All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S01E10 A Voice From the Past WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(lively music)

- What's it say, Rose?

Read what it says on the bottle.

- 200 ounces tincture
of benzoin,

one ounce of toulou, and half
a drachma oil of rosemary.

- Sure, it gets rid of freckles?

- Oh, it's highly recommended
in Jewlter's Home Companion.

- Well, all right, then.

Be quick, though.

Oh, it's cold.

Are they disappearing?

- Oh, give them a chance.

- You're too soft.

Rub it on harder.

Harder!

- Oh, fusspot.

(knock and door opens)

- Pardon me for the intrusion,

ladies.
- What do you want?

- It's not what me wants,

it's Mr. Hudson requires
your presence

in the servant's hall.

- Right now?

- Yeah, this very instant.

-[Alice] Get him out
of here, Rosie.

(confused talking)

- Say we're coming.
- No privacy.

- Come on, hurry up, love.

We don't want to keep
Mr. Hudson waiting.

'Cause Mr. Hudson likes us
to sit at table, that's why.

- Oh, come on, now.

Quickly Alice, quickly.

Good.

Are we all assembled?

Ah, Mrs. Bridges.

- Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- Well, now.

The master and her ladyship
are motoring out to Scotland

for the grouse shooting.

And I am traveling out
by train this afternoon

with the luggage
and Miss Roberts.

That's why I simply want to
remind you all of your duties

and responsibilities
in my absence.

- I don't think I need
any reminding, Mr. Hudson.

- Indeed you don't Mrs. Bridges,

and it was presumptuous of me
to ask you to this gathering,

but one never knows where
one wee detail might arise

where your long experience
might prove invaluable.

Now then, you will all be
attending a diminished household

in the persons of Miss
Elizabeth and Mr. James.

But that will be no excuse
for slackness or neglect.

You will remain alert to
their needs at all times.

Do you understand?

Remembering the maxim that
a house is always in show

even when partially depleted.

- Oh, we'll keep everything
nice and tidy, Mr. Hudson.

You don't have to
worry about that.

- I have no doubt
you will, Alice.

I have every faith in you.

However, if any problems
should occur, then

Rose will take care of them.

I appoint her my guily,
as it were (chuckles).

Problems that concern
the kitchen

will naturally fall into
Mrs. Bridges' province.

Should any catastrophe
present itself.

Doris!

I can, of course, be reached
by telegraph at Perth,

P-E-R-T-H.

Well, I think that's
everything now.

Have you got any questions?

- Yes, what's a guily?

- Take the luggage out
to the cab, Edward,

and load up the guns?

- Load up the guns, Mr. Hudson?

- Into the cab, boy.

And mind how you handle them.

Oh, careful, now!

- Sorry, Mr. Hudson.

- Now, where is my hat and my...

(clock ticking)

Oh, thank you, Rose.

- Goodbye, Mr. Hudson.

Have a good journey.

Take care, now.

- I certainly will,
Mrs. Bridges.

You can be sure of that.

Goodbye.

(closes door)

- If really Penny Marsingdale
and her group have Hawkstone.

- Yes, it's in a dreadful
state, Hawkstone.

- Then Angie Wilkinson
can take Stepne,

and we can take Whitechapel.

- Oh, dear me, Mrs. Pinkerton,
I do think she's a brick.

- What's all this about, hey?

- Hello.

- Have you met my dear
brother James?

- Yes, at the Morrison's, but
he probably wouldn't remember.

- Oh, I do!

I do, indeed!

I never forget a face.

Are you staying for dinner?

- No, we've got work to do.

- Oh, I've interrupted.

- No, not really.

We were just going out.

- Oh, have a drink
before you go, Miss, uh--

- No, thank you.

I don't very often imbibe.

- Oh, Mary Elizabeth?

- Not me, thank you.

- What are you doing
with that map?

- Wouldn't interest you.

- Well, Hyde?

- Well, we're dividing
the East End up into areas

for the Young Women's
Christian Fellowship.

- Oh, but that's fascinating.

And what do you intend
to do in these areas?

- We dish out soup in
drafty church halls.

Would you like to come and help?

- (laughs) Lord, no,
that's going too far.

- I thought so.

- Well it's really
awfully worthwhile.

People are starving.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Oh, I
know they are, Harriett.

- Henrietta!

-[Mr. Bellamy] What?

- Her name is Henrietta.

- Oh, I am sorry.

I meant no criticism of that
Young Women's, whatever it is,

it's splendid.

Keeps you all out of those
tedious ballrooms, it

satisfies the current craze
for young women everywhere

to be something other than
frivolous and decorative.

And of course, it acts as a
marvelous moral purgative.

But that's all it achieves,

and it's foolish to
pretend otherwise.

The poor will always be with us.

- That doesn't stop us
wanting to help them.

- Oh, don't waste your
breath, Henrietta.

He delights in provocation.

- Merely state the truth.

- I take it then that
you believe poverty

is a Judgement of God.

