St. Paul's Cathedral, London.
That's right.
Happily still standing after so much
has taken place in recent years.
And for many of us it's
a symbol of something
that will surely
survive any other trials
that may yet be in store.
This may be the
reason why a number
of people who banded
themselves together
to make this picture possible.
In the order of their appearance,
these are the players
who took part.
Many others offered
their services
but did not eventually appear
through no fault of their own.
The main point was the eagerness
of everyone to take
part in a job of real teamwork.
Of course, it takes more
than actors to make a picture.
And we were fortunate in
being able to make use
of many offers of assistance.
Amount them, these writers.
Also, these director sand
producers contributed
their time and skill.
We have called the picture--
"Forever and a Day"
was finally made possible
only through the
cordial cooperation
of all the Hollywood Studio
sand the technical branches
of the industry.
May we hope that this truly
cooperative effort may
symbolize the common effort
of ourselves and our lives
and may secure the ideals
for which this picture stands.
Hold the...
governor.
We are going to this air
raid shelter every night.
- It's a nuisance.
- Well, I don't know.
The floor is all started.
I haven't been out with
my husband in years.
Oh, dearie.
Hello, there.
Of fly sorry to delay.
That's perfectly all right.
I'll guess you'll be
needing this again.
Thanks, Mr. Pomfret.
Sorry you are leaving us.
Well, so am I in a way.
- Well, so long.
- Good luck.
- Thanks for your staying.
- Oh, Mr. Pomfret.
I wanted to wish you
a pleasant crossing.
But you're leaving rather early,
aren't you?
I have to be at the airport
when my plane comes in.
You have to be on hand
to catch them these days.
The early bird and all
that kind of thing.
I suppose you are looking forward
to getting back to New York?
Why not?
From now on, I can
be found anywhere
on 52nd Street between
5th and 6th any night after 11.
You meet seven days a week,
sugar in the coffee.
All that and Broadway too.
It sounds very nice, sir.
Yeah, doesn't it?
Well, frankly I never did go much
for the shock and shell stuff.
If I'm going to collect shrapnel,
I'll do it on my own country's time.
- Well, goodbye.
- Goodbye, sir.
Oh, Mr. Pomfret,
a cable for you, sir.
Oh, not bad news I hope, sir.
Oh, not exactly.
Where's Pomfret Street?
- Pomfret Street?
Oh, that's on the
other side of the park.
- About four miles.
- Thanks.
Well, so long again.
Goodbye, sir.
Give me a sugar will you?
I mean a pen.
- Oh, here.
- Yes.
We hate to see you go, sir.
Thank you, Sven.
- See you in the near future, I hope.
- I hope so, sir.
With these coming over every
night, sir,
it's a case of maybe you will
and maybe you won't, sir.
- You know what I mean.
- Take it easy.
It's a 100 to 1 you'll
be cursing out cabbies
long after this is over.
Hey, cabbie?
Oh, the theory that them that was
born to be hanged very seldom
gets taken off by a b*mb,
eh, sir.
- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes, Sven.
But if it's not
asking you too much,
sir, when you're writing
your story for the newspaper
over in America, could you sort
of of mention me like, sir.
I'll see what I can
do about it, Sven.
Thank you.
And if it isn't
asking you too much,
sir, the first name is Archibald.
And if it isn't asking too much, sir,
where too?
We have to go to
Pomfret Street first.
Number Six, and step on it.
Did you hear what he said?
Number Six, Pomfret Street.
A blinking elocutionist, is that
what you got your medals for?
One of these days I'll clip you.
Thanks, I hope so too.
Oh.
As I was saying,
way back in '17, me
and Porkie was on our
way back from the game
when Porkie says to me--
Hello, the Jerry’s
a bit late tonight, ain't they?
On the contrary, I think
they are a little early.
You know you can't
trust those Germans.
No.
But as a mater of
fact, what did he say?
What did who say?
Your friend Mr. Porkie.
Who's Porkie?
Oh, very well.
Here they come.
Over the East End,
they won't be coming this way.
How do you know?
Did they Oh, do hurry, Mummy.
They started the concert already.
Here we are, sir, Number
Six, Pomfret Street.
Better take cover, huh?
Yes, thank you.
Take the bags and
duck into the shelter.
I have a call to make.
Right oh, sir.
Hey.
Thank you, my friends.
And particularly you Mr. Higgins,
who sang that song with
much more feeling than I
ever heard you sing in church.
Now, the next on the
program will be--
The next on the program
will be Charlie.
And now I know you're
all in the mood,
and we'll all join
together in singing
that lovely little
ballad entitled,
"I'd Love to Live in Loveland
with a Girl Like You."
I'd love to live in loveland
with a girl like you
where everyday is a holiday
and skies are baby blue--
Blue.
The color of your eyes.
And the heart are always true--
Ha, that's for me.
I'd love to live in loveland
with a girl like you.
Nice voice, it goes
with your eyes.
How about an encore, something
more soothing like a lullaby.
- Some other time.
- Just a minute.
I wanted to say, of course
serving tea during an air raid.
An idea of yours or Mrs. Trimble's?
Oh, mine and Mrs. Trimble's.
Well, then that would make her
about as nice as you, wouldn't it?
Would it?
What I mean to say is shall
we find some quiet corner
and talk about that for awhile?
You'll sit in the corner,
I have to go upstairs.
Then I'll run along with you.
No you won't.
But I have business
with Ms. Trimble.
Ms. Trimble doesn't
see agents at night.
If you have something to sell,
drop round in the morning.
But, but I started to say.
You wouldn't let a little cr*ck
on the noggin stop you,
would you, governor?
Eustace Trimble built
this house and wishes
well to all who shelter here.
Mr. Trimble thinks
up a nice sentiment,
and then he cracks you
over the head with it.
- Want me to come with you, governor?
- No, you wait here.
Got you.
And now, my friends,
we all have a heavy day
ahead of us tomorrow.
Sleep is essential.
Shall we?
Light now dark if we
beseech thee, oh Lord.
And by thy great mercy
for there is more perils
and danger of this night.
For the love of thy only son,
our savior, Jesus Christ.
Amen.
Yes.
I'd like to see Ms. Leslie Trimble.
I'm Ms. Trimble.
- What is it?
- Well, it's about the house.
This house.
You wrote you'd like to buy it.
Oh, yes.
- Won't you come in.
- Thank you.
Just a moment,
I have a candle here.
Oh, oh, you're not
Mr. Augustus Pomfret?
No, I'm-- wait a minute.
You seem alarmed at the
thought that I might be.
You've got something
against the old boy?
Oh, no. It's that--
uh, the matches.
I've got a cigarette lighter.
Thank you.
Sorry, you can't go for old bumper.
But I understand,
young Gates, his son,
is quite a lad,
a great personality,
and something of a blade.
I can imagine.
Oh, it's you.
Well, hello.
So you're Ms. Trimble.
You know in the shelter
with the apron--
Well, naturally I thought--
Not that it makes any difference.
With or without it you're--
Ms. Trimble.
You're an American, aren't you?
What's your name?
Warren Gates Trimble Pomfret.
But we don't go much
for the double barreled names
back home.
So it's Gates T. Pomfret.
I see.
We must be related
some way down the line.
It sort of brings us closer
together, doesn't it?
Does it?
Do you intend to
light the candle?
Oh, the candle.
Of course, I know you've
reason not to like us.
In fact you wanted to buy
the house for so long,
we wouldn't sell.
What made you change your mind?
This is a good time to sell a house,
don't you think?
When any minute it is likely
to be bombed out of existence.
Humm.
And if I bought it, I'd be,
something of what you Americans
call a sap, wouldn't I?
Because you don't
look the part, I'm
wondering why you want to buy?
I hardly think you'd understand.
- Shall we go into the drawing room?
- Sure.
Old, something in common
with a pile of bones, doesn't it?
Is it haunted?
Every old house with
character has its ghosts.
Is that so?
- Where do you keep them?
- The ghosts?
Oh, ghosts.
I thought you said goats.
Oh, well, just a gag.
Americans haven't much feeling
for old houses, have they?
Oh, we like them, up to 10 years.
