I Capture the Castle Page #7

I'm not going to the wedding.

Neil...

Been offered a partnership

on a ranch in California,

have to be there

to sign the papers next week.

Nobody said.

Nobody knows, yet.

Do you hate England, Neil?

Do you hate us?

England's okay.

You're okay.

It's me, just all wrong here.

Put those flowers in the bathroom

for the night, will you?

And put that card in the bedside drawer.

He sulks if I don't keep

every single one.

You don't love him at all, Rose, do you?

No, I don't believe I do.

It's a shame, really.

He wears me out.

Every second of every minute of

every hour that we're together

he wants and he wants

and he wants to be loved

with every fiber of his being.

I can't explain it.

You explain it very well.

Do you want me to tell him for you?

Tell him what?

I'm still going to marry him.

That's a wicked, wicked,

wicked thing to do.

More wicked than helping me make

that ludicrous crinoline dress?

More wicked than taking Neil for a swim

so Simon had a chance

to catch me alone and propose?

It was like something in a book, a game.

- It wasn't real.

- Grow up, Cassandra.

You've had meat on the table every

day for weeks. That's real.

You've got silk stockings

and French perfume, too,

should you decide you've got

the nerve to use them.

Use them for what?

To trap a kind, good,

sensitive man into marriage

and destroy him?

Cassandra...

you're in love with him.

- With who?

- Simon. My fianc.

That is all we need.

Do you think I wouldn't give him up?

Do you think I wouldn't throw

the whole thing in his face

if I thought he'd have you instead?

- I know you wouldn't.

- I know he wouldn't.

He thinks

you're just a funny little girl.

I am not greedy, Cassandra.

I am not selfish.

I'm not just doing this for myself.

Don't go. You mustn't go.

What will I tell everyone in the

morning when you aren't here?

You're already living a lie.

Tell them what the bloody hell you like

and then go into your bathroom

and count your peach-colored towels.

I have played too many games with love,

but I don't know any of the rules.

I wanted Rose to marry into money.

I willed her to fall in love with Simon

and then wanted it all undone

because I was jealous.

I have betrayed her and I hate

myself, because I love my sister.

That'll be three and 11 plus

sixpence for admittance of dog.

- Sixpence?

- They're banned. It's a fine.

I've lost my purse.

You should have thought about

that before you ordered cutlets.

I'll be waiting by the door,

and I want my pencil back.

Will you let me help you?

Could you just lend me

two pence for the telephone?

Hello?

Can I speak to Stephen Colly, please?

It's Cassandra.

Do you know what time it is?

I was offered that part in the film.

Will you take it?

Haven't decided.

Are you unhappy with me?

I'm unhappy with myself...

- and Rose.

- Rose is a bad girl.

In what way?

She's just a bad girl.

A lot of women are.

Sometimes we're bad

without meaning to be.

You're not a woman yet.

Unlike Leda.

She's been very good to me,

but I don't love her.

I love you.

I know.

When we were in the woods,

I wondered if you loved me, too.

I'm really sorry.

Is it Neil or Simon?

Which one are you in love with?

Simon... Cassandra...

and it really, really hurts.

Marry me.

I can make it hurt less.

I can earn good money now.

I don't love you, Stephen.

I don't love you.

It's like some hideous party game.

Everybody's dancing and nobody's

getting the prize they want,

because it's all third-hand

and second-best.

I can't bear it.

Father?

Seen enough?

What is all this about, Father?

Elizabeth believes that an

author must allow his material

to marinate, to become seasoned,

tempered, before it can be worked with.

Elizabeth Cotton doesn't believe

you'll ever write another word.

No, you don't believe

I'll ever write another word.

- I've been working very hard.

- You've hypnotized us all

into turning a blind eye, Father.

We accepted everything you did.

We let you lock yourself away.

For me, secrecy has always been

the essence of creation.

And what have you created,

Father, in the last 12 years?

What have you created

beyond poverty and despair?

I am the head of this household.

I'm entitled to respect.

You aren't respected.

You're indulged.

Why don't you just write something?

I lost my temper.

I'm not myself.

This is yourself.

This is why you went to prison.

This is what you did to mother.

No, Cassandra, it is not.

Do you think we can't remember

because we never talk about it?

I'm not going to discuss it with you!

- We need Topaz.

- You've driven her away.

You've driven everyone away.

Except you.

I'm staying here.

I'm going to sit

in this chair and watch you

and wait until you've

written something down.

Your mother used to do that.

Father.

This is worse than prison

and it might go on forever.

Room service.

Come in.

I have to talk to you, Mr.

Cotton, before it's too late.

Writing somewhere new can be inspiring.

Come on.

Where are you going?

I think this might unlock you.

Supplies.

What?

We'll let you out

when you've finished 50 pages.

Fifty pages? It took me a year to

write 50 pages of "Jacob Wrestling."

It's really good you're feeling so angry.

Harness the rage.

Just write,

"The cat sat on the mat."

It'll be a start.

What the bloody hell

do you think you're doing?

Don't you dare leave me here,

you bastard brats!

Come back here!

Come back here, I tell you!

Come back here!

Listen to him.

Can you hear him?

Yes.

I have done a terrible thing.

I have put my father back in prison.

It may be the end of him.

Is Rose here?

No.

She's run away.

Do you know where she might of gone?

"I love you. Stop.

Don't hate me. Stop. Rose."

It's from Walberswick.

Let's go.

We had a fight the night I was in London.

I said some terrible things to her.

Not everything in the world

is your fault, Cassandra.

Not everything in the world

is your responsibility.

I would have liked for you

to have seen a proper sunrise.

This is a crisis, Simon, not a treat.

It's where we had the barbecue,

the day when Neil said,

"Have you ever seen

such a change in a girl?"

She was being herself.

That was the only difference.

She was happy here.

That's what brought her back.

There's a light on at the inn now.

Neil's here, too.

They haven't had time to get married.

They hate each other.

The very thought of you

and I forget to do

The little ordinary things

We're going for a swim.

And I knew then that this was love,

because my heart was breaking for him.

The rest will come.

What if it never does?

I don't know.

I don't know.

You look so tired.

Do I?

Do you think I don't notice things?

You never say.

I'm not as articulate as I pretend.

For a while, the whole world

thought otherwise,

and I was ashamed to be so mute

in things that mattered,

- and to be called a genius.

- You are a genius.

I'm an ordinary man

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