Berkeley Square (1998) s01e03 Episode Script

Ladybird, Ladybird

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Good morning, children.
Good morning, Miss Turner.
Thank you.
We did Australia today.
Miss Turner said I draw a picture of a platypus because I couldn't spell it.
Oy, we're very lucky to have such a good governess.
Now then, last one to clear it away has to sing God save the King without laughing.
Well, what have you been up to, I wonder.
I beg your pardon.
Name in the newspaper and everything.
Nanny Simmons is just teasing Now then, wash your hands before lunch and go, go, go, go Teasing, ay? If Miss Hannah Randall, last heard of in the service of Lady Harmonsworth of Lynnfall near Halifax, would contact Mrs.
Scotton McCoy, solicitors of Knightsbridge, she will hear something to her advantage.
Let me see? I may not have been a lady's maid but I can read every bit as well as you.
I'm sure you can, Nanny Simmons.
I just like to see for myself.
Funny that, I had the impression you left you under a bit of a cloud as it were being you never speak about them or anything.
I know as much as you do, Nanny Simmons.
I'll ask Mrs.
Hutchinson if you can use a telephone, if you like.
Or I could telephone for you, if you're a bit nervous.
No, thank you.
The Master and Mrs.
seem well enough pleased with him.
The boy hasn't said anything? Still thinks we're playing spies.
Where you going with them? You told me to clean the decanters so I'm gonna clean them.
Put it down there.
How are you getting on with Nanny, now? I'm okay.
All I'm doing is being nice as pie, all around.
Anyway, I've hardly seen Nanny.
Good.
Just you behave yourself.
I know what you're like with the girls.
Don't we just? Newspaper.
What? Look, I'm a big boy now.
Keep me out there.
Stay a safe distance from anyone.
Just as long you don't seem standoffish.
You don't want to put anyone's back out.
Right, mother.
And when I need help standing on the tightrope, I'll ask for it, alright? Bertie, have you ever met a spy? How should I know? The whole point about being a spy is that you don't tell anyone.
Go and put your good suit on, Master Albert.
Why? Because I say so.
You've a very special surprise in store.
You're going to visit your brother at school this afternoon with mama and papa.
So there's absolutely no reason she shouldn't go, is there? I shall look after baby Charles.
It's nothing I expect.
Just my old employers trying to contact me.
You've probably left something behind.
Yes.
Then if they've gone to all the trouble of placing the advertisement, you're duty-bound to answer it.
I'll go and speak to Madame.
Is she always like that? Run and say goodbye to Bertie.
What's the matter? Why don't you want to go? Matty, I was dismissed from my last job without references.
Had to forge a letter to get the job here.
You never did.
Please, don't think ill of me.
I had very good reasons.
If you say so.
Goodness, do you that's what the advertisement's about? Well, I can't think of anything else.
Is that for serve on Sunday dinner? No, it is not.
It's for upstairs, Sunday lunch.
Staff are eating cold, Sunday night.
What? Me and Cook are off at Sunday.
His Majesty King Edward is paying for our dinner.
I'm surprised you're going out with a King's dinner.
Seeing that the coronation is off till he's better.
I wouldn't dare.
We're off to the one in Covent Garden.
Kobe the green grocer says they got Chinese lanterns, flowers, the lot.
Don't worry.
Cook will leave you some of it, nice on a plate.
Yeah, the white bonnet with white trim, I think, Lydia, now that we're in July.
Yes, Nanny.
Wiill your friends be in the park? I expect so, if that's alright.
I hear very satisfactory reports of Nanny Wickham.
Very highly spoken of.
She's nice.
Nobody seems to know anything about nursemaid Randall, mind.
She's nice too.
I'm told she was seen cuddling the infant.
In that nursery, we feel it's a an encouraging start.
Please.
I was told I might expect a prompt response to our advertisement.
Now then.
You are Miss Hannah Randall.
Currently residing at Why do you need to know that? So that the person will know where to deliver any correspondence.
Number five Berkeley Square, London Now, Miss Randall.
What's sits in the smallest drawer on the left hand side of Lady Harmondsworth's dressing table? A small silver box chased with ivy leaves containing a lock of her own mothers' hair.
Good, that confirms you ridentity.
Now, I'm given to understand that you are the mother of William John Randall, born on the second day of February 1902 and fathered by the late William Albert Harmon Vicount Stebbins of Lin Thorpe near Halifax.
Miss Randall, I'm not here to pass judgment Is my information correct? Yes.
