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1 Come on, girls. Anybody? Anybody else? Jenny. Again. Isn't it because Mr Rochester's blind? Yes, Jenny. I've got an English essay to do by tomorrow morning. Right. So the only sound I want to hear coming through the ceiling... ...is the sound of sweat dripping onto textbooks. Cello? No. No cello. I thought we agreed that cello was my interest or hobby? But it's already is your interest or hobby. So when they ask you at the Oxford interview... "What is your interest or hobby?" ...you can say, "the Cello". And you won't be lying. Look, you don't have to practise a hobby. A hobby is a hobby. Can I stop going to the youth orchestra, then? No! No. No. The youth orchestra is a good thing. That shows you're a joiner-inner. Yes. But, I've already joined in. So now I can stop. No! No. Well, that just shows the opposite, don't you see? No, that shows you're a rebel. But I want that in Oxford. No, you don't want people to even think for themselves. Of course I don't. Jenny. Should I wear like, Sunday best? You'd better, I'm afraid. Just to show my father you're a serious young man... ...not a teddy boy. Oh, God! I need to go. It'll bucket down in a minute. Alright... I'll see you at the weekend. Bye, then. Bye. Sorry. Sorry. Goodbye, my love. Come on. Come on. Stop it, now! Stop it! Oh no, look what you've done. The nice man is waiting for us. It fell off. Hello. Look... If you had any sense, you wouldn't take a lift from a strange man. But I'm a music lover, and I'm worried about your cello. So... ...what I propose is, you put it in my car and walk alongside me. How do I know you won't just drive off with the cello? Good point. How much does a new cello cost? Ten? Fifteen pounds? I don't know. Let's say... fifteen. No? Alright. Up to you. And that. I'm David, by the way. Jenny. Very good. How did the concert go? It was a rehearsal. The concert's next Thursday. What are you playing? Elgar. I think it's a shame he spent so much time in Worcester, don't you? Worcester's too near Birmingham. And you can hear that in the music. There's a terrible Brummy accent in there, if you listen hard enough. Anyway, Elgar and the Jews don't mix very well. I'm not a Jew! No. I am. Oh! I wasn't accusing you. Can I sit in the car with my cello? Jump in. I've never seen a car like this before. It's very chic. It's a Bristol. Not many of them made. Where to, madam? Just live round the corner. Worst luck! I'll see what I can do. I suppose cellists must go to a lot of concerts. We don't go to any concerts. We don't believe in them. Oh, they're real. So people say. Smoke? I'd better not. I live just up there. Why don't we believe in them? He'd say there's no point in them. Your father, this is? Oh, yes. They're just for fun. Apart from school concerts, which are no fun at all, ...so we go to those. They don't help you get on. Which of course is what is so wonderful about them. Anyway, you'll go one day. I know. I will. If I get to University... I'm going to read what I want... ...and listen to what I want. And I'm going to look at paintings and watch French films... ...and I'm gonna talk to people who know lots about lots. Good for you. Yes. Which University? Oxford. If I'm lucky. Did you go anywhere? I studied at what I believe they call the University of Life. I didn't get a very good degree there. Well, thank you for driving me home. You alright? You got it? Yes, it's fine. Thank you. My pleasure. I don't want to hear any French singing. French singing wasn't on the syllabus, last time I looked. Battenberg? Oh, thank you. So where are you applying, Graham? I'm not sure yet. When will you be sure? You can't let the grass grow under your feet, young man. I might take a year off. What for? I don't know yet. Maybe do some travelling, yeah, that sort of thing. Travelling? What are you, a teddy boy? You know she's going to Oxford, don't you? If we can get her Latin up to scratch. So while she's studying English at Oxford... ...you'll be the wandering Jew. Mr Mellor, I'm not a teddy boy. I'm... I'm a, uh, serious man. Young. No... yeah. A young man serious... man. They're for me! Who are they from? Gosh! Him. What's this? Jack, I'm afraid Jenny's been sent some flowers from a chap. A chap? What kind of chap? He's wishing me luck for tonight. Are you sure that's all he's wishing you? Where did he get the money from? He earns it, I expect. Earns it? Why isn't he in school? I don't... can we just go? Otherwise the good-luck flowers will actually be responsible for me... ...actually missing the concert. Which would be ironic, isn't it? I... I don't like it Objection noted. Jenny? Noted. Yeah, well... it's gotta be ten bob's worth of luck here, I mean... That's a bit much for a schoolgirl, isn't it? Oh, we can't leave it here. I mean, I'd burgle a house with flowers left outside. They'll think we're made of money. Thank you, Marjorie. Camus doesn't want you to like him. Feeling is bourgeois. Being engagee is bourgeois. He kills