Upstairs Downstairs (2010–2012): Season 2, Episode 6 - Somewhere Over the Rainbow - full transcript

Suspecting Persie of passing on information to the Germans, Sir Hallam ends their affair and joins his wife in trying to sober up Pritchard, who soon afterwards goes missing. Rose tells Johnnie that the butler is a reformed alcoholic who is clearly ashamed of his lapse. Casper visits Lady Agnes to tell her he is returning to the States, by which time Sir Hallam is aware of Persie's treachery, just as Lady Agnes is of the affair. With nobody to support her, Persie kills herself before she can be arrested. Beryl and Harry get married, planning to emigrate to America, and Pritchard returns for the wedding. As war is declared, Pritchard becomes an air raid warden, Blanche joins the fire service, and Johnnie is called up. The Hollands agree to stay together in London, but Lady Agnes's trust in her husband is severely compromised.



What's that?

Orange juice.

We need to get you in practice.

Oranges are 10 a penny
where we're going.


Is something amiss, your ladyship?

Straight downstairs, both of you,
as quickly as you can.

Mr Pritchard is unwell.

I had to fetch the salts
for Mrs Thackeray in the night.

She reckons it was them cooked meats.

It isn't food that's made him ill.
It's drink.

EUNICE: She never said she was coming.
JOHNNY: Just shift!


Agnes is home.



Oh, my God!

AGNES: Hallam, can you get up?
I'll explain in a moment.

This is at an end.
It was at an end last night.

Why, Hallam? Why do you say that?

Because last night I realised
I can't trust you.

You don't have to trust me, Hallam.

We break rules together.

Not any more.

EUNICE: We had a matron
did this at Barnardo's once.

She was heavier than him.

HALLAM: Agnes, when did you arrive?

And what in the name of God
is wrong with Pritchard?

JOHNNY: It's all under control, sir.

I thought he was teetotal!

Well, he clearly isn't any more.




We are to sign
the defence pact with the Poles.

Appeasement is at an end.

Then war is inevitable,
Foreign Secretary.

I fear that is the case.

Our country needs the best
that we can give.

And we shall not fail it.
I will be with you directly. Sir.

Is there really no stopping it?
No turning back?

I always said that conflict
could only be postponed.

Then we shall face it together.

This isn't your responsibility,
your ladyship!

- Where's Mrs Thackeray?
- Indisposed.

Sir Hallam must have breakfast

and it would seem
that Beryl is still asleep.

EUNICE: She was snoring when I left her.

Go back upstairs and if she isn't
out of bed, pull the covers off her!

Ah! It would seem that Beryl requires
no help with her waking arrangements.

Harry, take the car round
as soon as possible, please.

Don't keep Sir Hallam waiting.

Your ladyship.

Beryl, it's perfectly obvious
where you spent the night.

And I'm afraid I don't approve.

I'm very sorry, your ladyship,
but if you don't approve,

it's because you've made assumptions.

I'm obliged to make assumptions!

I'm your mistress and I'm responsible
for your moral welfare.

Well, you aren't going to be
my mistress for much longer.

As soon our special licence
comes through,

I'm getting married to Harry
and we're going to America.

Ah! Were you planning
on giving formal notice at any point?

I've always work two weeks in hand.

I could forgo my wages
if you want me to.

It's not a question of what I want.

This is my house and I am entitled
to know what goes on under its roof!

(SCOFFS) You don't know the half
of what goes on under its roof.

And I don't just mean
below stairs either.

I don't like the tone of that remark.

There's a lot you wouldn't
like the tone of,

but it's not up to me to tell you.

You can't cut me off.

You can't shove me away
just because your wife's come home.

My wife or your sister?

I'm not shoving you away.

I'm walking away
from a lethal situation.

Persie, who have you been talking to?

Who have you been
passing information to?

I haven't!

"Admiral Acronym." A nickname
only used inside the foreign office.

Does that mean anything to you?

Should it?

I've drawn my own conclusions.

You wanted this.

