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GEORGINA: Blast and botheration, the servants must all be in bed.

Hold on, I'll put the light on.

MAN: Oh, no, don't put the light on.

Why don't we play murder?

Well, it's much more fun than a scavenger hunt.

Ethel, you are my victim.

ETHEL: Oh, Peter, no.

PETER: Yes.

DOLLY: Oh, no, come along you two, no canoodling.

We've done so well, we might as well finish it off.

Darro, Robert, bring the loot in here.

MAN: Here's the loot. Who has the list?

DOLLY: I have.

Now put it all down on the carpet.

Where's the helmet?

ROBERT: Oh, I've got it.

DOLLY: Oh, dear Robert, so proud of his contribution,

he can't bear to put it down.

Well, he was rather clever.

I say, officer, I think there's a kitten trapped up that tree.

ROBERT: I do feel a bit guilty.

I mean, suppose that poor devil

of a constable is still up that tree.

DARRO: I should think when you picked up the helmet

and we all ran like hell he began to get

a glimmering of the truth.

DOLLY: Now, war-time ration card,

program for the wembley Exhibition,

blue bottle.

GEORGINA: Oh, that butcher's shop.

I shall never eat meat again.

DOLLY: Tram ticket courtesy of Ethel.

DARRO: Such a lucky thing that Ethel travels by tram.

ETHEL: Oh, well, I don't often, you know.

I just happened to have...

DOLLY: Have a tram ticket in your handbag. Parlor maids cap.

Now, that's the last one, that, Georgina,

you promised faithfully.

GEORGINA: Yes, I know, Dolly,

but now all the servants are in bed.

ROBERT: Well, you can hardly ring for the butler

and say bring me a parlour maids cap.

Why ever not? That's exactly what butlers are for.

DOLLY: Anyway, it is much more amusing to do it ourselves.

Now, where do the maids live?

Up in the attic?

Yes, oh, no, no, the parlour maid

is married to the chauffeur, so they live in the Mews.

ROBERT: Well, do you suppose she may have left one

lying about the kitchen or something?

DOLLY: Let's go down to the kitchen and find out.

Come on, everybody.

Where do we go?

GEORGINA: Here.

I'll see if I can find a light.

DARRO: Rather odd of the servants

to go to bed, isn't it?

The rest of the family are all away,

and I said I wouldn't be back tonight.

Oh.

GEORGINA: There doesn't seem to be

a light at the top of the stairs.

DOLLY: Hmm, they're probably indulging

in nameless orgies down in the nether regions.

Shall we go and join them?

ROBERT: Georgina, do be careful. Mind the step.

GEORGINA: It's all right.

ETHEL: Oh, we're not going down there.

Kitchens are always full of black beetles.

Well, I'll hold you tight and then they won't bite you.

[Ethel laughing]

Cook's cup of tea.

Come on, everybody, search, search.

PETER: ? Skivvies keep their caps, baby ?

I've found some aprons, hey!

Must be getting warmer.

ETHEL: They're not aprons, they're tea towels.

How clever of you to know.

Well, they haven't got any strings.

PETER: What's in here?

[Clanging]

ROBERT: Oh!

Robert, it's not going

to be in there, put them back at once.

ROBERT: Oh, no, I'm sorry.

[Crashing]

[Women laughing]

ETHEL: Found one! We've found one!

PETER: ? Pom diddly pom pom ?

PETER IN FALSETTO: Anyone care for a cup of tea?

Oh, Peter, you are a scream.

Isn't he a scream?

HUDSON: What's going on in here?

GEORGINA: Oh, Hudson.

HUDSON: Miss Georgina.

GEORGINA: We um -- well, it's -- it's a scavenger hunt, you see.

We're looking for something...

Which we've just found.

We will now go upstairs and celebrate our victory

with music, dancing, and champagne.

I don't suppose your butler could find us

a bottle of champagne?

DARRO: Yes.

Could you bring us

a bottle of champagne please, Hudson?

Certainly, Miss Georgina.

DARRO: I would suggest two bottles.

DOLLY: Yes, two bottles, because it's a flaming victory.

Two bottles please, Hudson.

HUDSON: Yes, Miss Georgina.

ROBERT: So sorry to have got you out of bed.

That's quite all right, my lord.

Thank you.

[Jazz music playing]

[Music stops]

GEORGINA: Where's my glass? Thank you, Hudson.

Don't bother to wait up, we'll open the other bottle ourselves.

It's quite all right, Miss Georgina.

Hudson, please go to bed.

Miss.

My lord.

Robert, you have the most sickening habit

of standing around looking disapproving.

For goodness sake, make yourself useful,

put another record on or something.

Yes, of course.

What would you like?

Oh, dear, this party's suddenly become the most awful bore.

[Whispering]

Perhaps you're right.

I am going to the Aunt.

As long as you're not going to see Uncle.

Uncle who?

You know, Uncle,

Where father pawns his Sunday trousers.

Where on Earth did Peter dig you up, hmm?

Selfridges bargain basement I suppose.

[Music begins again]

ROBERT: I say, Miss Kent, would you care to dance?

ETHEL: My Lord Stockbridge.

Thanks ever so.

Do you know who Robert reminds me of?

