" Thank you." "Make yourself at home." "Thank you." "Some soda bread, Miss Aspen?" " Oh, I..." " Some ham?" "The currant loaf's good." " A nice piece of pork pie, Miss Aspen." "I can recommend the scones." "Perhaps some cheese curd." "I don't know." "You'll take your time." " Thank you." "Miss Aspen, is there anything you fancy that you don't see on the table?" "[ Laughter ]" " Oh, Miss Aspen I implore you to eat." "I can't bear it if you don' t, how can I?" " Well, let me fetch you something." "I'll just get in pantry and see if I can find a titty bit of something..." "[ Laughter ]" " You great fool-jabey!" " The girl's got to eat." " You're a great fool." "Sit down!" "Find something to tempt Miss Aspen." "Eh, Mr. Richardson?" " Mr. Richardson knows." "Thank you Mr. Richardson." "Like to be tempted, don't they..." " I'll warm your backside if you don't sit down." " He will..." " He always was the fool of the family." "Don't come out with that pan." "You see how it'll burn you." "[ Laughter ]" "[ Clunk;" "plate strikes head ]" " Hit him hard." "He can stand it." " He'll never feel it." "He'll feel it next time, I warrant you." " Oh, Mother, you're not as bad as he is." "You remember that time she put the milk over his head!" "And he just tipped back and drank it." "[ Laughing ]" "Nothing could boast about carrying on so." " I don't know what you could be thinking at first," " Is it the Busketts..." " So, that's the (Chiada Busketts), the Holland serfs." " So are everyone in Evansford." " Well, now show the Busketts can behave." "She should come at Christmas, that's the time." " Would you come at Christmas, Miss Aspen?" "Perhaps." "Oh, it's a nice name, Busketts." "It's...it's very English." "Very like you." "It's really French." "That's where it comes from." " Why, I never understood that." "I never heard that." "It's a corruption." "It's the same word as bosky." "There was probably a wood here once." "There's a wood here, now." " Ah, now, that's woods you like." "That is a corruption." "Good old Harry." "Bosk is for wood." "[ Laughter ]" "Sometime, never." "Probably never." "Oh, phoo to you." "You never miss a chance, do you?" "Well, how about those wild ducks?" "Not today." "Nobody's supposed to shoot on a Sunday." "An unwritten rule." "Oh, I looked forward to that." "Well, couldn't you?" "I wanted to see you shoot, you two, you could couldn't you?" "Well." "Well, nobody does on Sundays." "Dad doesn't like it." "Oh, Tom!" "Oh, get the guns, Tom." "We might see a jackdaw or a magpie or something." " I thought the jug on the plate was so funny." "[ Laughter ]" " And the way she hit him." "I didn't think it was very funny." "Oh, killing." "[ Lydia laughs ]" " We used to fish down here." " Boy." " Yeah, it was a favorite place of ours." "If ever I catch a (bosket), and Tom couldn't be found, someone would say try the brook it's probably full anyway." "[ Lydia laughs ]" " Better than nothing." "Yeah, the curious thing is I didn't mind." "Mind's all right today." "Yes, well, we were all children, then." " We went to the same school as one." "Me, Nancy and old Shakespeare, here." " Oh!" " Can you imagine?" "[ Lydia laughs ]" "This is where we found five or six of them." "Might be some tarns." " Stop with us." " You two stop." " It's perfectly true about bosquet and Busketts and the wood." " I looked it up in the Dictionary of Place Names." " This is probably the last..." " It's also Middle English, bosky." "It means drunk, too." "Oh, you're very clever, aren't you?" "[ Shotgun bang; ducks quacking ]" "Oh." " I never did like Sunday shooting." "Let's pick some watercress." "Yes, there ought to be some beautiful watercress." "Tom's going to shoot me a duck!" "Aren't you, Tom?" "I'm not sure Sunday shooting's even legal!" "[ Duck quacking while flying by ]" "Fire on it, Tom!" "HIT IT!" "HIT IT!" "[ Shotgun blast twice ]" "[ Duck flees on untouched ]" "You promised!" "You said you could!" "Didn't you, Tom?" "Didn't