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YOU KNOW.
YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF ALL
THAT BEFORE YOU RANG THE FIRE BELL.
BUT I DIDN' DO IT PURPOSELY.
I WAS UNCONSCIOUS.
JUDGING FROM YOUR SCHOLASTIC
RECORD, I SHOULD THINK IT...
EXTREMELY DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO DETERMINE
WHETHER YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS OR NOT.
I ASSURE YOU, SIR,
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
I TRIPPED.
I- I HAVE WITNESSES.
AND WHO ARE THE WITNESSES?
WELL, CHARLES WYKEHAM
AND JACK CHESNEY.
WYKEHAM AND CHESNEY? THEY'RE
TWO VERY REPUTABLE GENTLEMEN.
OH, I'M SURE THEY WILL, SIR.
THEY WERE RIGHT THERE
WHEN IT HAPPENED,
AND I KNOW I CAN
REFRESH THEIR MEMORY.
VERY WELL. BRING THEM HERE A HALF-PAST 10:00 IN THE MORNING.
IF THEY CORROBORATE YOUR
STORY, I'LL RECONSIDER. IF NOT-
OH, THANK YOU, SIR. THANK
YOU SO MUCH. GOOD DAY.
GOOD DAY, SIR.
GOOD DAY.
DID HE SAY 10:
00OR HALF-PAST?
MY NECK!
SO AS YOUR SOLICITOR, DONNA
LUCIA, I THOUGHT IT ONLY FAIR...
TO ACQUAINT YOU WITH THE
FACTS. AND I'M MOST GRATEFUL.
OF COURSE, I DON'T MIND
CHARLEY FALLING IN LOVE,
BUT AS HIS ONLY LIVING RELATIVE,
I DO HOPE IT'S THE RIGHT GIRL.
EXACTLY. NOW, I DON'T SAY THAT THE
GIRL IS A FORTUNE-HUNTER, MIND YOU,
BUT I WOULDN'T PUT I BEYOND HER GUARDIAN.
MR. SPETTIGUE'S REPUTATION
IS NONE TOO SAVORY.
IF I COULD ONLY:
MEET THE YOUNG LADY...
- SUPPOSE I WENT INCOGNITO?
- SPLENDID.
YES, BUT HOW WOULD I
GET ABOUT UNESCORTED?
OH, I CAN FIX THAT.
NEPHEW, LORD FANCOURT BABBERLY,
AROUND OXFORD.
YES?
OH, NO. NO.
- NO?
- NO, THAT WON'T DO.
BUT DON'T TELL HIM WHO
I AM. SAY THAT I'M, UH-
I'M, UH,
MRS. BEVERLY SMITH.
RIPPING! OH-
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
WELL, I'M JUST THINKING-
"SMITH. SMITH."
RATHER AN ORDINARY NAME...
FOR A FIRM OF OUR REPUTATION TO
BE CONNECTED WITH, DON'T YOU THINK?
WELL, HOW ABOU MRS. BEVERLY SMYTHE?
OH, NOW-
NOW, THAT'S MUCH BETTER.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU SO MUCH.
OH, JACK?
I SAY, JACK?
OH, JACK?
HELLO, CHARLEY.
DID YOU MEET MY UNCLE?
I MEAN, YOUR AUNT?
NO. SHE WASN'T ON THE
11:
00. WELL, THAT'S TOO BAD.I HOPE SHE, UH-
I HOPE SHE ISN'T LOST.
SHE'LL PROBABLY BE IN
ON THE 12:
15.NOW, BABBS, THAT'S NO VERY SPORTING OF YOU.
YOU SAID I MIGHT KEEP I OVER THE WEEKEND. I DID NOT.
AND BESIDES, I WANT TO HAVE MY INITIALS
PUT ON IT. THAT CAN WAIT TILL MONDAY.
JACK, LOOK OUT!
THAT'S MY BAG.
CHARLEY, THAT'S MY BAG.
LOOK OUT.
YOUR CRUMPET.
YOU MIGHT HAVE:
CRACKED THE LEATHER.
I SAY, YOU ARE IN A TEMPER. WHA HAPPENED? DID OLD REDCLIFFE FINE YOU?
FINE ME? HE'S GONNA SEND ME DOWN. WHAT?
YOU'D THINK YOUNG STAFFORD WOULD BE SPOR ENOUGH TO ADMIT HE'D KNOCKED YOU OUT.
I TRIPPED-
AND I'VE GOT WITNESSES
TO PROVE IT. REALLY? WHO?
YOU AND CHARLEY.
ME?
I WASN'T ANYWHERE NEAR THE PLACE.
AND I WAS ON THE CRICKET FIELD.
YOU WERE BOTH SITTING
ON THE TOP STEP,
AND DON'T FORGET THAT IN
REDCLIFFE'S OFFICE TOMORROW.
SO THAT'S IT.
OH, NOW I REMEMBER.
WE WERE SITTING ON
THE TOP STEP. EXACTLY.
YES, AND I WAS SITTING IN
YOUR LAP. OH, STOP SPOOFING.
OH, I SAY, CHARLEY. YOU CAN' BE THERE TOMORROW MORNING.
OH, NO. OF COURSE. I SHALL
BUT, CHARLEY- AND I'VE GO TO SEE THE VICE-CHANCELLOR.
FELLOWS, YOU CAN'T DO THIS.
IT'S A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH.
IF YOU'RE NOT THERE
TOMORROW, I'LL BE SENT DOWN,
AND THEN MY UNCLE WON' TAKE ME INTO THE FIRM.
