Berkeley Square (1998) s01e06 Episode Script

When the Bough Breaks

1 Jos Carrera for his beautiful bride @JosC on Gab.
Com Oh, what's wrong, Bertie? It's Charlie, he won't wake up.
It's still early.
No, you've got to come quickly.
Alright.
Nothing to worry about, Bertie.
If I'm awake, he should be too.
He's a baby.
He needs more sleep than you do.
What's wrong? Why don't you wake him? I can't.
If you want it the day off, you should have asked.
It's Corination Day.
I've arranged for it.
Oh, and I've got to look after the children, I suppose.
You'll go down to the park.
It'll be easy.
You should have seen me at him.
He looked the right state.
Morning, Ned.
Pringle.
Matty.
Yes.
It's me.
May I come in? I'm getting dressed.
I'll be down presently.
Right.
What's going on? You should be up and dressed by now.
Nanny Simmons Don't Nanny Simmons me.
Get up your backside or get the boy Bertie found him.
He must have just passed away in his sleep.
I don't believe it.
Nanny Simmons! What have you done to him? He hasn't done anything.
What is wrong with you? He's just a little boy.
He killed him.
Oh don't be so ridiculous.
It weren't me.
Gods truth.
Not a drop had gone past his babys lips in the last 24 No one is blaming you.
Charlie just died.
He just died! I'm gonna look after Bertie.
You better inform Mrs.
Sanders.
Not me! I've already had one baby die on me.
It's not so easy to explain.
But it's not your fault.
The won't believe me.
They have to be told.
Kippers, ma'am? Just tea.
You alright? You look a little off-color.
Yes, I am a little.
Well, before Potter whisks you off in a stretcher, take a look at this.
What is it? Catalog from Purdy's.
My first thing.
Thought we better kit out young Tom, for Devon, the Lamson-Scribener shoot.
Oh, of course.
Victoria, what's wrong? I suddenly feel quite faint.
Want to send for Dr.
Elliott? No.
I just need to rest.
If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go back to bed.
Well, what about luncheon? You go.
Alone? You can't let them down.
And tonight, the Lamson-Scribener's ball? We'll have to see.
Mrs.
Simmons.
What are you doing? I'm sorry, I Bowles, who's making that racket out there? It's Nanny, mum.
Oh good, send her in.
Oh, it's you? What do you want? Its, um It's a matter of some delicacy, miss.
Yes? Well, I I don't really know how to put it My dear woman, if you have something to say, then please just say it.
Sorry, sir.
I wasn't looking.
You should be more careful.
Yes, sir.
Not so fast.
I want a word with you.
Don't be scared.
I just want you to know I think you've been a very sensible girl.
Pardon me? Keeping that pretty mouth shut? And as long as it stays that way, we'll have nothing to worry about, will we? No, sir.
Good girl.
Well, off you go then.
Yes, sir.
Now you stay here read your book and I'll be back as soon as I can.
Paulie, you haven't seen Nanny Simmons, have you? Good morning, Randall.
Miss.
Where on earth have you been? Miss? I told that dreadful creature Simmons to send you down.
I haven't seen her.
That woman's impossible.
Babbles on about nothing then the one thing I asked her to do, she forgets.
Isabelle! Coming, Aunt.
Come to my room later it's the Lamson-Scribener ball tonight and I want to look just right.
I believe a certain Guardsman might be there.
See you later.
Nanny Simmons? So, what are you gonna do? Same as the rest of London.
Go to the parade and get drunk.
It's alright for some, isn't it? Look, until this thing blowblows over, you've got to keep a low profile.
Yes, mum.
Hello.
Hey.
Is Cook around? No.
It's her day off.
I see.
Well, thanks.
Where are you going? Never you mind.
Hey, hold on.
I got you something.
Oh, how nice.
You sure you don't want to give them to the other girls? Yeah, I'm sure.
Look, what you're doing this afternoon? I'm taking the children to the park.
Ah.
Why'd you ask? Just thought you might want to do something, that's all.
Well, you're quite welcome to come along with us, if you like.
Oh, I don't know.
Not so sure if I can.
Well, it's up to you.
I'm sure the children would love to see you there.
You said you wouldn't be long.
I know.
I'm sorry.
You've been a very brave boy.
Why didn't you give Charlie medicine? I didn't know he was ill.
You should have.
You should have protected him.
I couldn't.
You could.
You could have saved him.
I can't save anyone.
You mean me, don't you? Bertie I'm not talking about you.
Who then? Just a baby, another baby.
What baby? It doesn't matter.
Its not you I can't save, it's him.
I don't understand.
Who is this baby? Why should you help him? Randall, why should you help him? Because he's mine.
He's my baby.
