Fanny by Gaslight (1944) Movie Script

Cockles and
mussels alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Cockles and mussels alive alive-o
Cockles and mussels alive alive-o
Alive alive-o...
Catch this one.
Cockles and mussels alive alive-o
- Butterfingers.
- You made me miss it.
Come on. Throw it to me.
Here you are. Harder.
Higher this time, higher.
That's no good, silly. Watch me.
- Now look what you've done.
- It's your fault for not catching.
- Go and get it.
- I daren't go down there.
Why not? The place belongs
to your papa, doesn't it?
Yes, but you know I'm
not allowed down there.
You can do anything you
like on your birthday.
- You're afraid.
- I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
- I am not.
Well, anyway, you're
afraid to look inside.
You're a cowardy, cowardy custard.
All right.
Well, I'll be...
Look what's here.
Hello, duckie. What do you want?
- Nothing, thank you.
- Then take it and hop it.
Shut up. Come in, dearie,
and have a sweetie.
Ooh, thank you. It's my birthday today.
Is it?
- You'd better have two.
- Ooh, thank you. I'll keep one for Lucy.
- Who's Lucy?
- She's my friend. She's very pretty.
Fanny's gone down there
and she hasn't come back.
Papa is giving me a hoop.
It's supposed to be a surprise
but I peeped into the cupboard.
Fanny? Miss Fanny?
What are you doing? You know
you're not allowed down here.
Upstairs with you. Go on.
Go on, duckie, do as you're told.
You tell her ma to
look after her better.
She's too nice to go poking
her nose into places like this.
Go on. Up them stairs.
- Was there a ghost?
- No, silly.
Only an old woman scrubbing a floor and two
ladies with dressing gowns on. Actresses.
- How do you know?
- They told me.
Look, the fair lady gave me these.
- Who gave you them there goodies?
- The pretty lady down there.
- Don't you dare to eat 'em.
- Why not, Chunks?
- They may be poisoned.
- Oh.
Now, if I dies a violent
death, it's poisoned.
If I don't... it ain't.
It ain't.
- Buy yourself some more.
- Thank you, Chunks.
Up with you to your ma. Go on. Don't
let me catch you down there again.
- Isn't it wonderful? Nine candles.
- I shall have ten on mine.
You can't. You'll only be nine.
It's not fair, your
always being older than me.
Anyway, my cake'll be bigger.
You'll get on in life, Lucy.
And how's the birthday girl, hm?
Hello, Mr Hopwood. How
do you like my new sash?
Oh, very nice.
Can't stop long. We're very busy.
The kettle's just boiling.
Sit down, all of you.
One, two, three, four...
...and one for the pot.
A gentleman to see you,
ma'am. A Mr Seymore.
- Where have you put him, Mary?
- In the morning room, ma'am.
I'm sorry, Lucy, you'll have to wait
for your tea. Fanny, you come with me.
- Why?
- Go with your mother, Fanny.
- Come along, dear.
- Who is Mr Seymore?
How's business, Mr Hopwood?
Not so bad, Lucy, not so bad.
What's that place you've
got called The Shades?
- Eh?
- The Shades.
I took you at your word, you see.
So this is Fanny.
- She does you credit, ma'am.
- Thank you.
- I don't suppose you remember me.
- No, sir.
Mr Seymore's been in foreign parts.
- With black people, sir?
- Well, no, not exactly.
How do you like your school, my dear?
- Well...
- I think she likes her lessons, don't you?
- I don't like arithmetic.
- Neither did I.
Come and see my birthday cake.
Thank you for your invitation
but I'm afraid I can't.
Won't you stay and have tea with us?
Much as I'd like to, I have
a meeting with my chief.
They say you'll be prime
minister one of these days.
You mustn't believe all
you read in the newspapers.
I hoped it was true.
It'd make it all seem more worthwhile.
I've brought you a birthday
present. May I give it her?
Of course.
Aren't you going to say thank you?
Ooh, thank you.
When you're older, wear it
sometimes and think of the giver.
Well, goodbye, Mrs Hopwood.
Remember me to your husband, won't you?
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
When I drive in Hyde Park, all the common
people will get up on their seats and watch me.
Papa, look what the gentleman gave me.
Oh, very pretty. Mm.
Lucy, look, isn't it wonderful?
Quite nice.
When I'm a famous actress, I shall
have lots and lots of jewellery.
- Much better than that.
- I don't want anything better.
Now for tea.
Oh, look.
Don't the candles look lovely?
I bet you can't blow...
Lucy tells me Fanny's been straying
into The Shades after her ball.
She's growing up. We'll have
to send her away to school.
I suppose so.
Come on, then, Fanny.
All out at one blow.
One, two, three, blow!
- Pretty?
- You've done it beautifully, Lucy.
We must hurry.
She oughtn't to be long now.
One lump for luck, to give Miss Fanny a warm
welcome on her return after all these years.
- That'll be her!
- Must be. Is it?
- Yes, it's her!
- It is! Come on, Chunks.
- How much? - Half a crown and
threepence for the basket.
Here's three shillings.
You can keep the change.
Thank you, missy.
I'll give you a hand for that.
Are you just home for the holidays?
Home for good. Left school today.
Is that so? Just beginning
life, as you might say.
Yes. Isn't it wonderful?
How you've grown!
And Chunks. You haven't changed at all.
A little bit older, miss.
I'll go and tell your pa.
Let me look at you.
How pale you are.
It's a good thing I have
come home to look after you.
We've got a lovely
supper waiting for you.
Oh, happy birthday.
Dear me, with all the
excitement I forgot.
Many happy returns of the day, darling.
- Thank you, mama.
- Come on.
Sir John's compliments, sir. Will
you take a glass of sherry with him?
- Delighted. Sir John.
- Hopwood.
Miss Fanny's arrived, sir.
- Good. I'll come straight up.
- Right, sir.
Ah, Hopwood.
I want to take a friend
down to The Shades.
Is he safe, my lord?
As a church.
I'll take you down.
- My word.
- Thank you.
My word!
Hello, darling.
- Good evening, Hopwood.
- An honour to have you with us.
- Won't you join us? - My regret, sir.
I've a family celebration tonight.
- My daughter's come home from school.
- Daughter, eh?
I didn't know you had one.
I'll wager Hopwood doesn't put his
precious daughter in the business.
17, 18, 19 candles.
Isn't that wonderful?
I'm only 18, and I'm going to stay
18 for years and years and years.
- Oh, Papa.
- Sorry, my dear.
I was kept downstairs.
- Very pretty. - It's my
first really grown-up gown.
- And my hair's up too. Look.
- My hair's been up for years.
Very nice.
How does it feel to be let loose
from Miss Kennedy's seminary?
Wonderful. It's lovely to be home.
I never want to leave it again.
- Happy birthday, my
Happy birthday.
- Many of them, I say.
- Thank you, Chunks.
