Original subtitles

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes

- What's happened? - I think it was a bomb!

- Where? - Down in the basement. Come on, quick!

Anybody here?

Anybody here?

Anybody here?

Anybody here?

Anybody here?

Wake up, guv'nor!

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

- Who the blazes are you? - Unexploded bombs!

- I'm safe. - No, not up there, down below!

Okay, the bomber.

Confounded! When are you going to learn to knock?

How can I knock with a tray of breakfast things in me hands?

What do you think I am, a flipping octopus?

You could cough or something.

- Cough. - Not now, you fool!

For ten years you've been marching in here like a flat-footed air-raid warden.

When are you going to learn that now you're my...

Ham-fisted valet. I know, I know.

- Now come on, upsy-daisy. - No, no, don't fuss, I can get up.

You couldn't get up a raffle without me.

Oh, couldn't I, that's all you know.

Go on, here's your breakfast.

- What's this? - Porridge and hot milk.

That's all you're gonna get till you stop burping around the place.

- Wait a minute, stop what? - Burping.

- I do not burp. - Not much, you don't.

Wouldn't be so bad if you said "pardon" now and again.

- You know how sensitive I am. - You, sensitive.

- Now be careful, will you? - Oh, sorry, guv.

Ready for your letters?

Anything to take my mind off this stuff.

- Oh, if you don't mind. - Eh?

Oh. Sorry, guv.

No!

Oh, here.

This is from the Gambler's Luck leaser.

- The what? - The Gambler's Luck leaser.

That I do.

"Dear Mr. Hilton, I'm enclosing rough draft of the balance sheet for the past year."

I hope this balance is better than my football pools.

Well, the public can't expect to win every time, it wouldn't be any fun for them.

Well, it's not my idea of fun.

It's a fiddle.

- I know, a fiddle. - Hm.

"As you will see, we have made a fairly substantial profit,

though, of course, what with the police with wallet sets...

...and motorbikes these days,

you don't get so much chance to run a game of chance 'cause it's too chancy.

Yours sincerely, James G. Fosdick."

Yes, I'll deal with that pack of lies later.

This is from the Goat in Gaiters. Mr. Mason.

"I'm happy to report that we've been doing good business for you...

...at the Goat in Gaiters lately."

- That's better. - Yeah.

"Cold tea in the whiskey is certainly more profitable than the water in the gin."

You can't stop the march of science, can you, eh?

"Mrs. Mason joins me in hoping that you are well.

Yours faithfully, Cyril Mason."

Good fellow Mason. Reliable. Pity there aren't more like him.

Alright, alright.

This is from Alfie Pearce.

"Dear sir.

Just a line to let you know that all the dogs is all right...

...and have decided to let Windy Wendy win the big race on the 19th of April.

I'm keeping Brutal Bertie off his food to make him even more savage like.

As soon as the traps go up, you make minced meat of the favorite,

leaving Windy Wendie a straight run home."

Here. "I'm telling you this in case you want to do something.

We are both well except that I've got a terrible pain in me guts.

Hoping this finds you as it leaves me at present,

Yours truly, Alfie Pearce."

- When did he say this race is? - Night of 19th of April.

What's the matter with you now?

- That's my birthday. - Is it?

Many happy returns of the day.

Here, this will take that grin off your face.

Family.

- One of the nephews. - Which one?

- The holy one. - Oh, Lord. Well, go on, get on with it.

Well, he's consulted all the nephews and nieces.

They'd like to give you a birthday party, but it should be held in May.

- Why May? - Eh?

Well, because they say April's such a difficult month.

I know why April's a difficult month,

because they want to go away on their holidays.

But I happen to be born in April.

I'm going to be eighty in April.

And no one's going to fog me off with a party in May because it suits them better!

Oh, you do go on.

You haven't got to go just because you had an invite.

Ghastly impertinence! I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll give a party here.

Have you gone crackers?

I said here and I meant here.

I tell you what, Henry, we'll have one of those catering fellows to come along.

But the family can't come in April!

I lay you 7 to 4 they all turn up.

They think there's going to be pickings when I'm gone.

I'll not have have my 80th birthday pushed around!

They want a party, they shall have a party!

But it's going to be in April and here!

Alright, alright, guv'nor, alright!

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

- Just listen to this! - Breakfast ready?

It's from Uncle Simon.

"Uncle Simon requests the pleasure of your company...

...at luncheon on Monday, April 19th,

...to celebrate the occasion of his 80th birthday."

- Very nice too. - "He realizes...

it would have been more convenient for you...

...had he been conceived a month later,

...but refuses to accept any responsibility for this."

Nineteenth? But that's right in the middle of our holiday.

Well, it's deliberate, of course.

And so typical of him.

He's too old to go away anywhere himself and he doesn't want anyone else to.

It's spite, that's what it is.

One must, of course, be charitable...

...and indulge the whims of one so near his mortal end.

And, of course, since in the nature of things...

we're certain to inherit his house and most of his money,

the inconvenience of coming up from Hastings...

...to celebrate what we all feel must be his last birthday,

should be, er... well worthwhile.

But you know how I love Paris at Easter!

Oh, do stop binding. Business is business.

Paris will still be around next year. But Uncle Simon may not.

It's outrageous!

Everybody's made out plans for the Easter holidays and now.

Serves the old beast right if nobody turned up at all.

Let's hope they don't, dear.

All the more for us in the end.

I never thought of that.

As you know, during his lifetime, Uncle Simon,

by dint of his own industry and perseverance,

has gathered unto himself a... a considerable good fortune.

and I for one hope that he will live for many and many more years...

...to enjoy that fortune.

And finally, my dear ones...

- Your crackers, sir. - You keep your opinions to yourself.

- No, sir, your crackers. - Oh, thank you.

As I was saying.

Get on with it, man, get on with it.

Finally, my dear ones...

And finally, my dear ones, I would remind you that we are gathered here...

...not only to celebrate a joyous occasion,

but to give thanks for a long life well spent.

And now I ask you to be upstanding...

...and drink the health of our dear, our very dear, Uncle Simon.

Uncle Simon.

She done it, guv'nor, she done it!

Seven to flipping one!

That's one big shite of fun!

The old man must have won a packet.

I bet it was fixed.

- Speech, dear Uncle Simon, speech. - Come along, Uncle Simon.

To all those who have something better to do than celebrate,

because an old man has lived a darn sight too long...

...for everybody's liking.

Sit down, guv'nor.

Excuse me, is everybody here, please?

Everybody.

Everybody except Miss Clara Hilton.

Aunt Clara, yes, I hadn't noticed.

Isn't it funny?

One never notices whether Clara is anywhere or not.

Mr. Hilton, will you stand up, please?

Yes, yes, I think I can manage, yes, I'm fine...

And everyone else turn and face the camera.

Oh, wait a moment, where's that little girl that slaved for us, did the serving?

Oh, there she is! Come here, my dear.

- Who, me? - No, no, no, come along.

Come on in, it's all right, perfectly safe. Come along, in here.

Right.

Now, still, please.

Quite still.

Exquisite.

All your life you've overindulged.

All my life, what are you talking about?

I haven't had all my life yet.

Time and again I've told you not to eat too much.

Listen, you old quack, I sent for you here to witness my will.

When I want a sermon, I'll send for that sanctimonious nephew of mine.

What do you want?

Who the blazes are you?

This is the lawyer, guv'nor.

- Lawyer? - Yeah, you sent for him.

I sent for Mr. Willis of Willis & Willis.

This is & Willis.

My father's away on holiday, sir.

Ah, perhaps it's just as well, he might not approve.

Steady, guv'nor, steady!

I shan't want you. You can hop it.

Alright, alright.

