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(slow instrumental music)

- What's this one?

- At.

(clapping)

- You be quiet.

(laughs)

This?

- Mat?

- Good!

That one?

- Bat.

- Ah, bats in the belfry, eh, Ruby?

- Pay no attention.

- Hat.

- Very good!

- Ssss, ssss.

- Sat.

(laughs)

- It's raining sats and dogs (laughs).

- Ed!

- What are they doing down here?

- Well, I was just putting them to use, Ms. Roberts,

since they're a bit advanced for the baby as yet.

-[Ms. Roberts] Well, they both belong in the nursery.

You can't bring them down here.

Take them back this minute.

- Who's she giving orders to?

- She thinks she in charge with Rose

and Mr. Hudson at the memorial service.

(bell rings)

- Not any more, she isn't.

- Oh, my dear, would you like to lean on me?

- Thank you, Richard, I can manage.

- How's your breathing? - Watkins drove too fast.

- Better. - You must speak to him.

- Much too fast.

- Well, go on, I'll get you some brandy, Mable.

- Oh, thank you.

Ah, that's better.

Oh dear, I am glad it's all over.

- You were wonderful.

- Thank you, darling.

I could never have borne it without you all.

- It was a lovely service.

- It was really stuffy.

- Yes it went very well.

- Humid weather, of course.

- Yes.

- The tributes were particularly good.

- Robert Crew was very good.

Droned on a bit.

Who on earth asked that dreadful man Gray

to speak for the liberals?

Was that your idea, Richard?

- It was discussed at great length, Mable, dear,

and it was voted that Walter's stature

was beyond ordinary party politics.

Sir Edward did make that point.

Well, I don't think your father would have liked it.

- Yes he would, mother.

He would have been delighted at the compliment.

- What one found most impressive was

the grief shown by the common people.

So many of them openly weeping.

Would you like a rug, Lady Southwold?

- No, thank you, Hodges.

(humming)

(woman singing)

- Oy, what do you think you're doing?

- Oh, well there's a spoke sticking out one of the wheels

in the pram and the wheels won't go 'round properly.

- Well, I don't want it.

Now get it out of here.

- Well, you've got to mend it.

- Who said so?

- Well, somebody's go to.

Miss Elizabeth and the babe will be back

from the seaside in a few days' time

and I'll get into trouble if it's--

- Alright, alright, yes, alright.

Well, later, not now.

Leave it.

Not here, get it outside.

- Oh, you won't forget?

- No, I won't forget, now out!

- Don't push me.

What's the matter?

- Nothing, ta da.

- No, what's going on?

- Nothing.

Here.

(mumbles)

You'll make yourself useful as you're here, eh?

Get me a bottle of wine, will you?

- Where from, the wine merchant?

- Silly, you know where from, in the cellar.

- Oh, you mean steal it?

- It's not a crown jewels, it's a bottle of wine.

Nobody's gonna miss it.

- Mr. Hudson will.

He enters all the wine's that drunk down in a special book.

- Well, look, here,

you enter it in the book, too.

You can copy his writing, can't you?

- How am I gonna get in the wine cellar, eh?

There's only two people got a key.

Mr. Bellamy and Mr. Hudson.

- You borrow Mr. Hudson's key.

- How am I gonna do that.

- Well, where's he keep his key?

In his, eh, in his coat, right?

Where does he keep his coat, in the servant's hall?

So you pick a moment, right,

get the key, into the wine cellar,

get the wine, put it in the book, put the key back,

you're back here in less than five minutes.

- No.

Sorry, Thomas, I won't.

- What do you mean?

- I won't.

For one thing, I don't like being taken for granted.

And for another, if I'm gonna lose me job,

I might as well lose it for something worth while.

Not for a bottle of wine so as you can entertain

one of your lady friends.

- Hey, what are you talking about lady friends?

There's no lady friends.

This is business.

- What business?

- Well, I can't tell you.

Not at the moment.

Ah, wouldn't interest you, anyway.

Ah, look if I mend the pram, will you get the wine for me?

- Oh, blackmail now.

- Oh, what do you want?

I'll give you a kiss if you'd like.

- You save it for your lady friend.

- I told you I don't have any lady friends.

Only you.

Now I'm sorry if I offended you.

If I ask you nicely, will you get the wine?

- If you ask me nicely.

- Oh, it was a wonderful send off.

The abbey was full to bursting, wasn't it?

Everybody was there.

Shoulda seen it Sarah.

- Wasn't asked.

- Oh, and beautiful flowers.

(crying)

Ah, good kindly gentleman.

- Wasn't he, Mrs. Bridges.

And a great statesman and leader, too.

We could do with a few like him today.

- Both their ladyships so calm and dignified.

The rest of us sobbing our hearts out.

