All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S02E05 Guest of Honour WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

["The Edwardians" by
Alexander Faris]

- Aye, right.

- With Mrs. Bridges's
compliments, Mr. Hudson.

- Oh, thank you, Edward, put
it down over there will you?

- Alright if I go
now, Mr. Hudson?

- Have you done in
the dining room?

- Yeah, all put away.

- And what fortunate
young woman has the honor

of your company this
afternoon, may I ask?

-[Edwards] Oh, I'm not meeting
my girl today, Mr. Hudson.

Not with Fulham playing
Manchester United at Craven
Cottage.

- Well, you better hurry up.

It's less than an
hour to kickoff.

- Oh, well, I'll get the
omnibus down the King's Road.

It should be a good game.

- Aye, aye.

- Oh cheer up, Mr. Hudson.

Chelsea'll be in the
first division one day.

- Och, away you go now.

- Thanks, Mr. Hudson.
[Hudson chuckles]

[bell rings]

- It's the drawing room.

- I thought they'd gone out.

- The master's gone out,

Lady Marjorie's still upstairs.

- Oh well, no rest
for the wicked.

[both chuckle]

You rang, my lady?

- Oh yes, Hudson.

Close the door, will you?

- My lady.

- I just had confirmation
from Buckingham Palace,

that His Majesty, the
King, will be dining here

on Thursday evening.

- I understand, my lady.

- We shall be 10.

Perhaps you'd see about
getting in a waiter

to help in the dining room.

- Very good, my lady.

- I'll see Mrs Bridges about
the menu on Monday morning.

- Very good, my lady.

If I might make a suggestion,

it might be best not to
inform the rest of the staff

until nearer the time.

- Yes, they might talk
about it outside.

Then we'd have a large
crowd in front of the house,

when the King arrived.

I'll leave it to
you to tell them

when you think fit.

- Very good, my lady.

Will Her Majesty be dining?

- Er, no, Hudson, the
Queen does not play bridge.

A lady has been invited
in her place.

- I understand, my lady.

- That'll be all, thank you,

and sorry to disturb
your Saturday afternoon,

but it had seemed only fair

to warn you well in advance.

- I very much appreciate
the timely notice.

- Hudson?

We must regard this as just
an ordinary dinner party

like any other.

- I'm sure the staff will prove

equal to the occasion, my lady.

- What's she doing telling
you before me?

- Her Ladyship saw fit to
inform me first, Mrs Bridges,

owing to the special
nature of the party.

There is to be a distinguished
guest.

- Huh, not Mr Asquith?

- No, no, it's not Mr Asquith.

- Not Mr Balfour?

Oh, nothin' special about him.

He's been here many
a time before.

- No.
- Oh, is it that

Marquis de Savarol?

- The Portuguese ambassador?

No, nor is it Dr W. G. Grace,

nor Miss Vesta Tilley.

Our guest of honor, Mrs Bridges,

is to be none other
than His Majesty,

King Edward VII.

[choking]

- The King?

- Defender of the Faith,

Emperor of India and the
Dominions Beyond the Seas.

- The King!

- In person, and that's
for your ears only,

at present, Mrs Bridges.

- Oh, good gracious me,

why ever did you say so?

Oh, God bless my soul!

The King of England

coming to dinner here.

Ooh! [laughs]

Quail!

That's his favorite dish.

I remember reading about
it in the Woman's Journal.

Ooh, now, if only I can
find that receipt.

- Well, you better get
in plenty of food.

I'm told the old man
eats like a cart-horse.

- That's not very respectful.

- I respect the institution
of monarchy,

as you well know, Mrs Bridges,

even if I do have certain
reservations

about the person
of the Sovereign.

- He's all right.

Loose-liver he may be,
but he's popular enough.

- I'm not referring to the
present king's character.

My quarrel is with the
Hannoverian succession.

As a Scot, I would naturally
prefer to see

a Stuart on the throne.

Still, I suppose we'll
just have to make do

with what we've got.

- Stuff and nonsense!

Where would this country
be without Queen Victoria?

You tell me that.

- I don't believe in
discussing an hypothesis.

- You can call him
what you like,

but he's our king,

and he's comin' 'ere
to dinner on Thursday.

God bless his soul!

- And I haven't told you a
thing, do you understand?

When Her Ladyship informs
you on Monday morning,

for heaven's sake,
act surprised!

- Oh, Milady!

What a surprise!

[chuckles] Oh dear,
I am pleased!

- It is rather exciting,
isn't it, Mrs Bridges?

- Oh yes, Milady, and
such an honor to cook

for the King of England!

- Yes, you know, he's
very fond of his food.

- Yes, Milady!

- And I have here a list
of his favorite dishes.

So I thought we'd
go through them

to see which we should have.

- Yes, I have a receipt
here, Milady,

that I cut out of the
Ladies Journal,

for quail, Milady.

Quail Oeufs Souffle
done a la Valenciennes.

[door slams]

- Edward?

What's all this you've
been telling Ruby?

- Well, only what Mrs
Bridges told Miss Roberts.

- Listenin' at keyholes again.

