Molly and Me (1945) - full transcript

[music playing]

Hi Mrs. Lamb.

Hello Molly.

How do you like my new dance?

- It's lovely.
- What's up, Molly?

There'll be a gentleman
here in a little while

asking to see me.
Send him up, there's a dear.

And hold your breath, all of you.

I think I'm close to
getting a job, I hope.

- A job?
- Wonderful.

I'm glad one of
you's going to work.



[inaudible].

That won't do.

Here.

Ronnie, turn off your
gramophone and stop

your dancing right now.

I'd rather he didn't know this was

a theater group boarding house.

Well, why not?

Because it's not a
very good [inaudible].

[chattering]

Julia, Lily.

We've a lot of work to
do and very little time.

Lily, that black dress I wore
in Whispers, hunt it up for me,

there's a dear.



Well, what's this all about?

The job, my darling.

The job of work at last.

We'll all eat again.

Now those photographs and posters

have to come down at once.

Oh, and those spectacles I wore in Here Comes Minnie...
the ones with the horned rims.

I want those, too.

Why do you want spectacles?

Because I have to pretend to
be respectable and conservative.

The [inaudible] employment
agent said I looked

too fancy for a housekeeper.

A what?

A housekeeper of a
large London residence.

150 pounds a year,
so the agency said.

You're a domestic.

Sounds dreadful, doesn't it?

Deserting the business for
no reason at all except that

I like to eat three times a day.

But you've done second leads
in important musical comedy.

And a fat lot of good they
did me going from one manager's

office to another and being
told, "Sorry, Molly dear,

but you're not the
type, you know."

Well, this time I am the type.

And the money is good
and the food's good.

At least, it will be because
I shall be in charge of it.

Julia darling, empty
those ash trays.

Do hurry because
the man will be here

to interview me any minute.

Domestic.

And now get ready for the entrance

of Mrs. Barry in her
first starring part...

the new housekeeper.

I do hope your ladyship
approves of my appearance

if you'll pardon my
presumption in asking.

You look perfectly horrible.

Plain as a board.

I'm so glad that you approve.

I can offer the finest references.

References.

References.

I haven't got any.

Oh, that's don't it.

Lily, look.

I think it's Kitty Goode.

The present Lady Burroughs,
the former Kitty Goode.

She's coming here.

Lady Burroughs.

Girls, my references.

Why bless me if it
ain't Kitty Goode.

Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Lamb?

Why, you haven't paid
us a visit since you

hooked your rich husband.

You fairly danced
yourself out of the chorus

and into Burke's peerage,
didn't you ducky?

Yes, if you care
to put it that way.

Oh, and by the way, Mrs.
Lamb, it isn't Ducky anymore.

Please, it's Lady Burroughs.

Is, uh, Molly at home?

Yes, she came in a little
while ago acting a bit balmy

if you ask me.

By the way, Mrs. Lamb,
it isn't Ducky anymore.

It's Lady Burroughs.

Kitty, you don't know
how glad I am to see you.

Hello there Molly.

What brought you down here?

Slumming I suppose.

Oh hello girls.

Oh, Molly darling, I just
stopped off for a moment.

I've come to get those photographs

I once autographed for you.

Uh, you know, the ones
in, uh, ballet costume.

You mean the ones with the fans?

They've been stowed away somewhere.

Kitty, you can do me a great favor.

Oh yes, Molly darling, of course.

Anything.

But I must have those
photographs at once.

You see, Sir Arthur...
that's my husband...

must never know that I used
to be a specialty dancer.

What did you tell
him about yourself?

I told him I was
finishing my schooling.

The one for backward children?

Oh hush up.

Molly, what are you made up for?

A housekeeper.

A housekeeper?

You're going to be my references.

- References?
- Mm-hmm.

There's a man coming here who
is going to ask for references.

I'll tell him I've worked for
you for the last five years.

But I've only been married a month.

Here's how we'll do it.

You all go down to Musette
and Pops room below.

Come on because he'll
be here any minute.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Wait.

Kitty, when I knock on
the floor like this,

you come up and tell him
what a wonderful housekeeper

I've been.

But I don't believe one usually
visits one's ex-housekeeper.

Of course not.

But you're a fine and kind-hearted

woman, a very gracious lady.

Molly, she never spoke a
line in her whole career

and you want her to
play a character part.

Let me do it.

Listen... dear, dear Mrs. Barry.

I could not leave without
her last farewell.

That's no good.

He'll think I worked
in a haunted house.

[bell rings]

That must be him now.

Down you go.

Don't forget your cue, Kitty.

[knock on door]

[SQUEAKS] Come... come in.

You did say come in?

Oh yes, indeed.

I wasn't sure.

Uh, Mrs. Barry I presume.

Yeah, would you sit
down, Mr. Graham?

Thank you.

But I'm afraid you're laboring
under a slight misapprehension.

I am Mr. Graham's butler.

My name is Peabody.

Oh, how silly of me.

Of course.

Could it be
possible, Mrs. Barry,

that we've worked
together before somewhere?

Your face is very familiar.

I'm quite sure
not, Mr. Peabody.

I have a very good memory for faces

and yours is one I
wouldn't easily forget.

Yes, perhaps we'd better talk
about where you worked last.

Oh dear.

I'm terribly sorry.

How did that get there?

It's a little costume
my 7-year-old niece

is wearing at a charity performance

her school is giving.

I was going to do a
little mending on it.

I see.

It's a morality play.

She plays the second angel.

And may I ask what
the first angel wears?

Gold wings and a halo.

You were about to
tell me, I believe,

the name of your last employer.

Oh yes.

[music playing]

I was with the Lady
Burroughs for five years.

And she gave you
references, of course?

Oh, of course.

Where did I put them?

Show the ladies and
gentlemen how clever you are.

Now, round again.

Shorty's clever.

He must be getting to be
quite an old dog by now.

Oh, he's the grandson
of the original Shorty.

Uh, do you suffer from
rheumatism, Mrs. Barry?

What?

Oh, you mean because I do this?

No, no.

I... I... I think my foot's asleep.

Silly, isn't it?

Uh, may I suggest
massaging your foot?

I beg yours.

Uh, I mean, you
massaging your own foot.

Oh, it will be quite
all right, I'm sure.

What's that?

Ventriloquism?

It wasn't me.

- Oh, Kitty, it's your cue.
- Oh, yes.

Oh dear.

Well I'm afraid I
can't wait any longer.

And I think that under
the circumstances

I ought to go down to the
agency and see if they

have anymore applicants.

Oh, but Mr. Peabody.

I feel sure...

And I hope that your foot wakes
up before long, you sleepyhead.

Oh Mr. Peabody.

I know I...

Dear, dear Mrs. Barry,
I'm sure this must

be a great surprise to you.

Oh [inaudible].

Oh, Mr. Peabody, please.

I was in the neighborhood and
I just had to stop off and say

goodbye to you once more.

It's lucky for me you did, milady.

You see, I've mislaid the
references you gave me

and this gentleman
has come to interview

me about a new position.

Oh, a good creature
like you doesn't

require references, Mrs. Barry.

