Gosford Park Page #11

- Hey, leave him alone.

George has had his revenge on

Mr. Denton... hot coffee in the lap.

- Oh!

- Poor Mr. Denton.

Constable, I'm glad I caught you.

I assume the inspector won't keep everyone

beyond tomorrow, but I thought I'd better check.

- Well, we haven't spoke to all the servants yet, so...

- Ah, there you are, Dexter.

- Come on, we're going home.

- I was just asking how long our guests will be staying.

Mrs. Croft has meals to arrange, and I know

one of the housemaids is anxious to get away.

I don't think there's any need to worry about that.

I'm not interested in the servants.

Only people with a real connection

with the dead man.

I see.

Thank you.

- Do you have a light, Inspector?

- Yes.

Yes, I think we can let them

all go home, to be honest.

I've got their addresses, after all.

Constable Dexter will be here

tomorrow morning to confirm that.

Don't you worry.

It doesn't end here. Oh, no.

Whoever he is, I'll find him.

I always do.

Inspector. Your matches.

Yes. Thank you.

Uh, sir, I think

you'll find it's this way.

Well, yes, we could use this one.

There is, I think, a way out that way,

but, yeah, we'll take your way.

Ohh!

Beg your pardon, sir.

Just collecting

Mr. Nesbitt's shoes, sir.

I think you'll find these stairs

are the easiest way up, sir.

- Thank you, uh...

- George, sir.

George.

You naughty, naughty girl.

Poor bloke.

We were in the ironing room the other night

and one of the visiting maids walked in.

Must think I did it on purpose.

- You won't tell, will ya?

- I won't tell.

But you're lucky you're in the kitchen

and not under Mrs. Wilson.

She'd have sniffed you out

without any help from me.

Do you think

Sir William was in love with you?

Nah. I was a bit of fun, that's all.

And you?

I didn't love him.

I didn't mind him, but...

I liked the way he'd talk.

He'd only talk to me because

he was sick of her, but I liked it.

He used to say to me I could be anything

I wanted as long as I wanted it enough.

You're not sorry, then? Even after

the way things have turned out?

Nah, I'm not sorry.

It's time for a change.

Who knows'?

Could be the makin' of me.

What did he used to say?

Carpe diem. Seize the day.

What's up?

What did I say?

Where are you going?

Who is it?

What are you doing?

You'd better go back to your room.

You don't want to

get caught in here.

You didn't really dislike him, did you?

Not really.

At least not enough to kill him.

You can't have.

You didn't know him.

You'd have to hate him.

And why would you?

Can't a man hate his own father?

Sir William McCordle...

was my father.

He didn't know it,

but he was.

You said you were an orphan.

No, I didn't.

I said I grew up in an orphanage.

Not long before I left, a group of us

broke in to the warden's office one night

and took out our files.

I found my birth certificate.

Mother's name, father unknown.

Found this photograph.

And they had my admission form.

I was two days old.

Guess who brought me to the door.

- Robert, that doesn't mean that he...

- Yes, it does.

After that, I found out

she worked in one of his factories.

She wasn't the only one, apparently.

Either the authorities didn't know,

or they didn't want to know.

They took his babies...

and they took his money.

What happened to your mother?

She died.

Is that why you took the job

with Lord Stockbridge?

To get to Sir William?

To poison him?

I didn't poison him.

What?

I didn't poison him.

But then you didn't kill him.

Did you stab him?

Even if you did,

he was already dead.

And whoever did it must have known that.

No one could stab a corpse and not know it.

Really? When was the last time

you stabbed a corpse?

You really murdered him, then.

I don't know.

I don't care.

Ooh.

I've been wanting to do that

ever since I first set eyes on you.

Mr. Jennings?

Wilson!

Mrs. Wilson. Mrs...

Dorothy. I need your help.

Of course, Mrs. Wilson.

Are you all right?

- No one must see him like this.

- Ohh.

Help me.

- Mr. Jennings?

- Come on, Mr. Jennings.

Come on. Bedtime.

- All right, bedtime.

- No, this way. Come on, Mr. Jennings.

Bedtime, Mr. Jennings.

Bedtime now. Come on.

Where is r-r...

Where is my reference?

You'll get your reference. Into bed now.

Into bed.

- Aah!

- Watch him. Watch him.

Take his trousers off, Dorothy.

I couldn't do that, Mrs. Wilson.

I couldn't do that.

Take his trousers off.

Come on.

- Come on.

- Dorothy.

Who is it?

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

- Sorry for what?

I'm supposed to get the fire lit

without waking you.

Why does everyone treat me as if

I were one of these stupid snobs?

I spent half the week

downstairs with all of you.

You can't be on both teams

at once, sir.

It's official.

They're off after breakfast.

Thank God for that.

What about him?

He's going too,

as soon as he's seen Mr. Jennings.

Are you all right, Mrs. Croft?

You sound a bit funny.

Oh, just too many fags, that's all.

They'll be the death of me.

Here, you finish it.

- Did you tell the police any of that

stuff in the end'? - I did not.

I'm sorry if I shock you, but the plain

fact is, he only got what he deserved.

There.

I've said it.

I can't stop thinkin'

about those girls.

- The ones that got, you know...

- Well, I'm not surprised, the way you carry on.

Just see it never happens

to you, that's all.

It won't.

And even if it did, I know I couldn't part

with my baby, not just to hang on to a job.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it.

Who is it?

No, don't mind me, Mr. Jennings.

Inspector Thompson's just asked me

to take one last look around.

- Is the inspector with you?

- No, we're working from the station from now on.

See if we can't manage things

better from there.

What about the poison?

Have you traced that at least?

Hardly.

This house is a poisoner's paradise.

We found the stuff...

in practically ev...

every room.

Unfortunately, no one's

got a police record.

Well, except you, of course.

Perhaps the butler did it.

I had a brother who was

a conscientious objector.

He did a bit of time too.

Did they know upstairs you refused

to fight and were sent to prison?

I'd forget about it if I were you.

Not everyone's cutout

to be a soldier.

- Did you remember the other boxes?

- Everything's in the car, milady.

Wonderful.

Good.

Darling, here I come.

- Do you know, I can't wait to leave this place.

- Let's go.

Christ, what are we

supposed to do now?

Freddie, do try to stop

being so frightened all the time.

- Darling, have I made the most terrible fool of myself?

- Maybe.

- Bye.

- Anthony.

- Um, Anthony...

- Oh, God.

I wanted to remind you of the conversation

we had at dinner the other night.

Um, perhaps this is not

the most appropriate moment,

but when you get to the Sudan you're going

to need an expert, and I'm your man.

- Well, I want to know...

- Did you ask her?

- No, I didn't.

- I think, on reflection, that's a good thing.

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