0:01:01 > 0:01:02PHONE RINGS
0:01:06 > 0:01:07Oui?
0:01:08 > 0:01:10Qui?
0:01:10 > 0:01:12Non.
0:01:13 > 0:01:16Dites...
0:01:17 > 0:01:19Dites a ce monsieur que c'est trop tard.
0:01:23 > 0:01:26Too bloody late.
0:01:26 > 0:01:27Thank you...
0:01:27 > 0:01:31- The Dover train booked through to Paris.- Right you are, sir.
0:01:31 > 0:01:33I wish you every happiness, Chrissie.
0:01:35 > 0:01:38Marrying in Paris is a backdoor way out of it.
0:01:38 > 0:01:40What do they say at the office?
0:01:40 > 0:01:44Sylvia's mother was married in Paris, I let it be known.
0:01:44 > 0:01:46Thank you for that, Vinnie.
0:01:46 > 0:01:48But she's bitched me, old man.
0:01:50 > 0:01:51I don't even know if the child is mine.
0:01:51 > 0:01:54WHISTLE BLOWS
0:01:56 > 0:01:58Tea tray at 6:30.
0:01:58 > 0:02:00Yes, madam. Goodnight, madam.
0:02:05 > 0:02:06Sylvia!
0:02:06 > 0:02:09- KNOCKING - Sylvia!
0:02:10 > 0:02:12- Mr Drake!- Sylvia!
0:02:12 > 0:02:15- God damn you, I won't be... - Quite so.
0:02:15 > 0:02:18Thank you, Evie.
0:02:22 > 0:02:25Won't your wife be wondering where you are?
0:02:25 > 0:02:27I won't be sent away like an errand boy!
0:02:27 > 0:02:31This is not fair. And you're drunk.
0:02:32 > 0:02:35Sylvia, don't do this!
0:02:35 > 0:02:37What? Save myself from ruin?
0:02:37 > 0:02:40I'm pregnant, you fool!
0:02:40 > 0:02:43Whatever you want, it can't be that...that ox!
0:02:43 > 0:02:45What I want is to die.
0:02:47 > 0:02:48Death is what I...
0:02:50 > 0:02:55No, Gerald, don't. Darling, don't. It's not fair...
0:02:55 > 0:02:56Don't...
0:03:26 > 0:03:28I cut away early from a ghastly weekend party.
0:03:31 > 0:03:35- Are you going up to town?- Yes.
0:03:37 > 0:03:42My name is Tietjens.
0:03:42 > 0:03:44I'm Sylvia...Satterthwaite.
0:03:45 > 0:03:47I know.
0:03:47 > 0:03:49SYLVIA LAUGHS
0:04:07 > 0:04:10We will take a small house in Knightsbridge.
0:04:10 > 0:04:13Lowndes Street. Her mother will live with us.
0:04:13 > 0:04:17- Mrs Satterthwaite has contributed handsomely.- I see.
0:04:19 > 0:04:23I haven't seen that pretty box before.
0:04:25 > 0:04:26Gerald Drake gave it to me.
0:04:26 > 0:04:28Have you no shame?! On your wedding day!
0:04:28 > 0:04:33- When did he give it to you? - Last night.- Oh!
0:04:33 > 0:04:36You're a lying devil to say such a thing!
0:04:36 > 0:04:39Didn't I see her with it on the Channel ferry!
0:04:39 > 0:04:44So you're going to give me away twice in one morning?!
0:04:45 > 0:04:49- Did Father send word?- He sent me.
0:04:50 > 0:04:54- And my mother?- Your mother's soft, and brought you up soft. Not your fault.
0:04:54 > 0:04:58Second wife, late child, no Yorkshire woman - a bad combination.
0:04:58 > 0:05:00My mother IS Yorkshire.
0:05:00 > 0:05:03Oh, South Riding, by a whisker.
0:05:03 > 0:05:04Will you give me a cigarette?
0:05:04 > 0:05:07No, I will not give you a cigarette, and I'm glad your father's dead
0:05:07 > 0:05:10not to know today's work, and I'm sorry for your mother.
0:05:10 > 0:05:14Well, don't be. Christopher Tietjens is a Godsend.
0:05:14 > 0:05:17God-sent is one thing that he is not!
0:05:18 > 0:05:21So, you get yourself trapped by a papist bitch carrying a baby.
0:05:24 > 0:05:26Yes! I won't marry now.
0:05:26 > 0:05:30You're next, after me, and after you, it's that whore's child,
0:05:30 > 0:05:33who will be the 14th Tietjens of Groby.
0:05:39 > 0:05:43One heard things about you. That you were a wrong 'un.
0:05:43 > 0:05:46But better a wrong 'un than a mug.
0:05:46 > 0:05:49Yes, I suppose I was a mug.
0:05:54 > 0:05:58And yet, there's something glorious about her.
0:05:59 > 0:06:01THEY GROAN
0:06:01 > 0:06:03TRAIN WHISTLES
0:06:03 > 0:06:07CRYING
0:06:18 > 0:06:21Let Marchant go.
0:06:26 > 0:06:28What's the matter, old fellow?
0:06:28 > 0:06:31We had a nasty dream, didn't we?
0:06:31 > 0:06:33- Now, lie down.- No, no.
0:06:33 > 0:06:36I know what to do.
0:06:36 > 0:06:40A glass of warm milk, Marchie. It's the best thing for bad dreams.
0:06:47 > 0:06:52Now, a little conversation till we're sleepy, that's what I do.
0:06:55 > 0:06:58I had bad dreams sometimes when I was little.
0:07:01 > 0:07:04You see that?
0:07:06 > 0:07:10I could nearly touch Groby Tree from the night nursery window.
0:07:15 > 0:07:17There's all sorts of things hanging on the tree.
0:07:17 > 0:07:19They bring good luck.
0:07:26 > 0:07:29There's a wishing well in the stable yard.
0:07:32 > 0:07:35They say it's twice as deep as Groby Tree is high,
0:07:35 > 0:07:38and you can drop a penny in it and make a wish.
0:07:43 > 0:07:45Should I tell you how long it falls?
0:07:47 > 0:07:50I used to count, as long as this...
0:07:52 > 0:07:55One,
0:07:55 > 0:07:59two,
0:07:59 > 0:08:01three...
0:08:04 > 0:08:06..four...
0:08:10 > 0:08:11..five...
0:08:14 > 0:08:16..six...
0:08:19 > 0:08:22..seven, eight...
0:08:24 > 0:08:26..nine...
0:08:29 > 0:08:31..ten.
0:08:44 > 0:08:46Soft.
0:08:46 > 0:08:47Oh, Mr Christopher!
0:08:53 > 0:08:56- Telegram, sir.- Thank you, Bridget.
