Anna and the King of Siam Page #9

- Good-bye, mem cha.

- Good-bye, Princess Mowana.

Where's Prince Chulalongkorn?

He would not come.

- Mem cha.

- Princess.

I will always feel so unhappy...

thinking of you being among

all those English people.

I shan't ever forget you, Princess.

Good-bye.

I guess that's all.

- You go on, Mother.

- What are you going to do, Louis?

I rather thought I'd like

to say good-bye to the prince.

Oh. It's odd he wasn't here today.

Well, he's funny.

All right, dear, but don't be too long.

Oh.

- Good day, sir.

- Good day.

We are wishing to

say something to you, mem.

- Oh?

- Be seated, please.

Shall you be ready?

"Dear friend and teacher:

"My goodness gracious.

Do not go away.

'We are in great need of you.

'We are like one blind.

'Do not let us

fall down in darkness...

"but continue...

"good and sincere concern for us...

"and lead us in the right road.

Your loving pupils."

Thank you. Thank you.

You can't imagine...

You can't imag...

Lady Thiang.

I came here because I...

I've seen very little of you lately.

Somehow I have a feeling

you've been avoiding me.

I should hate to leave like that.

I have a sense of having failed here...

but I'd hoped that we had become

rather special friends.

If there's any reason why...

Does the mem want me

to say she has not failed...

or does she wish me to speak truth?

Well, the truth, of course.

This is maybe not good room...

for mem to speak about her failure.

Has she ever observed my wallpaper?

- It's very beautiful.

- But you have not really looked at it.

It tells a story for anyone

with the eyes to see.

I had it painted.

That straight young tree...

is like unto me when I am young...

and became first wife to my lord...

who is the great tree there.

I am happy...

and you can see that

there are flowers all around.

They are the happiness...

that grows in our shadow.

But here...

other trees grow up

between me and my lord.

That is custom...

for king to take many wives.

And here, my lord the king...

the great tree, grows very fast...

very high, trying to touch stars.

But the branches are bare...

not green with leaves...

to make kind shadow from the sun.

See, the flowers are almost gone...

and the small tree, which is me...

droops and withers.

I cannot help him.

And here I see that beside me...

very small tree is growing.

This is my son...

the prince who shall be king.

See that the ground is all bare now.

The sun is very cruel.

I try to shelter him...

but I am very small...

because I am only woman.

I try, but I do not know

if I can do this.

But you haven't finished it.

No. I did not know

what the end shall be.

But I know now...

and I do not wish to paint it.

I cannot help him.

This tree will not be better...

than the other one.

And this shall be your fault...

Mem Owens.

You should have helped him.

That is what I hoped for.

He wished for such love

as your son has.

That is what he needed.

I watch him.

He could have grown gentle and kind...

and in this is happiness,

not in lessons.

All this you could have given him...

but I could not.

He is the one you fail.

And I shall remember you

for this failure...

every time I look at my son...

as long as I shall live.

Memsahib! Memsahib!

Only infidels would

send gifts at a time like this, memsahib.

They should be sold,

and this I will undertake for you.

We'll see, Moonshee.

- Good day, mem.

- Your Excellency.

You're better today, maybe?

Much better.

Won't you sit down, Excellency?

Not today, mem.

I'm here officially today.

I have something

I'm ordered to read to you.

- Are you prepared for listening, mem?

- Yes.

"The unforeseen misfortune...

"a mournful event of death

of said affectionate boy...

"has caused great sorrow

to His Majesty and to royal family...

'since this boy was beloved by all...

'as if member of said family.

"But as sign of regret...

"that events

of such sorrowful nature...

"must be arriving to those

deserving of better happiness...

'the 12th of September is appointed...

'as day of mourning

for entire country...

'to observe same with fireworks

and other ceremony...

"just as for member of royal family.

"Also from this day...

"Mem Anna Owens shall bear title...

"of Lady Kroo Yai of kingdom of Siam...

'as mark of sad respect

of said nation.

Maha Mongkut, king of Siam.'

It took him a long time

to write it, mem.

He wrote it many times.

It was very kind.

Mem, please try and understand.

He's trying to say

in this letter that he is sorry...

not only about your son...

but about the woman.

That he was wrong.

That you spoke truth to him.

That nothing is any better for it.

That is very much for him to say, mem.

It is first time that he

shall have tried to say...

that he is sorry to any person.

Please thank him for me.

Memsahib,

is this to be put up with?

Is it to be endured for Louis sahib?

Fireworks?

They're holding religious services too,

if you'll listen.

Then listen.

Mem.

- You may go.

- Yes, mem cha.

- Mem cha.

- Your Royal Highness.

I came...

I wanted to ask...

Do you remember this?

When we said good-bye

to each other...

he gave it to me.

I think that you shall maybe

want it back.

No. It was Louis's to give

to whom he pleased.

You think that I may keep it?

Yes.

- Mem?

- Yes, Your Royal Highness?

I did not give Nar Lek...

That is what I called Louis...

I did not give him anything...

and there is something I would

have given to him, I think.

It is white.

Not all white, of course,

but it is whiter than most...

and it is mine.

There are not many things

that are mine, not really...

I mean, to give,

so if you wouldn't mind taking it...

maybe... maybe it would be like...

What is it?

My elephant.

It's almost white, and...

You liked Louis, didn't you?

Well, he gave me the knife...

and he'd like it if you had something

that could take care of you.

I think he's very strong, the elephant,

and I like him very much.

But if you gave me

this strong, gentle elephant...

who's going to look after you?

You're growing so fast...

your wrists are sticking

out of your jacket.

Somebody really ought

to look after you.

Mem. Mem.

Oh.

You sent for me, Your Majesty?

Yes, I... I sent for you.

What is it, Your Majesty?

I...

Mem, doctors I send say you do not

take medicine for sleeping as prescribed.

Resting shall be necessary.

I do not understand why you shall be

so strong-headed in this matter.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I haven't...

I want Your Majesty to know that...

I'm very grateful for the kind things

you've done since...

since my boy's death.

Such things I do not important.

- Is that all, Your Majesty?

- No, this is not all.

I have other matter to talk with you.

Mem, I become every day

more behind with work...

which every day

becomes more difficult...

thus making for me much confusion,

weariness, et cetera.

For such instance,

it shall be important to know...

why shall geography say

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote