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Clarence! | 0:00:17 | 0:00:18 | |
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Oh, for heaven's sakes! | 0:00:21 | 0:00:24 | |
OBJECT LANDS IN GLASS Ha, ha, capital! | 0:00:24 | 0:00:26 | |
Connie, who's my head gardener? | 0:00:26 | 0:00:29 | |
Red hair - stops me doing everything? | 0:00:29 | 0:00:31 | |
McAllister. He's on holiday. | 0:00:31 | 0:00:33 | |
Well, in the absence of McAllister, I think you'll find he's on holiday, | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
I'm going to spread muck all over the roses. | 0:00:36 | 0:00:39 | |
I shall be copious. | 0:00:39 | 0:00:40 | |
Brother, dear, is this something you intend to achieve personally? | 0:00:40 | 0:00:44 | |
Oh, Lord, no, no. I have a supplier. Horse, mostly. | 0:00:44 | 0:00:49 | |
-Mmm. -Did you, er...? -I have a present for you. -Oh? | 0:00:49 | 0:00:53 | |
-A new broom. -Ah. -I expect it imminently. | 0:00:53 | 0:00:56 | |
As well as your feeble-minded son. | 0:00:56 | 0:00:58 | |
CAR HORN HONKS | 0:01:00 | 0:01:02 | |
I say, are you all right? | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
Cor... | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
Yes. Er... | 0:01:25 | 0:01:27 | |
Tree had me fooled. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:30 | |
It's been put there only recently, you see. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:35 | |
It'll have to go back to its original posish. | 0:01:35 | 0:01:38 | |
Lovely Labrador. | 0:01:38 | 0:01:40 | |
Thank you. It's a special type of Labrador called a cocker spaniel. | 0:01:40 | 0:01:44 | |
Fine old boy, your cocker. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
She's a puppy and she's not mine. I walk her. | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
Can't she walk herself? | 0:01:49 | 0:01:51 | |
Seems to be furnished with a full complement of legs. | 0:01:51 | 0:01:53 | |
It's very important to me that a person appreciates dogs. | 0:01:53 | 0:01:58 | |
Oh, I appreciate the hell out of dogs. | 0:01:58 | 0:02:01 | |
Dogs! Can't get enough of 'em. Love 'em. | 0:02:01 | 0:02:05 | |
You have a dog? | 0:02:05 | 0:02:06 | |
No, but I tell you what. | 0:02:06 | 0:02:08 | |
I'm going to go straight out and get one. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:10 | |
Obviously, I can't just at the moment, because I'm skint, | 0:02:10 | 0:02:13 | |
but it is my greatest ambition in life to own a dog. | 0:02:13 | 0:02:16 | |
Erm. What's yours? | 0:02:16 | 0:02:19 | |
In the short term, to finish my walk. Goodbye. Come on, Zulu. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:26 | |
Come on. | 0:02:26 | 0:02:27 | |
Miss Jennings has returned, your ladyship, with Zulu. | 0:02:30 | 0:02:34 | |
Ah. Show them to the drawing room. | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
A Zulu? Connie, how singular. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:40 | |
Do you think he might like to see my assegai? | 0:02:40 | 0:02:42 | |
Ah, Zulu. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
Oh, it's a dog. | 0:02:54 | 0:02:56 | |
Veronica Schoonmaker, a very dear childhood friend, is coming | 0:02:56 | 0:03:00 | |
to visit us with her millionaire husband and her five dogs. | 0:03:00 | 0:03:03 | |
Veronica. | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
Is that the brute-faced girl who laced your cocoa with laxative? | 0:03:05 | 0:03:09 | |
You spent the whole day locked in. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:11 | |
Don't be absurd. Dear Veronica will expect me to have a dog. | 0:03:11 | 0:03:17 | |
So Pandora has produced one. She's not given birth to it. | 0:03:17 | 0:03:21 | |
My brother spends protracted periods with his mouth open. | 0:03:23 | 0:03:25 | |
One gets used to it. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:27 | |
Who is that unusual man? | 0:03:28 | 0:03:30 | |
Oh, that is Frederick Threepwood. He is regrettably Lord Emsworth's son. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:35 | |
Frederick, I want you to meet my god-daughter, Pandora Jennings. | 0:03:36 | 0:03:41 | |
Coo! | 0:03:41 | 0:03:43 | |
Believe me, monosyllabic ejaculation | 0:03:43 | 0:03:45 | |
is preferable to the usual course of his utterances. | 0:03:45 | 0:03:49 | |
Why does the dog shout? | 0:03:49 | 0:03:51 | |
She finds your nephew alarming. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:53 | |
It is the consensus. Take the animal away. | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
Aunt Constance? | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
No. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:01 | |
That is your "I-want-to-borrow-money" voice, | 0:04:01 | 0:04:03 | |
and the answer, as I say, is no. | 0:04:03 | 0:04:07 | |
The name's Baxter. Rupert Baxter. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:21 | |
Representatives generally find it more convenient | 0:04:21 | 0:04:25 | |
to call at the back door. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:28 | |
I am not here to sell you dusters, Beach. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
Lady Constance summoned me. | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
Her ladyship is in the drawing... | 0:04:35 | 0:04:38 | |
I have memorised the floor plans of the castle. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:41 | |
I know my way. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:42 | |
Aha! Is this the muck man? | 0:04:52 | 0:04:57 | |
Mr Baxter does not sell manure. He is your new secretary. | 0:04:57 | 0:05:02 | |
Oh. Did I have an old one? | 0:05:02 | 0:05:04 | |
No, you've never had a secretary and that is why your life is a shambles. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:07 | |
He is your new broom. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:08 | |
-He comes highly recommended by the Marquis of Tring. -Spongebelly? | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
I have regularised Lord Tring's domestic affairs | 0:05:12 | 0:05:15 | |
to our mutual satisfaction. I now require a fresh challenge. | 0:05:15 | 0:05:20 | |
So you're not the muck man? | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
I am not, Lord Emsworth. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:24 | |
I know you're not Lord Emsworth. I'm Lord Emsworth. | 0:05:24 | 0:05:27 | |
Well...if you see him, | 0:05:27 | 0:05:28 | |
my dear fellow, direct him to the roses, will you? | 0:05:28 | 0:05:31 | |
I cannot pretend the task will be simple, Lady Constance. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:39 | |
But I promise you, I will regularise your brother. | 0:05:39 | 0:05:42 | |
Ever had a personal secretary, Wellbeloved? | 0:05:48 | 0:05:51 | |
Never had much call for one, m'lord, in my line of work. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:55 | |
Ah, Guv'nor, are you here? | 0:05:55 | 0:05:57 | |
Erm, yes. | 0:05:57 | 0:05:59 | |
Good. Wondering if I could have a word? | 0:05:59 | 0:06:01 | |
Concerns a small wager I had with Catsmeat at the Pink Pussy. | 0:06:01 | 0:06:04 | |
I shan't bore you with the detail. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
It involved an item of corsetry and a couple of ferrets. | 0:06:06 | 0:06:08 | |
Anyway, in short, Catsmeat's beast romped the course | 0:06:08 | 0:06:11 | |
and the blighter's taken the next six months of my allowance. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:15 | |
You have been relieved of your allowance by a ferret? | 0:06:15 | 0:06:18 | |
Six ruddy months' worth. You will appreciate the problem. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:21 | |
No use coming to me, alas. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:22 | |
Money. I always left that to your mother. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:24 | |
Did you ever meet your mother? Charming woman. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:27 | |
Cyril, how are you? | 0:06:32 | 0:06:33 | |
What sort of salary are you on these days? | 0:06:33 | 0:06:36 | |
No, Mr Frederick. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:38 | |
A tenner, come on. A teeny one. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:40 | |
My dear fellow, I'm so sorry. I was looking for my study. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:46 | |
This IS your study, Lord Emsworth. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:48 | |
As you can see, | 0:06:48 | 0:06:51 | |
I have reclassified your collection of marbles, | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
the taxonomic principle being size, left to right, | 0:06:54 | 0:06:58 | |
the second principle of order being colour, spectrum right to left. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:03 | |
Good, Zulu. Now, listen to me. I want you to sit... | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
No, I want you to sit... I'll try another one. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:14 | |
I want you to go over there... | 0:07:14 | 0:07:16 | |
Zulu, I want you to go over there... Go... O... | 0:07:16 | 0:07:21 | |
It's plainly deaf. | 0:07:21 | 0:07:23 | |
Pandora, dear, this business of Veronica and Gerry Schoonmaker. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:28 | |
Apparently he suffers from being American, | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
so one never quite knows what to expect, but Veronica | 0:07:30 | 0:07:33 | |
is a very dear friend. I do so want her to feel comfortable... | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
Hours, you were locked in. Hours. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:39 | |
Was that a spasm or are you addressing someone in this room? | 0:07:39 | 0:07:42 | |
You. In the bathroom. Half a bottle of "syrup of figs"... | 0:07:42 | 0:07:46 | |
Moreover, Connie, erm, about this Baxter of yours. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:50 | |
The point of YOUR Baxter is to sort things out. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:53 | |
He's sorted things out in my study and I can't find a damn thing. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:55 | |
By tomorrow morning, Blanding's Castle must be shipshape | 0:07:55 | 0:07:58 | |
for the arrival of Veronica. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:00 | |
I know perfectly well this is beyond your abilities to arrange, | 0:08:00 | 0:08:02 | |
ergo Baxter. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:04 | |
You haven't the faintest idea what I'm talking about, have you? | 0:08:04 | 0:08:07 | |
Of course I have. You've got your gusset in a bind | 0:08:07 | 0:08:09 | |
about this cocoa-poisoner Angelica Snorkelbender, | 0:08:09 | 0:08:11 | |
her five husbands and her millionaire dog. | 0:08:11 | 0:08:13 | |
Did he say millionaire? | 0:08:13 | 0:08:16 | |
Frederick, no! Out... Go! Away! I want you to go over there. Away! | 0:08:16 | 0:08:23 | |
Miss Jennings is corking, but she thinks I'm an idiot. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:27 | |
I am an idiot, can't change that. But how to impress her? | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
"Cultivate a shared interest", I hear you cry. | 0:08:31 | 0:08:34 | |
Do you suppose she enjoys drinking to excess | 0:08:34 | 0:08:36 | |
and watching girls in tiny skirts do the shimmy? | 0:08:36 | 0:08:39 | |
More likely, sir, that she's interested in matters canine. | 0:08:39 | 0:08:43 | |
Not sure I can dicky up an interest in dentistry, Beach. | 0:08:43 | 0:08:47 | |
I meant dogs, Mr Frederick. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:49 | |
Oh, no, no. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:50 | |
I've told her I think dogs are hotsy-totsy, the bees' patellas. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:54 | |
Trouble is, I ain't got one. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:56 | |
Cook has a dog, sir. Bottles. I'm sure you could borrow him. | 0:08:57 | 0:09:01 | |
And what make of dog is Bottles? | 0:09:01 | 0:09:03 | |
Ah. His parentage is questionable, sir, | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 | |
but he has character. | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
Good stuff. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:09 | |
But it doesn't solve the fact that I'm stony as Chesil Beach, Beach. | 0:09:09 | 0:09:14 | |
Any minute now there's going to be a millionaire on the loose | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
and I haven't the faintest idea how to put the moves on him. | 0:09:16 | 0:09:19 | |
Hold the line, what's this? Dog food rep! | 0:09:19 | 0:09:24 | |
That'll dazzle Miss Jennings. | 0:09:24 | 0:09:26 | |
Woofo! | 0:09:26 | 0:09:28 | |
Ah...muck! | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
My roses will be rapturous. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
My dear fellow, we cannot prance around like delirious fairies. | 0:09:40 | 0:09:44 | |
There is muck to be spread. | 0:09:44 | 0:09:46 | |
It is Lady Constance's desire, Lord Emsworth, | 0:09:46 | 0:09:49 | |
that you remain in your study | 0:09:49 | 0:09:51 | |
while the castle is being prepared for guests. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
I am at your service and accordingly, I will arrange | 0:09:53 | 0:09:56 | |
the distribution of your lordship's waste product. | 0:09:56 | 0:09:59 | |
Are you manure? | 0:10:09 | 0:10:11 | |
No, mate, I'm dog food. Where do you want it? | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
Says on the docket, "Free Dick Threepwood". | 0:10:14 | 0:10:19 | |
If he chooses to eat dog food, then let him do so. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:22 | |
Take it round the back. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:23 | |
Ask the footman to make the delivery to Mr Threepwood's room. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:27 | |
Capital. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:30 | |
"Remain in your study"... Blasted impertinence. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:36 | |
Oh, oh, dear. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:41 | |
Beach! | 0:10:59 | 0:11:00 | |
There is mess. Here. Mucky mess. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:07 | |
I cannot abide mucky mess. | 0:11:07 | 0:11:10 | |
Filthy mucky mess, west hall floor, 1500 hours. | 0:11:10 | 0:11:17 | |
See that it is cleared by 1503. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:19 | |
Who is responsible for this abomination? | 0:11:19 | 0:11:21 | |
A horse, sir, by the aroma. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:24 | |
Don't get gay with me, Beach. | 0:11:24 | 0:11:26 | |
Everything in order, Mr Baxter? | 0:11:28 | 0:11:30 | |
Oh. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:34 | |
CLATTERING FROM CUPBOARD | 0:11:34 | 0:11:37 | |
Ah, Connie, oh, good. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:48 | |
I've been looking closely at these shoes, you see. | 0:11:48 | 0:11:50 | |
In the dark? | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
Not in the dark, Connie, the electric light is illuminated | 0:11:52 | 0:11:56 | |
and I'm greatly concerned by the state of them. | 0:11:56 | 0:12:00 | |
I mean, look at this... dirty great hole. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:03 | |
Oh, that's where his foot goes in. Anyway, how's, er... | 0:12:03 | 0:12:07 | |
everything going? Arrangements and that for Japonica Poonsmacker? | 0:12:07 | 0:12:11 | |
Please sign, my lord, where indicated with a red cross. Pen. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:19 | |
What... Erm... Err... Very well. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:22 | |
Red cross affair, in reddish ink... | 0:12:22 | 0:12:25 | |
Yes, Lord Emsworth, that is a red cross. Here, here, and here. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:32 | |
"Matters domestic, reordering of..." | 0:12:32 | 0:12:34 | |
And here. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
Now we can all get on. | 0:12:38 | 0:12:40 | |
Hello! | 0:12:49 | 0:12:50 | |
Phew! | 0:12:50 | 0:12:53 | |
Miss Jennings, this is Bottles. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:55 | |
What is he? A lurcher? | 0:12:55 | 0:12:58 | |
He does walk oddly. | 0:12:58 | 0:12:59 | |
It's all the knotty muscle he's developed from eating | 0:12:59 | 0:13:02 | |
Donaldson's Dog Joy. | 0:13:02 | 0:13:03 | |
He dines on nothing else. Look at him. What's he doing? | 0:13:03 | 0:13:07 | |
Well, it is a muscle, I suppose... | 0:13:10 | 0:13:11 | |
Bottles! Stop doing that to that little dog. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:15 | |
Any rate, corking bit of luck, biffing into you like this. Oh! | 0:13:15 | 0:13:19 | |
No! No! No! | 0:13:19 | 0:13:22 | |
Do you think you could now remove him from my leg? | 0:13:22 | 0:13:24 | |
Bottles, you cad! Miss Jennings, I cannot... | 0:13:24 | 0:13:27 | |
Enough "dog joy" for this afternoon, I think. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:30 | |
No, wait. Donaldson's is a product like no other. | 0:13:30 | 0:13:33 | |
I sell it, you see. I'm going to flog these five-dog Schoonmakers | 0:13:33 | 0:13:36 | |
a hundredweight of the stuff just for kick-off. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:38 | |
You see, the biscuit is so supremely delicious, you can eat it yourself. | 0:13:38 | 0:13:42 | |
Item three, appendix nine: | 0:13:51 | 0:13:54 | |
unsightly hair in the nose and ears. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:59 | |
These orifices are to be purged | 0:13:59 | 0:14:01 | |
