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FPS 23,976

Huh? Oh.

Good morning, my lord. Clement weather.

Drafty.

Lovegrove begs me to inform your lordship that the phalaenopsis lueddemanniana

in the south conservatory is in full bloom.

- Eh? - An orchid.

Oh. Anything in the paper?

The suffragettes are again giving trouble, my lord.

One of them threw a brickbat through a window at number 10 last evening.

Oh. Well, go on. Were there any casualties?

An under footman sustained a broken nose.

No one of any consequence was hurt. The prime minister was dining out.

On. It's a pity.

Uh, what do you mean, no one of any consequence?

How do you know that the under footman wasn't just as good a fellow

as the prime minister?

My lord, I beg you to lower your voice.

If any of the other servants should hear you...

Now we've had this discussion before, crichton.

Today I intend to prove my point.

Oh, no, my lord!

Yes. Crichton, get my daughters out of bed immediately.

I beg your pardon.

Well, get their maids to get them out of bed.

Breakfast will be in 30 minutes

and I expect all three of them to be there.

Very good, my lord. I'll send rolleston in to dress you.

Liberty, equality, fraternity!

All for one and one for all, crichton.

That was the French, my lord.

Good morning, crichton.

Good morning, my lady. His lordship is waiting.

Thank you, crichton.

- Good morning, crichton. - Good morning, lady Catherine.

His lordship is waiting.

It'll do him good.

Good morning, crichton.

- His lordship is waiting, lady Agatha. - Oh, golly.

- Good morning, father. - Good morning.

Father, why have we been dragged out of bed at this unearthly hour?

Unearthly?

My dear girl, are you aware that millions of good people in the British isles

have already been hard at work for three hours and more?

People, yes, but not us.

And thousands of them have started their day on no more than a crust of bread

and a cup of water.

You seem very interested this morning, father, in the way other people live.

I am. And so ought you to be.

All of you.

Father, please, not at breakfast.

That maid of yours, Mary.

'What's her name? - Fisher.

Yes, Fisher.

What's her Christian name? Oh, I don't know.

And what's more, I'm sure she doesn't want me to.

Father, dear, you'll be asking us next to share our meals with our maids.

That's exactly what you are going to do.

Father! What can you mean?

Well, I mean this.

At 4:00 this afternoon, you will all be in the drawing room.

There we shall entertain the staff to tea.

The entire staff.

You will treat them all as your equals.

L, for one, refuse to have any part of it.

Have you forgotten, father, that George is coming to tea?

Mary, I order you to be present.

All I can say, father, is if my life has to be ruined,

I should have preferred to have done it myself.

Well, I can't be there.

Ernest woolley's taking me to London in his new motorcar.

- At 4:00, Catherine. - Father, how can we?

I said, 4:00.

But, father, I was...

Oh, they'll get used to the idea.

I sincerely hope not, my lord.

Oh, none of that now.

Surely you don't object to meeting me as man to man.

Haven't I always treated you as a human being?

Most certainly not, my lord.

Your treatment of me has always been as it should be.

Well, that's enough.

This afternoon at 4:00 you will be my equal.

I'll soon show you whether you're my equal or not.

- Almighty... - You do as you're told.

Very well, my lord.

The entire outdoor staff will also be present,

but I shall speak to them later.

Your order of entry will be posted on the notice board

outside my sitting room after luncheon.

That is all.

Now, have we any questions?

We aren't going to be asked to sit down, are we, mister crichton?

You most certainly are, Mabel.

And not, you will remember, on the edge of the chair.

You will all seat yourselves firmly in the center of it.

Oh, I shall die, I know I shall.

You will do no such thing, Eliza,

not at any rate until you have left the room.

It'll be a bit of a lark, I reckon.

We'll have a real good blowout.

All friends together, eh, crichton?

Did I hear you call me "crichton"?

Yes, sir.

In 10 to 15 years' time,

you might have reached a position in which you could

address me as mister crichton.

Never in any circumstances whatsoever would you be entitled to call me crichton.

