Gosford Park Page #8

He's just an American staying with us.

I'll tell you who we all are. Then we can all

go to bed and leave you with poor William.

Yes, indeed. Shall I introduce myself?

I'm Inspector Thom...

- This is my aunt, Lady Trentham.

- Ah, yes, the Countess of Trentham.

I served with your husband on a...

My brother-in-law Lord Stockbridge.

Lady Stockbridge.

- Jennings, please, would you remove that vile animal?

- Certainly, milady.

Uh, Mrs. Nesbitt.

Mr. Nesbitt.

- Ivor Novello, who I'm sure needs no introduction.

- Of course. Mr. Novello, a...

No, wait. Would you like to speak

to the servants tonight, Inspector?

- Inspector Thom...

- He ought to speak to Probert, my husband's valet.

Tell him to come up.

Now, where was I?

- Isobel McCordle, my daughter.

- Charlie Chan is in London.

He's not in California.

They're talking to me about rewrites

about the part of the Cockney maid,

and she's running in

and saying all these things.

Look, I'm here.

They don't talk.

The butlers and maids,

they stand, they watch.

They serve.

They do things.

What about Claudette Colbert? She's

British, isn't she? She sounds British.

Is she, like, affected,

or is she British?

Oh, Dorothy, would you take...

Um, Well, I...

Go on, spit it out.

- The police would like

to see you for a moment. - Me?

No, Mrs. Croft.

Mr. Probert.

Me?

Why?

Oh, Well,

I-I don't know

what I can tell them.

George, would you go and see if anything

more is required in the red drawing room?

Yes, sir.

I don't see the point

in the rest of you waiting up.

What about me, Mr. Jennings?

You can go as soon as

the police release you.

That'll be sometime tomorrow.

Until then,

you can stay in your room.

I'm not contagious, you know.

Nobody's going anywhere

Those of you with remaining duties,

see to them as quickly as you can.

Otherwise...

good night, everyone.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night, sir.

- Mr. Jennings.

- Yes, Mr. Weissman'?

I have a confession to make.

Right, but I think

it's clear it's the valet who did it.

No, because the valet

has access to everybody.

No, the valet isn't the butler.

No, there's one butler, and there 's lots

of valets running all over the place.

He takes care of people.

He's in their rooms at night.

He could do it. I mean,

the valet easily could have done it.

Pull yourself together, Mr. Probert.

Try and be a bit patient.

They'll be along in a minute.

Couldn't I just make him

a little more comfortable, sir?

- Please?

- Have a heart, Inspector.

No, it wouldn't be wise, sir. We shouldn't

have to wait too much longer now.

Oh, I don't think it'd do any harm.

Ohh!

Well, you see, this is why we have

rules and regulations, isn't it?

What is it, Dexter?

Well, only that there doesn't seem

to be much blood, sir.

- Is that everything, milord?

- Yes, thank you, Parks.

- I think perhaps you should try and get some sleep.

- It's so unfair!

Nobody liked him.

- It's terrible.

- Oh, do stop sniveling.

Anyone would think you were Italian.

Christ.

Will you not let me help you

with your frock, milady'?

No, I can manage.

- Then I'll say good night, milady.

- Wait, wait.

Thank you, milady.

What is it?

Please tell me you haven't

come with condolences.

No.

- I was just wondering if you wanted some com...

- What?

I said, I was just

wondering if you wanted some company

Well, I suppose life must go on.

Unhook me.

No, there's another one.

You'll never get it off like that.

I'm really sorry about everything.

Don't feel sorry for me.

Pity that poor Dorothy.

She's got all

the early morning teas to do,

and the breakfast trays.

And she's got to get Miss Isobel to the dining

room and see if she can find anything in black.

She's the one who needs your sympathy.

I'm well out of it.

I would think Miss Isobel

might stay in bed tomorrow.

Unmarried girls don't have breakfast

trays. Not in this house.

I wish I could help.

You can't.

George says Mr. Novello was in on it.

And Sir William.

The point is, that Henry Denton,

he's an actor.

An actor?

He's playing a butler in the next Charlie Chan.

Wanted to make it authentic.

I'd say the joke was on Lady Sylvia.

I hope he don't model

his performance on Mr. Jennings,

or he'll be too squiffy

to remember his lines.

Ah, Mrs. Croft, isn't it?

I wonder if I could...

Ah, yes.

Have a few words with you.

- I'm Inspector Thom...

- Oh, I haven't got time for this now.

I'm doing the breakfast.

It wouldn't take much time. Perhaps

you have a room where we could speak.

Oh, I suppose

you'd better come to my room.

Bertha, I'm leaving you in charge.

Dorothy, make sure those menus

go up on Her Ladyship's tray.

And get that filthy dog out of here.

Honestly, these days the countryside's

getting more dangerous than Piccadilly.

But why one of the knives

from the silver pantry?

Doesn't make sense.

He must have forgotten to bring one.

When you think of

what they have to carry about...

all those jemmies and torches

and skeleton keys...

it's a miracle anyone

ever gets burgled at all.

Oh, it's glacial in here.

Get my fur, will you?

Anyway, it wasn't in

the silver pantry.

It's been missing

since yesterday.

Obviously William had it.

And when the fellow surprised him

there it was,

on the table

as handy as you like.

Are any of the others getting up

for breakfast? The women, I mean.

I think Lady Lavinia may be.

That settles it. Come back

at half past 8:
00. I'll get dressed.

It's the greatest bore, of course,

but I don't want

to miss anything.

When I came back last night,

I found this on my dressing table.

What is it?

"This is your final warning.

If I've not

received an offer..."

Freddie.

What a stupid idiot.

Well, at least he's off your back now.

There's no one to tell.

At least no one's who's gonna

give him a job to shut him up.

Oh, now,

he's quite the bonny lad, isn't he?

What's he up to these days,

this one, eh?

He's dead.

I don't know what I can tell you.

Shouldn't you be looking

for signs of a break-in?

Mrs. Croft, I understand no one has served Sir

William longer than you have. Is that true?

I'd better be off.

Might not see you again.

I'm only staying till

the police give the nod.

But, Elsie,

you're not in any difficulty,

are you?

What, apart from having

no home and no job?

Nah.

There's no worries there.

Yes, I was forgetting.

You were much cleverer

than I was.

You'll be fine.

I wonder what Lady Sylvia

will do now.

If I were her, I'd set up

in London as a glamorous widow...

with all the gentlemen

chasin' me for my money.

I wouldn't.

I grew up in London.

- Is that where the orphanage was?

- On the edge. lsleworth.

- And you don't get homesick?

- I don't think you get homesick if you've never had a home.

You heard about Mr. Weissman's valet?

Turns out he's a fraud.

- He isn't Scottish at all.

- No!

I could've told you that.

Who is he, then?

Do you think he's the murderer?

It's worse than that.

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