Upstairs Downstairs (2010–2012): Season 2, Episode 1 - A Faraway Country About Which We Know Nothing - full transcript
1938: Lady Maude has died and Pamela has come to live at Eaton Place, as has Blanche Mottershead, Maude's half-sister, an archaeologist, who came for the funeral and seems likely to stay indefinitely. Nursemaid Beryl is employed to help Lady Agnes with her new baby. The household prepares for another war in the wake of Chamberlain's seemingly futile talks with Hitler. Pritchard is in his element as an air raid warden, but falls foul of Great War widow Mrs Thackeray and Mr Amanjit when they learn from police sergeant Ashworth that the butler was a conscientious objector in that conflict. However, Lady Agnes calls on the staff to show a united front with the war coming. Hallam goes to Germany for last ditch talks and meets Persie, who has a German lover and no intention of returning home.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: This is London.
Prime Minister Mr Chamberlain
is due to return from an urgent meeting
with Chancellor Hitler
at the latter's Alpine retreat
- in Berchtesgaden, Germany.
- (BABY FUSSING)
It is hoped that agreement can be
reached regarding Herr Hitler's attempt
to reclaim the Sudetenland
No sign of Mr Chamberlain's plane,
No, not yet.
(ALL TALKING, INDISTINCT)
Open the door, Spargo.
It's the Duke of Kent.
ANNOUNCER: Meanwhile, German troops
are positioned along the Czech border
and international relations
One does rather hope the sun
will come out in a timely manner.
The word we've had is that
the talks were inconclusive.
I'm quite sure this is just
the first move of the chess-piece.
Chamberlain should dig his heels in.
Hitler can't be contained
unless we stand our ground.
The British people are averse to war,
especially over a territory
of which they've scarcely heard.
But if conflict is postponed,
and it can only be postponed,
when it comes,
it will be all-out ideological war.
It won't be allowed to happen.
It can't be allowed to happen.
And I can't sanction peace at any price.
The world will have to pay the bill
Sir? Your Royal Highness.
The Prime Minister's plane.
- (BABY COOING)
- Lady Agnes!
I need a taxi, please.
To take me to Eaton Place.
I'm going home.
Air raid! Air raid! Air raid!
You are advised to take cover!
- Mr P? Mr Pritchard!
- Air raid! Air...
I am engaged in a civic task, Johnny.
Wardens are advised
to test their rattles daily.
- You're wanted!
I never heard of anything so unwise.
It will be putrid with germs.
And it's not three weeks
since her ladyship's Caesarean.
We need a nice, bright fire
for Lady Agnes, please.
- I advise deployment of the bellows.
- (BUZZER RINGS)
Nanny Lyons again?
The new nursery maid
should have been here at noon.
Eunice, are your hands clean?
No, Mr Pritchard.
I'm picking over spinach.
Don't you go giving her
Dr Mottershead's demanding
Mousse à la Florentine
and meatless entrées
don't make themselves.
Why is there somebody new
just for the nursery?
We're all run ragged
since Miss Buck went sick.
I want this in her ladyship's bed,
18 inches from the bottom,
placed slightly to the left.
- (SNIFFING) What's that?
- Mitsouko. She went off Shalimar.
(PAPER SELLER ANNOUNCING HEADLINES)
WOMAN: Excuse me.
And so, Lady Holland,
you are restored to Eaton Place.
- (BABY CRYING)
- AGNES: Do you like her, Hector?
This is your baby sister, Veronica.
Oh, dear. Do you suppose he's jealous?
Oh, we're not at home to Mr Jealous
in my nursery, your ladyship.
Agnes! Oh, my dear.
You look absolutely frightful.
Why have the clinic discharged you?
I discharged myself.
I couldn't just lie there
with things the way they are.
Has there been any word from Sir Hallam?
Oh, I think she's improving.
Her expression was in rictus last week,
as though she knew
her arrival were ill-timed.
- Are you anaemic?
- I had a blood transfusion yesterday.
It could have come from anywhere!
You need a plant-based diet
with plenty of vitamins.
I've drawn up a list for the cook.
Very well, Miss Beryl Ballard.
Three dresses, navy serge, three caps
and matching aprons, starched.
