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Don't just stand there. Give me a hand with the canopy.
- Mary? Merriman? Are you ready? - Mary?
Yes, Mr. Burkett.
Everything's ready, milady.
- I think she's knocking. - Well, see what she wants.
I can't open this wretched thing.
I suppose we better stop.
I can't get this top off.
Hello. Is everything all right?
Are-Are you okay?
- Am I what? - We're all right, thank you.
Is that Lady Trentham? Lady Trentham.
It's, uh-- I'm William McCordle's cousin, Ivor.
Ivor Novello.
Yes, of course.
May I introduce a friend of mine from California?
- Mr. Morris Weissman. - Hello.
Hi.
Uh, we were just wondering if we were headed in the same direction.
I dare say we might be.
Well, if-if everything seems to be all right--
Bye.
Could we get on before I freeze to death?
- Was that really Ivor Novello? - Yes. Could we get on?
Oh, hello. Nice house. I like it.
- Hello, Ivor. - Welcome back, Your Ladyship.
Constance, welcome.
Hello, dear. If he has to call me by my Christian name,
why can't he make it "Aunt Constance"?
- I'm not the upstairs maid.
He's still got that vile little dog, I see.
Yes, the ones we hate last forever. Did you have a horrid journey?
Yes, fairly horrid.
Take the car around the back to unload it.
You better follow him. Mrs. Wilson will look after you.
Your Ladyship.
- Your Lordship. - Mm-hmm.
- Louisa. - William.
- Raymond. Lots of good shooting coming. - William.
That's what we're here for.
Just leave everything in one pile around the corner there.
Make sure it's properly labeled. It'll go up in the luggage lift.
These are the guns. Where's the gun room?
Down there on the right. Find Mr. Strutt, the keeper. He'll show you what to do.
- I know what to do. - Ellen, what do you think you're doing over there?
Take that rain off those cases before you take them up.
Those are Mr. Novello's bags.
- Who are you? - I'm Mr. Weissman's man.
- The Countess of Trentham. - Yes.
Make sure they're properly labeled. Put them down there.
- Where am I? - You're in the stable block with the grooms.
Her Ladyship is in the Chinese room. Elsie! Elsie!
You'll be sharing with the head housemaid. She'll show you where everything is.
Elsie, this is Miss Trentham.
- Mrs. Wilson-- Excuse me, ma'am-- - Take care of her, will you?
My name's Mary. Mary Maceachran.
Not here it's not. It's Trentham.
Lord Stockbridge. Guns.
- Down there on the right. - The name's Parks. Robert Parks.
Mr. Parks?
Mr. Parks, below stairs you'll be known as Mr. Stockbridge.
- There's three more outside. - I knew a Mr. Parks who was in service in Norwich.
Is he any relation of yours?
No. London born and bred.
What should I do with Her Ladyship's jewels?
It's this way. George is in charge of the safe.
He's the first footman, and you wanna watch where he puts his hands.
She's new.
Have you got the ones for tonight?
Oh, sorry.
Always bring a separate box for the first night. It saves bother.
- Freddie, do wait.
For goodness sakes, Mabel. What is it this time?
- Does my hair look all right? - It looks fine. Where the hell were you?
We're not late. Freddie, do please stop going on.
Isobel?
- Hello. - Hello, lsobel.
Darling, I'll see you in there. There's been something I've been meaning to say to you.
- Have you, uh-- Have you spoken to your father? - No.
What do you mean, no? Hey, you promised.
I never promised. I said I'd do my best.
- You're so beautiful when you resist me. - Stop it.
I'll ask him tonight.
- Well, you bloody well better.
- You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. - Don't worry. It's nobody.
Sorry, Miss lsobel.
Do you really think you'll have a chance to speak to him tonight?
- Would you stop going on about it? - Izzy, that's all very well--
I think it's ridiculous. I'm here to shoot.
Darling, it's a relief to me to sit next to someone who isn't deaf in one ear.
I'm sorry?
Darling, what do you mean, "Leave it"?
Well, I just meant let it come naturally.
Don't try and steer the conversation.
- It makes you sound so desperate. - Well, I am fucking desperate.
Hello, Raymond. This is my brother-in-law, Lord Stockbridge.
Hello. I'm Morris Weissman.
- Who? - Morris Weissman.
- Weissman, yes. - Hello.
Oh, Elsie? Elsie, this is Lord Stockbridge's valet.
He's new to the house, so show him around, will you?
You'll be sharing with Mr. Weissman's man.
- Has His Lordship's luggage gone up? - Supposedly.
He's in the Tapestry room, wherever that is.
Oh, well, here we go again.
That's just it. I've never done a house party before, not properly.
How come you got taken on as a countess lady's maid...
-if you've got no experience? -She wants to train me.
She said she didn't care about experience.
She didn't want to pay for it, you mean.
It's cold in here.
You should know to pack your woolies when you come to this house.
Here we are.
- Is everything all right, Elsie? - Fine, Miss Lewis. Thanks.
That's your bed there.
- That good? Yeah, that's tasty. - Very tasty.
I think I'll-- I shall go in the library.
Here you are, Pip, Pip.
I beg your pardon, sir. I thought I'd just take the Times up with me...
