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(unknown)

It's not fair.

(unknown)

Anything wrong, Lydia?

No, Mr. Fowler.

Sorry, Mr. Fowler.

It makes me look like an
herbaceous border.

The color is the most becoming, though.
Definitely.

Tell her to get rid of all this fly

and make sure she can have it ready
by tomorrow, first thing.

Sorry, m'lady, but I've come for Ivo.

Tell Nanny Collins I'll ring
when I'm ready.

Yes, m'lady.
Thank you, Lydia.

Now what have we done to make our
Lydia so grumpy, hmm?

Probably sheer terror.

Nanny Collins can be quite
fearsome about routine.

If Mrs. Collins had a way we'd all be
having naps after lunch and supper by six.

I've spoken to Mrs. McClusky.

And you and the children shall have
the carriage tomorrow.

Oh, but...

I mean, thank you, madam.

It'll be a treat
for the children

and I daresay Edward
can help you carry things.

Really nothing anyone would think
I was proposing a punishment

rather than a pleasure.

Sorry, madam.

I'm most grateful.
Thank you, madam.

That will be all.

No meals was tomorrow.
Aye?

Nurses out. Mrs. St. Johns out.
Mr. St. John off at north.

Peace and quiet and a bottle of milk stout.
Who needs church?

Mr. St. John get off alright.
Yes, Mrs. Mcklusky.

Any chance of some grub?

Who's got supper to think of.
I don't mind.

Bread and cheese will do me.

I didn't get any tea, did I?

It'll be sandwiches for you tomorrow.
Aye?

Mrs. St. John says you to drive Nanny
Wickham and the children

in the carriage for their excursion.

Edward will also be able to carry
the picnic basket.

Conniving little piece, Nanny Wickham,
ain't she?

What do you mean?

You're telling me Mrs. St. John offered
her and her kids a carriage just like that?

No, she must have put in a word.

Anything to make her life easier.

Maybe it's the children are going in for
a spot of fishing.

Yeah, well, I'm not biting.

Dear, dear Lydia, why so downcast?

Sir.

You seem unusually gloomy.

Nanny Collins using the whip hand, is she?

Oh, no, sir.

Then I hope your young man hasn't been
boorish enough to upset you.

I ain't got a young man, sir.

It's just Nanny Wickham,
the St. John's across the square.

and the Hutchinson's inter-nanny,
Miss Randall.

Well, they're going to the country tomorrow
for a picnic

and I asked Nanny Collins if I could go
instead of my half day next week, see.

And I take it that Nanny Collins said no?

Oh, yes, sir.

I ain't seen the country
since I was at home.

Best get this back.

Her Ladyship will be wondering
where I got to.

Come on.
Time for bed.

I leave the door to my room open, alright?

Goodnight.

Nighty night.

They've been awake for hours.

Couldn't wait any longer.

Something wrong?

Just never seen you without your
uniform on, that's all.

Picnic basket.

Come on, slip.
It's time to get going?

What you got there?

It's secret.

Oh, all right don't show me,
if you don't want to.

You can look.

I didn't touch anything.

I was especially careful.

Well, never mind it.
Tell me about it later.

Looks like Cook's done us proud.

She told me to use eggs for your (unknown).

You're the topic of conversation, you are.

Really?

They recon you're chasing after him.

They recons why Mrs. St. John gave you
the carriage so that, um

he'd have to come with you.

I want the news, I'll read the paper.

Thank you very much.

Ned says when I'm tall and can take
turns when I could reach them.

Does he?

Good morning, Hannah.
Morning.

We've introduced ourselves.

Isn't it funny being on duty
without our uniforms?

Well, you'd better get changed.

I'm not due another clean
apron till tomorrow.

I meant to go out.

Her Ladyship has given you permission
to move your Sunday off.

Thank you.
Thank you, Nanny Collins.

It's her Ladyship you should thank.

You're a very lucky girl.
Get on, then.

Hey, wait for me!