0:08:56 > 0:09:01- While you're there, please, Bridget, teapot.- Yes, ma'am.
0:09:13 > 0:09:16"Maisie Mulgrew wishes it to be known that she is enjoying
0:09:16 > 0:09:19"sexual connection with Captain WM O'Donnell."
0:09:19 > 0:09:22- What?- No! China!
0:09:24 > 0:09:26You! Pulling the strings of the shower bath.
0:09:26 > 0:09:30"The honourable Mrs Frederick Mulgrew, whose husband, we hear,
0:09:30 > 0:09:32"is spoken of for the Vienna Embassy,
0:09:32 > 0:09:36"enjoys the polo with Captain WM O'Donnell."
0:09:36 > 0:09:40That's Maisie getting even with Frederick Mulgrew for his fling with Lady Egret.
0:09:40 > 0:09:42You have no reason to say so.
0:09:43 > 0:09:45Thank you, Bridget - Darjeeling.
0:09:47 > 0:09:51And Mr Tietjens needs more coffee, I expect.
0:09:51 > 0:09:54Oh, I don't think Maisie's got the gumption to go through with it.
0:09:54 > 0:09:57But the readers like a whiff of sex coming off our crowd,
0:09:57 > 0:09:59like a vapour,
0:09:59 > 0:10:05like the steam on the water at the crocodile house at the zoo.
0:10:15 > 0:10:20- I'm bored!- Only you could be bored with the end of the world upon us.
0:10:20 > 0:10:22- Who says?- I says.
0:10:22 > 0:10:25The Prime Minister has asked the King to create
0:10:25 > 0:10:32400 Liberal peers so the working classes can have free medicines.
0:10:32 > 0:10:37Oh, but I see the Association of Domestic Servants
0:10:37 > 0:10:40is against the Insurance Bill. Why would that be, I wonder?
0:10:40 > 0:10:42Now is your chance to ask. ..Thank you.
0:10:42 > 0:10:44- Go on, then.- Well, Bridget?
0:10:47 > 0:10:52- I'm sure I don't know, sir. - Well, I'm sure I do. It is because the National Insurance Bill violates
0:10:52 > 0:10:56that beautiful intimacy that exists between a servant and their mistress.
0:10:57 > 0:11:02The Association of Domestic Servants is Tory through and through!
0:11:02 > 0:11:05It is the duty of employers to look after
0:11:05 > 0:11:09the welfare of their employees, and those who don't should go to prison.
0:11:09 > 0:11:12- Who thinks that?- I am the last, except for a few dukes, like your cousin, Westershire.
0:11:12 > 0:11:15- Do you wonder I can't bear him?- No.
0:11:15 > 0:11:19You married above your intellect and don't take kindly to disadvantage.
0:11:19 > 0:11:23However, the new Liberal peers won't be necessary.
0:11:23 > 0:11:26The Upper House will cave in and vote to make itself irrelevant.
0:11:27 > 0:11:30- And is that the end of the world?- No.
0:11:30 > 0:11:34- The world ended long ago, in the 18th Century.- Ha-ha!
0:11:40 > 0:11:42Do you know what he's doing?!
0:11:42 > 0:11:46He's making corrections in the Encyclopedia Britannica!
0:11:48 > 0:11:50If I'd killed him, no jury would convict!
0:11:55 > 0:11:58BANGING AND RAISED VOICES
0:11:58 > 0:12:01BELL RINGS
0:12:04 > 0:12:07Look, it's him with the purple Rolls.
0:12:20 > 0:12:23You've been giving the mare less liquorice in her mash.
0:12:23 > 0:12:27I told you she'd go better. Trust you to remember, sir! Thank you.
0:12:27 > 0:12:29MAN: Morning!
0:12:34 > 0:12:37- Good morning!- Good morning, sir. - Tietjens! Did you receive my telegram?
0:12:37 > 0:12:40And a very good morning to you, too, Macmaster. So you looked over my figures.
0:12:40 > 0:12:43Yes, and the Chief will have my head if I give them to him.
0:12:43 > 0:12:45Well, don't, then. You asked for my help.
0:12:45 > 0:12:50- Yes, and you've weighted the calculations as though people... - As though people became ill
0:12:50 > 0:12:52according to what they have to pay for medical treatment!
0:12:52 > 0:12:57They do, it will ruin the Exchequer, and I intend Sir Reginald to know it.
0:12:57 > 0:13:02Suppose you could bolt with a new man every week and no questions asked.
0:13:02 > 0:13:06- Ripping! Can I have this?- No.
0:13:06 > 0:13:11But the question is, how long would it stay ripping
0:13:11 > 0:13:14before you're simply yawning to get back to your husband?
0:13:14 > 0:13:17- How long?- It's not a riddle, Sylvia. I'm asking.- Mmm.
0:13:20 > 0:13:24Well... It would have to be weekends only.
0:13:24 > 0:13:29One would still need a home, a husband for show midweek,
0:13:29 > 0:13:33and a place to store one's maid. I couldn't do without Hullo Central.
0:13:33 > 0:13:35KNOCKING
0:13:37 > 0:13:40Mrs Tietjens is not at home.
0:13:40 > 0:13:42Oh, but she...
0:13:42 > 0:13:44Sylvia, you are such a rotter.
0:13:44 > 0:13:46Well, I'm not dressed for a picnic.
0:13:46 > 0:13:50Anyway, I've realised there's no point in a fling if one's husband doesn't notice.
0:13:50 > 0:13:55- I'd go!- It's no use, Potty loves me!
0:13:55 > 0:13:59He wants me to leave Christopher and go abroad with him.
0:14:01 > 0:14:03Oh, I'd like to shake him!
0:14:03 > 0:14:08- Who?- My husband, of course.
0:14:08 > 0:14:11Shake some reaction out of that great lump!
0:14:15 > 0:14:17Do you happen to have a cigarette?
0:14:17 > 0:14:18Yes, of course.
0:14:22 > 0:14:24Thank you.
0:14:39 > 0:14:42Now look here, don't be obtuse, Tietjens.
0:14:42 > 0:14:45Dammit, man, is the department's duty to support Waterhouse
0:14:45 > 0:14:48and make his case to the house. Do you understand?
0:14:48 > 0:14:51- Minister has to show the figures for the insurance bill will balance. - Well, they won't.
0:14:51 > 0:14:54And I should have thought it was this department's duty to tell him so.
0:14:54 > 0:14:58Tietjens, you're the cleverest young man in London, Macmaster says,
0:14:58 > 0:15:00and I'm inclined to believe him.
0:15:00 > 0:15:04But he and I, with our blunt instruments,
0:15:04 > 0:15:07have managed to grasp something that you cannot.
0:15:07 > 0:15:09- Why thank you, Sir Reginald. - Which is...
