"I'm having a glorious time, I like them all.
"They are the happiest family you could imagine.
"The fun of it is they think me a noodle,
"or Miss Wilcox does.
"Shall we ever learn to talk less?
"But Meg, Meg, dearest Meg, I don't know what to say,
"Paul Wilcox and I are in love.
- Well, you Schlegel girls! - Tibby, look.
Margaret, if I may interfere.
What on earth is going on?
I I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley, I know no more than you.
我 我不知道 朱莉娅阿姨,我不懂
We only met the Wilcoxes last spring, while hiking in germany.
Obviously someone must go to this Howards House.
- Howards End. - No, enquiries are necessary.
What do we know of them?
Are they likely people?
Aunt Juley, what does it matter?
Helen's in love! That's all I need to know.
Please get me a train timetable, dear.
Crane has reported sick again.
He was to take me to the Warringtons. I told him.
He's shamming, of course.
Hire a new chauffeur, Father.
Mother! We're off! goodbye!
Charlie! Wait! Wait!
- Is Papa there? - Yes.
We've got some cherries.
- About last night - Nothing happened.
- I lost my head rather. - Yes, we both did.
Must've been the moonlight except there was no moon.
Well, that's quite all right.
- Do you mind? - No.
You see, I've no money of my own,
and have to make my way in Nigeria.
It's beastly for a white woman, the climate and natives and all.
- I think you're ripping. - It's quite all right.
No one knows about it.
Meg! My sister.
- You didn't? - I'm sorry.
She's sure to come down.
We'll send a telegram. Oh, Crane's off sick.
- Isn't there a bicycle? - Yes, somewhere.
One and thruppence ha'penny, sir.
"N.J. Schlegel, 6 Wickham Place, London, West.
N.J. 史克丽侏 威克汉,伦敦,西部
"All over. Wish I'd never written. Tell no one. Helen."
Excuse me, I'm looking for Howards House?
Mr Wilcox? This lady wants Howards End.
Forgive me, are you the younger or elder Mr Wilcox?
Ahh. This station's abominable.
The whole lot should get the sack.
- Thank you. - Thank you, sir.
I should introduce myself. I am Miss Schlegel's aunt.
Oh, rather. Do you want to see her?
- That would be nice. - I could run you up.
All the Schlegels are exceptional.
They are British to the backbone,
but their father was german.
That is why they care for literature and art.
Wilcox! Howards End!
I come in no spirit of interference.
I'm here to represent the family,
and to talk to you about Helen,
my niece, and you.
Miss Schlegel and myself?
I trust there's no misunderstanding?
It is true I'm engaged, but not to Miss Schlegel.
Helen wrote to us, Mr Wilcox, she has told us everything.
good god, it's some foolery of Paul's.
- No, I'm not. - Then why say so?
- I did not. - You did!
My name is Charles.
You mean Paul and your niece ?
Look, I warn you, it's useless. Paul hasn't a penny.
The warning is all the other way.
But he hasn't told, your niece has.
If I were a man, Mr Wilcox, I'd box your ears.
You're not fit for my niece!
- She spread the news - Or to clean her boots.
- Might I finish?! - No! I decline to argue.
Let me out this instant!
- Don't stand up! Sit down! - Stop! Stop!
Sit down! goodness sakes! Just
It will, I think, be generally admitted
that Beethoven's Fifth is the most sublime noise
ever to have penetrated the ear of man.
But what does it mean?
We can hardly fail to recognise in this music
a mighty drama, the struggle of a hero beset by perils,
gliding to magnificent victory and ultimate triumph,
as it describes in the development section
of the first movement.
I want to draw your attention to the third movement.
We no longer hear the hero, but a goblin.
from beginning to end.
- I beg your pardon? - Why a goblin?
Well, it's obvious -
the goblin signifies the spirit of negation.
But why specifically a goblin?
- Panic and emptiness, - (Excuse me.)
is what the goblin signifies.
Minor, spelling panic
Our hero triumphs!
Excuse me, Miss! My umbrella!
Come on! In you go.
Astonishing bad luck,
that they could find no flat to rent
except the one against our window.
- Who could find no flat? - Oh, Tibby. The Wilcoxes.
Surely you remember that business last summer
with Helen and Paul Wilcox?
The one I was expected to thrash.
What is it? Is Tibby ill?.
Tibby's making tea.
Oh. Well, if it's nothing worse than that
Now, Helen Oh, dear,
something odd has happened.
Promise me you won't mind.
It's the Wilcoxes.
They've taken the flat opposite for the wedding of their son.
Will he say, "There lives the girl who tried to catch me."?
They've only taken the flat for a few weeks, the porter said.
Do we bow, or cut them dead?
Darling? Why not take up Cousin Frieda's invitation
and go to Hamburg for those few weeks?
Yes, I think I shall.
Not that it matters, but
one wouldn't want to keep bumping into Wilcoxes.
Don't hog all those scones, Tibby.
Is that young man for us?
Um, pardon me, Miss, you took my umbrella.
Quite inadvertently, I'm sure.
At the Ethical Hall. "Music and Meaning".
I do nothing but steal umbrellas.
Do come in and choose one.
Let's see, is yours hooky or knobbly?
Mine's knobbly, I think. How about this one?
You shouldn't open these indoors. Never mind.
It's gone along the seams, an appalling umbrella.
Has my sister stolen your umbrella?
Not again. She is an incorrigible thief. I am sorry.
I say, do stay for tea, Mr
- Bast. - Mr Bast!
Yes, stay for tea, Mr Bast, it's the least we can do.
Our brother's upstairs.
- He's soaked. Come up. - Come through. Bring him up.
What did you think of the lecture?
I don't agree about the goblins.
I always imagined a trio of elephants dancing at that point.
He obviously didn't. "Music and Meaning", Margaret.
Does music have meaning, of the literary kind?
- Pure slush. - guests.
- Mr Bast, take off your coat. - And your umbrella.
- Sit down. - Some tea?
How boring, if only the score.
China tea? Only the score? What an insidious "only".
- We do have other tea. - Thank you.
Here are some scones Tibby hasn't consumed.
We are so very sorry.
I hope you will come another day? Would you?
We should be so glad. Do take our card.
Thank you. If you'll excuse me, I really must be going.
I'll see you out. Sure you don't want a scone?
No, thank you. I must be going. goodbye.
Why didn't you make that young man welcome?
You must do the host a little.
You could have coaxed him into stopping,
instead of letting him be swamped by screaming women.
get your hot soup here!
Hot soup! Lovely and warm!
- I'm off my head with worrying. - About what?
- About you! - Let go, Jacky.
Every time I'm late you see me dead,
crushed in a gruesome accident.
People get killed and don't come home no more.
"Any more," Jacky. I told you I was going to a lecture,
on "Music and Meaning".
I lost my umbrella.
It's all right, I got it back.
You had your tea? I kept you a bit of tongue.
