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"There was a table set out under
a tree in the front of the house,

"and the March Hare and the
Hatter were having tea at it.

"A dormouse was sitting
between them fast asleep,

"and the other two were
using it as a cushion,

"resting their elbows on it
and talking over its head."

George, don't do that.

"'Very uncomfortable for the
dormouse,' thought Alice."

"'Your hair wants cutting,'
said the Hatter."

You skipped something, didn't you?

It never occurred to me
that anyone was listening.

You're being paid to read to us,
you know, not to skip.

"'You should learn not to
make personal remarks,'

"Alice said with some severity.
'It's very rude.'"

George, please, don't do that.

Why is Lucifer making that noise?

He's practicing for school.

Tell me after you've swallowed.

He's practicing for his school band.

And, anyway, his name is Luther.

Is he the drummer?

He's trying out. He tried out last
year and the year before that,

but they said he
wasn't ready yet.

It does seem fiendishly
complicated, doesn't it?

George.

My name's not George.

Well, what is it, then?

For me to know and you to find out.

Well, whatever it is,
please don't stand on my foot.

That hurt.

Good.

"'Have you guessed the riddle yet?'
the Hatter said,

"turning to Alice again.

"'No, I give it up,' Alice replied.
'What's the answer?'"

You're skipping again.

I beg your pardon?

You're skipping again.

I'm going to report you to Mama and
see that she cuts your fee in half

because you're only
reading half the book.

What's more, I'm gonna sic
our dog on you when you leave

'cause he hates people on bicycles.

You're a hateful, ugly, horrible man.

You shouldn't be allowed.

You're quite right.

I shouldn't be allowed.

Ow! Nadia! Nadia, he kicked me!

Mama! Mama!

He hurt Nadia!

He's electric!
He's electric!

What's going on here?

What...

Madam, may I suggest that
you encourage your children

to play with matches.

Mama, he kicked Joseph.

He wasn't even reading the book right.

He's not doing his job.

He shocked me.

He shocked you?

Yes?

Good morning.
I'm Theophilus North.

Mrs. Baily-Lewis is expecting me.

In general, sir, this door
is not used in the morning.

You'll find the garden door

around the corner of
the house to your left.

Please tell Mrs. Baily-Lewis I'm here.

Our appointment was for 10:00.

It's exactly that hour now.

I repeat, sir, this door is not
generally used at this hour.

Kindly take your bicycle around to...

Did you hear what I said?

Oh.

Ah, there we go.

Could you take those?
Thank you so much.

Are you deaf or insane or both?

I distinctly told you to go
around to the garden door.

Get back to work!
All of you! At once!

Jenkins, there's silver to polish.

Margaret, tend to the flowers.

And, Sally, will you
stop that giggling?

Get out of here.

Take your rubbish and go...

Who is this person, Willis?

Theophilus North, madam.

I am Sarah Baily-Lewis.

It's all right, Willis.

I was expecting Mr. North.

Thank you, madam.

This does not concern you,

Persis Bosworth-Tennyson.

This does not concern any of you.

You, too, Dora.

Get back to your chores.

Yes, ma'am, but it's not Dora.
It's Sarah, same as you.

Sarah, same as me.
You impudent child.

You are not the same as me,
and don't ever forget it.

Try to rise above your
station in this house, missy,

and you'll find yourself back in
the Ould Sod, emptying chamber pots

and doing twice the amount of work

for a quarter of the
amount you get paid here.

This way, Mr. North.

Take a seat, please, Mr. North.

Thank you, but I prefer to stand.

Just as you wish.

Good morning, Sarah.

♪ You take the high road

♪ And I'll take the low

♪ You take the high road

♪ And I'll take

Good morning, Dr. McPherson.

And how's my father today?

As well as can be expected, Sarah.

I hope he's not losing any ground.

No, no, he's holding his own.

We're holding his own, Angus.

Oh, yes, of course.
My medicine and your tender loving care.

You'll look in tomorrow?

Yes, of course, Sarah.

Good morning.

Good morning, Dr. McPherson.

Mr. North?

Yes, ma'am.

As I told you on the telephone,
I wish you to read to my father.

Yes, ma'am.

My father is 71 years old.

He needs the solace
of hearing the good book.

He is a very sick man, Mr. North.

I see.

Your advertisement said
you charge $2 an hour.

That's correct.

How long would it take?

King James version?

Of course.

Let's see.
It's about 1,200 pages.

I'd say 80 hours.

That would be $160.

Yes, ma'am.

It's an exorbitant price, Mr. North.

Perhaps you could find your way
clear to a more reasonable figure.

Let's see. I could read the
Old Testament in Hebrew.

Think of it.
Your father would be hearing God's words

as he dictated them to
Moses and the prophets.

My father doesn't
understand a word of Hebrew.

What does it matter?

The point is there are
no vowels in Hebrew.

It would reduce my reading time
by perhaps as much as seven hours.

Mr. North...

That's not good enough?

Let me add another incentive.

With your agreement,
I'll throw in the New Testament in Greek.

Throw in?

Yes, it would reduce
my price by another $20.

Mr. North, you're being absurd.

Not at all, madam.

You gave me to understand

that your interest was in speed,
not intelligibility,

in which case I'll tell
you what else I can do.

I'm gonna read the
Sermon on the Mount

in exactly 4 minutes and 51 seconds.

Now, if I go one second over that mark,

I will absolutely, positively knock
another $5 off this rock-bottom price.

This is blasphemy, Mr. North.

I think you'd better
leave this house at once.

Shall we say an even $130?
No questions asked.

Mr. North...
You'd better go, Mr. North.

Kindly leave this house
at once, Mr. North!

JAMES: Sarah,
send that young man in here now.

