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Good evening.

So nice of you to join us.

pay before we go home?

Yes, for a short while.

I'm always happy on Friday, because there's no school till Monday.

I'm always happy on Thursday, because I'm thinking about how happy I'll be on

Friday. Yes, you know, children, the time will come when you'll look back and

wish you were at school again.

Not me. I'm not going to look back.

Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Hardcastle.

Edmund? Good day, Mr. French.

You know, Mr. Agemont, this thoroughbred that they have representing England in

the International Cup stands a jolly good chance of winning, don't you know?

What horse are you wagering on, Mr. French?

Oh, none, none. I'm afraid I haven't kept up with the sport of kings, you

Well, I don't know. A few bob on Crown and Pickle might be money well spent.

Crown and Pickle?

Yes.

Odd. Not for a horse, old boy. All manner of names.

No, I was referring to a rather odd coincidence.

You know, when I was a young man years ago in Upper Kent, I frequented a pub

called the Crown and Pickle. Then you should certainly bet on it.

Rather. You know, of course, you won't win very much.

Lady Marchwood's horse is the favorite, you know.

Lady Marchwood is the owner of Crown and Pickle?

Yes, old boy.

Of course.

Typical offer.

Rather confusing, Mr. French.

Are we to gather that you were once in Lady Marchwood's employ?

No, no, no, no.

You worked for Lord Marchwood then, no doubt?

No.

Do you know a ladyship?

Well, yes, I met her at the Crown and Pickle years before she was married.

She had a country estate nearby.

No, you see, the...

Well, the fact is that she lived above the pub with her family.

She was the barmaid there.

The barmaid.

My word.

And now she's one of our landed gentry.

Yes, and furthermore, gentlemen, Lady Marchwood and I used to keep company.

Good day, gentlemen.

Children.

French and Lady Marchwood?

Incredible.

Amazing.

Hi. Hi.

How are you guys today?

Me? No school tomorrow.

Are you glad there's no work until Monday?

Yep. I can have more time with you.

Ah, good evening, Tim. Hey, did you send my sport coat to the cleaners? Oh, I'm

sorry, sir, but it completely slipped my mind.

That's because he's thinking about England.

And Upper Kent.

I'll get your jacket immediately, Sam.

Well, that's okay.

Upper Kent, huh? You're going to make a little trip there?

Oh, not at all, sir. It's just something I heard this afternoon.

Lady Marchwood has a horse named Crown and Pickle, which is entered in the

International Cup.

Your friend Morty, huh?

Yes, sir. Well, it's been about a year since we saw her.

A year and two weeks.

Don't you be coming over here?

Well, I'm not sure, sir. The only information I could find out was that

horse was entered in the race.

So I guess she'll be getting in touch with us, don't you think?

That's the news from the nation's capital.

And now we move along to the sports scene.

I wish the news would hurry up so we could watch something more important

cartoons or something.

Here's Lady Marchwood, owner of Crown and Pickle. Welcome to America.

Thank you.

I would like to say hello to my American friends.

Hey, French!

Uncle Bill, doesn't Mr. French know Lady Marchwood?

Sure he does.

She sounds just like Mr. French.

Yes, sir.

Isn't that your friend, Mr. French?

She sure is pretty.

Whom do you think is the horse to beat tomorrow?

Now, that's hard to say. The competition is rather stiff, you know. What are

your plans if you win?

Well, we'll be leaving for Australia Sunday to race in the Farlap Memorial

Handicap.

I'll get it, Mr. French.

Thank you.

Then we won't be seeing Crown and Pickle in this country again?

Not this season.

Perhaps next.

Hello. You must be Jody. You can't be here. You're on time. Oh,

that must be this morning's interview.

I was on tape, but I'm here in person now.

But, Jody... Well,

good luck tomorrow, Lady Marchwood. Thank you so much.

Oh, may I add a personal sentiment?

Regardless of who wins, I think the International Cup is a splendid race and

should bring us all closer together.

Well put, Morty.

Thank you, Giles.

Huh? Lady Marchwood.

Well, this is a surprise.

It was meant to be.

We were wondering if we were going to see you this trip.

Well, we did touch upon the subject, yes. You don't think I come to the

States without popping by.

This is my sister, Buffy. Oh, so nice to meet you, Buffy.

Glad to meet you, too, Mrs.

Lady Marchwood, ma 'am.

Mrs. Lady Marchwood, ma 'am. You know, Buffy, that's the longest title I've

had. They're not quite up in their titles yet.

Let's go get Sissy.

She never met a lady before that was a real lady. Oh.

Well, come on, let's sit down. How about a little sherry, French?

Yes, Lady Marchwood. Lady Marchwood? Come off it, Giles. It's Maudie.

Come and sit down next to me.

I'll get the sherry.

Come on, Pat.

Now, let me look at you.

Oh, Giles.

You know, you haven't changed that much.

Nor you, Morty.

You've never grown older, just lovelier.

There you go, Morty.

You want to stay for dinner with us?

I'd love that, Bill. Thank you, sir.

To you.

Bill?

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd better see to dinner. I'm planning on poached

halibut with dill saucer. Lovely.

