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[Dogs barking]

[Lndistinct yelling]

[Giggling]

Whoa!

Ah, that was a great run!

Whose is that?

Ah!

You, missy!

Where do you think
you're going?

To the stables
with Josh, Fa,

to fetch Labby.

Labby's forbid in the house.

Filthy brute.

Oh, Fa, she didn't mean it.

It is unfair.

What's poor Labby done?

She was sick this morning

in Fa's study on the chair.

When he came to...

That's enough, miss.

At least I can say
good night to Labby.

Hmm.

Just don't try any tricks on,
that's all.

I know how sly you are,
Miss Linda,

spotting the cracks,

popping the thin end
of the wedge in

when nobody's looking.

This time,
I'm not having any of it.

Labby stays in the stables.

Of course, Fa,
I'll only say good night.

ADULT FANNY: Linda was not only
my favorite cousin,

but then and for many years,
my favorite human being.

Her father, Lord Alconleigh...

my Uncle Matthew...

resembled his children
in this,

like them, he knew
no middle course.

He either loved or he hated,

and, generally, it must
be said, he hated.

You've gone very quiet,
both of you.

There's no charge for a little
light conversation.

I was thinking how lucky Linda
was to have Labby,

even if she is banished
just now.

You've got Brenda.

Oh, I hope you left
Brenda behind

in your Aunt Emily's house.

That mouse stinks
like merry hell.

Brenda died at the end
of last term.

Oh, no great loss,
I should say.

Of all the mice I ever knew,

Brenda was the most
utterly dismal.

I suppose she was rather dull.

She was a sewer.

What's keeping Linda?

Oh, don't let's wait...
I'm hungry.

Come on, Uncle Matthew.

[Scoffs]

Come on.

There you are,
darling Labby.

You let kind Josh
wrap you up.

I still don't see the point,
Miss Linda.

When you carry that bundle in,

they'll know you're
up to something.

I'm going to say it's
botanical specimens

I've been collecting.

And, of course, your pa is
going to believe you.

Well, just don't let on I give
you the blanket, that's all.

Thank you, Josh.
You're a real Hon.

[Horse neighs]

MOTHER: Say good night to your
brother, children.

- Good night!
- Oh, good night.

ADULT FANNY:
Like my Uncle Matthew,

my Aunt Sadie lived in
a perpetual state of surprise

at having filled
so many cradles,

about the future of whose
occupants

they seemed to have
no particular policy.

SADIE: Where's Linda?

GIRL: She's saying
good night to Labby.

Filthy brute.

La pauvre Labby s'emmerde
de la chaise de Papa.

[Giggling]

What was that?

They're just repeating
something

which mademoiselle said.

I do think mademoiselle
should be more accurate.

From what I heard,

Labby didn't s'emmerde
anywhere.

She was sick.

Yes, darling, I think we've
had enough of the subject.

Gosh, I'm hungry.

Have some nice
hot toast, duck.

Fanny's mouse... Brenda.

What about
Fanny's mouse Brenda?

Brenda died.

She got a sore back and died.

I wonder why she got
a sore back.

Do you think Fanny
had been riding her?

Jassy!

I didn't tell you because I knew
it would upset you.

Where is Brenda buried?

Next door to Fanny's robin.

She's got a dear little cross,

and her coffin was lined
with pink satin.

- Shut up.
- Eat your toast, duck.

Can I have Gentleman's Relish
on it?

Oh, well...

That would be horribly unfair.

None of us is ever
allowed Gentleman's Relish

because it's bad for children

and only here for Fa.

And just because Linda
pumps up a few crocodile tears

for that horrid,
smelly Brenda...

I'm afraid Louisa's right, duck.

With so many of you, if I once
start making exceptions...

It'll be the thin end
of the wedge.

SADIE: Oh, now look what...

Now that was all your
fault, children.

If you hadn't started her off...

Oh, Bob!

How are you?

- Hello, Bob.
- Hello, Sadie.

MATTHEW: Now don't call your
mother Sadie.

[Talking excitedly]

[Speaking French]

We can't come yet, Lucille.

Bob's only just got home.

SADIE: Now, look, go with
Lucille, you two.

There's plenty of time
to see Bob tomorrow.

BOTH: It is unfair.

SADIE: I've just been
telling you,

with so many of you
to look after,

I can't start making exceptions.

Bed for you two is now.

Just this once?

- Oh, well, I...
- Now you be firm, Sadie.

Otherwise it'll be
the thin end of the wedge.

[Speaking French]

[Laughter]

What was all that about?