Well, thank you.
After that of course,
being a generous people,
we turn them over
to the termites.
Nice.
Now that you've agreed to sell,
what do you want for the property.
Well, I wouldn't want
to quote a figure
that might embarrass you.
Would 2.10 be too much?
You may find it something
to joke about, Mr. Pomfret.
But amazing as it may seem to you,
I do want to buy.
Would you consider selling
for 2,000 pounds?
2,000.
Is there oil on the land?
There is nothing on the
property except an old house
and a few memories.
Oh, yes, the memories.
I forgot about them.
Well, let's see now,
a good memory in first class shape
is worth a little something.
The worn out ones you
can pick up a car.
Well, speaking of memories.
So that's the masterpiece.
That happens to be a
portrait of Admiral
Trimble who built this house.
What will you take for it?
Would 2.10 be too much?
Would you take this?
Sure.
Now, if you don't mind,
I prefer to transact
any further business
through my solicitor.
The door in the hallway
leads down into the shelter.
Goodbye, Mr. Pomfret.
Yeah, but about the house?
The portrait?
Ms. Trimble.
Trimble.
Trimble, I want to take back
all I said and apologize.
Please don't.
I want to.
I barge in here like
a half wit trying
to be funny without any
thought of what I might
be doing to your feelings.
And I'm sorry.
You didn't know.
There is no reason why you should
feel as I do about things.
Merely that I'm rather
found of this house
and everything in it.
Born here, weren't you?
My mother and I restored it
to what it was originally,
as nearly as we could.
It was a boarding house when
we leased it from your family.
Point against us, huh?
Well, it could have
been kept in repair
and lent to some decent family.
But what good reason?
It's just a house, and
a very old one at that.
Besides look at the neighborhood,
the glue factory,
gas works.
I'm not referring
to the surrounds.
To the people who lived here.
The people who lived here?
You mean the Trimbles
and Pomfrets?
What did they ever do
that was so wonderful?
Nothing much.
You contribute to the
destiny of Britain,
others would govern an
industry, of course.
But somehow, they were all people
I'd like to have known.
I...
The Dutchman was a 74.
I knew he was a Dutchmen by the..
Go on anyway.
Go on.
Whoa.
Whoa there.
Now there, there's a land, Admiral.
The finest sight
this side of London.
Oh, take a good
look at it, Admiral.
You can almost feel the spring
of the turf under your feet.
I'm not buying spring.
Five fertile acres, Admiral.
Five miles for the city so
you’ll never be built over.
- How much you want for it?
- Twenty pound an acre, sir.
100 pound the lot.
It's a steal, a sacrifice.
Half the price of any of
the property around here.
How's the price?
- What's wrong with it?
- Nothing, sir.
Nothing at all.
Wait what's this?
Oh, that's it.
The highwayman.
By thunder, I haven't
seen a swinging corps
since my West Indian days, eh?
You don't mind it, sir?
Mind it--
Why the Admiral used to have one
hanging from the arm every day
and a brace on Monday.
Oh, Fitz, Fitz, Fitz.
Well, every other Monday.
Mr. Stubbs, I'll buy your land
and the highwayman too.
What's that?
That sir, now that's a bit of
history, a bit of real history.
That mound used
to be a fortification.
A fortification, eh?
Hundred of years ago in
the year 40 to be exact,
a man named Coractocus built
a fort there to defend himself
against the Roman invasion.
Did he began?
And picked a fine spot too.
Aves strategic, two big fields
to fire his catapults, huh?
And that's the way
the invaders came.
Over the downs and
up the ladders.
That's the way they'll come this time
if our Parliament doesn't.
Do you think there is any danger
of invasion, Admiral?
Danger?
That little upstart
Corsican Bonaparte's
been walking up and down
there for three years
eyeing the Cliffs of Dover.
He even has plans for a balloon.
Thinks he can fly over.
Does the government
know about that, sir?
Government, bah.
Spaniards.
I'm not relying on them.
I'll build my house in
the middle of that fort.
And I'll defend it myself.
Oh, let them come with
their balloons and their barges.
And instead of a
pinch back highwayman,
I'll have a general flying
from my masthead, eh?
I built this house,
not for myself,
but for you and for the others
that are coming afterward.
Here, come here.
See that cherry tree?
That's a nice place for
the young lovers to sit, eh?
- Bit public, don't you think?
- Oh, no.
Much more comfortable here.
Ah, but lovers must have a place
to sit outside as well as in.
Hello, when did you sit for that?
Sit be blow.
I stood for three weeks.
Very dry work.
Good idea, young fellow.
We'll go down below decks.
Well, there's more work
with bricks and mortar.
Something that no builder
can put into it, something
that he can't take out of it.
It isn't here, it isn't there.
You just can't put
your fingers on it.
Hello.
What's this.
That's a fine sentiment father.
Aye, aye.
Built by sweat and squared--
Father the foundations.
Look here, Billy.
I took this myself from
a French privateer.
Brandy?
Hmm, good stuff too.
Lasted the family for years.
Used on occasions.
And this is one, eh, Billy.
Well, here's to our name, Admiral.
Ah.
Yes.
I don't know what's
got into our Navy.
Where they put men like me
and Nelson on half pay.
Well, Nelson's been recalled.
He's at sea now.
God help the French if
he ever catches up to them.
Well, what about me?
Did the Admiral try forget to
run the order of my ship,
The Zebra, rechristened
The Undaunted in
honor of her commander.
Eustice.
Oh, coming my dear.
Just another quick one, Billy.
Eustice.
Quick. Quick.
Coming, my dear.
Oh.
What hit me?
Drat that low arch.
I've been meaning
to get it altered.
There is a storm coming up.
- Fine house, Admiral.
- Fine house.
It'll be safer if
you’d protect the right flank.
Now if you'd allow me to dig a
trench through your graveyard--
Oh, no, no.
I couldn't do that.
And why not, friend?
Well, for spiritual reasons.
Bak, what will your
spiritual reasons get you
when the invaders are sitting on
your tombstones eating frogs, eh?
Don't forget, father,
there is a British Navy protecting
your right flank, so
why not take it easy
now the house is completed.
Completed?
The house hasn't begun yet.
When they will be weddings and
children playing on the stairs.
Now just a moment, father.
Who's wedding and children
are you speaking about?
Ack, you know very
well what I mean.
Yes, I know very
well what you mean.
You've probably had my
wife already picked out.
Someone substantial
to go with the house.
This house is meant to last.
She'll ride out many
a gale like this one.
Before she comes into
her own, she'll see
lots of people, good and bad.
Aye, and strange
happenings too no doubt.
When a house begins to live--
- What's that?
- What's what?
She's soaked from to keel.
Aye.
Hey, Luchie.
Poor thing.
Who would she be?
Time enough to worry
about that when
we get her out of these
wet things and into bed.
Ben, take her upstairs.
Yes.
And Eustice, get the
warming pad immediately.
Aye, aye.
- What do you make of it, Admiral?
- I'd give the lot.
Saving your presence, Vicor,
a storm that is a
a young girl left unconscious
on my door step.
You stay with her, Bill,
why I get some dry clothes
and a hot drink.
- Who is there?
- In the name of the law.
Who are you?
William Barstowe is
called to attention.
Are you the house holder?
No, I'm William Trimble, his son.
We're looking for a Ms. Trenchard.
She was observed from
the inn running in here.
That's quite right.
Now if we might trouble you
to bring us the young lady,
we'll take her back.
Back to Mr. Ambrose
Pomfret, her guardian.
Doubtless she's given
you some cock and bull
story about being mistreated.
But I think I'm the best judge
of what's good for her.
I happen to be the man
that she is going to marry.
It's worse than I thought.
Now look here, sir, are you going
to hand over Ms.Trenchard?
No, Mr. Barstowe, I'm not.
Look here, sir, we
are within our rights.
Habeas Corpus, we are never
the bother, you know.
Goodnight, gentlemen.
Stop or I sh**t.
Oh, Eustice.
Right here.
You know it was in self defense.
It was in the moment.
I can hardly wait.
Be careful
leave Bonaparte to me.
It's all right, father.
