Upstairs, Downstairs (1971–1975): Season 3, Episode 11 - A Perfect Stranger - full transcript
While running an ordinary errand, Rose's life takes an extraordinary turn.
Subtitling by
Acorn Media (re-sync by moviesbyrizzo)
It's for my old friend,
Mrs. Beddowes.
Poor old soul.
93 today.
Ah, generous to a fault,
as usual, Mrs. Bridges.
- Here, let me pack it for you.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Hudson.
Well, she took me
under her wing.
She was cook to Lady Templeman,
and I was just starting out.
Her lobster patties
was the talk of Mayfair.
[Chuckles ] And as
for her gooseberry trifle, oh.
To end up forgotten
in a basement room
in Camden Town...
[Chuckles softly]
There ought to be
a law against it.
Ah, there should, indeed,
Mrs. Bridges.
Is Rose taking this 'round
for you?
Yes, I am, Mr. Hudson.
Now, you've got the address,
Rose?
- Mm.
- You mind how you go with it.
I will.
Don't worry, Mrs. B.
Ah, here you are, then, Rose.
Thank you.
- Are you going my way, Rose?
- Where you going?
I'm going to see Daisy
in hospital,
see what she looks like
with her adenoids out.
Same as with them in,
I should think.
I know, Rose.
That was a joke.
Oh.
What you taking them for?
She won't be able to eat
nothing.
Well, what can I take her, then?
Nice, pretty bunch of flowers,
if you want to show her
how much you care.
Don't be rotten, Rose.
CONDUCTOR:
Getting off, then.
Hurry on now.
Hurry on, please.
-[ Bell dings]
ROSE: Here, mind out.
Sorry.
Look what you've done.
I'm surely sorry.
Look at it.
You've ruined it.
Did you, uh --
Did you bake it yourself?
Clumsy.
Yeah, you're -- you're right.
I am.
That's what my mother
used to say.
All right for you to joke.
Someone was expecting this.
Well, it's -- it's not the end
of the world, is it?
I'll buy you a replacement.
You can't, not one like this.
What am I gonna do?
CONDUCTOR:
Fares, please?
Camden Town.
CONDUCTOR:
Thank you.
- Any more fares?
- The same, please.
Camden Town.
CONDUCTOR:
Thank you very much.
What sort was it?
Plum, if you must know.
I want a nice plum cake, please.
With almonds.
With almonds.
It's no use.
It won't be the same.
What's so special about it?
It was baked by an expert.
Oh. You?
Not me, as it happens.
Your mother.
It was baked by a friend of mine
to give to a friend of hers,
who also happens to be
an expert.
She'll know immediately
if it's shop-bought,
-and I'll be in trouble.
- Sorry, no plum.
Nice lemon sponge
or a gingerbread?
- Or some California jumble?
- They sound good.
Not them. They've got wine
in them. She's 93.
Just the ticket for 93.
Buck her up a bit.
No?
Hurry up.
There's others behind.
All right, we'll take
the, uh, the lemon sponge.
Thank you.
-10 pence ha'penny, please.
- Ah, thank you very much.
- Here.
- Thank you.
-[ Cash register dings]
- Best I could do.
Thank you.
Right, well...
- WOMAN: Your change, sir.
Oh, thank you.
That's done. How about
having some tea with me?
What?
- I've got to go, deliver this.
- Well, have some tea first.
Come on.
- Here?
- Yeah, come on.
Have some tea.
Well...
Here we are.
But I don't know who you are.
Oh. Wilmot.
Gregory Wilmot's my name.
What's yours?
Rose. Buck.
Nice bumping into you,
Miss Buck.
♫ Do do do, do do do ♫
♫ Do do do do do do ♫
♫ By the sea, by the sea... ♫
Shouldn't Rose or someone
be doing that?
I enjoy arranging flowers.
Who sent them, anyway?
Nobody sent them.
I bought them.
What, all of them?
Rather extravagant, wasn't it?
It is spring,
in case you hadn't noticed.
Yes, I had noticed,
but there's no need
to keep proving it
quite so relentlessly.
This is
a pointless conversation.
JAMES: Agreed.
Are you coming to change?
[Clock chiming]
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes]
My father ran this farm,
quite small, in Yorkshire.
He went through hard times
with it.
Did you know,
in the last 25 years
till the turn of the century,
1/3 of the labouring population
left the land?
- No.
- That's right.
But my father,
he kept faith with his men.
You see, he believed in
the Labour movement, like I do,
and...
well. . things improve slowly.
Have another scone.
- Yes, I will.
- Go on. Only be wasted.
Tea?
Thank you very much.
Why did you go to Australia?
Dad's idea.
Land of opportunity.
But he'd never come out
and join me there.
So you've come home to see him.
No, no. He died
a couple of months back.
Just fell down in his
own fields, just like that.
It's the way he'd have wanted.
I've just come back
to settle up his affairs.
I got back in a fortnight.
Right, now, you tell me
about yourself, your family.
Nothing to tell.
My father was lodge keeper
to the Earl of Southwold.
That's where I was brought up,
on the estate,
and now I work for his grandson,
Captain James Bellamy,
in Eaton Place.
Oh, yes?
In what capacity?
- Pardon?
GREGORY: what do you do?
Head house parlourmaid.
No point
in pretending different.
No reason why you should.
It's a very respectable job.
Respectable --
That's just about all it is.
And worthwhile, too,
if you're good at it.
And I bet you are.
[Chuckles softly]
Well, you'd have to ask
other people that, wouldn't you?
Here, I've got to go,
deliver the cake.
Oh, yeah. would you like me
to come with you
-to explain the accident?
- Oh, no, no.
- I'm better on me own, really.
- Yeah.
Right.
Well, I'll see your tomorrow,
won't I?
Australia, Rose?
What a strange question.
What prompts it?
Nothing.
I heard an Australian talking
on the tram,
and you're always saying
how we should be curious
and interested in things,
and I don't know
anything about it, that's all.
Australia is
a large, uncomfortable place
with a hot and dusty climate
full of convicts and swindlers
and bad living conditions,
and certainly no place
for a young woman
if you're thinking
of emigrating.
A sheep station --
8,000 herd, about 100 miles
West of Melbourne.
In the bush.
No, it's not too isolated.
There's a town quite near,
and, well, we make our own
company living on the property.
That's my brother Tim
and three of the jackaroos
that help us out.
I've got a brother called Tim.
He went to Canada
to do forestry.
- Well, now, isn't that amazing?
- Yeah.
That is a coincidence.
That must be fate, mustn't it?
- It's you.
- Yeah.
You know, I-l think
you'd go for it out there.
The sheer size and beauty
of the place.
The colours --
delicate, soft, and faded.
Have you ever wanted to travel?
Not a question of wanting,
is it?
Housemaids
don't get the chance.
[ Shivers ]
Cold?
No coldness and damp out there.
Rose.
- Mm?
I've just had a letter from
my old friend, Mrs. Beddowes.
She thanks me very kindly...
for the lemon sponge?
Says why could I not have baked
one myself.
Well, what on earth
does she mean by that?
Oh, I don't know, Mrs. Bridges.
She's probably got muddled
in the head.
They do, don't they,
when they're 93.
The rest of the letter's
sharp enough.
Very sharp, indeed.
Still, I expect you're right.
You coming with us
to Richmond Park tomorrow?
Richmond Park, Mrs. Bridges?
To see the deer.
They're going out, upstairs,
for the day.
So we thought
we'd take a picnic.
No, I can't, not tomorrow.
Oh.
Well, I-I've got to see
some friends,
some friends of my brother's
over from Canada.
Married couple,
got to look after them.
Well, bring them
to Richmond Park.
Make a lovely outing for them.
Yes, that is a good idea,
only they want to see
the Tower of London.
[ "By The Beautiful Sea" plays]
[ Laughs ]
Just do what I'm doing.
Miss Lizzie taught me once.
I'm so clumsy, Rose.
ROSE: Look, if we can't do it
properly, we'll get thrown out.
You really are.
Let's go and sit down.
I've never been
to a place like this before.
Makes two of us.
I don't think
it's quite respectable.
Yeah, I think you're right.
[Song ends, applause]
["Marcheta (A Love Song
Of Old Mexico)" plays]
Ah, tea looks good.
Not as good as Eaton Place.
Ah, Eaton Place, Eaton Place.
Make it sound
like Buckingham Palace.
Oh, I don't suppose
it's much different.
Mr. Hudson wouldn't think so,
anyhow.
Your Mr. Hudson,
he sounds a bit of a...
a bit of a wowser to me.
"Wowser"?
It's an Australian word
for Puritan...
killjoy, non-drinker.
Well, no, he isn't.
That's not fair.
He has to be a bit strict,
but he's got a sense of humour.
And he has a drink sometimes.
I bet you have a drink
sometimes.
Oh, you know,
after a hard day's work,
I do like a few beers but...
I don't drink to excess, Rose,
not like some.
I don't mind a man who drinks
in moderation.
It's funny.
This time in 10 days,
all this...
will be a memory.
10 days?
I'll be sailing out of Tilbury
to the open sea.
Won't see you again.
GREGORY:
Why not come with me?
Oh, yes.
GREGORY:
I'm serious, Rose.
Where's your spirit
of adventure?
I get quite a lot of adventure
in my life.
You'd be surprised.
Mr. Hudson, Mrs. Bridges,
and what's-His-Name?
Edward.
And they're not all stick in
the muds like you seem to think.
I never said they were, Rose.
I wouldn't judge anybody
before I'd met 'em.
- Let's go and meet 'em now.
-[ Chuckling ] what?
I want to see
this famous house of yours.
We can't.
We can't.
We've hardly started our tea.
What's the matter?
You ashamed of me?