- That was only to be expected, Rose.

- Fill up this bottle, will you?

And take it up to Lady Southwold's room.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Why, Mr. Hudson, why shouldn't they cry?

It's only natural.

- It may be natural to you, Sarah,

but when a member of the nobility passes on,

ordinary folk look to his family

to set an example of conduct for their own lives.

- Yeah, but why should they have to?

We're all the same.

We'll all come to dust in the end.

- (laughs) Come to dust.

I like that, Sarah, coming from you.

- Edward, I'll ask you to remember

the solemnity of this day.

- Can't help doing that, Mr. Hudson.

Everybody's so depressing.

- Who sliced this cucumber?

- Oh, I left it to Ruby.

Mr. Hudson, I would have have done it myself,

naturally, if it hadn't been for the service.

- Edward, get Ruby in here at once, please,

and fetch another cucumber.

(banging)

- Ruby.

(footsteps)

- Oh, thank you, Edward.

Ruby, come over here, my girl.

Mrs. Bridges.

- Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

- Now, Ruby, take a lesson from Mrs. Bridges

on the correct way to slice a cucumber.

- Now, Ruby, never cut a cucumber from the head.

Always start in the center, so,

then peel it, very, very thinly, so.

- There, now, Ruby, that's how it should be.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

- Edward, take this up to the dining room, will you?

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.

(coughs)

- What you up to, Sarah?

- Nothing, Rose.

- Can I help you, Ms. Roberts?

- No.

- Is there something you require of Lady Southwold?

- No, nothing, thank you.

- Then what are you doing outside her room?

- Nothing, I happened to be passing

and noticed the door open.

- Noticed the door was open, then why didn't you shut it?

- I was on the point of it.

- You were not.

You were prying.

- I was doing no such thing.

- If you pardon me, you were.

- I was not and I don't know what you're insinuating.

I have as much right to be here as you have, Hodges.

I live here, don't forget.

- Kindly, do not refer to me as Hodges.

I am Miss Hodges, Lady Southwold's companion.

- Excuse me.

- Is that for Lady Southwold?

- Yes. - I'll take it.

- I can manage it. - Give it to me.

- Ah, Mr. Donaldson.

-[Mr. Donaldson] Hello, Watkins.

- Sorry, I didn't hear you or I'd have come down sooner.

- That's alright.

All the doors were open, so I just followed my nose.

A busy sort of room, isn't it?

- Aye, well, I'm not very tidy, you know.

Where I keep all my things.

I will need a bit more space, really.

- Quite, quite.

Glad to see you've taken our last meeting to heart.

- Oh yes, yes.

- Studying those new designs.

- Aye, well of course, I've still got a lot to learn.

- Yeah. - Well, we all have.

Haven't we? - Good, good.

Well then, shall we get on--

- Eh, not here, Mr. Donaldson.

Upstairs will be more comfortable for talking.

- Up here? - Yes, yes.

- Good.

- Yes, just up there.

- Well, Thomas, that's the last time I do that for you.

Oh. - Thank you, Sarah.

- Kindly don't refer to me as Hodges, says she.

I am Miss Hodges, Lady Southwold's companion.

- She said that?

No, she can't have cared for that much.

- She didn't.

- Only dealings I've had with her have been acrimonious.

- Ah.

- Well, last night, when I prepared a lovely little

baked custard for Lady Southwold,

she comes down and says it's curdled.

- You couldn't curdle any custard, Mrs. Bridges.

- Trouble with her, Rose, is she don't know her place.

- Well, what is her place?

No one seems to know.

She's not down here with us.

- Well, she's not up there with them, neither.

Though she thinks it is.

- Hm, sort of an in between really.

- What I want to know is, Rose,

why Lady Southwold should want a companion

before his lordship passes on.

I mean, in widowed, it's quite understandable.

But before, seems a bit suspicious to me.

- In what way suspicious, Mrs. Bridges?

- I don't know, Rose.

If I did, it wouldn't be suspicious, would it?

- Light runabouts, that's what we must go for, Watkins.

- Yes, yes.

- Cut down the cost

and bring the motorcar to the average man.

- Is it the right vintage, Mr. Watkins?

- Ah, yes, thank you, Sarah.

Go away, will ya?

- I myself own a seven horsepower Jarret, for instance.

I picked her up for a mere 150.

- Would you like me to help you?

- Ah, no, no, thank you, I can manage.

Would you clear off?

Sorry, you were saying, Mr. Donaldson.

- But of course racing's the game we should be in

but the problem is the capital.

I mean, I've got the contacts.

Why only last year, I was over in Diem Delage,

when the grand prix d'Vongerate.

- Oh, yes, with the single cylinder Dion Budon engine.

- Yes, that's right.

She won at nearly 50 miles an hour.

She was a real little flyer.