It's all right.
It's just a local skirmish.
Oh, I didn't know
it would go off.
I must have been
pointing rather low.
I wish it had been
Bonaparte's backside.
And that, and then that.
And the last I finished with--
I suppose all this time
Master Bill was just looking
on twiddling his thumbs, eh?
Oh, I must--
Isn't it all romantic?
Just like a fairy tale.
Yes. She looks a nice
little thing in a way.
And I really pity her having
to go back to that old Barstowe.
Oh, guardian or not,
he can't force
you to marry a man like that.
- These are modern times.
- It's 1804.
Oh, I know Mr. Trimble.
Perhaps I am too modern.
After all, a woman rebelling
against man's authority
is a dangerous experiment.
Still, what am I to do now?
Well, I would suggest that
you remain here with us.
Mr. Pomfret.
Well, now don't you worry.
I've been looking forward to this.
Will you be careful?
Hmm? Careful?
Oh, yes.
I can be most careful.
Mr. Trimble, I believe I owe you
an apology for my ward's
somewhat dramatic behavior.
I think you owe the apology
to Ms. Trenchard.
And I must congratulate your mother
on her marksmanship.
Mr. Barstow will
not be able to sit
his horse for quite some time.
Yes, we are all very good sh*ts
here, Mr. Pomfret.
Come, my dear.
We are both grateful to
Mr.Trimble for his hospitality.
But we must go now.
Ms. Trenchard is staying here.
As a lawyer, let me call
your attention to Mr. Pomfret's
rights in this matter.
He has complete control
over Ms. Trenchard
until he relinquishes
that guardianship
on the day of her marriage.
I'm sure Ms. Trenchard is
quite well aware of that too.
That is why I'm staying here.
Mr. Trimble and I are going
to be married immediately.
Is this true, Mr. Trimble
that you are marrying Miriam?
Are you in the habit of
doubting Miriam's word?
My apologies, Mr. Trimble.
And may I offer my congratulations.
You have an attractive house here.
Come, Tripp.
- Good day, sir.
- Good day.
And as you do not
appear to know it,
your fiance's Christian name
is Susan not Miriam.
- Irritating family.
- Yes.
Not the first time
they've annoyed me.
- No, sir.
- Pity.
They will have to learn that
I can be irritating too.
He'll be back.
You don't know him.
He didn't believe that
story of our marriage.
Then we shall have to
invite him to the wedding.
Wedding?
Why yes.
You proposed to me you know.
I, I propos--
Yes.
Not five minutes ago on
those steps over there you--
Oh, that was just to
get rid of Mr. Pomfret.
Oh, was it?
That don't get rid of me, ma'am.
You've compromised me.
I've compromised you?
You most certainly have.
You've announced our marriage
before practically the entire county.
I insist that you make
an honest man of me.
Sitting in this garden w*r seems,
seems so far away.
Our gardens are
worth fighting for.
I do wish Eustace would
think of his throat.
I know he'll have one of
my tonight.
Eustace.
Eustace.
All right, my dear.
I'll keep it low.
I'll keep it low.
Do wish we women
weren't such cowards.
Cowards?
We are as brave as men, braver.
We don't need drums and uniforms
to do our duty thank goodness.
I'd rather have a baby
than go into battle.
You haven't had the baby yet.
- Is she still at the house.
- Yes, poor dear.
But any minute now.
Well, I'm glad Master Bill is
out of the way chasing them.
It does keep his mind off it.
Yes, but I wouldn't
say the Admiral was
exactly laughing his head off.
Vicar, why do women
have to have babies?
Why can't they lay
eggs like penguins.
I'm afraid it's an ancient, Admiral.
You don't have babies, do you, eh?
Hello.
They are casting up an infernal
din with your bells, Vicar.
What the devil.
What's going on?
Bad news.
- Oh, my god.
- What's wrong, Mitch?
Listen to the bells.
Bonfires.
People shouting.
What's it mean?
It's a victory, a great
victory at Trafalgar.
Hold on.
What do they say?
They say that Lord
Nelson has destroyed
Bonaparte's entire fleet.
Oh, hooray.
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
Mitch, do you know what this means?
It means we are free
from invasion forever.
Ah, but they say Lord Nelson--
They'll put him on the list, eh.
Pop off to the cellar and draw me
some of that special brandy.
- Get some for yourself.
- But Admiral--
Don't hug me now.
Go and get the brandy.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Lucy.
Where's Lucy?
Lucy?
Lucy.
Have you no occasion to
bellow like an elephant
when Susan is lying there--
Eee gad, woman, do you
know what's happened?
Nelson's done it again.
He destroyed the fleet.
England is saved.
Three cheers for Nelson.
God save the king.
Hooray.
Doctor, did it--
Eustace, a grandson.
Yes, Eustace.
And he's saying in his own way,
God save the king.
My grandson.
Where is he?
Let me see him.
In a few minutes, Eustace.
Bill's boy, born on the
day of one of England's
great victories, eh.
It would even have
been a greater victory,
my dear, if you had been there.
Oh, bless you.
What did I tell you, doctor.
There is nothing
wrong with our navy.
It's a great day for
my grandson to be born, doctor.
It's a great day, Eustace.
Bill's son.
Another Trimble.
At least he can live
in a free country.
Admiral Trimble.
What is that young fellow says?
That young poet they are
all talking about, Wordsworth.
We must be free or die who speak
the tongue that Shakespeare spake.
When we are free--
And Bill has helped
to make us free.
Ha, bless him.
What is it, Eustace?
Billy.
Eustace, you can come up now.
I put the box on the..
Thank you.
Don't be sad, mother.
I'm not sad, darling.
It's just that this has been
our home for so long.
Ever since before I was born.
And that's a terribly
long time ago.
Yes, darling, a
terribly long time ago.
But now there are only you and I left,
it's much too big for us, isn't it?
My dearest, Susan,
I should have known you at once.
Almost as beautiful as ever.
Why have you come here?
That is a very curious
question, Susan.
I've come to live here.
It was I who bought this house.
Oh, naturally,
I didn't use my own name.
You were never, shall
we say, very fond of me.
And I thought you
might make difficult.
Besides I thought it might be
more amusing to buy
out your creditors
without you detecting
my fine, Italian hand.
It was you who sold us
up, I should have known.
You and the Trimbles
once did me a disservice.
Now I think the accounts are clear.
Good bye, Susan.
Good bye, Master Trimble.
Do you think you will
be happy in this house?
I am certain of it.
Do you think you will
be happy in a house that
loved the people who built it?
In a house that will hate
your presence every moment
you are in it?
A house doesn't love or hate.
A house is bricks and mortar.
No, a house is more
than bricks and mortar.
It's all the people
who have lived in it.
It's their lies, their
joys, and their sorrows.
Love, friendship,
decency, all the things
you have never known.
That's why this house
doesn't want you.
Spoken like a Trimble, my dear.
Not a very likeable
old cad, was he?
I mean, he wasn't one
of those you would have
liked to have known, was he?
Hardly.
Yet, I bet he lived
to a ripe old age
and d*ed lamented by all.
No, Susan Trimble was right.
He never spent a happy
moment in this house.
He always the feeling
that it was never his.
But still the Admiral--
What's the Matter with you?
- Something wrong?
- No, sir.
It's him again.
I was only noticing that
you had rearranged the furniture.
Well, it's my furniture isn't it?
Yes, sir.
And it's my house, isn't it?
Yes, sir.
Very well.
Is there a cherry
tree in the garden?
Yes, sir.
Cut it down.
I beg your pardon, sir.
Cut it down.
Take it away.
I don't want to see it.
Yes, sir.
I don't' want to see it.
I don't want to see it.
I don't want to see it or you.
Or anything to do with you.
Stop staring at me.
Stop staring at me, do you hear?
It's no good, Pomfret
This is not your house.
And nothing you can
do will make it yours.
It is the Trimble's house.
And it will always be
the Trimble's house.
They found him the next
morning, quite dead.
Quite dead?
Oh, no.
Now wait a minute.
You're not trying to tell me
that the old Admiral--
Well, it's as good an explanation
as any I guess.
