Original subtitles

The old lights his athletes have only just taught him Mr. Jobs. I am hardworking and ambitious.

George Cosmo, you're servant.

Facing your time with him, he's too good for you.

The Colosseum, by a local artist. I am going to be under butthorn.

You've lost me.

Shane.

You. You'll be for a month. You. Dettall.

Not under butthorn. I'll go for it.

You'll have to learn to behave yourself then.

I'll be as good as gold for now. I promise.

Phew.

Chomp-pow.

Down.

Phew.

But no. No.

Please. No more battle honors.

It was merely 22 bloodthirsty savages.

No.

47 bloodthirsty savages.

There are a problem, Cosmo.

Mr. Cosmo.

I am no hero.

Just an ordinary job.

What's going on?

Just come in, sir.

Order on Mr. Cosmo.

Catch you for three tonight, sir.

The strings are all knotted.

Don't let her first thing that I looked for when he comes out there, I mean.

Is that the best jacket you've got?

Mrs. Ruyenson, if I pass my own probation.

I'll see you after this visit then, shall we?

We've got a brand new liberator just waiting for a new owner.

Who's that?

If you tell the others one minute, go.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Are you with us, Fred?

Oh, I don't know where I am.

God, I love the content, Caesar.

And the Francaums, more may best tip is going.

Make yourself notice and earn yourself a packing.

Oh, and the Francum girls, they like a big strong lad at the door, if you know what I mean.

They'll like a fair mate, so that rules you out.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

There's a maid, a crown house, holds her skirt over,

so she's got a whole ruffle of petticoats showing.

And she crosses her legs.

She does.

She's not bad at all, did she?

You should be that one.

Me and yourself are fuck grays.

Anything a bit out of the place today and they'll send you a packing.

Oh, not you at all.

Just that Mr. Jarrus clucking like an old hen.

We're giving the choice between the ails about visiting a Mr. Prather.

Ah, the Prather.

Is that any a butler, Lou?

All right, Genomies, always happy.

Mr. Jarrus had a past of a patient.

Oh, look for you.

Yeah.

If you did.

Well, you did.

Well, it was good as it was.

Oh, let's go this.

See you all over, innit?

Can't open your trap without spinning the yarn.

Ha-ha-ha.

MUSIC

It's an informal dinner for the master's oldest friends,

so there will only be a few visiting servants.

You all know they'll be hoping to pick up tippets and scandal to brighten up their dull lives,

don't we?

So we will have no gossip.

No tittle tattle about the family.

Just as we will have no sloppiness, back chat, or drunkenness.

MUSIC

Susan, my room, please.

Yes, Mrs. Ryan.

Their butler is, of course, my old friend, Mr. Prothera.

We will show him, will we, not, how a household of quality conducts itself.

His poor wretches will leave here, wishing to God they were tattle of staff.

MUSIC

Right, gentlemen. Front door duty.

Frederick, that's you.

Time to look a week, son.

Now the rotar for valet and the weekend's guests is up in the footman's room.

Off the top of my head, Frederick, you have the old lord.

There are foshoots on Monday, make sure that your gentlemen have...

Is there a problem, Mr. Forest?

Maybe you think you should be standing where I'm standing.

Saying what I'm saying.

I know. I'd never be out bonkers.

Too much in that you'd be in your place.

Would you not?

Look on this as a warning.

A warning that you're obvious, content and dislike has returned in full.

And then doubled.

And just for good measure, Mr. Forest, you will assist the ailer's usual.

Frederick will look after the old lord.

And therefore, Frederick will get all the tips.

There you have a list of Jarvis.

Now jump to it.

MUSIC

That's just them. Your jobs you really won't like.

Get your walking shoes on.

You don't know the sodding on the body.

Where'd you go if talking to me like that?

A few ends.

I'm waiting on this lordship.

You're waiting on me, boy.

Joseph, here, I'll self up to that breakfast room.

No.

Let's hurry, it's lease.

The fishmonger and the sardler.

Or would you rather argue your cause unless they're Jarvis?

MUSIC

Well...

MUSIC

MUSIC

What's wrong?

Nothing. Everything's just lovely.

Bloody Fred Lando with five ball for doing so, though.

And I've got to walk bloody miles.

You're Frank.

Grace.

It's not Molly Frank anymore.

Come on, whoo!

Whoo!

I did a few trip to town for him to the fishmonger.

I know there was a scum going on.

