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Hello, pet.

If I'm not back in two hours,
you know what to do with her.

Good luck, guv.
- Thanks.

Giles Henry Rice Wingate,
you have been charged

and pleaded guilty to
fraudulently,

and with full knowledge that
you were committing an offence,

convert to your own
purpose and use

sums of money, amounting
to 30,000 pounds,

being moneys due to the company,

no less the Salisbury Estate
and Mortgage Company,

of which you at the time held
the position of Managing Director.

It was, in my view, right and
proper that you should plead guilty.

I've turned a good
ear to what I've been

told by learned
counsellor peering for you,

in that you have already
repaid the money you stole.

It is however my duty to
pronounce sentence upon you.

Have you anything to say?

Well...

No.

May I please, your Lordship?

I would like to ask the court's indulgence,

to allow me to say a few
words in the defendant's favour,

in the hope that your
Lordship might be persuaded to

mitigate whatever sentence
your Lordship might have in mind.

Very well, Mr Berridge.

We've heard very little
from you during this case.

As you can see, my Lord, my client
is no ordinary criminal off the streets.

He is a man who comes from
an excellent family background.

He has wealthy titled parents
and a high academic schooling.

He had an exceptional
career at the university

and an even more outstanding
military service in a cavalry regiment.

He was in fact awarded the military cross
for gallantry on the Normandy beaches.

Upon demobilisation
from the cavalry in 1946...

He arrived home from overseas
to the dower house,

which had been given him by his
family on his 21st birthday.

Only to find that both his parents
had been killed during a bombing

raid whilst staying at their
Knightsbridge apartment in London.

And that he had inherited
the entire Wingate estate,

valued at that time at
nearly three million pounds.

Master Giles, glad
to have you back, sir.

Glad to be back,
Fred, and how are you?

I'm very well, sir.

Good. You're looking
younger than ever.

Thank you, sir. After you, sir.

You remember
Claira, our cook, sir?

Course I remember Claira,
how nice to see you again.

The maids are new, sir.

Where did you find
these girls? The village?

Yes, sir. Amazing.

Good heavens.

I must have known you
when you were all just born.

Tiny things.

It took very little time
for the handsome young

bachelor to saviour the
pleasures of civilian life.

And on an unearned income of
several thousand pounds per year,

he was able to give very
careful thought to the methods

in which his newfound
fortune should be spent.

Many long hours were spent in meditation
over his wealth of business ideas.

But first things first.

And Giles Wingate's
army experiences had given

him a commendable
sense of class equality.

It offended him to be waited
on by uniformed servants,

and he promptly ordered
is staff to abandon their

uniforms for something
a trifle less formal.

And to adopt a less formal...

Ooh, Polly, good morning, I say.

... relationship with their master.

I don't know what
you've got all this on for.

That can come off.

One member of his staff
however, called Polly, and a brazen,

fortune seeking
wench if ever there was one,

took advantage of the young
Wingate's democratic socialist ideals,

and within a few weeks, became
the first Mrs Giles Wingate.

From that moment, Polly embarked on
a spending spree never before equaled.

In one day, for example, she purchased
from one London store 11 fur coats.

She consumed 31 sports
cars during one year.

Needless to say, with
young Wingate down to his

last two million, the
marriage ended in divorce.

After Polly the maid, came
Tanya the so-called movie actress.

She came to stay for a weekend,
bringing one of her films with her.

Sit.

Don't scream.

Now I'm going to have you.

Joe, that's my broad.

The whole place is empty.

Take that, you dirty rat.

Give me your negligee.

Right, give me your bra.

That's fixed it.

My client, seeing his guest suffering
at the hands of gangsters on the screen,

was so moved with compassion
and pity, he asked her to be his wife.

Three months and 500,000
pounds later,

she took off with a homosexual
actor and has never been seen since.

From the publicity accrued from
this tempestuous romance,

Wingate became the
target for every cunning,

gold digging
wench in the country.

As fast as these
women moved in,

so my client married
them one after the other,

making in each
case a vast settlement

on the injured parties.

Then came a stenographer, Mary,

who was so transparently after her
employer's money that just anyone

could have seen through her.

Nevertheless, she became
Mrs Wingate number five.

Or was it six?

Marianne, a dancer, who soon
stripped Wingate of 20,000 pounds

in alimony as efficiently as
she stripped herself of her veils.

Ingaborg, a Swedish masseuse,

who by her highly skilled training in
the manipulation of the human body.

Extorted, among other things,

a promise of marriage, which ultimately
led to yet another costly divorce.

These and other adventures at the
hands of ruthless, mercenary women...

... brought my client to the brink of ruin
and forced him, much against his will...

Your honour, I must object.
This man...

Sorry, your Honour,
no objections.