- I'll get back to work.
- Thank you, Chunks.
My love?
- What are you going to do now you're home?
- I haven't really thought yet.
I'm not good at anything
really, only sewing.
Are you still going on the stage?
Yes. Papa's tried to stop me but
I talked him round. I always can.
I quite agree with your father.
It's not nice for a young lady to
parade herself before a gaping audience.
Oh, he squeezed me in the hansom
cab as we trotted round the park
Oh, that naughty man from Delhi
By his manner we could tell he...
Was out for a real good lark
Tra la la
And he kissed me in the Argyle Rooms
In the corner, in the dark
He was quite the wicked pasha
Oh, my goodness! What a masher
And out for a real good lark
Tra la la
And out for a real good lark
Please kindly keep your voice down, will you?
What's going on out there?
I will not stand for this.
- Come on.
- Fetch Mr Hopwood, James.
- Get out of my way.
- Sorry, my lord. Mr Hopwood's orders.
Are you going to get out
of my way or aren't you?
Sorry, my lord.
Stop that! You're breaking my arm!
I had to keep on telling
him to leave go of my hand
Oh, that dirty lad from Delhi
By his manner we could tell he...
Was out for a real good lark
Tra la la
Was out for a real good lark
- Fetch a doctor.
- I tried to stop him, sir.
Ah, the great man himself.
What are Mr Hopwood's orders?
I must ask you to leave, my lord.
Not until I'm ready.
And you.
Well, that's that.
Not if I know Manderstoke, it isn't.
Call a cab for his lordship, Chunks.
Don't imagine I shall
forget this, Hopwood.
About my servant, my lord.
Since you claim to be a gentleman, you
will no doubt settle his doctor's bill.
For the future, kindly remember I do not allow
my premises to be used by drunken bullies.
Come on, Bill! Here's a fight!
Toffs, too.
That's right, governor. Thrash him one.
You've killed him.
It isn't true. He meant to
kill my father, I saw it.
He knew the cab was there.
That will do.
We've already heard
evidence on that point.
You ask the court to believe you
knew nothing about what went on
in the downstairs part
of your father's business?
Known only too
appropriately as The Shades.
Yes, I've told you. I'd only just
returned from boarding school that day.
What about the holidays? Surely a woman
of your age must have noticed something.
I didn't go home for the holidays.
My mama always took me
to the country or the sea.
That will do.
- Yes, but I...
- That will do.
You have heard the evidence
about this distressing affair
and it is to be deplored that a
gentleman of Lord Manderstoke's position
has been involved in
these unhappy proceedings.
I hope that the gentlemen of the press will
see to it that his name is not mentioned.
The evidence clearly
shows that William Hopwood
was the proprietor of what I can only
describe as a place of dubious reputation.
Though it is beyond my province,
I suggest that it would not be inappropriate
if the police took steps to close the premises.
Woe unto him who looketh
upon the wine when it is red,
for he shall be in danger of hell fire.
Accursed be the
publicans, and the sinners.
For it shall be said unto them,
"Go ye into the fires everlasting
where there shall be
weeping and wailing. "
Won't they ever let us alone?
We must get away from here.
Somewhere where nobody knows.
That's what I want to talk to you about.
You must get away.
- I shan't be coming with you.
- Why?
- No!
- Ssh, my darling. Let me go on.
I've arranged somewhere for
you to stay for a little while.
Until people forget.
In the future, you must
take the name of... Hooper.
My maiden name.
Go to 117 Belgrave Square
and ask for Mrs Heaviside.
She'll take care of you.
I want to take care of you.
You must get well.
We'll go away somewhere together.
My darling, don't cry.
Don't make it harder for me.
Be a good girl.
Take care of yourself.
Don't make the mistake that I...
I feel so tired.
I think I might...
...sleep a little while.
Cheer up, Miss Fanny.
Yes, Chunks.
I suppose you don't know nothing about
this place your mother sent you to.
I expect it's all right, really.
I expect so.
Can I see Mrs Heaviside, please?
Servants' entrance, if you please.
That'll do, George. I think
I know what this is about.
I'm Mrs Heaviside.
I'm Fanny Hop... Hooper.
- My mama told me...
- Yes, yes. I know. Come you in.
And you too, my good man.
How much higher is it?
As near heaven as you'll
ever get, I've no doubt.
In you go. This is your room.
It ain't half a weight.
Get along with you, a
great creature like you.
Take your things off, say your goodbyes,
then come down to my room for some tea.
Yes, ma'am. Which is
your room, ma'am, please?
You've got a tongue in
your head, haven't you?
See you go out by the
servants' entrance, my man.
Old faggot.
If it wasn't for what your mother said
before she was took, I wouldn't let you stay.
Oh, Miss Fanny, I've writ
you down my new address.
Joe Boggs.
Jolly Bargee, River Row, Islington.
Joe Boggs.
What a lovely name. Is it really yours?
Chunks to you, miss, same as always.
- What's the Jolly Bargee? - It's just
a pub I've bought out of my savings.
Nothing swanky, just
cosy like, you know.
What I want to tell you, miss, is...
Yes, Chunks?
Well, if you're ever in a pickle,
and they're not kind to you here,
you come along to the
Jolly Bargee to me, you see?
- Thank you, Chunks.
- That's all right.
I'll be off now, dearie.
Mind what I say.
If you're ever in
trouble, you come to me.
Old Chunks, see?
Keep smiling.
Mrs Heaviside's room, if you please.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
I was told that this
was Mrs Heaviside's room.
Come in, Fanny.
Don't you remember me?
No, sir.
Oh, yes, I do.
You're the gentleman who gave me this.
You've got a good memory.
I doubt if I'd have
recognised you so quickly.
Mr Seymore?
- What are you doing here?
- I live here.
- Oh.
- Now, sit down, my dear.
I want to talk to you.
Fanny, I don't know how
to begin to tell you this.
I promised your mother...
William Hopwood was not your father.
What are you saying?
Of course he was my father!
No, dear.
Please listen to what I have to say.
It was all so long ago.
So much has happened since.
Mary... your mother...
and I fell in love.
I think we believed that
we'd discovered love.
We were determined to marry.
Her father was a farmer
on my father's estate.
There would be opposition, I
knew, but it could be overcome.
My father was very clever
about it, very reasonable.
All he asked was that I
should go away for a year.
Then, if I still felt the
same, he would give his consent.
He pulled strings and
had me transferred abroad.
Your mother and I had just one
week together before I went.
Remember, my dear, how young we were,
how very, very much in love.
When I came back, she was married.
You were a few months old.
My father had paid William Hopwood well
to give you, as they put it, a name.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for both of you.
Thank you, my dear.
You are married now, aren't you?
Yes, many years after.
A wife my family approved
of. She's away just now.
That's why I'm able to have you here
until we find a suitable home for you.
I want you to rest and
be quiet for a while.
Forget what you've been through.
