[ While the Bellamys are in Scotland, Downstairs receives two visitors ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Idle chatter ]
[ All ] Hello, Sarah.
[ Sarah ] I worked on that chandelier.
[ Rose ] I'll be up later and have a look. I hope you haven't cracked anything.
[ Mixed conversation ]
[ Alfred ] We'll have a go with this one.
Venetian glass.
It was Mr. Hudson what stopped Peggy's wages.
Not Lady Marjorie.
Mr. Hudson's very queer about breakages.
(So if he was there for my girl.)
[ Enid ] I heard Mr. Becker couldn't get loose, could he?
[ Henry ] Ha, ha, he'd done most of the breaking, himself.
- Up to his (emportees).
[ R ] He can't leave it alone. You know what some butlers are.
[ S ] Lady Marjorie wouldn't stand for it, would she, Rose?
[ En ] Well, be that as it may. We're quite happy.
- Glass of gin, Sarah?
- Aye?
- It's all right. Enid brings it with her.
- Ohhh.
- Here, don't be (optimistic).
Captain Graham's too busy turning the blind eye.
To everything mostly. Particularly Mrs. Graham.
[ R ] Oh, Mr. Bellamy's ever so strict unless he don't miss a thing.
[ H ] Oh, it's a pity.
[ En ] You're not very fashionable, you people.
[ R ] Oh, yes, but Lady Marjorie is hardly Mrs. Graham, is she?
- I mean, Lady Marjorie don't need to be fashionable.
[ En ] Maybe not, Rose.
But, then it wasn't Mrs. Graham got made the laughing stock
'o London, was it?
- Meaning exactly?
- You know, my dear Rose.
Our friend the society painter made a right monkey out 'o your
- Lady Marjorie. - Oh, it would take a great
- deal more than something so... trivial to upset Lady Marjorie.
- Huh.
This is a respectable household.
How frightfully dull for you, my poor girls. [ Laughter ]
Aw, we forgot, Enid, this is the household that keeps their old bones
and sends the bottles back.
A rag and bone man don't call here, Henry.
- Well, what do you do, Enid?
What do we do?
- I have to think how I come by this.
- Where'd we go?
- Whether thy sins nor thy evil doings be made known to the children
- of God in their innocence.
- All right, Alfred. You know nothing like that goes on
in this household Thank you very much.
I'd thank you put thine own house in order.
Our Mrs. Bridges isn't above losing the odd bit
of larder or a chicken now and then is she, Sarah?
[ R ] That'll be quite enough, thank you, Alfred.
[ R to En ] Well, go on. Happy days.
[ H ] Our job of gin, Enid?
[ En ] This is a respectable household, Henry.
- Oh, yeah.
- They've got (worriges to be got).
- By the way, once, we did hear that Lady Marjorie's appearance
-at a certain ball wasn't all that it should have been.
- What are you talking about?
[ En ] At the house.
- Where that dress had been seen before.
[ R ] Never.
She never wears a ball gown twice.
It was a new dress. I saw it arrive.
From Paris.
That's right. Paris.
[ S ] In France.
- Patrick’s?
- Mrs. Graham's came from Patrick’s.
- [R ] Oh, where's that? - [ H ] Toulouse.
- Where's that.
- Just a French designer. That's where that is.
You know, Rose, Bequin.
- Oh, yes, it all comes back to me now.
[ En ] Well, so.
[ S ] It was a beautiful dress, and has a lovely train.
- It wasn't so long as Mrs. Graham's.
- Now, that was a train.
It was the ever so long. We all saw it.
It was the most beautiful dress wasn't it, Emily?
[ Emily ] I've never seen a dress like it.
[ H ] Well, I don't suppose you saw a pair of shoes
- till you come over here. - Or a pair of galoshes.
[ All laugh at Emily's expense ]
[ En ] Mrs. Graham's train was so long
- as she came down the stairs, it just covered all the stairs,
- didn't it Henry?
- Yeah, was really long.
Oh, yes, well Lady Marjorie, as she just stood in the hall,
Roberts, her personal maid, was still picking it up in the boudoir.
[ En ] Oh, yes, I'm sure.
