Gosford Park Page #6

- I don't know.

Something to do with

why Freddie was sacked.

But I can't get a straight answer

out of either of them.

Well, you've done your best.

Mr. Nesbitt can't ask for more than that now, can he?

But he can, much more!

He says he's going to tell him.

Do you think he will'?

I don't know. He says Daddy

will give him a job to keep him quiet.

Will you say something?

To Mr. Nesbitt?

To Daddy.

Really, miss, why do you think

I can make a difference?

Will you?

I think you should wear

your warm underwear today.

Neary

That's mine.

Oh, God! It's on its way.

Damn!

Bloody gun's no good.

I told you not to bring this one.

- Blast.

- I think I pricked that one.

I-I'm pretty sure I pricked it.

Bugged

Blast it!

Oh, damn!

- Are you all right, sir?

- No, I'm not!

God, where the bloody hell

did that come from?

- It's nicked you, sir.

- It's nicked me.

- What cretin did that?

- I don't know, sir.

Find Strutt. Ask him

if he knows who's responsible.

And if he knows, tell him to send

the gun back to the bloody house.

Everybody knows the desperate situation

we're in, but nobody seems to care.

Oh, there you are.

Did you find one?

- Well?

- Don't look at me.

If I so much as open my mouth on

the subject, it'll make things worse.

- I've already tried.

- Jennings says the car's ready.

Oh, goody. I'm starving.

I do love.

- What are you wearing?

- Why'? Don't you like it?

- You bought it.

- Did I?

Oh, how extraordinary of me.

Come on. Better get going.

- Where's that wretched Mabel?

- Has anyone checked her outfit?

She's probably in black velvet

with a feather in her hair.

She's in the morning room

looking perfectly normal.

- Don't be such a snob, Aunt Constance.

- Me?

I haven't a snobbish bone

in my body.

Oh, Mr. Meredith.

- Is Mr. Stockbridge in?

- Search me.

Oh. Mr. Stockbridge.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I was just making

my routine inspection.

So, uh, how are you settling in

with Lord Stockbridge?

I'm sorry?

How are you settling in

with Lord Stockbridge?

I know that you haven't

been with him for long.

Not long, no.

I'm afraid smoking

isn't allowed up here.

I hope you're finding everything to make

His Lordship's stay more comfortable.

I hope we haven't forgotten anything.

I can't believe you forget much,

Mrs. Wilson.

No.

Not much.

Well, I'll leave you to your book.

You know... Bang! Whoof!

You should be more

selective about the people you invite.

Well, I've got a good appetite.

Yes.

It's very muddy,

so watch where you step.

Terribly muddy here. Do watch.

Do you see what I'm saying?

I've been noticing it.

Doesn't this look lovely?

They really have done well.

Now do go in and have a drink.

I can tell you, Raymond, it's

a bloody awful thing to have happened.

- Oh, God, Louisa.

- Oh! Oh, I say.

Two inches to my right I'd have

been dead. I've just been shot.

- What?

- Yes, that's right.

Oh, yes, please.

- What happened to your ear?

- Some idiot shot me.

- I was a terrible shot.

- Did you have fun?

- I don't think you realise how serious this is.

- Of course I do.

Why can't you get

your sisters to help?

Darling, do you think I haven't tried'?

You know what they're like.

Well, I know they couldn't care less

if we go under.

Why should they care, as long as their dressmakers

are busy and their dinners are on time?

- Wait a minute. There's a queue here.

- Shh. Shh.

Shut the door, for heaven's sake.

Don't worry.

It's only Lewis and Dorothy.

If any of the men get found up here,

they get sacked on the spot.

Worse luck.

So don't tell me,

you're a convent girl.

Or is that

Presbyterian modesty?

- Is the water hot?

- Not really.

No, it won't be

till the guns get back.

I'd better get in yours.

Her Ladyship says that Sir William

loves his shooting.

Yeah, he does. Can't hit a barn door,

but he does love it.

It's quite sweet, really.

- Elsie.

- Yeah?

Last night...

What?

No, I shouldn't say.

Yes, you should.

What?

Well,

when I went down

to wash that shirt,

I think I saw him

in the ironing room.

He was with

one of the kitchen maids.

- No, that wouldn't have been him.

- I think it was.

He came down the passage a minute later,

and I don't see how...

No, it wasn't him.

You weren't serious

last night, were you?

I'm afraid I was, old boy.

I was going to tell you next week,

but since you mentioned it...

I don't think you've grasped quite what it'll do to the

whole project, and in particular what it'll do to me.

- It can't be as black as all that, can it?

- Yes, it bloody well is.

I'm sorry to hear that,

but business is business.

- I'm not a charity commissioner, you know.

- William, I'm begging you.

Damn it!

Oh, dear.

- I'll clear that up.

- I'm sorry.

Arthur, go and get a bucket.

- Have you a cloth?

- Under the table.

Seems very nervous.

We'll have that

cleaned for you at the house.

Terrified the life out of me.

I borrowed it from Lewis.

Shot, frightened to death.

I think it's left me deaf.

You know how you said Sir William

could've had his pick...

between Lady Sylvia

and Lady Stockbridge?

- Aye.

- Well, I asked Her Ladyship about it.

She said they cut cards for him.

- No!

- I know.

I can't believe it either.

Do you suppose it was a joke?

Well, I wouldn't be too sure.

You know what I heard'?

Oh, just listen to me.

- What? - Why do we spend our lives

living through them?

I mean, look at poor old Lewis.

If her own mother had a heart attack, she'd think it

was less important than one of Lady Sylvia's farts.

You must know.

You can't fool me.

If there's one thing I don't

look for in a maid, it's discretion.

Except with my own secrets, of course.

Well, I don't know much, milady,

but apparently he was counting

on Sir William for an investment...

and had guaranteed his interest,

whatever that means.

Anyway, Mr. Barnes,

the commander's valet

he said he wanted

to leave at once,

but Lady Lavinia's persuaded him to stay until

tomorrow to make less of a thing of it.

Oh, thank heavens.

Lewis told me you were wearing white.

White? She must be mad.

I never wear white.

I thought it was a little odd.

By the way, for God's sake,

don't rub him up tonight.

- I don't know what you mean.

- You know exactly what I mean.

He's in a filthy mood

with everyone.

He's talking about

stopping your allowance.

But it's for life.

That was settled. He can't do that.

Just you watch him.

He's absolutely spoiling for a fight.

So if you'll take my advice,

you won't give him one.

Now, that you can be

discreet about.

Thank you.

Goodness, isn't it pretty here?

The house has such lovely position.

The best view's

from the old water tower.

You might well

walk up there tomorrow.

Do you really have to

go back to London?

I am afraid so, Raymond.

When you're ruined,

there's so much to do.

Yes, there is, isn't there?

Moan, moan, moan.

Would anybody care for

a game of bridge after dinner?

Oh, yes, I wouldn't mind.

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