Little Lord Fauntleroy -- all lace collars, democracy,

being polite to butlers and dancing with shop girls.

No, I bet he calls his mother "dearest."

I'm sure he does.

ROBERT: "Following You Around" is a fox-trot.

GEORGINA: No, we had that one. What's on the other side?

Oh, a lovely party.

Come on, everybody, let us collect our treasures,

jump into our chariots and drive down into Sussex.

No, Dolly, let's dance some more first.

DARRO: No, I guess we should be setting off for Adele's house,

if we're going to arrive before everybody else leaves.

DOLLY: Then we can have breakfast

and declare ourselves the winners!

Come along, Peter, you can come in my car with Miss Surrey.

Kent.

Oh, you're just like Clara Bow.

Isn't it clever of Peter to have found you?

Look, we can all go in my car and Darro can drive.

We drive with such panache, Americans have such panache

in everything they do, don't they?

And I do mean everything.

GEORGINA: Dolly, wait for me.

ROBERT: Oh, I'll bring Georgina in my car.

DOLLY: Very well, but don't be long

or we shall be too late for the prize.

- ETHEL: Oh, what is the prize? - DARRO: The prize is

that you'll never have to go on another scavenger hunt

as long as you live.

ETHEL: Oh!

ROBERT: Rude.

Darro, I rather like him.

Where's my coat?

ROBERT: Oh, it's here.

I -- I wouldn't see too much of him, if I were you.

You know why Dolly went out of the room earlier.

GEORGINA: well?

Well, she went to have a sniff.

GEORGINA: what?

Well, you know, drugs, cocaine.

What rubbish.

Well, didn't you notice

how different she was when she came back?

Dolly always has moods.

And I think it's very bad form

to criticize people you're going around with.

Can't think why you come

if you disapprove of everything we do.

Georgina, that's not fair.

I don't mind a bit of fun,

but when it comes to ruining your life.

Morton asked me to take drugs once and I wouldn't --

Well, he might have known you wouldn't, you're so stuffy.

May I have my coat, please?

ROBERT: You haven't tried it, have you?

GEORGINA: No, but I expect I shall.

One ought to try everything.

ROBERT: Not drugs...

Promise me that you won't.

Promise you? Why should I promise you?

I don't even know you except that you're an old schoolfriend

of Peter's that's always hanging around and being a bore.

Oh, come on, we'd better go to Adele's, if we're going.

Disaster, disaster, my car has a puncture.

ROBERT: Can I come and change the wheel?

DARRO: Unfortunately, Dolly had a puncture this morning, too,

so she has no spare wheel.

ROBERT I Oh, Lord.

Well, my car's only a two seater so it'll never take us all.

No, but Darro has had a brilliant idea.

Did Lord Bellamy take his car?

No, they went down to wiltshire by train.

How gorgeous, then we can borrow it.

Georgina can hardly take Lord Bellamy's car

Without his permission.

Robert, it is none of your business what I do.

You don't have to do anything daring like coming with us.

Bye bye.

Come on, everyone.

[Loud knocking and shouting]

DAISY: Eddie!

EDWARD: what?

Who's that, who is it?

GEORGINA: It's me, Edward, Miss Georgina.

DAISY: Who? Who is it?

EDWARD: Miss Georgina, and she's got others with her.

Quick, Daisy, in the kitchen.

DOLLY: Come along, Edward.

EDWARD: Just one moment, Miss Georgina.

DOLLY: Don't put your trousers on.

Who is it?

EDWARD: Yes, just coming, Miss Georgina.

GEORGINA: Oh, Edward, Lady Dolly's car has had

a puncture so we'll have to take ours.

EDWARD: Uh, yes, miss. Well, I'll just get dressed.

GEORGINA: Oh, no, no, no, don't bother.

We'll drive it ourselves.

If you'd just give us the garage keys.

EDWARD: Well, excuse me, Miss Georgina,

but I don't think his lordship would like me --

anyone but me to drive the car.

GEORGINA: Oh, well, um...

DARRO: Then there wouldn't be room for all of us.

GEORGINA: I suppose I could go in Robert's car.

Oh, but it would still mean an awful crush.

I absolutely refuse to sit with

Peter and his shopgirl in the back seat.

DARRO: Georgina, I don't want to be a Mr. Butt-in-sky,

but does this car belong to your Uncle?

GEORGINA: Oh, guardian, yes, of course it does.

Then what are we all standing around here for?

Would you please fetch the key to the garage?

EDWARD: Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Miss Georgina.

But his lordship's very particular

about who drives the car.

He doesn't like her ladyship driving

Without me sitting beside her.

I don't think he'd like a stranger to drive it, really.

GEORGINA: Don't fuss, Edward, I'll drive it myself.

EDWARD: You, Miss Georgina?

GEORGINA: Yes, I promise faithfully that

your sacred car will be touched by no one but myself.

That's all right, isn't it?

EDWARD: Well, yes, I suppose so.

Well, I'll just get the car out of the garage.

DARRO: Don't worry, we'll see to that.

You go back to bed.

Come along, Dolly, your chariot awaits you.

DOLLY: You're sweet. Isn't he, Darro?

