The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Page #2

enjoins me to go forth and be fruitful.

I'm aware of your unfortunate affiliation

with the Church of Rome.

I doubt, however,

whether that body gives...

the same interpretation

to go forth that you do.

My church understands human imperfection

and forgives it. Why can't you?

I am not interested in human imperfection.

I am interested in Beauty, in Art, in Truth.

In Art and Beauty, maybe.

In truth, no.

This is outrageous!

The truth is that you bounced

into bed with an artist...

... but you were horrified,

when you woke up with a man!

- R-Release me instantly!

- I finished your portrait,Jean.

- Come back to the studio. Come Sunday.

- I can't. I can't.

- Why not?

- I have another engagement!

- Well, break it!

- I can't possibly!

- I'm-I'm... I'm going to Cramond.

- What for?

Mr. Lowther has invited me

to his estate at Cramond.

- Lowther?

- He has a small boat.

I'm invited

to go sailing...

on Sunday.

What do you want me to do...

ravish you on the floor...

for the edification

of your girls?

- Here.

- Is this liver paste, Miss Brodie?

It is pt de foie gras.

Pt de foie gras.

Oh, it must be marvelous

to be French.

The French have

a genius for food...

but I doubt French women

will ever get the vote.

I was quite emphatic about it.

"I'll not pull my punches, Miss Mackay",

I said.

"Miss Brodie's girls are different".

- Oh, you said that?

- Oh, I said it, all right...

and I meant it.

Thank you,

Miss Lockhart.

The Brodie set, indeed.

Wee girls refusing

to wash their faces.

Oh, Miss Brodie,

they informed me...

hasn't washed her face

in 20 years.

She looks clean enough

from here.

Miss Brodie prescribes

cold cream.

She always looks

so extreme.

This is my new girl,

Mr. Lowther, Mary McGregor.

Mr. Lowther. There's a great deal

Mr. Lowther can teach you...

about the modulation

of your tones.

Oh!

Miss Brodie, I thought... that is,

I hoped there might be time...

for a wee cup of tea in the common room

before the afternoon classes.

Oh!

how nice of you

to ask me, Mr. Lowther.

Now, girls, I leave

Mary McGregor in your charge.

Thank you.

Well, Mary McGregor,

how much pocket money do you get?

O-O-One and six a week.

One and six?

Your father gives you one and six?

M-M-Mr. Ealing

gives it to me.

I don't have

a f-f-father or mother.

- Who's Mr. Ealing?

- At the b-b-bank. He's our guardian.

He takes care

of the m-m-money.

Well, I'd like to be an orphan heiress

and get my pocket money...

from bankers that

don't know any better.

Does your brother

get one and six too?

I d-d-don't know.

He's 14.

My b-b-brother

has run away...

from four schools.

Your brother sounds

like a bad lot.

So I thought that this Sunday...

I would treat myself

to one last day...

of sun and water.

I wonder, Mr. Lowther,

if you might be able to help me.

- In what way, Miss Brodie?

- Why, you might know if there's any possibility...

of my renting

a little boat at Cramond.

Oh, well, Miss Brodie,

I have a boat.

Oh, do you, Mr. Lowther?

It would give me

the greatest pleasure, uh...

I mean, i-if you would consider

coming with me.

Oh, but I couldn't

trouble you, Mr. Lowther.

Trouble? Oh, Miss Brodie,

I would have asked you before many times...

but I... I didn't want

to seem to push myself.

Please, Miss Brodie,

say you'll come with me.

Very well, Mr. Lowther.

On Sunday?

On Sunday.

After church, of course.

Oh, of course, Mr. Lowther.

Do you think Mr. Lloyd

is the crme de la crme...

or Mr. Lowther?

Neither. It's us.

"Little girls, if you will

only listen to me...

I will make of you

the crme de la crme."

My father says these are

the happiest days of our lives.

But if these are supposed

to be the happiest...

why does Miss Brodie

say prime is best?

Miss Brodie never got married

like our mothers and fathers.

- They don't have primes.

- They have sexual intercourse.

- Oh, I don't like to think about it.

- You don't have to.

It happens on

the spur of the moment.

You lead.

- How do you know?

- About what?

What you were saying... about how sexual

intercourse happens on the spur of the moment.

Because it happened to Teenie,

that works in my father's shop...

when she was out walking

at Puddocky with her boyfriend.

They had to get married.

You'd think the urge would have passed

by the time they'd got their clothes off.

Yes. That's what

I can't understand.

People take their clothes off

in front of each other.

It's so rude.

They're bound to be

put off their passion.

Do you think Miss Brodie

ever had sexual intercourse...

with Hugh of Flanders field...

before he fell?

I don't know.

I don't think

they did anything like that.

Their love

was above all that.

Well, Miss Brodie said

they clung to each other...

with passionate abandon

on his last leave.

I don't think they took

their clothes off though. Do you?

No. I can't see it.

Observe, little girls,

the castle.

It is built on a rock

of volcanic plug.

It was through

one of yon windows...

that Mary, Queen of Scots

lowered her infant son...

straight down 187 feet

in a basket in a high wind.

Mary McGregor, will you please

do up your shoelace?

Oh. Observe the litter.

In Italy, Mussolini has put an end

to litter in the streets.

Do any of you little girls remember what

the followers of Mussolini are called?

- Fascisti.

- That is correct. F-A-S-C-I-S-T-I.

Fascisti.

And Mussolini is called?

- "Dukee".

- II Duce. That is to say, the leader.

II Duce.

We move on.

Ah.

Straighten your shoulders,

Mary McGregor.

All you girls must learn to

walk with your heads up, up...

like Sybil Thorndike,

a woman of noble mean.

In the Kirk

of the Greyfriars...

on the 20th day

of February, 1638...

the people of Scotland

pledged themselves...

to the Presbyterian faith.

Many of them used their own blood

to sign the covenant.

- Ew.

- This part of Edinburgh is very rich in history.

It is very romantic.

So you see, little girls,

you must always remember...

you are citizens of Edinburgh,

city of Hume and Boswell.

You are Europeans,

not dowdy provincials.

- Sandy, what on earth are you doing?

- Walking like Sybil Thorndike.

You know, one day, Sandy,

one day you will go too far.

- Hello.

- Oh, Mr. Lloyd.

Girls, you know Mr. Lloyd, the art master

from the senior school.

- Yes.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Lloyd.

- Good afternoon, girls.

- Mr. Lloyd has his studio somewhere in this neighborhood.

Number six... fourth floor, front.

The door's always open.

I've been giving my girls an outing.

We've been to the gallery.

I've been telling them

the story of Gauguin.

Ah, the dangerous Miss Brodie.

By whom, pray,

am I considered to be dangerous?

It is the consensus.

Your girls are said to be vastly informed...

in subjects irrelevant

to the accepted curriculum.

Most heinous of all,

you are said to inculcate no team spirit.

Is that true, girls?

Does Miss Brodie incite you

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