I Capture the Castle Page #2

Well, yes, I am.

I wrote a dissertation

on that in college.

"Polyphony in the Fragmentary

Consciousness."

I wondered what became of you.

Now you know.

Well, I guess owning

a place like the castle

must be an amazing source of inspiration.

We don't own it. You do.

Do I? Do I?

Do you hear that, Neil?

I own the castle!

That's wonderful, Simon.

Could you go to the back

and help with the pushing, sir?

- Yes.

- We must talk more about your work.

Well, it would be my pleasure.

For crying out loud, will these bloody

cataracts and hurricanes never stop?

Are you ready, Neil?

They didn't say anything about the rent.

Those boys are very taken with you, Rose.

How can you tell?

I've always had antennae

for the currents of attraction.

I shall have to clean the drawing

room in case they call again.

Rose Cotton.

Mrs. Rose Cotton.

Mrs. Cotton.

- Which one do you like?

- Simon. He's the eldest.

It's his estate now and his fortune.

Was Sir William a knight or baronet?

If he was a baronet,

then Simon's, Sir Simon.

I'd be Lady Cotton then.

Rose, you're making too much of it.

I mean they might ask us

to parties and things

and that would be wonderful, but you

couldn't marry that man with the beard.

I'd marry a chimpanzee if he had money.

Simon, you cannot stay in this country.

You'll either get washed away by the rain

or sucked down into the mud

and never seen again.

I don't want to buy

a ranch in California.

Oranges are wonderful things. I'm sure

growing them is a very stimulating pursuit,

but I'd go mad.

And you'll stay sane

in that pokey old mansion.

Getting it cleaned and building

bathrooms for Mother.

How many mirrors does a dame

with one face need?

She's never stayed anywhere in

Europe that wasn't a hotel before.

If I don't get the plumbing

fixed by the time she comes,

she'll take one look at the place,

head straight back to the Queen Mary.

I guess I don't know her

quite as well as you do.

Rose?

Don't stop washing your hair!

Simon.

- Thank you.

- Neil.

Darling.

So, who's the artist in the family?

Her.

It's called "War and Peace."

Based on the novel.

I think it might work better

on a circular canvas.

Why are you all dressed in green?

Simon, you may turn the pages for me.

- I'm afraid I don't read music.

- I don't either.

That need not detain us.

Come on.

Thank you.

I'll give you a nudge each time.

Blow, blow

Thou winter wind

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude

Christ.

You were lucky to get out alive.

She wasn't like that last night.

Did I do something to encourage her?

You own Scotney Hall,

7000 acres, and their house,

and they obviously don't have a cent.

She can't help that.

Well, she can't help

being so darn obvious,

but if you want a pack of insane

broads chasing after you

in theatrical costumes,

that's your choice.

One insane broad.

My God, I was embarrassed for that girl.

We're going to have to drop them, Simon.

If we don't, you could end up

in a very awkward situation.

He's dangerous.

I guess so.

It's a pity we didn't see

that kid again, though.

The one with the glasses

or the one in the bathtub?

The bathtub.

She was quite funny.

A bit consciously naive, don't you think?

I feel worse about dropping the old man.

I wanted to help him, but I guess he

probably is a drunk, like people say.

If only we could afford

to send her to the cinema,

she'd have a much better idea

of how to behave.

It's too late.

I've got this brick wall sort of feeling.

They won't come back.

Please don't.

It's broad daylight.

It brings me release.

Do you want me to run mad?

What did you think of them?

The Americans?

I don't know.

They weren't like anyone

I've ever met before.

- Did you think they were handsome?

- No.

I mean, they were incredibly

well-turned-out,

but not naturally

good-looking, like some people.

- Miss Cassandra?

- I wished you'd stop calling me "Miss."

It's just not the way things are anymore.

The first day we ever came here,

my mother said that you

and Miss Rose were young ladies

and that I ought

to address you respectfully.

You always did.

She said that I was never to presume.

Would I...

Would I be presuming if I asked

you to come for a walk with me?

When?

When the bluebells are out.

No, you wouldn't.

The very thought of you

And I forget to do

I'll practice this one for next time.

It uses the keys that don't stick.

The very thought of you

Rose thinks she gave an

irresistible performance.

I ought to tell her the truth,

but I can't bear to.

She's the only woman in the house

with a smile on her face.

And everyone ought to do

Pass the salt, Rose.

Pass the salt.

Pass the salt,

pass the salt, pass the salt.

Rose!

You know he's got a perforated eardrum!

And I suppose he'll go deaf now, or die,

and I'll be held responsible!

Stop it, stop it!

When will you learn

to control yourselves?

I haven't lost my temper for years!

Just as well, when you think

what happened last time.

That's enough, Rose.

You don't think they found out

about Father, do you?

No, I'm sure they didn't.

How could they?

So why didn't they come back?

I went out of my way to be

flirtatious and provocative.

That's what men are meant to like.

There's no way out now, is there, Cassie?

- Calm down.

- I'm quite calm.

I'm quite calm, thank you.

Just shut up! Just shut up!

- Sit down and stop all this noise!

- No, I won't sit down.

Stop it!

Stop it!

And I posit to you, my

lord, that to kill one's wife

with a cake knife would be an

extraordinarily tedious business

involving sawing her to death.

Take him down.

We've been living in a boarding house.

Only for four months.

It won't happen again.

Girls?

Girls? Girls!

Aunt Millicent is dead

and she has left you

a portion of her wardrobe.

I hope it's the door.

But furs? She hated furs.

And what are they doing

in a shop? They're not new.

The lawyers put them in cold storage.

I'd give up everything I have for a

little bright suit and suede accessories.

Come on.

I'd give up everything.

Rose, can you smell bluebells?

I can smell heaven.

I'll take a dozen pairs, please.

Rose!

Come on.

I look like a bear.

It is bear, madam,

and young madam's is monkey.

How much do you think they're worth?

If I might point out, madam,

this is a high-class department store.

We do not deal in second-hand goods.

We only refrigerate

the furs of favored clients.

Aunt Millicent had a house

full of beautiful things.

Why did she have to leave us these?

She was never the same

after Father married Topaz.

When they were cutting the cake,

she said to me,

"They have married for love,

and one can only pray for them."

No, Simon... My God,

Neil and Simon Cotton

are standing on the platform.

I look a sight and you look a sight!

We've got two bags of leftovers

from a line's corner house.

I'm going to die of shame.

Help me, help me, help me.

Through the bushes.

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