What is all this about? I am instructed to offer this for your inspection.
500 pounds.
Which is yours on signature of this document.
Allow me.
In consideration of 500 pounds, I hereby relinquish all parental, legal and moral rights in the infant William John Randall and give him for all time into the care and keeping of his paternal grandmother, the Countess of Harmondsworth.
I pledge on earth that I will make no attempt to see speak or make us contest She want to buy my baby? Miss Randall.
She wants to buy my baby? She had me dismissed from service.
She threatened to disinherit her only son for his association with me.
She instructed the local doctor not to deliver my child, the local parson not to christen my child, she had me cast out of my home and now she wants to buy my baby.
Never! Til hell freezes over will I let that woman near my son.
Good afternoon, Randall.
Come on, just one mint humbug, please? They're my favorite.
No, they're for Nanny.
Gibbons, what's in there? What's in where? In there Three times I seen his Lordship going in and coming out Always when you don't think anyone's there.
Always look in the door ever so carefully.
Aha, well, he would, wouldn't he? Considering what's in there? What? Not saying.
You won't give me a mint humbug, I'm not telling you anything.
Well, you know Lady Constance is his Lordships second wife.
Well, that's where he keeps the first one.
No! True.
All wrapped up and embalmed like one of them Egyptian mummies.
Only he didn't do it as well as the Egyptians.
She's in there, falling to pieces.
You! How can you say such disgusting things in front of his little ears.
We're not listening to anymore of this nonsense, are we? With respect lady Harmonsworth, I think that any mother is entitled to be reassured as to the secure and continued welfare of her child before giving it up.
I am NOT giving him up.
Then you are more selfish and self-serving than I thought.
The child will be brought up by accomplished nurses and governesses.
At the appropriate time, he will be sent to his father's old school.
If he shares my son's intelligence, he will be sent up Oxford.
If not, he will be found suitable employment on the estate.
What can you offer him? His own mother.
Then let us hope he is grateful to his own mother.
When he learns what she has turned down on his behalf.
Why? Why now? Why were there no generous gestures a year ago when they were so sorely needed? A year ago, I still had my son, and thought to have him til my death, not his.
There was a future which might have, would have held the prospect of reconcilation.
You robbed me of that future.
As you robbed me of mine.
How dare you.
You seduced William from his virtue and from the goodwill of his parents.
I did not.
Had it not been for you, he would have never taken part in that ridiculous race.
Had it not been for you, my son would be alive and well That is a lie.
You owe me a son! Ladies.
I beg you.
Now I understand.
You want to buy a child to keep him hidden out of sight, out of mind.
You tell me that you do want a son, that he shall have all the love and favors of a son, that he shall inherit titles and estates as a son.
Then who we may have grounds for a discussion.
Until then, Lady Harmonsworth, we do not.
Good day to you, sir.
Calm yourself, Lady Harmonsworth.
Intense grief breeds a terrible kind of madness, Mr.
Scott.
I must apologize I told the Cook you not need a sweetening up so she made a cake especially.
How kind.
Matty, I don't suppose I could have Sunday night off, could I? Sorry, Pringle.
I'm off to the Kings dinner down in Limehouse.
What will it be like? Well, they have pianos, singers, everything like that.
Everyone in London is going somewhere nice on Sunday to have their Kings dinner, except me.
I have something cold, on a plate.
Oh nevermind, I'll keep you company.
There.
That should keep you going for a bit.
Thank you.
What would it entail Mr.
Scott? Well, one can appoint who ever one wishes as an heir to the estate.
It would be a question of Lord Harmonsworth making the appropriate change in his will.
But to inherit a title would mean a legal adoption of the child.
How many would know of his true parentage? As many as you choose to tell outside this room.
I see.
Lady Harmonsworth, is this the course of action you would seriously wish to consider? He is my grandson.
If the girl is adamant, Well, I could put a new proposal to her, if Lord Harmonsworth Mr.
Scott, My husband knows nothing of my visit to London.
If I am to go to the considerable effort of persuading him that this is a right and proper course of action, I, myself, must be certain that this is indeed my grandchild One never knows with these girls.
I wish to see the baby.
Now then, what happened at the solicitor's office? Come in.
Good afternoon, Nanny Simmons.
Sorry to interrupt your tea.
This was delivered by hand five minutes ago.
Thank you, Mr.
Bowles.
Yes, of course.
Tea, please, Randall.
