All language subtitles for Hetty Feather s04e09 Truth.eng

Brody's up to something.

Mrs Brody,
could you please post this letter?

POLICE WHISTLE
Stop it! Get off me!

Arrest this man. Why, Jack?

We assumed you were happy
in our service. Come on.

Your grandson is the most odious man
I've ever met.

I have the power to make
or break you.

Jack was in prison,

and yet it seemed everyone had
forgotten about him.

Oh! What is all this?

I thought it was high time we
decided on a dress

for Emily's party.

Emily already has a dress.

Something wholly inappropriate, I
shouldn't wonder.

What's the matter? You want to look
nice for Robert, don't you?

Well, I'm never going to
see him again,

so it doesn't make a difference
what I wear.

Such a fuss over a
thieving garden boy.

I'm sure if you just apologise to
Robert, all will be forgotten.

Me?

Oh, Brody, might I have a word?
Carry on.

I just wanted to discuss with you
one or two matters regarding

the menu for tomorrow night...

How could anyone think about a party
with Jack locked away?

He had a secret, and it was down to
me to find out the truth.

Where is George? He's not here. He's
at the office.

I've made some amendments to the
menu, which I've passed on to Brody.

Everything's taken care of.

This is a society party, my dear,
not afternoon tea on a veranda.

Well, don't just sit there, Emily.
There are dresses to try on.

Emily's tutor is waiting.

Perhaps we could continue this
discussion later.

There will be no need for studies
once she's married.

Oh, Emily, before you go.

This arrived in the post for you.

And don't worry about your party.
I'll make sure no-one spoils it

for you.

I don't believe this!

I've got 100 shrimp croquettes here
and that's on top

of what's been ordered.

What's happened? Lady Grenford says
my menu's not sophisticated enough.

I've got blancmange, haven't I?

What more does she want?

All this fuss over some
toffee-nosed girl.

No-one bothers about me, do they?

Stuck down here for the rest
of my life.

Edwin! What's this?

An apology from Robert?

I'd burn it if it was.

So who's it from, then? No-one.

That's mine. Give it back.

Not until you tell me who's
been writing you secret letters.

I wrote to Mr Buscombe's college.

Why would you do that?

It's just when Constance said she
saw him in Stepmother's room...

That was just one of her fibs.

I thought I'd write to his old
college and ask for a reference.

Well, are you going to open
it or not?

Morning. Morning.

Morning.

Open it.

Go on.

Having a good snoop, are you?

Oh, you scared me.

They're asking for writers to send
in articles to the newspaper.

You're not a writer. You're a maid.

I won't always be a maid.

We are servants, from now until we
breathe our last breath.

Now get down to the kitchen. Mrs
Brody wants to speak to us.

Quickly.

In preparation for the
party tomorrow,

I would like Hetty to polish all of
the silver

whilst Agnes makes sure the
glasses are spotless.

So that's it? We'll just forget
Jack, as if nothing's happened?

He's a thief, and I for one will not
have his name

mentioned in this house again.
Do I make myself clear?

Jack was caught red-handed, Hetty.

He didn't take Robert's wallet.
I know there's more to discover.

What will happen to him?

He'll stay in prison, I expect.

But what about Lady Grenford's
changes to my menu?

Right, back to work, everyone.

There must be something we can
do to help him.

He's our friend.
We need proof, Hetty.

If Jack really was returning
Mr Calendar's trinket,

then we need to find out who he's
covering for.

Brody will punish us if she thinks
we're skiving off work.

I'll make sure she doesn't.
You will? Jack's my friend, too.

Lizzie and I can do the silver.

So, will you help me or not?

Detective Smeed, at your service.

"Sing of Achilles' wrath,
oh, heavenly muse,

"which brought upon the Greeks
un-numbered woes."

I assume you've finished
your translation.

Why else would you have the time to
read in secret?

I'm sorry, Mr Buscombe.

You can have it back at the
end of class.

Corpus Christi?

That's my old college.

It's just when Constance and said
that she saw you in my stepmother's

room, I had to find out if you were
who you said you were.

And what does this letter
say, exactly?

That no-one under the name of Samuel
Buscombe studied at that college.

They must be mistaken.

They said there was a Charles
Buscombe, but no-one called Samuel.

Charles is my birth name.

So why change it?

Vanity, I suppose.

I was never keen on being
called Charles.

So you haven't been lying?

Of course not.

How about we put your diligence to
good use

and finish your translation?

If you'll excuse me. I need
something from the library.

Mr Buscombe?