It should be due to lack
of thrift and temperament.

- My fancy how the
idea got about.

- If you just came with
us and saw the conditions,

houses without proper
sanitary accommodation,

children in rags,

gutters choked with refuge.

- Look, I've seen slums.

- You seen slums!

You've never been near
a slum in your life.

- I beg to differ!

- You and your friends,

you're experts at turning your
heads, like so many others.

- Now she slanders my friends.

When it comes to deserving
cases of charity,

I doubt if you find us wanting.

- Your choice of words, brother
dear, are somewhat ironic.

You mean that if a
beggar pesters you,

you simply toss him
a miserable coin

to salve your conscience.

Of course you do!

You should never give
a beggar money.

If you really feel sorry
for them, stop and talk.

Help them get jobs, but

never give them money
and walk away.

- Is that what you preach?

The young women who--

- Oh, it's not preaching.

- Has it never occurred to you

that they might not
want your interference?

They might just find it
a trifle patronizing.

A lot middle class missus
from the west end of London

poking their noses into problems
that don't concern them.

Adding insult to injury.

- At least we fill
their bellies.

- And take their pride.

- We give them hope.

- They despise you.

- Oh, come and see before
you judge us.

(door opens)

Come along, Henrietta.

We mustn't be late
for Mrs. Pinkerton.

-[Henrietta] Yes.

(closes door)

- Excuse me, sir, Mrs.
Bridges wants to know

what time you'd like dinner.

- What, Rose?

- Dinner, sir?

- Oh.

Yes.

You tell Mrs. Bridges, I shall
be dining out tonight, Rose.

- Dining out for it's game pie.

You wanted it especially!

- Dining out, Rose.

(opens door)

In White Chapel.

They tell me the soup
is excellent.

(slams door)

- It's not wanted,

throw it away.

(train chugging)

(indistinct chatter in distance)

-[Woman] It's very bad.

It's very bad (mumbles) too.

- Hey, give a shilling
to an old soldier, sir?

Veteran of Ladysmith.

I can see you're an
officer and gentleman, sir.

Can't spare us a shilling, sir?

-[Woman] God bless you.

I have not a crumb to
eat since yesterday.

-[Woman] Oh, we'll let you
in as soon as we're ready.

-[Woman] Oh, all right, then.

-[Elizabeth] Hello, Henrietta.

-[Henrietta] Hello, Elizabeth.

Come and do some stirring.

(laughs) We've had more
trouble with the dratted rains.

The thing is barely alive.

- This is my brother
James, Mrs. Pinkerton.

- Hello, nice to
have you aboard.

- He has come to observe us.

- Nonsense, nobody
comes to observe.

They come to lend a hand.

Isn't that right, Mr. Bellamy?

You could fill up this
bucket for a start.

You don't mind, do you?

Through the back there.

See if the stove is going out.

Better take your cloak off
though, it's dirty work.

(clattering)

What's it taste like?

- Umm, delicious.

- Better than yesterday.

I dropped some carrots in.

Come on, Elizabeth, help me
ease this onto the table.

Right.

Now, I think we're ready.

Good.

Uh, Henrietta,

open the door and let
in the hungry hordes.

- Yes, Mrs. Pinkerton.

- (shouting) All right
everybody, one at a time,
please.

Form a queue.

(indistinct conversations)

(Sarah coughing)

- Don't push!

(indistinct conversations)

(Sarah screams and faints)

- Oh, she's ill.

She's got a shocking cough.

-[Elizabeth] It's all right
everybody, stand back.

-[Man] She shouldn't
be allowed in here.

- She lost her soup.

Can you take this to her?

- Are you sure you're all right?

- Really, there's nothing
the matter with me.

I'm all right, really.

Thank you, sir.

- Allow me.

- Oh (laughs)!

Thank you, Mr. Bellamy.

You are proving an asset.

- Do you know that girl?

- What girl?

- Oh, come on, the one
you just gave food to.

- She seems vaguely familiar.

- Well, she certainly knows
you, that's why she fainted

from the shock of seeing you.

- Nonsense.

- It isn't.

I'm going to talk to her.

- No, no, wait.

I remember now.

She used to work for
us a long time ago.

- I don't remember.

- You must have been away.

- What was her name?

- Oh, really, does it matter!

I think it was Sarah.

- You think?

- It was Sarah, yes.

- Why did she leave us?

- I don't know.

Why do servants ever leave?

They steal things
or are unsuitable.

- Sarah?

- He remembered, didn't he?

-[Elizabeth] My brother?

Yes.

- Is your brother Mr. James?

- Yes, I'm Miss Elizabeth.

- Oh!

You was in Germany
when I was there.

Rose used to talk
to me about you.

Is she still with you, Rose?

-[Elizabeth] Oh, yes,
Rose is still with us.

- Rose used to be
my special friend.

We used to sleep in
the same room together.

And Mr. Hudson, and Mrs.
Bridges, and Emily, and Alfred.

