Escape Me Never Page #9

going to take him back to Italy,

where there's sun.

That's all he needs...

because back in Italy, he was

well and happy all the time.

And in Venice, he was...

in Venice, he was...

come on. Let me buy you a cup

of coffee. You're- you're cold.

A cup of coffee, please.

Here you are, sir.

You know, back in Venice,

I was going to marry Dino.

Dino was a baker. We would have

had all the bread we needed.

Caryl, you must marry.

You must marry Fenella

and be very happy

and live in a little warm house,

and every morning

when you go to work,

you will leave

your little house,

and you will have an attach

case full of music and contracts,

and Fenella will wave good-bye

to you from the window-

Please, Gemma-

Oh, Caryl, please don't

let her go. Bring her back.

Marry her and never leave her...

because people

have to be families.

There has to be

a mother and a father,

And the father has to go to work

and the children go to school,

and then the children come home,

and they play.

Oh, Piccolo! Piccolo!

Gemma!

Gemma!

Gemma! Gemma!

2 bottles?

2 people.

Oh, not tonight.

Hey, I'll be needing that.

Tonight's too precious.

Later on,

you'll bring me back that bottle

with your own little hands.

Oh? Why should I?

You'll see.

To us. All the people who like

us and all the ones who don't.

Drink up. It'll help.

Oh, it was so cold and strange

on the way down here.

Let's go and sit by the fire.

Yes. It's burning nicely, isn't it?

What do you see in the fire?

Coal.

Oh, don't you see us?

I do, the way we're going to be,

perhaps in this very house.

It'll be mine one day, you know.

Will it?

Nice... parties, rooms full of

flowers and music, nice people.

Oh, nice. Will you stop

using that stupid word?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it, darling.

Oh, everything's going

to be wonderful, isn't it?

No more poverty for you,

no worry, no Gemma.

Let's leave Gemma out of it.

Out of it? Of course.

I quite like Gemma. I think

she has a lot of good in her.

Some of these girls have.

What girls?

Well, her sort.

Father says that every genius

has some little creature

like that in his past

because when he's

starving in a garret,

he has to have someone cheap.

Of course, they don't understand

about his art or his career,

but they're useful.

Useful...

loyal...

unselfish...

forgiving.

Why are you

doing them up again?

Because I'm taking you home, my dear.

So...

You're angry.

No. Grateful.

Look at me.

Even the most selfish pig may have...

may have something he won't face,

even though it's the only decent thing

that ever happened to him.

I was afraid.

That's it.

I was afraid to admit

what Gemma meant to me

because, I suppose,

I wanted to go on

being a selfish pig.

Sebastian, you mean

you brought me down here-

And that's the luckiest thing

that ever happened to you...

because I'm taking

you back, to Caryl.

Caryl- he's your kind of man.

And Gemma- Gemma's

my kind of woman.

Look, Fenella,

you're a sensible girl.

What you want is a nice

marriage, a nice husband-

Now you're using

that word "nice. "

Ha ha ha!

I'll give it to you,

for a wedding present.

Friends?

Please?

Good friends.

Where's Gemma?

She's gone.

The baby died

while you and Fenella...

Good evening.

Oh, it's going to be

a great success, Sebastian.

Any word from her?

Nothing. I've looked

all over London.

I'm so sorry.

Good luck tonight.

Gemma!

Gemma!

Gemma. I hoped you'd come.

I don't want to talk to you. Please-

They're going to

start. Let me go. Let me go!

Gemma! Gemma, wait.

Please.

Gemma, I don't know what to say.

Say nothing. It's better.

I didn't know about Piccolo.

Don't tell me

you're sorry, Sebastian.

Be like you always were

- not sorry about anything.

I wasn't going to say

that I'm sorry.

That's such a-

such a small word.

It's so easy for people to be sorry,

but no one can tell what it

means to a mother to lose a child,

because she's the only

one who understands,

who can imagine the kind of man

he was going to grow up to be.

I loved the little

fellow, too, Gemma,

in my own way.

Oh, Sebastian...

listen.

Your music.

Yours, too.

I could never have

written it without you.

You know that, don't you?

No. Don't lie to me,

not at a time like this.

I'm not.

Look.

I wrote it for you

long ago, in Venice.

It's your song.

You're hurt.

When we get home, I'll...

I'll try to change.

Perhaps- perhaps in time,

I'll be a better man.

But I don't want

a better man, Sebastian.

I just want you.

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