The Duchess of Duke Street (1976–1977): Season 2, Episode 15 - Poor Little Rich Girl - full transcript

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GWYNETH: Well, this
one won't last much longer.

I mended it last week
and again just now.

We'll put it on one side, then.

So you can put it on
my bed, I suppose,

so I can put me foot through it

and spend a sleepless night

trying to sort meself out.

Oh! Oh, Miss Lottie.

Ahh...

More music?



Yes.

Well, what is it now, then?

I want some money.
Oh, ho ho! Don't we all.

♪ I want some money ♪

♪ Give me some, give me some ♪

♪ Give me some,
give me some do ♪

Oh, I like that song.

♪ Isn't it funny,
the difference... ♪

My parlor, Lottie.

I beg your pardon?

Go to my parlor.

We'll have coffee
brought through.

LOTTIE: But I...

We're short of sheets for
the double beds, madam.



Yeah. Well, we'll
discuss that later.

Coffee, Mary.

I don't want you hobnobbing

with the servants in
the dispense, Lottie.

You make me ashamed.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

It's so small to talk like that.

- Small?
- I mean...

If you're to take your proper
place in society, my girl,

you don't hobnob
with the servants.

Mother, if I'm to take my
proper place, as you call it,

I would like to have a
little money of my own.

- Not much.
- You don't go short.

No. I know I don't. I've
got masses of things, but...

..if I could just
have a little cash.

I give you cash. Every week.

- Yes, pocket money.
- And I pay for everything you need.

But, mother, I...

Thank you, Mary.

So what more do you want?

You've got more
clothes than I ever had.

It's not clothes that
I'm worrying about.

Clothes are important,

how you look, how you dress...

- If you're to take your proper place...
- My proper place in society.

Yes, I know, and
you're most kind.

Gave you a good education.

Cost me the earth.

Yes, and I'm most grateful.

I learnt French and
how to speak well

and how to walk well.

And I learnt music.

I like music.

Yeah, your father liked music.

Yes. I know.

And, mother, I want to sing.

I mean really sing.

That's why I want
money. I need lessons.

I want lessons.

I've got the basic
instrument, as you might say,

but I need training,
how to put a song over...

how to put a song over?
How to sing, you mean.

Yes.

Yeah. All right.

All right, all right.

You shall have lessons.

Oh, mother! Oh,
you dear, lovely thing.

Yes. Well...

I'll make inquiries
about a teacher.

But, uh...

Lady Marshford's
girls had a good one.

Lady Marshford?

Yeah. I'll drop a line
to Lady Marshford.

But, mother, it's not
that kind of singing.

- I know a teacher...
- It's a nice accomplishment...

- ..singing.
- Accomplishment?!

Very nice for a lady.

A lady?

Leave it to me, Lottie.

That's what a
mother's for, isn't it?

By jove!

Damn. Damn.

Is Mrs. Trotter at home, Starr?

Uh, yes, Mrs. Leyton.

Parlor?

Yes, the parlor.

Mrs. Leyton did she say?

Yes, Miss Lottie.

Mrs. Trotter's mother.

Ah. I thought I knew that name.

He's been off-color
for a fortnight.

I didn't know.

Well, you ain't been round
for months, have you?

Now it seems to have
settled on his chest.

He's not exactly coughing,

but there's a kind of
rumble when he breathes.

So I've got him in bed,
and the doctor says

to keep him there
for a day or two,

and he's given him
a bottle of medicine

to cut the phlegm.

But I don't like
the look of him,

and he's asking for
you, so here I am.

LOUISA: What do
you want, Lottie?

My music.

Forget your head
if it was loose.

A very pretty head,
if I may say so.

Thank you.

I was wondering when we
was gonna be allowed to meet.

This is your
grandmother, Lottie.

How do you do?

You got a kiss for
your grandmother?

Mmm, nice perfume.

Mother gave it to me.

Yeah, she's got quite
a look of me about her.

- No, she hasn't.
- Oh, yes, she has.

My cheekbones.

I noticed her in the hall.

I thought to myself, I've seen
that face somewhere before...

When I was younger, of course.

Go and try your music, Lottie.

Oh, plays, does she?

Yes, grandmother.

Takes after your father, eh?

Yes.

Yes. I heard him play once.
Quite by chance, of course.

Wasn't invited here very often.

'course, I used to
strum a bit meself.

Off you go, Lottie.

And your mother
always sang, of course.

Did she? Did you sing, mother?

