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Morning. | 0:01:52 | 0:01:53 | |
'It is a commonplace observation | 0:01:55 | 0:01:57 | |
'that remarkable events often have ordinary beginnings.' | 0:01:57 | 0:02:01 | |
'Never was this more true than of my talks with Dean Spanley, | 0:02:02 | 0:02:07 | |
'which form the spine of our narrative.' | 0:02:07 | 0:02:09 | |
-Morning. -Morning! | 0:02:09 | 0:02:11 | |
'Properly speaking, they began on a Thursday, | 0:02:11 | 0:02:14 | |
'the day on which I visit my father, Mr Horatio Fisk.' | 0:02:14 | 0:02:18 | |
'This habit, | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
'one might even say ritual, | 0:02:21 | 0:02:24 | |
'commenced after the death of my younger brother, Harrington, | 0:02:24 | 0:02:26 | |
'in the Boer War, | 0:02:26 | 0:02:28 | |
'and the subsequent demise of my dear Mama, | 0:02:28 | 0:02:31 | |
'occasioned by her grief at this... unsupportable loss.' | 0:02:31 | 0:02:36 | |
I'm coming, I'm coming! > | 0:02:49 | 0:02:53 | |
Morning, Mrs Brimley. | 0:02:55 | 0:02:58 | |
-How are you today? -As you see me. | 0:02:58 | 0:03:00 | |
-Could complain, but what'd be the use of that? -Yes, indeed. | 0:03:00 | 0:03:04 | |
-And himself? -Oh, he's working himself up into a head of steam. | 0:03:11 | 0:03:16 | |
You know how he gets. | 0:03:16 | 0:03:20 | |
Sent back the paper, he did, to have it properly ironed! | 0:03:20 | 0:03:25 | |
I'm just finishing the obituaries, so you can take it in to him. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:29 | |
I thought he didn't read the obituaries. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:32 | |
No more he does, but he wants them ironed just the same. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:36 | |
Says he doesn't read them | 0:03:36 | 0:03:38 | |
because he's afraid he'll come across his own name one day. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:41 | |
I ask you! | 0:03:41 | 0:03:43 | |
Do you believe in the transmigration of souls, Mrs Brimley? | 0:03:59 | 0:04:03 | |
I don't believe in letting foreigners in, | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
if that's what you mean. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:08 | |
No, um,... reincarnation, | 0:04:08 | 0:04:11 | |
not immigration. Erm... | 0:04:11 | 0:04:14 | |
The belief that the immortal soul has many earthly homes. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:20 | |
Well, I haven't given it much thought, I haven't. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
After Albert died,... | 0:04:25 | 0:04:28 | |
..I went to one of them mediums, but she couldn't get hold of him. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:32 | |
I wasn't surprised. He never said much when he were alive. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
I couldn't imagine him piping up once he were dead. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:39 | |
Mind you don't crease that, now. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:43 | |
He won't know what day it is, not having seen the paper. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:48 | |
KNOCKS AT DOOR | 0:05:09 | 0:05:11 | |
Oh, young Fisk. | 0:05:38 | 0:05:40 | |
-It must be Thursday. -It is indeed. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
Very handy, a Thursday. Keeps Wednesday and Friday from colliding. | 0:05:43 | 0:05:48 | |
You're here, then. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:51 | |
-You should have the garden seen to, Father. -That was your mother's job. | 0:06:01 | 0:06:05 | |
Nevertheless. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
Nevertheless... What does that expression mean, I ask you? | 0:06:07 | 0:06:10 | |
Nevertheless. | 0:06:10 | 0:06:12 | |
Might as well be clearing your throat, for all the sense it makes. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:16 | |
CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER OUTSIDE | 0:06:16 | 0:06:19 | |
Well, it's a fine day, Father. Have you anything particular in mind? | 0:06:19 | 0:06:24 | |
I can see how fine the day is. As for particular in mind, | 0:06:24 | 0:06:27 | |
everything is particular when you get down to it. | 0:06:27 | 0:06:30 | |
What I meant was, do you have any plans? | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
Are there any concerts or... | 0:06:32 | 0:06:36 | |
..exhibitions, | 0:06:36 | 0:06:38 | |
diversions you wish to attend? | 0:06:38 | 0:06:40 | |
There's nothing about the war. | 0:06:40 | 0:06:42 | |
We're not at war, as far as I know. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:44 | |
Diversions, you say. That's all that's left, you know, | 0:06:44 | 0:06:48 | |
before stepping out of the anteroom of eternity. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:53 | |
There is a display of aboriginal weapons | 0:06:54 | 0:06:56 | |
from our wars of imperial conquest... | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
'Such was the common procedure of my relationship with my father.' | 0:06:58 | 0:07:02 | |
'I, carrying out my filial duty, | 0:07:02 | 0:07:05 | |
'would arrive with the best of intentions.' | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
'He, indulging his practised yet primitive paternal instincts, | 0:07:07 | 0:07:12 | |
'would play a strange game of control.' | 0:07:12 | 0:07:16 | |
'As Thursday upon Thursday arrived, | 0:07:16 | 0:07:19 | |
'I'd become more and more determined to see this game dismantled.' | 0:07:19 | 0:07:23 | |
..a collection of Georgian shoe buckles. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:26 | |
Over 2,000 items. | 0:07:26 | 0:07:28 | |
That was an era when a gentleman could spend a fortune | 0:07:28 | 0:07:32 | |
ornamenting his feet. | 0:07:32 | 0:07:33 | |
Did we win the Boer War? | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
I believe we lost more slowly than the other side. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:43 | |
Garden never recovered from it. | 0:07:43 | 0:07:45 | |
You know, there is a lecture by one Swami Nala Prash | 0:07:49 | 0:07:52 | |
on the transmigration of souls. | 0:07:52 | 0:07:55 | |
Poppycock! | 0:07:55 | 0:07:58 | |
Think if we had souls they wouldn't get in touch? Of course they would. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:02 | |
Think your mother wouldn't be onto me about that garden? Of course! | 0:08:02 | 0:08:05 | |
Still, it seems the most likely of the lot, wouldn't you say? | 0:08:05 | 0:08:09 | |
It's being held at the home of the Nawab of Ranjiput. | 0:08:09 | 0:08:12 | |
-Isn't that the cricketing Indian chappie? -Yes, I believe so. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:16 | |
Oh, well. Let's take a look. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:18 | |
Heard he's turned the ballroom into a cricket pitch. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:21 | |
Mad as badgers, these nawabs. | 0:08:21 | 0:08:23 | |
Oh, by the way, I've invested in a chair vehicle. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:27 | |
Makes walking unnecessary. You'll enjoy it. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
Mrs Brimley! My chair! | 0:08:30 | 0:08:34 | |
GRAND MUSIC | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
-Watch your step, young Fisk. -Thank you, Father. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:40 | |
-How is it going? -Very smoothly so far! | 0:08:43 | 0:08:47 | |
So it should. Latest model. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:50 | |
Guaranteed to last longer than the user. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:53 | |
-Not that that means very much. -Nonsense, Father. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:56 | |
ENGINE CHUGS | 0:09:02 | 0:09:04 | |
-HORN TOOTS -Damned machines! | 0:09:06 | 0:09:09 | |
Be the death of all of us, they will. | 0:09:10 | 0:09:13 | |
Progress, Father, occasions certain inconveniences. | 0:09:13 | 0:09:17 | |
Galsworthy, old son. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:21 | |
-How are you? -Very well, sir. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:24 | |
Hey-ho! Well done, chair! | 0:09:25 | 0:09:29 | |
Give you a hand with the buggy? | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
-Grab hold. -That's kind of you. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:34 | |
-Buggy, indeed! -My pleasure, sir. Clyde-built by the feel of it. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:38 | |
CHEERING | 0:09:41 | 0:09:44 | |
MUSIC: Jerusalem played on sitar | 0:09:48 | 0:09:52 | |
GLASS SMASHES, LOUD CHEERS | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
WOMAN: Always a pleasure. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
Thank you! Thank you! | 0:10:02 | 0:10:06 | |
Damn foolish game, cricket, if you ask me! Too many rules. | 0:10:06 | 0:10:10 | |
-Howzat! -Not out, I say. | 0:10:12 | 0:10:16 | |
Not exactly a full house, is it? | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
Want to be where we can see the yellow of his eyes. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
I declare, that's Spanley, dean of St Justus. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:38 | |
Not that I ever go, so he may've been kicked out by now. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:41 | |
-Father, keep your voice down! -What? -Shh! | 0:10:41 | 0:10:44 | |
Dean Spanley, did you say? | 0:10:46 | 0:10:48 | |
Not me. Chap with the dog collar. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:50 | |
What's a dean doing at a sermon on reincarnation? | 0:10:50 | 0:10:54 | |
-Exactly my thought. -I think it shows open-mindedness. | 0:10:54 | 0:10:58 | |
Impending apostasy, more like. Seen the error of his Christian ways! | 0:10:58 | 0:11:02 | |
-The name's Wrather, with a W. -Fisk. | 0:11:02 | 0:11:05 | |
-What brings you here, Mr Fisk? -Ask young Fisk. His idea. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:08 | |
The lesser of several evils. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:09 | |
GONG | 0:11:09 | 0:11:12 | |
Well, there you are. I thought I got a thin edge onto my pad, | 0:11:15 | 0:11:20 | |
but when the umpire raises his finger, you have to walk. | 0:11:20 | 0:11:23 | |
That's life. And cricket. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
Well, then, time to bring on Swami Prash. | 0:11:26 | 0:11:29 | |
Of what he will tell you, I have no particular opinion, but... | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
I've always held him in high regard as a cricketer. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:35 | |
Bowled decent left-arm leg breaks before he went holy. | 0:11:35 | 0:11:38 | |
Haven't seen him play since, but I'm sure he's the sportsman he was. Hmm! | 0:11:38 | 0:11:42 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
'I confess, the appearance of Swami Prash | 0:11:51 | 0:11:54 | |
'came as something of a surprise, | 0:11:54 | 0:11:55 | |