[ Hoofbeats ]
[ Door closes]
GREGORY:
Are they here?
ROSE:
Ah, just remembered --
They've all gone on an outing
to Richmond Park.
Ruby.
Ruby!
Ruby, wake up, girl.
What you doing here?
Mrs. Bridges said I was
to stop in and --
and mind place
whilst they were out.
You don't have to mind the place
now. I'm back.
- Go on. You go out for a walk.
RUBY: Yes, Rose.
Don't look well.
This gentleman's
just come to see Mr. Hudson.
But Mr. Hudson's gone out
with Mrs. Bridges.
You're going out, too,
for a nice walk on your own.
Bye, Ruby.
She's a kitchen maid --
a bit simple.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Mm, no, no.
[ Chuckles ]
Can I sit down?
Yes, of course.
Aren't you gonna...
Somebody might come in.
Well, thought they were all
conveniently in Richmond Park.
Conveniently?
[ Chuckles ]
You don't want me to meet them,
do you? Your family?
[ Scoffs ]
I don't care if you meet them.
Your idea coming back here.
I wanted to stay
at the thé dansant.
I was really enjoying it.
Aren't you enjoying it now?
Alone with me.
Now, this, uh...
This could almost be my house.
Not much difference.
Except you -- you get more
sunlight through the window.
And I-l made my own furniture.
I meant it, Rose,
when I said, "Come with me."
How about it, eh?
Ridiculous.
GREGORY:
I don't see why.
I'm not such a bad fellow.
I'm 35 years old.
I'm doing quite well for myself.
I'd look after you.
Don't be daft.
It's not that I'm worried about.
What, then?
Why me?
Why pick on me when
you could do so much better?
Better?
I don't think I could.
I'm a house parlourmaid.
Just about the best
qualifications I can think of
for...
for a wife.
A wife.
We -- We don't have to get
married right away.
You --
You can just come out there,
look around
before you make up your mind.
I'll pay your fare back
if you don't like it.
I'll buy you
a return boat ticket.
- What do you say?
- Oh.
You're not frightened of me,
are you?
Well, 'course I'm not.
Why should I be?
Well there's no reason to be
because I-l wouldn't --
I wouldn't do anything to upset
you, against your will.
Not until after we were married,
anyway.
- You would before?
- You know what I mean.
Don't know
what Mr. Hudson would say.
Ah, the heck with Mr. Hudson.
I'm sorry, Rose, but...
well, you can make up
your own mind, can't you?
Look, you don't know
what you're doing to me.
I've never been like this
before, not with anyone.
Please, don't make fun of me.
I wouldn't do that, Rose.
I swear it.
I've never been more serious
in my life.
Do --
Do you think I'd take the chance
of making you unhappy?
Do you think I'd lumber myself
with an English girl
out there in the wilds...
No, no, it's -- it's --
it's not wild.
But do you think I would?
Unless I was absolutely certain
we could make a go of it?
Now, I was certain the moment
I saw you on that tram.
Oh, I can't help thinking you
want an housekeeper, not a wife.
Someone to cook, sew,
and scrub the floors
for you and your friends.
"Pick up some housemaid,"
they probably said.
How can you think that?
Rose, look at me.
How can you think that?
'Cause you haven't mentioned
the word "love" yet.
This may sound stupid,
but I always thought that
if this ever happened to me --
and I never thought it would --
I'd hear the word "love."
GREGORY: [Chuckles]
Well, of course I love you.
Wouldn't be asking if I didn't.
All right to say it now.
I love you.
I do love you.
And I...
And I've never said it to
anybody ever before in my life.
Well, is that better?
Oh, I can't dress things up
in fancy words.
You use fancy words
when you talk about Australia.
When you talk about Australia,
you sound like a poet.
Yeah, well, that's different.
Can't answer back.
But now I've done my bit.
Now it's your turn.
You say that word to me,
if you feel you can,
because nobody's ever said it
to me before, either.
I'm very fond of you, Gregory.
[ Sighs ]
You don't love me.
Oh, I don't really know you.
[Sighs]
You --
You always
have to make things so --
so difficult for yourselves,
you women.
I mean, all I see is you and me
and fate
bringing us together
on some London tram
and both of us knowing,
really, right away.
It's so simple.
Simple?
What's simple about it?
I've only known you four days,
and you're asking me
to uproot myself,
leave the life I know,
all my friends,
to travel thousands of miles
away to a foreign country
full of convicts and swindlers
and -- and bad living --
Now, don't rush.
Take your time.
But I shall have to know soon
if I'm going to get
your passage booked.
All right?
Yeah.
A man in here yesterday
while we was out?
Yes, uh, said he wanted to see
Mr. Hudson.
Did he leave his name
or state his business?
No. Said he'd call back.
Said it wasn't important.
Ha!
That's not what Ruby told me.
Yes, well, it's none
of her business, is it?
I've told you all I know.
I don't think you have, Rose.
Oh, all right.
He was a friend of mine.
A friend of yours.
And you told me you was
going to the Tower of London
with a married couple,
friends of your brother's.
Now, that's not very truthful,
Rose.
Oh, just a casual acquaintance.
Nothing wrong, is there?
An acquaintance,
whom you brought back here
when the rest of the house
was deserted,
when you knew
it would be deserted.
You know my opinion of that,
Rose.
If it had been an old friend,
it would have been
a different matter,
but just a casual acquaintance.
Since you're all being
so flamin' nosy,
he wasn't
just a casual acquaintance.
- He's...
- What, Rose?
He's my fiancé,
if you must know.
Your what?
My fiancé, Mr. Hudson.
[ Chuckles ]
Come off it, Rose.
Pull the other one.
Are you engaged to be married?
What's wrong?
I've as much right as anyone.
Well, why didn't you tell us,
Rose?
Well, I was going to,
but he only asked me yesterday,
and I haven't
quite made up me mind.
I'm still thinking it over.
I was waiting
till it was official.
Well, don't say
you're all pleased for me.
Well, naturally,
we're pleased, Rose.
Congratulations.
But you can't expect us
to be overjoyed
till we know a wee bit more
about him.
Quite right, Mr. Hudson.
Well, who is he, Rose, and
why have you kept him so quiet?
His name's Gregory Wilmot.
He's 35 years old,
and he's a sheep farmer.
A sheep farmer.
Well, that's
a respectable enough occupation.
- Whereabouts does he farm, Rose?
Australia.
EDWARD: Hey!
You're never tellin' us you're
gonna live in Australia, Rose.
Don't know. I haven't made me
mind up yet. Like I told you.
That's why she was asking me
about Australia the other day.
How long have you known him,
Rose,
and where did you meet him?
I've known him...quite a while,
and I met him...out.
HUDSON:
Out? where?
Did he pick you up, Rose?
No, he didn't.
He fell on me, if you must know.
- He fell on you, Rose?
- Mm, in a tram.
Got pushed against me.
And you just got talking,
just like that?
He apologized,
like a proper gentleman.
That's how we got talking.
Look, if you met him,
you wouldn't be so suspicious.
We'd like to meet him, Rose.
We'd like to meet him very much.
Yes.
You bring him to tea, Rose.
Yeah, let's have a look at him,
Rose.
After all, Ruby's only had
the honour so far.
He's not a performing seal.
No, he's a performing kangaroo
if he comes from Australia.
- Edward, that is not very funny.
- No, Mr. Hudson.
Bring him to tea tomorrow, Rose.
GREGORY:
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hudson.
Mrs. Bridges.
- Mrs. Bridges.
Pleased to meet you.
- Edward.
- How do you do?
Ruby.
- Oh, yes, I have met Ruby.
Gregory Wilmot.
Well, it's a -- it's a great
pleasure to meet you all.
Mind you,
I feel I know you already
from what Rose has told me.
We've heard something
about you, too, Mr. Wilmot.
Won't you take a seat?
I will.
Thank you.
Oh, uh,
here's a small present for you.
Don't you drink whiskey?
ROSE: Yes, of course we do,
Gregory. Thank you.
Most useful.
- Thank you.
- MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, no.
Don't you sit there, Gregory.
You sit in the middle
between me and Rose.
You don't mind
if I call you "Gregory"?
No.
Thank you.
Ruby, fetch the pot.
Please.
Uh, Rose says you're
a sheep farmer in Australia.
Yeah, yeah.
That's right.
Very interesting work,
I should imagine.
What do you do, exactly?
Well, we buy the sheep up in
Queensland because it's cheaper.
Then we bring 'em down
to the station,
we shear 'em, fatten 'em up,
sell 'em.
They should end up
in your kitchen, Mrs. Bridges.
Oh, yes. we had
some Australian lamb last week.
Very tender it was, too.
[Chuckles softly]
Is it a large concern,
Mr. Wilmot?
Oh, yes. Gregory's got
8,000 head of sheep.
It's growing fast.
By the end of the year,
I hope to have another thousand.
I believe it's hard to find
satisfactory labour.
Yeah, I've heard
they're all convicts
-and tickets-of-leave men.
- Well, they're not.
They're called jackaroos,
and he's got three of them.
And he's got a brother
called Tim, Mr. Hudson.
Isn't that
an amazing coincidence?
Amazing.
It's a great exaggeration,
all this about convicts.
I mean, I've got as loyal
a bunch of fellas working for me
as you could ever hope for.
If Rose did come out with you,
Gregory,
she would live
in a proper house?
It certainly wouldn't be
a basement, Mrs. Bridges.
No, it's like this room here,
only the sun comes in,
and Gregory makes
his own furniture.
- Don't you?
- That's right.
HUDSON:
ls there a church nearby?
Church?
A Protestant church.
Rose attends church regularly.
It's an important part
of her life,
as no doubt she's told you.
Yes.
Well, there's a church
in the town, I think.
Yes, I'm -- I'm sure there is.
