Original subtitles

[upbeat music]

No one must ever know about us.

Now, we've got to be really clever about this.

I guarantee that everyone in this house,

is on the make, one level or another.

You're a thief.

I have no pension.

I thought, maybe 10 guineas a year.

You have disappointed me.

That makes two of us.

[boy screaming]

Mr Jarvis!

The boy's dead!

Mr Forrest is blameless.

Why don't we just sack him?

[upbeat music]

[people chattering]

[women cheering]

[water splashing]

[dramatic music]

Come on.

Christ, these kecks have frozen to my bollocks.

[eerie music]

[upbeat music]

Mr Matkin.

I am withholding two shillings, as agreed.

Three late mornings, and one absence from supper.

-Yes, Mr Jarvis. -Otherwise,

well done.

Good performance.

Ready to give them what they want,

before they know they want it.

Keep it up.

Thank you, Mr Jarvis.

[Frederick pretending to cry]

He's so silly.

Mr James.

12 pounds.

You'll feel better

when you cleared your debts, Frederick.

And the love of money is the root of all evil.

I hope you won't gamble it away.

Thank you, sir.

Two shillings for a crystal bowl.

Four and thruppence for boot repairs.

That'll learn him look after them, won't it.

Mr Forrest.

William Forrest.

No Mr Forrest?

Ah, he'll be with the Earl.

Poorly again with his boils, sir.

[upbeat music]

[The Earl] Oh, come on.

Let's get it done.

[groaning]

Ah. Come on, man.

Bloody painful.

[groaning]

[pained shouting]

Even after paying all my fines,

I've still got three pounds left.

That's two to my ma, and a whole pound for me.

Here I am, girls.

Mr Moneybags himself!

Come on, let me at it.

I've got less than three shillings.

Oh, sweet child.

For me, an extra five quid.

Dunno, ten. Could be 15.

Gonna be made into a valet.

Who knows!

[bell ringing]

Him, a valet?

Will you save any of it?

I'll do my best, Mr Jarvis.

Another 14 pounds down the drain, then.

That's all, Mr Forrest.

Nothing to pay, Mr Forrest, on my account.

No losses or damages.

Thank you Mrs Ryan.

The valet, sir?

-Hm? -You was looking for a valet.

Were.

You were looking for a valet

for his Lordship, when Paul leaves?

Still looking.

Fines and breakages.

One pound, three shillings and four pence.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I have change if you require it.

I haven't broken anything.

My shoes haven't needed mended,

and I've not that many stockings.

One single debt of a pound, and several smaller ones.

No.

When did I run that up?

The sad accident with Lord Harry.

Yeah, but no blame.

His Lordship said, no blame.

You'll be telling me he's offering you a reward, next.

[dramatic music]

Three bannisters shattered.

And the joiners have to have their wages, as well as you do.

Are you with us, Mr Forrest?

One pound?

Three shillings and fourpence.

Blame or no blame, damages have to be paid for.

And be sure, your sins will come to haunt you.

[upbeat music]

Ah, well. You should asked Mr Jarvis.

He wouldn't have made you pay.

He was there, he didn't say nothing.

He was too busy packing up.

It's one pound, and three bloody shillings!

When are you gonna learn, Will?

One pound and three shillings!

Yeah, well, it's your choice, Will.

You put his back up, every time he counts.

I'm going to swing for that scotch git, I will.

So you had to pay a few miserable shillings.

Lord Harry's dead.

Some people might say that you got off quite lightly.

Oh, come on you two, it's a party.

Look, I know what happened,

and they should be paying me. Not me, them.

Don't be stupid.

Little Harry-

Little Harry? Little, wickle, Harry?

Little Harry was a bloody vegetable.

Little Harry didn't know his arse from his elbow,

and night from bloody day.

Oh, happy bloody New Year's Eve to you, to.

Course he did.

And he didn't know you from Adam, either.

He smiled when he saw me.

No, he didn't.

And he stopped smiling when he saw you.

No wonder, when you were so rough with him.

I wasn't rough with him.

He liked soup, and he hated rice pudding.

and he liked songs, and he hated hymns.

He was not a cabbage.

And he knew he was dying.

He held my hand and looked into my eyes,

and he smiled.

Not with his mouth, with his eyes.

He said, thank you and goodbye, and he was a-

All right, all right, don't go on.

I'm sorry. I'm going for a piss.