-[Elizabeth] Alfred left, but
Mr. Hudson and Mrs. Bridges--

- It was always a strange
one, Alfred was.

-[Elizabeth] It must
be three years.

- Yes.

Time flies.

- And what are you
doing here, Sarah?

Have you no job?

- Oh, yes.

I'm not here for the
reasons you think.

I was just looking for a friend.

- A friend?

- Yes.

She's an actress.

And I'm a bit worried
about her, you see.

She was appearing in this show,

The Merry Widow, with
Lillie Ossie,

and she took up with
this gentleman,

a Lord of the Realm.

And, well, he's gone
away to Australia.

According to my own
business, he was.

He didn't know about the baby,

otherwise he'd a seen
her all right.

Well, she's lost his address and

she's had to leave the company.

Somebody said she'd
been seen down here.

- What was her name?

- Her name was Mercy Proudfoot.

That was her acting name.

- Well, I'll ask Mrs. Pinkerton.

She knows most of the
people who come down here.

Wait a moment.

- Hello, Sarah.

- Mr. James, sir.

(Sarah coughs)

I never expected to
see you down here.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Sorry
to see you here.

- No, I was just
explaining to your sister,

I'm waiting for a friend.

- Mercy Proudfoot.

- I've never heard of
anyone with that name.

Of course, we do get
*actresses, poor creatures,

but I don't recall a Mercy.

What was it?

- Oh, it doesn't matter,
thank you.

I've asked Mrs. Pinkerton,

and I'm afraid your
friend hasn't been here.

- Oh, well I must have
been mistakenly informed.

I'll have to look elsewhere.

Might meet again someday.

- Goodbye, Sarah.

- Goodbye, Miss Elizabeth.

Please give my regards to Rose.

She taught me everything I know.

- Just a moment, Sarah.

(clock ticking)

- Haaa!

Show you a card trick, Doris.

- Can't, I'm working.

- Come on, just a quick one.

- (whispering) Mrs. Bridges.

- She's fast asleep.

Can't you hear her snoring?

Come on.

Right.

-[Mrs. Bridges] A time
for everything,

and everything in time, Edward.

Doris has work to do.

- Sorry, Mrs. B., I
thought you were asleep.

-[Mrs. Bridges] A good
cook never sleeps.

(bell rings)

Well now, there's work
for you to do.

Get on with you, now!

Doris, you can leave
all that now

and get back into the kitchen.

They'll be wanting their
sandwiches after all that
charity.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

-[Elizabeth] In here,
Sarah, come along.

- Oh!

- Ah, Mrs. Bridges.

Look who I've got.

- Mrs. Bridges?

(Sarah coughs)

Oh, don't you remember me?

It's Sarah.

- Sarah?

- Yeah, a long time, aye?

- Bless my soul!

Little Sarah!

Look what they've done to you!

So thin in that corf--

- We met by chance at
the church mission.

Sarah was looking for
a friend of hers.

- Oh, didn't ought to go looking
for people in that place.

Not by yourself, lovey.

- I go, Mrs. Bridges.

- Well, if you'll
excuse me, Miss,

it's different for
a lady (laughs).

- I can look after myself,
Mrs. Bridges.

I always could.

- Don't look so to
me, you monkey.

Come in here by the fire.

The chill in the evenings now,
and you in that flimsy frock!

Doris!

Brew up some cocoa!

(clapping) Quickly go!

- Where is Rosie, Mrs. Bridges?

I'm dying to see her.

- Oh, she's gone to the
bioscope with Alice.

- Who's Alice?

- She's underhouse parlormaid.

What you used to be.

She's a good girl.

Clean and punctual.

- Mrs. Bridges, I've
been thinking,

Sarah should return to us.

The fact is her last
place was with a doctor,

but he's been sent abroad
to Australia,

and Sarah didn't want
to go all that way.

Did you, Sarah?

- Pardon, Miss?

Oh, no, Miss.

- So she's temporarily
without a position.

Can we find her something
to do and feed her up?

- You are kind, Miss Elizabeth.

- I don't know, Miss.

I can't give her a teaching job.

(chuckles) I mean, Doris
has her faults,

but she's improving under
my instructions.

I couldn't throw her out.

- Then let's have
two kitchen maids.

- There's hardly enough
work, Miss,

particular this time of the year

with half the household away.

- But I'll take responsibility
for that.

- She's not trained.

- I'll train for upstairs.

- You could train her.

- I was parlormaid,
Rose trained me.

- Of course, we could
make her scullery maid.

- Scullery maid!

- That's settled then.

- I can't scrub floors.

My hands!

I've got sensitive hands.

- It's only for a short
while, Sarah,

until we find you something
more suitable.

Goodnight, everybody.

- Goodnight, Miss Elizabeth.

You'll have to work, you know?

No slackening.

And none of your figs
like last time.

- Where is she gonna sleep?

- Sleep?

- There is not room with me.

- She'll have to have
Emily's room.