Do you know enough to draw up a will?

Yes, sir, of course I do.

And mind you, it's nothing to do with this doctor fellow here.

One of these days you're going to indulge yourself a bit too much...

...and that'll be the end.

If you think I'm going to hop it just when you think I should hop it,

you're very much mistaken.

- I shall hop it, I shall hop it when... - You flipping well feel like it.

Exactly. And thank you very much, Henry.

Who could've believed? I bet he appointed you by mistake.

Sorry, I ran out of gas.

Yeah, well I wouldn't stay with them in there. I never heard such a blooming noise.

And him still warm and all. Shall I give them this before or after?

- What is it? - Port, it was his last request.

Give them a glass of port, he says. Well, I met it.

- Very well. - But I don't know what it's gonna be like.

It's been in the flipping cellar for ten years to my knowledge.

Well, go on!

I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting.

Pass around these photographs, will you?

Oh, good, it's the party!

Alright, alright, there's one for every one of you.

Oh, do look, it's very good of you, Arthur.

Oh, how sweet of Uncle Simon!

Well, um, ladies and gentlemen.

So the pudgy little rabbit put on his purple mantle...

...and went into the meadow,

and set out to find the place where the badger brothers lived.

- He hadn't gone far... - Clara.

...when who do you think he saw bounding into the ditch?

Clara!

Oh, oh... I am so sorry. I do apologize.

But it was all right in the end.

As I have unavoidably kept you all waiting, I'll dispense with the preliminaries...,

...and merely read you the will itself.

"To all who attended my 80th birthday,

a mounted photograph to remind them of that occasion."

- Oh, that's very nice. - That's so thoughtful.

"As a token of gratitude to that old reprobate,

my friend and companion, Henry Martin,

the sum of £100, my race glasses,

and my watch."

Oh, Mr. Simon sir, you oughtn't to have done that.

"To my natural daughter, known as Julie Mason..."

- Natural? - Good heavens.

I'm sorry you had to hear that, my dear.

"an annuity of £240...

...to be remitted in payments of £20 a month for life."

Crisp!

So much for the legacies, now for the actual estate.

And quite a considerable estate too, I might say.

"First. My six racing greyhounds,

I leave to the only person who won't race the backsides of them...

...to gain an extra few quid.

My niece Clara Hilton."

- Clara? - Me?

It's ridiculous.

"My controlling interest in the game of chance known as Gambler's Luck...

I leave to the only one of you...

...who I can be sure hasn't had his or her greedy eyes upon it.

my niece Clara Hilton."

But why me?

"The freehold-license premises known as the Goat in Gaiters,

I leave to the only one amongst you who I know won't drink all the profits.

my niece Clara Hilton.

The whole of the residue of my estate,

my property at number 1, Lipton Grove, Paddington,

occupied by Mrs. Gladys Smith and her four girls..."

Who?

"...together with this house you're all cluttering up at the moment,

I leave to the only person who doesn't expect to get it.

my niece Clara Hilton."

But Uncle Simon.

It's preposterous! I shall contest it.

Uncle Simon can't have been in his right mind.

The doctor who witnessed the will...

...stated that he'd never known Mr. Hilton to be saner.

But there are conditions.

"I am leaving all this to my niece Clara...

because she was the only one...

...who was too busy looking after other people to come to my party."

Because what?

"Because she was the only one...

...who was too busy looking after other people to come to my party."

And so I know that I can entrust her...

...to look after the welfare, as I would have done,

of the only living creatures for whom I have any affection.

Namely, Julie Mason,

my dear friend Mrs. Gladys Smith,

my six greyhounds,

and Henry Martin.

Steady, guv'nor!

Practically everything goes to Clara.

Including his capital after payment of death duties.

And after all those beautiful hymns we sang for him.

Now who'd like a nice glass of port?

♫ Sleep and darkness safely brought ♫

♫ Restored to power ♫ ♫ And life and thought ♫

Dear Uncle Simon,

I will do my best...

Oh, Henry!

I didn't know you were going on holiday.

I do hope you'll have a nice time.

How long will you be gone?

For life, miss.

And it's not going to be a holiday.

You mean you're not coming back?

No, miss, never.

But you must, Henry. This is your home as well as mine!

- Uncle Simon... - Look, miss,

I don't fit in here any longer.

I'm a man, see, and you're a woman.

I mean, a lady.

Look, what you need's a nice lady companion who thinks the same as you do,

not the likes of me.

But don't you like working here?

Well, I did, miss, yes, but...

Oh, well, then it'll make me very happy if you'll please remain...

...and carry on exactly as before.

- Exactly, miss? - Exactly.

But I used to put Mr. Simon to bed.

Well...

Well, of course in my case, that wouldn't really be necessary.

No, miss.

Look, miss.

It wouldn't work.

Why not?

Oh, because you're a spinster.

Same as me.

And the neighbors might start talking.

About what?

Well... about you and me.

Well, how perfectly sweet of them.

What would they say?

I'm a man, miss. I'm used to living amongst men.

I don't know anything about women... I mean ladies. At least ladies like you.

- And I'll be a nuisance. - But Henry, you're not a nuisance.

And I need you.

You... you do?

Do you ever pray, Henry?

Oh, not regular, miss.

Sometimes before a big race.

I've been praying so hard for the answer.

The answer to what, miss?

Why Uncle Simon left me things like greyhounds and a public house.

He always was one for a good laugh, miss.

Oh no, Henry, it was more than that.

- It came to me in my prayers. - Go on.

He wanted someone like me,

someone with no ties, no children, no household worries,

who could devote herself to looking after those near and dear to him.

I can see him up there now.

"Clara," he's saying,

"Clara, I trust you to see that they are well and truly cared for."

It's a sacred trust, Henry.

Oh, but how can I deal with greyhounds and a public house?

I know so little about that sort of life.

Gladys Smith, of course, is different.

Yes, I should say she is.

People I can understand, but drinking and racing.

Well, we can't have you haunting saloon bars...

...and going to the dogs all on your own, can we, miss?

Oh, Henry, that's Uncle Simon speaking.

He's saying, "Henry, help her all you can,

You are my sacred trust too."

- Yes. - Henry, you're a dear soul.

Yeah?

Well, I'd better unpack my bag, hadn't I?

Good, Henry, good!

And we'll start tomorrow, shall we, with a lovely drive into the country.

We'll go and visit them at the Goat in Gaiters.

Okay, miss.

I'm going and tip off the Masons.

Thank you, Henry.

Oh, I knew you'd stand by me!

♫ The trivial round, the common task ♫ ♫ Will furnish all we need... ♫

Well, it ain't my fault, Cyril!

I'm what she calls a sacred trust!

- Sacred trust, what's that? - Well don't ask me.

I thought a sacred trust was what a bishop wore to keep his stomach in.

But tomorrow of all days.

We've got four shatter bangs booked already.

Oh, that's done it!

If that lot get pickled and stop doing these bangs,

you'll sell the flipping place before you can say hi to your father.

There's only one hope then.

You'll have to get her in and out of here before we open,

before the shatter bangs arrive.

Okay, I'll do me best.

Hey, don't say I didn't warn you.

Right, good night, cob.

- He has a nice attitude. - I knew things would come home to roost.

How did I know that she was gonna choose tomorrow?

It's not the shatters that I'm worried about.

It's Julie.

If you'd had the decency to leave the girl alone instead of taking liberties,

she'd still be here.

Well, it's just as well she's not here if you ask me.

She'd let things out if she were.

How abut her allowance, for instance?

And what if Miss Hilton wants to know where Julie is?

Oh, don't worry, love.

Leave it to Cyril.

Here, Hodkin.

Oh, what a glorious day.