Yes, Father.

Good morning.

JAMES: Come in.
Come in.

I'm James McHenry Bosworth.

Theophilus North, sir.

Sarah wants to save my soul.

She thinks I'm an infidel

because I won't go to church

and listen to some nincompoop flannel on

about what's sinful and what isn't.

The fact is, she's waiting,

hoping that I'll kick the
bucket so that she can inherit.

But reading the bible to me at
cut rates tells the whole story.

Now, all this is strictly
confidential, of course.

Of course.Please.

You don't look like a man who's read
the bible in the original Hebrew.

I haven't.

You lied.

Admittedly,

but I can read you Plotinus in Latin,

Descartes in French,
Schopenhauer in German.

But no Hebrew.
No.

Greek?
No.

It's just as well. I wouldn't be
able to understand you anyway.

Who are you, Theophilus North?

What do you mean, sir?

Where do you come from?

I grew up in the Midwest, sir.

My father owns and edits a
newspaper in Madison, Wisconsin.

A Yale man, huh?

Yes.

I'm Harvard, class of '76, myself.

Go on.

After college,
I spent four and a half uneventful years

teaching at a boys' school.

The sameness of it all, the safety,

began to feel like a prison, so I left.

Now you want to experience life.

I want to be a free man.

Why Newport?
Why not Paris, Tibet?

Kismet, sir.

Ah, the hand of fate.

What are your plans?

To find employment, sir, if I can.

No, I mean the future.

I have a number of ambitions, sir.

Well, what are they,
besides being a free man?

At various times,
I thought I'd like to be a detective.

Oh?

And an actor.

And a rascal.

I mean, rascal in the sense of
the Spanish word "picaro,"sir,

a man who lives by his wits,

light of foot,
purse and baggage.

An adventurer.

Exactly.

I notice you haven't mentioned doctor,
lawyer or banker in your list.

No, sir.

But once I did resolve to be a saint.

Indeed?
It was when I was 12 or so.

I saw myself as a missionary
among the heathens.

The idea was to live an exemplary life,

perhaps even rise to
the crown of martyrdom.

We're all shaped by the
promises of our imagination.

You're not the first whose future
was foretold in childish dreams.

Such matters aside,
do I have a job, Mr. Bosworth?

You want it?

Yes.

Two hours a day,
three days a week.

Shake on it?

What was that?

Oh, it's...
It's nothing, sir.

What?

Well, sir, it's my body.

I have an extraordinary capacity

for building up electrical charges.

Sometimes, when I touch
people, I shock them.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Oh, no, sir.

It seems I'm a walking Tesla coil.

Most unusual.

Yeah.

How do you stand on Berkely?

Bishop George Berkely?

Anglo-Irish philosopher, 1685-1753?

I have a particular
affinity for him, sir.

A most unusual young man.

It's all yours.

This is WNRI. The voice
of Newport, Rhode Island.

There you go.

Thanks, Cully.

How about I stand you a jar?

That would be great.

Mr. Mulligan,
might we talk you out of a real beer?

The occasion would seem to call for it,
prohibition notwithstanding.

Right, Cully?

Right.

Well...

You're new in town, eh, Cully?

I just got here a couple of days ago.

Anything special bring you this way?

No, just happenstance.

Hey, you one of them,
uh, gigolos, huh?

What?

You know, them dancing
partners with ambitions?

Or maybe one of them
yellow journalists,

always digging around to find out
what goes on in the big houses.

Yeah, you know, "Duke's daughter found
in opium den. Read all about it."

You have a copy of this week's paper?

I don't know if this
will relieve your worries

or exacerbate them, but...

Here it is.

"T. Theophilus North.

"Yale, 1920..."

Oh!
A college boy.

Shh. Quiet, gentlemen, please.

Uh, "Master at Raritan School
in New Jersey, 1920-1926.

"Tutoring for school
and college examinations

"in English, French, German,
Latin and algebra."

French, German, algebra?

Well, Cully...
I mean, Mr. T. Theophilus North,

perhaps we owe you an apology.

A number of types come to Newport,

suspicious types that we
don't like to see too much of.

Henry Simmons here.

Hello, Henry.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I'm from London, myself.
Never went to school after I was 12.

Got work as a bootblack,

swept the barbershop
for tuppence extra.

Moved up to domestic service.

A gentlemen's gentleman I am now.

He's head man at the Venable cottage.

Plus he's senior man at Amelia
Cranston's boarding establishment,

where all the best help live.

You can't get no higher
than that, Cully,

senior man at Amelia Cranston's.

One, two, three, four.
Follow me now, and here we go.

One, two, three, four.
Everybody backwards.

And forward now.

Here we go.
Everybody roll.

Stand up again, and down
to the court we go.

Make a left here,
and line up on the line.

One, two, three, four.
And to a halt.

Very good. Now, today,
we'll learn how to play at the net.

Mr. North, if it rains,
can you tell me a story instead?

Yes, The Necklace by De Maup...

De Maupassant, Eloise.

Yeah.

No, there's not a cloud in the sky.
Nice try there, Johnny.

Then, please, afterwards, a story.

Yeah, please. Come on.
Tell us a story.

A story, please?
Please, Mr. North.

Well, well, we'll see.
We'll see.

Come on. Please?

We'll see.
If you're very good, maybe.

All right, now we have to
first learn the blocking shot.

You're at the net,

right foot forward,
left foot back.

Right arm in a forehand grip.

Elbow bent.

You can use your left arm for balance.

Okay?

That's good.
Bend your knees.

Bend your knees. Keep your weight
on your toes, right on your toes.

That's good. Very good, Johnny.
Thanks.

This right, Mr. North?

Uh, not quite, Ada.

Let's try it again.