- Aw, I remember Emily.

What happened to her?

- Hanged herself from
that very beam.

- Why?

- Love, they say.

(disgusted)

You'll want this window open.

- What, Emily in love?

- They say he was a
footman from another house,

and he let her down.

'Course, I wouldn't know,
not being here.

'Night.

- Goodnight.

Poor little soul.

-[Woman] What?

-[Woman] Now.

- She's in there now?

- Yeah.

I told her about Emily.

Rather her than me.

- All right, Doris, you
can go to bed now.

- I don't think it's right,

employing someone without
consulting you.

After all, Mr. Hudson
put you in charge.

And anyway, we don't
need a scullery maid.

- Rosie!

It's me, I'm back.

Only temporary, though.

I met Miss Elizabeth, and...

What's the matter, Rose?

- Hello, Sarah.

- Aren't you coming?

You promised to do my freckles.

- Rose!

- Ace to the pumy, Sarah.

Saves running stuff and flurry.

- It's not done.

- What?

- Nothing.

- No amount of training
is ever gonna turn you

into a scullery maid.

- You're right there!

My Minnie's been, I'm
a house parlor maid

as Rose well knows.

These delicate hands
weren't made for scrubbing.

They want to play the
Jack-o-Bean tapestry

for Lady Marjorie.

And she remarked on her my self.

This is gonna be the ruin of me.

- If you've got any
complaints, my girl,

you can either get up and leave,

or put them to Mr. Hudson
when he gets back next week.

- I will, I'm telling you!

- In the meantime,
keep scrubbing

and take care you get
into them corners.

Leave nothing dirty.

Clean and clear as you go.

- Clean as you go, eeow.

(Edward falls)

- Oh, you clumsy oaf!

- It was your fault!

- Why don't you look
where you're going!

- Just in case, we'll
say no fault.

- Lands sakes, when you
finish scrubbing,

will you take these towels
and put them in the cupboard?

There's all sorts of
frocks to be washed.

- That's not my job.

Why can't they go with
the laundresses?

- You can't send linens, cottons
and lovelies to laundress,

she'll injure the fabric.

Don't you know that?

- Oh, you go and (Sarah
strikes railing).

- What?

Nothing.

You must remember my
position, Sarah.

- I do remember it.

It used to be mine
three years ago

when you were still bed wetting.

- Oh!

- What are you smirking about!

(door opens and closes)

- Oh.

Oh, James, look.

I've been summoned
to the Highlands.

It really is too bad.

- Oh, I don't know.

It should be quite
pleasant this time of year.

- But I'm making a
speech on Saturday.

Local businessmen are
appealing for money.

I suppose Henrietta will
have to speak instead of me.

- Well, that's hardly going
to advance your goals.

- I can't think why you're
persisting your hostility

towards Henrietta,
or the movement.

You saw last night,
we have a job to do.

- No, it's not the job.

It's the sanctimonious
way you go about it.

- Oh, I'm sorry if it
appears that way to you.

(door opens and closes)

Will you take this round
to Miss Henrietta Winchel.

As quickly as possible, please?

- Yes, Miss.

- Oh, Edward.

- Yes, Miss?

- How's the new girl,
Sarah, settling in?

- Oh, well, Miss.

- Yes?

- She seems to have made
quite a spirited start,

you might say.
- Good.

Splendid.

Thank you.

(opens and closes door)

You see.

I told you we were
right to have her.

She's my protégé.

(knock on door)

- Who is it?

-[Sarah] It's me, Sarah.

- What do you want?

- I wanna talk to you.

(opens door)

Is Alice here?

- You know she ain't, or
you would not come here.

Well, come in.

(closes door)

- I don't understand you, Rose.

-[Rose] Don't you?

- No.

I thought you'd be
pleased to see me.

I mean, we used to be
such good friends.

Just think of the
times we had, eh?

The talks in this very room.

- But you ran away, didn't you?

- I had to, you know why.

- Thought you was too
good for this place.

- That wasn't the reason,
and you know it.

- Can't expect to come
back and pick up

just as if nothing had happened.

Times change.

- What does that mean?

I'm asking no favors.

I'm doing that stinking
job downstairs,

and taking all the insults
from that Alice person.

All I want is just to be able
to talk to you, that's all.

Be friends again.

- Friends.

- Well, we were, weren't we?

Oh, Rose, I've thought about
you a lots while we were away.

Once I was passed, and I
nearly come in and seen you.

- Why didn't you?

- I was with someone.

- A man?

- Don't say it like that, Rose.

Oh, Rosie, I've got
so much to tell you.

I kept up with the
master and Lady Marjorie.

Read about them in the papers.

- Fancy.

- Rose!

- Well, you could have written.

Oh, I forgot, you can't
read or write.

- I can.

A bit.

- Anyway,

how's it been since you
walked out of here that day?

Did you get all the excitement
you were looking for?

Or was it more down-on-your-luck
in White Chapel?