Here we are, my dears.
A nice cup of tea.
It's all right. I've told her.
Nanny knows our story. In fact,
it was her idea that you came here.
We thought you'd better be
my niece from the country.
I don't want to be dependent on anybody.
I can earn my own living. I can sew...
And a very good idea, too. We're
short of a girl in the sewing room.
You'll earn your keep, never fear.
There, now, if I haven't
forgotten the sugar.
Run down to the larder and
fetch it, dear, will you?
Down the stairs on the
right and then left.
- Yes, Mrs Heaviside.
- That's the girl.
And then come back and enjoy your tea.
Tears not far off.
But she's the right
stuff, Mr Clive. She'll do.
There they are.
Fine sewing. Some people
have got all the luck.
Indeed to goodness, yes.
Tell me, Kathleen, what do you do when
a strange man makes sheep's eyes at you?
Och, I just toss my
head at him, nonchalant.
But what if he speaks to you?
Sure, I'd give him a clout.
Which would you rather
have? A beard or a moustache?
Neither! I like them clean.
Oh, damn it.
Whatever do you want now?
Oh, to goodness. You don't say?
It's Mistress Seymore
returned home unexpected.
- Herself, begorra.
- And her bed not made. What are we to do?
Oh! What a day!
Changing her mind all of a sudden,
spending the night in London.
Packing all morning,
travelling all afternoon.
Mon dieu, comme je suis fatigue.
Fair worn-out I am...
Who are you?
I'm helping with the fine sewing.
She's Mistress Heaviside's niece.
Not bad.
Go and get a tray for
madame. Vite, vite.
I'm frightfully sorry.
I'm much too busy.
Mon dieu. Come on.
- Who's that?
- Miss Carver.
Mistress Seymore's personal maid.
I've got it, Kathleen.
Put it there.
No, no, no. It lives there!
Carver! Carver, where on earth are you?
Hello. And who may you be?
Only Hooper, ma'am.
Only Hooper? Just like that?
- What do you do?
- Sewing, mostly.
- Who engaged you?
- Mrs Heaviside.
Well, I'm Mrs Seymore, Only Hooper.
Come and help me out of these
things. I like the look of you.
- But, ma'am, I...
- I'll tell you what to do.
This way.
- Oh, that's lovely. First the pins.
- Yes, madam.
Tell me about yourself.
Do you know, you've got
the most attractive eyes?
I believe you're blushing.
You mustn't mind what
I say, Only Hooper.
Nobody ever minds what I say.
- How old are you?
- 19, ma'am.
Come. Brush my hair.
I wish I was 19.
No, I don't. I'd hate to be 19.
Have you a lover?
No, ma'am.
You soon will have with
those eyes, I can tell you.
Give me the nail buffer. Thank you.
Hello, what are you doing home so early?
We didn't expect you
back so soon, my dear.
Don't worry, I'm not staying. I'm
off to the Hill-Morton's tomorrow.
I only rushed in for some
clothes and some money.
A hundred should do.
By the way, this is Only Hooper.
I found her in the sewing room.
I'm thinking of kidnapping her
to help Carver keep me in order.
Fancy that old dragon Mrs Heaviside
finding someone so attractive.
Now, don't forget the money.
Run away now. You know I don't
like an audience when I dress.
- Shall we see you at dinner?
- Hm? Possibly.
Go on brushing my hair, Hooper.
Watch Carver sulk when she sees you.
- Anything wrong, Carver?
- No, madame, nothing at all.
I really think I will have to
speak to Mrs Heaviside about you.
If only to annoy Carver.
Stuff and nonsense. Madam
will be gone tomorrow.
One night under the same roof
won't kill either of them.
I suppose not.
- I wish...
- What now?
Out with it.
They say blood is thicker than water.
Now, now, now, Mr Clive. Don't
you start getting fond of her.
If I only had other children...
So you should have. I
have no patience with you.
Letting that butterfly wife of
yours have it all her own way.
If anyone else spoke to
me as you do, Nanny...
I'd give them what for.
I know what I am going to do.
Take her to Orton. Give her a real
holiday before she begins her new life.
- Is that wise, Mr Clive?
- She's my daughter.
For a few weeks she
shall live as my daughter.
I haven't had a holiday
myself for years.
Don't spoil it, Nanny.
There. You see?
- Mate.
- Oh.
Am I very stupid?
No. Chess is an old man's pastime.
You've done quite well for a beginner.
- Want some more port?
- Mm.
You know, since I've brought you here,
you've given me more happiness than
I thought I should ever enjoy again.
I've loved every moment of it.
When you came to Belgrave Square,
I thought of you as someone to
whom I owed a responsibility.
But now I've got to know you better,
you've become a person in your own right.
I'd like the whole world to
know that you're my daughter.
Oh, no. That'd only make you unhappy.
You've been so good to me.
The only thing I can think of is to
find you a husband really worthy of you.
I don't want a husband.
At least, not unless I could...
Unless what?
Unless I could tell him the truth.
The truth?
About us.
Oh, you nasty little brute! Go away!
Tommy? Tommy?
Ah-ha. Tommy, come on.
Is she your dog?
- He is.
- Then you should make him behave better.
Look what he's done.
Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I had no...
Oh, I say. Not a very good swan, is it?
It's a beautiful swan.
- Look at its neck.
- What's the matter with its neck?
You must admit it looks
rather like a hen or a goose.
Please forgive us. Just this once.
Only on condition that you make
her behave better in future.
It's a he.
And on Tommy's behalf, I
promise he'll never do it again.
Well, I must go now.
- Lovely day, isn't it?
- Yes, lovely.
I always think the country looks best
this time of year, don't you think so?
Yes, it does.
You're awfully lucky living
in the country in this weather.
Do you live far from here?
Not far.
I'm thinking of spending my
summer holidays down here.
- Perhaps we'll meet again.
- I shall be gone by then.
Oh. Then you don't live here?
Well, I really must be going now.
I'm awfully sorry about the picture.
And it's a lovely swan.
Tommy? Tommy!
What are you doing here?
Come along. Come along.
Tommy. H Somerford.
1 Philimore Gardens, London.
So you're Tommy.
And he's H Somerford.
Come along, Tommy.
There's a good dog.
I imagine the PM will call an
emergency cabinet meeting at once.
The opposition are out for our blood.
Any sign of weakness will give
them the opportunity they want.
Still, they have a great respect for
you, sir, since the Egyptian debate.
I hope so.
You'd better take those and
wait for me in the carriage.
- I shall only be a few minutes.
- Right, sir.
Look what I found in my room.
I've got to go back to London.
- Must you?
- I'm afraid so.
I've had a message
that makes it essential.
- Did he bring it?
- Who, Harry? Yes.
- How horrid of him.
- I don't think he's horrid at all.
As a matter of fact, Harry Somerford
is about the best friend I've got.
Tommy? Tommy! Ah.
