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What kind of child could such
a ghetto melting pot spawn?

I anticipated the worst.

Good morning, Dick.

How's the boy? No complaints.

Wish I could say the same.

Jake giving you trouble again?

Give you a piece of
advice, Freddie.

Don't never ever take a
drinking man for a partner.

I won't.

Gotta see Hobbs the grocer.
See you later Dick.

See ya.

Good morning, Mr. Hobbs. Ahh.

We booted a man out of the White House.
And what happens?

Them Republicans in Congress
are still trying to do us in.

What're they doing
now, Mr. Hobbs?

Doing? Nothing! That's
what they're doing!

Never a thought for
the poor working man.

Or a small tradesmen like myself.
Oh no no..

They're too busy trying to figure a way
to let the rich stuff their pockets!

You grow up. You be a
Democrat, you hear?!

You'll be pleased with me, Mr. Hobbs.
Right.

Now what can I do
for you, sonny?

Mama says kindly fill this order.
Put it on her account.

On mama... your ma, right?

Well, have a cracker. Sit yourself
down the barrel while I see this.

Thanks.

How come Mary ain't
doing the market?

She went to the factory to bring
more shirt work for my ma to sew.

Your ma is a fine lady, sunny.
Never met a dearer soul.

I guess that's why my
papa calls her "dearest."

I reckon so, Ceddie.

If you'll keep this to yourself,

I call my ma "dearest"
sometimes too.

And why wouldn't you, Ceddie?

Seeing as how she was
left a widow so young

It's kind of up to you to uhh
take your pa's place, right?

My papa has been gone
a long time now.

Can't say I rightly
remember him much anymore.

Oh? He left his mark
on you, though.

You got a way of talking that
ain't exactly true blue American.

It's hardly surprising
since he was British.

I hope you will turn it against
me that my papa was British.

Seeing as how you don't
like the British very much.

By my lights,
you're an American.

Whether your pa chooses to
marry a spunky American girl

and makin' this country.

I am American!

But if you don't mind me asking,
why don't you like the British very much?

It ain't the common
folk I don't like.

But them aristocrats!

Them that keeps the common
folk in servitude!!

Mark my words, Ceddie.

The day will come
when the downtrodden

rise in righteous wrath.

Blow all them lords and earls
and marquises sky high!

Maybe they wouldn't be lords and earls
and marquises if they knew any better.

Don't you believe it, Ceddie.
There's glory in it.

Have you ever known any aristocrats?
Not likely!

If one of them showed his ugly face in
my establishment, I'd heave him out!

I'll have no grasping tyrants
sitting on my barrels!

Just set your groceries
on the table, Ceddie.

All right, Mama.

Are you hungry?

Not now.

Mr. Hobbs treated me
to a cracker and apple.

And a fine talk too.

I'm sure you did.

Such a big bundle, Mary.

Far too much for you to carry.

It ain't the bundles do me in.

It's them five flights of stairs.

Oh, see my little darling
did the marketing.

Mr. Hobbs asked after you.

I think he's sweet on you.

Old fool is what he is.

Can I go out, mama?

The boys are waiting on me.

For you. Yes, run along.

Were they pleased with the
finished waists, Mary?

And why not? Seeing you work
your fingers to the bone!

And doing such fine stitching.

Thank you, Captain.

Sorry.

The search for the
boy has led me here.

But how would the extraordinary
offer I brought be received?

Ceddie would not leave me.
Nor would I part with him.

Neither is expected, Mrs. Errol.

It's simply that the
boy's grandfather is

fixed in his determination
not to see you.

I'm well aware of
that, Mr. Havisham.

My husband's father
has never shown

the slightest concern
for me or his grandson.

He's an old man. And his
prejudices are very strong.

He always disliked
America and Americans.

And his son's marriage
to you angered him.

Hardly a revelation.

I must admit, I'm surprised by your
manner and appearance, Mrs. Errol.

Pleasantly surprised.
Indeed!

However the terms of the arrangement
are not so harsh as you may think.

You're a guest in my house
and I will not be rude.

But I would prefer if you said what you
came to say and disposed of the matter.

You speak your mind, don't you, Mrs.
Errol? Very well.

Your son's grandfather the
Earl dislikes London.

He's the victim of
inflammatory gout.

And intends to live for the
most part at Dorincourt.

Which is pleasantly situated
in the countryside.

Your son naturally would
also reside there.

The Earl offers you
a cottage nearby.

The boy will be permitted to
visit you whenever he likes.

The Earl will neither
see you, speak with you

or permit you within the
gates of Dorincourt.

Is that all, Mr. Havisham?

Please. Surely, as a mother you
must want is best for your child.

What's best for Ceddie

is being with the dearest and
sweetest mother boy ever had!

I beg you to consider your
son's future, Mrs. Errol.

Get those kids off
of the back of the

What's happening? Get
those kids off the back.

You're gonna fall.
You're gonna get hurt.

I'm sorry to make you walk
the stairs again, Mary.

But would you bring
Ceddie, please?

Considering your financial situation,
I'm surprised you have a servant.

Mary isn't a servant.

She was midwife to
Ceddie when he was born.

And has stayed on out of devotion
although we could not pay her.

She's all the family
that Ceddie and I have.

I see.

You've not yet said whether you accept
the Earl's offer and all the terms.

My husband loved England.

He loved his father.

It grieved him that he
was alienated from that.

I will accept the terms.

But only because I know
my husband would wish it.

And I think I believe it
will be to Ceddie's benefit.

Your son will thank you one day.

I hope so.

However

I too have a condition
that must be met.

A condition? Yes.

And if it is violated, I will
take Ceddie and return here.

And the condition, Mrs. Errol?

That Ceddie is not to be told.

Nor is his grandfather ever to
reveal to him his dislike for me.

I will not have my child
torn between his love for me

and the affection he should
feel for his grandfather.

You have my word. Your
wishes will be respected.

Thank you.

It will be difficult for Ceddie to
understand why we must live apart.

But if his grandfather's kind
and loving, he will accept it.

And he will be kind and
loving, Mr. Havisham?

The old gentleman would not have
sent me on this long journey,

if his intentions towards his
grandson were not the best.

That is not an answer.
But I will accept it for now.

You're a woman of considerable
strength and purpose, Mrs. Errol.

I'm a mother who is giving her
child into another's care.

And that care must go
beyond material things.

Me and the boys were playing
a bangup game of Kick-the-Can.

This is Mr. Havisham, Ceddie.

Pleased to meet
you, Mr. Havisham.

So.
This is little Lord Fauntleroy!

It's long past your bedtime, Ceddie.

I know. But I've just been
trying to get it straight.

It is rather a lot for
a small boy to grasp.

Let me see if I can
explain it more clearly.

Your grandfather, whom you've
never met, is an Earl.

That's an aristacrat,
according to Mr. Hobbs.

Aristocrat!

His eldest son, your uncle Maurice,

would've become the Earl, in time.

If he hadn't been killed
in a fall from a horse.

His second eldest son, your uncle
Bevis, would then have become the Earl.

But he died this past
year in Rome of a fever.

That was papa.

So papa died too.
And that leaves me.

Yes. And in time, you will
be the Earl of Dorincourt.

But until then, you're
Lord Fauntleroy.