Why someone else? I'm busy.

Come on, Grace, be a mate.

Oh, I've got that little Darius breakfast.

Will!

What was he up to with the fishmonger?

Chef always orders the best,

but he doesn't know a piece of cod from a saucy giver.

Right?

So, Frank told him what he wanted to hear.

It's all right, Harry.

He likes expensive stuff to Chef.

But the fishmonger can always come up with the goods.

Oh, God, well, how thick are you?

I've left his prone on the stove, but let's go.

No!

Esther.

You listening at doors again?

I'm walking past. That is allowed, is it?

Oh, dear!

Harry, it's all right.

Oh, no!

Look at it! Look what you made me do.

They're going to kill it!

Just be quiet. It's not all broken.

Oh, no!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

You're dead, Governor!

It was teeth and buckets of blood, Lassie.

What have you done?

She didn't mean to.

She was just rushing to Harry and she bumped into me.

It's all right, guys.

Our time, Mrs. Ryan. It was just an accident.

You! Follow me.

The Derby Service.

Oh, Grace, not the Derby Service.

There was nowhere near Mrs. Ryan.

You were at a feet mess.

When she dropped everything, I was...

Esther turned round and have you any idea how much a single plate from that service is worth?

We'll have a plate a week off you, starting now.

Make a list, Grace, and resign yourself to a very small income for the foreseeable future.

Miss.

Shest determined to pay to wax her a name.

He pays to the nose and that makes him happy.

We helped a well into fooling with the cheese stuff that makes us happy yet.

I do say you.

Yeah, but what the eye doesn't see.

Go to Luelland's.

And then it goes on.

New faces, same ordeal.

We'll never get this stuff past chef.

What can you go?

I don't want it to be a trick, please.

Anyway, I'm going to promise.

What, Esther, spice up?

Excuse me?

More like a blood and threat.

No, she'd have to be Grace Mayron.

She went astound like a girl's stuff.

Georgie, salt, teeth, and hair, and hair.

No, but me, it could be a good thing.

You think of it every week.

Do we get calm?

How?

What do you learn the difference between someone from someone who's so happy?

What do you learn the difference between someone from Scotland and more from Wales?

Yeah, I can say that.

You could do it after a cash cut.

Yeah.

I was nowhere near or when she dropped that tray.

I played a week.

By the time I set my mum hurt her and paid Mrs. Ryan, I'm going to be working for Bloody

Nothing.

Well, we counted the pieces.

Three cups.

Seven months and months.

Oh, William Forest.

I'd have to grab your dish.

He must have seen I was nowhere near.

Why didn't you say anything?

Wouldn't, would he?

Foot may be in layers from both.

Not all of us, love.

Maybe he was looking no more way.

No, he saw.

He just wouldn't say anything, would he?

We all know why.

I just hope she gives him the clap.

Will.

Oh, my God, don't stop.

I'll get a grab.

That tray.

You do, pick your moment.

I'm not going to say anything, are you?

Ah.

Are you?

Ah.

Ah.

I've kissed them all and found them fine.

Dora, Jane and Prue.

But Gracie, how my heart of pine.

For a little taste of you.

Lady Frankham must have three tepid baths a day.

Lord Frankham insists that all the family, including all the servants,

have a glass of egg flicked every morning.

No.

I will not make that sloppy.

A problem, exit.

He's master's insistence.

Ah.

He gets better.

Their dog requires five walks a day, not exceeding a mile and not less than 20 minutes in time.

My men love nothing more than mincing along with a bloody lap dog.

I don't know about that.

There is a few footmen who might have enjoyed.

And finally, the senior servants will be arriving sometime this morning from London.

A very small treat.

New money.

I'm sure they've got nothing we haven't got, Mr. Protherall.

We're at least an arrogant man, Mrs. Rayder.

I believe so.

It's not something I'm proud of and certainly not something I want bandied about.

I will never.

I applied for the position of tapplows.

He, I'm sure, knows it.

Revels in it.

Every time I think I've made myself his equal, he bruised me wrong.

You know the thing he can't stand.

Joviality.

Mrs. Rayder.

Mrs. Rayder.

Mr. Protherall.

Walter!

Jarvis.

Of course.

Jarvis.

I believe the slaves in the Americas do the same.

Change their names to please their masters.

Agnes, very good to see.

My other men are just behind us.

What other men?

Your letter said there will be you and Mrs. Frodo.

However, all are welcome this plenty of room.

