Little Lord Fauntleroy (1980)

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Every journey into the unfamiliar

is an adventure.

Mine even more so.

I was in search of a

very special small boy.

I knew I wouldn't find him among

the stately mansions of the privileged.

But it was totally unprepared for the

neighborhood where my search would end.

What kind of child could

such a ghetto melting pot spawn?

I anticipated the worst.

Good morning, d*ck.

How's the boy?

No complaints.

Wish I could say the same.

Jake giving you trouble again?

Give you a piece of advice, Freddie.

Don't never ever

take a drinking man for a partner.

I won't.

Gotta see Hobbs the grocer.

See you later d*ck.

See ya.

Good morning, Mr. Hobbs.

Ahh.

We booted a man out of the White House.

And what happens?

Them Republicans in Congress

are still trying to do us in.

What're they doing now, Mr. Hobbs?

Doing? Nothing!

That's what they're doing!

Never a thought

for the poor working man.

Or a small tradesmen like myself.

Oh no no..

They're too busy trying to figure a way

to let the rich stuff their pockets!

You grow up.

You be a Democrat, you hear?!

You'll be pleased with me, Mr. Hobbs.

Right.

Now what can I do for you, sonny?

Mama says kindly fill this order.

Put it on her account.

On mamaon your ma, right?

Well, have a cr*cker. Tit yourself

down the barrel while I see this.

Thanks.

How come Mary ain't doing the market?

She went to the factory to bring

more shirt work for my ma to sew.

Your ma is a fine lady, sunny.

Never met a dearer soul.

I guess that's why

my papa calls her "dearest."

I reckon so, Ceddie.

Keep this to yourself.

I call my ma "dearest" sometimes too.

And why wouldn't you, Ceddie?

Seeing as how she was

left a widow so young

It's kind of up to you to uhh

take your pa's place, right?

My papa has been gone a long time now.

Can't say I rightly remember him

much anymore.

Oh? He left his mark on you, you know.

You got a way of talking that

ain't exactly true blue American.

It's hardly surprising

since he was British.

I hope you will turn it against

me that my papa was British.

Seeing as how you don't

like the British for much.

By my lights, you're an American.

Whether your pa chooses to marry

a spunky American girl

and make him miss his country.

I am American!

But if you don't mind me asking, why

don't you like the British very much?

It ain't the common folk I don't like.

But them aristocrats!

Them that keeps the common folk

in servitude!!

Mark my words, Ceddie.

The day will come

when the downtrodden

rise in righteous wrath.

Blow all them lords

and earls and marquises sky high!

Maybe they wouldn't be lords and earls

and marquises if they knew any better.

Don't you believe it, Ceddie.

There's glory in it.

Have you ever known any aristocrats?

Not likely!

If one of them showed his ugly face

in my establishment, I'd heave him out!

I'll have no grasping tyrants

sitting on my barrels!

Just set your groceries

on the table, Ceddie.

All right, Mama.

Are you hungry?

Not now.

Mr. Hobbs treated me

to a sparkling apple.

A fine talk too.

I'm sure he did.

I got to your place finally.

Far too much for me to carry.

It ain't the bundles do me in.

It's them five flights of stairs.

And my little darling

did the marketing.

Mr. Hobbs asked after you.

I think he's sweet on you.

How foolish of him.

Can I go out, mama?

The boys are waiting on me.

For you. Yes, run along.

Were they pleased with the

finished waists, Mary?

And why not? Seeing you work

your fingers to the bone!

And doing such fine stitching.

Thank you, Captain.

Pardon me.

The search for the boy has led me here.

But how would the extraordinary offer

I brought be received?

Ceddie would not leave me.

Nor would I part with him.

Anger is expected, Mrs. Errol.

It's simply that the

boy's grandfather is

fixed in his determination

not to see you.

I'm well aware of that, Mr. Havisham.

My husband's father has never shown

the slightest concern

for me or his grandson.

He's an old man.

And his prejudices are very strong.

He always disliked

America and Americans.

His son's marriage to you angered him.

Hardly a revelation.

I must admit, I'm surprised

by your manner and appearances.

Pleasantly surprised.

Indeed!

However the terms of the arrangement

are not so harsh as you may think.

You're a guest in my house

and I will not be rude.

But I would prefer if you said what you

came to say and disposed of the matter.

You speak your mind,

don't you, Mrs. Errol? Very well.

Your son's grandfather the Earl

dislikes London.

He's the victim of inflammatory gout.

And intends to live

for the most part at Dorincourt.

Which is pleasantly situated

in the countryside.

Your son naturally

would also reside there.

The Earl offers you a cottage nearby.

The boy will be permitted

to visit you whenever he likes.

The Earl will neither

see you, speak with you

or permit you within the

gates of Dorincourt.

Is that all, Mr. Havisham?

Please. Surely, as a mother

you must want is best for your child.

What's best for Ceddie

is being with the dearest and sweetest

mother boy ever had!

I beg you to consider

your son's future, Mrs. Errol.

Get those kids off of the back of the

What's happening?

Get those kids off the back.

You're gonna fall.

You're gonna get hurt.

I'm sorry to make you walk

the stairs again, Mary.

But would you bring Ceddie, please?

Considering your financial situation,

I'm surprised you have a servant.

Mary isn't a servant.

She was midwife to Ceddie

when he was born.

And has stayed on out of devotion

although we could not pay her.

She's all the family

that Ceddie and I have.

I see.

You've not yet said whether you accept

the Earl's offer and all the terms.

My husband loved England.

He loved his father.

It grieved him that he was

alienated from that.

I will accept the terms.

But only because I know

my husband would wish it.

And I think I believe

it will be to Ceddie's benefit.

Your son will thank you one day.

I hope so.

However

I too have a condition

that must be met.

A condition?

Yes.

And if it is violated,

I will take Ceddie and return here.

And the condition, Mrs. Errol?

That Ceddie is not to be told.

Nor is his grandfather ever

to reveal to him his dislike for me.

I will not have my child

toward between his love for me

and the affection he should feel

for his grandfather.

You have my word.

Your wishes will be respected.

Thank you.

It will be difficult for Ceddie to

understand why we must live apart.

But if his grandfather's kind

and loving, he will accept it.

And he will be kind and loving,

Mr. Havisham?

The old gentleman would not have

sent me on this long journey,

if his intentions towards his grandson

were not the best.

That is not an answer.

But I will accept it for now.

You're a woman of considerable

strength and purposes.

I'm a mother who's giving her child

into another's care.

And that care

must go beyond material things.

Me and the boys were playing

a bangup game of KicktheCan.

This is Mr. Havisham, Ceddie.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Havisham.

So. This is little Lord Fauntleroy!

It's long past your bedtime, Ceddie.

I know. But I've just been

trying to get it straight.

It is rather a lot

for a small boy to grasp.

Let me see

if I can explain it more clearly.

Your grandfather, whom you've

never met, is an Earl.

That's an aristocrat,

according to Mr. Hobbs.

ArisTOcrat!

His second oldest son,

your uncle Maurice,

would've become the Earl in time.

If he hadn't been k*lled

in a fall from a horse.

