Upstairs Downstairs (2010–2012): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Ladybird - full transcript

Lady Agnes learns that she is pregnant and is over-joyed following several,unsuccessful attempts.A new maid arrives,Rachel,a Jewess fleeing persecution in Germany. Hallam must meet another refugee, the Abyssinian emperor dethroned by Mussolini and he becomes aware of the fragility of world peace. Rachel gets on particularly well with Mr. Amanjit,as fellow 'foreigners' and brings him into the staff's social circle. She also tells him that she has a child,Lotte,looked after by a minder. Lady Persie and Spargo become lovers,united in their admiration for the Fascist politics of Oswald Moseley and attend a rally in Whitechapel where Rachel and Mr. Amanjit are among the many protesters. Persie is arrested but Rachel dies and Hallam,a committed anti-Fascist,vows to care for Lotte.

'The house is in Eaton Place,
number 165.'

My good Lord!

This house is going to see such life.

Are you here with regard to
the housekeeper's position?

Agnes, I would like you to meet
my mother, Maud.

Agnes thinks she's rescued me...
but I don't want to be rescued.

My sister says you should
call me Lady Persie if that's
what I want - and I do.

I won't call you Lady anything
if you don't act like one.

< We have experience, you and I.

We are what that house requires.

The paper's late again!
There'll be no time to iron it.

Those hot dishes should be upstairs
by now! What's holding you back?

Lady Agnes's grapefruit.

This gives me no pleasure.

There's nothing to it, even
with a maraschino garnish.

He's doing it again.

He's caressing that
cherry with his eyes.

Excuse me but is this
165 Eaton Place? It is.

I am very glad.

My name is Rachel Perlmutter.
I am expected by Miss Buck.

Ah, I see. You must go through
the gate and down the steps
to the staff entrance.

Good morning, Persie. Oh, darling, I
told you not to squeeze that pimple!

It's the Londonderry Ball tonight.

We need you to look your best.

Do open it.

Oh, Sis!

I had it sent from Paris.

Thank you.


I told you to move
your things along, Ivy.

Half the mantelpiece for you, the
other half for our new house parlour
maid. Half the bed for her an'all.

That's enough. You've carried on
for weeks about your workload.

Now Rachel's here to share it.

You're just going to have
to share your room as well.

How do you know she don't snore?

How do you know you don't snore?

We'll practise the processional now,
as you will perform it in the
ballroom at Buckingham Palace!

There are extra ostrich
feathers in the box....

- We're going to be late
for Monsieur Gaston.
- No, we're not.

That tiara takes at least two hours
to pin properly in place.

I should know.

Lady Persephone's curtsey
is just bliss!

She has remarkable knees and
a splendid sense of timing.

Lady Agnes, perhaps you would
deputise for his Majesty.

Yes, of course.

All you have to do is smile
impassively and nod in response to
particular charm.


Better, Antonia.

Still a little too insouciante.

Dignity. Dignity!

Remember, the French for "curtsey"
is "reverence".

I'm going to have to lean on you
for some bicarb, Mrs Thack!

Don't you go putting bicarb
on my leather seats.

And I'll have an egg-cup full of
Jeyes fluid in that water, Ivy!

All in a day's work when I was
on the liners. The stewardesses
used to ply the mops non-stop.

I think Lady Agnes would be
very embarrassed if
I cleaned up her sick.

I think someone more
senior should do it.

Go out and get swabbing.

You look very neat, dear, but it's
Dutch pink for the mornings.

Black for afternoons.


Sit down and catch your breath.

Miss Buck says you sailed
from Hamburg overnight.

That's not a voyage, it's an ordeal.

I am ready to start work.

I'm sure Mrs Thackeray can
knock you up a sandwich.

I saw some tongue on
your third shelf down.

You keep out of my third shelf down.

I spoke to Lady Londonderry.

She completely understood about
poor Agnes and immediately
invited me to go instead.

In fact, she said that since Lord
Hardinge was attending, she should

have thought to invite me in my
own right. What did you say, Mother?

I was entirely gracious and said
I'd be delighted to attend so,
I shall be with you tonight.

Tongue. In my dustbin. Is that
what went into Rachel's sandwich?

She'd better not be a vegetarian.

She's a Yid, ain't she?

Can't you tell?
Only got to look at her.

They won't eat our meat.
They reckon it's unclean.