- Did you tell Miss Elizabeth?

- No, she's stuck-up,
you don't worry.

Said you was looking
for an actress friend.

'Course, I knew it all lies,
'cause I know you too well.

- It wasn't all bad.

Some of it was quite good.

-[Rose] Oh, yeah?

- Yes.

I joined a fair to
start with, Rose.

I was with them nearly
two years.

We went all over the country,

stopping at different
places and performing.

Once we nearly went
to Ireland only

a storm stopped the
boat sailing.

- What do you do in this fair?

- I was assistant
to a clairvoyant.

- Phew.

- It's true.

Madame Sophie.

She could do all
sorts of things.

She had a parrot called George,

who she said was her husband
in a previous existence.

She could tell the
future, though,

and she predicted all kinds
of things that come true.

Including the fair running
out of money

and having to close down.

(laughs)

There, I made you smile.

That's a start.

- Your story.

- No, honest to God,
Rose, I was with a fair.

And all kinds of interesting
people.

- Including men?

- Of course, including men.

What do you think?

And I fell in love
with some of them.

One specially.

- What did he do?

- You'll laugh if I tell you.

- No!

- Naw, you will, honest.

(chuckle) He was an
escape-ologist.

You know, they tie him up,

and they put him in a trunk
in a tank full of water,

and he gets out alive.

Ohh, it was lovely.

His name was Benito.

- Yeah, that's not English.

- Italian!

- Well, what happened?

- Well, he had this
problem, you see.

He could escape from all them
difficult ropes and things,

but he couldn't escape
from his wife

and six children in Naples!

(both laughing)

- Oh, Sarah, you're dreadful.

- How about you, Rose?

Anybody?

- Hmmm.

Nobody in particular.

- Oh, come on.

Must be.

- No, nobody, I told you.

- Well, no good, Rose,
I gotta admit that.

But it's still better
than being stuck here!

I know myself better now.

I know now what I wanna do.

- What's that?

- Go on the stage!

Remember, Sarah Bernhardt.

- Well, what's stopping you?

- Oh, Rose.

It's hard to get started.

Gotta do all kinds of
favors for people.

- You wouldn't.

- No.

But I'm seriously
thinking of it.

- You mustn't, Sarah, ever.

- Why not?

I mean, look where forbearance
has got me.

Back in a bloody scullery.

You gotta get me out
of there, Rose.

I'm bleeding desperate.

- I can't.

There's nowhere else for you.

- There's here with you.

- Alice.

- Oh, you don't like her.

That snooty greatlocks.

- Keep a civil tongue
in you head.

- You tell her to
keep one in hers.

Give herself airs and
telling me what to do.

You can't like her as
much as me, Rose.

You can't.

- We've got used to each other.

- I bet she's not as warm to
snuggle up to as I used to be.

Frigid feet.

- You stop it.

- Cod fish.

Slimy on a slab!

(door opens)

- Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?

(yelling) Yes, you
bloody well are!

You're interrupting a
conversation I'm having

with my friend Rose.

- All right, Sarah,

we've said all we've got
to say to each other.

You can go now!

- You bet I will.

I wouldn't stay in the
same room with her.

- Oh, why she was so
unpleasant to me?

- Because you have the
effect on me, dearie.

- I'm sure I never did
anything against her.

Oh, Rose, how could
you stand there

and let her insult me like that?

(slammed door)

- Oh, stop moaning!

(Alice cries)

- Elizabeth!

(door opens)

Oh.

Good morning, Sarah.

- Good morning, sir.

- I was just looking
for my sister.

Have you seen her?

- No, sir.

- Oh, never mind.

- Well, what's it
like to be back?

You settling in all right?

- How do you mean, sir?

- Well.

- You mean the scullery maid?

- Scullery maid?

(slams door)

Well, I didn't realize.

- Didn't you, sir?

- No, how could I?

I mean, here you are
working up here.

- Alice has a headache
this morning

and I was asked to
deputize for her.

- Deputize, I see.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Look, Sarah.

- (loud) Yes, sir!

- Scullery maid is
no place for you.

- Very kind of you, sir.

You're the first person
who've seemed to have noticed.

- Well, if you feel like
that, why don't you leave?

- Leave, sir?

- Yes, if you're sure,

my sister could find
you a position

with one of her friends
as house parlormaid.

- House parlormaid, sir?

- Yes.

- If I'm an embarrassment
to you, sir.

- Embarrassment?

Why on earth should you be?

-[Sarah] I thought I might be.

- No, just thinking
what's best for you.

I mean, after all, we
found you in the East End

in somewhat reduced
circumstances.

- Oh, I wouldn't say that, sir.

(knock on door)

- I didn't mean to
hurt your feelings.

- Feelings?

- Oh, for God's sake, Sarah!

(door opens)

- Good morning, brother dear.

Good morning, Sarah.

- Good morning, Miss Elizabeth.

- I'm going riding.

- Yes, I can see you are.