someone and he doesn't feel anything. His mother dies and he doesn't feel anything. I wouldn't feel anything if my mother dies. Does that make me an existentialist? No. That just makes you a cow. A cow. Well... After I've been to the university... I'm going to be French. And I'm going to Paris... ...and I'm going to smoke and wear black and listen to Jacques Brel. And I won't speak. Ever. Oh, cranky! What? Wait, here. Hello? Hello! Hello. Thank you. How did it go? Fine. I think. Well, I didn't mess my bit up. Nobody got thrown out of the orchestra afterwards. Always the mark of a cultural triumph. Listen. I'm glad I ran into you. What are you doing on Friday? Going to school. I meant the evening. Oh, of course. Nothing. Because I'm going to listen to some Ravel in St. John's Smith Square. My friends Danny and Helen would be coming too, ...so it wouldn't be, uh... I tell you what. I'll come and pick you up... ...and if your mother and father disapprove, ...then you can have the tickets and go with one of them. How does that sound? Thank you. And I'd like to go with you. Seven? Okay, fine. And probably go for a spot of supper afterwards. Supper? Hm, if you want to. Well, the thing is that... we probably would have eaten. Well, if you'd like supper, then perhaps on friday... ...you could, uh, not eat? Yes. Of course. A spot of supper? You've heard of supper? We've heard of it. But we've never eaten it. So, you're gonna have to tell us everything. Otherwise, it's not fair. I won't allow it! Fine. He's more than happy for you to take me. Fine. I will. Good. Well, where is it? St. John's Smith Square. Where's that? I don't know. I'm sure we could find out. It's in Westminster. Right next to the Abbey. How did you know that? I had a life before we were married, you know? He soon put a stop to that. Well, there we are. Where are we? We're near Westminster Abbey. I'm not going all the way over there. The trouble is, that's where St. John's Smith Square is. There must be something on locally. Where's the paper? She wants to see someone who can play. She doesn't want to see Sheila Kirkland scratching away. I'll take her. And how do you propose to get there? RAF helicopter? That's him. Oh, bloody hell. Jack! By the way, David's a Jew. A wandering Jew. So watch yourself. What did she mean by that? I've never said anything like that! It's just an expression! Look, I got nothing against the Jews... I'm glad to hear it. Hello. No, I didn't mean that I got against you.. No, of course I do mean that. Dad! No, it's that... sorry, it's just that... You're not the sort of person that I'd be against, But I wouldn't because... I'm not the kind of person who would be against... ...people. I'm Jack, and this is my wife Marjorie. You didn't tell me you had a sister, Jenny. Please. You're a lucky man, Jack. Yes, I suppose I'm. This is lovely. Thank you. I'm sorry. David, would you like a drink? I'd love one, Jack, but we're running a little late. If Jenny's ready, perhaps we'll shoot off. Actually, David, Dad has something he has to tell you. No, no, really... It... It was just a question. Point of reference. What's the best way to get to St. John's Smith square from here? It's a pretty straight run, really. A Up to Hammersmith, take the A through Kensington and you're there. Simple as that? Simple as that. Shall I book us some tickets? No. But... have her back by ten, David. I was hoping she might come with me afterwards... ...for a spot of supper with my aunt Helen. Oh, well... No... no, no. She's usually in bed by then. What if I promise to have her back by eleven thirty? Well, it's Friday night. And you're going all the way to the West End... Thanks, Jack. I appreciate it. Alright. Bye. Bye. Have a nice time. Hello. Hello. Are we late? No, I thought we're going to miss the beginning, ...and then it wouldn't be worth going in, ...and we could go off dancing or something. Helen is one of the more reluctant members of tonight's audience. Hello. Jenny, these are my friends Helen and Danny. Shall we? Fine. I'm sorry. That's alright. It's nice, isn't it? It's beautiful. Where did you get it from? Oh, in Chelsea somewhere. Oh, yours is... Well, it's good for this sort of concert, isn't it? Thank you. We should go shopping together one day, you and I, if you want. That would be nice. But Chelsea... C'est beaucoup trop cher pour moi. Sorry? I just said, um, it's too expensive for me. No, you didn't. You said something completely different. No, well... I said it in French. In French? Why? I don't know. Well, Chelsea is too expensive for me too, really. But, we don't have to worry about that. If you want something in Chelsea, just get David to take you shopping. Why would David want to take me shopping? I've booked a table at Juliette's. Will that kill the mood, do you think? Oh, I hope so. God, I always think I'm going to my own funeral... ...when I listen to classical music. That was classical, wasn't it? Yes. Very classical. As classical as you can get. Juliette's