[ R ] I can show it to you, if you don't believe me.
If you've eyes big enough to take it in.
- Lead on!
- Well, then.
All right.
[ All ] Ho, ho, hooo.
- I'll go in the lead.
[ H to Em ] Ah, she wants to stay here and tell her beads.
[ En ] Aw, come on.
[ S ] I shall lead the way.
[ H ] Hey, where's the lavatory?
[ R ] It's in the area.
[ H ] ...an older man. Don't you know that?
[ H ] We can't have that in the boudoir, can I?
[ Door opens and closes ]
[ Hesitant entrance into the Upstairs ]
[ Alfred growls ] - Shhh.
I don't know what we're standing around for.
It's not going to bite us.
- Empty houses. Whoo.
- Yes, but it's not gonna bite.
- Our hall is twice the size of this one.
- I thought it might be.
[ S ] Ladies and gentlemen: This is poor little me. [ Laughter ]
Aye, didn't we meet at one of Mrs. Keppel's bridge evenings?
- Certainly, didn't you know, I was the one getting pickled
- in the smoking room.
- Oh, what a grand slam I had that night.
- Oh, that's what His Majesty's calling it these days. [ Laughter ]
- Do not stand there, girl. Go downstairs and tell Hudson
- to bring up the champagne.
- Oh, (High Haute Course) serving the food, (pre-kept).
- It's all arranged.
- (You get the shatter ball, now didn't you know!)
- (He's on fire!)
[ Laughing, then loud knocking ]
[ S ] Blimey.
[ En ] What we gonna' do?
[ S ] Quick.
- What?
- I don't know, but quick.
- But, he can't hear through walls, you know.
- Everybody get belowstairs.
- And, Alfred, the door. Get me the...
[ Opens door ]
- Good evening to you. [ Alfred squelches laugh ]
Good evening, uh, police constable Halp, sir.
- Blimey, it's the law.
- Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
[ Outside ] Now, then... [ Alfred squelches laugh ]
- And what can I do for you, Constable?
Well, I've had certain funny reports of servants doing what they should
not ought to have been doing.
Oh, not here, Constable, surely.
Well, I'm afraid so, sir.
- Servants have been seen, when they should not ought to have.
- Perhaps you'd better come inside, Constable,
- and we can discuss the matter further.
[ Henry sniggers; Rose squelches a laugh ]
[ Everybody laughs and scolds]
- Tell me more about this famous gown, Rose. Or have you
- had second thoughts?
- Of course I haven't. Come on.
[ H ] Were you really scared?
[ S ] No, it takes more than that to scare me.
[ A ] Ah, but it's early days, isn't it Henry?
- Oh, that's right, Alfred. Who knows what we might
- get up to. I mean...
- We could get up to all sorts of things.
- Come here, Millie! [ Laughter ]
- Rose says, if they knew we're coming on...
- Ah, you mind your own business, Miss High and Mighty.
- Off we go. Play a little (gull) game.
- You guys want to play. We need four or (nimay).
- We gentlemen have more important matters to attend to.
- Isn't that right, your grace?
- Ah, well, absolutely, my dear chap. That'll be all, thank you.
- A little game of cricket, my lad?
- Ah, cricket... - Alfred, watch it.
Remember what happened last time.
- Well, what did happen last time?
- Nothing, but, just be careful, that's all.
[ Laughter ]
- One wicket. - I'll bring it
- Over here. - Where's the balls?
- Over there.
- Right. We have it.
- One ball. One bat.
- And all that middle and leg (offing).
- [ Cricket game jargon ]
- Right!
[ R ] Hope the blind's drawn.
[ R ] Don't want that opera site spying on us.
[ S ] Of course it's drawn.
[ S ] I'll light the lights. [ R ] Right.
[ R ] I think I'll lock the door.
[ S ] Don't go on.
[ S ] It's the way we're sure of having enough. [ Door slams shut ]
[ S ] Who do you think's gonna come in here?
[ R ] Mr. Hudson, all the way from (the Isle of Lewis), he might
[ R ] to find out if you is doing.
[ R ] Oh, see there, Enid, at what I find.
[ En ] Oh, yes, now that... that's not bad.
