All language subtitles for hetty.feather.s04e07.hdtv.x264-deadpool

Samuel Buscombe.

If I'm to be a doctor, I need to
study modern science,

not medieval witchery.

Science! You seen my, erm...

..thingy. Oh, what's it called?

Menu? It's going to take time to
gain her trust.

Perhaps I see a girl troubled with
the things that she cannot speak of.

We could share secrets.

Am I safe from prison?

Yes, we are all safe now.

Remember, you mustn't tell anyone
about this.

Perhaps Rosamund Calendar should be
reminded of the son she cruelly

gave away. Would you consider
an arrangement?

How about a tutor position?

This just arrived for you.

What is it?
It's a letter, you dummy.

Is everything all right, Hetty?

Everything's fine.

It's from New York!
It must be from Harriet!

Be sure to read it in your own time.

SUSPENSEFUL PIANO AND STRINGS MUSIC

Oh, no, your letter!

You did that on purpose.

That's slander, that is.

I hate you, Sheila Ormsby.

The feeling's mutual, Hetty Feather.

I know we'll never be the best of
friends,

but nothing could prepare me for
what happened next.

Sheila might be an annoying pest...

..but she was always capable of
surprising me.

MUSIC GATHERS MOMENTUM

You want marmalade?

There's a joint of beef missing from
that larder.

We cooked it on Friday.
I saw it with my own eyes,

hanging there clear as day.

Going to finish that?

Jack?

Sorry, what?

Someone's away with the fairies.

Lady Grenford has sent a card over
announcing that she'll be lunching

at the house today. I trust that
won't be a problem.

Don't you worry, Mrs Brody, got a
nice joint of beef in that larder.

Very good. Now, get those breakfast
trays ready.

Mrs Calendar will be taking hers in
the bedroom.

Mr Calendar has already started
work.

She's lucky she didn't get this on
her head.

Hetty! She snitched on Vince,
remember?

Well, don't just sit there catching
flies, we've got a lunch to prepare.

What am I supposed to do, magic
a joint of beef out of thin air?

HETTY GIGGLES

It's not funny.

It is funny.

The Origin of Species.

Oh.

Good morning Master Edwin,
Miss Emily.

We've already studied Darwin.

Not like this you haven't.
Prepare yourselves.

We're about to take a voyage on the
HMS Beagle.

You seen Jack or Gideon?

They were in the kitchen having
breakfast, sir.

Tell Brody to send them to my study
immediately.

Do you think they're in trouble?

They won't be the only ones if Mrs
Calendar doesn't get her breakfast.

Take that to her room.

If you like Hetty then you need to
say something.

You can't just sit there gawping.

I just get tongue-tied.

I can see that.

So what would you do, if you were
me?

I'd give her a token of my
affection,

like a locket or something.

All my wages go to my family.

A flower, then. I'm sure Mr Calendar
can spare one in the name of love.

Love!

Mr Calendar wants to see us in his
study.

Do you think it's something to do
with the broken lock?

I don't know, but we'd better get
there sharpish.

Find me the Galapagos Islands.

So when did your father meet your
stepmother?

When we were in India.

Did you know much about her
background before

she joined your family?

I don't see what this has to do with
Darwin's theory of evolution.

I think it's important to know
where we all came from.

If you say so.

If we're sailing towards the
Galapagos Islands,

I think it's important to know what
direction we're going.

This globe is very small.

I'll get an atlas from the library.

No, you stay where you are,
I'll fetch it.

Should we knock?

How else is he supposed to know
we're out here?

Enter.

Ah.

It would appear we have a thief in
our midst.

Nothing significant, just a few
trinkets here and there.

It wasn't us, sir.
I know that, Gideon.

I'd just like for you both to keep
a lookout for any suspicious types

loitering about, that's all.

With any luck, we'll have this
sorted

before I have to involve the
police.

I'm sick of clearing up
Mrs Whittock's mess.

You know she burned
the pheasant the other day?

If I hadn't found that bit of
tongue,

the Calendars would have gone
hungry, and what thanks do I get?

Sheila... They should sack her and
make me Cook.

You quite finished?

Mrs Whittock, I was just saying...

If you want to keep your job,
start shelling those peas.

Remind me of what we're doing again.

Preparing lunch for Lady Grenford,
Mrs Whittock.

That's right.

Judy, fetch that joint of beef
from the larder.

How many times?! It's Sheila!

That's what I said.
And there's no joint of beef,

that's why we're making game pie.

We are?

Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.

Don't worry, my mind was elsewhere.

Is everything all right,
Mr Buscombe?

Yes, I'm just trying to find my
bearings.

The house can seem somewhat
overwhelming, can't it?

I shouldn't worry, you'll feel like
one of the family in no time.

You seem to be enjoying your letter.

It's from my friend Harriet,
she's engaged.

And you don't approve?

I just don't see the point in that
mushy stuff at my age.

That'll soon change, believe me.

How do you mean?

You're a fan of books, aren't you?

Very much.

It's about a woman called Elizabeth
Bennet who meets the dark and

brooding Mr Darcy. What happens?

They fight at first, but eventually
they fall in love.

