All language subtitles for hetty.feather.s04e02

It can't be. Lady Grenford.
My lady's maid, Brody,

will cover housekeeping duties
whilst we're here.

There's really no need.

What's that? Come on.

The elder boy is stronger
than I'd imagined,

and now there's another heir
to worry about.

But I'm not giving up on
Calendar Hall just yet.

No-one's taking your son anywhere.
That's what they said about Charles.

Charles? He was my baby.

But where is he now?

So this is it. We have our jobs,
our place, our lives.

And all we have to do
is mind our own business.

Except sometimes,
we just can't help looking.

Even when we know that
all we'll find is trouble.

Why didn't you wake me?! I tried!
Has anyone noticed?

Sheila!

Mrs Calendar!

What are you doing here?
It's Charles. He needs changing.

Charles? I mean William.
William, yes. William, my son.

I need more baby clothes for him.

Then you should ring.
You don't have to get them yourself.

Thank you.

Of course, I've never gone
looking for trouble.

I don't have to.

It finds me anyway.

Really, Sheila, you do know
what today is?

The christening.
And you know who's coming?

Everyone who matters to this family.

What's that? We're just getting
the bread ready.

Well, that should have been started
hours ago. Where's the cake?

The pantry?

Sweetbreads, oysters,
meringues, wafers.

By noon.

Well, come on!
What are you standing around for?

You'll want to get the cake out.

Agnes, there's no cake
and none of this.

I thought today would be a good time
for a little clean-up.

What about the christening?

Oh, that's all in hand for next
week. The ingredients are on order.

Don't you mind about that.
It's today.

They're called that because
they look for dark places.

Where did you find him?
Out in the folly.

You're right, I think he was hiding.

There you are. Good.

You can keep yourself busy in here.

Why aren't you working? He is.
I gave him the job of finding...

His job is gardening -
which he does abysmally, I may say.

It's a mess out there.
I'm sorry, milady...

I don't want sorry.
I want it seen to. Get on with it.

It's my fault, Lady Grenford.

He was only trying to please me.

You encourage them to be idle,
then they become spoilt.

And once they're spoilt,
they're not good for anything.

But what if they're just trying
to help? Well, they may seem to be,

but in truth, they seek only
their own advantage.

And once they have the advantage,
it soon becomes apparent

in a slovenly household
with quiet insolence,

any excuse to be idle.

Then people will talk, Master Edwin.

They will talk. So? Let them talk.

We should live how we choose.
Nobody lives how they choose.

There are responsibilities,
there is reputation.

"Live as they choose."

Why are you closing the shutters?

Because sunlight is not good
for you, as you know.

But I'll be going outside later,
to meet the guests. Outside?

After what happened last time?

Dearie me.

BABY COOING
Sh! It's all right.

Sh! I'm here.

They're so alone, aren't they?
So helpless.

I can't bear to think of it,
sometimes.

Not if they have their mother.

What are you saying?
I didn't mean...

I know what you meant. You think
I've betrayed my first-born.

You think I've abandoned him.

No, you had no choice. Choice?

I may have said things
when I was sick - odd things.

That didn't give you
the right to listen.

Do you understand me?
Yes, I understand.

I shall ring if I need
further assistance.

BABY CRYING

Sheila, what are you doing
upstairs? Fetching. Don't ask.

The kitchen's upside down,
nothing's ready,

and if Lady Grenford doesn't
kill us, Brody will.

At least she's not Matron.

I still get nightmares thinking
she's going to drag me away

and lock me in the tench again.

I don't suppose anything
could be worse than that.

Idling? Standing about?

Sorry, milady.
Look at you, both of you.

Hair dishevelled, aprons askew.

Mrs Calendar's dress is
being delivered this morning.

I expect her to be ready to greet
the guests when they arrive.

Take care of it. I will, my lady.

And none of this strolling in
when she feels like it.

Front of the house,
impeccably dressed.

It's on your head. Off you go.

There will be some changes in this
place, and not before time.

George! These girls,
these foundling creatures,

they're quite impossible.
They're unruly, untidy, impertinent.

They need a housekeeper
to keep them in line.

Well, do you happen to have
anyone in mind?

