Flambards (1979–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Lady Bountiful - full transcript
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Perhaps we could fit an engine to
your uncle's wheelchair, Miss Christina.
Christina
With a horn.
Summon the servants.
Well, then, Joe, we'll fit that
propeller tomorrow.
Right-O.
Come on.
It can't be that bad.
We haven't seen Dick for weeks.
When you sack people, you often don't.
I'll race you back.
Last one back...feeds the horses!
Oh no! Anything but that.
Will that be all?
Why,
isn't that enough?
Haven't you got some floors to sweep?
Mark?
I'll see you tomorrow, shall I?
Just wait until tomorrow comes.
Shall we?
What's that on your skirt?
Right...there.
Cheat!
Oh, you cheat!
Ohhhh!
Who's a cheat?
Wait, Christina
Wait, I'm out of breath.
Go on, get feeding.
- I won!
- Where have you been all day?
Out!
Playing with his potty planes, I suppose.
I don't believe it.
You haven't been reduced
to reading, have you?
Oh, no, no... Horse and Hound.
No hunting for months.
I don't know why we can't
hibernate till November.
What are you doing tomorrow, Christina?
Um,
- Going out...
-With William.
Oh, not again!
Christina.
What makes you so irresistible?
Are you sure it won't fall off?
Fall off?
What can possibly fall off?
That thing you just fitted.
That thing, Christina, is the engine.
And if you don't keep your
daft comments to yourself,
I'll bash you
with this thing.
Oh-ho
Stop it!
I only asked.
What on earth are you doing?
What about that ride
you promised me?
I told you, I'm going out with William.
Well, he'll be ages yet.
No,
It's only five o'clock.
What?
Best time of the day.
No, Mark
I will not go for a ride with you.
You're not bullying me.
Close the door on the way out.
Christina.
No.
Who saddled the
horses this morning?
Not you?
It's no use having a dog and
barking yourself, is it?
I asked the new lad, Tommy
Dick's replacement
Very obliging.
And Dick was so unobliging.
Come on.
Dick asked for everything he got.
You just can't go around
stealing other people's
horses and expect to
get away with it.
He didn't steal Sweetbriar, I did.
And I got away with it.
But you're not a
servant, Christina.
But sometimes you behave like one.
Anyway, I'm glad he's gone.
Oh, I realise that.
I'd like to know the real reason
why you are so concerned about this.
Pardon?
Mind how you take it
down this bank, Christina.
I can, manage.
Thank you, Mark.
Dick's mother's an invalid.
Did you know that?
Yes.
And should she suffer,
too, for his mistakes?
Oh, good God, Christina,
You can't put the whole
world's worries on your shoulders
Anyway.
There's always the workhouse
for people like that.
That's what it's there for.
You've got no feelings at all.
You're like an animal.
I like animals.
Can you tell me where Dick Wright Lives?
Hello, Dick.
Come in, Miss.
I was wondering how
you were managing?
Fine.
It smells nice.
It's Rabbit Stew.
Do ya want some?
No, of course you wouldn't.
If there's anything I can do...I
know you don't like me asking you...
Look, I told you before,
we'll manage.
I'm sorry.
Look,
You better go.
You shouldn't have come
here in the first place.
Dick?
Dick?
Who is it?
Miss Christina From Flambards, Ma.
Oh, Dick, I'd like to meet her.
I don't think you should.
Please, Dick.
You can have a word with
my mother if you like.
Miss Christina, is it?
Dick said so much about you.
Will you sit down?
Isn't that right, Dick?
I'm going for some firewood, Mother.
I know he finds it hard
looking after me all day.
He's a wonderful nurse, mind.
Not like Violet.
Restless one, she is.
I don't know why
She riles Dick.
I mean, she works hard,
but she keeps telling him
He don't say much,
but he hates it.
You don't mind me talking like this?
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
It would be so much easier
for both of them.
If there's anything I can do.
No, thank you.
Did Dick tell you to say that?
What if he did?
He says we can manage...
...and we'll manage.
And what if he gets caught?
Caught?
