Upstairs, Downstairs (1971–1975): Season 1, Episode 8 - I Dies from Love - full transcript

You'll catch flies.

What?
What'll I do?

Your mouth's handing
down to your chest, girl.

Stop breathing.
See what you makes me do.

I'm doin' it.

If you think that's washing up,
then I'm Happy Fanny Fennie.

I am, Mrs. Fennie...

You'll not see you bed tonight,
my girl, I'm warning you.

I'm do it once more, so...

And you do them properly!

I'm goin' do them properly.



# I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I were a maid again! #

And you wish you were a new bird,
Queen of England. Heh, heh.

# But a maid again I'll never be,
Till the cherries grow on an apple tree. #

There she is,
Mrs. Van Granbottom, herself.

Edward,
you've no respect!

Oh, I could buy and sell
the lot of you.

And what do you think of me
spanking, new carriage, then, eh?

Oh, she must be awful rich.

And my lovely new footman
on the barge.

Oh, to have a carriage,
the like of that.

You've seen him?
I never set eyes on him before.

Now, why can't Lady Marjorie
get someone like that for us?

'Cause you've got adorable
little me, that's why.

Oh, and would you look
at those feathers.



They must be twice
the length of me arm!

You don't measure a lady
by the length of her feathers, Emily.

Oh, I say she has a dress for
as many days as there are in a year.

Now, that, Emily..

that lady that you see up there
is what we call "no-voo."

Hah, which is probably new to you.

Come on, Edward.

Her Ladyship will be
ringing for tea in a minute,

and you've no time to laugh about.

She, and her and her
charitable get-together.

She can't stand the sight
of the people there.

You've no place passing
remarks like that.

A scamper through the woods?

Certainly. Teach them
to appreciate nature.

And give them some simply splendid exercise.

Exercise?
Exercise?

They get enough of that
running up and downstairs all day.

Prudence, if I understand you correctly,

you're suggesting that we hire
some sort of omnibus,

cram all our servants into it, and
dispatch them to Hampstead Heath?

For a picnic, with delicious
cream buns and lemonade.

Thus obeying our beloved
Queen Alexandra's instructions

to care more for the welfare
of our domestic employees.

Yes, I see the merit in that.
They don't get enough fresh air.

Fresh air? Simple frightful
for the complexion.

Yes, of course, Lady Templeton,
but it's all in a good cause.

These girls never get out.

I think it's a splendid idea.

We can all share the cost of the omnibus,

and each contribute
a hamper of refreshments.

Good. That's settled.

Queen doesn't know
what she's started.

Well, now we can all have tea.

Not quite yet. We still lack
one member of our committee

we need her vote.

And her money.

Mrs. Van Groeben, my lady.

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Van Groeben.

Good afternoon.

Now then, I believe that you
have already met Lady Templeton.

Yes, we have met, haven't we?

Ghastly feathers.

- Lady Prudent Fairfax,
our "force motif."

Ah, dear girl,
how do you do?

Very bad for my chest.

I've heard so much about you
from my daughter, Wilhelmina,

who is such a great, great
friend of your daughter, Agatha.

Oh yes, I believe they met
for the first time last night.

It seems young people become great,
great friends at alarming speed these days.

[ ugh ]

I am late, and I do apologize, but
it takes so long to get anywhere in London.

Oh, I know, and it's becoming far
too noisy and dirty in the streets.

They really shouldn't allow so much
traffic in the heart of the city.

Oh, in my opinion, we're all being
slowly poisoned by the fumes

from those dreadful motorcars.

Including your, Prudence darling.

And yours, my dear Margaret.

I won't allow my husband to buy one.

We so much prefer the
carriage and pair.

So much more elegant.

Of course, back in our
wonderful country

we have so much space...
and freedom.

Freedom to move around
at one's leisure.

Ah, our life is much
different in South Africa.

She should have stayed there.

The part from the (viddy)
are too absurd.

Ugh, Marjorie, do ring for tea,
now we're all here.

Prudence, at least explain your idea
to Mrs. Van Groeben.

It's a splendid scheme
for a picnic in the woods.

To put some color into their cheeks.

In keeping with the Queen's wishes.

Oh, quite! How like our dear queen
to concern herself with such matters.

Now, the last cook we....
- Hudson, you can bring tea now,

and ask Mrs. Van Groeben's coachmen
to have tea in the servant's hall,

which will be some time.

- Very good, my lady.
- I'm so sorry.

You were saying?

Well, our last cook. She had a cousin
who worked in the royal household.

And she was most interesting
about conditions there.

- Most interesting.