Your principal wishes to advance negotiations began today in a manner satisfactory to all parties.
What's that supposed to mean? Is the letter addressed to me? Nanny Simmons, this is a private letter.
In this nursery, my girl, I decide what's private.
Can I help you, Weston? No, thank you Mr.
Fowler.
It's Gibbons, you see, so Young footman are notorious for their juvenile sense of humor, I'm afraid.
They means no harm as a rule but in your position, I would take steps to establish a firm line.
What do you mean? A line between acceptable teasing and taking liberties, Lydia.
Oh, right.
Well, you really had me going for a minute, Mr.
Fowler.
He's awful with those stories, this Gibbons.
Mr.
Fowler? Ah, Fowler.
We're off now.
I won't detain you long.
As most of you know Mrs.
Hutchinson and I had intended to leave for India at the end of the summer.
However, circumstances dictate that I now must take up my posting at the earliest possible moment.
Therefore, we shall be departing for Southampton tomorrow and sailing from there first thing on Monday morning.
As it's a relatively short posting of one year, we have decided that Master Albert should remain here and that the households would function as normal.
We have every confidence that things will run smoothly under Mr.
Bowles' supervision, and our solicitor Mr.
Thorndike here is authorized to deal with any queries or problems that may arise during our absense.
That is all.
On behalf of the household staff, sir, may I wish you and Mrs.
Hutchison on a splendid voyage and the very best of good fortunes in your new appointment.
Thank you.
I didn't say I didn't want to go.
I merely said I was little surprised by your sudden affection for the Hutchinsons.
I've always enjoyed her company.
Besides, you'll enjoy the gardens at the club.
Edward, I want a word with you.
Oh yeah, what about? You lied to me.
You're not a spy, at all, are you? How you regard the Kings dinner, George? Oh, it'll be quite jolly.
Lord Chief Justice told me he'd never peeled a potato in his life.
but it's more symbolic, I suppose.
You know the highest in the land, dishing out supper to the lowest.
Absolutely right and proper.
I will be a wrench for Mrs.
Hutchinson to leave the boys, surely.
More of a wrench to seeing popping off with cholera or beri beri or whatever.
No place for nippers, India.
No.
Let's just hope that the lowest in the land don't see it as an excuse for idle mockery.
Well, I shall don a pinafore and wield a ladle with a stout heart and if anyone cares to laugh at me, they're jolly welcome to.
Of course, it will suit Mrs.
Hutchinson down to the ground.
She's been dying to be a (unknown) for years.
Would you excuse me a moment? Mrs St.
John.
A delightful surprise.
Captain Mason.
Ah, Captain John Hardy.
This is Mrs.
St.
John.
Madame.
Frightful bounder, this one.
Promised me a horse race in the park tomorrow afternoon and now tells me has be on duty or some such nonsense.
I should have to race on my own now, shant I? In which case, you'll be certain to win, won't you? Let us hope so.
But you said No, no, no.
Now look.
You're the one said I was a spy, all right, not me.
What were you doing in the storeroom? Are you trying to steal things? Excuse me, Master Tom.
I have my duties to attend to.
I want to know! If you don't tell me, I'll tell papa about your hiding.
We can't talk here.
Right.
Come with me.
Miss Randall, your conversation of yesterday led Lady Harmonsworth to understand that you'd approached the question of her grandson in a rather simplistic way.
She would consider adopting Billy as a legal heir? If terms can be arranged that are acceptable to all sides.
Well, she can't cut me out of his life.
Nobody needs know I'm his mother but I have to be near him.
Miss Randall, Lady Harmonsworth has Billy's best interests at heart.
If your presence contributes to his welfare, she'll go along with that.
Well, she never did before.
She wasn't a lonely, frightened, old woman before.
I propose that Miss Thomas and myself take young Billy to Lady Harmonsworth at her hotel allow her to satisfy herself that it is indeed her grandson, and then return him to you in no more than a couple of hours.
Now, perhaps tomorrow would be suitable if you can make the afternoon available? I'm not sure.
Miss Randall, you have my word that all will be conducted with absolute propriety.
I shall be personally responsible for Billy's safety.
I'm good with children, Miss Randall.
I'll see he comes to no harm.
You took my place as her new lady's maid? That's right.
How do you get on with her? I'm thick-skinned.
It helps.
Give me a piece of paper.
I'll write down the address.
No skin off my nose if the old man wants to go on jonifications.
You're look after me, won't you? Indeed Master Hugh.