Now you can leave for America.
I just want to know when.

- Agnes?
- Blanche.

When did you get back?

This morning. I couldn't stay away,
the situation's so much worse.

Where are you? Where have you been?

The children's refugee camp
at Pakefield.

It's overflowing.
I've been trying to get to Pamela.

Are they going to
requisition her asylum?

They already have.

I've hired a car, but some
of the roads have been blocked off.

Do your utmost. I want the family home.

I rather think Hallam had hoped
I'd make a home elsewhere.

The family, and that includes you.

I need us all to be together.

Hadleigh, I want a review
of all surveillance information.

If the Germans have started
calling Drax "Admiral Acronym",

they've been talking in back rooms to
someone with connections to this office.

I'm sorry, Sir Hallam,
but we're about to go war!

My department's stretched
thinner than cat gut.

I need to see if we can trace that leak.

- Why now, sir? Why today?
- Because Britain is aligned with Poland.

Germany looks to Russia.
The clock is ticking,

and I don't want the blood
of my country on my hands.

Any particular names, sir?

Persephone Anne Towyn. Lady.

Start with the Ribbentrop files.
Autumn, '36.

Has her ladyship indicated
how I might be disciplined?


But she will.

I should think Miss Whisset'll
have an opinion and all.

Miss Whisset and I parted company
somewhat earlier in the evening.

Because you had a drink?
Or before you had a drink?

In the days when I was
in my current condition

rather more often than
I have been of late,

I used to find that black coffee
had but limited effect.

Was there anything
that had unlimited effect?


We used to joke about it
on the Aquitania.

"Water, water, everywhere..."

I'm not joking, Mr Pritchard!

And you wouldn't be either,
if you were thinking clear.

Perhaps I don't want to think clear!

I thought you had everything
so tidy in your mind!

I thought it was neat,
like you keep the cellar.

You've showed me how to do things, Mr P.
How to keep the mess at bay,

and off the drink.
You taught me self-respect.

And I want to say, "Look at you!"

I want to grab the mirror
and put it to your face

so you can see what I'm seeing now,
but I don't want to upset you.

I looked up to you, Mr Pritchard!

Oh! Every time I let the iron warm this
through I get a blast of her Mitsouko!

Horrible, clinging scent.

I hope they don't have this in America,

I'll think of her bloomin' ladyship
every time I smell it.

Spanish Leather'll remind me
of Sir Hallam.

I get punched in the nose
with it every single morning.

It'd be Lady Agnes
punching him in the nose

if she knew he was at it
with a fancy piece.

She should just get off her high horse.

She's got no right making
assumptions about me!

Bee. She's not like us.

She's never widened her horizons,

never had a look
at how other people live.

To her the rest of the world
is all the same.

Do you think I'm daft,
wanting her to respect me?

I respect you. Isn't that what counts?

Put her out of your mind.
We're getting married.

We're getting out of here.

Oh, look at love's young dream!

Fetch me the peppermint essence, Beryl,

that luncheon meat's
repeating on me something shocking.


Mickey and Minnie seem
to have survived our absence.

I never missed feeding them,
your ladyship.

I didn't like to think
of Master Hector's face

if he came home and found them
floating on the top.

Was everything quite all right
whilst I was gone?

Everything was just as it usually is,
your ladyship.

As long as there was no change
to the usual routines.

I shouldn't like to think
that the staff had been put out.

Oh, no.
Lady Persie kept some funny hours.

But Sir Hallam always came home.
Every night.

All I'm saying is,
I reckon she's got wind of it.

Him and carrying on.

She looks like she's got
the weight of the world on her.

We've all got the weight
of the world on us,

it'll be raining bombs
by Friday tea-time.

I shall need 40 pounds of flour,
plain white,

and another 25 of wholemeal.

Hitler's not planning to bomb
all the bakeries!

You'll change your tune when
we're huddled in that refuge room,

eating the sawdust out of
Miss Buck's pincushion.

Letters for Johnny and Harry
from the table in the hall.

