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[ Hoofbeats ]
[ Indistinct conversations, laughter]
[Water splashes]
You'll catch flies.
What? What'll I do?
Your mouth's hanging down to your chest, girl.
Stop dreaming.
Think what you're meant to be doing.
I'm doing it.
If you think that's washing up, then I'm Happy Fanny Fields.
Oh, Mrs. Bridges.
You'll not see your bed tonight, my girl, I'm warning you.
I'll do them once more so.
And you'll do them properly.
And I'll do them properly.
♫ I wish, I wish ♫
♫ I wish in vain ♫
♫ I wish I were a maid again ♫
Where do you wish were, then, little bird?
- Queen of England? ♫ A maid again ♫
Emily, look at this.
Come on.
- ♫ Till cherries grow ♫ -[ Hoofbeats ]
♫ On an apple... ♫
Here she is. Mrs. Van Gran Bottom herself.
Edward, you've no respect.
"Oh, I could buy and sell the lot of you.
And what do you think
of me spanking new carriage, then, eh?"
She must be awful rich.
And my lovely new footman on the box.
Oh, to have a carriage the like of that.
You seen him? I never set eyes on him before.
Now, why can't Lady Marjorie get someone like that for us?
Because you've got adorable little me, that's why.
Oh, and would you look at those feathers?
They must be twice the length of me arm.
You don't measure a lady by the length of her feathers, Emily.
Oh, I'll say she has a dress
for as many days as there are in a year.
Now that, Emily -- that lady that you see up there
is what we call nouveau, which is probably new to you.
-[ Both laugh] - Come on, Edward.
Her ladyship will be ringing for tea in a minute,
and you've no time to laugh about it.
Her and her charitable get-togethers.
She can't stand the sight of the people there.
You've no place passing remarks like that.
A scamper through the woods?
Certainly. Teach them to appreciate nature.
And give them some simply splendid exercise.
Exercise? Exercise?
They get enough of that running up and down stairs all day.
Prudence, if I understand you correctly,
you're suggesting that we hire some sort of omnibus,
cram all our servants into it,
and dispatch them to Hampstead Heath?
For a picnic. with delicious cream buns and lemonade.
Thus obeying our beloved Queen Alexandra's instructions
to care more for the welfare of our domestic employees.
Yes, I see the merit of that. They don't get enough fresh air.
Fresh air! Simply frightful for the complexion.
Yes, of course, Lady Templeton, but it's all in a good cause.
These girls never get out.
I think it's a splendid idea.
We can all share the cost of the omnibus
and each contribute a hamper of refreshments.
Good. That's settled.
The queen doesn't know what she's started.
Ah. Well, now we can all have tea.
Not quite yet. we still lack one member of our committee.
We need her vote.
And her money.
Mrs. Van Groeben, milady.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Van Groeben.
Good afternoon.
Now, then, I believe that you have already met Lady Templeton.
Yes. We have met, haven't we?
Ghastly feathers.
MARJORIE: Lady Prudence Fairfax, our force motif.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
Very bad for my chest.
I've heard so much about you from my daughter, Wilhelmina,
who is such a great, great friend of your daughter, Agatha.
Oh, yes. I believe they met for the first time last night.
It seems young people become great, great friends
at alarming speed these days.
I am late, and I do apologize,
but it takes so long to get anywhere in London.
Oh, I know, and it's becoming far too noisy
and dirty in the streets.
They really shouldn't allow so much traffic
in the heart of the city.
In my opinion, We're all being slowly poisoned
by the fumes from those dreadful motorcars.
Including yours, Prudence darling.
And yours, my dear Marjorie.
I won't allow my husband to buy one.
We so much prefer the carriage and pair.
So much more elegant.
Of course, back in our wonderful country, we have so much space.
And freedom.
Freedom to move around at one's leisure.
Oh, life is much different in South Africa.
She should have stayed there.
Pardon me, but they really are too absurd.
Marjorie, do ring for tea now we're all here.
Prudence, will you explain your idea to Mrs. Van Groeben?
Such a splendid scheme for a picnic in the woods --
to put some colour into their cheeks.
In keeping with the queen's wishes.
Oh, quite.
How like our dear queen
to concern herself with such matters.
Now, the last cook we employed...
Hudson, you can bring tea now.
And ask Mrs. Van Groeben's coachman
to have tea in the servants' hall.
- we shall be some time. - Very good, milady.
I'm so sorry. You were saying?
Well, our last cook.
She had a cousin who worked in the royal household,
and she was most interesting about conditions there.
