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("Cissy Strut" by The Meters playing)

(murmurs)

(Fanny)I think Linda's marriage
was a failure

almost from the beginning.

She and Tony Kroesig were married
in February,

had a hunting honeymoon,

and were settled down for good

in Bryanston Square by Easter.

(Tony) Morning.

(Fanny)Tony started working
in his father's old bank

and prepared to step
into a Conservative seat

in the House of Commons.

...for extending to me
its usual generous indulgence...

(Fanny)An ambition which
was very soon realised.

(members of parliament) Hear, hear!

You were kind to give me
such a wonderful present!

(Fanny)The Kroesigs thought
Linda Radlett

affected, eccentric,
and extravagant.

The Radletts considered
Tony Kroesig

a pompous, money-grubbing arse.

Consider making some judicious
investments in America.

You might be glad
to go there yourself.

There's not a war.

I may be old,
but I can still shoot, damn you!

I loathe abroad!

Nothing would induce me
to live there!

And as for foreigners,
they're all the same,

they all make me sick!

(Sir Leicester)
And did the necklace cost

all the thousand pounds I sent you?

Oh, well, I thought you'd want me
to buy one thing with it

and always remember
who gave it to me.

Uh... no, dear.

(Sir Leicester) You should have asked
Tony to invest it for you

or spent it on entertaining
important people

who might have been of use to him
in his career.

There's no such thing as profiting!

Just people who are bad
at their jobs and idle!

(man 1) The only mental qualities
necessary for survival

are those which produce money.

Why do you think people
who already have plenty of it

want to lock themselves away
from God's fresh air and blue skies

simply in order to make more?

Do try to behave like an adult.

(Fanny)But Linda,
being what she was,

kept up a perfect shop front,

and I never really knew
much about it.

Oh, no, I haven't seen Linda Radlett
for ages!

(Fanny)In a way, it was wonderful
to be away from her

and all the raging scenes
in the hall

at Alconleigh that Christmas.

-Fantastic!
-You loved it?

I haven't read it.

Oh!
(laughs)

(Fanny)And to find my heart
wasn't racing

and my stomach churning
all the time.

Linda?

Oh.

Oh, yes, "W" comes after "V".

(tuts)

Famously.

You're the one who's not
a bright young thing.

(chuckles)

I suppose so.

Gosh!

Don't you love a bookshop?

I do.

(bells ringing)

(Fanny)It was a happy time

and I got happily married
to Alfred Wyncham,

then a young don
at St Peter's College, Oxford.

Oh, Alfred! Oh!

-(Alfred murmurs)
-(Fanny) Oh!

(Alfred mumbling)

(Fanny)I have been with this kind,
scholarly man ever since.

You've never been more... sexy!

(smooches)

(Fanny) Just pull it off that way!

-Alfred!
-(Alfred) Oh, sorry, darling!

(Fanny)
Finding in our home at Oxford

that refuge from the storms
and puzzles of life,

which I suppose I always wanted.

One... one moment! One moment!

I'll just get my trousers.

The creases!

-Right.
-Oh!

(both moan passionately)

Mm, Fanny! Mm!

Not digestives, my favourite food!

(giggling)

(moans in delight)

(Linda exhales)

It's so nice here!

Oh, thank you!

The wallpaper! These curtains!
Where did you find them?

Gosh, Fanny, you are lucky to be you!

Oh. Well, it's nothing like as grand
as Bryanston Square.

Oh, no! It's huge and empty there!

(sighs)

I miss the hours of cheerful bustle

and pointless chatter at Alconleigh.

Yes, but when you were there,
you always wanted to escape.

Oh, no, I know! Oh!

(groans)

I'm in pig.

What do you think of that?

Fancy that! I am, too!

-No!
-(soft chuckle)

Fanny! Oh, my... Look, I'm so fat!

I'm so fat!

(laughs)

Oh!

Fanny!
(chuckles)

Oh, it's so lonely without you!

(Linda inhales)

Oh, Fanny, the horror
of important people!

You are lucky not to know any.

Ladies.

(both laugh)

-Oh, I do like that Alfred of yours!
-Yeah?

Mm. He has such a clever,
serious look.

(both laugh)

What pretty little darn babies
you'll have!

Oh! Gosh, I do feel so ill!

(sighs)
Hm!

(Fanny)Linda's child, a girl,
was born in October.

(baby wails in distance)

She was very ill indeed
at her confinement.

(Linda gasps)

Oh, darling!

(softly)
Oh-ho.

Oh, love.

Not to scare you,
but it was absolutely

the worst thing
that's ever happened to me.

How can Ma have done it six times?

I know. I'm absolutely terrified.

Davey keeps trying to tell me
what a wonderful clear-out it'll be.

(chuckles)

So, what are you going to call her?
Where is she, anyway?

The sister's room.

-It shrieks.
-(Fanny) Hm.

Moira, I believe.

(chuckles)

Not Moira. Darling, you can't!

Tony likes it.

He had another sister
called Moira who died.

Their old nanny told me it was
all because his sister, Marjorie,

whacked her on the head with a hammer
when she was four months old.

-Can you believe it?
-Oh, dear!

And they call us
an uncontrolled family!

Why, even Father never tried
to murder anybody.

Well, all the same,
I don't see how you can saddle

the poor little thing with
a name like Moira. It's too unkind.

It'll have to grow up a Moira
if the Kroesigs are going to like it.

And they may as well like it
because frankly... I don't.

Linda, how can you say that?

You can't possibly tell
whether you like her or not yet.

(knock at door)

Wait till you see her.

You must be the cousin
I've heard so much about.

-Do you want to see the baby?
-Yes.

Poor thing,
it's really kinder not to look.

(woman 1) Pay no attention to her.