- No, I haven't!

Why, isn't it true then?

- Suppose it must be.

Don't know why Mr Hudson
hasn't told any of us.

- Well, doesn't want it
to leak out, I reckon.

- Why, what's the harm?

- In case some anarchist
gets to hear about it

and plants a bomb in
the coal cellar.

- Ooh, Edward, don't!

- Well, by the time Teddy
gets here for his dinner,

it's going to be all
over London, isn't it?

I mean, you're gonna have
mounted police outside

keeping back the crowds.

- Reporters from the newspapers,

photographers, and--

- You, shh!

You're gonna have detectives
running round

all over the house.

They're gonna search people

every time they come in, hey?

- Well, I still feel

I ought to give him
the quail, Milady.

- Yes I know you
do, Mrs Bridges,

but I do assure you,
he has quail

at every other house
he dines at.

- Very good, Milady.

Well, what do you suggest?

- I suggest we play safe
with guinea fowl.

And for the main dish,
you do the thing

you really excel at,
your Baron of Lamb.

There's nobody to touch
you for lamb,

and you know it.

- Very well, Milady.

So, after the Ptarmigan Pie,

Baron of Lamb, all nice
and juicy, and tender.

And then, with that,
if I may suggest,

Pommes Frou Frou,
and Petit Pois.

And then the sorbet.

- Oh, and by the way, the
sauce for the poached salmon--

- I thought I'd make
the Medoc Sauce, Milady,

like I made for the
French Ambassador.

Do you remember? Yes.
- Yes.

- And then after the
sorbet, the guinea fowl,

with Asparagus with
Hollandaise Sauce

and then the meringues
and the gateaux,

and the dressed prawns
for savory, Milady.

- Yes, that'll do.

And you'll ask Hudson
to telephone

to Jackson's for the peaches,

and of course, the caviar
and the Royal Native oysters

to begin with before the soup.
- Yes, very good, Milady.

- Morning, Mrs Bridges.

- Oh, morning, sir!

-[Lady Marjorie] We've
just been discussing

the menu for Thursday evening,

and Mrs Bridges is going
to surpass herself,

aren't you, Mrs Bridges?

- Oh, I shall do my
very best, Milady.

- I'm sure you will.

- Thank you, sir.

- Jack Alexander tells me

if H.M. likes a dish well enough

he'll have three
to four helpings.

We'd better warn Hudson
to offer it

round, and round, and round.

Let's hope the wretched
man doesn't get giddy.

- I had a most charming
letter from Mrs Keppel,

saying how much she's
looking forward to meeting us

and seeing the house.

She's evidently a great
admirer of yours.

- Well, that's very gratifying.

I've caught sight of
her, once or twice,

in the Strangers' Gallery
during important debates.

Her complexion is a marvel.

The others been approved?

- Yes.
- Why does the King want

those potty old Wanboroughs
asked?

- Well, the old boy did
govern a number of

dreadfully hot colonies
all his life.

Oh yes, and Jack said,

"If we put them against

"the King and Mrs
Keppel at bridge,

"the Sovereign will
be bound to win,

"which always delights him."

[chuckling]

I do hope Millicent
Hartfield will be all right.

- Well, why not?

She's witty, very attractive.

- Yes, to you, Darling, I know,

but her stories are
sometimes quite endless.

- Is she sitting next to him?

- She's sitting next
to you, naturally.

But she'll buttonhole
him after dinner

unless I keep a sharp
eye on her.

- I shall be fascinated to see

you and Millicent fighting
over the king.

- Don't be silly.
- I've heard tell,

you're one of the few women
in London who amuse him.

And he's made inquiries

as to whether you're
happily married.

So what else?

- Uh, Jack says they'll
arrive at 25 past eight,

and would we give the
detective some refreshment?

Apparently he has to stay
in the house all evening.

- He's not bringing
his own footman?

- No, just Jack, his
equerry and the detective.

It's to be strictly informal.

- Well, the servants
won't think so.

- They're terribly keyed-up
downstairs.

- I thought they weren't
going to be told

until the day before?

- Oh, they managed to
find out somehow,

they always do.

-[Hudson] The Hochheimer
'97 and the

Moet & Chandon Dry Imperial.

- That's that, and then
with the entree,

the Chateau Brown Cotignac '93,

- Cotignac '93, and
the port, sir?

- Hmm...

- We've still got some
of the Dow '78.

- Decant four bottles, will you?

- Very good, sir.

- Spoon for caviar,
soup spoon, fish knife,

entree knife, main course
knife, savory knife,

spoon for meringue desserts,
small fork, entree fork,

main course fork, prawn
fork, and dessert fork.

Spoon for caviar, soup spoon,

fish knife, entree knife--

-[Hudson] When you're
done, Edward,

fetch the fruit knives
and forks,

and the finger bowls, and
set them on the sideboard.

- Yes, Mr Hudson.

- Oh, and while you're about it,

bring three more salt cellars
from the silver cupboard.

Yes?

- Keys, Mr Hudson.

- Oh yes, of course.

Here you are.

