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Marty.

Morning, Mr. Davis.

Bill, we just had a very strange phone call.

Strange?

It sure was.

From London. The managing director of Marchwood Limited called this person.

What's Marchwood Limited?

According to the British consulate, Marchwood Limited is one of the largest

holding companies in England.

They're in steel, shipping, wool, and just about everything.

What do they want with us?

Well, they've picked Davison Company to build a giant industrial complex in

South America.

I guess your reputation's pretty good in England.

Well, you better fly over there and see what it's all about, Pete.

I'd be glad to, but the managing director insisted on William Davis.

Why? Well, I don't know, but you're to be the guest of Lady Marchwood this

weekend at Marchwood Hall in Upper Kent.

Who is she?

The British consul said Lord Marchwood died a few years ago. Lady Marchwood is

now chairman of the board.

Well, you better get me out on a jet tonight. I'll stay. See you Friday,

Saturday, Sunday.

Get me home on Monday, okay?

I'll make that two tickets.

You coming along?

No, they're for you and Mr. French.

French? What's he got to do with it?

Well, I told you it was a strange call.

They were insistent about him.

Both of you are at snow deal.

Is Lady Marchwood some kind of eccentric?

Evidently not. She's quite famous over there.

Even the British consul seemed a little awed by her.

Okay, two tickets.

Well, let's go.

Now, you guys mind Sissy while we're gone, you hear?

Yes, sir. And I'll be right here with him until you get back, Uncle Bill.

And don't you worry about us. You just have a good time.

Okay. Goodbye.

Bye -bye. Bye.

Bye.

And no wild games, no eating in the living room, no more than two friends

at one time, no fudge making, and keep out of your uncle's belongings,

understand?

Okay, Mr. French.

Cheerio.

Cheerio, indeed.

Well, what do we do now?

I don't know. Mr. French thought of all the good things before we did.

Mr. Davis? Yes, are you from Marchwood Limited?

Right, I'm Pamela Winters, Lady Marchwood's social secretary. I'm to

to Marchwood Hall.

Did you have a pleasant trip?

Yes, beautiful.

It's the first time I've been. Oh, this is Mr. French.

How do you do? Good to see you, Miss Winters.

Are there any other Americans with a guest?

Guests, Mr. Davis?

You are the only guest.

Well, I guess Lady Marchwood has a lot of questions about my company.

I doubt it. Lady March, we did all the research necessary before calling you.

This weekend will be purely social.

Farnsworth, the bags are in the car. Please take Mr. Davis' to the east wing.

Yes, miss.

I'll bring your luggage to your room, sir. Thank you.

May I be of some assistance, Mr. Farnsworth?

Why, thank you.

Mr. Davis.

Lee Marchwood. Mr.

Davis, it's so nice to meet you.

And I do trust your weekend at Marchwood Hall will be a pleasant one.

I'm sure it will.

Oh, this is Mr. French, Lady Marchwood.

Ah, yes, you're Mr. French.

Lady Marchwood.

Pamela, dear, perhaps Mr. Davis would care to rest up after his long trip.

I've put him in the East Wing, Lady Marchwood.

Oh, splendid.

Now, if there's anything you require, all you have to do is ring.

Well, there are a couple of questions.

I'm sure there are.

But we'll have a nice talk later.

Right?

Right. This way, Mr. Davis.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hey, I don't get it. If I'm the only guest this weekend, what do they think I

need with you?

Well, sir, if you will forgive what...

What may seem to be an incredible lack of modesty, sir, I believe it was merely

a ruse to include myself, sir.

Include you?

Why?

Well, you see, Lady Marchwood and I are old friends.

Hmm. If you looked at her like she'd never seen you before.

I assure you, sir, she's seen me many times.

Hmm.

Well, maybe you've changed.

Did you have a beard, then?

Exactly as now, sir. Oh, no, sir, it's...

No coincidence, I can assure you.

Well, why didn't you tell me that you knew Lady Marchwood when we were in New

York?

Well, sir, because at that time, I wasn't aware that Lady Marchwood was

my old friend, Morty Wiggins.

Morty Wiggins? Exactly.

Daughter of Alfred Wiggins, a green -dresser.

Well, I'd sworn she was born to the purple.

Oh, when I knew Morty Wiggins, sir, she was barmaid at the Crown and Pickles.

David, I do want to thank you for coming all this way to visit with me.

Oh, I'm glad to. It's a very important deal for me.

Now, is everything quite satisfactory?

Oh, yes, indeed.

Good. Perhaps you'd like your man to bring you a spot of tea?

I find it so bracing after a long journey.

That'd be nice, yeah.

May I expect you downstairs for cocktails before dinner? Sure.

By the way, I've instructed my staff in the preparation of an American martini.

Very cold. Rather dry?

Splendid.