Your face alone should
show what a faithful person

you are if this man has
any discernment at all.

Hello Kitty.

But really.

[gasps] Harry Phillips,
you old boozer.

Why, what... what is all this about?

Oh, that's what I'd like to know.

Who are you?

Phillips, or Peabody?

Both.

Philips when I'm in the theater,
Peabody in my present job.

And you're Molly Barry.

I remember you now.

I saw you in Love Goes By.

Are you really a butler?

I am.

I find it far more pleasant
to hold jobs as a butler

than lose them as an actor.

He was always all right
opening, but on second nights

he was always drunk.

Yes, well I've conquered my
little weakness by now, Kitty.

Well then it's all right.

If you're one of us, you'll
recommend me for the job,

won't you?

No, I'm afraid I couldn't
possibly think of it.

You see, one professional in
the household where I work

is more than enough.

But I need the work
very badly, Mr. Peabody.

I know I could make a go of it.

Yeah, well I'm
sorry Mrs. Barry.

I must be going now.

Oh, but, uh, Mr. Peabody.

Uh, it's... uh, it's too bad
that you've conquered your old

former little weakness.

You see, today is my birthday.

You don't say?

My birthday, yes.

And I'm going to give a
little party down at the pub.

But of course, if you've
gone teetotal it's no good

asking you to join us, is it?

No, I suppose not.

And any way I should be looking
for another housekeeper.

Of course, you
wouldn't be interested.

It would be too much of a
temptation for you to see us

all drinking good beer and ale.

Well, yes.

I suppose it would.

I'd love to have had you, though.

Well of course, I could
drink just plain soda water,

couldn't I?

That is, if you really
want me to come.

Well, that's a wonderful idea.

Of course, I want you to come.

I'll call the others.

Come on.

Lily, Lily, Julie.

Soda water. [chuckles]

[SINGING] Bring back,
bring back, I'll bring

back my Bonnie to me, to me.

Come on.

Bring back, bring back.

I'll bring back my Bonnie to me.

Now everybody.

Come on.

[EVERYONE SINGING]
Bring back, bring back.

I'll bring back my Bonnie to me.

Bring back, bring back.

I'll bring back my Bonnie to me.

I hate to cast aspersions
at the strong and silent sex,

but it's really time you got a
bloomin' chopper on your necks.

The way you mess us girls
around, it really is a shame.

You always do the dirty, [SINGING]

and we always get the blame.

[laughter]

He was tall and he was handsome,
and he let me call him Ben.

Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness,

the wickedness of men.

I hate to have to mention
it, but here I go again.

Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness,

the wickedness of men.

I looked right in his sloppy
eyes, and there I met me fate.

I felt just like a fish who'd
had a nibble at the bait.

And then he turned his
back on me and said,

I'm going straight.

[EVERYONE SINGING] Oh the
artfulness, the sinfulness,

the wickedness of men.

I knew a chap called Rudolph,
and he was a proper tough.

But oh, the artfulness,
the sinfulness,

the wickedness of men.

I used to rub his chest then
because he had a nasty cough.

Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness,

the wickedness of men.

He took me out to dinner.

Oh, we had such lovely times.

But then I had to chuck him,
'cause he never had a dime.

And now to get revenge he
sends me wicked valentines.

[EVERYONE SINGING] Oh, the
artfulness, the sinfulness,

the wickedness of men.

[laughter]

Where are we going?

I'm taking you home.

Well, couldn't I go home by myself?

Couldn't I?

Couldn't I?

Oh, maybe I couldn't.

You like working for
Mr. Graham, don't you?

Well, I do and I don't.

He's a very difficult
man... very difficult.

Liquor?

Just a small amount, please.

Oh, what?

Oh, Mr. Graham.

No, he rarely touches it.

Then what's he difficult about?

Oh, he's a sad man... lives
all alone, large empty house,

never entertains.

Poor lonely man.

I dislike him intensely.

Keep the change.

Oh, pardon me.

Slight touch of vertigo.

That will be all.

Goodnight coachman.

It's very nice here, isn't it?

Yes.

Sh.

All the staff sleep here?

Mm-hmm.

Housekeeper's room here too?

One door down.

Why do you ask?

Oh, no reason.

Well, this is me.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Find your way out by yourself?

Of course.

Fine.

Well, thanks for a lovely evening.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

[inaudible].

Nighty-night.

Nighty-night.

[alarm ringing]

Cheery little place.

[singing] Good morning,
good morning my dear.

You are the roses that [inaudible].

[whistling]

No.

MAID: Mr. Peabody?

[knocking]

He isn't here.

Mr. Peabody, please.

There's a person upstairs.

Mr. Peabody died in his sleep.

Have you taken on
a new housekeeper?

What?

No.

No, of course not.

Wait a minute.

Yes.

Ow!

Yes, I did.

That is, I didn't.

Good heavens.

I did!

I'll be... be with you directly.

Morning Pierre.

Bonjour, [inaudible].

Morning everyone.

Good morning.

You know the latest?

We got a new one.

A new housekeeper?

She's already behavin' as
though she owns the place.

She took all the flowers
you cut this morning

to put them in the vases.

She cannae do that.

She has.

What's more, she's cleaning.

Cleaning?

A prima donna, this one.

[SINGING] The dew on the
roses, the lark overhead.

And oh, I sang
softly, though no one

could hear, to wish you good
morning, good morning my dear.

Why do you hiss your
own vocal efforts,

not that it isn't highly
competent musical criticism.

I... I didn't hiss, sir.

Well it sounded like it.

You have asthma, perhaps?

Oh no, sir.

Well then I am forced to the
only remaining and slightly

unpleasant conclusion that
you have a mechanical problem

for your dentist.

You'd better see him at once.

I can't have you
hissing about the place.

Incidentally, who are you?

I'm, uh, Mrs. Barry,
sir... the new housekeeper.

It's Mr. Graham, isn't it?

I was unaware that I had
engaged a housekeeper.

Oh, Mr. Peabody hired
me yesterday, sir.

I'm sure I shall
be very happy here.

I don't know what reason
you have to suppose that.

Where the devil is Peabody anyway.

Peabody.

Eh, here sir.

You engaged Mrs., uh...

Barry, sir.

Uh, we... we had a
conversation, Mr. Graham.

But it was not at all decided.

A... as to the amount of
salary I was to receive.

But I'm sure we shall
get together on that.

I was about to say that
I was unable to make

up my mind, Mr. Graham.

Oh, he was in a dreadful
state last night, sir.

Really?

What was wrong with him?

His state of mind,
sir... horribly upset.

He was afraid he might
not be able to get

a capable housekeeper.

Oh, I see.

Well?

Are you satisfied now?

Uh, Mrs. Barry has
me convinced, sir.

Very well.

That's settled then.

What have you done to this room?

Who pulled the blinds?

I did, sir.

And I suppose the flowers
were your idea, too.

Yes, sir.

They brighten the
place up, don't they?

They make it look like a sick room.

I'll pull the blinds down at once...

Leave it alone.

The pleasantest time that I
remember in the last decade

were two weeks that I spent in
a nursing home with the flu.

I shall be back in an hour.

And I'll want my breakfast then.