Everyday
French conversation, Fa.

MAID: Milord, Milady,

telephone for Miss Linda
or Miss Frances.

Come on, Fanny!

Where have you hidden Labby?

Guess.
They'll never find her.

Yes!

Miss Linda Radlett.

Oh, it's you, Polly!

Polly Hampton.

No, no, of course
we hadn't forgotten.

Heavens, how exciting!
Do tell.

All right, tomorrow then.
I can hardly wait.

Yes, yes, we'll he ready
at half past 10:00.

Goodbye, Polly.

Ready at half past 10:00?

She's got something special
to show us... a surprise.

Goody!

Now, shall we go
and see darling Labby?

No, if we're away any longer,
they'll suspect.

We want them in a good temper
to let us go early tomorrow.

Why should they mind that?

Be missing your music lesson,
for one thing.

Anyhow, you know how funny
grown-up people always get

if anyone wants to change
the arrangements.

MATTHEW: That's long enough.

Yes, Fa, we're finished.

Are we going to pack?

Come on, shall we have
a game of snakes and ladders?

Yes, all right.

Haven't you got too much
homework?

No.

What was all that about?

Polly Hampton.

They're sending the car early
for me and Fanny tomorrow.

Why is that, duck?

Polly's got a surprise for us.

What about your
music lesson?

Oh, please,
just this once.

What will Fa say?

That it's the thin end
of the wedge.

No, he won't.

You know how he always,
always gives in

when it's anything to do with
Lord and Lady Montdore.

How very noticing
you've become these days.

Well, I won't say you're
wrong, duck,

so I suppose
it'll be all right

as long as Lady Montdore
doesn't mind about the car.

I can't think why
she insists on sending it.

Condescending,
that's why.

I could just as well
take you in mine.

Oh, but the Montdores'
Rolls is such heaven.

Real fur on the seats.

Oh, the bliss of it rubbing
on one's bottom...

not like the horrid, scratchy
stuff in yours.

So you're getting
too stuck up

to go in Sadie's car
any more?

A few more invitations
to Hampton

and you won't want to
know us.

Bob's jealous because he's not
invited over there tomorrow.

And what would there be
for me to do

with a lot of silly
little girls?

Delicious lunch.

And Lord and Lady Montdore
will be there as well as us.

He's like a waxwork,
and she's like a vampire.

And Lord Montdore's sister
and her husband...

Boy Dougdale.

Soppy Boy Dougdale
and his wet soppy books.

He came over to
the Women's Institute

and gave a lecture
the other day,

just before Fanny came.

[Laughs]

BOB: Well, I'm glad I missed lt.

SADIE: I can't think
what there is to laugh about.

It's very difficult to get
someone to talk

at the Institute.

I was very grateful
to Mr. Dougdale.

I still think he's soppy.

Lady Montdore doesn't
think that.

She dotes.

Oh, duck, now
that's quite enough.

I'm sure she does nothing
of the sort.

I tell you, Lady Montdore
dotes on Boy Dougdale.

Though I'm not sure how much
he dotes back.

Keep a good look out
tomorrow, you two.

I shall expect
a full report.

[Piano plays, man sings]

Oh, isn't it blissy?

Aunt Sadie,

at last Uncle Matthew's
got a new record.

[Music continues]

ADULT FANNY: If the Radlett
children were always

in gales of giggles
or floods of tears,

Polly Hampton
was never in either.

Polly was still and deep.

GIRL: I always thought it was
just a boring old well.

And isn't it?

It looks the same as ever
to me.

Well, it isn't...
and here's the surprise.

Old Peter

from the home farm
told me that a long time ago,

a lady was caught out here
by her husband.

Caught out.

Doing it?

Yes, with her lover.

"Took in the fleshly deed" was
how old Peter put it.

The husband was so furious

he ran the lover through
with his sword,

then seized the jewels the lover
had given his wife,

and then flung them

down the well.

Then flung the lover
down after them.

And his wife to top it all off.

Goodness, what a temper...
all because she was doing it.

Grownups get very cross

if you do it with more
than one person.

Like your mother?

But I suppose if you
really love someone,

you don't want to do it
with anyone else.

Later on, they got the lover
and the lady out,

because they were worried
the well might get poisoned.

But the jewels have never
been found,

old Peter says.

So I thought we'd find them.

You mean go down in that bucket?

Oh, what fun!
Can I be the one to go down?

No, you're my guests,

and it might be dangerous.

You two wind me down.

Don't worry.

I'll share the jewels
with you.

I don't think this is
a very good idea.