Much against his will to borrow
money from his own real estate business,

which he has since repaid
and which he now regrets.

I mean he regrets the
borrowing, not the repaying.

I ask your Lordship to put
yourself in my client's position

and imagine yourself
beset on all sides

by scheming, ambitious
women, forced into dishonesty

and to deal as leniently as
you can with this unhappy,

exploited man.

I suppose we must.

Two years.

But my Lord...

Suspended, of course.

We will now adjourn for lunch.

Well, sir, we virtually
won the case, didn't we sir?

Well yes, of course.

What does it mean?

Suspended sentence.
You're free.

I think I did pretty well for you.

Of course, paying the money
back did make a difference.

By the way, how did you manage
to get hold of it? The 30,000, I mean?

Shall we say, a rather wealthy lady?

Well, I suppose with all your

experiences you have
learnt a trick or two.

Yes, it's been a costly education.

30,000 back for a
three million investment.

However, I shall now sit back
and reap my rewards, as they say.

Really?

Thank you.

What exactly have you in mind?

There's still one or two
details to be sorted out.

Yes of course,
I'm sure there are.

I've already put several
advertisements in different periodicals.

Let me get this straight, a
school for sex, hey?

It might work.

Of course, it will.

Dear old chap, I've been
conned, swindled, and seduced

by some of the loveliest,
cleverest birds in the world.

I think I must know just
about every trick that there

is to know for lifting money
from the unsuspecting male.

Now, if I impart this knowledge to, say,

half a dozen girls to start with?

On a commission basis of,
say, 33 and a third percent?

Can you see the potential?

Oh, by the way, where
we're going I think...

Yes?

One thing I've learnt about my fellow men,

and don't think I'm alone in my
vulnerability, is a truth, and it's simple,

the shrewdest, toughest,
hardest businessmen

in the world have got
one great weakness.

One Achilles' heel.

One chink in their armour.

And that is...
- What?

Crumpet. Sex.

That's quite, quite...

Take this girl here for example.

Unsubtle, I'll grant you, but watch her.

Watch her audience,
you might learn something.

One of the problems I haven't surmounted
yet is how to obtain the right pupils.

Well, I think I might be
able to help you there.

I have a friend who's a probation officer.

I think I could get
you a regular supply.

Really?
- For a commission, of course.

Would you like me to make
some inquiries? Discreetly?

Of course.

Ooh.

Here we are, Fred, back in business.
You can take the covers off now.

Glad to see you back, sir.

I really thought you were a
goner, for a couple of years at least.

Do you know, sir? Wingate Manor has
had a master for the last 10 generations.

I remember dear Johnathon
Wingate, your grandfather, sir.

He very nearly did time because his...
- Yes.

Quite, but now it's
time to think of work.

We've got to earn
some money, Fred.

Think about paying
your wages, hey?

That's all right, sir. Don't
you bother about me.

Anything on for lunch, Fred?

Made some soup, sir. Quite
frankly, I wasn't expecting you.

Excellent. Your cooking
qualifications will come in handy.

What do you mean, sir?

Oh, I've got lots of little
surprises for you, Fred.

You know all those jolly little pictures
you've got tucked away in your cupboard?

Well, you wait and see what's
going to happen down here very soon.

Good god.
- What is it, sir?

Don't worry, I'll
soon shoo her off.

No, just a minute, Fred.

I think this might be the lady I'm
expecting, our new deputy headmistress.

She doesn't look like a
school mistress to me, sir.

Well she's got rather, shall
we say, special qualifications.

Show her in, will you, Fred?

Really good, sir.

Mr. Giles Wingate?

Good morning. You must
be the Duchess of Burwash?

Yes, my husband, the late Duke of...

My goodness, what a
charming kitchen you have.

How many kitchen staff have you?

Well, we have Fred
here who chefs for us.

Anyway, now that we're in the
kitchen, perhaps a cup of coffee?

An enchanting idea.

Or perhaps something a little stronger?

Much better. Brandy, please.

Fred, a large brandy for the
Duchess, and a dry Martini for me?

A Martini and a large brandy
for her grace, certainly, sir.

Now, Duchess, you wrote to me in
answer to an advertisement in the Times.

I note in your letter that your
husband the Duke died in 1966.

What have you been
doing since then?

Dear Archie. Yes, I took some time
spending, I mean, tying up his estate.

Such a lovely man. You
know, it was the publicity

in the News of the
World that killed him.

Oh, interesting. You have
experience with girls, yes?

Your large brandy, madam.
Your Martini, sir.

Thank you, Fred. Cheers.

That will be all, Fred.

That will be all, Fred!

Now, Duchess, you were
saying? Your experience with girls?

Yes, indeed.