You don't buy the rabbits
for your stew, do you?
Well, I won't tell anybody.
But then how would you manage?
They'd put him in prison.
It would be his second offence.
Goodbye, Miss Christina.
Goodbye, Dick.
Miss Christina?
You tell Master Mark
He should try visiting a workhouse
before he starts recommending them.
Soon be ready.
What for?
The test flight, of course.
Will?
Mhm.
Will?
I went to see Dick yesterday.
- Will!
- You said something?
- I said...
- I thought it must be my imagination.
But I thought I heard you say
you went to see Dick yesterday.
But I knew you couldn't really
have done anything so stupid.
I wanted to help.
He was so unfriendly...the cottage was awful.
You surprise me.
He was cooking his supper.
I met his mother.
Well,
if it made you feel any better,
What do you mean by that?
All this Lady of the Manor
stuff...popping in on the peasants.
That's what I mean.
Really, Christina,
What on earth do you think you're doing?
Don't you realise he probably didn't
want to see you like that?
He probably felt humiliated
having you standing
over him while he
cooked the supper.
Especially you, Christina.
Why especially me?
Because he loves you.
Nonsense, you're making it up.
If it makes you feel any better.
That's why he helped with Sweetbriar.
You don't love him, do you?
Of course not.
Why "of course"?
You're a human being.
Or has Mark managed to
convert you after all?
Thank you, Violet.
Not enjoy your meal, Christina?
I wasn't hungry.
Not developing into a picker, I hope
Can't stand pickers.
People who pick at their food.
Eh?
I just wasn't hungry, Uncle
-It's difficult to imagine why
You can't even lose your
appetite in this house.
Excuse me.
You're not thinking of shovelling
it into your pocket
and dashing down to the village with it?
Excuse me.
What will Mary say when she
runs out of eggs, hmm?
I'll tell you.
She'll blame Violet
Runs in the family, you see
Stealing.
Then she'll get dismissed.
And you'll really have
helped Dick, won't you?
Here.
Can you lend me some money?
No
I told you.
I'm glad he's gone.
Can you lend me some money?
I haven't got any money.
I never have any money.
Ask Father
-Ha, very funny.
Hmm.
A bit garish, isn't it, for a table cloth?
Apart from being
several sizes too small...
Well that's for the
horses', Master William.
What? All of them?
No, no. Gold Willow.
Hmm.
Must have cost a small fortune.
Ah...it did.
Oh, well,
I'm glad the horses are all
nicely tucked up at night.
That'll really reassure me as I lie
there, shivering in my sheets.
You didn't cost 200 Guineas.
Glad to see you've got your
priorities right as usual, Father.
What?
Um, nothing,
Right
Let's have a look at it.
Steady boy.
That would be a good idea.
Something nice and inconspicuous.
Never trace that, would they?
A red, yellow and black horse
blanket on his bed.
Or were you hoping to sell it?
I'm not very good at this sort of thing.
If you're going to continue with
this dreadful Lady Bountiful act,
What about the feed room?
The horse's feed room?
I'm not giving him a bundle of hay.
Since when did Flambards'
horses live on hay alone?
What is it they give them
when they're sick?
Brandy,
eggs.
William
You're a genius.
Thank you.
You can take them this time, Miss.
Only, don't make a habit of it.
Or you have to account for
everything to Master Mark.
I wouldn't like to finish up
same as young Dick.
Violet,
They're not from the pantry.
No, no, of course not.
They're for all of you.
Come on, Christina.
I'll race you back to the house.
I'm not racing against you.
You go on.
Dick?
Dick told me to tell you
we don't want any charity.
But they were very nice.
Thank you.
Why couldn't Dick have
told me that himself?
Didn't you know?
He's gone away
Where?
To join the army.
Dick's going to be a soldier.
One less mouth to feed, after all.
Oh hell.
We have put in a new Gnome.
Wouldn't an engine
have been better?
Well, it is an engine.
Oh...haha...I see.
Yes.
I wouldn't make jokes like
that when William is about.
He quite loses his sense of
humour at times like this.
Mmm.