There's a train at 12:30.

Pack your bags.

Right. About your duties.

And remember, no gossiping abovestairs.

I apologize for that boy's behavior, mister crichton.

You look pale, Mrs. Perkins.

Do you wonder?

- Small glass of port, perhaps? - Oh, thank you.

Oh, Ernest, isn't it exciting?

Better than your father's tea party, right?

On, if only we weren't just looking on.

What? Oh, now, steady on, old girl.

We want to vote!

Oh, no! They mustn't!

Catherine! Catherine!

How dare you!

Let me go!

Oa/

Mrs. Perkins.

Ah, Mrs. Perkins.

Delighted.

Mary, this is our dear Mrs. Perkins.

How do you do?

Pleased, I'm sure.

Brocklehurst, our valued Mrs. Perkins.

- Monsieur fleury. - Onh.

Forgive me.

Won't you sit down?

My dear fellow, I'm charmed to see you.

I'll bring you some tea.

Come along now. I want to hear all about your puddings.

Thank you very much.

Mister rolleston. Hmm?

Oh, treherne, come and look after mister rolleston.

And who is mister rolleston?

Father's valet.

How do you do, mister rolleston?

Yes, this is, uh,

an unexpected pleasure.

This sort of thing is utterly opposed to all my principles.

It's the same for all of us, brocky.

And please don't call me brocky. You know I detest it.

Brocky, dear, if you're going to marry Mary...

My engagement to Mary has yet to be announced.

Miss Fisher.

By jove!

I'm charmed to see you, miss Fisher.

Do come and sit down, won't you?

Now tell me, what do you do?

Uh, in the house, I mean?

- Ah, Mary, tea for two. - Mister lovegrove.

Ah, lovegrove.

How are all your family?

Ah! Same to you, my lord.

And how's your wife? Blooming?

Blooming?

First thing this morning.

- Opened out a fair treat she did. - Huh?

Bright purple with deep yellow spots, she is.

- Good lord! - 'Course she won't last.

No, she'll be dead by Monday.

That's the trouble with orchids, my lord. They won't last.

Orchids?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Come and have some tea.

Jane, Gladys, Rose.

Mary, take the girls a cup of tea.

- Father, I... - Mary.

- Tea, crichton? - No, no. Allow me, my lady.

This must be all most distasteful to you, crichton.

I'm ashamed to be seen speaking to you, my lady.

Now, now, crichton, none of that.

We're all on equal terms today, you know?

Now, is everyone here? All but the odds and ends, my lord.

I want everybody.

Very well, my lord.

Eliza!

Keep still, girl.

Oh, I'm so happy to see you...

- Eliza, my lord. - Eliza.

My daughter, Mary.

L... ahem. Now come along and meet the others.

I think I'll be all right here, thank you, my lord.

You must do as you're told, Eliza.

Come along, now. Mary, you're neglecting your guests.

Have you been to the opera lately?

Uh, uh...

Well, uh, what sort of weather have you been having in the kitchen?

For heaven's sake, woman, be articulate.

Forgive me, my lord. Lady Mary wishes to speak with you.

Eh? Oh, thank you, crichton.

Come, Eliza.

Oh, mister crichton. I think you're wonderful.

- You won't leave me, will you? - No, I won't leave you.

Have a crumpet. Enjoy yourself.

Oh, it's too much.

It didn't seem too much when you were entertaining Fisher.

Oh, I say, Mary, old girl, that's not fair.

At any rate, thank heavens mother hasn't arrived yet.

Your thanks are rather premature, George.

- What? - Henry!

My dear Emily. What has happened to your staff?

Your front door was opened to me by a stable boy.

Nice lad.

Uh, you're just in time to meet some of my friends.

Now, let me see. Oh, yes.

- You remember Thomas, Emily? - Charmed.

Monte Carlo, was it?

No, Fenway hall.

Oh, poor little Cynthia's coming out ball.

That was before I came to his lordship.

His lordship?

Of course, I was only the under footman then.