- Ah, yeah, can I offer you a glass of wine, Mr. Donaldson?

- Ah, that's very civil of you, Watkins.

- Ah, is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Watkins?

Some anchovy canopies or a little pate de fois grois?

- No, no, thank you, Sarah, that will be all, thank you.

- Well, then I'll be trotting along then, if you're sure.

- Yes, yes, quite sure, you trot along now.

- Thank you, sir.

- Does she go with the job?

- Oh, Sarah, she's just a nursery maid.

- Is she, by day.

You seem to have things good here.

- Oh, well, you know.

- Comfort and security.

I'm surprised you're even interested in my little scheme.

- Well, you were good enough to approach me, Mr. Donaldson.

And I was never one for security.

(laughs)

- Nothing ventured, nothing gained, eh?

- I don't know what you're talking about, Rose.

I'm not seeing too much of him.

There's a spoke sticking out of one of the wheels

in the pram and I asked him to mend it.

Didn't stay long, he's got a visitor.

- Visitor.

Who?

- I don't know, some man, some business.

- Business, what business?

- I don't know.

- Here, roll that.

You wanna be careful, Sarah.

He is not your type, I have told you that before.

- I know, he's flirty.

Well, I'm a big girl now rose, I can look after meself.

I'm not gonna let Mr. Thomas Watkins take advantage of me.

- You say that.

- Will you leave off and stop nagging me?

- She's been asleep for most of the afternoon,

but she's awake now, I think.

- Alright, thank you, Ms. Hodges.

How are you feeling?

- Better.

I'm alright.

What time is it?

- About four o'clock.

- Goodness, too much sleep.

- You needed it.

Today was a great ordeal.

- I didn't dream about him.

Do you think he'd be hurt?

I didn't dream of anything.

Ah, dear, yes it was an ordeal.

But it was nice of all those people to come, wasn't it?

He had no idea how many people liked him.

- Oh, but he did, Mother.

I mean what about all those letters he had

during the last months.

They were from all over the world.

- He never lost his sense of humor.

He used to ask me to read aloud to him

from that awful biography written by that young man

whose teeth were so bad.

"Oh," he'd say, "is that how history will see me?"

(laughs)

Between ourselves, I don't think he found it very funny.

- I wish I had known him better.

- Oh, my dear, he loved you so.

You were always his favorite.

Much more than your brother Hugo.

He had such lovely memories of the happy games

you used to play together.

- But I can't remember them.

I wonder if he made them up.

All those games he'd wished we played

if only he had had the time.

- Darling, he wouldn't have done that.

- Of course not, I didn't mean that.

Ah, yes, Ms. Hodges with tea.

- Will you be getting up for dinner, Lady Southwold?

- Of course.

- There's no need to.

- I must.

Grief is a luxury one can't afford,

if one wants to carry on.

- Which dress shall I lay out?

- Well, I haven't much choice, have I?

Unless I take to the purple.

I won't do that, it might upset the servants.

Oh, you choose, Hodges.

And I want to wear my diamond broach, the butterfly one,

that Lord Southwold gave me on our wedding anniversary.

You remember the one, Marjorie?

- Yes, it's lovely.

- It'll come to you, in time.

He would have wanted that.

- Are you sure you brought it, Lady Southwold?

I don't remember seeing it.

- Well, of course I brought it.

I never travel without it.

I saw it myself last night, go and fetch it.

(laughs)

Poor Hodges.

I don't treat her very nicely.

- Well, she seems devoted.

- Well, I wonder she sticks me.

She's very useful at the ray ray stations getting porters.

She plays a good game of rummy.

But she's such an awful snob.

And no conversation.

- It's not here, Lady Southwold.

- Nonsense, it must be.

Let me see.

Oh dear, the wrong glasses.

Marjorie, you look.

- No, Ms. Hodges is right, it's not here.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

- Did you look on the dressing table?

- Yes, I looked.

- Then it must have been taken.

- Doesn't she keep the case locked?

- I think she felt that there was no need, Mr. Bellamy.

I think she felt secure, here.

- Has the room been thoroughly searched?

- Yes, and I've talked to the staff at Southwold.

They can't find it there.

- In any case, Lady Southwold is positive

she saw the broach here.

Quite late, last night.

- But you didn't think she'd brought it, Ms. Hodges.

- I said I hadn't seen it,

which is not quite the same thing, Mr. Bellamy.

- Well, if she did see it last night,

then it most likely would have been taken this morning

when we were at the abbey.

- You really think it's been taken?

- It seems inconceivable it could be any of our servants.

I suppose we must face the possibility.

- Who was in the house this morning?

- Well, Hudson, Mrs. Bridges and Rose came to the service.

So that leaves Edward and Ruby, Sarah and Robert.