She pretends to be a wicked woman,
but it's all a put-on.

Poor soul! She must've caught sight
of herself in a glass somewhere.

(baby wails)

(wailing continues)

(Fanny) Ah!

-(Emily) But Linda's so young!
-Ah!

You both are, Fanny.

I don't believe very young mothers
ever get wrapped up in their babies.

Just like the Bolter.

She was too young to be adoring.

I'm perfectly adoring.

And Linda really seems
to loathe Moira.

(Davey) So like Linda.

She has to do things
by extremes. Huh!

Oh, no, no tea for me, please, Fanny.

-I'm on a new diet.
-(Fanny) Ooh!

One meal white, one meal red.

-It's doing me so much good.
-(Emily) Mm.

(Fanny) So, you won't be wanting
any chocolate cake, then?

Uh... no, chocolate counts as red.

Surely, that's obvious?

-Well, okay.
-Thank you.

She's been terribly ill.
Sadie was in despair.

Twice, they thought she would die.

The doctor said to never have
another child.

It would almost certainly kill her.

(Davey) Don't talk of it.

I can't imagine the world
without Linda.

(Fanny)He was right,
it was an impossible concept.

(Linda)Shh. Shh.

Shh. Shh-shh.

-(baby wails)
-"Whispered Freckles, on the alert."

Somebody else was
in the barn besides them.

Should we take her to see the park?

Sorry?

Moira. Should we take Moira
to see the park?

No, thank you.

I've already seen it.

(approaching footsteps)

What do you think you're doing?

I'm reading to my babies.

(Lord Merlin)
Oh, don't talk nonsense!

Get up!

God's sake! I'm taking you out!

("The 'In' Crowd"
by Bryan Ferry playing)

(Fanny)Linda then proceeded
to fritter away years of her youth

with nothing whatever
to show for them.

("The 'In' Crowd" by Bryan Ferry
continues playing)

She became what's known

-as a society beauty.
-(raucous laughter)

(animated chatter)

# I am in with the "in" crowd #

# I go where the "in" crowd goes #

# I'm in with the "in" crowd... #

(Fanny)Fashionable young men

cluster around her
like bees around honey.

Buzz, buzz, buzz! Chat, chat, chat!

(raucous laughter)

# Any time of the year #

# Don't you hear? #

# They make way day or night #

# They know the "in" crowd #

# Is out of sight... #

(Fanny)At the cinema, theatre,
opera, ballet,

dinner, supper, nightclubs,

parties, dances,
all day, all night,

endless, endless chat.

# I am in with the "in" crowd #

# I know every latest dance #

# When you're in
With the "in" crowd #

# It's easy to find romance #

(Linda) Thank you so much. Thank you.

Hello, Fanny, darling!

What are you doing here?

Well, you invited me.

Oh, yes, I did, of course, I did,
but...

-Thank you so much. That was...
-Thank you.

That was for lunch at noon.

But it's ten to twelve now.

Oh!
(laughs)

Well, I did get scared once I heard
the birds tweeting!

Oh, dear, I've been
up all night chatting!

Oh, come on, darling, Fanny,
let's have lunch in bed!

(Davey)My feeling is,
is that Linda is in real pain

and she's only disguising it
with a lot of chatter.

If she had had
an intellectual background,

the place of all this
pointless chatter

might have been taken
by a serious interest

-in the arts, or by reading.
-(boy) Hey, give my doggy back!

-David!
-(boy) It's mine!

-(David) It's mine now!
-(boy) Give it back!

Give him the doggy back! David!

Yes, I suppose she should have
become a terrible bore by now,

but she isn't quite one yet.

(Davey) Of course, she isn't.

Linda's extraordinary!

It's your best friend
you're talking about here, Fanny.

Don't hate me, Davey.

But how she treats that poor child
is appalling, darling.

(Emily) She's completely
abandoned her to Surrey

to be brought up by the Kroesigs.

But she doesn't even have affairs.

I don't see what she gets
out of her life.

It must be dreadfully empty!
(sighs)

(Alfred) It's all frittery
and silliness with Linda.

Lin... Linda believes in love!

She... she's passionately romantic!

Casual affairs would be
of absolutely no interest to her.

One only hopes that when the next
irresistible temptation comes,

it will not prove
to be another Bottom.

I suppose she really is
just like your mother, Fanny.

And all of hers have been Bottoms.

(Davey) Poor Bolter!

She's happy, though, now, isn't she?

With her Italian count?

("Guaglione"
by Marino Marini playing)

(inaudible dialogue)

Linda's not like my mother.

Tony is a frightful counter-Hon,

and the people who love her
should really be more sympathetic.

(Fanny)I called Linda

who asked me to go
with her to visit Moira,

now seven years old
and living permanently

with her grandparents in Surrey.

(Sir Leicester) Here you are!

Hello.

Tony and Moira have gone riding.

I thought you might have passed them.

Oh.

(Sir Leicester) Now, I must warn you,

we have something of a rough diamond
coming for lunch.

He's by way
of being rather a Communist.

Clever chap gone wrong.

Son of a dear old professor
who lives in the village.

I always think it's as well
to see something

of these left-wing fellows.

If people like us are nice to them,
they can be tamed wonderfully.

(light music)

Hello.

(Sir Leicester) Welcome!
Splendid you could come!

(birdsong)

(Tony) No, Moira,
no cake before fruit.

Oh, Tony, let her have
a piece of cake.

Not until she's eaten her fruit!

It's all right, Moira, you can have
a piece of cake.

No, she can't, Linda.

Have some cake, Moira.

What does your father write about?

The plight of the working man.

(Tony) Well, I hate
the lower classes!

Ravening beasts trying to get
my money!

Well, let them try, that's all.