This time, Ada,
you be the model, all right?

All right, Ada, now put
your right foot forward.

This one?
That's right.

Hold your racket out in front of you.
There you go.

Bend your elbow.
Bend your knee.

That's good.
Now you can move your hand here.

Ah! I got a shock.
You gave me a shock.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He has electric hands.

Really?

Really. Honest.

Can I have a shock, too,
Mr. North, please?

You really want one?

Yes, please.

Okay.

Oh!

I want to have a shock, Mr. North, please?
All right.

Please?

Me, Mr. North, please.
Holy moley!

Can I have a turn?

Okay, wait a minute.
One at a time.

Do it to me.
Do it now!

I want a shock.

Here, touch me!

Oh, that is magic!

That was... Help!

Do me! Do me!

This is for you.

Thank you, Henry.

Best chowder in the world, Mino.

Oh, thank you, Henry.

Hey, Cully.

Is that you?

Hello, Henry.

What are you doing here?

I'm working here.

I thought you were a college boy.

Well, I'm a broke college boy, Henry.

My night at the billiard
parlor kind of left me busted.

Well, you should have
let on, Cully. Here.

Oh, no, thanks, Henry. Really.

Take it.
No, no, Henry.

As long as I work here, I can eat here.
Right, Mino?

Right. Son of a bitch eats
like six fishermen, Henry.

Thanks anyway, Henry.

You sure, Cully?

Yes, Henry, really.
Anyway, tomorrow I'm due to get paid

from a couple of places
I've been working.

Now, the rich don't
necessarily pay prompt, Cully.

I know, Henry,
but I'll be all right.

You mind if I tell you a
thing or two about Newport.

Here, sit down a minute.
Mino don't mind.

All right.

Now, look, I just paid
Rosa there 10 cents

for a bowl of the best
fish chowder I ever had.

Up there on Bellevue Avenue
they call it bouillabaisse

and get five bucks for it.

It's like that here, Cully.

Dress things up a bit,
and that crowd don't mind the cost.

Filet de boeuf roti avec des
pommes de terre, monsieur?

Roast beef and mash, right?

Simplest stuff in the world,
but fancy it up a bit, speaking frog,

and you got something special.

Learn to play the game.
You'll be the toast of the town.

Can you keep a secret, Cully?

You promise not to tell a soul ever?

Cross your heart?

I was born in Chicago, not London.

I was a bootblack, all right,
but I was shining shoes on Michigan Avenue

when I was 12, not Piccadilly.

Picked up the limey talk when I was a
colonel's aide with the Rainbow Division

while they were fighting the Kaiser.

Had a plan.

Went to France,
learned a little Francaisin Paris,

studied all the menus on
the Champs Elysees, wines...

Chateau LaFitte, monsieur?

Uppin' my ante in the job
market is what I was doin'.

They eat it up out there
on Bellevue Avenue,

just like they eat up escargots.

Nobody can sell snails,

but call it escargots,
and you got the hottest treat in town.

Same with butlers.

They pay three times the price
for me if I'm English.

An English butler has more je
ne sais quoi than an American.

You want to eat today, kid?

Sure do, Mino.

Wash.

Yes, sir.

Use your assets.

Yes. Thank you, Henry.
You made my day.

Let me make your evening, too.

Come up to Amelia Cranston's
tonight when you finish up here.

There's a few up there
who'd like to meet you.

All right. Thanks.

So you're the one

that gave those wretched
Denby children what for.

Bravo, Mr. North.
Bravo.

The applause is well deserved.

Thank you, madam,
but I don't know how everybody knows.

Bush telegraph, Cully.

There isn't much we
servants miss, Mr. North.

Here we are.
Thank you.

Be careful, Cully.
It's not weak.

And it isn't peppermint.

Ah! It certainly isn't tea.

Tell me, Mr. North,
are you enjoying Newport?

Well...

Damnable place.
No lady here has ever heard

the beginning of a concert
nor read the end of a book.

Mr. Danforth.

Ah.

Have you met our
Mr. Danforth, Mr. North?

No, I haven't.

He served as butler
to the Oelrich family

both here and in Baltimore.

He came to us when he retired.

His memory's failing a bit,

but he's still called
upon from time to time

to grace a sideboard
or an entrance hall.

There do seem to be quite a
few members of his generation

here in Newport.

Oh, my, yes, Cully.
A great many old gents, a great many.

Um...

May I speak further, ma'am?

And you will interrupt me if
I get to sliding on the ice?

You may be certain of it,
Mr. Simmons.

Well, Cully, we got something
here we call the death watch,

and it's going on in a dozen houses.

Oh, 20 houses, Mr. Simmons.
At least 20.

Thank you, ma'am.

In at least 20 houses here,

there's an aged party,
male or female,

that's sitting on a pile of money,

but this aged party refuses to die.

You see, Cully?

So, supposing you're
a son or a daughter

or even a nevvie or niece,
what do you do?

Particularly if the aged party
is showing signs of folly.

Like playing favorites,
one child over the other.

Or falling in love with his nurse.

Or her chauffeur.

Or the gay divorcee

who pulls his beard and strokes
his hand right at the dinner table.

We've seen it happen scores of times.

And the death watch goes frantic.

So they call in old
Dr. Thread and Needles

and, uh, convince the aged party

that, uh, he's got a terrible
problem with his old sofa cushion.

Doctors are the best
friends of the death watch.

Right.
So the aged party is wheeled in.

Thread and Needles
takes a bit of stuffing

out of said same old sofa cushion,

and the death watch
persuades him that it's time

to turn over checkbook, pen,
and signing power.

For this, the doctor gets 10,000.

No, it's gone up this season, ma'am.

Doctor McPherson's on retainer
at the Bosworth cottage for 15.

