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("Upstairs Downstairs Theme")

- Hudson.

- Sir.

- Bring some champagne to
the drawing room when I ring.

I think a bottle of the Cru.

- Very good, sir.

-[Richard] Well, Angus, my boy.

- I'm sure you have
a very good idea

what I want to talk
to you about.

- Yes, I have a faint inkling.

Well, shall we have some brandy?

- Thank you, sir.

That'll be most pleasant.

- Coffee, darling?

- No thank you, Mother.

- Don't be so restless.

- Oh, what's taking so long?

They can't be discussing
his prospects.

All England knows Angus
owns half Scotland.

- I remember when your
father was asking for me.

- Oh Mother, please.

- Oh, go on bell, ring.

- What for?

- Well, that's how
we know, stupid.

That's the sign.

- From heaven?

- No, for Mr. Hudson to
take up the champagne.

For the engagement.

- Anybody would think it was you

who's betrothed to the
young Scottish laird.

- Aren't you excited?

- I must admit to it enlivening
an otherwise routine week.

- He's lovely, isn't he?

- Lovely.

- Very suitable.

Though I never thought
it'd be an Angus somehow.

- Be an Angus? What?

- His name.

See, I always thought
she'd marry

a Michael, or a William.

- Or a Perregrine
or an Arbuthnots.

- Oh, you've got no romance
in you, you haven't.

(slurps)

(piano music)

- Oh, Mother.

- Oh, dearest don't be nervous.

Your father will handle
it all beautifully.

- I don't think I can
go through with it.

- What's the matter, darling?

You know Angus so well,
and you like him so much.

- That's just the trouble.

I like him, but...

I don't love him.

- Do you really mean that?

- Yes, I think I do.

- Well then.

You'd better think
about it very seriously.

- What sort of person
would you marry, Alfred?

- Well, let's see.

Wouldn't be your coloring
for a start.

They'd be fair.

- Fair?

- And Christian.

- Well, that gives you
a lot to choose from.

- And they'd have a
certain notoriety.

-[Rose] What? Do
you mean wicked?

- Aye, wicked.

- Would you marry
a wicked person?

-[Alfred] Definitely.

(singing)

Soap sud's happy anyway.

- What?

- Now that Miss Elizabeth's
chosen a Scotsman.

Aren't you Mr. Hudson?

- I must admit to a certain
satisfaction.

- Like the cat's
got at the cream.

Sir, it must clear to you
from my frequent visits

to your house that I've designs,

I mean honorable intentions
on your daughter.

In short, I'm asking you
for her hand the new.

- I didn't know you
could speak Welsh.

- Well, Angus I think that's
covered all the details.

All that's left for me now,

is to offer you my
warmest congratulations,

and welcome you into the family.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- Well, let's have
another drink.

And I'll break the happy
news to the ladies.

(bell ringing)

- Here it is!

That's it.

- Now listen Rose, keep calm.

- Well, it's not everyday
that something

like this happens Mr. Hudson.

- Thank heavens for that,

but there's no knowing
with the capriciousness

of modern young girls nowadays.

- Here, was he gettin' at me?

- Oh, I don't know.

Mr. Hudson speaks in
riddles like the sphinx.

- Hudson.

- Yes.

- You can take that
back. It won't be needed.

- Elizabeth.

- I'm very sorry Angus
dear, but I can't marry you.

- You can't mean that.

- I'm sorry, but I've
changed my mind.

- What is this? What's happened?

- Papa, please try
to understand.

Angus, you're very sweet
and very kind,

and you're going to make
someone a wonderful husband,

but not me.

- But Elizabeth, you
led me to believe--

- I know, and I blame myself.

I just hope that one
day you'll forgive me.

Oh, it's got nothing to
do with you, believe me.

Perhaps I'm just not made
for marriage, I don't know.

I don't think I shall marry
for a long time anyway.

I have to see the
possibilities of life first.

- You say that as though
life at Lochbrae.

with me had no possibilities.

But it could have, Elizabeth.

We'd have to live there
most of the time, true,

but you'd love the lochs
and the moors.

And we'd travel.

We'd go to other countries
as well.

And we'd have fine
children to love,

and to look after,
and to be proud of.

- It's no good, Angus.

- I hope you've thought
about this very carefully.

- Yes, I have, Papa.
Really I have.

I'm sorry I've caused
so much trouble.

(door slams)

- Maybe she'll change
her mind again with time.

- Well, knowing Elizabeth
as I do,

once she's made up her
mind to do something

there's precious little
one can do to change it.

Believe me Angus you have my
sympathy and my affection.

- Thank you, sir.

I value it.

I think perhaps there's
little point

in my staying any longer.

- Yes, Angus I understand.

Hudson, Mr. McAllister
is leaving.

- Very good, sir.

Sir.

- Well, goodbye, my boy.

I'm sorry.

- Yes, well goodbye, sir.

(knocking)

- Come in.

Oh, Papa I'm sorry.

- No, no my darling.

It was just that

Angus seemed, in the view
of your mother and myself,

to embrace all the virtues.

- Embrace all the virtues?

Would take a super man to
embrace all the virtues,

and a very dull super man too.

- You're misunderstanding me.

- I know. Deliberately.

- I only mean well.

- I know you do, Papa,
and you made things

much easier just by being there.

Poor Angus.

Do you think I hurt
him very much?

- Given time, he'll get over it.

- And find a much nicer
girl than me.

I would like to be married,
but not yet.

And not to dear sweet Angus.