I'll have it, then.
Funny, isn't it? Every time I worry I get starvin' hungry.
Thoughts that go through my 'ead.
You listenin', Len?
Not only accidents, but that you'll get wet in the rain.
You said you lost your umbrella.
I said, "Lord, he'll catch cold,
"And where's the money to come from for the doctor?
"What if there's an accident, and they take him to hospital?.
- "With holes in his socks." - Jacky.
- I want to see. - What?
- The holes in your socks. - Oh, stop it, Jacky.
I'll just finish this chapter.
You love your Jacky, Len?
Will you let me read?
- You gonna make it all right? - Not that again?
We'll get married the day I'm 21.
I'd do it before
if it weren't for my brother'd come and put a stop to it.
What's he ever done for me?
That's right. What's anyone ever done?
It's just you and me.
If you left me I don't know what I'd do.
And who is Margaret Schlegel?.
Just a lady I met.
Oh, a lady? La-di-da.
Jacky, she's 100 years old.
Says you. That's where you had tea.
Nice cucumber sandwiches cut ever so thin?
"Ankle-deep he waded through the bluebells.
"His spirit rose and exalted,
"as he breathed in the sun-drenched air.
"The glorious day was in its last decline.
"Long shadows lay on the sward,
"and from above the leaves dripped their shimmering drops
"of gold-green light.
"Moths and butterflies swarmed in merry hosts,
"flittering here, glimmering there,
"but hush, could that be a deer?"
Oh, please show her in.
Why, Miss Schlegel.
How kind of you to call.
I've wanted to for ever so long.
But we haven't been here for ever so long.
You see, all that business last summer at Howards End
No, further than that, since we met at Speyer, you remember?
That restored cathedral we all hated so?
What I remember principally about Speyer
was the great pleasure of meeting you, Miss Schlegel.
Helen's gone to germany.
And Paul's gone to Nigeria.
So now we can meet because they can't.
What happened in the summer was unfortunate, don't you feel?.
Because - I'm sure you think the same - they should not meet.
They could fall in love, but can't live together.
In nine cases out of ten
Nature pulls one way and human nature the other.
I do rattle on. I shall tire you out in no time.
It is true I am not particularly well just today,
but I am so grateful for your visit, Miss Schlegel.
My husband and daughter are on a motoring tour in Yorkshire,
and the young couple on their honeymoon, Charles and Dolly.
May I see? How lovely.
They've gone to Naples.
I can hardly imagine my Charles in Naples.
- Doesn't he like travelling? - Oh, yes, he likes travel,
but he sees through foreigners so.
What he would enjoy most is a motor tour through England.
Charles takes after me, Miss Schlegel.
He truly loves England.
Not, of course, London. None of us love London.
It makes one feel so unstable.
With houses being torn down on all sides.
Including, in the foreseeable future, ours.
Are you having to leave Wickham Place?
In 18 months, when the lease expires.
- Have you been there long? - All our lives.
Oh. That is monstrous.
Oh, I do pity you from the bottom of my heart,
- Oh - Oh, you poor girls.
We are fond of the house, but it is an ordinary London house.
We shall easily find another.
Not in this world.
Not the house you were born in.
You'll never find that again.
Poor, poor girls.
Howards End was almost pulled down.
It would've killed me.
It's my house, left to me by my brother who died in India.
I even resisted when Henry, my husband,
wanted to make changes to improve the property.
He knew best, of course.
We even have a garage.
To the west of the house,
just beyond the chestnut tree,
where the pony used to be.
Where's the pony gone?
The pony? Oh, dead, ever so long ago.
But, and a tremendous but, they take poetry seriously.
They do take poetry seriously.
But is anything gained?
The germans were always striving for beauty.
Mrs Wilcox, my father was a german of the old school.
A philosopher, idealist, countryman of Hegel and Kant.
Isn't that your father's sword upstairs?
Yes, he was a soldier too, but so uncomfortable
about being on the winning side he never used it again
My idea has always been
if we could bring the mothers
of the various nations together
从 不同的国家 聚集在一起
then there would be no more war.
- Indeed, yes. - Absolutely.
If the mothers went there'd be no one to defend.
- Mrs Wilcox, jelly? - Thank you.
You are fortunate in your cook.
We have found it difficult to get reliable servants.
- It is difficult. - As unreliable as we are.
We expect them to listen to radical discussions.
Annie does very well. You're very patient with us.
We never discuss at Howards End.
Except perhaps sport.
But you should, discussion keeps the house alive.
You will laugh at my old-fashioned ideas.
it would be wiser to leave action and discussion to men.
But where would we be with the suffrage?
I am only too thankful not to have the vote myself.
Shall we go up for coffee?
Duncan, will you lead the way?
- Take Berkeley, for example. - He's striving for something.
What interesting lives you all lead.
It's no use pretending you enjoyed lunch,
but I hope you will forgive me by coming again, alone,
or by asking me to you.
I enjoyed my lunch. I wish I could have joined in more.
You you're so clever,
No, it's very kind, but I'm neither, I'm afraid.
You've kept me from brooding.
I'm too apt to brood.
I don't know, I really don't know.
I think about my house.
You've never seen Howards End. I want to show it to you.
This is scientific Christmas shopping, a list.
A list? What a good idea.
Why don't you put your name at the top?
Oh, hooray. How very kind of you to start with me.
Schlegel. Now, next, shall I put Mr Wilcox?
I know, it's these I mean.
What do you think of that?
Ohhh, yes! Thank you very much.
- good, I'm glad. - You are wonderfully efficient.
- Could we wrap that? - Certainly.
But your name still remains at the top of the list.
Yes. So, Dolly, there she goes.
I would like to give you something worth your friendship.
Couldn't you get it renewed?
- I beg your ? - The lease of your house.
Have you been thinking of that?
Surely something could be done?
No, values have risen. They mean to pull down Wickham Place.
- How horrible. - Landlords are horrible.
So are the flats they build.
I fail to understand how people actually choose to live in them.
There we are, thank you.
I'm sorry. We shouldn't have done this today.
No, no, we had to do it before.
- Before? - Before my operation.
I still haven't told my family yet, everyone hates illnesses.
Oh, that's as it should be.
There's a chestnut tree at Howards End.
It has pigs' teeth stuck in the trunk, 4 feet from the ground.
Yes, the teeth of a pig.
The country people put them there long ago,
and they think if they chew a piece of the bark
it will cure the toothache.
Yes, I love folklore and the old superstitions.
It's curious - unlike greece, England has no true mythology.
All we have are witches and fairies.
Will you come with me to Howards End?
I would so much like to!
- Come with me now. - It is too late, surely?
I want you to see it.
And I want to see it. It sounds such a glorious place.
Yes. I lived there before I was married.
I was born there.
Well, might I come some other day?
Yes some other day.
Well, a thousand thanks, Miss Schlegel, for your help.