No one knows, of course.
I prefer to imagine
it happened like that.
I see.
But look, all the Pomfret's
couldn't have been bad.
There must have been a decent
one somewhere along the line.
Because well, a Trimble must have
married a Pomfret for there
to be a Trimble-Pomfret, right?
Yes.
I think we better go
down to the shelter.
One never knows.
But what about that good Pomfret?
Are you interested
in butterflies?
Butterflies?
Who me?
I was only wondering if
it might have been hereditary.
There was an ancestor of
yours, a Dexter Pomfret
who was rather partial to them.
He...
It wasn't so.
But in the case of
Pumperduke versus Gooche, it was so.
But then again in the case
of Slop versus Stillwater,
it wasn't so.
You mean no?
No.
Nevertheless, Mr.
Simpson, I have
traveled 5,000 miles to get
that portrait of the old Admiral.
And I didn't intend to
return to India without it.
I think the present owner will
have something to say about that.
His name is Dexter Pomfret.
Well, what of it?
What of if?
My dear, Ms. Trimble,
he's the son of a Pomfret
with whom your gran
and grandfather had
a blazing row back into 1804.
Well, good heavens, surely
he can’t have a grudge against me
because of a stuffy
family squabble
nearly half a century ago.
That shows you how little
you know of the Pomfret family.
- Sciatica.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
That portrait has been in
the possession of the Pomfrets
for a great many years now.
Gall bladder.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
And possession is 9 points
of the law you know.
That's exactly what
I was thinking.
Good day, Mr. Simpson.
Good day.
What type of a man
is Dexter Pomfret?
Oh, quite young.
Owns an iron works.
The Pomfret reciprocating engine
is quite famous.
Also collects butterflies
and birds, I believe.
Birds, butterflies,
reciprocating engine,
he's quite young.
Thank you, Mr. Simpson.
Please thank Mr. Weatherbyand
Mr. O'Donnell too.
They're dead.
Madame.
Is Mr. Dexter Pomfret at home?
Maybe he is and maybe he isn't.
What name shall I say?
Tell him it's a young lady.
What is the nature of your visit?
Butterflies.
Indeed.
Reciprocating butterflies.
I will inform Mr. Pomfret
of your arrival.
Salome, I have lost my set of the
one with the charming waistline.
I left it in my.
Pardon me, sir, I took the liberty
of putting it among your which
is entomologically more akin.
Ah, charming little fellow.
Exquisite dowling.
Ah, look wonderful waistline.
Well, what do you want?
What are you waiting for?
There is a young lady downstairs
to see you, sir.
A young lady?
I don't know any young ladies.
She said she wants to see you
about reciprocating butterflies.
Ah, you've been
drinking again, hum?
A likely tale indeed.
A young lady coming to
my house on a night like this.
Now get out, Bellamy.
You're preposterous.
She got the portrait.
But it never left the house.
Dexter Pomfret had
a certain charm.
She married him.
I cannot agree, Dexter.
I really cannot agree.
Mildred, I hear on the very
best authority that in private
matters our young and gracious
queen bends to the authority
of her husband, setting
a wonderful example
to the young matrons of today.
But surely, Dexter carrying
water upstairs for a bath
is so old fashioned.
No.
Careful you idiot.
Careful with that trunk.
It's not made of iron.
Maybe it should be, dear.
Now that's an idea, iron trunks.
Don't be silly.
Isn't that what you are going
away for, to look for new business?
You know you can't get new
business without new ideas.
My dear, allow me to know
my own business affairs best.
Then allow me to know
my own household affairs best.
And I like the idea
of having a bath
with taps for the
water to come out,
hot or cold, whichever you want.
You know they say you can
actually lie down in them.
Disgusting.
Besides, you can have a bath
as often as you like.
My dear, are you suggesting that I
don't know when I need a bath?
Of course not, dear.
You always know.
Then let's hear no more about it.
And let me tell you a further more
that ancient Rome lost its greatness
when its citizen were innovated by
excessive warm bathing.
Oh, darling, do keep still.
Sorry, dear.
My dear, since this is
our first separation,
let me assure you
that I esteem you
very highly in spite
of the obstinacy which
is characteristic of your--
- Sex, dear?
- No, no, gender.
- Good bye, dear.
- Good bye, darling.
Madame.
Yes, Bellamy.
A Mr. Dabb is in the
back of the house.
Very well.
- Good morning, ma'am.
- Good morning.
Good morning.
Now this is our
very latest model.
We call it The Windsor on account
of Her Majesty
having installed one
in the castle of the same name.
And I understand Her Majesty
has taken a very great fancy to it.
Indeed.
Now this model is equipped
with every device
known to modern science.
Works for the recline position
all for the vertical position.
Well, for myself.
I prefer the declining position.
But it's a matter of taste,
no doubt.
Auger.
Auger.
Oh, medium size.
Go out and see the presses.
See if the water
is coming through.
Oh, Bellamy, the master is coming
home sooner than I expected.
Oh, why I hope the master
won’t be very, very angry.
I pray he won't.
Do you think my
prayers will be heard?
Not with this noise
going on, madam.
Ah, there you are ma'am.
- Finished.
- But it's so big.
I never dreamed of
a bath this size.
Ah, I knew you'd be
impressed, ma'am.
And that can thing up
there, what's that?
Oh, that's the very
latest thing, ma'am.
So late, it's hardly out yet.
It's known as a shower.
An invention of the firm of Dabb's.
Very refreshing, ma'am.
Very refreshing.
Refreshing?
I don't understand.
Well, all you have to do
is to climb these here steps--
Here, show the lady, Wilks.
Climb these here steps,
and into the bath,
and you fill the
reticule with hot water,
you step on the
lift, and soaps up
there brush, which is one of our most
interesting and up to date appliances.
You stand beneath, and put
this here funnel on your head
to protect your hair, and pour.
But surely, it will
wreck my clothes.
Oh, lord, bless you, ma'am.
You don't wear no clothes.
Oh, the whole thing
is impossible.
And I never ordered it anyway.
- You've no right to--
- Oh, don't worry, ma'am.
Don't worry.
A gift from the house of Dabb.
A shower free with every bath.
It's our little plan
to increase business.
Which is pretty hard
to find these days.
Don't your husband
find business, ma'am?
My husband--
Oh, you can't please
nobody nowadays.
Oh, Bellamy, how am I to
break it to the master?
You have to make up
your mind quick, madame.
He's just arrived.
Mildred.
- My dear, Mildred.
- Oh, actually.
My darling, don't come up.
Oh, why not?
- I have to change.
- Sir.
John Bunn is coming to luncheon.
And--
How nice, dear.
Well, if I play my
cards well, it may
mean a partnership with him.
- Yes, dear.
- Tea's waiting.
- Tea?
Tea at this time of the day?
Well, would you like a
little light refreshment?
No, no, dear.
Excuse me, I--
Oh, darling, do please me.
Well, you're manner is very odd.
What's the matter?
- Is that paint I smell?
- Paint, no.
What's that noise?
Oh, that drunken Bellamy.
Excuse me.
I'll not have that man, my dear.
I'm going to settle accounts
with him once and for all.
Bellamy, you scoundrel.
- What's this?
- A bath?
Take it out.
I gave strict orders against this.
Thought it would be
a pleasant surprise for you.
Take it out, I say.
And this, and this, and
this, and this, and--
One of my wife's little happy
experiments in house planning.
Oh.
If you excuse me,
I'll have it stopped.
You see, he's upset now.
But you wanted the
bath taken out.
A little more brandy, Sir John?
Just to take your mind
off your troubles.
With three iron found
I'm afraid it will take more
than a little brandy to do that.
Of course, I'm only a woman,
you wouldn't be interested.
But there must be some
new uses for iron.
What makes you think so?
Oh, no, I can't tell you my idea.
It's probably too silly.
Oh, come, momma.
How figure.
Well, if you want more things made
of iron what about baths.
Baths.
Hmm.
What for?
You may laugh, Sir John.
But I am a woman, and
I know that in a few years time,
every house in this country will
own a bath, a million home each
with an iron bath.
A Sir John Bunn bath.