Most interesting.
It appears that on at least one occasion
during her employment at the palace,
Her Majesty actually paid a lengthy visit
to the kitchen and the servants' quarters
and actually spoke to the staff.
[ Laughter]
Any road, my little niece were there,
and when downpour started, they all got under table.
[ Laughter]
Then Bishop of London arrives to read message from queen.
"I hope you're all enjoying yourself," he reads,
"enjoying your tea party."
And all girls are still under table.
Oh, I'd have given a week's Wages to see 200 servant girls
hiding under the table in Regent's Park.
They must take us for some kind of fools, you know.
Oh, no, we mustn't laugh. Really, Mr. Harris.
It's very kind of Her Majesty.
After all, she needn't have bothered.
Ah, just a pat on the head, lass.
Pat on the head.
[ Chuckles ] Nothing changes.
Any road, let me finish story.
"I'm sorry I can't be with you,"
reads Bishop with rain dripping from his hat.
[ Laughter]
"But I'm sure you're all having a grand time.
With love and kisses from queen."
And then, just as he's calling for three rousing cheers,
damn great banner which said
"God bless our gracious queen, the giver of the feast"
fell about his head.
[ Laughter]
Ah, His Grace the Duke of Pulborough
would never have concerned himself with such a pantomime.
He knew how to treat his servants proper.
And we were right proud to be in his household.
[ Chuckles ]
He had no time for the pantomimes.
Then round them up into the omnibus and home.
In time to run our baths and lay the table for dinner.
Splendid.
Well, I certainly feel I owe it to my servants.
A token of appreciation, really.
People in our position must realize their responsibilities.
MARJORIE: To return to more mundane matters,
have you any idea, Prudence, how much such an outing will cost?
Well, I have it on the best information,
it need not cost more than sixpence a head.
Sixpence?
What do you mean to feed them on?
Bread and lard and a cup of cold tea?
Ah, there'll be the omnibus to pay for as well, Lady Templeton.
I do hope we're not going to spend the entire afternoon
haggling over money.
I mean, what's a few pounds here or there?
A great deal to some of us.
What about numbers? How many will there be?
Sixteen all together, Marjorie.
That's including Mrs. Van Groeben's household.
Well, I shall send my two housemaids,
my kitchen maid, and Taylor, my pantry boy.
Let me know how much I should contribute.
Marjorie, my pet, I've decided to leave.
I am quite ancient and inclined to be easily bored.
I cannot afford to be bored at my age.
MARJORIE: Hudson, Lady Templeton is leaving.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!
Can't stand being cooped up with a herd of women, Hudson.
- I'm sure you feel the same. -[ Chuckles ]
Wonderful lady!
Such a rich character.
Most interesting.
Some people find her eccentric.
But Richard says she's the sanest person he knows.
So it's all agreed, then -- a picnic,
a nature ramble over Hampstead Heath
followed by a good tea in the church hall, mm?
Splendid. well, your cause certainly has my support.
I'm so glad.
How kind you are, Mrs. Van Groeben.
No, no.
It's you who are kind, Lady Prudence,
spending so much of your time improving the lot
of these people who are really already so well cared for
and who have so very little to do.
♫ Da da ♫
♫ Da dee da dum ♫
♫ The butcher boy I loved so well ♫
♫ He courted me my life away ♫
♫ But now with me he will not stay ♫
♫ I wish my baby, it were born ♫
♫ And -- ♫
[ Door opens ]
Haven't you done yet, Emily?
I'm not used to doing grates.
I showed you how yesterday.
I'm doing my best, Rose.
And when is the new housemaid coming?
I don't know.
And buck up. Mrs. Bridges wants you back in the kitchen.
I can't be in two places at once.
- well, you must try. -[ Sighs ]
And we're all tired.
[Clears throat]
Oh!
Oh, good heavens!
Salt!
I'll murder that girl.
[Humming]
[ Door slams ]
Morning, Mrs. Bridges.
MRS. BRIDGES: Good morning, Emily, my dear.
EMILY: Grand morning.
MRS. BRIDGES: Lovely.
Absolutely lovely.
By the way, Emily, I've got a little treat for you,
seeing as how you like my cooking and all.
Come in here and have a taste of this lovely pudding I made.
Oh, I've taken such a lot of trouble over it --
stirring it over the hot water for hours.
Now, then, you just taste it.
Go on, girl. Taste it.
Mm!
What's the matter? Don't you like it, then?
Please, Mrs. Bridges, what in heaven have I done?
I'll show you what you've done, my girl.
