Cluny Brown Page #3

There's so much muddled thinking.

That's why we're glad you're here.

Oh, put us straight, will you, Professor?

I have an idea. Let's scram out of here.

- A step in the right direction.

- All right.

But it must be somewhere safe.

After all, the professor is our responsibility.

Definitely! Have you any suggestions, sir?

Well, I should say the Ritz

is a good, safe place.

Splendid. Let's go.

It takes a lot of nerve for a man in his position

to show himself at the Ritz.

Well, thanks for a delightful evening.

- Thank you, Professor.

- Oh, it's been a privilege.

You must come to tea

with Andrew and Frewen one day soon.

Thank you, Miss Cream. Thank you all.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Oh, Professor...

- Professor, are you safe here?

- Are the people in this house trustwon'thy?

- Tell me, who lives here?

- Who lives here? People who have to.

Professor, I beg your pardon for bringing this

up again, but since you've honoured us with...

Since you have...

Professor, we both feel that the 20 pounds

you were gracious enough to accept

- is most inadequate.

- Most.

Would you reconsider and take 50?

We'd feel much better about it.

- Oh, much better.

- My dear friends, I beg of you.

I needed 20 pounds and you were

good enough to lend me 20 pounds,

and that's all.

We don't want to seem rude, Professor,

but 50 pounds...

Well, we frankly don't see

how you can accept less.

You mustrt press me any further. I insist.

- We understand perfectly, Professor.

- Perfectly.

However, should the occasion arise

when I need 30 additional pounds,

you will give it to me and nobody else.

- Is that a promise?

- My word of honour.

Oh, we appreciate this.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, sir.

- Great man.

- Really a great man.

- Uncle Arn, you won't have me tomorrow...

- No, I won't.

- Uncle Arn, who's going to mend your socks?

- Sister Addy.

Who's going to answer the telephone?

I'll manage it myself when I'm here

and let it ring when I ain't.

Now, everything's settled, lass.

Who are you going to talk to

when you've got something on your mind?

I'll just let it stay there.

Oh, you won't like that, Uncle Arn.

You're a man who likes to express himself.

- Uncle Arn, why do I have to go?

- It's better. You're very lucky.

An untrained girl like you getting took on as

a parlour maid in a nice house in the country.

- Lf I don't like it, can I come back?

- Not if you just don't like it.

- Well, what if I hate it?

- It's not your place to hate, Cluny Brown.

- What if I don't get enough to eat?

- They'll feed you.

What if they feed me scraps?

Starve me down to the bone

till I look like a skeleton?

- Then can I come back, Uncle Arn?

- That's all in your head, lass.

- What if they knock me about?

- They won't.

Well, what if they do?

Well, then send me a line,

but be sure they do.

Here.

Oh!

Oh, Uncle Arn,

it's so nice of you to give me this.

It will remind me of home.

I'll think of you ever so often.

Now you keep your mind on your work.

Now be a good lass and hurry up.

- Uncle Arn!

- Eh?

Do you know why girls leave home?

Girls leave home because they're thrown out.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Everything all right, Herbert?

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

By Jove, I've never seen Roddy behave

so well on a journey, thanks to you.

- As a rule, he's a jolly nuisance.

- Oh, he's lovely.

It was very good of you

to take care of him.

Thank you for letting me.

He's done me so much good.

That's what I like about dogs. They make

you feel so much better about yourself.

Goodbye, Roddy. I'm awfully glad I met you.

By Jove, he doesn't want to leave you.

Well, I don't blame him either.

- I do wish I could see him again sometime.

- Well, why not? Me, too, for that matter.

- I'm not a bad old dog myself.

- Thank you. I'd like that.

Do you hear that, Roddy?

It isn't goodbye after all.

- By the way, where are you going?

- I'm going to Friars Carmel Manor.

By Jove, is that where you're going?

Neighbours of mine.

Henry and Alice are old friends.

I don't see Henry's car about anywhere.

- Let me give you a lift, Miss...

- Cluny Brown.

Ah, of course.

Oh, Herbert, take Miss Browrs bag, will you?

Oh, I don't want to put you to any trouble...

Nonsense, it's a pleasure.

I'm Colonel Duff Graham.

It's wonderful how a dog

can bring people together, isn't it?

My dear, yes. So it is.

I never thought of that.

HENRY:
Wonder what'd soothe old puffy.

ALICE:
Well, you might tell him

about the gardens.

Flowers are so restful.

Why, Andrew!

- Hello Mother, Father.

- Well!

I say, I'm awfully sorry to burst in on you

like this, but it's very important.

That's why I came down myself

instead of telephoning.

- You see, I've asked a guest...

- Well, that's nothing to get excited about.

- Naturally, any friend of yours is welcome.

- I know, mother, but this is a special case.

I wish I could bring him down myself,

but I have to stay in London,

so he's coming alone tomorrow night.

You mean, you're sending

the fellow down here and you...

I know it's strange, Father,

but I told you, it's a special case.

You see, he's in danger. He won't admit it,

but he ought to get out of London at once.

Good heavens! What's the fellow done?

Oh, what hasn't he done?

He's fighting for a new and better world.

- What for?

- What for? Havert you heard of the Nazis?

Oh, yes. German chaps.

Always wanted to see one.

Send him down, by all means.

Father, he isn't a Nazi. He fights the Nazis.

He's a Czech.

The Nazis are after him.

Oh, Father, you're sitting on a volcano.

Battleships and tanks won't help you.

Believe me, England won't be safe

until we produce our own Belinskis.

What the devil are Belinskis?

"What the devil are Belinskis?" Oh, I give up.

"What are Belinskis?"

Now, don't go all to pieces, Andrew.

If England must produce Belinskis,

why, we will produce Belinskis.

Britain has never failed.

Now have your tea, dear.

Mother...

Mother, Belinski is the mars name.

Professor Adam Belinski.

Oh, I see.

Of course, we'd be glad to make his weekend

as pleasant as possible.

Mother... Mother, this isn't the matter

of a pleasant weekend.

It's a matter of life and death.

I don't know how long he's going to stay.

It may be a week, it may be a year,

it may be permanently.

Permanently, a total stranger?

Isn't that stretching it a bit?

But, Father, he's given up everything.

He hasn't any money.

You mean the beggar's broke?

Oh, you can't call a man broke

just because he hasn't any money.

Mother, I'm sure you understand.

I'm depending on you to be very kind to him.

Of course, dear. Now let's have tea.

I'm sorry. I can't stay.

I've got to get back to London...

But you just got here.

I wouldn't rush off like this

if it werert most urgent.

- Thanks so much, darling.

- Andrew, it isn't Betty Cream, is it?

Of course not.

Now, remember your promise, Mother,

and I'll see you as soon as I possibly can.

- Goodbye. Goodbye, Father.

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