We thought you weren't coming?

Is there any room?
Of course, there is.

That's my brother.
We're picking him up.

Master Bertie.
And there was me thinking

Mr. and Mrs. St. John got themselves
a couple of new coachman.

Good chatting with you. You must be Ned.

Hello ladies!

Have you been here before?
No.

How'd you know my name anyway?

Matty keeps me up to date
on all the gossip.

She said there was a new footman started.

Hey, you can get fruit at the river here.
I'll show you.

Children?

Mind you stay back from
that river, it's dangerous.

Leave that, my dear.
Mrs. St. John said that Ned was to carry things.

It was ever so good of Mrs. St. John to let
us have the carriage, wasn't it?

It's just a shame he had to come at all.

I was really looking forward to this.

He's nice to look at, isn't he?

There you go, he's nice to look at and
he's company for Jack.

Oh, come on, Matty.

Don't let him spoil our day.

Anyway, Mrs. St. John just wanted to
make sure the coast was clear.

I think if they really love each other

well, it's meant to be, isn't it?

Maybe it is.

Mrs. St. John and Captain Mason
aren't married, Hannah.

Love can exist without it.

You ever drink in the Eagle and Child,
Down Limehouse way?

No.

I could have sworn you look familiar.

Just got one of those faces.

Mind if I have a go?

Be my guest.

I won.
No, you didn't, did he Bertie?

Well, I'm not sure.

You killed the evil wizard who is holding
me prisoner in the Dark Tower

and I'm the beautiful princess and you've
got to come and rescue me.

He's killed you.
Die!

Lavinia.

I thought it unnecessary to have
myself announced.

Of course.

What brings you to town?

We had to come up to see Gerald's
mother. She is unwell.

Sorry.

She has had these attacks every summer
since we were married.

I can only think it's sheer ill
nature on her part.

Vexing.

You were on your way out?

No.

Your butler tells me Arnold is not at home.

Visiting the great unwashed.

It really was too good
of you to think of us.

Naturally I thought to call upon you.

It is the duty of a sister, after all.

But you still haven't told us how you
managed to escape your Nanny Collins.

Lady Lamson-Scribener.

She was the one who said to
have the day off.

I'm ever so lucky to work
for such a nice family.

I mean they'd be nice even if they
didn't have a title.

Very broad minded of you.

I mean, Lord Hugh.

He'd be a proper gentleman
even if he weren't.

If you see what I mean.

You will be careful of your Lord Hugh,
my girl.

Always been ever so good to me, Matty.

Toffs are never nice without a reason.

Matty's right.

You should watch it.

Well, I'm off to dip my feet in the river.
Anyone coming?

I think I'll stay here. (I'll come)
Maybe I will keep you company.

Good

Maddy?

No, best stay here, make sure no one
gets into mischief.

No rest for the wicked.

She must feel like this all the time
upstairs. Lady in leisure.

Go on then.
Since it's a Sunday.

Tell cook we only require a light lunch
and potter.

I find anything more unsettling
to the digestion.

Papa was the same.

I could digest pebbles.

You take after the other
side of the family.

She said she was dining out.

What am I supposed to feed
him on? Thin air?

Mrs. St. John did say a light lunch.

Let's see, consomme, cheese souffle,
asparagus

hollandaise, fruit cup and a savory.

How's that sound?

Souffle?
We got hardly any eggs.

Pringle cooked most of them for
the nursery picnic.

I can't do a souffle without eggs,
or hollandaise.

What had we got then?

Kippers!

Suzanne is gonna be the clever one
of all of us, I reckon.

Sharp, she is.

If my dad had his way, none of them
would go to school but

my mum and me always sticks up for him.

Got a family, Hannah?

They still haven't caught anything, you know.

Well. they're in the wrong
place for a start.

Do you know about fishing then?

Of course, I do.

Hold that, will you?

To Miss Lydia Weston,
fisherwoman extraordinaire.