Now our problem all along has been
if the engine is powerful enough
to get the aircraft off the ground,
it's too heavy for it
to actually fly along.
That does seem a problem.
But...not any longer.
- We hope...
- Now that you've got your new Gnome.
Hm.
Uh, you still here?
Hmm...evidently.
All dressed up and nowhere to go.
I did think I was going to have a
free display of your aeronautical skills.
Obviously, I was wrong.
Well, it can't be helped.
We had a bit of trouble
with the propeller pitch.
Not the drag and thrust or
the power-to-weight ratio?
They were all right, were they?
Uh, I've been entertaining
Christina with a few facts.
And she still doesn't understand
a word of it.
At least if I ever go up in an aeroplane,
I shall be sure to take my Gnome with me.
Well, what the hell's that?
Your mid-morning repast, Sir.
Might I ask the reason
for this extravagance?
Where's Mary?
Not here.
Violet?
Not here either.
But why aren't they here?
You do know what day it is?
You haven't answered my
question. Why aren't they here?
I gave them the morning off.
Why?
For the coronation.
You...What?
Might I have a
drink do you think?
I run this house!
You try to remember that in future.
Thank you, yes.
Are you sure it'll work?
Stand back.
Just like a boat, you see?
For turning left or right?
Let's hope it doesn't sink.
William, have you
checked everything?
Now, you come along, my dear.
All right, Joe.
Now don't miss it, my dear
William would never forgive you.
And this is where I might be.
Switch is on.
Off
Switch is on.
What a noise.
- What?
- Pardon?
And to think he's
scared of horses.
Andre Beaumont is the inspiration.
Who?
He is the hero of the moment, my dear.
William will be up there with
him one day, believe me.
And if my eyes look better, so would I.
At this rate, we're gonna
have to cut a gap in the trees.
No!
It's only the undercarriage
and one propeller blade.
Oh, wonderful. It's the
undercarriage again.
It could have been a lot worse.
Oh, we soon fix that.
William, are you all right?
Yes.
First aid box, Joe.
To another successful voyage.
Please.
Successful?
But certainly
Once I turned a complete
somersault on one wing
She took a week to put right.
Or if we just swap things around
so that I got damaged instead of Emma.
William!
All I have to do is lie in bed and
wait for nature to do her stuff.
Emma costs money.
I told you not to
worry about that
Anyway, you look bitter.
She flies now?
Oh, yeah, she flies.
Almost as high as a horse.
One day she'll jump the trees.
You'll see.
Put some clothes on...you look disgusting.
Where's William?
God knows
But here comes one of the slaves.
Looks like she's been celebrating early.
Ah.
They must have heard I was coming.
I don't know.
I rather think it's another little
event they're celebrating.
That little charade in London...nonsense.
Master William?
It is.
Mr. William leads a double life, Mary.
Don't tell anyone.
Oh...
This is my niece, Rose.
Mr. William
Miss Christina.
I didn't know you had a niece.
Come on, I'll buy
you a toffee apple.
I just want to have a
word with Mary's niece.
I know
I was only being friendly.
Next time you take orders from me.
Oh, don't cry. I can't stand blubbering women.
I...I...
Yes?
I just found out...
What?
I'm gonna have a baby.
Well, then you'll have
to go, won't you?
It's not for months yet,
not till the New Year.
It's a pity you girls don't think of
the expense involved getting replacements.
But I can work until January.
Do you know who the father is?
Of course I know.
Would it be indelicate to enquire?
I cannot tell a lie, Father.
I see.
Here...now get out.
Violet?
What's the matter?
Mark?
What's the matter with Violet?
She's just got the sack.
Why, Mark?
Couldn't your father afford
to pay her? Is that it?
Yes, that's it.
It's not really, is it?
No.
She's got into a spot of trouble,
if you must know.
And who got her into it?
As if I couldn't guess.
Who's that?
Lieutenant Conneau.
Who?
Andre Beaumont.
Oh,
"The Hero of the Moment"
Have you been reading the newspapers?
A little bird told me.
Why has he got two names?
