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[ indistinct conversations]
- Hello, Sarah. - Finished upstairs, Sarah?
Yes. And I've done that chandelier.
I'll be up later to have a look.
Hope you haven't cracked anything.
- No, I was ever so careful. - Oh, I should hope.
You know what Mr. Hudson's like about breakages.
Last time they was away for the summer,
my under-housemaid broke a glass ornament.
Venetian glass.
ROSE: Wedding present.
It was Mr. Hudson what stopped Page's wages, not Lady Marjorie.
Mr. Hudson's very queer about breakages.
So I hope you was careful, my girl.
Our old Mr. Becker couldn't give a hoot, could he?
He does most of the breaking himself.
Up to here with importings.
ENID: He can't leave it alone. You know what some butlers are.
Lady Marjorie wouldn't stand for it, would she, Rose?
Well, be that as it may, We're quite happy.
- Glass of gin, Sarah? - Eh?
It's all right. Enid brought it with her.
Oh.
Here. Don't they ever miss it?
Captain Graham's too busy turning the blind eye.
To everything mostly, particularly to Mrs. Graham.
ROSE: Oh, Mr. Bellamy's ever so scrupulous.
- He don't miss a thing. - ALFRED: what a pity.
You're not really fashionable, you people.
Oh, yes, but Lady Marjorie is hardly Mrs. Graham, is she?
I mean, Lady Marjorie don't need to be fashionable.
Maybe not, Rose.
But then it wasn't Mrs. Graham
got made the laughingstock of London, was it?
Meaning exactly?
You know, my dear Rose.
Our friend the society painter
made a right monkey out of your Lady Marjorie.
Oh, it would take a great deal more than something so...trivial
to upset Lady Marjorie.
[ Chuckles ]
This is a respectable household.
How frightfully dull for you, my poor dears. [ Laughs]
Oh, we forgot, Enid.
This is the household that keeps their old bones
and sends the bottles back.
The rag and bone man don't call here, Henry.
Well, what do you do, Enid?
What do we do?
How do you think I come by this?
Where's your glass?
Let not thy sins nor thy evil doings
be made known to the children of God in their innocence.
ROSE: All right, Alfred.
No, nothing like that goes on in this household,
thank you very much.
I say to you, put thine own house in order.
Our Mrs. Bridges isn't above losing the odd bit of lard
or a chicken now and then, is she, Sarah?
ROSE: That will be quite enough, thank you, Alfred.
Well, go on.
It's the holidays.
- All right. - HENRY: A drop of gin, Enid.
ENID: Of course, this is a respectable household, Henry.
Oh.
ENID: They've got appearances to keep up.
Although, uh, we did hear that Lady Marjorie's appearance
at a certain ball wasn't all that it should've been.
- what you talking about? - Apsley House.
We heard that dress had been seen before.
ROSE: Never. SARAH: It was a new dress.
She never wears a ball gown twice.
It was a new dress. I saw it arrive from Paris.
That's right -- Paris.
In France.
Paquin.
Mrs. Graham's came from Paquin.
Oh. Where's that?
- where's that? - Yeah.
That's a French designer. That's where that is.
You know, Rose.
Paquin.
Oh, yes.
It all comes back to me now.
ENID: "We, that..."
SARAH: It was a beautiful dress, and it had a lovely train.
Well, it wasn't so long as Mrs. Graham's.
Now, that was a train.
It was ever so long. We all saw it.
It was the most beautiful dress, wasn't it, Emily?
Oh, I've never seen a dress like it.
Well, I don't suppose you saw a pair of shoes
till you came over here.
Or a pair of bloomers.
[ Laughter]
- It was ever so long. - ENID: Mrs. Graham's train
was so long, as she came down the stairs,
it just covered all the stairs, didn't it, Henry?
Yeah. It was really long.
Oh, yes?
Well, Lady Marjorie, as she stood in the hall,
Roberts, her personal maid,
was still picking it up in the boudoir.
ENID: Oh, yes, I'm sure.
I can show it to you if you don't believe me.
If you've eyes big enough to take it in.
ENID: Lead on.
Well, then.
All right.
[ Laughter]
- Come on, Emily. - HENRY: I've seen a boudoir.
EMILY: Do you think we should?
Oh, she wants to stay here and tell her beads.
ENID: Oh, come on.
ROSE: I shall lead the way.
Hey, where's the lavatory?
It's in the area.
HENRY: I've been drinking, haven't I?
[indistinct talking]
Don't you know that?
