All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S01E08 I Dies From Love WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(classical music)

(horse trotting)

- You'll catch flies.

- What, what'll I do?

- Your mouth's hanging
down to your chest, girl.

Stop dreaming, think what
you're meant to be doing.

- I'm doing it.

- If you think that's
washing up,

then I'm Happy Fanny Fields.

- Ah Mrs.--

- You'll not see your bed
tonight, my girl, I'm warning
you.

- I'll do them once more so.

- And you'll do them properly.

- And I'll do them properly.

* I wish, I wish,
I wish in vain,

* I wish I were a maid again.

- What do you wish you
were the, little bird,

Queen of England?

* A maid again.

- Emily, look at this.
* I'll never be

- Come on.

* Til cherries grow on ivy

- Here she is, Mrs. Van
Grand Bottom herself.

- Edward, you've no respect.

- Oh I could buy and
sell the lot of you.

And what do you think of me
spanking new carriage then, eh?

- Oh, she must be awful rich.

- And my lovely new
footman on the box.

- Oh to have a carriage
the like of that.

- You seen him?

I never set eyes on him before,
now why can't Lady Marjorie

get someone like that for us?

- Cause you got adorable
little me, that's why.

- Oh, would you look
at those feathers.

They must be twice the
length of me arm.

- You don't measure
a lady by the length

of her feathers, Emily.

- Oh, I'll say she has
a dress for as many days

as there are in a year.

- Now that, Emily, that
lady that you see up there

is what we call nouveau.

Which is probably new to you.

- Come on, Edward.

My Ladyship'll be ringing
for tea in a minute

and you've no time
to lark about.

- Her and her charitable
get togethers.

She can't stand the sight
of the people there.

- You've no place passing
remarks like that.

- A scamper through the woods?

- Certainly, teach him
to appreciate nature

and give them some
simply splendid exercise.

- Exercise? Exercise?

They get enough of that running
up and down stairs all day.

- Prudence, if I understand
you correctly,

you're suggesting that we
hire some sort of omnibus,

cram all our servants
into it and dispatch them

to Hampstead Heath?

- For a picnic with delicious
cream buns and lemonade.

Thus obeying our beloved
Queen Alexandra's instructions

to care more for the welfare
of our domestic employees.

- Yes, I see the merit of that,

they don't get enough fresh air.

- Fresh air?

Simply frightful for
the complexion.

- Yes, of course,
Lady Templeton,

but it's all in a good cause,
these girls never get out.

- I think it's a splendid idea,

we can all share the
cost of the omnibus

and each contribute a
hamper of refreshments.

- Good, that's settled.

- Queen doesn't know
what she's started.

- Well, now we can all have tea.

- Well not quite yet,
we still lack one member

of our committee,
we need her vote.

-[Lady Templeton] And her money.

- Mrs. Van Groeben, my lady.

- Good afternoon,
Mrs. Van Groeben.

- Good afternoon.

- Now then, I believe
that you have already

met Lady Templeton?

- Yes, we have met, haven't we?

- Ghastly feathers.

-[Lady Marjorie] Lady Prudence
Fairfax, our force motif.

- How do you do?

- Very bad for my chest.

- I've heard so much about
you from my daughter,

Wilhelmina, who is such
a great, great friend

of your daughter, Agatha.

- Oh yes, I believe they met
for the first time last night.

It seems young people
become great, great friends

at alarming speed these days.

- I am late and I do
apologize but it take so long

to get anywhere in London.

- Oh, I know and it's
becoming far too noisy

and dirty in the streets.

They really shouldn't
allow so much traffic

in the heart of the city.

- Well, in my opinion, we're
all being slowly poisoned

by the fumes from those
dreadful motor cars.

- Including yours,
Prudence darling.

-[Lady Prudence] And
yours, my dear Marjorie.

- I won't allow my
husband to buy one,

we so much prefer the
carriage and pair.

So much more elegant.

Of course, back in our
wonderful country,

we have so much space
and freedom,

freedom to move around
at one's leisure.

Oh, life is much
different in South Africa.

- She should have stayed there.

The foreigners, they
really are too absurd.

Marjorie, do ring for
tea now we're all here.

- Prudence, will you explain
you idea to Mrs. Van Groeben?

Such a splendid scheme
for a picnic in the woods

to put some color
into their cheeks.

- In keeping with the
Queen's wishes.

- Oh quite.

How like our dear Queen
to concern herself

with such matters.

Now, the last cook we employ--

- Hudson, you can bring tea now.

And ask Mrs. Van Groeben's
coachman to have tea

in the servant's hall,
we shall be some time.

- Very good, my lady.

- I'm so sorry, you were saying?

