Gosford Park Page #7

Who else?

Louisa, how about you?

Oh, I don't think so.

I've rather gone off cards.

I've never been very lucky with them.

Me too.

Mr. Weissman, tell us about

the film you're going to make.

Oh, sure. It's called Charlie Chan

in London. It's a detective story.

- Set in London?

- Well, not really.

Most of it takes place at

a shooting party in a country house,

sort of like this one, actually.

A murder in the middle of the night.

A lot of guests for the weekend.

Everyone's a suspect.

That sort of thing.

How horrid.

And who turns out to have done it?

I couldn't tell you that.

It would spoil it for you.

Oh, but none of us will see it.

Are you thinking of

making it here, Mr. Weissman'?

Uh, no, we're going to shoot it

in Hollywood, on the back lot.

But since I was in England, I thought I would

do a little research on country living...

and Ivor was kind enough

to arrange it for me.

Mmm, no.

William arranged it for you.

- Are you interested in films, sir?

- Not likely.

Why shouldn't I be interested in films?

You don't know

what I'm interested in.

Well, I know you're interested in money

and fiddling with your guns,

but when it comes to anything else,

I'm stumped.

That is not fair. Bill is...

Elsie.

Elsie, what's...

It's not as if I didn't know.

So we can all play bridge.

- All playing?

- Who's going to play bridge? Are they going to play?

Where's Rupert?

- Rupert!

- Coming.

- I heard Lady Sylvia spoke out of turn.

- You didn't actually see?

So what's going to happen to Elsie?

- She'll be lucky if they don't boot her out before morning.

- You should've seen it.

She has been here a long time.

Shall I tell you

what that means to them? Bugger all.

Please, Mr. Meredith.

There are ladies present.

Where, exactly, is Sir William now?

He's still in the library.

He won't be out again tonight.

Oh, Dorothy.

- Mr. Meredith, may I ask what is going on?

- Uh, we were just...

George, will you please join me in

the drawing room as soon as possible.

- Mr. Probert, kindly take everybody

back downstairs. - Certainly.

Dorothy, I'm especially

surprised at you.

Come along, ladies. Come along.

Is it true, then?

Has Elsie really been sacked?

- Lady Trentham.

- Well, luck of the draw.

- Freddie, I'd like to...

- Darling, we've just cut.

- Ivor, darling.

- Thank you.

Would it be awful of me

to ask you to play something...

to cheer us all up a bit?

- Of course not.

- Thank you.

So sweet.

I've booked the first passage home.

I'll be living on the phone till I set

sail. I have to be in London tomorrow.

If you prefer to stay,

I can take a train.

- I'll give you a lift in my car.

- Oh, thank you.

You're providing a lot

of entertainment for nothing.

Morris, I'm used to it.

Excuse me.

- Music moves on.

- Funny old evening, hmm?

Oh!

You're not going to stand over

my shoulder and watch me, please.

You'll put me off.

He's rather a big success, isn't he?

Huge. It's absolutely ridiculous.

Do you think he'll be as long

as he usually is?

I think he's rather wonderful.

- Hmm?

- I think he's rather wonderful.

Well, I have only seen one.

I thought

you weren't drinking any more.

I don't think we should be doing this.

Oh, come on.

I don't know. It's just...

I mean, how could she

let him touch her?

- You sound as if you don't like him.

- You'd be surprised.

- All right, surprise me.

- Maybe I will.

I saw him in The Lodger.

But I've never heard him sing.

Will you, um, excuse me for a minute?

- You don't need my help?

- No, we're fine.

Oh, my Lord.

- It seems to be much more

than just background music,

somehow or other.

Ivor, darling, it was lovely.

Thank you.

Anthony.

Shh. It's the commander.

- Oh.

- Good evening, sir.

- Excuse me.

- Sir.

Uh, carry on.

- What do you want?

- I brought you some coffee.

If I wanted coffee,

I'd have rung for it.

Leave that.

Give me some whiskey.

I thought you might

need a drink...

and some company.

Well, that's really

very kind of you.

Give me just a sec.

Awfully long repertoire.

We've run out of milk, Mr. Jennings.

- Won't be a moment.

- Hmm.

Desperate for a fag.

Where's Mr. Weissman's man?

- He's missing the music.

- Shh.

What are you doing?

Dorothy, get back to work.

Excuse me, but Dorothy's

under my jurisdiction as well,

and I say she can listen to

a spot of music if she likes.

- Excuse me. Where's the telephone?

- Oh. I'm sorry, sir.

Uh, it's just over there, sir.

Don't. Don't. Don't. Please don't

encourage him. He'll just go on and on.

Oh, you're still here.

- I thought that...

- Yeah, well, appearances can be deceptive, can't they?

Elsie.

Good night.

Scotch and soda, please, Jennings.

He gave you that

for your birthday, did he?

Hmm?

He gave you that

for your birthday, William did?

Yeah, I've got a call

booked for California.

California.

It's never going to stop.

Oh, Freddie, we gave up on you.

We waited as long as we could.

- Do you think William's still in the library?

- Where have you been?

- Hmm? I suppose.

- Where have you been?

- That's none of your bloody business.

- What are we going to do?

Who played the nine?

- Well, I could try and fetch him.

- Oh, would you?

He's always preferred you to me.

Yes, I'd be delighted.

Today is not my day.

If that's what you call a moment,

I'd like to see what happens

when you take a real break.

Here. Did yours as well.

Before the rush starts.

Thank you.

Where have you been?

It's fine, it's fine.

William?

Oh, God, Bill.

Come here,

you horrid little dirty thing.

Bill!

- Dear God!

- Oh, my God.

Louisa!

Isobel? Isobel?

George. Excuse me, sir.

Jennings.

Oh, my dear.

Darling? Darling?

Could you ask Jennings about the salts?

Could somebody get

a glass of water, please?

- Keep everybody out of this room.

- Yes, sir, certainly.

- Over here. Louisa.

- Bill.

- Louisa, just sit and be quiet.

- But...

Mummy?

Mummy?

- Is she all right?

- Everything's fine.

Sylvia.

- Well, tell Mr. Warner...

- Excuse me. I need that telephone.

Excuse me.

I'm on the telephone.

I'm on a call to California.

Hello? Yes, would you

connect me with the police station?

I'm looking for a kind

of realistic Charlie Chan movie.

This isn't out of the question.

We should try to do this.

It has to be better. We can't do

the same old sh*t over and over again.

Alan Mowbray... I like that.

I mean, that's a butler.

These people here

look like Alan Mowbray.

I mean, they're sort of tall,

and they don't say too much.

And they have f***ing

British accents, right?

They talk like they're from England.

- Good evening. We've been expecting you.

- Is Ray Milland British?

- Yes, good evening. This is Constable Dexter...

- You must be the police.

- Yes. How do you do, ma'am? I'm Inspector Thom...

- I'm Lady Sylvia McCordle.

We haven't moved him. I've gathered

everyone. Come straight through.

Certainly, ma'am, yes.

Oh, don't worry about him.

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