I mean, can you imagine
me banished

to all those acres
in Invernesshire.

I'd be lost to you both,
and to myself.

- Well, my girl knows best.

And I only want her to be happy.

- My dear, I do sympathize.

Daughters can be such a trial.

I sometimes wish we were back
in those simple barbaric days

when things were just
arranged as a fait accompli.

- My bill, please.

- Of course, poor
Angus McAllister,

for all his evident suitability,

is just a tiny bit
of an encumbrance.

You know, he pursued
Agatha all last spring.

She had to be quite ruthless
with him in the end.

- Really?

- Dick, my dear fellow,
may I join you?

- Adam. Well of course,
do sit down.

- Thank you.

- Will you have a drink?

- Thanks very much, old boy.

- Purvis.

What will you take?

- A whiskey and soda.

I say, there's the most
jolly rumor circulating

that your daughter has snubbed
old Hamish McAllister's son.

Is it really true?

- Well, if you choose
to put it that way.

- Well, I must say I
couldn't be more delighted.

I mean, I'm sorry for the boy.

He's not a bad young cove,

but anything that sets
old Hamish's nose aquiver

has me prancing with delight.

(laughs)

But I hope there'll be no
political repercussions.

The Scots are such
a sensitive bunch,

they'll probably starting
wanting home rule again.

(laughs)

- Oh Rose, I seem to have
caused so much trouble.

Do you think I should've
married him?

- No, Miss Lizzie, not
if you didn't love him.

- He was so suitable.

- Yes, I know, but all the same.

- Tell me about your young man.

- What, Miss Lizzie?

- The one you nearly married.

To take my mind of myself.

- He was killed Miss
Lizzie. I thought you knew.

- Oh, yes Rose I'm sorry.

There you are, you see, I
was only thinking of myself.

We must remedy this immediately.

- How?

- A series of outings,
new interests,

painting exhibitions, concerts,

and you shall accompany me.

- Me, Miss Lizzie?

- You Rose.

And we shall start this
very afternoon.

If we can find something
suitable.

- Ah, Alfred have you seen Rose?

- It's her afternoon
off, Mr. Hudson.

- Yes, yes, I know that,

but she promised to
help me decorate

that infernal Christmas tree.

- Aye, well she's gone
with Miss Elizabeth

to one of them foreign concerts.

- How much please?

-[Cabbie] Two shillings,
please miss.

- Thank you. Keep the change.

-[Cabbie] Thank you. Good night.

- Well Rose, aren't
you glad you came?

Your first Lieder concert,

and wasn't Elena Gerhardt
thrilling?

- Yes, Miss Lizzie.

- Oh, Rose you are delicious.
You were bored stiff.

- Wasn't.

- Yawning. I saw you.

- Well, I think it takes
a bit of getting used to.

- You're quite right, and
you shall get used to it.

We'll go again.

Look, it's snowing quite hard.

Perhaps we shall have
a white Christmas.

- I think you'd better
go in, Miss Lizzie,

you'll get your death of cold.

- And so will you, Rose.

I'll see you later.

-[Rose] And thank you very much
for taking me, Miss Lizzie.

It was very kind of you.

- Nonsense. I enjoyed
taking you.

(doorbell ringing)

-[Hudson] Ah, Miss Elizabeth.

- Thank you, Hudson.

It's snowing.

When are you going to
decorate the tree?

- Sharply, miss.

I'd better take your
coat in case it's damp.

I trust you enjoyed the concert.

- Very much, thank you Hudson.

I took Rose.

- So I was informed, miss.

- Well, it was her
afternoon off.

- Indeed.

- Is Mother at home?

- Yes, miss, she is receiving
a visitor in the drawing room.

- Ah, friend or foe?

- Beg pardon, miss?

- I mean, should I go in,

or slip by the door unnoticed.

- I think her ladyship
would be pleased to see you.

The visitor is foreign.

The visitor is foreign.
- You make it sound
as if her ladyship

- You make it sound
as if her ladyship

is positively threatened,
Hudson.

How foreign?

Just a little bit
foreign, like a Scotsman?

- He is a German gentleman.

I understand he made your
acquaintance in Dresden.

- Oh?

- A Baron von Rimmer.

- Von Rimmer, Von Rimmer
who couldn't be dimmer.

- Baron Klaus von Rimmer.

We met at the Thiessen's
tennis party.

- Thiessen's?

Tennis?

- Yes, darling you remember.

- She has every reason
to forget, Lady Marjorie.

I remember she was suffering
with a grievous head cold.

It was very gallant of
her to attend at all.

- Oh yes, now I remember.

Oh forgive me, Baron, I
was a misery that day.

- On the contrary, you
looked enchanting.

Only your game was
a little affected.

- The baron is staying
in London for a few weeks

to study--

- Banking methods over here
at the Deutsche Reisebank.

I hope you'll forgive my
presumption in calling on you.

- It's no presumption, Baron.

We're delighted to receive
you, aren't we Elizabeth?

- We shall be more than
delighted, Mother dear.

We shall be deeply honored.

But of all the people a
baron must know in London,

he should've singled us out.

We scarcely exchanged more than

six words at the Thiessen's
tennis party.

-[Lady Marjorie] Elizabeth.

- Oh no, please.

First, let me say I have
very few friends in London.

I was feeling lonely in
my lodgings in Victoria,

and I remembered that among
the six words I exchanged

with a certain delightful
voulant belle amie,

were included the names
Schubert and Goethe,

who between them produced some
of the finest Lieder sounds.