Uncle Simon must have known how I was longing for fresh air.

The lark of the birds.

- That blackbird's just bursting itself. - He ain't the only one!

For the love of Mike, hurry up, Jim, or we'll never get there before opening time.

I'm doing my best, ain't I?

Come on there, heave!

Can I help, Henry?

You'd never believe what I did to the loudspeaker at the mission.

I could, Miss Clara, indeed I could.

Oh, well done. I can't wait to get to the Goat in Gaiters.

No, neither can I. Here, we'll just about make it.

- Okay to let her down? - Okay.

There. We are gone with the wind.

You said it, Miss Clara, you said it.

Oh, what a charming little hostelry.

And look, Henry, charabancs.

- She's here. - Be with you in a moment.

Keep her out of the bar whatever happens.

Here you are, Miss Clara.

Thank you, Henry.

Welcome, Miss Hilton, delighted to meet you!

Thank you very much. What a pretty house you have here.

Indeed you've made the place quite charming.

Oh, what sounds of gaiety.

Oh, that. That's the boy scouts shouting, isn't it, Mrs. Mason?

- That's right. - Oh, really?

Then I must go in and see them.

I've got a nice cup of coffee all ready for you in the parlor.

How very kind of you, but I should like to see your boy scouts first.

Now look, Miss Clara, there's no hurry.

You don't want the coffee to get cold, now do you?

I made some special cookies for you too.

Oh, in that case we will go in this way.

- Ah, Miss Hilton! - How do you do?

We were so delighted when Henry told us you were coming.

- Weren't we, Maggie? - Delighted.

- How kind of you. - This way, Miss Hilton.

The boy scouts seem to be enjoying themselves.

The what?

Yeah, I was telling Miss Hilton, the boy scouts always have their rallies here.

So you were, Henry.

Well, I must bring my girl guides down from the mission.

In here, Miss Hilton.

I wonder if I might be allowed to wash my hands.

- Rather a dusty drive. - But of course!

This way, Miss Hilton, round the corner, first on the left.

Thank you.

Maggie! Cyril! Quick!

Hey, Cyril, you're gonna get them out of here!

If you'd come down when you said you were coming.

Never mind about that, you've got to get them out.

But look at the business we're doing.

If she sets one foot in that bar, you won't have no business.

You'll be sold up, turned out before you can say, "Time, gentlemen, please".

Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Well, most dear lady, I reckon we'll be there in about three quarters of an hour.

Look, you've got to get your party out of here.

I just got here. I'm not good enough for you or what?

No, it's not that, only I've got my reasons.

If there's one thing I respect, it's one man's reasons.

Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we're leaving in about two minutes.

- We only just got here. - Get ready to leave.

Hello, love. Enjoying yourself?

I'm having a simply splendid time.

- Excuse me, mum. - Oh, I'm so sorry.

- After you. - Thank you so much.

Watch your eyes, mum.

Oh, yes, of course. May I watch?

Certainly, mum.

She's been a long time gone, ain't she? Think she's alright?

She didn't check the drawing room or anything, has she?

I hope not.

Oh, let me see. You wouldn't mind a bitter, would you, luv?

- Oh, no... - Now, now, of course not, swallow!

Swallow?

Here's your ordered cigarette.

It's that lock. I bet it's locked someone up again.

I've been on to Cyril for weeks to get it properly repaired.

- You don't mean to say she's locked in. - She must be.

I'd better go see if she's rapping the door.

Why, I...

Well!

You wouldn't laugh at what I've been through!

Admit it, Mrs. Gringle.

You seem to know all about kids, dear.

Have you got any of your own? - Oh, dear me, no.

That would be much simpler.

It's having to look after other people's that's so puzzling.

You have to find out why they do things.

And then stop them doing it.

Well, it's very interesting to talk.

I get so little time for talking... socially, I mean.

That's what pubs is for, dear.

I suppose so.

You know, I never thought of that.

Yes, but pubs ain't for Petes and Toms.

Come on, girls, come on. Now out you go.

Please, I'm sorry to hurry you, but I got to see that you're on your way.

- I tell you that she ain't there! - You don't think...

- What? - She's got into the bar?

The bar? It's true!

She ain't here.

I know. I bet she's nosing around in my kitchen.

Good. What a nerve.

Here, how about a quick one while we got a chance?

Right.

Goodbye, goodbye, have a good time.

Goodbye, Mrs. Matthews. God bless you all.

Goodbye, God bless you all.

Goodbye, goodbye!

Come on, hurry up or she'll be back from the kitchen!

Alright, alright, I'm doing my...

What's the matter with you now, struck dumb?

Everybody'd think you'd seen a land of butterflies.

Henry!

Oh, do please have this.

You look all of a dither.

Oh, thank you, Miss Clara.

Oh...

Such a charming... troupe.

Well, Mr. Mason, come along.

We mustn't keep your dear wife waiting.

Oh! Quite delicious.

You know, I think I must have been thirsty too.

Here she is, Miss Hilton. I always keep her close by me.

Ah, so this is Julie.

Yeah, this little wretch. After all you've done to her too.

Strange.

How very strange. She doesn't look like that sort of person at all.

- Oh, not even so much as a thank you. - Just packed up her things and opted.

- Without leaving an address? - Just a message on the mirror.

Written in lipstick, mind.

"Don't try to find me, I shall be abroad."

And you treating her as if she was one of your own.

When was this?

- Just about three months ago. - Just after her 21st birthday.

Three months? Did you never tell Mr. Simon?

Henry.

Mr. Simon Hilton was good to us. He trusted us.

He was our friend and benefactor.

He was a sick man and an old man.

Would you have told him?

No, it was best not.

It seems to me you must have three installments...

...of her allowance in the meantime.

Sixty pounds.

I have it here, Miss Hilton.

All ready for her.

Every night we pray she'll send us an address so we can let her have it.

Perhaps you'd better let me keep it then.

I pray night and morning.

You have all of 60 quid. Takes it out of his hand...

...and puts it her bag as calm as you please.

I've never been so embarrassed since I had me appendix out.

- Anybody'd think she didn't trust them. - Well, maybe she doesn't.

Eh? What's good enough for the guv'nor's good enough for her.

Poking her nose in here, there and everywhere.

Always causing trouble.

How do you do, Miss Hilton?

How are you, Charles? Oh, may I call you that?

- Now, where's my bag? - Here you are, Miss.

I'm so glad you've come. There's work to be done.

Here we go again.

I want you to find a missing person.

How can he? She's gone abroad.

She may have and she may not.

But the Masons said so.

Now here's her photograph.

- Her name is Julia... - But this is her!

Of course it's her.

Well, she hasn't gone abroad. I'm dining with her tonight.

- Eh? - Who with, Julia?

- Yes. - Where did you meet her?

- At the funeral. - Oh no, you never! She wasn't there.

No, no, no, not in the church, neither was I.

I met her outside while the service was going on.

Oh, forgive me, Miss Hilton, I did mean to go in....

- What a nerve! - What do you mean?

Whilst we were paying our last respects to Mr. Simon Hilton,

you were outside playing out your father.

I've never heard of such a thing.

What do you think, Miss Hilton?

I think it's absolutely wonderful.

Eh?

Well, to think of these two delightful young people...

...being brought together like that?

Uncle Simon would be so pleased.

Pleased? He must be turning over in his grave like a Catherine wheel.

Oh come, come, Henry. Don't be so starchy.

Is she happy? Has she got a job?

Oh, yes, at the flower shop in Cawloth Road.

Well, if there's nothing more, Miss Hilton...

I wish you'll forgive me, I really must fly.

I quite understand. Tell her I'll be coming round to see her.

- Right. - No, no!

On second thoughts, I don't think you'll want to be talking about me.

