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We're expecting some guests. They're getting married in the parish and they need somewhere to stay.

I've got an interview later this morning for a new job.

Junior Grownsman Regents Park.

Oh, Mrs. Candelow.

My finger's coming.

George!

No! It's my writing!

And what is your writing with no one to publish it?

A puddle thing.

And go!

It's my writing with you.

I'm writing with you.

It wasn't just a bad dream.

I had no job, nowhere to call home.

There were no fires to light, no chamber pots to empty.

This was the freedom I'd been waiting for my entire life.

And yet, I'd never felt more alone.

No rest for the wicked.

You ready for life upstairs?

As ready as I'll ever be.

Agnes was sweet on Gideon.

Harriet had Matthias.

What did he say?

He can't help us.

And Sheila, well, she'd always have her pastry, I suppose.

There was a whole world out there ready for me to explore.

But where was my place?

Where did I belong?

The

Goodness me. I'd expect bigger portions of the workhouse. Sorry Lady Grenford, we're

rather short on supplies in the kitchen. Then perhaps we should look for another cook,

one who is able to fulfil her duties. It's not Sheila's fault, my lady, it's just...

What with everything that's been going on, I don't think Mr. Cowan does have time to pose

our standing bills. Father, oh George, impeccable timing has ever. Sheila has cooked us a veritable

feast of delights. I have a meeting on the fridge. I'm sure another half hour won't hurt.

I miss Father. The bitches boy said he'd give us an extra week, but that's the last time

I'm swapping kisses for pork chops. Lady Grenford wasn't impressed with your hat

and she should be lucky she had anything at all stuck up all bad. It's enough of that

talk who died a Meiji lady of the manor. I'm sorry I didn't mean...

I know where you meant Sheila. As acting housekeeper. Please.

Someone's the keeper's house running smoothly. Fat loaded goose you've been so far. Come

in. My kitchen, my rules. Off you go. Come in. Hello kids.

How was your boarding house? It was the best I could find at Short notice.

I didn't sleep, I was too worried about her tea. Has there been any use? Nothing. She

says she wouldn't let us know her dress when she had one. Do you suppose she's all right?

Oh, her tea's not finished not resourceful. She knows better than to let her travel.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Eddie? What are you doing?

I dropped my purse, but don't worry. I found it.

It's so good to see you.

I've read about Mrs. Callender in the paper. I'm so sorry. Is that why you're here to tell me?

Mr. Callender gave me my notice. But it's all right. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise.

You see, I'm the writer now.

I've got a room in the boarding house till I figure out my plans.

I'm so proud of you, Eddie. That mean you've missed me? Of course I have. I've missed everyone.

The thing is, Jack. I've got some news on my own, actually.

I've been stepping out with a flower seller called Babs.

I'm so excited for you to meet a headie. I've got a feeling that the two of you are going to be the best of friends.

Wait here.

Where are we going to find a chapel at such short notice? I'm sure there's a way.

I don't think there is.

You sound like you've given up already.

Forget about the stupid wedding. Anything's better than YouTube leading on.

I think what Shaele means is we just have to use a bit of lass. No, it's not.

Unwilling to offer my services.

Come back, Kettey. All is forgiven.

Eddie, I'd like you to meet Babs.

We finally get to meet. You are every bit as prissy as Jack said you are.

I got you this. Who's something to go with your beautiful hair?

Thank you. Jack tells me you're a writer.

Well, I bet you've missed a golden society, people, haven't you?

Have you ever met Marley Lloyd? I saw her once at the Empire at least.

Oh, he'd let Eddie get a word in.

Sorry. You always get like this.

Well, I have to go. Can't keep us doing the rounds. You'd be all right here.

Of course you will, silly.

What is it? What's wrong?

Please don't take him from me.

I told Aria we should have gotten married in Europe.

I told Aria we should have gotten married in New York for a shooting year of it.

The family arranged for me at the moment.

One o'clock?

I'm going to be at laugh and stop when they hear that the wedding's off.

So, assuming they turn up?

I'll write to him all the things I knew was coming to London.

I thought it was a better time to arrange a reunion.

Still get your hopes up.

How'd you know Harry was the one?

I knew from the first moment I saw her.

It's like a feeling, isn't it?

Like...

Part of flies in your tummy.

You ever just wish we were back in the family hospital?

Life was definitely much simpler then.

That's because everyone was planned out for us.

Chapel, lessons, drill practice.

Why are you grinning?

You, my friend, are a genius.

I am.

Come on.

We've only got the boys that we've waiting for.

Not so fast.

You're up to school.

No, we're not.

Oh, fine then. You won't mind if I just go and get Harry yet?

No, all right, all right.

You have to promise not to tell anyone.

You know me.

Soul of discretion.

I got you some lemon sherbet.

Oh.

I've embarrassed myself, haven't I?

Of course not.

It's just I know that you and Jack used to step out.

Didn't really.

And I thought that he might still be sweet on you.

You know what I think?

I've never seen Jack this happy.

He's lucky to have found someone as special as you, perhaps.