- But I've just been to a--

- Yes, I was telling the baron.

Isn't that a coincidence?

- You've been hearing
the exquisite Gerhardt.

- Yes, she was superb.

(speaking in German)

- You know Elena Gerhardt?

- Yes.

I was once privileged to
study with her in Munich.

- Tell us about her, please.

- With pleasure.

- Did you make much of it then?

- What's that Mr. Hudson?

- The concert, of course.

- Oh, it was lovely.

When you got use to it.

- I hope you weren't
fooled into thinking

it was the cat's whiskers
in musical entertainment.

- No, I got a mind of me own.

- And I hope it stays
your own, Rose.

There are dangers being
maid to a headstrong

young lady like Miss Elizabeth.

- Oh, what's she done to
upset you, Mr. Hudson?

- Nothing in particular.

I'm referring more to
the matter of respect,

it has to work both ways.

- Oh, I know that.

- All very well packing
young mistresses off

to foreign parts to
advance their education,

but it's not altogether a
good thing, in my opinion.

They get taken advantage of.

- In what way?

- Oh, heads filled up
with foolish ideas.

Manners forgotten.

Loyalties questioned.

And don't think it's not
calculated by the foreign
teachers.

There's a special name for it.

- Well?

- Subversion, if you
want to know it.

That is a deliberate
pulling at the roots

of a country through its
young men and young women.

Twisting their minds, so
that in a time of crisis--

- (laughing) Oh, Mr. Hudson.

You're not suggesting
that our Miss Lizzie's--

- I'm not suggesting
anything, Rose.

I'm simply giving warning.

The signs are all there.

Pray God, I'm wrong.

- What signs, Mr. Hudson?

- Mr. Hudson has some
funny notions.

- Well, that's enough of that.

- Going on about them dirty
foreigners again, are you?

- And that's enough
from you young man.

- If only it were, Mr. Hudson,

but her ladyship asked
me to inform you

that the baron's staying
for dinner.

- No sooner had I returned
from Dresden,

they went to work on me.

Preparing me for the season.

Do you know about the season?

- Oh, yes of course the season.

- Oh really, darling.

- It's true.

While I was aching to talk
about music and philosophy,

and the people I met,

they had me walking and dancing,

and bobbing up and down like
one of Professor Pavlov's dogs.

- That's a terrible
exaggeration.

We simply asked she
shouldn't enter

the room like a battering ram.

- Oh Mother how indelicate,

a battering ewe at
the very least.

- Same sort of problem
in your family, Baron?

- Oh yes, my mother with
my little sister.

- I see, you take their side.

You prefer young ladies to
be simply frivolous and vain,

very well that's how
you shall have us.

- There's room for compromise,

you can express yourself within
the framework of society.

- How Baron?

When I am told it
is not ladylike,

indeed worse, it is a
serious disadvantage

for a girl to be thought clever.

My Aunt Kate's words.

How can I express myself?

I'm the educated daughter
of a politician,

and I'm expected to
discuss the weather.

- No politics?

- You see, Baron, because
of my husband's position

there is a real danger that

Elizabeth could be
taken advantage of.

- Oh yes, I see.

- What my dear mother
really means,

is that she's afraid
I might misbehave,

and cause a scandalare.

But I'd never compromise
my papa.

I love him far too much.

- Well, you're getting a
glimpse into our society, Baron.

How does it compare with
yours in Germany?

- Most favorable, sir. In
spite of Elizabeth's protest.

But then I'm much in
love with England.

- Why?

- Yes, you've seen
very little of it.

- Oh, it's not the quantity,

it's the quality of
life which enchants me.

And I must declare an interest,

I have a cousin by marriage who

was related to Queen Victoria.

- More than we can boast of.

- But I'm very much concerned
for England

now that these intrepid
liberals have taken power.

- Why do you use that
word, intrepid?

- Because they wish to disarm.

- Don't write us off too soon.

There's still the
election to come.

- In Germany, Mr. Balfour
is much admired.

- Even though he sees
Germany as a potential enemy,

and has taken measures to
strengthen our defenses?

- All countries have a right
to protect their own shores.

And the more everyone
is protected,

the less possibility of war.

I'm sure your father
would agree with me.

- You would spend money
on arms which

might more profitably help
the poor and uneducated.

- It's the poor and uneducated

who first need our protection.

- I'm sure we'd all
agree with that,

but the conversation is
becoming much too serious.

Can't we think of a more
diverting topic?

Tell us about your
lodgings, Baron.

Did you say they
were in Victoria?

- Yes, they are.

- After your terrifying
experiences in Victoria,

I only hope this is
free of bedbugs.

- I have no such fears.

- Now then, I take it
you have no valet.

- That is so, my uncle
was anxious I should

make this trip virtually
incognito,

and I should have
no special favors.

He is the director of
the bank I'm studying at.

What will he say now
I have found myself

such a delightful home?

- Well, that you must
be looked after.

You shall be valeted
by Alfred here

for the duration of your stay.

- That would seem admirable.

You are very kind. Thank you.

- Mother dear, how
impulsive you are.

Whatever will the gossips say?

- Don't be idiotic.

- Alfred.

Alfred?

- Yes, Baron.

Kind Alfred who burnt the cakes.

- So I'm told, Baron.

But it's my duty usually
to hand them around.

- My dear, there's
no point in hiding

the fact you've unearthed
a potential lion,

after his spanking debut at
the Morrison's last night.

How did you come by him?

- I didn't come by
him, Prudence.