It appears, that on at least one occasion
during her employment at the palace,

Her Majesty actually paid a lengthy visit
to the kitchen in the servant's quarters

and actually spoke to the staff!

[ laughter ]

[ Mr Harris ] At any rote,
my little niece were there,

and went down 'fore started.

They all got under table.
[ laughter ]

The Bishop of London arrives
to read message from queen.

'I hope you're all
enjoying yourself,' he reads,

'enjoying your tea party,'
and all girls are still under table!

[ laughter ]
Oh, I think it's got week's wages

to see 200 servants goes out and under
the table and read and spark.

They must take us
for some kind of fools, you know.

Oh, no, you mustn't laugh,
really, Mr. Harris.

It's pretty kind of Her Majesty.
After all, she needn't have bothered.

Ah, just a pat on the head, lass,
pat on the head.

Eh, not a change, is it?

- Any rote, let me finish story.

'I'm, uh, sorry I can't be with you,'

reads bishop, with rain
dripping from his hat, [ Laughter ]

'but I'm sure you're all having a grand time,
with love and kisses from queen.'

Eh, and then, just as he's calling
for three rousing cheers,

some great banner which said,
'God bless our gracious queen,

'the giver of the feast,'
fell about his head!

[ laughter ]

Ahh, his grace, the Duke of Pulborough,
would never have concerned himself

with such a (pandemon).

He know how to treat
his servants proper.

And we were right proud
to be in his household.

Heh, heh, he had not time
for the (patchebon).

Send round the muffins
to the omnibus and home.

In time to run our baths,
and lay the table for dinner.

Splendid. Well, I certainly
feel I owe it to my servants.

A token of appreciation, really.

People in our position
must realize their responsibility.

If we return them on Monday notice.

Have you any idea food and how
much such an outing will cost?

Well, I have it on the best information

it need not cost more
than six pence a head.

Six pence?

What do you mean to feed them on?
Red lard and a cup of cold tea?

Ah, there'll be the omnibus
to pay far as well, Lady Templeton.

Ah ha, I do hope we're not
to spend the entire afternoon

haggling over money.

I mean what's the
(big currency of it)?

A great deal, to some of us.

Uh, what about numbers.
How many will there be?

Sixteen, altogether, Marjorie, uh, that's
including Mrs. Van Groeben's household.

Well, I shall send my two
house maids, my kitchen maid,

and Taylor, my pantry boy.

Let me know how much
I should contribute.

Marjorie, my pet,
I've decided to leave.

- I'm quite ancient and
inclined to be easily bored.

- I cannot afford
to be bored at my age.

- Hudson, Lady Templeton
is leaving.

- Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Can't stand being cooped up
with a herd of women, Hudson.

- I'm sure you feel the same.
- Huh.

Wonderful lady, ha.
Such a rrrrich character, ha.

Most interesting.

Some people find her eccentric,

but Richard says
she's the sanest person he knows.

There's all agreed, then.
A picnic, a nature ramble

over Hampstead Heath, followed
by a good tea in the church hall.

Splendid. Well your course
certainly has my support.

Oh, I'm so glad.
How kind you are, Mrs. Van Groeben.

No, no. It's you who are kind,
Lady Prudence.

Spending so much of your time
improving the lot of these people

who are really, already
so well cared for,

and, uh,...
who have so very little to do.

[ Sound of carrriage passing ]

[ Emily humming, then singing ]

# A butcher boy I loved so well. #

# He courted me my life away,
But now with me he will not stay. #

# I wish my baby it were born
And on my arm...[ door opens ] #

[ Door slams shut ]

Haven't you done yet, Emily?

- I'm not used doing grates.

I showed you how yesterday.

- I'm doin' my best, Rose.

- And when's the new
housemaid coming?

I don't know.
And buck up.

Mrs. Bridges wants you
back in the kitchen.

- I can't be in
two places at once.

Well, you must try.

[ Sigh ]

And we're all tired.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Ugh! ]

[ Spits ]
Oh, God on heavens!

Salt!

I'll murder that girl!

[ Emily humming ]

[ Door slams ]

Morning, Mrs. Bridges.

- Good morning
Emily, my dear!

Grand morning.

- Lovely.
Absolutely lovely.

- By the way, Emily.

- I've got a little treat
for you.

Seeing as how you
like my cooking and all.

Come in here,

and have a taste of this
lovely pudding I made.

Oh, I've taken such a lot
of the trouble over it.

Stirrin' it over me hot
water for hours.

Now then.
You just taste it.

Come, girl, taste it.

Um!

What's the matter?
Don't you like it then?

Please, Mrs. Bridges.
What in heaven have I done?

I'll show you what
you've done, my girl.

You put salt into the sugar jar,
that's what you've done!

