[Marwood knocks on the door of a farmhouse. An old woman with a clunky hearing aid pinned to her apron opens the door]
Mrs. Parkin:
What do you want?
Marwood:
I'm a friend of Montague Withnail's. He's lent us his cottage. I wondered if you could sell us some food. Eggs and things.
[the woman just squints at him]
Marwood:
What about wood and coal?
[she still doesn't answer. He leans up close to her, speaking into to her hearing aid]
Marwood:
I'm not from London, you know.
Mrs. Parkin:
I don't care where you come from!
[she slams the door in his face]
Marwood:
[voiceover]
Not the attitude I'd been given to expect from the H.E. Bates novel I'd read. I thought they'd all be out the back, drinking cider and discussing butter. Clearly a myth. Evidently country people are no more receptive to strangers than city-dwellers.
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