You put salt into the sugar jar. That's what you've done!
Oh, no, I never. That was never what I did.
All that work for nothing!
- I never did that. - My lovely pudding ruined!
Oh, I was never near it, Mrs. Bridges.
I'd not so much as dare touch your cooking things.
And, please, you're hurting me.
I'll hurt you all right, my girl.
That's what comes of staring out of the window all day long,
daydreaming, looking at the carriages.
I'm sorry if I did mix up the jars, Mrs. Bridges.
Maybe I wasn't thinking.
Well, then you get on with that washing up,
and then you can come in here and scrub my kitchen floor.
Oh, Mother of God, please help me.
I can never even finish the housework.
There is one point, Lady Marjorie,
that I hesitated to mention at our last meeting.
I do hope there is some way we can ensure
that no undeserving girls
receive the benefit of our charity.
Undeserving?
After all, you and I have a position in society to maintain.
A position which many people admire and even envy.
I should hate to think we could be duped.
I don't quite understand what you mean by "duped."
Well, if we were expected to include in these outings
some of the riffraff that one finds in the suburban houses
of the professional classes.
[Thunder rumbles]
Do you know what I mean?
Yes, l...l think I do, Mrs. Van Groeben.
But surely our intention
is to benefit all those in domestic service,
not just a privileged few.
[Thunder rumbles]
Oh, dear.
Looks as if we're in for a summer storm.
Come on, Emily.
You've done nothing but dream all day.
I was only having a look at him.
Who?
The boy in the coach with Mr. Harris.
Oh, Mrs. Van Groeben's little flunky.
Well, you can stop dreaming, or you'll get into more trouble --
and from me this time.
I've had to chase after you since first thing this morning.
The beds weren't properly made,
Mr. Bellamy's shaving water cold,
and now the lunch, it ain't done.
I can't manage it all, Rose.
I don't know Whether I'm coming or going,
what with Mrs. Bridges getting at me and all.
I never touched her cooking things, Rose.
Honest angels, I never.
You'll just have to learn to put up with it, that's all.
Well, I think she has me in disfavour.
Look, she don't really mean all she says, Emily.
And she's very fond of you, really.
It's just that...
Well, hurry up.
I want you to help me with the sewing.
Ah, the poor lad.
He'll get soaked through sitting out there.
We hardly ever have to endure
this kind of weather in Cape Town.
I'm afraid it's this kind of weather
that's making the rest of our committee so late.
Lady Templeton has quite a way to come.
- Oh. - Oh, dear.
Your young footman's getting very wet.
Yes. It really is too bad.
But he's used to it.
We were at the most wonderful house party
at Lord Nicholson's only last weekend.
We must bring him in and give him some tea.
I'll ring for Hudson.
[Thunder crashes]
What was it you were going to say about Toby Nicholson?
[ Indistinct conversation]
Oh, come along in and sit yourselves down.
Rose, take his coat.
Oh, dear, dear.
This is William, everybody.
- William, this is Mrs. Bridges. - How do you do?
I expect you'd like a nice cup of tea and a slice of cake.
- Thank you. - And there's Edward.
Oh. Here, Rose. Have you caught that uniform?
I didn't know the household cavalry had gone into service.
He's only teasing, William. You look very nice.
Thank you.
And this is young Emily.
Now, where was I?
Uh, the duke had just bought a motor carriage.
Ah, that's right, lad.
Well, His Grace was never one to be behind the times.
He believed in progress of the right sort.
And he said he thought
there was a great future for the motor carriage.
Mm, yes.
Your present employer seems to have different notions, Mr. H.
She's a different sort of person altogether, Mrs. Bridges.
Well, she's only just arrived
and doesn't quite see what's what yet.
Mind you...
"Mind you" what, Mr. Harris?
Well, where there's brass, there's a mouth.
EDWARD: And there's plenty of brass, is there, Mr. Harris?
They do say, lad, they do say.
You'll not hear her sitting down quietly.
[ Laughter]
Any road, pour me some more tea, please, Mrs. Bridges.
Now, don't you go starting in, young Edward.
We're all just one big, happy family in wigmore Street.
Aye, just one big, happy family.
Right, William?
William?
WILLIAM: "Whoever it is, wherever they may be,
I have a friend, Becky.
Someone is my friend.
It cannot be denied, for as they sat before the blazing fire
and ate the nourishing, comfortable food,
they felt a kind of rapturous awe...
...and looked into each other's eyes with something like doubt.
'Do you think,' Becky faltered once in a whisper,
'Do you think it could melt away, miss?
