My Forbidden Past Page #2

people have the fame, luxury is much more pleasant.

I don't know what's going on

under that pretty hat,

but Mother is right when she talks

about a good name. Paul...

Hmm? Do you mind if I don't come in?

I'd like to take a drive. Alone.

Don't do any thinking, it's bad for

the complexion. All right, Pappy.

Where to, Miss Barbie?

I'll tell you on the way.

Is Mr Toplady registered here, sir?

Yes. Would you ask him to come to the ladies'

parlour, please? Yes, madam. This way, Miss Barbie.

Your name IS Barbara. Wait outside the door,

Pappy. I'll be in shouting distance, Miss Barbie.

Thank you, that's a great comfort.

Won't you sit down, Miss Beaurevel?

May I get you some coffee?

No, thank you.

Do you know

what Carrie Crandall was?

She was a sister of James McDougall who

has died leaving a bequest to her heirs.

I am Carrie Crandall's

granddaughter.

Well?

I'm delighted to find someone who admits Carrie

Crandall ever existed! My aunt has been deathly afraid

that it would come out

that my grandmother was...

Such a notorious woman.

They even point at her grave

and make jokes.

Even now I'm not sure

that Aunt Eulah isn't right.

If the truth were known,

I couldn't live in New Orleans any more.

Would it be so terrible? I think I should die!

I don't think you'll be forced into an early

suicide. There's no need of court action or publicity.

Carrie Crandall's daughter entered

into a convent under a false name

and married your father

under that false name,

I have documented proof of this. Furthermore,

you resemble your grandmother greatly.

You knew her?

That's how I recognised you.

Imagine her with your complexion,

with your proud look.

I didn't know I had a proud look.

Just as she had.

She married a gambler. He left

her before the child was born.

She did whatever she had to

for the welfare of the little girl,

even to hiding her own motherhood

and love.

But she was... Yes, she was.

So if because of what she was

you refuse the inheritance... No!

In spite of your aunt's wishes you still want the

money? Yes. The estate can be easily liquidated,

it comes from gold. Is there much?

By certain standards, yes. How much?

A little over... 900,000 dollars.

When do I get it?

I'll have the papers ready

for your signature tomorrow.

At first I thought Toplady

was a silly name but now I love it!

Miss Beaurevel... Yes?

I'm not sure I like the feeling

behind your smile.

I trust you'll use the money wisely?

I will. I can promise you I will!

CLAY:
Why should I finance you

in a brokerage house, Paul?

I'd be very good at it

and would make you a lot of money.

I don't need any more money.

That's where we differ.

Miss Beaurevel. Mr Duchaine has been waiting for you,

Barbara. I'm sorry. You're always worth waiting for.

Would you mind if I talked to

Barbara alone? Why, of course not.

Well? I wanted to make sure

about the costume ball tonight.

I hadn't forgotten.

I'll come by at ten. No, Clay.

There's somewhere I'd like

to go first, alone. Is that wise?

It's what I'm going to do.

There's something different

about you, Barbara.

I don't know quite how to say it.

It's as though there was a secret

that warms you.

Do you mind?

I mind nothing that you do or are.

Even the fact that my family wants

me to marry you for your money?

If being poor puts them on my side,

I'm glad they're poor.

If you'll marry me, Barbara,

I'll do anything you want. I'll be anything you want.

I like you, Clay, better than I ever have before.

Goodbye, Clay.

Say goodbye to your aunt for me.

You must be out of your mind. You WERE listening,

weren't you? Where are you going before the ball?

If you listened carefully, you'll know

I didn't even tell Clay. You'll lose him.

And then where would

your brokerage business be?

We don't approve of your going anywhere alone.

That's too bad because nobody's coming with me!

PEOPLE SING AND SHOU CHILDREN SHOUT: Trick or treat!

BOY SINGS:
# Light a candle

for your loved one... #

MARK:
You explain it to her, Dean.

All Souls' Eve is what you call Halloween

up north. To us it's a religious occasion

but there are enough goblins and imps

so that we don't treat it too soberly.

.. On this night one lights a candle

to one's dear departed.

Are you alone?

Isn't everyone?

You're a philosopher now? I thought you didn't

believe in these barbaric ceremonies. I don't.

Then why did you come?

My wife. Strangers like to see the

superstitious customs of this primitive society.

That's an interesting smile you're wearing. Do you

still want to cut it sharp with a knife? Cut what?

You don't remember. Suppose I do?

It was such a long time ago. A

lifetime. We barely knew each other.

We only saw each other every day for month

after month. And still I didn't know you.

That may be because you're afraid

to know yourself.

I found out one thing... Oh?

You're not much of a letter writer,

are you?

Who is?

I know something else. Fascinating.

What? You're still holding my hand.

Well, you haven't gone into a physical decline.

Then you still approve of something about me.

Beautiful hair, warm complexion, exciting

figure if a man could see it in those clothes.

But you decided it wasn't worth

waiting for. I decided?!

I suppose it wasn't you

who got married? Well?

Why did you? I know she's awfully pretty and

boats are romantic... They are. Try it some time.

I don't know why you did it,

but you couldn't have forgotten.

Not so soon. I haven't had you out

of my mind for a single heartbeat.

Darling, it's not too late.

You've been using your sex on me.

Why?

All right, you can take me home now. No, I'm not

going to be seen walking with you, even among the dead.

You're a coward!

Sure I'm a coward, I also have a wife who's with

my dean. I'd rather not lose my job or my wife.

Oh, Mark!

What did I ever do to you?

That's what you did to me, so now

I warn you, stay away from me.

That's the wrong way to tell me.

# Candles...

# Candles...

# Buy a candle...

# For your loved one

# Buy a candle for your loved one

# Place a candle at the... #

Barbara?

Where were you last night? Please don't

come into my room without permission, Paul.

Get out of my room!

After the way you've behaved,

I don't think maidenly modesty

becomes you!

Maybe I'm wrong...

maybe it does become you!

Remind me to wake you

every morning...

.. cousin dear(!)

Clay Duchaine is not a man to be put off

too long. You're not to be a marriage broker.

If you and Barbara won't look

after this family, I will!

You wanted me, Aunt Eulah?

Close the door, Barbara.

You let me worry about you wandering alone

through the streets at all hours of the night.

I wasn't wandering in the streets,

Aunt Eulah.

I was at the cemetery.

Who escorted you? I was alone.

Why alone? Because I didn't want anyone to see

me lighting a candle at my grandmother's tomb.

How did you dare? Aunt Eulah,

I don't want to hurt you,

but the tomb looked so uncared for,

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