I'll not have aspersions
cast upon my cold cuts.

No. No.


Master bedroom!


Miss Buck, the tiara has gone.

I put it there yesterday!

Agnes, dear. Now, I know I look like
a horse in a beaded browband...

I almost sent for the police.

Well, I didn't like to disturb you.
You were being ill.

Hallam needs me to accompany him
this evening. The ball will be
full of people he must talk to.

My dear, you were too unwell
even have your hair done.

And you can't go without a tiara
and I can't take this off now.

Monsieur Gaston had
to weave a piece in.

I'd happily vomit my head off
if I could stay at home.

Oh! That's been in mothballs,
that has!

Lady Holland said it just needs
airing. But bits of it are matted!

What am I supposed to do?

I think perhaps a
scattering of bran.

Worked into the fur and then
the cape dried in the oven.

Excuse me. I'm not having
hair on my Jubilee buns!

And then brushed briskly
to restore the lustre.

I bet you've worked in a fur shop.


Londonderry House, Sir?

Yes. Bit of a smell.

I did tell Agnes to vomit in
her handbag but she refused
because it was suede lined.

It's not vomit. It's Jeyes fluid.

No. I think it's mothballs.

I can't smell it.

I wish I had a silk nightie.

I've only got winceyette cos I
left the orphanage in the winter.

They get you all kitted out
but only for the weather they
can see out of the window.

Which was sleet, in my case.

I'm going to be in trouble
when it gets hot.

I didn't have silk when I was
your age. Only cotton.

I bought this when I was married.

Miss Buck said you was a widow.

Is your husband dead? Yes.

We ought to make a rule.

Last one into bed turns it out.

Only I'll do it tonight
because you're new.

I don't snore. I promise.

Are you awake?

How are you feeling?

I rallied.

I had a beefsteak for my supper.

What happened at the ball?

It all went rather smoothly,
actually. Persie behaved and
Mother was in her element.

One forgets sometimes
how significant she was.

Hallam. I remembered when I felt
like this before. In Washington.

Are you certain?

I daren't be.

I daren't believe it's true.

We were so happy then
and everything was dashed.

Darling, you must see a doctor.

We must take the best advice. It's
such a cruel thing, to lose a baby.

Nothing is ever untainted again.
Not even hope.


It's the middle of the night.

I left my cigarettes in the car.

They have cigarettes in the
drawing room. They're Marlborough.

I don't smoke those.

Go to bed, Lady Persie.

There was no-one to undress me.

Miss Buck told that German girl
to have an early night.

Go to bed.

Oh! He was at the ball tonight!

Sir Oswald was?
He's a friend of the Londonderrys.

Did you meet him?

No, I'm a debutante.

I only meet young men.

And dance, of course. Dance, and
eat water-ice, in the supper room.

Agnes says a lady must contribute.

But a few foxtrots and a quickstep
hardly seem to pay one's way.

Did he dance? Not with me.

Have you ever been to hear him
speak? Twice.

Now when I read his other speeches,
I can hear his voice in my head.

Lady Holland says he isn't
really en vogue any more.

What do you mean, en vogue?

Fashionable. He went up in my
opinion, when she said that.

I've been en vogue for months now.

All it does is hurt my feet.

And keep me up late.

You must leaf through
every single one!

My husband had a habit of tucking
things in books.


Oh, there it is!


No, that's not the one.

It's a picture of me,
arriving on an elephant.


Oh, but my dear, you're unwell.

Mr Amanjit, help her down.

Try putting your head
between your knees.

A kettle... (WHEEZES)
I need a kettle.

Books breed dust. You should have
wiped each one,
with a wrung-out shammy.

It was perhaps not the dust.

It was perhaps the exertion.

Both those things have caused
me asthma in the past.

I'm not convinced you ought
to be in service.

Three-quarter's of it's donkey work.

I was a university lecturer in

until Jews were barred
from the professions.

I did not know what housework
was until my maid resigned.

She said she could not clean
for someone such as I.

You had a maid of your own?

A maid. A mink coat. A marriage.

I had many things, Miss Buck.
But I have freedom here.
I have friends in this house.

And this is a most efficient kettle.

I knew all the signs, even though
it's only happened once before.

I suppose one files
these things away.

But I was waiting for it all to fade.

Or worse. I advise you to do your
Christmas shopping early.

You'll be a family of three
by the first week of December.