You two seem to be getting on well?

Hetty is just wonderful.

I wish you both all the happiness in the world.

You're not going, are you?

I hope not being with the likes of Oscar Wilde, I shouldn't wonder.

Something like that.

Goodbye, Jack.

Be lucky, Hetty.

It can't be.

Matron?

Heather?

Nurse?

I know I'm not the face you want to see,

but you're going to have to be very brave.

You may feel like you're older though.

You must remember that you have a family who loves you very much.

I know.

When you're old enough,

I promise I will tell you all about your beautiful mother.

I'm sorry I was telling you.

You can go here, this wretched baby crying, one more time.

I shall have you escorted from the house.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, my lady.

It won't happen again.

I know what you want to be thinking about this.

This has only ever been a temporary arrangement.

You see, my lodgings, they got condemned.

An infestation of rats, would you believe?

Unfortunately, I have to sleep out here just until I can move into my new accommodation,

which is a lovely little place near Lypouse.

So...

I'll have a room in a boarding house.

I use the money from my article.

You can stay there until your place is ready.

I take it, Rosa Callender.

Grew tired of your recalcitrant behaviour, hmm?

Well...

What?

Mrs. Callender, she...

She died.

What time did you say?

One o'clock.

It's two minutes to.

Oh, it's going to be a little bit of a pain.

It's going to be a little bit of a pain in the room.

What time did you say?

One o'clock.

It's two minutes to...

Oh, it's going to be a little bit of a pain in the room.

Spread the

foam!

One o'clock!

166

A Blomond!

Lady Grimford's orders, and she's shelled out for the lot.

Wonder's never safe.

She's insisting the whole family eat together this evening,

so that means pulling out all the stops.

Don't forget St. Orban?

Do you have any idea how long it takes to perfect the perfect wobble?

Well then, you better get cooking.

Chop chop!

What time is it?

Almost two.

What should we do?

Forget him.

They're not coming.

I wouldn't be too sure.

Walter!

Look at you and your uniform!

That's corporate real.

It's you.

Well, be here.

What are you making a fuss of info?

Real soldiers are with the Queen's own.

So, when to let the Lord Fonterwood play and I'm getting hitched,

as soon as we find a chapel, who's the unlucky lady?

Oh, Harriet, of course.

You're marrying that wet lettuce.

You talk about it like that?

Girls in New York, and you go with the drippiest.

No!

Fire!

Get up!

Get up!

What?

Please!

Stop right there!

Consider yourselves under arrest.

It's...

You're my thallister.

What the fuck?

Now that we're all in, I'm going to need your help, boys.

I'll explain on the way, but for now, are we all in?

Brothers.

Brothers.

Not everyone's here, though.

Whatever happened to Judd?

I didn't know where to write.

Yeah, he's probably leading his own regiment by now.

You know what they say?

What was the quiet one you have to watch?

It was the chug meds.

It was the chug meds.

It was the chug.

It's a easy mistake to make.

There's no obvious reasons.

There's no obvious reasons.

No, it's not going.

Oh, and I...

That trudge is a property of the way!

Ugh!

Do you mind?

We're a very delicate stage here.

There's still no sign of Matthias.

I can't believe he'd leave without saying anything.

Is that all you've done?

Dinner has to be served in a few hours.

Right.

Bassett.

What are you doing?

Everything's prepared.

You can serve it when you're jolly well pleased.

What are you doing?

I'm sick of watching her mop around all day.

I'll take you to see Matthias.

Well, come on then.

Don't you want to know the truth about your precious fiance?

Hurry up!

Well, there we are, boys.

Back to where we started.

Come on.

Come on, Bids.

Oh, wait!

Where did he go?

I didn't want to.

I didn't want to.

Oh, wait!

Where did he go?

I didn't want to.

I didn't want to.

I didn't want to.

I didn't want to.

Can't believe we're back here.

It was like we never left.

Get back to class the lot of you!

I'm just not that it is.

Last thing I need is you boys.

Give him a little burrow round.

How's that living, Brie?

Unfortunately.

Mr Kramphor!

Mr Kramphor!

He's boys.

Get!

I can hardly believe that.

You're called to nurse backlesfield.

Bet you never thought you'd see us again, sir.

You still can't quite believe it.

Rosie and I, we might have had our differences, but we...

we were close ones.

He was such a lovely child.

It just goes to show, doesn't it?

You can have all the money in the world, but at the end of the day,

we have no idea when fate might intervene and it's...

Yes.

So what will you do now?

You're the toast of literary London.

I haven't quite figured that out yet.

Oh, no hurry.

Plenty of time to think about all that.

Oh, do you mind if you get some rest?

Yeah.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

I'll have to go.

That's it.

Sweet dreams.

Oh, what did he say?

Did you hear that, Mr. Crumb?

Yes, I did indeed.

Well, I wouldn't give to be a blushing bride one day.

Boys, do you know what I found the other day when I was cleaning up my cupboard?

It's like a fine wine.

It just gets better with age.

What do you say? Quick game for all the time, sake.