Will you be in for lunch?

(sigh)

- I can't stay here
with you, Emily.

Terrible.

I gotta make up my mind.

I have gotta get on in
this house or get out.

Not the way you did him.

Not me.

How could you do it?

How could you bring yourself to?

Emily?

Emily!

- Rosie!

-[Rosie] Ohh, what is it?

- I heard voices.

- What?

- Coming from next door.

Emily's room.

- It's Sarah.

- She's got someone in
there talking, listen.

- I can't hear anything.

Go back to sleep.

- I swear I heard them.

- Voices in Emily's room?

- Yes, I swear it.

- Did Rosie hear them?

- Oh, she was asleep.

- Was it a man's voice?

- Well, I couldn't
be certain, but...

- You dirty devil.

- What?

- Alice said she heard voices

coming from Emily's
room last night.

- Disgusting!

What are you looking at me for?

- Well, you're the only
man around here.

- Oh, am I?

- Was you in Emily's
room last night, Edward?

- Certainly not, Mrs. Bridges.

You wouldn't catch me
with a scullery maid,

alive or a dead one.

- You mind your blaspheming,
young man!

Oh, Sarah.

Come in here a moment, please.

Right.

Now, then.

Alice repeat what you've
just said, girl.

- I said I thought I heard
voices in your room last night.

- What?

- They think you and
me are up to no good.

- Voices?

- That's right.

- Well, is it the
truth or isn't it?

Come on, girl, speak up.

It's no use denying it.

We'll find out in the end.

- What's going on here?

- I'm glad you've
come down, Rose.

Alice has just accused me
of having a man in my room.

- I only said I heard voices.

- Oh, just voices, is that all?

- Don't be stupid, Alice.

You was dreaming, I told you.

-[Woman] Ohh, good.

- No, she wasn't.

- What?

- Alice is right.

She did hear voices.

- Would you mind explaining
yourself, my girl?

- She heard voices.

- Yours?

- Yes.

- And who else?

- Can't you guess?

Can't any of you guess?

- No, tell us.

- Emily's!

- Emily's?

She's dead, you know she is.

- She's been in touch.

I wasn't gonna tell you,
but I've got these powers.

Not given to many.

I found out quite by chance

while I was working for
a former employer.

(clock ticking)

- You said that once before.

(words of disbelief)

- Do you want me to prove it?

- Yeah, go on if you can.

- Go on, Sarah, we're waiting.

- Very well.

Tonight, after supper

I shall attempt to
commune with the beyond.

- A fact not commonly
known, gentlemen.

Should I call them gentlemen?

- Oh, yes.

- Is that

working class school
boys are on average

five inches shorter
than public school boys.

- And weigh 11 pounds less.

And whereas 18% die before
the age of five

in the west end of London,
it is 55% in the east end.

(siphon spray)

- I don't like it.

I don't like it.

- You keep quiet or go to bed.

- What would Mr. Hudson
say if he was here?

- Well he's not here.

He's in Scotland.

He can say what he likes.

- You can't do it, Sarah.

- You wait, Rose.

Just wait and see.

- Don't you need
something to hold

belonging to the departed one?

- I've got a button.

I found it in her room.

- Bless my soul.

She really can do it!

She really can.

- Would you all link
hands, please.

- Do as she says.

- (whispering) I don't like it.

- It's all right, I'm here.

- Don't you try anything.

- What's happening now?

- Shhh, shh.

- Too much light.

- Turn down the gas, Edward.

- That's so we can't
see how her tricks.

- Shhh, shh.

- Would you all link
hands again, please.

- Nothing is happening!

- Shhh, shh.

(bangs fists)

- Her lips are moving.

She's trying to say something.

- I am Arthur Roggins.

- Arthur Roggins?

Who's Arthur Roggins?

- A psychopathic personality,
quiet!

- I am Arthur Roggins.

Sarah's father in a
previous existence.

I will try to bring
Emily to Sarah.

- He's going to bring her back.

Oh, mercy God!

(screams)

- What's that?

- Something touched me.
- Edward!

- It wasn't me!

- Your arms across my shoulders.

- Must be Arthur Roggins!

- Quiet, you'll hurt her!

- Look at her!

The table is moving!

- It's levitating.

(bell rings)

Bells!

I can hear bells.

- It's upstairs, we're wanted.

- Shut your mouth, Rose.

She's going to talk again.

- These are the conditions

which exist in parts
of London today.

We know, we've seen them.

Please, help us to improve them

by giving generously to our fund

founded by truly a latter-day
saint, Mrs. Pinkerton,

the Young Women's Christian
Fellowship.

- Bravo!

That'll get their money.

Well done.

- This is intolerable.

Where is everybody?

- I, Arthur Roggins,

from my one-time earthly
daughter, Sarah,

am bringing you Emily.

Can you hear me, Emily?

Yes, I hear you, Arthur.

- (whispering) She spoke.

Oh, mercy, God.