- Dessert fork, that's the
cutlery done, Mr Hudson.

Shall I do the place cards now?

- If you've got Her
Ladyship's seating plan.

- No, you've got it.

- Have I?

-[Rose] Yes, I saw you put it

in the pocket of your apron.

- Oh yes, yes of course,
how silly of me.

Right, start here at
Her Ladyship's place

on the King's right.

There will be no place
card for His Majesty.

- Oh his right, Lady
Marjorie Bellamy.

- Lady Wanborough on his left.

- Countess of Wanborough.

- Then, oh, excuse
me please, Mr Eh...

-[Waiter] Sorry.

- Then, Sir John Alexander,
he's the equerry,

then Lady Prudence Fairfax,
next to the master.

- Oh, she should
keep him amused,

help him forget his nerves.

- That, I suspect, was
Her Ladyship's reason

for placing Lady Prudence
on the masters right.

Now comes Mrs Hartfield.

Then comes the Admiral.

- Admiral Sir William Collett.

- And Mrs George Keppel here.

- Oh, doesn't she have
to sit next to him?

- Not necessarily, Rose.

Lord Crewe's butler
tells me that

she is often placed on informal
occasions such as these,

opposite the King, so
that if His Majesty

becomes bored with his
dinner companion,

Mrs Keppel can enter
the conversation

and restore the situation.
- Oh...

- And on her left, the
Earl of Wanborough.

- Where shall I put
them, Mr Hudson?

- Oh, one down at the far end,

one in the middle, one
down here, Edward.

Space them out evenly now.

No, no, no, that's too
close to the candelabra.

Wee bit more to your right.

Wee bit more.

That's fine.

- Just think, in a
few hours from now,

the King of England's posterior

shall occupy this very chair.

- This is hardly the moment
for such reflection, Rose.

You've still got the flowers
to do in the drawing room,

the coffee tray, all the
polishing in the front hall,

and the landing and
the drawing room.

- Sorry Mr Hudson, just a
bit of fun, steady me nerves.

- There is no need to
be nervous, Rose,

if you'll just keep your
head and do as I say.

Mr, er, the hired waiter
will help you out.

- I still don't understand
why I can't wait at table,

same as I always do.

- His Majesty objects
to female servants

waiting at the table.

You will have ample opportunity

of witnessing the dinner

from behind the screen,

where you will remain
out of sight,

collecting the empty plates

and placing them quietly
in the service lift.

- Yes, Mr Hudson.

I think the king's mean.

- Then you'd better
tell him that yourself.

-[Edward] [chuckles]
That's right, Rose.

You tell him, I dare you.

- All right, I will.
- Hey?

- Your Majesty, I am Rose,

head house parlor maid,

and I think it's
very mean of you,

not to let us female
servants wait at table.

I always thought you rather
liked having women around.

- Rose!
- Here, would you like me

to sit on your knee?

- Get out of that chair at once!

- All right, I'll
ask Mrs Keppel,

she's a nice lady, she'll
put in a word for us.

Eh Alice, have a word
with the Guv'nor, he's--

- Come on, Rose, that'll
do, come on.

Off you go now, both
of you, quick,

I want to lock up.

Chop chop.

[Edward chuckles]

[cutlery trolley rattling]

[clock ticking]

- I told my friend to be
here at seven, my lady,

if that's convenient.

It's Mrs Fawcett's lady's
maid from next door.

- Yes of course, Roberts.

- I've told her,
you wouldn't mind

if we watch from the
best bedroom landing.

- Oh, but aren't you
going to let her

help you downstairs
with the ladies' cloaks?

- I didn't know I was to help
with the cloaks, my lady.

- Yes, of course you are.

Edward will see to
the gentlemen,

while Hudson takes the
guests up to announce them.

Your friend can help you.

- But Mr Hudson said
nothing to me

about helping with
the cloaks, Milady?

Not a word.

- Well, he probably forgot.

He's had a lot on his mind.

- Yes, Milady, well
if you say so.

- Uh, I don't like
those, they're too fussy.

Bring me the others.

- Very good, Milady.

- Unless Mr Hudson
tells me himself,

I mean he's supposed to
be in charge downstairs.

- No, don't like those either.

Let's try the filigree necklace.

- Yes, Milady.

Well, I, I've no wish
to be in his way,

unless he asks me to
help with the cloaks.

It's up to him, I mean.

- Yes, I'll wear these.

- Well, it's not normally
my place to be downstairs

in the hall when there's
a dinner party.

He should tell me

if there's other arrangements
to be made,

than what is usual.

- Roberts, will you
please stop fussing

about the ladies' cloaks?

You're to see to them
in the library

whether Hudson tells you to

or forgets to tell you to.

Now is that clear?

- Yes, Milady.

- Now my earrings that
go with this, please,

we haven't very much time.

- Very good, Milady.

- Thank you.

[whisk slapping]

Ooh, ooh, by!

- Is that done then,
Mrs Bridges?

- Ooh, stop asking silly
questions, girl.

Give me the vinegar, quick.

We haven't got a lot of time.

[whisk slapping]

[clock ticking]

- Better stop that now,
Rose, and get ready.