I shouldn't have said that, Bertie.
It's a secret.
Do you understand a secret? Why? Because it's not allowed.
Why not? It just isn't? Is he not nice? Oh, he's very nice.
But he's sick? No, he's not sick but people round him are.
Well, why don't you ask you rescue him? I can't.
But you can't let him die too? Bertie, he has nowhere else to go.
He could come and stay here.
No.
We could beg Nanny Simmons.
Nanny Simmons is gone.
Gone? What, forever? I think so.
Well then, he can come, can't he? Bertie I want to, I want to more than anything else.
But I can't bring my baby here.
I just can't.
You can sleep in Charlie's bed.
I'd never be allowed.
We could pretend.
Pretend what? Pretend he was Charlie.
So you could look after us both and never go away.
You don't know what you're saying, Bertie.
Yes, I do.
We'd be lying.
You wouldn't be able to tell anyone.
I know.
It would be a secret.
It would be our secret.
I feel beastly leaving you like this.
Oh, don't worry about me.
I just need to rest.
I could stay.
Keep you company.
Darling, I won't have your day ruined because of me.
Now, please just go and enjoy yourself.
You'll be back soon.
Very soon.
And bring my new brother.
Yes.
Then he'll be safe, won't he? And you have your baby and I'll have my brother.
Listen Bertie.
This is our secret, remember? Nobody else must know.
Hannah? Excited about tonight? Tonight? Fireworks? You and the girls? I can't.
I thought I'm sorry, Jack, I just can't.
It will just be for a few hours.
He'd be good as gold.
But its Pringles day off.
I've got all three of them to look after.
Please, Maddy.
What about Nanny Simmons? She can't.
Why not? She's run off.
Run off? Why? Please, Maddy, don't ask me so many questions.
Just take Bertie for a few hours.
Not until you tell me what's going on.
Charlie's dead.
He died in the night.
Simmons just panicked and disappeared and I'm all on my own.
No, you're not.
I'll look after Bertie.
I can't tell anyone.
Doesn't he know? Yes, he knows but nobody else must.
You have to promise me that.
I don't understand.
Hannah, I'm your friend.
You can trust me.
And I am your friend so, please, just trust me.
Nanny Collins informs me you're going to the fireworks tonight.
Yes, sir.
Meeting some secret admirer, no doubt.
No, I'm just going with the girls.
Hmm, well, I was thinking of going myself.
I might pop in and check up on you.
Sir, I swear it's just a bit of fun with the other nannies.
We'll just have to wait and see, won't me? Lydia! Jack, you scared the living daylights out of me.
Sorry.
You still coming tonight? No, I can't.
Hey, what's the matter with everyone? Thought it was all arranged? I'm sorry, really.
Hey, you alright? Fine.
Was he bothering you? No! Lydia, I just saw him.
Besides, Maddy's told us all about it.
Oh, did she? I expect the whole world knows now.
Hey, slow down a moment.
I can't.
I've got to get back.
Lydia.
Please just leave me alone.
Limehouse! Mason? Ah, yes.
The porter will show you to your room.
Come in.
My dear.
Bertie? Why don't you have a go? No, thank you.
Good shot.
Ned! Now, close one eye and aim high.
That's what I always do.
Ned, you'll take me on this, won't you, won't you? Oh, I don't know about that? Oh please? Nanny, what do you think? Oh, it's up to you.
Please? Alright, I suppose so.
What a pleasant little room.
It's not exactly the Ritz.
Doesn't have to be, does it? What should we drink to? The King? The King.
I'm not a whore, you know.
I know.
Well, this is nice, to see six of us out for a quiet stroll.
What's wrong with the boy? Is he sick? No, he's not sick.
He's just sad.
About what? Don't know.
You worried about him, though? Yeah, a bit.
He'll get over whatever it is.
Don't let it ruin your day.
He isn't.
He should but he just isn't.
Bertie, where you going? Home.
Oh, Hannah.
How excited I am.
I thought I'd spend the coronation alone.
Now we have the whole family.
What's wrong? Oh dear.
I must be getting back before I missed.
You should go back soon, too.
Not yet.
It's getting late.
He'll be home from his luncheon expecting to find his devoted wife asleep in her sick bed, as she belongs.
I belong here with you.
I don't want to go back.
You have to.
I can't bear it.
When can I see you again? Tonight, of course.
The Lamson-Scribener's.
You know what I mean? Soon, I'll write you a note.
We don't need notes in Devon.
I shall come to your room in the afternoon.
It may not be that easy.
We'll find a way If you want to.
You bring dead baby in my house.
What is it you are doing? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I don't know, I don't know! You can't exchange one baby for another.
This of his parents? They're away.
Not forever.