Hadn't we better be quick?'
And she hastily crammed her sandwich into her mouth.
If it were only a dream, kitchen manners could be overlooked."
EMILY: [Chuckles]
"'No, it won't melt away, said Sara.
I'm eating this muffin. I can taste it.
One never really eats things in dreams.
One only thinks one's going to eat them.
Besides, I keep giving myself pinches.“
EMILY: [Laughs]
"'And I touched a hot piece of coal just now, on purpose.“
[ Laughs ]
To be continued next week.
You've awful good luck, William.
Yes, I suppose I have.
Being able to do both the reading and the writing.
I can't manage the writing at all,
and 'tis a terrible disadvantage.
Now, if my daddy could have read and writ,
I don't know what he couldn't have done.
Well, what did he do, your pa?
He went and died on us. That's what he did.
Well, how'd he die?
He died from living. That's how he died.
But my brother Falem, he can read now.
He can both read and write.
I had a letter from him only last year in America,
and he wrote he had the greatest opportunity.
For when he was emigrating on the boat,
he met up with this English gentleman
who had all his wits about him --
or at least he knew his three R's.
And he taught them to Falem.
Oh, so now they're doing grand,
with an entire business of their very own.
Now, if my daddy could have read,
he'd hardly be facing the sea now.
[ Laughs ]
I can't understand half of what you say, Emily.
Well, what can't you follow?
Well, "facing the sea."
How can your dad be facing the sea if he's dead?
In our village, we're always buried standing up.
Standing up?
Why?
Well, why else? 'Tis a grand view.
[ Both laugh ]
Here.
Here you are, me loves, and some of your favourite cakes.
Come on, now, you two. You get tuck in.
My Jack's gonna be home in half an hour, you know,
and he's gonna be wanting his tea.
You know what a one he is for leaving his smile at the gate.
I never noticed how late it was,
what with William reading me the story.
Yeah.
Oh, look! You've gone and let your tea get cold.
I'll get you some more hot water.
No, honestly, Mrs. Fellows, there's no need to bother.
We're quite happy.
Well, that's the main thing, ain't it?
But I'll get you some more water anyway.
You never know.
Come on, now, Emily.
We can't have all that business again.
I can't send all those blimming cakes
across to your starving relatives.
It's you I'm taking out to tea.
Oh.
I should have said we are the lucky ones.
Lucky?
What's lucky?
I do my job well. I please Mrs. Van Groeben.
She likes the way I look.
Where's the luck in that?
The luck is it was you she took from the orphanage.
The bad luck would have been if she had not.
And the luck it was that I got this job.
Was it herself taught you all the reading?
No. The orphanage.
Mind you, she's teached me lots of other things,
things she thinks I ought to know --
how to get on, how to behave.
She's a proper lady.
They say she thinks the world of you.
I do my job.
She says I'll get on.
She's a good mistress.
Go on, Em. Have a cake.
I'll have a cake if you read me again.
- The last bit of the story. - All right.
The bit Where she pinches herself
to understand that it's real...
...that it won't melt away.
Oh, I'll not let you melt away. I'll not.
[ Indistinct conversations, hoofbeats ]
Oh, but I mean the trouble with servants
is they don't know their own minds.
I've tried to suggest things.
I'm sure they're duly grateful.
I mean, I said to my maid, Smith, the other day,
"What do you actually do on your day off?"
And do you know what she told me, what she does?
She told me she sleeps.
The whole day.
I said, "Don't just sleep your life away, Smith.
Do something constructive.
Read. Think."
"Oh," she says, "I tried that, madam.
It wasn't no good.
I couldn't think of anything to think about."
I mean to say.
She means to say. She means to say what?
I was led to believe that this committee was called
to give these girls some outlet
rather than turn them into third-rate philosophers.
Lady Templeton, our aim today
is simply to finalize the arrangements
for the servants' outing.
It seems to me that a month tomorrow would be the best date.
The weather should be fine by then,
and we won't clash with Ascot week.
Is that generally agreeable?
Then, Prudence, you can finalize the arrangements with the vicar
as to the use of the church hall.
Splendid. Oh, it'll do them all a world of good.
If it's of any interest, I intend to hold a masked ball
during the season in aid of our worthy cause.
The theme will be Versailles before the Revolution.
I do hope you will all accept my invitation to take tickets.
Tickets? For the guillotine?
That's a splendid idea, Mrs. Van Groeben.
How clever you are.
Oh, thank you, Lady Prudence.
Don't you agree, Marjorie?