[ En ] That, no, it's not bad at all.
[ S ] Lady Marjorie has exquisite taste.
[ En ] Exquisite taste. What do you know about it?
[ En ] You're never gonna wear dresses like this, my girl.
[ S ] If you'll wish hard enough.
[ R ] D'you know that kind of really suits you,
[ R ] Sarah. [ S ] Oh, thank you Rose.
[ S ] I shall have lots of dresses in this color...
[ En ] And this material, all so right and for this famous dress.
[ R ] Give us a hand, Sarah. [ S ] Like mine.
[ R ] See the train.
[ S ] All that hand-stitched clothes?
[ R ] There.
[ S ] Are you loving it?
No. No, I don't think much of that.
[ En ] No, there's not a patch... [ R ] Not a patch!
Now, Mrs. Graham's was really was something.
Yes, I can well imagine.
But you see, Enid, what you don't understand is
the beauty of a ball gown lies in the subtlety of its cut in.
- Isn't that so, Sarah? - Yes, that's right, Rose.
- It is in the subtlety of the cut in. - Oh, yes.
- You see, Enid, a dress like this has to be seen on to be appreciated.
- It's the only way to judge.
[ En ] Well, put it on, then.
- Are you mad?
- I've heard it fits very clutching.
- Yeah, but it wouldn't fit me, would it?
- Anyway, I couldn't do it justice. Not with my hair like this.
- Now, well, it'll be nice if I can tell the others
- I've, uh, seen it and everything.
[ S ] All right.
[ En ] Ooh laa. [ S ] Come on in. [ En ] [ Clapping ] Good job.
[ En ] Sarah! [ Laughing ]
- All right, I'll get a (hoop) around the clothes.
- Oh, don't you think we should, Rose?
- Yeah, In for a penny, [ in for a pound ].
- [ Clap ] I like it now, Do you?
- Here, you take that.
- When I was little we used to go to see me uncle in the country.
- And he had this great big box full of old clothes and everything.
- Lovely.
- Oh, that's pretty. I like that.
- [ Claps shoes; claps hands ]
[ S ] Ohhhh. Dress me!
[ Both bowing ] - With pleasure, lady. - Yes, ma'am.
Agh!
[ Click; snap ]
And it's (called for a sikrah into the bouveier).
And there's a century for (Ranjitsenji).
- (Cawvender.) [ Click, click ]
- And England did clear for 542 phenom wickets.
- Uh, hm. - (Be that)?
- Tea in the mall. - Gin in the mall?
- Back to the pavilion. - (Glad to....) - Where the gin is.
- After you, Dr. Grace.
- Oh.
- Um.
- [ Enid laughs ]
- [ Emily drinks gin ]
- [ Commotion in the hall ]
[ Noisy entrance ]
- Ah, ah, ah, ahhh.
- Aw, she took the hard stuff it seems.
- [ Laughing ] Well, it's not for little girls.
- Especially not little (tabbies).
- What I do was only a drop left
- Oh, well. - Gawd, give it to her, Andy.
- Put a bit of a spark into her.
- [ Henry laughs ] - I never touched it before.
- Doesn't it make you feel all funny?
[ H ] Ah, at's right, a little bit (dairy) now?
- What's going on upstairs?
- Well, me and Alfred, here, was having a game of cricket
- in the front hall.
D'you want to come up and play with us?
Oh, I know the angle of playing cards.
Oh, well, then we'll have to play down here, won't we?
Oh, what sort of game?
Uh, guess your weight.
You know, like they play in the fair grounds?
How much you weigh?
Um, not much.
I'm very frail.
We'll soon see. [ Laughing ]
[ Henry laughs; Emily screams ]
Oh, You're frightening me. I'm afraid.
[ Teasing continues ]
- Stop it. - Oh, you're nice when you're heavy.
- He doesn't want to if you want to stop.
- Now, let me go, will ya? Go away and leave me alone!
- Stop touching me!
- Player. Turn bat.
- Australia for the four. Seven stone.
- Oh, never you mind! [ Henry laughs ]
[ Rowdies depart noisily; Emily gulps gin ]
Cough.
[ Giggles ]
- Hm, hm.
