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[upbeat folk music]

[heavy breathing]

[Man] Running.

The Earl likes his athletes.

The Colosseum.

By a local artist.

If you want another kiss,

you'll have to put on them clothes.

Maybe you'll have to get used to a few more scratches.

Maybe I will.

For those who serve.

May their conduct be always exemplary.

[tense music]

[heavy breathing]

[spoon tapping]

[sigh]

[coins dropping]

Ah.

[laughing]

Woohoo!

You two got your snouts in the trough again?

Says you.

Better for us getting fat than it is for you, mate.

You're not going down there again.

Hey, I've got two hours off.

An hour there back, hour back.

* She was fat, she was beautiful. *

-* Not a tooth in her gob. -* Not a tooth in her gob.

* But she likes her young footy lads *

* so she charge them two bob.

Yeah, well she's got teeth mate.

She gives it me for sixpence.

She never does.

Sixpence?

Sixpence.

What?

She charges you two bob.

No.

No!

Once, I got drunk, once.

Not every bloody week like he does.

Of course.

I didn't remember.

There you are then.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

* She was fat he was beautiful

* Not a tooth in her gob.

Sixpence, my arse.

[upbeat folk music]

[upbeat music]

Cook's creating a merry hell about his fire.

I'm just about to go and do it.

He's got those menus to do

and there is ice on his windows.

All his menus.

Stew Monday, stew Tuesday, stew Wednesday.

He still needs a fire.

I know!

when I was under housemaid,

I got up in the middle of the night to get it all done.

Yeah well you were a saint, weren't you.

No.

But you can't keep nursemaid hours anymore, can you?

I got the message, thank you.

I could do the Old Scullery for you.

Oh, I love you Charlotte Lewis!

His Lordship's waiting for us, sir.

[Jarvis] Has he wet the bed?

Been up for hours, Mr. Jarvis.

Thank you, Mr. Adams.

Sir.

His Lordship's waiting for us.

Any news on His Lordship's cousin?

Should be here this afternoon.

It needs to be someone else to rant at.

We may escape the worst of it.

I'm sorry, he's been very difficult.

Three laundry maids six days a week.

Bloody hell woman, cleanliness may be next to godliness

but God don't pay the wages!

[laughing]

The effect of grief on a loving father.

Is there ever anything I can do, Mrs. Ryan?

Thank you, Mr. Jarvis.

I do know you're always there to turn to.

[upbeat music]

[carriage rumbling]

Ah, Miss May.

What a dusty little body you've got.

Oh Mr. Cosmo.

Better than a dirty little mind.

It's quite nice having a dirty little mind.

Makes the hours fly by to our next afternoon of what?

Six days time?

Roll on the day.

What you want to do?

Anything that don't involve coal.

Bugger.

Was going to cover you in coal dust and lick it off.

Here, I've got something to tell ya.

I can't, George.

I thought you wanted to better yourself, Grace?

Still room maid.

She's leaving.

Yeah I know.

She's getting wed.

Is that it?

I thought you wanted that job?

Making jams and jellies for Mrs. Ryan?

In a couple of years maybe.

Well why wait?

How many fires are you going to stoke in two years, Grace?

What, 17 a day, 365 days in a year?

That's 12,000 fires, Grace.

Still, black nails and skin like a coal miner,

that'll do do me.

[giggling]

[footsteps]

-Morning. -Morning.

Dull bloody place this, isn't it?

We're in mourning, mate.

Shoes on table!

I'm not superstitious.

I am.

Get them off.

And we're not in mourning.

We're like out in the musical.

Yeah, I eat fire and he he juggles his balls.

You're that runner.

The Honourable James don't usually bring a footman.

I'm not here to wait.

I'm here to race.

[shoes bangs on table]

He's always been a cocky sod.

Remember the hill race?

Up the hill to Neptune, the statue, and back down again.

So I said, you'll have to let me go Rosie.

-She said- -My child on my back

is locked and we're stuck like this forever.

