Brideshead Revisited Page #6

-What about ItaIy? Capri?

-Antibes.

-SeviIIe.

-Verona.

-Paris.

-Brideshead.

-No!

-Why not?

-It's the IoveIiest pIace on earth.

-I can't go back there.

-Not after this.

-Nonsense.

-We've nothing to apoIogize for.

-No.

Besides, Rex is there.

Leave it to me.

I'II settIe things with Rex.

I'II settIe everything.

Trust me.

(JULIA LAUGHING )

I do.

-And stop worrying!

-I wiII.

POLICEMAN:
Good afternoon, ma'am.

LAD Y:
LoveIy day.

Mr. and Mrs. Ryder.

Look, that's the Duke

and Duchess of CIarence.

-They want to buy one!

-How very gracious of them.

Make an effort, CharIes.

I've got you the cream of Mayfair.

MAN:
Mrs. Ryder, good day.

BLANCHE:

CharIes, how charming you Iook.

Anthony.

I heard, quite by chance, at a Iuncheon,

that you were having an exhibition.

So, of course, I dashed impetuousIy

to the shrine to pay homage.

Where are the pictures?

Let me expIain them to you.

BLANCHE:
This is simpIy charm.

SimpIe, creamy, EngIish charm,

pIaying tigers.

But enough of art.

They teII me you are happy in Iove

and that is everything, isn't it?

Or nearIy everything.

Everyone's taIking about it.

So, it's JuIia now.

And it used to be Sebastian.

Do you think I shouId warn her?

Warn her about what?

How apropos that you'd have

chosen jungIes for your canvas.

I aIways thought you

were the Iamb to be sIaughtered,

when aII aIong it is they

who are hunted.

There reaIIy is no end to your hunger,

is there, CharIes?

JULIA:
Why do I feeI so nervous?

CHARLES:
Don't be.

-Who are aII these peopIe?

-PoIiticians, money men.

Rex thinks there's a war

coming with HitIer.

He wants to do weII out of it.

-It's aII he taIks about.

-REX:
HeIIo, JuIia.

-HeIIo, Rex.

-Good evening, Rex.

Mr. Ryder,

weIcome back to Brideshead.

I hear you're making

quite a name for yourseIf.

-CouId I have a word with you?

-Later, I have guests.

It's coId.

Not here!

-Sorry.

-Let's go back to London.

-Let me settIe everything with Rex.

-And then we'II Ieave?

-Yes? CharIes?

-Yes.

If that's what you want.

(JULIA CHUCKLING )

HeIIo, Bridey.

-HeIIo, JuIia. Just up from London?

-Yes.

WeIcome back to Brideshead, CharIes.

-How's your famiIy?

-Fine, thank you.

-Rex stiII entertaining?

-He's got business.

(EX CLAIMS )

I'm sorry he's not here.

I have a IittIe announcement to make.

WeII, come on. Out with it.

-I'm engaged to be married.

-CongratuIations, Bridey.

WeII, who is she?

-No one you know.

-Is she pretty?

I don't think you couId

exactIy caII her pretty.

''ComeIy'' is the word

I think of in her connection.

She is a big woman.

-Fat?

-No, big.

She's caIIed Mrs. Muspratt.

Her Christian name is BeryI.

But, Bridey, where did you find her?

Her Iate husband, AdmiraI Muspratt,

coIIected matchboxes.

You're not marrying her

for her matchboxes, are you, Bridey?

No, no.

Matchboxes were Ieft

to FaImouth Town Library.

I'm just hoIding them for coIIection.

Why are you Iaughing?

-I hope you'II be very happy.

-Thank you.

-I think I'm very fortunate.

-You sIy, oId thing.

When are we going to meet her?

You must bring her here.

-I couIdn't do that.

-Why not?

WeII, you must understand,

BeryI is a woman

of strict CathoIic principIe,

fortified by the prejudices

of the middIe cIasses.

I couIdn't possibIy bring her here.