- DARRO: Yeah, very sweet. - GEORGINA: Good night, Edward.

EDWARD: Good night, Miss.

GEORGINA: Oh! DARRO: Are you okay?

GEORGINA: Oh, absolutely wonderful.

Let's get the car.

Eddie, you shouldn't have let them take it.

Well, what else could I do, Daisy?

[Group singing]

[Group singing]

ROBERT: Georgina?

DARRO: Shouldn't we go fetch an ambulance or something?

ROBERT: He called one from the police station.

You know if the man is...

DARRO: Just unconscious, I believe.

We thought we'd better not move him.

ROBERT: No.

Oh, tiresome man.

Why couldn't he look Where he was going?

Don't let's hang around longer than we have to.

No, darling, I quite agree.

Whole thing's too grisly for words.

Whose car is this?

It's Lord Bellamy's car.

I borrowed it.

I see.

Does his lordship know you borrowed it?

No.

ETHEL: Oh!

Has something happened?

I'm afraid we were asleep.

RICHARD: Miss Georgina home yet?

HUDSON: Yes, my lord.

Lord Stockbridge drove her home this morning.

She went straight to bed.

VIRGINIA: She wasn't hurt?

HUDSON: Oh, no, my lady, only shaken.

RICHARD: Where's the car?

HUDSON: In Sussex, my lord.

I understand that the police wanted it

to remain there for the time being.

RICHARD: Why wasn't Edward driving?

Send him to me in the morning room, at once!

Yes, my lord.

I'll go and take my hat off and look in on Georgina,

see if she's asleep.

Oh, Ruby, have you seen my cap?

RUBY: Your cap, Daisy?

DAISY: Hmm, I left it on my work basket.

RUBY: Oh, Mr. Hudson said ladies and gentlemen

took it last night.

DAISY: They what?

Well, my other one's dirty.

How am I going to serve tea?

Edward, his lordship wants to see you in the morning room.

Here we go.

RICHARD: Come in.

Have you any explanation for what happened last night?

EDWARD: Er, no, my lord.

Well, I understand Miss Georgina was driving the car.

That is exactly what I am asking.

Why was Miss Georgina driving the car?

Why were you not driving it?

EDWARD: Oh, well, my lord, Miss Georgina and her friends

came along to the Mews and asked me for the car.

RICHARD: They came to the Mews? Did you not answer the bell?

EDWARD: I don't think they rang the bell, my lord.

It was 3:00 in the morning. Daisy and I were...

It makes not the slightest difference

what time it was -- you are the chauffeur

and driving that car's the main part of your duties.

I'm very disappointed in you, Edward.

That car was left in your care

and you have betrayed your trust.

I'm afraid I shall have to consult with Major Bellamy

and consider very seriously your position in this household

and whether we wish to retain your services.

Have you anything more to say?

Georgina, surely you should be in bed.

I was going to suggest we sent for the doctor.

Oh, no, no, I-- I really don't need a doctor.

I couldn't sleep anyway.

I'm dying for tea.

Do you think that we could have tea early today?

This is not the time to think about tea.

We'll have it when Geoffrey Dillon arrives.

All right, Edward, I'll see you later.

EDWARD: Yes, my lord.

DAISY: Is it the fruit cake for upstairs, Mrs. Bridges?

No, Daisy, the cherry.

DAISY: Oh.

MRS. BRIDGES: Miss Georgina's favourite.

Perhaps it will cheer her up a bit.

DAISY: I think she's still in bed.

Eddie, is Miss Georgina down yet?

EDWARD: Yes.

DAISY: Oh, good.

MRS. BRIDGES: How does she seem, Edward?

EDWARD: All right.

Oh, Sir Geoffrey Dillon will be here shortly.

Oh, now, what a lucky thing I made them scones.

Particular favourite of his.

Ruby, have you lighted that oven?

Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

Sir Geoffrey coming about the accident, is he?

Yeah, I suppose so.

So long as they don't blame you, eh.

I get the blame for everything in this house!

Didn't you know that?

Come along, Ruby.

Open up that oven.

That's right.

HUDSON: Sir Geoffrey Dillon, my lady.

RICHARD: Hello, Geoffrey, do come in.

GEOFFREY: Richard. Lady Bellamy.

VIRGINIA: Good afternoon, Sir Geoffrey.

We'll have tea at once, thank you, Hudson.

HUDSON: Yes, my lady.

GEOFFREY: Good afternoon, Miss Worsley.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

The man?

He died two hours ago.

Oh, no.

GEOFFREY: There'll be an inquest, of course.

I won't have to go, will I?

I'm afraid you will.

RICHARD: Geoffrey, do sit down.

GEOFFREY: Thank you.

I gather you went to the police station after the accident

and that you all made statements.

GEORGINA: Yes, I think so.

GEOFFREY: What exactly did you say?

I'm not sure.

Georgina, you must know what you told them.

I -- I imagine she was in a state of shock.

Now, you were driving the car?

GEORGINA: Yes.

RICHARD: I didn't know you could drive.

Well, I'd watched Edward and I --

I'd driven friends' cars once or twice.

Well, Darro was sitting beside me.

Mr. Darro Morton?

GEORGINA: Yes.

