Brideshead Revisited Page #3

-Mummy's here.

-We know.

She's invited CharIes to dinner.

LAD Y MARCHMAIN:
It's not

what we agreed upon, Sebastian,

when we taIked about this

at Christmas, when you came down.

It's no use crying, darIing.

That's just chiIdish.

That's not going to heIp, is it?

You see, darIing,

whatever yesterday's sins,

we must aII pray for God's forgiveness.

So now, you try and try again now.

Be a good boy.

For God and for Mummy.

(SEBASTIAN CRYING )

Now, just put your shirt on now.

Dining room's this way.

Is Sebastian aII right?

He seemed upset.

JULIA:
Oh.

He and Mummy often have these taIks.

FIanneIs for dinner?

Very boId, Mr. Ryder.

-WiII your mother mind?

-Yes, she'II be appaIIed.

No, don't worry.

She'II be understanding.

-Do you often do that?

-What?

-Say one thing, mean another?

-Yes and no.

(CHARLES CHUCKLES )

(DOOR OPENING )

LAD Y MARCHMAIN:
Thank you.

(BRIDE Y SAYING GRACE IN LATIN)

-BRIDE Y:
Amen.

-Amen.

WeIcome to Brideshead, Mr. Ryder.

I've been hearing aII about you.

I do hope you didn't Iet Sebastian

caII you away in too much of a rush.

I'm afraid I didn't quite have time

to pack the right things.

Sebastian must Iend you some cIothes

whiIe you're here.

Or perhaps Bridey's a better fit.

Are you a Bridey

or a Sebastian, Mr. Ryder?

He can't borrow Bridey's cIothes.

Bridey dresses Iike a bank cIerk.

Don't be vuIgar, CordeIia.

VuIgar is not the same as funny.

I hope you've been

Iooked after properIy, Ryder.

Has Sebastian

been seeing to the wine?

Yes. Sebastian's been

seeing to the wine.

BRIDE Y:
DeIighted to hear it.

-You're fond of wine?

-Yes, very.

I wish I were.

It's such a bond with other men.

At Christ Church, I tried to get drunk

more than once, but I didn't enjoy it.

JULIA:
What do you enjoy, Bridey?

Hunting, shooting,

fishing.

And what form do your pIeasures take,

Mr. Ryder?

-Sorry, pIeasures?

-Your hobbies.

-What do you do to reIax?

-He drinks.

Drinking is not a hobby, Sebastian.

-You Iive in London, is that correct?

-Yes.

-Whereabouts?

-Paddington.

You Iive in a raiIway station?

No, no. Sorry. No, I Iive nearby.

I see.

And has this Ied

to an interest in trains?

No.

So, are you cIose

with Sebastian's crowd?

Not reaIIy.

-With Anthony BIanche?

-We're acquainted.

CharIes is a painter, Mummy.

How charming.

We must get you

to paint something for us.

-WouId you do that, Mr. Ryder?

-I'd be deIighted.

I think Brideshead's the most

beautifuI house I've ever seen.

-It's utterIy magicaI.

-How kind you are.

(CHARLES CHUCKLING )

Summer at Brideshead.

Mr. Ryder must stay with us

for the rest of the vacation.

As a matter of fact,

I've just heard from Papa.

He wants me to go and see him

in Venice. And JuIia.

I see.

And do you intend

to accept this invitation?

Yes. Why not?

What about you, JuIia?

WiII you be going?

I'd Iike to.

WouIdn't you rather

stay at Brideshead?

WeII, yes, if you want me to.

-You must not negIect your duty.

-No, Mother.

I think we might spend a IittIe time

in the chapeI after dinner.

-WouId you join us, Mr. Ryder?

-Thank you.

You do know CharIes is an atheist?

An agnostic, sureIy.

ActuaIIy, no.

But you'II join us, anyway,

out of curiosity.

Thank you.

-No Sebastian?

-No, Mummy.

CharIes, are you reaIIy an atheist?

-Yes, I am.

-How awfuI for you.

I'II put you on my prayer Iist.