Yes. She got quite a nice
voice. Takes after me in that.

Off you go, Lottie.

Oh, let her stay. It's her
grandfather who's poorly.

Grandfather? Poorly?

Yes. You do have a grandfather.

Though I don't suppose you've
heard much about him or me.

Lottie...

He's been up and down
for a week or two now,

and he's asking for your mother.

Yeah. Well, uh, I'll come
around this afternoon.

Oh, may I come, too?

I'd like to meet my grandfather.

That'd be nice, I'm sure.

Thank you.

Well, quite the little
lady...considering.

How are you, dad?

Oh. Fine.

VIOLET: And this
is you know who.

Lottie.

Yes.

Don't sit on the bed, Lottie.

Not ladylike.

No, no. She's all right there.

That's what you
used to do, isn't it?

Remember?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

Sunday mornings,

fetching me a cuppa, eh?

She used to sit there.

Her mother was up, of course.

Of course. Making the tea.

And we'd have a nice old chat.

I missed her when she went.

Little thing she was.

Too young to leave home, I felt.

Well, she had
to earn her living.

Same as the rest of us.

Well...,

I don't seem
to be needed here.

I'll make the tea, then.

We'll have it downstairs.
I'll bring yours up, Ern.

Oh, ta.

Well, this is a surprise.

Oh, now, don't...

Don't fuss me, Lou.

She keeps on fussing me.

If I'm gonna die, I
want to die in peace.

Oh, dad, don't talk like that.

Well, it comes to us all,

and I want mine quiet.

You're darn right.

Yeah. Well...

Do you mind if I smoke?

No. Not in a sick room, Lottie.

Of course not. Sorry, Gramps.

No. No, no. It's all right.

I like a smoke meself sometimes, but...

..just occasionally.

You don't want swarms of
smoke around you with that chest.

Why'd you keep her
hidden so long, Lou?

I'll, uh, I'll go and
help with the tea.

Well, she's pretty.

She should get a good catch
if you play your cards well.

What about dad?
Anything I can do?

I was pretty once,

but I never played
me cards right.

Never had the
right cards to play.

Got caught up with your dad.

I don't know why
you two ever married.

Oh, he kept bothering.

And no one else asked you?

I felt sorry for him.

Oh, you surprise me.

Mmm. Well, I was surprised...

When I woke up one morning,
found meself with two babies

and a half-baked husband
fiddling with clocks all day.

He loves his clocks.

He loved me once.

Or so he said.

ERNEST: Now, I made
these parts meself.

Really?

Well, I couldn't
get replacements.

It's very old... obsolete...

and I couldn't just
throw an old friend

to one side.

You're very clever, Gramps.

Oh, not really.

I know me job.

Why "Gramps"?

I beg your pardon?

Well, why do you call me Gramps?

Where'd you get that name from?

Well, I...Oh, yes.

It was a girl at that
sick-making finishing school.

Oh. I thought it might
have been your own idea.

Now — you see that
little wheel there...

..She was very fond
of her grandfather.

She used to talk about him.

I wished I had one.

Well, you got one.

I have now.

He was very good to her.
He used to send her money.

Oh?

Her father was
killed in the war.

Oh. I see.

Well, all this Gramps
has got is clocks.

Yes. Can I look at
another one, please?

Well, let me do
this up first, eh?

She's got money.

She?

Oh! Your mother.

She's got money from my
father as well as all her own.

Yeah. Well, she's comfortable.

She's done very well.

Mmm. Do you know
how much she gives me?

I've really no idea.

A measly two bob.

- A week?
- Yes. Pocket money.

Well, that's not bad
for pocket money.

I started work on
little more than that.

Yes, but times have
changed, Gramps.

I mean, it's too darn silly...

two bob a week!

Well, uh...

I'm 22, Gramps. 22!

Well, you could, uh, take a job.

She won't let me. She
treats me like a child.

Tea is served, sir and madam.

Let me help you, grandmother.

Oh, there's a kind girl.

Shall I pour you a cup, Gramps?

Oh, ta.

Quite the little
nurse, ain't she?

I like to be useful.

Yours is downstairs, Lottie.

I think I'll stay with Gramps.

Sugar?

Thank you, dear.

LOTTIE: ♪ All
through the night ♪

♪ There's a little
brown bird singing... ♪

Two seconds and a fourth.

I don't know, Fred, we
don't seem to be having

much luck with the
horses this summer.

We need the major to
tell us what not to back.

Morning, Colonel.

