The Gay Sisters

DON'T STAND

HERE. COME ON, COME ON.

IF YOU'VE NO RESPEC FOR THE DEAD,

AT LEAST HAVE SOME

FOR THE LIVING.

AND NOW YOUR:

SIGNATURE, PENN.

OH...

NO, NO,

JUST A MINUTE, PENN.

YOU MUST ASK THEM

TO WITNESS IT, YOU KNOW,

AT THE SAME TIME TELLING

THEM THAT THIS DOCUMENT IS

YOUR LAST WILL:

AND TESTAMENT.

OH, I... I FORGOT.

THE LAW IS MOST EXPLICIT,

ISN'T IT, MR. GAYLORD?

MR. KEITH,

MR. GIBBON...

THIS DOCUMEN IS MY WILL,

AND I WANT YOU TO

WITNESS MY SIGNATURE.

YES, SIR.

I HAVE ASKED YOU ALL

TO ASSEMBLE HERE...

NOT ONLY TO SAY:

GOOD-BYE TO YOU

BEFORE SAILING:

FOR FRANCE TONIGHT,

BUT TO TELL YOU HOW HAPPY

YOU'VE MADE MY LIFE HERE.

I SHALL NEVER FORGE YOUR KINDNESS...

YOUR LOYALTY...

YOUR DEVOTION.

MY GRANDFATHER:

BUILT THIS HOUSE.

HE BROUGHT HIS BRIDE HERE TO

LIVE IN IT, AS I DID AFTER HIM.

YOU, BENSON...

YES, SIR.

YOU WERE HERE:

IN MY FATHER'S DAY.

YES, SIR.

YOU KNOW HOW A GAYLORD

HOME IS EXPECTED TO BE RUN.

YES, SIR.

I DON'T KNOW WHEN

I SHALL COME BACK,

BUT WHEN I DO, I WAN TO WALK IN THE DOOR

AND FIND EVERYTHING

EXACTLY AS I LEFT IT.

FOR 3 GENERATIONS, A STANDARD OF

PERFECTION HAS BEEN MAINTAINED.

I EXPECT I TO CONTINUE...

INTO THE FOURTH:

GENERATION-

A GAYLORD HOUSE RUN

BY GAYLORD SERVANTS

IN THE GAYLORD:

MANNER.

THANK YOU, AND...

GOOD-BYE.

GOOD-BYE, SIR.

GOOD LUCK, SIR.

I DON'T NEED TO TELL YOU

TO BE A GOOD GIRL, SUSANNA.

YOU'RE ALWAYS A GOOD GIRL.

I SOMETIMES WONDER WHERE A

GAYLORD GOT SO MUCH GOODNESS.

EVELYN THE SECOND...

GROW UP AS BEAUTIFUL

AS YOUR MOTHER, DARLING,

AND YOU'LL BE A VERY

FORTUNATE LITTLE LADY, INDEED.

OH, SWEETHEART.

YOU MAY PUT EVELYN AND

SUSANNA TO BED, NURSE.

MISS FIONA?

SHE HAS TO STAY UP TO SEE

ME OFF AND TAKE THINGS OVER.

YES, SIR.

COME ALONG, DEAR.

YOU KNOW, FIONA, YOU'RE

THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE NOW.

THIS CALLS FOR A DRINK.

BENSON, A BOTTLE

OF PORT, PLEASE-

THE VINTAGE MY FATHER LAID

DOWN FOR ME THE DAY I WAS BORN.

YES, SIR.

AND TAKE MISS FIONA WITH

YOU TO THE WINE CELLAR.

MISS FIONA?

SHE'S THE HEAD

OF THE HOUSE NOW.

WHEN I WAS:

JUST ABOUT HER AGE,

MY FATHER WENT OFF TO

THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR,

AND I WENT DOWN TO

THE CELLAR WITH BENSON

FOR A BOTTLE OF PORT LAID DOWN

THE DAY MY FATHER WAS BORN...

ONLY I WAS A SON,

AND FIONA'S A DAUGHTER.

BUT SHE'S MY SON,

MR. VAN RENNSAELER.

SHE'S A GAYLORD,

THROUGH AND THROUGH.

THERE IT IS-1887.

NOW, MISS FIONA, WE'LL

LAY IT IN ITS CRADLE

AS GENTLY AS A BABY.

I'LL DO IT MYSELF.

GENTLY, NOW.

I KNOW.

IT'S A VINTAGE PORT,

AND A CRUST FORMS

INSIDE THE BOTTLE,

AND IF I SHAKE IT,

IT GETS INTO THE WINE.

SO I WON'T SHAKE IT.

A GAYLORD IF EVER

THERE WAS ONE...

AND A REDHEADED GAYLORD,

AT THAT!

