0:00:24 > 0:00:26GUNSHOT
0:00:29 > 0:00:33Bagged anything...err, George?
0:00:33 > 0:00:36- Not yet.- Drop your shoulder and swing through.
0:00:36 > 0:00:39- OK, Big Boy. - And don't call me Big Boy.
0:00:39 > 0:00:41DOOR OPENS
0:00:41 > 0:00:43MAN CLEARS HIS THROAT
0:00:43 > 0:00:47Ah, m'grandson. Isn't it? Hmm?
0:00:49 > 0:00:53Nothing half so much worth doing as simply messing about with guns.
0:01:00 > 0:01:04Strewth! You certainly know my size, dear, don't you?
0:01:10 > 0:01:14I generally park here. Ha-ha!
0:01:14 > 0:01:17Julia has written to me. Our sister.
0:01:18 > 0:01:20She asks if I approve of the decision
0:01:20 > 0:01:23she outlined in the previous letter.
0:01:23 > 0:01:25- Ah, do you?- I have no idea.
0:01:25 > 0:01:29I have received no previous letter. She sent it care of you.
0:01:31 > 0:01:33Precisely.
0:01:33 > 0:01:37It is now God-knows-where in this demented shambles of a desk of yours.
0:01:37 > 0:01:39You'll simply have to find it.
0:01:42 > 0:01:46Whose work is this? Is it George,
0:01:46 > 0:01:47your grandson?
0:01:47 > 0:01:51Is it? It's not an awfully good likeness. Fellow's in a dress.
0:01:52 > 0:01:56Find the letter. For all we know, Julia could be grievously ill.
0:01:59 > 0:02:01If Mr Baxter were here...
0:02:01 > 0:02:04I wouldn't give Baxter a poke in the eye with a burnt stick,
0:02:04 > 0:02:07let alone have him back in the house.
0:02:07 > 0:02:10And if you were still in the room you would appreciate
0:02:10 > 0:02:12the vehemence with which I say that.
0:02:16 > 0:02:20Ah, Beach! This is Miss Georgia Sparks.
0:02:20 > 0:02:23I say, you've gone puce.
0:02:23 > 0:02:25BEACH CLEARS HIS THROAT
0:02:25 > 0:02:29Ah, knew he'd rumble you. He's a connoisseur of the dancing pages.
0:02:29 > 0:02:33Indeed, Mr Frederick, I recognised the young lady instantly.
0:02:33 > 0:02:36Yeah, the sultana of shimmy.
0:02:37 > 0:02:40Give over, Freddie, you're embarrassing the poor man.
0:02:40 > 0:02:43Beach has been elevated to a state where embarrassment
0:02:43 > 0:02:46is medically impossible. He's seen it all. Back in a tick.
0:02:47 > 0:02:52- Do you dance, Mr B?- Not as such, Miss.- We'll soon fix that.
0:02:53 > 0:02:57I'll have you wiggling like a jelly before I'm done with you.
0:02:57 > 0:02:59Who is that extraordinary person
0:02:59 > 0:03:03and why is she inciting my butler to wiggle like a jelly?
0:03:03 > 0:03:07Not bad. Of course, Aunt Connie's chin is even pointier.
0:03:09 > 0:03:11My room? Show me anything you like, dear.
0:03:13 > 0:03:16Oh...it's perfectly simple. She's a hoofer at The Pussy.
0:03:18 > 0:03:20But Georgia is not the issue.
0:03:20 > 0:03:23How does my grandson fit into this?
0:03:23 > 0:03:25He doesn't. Do try to keep up, guv'nor.
0:03:25 > 0:03:27That's Georgia out there,
0:03:27 > 0:03:30teaching Beach how to shake his substantial can.
0:03:30 > 0:03:34The problem is her brother, Nobby.
0:03:35 > 0:03:36Nobby?
0:03:36 > 0:03:41He's a charming bloke. Interesting collection of facial scars.
0:03:41 > 0:03:44I met him at The Dogs at Mile End. I owe him a bit of money,
0:03:44 > 0:03:48and he's being a little standoffish about it. So,
0:03:48 > 0:03:50I told him I'd tool down to Blandings
0:03:50 > 0:03:51and tickle up the smackers.