LADY TEMPLETON: Aren't we going to have any tea today?
Yes, at 4:00.
I shall have to give a ball this year, too, for my worthy cause.
- what's that, Lady Prudence? - My daughter, Agatha.
Shall we be expected to take tickets for that, too?
You're not going to sell Agatha in a raffle, are you?
It may be one's last resort.
I do hope that we're not going to lose sight
of our original objective,
namely the welfare of these girls.
Well, they can all come along to Mrs. Van, uh...
Mrs. -- uh, pre-Revolution ball.
After all, someone will have to clear up the mess.
All those decapitated trunks.
You sound as though you disapprove
-of my idea, Lady Templeton. - I do.
It might give the servants ideas.
Marjorie, do ring for tea. I've made myself feel quite ill.
[Whistle blows in distance]
[ Hoofbeats ]
Emily.
That's hardly a name for an Irish girl.
-'Tisn't my name, that's why. - well, you're called Emily.
Oh, I am now, but my real name is Aoibhinn.
But over here, they find it hard to get their tongues 'round it.
- Even? -[ Laughing ] No.
Aoibhinn.
She was a queen, you know.
Queen of Darren; Leath.
My dada had told me she appeared to King Brian
the night before the great battle, the Battle of Clontarf.
And didn't she tell him the outcome of it all.
Well, I haven't heard of a king called Brian.
She told him that he would win the battle
but lose his own life.
She was a spirit of sorrow.
- was he an Irish king? - He was.
Didn't know you had kings in Ireland.
Ah, William, I'm sure you hardly know a thing.
You never even knew you were to meet me.
- Meet you? - That it was destined.
Preordained.
Oh, I was always certain of meeting you.
I saw you that day in the kitchen, and I knew I knew you.
You're more to me than my love, William.
You're my need, my very self.
Look, Emily, I mean --
William, everything I do, I do for you.
Everything I have to do in the house,
I imagine I do it for you.
Each floor that I scrub and fire that I lay
and spoon that I polish is yours.
Oh, I have you imagined all day.
If it wasn't for Mrs. Van Groeben,
I'd run off with you tomorrow.
Ah, where would we run to?
The world is full of running people.
Maybe you could get another job.
You can read and write, and you're strong.
If she even knew I was going out with you, Em.
Do you love me, William?
You know I do.
I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
But do you have a passion for me,
or do you just think I'm the prettiest girl you've ever seen?
Yes.
I love you, Emily.
I have a passion, William.
Oh, a passion for you.
And I never thought I would ever know anything as fine
as this passion I have for you.
There was nothing in my life before you, William.
Really nothing.
And now it hurts me because it's so fierce.
We'll be all right, Em.
I'll look after you.
How?
How will you do it?
What can we do, willy? There's no place for us.
You're a sad little thing sometimes, Emily.
Well, wouldn't you be?
I've nothing in this world but you.
Mam is dying.
Falem is in America.
My other brother, Dermot, he got killed in the Boer war,
and my dad is dead this two years now.
So there's precious little to be left in the slate.
Come on, now, Emily.
This is our day off. We should be having fun.
But what'll I do if she finds out?
Oh, what'll I do if she takes you away from me?
I'd never let her do that, Em. Never.
Can I put my arm 'round you?
Can I comfort you?
You mustn't get so upset.
Oh, William.
Can I kiss you?
Let me kiss you. Please, Emily.
Oh, we shouldn't.
I want to kiss you, Emily.
Oh, no.
No, we shouldn't do it. It's wrong.
Oh, but I've such a passion for you.
[ Footsteps ]
Well, now. Isn't that lovely?
Now, then, you two, move along there.
Way past your bedtime.
Pub's closing in three minutes.
Move along.
EMILY: ♫ And every word she dropped a tear ♫
♫ And every line cried, "Willy, dear" ♫
♫ Oh, what a foolish girl was I ♫
♫ to be led astray by a... ♫
I mean, William, you're only a boy.
You're still very young.
Now, I'm not angry with you, so don't be afraid.
No, Mrs. Van Groeben.
What I have to tell you is for your own good.
We have a saying in our country
that the first seedling of spring
does not always lead to the best tree, you see?
I mean, these things seem terribly important at the time,
William, but most of them don't even grow into saplings.
There are far more important things at the moment.
Much more important things than a kiss and a cuddle
with some little scullery maid.
I mean, William, you're really going to be someone.
You really want to be someone, don't you?
And people who are going to be really someone
don't have to meddle with little scullery maids.
Now, do they?
