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'Life's so extraordinarily pleasant for those of us who have been born in the right place. | 0:01:32 | 0:01:39 | |
'Ought it to be so pleasant, and for so few of us? | 0:01:39 | 0:01:43 | |
'And isn't there a kind of saiety about it all | 0:01:43 | 0:01:47 | |
'and at the same time greed? | 0:01:47 | 0:01:50 | |
'We seem to have become money-mad. | 0:01:50 | 0:01:53 | |
'There's never been so much gambling, speculating, fortune-hunting. | 0:01:53 | 0:01:57 | |
'People say the military regime in Germany will insist on a trial of strength, sooner or later. | 0:01:57 | 0:02:05 | |
'And might that not cleanse us of our materialism, our cynicism, our lax, lazy hypocrisies? | 0:02:05 | 0:02:13 | |
'Make us gird our sinews and find simplicity again? | 0:02:13 | 0:02:17 | |
'And then should we not be fitter afterwards to make a better world? | 0:02:17 | 0:02:22 | |
'For that must be what we're here for...to leave the world a better place than we found it.' | 0:02:22 | 0:02:30 | |
Better be ready, Mr Stephens, sir. Yes, yes. Quite right, Percy. | 0:02:30 | 0:02:35 | |
RHYTHMIC BEATING > | 0:02:35 | 0:02:39 | |
Over there on the right! > | 0:02:45 | 0:02:48 | |
PANIC-STRICKEN SQUAWKS | 0:02:59 | 0:03:03 | |
GUNFIRE AUDIBLE, BUT AT A DISTANCE | 0:03:06 | 0:03:11 | |
All out now, Sir Randolph! > | 0:03:36 | 0:03:39 | |
That's 62 pheasant, 2 hares and a woodcock today, sir. | 0:03:43 | 0:03:48 | |
Percy, don't let Sir Randolph hear you keeping score. Our host considers it unsporting. | 0:03:48 | 0:03:55 | |
71 pheasant, 3 woodcock and 2 hares, m'Lord. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:04 | |
We are ahead of Mr Stephens? Ahead, my Lord, but not comfortably so. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:12 | |
-Hello, isn't that Lionel Stephens? -Buried in a book as always! | 0:04:29 | 0:04:36 | |
Hello, Bob! < 'Afternoon, Lionel! | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
-Hello! -< Olivia! | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
-You missed a good first day, Bob. -I'm desolate, Randolph! | 0:04:52 | 0:04:57 | |
But one can't refuse to be one's brother's best man. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:03 | |
-Especially at Godfrey's age. -Have you brought fancy dress? | 0:05:03 | 0:05:08 | |
-You know Lady Hartlip? -Of course! | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
-Dressing up isn't really my style, Minnie. -You're as bad as Randolph. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:18 | |
You did nicely today. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:20 | |
Doubtless Olivia has brought some ravishing confection(!) | 0:05:20 | 0:05:25 | |
-Another Greek classic? -No, no. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
Ruskin! I love Ruskin. Even when he's talking nonsense, I love it. | 0:05:29 | 0:05:34 | |
-Here you are. -..Thank you. | 0:05:38 | 0:05:41 | |
Hopkins! A mustard bath for Sir Reuben! | 0:05:41 | 0:05:44 | |
-Lady Nettleby! -Olivia, my dear! | 0:05:44 | 0:05:48 | |
Come along! | 0:05:50 | 0:05:52 | |
Forgive us for arriving late. | 0:05:52 | 0:05:55 | |
It seems everything will depend on your turn-out tomorrow night. | 0:05:55 | 0:06:00 | |
-You know Lord and Lady Hartlip? -Yes. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:04 | |
-Hello, Gilbert. -Hello, Bob. -Aline. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:08 | |
-And Count Tibor Rakassyi, -> -visiting from Hungary. | 0:06:08 | 0:06:12 | |
(Rakassyi!) | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
-Lord and Lady Lilburn. -Hello. | 0:06:15 | 0:06:18 | |
You must know our daughter-in-law, Ida. Her children, Cicely and Marcus. | 0:06:20 | 0:06:27 | |
-We've met. At Henley, wasn't it? -I expect you'd like to unpack. | 0:06:27 | 0:06:33 | |
I'll get Rogers to send someone to bring your things in from the car. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:38 | |
You're not having any more! Just one, Flo! | 0:06:53 | 0:06:58 | |
Hello, Flo. Dad's back is bad again. He won't be fit to beat tomorrow. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:04 | |
Can't Dr West do nothing for it, then? | 0:07:04 | 0:07:09 | |
What's this? Lardy cakes from Mum. How many has Dan eaten?! | 0:07:10 | 0:07:18 | |
Will you tell Tom Harker I'll need him as a beater? 8.00 sharp. Batty Clump. | 0:07:18 | 0:07:25 | |
You said you'd not use him after catching him again. I don't like it. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:31 | |
Gives him a free reccy, but it can't be helped. | 0:07:31 | 0:07:35 | |
He knows what he's doing, and I need a reliable stop. | 0:07:35 | 0:07:40 | |
Besides, he only poaches for the pot. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:43 | |
Good evening! > | 0:07:49 | 0:07:51 | |
-'Evening, sir! -I want the Nettleby Arms. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:56 | |
-I'll point you in the right direction. -That would be very kind. | 0:07:56 | 0:08:01 | |
I see you've got a bad leg. Is that from the South African War? | 0:08:07 | 0:08:12 | |
-No, it was a man-trap, sir. -Good God! But that's illegal! | 0:08:12 | 0:08:18 | |
I bear no grudge. The game-keeper was doing his duty as he saw it. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:23 | |
His DUTY? To trap a fellow human and cripple him for life? | 0:08:23 | 0:08:28 | |
-All to ensure a few more birds for someone else to murder? -You might say so. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:35 | |
The birds are our brothers and sisters! We can survive on the fruits of field and orchard. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:42 | |
They say the Lord will provide. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:45 | |
-There's a massacre tomorrow? -I know nothing of the pastimes of the upper classes, sir. | 0:08:45 | 0:08:52 | |
That silly arse Matthews has left half my things behind. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:59 | |
What a nuisance! But you look very nice. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:04 | |
-The studs are wrong. -No-one could guess. -They're too smart. | 0:09:04 | 0:09:10 | |
It's frightfully bad form. It looks as though I'm going to a damn ball! | 0:09:10 | 0:09:15 | |
Oh, Bob! | 0:09:15 | 0:09:17 | |
It's all very well... You can dismiss these things if you like. | 0:09:18 | 0:09:23 | |
But they're part of the structure... | 0:09:27 | 0:09:31 | |
..of our lives. If we lose respect for them... | 0:09:33 | 0:09:37 | |
..we lose respect for ourselves. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
My self-respect is not connected with your shirt studs! | 0:09:42 | 0:09:48 | |
But you mean I can be frivolous because I am supported by you | 0:09:48 | 0:09:54 | |
-and the position you confer on me by making me your wife. -I -say... | 0:09:54 | 0:10:00 | |
"It is far better for a gentleman to mow his OWN fields, | 0:10:00 | 0:10:05 | |
"than to ride over other people's." | 0:10:05 | 0:10:09 | |
You're trying to provoke me, but I shall NOT rise. | 0:10:12 | 0:10:18 | |
Who is this ape, anyway? | 0:10:18 | 0:10:21 | |
John Ruskin! There you are, then. | 0:10:21 | 0:10:24 | |
Art and Life are different things, as he found out on marriage. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:33 | |
-Who gave you this rubbish? -Lionel Stephens was looking at it and... | 0:10:33 | 0:10:39 | |
..he gave it to me when I said I liked Ruskin. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:44 | |
Good man, Stephens. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:51 | |
This is where I turn off. | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
The Nettleby Arms is 100 yards on. | 0:11:16 | 0:11:19 | |
Oh, by the way... SIR! Let me give you one of my leaflets. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:24 | |
One moment. | 0:11:26 | 0:11:28 | |
Here we are! I can see you're a fellow spirit. | 0:11:30 | 0:11:35 | |
Good day to you, sir. | 0:11:35 | 0:11:39 | |
Fellow bloody spirit indeed(!) | 0:11:44 | 0:11:47 | |
-MUTTERING: -Bloody lunatic! 'Murder', indeed! Bloody barmy, if you ask me. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:55 | |
-What...? What's this, then? -< I've a message from Mr Glass. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:04 | |
Will you beat for him? 8.00 tomorrow. | 0:12:04 | 0:12:08 | |
-Batty Clump. -Beat for him, eh? Who's fallen out? | 0:12:08 | 0:12:13 | |
-My dad. -Has he? -It's his back. | 0:12:13 | 0:12:17 | |