No.

She said, oh don't leave me Frederick,

I've never had a lover like you.

Well I hope you've not knackered yourself mate.

No, I can take on a hard on, me, still one more.

John Walters,

the bloke that came second to you at Willowfield.

I know John, what about him?

He's in the servants room.

Yeah, he passed me on the drive.

Hill race tomorrow.

You and him.

Great.

Give us all something to do, won't it.

[tense music]

[rocks clinking]

[sigh]

What are you doing?

Er.

Cellar keys, Mrs. Ryan.

Haven't you done that yet?

I've done today's allowance, yes, but chef requires-

Well then, you better stop wasting your time

and fetch it for him, hadn't you?

What are you doing with the wages sheet?

It was on the floor, Mrs. Ryan.

Hmm.

[bell rings]

-[people talking] -[people laughing]

Come on, George.

Meat for the runners?

Where's Fred to?

Oh, is that a nice fat juicy steak calling?

Give it here Suzie.

All right, John?

Far too fit for a drink.

You?

Never been better.

Anyone want my fat?

Yeah.

Ta.

Just a pity you can't get rid of the blubber

off your belly and bum so easily.

Muscle, mate.

You'll wish it was, boy.

His Lordship loves his races, but only when he wins.

Embarrass him in front of his cousin

and you'll be looking for another job.

Mr. Adams.

Sir.

Have we abandoned prayers before meals?

I was just waiting for the stragglers, Mr. Jarvis.

I'll see you in the footman's room, at half one.

Sir.

-[Maid] Phew. -[people talking]

You want some of that?

Is that all right?

Aren't we animals in the jungle?

Behave yourselves!

Johnny!

Bell that gong, boy.

[upbeat music]

And we expect that us in thy service,

and in this service of our earthly masters,

and especially the athletes amongst us.

-Amen. -[Everybody] Amen.

Didn't seem proper to have a race

when we're all still in mourning.

Thank God says I.

Only to save us from bloody solitaire and guessing games.

I never thought I'd miss Lady Caroline's callers.

Well all I know is I'm just sick of black.

Take a look at this.

All thread bare.

Give it a week and it'll just fall apart.

Is that a promise, love?

-[laughing] -[Maids] Eurgh.

We'll all be out of black by the end of the month.

You'll see.

Oh, goody goody.

Who cares about Lord Harry anyway?

He was only an idiot, weren't he?

Well if he wasn't, he did a very fine imitation of one.

[upbeat music]

[Grace] Mrs. Ryan.

Grace, have you finished the fires at last?

Yes, Mrs. Ryan.

Good, then this is your sewing time.

Yes ma'am.

It's just...

What is it?

I thought I could make a start on the preserves.

What sort of a start?

I used to make all sorts for my mum.

Jams and jellies, and everything.

Come along.

Have you ever made apple jelly?

Hmm?

Let's see.

Medlars.

Oh, no, not rotted down yet.

Oh, and there'll be lemons from the orangery.

Mr. Jarvis loves his lemon curd.

Right.

Make a start.

We'll see how we get on.

Boil two dozen jars and chop up all the fruit.

I'll be back.

[sigh]

Seem to be sending rather a lot

of items for repair, Mr. Adams.

I don't think so, Mr. Jarvis.

Am I wrong yet again?

Well, there were some dents from the trip from Italy.

I didn't know we took this to Italy.

Well, the funeral was heavy on-

Did we take this to Italy?

No, Mr. Jarvis.

Thank you.

You.

Go up to the kitchen, collect those knives.

Done them.

Then take them back.

Still got these to do.

Go on, boy.

Don't sit there like some great suet pudding.

Hmm.

And that's how Mr. Jarvis got himself a pair of garters

consisting entirely of Scottish guts.

If you're unhappy with the way

I look after the silver, Mr. Jarvis-

I am unhappy with almost everything you do, Mr. Adams.

Was it necessary to threaten Frederick with the sack?