He was tiny when they left.
They never even looked at him.
Oh come, you can't do this.
Well, I can't leave Billy here.
You think I don't look after the boy? Of course I do.
It's not enough! Take the baby back.
Take the baby back.
Billy will be okay.
And how long before I walk through that door and find Billy stretched out cold on that table and I won't risk it.
You've done more than I could have expected.
You have to understand, when I saw Charlie this morning, I knew exactly exactly how I'd feel if I lost Billy.
I won't let that happen.
I don't know, Hannah.
I suppose if I still had my little one, I'd do the same.
She'll be back soon, won't she? I hope so.
She will.
I know she will.
Excuse me.
Sir, you dropped this.
Ta.
You go now.
I can't.
Of course, you can.
I take care of everything.
How? Oh, I know what I'm doing.
I'll take Charlie to a nice place.
He'll be peaceful.
Oh, everything will be alright.
I'm so sorry.
Be strong.
Have a good life.
You take him now.
We'll be back very soon.
Just go.
Go! No, I'm alright.
Thank you, Potter.
What do you think? You look lovely, quite lovely.
What's wrong? Your diamonds, my dear.
Your diamonds.
Get up! Hold on.
Here, take it.
Don't your money.
What? If you feel the itch so bad, bed a whore.
But don't you ever lay a hand on Lydia again.
Get out of my way.
I said, get out of my way.
Lord and Lady Tolbert, my brother-in-law, the Duke of Wilton.
Mr.
Arnold St.
John.
How do you do? You're coming down with the chute, are you? That's right, yes.
Good, are you? Not as good as you, I'm sure.
Well, my damn good blasted eye is completely gone.
Well, I knew a fellow once had a glass eye.
Magnificent shot.
Really, what was his name? I forget.
I believe he was a Frenchman.
Oh, well, that explains it.
They do things differently over there.
Lady McGlashon and the Honorable James McGlashon.
Mrs.
St.
John.
Lady Lamson-Scribener.
What a marvelous party.
Thank You.
Captain Mason.
How delightful to see you again? Pleasure's all mine.
If you'll excuse me.
Of course.
So tell me, Captain, how have you spent Coronation Day? Company of a most delightful lady.
Oh really? Is she beautiful? Unbearably.
How can you bear to be apart from her? In the future stick to your own.
Great evil must the soul have done that is cast into this shape.
"I hate all snakes" said Kim.
No native training - Rudyard Kipling for Children Bertie, where are you going? Nanny's back.
I just saw her.
But wait, Bertie.
I'll take him.
Randall.
A word.
I can't stop, Mr.
Bowles.
Where is Nanny Simmons? I don't know.
She's cleared out her room.
What? She's cleared it out.
Vanished.
She didn't say anything? No, Mr.
Bowles.
Well, I don't know what to think.
Very well.
You will be in charge.
At least until we get this mess sorted out.
It's more like his father every day, poor devil.
If you're fully booked, Miss Hutchinson, I shall throw myself on the ground and allow myself to be trampled underfoot.
No need for that, I'm sure.
There.
Mason, Mason, Mason.
How's that? Perfect.
Now, I want you to tell me all about this shooting party.
It seems I'm the only one here who has been invited.
Miss Hutchinson.
Mrs.
St.
John.
How nice to see you.
Enjoying the evening? Very much.
I've been trying to persuade Captain Mason to forgo the pleasures of the country for those of the town.
Have you succeeded? Well, I'm not sure.
You know men.
They hate to miss out on a chance to bag a few birds.
Having second thoughts about Devin, Captain? Not second thoughts, exactly.
You see.
He hasn't decided.
I may still win him over.
Good God.
Bertie, come here.
See how sweet he is? Sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.
I brought him back.
He was mad to see you.
Thank you.
You alright? Yes, we're fine.
Well, I'll be off then.
Good night.
Night.
Shh, little one.
Do you want to touch him? Hello Charlie.
Do you like him? He's not exactly the same as the old Charlie but he seems very nice.
They asleep? Did you see her? Yeah.
And what did she say? About what? Today.
Nothing.
She didn't say anything? May, I was only there for a minute but it was all tears and a lit one was crying.
What? The baby was crying.
I was just walking through the park and they came out of nowhere.
Jumped me.
Took my damn wallet.
How many of them were there? Three or four.
Big fellows, too.
Outrageous.
We'll call for the police.
No, I don't want to make a fuss.
Hugh, you have been brutally assaulted.
These men need to be caught and locked up.
It was too dark.
I'd never recognize them.
Still, I prefer it if the matter were at least reported.
Constance, I absolutely insist you say no more about it.
I mean, for God's sake, I've taken harder knocks at school.
Bertie, I'll be back in a minute.
