Albert Nobbs
- Evening, Mr. Nobbs.
- Miss Dawes.
- Good evening, Albert.
- Mrs. Baker, ma'am.
All right, girls,
no finger marks
on the knife blades, please.
What?
Well, Helen Dawes,
what are you grinning about?
Nothing, Mrs. Baker.
Sorry, Mrs. Baker.
Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Moore.
Your table awaits.
Thank you.
What sweet roses, Nobbs.
You always remember.
Madam.
- Milady.
- Good evening, Mrs. Baker.
Such a kind little man.
- Who?
- Nobbs.
Oh, right.
- You look gorgeous.
- Thank you.
What do you say,
the lamb or the beef?
Do you think we'll be able
to tell the difference?
Good evening.
Dr. Holloran.
Follow me.
There now.
Thank you.
Have the lamb, Dr. Holloran.
It will melt in your mouth.
The lamb it shall be, Duchess.
Sean, Dr. Holloran will take the lamb.
Yes, ma'am.
- Will you have the soup?
- I won't, thank you.
Sean.
- There's a stain on your tie.
- Ma'am?
Have a care, Sean.
Last week it was the jacket,
tonight the tie.
- Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry.
- Remember, there are hundreds,
hundreds of young men
walking the streets of Dublin
looking for work.
Young men, Sean.
Good man, Nobbs.
- Oh! Monsieur et Madame!
- Madame.
Toute suite, monsieur.
Patrick.
- My lordship.
- Mrs. Baker.
Terribly sorry.
I know. We're late,
just this once?
- We're simply famished.
- Of course.
Aubrey insisted we walk
all the way from Ballsbridge.
Well, milady, there's nothing
like a brisk walk
for giving a body an appetite.
Come along now,
your table is set and waiting.
Tell me, how is your mother,
dear Lady Yarrell?
Tip-top, Mrs. B, tip-top.
I certainly hope she will come
and visit us soon.
She'd be delighted, I'm sure.
So sorry, dear lady.
No bother at all, Mr. Smythe-Willard.
To be sure.
My friends, we do apologize.
Now, drinks.
Albert.
Bunny, you're a featherbrain.
No, he's not, he's brilliant.
Do your Clara Westfield.
Dudley, Dudley, call the brigade!
My hair's on fire!
My hair's on fire!
A long old day, Mr. Nobbs.
Well...
I wouldn't say no to a nightcap now,
sure I wouldn't.
Only I haven't a drop left, me self.
Good night, Mr. Casey.
Mr. Nobbs.
Half a crown from Mrs. Moore,
sixpence from the doctor,
tuppence...
Monsieur Pigot.
Thruppence, Mrs. Cavendish,
when I brought her stationery.
Another thruppence from what's-his-name,
the Viscount's friend.
Tenner from the Viscount
and another from his missus.
Two-and-six, and six and two is eight,
and three is eleven,
three is one-and-two,
six is one-and-eight,
six is two-and-two, that's...
four shillings, eight pence.
Ah, Mr. Gilligan, Madam, so good
to have had you with us again.
I hope your stay was satisfactory?
Yes. Perfectly fine. Thank you.
- For God's sake, man!
- I'm sorry, sir!
Look what you've done. You've ruined
my boots, defaced my luggage.
I've never seen such
blatant incompetence.
Are you all right, my dear?
Does that look all right to you?
Where's the manager?
Where's that fool Sweeney?
I'm very sorry, sir.
Yes, yes, everyone's sorry!
It's outrageous ineptitude.
Clean up the mess
you've made of my boots.
I won't patronize
this establishment again
and I will urge my friends
and acquaintances to do the same,
if you keep this man
in your employ.
Yes, Mr. Gilligan, sir.
- Dismiss him immediately.
- Sir, I was...
- Now!
- Yes, sir.
Fine.
Give us the marmalade there,
Mr. Donaghue.
- It's the marmalade.
- The marmalade, Patrick.
Will you pass the marmalade
to Mr. Casey?
Always on Tuesdays,
if I recall correctly.
Thank you, Mr. Nobbs.
- God, but isn't he a smasher?
- Who?
What's-his-name, the Viscount.
Not to mention rich,
young and handsome,
with money and land.
That's the kind of man I want.
I'll wear my new blouse
tonight and give him an eyeful.
Would you care for a tasty breast
of duck, my lord?
Pink and succulent,
just the way you like it.
That's right, lower yourself.
The likes of him will only take
advantage of a girl
and then leave her high and dry.
High, maybe, but I wouldn't say dry.
Now, girls, stop this tittle-tattling
and just get on
with your breakfast, please.
It's no trouble at all, mind you.
- Morning, all.
- Good morning.
Somebody didn't bring me
my wake-up cuppa.
Oh.
I'll have to lodge a complaint
with Mrs. Baker.
Morning, Nobbs.
Doctor.
Did you know we have
a lord and lady staying?
Is that so?
What do you think, any chance?
I'm sorry, there's nothing here.
I was two years in the Ardlane.
- Maybe you should have stayed there.
- Well, is there any...?
- Good morning, Nobbs.
- Hello, Nobbs.
Mistress Milly. Master George.
Bunny, breakfast.
Shall we wake the girls?
That hat's very important.
Be careful with that.
Katie, get those sheets
nice and clean, good girl.
Hey, are you the fella
for the boiler for us?
I'm a boiler man.
Well, you certainly took
Come on inside. Follow me.
Mrs. Baker, ma'am.
Albert, Mr. Hubert Page
is working in the morning
and he's come over
and asked us for a bed
so I've told him he can muddle in
with you for one night.
With... With me, ma'am?
Yes, Mr. Nobbs. With you.
- But...
- What?
What are you trying to say?
My bed is full of lumps.
Full of lumps?
Your bed was re-picked
and buttoned just six months ago.
What are you talking about?
So it was, ma'am, so it was.
But you see,
I'm a very light sleeper,
and me being sleepless
might keep Mr. Page awake.
I'm thinking he might be better off
on the sofa in the coffee room.
On the sofa in a coffee room?
I don't wish to be an inconvenience.
It's a fine night.
I'll keep me self-warm
with a sharp walk.
You'll do nothing of the kind,
Mr. Page.
Of course, Mrs. Baker.
If Mr. Page is pleased to share my bed,
he's welcome, I'm sure.
I should think so, indeed.
Right. That's settled then.
Mrs. Baker, ma'am, the man
about the boiler has just arrived.
Have you a letter from Holmans?
Holmans?
The plumbers? No.
I thought you said he was from Holmans?
Um, yes, I... Didn't they give you...
No, indeed.
I said nothing about Holmans.
- I thought you said they gave you...
- I said I know about boilers.
And do you...
know about boilers?
I do, ma'am.
I'm an apprentice boiler man.
Well.
Since you're here,
you might as well come
and have a look at the blessed thing.
Thank you, Polly.
Thanks, ma'am.
There, now.
It's the bane of our lives.
I'm depending on you to put
some manners on it.
We've our costume ball tomorrow
and it's of the utmost importance
that it's in full working order.
I'll do my best, ma'am.
Right then.
Good night, Mr. Mackins.
Dang.
Jesus.
You're a woman.
You won't tell on me,
will you, Mr. Page?
- I'm on my knees.
- Stop that! Get up!
I beg you.
You won't tell on me, Mr. Page.
Stop a poor woman
from making a living.
It would be the end of me!
I don't want to finish up
in the poorhouse!
- Stop blubbering.
- No, no, no!
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