(Linda) Oh, shut up, Tony!

You wouldn't say that
if you'd grown up in the country.

(sighs)

Nobody ought to be in Parliament
who hasn't.

(Tony) We've all lived
in the country.

Do put that dormouse away, Linda.

Surrey is not the countryside!

-Hm!
-(chuckles)

Your pa's not exactly a man
of the people, Linda.

(Tony) I mean, for God's sake,

he's against women
being let into the Lords

in case they use the peers' lavatory!

It's the kind of thing that gives
the man on the street

the impression we're governed
by a lot of lunatics!

We are governed by a lot of lunatics.

The USSR, Norway, and Mexico

are the only places worth living in.

Everywhere else is horror.

Fascism in Italy, Nazism in Germany,
civil war in Spain,

inadequate socialism in France,
tyranny in Africa,

starvation in Asia,
reaction in America,

and right-wing blight
here in England.

(Linda) Yes.
Tony's frightfully right-wing.

He really rather loves Hitler.

We have financial interests
and many relations in Germany.

Really?

Charming chap, Mr Hitler.
I went to see him in Berlin

and, and got taken for a drive

in a Mercedes-Benz
by Heinrich Himmler.

The only medicine is Communism.

-(mutters)
-(Tony coughs)

Come back to mine for tea, will you?

(Christian) And meet my father?

You'd like him.

(chuckles)

(Fanny)And Linda did just that.

Leaving the Kroesigs to behave
for the rest of the afternoon

like a lot of hens
who have seen a fox.

That really is rather too bad
of Linda.

Moira was looking forward
to showing her the ponies.

(Pixie) Cuckoo!

Oh, who's that?

-Who?
-That.

("Not Fade Away"
by The Rolling Stones playing)

Oh!

# I'm gonna tell you
How it's gonna be #

# You're gonna give
Your love to me #

# I'm gonna love you... #

(Fanny)Linda returned just in time
for dinner, looking very beautiful.

(Tony) "She had a father and a mother

and they all lived together
in a house..."

(Linda) Christian's father
is an absolute darling!

He lives in the smallest house
imaginable,

but it's packed with books!

Oh, god, he's perfect heaven!

I can see you mean Christian
is perfect heaven.

No, it was...
(sighs)

It was just so nice
to talk about the...

(inhales)
...the betterment of the world.

Instead of the way Tony talks,

which is all about what jobs
his friends get,

and I just wanna fall asleep!

(Linda sighs)

Fanny, oh, don't look so worried.

It's not sexual.

(Linda) It's a meeting of minds.

-(knocking on window)
-(yelps)

Just o... open the window, will you?

Of course, I won't!

You must, or he'll fall off and die!

Linda, if I let him in, it will mean
great heartache and danger.

-You never think, Linda!
-Well, you think too much!

-(knock on window)
-Oh, god!

No, let him in, or I shall stand up

out of the bath
and let him in myself!

-You wouldn't dare!
-You know I would.

Linda, if you don't draw
the line somewhere,

nothing will ever be enough!

But I don't want just enough!

You've got to start believing
in something other than love!

What else is there?

(sighs)

Come and fight the fascists
with me, Linda.

(mouthing)

Well... Oh! Mm!

I'd better get dressed first.

(Fanny)Linda was a plum
ripe for the plucking.

The tree had been shaken.

The comrades will send
large quantities of tinned milk...

(Fanny)She threw discretion
and what little worldly wisdom

she may have picked up
to the winds.

...the workers of Soviet Russia.

Please donate generously!

(Fanny)She became
an out-and-out Communist

and bored everyone to death
at the dinner table.

Finally, to the infinite relief
of the Kroesigs,

she went off to live with Christian

and Tony started proceedings
for divorce.

Divorce?

(Fanny)This was a great blow
to my aunt and uncle.

You'll be banned from the house.

(Matthew) Your sisters will be banned
from seeing you!

No decent man will marry
any of them now!

An adulterous woman is the single
most disgusting thing there is!

I don't like the light-hearted way
you abandoned little Moira, Linda.

Well, bolting's in the blood!

(Fanny)Meanwhile, our littlest
had started kindergarten

and I gave Alfred breakfast
in the garden to celebrate.

(sighs)

No one but us until four.

Mm! Peace!

Mm! Look at those roses! Oh!

Isn't it heaven, our little life?

(Alfred) Yes.

Or not.

Yes, but that's the marmalade spoon.

Don't put it in the jam.

(Linda) Oh, Fanny, darling?

I know you're still cross with me,
but please, can you not be?

I've come here
because I desperately need a drink!

Oh, dear.

(Linda)It was all so pointless
in that big, huge house,

and it does seem unfair
to have to go on feeling

so dreadfully unhappy
for the rest of one's life.

Of course, you shouldn't be unhappy
for the rest of your life.

So, what is your life?

I'm a Communist, you know.
We both are.

(Linda) And I'm living with Christian
in his flat.

Very small, which is just as well,
because I'm doing all the housework!

Hm. And I don't seem to be
very good at it.

I mean, the oven!

I don't wonder some people
put their heads in them

and leave them there
out of sheer misery!

Darling, might I get another drink?

So, how has Tony taken it?

(Linda blows raspberry)

-He's awfully pleased, actually.
-Okay.

Yes. Because now,
he can marry his mistress

without having a scandal

or upsetting
the Conservative Association.

-Who is she?
-She's called Pixie Townsend.

You know the sort,
young face, white hair, dyed blue!

She's a terrific counter-Hon,
but she lives near Plains

and adores Moira and is good
at everything I wasn't,

like Conservatism and golf!

-Yes, I think I saw her there.
-(Linda) Hm!

Yes.

Oh!

Well, I'm only too thankful
I found out she exists.