- in case you'd like to read it when you're dressing. - Thank you, Probert.
- Look after Pip for me. Good boy. - Of course, sir.
I have to make a telephone call to California in a couple of hours.
- I can't find a telephone. - Well, there's a telephone just here on the left.
Oh, wonderful. Thank you. You know, of course, I'll reverse the charges.
Yes.
There's a new restaurant in the Strand. It's an automatic restaurant.
It's open 24 hours a day. You can go in any time day or night.
So who's the funny little American?
- Morris Weissman. He's a friend of Ivor. - Oh.
He makes films in Hollywood.
Ivor asked if he could bring him along. Didn't see why not.
I thought he might be interested in guns and shooting.
Oh, well, never mind. He adds to the glamor of the gathering.
I didn't expect anything half as exotic.
Oh, no, not for me. You know that I hate drinking whisky.
Go on, drink it. Do you good.
- Go on.
Oh, really, Bill.
You are such a bad influence.
Well, don't blame me if I start misbehaving.
I don't know how impressed your husband is with our Hollywood folk.
Well, you know Raymond.
He only feels safe with his own kind.
Bill!
I thought ladies' maids never wore aprons.
Her Ladyship used to have a French maid who wore a black one like this.
She thinks it's got a bit of style.
I bet she does, and I bet she took it out of your wages too.
She likes to have everything just so.
Mmm. Don't they all.
- That's him. - Who?
Ivor Novello.
He passed us on the road today on his way here, and he spoke to me.
Well, he spoke to Her Ladyship, but I answered.
I only cut it out for Garbo. I prefer the American stars.
I think they've got more oomph.
Go on!
- Is he really Sir William's cousin? - Yep.
Imagine having a film star in the family.
- Lady Sylvia must be thrilled. - Oh, I don't think.
Why wouldn't she be?
'Cause she's a snobbish cow. 'Cause she--
She looks down on anyone who got to the top with brains and hard work.
Just like she looks down on her husband, except when it's time to foot the bills.
And then she's got her hand out, all right.
- What was her family, then? - What'd you expect, really?
Toffee-nosed and useless.
Her father was the Earl of Carton.
Sounds good, except he didn't have a pot to piss in.
What's she like to work for?
She's horrible. But he's--
He's okay. Come on. We better get cracking.
- Hello, I'm Ivor. - I know who you are.
- Mabel Nesbitt. - Hello, Mabel.
- How are you? - Very well, thank you.
Oh! I don't smoke. Thank you.
Mrs. Nesbitt's only got one dress with her.
Says her husband rushed her when she was packing.
Do you always look after visitors if they haven't got a maid?
Sometimes Dorothy helps, though why Mrs. Wilson...
makes the still room maid do it beats me.
I think she only does it to annoy Mrs. Croft.
- Which one does Dorothy answer to? - Both. That's the problem.
She's rushed off her feet as it is. Are you nearly done there?
- Yes. - Here she is-- Miss Bossy.
Tell me, what was Greta Garbo really like?
- Did you get to know her? - Yes, I did, actually.
She's coming to stay with me next month.
Tell me, how much longer are you going to go on... making films?
I suppose that rather depends on how much longer the public want to see me in them.
Yes, it must be hard to know...
when it's time to throw in the towel.
What a pity about that last one of yours.
What-What was it called?
- The Dodger. - The Lodger.
The Lodger.
And it must be so disappointing...
when something just, you know, flops like that.
Yes, it is...
rather disappointing.
Look at this. Machine-made lace.
- Hark at her. - Well, I hate cheap clothes.
They're twice the work, and they never look as good.
I'll murder that dog one day. Look at that. All over his waistcoat.
What do you expect from a woman without her own maid?
Lady Lavinia says a woman who travels with no maid has lost her self-respect.
- She calls it "giving in." - I don't have a maid. I haven't given in.
- That's different. - Why?
- What's your name? - I think here I'm called Trentham.
No, I meant your real name.
Oh. Mary. Mary Maceachran.
Blimey. What does Her Ladyship call you?
Well, she should call me Maceachran, now I'm a lady's maid.
That's what my mother says.
But Her Ladyship can't pronounce it, so she calls me Mary.
I don't blame her.
Sylvia.
I'm serious. There mustn't be any more nonsense.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Done much shooting this year?
Quite a lot.
- Hello. - Does Louisa always go out with you?
- Usually. - It's very good of her.
- Do you have a minute? - Don't do that! That's bad for him!
Put him down.
- Yeah. Bores me stiff.
- All right, Pip. - I just wondered--
William's such a rotten shot.
I usually try and duck out of it, particularly in Scotland.
I'm rather fond of Scotland.
All right, get on with your work. Yes?
- Ah, Mr. Weissman. There you are. - I'm dealing with this.
- What is it, Mr. Weissman? - Well, to start with, my name is Denton.
- Henry Denton. - You're here as valet to Mr. Weissman.
That means you'll be known as Mr. Weissman below stairs for the duration of your stay.
We stick to the old customs here. It saves confusion.
- It's about Mr. Weissman's diet. - Yes?
He's a vegetarian.
- A what? - A vegetarian.
He doesn't eat meat. He eats fish, but not meat.