But according to Mr Darwin,
we have evolved over time,

the fittest surviving, you see.

And by that means,
we have always been...

Lady Grenford, good morning.

What's going on?
This is Henry, my tutor.

We were just attending
to my schooling.

You're Lord Goodall's boy,
aren't you? He is my father, ma'am.

And you have decided that her head
is best filled with nonsense.

I see now. Medicine.

Dress well, get a good husband.
That's all you need to worry about.

And the dressmaker is upstairs.

Go on. She's waiting for you.

Really, do I have to repeat myself?

Very well, Lady Grenford.

And there will be no more
unsupervised lessons.

Do you understand me?

If people should hear of this, you
will become the object of gossip.

And who would have you then?
Presumably not the good husband

more interested in my dress
than my conversation.

Hm? What was that?

Nothing, Lady Grenford.

I shan't keep the dressmaker
waiting any longer.

You see? She has ideas already.

You will forgive me, I hope,

if I have been responsible
for giving her any.

Mrs Calendar?

I have to say, the kitchen was
unprepared this morning,

but I can assure you
the food will be ready. Oh, good.

You're doing an excellent job.
Thank you, sir.

And I'm sure once you've
appointed a permanent housekeeper,

things will be much improved.

I can't breathe! Stop it!

You didn't measure it properly.

You didn't get me someone
who knows how to stitch a rag,

never mind attempt to make a dress.
You look delightful, Emily.

It's hideous. I asked for blue.
This isn't even white.

I believe it's ivory.
I didn't ask for ivory.

Yes, you did.

But look at it,
it's a ghastly colour.

If that woman's hoping I'll attract
some lumbering oaf

with a drunk butler and a horse
he loves more than me...

Would you leave us for a moment?
Certainly.

What are you talking about?

The dragon - Lady Grenford.

She thinks she can tell me who I can
and cannot speak to.

She threw dear Henry out on his ear.

Well, then, I shall apologise
to Henry.

You should throw Lady Grenford
out on her ear.

Lady Grenford is here to help us.

I don't want her help,
I don't need her help.

Tell her to leave me alone.

Can we not be sensible,
just for today?

For Rosamund. And William.

My godmother can be forceful
at times,

but she knows the ways of the world.

We have some very important people
coming today,

and in spite of how you feel,

I should like us to make
a favourable impression.

Would that be acceptable to you,
Emily?

Thank you.

And by the way, you look splendid.

Doesn't she?
I think she looks like a pudding.

I knew it. This is ridiculous!
I told you.

Well, whatever you look like,

I shall expect you in the garden
at noon.

Proceed.

Sorry, I'm not allowed,
Master Edwin.

If I can't explore the garden,
I can at least look at it.

I used to explore with my father.

He knows all about insects
and trees. Lots of things.

Then perhaps you could
do me a favour?

Pop this little fella back
in his house near the folly.

I'm sorry, sir.
I can't do that either, sir.

Well, if you see Gideon or Jack,

would you say I've got a job
for them?

I will, sir, if I see them.

Mrs Calendar?

Vegetables to Judy, dear.
Then you clean the meat.

Stoke that fire.

What do you want?
We've been working hard.

Gideon was saying as how
maybe some elevenses

wouldn't go amiss right now.
There's no elevenses.

And there's no time
for you layabouts!

"Working hard"!
Be off with you!

Sorry I asked.

Jack, Gideon, Master Edwin
said he wanted to see you

about some horrid beetle thing.
Right, thanks.

She said leave him be, didn't she,
that fiend woman?

But he's our master.
I'd be insolent not to go.

And insolent if you do.

It's true enough, girl.

Trouble's all you get,
whatever you do.

Now stop your chatting,
get back to work.

He's alone and he's nice to us,
which most aren't!

Hey, come on.

What are you doing here? I thought
you were helping Mrs Calendar.

I am, my lady. And is she ready?
I could send the dressmaker,

although I think she's with
Miss Constance at the moment.

Mrs Calendar is very pleased
with her dress, my lady.

Excellent. The vicar's arrived.
Is my wife ready to join us?

Very nearly, sir.
She, er, requested flowers.

We have flowers.