-What do you think of that? -"The Rights Of Animals". | 0:12:21 | 0:12:26 | |
Animals haven't GOT rights! | 0:12:26 | 0:12:29 | |
Shouldn't think so. I don't know. | 0:12:30 | 0:12:33 | |
Except to hunt and be hunted. ..Here then, look what I've got! | 0:12:33 | 0:12:38 | |
Liquorice. It's for waiting for me. | 0:12:38 | 0:12:42 | |
Thank you, Mr Harker. | 0:12:42 | 0:12:44 | |
- Hello, John. - I think that's everything, sir. | 0:13:06 | 0:13:11 | |
I'll empty this for you. No hurry. I've done all the writing I'm going to do. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:18 | |
The way she talks about Lady Hartlip, that Hortense! I couldn't repeat it! | 0:13:20 | 0:13:27 | |
No, you'd better not! | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
-Is she a flirt? French maids are supposed to be. -She flirts with John. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:36 | |
-You must marry John quickly, to keep him in order. -Miss, we couldn't. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:43 | |
-Not yet. Not without any prospects. -John won't be a footman for ever. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:48 | |
-He did think of applying to be Mr Stephens' valet. He thinks he's nice. -I do, too. Very nice! | 0:13:48 | 0:13:55 | |
And yet, in a funny way, he's SO nice, | 0:13:55 | 0:14:00 | |
and so GOOD at everything, so kind and elegant and clever, I wonder if he's quite real. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:09 | |
Count Rakassyi's more your sort, Miss. He's more 'lively'. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:15 | |
-Ellen, you're just saying that to find out what I think about him! -Miss, please sit down! | 0:14:15 | 0:14:22 | |
-Of course he's more my sort of gentleman. But he's nearly thirty, you know? -Is he really? | 0:14:24 | 0:14:32 | |
-He's well-preserved, if you know what I mean. -I shall have to marry him, then. | 0:14:32 | 0:14:39 | |
And you and John will come to Hungary as valet and lady's maid. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:44 | |
And we'll gallop across the Hungarian snow-covered plain from palace to palace! | 0:14:44 | 0:14:51 | |
-I never fancied snow. -You're very particular! | 0:14:51 | 0:14:55 | |
Cicely, please DON'T borrow my things again without asking. | 0:14:55 | 0:15:02 | |
Good evening, m'Lady. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
(Good luck, Miss!) | 0:15:05 | 0:15:08 | |
You shouldn't encourage her. I don't NEED to. She does very well on her own. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:17 | |
Don't fawn on her. It insults her. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
You're always writing in that big, brown book, Grandpapa. | 0:15:59 | 0:16:04 | |
It's my Game Book. Well, part of it is my Game Book. Part of it is my thoughts. It's not a bad idea... | 0:16:04 | 0:16:12 | |
..writing down one's thoughts. It saves bothering others with them. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:19 | |
I HATE writing. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
That's because you're not very good at it. One doesn't enjoy doing what one's not very good at. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:30 | |
'My wife and I are very fond of each other... But she cares for society more than I do...' | 0:16:34 | 0:16:42 | |
I have to cover my legs with powder, it's the only way. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:47 | |
And lie on my back with my legs in the air. | 0:16:47 | 0:16:51 | |
And then my maid and I have to pull hard for hours! | 0:16:51 | 0:16:56 | |
Can it be worth the agony? Oh, YES ! They look wonderful. | 0:16:56 | 0:17:02 | |
- What do?! My hunting boots. -Oh, yes! | 0:17:02 | 0:17:07 | |
(Boring conversation!) | 0:17:07 | 0:17:09 | |
-Is the Israelite not amongst us? -No, he got his feet wet in a ditch. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:17 | |
I've sent Hopkins up to him with a mustard bath. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:21 | |
If he was inadequately shod... | 0:17:21 | 0:17:24 | |
He was not inadequately shod. He was shod the same as everyone else. | 0:17:24 | 0:17:30 | |
We don't want too many people about with imagination. | 0:17:30 | 0:17:34 | |
LIONEL AND OLIVIA CHAT INTIMATELY > | 0:17:34 | 0:17:39 | |
There's absolutely nothing in it! | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
-I don't know to what you refer, but it'll be wickedness. -Speculation. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:48 | |
A thousand apologies for being late. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:06 | |
I'm sure it was Hopkins' fault. Meet Harry and Mildred Stamp. Sir Reuben Hergesheimer. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:14 | |
- Oh! I've heard so much about you! - You flatter me! | 0:18:14 | 0:18:20 | |
-A glass of sherry...wine, Hergesheimer? -A thousand thanks. | 0:18:20 | 0:18:25 | |
How perfect your coverts are. As good, in my opinion, as Sandringham, though smaller. | 0:18:25 | 0:18:33 | |
-We copied them. -I didn't realise. -Almost bankrupting the estate. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:39 | |
Mildred, there's been something I've been wanting to ask you... | 0:18:39 | 0:18:45 | |
Ah, Sandringham... | 0:18:45 | 0:18:48 | |
We were there twice, a long time ago. | 0:18:48 | 0:18:52 | |
-Dinner is served. -Thank you, Rogers. | 0:18:52 | 0:18:55 | |
-Sir Reuben, would you escort Mildred in? -It would be my pleasure. | 0:18:55 | 0:19:00 | |
CICELY: Oh, do look! | 0:19:36 | 0:19:39 | |
-How beautiful! -Rogers, I think we have a need for Master Osbert. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:49 | |
< How divine! | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
Osbert will catch it. What a naughty boy! | 0:19:54 | 0:19:58 | |
-I'm sorry! -Nonsense! But I agree we should wait for Osbert. | 0:19:58 | 0:20:05 | |
-It's thinking! -I hope she doesn't come to any sudden decisions. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:12 | |
IDA: Osbert, apologise to Granny! | 0:20:15 | 0:20:20 | |
-I'm sorry, Granny. -Never mind, dear. | 0:20:20 | 0:20:23 | |
Rogers, I think it's safe to serve dinner now. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:27 | |
- A wild duck is an unusual pet. - I found her on the river last year. | 0:20:27 | 0:20:33 | |
A chick? > About 4 days old. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:37 | |
- Dear boy, won't she fly away? - Oh, she DOES. But she comes back. | 0:20:37 | 0:20:45 | |
She pleases herself when she arrives and then she comes to look for me. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:51 | |
Best hang on to her tomorrow. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:54 | |
< If she's with the wild ducks, she'll be for it. | 0:20:54 | 0:20:58 | |
-Keep her in, Os. Don't forget. -Do you HEAR that, Duck?! > | 0:20:58 | 0:21:04 | |
If you fly over me, I can tell you you haven't a hope. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:11 | |
Bang, bang! And it will ALL be over! | 0:21:11 | 0:21:13 | |
If you kill her, I will kill you. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:16 | |
Osbert! Oh, you will ?! How do you propose to do that? | 0:21:16 | 0:21:23 | |
I will kill you by prayer. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:26 | |
Tell me, Mr Stephens, which sport do you excel at? | 0:21:36 | 0:21:39 | |
Billiards. Billiards?! | 0:21:39 | 0:21:42 | |
Very droll! Tricky game, billiards. | 0:21:42 | 0:21:47 | |
ALINE: You should say shooting after today! | 0:21:47 | 0:21:52 | |
- Not before the finest shot of all. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:55 | |
- Very civil of you. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:57 | |
It's more than what the sentences actually say. Just like music. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:04 | |
Art makes us better. Do you agree? | 0:22:04 | 0:22:07 | |
LIONEL'S VOICE: 'I couldn't look at you when you smiled. Did you notice? | 0:22:23 | 0:22:31 | |
'Not because it dazzles, but because it is so innocent. | 0:22:31 | 0:22:35 | |
'You are Truth because you are Beauty; Beauty because you are Truth. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:40 | |
'You cannot stop me dying for you, although I would much rather live for you...if you would let me.' | 0:22:40 | 0:22:48 | |
I hope you like the port. | 0:22:48 | 0:22:51 | |
If it's as good as the shooting, I, for one, shan't complain! | 0:22:51 | 0:22:55 | |