Better go in there.
What is going on? Shh Hannah, I want to know.
It's better if you don't know.
You told me that Charlie was dead.
How could you tell such a terrible lie? It's not a lie.
I just saw him.
That's not Charlie.
What? The baby in there isn't the Hutchinson's.
He's mine.
I'll be out in a moment, my dear.
Brandy? Why not.
Looks like you'll be missing the party, old boy.
Can't be helped.
Tell me something, man-to-man, this trouble, was there a woman involved? Yes, there was actually.
I thought so.
Well, I hope you gave these fellows as good as you got.
I think I acquitted myself fairly well.
And the woman? Is that the end of the matter? Oh, no.
Just the beginning.
Enjoy your dance, Captain? Most pleasant.
I was most disappointed to hear that you might not be coming to Devon.
Oh, I probably shall.
You mean if nothing more amusing turns up.
I do have my duties, detective.
It may be a problem getting away.
Funny, you didn't think to mention it earlier.
I have other things on my mind.
Indeed.
Actually more it seems.
Victoria, I was just humoring the girl.
I see.
Do you really think I'd exchange the possibility of a weekend next the woman I adore for the prospect of tea with a bunch of eager young ladies? No, I wouldn't have thought so.
There we are then.
I'll get you a drink.
I still think we should bring in the police.
I wouldn't my dear.
A case of romantic rivalries and theft.
What do you mean? It seems as a woman involved, some other fellows wife, I should wonder.
I see.
And that's acceptable, is it? A little bit of harmless fun, my dear.
I don't call deceit and adultery harmless, George.
Constance.
You may tolerate this kind of behavior in Hugh, but if you think I'm gonna let you raise Ivo in the same way, then you are very much mistaken.
Don't you see? I had to save my child.
And what about Charlie? Or don't you care about him? Of course, I do.
But there was nothing else I could do for him.
He deserves a decent burial.
He'll get one.
How? How is this Mrs.
Bronowski going to have him buried? Would it be a proper Christian service? Will his parents' be there? No.
I don't know.
Of course, you don't.
You won't even think about it.
She'll take care of it.
Oh, really? And what are you gonna tell the Hutchinsons? Nothing.
Nothing? Wouldn't you want to know if your child had died? Oh, what difference would it make? Would you want to know? Yes, yes, of course I would.
You've done a terrible thing, Hannah.
You can go on and on with your accusations, Maddy.
But the fact is, if I had the choice now, I would do exactly the same.
I love my baby, Maddy.
I want him to be safe.
You have committed a crime Oh, and it wouldn't be a crime to let Billy rot away in some squalid baby farm and end up dying from the typhoid.
Please, please try and understand, if you were in my position, if you had your own baby, you'd do the same.
You would do exactly the same.
No, I don't care what you say.
It's wrong.
Charlie is dead.
His parents have to know.
That's too late.
I'd been locked up and Billy'd be taken away.
Hannah, you have to do the right thing.
I am doing the right thing.
You must report it.
No.
You have to.
I won't, will you? Well, will you? We must be the only ones in London that aren't out celebrating.
Maddy? What's wrong? Nothing.
What happened? What'd she say? I thought I knew her.
I thought she was straight, a good person.
Tell me what happened? I can't.
Why not? I just can't.
Don't you trust me? Yes, yes I do.
Of course I do.
Me.
I'll get rid of her.
What's wrong? It's the police.
Why don't you answer it? You go.
What? If they ask for me, you never heard of me, you never seen me.
Maddy, please.
Trust me.
Just do it.
You took your time.
Sorry, Constable.
What can I do for you? I want to talk to Mrs.
McClusky.
I believe she works here.
She's out.
Right.
Well, when do you expect her? Late.
We're looking for her son, Ned.
I don't suppose you've seen him around.
Big bloke, good-looking type.
I don't know anyone of that name.
He doesn't call himself McClusky.
Goes by stepfathers name.
Jones, Ned Jones.
Sorry, I don't know him.
Alright.
Well, we'll come back tomorrow then.
Thanks anyway.
Wait.
This, uh, Ned Jones.
What's he done? Murder, miss? He's wanted for murder.
Maddy.
Don't touch me.
I can explain.
Please, just get away from me.
I'm not a murderer.
It was self defense.
You got believe me? Why should I? You'd been lying to me.
I had to.
Why, so you can hide out here? What would you've done if I told you? Hey, hey.
Maddy.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I haven't changed from five minutes ago.
Do you really think I can murder someone? I don't know.
I don't know what to think about anything anymore.
Stop worrying about what's right and wrong for a moment and think about what you feel.
I feel lied to and I feel dirty.
Maddy.
Get away from me.
Just leave me alone.