An under footman?

You see she'll never allow our engagement now.

On, this is frightful.

This is loam hall.

Oh, yes, sir. This is crichton speaking.

Who is it, crichton?

- It's mister woolley, my lady. - All right, crichton. I'll speak to him.

Very well, my lady.

Ernest? Well, where's Catherine?

Where?

Ernest, have you been drinking?

Father!

He says Catherine's been arrested.

Arrested?

Woolley? Now, what...

- What? - Your daughter has been arrested!

Great Scott!

Good heavens, I don't believe it!

Yes, yes, of course. Good-bye.

My daughter arrested as a suffragette!

That's what comes of all this darned equality!

Is this a madhouse, Henry? You hobnob with servants.

You introduce me to a footman.

Is it any wonder that your daughter lands in jail? George.

Come in.

My lord, I noticed you were still awake,

so I took the Liberty of bringing you a cup of hot chocolate.

Oh, thank you, crichton.

Very considerate of you.

Oh...

With respect, my lord,

I've been giving a great deal of thought to your lordship's predicament.

Oh?

Might I suggest that in six months' time,

this unfortunate occurrence will have been forgotten?

Well, what about it?

It'll be six months of misery.

If you are still here, my lord.

You mean, run away?

I had thought a breath of sea air, perhaps?

Oh, yes, the yacht. The steam yacht.

My dear crichton, you're a genius.

The mediterranean, eh?

Somewhat crowded at this time of the year, my lord.

On, all right. Well, the west indies?

A little further, perhaps?

- South seas? - A happy choice.

And might I suggest further, my lord,

that the two young gentlemen be asked to accompany you?

Young woolley, you mean, and that parson fellow?

Indeed, my lord.

What about brocklehurst?

Well, I hardly think that lady brocklehurst will allow...

No. No, no. She won't, will she?

Splendid.

Yes. Now about staff.

Damned incompetent last trip.

Now, if you would consider coming yourself this time...

Well, under the circumstances...

Thank you, crichton. Thank you.

- And crichton... - My lord?

Are you a good sailor?

I'm a firm believer in the triumph of mind over matter.

- What's the ship's head? - Due north, sir.

Steady on that course.

What!

Oh, I'm sorry, my lord!

Inclement weather, my lord.

A cup of tea?

No. Bring me a bowl.

A bowl of what, my lord?

- Just a bowl, a large bowl. - Very good.

And, crichton, you tell that idiotic skipper to stop rocking the boat

or I'll give him his notice.

Ah, crichton, you really are a paragon. Ice cold, of course.

I trust you will find it so, sir.

- Mmm, nectar. - Thank you, sir.

It'll be hotter tomorrow.

We're very near the equator, aren't we, crichton?

- Some 20 degrees north of it, my lord. - Oh?

Our present latitude coincides with that of the Hawaiian islands,

which lie some 400 miles to the eastward.

Oh. Thank you, crichton.

Isn't he wonderful, Ernest? He knows everything.

Except how to keep cool, eh, crichton?

Why not design yourself a tropical outfit, crichton?

Something with an open neck and short sleeves, eh?

And the tweeny, too.

A few beads and a grass skirt.

Be rather fetching, what?

Yes. Indeed, yes, sir. Very amusing.

Now, really, Ernest.

Do you find it amusing, crichton?

- No, my lady. - Then why did you say so?

Mister woolley is the second son of a peer.

A cooling drink, my lady.

Thank you.

Crichton?

What sort of a man are you?

A sort of a man?

Are you ambitious?

Ambitious for what?

To better yourself?

My lady! I am the son of a Butler and a lady's maid,

the happiest of all combinations.

To me, the most beautiful thing in the world

is the haughty aristocratic english home with everyone kept in his place.

- That's not how my father would have it. - Indeed he would not, my lady.

He would have equality for all.

But what good would that do?

Any satisfaction I might derive from being your equal

would be ruined by the footman being equal to me.

Yes, I see.

- It wouldn't work, would it? - In no circumstances, my lady.