- Has Hudson been informed?

-[Marjorie] No, not yet.

- Well, I'd better see him.

- I take it that the police should be informed?

- No, no need for that yet, Ms. Hodges.

We can usually settle our own difficulties.

- But surely--

- And I don't think Lady Southwold would wish it either.

- No, she's too upset even to think about it.

And I better go up to her.

- If I may have a word with you, Mr. Bellamy.

- Well.

- I didn't like to speak while Lady Marjorie was present,

but I think I may be able to throw some light

on this unfortunate affair.

- Yes, Ms. Hodges.

- I saw Ms. Roberts outside the bedroom

just after we returned this morning.

The door was open.

She could have been coming out.

She offered no adequate explanation

when I asked her what her business was.

- Well, couldn't she simply have been passing?

(door shuts)

Thank you, Ms. Hodges.

- I thought you should know.

- Yes, thank you.

- Well, if you wanna know what I think,

I think Ms. Hodges has taken it.

- Ms. Hodges?

- Supercilious woman.

- Well, she's the obvious one, isn't she?

I mean, she's got every opportunity she wants,

but she chose this morning to put the blame on one of us.

- She's a clergyman's daughter.

- From Cromer.

- Ah, is she, Rose?

Who told you that?

- God told her.

- Edward.

- Lady Marjorie told Ms. Roberts.

- I don't know what we're all making such a fuss about.

We don't even know if it's been pinched yet.

- Don't know if what's been pinched yet, eh?

- Haven't you heard, there's a broach stolen

from Lady Southwold's bedroom.

- Ah, is there?

- And we're all under suspicion.

- Not all of us, Ms. Roberts.

- Some of us above suspicion, eh, Mrs. B?

- What do you mean, not all of us, Mrs. Bridges?

I'd like to know what you mean by that.

- Mrs. Bridges means that some of us

were at the memorial service this morning.

- Some of us have spent 17 years in this house

without a blot on their character.

- Nobody's accusing you, Ms. Roberts.

- Just a few discrete questions, Hudson.

Not a full scale investigation.

I don't want alarm a despondency.

Do you think you can handle that?

- I'll do my best, sir.

- And if nothing comes to light,

we shall have to call the police.

If only to appease the ladies.

But that must be a last resort, do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

Oh come on, Hudson, don't take it so personally.

- I'm sorry, sir, but when a member of the staff

is openly accused of theft--

- Nobody was openly accused of anything.

Ms. Hodges was just simply trying to assist.

- Was she, sir?

- What do you mean?

Has there been trouble between Ms. Hodges and the staff?

- Not trouble, no sir, but

there is a certain feeling which may have been the cause.

- Well, that's for you to discover.

- Very good, sir.

- And Hudson.

I want to be kept fully informed of all developments.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, can't you put it together again, Thomas?

I thought it would have been easier

with all your mechanical skills.

- Ah, don't you worry about me, love,

just get me a beer, will you?

From the bench, over there.

- Hope your business friend don't drop by.

Won't be very impressed, will he?

Not if you're gonna mend his motor cars for him.

- Who said that's what I was gonna do?

- Well, that's what you were discussing, ya?

- Sharp little ears you've got, haven't you?

- Ouch!

- Yes, I've always noticed your sharp little ears.

- There's no need to get personal, Thomas.

- Isn't there?

Well, that's what you're doing, innit,

getting into my personal affairs.

- When one is used, Thomas, as you have used me,

one's got a bloody right to know.

- Use you?

Well, I don't know what you mean.

- I mean the wine.

- Oh, that.

- Oh, that, yeah.

Wasn't easy, you know.

Nearly got caught.

And if I had been, I'd been branded as a thief.

They might have thought I took the broach,

yeah, think of that.

- He's been in his pantry a long time.

What's he writing in there?

Does he still want to see us, Rose?

- That's what he said, didn't he?

- Well, I'm not staying up all night waiting on his time.

- He thinks he's Sherlock Holmes.

He'll be playing his violin next.

- You're familiar with works of Sir Arthur, Edward?

- Sir Arthur Edward?

- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes.

You've graduated from Petty Dreadfuls

to the Strand Magazine, have you?

- No, Mr. Hudson.

Then I'd advice you to stop making references

to things you're ignorant of, my boy.

Come in here with me.

I won't keep you waiting long, Ms. Roberts.

Now, don't be frightened, Edward.

I just want you to tell me, quite simply,

what you did while we were at the Abbey this morning.

- What I did, Mr. Hudson?

Well, nothing, honest.

- You did nothing?

Didn't you go about your duties?

- Oh, yes, I did those, I did my duties.

- Were you on your own for any of the time?

-[Edward] Some of it, yes.

- Upstairs?

- Yes.

But I never went near Lady Southwold's bedroom.