'even a disappointment.' | 0:11:55 | 0:11:59 | |
'Although I had no clear expectation of what a holy man would look like, | 0:11:59 | 0:12:02 | |
'I had imagined one with such a title and discussing such a subject | 0:12:02 | 0:12:06 | |
'to have been dressed more... traditionally.' | 0:12:06 | 0:12:09 | |
The question of the transmigration of the soul, | 0:12:21 | 0:12:27 | |
perhaps more familiarly known to you as reincarnation, | 0:12:27 | 0:12:33 | |
has been the structural underpinning | 0:12:33 | 0:12:36 | |
of Indian philosophical and religious thought for millennia. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:41 | |
Only recently... | 0:12:41 | 0:12:42 | |
'What ensued proved to be as unilluminating a 50 minutes | 0:12:42 | 0:12:45 | |
'as I can remember spending outside the confines | 0:12:45 | 0:12:49 | |
-'of parliamentary debate.' -..esoteric wisdom... | 0:12:49 | 0:12:53 | |
'Indeed, the most significant fact I gleaned from the experience was, | 0:12:53 | 0:12:59 | |
'that with my eyes closed, | 0:12:59 | 0:13:01 | |
'the lecturer could've been a Welshman.' | 0:13:01 | 0:13:04 | |
..a little, if only a little, | 0:13:04 | 0:13:08 | |
closer. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:10 | |
SNORES | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
I should be pleased now to answer any questions you may have. | 0:13:12 | 0:13:16 | |
Where am I?! | 0:13:16 | 0:13:17 | |
Be quiet. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:19 | |
You are, my dear sir, | 0:13:20 | 0:13:23 | |
in the anteroom of eternity | 0:13:23 | 0:13:25 | |
-with the rest of us sojourning souls. -What?! | 0:13:25 | 0:13:29 | |
-Yes, madam? -I-I was, er,... | 0:13:29 | 0:13:32 | |
w-we were, that is, wondering if... | 0:13:32 | 0:13:36 | |
-Did he say the anteroom of eternity? -Shh! | 0:13:36 | 0:13:40 | |
-What? -Shh. -..animals, if they... | 0:13:40 | 0:13:42 | |
Pets, really. The souls of pets! | 0:13:42 | 0:13:46 | |
That is a most interesting question, | 0:13:46 | 0:13:50 | |
-and I thank you for asking it. -WOMAN CHUCKLES WITH PRIDE | 0:13:50 | 0:13:55 | |
It is generally supposed | 0:13:55 | 0:13:57 | |
that the animal soul must be of a different | 0:13:57 | 0:14:02 | |
and, by inference, inferior nature to the human soul. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:05 | |
The soul is that part of the godhead, of All That Is... | 0:14:05 | 0:14:11 | |
What you said before, sir, about the anteroom of eternity... | 0:14:11 | 0:14:16 | |
Would you be kind enough to allow the swami to finish his thought? | 0:14:16 | 0:14:20 | |
-Well, well! -Shh! -What? -Shush! | 0:14:20 | 0:14:22 | |
However, although all animals | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
have their specific awareness of the godhead, | 0:14:30 | 0:14:33 | |
the dog is, | 0:14:33 | 0:14:36 | |
by virtue of his singular relationship with all mankind, unique. | 0:14:36 | 0:14:42 | |
WOMEN: What about cats? | 0:14:42 | 0:14:44 | |
The dog...amplifies, | 0:14:44 | 0:14:49 | |
the cat diminishes... | 0:14:49 | 0:14:51 | |
man's estimation of himself. | 0:14:51 | 0:14:55 | |
Poppycock! | 0:14:57 | 0:14:58 | |
Howzat! > | 0:14:58 | 0:15:00 | |
So I shall wish you gentlemen good day. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
I can be found here most mornings and of the occasional evening. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:09 | |
-What exactly is a conveyancer? -Well, nothing, exactly. More a service of facilitation. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:13 | |
Assisting a thing to be moved between parties. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:16 | |
So you're a middleman. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:19 | |
Well, sometimes in the middle and sometimes at either end. | 0:15:19 | 0:15:22 | |
-Been a great pleasure, sir. -You're easily pleased, is all I can say. | 0:15:22 | 0:15:27 | |
Mrs Travers, did I ever mention that I collect birds? | 0:15:30 | 0:15:34 | |
I'm a real cornucopian! | 0:15:34 | 0:15:37 | |
Only thing that made sense in the whole farrago | 0:15:41 | 0:15:44 | |
was what the chap said about dogs thinking you're better than you are. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:48 | |
Canine flattery is a survival mechanism, according to Darwin. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:52 | |
The chap never had a dog, is all I can say. | 0:15:52 | 0:15:54 | |
I thought he had a beagle. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:56 | |
I had a dog once. Wag. | 0:15:56 | 0:15:59 | |
One of the seven great dogs. | 0:15:59 | 0:16:02 | |
At any one time, you know, there are | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
-only seven. Did you know that? -I can't say I did. | 0:16:04 | 0:16:07 | |
Neither did that swami. Made me think he didn't know much about dogs. | 0:16:07 | 0:16:11 | |
Let's go to my club, have a stiff one. | 0:16:11 | 0:16:14 | |
I thought you didn't go any more. | 0:16:14 | 0:16:16 | |
That was in the past. This is the present, young Fisk. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:20 | |
No time like the present, as that swami called it. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
-What was it? The Eternal Now? -I don't know, sir. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
I wasn't listening. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:28 | |
SIGHS IN EXERTION | 0:16:31 | 0:16:33 | |
Ahh! How are you, Marriot? | 0:16:37 | 0:16:40 | |
I'm well, sir. And yourself? | 0:16:40 | 0:16:42 | |
Oh, one step nearer the grave. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:45 | |
How's that boy of yours? Tommy, isn't it? | 0:16:45 | 0:16:49 | |
Yes, sir. | 0:16:49 | 0:16:51 | |
Tommy, sir. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:52 | |
He... He's dead, sir. He... | 0:16:52 | 0:16:56 | |
The war, sir. The Boer War. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
Oh, the Boers. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:00 | |
Lost one myself in that nonsense. | 0:17:00 | 0:17:04 | |
Haven't seen you for a while, sir. | 0:17:05 | 0:17:08 | |
Hasn't changed much. | 0:17:14 | 0:17:17 | |
-Clubs aren't supposed to change, surely. Part of their charm. -Mm. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:21 | |
There's that chap again. Is he following us? | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
Where are you going? | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
-Fisk. -What? | 0:17:32 | 0:17:35 | |
Horatio Fisk. This is young Fisk. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:39 | |
Surprised we were to see you at the nawab's. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
Oh, yes, yes. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:44 | |
So, what did you make of all that mumble-jumble? | 0:17:44 | 0:17:49 | |
The beliefs of others are always of interest. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:53 | |
Really? Tell me this, then. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:56 | |
Why don't they get in touch? | 0:17:56 | 0:17:58 | |
Souls, I mean. Never a word from beyond the grave. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:04 | |
You'd think one of them would've given a shout. | 0:18:04 | 0:18:06 | |
Well, I imagine if the swami is correct, | 0:18:06 | 0:18:10 | |
they're all too busy being whoever they've become. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:14 | |
-And what about him pinching my line? -What line was that? | 0:18:14 | 0:18:17 | |
The anteroom of eternity. | 0:18:17 | 0:18:19 | |
I'd rather thought that common usage. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:21 | |
Not at all! Out of my own head that came. | 0:18:21 | 0:18:25 | |
Rather like having your pocket picked. What's that you're drinking? | 0:18:25 | 0:18:29 | |
Ah... This is Tokay. | 0:18:29 | 0:18:33 | |
Not an Imperial, I'm afraid, but... good enough, for all that. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:37 | |
It's a bit syrupy for my taste. | 0:18:37 | 0:18:40 | |
Well, we'll leave you to it. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:42 | |
You must excuse my father. He can be...rather impulsive. | 0:18:46 | 0:18:50 | |
Not at all. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:52 | |
Pardon me, Dean, but... | 0:18:55 | 0:18:57 | |
erm... | 0:18:57 | 0:18:59 | |
am I to understand you give some credence to these beliefs? | 0:18:59 | 0:19:02 | |
Only the closed mind is certain, sir. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:08 | |
Oh, I agree. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:09 | |
I agree. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:13 | |
-Good day, sir. -Good day to you, sir. | 0:19:13 | 0:19:16 | |
Rum chap, Spanley. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:32 | |
Do you know him well enough to form that opinion? | 0:19:32 | 0:19:35 | |
One can tell. Not quite sound. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:37 | |
Dabbling in Eastern religion. Drinking that Hungarian treacle. | 0:19:37 | 0:19:41 | |
Can I get you gentlemen a drink? | 0:19:41 | 0:19:45 | |
I'd like a brandy and soda, Marriot, with the emphasis on the brandy. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:50 | |
I'll have the Tokay. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:52 | |
I'm afraid that won't be possible, sir. The Tokay's private stock. | 0:19:52 | 0:19:57 | |
The dean keeps a bottle for his personal use. | 0:19:57 | 0:20:00 | |
Very hard to come by, I believe. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:03 | |
Damned unsociable of him. Told you the fellow wasn't sound. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:06 | |
In that case, I'll have a brandy and soda, as well. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:10 | |
In the inverse ratio. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
Yes, of course, sir. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:15 | |
If I... | 0:20:18 | 0:20:20 | |
may say so, Mr Fisk, I... | 0:20:20 | 0:20:23 | |
I'm most sorry to hear of your loss. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:26 | |
What? | 0:20:26 | 0:20:28 | |
Your boy, sir. In the war. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:31 | |
Wasn't my loss! | 0:20:33 | 0:20:34 | |
He's the one got killed. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:36 | |
Sir. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:41 | |
That was, even for you, Father, a singularly callous remark. | 0:20:43 | 0:20:46 | |
Nothing of the sort. | 0:20:46 | 0:20:49 | |
Here we sit, about to be served brandy and sodas. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:52 | |
What's our loss compared to your brother's? | 0:20:52 | 0:20:56 | |
Women with the vote is like a cow with a gun - contrary to nature. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:05 | |
'Walking home, listening to my father assert a variety of things | 0:21:05 | 0:21:09 | |