Wind me down.
Go on.

I don't think your parents
would like it.

They'll be furious
when they hear.

My parents are not going
to hear.

Now, wind me down.

What's it like down there?

It's very dark
and vary damp.

Can you see any jewels?

No, not yet.

Wind me down a bit further.

I bet old Peter
was just telling tales.

Even if there are jewels
down there,

she'll never find them
in all the mud.

Don't spoil it, Fanny.

[Gasps]

Look at the rope!

Up again very slowly.

Hey, what are you doing?

Why did you bring me up?

FANNY: We got tired of holding
on to the handle.

How are you going to explain
all this mud?!

We'll say I slipped
in the garden.

I suppose we'd better go in now.

Mummy says we must
all rest before luncheon.

"I can't believe that,"
said Alice.

"Can't you?" the Queen said
in a pitying tone.

"Try again.

Draw a long breath
and shut your eyes."

Alice laughed.

"There's no use trying,"
she said.

"One can't believe
impossible things."

ADULT FANNY:
The Earl of Montdore

was beautiful to look at,
but empty...

like a woman
who has no sex appeal.

But Lady Montdore, however,

she was flesh and blood
all right,

a legend of worldly greed
and snobbishness,

and, therefore,
often supposed to be

of low or transatlantic origin,

when, in fact, she was
perfectly well born

and decently brought up.

And so she ought to have
known better.

LADY MONTDORE:
Did you hear me, Boy?

Sorry, Sonia.
Say again, please.

This new book
you're planning?

Well, it's about the emergence

of some of our leading
ducal families.

Oh, you'll have to
tread carefully.

Most of them wouldn't bear
much investigation.

[Laughs]

Not when they were
emerging.

I mean, take the Marlboroughs.

No, no, perhaps
we'd better not.

The first Duke of Marlborough,

when he was still
John Churchill,

sold his sister for money.

Where did you learn
that, Linda?

Oh, I just picked it up,
Lady Patricia.

Well, you shouldn't
mention it, Linda.

There are certain things
which we all know

but don't say aloud.

Yes, Lady Montdore.

LADY MONTDORE:
Now, Fanny's very sensible

about all that kind of thing.

You must advise
your cousin Linda, Fanny,

on what not to say out loud.

Yes, Lady Montdore.

Is there anything you want,
Mr. Dougdale?

No, thank you, Fanny.

Why don't you call me
Uncle Boy?

You, too, Linda.

Because you're
not our uncle.

You're Polly's uncle.

BOY: I know, but you could all
call me uncle.

It's what's known
as a courtesy title.

And I suppose you need one,

because you're the only person
in the room

who hasn't got
a real title already.

That's another subject
we don't mention, Linda.

In any case,

you and Fanny should always
refer to yourselves as Miss.

Oh, we do, but we still

actually have our "Hons,"
don't we...

unlike, poor Uncle Boy.

I hear you all had
a very nice time

in the garden this morning.

I'm told Polly was smothered
in mud when she came in...

so very unlike her.

Whatever
could have happened?

Nothing much, Mother.

I just slipped down a bank.

That's right, Lady Montdore.

She tripped over a worm caste
and slipped down a bank.

Tripped over a worm caste?

A very large one, Lady Montdore.

Worms can be very busy,
you know.

Did you ever have worms, Polly?
I did.

You can't imagine how fidgety
they are.

Then, oh, the heaven of it.

Dr. Simpson came and wormed me.

Well, you know how Doc Simp

has always been the love
of my life,

so you do see.

LOUISA: So what on Earth did
Lady Montdore say then?

LINDA: Everyone went very quiet.

FANNY: Not for the first time.

LINDA: And then I told them
about Fanny's Brenda

and made myself cry.

BOB: Lt'll be some time
before they ask you again.

LINDA: Oh, Fanny's the one
that Lady Montdore likes...

she's so very well behaved.

They only ask me
out of politeness,

because Fanny's staying here.

It'll be some time before
they ask any of you again.

They're going away.

They never said so at lunch.

It's still meant to be a secret.

They're going to India.

Lord Montdore's
going to be Viceroy.

They'll he away
for at least five years.

FANNY: Is Polly going, too?

SADIE: Yes.

FANNY: I'm surprised she
didn't say anything.

She's a close little thing...
Polly.

She's close beyond her years.

MATTHEW: Sadie.

- Mmm?
- I want you.

I can't find the tin
of gramophone needles.

Do tell quickly before
Sadie comes back

and gets annoyed.

How was
the Lecherous Lecturer?