IT'S NOT RED.

IT'S AUBURN.

THERE YOU ARE,

BENSON.

THANK YOU,

MISS FIONA.

TO YOU, MY DEAR,

AND TO ALL THOSE WHO DIED

SO BRAVELY WITH YOU...

AND TO ALL OF US WHO ARE

GOING TO AVENGE THOSE DEATHS.

AND TO YOU, PENN,

A SAFE VOYAGE:

AND A SAFE RETURN.

SAFETY ISN'T ENOUGH.

LET'S DRINK TO VICTORY.

EVEN THOUGH YOUR SAFETY

MEANS LITTLE TO YOU, PENN,

YOU'VE CERTAINLY LEF NO STONE UNTURNED

TO ASSURE THE SAFETY

OF YOUR LITTLE GIRLS.

THIS WILL IS AS:

INDESTRUCTIBLE AS TIME ITSELF.

GOOD NIGHT, MY DEAR.

GOOD NIGHT,

MR. VAN RENNSAELER.

I HOPE YOU'LL FIND TIME

TO CALL ON US.

IT WILL GIVE ME:

GREAT PLEASURE.

AND IF YOU SHOULD NEED ME,

YOU REMEMBER I'M TO TAKE

YOUR FATHER'S PLACE

WHILE HE'S GONE.

NO ONE COULD TAKE MY

FATHER'S PLACE... UNTIL I DO.

BUT THANK YOU JUST THE

SAME, MR. VAN RENNSAELER.

I TOLD YOU-

THIS IS MY SON.

WELL, GOOD-BYE, PENN.

GOOD-BYE, SIR,

AND THANK YOU.

GOOD LUCK.

SIT DOWN, FIONA.

NO, NOT THERE.

SIT IN THE CHAIR.

I SAT IN THAT CHAIR, FIONA, THE

NIGHT BEFORE MY FATHER WENT TO WAR,

AND HE TOLD ME SOME THINGS

THAT I'M GOING TO TELL YOU.

YOU SEE...

YOU'RE NOT JUST A SMITH

OR A JONES OR A BROWN.

YOU'RE A GAYLORD, AND YOU

MUST ALWAYS BE A GAYLORD,

AND YOU MUST NEVER

SELL THE LAND.

YOU MEAN NEVER?

I MEAN NEVER.

THE LAND IS:

THE GAYLORD'S RELIGION.

WE BELIEVE IN IT ALMOS MORE THAN WE BELIEVE IN GOD.

FIONA, WHEN THE FIRS AMERICAN GAYLORD

WAS LYING ON:

HIS DEATHBED,

HE TOLD HIS FAMILY,

"NEVER SELL.

NEVER SELL THE LAND."

AND HE DIED.

THAT WAS NEARLY:

150 YEARS AGO.

WE STARTED BUYING LAND

AT THE BATTERY,

AND WE CONTINUED

TO BUY LAND.

WE PICKED UP A FEW PLOTS

ALONGSIDE OF TRINITY CHURCHYARD

AND ALONG THE COW PATH.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COW

PATH IS CALLED NOW, FIONA?

NO, FATHER.

WALL STREET.

THEN THE GAYLORDS

WENT ON TO BUY STEEL

AND MINES AND RAILROADS

AND WHALING SHIPS.

THEY GREW RICHER

AND RICHER.

THEY WENT TO EUROPE AND TO

HARVARD... AND TO THE DOGS.

BUT THEY NEVER:

SOLD THE LAND.

AND NOW, FIONA,

YOU'RE THE GAYLORD WHO'S

GOING TO CARRY ON IN MY PLACE.

ALWAYS BE A GAYLORD,

AND NEVER SELL THE LAND.

NO, FATHER.

PROMISE?

I PROMISE.

THE CAR:

IS WAITING, SIR.

GOOD-BYE, BENSON.

COME BACK SOON, SIR.

IT'S TIME TO GO TO BED

NOW, MISS FIONA.

I'M MISS GAYLORD, NOW

THAT MY FATHER IS GONE,

AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO

TELL ME WHEN TO GO TO BED.

YES, MISS GAYLORD.

TELL THE HOUSEKEEPER I'LL

SEE HER IN THE MORNING.

YES, MISS GAYLORD.

THANK YOU, BENSON,

AND...

AND GOOD NIGHT.

THANK YOU,

MISS GAYLORD.

GOOD NIGHT.

GENTLEMEN, THIS WILL...

THIS WILL IS ABSOLUTELY

INCONSTESTABLE.

WHAT YOU:

TAKING OUT, JOE?

GAYLORD ESTATE-

JUDGE BARROWS' COURT.

THE WHOLE WORKS?

1919 TO 1941.

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