Do I have to be?

None of the other boys are.

It is a very great
honor, Ceddie.

And it would make
your papa very happy.

Well, if there's no getting out of it,
I guess I'll have to make the best of it.

And I know you will.

When do we have to go away?

Mr. Havisham is making
the arrangements.

And will come tomorrow to
tell us the particulars.

Mary is coming too, isn't she?

If I have to swim me way over!

That would be a sight.

I'm going to have a time though,
explaining what happened to Mr. Hobbs?

Thank you, Mrs. Grabowski.

Help yourself to a
ginger snap, Ceddie.

No, thanks.
Huh?

Do you recall what we
talked about yesterday?

Uh, politics?

We also talked about Lords
and Earls and Marquises.

Recalled it entered
the conversation, yes.

Do you recall you said,

you wouldn't have a Lord nor a Marquis
sitting on one of your barrels?

I sure do. And I wouldn't!

Well, there's one sitting on your
barrel right now, Mr. Hobbs.

You got a headache?
You got a pain somewhere?

I'm fine. And it's the
truth, Mr. Hobbs.

Right now, I'm Lord Fauntleroy.

But someday, I will be an Earl.

You got sun stroke.
I best take you home.

I'm fine. And it's the
truth, Mr. Hobbs.

I wrote down my
grandpa's name exactly.

So I could tell it to you.

"John Arthur Molyneux
Errol, Earl of Dorincourt."

All my grandpa's sons
died, including my papa.

It looks like I'm stuck with it.

I'll be jiggered.
I'm jiggered too, Mr. Hobbs.

You've been dealt a
mighty low blow, Ceddie.

I'll be glad to meet my grandpa.
That part's all right.

But I give you my word. When I'm an
Earl someday, I won't be a tyrant.

It'll be an uphill fight.

But I reckon you'll make it.

Seeing as how your half American.
Best half, I have my lights.

Then we're still friends?

To the death! In spite
of your misfortune.

Thanks, Mr. Hobbs!

Guess I'll have a
ginger snap after all.

The Earl is anxious his
grandson should look forward

with some pleasure to his
future life in England.

And said that if he would expressed
any wishes, I should gratify them.

That much?

Oh, hardly an untoward sum,
Mrs. Errol.

You must remember that a great change
has taken place in your son's life.

Maybe it won't be all that bad, mama.
Being an aristocrat.

Now if I can give Dick
money to buy out Jake.

And buy Mr. Hobbs a
genuine gold watch.

I guess my grandpas just about the
best person in the whole world.

Your grandfather will deny you
nothing, money can purchase.

I'll be blowed!!

If that's not enough
to buy Jake out,

I'll ask Mr. Havisham for more.

Enough? This is more than enough.

Good. Don't forget to buy
a boss sign too, Dick.

I'll be jiggered!

There's writing inside of the
genuine gold watch, Mr. Hobbs.

It says " From your oldest
friend, Lord Fauntleroy."

"from Ceddie to Mr. Hobbs."

"when this you see, remember me."

I ain't like to forget you.

I'm sorry. I won't be able to
become a Democrat now, Mr. Hobbs.

It's the Democrat's
loss, Ceddie.

Well

I guess I better go. Mr. Havisham
is coming to get us.

I'll have to get
dressed up proper.

Here. You take this for luck.

But it's your kerchief.
With lucky horseshoes.

You'll be needing the luck now.

You wear it when you're
with all them swells.

Thanks, Dick. I will.

I'll write and tell you how
it is being Lord Fauntleroy.

You usually enjoy our
morning stroll on deck.

Is something troubling you?

My ma told me last night

she and Mary won't be living in
the same house as me and grandpa.

They will be close by.

You be able to see
your mother every day.

I know.

That's what my ma told me too.

But I can't figure why her and Mary
can't live in grandpa's house along with me.

Do you suppose this is the
reason, Mr. Havisham?

That my grandpa thinks I
ought to have a change?

'Cause I've been living
with ladies all my life.

One could assume that.

Well, then it's all right.
Then it's just for a while.

You think you'll be fond
of your grandfather?

When a person does a lot for you,
and he's your grandpa to boot,

you're bound to be fond of him.

And he'll be fond of me.

Because grandpas are always
fond of their grandsons.

That would seem a
logical assumption.

Is where we're going anything
like Hester Street, Mr. Havisham?

Like Hester Street?

I doubt you'll find any place in
England quite like Hester Street.

Guess I'll have to
make the best of it.

Oh I don't think you'll
be disappointed.

There's no place like England.

And nowhere more fair than
the English countryside.

Is far away, Mr. Havisham?
We should be there by nightfall.

Wake up, Ceddie.

We're here.

Ah, Dawson's here. He's the Earl's
housekeeper, from the castle.

Kindly bring in the trunk with them.
Yes, sir.

I'll keep an eye on them.
I ain't overly trustful of foreigners.

As you wish. This way, Mrs. Errol.

Welcome to Court Cottage.
Thank you.

Good evening, Dawson.
Sir.

I trust the journey was pleasant, ma'am?

It was. And it's kind of you to greet us.

This is sure a fine house.

Dawson, this is Lord Fauntleroy.

Others bow and curtsy. Not you.

Oh. Sorry.

I guess I'll get it
figured out in time.

I knew your father when he was
a little boy, your Lordship.

You're very like him.

That's what mama always says.

Look, Mama!

Her name is Cleo, ma'am. I thought
she might keep you company.

And she shall. Thank you.

Kindly take the trunk to the
bedroom at the head of the stairs.

Yes, ma'am.

Ceddie is so tired.
Surely, he can stay here tonight?

Perhaps it would be just as well.

I'll see you Lord Fauntleroy
is put to bed.

I've been seeing to him since
he came into the world.

And I ain't about to stop now.

Of course.

Go along with Mary, Ceddie.
Good night, mama.

Good night, Mr. Havisham.
Goodnight, My Lord.

Good night, Mrs. Dawson.
Just Dawson, your Lordship.

It sure don't...
doesn't seem very polite.

The Earl has no idea what
he's taking from me.

How... difficult it is for
me to part with Ceddie.

This is scarcely a parting.

Think of it as no more than your
son going off to a nearby school.

We both know better,
Mr. Havisham.

My son will only be a visitor
in his mother's house.

Even my house is not mine.
But his grandpa's.

Will you be good enough to
tell Ceddie's grandfather

I will accept no money from him?

Surely, you cannot mean the income
that he proposes to settle on?

I do.

I must accept this house

because it makes it possible
for me to be near my child.

But I will take no money.

If he dislikes me so intensely, I should
feel as if I were selling Ceddie to him.

His Lordship will be very upset.

He will not understand.

I'm very much afraid, he
will have to understand.

I'm a good seamstress.

And intend to earn what
little Mary and I will need.

I will not take money from a man
who hates me, Mr. Havisham.

And who takes my child from me,
for whatever reason.

I don't look forward to
relaying your message.

But I shall, of course.

Is that my grandpa's house?

That's the gatekeeper's lodge.

God bless you, Your Lordship.
Good luck and happiness to you!

To you too.

Now that's what I call a fine hello.
Who is she, Mr. Havisham?

The gatekeeper.
The boys are her sons.

Do you think the boys will
know how to play Kick-the-Can?