Baths?
And you really think there
is a future in baths?
Indeed I do.
You know The Queen has
already installed one at Windsor.
The Queen?
A bath?
Since when?
Oh, quite a while, Sir John.
Hmm, baths, iron baths.
Hmm, oh, good ma'am.
I think you've hit
upon a very good idea.
Oh, it's not my idea, Sir John.
It's my husband's.
He thought of it?
Certainly.
You know we have one here.
All the latest fittings.
My husband insists.
Even one of those latest
devices called showers.
You'll laugh, of course,
but you know
I always thought your
husband as a business
man was a complete nincompoop.
Oh, Sir John.
So you've put in a bath
and a shower too, eh.
Oh, no, no.
That was my wife.
Oh, darling, don't be so modest.
I've told Sir John everything.
I don't care whose idea
it was. it's grand.
- It's what?
- Let me see it.
Certainly, Sir John.
But wouldn't you like
to finish your brandy first?
Not while I can see a iron
bath with a shower too.
Come along.
Eh, eh, eh.
What's going on.
- We're taking it out, sir.
- Taking it out?
What for?
Why Mr. Pomfret doesn't like it.
Oh, you see it isn't big enough.
Not big enough?
Why it's big enough for a horse.
Oh, well, Sir John,
I know I shouldn't
talk about such things.
But since it's all for the good
of the iron trade,
well, the bigger the family,
the bigger the bath.
My boy.
For 15 years, the
Trimble-Pomfrets
were like most any other family
with their gallant women.
I solemnly pledge myself before
god to pass my life in purity,
to practice my
profession faithfully,
and to devote myself wholly
to the welfare of those
committed to my care.
Seeing you at this
moment, Elizabeth,
brings me the deep conviction
that the proudest words
an Englishman can say
will be my sister is serving
with Florence Nightengale.
Cornella Trimble Pomfret
was not the only bride
to grace the hallway stairs.
They had their
quarrels, bitter ones.
You will do as I say.
What was good enough for me
shall be good enough for my son.
I'm sorry, sir.
I disagree with you.
Times have changed.
Silence, sir.
You will either do as I say,
or get out of this house
and stay out.
One was even knighted.
To our charming host and hostess,
Sir Anthony and Lady
Trimble-Pomfret,
long life and happiness.
Here, here.
Speech.
Speech.
I am, of course,
grattered and flatified.
Oh, dear, dear.
Flattered and gratified.
Ah, much better.
By the very single honor
Her Majesty has done us.
I mean the title.
I can't think why, really.
Well, I mean we don't deserve it.
Oh, yes, you do.
A hundred times over.
We shall at least
try to keep it clean.
That's right, Sir
Anthony, give it a bath
every Saturday night in
the Pomfret tub.
Hey, move them big legs of yours.
Hmm?
Oh, so it's you, eh?
No, it's my twin sister.
Now go on, move them.
Go on.
What's happening?
Oh, a lot of Germans on horses.
They are trying to
suck up, they do.
- Hey, why don't you come outside?
- I can't.
The front door is jammed.
What's going on now?
Oh, a lot of Indian
princes and such like.
Cool.
What do they look like?
Well, they look like they’ve been
in the sun, they do.
Oh, dear, I think
I’ll lose my mind in a minute.
What came through?
So it's over.
Right you are, Jenny.
Look my children,
there's our Jenny.
Well, I don't seem to
remember giving her permission
to come out this morning.
She's really quite
pretty, you know.
She appears to have washed
her face for the occasion.
Too bad we can't have a jubilee
every day of the week.
Julia, stop that.
She's a particularly pretty girl.
Personality, I detest that
socialistic kind of beauty.
Augustus, really, at times
you make me feel a little ill.
- Oh, Papa.
- Yes.
Well, look there's
that awful Jim Trimble.
Mama, I don't think you should speak
like that of Cousin Jim.
Edith, he's not our cousin.
At least only three times removed,
and that hardly counts.
Here.
How much longer are
you going to be staying
in the Trimble-Pomfret palace.
Now look here,
I'll thank you to speak respectful
about our employer's residence.
Well, seeing as how my great
grand uncle both built
and lived in the place,
I think I've got a right to refer
to the old manor as I please.
Oh, no you haven't.
Not by any means.
When your great grand
uncle lived here,
there was no West Wing was there?
Nor no electric lights,
nor no gas oven, nor no telephone.
Nor no horses carriage.
Well, what's the idea
of having a motor if you
don't know how to run it.
And who do the Trimble-Pomfretscall
when the old bus falls
to pieces every second Tuesday.
Why Jim Trimble, of course.
Oh, Mr. Trimble, we're having
a little trouble with our motor.
I wonder if you would mind--
Oh, you're just jealous
because you haven't got
a horseless carriage yourself.
I should think your great grand uncle
is spinning like a top in his grave
if he could see you driving around
in that smart coal cart of yours.
Oh, no he wouldn't.
Why it would make him
only too happy to think
there was one
member of the family
what could use his hands.
And I don't mind telling you--
What?
Well, never you mind.
I've got plans, Miss Jenny Jones.
- Big plans.
- Oh. Aren't we mysterious.
You are going to get quite a
surprise one of these days.
Might take your breath away,
I shouldn't wonder.
Well, break it to me
gently, won't you.
You know my heart's weak.
If-- well-- will
I see you Sunday?
Oh, I don't know?
I suppose so.
Well, if you've got anything
better to do, of course,
it's quite all right with me.
Now don't get me wrong, Mr. Trimble,
I'm quite excited
about the idea already.
Well, don't get too
excited, will you?
That weak heart of
yours won't stand it.
- Jim--
- Eh?
Nice seeing you.
Nice seeing you, Jenny.
I don't like this motor car.
Why not, dear?
It makes me feel rather foolish.
Well, Papa, you
wouldn't feel foolish
if you bought the
model I suggested.
Augustus, you must never
fear of the motor car dear.
Oh, is up and coming.
...no doubt.
It's disgraceful to drive
a horse at that speed.
And I don't like to see Jenny making
an exhibition of herself in that way.
Was that Jenny?
Well, I hope his
horse looses all--
If you had bought the
more expensive model I'd--
Oh, do be quite please.
Now don't get excited.
Be calm.
Why did you run away?
Now careful everybody, careful.
Not too near.
Not too near.
Oh, Papa.
Can you mend it?
Don't ask me questions.
I know all about it.
Whoa.
Well.
Why, it's Tim Trimble.
Looks like you've had
a bit of trouble, sir.
Cool, might have all
been blown sky high.
Jenny, what on earth
are you doing here?
Well, your ladyship it
was my afternoon off
and Jim, I mean Mr.
Trimble, suggested
we might take a nice little
jaunt into the country.
I'm afraid she's smashed
up pretty bad, sir.
Well, I've learned my lesson.
You may take this thing away at
your earliest convenience, Trimble.
Yes, sir.
Where should I take it, sir?
I don't care where you take it.
I just hope never to see the
confounded thing again ever.
But, Papa.
Surely you're not
going to throw it away.
I'm sure it can be repaired.
Augustus, this is the
last time that you
or any member of my family ever
steps into one of these motors again.
Even if they could get the
confounded things to work,
I see no reason
why anybody should
want to race through the country
at 14, 15, 16 miles an hour.
Well, I never.
- Why, Jim, it's as good as new.
- Better.
It ran 12 mile an hour
between here and the yard.
No.
Yes, well, the bobby at
the corner of Nugly Street
spoke quite sharp about it.
Well, more haste less waste say.
Oh, drat that bell.
I'll be back in a minute.
Here, wait.
I'm going away, Jenny.
Going away.
Where, where?
Soon as I've unloaded
them ten stacks of coal,
then it's down to the
sea and ships for me.
What do you mean, Jim?
You taking one of them
day trips to Market?
Oh, a bit further
than that, Jenny.
I'm off to America.
No.
Yes.
I've been saving for this for years.
And now I've got enough.
More than enough in fact.
Well, what are you going to do
when you get there?
Make a fortune.
That's what I'm going to do.
Oh, fancy that.
Well, send me back a gold nugget or
two for old times' sake, won't you?