Oh, uh, by the way, it won't be necessary to prepare Master
Jimmy's room [inaudible].

I had a telegram
from him last night,

and he won't be coming
home for his holidays.

Uh, not this summer either?

Uh, I beg your pardon, sir.

He's going to Scotland to
stay with his school friend.

Probably be much more
amusing for him there.

This is an awfully
dirty trick, Molly.

I can't possibly have you here.

He was upset, wasn't he,
about the kid not coming home.

No, I don't think so.

They don't like each other much.

Listen, if he ever finds out
that you've been on the stage...

What's the kid like?

Oh, never mind that.

If Mr. Graham ever discovers...

That you were once an actor.

He would be displeased,
wouldn't he?

What about introducing
me to the staff.

[groans]

Hello?

Speak now the butcher?

I'm ordering for Monsieur Graham.

You ready?

Please send us three York
ham, mild cure, one dozen

of filet of beef
of premier quality.

Lamb chops to the
amount of two dozen.

Uh, Monsieur Petard, perhaps
you can call the man back.

I will re-call you soon.

Mrs. Barry wishes
to meet you all.

Good morning everyone.

This is Perkins.

How do you do Perkins?

And, uh, George, Hilga, and Angus.

How do you Angus?

Please sit down and
finish your breakfast.

There's something I want to
talk to you about, Mrs. Barry.

Yes, Angus?

The gardening is my work.

That includes the care and
disposal of the flowers.

Now I'd appreciate it very
much, Mrs. Barry, if you...

If I consulted you before
arranging them in vases?

But they were already cut
and lying in a wheelbarrow.

But I tell you they
weren't meant for the house.

Well, what were they meant for?

Every bloom that grows
here goes down nursing home.

Well, isn't that thoughtful
and kindhearted of Mr. Graham.

Or is it your idea, Angus?

Mrs. Barry, this is our
chef, Monsieur Petard.

How do you do, Monsieur Petard.

Please go on with your ordering.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

Thank you, Madame.

Are we having a steak banquet
or something this evening?

Why no.

Oh, then we must be very
hearty eaters in this house.

Well, I'm sure we shall all
get along together very nicely.

You want to show me the rest
of the house, Mr. Peabody?

OK. I do. Yes,
immediately. Right away.

What did she mean about
us being hearty eaters?

I think this one we'll
have to get rid of quick,

but very quick.

So this is the situation
in a nutshell, John.

With Henderson getting himself
killed in a motor accident,

it means we shall have to
hold a bi-election at once,

and the party has commissioned
me to ask you to stand

in Henderson's place and
resume the fine career you

once had in British politics.

Quite impossible, Jamie.

I couldn't consider it.

You're an awful fool, John Graham.

In which case I don't see
why you want me in Parliament.

'Tis no handicap there.

It's that old business that's
still bothering you, eh?

Shouldn't it?

It should no.

It happened 15 years ago.

Everyone's forgotten.

Why, man, you were headed
to the company when

this dirty business happened.

If you hadn't resigned then,
it would all have blown over.

Blown over?

You've forgotten what
a scandal is was.

Aye.

The world dearly
loved this bit of dirt.

The world dearly
loves its bit of dirt.

"Divorce of member of parliament,

wife's alleged misconduct
with sportsman."

And the death of
Alexander Graham Bell

rated only a half a dozen lines.

Blown over? [scoffs] The affair
would probably be given a place

in English history books.

Aye, we shall have to get in
the good graces of that, laddy.

Get into whose good graces?

The publisher of the
London transcript...

very influential man.

If we get him on our side,
you're as good as elected.

Go up and see Sir Henry,
he know him very well.

Oh, by the way, where is
she now... your ex-wife?

Somewhere in South
Africa that last I heard.

Ha!

In another world.

Forget her man, the world has.

And the party need you,
so stop sulking and run

up and see Sir Henry tomorrow.

He'll take you in hand.

Would you please listen to me.

No.

I'm deaf.

There's a train at 10:00 from
Liverpool Street Station.

I have a car as you very well know.

Ah, you're right.

It'll be much more
comfortable driving up.

Pretty, wasn't she?

But it's a weak face.

What the devil are you doing?

That's the end of that.

I'll telegraph Sir Henry that
you'll be there about tea time.

Now look here, Jamie.

Never mind ringing for your butler.

I'll find my own way out.

Goodnight to you, John.

And good luck.

[knocking]

I rang for Peabody.

And he'll be here very
quickly, sir, I'm sure.

I thought you might
like a little something

before retiring, sir,
so I brought this.

Thank you.

I shan't require
anything, Mrs. Barry.

Mr. Peabody told me you
didn't sleep very well,

so I thought you might
like a little something

the last thing at night.

And adding digestion to
my insomnia, I suppose.

Oh, not from a bite of
chicken and a hot drink.

It brings the blood from
your head to your tummy...

stop you thinking and
helps you to sleep.

You seem to be a gold
mine of rather revolting

physiological information.

That's common knowledge, sir.

Common fiddlesticks.

Furthermore, while I find
your lecture absorbing,

the thought of food at this
hour is repulsive to me.

Yes, sir.

But I'll leave it
here just in case.

Mrs. Barry, when I say a
thing I happen to mean it.

And I am not usually...

Did you ring, sir?

Oh yes, Peabody.

I shall be going up
to, uh, Sir Edmond's

in Suffolk for a few days
and I want you to drive me.

Bring the car around at
9:00 and an early breakfast.

Yes, sir.

By the way, Peabody, I... I may be

standing for Parliament again.

Oh, very good, sir.

How wonderful, sir.

What's so wonderful about it?

Well, it's a sort of
reflected glory for us

below stairs, as you might say.

Oh indeed.

Well, I haven't been elected
yet, so there's no occasion

for hallelujahs at the moment.

Goodnight, Mrs. Barry.

Goodnight sir.

And good luck.

An extraordinarily
emotional woman, Peabody.

I'm sorry, sir.

I can give her notice
if you're not satisfied.

Well, I'm not sure
a little enthusiasm

occasionally isn't a good thing
for this particular house.

Better things stay as
they are for the moment.

Thank you, sir.

[music playing]

Good morning.

Were you looking for someone?

Yes, ma'am.

Angus.

He's somewhere about
the house, I think.

Oh yeah.

I usually meet him out here.

He don't like me to go in.

You cuttin' them
flowers for us, ma'am?

Who is us?

Why, the Covent Garden Florists.

No.

These are for the house.

Mr. Peabody told me
to tell you that they'd

telegraph you the night
before they was coming back.

Thank you.

By the way, Angus, the
boy from the nursing home

is waiting for you.

The boss said he don't want
no more delphinium today.

They're a glut on
the market, he said.

Get out of here you
ruddy little fool.

[singing]

Uh, good morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

You don't want a bunch
of petunias, do you?

Huh.

Carnations is my
favorite flower, ma'am.

I'm delivering the groceries.

It this the bill?

Yes, ma'am, but Pierre
don't like nobody to take

the bill except himself, ma'am.

He does his own checking.

You run along and
deliver your groceries.

Yes'm.

[singing]

That blasted snooping housekeeper.

