Berkeley Square (1998–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Pocket Full of Posies - full transcript
* Subtitles custom made by
Jos Carrera for his beautiful bride *
Lydia!
Remember you're pushing a perambulator,
not a wheelbarrow.
Yes, Nanny Collins.
That girl's come on in leaps and
bounds since you took her in hand.
You try to set an example.
Stoney faced old crows
What did you say?
Little pitchers have big ears?
Now, who do you think
can run to the pond first?
Me!
Me!
Ready!
Steady!
Go!
Never fails.
Oh, freedom!
Nanny Simmons up to her usual tricks?
Oh, she's been foul ever since Mr Bowles
had a word about the christening cup.
Even Fowler than usual.
Hmm, guilty conscience?
Put it this way. She's just bought
herself a very expensive new hat.
George, he's got a new hat.
The Homburg, it's called.
It's ever so dashing.
I'm surprise you've a hand on the fit?
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh, your wasting your time.
She's in love.
Besotted.
Oh, we all know who you've
been making eyes at.
Lydia,
we're only teasing.
Well, you wouldn't say he was bigheaded if
you knew how nice he treats everyone.
It's funny, isn't it?
He's a gentleman but he's the
same really as other men,
but he isn't.
Has Miss Hutchinson arrived yet, Hannah?
Oh, she's due today.
I thought you'd welcome a bit of new blood.
Just what I need. Some toffee-nosed
little madam to tell me what to do.
But you're prone to expecting the worst?
Tom won't let Bertie have any
more breads for the ducks.
And Bertie got upset. And Tom called him
a bad name and he ran away.
I'm not telling tales.
No rest for the wicked.
Poor little mites.
Eight of them dead out by Limehouse.
It was in The Chronicle.
That is a terrible thing, typhoid fever.
Yeah, I had a death with it
when I was with my Vicounts family.
Oh, poor little boy.
It started with him being fussy.
Wouldn't eat a thing.
Then he got a dreadful headache and
before we knew it he was burning up.
You'd have thought the poor little
creature had been dipped in pink paint.
Rash of spots. Oh, it's a sight
you don't forget in a hurry.
There'll be more than eight dead in
the East End before this is over.
You mark my words.
Typhoid fever spreads like wildfire.
No more dawdling, Bertie.
Come on.
What is the East End?
Is it where they have princes
riding on elephants?
These seem most appropriate, Mrs. McCluskey.
Although I'm a little concerned about
the strawberry tarts for tomorrow.
Cooks hand with pastry of late
has been a little heavier than it might be.
I'll have a word, ma'am.
And will you ask Edward to deliver these?
Of course, ma'am.
Tom has something to say, haven't you?
Sorry, Bertie.
You alright?
You look like you've lost
a shilling and found sixpence.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Mrs St. John wants these delivered.
Top one who needs an answer.
Right you are.
You're looking very nice.
Suits you.
Just as well, since I
wear every day of the week.
Still, brings out your eyes.
It's more blue.
It's green.
Mrs. St. John wants them
letters delivered today.
Nanny Wickham.
Hands washed, I won't be a minute.
Yes, madam.
If you try, I do not wish to see the
children playing in the gutter
while you consort with the footman.
Yes, madam.
Sorry, madam.
Look. Come on.
Quickly, look.
Is this Charlotte's cup?
I think it's probably best Bertie if
we don't mention this to Nanny Simmons.
Lucky little devil.
Is that Master Hugh?
It is, indeed.
Here for dear old nursery tea.
I don't remember that you were
ever particularly fond of tea.
I'm mad about the stuff.
Well, you might fetch the tray
instead of standing there gawking.
Tell them Master Hugh doesn't like China.
Yes, Nanny Collins
That's China tea, Lydia.
Randall?
Yes, Mr. Bowles.
I, um
I wanted to clear up this matter
of the Christening cup.
Ah, it's come to light.
As I said it would.
Children can be very devious,
in my experience.
They'll often lay the blame on others
to prevent themselves getting into trouble.
Yes, Mr Bowles.
So, we'll hear no more about it?
Randall?
No, Mr. Bowles.
I trust nothing of the
kind will happen again.
No.
Thank you, Lord Hugh.
Here, let me take it.
You'll do no such thing, young strapping
girl like that. Put it here.
Eric or Little by Little?
Dreadful pie nonsense.
And a little piety would do you no harm.
I remember reading that to you.
It's a lovely story.
Unspeakable little beast.
I don't suppose you were
ever subjected to it?
Oh, no sir.
Good afternoon.
Hugh, this is becoming
something about habit.
One of the few which is both
pleasant and utterly harmless.
He sleep.
Do you think he's well?
He smells, old, sour.
You don't think it's a symptom
of the typhoid, do you?
This is schmultz.
I put schmultz, that's chicken fat,
on his chest
and I also sew it into
his beds, for protection.
Always this works against disease.
Detectives investigating...
the death perpetrated in Limehouse
in May have been assisted by a new
description of the man responsible.
The man, believed to be a member
of a gambling syndicate,
is in his middle 20s, of tall and
athletic build with brown hair.
The description was made by
felon recently apprehended
who confessed to being at the
fight when a murder took place.
and from which the suspect absconded.
Wild goose chase.
If is said a one-armed midget
with a ginger beard,
there might have stood some chance
at spotting this bloke.
Good afternoon, Nanny Wickham.
Good afternoon.
I was a trying to match the thread for
Harriet's Fennell petticoat.
I wondered if you have any.
Mary taken any become
to the sewing room.
There's bound to be something
there to suit.
Thank you, Mrs. McCluskey.
Think she was listening?
Nah, she wouldn't.
Too much of a goody two-shoes.
Some would call it respecting
people's privacy.
Well, look at him?
She'll be respecting your privacy
from now on, at any rate.
What you're on about?
Mrs. St. John sent her off with a flea in
her ear for talking to you in the square.
You promise you'll get a message
to me if his poorly?
A girl in next street, my neighbor
she has a baby, like you
and has to work, like you.
