01x02 - Episode 2

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Of course, these things

never happened.

Not in this life.

Argh!

In this life there's a new baby.

Jimmy.

His brother, Teddy, is asleep.

And so is Pamela.

Ursula is trying not to sleep.

Her dreams are

..challenging.

CLOCK TICKS

TICKS GROW LOUDER

URSULA GASPS

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

DOOR OPENS

What are you doing up?

Can't sleep.

More bad dreams?

Come here.

You know, only very special people

have powerful imaginations.

You're extra interesting.

It's a bit of a burden, but

that's the way to think about it.

I think I dream about dying

..because I've already died.

Lots of times.

I assure you, you haven't.

I would have definitely noticed.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

How was London?

How were your friends?

Boring.

I want Ursula to see a psychiatrist.

Why on earth do you say that?

You talked me out of it before, when

she pushed Bridget down the stairs.

You are not talking me

out of it again.

There's something wrong with her.

She's a little introspective,

that's all. And it's no bad thing.

She's always down in the dumps

and she has these terrible dreams.

We cannot assume this will just

pass. She'll grow up soon enough

and we need her mentally sound

as she moves through the world.

Let us not forget that

unscrupulous men lie in wait,

ready to take advantage of women

who don't have their head

screwed on correctly.

How would we even locate

a psychiatrist?

Major Shawcross in the village

recommends a chap up in London.

Some of his men came back

with very bad nerves.

He mentioned it to me in passing.

The way I heard it,

it was Shawcross that came home

with a bad case of nerves.

I just want her to be happy.

The psychiatrist recommended

was in London.

It was decided that Ursula could

be put on the train by her mother

and met at the other end

by her aunt, Izzie,

even though both Sylvie and Hugh

doubted that Izzie

was sufficiently reliable

to be in charge of a child.

Sylvie disliked Izzie, although

she tolerated her for Hugh's sake.

Don't talk to anybody,

especially to any men.

If Izzie isn't waiting for you

at the platform,

you come straight back home,

do you understand?

Izzie had managed to get a job

writing a weekly column

for a newspaper.

She wrote under the pseudonym

Delphine Fox

and called the column

Adventures of a Modern Spinster.

Ursula!

Isn't this exciting?

Two ladies alone in London.

Whatever shall we do?

What adventures lie in wait?

You have to take me

straight to the doctor.

Delighted.

So thrilling.

The talking cure is quite

the thing, you know.

Perhaps don't mention to your father

that I brought the motor.

He seems to have very little

confidence in my abilities,

even though I managed to drive

an ambulance throughout the w*r,

sans mishap, in another country,

no less.

Of course, the real reason

he doesn't like me driving

is the little green eyed monster.

Am I right?

What?

Oh, he's jealous.

He wants an automobile himself.

Your mother will not allow it.

Am I right?

I don't know.

Very politic answer.

I'm glad I've been tasked

with the grave responsibility

of shuttling you from A to B.

I know that I am considered by

your mother mad, bad and dangerous

to know, but I thought we could be

special chums. What do you think?

Pamela is a little dull,

all that tennis and cycling.

No wonder she has such

sturdy ankles

CAR HORN/LOUD CRASH

SCREAMS

IZZIE GASPS

Aargh!

Cut it! Cut it!

The baby nearly died.

God wanted it back.

ETHEREAL MUSIC

Argh!

Aargh!

Ursula?

I think what we're saying, Izzie

Mm. ..is that we'd prefer

you don't reference our children

in your column.

They are not your children.

For goodness' sake.

They are imaginary children

that I've invented

in my persona as Delphine Fox,

author of Adventures

of a Modern Spinster.

The column's most awfully popular,

by the way.

Don't even write about

my imaginary children.

Pamela, what are you doing

with your feet?

It's the way to shape the ankle,

according to the Modern Spinster.

The Modern Spinster is not

a person from whom anyone

with any sense would take advice.

So glad I came.

Besides, you're too young

for shapely ankles.

I'm nearly the same age as you were

when you married Daddy.

Children, go inside for tea,

would you?