If they don't,
I'll be glad to show them.

I doubt that you'll
be playing with them.

Why not?

As Lord Fauntleroy, you have
a position to maintain.

Being an aristocrat
sure is complicated.

Is this a city park,
Mr. Havisham?

This is Dorincourt.
Your grandfather's estate.

My grandfather owns all this?
Far more!

I'll be blowed!
Mmmhmm.

That's what Dick always says.

How far to my grandfather's
house now, Mr. Havisham?

You can see the castle from here.

I'll be jiggered!

Well, shall we get on with it,
Havisham?

Lord Fauntleroy, sir.

So you're my grandson?

Mighty glad to meet you, grandpa.

Did the trolley run over your foot?
Trolley?

You have to be mighty careful
getting on and off those trolleys.

Push and shove, the
devil's behind you.

Well I've not been run over by a trolley.
I suffer from gout!

I'd have seen to it the boy is
suitably dressed.

But I'm wearing my
best new knickers.

Hardly appropriate
for Lord Fauntleroy.

Mr. Hobbs says clothes
don't make the man.

But I'll wear different clothes
if it's what you want, grandpa.

In fact, I'd be glad to oblige.

This is such a big house.

I guess you won't feel so lonesome
now that I'm here, grandpa.

What makes you think I'm lonesome?

Couldn't see how not.
I know I'd be.

I bet if my ma was here

she'd hardly even be noticed.

Careful.

Dugal has no love for strangers.

But I'm not a stranger.
I'm your grandson.

At least the boy is no coward.

Well as you are my grandson, we'll
just have to make the best of it.

That's what I told Mr. Hobbs.

Who is Mr. Hobbs?

He's our grocer.

He and Dick the bootblack
are my very best friends!

Grocers, bootblacks?
I'm hardly surprised.

I thought a lot about you while I
was on the big ship coming here.

I wondered what you'd look like.
If you'd be like my papa, or not.

Well? Am I?

I don't think so.

You're disappointed?

No, not by a long shot.

Seeing that you're my grandpa,
you'll be nice to me.

You think I've been nice?
Sure have!

You've given me money so Dick could buy
out Jake, who's a terrible drunkard.

And letting me buy Mr. Hobbs
a genuine gold watch.

I'd call that nice.

Your Lordship instructed
me to satisfy his desires.

And he chose to bestow
gifts on his friends.

If Lord Fauntleroy would
be so good as to give me

a few minutes alone
with his grandfather.

There are some business matters
we must discuss.

Don't mind one bit.
Lots to look at in here.

Wouldn't mind your company, though.
Come on Dugal. Come on, come on.

Boys and dogs have a
natural affinity!

A glass of sherry for Mr. Havisham.

My fool doctors deny
me such pleasures.

What do you make of the boy,
Havisham?

I find him most aimiable, sir.
Clods can be aimiable.

He's hardly a clod, my Lord,
if I may say so.

Although I daresay

your Lordship will find him somewhat
different from English children.

Impudent lot from what I've heard.
American children.

Outspoken perhaps,
but not impudent.

I find him surprisingly
mature for one so young.

You call it maturity.
The Yanks call it precocity.

And I call it impudence.

The American blood will tell.

But I'll deal with it. And him.
After my own fashion.

You said there was something
you wished to discuss with me.

Please get on with it.

I have a message from
your grandson's mother.

I'm not interested in the
woman or her messages.

The less I hear about
her, the better.

I'm very much afraid you'll
have to hear this, my Lord.

She refuses to accept
the income we offered.

Refuses? How dare she!

She says that because relations
between you are not friendly

Does she expect friendship?

That sly conniving
mercenary American.

One could scarcely call her
mercenary, my Lord,

since she won't even accept
the money you offer.

Done for effect, Havisham.

She hopes to make me
admire her character.

A ploy, Havisham!

As the boy's mother, she has
a position to maintain.

And she shall take the money
whether she likes it or not.

Then she will not use it.

It's to be sent to
her regardless.

I will not have heard
telling the world

that she has to live like a pauper
because I do nothing for her.

My tenants think little
enough of me as it is.

I've got it.

She thinks to poison the
boy's mind against me.

Quite the contrary.

Mrs. Errol asks...
no, demands...

nothing be said or done that
would lead Lord Fauntleroy

to understand you
had separated him

from his mother because
of your dislike of her.

He loves his mother dearly.

She's convinced this would
alienate him from you.

Come now, Havisham.

Am I to believe she's told him
nothing of my antipathy for her?

Nothing. She wants no shadow
upon that relationship.

She wants the boy to believe you

the most affectionate
of grandparents.

I know your intentions toward
the boy are the best, my Lord.

But your grandson's
impression of you

will depend largely on your
discretion in this matter.

I must urge you not to speak slightly
of his mother in front of him.

That will cause me no hardship since I
don't intend to speak with her at all.

A glass of sherry.

But you said your doctor

I have a barbarian to
make into a Dorincourt!!

I need all the
sustenance I can get.

Lunch to be served, my Lord.

I'll have my glass at the table.

Join us, Havisham?
Thank you, my Lord.

I'll help grandpa walk.

I'm much stronger than I look.

Just lean on me, grandpa.
And we'll make it easy.

The boy's been well prepared
to ingratiate himself.

I doubt that it took
preparation, my Lord.

After all, he is a Dorincourt.

Not yet.

But he will be.
Before I'm through with him.

Just lean on me, grandpa.

I won't let you fall.

I have no intention of falling.

This sure would be a fine
place to play Kick-the-Can.

You wouldn't have to worry about
beer wagons and trolleys.

It's a warm day, isn't it?

But I find it downright cruel, if you
don't mind me saying so, ma'am.

I agree. But there's no
help for it, Mellon.

Lord Fauntleroy doesn't know why
his mother can't be with him.

And he's not to be told.

If that's his Lordship orders,
that's that.

That's a dreadful thing

parting that poor little widow
from her own flesh and blood.

You should've heard the talk
in the servants all last night.

Seems everyone's been taken
by the lad.

Him so innocent, and like he was
dining with his best friend.

Best friend? His Lordship with a temper
and disposition like curdled milk.

Good morning.

Good morning, your Lordship.
I trust you slept well.

Sure did!

This is Mellon.
She's to look after you.

Pleased to meet you Mrs. Mellon.

Not Mrs. Mellon, your Lordship.
Just plain Mellon.

You're not plain at all.

The and my friend Dick
would say you're smashing.

If you'll get up now, Mellon will
see to your bath and dress you.

And you can breakfast
with his Lordship.

I can dress myself.

And if you don't mind,
I'd as soon take my own bath.

As you wish.

Bring his Lordship to the
dining room as soon as he's ready.

I'll just run your bath,
your Lordship.

I'd assume you'd call me Ceddie.

It wouldn't be fitting,
your Lordship.

I'm not sure I'm going to
take to being an aristocrat.

Of course you will,
your Lordship.

Don't you think this is a big house
just for two people, Mellon?

Oh, I'll wait till you see
the horses and stables.

Think what you'll have to tell
your mama when you see them.

It's a fact. I think we will
be great friends, Mellon.

Bless your heart, sir.

Do I have to wear this
funny suit, Mellon?

You look just elegant.