Plus three pairs of hose, black lisle.
Oh, I don't wear lisle
in the general way.
Miss Buck said
I could wear my own stockings.
Sadly, Miss Buck is in hospital
I am running the household in her stead.
Her absence will be lengthy.
- Shoes, please.
Uh, black leather. Hand-finished,
from the Lotus shop on Regent Street.
- They will suffice.
- I really am sorry I was late.
I came straight
from the coroner's office.
Save your apologies for Nanny Lyons.
You have half an hour to change
and that lipstick must come off.
Eunice, our kitchen maid,
will show you to your room.
Mr Chamberlain believes he can reach
an understanding with Herr Hitler.
But you must not be reassured
by the radio reports.
Germany has not compromised in any way.
There are still tanks
on the borders of Czechoslovakia.
(STAMMERS) I'm Beryl,
the new nursery maid.
Nanny Lyons sends her apologies
but she sent me down.
"Sent me down, sir."
HALLAM: I know Pritchard volunteered
for Air Raid Precautions
as long ago as May.
I now expect Spargo and John
to follow his example.
- Yes, sir!
- From tonight,
this house prepares for war.
- What was the pill?
- Norwegian seaweed.
Blanche recommended it.
She came to say goodbye to Mother.
When is she going to leave?
Oh, she's your aunt.
We must be kind to her.
I can't believe Mother isn't here.
She always spoke such sense
in times of crisis.
So you finally admit it? It is a crisis?
Darling, you nearly died.
The baby nearly died.
I didn't, and I don't,
want you to have a moment's worry.
Hallam, they're digging trenches
in Green Park.
We have two tiny children
and London may be bombed into oblivion.
Halifax agrees with Chamberlain.
They'll do whatever it takes
to stop Hitler from attacking us.
- But that's good, isn't it?
- Not in the long term.
And I intend to persuade them
of that point of view.
Hallam, you aren't going against policy?
I can only give advice.
I can hear your mother's voice now
as clearly as if
she'd just walked into this room.
- What does she say?
- She says,
"Careers are forged and broken
during times of crisis.
"Support the men in power,
don't make their problems any worse."
PRITCHARD: Would all members of the
public please collect their gas masks
from their designated centre?
These sultanas weigh a ton, Mrs Thack.
Will we be here all afternoon?
I shall take issue if we are.
If there's one thing a war
plays havoc with, it's dried goods.
We still haven't managed
to track down any sago,
not to mention tapioca.
I must say, I'm glad
I put my Sunday hat on.
There are some quite superior people
in this queue.
Upon entering the hall,
please give your name, age
and full correct address
to the registration officer.
No show without Punch.
Mr Pritchard? Mr Pritchard!
Nanny Lyons wouldn't bring the children
and Lady Agnes has to rest.
She sent me with the measurements
of everyone's heads.
That is highly irregular.
Come with me.
FILM NARRATOR: Your gas masks will be
issued to you by your local authority.
They are free of charge.
The masks are your
and you must carry them with you
at all times.
The filters are lined with blue asbestos
and effective against mustard gas...
- Somebody's having a joke with us.
- ...but not carbon monoxide or coal gas.
Oh, Eunice! If only they were.
When the gas rattles sound,
put on your mask,
no matter where you are.
If you are out of doors, put on gloves
or put your hands in your pockets.
There's been a memo from Downing Street,
Herr Hitler has invited Mr Chamberlain
to another summit at a spa near Bonn.
Are these pleading for peace or war?
I don't know, sir.
They're mostly marked "personal".
It's always personal when the man
on the street puts pen to paper.
Lord Halifax, I am at least as concerned
with what Herr Hitler puts on paper.
And with what Mr Chamberlain might sign.
He needs the best negotiators
to accompany him
to ensure that there is no ambiguity,
even in the syntax...
Holland, I know you align yourself
with those most opposed
to a compromise with Hitler.
I know you speak to Eden
and to Churchill, too.
Now, you're closer to power
than both of them at present,
and that will cease to be the case
if you carry on like this!
- My views are my own, sir.
The girl is in deep grief, of course.
The practice of mourning
has always intrigued me,
ever since I transcribed
the Papyrus of Nu.