Is everything all right?

Edwin and Emily are just finishing
a Latin translation.

There are very lucky to have you.

Your parents have done a fine job.

Thank you. I know if you were my son
I'd be very proud indeed.

Rosamund? Please, there are
matters to discuss.

You shouldn't be up here.

I need to see Lady Grenford
about this menu.

I'm bored.

Don't look at me. I've got enough
on my plate.

The old dragon.

I'll tell her you said that if you
don't play with me.

You wouldn't. Lady Grenford!

All right!

Five minutes.

Well, come on, then.

This is Emily's party.

I'd appreciate it if you respected
her wishes. She's a child.

She's a young woman with a mind
of her own.

We'll soon stamp that out of her.

I rather admire her for
being so outspoken.

If only I had the courage to say
what I really thought.

Meaning what, exactly?

This is my family, Lady Grenford.

Either you respect my wishes...

Or... You will no longer
be welcome here.

And regarding Robert, I think Emily
has made her feelings

perfectly clear. She should consider
herself lucky a boy of his stature

would even glance
in her direction.

Then I think perhaps it's time that
he looked elsewhere.

I beg your pardon?

My stepdaughter is worth ten of
that tiresome boy.

Now, if you don't mind, I have
a party to plan.

I have never been so insulted.

Has something happened,
your ladyship?

That spiteful woman has scuppered
any chance of an engagement.

That Feather girl, have you managed
to find out what she's hiding?

I'm still trying.

Well, then, try harder!

If I lose Calendar Hall, we may have
to reconsider your position.

Have you seen Hetty?

You've just missed her. She went
into the garden for more firewood.

She's supposed to be polishing the
silver for tomorrow.

Oh, she's already done that.

Honestly, there's no
stopping her today.

She's like a hurricane.

I still don't know why we're going
to Jack's house.

Maybe his family can help us.

But we don't know what we're going
to find in there.

We need to know what happened
to Jack. Come on!

I have a bad feeling about this.

There's no-one there. Let's go.

If we can survive matron, we can
take on anything.

Hetty!

Hello?

Is anybody home?

This way.

I've got a weapon here, and I'm
not afraid to use it!

THEY GASP

These are all
Lady Grenford's dresses,

but Emily doesn't like them.

Why don't you wear nice dresses?

Because I'm a servant.

But I have so many.

Why don't you try one on?

I couldn't. Come on, let's
play dress-up.

Well, I have never worn a
pink dress before.

Mrs Calendar?

You're Jack's brother, aren't you?

What of it? He's up in front of the
magistrate today

and we want to help him. It's not my
fault he got caught.

They were just little trinkets.

No-one would have missed them.

It's you he's covering
for, isn't it?

And now he's in prison,
where he'll stay.

Are your parents here? No.

So you live your on your own?

COUGHING IN THE DISTANCE

Who was that? I didn't
hear anything.

Is there somebody there?

Please, I've squashed flies
bigger than you.

What do you think? From now on,
you'll be known as Lady Sheila.

The toast of London society.

You know what's missing?
A ribbon to go with your dress.

Where are you going? Mother has
one in her room. You can't leave me!

Get back!

What are you doing?

Why are you here again?

Stop! Thief! Come back here!

Constance, come here!

So, why haven't you called a doctor?

Because doctors cost money and we
don't have none.

There must be someone who
can help her.

She needs a special medicine.

Jack can't afford it on his wages.

So that's why you stole
those things?

We only just get by on what
Jack earns.

She's only going to get sicker.

I try to keep her clean,
well fed and that.

Perhaps if you'd just talk
to Mr Calendar.

Why would he help us?
He just thinks we're thieves.

If Jack's found guilty,
how will you survive?

SHE MUMBLES INAUDIBLY

Mother's tired. She needs to rest.

Is there nothing we can do?

It's too late.

No-one can help us now.

We need to hurry before Brody
finds out we're gone.

There's something I have to do when
we get back. What?

I said I'd help Jack, didn't I?

You don't have the money to pay for
a doctor.

No, but I can get the real story to
a man who does.

Come on, Gid.

You have to come with me and tell.

They'll think I'm telling fibs!

It's got nothing to do with me.

You saw him run away
from Mother's room.

I shouldn't even be up here.

But please, Lady Sheila, I thought
you were my friend.

I'm sorry.

I saw him again! Who?

Mr Buscombe, he was in
Mother's room.

And he ran away.

You're lying. I swear
on Prudence's life.

Prudence is a doll.

What's going on? Constance is
telling fibs again.

