Love and Loyalty: The Making of 'The Remains of the Day' Page #7

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In fact, I'm on my way

to try and do so now.

Try the ignition.

Thank you, sir.

I'm most grateful for your help.

Good luck.

It's been interesting talking to you.

Good morning.

Lord Halifax was impressed

with the silver.

I told him it was all your doing.

Sent his compliments. Well done.

I've been meaning to ask you...

That business last year

about the Jewish maids...

...I suppose there's no way

of tracing them?

That would be difficult. I tried

to get them a position in Surrey.

There was room only for one,

and they didn't want to be separated.

Well, try anyway. One would like

to do something for them.

It was wrong, what occurred.

I'm sorry about it. Very sorry.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

He asked about the Jewish girls.

- Elsa and Irma?

- He wondered where they were.

He said it was wrong

to dismiss them.

I remember you were

as distressed as I was about it.

As you were?

You thought it was right and proper

that they should be sent packing.

Now, really, that is most unfair.

Of course I was upset.

Very much so.

I don't like that happening here.

I wish you'd told me. It would've

helped me to know you felt as I did.

Why do you always have to hide

what you feel?

Have you finished the lavender bags?

Good.

All right.

I take my hat off to you.

That girl's come along very well.

You were right and I was wrong.

- Look at that smile on your face.

- What smile?

That tells a story in itself.

Wouldn't you say so?

What story's that?

She's a pretty girl, don't you think?

Is she?

You don't like pretty girls

on the staff. I've noticed.

Might it be that our Mr. Stevens

fears distraction?

Can it be that Mr. Stevens is flesh

and blood and cannot trust himself?

You know what I'm doing?

I'm placing my thoughts elsewhere

while you chatter away.

Why is that guilty smile

still on your face?

Not guilty, simply amused

by the nonsense you sometimes talk.

It is a guilty smile.

You can't bear to look at her.

You didn't want her.

She was too pretty.

You must be right.

You always are.

Charlie!

Lizzie, aren't you supposed to be

turning down the beds?

Well, you better get on with it, then.

Have you told her yet?

You better get on with it, then.

What can I say to her?

She'd never understand.

- Why not?

- She's old. She must be at least 30.

Perhaps she doesn't feel old.

Who do you think those flowers

are for she's been picking?

Come here. Give us a kiss.

Flowers.

You're reading.

It's very dim. Can you see?

Yes, thank you.

What are you reading?

A book.

Yes, but what sort of book?

It's a book, Miss Kenton.

A book.

What's the book?

Are you shy about your book?

What is it?

Is it racy?

Racy?

Are you reading a racy book?

Do you think racy books are to be

found in His Lordship's shelves?

How would I know?

What is it?

Let me see it.

Let me see your book.

Please leave me alone.

Why won't you show me your book?

This is my private time.

You're invading it.

Is that so?

I'm invading your private time,

am I?

What's in that book?

Come on, let me see.

Or are you protecting me?

Is that what you're doing?

Would I be shocked?

Would it ruin my character?

Let me see it.

Oh, dear.

It's not scandalous at all.

It's just a sentimental

old love story.

I read these books...

...any books...

...to develop my command and knowledge

of the English language.

I read to further my education,

Miss Kenton.

I really must ask you, please...

...not to disturb the few moments

I have to myself.

Come in.

What is it?

I'm wanting to give you

my notice, please.

Why?

Charlie and me, we're getting married.

Have you thought about this carefully?

Yes, Miss Kenton, I have.

You've been getting on well here and

could have a fine career before you.

Charlie and me's getting married.

Charlie and I.

I wish I knew what to say to you.

I've seen this happen so many times.

A young girl rushing into marriage

only to be disappointed in the end.

What about money?

We don't have any.

But who cares?

You'll find it's not easy

to live poor.

We have each other.

That's all anyone can ever need.

Very well.

If you're so sure.

Thank you.

Good luck.

We did all we could for them.

I told him...

...I had my eye on him

as a possible under-butler...

...in a year or so.

But, no, Mr. Charlie knows best.

She's sure to be let down.

No use crying over spilt milk.

Besides, we have far more

important matters to discuss.

- Next week's meeting. Now...

- Must we discuss it tonight?

Sorry?

I'm tired.

I've had a busy day.

Don't you realize that?

I'm very tired.

I'm very, very tired.

Don't you understand?

I owe you an apology.

I thought...

...these quiet evening talks

were useful to our work.

But now I see that they're

a burden to you.

I was only saying I was tired tonight.

No, no. You're right.

Our meetings are a burden

after a long day.

Perhaps we'd better discontinue them.

They're useful.

It was only tonight.

I thank you for the cocoa.

In the future, we shall communicate

only during the day.

If necessary, by written message.

I wish you a very good night.

I shall be taking my day off tomorrow.

I'll be back in the house by 9:30.

Certainly.

Certainly.

Good night.

I'm glad to be out of it,

I can tell you.

There was something about Sir Geoffrey

and his Black Shirts...

...gave me the creeps.

Mr. Stevens says we should

run the house...

...and leave the rest

where it belongs.

You don't agree, Mr. Benn.

Nor do l, really.

If I don't like something,

I want to say "stuff it"...

...if you'll pardon the expression,

Miss Kenton.

But then I suppose I'm not

a real professional, like Mr. Stevens.

It's Mr. Stevens' whole life.

Well, it's not mine.

And to tell you the truth...

...I don't want to go back in service.

- What would you do instead, Mr. Benn?

- Tom's the name.

Tom.

What employment would you take up?

I'd really like to be on my own.

Start a little shop somewhere,

newspapers and tobacco.

Or a boarding house in the

west country, where I come from.

Clevedon's a good place for

a boarding house.

Would I get you another shandy?

Well, it's almost 9:30...

Go on!

It's your day off, isn't it?

You're not in the army,

due back in the barracks.

- All right, then.

- Good.

Half a shandy, please.

What about yourself, then, Sarah?

That's a serious sort of a name.

They called me Sally

when my mum was alive.

Sally. That's nice.

Is it your intention

to remain in service?

It's a good profession,

when you have a position.

- Mr. Stevens says we're fortunate...

- We're not talking about him.

We're talking about you.

Supposing...

...someone asked if you'd like to come

in on a boarding house by the sea?

What would you say?

Well, I don't know.

It's a theoretical question,

so I haven't given it any thought...

...Mr. Benn.

- Tom.

Supposing it wasn't theoretical...

...Sally?

It's been years since I've been

called that. It feels funny.

Nice, though?

It's very late.

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