[upbeat music]

I-

I didn't owe you anything.

I can hear a bloody midge.

This time of year, too.

You know I didn't.

Hey, Will. We're setting up the skittles, mate. Come on.

Why are you always on my back?

[Mr Andrews laughing]

What's so frigging funny?

Come on, mate. Let's get the first game in.

In a minute.

I want my money back.

Come and get it.

Here. It's in my pocket.

Come and get it.

Fancy yourself do you?

Oh. Go on, son.

You just step across that line.

Come on. Come ahead.

Give me a New Year's present.

Will, come on.

[dramatic music]

[door knocking]

Mrs Ryan. We have a jolly evening planned.

Mr Jarvis is on the piano,

and the valets have been practising a round here.

I'm sorry.

Mr Jarvis goes to Bristol tomorrow.

Thank you, really.

Maybe it would make things better between you both.

Mr. Kraus, I'm really quite happy where I am. Thank you.

But, surely.

On New Year's Eve, old friendships should be rekindled.

I will join the lower servants for the midnight toast.

I daresay I will see you there, and Mr Jarvis.

I look forward to it, Mrs Ryan.

Are you set, Fred?

Yeah. I'm set. Perfect.

Go on, Will.

[crowd cheering]

Christ, you trying to break it?

If you split it-

Yeah, I'll pay for it.

That's not the point-

Just give it a rest!

May I take a turn? Ladies. Gentlemen.

As it's New Year's Eve.

Of course you can, chef.

Moment?

Cheese rolling.

[Mr Kraus] Kegeln.

[Fred] Hey! Come on cheffy, boy.

No knives needed.

[crowd cheering]

[Fred] Bloody hell!

You've done that before, Mr Kraus.

Eh. Next time we've got a match with the Fladcombes.

In Prussia, we call this game Kegeln.

Each Skittle represents sin-

[Male Servant] Or a temptation.

[Female Servant] Oh, it's religious?

-You all right, Will? -Mm hm.

Mm. They're very holy people.

Come on.

[Mr Kraus] That's why I left.

Got a clean bowl of loads of sins there tonight, Mr Kraus.

Then maybe I'm a saint!

[Fred] Right, come on. Who's next?

Let's set up.

Mm. In spite of all appearances.

Will, have another go.

Here, try this.

Where'd you get that from?

I dunno, just hanging round.

Dump it, throw it away!

Throw it. I said get rid!

It's only a kid's toy, mate.

What's up with him?

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

[water bubbling]

Hail Mary, full of grace.

[whispering prayer]

What are you praying for?

Souls in purgatory.

Dead souls? Do any good, does it?

Of course it does.

Mary intervenes.

Everything's God and sin today, innit.

Everywhere you turn.

I always think special a day like New Year's Eve

makes your prayers.

If you wanted to help someone,

a dead person says at what you do.

Yeah. Or have a mass said for them.

Mass? What, a man in a dress talking foreign?

Here we go. Back to normal.

No, Charlotte. I'm just trying to-

I'm fed up with all of you, William Forrest.

Just trying to understand!

I can't even have a quiet little pray,

without some great idiot barging in, making fun.

Look, Lottie. I just wanna know how you do it.

How do you pray?

Piss off. Have your fun with someone else.

You're wanted upstairs.

I'm off duty.

Apparently not.

The Earl wants water for his bath.

Oh, not the frigging poultice. I'm half cut.

Shame.

And I thought you liked the privilege of first footman.

You like the treats, and the tips.

Yeah, well. I don't get any, do I?

Why are you always on my back?

Oh, you step back son.

Or you will regret it.

Because you will never make it.

And you are thick.

And to clutter up my house. And my rotas.

And my peace of mind.

Never make it? Like you'll never make it?

[pained groaning]

Now that was just a wee girly caress.

Next time, you'll get the full Glasgow kiss.

Tongues and everything.

Shit!

[crowd cheering]

[crowd chattering]

[upbeat music]

[Fred] All right, Mr Jarvis?

Mrs Ryan!

Mrs Ryan, we didn't think you was going to make it.

Course not. So girls.

Have you made your wishes,

and sorted out your New Year's resolutions?

Peace on earth, Mrs Ryan.

It's what I'm wishing for.

And what about you, Grace?

Oh, a better year than last.

And to make better bread.

Yes. I might need to help you with that.

You'll have to stop crawling to reach the oven, love.