Oh, no, I never.
That was never what I did.

All that work for nothing!

- I never did...
- My lovely pudding ruined!

Oh, I never knew it, Mrs. Bridges.
I did just what you said.

Let go of me, please,
you're hurting me.

I'll hurt you, all right, my girl.

That's what comes of staring
out of the window all day long!

Day dreaming!
Looking at the carriages!

- But I'm sorry if I did
mix up the sugar, Mrs. Bridges.

- Maybe I wasn't thinking.

Well, when you get
all of that washing up,

then you can come in here
and scrub my kitchen floor.

Oh, Mother of God, please help me.

I've never even
finished the house work.

There is one point, Lady Marjorie, that
I hesitated to mention at our last meeting.

I do hope there is some way
we can insure that no undeserving girls

receive the benefit of our charity.

Undeserving?

- After all, you and I have
a position in society to maintain.

A position which many people
admire, and even envy.

I should hate to think
we could be duped.

I don't quite understand
what you mean by...duped.

Well, if we were expected
to include in these outings

some of the riff-raff that
one finds in the suburban houses

of the professional classes.
[ Thunder is heard ]

- Do you know what I mean?

Yes, I...I think I do,
Mrs. Van Groeben.

But, surely, our intention is to
benefit all those in domestic service,

not just a privileged few.

[ Thunder ]
Oh, dear.

Looks as if we're in
for a summer storm.

[ Sound of carriages
and rain]

- Good morning, Emily.

You've done nothing
but dream all day.

What did I have
the look of dream for?

The boy in the coach
with Mr. Harris.

Umm. Mrs. Van Groeben's
little flunky.

Well, you can stop dreamin'

or you'll get into more trouble,
and from me this time.

I've had to chase after you
since first thing this morning.

The beds weren't properly made.
Mr. Bellamy's shaving water cold,

and now the luncheon
ain't done.

I can't manage it all, Rose.

I don't know whether
I'm comin' or goin'.

What with Mrs. Bridges
(cuffing at me an arm).

I never touched her cookin',
so I don't understand, just never.

You'll just have to learn
to put up with it, that's all.

(Without future
husband in disfavor.)

Look. She don't really
mean all she says, Emily.

She's very fond of you, really,
it's just that....

Well, hurry up!

Come on, you've
got to do the sewing.

Ah, the poor lad.

He'll get soaked through
sittin' out there.

We hardly ever have to endure
this kind of weather in Capetown.

- I'm afraid it's this kind of weather

- that's making the rest
of our committee so late.

- Lady Templeton has
quite a way to come.

- Oh dear, you're young
footman's getting very wet.

Yes, it really is too bad,
but he's used to it.

We were at the most
wonderful house party

at Lord Nicholson?s
only last weekend.

- We must bring him in
and give him some tea.

- I'll ring for Hudson.

[ Thunder ]

What is it you were going
to say about Toby Nicholson?

[ enter Mr. Harris, butler,
and Williams, footman ]

[ Mrs. Bridges ] Oh, come along in
and sit yourselves down.

[ MB ] Rose, take his coat.

[ MB ] Oh, dear, dear.

[ Mr. Harris ]
This is William, everybody.

[ H ] William, this is Mrs. Bridges.

[ Mrs. ] How'd you do. I'd expect you'd like
a nice cup of tea and a slice of cake.

[ W ] I do.

[ H ] and Edward.

[ Edward ] Oh, here Rose, have
you caught that uniform?

- I didn't know that the household
cabaret had gone into service.

[ General conversation ]

[ H ] And this is young Emily.

- Now, where was I.

- Ah, the Duke had just
brought a motor carriage.

- Ah, let's read that.

- Well, uh, His Grace was never
one to be behind the times.

- He believed in progress.
That's what I thought.

- And he say he thought there was a
great future for the motor carriage.

[ MB ] Um. Your present employer seems
to have (too pretty) notions, Mr. Harris.

[ H ] Ah, she's a different sort
of person altogether, Mrs. Bridges.

[ H ] Well, she's only just arrived,
and all said, doesn't quite see what's what yet.

[ H ] Mind you, eh...
[ Rose ] Mind you what, Mr. Harris?

[ H ] Well, uh, where's
there's rats there's a mouse.

[ MB laughs ]

[ E ] And there's, uh,
plenty of rats, is there Mr. Harris?

[ H ] You can say that.
You can say...

[ H ] You know here we are
sitting down quiet.

[ Laughing ]

[ H ] At any rote, pour me
some more tea, please, Mrs. Bridges.

[ H ] And now don't you go
starting in, young Edward.

[ H ] We're all just one big
happy family in Mickmore Street.