Gentlemen, Agnes.

Well, Mr. Jarvis, where can we put our provisions?

Mrs. Rayderall.

Mrs. Rayderall.

I know the skirts a bit tappily, but this is real silver.

Give your throttoms.

Come on. I'm not giving it away.

I'm dead to here.

What about that?

No use to you, no more.

Only Peggy's getting wed next month, and they haven't got one.

It's not for sale.

Thought you was glad to get shot of him?

It's my mother's.

You hear Peggy? I see her shoes.

They're the only ones I got.

You take them off you shillen.

Can't pledge a trophy to the Bunions on show now, can she?

How about pound a flesh?

Pight of blood?

Good kill, Esther.

What's wrong?

In short, Chef, won't notice.

The foreign gate doesn't know the front end of an ad

from the arse, all over welcome.

It's a good job he's got asking for, then, is it?

So, are you and William Forrest from now on, will it?

Every week.

Reginald Scott.

Making sure you give us the best of the economy.

Good job. I'm not a man to take offence.

As if I palm off any old rubbish on his lordship.

As if you would.

All right.

But we have eggs.

I'm the largest area in the county, of course.

It's for his lordship's egg flip.

He insists on our own raised eggs, our own churned cream,

and if we could make our own brandy.

Well, every family has six entrance.

Good. Mm. I'll show him, girl.

No, Fred. I'll spank him like his mother.

Girl.

You see, I've told him to wait till he give me a nod.

Good stuff, is he?

Well, as pong's remember, it's very cheap.

Lovely. I've got the latch already lined up.

Yeah. They have to make some noise to get Chef out of his pantry,

you know. Are they worth it?

I told Fred that Paul called him a big girl.

I told Paul the same.

All right. I'll start him off.

You see, I'll go and give Chloe the nod.

I've got about a minute to get the whole lot in.

George.

Don't worry about him, hey?

Don't worry about him.

All right.

Oh.

Say your prayers are going to be another thoroughfare, madam.

What the hell are they supposed to be?

Sorry, Mr. Jarvis.

James, look.

Now.

I haven't got any other, sir.

You better find some.

You shoes, madam.

Quits you like.

One last five minutes in my household.

There are whores who have better shot than you.

I've got a lot of money.

I've got a lot of money.

I've got a lot of money.

I've got a lot of money.

You better shot than you.

Don't worry about him.

I'll buy you a new pair of shoes.

Of course you will.

You just wetted a tip-stop rolling.

I'll buy you shoes upstairs, shoes for the town,

and butchers, honey.

You stop freaking about.

Chloe, I'm going to the back door.

Really, lads?

Ready?

Yeah.

Wait for the signal.

Hey, where are you?

Wait.

Steady, Paul.

Now!

Come on, Fred!

Come on.

Just a bit, a lot.

I'll have to eat against it.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

We're on the whole store making do it!

Yes, sir!

Ah!

Magnificent following your names.

My problem is to the chief examiner.

Beautiful.

Whoops!

The quality.

If I give tap blows out of your lips.

I'll bring up quick, quick, quick!

What is going on out there?

The house has made a kitchen of a pot.

Sheiss kehl!

Watch out!

I'm going to shed money and a kitchen and a cakey door!

I'm going to find a kitchen!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

You English woman!

You're kitchen again.

I'm going to get you a little bit of a lamp.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

This is a bad house!

This is a bad house!

What's up, honey?

He looks crout.

Should waste his life!

Such a place!

Excellent!

Can't put a wall over his eyes, eh?

Ah!

Ah!

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

I'll get you a beer later.

Who won?

Who gives a stuff?

Excuse me?

Little business, I need to attend to tap blows.

Every last one of you.

My son is...

Oh, my God!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, over here.

Years have been living here watching Frank Cushing in,

living in a haunted box, dying of hunger.

A five-year-old beach pit.

A bit more than that one, he's a couch pit.

Not bad days work is it?

What are you gonna do with your wine,

and the wine, and the song, and our ways to rest?

What about you?

A woman? Just the one?

No wine, and I'll sing my own songs.

You said I was a little crazy.

She what, have you? She won't.

How many times you got to tell you no?

The more she says no, the more she means it to me.

I knew we should have left earlier.

All I want is gallons and gallons of hot water.

Miss Vankham, Miss Victoria, tears served in your room.

I'll send your maids up as soon as possible.

I'm sure you don't remember the way, but just in case.

Desperate to get these fruits hot.

You never trust you to behave properly.

Tell me that's the forest.

Take your break.

Just add light, dinner.

Then you can follow it up with an early supper.

You're off duty to attend.

Leave your chieftain.

That's times the most junior footman.

Oh, we finally get the message.

Any chance to get the worst?

I have a few tips.

Will you meet?

I'm going to be safely at a sight.

Now, bugger off.

Oh, Mr. Forest, before you take your break.

That's it.

You can take Miss Catherine's puppy dog here for walkies.

Mr. Prowlthrode, for all his errors and graces,

has not thought to send a special lady's maids.

So, Charlotte, you can make Mrs. Rawlings.

Don't need to worry too much about her.

So you glorified closest daughter?

Lucy, you can look after the two younger girls.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

They were younger girls.

I looked after the Fankham girls last Christmas, this is right.

Charlotte, I'm not stupid.

I know the two young ladies are very easily pleased

and even extravagant tip.

Lucy is a lady's maid that'll expect no less.

Grace, did you want me?

Is there anything I can do when Lord Harry's resting?

Lady's maiding or anything?

Your job is to keep Lord Harry away from the guests.

And with shoes like that you do well to keep yourself heavy.

Off you go, now.

Fart on my pillow, a whore in the night.

We're up behind you.

It looks like Osmekales in here.

My old labor wierly.

Her thighs glimmer, fates.

A tall one.

19 years old.

And they're going to have to do it.

I'm choking.

Never.

Well, pardon me.

Now, that kid, imagine.

I'm sure you think it's very small of me.

Mean-minded.

I think he's going out of his way to insult and aggravate you.

He is.

I know he is.

The man is a clown.

Busting about a celiac, costity stuff.

Swaggering and preening and...

He is a ridiculous figure.

Isn't he?

He is.

Mean, my footman treating would content?

They certainly do.

Mr. Mikey!

Thank you.

Bloody Prothero.

It's not as if you've got any experience as a lady's made.

There's only one way to get it.

I'm not being funny, but there's things you have to learn.

Can't just walk into the job.

It's really difficult, is it?

Coaching the smile at the same time.

If she can look after Laura Darry in that.

It's a little bit more complicated than wiping their shitty arses.

And if you haven't had the training...

No, maybe you aren't any training.

Grace.

I've got it.

For you.

Got some tips early, did you?

Yeah.

They'd like to look at me.

I'd like your pants from the fire.

I want to keep this job.

I'm already in trouble and in hock.

That's one more for any Grace.

And when you get caught, you'll pull me down with you.

No one is going to get caught.

Anyway, I haven't anything wrong.

I broke George.

Not stupid.

Alright William, I've been yourself a nice little one there, babe.

Ha ha ha ha.

Oh lovely.

Fred.

You've got to turn with a four-legged shit-shin.

He likes his walks now and then.

Do you mind?

I've you done the love.

Gentlemen.

A small gesture from the frag.

Little something to warn the cockles.

A lovely glass of egg flip.

Look what I was caught up with, Mr. Parliament.

Or by ever not.

You might be, but you'd enjoy this every day.

As served in buckhose, only last month.

I hope that we all know what we're expected to do tonight.

Mr. Jarvis, a taste of sophistication.

Hmm.

To old acquaintance.

And to new.

To new acquaintances.

The matter's a pig's.

What's that thing?

Lady, what's the face that's been showing for you?

It's been that it has.

Bloody woman.

Needs a good sorting.

Hello.

Roots of the estate.

Do your boat, sauce, crevets.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

Lady, what's the face that's been showing for you?

It's been that it has.

Bloody woman.

Needs a good sorting.

Hello.

Roots of the estate.

Do your boat, sauce, crevets.

Gather all the freedom air.

You know the best be OK?

It's first on what tea?

My girls are attending the young ladies.

Mrs. Walling was most appreciative.

Everything.

As it should be.

I don't know.

Mr. Prother always ill with disappointment.

Call standard.

Slimey bloody things.

Hello by me.

I'll have your share.

Lady, I can't wait to sleep with you.

Faster.

We only woke it up tonight.

Well, you want to stop banging around there, love?

There's not bad temperature, which is all the ladies, though.

You know what to tell.

I certainly thought.

An extra pair of hands might stop Prother who's taking his auras.

So, approach Mr. Jarvis.

He was very grateful.

Going well, Mr. Adams?

