Masterpiece Theatre; Paradise Postponed; 101; Death of a Saint

Oh, I count the moment's time. I think I could have this. That's a rhythm. Something you learn since you've been away. Cambridge National Service. I want it to be. I feel like drumming you do. I'm part of the crew of Dad Hartson. We're going to play at Dances. To make some money. Well, obviously better at dancing than you are at March. I didn't want to march. Why? I thought I had something better to do. Do you have another train? I can finish my curry. I could like another point. All right. With friends and friends. I'll drive. Oh, don't tell me you're good at that, too. How pulling.

Lights. So far, so good. There's a lot more people sleeping up at the town hall. Have a good room, please. There's a big necks and weirdos with guitars. Fred must be with them. I suppose so. Trust Fred to go and get himself lost. They'll never end up banning anything. Well, as long as he's all right. What do you think? It beats 101 butterfly caresses. You remember. Charlie's passing. No. I don't remember. You can call this, then.

Heavy patting. 70% of 15-year-old Americans at the climax point two to five times a week. How much do you know that? A boy called Arthur Mubble smuggled the Kinsey report into school. Absolutely disgusting. I hate heavy patting. It's yank. Is it? Yes, terribly yank. Unless I got the car at least. I need a bit wet. I can't say you didn't mind marching in it. I know they'd turn out the lights. No one can find the switch. No one can find the switch. Oh.

Stop! Will it matter? Not much. I don't suppose. Night for it. I'll drive now. Shall we go dancing again? Possibly. Can you give me a lift, please? He's through fear.

It's not seem particularly sensible to me. God had the same idea once. Goodness, through the fear of hellfire. Not one of his most brilliant notions. I can't remember the fear of hell ever scoffing much. I can't remember the fear of hell ever scoffing much. More preventing many walls. Couldn't we stop putting all our faith in a man-made, scientifically organized version of the everlasting bonfire? That is why we have taken a long walk, seeing together to show that man cannot live. By fear! Hello! What was the fall-like at the town hall?

Ten little fed. You're such a hopeless liar. Hey, I come in. Is it the noise? You're right here, Sherman. Are you expecting one? What do you mean? It's odd. This need that people seem to feel about sermons. I can never understand it myself. You know, often on Sundays, I look down at those upturned faces and I have an irresistible urge to say, if I hadn't say, go home to lunch. Stop flattering yourselves that you've sinned. What would you want to sermon about? Nothing. I don't want to sermon at all. About the march. Don't tell me I made the slightest difference to the march. No one could have noticed whether I was there or not. Don't be modest, Fred. Don't feel grand enough to be modest.

I expect you to think all that marching is quite futile. Perhaps the good it does is to those people who take part in it. Perhaps it makes them feel that they're not simply leading down materialistic lives. Perhaps it all sounds rather self-indulgent to me. I'm sorry we're not pure enough for you. You can achieve the same result that Simcox is best bitter and it's not half so hard on the feet. Or with any inexpensive pleasure, like... Like what? I'll never mind. How did you know anyway? How did I know what? That I left the march. Leslie Tomey. Leslie? Leslie Titness. Leslie Titness, I can't believe it. That boy's making something of his life. You know he works in the brewery now in the office. He's going to evening classes. His father told me that he's anxious to take up some sort of public service.

Like spying on my movements. Why? Why, for God's sake. You shouldn't want to speak to the director of Mr. Frederick if one has a spiritual problem. So bother bother, Mr. Frederick. Am I one of your spiritual problems? No. No. Fred. Of course you aren't. I just happened to mention I saw you up early. I thought your father liked to know. Thank you so much, Leslie. When I ought to have been with him, banning the bomb. Well, I don't agree with that, exactly. Oh, don't you? Well, you might need it. It might come in frightfully handy for you in the accounts department of Simcox Brewery. It may be absolutely vital for you and your daily cycling to work from Skerfield. I don't know why anyone else has the slightest use for it. I think I'm England. What? I think I'm England, Fred. The defense of freedom. What on earth's happened to you? You should learn about that. About what? About the defense of freedom.

You were going on the swans nest of Saturday night. Dinner dance at the young conservatives. Dress is formal. You want to join the young conservatives, right? Well, you want to make something of yourself. Dr. Sultan. I have absolutely no objection to your battering down Rapsden Church. But it may much oblige if you didn't do it with the backside of my Elvis. Oh, is it damaged at all? In. In. In. In. Door unites about to drop Tom's fifth. It's a very reasonable one.

Always manage it before lunchtime. By a couple of pints. Well, at his game. My daughter's gone to London. Always manage it before lunchtime. I'll buy you a couple of pints. Well, at his game. My daughter's gone to London. Don't tell me you've anything better to do. To London? Yes, gone to stay with Ron Molly. She wanted to admire the holes in the latest exhibition of stone carving of some such fascinating occupation. She's gone to the Henry Moors. That's the fellow's name. That's what she's gone to. Pass me my bag, Leo. Should I come in with you?

