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Odey's up to something.

Mrs. Brody, could you please post this lesser?

Ah!

Stop it!

Don't break the old...

Don't break the old...

...a restless man.

Why, Jack?

We assumed you were happy in our service.

Come on.

On your go.

Your grandson is the most odious man I've ever met.

I have the power to make or break you.

Jack was in prison.

And yet it seemed everyone had forgotten about him.

Oh!

What is all this?

I thought it was high time we decided on a dress for Emily's party.

Emily already has a dress.

Something wholly inappropriate, I shouldn't wonder.

What's next?

You want to look nice for Robert, don't you?

Well, I'm never going to go to the house.

Don't you?

Well, I'm never going to see him again, so it doesn't make a difference what I wear.

Such a fast, over a thieving garden boy.

I'm sure if you just apologize to Robert, all will be forgotten.

Me!

Oh, Brody, might I have a word?

Er, carry on.

I just wanted to discuss with you one or two matters.

Regarding the men, what are they doing to them?

How could anyone think about a party with Jack locked away?

He had a secret, and it was down to me to find out the truth.

Where is George?

He's not here.

He's at the office.

I've made some amendments to Menu, which I've passed on to Brody.

Everything's taken care of.

This is a society party, my dear. Not afternoon tea or no veranda.

Well, don't you sit there, Emily. There are dresses to try on.

Emily's tutor is waiting.

Perhaps we could continue this discussion later.

There'll be no need for studies once she's married.

Oh, Emily, before you go.

This arrived in the post for you.

And don't worry about your party.

I'll make sure no one spoils it for you.

I don't believe this. I've got 100 shrimp krakets here,

and that's on top of what's been ordered.

What's happened?

Lady Gremford says my menu's not sophisticated enough.

I've got Blamontch, haven't I? What more does she want?

Well, this fuss over some toffee-nosed girl.

No one bothers about me, do they?

I'll start down here for the rest of my life.

Edwin!

Was this an apology from Robert?

I'd burn it if it was.

So who's it from then?

No one. That's mine. Give it back.

Not until you tell me who's been writing you secret letters.

I wrote to Mr. Buscombe's college.

Why would you do that?

It's just been constant, said she saw him in stepmother's room.

That was just one of her fibs.

I thought I'd write to his old college and ask for a reference.

Well, you go to open it on all.

Good morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Over there.

Go.

Having a good snoop higher?

Oh, you scared me.

There are some varieties of sending articles to the newspaper.

You're not a writer. You're a maid.

I won't always be a maid.

We servants from now until we breathe our last breath.

I'll get down to the kitchen. Miss Brody wants to speak to us.

Quickly.

In preparation for the party tomorrow, I'd like hety to polish all of the silver, whilst Agnes makes sure the glasses are spotless.

So that's it? We just forget Jack. As if nothing's happened.

He's a thief, and I for one will not have his name mentioned in this house again.

Do I make myself clear?

I'm not a maid.

I'm not a maid.

I'm not right.

This is weird to me.

There's a Holmes remorse to the paper.

Well, she'stimer ingesting word and then buying something Abry.

Do I make myself clear?

Jack was caught red-handed He didn't take Robert's ballway.

I know there's more to discover.

What happened to him?

He's our friend.

We need proof, Eti.

If Jack really was the turn and Mr. Kinders drink,

he's going to need to find out who he's covering for.

I'd rather punish us if she thinks we're skiving off water.

I'll make sure she doesn't.

You will.

Jack's my friend too.

Lucy and I can do this over.

So, will you help me or not?

Detectives meet at your service.

Sing of Achilles' wrath, O heavenly muse,

which brought upon the Greeks are numbered woes.

I assume you finish your translation.

Why else would you have the time to read in secret?

I'm sorry, Mr. Buscomo.

You can have a back at the end of class.

Corpus Christi.

That's my old college.

It's just when Constance said that she saw you in my set mother's

room, I had to find out if you were who you said you were.

And what does this letter say, exactly?

That no one under the name of Samuel Buscom

studied at their college.

They said there was a Charles Buscom,

but no one called Samuel.

Charles is my birth name.

So why change it?

Vanity, I suppose.

I was never keen on being called Charles.

So you haven't been lying?

Of course not.

How about we put your diligence to good use

and finish your translation?

If you'll excuse me, and need something from the library.

Mr. Buscomo, is everything all right?

Edwin and Emily are just finishing a Latin translation.

They're very lucky to have you.

Your parents have done a fine job.

Thank you.

I know if you were my son, I'd be very proud indeed.

Rosamund, please.

There are matters to discuss.

