Gosford Park Page #10

you are all aware...

that, uh, Mr. Denton has

been playing a trick on us...

by posing as a valet.

Since Sir William

was aware of the plan,

it is not for me

or anyone else to criticise it.

However, it does leave us with some

adjustments to make for this evening.

Um, Arthur, you will take over

dressing Mr. Weissman.

That leaves us the problem of Mr. Novello, and

I really don't want to ask you, Mr. Probert.

- I don't mind, Mr. Jennings.

- Oh, no, no. You've got enough on your plate.

I'll do him, if you like.

Oh, that's very generous of you,

Mr. Stockbridge.

I suppose I could always

do it myself, of course.

It's no trouble.

It's only for a night or two.

Good. Splendid.

That's settled, then.

And I think we can leave Mr. Denton

to dress himself.

"The bastard's death

may have saved my bacon."

- What do you think he meant by that?

- Isn't it obvious?

Is it'?

Well, perhaps he meant that the

investment that Sir William had agreed...

would probably have to

be paid now... Sir.

What about that low shot that nearly

killed him that morning they were out?

- Sir.

- What is it?

We haven't dusted those things

for fingerprints yet.

Good.

Do you think that shot might have

been intended for Sir William?

- Well, it nearly took his ear off.

- Hmm.

Mm-hmm. Well, thank you, Mr. Barnes.

You've been most helpful.

Perhaps you'd be good enough to ask

Commander Meredith to join us just now.

You-You won't tell him what I said,

will you, Inspector Thomas?

Thompson.

It's Inspector Thom...

Never mind.

Just go and fetch him up, please.

Sir.

- We've only got this.

- I don't think mine's bothered. She hasn't got any black here.

We've got some new ones.

You're a lech. You know that?

- George?

- They're coming in a minute.

The dressing bell's just gone.

I'm going out of my mind.

I've read all my magazines twice.

You couldn't pinch something

out of the library for me?

I don't care if it's Horse and Hound,

as long as I haven't read it.

Well, we are honored.

In case you've forgotten,

this is the servants area, sir.

Yours is at the top of the stairs

behind that door, sir.

Barnes, it was just a...

- I wanted to explain.

- No explanation necessary, Mr. Denton.

If you'll excuse us, some of us have

got real work to do. Come on, Arthur.

The accent was a dead give away,

you know. We all knew.

Robert, I was just having fun.

Well, then perhaps you'd better enjoy

your fun in the drawing room, sir.

They're afraid you'll repeat things,

be indiscreet.

But I'm very discreet.

In Hollywood, that's what

I'm known for... my discretion.

Tell Rupert if you like.

He won't give you any money.

No, you're

completely misunderstanding me.

And Mummy wouldn't pay

five pounds to save me...

Oh, my poor darling.

Come here. Come on.

Look, please don't think that I'm

enjoying this. All I wanted was a job.

My checkbook's downstairs.

I'll give you a check after dinner.

I'm trying to find my man Parks.

Have you seen him?

Uh, no.

I've been with the police.

You look as if

you've had rather a pasting.

They kept on and on

about that low shot yesterday.

They wouldn't let it go.

- I told them it was nothing to do with me.

- I'm sure you did.

- But another time, Anthony,

try to be less greedy. Parks! - What?

Attend to Mr. Novello first.

I want a word with Her Ladyship.

Very well, milord.

- What?

- I saw you.

Of course it was an accident.

When a man is as short as you, it must be very

difficult to gauge the height of the birds.

- Mr. Meredith.

- Hmm?

You haven't seen Commander Meredith

anywhere, have you'?

- No. - He never came downstairs

and he's not in his room.

Mr. Jennings,

I've washed him and dressed him.

If he can't find his way to

the drawing room, it isn't my fault.

If you've finished with that,

go and see Mrs. Croft.

Oh, I-I'm so sorry, sir.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

No, no, no, please.

I'm just trying some of your jam.

I must be in your way.

No, no. No, no.

No bother.

What one is that, sir?

Um, it's raspberry.

October 31.

You might like to try the, um...

strawberry one.

Oh, is that strawberry?

Let's see.

Ah, yes.

Mmm.

You all right, sir?

Just been with

the inspector and...

I feel a little bruised.

Mmm.

Why is it, would you say, that some people

seem to get whatever they want in life?

Everything they touch turns to gold.

Whereas others

can strive and strive...

and have nothing.

I wonder, do you believe in luck?

Do you think some men

are lucky and...

some men just aren't and...

nothing they can do about it?

I believe in love.

Not just getting it Giving it.

I think as long as you can love

somebody, whether or not they love you,

then it's worth it, and...

That's a good answer.

Uh, I think I've got to go.

Must have finished dinner by now.

Thank you.

I thought the wine

was frightful tonight. Vile.

Jennings, old boy,

I'll have a bourbon.

We don't have bourbon.

We have ordinary Scotch or single malt.

Ordinary for me.

I'm just an American.

Who cares? We know you here.

Look, I understand that this is not an ideal

time, but I would like to see you again.

Mabel is so clever to travel light.

Why should one wear

a different frock every evening?

We're not in a fashion parade.

No, and I wouldn't want to be

Excuse me.

Difficult color, green.

- What did she say?

- Mmm. Very tricky.

- Isobel.

- Excuse me.

It sort of draws you.

I'll have another look at it.

Oh, how this tune

used to make me cry.

Certainly, sir.

Very good.

- I promise you I can pay back every penny.

- Just take it.

- Your bid.

- I must say,

your guests sleep in much more

comfortable beds than your servants.

Excuse me.

- What did Isobel give to you? What did Isobel give to you?

- Don't make a scene here.

- Ivor dear.

- No more lies, Freddie.

Would it be possible to play

something more cheerful?

We're all quite emotional enough

as it is.

- Give it to me.

- What?

Excuse me.

Freddie, stop all your lies.

If you don't give it to me,

I will scream this house down.

- You don't believe me, try me.

- Anthony, there you are.

- Where have you been?

- I...

- You know, you've missed dinner. We can organize a tray for you.

- I don't want anything.

Try buying yourself

a new frock with that.

- We gave up, Louisa dear.

- Oh. Right.

I'm so, so sorry.

Mmm, no coffee, George,

but I'll have a...

- Aah! - I do apologise, sir.

Can't imagine how that happened.

You son of a b*tch.

You did that on purpose!

Shall I fetch you a towel, sir?

Oh!

- Arthur.

- Oh, dear!

Clean this up, will you.

They were fishin' parts of her body out

the Thames from Richmond to Rotherhithe.

Some more tea, Constable?

I'll I take that.

Thank you, Bertha.

No head.

No hands.

- Unfortunately, the body had no distinguishing marks.

- What's the point in that?

- Won't it all be chucked out?

- I'll know I've left everything in good order.

That's all I can do for him now.

- Yeah, but he won't...

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