3 Men and a Little Lady Page #6

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definitely not for her.

Tell me, are you

always such a slave...

to your instincts?

No, not usually.

Don't underestimate what

Pileforth can do for a lady.

After all,

I am a Pileforth

girl myself.

Oh, that's

reassuring.

In fact, I'm going

back there this morning.

I was just

wondering...

whether

you'd like to, um,

visit.

No, but thank you.

No.

I hope you don't mind

my saying this,

but you seem to be

a little distracted.

Do I? Well,

you're right.

I'm very confused

right now.

I can't make any sense

out of anything.

Really?

How do you mean?

Well, you're a woman.

- You are correct.

- Tell me something.

How can a man

look at a woman...

and not realize how

he feels about her?

Do you understand

what I'm saying?

I must admit to not being

the most worldly of women,

but I can assure you

I'm not oblivious...

of the ways

of Eros.

If I'm so attracted to her,

why can't I tell her?

Perhaps those of us

who have...

navigated the river

of life singly...

are wary of

rocking the punt.

I don't know

what to do.

Well, tell her.

Seek the

auspicious moment...

and, um, tell her.

Colder, colder,

colder,

colder.

Warmer,

getting warmer.

Warmer, warmer.

- Isn't this fun?

- A splendid game.

I can see why

so many cherish it.

Warmer, hotter.

Very hot!

Very hot!

For God's sake,

what have you done now?

I'm terribly sorry.

Do you have any idea how

important these letters are?

- I made him play.

- I told you not to play

your games in the house!

Leave them alone!

Barrow,

get me some towels.

I'm sick of rearranging my life

because of a child!

Now go to your room!

He doesn't like me.

He's always yelling at me.

He yelled at me

this morning...

when Miss Lomax

was measuring me.

When she was what?

Measuring me

for my new clothes.

What new clothes?

A blue jacket,

a patch right here...

like the other

girls wear.

She means a uniform.

Miss Lomax was measuring

Mary for a school uniform.

- Why?

- I think Edward's...

planning on sending Mary

to that boarding school.

Those places are

like reformatories!

I think we should

check this out.

- Do you like it here?

- It's wonderful, sir.

Hi there.

It's a

Stepford school.

So,

the skeptical American

has changed his mind...

and come to judge

for himself.

- We had some time.

- So we came up.

Oh, you must be hungry.

Come, let me satisfy

your appetite.

What's the usual age

of a girl who comes here?

The usual age of an

enrolling student is 8.

We have made exceptions for

children as young as 6 or 7.

That sounds very young.

But the system has worked

for more than 200 years.

We take great care

of our girls.

We have a registered

nutritionist...

who supervises

all our meals.

Didn't you enjoy

your lunch?

- I've never tasted anything better.

- You haven't touched it.

- This is where the girls sleep.

- Nice.

Well, it's not

exactly the Hilton,

but it's certainly

conducive to study.

I spent many a happy night

in this dormitory.

This is the room...

where the late Duke of Pileforth

used to kennel his hounds.

I can tell.

Look, it's not as cold

as it might first appear.

You know,

sometimes beneath

the most rigid surface...

lies a surprising fervor.

What's the matter,

darling?

I'm concerned

about Mary.

She'll come around.

You'll see.

I'm nervous

about tomorrow.

- Don't you want to get married?

- Of course I do.

I think so.

Yes, I do.

- Why do you ask?

- Everything's going to be fine.

You son of a b*tch.

You're sending Mary to that school!

- What are you talking about?

- We went to Pileforth.

He's planning

to send Mary there.

In 5 or 6 years,

that's a possibility.

- No, next term!

- That's not true.

- He's lying.

- Rubbish.

- Why was Miss Lomax measuring Mary?

- Was she?

- For a uniform.

- A gift. She asked me if

she could give Mary a blazer.

- Why?

- With the presents we'll get,

Mary might feel left out.

- That's a very sweet thought.

- I thought so.

What a crock!

Did you come here

to stir up trouble?

Darling, it's just

a misunderstanding.

It's not a misunderstanding.

You can't trust this guy.

He's lying!

You have no

proof of that.

I don't need any proof!

I feel it.

Who bloody cares?

Edward, I made it!

Hallelujah.

Sylvia, you can't

marry this guy.

Why not?

Tell me, Peter.

I want to know.

For Mary's sake.

You may not

like Edward,

but I love him and

I'm marrying him.

I'd tell you not to come,

but Mary would be crushed.

For her sake,

please, do come.

But as far as I'm concerned,

stay out of my life.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You haven't lost

your touch with women.

Ever think about making

an instructional video?

What'd you want to say?

I know a lot of people

don't take me seriously.

They think I'm conceited,

self-centered;

I can't see anything except

what's happening to me.

Please correct me

if I'm wrong.

I will.

Look, Pete,

I've lived with you

for 7 years now.

I know you as well

as anybody, better.

These last 5 years...

with Mary and Sylvia

and Michael and me,

you have been the glue

that kept us together.

We depended on you.

We made you the father,

and it worked.

But it's kept you

from admitting...

how you feel

about Sylvia.

You love her,

don't you?

Why do you say that?

Don't you?

Aw, come on, Pete.

- Say how you feel.

- Okay, I love her!

I knew it!

I wish they had a category

like this on "Jeopardy."

- What's holding you back?

- I don't know.

You know!

- You, for one.

- Me?

- You're Mary's father.

- So?

You're my best

friend, too.

You kiss Sylvia

all the time.

- You always tell her

how much you love her.

- That's actor stuff.

Well, I always figured you

and she would eventually...

You were there.

She said I didn't love her that way.

She was right. I don't.

Not that I couldn't fool her.

You do love her that way,

and she loves you!

She loves me?

- Then why is she marrying Edward?

- You never asked her!

Yeah, but you...

But what, Pete?

I'm scared.

Of what, getting

married again?

Yes! I love Sylvia.

Okay, I said it.

I love her so much

it's making me crazy,

but I'm scared of screwing up

like I did the last time.

I'm scared of

hurting Sylvia,

Mary, you,

and Michael...

and me.

It's tough being

papa bear, isn't it?

I love you. You're

a very special man.

If anyone deserves

to be happy, it's you.

If you love her,

you've gotta go for it.

You can make it work,

believe me.

You're

a good friend.

I'm a great friend.

What's this good sh*t?

- I'm going to Pileforth!

- Think this through.

- I think too much.

- He does.

- I love Sylvia.

- Then tell her!

I gotta prove

the guy's a fraud.

How?

There's gotta

be files,

something to show that

he's sending Mary there.

- Suppose you're wrong?

- Your words, Jack,

"If you want something,

go for it. "

- Jack!

- There you are, baby doll!

I knew you were coming.

I told Sabrina you would.

Where are

you going?

I'll be back.

I love your mom.

He's been

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