She pays this woman
to keep her little girl in Uxbridge
in the country.
A baby farm?
This is a respectable woman.
I'll miss Billy but there is no
typhoid fever in Uxbridge.
Thank you.
Here, please, take him.
For you.
What is it?
To have Billy close.
Oh, you mustn't spend your
money on me, Mrs. Bronowski.
Who said I spent any money?
Thank you.
You'll miss your train.
Mrs. Hutchinson's arrived.
She's with an older lady
That'll be Mrs. Hutchinson's aunt
Mrs. Euphemia Saunders,
I think she's called.
She made Mrs. Hutchinson's match
with Mr. Hutchinson.
It's a shame they can't be here
to see to their needs themselves.
I've never mind sorting
out heathens abroad.
It's terribly late in the season
for her to be starting, poor girl.
What was it she had she had?
She had scarlet fever, I think.
Or measles.
Have they cut off her hair?
She's gone inside.
Come in.
Evening.
Hello.
Sorry.
I came to say, I hope I didn't
get you in trouble with Mrs. St. John.
Oh.
Earlier.
Only...Mcklusky said in...
it didn't seem fair or nothing, I mean...
I'll start talking to you.
Well, no harm done, aye...
Stop it!
Stop it!
You killed her!
That's enough.
I didn't mean to.
The you shouldn't treating
it like a whirlygig.
Now, Miss Harriet, no harm done.
He's killed her.
No, he hasn't.
I can mend it for you.
Really?
Magic, these are.
What's that?
There you are.
Pajamas and teeth.
Now.
There's plenty of time for that tomorrow.
I think he'd nearly finished.
Well, you're not paid to think, are you?
I'm sure we couldn't afford you if you were
with all the brains you seem to have.
Oh, hello.
Miss Isabel.
Gosh, you know who I am
and everything.
I'm afraid I haven't got a clue who you
are. It was Nanny Bins in my day.
Nanny Simmons, Miss and this is Randall.
Miss Isabel.
But I know who this is.
Cousin Isabel.
We went riding on Pippin
and we fed her apples
and then you went ill
and we had to go away.
Well, I'm much better now, at last.
I say, I've got no one to help. I'm
absolutely drowning in things to unpack.
You couldn't be a darling and
lend a hand, could you?
Of course, Miss. I'll come down
once Bertie's in bed.
I'll put the little treasure to bed.
Thank goodness. It all seems to have
sort of exploded everywhere.
...fend off all the young men who are
destined to fall hopelessly in love with me.
My fear is for the young men.
Of course, but I must appear helpless.
It's all part of my charm.
Don't you think...
Hannah, Miss, I mean Randall?
I shall call you Hannah.
Excuse me, Miss.
Oh dear, can it be mended, you think?
Well, it's (unknown), Miss.
Very delicate work.
It'll have to be sent away.
Aunt Elspeth promised me a french maid
although that rather got swept away
with her and Uncle leaving.
In my day, only married women
had their own maids.
Well, that is no longer the
case, Aunt Effie.
I suppose Bertie's got first dibs on you.
Yes, miss.
But we can still be great friends,
can't we, Hannah?
Yes, miss.
Arnold.
You're very engrossed, my dear.
Hardly.
You look pale.
Do I?
Quite ashen.
You must have been working
too hard, is that it?
Well, I don't know about that.
You're cheating.
It's a pointless game, anyway.
Well, I'm off to dress for dinner.
Otherwise, I shall make a pretty poor
show next to my wife.
Did I leave...
Yes, I did.
It's for my dressmaker
You've got to come quickly.
Oh, Bertie.
Charles will be fine. I just need to
give him something to make him sick.
Don't make him sick.
Make him better.
It will make him better.
Hurry up, Randall.
Quick.
I'll give him this nasty stuff
He's going to be sick
and he'll wake up.
It's my fault because I didn't look at
him very early.
No, it's not.
Come on, Charlie, come on.
That's a good boy.
Come on, Charlie.
Oh, yes.
Charlie was left all night, drunk so that
he wouldn't wake up.
He might have died.
I gave him medicine, shop bought.
I know he's been colicky.
No one could say any different.
There you are, Godfrey's Cordial.
Calms and soothes infant colic
and restlessness.
You've been drinking.
I think some fresh air would do
Charlie some good.
Don't you, Bertie?
There'll be no trips to the park
unless I say so.
Hannah, could she be an angel and help me
choose a gown for this afternoon?
I can't decide what's ravishing and
what's an absolute fright.
Desperation!
If that's suitable for you, Nanny Simmons?
Of course, Randall.
Perhaps Bertie would like to
help you choose, miss?
Oh, of course.
What fun.
Come along Bertie.
A gentleman's opinions is just what I need.
In the language of flowers,
your mother told me
Is Daisies, that's for innocence
and white roses, that's "you are mine"
and a pink one, that's "I will wait".
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
Sounds a bit confused to me.
No, "you are mine" and "I will wait"
...and sort of innocence.
Innocence?
Not talking about you then.
You should go on the oles, Mrs. M.
You'd bring the house down.
I hadn't realized the occasion
would be quite so well attended.
Nor was I.
Unlike you, young man, I remember
the relief of Mafeking in vivid detail.
Really?
Were you infantry or calvary?
Impudent pup.
Thank you.
I shall decline to punish
you for teasing my chaperone.
He was immune to punishment, I fear.
Not true.
A harsh word and I wither.
You are fond of London?
Oh, tremendously. I feel quite at home
although I've stayed here very little, really.
Well, you seem admirably composed
When I was your age, I was all elbows and
mad for horses.
That is the one thing I shall
miss being in town.
Riding.
Ah, but there's excellent riding to be
had in town, Miss Hutchinson.
Hyde Park
I'd be glad to accompany you,
if you wanted a hack.
Oh, but I don't have a mount.
Oh, that's easily arranged.
Tom and Harry doing well, Mrs St. John?
As ever, perhaps a little too well.
Oh, nonsense.