Can't have it in the boudoir, can I?
Eh, out here?
[Hinges squeak]
ROSE: Come on.
Shh.
- waaaah. - Shh!
I don't know what We're standing around for.
It's not gonna bite us.
ENID: Empty houses -- ooh!
Yes, but it's not gonna bite.
Our hall's twice the size of this one.
I thought it might be.
Ladies and gentlemen, would you follow me, please?
[ Laughter]
Hey, didn't we meet at one of Mrs. Kepple's bridge evenings?
Certainly, don't you know.
I was the one getting pickled in the smoking room.
[ Laughter]
Oh, what a grand slam I had that night.
Oh, that's what his Majesty is calling it these days.
[ Laughter]
Don't just stand there, girl.
Go downstairs and tell Hudson to bring up the champagne.
Oh, I hope you're serving the Veuve Clicquot.
It's all the rage.
[Speaks indistinctly] Don't you know!
He's such fun.
[Knock on door]
Blimey.
What we gonna do?
Quick.
ENID: What?
I don't know, but quick.
Well, they can't hear through walls, you know.
Everybody get belowstairs with the two girls.
And, Alfred, the door. And get rid of that jug.
- MAN: Good evening. -[ Inhales sharply]
Good evening.
Uh, Police Constable Hobbs, sir.
Blimey, it's the law.
Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Now, then.
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 where they should not ought to have.
Uh, perhaps you'd better come inside, Constable,
and we can discuss the matter further.
[ Laughter]
It's Henry.
Henry!
[ Laughter, all talking]
What about this famous gown, then, Rose?
Or have you had second thoughts?
Course I haven't. Come on.
HENRY: Were you really scared?
Did you really think it was the law?
No. It takes more than that to scare me.
Aye, but it's early days, isn't it, Henry?
Oh, well, that's right, Alfred.
Who knows what we might get up to?
I mean, we could get up to all sorts of things,
couldn't we, Emily?
[ Laughs ]
Leave her alone, you. You're always going on at her.
Oh, you mind your own business, Miss High-and-Bloody-Mighty.
Off you go. Play your little girl games.
That's what Paddies are for, anyway.
We gentlemen have more important matters to attend to.
Isn't that right, your grace?
Oh, well, absolutely, my dear chap.
- That'll be all, thank you. - Oh.
- A game of cricket, milord? - Oh, cricket!
Alfred, watch it.
Remember what happened last time.
ENID: What did happen last time?
Nothing, but just be careful, that's all.
- Come on. - HENRY: [Laughs]
- One wicket. - Over here.
-[ Laughs ] - Over here.
Hey, look, where's the ball?
- Over there. - Oh!
In it drops.
Right. We have it.
One ball, one bat.
And I'll have middle and leg, I think.
- Middle and off, middle and off. - No!
His grace always has middle and off.
Well, I don't know about his grace.
Right.
ROSE: Hope the blinds are drawn.
Don't want them opposite spying on us.
SARAH: Course they're drawn. I'll light the lights.
ROSE: Right.
I think I'll lock the door.
Oh, honest, the way you two are carrying on.
Who do you think is gonna come in here?
Mr. Hudson all the way from the Isle of blooming wight
to find out if you're missing him?
I'll see to that, Enid, if you don't mind.
ENID: Now, that's -- that's not bad.
- Not bad? - No, it's not bad at all.
Lady Marjorie has exquisite taste.
Exquisite taste. What do you know about it?
You'll never get to wear dresses like this, my girl.
If you'll wish hard enough.
Do you know that colour really suits you, Sarah?
Oh, thank you, Rose.
I shall have a lot of dresses in this colour and this material.
I'm still waiting for this famous dress.
- Give us a hand, Sarah. Right. Mind.
There you are. Take the train.
Come on.
SARAH: All that hand-stitched velvet.
There.
There you are, Enid.
No.
No, I don't think much of that.
- It's not a patch on -- - Not a patch?
Now, Mrs. Graham's 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 cutting.
-Isn't that so, Sarah? - That's right, Rose.
It is in the subtlety of the cutting.
- Oh, yes. - You see, Enid,
a dress like this has to be seen on to be appreciated.
It's the only way to judge.
Well, put it on, then.
Are you mad?
I've heard it fits Where it touches.
Yeah, but it wouldn't fit me, would it?
Anyway, I couldn't do it justice,
not with my hair like this.
No.
Well, it'll be nice to tell the others I've, uh, seen it
and everything.
All right.
Here you are, Rose.
- Come on, Enid. Help me. - Good girl, Sarah.