They all seem happy on their side.

Geez.

You look lovely.

An apple.

French.

Oops.

Nearly.

Got ya.

I'm sorry, Mr. Prother.

Little man.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

I can't stop the fruit the mayor miss.

Harvest of the sea.

To make your blue eyes even bluer.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Are you with us, Mr. Forest?

The gentlemen are at the port.

No need to panic, Mr. Jarvis.

We'll take you in the coffee.

Get your maul ring bones out of there tonight isn't over yet.

Oh, sick sir.

Sick you!

I'll have your bollocks on it.

George lad.

Perfect timing.

Why don't you arrest your feet, Mr. Prother, oh, make yourself a comb.

We have everything under control.

Mmm.

So spun for the komberea kon is a spun for komberea kon.

The komberea kon is a spun for the komberea kon.

Great!

End of a long day.

T-dious.

Not a great day to be said.

Good night, then.

Good night.

Good night.

Good day, my dear.

Good day, my dear.

Good day, my dear.

Fred, I'm off.

Cluck work.

I think we've shown Mr. Prudaro a thing or two.

Seen him off.

Good and proper.

His position at the Francums, I applied for it.

Same time as him.

Does he?

He's never said anything of course.

But then he wouldn't.

But he knows.

No, sake of stock.

My own multifbeinci.

The one who came home to roadside water wax is from outside navigation storm.

The burjoy system

Anotherunch ofinks

the entrusted air

more to a certainfeeders

For flora

£30 million

Five shits.

Where else are you going to get the money from?

You wonder why don't I intend to do with you.

If you get caught, we both get kicked out.

If you don't get in your shoes, you're going to get kicked out anyway.

And if you go, I don't want to stay.

What are you on about?

Go away.

Please love, take no money.

I'll never be your love.

Never say never.

But you don't know what to do.

Never say never.

But you don't know what's around the corner.

The longer we stand, the more likely we are to become.

Go, you silly son.

Take money. Go.

Grace, take the money. Go to bed.

Grace.

Grace.

There you go.

Where's my man?

Go on, friend!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

I'll bring you some water.

I'll take this little water wherever it needs it.

If you go off.

Lizzie? Lizzie?

Unlock the laundry.

Like the fire under the cover.

The big one!

You quite have the God's sleep.

You're waiting for our road.

You'll have it right, man.

The couch, you get a week.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

She's just done with this.

Me?

Really?

Well, I've got Miss Caroline.

I'm sorry, Charlotte.

Like you said, there's a lot more to it than just waking shitty RS's.

And I'm just not trained up.

Jaff's has already been out smelling the pig's will.

So I can't be the only one thinking it.

Bloody oysters.

They had one.

If he puts the screws on fish face,

you're going to wish you'd finish them off and say goodbye to my little life.

Oh!

You said this was foolproof.

No risk.

You're a blame prick, it's all about what, eh?

This cost me my job.

My new livery.

Or anything else.

It won't.

I'll sort it.

I tell him if he's among her to give his mouth shut.

Tomorrow after church.

Before lunch.

Some time.

Cross roll.

Oh, come on, I gotta run.

Leave the dealer alone.

Cross roll!

Come on, church.

If you're breathing, you'll be there.

Good morning, Mr. Jarvis.

Mr. Prolro.

Mrs. Fred.

We're assuming that no one has died in the night.

Currently not.

Thank you, Mr. Prolro.

I will be with you directly.

You know the way.

And indeed.

Indeed.

There's lots of waiting.

Where is everyone?

I will not have un-punchuality.

Let's have some movement, please.

Not ill, Mr. Adams.

You're choosing me a steal.

You gotta watch out.

With the use.

Well, I didn't hear any of the dinner and I'm not sick.

And I didn't.

I'm just lovely.

You're just gonna be a lovely cripple if I hear any more of you.

This lordship's blaming the fish, that's all I'm saying.

If they blame the fish, then anyone who's sick has had some of the fish.

That's what they'll say.

If anyone asks, I'm gonna launch Frankham.

I wish you'd shut up about the bloody fish for it.

Not as if it was the only thing anyone ate.

You know what I think.

The oysters.

You could have been anything.

Man, the shut, you were putting me on your neck.

You think you've got your hands on cheeses?

Ham, cakes, egg flip.

About turn, ladies and gentlemen.

If you please, quick as you like.

No church, Mr. Jarvis.

I'm afraid not.