0:15:09 > 0:15:12that if they don't get what they require from you, they'll put some
0:15:12 > 0:15:16competition-wallah head clerk on it and take our credit from us.
0:15:19 > 0:15:22I simply wish you to be aware of the fact...
0:15:22 > 0:15:26there's no difficulty in adjusting the calculations to produce
0:15:26 > 0:15:28a more congenial result.
0:15:28 > 0:15:31I can let Macmaster have it in the hour and 10 minutes remaining
0:15:31 > 0:15:35but I insist on his taking credit for it.
0:15:36 > 0:15:38Good man.
0:15:39 > 0:15:41Votes for women!
0:15:41 > 0:15:42It's him, it's Waterhouse!
0:15:42 > 0:15:45WOMEN SHOUT
0:15:49 > 0:15:51What the devil is going on here?
0:15:51 > 0:15:53- Keep moving, sir.- Excuse me.
0:15:53 > 0:15:55This way, please.
0:15:55 > 0:15:58We came through without a scratch. Thanks, Bertram.
0:15:58 > 0:16:01My fault for inviting a liberal. Christmas spirit, you know?
0:16:02 > 0:16:04Will you be going on to Diana's?
0:16:06 > 0:16:08- Merry Christmas, Victoria. - Merry Christmas...
0:16:16 > 0:16:19- Christopher! There you are at last. - Yeah, sorry.
0:16:20 > 0:16:24- You look lovely. - You look like thunder.
0:16:28 > 0:16:32You didn't mind that I let Potty bring me ahead.
0:16:34 > 0:16:35No, of course not.
0:16:35 > 0:16:38- Will you dance? - I would if that were dancing.
0:16:38 > 0:16:41Will you save me one when there's a tune?
0:16:57 > 0:17:01- You're a writer?- Ah, yes, a little of the critic.
0:17:01 > 0:17:04- My book on Rosetti will be appearing...- Macmaster.
0:17:05 > 0:17:08- How rude!- That fellow over there was Sandbach.
0:17:08 > 0:17:12He's the Right Honourable Stephen Waterhouse.
0:17:12 > 0:17:15He's the swine that made us fake that schedule at the office.
0:17:15 > 0:17:18- I'm going to have a word with him. - For God's sake, Chrissie!
0:17:18 > 0:17:22Those suffragettes, I would have whipped till they bled.
0:17:22 > 0:17:24Spank them, that's what I say.
0:17:24 > 0:17:25What have we come to
0:17:25 > 0:17:28when a government minister can't go anywhere without a policeman?
0:17:28 > 0:17:31Perhaps if the Prime Minister had kept his promise to address
0:17:31 > 0:17:34the women's concerns after the summer recess...
0:17:34 > 0:17:38- Christian, my dear fellow... - ..the women would keep their promise to stop protesting,
0:17:38 > 0:17:42- while the police had their hands full with the coronation. - Give the PM a chit.
0:17:42 > 0:17:45Quite right. Tietjens, hark to my brother-in-law, the general.
0:17:45 > 0:17:50- Tietjens. Oh,- you- must be the genius. Allow me to thank you.
0:17:50 > 0:17:53We couldn't have got the insurance bill before the house
0:17:53 > 0:17:56till the next session without your figures.
0:17:56 > 0:17:58You're taking the credit from Macmaster.
0:17:58 > 0:18:02- Oh, no, we know who to thank. Sir Reginald let it out.- Macmaster?
0:18:02 > 0:18:06Are you the fellow you brought with you?
0:18:06 > 0:18:08Who are his people?
0:18:11 > 0:18:13His father was a shipping clerk in Edinburgh.
0:18:16 > 0:18:17Well!
0:18:18 > 0:18:23- Was he angry with me?- Angry with his wife, I expect. We got the brunt.
0:18:25 > 0:18:28- No!- Yes.- No, Potty.
0:18:28 > 0:18:31Don't call me Potty.
0:18:31 > 0:18:33But it suits you.
0:18:36 > 0:18:39Will you come away with me?
0:18:39 > 0:18:43Well, I might...one day.
0:19:14 > 0:19:16Sylvia has gone off with that fellow...
0:19:16 > 0:19:18Perowne.
0:19:20 > 0:19:23I'm letting Lowndes Street, and warehousing the furniture.
0:19:23 > 0:19:25I'm taking Michael to my sister, Effie,
0:19:25 > 0:19:27she's married to a vicar who has one of our livings.
0:19:27 > 0:19:29Marchant will go with him.
0:19:31 > 0:19:33So you'll be wanting your old rooms?
0:19:33 > 0:19:34Mm-hm.
0:20:19 > 0:20:21One...
0:20:21 > 0:20:23two...
0:20:23 > 0:20:25Three...
0:20:25 > 0:20:27To aunt Effie.
0:20:28 > 0:20:30Five... six...
0:20:31 > 0:20:33Walk on.
0:20:43 > 0:20:45Trott on.
0:21:00 > 0:21:05Poor child, living like an orphan with his aunt Effie.
0:21:07 > 0:21:11Bear up, old girl. You'll be near at hand now for Michael.
0:21:13 > 0:21:14Your wife has shamed you both.
0:21:16 > 0:21:17All of us.
0:21:28 > 0:21:32- You'll divorce?- No, only a blagger would submit his wife to that.
0:21:33 > 0:21:36Mrs Satterthwaite established herself at a German spa,
0:21:36 > 0:21:40so that it may be said that Sylvia has gone abroad to nurse her.
0:21:41 > 0:21:44The mother's a bitch but a sensible one.
0:21:48 > 0:21:51The motor-plough didn't serve.
0:21:53 > 0:21:55It's all coming.
0:22:20 > 0:22:25He's someone called Thurston, I met him somewhere. He won't gossip.
0:22:25 > 0:22:28I don't care if he does.
0:22:28 > 0:22:33- Well, thank you very much. - What does it matter? Now or later.
0:22:33 > 0:22:35We're not going to hide for ever.
0:22:38 > 0:22:40- Well, that's the thing, Potty. - What thing?
0:22:44 > 0:22:46It's not for ever.
0:22:47 > 0:22:52- Yes, it is.- I hope you're not going to behave badly.- About what?
0:22:54 > 0:22:59- About my going back, before it's too late.- Oh, no, you're not.
0:22:59 > 0:23:04- What are you talking about? - I miss my husband.- No, you don't!
0:23:04 > 0:23:09- You call him...a great lump of wood.- Oh, he is.
0:23:09 > 0:23:12I often want to kill him just to see if there's any blood in him.
0:23:12 > 0:23:15I'm permanently angry with him.
0:23:15 > 0:23:18But he's spoiled me for any other decently groomed man in London.