There's no need to worry
about Rose, Mr. Hudson,
if she does decide
to come out there.
The greatest difference she'll
find is that there's no class...
consciousness.
She'll be treated like an equal
at last.
An equal to what, may I ask?
Uh, do you take milk and sugar,
Gregory?
Ah, yes, both.
Thank you.
She won't be a house parlourmaid
at everybody's beck and call
all the time.
Oh, but, uh,
that's what she's used to.
That's the only thing
she knows how to do.
I don't believe that,
Mrs. Bridges.
Won't she be at your beck
and call, as your wife, I mean?
She'll be free.
That's what I mean, Edward.
Free woman.
Well, she's -- she's free now.
Free as is good for her.
I mean no disrespect to you,
Mrs. Bridges,
or to you, Mr. Hudson, but it's
the system you live under --
the -- oh, the whole outmoded
class structure of this country.
You're a Socialist, then.
I am.
Only in Australia
'cause Labour's in power, innit?
It is, I'm pleased to say.
He wouldn't vote Labour
in England.
Oh, yes, I would.
Being out of this country
for so long, Mr. Wilmot,
I don't think you quite realize
what's happening here.
If the working classes
are allowed
to organize themselves
into powerful trade unions,
they begin to disrupt the nation
with strikes.
- Why, in this past year --
- They only want better
living conditions, man,
a decent wage
for their wives and families.
You're a working man.
You may be comfortable enough
here in Eaton place,
but you've just got to think
of your fellow workers outside,
in the cold.
Well, I don't think we should
talk about politics anymore.
We'll all have a nice piece
of chocolate cake.
Edward...
ELIZABETH: I think you've got
a point there, Mr. Wilmot.
I've never seen it that way
before.
Naturally, everyone's entitled
to his own view, Edward.
When are you returning
to Australia, Mr. Wilmot?
Friday.
- Not this very next Friday?
- Thank you.
EDWARD:
Are you going with him, Rose?
She'd make me the happiest man
in the world if she did.
EDWARD: Go on.
I mean, I'd go if I were you.
HUDSON: Take great care
before you answer, Rose.
It's a decision that will affect
your whole life.
MRS. BRIDGES:
We'd all miss you.
You know that, Rose,
but if you really feel --
HUDSON: There's just
a small matter of your status.
You would not be married
out there, I take it.
GREGORY: No.
The idea is Rose should come out
there and see if she likes it.
I am buying her
a return boat ticket.
EDWARD: [Chuckles] I'll
have it if you don't want it.
HUDSON:
Quiet, Edward.
I'm going.
GREGORY: [Gasps]
I didn't meant to force you
to decide in public.
No, it's all right, Gregory.
I've made me mind up.
I'm going with you.
EDWARD: Good for you, Rose!
Good luck to you!
It so happens I have in my --
in my pocket something --
something
to seal the bargain with.
Oh, Gregory.
Oh!
Oh. Oh, Gregory.
Look.
Look, Ruby, Edward,
Mrs. Bridges.
[Laughing]
Oh, Rose!
I never thought...
I never thought...
Neither did I,
to tell the truth.
Shall -- Shall we, uh...
o-open the whiskey
in celebration?
It's a wee bit early
for whiskey, Mr. Wilmot.
Just this once, Mr. Hudson,
for Rose's sake.
Well, just a suggestion for me.
- And for you, Edward.
RUBY: Lovely.
None at all for you, Ruby.
Whiskey and chocolate cake --
Does that go well together?
A very excellent chocolate cake,
too, Mrs. Bridges.
[ Chuckles ]
GREGORY: Almost -- Almost
as good as your plum cake.
Well, what do you know
of my plum cake?
I was telling Gregory
all about your plum cake.
- After I sat on it.
- Sat on it?
Hasn't Rose told you
of how we met?
It's a very funny story.
Well you fell on her,
we heard it, in a tram?
That's right,
and squashed the cake flat.
I, uh, hope your old friend
didn't mind the replacement
too much, Mrs. Bridges.
My old friend?
Do you mean Mrs. Beddowes?
But that
was only last Saturday, Rose.
You mean you've only known
Mr. Wilmot for six days?
Oh, Mr. Hudson, I clean forgot.
I promised to take Gregory up
to meet Mrs. Bellamy.
But we won't be
more than a minute, you'll see.
HAZEL:
It's beautiful, Rose.
It's quite beautiful.
Oh, I'm so pleased for you both.
It's marvellous news.
Thank you, Mrs. Bellamy.
I can't imagine this house
without you.
I suppose I must formally accept
your notice, mustn't I?
Oh, I'm sorry, madam.
I ought to have mentioned.
It's all right.
And you do have a lot
to think about.
Now, if there's --
if there's any help you need,
over packing or anything, you
will let me know, won't you?
Thank you, madam.
Thank you.
How long does it take
to get there, now?
GREGORY:
50 days out of Tilbury.
HAZEL:
Cape of Good Hope.
GREGORY: That's right --
Las Palmas, Cape Town,
Adelaide, Melbourne.
HAZEL:
I do envy you.
I love travelling by sea.
Have you ever been to Australia,
Mrs. Bellamy?
No.
My husband
has promised to take me.
Well, you must come and visit us
when you do.
I will, most definitely.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mrs. Bellamy.
Goodbye.
You couldn't have made
a better choice than Rose.
I know that.
Hello.
What's this?
This is Mr. Wilmot.
Rose. Rose,
order strong, black coffee.
Mr. Wilmot is Rose's fiancé.
Rose...
Rose's fiancé.
May I introduce my husband?
- Captain James Bellamy.
- How do you do?
I thought you must be
a friend of my wife's.
No.
- Thank you, Mrs. Bellamy.
- Goodbye.
Show you back to your hotel.
Rose --
What about my coffee?
You'll just have to ring
for Edward, won't you?
Oh.
Well, we survived it.
Mrs. Bellamy approved.
As for you and Mr. Hudson...
Yeah.
Well, he is a bit of a wowser,
though, isn't he?
That's just 'cause you bring out
the worst in him.
I want you to meet
a couple of my friends.
Oh, I'd like to.
Schoolmaster from Potters Bar.
It's all right.
Married my first true love.
No hard feelings.
They're my oldest friends.
I'd like you to meet Dorothy.
Can you bear it?
Of course I will bear it.
Then a celebration.
Day before we sail.
Lovely.
Well, he was
very nicely dressed, Mr. Hudson.
And I should think he's
doing very well for himself,
judging by the whiskey.
HUDSON: The whiskey is neither
here nor there, Mrs. Bridges.
My point
is that Rose is in danger
of making a very grave mistake.
You only say that
'cause he stood up to you
-and said what he believed in.
- Oh, that's nonsense, Rose.
I'd never judge a man
by the beliefs he held.
Let me simply make
this observation.
With the greatest respect
to Rose here,
if he is bona fide
and comfortably off,
why should he pick on Rose?
We know Rose's qualities,
but a young man like that,
oh, surely has the pick of a
more middle-class type of girl.
Well, maybe he feels
a more middle-type class of girl
wouldn't fancy
life on a sheep farm.
That is exactly my point,
Mrs. Bridges,
because life on a sheep farm
in Australia
is not fit for any young woman
and certainly not for someone
of Rose's sheltered experience.
She'll be worn to the bone,
be nothing better than a skivvy.
I'm worn to the bone here.
And I'm not afraid of hard work.
No. That's true. She's never
been afraid of hard work.
Yes, yes.
Well, that may be.
And, anyway, it's all secondary
to my main objection,
which is that you cannot
hope to know someone well enough
in six days.
To give your life to them?
Oh, sheer folly, Rose.
Look, you're not
my bleedin' father, Mr. Hudson!
This is my chance
to make something of my life,
something other than endless
trundling 'round this house
till I'm too old to walk.
And you go and spoil it.
I've waited a long time
for this, Mr. Hudson.
I'd given up hoping,
if you want to know.
But now it's happened.
I love Gregory.
He makes me feel good,
and I trust him.
[Voice breaking ]
And I don't want any advice
or interference from anyone,
not even you.
I'm going, and I'm gonna make
a success of it.
You just watch me!
They, uh,
they reckon it's worth waiting.
-[ Indistinct conversations]
- That's our ship.
MAN: You'll have to take
your turn with everybody else.
Big enough?
Now you're going to sea.
That's what they said
about the Titanic.
No icebergs where we're going.
Do you think you'd survive
in Australia without me?!
You wouldn't last five minutes,
my boy!
This one won't be sailing.
Wait!
I'll be back for the refund.
Mr. Wilmot, you're in luck.
Somebody's mother
doesn't want him to leave home.
Here you are, sir.
B deck, midship, sir.
You're there!
It's not quite next to you,
but as near as no matter.
GREGORY: Thank you. It's fine.
- MAN: Just sign here, sir.
That's it.
Dorothy and Hamish Mathews,
my oldest friends.
Meet Rose,
the future Mrs. Wilmot.
- Hello, dear.
- How do you do?
- Hello, Rose.
- How do you do?
[Upbeat music plays]
No, uh...
you sit over there where
we can get a good look at you.
You won't mind us being
inquisitive, but, uh...
we don't know anything
about you --
what you do
or where you come from.
Gregory wouldn't tell us
anything.
Well, it's no secret,
is it, Rosie?
She lives in a large,
imposing house in Eaton Place
with a butler, a cook,
and a footman.
A house fit for royalty.
Royalty's been there, too.
The late King Edward VII
come to dinner.
Oh, yes?
I say.
That's impressive.
All we've ever had is
the town clerk of High Barnet.
[ Laughter, song ends]
What exactly's your place
in this, uh, household, dear?
She's head house parlourmaid.
House parlourmaid?
Did you take the king's coat?
Did he speak to you?