I'll be in the Turkish
baths if anyone wants me.

Very good, sir.

MARY: I'll get Pearl right
away to clear up the mess.

All-night party in number
7, Mr. Starr, bottles...

STARR: Shh!

♪ All through the nighttime ♪

♪ My lonely heart is singing ♪

♪ Sweeter songs of love ♪

♪ Than the brown
bird ever knew ♪

Not bad, Miss Richards.

Not bad at all.

Thank you, Mr. Somers.

You know, you've got a voice.

I mean a voice.

I know, Mr. Somers.

Nick Somers.

Hello, Nick. I'm Lottie.

I thought you'd be
so horribly stuffy.

- Me?!
- When you arrived last week,

- you were quite a shock.
- Really?

Mother engaged you.

Oh, that's right.

On Lady Marshford's
recommendation.

She's awful.

She knew my uncle.

He taught her
daughters, you see,

and me, incidentally.

Ah. So where is he now?

Retired. Recommended
me, instead.

Sick of untalented,
empty-headed,

silly girls, he says.

Oh?

I quite dreaded you.

Hey.

But I needed the
cash, and you're...

Well, you're...

- I am not silly?
- No.

- Nor empty-headed?
- No.

And certainly
very, very talented.

Heavens yes!

Listen,

I need you.

So soon?

Clear your mind, little Lottie.

You confused it, totally.

Poor dotty Lottie.

Ha ha!

No. I write songs, you see.

- Clever boy.
- For revue.

Ah. A slight interest
dawns in my snowy breast.

Very good songs.

- Who says so?
- I say so.

So will you, when you sing them.

Young man, you presume too much.

I'm a born actress, you see.

Yes.

But with your personality
and the way you look...

Now, now.

Oh, come on, you look
lovely, and you know it,

and you move like an angel.

Oh, baby, we can
do a lot together.

Purely business, of course.

Oh, purely business, baby.

But will it make me money, baby?

Oh, more than you dreamed of.

That's impossible.

Ah, ambitious, too, eh?

When do we start?

Now! Let us not delay
the delightful hour!

Your mother?

Out!

Visiting the sick!

Blessed release!

♪ Toot-toot, Tootsie, good-bye ♪

♪ Toot-toot,
Tootsie, don't cry ♪

♪ The choo-choo train that
takes me away from you ♪

♪ No words can say
how sad it makes me ♪

♪ Kiss me, Tootsie, and then ♪

♪ Do it over again ♪

BOTH: ♪ Wait for
the mail, I'll never fail ♪

♪ If you don't get a letter,
then you'll know I'm in jail ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

♪ Tut-tut, Tootsie, don't cry ♪

♪ Toot-toot, Tootsie, good-bye ♪

That party still
going on, Starr?

No, madam.

Colonel Fitzsimmons
said he's gone to the...

BOTH: ♪ ...baby, my
mother said to me ♪

♪ Oh, yes, she said to me ♪

♪ Be a good girl, be a
good girl, be a good girl ♪

♪ My mother said to me,
oh, yes, she said to me ♪

♪ Be a good girl, be a
good girl, be a good girl ♪

♪ No hugging in the dark ♪

♪ 'cause flirting
leaves its mark ♪

Out!

♪ Be a good girl, be a
good girl, be a good girl ♪

What the bleeding
hell's going on?

Off of that piano,
you impudent young...

I asked him to.

Out!

No. Don't go.

I say, I'm very sorry.

I asked you to teach
my daughter to sing.

You call that singing,
that disgusting...

Listen to me!

You're sacked!

You can't sack him!

I shall write to Lady Marshford

and tell her you're
not to be trusted.

Oh, mother!

I assure you it was
all entirely my fault.

No, it wasn't.

Out!

Oh, you wicked girl.

Wicked? You're mad.

Mad? Me, mad? I
do me best for you,

and you turn around
to play these tricks

with half-baked young men!

How dare you! Nick is my friend!

Well, he's not anymore.

You silly old cow!

Lottie!

Don't pretend to be shocked.

You've a fair turn of language
yourself if you fancy it.

I've heard about
you and your tongue.

Oh, have you?

...and If you don't like my friends...

I like your other friends.

Yes. Those you choose for me.

Well, in future, I shall
choose them for myself.

If you don't like
them and what I do,

you can give me my money
and I'll find a home of my own.

Your home is here,

and I'm responsible for you.

And as for your money...

it comes to me by the grace
of God and Louisa Trotter, eh?

Well, it's not good enough!

