All language subtitles for Forever and a day (1943).1943_(Forever and a day).VO (7 Directores)

St. Paul's Cathedral, London.

That's right.

Happily still standing after so much
that has taken place in recent years.

And to many of us, it's a symbol of
something that will surely survive any

trials that may yet be in store.

This may be the reason why a number of
people banded themselves together to

this picture possible.

In the order of their appearance, these
are the players who took part.

Many others offered their services but
could not eventually appear through no

fault of their own.

The main point was the eagerness of
everyone to take part in a job of real

teamwork.

Of course, it takes more than actors to
make a picture, and we were fortunate in

being able to make use of many offers of
assistance, among them these writers.

Also, these directors and producers
contributed their time and skill.

We have called the picture Forever

and a Day was finally made possible only
through the cordial cooperation of all

the Hollywood studios and the technical
branches of the industry.

May we hope that this truly cooperative
effort may symbolize the common effort

of ourselves and our allies to make
secure the ideals for which this picture

stands. We are going to this air

raid shelter every night. It is a
nuisance.

Well, I don't know. Before it all
started, I hadn't been out with my

years. Hello, dearie.

I guess you've been eating this again.

Thanks, Mr. Pomfret. Sorry you're
leaving it, sir.

Well, so am I, in a way. Well, so long.
Good luck. Oh, Mr. Pomfret.

I wanted to wish you a pleasant
crossing, but you're leaving rather

aren't you? I could be at the airport if
my plane comes in. You've got to be on

hand to catch me. The early bird and all
that kind of thing.

I suppose you're looking forward to
getting back to New York. Why not?

From now on, I can be found anywhere on
52nd Street between 5th and 6th, any

night after 11.

You meet seven days a week, sugar and a
coffee.

All that and Broadway, too.

Yes, it sounds very nice, sir. Yeah,
doesn't it?

Frankly, I never did go much with this
shark and shell stuff.

If I'm going to collect shrapnel, I'll
do it on my own country's time.

Well, goodbye. Goodbye, sir. Oh, Mr.
Pomfrey. A cable for you, sir.

Bad news, I hope, sir.

Oh, not exactly.

Where's, uh, where's Pomfret Street?

Pomfret Street?

Oh, that's on the other side of the
park, about four miles.

Thanks. Well, so long again. Goodbye,
love.

Uh, give me a sugar, will you?

I mean a pen.

Oh, here. Yes.

We hate to see you go, sir.

Thank you, Farron.

Be in the near future, I hope. I hope
so, sir.

I'm up with these jerries coming over
every night, sir. It's a case of maybe

will or maybe you won't, sir. You know
what I mean. Take it easy, Sparman.

It's a hundred to one you'll be cursing
our cabbies long after this is over.

Hey, cabbie. On the theory that them as
is born to be hanged very seldom gets

taken off by a bomb. Aye, sir?

See?

Excuse me, sir. Yes, Sparman? But if it
isn't asking you too much, sir.

When you're writing your story for the
newspaper over in America...

Could you sort of mention me like, sir?

I'll see what I can do about it, sir.
Thank you, sir. And if it isn't asking

too much, sir, the first name is
Archibald. And if it isn't asking too

sir, where to?

We have to go to Pomper Street first.
Number 6 and step on it.

Did you hear what he said?

Number 6, Pomper Street.

A blinking elocutionist. Is that what
you got your medals for?

One of these days I'll kick you.

Yes, thanks. I hope so, too.

Well... As I was saying, way back in 17,
me and Porky was on our way back from

the game when Porky says to me, Hello?

The jury's a bit late tonight, ain't
they?

On the contrary, I think they're a
little early. You know, you can't trust

Germans. No.

Well, as a matter of fact, what did he
say?

What did who say?

Your friend, Mr.

Porky. Who's Porky?

Oh, no.

Here they come.

They're over the east end. They won't be
coming this way.

How do you know?

You don't know about Kelly, son?

Oh, do hurry, honey. They've started the
concert already.

Thank you, darling. Here we

are, sir. Number six, Pomfret Street.

Can I take cover, sir? Yes, thank you.

Take the bags and duck into the shelter.
I've got a call to make.

Thank you, my friends. And particularly
you, Mr. Higgins. You sang that song

with much more feeling than I ever heard
you sing in church.

Now, the next on the program will be...

The next on the program will be...
Charlie.

And now I know you're all in the mood
and we'll all join together in singing

that lovely little ballad entitled I'd
Love to Live in Loveland with a Girl

You.

Just a minute. I, uh... I wanted to
say... Thoughtful gesture serving tea

an air raid. An idea of yours or Miss
Trimble's?

Oh, mine and Miss Trimble's. Well, then
that would make her about as nice as

you, wouldn't it?

Would it?

What I mean to say is, uh... Shall we
find some quiet corner and talk about

for a while?

You sit in the corner. I have to go
upstairs.

Oh, then I'll run along with you.

No, you won't. But I've got business
with Miss Trimble.

Miss Trimble doesn't see agents at
night.

If you have something to sell, drop her
out in the morning.

But... But I started to say...

You wouldn't get a little crack on the
noggin to stop you,

would you, Governor?

Eustace Trimble built this house and
wishes well to all who shelter here.

First old Trimble thinks up a nice
sentiment, then he cracks you over the

with it.

Want me to come with you, Governor? You
wait here. Yes.

And now, my friends, we all have a heavy
day ahead of us tomorrow.

Sleep's essential.

Shall we?

Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O
Lord.

And by thy great mercy, defend us from
all petals and dangers of this night.

For the love of thy only Son, our
Saviour Jesus Christ.

Yes? I'd like to see Miss Leslie
Trimble.

I'm Miss Trimble. What is it? Well, it's
about the house. This house.

You wrote you'd like to buy it.

Oh, yes.

Won't you come in? Thank you.

Just a moment. I have a candle here.

Oh. Oh, you're not Mr. Augustus Pomfret.

No, I'm... Wait a minute. You seem
alarmed at the thought that I might be.

got something against the old boy? No,
except... Imagine.

I've got a cigarette lighter.

Thank you.

I'm sorry you can't go for old Pumper,
but I understand young Gates. His son is

quite a lad, a great personality, and
something of a blade. I can imagine. A

dull one.

Oh, it's you.

Well, hello.

So you're Miss Trimble.

You know, in the shell of the apron.

Well, naturally, I thought.

Not that it makes any difference. With
or without it, you're... Miss Trimble.

You're an American, aren't you?

What's your name?

Born Gates Trimble Pumper.

But we don't go much with the double
-barreled names back home, so it's Gates

Pumper. I see.

You know, we must be related some way
down the line.

Sort of brings us closer together,
doesn't it?

Does it?

Do you intend to light the candle?

The candle?

Of course, I know you've reasoned not to
like us.

In fact, you wanted to buy the house so
long and we wouldn't sell. What made you

change your mind?

It's a good time to sell a house, don't
you think? When any minute is likely to

be bombed out of existence.

And if I bought it, I'd be something of
what you Americans call a sap, wouldn't

I?

Because you don't look the part.

I'm wondering why you want to buy.

I hardly think you'd understand.

Shall we go into the drawing?

Sure.

Weird old heap had something in common
with a pile of bones, hasn't it? Is it

haunted? Every old house's character has
its ghosts.

That so?

Where do you keep them?

The ghosts.

Oh, ghosts.

I thought you said goats.

Oh, well, just a gag.

Americans haven't much feeling for old
houses, have they? Oh, we like them.

Up to ten years.

Oh, thank you.

After that, of course, being a generous
people, we turn them over to the

termites.

Yes.

Now that you've agreed to sell, what do
you want for the property?

Well, uh... I wouldn't want to quote a
figure that might embarrass you.

Would 2 .10 be too much?

You may find it something to joke about,
Mr. Pomfret, but amazing as it may seem

to you, I do want to buy.