'in tones of unbrookable authority, | 0:21:09 | 0:21:13 | |
'Dean Spanley's words returned to me with renewed force. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:17 | |
'Only the closed mind is certain.' | 0:21:17 | 0:21:20 | |
An excellent hotpot, Mrs Brimley. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:28 | |
It ought to be, seeing as how I've made it for you about 500 times! | 0:21:28 | 0:21:32 | |
Thank you. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:38 | |
SNORING | 0:21:38 | 0:21:40 | |
"It may well be supposed that this turn of events | 0:21:40 | 0:21:42 | |
"came as a most disagreeable surprise to Mr Chuttleworth, | 0:21:42 | 0:21:46 | |
"accustomed as he was to having his every whim catered for." | 0:21:46 | 0:21:51 | |
'I confess I had, until that moment, | 0:21:51 | 0:21:53 | |
'always supposed certainty to be rather a good thing.' | 0:21:53 | 0:21:56 | |
'Like money in the bank.' | 0:21:56 | 0:22:00 | |
'But something in the day's events had occasioned in me a certain... | 0:22:00 | 0:22:03 | |
'disquiet, a sense that...' | 0:22:03 | 0:22:06 | |
There may be more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, | 0:22:06 | 0:22:09 | |
than are dreamt of in your philosophy. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:12 | |
< SNORING | 0:22:13 | 0:22:16 | |
MUTTERING | 0:22:26 | 0:22:28 | |
I'll be off, Mrs Brimley. He's dozing in the study. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:55 | |
Oh, I'll have to wake him up, otherwise he won't sleep tonight! | 0:23:55 | 0:23:59 | |
Does he ever mention my brother? | 0:24:06 | 0:24:08 | |
Your father doesn't hold with grieving, Mr Fisk, | 0:24:10 | 0:24:14 | |
as you well know. | 0:24:14 | 0:24:15 | |
No, that's right. | 0:24:16 | 0:24:18 | |
No, you're right. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:22 | |
Thank you, Mrs Brimley. | 0:24:23 | 0:24:25 | |
-And thank you for the hotpot. -Oh, don't you start, young man! | 0:24:27 | 0:24:31 | |
Hotpot! That's all he'll let me cook for him. | 0:24:31 | 0:24:33 | |
Creature of habit, he is! Knows what he wants without having to think. | 0:24:33 | 0:24:38 | |
The certainty of a closed mind. | 0:24:38 | 0:24:40 | |
Well, I don't know about that. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:43 | |
But you do know where you are with him. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:45 | |
Where you was before. | 0:24:45 | 0:24:48 | |
Nowhere! | 0:24:48 | 0:24:49 | |
Bye-bye. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
-I'll see you next Thursday. -Like as not. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
Creatures of habit. Oh! | 0:24:56 | 0:24:59 | |
'I've heard it said that one encounter is a happenstance, | 0:25:06 | 0:25:10 | |
'two a coincidence | 0:25:10 | 0:25:12 | |
'and three a significance.' | 0:25:12 | 0:25:16 | |
'Be that as it may, | 0:25:17 | 0:25:19 | |
'that day, I found myself, | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
'for the third time, in the presence of Dean Spanley, | 0:25:21 | 0:25:25 | |
'a man who, until that day, I did not know existed.' | 0:25:25 | 0:25:30 | |
-Oh! -CAT MEOWS | 0:25:30 | 0:25:33 | |
-Is it stuck up there? -It rather appears so. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
They never think of that when they go up, | 0:25:36 | 0:25:39 | |
which I consider a reflection on their intelligence. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:42 | |
Probably chased by a dog. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:44 | |
Dean? | 0:25:45 | 0:25:47 | |
Dean Spanley? | 0:25:47 | 0:25:49 | |
Hello! I met you earlier at your club. | 0:25:49 | 0:25:53 | |
I was introduced by my father. Mr Fisk. | 0:25:53 | 0:25:57 | |
Oh. | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
And you were at the nawab's. CAT MEOWS | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
-Ah, yes. -CHURCH BELLS RING | 0:26:01 | 0:26:04 | |
I am most eager to hear your further views | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
on the subject of reincarnation. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:09 | |
I have no special knowledge on the matter. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:12 | |
Compared to my own, I'm sure yours are encyclopaedic. | 0:26:12 | 0:26:15 | |
I was wondering if I might invite you to dinner one evening. | 0:26:15 | 0:26:18 | |
I'm afraid that with my schedule, that would be rather difficult. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:22 | |
I would not presume upon so short an acquaintance | 0:26:22 | 0:26:25 | |
were it not that I've come into possession of a bottle of Tokay. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:29 | |
An Imperial Tokay. | 0:26:29 | 0:26:31 | |
-An Imperial Tokay? -Yes. | 0:26:33 | 0:26:36 | |
One must be on one's guard against the common or garden variety. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:43 | |
What year? | 0:26:43 | 0:26:44 | |
An '89, I believe. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
An '89, you say? | 0:26:47 | 0:26:49 | |
Was... Is that a good year? | 0:26:49 | 0:26:54 | |
Oh, yes. How do you come to be in possession of such a treasure? | 0:26:54 | 0:26:59 | |
You must be very well connected, Mr...? | 0:26:59 | 0:27:02 | |
Fisk. Henslowe Fisk. | 0:27:02 | 0:27:06 | |
Well... Well... | 0:27:08 | 0:27:10 | |
Perhaps I might manage... | 0:27:10 | 0:27:13 | |
Thursday, if that would be convenient? | 0:27:13 | 0:27:16 | |
Most convenient. Shall we say seven o'clock? | 0:27:16 | 0:27:21 | |
-Very well. Until then. -Good day, sir. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:25 | |
'89... Goodness me! | 0:27:26 | 0:27:29 | |
LOUD MEOWING | 0:27:29 | 0:27:32 | |
I wouldn't call it a lie, puss. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:37 | |
More like a truth deferred. Nothing worse. | 0:27:37 | 0:27:41 | |
'It had not occurred to me when I made my overture to the dean | 0:27:46 | 0:27:50 | |
'that procuring his favourite tipple would prove such a challenge.' | 0:27:50 | 0:27:53 | |
-Oi! Come back here! -SHOUTING | 0:27:53 | 0:27:56 | |
Very hard to find an Imperial Tokay, sir. There are what you might call | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
commercial counterfeits. But the real thing - | 0:28:08 | 0:28:11 | |
that's another story altogether. | 0:28:11 | 0:28:13 | |
It's made solely for the Hapsburg monarchy. | 0:28:13 | 0:28:16 | |
Takes a royal decree to have one uncorked. | 0:28:16 | 0:28:19 | |
You would need to know somebody with such connections. | 0:28:19 | 0:28:23 | |
I see. | 0:28:23 | 0:28:24 | |
Tell me this. If... | 0:28:26 | 0:28:30 | |
King Edward himself were to come you and say, | 0:28:30 | 0:28:34 | |
"Find me one or two bottles of Tokay," what would you say to him? | 0:28:34 | 0:28:37 | |
Well, I would suggest, most respectfully, that he... | 0:28:37 | 0:28:41 | |
uses his family connections in order to affect the conveyancing. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:44 | |
So he'd have a lot more chance of success than I would, sir. | 0:28:44 | 0:28:48 | |
Of course. | 0:28:50 | 0:28:52 | |
The point of the exercise, drop every ball without a miss. | 0:29:09 | 0:29:14 | |
Care for a small wager? | 0:29:15 | 0:29:18 | |
No, thank you. No, you seem more than capable of performing such a feat. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:23 | |
So you'd like to acquire a bottle of an '89 Tokay. | 0:29:26 | 0:29:30 | |
An Imperial. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:32 | |
-This an adventure of the romantic sort that you're embarking on? -Certainly not. | 0:29:32 | 0:29:36 | |
It is said that the fair sex responds avidly to Tokay. | 0:29:36 | 0:29:42 | |
Loosens the morals, and with it the corsets. | 0:29:42 | 0:29:46 | |
-How high are you willing to go? -Whatever it costs. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:50 | |
-Within reason. -Ah, yes. You see, there's the rub - within reason. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:54 | |
-'89 Tokay not easy to come by. -So I understand. | 0:29:54 | 0:29:57 | |
-So, what's your line, then? -Oh, this and that. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:04 | |
-A bit of art publishing. -Any money in it? -A modest remuneration. | 0:30:04 | 0:30:08 | |
The real reward is in the art itself. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:10 | |
Though, I must admit, | 0:30:10 | 0:30:12 | |
there must be rather more to be made in conveyancing. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:16 | |
It's not all mine. I'm just a ground-floor tenant. | 0:30:16 | 0:30:20 | |
How on earth did you come by all this stuff? | 0:30:24 | 0:30:27 | |
My Auntie Molly was a hoarder. Caught it from her. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:31 | |
What do you do with it? | 0:30:31 | 0:30:32 | |
You never know when someone wants something you happen to have. | 0:30:32 | 0:30:36 | |
Such as a bottle of Imperial Tokay. | 0:30:37 | 0:30:40 | |
Really? | 0:30:40 | 0:30:42 | |
Good grief. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:46 | |
It's not an '89, I'm afraid. Will, er... | 0:30:46 | 0:30:49 | |
Will a '91 do? | 0:30:49 | 0:30:51 | |
It'll have to. | 0:30:51 | 0:30:53 | |
I suppose I could say I was... | 0:30:53 | 0:30:56 | |
promised an '89 and the man was mistaken. | 0:30:56 | 0:31:00 | |
What do you think? | 0:31:00 | 0:31:02 | |
-How much is this? -Five guineas to you. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:06 | |
Five guineas?! | 0:31:06 | 0:31:08 | |
That's a bit steep! | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
These little things were sent to try us, as the man said of the pygmy judge. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:14 | |
'Thursday?' | 0:31:18 | 0:31:20 | |
Are there not six other perfectly adequate days, | 0:31:20 | 0:31:23 | |
each equipped with portions of time suitable for such activities? | 0:31:23 | 0:31:27 | |
-Thursday is the only day the dean is free. -Poppycock. | 0:31:27 | 0:31:30 | |
-Deans have dinner every evening. -He has prior engagements. | 0:31:30 | 0:31:33 | |
Is my Thursday not a prior engagement, young Fisk? | 0:31:33 | 0:31:37 | |
CLOCK CHIMES | 0:31:39 | 0:31:41 | |
What is going on? | 0:31:41 | 0:31:44 | |
You're not getting married, I hope. | 0:31:45 | 0:31:48 | |
-No. -Good. | 0:31:50 | 0:31:53 | |
If I had it to do over again... | 0:31:56 | 0:31:59 | |
Am I to understand from that remark that you regret marrying Mother? | 0:31:59 | 0:32:04 | |
Fine woman, Alice. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:06 | |
Very good in the garden. | 0:32:08 | 0:32:11 | |
No... | 0:32:12 | 0:32:16 | |
It's the children. | 0:32:16 | 0:32:18 | |
Hostages to fortune is what they are. | 0:32:18 | 0:32:21 | |
But there is no point to regretting things | 0:32:21 | 0:32:24 | |
that have gone to the trouble of happening. | 0:32:24 | 0:32:27 | |
And that is your reason for refusing to mourn Harrington? | 0:32:27 | 0:32:32 | |