0:23:18 > 0:23:21He knows everything about everything.
0:23:21 > 0:23:23That's the difference between being with a grown man
0:23:23 > 0:23:25and trying to entertain a schoolboy.
0:23:27 > 0:23:29But you love me.
0:23:31 > 0:23:32Don't you?
0:23:33 > 0:23:35Er... I overlooked you.
0:23:35 > 0:23:40Your dullness, and not knowing French and drinking too much or too little
0:23:40 > 0:23:45and oh, I don't know, everything really, from being all over me
0:23:45 > 0:23:48the moment we were on the train to sulking if I'm not all over you.
0:23:48 > 0:23:51Especially that side of things.
0:23:51 > 0:23:55Which became like reading a book you've read before.
0:23:56 > 0:24:03Why can't one get a man to go away with one and be just...light comedy?
0:24:04 > 0:24:08I say, you're not going to kill yourself, I hope, Potty.
0:24:11 > 0:24:15I want you to swear on your St Anthony that you won't leave me.
0:24:16 > 0:24:19- I'll do no such thing. - Then I'll kill you if you try.
0:24:21 > 0:24:23The French understand these things.
0:24:23 > 0:24:28These hotels one has been staying in, the notepaper is simply shaming.
0:24:36 > 0:24:40A weekend on the golf links might do me some good,
0:24:40 > 0:24:43hobnobbing with our masters.
0:24:45 > 0:24:48I will change into my golfing togs when we get to our digs.
0:24:48 > 0:24:50One never knows who might be on the train.
0:24:50 > 0:24:54Mr Sandbach MP, going down to his constituency...
0:24:59 > 0:25:00Ah!
0:25:03 > 0:25:05The proofs of my monograph.
0:25:16 > 0:25:18Sylvia asks me to take her back.
0:25:24 > 0:25:26She's joined her mother in Germany.
0:25:29 > 0:25:32- Will you take a back?- I imagine so.
0:25:34 > 0:25:37There's the child to consider.
0:25:37 > 0:25:40Marchant says he's...
0:25:40 > 0:25:42beginning to talk like a farmer's boy already.
0:25:45 > 0:25:47Well, I shan't have a house again.
0:25:47 > 0:25:50There's a certain discredit attached to itself to a cuckold,
0:25:50 > 0:25:52quite properly.
0:25:53 > 0:25:56Anything beyond a flat looks like impudence in a man
0:25:56 > 0:25:58who can't keep his wife.
0:26:04 > 0:26:07I wish you'd divorce her. Drag her through the mud.
0:26:07 > 0:26:10For a gentleman, there's such a thing as...
0:26:13 > 0:26:18- ..call it parade.- And if you met someone you want to marry?
0:26:19 > 0:26:22- It would change nothing. I stand for monogamy.- You...
0:26:22 > 0:26:24Aye, monogamy and chastity.
0:26:26 > 0:26:27And for not talking about it.
0:26:39 > 0:26:43"Better far tho hearts may break Bid farewell for aye!
0:26:45 > 0:26:49"Lest thy sad eyes meeting mine Tempt my soul away."
0:26:52 > 0:26:53That's great poetry.
0:26:56 > 0:26:58That's your obese poet painter talking about it in language
0:26:58 > 0:27:01like congealed bacon fat.
0:27:03 > 0:27:06- You have a way of putting things. - I haven't.
0:27:06 > 0:27:09If I had, it would make it better for me. Here.
0:27:11 > 0:27:13"Except resumption yoke on condition
0:27:13 > 0:27:15"child stay with sister Effie and Anglican.
0:27:15 > 0:27:17"Wire if acceptable."
0:27:21 > 0:27:23I for one am sorry.
0:27:26 > 0:27:29- She must have a way of putting things.- She has.
0:27:31 > 0:27:36"I am now ready to return to you, if I can keep hullo central,
0:27:36 > 0:27:40"there being no-one else I can bear to have near me,
0:27:40 > 0:27:43"when I have retired for the night." That's all.
0:27:47 > 0:27:50She should be the consort of the... I don't know,
0:27:50 > 0:27:53of the Viceroy of India.
0:28:02 > 0:28:04We'll get in a round of golf today.
0:28:04 > 0:28:08Tomorrow a breakfasting with the rector who'll help me with my book.
0:28:08 > 0:28:10But of course he did.
0:28:10 > 0:28:14You mean the Reverend Duchemin who hosted those famous breakfasts at Cambridge?
0:28:14 > 0:28:17He's no longer at Cambridge. He has a rectory near Rye.
0:28:17 > 0:28:19Oh.
0:28:23 > 0:28:29Lady Claudine says come and pick a bone at Mountby. You too, Macmaster.
0:28:30 > 0:28:33Thank you, I won't. Macmaster would be delighted.
0:28:33 > 0:28:35You're the great Macmaster?
0:28:35 > 0:28:38That's very good of you to say, Mr Sandbach.
0:28:38 > 0:28:42- The caddie heard tell. - Plus one at North Berwick.
0:28:43 > 0:28:47Oh, good God. Is that Waterhouse up ahead?
0:29:02 > 0:29:04Mm.
0:29:05 > 0:29:07Hm!
0:29:10 > 0:29:15Get Chrissie back to Sylvia as quick as you can.
0:29:16 > 0:29:21Believe me, Sylvia is a splendid girl. Straight as a die.
0:29:21 > 0:29:23Takes her fences clean.
0:29:25 > 0:29:29- Chrissie must have been running after the skirts. No?- No.
0:29:29 > 0:29:32- I dare say a little...- No!- No?
0:29:32 > 0:29:34It will be resented.
0:29:34 > 0:29:38Half the houses in London would be closed to him, so do what you can.
0:29:51 > 0:29:52Hooked it.
0:29:52 > 0:29:55I loathe this game.
0:29:55 > 0:29:57Why do you play, then?
0:29:57 > 0:29:59Macmaster has no-one else.
0:30:19 > 0:30:21Votes for women!
0:30:21 > 0:30:23Votes for women!
0:30:23 > 0:30:25Votes for women!
0:30:25 > 0:30:27Votes for women!
0:30:27 > 0:30:30- Oi! Come here, you! - Votes for women!
0:30:30 > 0:30:32Is it our blood you want before you give in?
0:30:33 > 0:30:37Stop! Stop! Stop where you are!
0:30:37 > 0:30:41- Votes for women!- Votes for women! - Run, Gertie!
0:30:44 > 0:30:46SHRILL WHISTLE
0:30:48 > 0:30:51By jove! Miss Wannop!
0:30:53 > 0:30:55Suffragettes.
0:30:57 > 0:30:59Get off!
0:31:01 > 0:31:03You're under arrest!
0:31:03 > 0:31:04Valentine!