I had no need to go near it.

- Did you know of anyone who did go near it for any reason?

- Um. - Think hard now, Edward.

- Well, Rose, well I mean she would have to

earlier to make the beds.

- Apart from Rose.

No one?

- No, Mr. Hudson.

I was down here most of the time with Sarah.

- Sarah.

- Yeah, she was teaching Ruby to read

with those colored bricks.

You know, the ones with letters on.

Oh, she went up and brought them from the nursery.

(laughter)

- Oh, there you are Sarah.

Mr. Hudson wants to see you.

- Me, Rose, what about?

- What do you think it's about?

- Sorry it wasn't finished earlier.

You can have it in the morning, alright?

- Hurry up, don't keep him waiting.

- Well, what can I do for you, Rose?

Something on your mind?

- Sarah.

- Oh yeah?

What about her?

- She's spending too much time over here.

Mr. Hudson don't approve.

- Oh, doesn't he?

Now, why is that?

- Well, she's neglecting her duties.

- Ah, come on, Rose, she doesn't have any duties

with Ms. Elizabeth and the baby away at sea.

She's bored.

She comes here for a bit of company, that's all.

- Well, nothing to do with me.

I'm not concerned.

- Aren't you?

- It's Mr. Hudson.

She might be in trouble, that's all.

I didn't think you'd want that.

- Oh, I don't think either of us would want that,

would we, Rose, caring for her the way we do.

- What do you mean?

What did you mean by that?

- What'd I say, Rose?

No more.

Don't mind if I have a wash, do you?

I'm a bit grimy.

Only had a cat lick, yesterday.

- I can't make you out, Thomas Watkins.

I don't understand you.

Still you always was twisty.

- Twisty?

- Mm, in Greenwich, before you'd come here.

Always got your own way.

- I didn't get you, did I?

- No.

That's cause you didn't really want me.

- Didn't I?

- Look, all I'm saying is don't ruin Sarah's life.

She's made some mistakes in the past,

but she's made up for them.

And now, just when she's got things straight,

she don't want you to go leading her astray.

Do you understand?

See, Sarah's like a sister to me.

And I don't want to see her getting hurt.

Not by somebody like you, anyhow.

- Nice sisterly concern, you're showing to, innit?

By leading her astray, I take you mean

going to bed with her, do you?

- That and other things.

- What other things?

What other things?

- There's a broach missing, in case you haven't heard.

It was stolen this morning when

we was at the memorial service and Sarah was in the house.

- There were others.

- Who, Edward and Ms. Roberts?

But she is the obvious one, isn't she?

- Well, she would be pleased to hear you say that,

wouldn't she, eh?

Her sisterly best friend.

You think she stole it for me, do you, is that it?

You think I made her?

You've got a nasty mind, Rose.

A nasty, dirty little mind and you take it

out of here fast before I lose my temper.

- Ah, I just hope that-- - Get out of my room!

- Honestly, Mr. Hudson, I didn't know

I was doing wrong bringing it down.

I thought I was doing something worthwhile

for once in me life.

I mean sitting up there all day long doing nothing

and Ruby can't read.

- Alright, Sarah.

- Ms. Roberts, would you come with me, please?

- What has that vicious woman been saying about me?

- I beg your pardon, Ms. Roberts?

- What lies has she been spreading?

- Who?

- That Ms. Hodges, of course.

I didn't go in the room, I only looked in to see

if there was anyone there.

I didn't take anything.

It's her, she had the opportunity, she did it

and now she's trying to blame me.

Has anyone questioned her?

- Now, please, calm yourself, Ms. Roberts.

Sit down.

- Or is she too high and mighty.

Protected by the church, perhaps being a vicker's daughter.

She comes into this house.

Does anyone know anything about her?

Has anyone checked her past?

Oh, they do, you know, I know these companion creatures.

- They do what?

- Attach themselves to the aristocracy

and ingratiate themselves.

It's the money they're after, it's only the money they want.

- Ah, but she's been with Lady Southwold

for over 10 years, Ms. Roberts.

- 10 years.

And how long have I been here, Mr. Hudson?

Nearly 17.

Does that count for nothing?

Is my whole life to be tossed aside

on the word of some scheming stranger.

- Oh, please, Ms. Roberts.

- What's going on in there?

What's all that catawolding about?

- Oh, it's, ah, Ms. Roberts, Mrs. B.

- She's being questioned by Mr. Hudson.

- Questioned?

(crying)

- What on earth could have possessed Hudson?

Was he out of his mind?

- My dear, he was acting under my instructions.

- Your instructions?

What instructions?

And why wasn't I informed?

- He was making discrete inquires among the servants and--

- Discrete inquiries.

- Just let me finish.

Before Hudson could ask Roberts a question,

she became hysterical and quite out of control.

