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The Old Dark House |
| Year |
1932 |
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Rebecca Femm:
They were all godless here. They used to bring their women here - brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. They filled the house with laughter and sin, laughter and sin. And if I ever went down among them, my own father and brothers - they would tell me to go away and pray, and I prayed - and left them with their lustful red and white women.
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Horace Femm:
The fact is, Morgan is an uncivilized brute. Sometimes he drinks heavily. A night like this will set him going and once he's drunk he's rather dangerous.
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Horace Femm:
It's only gin, you know. Only gin. I like gin.
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[repeated line]
Horace Femm:
Have a potato.
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Sir William Porterhouse:
Oh, nothing like roast beef when a man's hungry.
[sings]
Sir William Porterhouse:
Oh, the roast beef of Old England... how does that go? Do you remember that Mr Waverton or was that before your time?
Philip Waverton:
Penderel's our song expert.
Sir William Porterhouse:
Oh, so you're musical, are you? Well, I've got a bit of a good ear myself...
Horace Femm:
[knocking loudly on the table] Have a potato!
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Horace Femm:
[picking up a bunch of flowers] My sister was on the point of arranging these flowers.
[He tosses them into the fire]
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Rebecca Femm:
What is it? What do they want?
Horace Femm:
Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm.
Roger Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton:
How do you do?
Rebecca Femm:
What are they doing here? What do they want?
Roger Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton:
How do you do?
Rebecca Femm:
What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What?
Horace Femm:
You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.
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Margaret Waverton:
It's a dreadful night.
Rebecca Femm:
What?
Margaret Waverton:
I said it's a dreadful night.
Rebecca Femm:
Yes, it's a very old house. Very old.
Margaret Waverton:
It's very kind of you to let us stay.
Rebecca Femm:
What?
Margaret Waverton:
I say you're very kind.
Rebecca Femm:
Yes it is a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf.
Margaret Waverton:
I understand.
Rebecca Femm:
Yes. No beds!
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Margaret Waverton:
Well, I know what I'm going to do. That is if Miss Femm will let me.
Rebecca Femm:
What?
Margaret Waverton:
I'm dreadfully wet and I'd be so glad if I could go and change my clothes.
Margaret Waverton:
What?
Rebecca Femm:
I wondered if I might go and change my things.
Margaret Waverton:
You look wet. You'd better go and change your things.
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Horace Femm:
We make our own electric light here, and we are not very good at it. Pray, don't be alarmed if they go out altogether
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Roger Penderel:
There's someone outside.
Rebecca Femm:
They can't come in!
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Rebecca Femm:
No beds!
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[Morgan slowly opens the door]
Morgan:
[groaning and muttering]
Roger Penderel:
Even Welsh ought not to sound like that!
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Gladys DuCane:
I know wind when I see it.
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Rebecca Femm:
[feels the fabric of Margaret Waverton's low-cut gown] ... fine stuff, but it'll rot.
Rebecca Femm:
[touches Margaret's skin above the neckline] ... finer stuff still, but it'll rot too!
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