It's gone half past seven.

I trust you've got a clean
apron and cap to wear?

- 'Course I have, Mr Hudson.

Not that anyone'd notice.

Not if I'm hidden behind
that screen.

[clock ticking]

- Brace yourself, my boy.

- We're off then, Mr Hudson?

- So it would seem, Edward.

At least, we're under
starters orders.

[car engine revving outside]

[bell tinkles]

- Ah, Hudson.

- Good evening, my lady.

- Am I the first?

- Yes, my lady.

- Well, I came early...

Oh, good evening, Roberts.

To be sure of not arriving
after the king,

which would be quite dreadful.

- His Majesty is not
due until 8:25, my lady.

- Ah, that's all right then.

- I do hope they're all
going to be punctual.

- Don't worry, Darling,
they will be.

- Lady Prudence Fairfax,
my lady.

- Prue!

- Trust old Prue to be first.

- Thank heaven it's you.

- Richard's so nervous,

you'd think we were
living in the Middle Ages,

and the Royal displeasure

would land us on the
chopping block.

- Oh, yes, we've had
the joke once.

How's your curtsey, Prudence?

- Well, it's all
right going down,

a bit wobbly coming up.

[chuckling]
I'm always afraid

my right knee will crack
like a pistol shot.

Well, it happen to poor
Silvia Lister's daughter

you know, when she was
presented at court.

The story goes, the
Russian Ambassador

dived for the floor, fearing
an assassin's bullet.

- Oh Prue!

- Mrs Hartfield.

- My dears!

There's a tremendous
crowd outside.

Such excitement for them.

I hear Mrs Keppel is coming,

I'm so looking forward
to meeting her.

She's a close friend of
the Wiltshires, you know,

who are of course great
friends of ours.

What?

Oh, champagne, thank you!

How splendido!

My dears, I was at Bretby
for the weekend,

and Tubby Westerway
had us in fits

with a new riddle that he'd
heard out with the call.

Ah, now, what is the difference

between your last will
and testament,

and a man who has eaten
as much as he can?

- What is?

- One is signed and dated,

and the other is
dined and sated.

[laughter]

-[Hudson] Lord and Lady
Wanborough, my lady.

- Maud, dear, how
lovely to see you.

- How kind of you.

- And Togs, how are you?
- Hello Marjorie, my dear.

- You're in the way now, Ruby.

Now pop on a clean apron,

and run upstairs and
see the King arriving.

Look sharp, girl!

You'll run into them
in the hall!

- Thanks Mrs Bridges.

- Oof!

[guests chatting]

- Ruby?

Where are you going?

- Up to 't landing, Milady.

Mrs Bridges said I could go
and peep over 't banisters.

- That's right, of
course you may.

What is the time?

- I make it 24 minutes past.

Any moment now, Hudson.

- Yes, sir.

- Is my tie straight?
- Perfect.

Listen...

[crowd cheering and
clapping outside]

[car engine rumbling]

- Here he is now.

Open the door, Hudson.

- Very good, sir.

["The Edwardians" by
Alexander Faris]

[crowd cheering and clapping]

-[Rose] Hang on.

[guests chatting]

Here you are, Mr Hollings.

- Thank you, Rose.

[guests chattering]

[service lift squeaking]

- More plates down, Mrs Bridges.

- Oh, well, take them
through to the scullery

and wash them up.

Oh no, put these in
the lift first.

Savory plates.

[puffs exhaustedly]

[guests chatting]

- To be truthful, sir,
we very rarely go racing.

Now, last July, we were
asked to wait at Newmarket,

and my husband had a bet
on one of your horses,

which, alas, didn't win.

A two-year-old, I think it was.

- Which was that, Lady Marjorie?

- Oh dear...

- It must have been Minarue,

we raced him very lightly
last season.

Well-bred colt, but
a late developer.

Backing him for the Derby,
Lady Marjorie.

- Lady Wanborough's brother

had a number of horses
in training at one time.

Isn't that so, Maud?

- Quite right.
- Yes.

-[Lady Marjorie] Maud?

- It is, it's very nice.

- Perhaps you are too tired

for conversation,
Lady Wanborough?

- Oh no, oh no, sir,
I'm so sorry,

I had no idea you were
addressing me.

- Dear lady, I'm tired myself,

from visiting my nephew,

the German Emperor, in Hamburg.

The sea was rough,
the train rattled,

and there were too
many [mumbles].

- My dear, I'm told
she writhes about

like a worm on a hook,

and skips across the
stage like a kangaroo,

dressed in nothing but the
flimsiest pieces of chiffon.

With a good pair
of opera glasses,

they say you can see her body

as though she were
dressed in nothing at all.

[laughing]

- I feel sure you must be
speaking of Maude Allen.

- No, I wasn't actually.

I was talking of
that other woman,

Isadora Duncan, both
equally shocking, my dear.

And whilst we are
on that subject,

some of the clothes
in Paris this year,

my dear, the way
things are going,

we shall soon be dining
out stark naked,

all of us.

[laughing]

- I don't think so,
do you, Prudence?