Oh, he's an American friend of Dolly Hale's.

Clearly his evidence will be absolutely vital.

Well, he -- he said just afterwards

that there was nothing more I could've done.

Did he make a statement to that effect to the police?

I don't know.

Now, what exactly did happen?

Well, I'm not absolutely certain.

Georgina...

My dear, you were driving the car when this man

got knocked over.

You must have some idea of what happened.

We'd had quite a lot of champagne.

We'd been up all night rushing about on this scavenger hunt.

We were just going along a country road, not very fast,

laughing and joking, and then suddenly this man

appeared on a bicycle right in front of the car.

If you want to know,

I really don't remember much more about it.

VIRGINIA: That's all right, thank you, Hudson.

HUDSON: Yes, my lady.

RICHARD: Where was Lady Dolly sitting?

GEORGINA: In front next to Darro.

But I'm sure she doesn't remember much about it.

She kept waving a policeman's helmet out of the window.

Georgina, this is not a laughing matter.

HUDSON: Daisy, I rely upon you not to repeat to anyone

anything which we may hear while we're waiting upstairs.

Is that understood?

DAISY: Yes, Mr. Hudson.

GEOFFREY: Thank you.

Oh, Robert Stockbridge was there.

What, in the car?

GEORGINA: No, he was driving along behind.

Oh, but he might have seen something.

I'm almost sure he did.

GEOFFREY: The Marquis of Stockbridge?

GEORGINA: Yes.

RICHARD: Geoffrey, you will represent us at the inquest?

GEOFFREY: Yes, certainly.

Surely a coroner's inquest

is quite informal, just to decide the cause of death?

Yes. These scones are really delicious, Lady Bellamy.

I believe I can't resist venturing on another.

DAISY: Eddie!

You coming to have some tea?

EDWARD: Oh, it's not time yet is it?

DAISY: Hmm, they're waiting on themselves upstairs,

so Mr. Hudson said we might as well have it prompt.

What are you doing?

Oh, not another winner that can't lose only it always does.

EDWARD: Situations Vacant.

DAISY: Oh, Eddie, his lordship didn't...

EDWARD: His lordship said he was thinking about it.

I might beat him to it.

May I speak to Lady Dolly Hale please?

Miss Worsley.

Oh, I see.

I did ring yesterday and I asked her to ring me back.

Well, do you know when she will be back?

Out of London.

Do you know Where I can reach her?

Yes, I see.

Well, thank you very much.

HUDSON: Oh, here we are.

Third class fare to East Grinstead.

Then you will take the bus to Little Parham, P-A-R-H-A-M,

and collect the motorcar at the police station.

EDWARD: Yes, Mr. Hudson.

HUDSON: Oh, here's a -- a shilling.

You can get yourself a piece of bread and cheese

and half a pint of light ale

at the public house before returning.

No more, mind.

EDWARD: No, Mr. Hudson.

HUDSON: Edward...

I've -- I've been meaning to speak to you for a day or two.

From what I hear it would appear that

you were entirely blameless in the matter of Miss Georgina

and her friends taking the motorcar.

EDWARD: Well, his lordship didn't seem to think so.

HUDSON: Ah, well, his lordship was naturally upset.

You know, Edward, being in service is not unlike

being in the army.

Our masters, like the officers, are not always right,

and sometimes blame us for things

which are not our fault.

But we are not expected to answer back

or to bear any grudges, because those are

the terms we accept when we enter service.

Maybe that's why I didn't like being in the army.

Well, a man's got his self-respect, Mr. Hudson.

I don't reckon he's anything Without that.

GEORGINA: Peter, I'm so glad to see you.

I've been trying to get in touch with Dolly Hale.

She seems to be away somewhere.

Yes, I -- I haven't seen her since the um...

Come and sit down. I'll get some cocktails.

Well, no, I can't stay, actually, I've just called by

to wish you luck at the inquest tomorrow.

Oh, but I'll see you there, won't I?

You and Ethel.

PETER: Well, no, they haven't called me.

Well, they've got my statement.

You see I -- well, we -- we didn't see anything.

But at least you could say that I wasn't driving very fast.

PETER: Well, I -- I really don't remember

much about it, actually.

I was rather squiffy at the time and --

Well, look here, Georgina, I'm awfully sorry,

but I'd really rather not give evidence,

I mean, unless I have to.

And Ethel's an awfully decent sort and all that,

but I mean, if it all came out

about who I was with that night.

Well, my father does get really rather ratty

about what he calls unsuitable girls.

And being on allowance does make it dashed awkward.

So I'd much rather he didn't know.

About Ethel?

Yes, I told the local Constabulary that we were

asleep in the back of the car and we didn't see anything,

and they seemed quite happy.

So I thought I wouldn't turn up tomorrow, don't you know.

Yes, I see.

Awfully sorry and all that.

Oh, no, I quite understand.

Jolly good.

MRS. BRIDGES: Is that Miss Georgina's breakfast tray?

DAISY: Hmm, she hasn't had nothing but a cup of coffee.

Still she was never much good

at getting up early in the morning.

HUDSON: Edward, you'd better bring the car round.

They'll want to be leaving almost at once.