You make sound like some
sort of beachcomber,

on the qui vive of
her valuables.

- Not a bad description.

Don't you think this might
be a bit heavy for spring?

- Oh no, Lady Prudence
I'm sure--

- Show me something in
a lighter weight, girl.

- If you really want
to know, he came by us.

- You mean, he just
materialized on the doorstep?

- More or less.

Elizabeth met him very
briefly in Dresden.

- Well, well, so she's
captured a baron.

I'm surprised, dear,
I must say after her

rather unorthodox
behavior since her return.

Not exactly the glittering
belle jeune fille.

Ah, now that's much
more my color.

- Yes, and it's softer.

- Yes, I like this.
It has style.

Give me 10 yards.

- Do you wish it sent,
Lady Prudence?

- No, have it wrapped and
taken out to my carriage.

I suppose he is a baron.

I mean a real one.

- Well, of course he is.

He's a true blue Younker.

The De Tocquevilles
know his family.

- Oh, well that's a relief.

One hears such dreadful
stories these days.

One's confidence in foreign
gentlemen is apt to be blunted.

Oh, now that would make a
lovely dress for dear Agatha.

She can wear bright colors.

Is he in love with her?

- With Elizabeth?

- Well of course, who
else are we talking about?

- Well, it's much too early
to talk of such things.

She's only known him a week.

Actually, I think it's
rather the opposite.

She's not at all
impressed by him.

- Oh, well you must bring him

to dinner with us without delay.

Agatha's home, and
looking quite ravishing.

- Prudence I have no
intention of parading

him like a prize bull.

- Nonsense Marjorie, what
else would you do with him?

Yes, that would definitely
suit Agatha.

Send me six yards.

-[Salesgirl] With pleasure,
Lady Prudence.

(piano music)

- Bravo. Bravo.

(speaking in German)

- Now, here is a tune, listen.

- A tune.

- Listen.

(playing German national anthem)

(giggling)

- You're laughing at me.

All the time you make fun of me.

Why?

- It's my protection
against you.

- You need protection?

- Like the poor and uneducated.

- (singing) Deutschland,
Deutschland uber alles.

- (singing) God save
our gracious king.

Long live an uber king.

(laughing)

We make good harmony, don't we?

- Now, you play.

- Oh no, please.

- Oh, yes I insist.

Since you claim to have
studied with Elena Gerhardt,

the stage is yours.

(piano music)

- You sing?

- Thank you, Hudson.

- Good morning, Lady Marjorie.

- Good morning, Klaus dear.

Did you sleep well?

- To borrow an English
expression.

Like a top, Lady Marjorie.

- Good.

- Good morning, sir.

- Morning, Baron.

- Sir.

- Scrambled eggs, I think.

And some coffee, please.

- Sir.

- Aunt Kate writing
from Monte Carlo.

She says she's all right,

but the place is infested
with Frenchmen.

- Well, that's not
surprising, is it?

-[Lady Marjorie] No.

-[Klaus] Good news, I
hope, in the world.

-[Richard] I beg your pardon?

- The newspaper.

-[Richard] Oh yes.

- What are your plans
for today, Klaus?

- Oh, Elizabeth has
promised to take me

to the houses of Parliament.

- Oh, that'll be nice.

- Have you chosen an
interesting day?

- Not at all, I'm afraid.

Most of it will be taken up by
some minor fishing squabble.

- A naval matter?

- Are you particularly
interested in naval matters?

- Sea's in our family.

- I thought it was banking.

- Both.

One uncle is a banker,
another an admiral.

- Christmas card from that
fearful Lady Mackwood.

Funny how she's always
the first.

- Will you be at the
house today, sir?

- I shall be later, but this
morning I have a meeting.

- Committee of Imperial Defense?

- It's not a secret, is it?

Elizabeth told me.

- What did I tell you?

Morning, mother dear.

- Morning, darling.

- Morning, Papa.

- Morning, darling.

- You must forgive my
curiosity, sir,

but I am, as you
may have judged,

a keen student of politics.

- Kedgeree dee vee.

-[Richard] The theory
or the practice?

- Both.

- Tea or coffee, Miss Elizabeth?

- Coffee, please.

- This is from Penny
Martindale back in England.

We must ask her over.

- Perhaps we could
talk some time.

- Her handwriting
hasn't improved.

-[Richard] I shall be
delighted, Baron.

- This evening?

- No, not this evening Klaus.

We're going to the
De Tocquevilles,

then on to the opera.

- But some time soon, I hope.

- Oh surely.

- Would you excuse me a moment?

Oh, dear.

-[Klaus] How stupid of me.

-[Richard] Hudson!

- Can I do anything?

- No, thank you with
Alfred's help.

- Did you want to speak to me?

- Yes.

Is it serious?

- Well, no nothing that
can't be mopped up.

Alfred's seeing to it.

- What?

- You mean the spill.

- No, I meant the relationship

between Elizabeth and our guest.

(giggles)

Well, I thought I
detected something

across the table between them.

- Well, now you come
to mention it,

yes I think there
has been a change.

Why darling, does it worry you?

- No, not yet.

- He is a Younker, you know.

One of the best and
worthiest families.

She could do worse.

- Oh yes.

It could be a tradesman
son with radical views.

- Oh really.

- Oh take me, take me to
the houses of Parliament.

- You're looking very
pleased with yourself.

- We're in love.

- Who's we?

- We is,

are, in a matter of speaking.

- What are you talking about?

- Being but the
reflections of our masters.