Would you consider selling for 2 ,000
pounds?

2 ,000?

Is there oil on the land?

There's nothing on the property except
an old house and a few memories.

Oh, yes, the memories. I forgot about
them.

Well, let's see now.

Good memory in first -class shape is
worth a little something. The worn -out

ones you can pick up at cause.

Well, speaking of memories... So that's
the masterpiece.

That happens to be a portrait of Admiral
Trimble, who built this house.

What do you take for it?

Would 2 .10 be too much?

Would you take this?

I should.

Now, if you don't mind, I prefer to
transact any further business through my

solicitor. The door in the hallway leads
down into the shelter. Good night, Mr.

Pumperin.

Yeah, but about the house.

The portrait.

Miss Trimble.

I want to take back all I said and
apologize.

Please don't. I want to. I barge in here
like a halfwit trying to be funny

without any thought of what I might be
doing to your feelings, and I'm sorry.

You didn't know.

Besides, there's no reason why you
should feel as I do about things.

It's merely that I'm rather fond of this
house and everything in it.

Born here, weren't you?

My mother and I restored it to what it
was originally, nearly as we could.

It was a boarding house when we leased
it from your family.

Point against us, huh?

Well, it could have been kept in repair
and left to some decent family. But for

what good reason?

It's just a house, and a very old one at
that.

Besides, look at the neighborhood.

A glue factory, gas works.

I'm not referring to the surroundings,
but to the people who lived here.

The people who lived? You mean the
Trimbles and Pomfords?

What did they ever do that was so
wonderful?

Nothing much.

Few contributed to the history of
Britain.

Others were dull and uninteresting, of
course.

But somehow, they were all people I'd
like to have known.

I predict carries 36 guns.

A Dutchman with a 74.

I knew he was a Dutchman by the bluff of
his bow.

Go on then, boys. Go on. Whoop, whoop.

Now there.

There's the land, Admiral.

Find his site this side of London.

Oh, take a good look at it, Admiral.

You can almost feel the spring of the
turf under your feet.

I'm not buying spring. Five fertile
acres, Admiral.

Five miles from the city so you would
never be built over.

How much do you want for it? Twenty
pound an acre, sir.

Hundred pounds a lot.

It's a gift, a sacrifice.

Half the price. Many of the property
around here.

Half the price.

What's wrong with it?

Nothing, sir.

Nothing at all.

Why, what's this?

Oh, that's it.

The highwayman.

By thunder!

I haven't seen a swinging corpse since
my West Indian days. You don't mind it,

sir? I don't mind it. Why, the Admiral
used to have one hanging from the

every day. And a brace on Monday. Oh,
fit, fit, fit. Well, every other Monday.

Mr. Stubbs, I'll buy you land.

And the highwayman, too.

What's that?

That, sir, now that's a bit of history.

Ah, a bit of real history.

That ditch and that mound used to be a
fortification. A fortification? Yes,

Hundreds of years ago, in the year 40 to
be exact.

A man named Caractacus built a fort
there to defend himself against the

invasion. Did he, Picard?

And he picked a fine spot, too.

Hey, Fitz.

Strategic.

Look at the field of fire he got for his
catapults. And that's the way the

invaders came. Over the downs and up the
valley.

And that's the way they'll come this
time if our parliament doesn't stir

You think there's any danger of
invasion, Admiral? Danger? That little

Corsican Bonaparte's been walking up and
down there for three years, eyeing the

cliffs of Dover.

He even got plans for a balloon.

Thinks he can fly over.

Does the government know about that,
sir? Government?

Ah, filing clocks and fuss budgets.

I'm not relying on them.

I'll build my house in the middle of
that fort, and I'll defend it myself.

And let them come with their balloons
and their barges.

And instead of a pinch -backed
highwayman, I'll have a general flying

masthead. Aye, aye, sir.

I built this house not for myself, but
for you and for the others that are

coming afterwards.

Here, come here. See that cherry tree?

That's a nice place for the young lovers
to sit, eh?

It's public, don't you think? Oh, no.
Much more comfortable here.

Ah, but lovers must have a place to sit
outside as well as in.

Hello. When did you sit for that?

Sit with Bro.

I stood for three weeks.

Must have been very dry work.

Good idea, young fella. Go down below
decks.

Well, there's more to a house with
bricks and mortar. Something that no

can put into it. Something he can't take
out.

It isn't here, it isn't there. You just
can't put your fingers on it.

Hello? What's this?

That's a fine signal to fly from your
ship, father.

Aye, aye.

It might be snug and secure, too.

Well, a good seller's part of the
foundations.

Look here, Billy.

I took this myself from a French
privateer. Friendly?

Good stuff, too.

Lost the family for years.

Used on occasions.

And this is one, eh, Billy?

Well, here's to our Navy, Admiral.

Trust me, Billy, I don't know what's got
into our Navy.

Well, they put men like me and Nelson on
half pay.

Well, Nelson's been recalled. He's at
sea now.

God help the French if he ever catches
up with them. Well, what about me?

Did the Admiralty forget the Lord Rodney
ordered my ship, the Zebra,

rechristened the Undaunted in honor of
her commander?

Eustace!

Oh, come in, my dear. Just another quick
one, Billy.

Eustace!

Coming, my dear.

Oh, hit me.

Grab that low arch. I've been meaning to
get it altered.

There's a storm coming up.

Fine house, Ethel.

Fine house.

I'll be a downside shaper if you protect
the right flank.

Now, if you'd allow me to dig a trench
through your graveyard... No, no, no,

I couldn't do that. Well, why not, Brad?

Well, for spiritual reasons. Well, will
your spiritual reasons get you when the

invaders are sitting on your tombstones
eating frogs, eh? Don't forget, Father,

there is the British Navy protecting
your right flank, so why not take it

now the house is completed?

Completed? The house hasn't begun yet.

When they've been waiting...

And children playing on the stairs.

Just a moment, Father. Whose wedding and
children are you speaking about? Oh,

you know very well what I mean.

Yes, I know very well what you mean. You
probably have my wife already picked

out. Someone substantial to go with the
house.

Poplowick, this house is built to last.

She'll ride out many a gale like this
one.

And before she comes into her own,
she'll see lots of people.

Good and bad.

Aye, and strange happenings too, no
doubt.

When a house begins to live... What's
that?

What's what?

Don't obstruct the keel.

Who can she be? Time enough to worry
about that and we'll get her out of

wet things and into bed.

Bill, take her upstairs.

Yes.

I'm useless.

Bring the warming pan immediately.

Aye, aye.

What do you make of it, Admiral? A devil
of a lot.

Saving your present vicar. A storm
that'll blow out all your sticks. A

girl left unconscious in my doorstep.

You stay with her, Bill, while I get
some dry clothes and a hot drink.

Who's there?

William Barstow, Squire of Fenton. Are
you the householder?

No, I'm William Trimble, his son.

We're looking for a Miss Trenchard.

She was observed from the inn running in
here.

That's quite right.

Now, if we might trouble you to bring us
the young lady, we'll take her back.

Back to Mr. Ambrose Pomford, her
guardian.

Doubtless she's given you some cock -and
-bull sorry about being mistreated, but

I think I'm the best judge of what's
good for her. I happen to be the man

she's going to marry.

It's worse than I thought.

Now, look here, sir. Are you going to
hand over Miss Trenchard?

No, Mr.

Barstow, I'm not.

Look here, sir.

We're within our rights.

Habeas corpus. Deliver the body you
know.

Good night, gentlemen.

I thought I'd shoot.

Ulysses!

They're here.

Mr. Hudson himself will settle this in
the morning. I can hardly wait.

One shot, mother. We're ahead.

Hey, hey, be careful with that other
one.

Leave Bonaparte to me.

It's all right, father. It's all right.
It's just a local skirmish. Oh.