She caught me red-handed
on that florist deal.

The new housekeeper took
the bill away from me.

Took the bill?

Is that how you want
it done now, Pierre?

What did she say when
she took the bill?

She said, run along now
and take in the groceries.

But I didn't like
the way she said it.

That'll be all, thank you.

Just a minute, dear.

Put that basket down.

You looking for something, madam?

Yes, two more hams.

The bill charges us for
three, but I find only one.

So?

Two just didn't get here.

We're also charged for
six pounds of butter.

Where is it?

Well, you see, perhaps
I pinched the butter

that I may rob [inaudible]?

I don't think you
pinched the butter.

I don't think you actually steal.

These articles never
reach this house.

I believe you have an
arrangement with the tradesmen

so that they charge for more
than they deliver and then

split the difference with you.

Oh, [inaudible].

You hear, you insulting us...
me, my friend, my country!

This I will not accept.

And it's got to stop.

I'm willing to wink my eye at
the usual small commissions you

may get, but I'll not stand
for organized robbery.

Ah, you hear what this
woman accuse me of.

You're eyewitness to her insult!

We heard.

She's a bit too free
with her accusations.

She'd do better if
she took her nose out

of attending to our business.

Oh, you're all in on it, and
very profitable it's been,

I'm sure.

Flowers, food, what else?

Well, the party's over.

There'll be no more
of this from now on.

[speaking french]

Look here.

Where are you all going?

To pack, madam.

We have decided it is
best for us to leave.

We don't stand for
being bullied, we don't.

[inaudible], we don't.

You've done this before
to other housekeepers.

You're all too well up in your
lines for this to be impromptu.

Well madam, perhaps we
could be persuaded to give

you just one more chance.

If you play the cricket
with us, we stay.

Otherwise, we quit.

Quit?

Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort.

You're sacked.

Get out.

[yelling]

[music playing]

[doorbell buzzing]

Yes?

Hello.

What is it, please?

You've got a smudge on your nose.

Shouldn't be surprised.

What do you want?

In fact, your face
is extremely dirty.

Of is it the light?

Listen, son.

What do you want?

I'd like to come in, I think.

I've been here before, you know.

Master James.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you.

No reason why you should have.

You never saw me before, did you?

That's right.

You're new here, aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

They're always new here.

Always leaving.

Can't say that I blame them.

Your father said
you'd gone to Scotland.

Oh, that was called off.

Roger Fenton came
down with pneumonia...

awfully inconsiderate of him.

I'll have to stay here all summer.

I think I'll go to bed
now if you don't mind.

Is there anything the matter
with you, Master James?

I don't think so.

I just need some sleep.

God, I feel rotten.

Why you poor kid, you're
burning up with fever.

Come along.

Let's get you to bed immediately.

Put your arm around me.

Come on.

Well, I've washed my face and
I brought you some chicken

broth and some toast.

I'm glad you're hungry.

That's a sign you're
getting better.

You don't feel quite
so badly now, do you?

Not nearly, thanks to you.

I found something in
the medicine chest that's

going to do you a lot of good.

Oh, that's fine... almost normal.

Now, a does of this and you'll
feel fine in the morning.

Castor oil?

I don't like it.

You'd be a queer one if you did.

Come on, open your mouth now.

But I haven't take it
since I was a little kid.

Then it's about time you took some.

Then my nurse took some also.

For heaven's sake, why?

Well, just to prove to me
that it didn't taste so badly.

Maybe if you took a spoonful, too.

Hm.

I think the broth'll do
you just as much good.

You're smart, aren't you?

Well, come on now, sit up.

Careful.

There you are.

Your father's away in
Suffolk for a few days.

He's going to stand for
Parliament again, you know.

Is he?

Isn't that splendid?

He was in the government
once, wasn't he?

Yes.

He resigned just
after my mother died.

Your mother died?

Yes.

He was pretty broken
up about it, I suppose.

Oh, naturally.

When a man loses someone he loves.

But it must be a great
pride and comfort

to him having a fine boy like
you growing up almost a man.

Why do you look at me like that?

He's not proud of me.

He doesn't even like me.

Oh come now, Master James.

If I were a man and my wife died,

I'd love her son just
because he was her son.

Oh, of course you would.

I wouldn't hate him just because he

kept reminding me of the
fact that my wife is dead.

Master James, you
mustn't talk like that.

It isn't true at all, I'm sure.

Would you like a handkerchief?

Please.

I think there's a
clean one in my bag.

This is a picture of
your mother, isn't it?

Yes.

She's a very young
and beautiful mother.

I don't remember her at all.

She died when I was very little.

She was a very good
woman, you know.

Of course she was.

I don't want anymore, thanks you.

My nurse told me all
about her... the one

who used to join me
in the castor oil.

I wonder, she used
to sing me to sleep.

It was an awfully nice song.

It went something
like this... [humming]

That's Christopher Robin.

That's right.

I used to sing that in vaudeville.

Did you?

Were you an actress?

Oh dear, I gave myself
away then, didn't I?

Master James, you
mustn't tell your father.

I have an idea he'd
throw me out if he knew.

Oh I won't.

Imagine, an actress.

Were you good?

Oh, wonderful.

Will you sing it for me, please?

Little...

...bless Daddy, I quite forgot.

If I open my fingers
a little bit more

I can see Nanny's
dressing gown on the door.

It's a beautiful blue,
but it hasn't a hood.

Oh, God bless Nanny
and make her good.

Mine has a hood and I
lie in bed and I pull

the hood right over my head.

And I shut my eyes
and I curl up small,

and nobody knows that
I'm there at all.

Oh, thank you God for a lovely day.

Now what was the
other I had to say.

I said, Bless Daddy,
so what could it be?

Oh, now I remember it...
God bless me.

Little boy kneels at
the foot of the bed,

droops on the little
hands little gold head.

Shh.

Shh.

Whisper who dares.

Christopher Robin is
saying his prayers.

Mrs. Barry?

Yes?

Will there be any answer, ma'am?

No.

No answer.

4, 7.

Hello?

Is that the Piccadilly
Domestic Service Bureau?

I want a staff of
five immediately...

chef, parlor maid, housemaid,
gardener, and footman.

Oh my dear, I know exactly
the position you're in.

It's dreadful about the
help these days, isn't it?

But I don't see how
I could get them

for you in less than 10 days.

So sorry, but we don't supply
nothin' more than a housemaid.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Hello Molly.

No, I don't think any of us have
ever played a part of that sort

before, Molly.

What does she want?

Sh-sh.

Well, of course.

We'll do anything we
can to help, dear.

Very well.

All right.

I'll have a talk to Julie and Lily.

See ya later.

What is it?

We got the offer of a booking.

No.

Good parts, excellent wages,
and an indefinite engagement.

Julie, Lily.

[horn blows]

Did you have a nice
trip, Mr. Graham?

Why yes.

Yes, I believe I did, yes.

Welcome home, Master.

What did you say?

I said, welcome home, Master.

That's what I thought you said.

Thank you, Master.

Peabody.

Uh, yes sir?

Uh, send Mrs. Barry to me.

Uh, yes sir.