I know what's best for you,

what your father would want.

He'd want me to be myself,
not some dressed-up Maypole,

carted about in the
marriage market,

pretending to be a lady.

You are a lady!

I'm a bloody little
bastard from Yorkshire!

Don't you talk to me like that!

Why didn't you leave me there?

At least I was a person!
At least I knew my place!

At least I had some
bloody shreds of dignity

instead of parading
about here by your leave...

Stop it, Lottie!

I am going to be a singer!

I'm going to be a star,
and you won't stop me!

I shall never marry!

I shall never be part
of your stupid dreams!

I've got my own dreams!
I'll be true to them!

If I starve, I'll
be true to them!

Lottie!

Oh, Charlie, love,
I need you now.

...what it boils down to is...

I don't feel like her mother.

I don't really feel as if she
was anything to do with me,

in a sort of way.

I mean...

I worry about her.

I want her to be happy.

Then make her happy.

Eh?

Give her enough
money to be independent.

I'm afraid to, dad.

Afraid? Of little Lottie?

You don't know her.

Yeah, but I know her mother,

and her grandmother...

And you can't tell me
her father was a wastrel.

No.

Well, she's no
fool, our little Lottie.

You've only met her once.

Oh, she's been here a
couple of times since.

I didn't know.

What's she after?
Didn't give her money?

I was always one for a
pretty woman, Louisa.

Oh, don't give her money, dad.

She gets her hands on money,
God knows where she'll end up.

Oh, Violet looks
after the money. I —

I flatter meself your daughter
comes here because she...

..likes her Gramps.

Yeah. I wouldn't
bet on it. She's deep.

I can't fathom her.

I want to help her...

Dad? Dad?!

You are feeling
better, aren't you?

Oh, yeah.

Mum said you was on the mend.

Yeah, well, she's
stuffing me full

of Benger's and all that, so...

..how can I fail to mend?

I feel like the whole
world is emptying.

Emptying?

Of the people I love.

Dear Major...

But we were only
playing the piano

and singing one of Nick's songs.

They're good songs.

She's so old-fashioned.

She's so wrapped up in herself.

I can't move.

I can't do anything
without asking her,

without her approval.

I'm a grown woman.

She doesn't see me at all.

She...she just sees
what she wants me to be.

Lottie, come here.

There, on your little perch, eh?

"Perch" is the right word.

I'm just a damn silly
bird in a golden cage.

Shush, now. Shush.

Your mother cares for
you, worries over you.

No.

I'm glad I found you.

Yeah. Yeah.

A little late in the day.

I shall have to get
away from there,

get clear of her and that hotel.

I hate that hotel!

You mustn't do anything foolish.

You can't do anything
foolish without money, Gramps.

There's a modicum of truth
in that remark, I suppose,

although there is
such a thing as being

driven to a life of
sin through want.

Well, well.

So...

You want to be a singer.

I've got a voice. I know that.

I've got the right
personality. I know that.

When I get up and sing,

I know how to put it over.

I know what to do
onstage. I just know.

It's sort of instinct.

But I have to develop my voice.

I need technique, proper
breathing and all that.

I need lessons from
a decent teacher.

I need money.

- Nick can't afford to...
- Have you...

..told your mother all this?

She won't begin to listen.

She should understand.

She doesn't want
to understand me.

Can't you earn this money?

It would take so long.

I need to be starting now,
while I'm young and attractive.

It's youth that counts.

I see.

In a few years, I
shall have wrinkles.

God, it's all too
damn sick-making!

Oh, don't swear. I...

..don't care to hear you swear.

Sorry, Gramps.

Nick would help me,
but he's got no money.

I can't ask him.

You...see that clock over there?

Bring it here, will you?

Here, here, girl.

Open the back,
move the little catch.

Right, then. Close
it. Put it back, please.

£78, 10, little Lottie.

What?

Will that help with the lessons?

Gramps!

I was saving it
for a little holiday.

I can't take it. I can't.

You can... And you will.

Oh, Gramps. Oh,
I'm horrible, horrible!

I come here worrying you!

Naughty girl, eh?

I'm so sorry.

Shush, now.

This money... Your holiday...

No chance now.

It might make you better.

£78, 10 saved over the years.

Put it away.

Use it well, my little love.

Spread your wings.

This holiday...

One of those...dreams

that make the world go round.

- When I'm rich...
- I was...

..thinking of a
sort of little cruise.

I had an idea of going to sea

when I was a boy.