Well, I never! Doesn't eat meat?
He's coming for a shooting party, and he doesn't eat meat.
Mr. Weissman doesn't intend to shoot.
I think he just wants to walk out with them, get a bit of air.
Get a bit of air?
Yes, thank you. We'll make the necessary arrangements.
Now I suggest you get one of the servants to take you upstairs.
Mr. Weissman is in the Green bedroom,
and you'll be sharing with Lord Stockbridge's valet--
Robert Parks.
He's very full of himself, I must say. "Doesn't eat meat."
Now, now, Mrs. Croft. We don't want to be thought unsophisticated, do we?
Mr. Weissman's an American. They do things differently there.
Good boy, now. Give Louisa a kiss from me.
Darling, I'm sorry about that.
- I should have made it clear that Morris just doesn't shoot. - Don't worry.
William's just making a fuss. He has this ridiculous idea...
that Americans all sleep with guns under their pillows.
They do, but they're more for each other than for killing birds.
Remind me. How are you related to William exactly?
Our mothers were first cousins.
Don't believe I ever met William's mother.
Didn't she do something rather original?
Well, she was a teacher.
And so was mine.
- That's marvelous, isn't it? - Sylvia is so clever.
She always finds such wonderful servants.
I don't know how she manages.
I'm breaking in a new maid.
I'm simply worn out with it.
Actually, there's nothing more exhausting, is there?
- I don't have a lady's maid. - Oh. Hello.
I was just telling dear Mabel here about my new maid.
Honestly, the amount I have to do for her, she should be paying me.
She does seem rather young.
Well, of course, what she is, my dear, is wonderfully cheap.
You've no right to pull me away in mid-conversation.
Mabel, where are you going? The room's this way.
Why the hell did you have to mention you don't have a maid?
Why would you mention you didn't have a maid, for God's sake?
You'd find it a lot easier to clean them if you put the trees in first.
I was just about to do that.
Are these Mr. Novello's shoes?
Yes.
- Do you really live in Hollywood? - I do.
Hmm. How did you get there? Where did you start from?
Where else do you think? Scotland.
Were you always in service?
Did you ever think of trying to get into films while you were there?
I wanted to be an actor once... when I was little.
I suppose old Mother Trentham...
will have her begging bowl out while she's here.
She won't be bothering your employers, that's certain.
- Why not? - Because Lady Lavinia Meredith...
- hasn't got a penny to bless herself with. - And whose fault is that?
There's nothing wrong with the commander.
He's just been a bit unfortunate.
I'll say. I think he's pathetic.
Then why don't you hand in your notice?
Well, the other two sisters fell on their feet.
Of course, it helps that they're both good-looking.
- Lady Sylvia's lovely. - You think so?
-She might have done a bit better for herself, really. - I beg your pardon.
Lord Carton was determined to have Sir William for either of the two eldest.
I was told he could have had his pick.
- Why was Lord Carton so keen? - Why do you think?
Who do you suppose pays for him to swan around Biarritz for six months of the year?
Come to that, who keeps Ma Trentham in stockings and gin?
- Old money bags, that's who. - I think it's disgusting the way they all use him.
None of the rest of them have got the brains to make the price of a packet of tea.
- Are you finished, Elsie? - Yes, Mrs. Wilson.
- I've just got this hem to do. - What's Lord Stockbridge like?
He thinks he's God Almighty.
They all do.
- Why does this fork go on the right?
Because they eat the fish with two of them.
- One in each hand. - Why is that, then?
- Search me. - What are you doing here?
-Just looking around. - Mr. Jennings will be up in a minute.
Ifl were you, I'd go and look around somewhere else.
- Is that what you'd do? - That's exactly what I would do.
Then that's what I'll do.
- Something funny about that bloke. - His accent for a start.
- What do you think his game is? - I don't know.
Are you finished? What about Lord Rupert Standish and Mr. Blond?
Her Ladyship said not to wait for them.
The stuff's all ready if they turn up on time.
We can stick on two extra places in a jiffy.
When they arrive, you'll be dressing Mr. Blond, Arthur.
- Mr. Blond? - Yes, Mr. Blond.
George, you'll have Lord Rupert.
If they're very late, they can change by themselves,
and you can tidy up when they're downstairs.
Is Mr. Nesbitt settled?
I'll go and finish him off now, sir.
- And Mr. Novello? - Mr. Weissman's man will attend to him.
Right. After you're finished,
join me in the drawing room with the drinks.
- What's the matter with you? - Nothing.
Only I thought I'd be doing Mr. Novello, that's all.
Now you won't get to see him in his underdrawers.
Never mind. Better luck next time.
They're rather a mixed bunch.
That Mr. Weissman's very odd.
Apparently, he produces motion pictures.
The Charlie Chan mysteries. Or does he direct them?
I never know the difference.
Really? I enjoy those, milady.
Ye-- Mary.
I suppose it's fun having a film star staying.
There's always so little to talk about after the first flush of recognition.
And why has Freddie Nesbitt brought that awful, common little wife of his?
I mean, Isobel only asked him because a gun dropped out.
That's no excuse to inflict her on us all.
Mary!
So what's the gossip in the servants' hall?
- Um, nothing, milady. - Hmm?