I warned your brother that the war would be bad for his health, | 0:32:32 | 0:32:36 | |
but he knew better, the young fool. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:38 | |
Your mother mourned him enough for both of us. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
Perhaps if you'd shared that burden she might not have found her grief so insupportable. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:45 | |
I have nothing more to say on this subject. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:55 | |
Please never mention it to me again. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:57 | |
Close the door on your way out. | 0:32:57 | 0:33:00 | |
Do you...miss your husband, Mrs Brimley? | 0:33:11 | 0:33:15 | |
Miss him? | 0:33:15 | 0:33:16 | |
Oh, well, he weren't hard to miss, were Albert! | 0:33:16 | 0:33:21 | |
Kept himself to himself. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:25 | |
Sat in that chair night after night, never said a word. | 0:33:25 | 0:33:29 | |
Just nodded, sociable-like, | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
and spat in the fire every now and again. | 0:33:31 | 0:33:35 | |
That were Albert's one bad habit. | 0:33:35 | 0:33:38 | |
I talk to the chair sometimes and it's just like old times. | 0:33:40 | 0:33:44 | |
Except the chair don't spit! | 0:33:44 | 0:33:46 | |
Thinking about your brother and your mum, are you? | 0:33:56 | 0:34:00 | |
I just wish Father would... | 0:34:01 | 0:34:04 | |
Well, Mr Fisk was never one for showing much. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:11 | |
I remember that night up at the lake | 0:34:13 | 0:34:15 | |
when you and young Harry went out on that cockleshell of a boat. | 0:34:15 | 0:34:20 | |
Yes... | 0:34:24 | 0:34:26 | |
Wasn't one of his finest moments. | 0:34:26 | 0:34:29 | |
I'll let you get on, Mrs Brimley. | 0:34:32 | 0:34:35 | |
Good night. | 0:34:35 | 0:34:37 | |
Don't you worry about Thursday! | 0:34:37 | 0:34:39 | |
I'll feed him his hotpot and he'll be right as rain. | 0:34:39 | 0:34:43 | |
You just enjoy yourself with your friend. | 0:34:43 | 0:34:46 | |
'But as Thursday evening arrived, | 0:35:15 | 0:35:17 | |
'I found my enthusiasm for the event waning. | 0:35:17 | 0:35:22 | |
'The whim that prompted me to extend the invitation had lost its piquancy, | 0:35:22 | 0:35:27 | |
'and the sobering cost of Wrather's Tokay | 0:35:27 | 0:35:30 | |
'played its part in making the whole venture seem...somewhat dubious.' | 0:35:30 | 0:35:36 | |
I'm afraid I was mistaken about the vintage. | 0:35:38 | 0:35:41 | |
The '89 was unavailable. This is... This is a '91. | 0:35:41 | 0:35:46 | |
I do hope you're not too disappointed. | 0:35:46 | 0:35:49 | |
Not at all. | 0:35:49 | 0:35:52 | |
One would have to have a jaded palate indeed if the prospect | 0:35:52 | 0:35:55 | |
of a '91 Kleverheld-Manschliess... were a disappointment. | 0:35:55 | 0:36:00 | |
Properly decanted. | 0:36:03 | 0:36:05 | |
No sign of sediment. | 0:36:06 | 0:36:09 | |
Well done. | 0:36:10 | 0:36:12 | |
Thank you. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:15 | |
To think that such wine was once only opened by decree of a Hapsburg | 0:36:21 | 0:36:26 | |
and now, through the vicissitudes of history, | 0:36:26 | 0:36:30 | |
we lesser beings can command such an audience. | 0:36:30 | 0:36:35 | |
Your very good health. | 0:36:36 | 0:36:37 | |
INHALES DEEPLY | 0:36:42 | 0:36:44 | |
'I must confess, my first taste of Tokay was not an illuminating moment.' | 0:36:44 | 0:36:49 | |
< Ohhh! | 0:36:49 | 0:36:51 | |
'Rather, my father's dismissal of it as being too syrupy | 0:36:51 | 0:36:54 | |
'seemed remarkably close to the mark.' | 0:36:54 | 0:36:58 | |
'However, in the dean, | 0:36:58 | 0:37:01 | |
'its champion was to hand.' | 0:37:01 | 0:37:03 | |
SIGHS WITH PLEASURE | 0:37:09 | 0:37:12 | |
Ohh! | 0:37:12 | 0:37:13 | |
Ohh... | 0:37:16 | 0:37:18 | |
Tokay, of course, is unique among wines | 0:37:23 | 0:37:26 | |
in that the aroma is of more significance than the flavour. | 0:37:26 | 0:37:31 | |
For us humans, alas, | 0:37:31 | 0:37:32 | |
that is the pursuit of the ineffable by the inadequate. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:37 | |
SNIFFS | 0:37:37 | 0:37:38 | |
At such moments, one could wish to possess | 0:37:38 | 0:37:41 | |
the olfactory powers of the canine. | 0:37:41 | 0:37:45 | |
SNIFFS REPEATEDLY | 0:37:45 | 0:37:48 | |
It's often occurred to me that to pull a dog away from a lamppost | 0:37:50 | 0:37:54 | |
is akin to seizing a scholar in the British Museum | 0:37:54 | 0:37:58 | |
by the scruff of his neck and dragging him from his studies! | 0:37:58 | 0:38:02 | |
Yes... | 0:38:05 | 0:38:07 | |
DOGS BARK OUTSIDE | 0:38:12 | 0:38:15 | |
HORN HONKS | 0:38:15 | 0:38:17 | |
What are you doing? > | 0:38:19 | 0:38:22 | |
One of those damned motor machines! | 0:38:22 | 0:38:26 | |
Dreadful things, don't you think? | 0:38:26 | 0:38:30 | |
It must be clear to anyone of perception that the internal, | 0:38:30 | 0:38:34 | |
one might even say infernal, combustion engine | 0:38:34 | 0:38:37 | |
will prove to be a complete... catastrophe for the species. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:42 | |
Quite so. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:44 | |
And have you noticed that motor cars are exactly the right height | 0:38:44 | 0:38:48 | |
for THEM to take refuge under? | 0:38:48 | 0:38:51 | |
Cats. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:53 | |
The way they get under motor cars and can't be got at. | 0:38:53 | 0:38:58 | |
Unless, of course, you're a very small dog. | 0:38:58 | 0:39:01 | |
I see what you mean. | 0:39:02 | 0:39:04 | |
The trouble with cats is they have no idea of the rules. | 0:39:04 | 0:39:09 | |
One chases them, invariably they hide or run up trees. | 0:39:09 | 0:39:13 | |
Or perform that preposterous inflation they're so fond of, | 0:39:13 | 0:39:17 | |
raising their hair on end! | 0:39:17 | 0:39:19 | |
Well, I was never fooled by that ruse. | 0:39:20 | 0:39:24 | |
-No? -Well, perhaps once or twice when I was very young. | 0:39:24 | 0:39:27 | |
But once I discovered what devious and subversive creatures they are... | 0:39:27 | 0:39:33 | |
So you are inclined to agree with the swami about them. | 0:39:33 | 0:39:36 | |
About cats and how they diminish man's estimation of himself. | 0:39:36 | 0:39:40 | |
Oh, indeed. | 0:39:40 | 0:39:43 | |
They have no awe of the masters. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:46 | |
The masters? | 0:39:46 | 0:39:48 | |
Yes. How one loved to be in their company. | 0:39:48 | 0:39:53 | |
How one wanted to please them, if only by obedience. | 0:39:53 | 0:39:57 | |
Let me give you a piece of advice. | 0:39:58 | 0:40:01 | |
When a door is opened, always take the opportunity to leave the room. | 0:40:01 | 0:40:05 | |
There is nothing more annoying to the master than a dog whining | 0:40:05 | 0:40:09 | |
t-to...to get... | 0:40:09 | 0:40:12 | |
Tokay? | 0:40:20 | 0:40:22 | |
No. No, thank you. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:25 | |
Two glasses are my limit. | 0:40:26 | 0:40:29 | |
One must know one's limit. | 0:40:29 | 0:40:31 | |
Otherwise there's no knowing where things will end up. | 0:40:31 | 0:40:35 | |
SNOOKER BALLS THUD | 0:40:35 | 0:40:37 | |
'I had no idea of the true nature of what had occurred with the dean. | 0:40:38 | 0:40:43 | |
'It may have been madness, but I found it intriguing. | 0:40:43 | 0:40:47 | |
'So intriguing...that I finished the rest of the bottle.' | 0:40:47 | 0:40:51 | |
"..pulling a scholar out of the British Museum | 0:40:51 | 0:40:54 | |
"by the scruff of his neck." | 0:40:54 | 0:40:56 | |
It was as if his mind had slipped a cog. | 0:40:58 | 0:41:01 | |
Went barking mad, you mean? | 0:41:01 | 0:41:03 | |
No, he was completely rational! | 0:41:03 | 0:41:06 | |
If you can call remembering you were a dog... | 0:41:08 | 0:41:12 | |
..rational. | 0:41:12 | 0:41:13 | |
-How much of the Tokay had he had? -Two glasses. Two! | 0:41:13 | 0:41:17 | |
Sure it wasn't you that was snockered? | 0:41:17 | 0:41:20 | |
So what do you think? | 0:41:20 | 0:41:22 | |
That getting deans tiddly so that they pretend to remember being a dog | 0:41:22 | 0:41:27 | |
is as harmless a way of spending an evening as any other. | 0:41:27 | 0:41:32 | |
He was not tiddly, as you put it. He was... | 0:41:32 | 0:41:35 | |
Well, it was more like an altered state of mind. | 0:41:35 | 0:41:38 | |
-Being tiddly isn't an altered state of mind? -No, it was the Tokay! | 0:41:38 | 0:41:43 | |
Even when he inhaled it, | 0:41:43 | 0:41:46 | |
he was...transported | 0:41:46 | 0:41:49 | |
to this... other place! | 0:41:49 | 0:41:52 | |
And you'd like to get him back to this other place? | 0:41:52 | 0:41:56 | |
Can you get me another bottle? | 0:41:56 | 0:42:00 | |
Can you? | 0:42:02 | 0:42:05 | |
I don't doubt that, for a price, one could come to hand. | 0:42:05 | 0:42:09 | |
Can you get one for next Thursday? | 0:42:09 | 0:42:11 | |
Have another shot. | 0:42:11 | 0:42:13 | |
SNIFFS | 0:42:24 | 0:42:26 | |
Your Tokay, Dean. | 0:42:28 | 0:42:30 | |
Ahh. | 0:42:30 | 0:42:32 | |
What lambency of hue, what colour. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:36 | |
It reminds me...of the light when the master came home. | 0:42:36 | 0:42:42 | |
-Hup! Never to the brim. -Of course. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:44 | |
-One must leave room for the aroma. -Yes, yes. The aroma. | 0:42:44 | 0:42:49 | |
SNIFFS | 0:42:49 | 0:42:51 | |
Now, you were saying about the master. | 0:42:51 | 0:42:55 | |
Oh, yes. the master. | 0:42:55 | 0:42:57 | |
He would go away for very long times. | 0:42:57 | 0:42:59 | |
Other people were kind, but it was not the same. | 0:42:59 | 0:43:03 | |
-And what did you do? -I'd wait for him until I knew he was coming home. | 0:43:03 | 0:43:07 | |
-You knew when he was returning? -Oh, yes. | 0:43:07 | 0:43:10 | |
How, might I ask? | 0:43:10 | 0:43:12 | |
Well, before he was not coming back and then he was! | 0:43:12 | 0:43:17 | |
-That was the difference, plain and simple. -I see. | 0:43:17 | 0:43:19 | |
Yes, seeing is part of it, it's true. | 0:43:19 | 0:43:22 | |
The proximity of the master does affect the light. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:24 | |
The light grows brighter? | 0:43:24 | 0:43:26 | |
No, not brighter. Louder. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:28 | |
The light grows louder? | 0:43:28 | 0:43:30 | |
Well, certainly there was more of it. | 0:43:30 | 0:43:33 | |
I remember waiting one day when he was due to come back. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:37 | |
The light that day got brighter and brighter | 0:43:37 | 0:43:40 | |
until one was quite dazzled. | 0:43:40 | 0:43:42 | |
I only know when he did finally come back, I was so excited, | 0:43:42 | 0:43:45 | |
I had several brandies to calm myself. | 0:43:45 | 0:43:48 | |
Dean, dogs... | 0:43:51 | 0:43:54 | |
do not drink brandy. | 0:43:54 | 0:43:56 | |