Mr. and Mrs. St John have the
most delightfully lively children.
Oh, Bertie's told me all about them.
Might we see them?
I adore children.
Why not?
I'll murder Pringle when I see her.
What was she doing with the (unknown)?
She offered to go.
I'll bet she did.
My sash.
Hang on, my hands are wet.
You do it.
And no singing this time.
Oh, you do a turn, do you, Miss Harriet?
I'm a little bit in love with Harry.
I said that's enough.
Sounded very nice to me.
It's a vulgar song.
Papa almost washed Harriet's mouth
out with soap.
I could do a turn, Nanny.
I know most of the charge of the
Light Brigade now.
I said that's enough about turns.
Your mother and father want
you to be nice, quiet children,
not circus performers.
Thank you.
Right.
Let's have a look at ya.
You look very nice.
I'll wait.
What?
I...will...wait.
I thought Mr. Potter needed you
to help clear away?
Lord Hugh is undeniably good-looking
and, of course, he's titled
but he is just a boy.
Now, Captain Mason
he has the manly experience
of battle etched into his features.
I wish I were paler
To be a femme fatale,
one really must be quite pale.
In fact, you'd be perfect, Hannah.
Pale and interesting, although a
little too gloomy. Whatever's wrong?
I've been to see a friend
of mine whose ill, miss.
She's no one to look after her
and only have the one afternoon a week.
But, of course, you must see her if she's ill.
Take tomorrow afternoon off.
But Nanny Simmons, miss...
Simmons will do as I say.
Now, Mrs. St. John's way of dressing
her hair, do you think it will suit me?
Well, thank heavens the children
didn't disgrace us.
Miss Hutchinson's a perfect charmer,
isn't she?
She won't be long getting some
poor chap to fall in love with her.
Her father left his entire estate to Inna.
A fortune in land alone.
Not everyone shares your
interest in money, Arnold.
If you'll excuse me a moment.
Of course.
I just wanted to say well done, my dear.
Duties of the hostess and so on.
I'd like this delivered at once.
Victoria?
Yes.
Good night, my dear.
Night, Arnold.
Thank God someone's up.
Father in bed?
Constance in bed?
Though perhaps not together.
No one to turn to for company
but dear old Nanny Collins.
She's sleep so you best
keep your voice down.
Oh, had, had I?
Is that an order?
No, sir, of course not.
Got anything to drink around here?
Well, there's some cocoa in the jug
but it'll be cold.
I can get you some fresh.
Cocoa?
You are sweet, Lydia.
Nanny Collins secret Sherry supply
Not so secret.
I best not, sir.
I won't tell.
No, thank you.
Lovely.
Sorry, sir.
Leave it.
I think you've teased me enough.
I'm sorry, sir.
You little bitch.
Pringle not down yet?
No and there's nursery breakfast waiting.
Don't suppose you need asking
twice to go up there?
You...are...mine?
I...will...wait.
Drinking?
Behind my back?
And those sherry glasses were my
birthday present from the family.
I don't know what you think you
were doing.
I'm ever so sorry but Lord Hugh...
How dare you blame Master
Hugh for your clumsiness.
And your deceit.
You are a very wicked girl.
But it weren't my fault.
Don't you make matters
worse by telling lies.
You were little more than a savage when
you came here
and I have tried to set an example.
Oh, get out of my sight.
I'm sick of you, you great lump.
That's everything, I think.
Right.
You, ah, sure about that, are ya?
Yeah.
So, what do you do on your off day?
Don't know, as usual.
Come on, you don't have to do that.
You are mine.
I will wait.
The flowers.
What?
What, you're telling me you didn't leave
me them bunches of flowers?
You flatter yourself, you do, Ned Jones.
It must have been one of your floozies.
I'm sorry, I...
I should think so.
What's a floozie?
No questions until you've
finished your porridge.
Mrs. Saunders.
Miss Hutchinson.
Good morning, Mr. St. John.
We had such a pleasant time yesterday.
It was most kind of you both to join us.
I must say I am surprised to see
one on foot, Miss Hutchinson.
After Captain Mason's offer of a mount.
Tomorrow, I am to be provided
with the barracks finest horseflesh
Captain Mason has promised it.
And we can be sure that he is
a man of his word. Good day, ladies.
Good day.
You had a pleasant time at tea yesterday?
Most pleasant.
Although, of course I would have preferred
to enjoy your conversation tete-a-tete.
I've been considering how we
might affect that very thing.
Soon.
In your vocabulary, Victoria, soon
is remarkably elastic term.
Arnold is prepared for us to attend a
luncheon party on Coronation day
and I anticipate feeling unwell.
I will, of course, insist that he attends
the luncheon without me.
I trust that you can make the
appropriate arrangements?
Of course.
Are you quite sure about this?
Quite sure.
Room for a little one?
Hello.
Where's Ivo?
Out with Nanny Collins.
You're not in the doghouse again, are you?
What was it this time?
Not stirring her tea
in the right direction?
You'll only say you warned me.
Lydia?
You alright?
You promise you won't laugh at me?
Of course I won't.
What happened?
I was in the nursery
Nanny Collins had gone to bed
and I had all this ironing to do.
It's Lord Hugh, isn't it?
Did he take advantage of you?
I felt so stupid.
After all you and Jack said and all.
None of the boys at home would
have done what he did.
Not without thinking I was fast.
Oh, Maddy, he said that I teased him.
He didn't manage anything, did he?
No, I bit him.
Well, good for you.
Why was Nanny Collins angry with you?
He broke this glass of hers
and she thinks it was me.
I'll probably get dismissed.
The Lord knows I am not
a difficult woman, Mr. Fowler.
I have put up with more than enough
in the way of clumsiness,
no manners but when it comes to
drinking in front of the little one
Of course.
You've never been one to
stand for any nonsense.
That's right.
I just think that I've treated that
girl like one of my own.
It's the lying, I can't abide.
Now, there you do surprise me.
Lydia has never struck me as a
deceitful girl, whatever her faults.