FANNY: Boy Dougdale?

LOUISA: He had a go at you?

FANNY: Footy footy
at lunch.

You, too, I take it?

LINDA: It was when he came
to give his lecture

at Sadie's Institute place,

"All About Duchesses"...

and I suppose talking about them
excites him,

because after the lecture he
save us a foretaste of sex.

Think it was for thrill?

He took Louisa up onto the roof

and did all sorts
of blissful things to her.

Well, at least she could
see how they would be blissful

with anyone except
the Lecturer.

And I got some great
sexy pinches

as he passed the nursery
landing.

Do... do admit, Fanny.

LOUISA: There seems to be
no limit to his interests.

I suppose he likes
Lady Patricia,

or did once,

and he's always making sheep's
eyes at Lady Montdore.

Then there was me on
the roof,

and even little girls
like you, too.

MATTHEW: I thought
I told you to leave

this sewer of a Labby
in the stables.

LINDA: That was yesterday, Fa.

Until further notice,
I said.

And now your mother and I have
just been in the tradesmen's lav

looking for
the gramophone needles.

BOB: Why should
the gramophone needles

be in the tradesmen's lav?

Don't interrupt.

And there was Labby lolling on
an expensive horse blanket

like the pampered and insolent
brute that she is.

So now, misery, you take this
sewer of a dog,

and you chain her
in the stables

and leave her there
for the next month!

[Music and singing]

There's a voice gives you
full value for money.

Oh, darling, what happened?

Oh, was he chained up?

Poor baby.

Josh had to mend
her tum again.

Oh, it's so horrible.

[Music continues]

[Barking]

[Music stops]

Shh!

LOUISA: Fa's coming.

- Quick
- Quick, hide her.

Ah!

I told you not an hour ago

to take that sewer of a dog...

The last post.

One for you, Sadie.

MATTHEW: Don't call
your mother Sadie...

In Aunt Emily's handwriting.

I told you to take that
sewer of a dog...

This letter's very
interesting, Fa,

with a crest.

It must be your old
regimental association

about the annual dinner.

It always happens around now.

You could tell them about your
entrenching tool.

Oh, tell us now, Fa,
to get into practice.

- It's my favorite story ever.
- Well...

Oh, please let Labby stay,
just while you're telling it.

I see the thin end of the wedge.

All right.
She can stay this time.

But if she's ever sick again,
I'll have her destroyed.

And don't say I didn't warn you.

Thank you, Fa.

Darling Labby.

FANNY: Uncle Matt's going to
tell us about

his entrenching tool.

Oh, yes! It's heaven.
Come on, Fa.

There was this German dug out,
you see,

which my Sergeant Major
had spotted.

He thought there were
still some Huns in it,

although it was now
behind our lines.

So, I told my Sergeant Major
to bawl at them,

to drop their weapons
in the trench

and come out
with their hands up

shouting, "Comrade, comrade!"

My Sergeant Major got
a voice

that would put the fear of God
up a crocodile.

Young recruits used to faint

if he so much as whispered
at them.

So, of course,

these filthy Huns came out
shouting "Comrade, comrade."

But do you know what
the swine did?

They came out with their rifles
and bayonets at the ready,

hoping to knock us for six.

Luckily, the entrance
was very narrow,

so they had to come out
one by one,

and as they lifted
their rifles,

I lifted my entrenching tool.

Oh, Matthew!

And whack!

Wham! Wallop!

Whack, wham, wallop!

Whack,
wham, wallop!

Whack, wham, wallop!

Whack,
wham, wallop!

Aagh!

ADULT FANNY:
Later that evening,

Linda called a special
midnight meeting of the Hons,

the Radlett Secret Society,

so called because we all had
to be children of a Lord,

honorables.

LOUISA: Long life
and happiness to all Hons.

ALL: And death to
the horrible Counter-Hons.

This is a special meeting
of the Hons

called by Linda.

But before we hear her news,

I suggest we clear up one
or two outstanding items

of Hon-ish business.

Item one... as you know,

it is not necessary to have been
born a Hon to be one.

There are quite a lot of
honorary Hons.

But just lately,
we haven't elected any,

and I think it's time we
chose at least one more.

Any suggestions?

Josh was a tremendous Hon

about helping me
smuggle in Labby.

But Josh has been
an honorary Hon for ages.

I thought we might
sort of double it.

Having Double Hons will make
complications and jealousies.

Sensible, Fanny.

We want a new Hon.

Lucille was a terrific
Hon about

letting Vict and me out
for this meeting.

She even lent us her torch.