I didn't think it would do any harm.

Do you want Taplows to lose?

Of course not, sir.

But if I can shake them up a bit,

I don't think you realise

how troublesome and bored they are.

We're in bloody mourning, we're supposed to be bored.

It's practise for the eternal bliss that awaits us.

I brought you down from Scotland because I thought you

would fit in quickly and effortlessly.

These are not the footmen I would choose-

They are the only footmen we have,

as I am the only butler you have.

I employed them just as I employed you.

And I will decide who gets sacked and when,

and I'll decide that after the race.

Sir.

[tense music]

[kettle pot clinks]

[singing]

God, what's up with you?

Someone's nicked my bloody piss.

I can't believe it.

Someone's nicked my bloody piss.

It's taking the piss, do you think?

Bloody marvellous.

Look, just do some more.

It's not as if it's hard to come by.

Yeah, I've just done one.

-Is that mine? -Here you are mate.

Have some of mine.

Oh my God, it's a bit dank innit, your pee?

It looks like...

Hey, we could tip it into a whiskey bottle.

And put it under Andrew's nose.

I think he'd smell a rat.

I think it smells lovely.

Oi, lads!

Come and see this.

Oh bloody hell, what a big girl.

Mind, he'll slap you with his pigtails.

[laughing]

Well he's done that before, hasn't he?

Haven't seen you skipping, Fred.

I can skip.

Anyone can skip.

So if someone was to place a bet.

Tell him, have I ever let you down?

Never been defeated.

Did come a close second though.

It wasn't that close.

I'm only asking 'cause the Lordships got 20 quid on you.

Should've bet 50.

[tense music]

We'll start peeling up now, Grace.

[Grace] That's the the Apple jelly draining and I-

Yes, I can see that, thank you.

So, should I start on the lemon curd tomorrow?

No, too heavy on eggs.

Let's get these on before the mould gets in.

The Highland Games at Fort William?

Won that one.

Up this mountain thing down the other side.

Scarborough, the races, 20 of us off down that course.

Right out of a trap.

Won that one.

That's nothing.

We fire a cannon to start the race, Fred runs off,

runs the course, has a drink from His Lordship, turns around

and catches the bloody cannonball before it's even landed.

Huh?

Fred told us you you was a real runt.

Whistle in the wind, love.

Get all the food I want.

Wine, beer, spirits, you name it.

You're very strong, aren't you?

I could pick you up with one hand,

and I may just have to prove it.

[giggling]

Is it true you were at Ashwell Manor?

What's it to you?

We went the ball every year, never saw you there.

Ah, well I never show you there.

So I guess I wasn't unlucky all the time, ey?

[tense music]

Esther Spicer, five guineas.

You gave her not one penny and she left last month.

Mary Elliot, she's been sacked for the last two years.

Jonathan Wilton dead, Christmas day the year I came here.

They're not drawing their wages, so who is?

[door closes]

I didn't start it, I don't offer that as an excuse.

It's no excuse.

I inherited, I don't know.

20 names,

15.

It was a long time ago.

And you've been drawing their wages ever since.

People long gone, long dead.

I tried to stop it, I even put them down as dead.

But the steward kept sending me

five shillings per head for the funerals.

I couldn't get out of it, whichever way I twist it.

Esther Spicer.

You did not inherit her.

You'll get used to the money.

I have a mortgage.

Well it's well for some.

It's just a small cottage.

Well, perhaps you should have stolen more

and then you could have afforded a mansion.

Where is it?

Eastbourne.

[Flora Ryan] Very nice.

Hmm.

You know the game, Flora.

Mrs. Ryan.

After 30 years, if you last that long,

you'll get nine pounds a year.

I will get nine pounds a year and you will get nothing.

Now you will get nothing.

I will get a cart ride to jail.

Is that what you want?

You do know we're a matching pair, I suppose?

Yes, so we're Georgian, well.

White lads to a penny.

The London house, remember Abraham and Matthew?