Besides, it's what his
Lordship ordered.

Am I glad the boys on Hester
Street can't see me now.

How's that?

His Lordship's waiting
breakfast for you.

But I think you best
take off the cap.

All right.

What's in that room?

Your playroom, your Lordship.

You mean I have a special
room just for playing?

Back home my friend Sam's whole
family lives in just one room.

And there are six of them.

This is all mine? All yours.

I wasn't here then.

But Dawson says that all in this
room belonged to your own dear papa.

My own papa?

I guess my grandpa loved
my papa an awful lot.

I think we best go
down, my Lordship.

The kippers not to your liking?

I never had a fish for
breakfast before.

What's that?
I never had… Never mind, grandpa.

Eat your breakfast.

I guess I'm not very hungry.

Thanks for the toys and games.

What?
Thanks for toys and games!

Oh, games are important.

They prepare a boy for the
larger game of life, I'm told.

They'll prepare you to become
the Earl of Dorincourt.

Becoming an Earl is pretty important.

No need to moon about it.

I wasn't. I was just
thinking about mama.

You're what?

I never had breakfast
without mama before.

You may see your mother later today.

Pardon me, your Lordship.
The Rev. Mr. Muldaur is here.

He says the matter is urgent.

The matter is always urgent
for the Rev. Mr. Muldaur.

Show him in, Dawson.

I never met a reverend
mister before..

You're status, the more gracious.

Good morning, your Lordship.

Be good enough to come closer.

I see no reason for us
to shout at each other.

Well, what is it this time?

Another complaint from the parish?

Or an appeal for yet another charity?

My grandson, Lord Fauntleroy.

Pleased to make your acquaintance,
Reverend Mister Muldaur.

And yours, your Lordship.

You've come a long way.

And many will be happy that
you've made the journey safely.

Shall we get on with it, Muldaur?

Lord Fauntleroy is very much
like his father, your Lordship.

He is his father's son.

Well. Who is in trouble now, Muldaur?

It's Higgins of Edge farms, sir.

He's been ill himself, and his
children both have whooping cough.

He's now behind with his rent.

And your bailiff has told him
that he must pay or leave.

Higgins came to me yesterday
to ask if I'd intercede.

But I beg you to give him more time.

And also a small loan to buy the
medicine the children need.

Higgins is a bad tenant
and worse farmer.

And he's always behind
with his rent.

It's true he's not a good
manager of his affairs.

But he is in grave trouble
now, your Lordship.

If the farm is taken from
him, the family will starve.

My grandpa will never
let that happen.

We have a philanthropist
in our midst.

One who bestows largess on
bootblacks and grocers.

A kind heart becomes Lord Fauntleroy.

In that way, he is
certainly like his father.

But unlike his grandfather?

I think you've got the kindest
heart in the whole world, grandpa.

And I ought to know.

You would help Higgins?

I can't. But I know you will.

Inform Higgins

he has two weeks in which to pay
his rent or vacate the farm.

I beg you to reconsider,
your Lordship.

Good morning, Muldaur.

Good morning, your Lordship.

What is it?

I guess you have a good reason for
not helping Higgins, grandpa.

You've not yet been taught

the responsibilities of
your future position.

But when you are,

you will understand that is essential
to be firm with underlings.

What's "underlings"?

Parasites, like Higgins.

They prefer to live off charity
rather than do honest work.

Ahh.

If you have no wish for more
breakfast, we'll go to the stables.

I just got it straight.
What straight?

Why you said you are not
going to help Higgins.

Even though I know you are.
And?

Of course you are. You
said it yourself.

I'm going to have to
learn responsibilities

if I'm going to become
the Earl someday.

You don't have to pretend
you're not going help Higgins

just so I can learn
responsibilities, grandpa.

Come, we'll go to the stables.

If you don't mind, I'd
like to go see mama first.

There's a pony in the stables.

Your own pony.

My own pony!

You give me everything, grandpa!

But I'll go see mama first.

Sure got lots to tell dearest.

Dearest? What's dearest?

I guess I can tell you,
since you're my grandpa.

I already told Mr. Hobbs.

I call mama "dearest" sometimes.

Because that's what
papa used to call her.

I can't wait to tell Mama about all
the things you gave me, grandpa.

I guess you're the best
grandpa in the whole world!

Know what I decided, grandpa?
What?

What people really don't
understand about aristocrats.

So I'm going to write to
Mr. Hobbs and set him straight.

I gather you're Mr. Hobbs has
a low opinion of aristocrats.

Well, he thinks that they're tyrants.

That's because he don't
know any aristocrat.

So I'm going to tell them
that you're the best ever.

And when I grow up, I
hope I'm just like you.

The only thing is,
now that I'm going to be an Earl.

I can't become a Democrat
or become president.

Which is what Mr. Hobbs
had in mind for me.

President? You will go
to the House of Lords!

Is it just as good
as being President?

Poor child. Infinitely superior!

Go on there.

Come on. Come on.

Whoa.

I'll get out first. Then you
can lean on me, grandpa.

I'm not getting out.

You're not going to see Mama?

I've important
business to attend to.

Mama will be very disappointed.

Hustings will come for
you in two hours time.

Go ahead.

Oh, Ceddie! Mama!

Home, Hustings.

How are you? Fine.

Did you sleep well? Yeah,
I have a huge bed!

And you're happy?

Lord Fauntleroy
sits well, my Lord.

All Dorincourts sit well.

Can I go faster, grandpa?
You're not afraid?

Not by a long shot.

Let him have the reins.

Come on! Faster, come on!

Rise in the stirrups,
your Lordship.

I'm rising every time.

That will do, Wilkins!

Can I go for a real
ride, grandpa?

I'll keep a watchful eye
on him, your Lordship.

See that you do.

Charlie.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Bye, grandpa!

He sure is spunky,
your Lordship.

Get on with your work.

Whoa... whoa.

You had enough, your Lordship?

Not by a long shot!

Don't feel right without
my cap though.

Let's go. Come on.

You got a long way to go?

The boy lives in the
village, your Lordship.

It's him! It's him that's
come from America!

Give him a hand up
on my pony, Wilkins.

Your Lordship?

He can't walk very well.
And I can.

Here, ride my mount.

It's too big for him.

Give him a hand, Wilkins.
Please.

What's your name?

Georgie.
Georgie Hawker.

Pleased to meet you, Georgie.

So let's go.

Won't his Lordship
give me what for.

Mrs. Dibble, Mrs. Dibble!
Look!

What? Ah, it must be him.

It's little Lord Fauntleroy!

How do?

He knows Georgie.

Can I put here? Yes.

I'll be back in a minute.

Excuse me. Yes?

You put things on account?

That depends on whose account.

My grandpa, the
Earl of Dorincourt.

So I guess his credit's good.

The Earl?

Then you must be...
little Lord Fauntleroy!

Would I be wearing this
getup if I wasn't?

He wouldn't let the boy ride
my mount, your Lordship.

He said it was too high.

"Wilkins," he says.

"The boy is lame and I am not."

Then... he bought a crutch
for the boy from Mr. Kinsey.

And then when we got
to the cottage,

he whips off his cap and
says to the boy's mother,

"I've brought your son home,
ma'am."

"And the crutch is from...
my grandpa."