She's trying to put the
blame on Master Hugh.
Lord Hugh?
Yes.
She says it was he who
broke my Sherry glass.
Now what would he be doing up in
the nursery in the middle of the night?
He has been spending a considerable
amount of time here of late, Mrs. Collins.
I know my Master Hugh.
That girl's only nine pence and a shilling.
Mrs. Lawrence, I was told
you boarded children.
By whom?
A friend in London,
I'm afraid I don't know her name.
Can't be a very good friend.
No, more of an acquaintance, really.
Do sit down, Mrs. Randall.
I have a baby, William.
His father is dead and my work does
not permit me to keep him with me.
My heart goes out to Mrs. Randall.
It's a story I know all too well.
You're looking for somewhere to
board the precious child.
Yes.
May I see the facilities?
Naturally, I'll escort you myself.
Seems like fate, doesn't it?
Once spare for little William.
I'll show you the bathroom.
Some say I'm over careful
about cleanliness,
but I do like to make sure
the children have their best.
Oh, not for me, Fowler.
I must away.
There's a second reading
of this dreaded Sanitation bill.
Cabinet pudding was ill advised.
I have an overwhelming desire to sleep.
Then you'll be in good company in the Lords.
Ha!
Father
Fowler, could you ask Nanny Collins to
have Lydia bring Ivo down?
I'll be out later this afternoon.
I think Lydia may be out on an errand
at the present, madam.
At lunchtime?
Oh dear. Mrs. Collins isn't
punishing her again, is she?
A glass seems to have been
broken in the nursery, madam,
and Nanny Collins feels
that Lydia is to blame.
Well, lovely as she is,
Lydia certainly is clumsy.
Yes, madam.
Perhaps one of the housemaids
could bring Ivo down.
I don't trust Mrs. Collins on the stairs.
Madam.
My fee is 20 guineas per annum.
20 guineas?
I was going to say for a full-grown child.
For a baby such as little William,
my fee is 12 guineas.
Preferable in installments.
Please, mum, the butcher
wants to talk to you, mum.
Please excuse me, Mrs. Randall.
I always like to deal
with tradesmen personally.
Of course.
Lord, no.
Oh my god.
No.
Seen enough, have ya?
You have no right spying.
You have no right to
keep children like animals.
The babies.
The babies are getting lung
..and what if I do?
You're all about your little baby and
want him treated like a prince.
Your no better than me,
so don't pretend you are.
What all this you made of?
Carla had locked the Port away
and I wanted a drink.
I'm afraid I was a bit of a butterfingers.
I thought I'd brought you up to be
mindful of other people's things.
I'm very, very sorry, Nanny.
Well, you shouldn't go letting
other people take the blame.
You're a very naughty boy.
Fowler.
It's not on.
I mean a girl like Lydia,
she probably thinks,
I don't know, you find babies
in the cabbage patch.
She did grow up in the country, Jack.
Still, she wasn't expecting
to be treated like that.
What was she expecting?
A proposal of marriage?
You're not saying she deserved it?
Nah, of course not.
I'm just saying, if she knew a bit more
about him, she might have seen it coming.
Even if she had, someone like that,
he's used to taking whatever he wants.
There's not much any of us can do about it.
Now, you don't have to do
that straight away.
Oh, I best do.
I got Ivo's jacket to mend.
I sent down for a bite for you to eat
since you missed your lunch.
Well, are you going to let it go cold?
Thank you, Nanny Collins.
You can't be expected to work
on an empty stomach.
That's best brisket.
To whom it may concern.
I wish to draw your attention to the
establishment to run by a Mrs. Lawrence
of the Elms Uxbridge.
She has in her care a number of children
ill-nourished and ill-treated
without their parents knowledge
There you are.
Like I said, good as new.
Thank you.
She's Harriet's favourite.
Uh, no, she ain't.
What's this?
Harriet.
She must have been leaving
the flowers and all.
I will wait.
She'd have to, wouldn't she?
About 15 years.
Well, it was Cooks idea.
All that language of flowers rubbish.
Well, it must be love.
Harriet's very partial to toffees.
You made a really good job of this.
I like mending stuff.
Wouldn't mind doing it
for living, you know.
Apprentice to a carpenter or something.
Some chance.
You could still do it.
Nah.
It's good to have a plan.
Is that what you got?
Loads of them.
Randall, there's a monster.
He's sleeping in the cupboard.
She'll think you're even more amazing now.
My half day.
Yeah?
We could go walking
if you still wanted to, I mean.
Yeah.
Of course, alright.
Oh, good.
I'd hoped you'd be up.
It's as quiet as a grave, isn't it.
Yes, Miss.
I shall not sleep for hours.
I fear that this season will seriously overtax me.
I might suffer a nervous collapse.
You all right, Hannah?
Fine, miss.
I hope you didn't find your friend worse.
No, no
Then whatever is it?
I'm just a bit tired, that's all.
I'm is quite exhausted myself
but Captain Mason is taking me riding
tomorrow so I must be on top form.
I may decide to fall
passionately in love with him.
Do you have a young man, Hannah?
No, miss.
It's surprising, really.
You're quite pretty.
But you have had admirers, I'm sure.
I suppose so.
How thrilling.
You're sure it's not a beau
you've been fretting about?
No, miss.
You can tell me, you know.
I do so want us to be friends.
Honestly, (speaking in French)
A french maid would have been such bliss.
Well?
I can assure you, miss, that it has
nothing to do with a beau.
Well...
Do you know, I've been thinking
and I've quite decided
once I've left a trail of broken
hearts in my wake
and finally settled on a brilliant match,
You shall be my maid.
That's very kind of you.
It'll be such fun to be married.
Imagine a honeymoon.
France.
Italy.
You weren't have been abroad?
No, miss.
I've always wanted to go.
Italy especially.
I've always imagined Venice,
a gondola ride in Venice.
and you shall have one.
I will insist you travel
everywhere with me.
Wouldn't it be heavenly?
Yes, miss.
There you are. You see?
