for that.
Fortunately!
These are serious charges,
young man.
How do you answer them?
Your Honor, I can only say
that I meant no harm.
Is it true you prescribed pills
for Mr. Bosworth?
I gave him a vial of pills,
Your Honor.
Pills which enabled me
to get out...
after spending years
as a shut-in.
Peppermint, Your Honor.
Nothing more.
Peppermint.
Mr. Bosworth, would you
approach the bench, please?
Do you have your pills
with you, sir?
I do.
- May I have them?
- Certainly.
They are peppermint.
And the other charges...
that you laid hands
on Elspeth Skeel?
Your Honor, the young lady
was in a great deal of pain.
Your Honor,
whatever Mr. North did...
he did at the request
of Elspeth's mother and me.
We're so grateful.
We have since had Elspeth
examined by a specialist.
The brain tumor that
Dr. McPherson diagnosed...
does not exist.
Have the headaches recurred?
No, Your Honor.
There's a scientific
explanation for this.
This scoundrel's
no part of it.
Your Honor, except for
my being a scoundrel...
I entirely agree
with Dr. McPherson.
My reputation as a healer
is undeserved.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.
It springs from a peculiar
propensity of mine, Your Honor.
Shall I demonstrate?
If you please.
What I do, Your Honor,
is give electric shocks.
Not here. Over there.
It won't hurt.
As you can see,
Your Honor...
it's just
a natural phenomenon.
Something some school children
took for magic.
Yes, well,
they made a mistake.
You took advantage of it.
Nicholas?
I'm sorry.
I mean, Judge Catwalader.
Masseurs, manipulators,
and healers...
have always come to Newport.
They have licenses.
And they take money
for their services...
but everyone knows
you can't buy miracles.
That's how Mr. North...
came to be thought of
as the miracle man.
He takes no fees.
There's no sign that
Mr. Bosworth or George Skeel...
ever gave him an automobile
or a gold watch...
or even the smallest bonus.
And yet,
look what he did for them.
Order! Order in the court!
Order!
It would seem the worst that
could be said of Mr. North...
is that he has engaged
in some kindly meddling.
But I demand justice!
Young man, you're free to go.
This is not justice.
I demand a conviction.
You're in contempt, McPherson.
A $50 fine and 3 days in jail.
How do you like that?
I will not tolerate
any further disturbance.
Sergeant, remove this man
from the courtroom.
Case dismissed.
This court is adjourned.
All rise.
Thank you.
Mind those electric hands
of yours in the future.
Yes, sir.
Mr. North, mail.
Thank you.
I've been invited to a dance.
That's nice.
You must go.
It's the ball of the season.
Would you refuse an invitation
from the president?
Probably not.
Or from the king
and queen of England?
Thank you.
My dear young man,
as you well know...
the Venables are the
"ne plus ultra" of Newport...
which is the "ne plus ultra"
of everywhere.
Saratoga and Bar Harbor
are the provinces...
compared to here.
Why would the Venables
invite me?
You've become quite the rage
since the events of last month.
That is not an invitation.
It's a command,
and you are going.
Let's try this.
How's that feel?
It's a little small,
don't you think?
A bit small?
I'd say yes. Small.
Where did you find
all these things anyway?
Various gentlemen's gentlemen.
Actually, I canvassed
every butler on Bellevue Avenue.
My God.
Amelia Cranston wants you
to look your best tonight.
She said it's very important.
Sure.
Sheer perfection, old bean.
Now can you teach me
how to dance?
I'm afraid
that's not in my repertory.
However, I'm sure
we can arrange something.
- Thank you.
- Yes.
Good evening, madame.
Good evening, sir.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Good evening.
Good evening, sir.
- Theophilus.
- Hello, Mrs. Cranston.
Turn around.
Is it all right?
It's wonderful.
Perfect. Good luck.
Thank you.
Sir James Graham Oelrich
and Mrs. Oelrich.
Captain Stuyvesant Belmonte