MRS. BRIDGES: I don't know why they want to have it down there.

Why can't they have it up in London?

HUDSON: They always hold a coroner's inquest

in the vicinity of the fatality, Mrs. Bridges.

MRS. BRIDGES: I don't know why they want to hold it at all.

They know that he died in a motorcar accident.

But the jury still have to bring in a verdict to that effect.

RUBY: Do they have a jury, just like a murder trial?

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh, Ruby!

Put those plates in the sink before you break them.

Geoffrey Dillon is meeting us there.

I hope we shall have a few moments

to talk to him beforehand.

VIRGINIA: I don't know anything about the procedure, do you?

RICHARD: No, not really. I think it's quite informal.

Well, I -- I thought as I'm appearing in public

I'd better dress up a little.

Yes, but...

Darling, you look lovely.

The only thing is it's --

it's only going to be held in the village school room.

Do you think that that hat might be...

Well, it's the only black one I've got.

Well, look, I tell you what, what about that

gray one you have with the gray dress with the...

The one that James says makes me look like a governess?

Yes, all right, if you think so.

I'll go and change.

[Door closes]

I don't think she realizes what a serious situation she's in.

Oh, I'll keep my hat, I shall only be a moment.

HUDSON: Very good, sir.

HUDSON: Sir Geoffrey Dillon, My Lord.

Oh, Geoffrey, I thought we were meeting --

GEOFFREY: I wanted to have a word with you first.

Lady Bellamy.

I thought you ought to know that Lord Stockbridge

will not be giving evidence.

But he must.

Have you spoken to him?

GEOFFREY: No, I haven't spoken to Lord Stockbridge himself,

I gather he's down in the country.

But I have had a word with the Buckminster solicitor,

Sir Duncan Crane,

and he tells me the Duke is most anxious

that his son should not appear.

But, Geoffrey, you are representing us,

surely you could have asked for him to be called.

GEOFFREY: I could certainly, but I understand

the Duke has had a word with the Chief Constable

pointing out that Lord Stockbridge was not there

when the accident occurred,

that he was not involved in any way.

So that a summons for him to appear has not been served.

In the circumstances,

I felt it would be unwise for me to intervene.

I shouldn't worry too much.

It's only an inquest after all.

It'll attract a good deal less publicity without the unwelcome

notoriety of a Duke's eldest son giving evidence.

You do think the verdict will be accidental death?

Oh, I imagine so.

Not manslaughter?

If the verdict is not misadventure,

the police could bring a charge of manslaughter.

Well...

Are you coming in our car?

GEOFFREY: Ah, no, thank you, I have my own car.

I'll see you down there.

Why -- why on Earth...

My dear, I have lived long enough to recognize

a deal when I see it.

Or perhaps I should say when I smell it.

In this case a deal between two solicitors.

One might as well try to break an agreement

between a couple of horse dealers to...

VIRGINIA: To cheat a customer.

RICHARD: Right.

VIRGINIA: But surely there's something we can do.

Possibly, if we'd known earlier.

But it's too late now.

CORONER: You are

Mrs. Annie Elsie Smith?

And you live at Blackbush Cottages, Little Parham?

ANNIE: Yes.

CORONER: You have identified your husband

Alfred Henry Smith who lived at the same address?

[Annie crying]

CORONER: I don't want to upset you, Mrs. Smith.

But there are one or two questions I must ask you.

Would you like a little time to collect yourself?

ANNIE: No, sir, I'm sorry, sir.

CORONER: That's quite all right...

Your husband worked as a Cowman at Penfold Farm?

ANNIE: Yes, sir.

When did you last see him?

Well, he always did go off to Penfold, sir, every morning,

to fetch the cows in for milking.

So he'd set his alarm clock and he put it on a biscuit tin,

sir, because he was a very sound sleeper.

And he'd get up and he'd go downstairs

and get the fire going,

and he'd make himself a cup of tea

and he'd bring me one upstairs.

CORONER: Did he indeed?

ANNIE: So this particular morning.

CORONER: Last Tuesday?

ANNIE: Yes, sir.

Well, he brought me my cup of tea as usual and he said,

it's lamentable cold,

but I reckon it'll be a pretty day later.

And he says cheerio and he goes out

and I hears him go downstairs,

quietly, you know, so as not to wake the children.

Then we hears the latch of the kitchen door

close behind him and I never see him again.

CORONER: Thank you.

[Crowd murmuring]

I don't think we need trouble you any more.

Unless...

If I may ask one or two questions?

Mrs. Smith, you've said that your husband

was a sound sleeper.

Did he oversleep on that particular morning?

ANNIE: Not as you'd say oversleep, sir.

I heard the alarm go and I didn't hear him stirring.

So I says, "Alfie, did you hear the alarm, then?"

And he says, "Oh, damn," he said -- oh, I'm sorry, sir.

He says, "I must've slept through it."

And with that, up he gets.

So he did oversleep?

But only by a minute or two, sir, he weren't late for work.

He weren't never late for work,

not in all the days since we was married.

Mr. Penfold will bear me out on that.

CORONER: I really don't see Where this is leading.

GEOFFREY: I was merely trying to establish whether perhaps

Mr. Smith was conscious of being later than usual

and was endeavouring to hurry,

or perhaps not riding with quite his usual attention.