LILY: [singing] Hello duck.

You here, too?

What are you supposed to be doing?

Dusting.

Have a nice trip, darling?

You may not call
me darling or duck.

Not in public, eh?

Don't worry.

I'll keep our secret.

Ugh.

Like a nice cup of tea, ducky?

Oh, I can't stand anymore.

No, ether, or chloroform
if it's quicker.

MOLLY: [singing]

Sh.

Hello Peabody.

What are you trying to do to me?

Why?

Why not?

They won't steal
like the others did.

We have an important
political dinner party tonight.

We'll manage.

We're all rehearsing our parts
right and we're letter perfect.

You'll see, ducky.

Oh, Mr. Graham
wants to see you.

Go on.
Buzz off.

[barking]

Oh.

Uh, just one happy family.

[whistling]

Peabody.

[barking]

JIMMY: Shorty.

Shorty.

Come back here, Shorty.

Jimmy.

What's going on here?

Why hello Father.

What are you doing here?

Well, Roger Fenton got ill and I'm

going to spend my summer here.

Well, glad to have you, of course.

And you, uh, you've grown.

Yes sir.

Several inches.

I wouldn't have know you if
I'd met you on the street.

Then, uh, I haven't seen
you in a couple of years.

No sir.

Don't you like it here, though?

Well, yes sir.

Then why do you spend all
your holidays elsewhere?

They invite me... my friends.

Are you compelled to
accept their invitations?

Do they hold a gun to your head
and force you to visit them?

No sir.

Well then why don't you
occasionally come home?

Sit down, Jimmy.

How are you doing at school?

All right, sir.

Find your studies difficult?

Well, Greek, and
Geometry, and Horace.

Oh yes, Horace.

I had the same difficulties
myself when I was your age.

But you know what, boy,
you mustn't shirk it.

Splendid training for the mind.

Also, a great lyric poet, Horace.

Let me see now, what was
one of the things he wrote.

I never can remember, sir.

Matter of fact, I
never could either.

But don't neglect him.

Splendid chap, Horace.

And if you should ever
want to go in for the law.

Why then, uh, Latin, of
course, is invaluable to you.

Any idea of the Laws of Profession?

Well, no sir.
I haven't.

Ah, well.

Perhaps you're too young
yet to plan for the future.

Now you may not, at this
point, think that you

have any use for Greek either.

The study of Greek is an
element in the shaping

of your cultural life,
and one that, uh,

you can't afford to overlook.

And that goes for Geometry, too.

Oh, great character building.

Ah, a lesson in
discipline for the brain.

What's wrong with that blasted dog?

Why, nothing sir.

Well then why is it
scratching like that?

Why do you get yourself
a dog that has fleas?

Where'd you pick up
that mongrel anyway?

He hasn't got fleas.

He's not a mongrel.

He's an artist.

I wish he were mine.

Well whose dog is it?

Musette's.

They played all the big music.

And who the devil is Musette.

MOLLY: The cook, sir.

She's very fond of the little dog,

and wouldn't have come if I
had forbidden her to bring it.

May I be excused, Father?

You seem to have changed the
entire staff in the little time

I've been away.

Yes sir.

It was necessary.

Do you know anything
about these people?

Are they any good?

They're very capable.

I've worked with them all before.

Then they'd better
be, especially tonight.

This will be a very, very
important dinner, Mrs. Barry.

My guest of honor is the publisher

of the London transcript.

And I understand that he is a
great connoisseur of cooking,

so tell your dog-loving
cook that the food must

be of the highest quality and
prepared with great subtlety

and distinction.

Do you think she can manage?

Oh, certainly sir.

My entire political future
may depend upon this dinner.

Therefore, I'll countenance no...

Do a turn.
Do a turn.

Do a turn.

Do a turn.

I'll see that everything goes
of very nicely tonight, sir.

Will that be all, sir?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

It is hard to know how
to handle kids, isn't it?

Particularly without
a woman in the house.

Yes, it is.

Thank you, sir.

Molly.

MOLLY: Yeah?

I don't think this
duck will press anymore.

Musette.

Darling, you're not
supposed to press

it until it's served at dinner.

Oh dear.

Oh my goodness.

It's ruined.

You pressed too hard.

[inaudible].

That won't do, Molly.

No, it won't do.

It'll be dinner time soon
and I can't give them this.

Oh, I'm sorry I ruined it Molly,

but I told you I didn't know
anything about this pressed

duck business.

This'll cost us our job.

Maybe not.
Here.

Make me a pie crust, quickly.

And boil me some potatoes
and some onions, small ones.

And get me that large
carving knife, Ronnie.

What're you going to do?

What we do in the theater when
things go wrong... improvise.

I'm going to turn this
duck into a game pie.

Game pie with duck in it?

Oh, I never heard of
anybody eating that.

Well that's what they're going
to eat tonight, if anything.

There it is, game pie.

Now everybody pray.

What the dickens is that?

Oh, my potatoes.

They're ruined.

Make another immediately.

Molly, there isn't time.

But I could fry some potatoes.

Then you fry them in a
subtle and distinctive way.

You mean with onions?

Any way.

Carry on.

Mr. Graham wants to
know what you're going

to feed his guests tonight.

Oh, you tell him... get a piece
of paper and write it down.

Tell him it's [french].

[french].

With sauce [french].

Sauce [french].

You spell it with a U.

Well, do you?
Oh.

U.

Ah.

[french]

Heh, the old boy should like that.

What is it, anyway?

Duck, sir.

And [french].

[chuckles] French stuff, eh?

Oh Arthur, isn't
this a lovely house?

So [inaudible], so tres chic.

Why can't we live in Park
Lane, too, instead of... Pops.

What's that?

Oh, nothing Arthur.

What did you say Pops for?

Sounds as though you
punctured something?

Oh, don't be absurd.

How do you do, Lady Burroughs.

We're all here.

I believe you know everybody here.

I was just telling Arthur how I do

adore you're house, Mr. Graham.

How I wish we could move
from dreary, stuffy Belgravia

to... you.

I beg your pardon.

What the devil is
wrong with you, Kitty?

What do you mean you
want to move to you?

Where in blazes is you?

Or should I say are you?

I meant Q. Q Gardens...
such a lovely spot.

I do adore flowers.

Never could fathom women.

From now I'm going to stop trying.

Your wraps please.

[gasps]

Wh... what bit you now, Kitty?

Nothing, nothing.

Thank you, milady.

Oh, what a lovely Gainsborough.

Yes, it's very nice, Kitty.

Only it's a Reynolds I believe.

Oh.

Mr. Arthur, you
know that Graham

is going to stand for his former
spot in the coming bi-election.

I'm sure I do, McDougall,
but I make a point never

to talk politics at dinner... never

to talk at all while feeding.

Eh, the fish was all right.

What else you giving us?

The entree is

The entree is [french].

Don't understand a word of it.

[laughing]

JOHN GRAHAM: Uh, Sir Arthur,
I pride myself on setting

a fine table for my guests.

I always insist... uh, [french]?

Yes sir.

What did you say this was?

Canard-something or other?

Why... why, it's old-fashioned
English game pie.