- Well, our last cook,
she had a cousin

who worked in the
royal household

and she was most interesting
about conditions there.

Most interesting.

It appears that on at
least one occasion,

during her employment
at the palace,

her Majesty actually
paid a lengthy visit

to the kitchen in the
servant's quarters

and actually spoke to the staff.

(laughing)

- Anyroad, my little
niece were there

and when downpour started
they all got under table.

(laughing)

Then Bishop of London arrives
to read message from Queen.

"I hope you're all enjoying
yourself at your age,

"enjoying your tea party",
and all girls

are still under table.

- I'd have given a week's
wages to see 200 servant girls

hiding under the table
in Regent's Park.

- They must take us for some
kind of fools, you know?

- Oh no, we mustn't
laugh, really, Mr. Harris.

- It's really kind
of her Majesty,

after all, she needn't
have bothered.

- Ah, just a pat on the
head, lass, pat on the head.

Nothing changes.

Anyroad, let me finish story.

"I'm sorry I can't be
with you" reads Bishop

with rain dripping from his hat.

(laughing)

"But I'm sure you're
all having a grand time,

"with love and kisses
from Queen."

(laughing)

And then, just as he's calling
for three rousing cheers,

damn great banner which said
"God bless our gracious Queen,

the giver of the feast"
fell about his head.

(all laugh)

- Mr. Harris!

- His Grace, the Duke of
Pulborough would never

have concerned himself
with such a pantomime.

He knew how to treat
his servants proper

and we were right proud
to be in his household.

He had no time for
the pantomimes.

- Then round them up into
the omnibus and home.

In time to run our baths and
lay the table for dinner.

- Splendid.

Well I certainly feel I
owe it to my servants.

A token of appreciation really.

People in our position must
realize their responsibilities.

- To return to more
mundane matters,

have you any idea,
Prudence, how much

such an outing will cost?

- Well I have it on
the best information

it need not cost more
than sixpence a head.

- Sixpence?

What do you mean
to feed them on?

Bread and lard and
a cup of cold tea?

- Ah, there'll be the
omnibus to pay for as well,

Lady Templeton.

- I do hope we're not gonna
spend the entire afternoon

haggling over money.

I mean, what's a few
pounds here or there?

- A great deal to some of us.

- What about numbers?

How many will there be?

- 16 altogether, Majorie.

That's including Mrs.
Van Groeben's household.

- Well, I shall send
my two housemaids,

my kitchen maid, and
Taylor, my pantry boy.

Let me know how much
I should contribute.

Marjorie, my pet, I've
decided to leave.

I'm quite ancient and
inclined to be easily bored.

I cannot afford to
be bored at my age.

-[Lady Majorie] Hudson,
Lady Templeton is leaving.

- Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Can't stand being cooped up
with a herd of women, Hudson.

I'm sure you feel the same.

- Wonderful lady.

Such a rich character.

Most interesting.

- Some people find her eccentric

but Richard says she's the
sanest person he knows.

- So it's all agreed then?

A picnic, a nature ramble
over Hampstead Heath,

followed by a good tea
in the church hall.

- Splendid, well you cause
certainly has my support.

- Why I'm so glad, how kind
you are, Mrs. Van Groeben.

- No, no, it's you who
are kind, Lady Prudence.

Spending so much of your
time improving the lot

of these people who are really
already so well cared for

and who have so very
little to do.

(Emily hums Butcher Boy)

* A butcher boy,
I loved so well.

* He courted me my life away.

* But now with me,
he will not stay.

* I wish my baby it were born,

* and on and on.

(door slams)

- Haven't you done yet, Emily?

- I'm not used doing grates.

- I showed you how yesterday.

- I'm doing my best, Rose.

When's the new housemaid coming?

- I don't know and buck
up, Mrs. Bridges

wants you back in the kitchen.

-[Emily] I can't be in
two places at once.

- Well you must try.

And we're all tired.

(Mrs. Bridges gags)

- Oh, good heavens.

Salt!

I'll murder that girl.

(Emily hums Butcher Boy)

(door slams)

- Morning, Mrs. Bridges.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Good
morning, Emily, my dear.

- Grand morning.

- Lovely, absolutely lovely.

By the way, Emily, I've
got a little treat for you,

seeing as how you like
my cooking and all.

Come in here and have a taste
of this lovely pudding I made.

Oh, I've taken such a
lot of trouble over it,

stirring it over the
hot water for hours.

Now then, you just taste it.

Go on, girl, taste it.

(Emily gags)

What's a matter, don't
you like it then?

- Please, Mrs. Bridges,
what in heaven have I done?

- I'll show you what
you've done, my girl.

You put in salt into the sugar
jar, that's what you've done.