- Well, not in my house,
Richard, it's far too drafty.

- Tell me, Admiral, have you
seen this Duncan woman dance?

- He was my first cousin.

Oh no, no I'm wrong,
sir, my second cousin,

and he was the one that
married Cecily Grant,

who was old Lady Rawleigh's
sister.

No, her sister-in-law,
yes, that's right.

- Quite so.

- Yes, and she married
the Dean of Exeter,

or was it his brother?

Well, anyway, he was a Stirling,

they came from Berwickshire.

- Quite, yes.

- They had a very
large property--

- Do forgive me interrupting,
Lady Wanborough,

but I simply must ask the
King to settle an argument.

Sir, you really must
help us out.

With the greatest pleasure,
my dear Alice.

- Jack was telling me that
Alfred Northcliff's mother

had 14 children, is it possible?

- Yes, I believe it's true.

[laughs] Imagine, 14 Lord
Northcliffs. [laughing]

- It's quite funny, isn't it?

- One is hard enough to bear.

-[Lady Marjorie] Oh come
sir, you know you like him.

You've often said so.

- Just because I arrange
a peerage for a man,

it does not mean I
have to like him.

I do not approve that
a newspaper man

should have such power.

It is not healthy.

- I can understand that...
[guests murmuring]

[crockery clattering]

[guests chatting]

- Oh, I wish he'd sit down,

my feet are quite numb.

- If he doesn't settle
in a few minutes,

I'll get Jack to do
something about it.

- Millicent Hartfield
looks as if

she's gonna dance a
fandango with him

at any minute.

Every time she takes
a step towards him,

he takes a step back.

He'll soon be pinned to
the wall like a butterfly.

- Such a pretty room,
Lady Marjorie,

I do think you've been so
clever with the colors.

- Thank you.

- I'm afraid the King
is being bored to death

by Millicent Hartfield.

I think we ought to rescue him.

- How?
- I'd suggest bridge.

-[Millicent] And the other
one is nearly perfect,

don't you think?

[clock ticking]
[tableware clattering]

- What are you gonna
do with that, smoke it?

- Sell it.

- Oh...

[bell ringing]
[knocks banging]

- Oh, who do they
think they are?

[bell ringing]
[knocks banging]

If you don't stop
ringing that bell,

I'll get Mr Hudson to
get the police to ya.

- Why can't 't King's detective
go and shoo them away?

Well, isn't that what
he's here for?

- Good heavens, Ruby,
what are you thinking of?

The royal detective would
never demean himself

to go out and speak to
common people in the street.

He's sitting in Mr Hudson's
pantry on his backside

with his feet up.

[bell ringing]
[knocks banging]

-[Rose] Who's ringing the
bell this time of night?

- Oh, it's probably
some newspaper reporters

wanting a story from
the servants, you know.

How I served the King of England

to two helpings of Baron
of Lamb, by Edward,

Footman to Lady Marjorie.

- Peer out and see who it is.

- Who, me?

[bell ringing]
- Just look out the window.

-[Rose] Can you see anyone?

-[Edward] Well, not properly,

I think its a woman,
but I can't,

she's got a shawl
all over her head,

I can't see her face.

- Now then, what's going on?

- There's someone at 't
back door, Mr Hudson.

- There are several people
at the back door, Ruby.

That's no reason for you
all to stop your work

and gawp like them outside.

- But it's a woman,
all muffled up.

And she keeps on
ringing the bell.

- Maybe it's Matty, come
for her dripping.

- Not at this hour, Matty
only comes mornings.

- Shall I unbolt the
door and see, Mr Hudson?

I mean, if it is someone trying
to get a peep at the King,

I can always send her away
with a flea in her ear.

[bell rings]

- Oh, very well, Edward,
unlock the door,

but be very careful.

We don't want any unauthorized
persons busting in.

- I thought you was never gonna
open up the perishin' door.

- Blimey! Here, it's Sarah!

-[Rose] What?

[speaking over each other]

- Ooh, Rose!
- Here, she's ill!

She's ill, sit her down, quick!

-[Edward] Come on
then, all right?

-[Mrs Bridges] What's
she doin' here?

- Come back to be with me old
mates, Mrs Bridges, in't I?

- What's the matter, Sarah?

- Does Lady Southwold
know you're here?

- No, nor Mrs Clay, nor Heather.

- Have you run away
from Southwold?

After all they've done for you?

- I couldn't stick it
down there, Mrs Bridges.

No longer, honest.

No one ever talked to me.

They was all very kind,

but no one never
said a word to me

from one day to the next.

I just sat in that
cottage window

and stared out at nuffing.

No shops, no streets with

people goin' by or motorcars.

Just green fields and
perishin' trees.

It was horrible.

- Here, how'd you get
the money for the fare?

I borrowed it off
of Jack Marshall,

one of the blokes that
works on the farm.

- I remember Jack Marshall,

he always was soft in the head.

- I walked all the way
from Paddington.

All across the park
in me tight shoes.

[inhales sharply] Ooh!

- What is it, Sarah?

- Ooh, it's all right.