She's transferring her feelings
from Maud to the monkey.
- It is a doomed endeavour.
They are two quite
- He's clapping me.
- (MONKEY SCREECHES)
I doubt Maud ever clapped her
in her life.
If she did, I never saw her.
Still, I suppose every mother
does the best she can.
And I'm still not satisfied
with these gas masks.
Hector has one of his own.
But why is there nothing
for newborns, Pritchard?
It is recommended that
we roll the baby in a blanket.
If a rolled-up blanket will suffice,
then what are these
proboscid monstrosities for?
And I'll have a carrot juice, if I may.
- I will communicate with the kitchen.
Pritchard, that wretched animal
is going to have to live downstairs.
AGNES: These came. From Persie.
"Beloved sis, make sure you spoil her.
Smacking kisses, Persie."
It's rather ingenious,
sending flowers from Berlin.
You wait. You'll get the bill
from Constance Spry tomorrow.
I won't. It came this morning.
We've hardly heard from her
in almost two years.
I know she behaved abominably,
but if war breaks out,
her situation will be dreadful.
Please, please can't you try and track
her down and persuade her to come home?
Persie does what most appeals to her
at any given time.
I doubt I could persuade her
to do anything.
I thought that was your stock in trade?
I don't think that comment
was called for.
I didn't say it to be unkind.
I said it because I care.
Foreign Office, please, Spargo.
Pritchard? What on earth is this?
A gas-proof pram, your ladyship.
A newly patented device designed by
a gentleman living in Maidstone.
He's described as a bachelor,
but interested in babies.
I really don't like
the look of it at all.
If I may demonstrate.
Baby is placed in the body of the pram
on the mattress supplied.
The lid is brought down on baby,
who sees familiar faces in the window
and is reassured.
And where did you acquire this,
The ARP depot.
I was able to exert a little influence.
Well, I suppose
if it's thoroughly scrubbed
with Milton's fluid and then aired...
I'm so sorry, John.
I feel a perfect fool.
Well, you have been put
through the mincer a bit.
I were premature.
Too small even for the cot.
Me mum had to put me to sleep
in a hat box
and slept with it in the crook
of her arm to keep me warm.
It's on top of the wardrobe now.
Just her Sunday hat in it these days.
Veronica has trouble with her lungs.
She stopped breathing three times
in the first week,
as though the effort was beyond her.
She'll get the hang of it.
As long as she isn't gassed.
Me granddad used to say to me,
"There's no such thing
as a dumb creature."
We had a Jack Russell
that could bark out numbers.
But I have never met
a thicker animal than this.
Solomon's purely a pet.
He's just meant to look appealing
and not exert himself.
I'm leaving this to dry.
I'm not surprised
Lady Agnes had the jitters.
Call it a pram? Could suffocate a baby.
Good lad. See? It's nice, isn't it?
Stay there, stay there, Solomon.
- What the hell have you done?
- I were worried about the baby.
Jesus wept, Johnny!
What are you playing at?
- It were only for five minutes!
- (ENGINE STOPS)
I were just testing the gas pram out!
- You what?
- On the monkey. To see if it worked.
- Are your brains just painted on?
They do it down the pit
with the linnets!
His heart has arrested.
Johnny, get the brandy.
Not the master's brandy,
the cooking brandy!
Mrs Thack put it all
in that Pouding à la Clarence.
You'll break his ribs, Mr Pritchard.
I'll break Johnny's neck if we can't
get this wretched animal to breathe!
I was trying to help!
I am of the view
that life is now extinct.
- (ALL SIGH)
- You'll get the sack for this.
You left the keys to the Humber
on a hook!
You'll be in just as much bother as him.
Couldn't we stretch it out
in the garden, nip its neck with pliers,
make out he'd been attacked by rats?
His lips are bright pink.
It's a sign of gassing.
- How do you know?
- I just do.
put this in the laundry crate.
There will be no word of this to anyone
beyond the boundary of this room.
I can't be found out, Mr Pritchard!
If I am, I'll lose my place.
(SIGHS) Mr Amanjit has gone to temple.
