Hetty Feather (2015–2020): Season 5, Episode 4 - The Folly - full transcript

It's a code.
The road to the Dawn Star

begins in the secret ambry.

We get the stuff, we're gone.

He tried to publicly disgrace me.

I could not abide to end my journey
without making amends.

What's she doing here?!

I think this one's for you.

I didn't know you had friends
in New York.

You're clever.

That's why Jack wants to marry you.

I can understand how she might
have got the wrong end of the stick.



If there was a jewel in this house
worth thousands,

your father would know of it.

They spent all night trying

to find a clue in a secret
hidey-hole, and then what do I find?

I find this, in a secret hidey-hole.

NARRATES: Courage took many forms.

BELL DINGS

Being brave meant different things
to each of us.

SHE COUGHS
For some, it was facing our demons.

Sorry, milady. The...
Would you mind - a little water?

Taking a step into the unknown

and staring our worst fears
in the eye.

Sometimes, it was the simple things
that took courage,

like offering
the hand of friendship.



Good morning.

Good morning.

And even though the unknown
could be absolutely terrifying...

..sometimes
it was also the most thrilling.

With another house guest,
you will be busier.

And as she is ailing, one of you
will attend to Lady Grenford.

She's bad enough when she's well.
Imagine what she'd be like ill!

Please, Mr Ambrose,
that wouldn't be me, would it?

Excellent idea, Lizzie.
You'd be perfect.

But I'm not very good
with old people. Am I, Aggie?

He's pulling your leg.

Agnes, hearths. And then the kitchen
with Flo, Gideon,

Master Ashok. And, Lizzie...

I have a very special task for you.

The moths have invaded
the linen cupboard.

You will strip the beds.

You will boil the sheets
and you will rinse them

in lavender water.

Please.

Hetty.

Lady Grenford will take a late
breakfast of toast

and weak tea. Hetty.

And it'd better be piping.

Lady Grenford,

may I present the maharajah
Ashok Ramachandra of Jaipur?

At your service.

You're Prasad's boy.

I'm his grandson.

You have the same bearing
and striking eyes.

My grandfather was the most handsome
man in Jaipur. And at Oxford,

according to your grandfather.

Prasad was never troubled
by modesty.

A maharajah does not need
to be modest.

My father told you not to come back!

Constance, back to the nursery.

Lady Grenford, I must apologise.

The sooner we appoint a nursery maid
for Constance...

I see you've been introduced.

We were just talking
about a previous maharajah.

The old rogue...
He was nothing of the sort!

Oh, I'm sure Lady Grenford
meant it affectionately.

Perhaps we should leave her to rest.

Maybe some...
What is that? Hiero-gur-rifiths?

Hieroglyphics?

Little pictures.

What's it mean, then? Eh?
If you know so much about it.

Cheeky.

You're going to find out, my girl,
if we're going to find it.

Now...

I need to return some of that stuff
with me.

I can help. What?

And have Agnes bleating on about
why you're not in the kitchen?

Oi.

Don't you go getting pally with her.

We leave in a few days,
I've told you.

Unless you think
she knows something.

Good.

If anybody wants me, I'm in here
and I'm not to be disturbed.

Understood?

Good, girl.

You can't go in Master Ashok's
bedroom.

He's particular
about who he allows in there.

The maids set their nursery bedding
over there.

Then you'd better start on this, or
otherwise you'll never

have it dry in time. Yes, Hetty.

I'd better get this
to Lady Grenford.

I'm sure she'll have something
to find fault with.

If the bread's not over-toasted,
it'll be the wrong jam.

Your breakfast, Lady Grenford.
Thank you, dear.

I might attempt a morsel or two.

Oh, here.

Pour the tea, would you?

Lemon. Not milk.

Will this be all, Lady Grenford?

Not quite.

Would you mind?

I do so miss a view.

It's a clear day, quite bright.

There are some clouds coming, but...

..the trees are wonderful
at the moment.

There's yellows, greens, russets...

And the red just leaps out at you.

You have a delightful turn
of phrase.

Perhaps, once the doctor's been,

you might stay a while?

It's rather lonely being ill.

The weather is fine.

I do not understand
this English obsession with...

Yes, it is quite fine.

Master Ashok was disappointed
to find the ambry empty.

Me too.

I really thought we'd find
the Dawn Star,

or at the very least a map.

I hoped I might finally get
to return it to its rightful home.

Sometimes I fear I never will.

But you might.

If I haven't found the Dawn Star

by the time I leave for school,
you will keep looking.

And when you find it,
you'll put it here,

where it belongs.

I have a feeling we'll find it
before then.

