Dragonwyck Page #10

and dip them in bronze, if you like!

But you will not destroy Dragonwyck.

You will not take away from me

what has been mine for more than 200 years!

No babbling idiot of a governor will

make laws that have to do with my manor...

with the manor that my son...

that my son will inherit.

Oh, it's Dr. Turner.

What are you doing here?

You are not wanted. You're trespassing.

I don't want you here.

I don't need you anymore.

There was a time when you knew too little

and I could use you, but now...

(Footsteps Approaching)

If you don't mind, Mr. Van Ryn...

I'll have to ask you

to come along with us.

- Mayor Curtis, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

I do mind, very much.

I have no intention

of going anywhere with anyone.

This is not a request, Van Ryn. You're being

ordered to come along. You're under arrest.

I will not be ordered

to do anything by anyone.

This is my property,

and you will all leave it at once.

Nicholas! Please.

This is your only chance.

My only chance?

How little you know me, Miranda.

Even Johanna would never have said that.

Dr. Turner,

you might use your infiuence...

to beneft these men for once

and tell them to get out of here.

How little you know me, Mr. Van Ryn,

or them.

You don't believe I'd shoot?

Yes, I believe you.

Have it your way then!

That's right.

Take off your hats

in the presence of the patroon.

Hello, Jeff.

I thought, if you didn't mind,

I'd ride alongside to the boat landing.

- You're welcome to ride inside.

- Thanks. I'd like nothing more...

but then I'd have to

ride back here in it alone.

- You understand, don't you?

- Of course I do.

Good-bye, Mrs. MacNab,

and thank you for everything.

It'll be lonely here without you,

Mrs. Van Ryn.

Mrs. Van Ryn...

Suddenly it sounded strange

to hear you called that.

Is that all you're taking with you?

It's all I brought with me... from home,

except a black dress.

The way you just said "home"...

as if you never had any other.

Have I ever?

You answer that.

You know, Ma once said she felt she

shouldn't have let me come to Dragonwyck...

that she was afraid.

You couldn't marry a dream, she said.

- Do you dream much, Jeff?

- Sometimes.

Some dreams are very real, I guess.

So real that they

get confused with reality.

And then when you wake up

and look around...

you fnd yourself saying, "What am I

doing here? How did I get here?

What has this to do with what I am

and what I want?"

Then I guess you make up your mind

you've had a nightmare...

- And you go crawling to your ma and pa.

- (Train Whistle Blows)

So it's back to Greenwich now, Miranda...

with never another thought

of anything here.

Well, Greenwich

isn't so far away after all.

Perhaps you'll be passing

through sometime, Jeff.

Would next week be too soon?

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