- I hear you're successful at the Bar, Stephens. - Thank you, Sir Reuben. | 0:22:55 | 0:23:02 | |
- Ever considered politics? - Yes, but it's not my style. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:07 | |
-You could never relax on an estate, Lionel. -Each to his own. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:12 | |
Isn't it time you put down roots, Hergesheimer? | 0:23:12 | 0:23:18 | |
< Letting all those millions go to charity! If I had an heir, | 0:23:18 | 0:23:25 | |
I don't know how I would wish him to behave. Should he assimilate into your society? | 0:23:25 | 0:23:33 | |
< Or should he remember his ancestors in the Polish ghetto? | 0:23:33 | 0:23:38 | |
BOB: Well... | 0:23:38 | 0:23:41 | |
..don't stay undecided for too long. If the land-owning class goes, everything goes. | 0:23:41 | 0:23:48 | |
What do you say, Lionel? | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
I don't know. I think an age, perhaps even a civilisation, is coming to an end. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:59 | |
-GILBERT: I wouldn't agree with you there. -I believe it to be true. | 0:23:59 | 0:24:07 | |
Take away the proper function of the aristocracy and what can it do but play games too seriously? | 0:24:07 | 0:24:15 | |
It happened at the end of feudalism and it's happening now. I must write a pamphlet about it. | 0:24:15 | 0:24:22 | |
Private circulation, decently printed and so forth. | 0:24:23 | 0:24:28 | |
MARCUS: Death, disease and dentistry are subjects that are forbidden at table. | 0:24:28 | 0:24:35 | |
CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
And how long have you had Lionel Stephens under your spell? | 0:24:38 | 0:24:43 | |
-I think you must be mistaken. -Oh, don't worry! I've set my cap at Sir Reuben and his millions. | 0:24:45 | 0:24:52 | |
-Is this the book you wanted? -Yes, thank you. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:56 | |
-What a competitive pair you are, you and Gilbert. -He doesn't even join in the game(!) | 0:24:56 | 0:25:03 | |
-It was sport I was referring to in his case. -Oh, sport! | 0:25:03 | 0:25:08 | |
Sport doesn't interest me at ALL! | 0:25:08 | 0:25:12 | |
Although, of course, one likes a man to be good at it. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:18 | |
-Then you've chosen well for a husband. -One would think so. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:23 | |
But do you know, something very odd was happening today. | 0:25:23 | 0:25:29 | |
Somebody was actually out to beat him. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:33 | |
I MEAN...your 'inamorata'. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:37 | |
-What do you mean?! -Everybody wants to beat the champion. | 0:25:37 | 0:25:43 | |
Aveline, our young friend's mind doesn't work like that. | 0:25:43 | 0:25:48 | |
Even in the full madness of love? To shine in front of her? Why DO you think men do these things(!) | 0:25:48 | 0:25:56 | |
< MEN ENTER Men do acts of valour to win women. | 0:25:56 | 0:26:02 | |
What other reasons could there be?! | 0:26:02 | 0:26:05 | |
A deed of valour for any man is to partner my wife at bridge. | 0:26:05 | 0:26:10 | |
I did it once...thirty years ago. | 0:26:10 | 0:26:13 | |
I can see by the look in her eye that somebody is going to have to do it. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:20 | |
-We have one expert here. -Too kind! | 0:26:20 | 0:26:24 | |
-One or two rubbers would be nice. Bob...? -Of course. -Olivia...? -I'd rather read. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:31 | |
Let's play the gramophone and do that new dance! | 0:26:32 | 0:26:36 | |
Dance?! Anything but word games. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:40 | |
Shall we test your famous billiards? | 0:26:43 | 0:26:46 | |
Yes, why not?! | 0:26:46 | 0:26:49 | |
CICELY: I'm sure these are the steps. | 0:26:49 | 0:26:53 | |
MARCUS: It can't possibly be! | 0:26:53 | 0:26:57 | |
THEY ARGUE ON, AMIDST GIGGLES | 0:26:57 | 0:27:01 | |
Oh, you're HOPELESS ! | 0:27:02 | 0:27:05 | |
Tibor, YOU try. | 0:27:05 | 0:27:08 | |
- It's not a waltz, Tibor! - What do you call it? - It's certainly not a waltz! | 0:27:16 | 0:27:23 | |
Erm... | 0:27:27 | 0:27:28 | |
MUSIC OFF Let's go and play a game! | 0:27:29 | 0:27:33 | |
Is there much shooting here? This is the Nettleby estate. | 0:27:35 | 0:27:40 | |
- It's renowned. - The King himself has shot here. | 0:27:40 | 0:27:45 | |
- How ghastly! - How's that? | 0:27:45 | 0:27:49 | |
It's gives me a few bob. | 0:27:49 | 0:27:51 | |
- Murder! - I won't listen to this! | 0:27:51 | 0:27:55 | |
Until we recognise our universal kinship with all living creatures, we shall remain in outer darkness! | 0:27:55 | 0:28:04 | |
Dear me! | 0:28:22 | 0:28:24 | |
I hope you gentlemen won't refuse my hospitality. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:29 | |
Thank you, sir. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
(Gentlemen, indeed!) | 0:28:34 | 0:28:36 | |
That give you something to think about? | 0:28:58 | 0:29:02 | |
-Did I see you with new Purdeys today, Gilbert? -Yes, indeed. Best guns I've ever had. | 0:29:03 | 0:29:10 | |
Made to fit me. Nothing like Purdeys for smoothness and finish. | 0:29:14 | 0:29:20 | |
Good. | 0:29:21 | 0:29:23 | |
< Perhaps if it's a tricky customer, funny shoulders or whatever, | 0:29:23 | 0:29:28 | |
then Henry Holland has the experience. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:32 | |
But I only go to Purdey now. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:36 | |
-You've done it again. -Well done, partner! | 0:29:42 | 0:29:47 | |
I shall write you a cheque. No, please, allow me. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:52 | |
-What a dear man! -I can only agree! | 0:29:52 | 0:29:56 | |
Cogswell and Harrison's are good. Got my first elephant gun there. | 0:29:59 | 0:30:04 | |
I imagine you must be pursued by them all now, Gilbert. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:13 | |
Yes, very vulgar. | 0:30:13 | 0:30:16 | |
Now the ONLY people to whom I'd give a testimonial are Purdey. | 0:30:18 | 0:30:24 | |
PLAYS CLASSICAL PIECE | 0:30:48 | 0:30:52 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR > | 0:31:28 | 0:31:32 | |
ELFRIDA! You've not had breakfast! | 0:34:09 | 0:34:13 | |
-Sue...! | 0:34:14 | 0:34:16 | |
-Watch out! What're you doing?! -It's a letter. -A letter? | 0:34:16 | 0:34:21 | |
Read it when you're alone. It's quite long. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:26 | |
-Is it serious? -Yes. -..Two more, Sue! | 0:34:26 | 0:34:29 | |
-What is it? -You'll see. | 0:34:29 | 0:34:32 | |
'Yes?' | 0:34:32 | 0:34:34 | |
-'Thank you. Put it down there.' -Thank you, my Lady. | 0:34:34 | 0:34:38 | |
-What does it say? -Read it. -I can't. I've got to finish the teas first. | 0:34:40 | 0:34:46 | |
Master Osbert, whatever have you been doing?! | 0:34:48 | 0:34:53 | |
The thing is, I went to feed Elfrida and I was just moving the cage... | 0:34:53 | 0:34:58 | |
-..to the better grass. -You're soaking! -And it tipped. | 0:34:58 | 0:35:02 | |
-And I fell in the pond. -And Elfrida? | 0:35:02 | 0:35:06 | |
She flew off, but she'll come back soon. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:11 | |
Does she come when you call? | 0:35:11 | 0:35:15 | |
Yes. When she can see me. | 0:35:15 | 0:35:18 | |
All right, then. Run and get dry and don't let anyone catch you! | 0:35:18 | 0:35:23 | |
-OLIVIA: -I wish we hadn't laughed at Osbert. | 0:35:30 | 0:35:34 | |
-But you didn't. -It wasn't funny. He'll be educated and taught to be on the side of the guns. | 0:35:34 | 0:35:42 | |
-It's such a pity. -We all have to learn to school our emotions. | 0:35:42 | 0:35:47 | |
Yes, but who has decided it is the height of heroism to kill? | 0:35:47 | 0:35:52 | |
Why the need for living sacrifices? | 0:35:52 | 0:35:55 | |
I knew you had such fire but didn't think you'd show it to me. | 0:35:55 | 0:35:59 | |
-I feel I can because you are a TRUE friend and won't laugh. -No. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:05 | |
-We're being very serious. I think that might be breaking one of the rules. -I'm quite sure it is. | 0:36:05 | 0:36:14 | |
-Lionel, do you think he's sound? -Let's have a look. | 0:36:14 | 0:36:18 | |
Thank you. | 0:36:20 | 0:36:22 | |
Come on, Bart! | 0:36:26 | 0:36:28 | |
Having a son of my own makes me aware how DIFFERENTLY I feel from a man! | 0:36:28 | 0:36:32 | |