Oh, don't you fool
yourself, Jenny.
No man what can work with
his hands is going to starve there.
I can mend motorcars,
maybe even build them.
I tell you, Jenny,
in three more years,
we'll be in the 20th century.
Big things will be happening.
And America is the
place where most of them
is going to happen.
Oh, but Jim, it's so far away.
And all those red
Indians live with you.
Oh, there's that bell again.
Oh, you wouldn't have
to answer no more bells if---
What?
If you was to come with me.
What me, Jim?
I've never been further
than the Isle of Wright.
Oh, what's the Isle of
Wright got to do with it?
Now come on, Jenny,
what's your answer?
I have to think rationally, Jim.
After all, I don't get asked to
America every day of the week,
I'm not used to it.
It's your big chance, Jenny.
Why, most of the girls
I know would jump at it.
Oh, would they?
I suppose you've been trying it
out on some of them.
Now there's no
need to turn nasty.
Oh, I'm not turning nasty.
I mean I don't want no
p*stol put at my head.
Besides well,
don't seem right sometimes.
Oh, don't it?
All right Ms. hotty totty,
you've had your chance
and you have missed it.
I'll empty those ten
sacks, and I'm off.
Oh, you can empty 100
sacks for all I care.
Yes.
And you can answer 100
bells for all I care.
You ain't got no ambition.
That's what's wrong with you.
Well, you can take this
and think yourself lucky.
Oh, haven't you got a nerve.
Jenny.
Jenny.
How I hate you.
Oh, pray don't hurry.
There's all the time in the world.
Your face-- It wouldn't be
my Aunt Mable's would it?
Go on, get out of the way.
Someone would think they
let an elephant out.
Oh, you-- Your face.
Take a look at yourself, dear.
It wouldn't do you any harm.
Come into the garden, Maude.
For the black light is slow.
You did ring, Misses.
Oh, no, we were toiling the bell
because we thought you were dead.
Edith.
Witty as well as pretty,
that's Ms. Edith.
You really should try to be
a little more prompt, Jen.
Remember, punctuality is
the politeness of kin.
Yes, Miss.
What have you been
doing to your face?
You look like a hotten tot.
Oh.
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, dear.
One.
Oh, I beg your pardon, Ms. Edith.
I'll go downstairs and clean up.
No, Jenny.
You can do that later.
Will you pour the tea, please?
Yes, Ms. Trimble.
And try to remember,
Jenny, that cleanliness
is akin to godliness.
Yes, miss.
Come into the garden more
for the black bass night is slow.
Come into the garden more--
Two.
No, only one lump please, Jenny.
Um.
I'm here, the gates alone.
And the woodbine spiceses
are wafted abroud
and the musk of the road is low.
Oh, sentimental dribble.
You have no soul, Augustus.
Jenny, did you take
leave of your senses?
I asked for a cup of
tea not a bowl of syrup.
And how many times have
you told me not to talk
like that to the servants?
- Oh, hush.
- I'm sorry, Mrs..
- I'll make you another one.
- Thank you.
I thought you were going
for a bicycle ride?
And so I am.
But I'm most in the mood here.
Jenny, will you get me
my yellow dress please?
Yes, miss.
That wretched Jim Trimble doesn't
have to make all that noise.
And he only does
it to annoy us too.
Jenny.
Oh, gracious.
He's got my motor down there.
He's put it together again.
Oh, what a man.
Jenny.
Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Julie.
I don't feel very well.
- Do you mind if I go?
- Oh, you poor child.
You better lie down
for a little while.
Jim, wait.
Wait, Jim.
Oh.
Oh no.
Will you kindly tell me
what’s going on in this house?
- Where are you going?
- America.
For Charles Bravens,
in appreciation
of his devoted services as butler
of this household, 100 pounds.
The sum of 20 pounds to
each of the other servants.
Excuse me, Lady Trimble-Pomfret,
but this dust.
Shanks, this room has not been
touched since my husband's death.
I intended to do nothing until
I was fully acquainted of his wishes.
Please proceed.
To conclude, the rest of my
property both real and personal
I leave to my poor wife.
Poor.
Poorer by reason of
his death, I have
no doubt Lady Trimble-Pomfret.
Oh, oh.
Please proceed Mr.Shanks.
Especially this house, which
has been our home and refuge for so
many happy years, this little nest
in which our dear children
first saw the light of day--
Dear indeed.
While Augustus in America
and the two girls
in the South of
France, they didn't
even come home for the funeral.
In the unhappy event
of my wife's death,
I will and bequeath the
said property to my dear son
Augustus and the long line
of Trimble-Pomfret's he
will, I trust, beget.
Do you understand that it was Sir
Anthony's wish that I should
continue to live in this house.
I don't see that any other
interpretation is possible.
Hey, governor, what do
we do with this nibs?
Oh, put it in the attic
with the rest of the junk.
Aunt Caroline, couldn't we
telegraph these menus instead
of me packing each one by hand.
It would be so much quicker.
It might be quicker,
but it wouldn't have the class.
That's what makes the difference
between a hotel and a boarding
house, little things like that.
And having the menus in French.
I don't see that it matters
so long as we feed them.
Calling them croquettes
doesn't make them any better.
Oh, my dear--
- Mr. Fletcher?
- Oh, Mrs. Ismay.
Is there something that
you want, Mr. Fletcher?
Well, no.
- Not exactly, that is-- my wife--
- Yes, your wife, Mr. Fletcher?
Yes, my wife asked me to
speak to you about one or two
little items which seem
to her to be amiss.
There's the bathwater.
It is not quite as
hot as she would wish.
Oh, and then there is
a little question of the soup,
it seems, well,
my wife thinks it might
be a little more plentiful--
- You mean she wants more soup?
- Right.
Oh, I beg your pardon,
it's s, o, a, p, soap.
Mr. Fletcher, perhaps
Ms.Fletcher doesn't realize
there happens to be a w*r on.
I wouldn't mind--
- Major Garrow's bill.
- Oh, thank you.
Now see that you get it.
Eh, bon jour.
Good evening, I'm sure.
- Good evening, Major.
- Good evening, my dear.
Major, please.
Major, I was going
through the accounts today.
And I find that yours
is a little overdue.
Oh, don't you worry
your pretty little head about that.
This news is far more
interesting than the accounts.
These Americans are
coming over in droves.
By the way have you
k*lled the fatted calf?
Fatted calf?
For the conquering hero.
Isn't he coming home tonight?
- Oh, Captain Barringer.
- Yes, yes.
Got his picture in
the evening paper.
Here he is.
Fine one.
Now listen to this.
In accordance with the new plan
of the government
through extended leave
to our heroes of the air,
the first of these will
be Captain Archibald
Jade Barringer, VC, DSOMC
who arrives in London this evening.
- Handsome young buck, eh?
- Yes, very.
He's like his mother, isn't he? Yes.
- Like his brother.
- VC DSOMC.
Has only been up
there eight months
and has gotten every
possible medal he can get.
I spent twenty years
of my life in India,
and all I got was a
medal for the Dober.
This young fellow is the
most talked over young fellow
in the whole of England.
We've got to give him
a rousing welcome.
How about a little
airplane made of sugar
at the dinning room table?
Sugar?
In wartime?
Oh, well, then we
could eat it later on.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
I don't think Mr.
And Mrs. Barringer
will want any fuss
made, nor would he.
No, no fuss at all.
But after all, everybody
is dying to meet him.
Aren't you?
Of course.
All the girls will be after him,
all the pretty girls.
Not that there are
many left, except you.
And, of course, Madame Gabby.
Gabine.
Madame Gabine.
Still Gabby to me.
Oh, hello there.
He's getting.
Oh, Captain,
here's a letter for you.
- Letter?
- Oh, good.
I know that sent.
It's Madame Gabine.
- Bonsoir, Captain.
- Bonsoir, Madame.
- Who's it from?
- It's from your mother.
Mother?
Good evening, my dear.
Good evening, Mrs..
You no idea how
excited everyone is.
Well, we are a little bit
excited ourselves, aren't we,
Well, it wouldn't be too much to say
that we were mildly excited.