One of those
silly, childish ideas,

but I was apprenticed
to a clockmaker,

sitting at a bench all day long.

Little room...

Poky and stuffy...

full of clocks...

All ticking.

But you love clocks.

They...grew on
me, you might say.

Gramps...

When I'm rich,

you shall cruise all
around the world.

VIOLET: So when I come
in, I made him his Benger's

and a bit of bread and
butter and took it up.

He was lying back on his pillow,

staring out, dead as a doornail,

and holding fast to her hand.

I had a job to break his grip.

She never turned an hair.

Looked pale, all eyes.

"How long has he
been like this?" I said.

"Since morning," she said.

You could have knocked
me back with a feather.

"And you sat there like
this all that time?" I said.

"I couldn't leave him,"
she said, "Could I?"

It don't bear thinking about.

I mean, at her age,

holding hands with
a corpse all day.

She's got guts,
I'll say that for her.

Well, now, a new life begins.

LOUISA: What
exactly does that mean?

Well, I suppose it
means I'll be on me own.

LOTTIE: Are you
sorry, grandmother?

No. To be honest, no.

Well, I shall miss him.

Poor dad.

Poor? He had a
good life, by and large.

It's Arthur the one who
got cut off in his prime,

God rest him.

I take it that you'll keep
up my allowance, Louisa.

Why is it always money?

Because it buys things.

You're pretty sharp with
the pennies yourself, Louisa.

First, I shall have
a little holiday.

Paid for by me.

No. Ernest had a
bit put by, I know.

I shan't ask you for any
more than I've a right to.

A right?

Well, I'm your mother.

I know I don't mean as
much to you as your father did,

but I am your mother.

No. I'll play fair.

I shall let a couple of rooms.

You mean take in lodgers?

Paying guests.

I should do well.

Give them breakfast,
evening meal.

Sort of little Bentinck,
as you might say.

He's held me back, you know.

There's a lot of things I might
have done if I hadn't married him.

Marriage is just too silly.

I mean, two people

tied to each other for life,

come rain, come
snow. It's just too silly.

Well, now we know
where you're headed.

If you like.

No, I don't like.

Come off it, Louisa.

She's as much right to
think for herself as you have.

Your mother went her own way.

Nothing I said ever stopped her.

More tea, Louisa?

No, thanks. I've got to go.

I can't dillydally
around here all day.

Let me know if there's
anything of his you want.

I'm selling his clocks.

You what?

Well, no good
clinging to the dead,

and I can't go winding up
that lot every night, can I?

Some of them are quite valuable.

I'd like that one on the
chest in your bedroom.

We used to wind it
together when I was a kid.

The only one I could
manage the turns.

Poor dad.

Don't keep saying that.

Might I have his watch?

Not worth much.

Not to sell.

He showed me its works.

He made them.

Lottie.

I'll get them now.
No use in hanging about.

I've got no one now.

You've got me.

VIOLET: Ah!

Lottie!

VIOLET: Oh, no!

It's gone!

What's that, then?

No, no! £78, 10 in the
back of this here clock!

He was saving it up!

He used to put in
a bit every Friday.

Went up there after he
give me my housekeeping.

I know he did!

And I used to count it
when he was at work.

I counted it on the Tuesday
before he passed over

when he was asleep.

I haven't touched it since then.

Well, it didn't seem right
with him laying there all cold,

so where is it?

He can't have taken
it with him, can he?

I mean, I laid him out.

He only got tuppence ha'penny

in the back pocket
of his best trousers,

so where is it?

Perhaps he's hid it
somewhere. Here, take this.

And this. I'm going
through his things.

Oh, it's a good job I ain't sold
no clocks nor sent his clothes off.

In the space of 3 weeks

he's come and gone.

Oh, hell.

Mrs. Trotter will miss him.

Will she?

They were very close.

She never said.

She never told me.

She never tells me anything.

Why didn't she take
me to see him sooner?

If she really is my mother...

Oh, she's that, all right.

She wouldn't tie herself in
such knots over a stranger.

Knots?

Well, come on, auntie Gwyn,

do your stuff.

Ah, there, now!

I never seen a
cup like that before.

Really?

So...so profuse.

Profuse?

She means a lot of tea leaves.

No. Flowers! Masses of flowers,

springing up from
the dark earth!

Oh, auntie.

And all there for your
picking, Miss Richards.

Oh, a life full of flowers,
great bunches of flowers!

Your arms full of flowers!

You're going to be a
film star, Miss Lottie.

