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Good evening. Good evening, good evening. Hello, chaps. | 0:00:09 | 0:00:14 | |
Thank you for coming. | 0:00:17 | 0:00:19 | |
Now then, we have a long way to go, so...er... | 0:00:19 | 0:00:22 | |
keep your powder dry. | 0:00:22 | 0:00:25 | |
Righty-ho...settle down, now. | 0:00:25 | 0:00:28 | |
One, two, three. | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
# I'm mad about the boy | 0:00:36 | 0:00:43 | |
# I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy | 0:00:44 | 0:00:50 | |
# I'm so ashamed of it But must admit | 0:00:52 | 0:00:55 | |
# The sleepless nights | 0:00:55 | 0:00:59 | |
# I've had about the boy | 0:00:59 | 0:01:03 | |
# On the silver screen | 0:01:06 | 0:01:09 | |
# He melts my foolish heart | 0:01:09 | 0:01:12 | |
# In every single scene | 0:01:12 | 0:01:15 | |
# Although I'm quite aware | 0:01:17 | 0:01:19 | |
# That here and there are traces | 0:01:19 | 0:01:23 | |
# Of the cad about the boy | 0:01:24 | 0:01:28 | |
# And Lord knows, I'm not a fool girl | 0:01:31 | 0:01:37 | |
# I really shouldn't care | 0:01:38 | 0:01:43 | |
# Lord knows, I'm not a schoolgirl | 0:01:45 | 0:01:48 | |
# In the flurry of her first affair | 0:01:48 | 0:01:57 | |
# Will it ever cloy | 0:01:57 | 0:02:00 | |
# This odd diversity of misery and joy? | 0:02:00 | 0:02:06 | |
# I'm feeling quite insane and young again | 0:02:08 | 0:02:12 | |
# And all because I'm mad about the boy | 0:02:12 | 0:02:19 | |
# I'm feeling quite insane and young again | 0:02:34 | 0:02:38 | |
# And a-a-a-a-all | 0:02:38 | 0:02:40 | |
# Because I'm | 0:02:40 | 0:02:44 | |
# Mad about the boy. # | 0:02:44 | 0:02:50 | |
She's the first lady racer. | 0:03:05 | 0:03:06 | |
-But she didn't actually win. -She crossed the line first. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:10 | |
-It's so exciting. -Not nearly as exciting as crossing your mother. | 0:03:10 | 0:03:15 | |
I think we can all ignore that. | 0:03:15 | 0:03:18 | |
Oh, what is that man doing? | 0:03:18 | 0:03:19 | |
Jackson! What did I tell you? | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
Get the camellias out of the rain and put them by the front door before the guests arrive! Furber. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:33 | |
-Madam? -Salvage any of Jackson's appalling pruning and send it to Mrs Holborough, | 0:03:33 | 0:03:37 | |
who's kindly offered up a leg of mutton for dinner, which you'll fetch, Marion. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:41 | |
But Reverend Burton has asked me to drain the font. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:45 | |
My hands are clearly full. | 0:03:45 | 0:03:47 | |
-I'll go. Uncle George has posted the most grizzly clippings of the Valentine's Day Massacre! -Hilda. | 0:03:47 | 0:03:53 | |
Seven terrified men cut down in a hail of automatic gun fire! | 0:03:53 | 0:03:58 | |
-Made worse by the strays that came to lap the curdled blood. -Hilda... | 0:03:58 | 0:04:04 | |
The Devil Dogs! The Hounds of Hell! | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
The leg of lamb! Now. | 0:04:07 | 0:04:09 | |
Why we try and marry her off to gentry when plainly she'd prefer an undertaker. Seating. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:20 | |
I'm putting Sarah on your left and Philip on your right, so please try and make an effort to be civil. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:26 | |
Right. I shall go and brush up on my very small talk. | 0:04:26 | 0:04:30 | |
It might be an awkward meal. For all we know, Sarah's grazing in greener pastures. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:37 | |
Whilst your brother sows his wild oats in the South of France with his floozy? No. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:42 | |
We'll keep the home fires burning until his highness wanders home. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:47 | |
Hmm. Like Father did? | 0:04:47 | 0:04:49 | |
Yes. Like Father did. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:53 | |
I've got news! | 0:05:02 | 0:05:03 | |
-You all right, sir? -No. Are you? | 0:05:05 | 0:05:08 | |
-Coping, sir. -Hear, hear. Well done. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
Well done? They look like they're waiting for a firing squad. Can't you make them more relaxed? | 0:05:10 | 0:05:15 | |
Last meal and a cigarette, perhaps? | 0:05:15 | 0:05:18 | |
I can't believe it. You'll never guess. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:21 | |
Houdini escaped the Chinese water torture only to die of a burst appendix. How ghastly! | 0:05:21 | 0:05:27 | |
Oh, and Mother's got a telegram. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
"Mr and Mrs Whittaker". Your mother. | 0:05:30 | 0:05:34 | |
-What's it say, Father? -Perhaps your mother should read this first. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:39 | |
Oh! That stupid, stupid, stupid boy! | 0:05:39 | 0:05:44 | |
What's happened? Has there been an accident? | 0:05:44 | 0:05:47 | |
It's John, he's married that f-f-f... | 0:05:47 | 0:05:50 | |
Francophile? Photographer? | 0:05:50 | 0:05:52 | |
-Pharmacist? -Why are you smirking? | 0:05:52 | 0:05:54 | |
Deploying a smile. One member of this family may actually be happy. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:57 | |
Don't be absurd! We don't know anything about this woman. Furber! | 0:05:57 | 0:06:02 | |
-Furber! Oh, not again! -Madam. -Lord have mercy. | 0:06:02 | 0:06:09 | |
Mister John is coming home with his...with his wife. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:12 | |
Their bags have just arrived. Congratulations, Madam. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
-I'll be the judge of that. Clear up this mess and get Cook to send up a ham. -This is from Dover. | 0:06:15 | 0:06:19 | |
-They'll be half way here. -Yes, Furber. Dress the mutton as ham. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:22 | |
Very sharp, don't cut yourself. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:24 | |
John married the floozy. How exciting! | 0:06:24 | 0:06:27 | |
# A room with a view and you | 0:06:40 | 0:06:44 | |
# And no-one to worry us | 0:06:44 | 0:06:47 | |
# No-one to hurry us through | 0:06:47 | 0:06:50 | |
# This dream we found... # | 0:06:50 | 0:06:54 | |
-There she blows. Behold the country cottage. -Oh, Lord, it's enormous. | 0:06:55 | 0:07:01 | |
-So, I lied about gingerbread hedges and obese little children. -How hard to swim is the moat? | 0:07:01 | 0:07:06 | |
Smoke and mirrors, darling. | 0:07:06 | 0:07:08 | |
Smoke and mirrors. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:12 | |
Oh, by the by, smoking - don't. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:14 | |
Apparently it wilts the azaleas. | 0:07:14 | 0:07:16 | |
-That makes no sense. Speak English. -All will be revealed, darling. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:20 | |
Oh, give me back the wheel of my car. I'm going back to Detroit! | 0:07:23 | 0:07:27 | |
How romantic! Here they come! | 0:07:31 | 0:07:35 | |
Oh, Furber! | 0:07:35 | 0:07:36 | |
-Mister John and his wife are about to arrive. -I can't see them. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:40 | |
Your tunnel vision. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:41 | |
Ooh! | 0:07:44 | 0:07:46 | |
-Smile, Marion. -I don't feel like smiling. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:53 | |
You're English, dear, fake it. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:54 | |
The prodigal son returns in a blaze of gravel. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:06 | |
Father! You shaved. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:09 | |
Welcome, madam. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:14 | |
You look gorgeous. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:18 | |
It's so lovely to see you. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:20 | |
Oh, darling. Sorry, sorry! | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
Mother, this is my wife, Larita. | 0:08:29 | 0:08:31 | |
Mrs Whittaker, the pleasure is all mine. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:35 | |
-Oh, you're American. -And very welcome. Jim Whittaker. -This is my father. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:40 | |
I fought alongside many of your countrymen, Larita, | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
-and I must say it's an honour to have a comrade in the family. -Thank you. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:46 | |
I do hope I'm not a disappointment. | 0:08:46 | 0:08:48 | |
-Far from it. -And my two little blisters Hilda and Marion. | 0:08:48 | 0:08:52 | |
Aren't you the woman who won the Grand Prix? | 0:08:52 | 0:08:55 | |
First place, before disqualification. | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
Apparently you need chest hair to change gears in Monaco. | 0:08:57 | 0:09:00 | |
I saw you in the paper. | 0:09:00 | 0:09:02 | |
I cut your head out. I could just die! | 0:09:02 | 0:09:05 | |
Furber, that suitcase to the drawing room, and do be careful. | 0:09:07 | 0:09:10 | |
Marion. Golly, you're not a bit like what we imagined. | 0:09:10 | 0:09:14 | |
Somewhat older, I expect. Awfully sorry about that. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
Before the frostbite sets in... | 0:09:19 | 0:09:22 | |
I'm looking forward to getting acquainted with the mother of my "Panda". | 0:09:22 | 0:09:25 | |
You'll find me quite uncomplicated, I'm afraid. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:29 | |
Oh! What are you doing? | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
Carrying you over the finish line. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:32 | |
-Venus de Milo meet my Venus Detroit. -Hello. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:41 | |
-Mother's turned our old nursery into a boudoir. -I wouldn't exactly call it a boudoir, Hilda. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:45 | |
Marvellous. All those grubby memories of Little Johnnie. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:49 | |
We had no time to raid the hothouse. | 0:09:49 | 0:09:51 | |
I only hope we can make you comfortable. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
Don't go to any trouble. We're only staying a few days. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:57 | |
-Aren't we, Johnnie? -Of course. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:02 | |
