Berkeley Square (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Ladybird, Ladybird - full transcript

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Enjoy your weekend.

Good morning, children.

Good morning, Miss Turner.

Thank you.

We did Australia today.

Miss Turner said I draw a picture of
a platypus because I couldn't spell it.

Oy, we're very lucky to have
such a good governess.

Now then, last one to clear it away

has to sing God save the King
without laughing.

Well, what have you been up to, I wonder.



I beg your pardon.

Name in the newspaper and everything.

Nanny Simmons is just teasing

Now then, wash your hands before lunch
and go, go, go, go...

Teasing, ay?

If Miss Hannah Randall,

last heard of in the service
of Lady Harmonsworth of Lynnfall

near Halifax,

would contact Mrs. Scotton McCoy,

solicitors of Knightsbridge,

she will hear something to her advantage.

Let me see?

I may not have been a lady's maid

but I can read every bit as well as you.



I'm sure you can, Nanny Simmons.
I just like to see for myself.

Funny that, I had the impression

you left you under a bit of a cloud as it were

being you never speak
about them or anything.

I know as much as you do,
Nanny Simmons.

I'll ask Mrs. Hutchinson
if you can use a telephone, if you like.

Or I could telephone for you, if you're a
bit nervous.

No, thank you.

The Master and Mrs. seem well enough
pleased with him.

The boy hasn't said anything?

Still thinks we're playing spies.

Where you going with them?

You told me to clean the decanters so
I'm gonna clean them.

Put it down there.

How are you getting on with Nanny, now?

I'm okay. All I'm doing is
being nice as pie, all around.

Anyway, I've hardly seen Nanny.

Good.

Just you behave yourself.
I know what you're like with the girls.

Don't we just?

Newspaper.
What?

Look, I'm a big boy now.

Keep me out there.
Stay a safe distance from anyone.

Just as long you don't seem standoffish.

You don't want to put anyone's back out.

Right, mother.

And when I need help standing on the
tightrope, I'll ask for it, alright?

Bertie, have you ever met a spy?

How should I know?

The whole point about being a spy
is that you don't tell anyone.

Go and put your good
suit on, Master Albert.

Why?

Because I say so.

You've a very special surprise in store.

You're going to visit your brother at
school this afternoon with mama and papa.

So there's absolutely no reason
she shouldn't go, is there?

I shall look after baby Charles.

It's nothing I expect.
Just my old employers

trying to contact me.

You've probably left something behind.

Yes.

Then if they've gone to all the trouble of
placing the advertisement,

you're duty-bound to answer it.

I'll go and speak to Madame.

Is she always like that?

Run and say goodbye to Bertie.

What's the matter?
Why don't you want to go?

Matty, I was dismissed from my last job
without references.

Had to forge a letter to get the job here.

You never did.

Please, don't think ill of me.

I had very good reasons.

If you say so.

Goodness, do you that's what
the advertisement's about?

Well, I can't think of anything else.

Is that for serve on Sunday dinner?

No, it is not.

It's for upstairs, Sunday lunch.

Staff are eating cold, Sunday night.

What?

Me and Cook are off at Sunday.

His Majesty King Edward is paying
for our dinner.

I'm surprised you're going out with
a King's dinner.

Seeing that the coronation
is off till he's better.

I wouldn't dare.

We're off to the one in Covent Garden.

Kobe the green grocer says they got

Chinese lanterns, flowers, the lot.

Don't worry.

Cook will leave you some
of it, nice on a plate.

Yeah, the white bonnet with white trim,
I think, Lydia, now that we're in July.

Yes, Nanny.

Wiill your friends be in the park?

I expect so, if that's alright.

I hear very satisfactory
reports of Nanny Wickham.

Very highly spoken of.

She's nice.

Nobody seems to know
anything about nursemaid Randall, mind.

She's nice too.

I'm told she was seen cuddling the infant.

In that nursery, we feel it's a...
an encouraging start.

Please.

I was told I might expect a prompt response
to our advertisement.