Is that it, just a soppy love story?

Soon you're going to meet someone of
your own, and perhaps,

like Elizabeth Bennet,
you'll fall in love too.

Love?!

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Who are you?

I'm Mr Buscombe.

I'm tutoring your brother and
sister.

That's my mother's room.

Really?

Duly noted.

Did you get lost?

It would seem so, yes.

I can draw you a map of the house
if you like.

That would be very helpful.
Thank you.

Where's the flour? Where's my bowl?

How many times have I told you about
keeping this place tidy?

I was using it.

You should be shelling the peas.

I did that ages ago, you're supposed
to be cooking them

for Lady Grenford.

Lady Grenford? Nobody told me we was
expecting guests.

Why do you think we've been slaving
away?

You are such an insolent child.

Wait till I tell your father!

What are you doing with those?
Mrs Whittock asked for them.

Give it to me. Why?

Because if lunch is ruined, we'll be
the ones who end up in trouble.

It's not her fault she's forgetful.

If we didn't keep covering for her,
she'd have been gone months ago.

So, what are we going to do?

I'm going to make sure we don't get
caught out.

By cooking something else?

If she had it her way, we'd be
serving Lady Grenford

lumpy porridge.

What if Mrs Whittock ends up in
trouble?

She should be thanking us for saving
her skin...

..again.

How you girls getting on?

Don't worry, Mrs Whittock,
everything's under control.

Hmm.

Hetty!

Me and Gideon have been put in
charge of tracking down a thief.

Cracking down your teeth?

No, "thief".

The lock on the sunken greenhouse
has been tampered with.

There's a thief in the greenhouse?

We'll soon catch him if he is.

Hetty. I, er...

..I got you something.

It's a flower.

I can see that.

I wonder if you might accompany me
on a stroll of the gardens later,

when we've finished our duties?

So we can pretend to be detectives
and track down the thief?

I was thinking more of a romantic
walk.

Just you and me?

We can meet
by the folly this evening.

I...

Have you seen Mr Buscombe?

Is he not in the tutor room?

He went to get an atlas and then
just disappeared.

Perhaps Mr Calendar wanted to talk
to him.

About what? Apparently there's
a thief in Calendar Hall.

And you think it's Mr Buscombe?

I never said that. This is typical.

Just when I get a tutor,
he turns out to be a thief.

Mrs Brody, I trust Cook is fully
briefed about lunch?

Yes, Mrs Calendar.

There haven't been any more
incidents I should know of?

It's all running smoothly.

BELL RINGS

Ah, that will be Lady Grenford.

Would you take her through to the
drawing room, please?

I just need to check on Constance.

BELL RINGS AGAIN

I was beginning to wonder if we were

going to be standing out here all
day. Come along, Robert.

Mrs Calendar will be down shortly.

And Miss Emily? Miss Emily's very
much looking forward to seeing you,

Master Robert. Not if he continues
to slouch like a sack of potatoes.

For goodness' sake, straighten up.

Sorry, Grandmother. Lady Grenford.

I'm still working on her.
You'd better be quick about it.

It's not as if we can rely on
Robert, is it?

It's this way, surely.

No, we'll end up in the Arctic with
you in charge.

Or the Antarctic.

SHE LAUGHS

I made you a map, in case you get
lost again.

Lost? I saw him upstairs.

I think you're mistaken.
Constance is always telling fibs.

It's not a fib. I saw him.

Constance, how many times have I
told you about running away from the

nursery maid? Now apologise to
Mr Buscombe

for interrupting his, erm...
lesson. I will not.

Constance!

Constance, you shouldn't.

I saw him, I really did!

No, really, my brother says she owes
a lot of money.

You smell something?

Take that in.

He was telling me all about Lady
Grenford's unpaid bills.

Mrs Brody says you shouldn't gossip.

DISTANTLY: No, no!

VOICE WAILS DISTANTLY

No, no, no!

Sheila? No...

No, no!

SHE WAILS

I only left it an hour.

What did I tell you?

I knew she'd mess it up!

What on earth is going on?

My game pie is ruined.

But are you all right?
Never mind her,

we have guests waiting upstairs!
I'm ever so sorry.

Sorry isn't going to magic up lunch
for seven people, is it?

SHE SOBS

I have some vegetable and marrow
soup I could heat up,

and some guinea fowl for after.

Mrs Whittock, you are to stand down.

But I'll need help getting
everything ready.

I can't afford any more
mishaps today.

I don't know what happened.

I just get so muddled sometimes.

It happens to the best of us.

Will she be all right?

Mrs Whittock has no-one
to blame but herself.

Agnes, take up those shrimp
croquettes and keep the guests

occupied until Sheila's ready.

You two, back out into the garden!

I didn't burn her stupid pie, did I?

Perhaps Robert might take Emily for
a walk around the grounds

whilst we're waiting.

If that's to your pleasing.

It's going to rain.
They could share George's umbrella.

Fine. Let Emily catch a cold,

and watch her nose swell
to the size of a turnip.

Like an elephant!

Maybe Edwin is right, perhaps
another day.

Cook sent me up with
some croquettes.

