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[CLATTERING]

"There was a table
set out under a tree
in the front of the house,

"and the March Hare
and the Hatter
were having tea at it.

"A dormouse was sitting
between them fast asleep,

"and the other two were
using it as a cushion,

"resting their elbows on it
and talking over its head."

George, don't do that.

"'Very uncomfortable
for the dormouse,'
thought Alice."

"'Your hair wants cutting,'
said the Hatter."

You skipped something,
didn't you?

It never occurred
to me that anyone
was listening.

You're being paid
to read to us,
you know, not to skip.

"'You should learn
not to make
personal remarks,'

"Alice said
with some severity.
'It's very rude.'"

George, please,
don't do that.

Why is Lucifer
making that noise?

[MUMBLING]
He's practicing for school.

Tell me
after you've swallowed.

[LUTHER LAUGHING]

He's practicing
for his school band.

And, anyway,
his name is Luther.

Is he the drummer?

He's trying out.
He tried out last year
and the year before that,

but they said
he wasn't ready yet.

It does seem fiendishly
complicated, doesn't it?

George.

My name's not George.

Well, what is it, then?

For me to know
and you to find out.

Well, whatever it is,
please don't stand
on my foot.

That hurt.

Good.

"'Have you guessed
the riddle yet?'
the Hatter said,

"turning to Alice again.

"'No, I give it up,'
Alice replied.
'What's the answer?'"

[MUMBLING]
You're skipping again.

I beg your pardon?

You're skipping again.

I'm going to report you
to Mama and see that
she cuts your fee in half

because you're only
reading half the book.

What's more,
I'm gonna sic our dog
on you when you leave

'cause he hates
people on bicycles.

You're a hateful,
ugly, horrible man.

You shouldn't be allowed.

You're quite right.

I shouldn't
be allowed.

[SCREAMING]

Ow! Nadia! Nadia,
he kicked me!

Mama! Mama!

He hurt Nadia!

He's electric!
He's electric!

What's going on here?

What...

Madam, may I suggest that
you encourage your children

to play with matches.

Mama, he kicked Joseph.

He wasn't
even reading
the book right.

He's not
doing his job.

He shocked me.

MRS. DENBY: He shocked you?

[DOG BARKING]

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Yes?

Good morning.
I'm Theophilus North.

Mrs. Baily-Lewis
is expecting me.

In general, sir, this door
is not used in the morning.

You'll find
the garden door

around the corner
of the house
to your left.

Please tell
Mrs. Baily-Lewis
I'm here.

Our appointment
was for 10:00.

It's exactly
that hour now.

I repeat, sir, this door
is not generally used
at this hour.

Kindly take
your bicycle around to...

Did you hear
what I said?

Oh.

Ah, there we go.

Could you take those?
Thank you so much.

Are you deaf
or insane or both?

I distinctly told you
to go around
to the garden door.

Get back to work!
All of you! At once!

Jenkins, there's
silver to polish.

Margaret, tend
to the flowers.

[SALLY GIGGLING]And, Sally, will you
stop that giggling?

Get out of here.

Take your rubbish and go...

SARAH: Who is
this person, Willis?

Theophilus North,
madam.

I am
Sarah Baily-Lewis.

It's all right,
Willis.

I was expecting
Mr. North.

Thank you, madam.

This does not
concern you,

Persis Bosworth-Tennyson.

This does not concern
any of you.

You, too, Dora.

Get back
to your chores.

Yes, ma'am, but it's not Dora.
It's Sarah, same as you.

Sarah, same as me.
You impudent child.

You are not
the same as me,
and don't ever forget it.

Try to rise
above your station
in this house, missy,

and you'll find yourself
back in the Ould Sod,
emptying chamber pots

and doing twice
the amount of work

for a quarter
of the amount
you get paid here.

This way, Mr. North.

[GIGGLING]

Take a seat,
please, Mr. North.

Thank you, but
I prefer to stand.

Just as you wish.

Good morning, Sarah.

♪ You take the high road

♪ And I'll take the low

♪ You take the high road

♪ And I'll take

Good morning,
Dr. McPherson.

And how's
my father today?

As well as can be
expected, Sarah.

I hope he's not
losing any ground.

No, no, he's holding his own.

We're holding
his own, Angus.

Oh, yes, of course.
My medicine and
your tender loving care.

You'll look in
tomorrow?

Yes, of course,
Sarah.

Good morning.

Good morning,
Dr. McPherson.

Mr. North?

Yes, ma'am.

As I told you on
the telephone, I wish you
to read to my father.

Yes, ma'am.

My father
is 71 years old.

He needs the solace
of hearing the good book.

He is a very sick man,
Mr. North.

I see.

Your advertisement said
you charge $2 an hour.

That's correct.

How long would it take?

King James version?

Of course.

Let's see.
It's about
1,200 pages.

I'd say 80 hours.

That would be $160.

Yes, ma'am.

It's an exorbitant price,
Mr. North.

Perhaps you could find
your way clear to a more
reasonable figure.

Let's see. I could read
the Old Testament
in Hebrew.

Think of it.
Your father would be
hearing God's words

as he dictated them
to Moses and the prophets.

My father doesn't
understand a word
of Hebrew.

What does it matter?

The point is there are
no vowels in Hebrew.

It would reduce
my reading time by perhaps
as much as seven hours.

[JAMES COUGHING]

Mr. North...

That's not
good enough?

Let me add
another incentive.

With your agreement,
I'll throw in
the New Testament in Greek.

Throw in?

Yes, it would reduce
my price by another $20.

Mr. North,
you're being absurd.

Not at all, madam.

You gave me
to understand

that your interest
was in speed,
not intelligibility,

in which case
I'll tell you
what else I can do.

I'm gonna read
the Sermon on the Mount

in exactly 4 minutes
and 51 seconds.

Now, if I go
one second
over that mark,

I will absolutely, positively
knock another $5 off
this rock-bottom price.

[JAMES LAUGHING]

This is blasphemy,
Mr. North.

I think
you'd better leave
this house at once.

Shall we say
an even $130?
No questions asked.

Mr. North...
You'd better go,
Mr. North.

