House of Whipcord Page #2

Let's do it before Froggy gels home.

She won't be beck yet.

She's got a big yearning for that writer.

- Who's he?

- Some dishy number from the Escort pally.

- Hey, what's this?

- What's what?

- It's a fuse!

- Tony.

I can't fix it, I'm useless with my hands.

You're kidding.

(Bowl smashing)

- You'll have to pay for that.

- But not for this.

Thank you.

What for? The kiss or the dinner?

Both. Everything.

It has been so wonderful.

I have enjoyed it so much.

What an unusual ring.

Let me see. What does it say?

M...E...D.

Mark E. Desade.

Mark E. Desade.

- What's the matter?

- Oh...

it just sounds a little like something else.

Mark E Desade - the Marquis de Sade.

You know.

No. Who is he?

(Chuckles) Nobody. You coming in?

Won't we disturb your flatmate?

No. She has her room and I have mine.

No. Not tonight.

I must do some writing.

But...won't I see you again?

- This weekend, if you're free.

- Oh! (Giggles) Yes, please!

I'd like to take you to visit my parents,

meet my mother.

Oh, Marky, you are so funny.

And so old-fashioned!

I thought you didn't like me.

- I'm sorry.

- No, it is nice.

I would like to meet your mother

but perhaps she wouldn't like me.

You're French.

She likes the French? (Giggles)

Then we shall be very happy.

We could drive down on Friday.

It is a long way, non?

Quite. It's a date, then?

Yes, ifs a dale, 'Marquis de Sade'!

(Giggles)

- Where are you off to?

- Oh, Julia,

the photographer made me work

an extra hour and I am late.

- (Car horn blaring)

- He is hero and lam not ready.

- Who's here? Where are you going?

- I'm going away for the weekend.

Oh, yes, to meet somebody's mum.

Was that the writer,

the male model or the producer?

- Yes, yes.

- Well, that answered my question.

- Did you gel her a present?

- We will slop to buy something.

Goodbye, Julia. I must hurry. Goodbye.

Have a nice time.

Oh, this is so beautiful.

Is it a long way to your mother's, Mark?

Where does she live? Mark?

(Tires squealing)

Mark, drive a little more slowly, please.

Im...l "I...

- Yes?

- I'm a little frightened.

(Engine roaring)

Mark, we will slop

to gel the present, won't we?

You haven't forgotten?

There's still a long way to go.

But I want to buy

your mother something nice.

Mark, have I upset you in some way?

Please tell me.

Where are we, Mark?

Why did you do that? It is dangerous, no?

Do what? Go to sleep, Ann-Marie.

Stop asking questions.

(Car engine growling)

(Horn sounds)

(Yawns) Are we here, Mark?

- Is this your home?

- (Horn)

- it looks so big.

- (Hinges creaking)

(Wind howling quietly)

Wail here.

'(Moaning and sobbing)'

(Locks clunking)

Madame Desade?

- You're late.

- I, er...

(Bolt clanging)

(Keys jangling)

Are you coming?

Where is Mark? Monsieur Desade.

I have me to...

- You French?

- Yes.

(Chuckles) In there.

Well, good night, I guess. Mm?

Take off your clothes and leave them

on the table, all of them. And your shoes.

(Keys jangling, lock clunks)

(Woman laughs)

(Receding footsteps)

(Wind howling)

(Lock clunking)

(Tuts)

- ls something the matter with your hearing?

- What?

There seems to be.

You are both deaf and insolent.

Who are you? What is this place?

Where's Monsieur Desade?

There are two easy rules in this institution.

- Institution?

- Shut up.

Instructions are to be obeyed...

...and each officer

must be addressed as madam.

I should not be here.

I should not be here...what?

- I don't understand.

- You are not in this room to understand.

You are to be bathed

before putting on your uniform.

- Now gel your clothes off.

- I will not.

This is not where I should be.

I will go to find Monsieur Desade.

- (Gasps) No!

- Now...

Now then, we will continue

the customary reception routine.

Sin you are not willing to undress,

you will have to be stripped. Bates?

No, please. Let me go, I will do it.

- Please, tell me...

- Silence.

Now undress behind the screen.

Hurry up, we haven't got all night.

When you've finished, report here.

(sighs)

Put your clothes on the table.

Do as you're told.

One trouser suit, suede,

with p and belt to match,

one pair of panties, black,

one blouse, black,

and one pair of...

shoes.

No, no, and those.

What?

- Madam...

- The watch and the ring.

And the cross.

Sign at the bottom.

Thank you, Bates.

In there.

Under the shower.

Wash yourself properly.

All over.

(Gasps) It is cold!

Wash yourself...

or someone will do it for you.

I think Monsieur Desade

plays tricks on me, yes?

You are detained at Her Majesty's pleasure.

But I have done nothing wrong. I have me

to visit Monsieur Desade's mother.

Where is Mark? Where is he, please?

Mark? Mark!

(Hinges creaking)

(Door slams, bolt clunks)

(Footsteps)

Your name is Ann-Marie de Vrney,

age 19, born in Avignon, France,

but resident in London.

Your occupation is...modeling.

- Yes, but I...

- You are here to serve semen,

according to the proper

moral and disciplinary standards,

for conviction of a serious charge -

for exposing yourself unclothed

without shame,

for monetary gain, to a photographer,

in public, on the eleventh day of April last.

For which outrage against public decency

a corrupt and permissive London court fined you ten pounds and discharged you

Then I am free.

Why am I here? Where is Mark?

Please, I want to see him.

- Why are you...?

- Speak when you're spoken to!

(Door opening)

(Heavy footsteps)

(Door shuts)

(Footsteps, clunking)

- Who is this?

- Ann-Marie de Verney.

- Ann-Marie...

- De Verney.

Er, de Verney.

When I me into court, you were asking,

if I am not mistaken,

why you were in the dock.

I propose to enlighten you.

This court, my dear young lady

exists outside the statutory laws of this land.

It is a private court.

We are constituted here by private charter I

within the walls of this fine, historic building

that mas once a county jail,

to pass what we regard as proper sentence

on depraved females of every category,

with whom the effete and misguided courts

of Great Britain today

have been too lenient.

- Immorality and...

- I have done nothing.

I'll not warn you again.

...and must not be tolerated.

We do not countenance here

reformers, prison welfare visitors,

or chaplains.

We do not provide comfortable looms

with chintz curtains and televisions.

This, young woman, is a real prison,

a proper...

er... proper...

- House of correction.

- A proper house of correction! Mmm...

'During your 'NT-

Errr...during your slay here,

the length of which will be determined

by your conduct,

any attempt to escape,

any disturbance you may create

any refusal to obey the orders

of Mrs Wakehurst,

the governess who sits here with me,

or the members of the staff,

will meet with prompt, persuasive

and painful punishment.

We trust that when the time comes

for you to leave,

you will be a more fit person

to talus your place in society.

And may God bless you.

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