Now then. You are Miss Hannah Randall.

Currently residing at...

Why do you need to know that?

So that the person will know where to
deliver any correspondence.

Number five Berkeley Square, London

Now, Miss Randall.

What's sits in the smallest drawer on the left
hand side of Lady Harmondsworth's dressing table?

A small silver box chased with ivy leaves

containing a lock of her own mothers' hair.

Good, that confirms you ridentity.

Now, I'm given to understand

that you are the mother of
William John Randall,

born on the second day of February 1902

and fathered by the late
William Albert Harmon

Vicount Stebbins of Lin Thorpe near Halifax.

Miss Randall, I'm not here
to pass judgment

Is my information correct?

Yes.

What is all this about?

I am instructed to offer this
for your inspection.

500 pounds.

Which is yours on signature

of this document.

Allow me.

In consideration of 500 pounds, I hereby
relinquish all parental, legal and moral rights

in the infant William John Randall

and give him for all time into the care
and keeping of his paternal grandmother,

the Countess of Harmondsworth.

I pledge on earth that I will make no

attempt to see speak or make us contest...

She want to buy my baby?

Miss Randall.

She wants to buy my baby?

She had me dismissed from service.

She threatened to disinherit her only son
for his association with me.

She instructed the local doctor not to
deliver my child,

the local parson not to christen my child,

she had me cast out of my home

and now she wants to buy my baby.

Never! Til hell freezes over
will I let that woman near my son.

Good afternoon, Randall.

Come on, just one mint humbug, please?
They're my favorite.

No, they're for Nanny.

Gibbons, what's in there?

What's in where?

In there

Three times I seen his Lordship going in
and coming out

Always when you don't think anyone's there.

Always look in the door ever so carefully.

Aha, well, he would, wouldn't he?

Considering what's in there?

What?

Not saying. You won't give me a
mint humbug, I'm not telling you anything.

Well, you know Lady Constance is his
Lordships second wife.

Well, that's where he keeps the first one.

No!

True.

All wrapped up and embalmed like
one of them Egyptian mummies.

Only he didn't do it as
well as the Egyptians.

She's in there, falling to pieces.

You! How can you say such disgusting
things in front of his little ears.

We're not listening to anymore of this
nonsense, are we?

With respect lady Harmonsworth,

I think that any mother is entitled
to be reassured

as to the secure and continued
welfare of her child

before giving it up.

I am NOT giving him up.

Then you are more selfish and
self-serving than I thought.

The child will be brought up by
accomplished nurses and governesses.

At the appropriate time, he will be sent to
his father's old school.

If he shares my son's intelligence,
he will be sent up Oxford.

If not, he will be found
suitable employment on the estate.

What can you offer him?

His own mother.

Then let us hope he is grateful
to his own mother.

When he learns what she has turned down
on his behalf.

Why?

Why now?

Why were there no generous gestures
a year ago when they were so sorely needed?

A year ago, I still had my son,

and thought to have him til my
death, not his.

There was a future

which might have,

would have held the
prospect of reconcilation.

You robbed me of that future.

As you robbed me of mine.

How dare you.

You seduced William from his virtue

and from the goodwill of his parents.

I did not.

Had it not been for you, he would have
never taken part in that ridiculous race.

Had it not been for you, my son
would be alive and well...

That is a lie.

You owe me a son!

Ladies.

I beg you.

Now I understand.

You want to buy a child to
keep him hidden out of sight, out of mind.

You tell me that you do want a son,

that he shall have all the love and
favors of a son,

that he shall inherit titles
and estates as a son.

Then who we may have grounds
for a discussion.

Until then, Lady Harmonsworth,
we do not.

Good day to you, sir.

Calm yourself, Lady Harmonsworth.

Intense grief breeds a terrible kind of
madness, Mr. Scott.

I must apologize

I told the Cook you not need a sweetening up

so she made a cake especially.

How kind.

Matty, I don't suppose I could have
Sunday night off, could I?