Or Simon's will.

I'll introduce myself to her in my own good time.

Yes, Miss Hilton.

It doesn't do to mix business and pleasure.

No, Miss Hilton, I... I mean, um...

Thank you.

- Um, please... - Oh, yes.

A dear boy.

Oh, Henry, what a marvelous stroke of fate.

Stroke? More like a stroke of me hair brush.

- Oh, so you're off too. - No, I was just going to ring the Masons.

Tell them that Julie is alright.

No, we won't unsettle the Masons yet.

I think I'll write them a letter.

After I've had a rest.

Oh.

But don't let that stop you going to your...

...local.

Eh?

- Good morning, Bailey. - Oh, good morning, miss.

How's Mrs. Bailey?

- Much better, thank you. - Oh, good!

That hot water and lemon you recommended...

...did more good than all the doctor's prescriptions put together.

I know. There's nothing like the old-fashioned remedies.

- You're quite right. - Well, give her my best wishes.

I will.

- Good day. - Good morning and thank you.

Henry, it's all arranged.

- What is, miss? - Julie. I found her at the flower shop.

- Aren't they lovely? - Er, yes, miss.

It's early closing tomorrow, so she's coming here to tea.

What for? Hasn't she caused enough trouble already?

To sign the papers for her allowance, of course.

And I shall arrange with Charles to be here as well.

But, Miss Clara,

solicitors have offices for that sort of thing.

They don't have to come knocking on doors like insurance men.

But, Henry, don't you see?

Julie has no idea that Charles is our solicitor.

She'll expect to find some musty-fusty old fogey. And when she arrives...

She'll find Mr. & Willis in all his flipping glory.

Yes. Can't you just see their happy faces?

- Why, what's this letter? - Eh?

It's addressed to Uncle Simon.

Oh, it's an old one. I found it in the desk.

We must have missed it when we cleared it out.

Henry, are you speaking the truth?

Me? Oh, Miss Clara.

Well, I merely asked because this is yesterday's postmark.

- Look. - Eh?

Well, if you must know, it's from the Gambler's Luck leaser.

Yes, I recognize his handwriting.

I didn't think you wanted to be troubled.

It's my duty to be troubled, Henry.

Any letter addressed to Uncle Simon is my concern.

Yes, miss.

Henry.

Hand it over.

Thank you.

"Dear Mr. Hilton.

This is to send you my best respects and to Henry,

who I hope is keeping fairly sober."

Oh, you might like to see him.

"and to tell you...

...that things weren't too good in the north,

but I hope to pick up a packet on the dance."

A packet of what, Henry?

Dough.

Dough on the dance?

It sounds like manna from heaven.

It is, it is!

"If you want to see how things are going,

I'll be at Epsom all the week working close to Mag's Merry-Go-Round.

This is a gift from heaven, Henry!

Yeah, but if you ask me, heaven's getting a bit too generous.

Ring out and order for the car.

We'll go and see the dear man this afternoon.

What? Oh, now, Miss Clara, this is a man's job.

You mustn't get mixed up in that crowd.

You'll cause more trouble than Errol Flynn in an harem.

What nonsense, Henry.

It's Uncle Simon's wish.

I'm in honor bound.

Besides, I quite like Errol Flynn.

Hooray!

Wasn't that exciting, Henry?

- Who won? - Same as usual. Honest flipping Joe.

Look, Henry, look!

There's another merry-go-round.

- Perhaps it's Mag's. - Whose?

Mag's! Where Mr. Fosdick said he'd be playing his gambler's luck.

Come on, let's go and see him.

Now look, there's no hurry to get there, Miss Clara.

Yes there is, yes there is.

Look, you've got all afternoon to get round there.

I can't wait to see Mr. Fosdick, Henry!

- Henry, we know. Baby's Bottle. - Baby's Bottle.

Excuse me, Miss Clara. Do you mind if I go see a man about a dog?

Don't you mean Horse, Henry?

Oh, come on, don't stand there scratching yourselves, who wants to bet?

Fancy anything, lady?

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm simply longing for a nice cup of tea.

- Cup of tea. - Yes, please.

Well, it ain't what it used to be.

People used to come to Epsom to back horses, but not today.

No, today they come to Epsom for cups of tea.

Ten pounds and two two on House of Ferry.

Two pounds... seven-three... Alright, seven...

Excuse me, sir, you're a bookmaker, I presume.

That's right, lady.

May I shake you by the hand?

- How do you do? - How do you do?

I've often read about bookmakers, but I've never actually met one before.

I hope I don't disappoint you, lady.

On the contrary, you interest me very much.

I'm so pleased.

- Twenty pound ten on Charlie Boy. - Twenty pound ten on Charlie Boy.

Alright, three to one forward, three to one forward!

Do you enjoy your work?

- I used to, lady. - Oh!

Seven to four the pay!

Fifty pounds for Charlie Boy, seven to seven.

Fiver, Baby's Bottle.

Forty pounds to five, Baby's Bottle, seven to eight.

Why all the secrecy, mate, aren't you over 21 or something?

I'm with an old lady who don't approve of betting.

- Well, why didn't you leave her at home? - She brought me here!

- She brought me here! - Ten quid Hellzappopin!

Ten pounds on Hellzappopin, seven to nine.

No, lady, each way doesn't mean they have to run there and back.

It means if your horse comes second or third, you still get paid something.

But even if he doesn't win? That seems exceedingly generous.

Lady, we're too soft-hearted for this wicked greedy world.

- Now do me a favor. - Yes?

Do you wanna get on or don't you?

What, on that? Can I?

Oh, yes, help me up.

Thank you. How terribly kind of you.

I can see much better from up here.

- Miss Clara! - Yes, Henry?

- What are you doing up there? - Well, this kind gentleman...

Is this yours? Get her out of there before I call the cops.

- Alright, but... - Get her out of here!

I've only got to leave you for a minute and you go and get in a horrible mess!

It's so new, so interesting.

Oh, dear me, Mr. Fosdick. We've got to find Mr. Fosdick.

Mr. Fosdick, yes...

Oh, look, Henry, what gorgeous feathers.

That's Prince Malalowi.

- A prince? - Yes.

How wonderfully democratic!

You don't want anything to do with him, Miss Clara, now.

Yes, I must pay my respects.

I've got a horse! I've got a horse!

How exciting for you, Your Highness. What's it called?

Here you are, ladies and gentlemen! Here's a very clever patron...

...who comes to me to gather genuine information.

Black man for luck, white woman for pot.

Half a pound, my lady.

Oh, what a perfectly splendid example for us all.

A prince of royal blood collecting for charity.

There you are, Your Highness.

I've got a horse! I've got a horse!

Oh, what a beautiful name! Golden Sunset.

You had a horse, you had a horse.

I had a horse!

Oh, Henry, look. Mag's Merry-Go-Round.

They must be here somewhere.

Look, Miss Clara, you've caused enough trouble already.

Please, please forget it.

But it must be somewhere, Henry. It can't just disappear into thin air.

- You don't know Gambler's Luck. - Gambler's Luck!

- Did you hear that, Henry? - No.

Gambler's Luck! Our prayers are answered.

Our prayers? You speak for yourself, Miss Clara.

We're on the right track.

And ladies and gentlemen, Fancy Robbin is the winner!

Now who is lucky Fancy Robbin?

I am, and I don't want any cracks out of you.

And the very best of good luck to you, sir, the very best of good luck to you.

Cigarettes!

Cigarettes it is! Everybody chooses their own prize on this stall.

Thank you very much. Now, who's ready for the next turn of the wheel?

Here we go! This game is so simple that even a kiddy can win.

One wheel flowers, the other wheel birdies.

Birds and flowers, quite charming.