Well, yes, he did,
as a matter of fact. He said...
I hadn't realized
Rose was in service, Gregory.
No reason why you should,
Dorothy.
-'Cause I didn't tell you.
-[ "Bedouin Love Song" plays]
Rose and I are now gonna show
you how to do the tango.
I know how to do the tango,
thank you, Gregory.
Not the way we do it.
I'd really no idea.
Had you?
Now, don't you go
and spoil things for them.
ROSE: So, that's
your childhood sweetheart.
You should have seen her
at sweet 16.
She's put on a bit of weight.
[ Laughter]
You always have a soft spot
for your first love,
the one that got away.
Don't you worry about it,
though.
They're brother and sister,
really.
If they get on so well,
why didn't they get married?
I came along.
[ Chuckles ]
No, it was never that serious,
really.
Gregory's not
a serious sort of person.
Wasn't in those days.
He's serious now, of course.
Responsibilities now.
You'll be all right.
DOROTHY:
[ Laughs ]
-[ Groans ]
- I Just decided...
We're coming to see them off
tomorrow, Hamish.
We're gonna wave them off
from Tilbury.
Wave off the happy couple.
My big baby.
I, uh, I want you to know
how very much
we've all appreciated
your work here, Rose,
and how very fond of you
we've all grown.
And I'd like you to accept
this little gift of...
as a token of our affection.
Thank you very much, sir.
I hope you'll be very happy
in your new life.
I'm told Australia
isn't such a bad place.
At least the weather's good.
ROSE: I just wish Mr. Bellamy
could have been here.
- It's all been such a rush.
- Yes. Yes, I know.
He'd have very much wanted to
say goodbye to you himself,
but, uh, well, I'll just
have to do it for him.
Write and let us know how you're
getting on in your new life,
won't you?
Goodbye, Rose, and good luck.
I'll miss you.
Thank you for everything, madam.
[ Door opens ]
-[ Sniffles ]
- The cab's arrived.
Take her trunk and suitcase up,
Edward.
Mr. Hudson,
I've got a surprise for Rose.
Oh, never mind that, boy.
Quickly now, boy, quickly.
She's still upstairs
with Captain Ja-
Oh, Ruby, it's not
a funeral we're attending.
Stop that snivelling.
[ Crying ]
Oh, now, calm yourself,
Mrs. Bridges.
I never thought I'd live to see
this day, Mr. Hudson. Never.
Now, please, please.
Don't let her see you crying.
If she star--
Oh, there you are, Rose.
Uh, the cab's arrived.
Everything ship-shape, is it?
Yes, I've folded
all the blankets, Mr. Hudson.
Oh, that's all right, my girl.
Daisy's coming out of hospital
tomorrow. She'll see to them.
Oh, don't let her do too much
too soon. She won't be up to it.
Don't you worry about that,
Rose. we'll look after Daisy.
Oh, oh. Before you go,
I-I've got something for you.
Oh, Mr. Hudson.
I had noticed your own one
was wearing a wee bit thin.
It's lovely.
"To Rose
on the occasion of her leaving
and all good wishes in her
future life
from Angus Hudson."
Oh.
Thanks, Mr. Hudson.
I'll treasure it always,
and you'll always be with me.
Well, if it's a comfort to you
in the years to come,
then it's money well spent.
Come on, now. we don't want
the boat to sail without you.
MRS. BRIDGES:
[Voice breaking ] well..
Goodbye, Rose.
- You'll write to us, won't you?
- ROSE: 'Course I will,
and you write to me,
give me all the news.
Oh, we will.
We will.
Oh, I'm snivelling again.
Get along with you.
[ Crying ]
[Violin plays
"Waltzing Matilda" ]
What in heaven's name is that?
Can you hear that, Mr. Hudson?
Rose, it's my goodbye present
for you.
- Your what?
- Well, it's a friend of mine.
Well, not really a friend.
He's a street musician.
You see,
I told him what was happening,
-and he agreed to come and play.
- For nothing?
Yes. well, no,
for a couple of meat pies.
Out of my pantry?
It's a lovely idea, Edward.
Thank you very much.
Bye, Edward.
Bye, Mr. Hudson.
Bye, everybody.
Ruby, Edward, come on, upstairs,
wave her off.
Quickly now, come on.
[ Crying ]
[ Song ends ]
[Violin plays
"Home! Sweet Home!" ]
- Bye-bye.
- HUDSON: Goodbye, my girl.
HUDSON:
Safe journey, my girl.
- Goodbye!
'Bye, Rose!
- Bye!
- Bye!
Bye.
[ Song ends ]
"Gale warnings
in the Bay of Biscay."
Rose won't like that.
There you are.
Mm.
Thank you.
You're not happy at Jardine's,
are you?
Why?
If you wanted to go back
to India...
I've never been.
I might quite like it there.
It might be good for us
in general.
Yes.
Well, I don't know
that I'm ready to leave England
at the moment.
MRS. BRIDGES:
[ Sniffles ]
I think one of the most unusual
qualities that girl had
was her utter devotion
to her duties.
Unusual, I mean,
in young people today.
Aye. And her sense of mischief,
on occasion.
[Church bell tolling]
Good heavens.
Is that the time?
The new girl's coming
for her interview any minute.
EDWARD: I think I'll
always remember her teasing.
[ Chuckles ]
And her generosity
when I was broke.
And her happy smile
in the face of adversity.
Adversity?
There's no adversity
in this house.
No, I mean...
Well, the funny thing
is we won't remember anything
after a bit.
I mean, we'll remember her --
Rose --
and the fact that she existed
but nothing about her.
I suppose that's the way it is,
with people, I mean.
They just fade away.
[Vehicle approaches]
What are you talking about,
Edward?
- Is that a cab I hear?
- I'll go see, Mr. Hudson.
Has the new girl
arrived in a cab?
Ha, I wouldn't be surprised.
I'm never surprised at anything
about young people nowadays.
Come on, Ruby.
Clear this stuff away.
Mr. Hudson, it's Rose.
MRS. BRIDGES: Rose!
Good gracious.
What can have happened?
HUDSON: Oh, it's all right,
my girl. It's all right.
- You're quite safe.
- MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, Rose!
Here, take her bag.
I've got her hat.
MRS. BRIDGES: what happened?
Didn't the boat sail?
Was there a fog?
HUDSON:
Don't crowd her, Edward.
MRS. BRIDGES:
Where's Gregory?
Excuse me, sir.
Uh, madam.
I thought you should know
Rose has returned.
Why?
Has she forgotten something?
Well, what's happened?
Well, it's difficult to know
for certain, madam,
but it seems the gentleman,
her fiancé,
already has a wife...
in Melbourne.
Well, well, well.
How did she stumble on that?
From some friends of his
who came to see them off, sir,
a schoolmaster and his wife
from Potters Bar.
It was hard to get a clear
account of what happened,
but it seems
she had rather a lucky escape.
Yes.
How is she?
Oh, she was overwrought
to begin with, madam,
but she picked up quite quickly
when she realized where she was,
in her old,
familiar surroundings.
She's in her room now, madam.
I see.
Thank you for telling us,
Hudson.
Madam.
Oh, and, madam, I took
the liberty of turning away
the new applicant for the post
of house parlourmaid.
Oh, yes, of course.
[ Door opens ]
JAMES: Poor old Rose.
-[ Door closes]
Trust her to get mixed up
with a scoundrel.
Do you believe it?
[Knock on door]
HAZEL: Rose.
[Knock on door]
Rose, it's Mrs. Bellamy.
May I come in for a minute?
Hudson has told us
what happened.
I am very sorry.
I'm sorry
for all the trouble caused.
I'll give you back your trunk,
madam, of course.
Oh, Rose.
May I sit down?
He had a wife in Melbourne?
These friends who came
to see you off told you so?
Yes.
But he's separated, isn't he?
Perhaps divorced.
Well, she's not living with him
on the farm?
Oh, I don't know about that.
I know one can be wrong
about people, but...
...he seemed so clearly
like a man who'd worked hard
and built something up
for himself
and was looking for a wife
to share it with.
He found what he was looking for
in you.
Yes, but he wasn't honest
with me, was he?
Are you being honest with me?
- Mrs. Bellamy.
Rose.
We are good enough friends
to be frank with each other,
aren't we?
I want to help.
You can't help.
It's all over and done with.
The boat's gone,
and he's gone for good.
Rose...
...he was free, wasn't he?
Why didn't you go with him?
Like I said, he had a wife.
He didn't want me.
[Voice breaking ]
Never did want me.
Just making fun of me.
That's all.
Don't cry, Rose.
Oh, don't cry.
It was awful.
Docks, people pushing.
I-l couldn't get through.
And dirty old boat.
His friends laughing.
Soon as I saw them with him,
I felt I didn't know him.
Wasn't real.
I felt sick.
I had to start running,
back here.
Didn't he follow you
and try and stop you?
I saw him look, reach out...
but people pushed.
His friends pushed him on the
boat, leastways the woman did.
She didn't want me to marry him.
I knew that
first time I met her.
Thought I wasn't good enough.
Of course you were good enough.
He thought so, didn't he?
That's what's important.
What's it got to do
with anyone else?
Mr. Hudson was right.
You can't get to know someone
that quick.
It takes a long time.
Silly, leaving all you know,
all your friends
for a perfect stranger.
HAZEL: I know,
but sometimes it's important.
Silly.
You won't tell 'em downstairs,
will you?
Or Captain James?
Of course I won't.
This is between you and me.
Well, you get some rest.
ROSE:
[Sobbing lightly]
You must be very tired.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes]
[ Door opens ]
- Well, were you right?
-[ Door closes]
No.
He had a wife.
Oh, probably just as well.
Rose isn't the marrying kind.
Far happier here.