CORONER: Mrs. Smith, did your husband ride

a modern high speed bicycle?

ANNIE: No, sir. He had an old iron one.

It used to belong to my father,

but when he died. my husband took it on.

CORONER: It was an old bone shaker?

ANNIE: Yes, sir.

CORONER: Very well, Mrs. Smith, we needn't trouble you any more.

GEOFFREY: Excuse me.

CORONER: Yes, Mr. Dillon? Sir Geoffrey.

GEOFFREY: Mrs. Smith, the bone shaker bicycle was an old one?

ANNIE: Yes sir.

Quite an old friend, he used to say.

GEOFFREY: Do you know when your husband

last had the brakes attended to?

Oh, well, I don't know.

See he used to tinker with it himself now and then.

GEOFFREY: Did the bicycle in fact have any working brakes?

ANNIE: what?

Did the brakes work?

Oh, well, he -- he did used to say they weren't too good.

But they did all right for round here.

Yes, quite. Thank you.

[Crowd murmuring]

Thank you, Mrs. Smith.

We won't trouble you any more.

Perhaps, I should just add that the court deeply sympathizes

with you in the loss of a good and devoted husband.

ANNIE: Thank you, sir.

CORONER: Police Constable Burridge.

DOLLY: If only he'd heard the alarm in the first place

the whole thing would never even have happened.

BURRIDGE: I swear by Almighty God that the evidence

I shall give shall be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

CORONER: You are Samuel Burridge

and you live at Police House, Little Parham?

BURRIDGE: Yes, sir.

CORONER: Perhaps you would describe to us what you saw

when you arrived upon the scene of the accident.

BURRIDGE: I was informed that there had been an accident

on the Pennyfield Road.

I proceeded there at 6:00 AM on Tuesday the 24th of this month

and at the bottom of the hill

known as Carter's Rise I observed a stationary

Rolls Royce with a bicycle under its front wheels.

Six feet away Mr. Smith was lying face downward on the road.

CORONER: He was not dead?

BURRIDGE: No, sir, he was unconscious

and he had a cut on his head.

I had already telephoned for an ambulance,

which arrived and removed Mr. Smith to hospital.

I understand he died shortly afterwards.

CORONER: Yes...

ls there something you want to ask?

JUROR: We was wondering how the constable

learned of the accident.

There can't be a telephone near.

CORONER: I hardly think that's relevant.

The important thing is that there was no delay,

either in notifying you or in your summoning the ambulance.

BURRIDGE: No, sir.

CORONER: Now you say in your statement

that you'd already noticed this car.

Why was that?

It was driving through the village

at a high speed and there was a woman

leaning out of the window waving a helmet.

CORONER: A helmet?

BURRIDGE: Policeman's helmet.

CORONER: Did you recognize the person waving the helmet?

Not at first, sir, but later I discovered

it was that lady there, Lady Dorothy Hale.

They was all laughing and shouting.

I reckon they was drunk.

CORONER: And it was this car which shortly afterwards

was involved in the accident which killed Mr. Smith?

BURRIDGE: Yes, sir.

CORONER: Any more questions? Sir Geoffrey?

GEOFFREY: Thank you.

Constable, we've heard from Mrs. Smith that her husband

was bicycling to work at Penfolds Farm.

Now, he would have bicycled up Blackbush Lane

towards the highway, is that correct?

BURRIDGE: Yes, sir.

GEOFFREY: And then in order to reach the farm

he'd have had to travel right across the highway

and into Penfold Lane?

BURRIDGE: Yes, sir.

GEOFFREY: Was there much traffic on the road?

BURRIDGE: Hardly any at all, sir,

least of all not that time of the morning.

So that Mr. Smith would not have

been expecting a car to come along?

BURRIDGE: No, sir.

GEOFFREY: Now, anyone traveling in a car

would not be able to see the crossroads

from the other side of the hill known as Carter's Rise?

Not 'til they get to the top of the rise.

GEOFFREY: So we can imagine Mr. Smith on his old

bone shaker bicycle on which it's very difficult to stop,

to turn or to increase speed in an emergency,

riding right out onto the highway in the path of a car

which would have had no warning of his presence

until he emerged.

That is pure supposition, Sir Geoffrey.

But it is a supposition that it's very reasonable to make.

Now, you have said that you reckoned

the occupants of the car were drunk.

Did you have the impression that they were in high spirits?

BURRIDGE: Very high spirits.

Would you not agree that what you observed

could have been normal high spirits

of innocent people enjoying a country outing?

CORONER: Come, come, Sir Geoffrey,

I think the Constable is as capable as the rest of us

of judging whether or not a group of people are drunk.

HUDSON: Ah, making a pie for our dinner, Mrs. Bridges?

MRS. BRIDGES: Yes, Mr. Hudson. A nice rhubarb.

Well, I thought with nobody in for luncheon upstairs,

we might as well all have time to enjoy it.

DAISY: Well, I'm sure I shan't be able to eat a bite.

Has the inquest started yet, Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: Oh, yes, Mrs. Bridges. It started at 10:00.

It'll be almost finished by now.

I was just driving along.

