Notes On A Scandal Page #2
- Homerton. It's really nice there.
- [ Sheba ] Oh, right.
Lovely, friendly nurses.
I'm going to find out
at the next scan- 20 weeks.
Do you want to come
to lunch on Sunday?
- Where?
- To mine. To our house.
- Won't you be with your family?
- Yes, but you're very welcome.
Oh, it's no big deal.
I'll just do a lasagna or something.
I adore lasagna.
Bliss. A merry flag...
on the arctic wilderness
of my calendar.
One must make an effort
when one receives an invitation.
The art of it is seeming not to.
Lasagna tends
to disagree with my bowels.
I'll ask for a small portion.
- Oh, I think I've got the wrong house.
- No. You're bang on.
- I'm Richard. Come in.
- Oh.
I'm sorry. I thought-
- That I'd be 20 years younger
and twice as handsome.
- [ Door Closes ]
- Bash!
- [ Sheba ] The kitchen's on fire!
Sorry if you were out there long.
The, uh-The bell's knackered.
- Hi, Barbara.
- Hello.
Oh, what a splendid room.
What can I get you? We're, uh-
We're semi-pro drinkers here. You name it.
[ Barbara ]
I would like a dry sherry, please.
some apricot brandy knocking around.
- Uh, dry white wine.
- Done. Have a seat.
- [ Richard ] Where's the, uh, wine?
- [ Sheba Speaks, Indistinct ]
[ Richard ] Well, scrape it. Do you want to-
For a moment. Is it in the fridge?
You must be Polly.
I'm Barbara.
Hi, Barbara.
[ Clattering ]
[ Polly ]
Are you going somewhere?
- Excuse me?
- You're all poshed up.
Oh. Uh, I have an appointment.
Uh, later. In town.
[ Dog Barking ]
- Mum inherited it.
- It's her littlejoke.
- I only married her for the property. Morning.
- Did Pete go?
- [ Polly ] Mmm.
He was welcome to stay.
He's not really into lunch.
Cheers.
Mmm. Are you interested in wine?
Only the drinking part.
- You?
the summer on the Amalfi coast-
- [ Shouting ]
- Here's trouble.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Easy! Rocky! Easy!
Easy, easy, wheezy.
I'd anticipated a suave young lawyer-
- [ Richard ] Barbara?
- and two perfect poppets.
- Not so.
- [ Richard ] Mmm, mmm, mmm.
She's married some
crumbling patriarch.
- He's nearly as old as me.
- Ooh! Ah, ah.
And then there's the daughter,
a pocket princess.
And, finally, a somewhat
tiresome courtjester.
[ Richard ]
Ah, lovely. Thank you.
I'm going to be a wizard.
Oh. Is that when you're grown up?
No. He's just been cast
in his school play.
- [ Boy ] I'm gonna wear a cape.
- Oh.
- I'm the one with the car.
- [ Richard ] Amongst next year's
cultural highlights...
I greatly look forward
to Benjamin Hart...
in the key role of the wizard.
And, indeed, I find myself
beside myself with anticipation.
A rogue image swam through me:
Hubby's pruney old mouth
pursed at Sheba's breast.
[ Reggae ]
After lunch, a rather mortifying family tradition.
They do things differently
in bourgeois bohemia.
[ Man Singing ]
Oh. Thank you.
[ Continues, Indistinct ]
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
No.
[ Man Vocalizing ]
[ Vocalizing Continues ]
- Ooh!
- [ Continues, Ends ]
- You ready?
- Watch out.
- Yes!
- Oh.
[ Sheba ]
Took me away for our anniversary. It was years ago.
- When we came back, it was here.
- [ Gasps ]
- As if by magic.
- [ Ben Muttering ]
Oh.
Was supposed to be my studio.
It's more of a refuge, really.
A room of one's own.
[ Sighs ]
Is this you?
- [ Chattering ]
- [ Sheba ] Mmm.
It was.
Oh, I love these.
Such vibrant colors.
Take one. Take two.
Have the lot, actually.
- I couldn't possibly.
- Honestly, no one else wants them.
Oh, I'll treasure them.
Must be exhausting-
running a family and teaching as well.
Oh, I can't wait for term to end.
Roll on, Christmas,
and a month of sod-all.
I shouldn't have kidded
myself I could teach.
It's just that l- I've spent
the last 10 years looking after Ben...
and I'm so desperate
to get out and do something.
And finally we get him into this great
local school, and I'm free to work, and-
You're gonna be a terrific teacher.
Thanks.
But I'm bloody hopeless,
Children are feral.
Don't let them sense your anxiety.
- How do you cope?
- Oh, I'm just a battle-ax.
I'm not popular,
but they respect me.
Well, you're popular with me.
It's strange. I feel
I can talk to you.
She spoke ofher vile mother...
her grief over the death
ofher father...
the glory days when Richard
scooped her up...
and then jettisoned
wife and children...
for what she called
a nonstop f*** fest.
It's a peculiar trait
of the privileged:
Immediate, incautious intimacy.
But Sheba went well beyond
the tendencies ofher class.
She was utterly candid.
A novice confessing
to the mother superior.
You know, marriage and kids-
I mean, it's wonderful.
But it doesn't give you meaning.
It gives you an imperative,
but it doesn't help you-
you know, on the tube- "Mind the gap."
- Uh-
- Oh, I don't know.
It's just the distance
between life as you...
dream it and...
life as it is.
I know exactly what you mean.
A gold star day.
I always knew we'd be friends.
Our mutual reserve inhibited us...
but now it is manifest-
a spiritual recognition.
[ Man ] At the end of this year,
many of you will enjoy Christmas.
"S"and I share the ability...
to see through the quotidian
awfulness of things.
[ Continues, Indistinct ]
In a different, better age,
we would be ladies ofleisure...
lunching together,
visiting galleries, traveling...
putting the world to rights.
We would be companions.
- It's taken. I'm saving it for Sheba.
- [ Continues ]
- Sorry.
- [ Continues ]
- [ Whispering ]
[ Cheering ]
Very good! Well done!
[ Boys Singing Christmas Hymn ]
[ Continues ]
[ Ends ]
[ Students Chattering ]
Ben, put it in the car, would you, please?
- Ben, pop it in the car, sweetheart. Hello?
I need to speak to you
about Steven Connolly.
Who?
Let's not, shall we?
Doubtless you're aware you've
committed a criminal offense.
I'll be with you at 5:00.
[ Knocks ]
Let's go to the pub, okay?
- [ Man ] No, Boxing Day-
- When-When will you tell them?
I need to know the circumstances.
You must inform me of everything.
Actually, you were there
when I first saw him.
- I think you gave him a telling-off.
- Yeah!
[ Barbara ]
I gave him a slight ticking off.
[ Sheba ]
He dedicated his goal to me.
It amused me.
Nothing more.
A few days later, he came to see me.
Miss, would you have a look
at me drawings, please?
I'll look at them in class.
You do art, don't you?
I'm not allowed.
I'm special needs.
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