The vicar and the curate.

Frostite in the crypt.

Well, I suppose if a lord gets the shits, then the vicar can't do.

Our dad used to say, if anything's for free, the church will be there first.

It's hardly Christian to cry about another's head.

Oh, shh.

Oh, shh.

Oh, shh.

Don't be wondering what we are.

Am I?

I know.

How did you get him?

I bought him back there.

And we may be expecting anything in return.

Nothing.

Just don't I see him, you get in trouble, that's all.

You're a real St. George cosplay.

I know about the fish, Skan.

Don't you talk to him, am I?

Well, Fred Drix says it was the oysters.

Well, Fred Drix got a big mouth.

Anyway, it wasn't.

Anyway, good.

Stuff it, Chris.

You need shoes.

And these are going big in.

So you're going to put them on a wall.

I'm going to put them on a wall.

The guests are on the mend,

not believing shortly for London,

but the servants.

But the servants?

What?

We'll have to stay an extra night.

The devil, they will.

They'll be setting off tomorrow for their house in Edinburgh.

Chorkeling as they go.

Crowing.

It's bad enough that we poisoned the household,

but in front of Prothera.

In front of Bloody Prothera.

The next six serving I see, I'll wrench out his heart and eat it.

Why, sir?

Bloody Prothera.

We'll go ahead.

Joseph.

Did you drink the egg flip?

Well, that's sight.

That's a pity, Joseph.

That is a pity.

Because if you ate the fish,

some people might say you were a thief.

If you didn't eat the fish, though,

and you did drink the egg flip,

the egg flip that Prothera made,

I told you to drink.

Well.

Egg flip.

Go.

Susan.

You look dumb. Why am I accusing you of?

I don't know what you told me.

Did you go to the market?

Did you tell them, Ellen,

if you palm us off for any old rubbish?

I wouldn't do that.

I thought I was over the worst.

I shouldn't continue if I was you, Mr Adams.

I'm forcing him in brats, I hate him.

Fiddling continents is my bread and butter.

Then what is the scam?

It's a fantastic wattle.

A confession, no, Mr Forrest,

and all this nastiness can be put behind us.

They all drink egg flip,

and they're all sick,

but they won't get in trouble for that.

Oh, we're George.

Think about it, Susan.

If you ate the fish, you're a thief.

If you drank the egg flip.

Susan.

Right.

Why, if you want,

you never touch the rotten fish.

Happy?

And did you have any more flip?

I did.

As it happens.

But anyone Mr Provaro gave me.

Excellent.

Well, no, no. Get some bread.

Oh!

Pass off, Wilf.

Nearly there.

Come on, no.

How much?

How much?

Oh, guinea.

A guinea?

Damn bastard.

Have you had any idea how much I've contracts?

What till I Ellen?

Hand over.

And Jarvis need never know.

If you don't, then I will tell him

what a grasping, greedy, dishonest little prick you are.

And how you have brought sickness and gets graced to tart loss.

How does that tickle you?

It's only a matter of time.

Oh.

One small incident like this in a lifetime of service, Mr. Krasse.

And no one would risk losing you for that.

Excuse me, Mr. Jarvis.

His law should be she speak to chef.

You have nothing to worry about, Felix.

I'm sorry.

Bloody idiot.

Oh, no, no, no.

He's teaching you how to do it.

Johnny.

Yes.

No more pressure, rubbish.

We'll have good planing this, but not.

Chef, chef, I'm looking for a George, I mean...

You can't have spent it. You haven't been anywhere.

I haven't got anything. Get in.

I'm in on a pair of shoes.

This is you, really enough to skirt again, isn't it?

This is you pouring everything out to the first nose you bastard.

You saw me leaving the estate. It's not a dafty when it worked out for himself.

So we give him a car.

We give him every penny of the way to go to Jarvis.

Wouldn't he, 40?

They've ordered laid into Prince Albert. We're next for the job.

Well, Chef Spinsak, lather that on his tart, died of syphilis.

Why is this shit?

George, where you going?

You see, Jarvis, save my job.

George, wait a minute.

You got stinking shoes, cripple you.

I owe they give you a foot rot.

What are you on about?

Your bloody shoes, of course. Me and George are...

Jaws!

And your silence has to be three months' wages.

Who dropped that tray?

When you tell the truth about that...

God, Felix.

What the hell did you have to do, oysters?

Oh, my friend. The smallest threat emanating from the most enfeebled silk warm.

