Peter Ibbetson

No, I won't go out.

I'll never, never go out!

Now, my dear.

But I don't want

to go out, Mother.

Now, tell Mother

what's the matter this time.

I don't want to go out

because she's out there.

Gogo!

What's this

terrible quarrel about?

I'm building a wagon, Mother.

Yes?

And she wants

to build a dollhouse.

Well, why don't you make

a wagon

and why doesn't she

build a doll's house?

Because she's got

all the boards.

Won't she divide the boards?

But that won't do any good.

I need them.

I need all the boards.

A wagon...

a wagon needs

a lot of boards.

A dollhouse

doesn't need many.

A dollhouse

doesn't even need anything.

Why doesn't it need anything?

Because it isn't

worth anything.

Gogo, you must not annoy

your mother anymore.

Run out and play, dear.

Please.

All right, I'll go,

but I'll never

speak to her again

as long as I live.

And they were all

my boards, Mother.

They were in my yard,

and he came over

and took them.

And what did you do?

I took them back.

Oh, but, darling,

you must be generous

and share your boards.

I did, Mother,

but he wants them all!

Now, dear, be nice to Gogo.

You know

his mother's very ill.

Now, please run out and play

and make up with him.

I'll go out, but I'll

never make up with him.

I never

want to see him again,

forever and

ever and ever.

He's nasty. He's selfish.

He's... he's just an old person!

Gogo!

Hello.

Oh, hello.

I'll give you

just one more board.

This one. A big one. See?

What good is one board?

But it's such a big one.

You can split it.

And anyway, you can make

your wagon smaller.

You don't know

anything about a wagon.

If you weren't selfish,

you'd help me

build a doll house!

A dollhouse!

It's just as good as a wagon.

It isn't any good.

What do you do with it

after you've done it?

What can a wagon do?

A wagon...

A wagon can do anything.

It can haul.

Haul what?

How do you know

when there's somebody who...

who wants something

to be hauled, maybe.

You can't make a wagon,

anyway.

I can't if you have

all the boards, can I?

But doesn't a wagon

have to have wheels?

Yes, of course they do.

You haven't any wheels!

Oh, no, you don't!

I... I didn't say anything,

did I?

I know what you

were thinking about!

But if I hauled something,

we could buy 100 wheels.

I don't want 100 wheels.

I could buy

a 1,000 wheels.

I want these!

Look what you've done!

Look at her face.

Oh, she looks

the same to me.

I will never

play with you again!

I'd rather play

with any other boy in Paris.

And you get in

your own yard!

I'd rather play with

any other girl in Paris,

and I'm going in my yard.

Go in your own yard

and see if I care.

And don't you ever

come in my yard, either.

Gogo.

What?

Do that again.

Do what?

Ya-ya-ya-ya.

It's so funny.

Why do you do it

with your thumb?

This finger is

supposed to do it,

but you always do...

I do it my own way!

Gogo, do it again.

I'll give you a board.

I don't want a board!

I'll give you two boards.

I don't want any boards.

Gogo, look.

Ya-ya-ya-ya.

Madame Dorian! Madame Dorian!

Quick. Quick.

Yes?

Oh, Madame Dorian, please!

Send for the doctor, quick.

Gogo. Gogo.

Gogo! Come here, dear.

Quick! Please!

Come, darling!

Hurry! Come here.

Fetch a priest!

Our Father, who art in heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come,

Thy will be done on Earth,

as it is in heaven.

Give us this day

our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

And lead us not

into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom,

the power

and the glory...

Gogo, don't cry.

And there they were before

his tent on the battlefield.

I remember as if

it were yesterday.

Before his tent,

uh, in council.

And as I rode up

to the general,

the great Napoleon himself,

I... This... this... a

Oui, you got off

your horse.

Dismounted.

I dismounted,

giving the grand salute.

Awaited orders.

I wish we could

keep him here with us,

with Mimsey.

If these relatives in London

shouldn't be gentle

or understanding with him.

Such a strange child,

and so sensitive.

Oh, well,

I suppose we shall know soon.

"Duquesnois,"

said the great Napoleon,

"Maj. Duquesnois"...

Crick!

Crack!

It was a night in late autumn,

frost was on the ground,

but there were

no fires lighted

that the enemy might see

and there they sat,

Napoleon and his generals.

Crick! Crick!

Mrs. Dorian, please.

What name,

please, sir?

Colonel Forsythe,

from London.

Madame Dorian

has been expecting you.

Won't you

please come in, sir?

Thank you.

Crick!

Crack.

Ha. That is better.

If you do not answer

if I say, "Crick,"

how do I know

you are paying attention?

You got off

your horse.

Dismounted.

"Duquesnois,"

said the great Napoleon...

Yes, there they are.

They?

My daughter.

Oh, yes.

They're about

the same age

and the dearest children

together I've ever seen.

Hmm.

I'm afraid it's another loss.

Gogo!

Your uncle is here

from London.

How do you do, sir?

And this is your daughter?

How do you do, my dear?

Uh, how do you do?

Well,

let's have a look at you.

Yes.

Yes, you have

your mother's eyes.

And what have we here?

Ah, sturdy.

Sturdy. That's very important

on a horse.

Ah, good wrist.

Good hand.

A fine figure of a horseman.

Many ladies will watch

you ride by, my boy.

And now, sir,

we will be on our way

to your new home.

What new home?

Wait until you see it.

But where is it?

Now, that's a surprise.

The home is not here

in Paris?

No!

But I don't want to go away

from Paris.

Little boys don't choose

where they want to go.

But I can't leave Paris.

And why not?

Be-because I can't.

What?

I can't.

The desperate love

between children.

Is there anything in the worid

forgotten so soon?

I would say, Colonel,

it was forgotten

the last thing of all.

All right, run along.

Say goodbye

to your little playmate.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you going away

somewhere, too?

No.

Thank you

for looking after him.

Where is the lad?

Gogo!

Wait right there, now!

In here.

Come back here!

You young scamp.

Don't take me away. Mimsey!

Don't. Mimsey!

Mimsey, I'll be back.

Don't! Don't take me away.

Don't! Mimsey!

Don't take me. Don't!

Gogo?

What sort of name is that?

It's my name.

Your name?

Who gave it to you?

She did.

Here, stop it, lad.

What's your real name?

Pierre.

Pierre Pasquier.

No. No. That will never do.

Your mother was English.

She was an lbbetson.

And you're going

to be English, too.

An English gentleman

that I shall be proud of.

I have it. Peter!

Yes, your name

shall be Peter.

Yes.

Yes. Peter.

You may take my family name

and be Peter Forsythe,

or you can take

your mother's name.

I'll take my mother's name.

Very well, then.

From now on, your name shall

be Peter lbbetson.

Leaving early, huh?

Yes, but I'm leaving

by Greenwich time,

not Slade's time.

It's five minutes

to six now.

Fast in the morning

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