It is a comfort to have the presents off my mind.
I do admire your choice.
- I will come if I still may. - Return to Hilton.
- You must stop the night. - Yes.
In the morning my house looks best.
Two returns, please.
I can't show you my meadow except in sunlight.
It was so romantic in Italy.
The two trains stopped either side, and I opened a window
and this man just handed a rose across. I don't where he got it.
- Was he Italian? - I think so.
- He'd have to be Italian. - Mother!
Evie? My dearest girl!
- Ruth? - Aren't you in Yorkshire?
We crashed. going to Howards End?
- Darling. - How are you?
Fit as a fiddle. Remember Miss Schlegel?.
Miss Schlegel?. Yes, Happy Christmas.
We crashed the car in Yorkshire.
We must go - you can't go to Howards End, it's ten to five.
Miss Schlegel, our little outing will have to be another day.
There's a german expression for that, Miss Schlegel?.
"Aufgeschoben ist nicht aufgehoben."
"Not cancelled, but postponed." Come home with us?
- No, no. - Sure?
How lovely to see you
I've been thinking of you,
and of our meadow.
The day you are strong enough I shall hold you to your promise.
Oh, Miss Schlegel.
So, to repeat, we have here,
forwarded by the Matron of the nursing home,
sealed and addressed to me,
a note purporting to be in your mother's writing,
and it says, "I would like Miss Schlegel, Margaret,
"to have Howards End."
Mother never wrote that.
Well, no date, no signature.
Of course, it's a forgery.
Not now, please. Later, thank you.
The house was, of course, your mother's to leave.
It's only in pencil. Pencil never counts.
We know it is not legally binding, Dolly.
We consider you one of the family,
but it will be better if you don't interfere.
The question is whether,
during the time Miss Schlegel managed to befriend my mother
It's not undue influence. The question is the
invalid's condition when the note was written.
Consult an expert if you wish,
but I don't admit it is mother's writing.
- You just said it was. - Never mind if I did.
So, we agree. Legally, I would be justified in tearing this up.
All else aside, how is this gift to be conveyed to Miss Schlegel?.
Is it a life interest, or to own it absolutely?
She may turn us all out.
I don't believe Miss Schlegel knows anything about this
whim of your mother's.
Mother believed in ancestors,
she would never leave anything to an outsider.
If Miss Schlegel had been poor, had wanted a house
but she has a house, why should she want another?
She wouldn't have wanted us to see this.
No, your poor mother would not have wanted it.
Len? You comin' in?
In a minute. Yeah, all right.
What are you looking at?
See that big one? That's Ursa Major,
Follow those two down, four times,
and that's the Pole Star. I'm fairly certain.
They're just stars.
Jacky, stop it, it's important.
You'll catch your death.
Yes, yes, yes. All signed, seems fine to me.
Would you complete that?
Yes, of course, sir.
"The trees reared in mighty columns,
"their tops still radiant in sunlight,
"which spilling downward through the wealth of leaves
"dissolved at last in the darkness of the mossy earth.
"Their colour slowly faded from out of the flowers,
"but their scent lingered,
"to honey the air he breathed."
There's a woman to see you, ma'am.
- Not a lady, Annie? - She won't give her name.
- Ask her up. - She says she won't.
Well, we shall have to go down.
- I'm looking for my husband. - Here?
I have reasons to believe he's here.
- You're welcome to search. - Sorry, your husband's name?
Leonard Bast, as I'm sure you're aware.
Are we concealing a Mr Bast?
There appears to be some mistake.
We are not acquainted with your husband.
No, I know for a fact he has visited this house.
- He had tea here. - A grave allegation.
Corrupting a married man with tea!
- I wish we could help. - It seems you can't.
Except to laugh at my expense.
I'm sorry to have troubled you, and wish you a good afternoon.
The drawing room reeks of smoke.
- If you took smoking too - I doubt it.
- This is lovely, Annie. - There's a Mr Bast
- I don't believe it! - The missing husband!
The one corrupted with tea? I'll do the host.
- Thank you. - Mr Bast? This way.
Do come in, Mr Bast.
- good evening. - Do have some pudding.
Or would you prefer some dinner?
I've eaten, thank you.
- glass of wine? Port? - No, thank you.
Do take a seat and let us know how we can help.
You wouldn't remember giving me this?
- Not as such. - That was how it happened.
- What? - Where did we meet?
- I don't remember. - More than a year ago.
At the Ethical Society, the lecture on "Music and Meaning".
The mistake arose from my card?
The lady who called thought she would find you here?
In the afternoon, I said to Mrs Bast,
"I have to call on friends," and Mrs Bast said, "Do go".
But while I was gone she wanted me on important business
and thought I had come here.
I beg to tender our apologies for any inconvenience caused.
None at all, truly.
I don't understand, when did you pay this call?.
In the afternoon, of course.
Saturday or Sunday?
- Saturday. - Really?
Until Sunday when your wife came here? A long visit.
It was good of you to come, the rest is no concern of ours.
I hope you will join us upstairs for coffee?
It's not what you think!
I was I left my office and walked.
Right out of London.
I was walking all Saturday night.
All night? In the dark?
So dark I couldn't see my hand.
Mr Bast, you must be a born explorer.
I tried to steer by the Pole Star, but I lost it.
Don't tell me about the Pole Star, I know its little ways.
Yes, but why? Why did you do it?
I wanted to just walk,
just get out. I've been reading "The Ordeal of Richard Feverel".
That chapter where Richard walks all night.
- In a forest. - Yes, what's that ?
"The forest drooped glimmeringly."
Wait, I'll get it.
The chapter's "Nature Speaks".
Where do your people come from?
- London. - Yes, I mean before that.
They didn't always live in a town?
No, they came from Shropshire. They worked on the land.
They were agricultural labourers.
There, you see? It was ancestral voices calling you.
"Richard was walking hurriedly.
"A pale gre light displayed the dawn."
- Did you see dawn? - Yes.
- Was it wonderful?. - No.
It was only grey, and by then I was so hungry.
When you're walking you want food during the night as well.
I had a packet of Woodbines.
Your Mr Bast wouldn't know what to do if you gave him money.
Such crass materialism out of your mouth, Margaret.
Let us give Mr Bast money.
What do you think is the most important thing in the world?
I suppose whatever matters to you most.
Like love, for instance?
Yes, like love, or Oxford, if you're Tibby.
- Miss Schlegel?. Henry Wilcox. - Hello.
- good evening. - How nice to see you.
I heard ladies talking of love.
We were continuing a discussion.
Yes, we belong to a sort of club which meets for discussions.
I would've thought you would be at Howards End?
We've bought a house in Mayfair.
Mr Wilcox, supposing you were a millionaire
- I expect you are! - Mmm.
We have met a poor young man, sensitive and intelligent.
If one was a millionaire how could one help?
- What profession? - A clerk, in, what ?
The Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company.
- Porphyrion? - Yes.
Ahh. Then, Miss Schlegel, if I were to help your clerk
I'd advise him to clear out of the Porphyrion.
This is between friends.
The Porphyrion is insufficiently reinsured.
In other words, it will smash.
Helen, the Porphyrion will smash!
We must warn Mr Bast to get another place!
I hope he will, very quickly.
A man already in a situation when he applies for work
stands a much better chance.
This is letting you into state secrets,
but it does affect an employer.
Human nature, I'm afraid.
Our nature is to employ people because they're unemployed.
The boot man, for instance.
- How does he clean boots? - Not well.
Is it difficult nowadays to get a situation?
- Extremely. - I'm sorry about Howards End.
That you're not living there.
I think I have some idea how much it meant to Mrs Wilcox.
But to us it has certain drawbacks.
Would you be able to help our friend to a new situation?
Unfortunately, we have very few vacancies,
and when there is one, always hundreds of applicants.
- It has been a pleasure. - Yes, indeed.
I hope your clerk finds success.
- Thank you. - good night.
He was in a hurry to get away.
Mr Bast, you may have thought our letter a little odd.
We're not odd, just over-expressive.
The more a lady has to say, the better.
They're regular sunbeams. Let me give you a plate.
Your company is the Porphyrion, isn't it? Is it a solid concern?
Cake? Big one, or one of these little deadlies?
It depends what you mean.
We were told Porphyrion's no-go.
A friend of ours did think that it's insufficiently reinsured.
- And advised you to clear out. - Tell your friend he's wrong.
Wrong, so to speak.
- How? - So to speak?
I wouldn't say he was right altogether.
Then he is right partly?
Tell your friend to to mind his own business.
- Annie? - Mr Wilcox, Miss Wilcox.
Oh, they're beautiful.
Mr Wilcox, do come in.
Forgive us calling so unexpectedly.
Come and play with the puppies!
Mr Wilcox, this is Mr Bast.
Must you really? Well, come again.
No, I shan't come again.
I call that very rude. Why turn on me like that?
I thought you invited me for a friendly chat.
Instead you want to pick my brains about my work, for him.
- No, no - Are we intruding? Shall we go?
No, no. Helen, go after him. Explain.
What was all that about?
I knew I shouldn't have come. Things always get spoiled.
Things do, but people don't.
Don't you understand? We really did want to warn you!
We were worried about you.
Why should you worry about me?
Because we like you, that's why.
There's no cause for names.
Yes, there is, when a person's being tremendously stupid.
Listen, this is serious.
You should look for a post now, before anything happens.
- I'll think about it. - No.
Search for another place while you have one.
Promise you will do that, at least.
All right. Thank you, Miss Schlegel.
Tell us when you've found another place.
Don't say no, don't dare to say no.
And don't forget your umbrella, or you'll say we pinched it.
You ought to be more careful. Don't let such people in.
We invited him in! We wanted to see him and maybe help him.
Not only in a practical way.
Behave too well to people and they impose on you.
I know that type of man.
He is not a "type".
No, he is a quite unusual young man.
He has something in him, he wants better than he's got.
He has a romantic ambition.
Your view of him is romantic.
Something to remember Mrs Wilcox by,
in return for your kindness to her.
Oh, thank you so much.
What a lovely thought, thank you.
She would want you to have it.
It's beautiful. Are you sure?
Is it 18th-century? Must be crystal.
Thank you. Thank you, Evie.
- What did she look like? - Old maid type.
Why did Father want to ask her? Here she is.
- Miss Schlegel?. - Miss Wilcox
How do you do. This is my fiance'e, Percy Cahill.
- Ahh, good afternoon. - Hello!
I didn't expect to see you.
Evie told me, so I secured a table. Evie, sit there.
Miss Schlegel, if you please.
Mr Cahill, there.
Are you still worrying around after your young clerks?
- I hope you're hungry. - Famished.
good, what'll you have?
Fancy coming for the fish pie to Simpson's.
go for something for me, then.
Right, um, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding,
and cider to drink, that's the thing to go for.
恩 再来点苹果酒喝. 就这样吧
I like this, once in a while.
It's so thoroughly old English.
I began an inventory of possessions.
There are 300 things in the drawing room alone,
not counting books. Whatever shall I do?
Modern ownership of movables is reducing us to a nomadic horde.
We are reverting to a civilisation of luggage.
- Thank you. - Thank you, sir.
Always tip the carver. Tip everywhere's my motto.
- It makes life more human. - And they remember.
Especially in the East.
- Have you been? - greece and the Levant.
Cyprus for sport and business.
A few piastres distributed helped keep one's memory green.
- How cynical! - Not a bit, simply realistic.
- How would you like your beef? - Well done.
- You don't like cheese. - I adore cheese.
- You said you didn't. - That's a despicable lie.
- You've gone pink. - I haven't.
- You have, your ears - Evie, I like that.
I'm Miss Schlegel's house agent.
I want a new home and someone must find it.
- Do you know anything? - Can't say I do.
I wish you'd give us Howards End.
Howards End, I'm afraid, is let.
Can't you turn them out for us?
We're nearly demented.
Mr Wilcox, I am demented.
Fix your district, fix your price, then don't budge.
That's how I got Jewsy Street and Oniton.
look around a bit for you.
- Would you? - Yes.
- Would you really? - Yes.
How kind! But the house has not been built to suit the Schlegels
It's no fun helping us.
Fun? No, a pleasure and a privilege to do whatever I can.
Thank you very much.
"Dear Miss Schlegel,
"dare I intrude on your holiday and request you come to London,
"where you are greatly missed? The matter is of some urgency."
But to interrupt your holiday,
and before we have undertaken any of our excursions?
You haven't even been to Nine Barrows Down.
I shall be back before long.
Let me go up today and take the house if possible.
Whose house is this?
Mr Wilcox's. You are being obtuse. Is it on purpose?
Look, "Owing to changed circumstances,"
Evie's getting married, "I no longer need a house this size,
"and am willing to let." It's perfect.
Of our acquaintances, only Mr Wilcox is stuck.
We've met more interesting people.
Interesting people don't get one houses.
I shall never forget that dreadful motor car and Charles.
My one consolation is I was able to be useful.
Thank you, Aunt Juley.
Now it is my turn to be useful.
This is the ballroom.
Even I know a good thing when I see it.
But nowadays, with Evie out when I get home in the evenings,
I can't stand the place.
- It would be very lonely. - Yes.
Do you ever get lonely?
I soon shall, horribly.
It's heart-breaking to leave one's old home.
How high this ceiling must be.
Mm? Yes, must be over 30 feet. Maybe 40, I should think.
Perhaps even more.
I've had you here under false pretences.
To speak on a more serious matter.
Do you think you could be induced to share
Is it at all probable that ?
Miss Schlegel Margaret.
I don't think you understand.
