Mary Shelley Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2017
- 120 min
- 3,081 Views
[laughing]
[joyful screaming]
Ladies.
It's down here.
[laughs]
[Mary squeals]
Thank you.
Oh!
It is temporary, of course.
[Claire]
Well, where will I sleep?
Try through there.
[chuckles]
I am going to find us
a house...
...and I intend it
to be perfect.
It already is perfect.
I have you.
Wherever we're together
is where I belong.
Are you sure, Mary?
Only if you are ready,
my love.
[Mary, voiceover] I'm free
to write what I please.
Like a torrent of light
poured into a dark world.
All around me I see bliss,
'cause I now know what it is
to love...
[Shelley, voiceover]
Its very essence is liberty.
[Mary, voiceover]
...and be loved.
[Shelley, voiceover] It is comparable
neither with obedience, jealousy nor fear.
It is there, most pure,
perfect and unlimited.
...close round the dying girl.
[pretending to choke]
Out and in they hurry and spin
and dance, through the dance.
They dance
through the weary Whirl.
Patience, patience,
though my heart is breaking.
God, there is no
question-making
of thy body thou art
quit and free.
Heaven keep thy soul eternally!
I trust you've enjoyed
the last of the claret?
Would it be unwise to ask how
it went today?
My publishers are fools.
Don't let them upset you.
They're not worth it.
But their advance is worth
everything, Mary.
My father has cut me off.
He says I've disgraced
his name
because of the scandal
that surrounds us.
So now you know.
[crowd chattering]
[Godwin] This one. Is
that of any interest?
No?
Not interested in those.
What else do you have?
Well, 'Iliad' by Homer
in the original Greek.
Father?
It's been weeks.
You're selling it?
Yes. There comes a time
when we all
have to let go of the
things we hold dear.
It's your decision, Mary,
and you must live with it.
He claims to love humanity
yet forsakes his child.
I wish nothing more than that
you should thrive.
But, look at you.
[Vendor]
So, do you want to sell it?
No.
[Shelley]
Erasmus Darwin once wrote...
[Claire]
Who is Erasmus Darwin?
[Shelley]
A poet and a physician.
He once wrote that a man who has never
tried an experiment in his life is a fool.
[faint conversation]
[Shelley]
...on my sister's cat.
[Claire] Oh Shelley, you didn't!
[giggles]
[Shelley] No, I didn't. I have
[laughter]
What's going on?
I remembered a debt unpaid.
I know how much
you love science, Mary.
Watch this.
[laughs]
[Mary]
This is incredible.
[Shelley]
And this is for you.
[Mary]
Shelley.
You shouldn't have spent
money on dresses.
Don't be silly, Mary,
it's beautiful.
That is not all.
Tomorrow we move to our
new house in Bloomsbury.
- The servants will meet us there.
- Servants!
Because how can we write if
we are forced to tend
to such domestic mundanities
as the shopping
and the cleaning.
You make everything
seem possible.
- It's a step up from St. Pancras.
- Welcome home, Mary.
[giggles]
Stop.
[laughs]
Wait for me!
Come on.
[dramatic, romantic music ]
[soft moaning]
[Mary, voiceover] A day
devoted to love and idleness
but despite my earthly paradise I
feel a frustration born of guilt.
A constant whisper that I am no
closer to achieving my dreams.
Excuse me,
are you the poet Shelley?
Yes. Yes, I am.
- Would you sign my pocketbook?
- Of course.
Our friends will be
terribly jealous.
There.
Well, have a good day.
[Mary]
My love, I have news.
Oh, my Mary. Hey, a baby.
What news!
- You're happy?
- Of course I'm happy.
Why? Aren't you?
I've never had a mother.
What if I fail?
You think we can only learn
by example?
What of pure instinct? Of the
inherent good that lies in all of us?
And that, my darling,
you have in abundance.
- As will our little girl.
- You think it's a girl?
She will be our
very own prodigy.
[Harriet]
Ianthe, come here.
Good girl.
[quiet, melancholy music ]
Come, we have to go.
Now.
[Claire's voice, echoing] Take
me with you, please, take me.
Please, Mary,
take me with you.
Take me with you.
[Baby crying]
There is someone in my room.
Someone? Did you see him?
No. They...
- No one, nothing.
- [Mary] It's one of your nightmares, Claire.
- I will sit with her.
- [Shelley] No, no, I will take her to bed.
You need to rest. Think of the baby.
Claire, come on.
[quiet, mysterious music ]
She sleeps. Finally.
[birds chirping]
And you should, too.
I love you, Mary.
[dishes clattering]
Allow me to do it.
[laughter]
[Claire]
Absolutely no clue.
[Shelley] I can't tell if you're
telling the truth or not.
[Claire]
I am telling the truth.
[Shelley] Who's paying for it?
I'm paying for it?
[Claire]
No.
[Shelley] You're gonna ruin me, Claire
Clairmont. You're gonna ruin me.
- [Mary] What's all this for?
- Oh, there you are. Guess what.
Tonight we are having
a dinner party.
Come here. Don't we deserve
a little fun?
My dear, dear friend Thomas Hogg is in town
and has just published his first book.
him a party to celebrate.
Ma'am, how many guests are we
expecting this evening?
Maybe 10.
10 or 12?
Did the publisher's advance
come in?
I borrowed against
my father's estate.
Percy, there's no way we can
afford to pay it back.
Come on... come here. Come.
[laughing]
[chattering]
I'm sorry it's not much of
a celebration, Mr Hogg.
It appears we're even more
scandalous than we realized.
Don't trouble yourself, Mary.
Shelley and I have a long
history of courting trouble.
together back at Oxford but
publishers deemed it
too subversive.
We had more success with our
treatise which we wrote anonymously:
'The Necessity of Atheism'.
- Because it was published?
- Because it resulted in our expulsion from Oxford.
[laughter]
I'm beginning to suspect you have
a penchant for being anonymous.
What's the point of being published if you
don't have your name on it? Why bother?
I assume you also write?
It's not anything
like my parents.
Soon Mary will produce a work
that will surpass all of us.
How about you,
Miss Clairmont?
Do you write or are there
other tricks you perform?
I have my own talents.
- Claire is an accomplished singer.
- So she says.
I'm yet to hear it.
[Hogg]
Will you sing for us?
I will sing, and if you
happen to overhear
I suppose,
it can't be helped.
She has spirit this one,
I can see why you keep her.
give me a kiss
I would be his
But I'll not believe him for
it is too true
Courtiers promise much more
than they do
My thing is my own
That I'll keep it so still
Other young lassies can do
what they will
[door knocks]
Ma'am, Mr. Hogg...
is here to see you.
Mr. Hogg?
Thank you, Eliza.
Shelley will be sorry to have missed you.
Would you care to wait?
I should like that very much,
Mary.
- Are you hungry?
- I'm fine, thank you.
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