0:03:51 > 0:03:55He said, in that case, his little sister might just tool along too,
0:03:55 > 0:03:58in a sightseeing sort of way, she'd never been west of Shepherd's Bush.
0:03:58 > 0:04:03I have to return her, plus loot in full, on Monday morning.
0:04:03 > 0:04:06So...how about it, guv'nor?
0:04:06 > 0:04:09If I don't cough the lolly, I am skewered.
0:04:09 > 0:04:13Coughing the lolly? You lost me on hoofing the pussy.
0:04:13 > 0:04:18I'm asking you, man to man - will you sub me the necessary rhino?
0:04:21 > 0:04:26Oh, you certainly don't mind where you put things, do you, dear!?
0:04:42 > 0:04:44Ha! Missed.
0:04:44 > 0:04:47- Can I've a go now, Uncle Freddie?- No.
0:04:47 > 0:04:50Bigger one, please.
0:04:51 > 0:04:55You have to allow for the crosswind.
0:04:55 > 0:04:58- Missed! My turn.- No. One more.
0:05:01 > 0:05:05And also the curvature of the earth.
0:05:05 > 0:05:07GUNSHOT
0:05:08 > 0:05:10Oh, er, ooh.
0:05:14 > 0:05:19- Mr Baxter. How may I be of...? - Lady Constance sent for me.
0:05:19 > 0:05:22At 11:14 on a Friday, she will be writing letters
0:05:22 > 0:05:25in the drawing room. I know my way.
0:05:32 > 0:05:35- HE MAKES PLANE NOISES - Don't forget to swing through.
0:05:35 > 0:05:38- OK, Big Boy. - And don't call me Big Boy.
0:05:38 > 0:05:40We do not machine-gun our elders.
0:05:40 > 0:05:42If we are machine-gunned,
0:05:42 > 0:05:45we do not limit our disciplinary remarks to,
0:05:45 > 0:05:47"Don't call me Big Boy."
0:05:47 > 0:05:49- Jeepers. Who is this blister? - George!
0:05:49 > 0:05:51I am your tutor, young man.
0:05:51 > 0:05:56Tutor? In the summer holidays? Crikey, that ponks.
0:05:56 > 0:05:59Clarence, have you no authority over this child?
0:05:59 > 0:06:01Well, it does ponk!
0:06:01 > 0:06:04An end to uncouth slang, I think.
0:06:04 > 0:06:07Yes, from now on, things are going to be rather different.
0:06:07 > 0:06:09I believe you are in possession of a gun.
0:06:11 > 0:06:12Bring it to me.
0:06:29 > 0:06:35Fellow lays a finger on my desk, I'll blow his ruddy bonce off.
0:06:35 > 0:06:38Julia might be so ill she is preparing to take her own life.
0:06:40 > 0:06:44Dear old Nobby, ha-ha.
0:06:44 > 0:06:47The thing about Nobby... is...
0:06:47 > 0:06:50well, that he hates my guts and he wants to kill me. Ha-ha.
0:06:50 > 0:06:55Oh, Nobby hates everybody. It's a sort of a style thing.
0:06:55 > 0:07:00- But he's never actually killed a person.- Oh, good!
0:07:00 > 0:07:03There was that one man who had to go to hospital to have a
0:07:03 > 0:07:08megaphone removed, which can't have been nice, but he owed Nobby money.
0:07:08 > 0:07:09How silly of him.
0:07:09 > 0:07:11PIG GRUNTS
0:07:11 > 0:07:13Hello, sheepy!
0:07:13 > 0:07:17That is a sheep, innit?
0:07:17 > 0:07:18PIG GRUNTS AND SQUEALS
0:07:20 > 0:07:23Cause and effect.
0:07:23 > 0:07:27Your father is Lord Emsworth's eldest son, Lord Bosham.
0:07:27 > 0:07:30Where is Lord Bosham? In France. Doing what?
0:07:30 > 0:07:32Having a holiday without a tutor.
0:07:32 > 0:07:36He has left you here without a structured timetable.
0:07:36 > 0:07:41His delinquency is the cause. Your insolence is the effect.
0:07:43 > 0:07:46Do you eat lunch, Mr Baxter?
