The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Page #5

Oh, droppe

the brynie tear with me.

De da de da de da de da

and like a running river be".

Now, Mr. Lowther, you must

cooperate with the fattening project.

It will enrich your voice.

Caruso had the appetite of a giant.

What good care you take of me.

La, la, la, la, la-la

La, la, la, la la-la

I was noticed at the theater.

I was noticed and reported

to Mr. Gaunt.

Mr. Gaunt?

Oh, that deacon at Cramond.

Whatever for?

Well, he considered

Hedda Gabler...

Well, he said

that the choirmaster of his church...

had no business attending that sort of thing

with an unmarried lady and children.

O-Oh, I defended myself...

fiercely.

Girls, as you hear,

there's now been an attempt...

to persecute Mr. Lowther

on our account.

One must never succumb

to provincial ignorance.

Mr. Lowther did not...

nor shall anyone

under my tutelage.

Now, eat up, Mr. Lowther.

What is it, Sandy?

Miss Mackay is watching us

from her window.

Oh, indeed.

I wonder how many more picnics

we will be allowed...

before Miss Mackay thinks

fit to patrol the grounds.

It is Miss Mackay's hope to harass me...

into leaving Marcia Blaine.

Miss Gaunt

and certain teachers...

have taken to bidding me good morning

with predestination in their smiles.

Do you really think

Miss Mackay wants to drive you away?

It doesn't signify

what Miss Mackay wants.

Here I am, and here I stay.

I would not leave you girls for the Lord...

Lyon, king of arms.

Not even he! I shall remain

in this education factory...

where my duty lies.

If they want to get rid of me,

they'll have to...

...assassinate me!

Now, eat up, Mr. Lowther.

Cooperation is the keynote. Now,Jenny,

do us a cartwheel for comic relief.

- Oh! Wonderful!

- Bravo. Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo! Oh.

- Oh.

- These are my girls, Mr. Lowther.

Forsooth, they are Brodie girls.

Monica...

Monica is histrionic.

She will perform

in plays...

or perhaps write them.

Mary...

our Mary is alone

in this world.

Her needs are great,

but she has me.

Mary will stop stuttering.

She will brisk up.

Mary McGregor will

distinguish herself for me.

I have no doubt.

Then there is Jenny.

Sometimes I feel there is

a spiritual bond...

between Jenny and me.

I don't expectJenny feels this yet,

but someday she will.

And Sandy...

... Sandy is...

- ... Sandy is dependable.

- Oh, Sandy.

Sandy is very dependable.

Now, Monica,

recite for us, please.

What shall I recite,

Miss Brodie?

Something...

Something of magic.

"There she weaves

by night and day...

a magic web

with colors gay.

She has heard

a whisper say...

a curse is on her

if she stay...

to look down

on Camelot.

She knows not what

the curse may be".

Mr. Lowther,

the Philistines are upon us.

She knows not what

the curse may be...

and so she

weaveth steadily...

and little

other care hath she...

the Lady

of Shalott.

But in her web,

she still delights...

to weave the mirror's

magic sights...

for often through

the silent nights...

a funeral with plumes

and lights and music...

went to Camelot...

or when the moon

was overhead...

came two young lovers

lately wed.

I am half sick

of shadows,

said the Lady

of Shalott.

The Lady of Shalott.

I think perhaps someday...

Jenny will catch the eye

of an artist.

Jenny will be

painted many times.

In years to come...

I think thatJenny

will be famous...

for...

sex.

Well, Monica,

what do you think of it?

It makes her look

very... mature.

I am very mature.

We're all mature.

Some people at the school

think you're too mature.

Everyone's jealous.

They know the Brodie set

has more fun than anyone else.

We go places, and we do things.

And now you've taken to

hanging around an artist's studio.

- Very glamorous.

- Miss Brodie's g-g-glamorous, don't you think?

Mr. Lowther thinks she is.

Sandy's awfully late.

Do you think she's coming?

Three years of Cramond

and Mr. Lowther.

- What stamina.

- There's always lovely food at Cramond.

Lasagna verde.

Sweetbreads la Milanese.

"Harlot" russe.

Charlotte russe.

Miss Brodie takes good care

of Mr. Lowther.

- What does Mr. Lowther do for Miss Brodie?

- He sings to her.

Put that wet thing

over there.

Mary, for the third time

this afternoon...

- will you get out of the way?

- Sorry.

Mary McGregor.

Well, Mary, what's new on the Rialto?

What's new with your brother?

How's he progressing

up at Oxford?

His t-t-tutor

caught fire.

Caught fire?

His tutor?

- Well, how? From what?

- From my brother.

Your brother set fire

to the tutor?

Your brother should be put

in a house of correction.

It makes me look

very mature.

It makes you look

like Miss Brodie.

All the sketches ofJenny do too.

They all look like Miss Brodie.

- I think they do.

- Ew.!

I painted that chap

in my student days.

It's what's called

a "life study".

I had a difficult time

with the pectoral muscles.

Pectoral?

- Chest.

- Oh.

- Oh, Monica!

- What?

Miss Brodie says that anyone

of a cultured home and heritage...

- makes no fuss about the human body.

- Who's making any fuss?

- You are.

- I have as much heritage as you do any day.

I think that's enough

for today.

If I keep on,

I shall ruin the mouth...

and that would

be a pity.

- What do you think?

- Well, uh, I think that it's...

- It's...

- Miss Brodie says thatJenny will be painted many times.

- And what does she say about you?

- That I am dependable.

When should I come back?

Whenever you have time.

Come next Saturday.

- All right. Come on, Sandy. I'm starving.

- I can't come with you.

- I've got to meet my mother.

- Oh, your eternal mother!

- Good-bye, girls.

- Bye, Mr. Lloyd.

- My feet are wet.

- Take your shoes off then, silly.

Dry them

by the stove.

I'll make some tea.

- Aren't there any more biscuits?

- No, that's the lot.

I'm not up to

Cramond standards, I fear.

Lasagna verde,

"harlot" russe.

A wonder all that rich food

doesn't give old Lowther a stoppage.

He eats his greens.

Do you paint portraits

of your own children too?

Is that your wife?

That's my wife.

Her name is Deirdre.

Is she in her prime?

Perhaps

not quite yet.

One day, I'd like to paint

all you Brodie girls.

It'd be interesting to see what sort

of group I can make of you.

We'd all look like

one great big Brodie I suppose.

You're a clever little cat,

aren't you?

That will teach you to look

at an artist like that.

Don't you want

the rest of your things?

Can't have you running through

the streets like a wee whore.

Oh, there's Sandy!

Sandy!

Sandy.!

Sandy, dear.!

Hello, Miss Brodie,

Mr. Lowther.

Whatever are you

doing in this neighborhood?

Mr. Lowther and I have been shopping

for tomorrow's lunch.

Thank goodness we can still have

our Sunday lunch at Cramond.

I can't tell you how much I miss

having you girls in my class this year.

We miss you too,

Miss Brodie.

Tomorrow, I must tell you girls

of a new plot Miss Mackay has...

to force me to apply for a post at a

progressive...that is to say a crank... school.

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