The Damned Page #2

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Go on, Joan. Give it up!

Jump!

I'm glad he fell in the water!

When you come back to

shore, Simple Simon...

...you're a dead man.

[ Engines roar away ]

Joan...

- Sorry you came?

- Oh no, I'm looking forward...

to spending the rest

of my life out here.

It might be nice.

I's just ducking. Now

that you carried me off...

...in such a rag style,

what are you going to do?

Can't go back to Weymouth.

Look, I'm not afraid of King

Well I am.

Do you know what happened the last

time I tried to go out with a man?

I was locked in a cupboard for a week

Locked in a cupboard

and I'm 20 years of age.

Don't you have any parents?

No. King is all I've got.

Well, you should be

glad to be rid of him.

- Who says I am?

- I do.

Well you're wrong.

All that happened is that I'm stuck out

here in the middle of the ocean on a boat...

and King is waiting and watching

for me to go back and for you.

That isn't the only thing

that's happened and you know it.

For a split second you have the choice

of staying with King and coming with me.

Oh don't try and make anything of that.

Actually, you had your whole life to

make up your mind. When you jumped ...

...you jumped on a pure instinct, you know that.

- You might as well stop talking,...

...I'm not listening to you.

- Don't be childish Joan, you don't want that gang or...

...any part of them.

- And I don't want you either,...

...so shut up!

- Why to choose me yesterday?

Because you look as if you have money.

- Is that the only reason?

Why did you come back?

Damn you, damn you, damn you.

You are dirty, you're just

what King said you were.

I'm gonna get myself a

beer, do you want one?

I don't drink?

- King's rules?

Joan, I'm sorry.

I was clumsy and

brutal. It was my fault.

Will you forgive me?

- For what?

I want you to put me

ashore please, Simon.

What will you do about King?

That's my affair.

Look, I've got plenty of gas. We can

go anywhere in the south coast,...

...to France if you like

I don't speak French. Look,

why don't you go to France?

You can spend your life running away.

But I'd be running away from you.

But I have to live with what I got.

Please put me ashore.

You go back to the gang?

I know a place I can hide for

a while, until he cools off.

If you really want to go, I... There

is nothing I can do to stop you...

...but I wish you'd stay.

I won't have anybody to fight with.

Please put me ashore, Simon.

Pick me up at the Gloucester tree, will you Timothy?

- Very well, sir.

The bird in a guildered cage, ay Dingle?

More like a guildered bird

in a rather rusty cage.

These security chaps have the

imagination of prison wardens.

What destroys me is the

waste of all our talent.

Bernard was telling me of his last

visit to the minister, the other day.

"What kind of education?",

said that noble person.

Kind of education? Why,

my kind of education.

The fellow himself is a

practically illiterate.

What hurts you, Dingle, is the fact that

you can't accept somebody else's authority

if it were up to you, you'd turn

all our children to beatniks.

In the circumstances, would that matter?

Unfortunately we can't

predict the circumstances.

Self-reliance is really

all we can give them.

Self-reliant character gentility.

Do you think these values

will mean anything, Gregory?

Oh, I don't really think about

that sort of thing, dear boy.

You're the sort that built

the empire, don't you?

How did you do it without thinking?

I'm a little out of my debt,

I'm sure. but I had a shot at it.

Any.. bully could command obedience.

Only a gentleman could command loyalty.

Good morning!

- Good morning.

Draw the curtains, will you please, Dingle

- Yes sir.

11.55. Switch that thing on then.

Good morning, children.

Sit up, please. I hope we're not in

our rebellious meed, this morning.

We don't like being seen this way.

There's no other way.

We want to see you the

way we see each other.

Sit up, please.

Now, this is our morning for

questions, if you have any.

- Sir?

- Yes George.

...Is that true?

- Yes.

But none of you are

brothers and sisters.

But sir, there are nine of us.

If any boy can marry any girl...

...there is going to be one left over.

Your arythmatic is sound.

But I don't think

Sir, I like the boxing, but the

other boys won't fight with me.

He hits too hard

Well, Charles, perhaps Mr. Stuart

could provide a punching bag,...

...not in person, of course.

- Hahahah.

- Sir? When we grow up, the girls I

mean, will we all look like Miss Vermont?

You will look as you do now.

You will be bigger, of course.

This mysterious question, sir.

Then I shall do my best, Victoria.

Sir, in your little talks to us, ...

...you talk about responsability

and duty and all of that...

- I'm very sorry if I seem

pompous to you, Victoria.

- That's not it, sir.

But you always talk about

'when the time comes'.

What we want to know is:

when does the time come?

There are many things which you'll

only understand when you're older.

You'll be told everything in time, each new

thing as you're able to understand it,...

and not before.

We're getting very old now, sir.

And we cn understand everything

- You'll have to trust me,

children. and let me be the judge.

- It's not democratic, sir.

That will be all for this

morning. It's time for your lunch.

I'll talk to you again

tomorrow. Good morning.

[ chorus ]

- Good morning sir.

Some day, they will have

to be told everything.

I wished there was some way to avoid it.

What's that place?

That? It's where some big shot lives.

Sometimes he has a

woman staying back here.

She makes these things.

Do you like them?

Do you like them?

I don't know.

Shall we go in?

You mean you plan on hiding out in here?

- Yes, what's wrong with that?

It must be locked.

- Of course it's locked.

Then I'll break the window.

- Oh no....

You must have more respect

for other people's property.

Hey, they're at the birdhouse.

Need any help?

As much as I can get.

This is a fabulous place.

Do you really like it?

You had to see it in the fog.

It's wild and weird. Those rocks.

And there is always a different cloud.

I don't understand you.

Sometimes you sound like...

-I can read.

And sometimes like... ...

something entirely different.

- Are you planning to stay?

I haven't made any plans.

- You can't exist on beer...

I'll make you some food

before you go back to the boat.

I'll see what's left in

the larder, this time.

Ow!

- What happened?

Cut myself on a blasted tin.

This is all there is. Then

it's back to the biscuits.

Can I see that finger?

- It's nothing.

Joan!

Please go back to the boat, Simon.

You want me to?

Yes.

I'm frightened.

Of your brother?

Of you.

You weren't frightened of me before.

You hadn't kissed me before.

I could keep right on kissing you.

Look, I'm not holding

you, and you haven't moved.

Are you there?

I've gone to Paris.

Where did you think I am.

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