[BELL RINGING]

[BELL CRASHING]

Kindly leave
this house at once,
Mr. North!

JAMES: Sarah, send
that young man
in here now.

Yes, Father.

Good morning.

JAMES: Come in.
Come in.

I'm James McHenry Bosworth.

Theophilus North, sir.

Sarah wants
to save my soul.

She thinks
I'm an infidel

because I won't
go to church

and listen
to some nincompoop
flannel on

about what's sinful
and what isn't.

The fact is,
she's waiting,

hoping that
I'll kick the bucket
so that she can inherit.

But reading the bible
to me at cut rates
tells the whole story.

Now, all this is strictly
confidential, of course.

Of course.Please.

You don't look like a man
who's read the bible
in the original Hebrew.

I haven't.

You lied.

Admittedly,

but I can read you
Plotinus in Latin,

Descartes in French,
Schopenhauer in German.

But no Hebrew.No.

Greek?No.

It's just as well.
I wouldn't be able
to understand you anyway.

Who are you,
Theophilus North?

What do you mean, sir?

Where do you come from?

I grew up in
the Midwest, sir.

My father owns
and edits a newspaper
in Madison, Wisconsin.

A Yale man, huh?

Yes.

I'm Harvard,
class of '76, myself.

Go on.

After college,
I spent four and a half
uneventful years

teaching at
a boys' school.

The sameness
of it all, the safety,

began to feel
like a prison,
so I left.

Now you want
to experience life.

I want to be
a free man.

Why Newport?
Why not Paris, Tibet?

Kismet, sir.

Ah, the hand of fate.

What are your plans?

To find employment,
sir, if I can.

No, I mean the future.

I have a number
of ambitions, sir.

Well, what are they,
besides being a free man?

At various times,
I thought I'd like
to be a detective.

Oh?

And an actor.

And a rascal.

I mean, rascal in
the sense of the Spanish
word "picaro,"sir,

a man who lives
by his wits,

light of foot,
purse and baggage.

An adventurer.

Exactly.

I notice you haven't
mentioned doctor,
lawyer or banker in your list.

No, sir.

But once I did resolve
to be a saint.

Indeed?It was when
I was 12 or so.

I saw myself
as a missionary
among the heathens.

The idea was to live
an exemplary life,

perhaps even rise
to the crown
of martyrdom.

We're all shaped
by the promises
of our imagination.

You're not the first
whose future was foretold
in childish dreams.

Such matters aside,
do I have a job, Mr. Bosworth?

You want it?

Yes.

Two hours a day,
three days a week.

Shake on it?

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

What was that?

Oh, it's...
It's nothing, sir.

What?

Well, sir, it's my body.

I have an
extraordinary capacity

for building up
electrical charges.

Sometimes, when I touch
people, I shock them.

Metaphorically speaking,
of course.

Oh, no, sir.

It seems I'm
a walking tesla coil.

Most unusual.

Yeah.

How do you stand
on Berkely?

Bishop George Berkely?

Anglo-Irish philosopher,
1685-1753?

I have a particular
affinity for him, sir.

A most unusual young man.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

It's all yours.

MAN ON RADIO:
This is WNRI. The voice
of Newport, Rhode Island.

[ALL CHEERING]

There you go.

[WITH BRITISH ACCENT]
Thanks, cully.

How about
I stand you a jar?

That would be great.

Mr. Mulligan,
might we talk you out
of a real beer?

The occasion would
seem to call for it,
prohibition notwithstanding.

Right, cully?

Right.

Well...

You're new
in town, eh, cully?

I just got here
a couple of days ago.

Anything special
bring you this way?

No, just happenstance.

Hey, you one of them,
uh, gigolos, huh?

What?

You know, them
dancing partners
with ambitions?

Or maybe one of them
yellow journalists,

always digging around
to find out what goes on
in the big houses.

Yeah, you know, "Duke's
daughter found in opium den.
Read all about it."

[ALL LAUGHING]

You have a copy
of this week's paper?

I don't know if this
will relieve your worries

or exacerbate them, but...

Here it is.

[CLEARING THROAT]

"T. Theophilus North.

"Yale, 1920..."

ALL: Oh!A college boy.

Shh. Quiet,
gentlemen, please.

Uh, "Master
at Raritan School
in New Jersey, 1920-1926.

"Tutoring for school
and college examinations

"in English, French, German,
Latin and algebra."

French, German, algebra?

Well, cully...
I mean, Mr. T.
Theophilus North,

perhaps we owe you
an apology.

A number of types
come to Newport,

suspicious types
that we don't like
to see too much of.

Henry Simmons here.

Hello, Henry.

ALL: Cheers.

Cheers.

I'm from London, myself.
Never went to school
after I was 12.

Got work
as a bootblack,

swept the barbershop
for tuppence extra.

Moved up
to domestic service.

A gentlemen's
gentleman I am now.

He's head man
at the Venable cottage.

Plus he's senior man
at Amelia Cranston's
boarding establishment,

where all the best help live.

You can't get no higher
than that, cully,

senior man
at Amelia Cranston's.

One, two, three, four.
Follow me now,
and here we go.

One, two, three, four.
Everybody backwards.

And forward now.

Here we go.
Everybody roll.

Stand up again, and down
to the court we go.

Make a left here,
and line up on the line.

One, two, three, four.
And to a halt.

Very good. Now, today,
we'll learn how to play
at the net.

Mr. North, if it rains,
can you tell me
a story instead?

Yes, The Necklace
by De Maup...

NORTH: De Maupassant, Eloise.

Yeah.

No, there's not
a cloud in the sky.
Nice try there, Johnny.

Then, please,
afterwards, a story.

Yeah, please. Come on.
Tell us a story.

A story, please?
Please, Mr. North.

Well, well,
we'll see. We'll see.

Come on. Please?

We'll see. If you're
very good, maybe.

All right, now we have
to first learn
the blocking shot.

You're at the net,

right foot forward,
left foot back.

Right arm
in a forehand grip.

Elbow bent.

You can use
your left arm for balance.

Okay?

That's good.
Bend your knees.

Bend your knees. Keep
your weight on your toes,
right on your toes.

That's good.
Very good, Johnny.Thanks.

This right, Mr. North?