Is everything all right
downstairs, Agnes?

Everything's fine.

It's a shambles.

No wonder this family
is a laughing stock.

So, if you and Hetty get married,

that'll make you my boyhood
brother-in-law.

I'm going to get my trowel.

Is anyone there?

Got ya!

Freddie.

It was you, wasn't it, stealing
from Mr Calendar?

No.

You know if they catch you,
you'll end up in prison.

You're not going to turn me in,
are ya?

You're my brother, so if
they come after you,

they'll think I was in on it, too.

What are we going to do?

I'm going to put it back, of course.

How else are we going
to help mother? Sh!

Not by stealing, that's for sure.

If I find you anywhere near
here again,

you'll get more than a clip
round the ear.

Do you hear me?

Right, get out of here before anyone
else sees you.

If I don't have proper
sustenance soon,

I'm likely to be stricken
with scurvy.

Perhaps I should check downstairs.

Lunch is now served in the
dining room.

Oh, goodness me!

The Battle of Waterloo
took less planning.

Robert.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

I can't believe we did it.

If it wasn't for me, the Calendars
would have gone hungry.

Lizzie told me what you did.

Did you even think about
Mrs Whittock?

I was trying to stop her getting
into trouble.

She hasn't been right
for months now.

She just needs to learn my name's
Sheila, not Judy.

You know her daughter was called
Judy, don't ya?

No.

Where is she now?

She died, of consumption.

She must have been about your age.

That's awful.

Why don't I talk to Mrs Brody?

Maybe she can help her.

Don't do that. She's looking for
an excuse to get rid her.

Come to think of it, that stove
has been playing up

for the past few weeks.

Has it now?

Maybe it was an accident.

If you say so.

What time is it?

Mr Calendar will be wanting
his lunch.

You made it already, remember?

Did I?

Guinea fowl.

Mrs Calendar said it was
your best meal yet.

So, why don't you just rest here,
and let me do the clearing up?

Mrs Brody?

You may take lunch with the
others now, Agnes.

I'll finish up here.

Yes, Mrs Brody.

Just to say that I've made
appropriate arrangements.

Yes, Mrs Calendar.

It's unfortunate, I know,

but perhaps it's the kindest
outcome for everyone.

DOOR OPENS

I made you some labels.

Bread, butter, sugar.

This way you won't get muddled.

You're a good girl, Judy.

I'm sorry I shouted at you.

I probably deserved it.

I didn't mean to get anyone
into trouble.

You didn't, and besides, we stick
together in this kitchen, don't we?

Come on, let's make a start on tea.

Jack?

Fetch the constable, this instant!

Stop, thief!

Well, I've seen everything now.

I thought it was high time I taught
you how to make my pease pudding.

Right, I'm going to need a saucepan,
two eggs, 2oz of butter,

salt and pepper.

My mother taught me how to
make this recipe,

so you guard it with your life.

Mrs Whittock, there's a carriage
waiting outside

to take you to Broadstairs.

I don't understand.

We think perhaps you'd be better off
in the care of your sister.

You can't do that.

Agnes has packed your belongings.

Your case is waiting outside.

But this house has been
my entire life.

Mr Calendar has kindly agreed to pay
you until the end of the month.

This isn't fair.

You have to give her another chance.

Please, Mrs Whittock,

don't make this any more difficult
than it has to be.

I've had the happiest days of
my life in this kitchen.

If you'd care to follow me.

You can't let her go.

Hetty, stop her!

You're a snitch, you know that?

First Vince and now this.

Unless you want to be the third
servant dismissed today,

then I suggest you cease with
the histrionics.

The third?

It turns out Jack is our thief.

Mrs Whittock.

Can't be.

Wait!

Inside, this instant.

Please, I just want to say goodbye.

My little girl Judy was about
your age, you know?

I miss her terribly.

I'm sure she loved you very much.

You're a good girl, Sheila.

No, I'm not, I'm a horrible person.

There's kindness in those eyes.

One day, everybody'll see
what I see.

I have something for you.

I know it was your favourite.

Here's my recipes, Sheila...

for you.

Time we got going now.

Right.

I'll never forgive you for this.

Mrs Brody isn't to blame, Sheila.

Mrs Whittock hasn't been well
for quite some time.

I think she deserves a chance
to have someone wait on her

for a change. Don't you?

'If I've learned anything from
today,

'it's that people can still
surprise you.'

Who you writing to you?

Mrs Whittock.

I wanted to thank her for her
pease pudding recipe.

'That's not to say all
surprises are good.'

I know what I was meant to tell you.

What? Lady Grenford - butcher's boy
said she's run out of money.

Oh, please, not another
letter from the bank.

'It seems everyone has their
secrets.

'And there had to be more to Jack's
story than meets the eye.'

That boy's a scoundrel and a thief.

You don't know that, not for sure.

A trip to the fair, Mr Buscombe.

Come on!

I've always fancied myself
a festival queen.

Jack's hiding out behind the coconut
shy and he's desperate.

Promise not to breathe a word.

You big mouth, you set me up!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Where are the children?

Oi!

WHISTLE BLOWS
Oi!