If this were a trout stream, well I
could really show some of it.

Champion trout tickler, me.

Did they laugh?

No, little one. They just go to sleep
and you pick them up and

put them in your net.

That's not very sporting.
Quite right, Tom.

Chuck us an egg, will you, Matty?

What's the magic word?

Just chuck us an egg, sarge.

Sarge?

Yeah, when we were little, Matty was so
bossy, we used to call her Sarge.

Short for sergeant major.

An egg, was it?

Oh, Pringle.

I heard word on Thursday, Victoria...

Yes?

Captain Mason is here, madam.

Oh.
Peculiar time for a visit.

Captain Mason is in the guards.

Arnold has made something
of a favorite to him.

He must have forgotten to tell him
he'd be away.

Show him up, Potter.

I shall play the Good Samaritan,
since it's Sunday.

I think Captain Mason sometimes finds the
mess a little uncivilized for his taste.

Captain Harry Mason?

Yes.
You know him?

I know something of his reputation.

Gerald's younger brother Roderick
is in guards.

Of course.

I try not to indulge in gossip.

It is perfectly proper to indulge
in gossip, Victoria

if it prevents one from
being its subject.

If you will follow me, sir?

Thank you, Potter.

Oh, Potter, the heckling carriage outside.
He's been told to wait.

Could you inform him there's been a
change of plan?

Of course, sir.
Thank you.

Mrs. St. John comes from a very
respectable family.

Her father's the nephew of an Earl.

Didn't stop them (unknown), did it?

What on earth do you mean,
Lydia Weston?

She ran off.

with the children's tutor.

He was half her age, and all.

There was never such a scandal,
Nanny Collins says.

Everyone knew.
I bet they did.

He was an Italian.

(unknown), Nanny Collins says.

(unknown) ten penny.

The children were only right small

and they were never allowed to
see their mother again.

Fancy, just leaving them.

Nanny Collins says it's very difficult if
there's someone like that in the family.

Well, for the girls, I mean.

When they get married?

Why?

Everyone expects they're
gonna act the same.

Do you think she will?
With Captain Mason?

Of course not.

You've got a lot to learn, Lydia.
You really do.

So, Roddy Heaton's your, uh, nephew?

My brother-in-law.

Of course.

Dark horse, old Roddy, don't you think?

Still, he's engaged to a perfectly
charming girl.

Cecily Kempton?

Gerald introduced them as a matter of fact.

I must commend your husband's eye.
She's a perfect peach.

Gerald wanted to take holy orders but he
inherited the estate

before it could come about.

Still he's always mindful of the happiness
of others, isn't he, Lavinia?

Indeed.

I'm very ignorant I'm afraid. My
own people are from Hampshire

but Norfolk is a county one has spoken of
most highly.

I don't see why.
It is far from picturesque

and the damp is quite a penetrating.

Ain't that your job?

Put things out.
Prepare for the arrival.

Wouldn't suit me.
Dressing up. Taking orders.

It'll do me for now.

How'd you earn a crust anyway?

Oh, you know, little bit this,
little bit of that.

Oh yeah.

You heard of Charlie Clifford?
Runs a few businesses down Limehouse way?

Don't want to get on the wrong
side of him.

That's right.
Done some work for him a while back.

What about now?

Oh, you know, little bit of this,
little bit of that.

I've been doing some delivering for
liberties but don't know long I'll stick it.

Figure I'm gonna get in touch with Charlie
again, once he's out of Pentonville.

Jack had a promising musical career
at one stage, didn't you, Jack?

Thank you.

I didn't know were musical.

I'm not.
That was too modest.

He had the loudest voice in the church
choir until he was 14.

I shall give your regards to Roddy.
Good afternoon, Captain Mason.

Please convey my regrets to Arnold
at having missed him.

Oh, how boneheaded of me, there was an
article that Arnold particularly wanted you see,

Captain Mason. Something concerning the
liberal imperialist counsel.

I'll fetch it for you.