AND THEN MY FAMILY WILL SEND ME BACK
TO THAT SHEEP RANCH IN NEW ZEALAND.
AND WHEN I ARRIVE THERE, THEY'LL ALL
BE WAITING FOR ME AND CALLING TO ME.
WHO?
THE SHEEP-
THIRTY-FIVE THOUSAND
DIRTY, SMELLY SHEEP.
"BABBS! BABBS!"
WHAT'S SO FUNNY
ABOUT THAT?
WE WERE ONLY JOKING.
DON'T WORRY, BABBS. WE WON' LET YOU DOWN. YOU BETTER NOT.
THE LAST TIME:
I WAS RUSTICATED,
ZEALAND FOR TWO YEARS.
IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN, I'LL BE A
SHEEPHERDER THE REST OF MY LIFE.
SHEEPHERDER.
COME IN!
BEG PARDON, MILORD.
I'VE JUST COME FROM MR.
WIGGINS WITH YOUR COSTUME.
IT'S READY TO TRY ON. I'LL DO
YOU CAN START LAYING THE LUNCHEON
TABLE AT ANY TIME, BRASSETT.
YES, SIR.
AND BRASSETT-
- FETCH ME SIX-PENNY WORTH OF
HAIRPINS. - HAIRPINS, MILORD?
HAIRPINS.
VERY GOOD, MILORD.
TAKE IT OUT OF THAT HALF CROWN
I GAVE YOU THIS MORNING.
YES, MILORD.
BEG PARDON, SIR.
COME IN!
DON'T SHOUT AT ME, SON. I'M
BRINGING YOU YOUR ALLOWANCE.
DAD!
HOW ARE YOU, JACK?
SPLENDID, SIR. CHARLEY,
I WANT YOU TO MEET MY DAD.
DAD, THIS IS CHARLEY WYKEHAM.
HELLO, WYKEHAM.
WELL, I'LL RUN ALONG.
I'LL BE IN MY ROOMS
IF YOU WANT ME, JACK.
GOOD-BYE, SIR FRANCIS.
GOOD-BYE, WYKEHAM.
I SAY, YOU ARE
A HANDSOME DEVIL.
NOT BAD FOR 51, EH? NO
GOOD-LOOKING, CHARMING,
DEBONAIR.
NO NEED GOING ON, JACK. YOUR
YOU KNOW, DAD, I DON' SEE HALF ENOUGH OF YOU.
I WISH I COULD AFFORD
CIGARS LIKE THESE.
WELL, CAN'T YOU?
NO.
NOW THAT I'VE COME INTO
THE FAMILY TITLE,
THE FAMILY DEBTS. DEBTS?
MM. YOU KNOW
- RED INK AND ALL THAT SORT OF THING.
I'M AFRAID, JACK,
WE'RE GOING TO BE KNOWN AS
CHARMING, EDUCATED, CULTURED PAUPERS.
WELL.
THAT RUINS ME WITH KITTY. HMM?
WHAT'S THAT? OH, NOTHING, NOTHING. I-
JUST THINKING ALOUD.
THERE'S ONE RAY
OF HOPE THOUGH. I-
I THINK I HAVE AN APPOINTMEN FOR YOU IN NEW ZEALAND.
NEW ZEALAND?
MM-HMM. WONDERFUL PLACE.
GREAT SHEEP-RAISING COUNTRY.
YES.
I'VE HEARD
ALL ABOUT IT.
SAY, DAD.
I'VE AN IDEA.
BY A WEALTHY MARRIAGE?
OH, NO. I RATHER DISLIKE
THAT SORT OF THING, JACK.
IF I WERE YOU-
LISTEN.
CHARLEY WYKEHAM'S AUNT,
DONNA LUCIA D'ALVADOREZ,
IS COMING HERE:
TO LUNCH TODAY.
SHE'S A WEALTHY WIDOW-
NO, DON'T DO IT, JACK.
I WOULDN'T ADVISE
YOUR MARRYING JUST FOR MONEY.
BUT NOT ME, DAD. YOU. ME?
OH, YOU YOUNG DEVIL.
I'LL GET ALONG, SON.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME.
I WASN'T, SIR.
I'M AFRAID I WAS BEING
VERY SELFISH.
WHAT?
YOU SEE, DAD,
I'M IN LOVE-
FRIGHTFULLY, DEVASTATINGLY.
I HAVEN'T THE RIGHT.
WHAT'S SHE LIKE?
OH, SHE-
SHE'S LIKE THE STARS,
THE MOON AND THE SUN.
IS SHE NOW?
IT IS, SIR.
HER AT LUNCH TODAY, BUT-
HOW ARE THE SHEEP
IN NEW ZEALAND?
PRETTY BAD.
RATHER SMELLY TOO.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, JACK?
WON'T SHE WAIT?
OH, I THINK
SHE WOULD, SIR,
BUT SHE HAS A GUARDIAN.
OH.
YOUR MOTHER AND I ELOPED
UNDER SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES-
BUT OF COURSE AT THE TIME
I HAD A LITTLE INCOME.
YES, AN INCOME CAN BE
A WONDERFUL THING.
IT CERTAINLY CAN.
UH, HOW OLD IS THIS,
UH, CHARLEY'S AUNT?
OH, I DON'T KNOW. PROBABLY
90, LIKE MOST AUNTS.
WELL, AT 90
AND YOU SAY:
SHE'S VERY WEALTHY?
THEY SAY:
SHE HAS MILLIONS.
I'M SURE YOUR MOTHER
WOULD UNDERSTAND. HMM?
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