In no circumstances whatever.

No.

- Well, thank you, crichton. - Thank you, my lady.

- Here, mister crichton. - Eliza? What are you doing here?

You know very well this deck is out of bounds.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Ain't the moonlight lovely? - Isn't, Eliza.

- Isn't. - Isn't.

Beads and a grass skirt.

Eh?

Have you ever been kissed, Eliza?

Kissed?

Oh, no, mister crichton, I haven't.

The first kiss is of Paramount importance.

Yes, mister crichton.

It should be the correct mixture of delicacy and passion.

Yes, mister crichton.

Designed neither to over-excite nor repel.

Yes, mister crichton.

Oh, mister crichton!

Mister spooner, order the passengers below.

See that all's secure on deck.

Aye, aye, sir.

His lordship's compliments, captain.

Yes, yes, I know.

But I can't.

This is a ship, not a blooming country mansion,

and in a storm it rocks about.

Quite so, sir.

If it'll cheer him up, you can tell him we're running before the wind

and 200 miles off course.

Very good, captain.

We shall, I take it, weather the storm?

There's no reason why we shouldn't, unless the engines blow up.

Like that, you mean.

Like that.

Captain's orders. All passengers to boat stations.

Come on, mister woolley. This way.

Don't panic. Get to a boat and don't gripe.

Hurry, my lady, hurry!

Come in!

Well, really, crichton, this is a fine time of night to be shipwrecked.

Hurry, my lord. There's a distinct list to port.

And where's rolleston?

I refuse to leave this ship without my shoes.

Oh! Oh, dear!

Abandon ship!

Take to the boats!

There's no need to panic, crichton. Don't panic.

Where's the tweeny?

Never mind her. Get in, quick!

Come on, hurry!

- Lower the boat. - Can't, sir.

Waiting for the captain's orders.

I own this ship. Do as you're told.

Eliza?

Come on, Eliza, wake up.

Quickly.

Oh, mister crichton!

Not now, Eliza, not now.

- Oh, mister crichton! - Never mind that now.

- Come on, quickly. - What happened?

Get to a boat station.

All away!

- Wait there, Eliza. - Yes, mister crichton!

The boats have all gone. We'll have to jump for it.

But I can't swim, mister crichton!

I'll look after you. Come on.

Jump!

Help, mister crichton!

Come on, Eliza. Keep your head up.

Come on.

There's a brilliant pull.

Keep going.

Hang on. Oh, hang on.

I've got you, Ernest. That's right. Now haul him aboard.

Haul him up, Ernest. Come on, we've got you.

- Steady. - Pull! Pull!

Pull! I've got one.

Well, crichton, what's going on?

What in heaven's name were you doing in the water?

I beg your pardon, my lord.

I was unexpectedly delayed.

In any case, you should be in the staff boat, not with us.

I'm very sorry, sir.

- Shall I withdraw, my lord? - Don't be an ass, crichton. Sit down.

All right, row away.

Ouch!

Has anyone got any nail scissors?

Oh! Come on. Go on.

- Any sign of anything, crichton? - No, sir.

We appear to be alone.

Well, where the blazes are the other boats?

I fear we drifted apart during the night, my lord.

If indeed we are not the sole survivors.

Well, it's a lovely afternoon, anyway.

Crichton, who is this person?

Her name is Eliza, my lady.

And what is her position in the household?

I'm the tweeny, your ladyship.

The what?

A between maid, my lady.

That is to say, she is not, strictly speaking, at the moment anything.

Are we to understand you two are keeping company?

Oh, my lady, a Butler don't keep company.

Indeed.

Let us say I have cast a favorable eye upon her.

- Land! - Eh, what?

- Look! - If you please, mister John, sir.

Is it land, crichton?

Undoubtedly, my lord.

Well, how long before we reach it?

We should be ashore before long.

Ashore?

But we can't go ashore like this.

How can we possibly meet the governor in our condition?

My hair's a sight.

Well, what are we to wear?