- Have you any messages

for the people 'round
this table, Emily?

Yes, Arthur.

Tell us your messages, Emily.

- (whispers) What she's saying?

Oh, What she's saying?

- I'm happy where I am.

And I forgive him.

I forgive him.

- She means William.

She forgives William.

- I forgive William
and wait for him,

happy in me waiting.

- Oh, forgive me, too, Emily.

I could have helped you
with a kind word.

Oh, take this heavy burden
off my heart, child.

- I forgive you, Mrs. Bridges.

I forgive all of you.

(Mrs. Bridges cries)

- I don't care if she
is your protégé.

She must leave.

- Why?

- She's disrupting the
entire staff, that's why,

with that uproar down there.

- A little harmless fun.

- Harmless?

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't
realize she was a genuine
medium.

- Of course she is not
a genuine medium.

The harm lies in the effect
she has on the innocent minds

of people like Alice
and Mrs. Bridges.

Last time she was here she
upset mother and father,

Hudson, everybody.

Out of the house by
the end of the week.

- And I refuse.

- Honestly, Rose, you think
I really have got powers?

- I don't know.

- Well, the--

- Well, I don't know if you've
been up to your tricks, do I?

- No, I wasn't.

Honestly, Rosie.

Madame Sophie said she thought
I've got a remarkable gift,

but I didn't believe
it at the time, but

with all that touching and
moving at the table going on,

I suppose it must be true.

What do you think I ought
to do about it?

- You could try putting
it on the stage.

- Yeah.

Think they'd have me?

I just know I've got
to get out of here.

Emily says so.

- Oh, yes.

Well you fix that for yourself.

Nobody wants your room with
Emily floating about in it.

- Can I have a talk
with you, Sarah?

- What about?

- Well, it's about my mother.

She's dead, you see.

Passed over about two years ago.

Rose knows about it.

We were ever so close,
and I miss her.

- Yes?

- Well, I was wondering.

Perhaps.

- If I could get in touch with
the one I don't know, Alice,

I mean, it's not easy.

I'll have to ask Emily.

- Well, that's what I thought.

- Or Arthur Roggins.

- Could you?

- Yes, of course,
I could, Alice.

Anything for a friend.

I'll ask her tonight.

- I want to have a little
talk with you, Sarah.

- Oh, yeah, who's dead
in your family?

- What?

- Who do you want
to commune with?

I'll have to start
charging soon.

- Oh, now, that's funny.

That's just what I wanted
to have a talk to you about.

You're quite a little
celebrity now, aren't you?

(laughs) And very effective
it is, too.

- What are you talking about?

Get off!

- Oh, with my assistance, eh?

-[Sarah] What?

- Come on, you know
what I'm talking about.

The table.

Levitation.

Strong arms grasping shoulders.

You don't think that was
supernatural, do you?

All right, I won't
give you away.

My point is, you and me
can get together on this.

You do your voices and
I'll do the other.

Well, why not?

We've got this lot convinced.

We ought to take it
up professionally.

- You mean it was you
who moved the table

and touched everybody?

- Why, yes, I just told you!

- You've got a cheek.

You've got a bloody nerve.

- What?

- Don't you know that
you can harm a medium?

Permanently damage the mind
interfering with a séance.

- Here now look, you might
of convinced this lot,

but you certainly
didn't fool me.

- Would you care to repeat the
accusation you've just made?

-[Edward] Hang on a minute.

- No?

Then I'll do it for you.

Edward has just admitted

that it was him that
moved the table

and laid his clammy hands
on the girls' shoulders

in the mistaken belief
that he was assisting me

in a false séance.

- So it was you, you
good-for-nothing.

- I swear I knew nothing
about it, Mrs. Bridges.

And to prove it,

I'm willing to have
another sitting.

Not tonight, though.

I'm too tired.

- Will you require anything
else in Scotland, Miss Lizzie?

- Oh, I don't know, Rose.

You decide.

I don't want to go at all.

Oh, I'd better take my
tweeds and one evening dress,

but don't bother about it now.

We're not leaving 'till
Friday morning.

Rose,

this business downstairs,
what do you think of it?

My brother wants Sarah to leave.

Do you think he's justified?

- Oh, no, Miss Lizzie.

- You like her, don't you?

- Well, she's got her faults
just like the rest of us,

but she's a good girl, really.

- Yes, I like her, too.

And I think I'm a good
judge of character.

- I think I ought to tell you

that she's planning another
séance tomorrow night.

- Really?

How exciting.

Do you think I could come?

(door opens)

- Oh, there you are.

- Yes, here I am, Alice.

- Did you talk to Emily?

- Yes, I talked to her, Alice.

- What did she say?

- She said she might
be able to get in touch

with your mother, but

you'll have to spend
the night in her room.

- In Emily's room?

- Mmm.

- To be close at hand,
so to speak.

- But I'd have to change
places with you?

- That's right.

I don't mind.

- But, Rose?

- Rose won't mind either.