Well, as I recall, at the Crown and Pickles, Giles preferred three

or four pints of bitter.

Right, ducks?

What's he say? Ducks?

It's the old Morty Wiggins.

It's time for dinner. Okay.

And don't forget to wash your hands. Boy, you're even stricter than Mr.

What do you mean? Mr. French makes you wash your hands.

Yeah, but you're one of us.

Wash.

Only two more days until Uncle Bill and Mr. French come back. I miss them. So do

I. I like it better when Fiffy's not the boss.

I liked it better when she was just our sister.

It's so quiet here after New York.

I like it very much.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Now, when you visit us again, you must bring the children.

How'd you know about the children?

I don't know. Marchwood Limited does its homework very well, I think.

Lady Marchwood and I were really intrigued to learn that you and Mr.

the guardians of three growing children.

Well, they'd certainly like to come here. This place would be like Camelot

them.

Well, Mr. Davis, perhaps you'd like Pamela to show you the grounds.

They're quite attractive by moonlight.

I'd like that very much. Is that okay with you, Miss Winters?

It would be a pleasure.

Come along, dear.

Oh, Lady Marchwood. Yes?

I've got to be sure that you selected Davison Company on merit and not

because... Because Giles is an old flame.

Yes. I assure you, any contract for building our industrial complex will

entirely upon your qualifications.

You got a deal.

Right.

Oh, Farnsworth. Did you inform Mr. French that I wished to see him? Oh,

instructed him to join you as soon as you were alone.

Splendid. Bring another cup, please.

Very good, Your Ladyship, but another cup for Mr.

French.

Yes, Farnsworth.

Yes, Your Ladyship.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Your ladyship.

Mr. French, please, do come and sit down.

Here.

Coffee?

Thank you.

Not at all.

One lump?

As I recall.

Yes, yes.

Oh, thank you, Farnsworth.

That will be all.

I think you'll find that coffee quite good.

Relax, Giles. You're among friends.

Indeed, Your Ladyship, I find our present relationship most unnerving.

think of the good old days and nights.

Do you remember the night you walked me home and we sat outside the cottage for

hours?

You certainly weren't nervous then, were you?

No, not until your father rushed out and chased me halfway down the lane. You

know, either I was a good deal faster than I remember, or he was a good deal

slower than I recall.

Oh, Dux!

Oh, um, your ladyship, you mustn't call me Dux. Oh, I'm sorry,

Dux.

Oh, seriously.

I did love Lord Marchwood very much.

And for his sake, I do try to act the lady in company.

You know, watch my speech and all.

But right now with you, well, it's like taking off a pair of tight shoes and

stretching my toes.

Your Ladyship, you must remember you're no longer Maudie Wiggins.

But I want to be when we're alone.

And ducks do come off it with that gentleman's gentleman accent.

I've never forgotten the crown and pickles or you.

You're a right one to talk about accents. And what about that blooming la

-da butler of yours? Oh, come on.

But tell me, how on earth did you discover that I was living in America?

Oh, it wasn't easy.

I had detectives searching all over the world.

And why?

Well, when Lord Marchwood died, I was awfully lonely.

And I needed someone to let my hair down with.

And there was only one.

Giles French.

I've flattered your ladyship.

And it's been marvellous seeing you again.

You know, I shall take back to New York wonderful memories of old acquaintance.

Take back to New York?

You think I flew you all these thousands of miles for us to cry in our beer?

And then you take off like a ruddy sparrow.

But I have a position with Mr. Davis. Children responsibilities.

Oh, no, Dux. Now that I've got you here, I'm not going to let you go.

What would I do here in Marchwood Hall?

Well, you could run the whole blooming place.

What does that, Mr.

Davis, to enter your service?

Service? I'll have you know that Marchwood Limited is one of the most

corporations in the world.

And you're going to be chairman of the board.

Well, what do I know about Marshford Hall? I mean, what do I know about

Marshford Limited?

Well, do what I did. Wade in, ask questions.

You're really offering me the position of chairman of the board, aren't you?

Yes.

It's been so lonely, Dux.

And I've needed someone to share a pint with.

to about the old days.

You know, your ladyship, it's a fantastic business offer.

Business?

Oh, you really are thick -headed.

Don't you even know when a girl's proposing to you?

I'm asking you to marry me, Doug.

She wishes to marry me.

Do you want?

Well, she's been somewhat lonely, sir, since Lord Marshwood passed on, and,

well, she feels that she needs someone with whom she can let her hair down, so

to speak.

Her hair down.

Gee, that's, uh, that's wonderful, isn't it?

Oh, nothing settled, sir. I merely agreed to think it over.

Think it over? What are you going to think over?

You're gonna get another offer like this.

Well, possibly not, sir, but I must honor my obligations to you.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You're gonna give up Lady Marchwood and all of this for... To do what?

Be a nanny to three kids?