[ H ] Aye, just
one big happy family.

[ H ] Right, William?

[ H ] William?

[ Williams reads "A Little Princess",
page 113 ]

' "I have a friend, Becky.
Someone is my friend."

'It cannot be denied, that as
they sat before the blazing fire

'and et the nourishing,
comfortable food,

'they felt a kind
of rapturous awe

'and looked into each other's eyes
with something like doubt.

' "Do you think," Becky faltered
once, in a whisper,

' "do you think it could
melt away, miss?

' Hadn't we better be quick?"

' And she hastily crammed
her sandwich into her mouth.

'If it were only a dream,
kitchen manners could be overlooked.

[ Emily sighs happily ]

' "No, it won't melt away," said Sara.

' "I'm eating this muffin.
I can taste it."

' "One never really
eats things in dreams."

- ' "One only thinks one's
going to eat them." - [ Uh huh]

- ' "Besides I keep giving myself pinches;"
- [ Emily laughs ]

- ' "and I touched a hot piece of coal just now,
on purpose." - [ Emily laughs ]

To be continued next week.

- You've awful good luck, William.
- Yes, suppose I have.

Being able to do both,
the readin' and the writing.

I can't manage the writing at all,
and it's a terrible disadvantage.

If my daddy could have read, there is
I don't know what he couldn't have done.

What did he do?

Your Pa?

He went and died on us.
That's what he did.

Well, how'd he die?

He died from livin'.
That's how he died.

But my brother Fabian,
he can read now.

He can both read and write.

I have a letter from him,
only last year, in America.

And he wrote he had
the greatest opportunity.

Well, when he was in the
(gradin) on the board,

he met a British English gentleman
who had all his wits about him.

At least he knew
his three R's.

And he taught
them to Fabian.

Oh, so now they're
doing grand.

With an entire business
of their very own.

If my Daddy could have read it
had he but face in the sea mail.

Huh, huh, I can't understand
half of what you say, Emily.

Well, what can't you follow?

Your face in the sea. How can your
Dad be facing the sea if he's dead?

In our village we're always
buried standing up.

Standing up? Why?

But, why else does the grand view?

[ They laugh ]

- Yeah. Here ye are me lads,
and some of your favorite cakes.

- Fact, come on now you two,
you get tuck in.

- My Jack's gonna' be home in
half an hour, you know,

- an he's gonna' be wanting his tea.

- You don't want to by me if
he's leaving his smile at the gate.

I never noticed how
late it was.

But, with William
reading me the story.

- Yeah! Aw, look, your gonna'
let your tea get cold.

- We'll get you
some more hot water.

No, honestly, Mrs. Fellows
there's no need to bother.

We're quite happy.

- Well, that's amazing, ain't it?
I'll get you some more water anyway.

- You never know.

Come on now, Emily. We can't
have all that business again.

I can't send all those
blooming cakes across to your

starving relatives.
It's you I'm taking our to tea.

Oh, I should have said,
we are the lucky ones.

Lucky? What's lucky?

I do my job well.
I please Mrs. Van Groeben.

She likes the way I look.

Where's the luck in that?

The luck is it was you
she took from the orphanage.

The bad luck would
have been if she had not.

And the luck it was
that I got this job.

Was it yourself (touch
out of Eaton)?

No, the orphanage.

My own Jo, she's teached
me lots of other things.

Things she thinks
I ought to know.

How to get on.
How to behave.

She's a proper lady.

- They say she thinks
the world of you.

I do my job.
She says I'll go on.

She's a good mistress.

Go on, Em, have a cake.

I'll have a cake if you'll
read me again.

The last book of the story.

- All right.
- The place where she pinches herself

to understand that it's real.

- That it won't melt away.

[ William reads on with sounds
of carriages outside ]

- Oh, but I mean the trouble with servants is
they don't know their own minds.

- I've tried to suggest things.
- I'm sure they're duly grateful.

- I mean I said to my maid,
Smith, the other day

- "What do you actually do
on our day off?"

- And do you know what she told me?
What she does?

She told me she sleeps
the whole day!

I said, don't just sleep you life away,
Smith, do something constructive.

Read. Think.

Oh, she says, I've tried
that, madame, it was no good.

I couldn't think of anything
to think about.

- I mean to say...

She means to say,
she means to say, what?

I was led to believe
that this committee was called

to give these girls some outlet

rather than turn them
into third rate philosophers.

Lady Templeton, our aim today
is simply to finalize the arrangements

for the servant's outing.

It seems to me a month tomorrow
would be the best date.

The weather should
be fine by then,

and we won't clash
with Ascot week.

Is that generally agreeable?