Nonsense. Come on. Out with it.
Well, is it true that Sir William...
could have married Lady Stockbridge if he'd wanted to?
Is that what they're saying?
Only that Lord Carton was after Sir William for one of them,
but he didn't care which.
What would you say if I told you...
they cut cards for him?
William, Lewis said you wanted me.
- Who's next to me at dinner? - Oh, you know.
Aunt Constance and Lavinia.
Why do I have to have that bloody old trout all the time?
- I want Louisa. - Do I have to explain the table of precedence again?
- I don't give a shit about precedence. - Well, you always complain...
that people look down on you, and then you behave like a peasant.
Now, tomorrow morning, I'll--
I'll breakfast in bed,
and then get straight up into the tweeds.
What shirt have you brought?
Um, the green with the pink stripe.
Oh, no, dear. No. That's quite wrong.
No, always something very plain for country sports.
The one I had on today will do.
- But it's soiled. - Yeah, well, you can wash it, can't you?
God. I hate shooting.
Why does one have to do these things?
Has Constance asked for money yet?
- No. - Raymond tells me...
she's been complaining that her allowance isn't big enough.
Good mind to stop it completely.
- I thought it was for her lifetime.
No, no.
- Will that be all, sir? - Mmm.
I do wish that Anthony wasn't here.
Make sure I'm not left alone with him, will you?
- Why? - I'm pulling out of his scheme.
Oh. Have you told him?
No, and I'm not going to either.
Louisa said I should leave it till next week.
Let him sob in private.
Go. Say hello to your mommy. Go on.
Far be it from me to contradict Louisa.
- Will there be anything else? -Just get Pip. He might fall down the stairs.
Hey, hey, come here. Come here.
Thank you, Elsie. You keep hold of him.
- Is everything all right? - Cheap dress, wrong shoes.
I'm making bricks without straw, Mr. Probert, really.
- You don't have any spare hair pins, do you? - Yeah.
I'm trying to get back to the room for a second, and I can't find it.
It's the staircase at the end of the corridor.
- Oh, thank you. - Ah.
Oh, Pip. Oh, thank you, Elsie.
Thank you. Oh! You've got some hair on your dress.
- Thank you, sir. - Yes.
Shut up, Mabel! There is nothing going on between me and Isobel.
Can't you just tell me the truth? You're a liar, Freddie.
- There is nothing-- - You are a liar!
- Don't you call me a liar!
I found some pins, madam, from Lady Trentham's maid.
Right.
We're supposed to be downstairs already.
Well, you go on.
I'll be down in a minute.
- Try and make her look respectable.
Oh, thank you.
Well... there's no harm in trying.
Well, thank you very much, Mr. Jennings.
-Just Jennings, sir. - All right.
Just Jennings.
Oh, by the way, I've booked a telephone call to California,
and I'd appreciate it if you would get me as soon as it comes through.
- Very good, sir. - Thank you, Jennings.
You're not gonna provide entertainment?
That's how you got your invitation.
- Oh, no, don't get up.
- Please, go on. - You look lovely in that dress, if I may say so.
- What is it?ldon't recognize it.
A little something I'm working on.
I can't imagine how one ever goes about inventing a tune.
Where do you start?
It's rather difficult to say.
Well, I think you're too clever for words.
- Good evening. - Hello.
- Lovely dress. - Thank you.
Hi.
How do you manage to put up with these people?
Well, you forget I earn my living by impersonating them.
Can I help you?
You know, I really enjoy the way you do things, Mr. Jennings.
I beg your pardon?
- What is it, Henry? - Nothing.
I just wanted to be sure you had everything you need, sir.
Yes, I do. Thank you.
It's wonderful to find a servant these days who really shows an interest, don't you think?
Sir.
Come on, girls. Sit down. Tuck in. We've got 20 minutes.
Shuffle along. Here he comes.
- Everything satisfactory, Mr. Jennings? - Yes, thank you, Dorothy.
They have their drinks. I think we can all take our leisure for half an hour or so.
What's this?
- I believe this is my place, Mr. Jennings. - Oh.
And since when did a baroness outrank a countess?
Miss Trentham, would you take the place of honor, please?
- Miss Trentham?
I'm all right here, Mr. Jennings. Thank you.
Go on. Don't keep him waiting.
Ah, Miss Meredith.
Would you come and sit on my left?
Naturally, I'm nothing when there are visitors in the house.
- Nevermind. I'm used to it. - Good evening, Mrs. Wilson.
Good evening.
For what we are about to receive,
may the Lord make us truly grateful.
Right. Start when you get it.
No time for loitering.
I'm not serving tonight, Mr. Jennings, am I?
Not tonight, Elsie, but probably tomorrow.
Where is Mrs. Croft?
Always eats with her own staff.
Does she take her pudding to Mrs. Wilson's room? Our cook does that.
Fat chance. They hate each other.
- Can I ask a question? - Certainly, Mr. Weissman.
How can we help you?
I just wondered, how many people here had parents in service?
And was that why they chose to go into it?
What an interesting question, and one to which, I'm afraid, I cannot provide the answer.
All of you whose parents were in service, raise your hand.
- My father was. - Both-- nanny and groom.