Come on, then.
Where've you been, you young
scamp? Where've you been?
Goodbye, my child. Take
great care of yourself.
You've grown very dear to me.
And so have you to me.
- Goodbye.
- Is that all?
Thank you. I wanted to
hear you call me that.
Oh, lovely.
This isn't, though. Came this morning.
Listen to this and tell me
what in mercy's name I'm to do.
"Dear Heaviside, I am badly stranded.
That idiot Carver is ill. "
Unhealthy creature, always was.
"I must have someone, so come to my rescue
like the dear old lifeboat you are. "
"And let me have that
little niece of yours.
She seemed a nice child and
will be better than no-one. "
The cheek of it.
- Mrs Heaviside.
- There's worse to come.
"Send her as soon as you get this and
I'll have her met at Clipston station. "
Not if I know it, she won't.
- Master Clive'd never forgive me.
- Oh, dear.
It would have to happen
and the master away and all.
He'd have known what to do.
Mrs Seymore would think it odd
if you didn't send your niece.
She'd never rest till she ferreted
out the truth. She's like that.
Sweet as butter while things go right,
but cross her and she'll keep on
the prowl till she gets you down.
- Then I shall go to Clipston.
- No, no. I can't take the responsibility.
What Mr Clive would say, I don't know.
Don't you worry, Mrs Heaviside.
If it'll help Mr Seymore for me to go
to Clipston, I shall go to Clipston.
Be a love and help me
get my things together.
One more. Tighter.
What a minute. I'll hold on to the post.
Now, pull.
That's it.
You've done my hair very nicely for a
first time, Only Hooper. Very nicely indeed.
- Thank you, madam.
- You're a very clever girl.
Do you know, you've
become much prettier?
Must be the country air.
- Did you like Orton?
- Very much, madam.
Did you? I always find it such
a bore. Nothing on earth to do.
- I found plenty to do, madam.
- Really? Such as?
Well, I went for walks in the woods.
I thought the garden was lovely.
I swam in the lake.
Learnt to play chess.
Chess? Don't tell me old
Heaviside plays chess.
I should have thought chess
was more of a masculine game.
Would you step into this, madam?
Confess, Only Hooper. I believe
you've got a secret lover.
- Oh, no, madam!
- That's nothing to be ashamed of.
All pretty girls like you,
or me, ought to have lovers.
Is he dark or fair?
Please, madam.
Very well. I won't tease you any more.
I want to look my best tonight.
Is it a special party, madam?
Yes, Only Hooper, a very special party.
Thank you.
Oh, don't wait up for me.
Go to bed and dream
about your chess man.
- There she is.
- Where?
Over there. Can't you
see her gold dress?
- She's never dancing with the same man?
- She is.
- How many times is that?
- Four.
- Look how he's holding her.
- Mind, did you ever see the like?
They're touching.
Come on. Let's tell Miss Carver.
She can do with some excitement,
and her with a gumboil.
That'll maybe burst it! Come on.
Let me look.
Yes, Miss Carver.
We buy our nightgowns -
robes de nuit - in Paris.
- Paris.
- Well?
- Don't stand there dreaming.
Now the frills. - Yes, Miss Carver.
Vite, vite.
- Miss Carver, Miss Carver!
- Entrz.
- Miss Carver. Miss Carver.
- What is it?
- Your lady...
- What about my lady?
She's danced four
times with the same man.
Is that all? What's all
the excitement about?
If she did that in Pollokshields,
she'd get hissed off the floor.
They were touching.
You should have seen the
chaperones craning their necks...
The old cats
- they're jealous.
They want him, we've got him.
I shouldn't be surprised if we're
not "my lady" this time next year.
- Oh, Miss Carver!
- Don't you let on I told you so.
But how could that come about?
- She could marry a lord, simpleton.
- But she's married already.
- There's such a thing as divorce,
isn't there? - Divorce! Oh, Miss Carver.
Besides, we're getting rather
tired of being plain Mrs Seymore.
It wasn't very exciting
at the best of times.
Has she had many lovers?
Ooh I I. Oui, oui.
Let's see. There was...
Sir John Woodhouse.
Proper toff, but we tired of him.
We're fickle, you know.
Then there was the gallant
Captain Tenant, and...
Oh, many, many others.
We're rather partial to I'amour.
How dare you talk about
Mrs Seymore like that?
A fine lady's maid you are,
gossiping to the servants.
As for you two, out you go, both of you.
- Here, stow it.
- She'll hit you.
Yes, I will. And you.
That'll teach you not to talk
scandal. Out you go, both of you.
Well! Of all the cheek!
Who do you think you are?
Ow! Oh!
- Morning, madam.
- Morning.
I've seen you somewhere before.
I don't think so, sir.
It's that scoundrel Hopwood's daughter.
I'm Mrs Seymore's maid,
sir. My name is Hooper.
- Oh, no, it isn't.
- My name is Hooper, sir.
All right.
I'm not going to quarrel
with a pretty girl like you.
- Especially if she's got something for me.
- Yes, I think I have.
Oh, thanks.
Where'd you find this?
On the floor.
Mrs Heaviside told me you were here.
Fanny, I can't allow it. I'm
going to tell Alicia the truth.
- No, Father, you mustn't. Please.
- Yes, it's fairer to both of you.
Fanny, are you leaving?
- Yes.
- But why?
Has Alicia been unkind to you?
No, Father, it's not that.
Please don't ask me...
Oh. The chess man.
Really, my dear Clive, is
my bedroom quite the place?
I think it a little indelicate of you
to plant your mistress on me as a spy.
I hope, Hooper, you've
made the best of your story.
Something vivid and
dramatic. Plenty of detail.
Alicia, what are you talking about?
I don't understand. I...
Oh, I came in a second too soon.
It was the first raptures of meeting I
interrupted, not the confidential report.
Please go on, Hooper.
Do you really want me to, madam?
I'll tell him myself.
I love Gerry Manderstoke.
I'm going to divorce you and marry him.
Is this a joke? You
can't divorce me, Alicia.
Oh? And what about Only Hooper?
- Alicia?
- Yes?
Alicia, Fanny is my daughter.
Your dau...
Oh, really, Clive, you're
getting quite ingenious.
She is my daughter, Alicia.
Is this true, Clive?
Yes. I came here to tell you.
Please leave us, Hooper.
I'm sorry for what I
said just now, Clive.
I didn't understand.
Listen, Clive, we don't love
each other. We never have.
But now, for the first time
in my life, I am in love.
And you too have found
someone to care for.
I'm glad. It makes me feel less guilty.
Let me divorce you, Clive.
I can't be divorced. I'm
a woman, it would ruin me.
I'll keep Fanny out of it. I'll
name an unknown woman. Clive...
But you forget, Alicia,
I'm a public servant,
not a private individual.
Yes, I know. You'll have to
give up all that sort of thing
but you know you much
prefer living in the country.