Mrs Thackeray has gone to see Miss Buck
at the London Chest,
then Robin Hood,
second house at the Locarno.
We must hope their absence
will assist us.
You had to twist the master's arm
to take me back on after borstal!
If it wasn't for you,
I'd still be on the streets.
You'll be in as much bother as him.
(JAUNTY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON LOUDSPEAKER)
Volunteers for the trench-digging party,
please report to the officer
at mustering point 3.
Volunteers for the Barrage Balloon team,
please report to mustering point 5.
I hate the smell of mud.
I hate it now,
I hate it when it dries on me.
It's the smell of my dad
on leave from the front.
Bringing my mum
French chocolates in a box.
Giving me sixpence and his fleas.
My old man never went to war.
He stayed down the pit.
What will we do if the family finds out?
It's a monkey, Johnny. A monkey,
and we're digging bloody trenches.
- I don't want to lose my job!
- There will be full employment
for the likes of you and me,
don't you worry.
I always favour the Locarno.
I knew a woman who got fleas
in her beaver coat at the Scala.
AMANJIT: But the Scala always shows
the Pathé newsreels.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- They are superior in every way.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Both of you home together!
And a little earlier than expected.
- We chanced upon each other on the bus.
- Ah! And how was Miss Buck?
She's as thin as a paper doll!
That shadow on her lung was TB.
We feared as much.
She's being moved
to a sanatorium near Esher.
I couldn't settle in the cinema.
Errol Flynn was being very boisterous.
I don't mean any disrespect,
I know you've shaken
his martinis in your time,
but with all the trouble in the world,
I couldn't sit there
watching men pretend to fight
in stockinette leggings.
- Tea, Mr Amanjit?
- Please. Allow me.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
PRITCHARD: Good morning, Sergeant.
SERGEANT: If I might speak
to the master of the house, sir.
Someone telephoned the station, sir,
gave this address,
saying there had been a murder.
It was me.
or would you not agree
to the fact that the gums
are the colour of cherryade?
I'm not familiar with cherryade.
Well, if you've pulled as many heads
out of ovens as I have,
you'd know what you were looking at.
Carbon monoxide, i.e. gas.
appears to constitute an offence
against the 1911 Act
for the Protection of Animals.
The offender must be found
This creature was cherished
and I insist on justice!
Was it your monkey, sir?
No. It belonged to my late mother.
Oh! Do you insist on justice?
I am to blame
for this unfortunate occurrence.
HALLAM: What do you mean, Pritchard?
In my capacity as an Air Raid Warden,
I undertook to test a piece
of prototype equipment,
to be specific, a gas-proof pram.
The animal's demise
was the result of that experiment.
He was my mother's friend!
Well, in view of the current crisis,
we'd be inclined to, uh,
overlook a case against an animal.
You think it doesn't matter
that things die?
Of course it matters, Pamela.
- Follow me, please, sir.
- Of course.
Well, sir. I don't think you're
going to find us much exercised
by all this monkey-business.
However, during our customary check-ups,
we stumbled on a separate misdemeanour.
This isn't your first time in a cell,
is it, Warwick Edgar Pritchard?
No, Sergeant. It is not.
So why, when you were filling in
your Air Raid Precautions
did you not admit your past?
There were no questions
pertaining to my past.
You were asked if you had
any previous convictions.
I have no previous convictions!
You spent five months
in Richmond Jail in 1917.
I went before a tribunal, not a court.
My actions did not constitute
a criminal offence.
Would you like to spell out
what they were?
You're clearly apprised
of what they were.
Not quite so proud of yourself now.
I wasn't proud of myself then.
I simply acted
according to my principles.
- It was more than 20 years ago.
- Say it!
- I was a conscientious objector!
- You refused to fight!
You refused to bear arms
in defence of your country.
You went to prison in the last war
and didn't admit to it when you had to
fill in your forms for this one.
- We aren't at war yet.
- Don't split hairs.
I'm in the habit of being precise.
My profession requires it.
So does mine! I have precisely
no toes on my left foot!
I lost them to gangrene,
after six months up to my ankles
in mud and rat piss in the trenches.
- Have you ever smelt gangrene?
I was in the Ambulance Service.