- Not you, Dorothy? - My father was a farmer, Mr. Jennings.
A tenant of Lord Carton's.
- Mr. Meredith? - Factory hands, both of them.
- And if you ask me, they were better off.
What about you, Mr. Stockbridge?
What's the matter? Don't you know?
Yeah, I know what they did.
But it didn't have any effect on me or my choice of work.
- And why's that? - Because I grew up in an orphanage.
Thank you, Mr. Weissman,
for giving us all a little something to think about.
Oh, Her Ladyship.
Oh, I'm so sorry to disturb you.
Please, do sit down and finish your supper.
Mrs. Wilson, a major crisis has a risen. I have just found out...
that Mr. Weissman won't eat meat, and I don'tknow what to do.
I can't tell Mrs. Croft. I simply don't dare.
Everything's under control, Your Ladyship.
Mr. Weissman's valet informed us as soon as he arrived,
so we've prepared a special version of the soup.
He can eat the fish and the hors d'oeuvres,
and we'll have a Welsh rarebit for the game course.
I don't know what we're going to do about the entree, but we'll think of something.
Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. Ten steps ahead as usual.
Which one of you is Mr. Weissman's valet?
I am, Your Ladyship.
Are you, indeed? Yes, heavens.
Um, thank you for your... efficiency.
- You're all set, then. - Yes, George?
Nothing, sir.
I should hope not. I'm very hungry.
I was, uh, wondering, William,
if l could have a word with you alone after dinner.
I can't leave my guests, can I?
You'll make that dog sick.
Isobel, did you know that William and I...
are going into business together in the Sudan?
- No, I didn't know that. - It's quite exciting.
What's happened is apparently,
there are hundreds and hundreds of Sudanese native soldiers,
entire regiments wandering around the desert,
willy-nilly, without anything on their feet,
which causes some hardship, I imagine.
No, I grew up in Leicester.
- My father had a glove factory. - Really?
One thing I do know is how a glove should fit.
Really, darling. You're boring poor Mr. Novello to death.
- No! - I think he's going to explain everything to me...
and kind of show me how it all works.
There's gonna be a pheasant hunt in my picture.
There's a large market in modernizing the armies in the Sudan...
and providing them with boots.
And then the old bag just served it to all the servants.
I couldn't believe it.
Aren't you cold?
It's better than that kitchen.
Here. I thought you could do with this.
- Oh, that's kind, love.
Elsie, hello.
- Good evening, Your Lordship. - We've got bags and guns and everything and no man.
If I give you the keys, will you sort it out for me?
- Of course, Your Lordship. - Thank you.
- We'll get your bags, sir. - Thank you. That's very kind of you.
Good evening.
Right. In the boot, is it?
Sorry, can I trouble you for a light, please?
- You got that bag? - Yeah.
Thank you. Good evening.
You mean you think he's losing interest in that sort of thing?
Well, not just that. The whole Empire.
I think he said the steam's gone out of it.
William?
That's not true, is it-- that you think the Empire's finished?
I've been what?
Well, the Empire was finished after the war.
Well, because of the war. It changed everything.
- Empire Leicester Square? - Well, I don't care what's changed or not changed.
As long as our sons are spared what you all went through.
Oh, not all. You didn't fight, did you, William?
I did my bit.
Well, you made a lot of money,
but it's not quite the same thing as charging into the cannon's mouth, is it?
Thank God for Raymond. At least the family...
had one representative in the front line.
Raymond, tell them how many times you were mentioned in the despatches.
- I forget. - No, you don't. Come on.
- Is he being modest? - Yes, he's being very modest.
What do you think you're doing here?
Mrs. Wilson asked me to tell you that the others have arrived.
Good.
Lord Rupert Standish and Mr. Blond are here, milady.
No, they're too late. They can have a tray in the billiard room.
- They can join us later. - Very good, milady.
- Is Rupert here? Shall I go and say hello? - Yes.
No, I don't think so.
Face it. You're a younger son...
with the taste of marquess and the income of a vicar.
Her mother likes you. She does too.
Now, I know she's not exactly a show-stopper--
- Her father's not keen on the idea. - He'll come around.
"Have you met my daughter, Lady Rupert Standish?"
He thinks I'm in it for the money.
Of course he does. But you can't let that put you off.
He's much more of an obstacle than you think.
Then you must overcome that, mustn't you?
Her Ladyship asked if you would join her in the drawing room when you've finished.
All right, ladies, off you go.
Gentlemen.
Gents, move down. Move down.
Louisa, look after Pip for me, will you?
I wonder if we could have a word or two later on, William?
Do you think so?
Ah, good, good.
-Jennings, could l-- - Certainly, sir.
There's more in here. I'm just getting them.
I need all the knives there. All the knives.
Come on, Maude. Let's go and get the fish kettle.
Fred? Albert? Ready?
- There he is. - Who?
Lord Stockbridge's valet. Apparently, he grew up in an orphanage.
Arthur said they made him shout it down the table.
Makes you feel sorry for him, really.
It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not his fault.
Would you like me to ask Lord Rupert and Mr. Blond to join you, sir?
No, leave them be. They can entertain the ladies.
Give Mr. Novello a rest.