Uh, not quite, Ada.

Let's try it again.

This time, Ada,
you be the model, all right?

All right, Ada, now put
your right foot forward.

This one?That's right.

Hold your racket
out in front of you.
There you go.

Bend your elbow.
Bend your knee.

That's good.
Now you can move
your hand here.

Ah! I got a shock.
You gave me a shock.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He has
electric hands.

Really?

Really. Honest.

Can I have a shock,
too, Mr. North, please?

You really want one?

Yes, please.

Okay.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

Oh!

I want to have a shock,
Mr. North, please?All right.

Please?

Me, Mr. North, please.Holy moley!

Can I have a turn?

Okay, wait a minute.
One at a time.

Do it to me.Do it now!

I want a shock.

Here, touch me!

Oh, that is magic!

NORTH: That was... Help!

CHILDREN: Do me! Do me!

This is for you.

Thank you, Henry.

Best chowder
in the world, Mino.

Oh, thank you,
Henry.

Hey, cully.

Is that you?

Hello, Henry.

What are you
doing here?

I'm working here.

I thought you were
a college boy.

Well, I'm a broke
college boy, Henry.

My night
at the billiard parlor
kind of left me busted.

Well, you should have
let on, cully. Here.

Oh, no, thanks,
Henry. Really.

Take it.No, no, Henry.

As long as I work here,
I can eat here.
Right, Mino?

Right. Son of a bitch eats
like six fishermen, Henry.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Thanks anyway, Henry.

You sure, cully?

Yes, Henry, really.
Anyway, tomorrow
I'm due to get paid

from a couple of places
I've been working.

Now, the rich
don't necessarily
pay prompt, cully.

I know, Henry,
but I'll be all right.

You mind if I tell
you a thing or two
about Newport.

Here, sit down a minute.
Mino don't mind.

All right.

Now, look, I just paid
Rosa there 10 cents

for a bowl of the best
fish chowder I ever had.

Up there on Bellevue Avenue
they call it bouillabaisse

and get five bucks
for it.

It's like that here, cully.

Dress things up a bit,
and that crowd
don't mind the cost.

Filet de boeuf roti
avec des pommes de terre,
monsieur?

Roast beef
and mash, right?

Simplest stuff in the world,
but fancy it up a bit,
speaking frog,

and you got
something special.

Learn to play the game.
You'll be the toast
of the town.

Can you keep
a secret, cully?

You promise
not to tell a soul ever?

Cross your heart?

[WITH CHICAGO ACCENT]
I was born in Chicago,
not London.

I was a bootblack, all right,
but I was shining shoes
on Michigan Avenue

when I was 12,
not Piccadilly.

Picked up the limey talk
when I was a colonel's aide
with the Rainbow Division

while they were
fighting the Kaiser.

Had a plan.

Went to France,
learned a little
Francaisin Paris,

studied all the menus on
the Champs Elysees, wines...

Chateau LaFitte, monsieur?

Uppin' my ante
in the job market
is what I was doin'.

They eat it up out there
on Bellevue Avenue,

just like
they eat up escargots.

Nobody can sell snails,

but call it escargots,
and you got
the hottest treat in town.

Same with butlers.

They pay three times the price
for me if I'm English.

An English butler has
more je ne sais quoi
than an American.

You want to eat
today, kid?

Sure do, Mino.

Wash.

Yes, sir.

Use your assets.

Yes. Thank you, Henry.
You made my day.

Let me make
your evening, too.

Come up to Amelia
Cranston's tonight
when you finish up here.

There's a few up there
who'd like to meet you.

All right. Thanks.

[PIANO PLAYING RAGTIME MUSIC]

[APPLAUDING]

So you're the one

that gave those
wretched Denby
children what for.

Bravo, Mr. North.
Bravo.

The applause
is well deserved.

Thank you, madam,
but I don't know
how everybody knows.

Bush telegraph,
cully.

There isn't much
we servants miss,
Mr. North.

Here we are.Thank you.

Be careful, cully.
It's not weak.

And it isn't
peppermint.

Ah! It certainly
isn't tea.

Tell me, Mr. North,
are you enjoying Newport?

Well...

Damnable place.
No lady here
has ever heard

the beginning
of a concert nor
read the end of a book.

Mr. Danforth.

Ah.

[SNORING]

Have you met our
Mr. Danforth, Mr. North?

No, I haven't.

He served as butler
to the Oelrich family

both here and in Baltimore.

He came to us
when he retired.

His memory's failing a bit,

but he's still called
upon from time to time

to grace a sideboard
or an entrance hall.

[SNORING]

There do seem to be
quite a few members
of his generation

here in Newport.

Oh, my, yes, cully.
A great many old gents,
a great many.

Um...

May I speak
further, ma'am?

And you will
interrupt me if I get
to sliding on the ice?

You may be certain
of it, Mr. Simmons.

Well, cully, we got
something here
we call the death watch,

and it's going on
in a dozen houses.

Oh, 20 houses,
Mr. Simmons. At least 20.

Thank you, ma'am.

In at least
20 houses here,

there's an aged party,
male or female,

that's sitting
on a pile of money,

but this aged party
refuses to die.

You see, cully?

So, supposing you're
a son or a daughter

or even a nevvie or niece,
what do you do?

Particularly
if the aged party
is showing signs of folly.

Like playing favorites,
one child over the other.

Or falling in love
with his nurse.

Or her chauffeur.

Or the gay divorcee

who pulls his beard
and strokes his hand
right at the dinner table.

We've seen it happen
scores of times.

And the death watch
goes frantic.

So they call in old
Dr. Thread and Needles

and, uh, convince
the aged party

that, uh, he's got
a terrible problem
with his old sofa cushion.

Doctors are
the best friends
of the death watch.

Right. So the aged party
is wheeled in.

Thread and Needles
takes a bit of stuffing

out of said same
old sofa cushion,

and the death watch
persuades him
that it's time

to turn over
checkbook, pen,
and signing power.

For this, the doctor
gets 10,000.

No, it's gone up
this season, ma'am.

Doctor McPherson's on
retainer at the Bosworth
cottage for 15.

Now, now, Mr. Simmons.