Before or after you were in prison?
Now you're splitting hairs.
I think you need a little time
to simmer down.
The British Prime Minister has concluded
his second set of talks
with Chancellor Hitler.
The summit took place
at Bad Godesberg in Germany.
Mr Chamberlain maintains
that war can be averted
but Hitler has not altered his demands
and the international situation
Guten Tag. Ich möchte bitte mit
Persephone Towyn sprechen?
(MAN SPEAKING GERMAN ON PHONE)
- MAN: May I help you?
- My name is Holland.
I'm trying to track down
my sister-in-law, Persephone Towyn.
I understood she was resident
at this address.
Persie? I'm sorry. She's moved on.
I was hoping we might have sandbags
at the front by now.
- They were meant to come today, sir.
- (RAISED VOICES)
What the deuce is going on?
Dr Mottershead is going through
Lady Holland's papers,
her journals and her letters!
this is just plain intrusive!
- Maud was my sister.
We shared the same father
and his genes were dominant.
Now, Pamela is helping me
to sort things out.
She's going to take one or two things
then the rest can be burnt
or filed and packed away.
Dr Mottershead intends to
commandeer this desk.
- I have not sanctioned her actions.
- I would hope not.
I insist you defer to Mr Amanjit.
He is an established member
of this household.
I am merely clearing space
for pens and notebooks.
The British Museum
will have to be evacuated
and I've been asked
to help curate the transfer.
It's splendid stuff.
The Elgin Marbles
will be put in Aldwych Tube.
I don't care!
If you're not going back to Cambridge,
you should rent yourself some rooms.
- I like it here.
- I don't.
And you needn't even think
of moving those.
My position is difficult.
The authority was always Lady Holland's.
Now she is gone,
I do not know to whom I answer.
You don't answer to my aunt,
I can tell you that now.
Sit down, Mr Amanjit.
This was my pistol
when I was in the Navy.
It's the only gun I've ever owned.
And you're the only person
I can trust with it.
Is it a Colt, sir?
Mine was a Webley.45.
What was your regiment?
59th Sindh Horse,
Jullundur Brigade, sir.
- So you would have been at Ypres?
- I was wounded at Ypres.
That gun needs stripping down
In the event of an invasion,
if I'm not here,
it is yours,
and you may use it as required.
I will perform
any service you desire, sir.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: As a precaution,
orders were issued this afternoon
calling up officers and men
of the Anti Aircraft...
Sorry, I need to tip the nappies out.
Also as a precaution, officers
and men of the Royal Air Force...
- (BERYL CHUCKLES)
I'm getting used to it already.
Can't get my gloves on for driving,
my knuckles are so swollen.
All hands to the pump, eh?
Some paperwork to sign
before you go, sir.
Shame it wasn't a chicken you gassed.
You could be setting the scene
with a few white feathers.
AMANJIT: The Great War was a just war.
Every effort to avoid it
through diplomacy had failed,
so every man had a duty to bear arms.
That is your belief
as a Sikh, Mr Amanjit.
Stop rattling on about religion!
It's the hypocrisy
that makes my stomach churn.
Marching up and down
like a clockwork Mussolini?
I've been doing
what I thought was right.
I did what I thought was right in 1917.
I'll never forget the morning
my Leonard left.
He said, "I don't want to go.
I don't want to go."
And I didn't say
I thought that war was wrong.
I didn't say, "Stay home. Stay safe."
I hid in the hall.
And the last thing I heard
was the latch on the gate
and his boots on the pavement,
I sometimes think that
I was a widow from that moment.
People didn't do what they thought
was right, they did what was right!
PAPER MAN: Hitler and Chamberlain to
meet in Munich! Chamberlain to Munich!
Ah, thank you very much, sir. Thank you.
This is our final chance.
And I have had more than one sleepless
night since I spoke angrily to you.
I, too, sir.
And I find that my opinion
has been altered.
Hitler is dictating terms
and it is all too easy to see
where it will end.
You are to go to Germany.
It has been decided.
And I end as I began.
This is our final chance.
KENT: I called as soon as I heard.
- It's frightfully good of you to come.
- I wanted to. Good for my nerves.
- You have no nerves.