before the arrival of her ladyship's guest, Mrs Schoonmaker. | 0:14:01 | 0:14:05 | |
Good heavens. Erm, Beach. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:06 | |
Everything tickety-boo? | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
Everything is quite in order here, Lord Emsworth. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:11 | |
May I be of further assistance to you? | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
No. Thank you. Good heavens, no. | 0:14:14 | 0:14:17 | |
No, no, no, no. | 0:14:17 | 0:14:18 | |
Item three, appendix ten: following breakfast, servants up to | 0:14:18 | 0:14:25 | |
and including the rank of footman | 0:14:25 | 0:14:28 | |
will have a maximum of three minutes | 0:14:28 | 0:14:31 | |
to avail themselves in the water closet. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:34 | |
Sheets of paper for this purpose: two. | 0:14:34 | 0:14:39 | |
-Did you snort? -Lordship won't stand for this. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
His lordship endorses my every reform, Beach. It's all in here. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:47 | |
The enemy's within, Beach. Gnawing at the vitals. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:53 | |
Feel your vitals being gnawed at? | 0:14:53 | 0:14:55 | |
To the bone, my lord. | 0:14:55 | 0:14:56 | |
Fellow rubs us up the wrong way. | 0:14:57 | 0:14:59 | |
There is mutiny fomenting behind the green baize door, my lord. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:02 | |
I fear it. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:03 | |
However, her ladyship looks favourably upon this gentleman. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:07 | |
Step aside, Beach. | 0:15:10 | 0:15:11 | |
First one mixes the product with saliva, preferably one's own. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:22 | |
Freddie, please. | 0:15:22 | 0:15:23 | |
Then one masticates the biscuit, thus. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:27 | |
Now, look here, this Baxter really will have to go. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:32 | |
He's interfered with my bumboes, my knocksies and my keepsies | 0:15:32 | 0:15:36 | |
and now he's upsetting the servants, and I won't have it. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:39 | |
The servants have had it far too good for far too long. | 0:15:39 | 0:15:42 | |
Have you seen the blossoms on Beach's nose? | 0:15:42 | 0:15:44 | |
He's cost you a fortune in port. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:46 | |
But Beach likes port. I only get it for him. | 0:15:46 | 0:15:49 | |
Freddie, is it entirely necessary | 0:15:49 | 0:15:50 | |
for you to make that revolting noise? | 0:15:50 | 0:15:52 | |
Choking...to death... | 0:15:52 | 0:15:54 | |
Well, do it elsewhere, please. You're frightening the dog. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
Pandora, don't do that, he's just showing off. Freddie? | 0:15:57 | 0:16:00 | |
Let me make this clear. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
If you exhibit yourself as a dog food salesman | 0:16:02 | 0:16:05 | |
in front of my dear friend Veronica, | 0:16:05 | 0:16:07 | |
I shall choke you myself, not with the food, but with the entire dog. | 0:16:07 | 0:16:11 | |
Thank you, all of you. That will be all. | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
Thank you. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:17 | |
Snootered, Guv'nor. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:23 | |
I haven't a hope in hell of flogging the junk to Verruca | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
and Johnny Spoonlager, and I've two tons of it to shift. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:29 | |
It's all stacked up in my bedroom. | 0:16:29 | 0:16:30 | |
I can't move for the stuff. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:32 | |
I've been seeking you, Lord Emsworth. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
I did not expect to find a ninth Earl | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
frittering his leisure time in the company of swine. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:41 | |
Never mind you seeking me, Baxter, I have a mind, sir, to seek you. | 0:16:41 | 0:16:46 | |
The servants are in commotion, my dear fellow, | 0:16:46 | 0:16:48 | |
there is disgruntlement and wailing | 0:16:48 | 0:16:50 | |