The Windmill, I was head girl
there, you know, then the Lido

in Paris, and after that, I
had my own modelling school,

a big success that was, until
those wretched girls let me down.

Let you down?

Yes, the papers played it out, of course.

Called it the Cabinet Cuddles
Affair, you probably remember it?

Everybody else does. It was in 1956.

No, I can't say I do.

Nothing really.

After a late debate on the budget at
the House of Commons, some of the MPs

had to stay overnight, and when morning
came, nobody could find their clothes.

That Ursula took them,
I never did like the girl.

Although anyway.

23 of my girls happened to be there
at the time, quite innocently of course.

Nobody believed them.
That's how I met Archie.

He was Minister for
Internal Affairs at the time.

We were both
completely exonerated.

Absolutely fascinating.

Oh, well, Duchess, I
think that we can say

that your application
has been successful.

Now, before we discuss your
percentage, I mean, your salary,

I think I should give you some
details of the school and your duties.

At this moment, on its way from London,
is a minibus containing a group of girls.

Hey, Clappy, this isn't
the way to Holloway.

Please, call me Mr Clapp.

We're not going to Holloway.

You've been paroled, we're going to
Wingate Manor, a new approved school.

Are you coming with us, lover?

Oh, go away.

Leave him alone, Beth, or
is that the best you can do?

We've seen your type.
- Quiet.

Are you okay, Harry?

Are you kidding?

Here, what's all this
about Wingate Manor?

It's some new school
they're taking us to.

Progressive
rehabilitation or something.

Oh, yeah? Well we've got to get
you all out of here before we get there.

Don't let him suspect
anything, I'll think of something.

What's going on back there?

Nothing, Mr. Clapp, sir.

Where are we?

Just passed a small village,
don't know what it's called.

Anybody about?
- No.

Well if you see somebody,
let me know. I've got an idea.

Just passed a
copper, he any good?

Bloody marvellous.
Get Clapp to stop the bus.

Throw a faint or something.
- You're mad, with a copper?

Do it quickly, girl.
You, Beth, you do it.

Oh, I can't.
- Do anything, it doesn't matter.

One, two, three.

What's going on?
- She's fainted.

It must be the car drive, it
affects some people like that.

What's the trouble?
What's going on?

She needs an aspirin
and a glass of water.

Yes, look, there's a house
over there. They'll help.

Where?
- Through the trees.

I can't see any house.

Of course there is, my
eyesight's better than yours. I'll go.

Oh no, you don't. I'll go.

Remember, no funny business,
girls. I'm going to lock you in.

That worked all right.

Hey, Harry, what now?
- Get undressed.

Everything?

Yeah, everything. I'll tell you what
to do while I'm picking the lock. Hurry.

You're joking, it's cold.
- I know.

Come on, hurry.

Oh, I've got stuck.

Come on, hurry up, girls.

I've done it.

Come on, quick,
because he's coming.

There's no sign of a house here.

All set? Think you can
remember your lines okay?

I think so.

You dirty old man.
- Taking advantage of.

Who the hell do
you think you are?

What is this all, why have
you taken your clothes off?

You're disgusting.
- What are you doing?

Get back in the bus this
minute. Please don't do this.

Get back into the bus, immediately.

I won't tolerate this
nonsense. Girls, please.

Taking advantage.

What are you doing?
- We've heard about you men like you.

"Let's go for a swim", you said, "change
into your swimming costumes", you said,

"take those clothes off",
you said, and then you attack us.

I guess you're just a
dirty, dirty, dirty old man.

Don't do that.
- Now, now, now then.

Is this man annoying you?
- Yes, officer.

Thank goodness you're here,
officer, this man just set on us.

All we wanted was a lift,
then he makes us strip like this.

Oh, absolute nonsense, Sergeant.

My name is Horace Clapp and
I'm a probation officer for the Crown.

A likely story. Do you
have any credentials, sir?

Of course.

I thought something like
this would happen when I

saw this fellow pick up
these hitchhikers, officer.

Ah, are you a witness, sir?

Yes. I was walking along
the road when I saw this fellow

scouring the curb, he was
obviously looking for an easy pick up.

Eventually, I saw him pick
up these four young ladies.

Absolute nonsense, Sergeant.
Here are my credentials.

This, sir, is a membership
card for the Raymond Revuebar.

Here.

Ah, this seems to be in order, sir.
Are these four girls in your care, sir?

Yes, Sergeant. These girls
will do anything to evade justice.

I'm taking them to Wingate
Manor, and I trust you'll

allow me to go unhindered
and forget this little incident.

It wouldn't look good on my record.

Wingate Manor, sir?
- That's right.

Well, I suppose it's all right.
- See you at Wingate Manor.

All right, girls, come on, into the
bus. Come on, come on, come on.