If it's any consolation,
whoever has it now is cursed!

HE LAUGHS

HE CLEARS THROAT

GASPS: A horse!

I love horses, don't you?

Of course you do!
Everyone loves horses.

Come on!

We'll go riding.

Nothing chases off disappointment
like a gallop.

I can't actually gallop.
Then we can canter.

You can actually canter?

Not really, no.

You cannot ride?

Then I will have to teach you.

Come!

Hetty?

Dr Lees, Lady Grenford's physician.

You will tell me
if the doctor's concerned,

or if it's better news?

Yes, Mrs Calendar.

Thank you.

All done? All done, all done.
All back in place.

The only thing left in that bag,
my girl, is our ticket out of here.

Nothing strenuous,
not in my weakened state.

Might a second opinion be useful?

Our own doctor specialises
in conditions of the heart.

I was going to contact him anyway.

I'm sure he'd be only too happy...
My dear,

contemplating one's mortality
is never easy,

but one must be brave
and face facts.

Besides, I am quite exhausted.

I don't think I could withstand
another examination.

George has asked me to find
you comfortable accommodation.

By the sea might suit if your doctor
recommends fresh air

and away from the noise
of a family home,

which must be tiring for you.

This one is beautiful.

What's his name?

Mr Bumble, Mrs Calendar's horse.

He's dangerous and unpredictable.

My stepmother is the only one
that can ride him. Dangerous?

Horses aren't dangerous,
you just need to understand them.

Actually, this one's a little...
Apple?

Or some hay.

See? I speak softly.

And I have one hand on the bridle.

I'm showing him who's the boss.

Here, you try. No, I can't.

Give him your hand.

Let him smell you. Stroke his head.

See how strong he is?

We must get you into the saddle.

I think there's nothing
that you can't do.

You don't understand.

It's not that simple. Why?

Cos you cannot walk?

You don't need to walk -
let the horse do it for you.

Can I help?

We're...out of eggs.

You could get us some more
if it's no trouble.

It was nice what Mr Ambrose was
saying about me being a housekeeper.

One day.

I think you'll be a very good one.

Thank you.

Makes a change,
having someone look out for me.

When you've got as many little
brothers and sisters as I have,

you get a bit sick of being asked
for help all the time.

Must be nice, though,
having a big family.

Aggie,
can you help me peg this out?

See what I mean?

The sooner you learn to stand
on your own two feet, the better.

It doesn't matter.

It's awfully pretty.

It's made from
the finest Indian silk.

A gift from the young
maharajah's grandfather.

You knew him?

He was at Oxford
with my dear friend Monty.

The stories I could tell you
about him would make

your hair curl.

Montague Calendar?

Were you and he...?

Oh, goodness, no!

Oh, he might have proposed once
when he was in his cups,

but he was a confirmed bachelor.

He was a funny man, though,

more so than the one
I went on to marry -

gambled away all my money
and left me penniless.

That was your money?

Oh, my dear girl,

once we marry, everything
we own becomes our husband's.

Perhaps you should have stuck
with Montague.

SHE LAUGHS

He was a worse gambler
than my husband

and the maharajah put together!

I wish we'd remained friends,
though.

My husband wouldn't allow it.

Perhaps I should have been braver
and stood up to him.

Take some advice from an old woman.

Forge your path.

Don't allow others
to tell you what you want.

Life is short.

I should know.

This must be terribly dull for you,
listening to an old woman

reminisce. Not at all, milady.

I love hearing stories
about adventures.

That's why you're looking
for the Dawn Star.

Oh, it's just a silly game.

I should fetch your tea.

Milady.

KNOCKING

DOOR OPENS, KEYS RATTLE

I wasn't... I was looking for...
Mr Ambrose?

I'll get him, shall I? No.

I made a mistake.
I didn't mean to.

What do you think he'd do
if he found you in here?

Dismiss you, I'd imagine.
Your sister too, probably.

Please don't.

Go on.

Jack. Jack.

Before you say anything,
you're my friend, and I don't want

what happened to change that.

I have the opportunity to go
to New York, but I can't bear

the thought of never seeing
you again.

Look.

It's a wonderful place,
really modern,

full of opportunities for everyone,

not just teachers.

Imagine a place where you could be
anything you wanted.

Do you really think so?

Of course! Lady Grenford told me
all about when she was younger.

Lady Grenford?

I know.

I think being ill has made her
realise the important

things in life.

And I want mine to be full
of adventures. Don't you?

Yeah. Yeah!

I'm so glad.
I have to get back to her,

but I'll see you later.

Look what I found!

It must be Uncle Monty's. He raced
horses at Abingdon, didn't you know?