where once there was revelry and song. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:53 | |
In my opinion, Lord Emsworth, | 0:16:53 | 0:16:55 | |
there has been far too much "revelry and song". | 0:16:55 | 0:16:58 | |
My dear fellow, this is blasphemy! | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
What's that? | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
You surprised me, er... | 0:17:03 | 0:17:04 | |
Frederick, a brief working definition of blasphemy? | 0:17:04 | 0:17:07 | |
No, no. What's that hideous scratching sound? What is it? | 0:17:07 | 0:17:11 | |
Oh, er...that's nothing. That's just normal life in the rafters. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:15 | |
-Rats, or I don't know... -Rats? -I don't suppose, Guv'nor, | 0:17:15 | 0:17:18 | |
if you happen to know if Bottles is a great ratter? | 0:17:18 | 0:17:21 | |
Who is Bottles? | 0:17:21 | 0:17:23 | |
I'll bet he is. He has a suitably deranged look about him. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:28 | |
Aha... I feel a demonstration coming on. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:32 | |
It is perverse of me, Freddie, I know, but I have no desire | 0:17:32 | 0:17:37 | |
to "pole down to the sty to watch Bottles massacring rats". | 0:17:37 | 0:17:41 | |
But he's a killer, Aunt C. | 0:17:41 | 0:17:43 | |
It's cos he eats Donaldson's Dog Joy, he's so full of beans. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:46 | |
Freddie? Will you sit? | 0:17:46 | 0:17:48 | |
No-one wishes to see you disgorging kippers like Donaldson's Dog Joy. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:52 | |
Hah! You remember the name. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:53 | |
And if I hear it again, I shall peel off your face with a spoon. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:56 | |
I'll do you a discount. | 0:17:56 | 0:17:57 | |
No! Sit. | 0:17:57 | 0:17:58 | |
When you finally emerged from the bathroom, | 0:18:00 | 0:18:03 | |
she pulled up your frock over your face, and you went... | 0:18:03 | 0:18:07 | |
Clarence! When my dear friend Veronica arrives, | 0:18:07 | 0:18:11 | |
I shall expect you to be dressed correctly. | 0:18:11 | 0:18:13 | |
Oh, Lord. On top of that infernal reptile Baxter | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
spreading despair all over, I now have to wear a stiff collar. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:20 | |
-I am present, Lord Emsworth. -Eh? | 0:18:20 | 0:18:23 | |
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, my dear fellow, I wasn't referring to you. | 0:18:23 | 0:18:25 | |
I was talking about that horrible secretary of mine. What's his name? | 0:18:25 | 0:18:30 | |
Clarence. May I recommend that you do not speak while eating? | 0:18:30 | 0:18:34 | |
Miss Jennings, are my eyes alight with missionary zeal? | 0:18:34 | 0:18:38 | |
I see Donaldson's Dog Joy in every good grocer's | 0:18:38 | 0:18:41 | |
from Manhattan to Lisbon. | 0:18:41 | 0:18:43 | |
Is Lisbon in America? | 0:18:43 | 0:18:44 | |
Not especially. | 0:18:44 | 0:18:46 | |
So much the better. Start with America, end with the world! | 0:18:46 | 0:18:49 | |
Baxter! That's the fellow. Oh, I can't stand the man. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:54 | |
Odious little fellow. | 0:18:54 | 0:18:55 | |
Shakespeare said it, Beach. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
There is a flood in the affairs of men, and it's taken its ruddy time. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:08 | |
But dash it, here it is. Look at my ruddy wardrobe! | 0:19:08 | 0:19:12 | |
It's been Baxtered! Oh, he shall rue his interference here. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:17 | |
What is that repulsive object? | 0:19:19 | 0:19:21 | |
It is Mr Baxter's ledger, my lord. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:24 | |
He appears to have misplaced it. | 0:19:24 | 0:19:25 | |
Give it to me. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:26 | |
Blighter's about to misplace it a whole lot more. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:34 | |
Veronica, so lovely to have you back again. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:39 | |
Full marks, Constance. I like a young bitch about the place. | 0:19:44 | 0:19:47 | |
I'm so pleased you approve. | 0:19:47 | 0:19:49 | |
I mean, a castle isn't really possible without a dog. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:53 | |