I hope you are... uh, we
seem to have a new cook.

Yes.

Made with duck.

My word.

Are these pommes de-something
or other rigamarole?

Why, they're potatoes
fried with onion.

Why, so they are.

So they are.

It's not bad.

Hm, not bad at all.

Why, it's perfectly fine.

Plain English cooking, I've always
said it's the only kind worth eating.

Graham, this is
perfectly wonderful.

Thank you, [inaudible].
Thank you. Thank you.

[SINGING] Let's all sing
like the birdy sings.

[whistling]

Woo-hoo.

Very pretty. [SINGING] Let's
all sing like the birdies sings.

[whistling]

Let's start warbling
like nightingales.

Give your throat a treat.

Take your time from the
birds, but remember the words.

Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.

Let's all sing like the birdies
sing, tweet tweet tweet,

tweet tweet.

Let's all sing like
the birdies sing.

Let's all warble like nightingales,

give your throat a treat.

Take your time from the
birds, but remember the words.

Tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet.

JIMMY: Here, here.

What sort of nonsense goes on here?

PEABODY: Why, it's Master James.

I hope I didn't frighten you.

Oh, you did not give
us a turn, Master James.

I thought it was his nibs.

Well I heard you singing
and I couldn't sleep,

so I thought I'd join you.

I hope you don't mind.

[ALL] Oh, no.

Well, thank you.

Oh how nice.

- Game pie.
- Would you like some?

Oh, yes please.

Well, sit down there.

Thank you.

Hello Shorty.

Oh, won't you sit down,
ladies and gentlemen.

Oh thank you.

Have a nice cup of tea.

Thank you very much.

I suppose the party tonight
was as stuffy as usually.

Oh, I don't know.

It had its moments.

But I always make it a rule never

to discuss politics
during dinner... in fact,

never to talk at all while feeding.

Ah, old English game pie.

Hm.

With duck.

Hm, not bad.

Hm, not bad at all.

In fact, it's very good.

Why Graham, this is marvelous.

Yes, plain English cooking.

Yes, the kind that made
the British government

what it is today.

Give a man game pie
and fried potatoes

and he can rule the world.

Eh, Kitty?

Oh, Arthur dear.

Why can't we move out of
stuffy Belgravia into you.

Yes, what do you think
about that, Graham?

With your convictions
and principles,

do you think Belgravia
is too stuffy for us?

Or do you think it's
the other way round.

Uh, we'll move into
Horace, Sir Arthur.

Great lyric poet, Horace.

Much better than Belgravia
and twice as stuffy.

Splendid discipline
for a mind, Horace.

And you both could
use plenty of that.

That will be enough
of that, I think.

I came down to congratulate
you upon an excellent dinner

that you gave us tonight,
when I run into this

disgraceful, vulgar exhibition.

I find you not only
mocking my guests,

but inciting my own son
to ridicule his father.

Please Father, it
wasn't their fault.

Go to bed, sir.

But I started it.

You probably did.

I'm ashamed and repelled
by your behavior.

I hardly dared expect
filial affection from you,

but I did hope that I
merited your respect.

But I do respect you, Father.

And it's not their fault.

Go to bed at once.

Who are you people?

Where'd you come from?

I find you all extremely odd.

This young person greets my arrival

from Suffolk as if I were a Caesar

coming home from the wars.

And my gardener seems to
find [inaudible] an adjunct

to horticulture.

Beg your pardon, sir?

He means you dance
while you garden.

Oh.

[barking]

And among your group
there is a performing dog.

And you, Mrs. Barry, have a
voice that I can only describe

as professionally trained.

Where did you people last work?

Our last engagement was at the Queen's
Theater Dulwich two years ago.

The light was fine, too,
but the manager absconded.

Oh, Peabody.

How... how could you ever
hire people like this?

I may as well tell
you, Mr. Graham.

I am one of them.

A pack of buffoons, all of you.

A troupe of actors, sir,
down on their luck who

were forced to take other jobs.

Not in my house.

I shall give you a month's pay.

Oh no, please.

We've never been sacked yet.

We're the ones who
give notice, and that's

what we're doing now.

We leave here first
thing in the morning.

Splendid.

And it will not be necessary for
you to say goodbye to my son.

You've already corrupted
him sufficiently.

Corrupted him?

Why, we've given him the best time

he's ever had here for a kid.

And if we're at all
sorry to go, it's

because we have to
leave him behind in

this cold and unfriendly house.

I have suffered enough from your
impertinence tonight, Mrs. Barry.

My affairs are no
concern of yours...

Except as regards that boy.

And I'd be a poor thing indeed
if I didn't speak up for him.

The kid's starving for
kindness and affection.

And what do you give him?
Coldness, impatience, and bad temper.

How dare you talk like this to me?

Because we're not servants
and master anymore.

And because it needs to be said.

You're making an enemy out
of your son, Mr. Graham,

and someday you're
going to regret it.

Well, glad I got that off my chest.

We'll leave the
packing 'til morning.

It's been quite a day.

Doing Romeo and
Juliet at the old Vic.

I wonder if they'd
have anything for me.

Well I can't go back on the stage

because all my clothes are
designed for domestic service.

And I continue in domestic service

because all my references
point to the fact

that I was on the stage.

I can't even throw
myself in the Thames

because I happen to be an
extraordinarily good swimmer.

It was like cutting
butter with a hot knife

cooking on this range.

Had the most wonderful flue.

Never mind that, dear.

You do just as well over a
spirit lamp in a furnace room.

That's how we've done
it for the last 30 years

and you never minded a bit.

This has been the shortest
engagement we've ever played,

hasn't it?

Never mind.

We'll manage.

[knocking]

Who is it?

It's me, sir.

Jimmy.

Come in.

I'm, uh, I'm very sorry
about last night, Father.

It was awfully rude of me.

I want to apologize.

It's quite all right.

I wish you wouldn't
blame the staff.

I started it by pretending to be
you so they'd be startled if I

make myself clear, and that sort of

got them into the spirit of it.

Naturally enough, I suppose,
since they're actors.

Did they tell you?

Isn't it wonderful?

Heh, I hadn't looked at
it in quite that light.

It's like being in the
theater all the time

having them around.

Mrs. Barry put on a bit of
a show for me after you left.

She did?

She's very good, isn't she, Father?

I found her quite convincing.

Then you're not angry, Father?

No.

Thank you.

Will you be ready
for breakfast soon?

There probably won't be any.

They gave notice last night.

Oh.

Why?

Partly because of
the way I treat you.

It isn't true, Jimmy, that
I dislike you, you know.

No sir?

On the contrary, you're my only
child and I should be a very

unnatural father if I
didn't... if I didn't feel

a very definite regard for you.

Yes sir?

You believe that, don't you?

Yes.

And I should be extremely unhappy

if I felt that you disliked me.

But I don't, Father.

I understand.

What?

I understand the way
you feel, sir, about me.

And what way is that?

Well, I realize that I keep
reminding you of mother.

I know that you
loved her very much,

and that she was a
very saintly woman.

I understand how my
presence here keeps bringing

back the memory of your loss.

There isn't a word of truth in it.