0:07:46 > 0:07:50Never. It bloats the bowel and dulls the mind,
0:07:50 > 0:07:54time frittered that could be spent rigorously card-indexing. Why?
0:07:54 > 0:07:57My brother eats lunch. It is the one time you can be confident
0:07:57 > 0:07:59he will not be at his desk.
0:08:09 > 0:08:12I know who it is you remind me of.
0:08:13 > 0:08:15My first proper boyfriend.
0:08:16 > 0:08:18Big-boned, he was.
0:08:19 > 0:08:21Lovely mover.
0:08:23 > 0:08:24HE WHIMPERS
0:08:26 > 0:08:27HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
0:08:31 > 0:08:33What the deuce?
0:08:33 > 0:08:36The sentiment you are groping for so unattractively, Clarence,
0:08:36 > 0:08:40runs as follows, "How kind of you, Mr Baxter,
0:08:40 > 0:08:42"for doing all this on your own initiative.
0:08:42 > 0:08:46"I shall give serious thought to reinstating you as my secretary."
0:08:48 > 0:08:51Clarence, you look like an ostrich goggling a brass doorknob. Speak.
0:08:51 > 0:08:54Dear God!
0:08:54 > 0:08:56My brother is delighted.
0:08:56 > 0:08:58One has done what one can in the time available.
0:08:58 > 0:09:02Now, if you'll excuse me, it's the appointed hour for geometry.
0:09:02 > 0:09:04Ah, ha-ha, yes.
0:09:05 > 0:09:07Oh!
0:09:10 > 0:09:13You don't know what geometry is, do you, Clarence?
0:09:13 > 0:09:15Of course I do, it's a type of camel.
0:09:15 > 0:09:18I also know why you're doing this.
0:09:18 > 0:09:20You're trying to find that damned letter of Julia's.
0:09:20 > 0:09:24- Eh? Have you found it?- No.
0:09:24 > 0:09:28And unless you intend to invent a questionable new fashion of
0:09:28 > 0:09:32neckwear, I suggest you disembarrass yourself of the table napery.
0:09:34 > 0:09:39I shall not have that secretary as my blasted Baxter!
0:09:39 > 0:09:44Dash it, I mean it! I am on the point of becoming atrocious.
0:09:46 > 0:09:47Bah!
0:09:51 > 0:09:54I have some unfinished business to attend to
0:09:54 > 0:09:57concerning Lord Emsworth's study.
0:09:57 > 0:10:00When I return, I expect you to know your isosceles
0:10:00 > 0:10:01from your scalene.
0:10:25 > 0:10:27What are you doing, man?
0:10:28 > 0:10:30I...just dropped my ledger.
0:10:30 > 0:10:33And it fell up the drainpipe?
0:10:33 > 0:10:35Fellow's as potty as a parrot.
0:10:44 > 0:10:46Ah! Gah!
0:11:05 > 0:11:10Insupportable, Beach. I cannot even find me damned whiffle.
0:11:10 > 0:11:14Care Of The Pig is currently in your hand, my lord.
0:11:14 > 0:11:18Oh, good heavens. How the devil was I expected to find that?
0:11:18 > 0:11:21Beach, you're armed. Are we under threat?
0:11:21 > 0:11:24Not presently, my lord.
0:11:24 > 0:11:26I used to have one like that.
0:11:28 > 0:11:32Quite, quite handy with it, as a matter of fact.
0:11:35 > 0:11:38Oh! Good heavens, why have you given me this instrument, Beach?
0:11:38 > 0:11:42Clarence! Your grandson has shot Mr Baxter.
0:11:42 > 0:11:45- Was Baxter on the gravel or up a drainpipe?- What?
0:11:45 > 0:11:49Well, the former is not a sporting shot. Tutors are not ground game.
0:11:49 > 0:11:54- Oh...- Do you remember when we were children, when Julia shot
0:11:54 > 0:11:57that big governess when she was going up the nursery steps?
0:11:57 > 0:11:59What was her name? Beach?
0:11:59 > 0:12:03The incident unfortunately occurred before my arrival, my lord.
0:12:03 > 0:12:05There was no incident.
0:12:05 > 0:12:07There jolly well was. Fortunately, she was wearing a bustle.
0:12:07 > 0:12:10That's the governess, not Julia.