it is, then. Heaven forbid that we'd end the evening reflecting on our own mortality. I want a Sunday kind of lov A love to last past Saturday night Extraordinary woman right there, just like you, Helen. What about "Chante Francoise Sagan"? Have you heard that one? ... It's wonderful I've only got... Well, I think it's just called "Juliette Greco". The one with the eyes on the sleeve. I saved up and got my French conversation teacher... ...to bring it back after Christmas. You've got a French conversation teacher? Yes. Is that why you suddenly speak French for no reason? You never heard her sing? She's marvellous. You'd see her in Paris then, not here. David will take you. I'd love to. You'd fit right in. Better than here, really. ? Isn't it wonderful to find a young person who wants to know things? There's so much I want you to see. Are you alright to come and have a look at that... ...Pembroke Villas place with me on Friday, Danny? Oh, no. I can't. There's a Burne-Jones coming up at Christie's on Friday. Desperate to get my hands on it. You're thinking of buying a Burne-Jones? A real one? I just had a feeling that the pre-Raphaelites are going to take off. I love the pre-Raphaelites. Do you? Yes, of course. Um, Rossetti and Burne-Jones, anyway. Not Holman Hunt, so much. He's so garish. Oh, absolutely! Well, why don't we all go to the auction together? Auction? Gosh! How exciting! Next Friday morning. Friday, oh. You're busy? Yes. Too bad. What a pity! It's no problem. Are you sure you're busy? No. I'm sure I could re-arrange. That would be lovely. You got me wrapped around your little finger If this is love, it's everything I hoped it would be When we kiss, it's as if our lips agree That we were meant to be When we touch, What are you doing? I can't get this casserole dish clean. It's all burnt round... It's twenty-five to twelve. We finish tea at seven. I know what the time is. How was your evening? The best night of my life. Good night, Mom. I can think of two violins, one cello, ...two violas, a harp. I don't want to hear about Ravel. I want to know what else was on the program. Oh, there was nothing like that. He was a perfect gentleman. He just said he wanted to take me places and show me things. Things? Plural? My God! I knew that "Jane Eyre" would eventually work its magic upon you. I'm assuming that's what you're so animated about. Of course. "Jane Eyre" and Jenny's new boyfriend. He's not my "new boyfriend". Oh, sorry. He's more a man-friend actually. He's got a sports car, Ms. Stubbs. It's maroon. So could we call him, uh, Mr. Rochester figure? I think he must be as blind as Mr. Rochester. You may or may not have noticed, I'm trying to stir the subject away... ...from Jenny's lurid love-life and into the matter in hand. And it's clear from this evidence... ...that most of you know far too much about the former... ...and next to nothing about the latter. Reluctantly, I have to admit that Jenny is clearly an expert on both. Excellent as always, Jenny. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Any further bids? Sold them for guineas. Hello. You're late. We now turn to lot . "The Tree of Forgiveness" by Sir Edward Burne-Jones. This is a rare opportunity to purchase a key work of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Who will start me off at guineas? Is it that one? Yes, that's the one. Fifty guineas? Twenty guineas? Thank you. Forty? Thank you. Do I hear sixty? Eighty guineas? Thank you, sir. Another one, one hundred guineas? One hundred and twenty? No further bids? Your turn. What? Any further bids? Any more? Quick! One hundred and twenty guineas from the very eager new bidder. One hundred and forty, madam? Thank you. One hundred and sixty? One hundred and eighty. Thank you. Two hundred guineas? Two hundred and twenty? Another one, madam? Sold for two hundred guineas. Thank you. Your name, please? Mellor. Now we move on to lot . Thank you very much. I couldn't have possibly bought it without you. Just a couple of years ago, you'd pick one of them for fifty quid. No one was interested. Oh, I'd have been so interested. As you can see, I just love things. That's not a Lockey-Hill! There aren't many people who come in here and say that. Certainly not me. Oh, it's beautiful. Do you play? I used to. I vowed to myself that one day I'd own one of these. And now I do, I want to never touch it. It's vulgar really, putting it on display. Give it to Jenny. Huh? I think that would be even more vulgar. Play for us, Jenny. No. I mean, one day. When I'm good enough. Oh, she's good enough now. David, you've never seen me play. I can come and hear you in Oxford, when you get there. We should all go and spend a weekend in Oxford. Straw boaters... punting, cream teas, anti... Boats? ...quarian bookshops. Bit of business, if we can find it. What about next weekend? Yes. I wouldn't be allowed to do that. I'll talk to them. You're going to ask my father... ...if you can take me away for the weekend? He'd have you arrested. We'll