you?" " [ Duck quacks ]" " [ Duck quacks ]" " [ Duck quacks ]" " You're so wonderful when things start to go wrong." " You're absolutely comic when things don't go smoothly." "You start clomping up and down." "Old Johnson's never late." " Ha, ha, ha." "Look at you, ha, ha, ha." "[ Horn honks ]" "[ Car careens and screeches to stop ]" "All right." "Hop in." " What made you so late?" " All of you here?" "This is a damn nightmare." "No rugs." "By gum, we'll be lucky if we get there in one piece." "Who's driving?" "His flesh." "Old Johnson's son." " Where's the old man?" "Car part gets it start." "Mr. Johnson's feel sick." "Oh!" "This is impossible." "Steady her down a bit, Johnson." "I've got seven jobs on." "I've got one car, and I'm late as it is." "[ Screeching tires ]" " Oh!" " Oh, please." " Slow her down." " Slow her down." "Stop that." "[ Slams window shut ]" "This isn't what we pay for!" "Let me get at that window." "I'll do it." "Stop the car." "Stop it." "[ Car slows to stop ]" "[ Parking brake on sound ]" "What are you doing?" "Lydia, where are you going?" "[ Opens front door ] I'm riding in front." "[ Slams door ]" "[ Opens chauffeur's window ]" "Now...steady." "[ Car drives on ]" "Well, what was all that about?" "Were you trying to impress us?" "You were, weren't you?" "Well, personally I shall be much more impressed if you get us there in one piece." "[ Sounds of music at the dance hall ]" "[ Sounds of happy voices ]" "You'll wait here for us until we're ready." "I said I got jobs to do." "But your father always waited for us." " Be back at three." "[ Tapping window ] Is there some argument?" "Buy yourself some supper and wait for us." "I got jobs to do." "Does that help?" "Back at three." "[ Shouting ] Buy yourself some supper" "[ Sound of departing car ]" "Never mind." "We're here." "That's the main thing." "[ Orchestra continues playing "Bye, Bye, Blackbird" - 1926 ]" "[ "Button Up Your Overcoat" - 1929 ]" " This is something." " Isn't it?" "Where's my salad?" "You can be stuck up, and shake those hollow legs of yours." "Even I can dance to this band." "You're doing fine." "...people make the best-est food." " Oh." " It's the best yet." " Yes!" "Yes." "I got it through the best better and better." "That is the idea." "The best one will always be the next one." "My dear, this one's not bad." "Yes." "I mean the bad especially from London." "Ha, ha, ha." "(Good warning.) I'll see, if I couldn't spare even." "[ Lydia laughs ] Oh, look!" "[ Applause for Alex ]" "The token of my esteem ...and affection." "[ Words of praise ]" "[ Pop ] [ All ] Oh!" "[ All laughing ]" "Nan." "Tom." "There we are, and, uh..." "There." "What's this?" "Champagne." "We know that, but what's it in name of?" "My birthday." "Your birthday!" "Alex is fraud." "Say "Non averre" or "Aventuasel."" "What does that mean?" "If you don't have an occasion you'd better invent one." "(Wrath be John Rabies.)" " Or any excuse for champagne." " Right." "Drink up." "It's the first I've ever drink champagne." "How's it strike you?" "A little on the dry side, perhaps." "Oh, you've noticed." "Well, I think it was a lovely idea." "Right,...cheers us." "[ Both ] Cheers." "Cheers." " God bless our lip." "And not so many happy returns." "Isn't a toast yet, is it?" "This calls for something better, love." "[ Kisses Edward ]" " Oh!" "Ah!" "..." "Ah!" "Well!" "If there's to be kissing." "Let there be kissing all round." "Excuse me." "[ Kisses Lydia ]" "[ Kiss ]" "[ Tom kisses Nancy's cheek ]" "[ Alex kisses Nancy on the lips ] Umm, wa!" "[ Edward kisses Nancy ]" " Ahhh." "[ Alex kisses mother ]" " Ahhh, really." "[ Clapping hands ]" "This is hard." "A workman dozen." "Why yes, but it's much more fun." "It's a wonderful evening." "Here's to the next one." "Tom didn't kiss Lydia." " Well, now what's he care?" " That's right." "Kiss her." "Or may I have your turn?" "We better have another dance before the end of..." "[ All ] Aww..." "You don't