Come over here a minute. Come closer to me.
That uniform of yours looks quite worn.
- Yes, madam. - Yes.
The sleeves, the cuffs are quite frayed.
I think a brand-new uniform would be the order of the day.
And as you're such a smart boy,
we'll have one made specially for you.
Thank you, madam.
You can help me choose the materials and the colour.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Very nice, madam.
And now that Harris is getting on a bit
and he can't do as much as he'd like to do,
I think the person who's going to help him out more
and take on more responsibilities
should have a really nice, new uniform.
Don't you, William?
If you think so, madam.
[ Chuckles ]
Now, where were we?
Oh, yes. That other business.
No, no.
I don't think there's any need
to talk about that anymore, is there?
I mean, it doesn't really amount to anything, now, does it?
No. Nothing, madam.
It was only a bit of fun.
Emily is here, milady.
Oh, send her in, will you, Hudson?
Very good, milady.
Come in, Emily.
Well, come over here. I want to talk to you.
Emily, I understand that you have become friendly
with a member of Mrs. Van Groeben's staff,
her footman, William.
It's only fair to tell you
that Mrs. Van Groeben has forbidden William to see you.
[ Hoofbeats ]
And I'm afraid you must respect her wishes
and not try to see him anymore.
That will be all.
You can go now.
Emily, it's not usual for me
to concern myself in matters such as this.
But you must understand -- Mrs. Van Groeben
will dismiss William if he continues to see you.
A boy like that with no references
would find things very difficult.
Oh, you're both so young.
You've your whole lives ahead of you.
Yes, milady.
It will pass, Emily, this hurt you're feeling now.
Truly it will.
You'll learn to put it out of your mind.
And when you marry, it will be to someone you respect
and who'll be your companion.
A passion spends itself very quickly.
Believe me.
You're very young.
You've all your life ahead of you.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Well...Well, what do you want me to write, Emily?
Oh, Mother of God, I can never take in letters.
I have no mind for the written word, Rose.
Put. .."William."
"Dear William."
It has to be "Dear William" in a letter.
"Dear William.
I am lost without..."
Oh, I can't think, Rose. There's nothing in my head.
[Sighs]
"Dear William.
We have been forbidden to see each other,
but I still love you and think of you every day."
How about that, Em? That's a good start.
"If you love me..."
No, Rose. Just write these words.
"You are all that's left on the slate.
Say you love me.
Aoibhinn."
What's that? Is that your name?
How do you spell it?
I don't know.
You better put "Emily" so...
I just want to know he's there.
♫ She went upstairs to go to bed ♫
♫ And calling to her mama said ♫
♫ "Give me a chair till I sit down ♫
♫ And a pen and ink..." ♫
He won't turn up now, you know.
They never do.
They're all the same.
Every man jack of them. [ Chuckles ]
Did you think your William was gonna be any different?
Oh, no, girl, don't wipe 'round the legs.
Move the things proper.
I don't know.
Your work seems to be getting worse and worse every day.
Not that it was ever much to write home about.
Now you've missed a bit there, by the table leg.
A bit of grease.
There! Right under your nose.
Oh, dear.
Mr. Harris was telling me one or two things
about young Master William.
Oh.
Proper little household pet it is, it seems.
[ Chuckling ] That's for sure.
Mrs. Van Groeben, she buys all his clothes
and dresses him up all by herself.
Oh. Unhealthy, I calls it.
Unhealthy.
Oh, get on with your scrubbing, Emily.
You've still got all that washing up to do.
[ Hoofbeats ]
Still no sign of your fancy boy?
Oh.
They're all the same, every man jack of them.
They're only wanting one thing.
They're wanting to tamper with you.
That's what they're wanting to do.
But you wasn't gonna be like that, was you, Emily?
You was going to get married and live happily ever after.
But where was you going to go, Emily?
Employers don't like it, you know,
when their servants want to get married.
And with no references.
Who's going to take a girl who can't do nothing right?
Nothing!
There's a girl here, not long back,
rushed off to get married, and they were so poor --
Are you listening to me, Emily?
They were so poor she had to sell her hair.
Yes, that's right -- the very hair of her head.
And how much do you think she got for it?
Eight shillings and sixpence.
Eight shillings and sixpence for a lovely head of golden hair!
Oh, but you wouldn't do a foolish thing like that, now,
would you, Emily?
I mean to say, he's not worth it.
And from all I can hear from Mr. Harris,
that boy's more interested
in what Mrs. Van Groeben has to offer.
[ Sobbing ]
MRS. BRIDGES: Emily!
