Peter Ibbetson Page #2

and slow at night.

What difference does it make

what time it is?

What's that?

Nothing... nothing.

Look here, Peter,

why do you keep saying

things like that for?

As if you had

some kind of joke

that no one else knew?

No reason,

no reason at all.

You know,

I think there's

something wrong with you.

Maybe you should come along

with us oftener and forget it.

Where?

Well, there's all London

and the whole night.

We begin with gin bitters

and barmaids,

and end up with

an aching head.

What's wrong with that?

I don't know.

Well, wh-what else

is there to do?

Nothing.

Well, I'd rather have

barmaids and gin

than nothing.

I'd rather have nothing.

Although I give you,

it's better than

having an uncle

that talks of nothing

but hocks and spavins!

There he goes again!

Well, have it your own way.

You can stay here

and work if you like,

we're off.

Goodbye.

Pull down the shades

and lock the door, Peter.

That's a silly looking...

Bless me.

Bless my soul.

What was that?

Uh, I'm sorry, sir.

I threw something.

Bless my soul.

Oh, it's quite all right,

of course.

But I don't know

why you should be angry.

That looks

very satisfactory.

Very satisfactory.

You've evidently solved

that problem, Peter.

Well, good night, Peter.

Mr. Slade.

Yes, Peter?

Mr. Slade,

I'm leaving you.

I'm through.

Why, bless me, Peter.

I've had all of

London I want.

I- I'm fed up with everything

I can think of.

Plans and buildings

and people and fog

and l... everything else.

I'm going to America.

Peter, you can't do that.

Why, you are the most

promising young man

in my employ.

I should hate to lose you.

You can become the

most prominent architect

in London

if you'll just apply yourself.

Well, l... I don't feel

very much

like applying myself.

Peter, what you need

is a rest.

You've been

working steadily.

Take a holiday

and go to Paris.

Go to Paris and play.

Why?

It isn't any good, sir.

What is it, Peter. A lady?

No.

What, then?

I don't know.

Well, whatever it is,

it's no good

runnin' away from it.

Being happy

ain't in places.

Being happy

is inside of you.

And, I think you ought to be

a little ashamed, Peter,

a fine,

big young man like you.

That's right, sir,

give it to me.

It is a little funny, though.

Here I am with everything

to be happy about,

and I'm not.

And here you are,

as happy as anybody

and, well, you have plenty

to be unhappy about

if you wanted to.

Don't you go

feeling sorry for me.

I've got everything

a person needs, I have.

I can hear things

and smell 'em,

and see 'em, too.

Those I want to.

What do you mean,

you can see things?

Of course I see 'em.

I can tell you

about some things

just as good as you can.

And I know what

that model looks like.

And I've seen the way

the ocean comes in

and goes all white

when it swishes down.

And flowers, and...

But, sir, you can't

really see those things.

You were born...

Yes, Peter,

I was born blind,

but I've seen things

just the same.

But... but how could you?

I mean...

You don't see

just with your eyes.

It's inside of you someplace.

Some of 'em said

it was dreams.

But I says it's because

I had to see that way.

Well, sir,

it's... it's too much

for me.

But that's because

you ain't never had

to make anything

happen inside of you.

You'll find out what's wrong

and it'll be there, Peter.

Well, sir,

l... I wish it were

as easy as it sounds.

You try the holiday.

I... I don't really want

you to leave us, Peter.

Well, sir, I'll go to Paris

and I'll come back.

Oh, you make me

very happy, Peter.

Very happy indeed.

Good night.

"The way the ocean comes in

and goes all white

as it swishes down."

Why don't you try

telling me in English?

Oh, you're English?

Rather!

I knew you was English,

I've been watching you

sittin' over there.

Look, I'll be through

my turn here, in a bit.

Wait for me?

Why not?

Really?

That wouldn't be

half nice.

Oh.

Well, that's funny.

What's the matter with them?

Oh, I don't know.

Nothing I suppose.

They're just not like...

Well, like you.

Oh, like me.

There never was anybody

quite like me.

Oh, now,

you don't pull my leg.

All right, I won't.

No. I know you won't.

You don't even know

if I have any.

No legs?

You're an odd one.

You don't care if

I have any, do you?

Oh, yes.

Oh, no, you don't.

Do you?

Oh, yes, l... I do.

Who is she?

Who is who?

The lady.

There is no lady.

Oh, come off it, now.

A young man like you

wouldn't be feeling

the way you do,

if there wasn't a lady

mixed up in it.

There is no lady.

I... I wish there were.

What then?

Nothing.

You want some wine?

Yes.

Why does everyone

ask that question?

Oh, you know,

you don't need to grouse

over it.

All I asked was...

Now I really...

I'm not grousing.

It's all right.

Forget it, please.

All right.

What do you see?

Crick!

Wait a minute!

Monsieur Gogo.

Crick!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Come on, finish your wine.

Why?

We're going down the street.

Garcon!

Where?

The house where

I used to live.

Come on, let's go

and see if it's still there.

All right.

You're a queer one.

All the places to go in Paris,

and you hustle me out

into the country.

Come on. Here it is.

Are you sure?

Sure?

Is this where you lived?

Yes, here.

Oh, it's a bit run down,

isn't it?

And she lived there.

Who's she?

Oh, look.

The kid I played...

Peter, a swing! Oh!

Come on, Peter, swing me.

I haven't had a swing since...

Hey, look.

Whee!

It was... it was right here.

The wagon.

Hmm. I wish I could

show you that wagon.

Maybe you think

you've seen wagons, but...

Whee!

I want to tell you

it was the craziest...

Oh, Peter, swing me.

You should have seen

the boards.

They were...

well, they were boards,

I suppose, and...

and it had some wheels.

Yes, it certainly had wheels.

They went round

and the thing moved.

Peter, come on.

The bench.

We crawled under there.

Yes, we certainly did.

Hello.

There he is, sir.

Peter!

How do you do, Mr. Slade?

Peter, I'm sorry to write

and break into your holiday,

but I knew

you wouldn't fail me.

No, sir.

And, I hope you're rested

for you've some more

traveling to do.

Yes?

To Yorkshire.

Oh, you've heard, no doubt,

of the Duke of Towers?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

At the Duke's

place in Yorkshire,

he has decided to tear down

the old stables

and replace them

with new ones.

So you must go on

the train at once.

Very well,

I'll see what I can do.

Oh, uh, there's...

there's one thing more, Peter.

The Duke or

probably the Duchess

was more than anxious

that whoever I sent

was as near being

a gentleman as possible.

Oh, a gentleman!

Yes. Yes.

You will live there,

it seems,

for quite a stretch.

It means that

you will be

in very close contact

with the family, and...

And as you say,

they want a gentleman.

You speak

my very thoughts.

The holiday,

it was successful, I hope?

Very.

Oh, I'm glad.

I'm very glad.

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