Don't worry.

[metal clanging]

Come along everyone!

Mr Kraus is about to declare midnight.

Or there abouts.

I will synchronise perfectly with the village church.

Are your glasses charged?

[crowd cheering]

They are, chef!

Where's William?

He's been Adams'ed.

Where is the Scottish git?

On the roof. With the fireworks.

Let's hope he bloody falls off, then.

One minute to go!

Aye, chef?

Two minutes to go, Mr Jarvis.

[church bells chiming]

[crowd groaning]

The year of our Lord.

1851!

Or thereabouts.

[crowd shouting together] 1851!

Happy New Year!

Frohes neues Jahr!

[crowd shouting Happy New Year]

[fireworks exploding]

[The Earl] Come one Robinson, get it off.

Happy New Year, my lord.

Too cold, Robinson.

[Mr Adams] You'll be telling me

he's offering you a reward, next.

The vicar said he's praying for Lord Harry.

His Lordship says, yeah.

Praying someone will put him out of his misery.

He's said worse!

[indistinct] for anyone who rids him of the idiot.

[Servant] We'll eat of silver plates

for the rest of our lives.

[dramatic music]

[crowd chattering]

Happy New Year, Mrs Ryan.

Happy New Year, Mr Jarvis.

Happy New Year Mr Jarvis!

I've never been away from mine on New Year's before.

Innit lovely?

Lovely.

[Mr Kraus speaking German]

And the same to you, Mr Kraus.

Almost.

[kissing noise]

Happy New Year, Susan.

[crowd chattering]

Isn't it just lovely!

Almost as lovely as you.

[pained groaning]

Oh!

[piano playing]

♪ Oh my love

♪ is like a red, red rose.

♪ That's newly sprung in June.

♪ Oh my love ♪

♪ is like a melody.

♪ That's sweetly sang in tune.

♪ As fair art thee, my bonie lass. ♪

♪ So deep in love am I.

♪ And I will love thee still, my dear. ♪

♪ Until all the seas gang dry.

♪ 'Til all the seas

-Happy New Year. -Happy New Year, George.

Hope it's our best ever.

May the best of of your last,

be the worst of your next.

That's how sober I am.

♪ And I will love thee

♪ still my dear.

♪ 'Til all the seas gang dry.

[crowd clapping]

Bravo! Bravo!

Thank you Mr Adams.

A voice to charm the angels.

There you'll be, let the wind blow free.

Now, who's turn is it?

Susan? Yours, I think?

Oh my God, I'm going then.

Come on Susan. I'm sure you have a very sweet voice.

Er, she hasn't, Sir.

I'm more of a dancer. Aren't I?

Grace. A song?

Here you go.

Come on Susan. A deut.

[crowd groaning]

Oh, be quiet.

Come on. Right.

Oh, not the one about the little match girl dying?

No, I know. Let's do Derby round.

After four.

One, two, three...

♪ As I was going to Derbyside.

♪ Was on a summers day!

Good night then, Mrs Ryan.

Oh, Mr Jarvis.

About your trip to Bristol, tomorrow.

I will be back the next day,

just long enough to pay his Lordships bills.

And is there anything particular

you want done, in your absence?

Thank you. No.

I have instructed Mr Adams.

I hope he won't be too enthusiastic.

I've asked him not to be.

It's just the footmen do suffer sometimes under his-

I've brought this matter to his attention.

That should be enough.

Perhaps, some time apart

will put a new perspective on things.

Between us, I mean.

Good night.

Where's the party?

Done and dusted, mate.

Ah, bloody hell.

The joys of being his Lordship's favourite, eh?

[Fred] Here, Will. Did he give you a New Year's box?

Did he buggery.

A note 'til sodding Christmas.

Maybe he forgot, eh.

He's a bastard if he has.

There was you, anticipating his every need.

Just like Mr Jarvis says,

before he even knew it himself.

Why don't you go and boil your bollocks?

Goodnight Will.

[guys screaming]

All right, into the corridor girls.

Turn left, third room along. Right?

[all shouting]

Oh, you love it.

Oh, how desperate do you think we are, Joe?

♪ Josephine. Josephine.

♪ Why are you so long and lean? ♪

♪ Freddie, Freddie, Freddie.

♪ Don't bother me already.

♪ Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie. ♪

♪ You come near us, we'll make you cry! ♪

Right!

[girls screaming]

Come here!