Well, for God's sake, you'd only faint to stay exactly where you are. How much have you got? Three pints, ten shillings. I feel like a stupid lunch. You're doing too soon. What happens? Oh, shit! Heeey! Come on. Come on. Success? Who knows? The nipper man's up as a clergyman. You're supposed to have any good dance, are you?

Right. Thank you. I'm sorry about the car. Well, that's all the damage you've done. I expect to pay. Of course. Oh, your father's money? The American. Well, I can do it in installments. Getting a bit of ready cash out of a wealthy socialist and a dog collar would require the talent of Moses striking the rock in the desert. Now, charity according to your reverend father begins in other people's homes. I don't think that's very fair. Do you want to argue with me? Not really, no. Pity. It's becoming a damn dull lunch. Well, let's play darts. Middle for dental. Did Agnes tell you? Tell me. Tell me what? About me and the car. Not you and the car. Of course. You told me all about you and the car. Everyone seems to tell everyone everything. Oh, there are only secrets.

Foolish having them. Of course. Your family are rather given secrets. My family? Yeah, I must be the religion that does it. Secret sort of business religion. All that whispering to God behind other people's backs. A damn funny day. Oh, Simeon. Leading the multitudes over the promised land of peace and all that nonsense. You, playing trunt, in order to bust up my motor. Do you think he's wrong? To March. I'm not in the business of riding wrong. I'm in the business of collar walls and housemaids need. And I pull him out of the womb, thump him on the backside, and let him go on with it. That's enough, isn't it? I suppose so. Agnes told me about her mother. Beautiful Orban herd girl, soft voice. Died for the sake of a frock. You don't love Agnes, do you?

No, it's not on my business. What'd you get up to? But you might be happy if you don't fall in love. I knew it. I knew you'd turn out to be a bloody oval darts player. You told your father. What did I tell him? About us. What does that tell me? Why should I thought something? You told him about the car. Oh, about that. Everyone seems to tell everyone everything. I'm not accustomed to lie to my own father. How's Henry Moore? Who? Sculptor. So how's Henry's perfectly all right? How ridiculous questions you do ask. And how's Aunt Molly? Almost as well as Henry Moore. Who did you stay with then? No, just some people. People?

People I was at college with. That's all. Where do they live these people? Well, aren't you quite extraordinarily nosy? I thought you never told lies to your father. Well, honestly. No one could ever accuse you of not telling lies to your father. When you were in London. When I was in London, I wasn't here, was I? Now I'm here. What do we try with the rest of it? Crows

Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah. Hey, do what you can. Ow! What a time you went up to your own. Uh uh. No! Here! Beglots.

Biggles, biggles. You like biggles? A propeller. Set behind two exposed seats revolved slowly. Beside it's to the tall thin man in flying kit. You one of the fellows on the new course? You asked shortly. Yes, sir. Has the startled reply ever been in the hour? No, sir. What's your name? Biggles' words, sir. I'm afraid it's a bit of a mouthful, but that isn't my fault. Most people call me Biggles for short. A slow smile spread over the face of the instructor. Sensible idea, he said. All right, Biggles. Get in. What did you say to her? Oh, nothing very much, sir. Oh, I think I said that her age, my friends, were thinking of dances and being presented at court. It was the time when one was brought out.

But with you, Charlie, I told her. But it's nothing much to bring. Can't you say anything else about her? When I was child age, we didn't have a brass carving. That is, miserable army pension. I've had always in debt, I used to have to scrounge dresses from my chums. I used to fill my evening bag with bits from cocktail parties to have a lunch. How the poor lived? All the same. I never wore the same party fro, twice. That sounds a considerable achievement. I was typing letters for old lady neighbors, dreadful charities, and I danced till five o'clock every morning. Can you see your precious trades union members working such hours? There night shift probably doesn't entail much dancing. You're angry.

Because I tell Charlie what I think. Don't you want me to be honest with her? It might be better to be kind. At least take an interest in her. Now you find everybody interesting. I don't. I believe that a lot of people were manufactured when God was thinking of something else. Like the next cocktail party? Try not to be blasphemous, Simeon. Please. Do try not to be blasphemous. Ah, Simeon, come for us for a tea. I send for him. Charlotte is having one of her ridiculous tantrums. Oh, it's the excitement, Simeon. She's excited about the unconservatives' dinner dance. Poor Charlotte doesn't get minute treat. The handkerchief is for display purposes, aren't it? Mother, you won't go and blow your nose on it, Leslie, will you? Mother, I don't know.

