All language subtitles for Mr. North.1988.EN

"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.

Not to skip.

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

"Alice said with some severity.
'lt'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.

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.

Does seem fiendishly
complicated, doesn't it?

- George.
- My name's not George.

What is it then?

For me to know,
and you to find out.

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'll report you to Mama...

and see that
she cuts your fee in half...

because you're
only reading half the book.

I'll sic our dog on you
when you leave.

He hates people on bicycles.

You're a hateful,
ugly, horrible man...

and you shouldn't be allowed.

You're quite right.

I shouldn't be allowed.

Nadia, he kicked me!

Mama, Mama!

He hurt Nadia!

He's electric!

What's going on here?

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.

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 used at this hour.

Kindly take
your bicycle around...

Did you hear what I said?

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.

Sally, will you stop giggling?

Get out of here.
Take your rubbish...

Who is this person, Willis?

Theophilus North, madame.

I am Sarah Baily-Lewis.

It's all right, Willis.
I was expecting Mr. North.

Thank you, madame.

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 you ever forget it.

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

and you'll find yourself
back on the ould sod...

emptying chamberpots and doing
twice the amount of work...

for a quarter of what
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.
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 $2.00 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
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.

The point is
there are no vowels in Hebrew.

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

Mr. North...

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, madame.
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'll read
the Sermon on the Mount...

in 4 minutes and 51 seconds.

If I go one second
over that mark...

I will knock another $5.00 off
this already 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!

Kindly leave this house
at once, Mr. North!

Sarah, send that young man
in here now.

Yes, Father.

Good morning.

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

But reading the Bible to me
at cut rates...

tells the whole story.

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.

Just as well. I wouldn't
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 a newspaper
in Madison, Wisconsin.

- A Yale man?
- 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.

But why Newport?
Why not Paris? Tibet?

Kismet, sir.

The hand of fate.

What are your plans?

To find employment, sir,
if I can.

No, I mean for the future.

I have a number
of ambitions, sir.

What are they,
besides being a free man?

I thought I'd like
to be a detective.

Oh?

And an actor.

And a 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.

No, sir.

Though once I did resolve
to be a saint.

- Indeed?
- It was when I was 12.

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?

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.
I'm a walking Tesla coil.

Most unusual.

How do you stand on Berkeley?

Bishop George Berkeley?

Anglo-lrish philosopher,
1685-1753?

I have a particular
affinity for him, sir.

A most unusual young man.

It's all yours.

There you go.

Thanks, Cully.

How about my standing you
to a jar?

That would be great.

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

The occasion calls for it,
Prohibition notwithstanding.

- Right, Cully?
- Right.

Well...

New in town, Cully?

Just got here
a couple of days ago.

Anything special
bring you this way?

No. Just happenstance.

You one of them gigolos?

What?

One of them dancing partners
with ambitions.

Or maybe one of
them yellow journalists...

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

"Duke's daughter
found in opium den.

"Read all about it."

Do 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..."

A college boy.

Quiet, gentlemen, please.

"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 we don't like
to see too much of.

Henry Simmons here.

Hello, Henry.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I'm from London, meself.

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 gentleman'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.

And up we get,
and down the court we go.

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

One, two, three, four.

And... to a halt.

Very good.

Today, we'll learn
how to play at the net.

If it rains, can you tell me
a story instead?

Yes. "The Necklace,"
by De Maup...

De Maupassant, Eloise.

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

Nice try there, Johnny.

Then please,
afterwards a story.

- Yeah.
- Please.

- Tell us a story?
- Please?

Well, we'll see.

If you're very good, maybe.

Now we have to 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.

OK?

That's good. Bend your knees.

Keep your weight on your toes.

- Very good, Johnny.
- Thanks.

- This right?
- Not quite, Ada.

Let's try it again.

This time, Ada,
you be the model.

All right,
put your right foot forward.

This one?

Hold your racquet out in front.

Bend your elbow,
bend your knee.