How I would like to rebel against the world men have made! | 0:36:32 | 0:36:39 | |
I see the beauty of a good shoot, but not of the sacrifice, the BLOOD. | 0:36:39 | 0:36:46 | |
-Why do men have to have that, too? -Nature includes the note of death. | 0:36:46 | 0:36:52 | |
-You don't have to seek it out! -Do we do that? | 0:36:52 | 0:36:57 | |
-You've never wanted a war? -One answers the battle call. | 0:36:57 | 0:37:02 | |
-There you are, then. -There I am. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:06 | |
-But I shall not, if I can help it, shoot Osbert's duck. -That I believe! | 0:37:06 | 0:37:11 | |
-Shall we walk back, then? -All right. | 0:37:11 | 0:37:15 | |
GILBERT: Single! | 0:37:24 | 0:37:28 | |
Ah, Gilbert! | 0:37:37 | 0:37:40 | |
-I didn't realise it was you. -My dear fellow, do forgive me. | 0:37:40 | 0:37:45 | |
I wasn't about to take a pot-shot at a Roman Emperor. It's my new guns. | 0:37:45 | 0:37:51 | |
-I thought we would have a moment's drill. -I wouldn't have thought you'd need it. Anyway, it doesn't matter. | 0:37:51 | 0:38:00 | |
Julius Caesar - it's just a cast from the British Museum. Not that you'd have been loaded. | 0:38:00 | 0:38:08 | |
(At least I hope you wouldn't.) | 0:38:09 | 0:38:12 | |
-The asters - shouldn't they be divided? -Best not lift them now, m'Lady. Not until the Spring. | 0:39:07 | 0:39:16 | |
They won't thank us for it. | 0:39:17 | 0:39:20 | |
-But if you insist... -No. One despot is enough in the garden, Ogden(!) | 0:39:20 | 0:39:26 | |
-Where are you going? -To look for Elfrida Beetle for Osbert. | 0:39:26 | 0:39:33 | |
-Who is Elfrida Beetle?! -< It's the name of the duck, m'Lady. | 0:39:33 | 0:39:38 | |
She was called Alfred, but then she turned into a female so Alfreda became Elfrida. | 0:39:38 | 0:39:45 | |
-She'd just swallowed a beetle and 'elle' is French for 'she'. -Oh! -She freed the beetle by eating it. | 0:39:45 | 0:39:52 | |
She freed it from life's miseries. 'Elle'-freed-a-beetle. A silly name! | 0:39:52 | 0:39:58 | |
-She's run away? - Yes, greedy animal! | 0:39:58 | 0:40:01 | |
Bird! No need to be pert. | 0:40:01 | 0:40:04 | |
# Pert bird, pert bird! Perty birdie...! # | 0:40:04 | 0:40:09 | |
RAPID SUCCESSION OF SHOTS | 0:40:09 | 0:40:13 | |
Cads! Unspeakable cads! | 0:40:29 | 0:40:32 | |
There, m'Lord! | 0:40:43 | 0:40:45 | |
GLASS: All out, Sir Randolph! | 0:40:50 | 0:40:53 | |
Fifteen, sir. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
Seventeen, m'Lord. | 0:40:57 | 0:40:59 | |
-Too pretty... Nottingham? -Bruges. | 0:41:09 | 0:41:13 | |
An old admirer... The sweetest thing. | 0:41:14 | 0:41:19 | |
A Norwegian! | 0:41:19 | 0:41:21 | |
I always thought your taste in men to be more Ibsenite than Chekhovian. | 0:41:21 | 0:41:27 | |
Oh, Minnie, you are a beast! What shall I do with it? | 0:41:27 | 0:41:32 | |
It's TOO pretty for a petticoat. | 0:41:32 | 0:41:36 | |
Oh, you're so clever with those things. I'D simply trim a bodice. | 0:41:36 | 0:41:42 | |
-Haven't you something being made it can go on? -I'm not using my dressmaker. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:50 | |
-Not for a month or so. -(I'm sure I'm right!) ..H'm? | 0:41:50 | 0:41:55 | |
I have to be elusive with people of that nature just now. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:59 | |
Oh, BILLS! | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
My bookmaker, mainly. He's so stingy with credit. | 0:42:03 | 0:42:09 | |
I could let you have a little. ..For a few weeks. | 0:42:09 | 0:42:14 | |
You are an angel, but I couldn't! I can't BEAR looting my friends. | 0:42:14 | 0:42:21 | |
If only I hadn't had a rotten Ascot! I can't tell Gilbert. I promised to give up gambling. | 0:42:21 | 0:42:28 | |
You'd get it back. Gilbert pays me my dress allowance on 1st December. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:37 | |
Of course I will! It's horrid to worry about money! | 0:42:37 | 0:42:41 | |
-A hundred...? Two...? -Minnie, you are an ANGEL! | 0:42:42 | 0:42:48 | |
You are an angel. Could you possibly make it two? | 0:42:48 | 0:42:53 | |
We'll go in and find my cheque book. And then, what about a game of whist? | 0:42:53 | 0:43:00 | |
Too divine! As long as you don't make it double or quits! | 0:43:00 | 0:43:04 | |
Ah, THERE! | 0:43:06 | 0:43:09 | |
Go on! Get OUT of it! | 0:43:09 | 0:43:11 | |
SOUND OF BEATERS IN WOOD | 0:43:26 | 0:43:30 | |
CONTINUOUS GUNFIRE > | 0:43:33 | 0:43:37 | |
< That's enough! | 0:43:59 | 0:44:01 | |
- Look out! - What the hell...? | 0:44:08 | 0:44:13 | |
Silly sodding bugger! | 0:44:15 | 0:44:18 | |
-Fetch that man over here, Glass. -Right, hold the dog! | 0:44:25 | 0:44:30 | |
You don't approve of our sport? | 0:44:41 | 0:44:44 | |
-It's not my idea of sport. It's my idea of murder! -Ah, yes. | 0:44:44 | 0:44:49 | |
-It's all right, Glass. We'll go on down to the marquee. -Aye, sir. | 0:44:49 | 0:44:55 | |
Let the gentleman go. ..You've caught us at the end of our 'murderous' morning. | 0:44:55 | 0:45:02 | |
We're about to have an ill-earned luncheon. Are you from these parts? We've never met. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:09 | |
My own work! | 0:45:09 | 0:45:12 | |
"The Rights of Animals. A Vindication... | 0:45:15 | 0:45:20 | |
"..of the Doctrine of Universal Kinship." | 0:45:20 | 0:45:24 | |
Well, these pheasants wouldn't have been here at all if we hadn't bred, hatched and reared them. | 0:45:24 | 0:45:32 | |
One could argue that we give them life and then, after a bit, we take it away again, | 0:45:32 | 0:45:39 | |
abrogating to ourselves somewhat God-like powers, I admit. | 0:45:39 | 0:45:45 | |
This is a very well-produced pamphlet... | 0:45:45 | 0:45:49 | |
Where did you get it printed? You don't mind my asking? | 0:45:49 | 0:45:53 | |
Not at all. I know a very good man at Dorking, just near where I live. | 0:45:53 | 0:45:59 | |
An excellent man of anarchistic views. He gives me very good rates. | 0:45:59 | 0:46:04 | |
Special terms, h'm? He wouldn't give me such good ones, I suppose? | 0:46:04 | 0:46:10 | |
-Are you a pamphleteer, too, sir? -I was thinking of making a foray in that direction. | 0:46:10 | 0:46:17 | |
-A polemic? -I think that's the word. | 0:46:17 | 0:46:20 | |
-A diatribe? -Yes, I think you COULD call it a diatribe, Mr Cardew. | 0:46:20 | 0:46:27 | |
-"The Ruin of Rural England. A Diatribe!" -Yes. | 0:46:27 | 0:46:31 | |
But I don't think we should continue our discussion here. | 0:46:31 | 0:46:36 | |
My fellow murderers are impatient. | 0:46:36 | 0:46:40 | |
-My card. -Ah! ..Hindhead. How charming. | 0:46:40 | 0:46:45 | |
We'll keep in touch. And you will speak to your printer? | 0:46:45 | 0:46:50 | |
He'll send an estimate. Good day! | 0:46:50 | 0:46:53 | |
And I bid YOU good day, sir. | 0:46:53 | 0:46:57 | |
I suppose you really do have to have him up in front of the Bench? | 0:47:02 | 0:47:07 | |
He had to get back to Hindhead. ..Pretty place, Hindhead. | 0:47:07 | 0:47:13 | |
There they are! | 0:47:20 | 0:47:23 | |
IDA: I do hope her coltish ways don't encourage Count Rakassyi. | 0:47:23 | 0:47:30 | |
He's a little bit sur le tapis! | 0:47:30 | 0:47:33 | |
IDA: Her father is against it. Things are rather too uncertain. | 0:47:33 | 0:47:38 | |
The Rakassyis ARE wonderfully rich. | 0:47:38 | 0:47:41 | |
An English match is more secure. | 0:47:41 | 0:47:44 | |
All those foreign relations could be a bore. | 0:47:44 | 0:47:48 | |
And we can enjoy another year or two speculating! | 0:47:48 | 0:47:52 | |
-How will Cicely feel about that? -She'll enjoy it. | 0:47:52 | 0:47:56 | |
She's not got your high ideals which make you the Princess Lointaine of your admirers. | 0:47:56 | 0:48:04 | |
- We're not all as spiritual as you. That's why we cherish you so! -Oh! | 0:48:04 | 0:48:09 | |
Most of us are very mundane. | 0:48:09 | 0:48:12 | |
GLASS: Right, stand back, you lot! Loaders first! | 0:48:26 | 0:48:30 | |
It said the most wonderful things! What sort of things? | 0:48:34 | 0:48:39 | |
That she was Truth because she was Beauty; Beauty because she was Truth. | 0:48:39 | 0:48:44 | |
And that there was going to be a war and he would gird his loins for her! | 0:48:44 | 0:48:50 | |
-< -Be careful! He'll hear you. | 0:48:50 | 0:48:52 | |
Don't you think it's romantic? Sounds overdone. What would you think to such a letter? | 0:48:52 | 0:49:00 | |
I should be fascinated! And you, Lydia? | 0:49:00 | 0:49:03 | |
-I'd know I was not worthy of it. -But you'd be secretly pleased? Ellen was! | 0:49:03 | 0:49:10 | |