Anthony, did I overhear you at dinner saying...
-you were going into business with Sir William? - I beg your pardon?
- Is it very old? - Possibly, possibly.
If you need an expert in changing money,
especially Africa, I'm your man-- expert.
Yes, the expert.
No, it's not here.
And Mr. Jennings is certain he hasn't got it?
Oh, so he says.
But if it's a silver carving knife, he must have it.
It's just gone in the wrong drawer in the silver pantry.
- It wouldn't have been put in here. - Well, that's what I told him.
How old would you say that Mr. Stockbridge was?
Don't know. About 31, 32.
- Why? - Oh, no reason.
I think I'll turn in. We got an early start.
You can tell Mr. Jennings we haven't got that knife.
Pleasant evening, milady?
Not really, no.
Had Lord Stockbridge on one side boring for Britain,
and Freddie Nesbitt on the other sucking up.
Oh, I'm worn out. Is there any more chocolate in that pot?
I'll go down and make some more, milady.
Lewis?
I was looking for my maid.
She's just gone downstairs.
Can I help?
She's going to fetch me some chocolate, but now I wonder whether I wouldn't prefer milk.
Would that be hot milk or cold?
You decide.
I couldn't say, milady.
Hot then, with something to make it sweet.
You have your hands in your pockets.
- Otherwise, I'll never sleep. - Why?
Do you have trouble sleeping, milady?
I have a feeling I might have trouble tonight.
I'll be wide awake at 1:00 a.m., bored to sobs.
Then we must try and think of something to amuse you.
- Barnes. It's all right. - Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.
No, I knew it. I knew William would try something like this.
- Well, of course he would. Fuck him!
- Short arse. - And fuck this room!
I think you should come with me tomorrow.
I'll just say I need you.
Oh, I got through to the coast tonight.
Finally. Is that clock right?
We got turned down by Una Merkel,
so... Sheehan's pushing for a rewrite.
He thinks the part's too small.
It's a fucking Charlie Chan picture, not a movie about a socialite.
So...
will I see you later?
I don't think I should risk it. Do you?
Good night, sir.
- Henry.
Don't forget those. They'll think you don't care.
Oh. I must've taken the wrong stairs.
You better not be seen up here.
- I'd better go down. - Why?
There's no rush.
Since you're here now, what about a drink?
What are you doing?
No!
Get off me!
Get off--
What?
What's this? What are you doing here?
I came up the wrong staircase. I was just waiting till the coast was clear.
Well, you better go down again before anyone catches you.
Just a minute.
- What? - Nothing.
- Do you want a drink? - Sure.
So what do you make of the place?
Is this a well-run house, would you say?
Do you think Sir William would be good to work for?
No.
How long you been doing this?
- What? - Valeting?
About seven years. I was a footman before that.
And working for Lord Stockbridge-- is that a promotion?
No.
I used to be with the Earl of Flintshire.
Then why did you move?
'Cause I felt like it.
Who's that?
- That's my mother. - Where's she live?
She doesn't. That's why they put me in an orphanage.
That's right. Sorry.
What happened to her?
What do you mean?
I mean, why did she die? Was she young?
Was it in child birth?
You're not very curious, are you?
Yeah, she was young. She worked in a factory.
She had me. A little while later, she died.
End of story.
Then why didn't you say she was a factory worker at dinner?
'Cause I didn't fancy discussing my private life with a table full of strangers.
I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn, mate.
Didn't mean to offend you.
I'm not offended.
And don't call me "mate."
Well, I'll see you later.
I've got a date with a hot glass of milk.
I shouldn't worry about it. It goes with the territory.
Oh, look. It's Mr. Novello.
Just think of him sleeping downstairs.
I'm gonna have to watch you, my girl. I can see that.
Her Ladyship says Mr. Weissman's a Hollywood producer.
He does the Charlie Chan films.
Yeah, I like those. I like a bit of a fright in the cinema.
You could go with his valet. He'd give you a fright.
You'd better keep your eye on him. I think he's a queer one.
He's not from Scotland, for a start.
At least not any part of it that I know.
- What's Mrs. Nesbitt like? - She's all right.
I feel a bit sorry for her, really.
- Of course, it never works. - What never works?
Well, when a man like that marries beneath him,
he hasn't got the brains to carry it off.
I think it's romantic to marry for love.
Love? Not him.
He's a nasty piece of work.
The Honorable Freddie Nesbitt.
That's a laugh.
No, it was her father's money he was after.
It was less than he thought, and now it's all spent,
all he's got to show for it is a wife he's ashamed of.
And he's lost his job.
Wants Miss Isobel to put in a word with Sir William.
What's the matter?
I never washed that shirt!
Oh, she's gonna kill me.
Do you think I could do it now?
- Do you want me to go with you? - No.
I'll be all right.
What are you doing down here?
I'm supposed to wash Lady Trentham's shirt for tomorrow.
There's a sink in the ironing room.
Is someone in there?
What are you doing here?
I just had to rinse this shirt out.
Should've knocked, shouldn't you?
Miss Trentham?
I was just washing a shirt of Her Ladyship's.
I hope you found everything you required.
Does she have to have marmalade?
Only Dorothy made too little of it last January, and we've run out of the home made.