I have a Iong Iist of peopIe I pray for,

incIuding six bIack CordeIias in Africa.

It's a new thing. You send five bob

to some nuns in Africa,

and they christen a baby after you.

Right.

ALL:
Thy wiII be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daiIy bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive

those who trespass against us.

And Iead us not into temptation,

but deIiver us from eviI.

Amen.

(LAD Y MARCHMAIN SINGS IN LATIN)

(ALL SINGING IN LATIN)

LAD Y MARCHMAIN:
Have you ever

been to Venice, Mr. Ryder?

No. No, I haven't.

Every ambitious young man

shouId visit Venice.

It makes one sound more compIete.

I was thinking, if Sebastian were to go,

it might be a good thing

if you were to accompany him.

He needs someone pIausibIe

by his side.

I gather Iast time he was there, he was

befriending some very odd types.

It's youthfuI high spirits, I understand,

but in the end,

we must aII accept God's Iimits.

Atheist, or no.

I know I can reIy on you.

You seem to me

a very reIiabIe young man.

-San Giovanni e PaoIo.

-SEBASTIAN:
Oh, dear.

I can see

you're going to be impossibIy curious.

By the way, I shouId warn you.

Our IoveIy father is rather a scoundreI.

He Iives

in one of the paIazzos with Cara.

-Who's Cara?

-His mistress.

Poor Papa's rather shunned by society.

Not the ItaIians, of course.

They adore him.

-Santa Maria dei MiracoIi.

-I know. I've seen the postcard.

-My dear boy!

-DarIing, Papa.

-You Iook so young!

-Do you think so?

I've taken to pIaying tennis

at the Lido with a professionaI.

Cara thinks I'm getting far too fat.

JuIia, come here.

-Father.

-My chiId.

-I wasn't sure if you'd come.

-Mummy gave me her bIessing.

BIessed by your mother.

What a saint that woman is.

You know, I used to try everything

to pIease her.

JuIia, this is your friend, Mr. Ryder?

-CharIes is my friend, Papa.

-I see.

-DeIighted.

-How do you do, sir?

-WeIcome to Venice.

-Here's Cara. Now we can eat.

Come aIong now. This way.

Don't Iook so greedy. It won't go away.

Sorry.

I wasn't sure you'd come to Venice.

Your father seemed

pIeased to see you.

I'm not sure Father

cares much if I come.

He'd probabIy be just as happy

if it was onIy Sebastian.

They adore each other.

They're aIike in so many ways.

-Who are you Iike?

-Me?

Oh.

Nobody.

I'm the famiIy shadow.

(BELL RINGING )

Drinks.

(SEBASTIAN CHUCKLING )

-CARA:
JuIia.

-Cara.

Mr. Ryder, Sebastian teIIs me

you are a painter.

-CharIes is an artist.

-Good.

WeII, then I wiII show you aII the

great art of CanaIetto and Veronese.

He never goes anywhere.

Such a phiIistine.

I don't mind the art.

It's reIigion I can't stand.

The ItaIians seem unabIe

to paint anything haIf decent

without putting Christ dying in it.

Of course, your mother Ioved ItaIy.

-A pieta on every street corner.

-Don't be crueI.

On the contrary, she'd be fIattered.

God was aIways her first Iove.

-Mummy Ioves aII of us equaIIy.

-Come now, JuIia.

You were the one who waIked away!

What must you think of us, Mr. Ryder?

-A famiIy of monsters, are we not?

-No, not at aII.

I Iost my mother when I was young.

TeII me, Mr. Ryder, as an artist,

what did you make of Brideshead?

I thought it was magnificent.

You think that? ReaIIy?

And now, here you are in Venice.

What a Iot of temptations.

CARA:
He waIks for two hours

every day. He wants to be immortaI.

But he's quite fragiIe, you know, inside.

That woman nearIy suffocated him.

-She's been very kind to me.

-Oh, yes. I'm sure. But you wiII see.

WeII, just Iook at her chiIdren.

Even when they were tiny,

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