- Oh no, I never, that
was never what I'd do.

- All that work for nothing.

- I never did that.
- My lovely pudding ruined!

- I was never near
it, Mrs. Bridges,

I'd not so much as dared
touch your cook things

and, please, you're hurting me.

- I'll hurt you,
alright, my girl.

That's what comes of staring
out of the window all day long.

Daydreaming, looking
at the carriages.

-[Emily] I'm sorry if I did
mix up the jars, Mrs. Bridges,

maybe I wasn't thinking.

- Well then you get on
with that washing up

and then you can come in here
and scrub my kitchen floor.

- Oh mother of God,
please hear me.

I didn't never even finish
the housework.

- There is one point,
Lady Marjorie,

that I hesitated to mention
at our last meeting.

I do hope there is some
way we can ensure

that no undeserving
girls receive

the benefit of our charity.

- Undeserving?

- After all, you and
I have a position

in society to maintain.

A position which many
people admire and even envy.

I should hate to think
we could be duped.

- I don't quite understand
what you mean by duped.

- Well, if we were expected
to include,

in these outings, some
of the riff raff

that one finds in the
suburban houses

of the professional classes.

(distant thunder rumbling)

Do you know what I mean?

- Yes, I think I do,
Mrs. Van Groeben.

But surely our intention
is to benefit all those

in domestic service, not
just a privileged few.

(thunder rumbles)

Oh dear, looks as if we're
in for a summer storm.

- Oh, come on, Emily, you
done nothing by dream all day.

- I was only having
a look at him.

- Who?

- The boy in the coach
of Mr. Harris.

- Ah, Mrs. Van Groeben's
little flunky.

Well you can stop dreaming
or you'll get

into more trouble, and
from me this time.

I've had to chase after you
since first thing this morning.

The beds weren't properly made,
Mr. Bellamy's shaving water

cold, and now the lunch,
it ain't done.

- I can't manage it all, Rose.

I don't know whether
I'm coming or going.

What with Mrs. Bridges
looking at me and all.

I never touched her cooking
things, Rose,

honest angels I never.

- Well you'll just have to learn

to put up with it, that's all.

- Well I think she
has me in disfavor.

- Look, she don't really
mean all she says, Emily,

and she's very fond
of you really,

it's just that, well hurry
up, I want you to help me

with the sewing.

- Ah the poor lad, he'll
get soaked through,

sitting out there.

- We hardly ever have
to endure this kind

of weather in Cape Town.

- I'm afraid it's this
kind of weather

that's making the rest
of our committee so late.

Lady Templeton has quite
a way to come.

Oh dear, your young
footman's getting very wet.

- Yes it really is too bad.

But he's used to it.

We were at the most wonderful
house party

at Lord Nicholson's
only last weekend.

- We must bring him in
and give him some tea.

I'll ring for Hudson.

(thunder cracks)

What is it you were going
to say about Toby Nicholson?

-[Mr. Harris] Get in here, lad.

-[Edward] No, I'm alright,
thank you.

- Oh, come along in and
sit yourselves down.

Rose, take his coat,
oh dear, dear,

- This is William, everybody.

William, this is Mrs. Bridges.

- How'd you do?

I'd expect you'd like a nice
cup of tea and a slice of cake.

- Thank you.

- And there's Edward.

- Oh, here, Rose, have
you caught that uniform?

I didn't know the household
cavalry had gone into service.

- That's Rose.
- He's only teasing,

William, you look very nice.
- Edward, don't you pass

remarks like that.
- I was commenting

on his uniform.
- Thank you.

- And this is young Emily.

Now, where was I?

- The Duke had just bought

a motor carriage.
- That's for William.

- Ah, that's right, lad.

Well, his Grace were never
one to be behind the times.

He believed in progress
at the right sort.

And he say thought
there was a great future

for the motor carriage.

Yeah.
- The present employer

seems to have different
notions, Mr. Harris.

- He's a different sort
- Would you ever pass

the sugar, please?
- of person altogether,

Mrs. Bridges.

Well, she's only just
arrived and all,

so doesn't quite see
what's what yet.

Mind you.

- Mind you, what, Mr. Harris?

- Well, we earned us
brass as a mouse.

- And there's plenty of
brass is there, Mr. Harris?

- They do say, lad, they do say.

You don't see her sitting
down quietly.

(laughter)

Anyroad, pour me some more
tea, please, Mrs. Bridges.

Now don't you go starting
in, young Edward.

We're all just one big, happy
family in Wigmore Street.

Alright, just one
big, happy family.

Right, William?

William?

(classical music)

- And, whoever it is,
wherever they may be,

I have a friend, Becky,
someone is my friend.

