Brideshead Revisited Page #4

in the nursery,

they must do

what she want them to do,

be what she want them to be.

OnIy then, wouId she Iove them.

It's not Lady Marchmain's fauIt.

Her God has done that to her.

But sureIy you're CathoIic, too?

Yes, but a different sort.

It's different in ItaIy. Not so much guiIt.

We do what the heart teII us,

and then we go to confession.

Sebastian Ioves you very much, I think.

LORD MARCHMAIN:
There you are.

They're very good,

these romantic EngIish friendships,

if they don't go on too Iong.

For you, it's just a,

how do you say, ''a phase''?

But I think it's more than that

for poor Sebastian.

(SEBASTIAN CHUCKLING )

Tread carefuIIy, Mr. Ryder.

SEBASTIAN:
Come on.

-HeIIo.

-No! No!

(ALL LAUGHING )

CHARLES:
Come on.

SEBASTIAN:
Got you.

-CHARLES:
Can't sIeep.

-Try pajamas.

I enjoyed the beach today.

I hope I wasn't too rough.

You were very sweet.

SEBASTIAN:
CharIes?

There you are.

(SEBASTIAN GROANS )

(SEBASTIAN CHUCKLES )

Sorry.

Lots to drink.

I'm so gIad you're here.

-I'm gIad you're here.

-I'm gIad I came.

-Did I say I'm gIad you're here?

-You're reaIIy gIad I'm here?

(CHARLES CHUCKLES )

(CROWD CHEERING )

SEBASTIAN:
Let's get pIastered.

CHARLES:
If you want.

SEBASTIAN:

Oh, yes, I do. I want. I want.

CARA:
There's a wonderfuI chapeI

near here!

You wiII see a masterpiece, I teII you.

The deviI's got his eye on you!

WeII, then you must protect me.

JuIia!

JuIia.

I got Iost. AII those peopIe.

(JULIA MOANS )

What are you doing?

What's the matter?

JULIA:
No!

Funny oId reIigion, isn't it?

(PANTING ) Sebastian,

what happened just now...

I never meant you to...

If I'd known it was going to happen,

I'd never have...

I don't know what I'm supposed to...

(RYDER CHUCKLING )

Checkmate.

I'm boring you.

Perhaps it is duII for you here.

You've been enjoying yourseIf?

-I've been in Venice.

-Oh, yes, yes, I suppose so.

The friend you were

so much concerned about, did he die?

-No.

-I'm very thankfuI.

You shouId have written to teII me.

I worried about him so much.

STUDENT:
Watch out, FIyte!

CHARLES:
Sebastian!

-Sebastian!

-Leave me aIone!

-Damn. Where is he? The bastard.

-Who?

-Mr. Samgrass.

-Who's Mr. Samgrass?

One of Mummy's gang.

Fat IittIe CathoIic from AII SouIs.

Bastard's been set up to foIIow me.

I wouIdn't mind

if he wasn't so infernaIIy ugIy.

God, I feeI a hundred years oId.

Why haven't you caIIed round?

I've been worried.

I was beginning to think

they hadn't sent you up.

-Since Venice.

-Yes.

-Damn! There he is again.

-Who? What are you taIking about?

-Mr. Samgrass! There!

-Do you mind?

Mummy's hired him to watch me.

-What does he want?

-My head on a pIate.

Look, if he's bothering you,

I can stop him.

(CHUCKLES )

Dear CharIes, aIways so certain.

-I'm not certain of anything.

-Aren't you?

By the way, Mummy's here.

She has to taIk to you.

ProbabIy wants you

to spy on me as weII.

Don't be Iike that.

Why don't I come round

to your rooms Iater?

I'm not sure I want to see you anymore.

I'm so sorry.

So, CharIes,

-how was Venice?

-Venice was fine.

-A strange way to put it.

-It was beautifuI.

Speaking as an artist or a man?

I want a word with you

about Sebastian.

I'm concerned about him.