It's just the baby.

It'll pass.

- Now, come along, all of you.

Edward, Ruby, get out of here,

there's work to be done.

Sarah, you'll just have to wait

until something can
be done about you.

- Here, Sarah, King of
England's upstairs

playing bridge,

what do you think of that?
- I know.

Somebody told me in the street.

What a night to choose, eh?

The King and Alice Keppel?

- I had to hide behind
a screen, Sarah.

-[Sarah] Did ya?

- He was especially pleased
with my Baron of Lamb.

- Yes, well, be that as it may,

you'll have to keep well
out of the way, Sarah,

until His Majesty and the
other guests have departed.

I'm not going to have this
house disrupted tonight.

- Where do you think
you're gonna sleep, eh?

- Well, Rose, I thought maybe--

- Oh, you did, did you?

- She's not going to sleep
in this house tonight,

not without Her Ladyship's
permission

and that's final.

- Oh, please, Mr Hudson.
- That is final, Sarah.

- Mr Hudson, Her Ladyship would
never allow it now anyway.

Not now I've skipped
from Southwold.

I'll be turned out
on the streets,

and it's ever such a
cold night, Mr Hudson.

Please, oh!

-[Rose] She's in terrible pain.

- Rose!

I think it's coming now!

- Are you sure, Sarah?

-[Mrs Bridges] She's
putting it on,

I know her of old.

[Sarah gasping]

All this agony just to
get a bed for the night.

If you ask me, she
ought to be packed

straight back to Southwold.

-[Edward] Well, she won't get
a train this time of night.

- Well, first thing
in the morning then.

- Answer me, Sarah,
are you really in pain?

- Get us a towel, will you Rose?

- Oh!

- Here, listen, Sarah.

You can tell me something.

- Yeah, I think they have.

It's what Mrs Clay
said might happen

when the baby was on the way,

so I think it's coming.

- Mr Hudson.

- Edward, get your coat on.

Go down to Chesham Street,
fetch Dr Foley.

Look sharp now.
- Yes, Mr Hudson.

- Rose, you and Mrs Bridges
stay down here with Sarah,

keep her warm, get
some blankets.

I shall go upstairs and
inform Her Ladyship.

- You'd like a nice cuppa
tea, wouldn't you dear?

- Yes, please, Mrs Bridges.

- Yes, well, you just sit
there as quiet as you can.

[inhales sharply] Ooh!

I'm sorry, Rose!

[players chatting]
[Edward VII coughing]

- Begging your pardon, my lady.

- Yes, Hudson?

- Might I have a word
with you privately?

- What is it?

Has something happened?

- There is a situation
requiring your attention

below stairs, it is
rather urgent, my lady.

- I'm so sorry about this.

Prudence, will you ask Lady
Wanborough to take my hand?

Please forgive me.

- I thought you'd wish
to be informed

that Sarah is downstairs.

- Sarah?
- The girl appears to have

started labor, her
child, my lady.

I've taken the liberty of

sending Edward out
to fetch Dr Foley.

- Oh my God!

- She's in the servants' hall,

Mrs Bridges and Rose
are seeing to her.

- But she'll have to go
at once to some hospital.

- I'm afraid there is
no time to get her

to a lying-in hospital, my lady.

Things are already
well underway.

- Go back into the drawing room,

offer them drinks,
and let me know

the instant the King
looks like leaving.

- Very good, my lady.

- You ought never to have come
here, not in your condition.

You ought to have stopped
where you was in Southwold.

- I know that, Rose, but it's
no good sayin' it now, is it?

- Poor girl, is the
pain very bad?

- Don't get up.
- I'm sorry, my lady.

- Sarah, are you quite
sure the baby's coming?

- Yes, Milady, the pains are
very strong and regular now.

- Edward's gone for
the doctor, Milady.

- Yes, I know.

Rose, is the bed made
up in the attic room,

the one next to Ruby's?

- It won't take me two minutes

to put clean sheets
on it, Milady.

- Send Ruby up with
a hot water bottle.

- Yes, Milady.

- Now come along, Sarah,
we must get you upstairs

and into bed.

Can you walk?

-[Sarah] 'Course I can.

-[Rose] Hold on to me, Sarah.

- Here, the doctor,

oh, er, Doctor Foley's
on his way, Milady.

-[Lady Marjorie] Thank
you, Edward.

- That's the drawing
room, Milady.

- If that's the King leaving...

- Shall I go up and see?

- No, Edward, Hudson's up there,

come along, we must get
Sarah upstairs quickly.

- The detective is
wanted, my lady.

His Majesty is about to leave.

- But we must get
Sarah upstairs.

Edward, fetch the detective,

he'll have to go out and
warn His Majesty's chauffeur.

- Yes, my lady.
- Hudson, will you take Sarah?

-[Hudson] Very good, my lady.

- Wait until the detective
gets upstairs,

and then go very quietly
past the drawing room.

I'll go on ahead and try
and gain a little time.

- Yes, my lady.

[Sarah breathing heavily]

Right, quickly.

[bell ringing]

- Front door.