Are we to stay in government house without a maid between us?

If I might suggest, my lady, as a temporary expedient...

- What? - Oh, mister crichton, I couldn't.

Her manners, as you may have observed, are deplorable,

but she has a homely appearance and a heart of gold.

Possibly. But I'm afraid she will not do.

- Quite impossible. - Quite.

Well, what do you see?

Palm trees, my lord.

White sands and palm trees.

I'm afraid that's as far as it will go, my lord.

Where is everyone?

They must have seen us drifting in.

I say, how do we get out?

May I suggest, sir, that the gentlemen carry the ladies?

Huh?

Oh, yes, of course, that's a splendid idea.

Ernest? Well, don't rush it, old chap.

I say, it's beautifully warm.

Lovely spot for bathing, isn't it?

Right-o, Cathy, old girl, come to daddy!

Come on, then.

- There we go. - Come, Agatha.

- Crichton. - My lady.

I beg your pardon, my lady.

Coming for a paddle, sir?

- Is it stony? - No, I don't think so, sir.

Well, thank heaven for that.

Come, Eliza.

Oh, mister crichton, I can get out by meself.

Come along.

Now then, the first thing is to discover where we are.

- Crichton. - My lord!

Locate the nearest town or village,

find some transport and bring it back with you.

Very good, my lord.

May I mention the boat?

Eh? Yes, yes. I'll see to that.

Now then, you two bring her in and tie her up to something.

All right, sir.

Now then, crichton, get along with you.

Here, this one will do.

Have you got enough string?

There we are.

- Splendid. - Rather good.

Look out, you idiots!

The boat!

Girl!

Me, your ladyship?

Come here.

If you are going to be our maid, you may as well make yourself useful.

Are your hands clean?

Very well, you may curl my hair.

Well, I'll do my best, your ladyship.

Tied it to a turtle.

- Of all the darned... - Oh, I say, sir, don't go on about it.

Do you realize it may be hours before we're picked up?

Not hours, sir, surely.

We may even have to stay here all night.

All night!

My lord!

- Huh? - The boat!

Oh, we know about that. Uh, Ernest...

I tied it to a turtle.

Never mind about the boat.

Did you find the town?

- No, my lord. - Eh?

There is no town.

Well, don't be absurd, crichton.

We're on an island, an uninhabited island.

You mean, there's no one here at all?

There are birds, animals,

possibly reptiles, but that is all.

We are alone.

Well, what are we going to do? We can't just stay here.

It'll be dark soon.

John!

Crichton, what are...

Father, you are the head of the family.

You must give the orders.

Orders, my dear?

If we've got to stay here, something must be arranged

about food and sleeping accommodations.

Yes, yes, yes. All right.

Uh, now let's get into the shade, and then we must find some food.

There must be some berries or something.

Come on.

Go along, Eliza. Go along.

Are you quite sure there's nobody else on the island?

Quite sure, my lady.

How long do you think it'll be before we're rescued?

We were driven far off our course,

many miles from the regular shipping routes.

I see.

Thank you.

My lady.

Don't give up.

How dare you, crichton!

The darn thing won't catch.

Who told you about this, woolley?

I read it somewhere. It takes time, you know.

The sun will be down in another hour.

Phew! This is exhausting. Are you sure it can be done, old man?

Oh, yes, it's the friction that does it.

Well, that's what the book says.

I'd like to meet the author.

It'll be dark soon and we must have a fire.

- Do you suppose there are snakes? - Oh, don't.

Waste of time.

Will you allow me, please, gentlemen?

Would you mind clearing the sun, please, sir?

Dry grass, Eliza.

Your spectacles, my lord.

There you are. I told you. Simple.

Yes, sir. When you know how.

Shall I prepare the sleeping quarters now, my lord?

Yes, yes, if you would.

Thank you, crichton.

You comfortable?

On, it's a lovely bed.

I think you're wonderful, mister crichton.

You're a good little soul, Eliza.

I'm not half hungry, sir.

Not half?