[ Laughs ]
All right. I'll get the proper underclothes.
Oh, do you think we should, Rose?
Yeah, in for a penny. Now get your clothes off right.
ENID: I love dressing up, don't you?
Here. You take that.
Right.
When I was little, we used to go and see me uncle in the country.
And he had this great big box
full of old clothes and everything.
It was lovely.
Oh, that's pretty. I like that.
Undress me!
- with pleasure, your ladyship. Certainly, ma'am.
And it's gone for six, right into the pavilion.
And that is a century for Ranjit Sinhji.
ALFRED: Old Ranji.
And England did clear for 542 for nine wickets.
- Mm-hmm. - Beat that.
Tea interval.
Gin interval.
Back to the pavilion.
Where's the pavilion?
Where the gin is.
After you, Dr. Grace.
So...
[ Laughs ]
BOTH: ♪ wonderful boating weather ♪
♪ wonder-- ♪
- Hello! - Unh, unh, unh!
Oh, it's a drop of the hard stuff, is it?
[ Laughs ]
Well, that's not for little girls.
Especially not little Paddles.
Yeah. There was only a drop left.
Oh. well.
Go on. Give it to her, Henry.
Put a bit of a spark into her.
I've never touched it before.
Doesn't it make you feel all funny?
HENRY: Oh, that's right, and a little bit daring, eh?
What's going on upstairs?
Well, me and Alfred here
is having a game of cricket in the front hall.
Do you want to come up and play with us?
Oh, I'm not allowed in the front hall.
Oh, well, then we'll have to play down here, won't we?
What sort of game?
Uh, guess your weight --
you know, like they play in the fairgrounds.
How much do you weigh, eh?
Not much.
I'm very frail.
[ Chuckles ] We'll soon see.
[Both laughing]
Put me down!
Ah! Oh, you're hurting --
- Alfred, make him put me down. - Put her down.
- Ow! -[Laughing]
Stop it.
Oh, you're nice when you're angry.
Oh, put me down.
- Oh, Alfred, help me. - She doesn't want you -- Ow!
Now let me go, will you? Now go away and leave me alone.
My, you really do get into a Paddy
-when you're angry, don't you? - Stop touching me.
-[ Laughs ] - Oh, you're wicked.
Australia's turn to bat.
Australia to the fore.
Seven stone.
Oh, never you mind.
[ Laughs ]
BOTH: ♪ wonderful boating weather ♪
[indistinct talking]
SARAH: [ Laughs ]
Thank you.
[ Laughs ]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
ALFRED: [ Chuckles ]
Don't just stand there, girl.
Fetch me my fan and tell Hudson I am ready to receive.
[ Laughter]
- Here you are, Sir Henry. - Oh, yes.
And your coat.
A general.
My dear Mrs. Graham, give us your arm.
Oh, we'll have carriages for half past 12:00, please.
Yes. Certainly.
Aah!
[ Indistinct conversation]
[ Laughter]
ENID: There you was at the coronation, don't you know.
That is so, my dear Mrs. Graham.
Then from inside the convenience,
the marchioness was heard to call out for a pair of forceps.
Forceps?
ROSE: Oh, do let me...
ALFRED: [Laughs] What is it? what?
It later transpired that the poor old dear
had dropped her tiara down the pan.
[ Laughter]
Oh, she's already throned, don't you know.
This is the very last time we shall ask, Mr. Bellamy.
He's slopped gin all over the Persian rug.
Shall we have the pleasure of seeing you
at the races next week?
SARAH: I'm afraid not.
I'm going up to Scotland to shoot peasants.
They go to Scotland to shoot grouse.
Well, I'm going to Scotland to shoot peasants.
It's the latest thing, don't you know.
Oh, there's no more gin left.
- Mr. Bellamy. - ALFRED: Hello.
Tell Hudson We're clean out of gin.
And let Emily come up here.
Oh, no!
SARAH: Ring the bell.
ALFRED: Ding-dong!
[ Laughter]
The boy stood on the burning deck.
- His feet -- - No!
[Bell rings]
I hear Mrs. Graham has caught...
ENID: Oh, my dear.
At Ascot this year, don't you know,
the king come right up to me and he said,
"You are the prettiest bloomin' thing I've seen."
[ Laughter, indistinct conversation]
Oh, where is that wretched Hudson?
Servants are never there when you want them.
Ring for him again, Mr. Bellamy.
Certainly.
Hudson!
ALFRED: Hudson! where's Hudson?