Well, my dear, I couldn't be more
delighted. I always thought there
was something wrong with you.

There was nothing wrong with her at
all, until she was in pig!

"In pig?" Persie!

If the condition must be mentioned,
one should do so plainly.

It's neither a triumph
nor an ailment.

Agnes and I have waited many years
for this. She must rest and it will
be my pleasure to indulge her.

Why not ring for Pritchard
and arrange for some champagne?

We've got champagne!
We have it every night.

Yes, dear, I know WE do.

ALL: Her Ladyship!

This is exceptionally kind of
Sir Hallam. It's only Moet.

Is the Indian man
not to have some also?

Mr Amanjit doesn't take
his meals downstairs.

Champagne is not a meal.

His food is served in the morning
room on a tray, as
ordered by Lady Holland.

And lugged up all
them stairs by muggins.

I don't know what the King
is thinking of! We always knew he'd
be a moderniser.

But to abolish Court Presentation
and replace it with a garden party?

Darling, put that in the middle.

I still have to curtsey to his

It's still a celebration
of hereditary privilege.

Well, thank God some things
are still sacred.

Oswald Mosley doesn't believe
in hereditary privilege.

Hereditary privilege without service.
Persephone, you must learn to digest
the small print of an argument!

Why are you giving her Mosley
to read?

Because at the Londonderry ball, when
he was pointed out, all she could say
was, "What a handsome man!"

Oh, Persie. That's just vulgar!
True, though.

I could get quite keen on politics.

People like us don't "get keen"

on politics. We take an interest,
we have an informed view.

Governments alter,
we remain constant.

But you must read the works
by all the party leaders.

Persie's really rather
busy at the moment.

Persie needs exposure to the
issues of the day! After all, she
spent her early years in Wales.

I spent my early years in Wales!

And if she doesn't keep abreast,
one of two things will occur.

The girl will either marry an
idiot farmer, with whom she can

keep pace, or a gentleman of worth
and spend her life out of her depth.

Mother, please!

Mr Eden's office.

Thank you, Pritchard.

Selassie's boat is en route to
Southampton. As expected, sir.

The police report public enthusiasm.
Also as expected.

There are banners and the King's
been on the telephone.

Mr Baldwin's dealt with him. We
must deal with the exiled Emperor.

Naturally, sir. Of course, having
appealed to the League of Nations

for support and been denied it,
he considers himself betrayed.

He was betrayed.
The Italian and German and British
governments don't think so.

But I think so. Last year, the
League vowed Mussolini would not
be allowed to annexe Abyssinia.

One war later, it's
part of his Roman Empire.

With respect, sir, in his address
to the League, Selassie was a touch
theatrical. He said "It is us today.

"It will be you tomorrow." I don't
see anything theatrical in that.

We shall return to policy.


The ex-Emperor will be at Waterloo by
morning. He must be met and welcomed.


Someone's an early bird.


I've been awake since dawn. I came
down in search of a glass of milk.

There's milk in the refrigerator,
Sir, unless you'd like a cup of tea.

Actually, I would.

Thank you.

We both have our work cut out
this morning. I have a
meeting with Haile Selassie.

And you have to drive
into Waterloo station.

There'll be crowds and
no police protection.

They should give you an escort.
You're an official.

Not today! I'm being despatched in
my private capacity, whilst the King
and Mr Eden remain immured indoors.

Bit of a feather in your cap.

I'm just following orders, really.

This really is heavenly!

I think this one.
Any nursemaid would feel privileged
to wheel this in the park.

No. If we're to have a crest, it
would look better on this model.

Oh, darling, look! They've sent
these round from Harrod's for

I told them I was too delicate
to shop. What do you think?

I think they all look marvellous.

Your father used to come in like
that. There would have been
insurrection somewhere or a famine.

Did you always notice?

I was his wife.
It was my job to notice.

This morning, I spent 40
minutes face to face with

a deposed East African emperor and
came away feeling an absolute heel.

That's not like you.
It caught me unawares.

His country has been ransacked, he
wanted help, and all I could give
him was a meaningless "address".

Is that what was asked of you?

Yes. And I did it to the letter.

Then you played your part.

There are times when diplomacy
is no more than a pageant.

Agnes might appreciate a sherry.

No, dear.

Agnes is appreciating prams.


It is haddock tonight.
I do not know if that is cause
for joy or pain.

Ivy does not usually knock.