Surely Potter could find it.

Potter's eyesight is not all it should be.

I had the carriage waiting,
private dining room arranged.

She just decended on me like
a biblical plague.

How on earth did two sisters manage
to be so different?

We're not so unalike.
Lavinia is no fool.

There's seem to be any number of
things that Lavinia is not.

It was unwise for her to see you, Harry.

Fortunately propriety was served.

I shall write.
Victoria?

You know, you really are a mystery to me.

Not too sphinx-like, I hope.

You really think I'm unlike Lavinia?

That's champagne from soda water.

About to have the strawberries.
Didn't want you to miss out.

Oh, I don't think I could.

It would be a banquet, wouldn't it?

Well, sorry to disturb you.

Oh, you're not, honestly.

Some people are very partial
to strawberries.

I prefer raspberries myself.
Me too? Really? Definitely.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Ready or not, here I come.

Are they shut?
Yeah.

They've gotta stay shut.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Fee fie fo fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman.

Even though we say the same thing, it
sounds very different with a Russian accent.

I'll take your word for it.

Hannah?

Stupid, stupid!

I've always wanted a brother and if I one,

I'd want him to be just like you.

Your turn.

I can't think of anything.
Not allowed, come on.

Right, um...

I actually quite enjoyed singing in the
church choir.

How feeble.

Alright, uh...

I haven't got a best girl

but if I did, I'd want her to be
just like you.

I'm sorry.

No, I should get back that's all.
Bertie would be getting anxious.

A daft game, anyway.
Yeah.

Who taught you it?

Here.
I can manage.

Like you said, it's not your job.

Why have you got it in for me?

I haven't.

That business I had with Tom.

Can we let bygones be bygones?

That.

Oh, so I've done something else, have I?

I don't like being spoken of lightly.

What?

You were talking about me
down in the kitchen.

Pringle said.

If I had sixpence for every time a name
is mentioned in the kitchen,

I'll buy myself a diamond ring.

What was I supposed to have said?

It doesn't matter what you said,
Ned Jones.

But if you think I'd look twice your way,
you've got another thing coming.

If you want to know, it was Cook who
said you were after me.

I know how straight laced
you are, don't worry.

I'm not straight-laced.

I just know what's what.

The nursery is no place for funny business.

Funny business?

You know what I mean?

So, you gonna die an old maid, are you?

And what if I do?

There's more to life than...that.

You don't know what you're missing.

The trouble with you, Ned Jones, is that
you don't know what decent girl is.

Home free!

I've lived all over the place in my time.

You're an Alliance man,
born and bred, are you?

Yeah. Like me?

Never thought of getting out?

Nah.

Keeps me down to the ground.

(unknown)

Mind, you we had that bloke killed
around here. You must have heard about it.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Think I saw it on the paper.

Cock fight, wasn't it?

Bare-knuckle fight.

It's only a matter of time before
the police get the bloke who did it.

I thought they didn't have a description.

They didn't at first.
Someone's just come forward.

She can't have got very far.
If we spread out, we'll find her in no time.

We'll go this way.

Come Bertie.

Lydia!

Who'd want you, anyway?

Stupid!

Mrs. St. John would like tea for her
and her sister.

Anything else?

22 kinds of fancy cake, model of
Buckingham Palace in spun sugar?

Just tea.
And bread and butter.

Lydia!

Lydia!

Do you think there's bears?

If we meet a bear, you just have
to pull a face, like this. Arrrrrr

and then run off.

Thank you.

It's alright.

Lydia!

Hannah...

what I said before...

I know, Jack, please.
It's a grand day.

You said you'd find the (unknown)
and that was a lie.

It was not!

Ay boy, calm down.

I thought we were supposed
to be tracking Lydia.

He started it.

You don't suppose Indian scouts
fallout at each other, do you?

Randall, Bertie doesn't
have a sister, does he?

Well, he's got lots of brothers.

There's Charles and Nathaniel and
Henry.