See the deer? They like the bracken up top in Bowler's plantation. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:17 | |
Better not let my dad hear you've been up there. | 0:49:17 | 0:49:22 | |
These are hard times for the locals. No-one cares about country matters. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:27 | |
Surely the popular idea of England is the village green and woodsmoke from cottage chimneys, | 0:49:27 | 0:49:35 | |
contented labourers, a benevolent squire? | 0:49:35 | 0:49:39 | |
That idea is such a powerful one | 0:49:39 | 0:49:42 | |
because it's a myth. It hasn't existed for many years. | 0:49:42 | 0:49:46 | |
Is there no way of turning the myth into reality? | 0:49:50 | 0:49:54 | |
It would mean working against the whole current of history. | 0:49:54 | 0:49:58 | |
I wouldn't ENTIRELY agree. Why are you smiling? | 0:49:58 | 0:50:04 | |
I can't imagine...except that when my thoughts about the future are PARTICULARLY gloomy, | 0:50:07 | 0:50:16 | |
I find myself feeling more and more light-hearted. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:21 | |
I suppose I've always fancied the idea of taking to the hills when the barbarian hordes take over. | 0:50:23 | 0:50:31 | |
I think I should enjoy that. | 0:50:33 | 0:50:35 | |
Randolph...lunch is served. | 0:50:35 | 0:50:39 | |
-Mm...? -LUNCH is served! -..Ah! | 0:50:39 | 0:50:43 | |
Minnie would hate that marginally more than I should. | 0:50:43 | 0:50:47 | |
She and I would have to stay and make friends with the barbarians. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:52 | |
Come and eat! | 0:50:52 | 0:50:55 | |
It'd be all right if we could get back. | 0:51:00 | 0:51:04 | |
The landlord invents the laws and the punishments! | 0:51:04 | 0:51:08 | |
If the land belonged to us all, there'd be no law of trespass. | 0:51:08 | 0:51:13 | |
< That means belongs to the government. | 0:51:13 | 0:51:17 | |
< Better work for the devil you know than for politicians! London trash! | 0:51:17 | 0:51:23 | |
That may be so of most, but not of Lloyd George. A man of the people. | 0:51:23 | 0:51:29 | |
-Welshman, isn't he? -So what? | 0:51:29 | 0:51:32 | |
We've had them round here. Welsh miners doing Derbyshire men out of work. | 0:51:32 | 0:51:40 | |
Never trust a bloody Welshman. Nor a gypsy, nor a Jew! | 0:51:40 | 0:51:44 | |
BEETLE...! ELFRIDA...! ELFRIDA BEETLE...! | 0:51:44 | 0:51:50 | |
ELRIDA...! ELFRIDA...! ELFRIDA...! | 0:51:52 | 0:51:58 | |
-Where's Osbert? -Osbert? | 0:51:58 | 0:52:00 | |
I expect by now he's searching for his duck. It was lost this morning. | 0:52:00 | 0:52:06 | |
If it should FAIL to appear, I'd feel honoured to provide a successor. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:13 | |
You're the kindest person in the world! | 0:52:13 | 0:52:17 | |
CICELY: ..Straightforward for a Zulu. | 0:52:17 | 0:52:21 | |
Zulus aren't cannibals. No? | 0:52:21 | 0:52:23 | |
-Granny, isn't it true Mr Kerr was eaten by cannibals? -Indeed, yes, poor man. | 0:52:23 | 0:52:31 | |
ELFRIDA...! | 0:52:31 | 0:52:34 | |
Elfrida! ..Elfrida Beetle! | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
Wouldn't it be lovely to live here always? | 0:52:52 | 0:52:57 | |
If I could have my books, and were in love with my companion and we could keep warm! | 0:52:57 | 0:53:04 | |
It would have to be an idyll for you, then. | 0:53:04 | 0:53:08 | |
-I wouldn't ask so much. I could be happy here alone. -It would be a waste. -Of what? -Of you. | 0:53:08 | 0:53:15 | |
It's no waste if I became wise. | 0:53:15 | 0:53:18 | |
We're meant to share our lives, not develop in isolation. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:21 | |
Besides, I think you're wise already. | 0:53:21 | 0:53:23 | |
You can't know me very well if you think that. | 0:53:23 | 0:53:27 | |
Then why do I feel as if I do? | 0:53:27 | 0:53:29 | |
-I don't know. -You know me too. You know everything about me. | 0:53:29 | 0:53:32 | |
-That's impossible! -Yes, but it's true. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:35 | |
We recognise each other because... | 0:53:35 | 0:53:38 | |
because our souls knew each other before. | 0:53:38 | 0:53:41 | |
-Where? -Oh, in heaven or somewhere. I don't know. | 0:53:41 | 0:53:44 | |
-You seem very sure. -I am. | 0:53:44 | 0:53:47 | |
Quite, quite sure. | 0:53:47 | 0:53:49 | |
-I think it's more as if... -< -What did I do with Lorna's leash? | 0:53:49 | 0:53:54 | |
Will you walk with me tomorrow? | 0:53:54 | 0:53:56 | |
Yes. | 0:53:56 | 0:53:58 | |
On your feet! We're moving! | 0:54:01 | 0:54:04 | |
Back to work! | 0:54:04 | 0:54:05 | |
Enough of that. | 0:54:05 | 0:54:07 | |
-< -Ah, look alive, boy! | 0:54:09 | 0:54:11 | |
-It's only a bit of scribble. -No, you have her to the life. | 0:54:17 | 0:54:21 | |
Thank you for sharing it with me. | 0:54:21 | 0:54:23 | |
That's a real talent, Glass. | 0:54:24 | 0:54:27 | |
I wish you'd let me put that boy through grammar school. | 0:54:27 | 0:54:30 | |
He's happy enough where he is. | 0:54:30 | 0:54:32 | |
He might get ideas above his station. | 0:54:32 | 0:54:34 | |
Oh, well, if you change your mind. | 0:54:34 | 0:54:36 | |
The offer is still there. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:38 | |
Whatever's the matter, Master Osbert? | 0:55:23 | 0:55:25 | |
Didn't you find your duck? | 0:55:26 | 0:55:29 | |
Oh, never mind. | 0:55:29 | 0:55:31 | |
Shooting's over. | 0:55:33 | 0:55:34 | |
But if she doesn't come back, they'll shoot her tomorrow. | 0:55:34 | 0:55:38 | |
Not if I've got anything to do with it they won't. | 0:55:38 | 0:55:41 | |
How will you stop them? | 0:55:41 | 0:55:43 | |
If she doesn't come back tonight, first thing in the morning, as soon as I've done me chores, | 0:55:44 | 0:55:49 | |
I'll come and help you find her. | 0:55:49 | 0:55:51 | |
Will you? Will you really? | 0:55:51 | 0:55:54 | |
Promise. They'll have to shoot us before they shoot her. | 0:55:55 | 0:55:58 | |
There. | 0:55:59 | 0:56:01 | |
You are a brick, Ellen. | 0:56:01 | 0:56:03 | |
Yeah. | 0:56:03 | 0:56:04 | |
I know all about that. | 0:56:04 | 0:56:06 | |
Now, get into your fancy dress before her ladyship starts creating. | 0:56:06 | 0:56:11 | |
HE PLAYS A JAUNTY TUNE | 0:56:13 | 0:56:15 | |
The Captain of the Pinafore! | 0:56:15 | 0:56:17 | |
Oh! | 0:56:22 | 0:56:24 | |
What are you supposed to be, Little Bo Peep? | 0:56:24 | 0:56:28 | |
That's quite enough! | 0:56:28 | 0:56:30 | |
Osbert, you are splendid. | 0:56:30 | 0:56:31 | |
-Absolutely splendid! -Very good, Osbert! | 0:56:31 | 0:56:34 | |
Who's next? | 0:56:36 | 0:56:37 | |
Is this right? | 0:56:37 | 0:56:38 | |
Spirit of Ragtime? | 0:56:38 | 0:56:40 | |
You bet! | 0:56:40 | 0:56:42 | |
Crikey! | 0:56:42 | 0:56:43 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:56:43 | 0:56:46 | |
Oscar Wilde. | 0:56:46 | 0:56:48 | |
Oh, dear. | 0:56:48 | 0:56:50 | |
-APPLAUSE -Not in the very best of taste. | 0:56:52 | 0:56:56 | |
Who's Oscar Wilde? | 0:56:56 | 0:56:58 | |
He wrote The Happy Prince, my dear. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:02 | |
Hmm. The butterfly and a bumble bee. | 0:57:02 | 0:57:06 | |
HE BUZZES | 0:57:06 | 0:57:08 | |
She's beautiful! | 0:57:10 | 0:57:12 | |
-She talked you into it, eh? -Afraid so! | 0:57:14 | 0:57:18 | |
-APPLAUSE -A wicked highwayman. | 0:57:18 | 0:57:20 | |
-APPLAUSE -Why is he wicked? I like him. | 0:57:27 | 0:57:30 | |
A classical tableau. | 0:57:30 | 0:57:33 | |
What is Marcus doing? | 0:57:35 | 0:57:37 | |
-He's being a statue. -But he's breathing. -Oh, I give up! | 0:57:37 | 0:57:42 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:57:42 | 0:57:44 | |
Der Rosenkavalier. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:46 | |
-Oh! -Isn't that dashing?! -Wunderbar! | 0:57:49 | 0:57:51 | |
What's he so pleased about? | 0:57:51 | 0:57:53 | |
-Himself. -Shut up, you. | 0:57:53 | 0:57:56 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:57:56 | 0:57:58 | |
La Dame aux Camelias... and Alfredo Germont. | 0:57:58 | 0:58:02 | |
< Just a minute! | 0:58:02 | 0:58:04 | |
Technical hitch! | 0:58:04 | 0:58:06 | |
-< Perhaps I could help you? -I think not. | 0:58:06 | 0:58:10 | |
Oh! | 0:58:10 | 0:58:11 | |
-Is she ill? -No, dear, she's acting. | 0:58:19 | 0:58:23 | |
Oh, Gilbert, you might have asked the children. | 0:58:26 | 0:58:29 | |
-They'd have found something in the dressing up box. -Humiliated! | 0:58:29 | 0:58:33 | |
Well, never mind. We must give away the prizes as it's past Violet's bedtime. | 0:58:34 | 0:58:40 | |
Now, darling, | 0:58:40 | 0:58:42 | |