Oh I couldn't stand Matthew.

Yeah, but when Abraham got the drop said,

they elbowed them both.

Yeah, well fair enough.

Two pot dogs and a mantle, one gets bust,

you aint got a prayer no more.

Will you stop mucking about you bloody thick head.

If you get sacked, I go too.

Aw, you've seen me in training, you know how fit I am.

I've seen him too.

Look, he's a fart in a colander, right?

And anyway, I need some encouragement.

A little bit of the old, we know you can do it.

-No, Fred. -No, just give it a rest Joe.

Right, there's only so much one man can take.

I'm a good butler.

I serve my master well.

I know what he wants before he knows it himself.

You're a thief.

Pro rata, Mrs. Ryan.

Do you not allow a little Christmas gift from the draper

to the master to slip into your belongings?

One sheet, Mr. Jarvis, as well you know.

Pro rata, Mrs. Ryan.

I'm sure next year it'll be two sheets.

Then there's tea from the grocer

-and shoes from a cobblers. -It is not the same.

I guarantee that everyone in this house

is on the mic, one level or another.

[door opens]

What do you want?

[Mr Adams] The vicar's leaving soon.

Dammit.

Thank you.

We'll finish this when I get back.

[tense music]

[upbeat music]

Where were you this afternoon?

That's what we was all wondering.

Mrs. Ryan made me do a load of jams and things.

Poor Susan and Lizzie were running round

tending your house all afternoon.

That's why you've gone all red, Susan.

Sorry but I wasn't exactly having a day off, was I?

I think poor Susan's having a swoon.

-[laughing] -Shut up.

That all the extra work or something else, do you think?

Point is, Grace, it's your job

to tend the fires for lower service.

And we have got enough to do as it is.

Really?

My fires have to be lit by six,

you don't have to worry 'til eight.

I get the big Old Scullery hours

and you get pretty little bedrooms.

-I get complete- -You'll get the back

of my hand, miss, if you don't

shut your mouth and let me read.

Thing is, Andrew, she forgets.

We've all had a turn at her job.

I said enough!

God almighty, if I'd wanted this

I would have stopped at home with a wife and all her brats.

How'd your training go, John?

Not bad.

Down the road, up the hill, back again.

Four minutes dead.

[Mr. Adams] Very good.

[mellow music]

[Jarvis] You can't hide in here forever.

I'm not hiding.

I had my supper on a tray.

Rather than face me.

And why would I be afraid to do that?

I haven't done anything wrong.

If you are ashamed of what you're about to do,

you'd have had supper with your colleagues.

And if you were not a thief, I would be able to do so.

[fire crackling]

I wish I hadn't found you out.

But now that I have,

if I keep my silence then I'm as bad as you are.

Everyone will suffer.

My life will be gone.

I'll grow old in jail.

Taplows will be a laughing stock, so will His Lordship.

I will not be bullied, Mr. Jarvis.

You think they'll thank you for this piece of good news?

You'll be out on your rear too.

How could His Lordship keep his servant

who knows him for a fool.

But at least I will go with a good character.

Very well.

Let us treat this as a business matter,

as I don't know how to stop this income,

maybe I should share it instead.

How can you share what isn't yours?

Look at this room.

Would this be all you ever have?

Will you have a cottage in Brighton or...

Where do your family come from?

The moon, Mr. Jarvis, we come from the moon.

We're childish and naive, and we believe in people

who should never ever have been believed in.

Now, will you please go?

[tense music]

[glass smashes]

My master's finest brandy.

Only the best for yours truly.

Every evening around this time.

Our Fred had half a pig for breakfast,

and half a dairy for his supper, so stuff you mate.

It's been raining all morning.

Be like running in shit tomorrow.

You might get a nasty shock.

Will I?

But I don't think so.

[Charlotte] And I did half her work for her.

She hasn't even stacked the kindling, she's useless.

Take no notice of them.

I don't blame them.

I sort of pushed myself forward for the jam making.