I didn't know it would go off.

But I must have been pointing rather
low.

I wish it had been Bonaparte's backside.

And that, and then that, and the last I
finished

with the... I suppose all this time
Master Bill was just looking on

his thumbs, eh?

Oh.

I'm a... Isn't it all romantic?

Just like a fairy tale.

Yes, she looks a nice little thing in a
way. And I really pity her having to go

back to that old bastard.

Guardian or not, he can't force you to
marry a man like that.

These are modern times, 1804.

I know, Mr. Trimble, but perhaps I am
too modern.

After all, a woman rebelling against
man's authority is a dangerous

Dear, what am I to do now? Well, I would
suggest that you remain here with us.

Mr. Pomfret.

Well, now, don't you worry.

I've been looking forward to this.

You will be careful.

Hmm? Careful?

Oh, yes, I shall be most careful.

Mr.

Trimble, I believe I owe you an apology
for my ward's somewhat traumatic

behavior.

I think you owe the apology to Miss
Trenchard.

And I must congratulate your mother on
her marksmanship.

Mr. Barstow won't be able to sit his
horse for quite some time.

Yes, you're all very good shots here,
Mr. Pomfret.

Come, my dear. We are both grateful to
Mr. Trimble for his hospitality, but we

must go now.

Miss Trenchard is staying here.

As a lawyer, let me call your attention
to Mr. Pomfret's rights in this matter.

He has complete control over Miss
Trenchard until he relinquishes that

guardianship on the day of her marriage.
I'm sure Miss Trenchard is quite well

aware of that, too.

That is why I'm staying here.

Mr. Trimble and I are going to be
married immediately.

Is this true, Mr. Trimble, that you are
marrying Miriam?

Are you in the habit of doubting
Miriam's word?

My apologies, Mr. Trimble.

And may I offer my congratulations?

You have an attractive house here.

Come trip. Good day, sir. Good day.

And as you do not appear to know it,
sir, your fiancée's Christian name is

Susan, not Miriam.

Irritating family.

Yes. Not the first time they've annoyed
me. He knows.

Pity.

Someday they'll have to learn that I can
be irritating, too.

He'll be back. You don't know him.

He did not believe that story of our
marriage.

Then we shall have to invite him to the
wedding.

Wedding?

Why, yes. You proposed to me, you know.

I... I proposed... Yes, not five minutes
ago. On those steps over there, you

said... Oh, that was just to get rid of
Mr. Pomfret. Oh, was it?

Now, don't get rid of me, Mom. You've
compromised me.

I've compromised you?

You most certainly have.

You've announced our marriage before
practically the entire county.

I insist that you make an honest man of
me.

Sitting in this garden war scene seems
so far away.

Our gardens are worth fighting for.

I do wish Eustace would think of his
throat.

I know he'll have one of my stockings
around him tonight.

Eustace!

Eustace! All right, my dear, I'll keep
it low, I'll keep it low.

I do wish we women weren't such cowards.

Cowards? We're as brave as men.

Braver? We don't need drums and uniforms
to do our duties, thank goodness.

Well, I'd rather have a baby than go
into battle.

You haven't had the baby yet.

Is she still about?

Yes, poor dear.

But any minute now.

Well, I'm glad Master Bill's out of the
way chasing them Frenchies. He does keep

his mind off it.

Yes, but I wouldn't say the Admiral was
exactly laughing his head off.

Vicar, why do women have to have babies?

Why can't they lay eggs like penguins?

I'm afraid it's an ancient order,
Admiral.

You don't have babies, do you?

Hello.

They're kicking up an infernal din with
your bells, Vicar.

What the devil?

What's going on?

What's wrong, Fitch? Listen to the
bells, bonfires, people shouting.

What do you mean? It's a victory, a
great victory at Trafalgar. How's that?

are you saying? They say that Lord
Nelson has destroyed Bonaparte's entire

fleet. Hooray! That's wonderful,
wonderful.

Picture the great fella. Fitch, do you
know what this means?

It means we're free from invasion
forever.

Ah, but they say Lord Nelson... They put
him on the half -baked list. Hey, this

is a great occasion, Fitch.

Pop off to the cellar and draw me some
of that special brandy. Get some for

yourself. Don't cut me now. Go and get
the brandy.

Aye, aye, sir.

Lucy, where's Lucy?

Lucy!

Lucy!

I see no occasion to better like an
elephant when Susan's lying there. Be

woman. Do you know what's happened?

Nelson's done it again. He's destroyed
the French fleet.

England is safe.

Three cheers for Nelson. God save the
king. Hooray!

Is it?

Eustace. A grandson?

Yes, Eustace. And he's saying in his own
way, God save the king.

My grandson.

Where is he? Let me see him. In a few
minutes, Eustace.

Bill's boy.

Born on the day of one of England's
great victories, eh?

It would even have been a greater
victory, my dear, if you'd been there.

Ah, bless you.

What did I tell you, Doctor?

There's nothing wrong with that, maybe,
eh?

It's a great day for my grandson to be
born, Doctor.

It's a great day, Eustace.

Bill's son.

Another Trimble.

And he's going to live in a free
country.

Admiral Trimble?

What is it that young fellow said? That
young poet they're all talking about.

Wordsworth.

We must be free or die.

Who speak the tongue that Shakespeare
speak.

And we are free.

And Bill has helped to make us free. Ah,
bless him.

What is it, Eustace?

Bill?

Eustace, you can come up now.

Thank you.

Don't be sad, Mother.

I'm not sad, darling. It's just that
this has been our home for so long. Ever

since before I was born.

And that's a terribly long time ago.

Yes, darling, a terribly long time ago.

Well, now that only you and I left is
much too big for us, isn't it?

My dear Susan, I should have known you
at once.

Almost as beautiful as ever.

Why have you come here?

That is a very curious question, Susan.

I've come to live here.

It was I who bought this house.

Oh, naturally, I didn't choose my own
name.

You were never, shall we say, very fond
of me.

And I thought you might make
difficulties.

Besides, I thought it might be more
amusing to buy out your creditors

you detecting my fine Italian hand.

Oh, it was you, Solas. I should have
known.

You and the Trimbles once did me a
disservice.

Now I think the account is clear.

Goodbye, Susan.

Goodbye, Master Trimble.

Do you think you will be happy in this
house?

I am certain of it.

You think you will be happy in a house
that loved the people who built it?

In a house that will hate your presence
every moment you are in it?

A house doesn't love or hate. A house is
bricks and mortar.

No, a house is more than bricks and
mortar. It is all the people who have

in it.

It is their lives, their joys and their
sorrows.

It is love, friendship, decency, all the
things you have never known.

That's why this house doesn't want you.

Spoken like a trimble, my dear.

Oh, Gus, was he? I mean, he wasn't one
of those you would have liked to have

known, was he?

Hardly. Yet I bet he lived to a ripe old
age and died lamented by all.

No, Susan Trimble was right.

He never spent a happy moment in this
house.

He always had the feeling that it was
never his, but still the admiral.

What's the matter with you?

Is something wrong?

No, sir.

What are you doing here?

I was only noticing that you had
rearranged the furniture.

My furniture, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

And it's my house, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Cherry tree in the garden.

Yes, sir.

Cut it down.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Cut it down.

Take it away.

I don't want to see it.

Yes, sir.

see it.

Or you.

Or anything to do with you.

Stop staring at me.

Stop staring at me.

Stop staring at me, do you hear?

It's no good, Pumfret.

This is not your house.

And nothing you can do will make it
yours.

It is the Trimble's house.

And it will always be the Trimble's
house.

Irving's found him the next morning.

Quite dead.

Quite dead.

Oh, no, no, wait a minute. You're not
trying to tell me that the old

Well, that's as good an explanation as
any, I guess.

No one knows, of course, but I prefer to
imagine it happened like that.