Now, now, Mr. Simmons.

I'd say you're sliding
on the ice a bit.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Our gracious lady don't
believe in naming names.

I do beg pardon, ma'am.

With all this talk of Newport, ma'am,

I haven't heard much about you.

Well, there isn't really
very much to tell, Mr. North.

I spent half a century in the great houses,
both here and abroad,

as indeed have most of my guests,

but now I'm a boarding-house
keeper and proud of it.

It's a wonderful place,
ma'am. Ma'am?

Yes, Mr. North?

Might there be a place for me here,
a room where I could live?

Uh, we're all servants here, Cully,

them what lives off the estates,
them what's retired.

I don't make exceptions, Mr. North.

Nonetheless, should you ever find
yourself in a complicated situation,

please do feel free to call on me.
Will you remember that?

Yes, indeed.

Thank you, ma'am,
for letting me know.

Well, then.

Uh, perhaps you'd like
another weak peppermint tea?

"La cigale et la Fourmi.

"La cigale, ayant chante tout l'ete,

"se trouva fort depourvue

"quand la bise fut venue."

S'il vous plait, monsieur le professeur,
ne lisez plus.

At least not from that text, please.

You don't like the story about
the grasshopper and the ant?

I prefer stories with happy endings.

Miss, perhaps we should
end the lesson early today.

No.

Elspeth.

Hello.
May I join?

Of course.
Of course.

You've met my brother, Galloper.

Yes, on the tennis courts.

Hello, Galloper.

He's called that because he
never walks when he can run.

My real name's George
Harkness Skeel IV.

Well, which do you prefer?

Galloper.

All right, Galloper, your sister and I,

we were just discussing the
fables by Jean de la Fontaine.

We both love animal stories.

And animals.

Yes, our Aunt Benedicte has
a camp at the Adra... Adr...

Adirondacks.

Adirondacks. We've seen deer
there and foxes, even big bears.

Yes, and there are no fences.

They're free.

Mr. North?

Yes?

Have you ever had a nightmare
about being in prison?

Yes, I have.
It's the worst dream one can have.

Won't you sit down?

Oh. Yes.

Next year, my father wants me to do
what they call coming out in society.

I think it'll be more of a
going in than a coming out.

There'll be three dances
every night and tea dances

and being stared at by a wall
of young men all the time.

Don't you think it sounds
like being an animal in a zoo?

Every time I think about it,
my head begins to ache.

Do you have something to think about
that would drive away these nightmares?

Uh, well, we think about
animals and talking about them.

Yes, yesterday we had a long talk about
why nature placed the eyes of birds

on the sides of their heads.

We love to think about
the whys of things.

Yes, like your magical hands.

Galloper told me...

Galloper Skeel!
Magical hands, indeed.

But, Mr. North,
Elspeth has such awful headaches.

Mr. North, I'm afraid we haven't
been quite honest with you.

Galloper persuaded Mother to
invite you to come read with us

so that...
So that I could meet you.

And we thought if you put your hands

on Elspeth's head,
that maybe you could...

But, Galloper, Elspeth,

there's nothing magical
about my hands at all.

It's just that I have
one of those bodies

that collects electricity.

I store up an electrical charge,

and then the next time I
touch something or someone,

there's a spark.
That's all.

There's nothing magical about it.

Well, won't you try anyway?

It would be silly, pointless.

Mr. North, please?

As you wish.

Did that help?

Here he is, miss.

Sarah Boffin, sir,
from Nine Gables.

Yes, Sarah.
What is it?

I've come to warn you,
you mustn't come near the place.

Please sit down, Sarah.

Why on earth not, Sarah?

My friends call me Sally.

All right, Sally it is.

There's a storm gathering
about your head.

I enjoy flashes of lightning.

No, this isn't just
lightning, Mr. North.

It's Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

Ah.

She's hired a bouncer.
He's to put you off the place.

He'll beat the daylights
out of you if you resist.

Does Mr. Bosworth know about this?

No, the dear old soul. Sure he doesn't
know half of what his daughter gets up to.

How did you find out?

I heard Mrs. Baily-Lewis talk to
that old pinch-bottom, Willis,

and I'd better hop it back
before he notices I'm gone.

All right, Sally.

Thank you very much for coming.
I appreciate the warning.

Good night.

Good night.

Good morning.
I'm Theophilus North.

I don't believe we've met.

They don't want you
here anymore, sonny.

I'll go pay my respects
to Mr. Bosworth.

Good morning.

Mr. North!

You needn't have worried, Sally.

I was trained in the oriental
arts of self-defense.

See, what I did was use something

that an order of Nipponese
monks came up with

to protect themselves against bandits.

See, they forbade
themselves to use weapons,

so they came up with that instead.
It's called jujitsu.

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Bosworth.
I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

No, no, no, Theophilus.
You're quite on time.

I'm very much looking forward

to the passage we're to read today.

You do know, don't you,
that Bishop Berkely lived right here

for a time in Newport?

No, I didn't, sir.

Oh, yes, he was here for three years,
converting the Indians

and trying to raise money
for a university in Bermuda.

He built a place, Whitehall.
You must see it.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you must see it.

The Budlongs have it now. They've
done a wonderful job of restoration.

Berkeley's desk is there,
some of his manuscripts.

How I wish that I could show it to you.

It'd be a great privilege to see
Whitehall in your company, sir.

I suffer from a very embarrassing
weakness, Theophilus. It's my bladder.

Dr. McPherson hasn't been
able to do anything about it,

and it's made me a prisoner in this
house for the past eight years.

I'm afraid you'll have to
see Whitehall on your own.

You have my sympathy, sir.

Well, let's get on
with the reading, shall we?