[dramatic music]

[Will muttering]

Hey, Will.

Hey, Will. Will!

What?

You're doing that bloody wailing again.

You should stop eating so much cheese.

I was dreaming of Esther, mate.

Nightmare. Come on, mate.

Go back to sleep.

[dramatic music]

[heavy breathing]

[Fred] Right, your fine.

You'll love it Georgie, we all do really.

Well, how deep is this pond?

Deep enough.

That's after you've broken the ice.

Bloody madness.

There's the rum.

Oh. I could live without it, Fred.

Lottie. How much for a mass, like you said?

What sort of mass?

I don't know, a sky blue pink one,

with raspberry dots. A mass.

A low mass. On a weekday.

Not a Holy day where we can-

Yeah, yeah. Just an ordinary bloody mass.

For a dead person.

A shilling.

For Lord Harry.

To put his soul to rest.

At rest.

It's to get him out of purgatory, William.

To stop his poor flesh burning in the flames.

But he never did anything wrong. He couldn't.

-We're all sinners. -I'm not.

Man that is born of women.

That's him out then.

Told me his mum was a right old bitch.

That money for me?

Didn't your mum ever tell you not to beg?

Didn't your mum tell you it was rude to poke your nose in.

You two fallen out again, then?

-No. -No.

The doctor will be arriving sometime today,

for his Lordship.

We'll keep the place ticking over, Mr. Jarvis.

And remember what I said about the lads.

I'll love them like a daddy.

Just don't go throwing your weight around,

as soon as my back is turned.

Mrs Ryan has presided over enough pond dips.

In and out, and up for a quick tot of rum.

I can manage that.

You, too. In the pond.

Of course, sir.

You wait until the Earl is outside, and watching.

He likes his traditions.

Of course, sir.

On you go.

[horses trotting]

[dramatic music]

[piano music]

[water splashing]

Swear that ball. He never caught it, did he?

-If Mrs Ryan catches you. -Did he?

He wanted to.

I used to throw down the big hill to him,

and he'd laugh.

-He was all there. -Shite.

-What? -You talk shite!

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

[heavy breathing]

What are doing William?

William?

William!

Did he scream?

Did who scream?

What are you doing, William. Get up.

Lord Harry, did he scream?

You better get this filled up again,

and get it upstairs to the Earl's dressing room.

I didn't think he screamed.

Come along, Mr Forrest. Quickly!

I don't know if I dreamt it, or if he did.

And if he did, he knew what was happening.

Didn't he?

He was unconscious. He didn't suffer.

I can hear it. In my head.

And the thump of his body, hitting the stairs.

Just stop it.

Try and think about something else.

I did something terrible, Mrs Ryan!

Sit up and smell these.

Breathe this in, come on.

Good boy. Now we can't let the Earl go bathless, can we?

The Earl. I have to tell you something Mrs Ryan.

I don't think so, Mr Forrest.

No, I do!

Well come on. Sit up straight, and calm down.

Please! If I could just tell someone?

Everyone at Taplow's has a secret, William.

Some are dark, some are shabby,

but they are all best kept secret.

I think it will kill me.

The weight of it.

[bell ringing]

[Servant] Lordship's bell.

Quickly. Quickly, fill the bath!

Quickly. Go on, William. Run!

[dramatic music]

[The Earl] This week, if you can manage it.

[dramatic music]

Ow! Bloody idiot!

Jarvis! Where the bloody hell are you?

Your Lordship?

You're a mess. A disgrace.

You're a shambling, pathetic apology.

Fuck off.

What did you say, Mr Forrest?

What did you say?

I said, say what you've got to say.

And then let me be.

You won't assist The Earl anymore.

It's a privilege you no longer deserve.

Fine by me.

You are bloody mad, aren't you?

You're not right in the head, son.

Are you a lunatic, Mr Forrest?

I'll see you in the water, then.

You should have been dismissed

for killing Lord Harry.

You know it. I know it.

Everybody bloody knows it.

But you're still here.

And you have no idea how that offends me.

Now piss off, out of my sight.

If you're ill mate, you don't have to do it.

I'm all right.

[George] Well, you're shaking.

Hair of the dog mate, that's what I need.

A tot of rum will do nicely.

[George] What did Adams say?

Oh you know. The usual stuff.

I'm useless, clumsy, mad.

Daft, thick, bag of shit.