here's a prize for the best-dressed lady and for the best gentleman | 0:58:42 | 0:58:47 | |
and now you must choose. | 0:58:47 | 0:58:49 | |
That's easy. Him. | 0:58:49 | 0:58:51 | |
And her. | 0:58:51 | 0:58:53 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:58:55 | 0:58:57 | |
-How did you choose, Violet? -Because they're the best! -Is there a prize for the judge? | 0:58:57 | 0:59:02 | |
Relieve me of that, will you? Gilbert, here's a prize for you. | 0:59:06 | 0:59:10 | |
-How kind of you! -Are you all right? | 0:59:10 | 0:59:12 | |
Yes, but if you would excuse me it's nothing a night's rest won't right. | 0:59:12 | 0:59:16 | |
-I'd like to do you justice tomorrow. -My dear fellow. -Night. -Good night. | 0:59:16 | 0:59:21 | |
POLITE CHATTER | 0:59:21 | 0:59:23 | |
He does have terrible headaches. | 0:59:23 | 0:59:25 | |
I've known a lot of men who shoot as much as Gilbert does to be afflicted by the same thing. | 0:59:25 | 0:59:30 | |
Osbert! | 0:59:33 | 0:59:34 | |
Violet?! | 0:59:34 | 0:59:36 | |
It's bedtime! | 0:59:36 | 0:59:38 | |
..Dora Davis and Lord Lucas. > | 0:59:38 | 0:59:41 | |
That's babyish. | 0:59:50 | 0:59:52 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:00:00 | 1:00:02 | |
-KNOCK AT DOOR -Yes? | 1:00:02 | 1:00:05 | |
-John Hoskins. -What did you think of my letter? | 1:00:14 | 1:00:18 | |
To tell you the truth... | 1:00:18 | 1:00:20 | |
I don't know. | 1:00:20 | 1:00:22 | |
I thought you'd like it. | 1:00:23 | 1:00:26 | |
I did at first...then somehow... Ouch! | 1:00:26 | 1:00:29 | |
What? | 1:00:29 | 1:00:31 | |
Well... | 1:00:31 | 1:00:33 | |
all them long words. | 1:00:33 | 1:00:35 | |
-Listen... -I need to think about it. | 1:00:35 | 1:00:38 | |
And you need to be off out of it before someone catches you here, | 1:00:39 | 1:00:43 | |
and we're both sacked without a reference between us. | 1:00:43 | 1:00:46 | |
We'll talk about it in the morning. | 1:00:46 | 1:00:48 | |
Not if you don't hop it now. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:50 | |
It's a lot of nonsense. | 1:01:11 | 1:01:13 | |
That's what it is. | 1:01:14 | 1:01:16 | |
A lot of bloomin' nonsense. | 1:01:18 | 1:01:20 | |
WALTZ PLAYS | 1:01:21 | 1:01:24 | |
Hello. > | 1:01:28 | 1:01:29 | |
Look. | 1:01:30 | 1:01:31 | |
Osbert's army. | 1:01:33 | 1:01:35 | |
Yes! | 1:01:35 | 1:01:37 | |
Sweet! | 1:01:43 | 1:01:44 | |
You said, "As if." | 1:01:52 | 1:01:54 | |
-As if what? -Today, at luncheon. | 1:01:54 | 1:01:57 | |
You didn't finish. | 1:01:57 | 1:01:59 | |
-I said we'd known each other before and you said, "It was as if..." -As if you...were my long-lost brother. | 1:01:59 | 1:02:08 | |
That puts me in my place! | 1:02:08 | 1:02:10 | |
-I'm so sorry if... -I love you. | 1:02:10 | 1:02:13 | |
I love you. | 1:02:14 | 1:02:16 | |
-I've been so stupid! -Oh, no. | 1:02:16 | 1:02:20 | |
I thought... | 1:02:21 | 1:02:23 | |
..it was just that we... | 1:02:26 | 1:02:28 | |
..liked each other. | 1:02:29 | 1:02:31 | |
That we had things in common. | 1:02:33 | 1:02:36 | |
And... | 1:02:37 | 1:02:38 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR | 1:02:45 | 1:02:48 | |
Bitch! | 1:03:09 | 1:03:10 | |
-Gilbert. -I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't mean to bother you. | 1:03:21 | 1:03:24 | |
Do you have any of those sachets - the ones the French doctor gave you? | 1:03:24 | 1:03:28 | |
My head is agony again. | 1:03:28 | 1:03:30 | |
Aren't they some terribly dangerous drug? | 1:03:30 | 1:03:34 | |
You ought to be careful, you know. | 1:03:34 | 1:03:36 | |
Who am I to know, anyway? I must have something. | 1:03:36 | 1:03:41 | |
You poor thing. | 1:03:41 | 1:03:43 | |
I...could stay a bit, if...you liked. | 1:03:54 | 1:03:57 | |
Oh, my dear, it's not one of our weeks. | 1:03:57 | 1:04:01 | |
Anyway, you need rest if you're going to do yourself justice tomorrow. | 1:04:02 | 1:04:08 | |
Well, you can't let people think | 1:04:08 | 1:04:10 | |
that Lionel Stephens is a better shot than you! | 1:04:10 | 1:04:14 | |
-You know how people love to talk. -Is that what people are saying? | 1:04:14 | 1:04:18 | |
Well, I don't know what they're saying. | 1:04:18 | 1:04:20 | |
-Don't be shocked. You know you've been thinking about it. -Nonsense! | 1:04:22 | 1:04:27 | |
What do they say? | 1:04:28 | 1:04:30 | |
Well, tell me what anyone has said. | 1:04:30 | 1:04:32 | |
I don't know! They're not saying anything! Don't yap at me, Gilbert! | 1:04:32 | 1:04:35 | |
I'm not yapping. Somebody must have said something, | 1:04:35 | 1:04:38 | |
-otherwise you wouldn't have thought it. -Yes, I would! | 1:04:38 | 1:04:42 | |
Why not? | 1:04:42 | 1:04:44 | |
-You never think about my shooting. -Of course I do! | 1:04:44 | 1:04:48 | |
At least I... | 1:04:49 | 1:04:52 | |
I do if I see anyone trying to be as good as you. | 1:04:52 | 1:04:55 | |
I may not be interested in all you do but I am loyal to you. | 1:04:55 | 1:04:59 | |
You know that! | 1:04:59 | 1:05:01 | |
I'll show them. | 1:05:05 | 1:05:06 | |
I'll get a good night's rest and I'll show them. You'll see. | 1:05:09 | 1:05:14 | |
You do that. | 1:05:14 | 1:05:16 | |
You can beat Lionel Stephens any day, the conceited young fool! | 1:05:16 | 1:05:19 | |
No, I don't think he's that. I'll beat him, though. | 1:05:19 | 1:05:23 | |
He is conceited. | 1:05:24 | 1:05:26 | |
And a prig! | 1:05:26 | 1:05:27 | |
You're only saying that because you're bored with Charles | 1:05:27 | 1:05:31 | |
and would have liked to flirt with Lionel but he's pre-occupied. | 1:05:31 | 1:05:35 | |
That's the sort of bitter remark we agreed not to make. | 1:05:38 | 1:05:41 | |
It wasn't meant to be bitter. I don't feel bitter. | 1:05:41 | 1:05:46 | |
Oh, don't try to sound pathetic! | 1:05:46 | 1:05:49 | |
We made an agreement and I have stuck to it. | 1:05:50 | 1:05:53 | |
You started it all with that disgusting old hag in Maida Vale. | 1:05:53 | 1:05:58 | |
It's quite usual for men to have distractions which don't affect their devotion to their wives. | 1:05:58 | 1:06:03 | |
My distractions don't affect my devotion to you. | 1:06:03 | 1:06:06 | |
I have never been disloyal to you. | 1:06:06 | 1:06:08 | |
And I have never let you down in public. | 1:06:08 | 1:06:11 | |
Now, please go - I'm getting a headache. | 1:06:11 | 1:06:14 | |
It must be infectious. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:16 | |
Yes, I'll go. | 1:06:16 | 1:06:18 | |
Thank you for these. | 1:06:23 | 1:06:25 | |
Come on! Come on, boy! | 1:06:39 | 1:06:41 | |
That's a good boy. | 1:06:41 | 1:06:43 | |
Here! | 1:06:43 | 1:06:44 | |
Heel! | 1:06:44 | 1:06:46 | |
Here, boy. | 1:06:47 | 1:06:48 | |
DOG BARKS | 1:06:59 | 1:07:01 | |
-Will you really ask me to stay? -I shall ask my mother to write to yours as soon as I get home. | 1:07:03 | 1:07:10 | |
-She can't speak Hungarian. -Nobody does. We speak French. | 1:07:10 | 1:07:14 | |
-Her French isn't good, either. -It is. It's tres convenable, according to mademoiselle. | 1:07:14 | 1:07:18 | |
Alors, vous vous comporterez tres bien. | 1:07:18 | 1:07:21 | |
Nous ferons du cheval, de la chasse meme, si vous voulez. | 1:07:21 | 1:07:25 | |
So we'll be going riding and hunting, will we? So there. | 1:07:28 | 1:07:31 | |
Not bad. | 1:07:31 | 1:07:33 | |
In the evening there'll be musicians and we can dance in the ballroom, | 1:07:33 | 1:07:38 | |
all surrounded by Venetian looking glasses. | 1:07:38 | 1:07:41 | |
-I think you would like to waltz there. -I know I should. | 1:07:44 | 1:07:47 | |
-You won't forget, will you, when you get home? -No. | 1:07:47 | 1:07:50 | |
I won't forget. | 1:07:50 | 1:07:52 | |
Elfreda Beetle! | 1:07:55 | 1:07:58 | |
Elfreda! | 1:08:02 | 1:08:04 | |
Elfreda Beetle! | 1:08:04 | 1:08:07 | |
LILBURN: They've been there with us. I was so intrigued because he's gonna give up money | 1:08:18 | 1:08:23 | |
and go into politics. Whether or not it's a good idea I'm not persuaded. | 1:08:23 | 1:08:27 | |
Because you know the Barlows at Rothermere, they're such good sorts. | 1:08:27 | 1:08:32 | |
Yes, we were there with the Charlesworths. | 1:08:32 | 1:08:35 | |
Of course you and Libby had left. | 1:08:35 | 1:08:37 | |
I thought she was looking quite dreadful the last time I saw her. | 1:08:37 | 1:08:41 | |
Talk at the club is that Raymond is drinking heavily again. | 1:08:43 | 1:08:47 | |
-He's in the right place, isn't he? -LAUGHTER | 1:08:47 | 1:08:49 | |
Things to do - | 1:08:49 | 1:08:52 | |
move off at about half past nine, say, | 1:08:52 | 1:08:55 | |
and we could take the duck at the end of the morning | 1:08:55 | 1:08:59 | |