You shouldn't be up here.

I need to see Lady Gromford about this menu.

I'm bored.

Don't look at me.

I've got enough of my plane.

That old dragon.

I'll tell her you said that if you don't play with me.

You wouldn't.

Lady Gromford!

All right.

Five minutes.

Well, come on, then.

This is Emily's party.

I'd appreciate it if you respected her wishes.

She's a child.

She's a young woman with a mind of her own.

Well, soon, stamp that out of her.

I'd rather admire her for being so outspoken.

If only I had the courage to say what I really thought.

Meaning what? Exactly.

This is my family, Lady Gromford.

Either you respect my wishes.

Or you will no longer be welcome here.

And regarding Robert, I think Emily's made her feelings perfectly clean.

She should consider herself lucky.

A boy of his stature would even glance in her direction.

Then I think perhaps it's time that he looked elsewhere.

I beg your pardon.

My stepdaughter is worth ten of that tiresome boy.

Now, if you don't mind, I have a party to plan.

I have never been so insulted.

Something happened to a ladyship.

That spiteful woman has scuppered any chance of an engagement.

That, feather girl, have you managed to find out what she's hiding?

I'm still trying.

Well, then try harder.

If I lose calendar hall, we may have to reconsider your position.

Now, fetch my carriage.

Have you seen Hattie?

You've just missed her. She went into the garden from a firewood.

She's supposed to be polishing herself up for tomorrow.

Oh, she's already done that.

Honestly, there is no stopping her today. She's like a hurricane.

I still don't know why we're going to Jack's house.

Maybe his family can help us.

We don't know what we're going to find in there.

We need to know what happens to Jack. Come on.

I have a bad feeling about this.

There's no one there. Let's go.

If we can survive, we can take on anything.

Hattie!

Hello?

Is anybody home?

This way.

I've got a weapon here. I'm not afraid to use it.

These are all Lady Grandpa's dresses that Emily doesn't like from.

Why don't you wear nice dresses?

Because I'm a servant.

But I have so many.

Why don't you try one on?

I couldn't.

Come on. Let's take dress up.

Well, I have never worn a pink dress before.

Is this calendar?

I don't know.

Your Jack's brother.

Aren't you?

What of it?

He's up in front of the magistrate today and we want to help him.

It's not my fault. He got cold.

They were just little trinkets.

No one would have missed him.

If you he's covering for, isn't it?

And now he's in prison where he'll stay.

Your parents here?

No.

So you leave here on your own?

Who was that?

I didn't hear anything.

You just didn't hear that.

Please, I've squished fire's bigger than you.

What do you think?

From now on, you will be known as...

Lady Sheila, the toast of London society.

And I was missing.

A ribbon to go of your dress.

Where are you going?

Mother half one in her room.

You can't leave me. Get back!

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

I'm not going to get back.

What are you doing?

Why are you here again?

Stop!

Please!

Stop!

Come back here!

Constance, come here.

So why haven't you called a doctor?

Because doctors cost money and we don't have none.

There must be someone who can help her.

She needs special medicine.

Jack can't afford it on these wages.

So that's why you stole those things.

We only just get blind, what Jack earns?

She's only going to get sicker.

I try to keep her clean, wolfed in that.

Perhaps if you'd have talked to Mr. Calendar.

Why would he help us?

He just thinks we're thieves.

If Jack's found guilty, how will you survive?

Frith, hey.

Mother's tired.

She needs to rest.

Is there nothing we can do?

It's too late.

No one can help us now.

I don't know.

They need to hurry before we already find out where to go.

There's something I have to do when we get back.

Whoa.

I sort of helped Jack, didn't I?

She don't have the money to pay for a doctor.

No, but I can get the real thorough to a man who does.

Come on, kids.

You had to come with me to tell.

They'll think I'm telling Dibs.

It's got nothing to do with me.

You saw him run away from Mother's room.

I shouldn't even be up here.

But please, Lady Sheila.

I thought you were my friend.

I'm sorry.

I saw him again.

Who?

Mr. Buscombe.

He was in Mother's room.

And he ran away.

You're lying.

I swear on Prudence's life.

Prudence is a doll.

What's going on?

Constance is telling Dibs again.

It's not a Dib.

I saw him in Mother's room.

He was in the library.

Collecting this volume.

He wasn't.

He was upstairs.

That's enough Constance.

I'll call for the nursery maid.

I saw him too.

Mr. Buscombe is running out of your stepmother's room.

I had lost my bearing.

That's all.

That's what you said last time.

I think it's best if we finish today's lessons early.

Sheila, is my father home yet?