Ivy has been chastised by
Miss Buck, who found some
dried potato on a fork.

Ivy is now crying in the scullery.


I grew up in Calcutta in
a servants' compound.

There was always some juvenile
wailing their distress. It was
eternal, like the sound of birds.

Why do you not come down? In the
evening, if the family are out,

Miss Buck puts sweets on a plate and
we sit and listen to the wireless.

I am not asked.

You are made separate,
Mr Amanjit, by these trays.

You are seen to make work
with these trays.

I know it. And they grieve me.

We are not forced to accept
the things that grieve us.

I can see the collar of your shirt.

It's blue, not white. You're going
to change out of your chauffeur's

jacket and slink off somewhere
whilst I'm watching La Boheme.

Although I rather think
you're going to be late.

Because it starts at 7.30pm and
you've quite a way to drive.

You're going to go to Shoreditch,

To hear Oswald Mosley
speak at the Town Hall.

You ought to take me with you,
for the ride.

You're going to the opera, Lady
Persie. And I have a private
life, just the same as you.

# Some day, when I'm awfully low

# When the world is cold

# I will feel a glow just
thinking of you... #

Ivy! You're missing the
Palm Court Orchestra!

They definitely serve refreshments
while the music plays.

Sometimes you hear the
tea-cups chink. Ooh. Nut brittle.

I don't reckon it's tea-cups.
I reckon it's glassware.

Bone china makes a very fine sound.

And it would be bone at an
establishment like that. Wedgwood,
very possibly, or even Spode.

# ..To love you

# Just the way you look tonight... #

Please, no. I will wash these

I have no desire to disturb.

Your dishes will be seen to,
in due course.

Ivy, move onto the pouffe,
so Mr Amanjit may join us.

Thank you.

# Oh, but you're lovely... #

Are you fond of music, Mr Amanjit?

Yes. Very much so.

All them violins are boring.
I only listen for the frocks.

# ..But to love you... #

'The Fascist movement represents
leadership, not tyranny. It offers

'to the people a leadership and
national revival which they will
accept of their own free will.

'A dictatorship is a

You were late, then!

Um... It's standing room only.

I don't mind.

Excuse me.

Sorry, excuse me. Sorry.

'..It will come in a great wave,
in a great awakening
of the European soul,

'in a sudden demand to end the
nonsense, to come together,

'and at last,
to do great things in a great way!'




I felt it in my whole body. Like
the first time I ever went hunting.

I shook for days afterwards, even
after they'd washed the blood off.

Mosley's going to break down
barriers of class.

I'm glad. I despise the rich.

You are rich.

I'm poor, Harry. Everything I have
has been bought for me by someone.

That's not poor. That's lucky.

It isn't freedom.

I haven't got any more freedom
than you.

For now.

You have had a pleasant evening?

I had an evening I'll
remember all my life.

Can we just lie on top tonight?

Of course. It is stifling.

Your English is getting good.

Where do you go on your days off?

I visit friends. Where do you go?

Back to the Cottage Homes sometimes.

The girls in my house mostly left,
but the Matron stays the same.

Matron is like a mother, is she not?

Except she's got a moustache
and she can't sing.

I always thought that's why I'd like
a mother. So I could be sung to.

My mother sang to me.

# Marienwurmchen, setze dich

# Auf meine Hand

# Auf meine Hand

# Ich tu dir nichts zu Leide

# Es soll dir nichts
zu Leid geschehn

# Will nur deine bunte Flugel sehn

# Bunte Flugel

# Bunte Flugel, meine Freude! #

What's it about? A ladybird.

A red and black insect
whose house has burnt
and whose children must escape.

We sing that in English,
but it don't sound so nice.

It is a melody by Brahms.

We don't have him over here.


Lady Agnes asked me to move
the hooks and eyes on her
foundation garment.

I've been waiting for
Mr Pritchard to go out.

She's definitely starting to show.

Look at her at Henley
in her powder blue.

That's not her powder blue,
it's her eau de nil.

She always wears that
with her lace coatee.

More ladders in Lady
Persie's stockings.

Mend the ones that sit above
her hem.

You are supposed to be free this
afternoon. You should not be
washing Lady Persie's things.

I want the sun to bleach them.

London water is so harsh,
it turns the linen grey.

My mother was a laundress and
she used a pinch of indigo
to brighten all her whites.

Our memsahib let her take
in other ladies' washing.

