:04:01
Julian? Yes, he's fine.
I think he went down to London.
:04:04
- I ordered the '45.
- Beg your pardon.
:04:07
Jack? Jack.
:04:09
- Jack, what a surprise.
- What do you mean, surprise?
:04:12
Not out plying your trade?
:04:14
What trade is that, Christopher?
:04:16
I see you as a species
of medieval pedler...
:04:18
selling relics of the saints
of dubious authenticity.
:04:22
Don't complain, Christopher.
Jack's no Roman. I can vouch for that.
:04:26
I speak metaphorically, Harry.
Jack's trade is the manufacture...
:04:28
and supply of easy answers
to difficult questions.
:04:31
What's he say?
:04:33
He says Jack has easy answers
for difficult questions.
:04:37
I've been meaning to ask
about your brother's books.
:04:39
Does he actually know
any children?
:04:42
- Jack? I don't think so.
- How on Earth does he pull it off?
:04:45
Barker, this isn't
the Charmontagne '45?
:04:48
To the best of my belief,
it is, sir.
:04:50
- Just one moment, sir.
- No, Nick, no.
:04:52
You do not agree with Marcus.
You disagree with Marcus.
:04:55
But Marcus says
he agrees with me. Marc?
:04:57
Marcus has no real grasp
of his own thought processes.
:05:00
Also, he tells
the most terrible lies.
:05:03
I'm intrigued, Jack. Apparently
you don't know any actual children.
:05:07
- That's balderdash.
- I'm sure Rupert could spare...
:05:09
one or two of his brood.
:05:11
Jack, you forgot my wine.
:05:16
- There.
- Thank you, Barker.
:05:19
Who says I don't know
any children? You?
:05:21
- Warnie.
- My brother was a child once, Rupert...
:05:26
and, as unlikely as it may seem,
so was I.
:05:30
Thursday tomorrow, Jack.
:05:33
Yes. The week's almost gone
and I haven't done half my letters.
:05:35
- You don't have to write back, you know.
- Don't have to write back. I know.
:05:38
- It merely encourages them.
- Yes.
:05:41
"Mr. C.S. Lewis thanks you
for your letter...
:05:44
but has nothing whatsoever
to say in reply."
:05:49
It's going to be
quite a frost tonight, Warnie.
:05:51
Too many stars. Confuses me.