get out of it that easily." " Take a long drink of champagne, Tom." "[ All ] Oooop." "Close your eyes." "[ Lydia kisses Tom longingly ]" "Grrrrr..." "[ Laughing ]" "When you wake up, you will remember nothing that has happened." "[ Snap ]" "[ Edward laughs nervously ]" "She's tamed him down a bit." "He isn't driving so fast." " Perhaps next time she can get him to remember the rugs." "It's much cold now." "It's so cold (and help me)." "Oh, so cold." "Hold me." "Oh, bring my coat on my shoulders." "[ Sigh ]" "[ Rousing jazz music;" "off to another dance ]" "[ Honk, honk ]" "[ Closes car door ]" "[ "Someone to Watch Over Me" - 1926 ]" "Oh, it's my favorite tune." "Who you gonna dance with?" "Me." " No, you dance with me." "What about me?" "[ Lydia gasps ]" "Well, let me see now." "Eenie meenie miney" " MOE!" " What a shame." " I say." " Gotta lose with some people." "Well, Nancy, how shall we divide the leftovers." "Ahem." " Let me see." "Eenie meenie miney..." "Oh, no you don't." "[ Nancy giggling ]" " [ Nancy giggling ]" "[ Rousing jazz music;" "off to another dance ]" "[ Closes door ]" "Let's go and find that bastard, Jackie Johnson." "Good." "The two of us." "Johnson." "Jackie!" "Come on." "Come out, Johnson!" "Come on out, you rotten bastard." "Blackie!" "Johnson!" "[ Slaps a car ]" "Blackie." "Johnson!" "Blackie, dog." "Blast if he's already disappeared." "Typical." "Look at the old man." " It's sooo...beautiful." " Hm." "[ Bottle clatters on pavement ]" " Ha, ha, ha." " Damn!" "[ Edward laughs ]" "That comes of thinking of her, too." "I was thinking of her, too." "What were you thinking?" "I was thinking..." "Never mind." "She's beautiful, isn't she?" "No." "Not really." "That's where your wrong." "She isn't." "Haven't you ever looked at her face?" "[ Quietly ] You only know her face?" "That [ Sniff ] is all any of us really know about her." "[ Blackie returning ?" "]" "[ "I'll Get By" - 1928 ]" "Lydia." "Lydia, what's wrong?" "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Everything." "But you used to like our dances." "Well now I don't." "Why?" "I don't know." "They just got terribly respectable." "Just terribly stuffy and respectable." "They haven't changed." "And that's just the trouble." "Neither have we." " Hello." " Hello." "Don't answer." "Hold on." "There they are." "[ Both ] Hello." "Oh, you see, it's always just us." "And we've just danced with each other." "[ Cheerful greetings ]" "Even the music's always the same." "Uh, well, that's easily taken care of." "Would anyone like some ice cream?" "Not me." "No, thanks." "Then again travel strikes you well." "On the contrary, it pursues us where ever we go." "One more of those disgusting strawberry concoctions" "I shall scream." "[ Applause from within ]" "Come on, Alex." " Excuse me, I..." " I..." " I shall meet you." "I say!" "All's fair, I suppose." "[ Lydia speaks to Blackie behind chauffeur's window ]" "[ Opens door ]" "You needn't wait." "I'll walk home over the fields." " Goodnight, Miss Aspen." "Goodnight, Blackie." "[ Slams door ]" "[ Car pulls away ]" "Rollo." " Send Lydia to bed." " Decided to wake up myself for the return of the prodigal." "Damn decent of you to see her home, Richardson." "Ah." "Uh...nightcap?" "Whiskey, please." "Uhhh." "This way." " Thirsty work, dancing, what?" " Plumb awful to have on Sunday, ha, ha, ha." "How do you like it?" "As it is." "Lydia?" "No, thank you." "Mud in your eye." "Cheers." "I'd like to talk to Lydia." "Fire away." "Alone." "Wuhhh." "But I'd have the dozo of a job explaining it to the girls." "Ha." "Well..." "I...all up to wrong, mind you." "Ah, be sure you lock up before you come upstairs." "Well, now, uh,..." "I'll say, I say goodnight, then." " Goodnight." " Goodnight." "Yes." "Well." "[ Opens and closes door ]" "You're very thoughtful all of a sudden." " And about time, too." " Oh?" "I don't know what's got into you lately." " In what way?" "You know very well." "In the first