It was how she paid
for me to go to school.

I have heard Mrs Thackeray
wonder about that.

We live so close together,
And yet, we know so little.

It is as though if we keep our
secrets, we keep our dignity.

Please come out and have
some tea with me, Rachel.

We could go to a hotel.

We could pretend we're taking
part in Palm Court Orchestra.

Why do you ask me every week? When
you know I always say I cannot come?

Because we are not forced to
accept the things that grieve us.

I have a secret, Mr Amanjit.

I have kept it so long
it is like a pain.

And there is no dignity
at all in that.


Lotte! Lotte!


Mamma! Mamma!

She is fed well by the Zimmermans.

Each week, she grows. If I saw her
every day, I would not notice it.

You like it here, I think.

Well, we have McVitie's
Chocolate Homewheat, which

I don't imagine they serve
at the Palm Court.

There is one left.
Shall I shout to Lotte?

Let her play, she is laughing.

Do you have children, Mr Amanjit?

My wife died and my son with her.

I am alone, like you.

Not like me.

My husband is in prison.
For political crimes.

When Miss Buck replied to
my advertisement, she said
there must be no ties.

Lotte is a tie. Avram was a tie.

Do you write to him?

Sometimes. Marriage makes a
woman holy to her husband.

But the distance between us
is so very great I don't
always feel as holy as I did.

'The mass of the people have no
freedom. Under fascism, for the
first time, they will have freedom!

'Real freedom means good wages, short
hours, security and employment,

'good houses, opportunity for leisure
and recreation
with family and friends.

'We have to choose between the
freedom of a few professional

'politicians to talk and the
freedom of the people to live!'


Ivy, where's Harry?

Did you tell him it was oxtail?
He's partial to his offal.

Go and shout him, Mr Amanjit.
He might listen to a man.

I don't know what sort of
monkey suit you call that.

It's a British Union of Fascists
uniform. I've got drill after tea.

There's a rally tomorrow
and I m marching in it.

If that's the Whitechapel rally,
it's been on the wireless.

The powers that be were
trying to get it stopped.

Well, they failed, didn't they?

You can't ban political marches in
England. It's not democratic.
Is this oxtail, Mrs Thack?

I won't eat with him
when he is dressed like that!

You won't eat oxtail anyway.

That's enough, Harry!
Your outfit has upset Rachel, and I
don't think that's very nice!

Go and exchange it for acceptable
attire. Then come back and
get on with your dinner.

I'm entitled to publicly wear any
garment or insignia that demonstrates
my personal beliefs. It's the law.

It is not the law at 165, Eaton
Place! Sir Hallam and Lady Agnes
make the law upstairs.

And Miss Buck makes the law down
here. Thank you, Mr Pritchard.

I'm wearing in my own time.

This is my evening off.

Oh, everyone ignore him. It's
quenelles of bream upstairs tonight
and I can't have my timings thrown.



Mrs Thackeray sent you out some
semolina pudding. She meant well.

She let Harry eat at her table!

Mrs Thackeray puts food first.

She's set in her ways. Getting on.

Getting on?

Getting old.

Is that what becomes of the young?

Do they live so long they
just become accepting?

I think they get tired.

I am not tired.

I am a Jew.

I must oppose the march.


They think I'm going to tea at
Claridge's. You can drive me in the

RADIO: 'This afternoon, police
reinforcements have been sent to
Whitechapel where attempts have been

'made to disrupt a rally by the
British Union of Fascists...'
I was listening to that.

The reception was ghastly.

And it's Home Office business, not
Foreign Office, surely?

We are going to have a nice,
domestic afternoon.


SHOUTING: They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!
They shall not pass!


They shall not pass!
They shall not pass!


The Blackshirts are outnumbered.
It is they who are not accepted.

Here, my daughter will not live
upon her knees.

They shall not pass!
They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!

They shall not pass!
They shall not pass!

I'm going to have to park up.

No! We're nowhere near
our mustering points!

I'm supposed to be somewhere
called Gardiner's Corner,
which isn't even on this map!

Spargo! I don't want you to park

If you're going to call me Spargo,
you can get back in the back.

Fascists out!

Fascists out!

Give me the key.
< You're nothing but scum!

CROWD: Shame on you!

I'm late, terribly sorry.
Lady Persie...

CROWD: Fascists out! Fascists out!

Fascists out! Fascists out!