They're simply masses to look forward to.
Venice?
Venice.
Jos Carrera for his beautiful bride *
Lydia!
Remember you're pushing a perambulator,
not a wheelbarrow.
Yes, Nanny Collins.
That girl's come on in leaps and
bounds since you took her in hand.
You try to set an example.
Stoney faced old crows
What did you say?
Little pitchers have big ears?
Now, who do you think
can run to the pond first?
Me!
Me!
Ready!
Steady!
Go!
Never fails.
Oh, freedom!
Nanny Simmons up to her usual tricks?
Oh, she's been foul ever since Mr Bowles
had a word about the christening cup.
Even Fowler than usual.
Hmm, guilty conscience?
Put it this way. She's just bought
herself a very expensive new hat.
George, he's got a new hat.
The Homburg, it's called.
It's ever so dashing.
I'm surprise you've a hand on the fit?
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh, your wasting your time.
She's in love.
Besotted.
Oh, we all know who you've
been making eyes at.
Lydia,
we're only teasing.
Well, you wouldn't say he was bigheaded if
you knew how nice he treats everyone.
It's funny, isn't it?
He's a gentleman but he's the
same really as other men,
but he isn't.
Has Miss Hutchinson arrived yet, Hannah?
Oh, she's due today.
I thought you'd welcome a bit of new blood.
Just what I need. Some toffee-nosed
little madam to tell me what to do.
But you're prone to expecting the worst?
Tom won't let Bertie have any
more breads for the ducks.
And Bertie got upset. And Tom called him
a bad name and he ran away.
I'm not telling tales.
No rest for the wicked.
Poor little mites.
Eight of them dead out by Limehouse.
It was in The Chronicle.
That is a terrible thing, typhoid fever.
Yeah, I had a death with it
when I was with my Vicounts family.
Oh, poor little boy.
It started with him being fussy.
Wouldn't eat a thing.
Then he got a dreadful headache and
before we knew it he was burning up.
You'd have thought the poor little
creature had been dipped in pink paint.
Rash of spots. Oh, it's a sight
you don't forget in a hurry.
There'll be more than eight dead in
the East End before this is over.
You mark my words.
Typhoid fever spreads like wildfire.
No more dawdling, Bertie.
Come on.
What is the East End?
Is it where they have princes
riding on elephants?
These seem most appropriate, Mrs. McCluskey.
Although I'm a little concerned about
the strawberry tarts for tomorrow.
Cooks hand with pastry of late
has been a little heavier than it might be.
I'll have a word, ma'am.
And will you ask Edward to deliver these?
Of course, ma'am.
Tom has something to say, haven't you?
Sorry, Bertie.
You alright?
You look like you've lost
a shilling and found sixpence.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Mrs St. John wants these delivered.
Top one who needs an answer.
Right you are.
You're looking very nice.
Suits you.
Just as well, since I
wear every day of the week.
Still, brings out your eyes.
It's more blue.
It's green.
Mrs. St. John wants them
letters delivered today.
Nanny Wickham.
Hands washed, I won't be a minute.
Yes, madam.
If you try, I do not wish to see the
children playing in the gutter
while you consort with the footman.
Yes, madam.
Sorry, madam.
Look. Come on.
Quickly, look.
Is this Charlotte's cup?
I think it's probably best Bertie if
we don't mention this to Nanny Simmons.
Lucky little devil.
Is that Master Hugh?
It is, indeed.
Here for dear old nursery tea.
I don't remember that you were
ever particularly fond of tea.
I'm mad about the stuff.
Well, you might fetch the tray
instead of standing there gawking.
Tell them Master Hugh doesn't like China.
Yes, Nanny Collins
That's China tea, Lydia.
Randall?
Yes, Mr. Bowles.
I, um
I wanted to clear up this matter
of the Christening cup.
Ah, it's come to light.
As I said it would.
Children can be very devious,
in my experience.
They'll often lay the blame on others
to prevent themselves getting into trouble.
Yes, Mr Bowles.
So, we'll hear no more about it?
Randall?
No, Mr. Bowles.
I trust nothing of the
kind will happen again.
No.
Thank you, Lord Hugh.
Here, let me take it.
You'll do no such thing, young strapping
girl like that. Put it here.
Eric or Little by Little?
Dreadful pie nonsense.
And a little piety would do you no harm.
I remember reading that to you.
It's a lovely story.
Unspeakable little beast.
I don't suppose you were
ever subjected to it?
Oh, no sir.
Good afternoon.
Hugh, this is becoming
something about habit.
One of the few which is both
pleasant and utterly harmless.
He sleep.
Do you think he's well?
He smells, old, sour.
You don't think it's a symptom
of the typhoid, do you?
This is schmultz.
I put schmultz, that's chicken fat,
on his chest
and I also sew it into
his beds, for protection.
Always this works against disease.
Detectives investigating...
the death perpetrated in Limehouse
in May have been assisted by a new
description of the man responsible.
The man, believed to be a member
of a gambling syndicate,
is in his middle 20s, of tall and
athletic build with brown hair.
The description was made by
felon recently apprehended
who confessed to being at the
fight when a murder took place.
and from which the suspect absconded.
Wild goose chase.
If is said a one-armed midget
with a ginger beard,
there might have stood some chance
at spotting this bloke.
Good afternoon, Nanny Wickham.
Good afternoon.
I was a trying to match the thread for
Harriet's Fennell petticoat.
I wondered if you have any.
Mary taken any become
to the sewing room.
There's bound to be something
there to suit.
Thank you, Mrs. McCluskey.
Think she was listening?
Nah, she wouldn't.
Too much of a goody two-shoes.
Some would call it respecting
people's privacy.
Well, look at him?
She'll be respecting your privacy
from now on, at any rate.
What you're on about?
Mrs. St. John sent her off with a flea in
her ear for talking to you in the square.
You promise you'll get a message
to me if his poorly?
A girl in next street, my neighbor
she has a baby, like you
and has to work, like you.
She pays this woman
to keep her little girl in Uxbridge
in the country.