Stop fussing with the boy, I'll say. Or you could wear it in your sleeve. When I was in service, a lot of gentlemen used to carry the white dinner-talking handkerchief in Macoff. Well, have it in the display pocket. I don't know why the boy has to be sent out looking like a tailor's dummy. When I was in service with Mr. Doubty Stroke, I said, take to the house, pre-war, when I was in service. Yes, I'll say, I think we wore that air fillet when you were in service. It was dressed for dinner every night. Except some days. Some days it was casual clothes and cold cuts naturally. With beetroot and a lettuce salad. But every other night, it was one gong for dressing, and then half an hour later, the gong for dinner. Yes, I'll say, we do know all about it. Can I borrow the free-fact? Oh, go on, George. They know I'll be there with their own transport. Well, I suppose it'll stop people talking.

At least you won't be hanging around the bus stop dress like a waiter. He looks handsome. Doesn't he look handsome, George? I don't know how they seem looking handsome, but 8.30 in the morning when we've got our annual audit at the brewery. Take the key. It's going to be late 7 for 7.30. Come on, Leslie. It does look well on you. Don't be late back now. Don't you feel proud of him, George. Seen him, go off like that. Why should I feel proud? Young conservatives. I was when the word young meant young revolutionists. Young men and women trying to sweep away all our old country's standards.

Looking around this fine room and after a dinner well up to squandish standards. Did he care about and soggy potatoes? There was a moment of admiration back. Actually, it was in my consent. It was as unfortunate as the time when Oliver Cromwell's levelling soldiery occupied Ruppston Mellon. But now England has come to its senses. Charles the Second is back. Boffing the girls. And now my old friend, Dr. Strove, back where he should be in the House of Commons. Thanks. Thanks to your tireless canvassing. Good old father, silent men of the hearts. And I didn't know whether they'd replace him with a cardboard cut-out. Unlike the gloom merchants of the socialist party, we can enjoy ourselves. They were bedancing, joe-sneeping, and his orphans. Riverside Stompers. Riverside Stompers, I stand correct.

And the bar will be open until midnight. No, no, no. Thanks. Oh, yeah, I understand it's a question of by your own rings from Mellon. Let joy be unconfined. No sleep till dawn when youth and pleasure meet. APPLAUSE English nettles would even recite poetry just makes it a food of himself when he recites poetry. You? Come on, let's talk in the bar. Come on. Very, very, very. You know, Dr. Strove, of course. Yes, he's my uncle. Is he really? Son Magnus. That's him over there. Well, he's my cousin, actually.

Do you know Magnus? Well, well, not really. My people know the family. Don't think? My mother. Excuse me. Do you know who puts up the nominations for the YC committee? Does Mr. Dowdy Strobe have some say? In what? A general committee, you know, while I'm not looking as far as the F&GP yet. Would, um, Seniclus be the fellow to get in touch with? He's such a fool. Seniclus?

No, Magnus is such a critic. That Seniclus's daughter. She looks awful and left-out. Hold on! I see, you're not beefed, are you? No, no. Not at all. Course in heart. Terrificly good fun. Probably Jolly Part, isn't it? I think so. Oh, yes. I don't care to dance with you. Not really. Shall we? Shall we?

Sit down. Good fun these dudes are they? I said, these dudes are pretty good fun, aren't they? Of course, there's a serious point behind them. I mean, I don't suppose I'd come here if I didn't want to get on in the underserved. As it is, Miss. I say, oh boy, who's the tailor? Might your boat's high old fellow. I mean, it took simply hours to get it tied properly. Oh, God, Miss! Miss, where did you get that suit? Let's have a look at the label. No, look here.

No, it's about 700. It's better than that. On the higher, from Henry Piper up to Bob, out of that 10. All garments impeccably clean. Oh, impeccably clean. Yeah! Take it off, ten of us. You don't know where it will be. Peccably clean, but strong. As last one of the sanitary inspectors, it's me. Can I have it back? Oh, thank you. Say, Magnus, you don't? Actually, no, that's not it. It was not better here. My mother was asked to give it to me. That was all good fun.

Was it? Oh, that's all right, really. Just excited. My mother wouldn't have let them behave like that. No. My mother would have given them one look and they'd all have knelt down and kissed her hand. Excellent. They all fell in love with her at dances. They'd have obeyed her breathlessly. I expect she was very beautiful. So she keeps telling me. You've lost your tie. Yes. I think you look jolly nice. That dress. Isn't it horrible? Please, tell me it's horrible. She made me wear it. Look, would you like to have a go on the river? Might be a bit of fun? I suppose it might. You've got nice hair too.

First thing I noticed about you. I'm sorry this evening. The niceness of your hair. Don't say that. I will notice that. Not on rockheads. Please. Don't say things like that to me. No! Bastards! Bastards!

Bastards! Bastards!