Oh, no. It's the stage for me.

I'll get a date up north,
perhaps, with Nick,

and we'll try a few things out.

Oh, I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

Eh?

No, no. Start at the
top, where you belong.

You've got to learn to
think big thoughts, girl.

The theater's for big people.

You know, I had a brother once

with a voice like an angel.

But he could see no further
than the next High Stechford.

Oh, he used to drive my mum mad.

"You were meant to sing to
the world, Iva," she'd shout.

"To the world!"

But well, he was a small
man in mind as well as body

and that was that.

Oh, no, no. Talent isn't
everything, Miss Richards.

It's the big thoughts
that'll get you to the top.

My God, you're darn right!

Well, I'll do it!
I'll show them all!

You still up to your
old tricks, Mrs. Davis?

Thought you'd have grown
out of that rubbish by now.

I don't mind what you
do on your own time,

but when you're
here, your time is mine.

I pay for it.

Hop it, Lottie.

Mary, don't encourage the girl

to come in here.

They seem to be making
the glasses smaller nowadays.

Place hasn't
changed much, Major.

No...nor never will.

Fred's a bit older.

Ah. Hello, Fred, old girl.

Ahh...

Lottie!

Major.

Let me look at you.

Yeah, well, you can
look at her later on.

Refreshments for the
major in my room, Starr.

Madam.

I'm glad to see you, Major.

Well, I struck camp the
moment I got your letter.

Mary's put you in your old room.

Oh, splendid.

Sit down, Major.

You look tired.

And you look pale.

Very pale and drained.

Dad died.

Is that why you
asked me to come?

No. No, no.

He died after I wrote to you.

Everything happens at once.

What's wrong with me?

Wrong?

What's missing?

- Well, I...
- Something's missing.

I wouldn't have thought...

Some vital part.

I just don't seem able...

Oh, I don't know.

Well...I'm sorry
about your father.

Yeah, well...

I loved him, didn't I?

Oh, I...I would have thought so.

Nice chap.

And I loved Charlie.

Yes.

So what are me
feelings for Lottie?

Happy ones, I hope.

I can't fathom them.

If you had a daughter,

what would you expect of her?

There's the rub.

Nothing...if I could
possibly help myself.

What do you expect of Lottie?

Everything.

Or do I?

You are of course a very
single-minded woman.

Oh, yes, my dear...
you've done a lot for me,

a lot for other people,

given a lot, helped...

But only when it
fitted with your ideas

of people and behavior.

Yeah, well, I know I'm a snob.

A form of... selfishness,

if you think about it, mmm?

I don't know.

I want the best for Lottie.

The cry of every
parent I've ever known.

I try to think what
Charlie would want.

Always remember this,
my dear...Charlie was not

concerned with convention.

And neither are you.

Lottie has her right
to be the same.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ La di da de ♪

♪ I shout 'Hey, maybe' ♪

♪ You were meant to be ♪

♪ my loving baby, ♪

♪ Somebody loves me, ♪

♪ I wonder who ♪

♪ Maybe, it's you. ♪

You are coming on.

There's quality there.

I know.

Vanity, vanity.

It's not vanity.

I just sort of know.

You're going to be
a riot, my little Lottie.

Careful.

What?

I'm not yours.

Well, you know what I mean.

Perhaps.

But I'm taking no chances.

We've set our boundaries
and we stick to them.

I'm sorry, Lottie.

I'll be more careful in future.

It wouldn't work
out with me, anyway.

That's all right, then.

I don't want any
ties. I want to be free.

I don't want...

Now don't get hard, my love.

You'll take a lot of knocks...

worse than losing
your granddad...

but don't get hard.

An artist must be vulnerable,

or he's no use to man nor beast.

You sound like an old man.

As old as the hills.

I shall have to find
somewhere else to live.

I should have thought
the Bentinck Hotel...

It's too humiliating.

CLERGYMAN, VOICE-OVER:
Man that is born of a woman

hath but a short time to
live, and is full of misery,

he cometh up and is cut down...

Seen a ghost?

No such luck.

Lottie!

Well, you've sat here 5
minutes and said nothing.

I said,"Good
afternoon, grandmother."

Yes. I'll grant you that.

Grandmother, I have
to be frank with you.

Oh?

I'm in a pickle.

Oh, my God.

Oh, not that sort of pickle.

Oh, thank heavens for that.

Oh, I don't think I
could cope with that.

I mean, your
mother was difficult...

I don't want to talk about her.