Izzie, Sylvie and I were wondering

if you might do us a small favour?

Ursula needs to take

a weekly trip to London.

We thought if we put her on the

train, you might take her off

and deliver her to a Dr Kellet

on Harley Street.

What's wrong with the poor darling?

Malade?

She's fine.

BABY CRIES

Lovely ankles.

What else do you see in her?

Sylvie is worried about Ursula.

She seems to think that

I don't know how to explain it

and I can't really,

but that she has been here before.

She suffers from an extraordinary

amount of deja vu.

Clairvoyant!

Oh, we should set her up

in a gypsy caravan.

Crystal ball, Tarot cards.

IZZIE LAUGHS

Ahem.

HUGH CHUCKLES

So who's Dr Kellet?

He's a psychiatrist, is he?

Apparently he helped

a lot of men after the w*r.

Oh.

How did you hear about him?

Were you a patient? No.

A friend put us in touch.

You must have seen some

terrible things in France, Hugh.

I know I did.

I prefer to focus on the daffodils.

Personally

..I've thought Ursula

should see a psychiatrist

ever since she pushed

the maid down the stairs.

Do you Do you think that we

should mention that occurred?

It is odd.

Thrilling, but odd.

Emancipated hem lines?

What does it mean? She's a fool.

It will be a miracle if she meets

that child's train.

She'll forget about it.

She'll be off gallivanting.

Do you know why they're really

sending her to London?

They want a doctor to look

in her head?

They've realised she's touched.

What are you talking about?

I overheard a discussion.

She's not touched.

She's a bit of a worrier.

And so what?

Some people are born that way.

And it bespeaks great intelligence.

I have a belief about Ursula.

You remember she was born

not meant for this Earth.

The cord wrapped around her neck

like a serpent.

My belief is that Ursula is at least

partly of the spirit world.

Ha! How do you account for her

pushing me down the stairs

to save me from the influenza?

That was an inventive excuse

for mischief,

and I will account

for your nonsense right now.

Irish fiddle-faddle.

She has the sixth sense

and there's no doctor in the world

that can magic away that.

Ursula!

He seems to have very little

confidence in my abilities,

even though I managed to drive

an ambulance throughout the w*r,

sans mishap, in a foreign country,

no less.

Hang on.

Nervous? I'm fine.

CAR HORN

Oops.

So

..I hear you tried to k*ll

your maid.

Tea?

I'm not Russian.

Far from it. I'm from Maidstone.

I visited St Petersburg

before the Revolution.

When I spoke to your mother

on the telephone,

she told me that you often dream

you're dying.

She told me that you once

confided in her

that you had been here before.

Is that right?

Do you think you have

been here before?

Sometimes I think that.

Tea?

You see, I remember you saying

"Tea?" to me before.

Just like that.

Yes, I said it last week.

Oh.

Of course.

Snow?

Yes.

Interesting.

Everything's familiar somehow

..no matter where I am

or what I'm doing.

Inside, I have this terrible fear

..all the time.

A darkness within?

From a scientific point of view,

perhaps the part of your brain

responsible for memory

has a little flaw.

A neurological problem

that leads you to think

you are repeating experiences.

So I'm not really dying

and being reborn.

I have no idea.

Perhaps there is a neurological blip

in your brain

that causes you to believe

you have been here before.

Perhaps you have been here before

and your dreams are memories

and reminiscences - premonitions.

We may never know.

Have you heard of Buddhism?

Perhaps you're remembering

another life.

Of course, the disciples

of the Buddha

don't believe you keep coming back

as the same person

in the same circumstances,

as you feel you do, but

..most ancient religions

adhered to an idea of circularity.

The snake with its tail

in its mouth and so on.

Are you cured yet?

Must be by now. It's been an age.

Come on. I told your father

you'd catch a later train.

Let's have some fun.

♪ Sometimes I sit and sigh

♪ And then begin to cry

♪ Cos my best friend ♪

You're turning out

to be quite pretty.

You must have it cut.

You should come and see my coiffeur.

He's really very good.

