All language subtitles for A Handful of Dust DIMEPICE 720

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[flies buzzing]

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- Did you have breakfast?

- Twice.

Two breakfasts.

But I couldn't eat them.

Why are you dressed like that?

- I was cold.

- You should come in.

The water's perfect.

- You've not been well.

- I know.

But I'm feeling much better now.

Are you in love?

- Yes, I think so.

[bird cawing]

- [Ben] Come here, come here,
come on.

That's it.

Use your bloody legs

Remember what I told
you yesterday.

Keep her going.

That's right.

You don't want to come up
on your bloody ass, do you?

Come on.

That's right.

Roll your knees in, son.

That's good.

Keep on going, boy.

Keep on going.

- Well?

- Kiss.

- Anything interesting?

- No.

Mama wants nanny to send
John's measurements.

She's knitting something
for Christmas.

And the mayor wants me to
open something next month.

I needn't, need I?

- I think you should.

You haven't done anything
for him for a long time.

- And Angela says, "Will
we stay for the new year?"

[chuckling]

- That's easy.

Not on her life, we won't.

- Darling, don't be cross.

I know we aren't going.

I just thought it might
be fun to eat

someone else's food for a bit,
that's all.

- Was anyone hurt?

- No one, I'm thankful to say.

Except two housemaids who
lost their heads

and jumped through a glass
roof into the main court.

There was no danger.

The fire never reached
the bedrooms, I'm afraid.

Still, they're bound to
need doing up.

Everything black with smoke

and drenched with water.

Luckily, they have that
old-fashioned sort of

extinguisher which
ruins everything.

- Thank you, momsy.

- I must get on to them
this morning.

Before that ghoul, Mrs.
Shutter, snaps them up.

John, are you out for lunch?

- I'm not sure, nobody's rung.

There's always Mrs.
Tippin, she might ask me.

- [Brenda] Tony, I don't
believe you are listening.

- Well, to tell you the
truth I was just thinking.

- Oh.

- I was just thinking
how delightful

it is that it's the weekend.

And we haven't got
anyone coming.

- Well, it sometimes seems
to me rather pointless

keeping up a house of
this size, if you don't,

now and then, ask some other
people to come and stay in it.

- Pointless?

Can't think what you mean.

I don't keep this house
for all the bores

to come and gossip in.

We always lived here,
and I hope John avails

to keep it on after me.

- [Brenda] Oh, God,
what have I done?

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- Am I being pompous again?

- Oh, no, darling, not pompous,

you wouldn't know how.

I'm jolly glad no one's
coming down this weekend

- Listen, I probably can manage

to get away for Angela's.

- Darling, are you sure
you wouldn't hate it?

- I dare say not.

- [Mrs. Beaver] Where are
you going for the weekend?

- Hetton.

- Who's there?

I forget.

- [John] Tony Last.

- Oh, of course.

Oh, she is lovely.

He's rather a stick.

People were mad about
her when she was a girl.

Everyone thought she was going

to marry Jock Grant-Menzies.

- Momsy, you're wonderful

I believe you know
about everybody.

- It's a great help.

It's all a matter of
paying attention

when other people are talking.

I didn't know you knew her.

- Well, I don't, really.

Tony asked me in Bratt's
the other night.

He may have forgotten.

- Heavens, is that the time?

I must get to the shop.

Send them a telegram
to remind them.

Much better than ringing up.

Gives them less time to
make excuses.

Do it before you start.

They owe me for a table.

- What's the house like?

- Huge and hideous.

- Now, listen, John.

It was very wrong of you to
call nanny a silly old tart.

First, because it was
unkind to her.

Think of all the things
she does for you everyday.

- [John] She's paid to.

- Be quiet.

- And quite a lot, I
should think

- And secondly, because
you were using a word

that people of your age,
and class, do not use.

You must learn to be
more considerate

to people less
fortunate than you.

Particularly women.

Do you understand?

- Is Ben less fortunate than me?

- That has nothing
to do with it.

Now, go upstairs and say
sorry to nanny.

- All right.

- Uh, how did it go today?

- Very well.

Thunder Clap jumped a big
post and a rail.

- Didn't you come off?

- Yes, once.

Ben said I just opened
my bloody legs

and cut an ass, sir.

- Mr. Beaver, sir, there
is 10 shillings appears

in my books for last month.

- Yes, well, thank you,
MacDougal.

You'll remind me sometime, eh?

- Very good, sir.

Well, good afternoon, Mr.
Grant-Menzies.

- Hi, MacDougal.

Hi, Beaver.

What are you drinking?

- Well, nothing so far.

I think it's time I had one.

Um, brandy and ginger ale,
please.

- Brandy and ginger ale,
MacDougal, and a pink gin.

- Very good, sir.

- Who is the old girl you wished

on me at the party last night

- She's called Mrs. Tipping.

- Hmm.

Apparently I'm invited to lunch.

- Are you going?

- No. I'm no good at
lunch parties.

Besides, I decided
when I got off

that I was going to
have oysters here.

I don't suppose you know
anything about pigs.

- I'm afraid I don't, no.

Why?

- They keep writing to me about
them from my constituency.

- I'm on my way to Hetton.

- Are you now?

Well, give Tony and
Brenda my love.

- I was wondering if you
knew anybody else

who's going down there.

Um, wonder if I'd get a lift.

- I don't, I'm afraid.

It's quite easy by train.

- Yes, but it's more
pleasant by road.

- And cheaper.

Yes, and cheaper, I suppose.

- Mr. Beaver, sir.

There is a Mrs. Tipping
on the telephone

who wishes to speak to you.

She says it's urgent.

- Thank you.

- Damn!

I nearly got Beaver to
buy me a drink.

- How did the lecture go?

- Bad.

Rotten bad.

- The trouble is that
nanny is jealous of Ben.

- Hey, I'm not sure we
shan't both be soon

- What are you doing
this afternoon?

- I should go with the local.

- I wouldn't say no to
going to the movies,

Gary Cooper's on something
at the picture show.

- All right, I can easily
leave the locals until Monday.

- And we can go to
Woolworth's afterwards.

- Oh, God.

- Yes, I must say it does
look rather disgusting.

- Hell.

Something too horrible
has happened.

Look at this.

- "Arriving 3:18.

"So looking forward to visit,
Beaver."

What's Beaver?

- It's a young man.

- [Brenda] Sounds all right.

- Wait till you see him.

- What's he coming for?

You didn't ask him to stay.

- I suppose I did, in a
vague kind of way.

I met him in Bratt's.

He said something about
wanting to see the house.

- I suppose you were tight.

- Not really.

I never thought he'd hold
it against me.

His mother owns that shop.
- Oh, I used to know her.

She's hell.

Come to think of it,
we owe her some money.

- We could put a call through

and say we're both ill.

- Too late, darling,

He'll be on the train now.

Anyway we can put him
in Gallahad.

No one who sleeps there
ever comes again.

The bed's agony.

I used to know your mother.

We were great friends.

She has that
marvelous little shop.

- That's right.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- I'm sorry not to have
been here to meet you.

- I'm going to take Mr.
Beaver around the garden.

- Oh, good.

Good.

Look, I'm, I'm awfully sorry.

I've still got
Armstrong in the study.

I must talk to him about
Morgan Le Fay.

We've got a patch of rot.

See you before dinner.

- What's Morgan Le Fay?

- His bedroom.

- Oh.

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- [Brenda] It's thrilling
hearing about all this revelry.

[laughing]

So many parties.

- Polly is having one soon.

- Yes, I know.

- Are you coming up for it?