I don't suppose she'd care for strawberry jam instead?
- No, I thought not.
Oh, I was rather hoping for a word with Mrs. Wilson.
Mrs. Wilson, will you tell Jennings...
that we'll have the soup after the fourth drive tomorrow.
And-And tell Mrs. Croft to make sure it's hot.
It's been cold the last few weeks. And more pepper in it.
Is that you?
Were you expecting someone else?
Seven hundred day today?
Well, lads, don't coach your guns,
even if they can't hit a barn door.
- Don't tell them where they're missing unless they ask. - Lovely day.
- Jennings. - I hope it holds for you, sir.
- Enjoy the shoot. - Can a pheasant ever be dangerous?
- Dangerous? - Do I have to worry about it attacking?
- Good morning, sir. - Right, draw your pegs.
- I'm gonna be cheering him on. - Draw your pegs.
Here we are.
- Morning, Jennings. - Are you shooting today, sir?
- I never shoot. - Oh.
You see, I'm-I'm starving.
Where have you been?
Sorry.
Oh, they always send up a good breakfast here.
I'll say that for Sylvia.
She's not at all mean in that way.
Oh, dear. Bought marmalade.
Dear me, I call that very feeble.
Well, I suppose one can't have everything.
Mary, I don't think I'll wear that shirt after all.
The other one's warmer. That's all I care about.
Ooh, yummy.
Yummy, yummy, yummy.
What do you mean, you're going shooting?
Mr. Weissman wants me to accompany him. Nothing wrong in that.
But what for? You're not loading. He hasn't got a gun.
- He might need something. - What could he need?
Yeah, we know the very idea of service is offensive to you, George.
But there's no need to take it out on the rest of us.
Please forgive our ill manners, Mr. Weissman.
I think he's got something to hide, that one.
We all have something to hide, Mr. Meredith.
Would you like to get changed now, miss?
- He won't do it. - Who won't do what?
My father. He won't give Freddie a job.
I spoke to him last night, and he said he'd think about it.
But this morning, he says it isn't up to him, when, of course, it is.
- Why not? - I don't know.
Something to do with why Freddie was sacked.
But I can't get a straight answer out of either of them.
Well, you've done your best. Mr. Nesbitt can't ask for more than that now, can he?
But he can, much more!
He says he's going to tell him.
- Do you think he will?
I don't know. He says Daddy will give him a job to keep him quiet.
Will you say something?
To Mr. Nesbitt?
To Daddy.
Really, miss, why do you think I can make a difference?
Will you?
I think you should wear your warm underwear today.
Nearly.
- That's mine.
Oh, God! It's on its way.
Damn! Bloody gun's no good.
I told you not to bring this one.
- Blast.
I think I pricked that one. I-I'm pretty sure I pricked it.
Bugger!
Ohh! Oh!
Blast it!
- Oh, damn!
- Are you alright, sir? - No, I'm not!
God, where the bloody hell did that come from?
- It's nicked you, sir. - It's nicked me.
- What cretin did that? - I don't know, sir.
Find Strutt. Ask him if he knows who's responsible.
And if he knows, tell him to send the gun back to the bloody house.
Everybody knows the desperate situation we're in, but nobody seems to care.
Oh, there you are. Did you find one?
- Well? - Don't look at me.
If I so much as open my mouth on the subject, it'll make things worse.
- I've already tried. - Jennings says the car's ready.
Oh, goody. I'm starving. I do love--
- What are you wearing? - Why? Don't you like it?
- You bought it. - Did I?
Oh, how extraordinary of me.
Come on. Better get going.
- Where's that wretched Mabel? - Has anyone checked her outfit?
She's probably in black velvet with a feather in her hair.
She's in the morning room looking perfectly normal.
- Don't be such a snob, Aunt Constance. - Me?
I haven't a snobbish bone in my body.
Oh, Mr. Meredith.
- Is Mr. Stockbridge in? - Search me.
Oh. Mr. Stockbridge.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
I was just making my routine inspection.
So, uh, how are you settling in with Lord Stockbridge?
I'm sorry?
How are you settling in with Lord Stockbridge?
I know that you haven't been with him for long.
Not long, no.
I'm afraid smoking isn't allowed up here.
I hope you're finding everything to make His Lordship's stay more comfortable.
I hope we haven't forgotten anything.
I can't believe you forget much, Mrs. Wilson.
No.
Not much.
Well, I'll leave you to your book.
You know-- Bang! Whoof!.
You should be more selective about the people you invite.
Well, I've got a good appetite.
Yes.
It's very muddy, so watch where you step.
Terribly muddy here. Do watch.
Do you see what I'm saying? I've been noticing it.
Doesn't this look lovely? They really have done well.
Now do go in and have a drink.
I can tell you, Raymond, it's a bloody awful thing to have happened.
- Oh, God, Louisa. - Oh! Oh, I say.
Two inches to my right I'd have been dead. I've just been shot.
- What? - Yes, that's right.
Oh, yes, please.
- What happened to your ear? - Some idiot shot me.
- I was a terrible shot. - Did you have fun?
- I don't think you realize how serious this is. - Of course I do.
Why can't you get your sisters to help?
Darling, do you think I haven't tried? You know what they're like.