His second eldest son, your uncle

Bevis, would then have become the Earl.

But he died this past year

in Rome of a tumor.

That was papa.

So papa died too. And that leaves me.

Yes. And in time, you will be

the Earl of Dorincourt.

But until then, you're Lord Fauntleroy.

Do I have to be?

None of the other boys are.

It is a very great honor, Ceddie.

And it would make your papa very happy.

Well, if there's no getting out of it, I

guess I'll have to make the best of it.

And I know you will.

When do we have to go away?

Mr. Havisham is

making the arrangements.

And will come tomorrow

to tell us the particulars.

Mary is coming too, isn't she?

If I have to swim me way over!

That would be a sight.

I'm going to have a time now,

explaining what happened to Mr. Hobbs?

Thank you, Mrs. Grabowski.

Help yourself to a licorice there,

Ceddie.

No, thanks.

Huh?

Do you recall

what we talked about yesterday?

Uh, politics?

We also talked about Lords

and Earls and Marquises.

Recalled and entered

the conversation, yes.

Do you recall you said,

you wouldn't have a Lord nor a Marquis

sitting on one of your barrels?

I sure do. And I wouldn't!

Well, there's one sitting

on your barrel right now, Mr. Hobbs.

You got a headache?

You got a pain somewhere?

I'm fine. And it's the truth, Mr. Hobbs.

Right now, I'm Lord Fauntleroy.

But someday, I will be an Earl.

You got some story.

I best take you home.

I'm fine. And it's the truth, Mr. Hobbs.

I wrote down my grandpa's name exactly.

So I could tell it to you.

"John Arthur Molyneux Errol,

Earl of Dorincourt."

All my grandpa's sons died,

including my papa.

It looks like I'm stuck with it.

I'll be jiggered.

I'm jiggered too, Mr. Hobbs.

You've been dealt a mighty low blow,

Ceddie.

I'll be glad to meet my grandpa.

That part's all right.

But I give you my word. When I'm

an Earl someday, I won't be a tyrant.

It'll be an uphill fight.

But I reckon you'll make it.

Seeing as how your halfAmerican.

Best half, I have my lights.

Then we're still friends?

To the death!

In spite of your misfortune.

Thanks, Mr. Hobbs!

Guess this news isn't bad after all.

The Earl is anxious

his grandson should look forward

with some pleasure

to his future life in England.

And said that if he would expressed

any wishes, I should gratify them.

That much?

Oh, hardly an untoward sum, Mrs. Errol.

You must remember that a great change

has taken place in your son's life.

Maybe it won't be all that bad, mama.

Being an aristocrat.

Now if I can give d*ck money

to buy out Jake.

And buy Mr. Hobbs

a genuine gold watch.

I guess my grandpas just about

the best person in the whole world.

Your grandfather will deny you

nothing money can purchase.

I'll be blowed!!

If that's not enough to buy Jake out,

I'll ask Mr. Havisham for more.

Enough? This is more than enough.

Good. Don't forget to buy

a boss sign too, d*ck.

I'll be jiggered!

There's writing inside

of the genuine gold watch, Mr. Hobbs.

It says " From your oldest friend,

Lord Fauntleroy."

"from Ceddie to Mr. Hobbs."

"when this you see, remember me."

I ain't like to forget you.

I'm sorry. I won't be able

to become a Democrat now, Mr. Hobbs.

It's the Democrat's loss, Ceddie.

Well

I guess I better go.

Mr. Havisham is coming to get us.

I'll have to get dressed up proper.

Here. You take this for luck.

But it's your kerchief.

With lucky horseshoes.

You'll be needing the luck now.

You wear it when you're

with all them swells.

Thanks, d*ck. I will.

I'll write and tell you how

it is being Lord Fauntleroy.

You usually enjoy

our morning stroll on deck.

Is something troubling you?

My ma told me last night

she and Mary won't be living

in the same house as me and grandpa.

They will be close by.

You be able to see

your mother every day.

I know.

That's what my ma told me too.

But I can't figure why they can't live

in grandpa's house along with me.

Do you suppose this is

the reason, Mr. Havisham?

That my grandpa thinks

I ought to have a change?

Because I've been living

with ladies all my life.

One could assume that.

Well, that's all right.

Then it's just for a while.

You think you'll be fond

of your grandfather?

When a person does a lot for you,

it means you grab part of it.

It's found to be fun.

And he'll be fond of me.

Because grandpas are always

fond of their grandsons.

That would seem a logical assumption.

Is where we're going anything

like Hester Street, Mr. Havisham?

Like Hester Street?

I doubt you'll find any place

in England quite like Hester Street.

Guess I'll have to make the best of it.

Oh I don't think you'll be disappointed.

There's no place like England.

And nowhere more fair

than the English countryside.

Is far away, Mr. Havisham?

We should be there by nightfall.

Wakeup, Ceddie.

We're here.

Ah, Dawson's here. He's the Earl's

housekeeper, from the castle.

Kindly bring in the trunk with them.

Yes, sir.

I'll keep an eye on them.

I ain't overly trustful of foreigners.

As you wish. This way, Mrs. Errol.

Welcome to Court Cottage.

Thank you.

Good evening, Dawson.

Hi.

I trust the journey was pleasant, ma'am?

It was.

And it's kind of you to greet us.

This is sure a fine house.

Dawson, this is Lord Fauntleroy.

Others bow and curtsy. Not you.

Oh. Sorry.

I guess I'll get it figured out in time.

I knew your father when he was

a little boy, your Lordship.

You're very like him.

That's what my ma always said.

Look, Mama!

Her name is Cleo, ma'am.

I thought she might keep you company.

And she shall. Thank you.

Kindly take the trunk to the bedroom

at the head of the stairs.

Yes, ma'am.

Ceddie is so tired.

Surely, he can stay here tonight?

Perhaps it would be just as well.

I'll see you Lord Fauntleroy

is put to bed.

I've been seeing to him

since he came into the world.

And I ain't about to stop now.

Of course.

Go along with Mary, Ceddie.

Good night, mama.

Good night, Mr. Havisham.

Goodnight, My Lord.

Good night, Mrs. Dawson.

Just Dawson, your Lordship.

It sure don'tit doesn't

seem very polite.

The Earl has no idea

what he's taking from me.

How... difficult it is for me

to part with Ceddie.

This is scarcely a parting.

Think of it as no more than

your son going off to a nearby school.

We both know better, Mr. Havisham.

My son will only be a visitor

in his mother's house.

Even my house is not mine.

But his grandpa's.

Will you be good enough

to tell Ceddie's grandfather

I will accept no money from him?

Surely, you cannot mean the income

that he proposes to settle on?

I do.

I must accept this house

because it makes it possible

for me to be near my child.

But I will take no money.

If he dislikes me so intensely, I should

feel as if I were selling Ceddie to him.

His Lordship will be very upset.

He will not understand.

I'm very much afraid,

he will have to understand.

I'm a good seamstress.

And intend to earn

what little Mary and I will need.

I will not take money from a man

who hates me, Mr. Havisham.

And who takes my child from me,

for whatever reason.