What, Father?

Whatever difficulty's
been between us

has been due entirely
to my coldness,

my impatience, my temper.

As you know, I have
a very bad temper...

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

But I shall try to
control it hereafter.

Well, I don't think you need...

And if you ever find me irritable,

if ever I shout at you or am
abusive... if my infernally bad

disposition manifests again...

But I think it's just
as much my fault...

Confound it, boy.

Let me finish.

Well.

I... I did it again.

You're laughing, Father.

Yes.

I'm laughing.

Come and help me dress
and we'll go down

and have breakfast together.

[doorbell buzzing]

Good morning?

Relaxed his discipline, hasn't he?

Always used to insist on the
maids wearing proper uniforms.

Don't tell me he's grown
soft in his old age.

Is there something
I can do for you?

You?

Not very likely.

Oh, I hate this place.

It always was the most
expensively furnished mausoleum

in all London.

Who are you, please?

The prodigal, come back for
her bit of the fatted calf.

Tell your employer he has
a visitor... an old friend.

I think he's still asleep.

Wake him up.

Don't stand there gaping, woman.

Do as you're told.

It's Mrs. Graham, isn't it?

It was.

I wouldn't dare waken him.

His orders are not to be
disturbed until he rings.

Yes, I remember that, too.

Very well, I'll wait
for a little while.

Have they gone yet, Father?

Who?

Oh, the staff.

No.

Seems to me they'd have come
for their wages before leaving.

Do you mind if I
ask them not to go?

You're very fond
of them, aren't you?

Oh yes, sir.

Well, naturally.

They're far more amusing
than I'd ever hope to be.

Well, I like them, but
I like you much better.

After all, you are my father.

Very true.

Well, carry on.

Tell them I'm anxious
to have them stay.

Offer them higher wages, more
time off, anything they want.

JIMMY: Oh, here you are Father.

Thanks awfully.

See you at breakfast.

Mrs. Barry, I have a message
for you from my father.

He'd like it awfully well if
you and the others would stay on

and... Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were engaged.

Good morning.

Hello there.

Perhaps you can tell
me about it later.

All right.

I'll wait below and
I'll tell the others.

It concerns all of you.

My word, he's big, isn't he?

Dates me, doesn't he?

Oh, I don't know.

Not so bad, really,
considering that I

died 15 years ago in an
aroma of great saintliness.

Stupid of him to tell
the kid that, wasn't it?

If you insist on seeing
him, it's going to cause

a great deal of unpleasantness.

What do you think I'm here for?

That won't do you
any good, will it?

1,000 pounds worth of good.

That's a lot of good
to me at the moment.

You've no hold on him.

My disappearance 15 years ago
put him in a great flutter.

My reappearance at this moment
won't make him any happier.

Consider the shock to the kid when

he finds out that his mother
is little less than angelic.

You know Mr. Graham
better than I do.

You should know that he'll
never pay hush money.

There are one or two newspapers
in this country that pay

very well for feature stories.

He can take his choice.

I need this money, and I intend
to get it one way or another.

Will you let me give
him your message?

You're afraid the kid'll come
back and find out about me,

is that it?

Well, you can tell him.

I'm not particularly anxious
to see either of them.

I seem to be lacking in
wifely and maternal feelings.

You think I'm very hard, don't you?

Yes, Mrs. Graham.

Hm.

Well impress that on him.

And tell him that I'll
stand for no nonsense.

I'm staying at the Blakely
Hotel on Euston Road.

I expect that money by
tomorrow night... not later.

JOHN GRAHAM: Good
morning, Mrs. Barry.

Good morning, Mr. Graham.

Mrs. Barry.
MOLLY BARRY: Yes, sir.

Did you see young Jimmy?

Just for a moment, sir.

Did he give you my message?

I was engaged at the
time, sir, but I gathered

from his attitude that...

That I have decided to forgive you.

Thank you sir.

We made up, you know, Jimmy
and I... fast friends now.

I'm so glad to hear that, sir.

Thank you.

There's another thing
that will probably

please you, Mrs. Barry.

I just talked to Mr.
McDougall on the telephone.

He says there will be
no trouble over getting

my seat at Parliament.

And there will be nothing
to stop me from the Cabinet

this time.

That's very fine, sir,
and I'm very happy for you.

Thank you Mrs. Barry.

Come in, won't you?

And close the door, please.

I've made a great many mistakes
in my time, Mrs. Barry.

Don't mind admitting it.

Married late for one thing.

Married the wrong woman.

But you seem to
know all about that.

Then, when she ran away, well,
frankly, I took it very badly.

One would, sir.

She left the boy
to me, but I didn't

know how to bring him up.

I didn't even know
how to make friends

with him until a few moments
ago, and that was your doing.

Thank you, sir.

Well, that's all behind me now.

Going to do much better
in the future, with,

I hope, your continued
help, Mrs. Barry.

Of course, sir.

Then that's that.

I hope I haven't bored
you with my reminiscences.

Oh, quite the contrary sir,
but I'm afraid something

has happened here.

You'll take care of it.

I'm convinced you're
a very capable woman.

Don't worry [inaudible] about.

Just go ahead and fix it.

I'll do the very best I can, sir.

I'm sure you will.

Well, I'm going to have
breakfast with Jimmy.

And I mustn't keep
him waiting, you know.

Are you sure you've been
reading the right number?

It's a big house with a
large staff of servants.

They can't all be away.

Oh, very well then.

Ring them again and again.

And then let me know.

She been trying to
get the house again,

but it don't answer.

She's unhappy about it.

What time does the play
at the Drurian empty?

Anybody know?

It's a long'un.

They usually get out
about quarter past 11.

We should be finished here
before the Grahams get home.

Not if we don't
get started quickly.

Kit, would you like to have another

run through with Peabody.

Oh, it won't work, Molly.

The whole idea is preposterous.

Why don't you just tell Mr. Graham
that is ex-wife wants 1,000 pounds?

He'd never pay it.

Well, that's his business.

And he'd give up the idea of
going back into the government.

Remember the last time
that woman upset him?

Then he'd probably
close his London house

and we'd all lose our good jobs.

And Jimmy would find out
the truth about his mother.

No, Mr. Graham told
me to take care of it,

and that's what I'm doing.

But why do we have
to do it in this way?

Because we're actors, and
that's what we do best... act.

Can't you hurry it a bit?

Nearly read, old girl.

Must you curl it quite so much?

You need to be very
beautiful, ducky.

Ouch.

Do you think this part
of it's safe, Molly?

After all, it's a forged check?

It's perfectly safe, love, as
long as it doesn't get cashed.

Kit, if you forget about
this we'll all go to clink.

Oh don't worry.

I won't forget.

Are we all ready everybody?

Oh my dear.

I almost forgot this.

[gasps] Oh.

Oh, Molly, this is the
part I don't like at all.

I never could kill.

I've never even fired
one of these things.

Come on everybody.

Quick.

Are we all ready?

Curtain.

[barking]

Well.

Well, all along in there, were you?

Can't say in here.

You, you.

What are you doing?

I... oh, pardon madam.

I must apologize for the
intrusion of my little dog.