Don't you think so, Mr Schoonmaker? | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
I'm American, Lady Constance. Ronnie doesn't allow me an opinion. | 0:19:56 | 0:20:00 | |
Of course, the stern is feathered, which in the pure breed | 0:20:01 | 0:20:05 | |
is totally unacceptable. | 0:20:05 | 0:20:07 | |
But of course, dear, | 0:20:07 | 0:20:09 | |
you always did prefer the look of things about you to be... | 0:20:09 | 0:20:12 | |
not quite right. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:14 | |
Ronnie, dear, will you excuse me? | 0:20:19 | 0:20:23 | |
I've just remembered something. | 0:20:26 | 0:20:28 | |
Vengeance is mine, Ronnie, dear. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:42 | |
BAG SQUEAKS | 0:20:46 | 0:20:48 | |
Wrong side of the slope, | 0:20:54 | 0:20:55 | |
but I think you'll be amused by its impertinence. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:58 | |
That dog stinks. | 0:20:58 | 0:21:00 | |
Rich from you, Cyril. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:01 | |
Bottles? Curtain up. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:08 | |
Who's a beautiful boy, then? | 0:21:15 | 0:21:17 | |
Fresh cup? | 0:21:18 | 0:21:21 | |
Mmm. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
Is there something the matter with the tea? | 0:21:30 | 0:21:34 | |
Unusual notes of fruit. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:35 | |
Typical of me to choose a blend that's "not quite right". | 0:21:35 | 0:21:40 | |
Clarence! Where on Earth have you been? | 0:21:44 | 0:21:46 | |
Gardening. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:48 | |
Good afternoon. You must be Gordy Bushwhacker. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:54 | |
Near enough. My wife Ron, who I believe you know. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:58 | |
Where is my ledger? | 0:22:04 | 0:22:06 | |
Somebody has taken my ledger. | 0:22:07 | 0:22:10 | |
I left it on the shelf outside the north corridor water closet. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:14 | |
-It is gone. -Perhaps you should have taken it in with you, Sir. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:18 | |
It might have come in handy. | 0:22:18 | 0:22:20 | |
Given restrictions on usage of paper. | 0:22:20 | 0:22:22 | |
You will regret that, Beach. | 0:22:24 | 0:22:25 | |
Possibly, sir. Will that be all? | 0:22:25 | 0:22:28 | |
Where is Lord Emsworth? | 0:22:30 | 0:22:33 | |
Ah, yes, sir, I'm obliged to you for reminding me. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:36 | |
His lordship wished me | 0:22:36 | 0:22:37 | |
to apprise you that you may have dropped your ledger. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:40 | |
Among the roses. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:41 | |
Ah. Mr and Mrs Schoonmaker, welcome to Blandings Castle. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:50 | |
If I might have a moment of your time, I shall divert you | 0:22:50 | 0:22:52 | |
with a life-changing demonstration | 0:22:52 | 0:22:54 | |
of a doggy comestible I am honoured to sell. | 0:22:54 | 0:22:56 | |
-Frederick. -Aunt Constance. -Desist! | 0:22:56 | 0:22:59 | |
GURGLING | 0:22:59 | 0:23:00 | |
Can anybody else hear that? Sort of...creaking. | 0:23:00 | 0:23:05 | |
STOMACH GURGLES | 0:23:05 | 0:23:06 | |
Oh, it's you. Aha! Mystery solved. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:11 | |
Now, allow me to present... Bottles! | 0:23:13 | 0:23:16 | |
Presently making friends rather vigorously with that... | 0:23:18 | 0:23:21 | |
thing like a sporran. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:23 | |
This paragon of British doghood is about to demonstrate the zip, | 0:23:23 | 0:23:28 | |
vim and sheer joie de vivre that cannot help | 0:23:28 | 0:23:31 | |
but surge from an animal reared exclusively on Donaldson's Dog Joy! | 0:23:31 | 0:23:36 | |
I have in this sack a handful of simple rats. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:47 | |
-If you will kindly step out onto the lawn... -Beach ! | 0:23:47 | 0:23:51 | |
-Did he say bats? -Rats. -Oh, good, fair enough. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:54 | |
You wouldn't want to keep bats in a bag, would you? | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
Dispose of this receptacle immediately. | 0:23:57 | 0:24:00 | |
CREAKING | 0:24:00 | 0:24:02 | |