In the most mild nourished war in the worst arsehylavelia is thicker and stronger than the threat by which I have held onto my position in this kitchen.

Oh, no! Not another delicious life-threatening treat.

No one has died, Mr. Prothorow.

Not for the want of try. Hey, Mrs. Ryan.

Oy, the Slavic beast wants you.

Tell him I've got his bloody money.

Are you talking about him?

I went down the dear park with him, joined the riverwalk.

You get off easy.

Just get stowfed.

Funny enough, the Prothorow tried.

And I am it.

Right, Prothorow. Prothorow.

This way.

Prothorow! Prothorow!

No! Prothorow!

Prothorow!

Prothorow!

Go on, that's right. Stuff your face.

Oh, my bloody poison's you!

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

It's just you were so busy, so I didn't feel you get the chance.

So, notice, he was going all around the house, sort of making a big thing of it.

Like, they live off it and we only have beer or something.

I've got to write up my notes.

50!

They're just the ones I managed to speak to, so every single one of them, egg flip, no fish.

Bloody marvellous!

Bloody wonderful!

Bloody Prothorow, eh?

And you're willing to say, just do you want to see him?

Well, there's no need.

You said him home when he gets here. My apologies.

Tell him I'll see you. It's all right.

Well done.

Thank you.

Thank you.

He never heard of you.

Maggie!

Mind your language, girls?

It's Mistress May in the ring what she could never bear to sell.

What the hell? That's my bag!

We don't go to mourning.

You are respectfully requested to revise that plan and piss off now.

How dare you speak to us like that?

We have been housed in inadequate quarters.

Disregarded, fed slop barely fit for pigs.

Barely fit for pigs?

I'm mortified.

I expressly instructed that your food must be absolutely fit for pigs.

Out!

Out!

Thank you, out!

Your sodjourn here is over.

And our brief spell in purgatory.

And that's a house we're not able to do with the distemper you brought upon us?

Not a cabbage isn't here yet.

And it is about to rain!

Light rain will still you know how.

Well, we pray for a de-yuge.

Mrs. Ryan!

Up to you.

Go on, off you go, mate.

Never again.

We'll send an invoice for the greenhouse storm to be caught.

Bye-bye, Mr. President.

Start up all-new. Oh, how Mr. Prover up to you?

Oh, I act this!

Sex, I love you!

Hey, I'm an employee.

How many?

Gee, gee.

Mr. Follust!

Reckoning to you, please.

I want to go 15.

Well, what do I do now?

I've dealt with it.

The fish was fine. A fish on.

A dude doesn't give a toss about the fish.

All he wants is the money.

All my bollocks on his plate.

I haven't got the money.

No.

He chucked it away chasing up the Christmas tits.

Yeah.

For the whole house, is ya?

Not just a pair of tits, will ya?

How dare you speak to us like that?

Maybe who's getting out of the quarters?

Disregarded!

We've been fed food, bollif, fed food!

Oh, no!

Is that...

Oh, did you hear what feeling said to that?

Yeah.

It was very impolite.

I meant to reprove him about that.

But I was too busy laughing.

Good luck, Ty.

Mrs. Brian.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Target.

Oh!

Oh!

There is something I think you should all know.

Just between us.

As friends.

And not to be relayed.

To Mr. Jarvis.

You are not poisoned by the Frankham's egg flip.

You are gotted by a substandard fish that this craving greedy bastard introduced to the house.

And thanks to Willy Boy here,

all our visitors have fled without leaving a single tip.

But because I am his friend,

as well as yours,

and for the owner of Taplow's,

I saw that Mr. Forrest here can keep his job.

We will all keep quiet, shall we?

I tried to tell you.

Hey.

Let's stop the direction.

I've got your next egg in the black hoodie.

I've got a long hard day, but I've lost your home.

But it's not Mr. Cosmo.

Oh, you livery?

Oh!

Look at him!

Oh!

Hey!

Hey!

Go on then!

Come on, kissy, you soft dead.

Yeah, that's very...

Fear.

Oh, about pulling Willy.

Sorry about your ring.

Oh, yeah.

You got me my shoes.

So you owe me.

I'm sorry.

The trousers come off, then.

For me, they don't.

Oh!

Please, I'm not looking for you.

Please, don't...

It's not...

It's not...

It's not...

I don't think we at all will see it that way.

Be very careful, Mrs. Ryan.

Should I have asked your permission?