0:31:09 > 0:31:12I say, sorry to spoil your shot.
0:31:13 > 0:31:17Go and see that they don't hurt Gertie. I've lost her.
0:31:17 > 0:31:19DISTANT COMMOTION
0:31:19 > 0:31:21You've been demonstrating.
0:31:21 > 0:31:24Well, of course, we have, but you won't see a girl be manhandled.
0:31:24 > 0:31:28There looked to be some beasts among them - a regular rat-hunt -
0:31:28 > 0:31:29and Gertie can't run.
0:31:29 > 0:31:33You cut away, then. I'll look after Gertie.
0:31:34 > 0:31:38- No, I'll come with you.- Clear out, unless you want to go to gaol.
0:31:38 > 0:31:40- Tally-ho!- Help!
0:31:40 > 0:31:41Run!
0:31:44 > 0:31:47Strip the bitch naked! Strip the bitch
0:31:47 > 0:31:49stark naked! Stop!
0:31:51 > 0:31:54- Stop!- Stop!- Stop!
0:31:57 > 0:31:59You couldn't have done more, Officer.
0:32:01 > 0:32:03I expect you're a bit shaken.
0:32:04 > 0:32:06Anybody would be.
0:32:06 > 0:32:07Thank you, sir.
0:32:11 > 0:32:12Run, Gertie!
0:32:14 > 0:32:17We've got them! We've got them!
0:32:26 > 0:32:30You'll have to go round by Camber railway bridge!
0:32:44 > 0:32:45Idiot!
0:32:46 > 0:32:48I refuse to play with you.
0:32:48 > 0:32:52In fact, I've a good mind to issue a warrant for your arrest, for obstructing justice.
0:32:52 > 0:32:55You can't. You're not a borough magistrate. Look it up.
0:32:58 > 0:33:01Chrissie, you are the bloody limit!
0:33:01 > 0:33:05The bobby didn't want to arrest the girls. He was yearning not to.
0:33:06 > 0:33:12Was that girl your...a friend of yours? Had you arranged it with her?
0:33:12 > 0:33:16If it was the Wannop girl - if the woman that's come between you
0:33:16 > 0:33:19and Sylvia, dammit, is our little suffragette...
0:33:19 > 0:33:21- Good God!- Put her back, Chrissie.
0:33:21 > 0:33:23I give you my word.
0:33:24 > 0:33:27They say they're all whores.
0:33:29 > 0:33:33I beg your pardon, if you like the Wannop girl.
0:33:33 > 0:33:35Her father was a great friend of your father's.
0:33:35 > 0:33:42Of course, I remember... Professor Wannop, the classicist.
0:33:44 > 0:33:47He didn't leave a farthing and there's a son at Eton.
0:33:47 > 0:33:50The widow and daughter have a deuced hard row to hoe.
0:33:50 > 0:33:55I know Claudine takes them all the peaches she can cadge out of Paul's gardener.
0:33:57 > 0:33:59Perhaps you feel sorry for her, is that it?
0:33:59 > 0:34:02I think that's enough confusion to be going on with.
0:34:02 > 0:34:06But you should know Mrs Satterthwaite is much recovered at her German spa
0:34:06 > 0:34:11- and I'm expecting to go over in a day or two to bring Sylvia and her mother home.- Good boy!
0:34:13 > 0:34:20Kiss her fingertips for me. She's the real thing, you lucky beggar.
0:34:37 > 0:34:39'The littleness of it...'
0:34:39 > 0:34:43our drawing-room comedy of sex-obsession!
0:34:43 > 0:34:46When the war comes, it'll blow right through it, thank God!
0:34:46 > 0:34:47War is impossible,
0:34:47 > 0:34:50at any rate with this country in it.
0:34:50 > 0:34:53Is that what they said at your dinner with the Tories?
0:34:53 > 0:34:55In two years, round about grouse-shooting time,
0:34:55 > 0:34:59- there'll be a European war, with Britain plumb in the middle of it. - Ah, the Tietjens exactitude!
0:35:00 > 0:35:04- Where's your evidence? - In the office.
0:35:05 > 0:35:06It's late.
0:35:06 > 0:35:09We're expected at the Duchemin's breakfast -
0:35:09 > 0:35:12if you haven't been arrested.
0:35:12 > 0:35:14THEY LAUGH
0:35:14 > 0:35:18I gave the policeman a £5 note from that swine of a Cabinet Minister,
0:35:18 > 0:35:21though I shouldn't call him that, he gave me dinner.
0:35:21 > 0:35:23Besides which, he's a decent fellow.
0:35:24 > 0:35:26So it's hands off the Wannop girl.
0:35:26 > 0:35:30The fair one - Miss Valentine Wannop,
0:35:30 > 0:35:32holder of the quarter-mile, half-mile,
0:35:32 > 0:35:36high jump and long jump records for East Sussex,
0:35:36 > 0:35:40and housemaid-typewriter for her mother, the novelist.
0:35:40 > 0:35:42The other one's not local, probably London.
0:35:42 > 0:35:45Never underestimate the Sussex constabulary.
0:35:46 > 0:35:51Oh, and it is generally believed that Miss Wannop and I are in cahoots, if not worse.
0:35:56 > 0:35:58Why do you look like that?
0:35:59 > 0:36:04Because I'm waiting for my wife to wire me to fetch her home.
0:36:06 > 0:36:07And this is what I look like.
0:36:18 > 0:36:21There are times when a woman hates a man, even a very good man,
0:36:21 > 0:36:23as my husband was.
0:36:23 > 0:36:27I have walked behind a man's back and nearly screamed with
0:36:27 > 0:36:30the desire to sink my nails into the veins of his neck.
0:36:30 > 0:36:32And Sylvia's got it worse than I.
0:36:32 > 0:36:39- If the woman, as the Church directs, would have children and live decent. - But Sylvia's had a child.
0:36:39 > 0:36:44- Whose?! That blaggard Drake's, wasn't it?- It was probably Drake's.
0:36:44 > 0:36:46I am here, you know!
0:36:46 > 0:36:48I am done with men.
0:36:49 > 0:36:52Think of all the ruin that child has meant for me.
0:36:52 > 0:36:54And Christopher's perfectly soppy about it.
0:36:54 > 0:36:56You don't deserve your husband, anyway.
0:36:56 > 0:37:00I can't imagine why he sent that telegram.
0:37:00 > 0:37:01Resume yoke, indeed!
0:37:01 > 0:37:08He sent it out of lordly, dull, full-dress consideration that drives me distracted.
0:37:08 > 0:37:13He couldn't write me a letter, because he'd have to put "Dear Sylvia" - and I'm not.
0:37:13 > 0:37:17He's that precise sort of imbecile.