Liar!

Master Tom.

Bertie, come on.
Don't get upset, that's what Tom wanted.

I'm not a liar.

I know you're not.

And I do have a sister.

In Heaven.

Oh Bertie.
I'm sorry no one told me.

Are they her clothes in the night nursery?

The ones you were worried
about this morning?

What's her name?

Charlotte.

You must have been very
sad when she went away.

She went to a better place.

Lydia!

Yes?

Mrs. Heaton's carriage has arrived, madam.

Thank You, Potter.

You must write next time we shall
dine with Arnold and Gerald.

You know how I detest town.

Perhaps a spell with us in Norfolk
would do you good?

Your color seems a little hectic.

Does it?

One should deal with these things before
they become too serious.

Mother's brooch.

I heard word on Thursday.

It was a sort of low fever
they get over there,

with the mosquitoes I believe.

All afternoon, you've made
conversation, knowing...

There was a letter from her solicitors
and a packet with the brooch in.

There's very little to discuss Victoria.
She had no estate.

There's an end to it.

Surely she sent a message.

No.

Then she must have given the
solicitors instructions to send us word.

She was thinking of us

They were obliged to notify us.

We were her next of kin.

Did you never hope you'd
hear from her again?

Something?

She died a long time ago.

Oh, Lavinia, you loved her too.

You were older, you have more memories.

One can train oneself out of remembering.

But I want to remember.

I can remember so little.

If only we could speak...

You are distressing yourself unnecessarily.

Get your maid to bathe your temples.

Good bye, Victoria.

Lydia might have gone away.

Why would she do that, now?

Because of the scandal.

I don't know where you pick up
such words, Harriet St. John.

Lydia said.

If mama ran away with Captain Mason,
would we never see her again?

Nonsense, Harriet.

You were sleeping and you heard Lydia
telling stories. All closed up.

If we find Lydia's footprints,
then we can follow them.

Bertie, you know you were worried about
something this morning.

Something to do with Charlotte?

I couldn't find her cup.

Her cup?

Aren't there just coats in the drawer?

Or maybe it's been moved?

It's always there.
No one's allowed to touch. I just look.

Do you see (unknown), Randall?

Ah!

I found her!
Everyone, I found her.

Come on, Bertie.

Lydia.

Where have you been?

I ran and I couldn't find it, the path, like.

and it all looks the same.

I don't know, Lydia, where you were
when they were handing out the brains?

It's not my fault.

I've never been here before and
I would have asked for directions sooner

but some people were too busy
spooning to notice.

Jack?
What?

Lydia?

Hey, what's all this about spooning?

Better ask Hannah.

We were just talking, that's all, honestly.

I believe you.

There's just been a misunderstanding.

You mustn't pay any attention
to Jack, you know.

He gets a bit carried away with himself.

I've gone and spoiled everything,
haven't I? You should never have asked me.

Don't be silly.

We wouldn't a caught a single
fish for a start.

And the children have had a wonderful
time tracking you through the woods.

Come on.

I must look like a proper scarecrow.

Nothing a bit of spit and...

Come on.

Here.
Give this to Lydia.

And you might say you're sorry
while you're at it.

She's the one that got lost.
What have I done?

Why do I think you were as
good as courting her?

Me?

You'll need your (unknown).

Anyone could have got lost in
those woods.

Can't been pleasant.

No it wasn't.

Lydia, I don't want you to think...

I mean I hope you won't find it
untoward if I say that...

I might have led you to think
certain things.

I think you're a lovely girl but
it's strictly friends is what I mean.

I'm sorry.

Friends, then, ay?

Do I get a smile?

Go on, ay?

Suits him, doesn't it?

You look like you've got the troubles
of the world on shoulders.

Not quite.

It's just Bertie says
something's gone missing. A cup.

Well, it doesn't sound too serious.

Well, it turns out that Bertie
had a baby sister who died.

They've kept some of her things.

Probably a christening cup, then.

