Kasseltone.

- Oh, Richard, how could
she let us down like this?

How could she?

[regal orchestral music]

[clock chiming]

[horse hooves crunching
on gravel]

- That's them.

Come on, wake up a-girl,
they're back.

Your young lady will want
undressing and putting to bed.

- Oh, oh Lord.

- If the life of a lady's
maid isn't all cherries, Rose.

- I know, I know.

- Hudson, where's
Miss Elizabeth?

- Sir?

- She must have come home?

- I don't think so, my lady.

At least, I didn't hear her.

Did you, Miss Roberts?

- Oh, no, no, Mr. Hudson.

- Rose?

- Yes, sir.

- Go and find Miss Elizabeth.

- Oh, but sir--

- Do as you are told!

Go and look in her room.

Brandy in the morning
room, Hudson.

- Very good, sir.

Everything is all
right, I trust?

- We're not sure, Hudson.

Fetch the brandy.

- Yes, sir.

- Proper do, isn't
it Mr. Hudson?

- It is neither proper
nor a do, Mrs. Roberts.

- Miss Elizabeth?

Miss Lizzie?

Miss Elizabeth.

- Well?

- She's not in her room, sir.

- I see.

That will do, Hudson, I
think you'd better go to bed.

- Very good, sir.

- Rose can wait up
for Miss Elizabeth.

- Yes, sir.

- After all you've done for her,

to behave like this!

- Well, never mind that now.

Where is she?

An innocent 17 year old girl
loose in the streets of London.

- I think we ought to
notify the police.

- Oh no, James.

Suppose the newspapers
got hold of it?

What can she be thinking of?

- Has it occurred to you

that something may have
happened to her?

- Nonsense, she's
more than capable

of taking care of herself.

No, she's just done
this to annoy us.

- Elizabeth is not like that.

- No?

What about her behavior
at dinner?

- I know, I know.

- Interrupting Hugh
Cecil and quoting yards

from some obscure German
philosopher.

- I don't think he minded.

- He was very startled,
I can assure you of that.

- Oh, it was a pretty awful
showing you must admit.

- Well, talking won't help.

I think you two better
go to bed.

I'll wait up for her.

If she's not here by daylight,
I'll telephone the police.

- Yes, come along James.

I'm exhausted.

Good night, Richard.

It was to have been such a
happy evening for all of us.

Elizabeth, it seems,
had other ideas.

[sighing]

- Is there anything
I can do, Father?

- No, thank you, James.

You better go to bed.

- Goodnight.

[clock striking two]

[clock bells ringing]

[soft knocking]

[loud knocking]

[clock chiming]

[rapid knocking]

- Miss Elizabeth!

Come in and sit down,
for goodness sake.

Whatever's happened to you?

You father's half
out of his mind!

Where have you been?

- I ran away from the ball.

Oh, Rose, it was awful!

- What d'ya mean, you ran away?

- Twas sickening, absolutely
sickening!

All those ridiculous
stuffed shirts,

those repulsive flirting
females.

The great yawning
boredom of their chatter.

What do you think of the floor?

What do you think of the band?

What do you think
of the weather?

And did you see the king's
filly race at Newmarket?

Oh, God, it was more
than I could stand.

So I, ran away through
the front door.

- You ran away?

- Oh, the shame of it all.

- Shame indeed.

- No, not the running
away, silly.

The shame of all that waste
and extravagance, when outside,

there is so much poverty
and hardship.

- Where've you been
all this time?

- I've been walking
through the streets.

How people stared.

Police constable, "Are
you all right, Miss?"

"Oh, yes, officer.

"Don't bother about me,

"Look after the hungry,
the weak, the oppressed.

"I'm from a good home.

"Goodnight, officer."

Goodnight London.

Oh, I'm exhausted.

- Your father's waiting
up for you.

- Oh, no, I can't face him, now.

- Coward.

- What did you say, Rose?

- Coward!

- I should slap your face!

- I'll slap yours!

- Rose!

- Don't Rose me.

You stand around in your finery,

looking a proper mess and all.

Everything we've all done
for you turned to ridicule.

Don't Rose me!

- Oh, you don't understand
what you're talking about.

- No, I'm ignorant, no doubt.

I didn't go to Germany.

All I know is, your father
and mother are worried,

out of their minds and
you sit here complaining

'cause you was invited to the
grandest ball of the season.

The season!

What season?

All seasons are alike
to the poor and hungry.

- What do you care
about poor people?

You only care about yourself.

You ran away.

You're a coward, and you'll
break you father's heart.

- Hold your tongue, Rose!

Father will understand.

- Of course he will.