0:12:10 > 0:12:11Beach, that will be all.
0:12:15 > 0:12:19Clarence, are you a complete drooling halfwit?
0:12:19 > 0:12:21Or are you on some private crusade
0:12:21 > 0:12:24to render this family utterly ridiculous?
0:12:24 > 0:12:28No, no, no, Connie, Julia definitely bagged the big governess.
0:12:28 > 0:12:33She did it because you took a pot-shot at the woman and missed.
0:12:33 > 0:12:38Ruddy great target, slow-moving, padded.
0:12:39 > 0:12:40What was her name?
0:12:40 > 0:12:44- Right, Clarence, I am sending you your grandson to be disciplined.- Oh!
0:12:44 > 0:12:47And until Julia's letter is unearthed,
0:12:47 > 0:12:51this house is under martial law. Baxter is in command
0:12:51 > 0:12:55Well, that's as may be, Connie,
0:12:55 > 0:12:59but I'm about to go and consult the only female in this establishment
0:12:59 > 0:13:01that talks sense.
0:13:04 > 0:13:06Great, big woman.
0:13:06 > 0:13:09Backside the size of Durham Cathedral.
0:13:09 > 0:13:12Curiously, the same sort of shape.
0:13:12 > 0:13:16- How Connie managed to miss her, I don't...- Hello, Grandpapa.
0:13:16 > 0:13:18Hello, my boy.
0:13:18 > 0:13:20Great Aunt Connie said you wanted to see me.
0:13:21 > 0:13:25What? Eh? Ah... Oh, yes. What's all this...
0:13:26 > 0:13:29..shooting Baxter, all that sort of thing?
0:13:29 > 0:13:31You could've had his eye out.
0:13:31 > 0:13:35- Unlikely. He was bending over. - Just a minute.
0:13:36 > 0:13:39Did you pot Baxter in the seat of the trousers?
0:13:39 > 0:13:41HE LAUGHS
0:13:41 > 0:13:43I mean, disgraceful. I expect he jumped?
0:13:43 > 0:13:47- Like billy-o.- Did he, indeed?
0:13:47 > 0:13:51Your Great Aunt Julia once bagged a governess under similar conditions.
0:13:51 > 0:13:52Coo! Did she jump?
0:13:52 > 0:13:55Like the dickens! Yes, and she squealed.
0:13:55 > 0:13:58Now, look here, my dear fellow,
0:13:58 > 0:14:02all this business of shooting tutors' back in, you know,
0:14:02 > 0:14:04it really just isn't on, you know.
0:14:04 > 0:14:06- OK, Big Boy.- Now, George!
0:14:09 > 0:14:12Would you care to give The Empress a slice of potato?
0:14:14 > 0:14:17This place would make a cracking nightclub.
0:14:18 > 0:14:22Just take up all this stuff... What is it?
0:14:22 > 0:14:24- Grass.- Yeah.
0:14:24 > 0:14:28Get rid of that, whack a decent bit of patio down,
0:14:28 > 0:14:30you could dance all night.
0:14:32 > 0:14:37Oh, Beachypoo, I do love a challenge.
0:14:37 > 0:14:41Built for comfort and speed.
0:14:41 > 0:14:44I'll have you firing on all cylinders.
0:14:49 > 0:14:52What's this?
0:14:52 > 0:14:53It's your hand.
0:14:55 > 0:15:00Look. I know this cannot help but complicate the situation. But...
0:15:01 > 0:15:05- ..I do think you're rather jolly. - Oh, Freddie, I say!
0:15:06 > 0:15:09Baxter, what are you doing, creeping up like that?
0:15:09 > 0:15:12I did not creep. I manifested silently.
0:15:12 > 0:15:15As you ask, I'm considering my position.
0:15:15 > 0:15:19The tendency for larkiness in this place is deplorable.
0:15:19 > 0:15:24But I warn you, Mr Threepwood, it is a very grave error
0:15:24 > 0:15:26to get gay with me.
0:15:36 > 0:15:41The other thing is you could do is move some of them big floppy things.
0:15:45 > 0:15:47Trees.
0:15:47 > 0:15:52Barley's Compendium Of Pig Constipation... Ah, bingo!
0:16:07 > 0:16:08Ah!