If you don't mind my
saying so, your Lordship,

Little Lord Fauntleroy
has won the hearts

of the whole village
with what he's done.

You could've knocked
me down with a feather

when he asked to buy those
crutches for little Georgie.

Such a lovely child.

Fair took my breath away.

He looks so like his father.

And a dearer man never
lived than Captain Errol!

Wouldn't wish one of my own to
live with the Earl of Dorincourt.

Look, that's his mother.

Isn't she in luck?

Bless you, my lady.

There's no reason for you to curtsy.
But I thank you for your blessing.

It's very nice of you
to be here, Mrs. Errol.

I'll help grandpa walk.

He's his father all over again.

Everybody's sure glad
to see you, grandpa.

They're bowing to you.
To me?

Take off your hat.

God bless your young Lordship
and a long life for you.

Thanks. You too.

What is it, Higgins?

You're Higgins? Sure pleased
to meet you, Mr. Higgins.

I guess you feel a lot better

now that my grandpa said that
you can stay on the farm.

But I guess you know how
good my grandpa is.

You look poorly and
should be in bed.

When you're fit again, see that
you do better with the farm.

Thanks, your Lordship.

I hope your children get over their
whooping cough, Mr. Higgins.

You sure made Mr. Higgins
happy, grandpa.

I'm sure learning
how to be an Earl!

Mama and Mary came to
church too, grandpa.

Why don't we sit with them?

Our place is in the family pew.

But Mama and Mary
are family too.

What's that, Grandpa?

A memorial to our ancestors.

They don't know how to
spell no better than me.

We shall now sing Hymn 298.

"Praise, my soul,
the King of Heaven."

Praise, my soul,
the King of Heaven.

To His feet thy tribute bring.

Ransomed, healed,
restored, forgiven,

Ever more His praises sing:

Praise Him, Praise Him.

Praise Him, Praise Him.

Praise the everlasting King.

You for work?

I'm a good seamstress, Mrs.
Smith.

You're his Lordship's mother!

I'm also my own person.

Of course if you have
no need for help

I have this need. I'm the only
dressmaker for miles around.

What would the Earl think?

That does not concern me.
I have a living to make.

I prefer of course to
do the sewing at home.

As it's a long walk
to the village.

It doesn't surprise me, my lady.

What doesn't surprise you?

That the young
captain married you.

Thank you. Will you take me on?

With pleasure, my lady.

And you will do me a kindness if
you cease to call me "my lady."

I'm Mrs. Errol..

It's all the title I want
or have ever wanted.

Then Mrs. Errol, it shall be.

I took a wrong turn on
the way to the village.

Came to a dreadful place.

I've never seen such
poverty and despair.

The houses were all decayed.

There was an open ditch with a
stench that took my breath away.

Earl's Lane.. It's where his
Lordship tenants live.

It's best to stay away. There's
always terrible sickness there.

It comes from hunger and filth.

Look it over.
Fine birds, Mr. McGregor.

But I'll wager you'll be pleased to
do your own shooting again, my Lord.

Keep an eye out for
poachers, Mr. McGregor.

Yes, your Lordship.

I'll not have my birds in end up
on the tables of the tenants.

The signs are posted. And
all know the penalty. But...

when people hunger,
your Lordship.

Those who don't work
deserve to go hungry.

Take the birds to the
kitchen, McGregor.

Yes, my Lord.

Good afternoon, sir.

Hustings.

Be good enough to
inform the lady

I have no desire to
converse with her.

Kindly inform his Lordship

that an exchange of "good afternoon"
hardly constitutes a conversation.

Tell the lady

that she is sadly mistaken if she
hopes to ingratiate herself with me.

Please tell his Lordship

I have no desire or need
to ingratiate myself.

He is my husband's father
and my son's grandfather.

And I merely show him the
same courtesy I would

show his gamekeeper if the
circumstance were the same.

Tell the lady

that like all Americans,
she is exceedingly rude.

Tell his Lordship
that it's obvious

Americans do not have a
monopoly on rudeness.

Tell the lady she offends me.

Tell his Lordship I
certainly hope so.

Tell the lady

The lady has heard quite
enough, Hustings.

I thank God each day for the
Revolution that freed us from

the arrogance and ill temper
of the British aristocracy.

Madam!!

We won that war. And I have no
intention of losing this one.

Good day, Hustings!

Shall I just drive
on, your Lordship?

I want no gossip about this
conversation, Hustings.

What conversation was that,
your Lordship?

Drive on.

Shouldn't Mama be
home by now, Mary?

Must've stopped by that awful place
again to help out like she does.

Seeing to the sick, and bringing
what cheer she can.

Is mama happy, Mary?

She never says.

Of course she's happy!

She'd pack up bag and bagage
if she wasn't.

But not without me.

You'd be the first
thing she'd pack.

I'm sorry that I made
you wait, Ceddie.

Mama!

Mary told me where you were.

New or alterations?

Alterations.

I'll fix you a cup of tea.

You look awful tired, mama.
I'm quite alright.

Do you realize we've been here
a whole month, Ceddie?

A month?
Mmm hmm.

I haven't even wrote

I mean written to
Mr. Hobbs and Dick yet.

Going to do it as soon as I get back.

Has your grandfather said anything
yet about your schooling?

Well. he says I'm going
to have a tutor.

But, why can't I just go to school?

I suppose because it takes special
training to become a Lord.

Sometimes I'd just as soon
not become one.

Not if we can't live
in the same house.

You promised you would accept it,
without question, Ceddie.

Someday you'll understand.

I guess. But I sure don't now.

When you're the Earl of Dorincourt,

you'll be brave and kind.
And do only good for others.

The world should always be a little
better because a man has lived.

Good morning.

Your foot's better, grandpa.

My gout has subsided.

That's fine, grandpa.

I know it must've
hurt an awful lot.

I guess that's why you were
grumpy sometimes, grandpa.

Possibly.

May I inquire what
you are writing?

It's a letter to
Mr. Hobbs and Dick.

I should've done it before.

But "Better late than never",
like Mr. Hobbs says.

Quite a philosopher,
your Mr. Hobbs.

That's what mama says too.

I had a fine dinner
with Mama yesterday.

And you know what else she said?

"The world should feel a little
better because a man has lived."

I think the world will be a lot
better because you lived, grandpa.

Thank you.

My fool doctor tells
me I may ride again.

You will accompany me tomorrow?

That'll be fine, grandpa.

Well, I'd better finish my letter.

Dugal.

"So you see, it's a mistake
about Earls being tyrants.

"It's only that they are the top man,
so they get blamed a lot.

"But then you never knew any Earls,

"so I can see how you wouldn not
have a first-hand idea.

"My grandpa has gout in his foot which
makes him cranky. But he is better now.

"I love him very much.

"And so do almost all of the
people who work on his land.

"Which are called 'tenants.'

"Which is different from being
a tenant on Hester Street.

Does that make any sense to you?
Nah.

They call them tenants
over there, huh?

It still means "them which is in
servitude to the aristocrats"!

Let me get on with it.

"The only thing is mama and Mary
don't live with grandpa and me.

"But they got a fine
house all to themselves.

"I'd as soon they lived with us.

"Well, that's that.

"Please write a letter to me. And
give my regards to the boys.