"Essay Concerning Human Understanding.
Chapter one.

"An idea, which considered
in itself is particular,

"becomes general by
being made to represent

"or stand for all other particular
ideas of the same sort."

Shall I go on, sir?

I've lived a very
adventurous life, Theophilus.

My daughter, Mrs. Baily-Lewis,
tells me that I should be grateful for that

and not greedy for more,

but how I do long sometimes

to breathe the sweet air of freedom.

I'm sure you understand that.

As I recall, it was one of your
ambitions to be a free man.

Yes, it is, sir.

North?

Yes, good morning.

How dare you take liberties with
my daughter? It's an outrage!

Take liberties?
What do you mean?

You laid hands on my Elspeth.

You touched my daughter!

I only touched her forehead.

I don't care where you touched her!
I don't mean that.

I mean, you know
damn well what I mean!

Oh, George, please!

Mr. North, if you ever dare to
set foot on this property again

or ever dare to make contact
whatsoever with Elspeth,

I shall call the police.
Good day to you, sir.

Sweetheart!

Good day to you, too, sir.

We've missed you lately, Mr. North.

I'm flattered, ma'am,
but I have so many students now.

Some days, my schedule's so full,

I just fall into bed at 10:00.

Well, it's going well, then.

Yes, ma'am.
I've even turned down a job or two.

Think of it, gracious lady.
We're not even in high season yet.

Ah, the sweet smell of high season.

It always brings down
fortune hunters, Cully,

flocks of them,

like fireflies on a summer night.

Dancing pumps in hand,

oily smiles on their faces,

all of them wafting around

in search of some sweet little thing

in copper mines or railroads.

You'll be seeing a lot of them, Cully.

What do you mean?

Well, you know,
you're reading in a house

that's home to one of
Newport's fairest flowers.

You mean, Persis Tennyson?

No names, Cully.
House rules. No names.

The girl's a treasure, Cully,
as beautiful as the dawn,

as gracious as the Queen.

And as rich as the plummiest
pudding at Christmas.

So young to be a widow.

She's a widow?

There's not a fortune hunter in town

fails to call around at her place.

She turns them away, of course.

They say now her heart's
as cold as the Arctic.

Nonsense. She just has a
perfect ear for insincerity.

She might listen to you, Cully.

How about it?

Not me, Henry.

Why ever not?

As far as I can tell, the partner
holds the money holds the whip hand

in this town.

I don't want to be
that kind of a husband.

Besides, I don't even own
a pair of dancing pumps.

Shall we?

Oh.

You have a visitor, sir.

Ah, Theophilus.

What an unexpected pleasure!

Come in. Sit down.

What brings you out this way today?

I brought something for you, sir,

something to help with your problem.

Indeed?

Grandfather had the
same problem as you,

so I wrote to him.

These are from his own supply.

You don't say.

They're an ancient remedy, sir.

Not much used these days, but,
my grandfather, he swears by them.

You're very generous.
Thank you, Theophilus.

I also brought you these, sir.

What on God's earth are these?

Tea, Grandfather?

You've met my granddaughter,
haven't you, Theophilus?

No, sir.

Well, in that case,
Persis Bosworth-Tennyson,

may I present T. Theophilus North?

Mr. North.

I'm deeply honored, Mrs. Tennyson.

Now, Theophilus,
what did you say these are?

Uh, well, sir, they're...
They're ru...

Rubber pants, sir.

But I thought those were for babies.

Well, they were invented
for babies, sir,

but they also make them bigger

for hospitals and...

Insane asylums you were going to say.

Well, sir, I wouldn't...

I think I'll leave you two
alone now, Grandfather.

There are some diapers in there,
too, sir, to use as liners.

Good God.

It's just a safeguard, sir.
I'm sure the pills will work.

You'll be able to throw
those away very soon.

The thing is, sir, I think,
all together, they'll do the trick,

let you go where you want to go,
do what you want to do.

Thank you, Theophilus.

I'm very grateful.

Hi, Arnold.
Hey, Mr. North.

Having a good time, Mr. North?

Hey, happy Independence Day.
See you.

Bye.

Thanks, Zachary.
You little twerp.

Nice pony.

Thanks.

Sally.

Sally Boffin.

Well, hello.

Please allow me to treat.

One for me as well.

What flavor, sir?

Chocolate.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Well, here's to the
Saint of Nine Gables.

I don't know what that means,
but I'll take it.

It sounds complimentary.

Well, it is.
It's a rare person

that can get under the skin of
Mrs. Baily-Lewis the way you did.

Really?
She's been in a tizzy for days.

Over me?

No, over Mr. Bosworth.

It seems you're putting
ideas into his head.

Only those of Bishop Berkely.

Oh. Well, I suppose it
doesn't matter what the cause.

Do you know he's been going out
for drives every day with Persis?

I mean, Mrs. Tennyson.

Gives old lady Baily-Lewis the fits,
the two of them.

Says the old gent's going to
kill himself with the exertion.

I should think she'd be glad
Mr. Bosworth is feeling better.

Oh, go on with you.
Next thing she knows,

he'll be wanting to spend
his own money his own way,

and then where will she be?

I see.

Best of it is, the old gent's
pitched that old sawbones.

Dr. McPherson?

Banished.

Ha, this truly is Independence Day.

It is. It is.

Will you be staying
for the fireworks, Sally?

I was thinking of it.

Well, shall we see them together?

Would that be good?

I'd like it very much.

Well, then it would be
my great honor, Mr. North.

Theophilus, please.

Oh, it's a wonderful holiday,
your Fourth of July.

They don't have it in Ireland.

Look there.

Oh. Oh, it's grand, isn't it?

Sally, you can see much
better if you lie down.

There's nothing like it, is there?