- Oh Alfred, get off.

Mrs. Bridge's here.

Will you at least put me down.

- What's the matter, Mr. Hudson?

Don't you believe in love?

- I believe in it.

If it's kept in its place.

Down.

- But not between
us and them, eh?

Foreigners.

Do you wanna know something?

Germany's beginning
to appeal to me.

I've been hearing a
lot about it lately.

- When?

- In the course of my duties.

- Why don't you go there then?

- Do you know I might, and all.

- What's this?

- Oh, I was wondering
when you'd notice it.

Do you like it?

-[Hudson] Where did you get it?

- It was a present
from my master.

- The baron gave you that?

- I serve no other master,

not at the moment anyway.

Well?

What's wrong?

There's no law against
getting a present, is there?

It is Christmas, Mr. Scrooge.

- Well, you got what
you asked for.

- I was spellbound.

So much pomp and tradition.

- Grim speech for a woman.

(bell chimes)

- Your Thames is very wide here.

- Not so wide as the
Rhine at Koln.

- But more important.

- Are we as great
as the Fatherland?

- Oh, in some ways greater.

- Your empire.

- It's cracking.

- System of government.

- Poof.

- The men it produces. Men like
your father. Incorruptible.

(laughs)

Why do you laugh?

- He's a clergyman's son.

It must show.

And he wouldn't thank
you for it.

Makes him sound like one
of those old diehards.

- He's more liberal?

- Oh careful.

He's, what do we
say, open-minded.

Flexible, I think.

- Flexible?

- What you have to
realize about father is,

he married into the party.

Oh, he was very clever, and
went to Oxford and things,

but he owes his career
entirely to my mother's family.

- Diehards.

- Yes, rather.

I think he feels trapped
on the home front.

That's why he's concentrated
more on foreign affairs.

I may be wrong.

- I assume from what you say,

that he is dependent on your
mother's family financially.

- Oh yes.

Everybody knows that.

- Is he ambitious?

- As much as the next man.

- But would need a courageous,
perhaps unorthodox step

for him truly to break free?

- Yes.

Have you something to suggest?

- Sorry about the delay, I
had to see the deputy speaker.

Goodness, it's freezing
out here.

Come in, and have some tea.

(piano music)

Well, there you are, Baron.

- Good evening, sir.

I was just admiring
your chandelier.

- Oh really?

Nothing very remarkable
about it.

- Are you sure?

It reminds me of one I
once saw in Florence,

very beautiful and
very valuable.

- Well, let's stop
all this, shall we?

You clearly have a proposition
to make.

Why don't you frankly
declare yourself?

And then, I can call
off the hounds

who are at this very
moment making

an exhaustive study
of your background.

- Nothing would give
me greater pleasure.

My business card.

- I see.

Well, I was never very
convinced by your banking story.

So, they're employing
young barons

to do their sales
talk these days.

- I thought you might've
known that.

- Come on, Rose, tell
me the symptoms.

- Oh, you asking
me, Miss Lizzie?

- Yes, you read Hilda's
home companions,

isn't that what they're
always concerned with?

- Oh, I think it's a
bit different in there.

- Well, why should it be?

It's the same for all of us.

We all get the same pains.

- You got a pain, Miss Lizzie?

- Yes, Rose.

- Whereabouts?

- All over, and it's
rather delicious.

But the funny thing is I
don't like him very much.

- You don't like him?

- No.

Can you believe that?

I love him.

I think.

But I don't like him.

Oh Rose, isn't it marvelous?

Aren't you happy for me?

- Yes, Miss Lizzie.

I am happy.

- But someone isn't? Who?

- Oh, it's nothing like that,

and I know I shouldn't
say anything really,

but it's Mr. Hudson.

- Hudson?

- Yeah, well it's nothing
against the baron personally,

it's just a general dislike
he has of foreigners.

He will keep going on about it.

He's heard that there
are thousands of Germans

already in this country
on the south coast

working as waiters
and hairdressers.

But they're all really
trained soldiers,

and if there ever should
be an invasion,

they'll all rise up, and
slaughter us in our beds.

(laughing)

- So, you see your country,
not France, as our aggressor?

- Oh yes, of course, don't you?

Germany plans to absorb
Holland into her empire.

We have 70 million people.

We want commercial preeminence.

England is only 40 million,
and France the same,

so you'll have to join forces.

And the low countries
will be the battlefield.

Can't be long delayed.

Particularly if the liberals
gain power, and try to disarm.

- In the event of
war, I don't think

you'd find us unprepared.

- That is not enough, sir.

To maintain peace, and
divert catastrophe,

your fleet must actually
be superior.

- And your German
munitions company

have suggestions to
keep us superior?

In the interest of peace?

- Mr. Bellamy, there
are many in my country,

artists, musicians,
philosophers, and ordinary
people

who are appalled at the
upsurge of nationalism,

who seek only to
live their lives

in a peaceful and united Europe.

- And some of them work
in armaments firms?

- Yes. Why not?

- Oh come now, Baron.

We all know about the gentlemen
who sell arms to both sides,

then stand back and
watch them engage.

What is it you have to sell?

- It's a new form of
naval gun mounting

for His Majesty's battleships.

These are some preliminary
details and costs.

You will see as you study it,

it's far superior to
anything that Vickers

have to offer at
the present time.

- Well naturally of course,
otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Any deal of this sort
would give you access

to many of our naval secrets.

- Most of your secrets are
known to us already I'm told.