It cannot be denied
that as they sat before

the blazing fire and ate the
nourishing comfortable food,

they felt a kind
of rapturous awe

and looked into each other's
eyes with something like doubt.

"Do you think", Becky
faltered once in a whisper,

"Do you think it could
melt away, miss?

"Hadn't we better be quick?"

And she hastily crammed her
sandwich into her mouth.

If it were only a dream,
kitchen manners

could be overlooked.

(Emily laughs)

"No, it won't melt
away" said Sarah.

"I'm eating this muffin,
I can taste it.

"One never really eats
things in dreams,

"one only thinks one's
going to eat them.

"Besides I keep giving
myself pinches

and I touched a hot piece of
coal just now on purpose".

(Emily laughs)

To be continued next week.

- You've awful good
luck, William.

- Yeah, I suppose I have.

- Being able to do both the
reading and the writing.

- I can't manage the
writing at all

and 'tis a terrible
disadvantage.

You know, if my daddy could
have read and written,

I don't know what he
couldn't have done.

- What did he do?

Your pa.

- He went and died on
us, that's what he did.

- Well, how'd he die?

- He died from living,
that's how he died.

But my brother, Phelem,
he can read now.

He can both read and write.

I had a letter from him
only last year in America

and he wrote he had the
greatest opportunity.

For, when he was emigrating
on the boat,

he met up with this
English gentleman

who had all his wits about
him, at least he knew

his three Rs, and he
taught them to Phelem.

Oh so now they're doing grand.

With an entire business
of their very own.

You know, if my daddy
could have read,

he'd hardly be facing
the sea now.

- I can't understand half
of what you say, Emily.

- Well what can't you follow?

- Well facing the sea?

How can your dad be facing
the sea if he's dead?

- In our village, we're
always buried standing up.

- Standing up?

Why?

- But why else, 'tis
a grand view.

(both laugh)

- Here you are, me loves, and
some of your favorite cakes.

Right, come on now, you
two, you get tuck in.

My Jack's gonna be home
in half an hour, you know,

and he's gonna be
wanting his tea.

And you know what a one
he is for leaving

his smile at the gate?

- I never noticed
how late it was.

What with William reading
me the story.

- Yeah.

Ah, look, you gone and
let your tea get cold.

I'll get you some
more hot water.

- No, honestly, Mrs. Fellows,
there's no need to bother,

we're quite happy.

- Well that's the main
thing, ain't it.

Well I'll get you some
more water anyway,

you never know.

- Come on now, Emily, we can't
have all that business again.

I can't send all those
blooming cakes across

to your starving relatives,
it's you I'm taking

out to tea.

- I should have said
we are the lucky ones.

- Lucky?

What's lucky?

I do my job well, I
please Mrs. Van Groeben.

She likes the way I look.

Where's the luck in that?

- The luck is it was you
she took from the orphanage.

The bad luck would have
been if she had not.

And the luck it was
that I got this job.

Was it yourself taught
you all the reading?

- No, the orphanage.

Mind you, she's teached
me lots of other things.

Things she thinks
I ought to know.

How to get on, how to behave.

She's a proper lady.

- They say she thinks
the world of you.

- I do my job, she
says I get on.

- She's a good mistress.

- Go on, Em, have a cake.

- I'll have a cake if
you read me again.

The last bit of the story.

- Alright.

- The bit where she pinches
herself to understand

that it's real.

That it won't melt away.

Oh I'll not let you
melt away, I'll not.

(flute music)

- Oh but I mean the trouble
with servants

is they don't know
their own minds.

I've tried to suggest things.

- I'm sure they're
duly grateful.

- I mean I said to my
maid Smith the other day

what do you actually
do on your day off?

And do you know what
she told me?

What she does?

She told me she sleeps
the whole day.

I said don't just sleep
your life away, Smith,

do something constructive;
read, think.

Oh she says I've tried that,
madam, it wasn't no good,

I couldn't think of
anything to think about.

I mean to say.

- She means to say, she
means to say what?

I was led to believe that
this committee was called

to give these girls some
outlet, rather than turn them

into third-rate philosophers.

- Lady Templeton, our aim
today is simply to finalize

the arrangements for
the servants' outing.

It seems to me that a month
tomorrow would be the best date.

The weather should be fine
by then and we won't clash

with Ascot week, is that
generally agreeable?

Then, Prudence, you can
finalize the arrangements

with the vicar as to the
use of the church hall.

- Splendid, oh it'll do
them all a world of good.

- If it's of any interest, I
intend to hold a masked ball

during the season in
aid of our worthy cause.

The theme will be Versailles
before the revolution.

I do hope you will all accept
my invitation to take tickets.