I was just driving along.

Laughing and shouting?

Sir, I really must protest.

You were in high spirits?

Yes, well, we had been to a party.

CORONER: Quite so.

GEORGINA: But I wasn't driving very fast.

At what speed do you say you were traveling?

Well, I -- I'm not sure exactly, but not fast.

Then suddenly this man came out of a side turning,

right in front of the car.

I put the brakes on but...

I have nothing more to ask -- unless the jury...

We'd like to ask the young lady if she thinks

it's right that a decent working man going about his business

should be knocked down and killed by a lot of

titled people driving around the countryside

because they've got nothing better to do.

CORONER: I sympathize with the feeling behind that question,

but I'm afraid I cannot allow you to ask it.

[Crowd murmuring]

CORONER: That's all. You may sit down.

GEORGINA: Thank you.

CORONER: Mr. Darro Morton.

- He's not here, sir. - what?

CLERK: He's not here.

- was a summons sent to him? - Yes, sir.

Does anyone know the whereabouts of Mr. Morton?

Oh, yes, unfortunately he had to go back to America,

he was so sorry he couldn't be here.

CORONER: I see. Well, Lady Dorothy Hale.

- Hmm? - Lady Dorothy Hale.

DOLLY: Oh, yes, of course.

I'm only too pleased.

BURRIDGE: Take the book in your right hand.

Repeat the words on the card.

DOLLY: Oh, goodness, which is my right?

Oh...

I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give shall

be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Ooh, it's too thrilling.

I've always wanted to say that.

Your name is Lady Dorothy Beatrice Louisa Hale?

DOLLY: Yes.

CORONER: And you live at 28 Heyhill, Mayfair, London.

DOLLY: Absolutely right.

CORONER: Now, you were traveling in this car and you were...

Why were you waving a police helmet out of the window?

My dear man, it was a scavenger hunt.

CORONER: A...

DOLLY: Well, you know, surely you've been on one

at some time or another.

Well, anyway, you have to collect objects like a --

like a parlour maid's cap or a used railway ticket

to woking or a policeman's helmet

and you -- you take them somewhere, well, in this case

it was to the house of a friend of mine in Sussex, Lady Cairns.

Well, she's a charming woman, do you know her?

Well, anyway, the first people to arrive

with all the objects get a prize.

It is not the business of this court to comment on

an amusement which in another Walk of life

would be considered thieving and punished accordingly.

[Crowd murmuring]

In any event, you were traveling

in the front seat of this car.

So perhaps you will tell us how the accident occurred.

My dear man, I really don't know.

You must not call me...

You don't know?

Well, I know we were driving down a country road

and we came down this little hill

and then suddenly there was this --

this poor man on a bicycle right in front of the car.

Really it was too unfortunate.

That's all I can tell you.

Lady Dorothy, at what speed would you say

the car was traveling?

Oh, not very fast, I'm sure.

Because Georgina wasn't a terribly experienced driver

and she'd never driven that car before.

GEOFFREY: But you did see

Mr. Smith ride right out in front of the car?

Oh, yes, well, at least I -- I think so, but, well, you know

what with the champagne and one thing and another

I'm not really absolutely certain what happened.

But I mean, it was just nobody's fault,

it was one of those unfortunate things.

Is that all?

CORONER: Yes.

Thank you.

DOLLY: Not at all.

CORONER: That concludes the evidence.

Clearly Mr. Smith died as a result of a collision

with a car driven by Miss Georgina Worsley.

It is for you to decide...

BURRIDGE: A gentleman would like to see you.

May I ask what is happening?

Would you be good enough to excuse me for just one moment?

ROBERT: I want to give...

GEOFFREY: But this is absolutely out of the question.

Your father was most insistent. I promised him...

ROBERT: I'm sorry, I don't care what you promised.

I saw the accident.

CORONER: What? Who is that?

BURRIDGE: It's the gentleman who fetched me to the accident, sir.

CORONER: what? Oh.

The Marquis of Stockbridge. Oh.

[Crowd murmuring]

I would like to give evidence please.

CORONER: No, we've finished the hearing.

That's not necessary at all.

ROBERT: I'm sorry. I was driving behind the car.

I saw this accident.

If I thought your evidence was necessary

I would have called you.

Oh, very well, Lord Stookbridge.

BURRIDGE: Come over here please.

Take the book in your right hand,

repeat the words on the card.

ROBERT: I swear by Almighty God that the evidence

I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth.

CORONER: Please give your full name.

ROBERT: Robert Charles Algernon St. John Stockbridge.

CORONER: Perhaps you tell us what you know of this affair?

Yes.

I was driving behind Miss Worsley's car.

I reached the top of the hill and I saw her traveling down

the other side at about 30 miles an hour.

I know it was that speed because I'd just glanced

at my speedometer and I continued to travel

at the same distance behind her.

I then saw a man on a bicycle

come straight out in front of the car from a side turning.

There was nothing anyone could have done.

The verdict was accidental death.

Oh, Mr. Hudson what a relief.

DAISY: Well, fancy the paper getting it in so soon.

HUDSON: Oh, I imagine they had a journalist in court

and he telephoned the verdict through to London.

Is there something else, Mr. Hudson?