That's good.
Move your hand here.

You gave me a shock.

I'm sorry.

He has electric hands.

- Really?
- Honest.

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

You really want one?

- Yes. Please?
- OK.

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

Please?

Me, Mr. North, please.

- Holy moley!
- Can I have a turn?

Wait a minute.
One at a time.

- Do it to me.
- I want a shock.

- Touch me.
- That is magic.

- Help!
- Do me!

- This is for you.
- Thank you, Henry.

Best chowder
in the world, Mino.

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.

I'm a broke college boy, Henry.

My night at the billiard parlor
left me busted.

You should have let on.
Here.

Oh, no, thanks, Henry.
Really.

- Take it.
- No, Henry.

As long as I work here,
I can eat here, right?

Right. Son of a bitch
eats like six fishermen.

Thanks anyway, Henry.

You sure, Cully?

Yes, Henry, really.

Tomorrow I'm due to get paid
from a couple of places.

The rich don't
necessarily pay prompt.

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

Do you mind if I tell you
a thing or two about Newport?

Here, sit down.
Mino don't mind.

All right.

Now look, I just paid
Rosa there ten 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.

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

Roast beef and mash, right?

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

and you got something special.

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

Can you keep a secret, Cully?

Promise not to tell a soul?
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
as a colonel's aide...

with the Rainbow Division
over fighting the Kaiser.

Had a plan. Went to France...

learned a little
Francais in 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.

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, madame...

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.

Carefully, Cully.
It's not weak.

And it isn't peppermint.

It certainly isn't tea.

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

Damnable place.

No lady here's ever heard
the beginning of a concert...

nor read the end of a book.

Mr. Danforth.

Have you met 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.

May I speak further, ma'am?

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

You may be certain of it,
Mr. Simmons.

We got something here
we call the death watch...

and it's going on
in a dozen houses.

Twenty houses, Mr. Simmons.
At least twenty.

Thank you, ma'am.
In at least 20 houses...

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...

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

Particularly if the aged party
shows 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. Fred and Needles...

and convince the aged party
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...

Fred and Needles
takes a bit of stuffing...

out of said
same old sofa cushion...

and the death watch persuades
him it's time to turn over...

checkbook, pen,
and signing power.

For this,
the doctor gets 10,000.

It's gone up this season, ma'am.

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

Now, Mr. Simmons,
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.

There really isn't
very much to tell.

I spent half a century
in the great houses...

both here and abroad,
as have most of my guests.

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

It's a wonderful place.
Ma'am?

Yes, Mr. North?

Might there be a place
for me here?

A room where I could live?

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.

Perhaps you'd like
another weak peppermint tea?

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.

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.

- Which do you prefer?
- Galloper.

All right, Galloper.

Your sister and I
were just discussing...

the fables by
Jean De La Fontaine.

- We love animal stories.
- And animals.

Our Aunt Benedickta
has a camp at the Adra...

Adirondacks.

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

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.

- Want to sit down?
- Yes.

Next year my father
wants me to do...

what they call
"coming out in society."

lt'll be more of a going in
than 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.

Don't you have something
to think about...

that would drive away
these nightmares?

We always think about animals
and talk about them.

Yesterday
we had a long talk about...

why nature placed birds' eyes
on the sides of their heads.

We love to think
about the whys of things.

Like your magical hands.
Galloper told me...

Galloper Skeel!
Magical hands, indeed.

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

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

Galloper persuaded Mother
to invite you...

so that I could meet you.

And we thought
if you put your hands...

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

Galloper, Elspeth...

there's nothing magical
about my hands at all.

I have one of those bodies
that collects electricity.

I store up
an electrical charge.

The next time I touch
something or someone...

there's a spark, that's all.

There's nothing magical
about it.

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?

Me friends call me Sally.

Sally it is.

A storm's gathering
about your head.

I enjoy flashes of lightning.

This isn't just lightning.

It's Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

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

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

Does Mr. Bosworth know this?

