Little Lord Fauntleroy

Synopsis: Ceddie, Earl of Dorincourt's only grandson and heir lives in America with his mother. The Earl, getting old, asks them to come to England. Ceddie, now Lord Fauntleroy, is an adorable little fellow. The Earl, who at first was rather distant, becomes more en more fond of him. Then Minna shows up. She claims she was married to the Earl's eldest son and that her son, being their child, is the Earl's true heir...
Genre: Drama, Family, Romance
Director(s): Jack Gold
Production: United Artists
  Won 1 Primetime Emmy. Another 1 nomination.
103 min

Every journey into the unfamiliar

is an adventure.

Mine even more so.

I was in search of a

very special small boy.

I knew I wouldn't find him among

the stately mansions of the privileged.

But it was totally unprepared for the

neighborhood where my search would end.

What kind of child could

such a ghetto melting pot spawn?

I anticipated the worst.

Good morning, Dick.

- How's the boy?

- No complaints.

Wish I could say the same.

Jake giving you trouble again?

Give you a piece of advice, Freddie.

Don't never ever

take a drinking man for a partner.

I won't.

Gotta see Hobbs the grocer.

See you later Dick.

See ya.

Good morning, Mr. Hobbs.


We booted a man out of the White House.

And what happens?

Them Republicans in Congress

are still trying to do us in.

What're they doing now, Mr. Hobbs?

Doing? Nothing!

That's what they're doing!

Never a thought

for the poor working man.

Or a small tradesmen like myself.

Oh no no..

They're too busy trying to figure a way

to let the rich stuff their pockets!

You grow up.

You be a Democrat, you hear?!

You'll be pleased with me, Mr. Hobbs.


Now what can I do for you, sonny?

Mama says kindly fill this order.

Put it on her account.

On mama-on your ma, right?

Well, have a cracker. Tit yourself

down the barrel while I see this.


How come Mary ain't doing the market?

She went to the factory to bring

more shirt work for my ma to sew.

Your ma is a fine lady, sunny.

Never met a dearer soul.

I guess that's why

my papa calls her "dearest."

I reckon so, Ceddie.

Keep this to yourself.

I call my ma "dearest" sometimes too.

And why wouldn't you, Ceddie?

Seeing as how she was

left a widow so young-

It's kind of up to you to

take your pa's place, right?

My papa has been gone a long time now.

Can't say I rightly remember him

much anymore.

Oh? He left his mark on you, you know.

You got a way of talking that

ain't exactly true blue American.

It's hardly surprising

since he was British.

I hope you will turn it against

me that my papa was British.

Seeing as how you don't

like the British for much.

By my lights, you're an American.

Whether your pa chooses to marry

a spunky American girl-

-and make him miss his country.

I am American!

But if you don't mind me asking, why

don't you like the British very much?

It ain't the common folk I don't like.

But them aristocrats!

Them that keeps the common folk

in servitude!!

Mark my words, Ceddie.

The day will come

when the downtrodden

rise in righteous wrath.

Blow all them lords

and earls and marquises sky high!

Maybe they wouldn't be lords and earls

and marquises if they knew any better.

Don't you believe it, Ceddie.

There's glory in it.

Have you ever known any aristocrats?

Not likely!

If one of them showed his ugly face

in my establishment, I'd heave him out!

I'll have no grasping tyrants

sitting on my barrels!

Just set your groceries

on the table, Ceddie.

All right, Mama.

Are you hungry?

Not now.

Mr. Hobbs treated me

to a sparkling apple.

A fine talk too.

I'm sure he did.

I got to your place finally.

Far too much for me to carry.

It ain't the bundles do me in.

It's them five flights of stairs.

And my little darling

did the marketing.

Mr. Hobbs asked after you.

I think he's sweet on you.

How foolish of him.

Can I go out, mama?

The boys are waiting on me.

For you. yes, run along.

Were they pleased with the

finished waists, Mary?

And why not? Seeing you work

your fingers to the bone!

And doing such fine stitching.

Thank you, Captain.

Pardon me.

The search for the boy has led me here.

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