Perhaps he's shy, like me...
Would you say that's straight?
No, I wouldn't.
Ah.
Do you know what he's famous for?
Flying.
Brilliant.
Mr. Dermot told me.
Ah, he's been telling you a lot of things.
There's one thing he didn't tell me
Hmm?
Why Violet got the sack?
Mark told you.
No.
The real reason.
Or am I too young to know?
It seems faintly indecent, somehow,
talking about it with your cousin.
Talking about what?
Oh, you don't want me to
spell it out, do you?
Didn't Aunt Grace ever give
you a serious heart to heart?
You know?
Only about sewing.
I'm sorry.
Tell you what.
Forget I'm your cousin.
Treat me like another brother.
All right.
Mark has got Violet into trouble.
What sort of trouble?
She's going to have a baby.
His baby.
And that's the person
I'm supposed to marry.
Rumour has it.
It's flying, William, it's flying..look at it.
Hooray!
Don't pull too hard, you'll frighten it.
Oh, no.
Come here.
She'll not escape.
All right, Christina, wind it in now.
It's a bit too windy.
William?
Huh?
William?
What's Violet going to do?
Do?
Mm.
Well, she won't find another
job, that's for sure.
Then they won't have any money.
Unless Dick sends some
On a soldier's pay?
I dare say he sends all he can already.
And we've got to do something,
otherwise they'll starve.
Yes.
Well, please suggest something.
Well, I don't recommend any more
raids on the feed room.
And I certainly don't see Mark
or Father coming to the rescue.
Well, what am I going to do, William?
Why not stop ranting and raving and
think about it calmly and logically?
Calmly and logically.
It's not another aeronautical
problem, you know.
All the more reason to
be calm and logical.
Now,
What I'm thinking is there's no one
who can help at Flambards.
But fortunately, the Russell family
doesn't stop at Flambards, does it?
Dear Aunt Grace,
Could you possibly lend me some money?
As much as you can spare?
I'll pay you back the
minute I'm 21. I promise.
Who's been writing to you then?
I'm not talking to you.
Right, Miss, it's to let.
Where have they gone?
Away...that's all I know.
And good riddance.
I'm sure they'll be all right.
Anyway, you've done all you can.
What I've done is make things worse.
Stop thinking about it.
You can't change anything now.
Do you promise?
Oh, by the way, that £5, if you
don't know what to do with it.
No.
I haven't said what
I wanted it for yet.
You don't have to.
I'm not contributing it to the "Save
Emma Fund", and that's final.
But, Christina, we
need new fabric.
No.
The longer I can stop you from flying
Emma or any other aeroplane,
the longer I have somebody with some
decent human feelings about the place.
Oh, how selfish of you.
You know, for a second, I thought
you were someone else.
Mark.
Thought you weren't
talking to me?
I am not.
Not ever again.
I'll meet you in the
stables in 10 minutes.
All right, 15.
Don't the supper ruined after all.
But at least the nights
are drawing in.
Soon be time for hunting again.
I bet you're looking forward
to it as much as I am.
Thought so.
Well, it is nice to
have a chat, Christina.
Clears the air.
Dick.
The hell do you want?
Dick.
Stop it!
Stop it, both of you!
You'll kill each other.
Mark!
Fowler!
Fowler!
Dick?
Dick who used to work here?
Yes.
Down by the water splash.
Well, what can I do about it?
Old boy like me?
I don't know...do something!
Oh, anything.
Oh, can't interfere, Miss,
that's between the two of them.
That's ridiculous.
Perhaps Dick just heard what
happened to his sister Violet.
Well, you can't say he didn't
deserve it, can you?
You're savages, all of you.
You're as bad as
the rest of them.
A sense of fair
play, Christina.
That's what we've been
brought up to believe in.
Nothing happened to Treasure, I hope.
Anyway, I thought you
liked blood sports.
I must take Mark up some dinner.
I don't think he'll feel
very much like eating.
A charitable thought
all the same.
Mark?
Can you speak?
Not really.
He's right, you won't
want that thing to eat.
Shall I stay?