place, you act like Lady Muck with your teasing and tantrums and moods." " If you don't like it..." " I don't." " In that case..." " All right!" "How stupid to think that you had any special feelings for me!" "I was just a handy person to take you skating and organize dancing partners and cars." "You don't care that I feel jealous and excluded." "And why should you?" "All the same..." "It's one thing watching you flirt with my friends..." " For instance?" " Tom and Alex." "What do you think I haven't seen you?" "Playing each of us off against the other." "But sitting up in the front there giggling with the driver." "That's just not insulting all of us." "It's cheapening yourself as well." "[ Slap ]" "[ Sigh ]" "Lydia." "Aren't you going to love me?" "I do love you." "That's the trouble." "Well, prove it." " Now?" " Now!" "Here?" "Here." "Penny for them." "Dare to." "I was thinking about Richardson." "He doesn't own me." " No one does." " No." "Your scruples are a little belated, aren't they?" "They do tend to be." "If you're that (liar), why did you agree to take me out to dinner?" "Because I wanted to." "We're two of a kind." "I'm not sure I like you very much." "Or then you don't like yourself very much." " Sure." "Why?" "That is all too easy, I suppose." "Making money and..." "When I was seventeen... my father gave me a single store at my house," "fifty bundles of goat skin and (gasek heat), and a few bundles of crimson and orange (koff)" "I couldn't even sell." "Now that...was a challange." "Lots of fun." "Now, I employ a dozen people who can make more money for me than I can spend in (six or seven...) and I'm bored out of my mind." "Which is why you drink?" "I suppose." "What happens when I come to be bored seven days a week?" "You see?" "We do have a lot in common." "Without having to lift a finger I'm going to be a very rich woman." "I don't have to do anything." "Be anything." "It's a dangerous game." "Testing people." "The danger is part of the attraction." "Perhaps we'd do less damage if we stayed together?" "Could I have the bill, please." " Ohhh." " Bored?" "Dancing." "It opens to more people, I suppose." "Yes, but the dances would still be the same." "Hmm." "It's...oh, I don't know." "It's all about (plainly) predictable." "Respectable." " Yeah, I..." " More boring." " Yes." " Thank you, sir." "I can't even trust myseslf to drive." "If it weren't disgusting it'd be ridiculous." "I thought you might have some bright ideas." "Sorry." "Blackie, you know all the places." "Where could we go?" "For to dance?" "Yes, but..." "but somewhat different." "For fun." "Somewhere we..." "where we don't have to dress up." "Where we could let go." "Well, I don't know as it's quite your style, but they do have a dance Saturday nights over at" "Milton Posnet." "Where's that?" "Huntington way." " It's a real dump." "What sort of a dance?" "Just a hop." "The village hop." "That's right." "Bob and Nob Saturday Night Shindig." "Will you come?" "Is Richardson invited?" " But of course." "Apart from anything else, the aunts trust him not to lead me astray." "All right." " Hooray." "We'll go on Saturday." "Can you take us?" "I dare say." "[ Screeching stop ]" "[ Opens car door ]" "[ Closes door ]" "Well thank you for taking me out." "My pleasure." "I feel much better about everything." "I do, really." "I'm glad." "Well, aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?" "Goodnight, Blackie." "Miss Aspen." "[ Front door closes ]" "Well, if you ready now, Mr. Sanderson?" "[ Pub door opens ]" " George, here." "Here a few?" " That's fine, yes." "That's two beers." "Yours in a tankard?" "Uh, I don't mind." "Well I do." "One in a tankard." "I can't drink in a glass better than a tankard." "I hate it in a glass." "I must have a tankard." "It's cooler like that, it's..." "different." "Altogether different." "I never said it wasn't." "Well now you know." "You should have a tankard." "George, and a double gin!" "I'll have a