Well, you make it sound like a somewhat uneven choice, sir.

You'd be Lord Marchwood, wouldn't you?

No, sir, no, no. I'd have no right to the title.

I just remain Mr. Giles French.

Well, call up the kids and tell them all about it.

You know, they're going to be very happy for you.

Well, somehow I'm just not too happy, sir.

We're on all different phones now, so we can all hear you. Check.

Check. Check.

We're managing just beautifully, Uncle Bill.

Oh, I'm going to be home before you know it.

And Mr. French, too.

Yeah, well, I don't think Mr. French is going to come home with me, kids.

He's going to stay here and get married.

Mr. French is getting married?

Yeah, he's going to marry Lady Marchwood.

Well, it turned out she was an old friend of his, see?

Here, I'll let you talk to him.

Hello, children.

French here.

Mr. French, congratulations.

That's... that's marvelous.

Don't you like us anymore, Mr. French?

Well, of course I like you, Jody.

I shall always have the strongest attachment for our family.

Then how come you're getting attached to someone else?

Mr. French, whatever you decide, we wish you the best.

Thank you, Sissy.

And goodbye.

Goodbye, all.

Yeah, listen, kids, I'll see you on Monday.

Now, don't worry about Mr. French. He's going to be very happy this way.

And we'll get along okay.

Sure. Bye -bye.

Ah, good morning, sir.

Morning. What do you got there?

A coffee, sir.

Yes, coffee's something for which one does not reply if I'm mean.

You can't be waiting on me anymore like this, you know.

Well, as of the moment, so nothing has changed.

No, everything's changed.

You're going to be running this whole place pretty soon.

In fact, you're going to be running Marchwood Limited.

Staggering thought, sir.

You're not going to be a gentleman's gentleman any longer, sport.

You're going to be Giles French Esquire VIP.

It's going to take some adjusting, sir.

How do you like this for an adjustment?

If my company gets this contract for the South American complex thing, I'm going

to be taking orders from you.

My word.

My word indeed. You shouldn't be bringing me coffee. You ought to be the

way around.

Oh, never, sir, never.

Where are you going?

To draw your morning bath, sir. French.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

Sir... Would you tell whoever replaces me that the water should be lukewarm to

tap into?

Thank you.

Yes, we like him.

However, Marchwood Hall is merely our summer residence, you know.

As winters, we spend cruising on one of our yachts. Oh, the Mediterranean, the

Adriatic, or whatever waters we're in the mood for.

family coat of arms is to be hung alongside.

I think a bearded lion rampant on a field of ermine.

Yes, there was a Giles French at the Battle of Hastings. On our side, of

The question before the board of Marchwood Limited is whether to lend the

requested funds to the parliament.

I wonder if it'll ever seem natural.

Hello, Doug.

You're rich, Jim.

I've been trying to arrange the seating for tonight.

And, you know, I can't remember if Lord Weatherby's deaf in his left or his

right ear.

Well, may I be of some assistance?

Oh, come off it. You wouldn't know any of the names. It's Pamela's job.

And, of course, I send her into the village to get extra flowers.

Well, surely there's something I can do to help.

Well, no.

Everything's been taken care of.

Oh, I have an idea.

Why don't you take a spin into the village yourself?

Oh, no, no, no. I must do something.

I mean, well... Now, Dux, don't bother your head with business.

All you have to worry about is living the good life, like the old days.

Just Maudie and Giles.

Maudie.

Maudie, do you think we can really capture the past again?

We can have a smashing time trying.

Yes, but, you know, we're no longer Morty and Giles.

You're Lady Marshmore.

And I'm a member of a family which is very dear to me.

Now, Dux, you can't really compare being married to me to, well, playing nanny

to three children, can you?

I suppose not, but neither can I indulge in the fantasy that we can recapture

the past.

Have I changed so much?

Oh, for the better, love.

But, you see, Morty, we've grown apart.

Last night, we looked at each other with memory.

And it seemed possible that we could still possibly be Morty and Giles of the

Old Crown and Pickles again, but...

Now it's morning.

Yes.

You know, I'm... I just... I just can't bring myself to

think that I could live here again. It just wouldn't be possible.

Well, then I suppose there's nothing more to say.

Bye, Mr. French.

Goodbye, Lady Marshman.

And here's one for luck, Dux.

Oh, Morty, Morty.

You're still a blooming smasher.

practicing taking Mr. French's place.

So you don't have to get anybody else like him.

Because there is no one else like him.

We hope he's happy without us.

Because we're not going to be very happy without him.

Mr. French! You came back!

Where's Lady Mr.

French? Oh, whatever you call her.

I decided against getting married.

Now, Sheldon, I suggest you continue with your household chores while I get

unpacked. And no shilly -shallying, please.

Boy, he's home all right.

And I'm glad to hear.

Me too. Now we can stop shilly -shallying.