Gosford Park Page #5

we haven't got that knife.

Pleasant evening, milady?

Not really, no.

Had Lord Stockbridge on one side

boring for Britain,

and Freddie Nesbitt

on the other sucking up.

Oh, I'm worn out.

Ls there any more chocolate in that pot?

I'll go down and

make some more, milady.

Lewis'?

Lewis'?

I was looking for my maid.

She's just gone downstairs.

Can I help?

She's going to fetch me some chocolate, but

now I wonder whether I wouldn't prefer milk.

Would that be hot milk or cold?

You decide.

I couldn't say, milady.

Hot then, with something

to make it sweet.

You have your hands

in your pockets.

- Otherwise, I'll never sleep.

- Why?

Do you have trouble sleeping, milady?

I have a feeling

I might have trouble tonight.

I'll be wide awake at 1:00 a.m.,

bored to sobs.

Then we must try and think

of something to amuse you.

- Barnes. It's all right.

- Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.

No, I knew it. I knew William

would try something like this.

Well, of course he would. F*** him!

- Short ares.

- And f*** this room!

I think you should

come with me tomorrow.

I'll just say I need you.

Oh, I got through

to the coast tonight.

Finally.

Is that clock right?

We got turned down by Una Merkel,

so... Sheehan's

pushing for a rewrite.

He thinks the part's too small.

It's a f***ing Charlie Chan picture,

not a movie about a socialite.

So...

will I see you later?

I don't think I should risk it.

Do you?

Good night, sir.

Henry.

Don't forget those.

They'll think you don't care.

Oh. I must've taken

the wrong stairs.

You better not be seen up here.

- I'd better go down.

- Why?

There's no rush.

Since you're here now,

what about a drink?

What are you doing?

No!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off...

What?

What's this?

What are you doing here?

I came up the wrong staircase. I was

just waiting till the coast was clear.

Well, you better go down again

before anyone catches you.

Just a minute.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Do you want a drink?

- Sure.

So what do you make of the place?

Is this a well-run house,

would you say?

Do you think Sir William

would be good to work for?

No.

How long you been doing this?

- What?

- Valeting'?

About seven years.

I was a footman before that.

And working for Lord Stockbridge...

is that a promotion?

No.

I used to be with

the Earl of Flintshire.

- Then why did you move?

- 'Cause I felt like it.

Who's that?

- That's my mother.

- Where's she live?

She doesn't. That's why

they put me in an orphanage.

That's right. Sorry.

What happened to her?

What do you mean?

I mean, why did she die?

Was she young?

Was it in childbirth?

You're not very curious, are you?

Yeah, she was young.

She worked in a factory.

She had me. A little while later,

she died. End of story.

Then why didn't you say

she was a factory worker at dinner?

'Cause I didn't fancy discussing my private

life with a table full of strangers.

I'm sorry if I spoke

out of turn, mate.

- Didn't mean to offend you.

- I'm not offended.

And don't call me "mate."

Well, I'll see you later.

I've got a date

with a hot glass of milk.

I shouldn't worry about it.

It goes with the territory.

Oh, look.

It's Mr. Novello.

Just think of him

sleeping downstairs.

I'm gonna have to watch you, my girl.

I can see that.

Her Ladyship says Mr. Weissman's a Hollywood producer.

He does the Charlie Chan films.

Yeah, I like those. I like

a bit of a fright in the cinema.

You could go with his valet.

He'd give you a fright.

You'd better keep your eye on him.

I think he's a queer one.

He's not from Scotland,

for a start.

At least not any part of it

that I know.

- What's Mrs. Nesbitt like?

- She's all right.

I feel a bit sorry

for her, really.

- Of course, it never works.

- What never works?

Well, when a man like that

marries beneath him,

he hasn't got the brains

to carry it off.

I think it's romantic

to marry for love.

Love'? Not him.

He's a nasty piece of work.

The Honorable Freddie Nesbitt.

That's a laugh.

No, it was her father's money

he was after.

It was less than he thought,

and now it's all spent,

all he's got to show for it

is a wife he's ashamed of.

And he's lost his job.

Wants Miss Isobel to put in a word

with Sir William.

- What's the matter?

- I never washed that shirt!

Oh, she's gonna kill me.

Do you think I could do it now?

- Do you want me to go with you?

- No.

I'll be all right.

What are you doing down here?

I'm supposed to wash

Lady Trentham's shirt for tomorrow.

There's a sink in the ironing room.

Is someone in there?

What are you doing here?

I just had to rinse this shirt out.

Should've knocked, shouldn't you?

Miss Trentham?

I was just washing a shirt

of Her Ladyship's.

I hope you found everything

you required.

Does she have to have marmalade?

Only Dorothy made too little of it last

January, and we've run out of the home made.

I don't suppose she'd care

for strawberry jam instead?

No, I thought not.

Oh, I was rather hoping for

a word with Mrs. Wilson.

Mrs. Wilson,

will you tell Jennings...

that we'll have the soup

after the fourth drive tomorrow.

And-And tell Mrs. Croft

to make sure it's hot.

It's been cold the last few weeks.

And more pepper in it.

Is that you?

Were you expecting someone else?

Seven hundred day today?

Well, lads, don't coach your guns,

even if they can't hit a barn door.

- Don't tell them where they're missing

unless they ask. - Lovely day.

- Jennings.

- I hope it holds for you, sir.

- Enjoy the shoot.

- Can a pheasant ever be dangerous?

- Dangerous?

- Do I have to worry about it attacking?

- Good morning, sir.

- Right, draw your pegs.

- I'm gonna be cheering him on.

- Draw your pegs.

Here we are.

- Morning, Jennings.

- Are you shooting today, sir?

- I never shoot.

- Oh.

You see,

I'm-I'm starving.

Where have you been?

Sorry.

Oh, they always send up

a good breakfast here.

I'll say that for Sylvia.

She's not at all mean in that way.

Oh, dear. Bought marmalade.

Dear me, I call that very feeble.

Well, I suppose

one can't have everything.

Mary, I don't think

I'll wear that shirt after all.

The other one's warmer.

That's all I care about.

Ooh, yummy...

Yummy, yummy, yummy.

What do you mean,

you're going shooting?

Mr. Weissman wants me to accompany him.

Nothing wrong in that.

But what for? You're not loading.

He hasn't got a gun.

- He might need something.

- What could he need?

Yeah, we know the very idea of service

is offensive to you, George.

But there's no need

to take it out on the rest of us.

Please forgive our ill manners,

Mr. Weissman.

I think he's got

something to hide, that one.

We all have something to hide,

Mr. Meredith.

Would you like to

get changed now, miss?

- He won't do it.

- Who won't do what?

My father.

He won't give Freddie a job.

I spoke to him last night,

and he said he'd think about it.

But this morning, he says it isn't

up to him, when, of course, it is.

- Why not?

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