double gin, and I'll have a chaser." "I'm glad to see you." "Damn glad." "What's got into you?" "Bring me some lemon in it." "I like lemon with it." "Thank you." "Bring Mr. Richardson one, too." "Ever heard of a place called Milton Posnet?" "No." "Some dead-and-alive hole out in Huntingdonshire." " Well?" "We're going to a dance there." "What dance?" "A hop." "A village hop." "A Bob and Nob Saturday Night Shindig." "I know one thing." "I'll not take my mother there." "What are you talking about?" "Who told you?" "She did." "Lydia." " It's her idea." "You better drink it." "That's what I wanted to say." "Or what I wanted to..." "I took her out to dinner last night." "It's on the Great North Road." "Blackie took us." " Eaton something, Eaton..." " Eaton Swill." " But." " No, that wasn't it." "She telephoned me." "It was her idea." "She wanted to go somewhere new... for a change." "I mean I..." "On the way back she asked Blackie." " He suggested this place." "Well, it doesn't matter." "We've been to village hops before." "Anyway, look, I know her." "If we don't think it's a good idea is all we have to do is put our foot down." "But that isn't it." "You don't have a drink." "I'm going to have another one." "George!" "I think she's...well a bit ...intrigued by Blackie." "How many did you have in London?" "A few." "A few." "Not many." "[ Scoff ]" "What's so funny?" "In his way he's..." "damned handsome." "Well, his way..." "is not her way." "No?" "You can never tell." "You can never be sure." "They get attracted by people you loathe." "You wonder how the hell they can." "And you can never be sure." "Aw, you've had too much to drink!" "And I've had enough of this!" "Look, she can see something in him." "I can tell." "(Why you are not the bastard don of evil looks at her.)" " (I didn't go off on a bloody hat for naught!" ")" "It's a bad habit of yours." "You had dinner with Alex." "You didn't tell me." "He rang up suddenly and asked me." "It wasn't anything." "Are you're jealous?" "Yes." "Good." "I wondered if you would be." "You have to become used to sharing me with other people." "After all the world isn't made up of just us." "I've told you before." "Oh, you're so sweet." "And I do love you." "(Oh, let stand to propeta.)" "I want you to hold me." "Oh, look, about this dance at Milton Posnet." "Never mind about that." "I've got wonderful, exciting, terrific things to tell you." "What?" "Well, next week they're going to London, looking for a birthday present for me." "They're going for two days." "Well?" "Well, it means we can be alone in the house together." "You and I." "Oh, don't worry." "It will be all right." "I'll arrange it all." "[ Sigh ] Lydia." "Give me one of those long kisses of yours." "You remember the first time we kissed?" "I had to make you." " Is that our Mr. Richardson?" " Send him in at once." "I have some scolded notes in the oven." "[ Door opens ]" " Come in Mr. Richardson." "I have to scold you." " You promised to give me your opinion of the [ Door closes ] Anthurium, and that was over a week ago." "Oh, what about the Anthurium?" "The Anthurium do not like us." "They sniff and sulk...." "They reject us." "Well, perhaps the gardeners don't like them." "Huh, huh, possibly there's something in that." "Affection breeds affection, even in plants." "Oh, that's much too profound for me." "I think someone's been overdosing them with dung water." "Anyway, we'll go and have a look." " I'll stay here." "You mustn't mind me." " Oh, don't worry." "I'll stay with you." " Dear child." "Oh, there's a touch of fly perhaps." "But, uh, they're backward." "Well, it is a bit early for them." "They need just the gentlest forcing." "There's something else I wanted to ask you." "Do you mind?" "How do you feel about Lydia's party." "Tell me with the utmost frankness how you feel." "Well, it's not really for me to say." "But I think she should have the party that she wants." "You really think that?" "Did she say