The Go-Between Page #3

run errands for you.

He's a wizard at that.

I'm sure he's a very

useful young gentleman.

Come on, lads, let's have 'em.

OK, gents.

Come on, lads.

Yes. Well played.

Ah, splendid!

Come on.

Take a single.

Come on, lads, look lively.

Well done.

- Bad luck.

- Good luck.

Good shot, sir. Well played.

Come on!

Sorry. Lad's a bit wild.

Oh, don't worry in the

least. All's fair, and so on.

Well done.

Now, come on, chaps.

- Right, shall we?

- Yep.

Come on, Ted!

Show them what you're made of, Ted.

Come on, Ted.

Everything depends on getting

Ted Burgess before he's set.

Burgess is just a hitter.

That's it, Ted.

Show them how it's done.

Come on, chaps. That's it.

You're a good boy, Ted.

Isn't it exciting?

You don't want them to win, do you?

Come on, Ted.

If we don't get him out soon,

we'll lose. That is unthinkable.

Can you carry on, old man?

No.

- One more.

- Leo.

Good luck, Leo.

Good luck, Leo.

I'm going to put you at square leg.

Now, you won't have much to do,

but sometimes he hooks one.

Just there.

Well done.

- Well done, Leo.

- You got him.

Well done, old man.

We did it!

Sorry, Ted.

It was a damn good catch.

Well done, Ted.

Thank you very much. You

played extraordinarily well.

Have you tried that ale?

I'm sorry, madam, but the

accompanist is feeling a bit seedy.

There's no-one to play the piano.

Well, Marian can play it.

Marian! Marian, you'll

play the piano, won't you?

Now, who'll start us off?

Come on, Ted! Give us a song.

Oh, no, no, no.

Go on, Ted! Get up there, Ted!

Don't disappoint us, Ted.

All right.

Go on, lad. You surprise us.

Er...

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose.

My love is like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June

My love is like a melody

That's sweetly played in tune

And fair art though My bonnie lass

So deep in love am I

And I will love you still My dear

Till the sea's gone dry.

- Good job, Ted.

- Not bad, boy.

Not bad.

Don't they make a lovely couple!

Done us proud, Ted. Well done.

Well, what about our twelfth

man? Can't he give us something?

- Come on, Leo.

- Well done, Leo.

Go on, then, Master Colston.

Well done, young man, up you go.

Don't be nervous, Leo.

Well, what's it to be?

I only know Angels Ever Bright And Fair,

but it's a sacred song.

That doesn't matter. I know it.

Come on, then, Master Colston.

Sh, sh, sh.

Angels

Ever bright and fair

Angels

Ever bright and fair

Take, oh, take me

Take, oh, take me to your care

Take me

Take, oh, take me

Angels

Ever bright and fair

Take, oh, take me to your care

Take, oh, take me to your care.

Golly, you did look pleased with yourself.

But at least you got rid

of that brute Burgess.

God, when I saw him at

the piano with Marian...

it made me go all goosy.

Can you keep a secret?

I heard Mama talking.

Marian is to be engaged to Trimingham.

It'll be announced next week.

Are you glad?

Yes. I am.

I'm sure I am.

Why is there no fifth Viscount?

He's not here.

Well, that's rather a sad story.

He was killed in a duel

and some people thought it

rather a disgrace to the family.

Was he killed avenging his honour?

In a way.

He thought his wife was too

friendly with another man.

So he challenged the fellow to a duel.

The man shot him.

It should have been the other way around.

Yes, he was unlucky. His wife's

friend was rather a good shot.

I didn't know people

fought duels about ladies.

Well, they did then.

Would the Viscount have minded

so much about the wife's friend

if he hadn't have been

married... only engaged?

Quite as much...

.. I should think.

I think it would be better

for all concerned to bring

the announcement of the

engagement forward.

We agreed it would be

the end of the summer.

- No. The whole matter is settled.

- No-one asked for my opinion.

Trimingham has been the

soul of honour and patience!

You couldn't make a better match.

- You mean YOU couldn't!

- You're being childish!

Am I to be allowed no say in my own life?

What possible objection could you have?

Don't you dare turn your back on me!

Leo, there you are, I was looking for you.

Will you do something for me?

Of course.

Will you take this?

Where to?

The farm, you silly.

Oh... I can't.

Why not?

Because of Hugh.

- He might not like it.

- What's Trimingham got to do with it?

This is a business matter

between Mr Burgess and I.

You come into our house and we

make a great fuss of you, and now

you have the infernal cheek to say

you won't do a simple job for me!

I'll never speak to you again.

I know.

You want paying, don't you?

Well, how much do you

want, you little Shylock?!

Do you ever miss?

Well, I'm a pretty good

shot, though I say it myself.

You been crying?

Come on.

Have you got a letter for me?

Have you any message for her?

Yes.

But do you want to take it?

Not much.

But if I don't, she'll be angry.

So it was her that upset you, then?

What can I do to make

things right for you?

Well, last time I was here you

said you'd tell me about spooning.

So I did.

Well, it's a job for your dad, really.

He should be the one to tell you.

My father's dead -- and I'm

quite sure he never spooned!

It's putting your arm around

a girl and kissing her.

I know that. But it's something else, too.

It makes you feel something.

It makes you feel on top of the world.

There must be more to it.

What do you like doing best?

Something that happens in dreams.

Like flying, or floating... or waking up

and knowing that someone you

dreamed was dead is really alive.

Right, well, I've never had

that dream, but you get the idea.

Think of that, and add some more...

and that's what spooning's like.

But you still haven't really told me.

You heard.

It's what you like doing

best, and then some more.

What more? I won't take any

more messages unless you tell me!

Look, you'd better clear off

quick or you'll be sorry!

Master Colston! Leo!

Wait!

It's deadly nightshade.

Belladonna. Every bit of it is poisonous.

Don't!

You'll die!

It must be a loony talking to himself.

They're spooning!

Let's go and see who

it is and rout them out.

No. Leave them alone.

What confounded cheek!

Why should they come here to do it?

I wonder what Mama would say.

No, please don't tell her,

Marcus. Promise you won't!

Your shot, old man.

He's daydreaming.

You look tired, Leo. You should rest.

He was up all night thinking

about his catch, I expect.

But for him, Burgess

would have won the day.

So, I've been talking to Burgess

about joining up to fight the Boer.

He's a likely man -- single, no

ties. He would make a first-rate NCO.

He's a good shot, too, by all accounts.

Not that I'm any

advertisement for Army life.

Is Ted really going to join up?

Oh, we're on "Ted" terms now, are we?

Well, yeah, the first time I

asked him he didn't want to.

But yesterday, he seemed

to have changed his mind.

Thought he might like a crack at them.

So, you think he'll go?

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