if that would, er, amuse any of you. | 1:08:59 | 1:09:02 | |
-Ah, Aline. -Good morning. | 1:09:02 | 1:09:04 | |
-Slept well, Gilbert? -Very well. | 1:09:04 | 1:09:07 | |
Morning, Gilbert! | 1:09:07 | 1:09:09 | |
..They are a strange bunch. They all look so dago. | 1:09:11 | 1:09:15 | |
They look so Spanish. They say they're Cornish. | 1:09:15 | 1:09:19 | |
-..I think it's a result of... -Bob? -..Armada survivors. | 1:09:19 | 1:09:22 | |
And, erm... | 1:09:22 | 1:09:24 | |
too many willing Cornish dames. | 1:09:24 | 1:09:27 | |
My dear... | 1:09:27 | 1:09:29 | |
Oh, thank you. | 1:09:29 | 1:09:32 | |
Darling, suppose there are some other people somewhere, | 1:09:33 | 1:09:38 | |
people we don't know. | 1:09:38 | 1:09:40 | |
What sort of people? | 1:09:40 | 1:09:42 | |
Oh...perfectly charming people, really delightful. | 1:09:42 | 1:09:46 | |
Intelligent, amusing, civilised... | 1:09:46 | 1:09:48 | |
And...we don't know them. | 1:09:48 | 1:09:51 | |
And nobody we know knows them, | 1:09:51 | 1:09:53 | |
and they don't know us or anybody who knows us... | 1:09:53 | 1:09:57 | |
Well, let's hope it's impossible, | 1:09:59 | 1:10:01 | |
but even if it were possible, | 1:10:01 | 1:10:04 | |
I don't think I'd want to know such people | 1:10:04 | 1:10:07 | |
because I don't think I'd find anything in common with them. | 1:10:07 | 1:10:12 | |
-Will you walk with me today? -I'm sorry, Bob, but I... | 1:10:15 | 1:10:19 | |
promised to walk with Lionel. | 1:10:19 | 1:10:21 | |
Fine. Never mind, we'll have plenty of other opportunities. | 1:10:21 | 1:10:25 | |
I wanted to remind you of how we ordinary mortals shoot. | 1:10:25 | 1:10:28 | |
It's a sport, Bob, not a duel we're engaged in. | 1:10:28 | 1:10:32 | |
That's a welcome assurance, Stephens. | 1:10:35 | 1:10:38 | |
-Tom? -Huh? | 1:10:47 | 1:10:49 | |
Matches? | 1:10:49 | 1:10:51 | |
Good day, Sir Randolph. | 1:10:51 | 1:10:54 | |
< Good day, Sir Randolph. | 1:10:54 | 1:10:56 | |
-Briggs. -Good day, Sir Randolph. -Sutcliffe. -Sir Randolph. | 1:10:56 | 1:10:58 | |
-Dodds. -Sir Randolph. | 1:10:58 | 1:11:00 | |
We'd best be on our way. | 1:11:00 | 1:11:02 | |
Here, my matches! | 1:11:02 | 1:11:03 | |
-How are you keeping, Harker? -Can't complain, sir. | 1:11:03 | 1:11:07 | |
-His mercies are manifold. -Yes, indeed they are. | 1:11:07 | 1:11:10 | |
That was a very good piece of work you did on that roof in Hamlingham. | 1:11:10 | 1:11:15 | |
Why, thank you, sir. | 1:11:15 | 1:11:17 | |
Rooks. My first job scaring them, age of eight. | 1:11:17 | 1:11:20 | |
-Rook pie, you don't want too much of it. -Sorry, Sir Randolph... | 1:11:20 | 1:11:26 | |
I see you've got one of your favourite characters beating today. | 1:11:27 | 1:11:32 | |
-Against my better judgement, Sir Randolph. -I like him. | 1:11:32 | 1:11:36 | |
Get over there. Wait for me. | 1:11:36 | 1:11:39 | |
Him and me are counting, all right. | 1:11:40 | 1:11:43 | |
We're gonna smash the other fellow today. | 1:11:43 | 1:11:46 | |
-You keep a lookout. If Sir Randolph catches you... -Bugger that. | 1:11:46 | 1:11:50 | |
I suppose he is really one of the best-looking people one knows. | 1:11:53 | 1:11:57 | |
-Oh, who? -Lionel Stephens. | 1:11:57 | 1:12:00 | |
He has such a sensitive face. | 1:12:00 | 1:12:03 | |
"Like Phoebus Apollo turned fasting friar." | 1:12:03 | 1:12:07 | |
What? | 1:12:07 | 1:12:09 | |
George Meredith. | 1:12:09 | 1:12:11 | |
In The Egoist, the hero - I can't remember his name - | 1:12:11 | 1:12:15 | |
-the er...the man she loves... Not The Egoist. -Oh. | 1:12:15 | 1:12:20 | |
Can't think what you mean. | 1:12:20 | 1:12:22 | |
Oh, you do sound cross. | 1:12:22 | 1:12:25 | |
I am cross, your friend Lionel Stephens has been annoying. | 1:12:25 | 1:12:28 | |
For some unknown reason he's setting himself up in competition with me. | 1:12:28 | 1:12:32 | |
Well, you've got all the day to beat him in. | 1:12:32 | 1:12:34 | |
I can't shoot any more birds than I'm shooting already. | 1:12:34 | 1:12:37 | |
Well, you'll have to try a bit harder. | 1:12:37 | 1:12:41 | |
Poach a bit or something. | 1:12:42 | 1:12:44 | |
Why not? It's more fun. | 1:12:44 | 1:12:46 | |
I don't see why Lionel Stephens should get everything his own way. | 1:12:46 | 1:12:50 | |
Everyone else stand still when we stand still. | 1:12:53 | 1:12:56 | |
Then you move forward, taking your cue from Tom and Walter. | 1:12:56 | 1:13:01 | |
Now we do the same again three or four times till we get to the end. | 1:13:01 | 1:13:05 | |
Now you can be stop. BEATERS: Yeah! | 1:13:05 | 1:13:08 | |
And I don't care if it is favouritism. | 1:13:08 | 1:13:10 | |
He may not see shooting like we'll see today, | 1:13:10 | 1:13:13 | |
-not even if he lives to be 100. Eh? -Yeah. -Right. | 1:13:13 | 1:13:17 | |
Everyone clear? BEATERS: Yes. | 1:13:17 | 1:13:20 | |
Off we go, then. | 1:13:20 | 1:13:22 | |
What I said last night... I shouldn't have said it. | 1:13:39 | 1:13:42 | |
Don't let it mean that you change, that you avoid me. | 1:13:42 | 1:13:46 | |
It's wrong to avoid things, or not to recognise them. | 1:13:46 | 1:13:50 | |
-That was what it was all the time. -All the time. | 1:13:50 | 1:13:54 | |
That was what it was. | 1:13:55 | 1:13:58 | |
That is what it IS. | 1:13:59 | 1:14:01 | |
I love you, too. | 1:14:03 | 1:14:04 | |
Mr Stephens, sir. Over on the left. Your bird, sir. | 1:14:04 | 1:14:09 | |
GUNSHOTS | 1:14:16 | 1:14:19 | |
They're going to shoot her, Ellen. Going to shoot her. | 1:14:42 | 1:14:46 | |
We'll find her. Don't you worry. | 1:14:46 | 1:14:48 | |
They're 15 ahead now, m'lord. | 1:15:12 | 1:15:14 | |
Oh, beater, God. | 1:16:02 | 1:16:04 | |
All out, Sir Randolph. | 1:16:11 | 1:16:14 | |
< Aaargh! | 1:16:21 | 1:16:23 | |
'Ere, what's going on over there, then? | 1:16:24 | 1:16:27 | |
He's been shot! | 1:16:27 | 1:16:29 | |
< He's been shot! | 1:16:29 | 1:16:31 | |
Stay where you are. | 1:16:32 | 1:16:35 | |
Oh, dear, Gilbert has over-reached himself. | 1:16:37 | 1:16:40 | |
MAN GROANS | 1:16:48 | 1:16:50 | |
Keep back! Don't crowd! | 1:16:50 | 1:16:52 | |
Out! | 1:16:52 | 1:16:54 | |
I thought it was you. | 1:16:54 | 1:16:56 | |
You was stop, wasn't you? | 1:16:56 | 1:16:59 | |
Tom said one stop wasn't enough. | 1:16:59 | 1:17:02 | |
< My eyes. I don't want to lose my eyes! | 1:17:02 | 1:17:04 | |
Take your hands away so we can have a look at you. | 1:17:04 | 1:17:07 | |
There you are... Yes. | 1:17:07 | 1:17:10 | |
TOM PANTS | 1:17:10 | 1:17:12 | |
Hold this up to your face with your left hand. | 1:17:12 | 1:17:16 | |
Who's the fastest runner here? | 1:17:18 | 1:17:20 | |
-I am, sir. -Ah, well run as fast as you can | 1:17:20 | 1:17:23 | |
to Dr West and bring him here. | 1:17:23 | 1:17:25 | |
Go with him, Walter. | 1:17:25 | 1:17:28 | |
-Can one do anything? -I don't think so, sir, I'm going for the doctor. | 1:17:28 | 1:17:31 | |
Oh, God. | 1:17:31 | 1:17:34 | |
Better tell the men to go home. All of them. | 1:17:34 | 1:17:36 | |
There's nothing they can do here. | 1:17:36 | 1:17:38 | |
Get some of them to make a litter, you know, to carry him on. | 1:17:38 | 1:17:43 | |
Right, you lot. Off you go! | 1:17:43 | 1:17:46 | |
And the rest of you, come with me. | 1:17:46 | 1:17:48 | |
And Lionel, tell them everything is under control here. | 1:17:48 | 1:17:51 | |
The best thing they can do is to go home. | 1:17:51 | 1:17:55 | |
Get a message to bring the car. | 1:17:55 | 1:17:58 | |
Right-oh. | 1:17:58 | 1:17:59 | |
When the time comes I'll go, | 1:17:59 | 1:18:02 | |
but I don't want to be a blind man. | 1:18:02 | 1:18:04 | |
Of course not. | 1:18:04 | 1:18:05 | |
Don't worry, Dr West will come here soon. | 1:18:05 | 1:18:10 | |
Awful thing to happen. | 1:18:10 | 1:18:12 | |
..Yes. | 1:18:16 | 1:18:18 | |
It was woodcock. | 1:18:21 | 1:18:23 | |
I'd no chance of getting it unless I swung fast. | 1:18:23 | 1:18:26 | |
Of course, I'd no idea that the man was so close. | 1:18:26 | 1:18:30 | |
-TOM GROANS -Oh, Tom... | 1:18:30 | 1:18:32 | |
I'll make it all right for you. | 1:18:32 | 1:18:34 | |
Financially, I mean. | 1:18:38 | 1:18:40 | |
You weren't shooting like a gentleman, Gilbert. | 1:18:40 | 1:18:45 | |
TOM CRIES OUT | 1:18:45 | 1:18:47 | |
What are you doing sitting there? We'll need some sacking. | 1:18:47 | 1:18:51 | |
-Is the man badly hurt? -Caught him in the face, sir. | 1:18:51 | 1:18:55 | |
-Dr West's been sent for. -Blinded? Expensive. | 1:18:55 | 1:18:59 | |
I suppose we'd better be getting back to the house if there's nothing we can do here. | 1:18:59 | 1:19:04 | |