Or do you want me to go?
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Perhaps we could fit an engine to
your uncle's wheelchair, Miss Christina.
Christina
With a horn.
Summon the servants.
Well, then, Joe, we'll fit that
propeller tomorrow.
Right-O.
Come on.
It can't be that bad.
We haven't seen Dick for weeks.
When you sack people, you often don't.
I'll race you back.
Last one back...feeds the horses!
Oh no! Anything but that.
Will that be all?
Why,
isn't that enough?
Haven't you got some floors to sweep?
Mark?
I'll see you tomorrow, shall I?
Just wait until tomorrow comes.
Shall we?
What's that on your skirt?
Right...there.
Cheat!
Oh, you cheat!
Ohhhh!
Who's a cheat?
Wait, Christina
Wait, I'm out of breath.
Go on, get feeding.
- I won!
- Where have you been all day?
Out!
Playing with his potty planes, I suppose.
I don't believe it.
You haven't been reduced
to reading, have you?
Oh, no, no... Horse and Hound.
No hunting for months.
I don't know why we can't
hibernate till November.
What are you doing tomorrow, Christina?
Um,
- Going out...
-With William.
Oh, not again!
Christina.
What makes you so irresistible?
Are you sure it won't fall off?
Fall off?
What can possibly fall off?
That thing you just fitted.
That thing, Christina, is the engine.
And if you don't keep your
daft comments to yourself,
I'll bash you
with this thing.
Oh-ho
Stop it!
I only asked.
What on earth are you doing?
What about that ride
you promised me?
I told you, I'm going out with William.
Well, he'll be ages yet.
No,
It's only five o'clock.
What?
Best time of the day.
No, Mark
I will not go for a ride with you.
You're not bullying me.
Close the door on the way out.
Christina.
No.
Who saddled the
horses this morning?
Not you?
It's no use having a dog and
barking yourself, is it?
I asked the new lad, Tommy
Dick's replacement
Very obliging.
And Dick was so unobliging.
Come on.
Dick asked for everything he got.
You just can't go around
stealing other people's
horses and expect to
get away with it.
He didn't steal Sweetbriar, I did.
And I got away with it.
But you're not a
servant, Christina.
But sometimes you behave like one.
Anyway, I'm glad he's gone.
Oh, I realise that.
I'd like to know the real reason
why you are so concerned about this.
Pardon?
Mind how you take it
down this bank, Christina.
I can, manage.
Thank you, Mark.
Dick's mother's an invalid.
Did you know that?
Yes.
And should she suffer,
too, for his mistakes?
Oh, good God, Christina,
You can't put the whole
world's worries on your shoulders
Anyway.
There's always the workhouse
for people like that.
That's what it's there for.
You've got no feelings at all.
You're like an animal.
I like animals.
Can you tell me where Dick Wright Lives?
Hello, Dick.
Come in, Miss.
I was wondering how
you were managing?
Fine.
It smells nice.
It's Rabbit Stew.
Do ya want some?
No, of course you wouldn't.
If there's anything I can do...I
know you don't like me asking you...
Look, I told you before,
we'll manage.
I'm sorry.
Look,
You better go.
You shouldn't have come
here in the first place.
Dick?
Dick?
Who is it?
Miss Christina From Flambards, Ma.
Oh, Dick, I'd like to meet her.
I don't think you should.
Please, Dick.
You can have a word with
my mother if you like.
Miss Christina, is it?
Dick said so much about you.
Will you sit down?
Isn't that right, Dick?
I'm going for some firewood, Mother.
I know he finds it hard
looking after me all day.
He's a wonderful nurse, mind.
Not like Violet.
Restless one, she is.
I don't know why
She riles Dick.
I mean, she works hard,
but she keeps telling him
He don't say much,
but he hates it.
You don't mind me talking like this?
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
It would be so much easier
for both of them.
If there's anything I can do.
No, thank you.
Did Dick tell you to say that?
What if he did?
He says we can manage...
...and we'll manage.
And what if he gets caught?
Caught?
You don't buy the rabbits
for your stew, do you?