Poached halibut?

Oh, my, whatever happened to the fish and chips?

We've come a long way since the crown and pickle days, Morty.

I don't know.

It wouldn't take much to unpoach the halibut and put up the fish and chips.

Sounds good to me.

If you wish, sir. Fine.

Well, come along, Giles. Let's go and ot up the oil. Oh, blimey. Morty, you're a

guest. And absolutely smashing at fish and chips.

This way. Excuse me.

Here's Sissy, Lady Marchwood. She had to change her clothes.

She wouldn't have been out sooner, but one of those goofy killers got stuck in

her head.

Jody!

I'm so excited to meet you, Lady Marchwood. It's my pleasure. I've been

forward to it.

Oh, my, aren't you pretty?

Why, thank you.

I may be going to England this summer on a student tour.

Oh, well, now I have dozens of friends on the continent with very attractive

young sons you might like to meet. Oh, would I?

Well, shall we carry on, ducks?

Good.

Is she going to the kitchen?

Yeah, she's going to help him fry up some fish and chips.

A lady of the realm is cooking for us peasants?

Establishment sure has changed.

It's the first time Crown and Pickle ever rode in an airplane?

Yeah. And you can imagine the difficulty. A high -spirited horse and

go. I'd sure hate to sit next to him.

We just came in to say goodnight.

And to thank Lady Marchwood for being so nice as to invite us to the race with

tomorrow.

Did I recite that okay, Mr. French?

You let up a bit, Jody.

If Crown and Pickle wins, can we give them an apple?

No, you have to ask the trainer about that. He supervises the food, see.

Then Mr. French must be our trainer.

Oh, that's my cue to get them off to bed.

Excuse me. Good night.

Good night. Good night, kids.

Good night, Uncle Bill.

Well, if you'll excuse us, sir, Lady Marchwood and I should be off.

We're stopping by the Ruddy Pheasants.

Yes,

Giles tells me it's a bit of merry old England in the midst of Manhattan.

Bill. Thank you for inviting me.

It's our pleasure.

We don't entertain ladies very often. And I'm glad you didn't tonight.

It was fun being Maudie Wiggins again.

Good night, Bill. Good night.

How are we, Maudie?

Nothing like a pint of bitter and a game of darts to round off the evening, Mr.

Edgemore. Quite.

I say there.

Oh, no.

Mr. French seems to be rounding off the evening quite well.

Rather a fetching sort.

What do you say we saunter over and see whose service she's in, eh?

Ah,

Mr. French.

We missed you at the poetry reading.

Um, may I introduce you to two friends of mine? It's Mr.

Hardcastle and Mr. Edgman.

Gentlemen, Lady Marchwood.

Lady Marchwood, this is indeed a pleasure.

A great honor. Sorry, milady, we didn't want to intrude.

But you're not intruding in the slightest.

Any friend of Giles is a friend of mine.

Won't you join us?

Thank you, your ladyship.

You're most gracious, milady.

Please, come off the milady.

It's Maudie Wiggins.

Thank you. Oh, two more, please.

This is such a friendly little pub, Doctor.

It reminds me of the Crown and Pickle.

Speaking of the Crown and Pickle, Miss Wiggins.

Does he have a chance?

Does he have a chance?

Listen, Mr. Ardcastle. Does Giles here have a beard?

We have been contemplating risking a few, Bob.

Well, I wouldn't bet the gold in your teeth.

But a small wager might bring a nice little profit. Mind you, I said might.

And duck's ear is my luck.

Oh, come now, Morty.

To the crown and pickle.

To victory.

To luck.

To Maudie, loveliest lady of them all.

And it was the jolliest of evenings, sir.

I'd like to hear Lady Marshwood singing.

That must be something.

The way she fits in with my friends, sir, you know, is most gratifying.

Not what you want to talk about, though, is it?

No, sir, it wasn't.

You know, it was just being with her again.

Like old times, huh?

She took my hand and said I was her luck.

The way she looked at me, all I could really believe, I was.

It's not like she was kind of leaving the door open there.

Yes, precisely, sir. That's what puzzles me so much.

Well, sir, you know, in England last year, in the ancestral surroundings of

Marshwood Hall, I could under no circumstances visualize myself as being

to Lady Marshwood.

Last night, kitchen, and at the pub, she was maudy, the maudy I knew,

and I could have married her on the spot.

Sir, you see, before you, a person of, well, two very firm opposite opinions.

Yeah. Well, you're not leaning a little more to one than the other?

Well, I must confess that Morty has a slight advantage over Lady Marshwood,

well, I made my decision last year to forego marriage, and I shall stand by

decision. Why?

Well, sir, the logic was irrefutable.

I gave it much thought at the time.

Yeah, but this is now, and there's no law that says you can't change your

You could give it a second thought.

Well, you're right, sir. There isn't, is there?

Yes, you are, sir. You're very right. Thank you very much. You've helped me a

great deal.

Good night, sir.

Quite all right. Good night.

Oh, these are wonderful seats, Morty, right by the finish line.

Somehow, I wish we were in the infield.

Remember Epsom Downs 20 years ago?

Oh, yes, that picnic lunch.

You know, we never did find out whether our horse won or lost.

We didn't bet ducks.

We were far too occupied with each other.

So we were.

Sorry we're late. It was a long line. No, thanks, Bill. I'm too nervous to

I'm not.

Quick, look. They're in the starting gate. Oh, here.

Thank you. Thank you, Buffy.

Right in front, it's Abdullah's baby.

Singer K, second.

Baccarat, third.

Bush fourth, and Crown and Pickle is fifth.

Come on, Crown and Pickle!

Come on, Crown and Pickle!

I can't see all the people.

Get up on the seat, Buffy.

It's Azalea Bush in front, Abdul as baby by a length, Senior K by a half.

It's Abdullah's baby and Baccarat headed...

I want you beside me with my good luck, remember?

What about the children?

We'll take care of the kids. We'll take them where they can. Come on, come on.

Congratulations,

Lady Marshall.

A splendid race.

Thank you, Mr. Van Buren. Well worth the trip.

Oh, Giles, this is Mr. Van Buren, the president of the Racing Association.

Mr. Van Buren, Mr. French.

Pleasure, Mr. French.

Didn't we have... Juleps with the governor at the Kentucky Derby last

No, I'm afraid you must have me confused with someone else, sir.

Possibly.

Well, come, ducks, we must hurry to the winner's circle.

See you at the ball tonight, gentlemen.

Oh, have a good time.

Oh, oh, Mr. Davis. Yeah.

I've given the matter careful reconsideration, sir, and I decided to

advice.

And in fact, I'm going to ask Maude to marry me this evening, sir.

Oh, grand. We'll miss you around here, but I'm sure you made the right

I can't tell you how much I'm going to miss all of you, sir.

I've got a flower for you, Mr. French. I just picked it off the terrace.

Well, that's very sweet of you, Buffy.

You don't have a buttonhole, Mr. French.

No, but I shall pin it on, Jody.

Hmm,

that's an unusual aroma for a carnation.

I sprinkled some of my best perfume on it.

To be sure.

You look beautiful, Mr. French.

Thank you, Buffy. Have a fun time, Mr. French.

Mr. French sure is happy going out with Lady Marshwood. He must be. He even

hugged us.

Yeah, he's happy. I got something to tell you now. He's not going to be here

with us too long.

How come?

Because tonight he's going to ask Lady Marshwood to marry him, see?

Oh, no, and move back to England with her?

Mm -hmm, afraid so.

And we'll never see him again?

Oh, you'll see him from time to time.

Not always, like now?

Not always.

From time to time isn't bad, Buffy.

Yeah, but it's not like always.

Yeah.

Ta -da!

Good Lord, we didn't expect to see you here this evening. What with the ball

all. The ball was exciting, but I look forward to relaxing right here in the

pub. You know, Morty insisted on coming right here.

Look at the trophy.

Doesn't seem fair, does it? The horse does all the work, and I get all the

and silver.

Imagine having to polish that every day.

To crown and pickle.

And the lovely Lady Marchwood, rather. Thank you.

It was a good show.

There wasn't one of us in the pub didn't have a bob or two on him.

Splendid.

Duck. Do you mind if we sit down?

I'm dying to kick my shoes off.

There's an empty table in the corner there.

Excuse me. Good.

Come and pick us up. Here, here.

Oh,

two minutes, please.

Yeah.

Oh, it's been a smashing day.

You know, I'm glad we're alone for the moment.

Oh, it's my sentiments precisely.

It's been like old times being with you.

Talking about all the fun we used to have.

You know, it's so pleasant for both of us.

Morty, dear.

Something rather personal I'd like to talk to you about.

Excuse me, Dux.

Ladies first.

Child.

There's something I must tell you.

Because you're my oldest and my dearest friend, I wanted you to be the first to

know.

You sound so serious.

It is rather serious, Giles.

I'm going to be married.

Yes, to Charles, Lord Whiston.

He's flying to Australia to meet me.

Isn't it wonderful?

Wonderful, dear. Wonderful for you.

Lord Weston.

I've heard of him.

How nice for you.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

Now, what was it you were going to tell me?

Oh, you know, it's a strange coincidence, but I was just going to

you should be married.

You see, you're far too lovely a woman to be alone.

I'm so glad you found somebody so right for you.

All the best, Morty.

From the bottom of my heart.

Thank you, child.

Well, I know that someday you'll find someone.

Just as I have.

Someday, perhaps.

Well, as they say in racing circles, sir, I was left at the post.

Yeah.

Marty's loss is our gain.

We do seem destined to remain bachelors, eh, don't we?

We couldn't sleep, Mr. French. It's so exciting. You're getting married.

When's the wedding going to be? Can we come?

I am not getting married. There will be no wedding, and children of your age

should not be up at this hour.

What happened?

Well, he's going to stay. He likes it here.

Now, come on. Off to bed immediately.

Hooray! her friend. She's our nanny again.

Hooray! Hooray!

It's been very good of you to watch, and we do hope to see you again next week

on Family Affair.