I don't know.

There's no need for that.

You can either tell us why you're here and what you were doing upstairs.

Or you can explain yourself to Father.

I work for a rival newspaper.

I was sent here on an undercover mission to spy on your father's work.

So you're an imposter?

That explains why you were asking all those strange questions.

Should I still fetch Mr. Callender?

Yes.

Sheila Wait.

This scandal could ruin the fact that she was a little bit too late.

This scandal could ruin him.

What if people found out he let us spy in the house?

So what should we do?

You can either go now or I'll fetch the constable to show you out.

If it's your wish for me to leave.

I shall.

It is.

Did you find anything?

Yes.

I wrote an article explaining everything about Jack to Mr. Callender.

Saying what exactly?

How the justice systems aren't there to the poor either.

They're just trying to help their families.

You've not signed it.

Mr. Callender will not be able to get the help of Mr. Callender.

I'm not going to get the help of Mr. Callender.

I'm not going to get the help of Mr. Callender.

I'm not going to find it.

Mr. Callender will never read something written by a servant.

I'm the friend of Jack's.

Henry Fitter.

Does that sound like some way takes you, Lucy?

Well, for Troy.

Where's Hetty?

She's in the kitchen, I think.

I just came from the kitchen.

You're covering for her, aren't you?

Pause them all.

Where is she?

Mrs. Brodie, I'm almost done here.

As you were.

I realize I've wronged you, Miss Emily.

But one thing I will cherish is seeing you flourish in your studies.

You have a great mind.

Don't let it go to waste.

Emily, what's going on?

Mr. Buscombe's sister has been taken ill.

He has to go to her aid.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How long will he be away from?

She's very sick.

He's unlikely to return.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

For everything.

Oh, dear, that all seemed rather sudden.

What about his books, his papers?

I can get them packed up and sit on Diem's, sir.

Thank you, Hetty.

Well, I should be in my study if anyone needs you.

Don't worry.

We'll find you another tutor.

What happened to Mr. Buscombe?

Tans out he's been lying to us the whole time.

Why?

He wanted to ruin Father.

He even lied about his name.

He was such a good tutor.

Charles Buscombe is a fraud.

Charles?

I'm glad you're here.

Her Majesty is detention and correctional services.

Prison.

My children.

Where do you think you're going?

After Father Buscombe.

You all do no such thing.

Get back here.

What have you got there?

Nothing.

Give it to me.

Mrs. Brody, I wonder if I might have a word?

Of course, my lady.

Please go to the kitchen and await my instruction.

Mrs. Brody.

Well, if it isn't Lady Mark, decided to do a bit of work today,

have we?

I haven't got time to explain.

You can't go in the pantry without my permission.

It's an emergency, sorry.

I'm still in charge of this kitchen,

even if they don't like my blemong.

Sheila.

Coming.

Where's the creep?

Let's do this first.

Nice and slowly.

Pretty.

Where did Hetty go?

I told her to wait for me here.

She went to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

I'm going to go to the pantry.

At about ten per year.

Get this Facie Duck.

You'll miss Miss's birdie!

If you've abused your job,

you won't breathe a word about seeing me here

to anyone, do you understand?

No!

Jack.

Jack.

What was that for?

You know why.

I'm her mother.

Thanks to you, Mr. Kalander's arranged for her

to have the medicine she needed.

Perhaps I'll let them back.

Maybe we could have that walk in the garden that you promised.

I'd like that.

Hersey, please tell Mrs. Brady I should be working leg tonight.

Yes, Mr. Kalander.

Oh.

And if you happen to see Henry Footer, please pass on the

meeting.

I'll be working on the meeting.

I'll be working on the meeting.

Yes, Mr. Kalander.

Oh.

And if you happen to see Henry Footer,

please pass on my thanks.

He has the makings of a very talented young writer.

Once again, our family was together.

Revealing the truth about Jack had saved him from prison.

But for Mrs. Kalander, the truth was far more dangerous.

Do I tell her that Mr. Busking is her son?

Or keep the secret buried?

This had better be good news.

Well, that depends on what you'd call the discovery of Mrs. Kalander's illegitimate son.

Masker raiding is a tutor of all things.

What did I tell you?

I knew she had a secret.

I think it's safe to say Kalander Hall is as good as yours.

I desperately wanted to protect her.

Little did I know this was a secret that would change Kalander Hall forever.

Charles, a son born out of wedlock.

Out of my way.

If you thought paying my bills would stop this engagement, you are quite wrong.

I think, sir.

What's he doing here?

You are a good man.

You are a good man.

You are a good man.