Angel Page #7

- Oh!

Angel, it's magnificent.

Theo's going to be so pleased.

- Going to make even more money

out of me, you mean.

(whispering words)

- "... of what he had..."

- Marvell! Marv!

Just in time!

(panting)

- You write too much.

- Oh, get off.

You stink of alcohol.

Oh! What are you doing?!

- Giving you a little present

for writing all your lovely,

romantic stories.

(Angel screaming)

(screaming)

- No! No!

- A little baby...!

A little baby boy!

(grunting)

With one little leg.

(Angel screaming and crying)

A little baby...

- Oh, my God!

Esme, stop it! Stop it!

Esme!

(Angel screaming)

You...!

Get off! You pig!

(sobbing)

How could you be such a fool?

Can't you see

what he's doing to us?

(Angel crying)

- It's alright.

He's gone.

- Gone? What do you mean?

- With Marvell.

First thing this morning.

- To the races? Hunting?

- I don't think so.

He took his suitcase.

- What did he say?

- Nothing. He wouldn't talk.

- You alright, sir?

- We're leaving.

- Oh, my darling!

Oh, you came back!

You came back!

I knew you would.

Nora said you'd be gone forever,

but I knew she was lying.

You won't ever leave me again,

you won't desert me?

- No.

- And look what came for you

today.

(liquid gurgling)

(door opening and closing)

(dog barking)

- Sultan!

What's the matter?

Hey...?

(gasping)

(screaming)

- "... and when our bodies...

"still burning

with the indescribable desire

"of star-crossed lovers

"were at last sundered,

"Esme lifted my heavy hair

from the pillow

"and whispered,

"like voluptuous caresses,

"these fatal words...

"'May this infinite love

"'join us body and soul

"'even beyond death...

"'... and may our hearts

be forever united."

- Thank you, Miss Deverell.

Grant Esme eternal peace.

Let us reflect upon psalm 39,

verses four and five.

(Angel crying)

(sobbing)

- Thank you.

- Right this way.

- Ah, so this will be a whole

article devoted just to Esme?

- Yes, absolutely.

I think his work deserves

to be more widely recognized.

And I think the public

are really ready

for this kind

of restricted palette.

- Restricted palette?

What's that? Not a criticism?

- Uh, no...

n-not at all.

I simply mean painting

using very few colours.

In this case,

mainly browns and greys.

- Ah, yes.

Poor Esme never liked painting

sunshine or bright colours.

He much preferred scenes...

in pubs or factories.

- For the time

that Esme lived at Paradise,

he was completely happy.

That is my one consolation

now that he has passed on.

- And how...

how did he die, exactly?

- A heart attack.

- It must've been

a great comfort

having his sister here with you.

- So unlike her brother.

But then she always has been.

What is this flower called?

I've forgotten its name.

- Uh... I'm afraid

I can't help you.

I... I've never known

very much about plants.

- Esme would've known.

- Ah!

Here is Esme's dictionary

of wild flowers.

His favourite book -

after mine, of course.

Oh!

Thank you.

- Here's the flower.

- Go away.

- Sorry?

- Go! Leave!

- Um, we...

we were going upstairs

to photograph the canvas?

- Leave this house! Go now!

- "... nor could you and I

ever be

"as ecstatically happy together

as we were on that last leave.

Don't try

and write to me again."

I don't understand.

He didn't ever have leave.

It makes no sense.

- Unless he lied to me.

Unless he came back from France,

but he lied to me.

Came back to England,

but saw someone else.

Is that what happened?

- Listen,

Esme was never given leave.

I'm sure of it.

That's just some old letter

from before you were married.

Look - it's not even signed.

- Then why does it say "leave"?

Those are the words:

"on that last leave."

Meaning there was more than one.

- Esme did not come home

on leave, Angel.

It's absurd.

- Your brother lied to me.

I give everything

to the man I love

and he deceives me.

- Angel, you've got to remember

how much Esme loved you.

And it's only

by remembering his love

that you will see

that you're wrong,

completely wrong.

- Oh, really?

But then that's what

I'd expect you to say.

You're his sister,

you're two of a kind.

And you've both done very well

out of me.

Out of living off my money,

off my success,

out of living here in my house!

- Angel, don't.

That isn't true.

Go on,

tell me.

Tell me.

- You want the truth?

- Yes.

- Alright, then - I knew.

But, Angel, I wanted

to protect you because...

I know how much

you loved Esme

and I also knew

he would never change.

Perhaps that was wrong of me.

Esme did have a mistress, yes.

And he came home on leave

a number of times

to visit her in London.

And the money he asked you for

wasn't to pay debts.

It was to keep her...

... and her child.

Until she got married.

And he never got over it.

- Wait for me here, Marvell.

(knocking)

- She's just coming.

- Do you recognize Paradise?

- Paradise...?

- That's right -

I used to live there once.

A long time before you did.

- You're Angelica?

- Yes.

I drew that when I was little.

Miss Deverell, I'm so happy

to have finally met you.

I've always been

a great admirer.

In fact, I think I've read

nearly all of your books.

But please do sit down.

Would you like some tea?

- No, thank you.

- How strange it is to meet now,

when our paths might so easily

have crossed before.

- Yes...

- I did so love your aunt.

She took such good care of me.

And dear Esme

so often talked about you.

I was so happy

when he married you

and found his feet again.

- He... he talked about me?

- Well, of course.

We'd known each other

since we were tiny children

and I was a kind of confidante

to him.

But you knew that, naturally.

- Of course.

- His death came

as a terrible shock.

He was so young,

and there were so many

wonderful things

he might've achieved.

- I brought you

your letter back.

- Thank you.

I'm very touched.

- I should go.

- You're sure you won't...

- You're alright, ma'am?

- Angel?!

What are you doing?

The doctor said to rest.

- I was lonely.

- Oh, come on.

Get this 'round you,

or you'll catch your death.

Then you're having a cup of tea

and going straight back to bed.

(cats meowing)

- Where's Silky Boy?

- Why? Isn't he here?

- I can't see him.

- He's probably outside

with Marvell.

He's chopping wood.

- He can't be outside

in all this snow.

- He'll soon be mewing

to come back in.

- But you know

how delicate he is.

- Angel?

Angel!

- Silky Boy? Silky Boy?

- Angel!

- Silky Boy, where are you?

- Are you completely mad?

Go back up into your room.

I'll tell Marvell

to look for him.

- I knew something terrible

was going to happen.

I've known it all day.

(meowing)

(meowing)

(panting)

(meowing)

Hello.

Don't worry, Silky Boy.

Mummy's here now.

It's so cold outside.

You mustn't worry.

I won't leave you outside again.

- Thank you, Marvell.

(gasping)

(wheezing)

- Where am I?

Where am I?

- You're here with me.

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