From the garden. Wild flowers.
Her favourite.

Very well. Be quick.

Flowers. My dear wife.

By day's end, you will be
housekeeper here, I promise you.

Then we'll see some changes.

That maid, the one with red hair.
I don't trust her.

Hetty Feather.
I'll keep an eye on her.

Do. I know her type.

She thinks she's clever,
but I know she's up to something.

At your service, Master Edwin.

It's a bit dark in here, isn't it?
Exactly! No light, no fun.

Anyway, come on, we've got
a creature to release.

You mean this fellow?

Jack and I could take him
back to the folly.

No, no. It has to be me.
Why's that? It needs an expert.

To open a jar?
Are you an entomologist?

I hope not.

An entomologist is someone who knows
all about insects,

and that's why it's got to be me.

I'd like to, sir, but it looks like
she took your chair.

I think I've got just the thing.

It's lovely to see you again,
Godfrey. Thank you. And you.

It's a pity we couldn't
get the bishop.

You've a little way to go, George.

This time next year,

nobody will refuse an invitation
to the Calendars.

I hope you're right.

Of course, it does rather depend on
getting the household up to scratch.

I think you know what I'm saying.

Can you spare her? I can't!

But I consider your needs
to be more important.

Lord and Lady Goodall have arrived,
Mr Calendar, with their son Henry.

Yes, thank you.

Brody...

The position of housekeeper...

..it's yours, if you would like
to take it up.

That's very kind of you, sir,
but I'm employed by her ladyship.

A gift to my godson.

Of course, I shall miss you
horribly.

Then I accept, and I promise
to serve you and the family

to the very best of my abilities.
Splendid. And welcome.

Morning, Lady Goodall.

Not too dusty for you, sir?
It's not the dust I'm worried about.

Spiders? Ghosts.

There's no such thing as...

SCREAMING

That wasn't funny.
Oh, Gideon, it was.

Really not funny.

Mrs Calendar?

Mrs Calendar!

Mrs Calendar?

Hetty, I spoke harshly to you.
I'm so sorry.

Please, it doesn't matter.
I'm not like them, really.

I'm not one of them.
You're better than all of them.

The guests are here.
We should get you ready.

William's christening.

William.

They're saying
he's my first-born son.

Well, it doesn't matter
what they say.

But I already have a son - Charles -
and now we're saying I haven't.

How could I deny him again?

Well, they're very amiable.

And Henry, it would seem,
is fond of Emily.

Perhaps a match is not
out of the question.

Amiable to your face, George, but
I'm afraid he's made it very clear

his son will only marry
into a landed family.

And Emily needs settling shortly.
She's becoming wayward.

And as soon as people know of that,
she won't have any prospects at all.

In fact, I was just thinking,
quite recently,

about a young man
you really should consider.

Good breeding, upright,

and he happens to be...
Ah, Constance...

..my grandson.

..you're looking unusually
presentable this afternoon.

Where is your sister?
Shouting at someone.

I would have thought Rosamund
would be here by now.

Oh, I can send for her.
It's all right.

I expect she's fussing
with her hair.

Where's Edwin?
He preferred to stay inside. Really?

It's not fair. He gets to do
what he wants,

and I have to talk to
all these boring people.

Miss Constance, come back here.
He's not in good sorts today.

We should leave him be.

The worst thing

was when I didn't even know
who my mother was.

I knew nothing about her.

I didn't even know why she...

Abandoned you.

Of course, I wondered if
I wasn't good enough,

or if she didn't care.

But I never hated her.

Not for a moment.

Whatever she'd done,
whatever her reasons,

she was my mother.

You never forgot her.

How could I?

BABY CRIES

But today is William's day.

HE needs you.

He needs his mother.

Farewell, my friend.
Enjoy your liberty.

Scurrying about,
doing what beetles do.

I'm not sure that will be wise, sir.

I can be wise when I'm old.
Now, let's have some fun.

If we tripped and
you got hurt again...

I don't mind a few bruises.
..WE'D get into trouble.

You won't, I promise.

As an officer and a gentleman,
you have my word.

We won't go too fast. We will.

Faster!

Where is she? Would you like me
to fetch her?

Thank you.

Shall we begin?