Hudson, Hudson, Hudson.
Hudson, Hudson. Where is Hudson?
HENRY: Hudson, Hud--
You rang, milady?
Perhaps you'll be requiring something more to drink?
[ Door closes]
Who was that?
Mr. James.
Lieutenant James Rupert Bellamy of the Life Guards.
Bleedin' son and heir, that's all.
Come on.
ROSE: Come on.
He's locked it! It's bloody locked!
- Alfred, try again. - Gone for the police, I expect.
- what are we going to do? - what's he doing back here?
- what are we gonna do? - Oh, shut up, Enid.
[ Crying ] We'll all get sacked.
Oh, shut up, Enid!
Sarah, what we gonna do?
What are we going to do?
Wait.
We shall just have to wait, that's all.
[ Coughs ]
Something amusing you, sir?
No, sir, I just coughed. It's this cough.
Hudson, if you please.
After all, you rang for Hudson.
Champagne, milady?
No.
No, thank you, Hudson.
Very good, milady.
Nothing like champagne to make a party go, we always say.
I'm, uh, not altogether sure
of the names of all of your ladyship's guests.
My Quests?
These are your guests.
Ah.
That is Lady Alderton.
That's Mrs. Graham.
Behind me is Captain Allbelow, Mrs. Graham's friend.
And Alfred's Mr. Bellamy.
Lady Alderton?
Oh. Uh, no, thank you, I don't.
Lady Alderton.
- Mrs. Graham. - Oh, goodness me.
Just look at the time. We really must be going, Henry.
Must you, madam?
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...
Now.
Champagne.
Captain Allbelow?
Sir?
[Snaps fingers]
Madam.
I should greatly prefer to be offered champagne
before my husband, Hudson.
Begging your ladyship's pardon.
How very remiss of me.
I shall speak to you later.
Very good, milady.
Music?
[ Mid-tempo march plays]
Lady Alderton?
Oh. 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?
So glad to see you enjoying yourself.
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!
Ah.
What a charming party.
And we have plenty of bottles to go.
[ Mid-tempo waltz playing]
[ Music stops]
[ Indistinct conversations]
ENID: [Groaning]
[ Door opens ]
ALFRED: [ Laughs ]
[ Door closes]
Get up, Rose. Come on.
ROSE: Oh, it's too late for that.
-[ Moans ] - Oh, Jesus.
Henry, will you get Enid on her feet and take her home?
- Now, come on, quick. -[ weakly] I feel sick.
Never mind. You're not gonna be sick here.
- Now, get up. Come on, Rose. - Much of the red wine...
HENRY: What are you talking about?
Rose, take them out the front door and up and down the area.
Come on out here.
Hurry up, Rose.
Not now, Alfred.
Come on, Alfred.
Alfred!
[Groaning]
I'll stay. I'll stay.
- No! Rose, take Alfred. -[ Laughs ]
Now, come on, Enid. Shut up.
- I'm gonna be sick. - You're not gonna be sick here.
- Come on, Henry. Quick. - Shh, shh, shh!
I'm not gonna make it.
Take him out the front door and take him down the steps, Rose.
- Come on, Enid. -[ Sobbing ]
Come on. Come on.
- Shh. Be quiet. - I'm not gonna make it.
Come on, Enid. Stop snivelling.
Come on. Hurry up, Henry.
Go on, now. Come on, Rose.
Not on the steps!
[indistinct talking]
Oh, y-you can't come in here.
The -- The party's over, Hudson.
Ah.
Not Hudson anymore.
Mr. Bellamy, Sarah.
[ Laughs ]
Your friends are going to feel a bit rough
in the morning, aren't they?
Make a nice story for your friends, won't it, sir?
Right. Serve you all damn well right.
Gallivanting all over the house.
There.
A perfect end to a perfect evening.
I don't think.
Stupid girl.
Yes, sir.
Not you.
Oh. Someone let you down, sir?
Yes, someone let me down.
What a shame, sir.
Damn it all. It was all arranged.
I'd arranged it all.
What happened, then, sir?
Go off with another chap, did she?
That cad Brenner, one of my best friends.
Hmm. Last time I tell him anything.
She was an absolute corker, Sarah.
Are you an absolute corker?
Would you have liked to have been taken to the Savoy, Sarah?
To have danced all night?
To have been given expensive perfume?
Hmm. What a delightful little waist.
Would you have liked all that?
Take those clothes off.
All of them.
Put your own clothes on.
[ Chuckles ]
Is that what you wear?
