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Good evening.

So nice of you to join us.

pay before we go home?

Yes, for a short while.

I'm always happy on Friday, because
there's no school till Monday.

I'm always happy on Thursday, because
I'm thinking about how happy I'll be on

Friday. Yes, you know, children, the
time will come when you'll look back and

wish you were at school again.

Not me. I'm not going to look back.

Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Hardcastle.

Edmund? Good day, Mr. French.

You know, Mr. Agemont, this thoroughbred
that they have representing England in

the International Cup stands a jolly
good chance of winning, don't you know?

What horse are you wagering on, Mr.
French?

Oh, none, none. I'm afraid I haven't
kept up with the sport of kings, you

Well, I don't know. A few bob on Crown
and Pickle might be money well spent.

Crown and Pickle?

Yes.

Odd. Not for a horse, old boy. All
manner of names.

No, I was referring to a rather odd
coincidence.

You know, when I was a young man years
ago in Upper Kent, I frequented a pub

called the Crown and Pickle. Then you
should certainly bet on it.

Rather. You know, of course, you won't
win very much.

Lady Marchwood's horse is the favorite,
you know.

Lady Marchwood is the owner of Crown and
Pickle?

Yes, old boy.

Of course.

Typical offer.

Rather confusing, Mr. French.

Are we to gather that you were once in
Lady Marchwood's employ?

No, no, no, no.

You worked for Lord Marchwood then, no
doubt?

No.

Do you know a ladyship?

Well, yes, I met her at the Crown and
Pickle years before she was married.

She had a country estate nearby.

No, you see, the...

Well, the fact is that she lived above
the pub with her family.

She was the barmaid there.

The barmaid.

My word.

And now she's one of our landed gentry.

Yes, and furthermore, gentlemen, Lady
Marchwood and I used to keep company.

Good day, gentlemen.

Children.

French and Lady Marchwood?

Incredible.

Amazing.

Hi. Hi.

How are you guys today?

Me? No school tomorrow.

Are you glad there's no work until
Monday?

Yep. I can have more time with you.

Ah, good evening, Tim. Hey, did you send
my sport coat to the cleaners? Oh, I'm

sorry, sir, but it completely slipped my
mind.

That's because he's thinking about
England.

And Upper Kent.

I'll get your jacket immediately, Sam.

Well, that's okay.

Upper Kent, huh? You're going to make a
little trip there?

Oh, not at all, sir. It's just something
I heard this afternoon.

Lady Marchwood has a horse named Crown
and Pickle, which is entered in the

International Cup.

Your friend Morty, huh?

Yes, sir. Well, it's been about a year
since we saw her.

A year and two weeks.

Don't you be coming over here?

Well, I'm not sure, sir. The only
information I could find out was that

horse was entered in the race.

So I guess she'll be getting in touch
with us, don't you think?

That's the news from the nation's
capital.

And now we move along to the sports
scene.

I wish the news would hurry up so we
could watch something more important

cartoons or something.

Here's Lady Marchwood, owner of Crown
and Pickle. Welcome to America.

Thank you.

I would like to say hello to my American
friends.

Hey, French!

Uncle Bill, doesn't Mr. French know Lady
Marchwood?

Sure he does.

She sounds just like Mr. French.

Yes, sir.

Isn't that your friend, Mr. French?

She sure is pretty.

Whom do you think is the horse to beat
tomorrow?

Now, that's hard to say. The competition
is rather stiff, you know. What are

your plans if you win?

Well, we'll be leaving for Australia
Sunday to race in the Farlap Memorial

Handicap.

I'll get it, Mr. French.

Thank you.

Then we won't be seeing Crown and Pickle
in this country again?

Not this season.

Perhaps next.

Hello. You must be Jody. You can't be
here. You're on time. Oh,

that must be this morning's interview.

I was on tape, but I'm here in person
now.

But, Jody... Well,

good luck tomorrow, Lady Marchwood.
Thank you so much.