I'm venturing out for some fresh air.

You can bring me back a tin
of treacle while you're at it.

I thought I might boil up
a fruit cake for the wedding.

- Lyle's Black?
- Large.

And mind that mop-head
when you're walking by,

it's still wearing a dollop
of your you-know-what.

- JOHNNY: Writing's on the wall, then.
- In what way?

Been sent for.
Armed Forces medical, this Saturday.

Same. Only not till the ninth.


Are you going to be called up?

No, I'm not.

'Cause by this time next week,
we're not going to be here!


How are we for semolina, Mrs Thack?

Order me five pounds.
And the same for pudding rice.

Trust me,
we're going to get out in time.

How are we going to get out in time?

We have to be married.

You put in for visas
for a married couple!

You said yourself, you can't book our
passage if the papers aren't straight!

We've got money.
I'll grease palms if I have to.

- We shouldn't have to grease palms!

I just wanted things to be perfect.

We can have perfect
when we're on the boat.

I haven't been called up yet.

No one is going to shoot me
for desertion.

- You're wanted, Harry! Shift yourself!

Don't you come out here
yelling at me like that!

Yeah, well, some bugger's
got to run this flaming house!


What's the news?

The stand-off with Hitler is absolute.

If he invades Poland,
there's no turning back.

Cabinet sat till after two.

I thought you might sleep at the office.

They've brought in camp-beds
for the secretaries.

People who missed the last train,
but most of us can walk home.

And you're here.

Night was when I missed you most.

The Kents' sheets smell of roses.
Ours smell of your cologne.

They smell of yours, I always think.

Even when I was gone?

Especially when you were gone.


- What's that?
- Shh! Shh!

The Territorials are mobilised.
I saw them marching towards Green Park.

- Is war just a matter of time now?
- Yes. It's a matter of days.

- AMANJIT: Mr Pritchard?

JOHNNY: Is he still not back?
AMANJIT: Mr Pritchard?

Mr Amanjit, is he still not back?

Mr Pritchard?

I hoped he would creep home
in the small hours,

whatever his condition was.

I want to say,
at least he took his wallet.

But I don't think that's
the best state of affairs.

- Come on. Downstairs.
- He'll be on a right bender.

- Blanche, may I come in?
- It's not locked.

I'm sorry. I need to talk
where we can't be overheard.

You can help me with this.
I have head lice.

Caught from the children
at the Kinder Camp.

- And what did Persie say?
- Nothing of any use.

Do you think I'm wrong
or hysterical to suspect him?

I will think
you're wrong and hysterical,

unless there's concrete evidence.

Present me with some facts.

He wears more cologne than he used to.

Well, the weather's warm.
He spends long days at Whitehall.

When I came home, he held onto me
as though he'd never let me go.

It's been a calendar month
since you flounced out.

He was overjoyed by your return.

I'm being an utter fool...

These are dark times, Agnes.
People think dark thoughts.

Do you think dark thoughts?

I try to fix my mind
on some constructive purpose.

If I didn't,
I'd feel as hysterical as you.

I've never had a constructive purpose.

You've brought up your madam of a sister
and built a family and a home.

Now it's all slipping
through my fingers.

When times change,
we have to change with them.

You will find something you can do.

And however you find it,
you will do it well.

Get a move on, Eunice! This black-out
performance starts at 8:00,

and we still haven't
organised the drawing room.

We'll have to do them hems
with the pinking shears,

we're nearly out of time.

I don't know why they're
turning the lights out now, anyway.

War hasn't started yet.

I reckon there's something
they've not told us.

I don't fancy your chances
of getting on a boat.

- HALLAM: London is vulnerable to attack.

I shall be working long hours and I need
to know my family are looked after,

especially in Pritchard's absence.

Everything is taken care of, sir.
John is being particularly diligent.

Petty cash is running low.

Take what remains,
to pay for the sandbags

and I'll speak to the bank
about appropriate arrangements.

- Very good, sir.
- Clean this,

and make sure it's in order,
then replace it in the safe.