It's not a fib. I saw him in
Mother's room.

I was in the library,
collecting this volume.

He wasn't. He was upstairs.

That's enough, Constance. I'll call
for the nursery maid.

I saw him, too.

Mr Buscombe was running out of your
stepmother's room.

I had lost my bearings, that's all.

That's what you said last time.

I think it's best if we finish
today's lessons early.

Sheila, is my father home yet?

SHEILA: I don't know. There's no
need for that.

You can either tell us
why you're here

and what you were doing upstairs, or
you can explain yourself to Father.

I work for a rival newspaper.

I was sent here on an undercover
mission to spy

on your father's work.

So you're an impostor.

That explains why you were asking
all those strange questions.

Should I still fetch Mr Calendar?

Yes. Sheila, wait.

This scandal could ruin him.

What if people found out he let a
spy in the house?

So what should we do?

You can either go now, or I'll fetch
the constable to show you out.

If it's your wish for me to
leave, I shall.

It is.

Did you find anything? Yes, I wrote
an article explaining everything

about Jack to Mr Calendar.

Saying what, exactly?

How the justice system is unfair to
the poor,

even if they're just trying to help
their families.

You've not signed it.

And Mr Calendar will never read
something written by a servant.

And a friend of Jack's.

Henry Footer.

Does that sound like someone he'd
take seriously?

Worth a try.

Where's Hetty?

She's in the kitchen, I think.

I just came from the kitchen.

You're covering for her, aren't you?
Of course I'm not. Where is she?

Mrs Brody, I'm almost done here.

As you were.

I realise I have wronged
you, Miss Emily.

But one thing I will cherish is
seeing you flourish in your studies.

You have a great mind.

Don't let it go to waste.

Emily? What's going on?

Mr Buscombe's sister has
been taken ill.

He has to go to her aid.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

How long will he be away for? She's
very sick. He's unlikely to return.

If you'll excuse me.

Thank you, for everything.

Oh, dear, that all seems
rather sudden.

What about his books, his papers?

I can get them packed up and sent on
to him, sir.

Thank you, Hetty.

Well, I shall be in my study if
anyone needs me.

Don't worry, we'll find
you another tutor.

What happened with Mr Buscombe?

It turns out he's been lying to us
the whole time. Why?

He wanted to ruin Father.

He even lied about his name.

He was such a good tutor.

Charles Buscombe is a fraud.

Charles?

"Her Majesty's detention and
correctional services."

Prison?

Matron?

Where do you think you're going?
I have to find Mr Buscombe.

You will do no such thing.
Get back here.

What have you got there? Nothing.

Give it to me.

Mrs Brody, I wonder if I might
have a word.

Of course, milady.

Please go to the kitchen and await
my instruction.

Mrs Brody?

Well, if it isn't Lady Muck.

Decided to do a bit of work today,
have we?

I haven't got time to explain.

You can't go in the pantry without
my permission.

It's an emergency, sorry.

I'm still in charge of this kitchen,

even if they don't like
my blancmange.

Sheila? Coming.

Where's the cream? We need to do
this first.

Nice and slowly.

Pretty.

Where did Hetty go? I told her to
wait for me here.

She went to the pantry.

Get this tidied up.

But Mrs Brody...

If you value your job,

you won't breathe a word about
seeing me here to anyone.

Do you understand me?

Jack!

What was that for? You know why.

How's your mother? Thanks to you,

Mr Calendar has arranged for her to
have the medicine she needed.

Perhaps, now that I'm back,

maybe we could have that walk in the
garden that you promised.

I'd like that.

Hetty, please tell Mrs Brody I shall
be working late tonight.

Yes, Mr Calendar.

Oh, and if you happen to see Henry
Footer, please pass on my thanks.

He has the makings of a very
talented young writer.

Once again, our family was together.

Revealing the truth about Jack had
saved him from prison.

But for Mrs Calendar, the truth was
far more dangerous.

Do I tell her that Mr Buscombe is
her son, or keep the secret buried?

This had better be good news.

Well, that depends on what you'd
call the discovery

of Mrs Calendar's illegitimate son.

Masquerading as a tutor,
of all things. What did I tell you?

I knew she had a secret!

I think it's safe to say
Calendar Hall is as good as yours.

I desperately wanted to protect her.

Little did I know,

this was a secret that would change
Calendar Hall forever.

Charles, a son born out of wedlock.

Out of my way!

If you thought paying my bills would
stop this engagement,

you are quite wrong.

Afternoon, sir.
What's he doing here?

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