Don't just stand there, girl. Fetch me my fan, and tell Hudson
I'm ready to receive.
[ Giggles and laughs ]
- Here you are, sir. - Oh, yeah.
- And your coat. - A general.
- My dear Mrs. Graham, cross your arm, uh,
- we'll have carriages for our post tour, please. - Yeah, certainly.
[ Laughs and growls ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Howls of laughter behind the door ]
- There you are. - At the coronation I'll have you know.
- That is so, my dear friend. Don't get too excited with unions,
- the marchioness was heard to call out for pair of four-snaps.
- Four-snaps. - For that comb?
[ Indistinct ]
It least transpired that the poor old dear had dropped
her tiaras on the path.
[ Howls of laughter ]
- Oh, tiaras dressed in droves and droves.
- This the very last time you can ask of me, Mr. Bellamy.
- She's at slump. She had 'em all over the parish and rock.
- We'll have the pleasure of seeing you at the races...next week.
- I'm afraid not.
- I'm going up to Scotland to shoot pheasants.
- They go to Scotland to shoot grouse.
- Well, I'm going to Scotland to shoot peasants.
[ Kiss ]
- It is the latest thing, don't you know.
- Ah, ha, haa.
- Some tingets.
- Mr. Bellamy, - Yeouw.
tell Hudson we're clean out of gin.
- Play ice in it.
- Put ice in it. - Aw, no.
- Ring the bell.
- Ding-dong!
[ Laughter ]
- Hey! The boister on the Thursday keeps...
[ Upstairs bell rings Downstairs ]
[ Emily ignores it; door closes ]
- Oh, I thought you'd heard, Mrs. Graham's cook iron's died.
- Oh, my dear, at Ascot this year, don't you know, the thing come off
- and then he said, "Phew off," and couldn't do a blooming thing else.
[ Henry laughs ]
- ...he's gone.
- Well, I don't.
- Where there's a Graham.
- ...all the servants can have whatever you want.
- We can put him again, Mr. ...
- I'm sorry.
[ Random shouting ]
[ Boisterous partying ]
[ Drunken revelry ]
[ Door opens; James Bellamy enters ]
- You rang, my lady?
You rang, my lady?
Perhaps, you'll be requiring something more to drink.
[ Door closes ]
- Who was that?
- Mr. James.
- Of Lt. James Rupert Bellamy of the Life Guards.
- Bleeding son and heir, that's all.
- Come on.
- He's locked it!
- Ruddy 'nuff.
- Alfie, try it again. - He's got the keys, I expect.
What we gonna do?
- What we doin' back here? What are we gonna do?
- I've said that being in.
- We're all gonna sack!
- I've said that being in!
- Sarah, what we gonna do?
What are we going to do?
Wait.
We shall just have to wait, that's all.
[ James unlocks and opens the door ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Alfred squelches giggle ]
Something amusing you, sir?
No, sir, I just got this cough.
Hudson, if you please.
After all, you rang for Hudson.
- Champagne, my lady? - No.
No, thank you, Hudson.
- Very good, my lady.
- Nothing like Champagne to make the party go, we always say.
I'm, uh... not altogether sure of the names of all of your ladyship's guests.
- My guests?
- These are your guests.
- Ah,... that is Lady Alderton.
- That's Mrs. Graham.
- Behind me is Captain Albelow, Mrs. Graham's friend.
- And Alfred's Mr. Bellamy.
- [ Meekly ] How d'you.
Lady Alderton.
Oh, uh, no thank you, I don't.
[ Firmly ] Lady Alderton.
- Mrs. Graham. - Ah, goodness me, just look at the time.
- We really must be going, Henry.
Must you, madame?
I was just thinking what a nice, select little party this is.
Lucky that more people don't know about it.
- More people?
If word got out about what's been...No.
- Champagne.
- Captain Albelow?
- Sir?
[ Snap ]
- Madame.
I should greatly prefer to be offered champagne
before my husband, Hudson.
Begging you ladyship's pardon.
How very remiss of me.
I shall speak to you later.
Very good, my lady.
- Music.
[ Music starts ]
Gulp.
- Lady Alderton.
Uh, no thank you, sir.