As I continually emphasize
we seek only--

- Yes, yes, tell me why didn't
you approach our government

from the proper channel?

- I'm sorry, sir, you are former

Undersecretary of State
for the Admiralty,

and a member of the Committee
of Imperial Defense,

are you not a proper channel?

- I was referring to
your befriending

of my daughter in Dresden,

your subsequent maneuverings
into my household.

My dear chap, I don't
particularly mind,

I was just curious to know how

you fellows operate these days.

- I admit I had to gain
access to your confidence.

- Using Elizabeth?

- Yes, it was my method.

But it was in your
best interest too.

My company couldn't openly
approach the British government.

The selling of arms is
a most delicate matter,

for all concerned.

- So, really you're just
testing the bath water.

- A little more positive
than that, I hope.

But as for the feelings
which have developed

between Elizabeth
and myself here,

this is a separate matter,
and will remain separate

from any dealings we might have.

- Well, I don't see
how you can divorce

the two things entirely,
but no matter.

- Obviously, you
are mistrustful.

Sir, I have the greatest
respect for your daughter.

I would never do anything
to hurt her feelings.

- Yes, all right I have no doubt

she can take care of herself.

Tell me what do you expect
me to do with these papers?

- When you have satisfied
yourself that they are genuine,

to use your influence, and
persuade your government

to enter a contract
with my company.

- But haven't you come
to the wrong chap,

I mean, I'm no longer
part of this government,

or likely to be.

- You remain on the Committee
of Imperial Defense,

and that is what matters to us.

Perhaps I should add, that
the contract would be made,

for obvious political reasons,

through a Swiss subsidiary which

my company will control,
of course.

- Quite.

- Well, Baron I'll look
through these papers,

and if I see fit--

- And it goes without saying,

should you be interested in
a substantial shareholding

in the Swiss company,

I mean you personally,

it can be arranged.

- I see. Yes.

- Such financial interlockings
between our two countries

can only enhance the
prospects of peace.

- Indeed.

- However, there's
plenty of time

to discuss this side of things.

You see, there's
the design it's--

-[Elizabeth] Oh, sorry.

- Elizabeth.

-[Elizabeth] Am I interrupting?

(speaking in German)

- Thank you, Purvis.

- Thank you, sir.

- You read the documents?

- Rather.

- What do you think,
are they bonafide?

- Oh absolutely.

- And the price?

- Very fair.

- So, under normal circumstances
we might've bought.

- Why not buy now?

- Oh my dear Adam, it's
obvious what's behind it.

They're trying to set up an
intelligence organization

right in our very midst.

Well, don't you agree?

- I can't deny it's possible.

Thank you.

But you've got to consider
the types you're dealing with.

These armaments creatures

they're above nationalistic
considerations.

I mean, just look at their
pedigrees as individuals.

Half the nations of Europe
in their blood.

They're in it purely
and simply for the loot.

- What about their agents,
men like Von Rimmer?

- Their dedicated anglophiles?

They're the interesting
specimens.

I say, is it true
what I hear about

this fellow and your daughter?

- Oh, never mind that.

- Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry.

Well, let's just think
for a minute.

Military-speaking, they
have something to offer,

and it's politically
sound vis a vis

the election of the liberals.

- Yes, we could whip up
a scare about Turpeter's

ever-growing fleet.

- Exactly.

And on the personal front,

I take it you've been
offered a hefty bribe.

Well, haven't you?

- Shares in a Swiss bank.

- Standard procedure.

-[Richard] Is it?

- Of course.

I forgot you're new
to this game.

Yes, so personally
we'd start a game.

- We?

- Well, you'd count
me in, wouldn't you?

High tally-ho, and off
the beast, away we go.

- A couple of shifty profiteers.

- Will you never be persuaded?

- I can't forget my
humble and pious origins.

- I know, Dick.

And that's your epitaph.

- Meantime, what do we
do about the baron?

We can't make a move against him

until we've actually
agreed to be corrupted.

- Well, yes.

Well, these people
usually have a few

incriminating documents
they want us to sign.

We better wait for
them, I suppose.

- We'll need a witness.

- Well, that's easy enough.

Actually, the best thing
is to reek up a meeting.

Say, dinner at your
house next week?

- He plans to leave
next Tuesday.

- Monday, then.

A sort of fond farewell.

You agree?

Good.

It's time we pounced
on one of them.

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- We always celebrate
Christmas Day.

- In Germany, Christmas Eve is
the true moment of Christmas.

- Tell me about it.
What do you do?

- Well, in my family

father and mother decorate
the Christmas tree.

Nobody's allowed to see it
until they are finished,

and the candles are lit.

Father rings a little bell,

and we all go in,

and we look at the tree,

and the children sing carols,

and we all open our presents.

- Go on.

- Well, we always have
snow for Christmas.

And the pine trees
around the house

stand out white against the sky.

And the stars glitter
in the cold.

It's beautiful, like fairy land.

- Tell me some more.

- Then, we have our great
big Christmas dinner.

We have goose every year,
it's a tradition in my family.

And we have lots of wine.

And we all have the
feeling there's

no other place on earth
to be on Christmas Eve.

Can you understand that?

- Not even here with me?

- Of course with you,
but not here, there.

- Then, take me with you.

- To Germany tomorrow?

- Why not?

- Your family.

- Oh, they wouldn't mind.

Take me with you, please.

I love you.

I want to share everything
with you.

I want to be with your
family on Christmas Eve.

I want to see your candles
lit, and hear your carols.

Please Klaus.