I'm going to put these on the table.
- Oh, let me.
- No, no, I'll do it.
- Did you see tonight's paper.
- You have arraigned well.
I hope you haven't
been working too hard.
Are you head aching?
Look, Mr. Barringer.
What?
Why I say, Edith.
Of course, Archie loves it.
I know he does.
- But how did you know?
- Aha, I told her too.
Look, they've all got flags.
Oh, look Henry,
they've all got flags.
Oh, look here, burgundy.
Yes, it's from the cellar.
Very precious.
Almost the last.
There he is.
He's here, Madame.
Captain.
For he's a jolly good fellow.
For he's a jolly good fellow.
Oh, no, no, no.
It's not Barringer.
It's not your boy,
it's someone else.
- Oh, it isn't him, Henry.
- Oh, well. he'll be here.
Well, if it Barringer, who is it?
I don't know.
Looks like an American solider.
- Is that you, Marjorie?
- Yes, it's Marjorie.
- I want to meet Barringer.
- You shall.
Won't he?
Of course.
Come along, we're in the way here.
Oh, yes.
So sorry.
- Trimble Hall?
- Yes, sir.
- You are an American, aren't you?
- Oh, yes, sir.
How do you do?
My name's Garrow.
Major Garrow.
Very, very glad to have
you fellows over here.
Thank you, sir.
- Hello.
- Hello.
How are you?
- How are you?
- Fine.
Have you got a room
with a bath for tonight?
Well, we have a room,
and we have a bath.
But, as a matter of fact
we have two bathrooms,
but did you want a private bath?
Well, it doesn't matter.
I just want to stay
here for tonight.
Oh, excuse me.
Let me register you.
Thank you.
- Trimble?
- Yes.
I'll show you to your room.
Mr. and Mrs. Barringer,
Mr. Trimble.
- How do you do?
- I'm glad to know you.
How do you do?
Oh, and that is Mr. Fletcher.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- Now, how will this do?
- Oh, this is fine.
Fine. It's just swell.
It's great.
- Good as that?
- Oh, you don't understand.
You see, I've heard
all about this place,
and it's, well, it's a
real bit of old England.
What?
What?
I didn't say anything.
I just said what.
You know like Englishmen
always say when they
finish saying something, what.
Or don't' they?
Only when they are
asking a question.
Oh.
How did your name
happen to be Trimble?
Well it's a long story.
You see my mother used
to live in this house.
Oh, and that's how your name
happened to be Trimble?
Uh huh.
Well, sort of.
She was a housemaid here.
And dad was the Trimble, see.
Oh, a romance, and they eloped?
A romance, uh huh.
You know, if you don't
mind my saying so,
I've always heard that
English people are awful cold.
But you're not.
Well, I mean the way
you welcome people.
Gosh the welcome I got downstairs,
I've never seen anything like it.
Everybody was standing
at the door and singing,
and then they cut off suddenly.
That wasn't for you,
that was for Captain Barringer.
Oh, and all the time I thought--
Captain Barringer,
you don't mean...
Captain Barringer the flyer?
- Yes.
You met his mother and
father downstairs just now.
Gosh, and he's coming here.
Yes.
Fancy you knowing about him.
Knowing about him?
Why every kid in American
knows Archie Barringer.
Golly, maybe I can
buy him a drink.
Maybe.
Oh, say, maybe I can buy
him a couple of drinks.
Golly, I feel wonderful.
It must be the English air.
- I'm very glad.
- Oh, wait a minute.
Could you put a bottle
of champagne on ice?
I rather doubt the ice.
You're not going to doubt
the champagne are you?
Oh, what's time dinner?
Could I write a letter home before--
Oh, yes sir.
On account of, because
of, dinner is being
put off half an hour, sir.
Captain Barringer hasn't come yet.
Captain Barringer
hasn't arrived yet.
Yes but--
I heard you.
I'll see you later.
- Can I get anything for you, sir?
- What?
Could I do anything for you, sir?
Betty, please.
Since the w*r, things have been
very quiet this time of year.
The American solider.
Oh.
Maely, Maely.
Mr. Trimble.
- Oh, how do you do?
- How do you do.
Please come with me.
I'm so sorry.
All the single tables are gone.
Oh, that's all right.
Where's the champagne?
- Are you alone?
- Sure.
You're not going to
drink all that, are you?
We'll have to carry you out.
- Say, where's Captain Barringer?
- Oh, he hasn't arrived yet, sir.
We're expecting him any minute.
Oh, what is this
croquette d' rosette?
Oh, not.
- Is that cutless?
- Today is meatless.
They ought to taste all
right, but somehow they
don't stay with you.
Leave a sort of hollow feeling.
And then the fish.
Oh, here, here.
Sol bon Sam, codfish.
Oh.
I've got a sister in America.
- You have a what?
- I've got a sister in America.
- You have?
- Yes.
- Lives in Chicago.
- In Chicago--
You haven't ran into her?
- Her name's Smith, Lily Smith.
- Smith?
Red hair, natural.
Or at least it used to be.
I haven't seen her for a long time,
I dare say she touches it up now.
Oh, yes, Mr. Barringer.
Excuse the intrusion please.
Oh, yes.
- My name is Barringer, we met upstairs.
- Yes, I remember.
My wife and I saw that
you we're all alone here,
we wondered if you
wouldn't join us?
Why that's very nice of you, sir.
You're expecting your
son, are you not?
I'm sure he would be very happy to
meet a brother in arms shall we say.
Well, thanks.
Can I bring the giggle water?
No problem.
- You've met my wife.
- Oh, yes.
How do you do?
I'll lay another place,
Mr. Barringer.
Please.
Archie should be here.
But traveling in England is
so unsettled these days.
I guess so.
Oh, don't hold up your dinner
on account of me, please.
Oh, no, no, no.
- We're waiting for Archie anyway.
- They are keeping his hot.
Oh, good.
I guess you people don't realize
what it means to me to be in London.
And the very first
night to meet well,
the parents of a great guy
like Archie Barringer.
Seems so funny to think
of Archie as a great guy.
He isn't really, no more
than any of the others.
He's only 21, you know.
- 21, is that so?
- That's all.
You see, to us he's,
he's just Archie.
- Our Archie, isn't he Henry?
- Yes.
He was only yesterday,
he was riding his bicycle
and playing with
his carpentry sets.
He was always very
mechanical, you know.
He was the sort of boy
that could make anything work.
I never could make anything work,
not even the simplest things.
Always on his birthday we used
to ask him what he wanted.
It was always a mechanical set.
He used to make model airplanes.
Is it Archie, dear?
No, Henry.
Of course, then we
never thought anything
like this w*r would happen,
or that he'd be k*lling people.
It was so unlike Archie.
He was always such a gentle boy.
Is that Archie?
No, dear.
You must be very,
very proud of him.
What's going on out here?
Is this for us?
Yes.
Is he coming?
No.
Never.
Let me call Mr. Barringer.
- Please, please let me tell him.
- Don't do that.
My wife had made a cake put
into it a lot of little sharps,
couple of bits and a thimble,
and a lucky horseshoe.
All very silly I expect,
but my son got the lucky horseshoe.
Bit onto it.
Broke his tooth as
a matter of fact.
- Oh, too bad.
- And he always kept it.
The horseshoe I mean.
I often wonder if he still has it.
I felt not quite
seriously, of course,
but I felt that perhaps
it was that that
brought him luck and
kept him safe all this time.
Do you think so, my dear?
What's the matter.
Can I--
Excuse me.
Anne?
Oh.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
My head.
You're cold.
Would you like to
lie down for a while?
No, Henry.
No, I don't' want to lie down.
Oh, I'm all right, dear.
Would you like a drop of brandy?
No, thank you, Henry.
I don't want any brandy.
How about a cup of tea.
Yes, cup of tea
would be very nice.
And Henry, go back
to the young man.
You want to be alone, don't you?
Where did happen?
When did it happen?
Of course, there are
no particulars yet.
It's bad luck.
Poor old Barringer.
Mrs. Barringer told
me he was only 21.
Just a baby.
Just a baby, I'd say.