- That's Hudson's version, I suppose.

-[Richard] It's the truth.

- Richard, he accused her of theft.

- He didn't, it was that dreadful woman, Hodges.

Your mother must get rid of her.

- Well, that's for mother to decide, surely.

Meanwhile, I'm left with a badly upset Roberts on my hand.

It's most inconvenient.

She'll have to be sent to the country to get over it.

-[Richard] You really believe she's innocent?

- Well, of course, do you think I don't know my own maid?

- Well, who in God's name has taken it?

- We'll leave that for your sleuth to find out.

(sighs)

- Hello?

- Hello.

- Oh, sorry, didn't know you've gone to bed.

- Ah, no, it's alright, I'm just reading.

- Reading? - Yeah.

- Reading.

- Motor Carriages.

- Well, do yo understand all that?

- Well, I'm beginning to, like the rest of the world.

Now what do you want?

You could get into trouble

coming in here this time of night.

- Trouble?

Who from?

- Well, I was thinking of Mr. Hudson, actually.

- Oh, I can handle him.

- You're very chirpy.

Do you want some cocoa?

- No, no thanks, just had some.

What are these?

- They're peppermints.

Now what do you want?

- Nothing!

Just came to tell you they caught the thief.

- Oh, have they?

- It was Ms. Roberts.

She confessed to Mr. Hudson.

You should have heard her carry on.

Screaming the place down, she was.

I'm surprised you didn't hear it up here.

- Yeah, well, I was reading, you know, like I said.

- Oh, yeah.

Funny it should be Ms. Roberts, eh?

I mean, what's she have to gain by it?

She wouldn't know how to get rid of the broach

and if she did, what would she do with the money?

Don't like her much but I feel sorry for her.

What a life, eh?

All them years of devoted sewing and hairdressing

and packing, nowhere to go.

Just a lonely old spinster, poor old cow.

They say it makes you peculiar, going without--

- Is that what they say, now?

- No.

- What do you mean?

That's what you came for, isn't it?

You didn't come to tell me about lonely old spinsters

with light fingers.

I mean, that sort of thing could have waited

til the morning, couldn't it?

It's provocation coming into a man's bedroom

this time of night.

- It's not late, it's only nine o'clock.

- Early to bed, early to rise.

- What will Rose say?

- Rose?

- She'll miss me, she'll wonder where I am.

- Well, look, you don't have to

stay the whole night, do you?

- That's true.

- Here, hang on a minute, what's the rush?

Here, take it easy.

Easy, that's better.

- She'll find out.

- What? - Rose.

She'll find out, I know she will.

I can't keep nothing from her.

- What does it matter, she's not your keeper.

What's it matter if the whole world knows, eh?

- You wouldn't mind?

- How do you mean?

- You love me?

You're not ashamed of me?

- No, no, why should I be?

- Oh, come on, then.

- Sarah couldn't do it, not on her own.

Of course, she could be persuaded into it,

by another influence.

- Another--

what do you mean, Rose?

- Come on, speak your mind, my girl.

- Well, she's been keeping a lot of company

with Mr. Watkins, lately.

- Thomas?

Whatever gave you that idea.

- It's no idea, Mrs. Bridges, there's evidence.

Mr. Watkins has had a visitor down at the garage.

A man.

- Oh, now you mention it,

I do remember seeing a strange man coming out of the garage.

- You think Sarah might have taken the broach

and given it to Mr. Watkins.

- Who, in turn, would pass it on to a criminal

in the underworld.

- She means a fence.

- Oh, why would Sarah help him?

Is she in love with him?

- I don't know about that.

But they are definitely very chummy.

- Then fetch Mr. Watkins, will you, Rose?

I want to talk to him.

- At this time of night?

- Oh yes, it is a wee bit late.

I'll see him in the morning, first thing.

I don't know Mrs. Bridges.

I don't seem to know my staff anymore.

- Four brothers, three sisters.

I was number five to appear.

- They must miss you.

- No.

No, because I blotted my copy washing.

Went off on my own, let the side down.

"Good riddance," was the cry I heard ringing in my ears.

My oldest brother, Quinn, used to own

a bicycle shop where I used to work.

"I would come back and buy you out

"so you can retired prematurely

"and sit on your back side, you lazy bastard."

That was my parting shot.

So it's pride, you see.

- Yeah.

That's like me in this house.

I left through the front door once,

and I swore I'd show her, but I didn't.

They found me in the street and brought me back

like a bleeding lost dog.

- Yeah, well they won't do that with me.

- You're going?

- Yeah.

Yeah, this man Donaldson, his father owns the garage I take

the Rolls Royce for fitmans.

They noticed me.

I impressed him and we got to talking

and he wants to open up on his own.

He's a skilled mechanic, but it won't just be that.