- You know the drill.
- Sir.

I'm pleased to see
we're prepared for all eventualities.

- This is not the time for levity.
- I am at your service, sir.

I was being serious.
Can I do anything to help?

Ask Agnes or Aunt Blanche.

I tried. They can't make
a single sensible suggestion.

I find that hard to credit.

You speak as though they're quite
your favourite people all of a sudden.

Persie, I'm too busy to play games.

He'll be underneath
the arches somewhere.

Drink's a curse for Mr Pritchard.
Always was.

But, Miss Buck, he didn't drink!
He warned me off drink.

Is it any wonder?
It was the end of him at Cunard.

But he made out he had
troubles with his mastoid.

Why do you think
he kept his eye on you?

He kept his eye on everything.

And now he's gone
and I don't know what to do.

I wish you'd come home.

It's not that simple, Johnny.

The matron said
you're going to be discharged.

There's a war kicking off now,
Lady Agnes might make other plans.

The Army might make other plans for me.

Someone's got to look after 165,
Miss Buck.

You find Mr Pritchard
and bring him home.

This is it now, Hallam.
Off with the motley.

Away with the dinner jacket
and the tie and tails.

I've been appointed
Rear Admiral by my brother.

- Back in the Senior Service?
- Mm.

Desk job. View of Horse Guards Parade.

Is that what you want?

What I want is of no
consequence whatever.

I have a duty to fulfil.

If they want a figurehead,
they can lash me to the mast.

If they want a plaster saint,

I will climb on a plinth
and I will not move a muscle.

I'm told you asked
for the Acronym leak to be examined.

I thought it wise to try
to snare the little bird, sir.

The fact is, old chap,
there are little birds all over London,

each more diminutive
and shrieking than the last.

The Acronym leak isn't
massive in the scheme of things.

It is to me, sir.

I have to get my house in order,
to clear up every mess I've made,

be it personal or professional.

And make sure I haven't done
more damage than I knew.

I have duties too, sir.

I advise you to tend to those
which are most pressing,

namely Whitehall and the war.
Leave all else alone.

There are vexations
you don't need to have.



They've already stopped
the television sets

in case people use them
to signal to the enemy.

And now they say they're
going to close the cinemas.

That means we'll never
get The Wizard Of Oz.

Outside! Or you will miss
something you will never see again.

#..dare to dream, really do come true

# Someday I'll wish upon a star

#And wake up where the clouds
are far behind me

# Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
way above the chimney tops

# That's where you'll find me

# Somewhere... #

They really mean it, don't they?

I'm afraid they do.

#...bluebirds fly

# Birds fly over the rainbow

# Why then, oh why can't I? #

I know where you're going,
and I know what's in those sandwiches.

Nasty, tough piece of brisket. Here.
Some coconut sponge in it.

- Mr Pritchard's favourite.
- Thanks, Mrs Thack.

#...bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow

# Why, oh why can't I?



Get out of it!

JOHNNY: Mr Pritchard!

Mr Pritchard!

Mr Pritchard!

EUNICE: Johnny wants you downstairs.

He says not to put your black on,
you've got to go to the shops.

I'm going to the shops.
I'm going to buy my wedding dress.

Yes, but he's banging on
about a dozen tins of salmon.

- Five pounds!
- Five?

As a matter of fact
I think I'll make it guineas.

The best establishments
always deal in guineas.


- Friedrich?

Persie? Why are you calling me?

- Old times' sake.
- No.

This is a new chapter.
We are in separate countries.

On separate sides.

that's a matter for discussion.

No. No, it isn't.



- Can I help you, your ladyship?
- Not at all.

I've come to see if I can help you.

I'm packing the silver ready
for the bank. It's all in hand.

This must be the laundry.
Let me unpack it, put things away.

- No. There's no need.
- Please. I need to be of use.

Your ladyship, I went to visit
Miss Buck the other day.

- Oh? Is she well?
- Very well. At least, well enough.