I don't look forward

to relaying your message.

But I shall, of course.

Is that my grandpa's house?

That's the gatekeeper's lodge.

God bless you, Your Lordship.

Good luck and happiness to you!

To you too.

Now that's what I call a fine hello.

Who is she, Mr. Havisham?

The gatekeeper. The boys are her sons.

Do you think the boys will know

how to play KickTheCan?

If they don't,

I'll be glad to show them.

I doubt that you'll

be playing with them.

Why not?

As Lord Fauntleroy,

you have a position to maintain.

Being an aristocrat sure is complicated.

Is this a city park, Mr. Havisham?

This is Dorincourt.

Your grandfather's estate.

My grandfather owns all this?

Far more!

Oh, he's loaded.

Mmmhmm.

That's what Mr. Hobbs says.

How far to my grandfather's house now,

Mr. Havisham?

You can see the castle from here.

I'll be jiggered!

Well, shall we get on with it,

Havisham?

Lord Fauntleroy, sir.

So you're my grandson?

Mighty glad to meet you, grandpa.

Did the trolley run over your foot?

Trolley?

You have to be mighty careful

getting on and off those trolleys.

Push and shove, the devil's behind you.

Well I've not been run over

by a trolley. I suffer from gout!

Let's see the boy is suitably dressed.

But I'm wearing my best new knickers.

Hardly appropriate for Lord Fauntleroy.

Mr. Hobbs says

clothes don't make the man.

But I'll wear spiffy clothes

if you want me to.

In fact, we are glad to oblige.

It's such a big house.

I guess you won't feel so lonesome

now that I'm here, grandpa.

What makes you think I'm lonesome?

I don't see how not. I know I'd be.

It'd be better if my ma was here.

She'd hardly even be noticed.

Careful.

Dugal has no love for strangers.

I'm not a stranger. I'm your grandson.

At least the boy is no coward.

As you are my grandson,

we'll just have to make the best of it.

That's what I told Mr. Hobbs.

Who is Mr. Hobbs?

He's our grocer.

He and d*ck the bootblack

are my very best friends!

Grocers, bootblacks? Hardly society.

I thought a lot about you

while I was on the big trip coming here.

I wondered what you'd look like.

If you'd be like my papa.

Well? Am I?

I don't think so.

You're disappointed?

No, not by a long shot.

Seeing that you're my grandpa,

you'll be nice to me.

You think I've been nice?

Sure have!

You gave me money for d*ck to buy out

Jake with the terrible profit.

And letting me buy Mr. Hobbs

a genuine gold watch.

I'd call that nice.

Your Lordship instructed me

to satisfy his desires.

And he chose to bestow gifts

on his friends.

If Lord Fauntleroy

would be so good as to give me

a few minutes alone

with his grandfather.

We have some business.

Don't mind one bit.

Lots to look at in here.

Oh my, Dugal.

Come on, boy. Come with me.

Boys and dogs have a natural affinity!

A glass of sherry for Mr. Havisham.

My fool doctor is denying me

such a pleasure.

What do you make of the boy,

Havisham?

I find him most interesting.

Clods can be interesting.

He's hardly a clod, my Lord.

Although I daresay

your Lordship will find him somewhat

different from English children.

Impudent lot from what I've heard.

American children.

Outspoken perhaps but not him.

I find him surprisingly mature

for one so young.

You call it maturity.

The Yanks call it precocity.

And I call it impudent.

The American blood will tell.

But I'll deal with it. And him.

After my own fashion.

You said there was something

you wished to discuss with me.

Please get on with it.

I have a message

from your grandson's mother.

I'm not interested in the woman

or her messages.

The less I hear about her, the better.

I'm very much afraid

you'll have to hear this, my Lord.

She refuses to accept

the income we offered.

Refuses? How dare she!

She says because relations

between you are not friendly

Does she expect friendship?

That sly conniving mercenary American.

One could scarcely call her mercenary,

since she won't even accept

the money you offer.

Done for effect, Havisham.

She hopes to make me

admire her character.

A ploy, Havie!

As the boy's mother,

she has a position to maintain.

And she shall take the money

whether she likes it or not.

Then she will not use it.

It's to be sent to her regardless.

I will not have heard telling the world

that she has to live like a pauper

because I do nothing for her.

My tenants think little enough of me

as it is.

I've got it.

She thinks to poison

the boy's mind against me.

Quite the contrary.

Mrs. Errol asks... no, demands...

nothing be said or done

that would lead Lord Fauntleroy

to understand you had separated him

from his mother

because of your dislike of her.

He loves his mother dearly.

She's convinced this

would alienate him from you.

Come now, Havisham.

Am I to believe she's told him

nothing of my antipathy for her?

Nothing. She wants no shadow

upon that relationship.

She wants the boy to believe you

the most affectionate of grandparents.

I know your intentions toward

the boy are the best, my Lord.

But your grandson's impression of you

will depend largely

on your discretion in this matter.

I must urge you not to speak slightly

of his mother in front of him.

That will cause me no hardship since I

don't intend to speak with her at all.

A glass of sherry.

But you said your doctor

I have a barbarian

to make into a Dorincourt!!

I need all the sustenance I can get.

Lunch to be served, my Lord.

I'll have my glass at the table.

Join us, Havisham?

Thank you, my Lord.

I'll help grandpa walk.

I'm much stronger than I look.

Just lean on me, grandpa.

I'll make it easy.

The boy's been well prepared

to ingratiate himself.

I doubt that it took

preparation, my Lord.

After all, he is a Dorincourt.

Not yet.

But he will be.

Before I'm through with him.

Just lean on me, grandpa.

I won't let you fall.

I have no intention of falling.

This sure would be a fine place

to play KickTheCan.

You wouldn't have to worry

about beer wagons and trolleys.

It's a warm day, isn't it??

I find it downright cruel, if you

don't mind me saying so, ma'am.

I agree.

But we can't help for it, Mellon.

Lord Fauntleroy doesn't know why

his mother can't be with him.

And he's not to be told.

That his Lordship orders.

That's a dreadful thing

to happen to her.

Keeping a widow

from her own flesh and blood.

You should've heard her talking

to the servants all last night.

She said one thing

Higgins might've liked.

Him so innocent. And like

dining with his best friend.

Best friend? His Lordship with a temper

and disposition like curdled milk.

Good morning.

Good morning, your Lordship.

I trust you slept well.

Sure did!

This is Mellon.

She's going to look after you.

Pleased to meet you Mrs. Mellon.

Not Mrs. Mellon, your Lordship.

Just plain Mellon.

You're not plain at all.

The and my friend d*ck would say

you're smashing.

If you'll get up now, Mellon

will see to your bath and dress you.

And you can breakfast

with his Lordship.

I can dress myself.

And if you don't mind,

I'd as soon take my own bath.

As you wish.

Bring his Lordship

to the dining room when he's ready.

I'll just run your bath, your Lordship.

I prefer you call me Ceddie.

It wouldn't be fitting, your Lordship.

I'm not sure I'm going to take

to being an aristocrat.

Of course you will, your Lordship.

Don't you think this is a big house

just for two people, Mellon?