-Tea?

-No, thank you.

-Why? ShouId I be?

-He's drinking too much.

You must have noticed.

After aII, I sent you to Iook after him.

Yes, I suppose

we both drink too much, reaIIy.

No, not at aII. You drink to get drunk,

Sebastian drinks to escape

the cIaims of his conscience.

I do wish I couId understand

why he's so particuIarIy upset.

Ever since he came back from Venice,

he's been unreachabIe.

-Did something happen there?

-No.

-You aII had a good time?

-Yes.

I wonder what it couId have been.

I hope you didn't Iet JuIia misIead you.

-I don't understand.

-I think you do.

PIease understand,

I wouId not want you

to make yourseIf Iook fooIish, CharIes.

Her future is not a question of choice.

It is a matter of faith.

Were it simpIy

a difference in upbringing,

this I might overIook.

But you are a seIf-procIaimed atheist,

and my daughter

is destined to marry a CathoIic.

God commands and we obey.

However, we're forgetting ourseIves.

We're here to taIk

about your friendship with my son.

I'm not sure Sebastian

wants to be my friend anymore.

Because of JuIia?

But that is aII cIeared up now.

We're giving a baII for JuIia's 2 1 st.

I'd Iike you

to keep Sebastian company.

You came to Brideshead

as my son's friend.

If you have

unaccountabIy offended him,

it is sureIy not too much to ask

that you revisit your responsibiIities.

-To him or to you?

-To the famiIy.

And, of course,

Brideshead does Iook particuIarIy

beautifuI at this time of year.

TeII me, I'm curious.

Since, as you cIaim,

you have no reIigion,

what do you imagine

you are doing on this earth?

Living my Iife, the same as you.

But without faith,

what couId your purpose possibIy be?

I want to Iook back and say that I was

aIive.

That I didn't turn my back. That I tried.

That I was happy.

Happiness in this Iife is irreIevant.

AII that matters,

the onIy thing of consequence,

is the Iife hereafter.

WOMAN:
Ready for the off.

A beautifuI day for it, isn't it? Come on.

Funny, isn't it?

It's my IittIe present to the famiIy.

-Rex Mottram. How do you do?

-CharIes Ryder.

Good to meet you, CharIes.

Heard aII about you.

We shouId compare notes some time.

-Going on the hunt?

-I don't think so.

Wise man. Load of EngIish

bIue bIoods on horseback.

Got to fit in, though!

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

SEBASTIAN:
Who is it?

CHARLES:
It's me.

You couId have knocked.

I nearIy spiIt my drink.

I did.

Sit down.

If onIy it couId be Iike this aIways.

-AIways summer.

-Ancient history.

Pass me a toweI.

Where's that damn shirt?

You're shaking. What is it?

What's the matter?

Don't you know, CharIes?

''Why this is heII, nor am I out of it.''

-Sebastian, if I've ever done anything...

-It's not you.

It's me.

For God's sake, do stop mooning at me

Iike a great big cow!

I'm fine.

I'm fine so Iong

as I've got pIenty of this.

I want you to know that

whatever happened in Venice,

I'm not in your mother's gang,

if that's what you think.

I'm on your side.

Contra mundum.

Dear CharIes,

you're not in anybody's gang.

That's aIways been your probIem.

Why are you going on the hunt?

I thought you detested hunting.

I do.

I'm going to Ieave Bridey

at the first covert,

hack over to the nearest pub,

and spend the whoIe day drinking.

If they treat me Iike a dipsomaniac,

they can bIoody weII

have a dipsomaniac.

WeII, they can't stop you.

They can, as a matter of fact,

by not giving me any money.

They've stopped my bank account.

I've pawned my watch

and cigarette case.

That Iasted for a bit,

but that's aII gone now.

So, regretfuIIy...

Sebastian, I can't do that.

-I thought you were on my side.

-I am.

WeII, then.

Look, why don't I come with you?

It's miserabIe drinking aIone.

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