You could live at Orton with Fanny.
Think how happy you'll be together.
- You'd still have plenty of
money, and you'd... - Still?
I'd have to have a settlement,
or whatever you call it.
Couldn't Manderstoke support you?
Poor boy, he hasn't a penny.
Please, Clive.
I see.
Let me get this quite clear.
You want me to let myself be divorced
so that you can marry Manderstoke.
You want me to make a
money settlement on you,
so that he can support you in what is called, I
believe, the style to which you are accustomed.
You want me to betray my
colleagues and country.
- Oh.
- Yes, Alicia, my country.
So that you can still
have your box at the opera,
and go to tea with the
Duchess of Devonshire.
No, Alicia, I will not.
Very well, then, defend my suit.
Prove Fanny is your
daughter. If you can.
I can.
I don't think she'll be very grateful
to you by the time the case is over.
I don't envy her her
place in the witness box.
"I believe, Miss Hooper, your father -
I beg your pardon, your foster father
- was killed in a street brawl.
Was not that so, Miss Hooper?
And I understand that he was
the keeper of a disgraceful house
which was afterwards
closed by the police.
Was not that so, Miss Hooper?
And I believe that you
yourself were brought up... "
Yes. I'm not sure that your
country and your colleagues,
to whom you show such touching
loyalty, will be grateful to you.
And I'm not sure the Queen will relish a
cabinet minister with an illegitimate daughter.
Let me know what you decide.
"I need not tell you why I am leaving.
It will be better for both of us. "
Better for both of us.
Better for both of us.
Fatal accident for cabinet minister.
Mr Clive Seymore falls under
train. Read all about it.
I'll arrange for his
solicitors to collect this.
These two will go to his bankers.
Perhaps you'd hand these
to... Masters, Emily Thorpe,
and, lastly, yourself.
Why did he do it?
So you didn't believe it
was an accident, either?
He should have let her divorce
him. He could have lived it down.
Cabinet minister? No.
The scandal might have brought
down the government too.
Can't you imagine the headlines?
Anything he wanted to keep hidden.
He'd got nothing to be ashamed of.
He was only thinking of others.
Then there was something.
This girl... Fanny Hooper,
wasn't she at Orton with him?
She was.
Look, wouldn't it be as well for
you to tell me what she was to him?
You'd better ask her that, sir.
She'll tell you if she wants to.
Where can I find her?
At the Jolly Bargee,
River Row, Islington.
It's a public house, sir.
Wait here will you, please?
Oi, Tom. A toff.
Good evening. I wish to see Miss Hooper.
Miss Hooper? Oh, what name shall I say?
Somerford. Harry Somerford.
I'll see if Miss Hooper's at 'ome.
Chunks? There's a toff
outside wants to see our Fan.
What might you want with Miss Fanny?
I have a letter for her.
- Oh.
- I wish to give it to her personally.
This way.
Here, what's he after?
It's all right, Chunks.
My name is Somerford. Mr
Seymore's private secretary.
It's no use pretending
we haven't met before.
Mr Seymore left this envelope.
I thought it better to deliver it in case there
were some technical details you don't understand.
Technical details?
- What is it?
- Why don't you open it and see?
Share certificates. I'm afraid
I don't understand these things.
I could arrange for them to be looked after
for you. I'm also Mr Seymore's trustee.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
- Mr Somerford?
- Mm?
There's something in this letter
my father wanted you to know.
Your father?
Yes. My father.
"Harry Somerford will send you this.
When you write to acknowledge it,
I want you to tell him who you are.
Tell him, too, that I love and
trust him as I would my own son. "
Your father?
I'm so very sorry.
If there's anything I could ever do...
Thank you.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
"I have had two weeks of
perfect happiness in my life,
and one of them I owe to you,
my beloved child.
God bless and keep you.
Your father. "
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night...
Come on, Ma.
Gathering winter fuel...
The gutter O, the gutter O
Right in the middle of the
gutter O Meow, meow, meow
Upon the tiles we meet each night
And don't disperse till broad daylight
Meow, here we are again
Here we are again, here we are again
Meow, here we are again
Jolly, jolly cats are we
Here, Fanny, I've brought
the missus along to see you.
A bit of all right, ain't she?
I was wondering why the old Bargee was
getting all the custom these past few months.
Happy Christmas, Mrs
Joe. Happy Christmas.
What are you drinking?
- Just a drop of stout.
- Me too.
- Pints?
- Not half!
Right in the middle of the gutter O
The gutter O, the gutter O
Right in the middle of the gutter O
Meow, meow, meow
But soon a batch of she-cats came
Who quickly stopped the strife
Each tomcat left off fighting
and began to choose his wife
Right in the middle... Oh!
The gutter O, the gutter O
Right in the middle of the gutter O
Meow, meow, meow
Upon the tiles we meet each night
And don't disperse till broad daylight
Meow, here we are again
Here we are again, here we are again
Meow, here we are again
Jolly, jolly cats are we
Here. Stick your face in that.
Your very good health.
- And yours.
- Thank you.
And yours, ladies and gentlemen.
- Your order, sir?
- That you come out from behind that bar.
- I'm sorry. I have my customers
to attend to. - Very well.
Well, what are your
orders? Drinks are on me.
- Mine's a pint, Harry.
- A pint for Herbert.
- I thought you were having a party at home.
- I was but I escaped.
- Port for you, Polly?
- Here's to you, Harry.
Come on, George, give us a tune.
Come on, young Fanny. Come and
have a dance. We'll take over.
- I've got my glasses to wash.
- It's Christmas, ain't it?
Miss Hooper, may I have
the honour of this dance?
That is, if your programme isn't full.
I think I can spare
this one for you, sir.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing. Just you.
- Look.
- What of it?
It's Christmas, ain't it?
Go on! Hop it! Hop it!
Look, she's going into the pub.
Miss, they ain't open.
I... I want to see Miss Fanny Hooper.
I'm Fanny Hooper.
My name is Somerford. I'm
Harry Somerford's sister.
I'm sorry you've found me like
this. It's Polly's day out.
You said I could mind your
horse, didn't you, miss?
- It was me, lady.
- It was me!
Is there anywhere we could talk?
This way, please.
Won't you sit down?
Thank you, I prefer to stand.
I suppose you know why I've come.
- Because of my friendship with Harry.
- Your...
Call it that if you like.
Miss Hooper, for some months Harry has
been causing his mother and me anxiety.
We know that every young man
has to sew his wild oats...
...but this morning he announced
his intention of marrying you.
Marrying me?
I need hardly tell you it'd
mean the ruin of his career,
which depends so much on
his social connections.
Not on his ability?
My brother is in politics,
Miss Hooper, not in business.
I've taken the trouble to have
enquiries made about your past.
I know who you are and what you are.
Your sordid upbringing, your affair
with the husband of your employer.
- That's not true.
- Isn't it?