- Tickets? For the guillotine?

- That's a splendid
idea, Mrs. Van Groeben,

how clever you are.

- [Mrs. Van Groeben] Oh
thank you, Lady Prudence.

- Don't you agree, Marjorie?

-[Lady Templeton] Aren't we
going to have any tea today?

- Yes, at four o'clock.

- I shall have to give
a ball this year too,

for my worthy cause.

- What's that, Lady Prudence?

-[Lady Prudence] My
daughter, Agatha.

-[Lady Templeton] Shall
we be expected

to take tickets for that too?

- You're not going to sell
Agatha in a raffle, are you?

- Maybe one's last resort.

- I do hope that we're
not going to lose sight

of our original objective.

Namely the welfare
of these girls.

- Well, they can all
come along to Mrs. Van,

Mrs. Pre-revolution ball.

After all, someone'll
have to clear up the mess.

All those decapitated trunks.

- You sound as though
you disapprove

of my idea, Lady Templeton.

- I do.

It might give the
servants ideas.

Marjorie, do ring for tea, I
made myself feel quite ill.

(distant horse trotting)

- Emily.

Emily, that's hardly a
name for an Irish girl.

- 'Tisn't my name, that's why.

- Well you're called Emily.

- Oh I am now but my
real name's Aoibhinn

but over here they
find it hard to get

their tongues round it.

- Even?

(Emily laughs)

- No, William.

Aoibhinn.

She was a queen, you know.

Queen of Craig Liath.

My dad had told me she
appeared to King Brian

the night before
the great battle.

The battle of Clontarf.

And didn't she tell him
the outcome of it all.

- Well I haven't heard
of a king called Brian.

- She told him that he
would win the battle

but lose his own life.

She was a spirit of sorrow.

- Was he an Irish king?

- He was.

- Didn't know you had
kings in Ireland.

- Ah, William, I'm sure
you hardly know a thing.

You never even know
you were to meet me.

- Meet you?

- That it was destined,
pre-ordained.

I was always certain
of meeting you.

I saw you that day in the
kitchen and I knew I knew you.

You're more to me that
my love, William.

You're my need, my very self.

- Look, Emily, I mean--

- Ah, William, everything
I do, I do for you.

Everything I have to
do in the house,

I imagine I do it for you.

Each floor that I scrub
and fire that I lay

and spoon that I
polish is yours.

Oh I have you imagined all day.

- If it wasn't for
Mrs. Van Groeben,

I'd run off with you tomorrow.

- So where should we run to?

The world is full
of running people.

Maybe you could get another job.

You can read and write
and you're strong.

- If she even knew I was
going our with you, Em.

- Do you love me, William?

- You know I do.

I think you're the prettiest
girl I've ever seen.

- But do you have
a passion for me?

Or do you just think
I'm the prettiest girl

you've ever seen?

- Yes.

I love you, Emily.

- I've a passion, William.

Oh a passion for you.

And I never thought I
would ever know anything

as fine as this passion
I have for you.

There was nothing in my
life before you, William,

really nothing.

And now it hurts because
it's so fierce.

- We'll be alright, Em,
I'll look after you.

- How?

How will you do it?

And what can we do, Willy,

sure there's no place for us?

- You're a sad little
thing sometimes, Emily.

- Well wouldn't you be?

I've nothing in this
world but you.

Mammy's dying, Phelem
is in America,

my other brother, Dermot, he
got killed in the Boer war,

and my dad is dead
this two years now.

So there's precious little
to be left on the slate.

- Come on now, Emily.

This is our day off, we
should be having fun.

- What'll I do if she finds out?

What'll I do if she takes
you away from me, William?

- I'll never let her
do that, Em, never.

Can I put my arm round you?

Can I comfort you?

You mustn't get so upset.

- Oh, William.

- Can I kiss you?

Let me kiss you please, Emily.

- Oh, we shouldn't.

- I want to kiss you, Emily.

- Oh no, no we shouldn't
do it, it's wrong.

Oh but I've such a
passion for you.

(footsteps)

- Well now, isn't that lovely?

Now then, you two, move along
there, way past your bedtime.

Park's closing in three minutes.

Move along.

* And every word,
she dropped a tear

* And every line,
cried Willy dear

* Oh what a foolish girl, was I

* To be led astray
by a butcher boy

- I mean, William,
you're only a boy,

you're still very young.

Now I'm not angry with
you so don't be afraid.

- No, Mrs. Van Groeben.

- What I have to tell
you is for your own good.

We have a saying in our country

that the first seedling
of Spring does not always

lead to the best tree, you see?

I mean these things
seem terribly important

at the time, William,
but most of them

don't even grow into saplings.