How Uncle Simon must have loved it.

Thank you, sir. And the very best of good luck to you, and the very best...

I beg your pardon, madam, I beg your pardon.

Rose Sparrow is the lucky winner, now who is the lucky holder of Rose Sparrow?

No one? Oh, how very unfortunate.

Don't go away friends. Once more we have another turn of the lucky wheel.

Here we go! A shilling a go it is. Thank you, sir, thank you very much.

Such a very clever game.

Now, you've seen enough of it now, Miss Clara, come on.

- One moment. - Thank you madam,

the very best of good luck to you and to you, sir.

- How do you do? - How do you do, madam, one shilling it is.

I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you.

Oh, you don't say. One shilling. Thank you very much.

Uncle Simon's dead, you know.

- So is my grandmother. - I told you he' be rude to you, Miss Clara.

- I'm the owner of your pretty game. - And I'm Little Red Riding Hood.

- Thank you very much indeed. - But my name is Clara Hilton.

Now look, lady, I'm a very patient man, but don't drag me too far.

Now get out of here before there's any trouble.

Thank you, sir, I...

- Hilton? Hilton? - Yes, Hilton.

- It's true. - Henry!

Oh, Miss Hilton, welcome, welcome, Miss Hilton.

Yes, how nice to meet you. Now, tell me, that nice little pedal you pressed...

And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's only a shilling a go.

All you have to do is buy one ticket.

Um, Miss Hilton, how would you like to take a turn of the wheel just to bring us luck?

- I'd simply love it! - Oh, you would?

- No, Miss Clara, no, no! - There you are, Miss Hilton.

It's all yours.

No! Miss Clara, no!

- Oh, please, Miss Clara! - Come along, ladies and gents.

Try your luck with birds and flowers.

- Recognize her? - You know me.

- Go down the back. - Very good, sir.

Come on.

It's splendid, what.

Now come along, ladies and gentlemen, who is for a turn of the lucky wheel?

Just in time, gentlemen. Only a shilling.

Only a shilling a go.

Come along, Henry, take their money.

Coppers.

Sorry, officer, too late this time, I'm afraid.

Rose Sparrow again! Isn't that a coincidence?

Come along, come along, who's got Rose Sparrow?

Well,a ask them, Henry!

Okay, take them off.

We need that as evidence.

Please, don't, please... pardon me...

Hey! Hear, hear that? Baby's Bottle! I've got £45 to come!

You've got 14 days to come.

Miss Clara, did you hear that? £45!

Baby's Bottle's done it!

Here, listen! Here!

I got two, officer, see? 76. See, 76!

You upset the Masons. You nearly started a riot at Epsom.

There's the little matter of the winner to attend to at 10:30.

And if it hadn't been for some smart talk on the part of & Willis here,

we should all be in jail for the next six months.

Oh, yes, Henry, I admit. The climax was most unfortunate.

Yes.

But the police could hardly be blamed, could they,

for jumping to wrong conclusions.

I think we were very lucky, miss, not to have...

Henry, please.

Shall we have the cake stand over here?

Yes, miss.

You know, I don't think Mr. Fosdick can lead a very happy life.

I do wish I could find some use for him in our world.

Oh, if only I had the strength.

Look, miss, at your time of life, you ought to be taking things more quiet like.

- Don't you agree, Mr. Willis? - Well, if there's anything I can do...

by visiting some of the other beneficiaries for you, I...

Ah, now you're talking.

Well, there are only the dear dogs left now.

- Look, miss, if you don't... - Oh, and...

But you don't know anything about dogs.

Why don't yet let Mr. Willis and I do it for you?

I'm very fond of dogs. No, thank you, Henry.

Thank you, both of you.

But Uncle Simon put his trust in me.

He's depending on me.

Mr. Simon ain't depending on anybody, he's dead!

Of course he isn't dead, Henry.

He ain't? Who did we lay six feet under the ground?

Julius Caesar?

Uncle Simon is living because he expressed a wish...

...and that wish is alive in us, in our consciences.

If we kill it, then he is dead indeed.

And no six feet could ever give him rest.

She fair gives me the willies down again, I tell you.

There's Julie.

- I'll let her in. - No, no!

You go, Henry.

- Oh, please. - Thank you.

I'm keeping you as a surprise.

Good evening, I'm Julie Mason. Is Miss Hilton in?

She is.

Don't even recognize me now, eh?

Why, it's Henry, I'm so sorry, it's been such a long time. How are you?

I'd feel a lot better if you hadn't gone around causing trouble for everyone.

She's upstairs.

I tell you, poor Mr. and Mrs. Mason. After all the things they've done for you.

Oh, listen, Henry, I can explain.

That night before I left them...

- Hello, Miss Hilton. - Julie, dear, I'm so glad you've come.

- You know Henry, of course. - Oh, yes, Henry and I are old friends.

Friends?

I've got no time for people that bites the hands that feeds them.

Henry, Henry!

It's just that I've been putting a rather unfair burden on him.

But we'll soon clear things up.

Our solicitor's here to do that now.

And I think you'll find that you may place every confidence in him.

Julie, this is our solicitor.

Hello, Julie!

Good evening.

- So this is your solicitor. - Rather.

Yes, isn't it splendid?

And he knows all about the will?

- Who my father was? - Of course. And he wants you to sign it.

To show that you understand and agree.

"This being the last will and testament of Simon Hilton..."

Perhaps, Charles, that part is already understood.

Oh.

"To Julie Mason, my natural daughter,

- Where do I sign? - Hey, just a minute!

Pen, please.

- Here? - Yes.

Thank you very much, Miss Hilton.

I had hoped you'd stay to tea.

I'm afraid I have another appointment.

- I'm sorry. - I too am sorry.

- But, Julie, wait a minute, you haven't... - There you are! Didn't I warn you?

- What about? - The way she treated the Masons.

Now now, Henry.

Perhaps, Charles, you also have another appointment.

Thank you, Miss Hilton, I have indeed!

Juts like the start of a dog race, innit?

Oh, dear.

- And such a nice tea. - Yeah.

At least we know they're in love.

Eh?

Everything matters so much at that age.

Love? Here! You got to stop it, Miss Hilton!

She's a girl of character, Henry.

Yeah, real bad character if you ask me.

And she'll make him an excellent wife.

If she's a good example of an excellent wife,

thank goodness I'm a flippin' bachelor!

- Come on, I'll drive you home. -No, thank you, I'm going by bus

You're doing nothing of the sort, you're coming in the car, no nonsense!

- Is that a promise? - What?

- No nonsense? - Oh, for the love of Pete!

You know, if you're going to adopt this fantastic attitude...

...every time a man tries to kiss you good night,

you're going to end up with a couple of battery cars and a cat.

And from the look of things, it won't even be a tomcat.

Well, I done me best to put her off! I've told her the dogs are fit...

...and winning the flipping race.

But they haven't won a race for months, not on the level.

But you got to do something, Alfie, she owns them now!

You've got to convince her that they're full of beans, and run like the wind.

With the wind?

No, not with the wind! Like!

Yeah. And listen.

If she's not satisfied, you'll lose them quicker than you'll lose your reputation.

And another thing. She doesn't approve of betting,

so I told her that you're running them for honor and glory.

- Who are they? - Trophies!

Oh, trophies. You mean cups and things.

Alright, if you say so.

Here, here! Make 'em big ones!

Okay, Henry, leave it to me.

Right, good night, cob.

Put your coat on, Lily, we're going out.

- Where to? - To the sports club.

To borrow some cups.

- We're having a party? - Yes.

Tomorrow. An interfering party.

Well, what an impressive sight.

So Uncle Simon's dogs won all these?

He must have been very proud.