What about that visit to Orton?
Your flimsy pretence that you
were the housekeeper's niece.
And you dare to talk
of marrying my brother.
I didn't talk of marrying
him. You did that.
I've no intention of
marrying him, and never had.
I know what your sort
of world would do to him.
And I love him.
I really believe you do.
Thank you.
If you love him, you must go out of his
life for ever and never see him again.
- But why? I told you I won't marry him.
- That's just it.
He ought to marry, to
have a home and children.
Someone who can share the
whole of life with him,
not just a corner of it.
You can't give him those things,
you've just said so yourself.
It's in your power to make it
possible for him to have them.
I've told you.
He thinks now that you're "made
for each other" as he puts it.
This infatuation may not last for ever.
If it doesn't, what's left him?
No home, no children, a ruined career.
And his career means
a great deal to him.
He wouldn't blame you.
He's not that sort.
Miss Hooper, you must see that
to hold onto him now isn't love,
it's selfishness.
I'll leave it to you.
- Look! There's Harry.
- Good old Harry!
Home, Dom.
I didn't think Kate would come so early.
Well? What's she been saying to you?
Very well. I'll tell you what she said.
You're a scarlet woman. Low and cunning.
You won't be satisfied until you've
dragged me down to your own abysmal level.
Cut me off from all my
friends and ruined my career.
Oh, yes, I can just
hear her. Ruin my career.
Even if it did, my darling,
do you think I'd care a rap?
If my career depends on giving you
up, then to hell with my career.
Now, in case I haven't
made myself quite clear,
I want to ask you a question.
Fanny, will you marry me?
- I can't.
- Now, listen, Fanny.
Kate has probably told you
that I'm a very obstinate man.
I have no intention of leaving
this room until you say yes.
So? Fanny, will you marry me?
Will you marry me?
- Yes.
- What did you say?
- Nothing. I...
- You said yes.
- I didn't...
- I don't care what you meant, you said yes.
You said yes.
I'll call for you this evening.
At the present moment I have
to go and attend to my career.
Goodbye, my darling.
- Harry?
- Mm?
I do love you. You must believe that.
I love you.
Of course I believe you.
Mrs Dorian Gore has considered Miss
Hooper's application for a post as governess.
Since Miss Hooper is not able to
supply satisfactory references,
she regrets that she cannot
see her way to engage her.
So you can't blame us, and, of
course, we never return fees.
Good day.
Good day.
Yes, you'll do nice. Very nice indeed.
No need to bother about
references. I'm broad-minded.
Yes, you and I will get on fine.
Ten bob a week, everything found, and... sleep in, of course.
I'll think it over.
Well, I'm...
Serves me right for being broad-minded.
But there must be some
friend she could have gone to.
Don't you know...
There's young Lucy Becket.
She might have gone to her.
She went on the stage,
the Gaiety Theatre.
- That's right.
- The Gaiety.
- Good evening, my dear.
- Oh, thank you. How lovely.
Now, you suggest where we go.
Now, let me see...
Lucy, can I speak to you?
We can't talk here. My dressing room.
Hurry up, girls. Can't
stay here all night.
Don't sit chattering there.
I beg your pardon.
Right at the end, Fanny, dear.
What happened, Lucy? Did your
military masher give you the go-by?
Well, come on. Tell me all about it.
I wouldn't have come here at all,
looking like this, but I can't get a job.
You see, I've no references.
And I wondered perhaps if you could...
It's a man, isn't it?
This him?
Where did you get that?
He thought, being your friend,
I might know where you were.
He's been searching town for you.
Don't tell him you've seen me. I
don't want him to know where I am.
All right.
But I think you're a fool. He's the
kind of man who'd take care of a girl.
- Lucy, you must promise.
- It's none of my business.
You look half starved.
I am hungry.
I know, we'll go to Evan's.
- Oh, Lucy, I can't.
- Don't worry, I'll rig you out.
Here. This ought to fit you perfectly.
It's lovely. Is it yours?
Good lord, no. It belongs to
one of the girls. She won't mind.
- But, Lucy, what about my hair?
- This is no time for buts.
Use one of those bangs. I'll
get you something to wear on top.
There. That's his name.
Go to the Devonshire Club.
If he's not there, the porter will
find him and tip you a sovereign.
- What if he don't?
- He promised. Now hurry.
- Good night, Nancy.
- Good night, darling.
Two, please. Come on, Fanny.
Excuse me.
Here you are.
Five shillings just to come in?
- What do they charge for supper?
- Don't worry, we shan't have to pay.
Why are there only women here?
Ladies aren't allowed in the supper
room unless accompanied by a gentleman.
- Oh.
- Don't worry, we'll be out there soon.
Trust Lucy.
- Let's go somewhere else.
- What for?
You won't come to any harm, silly.
I know how to get rid of them
as soon as they've paid the bill.
Something for nothing, that's my motto.
Charlie! Charlie!
Do try and look as though you're
enjoying yourself. Come on. Smile.
- Still the same old Lucy.
- And why not?
Look what being a good
girl's done for you.
- Oh.
- What's the matter?
I've just seen someone.
That man with the smart woman?
Not the usual type for
here. I wonder who she is.
He looks very interesting.
He's a beast. A devil.
I rather like devilish men.
- Let's get out of here.
- Sit down again, silly.
They've got no eyes for
anyone but each other.
Look, he's smiling at her.
If I were to select one quality in you, my
love, which makes you particularly fascinating,
it's your unique talent for
making yourself disagreeable.
I suppose you expect me to be overwhelmed with
gratitude that you brought me to this place.
You always reproach me
for not taking you out.
This seems the ideal place
for you to display your charms.
- You know how you love doing that.
- I don't sell my charms.
Isn't that perhaps because
you're uncertain of the market?
The only difference between
you and these delightful ladies
is that they make it
their business to please.
Why don't you invite one of
them to come over and join us?
That's very nice of you.
Which one would you like?
Scarlet satin has a certain
something, I think, don't you?
Or would you prefer
the black with spangles?
Gerry, don't you love me at all?
- He's coming over here.
- Lucy, don't attract his attention.
Let's go.
Good evening. Haven't I
seen you somewhere before?
You might have, at the Gaiety.
I'm in the chorus. Front row.
Of course. Where else would you be?
My wife would be glad if you'd
join us for a glass of wine.
- Your wife?
- And your friend. Is she in the chorus too?
Come, my dear, don't be shy.
Well, I'll be damned.
The little puritan, Fanny Hopwood.
My dear, Alicia, surely
you're not leaving us?
Here's a friend of yours.
Almost, one might say, a relation.
- Let me go!
- Not on your life.
If you don't want to be made love
to, why come to the pen at Evan's?
For one born and bred in the rarefied
atmosphere of Hopwood's Shades...
Would you mind taking
your hands off this lady?
Somerford? What's Miss Hopwood to you?
Miss Hooper is a friend of mine.
