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| Year: | 2001 |
| Rating: | 7.2(36613) |
| Listed in: | Comedy, Drama, Mystery |
| Directed by: | Robert Altman |
| Actors: | Michael Gambon Charles Dance Maggie Smith Kristin Scott Thomas Camilla Rutherford Geraldine Somerville |
| "Tea At Four. Dinner At Eight. Murder At Midnight." | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
|---|---|
| Robert Altman | |
| Actors | |
| Michael Gambon | as William McCordle |
| Charles Dance | as Lord Raymond Stockbridge |
| Tom Hollander | as Anthony Meredith |
| Jeremy Northam | as Ivor Novello |
| Bob Balaban | as Morris Weissman |
| James Wilby | as Freddie Nesbitt |
| Laurence Fox | as Rupert Standish |
| Trent Ford | as Jeremy Blond |
| Ryan Phillippe | as Henry Denton |
| Stephen Fry | as Inspector Thompson |
| Ron Webster | as Constable Dexter |
| Clive Owen | as Robert Parks |
| Alan Bates | as Jennings |
| Derek Jacobi | as Probert |
| Richard E. Grant | as George |
| Jeremy Swift | as Arthur |
| Adrian Scarborough | as Barnes |
| Will Beer | as Albert |
| Leo Bill | as Jim |
| Gregor Henderson-Begg | as Fred |
| John Atterbury | as Merriman |
| Frank Thornton | as Mr. Burkett |
| Ron Puttock | as Strutt |
| Adrian Preater | as McCordle's Loader |
| John Cox | as Loader |
| Ken Davies | as Loader |
| Tony Davies | as Loader |
| Steve Markham | as Loader |
| Terry Sturmey | as Loader |
| Julian Such | as Loader |
| Alan Bland | as Beater |
| Peter Champion | as Beater |
| Geoff Double | as Beater |
| Robin Devereux | as Beater |
| John Fountain | as Beater |
| Richard Gamble | as Beater |
| Brian Rumsey | as Beater |
| George Sherman | as Beater |
| Widget | as Pip the Dog |
| Actresses | |
| Maggie Smith | as Constance Trentham |
| Kristin Scott Thomas | as Sylvia McCordle |
| Camilla Rutherford | as Isobel McCordle |
| Geraldine Somerville | as Louisa Stockbridge |
| Natasha Wightman | as Lavinia Meredith |
| Claudie Blakley | as Mabel Nesbitt |
| Kelly Macdonald | as Mary Maceachran |
| Helen Mirren | as Mrs. Wilson |
| Eileen Atkins | as Mrs. Croft |
| Emily Watson | as Elsie |
| Sophie Thompson | as Dorothy |
| Meg Wynn Owen | as Lewis |
| Frances Low | as Sarah |
| Joanna Maude | as Renee |
| Teresa Churcher | as Bertha |
| Sarah Flind | as Ellen |
| Finty Williams | as Janet |
| Emma Buckley | as May |
| Lucy Cohu | as Lottie |
| Laura Harling | as Ethel |
| Tilly Gerrard | as Maud |
| Natalie Danks-Smith | as American Actress |
Movie info
| Languages: | English |
| Budget: | USD 15,000,000 |
| Gross: |
USA - 6,641,077 USD (13 January 2002) UK - 9,852,538 GBP (24 March 2002) Worldwide - 87,745,500 USD (2001) France - 4,352,218 USD (22 October 2002) Germany - 2,740,463 EUR (31 December 2002) Italy - 3,742,679 EUR (30 November 2002) Russia - 45,957 USD (4 August 2002) Spain - 635,120 EUR (10 March 2002) |
| Plot: | When William McCordle is found sitting at his desk with a knife in his chest, few people grieve. He and his wife Sylvia are hosting a weekend shooting party. There are a variety of guest including Sylvia sister and her husband, Lord and Lady Stockbridge; film star Ivor Novello and a Hollywood producer; an aunt who is dependent on McCordle for her allowance; and a variety of business associates all wanting something or other from the man. Downstairs at Gosford Park, there is a beehive of activity, but if truth be told, few among the servants will miss McCordle. Some of the women used to work for him in his factories and he was known to take advantages of his female employees. When the police announce that the victim died of poisoning and was only stabbed after he was dead, there is yet another mystery to solve. Beneath the surface, everyone in the house has secrets - but which would be a motive for murder? |
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"Waltz of My Heart" (1939) Performed by Christopher Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by Christopher Hassall (as Christopher V. Hassall) © Chappell/Music Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "Glamorous Night" (1935) Performed by Christopher Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by Christopher Hassall (as Christopher V. Hassall) © Chappell/Music Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "Nuts in May" (1921) Sung by Jeremy Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by P.G. Wodehouse © Ascherberg Hopwood & Crew Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "The Land of Might-Have-Been" (1924) Sung by Jeremy Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by Edward Moore © Ascherberg Hopwood & Crew Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "And Her Mother Came Too" (1921) Sung by Jeremy Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by Dion Titheradge © Ascherberg Hopwood & Crew Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "I Can Give You the Starlight" (1939) Sung by Jeremy Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by Christopher Hassall (as Christopher V. Hassall) © Chappell/Music Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "What a Duke Should Be" (1916) Sung by Jeremy Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by Clifford Grey © Ascherberg Hopwood & Crew Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "Why Isn't It You" (1937) Sung by Jeremy Northam Music by Ivor Novello Lyrics by Christopher Hassall (as Christopher V. Hassall) © Chappell/Music Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "Keep the Home Fires Burning" (1915) Sung by Jeremy Northam Music By Ivor Novello Lyrics by Lena Guilbert Ford © Ascherberg Hopwood & Crew Limited By kind permission of Warner/Chappell Music Ltd. "The Way It's Meant to Be" (2001) Sung by Abigail Doyle Music by Patrick Doyle Lyrics by Robert Altman & Abigail Doyle © Air-Edel Associates Ltd. By kind permission of Air-Edel Associates Ltd. |
Goofs
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Continuity: Early in the film, Lady Trentham taps on the window of the car. Mary, who is seated in the front, looks over her right shoulder. In the next shot she is looking over her left shoulder. Continuity: At the beginning, Lady Trentham jumps closer to the car between shots just before she gets in. Continuity: In the dining room when George the footman tells Henry Denton to go elsewhere, Henry's hands are in his pockets, but in the next shot, as Henry leaves the room, his hands are at his sides. Continuity: Lady Trentham is holding the paper open as Denton leaves after having coffee spilled on him. In the next shot, the paper is closed and she opens it again. Continuity: When Lady Trentham is getting ready to leave, she doesn't have a scarf around her neck. When she goes to the vanity, she throws the scarf to Mary, but then in the next shot she is taking the scarf off. Crew: When Lewis and Probert are listening to the music, the shadow of the camera is visible just before the cut. Continuity: As Lady Trentham is telling Mabel about training her new maid, her tea cup appears in her hands between shots. Continuity: When Mable informs Lady Trentham that she doesn't have a lady's maid, Mr. Nesbit lays his tea cup and saucer on the mantel. When Lady Sylvia joins the group at the table, Freddy again places his cup and saucer on the mantel. Continuity: While resting and listening to Ivor sing during the murder scene, the cooks "jump" from the spiral staircase to the square-landing staircase between shots. Continuity: Before William is killed, the dog is on the desk. When the killer enters the room the dog is at the killer's feet. When William is discovered dead, the dog is on the desk again. Continuity: When the butler goes into the servants' quarters to tell Lord Williams' valet the police wants to talk to him, Mrs. Wilson's door is closed. In the next scene the door is opened. Continuity: When Mrs. Wilson enters the Servants' Hall while the inspector is telling the staff that he will be leaving, Mrs. Croft exits the room but the door remains open behind the Inspector. When Mrs. Wilson leaves the room, Mrs. Croft reenters, the door is shut and she opens it. SYNC: During the pheasant shoot, clucking can be heard. Pheasants do not sound like chickens, they make their own distinctive noise. Continuity: During the build up to murder sequence, with Ivor Novello playing piano, Morris Weissman clearly leaves the room "to use the telephone". We see him at the telephone, but then he is back in the room again during later shots, but when the murder is discovered, he is still on the telephone. Continuity: When Mrs. Croft and the cook are counting the knives, we see servants bringing the candelabra from the dining room down the stairs. Then we see the gentlemen in the dining room, where the candelabra are still lit. PLOT: The morning after the murder, the movie producer tells Jennings that he would like tomato and eggs, to which Jennings replies "perhaps you would care to select for yourself." Lord Stockbridge then explains that the Englishman is never waited on at breakfast. The problem here is that this is the second morning; why was the movie producer not corrected the first morning? Fact errors: Lady McCordle