- (PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
Is this Bessie Smith?
Billie Holiday, do keep up.
One youthful night on the tiles
with an exotic songstress
and you're marked for life.
#And still my heart has wings
# These foolish things remind me of you
#A tinkling piano in the next apartment
One wishes opinion weren't so riven.
They're calling you
the Glamour Boys, did you know that?
You and Eden. Cranborne. Ronald Tree.
The men who'd prefer to
thumb their noses at the Nazis.
We don't want war.
But we don't believe in appeasement.
- You believe in England, don't you?
# You conquered me
# When you did that to me #
My brother the King
wrote a letter to Herr Hitler.
The King said,
"I do not write as
one Head of State to another,
"but rather as
one ex-serviceman to another.
"I'm sure I need not remind you
of the last Great War,
"and am convinced that
you, too, would be appalled
"at the possibility of
such a calamity recurring."
And I wondered
if you might take it to the Führer?
(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)
The boost to Hitler's ego
would be monstrous.
- Do you even refuse to read it?
- I must.
- Take it. I beg you.
I really do believe that it would be
the better thing for your country
and for your career.
I'm not thinking about my career.
I can assure you that your wife
thinks about it all the time.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Your valise is packed and ready, sir,
and your clothes for the morning
are set out.
Tailcoat and striped trousers.
And her ladyship suggested
your late father's cufflinks.
Thank you, Pritchard.
I'm sorry about all that business
with the police.
Your private life and your opinions
are your own affair.
But it must have been distressing
I find that when one follows
one's conscience, sir,
the pain is generally felt
by other people.
REPORTER 1: Can Mr Chamberlain
be persuaded to change course?
REPORTER 2: What are your views
on Herr Hitler?
- Sorry about this, Spargo.
- Don't apologise, sir.
REPORTER 3: Aren't you afraid
that standing up to Hitler
will result in war?
I wonder, Mr Amanjit,
whether you might pass the salt?
- That were uncalled for.
- I'd have thrown the pepper at him, too.
It's like giving meat and two veg
Oh, I think you should all stop this.
Getting your shirttails in a twist
over something that happened
over 20 years ago!
Some of us fought a war on your behalf.
A war to end all wars!
Well, it didn't end all wars, did it?
So you've nothing to be smug about.
- This is all my fault.
Go back out to the servants' hall.
You're taking sides
and that never solves a quarrel.
Excuse me, Mr Amanjit!
Mr Amanjit! This is a domestic garden
and there are adjacent residences.
I do not consider
your actions to be safe.
And you'd know all about safety,
- Mr Amanjit, give that gun to me.
- Your husband charged me with this.
Well, he isn't here now
and you're provoking a disturbance.
Do as Lady Agnes tells you.
Give her the gun.
Forgive me if I was overzealous.
The spectacle has concluded.
And since we are in England,
I suggest you make some tea.
PRITCHARD: I was brought up
by Quaker parents, your ladyship.
Their belief was that
there is that of God in everyone.
It became mine, too.
Well, I think that's rather nice.
Aren't you going to ask him to sit down?
No, because it would make
us both feel very awkward.
Carry on, Pritchard.
It made violence seem abhorrent.
When war was declared,
I joined the Friends' Ambulance Unit.
It seemed the proper way
of seeing out the war.
I could play my part and
did not need to declare my conscience.
Others had more courage
and they were sentenced.
The conditions at Richmond Jail
and I felt moved to declare myself
at one with those imprisoned.
I meant only to draw attention
to their plight
but found myself incarcerated
Why, Pritchard? Why did you speak out
when there was no need?
I am occasionally driven by my passions.
I wouldn't ask him to elaborate
if I were you.
Everyone's entitled to some secrets.
You took the blame for John, too.
There was no need for that.
He is impetuous and so am I.
Most men have more in common
than they think.
And this is the wording
suggested for Clause 2?
Yes, Prime Minister.
It concerns the terms for the withdrawal
of troops from Sudetenland
by October the 10th.
(WHISPERS) Might I have a moment,
please, Prime Minister?
I strongly advise you to reconsider.
Your amendment ties
His Majesty's government into a pact
that gives Germany the upper hand.