She said, "J'espere qu'il
n'est pas foutu."

[All giggle]

What a good idea.

All in favor of Lucille?

Jassy and Vict can tell her
in the morning.

Item two,

it was agreed that all Hons
should mount an investigation

to find out what Oscar Wilde
actually did.

Has anyone anything to report?

I asked Fa, and he just ground
his dentures

and roared at me.

"If you mention that sewer's
name in this house,

you'll be thrashed,
damn you!"

I asked Aunt Sadie,

and she said, "Oh, duck,
I never really quite knew.

Whatever it was, it was far
worse than murder.

And, duck, don't mention it

in front of your Uncle Matt,
will you?"

We asked Lucille,
and she went into gales.

She said, "Le roi est mort,
vive la reine."

LOUISA: Not very helpful.

We must find out.

Bob said he would
when he went to Eton.

I think I'm on the track.

Apparently, he was a bit like
the Lecherous Lecturer

with Louisa,
but far, far worse.

Oh, goody.

Do you think he was worse
than my mother and father?

Oh, surely, he couldn't be.

Oh, you are so lucky to have
wicked parents.

A mother
who's called The Bolter.

The sheer heaven of it.

It is rather thrilling.

LINDA: I should just say it is,

compared to the utterly
boring lives we lead.

I never actually see
her being wicked

or doing her bolting.

When I'm not here,

I'm with Aunt Emily
or at school.

You are so lucky to
be taught by Lucille

and not have to go to school.

I go to school!

FANNY: Because you're a boy.

Uncle Matthew thinks
it's wrong for girls.

He says it makes them frumpish
and middle-class.

Poor me.

I'm sure you'll never be
frumpish or middle-class, Fanny,

with a mother like The Bolter.

All those men!

Why haven't you got any
half-brothers or sisters?

I'm not sure.

Abortions?!

Oh, Jassy!

Well, tremendous jumping
and hot baths anyway.

But how do you know,
if you're never there?

FANNY: I once heard Aunt Sadie
and Aunt Emily

talking about it.

Aunt Sadie says, "How does she
manage it?"

Aunt Emily said,
"Skiing or hunting,

or just jumping off
the kitchen table."

Oh, you are so blissfully lucky

having such a wicked mother.

Aunt Emily's really my
mother now,

and my father, too...

for all practical purposes.

Ah.

That's why I called
this special meeting.

Hot, hot news.

[Thump]

- Shh!
- It's only cook...

I was only going to say

it's cook walking in her sleep.

She wouldn't sneak on us
even if did wake up.

How did you know it was her?

The footsteps...
dot and carry one.

Her left leg's longer than
the other, you see,

because when she was little,
her father used to get drunk

and snatch her out of her cot

and whirl her round
his head by the left ankle.

Why does she walk in her sleep?

Trying to escape
from her father.

Now that excitement is over,
let us proceed with the meeting.

It's Linda's turn.

The news I have for
the Hons tonight,

while of considerable
Hon interest generally,

particularly concerns Fanny.

I won't ask you to guess

because it's getting late
for Jassy and Vict.

And, anyway, you never could.

So I'll tell you straight out.

Aunt Emily's engaged.

Linda, you've made it up!

I pinched this from Sadie

while Fa was making
an exhibition of himself

with the entrenching tool.

I'll have to return it
for her to find tomorrow,

so listen carefully.

"Not to tell the children
we're engaged.

What do you think, darling,
just at first...

but then suppose Fanny takes
a dislike to him?

I don't see how she could,

but children are so funny.

Won't it be more of a shock?

Anyway, do what you
think best, darling.

We'll arrive on the Thursday
after Christmas,

and then we'll see
how things go on.

All love, Emily."

[Giggling]

[Bird cawing]

[Music playing]

[Swishing]

- Ha!
- Milord!

Caught you red-handed!

Merry Christmas, milord.

Merry Christmas, Clara.

How many times
do I have to tell you

that to make a wood fire
work properly

all the ash must be left
in the fireplace?

I was only removing a very
little, milord,

just to make room.

Make room for what?!

It's my belief you just
try to get away with it,

to assert yourself.

Well, you've lost this round.

[Labby barking]

Ha!

At it again, are you?

One speck of sick and...

[Chirping]

[Labby whining]

What on Earth's that thing?

Fanny's present from her mother.

And there are more
down by the tree.

Fa's in a funny mood.

LINDA: "Thora," absolutely
non-stop, and a stock whip.

If he puts on "Tosca" next,
it means he's really worried.

BOB: Perhaps it's been brought
on by Aunt Emily's engagement.

