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