[George] You wanna watch it mate, he's a vicious sod.

Yeah mate, well so am I.

So maybe you should be watching me.

I'm going to be in and out so quick,

I'm not even going to get wet.

We're getting too old for this, lark.

Ah, not too old for a grog though, are you?

No.

All right, here we go then lads!

[all cheering]

The Earl is on his terrace.

You want your rum? Shift your bones.

[girls cheering]

[Susan] Look at the state of him!

Get a move on then,

me bollocks are bloody walnuts.

I'm too old for this lark.

Come on lads, get out the way and let the men through.

Bloody hell. Men?

God help England.

I'm talking about me, not you.

You wanting a slap, son?

It was a bloody joke!

Don't let him goad ya.

Come on.

Last one in does the slops all week!

There must be easier ways to earn your grog?

Oh, look at 'em all!

Goosebumps, or what?

She's got her eye on old Wilf.

He did walk up to the village, last week.

And he had his wicked way with me, at The Crossroads.

Well you're better off than me.

I've got my day off the same as Mr Adams.

You're off today, aren't you Grace?

Yeah, as soon as the men have had their meal.

You and er-

You and George Cosmo.

I'll swap him for Wilf, any day.

[men cheering]

I'm too old for all this.

You are too bloody old for all this, get on.

[men cheering]

[piano music]

[dramatic music]

[cheering]

[dramatic music]

[Fred] Christ. These kecks have frozen to my bollocks!

Mind how you rip them off then, Fred.

Right. Rum, here I come!

Freddie. Show us your ass, my lover!

You show us yours first.

No, I'm sick of the sight of it.

I'll go get my rum now.

[dramatic music]

Right. Beat me to it!

You're as white as a sheet, Fred.

Yeah, well I bloody should be.

I didn't know blackies could go white.

Yeah, well.

We can smack silly old buggers in the chops, too.

[dramatic music]

Oh my God.

[dramatic music]

Eh, ya bastard!

[dramatic music]

Oh!

[crowd cheering]

You'll get your bloody rum now, won't you!

[dramatic music]

Now come on, Forrest.

Care to show the lasses your shrivelled old man?

Eh, girls. Eh, look at this!

[crowd cheering]

Come and see the [indistinct].

[Mr Adams laughing]

I will see you later.

Oi, Will. You look half dead.

Come on, ya daft sod.

Come on, mate.

Happy New Year!

[group chattering]

Well done. Well done, boys.

Well done, well done. Very good.

Johnny, boots.

A half, down there.

Good boy.

Happy New Year.

-Happy New Year. -Happy New Year!

[group chattering]

When will that mass be said?

Let go, Will.

I don't know, do I.

I'll arrange it when I go to confession.

You go to what?

Confession.

Oi, oi, oi.

Tell me about this confession.

It's when you tell your sins,

and they get forgiving you.

You what?

God. William, you're such a heathen.

Well who do you tell? God?

Yeah. Because he's there on every Saturday

in the church, waiting.

A priest, obviously.

You confess your sins, do your penance,

and you're forgiven.

Get off of me.

You after her?

Ah, Saint Charlotte? Nah.

Best of a bad lot, I reckon.

Tell her she's got an admirer then.

Do you mind? My head's pounding.

Just give it a rest.

What's the matter with you?

He's got water in the brain.

Go and give your head a shake, mate.

I'm taking the day off, mate.

Will. Oi, mate?

[Fred] Will?

Now there's a sight for sore eyes.

Very nice you look, too. Allow me.

I was really worried about you,

when you was in the pond for so long.

Ah, little Susie.

You don't need to worry about me.

But I'm very glad you did.

Bless your heart, lassie.

Well, this all smells very nice, Mrs Ryan.

What a treat, eh lads.

I could do this every day.

Well, jump in the pond tomorrow.

See what happens.

We'll get carted off. That's what'll happen.

Are we missing a footman?

-No Mr. Forrest? -No, sir.

Day off.

I thought it was your day off George.

That's why you're wearing your own clothes.

Well, we swapped.

Did you now?

They asked my permission.

As neither you, nor Mr Jarvis, were here.

Thank you Mrs Ryan.

Then you had better change into your livery,

hadn't you?

Now, Mr Cosmo.

We'll keep some cold, greasy, unwanted pieces for you.

Sir.

[dramatic music]

Must I help you, Atwood?

Get the bloody thing done!