Well, I know they couldn't care less if we go under.
Why should they care, as long as their dressmakers are busy and their dinners are on time?
- Wait a minute. There's a queue here. - Shh. Shh.
Ohh!
Shut the door, for heaven's sake.
Don't worry. It's only Lewis and Dorothy.
If any of the men get found up here, they get sacked on the spot.
Worse luck.
So don't tell me, you're a convent girl.
Or is that Presbyterian modesty?
- Is the water hot? - Not really.
No, it won't be till the guns get back.
I'd better get in yours.
Her Ladyship says that Sir William loves his shooting.
Yeah, he does. Can't hit a barn door, but he does love it.
It's quite sweet, really.
- Elsie. - Yeah?
Last night--
What?
No, I shouldn't say.
Yes, you should. What?
Well,
when I went down to wash that shirt,
I think I saw him in the ironing room.
He was with one of the kitchen maids.
- No, that wouldn't have been him. - I think it was.
He came down the passage a minute later,
and I don't see how--
No, it wasn't him.
You weren't serious last night, were you?
I'm afraid I was, old boy.
I was going to tell you next week, but since you mentioned it--
I don't think you've grasped quite what it'll do to the whole project,
and in particular what it'll do to me.
- It can't be as black as all that, can it? - Yes, it bloody well is.
I'm sorry to hear that, but business is business.
- I'm not a charity commissioner, you know. - William, I'm begging you.
Damn it!
Oh, dear.
- I'll clear that up. - I'm sorry.
Arthur, go and get a bucket.
- Have you a cloth? - Under the table.
Seems very nervous.
We'll have that cleaned for you at the house.
- I do like gathering nuts in May - Terrified the life out of me.
- I borrowed it from Lewis. - If you've a dimple it's very simple
- All you need is a smile that's sweet and shy - Shot, frightened to death.
And sort of a twinkle in your eye
Here I come gathering nuts in May
When I detect 'em I soon collect 'em
- I think it's left me deaf. - They stand around me simply waiting to be picked
You know how you said Sir William could've had his pick...
between Lady Sylvia and Lady Stockbridge?
- Aye. - Well, I asked Her Ladyship about it.
She said they cut cards for him.
- No! - I know.
I can't believe it either.
Do you suppose it was a joke?
Well, I wouldn't be too sure.
You know what I heard?
Oh, just listen to me.
- What? - Why do we spend our lives living through them?
I mean, look at poor old Lewis.
If her own mother had a heart attack,
she'd think it was less important than one of Lady Sylvia's farts.
You must know. You can't fool me.
If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion.
Except with my own secrets, of course.
Well, I don't know much, milady,
but apparently he was counting on Sir William for an investment...
and had guaranteed his interest, whatever that means.
Anyway, Mr. Barnes, the commander's valet,
he said he wanted to leave at once,
but Lady Lavinia's persuaded him to stay until tomorrow to make less of a thing of it.
- Oh, thank heavens.
Lewis told me you were wearing white.
White? She must be mad. I never wear white.
I thought it was a little odd.
By the way, for God's sake, don't rub him up tonight.
- I don't know what you mean. - You know exactly what I mean.
He's in a filthy mood with everyone.
He's talking about stopping your allowance.
But it's for life. That was settled. He can't do that.
Just you watch him. He's absolutely spoiling for a fight.
So if you'll take my advice, you won't give him one.
Now, that you can be discreet about.
Thank you.
Goodness, isn't it pretty here?
The house has such lovely position.
The best view's from the old water tower.
You might well walk up there tomorrow.
Do you really have to go back to London?
I am afraid so, Raymond.
When you're ruined, there's so much to do.
Yes, there is, isn't there?
Moan, moan, moan.
Would anybody care for a game of bridge after dinner?
Oh, yes, I wouldn't mind.
Who else? Louisa, how about you?
Oh, I don't think so. I've rather gone off cards.
I've never been very lucky with them.
Me too.
Mr. Weissman, tell us about the film you're going to make.
Oh, sure. It's called Charlie Chan in London. It's a detective story.
- Set in London? - Well, not really.
Most of it takes place at a shooting party in a country house,
sort of like this one, actually.
A murder in the middle of the night. A lot of guests for the weekend.
Everyone's a suspect. That sort of thing.
How horrid.
And who turns out to have done it?
I couldn't tell you that. It would spoil it for you.
- Oh, but none of us will see it.
Are you thinking of making it here, Mr. Weissman?
Uh, no, we're going to shoot it in Hollywood, on the back lot.
But since I was in England, I thought I would do a little research on country living...
and Ivor was kind enough to arrange it for me.
Mmm, no. William arranged it for you.
- Are you interested in films, sir? - Not likely.
Why shouldn't I be interested in films?
You don't know what I'm interested in.
Well, I know you're interested in money and fiddling with your guns,
but when it comes to anything else, I'm stumped.
That is not fair. Bill is--
Elsie.
Elsie, what's--
It's not as if I didn't know.
- So we can all play bridge.
- All playing? - Who's going to play bridge? Are they going to play?
Where's Rupert?
- Rupert! - Coming.
- I heard Lady Sylvia spoke out of turn. - You didn't actually see?