"I miss you and Dick.

There is a dungeon, uhh...
under the castle.

"But my grandpa never put
anyone in there." Oh, yeah?

"Your old friend Ceddie.
Lord Fauntleroy.

"PS, I have to
sign it that way."

I call it queer.

Ceddie's ma and Mary aren't living
in the same house with him.

Queer? What I call it ain't
fit for public consumption.

You don't appear to be
enjoying your ride today.

I was thinking about mama.

You're free to see her
whenever you wish.

I know. But don't you
miss not seeing mama?

Since I don't know her I
can't say I miss seeing her.

I thought maybe you'd want to.

Mama said I mustn't ask you
any questions, so I won't.

I miss her most at night.

I look out my window.

Mama puts a lamp there
for me to see.

I'm a long way off,
but I know what it says.

It says "good night and
God's keep you."

That's what my ma used to
say to me every night.

We'll go to the promontory today.

There's something you should see.

All this will be yours one day.

Mine? When?

When you're the Earl of Dorincourt.

When I'm dead.

But then I don't want it.

I don't want you to be dead.

Kind of you to say so.

What's way over there, grandpa?

That's where my tenants live.
It's called Earl's Lane.

I'd like to see it.

I don't suppose I've been
down there in 20 years.

Well, I think I better see it
if it's going to be mine someday.

Bless your Lordship.

And your sweet mother.

Comes like an angel of mercy.

To bring food and see to the sick.

When you're the Earl, see to it that you
are more responsible than I have been.

Whose lane is to be renovated?

Every miserable cottage.

And I've given the bailiff instructions
for that stinking ditch to be filled in.

It will improve the
value of the property.

Hey, who'd think anyone could sop
the heart of that old tyrant.

Sopping? No. Shaming!

You wish to see me your Lordship?

This is a list of the
guests to be invited.

Guests? For what, your Lordship?

I intend to give a dinner party.

To mark the renovation
of Earl's Lane.

No need to look as if the
world were coming to an end.

No, your Lordship.

It's just that we've not had
a dinner party for 20 years.

Better late than never.

Where have I heard that before?

Lady Lorradaile!

Yes, Dawson, my sister!
Lady Lorradaile.

And Sir Harry.

Yes, your Lordship.

"No need to look like the world is
coming to an end" his Lordship says.

A dinner party? Here?

What's more, Lady
Lorradaile is invited.

What? They haven't exchanged
a word in 20 years!

His Lordship is proud
as a turkey cock.

Thomas, the guest list.

Take it to Cocker the stationer.

His Lordship wants the invitations
written in his best hand.

Mellon, a new velvet
suit is to be ordered

for Lord Fauntleroy.
See to it immediately.

The guestrooms are to
be aired and ready.

And the castle is to be scrubbed
and polished from top to dungeon.

Wilkins there'll be carriages to see to
and horses to stable. Prepair the groups.

As for myself, I intend to lie
down to get over the shock.

... like this, grandpa.
Now turn around

and kick it with the
inside of your foot.

Right, Grandpa!

Go fetch it! Good boy!
Come on, Dugal, come on.

Cedric is my only
grandson, Havisham.

The woman is a fraud.

Quite possibly, my Lord.
But we must be certain.

Have I your permission to
use a private investigator?

Dammit, man.

No stone is to be left unturned
which would expose this Minna Boggs

as the imposter she is.

To say my son Bevis married her?

Some eight years ago. And that
the child resulted the match.

Now she claims that it is her son, not
Cedric, is the rightful heir to the title.

Wicked nonsense, Havisham!

I sincerely hope that is the case,
my Lord.

What manner of woman is she?

In appearance, she's handsome
in a coarse sort of way.

At our first brief meeting,
I gathered she was a dancer,

who came to England with some
tawdry American company.

She's uneducated and openly
mercenary, I feel.

I've no doubt there may have
been an alliance of sorts.

Bevis rarely showed discrimination
in his choice of companions.

But marriage to a
woman of that sort.

That I do not believe.

Put your investigator
to work, Havisham.

Dugal finally got the
hang of it, Grandpa.

Pretty he sure chewed up the ball.

We'll find another ball.

You're looking very
fit, Lord Fauntleroy.

Couldn't be fitter.

I think grandpa looks fit too.

That's because we ride every day.
It's good for us.

Have I told you how dear
you've become to me, Cedric?

You don't have to tell me, grandpa.
I know without you're saying.

Your whole day early for
the party, Mr. Havisham.

But better early than not
at all, I always say.

Unfortunately, I shall
have to miss the party.

I must return to London.

I won't detain you any longer,
Havisham.

I wish you every success.

It will be our success, my Lord.

Lord Fauntleroy.

No stone left unturned, Havisham.

Not the smallest
pebble, my Lord.

Mr. Havisham's your best
friend, isn't he, grandpa?

Mr Hobbs always says:

"When push comes to shove,

"here's nothing like having a
true blue friend in your corner."

Welcome, Your Ladyship...
Sir Harry.

You never thought you'd
see me come through

these doors again,
did you, Dawson?

You haven't changed.

Nor have you, my lady.

Oh, fiddlesticks!
I'm old as the hills!

Where is my brother?

Waiting for you in the
library, my lady.

And the boy?
He's at his lessons.

I'm to bring him to you in the library
as soon as you arrive, my lady.

Harry peer at the lion in his den.

Please.

Constancia. Molyneux.

Harry.

You look well, Constancia.

And you look better than
when I last saw you.

I was surprised to
get your invitation.

But so very pleased.

I regret our estrangement.

It was a foolish quarrel over
an inconsequential matter.

For the life of me, I can't
recall the reason for our fracas.

Of no consequence.

You've mellowed.
Now tell me about the boy.

He's all Dorincourt!

And I challenge
anyone to dispute it.

You're fond of him?

He's a fine boy.

Cedric! Come here!

I am your great Aunt Constancia.

I adored your dear father.
And you're so like him.

This is your great Uncle Harry.

Pleased to meet you, Uncle Harry.

Well, Cedric.
Are you happy here?

It took a little while for me
and grandpa to get acquainted.

But we are fine friends now.

We are indeed.

You'll be amplifying the
conversation after your lessons.

I'm learning how to talk French.
It's pretty tricky.

Run along now.

You actually dote on the
boy, you old curmudgeon.

Nonsense.

Most children are idiots or bores.

It so happens that
Cedric is neither.

Surely, his mother deserves
some credit for that.

I prefer not to discuss it.

Still... I understand your
tenants adore her.

It's the boy who's
won their affection.

But I have to admit, the mother
has brought him up well.

I should like to visit Cedric's
mother this afternoon.

That is entirely for you to decide.

What is it, Dawson?

I thought Lady Lorradaile
and Sir Harry might prefer

tea in their rooms after
their long journey.

Tea and some of those
delicious cucumber and

crest sandwiches for
which you are famous.

After 20 years, our first
meeting deserves a kiss.

There.

I share your
happiness, Molyneux.

Cedric is an enchanting child.

Come, Harry.

No!
My Lord?

Cedric is the rightful heir!

And I'll accept no other.

I wish you to know that
I entirely disapprove

of my brother's treatment of you.

I accept it for Ceddie's sake,

and his father's.