Well, I won't tell anybody.
But then how would you manage?
They'd put him in prison.
It would be his second offence.
Goodbye, Miss Christina.
Goodbye, Dick.
Miss Christina?
You tell Master Mark
He should try visiting a workhouse
before he starts recommending them.
Soon be ready.
What for?
The test flight, of course.
Will?
Mhm.
Will?
I went to see Dick yesterday.
- Will!
- You said something?
- I said...
- I thought it must be my imagination.
But I thought I heard you say
you went to see Dick yesterday.
But I knew you couldn't really
have done anything so stupid.
I wanted to help.
He was so unfriendly...the cottage was awful.
You surprise me.
He was cooking his supper.
I met his mother.
Well,
if it made you feel any better,
What do you mean by that?
All this Lady of the Manor
stuff...popping in on the peasants.
That's what I mean.
Really, Christina,
What on earth do you think you're doing?
Don't you realise he probably didn't
want to see you like that?
He probably felt humiliated
having you standing
over him while he
cooked the supper.
Especially you, Christina.
Why especially me?
Because he loves you.
Nonsense, you're making it up.
If it makes you feel any better.
That's why he helped with Sweetbriar.
You don't love him, do you?
Of course not.
Why "of course"?
You're a human being.
Or has Mark managed to
convert you after all?
Thank you, Violet.
Not enjoy your meal, Christina?
I wasn't hungry.
Not developing into a picker, I hope
Can't stand pickers.
People who pick at their food.
Eh?
I just wasn't hungry, Uncle
-It's difficult to imagine why
You can't even lose your
appetite in this house.
Excuse me.
You're not thinking of shovelling
it into your pocket
and dashing down to the village with it?
Excuse me.
What will Mary say when she
runs out of eggs, hmm?
I'll tell you.
She'll blame Violet
Runs in the family, you see
Stealing.
Then she'll get dismissed.
And you'll really have
helped Dick, won't you?
Here.
Can you lend me some money?
No
I told you.
I'm glad he's gone.
Can you lend me some money?
I haven't got any money.
I never have any money.
Ask Father
-Ha, very funny.
Hmm.
A bit garish, isn't it, for a table cloth?
Apart from being
several sizes too small...
Well that's for the
horses', Master William.
What? All of them?
No, no. Gold Willow.
Hmm.
Must have cost a small fortune.
Ah...it did.
Oh, well,
I'm glad the horses are all
nicely tucked up at night.
That'll really reassure me as I lie
there, shivering in my sheets.
You didn't cost 200 Guineas.
Glad to see you've got your
priorities right as usual, Father.
What?
Um, nothing,
Right
Let's have a look at it.
Steady boy.
That would be a good idea.
Something nice and inconspicuous.
Never trace that, would they?
A red, yellow and black horse
blanket on his bed.
Or were you hoping to sell it?
I'm not very good at this sort of thing.
If you're going to continue with
this dreadful Lady Bountiful act,
What about the feed room?
The horse's feed room?
I'm not giving him a bundle of hay.
Since when did Flambards'
horses live on hay alone?
What is it they give them
when they're sick?
Brandy,
eggs.
William
You're a genius.
Thank you.
You can take them this time, Miss.
Only, don't make a habit of it.
Or you have to account for
everything to Master Mark.
I wouldn't like to finish up
same as young Dick.
Violet,
They're not from the pantry.
No, no, of course not.
They're for all of you.
Come on, Christina.
I'll race you back to the house.
I'm not racing against you.
You go on.
Dick?
Dick told me to tell you
we don't want any charity.
But they were very nice.
Thank you.
Why couldn't Dick have
told me that himself?
Didn't you know?
He's gone away
Where?
To join the army.
Dick's going to be a soldier.
One less mouth to feed, after all.
Oh hell.
We have put in a new Gnome.
Wouldn't an engine
have been better?
Well, it is an engine.
Oh...haha...I see.
Yes.
I wouldn't make jokes like
that when William is about.
He quite loses his sense of
humour at times like this.
Mmm.
