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As day breaks, the creatures of the house emerge from their cobwebs and cocoons to prowl the corridors.

Lady Grimface hunting for specks of dust invisible to the ordinary eye,

with which to berate the hapless Saint Agnes.

Agnes?

And then there is Miss Constantly Boddard,

as yet another music teacher flees the house.

Still, the sound of her play scares the mice away,

along with her brother who hides wherever he can.

Meanwhile, Saint Agnes, still only provisional housekeeper,

continues her daily battle for dominion over the underworld,

with provisional cook, Miss Sheila Woodby.

I thought I'd ask this area to get tidy.

This is the laundry yard, which is the housekeeper's job.

It's the kitchen yard, the cook's job.

I fear that one day they will square off for a duel, armed with mop and brew.

And dear Giddy up, fussing about with his pots and plants.

Wash them pressed, and they're so in the bucket.

It's your old valet jacket.

I'm not a valet. I'm a gardener.

Grazeman. Since Jack left, I'm a Grazeman.

Coke staining lead by his beloved to climb the social steps

when his heart belongs to the great outdoors.

But nothing is so terrifying to the squirrels and bats

and the ordinary mortal maids and servants.

What is this doing here?

It's for cleaning?

Don't just leave it where anyone can walk into it.

As the master of the house, Mr. Colander, always under strain.

As time and money, slip, slip away.

Colander, as in the cooking utensils, the strainer.

That's good. That's very good.

Are you sure Mr. Colander won't be angry?

He knows your pursuits. He's encouraged them, hasn't he?

Then he should be where we have a writer in the house.

He'll do us all good to have some fun pope to dust.

I'll read it to him myself.

And they shall publish it when?

If they publish it, then I suppose, any day.

What about me, Hetty? Did you write what I said?

Mrs. Rosamone always grumbling.

I know, but you don't. Oh, but I do.

You're just too kind to notice. Let me see.

Always grumbling as she marches around with a scowl stuck to her face.

It's hardly surprising. She has nothing to do.

And when she does try to do something, she's not too bright about it.

Like when she tried to appoint a butler who ended up in prison for arson and theft,

while his predecessor just ran away with a loot,

perhaps it's best not to ask her to do anything at all.

This is marvellous. It's a marvellous Hetty.

Yes, come in.

I was so glad you think, sorry.

You wish to save me, Mom?

Ah, St. Gladys. Yes.

We're expecting some guests. They're friends of Hetty.

And Sheila? Of course. Sheila too.

They're getting married in the parish and they need somewhere to stay.

I thought we could open up the old groundsman's cottage.

That's been shattered since Jack left.

Perhaps we could un-shatter it?

Yes. Of course, Mrs. Calendar. I'll say to it.

Right. I do need to decide about Agnes and Sheila's jobs.

Will Agnes become insufferable if I make her permanent housekeeper?

She's insufferable now. And Sheila has cook?

Oh, she's easy.

So long as she don't talk to her while she's cooking or stepping the floor,

she's just cleaned or...

Mrs. Calendar? I think it's coming.

Would you call Lady Graham Berkeley, says you? Yes, yes, of course.

Go, go, go.

Hurry.

William's christening was well attended, but you've moved on.

We should expect at least one mission, possibly two.

And no less than three members of Parliament, including one from the upper house.

Is it really necessary for every child to learn a musical instrument?

It keeps them occupied, George.

And I should say that you're a little bit more interested in the music.

I'm not sure.

It keeps them occupied, George.

And I should say a smattering of representation from one of the Royal Societies.

It doesn't matter which.

What is the meaning of this?

Don't nobody ever teach you to know.

Mrs. Calendar, the baby is coming.

Get the kitchen to boil water.

Dispatch someone to bring the doctor. Well, come on, see to it.

Who's got a sort out living?

When I suppose they want food, too?

This is Calendar Hall, not a boarding house.

But it's a wedding, and weddings are lovely.

Are they?

Well, don't expect a day off through.

Yes?

This one that is going to be kicked out from breakfast?

This isn't a tea room, Gideon.

Mills are familiar with time, and you get in mud all over the floor.

Ow, off you go, shoot.

I've already said that Grand staff may request refreshment.

What ended you say you'd clean the floor?

Look at it.

What are towels sheets?

It's the baby.

Come on!

My dear, we must give you to the bed.

In order to achieve which you need to go of the desk, Rosamundia.

Yes, yes, I'm sorry.

Darling, please.

Did me, Rosamund, come along.

You have done this before.

I think it's coming.

Everyone's in a flap.

If it's another boy.

I will take you to the names of all the Beatles, and the trees, and the constellations of the night sky.

If it's a girl, what will you teach her?

If it's a girl, I shall hate it.

It's way, sir.

George, if anything should happen to me, if it goes wrong.

It won't to be silly.

Please don't warn me.

At the light back in, promise me, George.

The doctor, lady.

Oh, good. Excellent.

Dr. Samson, please. No patient.

Oh, huh.

Agnes, more towels.