And for our next surprise... | 0:10:02 | 0:10:03 | |
What on earth is that? | 0:10:07 | 0:10:09 | |
His master's voice! A wedding gift from us to you all. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
How divine! You should've got married years ago! | 0:10:14 | 0:10:17 | |
# Another June Another sunny honeymoon | 0:10:19 | 0:10:24 | |
# Another season, another reason | 0:10:24 | 0:10:28 | |
# For making whoopee... # | 0:10:28 | 0:10:29 | |
Come on, little blister. Twirl for me. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
Oh, a Continental education. Not all of us have been so fortunate. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:44 | |
An emotional depiction of the French postal service, Mrs Whittaker. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:48 | |
Come now, not Mrs Whittaker. It's Mother now. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
I don't think we're quite ready for that yet. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:54 | |
Since time is so clearly against us, why don't you show Larita up to the nursery? | 0:10:54 | 0:10:59 | |
Dinner's at eight. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:00 | |
-You didn't tell them? -One bombshell at a time, darling. -That's not fair! Your poor mother. | 0:11:02 | 0:11:07 | |
How long are we staying? | 0:11:07 | 0:11:09 | |
A few days? I shoulder the shortcomings of this family and what do I get in return? | 0:11:09 | 0:11:15 | |
A few days! Look at her. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
What am I supposed to do with the bauble of a woman? | 0:11:17 | 0:11:19 | |
-Hang her? -I think she's splendid. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:21 | |
Do you, Hilda? Well, we can all relax(!) | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
-She's not what I expected. -She's exactly what I expected. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
-Surely not exactly? She wasn't drunk. -Oh, very funny, Jim. | 0:11:26 | 0:11:30 | |
-Reduce this to the burlesque. -She looks so expensive! | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
-Very. -Hmm. I like her. -Yes, Jim. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:37 | |
We all know what you like. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:39 | |
Mother! | 0:11:39 | 0:11:40 | |
Oh, we have all been sent to our wombs. | 0:11:48 | 0:11:50 | |
And so toasty. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:53 | |
Economics in action. She keeps half the house closed to save on heating. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:57 | |
That explains the frosty reception. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
Well, darling. Let me warm you up. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:03 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:12:16 | 0:12:18 | |
-Well? -She's lovely, I'm very proud of you. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:28 | |
-Thanks, Father. -John? How long is a few days? | 0:12:28 | 0:12:33 | |
Mother, Larita and I would like to find a home in London. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:36 | |
-But this is your home! -A home of their own. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:40 | |
But Panda, we need you here. | 0:12:42 | 0:12:44 | |
Since you went off around the Riviera, we've had to let go of six more people. | 0:12:44 | 0:12:48 | |
If you'd just listened to me and taken on some machinery. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:51 | |
Wouldn't that be a good idea? I could run the entire estate single-handedly. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:55 | |
Congratulations on your insight and your spontaneity. | 0:12:55 | 0:12:58 | |
Sarah and Philip are coming to dinner, and I have got a table plan | 0:12:58 | 0:13:01 | |
that will take the League Of Nations to unravel. | 0:13:01 | 0:13:03 | |
-Tonight? That's absolutely splendid! -Don't be so fickle in your affections. | 0:13:03 | 0:13:08 | |
-Sarah might not be as accommodating as you expect. -Codswallop. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:12 | |
She'll be delighted. If mother was so desperate for her hand in marriage, she should've asked herself! | 0:13:12 | 0:13:17 | |
-Strange as it may seem, I agree with your sister. -I think you're wrong. -On certain things, yes. Call her. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:25 | |
-Really? -Really. -Really. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
Really. If Edgar were here, he'd do the manly thing. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:31 | |
What? Run away? | 0:13:31 | 0:13:33 | |
Here they come! | 0:13:38 | 0:13:39 | |
And the chequered flag goes to... | 0:13:53 | 0:13:55 | |
-Fast work, John! -I should've written, but it happened so fast, I didn't know where I was. | 0:13:55 | 0:14:00 | |
-In Larita's arms, it seems. -Please don't be disappointed. -Of course I'm disappointed. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:05 | |
But tell me you're happy, and I'll tell you you're forgiven. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:10 | |
-You're the top, you're Mahatma Gandhi! -Panda, don't break out the brandy just yet. | 0:14:10 | 0:14:15 | |
The hell we're not. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:17 | |
-Have I missed something? -Let sleeping cows stand. | 0:14:17 | 0:14:21 | |
-Oh, you plonker! -Rule one, push sleeping cow. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
Rule two, get out of the way. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:28 | |
Rule three, remember rule two. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:31 | |
Sarah! It's so lovely to see you. I hear your poor father is not having a good day. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:36 | |
I'm afraid not. He sends his love. | 0:14:36 | 0:14:38 | |
You are a jolly good sport, turning up like this, that's all I can say. | 0:14:38 | 0:14:42 | |
I wouldn't miss it for the world. | 0:14:42 | 0:14:44 | |
-Larita is such a pretty name. -Yes. | 0:14:44 | 0:14:46 | |
Excellent for musical comedy. Hilda! | 0:14:46 | 0:14:49 | |
I hear the cow's in a terrible way. I've sent flowers. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
And did she eat them? Touche! | 0:14:52 | 0:14:54 | |
-Good evening to you all. -Nobody told me tonight was fancy dress! | 0:14:54 | 0:14:58 | |
Then why have you come as the village idiot? | 0:14:58 | 0:15:01 | |
I think I'm snagged. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:05 | |
Let me help you with that. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:07 | |
Holy Mother! | 0:15:10 | 0:15:12 | |
Panda? | 0:15:13 | 0:15:14 | |
You're forgiven...tenfold. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:19 | |
Sarah Hurst, I'd like to introduce my wife, Larita Whittaker. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:29 | |
Gosh, I do like the sound of that. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:32 | |
Sarah...finally. Johnnie talks about you constantly. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:36 | |
How very annoying for you. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:38 | |
I hope we can be friends. | 0:15:38 | 0:15:40 | |
We already are. Congratulations. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
-Er...I'd like to be friends, too. -Larita, my tiresome brother... | 0:15:43 | 0:15:47 | |
The dishonourable Philip Hurst. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:50 | |
-Charmed, my dear lady. -Indeed. | 0:15:50 | 0:15:52 | |
Philip, won't you escort me in? | 0:15:52 | 0:15:54 | |
Of course, my beautiful, little Sausage Fingers. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
That's whet my appetite. Shall we adjourn to the dining room? | 0:15:57 | 0:16:01 | |
And toast my beautiful bride. | 0:16:01 | 0:16:03 | |
Had we known there was to be a wedding reception, we could have all lashed out on taffeta! | 0:16:03 | 0:16:07 | |
She's a lot like drowning - quite pleasant once you stop struggling. | 0:16:07 | 0:16:12 | |
So, John, was Larita's family able to attend the wedding? | 0:16:12 | 0:16:15 | |
More cabbage, Madam? | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
There's lots to do, Larita. You ride, don't you? | 0:16:24 | 0:16:26 | |
Boats, cars or planes? | 0:16:26 | 0:16:29 | |
No, horses, silly! | 0:16:29 | 0:16:30 | |
Ah, yes, horses. Faulty steering and unreliable brakes. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:35 | |
-I'm stealing that for Stirrup Cup! -Stirrup what? -Cup. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:40 | |
Every November, Philip and Sarah's family host the hunt. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:42 | |
Wait until you meet their father, Lord Hurst, he's terrific. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:45 | |
-And Lady Hurst? -Was terrific, until she...stopped. | 0:16:45 | 0:16:49 | |
-Stopped what? -Living. -Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:56 | |
Between father's polio and Philip's mania for tipping cows... | 0:16:56 | 0:17:01 | |
Can we please just drop the cows? | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
I think we'll give the fox a break this year. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:07 | |
Oh, no hunt? Mrs Winston gave me her saddle. I've had a wax. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:11 | |
Your father and I conspired to make John the Master Of The Hunt. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:15 | |
People come from far and wide. It's such a shame to disappoint them. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:19 | |
Very thoughtful, Mother. | 0:17:19 | 0:17:21 | |
You do hunt, I take it, Larita? | 0:17:21 | 0:17:23 | |
-Hypocrites, gossips or defenceless animals? -Bravo! | 0:17:23 | 0:17:27 | |
You wouldn't get her to the start. | 0:17:27 | 0:17:29 | |
We have another conscientious objector, Father. | 0:17:29 | 0:17:33 | |
Company! Do you object to the circus or the slaughter, Major? | 0:17:34 | 0:17:38 | |
-I support Sheppard's position on pacifism. -Good for you. | 0:17:38 | 0:17:41 | |
So, when does the carnage begin? | 0:17:41 | 0:17:44 | |
After the War Widow's Revue, but before the craft fair, in between the Dog Show and the shoot. | 0:17:44 | 0:17:49 | |
Don't forget the highlight, Mother's Christmas dance is the hot ticket. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:54 | |
She's ordered the most exquisite Japanese lanterns. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:57 | |