I'd say you're sliding
on the ice a bit.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Our gracious lady
don't believe
in naming names.

I do beg
pardon, ma'am.

With all this talk
of Newport, ma'am,

I haven't heard
much about you.

Well, there isn't
really very much
to tell, Mr. North.

I spent half a century
in the great houses,
both here and abroad,

as indeed have
most of my guests,

but now I'm
a boarding-house keeper
and proud of it.

It's a wonderful place,
ma'am. Ma'am?

Yes, Mr. North?

Might there be
a place for me here,
a room where I could live?

Uh, we're all
servants here, cully,

them what lives
off the estates,
them what's retired.

I don't make exceptions,
Mr. North.

Nonetheless, should you
ever find yourself
in a complicated situation,

please do feel free
to call on me.
Will you remember that?

Yes, indeed.

Thank you, ma'am,
for letting me know.

Well, then.

Uh, perhaps you'd
like another weak
peppermint tea?

[RINGING BELL]

"La cigale
et la Fourmi.

"La cigale, ayant
chante tout l'ete,

"se trouva
fort depourvue

"quand la bise
fut venue."

S'il vous plait,
monsieur le professeur,
ne lisez plus.

At least not
from that text, please.

You don't like the story
about the grasshopper
and the ant?

I prefer stories
with happy endings.

Miss, perhaps
we should end
the lesson early today.

No.

Elspeth.

Hello. May I join?

Of course.Of course.

You've met
my brother, Galloper.

Yes, on
the tennis courts.

Hello, Galloper.

He's called that
because he never walks
when he can run.

My real name's George
Harkness Skeel IV.

Well, which do you prefer?

Galloper.

All right, Galloper,
your sister and I,

we were just discussing
the fables by
Jean de la Fontaine.

We both love
animal stories.

And animals.

Yes, our Aunt Benedicte
has a camp
at the Adra... Adr...

Adirondacks.

Adirondacks. We've
seen deer there and foxes,
even big bears.

Yes, and there
are no fences.

They're free.

Mr. North?

Yes?

Have you ever
had a nightmare
about being in prison?

Yes, I have.
It's the worst dream
one can have.

Won't you sit down?

Oh. Yes.

Next year, my father
wants me to do what they call
coming out in society.

I think it'll be
more of a going in
than a coming out.

There'll be
three dances every night
and tea dances

and being stared at
by a wall of young men
all the time.

Don't you think
it sounds like being
an animal in a zoo?

Every time
I think about it,
my head begins to ache.

Do you have something to think
about that would drive away
these nightmares?

Uh, well, we think
about animals
and talking about them.

Yes, yesterday we had
a long talk about why nature
placed the eyes of birds

on the sides
of their heads.

We love to think
about the whys of things.

Yes, like
your magical hands.

Galloper told me...

Galloper Skeel!
Magical hands, indeed.

But, Mr. North, Elspeth
has such awful headaches.

Mr. North, I'm afraid
we haven't been
quite honest with you.

Galloper persuaded
Mother to invite you
to come read with us

so that... So that
I could meet you.

And we thought
if you put your hands

on Elspeth's head,
that maybe you could...

But, Galloper, Elspeth,

there's nothing
magical about
my hands at all.

It's just
that I have one
of those bodies

that collects electricity.

I store up
an electrical charge,

and then the next time
I touch something
or someone,

there's a spark.
That's all.

There's nothing
magical about it.

Well, won't you
try anyway?

It would be silly,
pointless.

Mr. North, please?

As you wish.

[GASPING]

Did that help?

Here he is, miss.

Sarah Boffin, sir,
from Nine Gables.

Yes, Sarah.
What is it?

I've come to warn you,
you mustn't come
near the place.

Please sit down,
Sarah.

Why on earth
not, Sarah?

My friends
call me Sally.

All right, Sally it is.

There's a storm gathering
about your head.

I enjoy flashes
of lightning.

No, this isn't just
lightning, Mr. North.

It's Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

Ah.

She's hired a bouncer.
He's to put you
off the place.

He'll beat the daylights
out of you if you resist.

Does Mr. Bosworth
know about this?

No, the dear old soul. Sure
he doesn't know half of what
his daughter gets up to.

How did you find out?

I heard Mrs. Baily-Lewis
talk to that old
pinch-bottom, Willis,

and I'd better hop it back
before he notices I'm gone.

All right, Sally.

Thank you very much
for coming.
I appreciate the warning.

Good night.

Good night.

Good morning.
I'm Theophilus North.

I don't believe
we've met.

They don't want you
here anymore, sonny.

I'll go pay my respects
to Mr. Bosworth.

Good morning.

Mr. North!

You needn't have
worried, Sally.

I was trained
in the oriental arts
of self-defense.

See, what I did
was use something

that an order
of Nipponese monks
came up with

to protect themselves
against bandits.

See, they forbade
themselves
to use weapons,

so they came up
with that instead.
It's called jujitsu.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Bosworth.
I hope I haven't kept
you waiting.

No, no, no, Theophilus.
You're quite on time.

I'm very much
looking forward

to the passage
we're to read today.

You do know, don't you,
that Bishop Berkely
lived right here

for a time
in Newport?

No, I didn't, sir.

Oh, yes, he was here
for three years,
converting the Indians

and trying to raise money
for a university in Bermuda.

He built a place, Whitehall.
You must see it.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you must see it.

The Budlongs have it now.
They've done a wonderful job
of restoration.

Berkeley's desk is there,
some of his manuscripts.

How I wish that
I could show it to you.

It'd be a great privilege
to see Whitehall
in your company, sir.

I suffer from a very
embarrassing weakness,
Theophilus. It's my bladder.

Dr. McPherson hasn't
been able to do
anything about it,

and it's made me
a prisoner in this house
for the past eight years.

[SIGHING]

I'm afraid
you'll have to see
Whitehall on your own.

You have
my sympathy, sir.

Well, let's get on
with the reading,
shall we?

"Essay Concerning
Human Understanding.
Chapter one.

"An idea, which
considered in itself
is particular,

"becomes general
by being made
to represent

"or stand for
all other particular ideas
of the same sort."

Shall I go on, sir?

I've lived a very
adventurous life,
Theophilus.