-Was that you again? -No! | 0:24:02 | 0:24:04 | |
I definitely hear a sort of creaking. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
CREAKING OVERHEAD | 0:24:06 | 0:24:08 | |
SCREAMING | 0:24:17 | 0:24:19 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:24:20 | 0:24:22 | |
From escape to capture and despatch - six seconds! | 0:24:40 | 0:24:43 | |
Did you ever see such a turn of speed? | 0:24:43 | 0:24:45 | |
He's got them all. What a lad! | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
Donaldson's Dog Joy, Mr Schoonmaker! I can do you a special price! | 0:24:47 | 0:24:52 | |
Good heavens! Mr Baxter! | 0:24:54 | 0:24:56 | |
Might I have a moment, Lord Emsworth? | 0:24:56 | 0:24:59 | |
No, my dear fellow, you may not. | 0:24:59 | 0:25:02 | |
This ridiculous exhibition is the end. | 0:25:02 | 0:25:06 | |
That product has cost me a lot of money | 0:25:06 | 0:25:08 | |
and I do not expect to see it distributed around my drawing room. | 0:25:08 | 0:25:12 | |
LOUD CREAKING OVERHEAD | 0:25:12 | 0:25:14 | |
It's coming from there. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
Your butler abducted my ledger whilst I was at stool! | 0:25:16 | 0:25:21 | |
Beach! Come here. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:23 | |
Do you deny that you took the ledger whilst I was... | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
SCREAMING | 0:25:30 | 0:25:32 | |
And the most remarkable thing is, | 0:25:41 | 0:25:42 | |
the biscuit is entirely fit for human consumption. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:45 | |
Young man? How much Dog Joy just came through the roof? | 0:25:47 | 0:25:50 | |
Two tons, sir. | 0:25:52 | 0:25:53 | |
Put it all on my tab. It's worth every penny. | 0:25:53 | 0:25:57 | |
SHE BREAKS WIND | 0:26:00 | 0:26:02 | |
Poor Veronica. | 0:26:05 | 0:26:07 | |
I do wish I could persuade you to stay longer. | 0:26:10 | 0:26:14 | |
Such a nasty upset stomach, with everybody watching. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:16 | |
Thank you, Constance. | 0:26:16 | 0:26:18 | |
Thank you, Veronica. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
STOMACH RUMBLES | 0:26:20 | 0:26:22 | |
A little something for the journey. Just in case. | 0:26:22 | 0:26:27 | |
If I may permit myself the vulgarity...gotcha! | 0:26:30 | 0:26:34 | |
These are for you. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
How lovely. Stalks. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:42 | |
Damn. I wrapped the wrong end. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:45 | |
Look, Miss Jennings, | 0:26:45 | 0:26:47 | |
I just wanted to say that you're splendid. | 0:26:47 | 0:26:50 | |
I mean, I'm rather...erm... | 0:26:50 | 0:26:52 | |
Fond of you. | 0:26:52 | 0:26:54 | |
Are you going to give me the stalks, or not? | 0:26:54 | 0:26:57 | |
Oh. Yes. Here. You'll need an upside-down vase. | 0:26:57 | 0:27:02 | |
I can't imagine where... | 0:27:02 | 0:27:03 | |
I'm rather fond of you too, Mr Threepwood. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:11 | |
Do you think you could possibly remove Bottles from my leg, please? | 0:27:14 | 0:27:18 | |
Oh! Yes, of course. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:20 | |
Ha ha! The jingling tray. | 0:27:27 | 0:27:29 | |
Will you join me, Beach? | 0:27:31 | 0:27:32 | |
You take the glass. | 0:27:35 | 0:27:36 | |
A fellow in your position cannot be seen drinking from a mug. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:40 | |
Imagine if one of the maids came in and saw. | 0:27:40 | 0:27:42 | |
-Here. Chin chin. -Chin chin, my lord. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:49 | |
Oh, I say, isn't that, erm, Baxter? | 0:27:55 | 0:27:59 | |
I believe it is, my lord. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:01 | |
Motorcycle not working? | 0:28:01 | 0:28:03 | |
It would appear not, my lord. | 0:28:03 | 0:28:05 | |
Oh. Taxi not available? | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
The taxi declined to convey Mr Baxter | 0:28:08 | 0:28:12 | |
-on account of the terrible pong. -Pong? | 0:28:12 | 0:28:16 | |
Mr Baxter's over-acquaintance with your lordship's manure. | 0:28:16 | 0:28:20 | |
Not mine, Horse, mostly. | 0:28:20 | 0:28:24 | |
Oh, poor Baxter. | 0:28:25 | 0:28:29 | |
Ruddy goggle-faced weasel. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
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