Oh, I'll wait till you see

the horses and stables.

Think what you'll have to tell

your mama when you see them.

It's a fact. I think

we will be great friends, Mellon.

Bless your heart, sir.

Do I have to wear this funny suit,

Mellon?

You look just elegant.

Besides, it's what his Lordship ordered.

I'm glad the boys of Hester Street

can't see me now.

How's that?

His Lordship is awaiting

breakfast for you.

And I think you best take off the cap.

All right.

What's in that room?

Your playroom, your Lordship.

You mean I have a special room

just for playing?

Mac home my friend Sam's

whole family lives in just one room.

And there are six of them.

This is all mine?

All yours.

I wasn't here then.

But Dawson says that all in this room

belonged to your own dear papa.

My own papa?

I guess my grandpa

loved my papa an awful lot.

I think we best go down, my Lordship.

The kippers not to your liking?

I never had a fish for breakfast before.

What's that?

I never had… Never mind, grandpa.

Eat your breakfast.

I guess I'm not very hungry.

Thanks for the toys and games.

What?

Thanks for toys and games!

Oh, games are important.

They prepare a boy

for the larger game of life, I'm told.

They'll prepare you to become

the Earl of Dorincourt.

Becoming an Earl is pretty important.

No need to moon about it.

I wasn't.

I was just thinking about mama.

You're what?

I never had breakfast

without mama before.

You may see your mother later today.

Pardon me, your Lordship.

The Rev. Mr. Muldaur is here.

He says the matter is urgent.

The matter is always urgent

for the Rev. Mr. Muldaur.

Show him in, Dawson.

I never met a reverend mister before..

You're safe from those occasions.

Good morning, your Lordship.

Be good enough to come closer.

I see no reason for us

to shout at each other.

Well, what is it this time?

Another complaint from the parish?

Or an appeal for yet another charity?

My grandson, Lord Fauntleroy.

Pleased to make your acquaintance,

Reverend Mister Muldaur.

And yours, your Lordship.

You've come a long way.

And many will be happy that

you've made the journey safely.

Shall we get on with it, Muldaur?

Lord Fauntleroy is very much

like his father, your Lordship.

He is his father's son.

Well. Who is in trouble now, Muldaur?

It's Higgins of Abe's farm, sir.

He's been ill himself. And his children

both have whooping cough.

He's now behind in his rent.

Your bailiff has told him

that he must pay or leave.

Higgins came to me yesterday

to ask if I'd intervene.

But I beg you to give him more time.

And also a small loan to buy

the medicine the children need.

Higgins is a bad tenant

and worse farmer.

And he's always behind in his rent.

It's true he's not a good manager

of his affairs.

But he is in grave trouble

now, your Lordship.

If the farm is taken from him,

the family will starve.

My grandpa will never let that happen.

We have a philanthropist in our midst.

One who bestows largess

on bootblacks and grocers.

A kind heart for Count Lord Fauntleroy.

In that way,

he is certainly like his father.

But unlike his grandfather?

I think you've got the kindest heart

in the whole world, grandpa.

And I ought to know.

You would help Higgins?

I can't. But I know you will.

Inform Higgins

he has two weeks in which

to pay his rent or forsake the farm.

I beg you to reconsider, your Lordship.

Good morning, Muldaur.

Good day, sir.

What is it?

I bet you have a good reason

for not helping Higgins, grandpa.

You've not yet been taught

the responsibilities

of your future position.

But when you are,

you will understand that is essential

to be firm with underlings.

What's "underlings"?

Parasites, like Higgins.

They prefer to live off charity

rather than do honest work.

Ahh.

If you have no wish for more breakfast,

we'll go to the stables.

I just got a trait.

What trait?

Why you said you are not

going to help Higgins.

Even though I know you are.

And?

Of course you are. You said it yourself.

I'm going to have

to learn responsibilities

if I'm going to become

the Earl someday.

You don't have to pretend

you're not going help Higgins

just so I can learn

responsibilities, grandpa.

Come, we'll go to the stables.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to go see mama first.

There's a pony in the stables.

Your own pony.

My own pony!

You give me everything, grandpa!

But I'll go see mama first.

Sure got lots to tell dearest.

Dearest? What's dearest?

I guess I can tell you,

since you're my grandpa.

I already told Mr. Hobbs.

I call mama "dearest" sometimes.

Because that's what

papa used to call her.

I can't wait to tell Mama about all

the things you've given me, grandpa.

I think you're the best grandpa

in the whole world!

Know what I just thought of, grandpa?

What?

What people really don't

understand about aristocrats.

I'm going to write to Mr. Hobbs

and set him straight.

I gather you're Mr. Hobbs has

a low opinion of aristocrats.

Well, he thinks they're tyrants.

That's because he doesn't know

any of them.

So I'm going to tell them

that you're the best ever.

And when I grow up,

I wanna be just like you.

It's a joy to me

now that I'm going to be an Earl.

I can't become a Democrat

or become president.

Which is what Mr. Hobbs

had in mind for me.

President?

You will go to the House of Lords!

Is it just as good as being President?

Poor child. Infinitely superior!

Go on there.

Come on. Come on.

Whoa.

I'll get out first.

Then you can lean on me, grandpa.

I'm not getting out.

You're not going to see Mama?

I've important business to attend to.

Mama will be very disappointed.

Hustings will come for you

in two hours time.

Go ahead.

Oh, Ceddie!

Mama!

Home, Hustings.

How are you?

Fine.

Did you sleep well?

Yeah, I have a huge bed!

And you're happy?

Lord Fauntleroy sits well, my Lord.

All Dorincourts sit well.

Can I go faster, grandpa?

You're not afraid?

Not by a long shot.

Let him have the reins.

Come on! Faster, come on!

Thighs in the stirrup, your Lordship.

I'm running him every time.

That will do, Wilkins!

Can I go for a real ride, grandpa?

I'll keep a watchful eye on him,

your Lordship.

See that you do.

Charlie.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Bye, grandpa!

He sure is spunky, your Lordship.

Get on with your work.

Whoa... whoa.

Have you had enough, your Lordship?

Not by a long shot!

Hold still.

I almost forgot my cap though.

Let's go. Come on.

You got a long way to go?

The boy lives in the village,

your Lordship.

It's him!

It's him that's come from America!

Give him a hand up on my pony, Wilkins.

Your Lordship?

He can't walk very well. And I can.

Here, ride my mount.

It's too big for him.

Give him a hand, Wilkins. Please.

What's your name?

Georgie. Georgie Hawker.

Pleased to meet you, Georgie.

So let's go.

Won't his Lordship give me what for.

Mrs. Dibble, Dibble! Look!

What? Ah, it must be him.

It's little Lord Fauntleroy!

How do?

He knows Georgie.

Can I put here?

Yes.

I'll be back in a minute.

Excuse me.

Yes?

You put things on account?

That depends on whose account.

My grandpa, the Earl of Dorincourt.

So I guess his credit's good.

The Earl?

Then you must be...

little Lord Fauntleroy!

Would I be wearing this getup

if I wasn't?