My daughter, Mrs. Baily-Lewis,
tells me that I should be
grateful for that

and not greedy
for more,

but how
I do long sometimes

to breathe
the sweet air
of freedom.

I'm sure
you understand that.

As I recall, it was
one of your ambitions
to be a free man.

Yes, it is, sir.

[WHISTLING]

North?

Yes, good morning.

How dare you take
liberties with my daughter?
It's an outrage!

Take liberties?
What do you mean?

You laid hands
on my Elspeth.

You touched
my daughter!

I only touched
her forehead.

I don't care where
you touched her!
I don't mean that.

I mean, you know
damn well what I mean!

Oh, George, please!

Mr. North, if you
ever dare to set foot
on this property again

or ever dare to make
contact whatsoever
with Elspeth,

I shall call the police.
Good day to you, sir.

Sweetheart!

Good day to you,
too, sir.

[WHISTLING]

We've missed you
lately, Mr. North.

I'm flattered,
ma'am, but I have
so many students now.

Some days,
my schedule's
so full,

I just fall
into bed at 10:00.

Well, it's going well, then.

Yes, ma'am. I've
even turned down
a job or two.

Think of it, gracious lady.
We're not even
in high season yet.

Ah, the sweet smell
of high season.

It always brings down
fortune hunters, cully,

flocks of them,

like fireflies
on a summer night.

Dancing pumps
in hand,

oily smiles
on their faces,

all of them
wafting around

in search of some
sweet little thing

in copper mines
or railroads.

[SNORING]

You'll be seeing
a lot of them, cully.

What do you mean?

Well, you know, you're
reading in a house

that's home to one of
Newport's fairest flowers.

You mean, Persis Tennyson?

No names, cully.
House rules. No names.

The girl's a treasure, cully,
as beautiful as the dawn,

as gracious
as the Queen.

And as rich
as the plummiest
pudding at Christmas.

So young
to be a widow.

She's a widow?

There's not
a fortune hunter in town

fails to call around
at her place.

She turns them away,
of course.

They say now her heart's
as cold as the Arctic.

Nonsense. She just
has a perfect ear
for insincerity.

She might listen
to you, cully.

How about it?

Not me, Henry.

Why ever not?

As far as I can tell,
the partner holds the money
holds the whip hand

in this town.

I don't want to be
that kind of a husband.

Besides, I don't even
own a pair of dancing pumps.

Shall we?

Oh.

[SNORING]

You have
a visitor, sir.

Ah, Theophilus.

What an unexpected pleasure!

Come in. Sit down.

What brings you
out this way today?

I brought
something for you, sir,

something to help
with your problem.

Indeed?

Grandfather had
the same problem as you,

so I wrote to him.

These are
from his own supply.

You don't say.

They're an
ancient remedy, sir.

Not much used these days,
but, my grandfather,
he swears by them.

You're very generous.
Thank you, Theophilus.

I also brought
you these, sir.

What on God's earth
are these?

Tea, Grandfather?

You've met
my granddaughter,
haven't you, Theophilus?

No, sir.

Well, in that case,
Persis Bosworth-Tennyson,

may I present
T. Theophilus North?

Mr. North.

I'm deeply honored,
Mrs. Tennyson.

Now, Theophilus,
what did you say
these are?

Uh, well, sir,
they're... They're ru...

Rubber pants, sir.

But I thought
those were for babies.

Well, they were invented
for babies, sir,

but they also make
them bigger

for hospitals and...

Insane asylums you
were going to say.

Well, sir, I wouldn't...

I think I'll leave
you two alone
now, Grandfather.

There are some diapers
in there, too, sir,
to use as liners.

Good God.

It's just a safeguard, sir.
I'm sure the pills will work.

You'll be able to throw
those away very soon.

The thing is, sir,
I think, all together,
they'll do the trick,

let you go
where you want to go,
do what you want to do.

Thank you,
Theophilus.

I'm very grateful.

[PLAYING
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC]

Hi, Arnold.Hey, Mr. North.

Having a good time,
Mr. North?

Hey, happy
Independence Day.See you.

Bye.

Thanks, Zachary.
You little twerp.

Nice pony.

Thanks.

Sally.

Sally Boffin.

Well, hello.

Please allow me
to treat.

One for me as well.

What flavor, sir?

Chocolate.

Thank you.Thank you.

Well, here's
to the Saint of Nine Gables.

I don't know
what that means,
but I'll take it.

It sounds
complimentary.

Well, it is.
It's a rare person

that can get under the skin
of Mrs. Baily-Lewis
the way you did.

Really?She's been in
a tizzy for days.

Over me?

No, over Mr. Bosworth.

It seems you're putting
ideas into his head.

Only those
of Bishop Berkely.

Oh. Well, I suppose
it doesn't matter
what the cause.

Do you know he's been
going out for drives
every day with Persis?

I mean, Mrs. Tennyson.

Gives old lady
Baily-Lewis the fits,
the two of them.

Says the old gent's
going to kill himself
with the exertion.

I should think she'd
be glad Mr. Bosworth
is feeling better.

Oh, go on with you.
Next thing she knows,

he'll be wanting to spend
his own money his own way,

and then where
will she be?

I see.

Best of it is,
the old gent's pitched
that old sawbones.

Dr. McPherson?

Banished.

Ha, this truly is
Independence Day.

It is. It is.

Will you be staying
for the fireworks, Sally?

I was thinking
of it.

Well, shall we see
them together?

Would that be good?

I'd like it
very much.

Well, then it would
be my great honor,
Mr. North.

Theophilus, please.

Oh, it's a wonderful holiday,
your Fourth of July.

They don't have it
in Ireland.

Look there.

Oh. Oh, it's grand,
isn't it?

Sally, you can
see much better
if you lie down.

There's nothing like it,
is there?

No, there's
nothing like it.

Oh, look. Look.

Sweet Sally.

Mr. North.

Theophilus.

Theophilus, please.
No more. Stop.

But, Sally,
you're so sweet.

Oh, Patrick.

Patrick?

Who's Patrick?

Oh, Theophilus,
I'm ever so sorry.

Who's Patrick?

Michael Patrick Ennis III.