I see.

Yeah, but look, all the Pomfretts could
have been bad. There must have been a

decent one somewhere along the line
because, well, a Trimble must have

Pomfret for there to have been a Trimble
Pomfret.

Right?

Yes.

I think we'd better go down to the
shelter.

One never knows.

But what about that good Pomfret?

Are you interested in butterflies?

Butterflies? Who, me?

I was only wondering if it might have
been hereditary.

There was an ancestor of yours, a Dexter
Pomfret, who was rather partial to

them. He was also interested in those
dedicated agents. In the case of

versus Snodwhistle, it wasn't so.

But in the case of Pumperduke versus
Gooch, it was so.

Then again, in the case of schlops
versus still water, it wasn't so.

You mean, no?

No.

Nevertheless, Mr. Simpson, I've
travelled 5 ,000 miles to get that

the old Admiral, and I don't intend to
return to India without it. I think that

President O 'Neill will have something
to say about that.

His name is Dexter Pumfett. Well, what
of it? What of it?

My dear Miss Trimble, he's the son of
the Pumfret with whom your gallant

grandfather had a blazing row back in
1804.

Oh, good heavens. Surely he can't have a
grudge against me because of a stuffy

family squabble nearly half a century
ago.

That shows you how little you know of
the Pumfret family.

Say, Attica.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That portrait has been in possession of
the Pumfrets a great many years now.

Corbladder. Oh, I'm so sorry.

And possession is nine points of the
law, you know.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Good day, Mr. Simpson.

Good day.

What sort of a man is Dexter Pomfret?

Oh, quite young.

Owns an ironworks.

The Pomfret reciprocating engine's quite
famous. Also collects butterflies and

birds, I believe.

Birds? Butterflies?

Reciprocating engines and quite young?

Well, thank you, Mr. Simpson.

Please thank Mr. Weatherby.

And Mr. O'Donnell, too.

They're dead.

Yes, sir?

Pardon? Is Mr. Dexter Pomfret at home?

Maybe he is and maybe he isn't. What
name shall I say?

Tell him it's a young lady.

What is the nature of your business?

Butterflies.

Indeed.

Reciprocating butterflies.

I will inform Mr. Pomfret of your
arrival.

Bellamy, I have lost my Serra Silas
Monteiro, the one with the charming

waistline. I left it among my Papilio
Xenocles.

Pardon me, sir, I took the liberty of
putting it among your Papilio

Aristogaiton, with which it is
entomologically more akin, sir. Ah,

little fellow.

Exquisite cuddling.

Ah, look, wonderful waistline.

Well, what do you want? What are you
waiting for?

Sir, there is a young lady downstairs to
see you, sir. A young lady?

I don't know any young ladies.

She said she wanted to see you about
reciprocating butterflies.

Ah, you've been drinking again.

Oh, shh. A likely tale indeed. A young
lady coming to my house on a night like

this. Now get out, Bellamy. You're
preposterous.

Yes, sir.

She got the portrait, but it never left
the house.

Dexter Pomfret had a certain charm.

She married him.

I cannot agree, Dexter.

I really cannot agree.

Mildred, I hear on the very best
authority that in private matters, our

and gracious queen bends to the
authority of her husband, setting a

example to the young matrons of today.

But surely, Dexter, carrying water
upstairs for a bath is so old

No.

You idiot, careful with that trunk. It's
not made of iron.

Maybe it should be, dear.

Now, that's an idea.

Iron trunks. Don't be silly.

Isn't that what you're going away for?

To look for new business?

You know, you can't get new business
without new ideas.

My dear, allow me to know my own
business affairs best.

Then allow me to know my own household
affairs best.

And I like the idea of having a bath
with taps for the water to come out.

Hot or cold, whichever you want.

You know, they say you can actually lie
down in them.

Disgusting.

Besides, you can have a bath as often as
you like.

My dear, are you suggesting that I don't
know when I need a bath? Of course not,

dear. You almost know.

Then let's hear no more about it.

And let me tell you furthermore that
ancient Rome lost its greatness when its

citizens were enervated by excessive
warm bathing.

Oh, darling, you keep still. Sorry,
dear.

My dear, since this is our first
separation, let me assure you that I

very highly.

In spite of the obstinacy which is
characteristic of your, um... Sextant?

no. Gender.

Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye, darling.

Madam?

Yes, Bellamy?

Mr. Dabb is in the back of the house.

Very well.

Good morning, ma 'am. Good morning.

Now, this is our very latest model.

We call it the Windsor, on account of
Her Majesty having installed one in the

castle of the same name. And I
understand Her Majesty's taken a very

to it. Indeed.

Now, this model is equipped with every
device known to modern science, both for

the horizontal or reclining position or
for the vertical position.

Well, for myself, I prefer the reclining
position, but it's a matter of taste,

no doubt.

Hand me the cold chisel.

The water's coming through.

Oh, Bellamy, the master's coming home
sooner than I expected.

I hope the master won't be very angry.

I pray he won't.

Do you think my prayers will be heard?

Not with this noise going on, madam.

Ah, there you are, ma 'am.

Finished. Oh, but it's so big, I... I
never dreamed of a bath this size.

Ah, I knew you'd be impressed, ma 'am.

And that can thing up there.

Not fair. Well, that's the very latest
thing, ma 'am. So late, it's hardly out

yet. It's known as a shower. An
invention of the firm of dabs.

Very refreshing, ma 'am. Very
refreshing.

Refreshing?

I don't understand.

Well, all you have to do is to climb
these here steps. Here, show the lady.

Climb these here steps.

Step into the bath.

Then you fill the reticule with hot
water. It steps underneath and soaks up

their brush, which is one of our most
interesting and up -to -date appliances.

You stand here, put this here funnel on
your head to protect your hair, and

pull.

But surely it will wet my clothes.

Oh, Lord bless you, ma 'am, you don't
wear no clothes.

Oh, the whole thing's impossible.

And I never ordered it anyway.

You've no right to do... Don't worry, ma
'am, don't worry. A gift from the House

of Deb. A shower free with every bath.

The child had to plan to increase
business.

I'm pretty out of just a fine these
days.

Don't you have a fine business, ma 'am?

My husband.

Oh, my husband.

You can't please nobody nowadays.

Oh, Bellamy, how am I to break into the
master? You'll have to make up your mind

quick, madam. He's just arrived.

Mildred!

My dear Mildred. Oh, my sweet. No,
darling, don't come up.

Why not? I have to change.

Sir John Bunn's coming to luncheon
and... How nice of you, but... Well, and

play my cards, well, it may mean a
partnership with him.

Yes, yes, he's waiting.

Tea? Tea at this time of the day? Well,
would you like a little light

refreshment? No, no, dear, excuse me.
Oh, darling, to please me.

Your manner's pretty odd. What's the
matter?

Is that paint I smell? Paint? No. What's
that noise?

Oh, that drunken Bellamy.

Excuse me. I'll not have that man my
king. If I'm in my bed, I'm going to

accounts with him once and for all.

Bellamy, you scoundrel.

What's this?

A bath?

Take it out. I gave strict orders
against this. Sir, we thought it would

pleasant surprise for you. Take it out,
I say.

And this. And this. And this. And this.
And this.

less happy experiments in house
planning.

Excuse me, I'll have it stopped.

See, he's upset now.

But you wanted the bath taken out.

A little more brandy, Sir John.

Just to take your mind off your
troubles.

With three iron foundries idle, I'm
afraid it would take more than a little

brandy to do that.

Of course, I'm only a woman. You
wouldn't be interested.

There must be some new uses for iron.

What makes you think so?

Oh, no, I can't tell you my idea.

It's probably too silly.

Oh, come on, I beg you.

Well, if you want more things made of
iron, what about baths?

Baths?

What for?

You may laugh, Sir John, but I'm a
woman.