-From Japan? -No, Fortnum & Mason's. -Oh, yes. | 0:17:57 | 0:18:00 | |
Prepare for a whirlwind, Larita. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:03 | |
I'm breathless already. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:06 | |
-I won't make it to Christmas. -You won't need to. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
I won't make it to breakfast! What were we just eating? | 0:18:13 | 0:18:15 | |
The lumpy grey and beige concoction? | 0:18:15 | 0:18:17 | |
Oh, yes. That's the word I was looking for..."greige". | 0:18:17 | 0:18:21 | |
Absolutely no idea. But it is the speciality of the house. | 0:18:21 | 0:18:25 | |
-Incoming! Have you met my namesake? He's very good in bed. -Shh! | 0:18:25 | 0:18:29 | |
-They'll hear you. -I don't care. | 0:18:29 | 0:18:31 | |
-I do. -I know we need the heat, but please don't smoke in here. | 0:18:31 | 0:18:36 | |
Mother's clairvoyant about these things. | 0:18:36 | 0:18:38 | |
She loathes me, Johnnie. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:41 | |
I'm a gold-digger, burrowing in from the land of opportunists. | 0:18:41 | 0:18:45 | |
Your father's an interesting study, Quietly sardonic. I like that in a man. | 0:18:47 | 0:18:51 | |
That won't earn you many brownie points under this roof. | 0:18:51 | 0:18:54 | |
After the Armistice, Father didn't come straight home. | 0:18:54 | 0:18:58 | |
He caroused around France and Italy, drinking, having affairs. | 0:18:58 | 0:19:02 | |
A lot of men did similar...couldn't settle down. | 0:19:02 | 0:19:05 | |
Why didn't she go after him? | 0:19:05 | 0:19:07 | |
A question of pride. He finally just wandered home. | 0:19:07 | 0:19:11 | |
Still a bit of a sore point. We try not to speak about it. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:15 | |
Except in public. You see, she feels she's missed out on something. | 0:19:15 | 0:19:19 | |
Which means, of course, she's missed out on everything. | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
Exactly. The war robbed her of all her expectations. She takes one look at a woman like you... | 0:19:22 | 0:19:28 | |
The harlot stealing into the nursery. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:31 | |
The delicious concubine | 0:19:31 | 0:19:34 | |
with the delectable ears... | 0:19:34 | 0:19:37 | |
nose... | 0:19:37 | 0:19:39 | |
neck. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:42 | |
I could just...eat you. | 0:19:42 | 0:19:45 | |
After that meal, I'm not surprised. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:48 | |
MUFFLED MOANS | 0:20:32 | 0:20:35 | |
Dear Lord, thank you for bringing John and his floozy home safely. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:45 | |
MUFFLED MOANS | 0:20:52 | 0:20:55 | |
Why is Larita always so late? | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
-You can't hurry perfection. -Edgar was never late for a meal. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:09 | |
He's missed a few lately. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:12 | |
Good morning. How are we all on this glorious day? | 0:21:12 | 0:21:16 | |
There she is! Morning, darling. | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
What would madam like for breakfast? | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
I think Madam will get more sustenance from a kipper. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:28 | |
But it won't be as much fun. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
Aren't you riding with us? | 0:21:30 | 0:21:32 | |
Darling, I think it's about high time that your mother and I have an intimate tete a tete. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:38 | |
Just us girls. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:40 | |
-Lovely. -What a frightening thought. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
Two hemispheres under one roof. Papua New Guinea, India, the Argentine. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:53 | |
I may not have travelled, but the world has come to me. | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
Are you coming down with something? | 0:21:59 | 0:22:02 | |
Pollen. But if I hold my breath long enough... | 0:22:02 | 0:22:05 | |
-How peculiar. -Which is why we should get to know one another. | 0:22:05 | 0:22:09 | |
Where does one start? | 0:22:09 | 0:22:11 | |
Shall I make headway? I was born in Detroit. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:13 | |
My father worked in a steel plant. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:16 | |
He was one of the first lured over to Henry Ford. | 0:22:16 | 0:22:19 | |
-Ah, hence the love of motoring? -Yes, but I also love animals. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:22 | |
I am a city girl. I take chickens to the vet. | 0:22:22 | 0:22:25 | |
Oh! You can't be squeamish about livestock now that you are living in the country. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:30 | |
Which was never my intention. | 0:22:30 | 0:22:33 | |
I was happily carving out a niche for myself on the race circuit when I was unexpectedly flagged down | 0:22:33 | 0:22:39 | |
by someone irresistible. Remarrying was the farthest thing from my mind. | 0:22:39 | 0:22:45 | |
I see. | 0:22:48 | 0:22:50 | |
May I ask...? | 0:22:52 | 0:22:53 | |
Oh, dead, unfortunately. No children. | 0:22:55 | 0:22:58 | |
Oh... How disappointing for you. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:02 | |
Still, he provided well, though? | 0:23:02 | 0:23:04 | |
Yes, but there were a lot of hidden costs associated with his passing. | 0:23:04 | 0:23:08 | |
Oh, that beautiful motor car. Surely, you must have independent means? | 0:23:08 | 0:23:13 | |
I'm more than happy to discuss my means, but I think you'll be a tad disappointed. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:19 | |
The car is my sole source of income, | 0:23:19 | 0:23:21 | |
which makes living in London an imperative. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:24 | |
But what will John do in the city? | 0:23:24 | 0:23:27 | |
Work. It's not uncommon. | 0:23:27 | 0:23:29 | |
Oh! | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
John was brought up in the country, Larita. Where will he work? | 0:23:32 | 0:23:37 | |
Chalk Farm, perhaps? Or St Martin's In The Fields? | 0:23:37 | 0:23:41 | |
I know this is not perfect, so that's why I'm asking for your guidance. | 0:23:41 | 0:23:46 | |
So, please, how can I make this pleasant for everybody? | 0:23:46 | 0:23:49 | |
Well, erm...wartime experience dictates that you keep your head down and you fit in as well as you can. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:56 | |
Oh, there's a war on? | 0:23:56 | 0:23:58 | |
Oh, no. Not necessarily. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:00 | |
Australian mimosa. Mmm...beautiful. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:05 | |
Oh! | 0:24:06 | 0:24:08 | |
-"And then the British troops opened fire." How grizzly! -How'd it go, Mother? | 0:24:13 | 0:24:17 | |
Oh, marvellous! | 0:24:17 | 0:24:20 | |
Marvellous. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:21 | |
-Thanks for the invitation! -Oh, it's Lord Hurst! | 0:24:35 | 0:24:40 | |
I fear storm clouds are gathering, Mrs Whit. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:44 | |
Stop being maudlin, Father. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:46 | |
It's the future! | 0:24:46 | 0:24:48 | |
-Spanner! -Father, allow me to introduce Panda's new chauffeuse. | 0:24:48 | 0:24:53 | |
-Lovely La La Larita. -Watch it, Philip. | 0:24:53 | 0:24:56 | |
My son is prone to fabrication, but I can see on this occasion he has been perfectly frank, Mrs Whittaker. | 0:24:56 | 0:25:02 | |
Yes, that's right. There are two of us now. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:07 | |
No shortage of Whits around here any more. OK, stand back! | 0:25:08 | 0:25:12 | |
I give you, the future! | 0:25:12 | 0:25:14 | |
All right, John. You can take my baby out for a spin. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:22 | |
Ha-ha! Allergies. She inflates like a puffer fish. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
You just want to squeeze her until she pops. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
# Working at the car wash | 0:25:28 | 0:25:31 | |
# You might not ever strike it rich | 0:25:36 | 0:25:38 | |
# But let me tell you, it's better than digging a ditch | 0:25:40 | 0:25:43 | |
# Working at the car wash! | 0:25:43 | 0:25:44 | |
# Working at the car wash, man | 0:25:46 | 0:25:48 | |
# Come on, now, sing it to me | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
# It's better than digging a ditch... # | 0:25:53 | 0:25:55 | |
The missus is a bit trigger-happy this week. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:09 | |
Bleeding tinnitus is killing me. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:11 | |
I like the new Mrs Whit. Reminds me of the old one before the war. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:15 | |
Only more reasonable. You can tell she's run her own household. | 0:26:15 | 0:26:18 | |
Oh, be silent! Good morning, Furber, Jackson, Millie, and...? | 0:26:18 | 0:26:23 | |
Cook, I can't call you a verb. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:26 | |
-Your name? -Beatrice. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:28 | |
All right, all right... it's Doris. Sorry, madam. | 0:26:33 | 0:26:36 | |
Always wanted to be called Beatrice. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
Well, Beatrice, would you mind if I helped myself in the mornings? | 0:26:39 | 0:26:43 | |
I fear I shall be rising later and later. | 0:26:43 | 0:26:46 | |
Well, if it pleases, Mrs Whit. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:49 | |
The point of the bell... | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
when I ring it, you come to me, not the other way round! | 0:26:53 | 0:26:57 | |
Larita. May I have a word? Come along! | 0:26:57 | 0:27:01 | |
Would you please refrain from chatting to the staff? | 0:27:05 | 0:27:08 | |
It's chore enough trying to keep this motley crew together. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:11 | |
I had a brilliant French maid in Paris. | 0:27:11 | 0:27:13 | |
Perhaps I should send for her? | 0:27:13 | 0:27:15 | |
Thank you, no...erm... I'd prefer to keep English the first language in this household. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:20 | |
Ah, there you are. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:23 | |