- Oh, indeed, yes. - I'm asking you to be my wife.
- I know. - Are you offended?
Perhaps I should have written?
No, you will receive a letter from me.
- Thank you. - Not at all.
And it's you I thank.
Should I order the motor round now?
That would be most kind.
Evie, she will never set foot here.
- It's not my fault. - Of course it is!
going around hob-nobbing with those girls.
girls? They're hardly girls.
I never dreamt of such a thing.
Dad made me ask her to Simpson's.
Well, I'm off Dad.
You've woken Diddums, I knew you would.
Miss Schlegel's got us on toast.
You know, she always meant to get hold of Howards End,
now, thanks to you, she's got it.
I call that most unfair.
Pretend to break off your engagement,
then perhaps your father will quarrel with Miss Schlegel.
- Stop talking nonsense, Dolly. - I'm getting married.
- Dad can do what he likes. - She's taking Mother's place.
I could scratch her eyes out.
Come on, Dolly. I'll have a try.
Come on. We're in a bad hole and must make the best of it.
But I'll keep my eye on those Schlegels,
and if they're putting on airs with their artistic beastliness,
I intend to put my foot down.
I've had a letter too, not a nice one.
My letter is about Howards End.
The tenants have decamped,
and he's trying to sublet the house.
You hear? To sublet the house.
Henry, have you had a chance to talk with Helen yet?
- A talk with Helen? - Well, do.
I'm just anxious you two should be friends.
We've hit it off. Shhh.
Well, we do. There's no clause for subletting. Read it.
- Awfully jolly. - Thank you.
Especially that. Foxgloves.
- Dear old digitalis. - Digitalis?
Sounds like a sneeze.
Margaret! Such nice news from Mr Bast!
good! Here we all are, then.
Mr Bast is now with Dempster's Bank.
Thanks to you he cleared out of Porphyrion.
Not a bad business, the Porphyrion.
I have to go to Howards End.
I would like you to come.
- Not a bad business? - What about tomorrow?
- Tomorrow? No, I couldn't. - Why not?
You told us the Porphyrion would smash.
Did I? It was outside the tariff ring,
took some bad policies, but lately it came in.
Safe as houses now. What's wrong tomorrow?
Aunt Juley would be so disappointed.
- Didn't Mr Wilcox tell us - Let's talk about it later.
Henry, Aunt Juley regards
And now it's safe as houses and Mr Bast need never have left.
Helen, I grieve for your clerk, but it is the battle of life.
A man with little money has less, owing to us.
You're not to blame, no one is.
Is no one to blame for anything?
I didn't say that, you're too serious.
- Some advice. - No more advice.
Don't take a sentimental attitude over the poor.
See she doesn't, Margaret.
The poor are poor. One is sorry, but there it is.
I'll talk to Aunt Juley about tomorrow.
girls! Aren't you cold?!
I'm very sorry about Mr Bast, but you must be civil to him.
You yourself were a witness
Yes, but there may be another side to this.
Henry is my future husband, and I must be on his side.
Why are you so bitter, dearie?
Because I'm an old maid.
Margaret? It isn't true, surely, what Mr Wilcox is saying,
that you want to go away tomorrow?
We must leave tomorrow, I have business,
and my business is now, unfortunately, Margaret's.
- That's it. - The famous office.
I'd expected something more African.
- Heavens, no! - Spears, animal skins
This is the Imperial part of the company.
Yes, we still haven't settled the London house.
- That depends. - On what?
- When do you want to marry? - My head whirls, let's dance!
Charles, help with my wife!
How do you do. We'll give you a good lunch after Howards End.
I can hardly wait to see it, though I almost feel I have.
The tenant decamped without even arranging
a charwoman to clean up after him.
- Oh, dear. - Yes.
Here's an idea - why don't we use Howards End
to store your furniture from Wickham Place?
Oh, would you? Would you really?
- good idea? - How kind!
Only until we're settled, of course.
I hope you won't be disappointed.
It's a measly little place. Never really suited us.
- Oh, dear. - What?
- I've forgotten the keys. - What?
- We'll go back. - Won't you leave me here?
- Sure? - Yes, I'll wait.
- Have some milk at the farm. - I'm so sorry.
-Goodbye! - Why did you forget the key?
- Sorry. - Where is it?
It could be with Diddums.
I took you for Ruth Wilcox.
I like Mrs Wilcox?
You have her way of walking
round the house.
Henry, I've found the teeth.
- The pig's teeth. - Pigs? Where?
The pig's teeth in the bark. Look, just here.
- See? Four feet up. - Hmm. Extraordinary
Yes, you chew the bark - to cure toothache.
- What a rum notion. - Surely you knew?
Did silly Miss Avery give you a fright?
None of you girls has any nerve.
Did you take her for a spook? She's very odd.
Miss Avery has always lived there?
She grew up on the farm, like Mrs Wilcox.
Weren't they friends when Howards End was a farm?
They do say Mrs Wilcox had a brother.
He popped the question and Miss Avery said no.
Imagine, she'd have been Charles's aunt.
That's rather good - Charlie's Aunt.
I must chaff him about that.
She's mad about Howards End.
goodness knows what she'll do with your furniture.
She might fling it all out, or adopt it for Howards End.
Excuse me, where might I enquire about a position?
What position would that be?
I heard there was one.
I thought it was you.
Why did you never come again?
You promised. But this isn't your bank?
- You were with Dempster's. - (I lost it.)
- Sorry? - I lost the situation.
They cut back, and the last to join were the first to go.
I've been enquiring for another place here.
The way they look, they're sure you've stolen something.
Why else are you out of work?
- It's our fault. - No.
Me, my sister and Mr Wilcox,
who is celebrating at his castle in Shropshire
with a maximum of expense and ostentation. I could murder him!
"Murder will out, it is most foul."
How have you been, Miss Schlegel, any ?
He jolly well owes you a situation.
What nice houses you have all over the place.
Mmm, Oniton grange. Waiting to get it off my hands.
The shooting is bad, and the fishing worse.
It's the wrong part of Shropshire.
Henry, are these all Wilcoxes?
Heavens, no! I bought the whole place.
Fellow took the money and cleared off. Italy, I think.
- Some are rather good. - They're lovely.
- good, isn't it? - Which one?
- Top one. - very grand, rather like you.
So, I'll show you the cellar.
- very damp, isn't it? - Mmm.
- Do we have enough ice now? - Yes, sir.
- Second order. - Yes, sir.
- This way. - Thank you.
It is difficult to decide about the children.
Charles will have Howards End,
and I'm anxious not to be unjust.
Of course You mean money?
当然 你的意思是钱吗 是的,是钱
- Since you put it so frankly. - We'll never get through this.
- How much have you got? - What?
- How much, a year? I've 600. - My income?
- Don't you know? - Of course.
Don't you want to tell it me?
