Genevieve

Sorry, sir!

- Is this the weekend, McKim?

- Yes, sir.

- Good luck.

- Thank you, sir.

- Sorry.

- Get along.

John!

Shove this into my locker,

will you?

- What's the big rush?

- Taking Genevieve to Brighton.

Good luck.

- Hi.

- Hello there.

Wendy!

Wendy!

Wendy!

Blast!

It's not locked, you know.

You shouldn't carry so much.

You made me break the eggs,

that's what!

- Hello.

- Hello.

What's the matter?

Teamers have ruined my best skirt.

Ruined it?

Yes, they pressed the pleats

the wrong way around.

How can you tell which way

a pleat should go?

- Alan!

- Yeah?

Proper lunch or proper dinner?

Proper dinner.

Are we doing anything this afternoon?

Yes, I am. Tinkering.

Genevieve's making strange noises.

Never makes anything else.

The bank.

We seem to be worth 133

pounds and nine pence.

Should be 143.

I drew out ten.

What for?

A surprise.

What kind of a...?

Hello, sport.

Give ear to that, will ya?

Very nice.

Nice? It's like a jet!

I just spent 25 quid

having her tuned up.

How are you, old boy?

Fine thanks.

And the beautiful Mrs. McKim?

She's in, I hope.

Wendy's in the kitchen.

How about this old crop?

Think she'll make it to Brighton?

Well, if she doesn't.

You'll have to take a train.

I'm giving a party

tomorrow night.

Just you, Wendy, Rosalind

and myself.

Who's Rosalind?

A woman I met at the races.

I use the term woman

in it's broadest sense.

I'll bet you do.

From the east to western end,

no jewel is like Rosalind!

She's equally keen on you.

Of course.

Keen? She's positively itching.

Lunch in 10 minutes.

Hello, Ambrose.

Hello, you georgeous creature.

Come on, let's live a little!

Kettle's boiling.

Ah, so am i.

You look wonderful today.

I'll come in and help you.

Why don't you flunk that wreck,

and buy a Spyker?

Silly ass.

Oh, I say. That smells delicious.

Wasn't very much.

Well, you know me.

Any sherry?

Help yourself.

How's the advertising business?

Ah, tedious.

But lucrative.

You have one, Wendy?

Thanks.

Who's the lucky girl this year?

One Rosalind Peters.

She's a model.

What does she model?

Well...

No, don't tell me.

I can guess.

She says they're wearing

the same thing in sweaters this year.

She seems very interested

in vintage cars.

Wait until she's bounced all

the way to Brighton and back.

Bounced?

My spyker doesn't bounce.

It flows.

You don't seem very excited

about the rally, if I may say so.

Not exactly beside myself.

If I didn't know you better

I'd say your enthusiasm is on the wane.

Oh Ambrose the whole thing's so silly.

Oh steady on girl,

the London-Brighton silly?

Well it tis. It's childish and a bore.

Does Alan know you

feel like that about it?

Of course not.

I couldn't possibly tell him.

Couldn't possibly tell me what?

Nothing.

- Well, tell me.

- No, it's nothing.

Ambrose is stayiing to lunch.

Brown or white?

What couldn't you possibly tell me?

The fact is old boy, there's

a spot of treachery in our midst.

- Wendy says...

- Ambrose!

Wendy says the London-Brighton is a bore.

Ambrose, I could...

Does than mean

you don't want to go?

No, of course I'll go.

You don't have to go you

know if you don't want to.

I don't?

Well, frankly children

this is beyond me.

Is there something

you'd rather do instead?

Well, is there?

Now just remember will you

I didn't bring this up, and

I didn't want to talk about it.

But, as it happens, Tania's

having a party tomorrow.

I'm having a party too

you, Alan and...

The one weekend in the year that

you know is important to me

And you'd rather go to a...

Of course I'd rather go to a party.

Does that make me abnormal or something?

I simply don't see what's so

wonderful about...

...getting into

a 50-year-old car and

Taking two days to drive to

Brighton and back.

Look Ambrose, if you don't...

Right. I was about to plead

a subsequent engagement.

Well, good luck sport.

I'm sorry, darling.

Of course I'll go.

- Perhaps it'll be better this year.

- No!

No what?

I'll make the run alone.

Oh, please!

If you're going to be moody

and long-suffering about it.

I? I moody and long-suffering.

Don't you think you're

being a little unfair?

No I don't. I think you're unfair.

If Ambrose hadn't come in.

Ambrose! Ambrose!

Let's leave him out of it.

That's the really unpleasant

aspect about this situation.

The fact that you talked to him...

Why shouldn't I talk to him.

He's our oldest friend isn't he?

He even introduced us.

I'd like to feel that when you had

a problem, you could discuss it with me.

I don't understand your eagerness

to confide in abrose claverhouse.

That's a beastly thing to say!

All right, then, so I'm unfair,

moody, long-suffering and beastly!

You know very well you were going

to ask me to give up the run and...

...take you to the party instead.

You would have asked me tonight.

I'm not going with you

This year, next year

or any year!

I'll never get into

that silly car again!

Your lunch is ready.

I don't want any lunch!

Then don't eat any lunch.

I can get it round to the pub!

Then go round to the blasted pub.

Why shouldn't I talk to him.

He's the oldest...

Wendy!

Wendy!

- Wendy, come and eat your lunch.

- Oh, go away.

- What on earth are you doing now?

- Cleaning my teeth.

Glass under the bathtub.

I knocked it out of the window.

Why sweep it under the tub?

I'll only have to get it out again.

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