You're in danger of looking

like a milkmaid

when really, I think you're going to

turn out to be deliciously wicked.

Cigarette?

I'm ten.

♪ I'll tell you folks

♪ There ain't no change in me

♪ My love for that man

♪ Will always be

♪ Now I got the crazy blues

♪ Since my baby went away

♪ I ain't got no time ♪

Listen, I know that I am

considered by your mother

mad, bad and dangerous to know,

but

..I thought we could be special

chums. What do you think?

Pamela is a little dull,

all that tennis and cycling.

No wonder she has

such sturdy ankles.

Tres sportif, I'm sure, but still.

Oh, and the boys are Well, boys.

But you are interesting, Ursula.

What do you think?

Yes.

Special chums.

Nice time with Izzie?

Yes.

Ta-da.

You did it.

Your mother considers it

ruinously expensive.

She's not to be trusted, you know.

Who? Izzie.

Press that.

ENGINE STARTS

Right.

The w*r has made your mother

parsimonious, I'm afraid.

If she had her way, we'd live

on her eggs and chickens.

Whereas I, on the other hand,

have seemed to become less prudent.

Not an admirable trait

for a banker, she says,

but still, carpe diem and so on.

Eh, little bear?

Ursula saw Dr Kellet

for several years.

Eventually, Sylvie and Hugh

decided that paying a man

to discuss life's mysteries

with their daughter

was no longer necessary.

Ursula was noticeably

more cheerful

and so considered cured.

On the morning of her 16th birthday,

the world felt crisp and fresh.

She was growing up.

CAR HORN

Ahoy!

Maurice was down for the weekend.

He was in his last year at Oxford,

where he was reading law.

Good show, coming for

Ursula's birthday.

Is it Ursula's birthday today?

Isn't that why you're here?

No. Coincidence.

Right.

Right, yes, do follow.

Ah, chaps, these are my brothers,

Teddy and Jimmy.

Gilbert, Howard, don't annoy them.

Call me Howie. Everyone does.

And there's my old mater.

You are far too young

to be anyone's mother.

I know.

Yet we have managed five children.

Sisters?

With names.

I'm Pamela. This is Ursula.

Gilbert and Howard, you'll have to

double up in Mrs Glover's old room.

Let me show you upstairs.

Call me Howie.

You can go top to tail.

All right.

Why are you so gimpy?

Twisted my ankle. Hockey game.

Huh.

THEY GIGGLE

THEY LAUGH

Slow down.

Sh.

I've seen a snail move quicker

than that.

The fact that Howie was American

gave him a special kind of glamour.

Pamela was more drawn to Gilbert,

which surprised Ursula.

She thought he looked

a bit undercooked.

Stop it! You stop that now!

Ooh! Ooh! Stop that.

THE GIRLS LAUGH

Meeeeaow! Woof, woof, woof! Woo!

Woof, woof, woof!

Whoa! Whoa!

That's actually my ball.

Watch this!

Hey, boys, you're playing

like a little girl. Come on!

Hey!

I say, they're rather

gorgeous, aren't they?

Can I have one?

It's the wrong kind of football!

We are not in America. Here we go.

URSULA LAUGHS

Who's that? Ursula loves this music.

Do you? I had no idea.

♪ I hate to see ♪

That's far too grown-up!

Ursula wears flannelette.

♪ ..sun go down ♪

St Louis Blues.

Listen to that cornet.

CORNET PLAYS

♪ I hate to see ♪

Joie de Femme, new by Clermont.

Divine!

Far too grown-up. Will Ursula

be allowed to keep anything?

I really don't know.

Teddy, a dance? No.

Oh. Jimmy?

URSULA LAUGHS

And she's definitely

too young for that.

Where did you get the money

for all this?

The column doesn't pay that well.

Did you steal it?

Ooh, the jive is jumping.

We're hungry.

Mrs Glover, could you facilitate

nourishment for these young men?

HOWIE CHUCKLES

URSULA GIGGLES

Essence of stag.

Trucking mud everywhere.

Well, they didn't fight in the w*r.

That's a good thing.

No matter how unsatisfactory

they turn out.