He must have been a fast runner.

We're not actually going to ride
Mr Bumble, because my stepmother

I'm not!

I'm simply concerned
for my stepmother.

You need to learn to be brave,
Edwin, like a man.

Please, Master Ashok,
there are other horses.

I give the orders.

You really should get down.
Mr Bumble throws

all riders except my stepmother.

You think I'm afraid?

I'm not afraid,
and I do not associate with cowards.

HORSE WHINNIES

What do we do now?

We go after him.

Was he on Mr Bumble?

They're headed for the woods.

All right, I'll saddle a horse,
it'll be quicker.

Poor Lizzie!
The pegs must've fallen off.

I suppose that's what happens
when people stick their noses

where they don't belong.

Master Ashok!

Master Ashok!

Looks like they came this way.

At least we're looking
in the right area.

We'll find him. I know, I know.

Look, Gid,
I need to tell you something.

It's Hetty. She's asked me to go
to New York with her. What?!

You can't! She can't!

I thought she hadn't decided yet.

Have you found something?
Fresh hoofprints,

so they can't be far.
WHISPERS: Just keep it quiet!

I haven't even decided
if I'll go yet.

You're not really considering it?

But this is your home -
you belong here.

Come along! We need to go.

Maybe it's just time
I tried something else.

Once I finish these, I thought
I might give Lizzie a hand.

She got herself in such a state.

It's difficult working with family.

When I first started, Mr Ambrose
knew that if he treated me

differently,
the other staff would resent me.

So he was stricter with me
than with them.

He used to upset me at first,
but then when I got older,

I realised that
it was for my own good.

He was being cruel to be kind.

You think I should be strict with
Lizzie? It's up to you,

but I suppose if you want to be
a proper housekeeper...

..you can't be seen
to have favourites.

That's really neat.

You're getting quicker.

Thank you, Flo.

Ashok, Ashok! Over here!

Master Ashok, are you all right?

I hurt my ankle.

I think I may have broken it
when the hor...

HORSE SNORTS

We'll help you home.
But I can't walk.

And I've lost the box
for the Dawn Star.

Then we'll help you find it.

Jack will help you to a seat
whilst we search.

If he's injured,
perhaps we should take him home.

We'll start over here.

The crop, please, Jack.

Suppose you think this was my fault.

Doesn't matter what I think.

But I know what it's like
to want an adventure.

Found it!

Look at this.

One of those stars -
it's another clue!

I've been there a hundred times,
I've never seen that before.

The Dawn Star must be buried
here! First thing tomorrow,

we dig. We're going to find
your jewel.

We still have to get Master Ashok
back to the house, though.

Mr Bumble should be calm
if we walk him.

I don't think I can.

My ankle.

I have a better idea.

I'm hungry.

One more word, Constance, and
you'll eat in the nursery as usual.

This is supposed to be a treat.

You may serve, Ambrose.

Very good, ma'am.

Why can't I ride Mr Bumble?

As I've explained several times,
Mr Bumble is too...

Get down this instant!

I rode a horse!

And we think we found
the Dawn Star.

Might I have lessons?

Not on Mr Bumble,
but one of the other horses.

Look. You could have been hurt.

Ashok? He hurt his ankle.

Please go inside at once.

We will discuss you taking
Mr Bumble without my permission,

and then we can talk
about these riding lessons.

Hetty! Did you hear?

We know where the Dawn Star is.
We think it's right under the folly.

How do you know?
There was a star...

Doesn't matter, but we're going
to dig it up tomorrow.

Well, I can't imagine Ashok
or Edwin getting their hands dirty,

but me and Jack will.

Thank you very much!

my best friend to go with you?

No, I didn't.

I said I wanted my life
to be an adventure and...

And didn't he want that too!

I didn't mean we'd go
to New York together.

How am I going to tell him?

SHE SIGHS

NARRATES: When we're brave
and we face our fears,

it can feel as if a huge weight
has been lifted.

I hope you're not laughing at me.

Cos it's your turn next.

LAUGHTER

I was scared to tell Jack the truth.

Should I be brave and talk to him?

Or would it be kinder to keep quiet?

What if being brave ends up hurting
the people you care for the most?

Thank you for your gracious
offer, Lady Grenford,

but I have an important matter
to attend to.

And what might that be?

This is grown-up work -
none of your childish games.

You're not a grown-up, you're ten!

AMBROSE: Make it your business
to find out, my girl.

What are you doing?

Be careful!

FLO: Caught her snooping in your
room yesterday. AMBROSE: What?

And you didn't think to tell me?

I dealt with her.

Help! Help!