There are far more important
things at the moment.

Much more important things
than a kiss and a cuddle

with some little scullery maid.

I mean, William, you're
really going to be someone.

You really want to be
someone, don't you?

And people who are going
to be really someone

don't have to meddle with
little scullery maids now,

do they?

Come over here a minute,
come closer to me.

That uniform of yours
looks quite worn.

- Yes, madam.

- Yes, the sleeves, the
cuffs, are quite frayed.

I think a brand new uniform
would be the order of the day.

And as you're such a smart
boy, we'll have one made

especially for you.

- Thank you, madam.

- You can help me choose
the materials and the color.

Wouldn't that be nice?

- Very nice, madam.

- And now that Harris
is getting on a bit

and he can't do as much
as he'd like to do,

I think the person who's
gonna help him out more

and take on more
responsibility should have

a really nice new uniform,
don't you, William?

- If you think so, madam.

- Now, where were we?

Oh yes, that other business.

No, no, I don't think there's
any need to talk about

that anymore, is there?

I mean, it doesn't really
amount to anything now, does it?

- No, nothing, madam.

It was only a bit of fun.

- Emily is here, my lady.

- Oh send her in
will you, Hudson.

- Very good, my lady.

- Come in, Emily.

Well come over here,
I want to talk to you.

Emily, I understand that
you have become friendly

with a member of Mrs.
Van Groeben's staff.

Her footman, William.

It's only fair to tell
you that Mrs. Van Groeben

has forbidden William

to see you.
(horses trotting)

And I'm afraid you must
respect her wishes

and not try to see him anymore.

That'll be all.

You can go now.

Emily, it's not usual
for me to concern myself

in matters such as this
but you must understand

Mrs. Van Groeben will
dismiss William

if he continues to see you.

A boy like that with
no references

will find things very difficult.

Well you're both so young,

you've your whole lives
ahead of you.

- Yes, my lady.

- It will pass, Emily,

this hurt you're feeling now.

Truly it will.

You'll learn to put
it out of your mind

and when you marry, it'll
be to someone you respect

and who'll be your companion.

A passion spends itself
very quickly.

Believe me.

You're very young, you've
all your life ahead of you.

- Nothing will ever be the same.

- Well, what do you
want me to write, Emily?

- Oh, mother of God, I can
never think in letters.

I have no mind for the
written word, Rose.

Put William.

- Dear William, it has to
be Dear William in a letter.

- Dear William,

I am lost without

oh, I can't think, Rose,
there's nothing in my head.

- Dear William, we have been
forbidden to see each other

but I still love you and
think of you every day,

how about that, Em,
that's a good start.

If you love me.

- No, Rose, just write
these words.

You are all that's
left on the slate.

Say you love me,

Aoibhinn.

- What's that?

Is that your name?

How'd you spell it?

- I don't know.

You better put Emily so.

I just want to know he's there.

* She went upstairs to go to bed

* And calling to her mama said

* "Give me a chair
till I sit down

* "And a pen and ink

* while I write down"
- He won't turn up now,

you know.

They never do.

Them all the same.

Every man, jack of them.

Did you think your William
was gonna be any different?

Oh no, girl, don't wipe
round the legs,

move the things proper.

I don't know, your work
seems to be getting worse

and worse every day.

Not there was ever much
to write home about.

Now you've missed a bit
there by the table leg,

a bit of grease.

There, right under your nose.

Oh dear.

Mr. Harris was telling
me one or two things

about young master William.

Proper little household
pet it is, it seems.

And that's for sure.

Mrs. Van Groeben, she
buys all his clothes

and dresses him up,
all by herself.

Unhealthy I calls it, unhealthy.

Oh, get on with your
scrubbing, Emily.

You still got all that
washing up to do.

(horses trotting)

Still no sign of your fancy boy?

They're all the same,
every man, jack of them.

They're only wanting one thing.

They're wanting to
tamper with you.

That's what they're
wanting to do.

But you wasn't gonna be
like that, was you, Emily?

You was going to get married,
live happily ever after.

And where was you going
to go, Emily?

Employers don't like
it, you know,

when their servants
want to get married.

And with no references,
who's going to take a girl

who can't do nothing right?

Nothing!

Had a girl here not long back,

rushed off to get married
and they were so poor,

are you listening to me, Emily?

They were so poor, she
had to sell her hair.

Yes, that's right.

The very hair of her head.

And how much do you think
she got for it?

Eight shillings and sixpence.

Eight shillings and
sixpence for a lovely head

of golden hair.

Oh but you wouldn't do a
foolish thing like that,

now, would you, Emily?

I mean to say he's not worth it.

And from all I can hear
from Mr. Harris,

that boy's more interested
in what Mrs. Van Groeben

has to offer.