- Must be Doctor Foley.

- Rose, take back Sarah,
quickly now, quickly.

I'll come and tell you
when the coast is clear.

[bell ringing]

- It's ever so exciting,
innit, eh?

Like a game of hide and seek.

[inhales sharply] Ooh!

- Try not to talk.

- [gasping] 'Blige me.

[bell ringing]
[guests chatting]

- A most delightful
evening, Lady Marjorie.

- Good night, sir.

- Bellamy, thank you.

I enjoyed my bridge.

- We're very honored, sir.

Hudson? The door.

- You'd better take me straight
to the young woman's room

and ask someone to fetch
hot water, clean towels...

- I'm so sorry about that, sir.

One of my servants
was taken ill,

and the doctor had to
be sent for in a hurry.

- We do apologize, sir.

- The fellow asked
me to accompany him

to some young woman's bedroom.

[laughs] Who do you
suppose he thought I was?

[laughing and coughing]

- Good night.

Thank you, Hudson, you'd
better go straight up,

and tell Dr Foley I'll
come as soon as I can.

- Very good, my lady.

Edward, downstairs.

- Marjorie, Sarah or no Sarah,

we must go back to
the drawing room.

- Sarah is our responsibility,

you said so yourself.

And besides, in a
few hours time,

you and I are going
to be grandparents,

have you thought of that?

- Take deep breaths, young lady,

you'll find it'll help.

[Sarah panting and straining]

Go with the pain, don't
try to fight it.

[anguished breathing]

- Hold on to me, Sarah,
there's a good girl.

Is the pain very bad?

-[Doctor] Shouldn't
be too long now.

- Congratulations, Marjorie.

It all went off quite
splendidly, didn't it?

-[Lady Marjorie] Thank you.

I think he's wonderful
considering he's not well.

- I'm afraid he was
very tired tonight.

That cough must take
it out of him a lot.

- Mm, it's all those
endless cigars, my dear.

They killed my brother
Rupert, you know.

He had a chest, too.

Ah well, good night.

And thank you so much.

Good night, Richard,
it was splendid.

Good night, Prudence.
- Good night, my dear.

- Good night.

- Thank you, Roberts.

-[Hudson] Good night, my lady.

-[Maud] Good night, Hudson.

-[Hudson] Good night, my lord.

-[Togs] Good night, Hudson.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

- Ah, thank you.

I hope you managed to get
a glimpse of the king.

- Oh yes, Madam, we saw the
guests go down to dinner

from Her Ladyship's
bedroom landing.

It was quite a thrill.

- I'm so glad.

- Good night, Madam.

-[Millicent] Good night.

- Excuse me, Mr Hudson,
could you ask Her Ladyship,

only I'm not allowed
in the drawing room.

- What is it, Rose?

- She's wanted upstairs.

- Wanted upstairs? Who by?

- It's a private matter,
Miss Roberts,

has your friend gone yet?

- Yes, she has.

- Then why don't you
go up to your room?

Her Ladyship won't be
needing you yet awhile.

- There's still one lady's
wrap left in the library.

- Then you'll have to
wait down here, won't you.

I expect it's Lady Prudence,

I'm sure she hasn't left yet.

- Exactly.

-[Rose] I'm sorry, Mr
Hudson, only Dr Foley said

Her Ladyship should come
up now, at once.

-[Hudson] Very well,
Rose, I'll see to it.

- Then poor old Togs
Wanborough revoked, twice,

and finally dropped the
entire pack of cards

on the floor while
he was dealing.

I thought the King would
have an apoplectic fit.

- Oh dear.

- Yes, well, I can
see you're plainly

waiting to be rid of old Prue,

first to come, last to leave,

and plainly dying for your beds.

So I'll depart.

-[Hudson] Beg pardon, my lady,

but Dr Foley is asking
for you upstairs.

-[Lady Marjorie] Yes,
all right, Hudson.

I'll come in a minute.

-[Hudson] Very good, my lady.

- Dr Foley? Who's ill?

-[Richard] One of the servants.

- Oh really?

- I'm sorry, Prue,
I'll have to go up.

- Ooh, oh well, if
it's that urgent...

Not your cook, I hope.

- Mrs Bridges, no.

One of the younger servants.

- Oh, probably the excitement

of having the King in the house.

What is it, Richard?

Are you ill?

- No...

Do you mind if I pour
myself a whisky and soda?

-[Prudence] Of course not.

- Prudence, as one of
our oldest friends,

there's something I'd
like you to know.

Our grandchild is being
born upstairs, James' child.

[anguished gasping]

- Would you rather
not stay, Rose?

- I must stay, Milady.

- It may distress you.

- I've got to learn.

[Mrs Bridges yawning]

- Oh, it's nearly two o'clock.

- Oh, leave all that now, Ruby,

and go to bed.

-[Ruby] I'm nearly
done, Mrs Bridges.

- You'd better go
to bed, Edward.

- Oh, I don't think I
could sleep, Mr Hudson.

- Oh, very well.

[door creaks]

- She's all right.

-[Mrs Bridges] And the baby?

- It was a little boy.