No, there's nothing like it.

Oh, look. Look.

Sweet Sally.

Mr. North.

Theophilus.

Theophilus, please.
No more. Stop.

But, Sally, you're so sweet.

Oh, Patrick.

Patrick?

Who's Patrick?

Oh, Theophilus,
I'm ever so sorry.

Who's Patrick?

Michael Patrick Ennis III.

Of the Ennises of Boston?

Yes.

And the man I love.

I'm sorry, Theophilus.

His mother brought me to
this country to work for her.

I was a good girl up till then.
I swear it.

Is he a cad, this Patrick?

Oh, no.
No, he's a true gentleman.

He wants to marry me and all.

It's his mother that won't have it.

She threatened to cut poor Patty off
from everything his father left him,

and I knew she meant it,

so I lit out of there,

landed at Nine Gables.

But I miss him so.

Does he know where you are?

No.

No, and he never will.

Why?

'Cause look at me.

I'm a maid,

just like my mother and
her mother before her,

cleaning up after other people.

Michael Patrick Ennis III

needs a lady,

just as he's a gentleman.

Sally, shame on you.

Do you know anything about his
grandfather, Michael Patrick Ennis I?

No.

When he first landed in this country,

he was nothing but
an ordinary hod carrier,

lugging mortar and bricks.
It's true.

The name Ennis means
money and power today,

but what did it mean originally?

Somebody from the town of Ennis in Ireland.
That's all.

Now, my advice to you, young lady,

is to start thinking of
yourself as somebody,

somebody special and wonderful,

because you are, you know.

And if Michael Patrick Ennis III
doesn't share that opinion,

well, then the hell with him.

But he does.
That's part of the problem.

He thinks I'm better than I am.

You're good enough for anybody
just as you are, Sally.

Now you go back to Boston

and tell Michael Patrick
Ennis III that I said so.

Well, I just might.

You're a wonderful girl, Sally.

You're not so bad yourself.

This way, sir.

North.

What's happened to Elspeth?

Another attack of the migraine,
the worst ever.

Where is she?
This way.

North.

It's very good of you to come,

particularly in light
of our last meeting.

Madam, I warn you, you're putting
your daughter in the gravest danger.

Mr. North, thank heaven you're here.

Skeel, it's either him or me.

If you intend to let him
even see your daughter,

I withdraw from the case.

Dr. McPherson, your car is waiting.

The poor girl, Mr. North,
she's blind with pain.

Dr. McPherson has tried everything,
but nothing has helped.

Mr. North, Elspeth believes
that only you can help her.

Please, North, do whatever you can.

Elspeth, dear,

Mr. North has come to see you.

I knew you'd come.

Bonsoir, chere mademoiselle.

Bonsoir, monsieur le professeur.

Bonsoir, Galloper.

Bonsoir, Mr. North.

Your mother tells me you're
in a great deal of pain.

Yes, but it's not what they think.

I know it's not.

Dr. McPherson thinks
she may have a brain tumor.

He wants to send her to
Boston for an operation.

I won't go. I won't go.

No, no, no, it's okay.

Please help me.

Please help me, Mr. North.
I know you can.

Of course.

There you go.

First afternoon, half an hour.

Second afternoon, 45 minutes.

I'm free, Theophilus. Free!

That's fine, sir.
I'm very happy for you.

Fine?
Fine?

Theophilus, I've been a prisoner
in my own house for eight years.

To get out like this, it's...

Well, it's far more than fine.

I've decided to buy Whitehall
and its surrounding 50 acres.

I plan to build an
academy of philosophy,

sort of an Athens by the sea.

I shall invite the great
philosophers from all over the world.

To come and lecture here, sir?

To come and live here,
each in his own house.

I'd have to build them, of course.

Huh.

To lecture or not, as they please.

To teach or not, as they please.

Newport will be like a
lighthouse on a high hill,

a pharos of the mind,

a safe harbor for higher
intellectual thoughts.

Oh, there is so much to be done.

Mr. North?

You have visitors,
Mr. North, a lot of them.

Really?

That's him!
That's Theophilus North.

Hello, Mr. North. I suffer from
rheumatism something terrible.

Mr. North, I know you cured Elspeth Skeel.
I know you can cure me.

I'm losing my hair.
Help me, please.

Ladies, gentlemen, I'm not a doctor.

I don't know the first
thing about what ails you.

You'll have to consult your own doc...

I'd far rather pay you than
some old sawbones. Here!

I don't want your money.

Please, this is the Young
Men's Christian Association.

It is not a tent meeting.

I know. He's right.
You have to leave now.

It's true.

It's true.
I felt it like lightning.

I'm cured!

No.

Oh! I haven't been able to
move these fingers in years!

Oh, hallelujah!

Please! Please!
Please! Mr. North,

you cannot hold your
unholy devotions in here.

Now get these people out of here.

All right...

It's growing again.
I can feel it.

Feel it.
It's growing again.

My rheumatism is gone!

My ear, Mr. North.

Mr. North, my ear is ailing.
Oh, thank you.

There you are.

My headache.

Your headache?
It's gone? Fine.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
that's the last time I can see you.

You can't come back.
You have to see your own doctors now.

Thank you.
Have a good day. Bye.

Sorry.

I want to swear out a warrant for
the arrest of Theophilus North.

What's the charge?

Practicing medicine without a license.

Name?

Dr. Angus McPherson.

Ja? Herein.

Tante Liselotte, you have a visitor.

A visitor? Me?
It's a mistake.

No, it's not a mistake, Fraulein.

I wanted very much to meet you.

This is Mr. North.

Mr...

North.
You remember.

Oh, ja.

Ja, I remember.
The one with the hands.

Guten Abend, Fraulein Muller.