Why aye, sir, mind
how you go now.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Wingate Manor.

Oh, oh, oh.

Hello, petal. Gave me a
little bit of a chase, didn't you?

You thought you gave
your little sparrow the slip.

I beg your pardon?

The minute I saw you in the street, I said
to myself, "Hector", I said,

"that is the most beautiful bird
that you've ever seen in your life,

and you must have her", I said.

Have me?
- Yes.

Have you for my trouble
and strife, my wife.

Such a lovely bird, in
such beautiful feathers,

must be
courted very, very carefully.

So let me court my beautiful one.

Give me those lips that I
yearn for, night and day.

Go away, go away!
- Let me sample the rich flavour...

Mr. Wingate, Mr. Wingate, help!
Mr. Wingate!

Mr. Wingate, Mr. Wingate, help!

I say, what's going on here?

Why, is this your old woman then?
- Well, no.

Well, good.

Oh, don't start that all over again.

Duchess, would you like to
tell me what all this is about?

Mr. Wingate, this oaf followed
me from the village and then

started to molest me, I
insist that you call the police.

Well, I don't think
there's any need for that.

Now, if you'd like to just sit
down and tell me your name.

Hector, Hector Shaughnessy.

I see and you live and
work in the village, yes?

Oh, no, I live up in the big house,
no work for prizefighters around here.

Here, you couldn't give
me a job, could you?

Well, I'm afraid I haven't any
use for a prizefighter either.

Unless, are you any good at PT?

Nah, that's her game.

I don't mean that sort of
PT. I meant physical training.

Yes, I sparred with all of
them, Bruce Walker,

Chubby Fowler, I swapped punches
with the best of them.

It's only too painfully obviously.
Mr. Wingate, you're not serious?

Well he might be useful and cheap.

Now, look, Hector, if I take a chance
on you, will you promise me one thing?

To leave the Duchess here alone.
- Faithfully, sir, faithfully.

Just to be, just to
be breathing the

same air as her,
just to be feeling the...

Quite, quite.

Now, you go off home, smarten
yourself up, and come back

here tomorrow morning at
9:00 and I'll give you your duties.

Certainly, sir. Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.
- Oh, and Hector?

Yes, sir?

Don't tell anybody in the village
that you're working here, will you?

Don't forget your
condition of employment.

My lips will be sealed. Our
love shall remain a secret forever.

Thank you, sir. Thank
you, sir. Thanks very much.

Thank you, ma'am. Ooh. Thanks.

Here they come, Fred.
Look, my very first pupils.

All right, girls, out you come.

Master Giles, you should make a
splendid headmaster of a girls' school.

You think so, Fred?

Now stay here, and don't
move. I won't be long.

Well I don't know about you,
but I'm going to find Harry.

Oh, Mr. Wingate?
- That's correct.

Could I have a word with you, sir?
- Of course.

In private, sir?

Oh, yes, yes.

Fred, would you go and
take the girls' suitcases

and put them
upstairs in the bedrooms,

and then when you've done that, bring the
girls all downstairs into the main hall?

Certainly, sir.

After you.
- Thank you.

Now, Mr. Clapp, what can I do for you?

Well, Mr. Berridge didn't say
it was going to be like this, sir.

You've had difficulties, Mr. Clapp?
- Well...

Tell me, why are all
the girls undressed?

They're a bunch of hooligans,
sir. They tried to escape.

I don't think I can do this very often.

Nonsense, Mr. Clapp.

When you see the lovely
lolly that you're going to make,

you won't be able to get those
girls down here fast enough.

The young ladies, sir.
- Ah, show them in, will you, Fred?

Certainly, sir.
This way, ladies.

Hmm. A most interesting
bunch of girls. Mr. Clapp, will you?

Oh, yes, sir, yes.
This is Sally Reagan.

She was probationed to me for
two years for shoplifting, persistently.

Naughty. You'll have to do
better than that, won't you?

This is Judy Arkwright.
Third offence.

Stole 140 pounds from an elderly
gentleman, worked in a near beer joint.

Oh, good work. Really good.

This is Beth Villiers,
involved in some sort of

land fraud, I don't know
much about it, I'm afraid.

Excellent. You must tell
me the details sometime.

Is that all, Mr Clapp?
I thought there were four girls.

Oh, my god. Yes, the ringleader,
Sue Randall. Where's Sue Randall?

Well, Sue Ran, do you want
to do a bunk for it now, or what?

What's the point, Harry?

You just become a girl on the run, and
you'd cop it too for aiding and abetting.

No, the best thing to do
is to stick it out, and hope

the police get hold of
that swine, Ronny Lambert.

If he's any decency
at all, he'll clear me.

Sue Randall?
Sue Randall?