-IN BRITISH ACCENT: -I say! Anyone for tennis? | 0:27:23 | 0:27:26 | |
-Yes. You! -John, Shackleton wouldn't let a dog out today! | 0:27:26 | 0:27:29 | |
-The fog has lifted and Whittakers don't do winter. -You go ahead, darling. I'll play with myself. | 0:27:29 | 0:27:35 | |
-No, really. I'm a lot of fun. -Ooh... | 0:27:35 | 0:27:39 | |
John! It's brass monkeys out here! | 0:27:40 | 0:27:42 | |
Day one of the Antarctic Open. | 0:27:44 | 0:27:46 | |
Mr Whittaker to serve. | 0:27:46 | 0:27:48 | |
-Hole in one! -Deuce. -I see your pair of deuces and I raise you a tenner. | 0:27:51 | 0:27:57 | |
The Titanic could have hit that! | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
Sarah, you're an embarrassment to the family name. I'll have you killed. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:03 | |
Good God! What's wrong with you? No! | 0:28:03 | 0:28:06 | |
Stop now! Stop, everybody! Listen! | 0:28:06 | 0:28:09 | |
Shoot the court jester! | 0:28:09 | 0:28:11 | |
-Nice backhand! -Is that a backhand compliment? | 0:28:12 | 0:28:15 | |
# Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun | 0:28:15 | 0:28:18 | |
# The Japanese don't care to | 0:28:18 | 0:28:19 | |
# The Chinese wouldn't dare to | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
# Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from 12 to one | 0:28:21 | 0:28:24 | |
# But Englishmen detest a siesta... # | 0:28:24 | 0:28:27 | |
Laurel and Hardy step up to the crease. The fillies are lining up. | 0:28:27 | 0:28:31 | |
Miss Hilda Whittaker looking most fetching in her feed bag and bridle! | 0:28:31 | 0:28:35 | |
One woman's heaven. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:44 | |
Oh, she's absolutely beautiful. | 0:28:44 | 0:28:46 | |
Broken, tarnished and completely useless. | 0:28:49 | 0:28:52 | |
Things guaranteed to keep my wife at bay. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:57 | |
-May I? -If you don't mind getting your hands dirty. | 0:28:57 | 0:29:00 | |
In Detroit, what we lack in dirt, we make up for in filth. | 0:29:00 | 0:29:04 | |
Your first husband from that neck of the woods? | 0:29:04 | 0:29:07 | |
Oh...well, word gets about. | 0:29:07 | 0:29:12 | |
So where is he now? | 0:29:12 | 0:29:15 | |
Dead. | 0:29:15 | 0:29:16 | |
Cancer. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:20 | |
He was a fair bit older than me. | 0:29:20 | 0:29:22 | |
I spent a while playing the unmerry widow, but the black wore thin. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:26 | |
You didn't care for him, I gather? | 0:29:26 | 0:29:29 | |
I cared too much. | 0:29:29 | 0:29:30 | |
Life was just such an unpleasant experience for the man. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:34 | |
I'd be a liar to say I wasn't glad when he was relieved of it. | 0:29:35 | 0:29:38 | |
-When were you last in France? -Just after the war. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:49 | |
On a personal reconnaissance, trying to ascertain what exactly all those fine young men had died for. | 0:29:49 | 0:29:55 | |
Apparently, I'm of the romantic Lost Generation. | 0:29:57 | 0:30:00 | |
What did you lose? | 0:30:01 | 0:30:03 | |
I'm not sure. | 0:30:04 | 0:30:06 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:30:55 | 0:30:56 | |
Oh, hello...hello. Who was the tiny tank? Who's a pretty, little, cheeky chorizo? | 0:31:02 | 0:31:08 | |
On bended knees, please come and play with me. | 0:31:09 | 0:31:12 | |
Johnnie, dear, you know how much I love you, so please try to take this in the best possible light. | 0:31:12 | 0:31:18 | |
I'm getting a machine gun and mowing down your entire family. | 0:31:18 | 0:31:21 | |
That's fairly disappointing. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:23 | |
I thought at least you and Father were getting along. | 0:31:23 | 0:31:25 | |
Yes, I might spare the men folk. | 0:31:25 | 0:31:28 | |
But it's awfully dispiriting. We have absolutely no privacy here. | 0:31:28 | 0:31:32 | |
-I never needed any privacy before. This is my home. -It's not mine, and I very much want one. | 0:31:32 | 0:31:38 | |
# We're all alone, no chaperone can get our number | 0:31:38 | 0:31:44 | |
# The world's aslumber, let's misbehave... # | 0:31:44 | 0:31:48 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:31:48 | 0:31:49 | |
Timing is everything, you little brute! | 0:31:51 | 0:31:54 | |
Umpire at least. Philip is pining for you. | 0:31:54 | 0:31:57 | |
If I knew you played tennis, I never would've signed the marriage certificate! | 0:31:57 | 0:32:01 | |
DOG BARKS, CRUNCHING | 0:32:06 | 0:32:08 | |
Not a bad day for it. | 0:32:15 | 0:32:18 | |
-Reading. My fiance Edgar was always hiding behind books. -Um... | 0:32:18 | 0:32:23 | |
you're needed on the tennis court. John was just asking after you. | 0:32:23 | 0:32:27 | |
Would you like to see a photo of him...my Edgar? | 0:32:27 | 0:32:30 | |
Poppy! | 0:32:30 | 0:32:32 | |
That's Enrico Caruso. | 0:32:34 | 0:32:36 | |
Who's dead, I know that. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:38 | |
But if you ignore the nose and the mouth, and the ears, there's a striking resemblance. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:45 | |
I don't actually have a picture of Edgar. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:48 | |
Well...mustn't keep you. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:52 | |
No, no. Of course. Looking forward to getting stuck into a good book. | 0:32:52 | 0:32:57 | |
-Poppy! -You haven't seen the beast, have you? | 0:32:57 | 0:33:00 | |
The dog? Nope. I haven't. | 0:33:00 | 0:33:04 | |
Poppy! | 0:33:04 | 0:33:06 | |
Oh, poor, poor Poppy. I'm so sorry. | 0:33:11 | 0:33:15 | |
Larita! | 0:33:15 | 0:33:18 | |
I've been sent in to badger you. Please help us make up doubles? | 0:33:18 | 0:33:22 | |
Oh, Hilda, I can't. I'm only good for the cocktails between sets. | 0:33:22 | 0:33:28 | |
-We're between sets now. -You can't possibly want me on court. | 0:33:28 | 0:33:32 | |
Philip! Go get him. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:36 | |
Poppy! | 0:33:39 | 0:33:41 | |
Poppy! Poppy! | 0:33:42 | 0:33:46 | |
What are you doing? | 0:33:46 | 0:33:49 | |
Reading. Sodom And Gomorrah. | 0:33:49 | 0:33:52 | |
A Biblical Story. | 0:33:52 | 0:33:54 | |
Who gave you this filth? | 0:33:54 | 0:33:55 | |
Go and find the dog! | 0:34:00 | 0:34:02 | |
Larita! Please refrain from giving my daughter pornographic literature. | 0:34:02 | 0:34:08 | |
Yes, yes, of course. | 0:34:09 | 0:34:10 | |
Oh, and I've volunteered you and Hilda to perform the Dance Of The Dying Swan for the War Widows' Revue. | 0:34:10 | 0:34:16 | |
-We're short on numbers. -Lovely. | 0:34:16 | 0:34:19 | |
Anything to help. | 0:34:19 | 0:34:21 | |
-Have you seen the dog? -No. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
-Not recently. -Probably out seizing the sunshine like everyone else. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:29 | |
Poppy! | 0:34:33 | 0:34:35 | |
Furber! | 0:34:37 | 0:34:38 | |
-Oh, it's you, madam. I'm sorry. Can I get you anything? -A shovel. | 0:34:43 | 0:34:47 | |
Shovel. Of course. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
Go and get Philip a hot toddy. | 0:34:50 | 0:34:52 | |
Philip. You look so...so...so... | 0:34:53 | 0:34:57 | |
-The suspense is killing me. -Poppy! | 0:34:57 | 0:35:01 | |
Oh...sorry. | 0:35:01 | 0:35:03 | |
It's fine. | 0:35:03 | 0:35:04 | |
Your brother is such a sharply honed twit. | 0:35:12 | 0:35:15 | |
Where's our beautiful cougar hiding? | 0:35:15 | 0:35:18 | |
Under a book, I expect. I wish she wouldn't slack indoors so much. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:23 | |
Some people would kill to be indoors with Larita. | 0:35:23 | 0:35:26 | |
She isn't built the same as us. | 0:35:26 | 0:35:28 | |
Still, it is annoying, though. | 0:35:28 | 0:35:31 | |
You're such a sport, always ready for anything. | 0:35:31 | 0:35:34 | |
I haven't got Lari's beauty or charm or intelligence. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:39 | |
She is clever, isn't she? | 0:35:39 | 0:35:42 | |
Hmm. Clever...and bored. | 0:35:42 | 0:35:47 | |
I don't understand it. I'm not bored, you're not bored, nobody else is bored. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:51 | |
Your father is, out of his mind. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:54 | |
Father was born bored. If only she made an effort to play along. | 0:35:54 | 0:35:58 | |
Stop being so torturous, Panda. | 0:35:58 | 0:36:00 | |
You had her playing charades last night. What more do you want? | 0:36:00 | 0:36:04 | |
John! | 0:36:04 | 0:36:06 | |
John? | 0:36:06 | 0:36:07 | |
To tell the truth, I never really liked her. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:15 | |
Crabby, snappy, little bitch. | 0:36:15 | 0:36:17 | |
I didn't like the dog much, either. | 0:36:17 | 0:36:20 | |
Poor Poppy. Casualty of war. | 0:36:22 | 0:36:26 | |
If I may be so bold, madam? | 0:36:28 | 0:36:30 | |
These people ride horses. | 0:36:30 | 0:36:32 | |
Lots of horses. It would be advantageous to do the same. | 0:36:32 | 0:36:37 | |
And I thought Detroit was a tough town. | 0:36:40 | 0:36:42 | |
# You do something to me | 0:36:46 | 0:36:54 | |
# Something that simply mystifies me... # | 0:36:54 | 0:37:01 | |
Oh, has your horse run out of gas? | 0:37:05 | 0:37:07 | |
Oh, John, don't hurt it. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:17 | |
Far from it. We've got a hunt coming up. | 0:37:17 | 0:37:20 | |
Poor little mite needs a head start. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:22 | |
Go on...run! | 0:37:22 | 0:37:26 | |
So much to learn about each other. | 0:37:28 | 0:37:30 | |
My curriculum vitae. The brook is the border of Sarah's property. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:38 | |
Mother always imagined we'd join forces and invade Surrey. | 0:37:38 | 0:37:42 | |
Oh, and how about those foot soldiers on high? | 0:37:42 | 0:37:47 | |
That's Davis, Lord Hurst's man. | 0:37:47 | 0:37:50 | |
And there's Lord Hurst. | 0:37:50 | 0:37:53 | |
Closely followed by my mother-in-law. | 0:37:53 | 0:37:55 | |
I wonder what the devil they're surveying? | 0:37:55 | 0:37:58 | |
Are you disappointed you didn't marry Sarah? | 0:38:01 | 0:38:03 | |
Of course not. We've seen each other naked since we were one. | 0:38:03 | 0:38:07 | |
She's part of the...the...scenery. | 0:38:07 | 0:38:10 | |
You can hack it a little while longer, can't you? | 0:38:10 | 0:38:13 | |
How long is a little? | 0:38:13 | 0:38:16 | |