Then, Prudence, you can finalize
the arrangements with the vicar

as to the use of the church hall.

Splendid. Oh, it'll do them all
a world of good.

If it's of any interest
I intend to hold a masked ball

during the season
in aid of our worthy cause.

The theme will be
Versailles before the revolution.

I do hope you will all accept
my invitation to take tickets.

Tickets for the guillotine.

That's a splendid idea,
Mrs. Van Groeben. How clever you are.

- Oh, thank you, Lady Prudence.

Don't you agree, Marjorie.

- Aren't we going to
have any tea today?

Yes, at four o'clock.

I shall have to give a ball this year,
too, for my worthy cause.

- What's that, Lady Prudence.
- My daughter, Agatha.

- Shall we be expected
to take tickets for that, too?

You're not going to sell Agatha
in a raffle, are you?

Maybe one's last resort.

I do hope that we're not going
to lose sight of our original objective.

Namely the welfare of these girls.

Well, they can all come along
to Mrs. Van, uh,

Mrs., uh, pre-revolution ball.

After all someone will
have to clean up the mess.

All those decapitated trunks.

You sound as though you
disapprove of my idea,

- Lady Templeton.
- I do.

It might give
the servants ideas.

Marjorie, do ring for tea.
I've made myself feel quite ill

[ In a park near
a train line ]

Emily.

Emily.

That's hardly a name
for an Irish girl.

- It isn't my name, Fitzroy.
- Well, you're called Emily.

Oh, I know, but
my real name's Eving.

But, over here it's hard
to get your tones rounded.

Evan.

[ Laughing ]: No.

Eving.

She was a queen, you know.
Queen of Carrabia.

My dada told me she
appeared to King Brian

the night before the great battle,
the Battle of Glen Tara.

And didn't she tell him
the outcome of it all.

- Well, I haven't heard of
a king called Brian.

She told him that
he would win the battle

but lose his own life.

She was a spirit of sorrow.

- Was he an Irish king?
- He was.

Hmm. Didn't I like
kings in Ireland?

Ah, William, I'm sure
you have your thing.

You never even knew
you were to meet me.

Meet you?

But it was destined.
Preordained.

Oh, I was always
certain of meetin' you.

I saw you that day
in the kitchen

and I knew I knew you.

You're are more to me
than my love with you.

You're my need.
My very self.

- Look, Emily, I'm....
- Now, William.

Everything I do,
I do for you.

Everything I have to do in the house,
I imagine I do it for you.

Each floor that I scrub
and fire that I lay

and spoon that I polish is yours.

Oh, I have the imagine
now-a-day.

If it wasn't for Mrs. Van Groeben
I'd run off with you tomorrow.

(As she) where would
we want to.

The world is full of wrong people.

Maybe you could get another job.

You can read and write
and you're strong.

If she even knew
I was going out with you, Em.

Do you love me, William?

You know I do.

I think you're the prettiest
girl I've ever seen

But, do you have
a passion for me?

Or do you just think
I'm the prettiest girl

- you've ever seen?
- Yes.

I love you, Emily.

I have a passion, William,
oh, a passion for you.

And I never thought
I would ever know anything

as fine as this passion
I have for you.

There was nothing in my life
before you, William,

really nothing.

I know it hurts me
because it's so fierce.

We'll be all right, Em.

I'll look after you.

How?
How will you do it?

I (want) going to you , William.
Sure, there's no place for us.

You're a sad little
thing sometimes, Emily.

Well, wouldn't you be?

I've nothing in this world..
but you.

Mom is dying.
Fabian is in America.

My other brother died when
he got killed in the Boer War.

And my dad is dead
this two years now.

So there's precious little
to be left in this late.

Come on now, Emily.
This is our day off,

we should be having fun!

But, what'll I do if she
finds out?

What'll I do if she
takes you away from me?

I'd never let her
do that, Em, never!

Can I put my arm
around you?

Can I comfort you?

You mustn?t get so upset.

Oh, William.

Can I kiss you?

Let me kiss you, please Emily.

Oh, we shouldn't.

I want to kiss you, Emily.

Oh, no...No we shouldn't
do it. It's wrong.

Well, if I've got
such a passion for you.

[ Policeman ]: Well, now!
Isn't that lovely!

- Run in, you two.
Move along there.

- Way past your bedtime.

- Park's closing in three minutes.

- Move along.

[ Emily sings ]

# And every word she dropped a tear #

# And every line cried, "Willie dear!" #

# Oh what a foolish girl was I #

# To be lead astray by a butcher boy. #

I mean, William, you're only a boy.
You're still very young.

Now, I'm not angry with you,
so don't be afraid.

- No, Mrs. Van Groeben.