Mmm

Fretting about it, is he?

Well, he knows how easily
he gets the blame.

Well, I'd have a proper look around,
if I were you.

And if it doesn't turn up,
I'd talk to the butler.

That way, Simmons can't blame Bertie.

Or you for that matter.

You've caught the sun.

I picked you these.

Oh, they're very nice, aren't they?

For wildflowers.

But we mustn't keep them in the night
nursery. Take baby's breath away.

Oh, I used to freckle at your age.

We'll get you some lemon juice.

Well, aren't you going to come
and sit down?

I suppose Nanny Wickham didn't have
much to say for herself.

Nanny Simmons...

What do you think?

It's very elegant.

It should be for what it cost.

Mind, I haven't had one new for five years.

What was it you wanted?

Nothing.

Enter.

What can I do for you, Randall?

I wanted to ask your opinion
on something, Mr. Bowles.

How can I help you?

I understand Charles and Bertie had a
baby sister, Charlotte, who died?

Indeed.
Sad business.

I'd appear some of her
things have been kept

and Bertie has brought it to my
attention that a cup has gone missing.

Ah.
Missing or mislaid?

It appears Bertie goes through
the things quite regularly.

Children play with things
they're easily lost.

He may even have told her to
prevent himself getting into trouble.

Bertie is not a devious child.

I haven't mentioned it to anyone,
even Nanny Simmons.

You did right to come to me first.

I can leave it with you, then?

I won't deal with the matter in my own way.

Yes, Mr Bowles.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

Amen.
Amen.

I came to say goodnight.

Did you catch many fish?

Loads.

We could have some for breakfast.
You could have some too.

And Lydia caught the biggest one and
she told stories,

Stories?

Ghost stories or fairy stories?
Nothing frightening I hope.

A little frightening. She said...

They're tired out, madam.

Of course.

You can tell me about it tomorrow.
You're very tired.

Is this new, mama?

No, darling.

Goodnight, Nanny Wickam.
Goodnight, madam.

You'd been better off in your bed.

It's all that fresh air.

Funny, isn't it?
What?

I've been breathing fresh air
all my life before I came to London

and I never felt any different then.

Evening, my lady.

Good evening, Lydia.

What do you have to say to her Ladyship?

Thank you ever so much for
letting me go out today, m'lady.

Oh, no, really it's Lord Hugh you should thank.

He's the one who mentioned it to me.

Now, you go to the kitchen
and get some lemon juice.

Yes, Nanny Collins.

Ain't that Pringles job?

I didn't have the heart.

It's quiet, isn't it?

I put my feet up.

Seems it was a bit busy while we were out.

Goodnight, then.
Goodnight.

You were a help today.

Thanks, Sarge.

Say within the next week.

I don't know what you mean.

You know we don't like trouble in the
house. You won't hear anymore about it.

If I'm being accused, I'll pack my
bags here and now, Mr. Bowles.

No.
No one's accusing you of anything.

There's others around here should be asked.

I merely mention it...

Ah, Gibbons, at last.
I'm dying of thirst today.

Another bottle of (unknown), if you please?

They don't understand, Henry.
She's a lovely girl.

Indeed.

Halt! Who goes there?
Friend or foe?

Oh, it's you Lydia.

I thought my stepmama
might be spying on me.

No, sir.

I'm sorry, sir. She knows she's
meant to use the back stairs.

I daresay, Lydia's on some urgent errand
involving the blessed infant, Ivo.

Aren't you, Lydia?

Of course, you are.

What are you waiting for, Gibbons?

Set a course.

Most irregular, Lydia.

Sorry, sir.

Oh, how was the country?

Very nice, sir.
Thank you, sir.

It was ever so nice of you to put
a word in with her Ladyship.

My pleasure.

I ever so grateful.

Well, perhaps you can do
me a favor in return?

Of course, sir.
Anything.

Anything?

I like the sound of that.

Alas, I must bid you good night.

Goodnight, sir.