And don't say two weeks again. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:18 | |
Well, there's the War Widows' Revue, the craft fair, the hunt. | 0:38:18 | 0:38:23 | |
-The memorial service. -What memorial service? | 0:38:23 | 0:38:27 | |
Friends, we are gathered here today in remembrance of our missing friend, Poppy. | 0:38:30 | 0:38:35 | |
Oh, Poppy. Wherever you have chosen to sow your seeds, we pray that you are blooming. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:44 | |
We pray that you have gone to a better place. Shame we don't know exactly where that place is. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:51 | |
Anyway, now for a eulogy from Emily Dickinson, queen of mirth. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:55 | |
"Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me. | 0:38:58 | 0:39:01 | |
"The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality." | 0:39:01 | 0:39:05 | |
Or maybe the carriage didn't stop and Poppy got squished. | 0:39:05 | 0:39:09 | |
HILDA GIGGLES | 0:39:09 | 0:39:10 | |
-Scraped off the road and put in a sausage. -Oh, Hilda! | 0:39:10 | 0:39:14 | |
Thank you, Mr Gribble. | 0:39:24 | 0:39:26 | |
Now, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, behold Reverend Burton | 0:39:26 | 0:39:33 | |
and Marion Whittaker as they reach for the scissors in Samson And Delilah. | 0:39:33 | 0:39:40 | |
Hark! I hear my husband snore! | 0:39:51 | 0:39:53 | |
What the hell happened to Delilah? | 0:39:55 | 0:39:57 | |
Looks like a sock full of oranges. | 0:39:57 | 0:39:59 | |
I'll creep forth on padded foot and relieve him of his ample follicles. | 0:39:59 | 0:40:05 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:40:08 | 0:40:09 | |
-How hilarious! -It's meant to be a tragedy! | 0:40:27 | 0:40:31 | |
Then you succeeded beyond your wildest dreams. | 0:40:31 | 0:40:34 | |
Your father seems to have a fan. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:36 | |
Don't read too much into it. | 0:40:36 | 0:40:37 | |
She was a godsend during mother's last months. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:40 | |
Sometimes I wonder where they'd be without each other. | 0:40:40 | 0:40:43 | |
Marion, my ample follicles are in dire need of a trim. | 0:40:43 | 0:40:45 | |
I wouldn't taunt the artistes, my little dying swans. You're on next. | 0:40:47 | 0:40:51 | |
I've encouraged my girls to undertake something a little more contemporary. | 0:40:51 | 0:40:55 | |
Hilda and I seem to have a talent for the Can-Can. | 0:40:55 | 0:40:57 | |
The traditional Can-Can, performed without underwear? | 0:40:57 | 0:41:01 | |
-Oh, Philip! -Anything for you, Philip. | 0:41:01 | 0:41:04 | |
-Yes, anything. -That'll raise a bit more than money for the war widows. I'm doubling my donation. | 0:41:04 | 0:41:10 | |
Oh, Pinkie. | 0:41:10 | 0:41:12 | |
Fans at the ready, gentlemen! | 0:41:12 | 0:41:15 | |
All the way from gay Paris, I give you Miss Hilda Whittaker | 0:41:15 | 0:41:21 | |
and, for her debut performance, Mrs John Whittaker, | 0:41:21 | 0:41:27 | |
doing the Can-Can! | 0:41:27 | 0:41:29 | |
Is it my imagination, or is your daughter dancing without her scanties? | 0:41:55 | 0:41:59 | |
Bravo! | 0:42:36 | 0:42:38 | |
-It's not Lari's fault. -She said it was traditional! | 0:42:54 | 0:42:57 | |
Philip said it, not Larita. And it was a joke. | 0:42:57 | 0:43:01 | |
Everyone understood that except Nelly No Knickers here! | 0:43:01 | 0:43:04 | |
Hilda isn't as experienced as your wife, John. No-one is. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:07 | |
-If you're not prepared to have a straight talk to her, I am. -Don't be ridiculous. You'll lose a finger. | 0:43:07 | 0:43:12 | |
Lord Hurst will never speak to me again. | 0:43:12 | 0:43:14 | |
Rubbish. I saw you with the surveyors in the fields. | 0:43:14 | 0:43:17 | |
-Preparing the jumps for the hunt! -I'm completely humiliated! I'll never get a husband now! | 0:43:17 | 0:43:22 | |
-After tonight, I'd have thought they'll be lining up round the block. -I hate her! Hate, hate, hate her! | 0:43:22 | 0:43:29 | |
The advance notices are sensational, Mrs John. | 0:43:29 | 0:43:33 | |
Is it my imagination or is the cutlery particularly deafening this evening? | 0:43:43 | 0:43:48 | |
I don't know how many times I have to say this, Hilda. I am sorry. | 0:43:48 | 0:43:52 | |
That's easy for you to say. | 0:43:52 | 0:43:53 | |
It's surprisingly hard to be easy. | 0:43:53 | 0:43:56 | |
-You're smiling, Jim. -God forbid, the wind might change. | 0:43:57 | 0:44:02 | |
Hilda, if I had any inkling that you were going to take me seriously... | 0:44:02 | 0:44:06 | |
You could have made an effort to enjoy it less. | 0:44:06 | 0:44:09 | |
I had my underpants on. I was having a grand time. | 0:44:09 | 0:44:13 | |
It's not fair! You've got two husbands, and I've had none. | 0:44:14 | 0:44:19 | |
-Technically, I have one. -But you've had two. | 0:44:19 | 0:44:22 | |
I've had two shoes and it's a great deal more practical. | 0:44:22 | 0:44:25 | |
I dare say you've worn down more soles than that. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:28 | |
John... | 0:44:30 | 0:44:31 | |
Marion, Larita's first husband died of cancer. Stop being so callous. | 0:44:33 | 0:44:36 | |
Oh, I'm sure Marion can appreciate the pain of watching a loved one slip through her fingers. | 0:44:36 | 0:44:41 | |
She's scandalous! You should hear what they're saying about her in the village. | 0:44:41 | 0:44:47 | |
Well, let's stop the wagging tongues, shall we? | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
Is it true you've had as many lovers as they say? | 0:44:50 | 0:44:53 | |
Of course it's not true, Mrs Whittaker. | 0:44:55 | 0:44:57 | |
Hardly any of them actually loved me. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:02 | |
That was uncalled for. I realise it was a joke, but still. | 0:45:05 | 0:45:08 | |
-You threw me to the wolves in there. -Marion hardly constitutes wolves. | 0:45:08 | 0:45:12 | |
All right, you threw me to the voles. Either way, you abandoned me. | 0:45:12 | 0:45:16 | |
Your sisters need to be restrained. | 0:45:16 | 0:45:18 | |
Restrained? Hilda breaks loose once and she's almost institutionalised. And poor old Marion... | 0:45:18 | 0:45:23 | |
Edgar drops by for a cup of sugar, and mother has his name engraved on the family crypt. | 0:45:23 | 0:45:28 | |
-I'm sorry, but it really is very funny. -Hilarious(!) | 0:45:28 | 0:45:31 | |
Welcome to the petrified circus. Meet the resident contortionist who can't bend any further. | 0:45:31 | 0:45:36 | |
Then stop. Be yourself. Let them live in your spell. | 0:45:36 | 0:45:40 | |
# You do that voodoo that you do so well... # | 0:45:40 | 0:45:44 | |
You're right, of course. | 0:45:44 | 0:45:46 | |
I'm a hypocrite, pretending to be someone I'm not. | 0:45:46 | 0:45:49 | |
Especially since it isn't working. | 0:45:49 | 0:45:52 | |
What the devil has that dog dug up? | 0:45:53 | 0:45:55 | |
Pilot, what have you got there? | 0:45:59 | 0:46:02 | |
Aargh! | 0:46:02 | 0:46:04 | |
How could you not tell us? | 0:46:04 | 0:46:06 | |
Marion, it was an accident. I am walking on eggshells here | 0:46:06 | 0:46:08 | |
and I believe I panicked. And once again, I'm very, very sorry. | 0:46:08 | 0:46:13 | |
How could you do it? How could you? | 0:46:13 | 0:46:17 | |
I imagine she bent her legs and lowered her full weight onto the Chihuahua beneath her. | 0:46:17 | 0:46:22 | |
-Marion, please. -John, did you have anything to do with this? | 0:46:23 | 0:46:29 | |
No. No, I was the sole perpetrator of Poppy's demise. And ever since I have been wracked with guilt. | 0:46:29 | 0:46:35 | |
Please, please, please let me buy you a new dog. | 0:46:35 | 0:46:40 | |
You might buy your loved ones in the United States, but you can't in the United Kingdom. | 0:46:40 | 0:46:45 | |
How unfortunate. | 0:46:45 | 0:46:47 | |
You could at least show some remorse. | 0:46:47 | 0:46:51 | |
I am full of remorse. I just refuse to invest in amateur theatrics to convince you of my sincerity. | 0:46:51 | 0:46:57 | |
That's not how I came off the assembly line. I'm sorry. | 0:46:57 | 0:47:01 | |
I can't change. Not for you... | 0:47:01 | 0:47:03 | |
not for anybody...any more. | 0:47:03 | 0:47:07 | |
And I wouldn't want her any other way. So... | 0:47:10 | 0:47:13 | |
Madam, the dog. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:18 | |
Oh, stay back! Stay back! | 0:47:18 | 0:47:21 | |
I knew it the second I laid eyes on her. She's a killer. | 0:47:21 | 0:47:25 | |
She sat on poor Poppy deliberately. | 0:47:26 | 0:47:29 | |
Don't be ridiculous. Of course she didn't. | 0:47:29 | 0:47:32 | |
My brother has married a dog murderer. She should be put down. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:36 | |
-Put through a divorce court. -The Lord does not sanction divorce. | 0:47:36 | 0:47:39 | |
The Lord is almighty, Marion. He can sanction anything he likes. | 0:47:39 | 0:47:42 | |
-The sooner they move out the better. -They move out? John isn't going anywhere. | 0:47:42 | 0:47:49 | |
Watch and learn. | 0:47:49 | 0:47:51 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:47:54 | 0:47:57 | |
It's so unfair. Why can't I have a room like this? | 0:47:57 | 0:48:00 | |
I could die of envy! | 0:48:02 | 0:48:06 | |
Laying to rest this tragic incident, we've had this splendid set of rooms made over for you, haven't we, Jim? | 0:48:06 | 0:48:11 | |
Yes. My wife would like you to rest in peace. | 0:48:11 | 0:48:15 | |
I even had an old friend of Johnnie's brought down from the attic. | 0:48:15 | 0:48:18 | |
Old Faithful Awaits His Master's Return. | 0:48:18 | 0:48:21 | |
I used to sleep under that silly painting. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:24 | |
Very comforting, I'm sure, but we're expected back in Mayfair. | 0:48:24 | 0:48:28 | |
But these are the largest rooms in the house. You'll find nothing like it in London. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:32 | |
-She has a point... -She always does. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:34 | |
-Sometimes I don't know why you ever did wander home. -And miss all the fun? | 0:48:34 | 0:48:39 | |
-Cook would like to inform you, Mrs Whittaker, the bird is stuffed. -Oh! | 0:48:39 | 0:48:44 | |
What bird, hmm? | 0:48:44 | 0:48:46 | |
Thursday is bubble and squeak. I hadn't made any arrangements. | 0:48:46 | 0:48:49 | |
Oh, but I have! | 0:48:49 | 0:48:52 | |
In appreciation of your understanding, and now for that delicious double bed. | 0:48:57 | 0:49:01 | |
We'll think of you every time we use it. | 0:49:01 | 0:49:03 | |