Your uncle thought more of his dogs, Miss Hilton, than he did of himself.

I can remember him saying now with tears in his eyes,

"Alfie," he says,

"you don't know what a treat it is to have the fastest bitch in England."

Yes.

Well, you must both be great animal lovers too.

Love them like children.

- Don't we, mother? - Yes.

Sometimes it's only their tails...

...that stops us looking on them as our own kids and kin.

How touching.

Would you like to go see the dogs now, Miss Clara?

Yes, Henry, indeed I would.

The missus now will be along in a minute. We're just getting their dinners ready.

What is that?

- Some nice soup? - No, it's awful.

Yes, well, it smells rather awful, if I may be allowed to say so.

That way, Miss Hilton.

- Keep her away from Brutal Bertie. - Brutal Bertie.

The one we keep to savage the favorites.

- But of course! - Might nip her fingers off.

Here we are, Miss Clara.

- So these are the dear dogs. - That's it.

As I was telling you in the car, they're almost human.

Yeah, you gotta use this, um... this psychologicky.

What is that, a patent food?

What? Oh, no, no, you gotta get them to like you.

You know, use your loaf.

- Give them plenty of bread. - Uh... bread.

I must be getting too technical. Hello, Hot Stuff!

Yeah, there's a lovely dog for you, eh? Look at it!

- He'll look happier now. - Well, of course he's happy.

You don't expect they can win all them cups and not be happy.

- Hello, beautiful. How are you? - Here, boy.

Here, what's that, are you giving him? Here, what's this?

Chocolate. I got a piece for each of them.

Oh, you mustn't give them that, they're in training.

Yeah, chocolate is almost as bad as bangers and meat pies.

- Bangers? - Yeah. Bangers, sausages.

That's what you give them when you want them to lose.

What did I tell you, easy as falling off a log.

No, don't you lay it on too thick.

I got a feeling she's a bit more sly than she looks.

Oh, I'd like to see her get the better of me.

Come on, hurry up with that grub.

Well, this one doesn't look too well either.

Oh, he's alright. Lovely hunk of canine, that is.

You know, that was the winner of the...

Here, here, Miss Clara, this way.

Henry, I don't think this dog is well.

He's alright, I tell you. Look, he's lying there as happy as Sam Boy.

I promised Uncle Simon.

Henry, do go in and see.

- Who me? - Just to make sure.

What do you want me to do, feel his pulse?

Just to please me, you know so much about dogs and I know so little.

Brutal... Brutal.

I think you're offending him, Henry.

Try calling him Bertie.

Bertie.

Bertie! Bertie!

- What is that, Henry? - Yes.

- He can't be well. - No.

Well, you'd better tell Mr. Pearce.

- Good idea. - Yes.

Now then, boy.

Now don't forget to take it easy.

- Trust me... - Oh, look out!

Quick, Alfie, quick! It... it's Brutal Bertie.

- What's he done? - He's gone berserk!

Leave it to me!

I know how to handle that creature.

Bertie. Fancy calling you brutal.

There's a good boy.

It's all right, Henry, I think he was just a little lonely.

There, dear boy. I must go now.

Come now. See you again soon, Bertie.

Good good dog.

Oh... what's that, Mr. Pearce?

Oh, just a precautionary measure, Miss Hilton.

I quite understand.

But I'm not sure the dog would.

Still, on the whole I think they're very well kept.

I thought you'd think so.

Oh, I'd like to do you!

So you're Haymaker. You're a lovely fellow.

Hello, what's this? Not a sore, I hope.

Oh, no, no, no, Miss, just a birthmark.

Oh, a birthmark is it?

Down, Haymaker, down, down, boy.

I told you, Miss Hilton, happy as a Sam Boy.

He can't wait to get off of that hair.

I'll have to let him have his run on Saturday.

So are you going to win another lovely cup, Haymaker?

It's in the bag, miss.

One of Mr. Simon's favorites, he was.

And I'm quite sure Uncle Simon would want me to watch his triumph.

See you on Saturday again, Haymaker.

And mind you win.

I told you not to lay it on too thick.

The dog's never won a race in his life.

- Blimey! - Leave it to me.

I'm sorry I dashed out like that before you'd finished with all your papers.

Was there anything else to sign?

Oh, nothing.

Just tell me the name of the bank you want your allowance sent to.

I haven't got a bank.

Didn't you bank any of the allowances you had up till Simon's death?

What allowance?

The money that Simon sent to Mason to pay you.

I might have guessed.

You mean you never saw it?

Not a penny.

Waiter, the bill, please.

- Well? - What's the matter?

- Come on. - Where are we going?

To call on Aunt Clara.

Oh, dear.

What a nerve!

Pocketing Miss Julie's money with one hand and making a bar setup with the other.

After the things I said about you, miss, ???

- Oh, that's all right, Henry. - The sooner we see the Mason's the better.

Oh, you won't see them again.

Once they see Miss Clara's letter saying we found Julie,

they'll be off like a pack of lions.

You know, Henry, I don't believe I posted that letter.

Eh?

Come to think of it, I don't believe I even wrote it.

You never wrote it?

- Well, I'm off. - Oh no, you ain't, not without me you ain't.

Now listen, Henry, this is my affair. Julie's my girl

And I did for her dad, that makes it my affair.

Well, actually, Julie is my concern.

It was Uncle Simon's wish that I look after her.

Mightn't we all go? It's a lovely night for a drive.

A splendid suggestion, my dear.

I'll go and get my cape and hat.

But remember, Charles, no violence.

We must all be perfectly calm.

And allow the Masons to have their say.

- Here's yours, Charlie. - Alright, okay.

- Here's yours, Guv. - Thank you, Jim.

Why, it's Henry! How nice to see you.

Maggie, it's Henry.

Hello, Henry!

What are you going to have? It's on the house.

So's the flipping roof, but I'm not gonna guarantee for how long.

Henry, Henry.

Miss Hilton! This is indeed a pleasure.

Well, this is a surprise.

We were only saying this morning, weren't we, dear?

Julie!

Darling, I...

Henry.

It's our own little Julie, Cyril, come home to us.

Yes, we thought we'd lost her.

You must be very happy.

- We are, terribly happy. - Yeah, terribly.

Yeah, and relieved, believe me, Miss Hilton, you've no idea.

We've every idea.

Mr. Mason, I'd like a word with you in private.

Certainly! Come through here.

- Hadn't I better go too? - No, duchess, you serve the drinks.

On the house, Cyril said.

- What'll you have, Julie? - A gin and tonic.

Gin and tonic.

How about you, Miss Clara?

Well, I'd like a nice glass of port.

A nice glass of port.

A gin and tonic, a glass of port, and a black and tan.

I see. You didn't let her have her allowance...

...because you thought it would be bad for her to have money.

That's it. Girls like her have to have every temptation put out of their way.

Just like her father, she was.

No morals.

Why, she might have ended up on the streets.

What's that?

Termites with their boots on.

I trust Charles is not resorting to violence.

I tell you she was a proper bad lot.

She was always going out...

There's nothing like a nice wallop.

♫ Two lovely black eyes, ♫

♫ Oh what a surprise ♫

♫ Only for telling a man he was wrong ♫

♫ Two lovely black eyes ♫

Come in, Henry.

I gotta hand it to you.

You read the form book better than I did.

About Julie, I mean.

Clever old stick sometimes, aren't you?

Well, I like to think it was Uncle Simon guiding me to what is best for Julie.

Oh, there you go giving me the willies again.

Now look here. You can have a nice day in bed tomorrow.

I'm gonna bring you up your breakfast, luncheon, nice hot sausages.

Henry, that will be lovely.

- You mean you will? - Yes.