Yes.
You're probably right.
Subtitling by
Acorn Media (re-sync by moviesbyrizzo)
Acorn Media (re-sync by moviesbyrizzo)
It's for my old friend,
Mrs. Beddowes.
Poor old soul.
93 today.
Ah, generous to a fault,
as usual, Mrs. Bridges.
- Here, let me pack it for you.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Hudson.
Well, she took me
under her wing.
She was cook to Lady Templeman,
and I was just starting out.
Her lobster patties
was the talk of Mayfair.
[Chuckles ] And as
for her gooseberry trifle, oh.
To end up forgotten
in a basement room
in Camden Town...
[Chuckles softly]
There ought to be
a law against it.
Ah, there should, indeed,
Mrs. Bridges.
Is Rose taking this 'round
for you?
Yes, I am, Mr. Hudson.
Now, you've got the address,
Rose?
- Mm.
- You mind how you go with it.
I will.
Don't worry, Mrs. B.
Ah, here you are, then, Rose.
Thank you.
- Are you going my way, Rose?
- Where you going?
I'm going to see Daisy
in hospital,
see what she looks like
with her adenoids out.
Same as with them in,
I should think.
I know, Rose.
That was a joke.
Oh.
What you taking them for?
She won't be able to eat
nothing.
Well, what can I take her, then?
Nice, pretty bunch of flowers,
if you want to show her
how much you care.
Don't be rotten, Rose.
CONDUCTOR:
Getting off, then.
Hurry on now.
Hurry on, please.
-[ Bell dings]
ROSE: Here, mind out.
Sorry.
Look what you've done.
I'm surely sorry.
Look at it.
You've ruined it.
Did you, uh --
Did you bake it yourself?
Clumsy.
Yeah, you're -- you're right.
I am.
That's what my mother
used to say.
All right for you to joke.
Someone was expecting this.
Well, it's -- it's not the end
of the world, is it?
I'll buy you a replacement.
You can't, not one like this.
What am I gonna do?
CONDUCTOR:
Fares, please?
Camden Town.
CONDUCTOR:
Thank you.
- Any more fares?
- The same, please.
Camden Town.
CONDUCTOR:
Thank you very much.
What sort was it?
Plum, if you must know.
I want a nice plum cake, please.
With almonds.
With almonds.
It's no use.
It won't be the same.
What's so special about it?
It was baked by an expert.
Oh. You?
Not me, as it happens.
Your mother.
It was baked by a friend of mine
to give to a friend of hers,
who also happens to be
an expert.
She'll know immediately
if it's shop-bought,
-and I'll be in trouble.
- Sorry, no plum.
Nice lemon sponge
or a gingerbread?
- Or some California jumble?
- They sound good.
Not them. They've got wine
in them. She's 93.
Just the ticket for 93.
Buck her up a bit.
No?
Hurry up.
There's others behind.
All right, we'll take
the, uh, the lemon sponge.
Thank you.
-10 pence ha'penny, please.
- Ah, thank you very much.
- Here.
- Thank you.
-[ Cash register dings]
- Best I could do.
Thank you.
Right, well...
- WOMAN: Your change, sir.
Oh, thank you.
That's done. How about
having some tea with me?
What?
- I've got to go, deliver this.
- Well, have some tea first.
Come on.
- Here?
- Yeah, come on.
Have some tea.
Well...
Here we are.
But I don't know who you are.
Oh. Wilmot.
Gregory Wilmot's my name.
What's yours?
Rose. Buck.
Nice bumping into you,
Miss Buck.
♫ Do do do, do do do ♫
♫ Do do do do do do ♫
♫ By the sea, by the sea... ♫
Shouldn't Rose or someone
be doing that?
I enjoy arranging flowers.
Who sent them, anyway?
Nobody sent them.
I bought them.
What, all of them?
Rather extravagant, wasn't it?
It is spring,
in case you hadn't noticed.
Yes, I had noticed,
but there's no need
to keep proving it
quite so relentlessly.
This is
a pointless conversation.
JAMES: Agreed.
Are you coming to change?
[Clock chiming]
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes]
My father ran this farm,
quite small, in Yorkshire.
He went through hard times
with it.
Did you know,
in the last 25 years
till the turn of the century,
1/3 of the labouring population
left the land?
- No.
- That's right.
But my father,
he kept faith with his men.
You see, he believed in
the Labour movement, like I do,
and...
well. . things improve slowly.
Have another scone.
- Yes, I will.
- Go on. Only be wasted.
Tea?
Thank you very much.
Why did you go to Australia?
Dad's idea.
Land of opportunity.
But he'd never come out
and join me there.
So you've come home to see him.
No, no. He died
a couple of months back.
Just fell down in his
own fields, just like that.
It's the way he'd have wanted.
I've just come back
to settle up his affairs.
I got back in a fortnight.
Right, now, you tell me
about yourself, your family.
Nothing to tell.
My father was lodge keeper
to the Earl of Southwold.
That's where I was brought up,
on the estate,
and now I work for his grandson,
Captain James Bellamy,
in Eaton Place.
Oh, yes?
In what capacity?
- Pardon?
GREGORY: what do you do?
Head house parlourmaid.
No point
in pretending different.
No reason why you should.
It's a very respectable job.
Respectable --
That's just about all it is.
And worthwhile, too,
if you're good at it.
And I bet you are.
[Chuckles softly]
Well, you'd have to ask
other people that, wouldn't you?
Here, I've got to go,
deliver the cake.
Oh, yeah. would you like me
to come with you
-to explain the accident?
- Oh, no, no.
- I'm better on me own, really.
- Yeah.
Right.
Well, I'll see your tomorrow,
won't I?
Australia, Rose?
What a strange question.
What prompts it?
Nothing.
I heard an Australian talking
on the tram,
and you're always saying
how we should be curious
and interested in things,
and I don't know
anything about it, that's all.
Australia is
a large, uncomfortable place
with a hot and dusty climate
full of convicts and swindlers
and bad living conditions,
and certainly no place
for a young woman
if you're thinking
of emigrating.
A sheep station --
8,000 herd, about 100 miles
West of Melbourne.
In the bush.
No, it's not too isolated.
There's a town quite near,
and, well, we make our own
company living on the property.
That's my brother Tim
and three of the jackaroos
that help us out.
I've got a brother called Tim.
He went to Canada
to do forestry.
- Well, now, isn't that amazing?
- Yeah.
That is a coincidence.
That must be fate, mustn't it?
- It's you.
- Yeah.
You know, I-l think
you'd go for it out there.
The sheer size and beauty
of the place.
The colours --
delicate, soft, and faded.
Have you ever wanted to travel?
Not a question of wanting,
is it?
Housemaids
don't get the chance.
[ Shivers ]
Cold?
No coldness and damp out there.
Rose.
- Mm?
I've just had a letter from
my old friend, Mrs. Beddowes.
She thanks me very kindly...
for the lemon sponge?
Says why could I not have baked
one myself.
Well, what on earth
does she mean by that?
Oh, I don't know, Mrs. Bridges.
She's probably got muddled
in the head.
They do, don't they,
when they're 93.
The rest of the letter's
sharp enough.
Very sharp, indeed.
Still, I expect you're right.
You coming with us
to Richmond Park tomorrow?
Richmond Park, Mrs. Bridges?
To see the deer.
They're going out, upstairs,
for the day.
So we thought
we'd take a picnic.
No, I can't, not tomorrow.
Oh.
Well, I-I've got to see
some friends,
some friends of my brother's
over from Canada.
Married couple,
got to look after them.
Well, bring them
to Richmond Park.
Make a lovely outing for them.
Yes, that is a good idea,
only they want to see
the Tower of London.
[ "By The Beautiful Sea" plays]
[ Laughs ]
Just do what I'm doing.
Miss Lizzie taught me once.
I'm so clumsy, Rose.
ROSE: Look, if we can't do it
properly, we'll get thrown out.
You really are.
Let's go and sit down.
I've never been
to a place like this before.
Makes two of us.
I don't think
it's quite respectable.
Yeah, I think you're right.
[Song ends, applause]
["Marcheta (A Love Song
Of Old Mexico)" plays]
Ah, tea looks good.
Not as good as Eaton Place.
Ah, Eaton Place, Eaton Place.
Make it sound
like Buckingham Palace.
Oh, I don't suppose
it's much different.
Mr. Hudson wouldn't think so,
anyhow.
Your Mr. Hudson,
he sounds a bit of a...
a bit of a wowser to me.
"Wowser"?
It's an Australian word
for Puritan...
killjoy, non-drinker.
Well, no, he isn't.
That's not fair.
He has to be a bit strict,
but he's got a sense of humour.
And he has a drink sometimes.
I bet you have a drink
sometimes.
Oh, you know,
after a hard day's work,
I do like a few beers but...
I don't drink to excess, Rose,
not like some.
I don't mind a man who drinks
in moderation.
It's funny.
This time in 10 days,
all this...
will be a memory.
10 days?
I'll be sailing out of Tilbury
to the open sea.
Won't see you again.
GREGORY:
Why not come with me?
Oh, yes.
GREGORY:
I'm serious, Rose.
Where's your spirit
of adventure?
I get quite a lot of adventure
in my life.
You'd be surprised.
Mr. Hudson, Mrs. Bridges,
and what's-His-Name?
Edward.
And they're not all stick in
the muds like you seem to think.
I never said they were, Rose.
I wouldn't judge anybody
before I'd met 'em.
- Let's go and meet 'em now.
-[ Chuckling ] what?
I want to see
this famous house of yours.
We can't.
We can't.
We've hardly started our tea.
What's the matter?
You ashamed of me?
[ Hoofbeats ]
[ Door closes]
GREGORY:
Are they here?
ROSE:
Ah, just remembered --
They've all gone on an outing
to Richmond Park.