FANNY: Happy Christmas, Jass!

Would anyone like to buy
my present from Louisa...

strictly for cash?

FANNY: Won't Louisa he hurt?

JASSY: Not really.

She knows it's for my
running away money.

But it's a traveling
clock, Jassy.

It's for telling the right time
when you do run away.

Very thoughtful of Louisa.

- I shall need money more.
- Well, how are you getting on?

I've got my fare to London,

enough for a month
and two days

and an hour and a half,

in a bedsit with
a basin and breakfast.

BOB: What about other meals?

People who run away can't really
expect more than a breakfast.

So when shall you start?

I must get a lot more yet.

It would look very silly
having to come home

after a month and two days
and an hour and a half.

BOB: Well, I'll give you half
a sov for that clock.

Done.

But, Jassy,
it's worth far more.

- Then you pay me more.
- I don't want it.

Besides, I still think
Louisa will be hurt.

Cash!

I don't carry cash in my
dressing gown, silly.

I'll hand it over
as soon as I see

the color of your money, Bob.

I want this deal closed
before Christmas dinner.

[Music ends]

This is it.

If he puts on "Thora" again...

[Music begins]

Oh, dearie me...

and so soon after
it had stopped.

Sauve qui peut.

Happy Christmas,
young ladies.

ADULT FANNY: My wicked parents

always turned up trumps
at Christmas.

My father sent me
a pony and cart.

And The Bolter
really overdid it as usual.

MATTHEW: Miss Frances Logan,
from her mother.

Open it, Fanny!

[Gasps]

Rubies!

SADIE: Most unsuitable
for a child.

LINDA: Oh, the bliss
of being Fanny.

It's unfair.
Why can't I have wicked parents?

MATTHEW: Well, you'd best
be satisfied

with those you've got, miss.

At least we're not so damn silly
as The Bolter,

chucking away money
on jewels for a little girl

who's hardly left her rattle!

SADIE: Matthew.

MATTHEW: And Edward's
an even bigger imbecile

sending that pony trap here.

LINDA: But it's
a heavenly pony trap.

MATTHEW: Well, so it may be,

but who's going to take
the damn thing

back to Emily's house
in Shenley?

And where's she going to put it?

FANNY: There's a shed
near the garage.

MATTHEW: And what about
the pony?

Well, Fanny will be able to talk
to Emily about it soon enough.

She's coming on Thursday,
Fanny, by the 3:35.

And now that's all that can be
said about the matter for now.

Now, Matthew, please.

But if there's any more
jewelry for anyone,

I shall throw up.

Harry Biggsworth.

SADIE: Harry.

LINDA: Do you think that
if Fa did throw up,

the current would blow
out his dentures?

I mean, he's been doing
an awful lot of grinding lately.

Is it too late to get him
a new set for Christmas?

ADULT FANNY: The day Aunt Emily
was to arrive,

we all went out hunting.

The Radletts loved animals...

they loved foxes,

they risked dreadful beatings
in order to unstop their earths,

but, nevertheless, more than
anything else in the world,

they loved hunting.

It was in their blood and bones,

and in my blood and bones,
and nothing could eradicate it,

though we knew it for
a kind of original sin.

Are you watching carefully?

That's where he'll come,
right across that field.

Yeah.

Any minute now,
I should think.

[Barking]

[Horn in distance]

[Yelling]

ADULT FANNY: After three hours,
Josh took me home.

JOSH: That's enough, Miss Fanny.

Home now.

ADULT FANNY: I was never allowed
to stay out long

or I got tired
and would be sick all night.

JOSH: Where's her ladyship
hunting this year?

FANNY: My mother's
in Paris, Josh.

JOSH: Paris, what for?

FANNY: I suppose
she likes it there.

JOSH: It's my opinion
her ladyship's wasted,

downright wasted
every minute of her life

she's not on horse.

FANNY: She's a wonderful rider,
isn't she?

JOSH: Hands like velvet,

but strong, strong as iron.

Now look at you jostling
about in that saddle

first here, then there.

They'll be one sore back
tonight,

that's one thing
certain there will be.

FANNY: Oh, Josh, I'm so tired.

JOSH: Are you?

I never knew
her ladyship tired.

I've seen her change horses
after a 10 mile point,

get up on to a fresh young
five-year-old

what hadn't been out a week.

Up like a bird.

Never knew you had a foot
in your hand.

Then catch up his head and pop
off over a post and rail,

across the ridge and furrow,
sitting like a rock.