- No, thank you, Hudson.
No, thank you, Hudson.
Yes, please, Hudson.
- It's a party, and we drink at parties, don't we?
[ Rose gulps ]
- So glad to see you're enjoying yourselves.
[ Loud ] I shall tell you when I require more, Hudson.
- Mr. Bellamy won't say "no."
- Mr. Bellamy enjoys his champagne.
- On top of gin.
- On top of everything?
- Everything is...tops.
[ Music plays on ]
There!
What a charming party.
And there are plenty of bottles to go.
[ Time passes; music is playing ]
[ Quiet, drunken remarks ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
- Get up, Rose.
- Too, late for that.
Henry, we've got Enid up enough so we can take her home,
now, come on, quick.
- I feel sick.
- Never mind, you're gonna be sicker here now get up.
- Come on, you all.
- Red wine...
- What are you talking about? I'm finished.
- Rose, take another quick tour up and down the area.
- Come on, after you.
- Hurry up, Rose. Not now.
- Come on now, Alfie.
- Aw, free or not we'll use...
- Alf, please don't stay here. - No, no.
- Now, come on we each gonna...
- I'll take her. - No, you're not gather...
- Shhh. - Are we gonna make it?
- Take 'em out the front door, and take 'em down the steps, Rose.
- Shhh.
- I'm not gonna make it.
- Come on. You're all so slow.
- Rise up.
- On the steps!
[ Door slams ]
[ Sounds of drunken voices outside ]
[ Door opens; James enters ]
Oh, oh, you can't come in here.
The par--The party's over, Hudson.
Ah,...not Hudson anymore.
Mr. Bellamy's here.
[ Laughs ] Your friends are gonna feel a bit rough in the morning, aren't they?
Make a nice story for your friends, won't it, sir?
Ah, serve you all damn well right.
Gallivanting all over the house.
There...a perfect end to a perfect evening.
I don't think.
[ Gulps and sighs ]
[ Sighs ] A stupid girl!
Yes, sir.
Not you.
Ohhh, someone let you down, sir?
Yes, someone let me down.
What a shame, sir.
Damn it all. It was all arranged.
Had arranged it all.
What happened then, sir? Go off with another chap, did she?
[ Nodded ] That cad Brenner.
One of my best friends.
Hm, last time I tell him anything.
And she was a absolute corker, Sarah..
- Are you an absolute corker?
- Would you have liked to be taken to the Savoy, Sarah?
To have danced all night?
To have been given expensive perfume?
Hmm.
What a delightful little waist.
[ Sarah signs ]
Would you have liked to wear?
Take those clothes off.
- All of them.
- And put your own clothes on.
[ Door opens; door closes ]
Ha, ha.
Is that what you wear?
[ Laughs ]
Go on.
Can I have my dress, please?
Please.
Uah! [ Jerks and tears ]
[ Sobbing ] Ohh, youuu!
- Terribly sorry. - Oh.
I really am...sorry.
I didn't know what I was doing.
How can I make it up to you?
You can't make it up. [ Sobbing ]
People like you can't make it up to people like me.
I'm terribly sorry, I...just didn't think.
No, of course you didn't THINK.
You don't have to think with us, do you?
We don't feel.
- Sorry.
- Not thinking again.
Here.
- Put this on.
It's not mine.
- You can't sit there like that.
It's what you wanted, isn't it?
[ Loud ] It's not mine!
For God's sake, it doesn't matter!
Take it.
Keep it.
- Sure that is... - Thank you very much.
I'll wear it the next time the king calls on me.
Huh, huh.
I don't know what to say.
No.
Nothing I can do?
[ Softly ] No.
You could say nothing about our galivantings.
Galivantings?
About what you thought when you came in.
Hmm.
You see we're gonna lose our jobs.
And you know what getting jobs is like.
- Bad, is it? - It is bad.
Then I won't say a word.
Oh...
Thank you, sir.
I wasn't going to, anyway.
You weren't?
No.
I was just avenging myself on all of you for my rotten evening.
Taking it out on you.
- Yes.
Not being much of an evening all around, is it Sarah?
I don't suppose it has really, sir.
It was a lovely dress.
You'd like a lovely dress?