George, out.

Chop, chop.

It's broken!

It's broken.

I'm sorry.

It's broken.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, George.

I'm sorry.

It seems that we have a new Miss Callender.

Congratulations to a girl.

How is Rosamund?

Both doing splendidly.

And both expecting you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen her? Did you get a look?

No, but I certainly heard I just caught quite a voice, I can tell you.

I think William's been in.

Constance?

I don't think so. Not yet.

Oh, can you take this up to Mr. Callender?

Hetty, what do you think you're doing? You're crazy, sir.

Have they published your article?

They have, haven't they?

Yes, they have.

Chronicles of a country house part one.

An ordinary day in pomp and circumstance manner.

Am I in it?

Hetty, you said you would.

Tizzy, Lizzie.

I hope you haven't written anything about me.

Try for Mrs. Callender.

Why don't you just take it up?

I can do that.

Well, Trey's a kitchen job.

Upstairs is my job, and that Trey is going upstairs.

Hetty!

Oh, Hetty, thank you.

Put it on the table.

You can say hello if you wish to Lily.

That's a beautiful name.

She's a beautiful girl.

I hope you shall be friends.

What?

You can't be friends with a famous writer.

All that matters is that she knows who she's meant to be and she does what she loves.

You know who you are and you know what you love.

You must do it.

They've printed the article.

Have they?

Oh, Hetty, do you have it?

Yes, I do.

Well, let me see it, please.

Don't run for the paper, Mr. Callender doesn't like it when his paper's run for.

He shall be so proud of you as I am, Hetty.

So proud.

Oh.

Mrs. Callender, you're right.

Oh, what have we here, Rosamund, moving around?

And I lost stuff by the look of it.

I don't think she's very rolly to Grandf

Oh, Tush. Nothing that's a little fresh air. Can't fix?

No, really. I think she's taken poorly.

Where's the nursery made?

I think she's with William.

I'll ask her to take Lily too, but Hetty, you must send someone to fetch the doctor.

Tell them to be quick.

George.

George, yes, I'll bring him.

I don't know what all the fuss is about.

He's had babies before.

William was a baby before he became a horror little child.

Well, here we are.

I thought you might like to see your new sister.

Does she look like a baby?

Yes, I believe she does.

So did William. What's there to see?

If you're not, please, Constance, you could at least appear to be.

For your mother's sake?

Of course, I'm pleased. She'll be my little friend.

And I can teach you how to be a lady with my department

and my delicate conversation with that convincing.

Papa?

I see you've been speaking with my godmother.

It's your birthday next month, isn't it?

When you were very little, we had a birthday picnic for Emily.

When we do that, eh?

Then Lily can get another big sister, who I wouldn't want to change in any way.

Not for a moment.

What do you say?

Could I bring my friend?

Yes, of course. And they would be...

In Hattie, in Sheila, and Agnes, and Giddy.

Yes, of course. Your friends would be most welcome.

George!

Is that it?

Oursenen, like Thali.

The doctor's on his way. Thank you, Hattie.

Will you receive him when you arrive, spring him without Thali?

Yes, Monadie.

What does it mean? The bell?

You should have some breakfast.

It's constant. It's this birthday today.

Had you forgotten?

I don't know. Yes.

I expect I'd have.

She misses you.

You could at least wish her happy birthday.

You still have duties, George.

Of course I am.

Life goes on, eh? Chin up, old boy.

It's been, what? Three weeks.

Time to move on. Happens all the time, East.

Whatever it was that took my husband.

Thumb.

City little...

Complication.

She told us what she wanted, and it wasn't this.

She said don't mourn. I'm not mourning. It's just that I have.

I have nothing left.

So, take this, please, and leave me in peace.

We have a house to run.

So, profit!

Good morning, Miss Scottstance. Many happy returns.

Is anything being done? Is it going to break my sister's birthday?

No, not that I've heard.

Miss Candace said about a picnic, but that was before.

Don't worry.

Lizzy, we need to speak to the kitchen.

And if Lady Grimford were to find out.

I hope she should go without a birthday.

Well, you can prepare food and take whilst we're going, but we remain our posts.

Miss Constance wanted all of us. She said we're her friends.

Will do trifo. Nementat. What about Strawberries?

They're fresh in.

I'll get the basket.

What else to put in?

Miss Constance does not surprise Peddin, doesn't she?

Right, come on then.

Come on, Mommy.

Miss Constance,

Master Eben was asking if we could take him out to the garden.

He was thinking, perhaps the folly.

Might be nice to get some fresh air.

Come on, Gideon, do it.

He asked for you, Miss Constance.

These curtains are meant to be drawn.

Now Mr. Callanders on his own, he's got even more need of assistance.

I'm sure he'll advertise when he's ready.

You know Hetty's after the housekeeper's job.

We're a team, you and me.

Nobody would sue you out for the kitchen.

Hetty doesn't want to be a housekeeper.

Should be terrible for getting the laundry because she's not a good person.