If you divided your income into 10 parts,
how many parts to Charles, to Evie and to Paul?.
give away all you can. Be generous.
Don't beat about the bush, do you?
'She'll get her hands on this place and Howards End.'
It's only her furniture there.
That's the thin end of the wedge.
I don't know what's to happen to us.
Two children to bring up.
Charles, you're pleased about the baby, aren't you?
What? Oh, pleased as punch.
It's not going to be easy.
The pater wants to be fair, but money isn't elastic.
What if Evie has a family? Or the pater himself?
Went like clockwork.
"Quite like a Durbar," Lady Edser said.
Ah. You did awfully well.
I was very proud of you.
It was very successful.
- Who are those people? - Perhaps they're townspeople.
If you'll gracefully vanish, I'll deal with them.
What is it? What's wrong? Is Tibby ill?.
- Who is? - The Basts!
- Helen! - He's lost his place.
They reduced their staff. Thanks to us he's done for!
- Ruined! - Are you mad?
If you like. Two people starving and all this vulgar show!
Have you actually brought two starving people from London?
- There was a restaurant car. - Don't be absurd!
How dare you! Yes! How dare you! Bursting into Evie's wedding!
You've a perverted notion of philanthropy.
Look! They think it's some scandal!
I must explain it's my sister and two hangers-on
she has brought for no conceivable reason.
We want to see Mr Wilcox.
Mr Bast, this is odd. What view do you take?
- Mrs Bast, too. - How do you do?
- How d'you do. - She's not well. She fainted.
- Won't you sit down? - We don't wish to intrude.
You have been so kind.
- Jacky, let's go. - No, please!
Mrs Bast, please, won't you have something to eat?
I would like to do something for them, we are responsible.
via Mr Wilcox.
If you take that attitude I'll do nothing, so choose.
If you take them to the hotel as my guests
I will speak to Henry about finding work for Mr Bast.
There is to be no more absurd screaming.
All right. I promise.
very well. Take them to The george.
But Helen you have been most self-indulgent.
You have less restraint rather than more as you get older.
Think it over, or we shan't have happy lives.
Let's eat some cake, shall we?
Sorry, excuse me.
- I must get some rooms. - We'll come with you.
- Len? - Perhaps you'd like to stay?
- All this pudding. - Mrs Bast is tired.
- I'm 'ungry. - Perhaps you should come back?
- Will you be all right? - I'll be all right.
- Whoever's that? - Where?
Charles Wilcox, how do you do?
very pleased to have made your acquaintance.
Helen? What, here?
She refused the invitation. I thought she despised weddings.
Where is she now?
I've bundled her off to The george.
- george Hotel?. - You shouldn't have done that.
She has two of her protege's with her.
Ahh, yes, her protege'. Well, let them all come.
Later on I would like to talk to you about them.
No time like the present.
- Shall I? - Yes, if it isn't too long.
It's not five minutes.
But there's a sting at the end of it,
I want you to find the man some work in your office.
what are his qualifications?
- He's a clerk. - Where was he before?
Dempster's. Why did he leave?
They reduced their staff.
I'll see what I can do.
Margaret, this cannot be taken as a precedent.
I can't fit in yours or Helen's protege's every day.
- You understand? - Of course. Of course not.
But he's he's rather a special case.
Yes, protege's always are, aren't they?
- goodbye. - Thank you so much.
Why, if it isn't Henry.
Hello, Henry. Fancy seeing you 'ere.
This is Mrs Bast, she's a little tired.
- She's drunk. - Don't you remember Jacky?
Henry, aren't you gonna say hello?
- Do you know Mrs B - No, I don't!
- Who doesn't know Henry? - Henry?
We've had some gay old times, haven't we, Hen'?
- Henry? - Satisfied now?
I understand your interest in the Basts, and your trap for me.
I release you from your engagement
Henry? Henry? Henry!
- Here we are. - Please don't bother, my dear.
- No, no. - I can manage.
I'll do that. I'll do it.
- So that's it? - That is what? Thank you.
No, Henry and I were arguing, but I think he has forgiven me.
I don't expect there's much to forgive.
- No. - I really must be going.
Thank you so much for a lovely time.
Hasn't the weather been kind?
A lovely day. Thank you, my dear, very much.
- Safe journey. - Bye-bye, Dolly!
- Oh, I've forgotten my hat! - It's all right, it's here.
Ahh, thank you, Albert. The womenfolk are all right, then?
Shut the doors and we're ready. Thank you, uh
What's the matter, Jacky?
I don't wanna talk about it.
- She ain't much. - What are you looking at?
So you were that woman's lover?
To put it with your usual delicacy.
I'm sorry. Ten years ago.
Henry, dear, it's not going to trouble us.
Yes, we fellows all fall from grace, once in our time.
- Do you believe that? - Yes, I do.
With your refined pursuits and books,
what can you guess of any man's life?
His temptations Temptations.
But that's enough, I've spoken too much already.
Yes, that's enough, dear.
It was in Cyprus. You can never forgive me, can you?
I have forgiven you.
I could find an excuse, but I won't.
Let us speak no more about it, dear.
It is all behind us.
You can bring yourself to forgive me?
We've learned that I'm far from a saint.
No, no, no, no. The reverse.
Where are those people now?
Helen has taken them to The george.
Let them leave first thing.
There must be no gossip.
Anyway, Helen should be here with us,
not at a hotel with some rag-tags.
Tell you what, you write a note to that effect.
I'll have Burton send it over.
Take a note to The george straightaway.
- Yes, sir. - Far too much noise out there.
"I'm sorry to tell you Henry can do nothing for Mr Bast.
"He feels the Basts are not the type we should trouble about.
"We found the woman drunk on the lawn.
"Please see they leave, and come here yourself."
He made her write it. This isn't Margaret.
Would you put it in the fire?
Don't get mixed up in this, Miss Schlegel.
What is it? You must trust me that far.
Mr Wilcox met Jacky before.
Out in Cyprus, when she was 16.
Told you you didn't want to hear.
go on. Why was she in Cyprus?
Her father was an export business clerk.
After her mother died she went with him, then he died,
accidentally drowned, because he couldn't swim.
Jacky was left to fend for herself,
till she managed to get back home.
I didn't have to marry her, but I did.
My family tried to stop me, but I married her all the same.
Because I promised.
Where would she be after the Mr Wilcoxes had finished with her?
It would never never enter that man's mind
that he'd done anything wrong.
Because there's nothing here, and nothing here.
You're the opposite, you believe in personal responsibility.
- In personal everything. - very nice.
What good am I to Jacky, marrying her to pull her down,
so we can starve together?
You'll find another position, surely?
If rich people fail at one profession they try another.
With us, once a man over 20 loses his job, he's done for.
I'd do anything to help you.
Help me row, then. I'm tired.
You're the one person who ever has helped me.
By passing on false information to make you give up your job?
By being the person you are.
I didn't think people like you existed, except in books.