interrupts the dinner the servants are having to ask whether arrangements have been made to accommodate Mr Weissman's vegetarianism. Mrs Wilson explains the alternative courses that have been arranged, except when she says, "I don't know what we're going to do about the entrée; we'll think of something". It's clear from the context they're referring to the main course - this is never referred to as the "entrée" of the meal in England. In British and Commonwealth English, an entrée is a starter course. Continuity: At the beginning of the movie when Constance walks to the car, she is wearing pointed-toe shoes with a heel. When she arrives at Gosford Park you can see, as she enters the doorway, that she's clearly wearing "flats". |
Quotes
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Mrs. Wilson: I'm the perfect servant; I have no life. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Where's that wretched Mabel. Constance, Countess of Trentham: Has anyone checked her outfit? She's probably in black velvet with a feather in her hair. Lavinia Meredith: She's in the morning room looking perfectly normal. Don't be such a snob aunt Constance. Constance, Countess of Trentham: Me? I haven't a snobish bone in my body. Constance: Mary, I don't think I'll wear that shirt after all. The other one's warmer, that's all I care about. Constance: Do you think he'll be as long as he usually is? Lady Sylvia McCordle: Mrs Wilson, a major crisis has arisen. I've just found out that Mr Weissman won't eat meat and I don't know what to do and I can't ask Mrs Croft. I simply don't dare. Mrs. Wilson: Oh, everything's under control your ladyship. Mr Weissman's valet informed us as soon as he arrived so we've prepared a special version of the soup, he can eat the fish and the hors d'oeuvres, there'll be a welsh rarebit for the game course, I'm not sure what we're going to do about the entree but we'll think of something. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Thank you Mrs Wilson. Ten steps ahead as always. Which one of you is Mr Weissman's valet? Henry Denton: I am, your Ladyship. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Are you indeed. Yes. Well. Thank you for your... [pause while she takes a good look at him] Lady Sylvia McCordle: efficiency. [leaves] George (First Footman): [to Denton] You're all set then. Constance: Awfully long repertoire. Constance: Seems much more than just background music. Barnes: Short arse. Constance: Has anyone checked her outfit? She's probably in black velvet with a feather in her hair. Constance: They're rather a mixed bunch. That Mr. Weissman's very odd. Apparently, he produces motion pictures. The Charlie Chan Mysteries. Or does he direct them? I never know the difference. Mary! I suppose it's fun having a film star staying but there's always so little to talk about after the first flush of recognition. And why has Freddy Nesbitt brought that awful common little wife of his? Isabel only asked him because another gun dropped out; that's no excuse to inflict her on us all. Mary... Tomorrow, I'll have breakfast in bed, and then get straight up into the tweeds. What shirt have you brought? Mary Maceachran: The green with the pink stripe. Constance: Oh no dear, no. No, that's quite wrong. Always something very plain for country sports - the one I wore today will do. Mary Maceachran: But it's soiled. Constance: Well you can wash it, can't you? Constance: Tell me, how much longer are you going to go on making films? Ivor Novello: I suppose that rather depends on how much longer the public want to see me in them. Constance: It must be hard to know when it's time to throw in the towel... What a pity about that last one of yours... what was it called? "The Dodger"? Ivor Novello: The Lodger. Constance: The Lodger. It must be so disappointing when something just *flops* like that. Mary Maceachran: Nobody can stab a corpse and not know it. Robert Parks: Really? When was the last time you stabbed a corpse? [last lines] Constance: Could you imagine someone being hanged because of something I said. Mary Maceachran: I know. And what purpose could it possibly serve? [at the banquet dinner table] Sir William McCordle: And why shouldn't I be interested in films? You don't know what I'm interested in. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Well, I know you're interested in money and fiddling with your guns. But I admit it: when it comes to anything else, I'm stumped. Elsie (Head Housemaid): Now, that is not fair, Bill is... [Realizing that she spoke out of turn, Elsie quickly leaves the room] [Morris Weissman is asked about his upcoming movie project] Lady Sylvia McCordle: Mr Weissman. Morris Weissman: Yes? Lady Sylvia McCordle: Tell us about the film you're going to make. Morris Weissman: Oh, sure. It's called "Charlie Chan In London". It's a detective story. Mabel Nesbitt: Set in London? Morris Weissman: Well, not really. Most of it takes place at a shooting party in a country house. Sort of like this one, actually. Murder in the middle of the night, a lot of guests for the weekend, everyone's a suspect. You know, that sort of thing. Constance: How horrid. And who turns out to have done it? Morris Weissman: Oh, I couldn't tell you that. It would spoil it for you. Constance: Oh, but none of us will see it. Henry Denton: You Brits really don't have a sense of humor do you? Elsie (Head Housemaid): We do if something's funny, sir. Constance: Tell me, what happened to William's little maid? I never saw her again after that dinner. Mary Maceachran: Elsie? Constance: Hmm. Mary Maceachran: She's gone. Constance: Aw, it's a pity, really. I thought it was a good idea to have someone in the house who is actually sorry he's dead. Mrs. Croft: He's very full of himself, I must say. Doesn't eat meat. He's coming to a shooting party and he doesn't eat meat. Mrs. Wilson: Now now Mrs Croft. We don't want to be thought unsophisticated do we? Mr Weissman's an American. They do things differently there. [On the phone, discussing casting for his movie] Morris Weissman: What about Claudette Colbert? She's British, isn't she? She sounds British. Is she, like, affected or is she British? Henry Denton: I have a date with a hot glass of milk. George (First Footman): I'm desperate for a fag. [repeated line] Inspector Thompson: I'm Inspector Thom... Lord Stockbridge: [to Commander Meredith] When a man's as short as you are, it must be difficult to gauge the height of the birds. Robert Parks: What's your name? Mary Maceachran: I think here I'm called Trentham. Robert Parks: [laughs] No, I meant your real name. Mary Maceachran: Oh. Mary. Mary Maceachran. Robert Parks: Blimey. What does Her Ladyship call you? Mary Maceachran: Well, she should call me Maceachran now I'm a lady's maid. At least that's what my mother says. But Her Ladyship can't pronounce it, so she just calls me Mary. Robert Parks: I don't blame her. Mary Maceachran: Mr. Parks... Robert Parks: Robert. Mary Maceachran: Robert. When you said you'd surprise me, you didn't mean anything by it, did you? Robert Parks: Why? Don't you like surprises? Raymond Stockbridge: Do stop snivelling - anyone would think you were Italian. [talking about Lady Sylvia] Mary Maceachran: What was her family like? Elsie: What you'd expect: toffee-nosed and useless. Her father was the Earl of Carton, which sounds good except he didn't have a pot to piss in. Elsie: Why do we spend our time living through them? Look at poor old Lewis. If her own mother had a heart attack, she'd think it was less important than one of Lady Sylvia's farts. Dorothy: I believe in love. Not just getting it, but giving it. I think that if you're able to love someone, even if they don't know it, even if they can't love you back, then it's worth it. Lavinia Meredith: It makes you sound desperate. Anthony Meredith: Well, I AM fucking desperate. Lavinia Meredith: I don't care what's changed or not changed as long as our sons are spared what you all went through. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Not all. You never fought, did you, William? Sir William McCordle: I did my bit. Louisa Stockbridge: Of course you did. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Well, you made a lot of money but it's not quite the same as charging into the cannon's mouth, is it? Constance: Bought marmalade? Oh dear, I call that very feeble. Raymond Stockbridge: Well, I think it's ridiculous. I'm here to shoot. Louisa Stockbridge: Darling, it's a relief for me to sit next someone who isn't deaf in one ear. Raymond Stockbridge: I'm sorry? Mary Maceachran: Her Ladyship says Sir William loves his shooting. Elsie: Yeah, he does. Can't hit a barn door but he does love it. Sweet, really. [everyone starts clapping after Ivor has finished a song] Constance: Please, don't encourage him Morris Weissman: How do you manage to put up with these people? Ivor Novello: Well, you forget, I make my living impersonating them. Lady Sylvia McCordle: What *are* you wearing? Isobel McCordle: Don't you like it? You bought it. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Did I? How extraordinary of me. [Many years ago, Sylvia and Louisa cut cards to decide which of them would marry Sir William. Louisa lost] Constance: Anyone care for a game of bridge after dinner? Louisa, how about you? Louisa Stockbridge: Oh, I don't think so. I've rather gone off cards. I've never been very lucky with them. Sir William McCordle: Me too. Morris Weissman: You're providing a lot of entertainment for nothing. Ivor Novello: Morris... I'm used to it. Morris Weissman: [after Jennings suggests Mr. Weissman choose his own breakfast items] Oh, like cafeteria style? Baron Raymond Stockbridge: The Englishman is never waited on at breakfast. Morris Weissman: Well, that's interesting, because an American is. I'll make a note of that. Morris Weissman: Thank you, Mr. Jennings. Mr. Jennings: It's just Jennings, sir. Morris Weissman: Then thank you, just Jennings. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Mrs Wilson, absolute crisis. I've just found out that Mr Weissman won't eat meat. I don't know what to do and I can't ask Mrs Croft. I simply don't dare. Mrs. Wilson: Everything's under control your ladyship. Mr Weissman's valet informed us as soon as he after he arrived so we've prepared a special version of the soup, he can eat the fish and the hors d'oeuvres, there'll be a welsh rarebit for the game course, I'm not sure what we're going to do about the entree but we'll think of something. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Thank you Mrs Wilson. Ten steps ahead as always. Which one of you is Mr Weissman's valet? Henry Denton: I am, your Ladyship. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Are you indeed. Yes. Well. Thank you for your... [pause while she takes a good look at him] Lady Sylvia McCordle: efficiency. [leaves] George (First Footman): [to Denton] You're all set then. Mary Maceachran: What do I do with her Ladyship's jewels? Elsie (Head Housemaid): This way. George is in charge of the safe, he's the first footman and you want to watch where he puts his hands. Elsie (Head Housemaid): God, look at this, machine made lace. Barnes: How couture! Elsie (Head Housemaid): I hate cheap clothes. They're twice the work and they never look as good. Constance: Mabel is so clever to pack light. Why should one wear a different frock each evening, we're not in a fashion parade. Mary Maceachran: Where's Mrs Croft? George (First Footman): Always eats with her own staff. Mary Maceachran: Does she take her pudding to Mrs Wilson's room? Our cook does that. George (First Footman): Fat chance, they hate each other. Robert Parks: Can't a man hate his own father? Robert Parks: [has just kissed Mary, long pause] Ooh. I've been wanting to do that ever since I first set eyes on you. George (First Footman): You naughty, naughty girl. George (First Footman): What's the matter with you? Albert: I just thought *I'd* be dressing Mr Novello. George (First Footman): And now you won't get to see him in his underdraws. Better luck next time. Robert Parks: Here we go again. Mary Maceachran: That's just it. I've never done a real houseparty before. Not properly anyway. Elsie (Head Housemaid): How come you got taken on as a countess lady's maid if you've got no experience? Mary Maceachran: She wants to train me. She said she didn't care about experience. Elsie (Head Housemaid): She didn't want to pay for it, you mean. [on Sir William's death] Ethel: Why would anyone want to kill Sir William? Mrs. Croft: Well, he wasn't exactly Father Christmas. Constance, Countess of Trentham: He's still got that vile little dog, I see. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Yes, the ones we hate last forever. Mrs. Croft: He was a hard-hearted randy old sod. Robert Parks: My name is Parks... Robert Parks. Constance, Countess of Trentham: Difficult colour... green. Mr. Jennings: Mr. Meredith. Barnes: Hmm? Mr. Jennings: You haven't seen Commander Meredith anywhere, have you? Barnes: No. Mr. Jennings: He never came downstairs and he's not in his room. Barnes: Mr. Jennings, I've washed him and dressed him. If he can't find his way to the drawing room, it isn't my fault. Arthur: George has had his revenge on Mr. Denton- hot coffee in the lap. Baron Raymond Stockbridge: Do you really have to go back to London? Anthony Meredith: I am afraid so, Raymond. When you're ruined, there's so much to do. Sir William McCordle: Yes, there is, isn't there? Moan, moan, moan. Probert: I'll murder that dog one day. Look at that. All over his waistcoat. Mary Maceachran: What's Lord Stockbridge like? Robert Parks: He thinks he's God Almighty. They all do. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Far be it from me to contradict Louisa. Isobel McCordle: Is Rupert here? Lady Sylvia McCordle: Yes. Isobel McCordle: Shall I go and say hello? Lady Sylvia McCordle: No. I don't think so. Jeremy Blond: Face it. You're a younger son with the taste of marquess and the income of a vicar. Inspector Thompson: Well, you see, this is why we have rules and regulations, isn't it? Lady Sylvia McCordle: Please tell me you haven't come with condolences. Constance, Countess of Trentham: Are any of the others getting up for breakfast? The women, I mean. Mary Maceachran: I think Lady Lavinia may be. Constance, Countess of Trentham: That settles it. Come back at half past eight. I'll get dressed. It's the greatest bore, of course, but I don't want to miss anything. Henry Denton: Who is it? Lottie: Oh, I'm ever so sorry, sir. Henry Denton: Sorry for what? Lottie: I'm supposed to get the fire lit without waking you. Henry Denton: Why does everyone treat me as if I were one of these stupid snobs? I spent half the week downstairs with all of you. Lottie: You can't be on both teams at once, sir. Bertha: I can't stop thinkin' about those girls. The ones that got, you know... Mrs. Croft: Well, I'm not surprised, the way you carry on. Just see it never happens to you, that's all. Mary Maceachran: Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Elsie (Head Housemaid): At least I know that gives me room for manoeuvre. Elsie (Head Housemaid): George? George (First Footman): They're coming in a minute. The dressing bell's just gone. Elsie (Head Housemaid): I'm going out of my mind up there. I've read all my magazines twice. You couldn't pinch something out of the library for me? I don't care if it's Horse and Hound, as long as I haven't read it. Lewis: You should know to pack your woollies when you come to this house. Louisa Stockbridge: I didn't expect anything half as exotic. Arthur: Something funny about that bloke. George (First Footman): His accent for a start. Constance, Countess of Trentham: If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion. Except with my own secrets, of course. Lady Sylvia McCordle: Oh, don't worry about him. He's just an American staying with us. Constable Dexter: Sir, someone's traipsed a load of mud in down here. Inspector Thompson: Not now, Dexter, please. Constable Dexter: Inspector, there's a broken coffee cup down here. Inspector Thompson: Dexter, they have people to clear these things up. You get on with your own job. Maid: Do you think he's the murderer? Robert Parks: It's worse than that - he's an actor! Mary Maceachran: They said Sir William was planning to cut Lady Sylvia out of his will in favour of Miss Isobel. Constance, Countess of Trentham: That's nothing. In the new will, Sir William left Lady Stockbridge 100,000 pounds. Sylvia thinks it's a huge joke, especially since she won't have to pay it. Constance, Countess of Trentham: The time to make up your mind about people is never. Constance, Countess of Trentham: So what's the gossip in the servant's quarters? Mary Maceachran: Um, nothing my lady. Constance, Countess of Trentham: Nonsense. Come on, out with it. Mary Maceachran: Well, is it true that Sir William could have married Lady Stockbridge if he'd wanted to? Constance, Countess of Trentham: Is that what they're saying? Mary Maceachran: Only that Lord Carton was after Sir William for one of them but he didn't care which. Constance, Countess of Trentham: What would you say if I told you, they cut cards for him. [after maintaining her iron reserve throughout the whole film, Mrs. Wilson goes to her room and closes the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Crofts goes in and finds her collapsed on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably] Mrs. Croft: Don't cry, Jane. They'll hear you. [Mrs. Wilson can't stop crying] Mrs. Croft: Come on. You did what you thought was best for him at the time. I see that now. Mrs. Wilson: Lizzie... I've lost him, Lizzie. I've lost him, he'll never know me. My boy... [sobs] Mrs. Wilson: Oh, my boy! Mrs. Croft: [putting a hand on her shoulder] At least your boy is alive. He's alive. That's what matters. [Mrs. Wilson touches her sister's face, and hugs her, crying softly] [Constance's car is pulled over to the side of the road] Morris Weissman: Hello? Is everything all right? Are you ok? Constance, Countess of Trentham: Am I *what*? Mary Maceachran: What will Lady Sylvia do now? Lewis: If I were her, I'd set up in London as a glamorous widow with all the gentlemen chasin' me for my money! |
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