I'm sure he'll advertise when he's ready.

You know, Hetty's after the housekeeper's job.

We're a team, you and me.

You know, forget the laundry because you've got a story in her head.

Have you no ambition?

Yes.

This, in the garden, in the fresh air, we're out onto to nobody's belt.

What do you think?

Great place. It's perfect.

What is this?

What are you doing here?

I always need to be here.

For your birthday.

You did this for me?

Happy birthday, Miss Constance.

Who?

Your little sister.

Yeah, she's so beautiful.

Yes, she is.

What would you teach her, Constance?

What would you teach her, Constance?

Bye then.

What's so funny?

And I can show you how to climb trees and swim in ponds, how to chase rabbits and find snakes,

how to get muddy and what to think about when they're telling you off or...

What is this?

A picnic?

Well, can nobody speak?

It's my birthday picnic, Lady Runford.

And these are my signs.

Well, then the question is...

Do you have any trifle?

Oh, uh, we have, yes.

Good.

Because I'm quite partial to a little trifle.

May I?

Mm-hmm.

You know what I shall tell her when she's old enough?

To value everyone she knows.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'll have to value everyone she knows.

And every moment of her life.

Every sweet precious moment.

You were the best mother I could have asked for.

You always had something wise to say and a hard girl with it.

You were the first person to really, really believe in me and what I could do.

My writing, my stories.

I think what the article in the newspaper is all about us.

It's just a silly thing.

Mrs Calla didn't think so.

Please, Hetty, Fetchyba can read it to us.

I think you must.

I'm afraid it pokes fun at everyone.

I do hope that includes me.

It is a little ridiculous, is it not?

To worry so much about who's who.

The differences between us, the walls that separate one from another.

Rosamund could never see them.

She only ever saw the goodness in all of us.

Even in me.

So let's all her wishes, shall we?

She said no morning.

And to let the light back in.

We must try and do that.

And remember her with joy.

Please, Hetty, I would love to hear these writings.

MUSIC

Come on, keep up.

You have to pack quite so much.

And that wasn't a new pair of shoes you bought in London.

Well, fair, that's all, because I were in the old one

slipping about on the deck.

Well, you should have stayed in the cabin.

You should have stayed in America.

You see sickness, fair bugs, no room to move, five days or nine.

Friends, Hetty, Gideon Sheila, the people we love around us when we get married.

Did Sheila used to pull your ass?

That was a long time ago.

For such a long time ago, why were you here?

It was a bit quiet, isn't it?

Do you think?

I mean, have we seen anyone?

Harriet, with ideas.

It's so good to see you.

Both of you.

We're in the garden, most of us, at the folly.

No, it's called the folly.

It's just follow the path.

I think Harriet was hoping to unpack.

I'm so sorry.

I wish I could have written to you.

Mrs. Cannondas, she...

she died after the birth.

Oh, no, that's... that's so sad.

Well, you can leave your bags here.

Just... just join everyone.

Tell them who you are.

I'm just getting something on.

See you there.

Through the gate.

Mr. Cannondas, sir.

What else is you right about her?

Rosamelle.

Not too bright about it.

Not too bright.

He thought a little of her.

It was meant as a joke.

She asked me to write.

Remember, my roof, you eat my food and all the while,

spreading poison about my wife.

I would never do that.

She was my friend.

Do you want to talk to me?

I'm not going to talk to you.

I'm not going to talk to you.

I'm not going to talk to you.

I'm not going to talk to you.

No, she was my friend.

She was your mistress.

Very great, but was right.

Now, the servants can above themselves in the next thing.

Yeah, his pain stones.

It's obvious.

Mr. Cannondas, please.

It's the little stories of the stupid little life.

Stop it!

You have no right to do that.

It's my writing.

Oh, is it?

What is your writing with no one to publish it?

You thought you could use me, didn't you?

My newspaper.

where you can rest assured we shall never take another word from you.

And I do, will anyone else.

I shall see to it.

You can think about that on the street.

You are dismissed.

Now put your things and go.

Sire es!

Sire es!

You must be our guests from New York.

I'm Lady Granford.

Perhaps you wrote to you about me.

She... I think she mentioned you.

Yes.

And my genial disposition, no doubt.

Well, come in, settle down.

I don't bite all the time.

I was saying goodbye to an old friend.

I'm so sorry.

And hello, Tony, you one.

Good afternoon, my God.

I never thought I'd find myself here again.

No home, no work, and nowhere to go.

I don't even have my writing.

And without that, what am I?

For the first time in a very long time,

I'm afraid whether road will take me.

Mr. Callender, please.

All I know is that I'll have to follow it,

because this time, there is no going back.

Has there been any use?

Nothing.

She's actually well met us now,

her dress when she had one.

Go!

Oh, God!

Eddie, what are you doing?

Well, there we are, boys.

Can't believe we're back here.

I'll live and breathe.

You don't get it, do you?

This whole thing's jinxed.

First hetty now, this.

Get up, buyers!

Get up!

My trend.