Of the Ennisesof Boston?

Yes.

And the man I love.

I'm sorry, Theophilus.

His mother brought me
to this country
to work for her.

I was a good girl
up till then.
I swear it.

Is he a cad,
this Patrick?

Oh, no. No, he's
a true gentleman.

He wants to marry me
and all.

It's his mother
that won't have it.

She threatened to cut
poor Patty off from everything
his father left him,

and I knew
she meant it,

so I lit out of there,

landed
at Nine Gables.

But I miss him so.

Does he know
where you are?

No.

No, and he
never will.

Why?

'Cause look at me.

I'm a maid,

just like my mother
and her mother
before her,

cleaning up
after other people.

Michael Patrick Ennis III

needs a lady,

just as he's
a gentleman.

Sally, shame on you.

Do you know anything
about his grandfather,
Michael Patrick Ennis I?

No.

When he first landed
in this country,

he was nothing but
an ordinary hod carrier,

lugging mortar and bricks.
It's true.

The name Ennis means
money and power today,

but what did
it mean originally?

Somebody from the town
of Ennis in Ireland.
That's all.

Now, my advice to you,
young lady,

is to start thinking
of yourself as somebody,

somebody special
and wonderful,

because you are,
you know.

And if
Michael Patrick Ennis III
doesn't share that opinion,

well, then the hell with him.

But he does. That's
part of the problem.

He thinks I'm
better than I am.

You're good enough
for anybody just
as you are, Sally.

Now you go back to Boston

and tell
Michael Patrick Ennis III
that I said so.

Well, I just might.

You're a wonderful
girl, Sally.

You're not
so bad yourself.

[CAR HONKING]

This way, sir.

North.

What's happened
to Elspeth?

Another attack
of the migraine,
the worst ever.

Where is she?This way.

North.

It's very good
of you to come,

particularly in light
of our last meeting.

Madam, I warn you,
you're putting your daughter
in the gravest danger.

Mr. North, thank
heaven you're here.

Skeel, it's
either him or me.

If you intend
to let him even
see your daughter,

I withdraw
from the case.

Dr. McPherson,
your car is waiting.

The poor girl, Mr. North,
she's blind with pain.

Dr. McPherson
has tried everything,
but nothing has helped.

Mr. North, Elspeth
believes that only
you can help her.

Please, North, do
whatever you can.

[CAR DRIVING AWAY]

Elspeth, dear,

Mr. North has
come to see you.

I knew you'd come.

Bonsoir,
chere mademoiselle.

Bonsoir,
monsieur le professeur.

Bonsoir,Galloper.

Bonsoir,Mr. North.

Your mother tells me you're
in a great deal of pain.

Yes, but it's not
what they think.

I know it's not.

Dr. McPherson thinks
she may have a brain tumor.

He wants to send
her to Boston
for an operation.

I won't go. I won't go.

No, no, no, it's okay.

Please help me.

Please help me, Mr. North.
I know you can.

Of course.

There you go.

First afternoon,
half an hour.

Second afternoon,
45 minutes.

I'm free, Theophilus. Free!

That's fine, sir.
I'm very happy
for you.

Fine? Fine?

Theophilus, I've been
a prisoner in my own house
for eight years.

To get out
like this, it's...

Well, it's
far more than fine.

I've decided
to buy Whitehall and
its surrounding 50 acres.

I plan to build
an academy of philosophy,

sort of an Athens
by the sea.

I shall invite
the great philosophers
from all over the world.

To come and
lecture here, sir?

To come and live here,
each in his own house.

I'd have to build
them, of course.

Huh.

To lecture or not,
as they please.

To teach or not,
as they please.

Newport will be
like a lighthouse
on a high hill,

a pharos of the mind,

a safe harbor for higher
intellectual thoughts.

[CHUCKLING]

Oh, there is
so much to be done.

CLERK: Mr. North?

You have visitors,
Mr. North, a lot of them.

Really?

That's him! That's
Theophilus North.

Hello, Mr. North.
I suffer from rheumatism
something terrible.

Mr. North, I know
you cured Elspeth Skeel.
I know you can cure me.

I'm losing my hair.
Help me, please.

Ladies, gentlemen,
I'm not a doctor.

I don't know
the first thing
about what ails you.

You'll have to consult
your own doc...

I'd far rather pay you than
some old sawbones. Here!

I don't want
your money.

Please, this is
the Young Men's
Christian Association.

It is not
a tent meeting.

I know. He's right.
You have to leave now.

[SCREAMING]

It's true.

It's true.
I felt it
like lightning.

I'm cured!

No.

Oh! I haven't been able
to move these fingers
in years!

Oh, hallelujah!

Please! Please!
Please! Mr. North,

you cannot hold
your unholy devotions
in here.

Now get these people
out of here.

All right...

It's growing again.
I can feel it.

Feel it.
It's growing again.

My rheumatism
is gone!

My ear, Mr. North.

Mr. North,
my ear is ailing.
Oh, thank you.

There you are.

My headache.

Your headache?
It's gone? Fine.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
that's the last time
I can see you.

You can't come back.
You have to see
your own doctors now.

Thank you.
Have a good day. Bye.

[SIGHING]

Sorry.

[BELL RINGING]

I want to swear out
a warrant for the arrest
of Theophilus North.

What's the charge?

Practicing medicine
without a license.

Name?

Dr. Angus McPherson.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Ja? Herein.

TanteLiselotte,
you have a visitor.

A visitor? Me?
It's a mistake.

No, it's not
a mistake, Fraulein.

I wanted very much
to meet you.

This is Mr. North.

Mr...

North.
You remember.

Oh, ja.

Ja,I remember.
The one with the hands.

Guten Abend,
FrauleinMuller.

Guten Abend,
Herr Doktor.

I'm not a doctor, you know.
I'm here as a friend
of Mrs. Cranston's.

I understand.

Wo stammen Sie her,
Fraulein? VonBerlin?

No. Nein, nein, nein.
VonStuttgart.

Ah-ha! Ein Schwabe.

Ein Schwabe, ja.

I speak German so badly,
but what a wonderful
language it is.

Aren't "Leiden"
and "Leibe"and "Sehnsucht"
more beautiful words

than "suffering"
and "love" and "longing"?