What I have to tell you
is for your own good.

We have a saying
in our country,

that the first
seedling of spring

does not always lead
to the best tree. You see?

I mean these things seem terribly
important at the time, William,

but most of them don't
even grow into saplings.

There are far more important
things at the moment.

[ Angrily ] Much more important
things than a kiss and a cuddle

with some little scullery maid.

[ Sweetly ] I mean, William,
you're really going to be someone.

You really want to be
someone, don't you?

And people who are going
to be really someone

don't have to meddle with
little scullery maids, now, do they?

Come over here a minute, now.
Come closer.

Umm, that uniform of yours
looks quite warm.

Yes, madame.

Yes, the sleeves, the cuffs
they're quite frayed.

[ Cheerfully ] I think...
a brand new uniform

would be the order of the day.

And as you're such a smart boy,
we'll have one made specially for you.

- Thank you, madame.

You can help me choose
the materials and the color.

Wouldn't that be nice?

- Very nice, madame.

And now that Harris
is getting on a bit,

and he can't do as much
as he'd like to do,

I think the person who's
going to help him out more

and take on more responsibility
should have a really nice, new uniform.

Don't you, William?

- If you think so, madame.

Now, where were we?

Oh, yes, that other business.

No, no, I don't think there's
any need to talk about that

anymore, is there?

I mean...it doesn't really amount
to anything, now does it?

No, nothing, madame.

It's only a bit of fun.

[ Door opens ]

- Emily is here, my lady.

Well, send her in,
will you, Hudson?

- Very good, my lady.

Hello, Emily.

Well, come over here.
I want to talk to you.

Emily, I understand that
you have become friendly

with a member of
Mrs. Van Groeben?s staff.

A footman, William.

It's only fair to tell you,
that Mrs. Van Groeben

has forbidden William to see you.
[ Sound of horse's hooves ]

- And I'm afraid you must
respect her wishes and not

try to see him anymore.

[ Sound of horse's hooves ]
- And that'll be all.

- You can go now.

[ Sound of horse's hooves
fading away ]

Emily, it's not usual for me
to concern myself in matters

such as this.
But you must understand

Mrs. Van Groeben will dismiss
William if he continues to see you.

- A boy like that with no references
will find things very difficult.

- Well, you're both so young.
Your whole lives are ahead of you.

[ Tearfully ]
Yes, my lady.

It will pass, Emily.
This hurt you're feeling now.

Truly it will.

- You'll learn to put it
out of you mind,

- and when you marry it'll be
to someone you respect

- and who'll be your companion.

A passion spends itself
very quickly.

Believe me.

You're very young.

You've all your life
ahead of you.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Emily ]: Nothing will
ever be the same.

- Well, what d'you want
me to write, Emily?

Whatever you've got,
I can never take any measures.

I have no mind for
the regular world, Rose.

Poor...William.

- Dear William.

- Has to be "Dear William"
in a letter.

'Dear William...

'They're last without...'

Oh, I can't think 'cause
of nothing in my head.

[ Rose sighs ]

- 'Dear William, we have been
forbidden to see each other.

'But I still love you
and think of you every day.'

How about that?
That's a good start.

- 'If you love me...'
- No, Rose...

Just write these words.

'You are all that's left
on the slate.

'Think of me.
Eving.'

- What's that?
Fickle name?

- How d'you spell it?

I don't know.

You'd better put Emily, so....

I just want to know he's near.

# She went upstairs to go to bed
And calling to her mama said: #

# "Give me a chair till I sit down.
And a pen and ink while I write down." #

- He won't turn up now,
you know.

- They never do.

- They're all the same,
every man-Jack of 'em. Huh.

- And you think your William
is gonna be any different.

- [ Scolding ] Oh, no, girl,
don't wipe 'round the legs.

- Move the things proper.

- I don't know.
You're work seems be gettin'

- worse and worse everyday.

- Not, there was ever much
to write home about.

- Now, you've missed a bit there
by the table leg.

- A bit of grease.

- [ Loud ] There!
Right under your nose!

- Oh, dear.

Mrs. Fellows was telling me one or two
things about young master Williams.

Huh.

Proper little household (pettigue).

it seems.

Huh, huh, (man's that's for sure).

Mrs. Van Groeben,
she buys all his clothes,

and dresses him up
all by herself. Huh.

Unhealthy, I calls it. Unhealthy.
[ Sound of horse's hooves ]

Oh, get on with
your scrubbing, Emily.

Just look at all that
washing up to do.

[ Sound of horse's hooves ]

- No none sight of
your fancy boy? Oh

- They're all the same,
every man-Jack of them.

- They're only wanting one thing.