Hooper? I beg your pardon.
Friend, eh? First Clive
Seymore and then...
- Sir, please, please!
- Let me out, please.
Come on.
Oh, my lord.
Oh, milord! Je regrette beaucoup.
- Lord?
- Qu'est qui est arriv?
Oh, I feel very sorry.
No, Harry, I've made up my
mind. That's why I ran away.
But you're wrong, Fanny. Wrong.
No, I'm right. Just as
your sister was right.
If I married you it
would ruin your career.
Look what happened tonight.
What do you think's happened to
my career since you went away?
I haven't been able to
think of anything except you.
It's an awful thing to admit, but I
don't think I could live without you.
Nothing... Nothing seems...
I need you, Fanny.
Don't ever leave me again.
I can't argue any more.
I'm so tired.
I'm so hungry.
Oh, poor darling.
What the devil...?
Polly, come down. Never
mind about your curlers.
Fanny's come home.
Fanny, come on in.
You're a naughty girl.
So I take it you still
refuse to live at home?
- I'm sorry, Mother. - No-one
can say I'm not broad-minded.
That an infatuation of this
sort should last so long,
well, it's not usual.
- It isn't an infatuation.
- Oh, my dear boy.
I mean it, Mother.
The longer I'm with her
the more certain I am.
If it hadn't been for interference...
Port, Kate?
Will you forgive me, Mother?
That was cruel of you. What
Kate did was for your own good.
- You'll live to thank her for it.
- I doubt it.
Leaving out your family, you used to
have some idea of service to your country.
- Still have, I hope.
- And you expect me to believe that?
When you persist in this association
with a girl of Fanny Hooper's parentage?
Oh, Mother.
It's time people were judged on what
they are, not on their parentage.
Do you suggest we should do
away with class distinctions?
They will be done away with.
A hundred years from now - less
- there'll be no such thing.
If our high-born friends don't
like it, so much the worse for them.
You, with your traditions,
to say a thing like that.
You always were pig-headed but
this is going beyond a joke.
That girl has poisoned your mind.
Until you come to your senses, I think it would
be kinder if you didn't come to see us again.
As you wish.
Mother, I'm sorry.
I shall believe that when you come and tell me
you've seen the last of this unfortunate girl.
What'll they be up to next?
Here, that thing's supposed to
be a birthday present for Fanny.
You've been playing with
it ever since you came here.
Give it to Fanny.
Look. My birthday present from Harry.
Oh, let's have a look.
- Lovely.
- I'm not supposed to have seen it.
- It's supposed to be a surprise.
- You're happy, aren't you?
- Happier than I ever thought possible.
- I think you're soft.
- You've got no hold on him.
- I know what I'm doing, Polly.
Besides, I must think
of him as well as myself.
Is that a hansom?
It is! It's Harry! He's come
early because it's my birthday.
Isn't he wonderful?
We're going back to
the shop to change it.
I'm not going to have our Fannikins
looking at some of these pictures.
You keeping it to yourself
all this time. Give it here.
- Hello, Polly, my dear. Watcha, Chunks.
- Watcha!
- What on earth have you got there?
- Never you mind.
- Ooh, er.
- Chunks gave it to me for my birthday.
- He's been having a wonderful time.
- You wait till you see my present.
I'll get it.
- You've been looking.
- No, I haven't even peeped.
Anyway, that's not it.
- What's this?
- You always said you wanted to go to Paris.
Par ici, s'il vous plat.
Oh, isn't it lovely?
Harry, look at the view.
It is madam's first visit to Paris?
Oui, madame.
Elle est ravissante.
Merci, madame. I think so.
Si frache, si ingnue.
You have the good luck.
- And she also.
- Oh, I don't...
Ah, jeunesse.
Hm? Oh.
Si vous voulez quelque
chose, kindly to ring.
La sonnette est I.
One time for la femme de chambre,
and two times for le waiter.
Amusez-vous bien, mes enfants.
Madame, monsieur.
- What did she say?
- She told us to enjoy ourselves.
- Do we need to be told?
- No.
Oh, look, we've got a balcony.
What a lovely wide street.
The most beautiful street in the world.
- It's the...
- Don't tell me. I know. It's the Champs Elyses.
- Did I pronounce that nicely?
- Not badly.
Look, there's the Arc de Triomphe,
built by Napoleon to
commemorate the battle of...
Oh, dear, I've forgotten.
There are so many things I want to see.
The Louvre, Notre Dame, the shops
and the restaurants in the streets...
Don't I come in anywhere?
What's next?
Oh, er...
Grand spectacle aquatique
- les nnuphars.
What's that?
You'll see in a minute.
- Harry!
- Mm-hm?
I believe that's Lucy.
Then it must be.
So that's a nnuphar.
I think I'll wait out here.
She may not be dressed yet.
- She won't mind.
- No, but I should.
Fanny! Fancy you in Paris!
Fancy you. We had the
surprise of our lives.
- Did you like me? Was I good?
- Oh, yes.
- Your hair was wonderful.
- I got the job because of my figure.
- The hair was a great help, though, wasn't it?
- Beast.
Now, hurry up, we're
taking you out to supper.
I can't. Not tonight.
- I'm expecting a gentleman friend.
- We're not going to take no for an answer.
- Is it safe?
- I don't know about safe, but er...
Good evening, Lucile.
Harry Somerford.
My dears, I hope you
don't think me rude but...
Well, the gentleman I'm
expecting is Lord Manderstoke.
Lord Manderstoke? Lucy, how can
you be friends with a man like that?
I can be friends with
whom I please, can't I?
Besides, I happen to
be rather fond of him.
- Harry, let's go.
- Please go quickly.
He's never forgiven you
for knocking him down.
I have no objection to
meeting Lord Manderstoke.
- On the contrary.
- For my sake, I couldn't bear to see him.
As you wish it.
Good evening, my love.
- Company, eh?
- She was just going.
We've met before.
Fanny Hopwood, isn't it?
Good night, Lucy.
Will you let me pass, please?
I beg your pardon.
Another old acquaintance.
Good evening.
You're not running away, surely?
Lucy, where are your manners?
Ask your friends to stay
and have a drink with us.
Won't you stay?
I leave that to Fanny.
Please stay, Fanny.
Very well.
Thank you.
Fancy, this is Fanny's
first visit to Paris.
All the more cause for celebration.
No, not that one.
This is a special occasion.
See how well I've
trained my little Lucy.
And how do you like Paris, Miss...
Delightful city, isn't it?
A city made for adventure.
Anything could happen here.
One's free from observation,
free from criticism.
Not like your prim,
old-fashioned London,
where everything you are and
do is remembered against you.
Not quite cool enough, I
fear, but beautifully alive.
In England, we might call it too sweet.
But then, in England, we don't like
things very sweet. Wine or women.
A dry, rough lot, eh, Somerford?
Miss Hooper.
Why so serious?