There, Emily. What's the matter with you?
[Crying] Nothing. Nothing, Rose, nothing.
Have you been getting at her again, Mrs. Bridges?
I was only telling her a few facts of life, Rose.
Leave me be, that's all. Just leave me be.
Emily.
Emily, child, I'm sorry. I only --
Leave me be.
Have you still heard nothing?
I only wanted to help.
I only wanted to help her.
I'm sure.
[ Hoofbeats ]
Nothing, eh?
Well, look. Cheer up.
You might even see him at the picnic tomorrow.
Rose, it is!
It is, Rose. It's the coach.
It is, honestly! William!
Oh, William!
Oh, and would you look at his gorgeous new uniform?
Here. Don't let him catch you gawping at him, girl.
Bring it in here, lad.
Well, what's all this, then? It's not my birthday.
Something for the outing tomorrow.
- Oh, good. - MRS. BRIDGES: Come here.
- Put it down here. - Yes. Let's see.
Mrs. Van Groeben had it made up specially.
EDWARD: Oh, look at that!
ROSE: Oh, look. Lovely.
Sandwiches. Big red apples.
EDWARD: Rose, we'll be carrying you home as usual.
MRS. BRIDGES: These sandwiches are stale.
We've got to take the hamper back.
I'll take it out to the carriage.
EDWARD: Look at this, Mrs. B.
[ Indistinct conversation]
No point in rushing out there, lass.
Oh, I was --
No point at all.
Oh, Mr. Harris, please, sir.
He's got a lot of big responsibilities, lass.
He's taken a lot on himself.
If you pardon me, sir, I do want to speak to him awful bad.
Now, listen to me, child.
[Sighs]
He's -- He's no time anymore.
No time at all.
He said he hadn't even got time to read this.
So under circumstances,
he reckoned it'd be fairer for thee to have it back.
It's my letter.
It's unopened.
Oh, he's big responsibilities, lass.
He's not given time.
Ah, now, think on tomorrow.
You'll have a grand day tomorrow.
Think on that.
I am.
♫ And every word she dropped a tear ♫
♫ And every line cried, "Willy dear" ♫
♫ Oh, what a foolish girl was I ♫
♫ To be led astray by a butcher boy ♫
[ indistinct conversation in distance ]
Now, listen, if I use these ribbons
and there's a couple of flowers over here, put them on my hat,
you won't know the difference between me and Lady Scott.
What do you think, Mrs. Bridges?
Oh, it'll suit you a treat, Rose.
You'll be the belle of the picnic, all right.
Why don't you change your mind and come, Mrs. Bridges?
No.
I'm too old to go larking about in the woods.
Besides, I've got a lot of work to do clearing up after Emily.
Oh, go on, Mrs. B. You come along, too.
You'd have a topping time.
I've no doubt you'll enjoy yourself, Edward.
- You with all them females. -[ Laughs ]
Our Edward's going to have a bit of competition this time,
'cause there's Taylor, the fancy boy from Lady Templeton's,
and Henry from Lady Prudence.
- He's a one, I can tell you. - Go on, then!
I'll be a girl. I might even fancy Henry.
Please, Edward.
He'd never know the difference.
Oh, you. Edward!
- Give me back my hat. - You come and get it.
You little...
Please, Edward, give it back.
Shh. I'm hiding from Rose.
ROSE: You can't take my only one.
Thinking about tomorrow, eh, Em?
Ha. Well, here you are, then.
You wear that. You'll look even lovelier in that.
Well, you've got to look your best, you know.
It's a big day in a girl's life. [ Laughs ]
[ Sobbing ]
♫ what shall I do? ♫
♫ I want to go to Birmingham ♫
♫ Then take me on to Crewe ♫
♫ Take me back to London just as quickly as you can ♫
♫ Oh, Mr. Porter, what a silly girl I am ♫
♫ Oh, Mr. Porter, what shall I do? ♫
♫ I want to go to Birmingham ♫
♫ Then take me on to Crewe ♫
♫ Take me back to London quickly as you can ♫
♫ Oh, Mr. Porter, what a silly girl I am ♫
-on. - HUDSON: Right, then.
Take that out to the omnibus, Edward, and look sharp.
Time you were off.
Emily's saving me a place on top of the bus.
Emily? She's not on the bus yet.
Well, where is she, then?
Oh, go and find her quickly, Rose.
Yes, Mr. Hudson.
♫ ...quickly as you can ♫
♫ Oh, Mr. Porter, what a silly girl I am ♫
[ indistinct conversations, laughter]
Oh, I better go out to the bus and pacify them.