Your trunk's in your room, sir.
Riley's unpacking it for you now.
Oh, Riley's still here, is she? Good to know.
Don't go away.
I've got something for you.
An anarchist track from the Paris revolutionaries.
Should be just up your street, ay Fowler? and something a little more pictorial for you.
Most thoughtful, sir.
My pleasure.
Right.
Nice to see you both.
I'll go off and say hello to Riley.
Cheeky.
What does he think I am? A servant.
I'm gonna ban jam rolly polly between April and September.
What Nanny wants, Nanny gets.
Mrs.
McClusky, has Tom been down here? I sent him down ages ago to fetch the makings for peppermint creams.
What? You done and lost him? I've searched the entire house.
He didn't go out through here.
We wouldn't have let him do that, dear.
Not on his own.
Oh, lord, what time are the Master and Mistress due home? Not for a bit yet, I shouldn't think.
You look in the master's study, we'll search down here.
He's bound to be somewhere.
I've never done this before.
No, and you'll never do it again without me holding onto you.
Understood? Understood.
Thank you.
Welcome.
So, we friends then? I didn't mean to be horrid.
Yeah, my fault for telling fibs.
When your somewhere you shouldn't be, you say the first thing that comes in your head, sometimes, don't you? Especially because I was scared.
Scared? Yeah.
Being caught hiding in a strange house.
But you knew you were going to have a job here.
It was only a bit out in the cold for one night, even if you did break in.
Even so.
I think it's awful that people don't have beds to go to.
Is your bed here alright? It's just fine.
Listen Tom.
You've been very nice to me but I still like you keep all of this under your hat.
if that's all right.
And I you to keep this place under your hat.
Nobody knows I come here.
Only you.
Spit and shake They're back.
What? You sure? They're early.
You gonna tell them? Don't see I have any choice.
Look after Harriet, please.
What rhymes with May? Thomas St.
John.
Where on earth have you been? I've you been looking everywhere for you.
I've spent the last hour and thirty minutes.
Been worried half to death.
Hey, hey, hey.
He's here now.
Don't frighten the boy.
Don't frighten the boy? What do you think he's been doing to me for the last two hours? A moment ago, it was an hour and thirty minutes.
Don't you split hairs with me.
It's not funny! I was just about to tell the Master and Mistress.
Yeah, alright.
Alright.
Sorry.
Just calm down.
Where did you find him? We wasin there.
The boy was showing me his old toys.
I looked in there 20 minutes ago.
Then we were probably in the garden.
Look, I haven't had time to find my way around half the house.
I found them in the scullery and I was going to show him the stables.
Don't go on at him.
It's my fault, not his.
Go to the nursery, please Tom.
Your sister's been most anxious about you as well.
Hey.
I'm sorry you were worried.
He's a boy.
Let him off the leash a bit.
I'm not paid to let my children off the leash.
I'm paid to look after him and I will do it as I see fit.
Yeah, I'm sure you will.
Poor little blighters.
Boo! Gibbons, you You're not Gibbons.
No, I know.
What are you doing giving me frights like that for? Sorry, Nanny.
I couldn't resist it.
Well, make more of an effort next time, if you please.
Yes.
New here, are you? Yes, Nanny.
Well, I'll let it go this time seeing that you're new but don't you try taking liberties with me again.
No, Nanny.
and don't think telling anyone I was peeking where I shouldn't either.
No, alright, I won't.
So, it wasn't about your reference then? No Is there anything I can do? I only wish there were.
Well, you could look after Bertie for me tomorrow, that would help at bit.
Ya, of course.
Well, Mr.
Bowles says I don't have to put up with it so I 'm not going to and that's that.
I know you all think I'm countryfied but I'm learning very fast indeed.
So, Hannah, which Kings dinner are you going to? I'm not going to any.
Do any you want come on our street? Be fun Proper dinner, mug of beer, a bit of the sing song.
It's all free.
It'll be a laugh.
I can't really.
Of course, you can.
Matty will be there, won't you doll? Yeah, I will.
Come on.
We'll make a party of it.
Well, I'd like that.
Come on, Hannah we'll all go.
I think Hannah might have other things to attend to.
Her family's going abroad tomorrow.
There'll be lots to do.
Oh, never mind.
We can still go there, can't we? Hello.
How'd you? What are you doing? Come on.
See? The finest treasures of the Orient, Nanny.
It's just a lot of old pots Oh, very pretty pots and all that but just pots.
