I Capture the Castle Page #6

because you'd been

so sweet and funny all evening.

And I wanted to.

I kissed you, and that's all.

Don't tell Rose.

I'm in love with her.

She's my sister.

What does he mean, "funny"?

What does he mean,

"I kissed you, and that's all"?

Do Americans kiss each other

all the time?

Does he think I wanted him to kiss me?

He belongs to Rose.

Rose, who said,

"A kiss can do a lot of things."

Not me.

I said I'd never fall in love.

I said love was a murderous thing.

It is, and I'm walking on air.

I hate Rose like poison in my fantasies.

Sometimes she comes into the

room and sees us kissing...

And sometimes she doesn't.

I don't know which is worse.

Father!

Came back on the milk train.

Saw Stephen at the station,

jacket on, going somewhere.

We're supposed to be able

to afford shop cake.

I thought I'd make an effort.

It's my birthday.

Today? Seventeen?

Eighteen.

Can't see it, somehow.

Still remember you

in that perambulator thing.

- Simon sent his regards.

- Did he?

Said you kept him greatly

entertained the other night.

Probably made a change

from worshipping Rose.

No man on earth

should be so violently in love.

Puts him at such a disadvantage.

- What are you looking for?

- The kippers from Saturday.

- They'd gone off.

- Corporeal transition.

I need something made of flesh.

I'm shaking and sick with

the things I have imagined.

The dreams are like a drug.

The magic doesn't last

and then the pain is worse than knives.

There she is.

Cassandra!

Happy birthday to you

"The Molecular Evolution

of the Cosmic Universe."

I've read half of it.

It's quite good.

Rose remembered.

It's from Simpson's.

I had to go to King's Crypt

to get it today.

I've been saving up.

It's a wireless!

Stephen.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's battery powered.

Stephen...

Here's one from Simon.

It's a sewing machine.

It's not.

It's a gramophone with integral wireless.

It's probably main's dependent.

He'll have forgotten

we don't have electricity.

It's battery powered, too.

I'll go and practice my bowling, then.

Poor Stephen.

Be careful, will you?

Can I tell him the truth?

Will it hurt?

Stephen?

Simon didn't have to work

to buy me a present.

No, that was my privilege.

We haven't got a lantern.

It'll get dark.

You'll have to hold my hand.

No.

It'll make us both feel better.

This isn't why I came, Stephen.

We mustn't do this.

Please, don't let me do this.

I'm not coming after you, Cassandra.

I'm not coming after you!

Why did I let it happen?

Why did I suddenly want him to kiss me

when my whole heart

ached for someone else?

When I went there to tell him how I felt?

I've been cruel to Stephen

and betrayed myself.

The memory of Simon's kiss is ruined.

My future is wretched.

Yes?

I'm sorry. It wasn't wrong

if we love each other.

It's all right.

You won't even have to see me for a bit.

I got a telegram from Leda.

I've got to go to London, see

a producer about a film part.

I'm sorry about the kissing.

What are you doing?

There are 2,000 characters

in the Chinese alphabet.

Willow pattern's distilled

a sweeping saga

of passion and betrayal into one

perfect elliptical pictogram.

I wanted to break it down at random,

assess where the meaning would remain.

What are we going to do for plates?

He's getting worse.

He has asked for ink twice.

He's asked at the stores for

colored chalk and the Dandy.

I got a letter from Rose yesterday.

You didn't say?

She said not to show you.

She feels guilty

at having so much

when you've got nothing.

"Three pairs of three-quarter length"

Herms glacs kid gloves

at 12 guineas per pair.

One lavender satin nightgown with

marabou peignoir from Rigby...

Three whole pages, then she

put a total at the bottom,

added up wrong.

I had to look "marabou" up in

the dictionary, and "peignoir."

This isn't like her.

It isn't like an engaged person.

She doesn't mention Simon once, not once.

Our wicketkeeper's sister's

getting married,

then it's "Gerald, Gerald,

Gerald," every other word.

She promised me she was in love with

him the night they got engaged.

I can't let her sacrifice herself.

Your stop, miss.

There's going to be a mezzanine

floor with a circular aperture,

giving way to the entrance hall,

all glass brick.

This is the best thing

Aubrey's done in years.

Where's Rose?

Matinee, all of them.

Apart from Neil.

He's moved into an hotel.

I've had matters to attend to.

- What sort of matters?

- I've been looking for rooms.

I can't flourish here, Cassandra.

- In this flat?

- In this family.

I thought I could move your father to great

things, stir all the genius inside him,

but I couldn't, and it's paralyzing me.

He's been terribly feverish lately.

Imagine if he wrote something and

you weren't there to read it.

Elizabeth Cotton can read it.

He'll show her first.

I'm going to get cards printed

and put myself about.

- You mean with Aubrey?

- Not exclusively, no.

Try to understand.

I need to be in touch with artists.

- Father's an artist.

- Not because of me.

London used to be my world,

but I'm nearly 30.

Flesh fades. I'll lose my place

in life if I don't apply myself.

Is that all you think

you've got to offer?

It's the only way I have to make my mark.

You've made your mark with us,

Thomas and Rose...

and me.

But I'm not your mother.

Cassandra!

What a wonderful surprise!

I thought I'd go insane.

- Why?

- Chatter, chatter, chatter.

You've no idea, and always,

always about the wedding.

Dorchester tonight to dine and dance.

This should fit you.

I don't wear it anymore.

We bought it off the peg.

You're looking very grown up tonight.

I'm not sure that I approve.

Rose lent it to me.

Ginger ale without the ginger?

You and the night

and the music

Fill me with flaming desire

Setting my being completely

On fire

You and the night

and the music

Thrill me but will we

be one?

Did you leave

your father some food, dear?

I shall telephone

the kitchens at Scotney.

They can send him a cold cut of beef.

Thank you. He can get quite

ravenous when he's writing.

You don't really believe he's going

to achieve anything, do you, dear?

We've been expecting

a breakthrough every day.

You're his daughter.

That's your prerogative.

James Mortmain has done his work, my dear.

The well is dry.

Of course, it doesn't matter two pins.

Now Rose will marry into money.

Until the pale light

of dawning and daylight

Our hearts will be

throbbing guitars

Morning may come

without warning

And take away the stars

If we must live

for the moment

Love till the moment

is through

I've just seen Neil.

You are honored.

Simon, you know I love that song.

Get them to play it again.

Sorry... Sorry.

Excuse me, sorry.

There you are.

Now, why aren't you dancing?

My shoes don't fit.

Thank you for your letter.

You did a very necessary thing.

Come on.

I suppose we should

get in practice for the wedding.

A best man, a bridesmaid.

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