Is something the matter
with Sir Hallam's shirts, your ladyship?



- Good afternoon, sir.
- Who are you? I don't believe we've met.

- I'm Miss Pamela Holland.
- Pamela, you're not a maid.

And I'm Caspar Landry.

She's just thinking ahead.

Like the poster says,
"Train while there's time".

- Am I right in thinking this is Assam?
- Yes, it is.

When I first came to England
I thought tea was just tea.

I thought I'd pass as British just
because I knew you put the milk in last.

But now I can tell
by just the smell of it,

whether it's Lapsang
or Broken Orange Pekoe.

Whether it's from Kenya or India
or even Ceylon.

The entire empire runs like a river
through these drawing rooms.

Do you take sugar?

- I'll take it from you, sweetie.

I shall miss it when I'm gone.

- Gone?
- Back to the States.

I've more to go home for
than I have to keep me here.

Pamela, darling, I've just remembered

that Mickey and Minnie haven't
been given any crumbs today.

Would you go and feed them
a tiny piece of bread?

- Quickly?
- No.

No. Not quickly.

They have very small stomachs
and they mustn't get a shock.

I shouldn't have called.
You have much to concern you.

- No, it's quite all right.
- These are testing times.

Yes. But if a servant
had answered the door,

and you'd sent up your card
on a salver...

Like a gentleman.

I would have said that I wasn't at home.
Like a lady.

Agnes, nobody's
going to send us to hell.

Open your present.


Landry Caress.
Fully fashioned. 144 pairs.

You're going to need it.
It will be a long war.

Is it going to last forever?


Your nylons are always
so astonishingly durable.

Very few things last forever.

And when they do,
it's because they're meant to be.

If you run out, write me.

Or just write me.

- Where?
- Care of The Ritz.

I can't.

I need to be the best person I can be.

For a little while.

I said it once before,
you're good as well as beautiful.

One of those things I can't change.
The other, I never shall.

The dossier you asked for, sir.
About the "Admiral Acronym" leak.

- Thank you, Hadleigh.
- Your instincts were correct, sir.

Lady Persephone?

She's been in contact with
London-based agents of the Reich.

They were known
to be staying at a hotel,

and she was seen arriving
at their quarters. It's all in there.

There's no suggestion of any
wrongdoing on your part, sir.

Your conduct has been impeccable.

Your records were checked, too.

Lady Persephone will be
off your hands by Sunday.

"Off my hands"?

HADLEIGH: The Emergency Powers Act
contains a special sub-clause,

Defence Regulation 18B.

It enables the government
to intern anyone

whose conduct endangers national safety.

HALLAM: You'll arrest her?
HADLEIGH: And imprison her.

HALLAM: And what must I do
in the meantime?

HADLEIGH: Say nothing, sir.
Nothing at all.


Strain getting to you, Agnes?
You look frightfully pale.

War. Perfectly vile to the complexion.

I'll be rather entertained
when there's a run on rouge.

I might stage
a one-woman run on lipstick.

You'll have to ask Caspar Landry

to send you some from New York.

PERSIE: No. American lipsticks
are always indelible.

I've just tried
Dorothy Gray's Daredevil Red,

my lips looked bloody.

I lost count of all
the handkerchiefs I ruined.

AGNES: Night was when I missed you most.

The Kents' sheets smell of roses.
Ours smell of your cologne.


- Did you, Persie? Tell me!

Did you, Persie?
You tell me! You tell me!

I think you ought to be asking,
"Did he"?

Go to your bedroom now, Pamela.
Go on! Go on!


You, too, Persie. You've said enough.

No, she hasn't said enough!
She can never say enough!

When did it start?

Munich, to my mind.
Though he may take a different view.

Ask him. He might tell you everything.

And if he doesn't,
that will tell you something.


See if he tells you about the abortion.





If you've nothing whatever
to occupy you,

you might bring a tray of tea
to my bedroom!

(GASPING) I can't breathe...

I can't breathe, Blanche. I can't...

I don't care if they sack me!