see. I bet you can't. How much? I'd be careful, if I were you, Jenny. You don't know who you're dealing with. Half-a-crown. You're on. How do you know Danny? Oh, you know. We kept bumping into each other, ...and we became pals, ...ended up doing a bit of business together, when it suits us. What kind of business? Property. A bit of art dealing. Some buying and selling. This and that... Alright, just be two ticks. Okay. Mr. Goldman, good to see you. Madam. Alright. Alright, I got this one. And, um... Put me down. Go on, then. Sorry about that. How do you know those Negro people? They're clients. Clients? Schwarzers have to live somewhere. It's not as if they can rent off their own kind, is it? Test results for the Virgil translation. We'll start from the bottom... Patricia. Absent. Margaret. Jenny. That would just about scrape a pass in the exam proper. Not good enough for Oxford candidates. It's her Latin, isn't it? Everyone's doing their best, Jack. But what if everyone's best isn't good enough? What do we do then? Hm? Well, perhaps the whole thing's been a waste of money anyway. You don't mean that. Well, what's she going to do with an English degree? And if she's going to spend three years playing that bloody cello... ...talking in French to a bunch of... beatniks, Well, I'm... I'm just throwing good money after bad. I wish she might meet a nice lawyer. But she could do that at a dinner dance tomorrow. Oh, that's the point of an Oxford education. Isn't it, Dad? It's the expensive alternative to a dinner dance. What about private tuition? Can anybody hear me? How much this is going to cost me? Five shillings an hour. Maybe a little more for A-level. Five bob! We'll spend five bob here, we'll spend five bob there, ...and next thing we know that's our savings down the drain. And what else are we spending five bob on? What else are we spending six pence on? Oh, nothing? No, nothing! All of this is free. This vase... is free. It was, actually. It was a present from Auntie Vi. That chair, this sofa... it's all free. We don't have to pay for any of it. You see, that's the beauty of life, Jenny. You don't have to pay for anything. You know, there's a lovely Oxford tree growing in the garden. Lucky for you, because that's Oxford taken care of. And there's a whole orchard of school trees. So that school is free. And I think there's even a private tuition tree in there. I'll just go and check, shall I? Jack? Oh, that's alright, Marjorie. Don't worry, I'll be in a second. Because I think there's a whole clump of them... ...surrounding the pocket money tree. I'll just go and make sure they're all nice and safe, shall I? Oh, by the way, you might be lucky. There might be a man with deep pockets growing out there. Because God know you gonna need one. Well, you can always go to secretarial college with Hattie. Oh, thanks. Charming! Oh, God, no. Hello. Hello... Graham. I haven't seen you in ages. It all went wrong, didn't it? The, uh... The tea-party, I mean. Was it because of the year off thing? Because I... No. I just have so much work to do... ...if I'm gonna get the grades I need. Yeah. She doesn't have time for boys. Bye, Graham. Bye. Oh, he does all the Goons. No, my Eccles is no good. Oh, no, you've got him. No, no... Hello? Oh, Jenny... ...David does the most fantastic Bluebottle. You came to see my parents? Oh, why is that so hard to imagine? Why are you drinking? It's not Christmas! Well, there's a lot you don't know about us, young lady. We had a life before you came along. Hm, that's true. I'm only going on what I've seen over the last sixteen years. I'm trying to think what you missed. Nothing much comes to mind. Anyway, I've got a huge pile of Latin translation to do. You didn't tell us David went to Oxford. No... I didn't. For all the good it did me. Isn't that funny? Extraordinary! I was just telling Jack that I'm going back next weekend. I go and visit my old English professor every now and again. See, that's what you need, Jenny. Someone on the inside track. It's not always what you know, is it, David? Too true. Have you ever come across Clive Lewis? Dad's never come across anyone. He wrote a children's book called... "The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe" that did very well, I believe. C.S. C. S. Lewis? Well, to us he was just the old codger who taught Medieval literature. But I came to know him very well. We just... got along. Jenny used to devour those books. I'd love to meet him. I'm sorry. Am I being slow on the uptake? Would Jenny like to come with me at the weekend? No, not this weekend. But sometimes, perhaps. Yes. How often do you see him? Not very often, every couple of years. Maybe next time. Huh... Well, I suppose... Would she have to stay the night? I wouldn't recommend driving home after one of those Oxford dinners. Clive could get her a room at the college. That's easy enough. Seems like too good an opportunity to pass up. It wouldn't be a bother, would it, David? We walk along hand in hand Com