Good for you.

Yeah, but Charlotte was housemaid for two years.

Two years of getting up at five.

She was daft enough to do that, you're not.

Gotta look after yourself, Grace, 'cause no-one else will.

Apart from me.

Shouldn't you be in bed, Grace, then.

The rate you would finish,

you better get up again at three.

The rate she was going, she better not go to bed at all.

[laughing]

[upbeat music]

Ey!

Never learn, do you?

-You shut your face. -Hmm.

Take no notice.

They've got filthy minds.

They don't understand that on the eve of a race

an athlete has to be single minded.

And pure.

And rested.

Abstemious.

[laughing]

How was it?

Moon's gone in, mate, I can't really see.

Yeah, but it was a bit faster, wasn't it, don't you think?

Grounds a wet and you can't see where you're going.

I was slower.

Let's call it a day.

You've been up and down there like a monkey on a stick.

It was slower.

Shit!

Will, what am I gonna do?

[suspenseful music]

I think you better go to bed right now.

I think you'd better not go to bed at all.

I think you'd better go to

Mr. Cosmos bed actually, Miss May.

I think if we get caught,

we'll both be sleeping under the stars.

I'll do it.

He'll go for it.

That's every penny I've got.

Listen, get yourself to bed.

I'll do what I can.

What is it to you if you lose?

I'm not throwing the race.

The thing is, he's a darky.

So what?

Well he won't get another place, not easily.

Well I would?

Look, if you throw the race it's worth a pound to you,

bar only a few pennies.

And if I win, I get a fiver.

Oo, let me see, which one do I go with?

It's bugger all for letting me sleep.

He can't afford to lose and neither can I.

So why don't we let the race settle it for us.

[Mr Adams] What the hell is going on in here?

[William Forrest] Nothing.

You dirty boys!

No we're not!

So what secrets are we whispering?

More mischief, Mr. Forrest?

I just didn't want to wake the boy up.

Very kind.

Bed.

Now.

You're all right, Jethro, nothing to worry about here.

You.

[door creaking]

Look, I know what you got up to in there.

It's Forrest.

Now come on, how much did they offer you?

I don't know what you mean, Mr. Adams.

Don't be one of them, John.

This is a crossroads for you.

Did you even know it.

You win that race like a good lad,

Frederick gets kicked too,

and I bring in someone of my choosing.

Some bright boy that wants to get on.

You'd like Taplows.

Would I?

I can guarantee it.

You and me could run rings round this lot.

Excuse the pun.

Didn't know it was one.

Oi.

What did you say to him?

-Who? -Oh don't.

Come here.

Andrew, just now.

I didn't.

He did all the talking.

You say anything?

What?

How come I never saw you at Ashwell Manor?

You've gone a funny colour, Georgie.

Yeah, and you've gone quite funny yourself.

So come on then, what's the answer?

Don't you sing any other songs?

How come I never saw you at Ashwell Manor?

Every dance they had, they put me in the orangery looking

after ladies that fainted and them too old and fat to dance.

All right?

That must've pissed you off.

No, the tips were very generous.

Good.

Now get away from me before I stuff your balls

down your frightened little throat.

[suspenseful music]

Hey, how'd it go?

Did you know he gets a fiver if he wins?

Bastard.

Hey, come on, we don't know he's not gonna win, do we?

He might.

I mean, who's to say?

Mr. Pritchard's put three pounds of sugar.

And I'm issuing two.

You can tell Mr. Pritchard I'm not a fool.

And two dozen eggs.

The lemon curd, Mrs. Ryan.

Will you forget the lemon curd, Grace.

Two dozen.

You'll just all have to resign yourselves

to a new regime of prudence and responsibility.

Nine o'clock, Mrs. Ryan.

Have you no interest in daily prayers?

Not quite nine o'clock, Mr. Jarvis, I think you'll find.

Joseph, best be on your way.

My men at least will not keep

His Lordship waiting, Mrs. Ryan.

