The Go-Between Page #5

Yes, she is very beautiful.

- She's going to London tomorrow.

- What for ?

Firstly, to buy a dress for

the ball, you oaf.

The engagement ball, you oaf.

And then, to get something

for you.

What do you mean ?

A birthday present, frog's ball.

Now, shall I tell you what it is ?

Or shall I not ?

Do you know what it is ?

Yes. But I don't tell little boys.

Well, you won't tell anyone

I told you.

I swear.

- It's a bicycle.

- What ?

And you know what color it is ?

It's green. Green,

you imbecile.

Bright green.

And you know why ? Because you

are green yourself.

It's your true color. Marian said so.

Green. Green. Green.

Did she say that ?

But of course. Green.

Green. Green.

Do you know where Marian

is at this moment ?

- No. Do you ?

- Yes.

- Where ?

- I don't tell little boys.

Little boy. Little boy.

Little boy.

Do you really know where she is ?

Aha !

Dear Leo,

I think it would be ungrateful

to Mrs. Maudsley,

after all her kindness to you,

if you were to leave so suddenly.

The ten days will soon pass,

my darling,

and then you'll be home.

We can't expect to be happy

all the time, can we ?

Die. Die, all evil.

Delenda est belladonna.

Delenda. Delenda. Delenda.

Delenda est belladonna.

And now...

today is Leo's day.

You've opened your presents.

At seven o'clock you'll

cut your birthday cake,

and receive a rather special

present, so I believe.

Now, how would you like

to spend the day ?

Unfortunately the weather's

changed.

But if it clears, perhaps you'd

like to go for a drive

to Beeston Castle after luncheon.

You haven't seen it, have you ?

That would be very nice.

Well, we shall do that.

If the weather clears, we shall

decide at luncheon.

What if the weather doesn't clear ?

Well, then we shall have

to think again.

We shall make our decision

at luncheon.

- Don't you think Huge ?

- Quite a fair plan, I should say.

But it may not clear.

I think it will.

The rain seems to have stopped.

For the moment, anyway.

It seems that all will be well

for Leo's birthday.

Hi, Leo.

Come with me and tell me what

the weather means to do.

Do you think the summer's over ?

It's one of the hottest summer's

on record, Marian.

Of course it isn't over.

- Tell me, would you like to walk ?

- Oh, yes.

Where shall we walk ?

I can't, I'm afraid. You see,

it's this kind of walk.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yes.

Marian. Leo.

What are you fighting about ?

Oh, I was just teaching

him a lesson.

Was that the bone of contention ?

Yes, it was, mama.

I wanted him to take this note

to nanny Robsy.

To tell her that I'm going to see

her this afternoon, some time.

And would you believe it ?

Leo didn't want to.

He pretended he had something

on with Marcus.

- But I...

- Yes you did.

Well, I shouldn't really worry,

Marian.

You say she often doesn't remember

whether you've been or not.

She is growing old, poor

nanny Robinson.

I think it's about time that Leo

and I took a walk in the garden.

Come on, Leo.

I don't believe you've seen

the garden properly, have you ?

You can spare Leo now,

can't you Marian ?

Oh, yes.

- Would you like Marcus to come with us.

- Oh, no.

Marcus isn't interested in flowers.

But you are, aren't you ?

Yes, I am.

Well now, here's the garden.

The rain has certainly stopped.

What kind of flowers truly

interest you ?

Poisonous ones, really.

I don't think you'll find many of those.

But there is one in the out...

In the what ?

Well, I've seen...

What have you seen, Leo ?

Well, there is a deadly nightshade

in one of the outhouses.

Oh, you mean where the old

garden used to be.

Yes, somewhere there.

Do you often go to the outhouses ?

Oh, no. Not often.

These always remind me

of Marian.

How sweet of you to say you'd take

her note to nanny Robinson.

Does she often send

you with messages ?

Oh, no. Just once or twice.

It sort of worries me that I stopped

you from going just now.

Perhaps you'd like to go.

You know the way, don't you ?

Well, not quite.

- But I can ask.

- You don't know the way ?

But I thought you had taken

messages there before.

Yes.

Well, yes, I have.

But you don't know the way.

I think perhaps the note

should be delivered.

You have it in your pocket,

haven't you ?

I'll call one of the gardeners

and ask him to take it.

Oh, no, really ! It isn't really that

important. Please don't bother.

It is important in a way, you see.

Stanton. Could you come

here a minute ?

We have a note here for

Miss Robinson.

Rather urgent.

Would you mind taking it ?

Yes, Mam.

I've... lost it... I haven't got it.

It must have fallen out

of my pocket.

Feel again.

I must have dropped it.

Very well, Stanton.

Take your hands out

of your pockets.

Has no one ever told you not to stand

with your hands in your pockets ?

I could ask you to turn

your pockets out.

But I won't do that.

I'll just ask you one question.

You say you've taken messages

for Marian before.

- Well, I...

- I think you said so.

If you don't take them to

Nanny Robinson,

to whom do you take them ?

So you met my grandson.

Yes, I did.

Does he remind you of anyone ?

Of course.

Ted Burgess.

That's it. That's it.

He does.

It must be a comfort to you

to have him near you.

Yes,

but he doesn't come to see

me very much.

I think he has a grudge

against me.

Oh, surely not.

They tell me he wants

to marry a girl.

A nice girl.

But he won't ask her.

He feels... I think he feels...

he's under some sort of spell

or curse, you see.

That's just plain silly.

Now, this is where you come in.

- I ?

- Yes, you.

You know the facts. You know

what really happened.

Tell him.

Tell him everything,

just as it was.

Every man should get married.

You ought to have married.

You're all dried up inside,

I can tell that.

Don't you feel any need of love ?

Speak to him.

Tell him there's no spell or curse,

except an unloving heart.

Tell him that.

We're watching the lightning,

mama.

Rather good luck we didn't

set out to Beeston Castle.

Yes, it would have been rather

a damp expedition.

Sit here, please, Leo dear.

You see, I don't like number

thirteen.

Isn't it silly of me ?

So we put twelve candles

round the big cake

and then when they're blown

out, you shall light that one,

and blow that one out.

- When will that be ?

- When Marian comes.

She has a rather special

present for you.

She wants to give it to you herself.

Naturally.

And let's all sit down.

Marian should be back by six

o'clock... from nanny Robinson.

I haven't seen nanny Robinson

for years.

- How is she ?

- Remarkably well.

Isn't it time that Leo

cut the cake ?

Yes, if he can do it.

That's unkind of you.

Of course he can do it.

He's a man of great capabilities.

Considerable. And well loved.

Didn't you know he was

Marian's cavalier ?

Bravo ! Bravo !

Leave a piece for Marian.

She ought to be here now.

It's still raining.

We'd better send a carriage

down to fetch her.

Why didn't we think of it before ?

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