(Emily cries)

Emily!

Emily!

- Here, Emily, what's
the matter with you?

- Nothing, nothing,
Rose, nothing.

- Have you been getting at
her again, Mrs. Bridges?

- I was only telling her
a few facts of life, Rose.

- And leave me be then,
sod you, leave me be.

- Emily.

Emily, child, I'm
sorry, I only--

- Leave me be.

- Have you still heard nothing?

- I only wanted to help.

I only wanted to help her.

- I'm sure.

(horse trotting)

Nothing, eh?

Well, look, cheer up,
you might even see him

at the picnic tomorrow.

- Rose, it is.

It is, Rose, it's the
coach and he's on it.

William.

Oh, William.

And would you look at
his gorgeous new uniform.

- Here, don't let him catch
you gawping at him, girl.

- Bring it in here, lad.

- What, what's all this
then, it's not my birthday.

- Something for the
outing tomorrow.

- Oh, good.

- Come here, put it
down here, that's right,

let's see what we've got.
- Let's see this.

- Mrs. Van Groeben had
it made up specially.

- Oh, wow.
- Look at that.

- Oh look, it's lovely.
- Oh yes, there we are.

-[Rose] Sandwiches,
big red apples,

for the park.
- I got some pop, eh, Rose.

We'll be carrying
you home as usual.

- These sandwiches
are stale, them.

- We've got to take
the hamper back.

- Oh, right.

- I'll take it out
to the carriage.

- Stale?
- Look at these, Rose.

Look at these, Mrs. B.
- What's in them?

- Well I'd have made old things
like that, send them back to

where they come out,
- Should we have one now then,

Rose, should we have one?
- that's what I'd do.

- No!
- Why not?

- Because it's one less
- These rich people, they

don't seem to understand.
- sandwich for tomorrow.

- No point in rushing
out there, lass.

- Well there is so
I must speak--

- No point at all.

- Ah, Mr. Harris, please, sir.

- He's got a lot of big
responsibilities, lass,

he's taken a lot on himself.

- If you pardon me,
sir, I do want

to speak to him awful bad.

- Now listen to me, child.

He's no time anymore.

No time at all.

He said he hadn't even
got time to read this.

So, under circumstances,
he reckoned it be fairer

for thee to have it back.

- It's my letter.

'Tis unopened.

- Ah, well he's big
responsibilities, lass,

he's not given time.

Ah, now, think on tomorrow.

You'll have a grand day
tomorrow, think on that.

- I am.

* And every word,
she dropped a tear

* And every line,
cried Willy dear

* Oh what a foolish girl was I

* To be led astray
by a butcher boy

(distant talking)

- Now, listen, if I
use these ribbons

and there's a couple
of flowers over here,

put them on my hat, you
won't know the difference

between me and Lady Scott.

What do you think, Mrs. Bridges?

- Ooh, it'll suit
you a treat, Rose.

You'll be the bell of
the picnic, alright.

- Why don't you change your
mind and come, Mrs. Bridges.

- No, I'm too old to go
larking about in the woods.

Besides, I've got a
lot of work to do,

clearing up after Emily.

- Oh, go on, Mrs. B,
you come along too,

you'd have a topping time.

- I've no doubt you'll
enjoy yourself, Edward.

You and all them females.

(Edward laughs)

- Our Edward's gonna have a
bit of competition this time,

cause there's Taylor the pantry
boy from Lady Templeton's

and Henry from Lady Prudence's,
he's a one, I can tell you.

- Go on then,
- Mrs. Bridges will

- I'll be a girl,
- tell you loads--

I might even fancy Henry.

- Don't, please, Edward.

- All I need's a skirt
- Edward!

- And you'd never know
the difference.

- Oh, you, Edward!

Give me back my hat.

- You come and get it.

- You little.

Please, Edward, no, please,
give it back.

- Shh, I'm hiding from Rose.

-[Rose] You can't
take my only one.

Thinking about tomorrow, eh, Em?

Well here you are then,
you wear that,

you'll look even
lovelier in that.

Well, you've got to look
your best, you know.

It's a big day in a girl's life.

(Emily cries)

(somber music)

* What shall I do?

* I want to go to Birmingham,

* and they're taking
me on to Crewe.

* Take me back to London
as quickly as you can.

* Oh, Mr. Porter what
a silly girl I am.

* Oh Mr. Porter,
what shall I do?

* I want to go to Birmingham,

* and they're taking
me on to Crewe.

* Take me back to Blighty,
as quickly as you can.

* Oh, Mr. Porter what
a silly girl I am.

- Right then, here, take that
out to the omnibus, Edward,

and look sharp, time
we were off.