Perhaps when you have halved, quartered

or tied the supplies as whim dictates, you will join us?

Yes, well what are you all dawdling here for?

The master is waiting, come along.

[giggling]

My men are lazy.

Not quite nine, Mr. Jarvis.

She's been in a right mood all morning.

Can't do nothing right.

They've had a row and I bet it's about your fires.

Oh stop being so bitchy, you were just as bad.

We was not!

Oh who forgot the hot water two days running?

That weren't my fault, Lizzie.

And who set fire to the bakehouse?

You didn't.

And the chimney, and the outhouse roof.

That was the most excitement we've had in years.

[people talking]

Settle down now.

Take your places.

Jarvis.

Let us pray.

All set for the race, are we?

My Lord.

Another triumph for Taplows, I trust?

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done

on Earth as it is in heaven,

Give us this day, our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive them for trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation but to deliver us from evil.

For thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory.

Forever and ever, Amen.

[Everyone] Amen.

Mrs. Ryan, did you wish to speak to His Lordship?

If you do, I suggest you run after him now.

I think I'll wait until there's rather

more time for the matter, Mr. Jarvis, thank you.

If you must prolong the agony.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

You are all excused duties at 11:15

for the duration of the race.

[cheers]

Put them in his bag, right?

So where does he put his bag?

How do you know they're the ones he's gonna be wearing?

They way he looked at them.

Wanted them there to touch like they're his luck.

They'll bring him luck, all right.

Maybe we should just leave it.

I'll take my chance, so will he.

Oh yeah, very proud, and fine.

Hope you're just as proud when

we end up on the street, you halfwit.

You agreed for it.

This isn't just about you, it's about Joseph as well.

What are we gonna do if we get sacked?

Who's gonna have us?

You could have a side show, stark bollock naked.

Yeah, waving and spearing.

Rolling your eyes.

Ooba gooba ooba gooba.

Is this what you want?

All right, Will, get the bowl bring it over here.

[upbeat music]

[gasps]

Walking a bit bow-legged this morning, love.

Mind, you'll drop that.

[coughing]

-[splash] -Aah!

I was only just saying,

what if we get the wrong person, wasn't I?

And I said no, it's Joseph, I heard him coughing.

Leave it.

It's not as bad as it looks.

At least you don't have to wear a wig, mate.

Yeah just got bits of bloody egg in my hair.

I said leave it.

Sorry mate, we're really sorry.

Look, you got another shirt?

If you stop poring me, I'll go and put it on.

Well you dry off in the footman's room

and we'll get your things.

Where have you put them?

Got one of the girls to iron it for ya.

You're very popular with the ladies, aren't ya.

I get enough.

Yeah, well, so do I.

We don't wanna cripple him, right.

It's a little skinny thing, not a cutthroat.

Oi, make sure you know how to

put them things back so he doesn't notice.

Shut up George, we had to make it up

when we got the shirt, didn't we?

Just keep an eye out will you?

Don't worry about us.

Watch it.

[items rattling]

It's only Charlotte.

Seen Frederick anywhere?

Frederick?

I think he was doing breakfast things.

Well if you see him, tell him Mr. Jarvis wants him.

What for?

To walk the course with him, see how wet it is.

Oh.

Carry on.

[upbeat music]

-Hurry up. -I've got to do it properly.

I can't have him feel anything as soon as he puts it on.

Give me a second.

Go away.

You have a way with the gentlemen, Grace.

Did you know that?

No, Mrs. Ryan.

I don't mean to.

First Frank Keneally and then

a few weeks ago that business with George.

That was nothing, Mrs. Ryan.

Just Esther Spicer being spiteful.

I have eyes in my head, Grace.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ryan.

George Cosmo is, he's just-

He's a charmer and a trickster.

Well he means nothing to me in a particular way.

He's a friend and a colleague.

Hmm, a young girl and a barely civilised man.

You and Mr. Cosmo were the only ones

who understood how I felt about Lord Harry.