Yes.
Then you shall have one.
No.
- Why not? - No.
- No favors asked. - No, thank you sir!
I'll get one my own way.
Why won't you let me make it up to you?
You have, now, if you'll pardon me, sir.
Listen, why won't you let me buy you a dress?
A dress and clothes and...nice things.
What am I gonna do with nice things?
But I will have them one day.
Huh.
You're not happy with your lot.
No.
Are you?
- What do you want? - Huh, huh.
What should I want?
I want for nothing.
Then you ought to have been a soldier.
Begging your pardon, sir.
I'm happy doing what is expected of me.
Then you are happy.
I don't see what any damn business it is of yours.
Nobody ever asked what I wanted.
No.
They never do, do they?
You get shoved into things.
Just so long as I can fob you off with any old thing.
- That's right. - It's not right.
Hmm, you shouldn't think so much.
It's wrong for people like us to question things.
People like us.
Must remember what we've been taught.
Everything has it's place.
It depends on where your place is.
Yes.
You know,...sometimes I think we might muck it all up.
A thinking officer is cannon fodder.
- I shouldn't have come home this evening, you know.
- That's what Hudson says.
- Huh?
- About thinking.
- Damn houses.
- To hell with the regiment.
To hell with everything.
Vive la république!
- [ Sarah ] Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Come on. My room.
[ Sound of glass breaking ]
[ Sigh ]
[ Opens door ]
What the hell was that?
[ Closes door ]
[ Sound of sweeping glass ] - I cut meself.
- Ah, I just thought I'd get the place cleaned up a lit...
Damn fool. Should have waited 'till you're sober.
- Just trying to get it cleaned up... - You're bloody useless.
Get to you bed, man.
- Just trying... - Go on. Get out!
[ Alfred leaves ]
[ Kicks dust pan ]
[ Door closes ]
Go and get a dust pan and brush... and a mop
and clear up that mess.
[ Door closes ]
Ugh, no...No, it's hard to scotch the spots on it.
- No, tsk.
Picking up the pieces?
[ Alfred drinks noisily ]
You're balmy. You don't know what you're doing.
Maybe.
Here.
- I'm not staying here. Not after last night.
- Ha. He won't say anything.
- I couldn't care if he did.
- Well, you must be balmy.
- Maybe.
- But there won't be need to know. Not where I'm going.
- Oh, where might that be?
- Where can you go? Why don't you want your shoes?
- My cousin's.
- I'm gonna stay with my cousin in Ilford.
- Oh, I didn't know you had a cousin in Ilford.
- Why should you? You don't own me.
- D'you want your shoes back or not, Rose?
- You'll be needing them in your next job.
Rose, whatever happens. I'm not gonna get a job
like this again ever.
I don't care how hard I have to work, I'm not going to spend my whole,
ruddy life rotting away in an attic,
- wearing stupid second-hand clothes.
- Well, you don't have to go now, do you?
- I do, Rose.
Oh, how much money have you got, for instance
and where are you gonna go?
I've got 31 shillings, exactly,
and I am going to stay with my cousin in Ilford.
[ Loud ] I've told you!
You don't know what it's like out there.
This is the only way to security you've ever known.
- You can't expect to waltz out of here with no money,
- no references, no proper ones anyway,
- and expect to get another situation, just like that.
- We'll see.
- Oh, we'll see, all right.
- I mean, look at Kate.
- She used to go with guardsman in the park.
- Caught the scarlet fever and out she went.
- She used to say to me, "Don't worry about me, Rose.
- "I'll look out for myself. I'll be all right."
- The baby died, and now she's on the streets,
- looking after herself.
- I'm not expecting, Rose.
- Ruddy days.
- Besides there aren't many jobs outside for people like us.
- That's all you know. I could learn to type.
- I could work in an office.
- There's no future in that.
- There's no security in jobs like that.
- Rose, how can I make you understand?
- I'm not interested in jobs.
- I'm interested in something happening.
- Like this.
- Well, like what?
- This story in the magazine.
- I read it all my myself except for a couple of
- difficult parts I couldn't manage.
- There's this girl, and she works in a tea shop.
- She's no one special.