He sh*t down 21 planes, didn't he?
It was 21 planes he
sh*t down, wasn't it?
Hush now.
It's Ms. Barringer.
Trimble, come on let's
finish our dinner.
Marjorie, bring him in, will you.
I want to speak to Barringer.
- I want--
- I'm so sorry.
- I want to speak to Barringer.
- Yes, dear.
Sir, bad luck, sir.
Some of us got off too darn well.
Shall I go up to Mrs. Barringer?
No, she, she would like
to be alone, I think.
Would you join us
at the table, dear?
Very good of you to bring this wine.
- Shall I open it, sir?
- What?
Oh, why, of course, yes.
How long is your leave?
- 24 hours.
- Oh, is that all.
You must, I mean,
I'm afraid this isn't
a very cheerful sort of thing.
You must arrange a theater
or something, Marjorie.
24 hours from when?
This afternoon, Winchester.
Well, let's see their is a zoo,
and then the Tower of London,
and what else is there, Marjorie?
Westminster Abby.
Yes, yes, it's a very
beautiful city, I think.
Thank you, Maemie.
Let me do it for you.
Here we go.
To America and England.
If you don't mind, sir.
I'd like to drink
to Archie Barringer.
You are very kind.
- You know.
- Yeah, I know.
I've already seen the kitchen
and their bedroom.
And I promised her I'd take
a look at the whole house,
so if you don't mind?
I thought you said it was--
Oh, I've dropped my.
Oh, I'll help you.
Well, that did it.
Oh, I'm awfully sorry
to have broken that.
- Don't think about it.
- Terribly sorry.
You have another pair
of them, do you?
As a matter of fact, I haven't.
Well, I say you look much
better without them.
This is the cellar
you wanted to see.
Much better.
Oh, yes.
Oh, look out, you
don't bang your head.
Everyone does.
Well, thanks.
Well, I don't see
any ghosts down here.
It isn't the ghosts that frighten me,
it's the black beetle.
- The what?
- Black beetles.
There's one right there.
So she's afraid of beetles.
More than air raids.
It's funny, you are the first
English girl I ever ran into.
Am I?
Would you write to me?
Won't you?
Because it takes an awful longtime
to get a letter from home.
Haven't you got a gal at
home that writes to you?
I've got my mother is all.
You got a fella that writes
to you, haven't you?
I've got my brothers.
No one at all?
They've all I've got?
How long have they
been in France now?
From the beginning.
They are well and safe?
I say a prayer for
them every night.
Gee, that's swell.
- Would you say one more?
- One more?
Well, sort of a prayer
for a stranger?
I will.
Well, you, you've seen the cellar.
What's this?
Euciste Trimble built this house
and wishes well to all
who shelter here, AD 1804.
Gee, that's swell.
It really is swell, you know?
So you leave in the morning.
In the morning.
Bright and early.
Well, early anyway.
It will be cold.
You better put your coat on.
I don't want the coat.
Englishmen go without the coat.
- Don't be silly.
- I don't need the coat.
- Take the coat.
- Why?
- You'll be late, you better hurry.
- No, I won't.
Oh, I'll get it.
Don't you know that
there is a w*r on.
I heard about it.
Come say good bye.
- I am saying goodbye.
- No, I mean at the train.
I work here, remember.
In one little hour,
you’ll be back here honest.
Yes, I'll be back.
And I'll have no job.
I can fix that.
How?
Come to the depot,
and I'll tell you.
I can't. Go on.
All right.
If that's the way you feel
about it, the w*r can wait.
Goodbye sir, and come back.
Bye.
You sure you don't want
to hear what it is
we can do if you lose your job?
Don't you want to hear?
Oye, if you don't
stop hanging about,
you won't make no
Victoria Station.
And there will be no..
- Do you hear that?
- Yeah, I heard.
Please, Marjorie--
get going bud.
And has as yet made
little progress towards his goals.
Here are a list of the German
fighting self-sacrifices our troops.
Words fail me to express
the admiration which I feel
for a splendid resistance offered
by all ranks of our army under
the most trying circumstances.
Many amongst us now are tired.
To those I would say that
victory will belong to the side
which holds out the longest.
Yes, dear.
How long?
The Major is right.
Good morning, Major.
Not such a very good
morning, Mrs. Barringer.
You've seen the news, of course?
- Not good?
- Very bad.
- What?
- What did the Major say?
What's bad. What's the news?
It's nothing.
Good morning, Major.
The sun's out.
- Oh, really.
- Yeah.
Morning.
Good morning.
Morning ladies.
Enjoying breakfast, I hope.
Good.
Here's Captain Markham.
- Hello, my boy.
- Hello, Skipper.
- How are you?
- Fine thanks.
Just as pretty as ever.
- Yes, isn't she?
- Yes.
Yes.
- Hello, sweetheart.
- Oh, stop it.
Where's your?
- He's golfing.
- Really?
Jolly good day for it.
Oh, oh, Mrs. Ismay,
look as though you found a marble
and broke a window.
Oh, it's the news, Captain.
Haven't you seen the papers?
Of course, I've seen the papers.
There is a jolly good
article in them too.
One here signed by a
chap calls himself Non-doubter.
Sir, if as Sir Douglas Hague
says our backs are to the wall,
could it be possible that
there is forming in our midst
a new light brigade?
A light brigade of
doubters, defeatist,
and armature strategist.
A light brigade who at the
brave words our backs are to the wall
permit themselves the morbid
ecstasy of resignation
to blackness and defeat.
And will that light
brigade turn back
the pages of their warped
memory if they can?
To the other light
brigade of Balaclava,
the brigade that
inspired the poet
Tennyson to cry out
in pride--From America?
Yes, it's a letter from his mother.
He has written and
told her about us.
Letters written to me about you.
And I'm sending you
our greetings and a hug
and a kiss for my daughter in law.
That is charming.
When the w*r is over,
and we can all be together again,
I'm coming to England
to pay you a visit.
I'm so happy.
The beautiful Mrs. Ismay,
may I have the pleasure?
Oh, I quite understand.
I'm going to get a drink.
And the roses will fade
in the summer time.
Though a rose may be part of a.
A rose is a...
Who's that?
Who's that?
You look much better without them.
Much better.
A prayer for a stranger.
I will.
Shortly after that,
the hotel failed.
Mother never could bring
herself to leave her.
She took over the lease
and restored the house
with the money my father
left her.
You know what's funny?
It all seems part of
some prearranged play.
I mean the way the Trimblesand
Pomfrets manage to get
together every now and again.
Doesn't it?
Each generation does seem
to find it's way here somehow.
They are coming closer.
That was a close one.
Are you scared.
No, I don't think so.
That's strange.
I should be frightened
out of my wits.
- Can that help?
- How do you mean?
Oh, please.
Oh, sorry.
I just took hold,
and it was hard to let go.
I see.
You will stay--
You wanted to buy the portrait
of Admiral Trimble.
You understand now why
I'd rather not sell it.
Oh, that's fine.
It should remain where
it is in the family.
That is if they should be a family.
That one didn't have our
name on it, did it, sir?
No.
I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid, children.
Don't be afraid.
Ah, Ms. Trimble,
this lovely old house is a shame.
Yeah, isn't it?
Well, come on sir,
we can use you.
Sure.
- You all right in here?
- All hale and hearty, friend.
Thank you.
There goes the All Clear.
It was only Jerry unloading
on his way home.
Now we can go home, eh?
Tough old bird.
Even the Jerrys couldn't
budge him, could they?
No.
But I'll have to.
Why?
Can't very well leave him up
there, out in the open.
Instead of moving him,
why don’t we build up around him?
Build again?
What for?
This?
I understand how you feel.
You loved an old house.
And now it's gone.
But the memories you treasured,
their not destroyed.
So let's build again.
He would, wouldn't he?
Yes, he would.
He built for shelter, happiness,
decency, dignity, everything
that a home should stand for.
So much of earth,
so much of heaven.
Oh, but he would want
to make sure first that this
would never happen again.
You bet he would.
And that's our job,
yours and mine.
Don't you think he'd like that?
Oh, I'm sure he would.
Forever and a Day (1943)
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