Loyalty, Miss May,

will serve you not at all in this house.

Except, of course, to your superiors.

Well I'll be watching you.

[Grace] Yes, Mrs. Ryan.

There are no angels in this life, Grace.

[Grace] No, Mrs. Ryan.

You'll start in the still room tomorrow.

Betty from laundry can be fifth housemaid.

You don't let me down.

It's muddy,

but no worse than last Easter.

-We'll manage very nicely. -Yes, sir.

Just do your best.

I know there's been all sorts of temptations to cheat.

I haven't cheated, Mr. Jarvis.

Good.

Hungry for it, are you?

Mr. Jarvis.

Course you are.

You're fighting for your livelihood, His Lordship's honour.

-His Lordship's 20 pound. -And that.

Everything's tipped in your favour.

I don't see it that way, sir.

You should.

A man who wants it most, that's who'll get it.

[calm music]

You're an honest man.

A credit to us all.

I know you'll do your best.

Off you go then, Matkin, time to get changed.

[calm music]

Mrs. Ryan.

Forgotten the bandages.

They're not Jack and Jill.

You won't need vinegar and brown paper.

Yes, well just in case.

I thought you were happy here.

Fond of this house, these people.

Do you really think you need to tell me how much

I'm throwing away, if you knew how much this pained me.

I can top it.

Then put me out of my misery.

Get the thing done!

-[John] All right? -Mm-hmm, are you?

I get the belly thing, you know.

Aw yeah, I've been in the trivvy all morning.

As soon as I get to the start I'll throw up.

I always think if I could just sleep the night before.

I thought that brandy was gonna knock you out.

Ah well, gotta put on a show, haven't ya.

Anyway.

Good luck.

Same to you.

Lazy job this, ey?

They think it's all beer and skittles but...

Ah, those are my shoes.

Do you have those?

-Last night. -Yeah?

Nice and supple.

Do you mind?

Those buggers.

Look at that.

Pigs.

[people talking]

Want me up top, sir, to make sure they touch old Neptune?

Mr. Jarvis?

Shall I go up there and make sure

they give him a good slapping?

And that's a matter of great importance to you, is it?

Well, I...

You think they'll cheat, do you?

Is that what you think of your fellow servants?

And if they do, then you're so pure and blameless

that you'll throw the first stone.

Huh?

God help you on judgement day.

[upbeat music]

-[people talking] -[Man] You can do it, mate.

Take it easy on the way up, mate, use your weight.

What, the fatter you are, the better you take hills?

You all right?

[coughing and vomiting]

[Woman] Eurgh!

Look at Andrew.

Go on, my son.

If he took so much pleasure in another man's pain,

you'd hate yourself, wouldn't ya?

He's under-butler.

When I'm under-butler, I won't be like that.

I'm gonna be the still room maid.

Made it, didn't ya.

I can't have any sweethearts.

Especially you.

[Maid] Come on Fred, you can do it.

[Man] You've got a long way to go,

and a long way to come back.

[Grace] Mrs. Ryan thinks we fancy each other.

Don't be mean.

And I lost my day off.

Oh, you can't have.

[Grace] I'm sorry, I just really want this job.

I know, I won't ruin it for ya.

I'm glad for ya.

[Grace] Are you?

-Trying to be. -[Maid] Come on Fred.

[tense music]

Up the hill, around the statue and back to the start line.

Ready.

Steady.

[upbeat music]

[tense music]

[upbeat music]

When's it gonna start working?

Give it a chance.

[Joseph] You said he'd be half crippled.

That's the cunning of it, it doesn't happen straight away.

Come on, Fred.

That's it lad.

Go on, go on, Fred.

Right, when is it gonna start working?

A week next Wednesday.

-Well done, mate. -[people cheering]

You, lad!

Hey, boy!

What's his name?

The runner, sir?

That's Fred.

-That's Frederick Matkin. -Oh.

You've got yourself a half day, Malkin.