Oh, lord, I'm at it again.

It's all right.

No, it's no good.

I'm just a common bit of rubbish.

I use all the wrong words, don't I?

I try not to, especially when you're around.

I shouldn't worry about it.

The trouble is, I like 'em.

I gloat over them when I'm by meself.

"Blimey," I says, and "cor lumme!"

And "not half."

Do you know what?

All the time we was getting wrecked, I was praying to meself.

Oh, lord, let it be an island where it's natural to be vulgar on.

That's the sort I am, sir.

L... I'd best give me up if I was you.

I won't give you up, Eliza.

We'll fight your vulgarity together.

Cor.

There ain't never been no one like you, ever.

Yes, well, you better lie down and get some sleep.

Mister crichton?

It is safe here, ain't it?

We won't all get eaten alive in our beds, will we?

Don't you worry, Eliza.

I'll be keeping watch.

Uh, clement weather, my lord.

What's that?

Uh, coconut.

Revolting.

A windfall, I'm afraid, my lord.

Later on we may hope for fresher fruit.

Nothing to drink?

I have located a fresh water spring some distance along the beach.

Oh. Where's the, uh...

- Uh, follow me, my lord. - Oh.

Oh.

Stop splashing!

Are you sure this is the right way?

I'm positive, my dear chap.

I can see all sorts of fish.

Look!

Ernest! John!

It's no use. The darn thing's too tight.

I'm very sorry, my lord.

I have a small foot.

Oh. Well, this is a pretty kettle of fish, crichton.

We can survive, my lord.

You think so?

Others have, with courage and good leadership.

Without adequate food or shelter?

We shall have both before long.

Well, I don't see how you're going to manage it.

I'm not the only man in the party.

Well, how do you think I'm going to get treherne and woolley to work?

- If I might suggest it, my lord... - Enh?

"No work, no dinner."

And what about us, crichton?

Are my sisters and I included in your curious rule?

Not my rules, my lady.

Fate makes its own rules.

So the perfect servant at home now considers that we're all equal.

Most certainly not, my lady.

I have always maintained that in all circumstances,

there must be one to command and others to obey.

No work, no dinner, eh?

Well, it's worth trying.

I ask you, what good is it without matches?

By the time we get it going, the ship would be out of sight.

If a ship ever comes.

That fellow crichton, he's getting too big for his boots.

I wish he were, then I could have 'em.

It's a ship!

John, it's a ship! It's a ship. We're saved!

It's coming in. Light the beacon.

- Go tell the others. - No! Not that way, this way!

Yeah, sorry, sorry.

It's the yacht! It's our yacht.

Well, what in heaven's name is it doing here?

It's going to hit the rocks.

Oh!

That damned skipper. The lunatic!

Call that navigation? I'll have him in jail.

Sir, the skipper isn't aboard.

There's nobody aboard.

- What? - Well, we abandoned her.

She's going down.

Oh, I can't look.

Our last hope gone.

We'd better get back to the camp.

Crichton!

Have you gone mad?

Go and make yourself decent at once.

I beg your pardon, my lord,

but I must get out to the wreck before she sinks any further.

Can anyone else swim?

Good lord, no. Not a stroke.

I can, a little. I might be able to get there.

Well, we won't risk it this time, my lady.

Here, mister crichton, you be careful!

What...

What an extraordinary fellow he is.

I wouldn't mind wagering he'll get there.

Go, mister crichton! You can do it!

Hooray! Hooray!

Well done, crichton.

Don't he look lovely?

Oh, don't he.

That'll do, gentlemen, thank you.

She seems to be holding well, my lord.

We should salvage a great deal.

Uh, congratulations, my dear fellow.

Splendid effort.

You, uh, didn't find my cigars, by any chance?

I didn't look for them.

Gentlemen, would you mind giving me a hand, please?

I want to get out to her again before the tide rises.

Crichton!

My lady?

I suppose you didn't bring us any clothes.

No.

But needles and thread.

You'll find them useful.

Your slippers, I believe, Eliza.