No more they do. | 0:43:58 | 0:43:59 | |
I would achieve the same effect by running in tight little circles. | 0:43:59 | 0:44:04 | |
Drives the blood to the head in a most exhilarating fashion. | 0:44:04 | 0:44:08 | |
And then I'd sit down, have a good scratch. | 0:44:15 | 0:44:19 | |
Were you much bothered by fleas? | 0:44:21 | 0:44:23 | |
-When I say bothered, I don't mean... -Nothing wrong with a few fleas. | 0:44:23 | 0:44:27 | |
They serve admirably to get one's grooming going. | 0:44:27 | 0:44:29 | |
Ah, yes... | 0:44:31 | 0:44:33 | |
Indeed, I doubt if one can be a dog | 0:44:35 | 0:44:38 | |
and not have fleas. | 0:44:38 | 0:44:41 | |
So, these evenings have become a regular feature, then? | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
Well, yes. The dean has a wealth of knowledge | 0:44:50 | 0:44:53 | |
-which I find quite fascinating. -Oh. | 0:44:53 | 0:44:56 | |
-Lawrence! Come here! -No! -Lawrence Swan, come back here! | 0:44:56 | 0:44:59 | |
-But only on a Thursday. -Come back here at once! | 0:44:59 | 0:45:02 | |
-BOY SCREAMS -Lawrence! | 0:45:02 | 0:45:05 | |
That man tripped me up! | 0:45:05 | 0:45:06 | |
-Don't be ridiculous. He's given to imaginings. -Uh-huh. | 0:45:06 | 0:45:11 | |
-Pick yourself up. I told you before about running away from me. -Oww! | 0:45:11 | 0:45:16 | |
-If I call to you... -What on earth possessed you to do such a thing? | 0:45:16 | 0:45:20 | |
No business running off like that when he was being summoned. | 0:45:20 | 0:45:23 | |
You talk as if you were never yourself a child. | 0:45:23 | 0:45:26 | |
Indeed I was, and damned glad when it was over. | 0:45:26 | 0:45:30 | |
Too much is made of childhood. Golden days of fun and innocence? | 0:45:30 | 0:45:34 | |
Poppycock. The most miserable I've been was as a child. | 0:45:34 | 0:45:38 | |
You tripped him up to teach him that childhood isn't a happy time?! | 0:45:38 | 0:45:42 | |
Do not presume to judge me, young Fisk. | 0:45:46 | 0:45:49 | |
I should first have to understand you! And that, I confess, I do not! | 0:45:49 | 0:45:53 | |
Perhaps you would have to become a father first. | 0:45:53 | 0:45:57 | |
Your example disinclines me to that particular comprehension, I'm afraid. | 0:45:57 | 0:46:02 | |
-Push on! -CHOIR SINGS | 0:46:04 | 0:46:07 | |
Push on! | 0:46:08 | 0:46:10 | |
WHEELS SQUEAK | 0:46:16 | 0:46:18 | |
You don't think the dean is having you on, do you? | 0:46:23 | 0:46:27 | |
-What do you mean, having me on? -He's spotted you for the gullible sort | 0:46:27 | 0:46:30 | |
and a good source for his favourite drink? | 0:46:30 | 0:46:34 | |
Why assume that pretending to have been a dog would not cause disbelief | 0:46:34 | 0:46:38 | |
rather than repeated invitations to dinner? | 0:46:38 | 0:46:41 | |
He saw you listening to the swami about reincarnation and dogs | 0:46:41 | 0:46:44 | |
and all that nonsense, | 0:46:44 | 0:46:46 | |
and he decided that you believed in all that stuff. | 0:46:46 | 0:46:49 | |
I can't accept that. It would be most unlike someone of his gravitas. | 0:46:51 | 0:46:55 | |
Gravitas? Telling you about running round in circles | 0:46:55 | 0:46:58 | |
-to create the effect of whisky? -Brandy, actually. | 0:46:58 | 0:47:02 | |
Fleas are a good source of grooming? You could call that gravitas. | 0:47:02 | 0:47:05 | |
He doesn't know when he's saying these things and when he isn't. | 0:47:05 | 0:47:08 | |
-I'd have to be there to see it for myself. -Your Moroccan is here. > | 0:47:08 | 0:47:13 | |
Excuse me. A delivery. | 0:47:13 | 0:47:15 | |
Go easy on him, my darling. | 0:47:17 | 0:47:19 | |
Be careful, he's a monkey. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:21 | |
-Abdul, how are you? How much do I owe our man? -You owe him nothing. | 0:47:24 | 0:47:27 | |
-You tell him he owes me a gin. -With pleasure, Mr Wrather! -Good day. | 0:47:27 | 0:47:31 | |
DOOR BANGS | 0:47:31 | 0:47:33 | |
Very nice article, this. | 0:47:34 | 0:47:37 | |
Fell off the back of an elephant. Interested? | 0:47:37 | 0:47:40 | |
-Don't have an elephant. -Just say the word and I'll get you one. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:43 | |
-Look, about this Tokay... -Yeah, right. Tokay... | 0:47:46 | 0:47:49 | |
How about if I do round one up, you let me sit in on the next seance? | 0:47:52 | 0:47:57 | |
It's not a seance! | 0:47:57 | 0:47:59 | |
It's more like the parting of the veil between... | 0:47:59 | 0:48:03 | |
-well, between one life and another. -All right. The parting of the veil. | 0:48:03 | 0:48:08 | |
But I wanna be there. | 0:48:08 | 0:48:09 | |
All right. But you must promise - truly and genuinely promise me - | 0:48:10 | 0:48:15 | |
-you will allow ME to do the questioning. -Cross my heart and hope to die. | 0:48:15 | 0:48:19 | |
-Swear on something you hold sacred! -50 guineas. -What do you mean? | 0:48:19 | 0:48:22 | |
I give you 50 guineas to hold | 0:48:22 | 0:48:24 | |
and if I don't meet your standard of decorum, I forfeit it. | 0:48:24 | 0:48:28 | |
Am I to understand that there is nothing you hold sacred? | 0:48:28 | 0:48:31 | |
I feel quite religious about 50 guineas, I assure you. | 0:48:31 | 0:48:34 | |
I can only imagine that I was not in my right mind | 0:48:36 | 0:48:39 | |
to have spoken to you in such a fashion, | 0:48:39 | 0:48:42 | |
and it grieves me to think that I may have... | 0:48:42 | 0:48:44 | |
offended you by my lack of respect. | 0:48:44 | 0:48:46 | |
I am stricken to think I have given you cause to think me ungrateful. | 0:48:46 | 0:48:52 | |
Don't grovel, laddie! You remind me of Wag when he'd been naughty! | 0:48:52 | 0:48:57 | |
What a whining and squirming he went in for! | 0:48:57 | 0:49:02 | |
Yes. Wag, eh? | 0:49:02 | 0:49:04 | |
One of the seven great dogs. | 0:49:04 | 0:49:07 | |
At any one time, you know, there are only seven. | 0:49:07 | 0:49:11 | |
What kind of dog was he? | 0:49:13 | 0:49:14 | |
A Welsh spaniel. | 0:49:14 | 0:49:17 | |
In his prime. | 0:49:17 | 0:49:19 | |
What happened to him? | 0:49:20 | 0:49:22 | |
He went away one day and never came back. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:25 | |
-Had he ever done that before? -Never. | 0:49:29 | 0:49:31 | |
I blame the bad company he fell in with. | 0:49:31 | 0:49:35 | |
This dog that used to come around, ugly brute, a mongrel, big scrawny thing, it was. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:41 | |
Wag chased him off at first, but he came back and Wag took off with him, | 0:49:41 | 0:49:45 | |
just before I had to return to school. | 0:49:45 | 0:49:48 | |
I wanted to stay home till Wag came back, but they wouldn't allow it. | 0:49:48 | 0:49:52 | |
I told them if I wasn't there, | 0:49:52 | 0:49:55 | |
then Wag might not know where to come to. | 0:49:55 | 0:49:59 | |
Must have been very difficult for you. | 0:49:59 | 0:50:02 | |
It wasn't difficult. | 0:50:02 | 0:50:03 | |
It was unbearable. | 0:50:06 | 0:50:08 | |
'I had heard this story before.' | 0:50:09 | 0:50:12 | |
'But now it was as if I was hearing it for the first time.' | 0:50:12 | 0:50:16 | |
'As dubious as any connection might have seemed, | 0:50:16 | 0:50:19 | |
'my father's revelation inspired greater significance | 0:50:19 | 0:50:23 | |
'to my next encounter with the dean.' | 0:50:23 | 0:50:25 | |
Who's this likely-looking lad? | 0:50:32 | 0:50:35 | |
That's my brother Harrington. | 0:50:35 | 0:50:37 | |
He was killed fighting the Boers. | 0:50:37 | 0:50:39 | |
Broke my mother's heart. | 0:50:40 | 0:50:43 | |
And your father, how'd he take it? | 0:50:43 | 0:50:44 | |
"If something goes to the trouble of happening, | 0:50:44 | 0:50:48 | |
"it may be considered inevitable," was his comment, I believe. | 0:50:48 | 0:50:53 | |
That's your stiff upper English for ya. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:56 | |
There's a few shillings left in this. Cobwebs are worth a guinea. | 0:50:56 | 0:51:00 | |
No, please! Not the last inch. | 0:51:00 | 0:51:02 | |
The dean is most particular. KNOCK AT DOOR | 0:51:02 | 0:51:06 | |
-Fussy old hound. What kind of dog did he say he was? -He didn't. | 0:51:06 | 0:51:09 | |
I must insist you don't ask him such a question. | 0:51:09 | 0:51:11 | |
I'd have thought that'd be the first question. | 0:51:11 | 0:51:14 | |
-Please just give me your word. -As you like. | 0:51:14 | 0:51:17 | |
But there's no doubt I'll know as soon as he gets started. | 0:51:17 | 0:51:20 | |
-Henslowe. -Good evening, Dean. How are you? -Very well. | 0:51:23 | 0:51:26 | |
I fancy I would have been a pointer, an Afghan... | 0:51:26 | 0:51:30 | |
This is my friend, Mr Wrather. | 0:51:30 | 0:51:32 | |
Oh. | 0:51:32 | 0:51:34 | |
Mr Wrather is the agent by which we manage to procure the Tokay. | 0:51:35 | 0:51:39 | |
Mm. | 0:51:39 | 0:51:40 | |
Good evening... | 0:51:40 | 0:51:42 | |
Dean. | 0:51:42 | 0:51:44 | |
Yes. | 0:51:44 | 0:51:46 | |
SNIFFS | 0:51:46 | 0:51:49 | |
Tonight's vintage is... a special one. | 0:51:51 | 0:51:54 | |
Kleinfeld-Hasslerbeck '82. | 0:51:54 | 0:51:59 | |
One of the great years. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:01 | |
I've not had the good fortune to taste that particular vintage. | 0:52:01 | 0:52:06 | |
Well, every dog has his day, as they say. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:09 | |
Well, what a privilege. | 0:52:14 | 0:52:16 | |
Dean. | 0:52:16 | 0:52:18 | |
Of course, the Empire must be maintained, | 0:52:18 | 0:52:20 | |
but history shows us only too clearly the dangers of overreach. | 0:52:20 | 0:52:26 | |
I myself considered the Indian Mutiny, so-called, | 0:52:26 | 0:52:31 | |
a warning that perhaps our presence on the subcontinent | 0:52:31 | 0:52:35 | |
was not the universal benevolence that we believed. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
A glass of Tokay, Dean? | 0:52:45 | 0:52:47 | |
That would be most agreeable. | 0:52:47 | 0:52:49 | |
So, Dean, | 0:52:52 | 0:52:53 | |
do you think it's true that you can't teach an old dog new tricks? | 0:52:53 | 0:52:57 | |
-What Mr Wrather means is... -Will we ever give India back to the Indians? | 0:52:57 | 0:53:00 | |
Not in my lifetime, I would venture. We've become too dependent on it. | 0:53:00 | 0:53:04 | |
Not just economically, although we derive inordinate treasure | 0:53:04 | 0:53:08 | |
from, erm, its exploitation. | 0:53:08 | 0:53:11 | |
We have become habituated... | 0:53:11 | 0:53:13 | |
-SNIFFS -..to the role of master... | 0:53:13 | 0:53:16 | |
..and dog... Servant! | 0:53:17 | 0:53:20 | |
-Ohh... -SNIFFS DEEPLY | 0:53:23 | 0:53:25 | |
How elegant. | 0:53:25 | 0:53:29 | |
-My, my, my, my, my, my. -Is it all you'd hoped for, Dean? | 0:53:29 | 0:53:32 | |
HE WHIMPERS | 0:53:36 | 0:53:38 | |
Oh. | 0:53:40 | 0:53:43 | |
Beyond hope, beyond imagining. | 0:53:43 | 0:53:46 | |
The actuality exceeds anticipation. | 0:53:46 | 0:53:50 | |
I am in your debt, sir! | 0:53:50 | 0:53:53 | |
And yours, Mr Wrather. | 0:53:55 | 0:53:57 | |
You were saying about... our relationship with the Indians, | 0:54:00 | 0:54:03 | |
between the master and the servant? | 0:54:03 | 0:54:07 | |