0:16:10 > 0:16:12Top shooting, guv'nor..
0:16:17 > 0:16:19That gun is not in my possession.
0:16:19 > 0:16:22It has not been in my possession for the last half hour, do you follow?
0:16:22 > 0:16:24Very well, my lord.
0:16:27 > 0:16:30- Will you excuse me a second? - Why, what you done?
0:16:30 > 0:16:32I just have to blackmail my father.
0:16:32 > 0:16:36On the contrary, I chastised the child thoroughly.
0:16:36 > 0:16:39Very disagreeable it was for him, too.
0:16:39 > 0:16:42I said to him, "Now, look here...George.
0:16:42 > 0:16:46"You know how to load that thing and I don't."
0:16:46 > 0:16:48Was that the full extent of the chastisement?
0:16:48 > 0:16:50What does it matter what I said?
0:16:50 > 0:16:53Because the infernal child shot me again.
0:16:53 > 0:16:56I expect you imagined it. Could have been a wasp.
0:16:56 > 0:16:58- A wasp?- You probably sat on it.
0:16:58 > 0:17:03Ah! How did you know I was once again stricken on the buttocks?
0:17:03 > 0:17:05Begging your pardon, Lady Constance.
0:17:05 > 0:17:06If not a wasp, then a rash.
0:17:06 > 0:17:08I am not an authority on your buttocks, Baxter,
0:17:08 > 0:17:12but it is clear that life in the countryside does not agree with you.
0:17:12 > 0:17:14Would you excuse us, Mr Baxter?
0:17:20 > 0:17:22It was you.
0:17:23 > 0:17:25What was me?
0:17:26 > 0:17:30How dare you say, "It was you" in that sepulchral tone?
0:17:30 > 0:17:33Are you accusing me of shooting Baxter?
0:17:33 > 0:17:36The gun was in Pant's beachtry.
0:17:36 > 0:17:38I've no idea how to load the ruddy thing!
0:17:38 > 0:17:41Clarence, that doesn't even qualify as a lie.
0:17:41 > 0:17:44That is just noise leaking out of your face.
0:17:44 > 0:17:48You can consider your study commandeered.
0:17:48 > 0:17:49Now get out.
0:17:51 > 0:17:55There is a point beyond which one should not go,
0:17:55 > 0:17:56and you've just gone it.
0:18:02 > 0:18:06I take my leave of you, Connie, for fear that I shall become brusque.
0:18:28 > 0:18:31- What ho, guv'nor. - Frederick. Lovely day.
0:18:31 > 0:18:36Yes, excessively lovely. Perfect visibility. Day like this, you could
0:18:36 > 0:18:39pot a medium-size tutor over a distance of...
0:18:39 > 0:18:42- ten yards?- 15.- As you say.
0:18:42 > 0:18:47No, I observed you take aim with a hideous look of low cunning,
0:18:47 > 0:18:50plug Baxter in the jacksie and coolly withdraw.
0:18:50 > 0:18:51It was beautiful to watch.
0:18:53 > 0:18:59Alas, the popular press may fail to share my view.
0:18:59 > 0:19:01"Barking Toff Mows Down Hapless Servant"
0:19:01 > 0:19:03- is more likely to be their line. - Frederick.
0:19:03 > 0:19:07- "Blazers Emsworth," they'll say. - Frederick, Frederick, no.
0:19:07 > 0:19:11Well, I'm sorry. But my doctor insists I must not have megaphones
0:19:11 > 0:19:14- inserted into my person.- Oh! - And that's what's going to happen
0:19:14 > 0:19:16if I don't pay Scarface Nobby first thing Monday morning.
0:19:16 > 0:19:18This is despicable.
0:19:18 > 0:19:23Despicable's a little rich from a man who leans
0:19:23 > 0:19:26casually from his window and riddles his staff with hot lead.
0:19:27 > 0:19:31No, this is one family shame I cannot consent to hide.
0:19:33 > 0:19:34How much?
0:19:36 > 0:19:37600 quid.
0:19:46 > 0:19:48If I were still your secretary...
0:19:50 > 0:19:55I would wonder how such a large quantity of cash
0:19:55 > 0:19:57should be accounted.