I thought it was going to be something extraordinary but Thank you very much for showing me.
Best get these back to the nursery.
You stupid girl! Oh, no, it couldn't have been very valuable, could it? So, you're not too sad about mama and papa going away for a bit then? No, I've still got you.
And me.
Everything will be perfectly alright while your parents are gone.
Wash your hands for dinner now, please, Master Albert.
Off you go.
Well, what happened.
Now that they've found you, will you go back and housekeep for your Uncle? Oh, I don't think so.
I'd much rather stay here.
Oh, by the way, Mrs.
St.
John has invited Master Albert over to spend the day with Tom and Harriet tomorrow to cheer him up.
So, may I take day off? After Master and Mistress have left, naturally.
A stupid joke on my part, father and it went dreadfully wrong.
I can only apologize.
How did you get in? I took the spare key from the pantry.
Shung.
Over 3,000 years old.
Lydia.
It's not the girl's fault.
I told you.
Lydia, please take Ivo back to the nursery.
His Lordship will speak with you later.
Fowler, can you help Lydia upstairs? I always did know how to make an entrance, aye pa? You're a complete ass, you.
Always were.
Welcome home.
I don't know if you'll be dismissed.
When you go down to see his Lordship, you'll tell the truth and shame the devil.
You admit to folly and insolence and apologize with humility.
But it was Lord Hugh.
Master Hugh is a young gentleman of the house.
Now go along.
Actuially Connie, even the ancient Chinese sometimes threw rotten pots.
It wasn't that special.
The value is not the point.
The point is that Hugh took advantage of a young girl's ignorance of naivety to make a fool of her.
Now you two may laugh it off but how do you think she's feeling right now? I held up my hands.
What more do you want? I want you to make it right with her.
What were you saying yesterday about the highest in land having a duty of service to the lowest? Well, how is she to recognize value unless it's taught to her? Weston is waiting in the tea, sir.
Is she now? Rightio, thank you.
I won't be a tick.
Not a Republican, are we Connie? [Music] Be the very best of boys for mama.
Everything's safe in your capable hands, what.
That's the spirit.
[Music] There was a young lady from Hyde, Who ate a green apple and died, While her lover lamented, The apple fermented, and made cider inside her inside.
That's my boy.
Was that piece had broke really 3,000 years old? Only it didn't look like much.
Well, this particular Chinese emperor used to eat off rough clay plates that were made that morning and broken that night to stop any lesser mortal using them.
Well, there's a thing.
The trick is, Weston, never judge a book by its cover.
I think that's what we all need to remember from this little episode.
Yes, sir Nor a pot by its color.
Jove, yes, that's the ticket.
You seem to know an awful lot about history and that, sir.
Everyone has something they're good at.
Yes, that's what Nanny Collins says.
That's where I first heard it.
I'm certainly more at home among ancient pots than cooking pots, I'll tell you that.
I'm preparing dinner for a hundred people this evening.
I'm quite out of my depth.
No, no that's what I'm good at, see.
Been making Irish suppers since I was 10.
Meat and potato pie, the lot.
Have you, by jove.
What happened, girl? Have you been dismissed? Look, I'll talk to him.
I can't be expected to manage on my own at such short notice.
I'm not being dismissed.
First, he showed me around the China room so I wouldn't need to be curious anymore.
Oh? And then, he said I could make up for the breakage by helping him and all the other lords make a big supper down on East End tonight.
Oh.
I don't know what to say.
Oh, my heart would be so bruised.
Not as sore as yours, of course.
But on the other hand to think of Billy grown up as a great Lord with everything his heart desires as with you and me with an easy life.
It's hard to say no.
That's just it, isn't it.
I don't know what to do.
Let's play a game.
Yes, let's play a game.
Make it easier.
Pretend Billy is his father and imagine in your head whatever your William said about family, school, all things.
And then see if you'd like it for Billy.
He said that if I was the first person to ever say I love you.
I can't.
I can't do it, Mrs.
B.
Goodbye, easy life.
I have no excuses Harry, I simply lost my nerve.
It just let me seem so cold and calculating.
Not treacherous? To you? To your husband.
I'm ashamed to say that wasn't the first thought in my mind.
Don't laugh at me, Harry I'm not.
Matter of fact, I'm smiling with relief.
I didn't like the idea of severing relations quite yet.
I seem to have got rather attached, Victoria.
Is it so wrong to hanker after a little romance? Now, my dear, it is not.