And I know that in a few years' time,
every house in this country will own a

bath. A million homes, each with an iron
bath.

A Sir John Bunbath.

Baths? And you really think there's a
future in baths? Indeed I do. You know,

the Queen has already installed one at
Windsor. The Queen?

A bath?

Since when? Oh, quite a while, Sir John.

Baths. I'm baths.

Well, good mum, I think you've hit upon
a very good idea.

Oh, it's not my idea, Sir John.

It's my husband's.

He's out of it?

Certainly. You know, we have one here.

All the latest fittings. My husband
insists.

Even one of those latest devices called
a shower.

You'll laugh, of course, but, you know,
I always thought your husband as a

businessman was a complete nincompoop.

Oh, Sir John.

So you put in the bath and the shower,
too, eh? Oh, no, no, sir. That was my

wife. Oh, darling, don't be so modest.
I've told Sir John everything. I don't

care whose idea it is. That's grand.

It's white. Let me see it. Certainly,
Sir John. But wouldn't you like to

your brandy first? Not while I can see
an iron bath and a shower, too. Come

along.

What's all this?

We're taking it out, sir. Taking it out?
What for?

Well, Mr.

Pomfret doesn't like it. Oh, you see, it
isn't big enough.

Not big enough? Why, it's big enough for
a horse.

Oh, well, Sir John, I...

I know I shouldn't talk about such
things, but since it's all for the good

the iron trade, well, the bigger the
family,

the bigger the bath.

My boy!

For 50 years, the Climble Pomfretts were
like most any other family.

With their gallant women, I solemnly
pledge myself before God to pass my

life in purity, to practice my
profession faithfully, and to devote

wholly to the welfare of those committed
to my care.

Seeing you at this moment, Elizabeth,
brings me the deep conviction that the

proudest words an Englishman can say
will be...

My sister is serving with Florence
Nightingale.

Cornelia Trimple Pomfret was not the
only bride to grace the hallway stairs.

They had their quarrels.

Bitter ones.

You will do as I say.

What was good enough for me shall be
good enough for myself. I'm sorry, sir.

disagree with you. Times have changed.
Silence, sir!

You will either do as I say or get out
of this house and stay out!

One was even knighted.

To our charming host and hostess, Sir
Anthony and Lady Trimble Pumfret, long

life and happiness. Here, here.

Pete! Pete! Pete!

Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! I am, of course,
grattered and flatified.

Dear, dear, dear. Flattered and
gratified.

By the very signal honour Her Majesty
has done us.

I mean the title.

I can't think why.

Well,

I mean, we don't deserve it. Oh, yes.

A hundred times over. We shall at least
try to keep it clean.

That's right, Sir Anthony.

Give us a bath every Saturday night in
the Pomfrey Jubilee Tub.

them big legs of yours.

Oh, so it's you, eh?

No, it's my twin sister now. Go on, win
them.

Go on.

What's happening?

Oh, a lot of Germans on horses.

They're kind of stuck up, they do.

Here, why don't you come outside?

I can't. The front door's jammed.

What's going on now?

Oh, a lot of Indian princes and such
like.

Oh, what do they look like?

They look like they've been in the sun,
they do.

Oh, dear, I think I'll lose my mind in a
minute.

It's all over.

Right, so, Jenny.

Look, my children, there's our Jenny.

I don't seem to remember giving her
permission to come out this morning.

really quite pretty, you know.

She appears to have washed her face for
the occasion. It's too bad we can't have

a jubilee every day of the week. Will
you stop that? She's a particularly

girl. Personally, I detest that
socialistic kind of beauty. Augustus,

times you make me feel a little ill. Oh,
for part. Yes.

Why, look, there's that awful Jim
Trimble. Ma, I don't think you should

like that of cousin Jim.

Edith, he's not our cousin.

At least only three times removed, and
that hardly counts.

Here.

How much longer are you going to be
staying in the Trimble Pomfret Palace?

Now, look here.

I'll thank you to speak respectful about
my employer's residence.

Seeing as how my great -grand -uncle
both built and lived in the place, I

I've got a right to refer to the old
home as I please.

Oh, no, you haven't, not by any means.

When your great -grand -uncle lived
here, there was no west wing, was there?

Nor no electric light, nor no gas ovens,
nor no telephone, nor no horseless

carriage. Well, what's the idea of
having a motor if you don't know how to

it? And who did the trimble pump for its
core when the old bus falls to pieces

every second Tuesday?

Why, Jim Trimble, of course.

Oh, Mr. Trimble, we're having a little
trouble with our motor.

I wonder if you'd mind... Oh, you're
just jealous because you haven't got a

horseless carriage yourself.

I should think your great -granduncle
would spin like a top in his grave if he

could see you driving around in that
smart coal cart of yours.

Oh, no, he wouldn't. Why, to make him
only too happy to think there was one

member of the family what could use his
hands. And I don't mind telling you...

What?

Well, never you mind.

I've got plans, Miss Jenny Jones.

Big plans.

Aren't we mysterious?

You're going to get quite a surprise one
of these days.

Might take your breath away, I shouldn't
wonder.

Well, break it to me gently, won't you?
You know, my heart's weak.

Well, I... Will I see you Sunday?

Oh, I don't know.

I suppose so.

Well, if you've got anything better to
do, of course, it's quite all right with

me. Now, don't get me wrong, Mr.
Trimble. I'm quite excited about the

already. Don't get too excited, will
you?

That weak art of yours won't stand it.

Jim. Yes?

Nice seeing you.

Nice seeing you, Jenny.

this motor car?

Why not, dear?

Makes me feel rather foolish.

Well, Gapar, you wouldn't feel foolish
if you bought the more expensive model I

suggested. Justice, you must never speak
to the steerer of a motor car, dear.

Oh, careful, there's someone coming.

Speed, lady, I have no doubt.

to drive a horse at that speed.

And I don't like to see Jenny making an
exhibition of herself in that way.

Was that Jenny?

Well, I hope this horse will dissolve
its shoes at once.

Don't get excited.

Be calm.

Why'd you run away?

Now, careful, everybody, careful. Not
too near, not too near.

Don't ask me questions at a time like
this.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Why? It's Jim Trimble.

Looks like you've had a bit of trouble,
sir.

Cool. You might have all been blown sky
high.

Jenny, what on earth are you doing here?

Well, your ladyship, it was my afternoon
off, and Jim...

I mean, Mr. Trimble suggested we might
take a nice little jaunt into the

country. I'm afraid she's smashed up
pretty bad, sir. Well, I've learned my

lesson. You may take this thing away at
your earliest convenience, Trimble.

Yes, sir.

Where's your ticket, sir? I don't care
where you take it. I just hope never to

see the confounded thing again, ever.

But, Papa, surely you're not going to
throw it away. I'm sure it can be

repaired. Augustus, this is the last
time that you or any member of my family

ever steps into one of these motors
again.

Even if they could get the confounded
things to work, I see no reason why

anybody should want to race through the
country at 14, 15, 16 miles an hour.

Well, I never.

Why, Jim, it's as good as new.

Better. Did more than 12 mile an hour
between here and the yard. No.

Yes, why, the bobby at the corner of
Nuggly Street spoke quite sharp about

Well, more haste, less speed, they say.

I'll draft that bill. I'll be back in a
minute.

Here, wait.

I'm going away, Jenny.

Going away?

Where, when?

Soon as I've unloaded them tin sacks of
coal.

Then it's down to the sea and ships for
me.

What do you mean, Jim?

You're taking one of them day trips to
market? Oh, it's a bit further than

Jenny. I'm off to America.

Now? Yes.

I've been saving for this for years, and
now I've got enough.

More than enough, in fact.

Oh. What are you going to do when you
get there?

Make a fortune. That's what I'm going to
do.

Oh, fancy that.