Because now, I needn't feel
in the least bit guilty.

I do think it's unfair that when
I'm unfaithful, it's disgusting,

but when Tony is,
no one bans him from anything!

Please say something.

Well, no one will be happy

if you're not happy,
and especially not Moira.

And after all,
our children's wellbeing

is all that really matters
in the end.

And now, you can settle down
with Christian

and you can have a wonderfully
fulfilling married life,

-like you never could have with Tony.
-(Linda) Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
he's heaven!

-So, what's he like?
-(Linda) Oh!

You just can't think
what an extraordinary man he is!

Oh, he's so... detached
from other human beings.

He's just...
He only really cares for ideas.

(soft chuckle)

(Linda) Oh, Fanny,
it's so nice to chat!

I really... I miss it!

It's... With the comrades,
they never chat,

they just... they make speeches
all the time.

(Linda sobs quietly)

(Fanny)It only ever took
half an hour in her company

before I had forgiven her
all over again.

Whatever happens,
I shall always be on your side.

(Linda cries)

Oh, that's all that really matters!

Oh, thank God, you didn't ban me.

(cries)
I'm lost without you!

(Linda sobs quietly)

Hm!

(Linda chuckles softly)

(Linda) Darling, I must go.

But it has...

(Linda exhales)

...so cheered me up seeing you.

Hm!

(soft guitar music)

(approaching footsteps)

(knock on door)

(Fanny) Hello?

Linda and Christian Talbot?

I can't leave England
without her getting herself mixed up

with some thoroughly
undesirable character!

I desperately need a drink!

And so do my dogs!

I think her... her... her marriage
to Tony has been rather unhappy.

Well, naturally, nobody expected her
to stay with Tony, but the point is,

she jumped out of the frying pan
into the empty grate!

No! No! No!

Not water, Fanny, no. Whisky!

Oh! In here...

(Fanny) I think it is partly
the Communism that attracted her

'cause she felt the need of a cause.

Christian is an attractive fellow,
I do see he provides

a perfect reaction from Tony,
but it's a disaster!

If she... If she's in love with him,
he's going to make her miserable!

Is she in love with him?

Well, if she's not, she's embarking
on a career like your mother's.

Which, for Linda,
would be very bad indeed.

Linda's not like my mother.

She just needs to spend
five minutes on her own!

(Lord Merlin) I know Christian
from a child.

He's a man who moves through
the world, attached to nobody!

I expect he's hardly aware
Linda's even moved in on him!

That's rather what Linda
has just been saying.

Oh, so she's noticed it already,
has she? Well, she's not stupid.

(dog snorts)

What are they living on?

(Fanny) Very little
and in Christian's tiny flat.

Matthew's cut her off completely.

I heard the Kroesigs go about saying
that there's one good thing,

-she's sure to starve.
-(Lord Merlin) Oh, they do, do they?

Write Linda's address down, please.

You don't happen to know
what the daily consumption of milk is

in Vatican City, do you?

No.

No, I don't. I'm sorry.

(Lord Merlin) Bye, Fanny.

I shall have to see what I can do.

-(Lord Merlin) Come on! Come on!
-(dog barks)

(door closes)

(Fanny)What he did was
to present Linda with the freehold

of the prettiest little
doll's house...

far down Cheyne Walk,

on that great bend of the river
where Whistler had lived.

The Bryanston Square house

had been dark, cold, and pompous.

The only thing of beauty in it
was a painting

of a fat, tomato-coloured
bathing woman

which Lord Merlin had given Linda
to annoy the Kroesigs.

The picture was wonderful
in Cheyne Walk.

You could hardly tell where
the real water reflections ended

and the Renoir ones began.

(Fanny) So, will Christian
be moving in?

(Linda) Oh, yes, of course!

But just for the moment...

I am free as a bird!

Ah!

(exhales)
At last!

(breathes out)

"On way Hollywood.
Don't worry. Jassy."

(Fanny)
Aunt Sadie and Uncle Matthew

were now presented

-with crises in the lives...
-What?

-...of two more of their children.
-Hollywood?

-What?
-Well, that's most peculiar!

She's never shown
the slightest interest in the cinema!

(Matt) Oh, yes.

Jassy's in love with a film star

called, uh... Larry Boon, or... or
Barry Loon, I can't remember which.

He's in that pirate flick, you know?

She wrote to Hollywood
to ask him if he were married.

She said if he wasn't,

she was going straight out there
to marry him herself.

So I suppose she got a letter saying
he's not married and just went off.

It's lucky she had
her running-away money.

Are there any more sausages, Mum?

-(projector rattling)
-(dramatic film music)

(Fanny)It turned out Larry Boon
was not even a hero,

he was just an ordinary pirate.

Well, so far, he doesn't have much
to recommend him!

He's terribly good
at shinning up and down ropes.

Look, Matthew, he's got
an entrenching tool just like yours!

Maybe that's what awakened some
hereditary emotion in Jassy's bosom.

What does a fellow want to do
that for? Bloody fool!

He should've known
there'd be an ambush there!

(Matthew) I don't think much
of the cove.

Oh, I think he's divine!

No discipline, needs a haircut!

I wouldn't wonder if he drinks!

-Shh!
-Shh!

(Fanny)Uncle Matthew seemed to be
mellowing with age and misfortune,

and was warming to Lord Merlin,
who he no longer called depraved,

and whose very comfortable house

he was no longer adverse
to visiting.

-(horse neighs)
-Oh, god! What the...

Don't be scared, Matthew, darling.

Moti is almost completely
domesticated.

-(Lord Merlin) Much like you!
-(sniffs)

How do we get her back?

We can't send Linda after her.

It's no good sending one bolter
after another!

Hm.