No... You're young.

You want to talk about yourself.

Not wholly.

Grandmother... That money...

That £78, 10. I've got it.

What?

I've got it.

Gramps gave it to
me just before he died.

Oh, the cheek! The damn cheek!

Giving away my money!

Well, it wasn't
really your money.

Well, he was my husband.
What's his was mine.

How do I know he gave it to you?

I've told you.

How do I know it's the truth?

You can believe what you like.

Yes.

It's the truth.

Yes.

He gave it to me to
pay for singing lessons.

Singing lessons?
Does your mother know?

No.

I didn't think she would.

So?

Well, I'd like to
give half of it to you.

Oh, very generous, I'm sure.

No, not generous, not really.

I want to be a lodger.

Here?

Yes. I want to work
in my own way,

and mother won't let me.

What sort of work?

The theater.

Oh, my God.

Oh, that's one in the
eye for your mother.

I've got talent.

Yes.

No joking.

Please believe in me, granny.

Granny?

Have a toffee.

We need a banker, Starr.

What about Polly Wolly
Doodle in the 4:15?

I'm surprised at you,
Major, backing a favorite.

Well, you know how it is, I'm...

..a bit out of touch
with the form.

Sorry to see you go, miss.

I shan't forget you, Starr.

Or you, Fred.

Cab?

Thank you.

Good luck.

I'm sure you're
doing the right thing.

If you need Olive and me,
you know where to find us.

Bless you.

Mary, will you see that
my trunk is sent on?

What's this about a trunk?

Didn't I tell you?
I'm moving out.

Oh, are you?

It doesn't suit me here.

- Cab's waiting, miss.
- Thank you, Starr.

Then it can go on waiting.
I want a word with Lottie.

- In here.
- I haven't time.

Then you'll bloody
well make time!

- No.
- Don't you "No" me!

I've made certain arrangements
and I shall stick to them.

So have I made arrangements.

Please take my bags, Starr.

Don't no one touch them bags!

Allow me.

Major!

I, uh...

I'm sorry, but I...

Oh. Good morning.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Seen her off, have you?

I saw her into a cab.

A fine friend you are.

Where was she headed?

I didn't ask her destination.

Then you should have.

I had no right to
ask such a thing!

She is over 21,

she's entitled to a little...

Like hell she is!

Louisa, I think you are
behaving very badly.

You are fond enough of
independence yourself...

I asked you here to help me.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Not very hard.

You know she must have freedom,

a high-spirited
girl like Lottie.

Yeah, well,

I'm frightened for her.

I want her to be free
to go out, be a success.

I'm frightened.

Are you sure it's fear?

I don't know.

Am I jealous?

Perhaps you resent...

That is you, uh...

You had such a struggle
yourself in those early days.

Yeah, well, it certainly
wasn't roses all the way.

Oh, I don't know what it is.

I can't get close to her.

I don't even know if I
want to get close to her.

Don't even know if I like her.

Anyway, she's gone,
God knows where.

My only feeling about it is that

if anything happens
to her, it'll be my fault.

Oh, God.

I wish dad hadn't died.

I'm sick of feeling guilty!

I didn't ask for a
daughter, did I?

Oh, really, Louisa.

She makes no effort.

She makes no effort
at all to understand me.

You can't expect the
young to understand...

Damn the young!

Why should they have
it all their own way?

Unfortunately they
don't, poor things.

If you ask me, the
boot's on the other foot.

What exactly do
you mean by that?

If you really want
to know, Louisa,

I think you're the one

who's making no
effort to understand.

Quite frankly, you're
being damned pig-headed

about the whole thing.

Now look...

..and don't interrupt me.

I've come up to London
because you asked me to.

It wasn't convenient.

Olive was quite shirty
about it as a matter of fact...

so you jolly well hear me out.

As you're fond of
telling us, you've...

..spent a lot of time and money

trying to make Lottie
into a lady. But...

..can't you see you're...

you're pushing a square
peg into a round hole?

Damn it all...you're
an intelligent woman.

You must see that
Lottie has no intention

of ever being this
lady you dream about.

She wants to be herself!

Of course you see it.

In your heart you
know that Lottie is right,

but you can't admit
you're wrong, can you?

You just cannot admit it...

Which, my dear, is

why you're feeling guilty,
because you are guilty—

—of coercion!

Louisa,

if you're not very,
very careful, you'll...

..lose the only
daughter you ever had.

Well...

For those kind
words, many thanks.