[ Laughs ] Oh, God.
Can I have my dress, please?
Please?
Oh, you! [ Sobbing ]
I'm terribly sorry.
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.
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.
But you can't sit there like that.
It's what you wanted, isn't it?
It's not mine!
For God's sake, it doesn't matter.
Take it.
Keep it.
- She won't notice. - Thank you very much.
I'll wear it the next time the king calls on me.
[ Chuckles ]
I don't know what to say.
No.
Nothing I can do?
No.
You could say nothing about our gallivantings.
Gallivantings?
About what you found when you came in.
You see, we'd all 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.
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, sir.
Not been much of an evening all 'round, has it, Sarah?
Don't suppose it has, really, sir.
It was a lovely dress.
You'd like a lovely dress?
Then you shall have one.
No.
- why not? - No.
No favours 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?
If not a dress, some clothes and nice things.
What am I gonna do with nice things?
But I will have them one day.
You're not happy with your lot?
No.
Are you?
What do you want?
Hmm. What should I want?
I want for nothing.
Then you're happy being a soldier?
Begging your pardon, sir.
I'm happy doing what is expected of me.
Then you're 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 they can fob you off with any old thing.
- That's right. - It's not right.
You shouldn't think so much.
It's wrong for people like us to question things.
People like us?
We must remember what we've been taught.
Everything has its place.
It depends on what your place is.
Yes.
You know, sometimes I think we might have got it all wrong.
A thinking officer is cannon fodder.
I shouldn't have come home this evening, you know.
SARAH: That's what Hudson says.
JAMES: Hmm?
SARAH: About thinking.
JAMES: Damn Hudson.
To hell with the regiment.
To hell with everything.
Vive la République.
Come on.
My room.
[Glass breaking]
What the hell was that?
[ Door closes]
[Clattering, groaning]
I just thought I'd get the place cleaned up a bit.
Damn fool!
Should have waited till you were sober.
Just trying to get it cleaned up.
You're bloody useless! Get to your bed, man.
- Just trying to do right thing. - Go on, get out!
[ Metal scrapes]
Go and get a dustpan and brush...
and a mop.
Clear up that mess.
[ Door closes]
No. It's got a spot on it.
Picking up the pieces?
ALFRED: [ Groaning ]
You're barmy.
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 barmy.
Maybe.
But I won't be needing those, not where I'm going.
Oh, where might that be? Where can you go?
Why don't you want your shoes?
My cousin.
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.
Do 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 gonna spend my whole ruddy life
rotting away in an attic
and wearing stupid secondhand clothes.
You don't have to go now, do you?
I do, Rose.
Well, 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.
I've told you!
You don't know what it's like out there.
This is the only bit of security you've ever known.
You can't expect to waltz out of here with no money,
no references -- not 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 Katie.
Used to go with guardsmen 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 after meself. I'll be all right."
The baby died,
and now she's on the streets looking after herself.
I'm not expecting, Rose.
Early 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 by meself
except for a couple of difficult words I couldn't manage.
There's this girl, and she works in a tea shop.
She's no one special.
And every day 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 there'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 is 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 fact. 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.
Kind of man you'd meet, well, he'd 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-
And you've got too much imagination.
I haven't imagined the kind of life we're living here.
Living everything through them
like we was vegetables that had no feelings.
Helping them put on their clothes, admiring their finery,
wearing their stupid secondhand clothes.
Well, I don't want a secondhand life, Rose.
I want a life of my own.
And I don't want a life like he had either.
Who? 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 leftover 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.
And 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 bull's-eyes.
Then 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 the doors of society
are bloody well gonna be flung open to you.
I mean, who'd look at you twice? Look at yourself.
James Bellamy thinks a lot of me.
James Bellamy looked at me.
- 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 gonna 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're gonna get married.
And for our honeymoon, We're gonna go to Bordighera.
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.
He don't know anything.
Put that back in Lady Marjorie's wardrobe, will you?
Did he make love to you?
Fact or fiction?
Did he make love to you?
That's not the point, is it, 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, I must --
Well, I'll make it, and then we can have a talk.
No. I've got to go, Rose.
Please stay, Sarah.
See, I don't know what I'd do if you go.
You're all I've got.
You're all I've got anywhere.
Rose!
I've got to go, so you'll just have to get on.
[Door opens, closes]
[Sobs]
Sarah.
Where are you going, Sarah?
Out.
Through the front door, the way I almost came in.
Mr. Bellamy.
Mr. Bellamy!
Vive la République.
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