'Cause he loves you.

He may even forgive
you, in time.

Though your mother never will,

and I never will!

- You?

What on earth has it
got to do with you?

You mind your place.

- I'll mind mine when
you mind yours.

- Rose!

- Don't keep saying Rose
in that hoity-toity way.

I know what my place is.

I put sticks through the
grates, light the fires,

make the tea, draw the
bath, serve the breakfast,

make the beds, change the
linen, answer all the bells.

I know what my place
is, all right.

Do you know yours?

- I know it's not my
place to argue with you.

- Oh, you don't like
a few whole truths.

You're a spoiled brat.

When you don't like something,
you run away from it,

all full of grand reasons
and love of the poor,

but when a house maid tells
you what she thinks of you,

you soon put her in her
place fast enough!

- Rose, it isn't true!

- Then prove it.

Go and apologize to your father.

He's waiting upstairs.

- No, I can't, I won't.

- There you are: coward.

- Will you stop saying
that, Rose.

You make me so angry.

- Good, so am I!

- All right.

Just give me one reason,
one good reason,

why I should conform
to all this silliness

when I hate it so.

- Oh, I'll give you a reason.

And you know it as well as I do.

Your father--

- All right, I did my
best for his sake.

I sat through dinner,
trying to be intelligent,

but nobody wanted to listen.

- 'Course they didn't
want to listen to you.

You're only seventeen.

You ain't got nothing
to say yet.

- I've got plenty to say.

- Then you'd best keep
it to yourself.

- I won't be able to keep my
hands off you much longer.

- What a lady.

- You little!

Ow, Rose, you're hurting,
I'll tell!

- I'll bet you would and all.

[Elizabeth whining]

Now, sit down and listen to me.

I do my work as best I can,

'cause one day I mean to
be a proper lady's maid

to a proper lady.

Now, Mr. Hudson runs this
house like a clockwork machine.

And Mrs. Bridges may
be an old cow,

but she cooks her dream and
her meals are a pleasure

to put on the table.

We're the bottom of
the ladder, see.

We're the, the wheels
of the cart.

And we're content
it should be so,

'cause the master's
a proper gentlemen,

what we really like and
respect and does his work right

in the houses of parliament.

And my lady's a beauty
and very gentile.

And we feel that, we,

this whole house is a
part a London society.

- London society.

The parrot house of
the zoological gardens.

- London society I said,
and London society I meant.

Well, that's the hub of
the empire, isn't it?

The empire on which
the sun will never set.

[sighing] If you can't
feel the glow

of that like I can,
I'm sorry for you.

I don't suppose you've
ever been up Piccadilly

on a Saturday night on
top of an omnibus.

Oh, that's when you feel
its great heart thumping.

That's when you're proud
to be part of it.

I know my place all right.

I'm proud of my place.

As long as you, all of you,
know yours and keep to it.

[sighing] How would
it be if I was

to go singing and dancing
in the drawing room,

or sliding down the banisters?

No more must you step
out the line.

If you're not a proper lady,

then I don't want to
be your lady's maid.

That's all I've got to say.

[sniffing] Now you can tell
on me and have me turned out.

- I wish you would slide
down the banisters.

Oh, Rose.

I love you very much.

And I am sorry if
I was rude to you.

I don't blame you for giving
me a piece of your mind,

but I've got a mind,
too, you know.

I know what I've done
is dreadful for Father.

I know I've got to eat humble
pie for the time being,

but I'm not going
to be cowed, Rose.

There are ideas stirring
in this great city.

Oh, I don't understand
everything,

I'm uncertain and
muddled sometimes.

But, if only half of
what I read is true,

then London society may be
heading for a nasty surprise.

- Well then they're wicked
books and ought to be burned.

- No, Rose, they're good
and difficult books.

And they're written by
good and serious men.

I told you I don't understand
everything,

but I mean to one day.

- Well, you are cleverer
than me.

- No, Rose, I'm not
cleverer than you.

I'm not worse or better either.

I love you very much, more
like a sister than servant.

- Oh, then, that's not right,
and I've overstepped my place.

- Oh, damn your place!

- Oh, Miss Elizabeth.

- And now, just for your sake,

I'm going to be brave
and face up to Father.

[sighing]

Now, give me a kiss, and
say we're friends again.

Lead me to the slaughter.

- Oh!

- Where is he?

- He's in the morning room.

- Come with me, Rose?

- Very good, Miss Elizabeth.

[sighing]

- Wish me luck.

- Good luck.

And remember, he loves you.

Miss Elizabeth, sir.

- Eliza.

- Oh.

[yawning]

[slow orchestral music]