It would make me very happy,
and I'd make you happy too

I promise you.

- No, it's not possible.

Next year, perhaps.

My bill, please.

- Oh, there you are darlings.

I was beginning to worry,

our dinner guests will
be here in an hour.

- You must forgive
me, Lady Marjorie,

it was entirely my fault.

After the exhibition,

which was enchanting.
- Boring

He persuaded me to have
tea at Gunther's

which was delicious.
- Delicious.

- It's that Elizabeth takes
so long to dress these days.

- Oh Mother, how unfair.

- Now, you know you do, darling.

You spend all your time
chattering with Rose.

- Hello Papa.

- Darling.

- Good evening, sir.

I have the agreements
regarding the Swiss company.

Your colleague is
coming tonight?

- Yes.

- I also have preliminary
contracts for the deal itself.

I think neither he, nor
yourself, will be disappointed.

- That, of course, will
take some time.

- Oh, of course, of course,

but tonight we set the
wheels in motion.

Will you excuse me
Lady Marjorie?

- Yes, of course.

- The bath's ready, Baron.

- Thank you, Alfred.

It suits you.

- Thank you, Baron.

- You've been using this?

Yes?!

- Yes.

- You fool, you stupid,
stupid boy!

- Just a tap, a little
touch that's all.

- I don't care for myself.

You can take what you want!

But what about the family,
what will Elizabeth,

her father, her mother say
if you serve them at dinner,

and you stink. Stink!

- Sorry, I

Sorry I--

- So you should be.

-[Alfred] I'm not worthy.

- No, you are not worthy.

However, on your feet.

Up, I said.

And now come here,

and be forgiven.

- Miss Elizabeth, you're
laying on that

frock I put out for you.

You'll spoil it.

- I don't care.

He's leaving and I want
to go with him.

- He'll be coming back.

- I don't see why he should,
since he doesn't love me.

- Of course he loves you,

whatever makes you
say such a thing?

- Oh, I don't know.

Run me a bath.

- You haven't got time.

Besides, the baron's
taken all the hot water.

- The baron.

Then I shall go and step
into it with him.

- Miss Elizabeth, how
can you even imagine?

(laughs)

- Oh, don't look
so shocked Rose.

We're living in modern times.

- Good evening, Lady Prudence.

Sir Adam.

-[Sir Adam] Good
evening, Hudson.

- We're not together, Hudson.

We both arrived on the doorstep
at exactly the same moment.

- A poor accident.

(crying)

- Delightful vision of
a lady in distress.

- A mad house.

- Rose, don't--

- You get away from me.

- Rose, how dare you behave like

that in front of the guests!

- I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson. But I

(crying)

- What's the matter with you?

Do you know why she's crying?

- Don't ask me, it's
nowt to do with me!

(bell ringing)

- Right, upstairs you.
Serve the drinks.

Go on with you now! Look sharp!

All right, Rose now you tell
me what this is all about.

- I can't, Mr. Hudson.

But I'm all right now.

Promise.

- Can't think why I
was invited tonight.

And at the last minute.

- I'm sorry, Prudence darling.

But Richard insisted we
get someone for Adam,

and who could I ask
but an old friend.

- Most unfortunate as
far as I'm concerned.

I thought it was
common knowledge

I can't be in the same
room as Sir Adam Blake.

He once grossly insulted
me in Sevastopol.

I think you might've
shown a little more tact.

- But that was ages ago.

And anyway, I always wondered
if it was quite true.

- It was true.

- Then, it's high time
that you made it up.

- Ah, Klaus there you are.

I think you know Lady
Prudence, don't you?

- Oh yes, good evening.

-[Lady Prudence] Good
evening, Baron.

-[Richard] Baron, I don't think
you've met Sir Adam Blake.

Baron Klaus von Rimmer.

- Good evening, Baron.

- Come have some champagne.

Alfred.

- What do you think?

- Yes, he runs to type.

That strong Teutonic
bone structure,

dashing with the ladies.

When do we get the
documents to sign?

- After dinner.

- Over the port, sound idea.

- The least fuss.

- Absolutely.

- Oh my dear baron, we
shall miss you terribly.

You've added luster to
an otherwise dim season.

You'll find some excuse
to return in the new year?

- Unfortunately, the
Deutsche Reisebank have given

me only a limited number
of their methods to study,

and I've exhausted them all.

- Then, you must return
under your own steam.

If you'll forgive the vulgarity.

I'm sure Elizabeth
would wish it.

If they won't have you here,

then you must come
and stay with me.

- The most eligible
widow in London,

and the handsome young
baron under the same roof.

What would the gossips say?

- I bet the baron here and now

to return to us in January.

- But you have your elections.

- We shall parade you
on the hostageens.

- Then, they'll have to
give us women the vote.

- Marjorie, my dear,
you look younger

and lovelier than ever.

- Thank you.

- Prudence dear, come
and look at this.

I picked up in Sotheby's
the other day.

- Oh, it's enchanting.

- With the greatest of pleasure.

- What did you do to
Prudence in Sevastopol?

-[Sir Adam] Well, that's
a long story.

-[Elizabeth] Mother
wants you to play for us

after dinner, will you?

-[Klaus] If it pleases you.

-[Elizabeth] Well, it won't
please me I shall probably cry.

-[Klaus] Then, Rose must
fetch you a handkerchief.

(speaking in German)

- Mr. Hudson, could I have
a word with you, please?

- Not now, Rose.

- Please, Mr. Hudson.