I'm not taking tea
to that evil trollop's room!

- And you're not making it either!
- Her own sister's husband?

She should be tarred and feathered.

What about Sir Hallam?
None of you are criticising him.

Wait till he orders refreshments.

Don't ask about the licence
or the tickets for the boat.

- I've no news to tell you.
- Well, we have.



No. Stay where you are.

I'm afraid my behaviour
has caused some inconvenience.

Now is not the time for me to comment.

Is everything as it ought to be, sir?

Because I couldn't help but notice,
as you approached,

the strap on your attaché case
is not secure.

No. And it would appear to be too late
to do anything about it.

It is a desperate matter
when the clock can't be turned back.

Yes. It is.

If you'll excuse me,
there are things to be restored.

HALLAM: I walked out. Cleared my desk.

It was the only decent thing to do.

She's been peddling
petty secrets for three months.

Things she overheard at dinner.

Things she might have
pilfered from my bag.

They told me now they've had
her card marked for months,

she'd never fully
severed her link to Ribbentrop.

I'm surprised she still gives
Ribbentrop the time of day.

They'll come at some point
in the next 24 hours.

Where will they take her?

Holloway Prison.


I know, Hallam.

(SOBBING) Agnes...


Agnes, you have to help me.


I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Don't you remember, Agnes,
when we were growing up,

and we'd make up a game
and it would go on and on,

until we'd exhausted its every corner
and still couldn't let it go?

Do you remember?

And we'd look at each other
and we'd say,

"Shall we go back to the beginning?"


Please, Agnes! Please.

Please can we go back to the beginning?


We can't. Because it's not a game.

I'll have to formally resign
from Whitehall.

My marriage to Agnes is in ruins.

Then we can run away together.

Persie, you can't run anywhere.



Operator speaking.

I've been waiting
for a connection to Berlin.

The person you requested
will not accept your call.



REGISTRAR: Next, please.

Right. Now, I have your forms.
Let's see if everything's in order,

and then you can be on your way.







REGISTRAR: Next, please.

Horace Peters. Fail. Grade C3.

James Colclough. Pass. Grade A3.

John Proude. Pass. Grade A1.




Can you cut another inch off?

It'll go all frayed again.

I need the pinking shears,

and I think they're in the drawing room
from when we did the blackouts.

Guess what I've got?


THACKERAY: Get away! Get away!
EUNICE: You're not allowed to see her.

BERYL: Don't be daft!
It's just silly superstition!

I'm not looking! I'm not looking!
Can't I just show her?

Excuse me! She's in her wedding dress,
seeing her's bad luck!

BERYL: Is it the tickets or the licence?

- It's the tickets and the licence!

Bridegroom, make yourself useful.

Go up to the drawing room
and fetch the pinking shears.

BERYL: Oh, it's the tickets
and the licence!


Excuse me, Lady Persephone.
I was sent up for the pinking shears.

This lighter's empty.
Why hasn't it been filled?

I'll tell Beryl, your ladyship.

Do you tell Beryl everything?

Will you go downstairs
and tell her you saw me in tears

and desperate for a cigarette?

No, your ladyship.

I've matches on me, if you want a light.

- Would you mind awfully?
- Not at all.

You've no idea how unendurable it is
sitting here entirely on one's own.

Your ladyship?


As I said, it's unendurable.

Did I ever mean anything to you, Harry?



Honestly, I may as well go up
and get them myself!

- What about your dress?
- But he's seen it now!

- Come on. It's okay.

- Come on.

Come on. Shh!

- BERYL: Harry?

No! No, no, no, no!

Oh, God! Oh...

Look at me! Look at me!

HARRY: What do I do? What do I do?

Call the police,
if they haven't been sent for.

- But Lady Persie...
- BERYL: (GASPING) Harry...

I can't help Lady Persie.
I can help Beryl.


Better late than never, I suppose.

Straighten that collar, please, Johnny.

And Eunice, put your apron on.

- We have work to do.
- Yes, Mr P.

