Mrs Dalloway Page #4

She wants him to write | a letter to The Times.

One of her schemes | to put in the world in order.

What's all this?

Richard, you couldn't have forgotten! | It's for my party!

And now, it will all be spoiled.

Come here.

Let's sit down for five minutes.

Why would it all be spoiled?

Ms. Marsham has just |sent me this note to say ...

that she's quite sure | I wouldn't mind ...

she's invited Ellie Henderson. | What's so dreadful about that?

Richard! She's one of the dullest |women in the world.

She'll bore everyone. And than Elizabeth said |she isn't coming to the party tonight.

She's gone off to pray | with that dreadful Mrs. Kilman.

You worry too much |about your parties, Clarissa.

Richard, it's all that I can do.

Give people one night | in which everything seems enchanted ...

when all the women seem beautiful, | all the men are handsome ...

and everyone's made to feel| they're amusing ...

Yes, liked.

And go home thinking: | "Ah, what fun it was!"

"What a wonderful evening!" | "How good it is to be alive!"

I don't think poor old Ellie Henderson | could put a stop to that.

You're laughing at me. |Not in the least.

Richard! | You're so much nicer than I am.

You should never have | married me.

Then what would you've done? | Married Peter Walsh, I suppose.

Would you believe that|he was here this morning?

Yes, Minnie Bruton |tell me he was in town.

He's in love with some| woman in India.

He's here to see about |the divorce.

He's just the same. | He hasn't changed the slightest.

You choose a cake, sir. | Thank you.

Did you understand what | the Reverend was saying this morning ...

about knowidge | coming out from suffering?

Not really, no. |But than ...

I suppose I haven't really suffered | yet.

Maybe you'll never will.

Not that I wish that one.

But as he says, real | knowledge is only gained thru suffering.

What was you wanted to buy here?

A petticoat. Mine is in shreds, | I hung on to it as long as I could.

They have some pretty striped ones.

I couldn't possibly afford the striped ones.

I might have to go to the party tonight.

I've forgotten all about it when I |said I'll help with the mission.

Mommy will be upset | if I don't go.

It's a great pity that women like your mother | have nothing better to do ...

with their time than get parties.

Oh, I know it's not her fault.

Women like your mother can't help it |if they'll been spoiled.

She likes giving parties. |I never go to parties.

Why should they ask me? | I'm plain ...

I'm unhappy. But I don't pity | myself. I pity other people more.

Your bill, madam.

You finish your tea. | I pay to set the desk.

I'll help another night at the mission. |I'm sorry. I have to go.

Fear not.

Fear no more.

Who you making that hat for? | Mrs. Filmore's married daughter.

And what's the name of Mrs. Filmore's |married daughter? Mrs. Peters.

I don't like it, but Mrs. Filmore | has been so good to us.

That's too small for Mrs. Peters. | She's enormous.

That's an organ grinding | monkey's hat.

There.

Now, the poor woman looks| like a pig at the fair.

Come on, let's see what else you|have in your workbox.

She shall have a beautiful hat.

There. Now, stitch that together | very, very carefully.

Evans?

Mrs. Filmore, I shall be to busy |looking after Septimus.

It will take a long time. | We thank you for the paper.

Evans?

It was only the evening paper. | Mrs Filmore with the evening paper.

They going to take me away, Rezia.

Sir William Bradshaw said that| you must learn to rest.

It's "must". "Must".

Why "must"? What right has he | to say "must" to me?

It is because you talk | of killing yourself.

So ...

I'm in their power.

Where are my writings, Rezia?

Burn them! | Some are very beautiful!

I'm going with you, Septimus. They can't | separate us against our will.

You're a flowering tree.

You're a sanctuary.

You fear no more!

Not Holmes, not Bradshaw.

You've triumphed.

I'm going to pack our things, | Septimus.

I shall tie this with silk | and hide them away.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Filmore. | Good afternoon, dr.

They send Holmes. | I won't let him come in here.

Ms. Warrensmith, Sir William Bradshaw | is a physician of up most integrity.

He promised not to send you. | Is your husband upstairs?

Look! I will not allow. | It is the law.

Please, go away. | I can not allow you.

Leave my husband alone, | I beg you.

Mr. Warrensmith!

You want my life?

I'll give it to you.

God | God!

Why the devil did he do it?

One of the triumphs | of modern civilization.

Good afternoon.

I'm 12, please.

Thank you. | This came for you, Mr. Walsh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

" Peter, it was heavenly to see you, | I must tell you that. Clarissa. "

We could play tennis.

No. It's too hot | and scorchy for tennis.

Beside, |we need a fourth person to play doubles.

Hugh's gone to visit his mother. |And Herbert won't play.

Maybe "My name is Dalloway" will turn up.

In his perfect whites | matching his perfect teeth.

"My name is Dalloway".

I think we've had enough of |that feeble joke.

She can't be | serious about him!

I'm gonna have this out.

You've come to an understanding | with Dalloway, haven't you?

Haven't you?

It's so difficult, Peter.

Just tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth!

He makes me feel safe. | Safe? Is that what you want?

You want so much of me, Peter. | I just can't do it!

Throw everything away|and go across the world with you.

I'm just not brave in that way. | And Richard ...

and Richard will pamper you

and keep you in a perfectly | beautiful safe prison...

filled with flowers and stuffed | with elegant antique furniture.

He'll make all the decisions for you | and you'll never have to think again.

You demand so much from me! | Because I love you, for God's sake!

Richard will leave me room,|room to breath.

Clarissa, he is a fool!

And unimaginative, | dull fool!

You want to much of me, Peter. | I can't give it.

So, it's no use.

This is the end.

I'm sorry, Peter. | Clarissa!

Clarissa! Clarissa!

Lord Lexham. | Lord Lexham.

How delightful to see you.

I'm so sorry, but my dear wife |has a cold.

Oh, dear!

She simply would not wear her furs to| the garden party at Buckhurst.

And it was bitterly cold. | Richard!

Oh, dear! It's going to be a failure. | A complete failure.

How delightful of you to come. |Lovely to see you.

We're delighted to see you. | I'm glad you could come.

Why do I do it?

How lovely of you to come. | It was nice of you to invite me.

Mr. Peter Walsh.

Peter, you came! | How delightful to see you.

Peter! Back from India, right?

Yes, back from India. |Must be years since we've seen you.

It was a mistake to invite him. | You'll all know

when he's sorry to come.

And he's criticizing me. | I know he is.

Accusing me of being insincere. | Why do I do this things?

Why seek pinnacles | and stand drenched in fire?

I feel burned to a cinder.

Miss Henderson.

Better that...than |to brindle away like Ellie Henderson.

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