- And books aren't real. - No, they're more real.
When people fail there's still music and meaning.
That's for rich people to make them feel good after dinner.
Everything's got spoiled for you, hasn't it?
I don't know what's to be done, or to say to Meg.
I don't want to face her.
You mean, because of Mr Wilcox,
and the woman you say he seduced in Cyprus?
give Meg my love, and tell her I'm going away to germany,
to Munich, or else Bonn.
Such a message is easily given.
I wish I could escape Meg's wedding too.
How is it possible for OUR Meg to be a Wilcox?
- After all this?! - You'd better go to germany.
There's the apple charlotte. I'll take it, or it spoils.
这是苹果水果布丁. 我可以拿吗? 它很棒
- Shall I clear, sir? - Not now, later.
I feel No, I know, we owe the Basts some compensation.
我觉得 不,我知道 我们欠百斯一些东西
- Those people again? - Yes, those people.
Who pays if I don't?
I'm placing an amount in your account.
When I'm in germany pay it to the Basts for me.
I shall never forget your kindness, Tibbykins.
- What's the sum? - 5,000.
It's useless giving out driblets of charity.
No doubt people will think me mad.
I don't give a damn what people think,
but I mind you ruining yourself for some quixotic reason.
I didn't expect you to understand.
- I understand nobody. - But you'll do it?
You writing to your brother? He could send ten.
- And a long lecture. - Your sister could afford five.
Why are you taking it out on me?
You can see I'm busy, can't you?
"Dear Mr Schlegel,
"I acknowledge receipt of your letter, dated 2nd October,
"enclosing a cheque for $5,000.
"I am grateful for your concern,
"but have the honour to return your cheque herewith.
"Yours sincerely, Leonard Bast."
Excuse me, sir. Sorry to bother you.
I worked in this office for four years. Are there any vacancies?
No, I'm sorry, I've nothing.
- Nothing at all. - Nothing at this time.
The servants will have the central heating
if we keep them here instead of the back.
That's what the architect proposed.
- If only it would hurry up. - All in good time.
- I'm tired of London. - Are you?
I can't be as young as I was.
I'm happy without the new plays and discussion societies
Mr Shaw, Mr Wells and all your utopias.
What I miss are trees and mountains and meadows.
I also miss my own things.
They're safe enough at Howards End.
And I'm grateful, but I would like to see
everything in our own home - my share, at least.
goodness knows what Tibby will do with his.
There's been another postcard from her.
The same poste restante address in Bavaria,
but now she's going to Italy.
Is she never coming back?
She's been away now how long has it been?
Four months and three weeks on Tuesday.
Your sister is odd, she always has been.
What have you been reading now? Theo
- Theosophy. - Oh, yes.
What a clever little woman it is.
That's what I mean about Helen -
she reads, and her mind gets addled.
My Margaret keeps her facts straight.
What facts are those, dear?
Hmm? Men, women, that sort of thing. Who is who, what is what.
Yes, and what is that?
Mr Schlegel, sir?! You've forgotten this.
- Thank you, Martlett. - Thank you, sir.
Oh, dear, Annie. Look, it's another one.
See, I just can't feel Helen's really alive.
These postcards don't seem to have come from her.
- That's not her. - I know what you mean.
You'll break that if you keep fiddling.
- Then put it on. - Oh!
"M.J. Schlegel, The Rise, Stoke Fleming, Devon.
"Dearest Meg, arriving London Thursday.
"Telegraph, care my bank, whether Aunt Juley is better.
"give my love to the invalid and keep some yourselves. Helen."
If only you had a companion to walk with.
I have Tibby, dear Aunt Juley.
And it won't long, thank you, Maggie, before you'll be up.
(When is Helen coming?)
very soon, she will already have reached London.
- (She's got to London.) - (But?)
(She says to telegraph if Aunt Juley is better.)
(We must telegraph she isn't.)
- (We can't start lying!) - Shhh.
(She couldn't stay away.)
"Dearest Helen, Aunt Juley better and expecting you,
"as am I. Your Meg."
"Must return germany.
"Telegraph bank whereabouts of books and furniture. Helen."
- Why did she have to go back? - I'll explain after your nap.
She might have come to see her old aunt.
Is Cook doing the mackerel the way Tibby likes?
I know his whole day is spoilt if his breakfast isn't right.
The mackerel were perfect, Tibby mentioned them.
It's still that business over Henry and that woman, Mrs Bast?
goodness me how morbid.
His wife forgives him and his sister-in-law cannot.
I don't believe it,
We all know her extremes.
We've all suffered under her temperament.
This is different, this is not temperament but a madness,
as if she were mad.
Margaret, you've got black marks again under your eyes.
You know that's strictly forbidden.
My girl looking as old as her husband.
- You haven't seen our point. - I don't suppose I shall.
Our sister may be mad.
Charles, do come in. We are again in trouble.
- Can you help us at all?. - No, I cannot.
What were the facts? We're all mad these days.
Our sister is in England and won't see us.
She's forbidden the bank to give us her address.
All we have are these telegrams.
You want to get hold of her?
It's easy, she wants her books?
Send her to Howards End. When she's there you stroll in.
If nothing's wrong, so much the better.
The motor will be round the corner.
We can run her up to London.
- That's impossible. - Why?
Because Helen and I, we don't speak that particular language,
if you see my meaning.
Because you have scruples. I understand perfectly.
I'm as scrupulous as any man alive, I hope.
But when it is a case of madness
I deny it's madness.
- You said yourself. - It's madness when I say.
Pater, may as well keep Howards End out.
The house is at sixes and sevens, we don't want more mess.
Pray, Charles, who is "we"?
Beg your pardon, I'm sure.
I seem always to be intruding.
No, Charles. Charles?
Let's send a telegram.
Come along, let's do it.
I really can't have this behaviour.
- What? - Margaret.
She's too sweet-natured to mind, but I mind for her.
"All your books now at Howards End.
"Miss Avery will let you in 3pm, Monday. Meg."
Our main object is not to frighten Miss Schlegel.
Trouble seems nervous, wouldn't you say so, Margaret?
Would you say she was normal?.
Well, she's always been highly strung.
Musical, literary, artistic, but quite normal.
Quite a charming girl.
Would you say there was anything congenital?.
- Anything hereditary? - No.
- Margaret? - Yes, Henry, just wait here.
Oh, darling! Quickly, just get inside, please, just quickly.
Miss Schlegel is managing.
You can go back to the motor.
Henry, I shall need your advice, but must be alone with Helen.
- You're certain? - Please, my dear Henry.
- Yes. - Thank you.
- Why all our furniture? - There's been a mistake.
How well the carpet fits.
I'll be sending milk and we should be ordering coals.
You're very kind, but we're not going to live at Howards End.
I think she may be a little touched.
I'm sorry, Helen. I ought not to have
No, you ought not to.
