On A Clear Day You Can See Forever Page #3

Miss Gamble, how can you go back

to a time before you were 5

and say you are 24?

Explain that to me further.

Miss Gamble.

Yes?

What year are you remembering?

Now, listen carefully. You're saying

that you were alive in 1814.

Very well. I want you to tell me

everything you can about yourself,

beginning with your name.

You do remember your name?

My name?

Gee, I don't know if I can do that.

I mean, boy, that's tough.

- I'm Daisy Gamble.

- Take your time.

Maybe I was called

something else once...

...but the only name I...

I mean, my name has always...

My name is...

My name is Melinda.

Melinda Winifred Waine Tentrees.

And I am appalled and stunned

at this outrageous inquisition.

- Inquisition, Lady Tentrees?

- From the day this trial began,

you have been coiled

like a cobra ready to strike.

Trying to make me crawl

and cower and cringe

and admit to your monstrous lies.

But you shall not succeed.

I shall speak only the truth.

I hope so.

Now you say your name

is Melinda Tentrees?

Would you tell the court

what knowledge you have

of the tragic voyage

of the frigate Westerly.

I know nothing about that unfortunate

vessel except that it sailed.

Yet you advised your husband

not to insure the Westerly.

How did you know

it would never return?

You have asked me that question

again and again.

I have answered it again and again.

The Caroline sailed

two days after the Westerly,

also never to return,

insurance also rejected by

Pelham of London, upon your advice.

How did you know

it would never return?

I do not know.

I do not know.

You don't know if your name is

Melinda Tentrees?

Of course I know my name is

Melinda Tentrees, dunce.

And I also know my husband's name

and how old we are and where we live,

the street,

the number and the city.

- I have a breathtaking grasp of things.

- How long have you been married?

Robert and I have been married

for three

tumultuous, passionate,

Scheherazadian years.

Your husband must be

remarkable for his age.

He's remarkable for any age.

- But still, at 59.

- Fifty-nine? Ass!

That was my first husband.

Robert is 31.

What was your

first husband's name?

Lord Percy Moorepark.

Poor, fumbling, old, rich thing.

But you heard a witness testify to

having seen you on the London docks

on the night of November 14th,

consorting in secret

with a known enemy of the crown.

- He lies!

- Wait, wait, wait.

I'm so glad you interrupted.

I cannot bear this trial another minute.

- What are you on trial for?

- Oh, please.

Very well, never mind.

You were going to tell me

about an incident

when Winnie Wainwhisle

finds something for you.

Yes.

It was the day I first met Robert.

What a glorious day it was.

- Where are you?

- Where we met.

At the Royal Pavilion at Brighton

three years ago.

Percy. Percy, put on

your spectacles at once.

Hurry.

Now look directly across the lawn.

Do you see Diana Smallwood?

- Unmistakably Diana Smallwood.

- Who is that with her?

Robert Tentrees.

- What does he do?

- As little as possible.

Joseph Pelham was complaining

about him the other day.

He knows Tentrees' father

and gave the boy a position.

Maritime insurance.

You know, old ships at sea.

- Is he married?

- No.

But he should have been,

many times.

And he will be soon.

I can't wait to hear

how you arrange that.

My dearest love

Who existed in a dream

Till this evening

When a wave came

And swept me out to sea

None of the loves

That you have known

Could prepare you for the love

Raging everywhere in me

For all the arms

That have covered you

The hands that have touched you

And the lips you have lingered on

Before

Added together would be less

Than an olive

In the banquet of love

I have in store

Love seasoned to entice

Love with all the trimmings

Filled with spice

Love flavoured to your whim

Served piping hot

With all the trimmings

For I'll decode every breath

And every sigh

Till your every lover's wish

Is fulfilled before it's made

Toss in some jealousy and doubt

Should it be required

Not rest till there's

Nothing more desired

Thus loving as I do

Never, never will you ever be untrue

Having love with all the trimmings

Waiting home

For you

Gentlemen. His Highness.

Chef, my good fellow.

Your Royal Highness.

Never in history

have taste buds been

so delectably treated

as they were tonight

with your extraordinary

salmon mousse.

Served with cream

and vin rouge sauce.

Garnished with truffles

and exotic herbs.

You seem to know this woman.

Who is she?

Winnie Wainwhisle.

Do you have a name for this,

if I may be allowed a Gallic pun,

this chef-d'oeuvre?

Yes, with pleasure.

Come this way.

I humbly christen it

Salmon Beurre Brigette.

- To my chef.

- To the chef.

- Melinda.

- Mum.

- Is that your mother?

- Yes.

How are you, Melinda?

Mum, did you ever hear

of Robert Tentrees?

Robert Tentrees?

He's not your kind, Melinda.

Hasn't got a halfpenny to his name.

- Here, I got something for you.

- What?

- Your locket.

- Where'd you find it?

Under the ambassador's night table.

- Well, that's a bit of luck.

- What about this Robert Tentrees?

- Is he here tonight?

- Mum.

Mum, he's here, and I met him. And

I love him and I'm gonna marry him.

- Marry him?

- But you've got a husband.

I'll divorce him.

And don't you worry about

us not having any money.

In two years' time,

I'll make Robert Tentrees

one of the richest men in England.

That good-for-nothing.

How in the world

do you expect to make the likes of...?

No.

No, Melinda. Don't misuse

your talents. Please.

Or God knows in how many

lifetimes you'll be paying for it.

What talents?

What is she talking about?

Well.

- There you are, milady.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

For I'll decode every breath

And every sigh

Till your every lover's wish

Is fulfilled before it's made

Toss in some jealousy and doubt

Should it be required

Not rest till there's

Nothing more desired

Thus loving as I do

Never, never will you ever be untrue

Having love with all the trimmings

Waiting home

For you

And just how do you expect

to get a divorce?

I'm going to be caught

red-handed, dearie. That's how.

Caught red-handed.

- There.

- Where?

Here.

Oh, Percy.

Percy, I knew you'd leave

your spectacles at home. Here.

Here is your other pair.

Oh, thank you very much.

And is it not true, Lady Moorepark,

that in the pursuit of illicit passion,

you and Robert Tentrees

met regularly?

Yes. We met frequently, in secret.

Lady Tentrees, I suggest that you

have committed perjury to this court

and that you have consorted

with those involved

in the treasonous plot

against king and country

to destroy 38 British ships at sea.

No! You are trying

to make a criminal out of me.

What? One moment, now.

You admit to these indiscretions?

I am under oath.

I cannot lie. Yes.

Not one written message.

I am under oath. I cannot lie.

- No!

- Wait a moment, now.

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