Now, Miss Linda... she takes
after her ladyship

something wonderful.

Hey, steady up.

That's enough, is it?

[Cooing to horses]

SADIE: Oh, here she is.

EMILY: Hello, Fanny.

SADIE: Darling, may I introduce
Captain Warbeck?

- Fanny.
- Oh!

Oh, darling,
how wet you are.

I suppose the others
won't be back for ages.

Where have you come from?

FANNY: I left them drawing
the spinney by the Old Rose.

I should go and have my bath,
if I were you.

We're not built to keep
out the damp forever.

EMILY: Yes, that's right, dear.

You go and have
your nice bath.

LINDA: I've just met him.
Have you?

Yes, though no one's said
anything

about their being engaged.

He doesn't look much
like a captain, does he?

I mean, I can't
see him killing Germans

with an entrenching tool.

But why has no one said
they're engaged?

Perhaps they're waiting
to see if we like him.

Or for Fa's approval.

Aunt Emily doesn't
have to have that.

But she might want Sadie's.

After all, Sadie is her sister.

Aunt Sadie
seemed to like him.

I bet Uncle Matthew
gives him rat week.

Poor Aunt Emily.

Perhaps he'll make her
keep him in the stables.

Considering her age,
I suppose,

she's lucky to get anything.

I can't wait
to see him with Fa.

DAVEY: What is your soil down
here, Lady Alconleigh?

SADIE: Uh, clay.

Ah, yes, clay.

Yes, so the water here
will be madly binding.

I must get my solids
exactly right...

so that they're not too solid,
if you see what I mean.

May I ask what
we are to eat?

BUTLER: Shepherd's pie, sir.

There you are, just right,
not too solid.

Shepherd's pie.

No, no, no, thank you.

No twice-cooked meat.

I'm a wretched invalid.

I must be careful
or I pay.

What's the matter with
twice-cooked meat?

Well, it imposes a most
fearful strain on the juices,

you might as well eat leather.

Ah!

But this delicious salad.

Mmm!

And raw lettuce...

it's anti-scorbutic.

Protein.

Ask Mrs. Crabbe to quickly
make some more salad.

BUTLER: Yes, milady.

DAVEY: How delicious
your bread is,

I'm sure it contains
the germ.

The what,
Captain Warbeck?

I was saying I feel sure that
your delicious bread

is made of stone-ground flour,

which contains a high proportion
of the germ.

As you know, in white bread,
the germ,

with its wonderful
health-giving properties,

is eliminated,
or rather extracted

and put into hen food.

With the result,
the human race is becoming

more and more enfeebled

while hens grow
stronger and larger

with every generation.

So in the end,

hens will be Hons
and Hons will be hens.

Oh, how I should love to live
in a dear little Hon house.

You wouldn't
like your work much.

I once saw a hen lay an egg,

and she had a terrible
expression on her face.

Only about like going
to the lav.

Now, Linda,
that's quite enough!

Linda appears very
unselfconscious

in her conversation, Matthew.

Does she?

Well, Fanny has picked up some
really dreadful expressions

from that school of hers.

I dare say.

She also picks up a good
deal of education.

Ha, what is this education?

Fanny talks about mirrors
and mantle pieces,

she takes sugar in her tea,

she has a tassel
on her umbrella,

and I have no doubt
that if she's ever

fortunate enough
to catch a husband,

she'll call his parents
mother and father.

Will the wonderful education
she is getting

make it up to the unhappy brute
for such endless irritation?

Well, a lot of men would find
ignorance more irritating.

At least Fanny knows,
well, for example,

all about George III.

Well, you don't have to go
to some

ghastly middle-class
establishment

to know about George III.

Anyway, who was he, Fanny?

Oh, he was a king.

He went mad.

Most original.

Full of information.

Well worth losing every ounce
of feminine charm

to find that out.

Legs like gateposts
from playing hockey,

and the worst seat on a horse

of any woman
I've ever known.

Linda, you're uneducated,
thank God,

and unselfconscious.

What do you say
about George III?

Well, he was the son
of poor Fred,

who died young,

and the father
of Beau Brummell's fat friend,

the Prince Regent.

And he was one of those
vacillators, you know.

"I am His Highness' dog at Kew.

Pray tell, sir,
whose dog are you?"

Oh, how sweet.

Oh, it's lucky.

Fanny's going to have 15,000
a year of her own,

not to speak of any settlement

The Bolter may have picked up
in the course of her "career."

She'll get a husband
with that all right,

even if she does talk
about notepaper and lunch,

and puts the milk in first.