- We thought you were ill. - I'm not, but I'm expecting.
Is the coast clear? I must leave.
I'm going back to germany.
give my love to Tibby.
Curious, that our carpet fits.
Yes, the sword looks right too.
Someone's polished it.
If you didn't want to tell me, I understand
I had to be by myself, that's why I hid.
No, I alone must be responsible for myself and this child.
And I want to be. Of course, Leonard doesn't know.
Oh, Meg, did you ever hear from him again?
I've no idea what he's doing now,
or what's happened to either of them.
My dear, I must ask you,
was your sister wearing a wedding ring?
I came to ask a favour about Howards End.
One point at a time. Sit down.
- Margaret. - Mmm?
I must now ask you the name of the seducer.
The slightest hint would help us.
"Us"? Who is "Us"?
I thought it best to bring Charles.
That was unnecessary.
Charles and I wish to act in your sister's best interests.
It's not too late to clear her name.
What, are we to make her seducer marry her?
Suppose he was married already? One has heard of such cases.
Then he must pay heavily for his misconduct, mustn't he?
I want to talk to you.
Listen to me. Margaret!
- May I ask you my question? - Certainly.
Tomorrow Helen goes to germany I'm fine.
Tonight, with your permission,
she would like to sleep at Howards End.
Heaven But why at Howards End, I don't understand?
It is odd, but women in her state
I could understand if it were her home,
associations, but Helen has no associations with Howards End.
I don't see why, she'll only catch cold.
Call it fancy but she wants to.
If she stays one night she'll want to stay two.
- Would that matter? - Of course!
We will only stay one night. I shall stay with her
I want you here to meet Charles.
As the future owner it concerns Charles.
In what way? Please, answer me.
You're forgetting yourself
Would Helen's condition depreciate the property?
I shall do what I can for your sister,
but I cannot treat it as if nothing had happened.
Tomorrow she goes to germany and will trouble society no longer.
Tonight she asks to sleep in your empty house.
May she? Will you give my sister leave?
Will you forgive her ?
As you yourself have been forgiven?
- As I myself - Please answer my question.
Your sister can sleep at the hotel.
I have the memory of my wife to consider.
You have mentioned Mrs Wilcox.
In reply, may I mention Mrs Bast?
You have not been yourself.
Henry, you had a mistress, I forgave you.
My sister has a lover, you drive her out!
Why can you not once say, "What Helen has done, I have done"?
I do not give your sister leave to sleep at Howards End.
Now, do you understand?!
If a man played about with my sister
I'd send a bullet through him,
but you're sunk too deep in books and rubbish
to mind what happens to your sister.
As a matter of fact I mind very much,
but I have a different way of expressing it.
And different manners.
By Jove, I'm glad of my way!
If this is what they teach you here.
You must know something of your sister's life?
- Do you know of anyone? - No.
Whom do you suspect?
Did she mention anyone by name?
Come on, you're hiding something. Speak up.
She mentioned some friend, Leonard Bast.
Have you had any dealings with him?
What a family. What a family! god help the poor pater.
god help my poor sisters.
Excuse me. Excuse me!
Excuse me, I was looking for Miss Schlegel.
Leonard Bast. Is Miss Schlegel in?
- Or Mrs Wilcox? - They're at Howards End.
Where would that be, now?
At Hilton, near Hilton Junction.
- Let me get you a drink. - No, thank you.
Please take them, ma'am
Come on! Off you go!
I don't want you to conclude my wife and I have had a quarrel.
She is overwrought, as who would not be?
The question in my mind is something greater.
- The rights of property itself. - Absolutely.
The house is mine and will be yours.
When I say I don't want anyone living in Howards End,
I mean no one.
I take it tomorrow morning I may go up?
Mmm Yes, say that you're acting as my representative,
and they must clear out at once.
I've kept you up far too late.
Can I do anything for you, sir?
Hmm? No, nothing. Thank you, my boy.
- good night. - Night, sir.
It's only the trains.
Len? You got that pain again, Len?
- You're all dressed. - Just going out.
What-ho, Jacky. See you again later.
'Did you see the dawn? Was it wonderful?.'
'No. It was only grey.'
Excuse me, could you direct me to Howards End?
Thank you very much, Charles.
There are two boxes of books in
Miss Schlegel, Mrs Wilcox, you will have forgotten me.
No, Mr Bast, I have not.
I only want to know where Helen is.
Who is it? - Helen?
So this is Leonard Bast.
This is for insulting Woman.
get me a stick, Margaret.
Charles! We are capable of
What on earth! - get back!
- Stand up! - Stop it, Charles!
So he was in the last stages of heart disease?
It would not be professional to say before an autopsy,
but in private that could be my diagnosis.
Obviously, because the moment
I touched him with the sword he simply crumpled.
What sword would that have been?
Um, well, it's inside.
You better follow me.
It's their father's old german sword.
I only touched him with the flat.
- Just once? - Yes, once. Perhaps twice.
I presume you will be staying, Mr Wilcox?
Ahh, yes. I'll be available as long as necessary.
And Mr Charles Wilcox, we shall be requesting
your presence at the inquest, sir.
Yes, I did expect I shall be the most important witness.
- I was going to give you these. - I've something to tell you.
I don't need to hear, I'm leaving you.
- My life is with Helen now. - Yes
I'm extremely tired. Um, come and sit down for a moment.
We'll have to sit on the grass.
Here are your keys. We shall stay at the farm till we leave.
Yes Where are you going?
To germany, as soon as possible after the inquest.
- After the inquest. - If Helen is well enough.
You realise the verdict?
Yes. Heart disease.
Charles may go to prison.
I dare not tell him.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to
Is this going to suit everyone?
I don't want you coming later complaining I'm unfair. Paul?.
Apparently it's got to suit us.
Speak, and I'll leave the house to you entirely.
Since I'm at the business all week,
I'll find something better suited.
This place is not the country, and it's certainly not the town.
Does my arrangement suit you, Evie?
- Of course, Father. - good. Dolly?
Charles wanted it, but last time I saw him he said no,
because we can't live in this part of England again.
Charles says we ought to change our name,
but I can't think what to. Wilcox suits Charles and me.
I can't think of any other name.
Then I leave Howards End to my wife, absolutely.
Let everyone understand that,
and after I am dead let there be no jealousy or surprise.
I leave my wife no money, that is her wish.
All my other assets are to be divided among you.
Howards End she intends to leave to her nephew.
Mrs Wilcox wanted Margaret to have Howards End
- Shh! - (And she gets it after all.)
- Dolly. - Have I put my foot in it?
Come on, let's get out of the way, Tom. Tom?
It's a sweet child. Rather like Diddums at that age.
Look who's there, look!
What did Dolly mean about Howards End?
Hmm? My poor Ruth, during her last days,
scribbled your name on a piece of paper.
Knowing her not to be herself I set it aside.
Didn't do wrong, did I?