Backing up being on that side.

All this talk of wedding, they get you thinking, doesn't they?

About what exactly?

Well, neither of us are getting any younger.

Oh, we don't want.

Don't worry, Mabel, I'm sure there's still plenty of time for you yet.

Gens, sir.

Wait, wait.

Oh, are we forgetting something?

What?

What?

Oh.

Of course.

Someone in go?

Go.

I'm not a fresh...

I'm not doing it.

We're large, too.

Jard.

I don't believe it.

How are you still here?

They kept me back here.

Was it two?

Come here.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Come here.

Yes, we are.

We didn't think Jard would be suited to the life of a soldier.

But the privy's never been so clean.

Oh, here you go.

Join in.

Come on, Judge, team.

Let's go.

All right, I'm on.

Let's go.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Why have you brought me here?

You'll see.

Shayla!

First of the thighs to know you.

Robert, anyone tell me what's happening?

All right.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

All right.

The thighs came here to ask if you can use the chapel to get married.

Although, why anyone will want to get married is beyond me.

Don't lose hope, Shayla.

Your knight in shining armor might be waiting around the next corner.

Ow!

Not my bullback.

Jard?

Or maybe not.

Come on, Jard.

You've got a visitor.

Harriet.

How did you know that?

She mob strikes again.

Thank you.

What for?

We're both so grateful.

I'm not sure I follow.

For letting us get married in the hospital chapel.

That's the first I've heard of it.

I was going to ask.

I'm afraid our funds are still rather low.

We haven't been able to repair the roof since your leaving service.

It's all closed off.

You'd rather play football with your friends and help find a chapel.

Sorry.

Really?

Because all you've done is complain since we got here.

Oh, that's my cue to leave.

My move is in Salisbury to attend.

Good luck.

Sounds like you'll need it.

See you later, Jard.

Starting to wonder if you ever wanted to marry me at all.

Give me strength.

What are you so upset about?

You can sort it another day.

You don't get it, do you? This whole thing's jinxed.

First hetty, now this.

What are you saying?

The wedding's off.

Hurry, look.

I can't give Father a picture.

Oh, well, I think Mr Rembrandt can sleep soundly in his bed tonight.

What?

I'm sure your father will be delighted.

George?

A present for you, Father.

You know, we'll be served shortly.

I'll take it in my study.

I understand your grief in George.

We all are.

But you have four children in this house who need their father.

Not to mention a pile of outstanding bills.

You're absolutely right.

I've been putting it off for too long.

Could you gather their children and the staff in the drawing room, please?

I'll talk to them all together.

No.

Wait, Tran?

No, not my name.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

At last.

Sorry.

Let's take Harriet back to her boarding house.

I'll never guess what's happened.

Oh, we don't have time for all that.

Who is it?

Something wrong?

Mr. Callender wants to see all of us in the drawing room.

As you all know, this has been a rather difficult few weeks.

We understand, Father.

And whilst I appreciate the desire to carry on as normal,

I'm afraid life at Callender Hall will never be like it was.

As of this evening, I am no longer proprietor of the Daily Herald.

Oh, good.

I never did like that.

Falcon paper.

Within the next few weeks, I shall be returning to our home in English.

Edwin, you will be enrolled at Hallo and Constance.

You will go and live with Aunt Anastie.

But I don't like her.

No one does, my dear.

Lady Gremford, you are, of course, welcome to stay on that Callender Hall.

I can't I stay, too.

I fear you will be too much of a strain for a woman of advancing years.

Why not put me out to pasture and be done with it?

I've yet to decide which of the staff I have.

I intend to keep on, but I will let you know and do course now.

If you'll excuse me, I'm afraid it's been rather trying dead.

Constance!

Well, that's it, then.

Might as well pack our bags.

We don't know that for sure.

You had Mr. Callender.

It's over.

How can we stay together now?

We can't split us, huh?

It's not our choice to make anymore.

Scared, Sheila.

Constance?

Leave me alone!

Look!

Oh, you got my letter, then?

Yes, you need to come back to Callender Hall.

I can't, I'm sorry.

You don't understand.

Mr. Callender's leaving for India. That's not the only thing.

Harry's only gone and broken it off with Matthias.

Oh, you got my letter, then?

Yes, you need to come back to Callender Hall.

I can't, I'm sorry.

You don't understand.

Mr. Callender's leaving for India. That's not the only thing.

Harry's only gone and broken it off with Matthias.

We need you, Hattie. We can't fix this on our own.

You're going to have to.

What's wrong with you?

I'm sick of everyone taking advantage of me.

So your own problem's up from now on.

Agnes and Sheila needed me.

And yet, I couldn't bring myself to help them.

Not only had matron taken my money.

She'd taken my trust with her, too.

I'd lost everything.

My hopes, my dreams.

And now, my friends.

Harriet's gone.

Well, she's heading to New York.

Harriet! Please, just hear me out.

I'm on a mission.

Are you coming or not?

Hattie, we have to go.

Why don't you marry me?

You'll never be a star.

Oi! Just mine on me!