Not just servant, but loving servant. | 0:54:07 | 0:54:11 | |
It's most important to the English that we are loved by those we rule. | 0:54:11 | 0:54:15 | |
With a dog-like devotion, would you say? | 0:54:15 | 0:54:18 | |
What is it, er, that's... | 0:54:18 | 0:54:22 | |
so important about the master? | 0:54:22 | 0:54:24 | |
Yes, the master. | 0:54:27 | 0:54:29 | |
The thing is, whenever he returned from wherever he'd been, | 0:54:30 | 0:54:35 | |
no matter how long I'd been waiting, | 0:54:35 | 0:54:37 | |
the actuality always exceeded the anticipation. | 0:54:37 | 0:54:41 | |
Causing you to run about in circles. | 0:54:41 | 0:54:44 | |
But, you know, for all his great wisdom, | 0:54:46 | 0:54:49 | |
there were certain things the master never understood. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:52 | |
-Such as? -The moon. | 0:54:52 | 0:54:55 | |
And ticks. The master always wanted to remove mine, | 0:54:55 | 0:55:00 | |
but my own motto was "live and let live". | 0:55:00 | 0:55:03 | |
I hate ticks. | 0:55:03 | 0:55:06 | |
And the moon? | 0:55:08 | 0:55:09 | |
Yes, the moon... | 0:55:11 | 0:55:13 | |
The master wasn't nearly suspicious enough of the moon. | 0:55:13 | 0:55:17 | |
I never trusted it. Never the same two nights in a row. | 0:55:20 | 0:55:24 | |
BARKING | 0:55:24 | 0:55:25 | |
Couldn't hear it. Couldn't smell it. | 0:55:25 | 0:55:28 | |
Well, you can take your own line on that, and others do. | 0:55:28 | 0:55:32 | |
I had a friend who never worried about the moon, but then... | 0:55:34 | 0:55:37 | |
he didn't have a house to guard. | 0:55:37 | 0:55:40 | |
The moon had a way of looking at a house, implying it wasn't guarded. | 0:55:40 | 0:55:44 | |
Well, my house was guarded properly, thank you very much, | 0:55:44 | 0:55:47 | |
and I told it so every time it came around in no uncertain terms! | 0:55:47 | 0:55:51 | |
BARKING | 0:55:51 | 0:55:53 | |
Were you very big? | 0:56:00 | 0:56:02 | |
Oh, yes. | 0:56:02 | 0:56:05 | |
How big? | 0:56:05 | 0:56:07 | |
When I barked, | 0:56:07 | 0:56:09 | |
I was enormous. | 0:56:09 | 0:56:11 | |
So... | 0:56:13 | 0:56:14 | |
why do you think it wasn't frightened? | 0:56:14 | 0:56:18 | |
Well, frightened things smell frightened. | 0:56:18 | 0:56:22 | |
I've smelled many frightened things. | 0:56:22 | 0:56:25 | |
Cats, elderly ladies, children, rabbits. | 0:56:25 | 0:56:27 | |
They all smell of being frightened. It's a wonderful smell. | 0:56:27 | 0:56:33 | |
You mean... | 0:56:33 | 0:56:35 | |
old ladies smell the same as rabbits when they're frightened? | 0:56:35 | 0:56:39 | |
No, their fear smells the same. Otherwise there's no confusing them. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:44 | |
Yes, this, erm, this business of smell is very interesting, isn't it? | 0:56:45 | 0:56:50 | |
Interesting. | 0:56:50 | 0:56:53 | |
If there's one thing I could find fault with the master, | 0:56:53 | 0:56:56 | |
it would be on that issue. | 0:56:56 | 0:56:58 | |
I've known occasions when I was studying a message left by a friend | 0:56:58 | 0:57:03 | |
and he'd drag me away by the collar | 0:57:03 | 0:57:05 | |
in the middle of a fascinating passage. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:07 | |
Rather like dragging a scholar away from a text at the British Museum. | 0:57:07 | 0:57:12 | |
That is a rather untoward analogy. | 0:57:12 | 0:57:14 | |
No, most apposite. | 0:57:14 | 0:57:18 | |
I believe I have thought exactly the same thing. | 0:57:18 | 0:57:21 | |
What sort of a dog were you, anyway? | 0:57:24 | 0:57:26 | |
I beg your pardon? | 0:57:28 | 0:57:30 | |
I mean in your day. You know, before you took... | 0:57:30 | 0:57:33 | |
holy orders. | 0:57:33 | 0:57:36 | |
I recall no such activity, sir! | 0:57:37 | 0:57:41 | |
Quite a session. Damn good value! | 0:57:59 | 0:58:01 | |
Listen, I've been thinking. This is getting out of hand. | 0:58:01 | 0:58:05 | |
The man is clearly suffering from delusions. | 0:58:05 | 0:58:08 | |
And as for the Tokay... Huh! | 0:58:08 | 0:58:10 | |
I sincerely hope I never develop a taste for it. | 0:58:10 | 0:58:13 | |
It's hard to find and devilishly expensive. | 0:58:13 | 0:58:16 | |
Ten guineas to hear a dean say he believed he was once a dog! | 0:58:16 | 0:58:20 | |
-I must be mad. -Good as gold. | 0:58:20 | 0:58:23 | |
-< Shh! -I don't want your money. | 0:58:23 | 0:58:26 | |
This has gone too far. | 0:58:26 | 0:58:28 | |
-But you can't stop now, young Fisk. -Well, I see no point in continuing. | 0:58:28 | 0:58:33 | |
The man believes what he believes. That's that. | 0:58:33 | 0:58:36 | |
You're not one of these blokes who gives up before he can lose, are ya? | 0:58:44 | 0:58:48 | |
Are ya? | 0:58:48 | 0:58:49 | |
What if I was to procure a bottle of the elixir for free? | 0:58:54 | 0:58:58 | |
For free? | 0:58:58 | 0:59:01 | |
This bloke owes me. More than one favour, too, I'll tell you that! | 0:59:08 | 0:59:13 | |
And if anyone's got a bottle or two, His Nawabship will. | 0:59:13 | 0:59:19 | |
Tokay, you say? An Imperial? | 0:59:22 | 0:59:24 | |
-We're finding it hard to come by. -I should jolly well think so! | 0:59:24 | 0:59:28 | |
Rather extravagant being so keen on it, I'd say. | 0:59:28 | 0:59:31 | |
-You must be a connoisseur. -It's not for him. It's for Dean Spanley. | 0:59:31 | 0:59:35 | |
For Spanley? Old Wag Spanley likes Tokay? | 0:59:35 | 0:59:39 | |
Very partial to a drop, the dean. | 0:59:39 | 0:59:43 | |
Excuse me. Did you just call Dean Spanley "Wag"? | 0:59:43 | 0:59:48 | |
Walter Arthur Graham. Wag Spanley. | 0:59:48 | 0:59:51 | |
Before my time, but my father knew him at Oxford. | 0:59:51 | 0:59:53 | |
But tell me, why are you so intent on plying him with Tokay? | 0:59:53 | 0:59:58 | |
Well, it has to do with, er... | 0:59:58 | 1:00:01 | |
one of the major tenets of your religion. | 1:00:01 | 1:00:04 | |
Bat and pad together when playing forward? | 1:00:04 | 1:00:07 | |
Reincarnation, actually. | 1:00:07 | 1:00:09 | |
Don't go in for it myself. | 1:00:09 | 1:00:11 | |
I mean, er, I'm not gonna do much better next time round, am I? | 1:00:11 | 1:00:15 | |
This innings will do me nicely. | 1:00:15 | 1:00:17 | |
Reincarnation is for the masses - something to look forward to. | 1:00:17 | 1:00:21 | |
About the Tokay, look in the cellar. Galsworthy will show you. | 1:00:21 | 1:00:25 | |
Wouldn't be surprised if you found the odd case of Tokay. | 1:00:25 | 1:00:29 | |
Don't like it myself. | 1:00:29 | 1:00:31 | |
Last time I drank it... I dreamt I was a monkey. | 1:00:31 | 1:00:35 | |
ENGINE CHUGS | 1:00:35 | 1:00:37 | |
Thought the bugger might have a dozen or two hanging around! | 1:00:37 | 1:00:40 | |
More than enough there to get the old boy back to when he was a pup. | 1:00:40 | 1:00:44 | |
My father used to have a dog when he was a child. Name of Wag! | 1:00:44 | 1:00:48 | |
You know, I've been thinking. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:50 | |
Lady I know, in the thespian way, | 1:00:50 | 1:00:53 | |
thought we might give her a bottle of the Imperial. | 1:00:53 | 1:00:55 | |
Lovely girl. Lot of fun when she's tight. | 1:00:55 | 1:00:59 | |
BOTTLES RATTLE | 1:00:59 | 1:01:01 | |
For that to be significant, you'd have to suppose two things, | 1:01:01 | 1:01:05 | |
neither of which are improbable. | 1:01:05 | 1:01:07 | |
One, that the dean's mum and dad | 1:01:07 | 1:01:10 | |
knew that he'd previously been your father's pooch, | 1:01:10 | 1:01:13 | |
and two, to commemorate the event, | 1:01:13 | 1:01:15 | |
decided to incorporate his doggy name into his Christian name. | 1:01:15 | 1:01:19 | |
It looks like a boat but it doesn't float, as my Aunt Molly used to say. | 1:01:19 | 1:01:23 | |
And why would I want to have dinner with a dean, | 1:01:23 | 1:01:26 | |
let alone one who believes in reincarnation? | 1:01:26 | 1:01:30 | |
You always complain that I neglect you on my evenings with Spanley. | 1:01:30 | 1:01:34 | |
I thought you'd like to come with us. | 1:01:34 | 1:01:37 | |
Wrather will be there. You remember him. | 1:01:37 | 1:01:40 | |
The conveyancer. | 1:01:40 | 1:01:42 | |
From the lecture. | 1:01:42 | 1:01:45 | |
Can't say as I do. | 1:01:46 | 1:01:47 | |
It must be here, this gathering. | 1:01:47 | 1:01:50 | |
Certainly not at that rickety place of yours. | 1:01:50 | 1:01:54 | |
-Can Mrs Brimley cook for four? -She can make more of her hotpot. | 1:01:54 | 1:01:57 | |
Father, we are having a Shevenitz-Donetschau '79! | 1:01:57 | 1:02:01 | |
And I do not think the hotpot, | 1:02:01 | 1:02:04 | |
sustaining though it may be, is quite the precursor for a '79 Tokay! | 1:02:04 | 1:02:07 | |
Damn fuss over fermented grapes! | 1:02:07 | 1:02:10 | |
What is this all to do with? | 1:02:10 | 1:02:13 | |
The dean, the Tokay, this dinner? | 1:02:13 | 1:02:16 | |
If I were to tell you, Father, you would not believe me. | 1:02:16 | 1:02:19 | |
In that case, don't tell me. I don't believe in enough things already. | 1:02:19 | 1:02:25 | |
Well, it won't be the hotpot, that's all I can say. Ha! | 1:02:25 | 1:02:29 | |
I'm not serving hotpot to a dean. | 1:02:29 | 1:02:31 | |
I could do the navarin. | 1:02:31 | 1:02:34 | |
With the sorrel and cucumber soup to start. | 1:02:34 | 1:02:36 | |
Or maybe leek and potato... | 1:02:36 | 1:02:39 | |
What your father calls the Vicious Swiss soup. | 1:02:39 | 1:02:41 | |
Either would be most welcome. | 1:02:41 | 1:02:45 | |
Mrs Brimley, do you remember my father's dog, Wag? | 1:02:47 | 1:02:51 | |
And for dessert...profiteroles. | 1:02:51 | 1:02:54 | |
I think it was a spaniel. | 1:02:54 | 1:02:56 | |
My choux pastry is too good to be eaten, if I say so myself! | 1:02:56 | 1:03:00 | |
Wag? | 1:03:02 | 1:03:04 | |
No, not really. | 1:03:04 | 1:03:06 | |
I remember it run off, though. What a to-do that was. | 1:03:06 | 1:03:09 | |
Like a death in the family. Upset him ever so. | 1:03:09 | 1:03:13 | |
"Why didn't he get another?" I asked him once. Know what he said? | 1:03:13 | 1:03:16 | |
That Wag was one of the seven great dogs? | 1:03:17 | 1:03:20 | |
Oh. I see he talked to you about it. | 1:03:20 | 1:03:22 | |
Mm-hm! | 1:03:22 | 1:03:25 | |
Maybe profiteroles would be too heavy | 1:03:25 | 1:03:29 | |
after the lamb. | 1:03:29 | 1:03:31 | |
Raspberry and gooseberry fool! | 1:03:33 | 1:03:35 | |
Whatever you decide, Mrs Brimley, I'm sure will be splendid. | 1:03:38 | 1:03:42 | |
CHORAL MUSIC | 1:03:42 | 1:03:44 | |
-A '79? -Yes, indeed. | 1:03:45 | 1:03:48 | |
Really, my dear Henslowe, you are a man of remarkable resource! | 1:03:48 | 1:03:52 | |
Oh, it's not I who provided this trove, sir. | 1:03:52 | 1:03:55 | |
My father, | 1:03:55 | 1:03:56 | |
-whom I believe you have met before. -Yes, I believe I do recall. | 1:03:56 | 1:03:59 | |
I was hoping that he might join us for our next evening together. | 1:03:59 | 1:04:05 | |
I see. | 1:04:05 | 1:04:08 | |
-And your friend. -Wrather. Mr Wrather. -Wrather, yes. | 1:04:08 | 1:04:12 | |
I have the strangest feeling, you know, after our last encounter, | 1:04:12 | 1:04:17 | |
that I know Mr Wrather. | 1:04:17 | 1:04:19 | |
