Candleshoe Page #2
- G
- Year:
- 1977
- 101 min
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Play her the tune, Clara.
Hear them?
What is it?
That part is your passport to
Candleshoe.
Kidneys and liver, you can't
eat them.
You also do not like spinach, cabbage
and boiled fish.
Who does?
You do like bananas, short bread and
rice pudding.
Rice pudding?
You adore it.
And you can't eat strawberries.
They bring you out in a rash.
Check.
Dear Lady St. Edmund,
I'm writing to you on a personal
and confidential matter.
Recently, I was in the city of
Los Angeles.
You had two stuffed animals.
And you call them Teddy and
Piggy Wig.
I think I am going to throw up.
Teddy and Piggy Wig!
Teddy and Piggy Wig!
And your mother's favourite scent
was lilac.
Respectfully Yours.
Harold W. Bundage
Esquire.
Dear Lady St. Edmund,
Dear Mr. Bundage,
I am writing to you. You are not
to have discovered my granddaughter.
And I daresay you will not be the last.
However, if you care to bring the
child to Candleshoe next Tuesday,
I'm perfectly willing
to meet her.
The dame seems to be eager. Just
let it drop out all the things you
remember.
Feel you've seen the old lady before with
all that seems familiar, and then hint the secret
hiding place.
All right, Harry.
Now as soon as you settled in, you
start looking for the second clue
straight off.
And do you remember the first one?
Yeah.
For the sunrise student there is
treasure among the books.
Don't you memorise it?
For the sunrise student there is treasure
among the books, Okay?
Now what I figure is that the second
clue should be somewhere in the library
Yeah. Where in the library?
You stupid little nit, if I knew where,
I wouldn't be sending you
look for it, Would I?
You just have to go through every
book to find it.
Oh, me?
There it is, Candleshoe.
What a shack!
Remember, you like banana, short bread
and rice pudding.
And I hate liver, spinach,and boiled fish,
relax, Harry.
Right.
Right.
Harry, Harold W. Bundage to see
the lady St. Edmund by appointment,
Yes, ladyship is expecting you,
sir.
Your hat, sir.
If you wait here for a moment,
I'll tell her ladyship you've arrived.
Ah, there he is.
Captain Joshua St. Edmund himself.
What if he was clever with his gold
and his clues?
But he didn't know he was coming up
against Harry Bundage.
We'll see who comes out on top,
you know me.
You step this way,
her ladyship will see you now.
Be careful for your step, sir.
Four hundred years polishing, it is
a trifling slippery.
You ought to have a warning.
Yes, sir. Thank you, it will
be suggested to her ladyship.
Mr. Bundage, my lady.
How do you do Mr. Bundage?
Charmed, I'm sure.
This is Miss Brown, Miss
Casey Brown.
Hi.
How do you do?
Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
Thank you, indeed.
Vow, what did you get out here?
How many rooms?
I haven't counted them.
Would you serve the tea, please,
Priory?
Tea, Mr. Bundage?
Oh, yes, please.
How do you like it?
Milk, please, and two teeny meeny lumps.
Miss Brown?
Oh, you got a cherry cola?
I'm afraid not, my lady.
A glass of lemonade, perhaps.
Eh, right, lemonade would be fine.
Now, then, Mr. Bundage?
Ah, well, my lady, I'm a private
investigator. I was engaged to a case of
fifteen year old girl who ran away
from her aptolis angelis. And quite by
chance I came across
a dossier of this little girl. She has a
scar on her forehead and another on
her shoulder.
I understand your little granddaughter
injured her head when she fell off a pony
and tore her shoulder one some
barbed wire.
Thanks.
So you brought her to me. I wonder
why? There is no reward, you know.
It would be sufficient reward for me
your ladyship to know that I restored
your long lost daughter to you.
Yes, now, child,
let me look at you.
Your spectacles, my lady.
Oh, thank you, Priory.
I've, what is called, "failing eyesight".
No, no, everything is fine.
Do you get some strawberries, Miss?
Yeah, I love them. But I can't eat them.
I break out the hides all over the place.
I always have.
I will have one of those cookies, though.
A piece of short bread perhaps?
Oh, that's what it is.
Well, I've never had any,
but I'll try anything once, right?
Mr. Bundage said that you were four
years old when you were found.
Do you remember your parents?
No.
That stuff is not bad.
What is that, Priory?
Oh, I beg your pardon, my lady. I thought
perhaps Miss Brown cannot eat strawberry,
she might care for per condie
That looks like rice pudding.
Sanrm, yle.
What do you know? I'm crazy about this
stuff.
Even at home I couldn't get enough of it,
all the other kids used to hate it.
Have you got a spoon?
Yes, of course, Miss.
Priory, I think, we could do with some
hot water.
Very good, my lady.
Excuse me for a moment.
Priory!
Yes, my lady.
Ah.
Eat it.
I can't, I had enough.
Strawberries, short bread and rice pudding.
That is rather unscrupulous of you, Priory.
You are quite right, my lady.
Most unscrupulous.
You just let things take their course,
shall we, Priory.
Uh, uh, delicious.
More tea, Mr. Bundage?
No, thank you, your ladyship,
I'm quite content.
Why do you keep staring at my
fireplace?
Oh, I don't know, I guess I must have
seen another one just like it some place
before,
except what I saw had a kind of hole
in it.
A hole?
Yeah, I used to hide things there.
Ah, well. It must have been a movie
I saw in a TV show.
Listen. I got to say this, you seem
like a really nice old lady and everything,
but I ain't your granddaughter.
What makes you say that?
Oh, I don't know, I just know it,
I mean, I have never seen you before
in my life.
All right. The truth is this guy over here
comes to me and he says, he thought
that I was that little girl, the other one got lost, and
he says, he has got to bring me to England
to see you.
I figured why not. You know, ride on a plane,
What if I get to lose. But that
is all there is to it.
I see.
Yeah, sorry, put you down anything.
Yes, we better split, ha?
I myself am awfully sorry, ladyship. I wished
you had been convinced.
Thanks for the lemonade and rice
pudding, ha.
See you.
Bye bye.
Ah?
You did that on purpose. You rotten
little scump. You deliberately shut the
whole thing, straight at the start...
Priory?
Is there a loose brick in the fireplace?
Loose brick, he? I don't think so.
How very odd!
Stay cool, Harry, relax.
Cool, relax? When I think of
the money I spent,
fares, expenditures and what I
paid to bloodsucker Jenkins.
You gave him a bum cheque,
you probably stiffed the hotel, too.
Oh, you wake like a jewel.
Harry!
Mr. Bundage!
Mr. Bundage, Mr. Bundage!
What is that?
Mr. Bundage, Her ladyship says, would
you step inside again for a moment.
You and the young lady.
Why, certainly, I'd be glad to.
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