Is there a war yet?


to you from the Cabinet Room

at 10, Downing Street.

This morning,
the British Ambassador in Berlin

handed the German Government
a final note

stating that, unless we heard
from them by 11:00,

that they were prepared at once
to withdraw their troops from Poland,

a state of war would exist between us.

I have to tell you now that no such
undertaking has been received,

and that consequently this country
is at war with Germany.

So few people came.

It's standing room only usually,
when one so young dies.

I've just found a pair of my earrings
and one coral dress clip.

Persie must have lost the other one.

Everything she ever had
was snatched or hand-me-down.

Filched, or half of what
by rights she should have had.

I'm not going to encourage you in this.

I loved her. But never enough.

Nobody ever could ever love her enough.

We should have done this when she died.

- What?
- Opened the window,

to let her wretched soul out.


Nanny will take the children
to stay with my father at St Cadog.

Pamela can go with them.

That's very kind of you.

I've arranged for Miss Buck
to go as her companion.

She's being discharged
from her sanatorium,

but can only do light work.

She can sit and sew
with Pamela in the afternoons.

What about you, Agnes?

I'll settle them in,
then I'll come back here.

- I'm glad.
- I won't be doing it for you.

Do you want a divorce?

I think this whole thing has been
quite sordid enough.

Do you want a divorce?

Don't ever ask me what I want.
It doesn't matter.

Everything that brought us to this room,
at this moment,

- was because of what you wanted.
- It was in spite of what I wanted!

I don't disbelieve that.

But there were things I could have done
and didn't,

in spite of what my heart
was telling me to do.

Then this marriage isn't equal.

What marriage is?

Everything you ask of me, I will do.

Everything you need from me,
I promise I will give you.

Can we go back to the beginning?

No ring.

I'll wear it, if you like.

But it will only be for show.

# Times are hard and getting harder
Still we have fun

# There's nothing surer

# The rich get rich
#And the poor get poorer

# In the meantime, in between time

#Ain't we got fun

THACKERAY: Yeah! Come on!

# Every morning, every evening

#Ain't we got fun

# Not much money, oh, but honey

#Ain't we got fun

# The rent's unpaid, dear

# We haven't a sou

# But smiles were made, dear

# For me and for you #


Everybody ignore it!
We're on holiday till half-past!

I don't believe I've ever seen you
answer your own door.

You'll be seeing stranger things
than this, I don't doubt.

Our chauffeur married
our housemaid today.

Agnes insisted that
we should allow a party.


I'm assured the normal scheme
of things will resume this evening.

There is now no normal scheme of things.

For as long as this war lasts,
we are all each other's servants.

Have courage.

I've made such a God-awful mess
of everything.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

I do, old chap.

So I'll go in as an equerry,
based at Buckingham Palace.

I've been vetted
and I am not considered wanting.

It borders on the miraculous.

With relatives like me.

You will stay, won't you?
For Agnes' sake, if not for mine.

I was actually rather planning to.
I've joined the fire brigade.




I love that song. I love it.


We could dance, if you wanted.
There's no one here.

If we did, I'll miss you when you go.

- I'll miss you anyway.
- Will you?


- Will you write?
- I'm stopping here.

I won't have much to tell you.

That's why I want you to.
You can be my bit of home.

What's this?

Something I owe you, sir.
Something I shouldn't have taken.

I thought you were using it
to travel to America.

Beryl wasn't well enough to sail.
We missed our passage.

I see.

Lady Agnes wrote to Mr Landry,
asked him to help us,

but I've been passed fit
for the forces now,

so we don't know what we're gonna do.

We won't speak of this again.


Do you like Mummy's outfit, Hector?
It's a St John's Ambulance uniform.

And while you're in the country,

Mummy is going to be
helping people who've been hurt.


We would appear to have an air-raid
warning, your ladyship, Dr Mottershead.

I advise you to take cover,
if you would be so kind.

Yes, of course, Pritchard.

The refuge is prepared.
This way, if you please.