- I don't expect so.

We never go anywhere nowadays.

Tony hates London.

In fact, he's practically
become a recluse.

What about Mary and Simon?

- Didn't you hear
that's broken up?

- When?

- Began in Salzburg
in the summer.

Have you been to Daisy's
new restaurant?

- Not yet.

- And there's a new night
club called The Warren.

- I feel rather guilty
about Beaver.

Going up and leaving
him like this.

You're being heroic, darling.

Quite superb.

He'll probably go back to London

thinking you're mad about him.

- It's not too bad, really.

He's rather pathetic.

[laughing]

♪ The king of love, my
shepherd is ♪

♪ Whose goodness faileth never

♪ I nothing lack if I am his

♪ And he is mine forever

- I say, can't I
carry something?

- No, thanks.

I've got everything quite safe.

Did you sleep well?

- Oh, beautifully.

- Bet you didn't.

- Well, I'm not a very
good sleeper.

- Next time you come you
must have a different room.

Although, I dare say, you
won't ever come again.

People so seldom do.

- [John] Tony's gone to church.

- [Brenda] Yes, he likes that.

Sunday routine.

Chat with the vicar, talk
to the tenants.

Then when he comes back home,

a glass of Sherry.

Very solemn.

[bells ringing]

- That one.

- Can I carry mommy's?

- No, I'll carry mommy's.

You can give this to Mr. Beaver.

- What do you think
of the house?

- Oh, it's magnificent.

- You don't have to say
that to me, you know?

- Why, don't you like it?

- Me, I detest it.

At least I don't mean
that really.

I do wish sometimes
it wasn't all,

every bit of it, so
appalling ugly.

You know, I'd die rather
than say that to Tony.

Crazy about the place.

Still, I suppose we
are lucky to be

able to afford to keep
it up at all.

You've no idea how much it
costs just to live here.

Could be quite rich.

John Andrew.

Say hello to Mr. Beaver.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- This is yours.

- [Brenda] Hello, darling.

Jolly chat?

- Most enjoyable.

- [John] Perhaps, I
can't afford to.

- Please, Mr. Beaver, don't
take any notice of him.

- Are you poor?

- Yes, very poor.

- [John Andrew] Poor enough
to call people tarts?

- [John] Yes, quite poor enough.

- John.

Time for your lunch.

Thank you, nanny.

- See you later, darling.

- I think it's time we
were off, young man.

Come along.

- I'm sorry I've been
neglecting you.

I thought, if you wouldn't
find it a bore,

you might like to look
around the house after lunch.

- I'd like that very much.

- [Tony] Oh, good.

- It isn't fashionable to
like this sort

of architecture now,
but I think it's quite

good of its kind.

How about a glass of Sherry?

Did I say something funny?

- Oh, no, darling.

We'd love a glass of Sherry.

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- [Mrs. Beaver] Who was there?

- [John] No one.

- No one?

Oh, my poor boy.

- They weren't expecting me.

It was awful at first.

It got better.

They're exactly as you said.

She's very charming.

He scarcely spoke.

- I wish I saw her sometimes.

- She talked of taking a
flat in London.

- Did she?

- It's all quite vague.

She hasn't said
anything to Tony yet.

She might come up this
week to see her sister.

[train whistle blowing]

- Darling, what does
the country do to you?

You look like 1,000 pounds.

Where did you get that suit?

- Oh, I don't know, some shop.

- What's the news at Hetton?

- All the same.

Tony madly feudal.

John Andrew cursing
like a stable boy.

- And you?

- Me, I'm all right.

- Who's been to stay?

- No one.

We had a friend of Tony's
called Mr. Beaver last weekend.

- [Marjorie] I know.

- You know?

I had his mother on
the telephone.

She wants you to have a
drink with her.

What's all this about a flat?

- I don't know.

Something I thought of.

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- [Marjorie] I shouldn't
have thought Beaver

was at all Tony's ticket.

- [Brenda] He wasn't.

What's he like?

- [Marjorie] I hardly know him.

I see him at Margate sometimes.

He's a great one for
going everywhere.

- [Brenda] I thought
he was rather pathetic.

- [Marjorie] Oh, he's pathetic,
all right.

Do you fancy him?

- [Brenda] Heavens, no.

- [Marjorie] Are you coming
up for Polly's party?

It's certain to be amusing.

- I might.

If I can find
someone to take me.

Tony doesn't like her.

Can't go to parties
alone at my age.

What do you suppose is
Mr. Beaver's sex life?

- I don't know.

Pretty dim, I should imagine.

[laughing]

You do fancy him.

- Oh, well.

There's such a lot of
young men nowadays.

- [Mrs. Beaver] John's
been telling me

what a delightful weekend
he had with you.

- It was very quiet, I'm afraid.

- It's just what he likes,
poor lamb.

Gets rushed off his
feet in London.

Now, I understand, Lady Brenda,

that all you want is somewhere
to dress and telephone.

- Well--

- Because I do believe
that you are in luck.

I'm doing a
delightful little place

in Belgravia at the moment.

We're dividing it
into six flats.

Three pounds a week, just
a room and bath,

but absolutely streamlined
comfort, my dear.

Built-in wardrobes,
masses of hot water.

And the very last word
in american plumbing.

- [Brenda] Well, I'll
have to ask my husband

and let you know.

- Well, I hope you
let me know soon

because everyone will
be wanting one.

- I'll let you know very soon.

- Good.

- What would you like?

- Two of those buns
and a chocolate.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, that's what I
always have.

- Seven pence, please.

Thank you.

- I'm sure you want to go.
- No, not really.

- I've got lots to read.

- No, I want to stay.

- Very sweet.

Thank you.

I suppose you wouldn't like
to take me to Polly's party,

would you?

- Well, I wish I could.

I promised to dine out for it.

- I thought you probably would.

- [John] Well, we
can meet there.

- Yes.

If I go.

- I wish I could have taken you.

- No, it's quite all right.

I just wondered.

[light orchestral music]

Look, you don't really
have to stay,

my train's not for ages.

- I think, perhaps, I should go,
eh.

- Yes, run along.

Say hello to Sookie for me.

And thank you for coming.

- [John] Goodbye.

- Look, I'm writing a
speech for the mayor.

Well, you can see it
when I'm finished.

- You seem in wonderful
spirits today.

- I feel good.

I think it's Mr. Cruttwell.

- [Tony] Did Ambrose say
something about a telegram?

- Yes, it was for me.

It's Marjorie making a joke.

- New?

- Very.

- You know, you're causing
a great deal of trouble.

You've taken London's
only spare man.

- Oh, dear, I didn't realize.

- [Marjorie] Oh,
he's not so bad.

- [Brenda] Shh.

- Go on.

- Hello.

Mrs. Jimmy Deane's very upset

she couldn't get you for
dinner tonight.

I didn't give away what
you were doing.

- Give her my love.

Anyway, we'll all
meet at Polly's.

- [Marjorie] I must go.

We're dining at nine.

Alan meeting me there.

- Stay a bit.

They're sure to be late.

I thought you wanted to drink.

- No, I must go.

Enjoy yourselves.

Best to you both.

- I suppose we ought to go, too,
really.

- Yes.

Where?

- I thought the Cafe de Paris.

- Listen, I want you to
understand right away,

this is my dinner.

- Of course not,
nothing of the sort.

- Yes, it is. I'm a year
older than you.

I'm an old married woman
and quite rich,

so please, I'm going to pay.

- No, I absolutely insist.

This is my treat.

- Nonsense.

You can do the taxi.

[upbeat big band music]

- I'm sorry I was an
ass in the taxi.

- Hmm?

- Did you mind when I
tried to kiss you?

- Me?

No, not particularly.

- Then why didn't you let me?

- Oh, dear.

You have got a lot to learn.

I'm not sure it wasn't a mistake
taking you out to dinner.

Ask for the bill.

Let's go to Polly's.

You've got to learn to be nicer.

I don't believe you'll
find it impossible.

- I'm sorry.

- How much should we tip him?

- That's exactly right.

- Thank you.

Well, should we go?

- Look.

Isn't it sad?

Did you know they're going
to pull down Glenway House

to put up a hideous
block of flats?

I can't believe the
Glenways need the money.

- Do shut up.

Come here.

If one took advantage of
me at this party,

I won't know anybody.

- Is mommy coming back today?

- I hope so.

- Where has she been?

- London.

- Why?

- Somebody called Lady
Cockpurse was giving a party.

- [John] Is she nice?

- [Tony] Mommy thinks so.

I don't.

- [John] Why?

- Because she looks
like a monkey.

- Oh, I should love to see her.

Does she live in a cage?

Ben saw a woman who
looked like a fish.

Smelled like a fish, too,
Ben says.

[leaves rustling]

- John, John, look
through there.

Straight through there.

- Fox.

Beautiful.

- Be very still, it'll stay.

[light orchestral music]

- But, my dear, going away
in the middle of the party.

- I'll tell you how
innocent it was.

He didn't even come in.

- [Marjorie] No one else
is going to know that.

What does he think of you?

- [Brenda] I think he
can't make me out at all.

Totally puzzled and
rather bored in bits.

I made him promise to
telephone me this morning.

- [Marjorie] You're
going to go on with it?

- Go on with what?

- Really, Brenda, he's
such a dreary young man.

- I know.

He's second-rate and a snob.

And I think he's cold as a fish.

But I happen to have
a fancy for that sort.

Besides, I don't think
he's had a fair deal.

I heard all about it last night.

He's got to be taught
a whole lot of things.

Part of his attraction.

[knocking on door]

- Yes.

- Excuse me, my Lady.

There's a telephone
message for Lady Brenda.

Mr. Last wanted to know
whether he should expect you

at Hetton this afternoon?

- Oh.

Yes, thank you.

Well, that's that.

I guess I'm glad, really.

I'll send Tony a telegram.

Will you pack my things?

- [Maid] Yes, my Lady.

- I scarcely saw you
at Polly's last night.

What came over you?

- We went early.

Brenda was tired.

- Hmm.

She was looking lovely.

I'm so glad you've made
friends with her.

When are you going to
see her again?

- Said I'd ring.

- Oh, well.

Why don't you?

- Momsy, what's the use?

I can't afford to start
taking out women

like Brenda Last.

- I know, dear, it's
very difficult for you.

You're so wonderful about money.

Still it doesn't do to deny
yourself everything, you know.

I could see she liked you
that evening she was here.

- Oh, she likes me all right.

- I suppose all this means

you're going to start
again about your flat?

- Hmm.

- [Tony] Haven't signed
any papers yet, have you?

- Oh, no.

- Then no great harm's done.

- Listen, you haven't
been brooding?

- No.

- Because, you see, when you
say flat, you mean a lift,

a man in uniform, a big
front door with knobs,

an entrance hall with doors
leading off in all directions,

kitchens and sculleries, and
dining rooms and drawing rooms,

and servants' bedrooms,
don't you?

[light orchestral music]

- More or less.

- Exactly.

Now, I mean a bedroom,
a bath and telephone.

Do you see the difference?

A woman I know--

- Who?

- Just a woman, has fixed
up a whole house like that,

just off Belgravia Square.

And they're only three
pounds a week.

- I see.

- I surely spend more
than three pounds a week

on not having a flat.

And while I really
don't deserve it,

I've been carrying on
anyhow this week.

- It would mean putting off
the bathrooms down here.

- Tell you what,

I'll give up Mr. Cruttwell.

How's that?

[door closing]

- I'm sorry to be pompous,
darling,

but I don't want him
hanging about

the house and calling
me Marjorie.

- Oh, well, flat
won't be long now.

- [Marjorie] And I
shall go on saying

that I think you are making
a ridiculous mistake.

- Are you saying that you
don't like him?

- It isn't only that.

I think it's hard
cheese on Tony.

- Oh, Tony's all right.

- [Marjorie] And if
there's a row?

- There won't be a row.

- You never know.

And if there is, I
don't want Alan thinking

I've been helping to
arrange things.

- I wasn't so disagreeable
to you about Robin Beasely.

- [Marjorie] There was
never much in that.

- Her Ladyship is on the
telephone, sir.

- Hmm.

Thank you, Ambrose.

Hello, Brenda?

- [Brenda] Darling, guess
where I'm talking from?

- I don't know, where?

- [Brenda] I'm talking
from the flat.

- Oh.

- [Brenda] Darling, try
to sound interested.

It's very exciting for me.

- What's it like?

- Well, there are a good many

smells at present

and the bath makes odd sounds

and when you turn on
the hot tap,

there's just a rush of
air, and that's all.

The cold tap keeps dripping.

and the water is rather brown.

The cupboard doors are jammed.

And the curtains won't
pull right across.

The street lamp shines
in all night.

But it's lovely.

- You don't say so.

- Tony, you must be
nice about it.

It's all so exciting.

And someone sent me a
lot of flowers today.

So many that there's
hardly room for them.

And I've had to put them in the

basin on account of
having no pots.

Wasn't you, was it?

- Yes.

As a matter of fact, it was.

- Oh, darling, I did
so hope it was.

Unlike you.

- [Operator] Three minutes,
please.

- I must stop now.

- [Tony] When are you
coming back?

- Almost at once.

Good night, my sweet.

- Good night, darling

[phone clicking]

- What a lot of talk.

- It's sweet of Tony to
send flowers.

- I'm not awfully fond of Tony.

- Don't worry, my dear, he
doesn't like you at all.

- Doesn't he?

Why not?

- No one does, except me.

You must get that clear.

It's very odd that I should.

[group chattering]

[group applauding]

[gong banging]

[group applauding]

[group laughing]

- "Darling Brenda, thank
you so very much

"for the charming
Christmas present.

"I hope your party's
been a success.

"It's really rather dull here.

"The others went
hunting yesterday,

"mother's got rather a cold."

He has forgotten to finish it.

- Can't complain.

He's never pretended to
like me much.

Anyway, it was a damned
silly present.

- [Marjorie] What on
earth did you send him?

- You know, one of those
rings with three little bits.

- Come on, Brenda,
you're not concentrating.

[group shouting]

- Nebuchadnezzar.

- Nebuchadnezzar

[group applauding]

- I've made a new
year resolution.

- Oh, yes, anything to do with
spending more time at home?

- Oh, no, but the reverse.

Listen, Tony, I'm serious.

I think I'll take a
course or something.

- Not bonesetting again?

I thought that was over.

- Something like economics.

It's time I took to something.

You're always talking about
going into parliament,

If I did a course in economics,

I could be of some
use canvassing.

Writing speeches and things.

Don't you think it's
rather a good idea?

- It's one better than
the bonesetters.

- Happy New Year, darling.

- Anyone here?

- Very quiet tonight, sir.

Mr. Last's in the bar.

- Mmm.

- All kinds of changes
since we saw you last.

Brenda's taken a flat in London.

- [John] Yes, I know.

- You know?

- Yes, well, you see, it was
my mother who let it to her.

- Really?

Hello!

Chucked?

- Actually, I must go.

- Have another drink.

- No, no, really, I'm
going to be late.

Goodbye.

- [Tony] Been chucked, eh?

- Yes.

The last time I ask
that bitch out.

- Better have a drink. I've
been drinking a whole lot.

Much the best thing.

Uh, brandy and sodas, please,
for two.

Just came up for the night.
Staying here.

- You got a flat now,
haven't you?

- Uh, Brenda has.

There isn't really room for two.

We've tried it once.

It wasn't a success.

- What's she doing tonight?

- Out somewhere.

I didn't let her know
I was coming, you see.

Silly not to.

Only got fed up being
alone at Hetton.

I thought on the spur of the
moment I'd like to see Brenda.

Might have known she'd
be going out somewhere.

- [Brenda] Will we see
the rest of it?

- [John] I don't know.

- It's really quite fun
in a certain way.

- Mmm-hmm.

- Where am I taking
you after this?

- I booked at the bar.

And, darling, do change your
mind about this weekend.

- No.

I've already promised Tony
I'll be down at Hetton.

- Yes, but you were at
Hetton last weekend.

- That's not the point,
my sweet.

You sometimes forget I'm
an old, married woman.

And my weekends are Tony's.

- Extraordinary idea of
hers, taking up economics.

Never thought it would last.

But she seems really keen on it.

You seem pretty low tonight.

- Mmm, I am rather.

Worried about the pig scheme.

[laughing]

Constituents keep writing.

- I felt low, bloody low.

But I'm all right again now.

Best thing is to get tight.

- Mmm.

- Discouraging to come to London

and find you're not wanted.

- [Man] Message from
Lady Brenda, sir

- Oh, good.

I'll go and speak to her.

- [Man] It wasn't her speaking,
sir.

Somebody giving a message.

- I better speak to her.

[phone ringing]

- I suppose that's him.

I better answer it.

- [Tony] Hello.

I want to speak to
Lady Brenda Last.

- Tony, darling.

This is me, Brenda.

- Oh, hello.

Some, some damn fool said
I couldn't speak to you.

- [Brenda] I left a message
from where I was dining.

Are you having a lovely evening?

- Ooh, hellish.

I'm with Jock.

He's, he's worried about
the pig scheme.

Shall we come and see you?

- No, not tonight, darling.

I'm terribly tired.

I'm just going to bed.

- Mmm.

- [Tony] We'll come and see you.

- Tony, are you a
tiny bit tight?

- [Tony] Stinking.

Jock and I'll come and see you.

- Tony, you're not to,
do you hear?

I can't have you making a brawl.

Flats are getting a
bad name anyhow.

- Their names will be
mud when Jock and I come.

- Tony, listen, will you
please not come tonight?

Be a good boy and
stay at the club.

- The old boy's plastered.

- Oh, dear.

[laughing]

I feel rather awful about this.

Well, what can he expect,

coming up suddenly like this?

- Is he often like that?

- No.

Quite new.

Oh, God.

This isn't the least like Tony.

John, you've got to go.

Those hooligans may turn
up at any moment.

[dramatic orchestral music]

Have you got your taxi fare?

Find some change in my bag.

- Hello, daddy.

You don't mind me coming here,
do you?

I begged Ben, he let me.

- Very pleased to see you, John.

Good morning, Wilson.

[men shouting]

- Tony's as happy as a sand boy,
isn't he?

- Full of beans.

- I am glad I organized
this weekend.

- Tony nearly had one
through the window.

- Thank you.

- [Marjorie] Do you think
Tony knows about Mr. Beaver?

- No, not a thing.

- [Marjorie] What do
you think will happen?

- [Jock] Oh, she'll get
bored of Beaver soon enough.

♪ Praise my soul, the
king of heaven ♪

♪ To his feet thy
tribute bring ♪

♪ Ransomed, healed, restored,
forgiven ♪

♪ Who like me his
praise should sing ♪

♪ Praise him, praise him

♪ Praise him, praise him

♪ Praise the everlasting king

- Darling, I'm not
coming down next weekend.

You don't mind, do you?

I'm going to stay with Veronica.

- [Tony] Was I asked?

- Well, you were, of course,
but I refused for you.

You know you always
hate staying away.

I thought you didn't like
her very much.

- I hate her like hell.

I suppose you must go
back tomorrow.

The hounds are meeting
on Wednesday, you know.

You couldn't stay
down until then?

- Not possibly, darling.

If I miss one lecture, I
get right behind

and can't follow the next.

Anyway, I'm not that
keen to see the hounds.

- Jock's staying on.

He's sending his
american floozy down.

You don't mind?

- Me, no.

Not at all.

- Oh, I'll tell you
something very odd.

Guess who I met the other day?

- Who?

- Our old friend Beaver.

- Why is that odd, particularly?

- Well, I don't know.

Forgotten all about him.

- Mmm.

- You didn't tell me it was
his mother behind your flat.

I might not have been so
amiable if I had known.

- No, darling, and that's why.

[light orchestral music]

- This has been a jolly weekend.

- I thought you were
enjoying it.

- Everything is all right,
isn't it?

- Yes, of course.

- I get depressed down here
all alone and imagine things.

- You're not to brood, Tony.

You know that's one of the
things that aren't allowed.

- I won't brood anymore.

- [Jock] Hello, darling.

- Jock!

- Mmm.

- [Laura] 42 minutes.

Not at all bad with the
wind against me.

- Tony Last, Laura Rattery.

- How do you do?
- [Tony] How do you do?

- And this is John Andrew.

- How do you do?

Are you going to hunt
on Wednesday?

They're meeting here, you know.

- I might go out for
a half a day

if I can find a horse.

It would be my first
time this year.

- It would be my first time,
too.

- Ah, well, we should
both be terribly stiff.

You'll have to show
me the country.

- [John] I expect they'll
draw Bruton wood first.

There's a big fox there.

Daddy and I saw it.

- [Jock] Have you got
any pigs on the farm?

- [Tony] Yes.

- [Jock] Is there a man
who looks after them

who'd be able to
explain about them?

- [Tony] Yes.

- [Jock] Oh, thank God.

I've got this speech.

- If I'm in at the death,

I expect Colonel Inch
will blood me.

- There won't be any death.

It's a whole lot of nonsense.

Oh!

- What do you think of Tony?

- Is he married to that
rather lovely

woman we saw at the
Cafe de Paris?

- Yes.

- The one you said was in
love with that young man?

- Yes.

- Funny of her.

- You look very smart.

He can ride with them
as far as the covert.

- Yes, sir.

And there'd be no harm
in him staying

to see the hounds working,
would there?

- No, I suppose not.

But he's not to stay
out more than an hour.

- Yes, sir.

- [Tony] Very proud of you.

[horn blowing]

[dogs barking]

[horse neighing]

Take care of him, Ben.

- Come on, there.

- Good luck, John.

- Bye.

- Bye bye.

All going well.

- Very good, sir.

- I'm afraid I've been
riding real badly already.

You think anyone has noticed?

- That's all right, son.

You can't keep riding school
manners when you're hunting.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- [John Voiceover]
"Dearest Brenda,

"how enjoyable the weekend was.

"Thank you 1,000 times
for all your sweetness

"I wish you were coming
down next weekend

"or that you'd been able
to stay on a little.

"But I quite understand."

- If you come back in
good time today,

your dad will be all
the more willing

to let you come out another day.

- But there mightn't
be another day.

The world might come to an end.

Please, Ben.

- Look.

Here comes Miss Ripon
on that natty gelding.

Seems as though she's going in,
too.

Not a fool by the looks of her.

[horse neighing]

- [Miss Ripon] Come on, steady.

[horn blowing]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Hello?

Yes.

Could I have a London number,
please?

- I'm taking him away.

I can't do anything with
him this morning.

I thought perhaps Mr.
Last wouldn't mind

if I came up to the house
to telephone for the car.

- Good idea, Miss.

[sighing]

Let me go first, Miss.

He'll follow.

Don't hold too hard
on his mouth.

Just give him a tap.

- Walk on.

- [John] What do the horns mean?

- [Ben] They think they
found something.

[phone ringing]

Take a hold of him, Miss.

Use your whip.

[gun firing]

Steady.

Easy, John.

Pull the saddle.

Hold him, Miss.

[bones crunching]
[grunting]

[light flute music]

- Killed instantly.

Took it full on the
base of the skull.

That's very sad.

- Had a lousy day, too.

Poor little bastard.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[gun firing]

- We've got to tell Brenda.

- Yes.

Do you know where to get her?

- She's probably in that
economics school.

But we can't tell her
over the telephone.

What on earth am I going
to say to her?

Were you anywhere near?

- No.

We'd gone on to another car.

- Awful for that
poor Ripon girl.

- Tony, one of us will
have to go up.

- Yes.

I think I shall have
to stay here.

I don't know why really, but
there'll be things to see to.

It's an awful thing to
ask anyone to do.

- I'll find her.

- Colonel Inch has been here.

He wanted to give you
his sympathies.

I told him you'd probably
prefer to be left alone.

Thought you'd be glad to
hear he stopped the hunt.

- Nice of him to come.

Were you having a good day?

- No.

- I'm sorry.

We saw a fox in Bruton
Wood the other day.

John and I...

Jock's going up to London
to fetch Brenda.

- Then I'll stay here.

- Well, I'll go and get changed.

- Won't it be awful for you?

- No, I'll stay.

- I suppose it's ridiculous
of me, but I wish you would.

I'm all in a muddle.

It's hard to believe yet
that it really happened.

[laughing]

- All the time she's
taking over Daisy.

Oh, what's it like?

- I mustn't tell you
about it all.

- So, where's John Beaver today?

- He's going to France
with his mother

to see some wallpapers.

She's been worrying
about him all day.

- It's going to be so
much worse for Brenda.

You see, she'd got
nothing else much except

John.

I, I've got her and I
love the house.

But with Brenda, John
always came first.

She's been in London such a lot.

I'm afraid that's
going to hurt her.

- Well, you can never tell
what's going to hurt people.

- But you see, I know
Brenda so well.

- I see four men
dominate your fate.

One is loyal and tender.

He's not yet disclosed his love.

One is passionate and
overpowering.

You're a little afraid of him.

- How very exciting.

I wonder who they could be?

- One you must avoid.

He bodes no good for you.

He's steely-hearted
and rapacious.

- Bet that's my Mr. Beaver.

Bless him.

- Do you play Bezique?

- I'm afraid not.

- Piquet?

- No, I've never been able
to learn any card game,

except Animal Snap.

- Pity.

Can you throw craps?

- No.

- Well, it's easy.

I'll show you.

There'll be some dice
in the backgammon board.

- I'm all right, really, I,

I'd sooner not play.

Can't stop thinking.

- Well, you've got to
try and stop.

What's this game you're
talking about,

animal something?

- Uh, snap.

- I'll buy it.

- It's just a child's game.

Anyway, it would be
ridiculous with two.

- Show me.

- Well,

each of us would
choose an animal.

- All right, I'm a dog
and you're a hen.

Now what?

- Most enjoyable.

Why, how odd you all look.

- Jock Grant-Menzies wants
to see you downstairs.

- Jock.

How extraordinary.

It isn't anything awful, is it?

- You better go and see him.

- What is it, Jock?

Tell me quickly, I'm scared.

Nothing awful, is it?

- I'm afraid it is.

There's been a very
serious accident.

- John?

- Yes.

- Dead?

Tell me what happened.

Why do you know about it first?

- I've been down at
Hetton since the weekend.

- [Brenda] Hetton?

- Don't you remember?

John was going hunting today.

- John?

John Andrew.

I, oh, thank God.

[crying]

- Bow wow.

Come on.

You're not putting your
heart into this.

[clucking]

What've you done?

That's not a pair.

Bow wow!
[clucking]

[laughing]

[throat clearing]

- The vicar is here, sir.

He wishes to speak to
you if it's convenient.

- Thank you, Ambrose.

- Very good, sir.

- We'd better stop.

- It's all right.

Wasn't a very good game anyway.

Would you like me to
go somewhere?

- No, don't bother.

I'll see him in the study.

The last thing I want to talk
about at a time like this

is religion.

- Some like it.

- Of course.

When you haven't got
children yourself.

- I've got two sons.

- Have you?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't realize.

[dramatic orchestral music]

We know each other so little.

How very impertinent of me.

- Oh, that's all right.

People are always surprised.

I don't see them very often.

They're at school somewhere.

They're getting quite big.

One's going to be good-looking,
I think.

His father is.

May I help myself to
some whiskey?

- Ah, of course.

Jock must have told her by now.

[door closing]

- Poor little boy.

When you first told me,
I didn't understand.

Didn't know what I was saying.

- I know.

- I didn't say anything, did I?

- You know what you said.

- Yes, I know.

But I didn't mean it.

I don't think there's any
point in trying to explain.

- Would you like me to
travel down with you?

- No.

Thank you.

I'd rather be on my own.

Nothing to say, is there?

- Darling, there's no
need to talk.

- No need.

I suppose there'll have
to be a funeral.

- Of course.

- Yes.

Tomorrow?

Don't.

- I must go and finish
some letters.

- Yes.

[bell ringing]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Good morning, m'lady.

I've been going through
John Andrew's things.

- Thank you, nanny.

[light orchestral music]

[crying]

- Jock rang up.

He wanted to know if there
was anything he could do.

- How sweet of him.

Why don't you have him
down for the weekend?

- Would you like that?

- I shan't be here.

I'm going to Veronica's.

- You're going to Veronica's?

- Yes, don't you remember?

- Are you really going away?

- Yes.

I can't stay here.

You understand that, don't you?

- Yes, of course.

I thought we might both go away.

Abroad somewhere.

- I couldn't stay here.

It's all over.

Don't you see all
I've done here?

- Darling, what do you mean?

- Don't ask me to explain, Tony,
not now.

- But, Brenda, sweet, I
don't understand.

We're both young.

Of course, we could
never forget John.

He'll always be our eldest son.

- Don't go on, Tony.

Please don't go on.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- So, you're going to
Veronica's tomorrow?

- Yes.

- I think I will ask
Jock to come.

- Yes, I should.

- And we can think
about plans later

when we've got more
used to things.

- Yes.

Later.

Darling Tony, I'm not
coming back to Hetton.

You must have realized
for some time

that things were going wrong.

I'm in love with John Beaver,

and I want to have a
divorce and marry him.

If John Andrew hadn't died,

things might not have
happened like this.

I can't tell.

As it is, I simply can't
begin over again.

Please don't mind too much.

I suppose we shan't be allowed

to meet while the divorce is on.

But I hope afterwards we
shall be great friends.

Anyway, I shall always
look on you as one,

whatever you may think of me.

Best love, from Brenda.

- I can only think
she's so upset

that she's lost her reason.

She's only seen Beaver
twice to my knowledge.

- I'm sorry it should
have happened like this.

- But it's not true, is it?

- I'm afraid it is.

Everyone's known for some time.

In fact,

I believe she's with him now.

- But she's at Veronica's.

- Beaver's there too.

[sighing]

- You say that you still wish

to be the defendant
in this case?

- Yes, of course.

- Forgive me, you are
aware that, in fact,

you are the injured party.

- Yes, I am.

- And that as the innocent
and injured party,

she will be entitled to
claim substantial alimony

from the courts.

- We've been into all that.

I've decided to make a
settlement of 500 a year.

I understand Mr. Beaver
has something.

- It's a pity we can't
put it in writing.

But that might
constitute conspiracy.

Well, now for the
practicalities.

We have engaged a suite for you

at the Crown Hotel in Brighton.

We always send our
clients there.

The servants are well-accustomed
to giving evidence.

We have notified our regular
firm of private detectives,

and therefore, it only remains
for you to select a partner.

- I expect I shall be
able to find someone.

- I have no doubt of it.

[train whistle blowing]

- This is going to be hell.

- Sorry if I'm late.

Winnie here couldn't
find her shoes.

I brought her along, too.

She travels half-ticket.

- Tony Last, Miss Milly Peacock.

- I hope you don't imagine
she's coming with us.

- That's the idea.

You wouldn't think I had an
eight year-old girl, would you?

Don't worry, she'll
be all right.

She's got her puzzle.

- No, I'm sorry, but
it's quite impossible.

Look, this kind
gentleman is going

to take you in his lovely
car, and buy you the biggest

doll you can find.

- I don't want a doll.

- She wants to go to
the seaside.

- No.

[whistle blowing]

- Come on, young Lady.

This way, come on.

- Jock.

[train whistle blowing]

[door opening]

- [Tony] Oh, God.

What is it?

- Mom's asleep

- So I should think.

Go back to sleep.

- It's hardly raining at all.

- What are you doing?

- I want to go to the pier.

- It won't be open yet.

- All right, I want to go
down to the sea. Come on

- All right.

[dog barking]

- [Girl] Why don't we bathe?

[laughing]

- Far too cold.

- But they're bathing.

I want to.

You said I could last night.

- You must ask your mother.

- You're afraid.

Can you swim?

- Yes, of course.

- Well, why don't you?

I bet you can't.

- All right, I can't.

- Then why did you say
you could then, fibber?

[light orchestral music]

My knickers is all wet.

It's sticking to the seat.

It feels horrible.

- You better go up and change.

- Mr. Last, would you
allow me a moment?

It's Blenkinsop,
ex-Detective Sergeant,

my colleague Mr. James.

We're employed by Mr. Graceful.

Private investigations.

- Oh, yes, of course.

Please sit down.

Will you have breakfast?

- Oh, thank you, but
both Mr. James and myself

have already had
quite sufficient.

- Tell me, is it usual to
bring children

on an expedition of this kind?

- [Blenkinsop] It is not, Mr.
Last.

- I thought it couldn't be.

- And since you bring it up,

I must say I regard it as most
irregular and injudicious.

Mind you, neither Mr.
James nor myself

would mention the matter
in court, of course.

But what are you thinking of,
Mr. Last,

breakfasting down here.

You've got to get the evidence
of the hotel servants.

- Well, I didn't like
to wake Millie.

- It's what she's here for,
isn't it?

Come, come, Mr. Last,
this won't do.

You'll never get your
divorce if you don't give

more of your mind to it.

- All right.

I'll have breakfast again.

- In bed, if you please.

- In bed.

[light orchestral music]

[knocking on door]

Millie, we've got to
have breakfast.

- Don't want any breakfast.

Think I'll sleep a little.

- Come on.

This is what we've come for.

- Okay.

Winnie darling.

Get mother her cardi
from the chair.

- You're crazy, eating
two breakfasts.

- Yes, when you're a
little older,

you'll understand these things.

It's, it's the law.

Now, I want you to stay in
my bedroom very quietly.

For a quarter of an hour,
promise?

Afterwards, you can do
exactly what you want.

- Then can I go to the pier?

- Yes, certainly,

if you're quiet now.

How do I look?

- Love's young dream.

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

- [Maid] Morning.

- That's fine, thank you.

So much for infidelity.

- Can I go to the pier now?

[thunder rumbling]

- Thanks, sir.

- I'd telephoned earlier.

I'm collecting some brochures.

- Take a seat, sir.

I'll be with you in one moment.

[motor whirring]

We have one first-class berth,
sir, which you could have.

- First class?

Nonsense, I'm an explorer,
not a tourist.

This is a very
important expedition.

Will you please go
and look again?

- I believe this is your mouse.

- Uh, thank you, yes.

Funny little fellows,
aren't they?

They're going to come
in very useful though.

I bought 20 of them.

I'm going away
shortly to Brazil.

Uh, at least it may be
Brazil or Dutch Guyana,

one cannot be quite certain.

The frontier has never
been demarcated.

I was supposed to have
started last week,

only my plans were upset
by this lunatic agency.

Do you, by any chance,
know a Nicaraguan

calling himself alternately
Ponsonby and Fitz-Clarence?

- No, I don't think so.

- Well, you are fortunate.

That man has just robbed
me of 200 pounds

and some machine guns.

In a pinch, I can do
without the machine guns,

but I cannot do without
the 200 pounds.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- "My marriage was an ideally
happy one until shortly

"before Christmas last year,
when I began to suspect

"that my husband's attitude
had changed towards me.

"He always remained
in the country

"and my studies took
me to London.

"I realized that he no longer
cared for me as he used to.

"He began to drink heavily
and on one occasion

"made a disturbance at our
flat in London,

"constantly ringing
up when drunk

"and threatening to
send a drunken,

"drunken friend around
to knock on the door."

Is that really necessary?

- Not strictly.

But it's advisable to put it in.

It's always helpful to offer
evidence of general degeneracy.

- I see.

- It's a pity I can't have
the Royal Geographical Society

in on this expedition,
but I had to

find the money privately.

Of course, it's a, it
will be a monumentally

historic time if I
ever get there.

- What do you suppose it
will be like, this lost city?

- Oh, impossible to say.

The Peewees call it
shining or glittery.

I was out there last year.

That's when I made contact
with a Peewee Indian.

The first white man ever to
contact them and get out alive.

- When are you setting off?

- Thursday.

- All the same, making every
allowance for your feelings.

And there is my sister,
you know.

I do think you're behaving

rather vindictively
in the matter.

I saw this chap
Beaver yesterday.

Didn't like him at all.

Do you?

- I hardly know him.

- She'll want to come back
in a year, just you see.

- I don't want her back.

- Well, that's vindictive.

Besides, you know, it's not
as if it's all Brenda's fault.

It does take two to
make an argument.

From what I hear, things haven't

been going well for some time.

For example, you're
drinking rather a lot.

- [Tony] Did Brenda say that?

- Well, yes.

Well, that really explains
what I wanted to say.

I discussed your
suggestion for a settlement

with the lawyers and
with the family.

We've decided that
the sum should

be increased to 2,000.

- That's quite out of
the question.

I couldn't begin to afford it.

It would mean giving up Hetton.

- Well, there's a lot
in what these

labor fellows say, you know.

Big houses are a thing
of the past in England.

- Tell me, did Brenda
realize when

she agreed to this proposal

that it would mean my
leaving Hetton?

- Yes.

Yes, it was mentioned, I think.

I dare say you'll
have no trouble

selling it to a school
or something.

I can remember when I was trying

to get rid of Brakeleigh.

My agent said it was a
pity it wasn't gothic

because schools and
convents go for that.

- It's inconceivable.

- It's not just a question
of money, you know.

The fact is, Beaver's
cutting up nasty.

He says he can't
possibly marry Brenda

unless she's properly
provided for.

He's got practically
nothing himself.

He's unlikely to earn any.

Says it isn't fair on her.

I see his point in a way.

- Yes, I see his point.

What your proposal
really amounts to

is that I should give up Hetton

in order to buy
Beaver for Brenda.

- Oh, dear.

Perhaps I haven't made
myself quite clear.

Comes from having too much
respect for people's feelings.

You see, Brenda will
ask for alimony

of 2,000 pounds from the court.

And with our evidence, we
should get it.

Sorry you obliged me to
put it so bluntly.

- I hadn't thought of that.

Nor have we.

To be quite frank, it
was, um, Beaver's idea.

- Darling, how did you
track me down?

- [Tony] I'm lunching
with Reggie.

He tells me you're going
to sue for alimony.

Is that so?

- Tony, don't be so bullying.

The lawyer's doing everything.

It's no use coming to me.

Yes, they did say that.

I know it sounds a lot, but--

- And you know exactly
how my money stands.

You know it would mean
selling Hetton, don't you?

Hello, are you still there?

- Yes, I'm still here.

- [Tony] You know it means that?

- Tony, don't make me
feel a beast.

Everything's been so difficult.

Do you know how odd you sound?

Don't ring off.

[phone buzzing]

Oh, dear.

[light orchestral music]

- You were quite right

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

It didn't sound likely at first.

- That's all right,
my dear fellow.

I dare say you'll get a
very comfortable price.

And find yourself better off
in the end than you are now.

- I decided exactly
what's going to happen.

- Good.

- Brenda is not going to
get her divorce.

The evidence I provided at
Brighton isn't worth a thing.

There happens to have been
a child there all the time.

She slept all night in the room

I was supposed to have occupied.

If you care to bring the
case, I shall defend and win.

I think when you've seen the
evidence, you'll drop it.

I'm going away for six
months or so.

When I return, if she wishes it,

I shall divorce Brenda without
settlements of any kind.

Well,

good afternoon.

Thank you for lunch.

- [Messinger] We are now in
the Amazon system of rivers.

All this water here will
be flowing south.

- But surely this is
flowing east?

- This rock...

What, gosh, so it is.

Well, this is a discovery
of genuine scientific value.

Just a moment.

Rosa, Rosa!

Rosa!

What?

What is the name of this stream?

- Macushi people call
him Waurupang.

- No, not where we
camped before.

The name of this stream.

- Yes, Waurupang.

Macushi people call him
all Waurupang.

- [Messinger] It's hopeless.

Come on.

- What?

- I say it's hopeless.

Come on.

Come on.

[light orchestral music]

- [Rosa] Macushi people
there, Peewee people there.

Macushi people no go with
Peewee people.

- No, I'm not asking you
to go with Peewee people.

You and the men take
us as far as

the Peewee people, then
you go back to

Macushi people.

Understand?

- Peewee peoples bad peoples.

- It's going to be awkward
if this woman doesn't come.

- It's going to be awkward
if none of them come.

- [Messinger] I will
talk to the men.

- It is time to dig cassava.

Macushi people go home just now.

- It's pure blackmail.

Let's get out some trade goods

Each man can take three
things from here,

if he comes in the boats.

- Macushi people dig
cassava just now.

Give me cigarette.

- I do beg your pardon.

- Now we shall have to
try with the mice.

I had wanted to keep them
till we reached the Peewees.

It's a pity, but it
can't be helped.

They'll go for the mice,
you'll see.

I know the Indian mind.

[toy cranking]

[all gasping]

Well, I'm damned.

That's better than I expected.

[laughing]

- More than you expected anyway.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

They'll come back.

I know them.

I'll come back when it's dark.

[light flute music]

- [John] Mommy,
Brenda wants a job.

- Why?

- Same as everybody else.

She's short of money,
wants something to do.

She wondered if she'd be
any use to you at the shop.

- Well, it's hard to say.

As things are, I'm not
sure it would be wise.

- Just said I'd ask you,
that's all.

- John, I think it's
time you had a holiday.

I'm going to California in
July with the Fishbournes.

I think it would do you
good to come with me.

[phone ringing]

- I think that's my telephone.

[door opening]

- [Messinger] What's the matter?

- They've taken everything.

- Our situation is
grave, but not desperate.

You feeling all right?

- Yes.

I'm fine.

Feel a little hot, that's all.

Didn't get much sleep.

[group laughing and chattering]

- You're going through
with the divorce?

- I don't know.

Doesn't really depend on me.

It's more a matter of
holding down Mr. Beaver.

He's getting very restive.

I have to feed him a
bit of high life

every week or so.

Now I suppose that will
all stop without a divorce.

Any news of Tony and
the crook doctor?

- Not for some time now.

I, uh, I got a cable
when he landed.

- They're absolutely safe.

- Oh, I imagine so.

Whole world's civilized now,
isn't it?

Charabancs and Cook
offices everywhere.

- Yes, I suppose it is.

I hope he's not brooding.

I hate to think of him
being unhappy.

- I expect he's getting
used to things.

- I do hope so.

I'm very fond of Tony, you know.

In spite of the monstrous
way in which he behaved.

- [Messinger] How are
you feeling?

- Awful.

I'm afraid it'll be a day or
two before I'm really well.

I've been pretty ill, haven't I?

- Come on, drink this.

- Can't remember much.

Are we going on tomorrow?

- We'll think about it.

Look, it's no use you
thinking you're cured

just because you're out
of fever for one day.

It might take a week.

Might take longer.

Meanwhile, we have
provisions for about 10 days.

- I'm afraid I'm being a
great nuisance.

- That's not the point.

The thing is to find
what's best for us to do.

I've decided I'm going
downstream for the day.

See if there's any sign
of a village.

I hate leaving you, but
it's a risk worth taking.

I'll be back by nightfall.

Hopefully with some
Indians to help.

- All right.

[light flute music]

[yelling]

- I'm sorry about dinner,

I just don't have
any money left.

What time is it?

- After three.

- So, you really are
going to America?

- I must.

Mummy's got the tickets.

- Nothing I've said tonight
makes any difference?

- Don't go on.

We've been through all that.

You know it's the only
thing that can happen.

Why spoil the last week?

- You have enjoyed the
summer, haven't you?

- Of course.

Shall we go?

- Yes.

Don't bother to see me home.

- You're sure you don't mind?

It's miles out of the way,
and it's late.

- I know what I mind.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Ah, Ambrose.

Just my usual morning tray.

Coffee, toast, fruit.

Haven't seen my wife, have you?

Rotten thing for a man
to have his wife

go away in a canoe.

- You're very ill.

And you've had a rough journey.

- That's what Messinger said.

He's in love, you see

with John Beaver.

- Now, drink this.

[coughing]

- There is no city.

Mrs. Beaver has covered
it in chromium plating

and converted it into flats.

Very suitable for base love.

[swallowing]

[coughing]

Nasty medicine.

[speaking foreign language]

Hello?

Feeling a great deal better.

I must thank you, Mr. Todd.

- There's medicine for
everything in the forest.

To make you well and to
make you ill.

My mother was a Peewee
and she taught

me many of them.

- But surely, you're English.

- My father was.

At least, a barbarian.

Can you read?

- Yes, of course.

- It's not everyone who
is so fortunate.

I cannot.

- But I suppose you don't
have much opportunity here.

- Oh, yes.

That's just it.

I have a great many books.

I'll show you when
you're better.

Until five years ago,
there was a black man.