A baby farm?
This is a respectable woman.
I'll miss Billy but there is no
typhoid fever in Uxbridge.
Thank you.
Here, please, take him.
For you.
What is it?
To have Billy close.
Oh, you mustn't spend your
money on me, Mrs. Bronowski.
Who said I spent any money?
Thank you.
You'll miss your train.
Mrs. Hutchinson's arrived.
She's with an older lady
That'll be Mrs. Hutchinson's aunt
Mrs. Euphemia Saunders,
I think she's called.
She made Mrs. Hutchinson's match
with Mr. Hutchinson.
It's a shame they can't be here
to see to their needs themselves.
I've never mind sorting
out heathens abroad.
It's terribly late in the season
for her to be starting, poor girl.
What was it she had she had?
She had scarlet fever, I think.
Or measles.
Have they cut off her hair?
She's gone inside.
Come in.
Evening.
Hello.
Sorry.
I came to say, I hope I didn't
get you in trouble with Mrs. St. John.
Oh.
Earlier.
Only...Mcklusky said in...
it didn't seem fair or nothing, I mean...
I'll start talking to you.
Well, no harm done, aye...
Stop it!
Stop it!
You killed her!
That's enough.
I didn't mean to.
The you shouldn't treating
it like a whirlygig.
Now, Miss Harriet, no harm done.
He's killed her.
No, he hasn't.
I can mend it for you.
Really?
Magic, these are.
What's that?
There you are.
Pajamas and teeth.
Now.
There's plenty of time for that tomorrow.
I think he'd nearly finished.
Well, you're not paid to think, are you?
I'm sure we couldn't afford you if you were
with all the brains you seem to have.
Oh, hello.
Miss Isabel.
Gosh, you know who I am
and everything.
I'm afraid I haven't got a clue who you
are. It was Nanny Bins in my day.
Nanny Simmons, Miss and this is Randall.
Miss Isabel.
But I know who this is.
Cousin Isabel.
We went riding on Pippin
and we fed her apples
and then you went ill
and we had to go away.
Well, I'm much better now, at last.
I say, I've got no one to help. I'm
absolutely drowning in things to unpack.
You couldn't be a darling and
lend a hand, could you?
Of course, Miss. I'll come down
once Bertie's in bed.
I'll put the little treasure to bed.
Thank goodness. It all seems to have
sort of exploded everywhere.
...fend off all the young men who are
destined to fall hopelessly in love with me.
My fear is for the young men.
Of course, but I must appear helpless.
It's all part of my charm.
Don't you think...
Hannah, Miss, I mean Randall?
I shall call you Hannah.
Excuse me, Miss.
Oh dear, can it be mended, you think?
Well, it's (unknown), Miss.
Very delicate work.
It'll have to be sent away.
Aunt Elspeth promised me a french maid
although that rather got swept away
with her and Uncle leaving.
In my day, only married women
had their own maids.
Well, that is no longer the
case, Aunt Effie.
I suppose Bertie's got first dibs on you.
Yes, miss.
But we can still be great friends,
can't we, Hannah?
Yes, miss.
Arnold.
You're very engrossed, my dear.
Hardly.
You look pale.
Do I?
Quite ashen.
You must have been working
too hard, is that it?
Well, I don't know about that.
You're cheating.
It's a pointless game, anyway.
Well, I'm off to dress for dinner.
Otherwise, I shall make a pretty poor
show next to my wife.
Did I leave...
Yes, I did.
It's for my dressmaker
You've got to come quickly.
Oh, Bertie.
Charles will be fine. I just need to
give him something to make him sick.
Don't make him sick.
Make him better.
It will make him better.
Hurry up, Randall.
Quick.
I'll give him this nasty stuff
He's going to be sick
and he'll wake up.
It's my fault because I didn't look at
him very early.
No, it's not.
Come on, Charlie, come on.
That's a good boy.
Come on, Charlie.
Oh, yes.
Charlie was left all night, drunk so that
he wouldn't wake up.
He might have died.
I gave him medicine, shop bought.
I know he's been colicky.
No one could say any different.
There you are, Godfrey's Cordial.
Calms and soothes infant colic
and restlessness.
You've been drinking.
I think some fresh air would do
Charlie some good.
Don't you, Bertie?
There'll be no trips to the park
unless I say so.
Hannah, could she be an angel and help me
choose a gown for this afternoon?
I can't decide what's ravishing and
what's an absolute fright.
Desperation!
If that's suitable for you, Nanny Simmons?
Of course, Randall.
Perhaps Bertie would like to
help you choose, miss?
Oh, of course.
What fun.
Come along Bertie.
A gentleman's opinions is just what I need.
In the language of flowers,
your mother told me
Is Daisies, that's for innocence
and white roses, that's "you are mine"
and a pink one, that's "I will wait".
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
Sounds a bit confused to me.
No, "you are mine" and "I will wait"
...and sort of innocence.
Innocence?
Not talking about you then.
You should go on the oles, Mrs. M.
You'd bring the house down.
I hadn't realized the occasion
would be quite so well attended.
Nor was I.
Unlike you, young man, I remember
the relief of Mafeking in vivid detail.
Really?
Were you infantry or calvary?
Impudent pup.
Thank you.
I shall decline to punish
you for teasing my chaperone.
He was immune to punishment, I fear.
Not true.
A harsh word and I wither.
You are fond of London?
Oh, tremendously. I feel quite at home
although I've stayed here very little, really.
Well, you seem admirably composed
When I was your age, I was all elbows and
mad for horses.
That is the one thing I shall
miss being in town.
Riding.
Ah, but there's excellent riding to be
had in town, Miss Hutchinson.
Hyde Park
I'd be glad to accompany you,
if you wanted a hack.
Oh, but I don't have a mount.
Oh, that's easily arranged.
Tom and Harry doing well, Mrs St. John?
As ever, perhaps a little too well.
Oh, nonsense.
Mr. and Mrs. St John have the
most delightfully lively children.