- I don't know about that.

- That's what Emily said.

(door opens and closes)

Would you all link
hands, please?

Too much light.

(all gasp)

-[Woman] Oh, Mr. James.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Oh,
James, really.

- May I join you ladies?

I think I'll sit next
to the medium.

- It's not advisable
to sit too close to me

when I'm going over.

- I'm anxious to
see what happens.

- Do what Sarah says.

Move away from her.

- I want to watch her lips when
the spirits begin to speak.

- If there are unfriendly
people present,

the spirits will
not come through.

Would you all link
hands, please?

(bangs fists)

- I, Arthur Roggins,

through my one-time
earthly daughter, Sarah,

am bringing you Emily.

(Alice gasps)

(Mrs. Bridges screams)

-[Woman] Rosie, what
on earth is he?

(confused talking)

- As far as I'm concerned,

you made a complete
fool of yourself.

- Not at all.

- Yes, you did.

You're lucky I'm the
only one who noticed.

- Noticed what?

The truth!

The real reason you
went down there.

To expose and humiliate Sarah

in front of the other servants.

To shame her into leaving.

Because you once had
an affair with her.

- (scoffing) That's rubbish!

Rubbish!

-[Elizabeth] Oh, come
on, admit it.

You'll feel much better.

- All right.

I admit that once,
long time ago,

something almost happened
between us.

But it's finished now.

It's nothing.

- For her?

-[Mr. Bellamy] Of course.

- I doubt it, for either of you.

Why shouldn't you love her?

- (gasping) Don't be absurd.

- Why not?

It's nothing to be ashamed
of, not these days.

- Would you?

Would you throw yourself
at Edward?

- (laughing) No, not Edward, but

someone like him if I loved him.

- (door opens) You rang, sir?

- Yes.

Yes, this siphon has
been empty for days.

Hudson, get it filled, will you?

- Very good, sir.

I would like to apologize
to both for my

untimely arrival downstairs
a short while ago.

I understand I broke into
a scientific experiment.

-[Mr. Bellamy] Something
of the kind, yes, Hudson.

- Will it happen now?

- Should do.

Pity about Arthur Roggins,

but the spirits don't
come through

if there's unfriendly
people present.

Your mam will come all
right through Emily.

All you have to do is
sit here and will her to.

- Edward!

-[Edward] Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Take this up to the
morning room, at once.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Now, Rose, it would appear

that there has been something
approaching pandemonium

in this house while
I've been away!

- No, Mr. Hudson, not really.

- Don't be too hard
on her, Mr. Hudson.

It was Miss Elizabeth
brought Sarah back.

And certainly the girl
has remarkable gifts.

- Yes, well we'll come to
Sarah's gifts in a minute.

But first, Rose, I
want a full account

of everything that
has happened here!

And you won't see your
bed tonight, my girl,

until we are through.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Alice?

Alice!

Are you there, Alice?

It's Emily.

Can you hear me?

Be patient, now.

I'm lookin' for your mother.

And after looking for her
in the celestial hall.

(door creaks)

Be patient, now.

I'm off fetching her.

- You beast!

You hateful beast!

(both grunting and screaming)

You tricked everyone!

You!

- What are you two up to?

Stop it at once!

Sarah!

- It was her.

She started it.

- You tricked me!

You and your voices.

She never brought back Emily.

It was her all the time.

(sobbing) She said she
could get my mother.

They're all lies.

- Oh, Alice.

- Oh, don't you touch me!

You were in it with her.

You wanted to get rid of me

so you could be in
this room together!

Well, all right, you can have
it 'cause I don't want it.

I don't want to stay in this
house 'cause I don't like it.

- Alice!

What you've done to her?

What's happened?

- Nothing.

- She said you was a fake.

But downstairs, Emily's voice?

- It's called ventriloquism.

Throwing out your voice.

Madame Sophie taught
it to me at the fair.

It's still a gift.

- But what do you do it for?

What's the point?

- There's no harm in it.

Made Mrs. Bridges happy.

Could have made Alice happy
too, if she hadn't found out.

Stupid cow!

- Course, I might have
guessed, knowing you!

What are you gonna
tell the others?

- I don't know.

Lucky Mr. Hudson come
and ruined it.

Oh.

Where's she gonna go off
to this time of night?

- Alice?

She's got a friend in Pimlico.

- Pimlico!

I've got an actor friend
lives in Pimlico.

Name of Bertram.

- Fancy!

- Oh, Rose,

you're not really cross
with me, are you?

I mean, you're glad to
have me back, ain't ya?

- I don't know what
to think, I'm sure.

- I couldn't stay next door.

Not with Emily floating about.

It was too spooky.

- Well, you may not have to
stay here much longer at all.

Mr. Hudson wants to see you
first thing in the morning.

- Oh, does he?

Well, he be needing a new
house parlormaid now, won't he?

- Oh!

You've got a nerve!

- Good night now, Rosie.

(Rose giggles)

(lively music)