I'm right, though, aren't I?

Seems everyone's right but me.

Well, I think we
deserve a drink.

I certainly need one.

Your brandy, sir.

Being damned stingy
with the brandy, Merriman.

Bring the bottle,
for heaven's sake.

Very good, colonel.

No! Leave that one.

What's her temper
like this morning?

Mrs. Trotter, I
take it you mean?

Who else has a
temper in this place?

Don't know what's got
into the woman lately...

flying off the handle if you
so much as blink an eyelid.

If you was to ask
Fred that question,

I'd rather think
the reply would be

that she is weighed down
by the joys of motherhood.

Oh.

Isn't that right, Fred?

Your coffee, madam.

The new blend you suggested.

Mary, have you
heard from Lottie?

You have.

I had a little note last week.

I see.

She's all right.

Well, you know
where she is, of course.

Sworn to secrecy?

Well, I'm only her mother,

I can't be expected to be told

the whereabouts
of me only daughter.

- I'm sure that...
- Yes, so am I, Mary.

Well, I suppose I'll
hear soon enough

if she's starving.

She's not starving!

And I'm sure she won't...

I mean...

Yes, what do you mean?

Just...she's clever and...

and she's beautiful?

Well, yes.

So she'll never go short
of protectors, will she?

VIOLET: I've just
come to tidy him up a bit.

Well, seems we're more
attentive to his grave

then we were to him.

I was a good wife to him.

I saw to his every need.

You was the one who...

Oh, well.

He's dead now.

You're selfish, Louisa.

Yeah, someone
else said that to me.

You've got your own ideas,

you let the rest of
the world go hang.

I missed him, at first.

Quite missed him,

sitting in the kitchen
with his clocks.

Funny man.

Secretive.

Ah, well.

I'm all right now.

Soon forgotten, eh?

I don't mean that.

I mean I've got something

to live for, now.

Oh, that's nice.

It's the first time in my life

that I'm doing something
that I really enjoy.

Good-looking lodger, eh?

Well, you could say that.

You coming home
for a cup of tea?

I need to talk to you.

No, I'd rather not.

Lottie's moved in with me.

I put the kettle on.

She's made a difference here.

She's young.

You never let Arthur
and me set foot in here.

Kept it like a church.

Well, I had to have
something, didn't I?

Somewhere where I
could shut the door,

be by meself, feel nice.

You'll have to let me
have more money, Louisa.

I thought that was coming.

Well, Lottie needs
things, clothes and all that.

I thought some lover
was keeping her.

Oh, no.

So she's got round you, has she?

We have an
arrangement, Louisa...

Of which I am
the operative part.

Lottie doesn't know I'm asking
you for brass, as she calls it.

No. She knows you will.

No. She'd be angry if she knew.

She's talented.

Oh, yeah, she's
talented, all right.

Now, don't be bitter, Louisa.
You'll spoil your looks.

- She can sing and she can act.
- How do you know?

'cause I've heard
her practicing in here.

Reminds me of you
in your happy moods.

Now, I can keep her
in food and all that.

I've got a nice young
woman in the room above.

Very clever girl,
shorthand typist,

and she pays up regular.

But Lottie needs
clothes... good clothes.

Well, after all, it's
herself she's selling.

And she needs dancing lessons.

You can't do nothing by halves

in the world of entertainment.

You seem to know a lot about it.

Ern and me used to
go to the music hall

every Saturday night
when we was courtin'.

I'd have liked to
have had a go meself.

Where's that cup of tea?

She's singing in a
smart place this week.

It's her first job, she's
earning good money.

You go and hear her, Louisa.

She's your daughter,
and she's going to the top.

I've heard them
start on the halls.

You can always tell the
ones who are going to the top.

She won't be living
here much longer.

She's gone up west today
looking for a place of her own.

Or maybe...

When she's rich,

she's gonna give
me a lovely holiday.

Funny thinking of
you and dad young.

I never understood you, Louisa,

but I understand Lottie.

Smoked salmon sandwiches,

and, uh, the usual.

Yes, sir.

♪ Let the great big world ♪

♪ keep turning, ♪

♪ Never mind, if I've got you; ♪

♪ For I only... ♪

I wonder who told her
about that old song of mine?

Hmmmm.

♪ And there's no
one else will do. ♪

♪ You have simply
set me yearning, ♪

♪ And forever I'll be true. ♪

♪ Let the great big world ♪

♪ keep on turning round, ♪

♪ Now I've found
someone like you. ♪

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