0:37:17 > 0:37:21I'll settle down by his side and I'll be chaste.
0:37:21 > 0:37:25I've made up my mind to it. I'll be bored stiff for the rest of my life,
0:37:25 > 0:37:31except for one thing - I can torment that man and I'll do it, for all the times he's tormented me.
0:37:36 > 0:37:38I've come from Normandy without sleep, you see.
0:37:44 > 0:37:49Oh! I'll tell them downstairs to simply telegraph Christopher,
0:37:49 > 0:37:51"Righto".
0:37:59 > 0:38:03I'll send the Reverend Duchemin a signed copy of my book.
0:38:03 > 0:38:04His word still carries weight.
0:38:04 > 0:38:10Of course, sucking up to Duchemin was always the price for kedgeree and poached eggs!
0:38:10 > 0:38:12BELL TINKLES
0:38:13 > 0:38:16Welcome! Welcome!
0:38:17 > 0:38:19I'm the curate here!
0:38:19 > 0:38:21Oh, Good Lord.
0:38:26 > 0:38:29Thank you, thank you!
0:38:29 > 0:38:33Ups-a-daisy. My name's Horsley.
0:38:33 > 0:38:36- Macmaster. - Where did you get this job lot?
0:38:37 > 0:38:41Gosh, don't you know you've got a 13 hands pony harness on a 16 and a half hands horse?
0:38:41 > 0:38:45Let the bit out three holes. It's tearing the animal's tongue in half.
0:38:46 > 0:38:52I'm not sure it's playing the game, Valentine, asking you to be here. If your mother knew...
0:38:52 > 0:38:55Mother wanted to come with me when I told her it was to meet a critic,
0:38:55 > 0:38:57but I got away in the carriage.
0:38:59 > 0:39:02That's perfect. Nobody will even see your husband.
0:39:03 > 0:39:07I've told Duchemin's keeper to keep him out till a quarter past.
0:39:07 > 0:39:10I've set a place for your Gertie, but never mind.
0:39:10 > 0:39:15We've got the old curate's sister staying with us, Miss Fox, and she's stone deaf!
0:39:15 > 0:39:18- An empty chair next to her makes no difference.- This way!
0:39:18 > 0:39:22The ladies will be in here! We arrived together! He-he!
0:39:22 > 0:39:26Miss... Good morning. I'm Macmaster.
0:39:26 > 0:39:30We're living in a state of siege, ladies. Tee-hee!
0:39:30 > 0:39:31It's so good of you to come.
0:39:31 > 0:39:34Pleasure, thank you for having me. Christopher Tietjens.
0:39:34 > 0:39:38A pleasure indeed and you must be the famous Vincent Macmaster.
0:39:38 > 0:39:41- Mr Sandbach MP and half a dozen... - A pleasure, Ma'am.
0:39:41 > 0:39:44- I'm Edith Duchemin and this is Miss Wannop!- Ah, Miss Wannop!
0:39:44 > 0:39:46..and armed with loaded canes...
0:39:46 > 0:39:51Gentlemen, you must be tired from your journey. Allow me to show you to your seats.
0:39:51 > 0:39:53- ..scouring the country lanes, tee-hee!- Thank you.
0:39:53 > 0:39:57- You are here Mr Tietjens, I thought. - Thank you.- And here, for you,
0:39:57 > 0:39:59Mr Macmaster. And I next to you!
0:39:59 > 0:40:01..drink had been taken!
0:40:01 > 0:40:06If you are hungry, there's... Well, I hope you'll find something to your liking.
0:40:06 > 0:40:11- Thank you.- ..is said to have egged them on.
0:40:11 > 0:40:15He's putting up at Lady Claudine's for Royal duties at Dover.
0:40:15 > 0:40:18- Campion is taking the escort... - I must thank you for yesterday.
0:40:18 > 0:40:23..the Buffs' colours on the altar of St Peter's tomorrow morning.
0:40:23 > 0:40:28- Ah, Mrs Wannop, what a pleasant surprise!- Mother?!- Which is Mr Macmaster, the critic?
0:40:32 > 0:40:34Are you Mr Macmaster, the critic?
0:40:34 > 0:40:35I am Macmaster.
0:40:35 > 0:40:42Oh, Mr Macmaster, my new book is coming out on Tuesday...
0:40:42 > 0:40:44Mother, what have you done with Gertie?
0:40:44 > 0:40:48She's lying low in the attic... High, rather.
0:40:48 > 0:40:53It will be of interest to you to hear about my book.
0:40:53 > 0:40:56To you journalists, a little inside information is always...
0:40:56 > 0:40:58I'm not a journalist!
0:40:58 > 0:41:00Well, a critic.
0:41:00 > 0:41:05- I don't review books. I'm not a critic in the sense of... - Of course you are.
0:41:05 > 0:41:06I write for the critical quarterlies.
0:41:06 > 0:41:11- Mr Macmaster... - Oh, the critical quarterlies!
0:41:11 > 0:41:16Mr Horsley, sit Mrs Wannop next to you and feed her!
0:41:16 > 0:41:21That is exactly what my book needs - a good, long, deep...
0:41:21 > 0:41:24Ups-a-daisy. That's the Reverend's chair.
0:41:24 > 0:41:30- The critical quarterlies have shown a deplorable lack of interest - serious interest...- That's better.
0:41:33 > 0:41:38- Would you allow me to help you to...?- Oh, a little caviar. A peach!
0:41:39 > 0:41:45I'm afraid I... I'm afraid I must... You see, my husband...
0:41:45 > 0:41:48I beg you, dear lady, do not concern yourself.
0:41:48 > 0:41:54I think this party's very badly arranged. Very bad management.
0:41:54 > 0:41:57- ..or perhaps not. Sometimes you'd never know he was...- One understands.
0:41:57 > 0:42:02Only to spend a fleeting hour in these perfect surroundings.
0:42:02 > 0:42:05You know the lines, "As when the swallow
0:42:05 > 0:42:08"gliding from lofty portal to lofty portal,
0:42:08 > 0:42:12"out of the dark and into the light and out again into the dark"?
0:42:12 > 0:42:17- Oh, yes! Yes! It takes a poet! - I have a message for you, from Mr Waterhouse.
0:42:17 > 0:42:21I told him I did not know you and did not expect to see you. He didn't believe me.
0:42:22 > 0:42:24If it's to invite me for a chat,
0:42:24 > 0:42:27I don't intend to place myself in the way of his condescension.
0:42:27 > 0:42:31No, not that. He wants you to know that there are no charges against you.
0:42:31 > 0:42:34Well, what about Gertie?
0:42:34 > 0:42:37Gertie, too, as far as yesterday is concerned,
0:42:37 > 0:42:42but I'd get her out from your attic, if she's on the run from the Metropolitan Police, which she is.