I went from my room for one moment.

But this is tres extraordinaire.

What is?

That he should come to visit you.

You see, Lulu does not
make friends very quickly.

...between two, madam.

Not at all.

I'm just waiting for
a telephone call.

Well, I'd like to
offer you a drink if...

I have some cognac in
my room if madam will be

so good as to share it with me?

Thanks.

I think it's bad manners
to refuse a drink.

Good.

C'est bon.

Lulu.

Silence.

Thanks.

Well, here's to you.

Perhaps to us?

Why not.

Enchante.

I haven't been to France for ages.

No?

I could've sworn at this
very moment you'd come

direct from the Rue de Lapee.

Not bad for a colonial, am I?

Colonial?

No, no, no.

- Not you, Madam.
- Hm.

South Africa.

Johannesburg.

[french].

Why does madam live at the
other end of the world?

Oh, I have friends there...
or should I say, a friend.

Ah, yes.

A love.

I am a man whose fate it is
always to be a little too late.

Fast worker, aren't you?

And you Frenchmen
always must keep up

your reputation for gallantry.

Pour us another drink.

Oh, oui madam.

I see that you are a
woman of the world.

So now we understand
one another, huh?

I rather think we do
speak the same language.

Haha.
Oui.

Why are you so far away?

Oh, it is only because
I'm so shy, madam.

[barking]

You're on.

Lulu?

Is that you, Lulu?

Are you... [gasps] Albert,
what are you doing in here?

Daphne, I did not
expect you tonight.

No, I can see that.

Who is this woman?

Where did you meet her?

You're doing it to
me again, Albert.

No, no, my Darling.

It is quite by accident
that I meet her.

It's always by accident, isn't it?

That Countess in Brussels.

You accidentally bought
her a drinking in a bar.

Daphne, please, do not let
us discuss our private affairs

in front of this lady.

Lady, bah.

Is that what she is?

And she let this strange
man into her room?

Look here.
That's quite enough out of you.

Albert, I'll do
something desperate.

No, no no, no, no.

I won't let this woman
take you away from me.

I'll make her pay
for what she's done.

Oh stow it.

Stow it?

[inaudible].

This is the old confidence
trick, the outraged wife

or whatever you are finds
her man with another woman

and wants money to
heal her broken heart.

Huh.

Very sorry, but I'm afraid
it won't work this time.

[knocking]

What now?

What do you want?

Mrs. Graham?

Yes?

I represent the firm
of Wilkens, Herbert,

and O'Shaughnessy solicitors.

I have a check for
you from Mr. Graham.

Oh, come in.

The check is for 1,000 pounds.

I've been instructed to
deliver it to you personally.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were not alone.

Pay no attention to them.

Give it here.

Mrs. Graham, it
is to be understood

that this is the last time that
you come to him for assistance.

Yes, yes.

Oh, 1,000 pounds.

Nothing there for you.

You'll get none of this.

Money, money.

I wouldn't touch a
penny of your filthy...

this is what I'll
do with your money.

Are you crazy?

I see it all now.

You and he were going
to take this money

and go away together.

But I won't let you do this to me.

What... Daphne.

Put that thing down.

I'm tired of having
my heart broken.

I'm going to kill you both.

Careful madam, she's
insanely jealous.

Oh, stop it.

Stop it!

[yelling]

Wh... what's the matter?

What's happened?

Is he hurt?

Dead.

[screams] I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

You're not going to
get me mixed up in this.

I have nothing to do with it.

The gun went off accidentally.

Would you like to have
your bed turned down,

madam? [gasps] It was you.

You... you murderer.

No.

I didn't do it.

You an your woman have
got to answer for this.

We'll have to support it?

We will have to explain
that we found you with a gun

in your hand and a man lying
dead here in your room.

But it isn't my gun.

It's yours or her.
Do something.

Do something.

RONNIE: Oy, what's
going on here?

You've done him in.

I'm going to call the police, I am.

Sir.

Yes?

Now then I am implicated in this.

Daphne has left me.

If I help you to escape,
will you come with me?

Yes, anywhere.

We will go to the North of England.

Why, [inaudible].

I'll never come back here again.

Ah, Paris.

Tomorrow night you will
meet me at the [french].

Yes, I promise.

Give me the gun.

Come on, take your
bag and your duffel.

Oh wait, and that bag.
Where is your handbag?

Quick.

Right here.

Quick.

I'll get it for you.
Get out.

Get out.

MOLLY BARRY: Jolly
good job all of you.

It was wonderful...
better than we'd hoped.

Congratulations.

Thank you, my dear.

Thank you, Molly.

Come on.
It's all over.

Come on, get up.

What's the matter?

Is he hurt?

Oh, he's out right cold.

[inaudible].

Here, I must have
hit him rather hard.

I'll say he did.

Molly.

Molly.

We'd better get out
of here right away.

The management gave me
an awful dirty look.

She told the taxi
driver [inaudible].

That isn't the way to Paris.

Is it?

She's going to South Africa.

PEABODY: A friend
in Johannesburg.

Oh, I think we've
seen the last of her.

Listen, we've just an hour
before the Grahams get back.

Let's get going.

Come on.

Hurry up everyone and change
into your proper clothes.

The Grahams will
be back any minute.

[chattering]

I'll never get these
ruddy curls out of my hair.

Oh, they won't notice.

JIMMY: Jolly good
play, wasn't it Father?

Excellent.

We must do this more often, Jimmy.

- Eh?
- Yes, Father.

What time I have of
from electioneering we

should use for doing other things.

Yes.

We'll go riding.

Riding?

Well, I haven't been
on a horse for 10

years, but we'll go riding.

[doorbell buzzing]

Peabody.

I'm sorry for the delay, sir.

I didn't hear the buzz immediately.

It's quite all right,
Peabody... quite all right.

Ah, I see that you've
all been waiting up.

Very nice.

We've seen a very
exciting play, Mrs. Barry.

Very.

Did you sir?

Oh, a thrilling evening.

Must have been rather dull for
all of you waiting here for us

to return.

We didn't mind, sir.

I'll tell you the plot in
the morning, Mrs. Barry.

There was a murder, quite
a lot of excitement,

very narrow escapes, and policemen.

Policemen?

I'll be waiting to hear
all about it, Master James.

Goodnight all.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Father.

Goodnight Jimmy.

Will there be anymore, sir?

I don't think so.

There seems to be something
different about you, Peabody.

You look very pretty tonight.

You are very kind, sir.

Well, if that's all, sir, I'll...

You've given me a very
bad habit, Mrs. Barry.

I have sir?

That of sandwiches and
cocoa before retiring.

Now I find it
impossible to break it.

It won't take a moment, sir.

Would you like it in the study?

No.

I remember the kitchen's
a very cozy place.

Would you mind, uh...
would it inconvenience

you if I ate in the kitchen?

Not at all, sir.

Not at all.

I'll have it ready in a jiffy.

[music playing]

[humming]

Words, please.

[singing]

Always eat when you are...

Hungry.

Always drink when you are...

Dry.

Always sleep when you are...

Sleepy.

But don't stop
breathing or you'll die.

Or you will die.

[music playing]