And everyday this man comes in and sits all by himself
reading, and he never says a word to her.
But, one day, she gets this parcel through the post,
and it's this beautiful necklace, no bracelet,
and an invitation to have tea with him.
Well, they have the tea right there where she works,
and the lady who owns the shop was very angry,
and she gives her the sack there and then.
But, it doesn't matter, you see, because he has already asked
her to marry him.
Now they get married, and they go away,
and they live in this beautiful house
with lots of beautiful horses and great big dogs.
And it all happened, Rose. It's in there!
It didn't happen, Sarah.
That's fiction, not facts, don't you know the difference?
Things like that don't happen.
I was painted by a famous artist.
That happened. That's not fiction.
These magazines, these stories, they were invented for people like us!
And the men inside them, you'd never meet men like that.
The kind of man you'd meet would only be after one thing.
He wouldn't want to take care of you.
Love you properly.
You've got some very odd ideas about men, Rose.
Anyway.
But, you've got too much imagination.
[ Loud ] I can imagine the kind of life we're living here.
Living everything through them, like we was vegetables, had no feelings.
Helping them put on their clothes. Admiring their finery. Wearing their...
stupid second-hand clothes.
[ Loud ] Well, I don't want a second-hand life, Rose!
I want a life of my own.
And I don't want a life like he had, either.
- Oh, what sort of life?
My father.
He won this for me at the fair.
There's only two things I remember about my father.
That day at the fair,...and the days we used to go down
to the hospital with him.
What was the matter with him?
Nothing was the matter with him, except we were starving.
There was no work so we starved.
So all the men used to go down and hang around outside the hospital,
waiting for the bits left over from the patients food.
I used to go with me dad, sometimes.
Sometimes all the kids did.
Then, this orderly would come out with a great big plate
all piled high with a great mess of scraps.
All left over from those... patients...meals.
We'd all rush forward and dig about for the best bits.
All them leftovers, Rose, from what all them diseased people had been eating.
And you want to take your chance against that?
In the hope of meeting some nobleman in a tea shop.
He won that for me at the shooting gallery.
Five bullseyes.
And coming home on the tram, he turned to me right out of the blue
and he said, "There's a way 'round most things, Darling,
"and there's a lot more to life than they let on."
That's what my father said.
And I believe him.
Look, 'cause Mr. James Bellamy made love to you don't mean
that the doors of society are bloody-well going to be flung open to you,
I mean who would look at you twice. Look at yourself.
James Bellamy thinks a lot of me. James Bellamy looked at me.
Oh, enough to make a fool of you.
He thinks a lot of me.
Oh? Then why are you leaving?
Because he suggested I should.
Oh, I don't believe it.
You can believe what you like.
I just don't believe it.
He's going to set me up in a little place of my own, Rose.
I'm not really going to my cousin's.
He's gonna leave the army, and he's gonna become a writer.
And then we gonna get married, and for our honeymoon
we're gonna go to... Beau de Guerre.
Then we're gonna come back here and live.
And you can be my lady's maid, Rose.
So you can still look after me.
And you believe all that?
No.
But you do.
I wouldn't look twice at him.
He doesn't know what he wants.
I don't know anything.
Put that back in Lady Marjorie's wardrobe, will you?
Did he make love to you?
- That's all fiction.
Did he make love to you?
(There's not a bone in any, Rose.)
I mean, that's got nothing to do with it.
- Can I have my magazine, please?
- What did you do that for, Rose?
- You know how much they meant to me.
- Can you piece them together again?
- I should think so.
Look, don't go.
- Stay and have a cup of tea. - No...
But I'll make it, and then we can have a talk.
No, I've got to go, Rose.
Please stay, Sarah.
See, I donno what I'd do if you go.
You're all I've got.
All I've got anywhere.
- [ Whining ] Rose!
- I've got to go.
- So you'll just have to get on.
[ Rose sighs ]
[ Door opens and closes ]
[ Sobbing ]
Sarah!
- Where are you going, Sarah. - Out!
Through the front door. The way I almost came in.
Mr. Bellamy.
[ Shouting ] Mr. Bellamy!
(Leave lana too bleak.)
[ Door opens and closes ]