Guten Abend, Herr Doktor.

I'm not a doctor, you know.
I'm here as a friend of Mrs. Cranston's.

I understand.

Wo stammen Sie her, Fraulein?
Von Berlin?

No. Nein, nein, nein.
Von Stuttgart.

Ah-ha! Ein Schwabe.

Ein Schwabe, ja.

I speak German so badly,
but what a wonderful language it is.

Aren't "Leiden" and "Leibe"and
"Sehnsucht" more beautiful words

than "suffering"
and "love" and "longing"?

And your name, Liselotte,
for Elizabeth Charlotte,

it's beautiful.

I see you still have all
your children around you.

Sehr viel Liebe, nicht wahr?

So much love. "Dearest Nana."

Ja, there was much love, but now...

Da ist nicht.

Nothing.

Nein, der Andenkens.

The memories.
No one can take those away from you.

Herr Doktor, come close.

I want to die.

Why God doesn't let me die?

Tante Liselotte,

did you ever learn the hymn that goes,

"Gottes Zeit ist die allerbeste Zeit?"

Oh, ja.

Ja, since little girl,
I know this song.

"God's time is the best time."

Did you forget?

Ja, I forget.

Bitte...

Thank you to remind me.

Yes?

You better get downstairs right away.

I tried to put them out,
but they won't move.

Oh.

Please, wait. Mr. North can't see you.
He can't see you!

There he is!

Wait!

Please! This is the YMCA!
Come back!

This is the YMCA!

Aw, Henry.

Nice.

They're after me.
Oh, God!

Run out the back way. Go on.
Tarker's Wharf. Tarker's Wharf! Wait!

Oh, my God!

Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Sorry.

Swim, Cully.
Swim for your life!

Come on, get in here now.

Come on, Cully. Get in.

Get up, Cully! Get up!

Go away!

Keep in touch!

How does it feel, Cully, to be one
of the most sought-after celebrities

in Newport?

Oh, God, Henry,
what am I going to do?

Are you Mr. T. Theophilus North,
resident of the Newport YMCA?

Yes, I am.

We have a warrant here for your arrest.
Come with me.

What's this about, now?

You'll have to find out
at the station, Henry.

A warrant?
Oh, no, not...

It's all right, Cully.
We'll have you out in no time, okay?

All rise, please.

We'll hear the charges,
Dr. McPherson.

Your Honor.

This man,
Mr. T. Theophilus North,

has been practicing
medicine without a license.

Yes, yes, Dr. McPherson.
I've read the warrant you swore out.

Get to the particulars,
if you please.

On numerous occasions since
his arrival here in Newport,

Mr. North has been
interfering with my patients,

offering to cure them of ailments

which I, a trained medical man,
find incurable.

Never cures anything when there's
a fee to be had for not curing it.

Half the town thinks
he's a miracle worker!

Get to the specifics, Doctor, please.

He prescribed pills for
James McHenry Bosworth,

one of my patients

and one of our most
distinguished older citizens.

That's a serious charge, Doctor.
What happened?

He's been running around like a man of 50.
It really won't do. It could kill him.

North also laid hands on Elspeth
Skeel for her migraine headaches.

Yeah, they went away, too.

Go on, Doctor, please.

Your Honor, I think I can safely speak
for the entire medical profession

when I say that we
cannot have a situation

where people go around
curing each other without us.

Thank you.

Serious ailments
need serious attention.

Medicine is a science. What North
is doing is quackery and dangerous

because, if allowed to continue,
it could cause severe damage.

My office is deserted.

My patients come to me
for serious medical attention.

They cannot get that
out of miracle workers.

North knows this,
and still he persists.

Thank God for that.

Fortunately!

These are serious charges, young man.
How do you answer them?

Your Honor, I can only say
that I meant no harm.

Is it trueyou prescribed
pills for Mr. Bosworth?

I gave him a vial of pills, Your Honor.

Pills which enabled me to get out
after spending years as a shut-in.

They were peppermint,
Your Honor. Nothing more.

Peppermint?

Mr. Bosworth,
would you approach the bench, please?

Do you have your pills with you, sir?

I do.

May I have them?

Certainly.

They are peppermint.

And the other charges,
that you laid hands on Elspeth Skeel?

Your Honor, the young lady
was in a great deal of pain.

Your Honor,
whatever Mr. North did,

he did at the request of
Elspeth's mother and me.

We're so grateful.

We have since had Elspeth
examined by a specialist.

The brain tumor that Dr. McPherson
diagnosed does not exist.

Have the headaches recurred?

No, Your Honor.

Well, there's a scientific
explanation for this, Catwalader,

and this scoundrel has
got nothing to do with it.

Your Honor,
except for my being a scoundrel,

I entirely agree with Dr. McPherson.

My reputation as a
healer is undeserved.

It springs from a peculiar
propensity of mine, Your Honor.

Shall I demonstrate?

If you please.

What I do, Your Honor,
is give electric shocks.

Not here.
Over there.

It won't hurt.

As you can see, Your Honor,
it's just a natural phenomenon,

something some school
children took for magic.

Yes, well, they made a mistake.
You took advantage of it.

Nicholas?

I'm sorry. I mean, Judge Catwalader.

Masseurs, manipulators and healers
have always come to Newport.

They have licenses.

And they take money
for their services,

but everyone knows
you can't buy miracles.

That's how Mr. North came to
be thought of as a miracle man.

He takes no fees.

There's no sign that
Mr. Bosworth or George Skeel

ever gave him an
automobile or a gold watch

or even the smallest bonus,

and yet look what he did for them.

Order!
Order in the court!

Order!

It would seem that the worst
that could be said of Mr. North

is that he has engaged
in some kindly meddling.

But I demand justice!