There
- Miss Randall.

Sue Randall! Where are you?
- Miss Randall, please.

Come on, enough of the
penny tricks! Where are you?

18 months for
something you didn't do.

I told you not to get mixed
up with that Lambert crowd.

Even I didn't know he was
pushing acid in such a big way.

You live and learn. Anyway, there
was nobody else to get mixed up with.

I was around. I was around all
the time, but you didn't see me.

Yeah, I know.

Sue Randall!
Sue Randall, where are you?

You better go, Harry, you
don't want to be found here.

What for? I'm not
doing anything wrong.

I've been going straight
for three years now.

Well, at least you better get dressed.
- Ah, give them a thrill.

Sue Randall!
Sue Randall! Where are you?

There's no use trying to hide,
we'll find you. Where are you?

It's all right, Mr Wingate, I found her.

You, young man, what
do you think you're doing?

I say, don't you feel
a bit cold like that?

Don't you think you
ought to get dressed?

I think you should allow
me to punish them, sir.

The girl should be spanked and
the boy should be... Don't I know you?

I thought I recognised something.
Not you, the suit.

Oh, yes, I remember.
Lady Swithin's gardener.

Same old story, made off with the
silver, he was probationed to me.

Now, look. I paid that
debt, I'm straight now.

Do you have a job?
- No.

Do you want one?
- As a gardener?

Well that would be your
official capacity, but...

Sleeping in?
- Yes. In my room.

Huh?

No, just so that I can
keep an eye on you.

Okay.
- Come on then.

Fred, come on!
- Coming, ma'am, er, sir.

You four girls are the first
pupils at Wingate Manor.

Now, our object is to provide
with an education that will

enable you to take your place
as leading members of our society.

Mr. Wingate?
- Yes?

Could I ask you what were those
contracts that you asked us to sign?

Ah, yes, yes. I was
just coming to that.

Now, you will realise
that the education that you

will undergo here will be
of a most unique nature.

As such, it will
be very expensive,

but the benefits that you will reap as
a result of this should be substantial.

Of course, you will understand that
I want the school to benefit as well.

So, in fact, what you
have done is just sign

over one third of your
future earnings to me.

Now, I should like to
introduce you to your teachers.

Duchess. This is the
Duchess of Burwash.

Now, she will instruct you in a number of
subjects, under the heading of technique.

Good evening, girls.

Hector? And this is Mr Shaughnessy,...

... who will instruct
in deportment.

Pleased to meet you, girls.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Two hours late, wouldn't
surprise me if it was all steamed up.

Oh, don't keep on at me, Ethel.

How would you like to
have walked six miles?

Seems a bit funny to me.

Wonder what they're all
doing up Wingate Manor.

You ought to find out, you know.

Ah, I ought to, but I
don't think Mr Wingate

particularly
welcomes me up there.

Why not? You're only doing
what you were paid to do.

Well, I felt so guilty last time when
I had to go up there and arrest him.

Wingates have been in
this county for centuries.

So it's, I always feel they're
above the law, those sorts of people.

Why don't you just go up there and
snoop around, without him knowing?

Yeah, I think I will. Yeah.

Probably nothing in it, but don't
say nothing to anybody though.

Oh, dear.
- What's up?

Mr. Roberts.
- The Colonel?

Oh, no, you didn't tell him?

Mrs. Roberts was in the
kitchen, I only mentioned it.

Ethel, how many times have I got
to tell you, especially the Colonel?

You know he's daggers
drawn with the Wingate family.

Figures he ought to have
been the squire of the village.

Still, I'd dearly love to know
what's going on up Wingate Manor.

Yes, I think that's about right.

Now this is your millionaire,

and this is your dining room
in the Carlton in Cannes.

How do I get to
Cannes in the first place?

My dear, if you don't know
how to get a one way ticket

to the South of France, I
don't know why we're bothering.

I want you to play it by ear.

Now, Fred, you
know how to react?

I'll do my best, ma'am.

Right.

Now, begin.

Wiggle, dear, wiggle.

Now look what you've done.
It took me hours to dress, as well.

Oh, my dear, I am
so sorry. Allow me.

No, no, that won't help,
I shall have to go and change.

Good, good.

Oh, dear, my roommate has the
keys and she won't be back for hours.

What am I going to do?

Excellent, excellent.

It'd be my privilege to allow
you to dress in my room.

Oh, thank you, sir. Could I ask
you to be so kind and come with me?

Just in case one of the
porters thinks I'm breaking in?

Of course, my dear.
- Marvellous.

Very good indeed.
Now comes the kill.

Now this is your millionaire's room.

There is the door, take up
your positions, both of you.

Harry, you're supposed to be
hiding away behind the sofa.