0:19:58 > 0:20:02I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
0:20:03 > 0:20:08Absolutely. Which is why I'd have to ask Lady Constance for her
0:20:08 > 0:20:11analysis of the expenditure.
0:20:13 > 0:20:17£600 is not an amount that can simply mislaid.
0:20:17 > 0:20:20That would be criminally negligent.
0:20:23 > 0:20:25Baxter.
0:20:25 > 0:20:28My dear Baxter.
0:20:28 > 0:20:33Do, please, consider resuming your previous position
0:20:33 > 0:20:36here as my secretary.
0:20:36 > 0:20:39Permanently. For life.
0:20:43 > 0:20:48Very well. Once the servant Beach has brought in my valise
0:20:48 > 0:20:51and the money has been returned to me for safekeeping,
0:20:51 > 0:20:55I shall continue purging your study of disfiguring clutter.
0:21:01 > 0:21:04"Commandeered."
0:21:04 > 0:21:05CLICK OF GUN LOADING
0:21:05 > 0:21:07Ruddy cheek.
0:21:10 > 0:21:11Ah!
0:21:33 > 0:21:34Beach!
0:21:42 > 0:21:44I rang for you.
0:21:44 > 0:21:50Stop acting the giddy goat and take this message to Lord Emsworth.
0:21:50 > 0:21:53I shall not linger in this nest of vipers!
0:21:55 > 0:21:58What the devil is the fellow trying to say now?
0:21:58 > 0:22:02Mr Baxter is tendering his resignation, my lord.
0:22:02 > 0:22:04In what sense?
0:22:04 > 0:22:06In the sense that he wishes to be relieved of employment
0:22:06 > 0:22:10at Blandings, in any capacity, as from your receipt of his note.
0:22:10 > 0:22:13- Good God, how quickly can I receive it?- It's in your hand, my lord.
0:22:14 > 0:22:16Oh. Good God.
0:22:18 > 0:22:23And I must add on my behalf, that I wish to submit my month's notice.
0:22:23 > 0:22:26Yes, yes, yes, by all means, Beach.
0:22:27 > 0:22:31As I, too, shall be leaving your employment.
0:22:31 > 0:22:33Yes, to be sure, yes, have a whole bottle.
0:22:35 > 0:22:37Very good, my lord.
0:22:40 > 0:22:41"Immediate resignation..."
0:22:45 > 0:22:46"Baxter."
0:22:46 > 0:22:48HE CHUCKLES
0:23:03 > 0:23:05Have you spoken with Beach?
0:23:05 > 0:23:08He tendered his resignation, and you accepted it.
0:23:08 > 0:23:12No, no, no. Baxter resigned. Beach brought me the...
0:23:12 > 0:23:14I have been speaking with Beach.
0:23:14 > 0:23:15Ah, now, look, look, look there, you see,
0:23:15 > 0:23:20that's where you're mixing this up. You are you and I am...
0:23:20 > 0:23:21Oh...
0:23:21 > 0:23:25Did you say Beach has handed in his notice?
0:23:26 > 0:23:29It's all this terrible business with Julia's letter,
0:23:29 > 0:23:30it has left me demented.
0:23:30 > 0:23:34Good God, Connie, what have you been doing to the man?
0:23:35 > 0:23:37I shot him.
0:23:37 > 0:23:41I went to speak with Beach in his pantry and he wasn't there,
0:23:41 > 0:23:46but the wretched gun was, and through the window I saw him
0:23:46 > 0:23:52puffing across the lawn, and all of a sudden...I couldn't resist it.
0:23:54 > 0:23:56What sort of range?
0:23:56 > 0:24:00What? Good heavens, Clarence, I have no idea. 20 yards?
0:24:00 > 0:24:02HE LAUGHS
0:24:02 > 0:24:03What can it possibly matter?
0:24:03 > 0:24:08You couldn't hit a moving butler at 20 yards, don't be absurd.
0:24:08 > 0:24:12If you couldn't pot Doris Mapleton's titanic,
0:24:12 > 0:24:14snail-paced rump at... Oh!
0:24:14 > 0:24:17Did you see, I just remembered both her names? Ha-ha!
0:24:18 > 0:24:21Clarence, Beach has resigned.
0:24:23 > 0:24:25KNOCK ON DOOR
0:24:25 > 0:24:29Remain, sir, in that semi-recumbent posture.