And your name, Liselotte,
for Elizabeth Charlotte,

it's beautiful.

I see you still have
all your children
around you.

Sehr viel Liebe,
nicht wahr?

So much love.
"Dearest Nana."

Ja,there was
much love, but now...

Da ist nicht.

Nothing.

Nein, der Andenkens.

The memories.
No one can take
those away from you.

Herr Doktor,
come close.

I want to die.

Why God doesn't
let me die?

TanteLiselotte,

did you ever learn
the hymn that goes,

"Gottes Zeit
ist die allerbeste Zeit?"

Oh, ja.

Ja,since little girl,
I know this song.

"God's time
is the best time."

Did you forget?

Ja,I forget.

Bitte...

Thank you
to remind me.

Yes?

You better
get downstairs
right away.

I tried to put them out,
but they won't move.

Oh.

[SIGHING]

Please, wait.
Mr. North can't see you.
He can't see you!

WOMAN: There he is!

CLERK: Wait!

[CHATTERING]

Please! This is
the YMCA! Come back!

CLERK: This is the YMCA!

[EXCLAIMING]

[EXCLAIMING]

[CHATTERING]

[CAR HONKING]

Aw, Henry.

Nice.

They're after me.
Oh, God!

Run out the back way.
Go on. Tarker's Wharf.
Tarker's Wharf! Wait!

[CROWD CLAMORING]

Oh, my God!

[EXCLAIMING]

Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

[EXCLAIMING]

Sorry.

Swim, cully.
Swim for your life!

Come on, get in here now.

[CHATTERING]

Come on, cully. Get in.

Get up, cully! Get up!

Go away!

NORTH: Keep in touch!

How does it feel, cully,
to be one of the most
sought-after celebrities

in Newport?

Oh, God, Henry,
what am I going to do?

Are you Mr. T. Theophilus
North, resident
of the Newport YMCA?

Yes, I am.

We have a warrant
here for your arrest.
Come with me.

What's this
about, now?

You'll have to find out
at the station, Henry.

A warrant?
Oh, no, not...

It's all right, cully.
We'll have you
out in no time, okay?

[ALL CHATTERING]

BAILIFF: All rise, please.

[GAVEL BANGING]

We'll hear the charges,
Dr. McPherson.

Your Honor.

This man,
Mr. T. Theophilus North,

has been practicing
medicine without a license.

Yes, yes, Dr. McPherson.
I've read the warrant
you swore out.

Get to the particulars,
if you please.

On numerous occasions
since his arrival here
in Newport,

Mr. North has been
interfering with
my patients,

offering to cure them
of ailments

which I,
a trained medical man,
find incurable.

Never cures anything
when there's a fee
to be had for not curing it.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

[GAVEL BANGING]

Half the town thinks
he's a miracle worker!

[CHATTERING]

Get to the specifics,
Doctor, please.

He prescribed pills
for James McHenry Bosworth,

one of my patients

and one of
our most distinguished
older citizens.

That's a serious charge,
Doctor. What happened?

He's been running around
like a man of 50. It really
won't do. It could kill him.

North also laid hands
on Elspeth Skeel
for her migraine headaches.

Yeah, they went away, too.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[GAVEL BANGING]

CATWALADER:
Go on, Doctor, please.

Your Honor, I think
I can safely speak for
the entire medical profession

when I say that
we cannot have a situation

where people go around
curing each other without us.

Thank you.

MCPHERSON:
Serious ailments
need serious attention.

Medicine is a science.
What North is doing
is quackery and dangerous

because, if allowed
to continue, it could cause
severe damage.

My office is deserted.

My patients come to me
for serious medical attention.

They cannot get that
out of miracle workers.

North knows this,
and still he persists.

MAN: Thank God for that.

Fortunately!

These are
serious charges, young man.
How do you answer them?

Your Honor, I can only say
that I meant no harm.

CATWALADER: Is it true
you prescribed pills
for Mr. Bosworth?

I gave him a vial
of pills, Your Honor.

[PEOPLE GASPING]

Pills which enabled me
to get out after spending
years as a shut-in.

They were peppermint,
Your Honor. Nothing more.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

[GAVEL BANGING]

Peppermint?

Mr. Bosworth,
would you approach
the bench, please?

Do you have
your pills
with you, sir?

I do.

May I have them?

Certainly.

They are peppermint.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

And the other charges,
that you laid hands
on Elspeth Skeel?

Your Honor, the young lady
was in a great deal of pain.

Your Honor,
whatever Mr. North did,

he did at the request
of Elspeth's mother and me.

We're so grateful.

We have since had
Elspeth examined
by a specialist.

The brain tumor that
Dr. McPherson diagnosed
does not exist.

[PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]

CATWALADER: Have
the headaches recurred?

No, Your Honor.

Well, there's
a scientific explanation
for this, Catwalader,

and this scoundrel
has got nothing to do with it.

Your Honor, except
for my being a scoundrel,

[ALL LAUGHING]

I entirely agree
with Dr. McPherson.

My reputation as
a healer is undeserved.

[PEOPLE PROTESTING]

It springs from
a peculiar propensity
of mine, Your Honor.

Shall I demonstrate?

If you please.

What I do, Your Honor,
is give electric shocks.

Not here.
Over there.

It won't hurt.

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

As you can see,
Your Honor, it's just
a natural phenomenon,

something some
school children
took for magic.

Yes, well,
they made a mistake.
You took advantage of it.

Nicholas?

[CLEARING THROAT]

[ALL MURMURING]

I'm sorry. I mean,
Judge Catwalader.

Masseurs, manipulators
and healers have always
come to Newport.

They have licenses.

And they take money
for their services,

but everyone knows
you can't buy miracles.

That's how Mr. North
came to be thought of
as a miracle man.

He takes no fees.

There's no sign
that Mr. Bosworth
or George Skeel

ever gave him
an automobile
or a gold watch

or even
the smallest bonus,

and yet look what
he did for them.

[ALL CHEERING]

CATWALADER: Order!
Order in the court!

Order!

It would seem
that the worst that
could be said of Mr. North

is that he has engaged
in some kindly meddling.

