Albert Nobbs Page #4

Why don't you go for a walk

with the charmer, then?

What?

Sure, why not?

There's a whiff of money off him.

Maybe he could take you out.

Have a good time.

What about you?

I'm not the jealous type.

Come here to me, Helen Dawes.

If he lays a hand on you, I'd wring

his scrawny neck, so help me I will.

Poke him up.

See what he's after.

Get him to take you somewhere fancy.

Get him to buy you

something sweet, like yourself.

Be sure not to keep him waiting.

Not for me, not for Joseph.

Were you afraid I wasn't coming?

Not very.

Did you see that one?

Did you see that dress?

Five guineas if it was a penny.

- Five guineas?

- At least.

Lord, I love the smell

of roasting coffee.

Would you like to go in?

All right.

Look at the chocolates.

Aren't they gorgeous?

I'm afraid they'd cost a lot.

Oh. Well...

we'll go somewhere else,

somewhere cheaper.

No, please.

May I help you?

We'd like some chocolate, please.

What kind of chocolate?

Just chocolate.

Dark chocolate? Milk chocolate?

Creams? Caramels?

Nougat? Nuts?

No, a box of chocolates.

To take with us.

Oh, to take with you.

And not something to drink?

No. A box of chocolates.

- One of those.

- Which one?

Which one?

That one, with the two ladies.

Oh, no, wait.

That one,

with the soldier and the lady.

Wait, I can't decide.

Then my dad died,

and I had to go out to work.

First I was in service,

then I served behind the counter

in a shop for a while.

In a shop?

Yes.

In a draper's.

Treated like dirt by any bloody b*tch

with sixpence to spend.

Where did you live?

I had my own room.

Above the shop?

Yes, above the shop.

Do you know what, Mr. Nobbs?

I think you are the strangest man

I've ever met.

Chocolates, three shillings, sixpence.

If every time we walk out

is to cost three and six,

14 shillings a month,

twice, that's 28 shillings a month,

two boxes a week.

At this rate,

16 pounds, six shillings a year.

Oh, Lord.

Perhaps I'd only need to court her

for three months.

Here

- Is this the best you could do?

- At least he bought me something.

Oh, look at you, Miss High-and-Mighty.

Lord Albert put ideas

in your head, did he?

You should have seen him pay for it.

Blood from a turnip.

Oh, so he's sweet on you then, eh?

Hmm.

- Well, next time...

- Next time?

Ask him for, I don't know,

a bottle of something.

What sort of something?

Whisky.

A good bottle of malt.

I like a drop of malt.

Say... Say it's for your brother.

- I haven't got a brother.

- Well, he won't know that.

I've walked out before, but never

with the likes of Albert Nobbs.

- He's a freak, is what he is.

- He has manners, at least.

Not like some people I could mention.

Well, his manners won't get you

to America now, will they?

What?

I may not have manners...

but I swear

I'm getting us out of here.

There's no hope for us here, Helen.

None.

All my life I've dreamed of getting out

and nothing's going to stop me.

America's the only place

for people like me.

Over there, I'd learn fast and I'd

work hard. And we could have a life.

Will you chance it with me?

Will you?

Yes.

I love you, Joe.

I love you.

- Why are we going this way?

- You'll see.

Can we not stop and have

a cup of tea somewhere?

My heels are raw,

we've walked that far.

What's this?

Just imagine.

Blue doors, cream walls inside,

nice curtains on the upstairs windows.

Up there a sign:

Tobacconist, A. Nobbs.

What do you think?

It's big enough for a shop

and for...

for... people

to live above.

It's a very desirable property,

and can only appreciate,

the agent said so.

In 15 years, it will fetch

three times what it's worth now.

Sell up then,

move to some place by the sea.

I've always wanted

to live by the sea.

You haven't moved in and you've

already got yourself retired.

But I just...

I just wanted to show it to you.

You ask me to come out with you.

You walk me off my feet,

and we end up in this back alley.

I've spent my life trying

to get out of holes like this.

Helen?

Helen.

Please take me back.

I'm tired.

Thanks for the bottle.

And the hat.

Oh yes. Thank you.

Where does he live?

Who?

- Your brother.

- Me brother?

Oh. My brother.

In... In Mallow.

But he often comes up to Dublin.

Joe.

Joe.

Joe Mackins.

You nearly made me wet me self.

- Here

- What's this?

Well, well.

So his nibs coughed up, did he?

This is good stuff.

Good girl.

Now see if you can screw

a few quid out of him.

A few quid?

The first one's always the hardest.

But after that, it's like shelling peas.

You don't know Albert Nobbs

if you think we can get him

to pay our way out of here.

He wouldn't give you

the steam off his water.

He bought you those chocolates,

didn't he?

And now this?

Oh, and that hat.

See, you got him hooked.

Has he tried any...?

- What?

- You know.

Next time you go out with him...

work him up a bit,

see what he's made of.

See if there's a sting in him.

I'm not going out with him anymore.

Well, how else

we going to get to America?

You've got to walk out with him

as long as there is a bob in his pocket,

and you've a hand to pull it out.

Here, here.

Come back tonight.

Should I...

tell her before we're married...

or save it for the wedding night?

She might call the police,

who'd take us both to the station.

If only I'd been able to ask Hubert

how she did it.

She was like this when we came in.

Is she going to die?

- Has anyone else been here?

- No, only us.

Ay, leave her with me.

And wash your hands, all of you,

scrub them in carbolic.

Mother of God,

is it the fever? Is it?

Go on.

Don't say anything to anybody.

I'll talk to Mrs. Baker.

And wash your hands.

Never mind.

Amelia, for God's sake.

Come on.

Pick up your feet.

That's it. Good boy.

Monsieur Pigot.

Monsieur Pigot, I insist you not go

without paying your bill.

Send it on.

But where is my man?

Where is my Patrick?

Why isn't he here?

Who are you?

Oh! Everything's impossible.

- But there's only one girl who died.

- Madam, madam, please.

- She was sick when she came here.

- This is in the public interest.

- This is my livelihood.

- I'm sorry.

This is the way I earn my living.

You'll destroy me!

Mr. Nobbs?

Joe.

There's something

I have to tell you.

What's that, then?

Is it something I want to hear?

I'm expecting.

I'm going to have a baby.

I'm sorry.

I'll take care of you.

Don't you worry.

Come here. Come here.

I'm ruined.

Finished.

You do have a great gift

for exaggeration, Duchess.

No, I am. I am.

I'm mortgaged up to my ears,

I've an office full of unpaid bills.

If the guests are afraid to return...

Come on, Madge, you'll rise again.

Ohh...

I surely would have perished

without you.

Good morning, Mr. N.

Sweet Jesus and all the saints

in heaven,

Mr. Nobbs,

will you eat something?

Have you some porridge?

Yes, of course.

Mr. Nobbs.

Thank the Lord you're well again.

Is Helen safe?

Oh, yes, she's all right.

Blooming, you could say.

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