Oh, may I add a personal sentiment?

Regardless of who wins, I think the
International Cup is a splendid race and

should bring us all closer together.

Well put, Morty.

Thank you, Giles.

Huh? Lady Marchwood.

Well, this is a surprise.

It was meant to be.

We were wondering if we were going to
see you this trip.

Well, we did touch upon the subject,
yes. You don't think I come to the

States without popping by.

This is my sister, Buffy. Oh, so nice to
meet you, Buffy.

Glad to meet you, too, Mrs.

Lady Marchwood, ma 'am.

Mrs. Lady Marchwood, ma 'am. You know,
Buffy, that's the longest title I've

had. They're not quite up in their
titles yet.

Let's go get Sissy.

She never met a lady before that was a
real lady. Oh.

Well, come on, let's sit down. How about
a little sherry, French?

Yes, Lady Marchwood. Lady Marchwood?
Come off it, Giles. It's Maudie.

Come and sit down next to me.

I'll get the sherry.

Come on, Pat.

Now, let me look at you.

Oh, Giles.

You know, you haven't changed that much.

Nor you, Morty.

You've never grown older, just lovelier.

There you go, Morty.

You want to stay for dinner with us?

I'd love that, Bill. Thank you, sir.

To you.

Bill?

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd better
see to dinner. I'm planning on poached

halibut with dill saucer. Lovely.

Poached halibut?

Oh, my, whatever happened to the fish
and chips?

We've come a long way since the crown
and pickle days, Morty.

I don't know.

It wouldn't take much to unpoach the
halibut and put up the fish and chips.

Sounds good to me.

If you wish, sir. Fine.

Well, come along, Giles. Let's go and ot
up the oil. Oh, blimey. Morty, you're a

guest. And absolutely smashing at fish
and chips.

This way. Excuse me.

Here's Sissy, Lady Marchwood. She had to
change her clothes.

She wouldn't have been out sooner, but
one of those goofy killers got stuck in

her head.

Jody!

I'm so excited to meet you, Lady
Marchwood. It's my pleasure. I've been

forward to it.

Oh, my, aren't you pretty?

Why, thank you.

I may be going to England this summer on
a student tour.

Oh, well, now I have dozens of friends
on the continent with very attractive

young sons you might like to meet. Oh,
would I?

Well, shall we carry on, ducks?

Good.

Is she going to the kitchen?

Yeah, she's going to help him fry up
some fish and chips.

A lady of the realm is cooking for us
peasants?

Establishment sure has changed.

It's the first time Crown and Pickle
ever rode in an airplane?

Yeah. And you can imagine the
difficulty. A high -spirited horse and

go. I'd sure hate to sit next to him.

We just came in to say goodnight.

And to thank Lady Marchwood for being so
nice as to invite us to the race with

tomorrow.

Did I recite that okay, Mr. French?

You let up a bit, Jody.

If Crown and Pickle wins, can we give
them an apple?

No, you have to ask the trainer about
that. He supervises the food, see.

Then Mr. French must be our trainer.

Oh, that's my cue to get them off to
bed.

Excuse me. Good night.

Good night. Good night, kids.

Good night, Uncle Bill.

Well, if you'll excuse us, sir, Lady
Marchwood and I should be off.

We're stopping by the Ruddy Pheasants.

Yes,

Giles tells me it's a bit of merry old
England in the midst of Manhattan.

Bill. Thank you for inviting me.

It's our pleasure.

We don't entertain ladies very often.
And I'm glad you didn't tonight.

It was fun being Maudie Wiggins again.

Good night, Bill. Good night.

How are we, Maudie?

Nothing like a pint of bitter and a game
of darts to round off the evening, Mr.

Edgemore. Quite.

I say there.

Oh, no.

Mr. French seems to be rounding off the
evening quite well.

Rather a fetching sort.

What do you say we saunter over and see
whose service she's in, eh?

Ah,

Mr. French.

We missed you at the poetry reading.