But you have to forgive me.
I tend to go like a bull at a gate.
Get out of the habit of being tender.
I feel very foolish.
I think you're a delight.
Just wait here, will you.
We won't be long.
So, I'm ever so sorry but I shan't be able to come with you tonight.
I should think not.
Not if you're hob knobbing with all the big wigs.
That' really exciting for you, Lydia.
Do you know where you'll be? St.
Marks Hall, Inkomin Street.
Nine mums.
What? What are you laughing? What have I done wrong now? I'm so sorry to have dragged you all the way down here just to say I've changed my mind.
Well, better now than when it's too late, Miss Randall.
That's the way the tragedies are made.
Well, no matter how hard it is for me and Billy, I can't part with him.
Well, I can't say I blame you.
I wouldn't part with him if he was mine.
I wish you the best of fortune.
Thank you.
Your cake, speciality of Poland.
How splendid.
I won't, thank you.
You sure? May I? Of course.
Oh, he could take as much of that as you can give him.
I take him out to see all flags and he, He waves his little hand.
Shall we go and look at all the pretty flags? Shall we? Well, what do you think? Splendid.
It's my mother's recipe.
For what it's worth, Miss.
Randall, I think you have made the right decision.
Afternoon, we out, China? Hello, skipper.
Tom, you two upstairs please.
I'll take Bertie.
Bye Bertie.
I would be most grateful if you kept your slang to yourself in the future.
Afternoon, Nanny.
Such a fine day.
I really must get back to Berkeley Square, Mrs.
B, or they'll wonder where I've got to.
Miss Thomas and I will take you in the cab.
Thank you.
Enjoy your Kings dinner tonight.
I have excellent appetite.
Lily, did you see a young lady with a baby passing by? What? In a fancy gray frock? That's her.
Well, she just got in a big carriage at the end of the street.
Why? I swear, I was not party to this.
Where is my baby? The Halifax train leaves St.
Pancras on the hour.
You can manage without Lydia this evening, Mrs.
Collins.
Perfectly well.
Thank you, your Ladyship.
You sure you won't join your father for the Kings dinner, Hugh? Lord, no.
You put up new wallpaper, Connie Do you object? No, why on earth should I? If anyone is going to accompany Pa at an outing, it should be you.
One mearly feels that it should take longer than a few weeks to earn such favor.
Mama would never have allowed a nursemaid to get Americans have such strange ideas sometimes, don't you think? I should never have trusted her.
I should never have allowed you to.
Ain't even been peeled yet.
Apparently, the woman who was organizing this side of things has gone down with colic.
Wow Let's get on with it then, haven't we? What is it? Why have we stopped? The streets are all up for the party.
We're just seeing someone off.
Ain't you gonna come in, Mrs.
B? It's starting in a sec.
Not yet.
You go on.
At least come in and have your photograph took.
Might never have another chance.
Give me my baby.
Never.
Give him to me.
No, don't you understand? He's all I have Lady Harmonsworth This won't bring back your son.
Now, please.
William is gone and I am going to have to live with that for a lot longer than you are now give me my child.
No! Make her a contract.
Give her whatever she wants.
And I shall take that contract and I shall show it to everyone I can To the newspapers, dignitaries Do you really think Mr.
Scott would give it to you? No, I shan't give it to her.
I'll take it to the papers myself.
and I suspect I know a great many more influential editors that Miss Randall does.
Another two minutes, your Lordship, and drain in the sink, mash them, and put in a bit of butter about the size of a coxes orange pippen.
Is there any salt on the table? Don't think so.
Best put in another teaspoon, I think.
Right you are, Weston.
And how are the carrots, your Lordship? Five minutes and we'll be there.
Save some for me, hey.
Of course.
My best girl is Lydia.
Oh, go on with you.
Could we have that lovely young lady up on stage with the band, do you think? [Applause] Hannah! How long did her Ladyship say the journey was? As long as it takes, Clarissa.
Mrs.
Bronowski was my landlady when I first came to London.
She's been very kind to me.
How do you do? Hannah is so stupid.
She takes my only grandchild for walking doesn't come back for hours and hours.
Ritchie Scott.
I'm an old friend of the family.
Mrs.
Bronowski's family.
How do you do? So, Richie let's take a place before there is no place left.
Everything alright? Yes.
Right.
Everyone raise your glasses please.
Now, a rousing cheer of God Save the King.
After three.
Everybody ready? Who's smiling? One, two, three.
God Save the King.