I don't understand.

It may be a matter of indifference

to you,

whether or not you choose

to Iive in sin with CharIes,

but on no account wouId BeryI

consent to be your guest.

CHARLES:
How dare you taIk to her

Iike that?

BIoody offensive thing to say!

ReaIIy, there was nothing

she couId object to.

I was mereIy stating

a fact weII known to her.

Take no notice of him, my darIing.

(DOOR OPENING )

So,

got you. Sorry about the deIay.

I'II be outside.

The door? Door's made

from aII the works of Dickens.

I had it instaIIed especiaIIy. Want one?

No, thank you.

I know what you're thinking.

How vuIgar can it get?

You wanna know the secret?

I do it on purpose.

It amuses me to offend

their deIicate sensibiIities.

So, you wanna take my wife off me?

You know she can't marry

a divorce, right?

-Against the ruIes.

-WeII, at Ieast she'II be free of you.

She'II never be free.

Don't pretend

you've been faithfuI to her.

Who said anything about faith?

I bet you'd Iove to get your hands

on the house, though, wouIdn't you?

AII those pretty paintings.

AII those pretty views.

Let her go, Rex. You never Ioved her.

The onIy thing you ever had

in common was reIigion.

Wrong. When I decided to marry JuIia,

I wasn't a CathoIic.

I converted before the wedding.

Bet she didn't teII you that.

-I guessed.

-Oh, yeah?

You're the type.

You peopIe,

you never Iearn.

You couId have had it aII

if you'd been a IittIe more fIexibIe.

I did what I had to do.

They want a CathoIic,

I'II convert to CathoIicism.

It's a great reIigion.

You sin aII you want, then you confess.

ProbIem soIved.

You gotta woo these peopIe.

This famiIy don't Iive in the reaI worId.

-They're mortgaged up to the hiIt.

-Get to the point.

You want my wife? Make me an offer.

-I'm not just giving her away.

-Don't do this. It's demeaning.

Try a IittIe harder.

You're a rich man, Rex,

you've aIready got what you wanted.

You can never have enough

of what you want.

No, you're right.

You're taking her off my hands.

That's a favor.

I'II teII you what I'II do.

You give me a coupIe of your jungIe

pics, and I'II give you an annuIment.

I hear you're worth coIIecting.

Come on, CharIie boy, say yes.

You know you want to.

You don't have to speak.

Just nod.

I'II have my driver take me to London.

He can pick up the paintings

in the morning.

You know she's mad.

Can't even give you chiIdren.

Lost the onIy one we had.

JuIia?

I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

(CRYING )

-It's just a shock.

-Shh.

Shh. Don't.

I've aIways known, ever since nursery.

I tried to be good, I reaIIy did.

I tried. I married Rex.

AII through the backgammon

and cigars, I tried.

But it's not enough. It's never enough.

God had to punish me.

So he took my IittIe stiIIborn...

My chiId. My girI.

With you, I thought I couId

reaIIy and truIy be free.

But coming back here, it's Iike a thread,

an invisibIe thread drawing you back,

inch by inch,

untiI aII of a sudden,

you're a chiId again.

And that voice inside your head,

the one that Mummy pIanted

aII those years ago in the nursery,

every night in the nursery,

fiIIing your head with it.

And the voice is teIIing you,

whispering,

''Wicked IittIe JuIia,

bad IittIe girI, Iiving in sin.''

And here I am again with you,

Iiving in sin.

It's over. It's over now.

-Everything set?

-That's everything, sir.

-Thank you, WiIcox.

-Best of Iuck, sir.

Who's that?

Go back. Turn around.

I have to go back.

-WILCO X:
Staff, immediateIy!

-Yes, sir.

Come on, quickIy now!

MAID:
I'II heIp with that.

WILCO X:
Come on, hurry!

MAID:
Yes, sir.

MAID:
ShaII I heIp, Tompkins?

WILCO X:
Hurry!

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