Oh, they're not going to shoot the duck? | 1:19:04 | 1:19:07 | |
My dear Aline, a man has been shot in the face. | 1:19:15 | 1:19:18 | |
It's not as if he's just been peppered, you know. | 1:19:18 | 1:19:21 | |
Oh... | 1:19:24 | 1:19:26 | |
The poor creature, they've shot it already. | 1:19:26 | 1:19:30 | |
You poor thing, we'll get you another one. | 1:19:30 | 1:19:34 | |
-It's alive. -Course it's alive. It's tired, that's all. | 1:19:35 | 1:19:40 | |
Like you, my dear, I think she's a survivor. | 1:19:40 | 1:19:43 | |
-Who are the water sprites, pray? -God knows. | 1:19:46 | 1:19:51 | |
I think my place is with our hostess. | 1:19:54 | 1:19:58 | |
And yours is with your husband. | 1:19:58 | 1:20:01 | |
You dear old-fashioned thing. | 1:20:06 | 1:20:08 | |
Is it getting dark? | 1:20:10 | 1:20:12 | |
Yes, it's beginning to get dark. | 1:20:15 | 1:20:17 | |
No window. | 1:20:17 | 1:20:19 | |
Another breath of wind. | 1:20:19 | 1:20:22 | |
A dark night, a dry wind, and you'll get rabbits. | 1:20:22 | 1:20:26 | |
-No wind, no rabbits, I always say. -Come on, now, Tom, remember who you're talking to. | 1:20:26 | 1:20:34 | |
I remember, I remember. | 1:20:34 | 1:20:35 | |
Is it dark? | 1:20:39 | 1:20:42 | |
It's not very dark yet, Tom. | 1:20:42 | 1:20:44 | |
Looks dark to me. | 1:20:44 | 1:20:47 | |
It's getting dark to me. | 1:20:47 | 1:20:50 | |
My beliefs are that the bullet has penetrated the brain and I feel it so. | 1:20:51 | 1:20:56 | |
You shan't have long to wait, Tom. | 1:20:56 | 1:20:59 | |
The doctor must be here soon. | 1:20:59 | 1:21:01 | |
Osbert! Osbert! | 1:21:03 | 1:21:06 | |
Who's been hurt? | 1:21:06 | 1:21:09 | |
Tom Harker. | 1:21:09 | 1:21:12 | |
Who'll look after his dog if he is dead? | 1:21:12 | 1:21:15 | |
He is not dead. | 1:21:15 | 1:21:19 | |
Go home, I'll find someone and make sure they look after the dog. | 1:21:19 | 1:21:23 | |
-Promise? -I promise. Go on. Run. | 1:21:23 | 1:21:26 | |
HE GROANS | 1:21:30 | 1:21:33 | |
It can't be long, Tom, before the doctor comes. | 1:21:34 | 1:21:38 | |
Where's that flask again? | 1:21:38 | 1:21:40 | |
Here, Tom, sip. | 1:21:43 | 1:21:45 | |
HE COUGHS | 1:21:45 | 1:21:48 | |
Alcohol never interested me. | 1:21:49 | 1:21:52 | |
-I've seen what it can do to a man. -This is medicinal, Tom. | 1:21:52 | 1:21:56 | |
A smoke, I'd like. | 1:21:56 | 1:21:58 | |
A smoke and a chat is a sociable thing. | 1:21:58 | 1:22:01 | |
I've seen too many men brought old by drink and gambling. | 1:22:01 | 1:22:06 | |
Stay quiet, I would, Tom. | 1:22:06 | 1:22:09 | |
Relax. | 1:22:09 | 1:22:11 | |
That's what you want to do. | 1:22:11 | 1:22:13 | |
Don't try to talk. | 1:22:13 | 1:22:15 | |
"Not talk", he says! | 1:22:15 | 1:22:17 | |
I've all eternity not to talk, haven't I? | 1:22:17 | 1:22:22 | |
That's tobacco, that is. | 1:22:31 | 1:22:34 | |
Turkish, I shouldn't wonder. | 1:22:34 | 1:22:36 | |
Yes, it's Turkish. | 1:22:36 | 1:22:38 | |
That's fine tobacco, that is. | 1:22:38 | 1:22:42 | |
If I'm to go, I might as well smoke. | 1:22:44 | 1:22:48 | |
It gives me some strength, to replace what I feel, | 1:22:49 | 1:22:54 | |
draining out of me. | 1:22:54 | 1:22:56 | |
Draining out of me! | 1:22:56 | 1:22:59 | |
Mr Glass? | 1:22:59 | 1:23:03 | |
I know it's not really important but I promised Osbert I'd ask to make sure someone looked after Tom's dog. | 1:23:12 | 1:23:19 | |
I'll see to it myself, miss. | 1:23:19 | 1:23:22 | |
Tell Master Osbert not to worry. | 1:23:22 | 1:23:24 | |
Give me your prayer, sir. | 1:23:24 | 1:23:26 | |
Don't deny me that, | 1:23:26 | 1:23:29 | |
it's your way to pray. | 1:23:29 | 1:23:31 | |
It's you that orders up the prayers in church. | 1:23:31 | 1:23:34 | |
The vicar only prays what prayers you tell him. | 1:23:34 | 1:23:38 | |
Even I know that that hardly crosses the doorstep of the church from year to year. | 1:23:38 | 1:23:43 | |
Say a prayer, sir. | 1:23:45 | 1:23:46 | |
I'll say amen. | 1:23:46 | 1:23:49 | |
I'll say a prayer, Tom, if that's what you want... | 1:23:50 | 1:23:53 | |
Oh...almighty and er... | 1:23:56 | 1:23:59 | |
most merciful God, | 1:23:59 | 1:24:01 | |
of Thy bountiful goodness, keep us we beseech Thee from all things that may hurt us, | 1:24:01 | 1:24:07 | |
that we being ready in body and soul may... | 1:24:07 | 1:24:13 | |
cheerfully accomplish those things that Thou would us have done. | 1:24:13 | 1:24:16 | |
So Jesus Christ, our Lord, amen. | 1:24:21 | 1:24:24 | |
Amen. | 1:24:24 | 1:24:26 | |
Amen, I say. | 1:24:26 | 1:24:28 | |
Amen, amen, amen. | 1:24:28 | 1:24:31 | |
I should have stopped you, such a scene is not suitable for a young girl. | 1:24:31 | 1:24:36 | |
As a matter of fact, there is nothing that is not suitable for a young girl, | 1:24:36 | 1:24:40 | |
-not even murder. -Come, Cicely, this was an accident. -Accidental murder, then. | 1:24:40 | 1:24:45 | |
He was only a peasant. | 1:24:45 | 1:24:47 | |
Thing is you see, that we all knew him. | 1:24:47 | 1:24:51 | |
When you come and visit me, in Hungary... | 1:24:53 | 1:24:56 | |
Oh, I think I shall never visit you in Hungary. | 1:24:56 | 1:24:59 | |
Don't stop, sir, I beg you. | 1:25:10 | 1:25:13 | |
More prayers, more. | 1:25:13 | 1:25:14 | |
More prayers. | 1:25:14 | 1:25:17 | |
We could... | 1:25:17 | 1:25:19 | |
We could say the Lord's Prayer, Tom. | 1:25:20 | 1:25:23 | |
Our Father which art in heaven... | 1:25:25 | 1:25:28 | |
-Our Father which art in heaven... -Hallowed be thy name. | 1:25:28 | 1:25:32 | |
Hallowed be thy name. | 1:25:32 | 1:25:34 | |
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, | 1:25:34 | 1:25:37 | |
On Earth as it is in Heaven... | 1:25:37 | 1:25:39 | |
On Earth as it is in Heaven. | 1:25:39 | 1:25:42 | |
-Give us this day our daily bread... -Give us this day our daily bread... | 1:25:42 | 1:25:46 | |
-And forgive us our trespasses... -TOM MURMURS | 1:25:46 | 1:25:48 | |
As we forgive those who trespass against us. | 1:25:48 | 1:25:52 | |
Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil, | 1:25:54 | 1:25:58 | |
for Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, | 1:25:58 | 1:26:02 | |
-forever and ever, amen. -Amen. | 1:26:02 | 1:26:06 | |
Oh, Lord, into Thy hands, I commend my spirit. | 1:26:09 | 1:26:13 | |
My spirit... | 1:26:13 | 1:26:15 | |
God save the British Empire. | 1:26:21 | 1:26:24 | |
Tom, it's all right. | 1:26:29 | 1:26:31 | |
It's the doctor coming. | 1:26:31 | 1:26:33 | |
BIRDSONG | 1:27:32 | 1:27:34 | |
I could have prevented it. | 1:27:36 | 1:27:38 | |
No. | 1:27:38 | 1:27:40 | |
-If I'd refused to join in that absurd rivalry. -He provoked you. | 1:27:40 | 1:27:43 | |
HE SIGHS | 1:27:43 | 1:27:45 | |
I wasn't as insane as he was, | 1:27:45 | 1:27:48 | |
but I was reckless, I was carried away. | 1:27:48 | 1:27:52 | |
Because of what we were talking about. | 1:27:52 | 1:27:55 | |
-Perhaps. -Yes. | 1:27:55 | 1:27:57 | |
We were talking about something that was impossible as if it were possible. | 1:27:59 | 1:28:05 | |
-It was still true. -Yes. | 1:28:05 | 1:28:07 | |
But we have to live in the real world, | 1:28:08 | 1:28:11 | |
a world with other people in it. | 1:28:11 | 1:28:14 | |
It is still true that we love each other. | 1:28:17 | 1:28:20 | |
Oh, yes. | 1:28:20 | 1:28:21 | |
It is true. | 1:28:21 | 1:28:24 | |
Looking across this wasteland, where no birds sing, | 1:29:18 | 1:29:22 | |
my mind keeps going back to that shooting party at Nettleby. | 1:29:22 | 1:29:26 | |
Perhaps it was a premonition. | 1:29:26 | 1:29:29 | |
I know only that it was then that for me, killing of any kind ceased to be a sport. | 1:29:29 | 1:29:34 | |
And in this past year I have done nothing but seek to kill my fellow man before he kills me. | 1:29:34 | 1:29:41 | |
And maybe that crackpot Cardew has the last laugh in the end. | 1:29:41 | 1:29:45 | |
By loving me, you made me out to be a better thing altogether than I am. | 1:29:46 | 1:29:52 | |
So much so, that then the strange thought crossed my mind that if you have illusions, | 1:29:52 | 1:29:58 | |
perhaps I have them too. | 1:29:58 | 1:30:00 | |
And perhaps you are less perfect than I think you. | 1:30:00 | 1:30:03 | |
And when I stopped scolding myself for the baseness of that idea, | 1:30:03 | 1:30:08 | |
I thought any way... | 1:30:08 | 1:30:10 | |
any way, my dearest and most adored Olivia, | 1:30:10 | 1:30:14 | |
while we can for as long as we can, | 1:30:14 | 1:30:18 | |
oh, let us believe. | 1:30:18 | 1:30:21 | |
Subtitles by Laura Moodie Red Bee Media Ltd 2007 | 1:32:22 | 1:32:26 | |
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