The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Page #3

to shirk your duties on the hockey field?

Phrases like the "team spirit" are always

employed to cut across individualism.

Cleopatra knew nothing of the team spirit,

if you read your Shakespeare.

And where would the team spirit

have got Anna Pavlova?

She is the prima ballerina.

It is the corps de ballet

that had the team spirit.

Oh, Miss Brodie,

you are dangerous.

Mm-hmm. Yes.

We must away and catch our tram.

I doubt we will get seats.

It is 1932, and chivalry is dead.

Miss Brodie?

I do want you to come and see

the picture, the one I told you about.

What about

next weekend?

- No. I'm afraid I'm going...

- Going to Cramond?

Why, yes. My girls and I spend nearly

every weekend at Cramond.

Mr. Lowther

is most hospitable.

Good afternoon,

Mr. Lloyd.

Come along, girls.

Got it!

There we are.

- Oh, there's some nice ones up here.

- No. Get one.

- I'm watching. It's all right.

- Watch out.

Thank you.

Crepe de Chine.

Miss Brodie's legs

are longer than Mr. Lowther's.

She'd have to

wrap hers around his.

First he puts out

the light.

Then their toes touch.

Then...

"Miss Brodie, Miss Brodie".

Miss Brodie says,

"Darling".

- She says...

- "Mr. Lowther...

you are

the crme de la crme".

We will have to watch

Miss Brodie's stomach.

It is the curve

I am attempting to introduce you to.

The curve here

in this drape...

and here,

and here in the arm.

The curve flows through

a painting like a river.

It is sinuous, sensuous...

epitomizing everything

that is female.

The curve is

a beckoning line...

here, and here.

And here,

in the breast.

And the belly!

And the buttocks!

Shut up!

Go on.

Get along with you.

Go to your sewing classes and your

singing lessons. It's all you deserve.

"They flee from me...

who once did seek me out".

I miss you,Jean.

Shall I beg you?

Please, come back.

You have a family.

I am a teacher.

I had a family last June.

You were a teacher last June.

My God. I wish I had a pound note

for every time I've heard you say...

"I am a teacher. I am a teacher.

First, last and always".

What a firm reminder

your postcard was.

A postcard

from romantic Italy.

The incomparable

Giotto frescoes...

How triumphantly his figures vibrate

with life. Yours truly, J. Brodie".

A postcard from my passionate,

abandoned inamorata.

That night

at the studio...

that one night

at the studio...

I was pleased to feel it was I

who enjoyed the tutorial position.

Come back,Jean.

I need you.

M-M-M...

Mary McGregor!

Mary McGregor, do you know

what happened to Peeping Tom?

His eyes were shriveled

into darkness in his head...

and dropped before him!

Poor old Tom.

Don't worry, Jean. You've got your girls

well trained. You're safe from that quarter.

It's me you've got

to worry about.

Come to the studio.

Come to pose again.

- Only to pose.

- You should paint one of my girls.

- Jenny is the pretty one.

- Hang your girls. It's you I want to paint.

I will not come

to the studio.

Then to hell with you!

Teddy, you know,

you really should paintJenny.

You'd likeJenny.

She has a profile...

of deceptive purity.

What's the matter with you, Mary?

What's happened to you?

Your face is all funny.

N-No, it's not.

Yes, it is, Mary.

Very funny.

So is your voice.

Well, well.

Miss Brodie's brood, I presume.

Yes, Mr. Lloyd.

- Would you like a rosebud?

- A what?

It's the favorite sweet

of little Princess Margaret Rose.

Unmistakably Brodie.

And you, I suppose,

are the pretty one.

Good afternoon, girls.

Mary, you're definitely

upset about something.

- N-No.

- Tell! Tell, or I'll pinch you.

- Tell.

- No, I w-won't tell.

I love Miss Brodie,

and I won't t-tell.

What about Miss Brodie?

Tell, or we'll take you

into the locker room...

- and hang you over the banisters.

- You wouldn't d-dare.

- Tell!

- It's n-none of your b-b-business!

Ow! Ow!

No! Stop!

Get your hands off of me! Help!

- Let go of me!

- Aaah! No!

If you scream again...

we'll drop you squoosh

on your silly head.

Mary, dear, if something's happened

with Miss Brodie, you should tell me.

- What have you done?

- She was s-so angry!

Well, you know

how you are, Mary.

- What have you done now?

- Nothing.

I j-j-just went in.

- In where?

- The classroom!

So?

There they were!

- There who were?

- Oh, Mr. Lowther.!

Miss Brodie

and Mr. Lowther.!

No! M-M-Mr. Lloyd!

They were kissing!

Kissing?

I saw them k-k-kissing...

together.

- He had his arms around her.

- Mr. Lloyd!

Mr. Lloyd! Mr. Lloyd's

in love with Miss Brodie!

And she's in I-love

with M-Mr. Lloyd.

You should have

s-seen them.

But what about

Mr. Lowther then?

Mr. Lloyd is an artist.

And Miss Brodie's artistic too.

Miss Brodie's really in love with

Mr. Lloyd, but he's married to another...

so she's working it off

on Mr. Lowther.

- Oh.

- Let's go home.

Listen, Mary.

Was it a long,

lingering kiss?

I shouldn't have

t-told you.

But since you did,

was it a long, lingering kiss?

- Yes.

- I see.

- Didn't they hear you?

- I d-don't think so.

They jumped apart though.

You mean,

they sensed your presence?

I d-d-don't know.

Was it like this...

That's it! That's it!

It's nearly 5:
00. Time you girls were away.

What were you doing, Sandy?

- Just playacting, Miss Mackay.

- Playacting at what?

- Opera.

- Opera?

Yes, Miss Mackay.

We've been studying Traviata.

Sandy, show me

what you were doing.

Go on. Show me.

That's enough, Sandy.

She was doing Violetta

expiring for love of Alfredo.

- It's very sad.

- Oh, nonsense.

Violetta did not expire

for love of Alfredo.

Violetta was a thoroughly silly woman

with diseased lungs.

If she'd been properly

brought up...

she'd have been out on the hockey field,

breathing deeply.

Which is precisely what

you little girls should be doing.

Traviata is not

on the Marcia Blaine curriculum.

But Miss Brodie and Mr. Lowther

took us to see Traviata...

when the Carl Rosa Company

came to Edinburgh.

Miss Brodie and Mr. Lowther

took you to the opera?

Mr. Lowther's jolly nice.

We go to visit him at Cramond too.

When Miss Brodie goes...

on weekends.

How very nice

of Mr. Lowther...

and Miss Brodie.

I hope you're appreciative.

My, my. Miss Brodie's very musical,

I believe...

theaters, concerts

and the opera.

Miss Brodie

is very musical.

I think Miss Brodie's

more interested in art, Miss Mackay.

Now, what makes you think

Miss Brodie prefers art to music, Sandy?

She told us so.

Music is an interest to her,

but painting is a passion.

Miss Brodie said.

- A passion?

- Compared to music.

Well, Mary...

I'm sure you're too young

to have passions.

- What are your cultural interests?

- Stories.

Does Miss Brodie

tell you stories?

Oh, yes.

L-L-Love...

Lovely stories.

- Stories like Traviata?

- Stories of history.

- History.

- She makes history seem like the cinema.

- No. Not the cinema. More like Shakespeare.

- Shakespeare.

Indeed.

My, what would we do

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