(dramatic film music)

(dramatic film music continues)

(cork pops)

(Fanny) Jassy,

you can't possibly marry

a man you've only just met!

But I'm madly in love with him.

(Fanny) Yes, but you can't start
a life with someone

based only on romance and excitement,

or you'll just run off with
the next person who turns your head

and cause chaos and confusion
for everyone!

Marriage is wholemeal bread,
it's not ambrosia and honeydew.

That's the most depressing thing
I've ever heard.

God, Fanny,
I hope you haven't become a bore!

(Jassy) I only came because you said
there'd be roast potatoes.

Are there any?

(Davey) Oh! Oh, they look divine!

Goody! Thank you!

I thought this was
your red meal, Davey?

-Well, clearly, potatoes are red.
-(Jassy) Thank you.

Anyone can see that.

Those crispy ones, please. Thank you.

(woman 2) Your ostrich feather
is fantastic!

(laughter)

How sweet! I really love that!

-(woman 2) Oh, it really suits you!
-I know, I know!

(background chatter)

(Fanny)
Two days after we got there,

Jassy became Mrs Larry Boon.

Larry is actually a terrific Hon.

He's a dear little peach of a man.

And we're sure Jassy
will be wildly happy with him.

It does seem hard luck to have reared
a pretty love of a daughter

in order for her to go off
with some little man like a peach

and live with him
thousands of miles away.

(Fanny)The letter was from Matt,

announcing he had run away
from Eton

to fight in the Spanish war.

(Sadie) Oh!

(sobbing)

(Fanny)Aunt Sadie minded this
very much.

I think Uncle Matthew minded, too.

The desire to fight
is entirely natural.

(Fanny)Though he pretended not to.

But I do think it's a pity
to fight in a second-class war

when there'll so soon be
a first-class one available!

(Lord Fort William)
You see, I always understood that...

(Fanny)Christmas that year
was a sad one at Alconleigh.

(Lord Fort William) Did you know
that a harbour master

is entitled to fly an ensign?

And I wonder if you've ever
thought about...

What are you hoping for...
present-wise?

I was thinking of a little fur,

one of those tiny little
ostrich hats.

You needn't worry about new clothes,
my darling.

You're like the Royal family.

Whatever you wear,
you look exactly the same.

(chuckles)

Oh!

(Lord Fort William)
Because you have to...

You have to register the tonnage...

(Fanny sighs)

Why have all the best ones bolted?

Inevitable outcome.

Terrifying father who told them
all foreigners were dangerous

and refused to educate them.

The adventurous ones got curious.

Why did I stay behind
with the unadventurous ones?

Is it because of the Bolter?

Certainly.

Oh, Fred, am I a bit of a prig?

(snores softly)

Oh. What did you say?

Are you a bolter?

No!

A sticker.

(sighs)

I'm a tremendous sticker.

How marvellous.

(Fanny)Linda married Christian

and asked us
to a New Year's Eve party

at Cheyne Walk to celebrate.

-(loud music)
-(raucous chatter)

Yes!

(gasps)
Oh! Hello!

(Linda) Oh, so sorry,
it's not nearly tidy enough!

Um... I wanted to get
a nice piece of fish,

but, oh, we're utterly broke!

So there's beer and, um...
(clears throat)

Oh! Delicious biscuits.

(Fanny) I tried calling to ask
what to bring.

Thank you for the champagne!

Oh, no, the phone's been cut off,
thank God!

(Linda) Christian's favourite
amusement

is to ring up the Nazi leaders
in Berlin

and have teasing talks with them.

-Let me find you a glass.
-(Linda) A million pounds a minute.

Um...

-(man vomits)
-(Linda mumbles)

(both laugh)

Oh, my god! Being a Conservative
was so much more restful!

(laughs)

Communists aren't at all thoughtful

when it comes
to keeping things clean.

(Linda and Fanny laugh)

-But I did miss you at Christmas!
-(groans)

Darling! Me, too!

(sighs)

I'm lost without you.

And I do feel like
a terrible old black sheep.

Oh!

-(Linda imitates bleating)
-(both laugh)

(quietly)
Baa.

Oh! Did I tell you?

-I've got a job.
-What kind of job?

In a bookshop.

-What?
-(Linda laughs)

-(chuckles)
-I know I've hardly read any books,

but the ones I have read, I love,

and, and so does everyone else
seem to.

Oh, but Fanny, darling, it should
be you in the bookshop, not me.

You're the... educated,
intellectual one.

But, of course, you've got much
too many important things going on.

(Linda) Oh, darling!

Oh, it's really exciting.

-(Fanny) I can't stand it!
-(Alfred) It will be a disaster!

Someone with a worse head
for business, I've never met.

I know that it's chaotic,

but you can't say
that her life isn't exciting!

At least they're on the front line
of what's happening in the world!

You know, famine and things,

and... the battle against fascism!

People like Tony
and Leicester Kroesig

hear Linda speechifying

and see all these Spaniards
and Communists in Cheyne Walk,

I expect they're more convinced
than ever

that fascism is the only answer.

I know, but it is galling
about the bookshop!

(keys jingle)

(Fanny)It turned out

Alfred was quite wrong

about Linda's lack
of business sense.

She worked at the bookshop
every Friday and Saturday,

during which time, an extraordinary
transformation would occur.

("Fooba Wooba John"
by Burl Ives playing)

# Saw a flea, kick a tree
Fooba wooba, fooba wooba... #

(Fanny)Soon enough, the chatters,
headed by Lord Merlin,

came back in full force.

(chuckles)
(Linda) You caught me in the act!

-Oh, I do that.
-The old switcheroo.

(animated chatter)

I thought this one was absolutely
spot-on for you over there.

