The Go-Between Page #2

No ! Stop it.

I'll get you for that.

My hair's gone down. It's all wet.

I'll never get it dry.

Oh, you do look so dry and smug.

I should like to throw you in the river.

Is that man gone ?

Yes. He went off in a hurry.

His name is Ted Burgess.

He's a farmer.

Do you know him ?

Oh, I may have met him.

Oh, it's dripping on my dress.

Here's my bathing suit.

It's quite dry.

If you fasten it around your neck,

so that it hangs down your back...

...then you can spread your hair on it,

and your hair will get dry

and your dress won't get wet.

Spread my hair on it.

Take care not to pull it.

Is it well spread ?

Is it dry ?

What a comfort.

Your bathing suit on my shoulders.

Is my hair well spread ?

Oh yes, it is.

See then that ye walk circumspectly,

not as fools, but as wise,

redeeming the time because

the days are evil.

Wherefore be not unwise,

but understanding what

the will of the Lord is.

And be not drunk with wine,

wherein is excess.

But be filled with the spirit,

speaking to yourselves in psalms

and hymns and spiritual songs,

singing and making melody

in your heart to the Lord.

Giving thanks always for all things.

Let us pray.

Keep us, we beseech Thee oh Lord,

with Thy perpetual mercy.

And because the frailty of man,

without Thee, cannot but fall,

keep us ever, by Thy help,

from all things hurtful

and lead us to all things profitable

to our salvation,

through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

More sugar ?

Now, everybody, let us decide

what we are to do today.

Hugh, come sit down here.

And advise us.

Now what do you suggest ?

Well, ummm...

What's up ?

It's decent of you to trickle

along, but don't come in.

I have a headache and some spots.

Mama thinks it may be measles.

Ah, Jeez !

Seen Trimingham ?

Is he the man with the face ?

Yes. Got it in the war.

He was gored by the Boers.

Ah, Jeez !

I don't think we've been introduced.

My name is Trimingham.

How do you do, Trimingham ?

You can call me Hugh, if you like.

Or Trimingham, if you prefer.

Why not Mr. Trimingham ?

I think Trimingham is slightly more

in order, if you prefer it to Hugh.

But why not Mr. Trimingham ?

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm a viscount.

- Viscount Trimingham ?

- That's right.

Oughtn't I to call you Milord ?

No, no, Hugh will do.

Or Trimingham, if you like.

What's your name ?

Colston.

Mr. Colston ?

Oh... Leo, if you like.

I'll call you Leo, if I may.

Yes, that's quite all right.

Does Marian call you Leo ?

Oh, yes. I think she's ripping.

I'd do anything for her.

What would you do ?

Oh, anything. Anything.

Would you like to take her

a message for me ?

Oh, yes. What shall I say ?

Tell her I've got her prayer book.

She left it behind in church.

How careless. I forget everything.

Please thank him for me.

What the hell do you

think you're doing ?

I could give you the biggest thrashing

you've ever had in your life.

- My knee.

- Get up.

What are you doing here ?

Who are you anyway ?

I know you. We've met.

Met ?

At the bathing place. You were bathing.

I came with the others.

You're from the Hall.

Can you walk ?

I saw you dive.

You did it jolly well.

You were lucky.

You might have spoiled your suit.

Miss Marian gave it to me.

Miss Marian Maudsley.

Bandaging.

Is it stinging ?

Yes.

You're a Spartan.

Won't you want that ?

Oh, I've got plenty more.

Try walking.

Thank you very much, Mr. Burgess.

Is there anything I can do for you ?

Well, perhaps there is.

Could you take a message for me ?

Of course. Who to ?

How old are you ?

I shall be 13 on the 27th of this month.

Can I trust you ?

Of course you can.

There's a boy, isn't there ?

A lad of your age.

- He's in bed with measles.

- Oh, is he ?

Are you ever alone with

anybody in the house ?

Nobody talks to me much.

They're all grown up, you see.

Except Marcus.

He's in bed.

Marian talks to me. Miss Marian.

Ah, does she ?

She often talks to me.

She talks to me most.

- When her hair was wet...

- Are you ever alone with her ?

I mean just the two of you in

a room with no one else.

Well, sometimes.

Sometimes we sit together on the sofa.

On a sofa ?

Could you give her a letter ?

Without anybody else seeing.

Of course I could.

But can I trust you ?

To keep your mouth shut ?

Because, you see...

It's a secret.

All right ?

I'll trust you.

There.

- Is this his ?

- Yes.

He said he wouldn't want it back.

Shall I throw it on the rubbish dump ?

Oh, I don't know.

Perhaps I'll wash it out.

Seems a quite good handkerchief.

Wait.

He asked me to give you this.

It's a bit crumpled.

This dress is.

Now, the bandage.

You've put it on.

Oh, yes.

Now I'll put on your stocking.

- I can do that.

- No, no. I'll put it on.

You won't tell anyone about

this letter, will you ?

You wouldn't, would you ?

Of course I wouldn't.

There.

Shall you be going to Goodworth ?

I think I shall go to Goodworth.

Shall you ?

Yes.

Are you referring to Gussy Tom ?

- Gussy Tom... ?

- Hello. There's Mercury.

Why do you call him Mercury ?

'Cause he takes messages.

You took your message for me,

didn't you, old child ?

To this young lady here on

the way from church.

You didn't fetch a very warm response.

Do you know who Mercury was ?

Mercury is the smallest of the planets.

Ah, but before that he was

the messenger of the gods.

He went to and fro between them.

Do you know Ted Burgess ?

Ted Burgess ? We all know

Ted Burgess.

He's a bit of a lad, Ted Burgess.

What do you mean by a lad ? I should

have said he was a full grown man.

Enjoying yourself ?

Oh, yes thank you, sir.

Miss your mother ?

Yes, sir.

I mean, no, sir.

A little, sir.

Pretty hot today.

Is it a record ?

I shouldn't be surprised.

I'll have to look it up.

- Hot weather suit you ?

- Yes, sir.

Hi ! Mercury !

Come here. I want you.

Trying to sneak past in dead ground.

Where were you off to ?

Nowhere.

Ah, nowhere. Well, would you

like to go somewhere ?

Yes, where ?

It's up to you.

I want you to find Marian.

We need her to make a four at croquet.

No idea where she is.

Can you find her ?

- I don't know.

- Well, no one else could.

But you can.

- Will you do that ?

- Yes.

You must bring her back

dead or alive.

What are you doing here ?

- Hugh asked me to find you.

- Why ?

He wants you to play croquet.

He said I was to bring you

back dead or alive.

Well, which am I ?

I'm going to luncheon with some

neighbors tomorrow.

They're very old and mossy. I don't

suppose you want to come, do you ?

Oh, no. I can stay here.

What will you do ?

Oh, anything.

Yes, but what ?

I might go for a walk.

Where to ?

I might slide down the straw stack.

Whose ?

Farmer Burgess.

Oh, his ?

Oh well, Leo, if you go that way

perhaps you'd give him a letter for me.

I was hoping you'd say that.

- Why, because you like him ?

- Yes.

But there's another reason.

What is it ?

Because I like you.

Hello.

Tell her that's all right.

Look what you've done.

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