I made scones.

I never understand what
folks here see in them.

But I baked a butter cake too.

And it'll be out of the
oven in two shakes.

And you'll come and join
us when it's ready now?

I might.

No English server would comport
themselves in that fashion.

But Mary isn't a servant.

She is my friend and companion.

As dear to Ceddie as she is to me.

I see.

I like you, Mrs. Errol.

Would you come and spend Christmas
with us at Lorradaile Park?

That's very kind of you.

But I promised Ceddie
I would always be nearby.

I understand.

My brother's sons
Maurice and Bevis

were bitter disappointments to him.

Wastrels and weaklings.

Your Cedric, your
husband, whom he loved.

Cedric disappointed him too.

By marrying me.

My brother would be not be so
prejudiced if he knew you.

I doubt that will ever
come to pass!

Oh.

Won't Ceddie look dear in this?

He won't he detest wearing it.

My grandson, Lord Fauntleroy.
Lady Grace.

You're beautiful enough
to be a princess.

You make the most of
your time, Fauntleroy.

You'll not dare be so
foolish when you're older.

I think Lord Fauntleroy will
always say what he thinks.

So you think I'm beautiful, do you?

Beautifuler than anyone.

Except my mama, of course.

No one should be more beautiful
to a boy than his mother.

Excuse us. Come, Cedric.

You must be introduced
to the other guests.

Freddy, my grandson.
Lord Fauntleroy.

Lord Ashbey Delefante.

I knew your father, my boy.

Great Huntsman.
Ride the hounds, my boy?

I only ride to a promontory.
And sometimes the village.

You are a love.

What's that in your
pocket, Ceddie?

Oh. It's a gift from
Dick the bootblack.

He said I was to wear it when
I'm with all the swells.

So I guess now is
the right time.

Molyneux, how do you like
being called a swell?

I daresay have
been called worse.

Especially by me.

But you are a bit of a
tyrant when we were

both growing up in this
monstrous old house.

Well, Ceddie.
Are you enjoying the party?

Well. It's not very lively.

But I guess is because the
music is not very likely.

I've heard livelier in
Westminster Abby.

We will do something about it!

Constancia!

Fiddlesticks! Come, Ceddie.

Lord Fauntleroy has a request.

Tell them what you'd like
them to play, Ceddie.

Oh, Dem Golden Slippers.
It goes like this.

They played at the Starlight
Bar on Hester Street.

Me and the boys used to
wait in the alley and

watch the dancing girls
when the door opened.

It was sure a sight!

Sing it to them.

Then perhaps our esteemed
musicians can pick up the tune.

Don't mind.

Oh, Dem golden slippers!
Oh, Dem golden slippers!

Golden slippers I'm gonna wear,
because they look so neat.

Oh, Dem golden slippers!
Oh, Dem golden slippers!

Golden slippers I'm gonna wear,
To walk the golden street.

Shall we? Why not!

May I? You may.
I'm ready to drop!

Oh, Dem golden slippers!
Oh, Dem golden slippers!

Oh, Dem golden slippers!
Oh, Dem golden slippers!

Oh, Dem golden slippers!
Oh, Dem golden slippers!

Oh, Dem golden slippers!
Oh, Dem golden slippers!

Oh, so, Molyneux!

The House of Dorincourt has finally
got an heir worthy of the title.

Something's troubling you, Molyneux?
What is it?

You'll hear it soon enough.

Faster, man! Faster! Dammit,
this isn't a funeral.

It may well be.

My Lord.

The worst possible news.

I've never known bad news
to improve with keeping.

Bevis did marry the
woman eight years ago.

She has the marriage certificate.
And it has been verified.

Much as it pains me, my Lord.

I'm afraid her son is the
rightful heir to the title.

Bevis brought me nothing
but unhappiness in life.

And now in death as well.

There's no question about it?

Sir, the ceremony was
performed at White Chapel.

And duly registered.

Why has the woman waited
till now to make her claim?

She told me that only
recently she understood

her son could lay
claim to the title.

If anyone had told me

that I could care for a
child as I care for Cedric,

I would not have believed it.

I'm not well liked... yet...

he finds me to his liking.

He would've filled my
place better than I have.

He would've done
honor to the name.

Bring the woman here.

And her spawn.

House them at the inn.

And thank you.

Get along, boy.
We ain't got all day.

We're gonna see your
grandpa, the Earl.

Commoner dirt!

Serves his Lordship right.

Treating the captain's
great lady the way he did.

We should not pass judgment.

Perhaps the woman is
not what she appears.

You don't mind the free talk,
Rev. Muldaur?

I know a tart when I see one.

Well, what's she like,
Mrs. Dawson?

Think the worst.
And you'll be half right.

Let her come into the house.
And I'll go out of it.

Get me a cup of teano.
No, a sherry. I feel faint.

How is his Lordship taking it?

As well as can be expected.

What will happen to little
Lord Fauntleroy now?

He'll not be heir to Dorincourt,
that's what.

I never thought I'd say it but
my heart goes out to the Earl.

I've never seen a
man so shattered.

Does it mean I have to go
away from you, grandpa?

That will never happen.

Will I still be your
boy like before?

You will always be my boy.

Well, I don't care
about the Earl part.

I was just afraid

if I couldn't be the Earl
and I couldn't be your boy

Who'd come visiting
on a raw day like this?

It's his honor. His Lordship,
I mean. Well, whatever.

Kindly come in, your Lordship.

The chair near the
fire is comfortable.

Thank you. I prefer to stand.

I shall only stay a moment.

You know why I've come here.

Mr. Havisham has informed me
of the new claim to the title.

That claim will be contested.

If a contest can be made.

Ceddie must have nothing
that is not his right.

The idea that a child of
that outrageous woman should...

I'm certain that his mother cares
for him as I care for Ceddie.

And if she was your
eldest son's wife,

her son is Lord Fauntleroy,
and mine is not.

Perhaps you prefer your son not
to become the Earl of Dorincourt.

There was a time when I would
have been so inclined.

But there is such suffering.
Such poverty.

I know Ceddie would've used his
position to improve the lot of others.

That he would've been
decent and caring.

Unlike his grandfather?

I've not had the pleasure
of knowing his grandfather.

But I know Ceddie loves you.

Would he love me I wonder

if you had told him, I would
never receive you at the castle?

I think not.

Few women would've
remained silent.

I'm an old man,
and was tired of life.

Your son gave me
something to live for.

It pleased me to think that
someday he would take my place.

It seems that's not to be.

I came to tell you

that Cedric will be well provided for,
both now and in the future.

It is your privilege.

And you may see Ceddie
whenever you wish.

I will not deny you his company.

Nor deny him yours.

Thank you.
Good afternoon.

Well. Like it's been said,
pride goeth before a fall.

I'm sorry for him, Mary.

This is a bitter moment for him.

Dick!

Dick!

I got a letter from Ceddie.
That's good news.

You won't think so when
you hear it what it says.

"Dear Mr. Hobbs and Dick,

"I got something curious to tell you,
and I know you will be surprised.

"It's all a mistake.

"And I am not a Lord,
and will not be a Earl.

"A lady which was married to my uncle
Bevis has a a little boy

"and he comes first.