- I need the rest. - Oh, what a change.

Seeing sense at last, eh?

Because I must be at my best in the evening.

Don't say we're going on flipping night shifts now.

Well, you know it's the concert for the children's holidays.

Oh, Henry, I do hope people will try and be a little more generous this time...

...and forget their silly taxation.

It's such a good cause.

Look, trying to get anybody to cough up for charity these days...

...is like trying to get a Russian choir to sing God Bless America.

Oh, I do love your little jokes.

Still, we are up against it, Henry.

You know the whist drive only showed a profit of 8 shillings and fourpence.

- Is that all? - Hm.

Still, I'm not going to worry.

My prayers have been answered before.

And I think they will be again.

Yeah? I shouldn't be surprised if they were.

Good night, Miss Clara.

Good night, Henry.

Bravo, Stapley, bravo!

Your Worship, the mayor, Lady Mayoress,

ladies and gentlemen, the last most generous contribution...

...almost concludes our little concert this evening,

which, as you know, is in aid of our children's holiday fund.

As I am sure you must all remember the childhood delights...

...of making sand castles, splashing one another in the briny,

and playing leapfrog in the beach.

I'm going to ask the children to give you one last song...

...while my dear friend Henry Martin makes the collection.

Please, dear people, please give generously...

so that these children may also enjoy...

...a holiday by the seaside.

♫ Oh, we do like being by the seaside! ♫

♫ We do like to be beside the sea! ♫

♫ Oh we do like to stroll along ♫ ♫ The Prom, Prom, Prom! ♫

♫ Where the brass bands play ♫ ♫ Tiddely-om-pom-pom! ♫

♫ So just let me be beside the seaside! ♫

Don't you strain yourself, will ya?

- Is that all? - That's all, doc.

This lot weren't born, they were quarried.

Thank you very much, doc.

Well done, children, well done.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen...

...for your kind generosity.

- Good night, Mr. Mayor. - Good night, Miss Hilton.

Good night.

Good night, Mrs. Parkington, thank you for coming.

- Good night, Miss Hilton. - Good night.

Here you are, Miss Clara.

Now, Miss Hilton,

you've been doing far too much lately.

Oh, never mind about me, doctor, it's the poor children.

How are we going to get through the holidays?

They've got plenty of time for holidays, you haven't.

But I'd so hoped that my prayers would be answered.

Now listen folks, listen!

Now look.

Everybody likes a game.

You don't have to go to Monte Carlo to get it!

You can have it here and right now!

And don't forget...

...that it's all in aid of the children's holiday fund!

So come up and bet your fancy on Gambler's Luck!

Alright, lights! Off you go, Freddie, it's all yours!

Roll on, Freddie, it's all yours!

- Watch your step, please. - Rose Sparrow!

Nobody has Rose Sparrow? Never heard it before!

Thank you, ma'am, thank you!

Henry! Dear Henry!

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another Saturday afternoon's greyhounds racing.

The first race will be starting shortly. Thank you.

Oh, what an animated scene, Henry.

And what a perfectly sweet idea...

...putting the dogs in different-colored jackets.

So much prettier, isn't it?

It's nothing to do with their personal beauty, Miss Clara.

Look, Henry, a bunny!

- A what? - A bunny rabbit. Look, what's that for?

That's not a rabbit, Miss Clara, that's an electric hare!

Oh, it isn't a hare, Henry. A hare is a much bigger animal altogether.

It's hind legs are much longer for one thing.

And a hare gives great leaps in the air.

- Give me those, please. What?

Let me look.

Oh, no, that's definitely a bunny, Henry. Look at it's little short legs.

And it's small ears.

A hare, you know, has extraordinarily long ears.

Come on, number 5, give it all you got, boy, give it all you got!

Everything you got! Go on, go on! Ah!!!

- Sorry, Miss Clara. - Why?

"The dogs of first race. Bert, number 1..."

Is that all, Henry? I hardly saw the dogs.

That's all, Miss Clara. Haymaker's in the next race.

Sausage rolls, hot dogs, hot dogs! Hot dog, lady?

Just what I want, let me have some, please.

- Feeling hungry, Miss Clara? - No, they're for Haymaker.

He simply adores sausages.

Well, don't you give them before the race,

otherwise he'll run like a middle-aged fan dancer.

Or behind, eh?

Come on.

Sausage rolls, hot dogs, oh they're lovely!

Why you want to enter a dog like Haymaker beats me.

Funny things happen in dog racing.

But not blooming miracles. Sergeant Saddle skated.

Everything's on ice these days, Miss Clara.

Hello, Henry. Hello, Miss Hilton.

Good day, Mr. Pearce.

What's its chances?

When my dogs run, chance doesn't enter into it.

Hi, dear. He looks very trim and beautiful.

You know, Miss Hilton, as his owner you ought to be walking him around.

- May I? - Bring him luck.

- Just keep him on the move. - Yes, we'll go for a stroll. Come on, boy.

Come along, Haymaker.

Shh!

What do you mean chance doesn't enter into it?

Wait a minute.

You know me, you know your aunt Clara.

Hello.

Where's your birthmark?

You and I are in a mess now. Haymaker will never do it.

- It's not Haymaker, it's Crusader. - Eh?

The one that won the Hampshire Derby last week.

Hold it, hold it, hold it!

- Blimey! - I switched them the night before last.

- You're a marvel. - Never know the difference, would you?

There's a lovely tidbit.

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five.

Twenty-five quid? Blimey!

You do the same, Henry lad, and we'll both be accepted in society.

If we are rumbled we'll be prisoners in any society.

"Here is our last post concerning the next race."

In addition to the prize money,

a handsome silver cup has been awarded by an anonymous donor.

And how much did that cost you?

On the nod. It'll be back in the pawn shop by this evening.

Oh, you think of everything, don't you?

Leave it to your uncle Alfie. He knows what he's doing.

Come along, boy. On with your binder.

You're going into action now.

There you are.

- Oh, is he quite happy, Miss Hilton? - Oh, he's blissfully happy, Mr. Pearce.

- And how about you? - Never felt better, have we, Henry?

Oh, never, Miss Clara, never.

Well, I think I'd better take him now. They'll be parading soon.

Come along now, Haymaker.

- So long, miss, so long. - So long.

See you at the Ritz.

We'll have a pint out of that nice big cup, eh?

Well... yes, come along, Miss Clara. This way.

Now, I'm sure you'd like to go see the parade, Miss Clara.

Yes, I would. Oh, talking of parades, Henry,

that man thinks his military dog will win.

Military dog?

- Oh, you mean Sergeant Sam! - Yes.

Oh, you mustn't believe all you hear about sergeants, Miss Clara.

- No, perhaps not. - Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll see you in the stand.

Where are you off to now, Henry?

To see a man about a horse?

Here you are! Fifty pounds on Haymaker!

- All on Haymaker? - the whole flipping lot.

Ten fifties Haymaker, one-five-one.

Tada.

Haymaker. There's one born every minute.

- Two pounds on Champ. - Two pounds for the two on the Champ.

Hello, Lily. I put the lot on ???

Hey, where's Miss Hilton?

I don't know, I thought she was here.

I hope she isn't up to nothing.

Here she is. Oh, you're out of breath.

Which race were you in?

I don't know. I think it must be the excitement.

Well, it all affects us differently, dunnit, eh?

Look, there's Alfie, putting Haymaker in the trap, see?

Yes.

See what I mean, Henry? Definitely a bunny.

Haymaker's there! He's in the lead, look!

Go, attaboy! Two lengths!

He's already won three cups and running for the fourth.

Hey, now you, Miss Clara, have a look! Come on!

Stick it, stick it!

It's definitely a bunny, Henry. Look at those legs.