Perhaps from a previous life. | 1:04:19 | 1:04:21 | |
-I was not always a dean, you know. -No? -No. | 1:04:23 | 1:04:27 | |
I was in accountancy at one time. | 1:04:27 | 1:04:30 | |
A dismal business. | 1:04:30 | 1:04:32 | |
At least in the regions where I toiled. | 1:04:32 | 1:04:35 | |
And you feel like you met Mr Wrather then? | 1:04:35 | 1:04:37 | |
Yes, it's possible. Or perhaps it's his being a colonial. | 1:04:37 | 1:04:41 | |
One often feels one has met them before. | 1:04:43 | 1:04:46 | |
So, can I hope for your company this Thursday? | 1:04:49 | 1:04:54 | |
I do feel only your palate can fully appreciate a '79. | 1:04:55 | 1:05:01 | |
A '79... | 1:05:01 | 1:05:03 | |
What splendours. A bottle of the '79. | 1:05:03 | 1:05:06 | |
Three bottles. | 1:05:06 | 1:05:08 | |
RAGTIME MUSIC | 1:05:09 | 1:05:13 | |
Might be best to let sleeping dogs lie, know what I mean? | 1:05:13 | 1:05:15 | |
Yes, I know what you mean. | 1:05:15 | 1:05:18 | |
What if he recognises your father, starts licking his hands? | 1:05:18 | 1:05:21 | |
That could be damned embarrassing. | 1:05:21 | 1:05:23 | |
Pygmy judge, old man... | 1:05:25 | 1:05:27 | |
Pygmy judge. | 1:05:27 | 1:05:30 | |
So there we were, on our holidays | 1:05:31 | 1:05:34 | |
in this cottage on the shore of Windermere. | 1:05:34 | 1:05:38 | |
Wonderful spot to get some reading done, | 1:05:38 | 1:05:40 | |
and I was availing myself of the tranquillity to do just that. | 1:05:40 | 1:05:44 | |
This fellow here, young Fisk, and his brother, | 1:05:44 | 1:05:47 | |
were out on the lake in a rowboat. | 1:05:47 | 1:05:50 | |
Storm came up. One minute it's all, "I wandered lonely as a cloud," | 1:05:50 | 1:05:55 | |
the next it's blowing hell's bells and howling like a banshee. | 1:05:55 | 1:06:00 | |
Mrs Fisk, she comes in, wringing her hands. | 1:06:00 | 1:06:05 | |
"Our boys," she cries at me. "They're out on the lake." | 1:06:05 | 1:06:10 | |
You have no idea how taxing it is | 1:06:11 | 1:06:15 | |
to be dragged out of a book in which you are thoroughly engaged. | 1:06:15 | 1:06:19 | |
"You must do something, Horatio!" she said to me. | 1:06:19 | 1:06:23 | |
"Our boys are in great danger." | 1:06:23 | 1:06:27 | |
"Do something!" she implored me. | 1:06:27 | 1:06:30 | |
So I got up, | 1:06:30 | 1:06:33 | |
laying aside Balzac with the greatest reluctance, | 1:06:33 | 1:06:37 | |
and went to the window, opened the shutters. | 1:06:37 | 1:06:41 | |
Whitecaps as far as the eye could see. | 1:06:41 | 1:06:44 | |
I stared out into the maelstrom | 1:06:44 | 1:06:47 | |
and I raised my hands and called out in my most stentorian tone... | 1:06:47 | 1:06:52 | |
.."Give up your dead!" | 1:06:55 | 1:06:58 | |
Which was a great comfort, as you can imagine, to my mother. | 1:06:58 | 1:07:01 | |
When one is helpless, I see no point in pretending otherwise! | 1:07:01 | 1:07:05 | |
How terrible that must have been for your mother. | 1:07:05 | 1:07:09 | |
And you too, sir. | 1:07:09 | 1:07:11 | |
When something has gone to the trouble of happening, | 1:07:11 | 1:07:14 | |
it is best to consider it inevitable, in my opinion. | 1:07:14 | 1:07:17 | |
Learned that lesson the hard way, I did. | 1:07:17 | 1:07:20 | |
Well, let us, erm... | 1:07:20 | 1:07:22 | |
Let us drink to the inevitable... | 1:07:24 | 1:07:26 | |
before it happens. | 1:07:26 | 1:07:28 | |
SNIFFS | 1:07:31 | 1:07:32 | |
Not a bad drop. I'm beginning to get a hang of this stuff. | 1:07:34 | 1:07:37 | |
RINGS BELL INSISTENTLY | 1:07:37 | 1:07:39 | |
Too much like toilet water for my taste. | 1:07:39 | 1:07:42 | |
Clear away the rest, Mrs Brimley! | 1:07:42 | 1:07:45 | |
She makes a very good hotpot, I should tell you. | 1:07:45 | 1:07:48 | |
Well, let's take this in the drawing room. | 1:07:49 | 1:07:52 | |
If you wouldn't mind, sir, | 1:07:52 | 1:07:54 | |
I should prefer to remain here to enjoy my Tokay. | 1:07:54 | 1:07:58 | |
Oh? And why is that? | 1:07:58 | 1:08:00 | |
I cannot really say. I... | 1:08:02 | 1:08:03 | |
Sometimes you get comfortable where you are. | 1:08:03 | 1:08:07 | |
You don't want to disturb yourself. | 1:08:07 | 1:08:09 | |
Poppycock! Port should be taken in the drawing room. | 1:08:09 | 1:08:12 | |
Let the ladies get on with whatever it is they get on with. | 1:08:12 | 1:08:16 | |
MRS BRIMLEY: I'm no lady! | 1:08:16 | 1:08:17 | |
It's rather like being bathed when one has just... | 1:08:17 | 1:08:20 | |
gotten comfortable in one's smell. | 1:08:20 | 1:08:22 | |
-What is the fellow on about? -Shh! | 1:08:22 | 1:08:25 | |
There was a patch of ground behind the shed where the earth was moist | 1:08:25 | 1:08:29 | |
and I loved to roll there to get... | 1:08:29 | 1:08:32 | |
that particular aura around me. | 1:08:32 | 1:08:35 | |
It brought out the natural secretions, | 1:08:36 | 1:08:39 | |
so one could feel there was a glow around oneself, like a halo. | 1:08:39 | 1:08:44 | |
And it was then, when one felt so complete, | 1:08:46 | 1:08:50 | |
that the master would call me. | 1:08:50 | 1:08:51 | |
Who, in God's name, called you what? | 1:08:55 | 1:08:59 | |
The master. | 1:08:59 | 1:09:02 | |
He called me Wag. | 1:09:02 | 1:09:05 | |
For reasons I never understood. Wag... | 1:09:05 | 1:09:08 | |
But that was the greatness of the master, | 1:09:08 | 1:09:12 | |
he could make that one sound convey so many meanings. | 1:09:12 | 1:09:16 | |
There was a "Wag" which meant "a walk". | 1:09:16 | 1:09:19 | |
There was a "Wag" which meant "Go away from the table". | 1:09:19 | 1:09:23 | |
And there was a "Waaag" which meant, "You are to be bathed". | 1:09:23 | 1:09:28 | |
And of all the "Wags", | 1:09:28 | 1:09:30 | |
-that "Wag" was the most terrible. -Why was that? | 1:09:30 | 1:09:33 | |
Because, for all his great wisdom, he never understood | 1:09:33 | 1:09:36 | |
how embarrassing it is to meet another dog | 1:09:36 | 1:09:39 | |
when one isn't wearing one's own smell. | 1:09:39 | 1:09:42 | |
They did not know who you were, | 1:09:42 | 1:09:44 | |
so you had to go through all that business of circling and sniffing | 1:09:44 | 1:09:47 | |
and growling and... | 1:09:47 | 1:09:49 | |
I was always being embarrassed with a particular friend of mine. | 1:09:51 | 1:09:55 | |
So, what did you do? Did you have to fight him? | 1:09:55 | 1:09:58 | |
Oh, we fought a few times, just to get acquainted. That I enjoyed. | 1:09:58 | 1:10:02 | |
My favourite grip was the ear. | 1:10:02 | 1:10:05 | |
You always hear how going for the throat is the best approach, | 1:10:05 | 1:10:09 | |
but in my experience it's almost impossible to get a throat grip, | 1:10:09 | 1:10:13 | |
so I would always go for the ear. | 1:10:13 | 1:10:16 | |
But it does give the opportunity for excellent complaint. | 1:10:16 | 1:10:21 | |
My friend had a very good complaint, which I memorised | 1:10:21 | 1:10:24 | |
-and used if I had to take a beating from the master. -He beat you? | 1:10:24 | 1:10:29 | |
-Only... -On certain occasions, it was called for. | 1:10:29 | 1:10:33 | |
Then I would use this splendid complaint, learned from my friend. | 1:10:33 | 1:10:37 | |
So what was his name, this friend of yours? | 1:10:37 | 1:10:40 | |
His name? I don't think I knew the name his master called him. | 1:10:40 | 1:10:45 | |
Indeed, I'm not entirely sure he had a master. | 1:10:45 | 1:10:49 | |
But his complaint was most satisfying. | 1:10:49 | 1:10:52 | |
"Oh, rescue me. I'm a poor, unfortunate creature, | 1:10:54 | 1:10:58 | |
"far from home and without a friend. Help me, help me. | 1:10:58 | 1:11:02 | |
"I have fallen into terrible straits and am about to be murdered." | 1:11:02 | 1:11:07 | |
Which, of course, was not the case. | 1:11:07 | 1:11:09 | |
This dog, the one without a master, w-what sort of dog was he? | 1:11:09 | 1:11:14 | |
Oh, the best of fellows. | 1:11:14 | 1:11:16 | |
Adventurous and carefree, fearless and bold. | 1:11:16 | 1:11:21 | |
But you said he was whining and snivelling about being murdered. | 1:11:21 | 1:11:25 | |
Oh, that was just his complaint. | 1:11:25 | 1:11:28 | |
How'd you meet him, this friend? | 1:11:28 | 1:11:31 | |
He would leave messages... on the cart that brought the milk. | 1:11:31 | 1:11:36 | |
BIRDS TWEET | 1:11:36 | 1:11:38 | |
HORSE NEIGHS | 1:11:38 | 1:11:42 | |
'And I would reply.' | 1:12:00 | 1:12:02 | |
'And then one day, he came to our door. Well...' | 1:12:02 | 1:12:06 | |
I told him to go away or I would chase him, | 1:12:06 | 1:12:09 | |
and I barked my most enormous bark and made myself very huge! | 1:12:09 | 1:12:13 | |
But he wasn't afraid and said so. | 1:12:13 | 1:12:16 | |
You weren't, erm, how will I put it, a female by any chance, were you? | 1:12:17 | 1:12:22 | |
-Of course he wasn't. -Not at all. | 1:12:22 | 1:12:24 | |
We were just good friends. | 1:12:24 | 1:12:27 | |
He'd led a very interesting life | 1:12:29 | 1:12:32 | |
and knew many things, which he told me about in considerable detail. | 1:12:32 | 1:12:36 | |
-How did he tell you? -In the messages that he left me. | 1:12:36 | 1:12:41 | |
I would leave word of my doings, which were not comparable to his, | 1:12:41 | 1:12:45 | |
because all I'd ever done was go for evening walks with the master. | 1:12:45 | 1:12:49 | |
And while they were enjoyable outings, | 1:12:49 | 1:12:53 | |
they were but moon-cast shadows compared to his adventures. | 1:12:53 | 1:12:57 | |
-Did you ever go on an adventure with him? -Indeed. | 1:12:57 | 1:13:01 | |
The greatest of my life. | 1:13:01 | 1:13:04 | |
'I remember the master had to go away and I couldn't go with him. | 1:13:04 | 1:13:08 | |
'And I was going to follow him, but then my friend came | 1:13:08 | 1:13:11 | |
'and he proposed we have an adventure.' | 1:13:11 | 1:13:14 | |
BARKS | 1:13:14 | 1:13:17 | |
'Since the master was leaving, | 1:13:20 | 1:13:23 | |
'I said yes, and off we went.' | 1:13:23 | 1:13:27 | |
DOGS BARK | 1:13:30 | 1:13:33 | |
'What a day that was to be a dog, | 1:13:36 | 1:13:37 | |
'and to be with one who knew how to be a dog.' | 1:13:37 | 1:13:42 | |
For I confess, happy though I was to belong to the master, | 1:13:42 | 1:13:45 | |
until that day, I had barely glimpsed | 1:13:45 | 1:13:49 | |
the glories of dogdom! | 1:13:49 | 1:13:51 | |
He introduced me to the joys of chasing animals, | 1:13:54 | 1:13:58 | |
a matter in which I was largely unversed, | 1:13:58 | 1:14:02 | |
having only had the opportunity to chase a couple of cats. | 1:14:02 | 1:14:06 | |
Cats are no use for chasing for, not knowing the rules, | 1:14:06 | 1:14:09 | |
they invariably climb up trees, a habit I find contemptible. | 1:14:09 | 1:14:13 | |
Horses, on the other hand, understand the rules perfectly | 1:14:13 | 1:14:17 | |
and enter the business in good spirit. | 1:14:17 | 1:14:20 | |
HORSE NEIGHS, DOGS BARK | 1:14:20 | 1:14:22 | |
But of all the creatures that a dog can chase, | 1:14:37 | 1:14:41 | |
none exceed sheep for sheer pleasure. | 1:14:41 | 1:14:45 | |
SHEEP BAA | 1:14:45 | 1:14:49 | |
'Their fear drifts in clouds behind them | 1:14:49 | 1:14:53 | |
'and you breathe it in as you run along, | 1:14:53 | 1:14:55 | |