Come, my dear, smile.
Forget the past, the future.
Live for the day, the
hour... the minute.
Who would have thought after our last meeting
we should be drinking together in friendship?
Take your glass, Lucy.
A toast.
To the settlement of our
little misunderstanding.
That my dear, Somerford, in this delightful
France is the recognised provocation to a duel.
- In France, perhaps.
- We happen to be in France.
I don't believe in
settling quarrels that way.
I'm sorry, I mistook
you for a gentleman.
Shall we go?
He's ready to knock down a man who's drunk
but he's not risking his own precious skin.
Hurry, be quick. Let's
get away from here.
Hey, we may be running away
but don't make it so obvious.
Oh. Oh, I've left my hat
behind. I'll just go and get it.
Don't go back. What does it matter?
It was a very expensive hat.
Won't be a minute.
Is that how you do it?
Where shall my seconds call?
I have a friend in
Paris. A Dr Lowenthal.
If your seconds call
on him at this address,
he'll make the necessary arrangements.
Thank you.
Not at all.
Good night, Lucy.
- Have you got
it? - Mm-hm.
Oh, my hat, yes. I've got it.
You didn't accept his challenge?
Who me? You don't know your Harry.
I'm as hungry as a hunter. What do
you say to a nice dish of escargots?
- Snails.
- Oh, Harry, I couldn't possibly eat snails.
If you're squeamish we'll just have
frogs' legs. I hear they're delicious.
"If by any chance I
do not come back... "
Then you did accept his challenge.
- Mm.
- Why did you pretend?
I didn't want to spoil our
first evening together in Paris.
Oh, Harry, why did you do it?
An affair of honour.
Honour? Stupid, idiotic pride.
What has honour got to do with it?
I thought you despised these
ridiculous, played-out conventions.
- I do.
- Then why?
Probably because I'm not
brave enough to refuse.
What about me?
My darling, I'm thinking of you.
This fellow Manderstoke seems to have
some kind of evil influence on your life.
So you've thought so too.
I can't stand by and see you
hurt and shamed by anyone.
You see, this meeting had
to come sooner or later.
We can't be haunted
by him all our lives.
Everyone I've loved...
It's wicked. Monstrous.
Harry, I can't let you go, I can't.
He'll kill you. I saw it in his eyes.
Oh, no he won't. He's probably
just as rotten a shot as I am.
My own darling.
I must go now. Wouldn't
do to keep him waiting.
I shall be very hungry when I get
back, so keep me some rolls and...
- Don't go! Don't!
- I must.
- Morning, Dr Lowenthal.
- Bonjour, my dear Somerford.
These gentlemen have consented to
act as your seconds, if you approve.
Monsieur le Viscomte de
Parville. Monsieur Thierry.
They have already made all arrangements
with the seconds of Lord Manderstoke.
Good. Attendez I-bas.
You have agreed to a duel
en se retournant at 22 paces.
It is my duty to suggest that there is still
time to settle your difference by an apology.
- Impossible.
- Impossible.
Then it only remains
for me to remind you
that honour pledges you to
conform to the rules exactly.
Your coat, sir.
Oh, yes.
On my command "Marchez"
you will start to move.
And on my command "Tirez"
you will turn and fire.
Are you ready?
Take your places.
Un, deux, trois,
quatre, cinq, six,
sept, huit,
neuf, dix, onze.
You are all right, eh?
Hm? Yes, yes, I'm fine.
I must get back quickly.
I will go and get your things.
Je crains qu'il soit gravement bless.
Et I'autre?
Je crois qu'il est mort.
The patient has lost a lot of blood.
He is still very weak.
It's even worse than I thought.
I realised from Miss Hooper's
telegram that he was dangerously ill,
but this sordid...
Can I see him at once?
Please wait here.
Good morning, miss.
Good morning.
You'll be Mr Harry's sister, I suppose.
I'm Joe Boggs of the Jolly Bargee.
An old friend of Harry's and Fan's.
La soeur du malade est arrive.
Don't... leave me.
Only for a moment, darling.
Miss Somerford, I'm so
thankful you've come.
Dr Lowenthal?
I'm Mr Somerford's sister.
I've come to look after him.
- In a few days, madame.
- In a few days?
Surely you don't expect me
to leave him to strangers?
It is hard on you, madame, I know,
but at the present moment
any least excitement...
I understand Miss Hooper
is allowed in the room.
I rely on her to give
him the incentive to live.
Don't you realise that she, and she
alone, is responsible for what's happened?
That is not my affair, madame.
It is mine.
I insist on seeing my brother.
Furthermore, I will not
have that woman in the room.
From now on, I shall take her place.
You do not seem quite
to understand, madame.
The day before yesterday I
removed a bullet from his lung.
Any strain, any anxiety may
cause a fatal haemorrhage.
I do not hold myself responsible.
If you'd prefer to hand the
case over to someone else...
No, Dr Lowenthal, please stay with him.
- If Miss Somerford wishes to have
other advice. - Only because of me.
But I'll go away. Anything.
Please stay with him.
Of course I'd rather you stayed, Doctor.
But only on the conditions I have named.
Where are you?
Harry, it's Kate, dearest.
I've come to look after you.
Darling, try to sleep. It'll
be all right when you wake up.
Fanny. She needs me. I must go to her.
I must go to her.
How dare you, after your promise!
Miss Somerford, please.
He needs me. Don't you see? He needs me.
Needs? You?
Miss Hooper, when I first met you,
I appealed to you to let Harry go.
I even believed that, in
your own way, you loved him.
You refused to listen to me.
Everything I foresaw has come true.
And now this.
And you say he needs you.
But he does. He needs a
woman who believes in him,
who can give him affection,
tenderness, understanding.
And death?
No. I can give him life.
You heard what Dr Lowenthal said.
I can help Harry to live.
A woman like you.
Not a woman like me. Me.
Miss Somerford, even if I were
everything you thought, does it matter?
Does anything matter now, except
that I can help Harry to live?
I'd rather he died than go back to the
kind of life he was living with you.
Why are you looking at me like that?
I'm just seeing you for the first time.
Seeing through you.
You're jealous of me because no man
will ever need you as Harry needs me.
Till now I've refused to marry him
because of you and what you stood for.
But you don't stand for anything at all.
You don't want Harry to have a wife and
a home and children, except on your terms.
His happiness doesn't count.
You don't even care if he dies,
so long as he dies on your terms.
But he isn't going to die.
He's going to live. He's going to
have a wife and home and children.
Yes, I can give him life.
It's you who can only give him death.
And you know it.
Go to him, mon enfant.
Only you can help him now.
Harry, it's Fanny.
I'm with you.
I'm never going to leave you again.
You're going to get well.
You're going to live.
Harry, do you hear?
You're going to live.
Harry, we're going to be married.
We're going to be married.
We're going to have a home and children.
You're going to get well.
You're going to live.