[crying]

- Oh well...

That's that.

- Perhaps it was for
the best, after all.

[Rose sobbing]

- That poor wretched
little creature.

-[Prudence] Will you write
to James, and tell him?

-[Richard] As far as
James is concerned,

the matter was over
and forgotten

the day he left for India.

- James has a right to
know that his child died.

-[Richard] Why upset
him unnecessarily?

- Because I know him
quite well enough

to be sure that he'd
want to be told.

-[Prudence] And I know you
well enough, Marjorie dear,

to know you should
go to your bed.

And I'm away to mine.

- I'm glad you know, Prue.

It's good to share those

sort of secrets with
an old friend.

- I only wish I could
do something.

- You've been more than a help.

Good night, my dear.
- Good night.

- Good night.

-[Richard] Hudson, Lady
Prudence is leaving.

Send Roberts up to Her
Ladyship's room,

and you may go to bed yourself.

- Thank you, sir.

- Hudson?

Thank you, for all your help.

- My lady.

- Will I be sent back
to Southwold?

-[Lady Marjorie] No,
Sarah, not now.

No, you'll stay here and
get your strength back.

- Thank you, my lady.

- And when Dr Foley
says you can get up,

I thought you might
undertake a little light work

around the house, you know,
just sewing, mending linen.

Just to keep you occupied
during the day.

- Yes, I see.

Um, will I be...

Like a servant?

I'm not saying I shouldn't
be, it just that,

where will I...

Put meself?

- Well, I have discussed
that very carefully

with Mr Bellamy and with Hudson.

Since you left us and
went on the stage,

you are of course
a young woman of

well, private status.

And your relationship
with my son,

which I think we should put
out of our minds from now on,

gave you certain rights,

as my husband and Sir
Jeffery explained.

In any case, Sarah, we'd
like you to feel

that there's a home
for you here,

for as long as you want to stay.

- Thank you, my lady.

- Difficulty, of course, is

where you're to sit,
and have your meals.

As you say, where
to put yourself.

- Couldn't I go back
downstairs with me friends?

Least they was my friends.

- Well...

- You see, at the moment,
I'm neither upstairs

or really downstairs, am I?

I'm what you might be calling
an in-between, my lady.

- Don't worry about it, Sarah.

I'll have a word with
Hudson and then we'll see.

- Yes.

Lady Marjorie?

- Yes, Sarah?

- Why are you being
so good to me

when I've been nothing
but trouble to you

ever since I come here?

- Try and go to sleep.

There's a good girl.

- Well, I think it's a disgrace,

giving house room to that slut!

- Well, it would be rather
awkward, wouldn't it?

After all that's happened.

-[Roberts] Well, why should
we have to put up with her?

- She's got to have her meals
somewhere, Miss Roberts.

She certainly can't have
them upstairs with them.

- And it wouldn't be you

what had to take the
trays up, neither.

- Well, I think we ought to--

- We don't want to know
what you think, Ruby.

- After all she's done

and the shame she's
brought upon us all.

- What shame has she brought
on you, Miss Roberts?

- She's a stuck-up, lying minx!

Huh, thinks she's better
than any of us.

Puts on airs.

Gets Captain James
into such trouble

that he has to be sent to India.

Then she thinks she
can walk in here

as though nothing has happened.

- We're none of us perfect,
Miss Roberts.

- Oh have a heart, Miss Roberts,

how would you like to be--

- I wouldn't be ever in
such a disgusting position

in anyone's house!

- [laughs] I'll bet!

- How dare you speak
to me like that?

- I put it to you
all that Sarah,

for all her faults,

for all the upsets and troubles

she's brought upon this house,

is nonetheless capable
of better things.

She is an able seamstress, and

she's possessed of a
cheerful disposition.

Unfortunately, as a maid here,

she developed ideas well
above her station in life,

and she fell from grace,

aided and abetted,
I regret to say,

by the son of this noble house,

who, in my opinion,
should have known better,

than to allow himself such a
relationship with a servant.

Sarah has paid a bitter price.

She has lost her child.

She is beaten.

If the master and Her
Ladyship can see their way

to exercising tolerance, and
kindness, and forgiveness,

towards this unfortunate
girl, then who are we

as Christians to deny
this young person ours?

I want a show of hands, please.

Her Ladyship must be informed.

All those in favor
of allowing Sarah

to join us for her meals,
and to sit with us here,

in this room, raise
your right hands please.

-[Mrs Bridges] Ruby!

- All right.

Let the wretched girl
have her meals in here.

As long as I don't have
to sit next to her.

- Excuse me please, Mr Hudson.

- I shall inform Her
Ladyship at once

of the staff's decision.

-[Rose] Sarah?

They've all agreed.

Even old Roberts.

You'll be with us, below
stairs, where you belong.

Just like old times.

We'll have some laughs,
won't we?

But you've got to promise
me one thing, mind.

- Gotta behave meself, 'ant I.

- You really have got
to this time, Sarah.

It's serious.

- I will, Rose, I promise.

["Closing Theme - Uncle Arthur
Version" by Alexander Faris]