Wrong man's the valet, seems to me.

Should be this fellow.

Always there. Knows just what I want.

[dramatic music]

You should do that more often, Fred.

You look better that way up.

I won't tell you what you look like.

And since when have you had two wigs?

Dopey Will left his on the side.

If Andrew had found it,

he would have cut the bloody pigtail off.

How many times are you going to save

that prats arse, today?

He'd do the same for us, mate.

Not him, he's-

He's too busy looking after himself, in't he?

He's probably off with some tart right now.

[gently knocking]

Hello?

And your confessor has no need

of a quiet moment for himself. Is that it?

I thought you weren't there.

Every Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

I've only got today!

Shall we get started, then?

As you're in such fearful haste.

Psst. Grace.

We can meet up after supper.

No thanks.

Well. The stables?

No. I was really looking forward

to getting right away from this place.

So was I.

Can't believe you gave up your day off like that.

Our day off.

I had to. If Andrew had found out

Will had just walked out.

You cover for him, Mrs Ryan even lies for him.

I'll give hi a right earful when he gets back, Grace.

Yeah. That'll teach him.

And I'll find a way for us to be together.

If I have to read the same sentence one more time.

I think I might have-

I might be guilty. A sinner.

I'm sure you are.

You have to tell me what you did.

I might have hurt someone. I did.

You hurt someone?

He died.

As a result of your action?

You can't be telling me

that you set out to kill this man.

It's a boy. I didn't set out to do anything!

I just thought something, and then I was hurrying.

I had things to do.

He was dead weight.

And he was twisting, and turning.

And I just thought, you little bastard.

And he went all rigid.

Like he always did.

And then he started to slip.

So I-

So I just thought-

I just thought that's it.

I could kill you.

He was a cabbage. I thought he was a cabbage!

You murdered a boy?

I dropped him!

Are you confessing that you murdered an innocent child?

I was doing my duty. He wanted him dead.

We'd all heard him.

Be better off he died at birth, he was always on about it.

Who?

Someone told you to kill a helpless child?

I just want my sin forgiven.

A penance to do. To be punished.

So it's all over.

But it can never be all over, can it?

Are you one of my-

I just need to be punished!

You're not even a Catholic, are you?

I can't forgive you if you're not a Catholic.

I am!

And you must know, there has to be true remorse.

You want to admit to your crime,

be right with God and right with man.

Only then will you find peace.

Who did you kill. What's your name?

[dramatic music]

He's not back yet.

Doors are locked at 10. Sharp.

Being so miserable keeps him happy.

Oh, rubbish. Bed soon.

[dramatic music]

[deep breathing]

Who is it?

Who's there?

[screaming]

Try and drown me, would ya?

Think you're a-

[whimpering in pain]

You learnt your lesson?

I promised Jarvis, I'd be nice to you boys.

But the next time you touch me,

I will bloody kill you.

Were you born a bitter little wanker?

Or is it that you're just the worlds oldest under-butler.

Oh, you are a lunatic son.

You're never going to make it now, are you?

[groaning in pain]

You and me. We're never going to make it.

Put us onto the stick.

[Mr Adams] Get up and fight like a man, you bloody worm.

[melancholy music]

I am your superior, boy.

Never tempt me. And never-

[punching sound]

Never.

[punching sound]

Call us brothers.

[punching sound]

Just took on a butler in Scarborough.

And not you. The Glaswegian thug.

[melancholy music]

[dramatic music]

[glass smashing]

Here! They got in through here!

There they go!

Across the lawn!

Go and get them! They're getting away!

[bell ringing]

The bastards!

[Wilf] He's been done over! Get help!

Right. There's gonna have something to hit on me, George.

What's happened?

They've done William.

Fred. Check the roof, in case he got in the skylight.

They'll wish their mammies never gave birth.

George. Check all the doors.

We'll get the bastards, sir.

Shite.

-Where's Grace? -Here.

He's barely alive.

Take him upstairs, get the room ready.

-I'm forgiven now, aren't I? -Shh.

I took my punishment.

[melancholy music]

[Mrs Ryan] Where are the scissors?

We're going to have to cut his coat off.

Grace. Go and get bandages, and a weight as fast as you can.

How bad is he?

There's too much blood. Just cleaning him up.

He should have let them in.

Shown them the silver, opened the frigging safe.

Hey. I think I found somewhere, for you and me.

You know upstairs by the-

Hang on.