Ooh!

LAUGHTER

CHEERING

Happy birthday, little bear.

Happy birthday!

This present is for Teddy.

Me? Yes, you, darling boy.

Go on, unwrap it. It won't explode.

"The Adventures of Augustus."

By Delphine Fox.

Mwah. Why is everything

an adventure with you?

Because life is an adventure,

of course.

I would say it's more

of an endurance race

or an obstacle course.

All right, dear.

Not that bad, surely.

That's Augustus.

I based him on you.

Me?!

I have a publisher.

I have money, Hugh.

You don't need to worry

about me any more.

DOOR SLAMS

HUGH AND SYLVIE ARGUE

Do you want to go for a walk?

It's a bore with my crutches.

I'm looking for the ball.

It was your kid brother's.

I think we lost it in the

Shrubbery.

How old are you?

It's my birthday.

You ate cake.

You're shivering.

It's freezing out here.

I can warm you up.

"Kiss" seemed too courtly a word

for what Howie was doing.

He prodded his enormous tongue

like an ox's

and she was amazed to realise

that he was expecting her

to open her mouth

and let the tongue in.

Howie!

URSULA GASPS

Howie!

Coming!

But she decided it didn't matter.

To be kissed on her 16th birthday,

and in such an overlooked way,

was still a considerable

accomplishment.

Ursula thought of Howie quite often.

It was not so much

the physical Howie

but the fact that he had been

thoughtful enough

to try and find Teddy's ball.

Hey, kid!

What are they doing here?

I don't know.

We're going to London

to help with the strike.

I didn't realise your politics put

you on the side of the workers.

What? No, no, no, no, no.

We're going to drive buses

and trains

and whatever else it takes

to keep the country running.

I didn't know you could

drive a train, Maurice.

I'll be a stoker, then - put the

coal in. It can't be that difficult.

They're not called stokers,

they're called firemen,

and it's a very skilled job.

I hear you didn't get into

Cambridge. Probably best.

We don't have enough scones.

For God's sake!

We need warning, Maurice.

I'm not hungry.

I was looking for a bathroom.

Well, we only have one.

It's not up these stairs

Pretty girl.

No Sh.

It's OK.

HOWIE GASPS

English girls,

you really are something.

Goodbye!

CAR HORN

Imbeciles.

What happened to

the good-looking one? Gilbert.

Sent down, apparently, for an

indiscretion. What indiscretion?

Well, the definition

of an indiscretion

is you don't talk of it afterwards.

Feel like going for a walk?

No. Thank you.

Are you all right? Mm-hm.

Weeks passed.

She took care to mask her misery.

Questions would have been

intolerable.

I need to talk to you about

something uncomfortable.

I know you've been out of sorts

all summer

and I expect you're probably nervous

with Pamela going away.

Things will be different.

However

..we mustn't eat our worries.

It's just puppy fat. Even I had it.

But it won't go away by itself.

It has to be addressed.

SHE SOBS

I thought this was the express.

This is the London train.

I know it's odd, but

..she just turned up

on the doorstep, the lamb.

I think she wanted to see me.

Pay a visit.

I'll take her to see some museums

and so on, and the theatre.

Nothing risque.

Now, don't be such

a mean old woman, Hugh.

Brandy and butter toast.

All I could rustle up at such

short notice, I'm afraid.

♪ ..what she's at

♪ She give a dance

♪ Every Friday ♪

You're such a fool.

There are ways, you know?

Things one can do.

Prevention better than cure

and all that.

♪ The fun had just begun

♪ But she walks ♪

No-one told Ursula

what would happen next.

Remove your shoes and undergarments.

Ursula supposed the baby

would come out

with a certain amount of difficulty.

She presumed it would be wrapped

in a shawl and placed in a cradle

before being given to a nice couple

who longed to have a baby

as much as Ursula longed

not to have one.

There was no sign of a cradle

waiting anywhere.

Up on the operating table

with your feet in the stirrups.

Stirrups? Up you get.

I'm having an operation?

But I'm not ill.

Count down from ten to one. Why?