Faster, faster!
All right!

You think this is funny?

You really think this is funny?

Gideon, no!

Defend me, Jack.

By the end of today, some of you
will be packing your things.

And that comes from who -
Mr Calendar or that Lady Grenford?

It comes from me,
your new housekeeper.

And I will not permit
disobedience or sloppiness.

I heard about you, scrambling into
the village to buy ingredients.

How could you expect to prepare
a luncheon on this scale

with no planning?

The full menu?

Except for the meringues.
We didn't have time for them.

Well, that's exactly
what I'm talking about.

This is...

..disappointing.

Quickly. We need to sit down.

You there.
Emily, you at the end, please.

Quickly. George.

Now, where's Constance?
There she is.

Come and sit down, Constance.

Hair, tidy. We know how you like
to look nice.

And perhaps a smile?

Smile, everybody!

Hello, Father!

My lords, ladies and gentlemen,
tea is served in the conservatory.

You two are dismissed
from service immediately. Now, go!

But Lady Grenford, I gave them
my word they'd come to no harm.

Then you have learned not to make
promises you cannot keep.

I said be gone, or I shall
set the dogs on you.

Today, of all days.

How could you, Edwin?

I just wanted to explore,
like we used to.

Now, everyone shall talk of me

as a man who can't even
govern his own children.

When did everyone become
more important than us?

Kindly take him back to the library,
and then...

And then leave,
as Lady Grenford commanded.

Father. Father!

It's not enough to chastise him,
George. The boy must be sent away.

I've obtained a place for Edwin

at an institution where they will
take good care of him.

But this is his home.
This is Calendar Hall.

It is no place for that unsightly
blight on your good name.

You tried to shut him away,
didn't you?

This morning.

Well, let me tell you, he is my son,

and if my prospects are best served
by abandoning my own child,

then I have no interest in them.

Thank you for your help today,
but I think you've done enough.

As you wish.

Please, it's just something
to remind me.

Of what happens to poor idiots
who step out of line?

Of what it was like
to laugh with friends.

Ready, gentlemen?

Well, take it.

I've instructed the housekeeper
to give you extra duties

by way of penance.
We're not dismissed?

Against my better judgment.

Now, be off with you.

You put them in danger, Edwin.

It is our responsibility
to maintain the order of things.

Everyone in their place.

But you're right.

I haven't laughed in a long time.

Can I at least have
the shutters open?

Shutters?
Shouldn't worry about those.

Keep your eye on Emily.

They can't afford a love match.
and neither can we. I will, my lady.

You asked me about Hetty.

I think she knows something
about Mrs Calendar,

something interesting.

A secret. Good. Very good.

Work on her. Gain her trust.

I shall be back when they beg for me
- which they will.

I do hope we have some cake left.

Edwin, you must tell me of your
discoveries in the garden.

Well, I think I've mostly discovered
how to smell horribly.

You did well today,
with Mrs Calendar.

I know she was feeling rather tired.

Thank you.

Hetty...

It's not easy being in service.
I know.

I worked my way up from nothing.

And though I may have a job to do,
I can be a friend,

if you need a friend.

And if you need someone to talk to,

someone to confide in
about anything.

If, say,

the mistress had a problem,
and you thought you could help

but you weren't sure
if you should...?

What sort of problem?
With Mrs Calendar?

No. Just...

Just asking if.

Then you speak to me, from now on.

Thank you.

This may not be the future
I dreamed of,

but it's better than the past
I left behind.

Will you help me?

To find Charles?

Wherever he is, he needs to know
that I had no choice.

Will you help me?

But where shall I look?

There is someone.

She persuaded me to give him up.

A friend then, but I know her now
to be a vile women.

She's not difficult to find.
She's in jail.

Gertrude Bottomley...

..whom you would call...

..Matron.

But sometimes, the past
just won't leave you alone.

They finally got what they wanted,
one that's not broken.

Hey, you're not broken.

Have you been crying?
Is this about Mrs Calendar?

Who are you? The new scullery maid.
But I'm the scullery maid.

Get down here right now! I shan't!

This is my house!
This is my job.

Who did this?

Would you like to play
hide and seek again, Sheila?