Oh, Bertie's told me all about them.
Might we see them?
I adore children.
Why not?
I'll murder Pringle when I see her.
What was she doing with the (unknown)?
She offered to go.
I'll bet she did.
My sash.
Hang on, my hands are wet.
You do it.
And no singing this time.
Oh, you do a turn, do you, Miss Harriet?
I'm a little bit in love with Harry.
I said that's enough.
Sounded very nice to me.
It's a vulgar song.
Papa almost washed Harriet's mouth
out with soap.
I could do a turn, Nanny.
I know most of the charge of the
Light Brigade now.
I said that's enough about turns.
Your mother and father want
you to be nice, quiet children,
not circus performers.
Thank you.
Right.
Let's have a look at ya.
You look very nice.
I'll wait.
What?
I...will...wait.
I thought Mr. Potter needed you
to help clear away?
Lord Hugh is undeniably good-looking
and, of course, he's titled
but he is just a boy.
Now, Captain Mason
he has the manly experience
of battle etched into his features.
I wish I were paler
To be a femme fatale,
one really must be quite pale.
In fact, you'd be perfect, Hannah.
Pale and interesting, although a
little too gloomy. Whatever's wrong?
I've been to see a friend
of mine whose ill, miss.
She's no one to look after her
and only have the one afternoon a week.
But, of course, you must see her if she's ill.
Take tomorrow afternoon off.
But Nanny Simmons, miss...
Simmons will do as I say.
Now, Mrs. St. John's way of dressing
her hair, do you think it will suit me?
Well, thank heavens the children
didn't disgrace us.
Miss Hutchinson's a perfect charmer,
isn't she?
She won't be long getting some
poor chap to fall in love with her.
Her father left his entire estate to Inna.
A fortune in land alone.
Not everyone shares your
interest in money, Arnold.
If you'll excuse me a moment.
Of course.
I just wanted to say well done, my dear.
Duties of the hostess and so on.
I'd like this delivered at once.
Victoria?
Yes.
Good night, my dear.
Night, Arnold.
Thank God someone's up.
Father in bed?
Constance in bed?
Though perhaps not together.
No one to turn to for company
but dear old Nanny Collins.
She's sleep so you best
keep your voice down.
Oh, had, had I?
Is that an order?
No, sir, of course not.
Got anything to drink around here?
Well, there's some cocoa in the jug
but it'll be cold.
I can get you some fresh.
Cocoa?
You are sweet, Lydia.
Nanny Collins secret Sherry supply
Not so secret.
I best not, sir.
I won't tell.
No, thank you.
Lovely.
Sorry, sir.
Leave it.
I think you've teased me enough.
I'm sorry, sir.
You little bitch.
Pringle not down yet?
No and there's nursery breakfast waiting.
Don't suppose you need asking
twice to go up there?
You...are...mine?
I...will...wait.
Drinking?
Behind my back?
And those sherry glasses were my
birthday present from the family.
I don't know what you think you
were doing.
I'm ever so sorry but Lord Hugh...
How dare you blame Master
Hugh for your clumsiness.
And your deceit.
You are a very wicked girl.
But it weren't my fault.
Don't you make matters
worse by telling lies.
You were little more than a savage when
you came here
and I have tried to set an example.
Oh, get out of my sight.
I'm sick of you, you great lump.
That's everything, I think.
Right.
You, ah, sure about that, are ya?
Yeah.
So, what do you do on your off day?
Don't know, as usual.
Come on, you don't have to do that.
You are mine.
I will wait.
The flowers.
What?
What, you're telling me you didn't leave
me them bunches of flowers?
You flatter yourself, you do, Ned Jones.
It must have been one of your floozies.
I'm sorry, I...
I should think so.
What's a floozie?
No questions until you've
finished your porridge.
Mrs. Saunders.
Miss Hutchinson.
Good morning, Mr. St. John.
We had such a pleasant time yesterday.
It was most kind of you both to join us.
I must say I am surprised to see
one on foot, Miss Hutchinson.
After Captain Mason's offer of a mount.
Tomorrow, I am to be provided
with the barracks finest horseflesh
Captain Mason has promised it.
And we can be sure that he is
a man of his word. Good day, ladies.
Good day.
You had a pleasant time at tea yesterday?
Most pleasant.
Although, of course I would have preferred
to enjoy your conversation tete-a-tete.
I've been considering how we
might affect that very thing.
Soon.
In your vocabulary, Victoria, soon
is remarkably elastic term.
Arnold is prepared for us to attend a
luncheon party on Coronation day
and I anticipate feeling unwell.
I will, of course, insist that he attends
the luncheon without me.
I trust that you can make the
appropriate arrangements?
Of course.
Are you quite sure about this?
Quite sure.
Room for a little one?
Hello.
Where's Ivo?
Out with Nanny Collins.
You're not in the doghouse again, are you?
What was it this time?
Not stirring her tea
in the right direction?
You'll only say you warned me.
Lydia?
You alright?
You promise you won't laugh at me?
Of course I won't.
What happened?
I was in the nursery
Nanny Collins had gone to bed
and I had all this ironing to do.
It's Lord Hugh, isn't it?
Did he take advantage of you?
I felt so stupid.
After all you and Jack said and all.
None of the boys at home would
have done what he did.
Not without thinking I was fast.
Oh, Maddy, he said that I teased him.
He didn't manage anything, did he?
No, I bit him.
Well, good for you.
Why was Nanny Collins angry with you?
He broke this glass of hers
and she thinks it was me.
I'll probably get dismissed.
The Lord knows I am not
a difficult woman, Mr. Fowler.
I have put up with more than enough
in the way of clumsiness,
no manners but when it comes to
drinking in front of the little one
Of course.
You've never been one to
stand for any nonsense.
That's right.
I just think that I've treated that
girl like one of my own.
It's the lying, I can't abide.
Now, there you do surprise me.
Lydia has never struck me as a
deceitful girl, whatever her faults.
She's trying to put the
blame on Master Hugh.