- They're wanting (a countle) of you.

- That's what they're
wanting to do.

- But. you wasn't going to be
like that, was you, Emily?

- You was going to get married
and live happily ever after.

But, where was you
going to go, Emily?

Employers don't like it,
you know, when their servants

want to get married.

And with no references?

Who's going to take a girl
who can't do nothing right?

Nothing!

- There's a girl here
not long back,

- rushed off to get married,
and they was so poor...

- Are you listening to me, Emily!

- They was so poor...
she had to sell her hair.

Yes. That's right.
The very hair on her head.

And how much to you
think she got for it?

Eight shillings and sixpence!

Eight shillings and sixpence
for a lovelier the golden hair.

- What.

- You wouldn't do a foolish thing
like that, now would you, Emily?

I mean to say,
he's not worth it.

And from all I can hear
from Mr. Harris...

That boy is more interested in what
Mrs. Van Groeben has to offer.

[ Emily runs sobbing ]

- [ Shouting ]
Emily!

Here, Emily,
what's the matter with you?

[ Sobbing ] Nothing.
Nothing wrong, nothing.

Have you been getting
at her again, Mrs. Bridges?

I was only telling her
a few facts of life...

[ Emily crying ] Leave me be,
that's all. Leave me be.

Emily.
Emily, child, I'm sorry...

[ Emily crying ]
Leave me be.

- You still hurt, (my feelings)?

I only wanted to help.

I only wanted to help her.

- I'm sure.

[ Sound of horse's hooves,
Emily sobs ]

- (Nothing, you see.)

- Well, cheer up. You might even
see him at the picnic tomorrow!

Rose, it is.

It is, Rose.
It's the coach.

He's on it!
William

Oh, William.

Oh. Would you look at his
colors in new uniform.

- Here, don't make him catch
his cold for you now, you girl.

[ Mr. Harris ]: Bring it in here, lad.

[ Edward ]: Ah, what's all this then.
It's not my birthday.

[ H ] Something for
the outing tomorrow.

[ E ] Oh, good.

[ H ] Come here.
Put it down here.

[ Confusion ]

[ H ] Mrs. Van Groeben
had it made up special.

[ Chattering ]

[ William ] We've got to
take the hamper back.

[ W ] I'll take it up.

[ Indistinct talk ]

No point in us
to (know) there, lass.

- But, (to reach the), why...
- No point at all.

- Aw, Mr. Harris, please, sir.

- He's got a lot of
big responsibilities, lass.

- He's taking a lot on himself.

If you'll pardon me, sir.

I do want to speak
to him awful bad.

- Ah, now, listen
to me, child.

- [ Big sigh ] Ah, he's...
he's no time anymore.

- No time at all.

- Uh, he said, he hadn't even
got time to read this.

- So, under circumstances,
he reckoned it be fair

- for thee have it back.

It's my letter.

'Tis unopened.

- Aw, he's big responsibilities, lass.
He's not given time.

- Ah, now, think on tomorrow.

- You'll have a grand day tomorrow.
Think on that, do you.

I haven't.

# And every word she dropped a tear
And every line cried, "Willie dear!" #

# Oh what a foolish girl was I
To be lead astray by a butcher boy. #

[ Sobbing ]

Now, listen, if I use this ribbons.

And there's a couple of
flowers over here,

put them on my hat.
You won't know the difference

between me and Lady Scott.
What d'you think, Mrs. Bridges?

- Oh, it'll suit you
a treat, Rose.

- You'll be the belle
of the picnic, all right.

Why don't you change
your mind and come, Mrs. Bridges?

- Naoo, I'm too old to go
larking about you'uns.

- 'Sides, I've got a lot of work to do
clearing up after Emily.

- Aw, go on, Mrs. B.
you come along, too.

- You'd have a topping time.

- I've no doubt you'll
enjoy yourself, Edward.

- You, with all them females.
- [ Laughing ]

Aw, Edward's gonna have a bit
of competition this time.

Cause there's Taylor, the pantry
boy from Lady Templeton's,

and Henry, from Lady Prudent,
in so what I can tall you...

- Go on, then.
I will go.

- I might even fancy a headdress.

- All I need is a squire, you can
never know the difference.

Oh, you, Edward!

Give me back my hat!

- You come and get it.

You little...
Please, Edward.

- Now, then, give it back.
Please, give it back.

Shhh.
My name's Rose.

- You take my only bottle.

[ Closes door ]

Thinking about tomorrow, eh, Em?

Ha. Well, here you then.

You wear that. You'll
look even lovelier in that.

Well, you gotta look
your best, you know.

It's a big affair
that goes like.