Now our problem all along has been
if the engine is powerful enough
to get the aircraft off the ground,
it's too heavy for it
to actually fly along.
That does seem a problem.
But...not any longer.
- We hope...
- Now that you've got your new Gnome.
Hm.
Uh, you still here?
Hmm...evidently.
All dressed up and nowhere to go.
I did think I was going to have a
free display of your aeronautical skills.
Obviously, I was wrong.
Well, it can't be helped.
We had a bit of trouble
with the propeller pitch.
Not the drag and thrust or
the power-to-weight ratio?
They were all right, were they?
Uh, I've been entertaining
Christina with a few facts.
And she still doesn't understand
a word of it.
At least if I ever go up in an aeroplane,
I shall be sure to take my Gnome with me.
Well, what the hell's that?
Your mid-morning repast, Sir.
Might I ask the reason
for this extravagance?
Where's Mary?
Not here.
Violet?
Not here either.
But why aren't they here?
You do know what day it is?
You haven't answered my
question. Why aren't they here?
I gave them the morning off.
Why?
For the coronation.
You...What?
Might I have a
drink do you think?
I run this house!
You try to remember that in future.
Thank you, yes.
Are you sure it'll work?
Stand back.
Just like a boat, you see?
For turning left or right?
Let's hope it doesn't sink.
William, have you
checked everything?
Now, you come along, my dear.
All right, Joe.
Now don't miss it, my dear
William would never forgive you.
And this is where I might be.
Switch is on.
Off
Switch is on.
What a noise.
- What?
- Pardon?
And to think he's
scared of horses.
Andre Beaumont is the inspiration.
Who?
He is the hero of the moment, my dear.
William will be up there with
him one day, believe me.
And if my eyes look better, so would I.
At this rate, we're gonna
have to cut a gap in the trees.
No!
It's only the undercarriage
and one propeller blade.
Oh, wonderful. It's the
undercarriage again.
It could have been a lot worse.
Oh, we soon fix that.
William, are you all right?
Yes.
First aid box, Joe.
To another successful voyage.
Please.
Successful?
But certainly
Once I turned a complete
somersault on one wing
She took a week to put right.
Or if we just swap things around
so that I got damaged instead of Emma.
William!
All I have to do is lie in bed and
wait for nature to do her stuff.
Emma costs money.
I told you not to
worry about that
Anyway, you look bitter.
She flies now?
Oh, yeah, she flies.
Almost as high as a horse.
One day she'll jump the trees.
You'll see.
Put some clothes on...you look disgusting.
Where's William?
God knows
But here comes one of the slaves.
Looks like she's been celebrating early.
Ah.
They must have heard I was coming.
I don't know.
I rather think it's another little
event they're celebrating.
That little charade in London...nonsense.
Master William?
It is.
Mr. William leads a double life, Mary.
Don't tell anyone.
Oh...
This is my niece, Rose.
Mr. William
Miss Christina.
I didn't know you had a niece.
Come on, I'll buy
you a toffee apple.
I just want to have a
word with Mary's niece.
I know
I was only being friendly.
Next time you take orders from me.
Oh, don't cry. I can't stand blubbering women.
I...I...
Yes?
I just found out...
What?
I'm gonna have a baby.
Well, then you'll have
to go, won't you?
It's not for months yet,
not till the New Year.
It's a pity you girls don't think of
the expense involved getting replacements.
But I can work until January.
Do you know who the father is?
Of course I know.
Would it be indelicate to enquire?
I cannot tell a lie, Father.
I see.
Here...now get out.
Violet?
What's the matter?
Mark?
What's the matter with Violet?
She's just got the sack.
Why, Mark?
Couldn't your father afford
to pay her? Is that it?
Yes, that's it.
It's not really, is it?
No.
She's got into a spot of trouble,
if you must know.
And who got her into it?
As if I couldn't guess.
Who's that?
Lieutenant Conneau.
Who?
Andre Beaumont.
Oh,
"The Hero of the Moment"
Have you been reading the newspapers?
A little bird told me.
Why has he got two names?
Perhaps he's shy, like me...