Sue, you'll come
over here and join me.

Now, enter.

Come on, my dear. I'll wait in
the bathroom while you undress.

It doesn't matter, sir. I'm sure
you've got daughters much

older than me, and you're
far too much of a gentleman.

Quite, quite.
- Why don't you sit down?

Thank you, my dear.

Tease him, dear. Tease him.

Do you think I'm looking good.

Marvellous. Very.

Not at all bad. A bit corny
perhaps, but still worth

a good 5,000, according
to the age of the punter.

Fred, you all right?

It's my heart, ma'am.
Blood pressure, you know.

Goodness, what's that?

No, no, no, dear.

Never make it appear as though it's
vicious. Play on the punter's masochism.

Start again. Get off, get off my
back, get off my back, that's it.

Now, sit on the side
of the bed, all right?

Now start from the top
again, from the neck.

Gently. Bigger, harder,

deeper, that's it. Nice, nice.

Down, down towards the ribs,
down towards the ribs. Lovely.

Harder, press,
press, that's it, yes.

Now, gently up towards
the top of the neck again.

Now, begin to work down the spine.

Gently down the spine,
now this is where you're

lulling him into a
sense of false security.

Right down, right down, right down.

Now, quickly, a couple of
rabbit punches to the spine.

That's it, lovely,
and the ribs, that's it.

Now, start on the left
leg. The left leg. That's it.

Massage gently, gently,
you're lulling him again, that's it.

He doesn't think
anything's going to happen.

Take it down to the
knee, to the knee, that's it.

Now, one hand under the
ankle, grab it up, that's it, that's it.

The submission hold, you've
got it. That's it, darling, lovely.

Everything okay up
here, Mr. Wingate?

Oh, yes. Judy's doing fine. All right,
my dear, you can relax the leg, that's it.

You go downstairs now
and join Hector's class for PT.

How's your Beth doing?

Very good indeed. I've
sent her out to Hector's class.

Yes, he's doing very well.

Open your legs up, put them right up
behind your chest, come on. Right up.

Now, ready, one, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three.

You look like an old bag of bones, Beth,
hold them up, come up, stretch right up.

Stand up, feet together.
Stretch right up.

One, two, down, up. Come on.

Down, up, down, up, down, up.

Down, up, down, up, come on.

Down, up, that's it.
Hands down by your sides.

We're going right down to the ground
this time, on each side of your feet.

Hands above your head.
One.

Two, one, two.

One, two.

And pull to the chest, this'll
swing them right out. Ready?

One, two. Stretch up,
Sue, put that tummy in, Sue.

What are you laughing at? Put your
tummy right in, hold your backside in.

That's it. Hands
above your head.

Ah, good morning, Sergeant.

Colonel Roberts, what
brings you up here, sir?

Well the wife told me there
was something interesting

going on, and I take
it you're investigating.

I'm not making no investigations,
sir, just my routine rounds.

You can't fool me, Sergeant. I
know there's something fishy going on.

That bounder Wingate
ought to be locked up.

Mark you, all the family were the
same, you know, for generations.

Now, now, Colonel, we can't run
around making accusations like that.

We've got to be sure of our facts.

Well, that's as may be. I'm going to
do a bit of investigation on my own.

When I've got my facts, I'm going
to pounce. Good day, Sergeant.

Good day, sir.

Now girls, an advanced class
in a more difficult situation.

This is the big killing, and
you need far greater care.

Young men obviously make
the best husbands, unfortunately,

they're always reluctant to
pay for services rendered.

So, we don't give it to them.

Oh, I know all about
this permissive age,

but what they said
in the '50s is true now,

"once they've had you,
they'll never marry you".

So, now, Harry, I told you
what to do, and Sally,

you are just arriving at this
young man's Chelsea flat.

The object is to prevent
him from seducing you.

Now, go on, take up your positions.

Dearly beloved, we
are gathered together to

join this man and this
woman in holy matrimony.

No, no, no, I'm a sick man. I'm a
dying man, I'm a dying man, I tell you.

I'm a dying man.

Nonsense.

Dearly beloved, we
are gathered together to

join this man and this
woman in holy matrimony.

Now, look, gals.

If you can't get the old
boy to the altar quicker

than that, he's going
to drop dead on you.

Now, go back and
start it all over again.

Dearly beloved...

I don't think we've got this
quite right, have we, Sally?

Come on, get dressed. We've
got a lot of work to do yet.

Now really bring them back,
bring the chest right out. Ready?

One, two, three.

No, dear, I don't think
we've got this quite right.

You'll have to give him a little more
passion, otherwise he'll lose interest.

Try again.

That's enough bloody passion.
- Lay off.

Oh!

Aah!

All right, girls.

Mr. Wingate.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Clapp.
- Yeah, nice to see you.