But I demand justice!

Young man,
you're free to go.

[ALL CHEERING]

[GAVEL BANGING]

This is not justice.
I demand a conviction.

You're in contempt,
McPherson. A $50 fine.

And three days in jail.

[ALL CHEERING]

[GAVEL BANGING]

I will not tolerate
any further disturbance.

Sergeant, remove this man
from the courtroom.

Case dismissed.
This court is adjourned.

BAILIFF: All rise.

Thank you.

Uh-uh. Mind
those electric hands
of yours in the future.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. North, mail.

Thank you.

Hmm.

I've been invited
to a dance.

Oh. That's nice.

Of course you must go.
It's the ball of the season.

Well, I don't...

Would you refuse
an invitation
from the President?

Probably not.

Or from the King
and Queen of England?

Thank you.

My dear young man,
as you well know,

the Venables are
the ne plus ultraof Newport,

which is
the ne plus ultra
of everywhere.

Saratoga and Bar Harbor
are the provinces
compared to here.

Why would the Venables
invite me?

You've become quite
the rage, Mr. North, since
the events of last month.

That is not an invitation.
It's a command,
and you are going.

Let's try this, lad.

How does that feel?

It's a little small,
don't you think?

A bit small, huh?
I'd say yes.
Yes, small.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Where did you find
all these things anyway?

Oh, various
gentlemen's gentlemen.

Actually, I canvassed
every butler
on Bellevue Avenue.

Hmm.

My God.

By the way, Amelia Cranston
wants you to look
your best tonight.

She said it's
very important, okay?

Sure.

Hmm.

Sheer perfection,
old bean.

Now can you teach
me how to dance?

Oh, I'm afraid that's not
in my repertory, old shoe.

However, I'm sure
we can arrange something.

Thank you.

Yes.

Good evening, madam.

Good evening, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

AMELIA: Theophilus.

Hello, Mrs. Cranston.

Turn around.

Is it all right?

It's wonderful,
perfect. Good luck.

Thank you.

HENRY:
Mr. James Graham Oelrich
and Mrs. Oelrich.

Captain Stuyvesant Belmont
and Miss Wetmore.

Captain Stuyvesant Belmont
and Miss Wetmore.

Mr. T. Theophilus North.

Mr. T. Theophilus North.

You say you're North?

Yes, sir.

Well, of course you are.
North, it's good to see you.

I'm Buster Venable,
Amanda's nephew.

Oh.

Theophilus North!
I'm Amanda Venable,

and I've heard
so much about you.

I'm honored
to be here, ma'am.

And now I'd like
to present you
to our guests of honor,

Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Patrick Ennis of Boston.

[SALLY LAUGHING]

Theophilus!

I knew you'd come.

Patty, this
is Theophilus.

North, Sally's told me
all about you.

You're the best friend
a man could have.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Come with me.

I love you.

HENRY: Charles Goodheart
and Mrs. Goodheart.

We're so happy.

Oh, Sally, look at you.
When did all this happen?

Well, I went to Boston
right after you and I...

Decided you should.

Right. I didn't even give
notice. I just took off.

And you were so right
about everything.

Patrick does love me,

and he missed me
just as much
as I missed him,

so we went straight
to his mother. She finally
gave us her blessing,

and the Cardinal
himself married us
in the family chapel.

And, you know, his mother's
not so fierce, really,
once you get to know her.

She gave this
to Patrick for me.
It was the ring

her grandfather
gave her grandmother
for their wedding.

Would you believe it,
but didn't she cry when
he put it on my finger?

Well, it was happiness,
I'm sure.

You know, mothers
can be awfully funny
about an only son.

Oh, but we're
so happy, Theophilus,
and it's all your doing.

I'm very happy for you.

Now I know
why I was invited
to this shindig.

Well, I thought you
might like the surprise.

Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.

Oh.

Back I go.

May I present
our guests of honor,

Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Patrick Ennis of Boston?

Of Boston. I know
your mother so well.

Is she still talking
about Yeats?

She was always
the silver apples
of the moon.

I would like you to meet
my bride. Darling.

Oh, hello, Sarah.

It's me, "Sarah, too."
You remember.

Oh, salt!

Oh, salt!

Yes.

You're not the same as me,
and don't you ever forget it.

Try to rise
above your station
in this house, missy,

and you'll find yourself
back in the Ould Sod,

emptying chamber pots.

[LAUGHING]

For a quarter amount...

♪ I went out
to the hazelwood

♪ Because a fire
was in my head

♪ Parched and peeled
a hazel wand

♪ And hooked a berry
to a thread

Herbert,
the salts, quickly.

♪ I will find out
where she has gone ♪

North?

Theophilus.

Mr. Bosworth.

I have a proposition
for you.

Sir?

My academy of philosophy.

Benedetto Croce
has accepted.

We have hopes
of Bertrand Russell.

Congratulations,
Mr. Bosworth.

Thank you, Theophilus.
The thing is, I want
you in on everything.

Sir?

I'm putting the best part
of my fortune
into the academy,

in a trust that
will fund it forever.

You'll be the trustee
to scout the Earth
for up-and-coming thinkers

wherever they may be.

Up-and-coming thinkers?

Philosophers, Theophilus,
pundits, sages, thinkers
from all over the world.

You'll be free to travel
anywhere you like.

Europe, the Orient,
the Steppe of Russia,
Alexandria, the Holy Land,

Kyoto, Lhasa,
the Peruvian Andes,
Chichen Itza, Angkor Wat,

wherever knowledge is
or ever has been.

I accept, sir.

Good man, Theophilus.

I had hoped for this.

[PLAYING
YOU DO SOMETHING TO ME]

♪ You do

♪ Something to me

♪ Something that simply

♪ Mystifies me

♪ Tell me

♪ Why should it be?

♪ You have the power

♪ To hypnotize me

♪ Let me

♪ Live beneath your spell

♪ Do do that voodoo

♪ That you do so well

May I have the honor
of this dance,
Mrs. Tennyson?

I'd be delighted.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

Don't be, please.

I only hope
it will happen often.

♪ You do

♪ Something to me

♪ That nobody else can do

PERSIS:
Theophilus, you are
a most unusual young man.