Sorry, Pringle. I'm off to the
Kings dinner down in Limehouse.

What will it be like?

Well, they have pianos, singers,
everything like that.

Everyone in London is going somewhere
nice on Sunday to have their Kings dinner,

except me.

I have something cold, on a plate.

Oh nevermind,
I'll keep you company.

There.
That should keep you going for a bit.

Thank you.

What would it entail Mr. Scott?

Well, one can appoint who ever one wishes
as an heir to the estate.

It would be a question of Lord Harmonsworth
making the appropriate change in his will.

But to inherit a title would mean a
legal adoption of the child.

How many would know of his true
parentage?

As many as you choose to tell
outside this room.

I see.

Lady Harmonsworth,

is this the course of action
you would seriously wish to consider?

He is my grandson.

If the girl is adamant,

Well, I could put a new proposal
to her,

if Lord Harmonsworth...
Mr. Scott,

My husband knows nothing of my
visit to London.

If I am to go to the considerable effort of
persuading him

that this is a right and
proper course of action,

I, myself, must be certain
that this is indeed my grandchild

One never knows with these girls.

I wish to see the baby.

Now then,
what happened at the solicitor's office?

Come in.

Good afternoon, Nanny Simmons.

Sorry to interrupt your tea.

This was delivered by
hand five minutes ago.

Thank you, Mr. Bowles.

Yes, of course.

Tea, please, Randall.

Your principal wishes to advance
negotiations began today

in a manner satisfactory to all parties.

What's that supposed to mean?

Is the letter addressed to me?

Nanny Simmons, this is a private letter.

In this nursery, my girl,
I decide what's private.

Can I help you, Weston?

No, thank you Mr. Fowler.

It's Gibbons, you see, so...

Young footman are notorious for their
juvenile sense of humor, I'm afraid.

They means no harm as a rule but
in your position,

I would take steps to
establish a firm line.

What do you mean?

A line between acceptable teasing
and taking liberties, Lydia.

Oh, right.

Well, you really had me going
for a minute, Mr. Fowler.

He's awful with those stories,
this Gibbons.

Mr. Fowler?

Ah, Fowler.

We're off now.

I won't detain you long.

As most of you know Mrs. Hutchinson and
I had intended to leave for India

at the end of the summer.

However, circumstances dictate that I now
must take up my posting at the earliest

possible moment.

Therefore, we shall be departing
for Southampton tomorrow and

sailing from there first thing on
Monday morning.

As it's a relatively short posting
of one year,

we have decided that Master Albert
should remain here

and that the households would
function as normal.

We have every confidence that things will
run smoothly under Mr. Bowles' supervision,

and our solicitor Mr. Thorndike here is
authorized to deal with any queries or

problems that may arise during our absense.

That is all.

On behalf of the household staff, sir,

may I wish you and Mrs. Hutchison on a
splendid voyage

and the very best of good
fortunes in your new appointment.

Thank you.

I didn't say I didn't want to go.

I merely said I was little surprised by
your sudden affection for the Hutchinsons.

I've always enjoyed her company.

Besides, you'll enjoy the gardens at the club.

Edward, I want a word with you.

Oh yeah, what about?

You lied to me.

You're not a spy, at all, are you?

How you regard the Kings dinner, George?

Oh, it'll be quite jolly.

Lord Chief Justice told me he'd never
peeled a potato in his life.

but it's more symbolic, I suppose.

You know the highest in the land,
dishing out supper to the lowest.

Absolutely right and proper.

I will be a wrench for Mrs. Hutchinson
to leave the boys, surely.

More of a wrench to seeing popping off
with cholera or beri beri or whatever.

No place for nippers, India.

No.

Let's just hope that
the lowest in the land

don't see it as an
excuse for idle mockery.

Well, I shall don a pinafore and wield a
ladle with a stout heart

and if anyone cares to laugh at me,
they're jolly welcome to.

Of course, it will suit Mrs. Hutchinson down
to the ground.