Ten, nine

..eight, seven

..six

Five.

Four.

Ooh!

IZZIE LAUGHS

There we are.

Shoes off.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oxtail soup.

I got it from a tin! Ha!

Right

..there we are.

Oh, God.

You're not cut out for this

sort of thing. It's all right.

URSULA RETCHES

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE GROANS

BANGING ON DOOR

Where is she?

In the bedroom. She's sleeping.

Hugh

Hello, little bear.

You've got a bit of an infection.

We'll get you to a hospital.

Not the hospital.

I'll be prosecuted. Good!

I hope they jail you

and throw away the key!

You're all right.

Ursula.

How could you?

ETHEREAL MUSIC

URSULA GASPS

We'll say no more about this,

little bear.

We will tell people blood poisoning.

Devilled kidneys for strength?

You get into bed

and I'll bring them up.

Yes, go to your room, Ursula.

What's wrong with Mummy?

And you remember the night

she was born

and the cord wrapped around her

neck, and what did I say then?

I said God surely wants

that baby back

and now He's poisoned her blood.

He'll take her, you mark my words.

I'll be off if there's nothing more

I can do for you.

That's fine, Mrs Glover.

Good that she's home safe and sound.

Now, you'd think with an illness

like that and death at hand,

that it would make mother

and daughter closer,

but it's had the opposite effect.

And why would that be

..George?

A mystery.

Blood poisoning?

How did you get blood poisoning?

I don't know.

Why did you just disappear like that

and then manifest at Izzie's

of all places?

I'm tired.

Can you turn off the light?

I'm off to university soon

..then you won't have anyone

to talk to.

I was going to have a baby.

Howie.

Where?

In our room?

On the stairs.

It was strange.

Strange how?

There's really no use in

talking about this, so

Izzie helped me with the baby.

An ab*rtion? An ill*gal ab*rtion?

Gosh, no wonder Mummy's angry.

Strange, how?

It was very

..quick.

Did he force you?

You should tell.

What does it matter?

He's gone back to America.

I don't want to think

or talk about it any more.

Please.

I may as well see what

the chickens have left us.

I'll go with you.

I'm not going back to school.

I just can't.

I'll take a secretarial course.

I found one that's very reasonable.

I think that's very wise.

Also, I think I'd like

to see Dr Kellet again.

He's retired, I believe.

Did he leave a forwarding address?

I'm sorry.

Iterate.

TYPEWRITERS CLACK

Iterating.

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Reiteration.

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Reiterated.

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Reiterating.

TYPEWRITERS CLACK

No peeking.

The only way to stop looking

at the keys

and slowing down your speeds

is to type blindfolded.

Dear sir.

TYPEWRITERS CLACK

I brought your letter

before the board of directors

at their meeting yesterday.

But after some discussion

..they were obliged

to postpone further

..consideration of the matter

..until the next

directors' meeting

..which will be held

She got a job as a secretary

in a big importing company.

She made no friends.

Her first glass of wine

was an experiment.

It was a private act.

Intimate, solitary

and enormously comforting.

She was a secret drunk

in a matter of weeks.

MUSIC: Black Bottom Stomp

by Jelly Roll Morton

Oh, my. How awful for you.

Let me help you.

The day Ursula met Derek Oliphant,

she was stone-cold sober.

She simply hadn't seen

the pavement slab.

Her hands were full

of grocery shopping,

acquired hastily in a lunch hour,

and her instinct was to save

the groceries rather than herself.

You have blood all over

your nice peach scarf.

Is that the colour?

Or is it salmon?

Three months later,

Ursula and Derek were married.

"She's mistaken gratitude for love,"

Sylvie thought as she watched them.

Sylvie had married Hugh

when she was 18,

not long after her family

descended into poverty.

She had met him at

the post office counter -

a rising star in the prosperous

world of banking.

The epitome of bourgeois

respectability.

She was beautiful but penniless.

Hugh had offered her a life.

In sickness and in health.

URSULA: In sickness and in health.

To love, cherish and obey.

To love, cherish and obey.

Till death do us part.

Till death do us part.