He wants to go into teaching

and extend his interest to racing.

No saying where it might lead to.

Partnership is what he hinted at.

So, that's what he was doing down here, see?

- You like it here.

- Ay, but it doesn't stretch me, see love?

I mean I'm only 33 already and top of my line.

Chauffer, dead end.

I'm bored.

No chance to use my brains and I've got brains.

- When you ... when you gonna go?

- On about Christmas, if everything goes to plan.

- What about us?

- Us?

How do you mean?

- What about us?

- Well, I don't know.

Have to see how it goes.

Whenever everything goes alright,

you could come with me.

- Ruby, it's green Dutch sauce for luncheon this morning,

so hurry up with that and come and pound the parsley.

- Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh, Edward, out of my way,

I'm busy. - Sorry.

Hey, what's going to happen to Ms. Roberts?

- She's gone to St. Orbans for a few days

to stay with a friend.

- Is she coming back?

- I don't know.

- Edward, fetch out the potatoes.

Ruby, hurry up and come and pound that parsley.

-[Edward] Morning, Sarah.

- Morning.

- Where was you last night?

- What do you mean?

I was in bed same time as usual.

- No you wasn't, not to start off with,

cause I looked in your room.

- Oh, spying on me, was you?

- No, just wanted to have a word with you

and you wasn't there.

- Ah, I went for a stroll.

- Unaccompanied?

- Of course, it's not a crime, is it?

There's a full moon.

- You want to be careful Jack the Ripper don't get you.

- Haven't you got any work to do, Sarah.

- No, Mr. Hudson, I'm on holiday 'til

Miss Elizabeth and the baby get back.

- Here, do this.

I've got all them gloves to stretch.

-[Tom] Good morning, Mrs. Bridges.

-[Mrs. Bridges] Good morning, Tom.

-[Tom] Morning, Edward.

-[Edward] Thomas.

-[Tom] Morning Ruby.

-[Ruby] Morning.

- Morning, Sarah.

- Oh, good morning, Thomas.

- Rose.

Morning, Mr. Hudson.

- I want to see you, Mr. Watkins.

- Now?

Well I'd say it's not very convenient, at the moment,

Mr. Hudson, I've got to take the motorcar

to the garage for a fitment.

Mr. Bellamy wants it at 11 o'clock.

- This won't take long.

- What now, Mr. Hudson, what can I do for you?

- I understand you had a visitor yesterday?

- Oh, did I?

Now, who told you that?

- What was his business with you?

- Well, now, Mr. Hudson, I don't see

how that's any business of yours.

It's a free country.

I can entertain who I'd like.

- Not if it involves the security of this household,

you can't.

- I'm not sure I'm with you there, Mr. Hudson.

You mean, you fear he might be a fire raiser or something?

- Don't try and be clever with me.

Tell me who he is.

- No, no, I won't, Mr. Hudson.

- Why not?

- Because I don't choose to and I don't see you have any

right to ask me.

- Then I must draw my own conclusions, Mr. Watkins.

- You can draw whatever damn conclusion you'd like,

it's of no interest to me.

- She was only doing her duty.

She saw your maid behaving suspiciously.

She told Richard.

What happened after that was not her fault.

- Well, I'm sorry, Ms. Hodges, if I upset you.

- Well, we don't want any unpleasantness.

I quite realize that I am being an encumbrance.

I think we'd better leave.

- No, mother.

- I think it best.

This whole business has been conducted

most unfortunately.

I blame you, Richard, largely.

The police should have been informed.

There should have been a proper investigation

and by this time the culprit would have been behind bars.

Instead, he's running free.

Marjorie has upset Hodges.

I'm upset and everything's in a turmoil.

- I'm sorry you feel that way, Mable, dear.

I brought you some comforting news.

If the broach is not recovered, the insurance is in order.

- Insurance.

What comfort is that to me?

The value of that broach cannot be measured in money.

Pack our cases, Hodges.

- Mother, I insist you can't leave.

You have no where to go.

- I have plenty of places to go, Marjorie.

I should go to Barrets and have a rest.

- Barrets is too hot this time of year.

- I shall stay in the shade.

Come on, Hodges.

- Oh dear.

- Let her do as she wishes.

She's bound to be a little irrational at this moment.

I'm amazed she took that woman Hodges' side against you.

- That's easy to see.

She knows it's Hodges, not us,

she's going to need from now on.

- Yes, Hudson, what is it?

- If I might have a word with you, sir?

-[Richard] Yes, what about?

- About the investigation.

There's been a development.

- Well, you can tell me later, Richard.

I'd better go and talk to mother.

- A development?

- Concerning Mr. Watkins, sir.

- Thomas?

- Yeah.

- Mr. Bellamy wants to see ya.