We could not have planned it better.
God has certainly smiled on us to give us such a perfect day.
They sound so happy and excited.
Like children going to the seaside.
I'm only afraid they'll enjoy it too much.
My constitution couldn't stand a regular nature ramble.
[ Laughs ]
Won't it be fun to see their faces when we serve them tea?
I suppose it'll do us all a bit of good, don't you think?
Hudson will let us know when they're ready to leave.
Emily.
[ Gasps ]
Emily.
Oh, my God. Emily.
[ Indistinct conversations, laughter]
[indistinct singing]
[ Indistinct conversation, laughter]
♫ A-dilly, a-dally, a-dally and a-dilly ♫
[Horns blowing, indistinct conversation]
Edward. Edward, we can't go.
Somethings happened to Emily.
Come on.
What a time it takes to get
a handful of servants and picnic hampers into an omnibus.
Anyone would think they were packing for the North Pole.
I'm sure they'll be ready to leave soon.
Ah. At last.
♫ Give me your answer, do ♫
♫ I'm half crazy all for the love of you ♫
May I speak to you privately, milady?
Yes, Hudson. Would you excuse me?
♫ I can't afford a carriage ♫
♫ But you'll look sweet upon the seat ♫
♫ Of a bicycle made for two ♫
[ Laughter]
I expect they've dropped all the lemonade all over the pavement,
the silly creatures.
♫ ...of you ♫
♫ It won't be a stylish marriage ♫
I think perhaps you'd better go on with the picnic without us.
What has happened?
It's our kitchen maid. She's...
She's had an accident.
Oh, shame.
Hudson has gone out to explain to the other servants.
I'm so sorry.
All right. Off you go.
♫ Daisy, Daisy ♫
♫ Give me your answer, do ♫
♫ I'm half crazy all for the love of you ♫
♫ It won't be a stylish marriage... ♫
Right there.
Excuse me, Mr. Hudson.
What did the sergeant say, Mr. Hudson?
What's going to happen to her?
- Up your end, Mr. Lowe. - Down your end.
- Poor Emily. - No disrespect intended, miss.
It's all been taken care of.
- Awkward, these little rooms. - That's right.
MAN: Righto, Mr. Lowe.
All right.
[Both grunting]
Take it easy, Mr. Lowe.
Easy, now. That's it.
Steady, now.
There.
Right.
Mr. Hudson,
I wonder, would you mind taking a peep out of that window,
see whether or no our van has returned?
If you would be so kind.
[Sighs]
- Be so kind. - Yes.
[Clears throat]
I'm afraid not.
Oh, dear.
Would there be any objection
if we was to wait in there for a bit?
It isn't the time to be seen in the street.
Not under such delicate circumstances.
- Quite. - Please. This way.
Thank you. Righto.
To you, Mr. Lowe. That's it. Steady.
In you go.
That's right.
Oh, yes.
Just bung her on the table.
Here.
Moving up-
[Grunts]
Right.
[Exhales deeply]
Whew.
[Exhales deeply]
Would you care for a cup of tea while you're waiting?
Oh. Most kind.
MR. LOWE: Most kind.
Rose.
MRS. BRIDGES: [ Sobbing ]
Poor child.
And me with never a kind word for her.
Don't take on so, Mrs. Bridges.
She thought the world of you.
Did she?
She had precious little cause to.
Oh, God forgive me.
I could have helped her.
I could have done something.
[Sobs]
Oh, thank you.
MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, God, no.
[ Sobs ] No.
Nice cup of tea.
Very nice.
She was Catholic, you know.
- Ah. - In mortal sin, eh?
God will forgive her.
Where will they bury her?
Not in consecrated ground, Mr. Hudson.
No, no. Of course not.
Well, after the autopsy at the morgue,
the doctors will decide, when they're done with her.
Doctors?
Well, they like to think she'll be benefiting mankind.
Medical research, you see.
They prefers them young and healthy.
May the Lord have mercy on her soul.
[ Hoofbeats ]
She had so few things.
But they were hers, after all.
EMILY: ♫ He went upstairs, and the door he broke ♫
♫ He found her hanging from a rope ♫
♫ He took his knife and he cut her down ♫
♫ And in her pocket, these words he found ♫
♫ "Oh, make my grave large, wide, and deep ♫
♫ Put a marble stone near me head and feet ♫
♫ And in the middle a turtledove ♫
♫ That the world may know I died from love" ♫
[ Hoofbeats ]
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