(bell rings)

-(man coughs)
-(Linda) Ooh!

Linda's the only person
who has ever succeeded

in finding me
Froggy's Little Brother.

What isFroggy's Little Brother?

Oh. Well, it's the heart-warming tale
of a seven-year-old Froggy,

who strives to take care
of his younger brother, Benny,

after the early death
of their parents.

Well, do you know, it's all about
brotherhood and comradeship.

(Linda) You'd actually love it!

(indistinct chatter)

I was an avid reader as a child.

(chuckles)

(Linda speaking indistinctly)

(Fanny)Linda's presence
resulted in it

becoming the only Red bookshop
in England to make a profit

and being awarded with a medal.

-(applause)
-Congratulations, Comrade Linda!

Whoo-hoo!

(all cheering)

(woman 3) Between the dog's abscess,
the laundry ruining my sheets

and Cathy stealing
from the store cupboard,

it's been a ghastly week!

Do you ever feel like half
of who you are has been stuffed

into a suitcase
and is slowly suffocating?

(bell rings)

Sorry?

(mumbles)

Gentlemen, enjoy your port.

(Alfred) Professor,
we were discussing the rather more...

-Yes, yes, yes.
-(indistinct chatter)

Um, the catalyst is rather
more interesting I hope.

(indistinct chatter)

-In this annual...
-(raucous laughter)

To paint the cross and shields
and, of course, they won the battle.

-(laughter)
-(man 2) Very good. Very good.

-Oh, god, it's your mother!
-(Bolter) Hello, darling!

I'm here because I took
the wrong train to a party!

Oh, dear! Are you terribly poor?

-(mumbles)
-(man 2) How very odd!

I hope you didn't marry
for love, darling.

Whoever invented love
ought to be shot.

Look where it landed me.

A dead white hunter,
an Italian count,

two viscounts, a Greek poet,
and still counting.

Dons aren't quite the same
as white hunters or Italian counts.

My advice is a good fur coat.

Don't bother about much else,
you need hardly take the coat off.

And don't waste money on underwear.

Nothing stupider.

Do you have any nice friends,
darling,

to make up for your tiny house?

-(Fanny) Not really.
-No?

Oxford seems designed exclusively
for celibate men.

Wives are superfluous, it turns out.

What's the point of being
the educated and intellectual one

if you still have to leave
your own dinner parties

so the men can do
all the good chatting

and drink all the good port?

What about Linda Radlett?
Where's she?

(Fanny) She ran off
with Christian Talbot.

She's working in
a Communist bookshop.

(Bolter) Well, I hope he's better
than Tony Kroesig,

though they rarely are.

Isn't a bookshop more your style?

Yes, it is.

(clicks tongue)
If I didn't have all these children

to bring up suddenly.

Well, can't you leave them
with Emily?

I know you think all the babies
in the world

should be left with Aunt Emily!

Don't let your children get in
the way of your life, darling.

Do you mean me?

No! No, I...

-You mean me?
-No, you didn't get in the way!

Course, you didn't!

I've had a wonderful life!

(phone rings)

(ringing continues)

-Hello?
-(Linda)Hello, Fanny, darling!

I'm, I'm talking quickly
because the phone's

going to get cut off any second,

but will you come and see me off
at Victoria Station tomorrow?

Franco's brutal fascist forces

has chased half a million people
out of Catalonia

and I'm joining Christian
on the French border with Spain!

(line disconnects)

(train whistle blows)

Oh, well, I'm terrified!

Never been abroad in my life before!

I hope you sent your jewels
to the bank.

Oh, darling, don't tease.

You know how I haven't got any now.

Think of me sleeping on the train,
all alone!

I'm sure you won't be alone.

Foreigners are greatly given,
I believe,

to casual sex with strangers.

(laughs)
Yes, that would be nice!

Oh, god! Oh, I just do wish
you were coming with me!

I mean, it might be easy for you
to drop everything

and leave your life and be free...

-(ticket collector) Tickets, please!
-...and never face any consequences.

But some of us have to stay behind
to support our husbands

and to look after the children.

-(ticket collector) Thank you, miss.
-I'm staying.

Why are you so cross with me?

Did you even say goodbye to Moira?

Yes!

I did, actually.

She... she only wants Pixie Townsend.

She doesn't really like me!

Well, do you like me? Don't Moira
and I have an awful lot in common?

-(train whistle blows)
-Of course not.

-(conductor) Right away!
-Fanny!

Darling, you're interesting
and clever, and... Fanny!

I suppose everybody has a right
to not like their children!

Oh, please, stop it about Moira!
You're scaring me!

I'm always telling everyone
that you're not like my mother,

-but you're just exactly like her!
-(gasps)

-Fanny, stop it!
-(train whistle blows)

(Linda) Oh, please,
I'm going to be useful!

I'm, I'm going off
on a noble journey, like Odysseus.

You're not Odysseus, Linda!

Fanny, please!

Please, don't give up on me!

I'm lost without you!

You always say that,
but you always leave me!

(train rumbling)

(soft piano music)

(Fanny)I didn't see Linda
for another year.

(sighs)

She told me afterwards
I'd so upset her

that she slept
all the way across Europe.

(light music)

-(background chatter)
-(dog barking)

-Hi.
-Oh, hello!

(animated chatter)

A ship has been chartered
to take 6,000 Catalonians

who the French government
have shut up behind barbed wire

like beasts and forgotten about,
out of the camps, to Mexico.

Families will have to be reunited

from male and female camps
to get on the boat.

It's a mammoth task.

(women sing nearby)

(phone rings)

(faint chatter)

(Christian) Linda? Linda!
This is Lavender.

-Lavender's an incredible worker.
-Muchas gracias, señora.

Linda!

Lavender!

What a turn-up!