Now, where's my beasts.

We're all here, my Lord.

Gaylord, Cleo, come on, come on.

[suspenseful music]

John, you must be very disappointed.

But that was a good race.

I've had worse.

That was a good race, was it?

That's the thing, Mr. Adams,

impossible to tell from the sidelines.

You son, will never work at Taplows.

Hi ho.

Hell of a life.

[door knocking]

Rush from doing your righteous duty.

I've told Johnny Boots to come and get your shoes.

If you leave them like that they'll be ruined.

What do you want?

He didn't even know Frederick's name.

You think he knows your name?

Jarvis was the name of his favourite dog when he was a child.

What do you want, Mrs. Ryan?

I decided that I'm informing His Lordship-

Blah blah.

[sheep noises]

Mr. Jarvis.

Mr. Jarvis!

That is not my name, Mrs. Ryan.

That's not my fault.

It is not my fault that you have been given a dog's name,

and I have been given a husband that I do not have.

A dead husband you do not have.

[slow music]

I've just done something very silly.

I was upset, I was not thinking.

The pages from your ledger, I grabbed them.

Then where is your proof?

Gone.

I see.

Then I thought, I thought what will you do next pay day?

Will you remember them>

Engraved on my heart.

I have no pension.

I thought maybe your kind offer.

Maybe 10 guineas a year.

Well.

10 guineas.

10 guineas

to Mrs. Ryan.

Set your soul very cheap.

You have disappointed me.

That makes two of us.

[people laughing]

Right, and you all owe me a lot of money, right?

And there's some people that doubted me.

No I didn't, I just said that-

And there's them that thought I needed a little help.

And you didn't.

He was shaking in his boots.

Yeah, but I tell you what, it was easy,

it was a dawdle, I could have done it standing on my head.

[people cheering]

And ask me what I'm gonna do on my half day.

-[Men] What? -Or who I'm gonna do.

[shouting]

[whistling]

They tell me you've been sacked.

Surplus to requirements.

Sorry to hear about that.

Five years I gave that fat arse.

What the hell, I was sick of it anyway.

You'll be glad to see the back of me.

That makes no odds to me, mate.

For future reference, the orangery at Ashwell

burnt down in '43, they never rebuilt it.

* Please don't call my father anymore porter. *

* Please don't measure him anymore wine. *

Fancy a walk, Grace May?

Been on my feet since five o'clock this morning.

When then allow me to sweep you off them.

I've already told you, you mustn't come chasing after me.

Give it a couple of minutes.

* She is walking through to heaven's gates. *

[Fred] I knew I had him right from the start.

[Lizzie] No you didn't.

Right from the hill, then.

I thought he loved me.

He said he was gonna win the race for me.

Aw, well I won it for you instead,

does that give me his roll in the hay?

Piss off, Fred, I loved him.

Aw, don't I get nothing for winning?

How's about a little cuddle, Suzie?

Mrs. Ryan would be angry if she knew.

She's all locked up in her room.

In her chastity room.

I'm not throwing everything away, George Cosmo.

I know.

You're not gonna run away with me.

I know.

I hope you do.

I do.

I'm not having a baby for any man.

Well, not until you get a ring on your finger.

Never, if I'm going to be a housekeeper.

That's years off.

No-one must ever know about us.

We've got to be really clever about this.

Yeah.

Clever.

Secret.

Chased.

Sounds like one long round of pleasure to me.

Well, it's that or nothing.

Then I'll take what I can get.

[peaceful music]

And I'll go as far as you'll let me.

Goodnight then, Mrs. Ryan.

Goodnight, Mr. Jarvis.

[upbeat folk music]

[people cheering]

Just don't go throwing your weight

around as soon as my back is turned.

Out live them like it, daddy.

[people cheering]

Happy new year!

Why are you always on my back?

[water rushing]

Perhaps some time apart would put

a new perspective on things, between us, I mean.

You just step across that line.

Come on, come ahead.