[ Giggles. Opens door ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Emily sobs ]

[ Heartrending sobs ]

[ Partying on the picnic omnibus ]

[ H ] Take that out to the
omnibus, Edward, and look sharp.

[ H ] Time we were off.

[ R ] Emily's taking your place
in front of the trunks.

[ E ] Emily!
She's not on the bus yet.

[ R ] Well, where is she then?

[ H ] Aw, go and find her quickly, Rose.

[ R ] Yes, Mr. Hudson.

[ Sounds of singing
in the omnibus. ]

Oh, I better go out to the bus
and pacify them.

We could not have
planned it better.

God has certainly
smiled on us

to give us such
a perfect day.

- They sound so happy
and excited.

- Like children going
to the seaside.

I'm only afraid they'll
enjoy it too much.

My constitution couldn't
stand a regular nature raffle.

Won't it be fun
to see their faces

when we serve them tea.

I suppose it'll do us all
a bit of good, don't you think?

Hudson will let us know
when they're ready to leave.

Emily.

[ Opens door ]

[ Gasp ]

Emily.

Oh, my God, Emily.

[ Indistinct chattering ]

[ Singing on the omnibus ]

[ Noisy celebrations ]

- Edward, Edward.

- We can't go.
Something's happened to Emily.

- Come on.

[ Indistinct chattering ]

What a time it takes
to get a handful of

servants to stick the hampers
into an omnnibus.

Anyone would think they were
packing for the North Pole.

- I'm sure they'll be
ready to leave soon.

Charmed at last.

May I speak to you
privately, my lady?

- Yes, Hudson.
Will you excuse me.

- Ugha, I expect they've
dropped all of the lemonade

all over the pavement.
The silly creatures.

[ Singing from the omnibus ]

- I think perhaps you'd better
go on with the picnic without us.

What has happened?

A kitchen maid just...
she's had an accident.

- What a shame.

Hudson's gone out to
explain to the other servants.

I'm so sorry.

[ Omnibus departs ]

Excuse me, Mr. Hudson.

What was it you
started to say, Mr. Hudson?

What's gonna happen to her?

- Up you end, Mr. Rhome.

- Down you end Mr......

- No disrespect intended, miss.

It's all been taken care of.

- All right, Mr. Lowe.

- Take it easy, Mr. Lowe.

- Easy now.

- Steady on.

- Right.

- Mr. Hudson, I wonder would you mind
takin' a peek out of that window?

- See wither or not
our van has returned.

- If you would be so kind.

- Be so kind.
Eh.

- [ Clears throat ]

I'm afraid not.

- Oh dear. Would there
be any objection if we

- was to wait in there
for a bit?

- Too dumb to be
seen on the street.

- You know, under such delicate
circumstances. - Quite.

[Whispering ]
Uh, please, this way.

- Thank you.
- Right-o.

- To you, Mr. Hudd,
then sit steady, now.

- In here, Alf.
Shhh.

- [ Whisper ] That's right.

- Oh, yes. Just
bring her on the table.

- Here.

- Here we go, now.

- Yeow!

- All right.

[ Chair scraping floor ]

- Ah.

[ H ] Would you care for
a cup of tea while you're waiting?

Most kind.
- Most kind.

[ H ] Rose.

- [ Sobbing heard ]

[ Mrs. Bridges sobbing ]

[ MB ] Poor child.

[ MB ] And me with never
a kind word for her.

[ R ] Don't take on so,
Mrs. Bridges.

[ R ] She thought the
world of you.

[ MB ] Oh, did she? She had
precious little cause to.

[ MB crying ] Oh, God, forgive me!

[ MB ] I could have helped her.

[ MB crying ] Oh, I could
have done something.

[ MB sobbing ]

- Oh, thank ye.

[ MB sobbing ]

- Nice cup 'o tea.

- Really nice.

[ H ] Ah,...she was
carefully clothed.

- In mortal sin, aye?

God will forgive her.

Where will they
bury her?

Not in consecrated
ground, Mr. Hudson.

Oh, of course not.

After the autopsy
at the morgue,

the doctors will decide,
when they've done with her.

Doctors?

- Well, they to think she'll
be benefitting mankind.

Medical research, you see.

They prefers them
young and healthy.

May the Lord have
mercy on her soul.

[ Hudson overcome; sound
of carriage arriving outside ]

[ R ] She had so few things,

[ R ] but they were hers, after all.

# He went upstairs and the door he broke.
He found her hanging from a rope. #

# He took his knife and he cut her down,
And in her pocket, these words he found: #

# "Oh make my grave large, wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head and feet. #

# And in the middle a turtle dove
That the world may know I died from love." #

[ Sound of the
carriage departing ]