He wouldn't let the boy ride

my mount, your Lordship.

He said it was too high.

"Wilkins," he says.

"The boy is lame and I am not."

Then... he bought a crutch

for the boy from Mr. Kinsey.

And then when we got to the cottage,

he whips off his cap

and says to the boy's mother,

"I've brought your son home, ma'am."

"And the crutch is from...

my grandpa."

If you don't mind my saying so,

your Lordship,

The Lord Fauntleroy has won the hearts

of the whole village

with what he's done.

You could've knocked

me down with a feather

when he asked to buy

those crutches for little Georgie.

Such a lovely child.

He took my breath away.

He looks so like his father.

And a dearer man never lived

than Captain Errol!

I wish one of my own could live

with the Earl of Dorincourt.

Look, that's his mother.

Isn't she in luck?

Bless you, my lady.

There's no reason for you to curtsy.

But I thank you for your blessing.

It's very nice of you to be here,

Mrs. Errol.

I'll help grandpa walk.

He's his father all over again.

Everybody's sure glad

to see you, grandpa.

They're bowing to you.

To me?

Take off your hat.

God bless your young Lordship

and a long life for you.

Thanks. You too.

What is it, Higgins?

You're Higgins?

Sure pleased to meet you, Mr. Higgins.

I guess you feel a lot better

now that my grandpa said that

you can stay on the farm.

But I guess you know

how good my grandpa is.

You look poorly and should be in bed.

When you're fit again,

see that you do better with the farm.

Thanks, your Lordship.

I hope your children get over

their whooping cough, Mr. Higgins.

You sure made Mr. Higgins happy,

grandpa.

I'm sure learning how to be an Earl!

Mama and Mary came to church too,

grandpa.

Why don't we sit with them?

Our place is in the family pew.

But Mama and Mary are family too.

What's that, Grandpa?

A memorial to our ancestors.

They don't know how to spell

no better than me.

We shall now sing Hymn 298.

"Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven."

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven.

To His feet thy tribute bring.

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,

Who like me His praise should sing:

Praise Him, Praise Him.

Praise Him, Praise Him.

Praise the everlasting King.

You for work?

I'm a good seamstress, Mrs. Smith.

You're his Lordship's mother!

I'm also my own person.

Of course if you have no need for help

I have this need. I'm the only

dressmaker for miles around.

What would the Earl think?

That does not concern me.

I have a living to make.

I prefer of course

to do the sewing at home.

As it's a long walk to the village.

It doesn't surprise me, my lady.

What doesn't surprise you?

That the young captain married you.

Thank you. Will you take me on?

With pleasure, my lady.

And you will do me a kindness

if you cease to call me "my lady."

I'm Mrs. Errol..

It's all the title

I want or have ever wanted.

Then Mrs. Errol, it shall be.

I took a wrong turn

on the way to the village.

Came to a sector..

I've never seen

such poverty and despair.

The houses were all decayed.

There was an open ditch

with a stench that took my breath away.

Earl's Lane..

It's where his Lordship sentences them.

It's best to stay away.

There's always terrible sickness there.

It comes from hunger and filth.

Look it over.

Fine bird, Mr. McGregor.

I'll wager you'll be pleased

to do your own sh**ting again, my Lord.

Keep an eye out for poachers,

Mr. McGregor.

Yes, my Lord.

I'll not have my birds in end up

on the tables of the tenants.

The signs are posted.

And all know the penalty. But

Some people's hunger, your Lordship.

Those who don't work

deserve to go hungry.

Take the birds to the kitchen, McGregor.

Yes, my Lord.

Good afternoon, sir.

Hustings.

Be good enough to inform the lady

I have no desire to converse with her.

Kindly inform his Lordship

that an exchange of "good afternoon"

hardly constitutes a conversation.

Tell the lady

that she is sadly mistaken if she

hopes to ingratiate herself with me.

Please tell his Lordship

I have no desire or need

to ingratiate myself.

He is my husband's father

and my son's grandfather.

And I merely show him the

same courtesy I would

show his gamekeeper

if the circumstance were the same.

Tell the lady

that like all Americans,

she is exceedingly rude.

Tell his Lordship that it's obvious

Americans do not have

a monopoly on rudeness.

Tell the lady she offends me.

Tell his Lordship I certainly hope so.

Tell the lady

The lady has heard quite enough,

Hustings.

I thank God each day

for the Revolution that freed us from

the arrogance and ill temper

of the British aristocracy.

Madam!!

We won that w*r. And I have

no intention of losing this one.

Good day, Hustings!

Shall I just drive on, your Lordship?

I want no gossip

about this conversation, Hustings.

What conversation?

Was that yours, sir?

Drive on.

Shouldn't Mama be home by now, Mary?

She must've stopped by that awful

place again to help out like she does.

Seems a mistake.

She'll come watch you when she can.

Is mama happy, Mary?

She never says.

Sure, she's happy.

Or she would pack up and go home.

But not without me.

You'd be the first thing she'd pack.

I'm sorry that I made you wait, Ceddie.

Mama!

Mary told me where you were.

New or alterations?

Alterations.

I'll fix you a cup of tea.

You look awful tired, mama.

I'm fine.

Do you realize we've

been here a whole month?

A month?

Mmmmmm.

I haven't even wrote

I haven't written

to Mr. Hobbs and d*ck yet.

I'm going to do it

as soon as I get back.

Has your grandfather said anything

yet about your schooling?

He says I'm going to have a tutor.

Why can't I just finish school?

I suppose because it takes

special training to become a Lord.

Sometimes I would just as soon

not become one.

Not if we can't live in the same house.

You promised you would accept it

without question.

Someday you'll understand.

I guess. But I sure don't now.

When you're the Earl of Dorincourt,

you'll be brave and kind.

And do only good for others.

The world will be a little bit

better because a man has lived.

Good morning.

Your foot's better, grandpa.

My gout has receded.

That's fine, grandpa.

I know it must've hurt an awful lot.

I guess that's why you were

grumpy sometimes, grandpa.

Probably.

May I inquire what you are writing?

It's a letter to Mr. Hobbs and d*ck.

I should've done it before.

But "Better late than never"

Mr. Hobbs says.

Quite a philosopher, your Mr. Hobbs.

That's what mama says too.

I had a fine dinner with Mama yesterday.

And you know what else she said?

"The world should feel a little

better because a man has lived."

I think the world will be a lot

better because you lived, grandpa.

Thank you.

My fool doctor tells me

I may ride again.

You will accompany me tomorrow?

That'll be fine, grandpa.

Now I'd better finish my letter.

Dugal.

"So you see, it's a mistake about

earls being tyrants.

"It's only that they are the top man.

So they get blamed a lot.

"But then you never knew any earls.

"So I can see how you wouldn't

have a firsthand idea.

"My grandpa has gout in his foot which

makes him cranky. But he is better now.

"I love him very much.

"And so do almost all

of the people who work on his land.

"Which are called 'tenants.'

"Which is different from being

a tenant on Hester Street.

Make any sense to you?

Nothing.

They call them tenants over there, huh?

It still means "them which is in

servitude to the aristocrats"!

Let me get on with it.