Well, send me back a gold nugget or two
for old time's sake, won't you?

Oh, don't you fool yourself, Jenny.

No man what can work with his hands is
going to starve there.

I can mend motor cars, maybe even build
them.

I tell you, Jenny, in three more years
we'll be in the 20th century and big

things will be happening.

And America's the place where most of
them is going to happen.

Oh, but Jim, it's so far away.

and all those red Indians and
everything.

Oh, there's that bell again.

Ah, you wouldn't have to answer no more
bells. Yes.

If you was to come with me.

What, me, Jim?

I've never been further than the Isle of
Wight. Oh, what's the Isle of Wight got

to do with it?

Now, come on, Jenny.

What's your answer?

Now, don't rush me, Jim.

After all, I don't get asked to America
every day of the week.

I'm not used to it.

It's your big chance, Jenny.

Why, most of the girls I know would jump
at it.

Oh, would they?

I suppose you've been trying it out on
some of them. Now, there's no need to

turn nasty.

Oh, I'm not turning nasty.

Only, I don't want no pistol put at my
head.

Besides, well, besides, it don't seem
right somehow.

Oh, don't it?

All right, Miss Oity Toity.

You've had your chance and you've missed
it.

I'll empty those ten sacks and I'm off.

Oh, you can empty a hundred sacks for
all I care. Yes, and you can answer a

hundred bells for all I care. You ain't
got no ambition. That's what's wrong

with you. Well, you can take this and
think yourself lucky.

Oh, haven't you got a nerve?

Jenny! Jenny!

Oh, I hate you.

Pray don't hurry. There's all the time
in the world.

Your face!

Well, it wouldn't be my Aunt Mabel's
fault.

Come on, get out of the way.

Someone seems to have left their letters
at home. Oh, you... Your face!

Get one like it yourself, dear. It
wouldn't do you any harm.

Come into the garden, Maud, for the
black bat's night has flown.

You did ring Miss Edith, didn't you? Oh,
no. We were tolling the bell because we

thought you were dead. Edith. Witty as
well as pretty. That's Miss Edith.

I wish you'd try to be a little more
prompt, Jenny.

Remember, punctuality is the politeness
of kings.

Yes. What have you been doing to your
face?

You look like a hottentot.

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, dear.

What?

Oh, I beg your pardon, Miss Edith.

Or just run downstairs and clean up. No,
Jenny, you can do that later.

Will you pour the tea, please?

Yes, Miss Jenny.

And try and remember, Jenny, that
cleanliness is akin to gardeniness.

Yes, Miss.

Come into the garden, Maud, for the
black bat's night has flown.

Come into the garden, Maud.

Two. No, only one lump, please, Jenny.

I'm here, at the gate, alone.

And the woodbine spices are wafted
abroad, and the musk of the rose is

Oh, kiss.

Sentimental drivel. You have no soul,
Augustus.

Jimmy, did you take leave of your
sentence? I asked for a cup of tea, not

of syrup.

And how many times have you told me not
to talk like that to the servant? Oh,

kiss and touch.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Edith. I'll make you
another one. Thank you.

a bicycle ride and so i am but i'm not
in the mood yet tush jenny will you get

me my yellow dress please yes that
wretched jim pimple doesn't have to

make all that noise and he only does it
to annoy us too

jenny good gracious

he's got our motor down there he's put
it together again oh what a man

Jenny! Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Julie.

I don't feel very well. Do you mind if I
go?

Oh, you poor child.

You'd better lie down for a little
while. Oh, no, really, I'll be all

me what's going on in this house. Where
are you going?

America!

To Charles Bravin, in appreciation of
his devoted

services as butler of this household,
100 pounds.

The sum of 20 pounds to each of the
other servants.

Excuse me, Lady Trimble Pumperidge, but
this dust... Mr. Shanks, this room has

not been touched since my husband's
death.

I intended to do nothing until I was
fully acquainted of his wishes.

Please proceed, Mr. Sheppard. To
conclude, the rest of my property, both

and personal, I leave to my poor wife.

Poor?

The poorer.

By reason of his death, I've no doubt
laid a trimple bumperish.

Oh.

Oh.

Please proceed, Mr. Sheppard.

Especially this house, which has been
our home and refuge for so many happy

years. This little nest... in which our
dear children first saw the light of

day. Dear, indeed.

Augustus in America and the two girls in
the south of France. They didn't even

come home for the funeral.

Ah, yes.

In the unhappy event of my wife's death,
I will and bequeath the said property

to my dear son Augustus, and the long
line of trimble -pumperits he will, I

trust, beget.

Do you understand that it was Sir
Antony's wish that I should continue to

in this house?

I don't see that any other
interpretation is possible.

What shall we do with this news?

Oh, put it in the attic with the rest of
the junk.

Aunt Caroline, couldn't we jelly -grap
these menus instead of me typing each

by hand? It would be so much quicker.

It might be quicker, but it wouldn't
have the class.

That's what makes the difference between
a hotel and a boarding house. Little

things like that. And having the menus
in French. I don't see that it matters

long as we feed them.

Love couples.

Calling them croquettes de noisette
doesn't make them any better. I get

Mr. Fulcher? Oh, Mrs. Ismay. Is there
something that you want, Mr. Fulcher?

Well, no, not exactly. That is, my
wife... Yes, your wife, Mr. Fulcher?

wife asked me to speak to you about one
or two little items which seem to her to

be amiss.

There's the bath water.

It's not quite as hot as she could wish.

Oh, and then there's a little question
of soup.

It seems, well, my wife thinks it might
be a little more plentiful. You mean she

wants more soup? That's right.

Oh, I beg your pardon. It's S -O -A -P,
soap. Mr. Fulcher, perhaps Mrs. Fulcher

doesn't realize there happens to be a
war on. I'll remind her.

Major Garrow's bill.

Oh, thank you.

I'll see that you get it.

Good evening, Fulcher.

Good evening, Major.

Good evening, Major.

Major, please.

Major, I was going through the accounts
today and I find that yours is a little

overdue. Why don't you worry your pretty
little head about that?

This news is far more interesting than
any account.

These Americans are coming over in
droves. By the way, have you killed the

fatted calf?

Fatted calf?

The conquering hero. Isn't he coming
home tonight?

Oh, Captain Barringer. Yes, yes. He's
got his picture in the evening paper.

he is. Fine boy. Now listen to this.

In accordance with the new plan of the
government for extended leave to our

heroes of the air, the first of these
will be Captain Archibald J. Barringer,

.C. D .S .O .M .C., who arrives in
London this evening.

Handsome young buck, eh? Yes, very. He's
like his mother, isn't he? Like his

mother, well, that's what I mean to say.
V -C -D -S -O -M -C.

The fellow's only been out there eight
months and gave every possible medal he

can get. I spent 20 years of my life in
India and all I got was a medal for the

Durbar. This young fellow's the most
talked -of young fellow in the whole of

England. We've got to give him a rousing
welcome.

How about a little aeroplane made of
sugar for the dining room table?

Sugar? In wartime? Oh, then we can eat
it later on.

Oh, no, I don't think so.

I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Barringer
would want any fuss made, nor would he.

No, no, no fuss at all. But after all,
everybody's dying to meet him, aren't

you? Of course.

All the girls will be after him. All the
pretty girls. Not that there are many

left, except you.

And, of course, Madam Gabby.

Gabi, Madame Gabi. Still Gabi to me.

Oh, hello there.

How are you?

Young man's getting pretty frisky. He's
getting out of hand.

Captain, here's a letter for you.

Letter? Oh, good.

I know that scent.

It's Madame Gabi.

Bonsoir, Capitaine. Bonsoir, Madame.

Who's it from?

It's from your mother. Mother?

Of course not.

Good evening, my dear. Good evening,
Mrs. Banger. You have no idea how

everyone is?