Um, may I introduce you to two friends
of mine? It's Mr.

Hardcastle and Mr. Edgman.

Gentlemen, Lady Marchwood.

Lady Marchwood, this is indeed a
pleasure.

A great honor. Sorry, milady, we didn't
want to intrude.

But you're not intruding in the
slightest.

Any friend of Giles is a friend of mine.

Won't you join us?

Thank you, your ladyship.

You're most gracious, milady.

Please, come off the milady.

It's Maudie Wiggins.

Thank you. Oh, two more, please.

This is such a friendly little pub,
Doctor.

It reminds me of the Crown and Pickle.

Speaking of the Crown and Pickle, Miss
Wiggins.

Does he have a chance?

Does he have a chance?

Listen, Mr. Ardcastle. Does Giles here
have a beard?

We have been contemplating risking a
few, Bob.

Well, I wouldn't bet the gold in your
teeth.

But a small wager might bring a nice
little profit. Mind you, I said might.

And duck's ear is my luck.

Oh, come now, Morty.

To the crown and pickle.

To victory.

To luck.

To Maudie, loveliest lady of them all.

And it was the jolliest of evenings,
sir.

I'd like to hear Lady Marshwood singing.

That must be something.

The way she fits in with my friends,
sir, you know, is most gratifying.

Not what you want to talk about, though,
is it?

No, sir, it wasn't.

You know, it was just being with her
again.

Like old times, huh?

She took my hand and said I was her
luck.

The way she looked at me, all I could
really believe, I was.

It's not like she was kind of leaving
the door open there.

Yes, precisely, sir. That's what puzzles
me so much.

Well, sir, you know, in England last
year, in the ancestral surroundings of

Marshwood Hall, I could under no
circumstances visualize myself as being

to Lady Marshwood.

Last night, kitchen, and at the pub, she
was maudy, the maudy I knew,

and I could have married her on the
spot.

Sir, you see, before you, a person of,
well, two very firm opposite opinions.

Yeah. Well, you're not leaning a little
more to one than the other?

Well, I must confess that Morty has a
slight advantage over Lady Marshwood,

well, I made my decision last year to
forego marriage, and I shall stand by

decision. Why?

Well, sir, the logic was irrefutable.

I gave it much thought at the time.

Yeah, but this is now, and there's no
law that says you can't change your

You could give it a second thought.

Well, you're right, sir. There isn't, is
there?

Yes, you are, sir. You're very right.
Thank you very much. You've helped me a

great deal.

Good night, sir.

Quite all right. Good night.

Oh, these are wonderful seats, Morty,
right by the finish line.

Somehow, I wish we were in the infield.

Remember Epsom Downs 20 years ago?

Oh, yes, that picnic lunch.

You know, we never did find out whether
our horse won or lost.

We didn't bet ducks.

We were far too occupied with each
other.

So we were.

Sorry we're late. It was a long line.
No, thanks, Bill. I'm too nervous to

I'm not.

Quick, look. They're in the starting
gate. Oh, here.

Thank you. Thank you, Buffy.

Right in front, it's Abdullah's baby.

Singer K, second.

Baccarat, third.

Bush fourth, and Crown and Pickle is
fifth.

Come on, Crown and Pickle!

Come on, Crown and Pickle!

I can't see all the people.

Get up on the seat, Buffy.

It's Azalea Bush in front, Abdul as baby
by a length, Senior K by a half.

It's Abdullah's baby and Baccarat
headed...

I want you beside me with my good luck,
remember?

What about the children?

We'll take care of the kids. We'll take
them where they can. Come on, come on.

Congratulations,

Lady Marshall.

A splendid race.

Thank you, Mr. Van Buren. Well worth the
trip.

Oh, Giles, this is Mr. Van Buren, the
president of the Racing Association.

Mr. Van Buren, Mr. French.

Pleasure, Mr. French.

Didn't we have... Juleps with the
governor at the Kentucky Derby last

No, I'm afraid you must have me confused
with someone else, sir.