Young man, you're free to go.

This is not justice.
I demand a conviction.

You're in contempt, McPherson.
A $50 fine.

And three days in jail.

I will not tolerate any
further disturbance.

Sergeant, remove this man
from the courtroom.

Case dismissed.
This court is adjourned.

All rise.

Thank you.

Uh-uh. Mind those electric
hands of yours in the future.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. North, mail.

Thank you.

Hmm.

I've been invited to a dance.

Oh. That's nice.

Of course you must go.
It's the ball of the season.

Well, I don't...

Would you refuse an invitation
from the President?

Probably not.

Or from the King and
Queen of England?

Thank you.

My dear young man,
as you well know,

the Venables are the ne
plus ultra of Newport,

which is the ne plus
ultra of everywhere.

Saratoga and Bar Harbor are
the provinces compared to here.

Why would the Venables invite me?

You've become quite the rage, Mr. North,
since the events of last month.

That is not an invitation.
It's a command, and you are going.

Let's try this, lad.

How does that feel?

It's a little small, don't you think?

A bit small, huh?
I'd say yes. Yes, small.

Where did you find all
these things anyway?

Oh, various gentlemen's gentlemen.

Actually, I canvassed every
butler on Bellevue Avenue.

Hmm.

My God.

By the way, Amelia Cranston wants
you to look your best tonight.

She said it's very important, okay?

Sure.

Hmm.

Sheer perfection, old bean.

Now can you teach me how to dance?

Oh, I'm afraid that's not
in my repertory, old shoe.

However, I'm sure we can
arrange something.

Thank you.

Yes.

Good evening, madam.

Good evening, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

Theophilus.

Hello, Mrs. Cranston.

Turn around.

Is it all right?

It's wonderful, perfect.
Good luck.

Thank you.

Mr. James Graham Oelrich
and Mrs. Oelrich.

Captain Stuyvesant Belmont
and Miss Wetmore.

Captain Stuyvesant Belmont
and Miss Wetmore.

Mr. T. Theophilus North.

Mr. T. Theophilus North.

You say you're North?

Yes, sir.

Well, of course you are.
North, it's good to see you.

I'm Buster Venable,
Amanda's nephew.

Oh.

Theophilus North!
I'm Amanda Venable,

and I've heard so much about you.

I'm honored to be here, ma'am.

And now I'd like to present
you to our guests of honor,

Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Patrick Ennis of Boston.

Theophilus!

I knew you'd come.

Patty, this is Theophilus.

North, Sally's told me all about you.

You're the best friend
a man could have.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Come with me.

I love you.

Charles Goodheart
and Mrs. Goodheart.

We're so happy.

Oh, Sally, look at you.
When did all this happen?

Well, I went to Boston
right after you and I...

Decided you should.

Right. I didn't even give notice.
I just took off.

And you were so right
about everything.

Patrick does love me,

and he missed me just
as much as I missed him,

so we went straight to his mother.
She finally gave us her blessing,

and the Cardinal himself
married us in the family chapel.

And, you know, his mother's not so fierce,
really, once you get to know her.

She gave this to Patrick for me.
It was the ring

her grandfather gave her
grandmother for their wedding.

Would you believe it, but didn't
she cry when he put it on my finger?

Well, it was happiness, I'm sure.

You know, mothers can be
awfully funny about an only son.

Oh, but we're so happy, Theophilus,
and it's all your doing.

I'm very happy for you.

Now I know why I was
invited to this shindig.

Well, I thought you
might like the surprise.

Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

Oh.

Back I go.

May I present our guests of honor,

Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Patrick Ennis of Boston?

Of Boston.
I know your mother so well.

Is she still talking about Yeats?

She was always the silver
apples of the moon.

I would like you to meet my bride.
Darling.

Oh, hello, Sarah.

It's me, "Sarah, too."
You remember.

Oh, salt!

Oh, salt!

Yes.

You're not the same as me,
and don't you ever forget it.

Try to rise above your
station in this house, missy,

and you'll find yourself
back in the Ould Sod,

emptying chamber pots.

For a quarter amount...

♪ I went out to the hazelwood

♪ Because a fire was in my head

♪ Parched and peeled a hazel wand

♪ And hooked a berry to a thread

Herbert, the salts, quickly.

♪ I will find out where she has gone ♪

North?

Theophilus.

Mr. Bosworth.

I have a proposition for you.

Sir?

My academy of philosophy.

Benedetto Croce has accepted.

We have hopes of Bertrand Russell.

Congratulations, Mr. Bosworth.

Thank you, Theophilus.
The thing is, I want you in on everything.

Sir?

I'm putting the best part of
my fortune into the academy,

in a trust that will fund it forever.

You'll be the trustee to scout the
Earth for up-and-coming thinkers

wherever they may be.

Up-and-coming thinkers?

Philosophers, Theophilus, pundits,
sages, thinkers from all over the world.

You'll be free to travel
anywhere you like.

Europe, the Orient, the Steppe of Russia,
Alexandria, the Holy Land,

Kyoto, Lhasa, the Peruvian Andes,
Chichen Itza, Angkor Wat,

wherever knowledge is
or ever has been.

I accept, sir.

Good man, Theophilus.

I had hoped for this.

♪ You do

♪ Something to me

♪ Something that simply

♪ Mystifies me

♪ Tell me

♪ Why should it be?

♪ You have the power

♪ To hypnotize me

♪ Let me

♪ Live beneath your spell

♪ Do do that voodoo

♪ That you do so well

May I have the honor of this dance,
Mrs. Tennyson?

I'd be delighted.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

Don't be, please.

I only hope it will happen often.

♪ You do

♪ Something to me

♪ That nobody else can do

Theophilus, you are a
most unusual young man.