She's been dying to be a
(unknown) for years.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Mrs St. John.

A delightful surprise.

Captain Mason.

Ah, Captain John Hardy.
This is Mrs. St. John.

Madame.

Frightful bounder, this one.

Promised me a horse race in the park

tomorrow afternoon and now tells me has
be on duty or some such nonsense.

I should have to race on my own now,
shant I?

In which case, you'll be certain to win,
won't you?

Let us hope so.

But you said...
No, no, no. Now look.

You're the one said I was a spy, all right,
not me.

What were you doing in the storeroom?

Are you trying to steal things?

Excuse me, Master Tom.
I have my duties to attend to.

I want to know!

If you don't tell me,
I'll tell papa about your hiding.

We can't talk here.

Right.

Come with me.

Miss Randall, your conversation of yesterday
led Lady Harmonsworth to understand

that you'd approached the question
of her grandson in a rather simplistic way.

She would consider adopting Billy
as a legal heir?

If terms can be arranged that are
acceptable to all sides.

Well, she can't cut me out of his life.

Nobody needs know I'm his mother
but I have to be near him.

Miss Randall,

Lady Harmonsworth has
Billy's best interests at heart.

If your presence contributes to his
welfare, she'll go along with that.

Well, she never did before.

She wasn't a lonely, frightened,
old woman before.

I propose that Miss Thomas and myself take
young Billy to Lady Harmonsworth at her hotel

allow her to satisfy herself that it is
indeed her grandson,

and then return him to you in
no more than a couple of hours.

Now, perhaps tomorrow would be suitable
if you can make the afternoon available?

I'm not sure.

Miss Randall,

you have my word that all will be
conducted with absolute propriety.

I shall be personally responsible for
Billy's safety.

I'm good with children, Miss Randall.

I'll see he comes to no harm.

You took my place as her new lady's maid?

That's right.

How do you get on with her?

I'm thick-skinned.
It helps.

Give me a piece of paper.
I'll write down the address.

No skin off my nose if the
old man wants to go on jonifications.

You're look after me, won't you?

Indeed Master Hugh.

Your trunk's in your room, sir.

Riley's unpacking it for you now.

Oh, Riley's still here, is she?

Good to know.

Don't go away.
I've got something for you.

An anarchist track from the
Paris revolutionaries.

Should be just up your street, ay Fowler?

and something a little more
pictorial for you.

Most thoughtful, sir.

My pleasure.

Right.
Nice to see you both.

I'll go off and say hello to Riley.

Cheeky.

What does he think I am?

A servant.

I'm gonna ban jam rolly polly between
April and September.

What Nanny wants, Nanny gets.

Mrs. McClusky, has Tom been down here?

I sent him down ages ago to
fetch the makings for peppermint creams.

What? You done and lost him?

I've searched the entire house.

He didn't go out through here.

We wouldn't have let him do that, dear.
Not on his own.

Oh, lord, what time are the Master
and Mistress due home?

Not for a bit yet, I shouldn't think.

You look in the master's study,

we'll search down here.

He's bound to be somewhere.

I've never done this before.

No, and you'll never do it again without
me holding onto you.

Understood?
Understood.

Thank you.

Welcome.

So, we friends then?

I didn't mean to be horrid.

Yeah, my fault for telling fibs.

When your somewhere you shouldn't be,

you say the first thing that comes
in your head, sometimes, don't you?

Especially because I was scared.

Scared?

Yeah. Being caught hiding
in a strange house.

But you knew you were
going to have a job here.

It was only a bit out in the cold
for one night, even if you did break in.

Even so.

I think it's awful that people
don't have beds to go to.

Is your bed here alright?
It's just fine.

Listen Tom.

You've been very nice to me but I still
like you keep all of this under your hat.

if that's all right.

And I you to keep this place
under your hat.

Nobody knows I come here.
Only you.

Spit and shake

They're back.

What?

You sure?

They're early.
You gonna tell them?

Don't see I have any choice.

Look after Harriet, please.