so?" " No." " Oh, well, it makes no difference if she did." "The point is she wants rather a large party." "How does that strike you?" "Oh, well it is the most exciting day of her life, except when she's married." "Ho, ho." "I remember my twenty-first." "My birthday's on August the thirteenth, and my father thought it fitting to have grouse and a bottle of claret." "'53, I think it was." "The grouse was bloody,..." "and I'm bound to say the claret was bloody, too." " [ Aunt Bertie laughs ]" "After that we were allowed to play bezique." "You make it sound like a complaint of the liver." "[ Aunt Bertie laughs ]" "Oh well, I think we'd let her have the party she wants." "After all, it may be the last really nice thing we can give her." "Here's to bezique and no grouse." " I rather think I'll have a glass of port, too." " It's congestia." " I think let it be so." " It's all right, I'll do it." " [ Aunt Juliana coughs ]" "Mr. Richardson, my sister and I want to ask you something." "It's a question of Lydia's 21st." "What sort of party do you think she ought to have?" "Please speak quite frankly." "Say what you think with the utmost frankness." "Well I think she should have the party that she wants." " Thank you." " That's what you (Eee) thinks." " Yes!" "[ Aunt Bertie laughs ]" " Oh, dear, we don't want you catching this whatever-it-is." "Oh, I could kiss you all." "You, too." "What about us?" "Kiss her." "Kiss all." "Not me." "You'll catch your death." "Oh, Aunt Julie let him." "He kisses beautifully." "Ha, ha." "So it wasn't the first time." "[ Kiss ]" "And we'll have the band on the terrace." "And dancing on the front lawn." "And champagne." "Champagne instead of claret." " And we must have the grounds open." "They haven't been open since the coronation." "And the whole town must come." "Everybody." "We want everybody." "Oh, we must put it in the paper." "And that means your buddy Mr. Bretherton." "Oh, he'll get drunk." "I think I shall get drunk." "Oh, Lydia." "Well, Rollo will." "Probably Alex if sombody teases him enough." "I shouldn't tease Alex." "Oh, it's such fun to see the look on his face." "Don't tease him." "No?" "Well, all right, I'll be serious with him." "How does that suit you?" "And what about the odd people?" "Some of them won't be able to come unless they're fetched." "Oh, I know." "Mackness could bring some of them in the Daimler, and old Mr. Johnson can fetch some in the Lincoln." " Oh, what a nice idea." "A lovely idea, especially in these days when so many of the young are indifferent and disrespectful, and he colors..." "All we need is a fine day." "And we don't want to go to Milton Posnet, do we?" "If we don't want to do things we don't do them, do we?" "Right." "I think it'll be wonderful." "I'm sure it will." "Clever man." "Clever." "You've got those bright blue eyes, and they see right through people, don't they?" "Oh, I..." "I like the others." "Tom and Alex and all of them." "You're the deep one, aren't you?" "[ Kiss ]" "Goodnight, darling." "I love you every minute." "And next week... every second." "And we don't want to go to Milton Posnet, do we?" "If we don't want to do things we don't do them, do we?" "Right." "[ Dog barking and whining ]" " Who is that, goes there?" " Here!" "Who the blazes are you?" "[ Dog barks ]" "[ Dog whines ] Ah." "Richardson." "Only I...[ Dog barks ] Down, damn you!" "So plumb awful dim I couldn't see." "[ Dogs bark ] Down, damn you!" "Thought it was some damn poacher." "We've had a lot of it lately." "[ Dogs bark ]" " You can damn well keep quiet!" " It's always been a poaching town." " In the old days everybody was a poacher." " I don't know what it used to be like." "Plumb awful now." "Nothing but a lot of damn Bolsheviks. [ Dogs whine ]" " Now you leave the man alone." " I won't tell you again." "Leave him!" "You know what I'm beginning to think?" "Huh?" "I think the whole show's going to pieces." " Soon there won't be any people like us left."