Peter Ibbetson Page #5

There's your water.

Would you stay

with us awhile, Mr. Towers?

How can he stay?

He's got a date

with the Duchess tonight.

I thought he was here

for life.

He's gonna meet her

after that.

Sure, sure, after life.

In jail for life,

for a wench.

Oh, but she was worth it.

I've been here 16 years

and I know.

Well, I've been here 10.

Only I croaked her

instead of the gent.

I'm sure she was worth it,

wasn't she, Mr. Towers?

Tell us all about her.

Come on.

Come on, tell us all,

Mr. Towers.

Tell us. Come on.

Quiet! Get back here!

Stop this.

You must like the dungeons.

Ten days aren't enough

for you, eh?

40 lashes will quiet him.

A born troublemaker,

he is.

Won't eat, won't talk,

won't even hear you.

He'll hear the whip.

They'll all hear it

if there's one more peep

out of any one of them

tonight.

Light the gas.

How much longer, Mr. Ibbetson,

before the stables

will be completed?

Has it gone beyond

a kiss yet?

The children are grown up.

My wife protects her lover.

The honor of my house

has been violated.

Get into your lover's arms.

I will content myself

with passing upon you

the sentence of the law,

which is life imprisonment.

Order.

And that is how it happened.

My husband fired first.

Guilty!

In passing sentence,

this Court regrets

that the only punishment

it can give to the woman,

whose unholy love

brought about this tragedy,

is the reproaches

of her conscience.

They can't keep us apart!

We'll find a way.

I won't go.

I won't go.

No, I won't go, I tell you.

I tell you, I won't go!

Let go of me! Let go!

That's enough.

I said that's enough.

Silence, I said!

Hmm. Spine.

Worse than I thought.

Not much we can do

for him.

Not worth moving him,

poor devil.

Can't last long.

Hopeless.

Peter.

Peter, dear.

Peter.

Mary.

Mary!

Listen, dear.

Listen.

You're free, Peter.

You're free.

Free?

Take my hand.

We're going to escape.

How?

Take my hand.

It's a dream.

Come, Peter.

It is a dream.

Peter.

Peter.

Listen to me.

Don't you understand?

We're dreaming together,

just as we did once before.

But it isn't real.

Who is to say what is real

and what is not real?

We're dreaming true.

A dream that is more

than a dream.

Oh, you must believe me.

Believe? Lies.

All this is a lie

I'm dreaming.

I'm dreaming you.

I'm dreaming myself.

I'm not talking to you here.

I'm sleeping over there

with a broken back.

It's going to be

a long sleep

because I've made up my mind

I'm going to die, tonight.

I know. I know.

And you will, unless...

I'm... I'm talking to you

as if you were really here.

I am here.

You must believe that, Peter,

it's our only chance.

Don't ask why,

just... just believe.

Perhaps it's because

our love is so deep.

Oh, Peter, don't you see

what is before us?

We can be together,

not only now, but always.

It's happening now.

It's happened before

and we can make it

happen again.

No! No.

In a moment

you'll disappear

and I can't wake up

to this again.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

I won't.

I won't let you die.

I love you.

They're driving me

from you.

I must find some way.

Peter, look.

Listen to me.

Do you see this ring?

Is it real? Remember it.

If I promise to send it

to you tomorrow,

will you try

to live until then?

When you get this ring

here tomorrow,

then will you believe?

Look at it.

Unless I'm

really here now,

I couldn't know

to send it to you.

Look at it.

Do you see it?

Yes.

Remember it.

You'll get this ring

tomorrow.

Mary. Tomorrow.

Not worth moving him,

poor devil.

Can't last long.

Mary. Tomorrow.

What are you doing?

Getting this dead one

out of here.

Thought I told you

to get him out last night.

The warden sent us

on another job.

He's alive.

He's what?

He's alive.

Did it come?

Did what come?

Oh.

It didn't come.

Peter lbbetson.

I see no reason

why it can't be arranged.

I think it can't, Warden.

The man died last night.

Aren't you mistaken, Doctor?

I feel sure he's alive.

I examined him myself.

I would know

if he were dead. I feel...

Will you take this ring

to him at once?

But, madam.

Please.

It didn't come.

Do you mean this?

It's real.

Of course, it's real.

It's true?

It's a ring.

It looks like a ring,

but it isn't.

It's the walls of a worid,

and inside it

is the magic of all desire.

Inside it is

where she lives

and everything inside

leads to her.

Every street,

every path,

and the eighth s-s-sea.

It's a worid.

It's our worid.

Peter.

Peter.

Mary.

Mary.

Peter. Peter!

There's no one here

but you and me.

Look.

I'll give you

just one more board.

I didn't know whether

it was really there.

I... I was afraid...

But you needn't

be afraid, Peter.

The strangest things

are true

and the truest things

are strange.

What're you going to do?

I'm going to build

a wagon I never finished.

Look. There're our tracks.

We made them

in the mud yesterday,

remember?

So we could walk

in them when they dried.

How clear it is.

Clear as the top

of the worid.

It is the top of the worid.

Of course.

We came from

way down there.

Tiptoe on top of the worid.

Listen.

Do you hear it?

Is it music?

Music, sir,

I heard it today

and I brought it with me

so you could hear it, too.

I knew you'd like it.

And I have

a gift for you.

It's why

I brought you here.

Would you be good enough

to look?

Oh, Peter, how beautiful.

How did you do it?

I built it for you

out of the clouds,

the heavens and the stars.

All very simple.

All very beautiful.

Yes.

Let's go in.

What's the matter?

We can't go in.

A breath would blow it away.

Don't think such things.

They'll come true.

We're free forever

as long as we live.

As long as we live?

As long as we live.

Listen.

What's that?

The music of the organ,

that's all.

Listen.

Don't you hear it?

It's the thunder

of the worid.

Mary?

Peter.

Peter!

We lost each other

and it might happen again

for always.

We made the storm

and the terror, Peter.

I know.

We didn't believe.

We ran.

I made you afraid.

You see, I can't quite

get the chains off my feet.

No more words.

No more fears.

They divide us.

Maybe we are still

too much tied

to our bodies back there

to be quite free,

but always

we can come here.

We'll be with each other

every possible moment.

Every moment.

As long as we live

for years and years

and years.

Very faint.

The wonder is

it beats at all.

Strangest case

I've ever known.

Young man,

you're going to live.

Live?

Live.

Yes. For years.

For years and years

and years.

But, Your Grace,

you're tired.

Your Grace,

you're as white as a sheet.

I'm quite all right,

Katherine.

Now just please go.

Ah, but you're not all right,

Your Grace,

you even have

a fever.

I'll get the doctor

straight away.

I don't want the doctor.

But, Your Grace...

Please.

Just go, Katherine.

Very well.

Mary.

Mary, what?

It's all right.

I'm frightened,

that's all, a little.

What are you

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