What rhymes with May?
Thomas St. John.

Where on earth have you been?

I've you been looking everywhere
for you.

I've spent the last hour and thirty
minutes. Been worried half to death.

Hey, hey, hey.

He's here now.
Don't frighten the boy.

Don't frighten the boy?

What do you think he's been doing to me
for the last two hours?

A moment ago, it was an hour and
thirty minutes.

Don't you split hairs with me.

It's not funny!

I was just about to tell the Master
and Mistress.

Yeah, alright.
Alright.

Sorry.
Just calm down.

Where did you find him?

We was...in there.
The boy was showing me his old toys.

I looked in there 20 minutes ago.

Then we were probably in the garden.

Look, I haven't had time to find
my way around half the house.

I found them in the scullery and
I was going to show him the stables.

Don't go on at him.
It's my fault, not his.

Go to the nursery, please Tom.

Your sister's been most
anxious about you as well.

Hey.
I'm sorry you were worried.

He's a boy.
Let him off the leash a bit.

I'm not paid to let my
children off the leash.

I'm paid to look after him and
I will do it as I see fit.

Yeah, I'm sure you will.

Poor little blighters.

Boo!

Gibbons, you...

You're not Gibbons.

No, I know.

What are you doing giving me frights
like that for?

Sorry, Nanny.
I couldn't resist it.

Well, make more of an effort next
time, if you please.

Yes.

New here, are you?

Yes, Nanny.

Well, I'll let it go this time
seeing that you're new

but don't you try taking liberties
with me again.

No, Nanny.

and don't think telling anyone
I was peeking where I shouldn't either.

No, alright, I won't.

So, it wasn't about
your reference then?

No

Is there anything I can do?

I only wish there were.

Well, you could look after Bertie
for me tomorrow, that would help at bit.

Ya, of course.

Well, Mr. Bowles says I don't
have to put up with it

so I 'm not going to and that's that.

I know you all think I'm countryfied but
I'm learning very fast indeed.

So, Hannah, which Kings
dinner are you going to?

I'm not going to any.

Do any you want come on our street? Be fun

Proper dinner, mug of beer,
a bit of the sing song.

It's all free.
It'll be a laugh.

I can't really.

Of course, you can.
Matty will be there, won't you doll?

Yeah, I will.

Come on.
We'll make a party of it.

Well, I'd like that.

Come on, Hannah we'll all go.

I think Hannah might have other
things to attend to.

Her family's going abroad tomorrow.
There'll be lots to do.

Oh, never mind.

We can still go there, can't we?

Hello.

How'd you?

What are you doing?
Come on.

See?

The finest treasures of the Orient, Nanny.

It's just a lot of old pots...

Oh, very pretty pots and
all that but just pots.

I thought it was going to be
something extraordinary but...

Thank you very much for showing me.
Best get these back to the nursery.

You stupid girl!

Oh, no, it couldn't have been very
valuable, could it?

So, you're not too sad about mama and
papa going away for a bit then?

No, I've still got you.

And me.

Everything will be perfectly alright
while your parents are gone.

Wash your hands for dinner now,
please, Master Albert.

Off you go.

Well, what happened.

Now that they've found you, will you go
back and housekeep for your Uncle?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'd much rather stay here.

Oh, by the way, Mrs. St. John has
invited Master Albert

over to spend the day with Tom
and Harriet tomorrow

to cheer him up.
So, may I take day off?

After Master and Mistress have
left, naturally.

A stupid joke on my part, father

and it went dreadfully wrong.

I can only apologize.

How did you get in?

I took the spare key from the pantry.

Shung.

Over 3,000 years old.

Lydia.

It's not the girl's fault.
I told you.

Lydia, please take Ivo back to the nursery.

His Lordship will speak with you later.

Fowler, can you help Lydia upstairs?

I always did know how to make an
entrance, aye pa?

You're a complete ass, you.

Always were.

Welcome home.

I don't know if you'll be dismissed.

When you go down to see his Lordship,

you'll tell the truth and shame the devil.