How is he?

We're just undressing him and putting him into bed.

-Better get back. -Yeah.

You been upsetting her again?

Well it's what I do, isn't it?

And don't look at me like that,

she gets right on my tits.

Mr Adams?

I'll get George to come and sit with him.

Thank you Mrs Ryan, but this is my job.

But you must be worn out?

Well, you'll want breakfast at least.

Then I'll take it here, thank you.

I know I've been hard on the boy,

but he's proved me wrong.

It's the least I can do.

All right.

There ya go. Good lad.

You were set about by three men, Will.

They broke in. The bell corridor.

You're a hero, son.

Yes?

Good lad.

Everyone sends their love, Will.

Johnny, he says he'll clean your boots for nothing, forever

if you get better.

[horses trotting]

-Mrs Ryan. -Mr Jarivs. Welcome home.

That was the doctor's horse I just saw.

Did he not come on New Year's Day?

He wasn't here for his Lordship. He-

Mr Jarvis. Good morning. Welcome home, sir.

Thank you Mr Adams.

Have I just discovered the Americas?

Who's the invalid?

-Young William Forrest. -Why, young Mr Forrest.

We were burgled. William fought them off.

Sent them running for their lives.

At great cost to himself.

Is his life in danger?

He's badly injured-

Well there must have been a gang of them.

The damage that was done.

They broke in through the old casement.

What about the watchman?

The guest one? He gave chase. Well we all did, sir.

But they were away-

[dramatic music]

Old Jarvis is on the warpath.

We can't hang about.

What are you up to?

I wanna see your face.

What are you doing?

Well, nobody can walk in on us.

What if someone sees us.

No ones going to see us. They're far too busy.

Well? What do you think?

I think you're mad.

You are!

-Look. We Can't. -Shh.

We can.

Then it would appear that Mr Adams

is not the unfeeling brute that you thought he was.

He seemed very tender with William.

Good. I thought the same.

I'm glad we were proved wrong.

-Mr Jarvis. -Mm?

I'm very sorry I discovered-

Please.

Please allow me to-

I'm sorry I found out.

My regiment of ghosts. There may be ears.

And having done so, I am sorry that I reacted as I did.

No need. You're welcome to your ten pounds per annum.

But I don't want it.

You'll have it.

I should never have asked.

And you know how hard it is to extricate yourself,

once you have committed to a course of action.

I miss our courtesy.

Our friendship.

I hope that we are still courteous.

But not friends?

And not quite enemies.

Do you want me to resign?

No.

[orchestral music]

Not quite so cocky now, eh?

Its not going to be easy,

getting used to the new tamed William.

Just like you said.

One of your lads.

Good. Now this poultice stuff.

Talk me through it again.

I get the bread. Then what?

Cut a piece two inches thick.

Hang on, hang on. I want to get this right.

Bread. Two inches thick.

Then what?

Come on, William. Stay awake.

I need all the details.

I am.

Every little thing.

-Every little thing. -Good.

[George impersonating Mr Kraus]

I take the cheese.

You like my cheese?

Of course you do, I cooked it myself.

I take it like so, you see?

Grace, how are you.

[all laughing]

And so I take it, I hold it like so.

And I go to bowl, huh?

[all laughing]

Smell my cheese?

And I clear the sins first.

And the temptations.

I love your big temptations!

[all cheering]

So. They're good, jah. Are you ready to bowl now.

Eins.

Zwei.

[all cheering]

Shh. Be quiet. Be quiet.

If haggis face hears.

Oh, no. He's busy with The Earl.

What now?

Yeah, he's just gone in.

[upbeat music]

[William] Slide the poultice onto the paddle.

Make sure the bread's well covered.

It's got to be steaming hot,

to draw the bad blood out.

So you don't hang around.

He'll have his head well back.

He knows what's coming.

Aim for the boil.

Slap it on. And press.

Ah!

[upbeat music]

[George] In my country we call this Kengel [indistinct].

More skittles? Jah!

More skittles, jah.

And so, we play skittles!

[upbeat music]

And someone is breaking house rules,

and getting away with it.

You've no business being up here!

Your girls are unhappy.

My men are dreading it.

And still, you are making a fool of yourself.

[crowd cheering]

It's George. George Cosmo. He's in big trouble.

You are a rough, Mr Cosmo.

I've taken you away from everything you love.

I love you more.

[upbeat music]