Lord Hugh?
Yes.
She says it was he who
broke my Sherry glass.
Now what would he be doing up in
the nursery in the middle of the night?
He has been spending a considerable
amount of time here of late, Mrs. Collins.
I know my Master Hugh.
That girl's only nine pence and a shilling.
Mrs. Lawrence, I was told
you boarded children.
By whom?
A friend in London,
I'm afraid I don't know her name.
Can't be a very good friend.
No, more of an acquaintance, really.
Do sit down, Mrs. Randall.
I have a baby, William.
His father is dead and my work does
not permit me to keep him with me.
My heart goes out to Mrs. Randall.
It's a story I know all too well.
You're looking for somewhere to
board the precious child.
Yes.
May I see the facilities?
Naturally, I'll escort you myself.
Seems like fate, doesn't it?
Once spare for little William.
I'll show you the bathroom.
Some say I'm over careful
about cleanliness,
but I do like to make sure
the children have their best.
Oh, not for me, Fowler.
I must away.
There's a second reading
of this dreaded Sanitation bill.
Cabinet pudding was ill advised.
I have an overwhelming desire to sleep.
Then you'll be in good company in the Lords.
Ha!
Father
Fowler, could you ask Nanny Collins to
have Lydia bring Ivo down?
I'll be out later this afternoon.
I think Lydia may be out on an errand
at the present, madam.
At lunchtime?
Oh dear. Mrs. Collins isn't
punishing her again, is she?
A glass seems to have been
broken in the nursery, madam,
and Nanny Collins feels
that Lydia is to blame.
Well, lovely as she is,
Lydia certainly is clumsy.
Yes, madam.
Perhaps one of the housemaids
could bring Ivo down.
I don't trust Mrs. Collins on the stairs.
Madam.
My fee is 20 guineas per annum.
20 guineas?
I was going to say for a full-grown child.
For a baby such as little William,
my fee is 12 guineas.
Preferable in installments.
Please, mum, the butcher
wants to talk to you, mum.
Please excuse me, Mrs. Randall.
I always like to deal
with tradesmen personally.
Of course.
Lord, no.
Oh my god.
No.
Seen enough, have ya?
You have no right spying.
You have no right to
keep children like animals.
The babies.
The babies are getting lung
..and what if I do?
You're all about your little baby and
want him treated like a prince.
Your no better than me,
so don't pretend you are.
What all this you made of?
Carla had locked the Port away
and I wanted a drink.
I'm afraid I was a bit of a butterfingers.
I thought I'd brought you up to be
mindful of other people's things.
I'm very, very sorry, Nanny.
Well, you shouldn't go letting
other people take the blame.
You're a very naughty boy.
Fowler.
It's not on.
I mean a girl like Lydia,
she probably thinks,
I don't know, you find babies
in the cabbage patch.
She did grow up in the country, Jack.
Still, she wasn't expecting
to be treated like that.
What was she expecting?
A proposal of marriage?
You're not saying she deserved it?
Nah, of course not.
I'm just saying, if she knew a bit more
about him, she might have seen it coming.
Even if she had, someone like that,
he's used to taking whatever he wants.
There's not much any of us can do about it.
Now, you don't have to do
that straight away.
Oh, I best do.
I got Ivo's jacket to mend.
I sent down for a bite for you to eat
since you missed your lunch.
Well, are you going to let it go cold?
Thank you, Nanny Collins.
You can't be expected to work
on an empty stomach.
That's best brisket.
To whom it may concern.
I wish to draw your attention to the
establishment to run by a Mrs. Lawrence
of the Elms Uxbridge.
She has in her care a number of children
ill-nourished and ill-treated
without their parents knowledge
There you are.
Like I said, good as new.
Thank you.
She's Harriet's favourite.
Uh, no, she ain't.
What's this?
Harriet.
She must have been leaving
the flowers and all.
I will wait.
She'd have to, wouldn't she?
About 15 years.
Well, it was Cooks idea.
All that language of flowers rubbish.
Well, it must be love.
Harriet's very partial to toffees.
You made a really good job of this.
I like mending stuff.
Wouldn't mind doing it
for living, you know.
Apprentice to a carpenter or something.
Some chance.
You could still do it.
Nah.
It's good to have a plan.
Is that what you got?
Loads of them.
Randall, there's a monster.
He's sleeping in the cupboard.
She'll think you're even more amazing now.
My half day.
Yeah?
We could go walking
if you still wanted to, I mean.
Yeah.
Of course, alright.
Oh, good.
I'd hoped you'd be up.
It's as quiet as a grave, isn't it.
Yes, Miss.
I shall not sleep for hours.
I fear that this season will seriously overtax me.
I might suffer a nervous collapse.
You all right, Hannah?
Fine, miss.
I hope you didn't find your friend worse.
No, no
Then whatever is it?
I'm just a bit tired, that's all.
I'm is quite exhausted myself
but Captain Mason is taking me riding
tomorrow so I must be on top form.
I may decide to fall
passionately in love with him.
Do you have a young man, Hannah?
No, miss.
It's surprising, really.
You're quite pretty.
But you have had admirers, I'm sure.
I suppose so.
How thrilling.
You're sure it's not a beau
you've been fretting about?
No, miss.
You can tell me, you know.
I do so want us to be friends.
Honestly, (speaking in French)
A french maid would have been such bliss.
Well?
I can assure you, miss, that it has
nothing to do with a beau.
Well...
Do you know, I've been thinking
and I've quite decided
once I've left a trail of broken
hearts in my wake
and finally settled on a brilliant match,
You shall be my maid.
That's very kind of you.
It'll be such fun to be married.
Imagine a honeymoon.
France.
Italy.
You weren't have been abroad?
No, miss.
I've always wanted to go.
Italy especially.
I've always imagined Venice,
a gondola ride in Venice.
and you shall have one.
I will insist you travel
everywhere with me.
Wouldn't it be heavenly?
Yes, miss.
There you are. You see?
They're simply masses to look forward to.
Venice?
Venice.