He's fighting, he's fighting!

Come on, give it all you got, all you got. Go on, Haymaker!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

"Result of second race."

"First number 5."

Did he win, Henry?

Mrs. Pearce, can you tell me who won?

Number 5, Sergeant Sam.

Thank you very much.

Look what's coming.

Something went wrong.

Leave it to Uncle Alfie!

Fifty quid down the drain.

And another twenty to pay out on that perishing cup.

Hey, hey, hey.

32, 34, 36, 38...

Now I've seen the lot.

Come in.

I suppose Alfie's had his chips now.

Well, I should think so, Henry.

It's well past suppertime.

Oh, I didn't mean that.

I mean, he's lost his job.

You'll be taking the dogs away from him.

- Why should I? - Wha...

What do you mean, why should you?

Well, admittedly, it was a little deceitful of Mr. Pearce...

...changing the dog's round like that.

But he only did it to impress me.

Because he loved the dogs so much and he wanted to keep them.

I think we'll say no more about it.

What... you mean you're gonna let him carry on training the dogs?

Yes.

I think he'll be an honest trainer from now on.

You bet he will.

I don't meet many like you, Miss Clara.

Well, that's as well.

We don't want too many pernickety old sticklers like me hanging about.

Oh-ho, don't you believe it.

The world could do with a lot more Aunt Claras.

Thank you, Henry.

Good night, miss.

Oh, Henry, I was almost forgetting.

How much did you lose on Haymaker?

Me, miss? I never had a bet, miss.

Was it all of Uncle Simon's legacy?

Fairest chop, miss.

I don't think he'd have liked you to do that.

- Would he? - No.

No, I suppose he wouldn't, miss.

Just a minute, Henry.

Come back here.

Take that.

What's this, miss?

Well, open it and see.

No, you can't do this, miss, I can't take it.

I lost me bet and that's that.

If it hadn't been for me, you'd have won it.

I know, miss, but I didn't deserve to win.

Well, neither did I.

So I have no more right to the money than you have.

Oh, please take it, Henry.

But look, there's too much here, miss.

Well, what's over is for Alfie Pearce.

That cup must have been quite expensive.

You mean... you mean you knew about that too?

Mr. Pearce rather gave himself away with the cups in his house.

Even I know that dogs don't win the 100-yards backstroke.

No, miss.

Well, you'd better hurry, Henry, or you'll be too late for your tan and black.

Not tan and black, miss, black and tan.

Well, I don't want you to miss it.

- Off you go. - Thank you, miss.

Good night, Henry.

Good night, Miss Clara.

Little old friend.

We are both rather worn out.

Mrs. Gladys Smith?

Yes.

May I come in and talk to you?

- Well... - I'm Mr. Simon Hilton's niece.

And he left everything to me.

You?

Oh, forgive me, dear.

I don't mean to be rude.

I just can't help it.

I'm so sorry, dear.

I always was one to laugh at the wrong place.

That's what your uncle liked about me.

Well, I'm sure there must have been other things he liked as well.

There were.

- Come on in. - Thank you.

The old souse. She must have nipped off to the mission when me back was turned.

On a day like this too.

So I think I've got everything settled now.

I'll have to make a change or two at the Goat in Gaiters.

But I believe that the dogs will be happy with Mr. Pearce.

What about Gambler's Luck?

Well, I've left that with Mr. Fosdick.

I don't approve of gambling, of course.

But now that he's going to send half of his profits to the children's holiday fund,

it makes...

Oh, dear.

I suppose that's funny too.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear.

So that only leaves you.

And I've left you to the last, I'm afraid.

Rather naughty of me, it sounds.

But Henry would keep putting me off, I don't know why.

He didn't seem to want me to come her.

No?

I'm alright.

Yes, that's what Henry says.

But Uncle Simon wished that you be adequately provided for.

Do you use all this house?

Or let part of it?

There are four rooms let.

Cheerio, Gladdy, dear. Lovely weather for it, I don't think.

Oh, sorry, I'm sure. I didn't know you had company.

Come in, Dorrie, dear.

I'd like you to meet Miss Hilton.

How are you, my dear?

You must be one of the girls my uncle was so interested in.

Interested? That's a new one.

Oh, well, bye-bye, Miss Hilton.

- Bye-bye, Gladys. - Bye-bye, Dollie.

Dorrie's not at all young, is she?

Neither are the other three.

Raining hard than ever.

They can't go on doing...

What they do...

...for much longer, can they?

Couldn't they find some other kind of...

- Well... - Such as?

Laundry work.

They're not the domesticated type.

Oh, don't think I've come to interfere.

Please come back here.

I'm going to tell you something I haven't told anybody else.

I know.

You've got to get things settled.

That's it, isn't it?

How did you know?

By the look in your eyes.

An operation?

I rather think it's too late for that.

Well, don't you worry about me and the girls.

That's my headache.

What you need's a tot of brandy.

Then I'll ring for a taxi and send you home.

Thank you so much.

You have a heart of gold.

Shh. She's not too good.

She looks all in.

Who's there?

It's Mr. Charles and Miss Julie.

Bring them in.

You didn't tell me. Oh, isn't it lovely?

Uncle Simon would be so pleased.

So very pleased.

Charles, dear.

You will take care of her, won't you?

I'll do my best, Aunt Clara.

Thank you, dear.

I think this calls for some sort of celebration, don't you, Miss Clara?

Yes, Henry, what a splendid idea.

Take them around to our local.

Our local.

Our local, Henry.

And Charles, dear, deal with that for me, will you?

- Yes, of course. - Tomorrow will do.

Bless you, Julie.

God bless you both.

You've made me so very happy.

Good night, Aunt Clara.

Good night, darling.

- Good night, Aunt Clara. - Good night, Charles.

Good night, Henry.

Good night, Miss Clara.

I've done my best, dear Uncle Simon.

Your sweet Julie and that nice Charles.

I think they'll be very happy.

Gladys Smith and her girls...

...won't have to go out on the rain anymore.

They'll be warm and comfy now.

Mr. and Mrs. Pearce, I know,

will take good care of the dear dogs.

They'll find that honesty pays in the long run.

And I'm sure Mr. Fosdick will feel far happier.

Now that Gambler's Luck is paying for the children's holiday fund.

You could knock me down when he said she'd gone.

Well, the doctor said she knew she hadn't got long to live.

Yeah, that's why she never let out.

She wanted to carry out his wishes before she was took.

And never complained.

Never thought of herself.

Hm...

There's one thing I'm glad about. That she never got around to seeing Gladys Smith.

That really would have upset the poor old soul.

But she did see her.

What? When?

I don't know when, but she'd seen her all right.

But she never told me.

Perhaps she thought you didn't approve of Miss Smith.

- Well, don't tell me she approved of her. - She must have found some good in her,

because she's left her the house in Lipton Grove,

and some money for the benefit of four ladies whose names I've forgotten.

- Not Dorris, Rose and Eunice and... - Yes, that's right. Now who are they?

Blimey!

What a pity the world ain't run by Aunt Claras.

Hm, I must be off.

I've got to make the arrangements.

She's left you the Goat in Gaiters.

Me?

Ah, me...

- You... you don't think... - What's on your mind, Henry?

Eh?

Well, I was just thinking.

- That money I lost at the dog track. - Hm-hmm.

- She paid me back. - Well, what about it?

Well, you don't think it would be sort of wrong to...

Pay for a monument with it?

I can't think of anything she'd like more.

- Yeah. - Yes, something...

Quite plain and simple.

- Simple. - Hm-hmm.

Simple? Here, this is gonna be posh!

Marble. Ten feet high.

An angel on the top.

Yeah, with great big flipping wings!

Cheerio!

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes