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Come on, Daisy chap. Let's get you for a hit and a-mam.

You come along with me and take a look at big owls. You like it and know you will.

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

Lottie? Lottie, where are you?

How many times could I change the stage?

Where is that child? Lottie!

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

What a treat it is to see you.

You too, Charlie. I've heard that I've had a long time.

The trains are simply awful.

The train's all right. The passengers are all staying.

You look wonderful.

Close the country and they'd blow an opening.

Oh, it's a nice modest old place. You got here, Charlie.

Oh, but, Louisa, you're cold, my dear.

Pickering seat in a power limit. The redgy thing is practically dead.

I didn't come all this way just to go. I've got a hotel to run, remember.

You are sweetness itself to come all this way.

Sweetness may be. It's all better for you.

My earful. Could make Edna Taylor your letter.

Well, Margaret and I both needed a tonic.

Who more obvious than you, Louisa?

All right, you fine country fellow you, Naomi.

Better show me over the family room.

A pleasure, Mother.

Well, this is my little brother.

Now, can I introduce to Mrs. Trotter?

Louisa, this is my fellow lover, L Nanny.

I hope you'll have been to talk to this,

because she'll tell you the most fiendish lies about my youth.

Oh, good, dear.

Be good, Jimmy.

Life's quite different here, of course.

Like turning the clock back on partly childhood memories, I suppose.

Part of the style of the place.

Oh, I'm glad so many.

Actually, digging of the past has become my passion.

Dig any out?

Yes, or literally, I mean, you know, with an axe and a shovel.

Oh, blimey, this ends a bit nasty.

That's a bit of it.

Now, as a matter of fact, the local vic is something of an extra.

Oh, Charlie.

Margaret, are you lovely, my stupid.

Well, where'd you become?

Why ever should I be cold, Charles?

Louisa, have very nice to see you.

The point is, Louisa, you understand, Charles so well.

Now that the shooting season is over, he's getting frightfully poor.

The whole day, I pour love.

What a shame.

And to go without shooting pheasantcent, slaughtering wooders,

you're a good friend.

I'm a good friend.

I'm a good friend.

I'm a good friend.

And to go without shooting pheasantcent, slaughtering woodcock four times a week

is a great hardship for a man.

But, of course.

Oh.

Well, Scott, into you, Charlie.

If you ask me your bowl because you're boring.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Getting to be just like father, I suppose.

Oh, God, if you tell me that a few years ago, I wouldn't have believed you.

And if we told you now, you'd shoot us.

Yeah, but only in season.

The next time I catch you out there, I'll skin you.

Now you'll have not but bread and milk for supper, you gombless child.

Come on.

I'll sit down there and don't move.

Do you know what I found her?

Oh, don't let her talk.

Oh, yeah.

The times I've told her to stay in the kitchen.

Will she listen?

No.

Come on.

Get your tea.

There we are.

Hi, now.

Who is she?

Well, she's no friend of her ladyships, that's certain.

Well, where's she's from then?

Oh, friend of Lord Hazelmy is most likely.

If you know what I mean.

No.

Well, why not?

Oh, yes, I know right enough.

Oh, yes, I know right enough.

Was it the summer of 1908 when I first came here, Charles?

I think so.

I remember the house was simply swarming with people.

It was one of those heavenly house parties your mother used to give.

I was quite dazzled.

In the afternoon, Charles and I went out on the lake.

Oh.

And Charles' mother, frightfully regal in a cream-laced gown,

stood on the terrace calling us.

We didn't come in.

Well, don't you remember, Charles?

Well, no, I don't.

You've mentioned it before, but I honestly haven't the slightest recollection of that afternoon.

I think I'll go to bed.

Yes, of course, right?

Yeah, it's quite late.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Louisa, I'm so awfully glad that you could come.

Nanny, Nanny, where are you?

Well, God, I haven't seen Margaret Halfsage, only for months.

She's excited to see you, Louisa.

Yeah, but she looks so white and pasty.

Yes, well, she's not been tip-topped for some time.

Sickness.

Headaches, that sort of thing.

She's seen her doctor.

Oh, yes, yes, that's the local chap.

She used to test him.

I don't think we never did far that much, couldn't it either?

Oh, but there's something seriously wrong with it, you understand?

That means she hides herself away too much.

And there's no one she's specially taken to up here.

Except the vicar.

He comes and chats, reads to her when she's stuck in bed, that sort of thing.

It's a good chap.

We go and digs together here, and I... Oh, yes, I told you.

I told you.

But you see, when Margaret has no close woman friend...

What have you been up to, my boy?

Nothing you shouldn't have, I trust?

I have been the model of domestic virtue.

Oh, Louisa.

It's so good to see you.

See you here.

It's good to be here.

It's a bit harder to tell you.

I know.

I thought you and Margaret might like to amuse yourselves having a girl at this place.

Now, do you mind?

Well, look at it.

Me to say, it's hardly the model of fashionable good taste, is it?

No, no, you can't imagine it, it isn't.

Dashing all Louisa, we need to be woken from our time on as stupor.

Hey, you need your new cocon on.

Shh, she's irreplaceable.

But, Charlie, that girl needs most of all his babies.

And I'll come help you there.

What are you doing in here, little tyke?

Go on, get out.

Out.

What you waiting for?

Out.

Out.

Out.

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Hi.

Hi.

Let's go.

Let's be alright.

Go on.

Happy hour.

What are you doing out there?

I'm going around.

He's in there.

We don't need money.

I'm not an amateur.

Wicked though he was.

Mostly.

Oh, how wicked as they come.

And he thought he'd only got to smile to get away with it.

It's a shame there, but I have to grow up.

Oh, I don't know. I prefer men to boys myself.

God forgive me.

Even his lordship and I love him well enough.

Still, sometimes I wish you were not a man.

Well, will you have him be instead a mermaid?

No, no, no.

I just wish you were a little chap again.

Lady Azemere's not well, is she?

Poor dear.

Doctor No, good is he?

He's good enough.

There's now to Doctor Condor for our complaint.

What's your complaint?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh!

Oh!

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Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Mm.

Oh, you do it, Louisa.

It's not the point of blooming exercise, is it?

You feeling all right?

Yes, perfectly all right.

Charles exaggerates dreadfully, you know.

Where's Charles?

I don't know.

Where's Charles?

I don't know.

Out.

He's always out.

Oh, come on.

Let's get out of this bloody mold before we take root.

Yes.

Well, when I was a kid, I want to be a school mistress.

I didn't have the chance.

No money.

It's a left school when I was 12.

Started off in a made-up of work, shooting a week.

That's terrible, really.

Still I didn't own so much I'd done anything.

Well, almost anything to get away.

And a long fat plait down me back then.

All right, he's wearing long dresses, but I love that plait.

Dotto, kitty.

So what do you want to be?

I think I just wanted to be free to get out into the world.

But brought up as I was a little easier, respectable alternatives

were few and far between.

Then when I met Charles, I just wanted to be his wife,

which was apparently all right.

Hang on, Dotto.

Hang on, hang on.

Get it.

Oh.

So what do you want now then?

Oh, to be happy, I suppose.

Well, that's no good, is it?

What happiness is it?

Simple, isn't it?

Well, you can't go to a shop and buy it, can you?

There's the sort of thing that creeps up on you,

and you least expect it.

Sometimes when you don't even want it.

The wheeze there.

Look, that little boat over there.

Yes.

It's the one we used when we went out on the lake.

Do you remember me telling you?

Yeah.

Charles rode right out into the middle.

And then, of course, we couldn't agree

on where the middle was.

Then he put up the oars and the boat drifted.

It was more very sunny.

Every now and then, a moor hen called.

But otherwise, not a sound.

Nothing.

No one, just us.

15.

Oh, Louisa, where have all the happy, innocent times

of my life gone?

Do you think I love Charles too much?

I very much doubt it.

They do say love is more important to a woman.

I don't know if she's got nothing else to think about.

In my opinion, there's a load of rubbish talked about love.

No, if ever you really get it.

Don't try and make it last for always.

You want to stop it quick, frame it.

And you always have it to look back on, fresh.

Can't get on with a real business of life, did you,

don't they?

You want me?

Yes, I do.

I do.

Hello.

What are you two so cheery about?

We've been talking about love.

Well, I never knew that ladies found love a laughing mat.

Well, you know me, Charlie, I don't know nothing, seriously.

Just can't leave all of me alone.

All of them friends will sing.

And us kind of need us, need us.

Oh, we are more than one thing.

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We look at that baby.

He's a nice enough little baby.

I don't love it.

It could be anyone as far as uncle said.

What do you think you're doing in here?

Your little tyke.

This morning.

I'm going to get you a little tyke.

What do you think you're doing in here?

Your little tyke.

I'm going to get you a little tyke.

I'm going to get you a little tyke.

I'm going to get you a little tyke.

I'm going to get you a little tyke.

I'm going to get you a little tyke.

This morning.

I want to say something about the need for all of us

to observe death.

To look and listen well.

Before jumping to all sorts of fancy notions.

Silly superstitions.

In conversation recently with the neighbor.

The old chap remarked that it was clear to him

that the cock's styling is an habitual biggest.

I have been on intimate terms with starlings for some 40 years

and I have observed no serious symptoms of big

and the cause is simple.

I'm happy to have it.

I've never heard a sermon.

I'm getting my life.

Bigger means not common around here.

It's not the local vice so far as I know.

I think he'll chat with the money on about superstition

and bigotry he often does.

Mind you, he's fighting a losing battle.

Old habits die hard and you may have noticed his area

is not remarkable for his advanced thought.

Why should they change?

Changes sometimes altogether desirable then do you think?

You don't feel sick to you, mother?

Not in the slightest.

All I can say to you, Margaret is the top of your lovely head.

To be honest, I'd rather hold a conversation with you

in a bunch of oranges.

Louisa, I do wish you wouldn't.

You seem to forget that.

What are you doing, is it?

When did you last have a proper meal, Margaret?

Look at you, your skin and bone.

I can't eat.

What?

I can't eat!

Why the hell not?

I mustn't. It makes me ill when I eat, I'm sick.

Well, it's small wonder she doesn't eat the map you're cooked so far.

It's not that bad. It's not the food I tell you.

Besides, I'm sure she usually eats it.

Look, she doesn't look so bad.

She looks bloody awful.

It's a small wonder she doesn't have babies carrying on like this.

I should never have murdered, never.

Never. I'm no good as a wife.

I'll never be any good as a wife.

Nanny? Nanny, come here once with you. Nanny!

Right, all right. I'm not with Dad.

What is it, my little lover?

Never mind the law. Nanny's in here.

Take Mrs. Portley's oldest.

That child's no more her own than his my.

They couldn't have none.

So they thought.

In a minute, that little lad was theirs.

She felt for one of it all.

Hey, she's gone on year after year.

No. It's the... it's the fratching and...

the worrying over it that stopped yoving babies.

But now then.

Look what I've got for you.

The trouble I went to, getting that for you, never believe it.

You're very kind, Nanny.

What about the Richard's child?

I'm not a good lady.

I'm not a good lady.

What about the Richard's child?

Lottie.

That little thing is as all as scotting in here as she has no business.

Yes, Lottie.

I've heard it said that she's adopted.

She's that, mind you with them, there's been no more.

And that one's such a little devil.

I don't suppose I'd thank you for another.

How did they come to find her?

Oh.

I don't know all over.

I think his lordship knew of an orphan in London that no one wanted.

But I'll tell you this.

All wanted babies are easier to find than a proper witch stick.

A witch stick with power must be cooked from a rowan tree, never seen in your life before.

It's not true, it's not true!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

It's just a long, soft moment to act.

She's the soon.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

And I thought she'd leave you at 2 pm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

I don't know.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

I don't know.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

From now on, I prepare all the meals myself.

That old cat in the kitchen can lock at a lumpet.

That's what Margaret needs.

Good food and fresh air.

A bit of fun.

And more loving attention from his blooming lordship, right?

Right.

Right.

Man, what you're doing there, butter fingers.

Well, Charles.

We've got patience.

Listen, tell me.

Your turn, Charlie.

See, I mustn't eat.

I mustn't.

What in hell am I supposed to do with a woman like that?

What is it she wants?

Do you know because I'm down dividing.

You're right, Lisa.

She isn't a woman anymore.

She's a spot demented child.

I'm sick to death.

Oh, Mrs. O'od.

I'll sit with Lady Haizume.

What if I speak my mind, Margaret?

Of course.

I don't think you're real.

I'll think you're just letting yourself go.

I feel so tired.

There was gone wrong between you two, I?

I don't have to talk to you.

Giving off, or Charles, you'd just turn your face to the wall

and give up, wouldn't you?

Now, if you want to get will, we're going to have to work at it,

my girl, together.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

He holds her with his glittering eye, the charming guest stands.

And still, and listens like a three-year-old, the master hath his win.

I'm dead again.

I feel like a ghost at night sitting here alone.

Some I never imagined being in this place alone.

Can't get used to it.

This house has always meant parties, friendly faces everywhere, voices, children.

Now look at it.

Listen, not a sound.

Is that the bloody wind?

Oh well, what the hell.

And you, my dear Louisa, what of you?

Oh, I don't know. I feel jumpy.

I had tempered, I couldn't sleep.

You don't think Margaret knows about Lottie, do you?

Oh, it's always gossip.

You're not blaming Nanny again, aren't you?

Yeah, all right.

See you Lottie again.

Nice to remember things I haven't thought of in years.

Oh, that sort of thing.

Being that age myself.

What I thought I'd do with my life.

Then I look at her and I think,

oh, what can she do with her life, poor little blighter?

I mean, what sort of choice has a kid like that got, Charlie?

What sort of choice did you have at her age?

I knew what I wanted.

Well, maybe Lottie knows what she wants.

Maybe not.

Either way, it's her own life and it's the only life she knows.

I don't go putting ideas and memories of your own into her hand.

I can't help it.

And now you feel, Louisa.

But neither of us can step in and play fairy godmother now.

Lottie gave up that right when Lottie was only a few weeks old.

Oh, the riches are a decent sort of people.

Lottie's a tough little thing.

She'll be all right.

I sometimes wonder what sort of choice Margaret had anyway.

What do you mean?

Marriage or marriage?

Yes.

But not motherhood.

No.

And how's it worked out in bed, Charlie?

It hasn't.

Not for a long time.

But you said nothing about it, partly out of...

Well, Lottie, I suppose, to Margaret, partly out of...

Wounded pride.

I never did take kindly to rejection.

Well, you see the...

I really need it, I'm sure.

I resigned myself to losing our daughter.

Is that all my hopes in Margaret?

In our life together, the estate, children, thought of nothing else, and then...

My divine and loving young wife became disgusted by the thought of making love, disgusted by me.

I am made of flesh and blood, and she, currently, is made of air.

Oh, my God.

Well, look at the way she was brought up, Charlie.

Well, stuff the old uncle had thought she'd wilt if anyone so much had looked at her.

No, I bore it all in mine, I was, I hope, gentle and considerate, but...

I honestly think Margaret believes sexy, some lunatic perverted invention of my health.

It's a miracle to meet the up-of-class who didn't die there altogether.

But Louise, the most upper-class young ladies have a highly developed sense of duty.

They grit their teeth and bear it.

Margaret Paul, go, just...

Oh, God only knows what's wrong with her.

This afternoon, I wanted to turn upside down and shake you like a kid would swallow the nail.

But when the nail fell out, she'd be all right again.

What's this, Charlie?

I don't know, why? Because of what, isn't it?

Yeah, I suppose so.

I was just found it somewhere. Not important.

Oh, well.

What the hell, they?

One thing I do know, Charlie.

No matter what sort of doctor we bring in, Margaret's not going to get better unless she believes you love her.

No.

I see in the paper this morning, there's a cruise in me.

P&O lines, sounds awfully good.

And calls it Sicily, Venice, Cofu.

Wouldn't that be the most tremendous treat?

If you're fit enough by then.

Margaret, I...

I want you to see another doctor.

Louisa knows of a nerve specialist in London.

No.

Please, my dear.

This can't go on forever.

I won't be looked out and questioned and told what to do.

Besides, what do I want to see a nerve specialist for?

Look at you!

What are you trying to do?

You're like a little girl, spoiling her favorite doll out of sheer spite.

Why are you doing it?

Of course I don't know, Charles.

Help me!

You're like a little bird.

It was so frail and tiny.

Why won't you eat my dolly?

I don't know. I can't explain it even when I'm hungry.

The fool has caused me.

I need you, my dearest heart. I need you well.

Yes.

I need you with me, again.

Yes.

This can get better.

I will.

I will get better.

Charles, don't make me see another doctor.

I'll get better.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

What an absolute beast of the day.

Well, worth a bit of a sentence, eh?

Certainly has.

Certainly has.

The model thing is, in all my years of digging,

you've been in a blank basement, but you've never heard of.

Oh, hold on.

You both touched your jacket cold out there today, I suppose.

No, suppose you noticed it till you were soaked, Ron.

Oh, you're worse than a couple of kids.

No, Mr. Cilio Henanne.

Mrs. Trotter, what news about our patient?

Is she to join us later?

Of course, she's much impromptu.

Oh, I'm so glad.

How can we celebrate some Valentine's Day without her?

Oh, Louise, we've been working wonders, Alex.

Our cleverness knows no bounds.

Yeah, maybe clever.

But my cleverness can't make any of this little thing.

There you go, Mrs. Old.

Why, it's a witch stick.

Oh, my, the guest.

What's a witch stick?

It's quite harmless.

Just a piece of ryan tree.

But under the proper circumstances, it's supposed to be a powerful charm against witches.

I should keep it about you.

I know this bit of nonsense come to be at the end of Lady Hazel Meers bed.

I'm perfectly.

And who in else supposed to be the witch, Ron, here?

Oh.

Oh, why?

I don't ask.

But our ladyship's been wasting away.

For no reason our body could understand.

And nobody's been doing out as made any difference as far as I could see.

This is a madhouse.

No.

Not mad.

It's possessed.

My spirits has worn go away.

And you.

A man of the church.

Not lifting a finger to do your proper work.

I've never professed to able to lay spirits as you think I should.

Yes.

But if I was to call them one of the old wise men, they would have done soot.

They would have bashed more powerful conjure as the newer churchmen.

And now they're all gone.

You're probably right, man, eh?

I know I'm right.

There's no one her body can turn too far out now.

Sherry, Alec.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well, you're late.

Do you pocket us out?

Come on, empty him out.

And they feed you at home.

Yes.

Well, don't look like it.

Don't tell, will ya?

No, of course I won't tell.

Oh, no.

Yeah, cross me out, Altar darling.

But if I find you in here, thieving again,

I'll give you the hiding of your life.

What's this, then?

I'm getting those at your age, are you?

No.

Who's it then?

It's.

Yeah?

It's just lordship.

But it's now to do with me.

Oh, I see.

Put it on his desk, shall I?

Who are you planning to be when you grow up?

Yeah.

Now off you go.

Quick, before I change my mind.

I'm going to be best seeing you in England, Mrs..

I want to look especially pretty this evening, darling.

Yes, my pet.

Very, very pretty.

You look lovely, love.

You often say I look pretty when it's not true.

Which is very kind, but it makes you awfully unreliable.

Well, you certainly do look very pretty today, madam.

Fact is, Nanny.

I want to look even prettier than Mrs. Trotter.

Well, Mrs. Trotter's nothing in comparison with you.

OK.

How absolutely gorgeous to be downstairs again.

You must let the little chap go, naughty.

Why, Dad?

Because he must find himself a whore, man, a maid.

And they'll have babies.

That's right.

My bad dish is great, clumsy girl.

Nice, your mum's so much older.

You're the people's mum sometimes.

We were older when you were born.

That's why he had your floss.

Why was he older?

He just was.

That's right.

You took a long time coming.

All this was an awkward little blind, you see?

Why isn't one lady here?

So may it got no kids.

It's the way of it, isn't it?

Why?

Just is, that's why.

Is it a long time coming?

That's right.

Where do the babies wait?

What do you mean, lass?

If they take a long time coming, where do they wait?

We've got enough.

Lottie, come on, home time.

And remember, first thing good morning,

you take that word and give it back where you found it.

Yes, Dad.

They saw me dance the hook up.

They saw me cover the ground.

They saw my cook till flying.

As I jumped my partner round.

When the band convinces playing, my feet begin to go.

For a rolling, romping polka is the joyous dance I know.

But now I'm old and shaky.

My back is bench, you see.

My limbs are rather quicky and scarcely bare with me.

I never asked to dances.

I placed upon the chef.

But although I'm rheumatic, still as long as I'm an attic,

I'll dance it by myself.

You shall see me dance the hook loud.

See me cover the ground.

You should see my cook till flying.

As I humble myself around.

If I hear one morgan playing, my feet begin to go.

For a rolling, romping polka is the joyous dance I know.

A rolling, romping polka is the joyous dance I know.

A rolling, romping polka is the joyous dance.

I got it right.

Wow.

Well, do you know good, Lord.

No good at all.

No, don't fuss, Nanny.

We'll just stuff you think you are.

There's no doubt, help me.

I've lost my real vacation in life.

Yeah, well, if they ever turn you out

your present comfortable position,

you come to me off on a place for a week.

Oh, will he?

Oh.

Do you know how to place that down?

I'm sure.

But darling, don't you think you ought to go to bed now?

What's that?

I don't know how to fish my pipe.

Apparently, I have a secret admirer.

Really?

It's the richest child.

He has a secret passion for me.

The richest child?

That little brat.

Is it really?

I think it's rather charming.

I think it's perfectly beastly.

The mother obviously has no control of her.

She shouldn't be allowed in the house.

Do you hear me?

I'm too tired.

I'm so tired.

I'm coming to bed.

I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

Hello, Charles.

Hi, Martin.

I'm over.

I'm afraid.

Damn shame.

None of you take care of her.

I must leave you.

Thank you so much for your delightful hospitality.

I'm Charlie DeHazel.

We'll continue to improve.

Oh, yes.

I'm so sure.

I'll just fetch my cookies.

You know, I think when I first came here, one of my parishioners

was much upset by the loss of her witch stick.

But Mally, I said, sure you don't believe in witches.

I wish it was most indignant.

Not believing witches.

We are Ken's.

Well, there's 11 in the village at this present time.

No, no, it wouldn't be to be without me witch stick.

Oh, yes.

It's very common the belief in witches.

It's true to say that the wise men, the conjurers,

as Nanny calls them, are great pies.

No, they're constroder.

You don't believe all that rubbish do you?

Well, unfortunately, 30 years in the church has left me believing

everything and nothing.

Good night, Mrs. Trotter.

Good night, Charles.

Good night, Al.

No, no, Charles.

You're quite wrong.

This is nowhere near the middle.

My dear young lady, I've been raring snakes since I was a boy.

It has no mysteries.

Even the precise point of its middle has been revealed to me.

Thank you.

Good night.

I like your vicar, fella.

Yeah, he's a delight.

Doc's a lot of sense too, isn't he?

Well, you were not.

We've been shocked in the old days.

Are you suggesting that I was a silly, superficial young man?

Yeah, in some way he was.

I can't tell you how much I'd like to be that young man again.

Never looked back, Charlie.

I've discovered what a bad idea it is.

Oh, Charlie, I'm frightened.

What are you frightened of?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, it's cold in here.

When we dark, I know.

Come on.

This larmony old place, I'm a bitch.

Oh, my lady, she's not in a room.

She's now late to be found.

Oh, Mr. Charlie.

What do you mean she's now late to be found?

What do you mean she's now late to be found?

What do you mean she's now late to be found?

She's coming outside?

Mary!

Mary!

I think we're going to be a little bit more clever.

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh yeah.

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