I only hope she doesn't drive

the poor devil to drink
after she's hooked him.

All this is quite beside
the point.

Fanny may possibly,
in the far future,

have a little money
of her own,

though it's ludicrous
to talk of 15,000 a year.

On the other hand,

the modern world
being what it is,

whether or not she gets
a husband,

she may well have to earn
her own living,

and that is what education
is for.

It will also make
her a more mature,

a happier, a more interesting,

and interested person
if she knows...

That George III was a king
and went mad?

MATTHEW: Thank you.

Eh?

No, no, no.

Not for me, thank you.

Delicious drink,
but it's the acid in port

that makes one feel
so delicate now.

Been a great port drinker,
have you?

Oh, no, no.

Not me,
never touch the stuff.

My ancestors
did the damage.

EMILY: I do wish Matthew
hadn't been

quite so fierce at dinner.

LINDA: You gave him as good
as you got, Aunt Emily.

EMILY: Perhaps that was a bad
thing.

It may have upset him,

make him all the fiercer
to my nice Davey.

SADIE: No, duck,
you had the good sense

to let him get the last word in
about George III.

That will have made him

frightfully pleased
with himself.

It may increase his appetite
for putting people down.

And if he tries to
put Davey down,

and Davey
gets the best of him...

SADIE: The children know
the news about you and Emily,

Captain Warbeck.

DAVEY: Oh.

I suppose they think
it's a big joke,

old people like us
getting married.

FANNY: No, of course not.

MATTHEW: He's an extraordinary
fellow, this Davey.

He knows everything.

He says those Charles II
sugar casters

are only a Georgian imitation,
not valuable at all.

[Chuckles]

Tomorrow, I'll take
you round the house,

show you all our things,

and you can tell us
what's what.

Quite useful having a fellow
like you in the family,

I must say.

Darling Matthew!

That would be very nice.

But now, if you don't mind,

I think I'll go to bed.

SADIE: Oh, morning tea,
Captain War... Davey?

Oh, yes, please.

So necessary to replace
the evaporation of the night.

[Laughs]

[Sighs]

Wooing is so tiring.

I tell you,
he's frightfully clever.

You wouldn't believe
the things he does.

He writes books,
criticizes pictures.

Plays the piano.

Does he now?

Extraordinary cove.

I bet you anything you like

he whacks hell
out of the bloody thing.

[Speaking quietly]

BOB: Davey Warbeck is a Hon.

LINDA: Yes, he seems
a terrific Hon.

Have you asked him about
Oscar Wilde yet?

BOB: No, not yet,
but I'm sure he'll tell.

But I meant was,
he's a real Hon.

I've looked it up,
and it's true.

The Honorable David Warbeck.

He's only a second son
according to the book,

so I'm afraid Aunt Emily
won't be a lady.

And his father's only
the second Baron.

Still, he's a Hon all right,
all ways round.

He certainly is!

He's given me something
for my running away fund.

FANNY: You've been
quick off the mark.

I've now got enough money

for a month and five days
and 13 hours.

DAVEY: Oh, no, Matthew!

That couldn't possibly
be a Reynolds.

Prince Hoare
at his very worst...

if you're lucky.

MATTHEW: Ha!

Pig's thinkers, Davey?

DAVEY: Oh, yes, please, Matthew,

if you mean brains...
so digestible.

MATTHEW: What do you think
of my eagle, hmm?

DAVEY: Ah!

Yes, well, if that were
Chinese now,

it would be a treasure.

But it's Jap,
I'm afraid...

not worth the bronze
it's cast in.

After breakfast, I'll show you
our collection of minerals

in the corridor.

I bet even you'll agree
we've got something there.

They say it's the finest
collection in England.

DAVEY: Ah!

What a beautiful collection.

I knew we'd find
something decent

for you in the end.

DAVEY: I suppose you know
they're all diseased?

SADIE: Diseased?

DAVEY: Yes, badly, and too far
gone for treatment.

You might as well throw
the whole lot away.

Damn fellow, nothing is
right for him!

Even the minerals
have got foot and mouth.

[Laughter]

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.

ADULT FANNY: And a day
or two later,

we all celebrated the new year.

A happy new year,
well begun...

the year of Aunt Emily's
marriage.

And the year when

Polly Hampton went to India
with her father the Viceroy.

Bye-bye!

Bye!

[Engine cranking]

[Engine starts]

Bye!

ALL: Bye!

Goodbye!

ADULT FANNY: And the year which
was to transform Linda and me

from children,
young for our ages,

into lounging adolescents
waiting for love.

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