Ruby.
Ruby!
Ruby, wake up, girl.
What you doing here?
Mrs. Bridges said I was
to stop in and --
and mind place
whilst they were out.
You don't have to mind the place
now. I'm back.
- Go on. You go out for a walk.
RUBY: Yes, Rose.
Don't look well.
This gentleman's
just come to see Mr. Hudson.
But Mr. Hudson's gone out
with Mrs. Bridges.
You're going out, too,
for a nice walk on your own.
Bye, Ruby.
She's a kitchen maid --
a bit simple.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Mm, no, no.
[ Chuckles ]
Can I sit down?
Yes, of course.
Aren't you gonna...
Somebody might come in.
Well, thought they were all
conveniently in Richmond Park.
Conveniently?
[ Chuckles ]
You don't want me to meet them,
do you? Your family?
[ Scoffs ]
I don't care if you meet them.
Your idea coming back here.
I wanted to stay
at the thé dansant.
I was really enjoying it.
Aren't you enjoying it now?
Alone with me.
Now, this, uh...
This could almost be my house.
Not much difference.
Except you -- you get more
sunlight through the window.
And I-l made my own furniture.
I meant it, Rose,
when I said, "Come with me."
How about it, eh?
Ridiculous.
GREGORY:
I don't see why.
I'm not such a bad fellow.
I'm 35 years old.
I'm doing quite well for myself.
I'd look after you.
Don't be daft.
It's not that I'm worried about.
What, then?
Why me?
Why pick on me when
you could do so much better?
Better?
I don't think I could.
I'm a house parlourmaid.
Just about the best
qualifications I can think of
for...
for a wife.
A wife.
We -- We don't have to get
married right away.
You --
You can just come out there,
look around
before you make up your mind.
I'll pay your fare back
if you don't like it.
I'll buy you
a return boat ticket.
- What do you say?
- Oh.
You're not frightened of me,
are you?
Well, 'course I'm not.
Why should I be?
Well there's no reason to be
because I-l wouldn't --
I wouldn't do anything to upset
you, against your will.
Not until after we were married,
anyway.
- You would before?
- You know what I mean.
Don't know
what Mr. Hudson would say.
Ah, the heck with Mr. Hudson.
I'm sorry, Rose, but...
well, you can make up
your own mind, can't you?
Look, you don't know
what you're doing to me.
I've never been like this
before, not with anyone.
Please, don't make fun of me.
I wouldn't do that, Rose.
I swear it.
I've never been more serious
in my life.
Do --
Do you think I'd take the chance
of making you unhappy?
Do you think I'd lumber myself
with an English girl
out there in the wilds...
No, no, it's -- it's --
it's not wild.
But do you think I would?
Unless I was absolutely certain
we could make a go of it?
Now, I was certain the moment
I saw you on that tram.
Oh, I can't help thinking you
want an housekeeper, not a wife.
Someone to cook, sew,
and scrub the floors
for you and your friends.
"Pick up some housemaid,"
they probably said.
How can you think that?
Rose, look at me.
How can you think that?
'Cause you haven't mentioned
the word "love" yet.
This may sound stupid,
but I always thought that
if this ever happened to me --
and I never thought it would --
I'd hear the word "love."
GREGORY: [Chuckles]
Well, of course I love you.
Wouldn't be asking if I didn't.
All right to say it now.
I love you.
I do love you.
And I...
And I've never said it to
anybody ever before in my life.
Well, is that better?
Oh, I can't dress things up
in fancy words.
You use fancy words
when you talk about Australia.
When you talk about Australia,
you sound like a poet.
Yeah, well, that's different.
Can't answer back.
But now I've done my bit.
Now it's your turn.
You say that word to me,
if you feel you can,
because nobody's ever said it
to me before, either.
I'm very fond of you, Gregory.
[ Sighs ]
You don't love me.
Oh, I don't really know you.
[Sighs]
You --
You always
have to make things so --
so difficult for yourselves,
you women.
I mean, all I see is you and me
and fate
bringing us together
on some London tram
and both of us knowing,
really, right away.
It's so simple.
Simple?
What's simple about it?
I've only known you four days,
and you're asking me
to uproot myself,
leave the life I know,
all my friends,
to travel thousands of miles
away to a foreign country
full of convicts and swindlers
and -- and bad living --
Now, don't rush.
Take your time.
But I shall have to know soon
if I'm going to get
your passage booked.
All right?
Yeah.
A man in here yesterday
while we was out?
Yes, uh, said he wanted to see
Mr. Hudson.
Did he leave his name
or state his business?
No. Said he'd call back.
Said it wasn't important.
Ha!
That's not what Ruby told me.
Yes, well, it's none
of her business, is it?
I've told you all I know.
I don't think you have, Rose.
Oh, all right.
He was a friend of mine.
A friend of yours.
And you told me you was
going to the Tower of London
with a married couple,
friends of your brother's.
Now, that's not very truthful,
Rose.
Oh, just a casual acquaintance.
Nothing wrong, is there?
An acquaintance,
whom you brought back here
when the rest of the house
was deserted,
when you knew
it would be deserted.
You know my opinion of that,
Rose.
If it had been an old friend,
it would have been
a different matter,
but just a casual acquaintance.
Since you're all being
so flamin' nosy,
he wasn't
just a casual acquaintance.
- He's...
- What, Rose?
He's my fiancé,
if you must know.
Your what?
My fiancé, Mr. Hudson.
[ Chuckles ]
Come off it, Rose.
Pull the other one.
Are you engaged to be married?
What's wrong?
I've as much right as anyone.
Well, why didn't you tell us,
Rose?
Well, I was going to,
but he only asked me yesterday,
and I haven't
quite made up me mind.
I'm still thinking it over.
I was waiting
till it was official.
Well, don't say
you're all pleased for me.
Well, naturally,
we're pleased, Rose.
Congratulations.
But you can't expect us
to be overjoyed
till we know a wee bit more
about him.
Quite right, Mr. Hudson.
Well, who is he, Rose, and
why have you kept him so quiet?
His name's Gregory Wilmot.
He's 35 years old,
and he's a sheep farmer.
A sheep farmer.
Well, that's
a respectable enough occupation.
- Whereabouts does he farm, Rose?
Australia.
EDWARD: Hey!
You're never tellin' us you're
gonna live in Australia, Rose.
Don't know. I haven't made me
mind up yet. Like I told you.
That's why she was asking me
about Australia the other day.
How long have you known him,
Rose,
and where did you meet him?
I've known him...quite a while,
and I met him...out.
HUDSON:
Out? where?
Did he pick you up, Rose?
No, he didn't.
He fell on me, if you must know.
- He fell on you, Rose?
- Mm, in a tram.
Got pushed against me.
And you just got talking,
just like that?
He apologized,
like a proper gentleman.
That's how we got talking.
Look, if you met him,
you wouldn't be so suspicious.
We'd like to meet him, Rose.
We'd like to meet him very much.
Yes.
You bring him to tea, Rose.
Yeah, let's have a look at him,
Rose.
After all, Ruby's only had
the honour so far.
He's not a performing seal.
No, he's a performing kangaroo
if he comes from Australia.
- Edward, that is not very funny.
- No, Mr. Hudson.
Bring him to tea tomorrow, Rose.
GREGORY:
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hudson.
Mrs. Bridges.
- Mrs. Bridges.
Pleased to meet you.
- Edward.
- How do you do?
Ruby.
- Oh, yes, I have met Ruby.
Gregory Wilmot.
Well, it's a -- it's a great
pleasure to meet you all.
Mind you,
I feel I know you already
from what Rose has told me.
We've heard something
about you, too, Mr. Wilmot.
Won't you take a seat?
I will.
Thank you.
Oh, uh,
here's a small present for you.
Don't you drink whiskey?
ROSE: Yes, of course we do,
Gregory. Thank you.
Most useful.
- Thank you.
- MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, no.
Don't you sit there, Gregory.
You sit in the middle
between me and Rose.
You don't mind
if I call you "Gregory"?
No.
Thank you.
Ruby, fetch the pot.
Please.
Uh, Rose says you're
a sheep farmer in Australia.
Yeah, yeah.
That's right.
Very interesting work,
I should imagine.
What do you do, exactly?
Well, we buy the sheep up in
Queensland because it's cheaper.
Then we bring 'em down
to the station,
we shear 'em, fatten 'em up,
sell 'em.
They should end up
in your kitchen, Mrs. Bridges.
Oh, yes. we had
some Australian lamb last week.
Very tender it was, too.
[Chuckles softly]
Is it a large concern,
Mr. Wilmot?
Oh, yes. Gregory's got
8,000 head of sheep.
It's growing fast.
By the end of the year,
I hope to have another thousand.
I believe it's hard to find
satisfactory labour.
Yeah, I've heard
they're all convicts
-and tickets-of-leave men.
- Well, they're not.
They're called jackaroos,
and he's got three of them.
And he's got a brother
called Tim, Mr. Hudson.
Isn't that
an amazing coincidence?
Amazing.
It's a great exaggeration,
all this about convicts.
I mean, I've got as loyal
a bunch of fellas working for me
as you could ever hope for.
If Rose did come out with you,
Gregory,
she would live
in a proper house?
It certainly wouldn't be
a basement, Mrs. Bridges.
No, it's like this room here,
only the sun comes in,
and Gregory makes
his own furniture.
- Don't you?
- That's right.
HUDSON:
ls there a church nearby?
Church?
A Protestant church.
Rose attends church regularly.
It's an important part
of her life,
as no doubt she's told you.
Yes.
Well, there's a church
in the town, I think.
Yes, I'm -- I'm sure there is.
There's no need to worry
about Rose, Mr. Hudson,
if she does decide
to come out there.
