Possession Page #5

No, he wouldn't have said | anything. He would have | just bought the brooch.

Christabel would have seen. | It was accepted between them.

Are you writing | fiction now?

Maybe.

I'm having fun.

Are you?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Don't grimace | when you say it. | It's more convincing.

I suppose | I can be a touch...

empirical at times.

Just a touch.

Hey, you wanna | go for a walk | or something?

I mean, | out in the hills.

[Clerk] For sure | it's earlier than the death | of Victoria's Albert.

Probably late '50s. | 1860s maybe.

1859?

Ish?

I think we're getting | near Thomason Falls.

Cropper mentions it... | Mortimer Cropper?

Yeah, Ash's biographer. | All-purpose a**hole.

He's literally trekked | every step of Ash's life.

He's happy to tell you | that too. | More than happy, I'm sure.

You know him, huh? | [Groans]

That is beautiful. | [Sighs]

Maud. What?

I think Christabel | did come here.

Listen.

"Three elements combined | to make the fourth.

" But above the water | and the light, | together made...

a halo | in the darkened cave. "

That poem's dated | 1859,July.

See if there's | a cave behind it.

That might be | all the proof we need.

Ah...

I know this is | an awfully repressed | sort of English thing to say,

but what the hell | are you doing?

There's only one way | to find out.

Of course, we could | have just asked someone.

[Whooping, Laughing]

Whoo! Maud! Maud!

[Laughing Continues] | I found it!

Your hands are shaking.

Are you afraid?

No.

A little.

[Roland] | "These are and were there.

"The garden and the tree, | the serpent at its root.

"The fruit of gold, the woman | in the shadow of the boughs.

"The running water | and the grassy space.

They are and were there."

I don't mind that.

See, you could grow | to like Ash.

[Laughs] | Yes.

He's sort of a soft-core | misogynist.

[Laughs]

Why do you always | tie your hair up like that?

It has to do | with Fergus Wolfe mostly.

Fergus? | How to do with Fergus?

When we met, | he drove me mad quoting Yeats.

"Who could love you | for yourself alone | and not your yellow hair?"

Yes.

And then I was accused once | by my sister feminists | at a conference...

of dyeing it | to attract men.

Really? | Yes.

So I shaved it off, | all of it.

[Laughs] | And did he?

Did who what? | Fergus love you | without your yellow hair?

No.

We thought of that.

We drove each other mad. | I don't even like him,

but I can't seem to... | Freud.

"On the other side of attraction | lies repulsion."

Or was that Calvin Klein?

[Laughing]

- Do you believe that? | - Uh, I wouldn't know.

I don't really allow myself | to do that Ash/Christabel | grand passion kind of thing.

Allow? | Yeah.

Jealousy, obsession, all that. | Not anymore.

You're lucky then.

It all gets so... | just such a tangle.

It's a tangle | most people want.

Not me though.

My antics made | a lot of people unhappy.

One horribly so.

For me,

whenever I feel | anything for anyone, l...

I go cold all over.

- What makes you do that? | - Fear, I suppose.

Fear of being burned up... | by love.

[Sighs] | Listen to us.

Yes. Aren't we just maudlin? | [Laughing]

Maud, you should | let your hair out.

You should let it breathe. | And don't do the ice thing,

'cause you have nothing | to worry about from me.

Christabel said, | " Fear all men."

Well, Christabel | didn't know me.

I don't want to take | anything from you.

So, then, we're both... | perfectly safe.

Right.

How can we bear it?

Every day | we will have less.

[Shuddering]

Would you rather | have had nothing?

No.

I thank God | that if there had to be | a dragon it was you.

Wait. Wait.

No. I was just trying to get out | from under the covers. | No. No.

This is... We shouldn't | be doing this. | It's dangerous.

Well, I really... | No, because I like you. | I like you a lot.

I just don't want | to blow it here, and...

Well, it doesn't matter | to me, honestly.

What do you mean | it doesn't matter?

Sorry. I think | we're probably just...

[Sighs] | In these cramped quarters. | It was a mistake.

Maud. Maud!

[Door Closes]

I didn't mean that.

Let's not beat | the thing dead.

It happened, it's over | and we're adults.

Speak for yourself.

I can't imagine | what you're like after you | actually sleep with someone.

[Sighs]

Maud, I think | that you are very...

You know?

No, I don't know.

So, what, we're friends | now, is that it?

Yeah. That's a lot.

No, I agree. | It's fine.

Yeah. It's perfect.

Anyway, we're getting | off the track here.

We came to investigate | them, not us.

[Sea Gulls Squawking]

So what ever happened | to Blanche? | Blanche drowned.

Oh.

Where was Christabel? | We don't know | where she was.

The year before's | a bit blank too.

You don't know where she was | that entire year?

There's some speculation | that she went to France,

but I have nothing | to support that.

Okay, so... Christabel | comes here with Ash | and then disappears.

On paper, at least.

Yes. | And Blanche suicides.

Jesus.

- What are you doing? | - [Sighs]

It's a poem. | I've been writing it | as I've watched you.

You're not pleased with it?

On the contrary. | I think it perfectly expresses | thejoy I have felt with you.

Then why that?

These feelings... | I want them to survive.

I know I can never | declare all this...

this love.

There. I've said it. | I know it cannot be declared | to the world.

What I may do is scatter | these words from the train...

and hope that | they somehow take root.

They will flourish. | I swear it.

[Train Whistle Blows]

[Train Chugging]

[Sighs]

So... what next?

I mean, for you.

I suppose I'll check | through the archives...

and see if there's | any clue at all where Christabel | might have been that year.

Good.

I guess I'll just, uh...

hell, I don't know...

go look up sh*t | on the microfiche.

Suffer over you.

Good-bye.

See ya.

Lost your way? | Don't do tours here.

Sir George Bailey? | Who wants to know?

Professor Mortimer Cropper, | curator of the Stan Collection,

Robert De Leon University, | Harmony City, New Mexico.

And this is Dr. Wolfe. | Good morning.

I'm a busy man. | My wife's ill.

I can quite understand | that, sir.

Sources have led me to believe | that you may be in possession...

of some documentation | by Randolph Henry Ash.

Whoa. | Don't shoot, please.

Get off my land.

Do you have any idea | what we're talking about here?

Do you? Do you have | any idea how much...

such pieces, | if they existed,

how much | they would be worth?

Worth?

Do you mind if we swing | past the university?

Bit of unfinished | business.

Miss Bailey, I presume. | The accomplice.

The very same.

[Man] | Good God, you're | like Bonnie and Clyde.

Come on. | I need a picture of her.

I've never seen you | like this. Just go.

Take the Porsche | and go.

[Engine Starts]

[Doorbell Buzzes]

Fergus, what?

Uh, if Fergus went out | to get Indian food, I'm gonna... | I'm gonna feel really stupid.

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