-What exactly are we celebrating? -Thanksgiving. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:14 | |
Thanks for what, hmm? | 0:49:14 | 0:49:16 | |
The annihilation of an entire indigenous people. | 0:49:16 | 0:49:19 | |
A loving union of two great cultures. | 0:49:19 | 0:49:22 | |
-Just like us. -How transcontinental. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:24 | |
-I can't believe you got access to the kitchen. -Beatrice did put up a fight. | 0:49:24 | 0:49:28 | |
But technically, I outrank her. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
-Who's Beatrice? -Your cook. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:32 | |
Or now my undercook, since I'm qualified cordon bleu. | 0:49:32 | 0:49:37 | |
-That's a degree. -Furber, can you take the vegetables down to the kitchen and tell Cook to cook them? | 0:49:37 | 0:49:43 | |
No, Furber, thank you. I think I'll surprise my alimentary canal. | 0:49:43 | 0:49:47 | |
Mother, if you don't mind, I'm going to eat my meal before it gets cold. | 0:49:48 | 0:49:52 | |
-Furber, I've changed my mind, bring it back! -Me, too. | 0:49:52 | 0:49:56 | |
Gobble, gobble! | 0:49:58 | 0:49:59 | |
Yes! | 0:50:05 | 0:50:07 | |
Here's a tip, Hilda. A sure way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Or his mother. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:15 | |
Larita, look, I've found another likeness of Edgar. | 0:50:15 | 0:50:18 | |
-Marion, this is Fatty Arbuckle. -Who's in jail, I know that. | 0:50:18 | 0:50:23 | |
But if you cut out his cheeks and give him a bald patch, there's a striking resemblance. | 0:50:23 | 0:50:27 | |
Edgar's away on a trip across the pond, sewing his wild oats, or something agricultural. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:34 | |
-She's good, I'll give her that. -I think you're over-reacting. | 0:50:34 | 0:50:39 | |
Lari? Lari! | 0:50:46 | 0:50:49 | |
Not the vase! Not the vase! | 0:50:49 | 0:50:52 | |
"Taking the corncockle buds and bee-kissed roses roughly in his calloused hands, his hot, | 0:50:52 | 0:50:59 | |
"moist tulip exploded in her river of delights..." | 0:50:59 | 0:51:02 | |
Larita? | 0:51:14 | 0:51:16 | |
-Early Christmas present. For you, darling. -Ooh, the mind boggles. | 0:51:16 | 0:51:20 | |
Well, it's...it's... | 0:51:29 | 0:51:30 | |
-It's magnificent. -It's monstrous! | 0:51:30 | 0:51:33 | |
It's me. I posed for a young Spaniard. | 0:51:33 | 0:51:35 | |
Don't you absolutely adore it? | 0:51:35 | 0:51:37 | |
-Very expressive, darling, but I can't quite see you in it. -You can see everything else! | 0:51:37 | 0:51:41 | |
You took your clothes off in front of a total stranger? | 0:51:41 | 0:51:44 | |
Of course she took her clothes off. | 0:51:44 | 0:51:46 | |
-I think it's unholy. -I'm not sure I approve of you being nude. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:51 | |
You know, without...without me. | 0:51:51 | 0:51:53 | |
Extraordinary. What exactly are you hoping to achieve? | 0:51:53 | 0:51:57 | |
Just trying to get into the swing of things...Mother. | 0:51:57 | 0:52:01 | |
Marvellous! Well, then, you'll be riding in the hunt with us, won't you? | 0:52:01 | 0:52:06 | |
-I might be persuaded if the painting stays. -Hunt. -Paint. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:12 | |
-Hunt. -Paint. -Hunt! | 0:52:12 | 0:52:15 | |
Very well. | 0:52:15 | 0:52:18 | |
Hunt. | 0:52:18 | 0:52:20 | |
View, hello. | 0:52:25 | 0:52:28 | |
Hello, everyone. Good to see you. Richard. | 0:52:31 | 0:52:34 | |
Morning, Jim! After generations of false starts, we've finally managed to combine our cavalry. | 0:52:34 | 0:52:40 | |
Congratulations. A marriage of minor convenience. | 0:52:40 | 0:52:44 | |
You'll be fine, I promise. | 0:52:44 | 0:52:45 | |
The second you have the Holborough boy's eye, flirt outrageously. | 0:52:45 | 0:52:50 | |
-But Warwick Holborough has ears like the Cambridge Cup! -And Philip's the prize. | 0:52:50 | 0:52:54 | |
Now, if you want a man's attention...ignore him. | 0:52:54 | 0:52:58 | |
Warwick The Wingnut and Sausage Fingers? What a handsome couple. | 0:53:05 | 0:53:09 | |
They'll have puppies not children. | 0:53:09 | 0:53:12 | |
Wait... There's something I need to say. | 0:53:13 | 0:53:17 | |
I see you, you're wasted here. | 0:53:17 | 0:53:21 | |
When the time comes, give me a ring. | 0:53:21 | 0:53:25 | |
If I could find your neck, Philip, I'd wring it. | 0:53:25 | 0:53:28 | |
-Larita's making sheep's eyes at Philip. -She's a Venus de Flytrap! | 0:53:28 | 0:53:32 | |
She wants him all to herself. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:34 | |
She's not interested in Philip. Nobody's interested in Philip. | 0:53:34 | 0:53:38 | |
-I am! -Mount up, Larita. | 0:53:38 | 0:53:40 | |
If you don't mind, I think I might give the fox a head start. | 0:53:40 | 0:53:45 | |
Lari, get on the pony, please. | 0:53:45 | 0:53:49 | |
Oh, it's just as I thought. | 0:53:49 | 0:53:51 | |
Oh, I said I'd ride, and I'm always good for my word. | 0:53:51 | 0:53:55 | |
Tally-ho! | 0:53:55 | 0:53:56 | |
# Spy on me, baby, use satellite | 0:54:12 | 0:54:15 | |
# Infrared to see me move through the night | 0:54:15 | 0:54:19 | |
# Aim, going to fire, shoot me right | 0:54:19 | 0:54:23 | |
# I'm going to like the way you fight | 0:54:23 | 0:54:26 | |
# Now you've found the secret code I use | 0:54:27 | 0:54:30 | |
# To wash away my lonely blues | 0:54:30 | 0:54:34 | |
# So I can't deny or lie cos you're the only one to make me fly | 0:54:34 | 0:54:41 | |
# Sex bomb, sex bomb You're my sex bomb | 0:54:42 | 0:54:46 | |
# You can give it to me when I need to come along... # | 0:54:46 | 0:54:50 | |
# Sex bomb, sex bomb You're my sex bomb... # | 0:54:50 | 0:54:54 | |
-What is she doing? -A victory lap, by the look of things. | 0:54:54 | 0:54:58 | |
There's something wild about that child that's so contagious. | 0:54:58 | 0:55:02 | |
Whoo-hoo! | 0:55:05 | 0:55:07 | |
Well, she promised she'd ride. Ha-ha! | 0:55:10 | 0:55:14 | |
# No chaperone can get our number | 0:55:23 | 0:55:26 | |
# The world's in a slumber Let's misbehave! | 0:55:26 | 0:55:32 | |
# There's something wild about you, child, that's so contagious | 0:55:32 | 0:55:36 | |
# Let's be outrageous Let's misbehave! | 0:55:36 | 0:55:41 | |
# When Adam won Eve's hand he wouldn't stand for teasin' | 0:55:41 | 0:55:46 | |
# He didn't care about those apples out of season | 0:55:46 | 0:55:51 | |
# They say that spring means just one little thing to little lovebirds | 0:55:51 | 0:55:55 | |
# We're not above, birds Let's misbehave! # | 0:55:55 | 0:56:01 | |
Whoo! | 0:56:07 | 0:56:08 | |
Miss Hilda, telephone from New York. | 0:56:19 | 0:56:21 | |
Uncle George? Oh, thank God, a friendly voice. | 0:56:29 | 0:56:33 | |
Yes, and she's a complete nightmare. | 0:56:33 | 0:56:36 | |
Really? How salacious. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:43 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:56:44 | 0:56:45 | |
Come in. | 0:56:45 | 0:56:46 | |
Mother? I'd like to apologise for today's schmozzle. | 0:56:48 | 0:56:53 | |
That really won't be necessary. | 0:56:53 | 0:56:55 | |
Larita made no secret of her disapproval of blood sports. | 0:56:55 | 0:56:59 | |
She did ride as promised. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:01 | |
Well, we should credit her with her imaginative way of keeping her word. | 0:57:01 | 0:57:05 | |
You must be very proud of her. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:07 | |
Mother, I think... I think maybe Larita and I ought to go. | 0:57:09 | 0:57:14 | |
Oh... Yes, I see. Very well. | 0:57:16 | 0:57:19 | |
Feel free to drop in whenever it takes your fancy. Off you go. Enjoy. | 0:57:19 | 0:57:23 | |
Don't be like that. | 0:57:23 | 0:57:25 | |
I'm sorry, dear, wasn't Mummy being kind enough? Take these, they might get you as far as Constantinople! | 0:57:25 | 0:57:31 | |
And this, Casablanca. | 0:57:31 | 0:57:32 | |
-Mother, stop it! -No. You stop it! | 0:57:32 | 0:57:34 | |
Stop being so naive! | 0:57:37 | 0:57:40 | |
The money's gone, John. Nothing left. | 0:57:45 | 0:57:49 | |
The only thing standing between this family and bankruptcy are those surveyors in the back field. | 0:57:49 | 0:57:55 | |
Lord Hurst is offering to buy 400 acres to keep the bailiffs away. | 0:57:57 | 0:58:02 | |
It's your legacy, John Whittaker, and I'm selling it. | 0:58:02 | 0:58:07 | |
-I had no idea. -No. No, you don't. | 0:58:13 | 0:58:17 | |
You were supposed to take over the estate, take your responsibilities. | 0:58:22 | 0:58:26 | |
But you were unexpectedly flagged down. | 0:58:26 | 0:58:28 | |
I've been struggling for years with a man who doesn't care, waiting for you to step up to the mark. | 0:58:28 | 0:58:36 | |
No. You just go. Go to Algiers with your racing car driver. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:45 | |
I'm too tired to care any more! | 0:58:45 | 0:58:47 | |
It's not exactly surprising, John. Look at the grounds. Your mother is being very practical. | 0:58:49 | 0:58:55 | |
-In what sense? -You're not coming back. | 0:58:55 | 0:58:59 | |
Your father moved out decades ago. Philip's not going to marry Hilda. | 0:58:59 | 0:59:02 | |
Nobody's going to marry Marion. | 0:59:02 | 0:59:04 | |
-Subdividing the land and selling to a trusted neighbour is an elegant solution. -Somewhat harsh. | 0:59:04 | 0:59:10 | |
I've had my fair share of selling off my past, and it is an auction | 0:59:10 | 0:59:15 | |
of innocence that's neither fun nor pretty, but it is realistic, something your mother excels in. | 0:59:15 | 0:59:22 | |
But it's my responsibility. | 0:59:22 | 0:59:24 | |
Gracious, how can I have been so blind? | 0:59:26 | 0:59:29 | |
Oh, winter hydrangeas! How do you do it? | 1:00:07 | 1:00:09 | |
It's a controlled mixture of passion, persistence and horse manure. | 1:00:09 | 1:00:14 | |
I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the new bride. | 1:00:16 | 1:00:19 | |
Ah! John's wife has very fickle allergies. | 1:00:19 | 1:00:22 | |
Allergies to what? | 1:00:22 | 1:00:24 | |
Flowers, Emma. Can you believe it? | 1:00:24 | 1:00:26 | |
That is a strange choice of bed fellow for this neck of the woods. | 1:00:26 | 1:00:31 | |
You'll just have to make do with John and Sarah. | 1:00:31 | 1:00:34 | |
It'll be like old times. | 1:00:34 | 1:00:36 | |
# When you're smiling The whole world smiles... # | 1:00:36 | 1:00:42 | |
Why the big Panda eyes? | 1:00:42 | 1:00:45 | |
-Sarah, I've often meant to ask you something, but I hadn't the courage. -Well, don't then. | 1:00:45 | 1:00:51 | |