I've got a little something
here for you, quickly.

There we are, as promised.

Thank you very much.
- Right, see you again soon.

Thank you, see you later.
- Come along girls.

Give your bags
to Fred, will you?

Take your case, madam?
- That's right, straight down there.

And yours.

... three, four, five,
yeah, six. Beautiful.

Damn nettles. Three months,
Sergeant, three months!

What are you going to
do about this scandal?

I don't see there's
anything I can do, sir.

I'd have to know a
lot more about this.

Have to know a lot more about it?
Well, I'm going to whip up a petition.

All right, sir, just as you like.

Well, girls, this is it. You've
been with us for three months now.

It's time for you to go
and face the outside world.

I shall always hold very
special place in my heart for you,

my first, and I'm sure,
my most successful pupils.

I know that you'll
capture the hearts of many

unsuspecting males just as
easily as you captured mine.

Now, Hector will
drive you to the station,

from whence you will
go your separate ways.

Bravo, bravo.

Goodbye, my dear.

Go, do honour to your school.

May God bless you all.

Goodbye, sweetheart. Just take their
money, don't marry any of them, huh?

Don't worry, Harry.
Look after yourself, see you soon.

Come on, girls, or
we'll miss the train.

I got very attached to those girls.

Ah, well, Duchess, let's
bring in the newcomers.

Now that we've got the
introductions over, I think it'd

be a good idea if you were
to disrobe straight away.

We have a very
scientific approach here.

This will enable your teachers
to peruse your natural talents,

and therefore, to give you the most
beneficial and individual attention.

What?

Well, Duchess, I must say we've
got a very nice bunch of girls this time.

I believe they're even
better than the last lot.

Fred, you're supposed
to be sweeping the floor.

Yes, sir.

Now, what about this one?

'20s look, very nice, my dear.

Confusing that, because
this one's much more with it.

This is absolutely
present day, isn't it?

You're right, you're right.
- We can build up the colouring, I think.

Oh, yes, yes. I think a
little extra continental

training for this one,
don't you, Duchess?

Should do very well
on the Via Verrito?

Reacts well, too.

Oh, no. No. Hector?
- Yes, sir.

Do something about this, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Now you're going to work
hard, you're going to do plenty

of chest exercise,
something like this. You try it.

Now you're going
to that a half hour

every day, every day
you've got to do that.

Well, Duchess, if you'll just organise
the contracts for the new girls.

Of course.

I think I'll be off to bed.
- I'll be up later.

Ethel?

Hey, look, there's Wingate.
- Oh, right.

Yeah, yeah, we
know all about him.

Sergeant? Double faced blaggard.
What are you going to do about him?

Well there isn't anything I can
do, sir, unless he breaks the law.

Nearly 300 guests attended the wedding
yesterday of London model Beth Villiers

to Sheikh Abdul Eu-Balad-Al-Toto,
the Kuwait oil magnate.

Miss Villiers, looking charming
and composed, told our

reporter that her success
on the international scene

had been mainly due to
the training she had received

at the little known Wingate
Manor Finishing School.

By the way, we got a large
check from her this morning.

Oh, that's quick.

I heard she fiddled the
budget for her Crusoe.

Yeah, I'm not quite sure
that I like all this publicity.

I mean, look at this thing in the
paper yesterday about young Sally.

Where are we? Oh, yes.
"Sally Reagan, much in

the news recently with
her on/off/on romance with

horror film producer
Sydney Myers, has signed a

seven year contract
with a rival film company.

It was reported that
she negotiated the entire

deal herself without
any help from her agent.

She added that her financial
know-how had been acquired at

Wingate Manor, an exclusive
finishing school for girls".

Then there was young
Sue the other day,

not content with her
20,000 pound settlement

out of court from the defence minister,
tells them that it was all due to us.

She thought she was helping.

I know, but it's... Give me just a minute.

Yes? Principal, Wingate
Manor, speaking.

I'm sorry, madam,
I'm afraid we're full.

Say, you'll have to help me here,
there's some woman, says she's

read about us in the paper, she
wants to send her daughter to us.

Won't she take no for an answer?
- No.

Well, say we're full.

Madam, I'm very sorry.

Yes, I know money talks, madam...

Well, 400 guineas a term?
What? Very well, madam.

That fixed her?
- No, she's confirming in writing.

I'll take this.

Wingate Manor School for Girls,
this is the deputy headmistress. I see.

Well, I'm afraid we're full up. Ooh,
well, eight or ten years, I should think.

Hold the line a minute,
I'll speak to the principal.

I think this one's for
you, it's Viscount Snow.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

400 guineas a term. Will you
confirm? Thank you, goodbye.