- Ah, well, he'll have to wait.

- No, Thomas, it's urgent.

- What's it about?

-[Sarah] I don't know but Mr. Hudson said

to come and get you quick.

- Oh, I have Donaldson coming in five minutes.

- I'll look after him for ya.

- Ay.

Yeah, give him some of that wine, will you?

- Do you want me to take him upstairs

or stay down here with him?

- No, take him upstairs.

There's no room to move down here with this

bloody perambulator.

- Alright, I'll go have a little tidy up, then.

- Ay, there's a good girl.

- Oh, hello, Mr. Donaldson, I was expecting ya.

- Hello.

Sarah, isn't it?

- Yeah, that's right.

Mr. Watkins had to pop out for a few moments.

He shouldn't be long.

Can I offer you a little drop of wine?

(knocking at door)

- You wanted to see me, sir?

- Yes, Watkins, come in.

Now then, what's all this about a visitor?

-[Tom] A visitor, sir?

- Yes, yes, man, come on, now don't waste my time.

Hudson says this fellow's been coming to see you.

Now, who is he?

- Just a friend, sir. - A friend?

What do you mean?

What sort of friend?

- He's just a friend.

- Watkins, a very valuable broach has been stolen

from this house.

- Yes, I know that, sir.

- A suspicious character is seen to visit you.

You won't say who he is.

- Oh, I'm beginning to understand, sir.

You think and Ms. Roberts had a league together.

She's steals the broach, gives it to me, and I get rid of it

through one of my underworld connections.

Yes, that's a plausible theory sir.

- Don't be so damned inpugnant.

Watkins, I am giving you every chance.

- Yes and that's just what I don't like.

If you forgive my saying so, sir.

A feeling of a need to justify myself

when I consider there's no cause.

Now I haven't been here long, like some,

I know that, but I think I've done some good service here.

Handled a few difficult situations.

Earned myself a bit of credit.

But if you don't think so, sir,

I think the best thing for all concerned

is for me to hand in my resignation.

- No, no, Watkins, don't be so sensitive.

I have no complaints about your work or your conduct.

But in cases like this, we have to explore all avenues.

- The man in question is called Donaldson, sir.

Son of Mr. Donaldson, proprietor of the garage,

who I believe is known personally to you.

- Young Archie?

- We share an interest in the latest type of motorcar, sir.

He's integrity's not in question, is it, sir?

- What exactly do you mean, Mr. Donaldson?

- Oh, I think I've made myself quite clear, haven't I?

- But you led him to understand

that you was gonna offer him something.

- Well, yes, it is an offer, subject to negotiation.

-[Hudson] Oh, my lady.

- Yes, Hudson.

- There's a gentleman from Cartier's to see you.

- From Cartier's?

- Forgive my intrusion, my lady.

But your husband came to see us this morning

about a diamond broach belonging to your mother,

Lady Southwold.

- Yes?

- He said it was missing, possibly stolen,

and he was inquiring about the insurance.

- Yes, is there some problem?

- About the insurance?

No, no, no.

- Watkins, we shall need the motor this evening.

- Very good, sir.

- Richard, someone's here from Cartier's about the broach.

- Oh, come in, come in.

- I have it here, sir.

Lady Southwold left it with us to have a stone reset.

That's why we were puzzled by your inquiry, sir.

She left it about a week ago.

It was, in fact, ready yesterday,

but we decided not to deliver it

in view of Lord Southwold's memorial service.

- Thank you, thank you very much.

- She must have forgotten, I expect,

what with her sad bereavement.

- Yes, yes, thank you.

- Well, well, Mr. Hudson.

It's not the first time you've had it in for me.

Lucky for you, I'm a forgiving man, isn't it?

- You will, you know.

- Oh, no you won't.

I won't let you.

I love him.

I love --

- Hello, Thomas.

- Let go of her.

- But we were just--

- Let her go!

- She's only the servant girl, isn't she?

Fair game.

Well, I must be on my way.

I have another appointment, I'm afraid.

You shouldn't have kept me waiting, you know.

(punching)

(yelling)

(crashing)

(grunting)

(glass breaking)

(grunting)

(breaking)

(grunting)

(yelling)

- Honestly, Rose!

He was a brute.

He had me pinned down on Thomas's own bed.

He had my frock half off.

- Well, I don't see any torn bits?

- No, well, I mended it.

And then, Thomas come in,

and I have never before seen such a look on any man's face.

It was plain cold fury.

- Why?

- Why, why, Rose?

- Why plain cold fury?

- Because he ... he respects me.

- Poo.

- He does, Rose, he respects me.

And he saw that my honor was in danger

from his brutish business partner.

- What about his business?

- I don't suppose he'll be leaving, now?

- No, not this time.

But one day, Rose.

One day, he will.

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