The greatest difference she'll
find is that there's no class...
consciousness.
She'll be treated like an equal
at last.
An equal to what, may I ask?
Uh, do you take milk and sugar,
Gregory?
Ah, yes, both.
Thank you.
She won't be a house parlourmaid
at everybody's beck and call
all the time.
Oh, but, uh,
that's what she's used to.
That's the only thing
she knows how to do.
I don't believe that,
Mrs. Bridges.
Won't she be at your beck
and call, as your wife, I mean?
She'll be free.
That's what I mean, Edward.
Free woman.
Well, she's -- she's free now.
Free as is good for her.
I mean no disrespect to you,
Mrs. Bridges,
or to you, Mr. Hudson, but it's
the system you live under --
the -- oh, the whole outmoded
class structure of this country.
You're a Socialist, then.
I am.
Only in Australia
'cause Labour's in power, innit?
It is, I'm pleased to say.
He wouldn't vote Labour
in England.
Oh, yes, I would.
Being out of this country
for so long, Mr. Wilmot,
I don't think you quite realize
what's happening here.
If the working classes
are allowed
to organize themselves
into powerful trade unions,
they begin to disrupt the nation
with strikes.
- Why, in this past year --
- They only want better
living conditions, man,
a decent wage
for their wives and families.
You're a working man.
You may be comfortable enough
here in Eaton place,
but you've just got to think
of your fellow workers outside,
in the cold.
Well, I don't think we should
talk about politics anymore.
We'll all have a nice piece
of chocolate cake.
Edward...
ELIZABETH: I think you've got
a point there, Mr. Wilmot.
I've never seen it that way
before.
Naturally, everyone's entitled
to his own view, Edward.
When are you returning
to Australia, Mr. Wilmot?
Friday.
- Not this very next Friday?
- Thank you.
EDWARD:
Are you going with him, Rose?
She'd make me the happiest man
in the world if she did.
EDWARD: Go on.
I mean, I'd go if I were you.
HUDSON: Take great care
before you answer, Rose.
It's a decision that will affect
your whole life.
MRS. BRIDGES:
We'd all miss you.
You know that, Rose,
but if you really feel --
HUDSON: There's just
a small matter of your status.
You would not be married
out there, I take it.
GREGORY: No.
The idea is Rose should come out
there and see if she likes it.
I am buying her
a return boat ticket.
EDWARD: [Chuckles] I'll
have it if you don't want it.
HUDSON:
Quiet, Edward.
I'm going.
GREGORY: [Gasps]
I didn't meant to force you
to decide in public.
No, it's all right, Gregory.
I've made me mind up.
I'm going with you.
EDWARD: Good for you, Rose!
Good luck to you!
It so happens I have in my --
in my pocket something --
something
to seal the bargain with.
Oh, Gregory.
Oh!
Oh. Oh, Gregory.
Look.
Look, Ruby, Edward,
Mrs. Bridges.
[Laughing]
Oh, Rose!
I never thought...
I never thought...
Neither did I,
to tell the truth.
Shall -- Shall we, uh...
o-open the whiskey
in celebration?
It's a wee bit early
for whiskey, Mr. Wilmot.
Just this once, Mr. Hudson,
for Rose's sake.
Well, just a suggestion for me.
- And for you, Edward.
RUBY: Lovely.
None at all for you, Ruby.
Whiskey and chocolate cake --
Does that go well together?
A very excellent chocolate cake,
too, Mrs. Bridges.
[ Chuckles ]
GREGORY: Almost -- Almost
as good as your plum cake.
Well, what do you know
of my plum cake?
I was telling Gregory
all about your plum cake.
- After I sat on it.
- Sat on it?
Hasn't Rose told you
of how we met?
It's a very funny story.
Well you fell on her,
we heard it, in a tram?
That's right,
and squashed the cake flat.
I, uh, hope your old friend
didn't mind the replacement
too much, Mrs. Bridges.
My old friend?
Do you mean Mrs. Beddowes?
But that
was only last Saturday, Rose.
You mean you've only known
Mr. Wilmot for six days?
Oh, Mr. Hudson, I clean forgot.
I promised to take Gregory up
to meet Mrs. Bellamy.
But we won't be
more than a minute, you'll see.
HAZEL:
It's beautiful, Rose.
It's quite beautiful.
Oh, I'm so pleased for you both.
It's marvellous news.
Thank you, Mrs. Bellamy.
I can't imagine this house
without you.
I suppose I must formally accept
your notice, mustn't I?
Oh, I'm sorry, madam.
I ought to have mentioned.
It's all right.
And you do have a lot
to think about.
Now, if there's --
if there's any help you need,
over packing or anything, you
will let me know, won't you?
Thank you, madam.
Thank you.
How long does it take
to get there, now?
GREGORY:
50 days out of Tilbury.
HAZEL:
Cape of Good Hope.
GREGORY: That's right --
Las Palmas, Cape Town,
Adelaide, Melbourne.
HAZEL:
I do envy you.
I love travelling by sea.
Have you ever been to Australia,
Mrs. Bellamy?
No.
My husband
has promised to take me.
Well, you must come and visit us
when you do.
I will, most definitely.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mrs. Bellamy.
Goodbye.
You couldn't have made
a better choice than Rose.
I know that.
Hello.
What's this?
This is Mr. Wilmot.
Rose. Rose,
order strong, black coffee.
Mr. Wilmot is Rose's fiancé.
Rose...
Rose's fiancé.
May I introduce my husband?
- Captain James Bellamy.
- How do you do?
I thought you must be
a friend of my wife's.
No.
- Thank you, Mrs. Bellamy.
- Goodbye.
Show you back to your hotel.
Rose --
What about my coffee?
You'll just have to ring
for Edward, won't you?
Oh.
Well, we survived it.
Mrs. Bellamy approved.
As for you and Mr. Hudson...
Yeah.
Well, he is a bit of a wowser,
though, isn't he?
That's just 'cause you bring out
the worst in him.
I want you to meet
a couple of my friends.
Oh, I'd like to.
Schoolmaster from Potters Bar.
It's all right.
Married my first true love.
No hard feelings.
They're my oldest friends.
I'd like you to meet Dorothy.
Can you bear it?
Of course I will bear it.
Then a celebration.
Day before we sail.
Lovely.
Well, he was
very nicely dressed, Mr. Hudson.
And I should think he's
doing very well for himself,
judging by the whiskey.
HUDSON: The whiskey is neither
here nor there, Mrs. Bridges.
My point
is that Rose is in danger
of making a very grave mistake.
You only say that
'cause he stood up to you
-and said what he believed in.
- Oh, that's nonsense, Rose.
I'd never judge a man
by the beliefs he held.
Let me simply make
this observation.
With the greatest respect
to Rose here,
if he is bona fide
and comfortably off,
why should he pick on Rose?
We know Rose's qualities,
but a young man like that,
oh, surely has the pick of a
more middle-class type of girl.
Well, maybe he feels
a more middle-type class of girl
wouldn't fancy
life on a sheep farm.
That is exactly my point,
Mrs. Bridges,
because life on a sheep farm
in Australia
is not fit for any young woman
and certainly not for someone
of Rose's sheltered experience.
She'll be worn to the bone,
be nothing better than a skivvy.
I'm worn to the bone here.
And I'm not afraid of hard work.
No. That's true. She's never
been afraid of hard work.
Yes, yes.
Well, that may be.
And, anyway, it's all secondary
to my main objection,
which is that you cannot
hope to know someone well enough
in six days.
To give your life to them?
Oh, sheer folly, Rose.
Look, you're not
my bleedin' father, Mr. Hudson!
This is my chance
to make something of my life,
something other than endless
trundling 'round this house
till I'm too old to walk.
And you go and spoil it.
I've waited a long time
for this, Mr. Hudson.
I'd given up hoping,
if you want to know.
But now it's happened.
I love Gregory.
He makes me feel good,
and I trust him.
[Voice breaking ]
And I don't want any advice
or interference from anyone,
not even you.
I'm going, and I'm gonna make
a success of it.
You just watch me!
They, uh,
they reckon it's worth waiting.
-[ Indistinct conversations]
- That's our ship.
MAN: You'll have to take
your turn with everybody else.
Big enough?
Now you're going to sea.
That's what they said
about the Titanic.
No icebergs where we're going.
Do you think you'd survive
in Australia without me?!
You wouldn't last five minutes,
my boy!
This one won't be sailing.
Wait!
I'll be back for the refund.
Mr. Wilmot, you're in luck.
Somebody's mother
doesn't want him to leave home.
Here you are, sir.
B deck, midship, sir.
You're there!
It's not quite next to you,
but as near as no matter.
GREGORY: Thank you. It's fine.
- MAN: Just sign here, sir.
That's it.
Dorothy and Hamish Mathews,
my oldest friends.
Meet Rose,
the future Mrs. Wilmot.
- Hello, dear.
- How do you do?
- Hello, Rose.
- How do you do?
[Upbeat music plays]
No, uh...
you sit over there where
we can get a good look at you.
You won't mind us being
inquisitive, but, uh...
we don't know anything
about you --
what you do
or where you come from.
Gregory wouldn't tell us
anything.
Well, it's no secret,
is it, Rosie?
She lives in a large,
imposing house in Eaton Place
with a butler, a cook,
and a footman.
A house fit for royalty.
Royalty's been there, too.
The late King Edward VII
come to dinner.
Oh, yes?
I say.
That's impressive.
All we've ever had is
the town clerk of High Barnet.
[ Laughter, song ends]
What exactly's your place
in this, uh, household, dear?
She's head house parlourmaid.
House parlourmaid?
Did you take the king's coat?
Did he speak to you?
Well, yes, he did,
as a matter of fact. He said...
I hadn't realized
Rose was in service, Gregory.
