Little Lord Fauntleroy Page #5
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1936
- 102 min
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man as brave as George Washington.
I'm glad earls are brave.
That's a great 'vantage.
Would you excuse me a moment, please?
There's someone I must see. - Oh, certainly.
There's, um, there's another
advantage of being an earl.
Some of them have a great deal of money.
That's a good thing to have. I wish I had
a great deal of money. - Do you? Why?
There's so many things
a person can do with money.
If I were rich, I'd buy the apple
woman a tent to put her stall in
and a stove. I'd give her a shawl, because
then her bones wouldn't feel so badly.
What else would you do
if you were rich?
I'd buy Dearest all sorts
of beautiful things. - Dearest?
I call Mother, "Dearest"
because Father did.
Then there's Dick.
- And who's Dick? - Dick's a bootblack.
I'd buy him some new cloths, some brushes
and a new sign - and start him out fair.
He says that's all he wants is to start
out fair. - Hmm. Is there anything else?
like a gold watch and chain.
But what would you get just
for yourself, if you were rich?
Isn't there one particular thing
you've dreaming of having? - Yes.
A pony... but I suppose that would
be too much to even dream about.
I'm so sorry.
A poor woman in trouble came to see me.
Oh, is it Bridget?
- Yes, dear.
I wish we could do something for her.
She has six children and her husband
is out of work.
He has inflammatory rheumatism and that's
the kind of rheumatism that's dreadful.
Before I left Dorincourt castle, the earl
said that if you expressed any wishes,
I was to gratify them and give you
anything you desired.
Now, here... here are five pounds -
in your money, 25 dollars.
If you have any desire to assist this
poor woman,
I am sure your grandfather would wish it.
- Can I have it now?
Can I give it to her this minute?
May I be excused, please, Dearest?
- Yes, Ceddie. - Bridget!
Bridget, wait a minute!
Here's some money!
My grandfather gave it to me!
It's for you!
That's a great deal of money, Mr.
Havisham. We've never had very much.
I'm just beginning to realize
the great power Ceddie will have.
Such a child still...
I'm a little afraid.
I think whom what I've seen of him
that you have nothing to fear.
Oh, I hope not. He mustn't be spoilt
by all these wonderful changes.
She cried!
She said she was crying for joy.
I newer saw anyone cry for joy before.
My grandfather must be a very good man.
It's more... more agreeable being an earl
than I thought it was going to be.
I'm going to be one!
Heh.
ERLESBORO ENGLAND
We always liked that little house, didn't
we, Dearest? - We always will like it.
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