We cannot add the caveat without
destroying their military installations.
This is the wording
which Hitler has requested.
We need a declaration
which Hitler will accept.
Holland, this amendment has to stand.
We all fit into this household
in a different way.
We come and go through different doors.
We eat our meals at separate tables.
But we all give 165 Eaton Place
as our address.
And that means we're on the same side.
From now on,
I expect your behaviour to reflect that.
Or how else will we survive a war?
Stop looking so shifty.
I did ask permission.
- I'm doing Johnny's next.
Take them out now.
- Almost clean again.
- Oh, it's the peroxide that does it.
I used to do nails
at a hairdressers in Walthamstow.
Did hair, too, not particularly well.
That's going to change.
I'm saving up to be apprenticed
to a Mayfair salon.
Monsieur Gaston, Court Coiffeur.
- How much does that cost?
- Forty guineas.
That's why I'm here.
Living in, all found, so I can save.
It's an investment.
Even if there's going to be a war?
People want what's beautiful.
They want it more when the world
turns black. I know, I've seen it.
My mother used to cut
pictures of jewellery
out of magazines before she died.
Pictures of houses
that she'd never live in.
Did she know she was dying?
I think she had it all planned.
(SIGHS) The verdict wasn't suicide,
it was misadventure.
Her head wasn't fully in the oven
when I found her.
There is every possibility
that she might have tripped.
- Gas, eh?
- It gets everywhere these days.
Whisky und Soda, bitte.
Doppelt, mit Eis.
Shocking to think old Maud has gone.
Still, she taught me to smoke.
I'll think of her every day.
Das ist ein Gin-Martini.
Ich bat um Wodka.
- I'm quite the sophisticate these days.
- Joachim told me you were here.
And please don't pull that big brother
face. Joachim and I aren't lovers.
- Any more.
(CHUCKLES) I'm teasing!
You can't tell?
You always could before.
He made sure I was looked after
when I first arrived.
I needed it. Needed him, really.
Besides, aren't we all rowing
in the same boat now?
Same team, great international friends?
I don't know.
You can't save the whole world, Hallam.
Agnes wants you to come home.
And you can't save me
because I'm not in danger.
Persie, if Britain signs the deal
I've seen being drafted,
in 12 months' time
the world will be on fire.
If you leave soon, I can arrange
a diplomatic flight for you.
Do you think
I've nothing to stay here for?
That I haven't built a life
I may not want to leave?
It was May the first time
Friedrich brought me here.
I thought the smell
was of the lilacs in the garden.
I found out it was the smell of money.
I gather I'm meant to ask
who Friedrich is?
He's in the Army now,
although he wasn't always.
He's a Standartenführer.
It means Colonel.
- He has family money.
- You have family, Persie.
I can't work out whether
that's a threat or a reassurance.
#...that everyone ought to do
# I'm living in a kind of daydream
Have you never wanted to cut all ties?
Sever every bond
and just surrender all your burdens?
If I did, I never dared.
#And foolish though it may seem
The Very Thought of You.
Friedrich buys me records from America.
# The longing here for you
# You'll never know how slow
# The moments go till I'm near to you
# I see your face in every flower
# Your eyes in stars above
# It's just the thought of you
# The very thought of you, my love
You can leave with me tomorrow.
I can take you home.
But I might come and wave you off.
# It's just the thought of you
# The very thought of you
# My love #
It smells the same as plimsolls
but I'm getting used to it.
Will you give over trying
to make small talk, Eunice!
You sound like a flatulent mallard.
I said it smells the same as plimsolls
but I'm getting used to it.
THACKERAY: Sort Eunice's straps out.
The way she's got them addled,
Hitler's halfway home.
CHAMBERLAIN: We, the German Führer
and the British Prime Minister,
are agreed that the question of
is of the first importance.
We regard this agreement
signed last night
and the Anglo-German agreement
as symbolic of the desire
of our two peoples
to never to go to war
with one another again!
There has come back from Germany
peace with honour.
I believe it is peace for our time.
We thank you
from the bottom of our hearts
and I now recommend you go home
and sleep quietly in your beds.
Is it all over, then?
This is history, Eunice.
It's never over.