You admit to folly and insolence

and apologize with humility.

But it was Lord Hugh.

Master Hugh is a young gentleman
of the house.

Now go along.

Actuially Connie, even the ancient
Chinese sometimes threw rotten pots.

It wasn't that special.

The value is not the point.

The point is that Hugh took advantage
of a young girl's ignorance of naivety

to make a fool of her.

Now you two may laugh it off but how
do you think she's feeling right now?

I held up my hands.
What more do you want?

I want you to make it right with her.

What were you saying yesterday
about the highest in land

having a duty of service to the lowest?

Well, how is she to recognize value
unless it's taught to her?

Weston is waiting in the tea, sir.

Is she now?

Rightio, thank you.

I won't be a tick.

Not a Republican, are we Connie?

[Music]

Be the very best of boys for mama.

Everything's safe in your
capable hands, what.

That's the spirit.

[Music]

There was a young lady from Hyde,
Who ate a green apple and died,

While her lover lamented,
The apple fermented,

and made cider inside her inside.

That's my boy.

Was that piece had broke
really 3,000 years old?

Only it didn't look like much.

Well, this particular Chinese emperor

used to eat off rough clay plates

that were made that morning
and broken that night

to stop any lesser mortal using them.

Well, there's a thing.

The trick is, Weston, never
judge a book by its cover.

I think that's what we all need to
remember from this little episode.

Yes, sir

Nor a pot by its color.

Jove, yes, that's the ticket.

You seem to know an awful
lot about history and that, sir.

Everyone has something they're good at.

Yes, that's what Nanny Collins says.

That's where I first heard it.

I'm certainly more at home among
ancient pots than cooking pots,

I'll tell you that.

I'm preparing dinner for a hundred
people this evening.

I'm quite out of my depth.

No, no that's what I'm good at, see.

Been making Irish suppers since I was 10.

Meat and potato pie, the lot.

Have you, by jove.

What happened, girl?
Have you been dismissed?

Look, I'll talk to him.

I can't be expected to manage on my own
at such short notice.

I'm not being dismissed.

First, he showed me around the China room
so I wouldn't need to be curious anymore.

Oh?

And then, he said I could make up for
the breakage by helping him

and all the other lords make a big
supper down on East End tonight.

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

Oh, my heart would be so bruised.

Not as sore as yours, of course.

But on the other hand to think of Billy
grown up as a great Lord

with everything his heart desires
as with you and me with an easy life.

It's hard to say no.

That's just it, isn't it.

I don't know what to do.

Let's play a game.

Yes, let's play a game.
Make it easier.

Pretend Billy is his father

and imagine in your head whatever your

William said about family, school,
all things.

And then see if you'd like it for Billy.

He said that if I was the first
person to ever say I love you.

I can't.

I can't do it, Mrs. B.

Goodbye, easy life.

I have no excuses Harry,
I simply lost my nerve.

It just let me seem so cold and calculating.

Not treacherous?

To you?

To your husband.

I'm ashamed to say that wasn't
the first thought in my mind.

Don't laugh at me, Harry

I'm not.

Matter of fact, I'm
smiling with relief.

I didn't like the idea of
severing relations quite yet.

I seem to have got rather
attached, Victoria.

Is it so wrong to hanker
after a little romance?

Now, my dear, it is not.

But you have to forgive me.
I tend to go like a bull at a gate.

Get out of the habit of
being tender.

I feel very foolish.

I think you're a delight.

Just wait here, will you.
We won't be long.

So, I'm ever so sorry but
I shan't be able to come with you tonight.

I should think not. Not if you're
hob knobbing with all the big wigs.

That' really exciting for you, Lydia.

Do you know where you'll be?

St. Marks Hall, Inkomin Street. Nine mums.

What?

What are you laughing?

What have I done wrong now?

I'm so sorry to have dragged
you all the way down here

just to say I've changed my mind.

Well, better now than when
it's too late, Miss Randall.