Did you think I behaved like a cad, marrying Larita without telling you? | 1:00:51 | 1:00:56 | |
No, of course not. You took the opportunity and married for love. I respect you for it. | 1:00:56 | 1:01:01 | |
If we'd have married it would've been for friendship and convenience. | 1:01:01 | 1:01:06 | |
-Would it? -Yes! We knew one another far too well. | 1:01:06 | 1:01:09 | |
I want my marriage to be thrilling, romantic, with passionate love letters. | 1:01:09 | 1:01:16 | |
-I could've written you love letters. -Well, you didn't, did you? | 1:01:16 | 1:01:19 | |
I did love you all the same. | 1:01:20 | 1:01:22 | |
John, stop it. | 1:01:23 | 1:01:25 | |
He's very different from the man I met in France. | 1:01:34 | 1:01:37 | |
Boy. The same, sweet boy. | 1:01:37 | 1:01:42 | |
Is it true what she says? Are you really selling off the land? | 1:01:46 | 1:01:50 | |
To be perfectly honest, I haven't the faintest idea. | 1:01:50 | 1:01:54 | |
But it's your home, it's your community. Doesn't that matter? | 1:01:58 | 1:02:02 | |
-No. -You're a dark horse. | 1:02:03 | 1:02:07 | |
Have you noticed how few men of my age there are in this village? | 1:02:11 | 1:02:15 | |
14 years ago, we all took the King's shilling. We all signed up together. | 1:02:16 | 1:02:21 | |
My brother, friends, staff. | 1:02:22 | 1:02:27 | |
All hunkered down in the front row of the Great War. | 1:02:27 | 1:02:32 | |
I thought they kept Majors safely behind desks? | 1:02:32 | 1:02:37 | |
Promotion for surviving. | 1:02:37 | 1:02:39 | |
As Captain, it was my job to get them all out of the trenches. | 1:02:39 | 1:02:45 | |
Within the first four minutes of our first charge, | 1:02:45 | 1:02:51 | |
20,000 men died. | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
In Thorverton, down the road here, they were stationed in Morocco. | 1:02:59 | 1:03:04 | |
Their Captain brought them all home. | 1:03:04 | 1:03:07 | |
I didn't bring a single man back. | 1:03:14 | 1:03:16 | |
This whole village died. | 1:03:17 | 1:03:19 | |
I think there's a glimmer of life in you yet. | 1:03:19 | 1:03:23 | |
Well, if there is, it has no time for pet cemeteries and Japanese lanterns. | 1:03:23 | 1:03:27 | |
Why did you come back? | 1:03:27 | 1:03:30 | |
I had no choice. | 1:03:30 | 1:03:33 | |
Bonjour, Madame. | 1:03:35 | 1:03:36 | |
Qu'est-ce que vous voulez? | 1:03:38 | 1:03:40 | |
She came for you? | 1:03:48 | 1:03:50 | |
Why the lie? | 1:03:50 | 1:03:53 | |
She thought "wandering home" sounded better. | 1:03:53 | 1:03:56 | |
And to be perfectly frank, I no longer cared. | 1:03:59 | 1:04:03 | |
I hate new games. There are too many balls, I can't sink anything. | 1:04:07 | 1:04:11 | |
Sink some gin, Sausage Fingers! | 1:04:11 | 1:04:13 | |
-I never, ever win. -Oh, well done! | 1:04:14 | 1:04:17 | |
Stop sucking it. Come and help. Come on, Pops. | 1:04:24 | 1:04:27 | |
All right, missy, hold your horses. | 1:04:27 | 1:04:30 | |
Right, clear the decks, puppies. | 1:04:30 | 1:04:32 | |
May I? | 1:04:32 | 1:04:34 | |
I was hoping to have a word. | 1:04:41 | 1:04:43 | |
Oh, we're accentuating the positive today, I don't have a mind for anything else. | 1:04:43 | 1:04:48 | |
Of course, of course. I know you are under considerable stress. | 1:04:48 | 1:04:55 | |
Regarding what? | 1:04:55 | 1:04:56 | |
Lord Hurst's kind offer to buy into your property. | 1:04:56 | 1:05:00 | |
The realtor I'm dealing with in London also specialises in subdivision. | 1:05:00 | 1:05:06 | |
Perhaps he could help negotiate a premium price. | 1:05:06 | 1:05:09 | |
Thank you, but really this is of no concern of yours. | 1:05:09 | 1:05:13 | |
Of course it's a concern. I am a member of this family now and I'd like to help. | 1:05:13 | 1:05:18 | |
And this is your interpretation of "help", is it? | 1:05:18 | 1:05:21 | |
Carving up our heritage and selling it off to the highest bidder? | 1:05:21 | 1:05:24 | |
Coming from a country no older than the chair you are sitting in, it seems a very practical solution. | 1:05:24 | 1:05:29 | |
Just forget the seven generations of people who have devoted their entire lives to farming this land. | 1:05:29 | 1:05:35 | |
Get someone else to do it. With a machine, no less. | 1:05:35 | 1:05:39 | |
Who do you think you are? | 1:05:40 | 1:05:42 | |
Swinging your wherewithal like a cat on heat. | 1:05:43 | 1:05:47 | |
If you really want to be of assistance, Larita, I think you know what's required. | 1:05:49 | 1:05:54 | |
Right. I think it's time an expert showed you how this game is played. | 1:05:56 | 1:06:02 | |
Bravo! What a sportswoman, I must say. | 1:06:04 | 1:06:08 | |
Can you imagine? Fantastic! | 1:06:09 | 1:06:12 | |
-Lari, you're confusing me. -I'm feeling trapped. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:17 | |
-I don't understand. -It's this house! | 1:06:17 | 1:06:19 | |
It has an air of doom hanging over it. | 1:06:19 | 1:06:21 | |
And I can barely stand the weight much longer. | 1:06:21 | 1:06:23 | |
The answer is to go abroad again. | 1:06:29 | 1:06:32 | |
Not yet. This is my life for now, you know that. | 1:06:32 | 1:06:37 | |
-And what part do I play in it? -Do you have to be so loud? | 1:06:37 | 1:06:40 | |
Of course I do! I'm American. | 1:06:40 | 1:06:43 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:06:43 | 1:06:44 | |
What is the use of bickering like this? It doesn't lead anywhere. | 1:06:49 | 1:06:52 | |
You never know. It might lead to a natural end. | 1:06:52 | 1:06:55 | |
Do you want it to? | 1:06:58 | 1:06:59 | |
Do you? | 1:07:00 | 1:07:02 | |
No! I just want some peace and quiet. | 1:07:02 | 1:07:07 | |
You're far too young to make a remark like that. | 1:07:07 | 1:07:12 | |
I can't help my age...Grandma. | 1:07:12 | 1:07:15 | |
Look, I'm sorry that I leave you alone so much. | 1:07:19 | 1:07:24 | |
-Honestly, I'm sorry. -Good. Then let's do something about it. | 1:07:24 | 1:07:30 | |
Why are we driving so fast? | 1:07:35 | 1:07:36 | |
The thrill of escape! | 1:07:38 | 1:07:39 | |
You're looking very game today. Fairest game in the land. | 1:07:44 | 1:07:48 | |
A penny for your thoughts? | 1:07:48 | 1:07:49 | |
It's more than pennies, I'm afraid, Pinkie. I don't think I can afford the party this year. | 1:07:49 | 1:07:55 | |
But the Japanese lanterns! | 1:07:55 | 1:07:57 | |
No, cancelled. Had to choose, Japanese lanterns or the maid. | 1:07:57 | 1:08:00 | |
You're not getting out of it that easily. | 1:08:00 | 1:08:04 | |
My offer of cellar and staff still stands. It wouldn't be Christmas without your knees-up. | 1:08:04 | 1:08:09 | |
GUNSHOT | 1:08:10 | 1:08:11 | |
Oh! This is the first piece of clarity I've had since arriving. | 1:08:20 | 1:08:24 | |
Whoo! | 1:08:24 | 1:08:26 | |
Why can't we live in moments like these for ever? | 1:08:29 | 1:08:32 | |
Why? Because you've stopped loving me, my darling! | 1:08:32 | 1:08:36 | |
How can you say that? | 1:08:38 | 1:08:39 | |
Oh, I just open my mouth and the words come out. | 1:08:39 | 1:08:42 | |
Then let's make a fresh start. | 1:08:42 | 1:08:45 | |
There are so many things I need to tell you about me. Hard things. | 1:09:01 | 1:09:05 | |
-I don't care. -I do. | 1:09:05 | 1:09:08 | |
It doesn't matter. | 1:09:08 | 1:09:11 | |
I trust you absolutely. | 1:09:11 | 1:09:13 | |
Come on. | 1:09:23 | 1:09:24 | |
Shot! | 1:09:55 | 1:09:56 | |
John! | 1:10:04 | 1:10:05 | |
-Top hole. -Oh! | 1:10:09 | 1:10:12 | |
I can't decide which is worse, that you had to sneak outside to get some privacy, | 1:10:12 | 1:10:16 | |
-or that you were caught by Veronica. -Who's Veronica? | 1:10:16 | 1:10:19 | |
I am. It's my name. | 1:10:19 | 1:10:22 | |
-I fail to see the humour in it! -No, darling, you're quite right. | 1:10:25 | 1:10:28 | |
I can certainly see the serious implications. It's not a laughing matter. | 1:10:28 | 1:10:32 | |
-It's only a laughing matter. -Indecent exposure is illegal. | 1:10:32 | 1:10:36 | |
Even in America. | 1:10:36 | 1:10:37 | |
Yep. You're right. And we're very, very sorry, aren't we? | 1:10:37 | 1:10:42 | |
No, I'm not. This is my husband. | 1:10:42 | 1:10:45 | |
-And this is my home! -Maybe it's time for the young ones to fly the nest? | 1:10:45 | 1:10:49 | |
Certainly not. They will stay put and brazen this out. | 1:10:49 | 1:10:53 | |
And you can get that ghastly painting out of my house! | 1:10:53 | 1:10:56 | |
We do not need any more reminders of your easy virtue! | 1:10:56 | 1:10:59 | |
-Excited, Furber? -Overwhelmed, sir. | 1:11:09 | 1:11:11 | |
Miss Hilda. Uncle George. | 1:11:11 | 1:11:14 | |
How explosive! | 1:11:14 | 1:11:15 | |
Furber, I recognise that as asparagus. | 1:11:15 | 1:11:19 | |
Correct, Madam. | 1:11:19 | 1:11:20 | |
Ha! I pity poor Panda. | 1:11:20 | 1:11:22 | |
Oh, what is it now? | 1:11:22 | 1:11:24 | |
Read! The Detroit News. Uncle George is a super sleuth! | 1:11:24 | 1:11:29 | |
-Collecting old newspapers is the last refuge of a truly boring man. -Boring? Far from it. | 1:11:29 | 1:11:34 | |
It was a scandal! Wasn't it... | 1:11:34 | 1:11:37 | |
Mrs Morley? | 1:11:37 | 1:11:39 | |
Mrs Tom Morley of Detroit, Michigan. | 1:11:39 | 1:11:43 | |
Don't be grotesque, Hilda. | 1:11:43 | 1:11:45 | |
Well, I suppose I'd better finish my meal before it wilts entirely. | 1:11:45 | 1:11:50 | |
-Any dressing? -Oh, I am genuinely shocked! -No, thanks, I always end up wearing it. | 1:11:50 | 1:11:55 | |
-We've been hoodwinked! -Especially that runny vinaigrette. -Fire and brimstone! | 1:11:55 | 1:11:59 | |
-Mayonnaise has more ballast. -Will you stop this insulting behaviour immediately! | 1:11:59 | 1:12:04 | |
Oh, I always hated that photo of myself. | 1:12:09 | 1:12:11 | |
Of everything I ever expected, nothing prepared me for this. | 1:12:11 | 1:12:15 | |
-For what? -She was charged with murder. -I was acquitted. | 1:12:15 | 1:12:19 | |
-And that's consolation? -I told you my husband died. | 1:12:19 | 1:12:22 | |
But you didn't tell us how, did you? | 1:12:22 | 1:12:24 | |
-Does John know about this? I see. -It's no concern of ours. | 1:12:24 | 1:12:28 | |
-Father! Really! -Yes, and after Hilda went to all that trouble digging it up. | 1:12:28 | 1:12:33 | |
I'm going outside for a cigarette. | 1:12:33 | 1:12:35 | |
-Care to join me? -Thank you, Jim. Don't mind if I do. | 1:12:35 | 1:12:39 | |
No concern? | 1:12:41 | 1:12:43 | |
-The pack's closing. -This woman has taken advantage of our son! | 1:12:48 | 1:12:52 | |
He'd never have married her if he'd known the truth. | 1:12:52 | 1:12:55 | |
-You know that, do you? -You'd have preferred we had an affair? | 1:12:55 | 1:12:58 | |
It would've been more appropriate! | 1:12:58 | 1:13:00 | |
-Mother! -Unfortunately, I agree with you! | 1:13:00 | 1:13:02 | |
