The Go-Between Page #3
- GP
- Year:
- 1971
- 116 min
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Tell her that's no go.
You may now enter boldly.
My disease has fled.
But you don't look better.
Of course I'm better. I shall
be down this afternoon.
You can bore me with your life story.
Marian, Marcus is better. He...
Ah, a conspiracy. A love scene.
May I seize you from
Is "seize" an appropriate word ?
"Gather", then.
May I gather you from
Do you mind if I'm gathered, Leo ?
Oh, no.
Not at all.
Hello.
How's the postman ?
Very well, thank you.
Brought anything for me ?
I'm afraid I shan't be able to
bring you any more letters.
Why not ?
Marcus has got over his measles.
You said he wasn't to know.
If he came here with me.
Then he would know.
Have you told Miss Marian this ?
No.
She won't know what to do.
Nor shall I.
What did you do before I came ?
Well, it wasn't so easy then.
She likes you, doesn't she ?
You want her to like you, don't you ?
You wouldn't want her
to stop liking you.
No, you wouldn't.
She won't be the same to you
if you don't take her letters.
That's the truth.
They're not just ordinary letters.
She'll miss them.
So shall I.
She'll cry perhaps.
Do you want her to cry ?
It's not hard to make her cry.
She used to cry before
you came along.
Did you make her cry ?
She cried when she couldn't see me.
How do you know ?
Because she cried when she did see me.
I've been busy. Smiler's
going to have a foal.
She's ill.
Why does she have it then,
if it makes her ill ?
She hadn't much choice.
What made her have one ?
- What ?
- What made her have one ?
Between you and me...
She did a bit of spooning.
Spooning ? I didn't know
horses could spoon.
That'a a silly word, really.
What's it mean ?
You seem to know
something about it.
I don't know anything about it.
That's the point.
It's all this kissing, isn't it ?
That's what it is.
I've seen it on postcards
on the seaside.
You can't tell me horses do that.
No. Horses don't do that.
Well, what do they do ?
What does anyone do ?
There's more to it than
just kissing. I know that.
But what ?
You'll find out.
Without ever spooning with them ?
Spooning is a silly word.
Well, whatever the word is.
You could.
But it wouldn't be a very
lover-like thing to do.
Lover-like ?
- That's enough questions anyway.
- But you haven't told me anything.
All right. Let's make a bargain.
I tell you all about it...
on the condition that you
go on being our postman.
Why did you say I couldn't
wear my cap ?
Because it's a school cap.
If it was an England cap, or
a county cap, or club cap...
then, of course, you could wear it.
But to wear a school cap in a private
match simply isn't done.
Stump pump.
- This is Charles Weston. Mr. Crick.
- How do you do ?
- Mr. Page, Mr. Bush. Mr. Burgess.
- How do you do ?
And this is our twelfth man,
Mr. Colston.
Mr. Page, Mr. Bush, Mr. Burgess.
Oh, we know each other, milord,
Mr. Colston and me.
my straw stack.
Of course. He's told us all about it.
Are you a good batman ?
Oh, no, not me. I'm not much
of a cricketer, really.
He can be very dangerous in the open.
- We've got to get him out quickly.
- I'm not a cricketer.
- I just hit.
- Well, we're going to get you out...
before you get the chance.
The burrough's all here.
I haven't seen him for years.
He's on the top. He's batting.
- Good luck.
- Thanks, Leo.
Wasn't he fine ? Such
command and elegance.
Good ol' boy. Good ol' boy.
We're in trouble. There's
only me to come.
I mean, that's only good,
quite frankly.
Come on.
That's me. It's absolutely up to me.
But he's not young. I mustn't tire him.
- Yes !
- No !
- Run !
- No !
Why does he keep saying no ?
He wants to save my father's
strength.
Which is a little unnecessary,
I think.
- No !
- Go on !
- Beautifully played, sir.
- Thank you very much.
Now, what are we going
to do about you ?
Oh, I shan't give you much trouble.
We'd better get Burgess
out whatever we do.
Trimingham is far too cunning for him.
Burgess has no sense of culture
or discipline.
- Mrs. Maudsley, are you all right ?
- Oh, yes. Perfectly all right.
- That was a close shave.
- What a shock !
He's terribly savage.
Where's our twelfth man ?
Are you all right, Marian ?
Yes, mama, thank you.
- The ball didn't hurt you ?
- It didn't touch me, mama.
Magnificent catch !
I didn't mean to catch you out.
With a damned good catch.
out by our postman.
- Well played, Ted.
- Yes.
Good ol' Ted !
And last but not least,
except in stature...
...our young David, who slew the Goliath
of Blackfarm, if I may so describe it.
Not with a sling but with a catch.
And now I believe it is time
for the music.
Who, I wonder, will be prepared
to give us the first song ?
Ted's the one. He's the beginner
and he's the best shot with a gun.
Come on, Ted.
I can't see the piano player.
There is no piano player.
He's got a player-finger disease.
Come on, Ted. Don't be shy.
You don't need no music.
- Give us a song.
- Come on Ted.
Take your collar off first,
Come on Ted.
Come on, be a gentleman.
You just act like one.
Take a Pair of Sparkling Eyes.
What'd you say ? Speak up !
Take a Pair of Sparkling Eyes.
Take a pair of sparkling eyes
Hidden ever and anon
in a merciful eclipse.
Do not heed their mild surprise
Having passed the Rubicon
Take a pair of rosy lips
Such as admiration whets
Be particular in this
Fringed with dainty fingerettes
Press it, press it in parenthesis
Ah, take all these you lucky man
Take and keep them if
you can, if you can
Take all these, you lucky man
Take and keep them if you can.
If you can.
Take my counsel, happy man
Act upon it if you can,
if you can, if you can.
Act upon it if you can
Happy man, if you can.
Well, Leo, what's it to be ?
I can sing Angels Ever Bright and Fair.
But it's a sacred song.
All right.
Angels ever bright and fair
Take, oh, take me to your care.
Speed to your own courts my flight
Clad in robes of virgin white.
goodbye to the village for a year.
Did you notice the stink in that hall ?
No.
What a whiff.
I suppose you were too busy wooing,
and rolling your eyes and
sucking up the applause.
Still, it takes two. I must admit
you didn't do too badly.
- Oh, thank you.
- Except that it was rather horrific...
...to see your slimy serpent's tongue
stuck to the roof of your mouth.
And your face like a sick cow.
You poofey !
Nanny's bed wetter !
Hey, I'll tell you a secret.
What ?
Marian's engaged to marry Trimingham.
It could be announced after the ball.
Are you glad ?
Yes, I am.
I'm sure I am.
Are you going out ?
Yes. Shall we ?
I'm afraid I can't.
Why not ? Sorer ?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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