Oh, I'm so happy you're here!
(laughs)

Oh! Lavender!

Oh, Linda, meet Randolph Pine,

who helps us so marvellously
in the office.

-Hello. Oh!
-Hello.

Didn't... didn't you sit on my bed
a million years ago

with a million other young men,
chatting?

Yes, that was me. Welcome, comrade.

Oh! Goodness!

Everyone's got so serious
all of a sudden.

Well, the world's gotten
rather serious all of a sudden.

Hm. Yes. Um, what can I do to help,
Christian? I, I long to be useful!

Never fear, there's masses of work!
Uh, can you speak Spanish?

No.

Oh! Well, you'll soon pick it up.

Huh! Hm! I'm quite sure I shan't.

Maybe... maybe you could help
with the babies?

(speaking Spanish)
Un momento, por favor.

What do you know about welfare work?

Oh, dear. Nothing, I'm afraid.

-(man 3) Lavender?
-Sorry.

I was hopeless with my own baby.

I know, she can help arrange
accommodation on the ship!

Yes, I can do that. I can do that.

-Here are the maps.
-(Linda) Mm.

Deck one, deck two, deck three,
and first-class is...

So, how, how do I decide
who gets which cabin?

It's a strictly democratic ship
run on republican principles,

so I'd give decent cabins to families

where there are small children
and babies.

-Yes.
-(man 3) Lavender, phone call.

Oh, sorry. Apart from that,

do it any way you like.

(speaking Spanish)
(Lavender)Hola. Sí. Sí.

Um...

(Linda clears throat)

(speaking Spanish)
(Lavender)Un momento, por favor.

(phone rings)

Hola.

(exhales)

(women sing nearby)

("A La Vida" by Maria Arnal
and Marcel Bages playing)

(Fanny)For the next few weeks,
Linda drove in a little Ford van

between the men and women's camps
as they waited for the ship to come

and take them
to a more certain future.

And she grew to love the wild,
rugged countryside of Europe.

A place which had been so maligned

by Uncle Matthew
through her childhood.

# Des de la vida buida #

# Tanco els ulls, baixo el cap #

# La sang em puja al cap
I el cor em diu que sí #

# Canto a la vida sí! #

# Un pensament però... #

(Fanny)Not knowing much Spanish,

or anything about calories
or babies,

like her friend Lavender,

she sometimes found herself waiting
to be useful.

(baby cries)

(faint chatter)

(approaching footsteps)

(dog barks)

Hello, lady.

-Hello.
-What are you waiting for?

Oh! Uh...
(clears throat)

I'm... I'm waiting to be useful,
I think.

Are you lonely?

(puffs)

Huh!

Maybe.

Did you leave your boyfriend behind?

(laughing)

I leave behind many boyfriends.

(both laugh)

But most, I...
I miss my... my friend.

My best friend.

Yeah.

(revolutionary) She is trapped
in Barcelona still.

(Linda) Look at you with your guns!

Yeah. Together, we were...
we're very brave.

Ah.

Don't waste all your time
being useful.

Time is precious.

And we may not have much of it left.

You know?

The end is beginning now.

This is my best friend.

(chuckles)

That's a good face.

-(both laugh)
-It is.

Yes.

-(revolutionary) Friends.
-(Linda) Friends.

(Alfred) The name "Vatican"
is derived from an Etruscan...

Vatica, or Vaticum, meaning...

Don't put your cup down there,
darling, it'll make rings.

Oh.

"Vatico" or "Vatican" meaning garden.
Rather lovely.

-Hm.
-(Alfred) Uh, before 1929...

(sighs)

(Fanny)The great day finally came
for the families to be reunited

from the camps
and put on the ship to Mexico.

(indistinct chatter)

(Fanny)The women and children
were on the quayside

when the men arrived.

They hadn't seen each other
since the retreat from Spain

and had doubted
they ever would again.

Do you ever feel lonely, Christian?

Loneliness is a luxury.

If you've three square meals a day
and a roof over you,

there's nothing on Earth
to complain about.

(animated chatter)

-(crowd cheering)
-Matt?

Matt! Matt!

I'm so sorry! Excuse me!

Sorry! Matt! I'm so sorry.

(overlapping chatter)

(Linda) Matt!

Matt!
(laughs)

Hello, Linda!

Oh-oh-oh! What... Are you mad?

(Linda speaks French)

(in English)
He was fighting in Spain!

-Gosh, you look ten years older!
-(Matt chuckles)

You do! You're grown-up!

I had no idea that you were here!

I've seen you several times,

but I thought you might
fetch me home, so I made off.

Oh, you are terribly thin!
Do you need anything?

Oh, yes, please! Some cigarettes
and a couple of thrillers.

You will have to go home
when the real war starts.

You know that, don't you, Matt?

I don't see why.
I've never been happier in my life.

Fighting fascism is all there is
to do that makes any sense.

(shrill whistle)

And abroad is the only place
on Earth worth being.

(animated chatter)

(overlapping chatter)

(gasps)

-(animated chatter)
-(refugee 1)Viva España!

(refugee 2)Viva España!

-Viva la España!
-España!

(sobs)
They'll never see Spain again.

(animated chatter)

(ship horn blasts)

(Linda) Goodbye!

(sobs quietly)

Did you work on any special plan

when you were arranging the cabins,
or how did you do it?

Well, I simply gave all
the best cabins

to the people that had "Labrador"
on their cards

because I used to have one
when I was little

and it was such a terrific Hon!

Oh, so sweet, you know.

Aw!
(laughs)

That explains it.

"Labrador" in Spanish
happens to mean labourer,

so under your scheme,
all the farmhands

found themselves in luxury,

while all the intellectuals
were battened.

(laughter)

Bravo, Linda!

