Passport to Pimlico Page #5
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- 1949
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I mustn't embark on family matters
or I'll be here all day.
I have to take these off
I'll soon be back, though.
Depend on that.
Now that I know you're truly extant,
I go away satisfied.
to be in my shoes!
Ha! I could even put
Schmel in the shade!
How long is this chemical test
going to take?
- That's contingent on certain factors.
If things go on like this much longer...
What's happened now?
They're packing up.
- What does this mean?
- I don't know.
You'll have to take
your place in the queue, madam.
What's the idea holding us up like this?
I got my dinner to cook.
Ah, look at that.
- Action at last.
- Yes.
That'll keep the spivs out.
Oh, er... Mr Pemberton.
- Ah.
- Mr Pemberton.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
This is Mr Bagshawe of the, er...
Board of Customs & Excise.
He'd like to have a
word with you people.
There are just a few things
I would like to explain.
- If I might step over your frontier.
- By all means.
I must congratulate you
on the speed with which you have...
Oh, excuse me, Professor. This looks
like the solution to all our troubles.
This way.
In the line, please, madam.
Have you anything to declare, madam?
Any food stuff, livestock,
linen or cotton goods?
I hardly think this is likely to include
the credentials of the Duke of Burgundy.
Would you mind
opening that case, madam?
This really is a big relief to us, I can tell you.
It's a very very clever bit of...
- No, no, I think you're wrong.
- What's all that in aid of?
- But we tore 'em up, I tell you!
- You let him have it, Dad!
That's where we live, right there.
It's merely part
of the Customs procedure.
We naturally have to enforce
the immigration laws.
You can't have the one
without the other.
Yes, but...
Frederick Albert Cowan Esquire. That's
me. Number four, Miramont Gardens.
I am sorry, sir.
The order specifies
that identity cards must be produced
by residents who wish
to re-enter the street.
Do you mean to say that
all of us who live in this street
have got to go through that rigmarole
every time we want to leave our homes?
Oh, for a month or two.
After all,
pending a new Act of Parliament,
this is technically foreign territory.
Ha-ha-ha! Foreign territory!
I suppose that means
British subjects won't be allowed
What about all our customers?
You can't stop us earning
an honest living.
I've never heard
such a lot of rot in my life.
Don't blame me, ladies and gentlemen.
Edward lV's the one
who made you foreigners.
Here we go again!
- You people make me tired.
- Order, order!
Oh, shut up. Did you ever
hear such tripe in your life?
- Now look here, sir!
- And you shut up too.
All right, if that's the way Whitehall
want it, in future, we'll be foreigners.
That's the stuff, Dad.
We'll fight them in the tramlines,
we'll fight them in the local.
Good evening, Professor.
Oh, good evening.
Your friends in Miramont Place
have got themselves into a nice mess.
Poor souls.
The innocent victims of destiny.
They started all this nonsense.
Now they've got to put up
with the consequences.
Ah, but will they?
The Burgundians are a fighting people.
Consider what they did
against the might of Louis XI.
I fail to see what this little mob
can do against the might of Britain.
Oh! Get up, please.
All passports. Passports ready, please.
All hand luggage open, please.
Time to make
your currency declarations, please.
What the devil does this mean?
The train is now
at the Burgundian frontier.
A fighting people, Mr Bassett.
Worthy successors
of the Knights of the Golden Fleece.
Have you anything to declare, madam?
Any food stuff, livestock,
linen or cotton goods?
No.
Any muskrats,
mealworms, motorcycles,
hashish, prepared opium
or agricultural machinery?
Oh!
Have you any foreign currency?
English pounds? Traveller's cheques?
- Suppose I have?
- I just wondered.
without passports. All passports.
- Here is mine.
- Hm?
What is it you... you... Baratooshe,
er... Baratooshe,
er... Baratooshe... United Kingdom!
England, United Kingdom!
All hand luggage ready for inspection,
please. Anything to declare?
Anything to declare, sir? Any livestock,
foodstuff, linen or cotton goods?
Rather!
Come along.
Come along, please.
All ready with your passports.
Get your passports out.
So reminds me of the time
I visited the catacombs.
Mr Pemberton, this is preposterous.
Sorry, Mr Bassett.
We can't allow tourists
without the usual formalities.
Come along, sir, please.
- Pass down the track.
- The Duke!
- Oh, madam, is it proved?
Yes, gentlemen, you see before you
the 18th Duke of Burgundy.
Your liege lord, your sovereign!
Floreat Burgundia!
Stop that train!
What are we going to tell the old man?
Well, after this underground business,
I doubt if he will give us
a chance to open our mouths.
Soap.
Were you issued with this?
No, I pinched it
from the French Embassy.
Oh. Ha-ha.
This situation, though,
it's an absolute deadlock.
Oh, no, not quite.
Now that this Duke
has been officially recognised,
we can at least talk to them.
- Towel?
- The time for talk's past.
Any more talk and we've had it.
We've got to do something.
We've got to tell this Duke
where he gets off.
Oh, well, I hope the old man
won't put me on to it.
After all, this fellow's been made
a sort of king in a way.
Yes. Probably having his coronation
at this very moment.
Well, why don't you loosen your tie,
Your Grace?
- I thought you'd be used to the heat.
- Well, it's never as bad as that in Dijon.
All the same, I bet you'd rather
Why do you think it
so much nicer than Pimlico?
I imagine it's a little more romantic.
Oh, do you? What do you think
we would be doing in Dijon this evening?
Well, we... we'd eat in the open
and dance in the main square
under the trees.
Then maybe we'd go for a little walk
cobbled streets to the castle
and when we reach the orange grove...
we'd sit beneath the castle wall
and watch the dawn come up.
And, er...
in the cool morning breeze,
maybe I would put my coat
around your shoulders
and...
Hm.
Well, anyway,
I'm afraid Dijon is not a bit like that.
We cannot dance in the main square because
of the trams which run all night,
and, er... we cannot grow oranges
because it's too cold,
and, er... where the castle was,
well, today there is a cement factory.
Then it's just about as romantic
as Camden Town.
Ah, but the people,
they make it different.
You should see us at the vendange,
the, er... the wine harvest,
when all over the country,
the peasants celebrate.
And they are gay,
not... not drunk but very, very gay.
And, er... well, I suppose
we would walk in the moonlight,
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