"The only thing is mama and Mary

don't live with grandpa and me.

"But they got a fine house

all to themselves.

"I'd as soon they live with us.

"Well, that's that.

"Please write a letter to me.

And give my regards to the boys.

"I miss you and d*ck.

There is a dungeon, uhh...

under the castle.

"But my grandpa never put

anyone in there." Oh, yeah?

"Your old friend Ceddie.

Lord Fauntleroy.

"PS, I have to sign it that way."

I call it q*eer.

Ceddie's ma and Mary aren't

living in the same house with him.

q*eer? What I call it ain't

fit for public consumption.

You don't appear to be

enjoying your ride today.

I was thinking about mama.

You're free to see her

whenever you wish.

I know.

But don't you miss not seeing mama?

Since I don't know her

I can't say I miss seeing her.

I thought maybe you'd want to.

Mama said I mustn't ask you

any questions. So I won't.

I miss her most at night.

I look out my window.

Mama puts a lamp there for me to see.

I'm a long way off. I know what it says.

It says "good night and God's with you."

That's what my ma

used to say to me every night.

We'll go to the promontory today.

There's something you should see.

All this will be yours one day.

Mine? When?

When you're the Earl of Dorincourt.

When I'm dead.

But then I don't want it.

I don't want you to be dead.

Kind of you to say so.

What's way over there, grandpa?

That's where my tenants live.

It's called Earl's Lane.

I'd like to see it.

I don't suppose I've been down there

in 20 years.

I think I better see it as long

as it's going to be mine someday.

Bless you, Lord.

And your sweet mother.

Comes like an angel of mercy.

To bring food and see to the sick.

When you're the Earl, see to it that you

are more responsible than I have been.

Whose lane is to be renovated?

Every miserable cottage.

And I've given the bailiff instructions

for that stinking ditch to be filled in.

It will improve

the value of the property.

Surely.

Hey, who'd think anyone

could sop the heart of that old tyrant.

Sopping? No. Shaming!

You wish to see me your Lordship?

This is a list of the guests be invited.

Guests? For what, your Lordship?

I intend to give a dinner party.

To mark the renovation of Earl's Lane.

No need to look as if the world

were coming to an end.

No, my Lord.

It's just that we've not

had a dinner party for 20 years.

Better late than never.

Where have I heard that before?

Lady Lorradaile!

Yes, Dawson, my sister! Lady Lorradaile.

And Sir Harry.

Yes, sir.

"No need to look like the world is

coming to an end" his Lordship says.

A dinner party here?!

What's more, Lady Lorradaile is invited.

What? They haven't exchanged

a word in 20 years!

His Lordship is proud as a Derby c*ck.

Thomas, the guest list.

Take it to the top stationary.

His Lordship wants the invitations

written in his best text.

Mellon, a new velvet

suit is to be ordered

for Lord Fauntleroy forthrrghtly.

The guestrooms are to be

aired and ready.

And the castle is to be scrubbed

and polished from top to bottom.

Wilkins will ensure the carriages,

horses and stables are ever good.

As for myself, I intend to lie down

to get over the shock.

"And the Queen asked the magic mirror."

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's

the most beautiful of them all?"

"And mirror replied..."

You're wrong again. Ill show you.

You have to beat that!

Strike, Grandpa! You win.

Go fetch it! Good boy!

Come on, Dugal, come on.

Cedric is my only grandson, Havisham.

The woman is a fraud.

Quite possibly, my Lord.

But we must be certain.

Have I your permission

to use a private detective?

Dammit, man.

No stone is to be left unturned which

would expose this Minna Boggs

as the imposter she is.

To say my son Bevis married her?

Some eight years ago.

And that the child resulted from it.

Now she claims that it is her son,

not Cedric, is the rightful heir.

Wicked nonsense, Havisham!

I sincerely hope that is the case.

What manner of woman is she?

In appearance, she's handsome

in a coarse sort of way.

At our first brief meeting,

I got that she was a dancer,

who came to England

with some tawdry American company.

Uneducated and openly mercenary, I fear.

I've no doubt there may have been

an alliance of sorts.

Bevis rarely showed discrimination

in his choice of dalliance.

But marriage to a woman of that sort.

That I do not believe.

Put your investigator to work, Havisham.

Dugal finally got the hunting right,

Grandpa.

Pretty sure chewed up my ball.

We'll find another ball.

You're looking very fit,

Lord Fauntleroy.

I'm trying to be fitter.

I think grandpa looks fit too.

That's because we ride every day.

It's good for us.

Have I told you how dear

you've become to me, Cedric?

You don't have to tell me, grandpa.

I know without you're saying.

Your whole day early

for the party, Mr. Havisham.

But better early

than not at all, I always say.

Unfortunately,

I shall have to miss the party.

I must return to London.

I won't detain you any

longer, Havisham.

I wish you every success.

It will be our success, my Lord.

Lord Fauntleroy.

No stone left unturned, Havisham.

Not the smallest pebble, my Lord.

Mr. Havisham's your best friend,

isn't he, grandpa?

Mr Hobbs always says:

"When push comes to shove,

"here's nothing like having

a true blue friend in your court."

Welcome, Your Ladyship... Sir Harry.

You never thought you'd

see me come through

these doors again, did you, Dawson?

You haven't changed.

Nor have you, my lady.

Fiddlesticks! I'm like a mummy!

Where is my brother?

Waiting for you in the library, my lady.

And the boy?

As soon as you get here.

I'm to bring him to you in the library

as soon as you arrive, my lady.

Harry fears the lion in his den.

Please.

Constancia.

Molyneux.

Harry.

You look well, Constancia.

And you look better

than when I last saw you.

I was surprised to get your invitation.

But so very pleased.

I regret our estrangement.

It was a foolish quarrel

over an inconsequential matter.

For the life of me, I can't recall

the reason for our fracas.

Of no consequence.

Fables... Now tell me about the boy.

He's all Dorincourt!

And I challenge anyone to dispute it.

You're fond of him?

He's a fine boy.

Cedric! Come here!

I am your great Aunt Constancia.

I adored your father.

And you're so like him.

This is your great Uncle Harry.

Pleased to meet you, Uncle Harry.

Well, Cedric. Are you happy here?

It took a little while for me

and grandpa to get acquainted.

But we are fine friends now.

We are indeed.

You'll be amplifying the conversation

after your lessons.

I'm learning how to talk French.

It's pretty tricky.

Run along now.

You actually dote on the boy,

you old curmudgeon.

Nonsense.

Most children are idiots or bores.

It so happens that Cedric is neither.

Surely, his mother deserves

some credit for that.

I prefer not to discuss it.

Oh? I understand your tenants adore her.

It's the boy who's won their affection.

But I have to admit his mother

has brought him up well.

I should like to visit

Cedric's mother this afternoon.

That is entirely up to you to design.

What is it, Dawson?

I thought Lady Lorradaile

and Sir Harry might prefer

tea in their rooms

after their long journey.

Tea and some of those

delicious cucumber and

crest sandwiches for

which you are famous.

After 20 years, our first meeting

deserves a kiss.

There.