Fascists out! Fascists out!


CROWD: Boo! Boo!





I've got you! They shall not pass!
They shall not pass!


Can't you just buy clothes
for the baby?

We waited so long, Hallam.

I used to dream of this.

Penny for them?

I used to do this with my sister.

Winding wool was her favourite game.

Maud won't be drawn when
I ask her about Pamela.

She was frail and then she died.

I loved her.
There's little more to say.

In which case, why must
you mention her at all?

I can't bear to hear about things
going wrong with children.

Nothing will go wrong.

Our life is blessed.

Down with the Fascists!


Rachel, look. Children threw them
under the hooves of horses.

See? God is in the small things.


There is some remaining! We can have
our say!


Stop! Lady Persie!




Ssh! Pay it no attention.

All the others have gone out.

Ssh. You have been made ill
and you must rest.


SHOUTS: Why is no-one answering the

Take the kettle to your room. I
will see what is required upstairs.

I have to deal with an emergency.

Tell me how I may help, sir.

I didn't know you couldn't drive.

Mr Amanjit has been
the hero of the hour.

Although Maud won't be pleased
when she hears you sent him
to the cells to fetch me.

I was in a back room with a
police inspector! Doing what
was necessary to get you out!

I'm giving you the chance to
explain yourself! Take it or be
dismissed without a reference.

I had to report Lady Persie
to the police!

She's never passed the driving test,
she was a danger to God knows who!
Not to mention a menace to the car.

The only way she could be stopped
was if I said she'd robbed it.

Why the hell did you take her to
the East End in the first place?

I'm staff, sir.
I have to follow orders!

Just like you did at Waterloo.

Go downstairs, Spargo.

I couldn't put things right, but
I stopped them getting worse.

Better that, than doing nothing, sir.

I'll take it up and see how she is.
We could perhaps send out for
a bottle of Friar's Balsam.


Somebody come to our bedroom!

I don't want any mention,
or evidence, of that vile
party in my home again!

You can burn my card.

You can't burn my beliefs.

You don't believe in Oswald Mosley.

You are obsessed with him.

You told me to think, Maud! You
didn't say I had to think like you!

Persie, you've embraced an
ideology you do not comprehend!

How do you know I don't comprehend
it? Because if you did,
you would've walked away!

Rachel came here to escape
people like you.
That doesn't mean I didn't like her!

Oh, this is absurd!
Send the foolish girl to bed!

I'll send my sister to bed
when I am good and ready!

Agnes! Maud is my mother.

There's no need to intervene.
I'm relieved to see her
taking charge of something.

If I might have a word, Sir Hallam.

Lady Agnes.

Why didn't Rachel's friends
take her with them?

They were not Rachel's friends.
Just people she had paid.

But they are good human beings,

Begging your pardon, my Lady.
But she didn't seem to
want to go with them.

We can write to her
relatives in Germany.

Arrange to put her on the train.

Lotte will be looked after here
for as long as necessary.

That way, this house can start to
make amends.

Have you absorbed nothing
whatever from all of this?

Can you not conceive of what
will happen if we send a
Jewish child to Germany?

I've spent my entire married life
absorbing and conceiving!

I've spent dinner after dinner,
party after party, straining to

keep pace because my role
as your wife required it!

So you must forgive me if, just this
once, I failed to make the leap you
require and realise that the state

of play in Europe means we must take
on the welfare of a stranger's child!

I should have thought it
was obvious.

There will be new laws, Harry.
They'll ban our uniforms.

Then they'll ban us being seen in

It will all go underground.

It will be like this.

It's your mum's, ain't it?

Come on.

# Marienwurmchen, setze dich

# Auf meine Hand, auf meine Hand

# Ich tu dir nichts zu Leide

# Es soll dir nichts zu Leid geschehn

# Will nur deine bunten Flugel sehn

# Bunte Flugel

# Bunte Flugel, meine Freude. #

You should creep into the house,
sneak up to my room.

Lotte makes me feel something
is circling my house.

I wish it was a less disturbing
feeling. Tell me about Germany.

Mosley thinks the world of you.

I took Lotte on. I should be the
one who resolves this situation.

Lotte has no family, Ivy.

She's got us!

Maud, I don't know what to do.

I've arranged for the child
to have treatment.

I cant believe you didn't ask
more questions, that you allowed
her to run the entire show.

She's running everything else.