- Emily's saving me a
place on top of the trunks.

- Emily?

She's not on the bus yet.

- Well where is she then?

- Oh, go and find
her quickly, Rose.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

* Oh, Mr. Porter, what
a silly girl I am.

- Oh, I better go out to
the bus and pacify them.

- We could not have
planned it better.

God has certainly smiled
on us to give us

such as perfect day.

- They sound so happy and
excited, like children

going to the seaside.

- I'm only afraid they'll
enjoy it too much.

My constitution couldn't
stand a regular nature ramble.

- Won't it be fun
to see their faces

when we serve them tea?

- I suppose it'll do us all a
bit of good, don't you think?

- Hudson'll let us know
when they're ready to leave.

- Emily.

(Rose gasps)

Emily!

Oh my God, Emily!

(women laugh and chat)

* My old man said
follow the van,

* And don't dilly
dally on the way.

- Right!

* But I dillied and dallied,

* dallied and I dillied.

* Lost me way and I
don't know where to roam.

* Well you can't trust a special

* like the old time coppers

* when you can't find
your way home.

(party blowers whistle)

(heavy chatter)

- Edward, Edward, we can't go,

something's happen
to Emily, come on.

- What a time it takes to
get a handful of servants

and picnic hampers
into an omnibus.

Anyone would think they were
packing for the North Pole.

- I'm sure they'll be
ready to leave soon.

- Ah, at last.

* Give me your answer do

* I'm half crazy all
for the love of you

- May I speak to you
privately, my lady?

- Yes, Hudson.

Would you excuse me?

* I can't afford a carriage,

* but you'll look
sweet upon a seat

* of a bicycle made for two.

- I expect they dropped
all the lemonade all over

the pavement, the
silly creatures.

* It won't be a stylish
marriage,

* I can't afford a carriage.

- I think, perhaps,
you better go on

with the picnic without us.

- What has happened?

- It's our kitchen maid, she's

she's had an accident.

- A shame.

- Hudson has gone out to
explain to the other servants.

I'm so sorry.

- Alright, off you go.

* Daisy, Daisy, give
me your answer do.

* I'm half crazy, all
for the love of you.

* It won't be a stylish
marriage.

- Right there.

Excuse me, Mr. Hudson.

- What did the sergeant
say, Mr. Hudson?

What's gonna happen to her?

- Up your end, Mr. Lowe.

-[Mr. Lowe] No, down your end,

Mr. Waterman.
- Poor Emily.

- No disrespect intended, miss.

- It's all been taken

care of, Rose.
- Awkward these little rooms.

That's right, well
done, Mr. Lowe.

There, alright.

Take it easy, Mr. Lowe.

Easy now, that's it.

Steady now.

Right, Mr. Hudson, I
wonder, would you mind

taking a peep out that
window, see whether

or not our van has returned,
if you would be so kind?

-[Mr. Lowe] Be so kind.

- Yes.

- I'm afraid not.

- Oh dear.

Would there be any
objection if we was to wait

in there for a bit?

'Tisn't done to be
seen in the street.

- Not under such delicate
circumstances.

- Quite.

- Please, this way.

- Thank you, right in.

To you, Mr. Lowe,
that's it, steady.

In it goes.

Ah yes, just bang
her on the table.

There, steady now.

Right.

- Would you care for a cup
of tea while you're waiting?

- Most kind.

-[Mr. Lowe] Most kind.

- Rose.

(Mrs. Bridges cries)

- Poor child.

And me with never a
kind word for her.

- Don't take on so,
Mrs. Bridges,

she thought he world of you.

- Did she?

She had precious
little cause to.

Oh God, forgive me.

I could have helped her, I
could have done something.

- There you are.

- Oh, thank you.

- Thank you.

Nice cup of tea.

- Very nice.

- She was Catholic, you know.

- In mortal sin, eh?

(Hudson tuts)

- God will forgive her.

Where will they bury her?

- Not in consecrated
ground, Mr. Hudson.

- No, no, of course not.
- Oh Rose!

- Now I'll do the autopsy
at the morgue,

the doctors will decide
when they're done with her.

- Doctors?

- Well they like to think
she'll be benefiting mankind.

- Medical research, you see.

I prefers them young
and healthy.

- May the Lord have
mercy on her soul.

- She had so few things.

Well they were hers after all.

* He went upstairs and
the door he broke

* He found her hanging
from a rope

* He took his knife
and he cut her down

* And in her pocket
these words he found

* Oh make my grave large,
wide, and deep

* Put a marble stone
by me head and feet

* And in the middle,
a turtle dove

* That the world may
know I died from love

(horses trotting)

(upbeat classical music)