Possibly.

Well, come, ducks, we must hurry to the
winner's circle.

See you at the ball tonight, gentlemen.

Oh, have a good time.

Oh, oh, Mr. Davis. Yeah.

I've given the matter careful
reconsideration, sir, and I decided to

advice.

And in fact, I'm going to ask Maude to
marry me this evening, sir.

Oh, grand. We'll miss you around here,
but I'm sure you made the right

I can't tell you how much I'm going to
miss all of you, sir.

I've got a flower for you, Mr. French. I
just picked it off the terrace.

Well, that's very sweet of you, Buffy.

You don't have a buttonhole, Mr. French.

No, but I shall pin it on, Jody.

Hmm,

that's an unusual aroma for a carnation.

I sprinkled some of my best perfume on
it.

To be sure.

You look beautiful, Mr. French.

Thank you, Buffy. Have a fun time, Mr.
French.

Mr. French sure is happy going out with
Lady Marshwood. He must be. He even

hugged us.

Yeah, he's happy. I got something to
tell you now. He's not going to be here

with us too long.

How come?

Because tonight he's going to ask Lady
Marshwood to marry him, see?

Oh, no, and move back to England with
her?

Mm -hmm, afraid so.

And we'll never see him again?

Oh, you'll see him from time to time.

Not always, like now?

Not always.

From time to time isn't bad, Buffy.

Yeah, but it's not like always.

Yeah.

Ta -da!

Good Lord, we didn't expect to see you
here this evening. What with the ball

all. The ball was exciting, but I look
forward to relaxing right here in the

pub. You know, Morty insisted on coming
right here.

Look at the trophy.

Doesn't seem fair, does it? The horse
does all the work, and I get all the

and silver.

Imagine having to polish that every day.

To crown and pickle.

And the lovely Lady Marchwood, rather.
Thank you.

It was a good show.

There wasn't one of us in the pub didn't
have a bob or two on him.

Splendid.

Duck. Do you mind if we sit down?

I'm dying to kick my shoes off.

There's an empty table in the corner
there.

Excuse me. Good.

Come and pick us up. Here, here.

Oh,

two minutes, please.

Yeah.

Oh, it's been a smashing day.

You know, I'm glad we're alone for the
moment.

Oh, it's my sentiments precisely.

It's been like old times being with you.

Talking about all the fun we used to
have.

You know, it's so pleasant for both of
us.

Morty, dear.

Something rather personal I'd like to
talk to you about.

Excuse me, Dux.

Ladies first.

Child.

There's something I must tell you.

Because you're my oldest and my dearest
friend, I wanted you to be the first to

know.

You sound so serious.

It is rather serious, Giles.

I'm going to be married.

Yes, to Charles, Lord Whiston.

He's flying to Australia to meet me.

Isn't it wonderful?

Wonderful, dear. Wonderful for you.

Lord Weston.

I've heard of him.

How nice for you.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

Now, what was it you were going to tell
me?

Oh, you know, it's a strange
coincidence, but I was just going to

you should be married.

You see, you're far too lovely a woman
to be alone.

I'm so glad you found somebody so right
for you.

All the best, Morty.

From the bottom of my heart.

Thank you, child.

Well, I know that someday you'll find
someone.

Just as I have.

Someday, perhaps.

Well, as they say in racing circles,
sir, I was left at the post.

Yeah.

Marty's loss is our gain.

We do seem destined to remain bachelors,
eh, don't we?

We couldn't sleep, Mr. French. It's so
exciting. You're getting married.

When's the wedding going to be? Can we
come?

I am not getting married. There will be
no wedding, and children of your age

should not be up at this hour.

What happened?

Well, he's going to stay. He likes it
here.

Now, come on. Off to bed immediately.

Hooray! her friend. She's our nanny
again.

Hooray! Hooray!

It's been very good of you to watch, and
we do hope to see you again next week

on Family Affair.