The dear old soul.

He doesn't know half of what
his daughter does.

How did you find out?

I heard Mrs. Baily-Lewis talking
to old pinch-bottom Willis.

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...

an order of Nipponese monks
came up with...

to protect themselves
against bandits.

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, Theophilus.
You're quite on time.

I'm looking forward to
the passage we're to read today.

You do know that Bishop Berkeley
lived right here...

for a time in Newport?

No, I didn't, sir.

He was here 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.

The Budlongs have 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.

I suffer from
a very embarrassing weakness.

It's my bladder.

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

It's made me a prisoner
in this house for eight years.

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

You have my sympathy, sir.

Let's get on with the reading.

"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 ideas
of the same sort."

Shall I go on, sir?

I've lived
a very adventurous life.

My daughter,
Mrs. Baily-Lewis, tells me...

that I should be grateful
and not greedy for more...

but I do long to breathe
the sweet air of freedom.

I'm sure you understand that.

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.

You know damn well what I mean!

George, please!

If you ever dare to set foot
on this property again...

or ever dare 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.

- It's going well, then.
- Yes, ma'am.

I've even turned down
a job or two.

Think of it.
We're not even in high season.

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?

You're reading in a house...

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

- 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 with 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 dancing pumps.

Shall we?

You have a visitor, sir.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Come in. Sit down.

What brings you
out this way today?

I brought
something for you, sir.

Something to help you
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 Grandfather 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?

No, sir.

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?

Well, sir...

they're rubber pants, sir.

I thought those were for babies.

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'll leave you two
alone now, Grandfather.

There are some diapers,
sir, to use as liners.

Good God.

Just a safeguard, sir.
I'm sure the pills will work.

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

The thing is, 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?

- Happy Independence Day.
- See you.

Thanks, Zachary,
you little twerp.

- Nice pony.
- Thank you.

Sally.

Sally Boffin.

Well, hello.

Please allow me to treat.

One for me as well.

- What flavor, sir?
- Chocolate.

Thank you.

Here's to the saint
of Nine Gables.

I don't know what that means,
but it sounds complimentary.

It is. It's a rare person
that can get...

under the skin
of Mrs. Baily-Lewis.

- Truly?
- She's been in a tizzy for days.

- Over me?
- Over Mr. Bosworth.

Seems you're putting ideas
into his head.

Only those of Bishop Berkeley.

I suppose it doesn't matter
what the cause.

He's been going out for drives
every day with Persis.

I mean, Mrs. Tennyson.

Gives old lady
Baily-Lewis the fits.

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

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

Go on with you.
Next thing she knows...

he'll be wanting to spend
his money his way.

I see.

The old gent's pitched
that old sawbones.

- Dr. McPherson?
- Banished.

This truly is Independence Day.

It is. It is.

Will you be staying
for the fireworks, Sally?

I was thinking of it.

Shall we see them together?
Would that be good?

I'd like it very much.

Then it would be
my great honor, Mr. North.

Theophilus, please.

It's a wonderful holiday,
your Fourth of July.

They don't have it in Ireland.

Look there.

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 till then.
I swear it.

Is he a cad, this Patrick?

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

He wants to marry me.

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

She threatened
to cut poor Paddy 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?

Because 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 the First?

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...

then to 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.

Now 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.

Madame, 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 this man
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 tried everything,
but nothing has helped.

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.

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.

No, no, no. It's OK.

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?

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

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

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.

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.

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 doctor.

I'd rather pay you
than some old sawbones.

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.

It's true.

It's true!
I felt it like lightning.

I'm cured!

No.

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

Hallelujah!

You cannot hold
your unholy devotions in here.

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.

There you are.

My headache.

Your headache?
It's gone? Fine.

Ladies and gentlemen,
that's the last time.

You can't come back.

You'll have to see
your own doctors.

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.

Tante Liselotte,
you have a visitor.

A visitor? Me?

It's a mistake.