0:42:59 > 0:43:01(Parry?)
0:43:01 > 0:43:05Good God, it's Parry, the Bermondsey light-middleweight!
0:43:05 > 0:43:08Mr Macmaster seems to know him, too.
0:43:08 > 0:43:10He taught me to box at Cambridge.
0:43:16 > 0:43:20Good morning...Doctor.
0:43:23 > 0:43:24I-II'm not a doctor.
0:43:24 > 0:43:26Yes... Yes.
0:43:26 > 0:43:30The stethoscope packed in the hat
0:43:30 > 0:43:31left in the hall.
0:43:34 > 0:43:37And your friend? Another medical man?
0:43:37 > 0:43:40It takes two doctors, of course,
0:43:40 > 0:43:44to certify a lunatic. Ah, Parry.
0:43:44 > 0:43:47Sole fillets - very good! Kidneys to follow.
0:43:47 > 0:43:48Very good, sir.
0:43:51 > 0:43:52I am Macmaster.
0:43:52 > 0:43:55We corresponded and you invited me for breakfast.
0:43:56 > 0:43:58Of course I did!
0:43:58 > 0:43:59Macmaster, the budding critic!
0:44:01 > 0:44:02And friend.
0:44:02 > 0:44:07Macmaster and friend to breakfast!
0:44:07 > 0:44:09Not medical men.
0:44:12 > 0:44:13But you look tired.
0:44:15 > 0:44:16Worn.
0:44:18 > 0:44:19Worn out.
0:44:21 > 0:44:24I detect the pallor of self-abuse.
0:44:26 > 0:44:30Don't turn round. Vincent Macmaster is quite capable.
0:44:30 > 0:44:33Post coitum tristia. Ah, the sorrows of spent semen!
0:44:33 > 0:44:36Boys or girls, in your case?
0:44:36 > 0:44:39Sir, your fish is getting cold! I'll bring the kidneys!
0:44:39 > 0:44:42- If he'll eat a little - it brings the blood down from the head. - Oh, forgive!
0:44:43 > 0:44:44It's dreadful for you.
0:44:44 > 0:44:50- My dear lady, please don't worry, it's what I'm for.- Oh, you good man.
0:44:50 > 0:44:58Deprensum in puero tetricis me vocibus, uxor, corripis et culum te quoque habere refers.
0:44:58 > 0:45:01Of course! The daughter of Professor Wannop would know her Latin!
0:45:01 > 0:45:04I can stop this. Shall I?
0:45:04 > 0:45:07Yes. Yes, anything!
0:45:07 > 0:45:09Marcus Valerius Martialis, book 11, epigram 43,
0:45:09 > 0:45:13the lament of the wife of a boy-buggerer -
0:45:13 > 0:45:16"My dear, I have an arsehole too!"
0:45:17 > 0:45:21Get him out - the way you beat Kid Cantor at Hackney Baths!
0:45:21 > 0:45:25I have often had to refer my wife to Marcus 11, 43.
0:45:25 > 0:45:30"Alas, my dear, with women, it's more a case of having two cu..." Ugh!
0:45:31 > 0:45:35You all right, sir? It's time to write your sermon sir.
0:45:38 > 0:45:40Ready? There we go.
0:45:42 > 0:45:45Dearest lady, it's all over now. I assure you.
0:45:45 > 0:45:48Please forgive! You can never respect me?
0:45:49 > 0:45:51You're the bravest woman I know.
0:45:55 > 0:45:58BICYCLE BELLS RINGS Goodbye!
0:46:11 > 0:46:14This isn't the rig for you, Mrs Wannop.
0:46:14 > 0:46:18A pony and basketwork chaise, that's the trap for ladies.
0:46:18 > 0:46:20But she'll do well for the work tonight.
0:46:20 > 0:46:22Tonight?
0:46:22 > 0:46:24Mr Tietjens means Gertie. Don't you?
0:46:24 > 0:46:29Yes. Do you know somewhere Gertie can wait it out?
0:46:29 > 0:46:31They'll be watching the trains at Ashford Junction.
0:46:31 > 0:46:34- Oh, you'll help? - I will not see you incommoded.
0:46:34 > 0:46:36You've written the only novel since the 18th century
0:46:36 > 0:46:38I've not had to correct in the margins.
0:46:38 > 0:46:40Well!
0:46:40 > 0:46:43But what shall we do with Gertie?
0:46:43 > 0:46:47Bring her over, only don't pull at her mouth, she'll come easy.
0:46:47 > 0:46:51Oh, he is a beast! You don't know when he's not talking about Gertie.
0:47:00 > 0:47:03- I'll miss you, Gertie. - See you in London.
0:47:21 > 0:47:22She'll be all right.
0:47:29 > 0:47:32You should know, Miss Wannop, we are being talked about.
0:47:34 > 0:47:37And that'll teach you not to speak to strange men on golf courses.
0:47:37 > 0:47:40It doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.
0:47:40 > 0:47:42You'll live it down.
0:47:42 > 0:47:45The only thing that matters is to do good work.
0:47:47 > 0:47:50It's true. I oughtn't to care what those swines say about me,
0:47:50 > 0:47:55but I do, and I care about what they say about you.
0:48:00 > 0:48:03BIRDS TWEET
0:48:06 > 0:48:08Listen.
0:48:11 > 0:48:12A lark?
0:48:12 > 0:48:14Not that.
0:48:14 > 0:48:15It was a nightingale.
0:48:17 > 0:48:21"It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale."
0:48:22 > 0:48:25"Believe me, love, it was the nightingale."
0:48:25 > 0:48:27BIRDS TWEET
0:48:27 > 0:48:31There! He sounds hoarse now.
0:48:31 > 0:48:33Their song changes in June.
0:48:47 > 0:48:54We're 13 miles from Brede, six and a half miles from...
0:48:54 > 0:48:56something like Uddlemere.
0:48:57 > 0:48:59The lamp went out.
0:49:00 > 0:49:02Ground fog.
0:49:03 > 0:49:05And we are on the road to Uddlemere.
0:49:08 > 0:49:10Do you mind telling me if you know this road at all?
0:49:12 > 0:49:14It's Udimore, not Uddlemere.
0:49:14 > 0:49:15So it is the right road, then.
0:49:15 > 0:49:18- CLICKS - Go on!- Is it?
0:49:18 > 0:49:20You wouldn't let the mare go on another five steps if it wasn't.
0:49:20 > 0:49:23- You're soft on her. - Not as soft as you.
0:49:24 > 0:49:27You're not so dreadfully ugly, really.
0:49:30 > 0:49:32Don't mind me, I'm...
0:49:34 > 0:49:35I'm so happy.
0:49:35 > 0:49:37I'm so happy.