'so you become quite intoxicated by it.' | 1:14:55 | 1:14:58 | |
'It's as if one is not so much running but...flying on it.' | 1:15:00 | 1:15:05 | |
Or perhaps swimming might be more a exact description. | 1:15:05 | 1:15:09 | |
'Were it not for their master appearing, | 1:15:10 | 1:15:13 | |
'we might have chased them all day.' | 1:15:13 | 1:15:15 | |
Be gone! | 1:15:17 | 1:15:19 | |
My friend didn't care, but... | 1:15:19 | 1:15:21 | |
I thought we might be seized and prevented from further adventures, | 1:15:21 | 1:15:25 | |
so I persuaded him to leave. | 1:15:25 | 1:15:28 | |
So we went into the woods. | 1:15:28 | 1:15:30 | |
And there we had the good fortune to come across...a rabbit. | 1:15:30 | 1:15:36 | |
'It's not commonly known that, er, rabbit scent, | 1:15:40 | 1:15:42 | |
'particularly when it's frightened, | 1:15:42 | 1:15:45 | |
'and this rabbit was very frightened,' | 1:15:45 | 1:15:47 | |
does not lie along the ground, | 1:15:47 | 1:15:49 | |
but rises in heaps, so you have to...jump to inhale it. | 1:15:49 | 1:15:55 | |
'When we'd had our fill of its fear, | 1:15:56 | 1:15:59 | |
'we turned to catching it, and in this endeavour,' | 1:15:59 | 1:16:02 | |
my friend showed what a splendid fellow he was, | 1:16:02 | 1:16:05 | |
for he drove straight through the thicket, | 1:16:05 | 1:16:08 | |
paying no heed to its many inconveniences, | 1:16:08 | 1:16:11 | |
and sent the rabbit scuttling to where I was stationed. | 1:16:11 | 1:16:16 | |
How much more satisfying a recently alive rabbit tastes. | 1:16:40 | 1:16:45 | |
I'm afraid the masters fail to appreciate fur, guts and bones | 1:16:45 | 1:16:51 | |
for the delicacies that they are. | 1:16:51 | 1:16:54 | |
Then it was time to quench our thirst. | 1:16:58 | 1:17:00 | |
And then, as in all things that befell us on that glorious day, | 1:17:05 | 1:17:10 | |
we came across some water that had gathered in a hollow. | 1:17:10 | 1:17:14 | |
Then after we drank our fill, | 1:17:17 | 1:17:20 | |
we rolled in it to give ourselves a good glow, | 1:17:20 | 1:17:24 | |
and then we went into the woods to rest in the shade. | 1:17:24 | 1:17:28 | |
-Perhaps we should take our... -Father. | 1:17:31 | 1:17:33 | |
Be quiet and sit down, please. | 1:17:33 | 1:17:35 | |
You went into the woods. | 1:17:42 | 1:17:45 | |
And...? | 1:17:45 | 1:17:47 | |
And we slept. | 1:17:47 | 1:17:49 | |
That most sublime of states, | 1:17:51 | 1:17:53 | |
when the dream dreams you rather than the other way round. | 1:17:53 | 1:17:57 | |
STREAM FLOWS, BIRDS TWEET | 1:17:57 | 1:18:01 | |
'And when we awoke, the moon was rising.' | 1:18:17 | 1:18:21 | |
'It was just on the other side of the woods, | 1:18:21 | 1:18:24 | |
'so we set about surprising it.' | 1:18:24 | 1:18:26 | |
And we came very close to catching it, for it was slow to get up. | 1:18:37 | 1:18:41 | |
But just when we were almost on it, | 1:18:41 | 1:18:44 | |
my friend couldn't control himself any longer and let out a cry! | 1:18:44 | 1:18:48 | |
BOTH BARK | 1:18:48 | 1:18:50 | |
And had we been there but a moment sooner, | 1:18:54 | 1:18:57 | |
we surely would have seized it and torn it apart like the rabbit! | 1:18:57 | 1:19:00 | |
How it would've tasted, I cannot tell. | 1:19:02 | 1:19:04 | |
So we told it what a great cowardly, unsmelling thing it was, | 1:19:04 | 1:19:10 | |
and if we ever caught up with it, it would surely regret it. | 1:19:10 | 1:19:15 | |
BOTH BARK | 1:19:15 | 1:19:17 | |
Then we turned around and went home. | 1:19:19 | 1:19:23 | |
So, you knew the way home? | 1:19:24 | 1:19:27 | |
Oh, yes. | 1:19:27 | 1:19:28 | |
Turn towards home and go there. | 1:19:28 | 1:19:31 | |
But you had been out all day, running free. | 1:19:33 | 1:19:35 | |
How far from home were you? | 1:19:35 | 1:19:37 | |
Yes, we'd gone many overs, that is true. | 1:19:39 | 1:19:41 | |
How many, I couldn't tell. | 1:19:41 | 1:19:43 | |
-Overs? -Overs. Many overs. | 1:19:43 | 1:19:46 | |
Over woods and fields, streams and hills. Many overs. | 1:19:46 | 1:19:51 | |
And you just... | 1:19:53 | 1:19:55 | |
turned towards home? | 1:19:55 | 1:19:58 | |
How else would one do it? | 1:19:58 | 1:20:01 | |
-Then, why...? -And I knew... | 1:20:01 | 1:20:03 | |
that I should be beaten, | 1:20:03 | 1:20:06 | |
and I remembered my friend's complaint that I would use | 1:20:06 | 1:20:11 | |
and how delicious it would feel when the beating had stopped | 1:20:11 | 1:20:15 | |
and the insults had finished. | 1:20:15 | 1:20:17 | |
Yes, the glow of having paid the price for wrongdoing. | 1:20:19 | 1:20:23 | |
And were you punished? | 1:20:26 | 1:20:28 | |
No, not on that occasion. | 1:20:30 | 1:20:31 | |
Why was that? Do you know? | 1:20:33 | 1:20:36 | |
Because a very remarkable thing happened on the way back... | 1:20:38 | 1:20:42 | |
..which I cannot fully explain. | 1:20:54 | 1:20:58 | |
One moment we were running along, side by side, and the next... | 1:20:58 | 1:21:02 | |
..we were not. | 1:21:27 | 1:21:29 | |
I cannot say what happened. | 1:21:35 | 1:21:37 | |
Perhaps it was a dream and I wakened from it. | 1:21:39 | 1:21:41 | |
GUNSHOT | 1:21:58 | 1:22:00 | |
Was there any pain? | 1:22:08 | 1:22:09 | |
Pain? No... I cannot say there was. | 1:22:12 | 1:22:15 | |
'All I can remember is how clear the night was, | 1:22:23 | 1:22:25 | |
'with the moon-cast shadows | 1:22:25 | 1:22:28 | |
and the earth rising underneath me, | 1:22:28 | 1:22:32 | |
'and home in my heart and the master waiting.' | 1:22:32 | 1:22:35 | |
'But no, no pain.' | 1:22:37 | 1:22:40 | |
I am most glad to hear it. | 1:23:15 | 1:23:19 | |
If you will excuse me. | 1:23:24 | 1:23:27 | |
Did I say something to upset you, sir? | 1:23:29 | 1:23:32 | |
No, no, no, not at all! | 1:23:32 | 1:23:36 | |
I am put in memory of my son, Harrington. | 1:23:38 | 1:23:41 | |
That is all. | 1:23:43 | 1:23:44 | |
Erm... | 1:23:59 | 1:24:01 | |
Harrington was, erm, | 1:24:03 | 1:24:05 | |
killed in the Boer War... | 1:24:05 | 1:24:08 | |
..returning from a patrol. | 1:24:09 | 1:24:11 | |
That's all we know. | 1:24:11 | 1:24:13 | |
The, er, body was never recovered. | 1:24:15 | 1:24:18 | |
Are you all right, Mr Fisk? | 1:24:50 | 1:24:52 | |
He was shot. | 1:24:58 | 1:25:01 | |
Yes. | 1:25:05 | 1:25:06 | |
HE WEEPS | 1:25:08 | 1:25:10 | |
Oh... | 1:25:10 | 1:25:12 | |
There, there... | 1:25:12 | 1:25:15 | |
SOBBING | 1:25:15 | 1:25:17 | |
Better late than never, Mr Fisk. | 1:25:21 | 1:25:23 | |
Come with me. | 1:25:27 | 1:25:29 | |
In you go, Mr Fisk. | 1:25:33 | 1:25:35 | |
Sit yourself down. | 1:25:41 | 1:25:42 | |
He does mither on, that dean of yours. | 1:25:49 | 1:25:53 | |
I do hope whatever I said did not upset him. | 1:26:10 | 1:26:13 | |
Excuse me. I was talking to Mrs Brimley about the old days. | 1:26:13 | 1:26:18 | |
Thank you, Dean, for coming. It was a memorable evening. | 1:26:18 | 1:26:22 | |
No, thank you, sir. | 1:26:22 | 1:26:24 | |
I fear the Tokay rendered me somewhat unsociable. | 1:26:24 | 1:26:28 | |
It has a tendency to make me withdraw into myself. | 1:26:28 | 1:26:31 | |
Not at all. You were all that could be hoped for in a guest. | 1:26:31 | 1:26:36 | |
You know your way home from here? | 1:26:36 | 1:26:38 | |
Just turn towards it is the best way, I'm told. | 1:26:38 | 1:26:43 | |
I'm going in the dean's direction. | 1:26:43 | 1:26:45 | |
I'll see that he gets there this time. | 1:26:45 | 1:26:47 | |
-Good of you to come, Mr Wrather. -Wouldn't have missed it. | 1:26:47 | 1:26:50 | |
-Good night. -Good night, sir. | 1:26:50 | 1:26:53 | |
You know, Mr Wrather, | 1:27:04 | 1:27:06 | |
I have the most persistent notion that we have met before. | 1:27:06 | 1:27:11 | |
One often feels that about colonials...Dean. | 1:27:13 | 1:27:17 | |
Yes, I have heard that said. | 1:27:17 | 1:27:20 | |
Nevertheless... | 1:27:20 | 1:27:22 | |
Not in the market for a new rug, are ya? I've a good friend in Marrakech. | 1:27:22 | 1:27:26 | |
Marrakech? | 1:27:26 | 1:27:28 | |
Colourful, exciting place, if you know the right people. | 1:27:28 | 1:27:31 | |
I know the right people. | 1:27:31 | 1:27:33 | |
Something of an adventure, I imagine! | 1:27:33 | 1:27:36 | |
He can put away the Tokay, I'll say that for the dean. | 1:27:41 | 1:27:45 | |
I thought we might have had to open the third bottle! | 1:27:45 | 1:27:47 | |
Oh, two was ample, I think. | 1:27:47 | 1:27:50 | |
He goes on a bit when he's in his cups, though. | 1:27:50 | 1:27:54 | |
Thank you, Father! | 1:27:55 | 1:27:57 | |
One moment you are running along, the next you are no more. | 1:28:01 | 1:28:05 | |
Well... | 1:28:08 | 1:28:10 | |
I will see you next Thursday. | 1:28:30 | 1:28:32 | |
Or any day that suits. | 1:28:32 | 1:28:35 | |
Mustn't get too set in our ways. | 1:28:36 | 1:28:38 | |
Good night, Henslowe. | 1:28:38 | 1:28:40 | |
Good night, Father. | 1:28:42 | 1:28:44 | |
< God knows what they were on about. | 1:28:57 | 1:28:59 | |
Something about rabbits tasting better with their fur on! | 1:28:59 | 1:29:03 | |
You won't catch me cooking them, that's all I can say! | 1:29:03 | 1:29:06 | |
LAUGHS | 1:29:06 | 1:29:08 | |
Then, he comes in 'ere! | 1:29:11 | 1:29:13 | |
First time in God knows how long. | 1:29:15 | 1:29:17 | |
And he stands, | 1:29:19 | 1:29:21 | |
looking at that photograph... | 1:29:21 | 1:29:23 | |
..sobbing his heart out. | 1:29:25 | 1:29:27 | |
Morning, Mrs Brimley. | 1:29:45 | 1:29:47 | |
-It's not Thursday, you know! -No, I know. | 1:29:47 | 1:29:50 | |
-How's Father? -Well...I don't know, really. | 1:29:52 | 1:29:56 | |
-DOG BARKS -Here, boy! | 1:29:56 | 1:29:58 | |
Wasn't my idea, you know! | 1:29:58 | 1:30:01 | |
The day after that dinner, | 1:30:01 | 1:30:03 | |
he sent me round to see that friend of yours, | 1:30:03 | 1:30:06 | |
the one who was here. | 1:30:06 | 1:30:08 | |
-Mr Wrather? -Sent me round with a letter, he did. | 1:30:08 | 1:30:11 | |
-Next day, he shows up with a dog! -LAUGHTER > | 1:30:11 | 1:30:16 | |
-What kind of dog? -Oh, one of those, erm... | 1:30:16 | 1:30:20 | |
-Oh, like before! -A spaniel? | 1:30:20 | 1:30:23 | |
-Must be one of the seven. -Clever boy! | 1:30:23 | 1:30:26 | |
One's quite enough in this house, thank you very much. | 1:30:26 | 1:30:30 | |
It's already chewed a cushion! | 1:30:30 | 1:30:32 | |
He's in the garden. | 1:30:32 | 1:30:35 | |
Imagine! Mr Fisk in the garden! | 1:30:36 | 1:30:39 | |
He'll be growing roses next. | 1:30:39 | 1:30:42 | |
-Twist! Twist! -DOG BARKS | 1:30:49 | 1:30:53 | |
'That was the end of my talks with Dean Spanley, | 1:31:14 | 1:31:17 | |
'although my father sometimes saw him at the club.' | 1:31:17 | 1:31:20 | |
'Don't know what they talked about, if anything.' | 1:31:23 | 1:31:26 | |
'As for the question of reincarnation, | 1:31:26 | 1:31:29 | |
'I resolved to wait and see, | 1:31:29 | 1:31:31 | |
'albeit with more anticipation than hitherto.' | 1:31:31 | 1:31:34 | |
'And should I find myself in the form of a dog, | 1:31:36 | 1:31:40 | |
'I trust I will be so fortunate as to belong to a master | 1:31:40 | 1:31:44 | |
'as kind as my father.' | 1:31:44 | 1:31:47 |