See, I can't hold in no longer.

- Pull yourself together, girl.

Come on outside, quickly.

You're absolutely
sure about this?

And you've told me everything?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

But you must understand that
I've never in all my days--

- All right Rose, I
understand your feelings.

You go downstairs to
the dining room.

- Oh, I couldn't, Mr. Hudson.

I couldn't serve
at table tonight.

Not with Miss Elizabeth there,

and me knowing what I know,

and her still thinking--

- And that's why you've
got to keep working Rose,

so she's kept from knowing.

- What about Alfred?

- You leave Alfred to me.

He won't be there.

And Rose, keep all this to
yourself, do you understand?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Good girl.

Off you go then.

- Hear these new dreadnought
battleship things

are absolutely no use
at all, Sir Adam.

They sink if you so much
as look at them.

- That may well be dear lady,

if they come under
your hypnotic gaze.

- Go downstairs and
wait in my pantry.

Stay there and talk to no
one till I've seen you.

Off you go now.

-[Lady Marjorie] Hudson,
are you getting ready?

I think we are.

- Very nearly, my lady.

-[Elizabeth] Hudson,
where's Rose?

- She has duties in the
dining room, Miss Elizabeth.

-[Elizabeth] Oh bother.

I wanted her to fetch
me a handkerchief.

- Might I have a brief word
with you sir, in private.

- What, now Hudson?

- If you would, sir.

It is possible, of course sir,

that the girl was mistaken.

- No, Rose would never
speak on such a matter

unless she was certain.

- That was my opinion too, sir.

I take it the gentleman will
not be staying for dinner.

- On the contrary Hudson,
it's a matter of vital

government importance that
the baron remain in this house

for the next two hours at least.

I have a detective inspector
arriving, Scotland Yard,

at 10 o'clock.

He'll ring at the backdoor.

See that he's attended to until
I specifically call for him.

- I understand, sir.

- And Hudson, I rely on
your absolute discretion,

and ask you to deal with Alfred.

- I will, sir.

- In the meantime, will you
ring the gong for dinner.

- Certainly, sir.

- What did Hudson want?

- Oh nothing, just some
domestic problem.

- Why didn't he come to me?

- I really couldn't say.

- Then, I shall ask him.

- No, Marjorie you won't.
Not on this occasion.

- I insist.

- And I said, no Marjorie.

Be ruled by me just
once in a while.

I'll explain it all later.

- Is it your intention
that we should

continue our vendetta
to our graves, Sir Adam?

- What vendetta, dear lady?

I was not aware that there--

- You know perfectly well
to what I'm referring.

An incident in Sevastopol
some years ago,

when you wounded me deeply.

- Were we deep sea fishing?

- What?

- The only woman I ever
remember wounding deeply

was a lady I once went
deep sea fishing with.

I got her, by accident,
with a harpoon.

- If I was a gentleman, I
would've demanded satisfaction.

- And as a gentleman, madam,

I should've been forced
to give it to you.

- Oh, you're as incorrigible
as ever.

- That goes without saying.

Incorrigibles ripen with
age, like most other fruits.

- Excuse me.

I have to make an urgent
telephone call.

Will you please excuse me?

- Of course.

Did I tell you dear
Agatha's been

invited to Bever
for the weekend?

- Oh good, that's nice her.

- Yes.

- How boring for her.

(gong chiming)

- Shall we have dinner?

- It's no good Mr. Hudson,
I can't go through with it.

- Rose here they come.

- How delightful, always, to
enter the Bellamy dining room.

Such a feeling of happy
anticipation.

- And happy returns.

- Sir.

- Thank you, Hudson.

- Where's that lugubrious
footman of yours, Marjorie?

The one who always
makes me laugh.

- Yes, Hudson, where is Alfred?

- He's indisposed, my lady.

Will you be waiting for the
baron before commencing, sir?

- Certainly, Hudson. Of course.

- So, we are to have a
German baron for dinner.

I hope he tastes as
good as he looks.

- Well, I'm sure he'll
be more to my taste

than some of your
dreadful jokes, Sir Adam.

- Well, so that we don't
all starve to death,

I'll go and look
for him, shall I?

Will you excuse me?

- Sweet child.

One can't help observing
how very

much in love she seems to be.

Or have I put my foot in it?

- His room's quite empty!

His clothes aren't
in the cupboard!

- What?

- He's gone.

- It's so awful.

That I should've invited
him to stay.

A pervert in our house.

- You weren't to know.

- And then, to corrupt our
footman and take him away.

- Well, perhaps they
deserved each other.

- Poor little Elizabeth.

She was so in love with him.

- What on earth shall
I tell her?

I mean, she's too young to
be exposed to such things.

It would destroy
so much for her.

- I'll go up to Elizabeth
in a moment.

Alone.

- Richard, she must never know.

- I want you to leave
this to me,

and trust me.

- He was a spy, Rose.

Do you know about spies?

- Yes, Miss Elizabeth.

- An agent who sells
deadly weapons.

Using me, I suppose, to get
to Papa, and compromise him.

Do you think that's bad?

- Yes, Miss Lizzie.

- But father was too
clever for him.

He brought in Sir Adam
who's a celebrated

spy catcher for the Navy.

You'd never think it.

They were going to arrest him.

He must've realized, so he left.

Without a goodbye.

To get home in time
for Christmas.

Better than a Brixton
cell anyway.

- I've finished now,
Miss Lizzie.

- It's all right.

Good night, Rose.

- Good night, Miss Elizabeth.

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