That'll teach them
not to be so clever.

There's Christian,
I'll go fetch him in.

(sighs)

He was such a sweet Labrador,
wasn't he, Matt?

Yes. But if you want a pet,

why don't you make an offer
for a leech?

-(laughter)
-Hm.

I can't somehow imagine the leech
ever getting very fond of one.

Too busy fussing
about the weather all day.

No time for human relationships.

-(Lavender giggles)
-(distant chatter)

(Lavender chuckles)

(Fanny)Linda could never
remember afterwards

how much she really minded

when she discovered Christian
was in love with Lavender Davis.

(Randolph) I do love your scent,
Linda.

Après L'Ondee?

Mm. Yes.

(Fanny)Certainly,
her pride was wounded.

(Linda) Christian, I am leaving you
for good and going home

because I realise our marriage
has been a fake.

Please look after Matt.

PS, I know you prefer serious...

educated women.

Especially... Lavender!

(phone rings)

(ringing continues)

(Linda)Hello? Hello? Hello, Fanny?
Are you there?

Hello? Hello, Linda?

Oh! Fanny!

(Linda sobs)

(Linda)My life so far has not been
at all of a success.

I know you can't be useful
all the time,

but I'm useless at everything!

Why did I ever leave Tony
in the first place? And Moira?

That was where my duty lay.

Why can't I be dependable,
like Lavender

and Pixie Townsend and you?

(sobs)

I keep thinking about your mother.

Am I a bolter?

Oh, I want to die!
(cries)

Linda, where are you?

No, see, I'm just...
I'm renouncing men.

They are not the answer
and they do not fill the hole!

-(train whistle blows)
-(sobs)

Oh, no, no!
That's my connection for Paris!

(Linda)My money's running out!
I love you! I love you!

And I don't...
I'm lost without you, Fanny,

and you're the only thing
I ever got right.

Two more trains and I'm home!
I've missed you so much!

(whispers)
So much.

Mwah! Mwah-mwah-mwah!

(Alfred) Oh! Heh!

Oh!

-Mmm.
-You're in a good mood.

Linda's coming back!

Mm! Mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah!

-Oh, Alfred!
-Wonderful!

(pants)
Bonjour!

-Bonjour!Oui.
-(Linda) My ticket!

Pardon. Here!

(speaking French)
Votre billet pour Londres

est expire, madame.

-Um...
-(ticket seller) It has expired.

It is, uh... uh... it is
for yesterday,

-not for today.
-Ah! Ah!

Um, no, but I'm sorry, I don't have
enough money for another ticket!

Please, uh, will you make
an exception? Please?

Excusez-moi, sir, please! I just...
I really need to get home!

I had... My friend is going to be
awfully worried about me!

(speaking French)
Rien a faire, madame.

(indistinct chatter)

(train whistle blows)

(Linda sobs)

(low chatter)

(Linda wails)

(Linda sobbing)

-Ow!
-(passenger) Ooh!

(cries)

(sobbing)

Why didn't I listen to my father?

(inhales)

Why did I ever come
to this bloody abroad?

(laughing)

-(Linda wailing)
-(laughing continues)

(wailing continues)

-(wailing continues)
-(Fabrice laughing loudly)

(laughing loudly continues)

(frustrated cry)

(Linda) I would like to point out

that I am the daughter of a very
important British nobleman,

so if you are planning
to give me an injection

and put me on a ship to Buenos Aires,
then think again!

-(Fabrice laughs)
-(sobs)

One does not have to be
Sherlock Holmes to guess

-that you're an Englishwoman.
-(sobs)

French ladies never sit crying
on their suitcases

at the Gare du Nord
in the very early morning.

I invite you to luncheon with me.

But first,
you must have a bath and rest

and put a cold compress on your face.

(Fabrice) Hubert?

(speaks French)
Merci.

Get in, please.

(Linda) Hmph.

(engine starts)

I apologise, madame,
for not taking you to the Ritz,

but I have a feeling
for the Hotel Montalembert just now

that it will suit your mood
this morning.

(laughing)

(Fabrice whistles a tune)

(speaking French)
(Fabrice)Monsieur. Sil vous plait.

Emmener Ia dame dans sa chambre
et lui donner un café complet.

-(yawns)
-(hotel staff)Bien sur, monsieur.

Merci.

I will fetch you
a little before one o'clock...

-(hotel staff) Okay.
-...and we will go out to luncheon.

-Merci.
-(keys jingle)

Goodbye for the present.

(whistles a tune)

Mademoiselle?

(phone ringing)

-(snores, gasps)
-(ringing continues)

(breathes deeply)

-(phone ringing)
-(gasps)

(sighs)

(speaks French)
(Fabrice)Allo, allo?

-Hello?
-(Fabrice)Ah, you keep me waiting.

That is a very good sign.

A sign of what?

(Fabrice)Hm? A good augury
for our affair

that it will be happy
and long-lasting.

Huh!

We are not going to have an affair.

And if that's what you were thinking,
I don't want lunch!

I shall leave this hotel room
and go straight to the train station!

(Fabrice chuckles)

(Fabrice)Mademoiselle,
don't be so English.

May I ask, what is your name?

Linda.

(Fabrice)Linda?
That's a pretty name.

I'm waiting for you downstairs,
Linda.

(line disconnects)

(sighing)

("Paris 1919" by John Cale playing)

(exhales)

(breathes out)

(exhales)

(frustrated sigh)

# She makes me
So unsure of myself #

# Standing there
But never ever talking sense #

# Just a visitor, you see
So much wanting to be seen #

# She'd open up the doors
And vaguely carry us away #

# You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la la #

# I'm the church and I've come #

# To claim you with my iron drum #

# La la la la la la #