Well, we're a little bit excited
ourselves, aren't we, Henry?

Well, it wouldn't be too much to say
that we were mildly excited.

I'm going to put these on the table. Oh,
let me. No, no, I'll do it.

There's you, Henry.

Marge, you have arranged well. I hope
you haven't been working too hard. Don't

be tired. Is your head aching? Oh, no,
I... Look, Mr.

Barrington. Chief.

What?

Oh, I see, Edam.

Of course, Archie loves it. I know he
does, but how did you know? Aha, I told

her, Sidney.

Look, they've all got flags. Oh, look,
Henry, they've all got flags.

Oh, look here.

Burgundy. Yes, it's from the cellar.
Very precious. Almost the last. There he

is.

He's the anonymous.

He's the Captain Ralph.

Oh, he's a jolly good fellow.

Oh, he's a jolly good fellow.

Oh, he's a jolly good fellow. No, no,
no. It's not Barringer.

It's not your boy. It's someone else.

Oh, it isn't him, Henry. Oh, well, he'll
be here. Well, if it isn't Barringer,

who is it?

I don't know.

Looks like an American soldier.

Is that you, Marjorie? Yes, it's
Marjorie. I want to meet Berenger. You

won't you? Of course. Come along. We're
in the way here.

Oh, yes. I'm so sorry.

Uh, Trimble Hall? Yes, sir.

You're an American, aren't you?

Oh, yes, sir. How do you do? My name's
Garrow, Major Garrow. Very, very glad to

have you fellas over here.

Thank you, sir.

How are you?

Fine.

Have you got a room with a bath for
tonight?

Well, we have a room and we have a bath,
but... As a matter of fact, we have two

bathrooms.

But did you want a private bath?

Well, it doesn't matter. I just want to
stay here for tonight.

Oh, excuse me. Will you register,
please?

Trimble? Yes.

I'll show you to your room.

Mr. and Mrs. Barringer, Mr. Trimble.

How do you do? I'm glad to know you. How
do you do?

Oh, and there's Mr. Pulcher.

How do you do? How do you do?

Now, how will this do?

Oh, this is fine, fine. It's just swell.

It's great.

Good as that.

Oh, you don't understand. You see, I've
heard all about this place, and it's...

Well, it's a real bit of old England.
What?

What?

I didn't say anything. I just said,
what?

You know, like Englishmen always say
when they finish saying something. What?

Or don't they?

Only when they're asking a question.

Oh.

How did your name happen to be Trimble?

Well, it's a long story.

You see, my mother used to live in this
house.

Oh, and that's how your name happened to
be Trimble? Uh -huh. Well, sort of. She

was a housemaid here, and Dad was a
Trimble, see?

Oh.

A romance in the eloped.

A romance, uh -huh.

You know, if you don't mind my saying
so, I've always heard that English

are awful cold.

But you're not.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean the way you welcome people.
Gosh, the welcome I got downstairs,

I've never seen anything like it.
Everybody was standing at the door and

singing, and then they cut off suddenly.

That wasn't for you. That was for
Captain Barringer.

Oh, and all the time I thought, Captain
Barringer?

Yes. You don't mean Captain Barringer
the flyer? Yes. You met his mother and

father downstairs just now.

Gosh, and he's coming here?

Yes, fancy you knowing about him.
Knowing about him? Well, every kid in

knows Archie Barringer.

Golly. Maybe I can buy him a drink.

Maybe. Well, say, maybe I can buy him a
couple of drinks.

Collie, I feel wonderful.

Must be the English air.

I'm very glad.

Oh, wait a minute.

Could you put a bottle of champagne on
ice?

I rather doubt the ice.

You're not going to doubt the champagne,
are you?

Oh, what time's dinner? Can I write a
letter home before I... Oh, yes, sir. On

account of... Because dinner's been put
off half an hour, sir.

Captain Barringer hasn't come yet, Miss
Marjorie.

Captain Barringer hasn't arrived yet.
Yes, I said... I heard you.

I'll see you later.

Could I do anything for you, sir? What?

Could I do anything for you, sir? Me?

Since the war.

Things have been very quiet at this time
of the year.

The American soldier.

Oh.

Mamie. Mamie.

Mr.

Trimble.

How do you do? How do you do?

You come with me.

I'm so sorry. All the single tables are
gone.

That's all right. Where's the champagne?

Are you alone?

Sure. You're not going to drink all
that, are you? We shall have to carry

out.

Say, where's Captain Berringer? Oh, he
hasn't arrived yet, sir.

We're expecting him at any minute.

Oh. Um, what is this, uh... Coquette's
the, uh...

Noisettes. Oh, nut cutlets.

Nut cutlets? Yes, today's a meatless
day. Oh, they taste all right, but no,

don't stay with you. Leave a sort of
hollow feeling.

And then the fish.

Oh, here?

Yes. Soul bon femme.

Codfish.

Oh. I've got a sister -in -law in
America.

You have a what? I've got a sister -in
-law in America.

You have?

Yes. Lives in Chicago.

In Chicago?

Perhaps you haven't run into her. Her
name's Smith.

Smith. Lily Smith.

Red hair.

Natural. At least it used to be. I
haven't seen her for a long time. I

should touch it to that now.

Excuse us.

Intrusion, please.

Oh, yes. My name's Barrington. We met
out there. Yes, I remember.

My wife and I saw that you were all
alone here, and we wondered if you

join us.

Well, that's very nice of you, sir.
You're expecting your son, are you not?

sure I'd be very happy to meet a brother
-in -arms, shall we say.

Well... Thanks.

Can I bring the giggle water?

You met my wife. Oh, yes. How do you...
Another

place, Mr. Perrington?

Archie should be here, but traveling in
England is so uncertain these days.

I guess so. Oh, don't hold up your
dinner on account of me, please. No, no,

We're waiting for Archie anyway.

They're keeping his hot. Oh, good.

I guess you people don't realize what it
means to me to be in London and...

The very first night to meet, well, the
parents of a great guy like Archie

Berringer. Seems so funny to think of
Archie as a great guy.

He isn't really.

No more than any of the others.

He's only 21, you know.

21, is that so? You see, to us, he's
just Archie.

Our Archie, isn't he, Henry? Yes, that's
about what he is.

Seems only yesterday he was riding his
bicycle and playing with his carpentry

sets. He was always very mechanical, you
know.

He's the sort of boy who can make
anything work, you know.

I never could make anything work.

Not even the simplest thing.

Always on his birthday, we used to ask
him what he wanted. It was always a

mechanical set.

He used to make model... aeroplanes.

Is that Archie, dear?

No, Henry.

Of course, then we never thought
anything like this war would happen. Or

he'd be killing people.

He was so unlike Archie, he...

He was always such a gentle boy.

Is that Archie?

No, dear. Oh.

You must be very, very proud of him.

What's going on out here?

Is it Russ? Yes.

Is he coming?

No.

Never.

Let me call Mr. Ballinger.

Oh, don't do that.

It was one Christmas when my wife had
made a cake and put it into a lot of

little jars.

You know, it was definitely bitten and
stumbled and a lucky horseshoe.

Oh, very silly, I expect.

But my son got the lucky horseshoe. He
bit onto it. Broke his tooth, as much as

possible. Oh, too bad. But he always
kept it. The horseshoe, I mean.

I often wonder if he still has it.

I have felt...

Quite seriously, of course, but I felt
that perhaps it was that that brought

luck and kept him safe all this time.

Do you think so, my dear?

What's the matter?

Now, excuse me.

Doing. My head.

I'm cold.

Would you like to lie down for a while?

No, Henry.

No, I don't want to lie down.

Would you like a drop of brandy?

No, thank you, Henry.

I don't want any brandy.

How about a cup of tea?

Yes. A cup of tea would be very nice.

And Henry, go back to the young man.

You want to be alone, don't you?