I share your happiness, Molyneux.

Cedric is an enchanting child.

Come, Harry.

No!

My Lord?

Cedric is the rightful heir!

I'll accept no other.

I wish you to know

that I entirely disapprove

of my brother's treatment of you.

I accept it for Ceddie's sake, ma'am.

And his father's.

I made scones.

I never understand what

folks here see in them.

But I baked a butter cake too.

And it'll be out of the oven

in two shakes.

And you'll come

and join us when it's ready now?

Right.

No English server would comport

themselves in that fashion.

But Mary isn't a servant.

She is my friend and companion.

As dear to Ceddie as she is to me.

I see.

I like you, Mrs. Errol.

Would you come and spend Christmas

with us at Lorradaile Castle?

That's very kind of you.

I promised Ceddie

I would always be nearby.

I understand.

My mother's sons Maurice

and Bevis were

bitter disappointments to him.

Wastrels enriching.

Your Cedric, your husband,

whom he loved.

Cedric disappointed him too.

By marrying me.

My brother would be not be

so prejudiced if he knew you.

I doubt that will ever happen!

Oh.

Won't Ceddie look dear in this?

He won't be test wearing it.

His mother's not attending.

My grandson, Lord Fauntleroy.

Lady Grace.

You're beautiful enough

to be a princess.

You make the most of your time,

Fauntleroy.

You'll not dare be so foolish

when you're older.

I think Lord Fauntleroy

will always say what he thinks.

So you think I'm beautiful?

Beautifuler than anyone.

Except my mama, of course.

No one should be more beautiful

to a boy than his mother.

Excuse us. Come, Cedric.

You must be introduced

to the other guests.

Freddy, my grandson. Lord Fauntleroy.

Lord Ashbey Delefante.

I knew your father, my boy.

Great Huntsman.

Ride the hounds, my boy?

I only ride to a promontory.

And sometimes the village.

You are a love.

What's that in your pocket, Ceddie?

Oh. It's a gift from d*ck the bootblack.

He said I was to wear it when

I'm with all the swells.

So I guess now is the right time.

Molyneux, how do you like

being called a swell?

I daresay have been called worse.

Especially by me.

But you are a bit of a tyrant

when we were

both growing up

in this monstrous old house.

Well, Ceddie.

Are you enjoying the party?

Well. It's not very lively.

I guess is because the music

is not very likely.

Right. It's no more lively

than Westminster Abby.

Will you do something about it?

Constancia!

Fiddlesticks! Come, Ceddie.

Lord Fauntleroy has a request.

Tell them what you'd like them

to play, Ceddie.

Oh, Dem Golden Slippers.

It goes like this.

They played at the Starlight Bar

on Hester Street.

Me and the boys used to

wait in the alley and

watch the dancing girls

when the door opened.

It was sure a sight!

Sing it to them.

Then perhaps our esteemed musicians

can pick up the tune.

All right.

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Golden slippers I'm gonna wear,

because dey look so neat.

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Golden slippers I'm gonna wear,

To walk de golden street.

Shall we?

Why not!

May I?

You may.

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, dem golden slippers!

Oh, so, Molyneux!

The House of Dorincourt has finally

got an heir worthy of the title.

Something's troubling you, Molyneux?

What is it?

You'll hear it soon enough.

Faster! Faster!

Dammit, this isn't a funeral.

It may well be.

My Lord.

The worst possible news.

I've never known bad news

to improve with keeping.

Bevis did marry the woman

eight years ago.

She has the marriage certificate.

And it has been verified.

Much as it pains me, my Lord.

I believe her son is

the rightful heir to the title.

Bevis brought me nothing

but unhappiness in life.

And now in death as well.

There's no question about it?

Sir, the ceremony was performed

at White Chapel.

And duly registered.

Why has the woman waited

till now to make her claim?

She told me that only

recently she understood

her son could lay claim to the title.

If anyone had told me

that I could care for a

child as I care for Cedric,

I would not have believed it.

I'm not well liked... here.

He finds me a great liking.

He would've filled my place

better than I had.

He would've done honor to the name.

Bring the woman here.

And her spawn.

House them at the inn.

And thank you.

Get along, boy. We ain't got all day.

We're gonna see your grandpa, the Earl.

Commoner dirt!

Serves his Lordship right.

Treating the captain's great lady

the way he did.

You should not pass judgment.

Perhaps the woman is

not what she appears.

You don't mind the free talk,

Rev. Muldaur?

I know a tart when I see one.

Well, what's she like, Mrs. Dawson?

Think the worst.

And you'll be half right.

Let her come into the house.

And I'll go out of it.

Get me a cup of teano. A sherry.

I feel faint.

How is his Lordship taking it?

As well as can be expected.

What will happen

to little Lord Fauntleroy now?

He'll not be Earl of Dorincourt.

That's what.

I never thought I'd say it but

my heart goes out to the Earl.

I've never seen a man so shattered.

Does it mean I have to go

away from you, grandpa?

That will never happen.

Will I still be your boy like before?

You will always be my boy.

Well, I don't care about the Earl part.

I was just afraid

if I couldn't be the Earl

and I couldn't be your boy

Who would come visiting

on a raw day like this?

It's his honor. His Lordship, I mean.

Kindly come in, your Lordship.

The chair near the fire is comfortable.

Thank you. I prefer to stand.

I shall only stay a moment.

You know why I've come here.

Mr. Havisham has informed me

of the new claim to the title.

That claim will be contested.

If a contest can be made.

Ceddie will have nothing

that is not his own.

The idea that a child

of that outrageous woman should

I'm certain that his mother

cares for him as I care for Ceddie.

And if she was your eldest son's wife,

her son is Lord Fauntleroy.

And mine is not.

Perhaps you prefer your son

not to become the Earl of Dorincourt.

There was a time

when I would've been so inclined.

But there is such suffering.

Such poverty.

I know Ceddie would've used his position

to improve the lot of others.

That he would've been

decent and caring.

Unlike his grandfather?

I've not had the pleasure

of knowing his grandfather.

But I know Ceddie loves you.

Would he love me I wonder

if you had told him, I would

never receive you at the castle?

I think not.

Few women would've remained silent.

I'm an old man. And was tired of life.

Your son gave me something to live for.

It pleased me to think

that someday he would take my place.

It seems that's not to be.

I came to tell you

that Cedric will be wellprovided for,

both now and in the future.

It is your privilege.

And you may see Ceddie

whenever you wish.

I will not deny you his company.

Nor deny him yours.

Thank you. Good afternoon.

Well. Like it's been said,

pride goeth before a fall.

I'm sorry for him, Mary.

This is a bitter moment for him.

d*ck!

d*ck!

I got a letter from Ceddie.

That's good news.

You won't think so when

you hear it what it says.

"Dear Mr. Hobbs and d*ck,

"I got something curious to tell you.

And I know you will be surprised.

"It's all a mistake.

"And I am not a Lord.

And will not be an Earl.

"A lady married to my uncle Bevis

has a a little boy.

"And he comes first.

"I don't mind it all,

"Seeing as I can live

with mama and Mary now,

"and go see my grandpa every day,

"which is everything turned around.