Oh, thank you, mister crichton.

Would you mind lending a helping hand, my lord?

Crichton! Wait.

Father, axes and lanterns are all very well,

but I insist upon crichton bringing us some reasonable clothing.

Hear, hear.

I don't see why we shouldn't have some sheets and pillowcases for our beds.

Table linen, too.

Yes. And what about a dinner service, eh?

Well, uh...

Father, you're in charge here.

Well, my lord?

Well, uh, do as they say and get what you can.

Very good.

Well, what's that meant to be?

Coconut, my lord.

But we had coconut for lunch, damn it.

And for breakfast.

But this is diced.

At luncheon, you'll remember, it was shredded.

But you must have found some food on the yacht, crichton.

I brought back what I was instructed to, sir.

Crichton, you forget yourself.

Do I, my lady?

What's this?

Are you questioning my orders, crichton?

My lord, we're not in england now.

We're on a desolate island, hundreds of miles from anywhere,

and if we're not very careful,

we're all going to die on it.

Well, that's no concern of yours.

From now on, I shall give the orders and you will obey them.

With the deepest respect, my lord, no.

What did you say?

I said "no," my lord.

Oh, did you?

Well, you can take a month's wages in lieu of notice,

and don't come to me for a reference.

My lady, you cannot manage on your own, none of you can.

You flatter yourself, crichton.

That's all. You can go.

Very well, my lord.

If he goes, I'm going too.

- Don't be stupid, girl. - I mean it.

You must stay here, Eliza.

What, with this lot? Not blooming likely!

- If she goes, who's going to... - Agatha!

Well, what are you waiting for?

Your pardon, my lady.

Well, I suppose we'd better get on with dinner.

Mister crichton!

Finished!

Look out!

Oh!

Really, Ernest.

No fire,

no shelter, and coconut.

Well, what is it?

I can smell something.

So can I.

Cooking!

By heaven! It's roast pork!

It's coming from over there.

- It's coming from the bay. - Come on.

It's coming from over there.

Pork chops. They've got pork chops.

And onions.

Oh, I can't bear it. I'm going down.

Father, if you do, I'll never speak to you again.

But, Mary, pork chops.

My lady, won't you come down?

And admit that you've won?

I'd rather die first.

Eliza, one pork chop between two.

Yes, mister crichton.

Oh, crichton!

Crichton! Help!

Crichton!

Keep swimming, my lady. You're doing splendidly.

No, I can't, I can't!

Yes, you can. Go on now, swim!

Oh, crichton, you beast!

Upsy-Daisy!

Temper!

Now then, my lady, not much further. Gently does it.

On, I'll never forgive you for this.

- Never! - Don't talk, swim!

Keep your chin up.

That's better. Keep...

There you are.

You never know what you can do till you try.

Here you are, my lady, drink this.

This'll warm you up.

Oh!

I might have drowned.

And you'd have let me.

Would 1? I wonder.

What did you come out here for anyway?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Well, I'm just curious.

It's a long way for scented soap and silk stockings.

I wanted some food,

and something warm to wear...

And a pair of shoes.

No shoes, I'm afraid.

Your cabin's underwater.

You did try then?

Well, of course I did.

Thank you.

It's all right, my lady.

You're learning quickly.

I'll try and find you something else.

No!

Crichton! Crichton! Come back, crichton!

Oh, crichton!

Dear crichton!

There we are. Try this for size.

Oh, crichton!

It's all right, my lady, it's all right.

My friends, it is now nearly two years

since we received the woeful news

that the good ship bluebell had encountered disaster,

followed by the tragic tidings concerning lord loam,

his family and others.

We give thanks that the gallant captain and his crew and all his other passengers

were so providentially, though tardily, rescued.

We are further honored today

by the presence amongst us of a great lady.

The countess of brocklehurst was the first to contribute

to the loam memorial fund.

Indeed, so generously that I'm happy to tell you

there was quite a little piece left over for the organ fund.

Well, as you all know, there were plans afoot