It's easy to talk like this now. | 1:13:02 | 1:13:05 | |
It isn't easy, it's heartbreaking. I love John, but it's not blind love. | 1:13:05 | 1:13:09 | |
MARION SNORTS | 1:13:09 | 1:13:10 | |
Marion, does that sound indicate contempt or asthma? | 1:13:10 | 1:13:13 | |
-You can't palm us off like that, Mrs Morley. -This is your doing, child. | 1:13:13 | 1:13:17 | |
-You're a bigger fool than you look. -Larita is your type, isn't she, Father? | 1:13:17 | 1:13:20 | |
That is the nicest thing any of you have ever said. | 1:13:20 | 1:13:22 | |
Hello, are we having a picnic? | 1:13:22 | 1:13:25 | |
John, I think your wife better unveil this one herself. Don't you, Larita? | 1:13:27 | 1:13:32 | |
Before we met... | 1:13:34 | 1:13:36 | |
..I was involved in a court case over the death of my husband. | 1:13:38 | 1:13:42 | |
It was seedy and stressful, | 1:13:42 | 1:13:44 | |
but since I was found innocent I didn't think it necessary to burden you with the details. | 1:13:44 | 1:13:50 | |
-Innocent? -She was responsible for a man killing himself! | 1:13:50 | 1:13:55 | |
The verdict was suicide, but that's not where it started. | 1:13:55 | 1:13:58 | |
I thought it was cancer. | 1:13:58 | 1:14:00 | |
It was. But he was so desperately sick. | 1:14:00 | 1:14:04 | |
If you'd known him, you would've understood how forgivable it was. | 1:14:04 | 1:14:08 | |
-It's not as if she poisoned him herself. -That's what everyone thinks. -She's a black widow. | 1:14:08 | 1:14:13 | |
I pity you, Marion. | 1:14:13 | 1:14:14 | |
-Really? Well, I won't let you! -Right, that's it! | 1:14:14 | 1:14:16 | |
You have a dance to organise, I suggest you all get to it! Go on! | 1:14:16 | 1:14:19 | |
Now! | 1:14:19 | 1:14:21 | |
Hilda! Come on, inside! | 1:14:25 | 1:14:27 | |
John... | 1:14:30 | 1:14:32 | |
Are you crying because you're angry or ashamed? | 1:14:56 | 1:15:00 | |
Neither. | 1:15:01 | 1:15:03 | |
Coming here has been the most demoralising experience of my life. | 1:15:03 | 1:15:08 | |
Why didn't you tell me? | 1:15:13 | 1:15:15 | |
I wanted to, everything just happened so fast. | 1:15:17 | 1:15:20 | |
That's not good enough. | 1:15:20 | 1:15:22 | |
I tried to, several times. | 1:15:22 | 1:15:25 | |
But you trusted me..."absolutely". | 1:15:25 | 1:15:30 | |
And you saw the field day those fatuous hypocrites made of it. | 1:15:32 | 1:15:36 | |
Please remember they're my family. | 1:15:36 | 1:15:38 | |
I shouldn't think of them at all if they weren't. | 1:15:38 | 1:15:42 | |
Still...you should have told me. | 1:15:43 | 1:15:45 | |
You should have loved me more. | 1:15:47 | 1:15:49 | |
I couldn't love you any more. | 1:15:51 | 1:15:53 | |
You should have loved me better. | 1:15:53 | 1:15:55 | |
I don't understand you, Larita. | 1:15:59 | 1:16:01 | |
I don't understand you at all. | 1:16:03 | 1:16:05 | |
-Are you all left feet? -Dancing with you is like trying to move a piano. | 1:16:28 | 1:16:32 | |
I wonder what the American will be wearing. | 1:16:34 | 1:16:36 | |
Or who she'll be poisoning! | 1:16:36 | 1:16:39 | |
Do you like long, moonlit walks? | 1:16:41 | 1:16:44 | |
Only when taken by people who annoy me. | 1:16:44 | 1:16:47 | |
You've got me all to yourself. Larita's upstairs with a headache. | 1:16:47 | 1:16:51 | |
And which little fool, pray tell, gave her that? | 1:16:51 | 1:16:54 | |
Do you think you ought to go and see if Larita is coping? | 1:17:10 | 1:17:13 | |
-I already have. She's fine. -It's been a very trying day for her, John. | 1:17:13 | 1:17:17 | |
Go and escort your wife down. | 1:17:17 | 1:17:19 | |
I wouldn't worry. You know my wife, she'll make an entrance when she's ready. | 1:17:19 | 1:17:24 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 1:17:27 | 1:17:29 | |
Come in. | 1:17:29 | 1:17:31 | |
Quickly, you'll blow my cover. | 1:17:34 | 1:17:36 | |
Why are you sitting in the dark? | 1:17:45 | 1:17:47 | |
Watching. | 1:17:47 | 1:17:49 | |
People are so universally similar when their guard is down. | 1:17:51 | 1:17:55 | |
It seems they are universally similar when their guard is up, as well. | 1:17:58 | 1:18:03 | |
May I? | 1:18:07 | 1:18:08 | |
-Thank you for being gallant today. -You are damn cool in a crisis. | 1:18:10 | 1:18:14 | |
The judge at my trial said something similar. | 1:18:14 | 1:18:18 | |
Why did you do it? | 1:18:21 | 1:18:22 | |
Why did you marry John? | 1:18:25 | 1:18:28 | |
My first husband was older, and his end was messy. | 1:18:28 | 1:18:33 | |
Long afterwards, this...boy, | 1:18:34 | 1:18:39 | |
this pure boy arrived fresh and unblemished. | 1:18:39 | 1:18:45 | |
I married him because any other relationship seemed cheap and squalid. | 1:18:48 | 1:18:54 | |
My first marriage cost me my youth, and here I am stealing someone else's. | 1:18:55 | 1:19:00 | |
What will you do? | 1:19:03 | 1:19:04 | |
The best I can. | 1:19:06 | 1:19:08 | |
Oh, Davis, thank you. And thank you, Pinkie. | 1:19:15 | 1:19:18 | |
No, not at all, my dear. Just look at this turnout. | 1:19:18 | 1:19:21 | |
Hmm. They've only come for a repeat performance of the Cincinnati succubus. | 1:19:21 | 1:19:26 | |
May I have the pleasure? | 1:19:26 | 1:19:28 | |
Tango, please. | 1:20:22 | 1:20:23 | |
Certainly. | 1:20:23 | 1:20:24 | |
Dance with me, John. | 1:20:33 | 1:20:34 | |
Lari, don't. | 1:20:36 | 1:20:37 | |
Please? Dance with me. | 1:20:39 | 1:20:42 | |
-You've got to stop them, Mother. -No, I don't. | 1:22:13 | 1:22:17 | |
Oh, marvellous! Marvellous! | 1:22:55 | 1:22:57 | |
Straight from the bordellos of Buenos Aires to the Hippodrome of London. Maestro, take it away! | 1:23:00 | 1:23:05 | |
Jim, this is the end. | 1:23:07 | 1:23:10 | |
-Congratulations, madam. -Have you been drinking, Furber? | 1:23:21 | 1:23:24 | |
-Yes, madam. Prodigiously. -You are full of surprises. | 1:23:24 | 1:23:28 | |
Oh, yes, madam. I was even arrested once. | 1:23:28 | 1:23:30 | |
What for? | 1:23:30 | 1:23:32 | |
Bigamy. | 1:23:32 | 1:23:33 | |
Ah, there you are, Pinkie, I've found you. | 1:23:42 | 1:23:44 | |
Larita, where are you going? | 1:23:55 | 1:23:57 | |
Away, Sarah. For John's sake. Far, far away. | 1:23:57 | 1:24:00 | |
-Is there anything I can do? -You can look after him. | 1:24:02 | 1:24:07 | |
Women like me are tiresome in love. We expect too much. | 1:24:07 | 1:24:10 | |
Marry John. It's the way things always should've been. | 1:24:10 | 1:24:15 | |
I'm just so sorry I got in the way. | 1:24:15 | 1:24:18 | |
You love him that much? | 1:24:18 | 1:24:20 | |
Go. | 1:24:26 | 1:24:27 | |
I'll cover for you. | 1:24:27 | 1:24:29 | |
-Sweet Sarah. -So glad you've recovered from your headache. | 1:24:29 | 1:24:33 | |
Please don't build any convenient social lies on my behalf. | 1:24:33 | 1:24:37 | |
-I say, Mother is only... -Fighting to keep the charade alive? | 1:24:37 | 1:24:40 | |
You've shown tremendous fortitude holding this family together, Veronica, and I can respect that. | 1:24:40 | 1:24:46 | |
What I can't respect is the manipulative road you've chosen to maintain control. | 1:24:46 | 1:24:51 | |
This war is over. | 1:24:51 | 1:24:54 | |
-Move on. -"Move on." Oh, how convenient. | 1:24:54 | 1:24:57 | |
Oh, wake up, Marion. | 1:24:57 | 1:24:59 | |
Edgar's not coming back. | 1:24:59 | 1:25:00 | |
And that ring isn't stuck, you are. | 1:25:00 | 1:25:03 | |
And Hilda, you've got such promise, yet you're squandering it on malice. | 1:25:03 | 1:25:09 | |
My advice to both you girls? Run! Go see the world through your own eyes. | 1:25:09 | 1:25:14 | |
So speaks the siren, leading the sailors to their death. | 1:25:16 | 1:25:20 | |
-At least I'm not Medusa, turning them to stone. -Get out! | 1:25:20 | 1:25:24 | |
Larita? Lari? Lari, don't go. | 1:25:24 | 1:25:29 | |
John, I have to. I can't live here. Nothing can. | 1:25:29 | 1:25:33 | |
But you're my wife, and I love you. | 1:25:34 | 1:25:38 | |
Oh, John, my darling... | 1:25:38 | 1:25:41 | |
..you don't know what love is. | 1:25:43 | 1:25:46 | |
You have no idea what it means to love someone so much that you will do anything for them. | 1:25:46 | 1:25:52 | |
Even inject them with poison when they were too feeble to do it for themselves. | 1:25:56 | 1:26:01 | |
I don't believe that you could've ever loved me like that. | 1:26:08 | 1:26:11 | |
Oh, John, let her go. | 1:26:19 | 1:26:21 | |
Let her go, off into the sunset to inject another family with her poison! | 1:26:24 | 1:26:29 | |
-Mother... -Off you go! Before your past catches up with you again! | 1:26:29 | 1:26:33 | |
Mother! | 1:26:33 | 1:26:35 | |
Oh, you evil...! | 1:26:38 | 1:26:40 | |
Mother! Shut up! | 1:26:40 | 1:26:42 | |
-They are predicting warmer weather, madam. -Yes, Furber, I believe they are. | 1:26:45 | 1:26:49 | |
Thank you. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:50 | |
-Very generous. -There's something special in there for Jackson. Please make sure he gets it. | 1:26:56 | 1:27:01 | |
Of course. Where will madam be staying? | 1:27:01 | 1:27:04 | |
Who knows? | 1:27:04 | 1:27:07 | |
Good luck. | 1:27:07 | 1:27:09 | |
And you, Furber. | 1:27:11 | 1:27:13 | |
-Would you forward the painting please, Furber? -To where, sir? | 1:27:13 | 1:27:18 | |
I shall enjoy passing on the good news, sir. | 1:27:24 | 1:27:27 | |
Well, my dear, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. | 1:27:31 | 1:27:36 | |
-# I've got something to tell you -Really? | 1:27:37 | 1:27:41 | |
-# I got something to say -I'm all ears | 1:27:41 | 1:27:44 | |
# I'm going to put these wheels in motion | 1:27:44 | 1:27:49 | |
# And let nothing stand in my way | 1:27:49 | 1:27:52 | |
# Darling, I'll climb any mountain | 1:27:54 | 1:27:58 | |
# Darling, I'll do anything | 1:27:58 | 1:28:02 | |
# When the going gets tough | 1:28:02 | 1:28:05 | |
# The tough get going | 1:28:07 | 1:28:09 | |
# When the going gets rough | 1:28:11 | 1:28:13 | |
# The tough get rough | 1:28:15 | 1:28:18 | |
# Gonna get myself across the river | 1:28:20 | 1:28:23 | |
# That's the price that I'm willing to pay | 1:28:24 | 1:28:28 | |
# I'm gonna make you stand and deliver | 1:28:28 | 1:28:32 | |
# And give me love in that old-fashioned way | 1:28:32 | 1:28:37 | |
# Oh, darling, I'll climb any mountain | 1:28:37 | 1:28:42 | |
# Darling, I'll do anything | 1:28:42 | 1:28:46 | |
# Cos when the going gets tough | 1:28:46 | 1:28:48 | |
# The tough get going | 1:28:50 | 1:28:53 | |
# When the going gets rough | 1:28:55 | 1:28:57 | |
# The tough get rough... # | 1:28:59 | 1:29:02 | |
My lords, ladies and gentlemen, introducing the Easy Virtue Orchestra. | 1:29:24 | 1:29:29 | |
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