Where did it happen?

When did it happen?

Of course, there are no particulars yet.

Oh, it's bad luck.

Poor old Barringer.

Mrs. Barringer told me he was only 21.

Just a baby.

Just a baby, I'd say. He shot down 21
planes, didn't he? It was 21 planes he

shot down, wasn't it? I should have met
Barringer.

Trimble, come on, let's finish our
dinner.

Marjorie, bring him in, will you? I want
to speak to Barringer. I want to speak

to Barringer.

Sir, bad luck, sir.

Some of us got off too darn well.

Shall I go up to Mrs. Berenger? No,
she... She would like to be alone, I

Would you join us at the table, dear?

Very good of you to bring this.

Wine.

Shall I open it?

What? Oh, um... Of course, yes.

How long is your leave?

24 hours. Oh, is that all?

You must... I mean... I'm afraid this
isn't a very cheerful sort of thing.

We must arrange a theatre or something,
Marjorie.

24 hours from when?

This afternoon, Winchester.

Well, let's see. There's... There's the
zoo.

And the... The Tower of London.

And what else is La Marjorie?

Westminster Abbey.

Yes. Yes.

It's a very beautiful city, I think.

Thank you, Mindy.

Let me do it for you.

Here we go.

To America and England.

If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to
drink to Archie Barrett.

You're very kind.

It's after 11, you know.

Yeah, I know. Well, we've seen the
kitchen and her bedroom, and I promised

Mother I'd take a look at the whole
house, so if you don't mind.

It's so dirty and damp, Heather. Mother,
you say they were ghosted. What's the

matter? I've dropped my clothes. Careful
you don't tread on them. Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll help you. Oh.

Oh.

That did it.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry. They're broken,
right?

Don't think about it. Terribly sorry.

You have another pair of them, do you?

No, as a matter of fact, I haven't.

Well, say, you look much better without
them.

This is the cellar you wanted to see.

Much better.

Oh, yes.

Oh, look out. You don't bang your head.
Everyone does.

Oh, thanks.

Well, I'm seeing a ghost down here.

The ghost is frightening me. It's the
Black Beetles. What?

Black Beetles.

There's one right there.

They seem afraid of beetles.

More than air raid.

It's funny. You're the first English
girl I ever ran into.

Am I?

Would you write to me?

Would you? Because it takes an awful
long time to get a letter from home.

Haven't you got a girl at home who
writes, dear?

Oh, well, I've got my mother, so...
You've got a fellow that writes to you,

haven't you?

I've got my brothers.

No one at all?

They're all I've got.

How long have they been in France now?

Since the beginning.

They're well and safe.

I say a prayer for them every night.

Gee, that's swell.

Would you say one more?

One more?

Well, sort of a... Well, a prayer for a
stranger.

I will.

Well, you've... You've seen the cellar.

What's this?

Eustace Trimble built this house and
wishes well to all who shelter here.

A .D.

1804.

Gee, that's swell.

It really is swell, you know.

So you leave in the morning?

Yeah, in the morning.

Bright and early.

Well, early anyway.

I don't want the coat. Englishmen go
without their coats. Billy, I don't want

your coat.

Why? You'll be late. You'd better hurry.
No, I won't.

I'll get it.

Don't you know that there's a war on?

I heard about it.

Come say goodbye.

I am saying goodbye.

No, I mean at the train.

I work here, remember?

And in one little hour you'll be back
here, honest.

Yes, I'll be back and I'll have no job.

I can fix that.

How?

Come to depot and I'll tell you.

I can't. Go on.

All right, that's what you think about.
The war can wait.

Goodbye, sir.

Come back.

Thanks.

You sure you don't want to hear what it
is we can do if you lose your job?

Don't you want to hear? Oi! If you don't
stop hanging about, you will make no

Victoria Station and there'll be no
1220.

Do you hear that?

Yeah, I heard.

Please, Marjorie.

Get going, Bob.

He

has

as yet made little progress towards his
goal.

We owe this to the determined fighting
and self -sacrifice of our troops.

Words fail me to express the admiration
which I feel for the splendid resistance

offered by all ranks of our army under
the most trying circumstances.

Many amongst us now are tired.

To those I would say that victory will
belong to the side which holds out the

longest. Yes, sir. How long?

Ah, the Major is right.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, Major.

Not such a very good morning, Mrs.
Granger.

You've seen the news, of course.

Not good?

Very bad.

What? What did the Major say?

What's bad?

What's the news? Nothing.

Good morning, Major.

The sun's out.

Oh, really?

Yes.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Morning, lady.

Enjoying breakfast, I hope?

Yes,

Dr. Martin.

Hello, my boy.

Hello, Skipper. How are you? Fine,
thanks.

Just as pretty as ever, eh? Eh, didn't
you? Yes, yes.

Hello, sweetheart.

Oh, stop it.

Where's your husband?

He's got him.

Really? It's a jolly good day for him,
isn't it?

Oh, oh.

Mrs. Esme.

It's as though you found a marble and
broke a window.

Oh, it's the news, Captain. Haven't you
seen the papers?

Of course I've seen the papers.

And there's a jolly good article in
them, too.

One here signed by a chap who calls
himself Non -Doubter.

Sir. If, as Sir Douglas Haig says, our
backs are to the wall, could it be

possible that there is forming in our
midst a new light brigade?

A light brigade of doubters, defeatists,
and amateur strategists?

A light brigade who, at the brave words,
our backs are to the wall, permit

themselves the morbid ecstasy of
resignation to blackness and defeat?

And will that light brigade turn back
the pages of their warped memory, if

can?

To the other light brigade of bella
clava the brigade that inspired the poet

Tennyson to cry out in pride America yes
letter from his mother he's written and

told her about it Ned has written to me
about you and I'm sending you our

greetings and a hug and a kiss for my
daughter -in -law Charming when the war

over and we can all be together again.
I'm coming to England to pay you a visit

I'm so happy

The beautiful Mrs. Ismay. May I have the
pleasure?

Oh, I quite understand.

Shortly after that, the hotel failed.

Mother never could bring herself to
leave here.

She took over the lease, restored the
house with the money my father left her.

And now, there's only you.

You know, it's funny.

It all seems part of some prearranged
plan.

I mean, the way the Trimbles and
Pomforts manage to get together every

again.

Doesn't it?

Each generation does seem to find its
way here somehow.

Is it a close one?

Are you scared?

No, I don't think so.

It's strange. I'm usually frightened out
of my wits.

That helps.

How do you mean?

I'm sorry. I just took hold and it was
hard to let go.

I see.

You were saying... You wanted to buy the
portrait of Admiral Trimble.

You understand now I'd rather not sell
it? Oh, that's all right.

It should remain where it is, in the
family.

There should be a family.

That one didn't have her name on it, did
it, sir?

No.

I'm afraid.

Don't be afraid, children.

Don't be afraid.

Ah, Miss Trimble, this lovely old house
is a shame. Yes, isn't it? Go on, sir,

we can use you.

Sure.

You all right in here?

All hale and heart, dear friend, thank
you.

There goes the all -clear.

It was only Jerry unloading on his way
home.

Now we can go home, eh?

Even the Jerrys couldn't budge him,
could they?

No.

But I'll have to.

Why?

Can't very well leave him up there.

Out in the open.

Instead of moving him, why don't we
build up around him?

Build again?

What for?

This?

I understand how you feel.

You loved an old house.

Now it's gone.

But the memories you treasured, they're
not destroyed.

So let's build again.

He would, wouldn't he?

Yes, he would.

He'd build for shelter, happiness,
decency,

dignity.

Everything that a home should stand for.

So much of earth.

So much of heaven.

Oh, but he'd want to make sure first
that this would never happen again.

You bet he would. And that's our job.

Yours and mine.

Don't you think he'd like that?

I'm sure he would.