0:49:39 > 0:49:42The next crossroad is Grandfather's Wantways.
0:49:42 > 0:49:45An old gentleman used to sit there called Gran'fer Finn.
0:49:45 > 0:49:50Every Tenterden market day, he sold fleed cakes from a basket to the carts going by.
0:49:50 > 0:49:54Tenterden market was abolished in 1845.
0:49:54 > 0:49:56Done in by the repeal of the Corn Laws.
0:49:58 > 0:50:01Why do you suppose I make a collection of obsolescent facts?
0:50:02 > 0:50:03Because you do.
0:50:05 > 0:50:07You make Toryism out of them.
0:50:07 > 0:50:10I thought your type were all in museums.
0:50:10 > 0:50:12You want to be an English country gentleman spinning
0:50:12 > 0:50:15principles out of quaintness, and letting the country go to hell.
0:50:16 > 0:50:19You won't stir a finger except to say, "I told you so."
0:50:31 > 0:50:33Where are you?
0:50:35 > 0:50:37I wish you'd make some noise.
0:50:37 > 0:50:43# D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so grey
0:50:44 > 0:50:48# D'ye ken John Peel at the break of day... #
0:50:49 > 0:50:51What are you doing?
0:50:51 > 0:50:53Trying the other side, I...
0:50:59 > 0:51:00Where are you?
0:51:01 > 0:51:07# D'ye ken John Peel far, far away
0:51:09 > 0:51:14# With his hounds and his horn in the morning... #
0:51:37 > 0:51:39We're nearly home.
0:51:39 > 0:51:42I found a milestone, we're just above Mountby.
0:51:42 > 0:51:44You can go on now.
0:51:45 > 0:51:46Walk on.
0:51:46 > 0:51:50The Mountby drive is 100 yards just...pull to the left
0:51:50 > 0:51:53or the horse will walk straight up to the house.
0:51:58 > 0:52:01And, look, the sun.
0:52:04 > 0:52:07It's the beginning of the longest day, the summer solstice.
0:52:07 > 0:52:11Sistere and sol, because the sun seems to stand still.
0:52:16 > 0:52:17We got through the night.
0:52:17 > 0:52:19Miss Wannop...
0:52:23 > 0:52:25Damn Mountby.
0:52:27 > 0:52:31My dear, couldn't have lasted forever.
0:52:33 > 0:52:34But you're a good man.
0:52:36 > 0:52:38Very clever.
0:52:39 > 0:52:41You'll make it through.
0:52:43 > 0:52:44CAR HORN TOOTS
0:52:44 > 0:52:46HORSE WHINNIES
0:52:46 > 0:52:48Whoa! Whoa!
0:52:57 > 0:52:59Whoa, whoa.
0:52:59 > 0:53:00Good girl.
0:53:05 > 0:53:08She's cut badly, come quick.
0:53:08 > 0:53:10Red stocking from the flank downwards.
0:53:12 > 0:53:14Take off your petticoat.
0:53:16 > 0:53:18Tear it into strips. We need it for bandages.
0:53:20 > 0:53:21Jump the hedge.
0:53:22 > 0:53:24I've seen you jump.
0:53:35 > 0:53:41- Damn you! Go away!- I went past to get you out of Claudine's sight.
0:53:41 > 0:53:44- You'll have to pay for the horse. - Why should I?
0:53:44 > 0:53:46For not sounding your horn.
0:53:46 > 0:53:49You drove right into my drive! Besides,
0:53:49 > 0:53:51- I did!- No, you didn't!
0:54:02 > 0:54:06What am I to tell my sister? I believe she saw the girl.
0:54:06 > 0:54:08Go away. Tell her what you like, but you'll pay for her horse.
0:54:08 > 0:54:10I'm damned if I will.
0:54:10 > 0:54:13And send out the horse ambulance when you go through Rye.
0:54:13 > 0:54:14There's your sister getting out.
0:54:18 > 0:54:20- Nobody's dead. - Who was that with Tietjens?
0:54:20 > 0:54:23Never you mind. Get in the car, we'll be late.
0:54:32 > 0:54:35Why did you try to quarrel with the general?
0:54:36 > 0:54:38You need a quarrel with him,
0:54:38 > 0:54:41it'll account for Lady Claudine spreading slander.
0:54:44 > 0:54:45You think of everything
0:54:45 > 0:54:48when most men wouldn't be able to think at all.
0:54:52 > 0:54:53Tell me about Groby.
0:54:57 > 0:54:59It's older than Protestantism...
0:55:01 > 0:55:06..and Groby Great Tree is the symbol of the Yorkshire Tietjens.
0:55:06 > 0:55:08It's a big cedar.
0:55:09 > 0:55:13The crown darkens our topmost windows, and the roots undermine our foundations.
0:55:13 > 0:55:16So one of them will have to go.
0:55:18 > 0:55:20House or tree, one day.
0:55:25 > 0:55:27If I ever take you there...
0:55:32 > 0:55:33My dear...
0:55:35 > 0:55:37..you'll never take me to Groby.
0:55:46 > 0:55:48It's the postmaster's boy.
0:55:48 > 0:55:51And he can take you home.
0:55:51 > 0:55:55It's been perhaps a short acquaintance,
0:55:55 > 0:55:58but I think you're the splendidest...
0:56:07 > 0:56:09Whoa! Whoa! You, there.
0:56:09 > 0:56:11You, stop there.
0:56:17 > 0:56:18Good morning, Jimmy.
0:56:18 > 0:56:22Morning, Miss Wannop. I was just on my way to your cottage.
0:56:23 > 0:56:27There's a telegram re-directed care of Wannop. It must be Macmaster.
0:56:28 > 0:56:31You're to take Miss Wannop home.
0:56:31 > 0:56:34She's her mother's breakfast to see to.
0:56:40 > 0:56:42Go on.
0:57:05 > 0:57:08Damn near forty miles in one night.
0:57:10 > 0:57:12You've lost a lot of blood.
0:57:14 > 0:57:16I let you down, old girl, didn't I?
0:57:36 > 0:57:38SOBS
0:58:02 > 0:58:04SHOUTING
0:58:04 > 0:58:05Oh, that's my first suffragette.
0:58:05 > 0:58:07I know what it is that makes a man
0:58:07 > 0:58:09want to go away with a woman he likes.
0:58:09 > 0:58:11Oh, go away, if you can't bear to look.
0:58:12 > 0:58:14But that desire
0:58:14 > 0:58:16must be resisted.
0:58:17 > 0:58:20Don't touch me now when it's too late.
0:58:20 > 0:58:22You have something to live for.
0:58:22 > 0:58:24- Don't you want to be a man of influence?- No.
0:58:24 > 0:58:25I'd prefer to be in the trenches.
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