0:24:30 > 0:24:35What's all this dashed nonsense? Leaving me?
0:24:37 > 0:24:40Better to tender my resignation, my lord, than to be dismissed.
0:24:40 > 0:24:45Dismissed? You're talking through your hat, Beach.
0:24:45 > 0:24:49I was the cause of Mr Baxter's precipitate departure.
0:24:49 > 0:24:55In a moment of uncontrollable impulse, my Lord, I shot him.
0:24:58 > 0:24:59Ah!
0:25:02 > 0:25:06What? I thought you were leaving because my sister plugged you.
0:25:07 > 0:25:10Her ladyship did not shoot me, my lord.
0:25:10 > 0:25:14The weapon went off in her hand accidentally,
0:25:14 > 0:25:17but the projectile passed me by, harmlessly.
0:25:17 > 0:25:20I thought it correct that I did not mention the matter.
0:25:20 > 0:25:23What distance was her ladyship when this unfortunate discharge occurred?
0:25:23 > 0:25:26Quite adjacent, about ten feet away.
0:25:26 > 0:25:2920 yards...
0:25:40 > 0:25:44What sort of range, m'dear fellow, would you say? Eh?
0:25:44 > 0:25:46A good 20 yards.
0:25:49 > 0:25:51Ah!
0:25:51 > 0:25:53A very pretty shot, my lord.
0:25:53 > 0:25:57Plenty more where that came from, you...you blister!
0:25:58 > 0:26:00Georgia.
0:26:02 > 0:26:06That bloke who had to have the megaphone removed,
0:26:06 > 0:26:08how much did he owe your brother?
0:26:08 > 0:26:12- Oh, tons. At least £50.- Oh.
0:26:12 > 0:26:15Nobby's just a big pussycat.
0:26:15 > 0:26:20He does whatever I say. Wrapped round this, is our Nobby.
0:26:24 > 0:26:27But tit for tat, eh?
0:26:27 > 0:26:29I'll get my big brother to play nice,
0:26:29 > 0:26:33you get Beach bunnikins to dance with me.
0:26:35 > 0:26:37Wait, hold the line a minute.
0:26:37 > 0:26:42You're saying that if Beach bunnikins shakes it up with you,
0:26:42 > 0:26:46right here, right now, the threat of violent death
0:26:46 > 0:26:51that is making me slightly distrait will just evaporate?
0:26:51 > 0:26:53Poof!
0:27:00 > 0:27:03I hear you've instructed Beach to serve champagne.
0:27:03 > 0:27:05Have I? How sensible of me.
0:27:05 > 0:27:08Am I to understand, therefore, that you have persuaded him to remain?
0:27:08 > 0:27:12- Was he off somewhere? - Shall we go down together?
0:27:14 > 0:27:17Did you ever find that original letter of Julia's?
0:27:17 > 0:27:20Just when I think you have not one single functioning brain cell,
0:27:20 > 0:27:23you surprise me. No, Clarence I have not yet found it.
0:27:23 > 0:27:27Found what? Have you lost something?
0:27:27 > 0:27:29Oh.
0:27:29 > 0:27:31MUSIC PLAYS
0:27:33 > 0:27:34Oh, I say...
0:27:38 > 0:27:39Hello.
0:27:44 > 0:27:47My lord. Your ladyship.
0:27:47 > 0:27:50Forgive me, I am about to have a modest heart attack.
0:27:50 > 0:27:52BEACH MOANS
0:27:55 > 0:27:56Oh!
0:28:00 > 0:28:05Oh, bless my soul. I do believe this is, um...
0:28:05 > 0:28:06Julia's letter.
0:28:06 > 0:28:10She wants your opinion on a flower arrangement
0:28:10 > 0:28:12that she's doing for the Women's Institute.
0:28:12 > 0:28:15"African violets, yes or no?'"
0:28:15 > 0:28:17Not much use asking you now, though, is it?
0:28:17 > 0:28:20Silly woman sent the letter weeks ago.
0:28:20 > 0:28:24African violets, are they life-threatening?
0:28:24 > 0:28:28I say, Connie, it appears we're having champagne.
0:28:28 > 0:28:30Capital!
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