I didn't actually think about this one. I
hadn't envisaged this sort of problem.

Perhaps you could
burn the place down.

Oh, daddy, what a super place.

You will not forget the
religious side of her education.

Oh, good heavens, no, Bishop.
We cater for every denomination here.

I see.

Come along my dears, this way.

Straight through and up the
stairs, there we are. In there, that's it.

Ah, Mr. Wingate, I'll have to
show you some interesting

pictures of my daughter,
when she was a little girl.

Yes, I'd be most
enchanted to see those.

Oh, oh, yes. My, my. She
has changed a lot, hasn't she?

Quite a big girl now. Thank
you, sir. See you again, goodbye.

That should give you all you
need. Sergeant, do your duty.

Righto, sir. I'll have to phone
the chief constable first though, sir.

Right, I'll stay guard.

It's the waiting I can't stand, Mr.
Berridge. What does he want us for?

Oh, stop fussing, Clapp.

I've just seen the Home Secretary.

First, Sally Reagan, making
a fortune as a film actress.

Then there's that,
what's her name,

Sue Randall with that
cabinet minister scandal.

You've no idea how I had
to lie myself out of that one.

Now there's this Beth Villiers,
gallivanting all over Kuwait.

These girls are supposed
to be under lock and key.

Well, no, no, sir. I mean,
it's a very good school.

I've only your word for that.
I've never heard about this place

and neither do I find
now have any of my colleagues.

Nevertheless, these girls
are still on probation, Berridge.

What are you going to do about it?

Yes?

Put him through.

Speaking.

Oh, no.

All right. I suppose
that's all you can do.

Right, I'll phone you back.

That was the Chief Constable.

Reports from the local police that
your Wingate Manor is a brothel.

Oh, my god.

Oh, no, sir. Not
exactly a brothel, it's...

Look, Berridge, you better
get down there straight away.

I'll do what I can
to delay police action,...

... but go on, man, hurry
up and save your skin.

Okay, sir.

And mine.

Right, quiet now,
girls, please. Quiet.

Now, today we have
several new girls with us,

so I thought we'd start
with something cheerful.

A party that is extremely popular in the
European capitals, particularly in ltaly,

is one that is more generally
known as the dolce vita orgy.

Now, one point about this
type of party, it is extremely

difficult to tell the
princes from the paupers.

Well, the rich man from the poor. That
will be the object of this lesson today.

Everything all set, Sergeant?
- Yes, sir.

We caught the others as they
were travelling through the village.

Good, where are they?
- Here, sir.

Sergeant, what is the meaning of
all this? Why are we being arrested?

These people are all
the same, you know.

If there were no customers,
there'd be no immoral houses.

Immoral houses?
What do you mean, sir?

Don't come the old acid,
sir, you know very well what's

going on in there, and what's
more, you're the patrons.

If that's so, officer,
what am I doing here?

Madam, just because
we're country folk, don't

think we don't know all
about big city perversions.

No, no, no, no, no,
girls. No, no, no, no, no.

Now, look, I know he's got
a big pectoral and all that,

but he hasn't got any money,
he's only the gardener's boy.

Now I'm going to show you how
to discern the ones with the money.

Good gracious, Mr. Berridge,
the police are here.

Pull yourself together, Clapp.

Come along, Sergeant,
we're wasting time.

Now, now, sir.

Standing, you guard the prisoners,
you two fellows come with me.

Now then, Jenny,
which of these gentlemen

sitting here would you
say was the millionaire?

That one.

And why do you say him?
- Because he's fat.

My dear, you don't necessarily
have to be fat to be a millionaire.

Now, what about
our Frederick here?

Wingate, quick.
- Good heavens.

The place is surrounded.

You sit down. Clapp,
have a seat, sit down.

Just a minute, quiet.

Aaaaah!

Try and slip out of the window.

Two faced blaggard.

Giles Henry Rice Wingate, Hubert
Robert Berridge, and Horace Clapp,

you have been found
guilty of conspiring to

use the premises
known as Wingate Manor

for immoral purposes.

I have listened very carefully to
your defence, and learnt a lot from it.

When I retire from the bench at
the end of this month, I shall study

this extraordinary case much
more carefully, and benefit by it.

Have you anything to say
before I pass sentence upon you?

Good. I am sending you...

May I, please, your Honour? I
would like to enter a plea of mitigation.

Sit down and be quiet.

I'm sending these men where they
cannot be entering into any competition.

I mean, where they will not be
able to corrupt members of society.

Now, you will each of you go
the prison for a term of three years.

Your Honour, I would
like to take leave to appeal.

Nonsense. We all adjourn for lunch.

Don't worry, he can't do
that. I'll get you out on appeal.

I say, did you see that dirty look I gave
him when he sentenced you to three years?