Would you say that's straight?
No, I wouldn't.
Ah.
Do you know what he's famous for?
Flying.
Brilliant.
Mr. Dermot told me.
Ah, he's been telling you a lot of things.
There's one thing he didn't tell me
Hmm?
Why Violet got the sack?
Mark told you.
No.
The real reason.
Or am I too young to know?
It seems faintly indecent, somehow,
talking about it with your cousin.
Talking about what?
Oh, you don't want me to
spell it out, do you?
Didn't Aunt Grace ever give
you a serious heart to heart?
You know?
Only about sewing.
I'm sorry.
Tell you what.
Forget I'm your cousin.
Treat me like another brother.
All right.
Mark has got Violet into trouble.
What sort of trouble?
She's going to have a baby.
His baby.
And that's the person
I'm supposed to marry.
Rumour has it.
It's flying, William, it's flying..look at it.
Hooray!
Don't pull too hard, you'll frighten it.
Oh, no.
Come here.
She'll not escape.
All right, Christina, wind it in now.
It's a bit too windy.
William?
Huh?
William?
What's Violet going to do?
Do?
Mm.
Well, she won't find another
job, that's for sure.
Then they won't have any money.
Unless Dick sends some
On a soldier's pay?
I dare say he sends all he can already.
And we've got to do something,
otherwise they'll starve.
Yes.
Well, please suggest something.
Well, I don't recommend any more
raids on the feed room.
And I certainly don't see Mark
or Father coming to the rescue.
Well, what am I going to do, William?
Why not stop ranting and raving and
think about it calmly and logically?
Calmly and logically.
It's not another aeronautical
problem, you know.
All the more reason to
be calm and logical.
Now,
What I'm thinking is there's no one
who can help at Flambards.
But fortunately, the Russell family
doesn't stop at Flambards, does it?
Dear Aunt Grace,
Could you possibly lend me some money?
As much as you can spare?
I'll pay you back the
minute I'm 21. I promise.
Who's been writing to you then?
I'm not talking to you.
Right, Miss, it's to let.
Where have they gone?
Away...that's all I know.
And good riddance.
I'm sure they'll be all right.
Anyway, you've done all you can.
What I've done is make things worse.
Stop thinking about it.
You can't change anything now.
Do you promise?
Oh, by the way, that £5, if you
don't know what to do with it.
No.
I haven't said what
I wanted it for yet.
You don't have to.
I'm not contributing it to the "Save
Emma Fund", and that's final.
But, Christina, we
need new fabric.
No.
The longer I can stop you from flying
Emma or any other aeroplane,
the longer I have somebody with some
decent human feelings about the place.
Oh, how selfish of you.
You know, for a second, I thought
you were someone else.
Mark.
Thought you weren't
talking to me?
I am not.
Not ever again.
I'll meet you in the
stables in 10 minutes.
All right, 15.
Don't the supper ruined after all.
But at least the nights
are drawing in.
Soon be time for hunting again.
I bet you're looking forward
to it as much as I am.
Thought so.
Well, it is nice to
have a chat, Christina.
Clears the air.
Dick.
The hell do you want?
Dick.
Stop it!
Stop it, both of you!
You'll kill each other.
Mark!
Fowler!
Fowler!
Dick?
Dick who used to work here?
Yes.
Down by the water splash.
Well, what can I do about it?
Old boy like me?
I don't know...do something!
Oh, anything.
Oh, can't interfere, Miss,
that's between the two of them.
That's ridiculous.
Perhaps Dick just heard what
happened to his sister Violet.
Well, you can't say he didn't
deserve it, can you?
You're savages, all of you.
You're as bad as
the rest of them.
A sense of fair
play, Christina.
That's what we've been
brought up to believe in.
Nothing happened to Treasure, I hope.
Anyway, I thought you
liked blood sports.
I must take Mark up some dinner.
I don't think he'll feel
very much like eating.
A charitable thought
all the same.
Mark?
Can you speak?
Not really.
He's right, you won't
want that thing to eat.
Shall I stay?
Or do you want me to go?
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