He used to read to me every day,

until he died.

You shall read to me when
you're better.

- I shall be delighted to.

- Yes.

You shall read to me.

Do you believe in God?

- Yes, I suppose so.

I've never really thought
about it much.

- I've thought about it
a great deal.

And I still do not know.

Charles Dickens,

now, he believed.

- You're fond of Dickens?

- Yes, of course.

More than fond.

I have his entire works.

[laughing]

I've read them all several
times, but I never get tired.

It takes a long time to
read them all.

More than two years.

The black man's grave.

Barnabas Washington.

To commemorate his death

and your arrival.

[light flute music]

"There was a confused
little crowd of people,

"principally children,

"gathered about the house
at which we stopped,

"which had a tarnished
brass plate on the door

"with the inscription Jellyby.

"'Don't be frightened!' he said,

"looking in at the coach window.

"'One of the young
Jellybys been and got

"his head through the
area railings!'"

- Mrs. Jellyby does not
take enough care

of those children.

- "'Oh, poor child,' said I.

"'Let me out, if you please

"'Now, pray be careful of
yourself, Miss.

"'The young Jellybys are always

"up to something'" said Mr.
Guppy. "

- Repeat the name,

I've forgotten it.

- Mr. Guppy.

- Yes.

Yes, I remember him well.

You read beautifully,

with a far better accent
than the black man.

And you explain better.

It's almost as though my
father were here again.

- This is a lot to get through.

I hope I shall be able
to finish it before I go.

- Oh, yes.

Do not disturb
yourself about that.

You'll have time to finish it.

- [Brenda] Mr. Graceful, I've
got to have some more money.

- I should have thought
that was really

a question for your
bank manager.

- My husband can't
possibly have meant

to leave me stranded like this,
can he?

Oh, I see.

Well, that's that, then,
isn't it?

- It certainly looks
as if it were.

- There's just one thing.

Do you know,

I mean, can you tell me

whether Mr. Last made
another will?

- I'm afraid that is a
thing I cannot discuss.

- No, of course not.

I'm sorry if it was
wrong to ask.

I just wanted to know how I
stood with him, that's all.

- Perhaps I can say as
much as this,

to guide you.

The heirs to Hetton are
now his cousins.

The Richard Lasts at
Princes Risborough.

I think that your knowledge
of your husband will tell you

that he would always wish his
fortune to go with the estate.

In order that it may
be preserved

in what he holds to be
its right condition.

- Yes, of course.

I should've thought of that.

- Mr. Last, the Indians
tell me you've

been trying to speak with them.

It is easier that you say
anything you wish through me.

You realize, do you not,
that they would do nothing

without my authority?

They regard themselves,
quite rightly in many cases,

as my children.

- Well, as a matter of
fact, I was asking them

about a canoe.

- So they gave me to understand.

- Mr. Todd, I must
speak frankly.

You saved my life.

And when I get back to
civilization,

I will reward you to
the best of my ability.

But at present, you are
keeping me here

against my will.

I demand to be released.

- But, my friend, what
is keeping you?

You're under no restraint.

Go when you like.

- You know very well I can't
get away without your help.

- In that case, you must
humor an old man.

And now, perhaps, we might
have another chapter.

- Mr. Todd, I swear by
anything you like,

that when I get back to
Manaus, I will find someone

to take my place.

I will pay a man to read
to you all day.

- But I have no need
of another man.

You read so well.

- I have read for the last time.

- Oh.

I hope not.

- "'I think there's a pain
somewhere in the room,

"said Mrs. Gradgrind,

"'but I couldn't positively
say that I have got it.'

"After this strange speech,

"she lay silent for some time.

"Louisa, holding her
hand, could feel no pulse.

"But kissing it,
could see a slight

"thin thread of life
in fluttering motion."

- Poor woman.

Yes, of course she dies.

I'd quite forgotten.

Well, I enjoyed that very much.

It's an extremely
distressing chapter,

but if I remember rightly,

it will all turn out well.

Excuse me one moment.

[speaking foreign language]

It's one of the local feast days

and they're making pivari.

You may not like it,
but you should try some.

We will go over to this
man's house tonight.

- "I, James Todd of Brazil,

"do swear to Barnabas
Washington of Georgetown,

"that if he finish this
book, in fact, Hard Times,

"I will let him go away
as soon as finished.

"Mr. Todd made this mark.

"Signed Barnabas Washington."

[speaking foreign language]

[percussive music]

Thank you.

- Drink it all without
lowering the cup.

That is the etiquette.

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Thanks, Mate.

- [Cook] Sir.

- A pie, please.

- Pork or beef?

- Pork, I think.

- Tuppence, please.

Thank you, good night.

[percussive music]
[speaking foreign language]

[percussive music]
[speaking foreign language]

[crying]

- How do you feel?

- Rotten.

That drink didn't seem to
agree with me.

You haven't seen my watch,
have you?

Have you seen my watch?

- You've missed it?

- Yes, I thought I
was wearing it.

I say, I've never slept so long.

- Not since you were a baby.

Do you know how long?

Two days.

- Nonsense, I can't have.

- Yes, indeed.

It's a long time.

It's a pity.

Because you missed our visitors.

- Visitors?

- Why, yes.

I've been quite entertained
while you were asleep.

Three men from outside.

Englishmen.

It's a pity you missed them.

A pity for them, too, as
they particularly

wished to see you.

But what could I do?

You were so sound asleep.

They'd come all the
way to find you.

So, as you could not
greet them yourself,

I gave them a little souvenir,

your watch.

They wanted something
to take back to England,

where a reward is being
offered for news of you.

They were very pleased with it.

They also took some
photographs of the little cross

we put up, to
commemorate your arrival.

They were pleased with that,
too.

[laughing]

They were very easily pleased.

I don't suppose they will
visit us again.

Our life here is so retired.

No pleasures, but reading.

I'll give you something
to make you feel better.

We will not have any
Dickens today,

But tomorrow

and the day after that.

And the day after that.

[dramatic orchestral music]

Let us read Little Dorrit again.

There are passages in that book

which I can never hear without
the temptation to weep.

- [Father] As we remember
Anthony Last, in our hearts,

and in our prayers,
let us look back to him

as he was here at Hetton.

Squire of our village,
beloved friend to us all.

And let this memorial

stand as a true mark of
our thanksgiving

for a life which was of
service to us all.

In the name of the Father,
the Son,

and the Holy Ghost, Amen.

- [Group] Amen.

- Thank you, father.

That was very nice.

Thank you.

- [Father] Yes, thank you.

- I'm glad we put that up.

You know, I should never
have thought of it,

if it had not been for Mrs.
Beaver.

- Was it Mrs. Beaver's idea?

- Yes, she said that as one
of Tony's closest friends,

she knew he would wish to have
some monument here at Hetton.

She was most obliging,
even offering to make

the arrangements with
the contractors for it.

Her own plans were
more ambitious.

She proposed redecorating
the chapel as a chantry.

But I think this is what
Tony might have preferred.

The stone comes from
one of our own quarries,

and was cut by the
estate workmen.

- Yes, I think he would've
preferred this.

- Are you sure I can't
persuade you to stay the night?

You'd be most welcome.

- Thank you, but no.

Jock has to make a speech
in the house this evening.

- Of course.

Oh, have you seen these
young fellows?

Teddy's idea.

He's hoping to breed from them.

The little vixen got her brush

badly bitten during the night.

Must have got it through
the wire into the next cage.

Tricky birds, foxes.

Well, if you're sure...

[light orchestral music]

[dramatic orchestral music]