Escape Me Never Page #6

What- oh.

Afraid the Maclean's might be

going back there, aren't you?

We'll go to Vienna.

I don't like Vienna.

Then we'll go to Paris.

I don't like Paris, either!

Besides, you know we

haven't got the money.

Oh, yes, we have.

I sold the concertina

and... the duke.

You so- ha ha ha!

The concertina belonged to Caryl,

and so did half the donkey.

Getting rid of you and me

will be worth more to him

than a concertina and half a donkey.

Oh, why don't you stop-

Women.

I also sold your father's

autographed music.

You did what?

Sold your father's

autographed music.

Why, you- you little runt.

You've certainly got a nerve.

Well, instead of carrying

other people's stuff around,

you should be writing

great things of your own.

Yes. That's what

I'm going to do...

beginning with Primavera.

What?

Oh, I haven't told you

about that, have I?

That's to be the name

of my ballet.

What ballet?

It's a brand- new idea, wonderful,

symbolizing the very

spirit of Spring.

Primavera. Listen.

Oh, I'm sorry, Gemma.

Oh, I wish we could

go away somewhere

where I could get this down

on paper so it could be staged.

You'd help me, wouldn't you? Gemma? Hmm?

The way you always have?

Are you bawling?

If I am, it's my affair.

It's mine, too.

Sebastian, I've known a lot

of rotten people in my life,

but none the equal of you.

You lie and cheat and break

promises right and left

and then think because you put your

arms around me, everything's all right,

Forgiven and forgotten.

Wait a moment. I-

You're rotten. I say it again,

and I say it to your face.

I have a star to follow,

I've always told you,

and I must follow it alone.

What you follow isn't a star.

They don't come that low.

But whatever it is, go after it.

I'm finished.

What do you mean by that?

I'm leaving you, Sebastian.

Gemma! Gemma!

Put Piccolo down.

Put him down!

Now, come here.

You little fool.

Oh, if I could only tell you

how thoroughly I despise you,

then up and leave you, let it

be finished once and for all.

It'll never be

finished between us.

Gemma, you know it won't.

Loving you is the most awful

thing that has ever happened to me.

Is it?

Yes, it is.

Perhaps you're right.

Maybe you do deserve a better man.

But I don't want

a better man, Sebastian.

I just want you.

Fenella.

Oh, Fenella, darling,

you're looking wonderful.

I've never seen you

so- so beautiful.

Thank you, Caryl.

You didn't expect me to follow you

to the Dolomites, did you?

No.

Oh, it doesn't seem any

longer than yesterday

we were sitting

in the Caf Galante.

I feel as if there had never been

a misunderstanding at all.

I know how you feel, but-

I say, Gemma explained the

mix-up in Venice, didn't she?

Yes. She explained very thoroughly.

Well, everything's the same,

and yet everything's

changed since I saw you last.

Yes. That's what

I want to talk to you-

I have a surprise for you. I've

come round to your way of thinking.

How do you mean? About our

getting married, of course.

Oh, Caryl!

Yes. I think it would

be a good thing.

And to make myself

acceptable to your parents,

I'm going to get a job.

Oh, not the sort of thing

I had in Venice,

but something

with a future

and, at the same time, something

which will further my career.

I know it sounds rather vague,

but I'm positive

I can work it out.

What do you think?

Oh, I... I don't know.

Where would you find such a job?

Oh, lots of places

- Vienna, Salzburg, perhaps London.

Yes. London would

be best, I imagine.

My father had

a great many friends there.

A music broker by the name

of Steinach to name just one.

He'd be a good contact for me.

Would you marry me

if I had a proper job, Fenella?

Well-

I can make you happy, darling. I know I can.

Oh, Caryl, I don't know

how to say this,

but there's something

I've got to tell you.

Last night, I-

Excuse me. Mr. Caryl Dubrok, please?

Yes. What is it?

I have a note for you, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

It's from Sebastian, my brother.

Oh?

Good heavens. He and Gemma

are leaving for London.

London? Yes. He intends

to finish his ballet.

He says at last he's got a name

for it. It's to be called Primavera.

Primavera.

They're getting married

right away.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Well, that's just like Sebastian.

One never knows

what to expect of him.

Now, what was it, darling?

You said you had

something to tell me.

It was nothing, nothing at all.

So Sebastian's getting married.

Do you, Sebastian Dubrok,

take this woman Gemma Smith

to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

And do you, Gemma Smith,

take this-

And do you, Gemma Smith,

take this man Sebastian Dubrok

to be your lawful wedded husband?

I do.

Then I pronounce you man and wife.

Won't you buy

my sweet-scented lavender?

There are 14 branches

for a penny.

If you buy it once,

you buy it twice

'cause it makes your clothes

and handkerchiefs

smell very nice.

I'll take a bunch,

please.

Thank you, sir.

Won't you buy my

sweet-scented lavender?

Caryl! I ought not

to be glad to see you.

You have lunch with

Sebastian time after time,

but you never once come to visit me.

Time after time.

Only twice.

Those lunches were business.

Oh, you have a new suit.

Let me see.

My, you are turned out

in style. Look, Sebastian.

Well, I can afford it now.

My job with Steinach

pays me 200 a year,

And besides that,

I get commissions.

Oh, that's wonderful.

How is Fenella?

Oh, splendid. We're planning

to be married very soon.

Well, well.

Congratulations.

I'll congratulate you if

you've licked that finale.

Oh, yeah?

Hmm. It looks good.

Well, now I have

a surprise for you.

Have you?

A pleasant one, I hope.

Fenella and her family are

giving a party next Friday,

And you're both invited.

Oh, really?

Well, it's Fenella's doing, actually.

She's asked Mr. Steinach to come

on the idea that you're

to play your ballet for him.

If he likes it,

he'll probably offer to

produce your Primavera.

You could use Heinrich as conductor

and perhaps Natrova

as the prima ballerina.

That is, if we can get her.

Caryl!

Good old Caryl. We can

always rely upon you.

Little one, I'm going to

take you to a party, at last.

Yes. It'll be wonderful.

And if the ballet is a success,

we can all go back to Italy.

If it's a success.

- Confound that gas. It's always going out.

Here.

I have some change.

Oh, put it back in your pocket.

We don't need your money.

Gemma, put a shilling

in the meter,

will you, darling?

Don't know what I'd do without

her and that little sewing machine.

Between the 2 of them,

they support the 3 of us.

Where is it?

Huh? Oh, I wonder if I spent it.

Mmm, for beer.

Oh, yes. The beer.

There you are, Gemma.

Thank you, Caryl.

Well, I guess I'd

better be running along.

Oh, would you, uh,

like these?

Oh, thank you, Caryl.

I have some Mexican jumping beans.

I thought they might amuse Piccolo.

Hmm?

They jump as soon as they get warm.

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