Coroner rebukes bright young people.

Minister's ward in fatal crash.

Is that Miss Georgina?

Oh, be quiet, Ruby.

What else does it say, Mr. Hudson?

Although the jury brought in a verdict of accidental death,

the foreman said they wished to add a rider to the effect

that the irresponsible behaviour of Miss Worsley and her friends

had been a contributory factor in this man's death.

And they wished to express deep sympathy

to his widow and fatherless children.

Oh, dear.

Poor Miss Georgina, how must she be feeling?

Georgina...

Virginia's taking a little nap.

Why don't you do the same?

Then I thought perhaps we might all go out.

GEORGINA: For a celebration?

RICHARD: No, just a quiet dinner to take your mind off it.

GEORGINA: I don't want to go out anywhere ever again.

Eddie, you never came in.

Tea's nearly ready. It's haddock.

Eddie, what are you doing?

I'm putting my things away and giving in my notice.

Eddie, whatever happened today?

Nothing happened to me today,

I was left outside looking after the car.

It's what happened last week, though.

DAISY: Oh, you mean his lordship didn't...

EDWARD: Yeah, I've always been second best in this house.

- DAISY: Not to me, you haven't. EDWARD: Yeah?

Well, there were times when Frederick

was here I began to wonder.

DAISY: Edward!

Well, anyway, that's not the point.

I mean when his lordship would talk to me about

giving me the sack after the years of service

I've given here and not giving me a chance

of defending myself, well, I've had enough.

I was just waiting 'til today was over, that's all.

What about me?

EDWARD: Oh, you can stop on here if you want.

DAISY: Oh, thanks very much.

Well, look, you can go back to your old room in the house,

and I'll go to me mum's 'til I find another place.

Eddie, look, I know he's hurt your feelings...

Yes, he has!

Well, you must do what you thinks right.

Thanks, Daisy.

[Bell rings]

Well, they want you over in the house.

Yeah, I suppose they're going out to dinner.

Well, get it over with now, I suppose.

Eddie, I've never seen you like this before.

Oh, it's been building up for a long time, Daisy,

and this time I mean it.

Oh, come in, Edward, shut the door.

EDWARD: Yes, my lord.

Miss Georgina has asked me to speak to you.

I was going to do so in any event.

I understand from Miss Georgina that you did everything

you could to prevent the car being taken

Without you on Tuesday night.

From what I hear you were placed in a very difficult position,

and I'm only sorry that when I spoke to you about it,

I didn't give you a chance to explain.

I know that Miss Georgina would be very upset

after all that has happened, if she felt that you had reason

to feel you were being ill used.

I'm sure you wouldn't want to distress her any more.

No, my lord.

So I hope you'll accept my apology, and hers.

Oh, his lordship apologized.

Well, it's all right then isn't it?

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, what do you mean you suppose so?

What more do you want?

Well, it's not like the old days, is it?

What do you mean?

Lady Marjorie would never have apologized.

Oh, come on, come and have some tea.

I don't like haddock.

DAISY: Oh, Eddie.

HUDSON: Lord Stockbridge, Miss Georgina.

GEORGINA: Robert.

ROBERT: I do hope you don't mind my coming.

GEORGINA: No, of course not.

ROBERT: I -- I really came to say how sorry I am

you had such a rotten time yesterday.

GEORGINA: Yes, well, it would have been much worse

if you hadn't been there.

ROBERT: Oh, no.

If I see that swine Morton again,

I'll break his neck.

He's hardly worth it, is he?

No. I suppose not.

Oh, I had a letter from Dolly this morning,

asking me to a party just as if nothing had happened.

I suppose as it's the only invitation

I've had I really ought to accept it.

Will you?

I'm sorry. None of my business.

No, of course I won't.

I never want to see her again.

Oh, please sit down...

Robert, you knew what they were like.

Why did you go around with them?

Oh, I -- I don't know.

It's so stupid being heir to a Dukedom.

Like making a profession out of being a dodo.

If my father had manufactured gas piping like Peter Demuth's

I might have felt it was much more worthwhile

learning the business.

As it is I --

well, I don't really know why I went round with them.

Perhaps because I had nothing better to do.

Is that what life is all about, doing stupid things

because we've nothing better to do?

ROBERT: Oh, no, of course not.

We'll find something better to do, I promise you.

I'm afraid your parents must have been

terribly upset about your coming to court yesterday.

Yes, they were of course.

But it couldn't be helped.

Oh, I know one is supposed to say that one's parents

are all rot and it doesn't really matter what they think,

but my mother and father have been so decent to me

it does seem rather caddish

to upset them if one doesn't really have to.

GEORGINA: But you still came.

ROBERT: Yes, of course.

You didn't really think I wouldn't.

I don't think I knew you very well before yesterday.

I wondered if you'd like to come out to lunch.

No, I don't think...

Oh, go on. We can brave it out together.

Shall we do it properly?

The Savoy Grill?

Yes, let's. I'll get my hat.

Georgina.

[crying]

Oh, that poor man on his bike.

And the children.

ROBERT: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Why -- why did you follow us, Robert?

ROBERT: I was worried about you.

GEORGINA: I'm glad you were.

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