"Isn't it?"

It sure is.

We are going to stay here because

mama knows that I love my grandpa.

"And that he loves me.

"But I'm not gonna be rich

or be an Earl.

"So there you are."

I'll be blowed.

Now wait. There's more.

"My grandpa is in a terrible state

because you don't like the lady.

"but he'll get over it, I'm sure."

Yeah I'm sure..Uhhuh. Yeah.

"I will write another letter

soon to tell you more.

"I hope business is booming.

Love from your old friend,

"Ceddie.

PS, not Lord Fauntleroy anymore."

You know what? Ceddie's been done in.

Done in proper. In my opinion,

it's a put up job.

That English aristocrat's robbing Ceddie

of his rights because he's an American.

They had a fight against us

ever since the Revolution.

And they're taking it out on Ceddie.

Look it was in this morning's paper,

including a picture.

Hmm. That's Minna!

Yeah, Minna. Minna Errol.

That's what it says.

"Daughterinlaw of English Earl."

Daughterinlaw, my foot!

That's Minna Tipton! That's who that is.

What's the matter with you?

She married my brother Ben!

Yeah, left him flat to go to London

nine, 10 years ago.

With some tinsley show.

And that boy.

He's the spitting image of Ben.

I even know where she had him too.

In Bellevue Hospital!

Well, I'll be jiggered.

There's no question in your mind?

No, sir. That's Minna all right.

Where is your brother Ben now?

Kansas City.

Had a postal card from him

just the other day.

He's running some

rinkydink show down there.

Pack up your brushes and polishes!

I'll pay the damages. Whatever!

We're gonna get ourselves a lawyer.

Faster, man! Faster!

This isn't a funeral!

It's a celebration!

A fraud! I knew it!

But what of her marriage to Bevis?

ill*gal since the woman

was already married.

It seems Bevis and the lady tired

of each other quickly and parted.

What is your plan, Havisham?

How do we proceed?

I knew your Lordship

would have no objection

to my moving quickly on this matter,

so I cabled monies

to the lawyer in New York.

To pay passage for the woman's husband

and his brother d*ck.

– The bootblack?

– The same.

And since d*ck wouldn't come

without Mr. Hobbs

the grocer?

Precisely.

Their ship docks in Liverpool

the day before Christmas.

I've already arranged

for swift transportation to Dorincourt.

Good.

The woman is still at the inn?

Yes, my Lord. Biding her time.

She's to be told nothing…yet.

Nor is anyone to be told.

Lord Fauntleroy, not even to know

that his friends are coming?

Let it be a surprise to him.

Well done, Havisham.

Well done, indeed.

O come, all ye faithful,

Joyful and triumphant!

O come ye,

O come ye to Bethlehem.

Come and behold him.

Born the King of Angels.

O come, let us adore Him.

O come, let us adore Him.

Well, I'll be jiggered!

Christ the Lord.

You live good if you're an aristocrat,

sir.

I wouldn't mind having

my shoe shining concession here.

You could put on a proper circus.

Clowns. Elephants. The big top.

The lady has arrived, your Lordship.

She still suspects nothing, I hope.

Nothing, my Lord.

She believes she's to take up residence.

Show the lady in, Dawson.

Mr. Tipton.

Would you be good enough

to stand at my side?

Minna! I see you've been

up to your old tricks.

This lady is your wife, Mr. Tipton?

Tied the knot nine years ago

this January.

And fathered a little feller

one year later.

Liar!

I never saw your ugly face before!

It's my Minna, all right.

Shrew and fishwife from the word Go.

Who you gonna believe?

Them shady characters or me?

Who's practically your own

flesh and blood, once removed.

My boy is you write in proper heir.

And I want what's coming to me.

What's coming to you is

the back of my hand.

You gonna let him

talk to me like that?

Me, who's the mother

of your lovely little grand son?

Save your breath, Minna. The jig's up.

And you know what!

Shut up, you worm!

Some father you are,

depriving your own son!

You dirty doubledealing spoiler!

You lost your looks.

But not your sweet disposition!

It's hello and goodbye, Minna.

Well, I ain't leaving.

I deserve something.

For the tender care I gave

your drunkard son.

Is Mrs. Tipton entitled

to compensation, Havisham?

Hardly, my Lord.

I suggest we send for the Constable.

British jurisprudence deals severely

with frauds and pretenders.

You know the way out, madam.

I suggest you take it.

I should've done you in

instead of leaving you.

I am forever in your debt, Mr. Tipton.

It's been a pleasure, Your Highness.

Dawson, kindly send for Lord Fauntleroy.

Already have, my Lord.

They're here?

Mr. Hobbs, d*ck?

Never been so jiggered

when Dawson said you were here.

Not half so jiggered as us.

Up in this here castle

with an ocean voyage to boot.

Boy, you sure do look elegant

in them clothes, Ceddie.

I have to wear them. It goes

with the job of being a Lord.

Well, they're becoming, Ceddie.

Mind you, I ain't one to admire

the trappings of aristocrats.

Hey, could we see the dungeon, Ceddie?

I ain't never seen one before.

And I sure would like to

before we have to go back.

But Dawson said you won't

leave before a fortnight.

What's a fortnight?

Two whole weeks.

I hope your business doesn't suffer.

Or yours, Mr. Hobbs.

I wouldn't have missed this trip

and its consequences.

For all the tea in China, Ceddie.

Me neither.

Well, then will have a fine time.

There will be

a great Christmas party tomorrow.

And you and Mr. Hobbs

are the guests of honor.

Grandpa said for you to stay

in the house of Dorincourt.

Whatever that means.

There will be music and dancing.

And heaps to eat.

I just wish Mama and Mary

could come too.

Will have a separate Christmas party

with Mama and Mary!

We sure will.

Okay!

It's snowing!

I wonder if Mama is

watching the snow coming down too?

Wake up, your Lordship. Wake up!

Mr. Hobbs and d*ck up yet?

Up and about.

They had breakfast hours ago.

And they was wanting to see the stables.

Hours ago?

Why didn't you wake me up?

His Lordship said

I was to let you sleep in.

Seeing as how

there is a big day ahead.

But we best step lively now.

His Lordship wants you

in the Great Hall.

I guess grandpa wants me

to see my Christmas presents.

What do you think of d*ck?

He thinks you're smashing.

He's a cashew nut, d*ck.

Here you are, your Lordship.

And you're to go straight

to the Great Hall. Don't forget.

I'm coming, grandpa!

I'll be jiggered!

Now that IS a Christmas tree!

Mama!

Custom has decreed,

that each Christmas,

a celebration should be held

in the servant's hall

for all at the castle.

This year the celebration is being

held here in the Great Hall.

By my grandson's degree.

This is a most joyous Christmas

I've ever known.

I ask you to drink to the

health and happiness...

of the future Earl of Dorincourt:

Lord Fauntleroy.

For Lord Fauntleroy!

You must respond.

This is the best Christmas I ever had.

And I don't mind one bit

being Lord Fauntleroy.

And the future Earl of Dorincourt.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

And to all the people everywhere!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Did I do all right?