No reason why you should,
Dorothy.
-'Cause I didn't tell you.
-[ "Bedouin Love Song" plays]
Rose and I are now gonna show
you how to do the tango.
I know how to do the tango,
thank you, Gregory.
Not the way we do it.
I'd really no idea.
Had you?
Now, don't you go
and spoil things for them.
ROSE: So, that's
your childhood sweetheart.
You should have seen her
at sweet 16.
She's put on a bit of weight.
[ Laughter]
You always have a soft spot
for your first love,
the one that got away.
Don't you worry about it,
though.
They're brother and sister,
really.
If they get on so well,
why didn't they get married?
I came along.
[ Chuckles ]
No, it was never that serious,
really.
Gregory's not
a serious sort of person.
Wasn't in those days.
He's serious now, of course.
Responsibilities now.
You'll be all right.
DOROTHY:
[ Laughs ]
-[ Groans ]
- I Just decided...
We're coming to see them off
tomorrow, Hamish.
We're gonna wave them off
from Tilbury.
Wave off the happy couple.
My big baby.
I, uh, I want you to know
how very much
we've all appreciated
your work here, Rose,
and how very fond of you
we've all grown.
And I'd like you to accept
this little gift of...
as a token of our affection.
Thank you very much, sir.
I hope you'll be very happy
in your new life.
I'm told Australia
isn't such a bad place.
At least the weather's good.
ROSE: I just wish Mr. Bellamy
could have been here.
- It's all been such a rush.
- Yes. Yes, I know.
He'd have very much wanted to
say goodbye to you himself,
but, uh, well, I'll just
have to do it for him.
Write and let us know how you're
getting on in your new life,
won't you?
Goodbye, Rose, and good luck.
I'll miss you.
Thank you for everything, madam.
[ Door opens ]
-[ Sniffles ]
- The cab's arrived.
Take her trunk and suitcase up,
Edward.
Mr. Hudson,
I've got a surprise for Rose.
Oh, never mind that, boy.
Quickly now, boy, quickly.
She's still upstairs
with Captain Ja-
Oh, Ruby, it's not
a funeral we're attending.
Stop that snivelling.
[ Crying ]
Oh, now, calm yourself,
Mrs. Bridges.
I never thought I'd live to see
this day, Mr. Hudson. Never.
Now, please, please.
Don't let her see you crying.
If she star--
Oh, there you are, Rose.
Uh, the cab's arrived.
Everything ship-shape, is it?
Yes, I've folded
all the blankets, Mr. Hudson.
Oh, that's all right, my girl.
Daisy's coming out of hospital
tomorrow. She'll see to them.
Oh, don't let her do too much
too soon. She won't be up to it.
Don't you worry about that,
Rose. we'll look after Daisy.
Oh, oh. Before you go,
I-I've got something for you.
Oh, Mr. Hudson.
I had noticed your own one
was wearing a wee bit thin.
It's lovely.
"To Rose
on the occasion of her leaving
and all good wishes in her
future life
from Angus Hudson."
Oh.
Thanks, Mr. Hudson.
I'll treasure it always,
and you'll always be with me.
Well, if it's a comfort to you
in the years to come,
then it's money well spent.
Come on, now. we don't want
the boat to sail without you.
MRS. BRIDGES:
[Voice breaking ] well..
Goodbye, Rose.
- You'll write to us, won't you?
- ROSE: 'Course I will,
and you write to me,
give me all the news.
Oh, we will.
We will.
Oh, I'm snivelling again.
Get along with you.
[ Crying ]
[Violin plays
"Waltzing Matilda" ]
What in heaven's name is that?
Can you hear that, Mr. Hudson?
Rose, it's my goodbye present
for you.
- Your what?
- Well, it's a friend of mine.
Well, not really a friend.
He's a street musician.
You see,
I told him what was happening,
-and he agreed to come and play.
- For nothing?
Yes. well, no,
for a couple of meat pies.
Out of my pantry?
It's a lovely idea, Edward.
Thank you very much.
Bye, Edward.
Bye, Mr. Hudson.
Bye, everybody.
Ruby, Edward, come on, upstairs,
wave her off.
Quickly now, come on.
[ Crying ]
[ Song ends ]
[Violin plays
"Home! Sweet Home!" ]
- Bye-bye.
- HUDSON: Goodbye, my girl.
HUDSON:
Safe journey, my girl.
- Goodbye!
'Bye, Rose!
- Bye!
- Bye!
Bye.
[ Song ends ]
"Gale warnings
in the Bay of Biscay."
Rose won't like that.
There you are.
Mm.
Thank you.
You're not happy at Jardine's,
are you?
Why?
If you wanted to go back
to India...
I've never been.
I might quite like it there.
It might be good for us
in general.
Yes.
Well, I don't know
that I'm ready to leave England
at the moment.
MRS. BRIDGES:
[ Sniffles ]
I think one of the most unusual
qualities that girl had
was her utter devotion
to her duties.
Unusual, I mean,
in young people today.
Aye. And her sense of mischief,
on occasion.
[Church bell tolling]
Good heavens.
Is that the time?
The new girl's coming
for her interview any minute.
EDWARD: I think I'll
always remember her teasing.
[ Chuckles ]
And her generosity
when I was broke.
And her happy smile
in the face of adversity.
Adversity?
There's no adversity
in this house.
No, I mean...
Well, the funny thing
is we won't remember anything
after a bit.
I mean, we'll remember her --
Rose --
and the fact that she existed
but nothing about her.
I suppose that's the way it is,
with people, I mean.
They just fade away.
[Vehicle approaches]
What are you talking about,
Edward?
- Is that a cab I hear?
- I'll go see, Mr. Hudson.
Has the new girl
arrived in a cab?
Ha, I wouldn't be surprised.
I'm never surprised at anything
about young people nowadays.
Come on, Ruby.
Clear this stuff away.
Mr. Hudson, it's Rose.
MRS. BRIDGES: Rose!
Good gracious.
What can have happened?
HUDSON: Oh, it's all right,
my girl. It's all right.
- You're quite safe.
- MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, Rose!
Here, take her bag.
I've got her hat.
MRS. BRIDGES: what happened?
Didn't the boat sail?
Was there a fog?
HUDSON:
Don't crowd her, Edward.
MRS. BRIDGES:
Where's Gregory?
Excuse me, sir.
Uh, madam.
I thought you should know
Rose has returned.
Why?
Has she forgotten something?
Well, what's happened?
Well, it's difficult to know
for certain, madam,
but it seems the gentleman,
her fiancé,
already has a wife...
in Melbourne.
Well, well, well.
How did she stumble on that?
From some friends of his
who came to see them off, sir,
a schoolmaster and his wife
from Potters Bar.
It was hard to get a clear
account of what happened,
but it seems
she had rather a lucky escape.
Yes.
How is she?
Oh, she was overwrought
to begin with, madam,
but she picked up quite quickly
when she realized where she was,
in her old,
familiar surroundings.
She's in her room now, madam.
I see.
Thank you for telling us,
Hudson.
Madam.
Oh, and, madam, I took
the liberty of turning away
the new applicant for the post
of house parlourmaid.
Oh, yes, of course.
[ Door opens ]
JAMES: Poor old Rose.
-[ Door closes]
Trust her to get mixed up
with a scoundrel.
Do you believe it?
[Knock on door]
HAZEL: Rose.
[Knock on door]
Rose, it's Mrs. Bellamy.
May I come in for a minute?
Hudson has told us
what happened.
I am very sorry.
I'm sorry
for all the trouble caused.
I'll give you back your trunk,
madam, of course.
Oh, Rose.
May I sit down?
He had a wife in Melbourne?
These friends who came
to see you off told you so?
Yes.
But he's separated, isn't he?
Perhaps divorced.
Well, she's not living with him
on the farm?
Oh, I don't know about that.
I know one can be wrong
about people, but...
...he seemed so clearly
like a man who'd worked hard
and built something up
for himself
and was looking for a wife
to share it with.
He found what he was looking for
in you.
Yes, but he wasn't honest
with me, was he?
Are you being honest with me?
- Mrs. Bellamy.
Rose.
We are good enough friends
to be frank with each other,
aren't we?
I want to help.
You can't help.
It's all over and done with.
The boat's gone,
and he's gone for good.
Rose...
...he was free, wasn't he?
Why didn't you go with him?
Like I said, he had a wife.
He didn't want me.
[Voice breaking ]
Never did want me.
Just making fun of me.
That's all.
Don't cry, Rose.
Oh, don't cry.
It was awful.
Docks, people pushing.
I-l couldn't get through.
And dirty old boat.
His friends laughing.
Soon as I saw them with him,
I felt I didn't know him.
Wasn't real.
I felt sick.
I had to start running,
back here.
Didn't he follow you
and try and stop you?
I saw him look, reach out...
but people pushed.
His friends pushed him on the
boat, leastways the woman did.
She didn't want me to marry him.
I knew that
first time I met her.
Thought I wasn't good enough.
Of course you were good enough.
He thought so, didn't he?
That's what's important.
What's it got to do
with anyone else?
Mr. Hudson was right.
You can't get to know someone
that quick.
It takes a long time.
Silly, leaving all you know,
all your friends
for a perfect stranger.
HAZEL: I know,
but sometimes it's important.
Silly.
You won't tell 'em downstairs,
will you?
Or Captain James?
Of course I won't.
This is between you and me.
Well, you get some rest.
ROSE:
[Sobbing lightly]
You must be very tired.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes]
[ Door opens ]
- Well, were you right?
-[ Door closes]
No.
He had a wife.
Oh, probably just as well.
Rose isn't the marrying kind.
Far happier here.
Yes.
You're probably right.
Subtitling by
Acorn Media (re-sync by moviesbyrizzo)