It's not a mistake, fraulein.

I wanted very much to meet you.

This is Mr. North.

Mr...

North. You remember.

I remember.
The one with the hands.

I'm not a doctor, you know.

I'm here as a friend
of Mrs. Cranston's.

I understand.

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.

So much love.

"Dearest Nana."

There was much love, but now...

Nothing.

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...

Since little girl
I know this song.

God's time is the best time.

Did you forget?

I forget.

Thank you to remind me.

Yes?

You better get
downstairs right away.

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

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

There he is!

This is the YMCA!
Come back!

- Mr. North!
- Please!

- Aw, Henry.
- Christ!

They're after me.
Oh, God!

Run out the back way.

Run to Tarker's wharf.

Wait!

Oh, my God!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Sorry!

Swim, Cully.
Swim for your life!

Get in here now.

Come on, Cully! Get in!

Get off the boat! The keel!

Keep in touch!

How does it feel 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.

Please come with me.

What's this about, now?

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

A warrant? Oh, no.

It's all right, Cully.

We'll have you out in no time.

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 them.

Half the town thinks
he's a miracle worker!

- Yes.
- Yes.

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.

They went away, too.

Go on, Doctor. Please.

Your Honor, I think
I can safely speak...

for the entire
medical profession...

when I say we cannot
have a situation...

where people are 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 true you 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.

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.

There's a scientific
explanation for this.

This scoundrel's
no part of it.

Your Honor, except for
my being a scoundrel...

I entirely agree
with Dr. McPherson.

My reputation as a healer
is undeserved.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.

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 the 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 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 3 days in jail.

How do you like that?

I will not tolerate
any further disturbance.

Sergeant, remove this man
from the courtroom.

Case dismissed.
This court is adjourned.

All rise.

Thank you.

Mind those electric hands
of yours in the future.

Yes, sir.

Mr. North, mail.

Thank you.

I've been invited to a dance.

That's nice.

You must go.
It's the ball of the season.

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
since the events of last month.

That is not an invitation.

It's a command,
and you are going.

Let's try this.

How's that feel?

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

A bit small?

I'd say yes. Small.

Where did you find
all these things anyway?

Various gentlemen's gentlemen.

Actually, I canvassed
every butler on Bellevue Avenue.

My God.

Amelia Cranston wants you
to look your best tonight.

She said it's very important.

Sure.

Sheer perfection, old bean.

Now can you teach me
how to dance?

I'm afraid
that's not in my repertory.

However, I'm sure
we can arrange something.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

Good evening, madame.

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.

Sir James Graham Oelrich
and Mrs. Oelrich.

Captain Stuyvesant Belmonte
and Miss Wetmore.

Mr. T. Theophilus North.

- You say you're North?
- Yes, sir.

Of course you are.
It's good to see you.

I'm Buster Venable,
Amanda's nephew.

Theophilus North!
I'm Amanda Venable...

and I've heard so much
about you.

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

I'd like to present you
to our guests of honor...

Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Patrick Ennis of Boston.

I knew you'd come.
Paddy, 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.

We're so happy.

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

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

- Decided you should.
- Right.

I didn't 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.

His mother's not so fierce,
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.

But didn't she cry
when he put it on my finger.

It was happiness, I'm sure.

Mothers can be awfully funny
about an only son.

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.

I thought you might
like the surprise.

Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

Back I go.

Sarah, 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...

I'd like you to meet my bride.
Darling?

Hello, Sarah.

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

Ould sod. Ould sod.

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.

I went out to the hazelwood

Because a fire was in my head

Parched and peeled the hazel one

And hooked a bell to a dress

Herbert, the salts. Quickly.

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.
I want you in on everything.

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, 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 ltza, Angkor Wat...

wherever knowledge is
or ever has been.

I accept, sir.

Good man, Theophilus.
I had hope of this.

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

I'd be delighted.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be... please.

I only hope
it will happen often.

Theophilus, you are
a most unusual young man.