"I don't mind it all,

"seeing as I can live
with mama and Mary now,

"and go see my
grandpa every day,

"which is everything
turned around.

"Isn't it?
"It sure is.

We are going to stay here because
mama knows that I love my grandpa

"and that he loves me

"but I'm not gonna be rich
or be a Earl.

"So there you are."

I'll be blowed.

Now wait. There's more.

"My grandpa is in a terrible state
'cause he don't like the lady,

"but he'll get over it,
I'm sure."

Yeah I'm sure..Uhhuh. Yeah.

"I will write another letter
soon to tell you more.

"I hope business is booming.
Love from your old friend,

"Ceddie. PS, not Lord
Fauntleroy anymore."

You know what?
Ceddie's been done in.

Done in proper, in my opinion.
It's a put up job.

That English aristocrat's is robbing Ceddie
of his rights 'cause he's an American.

They had a fight against us
ever since the Revolution.

And they're taking
it out on Ceddie.

Look it was in this morning's
paper, including a picture.

Hmm. That's Minna!

Yeah, Minna. Minna Errol.

That's what it says.
"Daughter-in-law of English Earl."

Daughter-in-law, my foot!

That's Minna Tipton!
That's who that is.

What's the matter with you?

She married my brother Ben!

Yeah, left him flat to go to
London nine, 10 years ago.

With some tinsley show.

And that boy. He's the
spitting image of Ben.

I even know where she had him too.
In Bellevue Hospital!

Well, I'll be jiggered.

There's no question
in your mind?

No, sir. That's Minna all right.

Where is your brother Ben now?
He's in Kansas City.

Had a postal card from
him just the other day.

He's running some rinkydink
show down there.

Pack up your brushes
and polishes!

I'll pay the damages. Whatever!

We're gonna get
ourselves a lawyer.

Faster, man! Faster!

This isn't a funeral!
It's a celebration!

A fraud! I knew it!

But what of her
marriage to Bevis?

Illegal since the woman
was already married.

It seems Bevis and the lady tired
of each other quickly and parted.

What is your plan, Havisham?
How do we proceed?

I knew your Lordship
would have no objection

to my moving quickly
on this matter,

so I cabled monies to
the lawyer in New York.

To pay passage for the woman's
husband and his brother Dick.

– The bootblack? – The same.

And since Dick wouldn't
come without Mr. Hobbs

the grocer? Precisely.

Their ship docks in Liverpool
the day before Christmas.

I've already arranged for swift
transportation to Dorincourt.

Good.

The woman is still at the inn?

Yes, my Lord. Biding her time.

She's to be told nothing…yet.

Nor is anyone to be told.

Lord Fauntleroy, not even to know
that his friends are coming?

Let it be a surprise to him.

Well done, Havisham.

Well done, indeed.

O come, all ye faithful,

Joyful and triumphant!

O come ye, O come ye
to Bethlehem.

Come and behold him.

Born the King of Angels.

O come, let us adore Him.

O come, let us adore Him.

Well, I'll be jiggered!

Christ the Lord.

Sure live good, these here
aristocrats, eh?

I sure wouldn't mind having my
shoe shining concession here.

You could put on
a proper circus.

Clowns. Elephants. The big top.

The lady has arrived,
your Lordship.

She still suspects nothing,
I hope.

Nothing, my Lord. She believes
she's to take up residence here.

Show the lady in, Dawson.

Mr. Tipton.

Would you be good enough
to stand at my side?

Minna! I see you've been
up to your old tricks.

This lady is your
wife, Mr. Tipton?

Tied the knot nine years
ago this January.

And fathered a little
feller one year later.

Liar!

I never saw your
ugly face before!

It's my Minna, all right.

Shrew and fishwife
from the word Go.

Who you gonna believe?
Some shady character, or me?

Who's practically your own
flesh and blood, once removed.

My boy is you right and proper heir.

And I want what's coming to him.

What's coming to you is
the back of my hand.

You gonna let him
talk to me like that?

Me, who's the mother of your
lovely little grand son?

Save your breath, Minna. The jig's up.
And you know what!

Shut up, you worm!

Some father you are,
depriving your own son!

You dirty doubledealing spoiler!

You lost your looks. But not
your sweet disposition!

It's hello and goodbye, Minna.

Well, I ain't leaving.

I deserve something.

For the tender care I
gave your drunkard son.

Is Mrs. Tipton entitled to
compensation, Havisham?

Hardly, my Lord.

I suggest we send
for the Constable.

British jurisprudence deals severely
with frauds and pretenders.

You know the way out, madam.

I suggest you take it.

I should've done you in
instead of leaving you.

I am forever in your
debt, Mr. Tipton.

It's been a pleasure,
Your Highness.

Dawson, kindly send
for Lord Fauntleroy.

Already have, my Lord.

They're here?

Mr. Hobbs, Dick?

Never been so jiggered when
Dawson said you were here.

Not half so jiggered as us.

Up in this here castle with
an ocean voyage to boot.

Boy, you sure do look elegant
in them clothes, Ceddie.

I have to wear them. It goes
with the job of being a Lord.

Well, they're becoming, Ceddie.

Mind you, I ain't one to admire
the trappings of aristocrats.

Hey, could we see the
dungeon, Ceddie?

I ain't never seen one before.

And I sure would like to
before we have to go back home.

But Dawson said you won't
leave before a fortnight.

What's a fortnight?
Two whole weeks.

I hope your business
doesn't suffer.

Or yours, Mr. Hobbs.

I wouldn't have missed this
trip and its consequences.

For all the tea
in China, Ceddie.

Me neither.

Well, then will
have a fine time.

There will be a great
Christmas party tomorrow.

And you and Mr. Hobbs are
the guests of honor.

Grandpa said for you to stay
in the house of Dorincourt.

Whatever that means.

There will be music and dancing.
And heaps to eat.

I just wish Mama and
Mary could come too.

Will have a separate Christmas
party with Mama and Mary!

We sure will. Okay!

It's snowing!

I wonder if Mama is watching
the snow coming down too?

Wake up, your Lordship. Wake up!

Are Mr. Hobbs and Dick up yet?

Up and about.
Had breakfast hours ago.

And went with Wilkins
to see the stables.

Hours ago? Why didn't
you wake me up?

His Lordship said I was
to let you sleep in.

Seeing as how there
is a big day ahead.

But we best step lively now.

His Lordship wants you
in the Great Hall.

I guess grandpa wants me to
see my Christmas presents.

What do you think of Dick?
He thinks you're smashing.

He's a caution, that Dick.

Here you are, your Lordship.

And you're to go straight to
the Great Hall. Don't forget.

I'm coming, grandpa!

I'll be jiggered!

Now that IS a Christmas tree!

Mama!

Custom has decreed,

that each Christmas,

a celebration should be
held in the servant's hall

for all at the castle.

This year the celebration is being
held here in the Great Hall.

By my grandson's degree.

This is a most joyous
Christmas I've ever known.

I ask you to drink to the
health and happiness...

of the future Earl
of Dorincourt:

Lord Fauntleroy.

Lord Fauntleroy!

You must respond.

This is the best
Christmas I ever had.

And I don't mind one bit
being Lord Fauntleroy.

And the future Earl
of Dorincourt.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

And to all the
people everywhere!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Did I do all right?