That's the way the
tragedies are made.

Well, no matter how hard it is
for me and Billy,

I can't part with him.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

I wouldn't part with him if he was mine.

I wish you the best of fortune.

Thank you.

Your cake,
speciality of Poland.

How splendid.

I won't, thank you.

You sure?
May I?

Of course.

Oh, he could take as much of that as
you can give him.

I take him out to see all flags and he,

He waves his little hand.

Shall we go and look
at all the pretty flags?

Shall we?

Well, what do you think?

Splendid.

It's my mother's recipe.

For what it's worth, Miss. Randall, I think
you have made the right decision.

Afternoon, we out, China?

Hello, skipper.

Tom, you two upstairs please.
I'll take Bertie.

Bye Bertie.

I would be most grateful if you kept
your slang to yourself in the future.

Afternoon, Nanny.

Such a fine day.

I really must get back to Berkeley Square,
Mrs. B, or they'll wonder where I've got to.

Miss Thomas and I will take you in the cab.

Thank you.

Enjoy your Kings dinner tonight.

I have excellent appetite.

Lily, did you see a young lady with a
baby passing by?

What? In a fancy gray frock?

That's her.

Well, she just got in a big
carriage at the end of the street.

Why?

I swear, I was not party to this.

Where is my baby?

The Halifax train leaves
St. Pancras on the hour.

You can manage without Lydia this evening,
Mrs. Collins.

Perfectly well.
Thank you, your Ladyship.

You sure you won't join your father for
the Kings dinner, Hugh?

Lord, no.

You put up new wallpaper, Connie

Do you object?

No, why on earth should I?

If anyone is going to accompany Pa at an
outing, it should be you.

One mearly feels that it should take longer
than a few weeks to earn such favor.

Mama would never have allowed a nursemaid
to get...

Americans have such strange ideas
sometimes, don't you think?

I should never have trusted her.

I should never have allowed you to.

Ain't even been peeled yet.

Apparently, the woman who was organizing
this side of things has gone down with colic.

Wow

Let's get on with it then, haven't we?

What is it?
Why have we stopped?

The streets are all up for the party.

We're just seeing someone off.

Ain't you gonna come in, Mrs. B?

It's starting in a sec.

Not yet.

You go on.

At least come in and have
your photograph took.

Might never have another chance.

Give me my baby.

Never.

Give him to me.

No,

don't you understand?

He's all I have...
Lady Harmonsworth...

This won't bring back your son.
Now, please.

William is gone

and I am going to have to live with
that for a lot longer than you are

now give me my child.

No!

Make her a contract.

Give her whatever she wants.

And I shall take that contract and
I shall show it to everyone I can

To the newspapers, dignitaries

Do you really think Mr. Scott
would give it to you?

No, I shan't give it to her.

I'll take it to the papers myself.

and I suspect I know a great many more
influential editors that Miss Randall does.

Another two minutes, your Lordship,
and drain in the sink, mash them,

and put in a bit of butter about the size
of a coxes orange pippen.

Is there any salt on the table?

Don't think so.

Best put in another teaspoon, I think.
Right you are, Weston.

And how are the carrots, your Lordship?

Five minutes and we'll be there.

Save some for me, hey.

Of course.

My best girl is Lydia.

Oh, go on with you.

Could we have that lovely young lady
up on stage with the band, do you think?

[Applause]

Hannah!

How long did her Ladyship say
the journey was?

As long as it takes, Clarissa.

Mrs. Bronowski was my landlady when
I first came to London.

She's been very kind to me.

How do you do?

Hannah is so stupid.

She takes my only grandchild for walking
doesn't come back for hours and hours.

Ritchie Scott.
I'm an old friend of the family.

Mrs. Bronowski's family.

How do you do?

So, Richie let's take a place
before there is no place left.

Everything alright?
Yes.

Right.

Everyone raise your glasses please.

Now, a rousing cheer of God Save the King.
After three.

Everybody ready?

Who's smiling?

One, two, three.

God Save the King.