Where Angels Fear to Tread Page #6

is that all you're after?

Yes. What else is there? Miss

Abbott you can't expect...

...me to follow you through every turn.

I don't. But I do expect you to suffer

what is right and to follow it.

Do you want the child to stop with...

...its father, who loves him,

but who'll bring him up badly?

Or do you want him to come to Sawston,

where no one loves him,

to be brought up well?

There. That is the question put

dispassionately enough, even for you.

Settle it, settle which side you'll fight on.

But don't go on talking about

an 'honourable failure',

which simply means not thinking

and not acting at all..

You're wonderful.

- When you appreciate me I wish you didn't.

You see the good in all of us,

and all the time you are

dead. Dead, dead, dead.

Why aren't you angry?

I can't stand by to see you wasted.

Do not worry about me, Miss Abbott.

Some people are born not to do things,

and I am one of them.

Youl'd be surprised to know

what my great events are.

Going to the theater yesterday,

talking with you now.

I don't think I shall ever

meet anything greater.

I seem fated to pass through this life life..

without collidiing with it or moving it.

I don't die. Don't fall in love.

And if other people die or fall in love

they always do it when I am not there.

I wish something would happen to you.

I do so wish something

important would happen to you.

Traitor, coward.

- Harriet, I...

Stop it now, it's too hot. We have been...

...talking and interrogating

each other all morning.

I have another meeting this

afternoon at the Caffe Garibaldi,

so please,

If you can't be civil, let's have silence.

I will retire

and prepare myself for the journey.

Please remind Signor Carella that...

...the baby is to be here by

half past eight this evening.

Certainly, Harriet, I'll make

a point of reminding him..

And order a carriage to take

us to the evening train.

Would you order a carriage for me too.

- Are you going as well?

Yes, of course. -I'll

order two carriages then.

Harriet, do hurry,

Otherwise, we will never be ready.

What's the matter?

- You ought never to see him again.

You should bundle Harriet into the

carriage now and drive straight away.

What difference does it make? It will

all turn out the same in the end.

Gino will keep his baby,

and we will descend empty

handed onto the plains.

Perhaps it would be finer

if I made up my mind now,

but I'm not a fine person. I

think you know what I mean.

You're absolutely right. This whole

thing is being managed by the ladies.

Ladies....

Yes, yes. Thank you.

Caffe Garibaldi?

Quiet.

One.

I did my best. I can

face my motherwith a good conscience.

Can you confirm I did my best?

All three of you are leaving in the evening?

- Yes.

Are you coming back?

Of course.

I can't find Harriet anywhere.

It's raining,

so I delayed having your luggage loaded.

Farewell.

- Grazie.

You ought to go on ahead, I think.

- Yes, of course.

It's finished at last. Another scene

in my pageant is over.

Yes, goodbye.

It has been a great pleasure seeing you.

I hope it isn't over.

Are you despondent, you return victorious.

Yeah, I suppose I do.

Harriet?

'Blessed be the Lord, my God,

He teacheth my hands to war,

and my fingers to fight.'

Baggage. - Mr. Herriton?

A message to you.

'Start at once. Meet me

outside the gate. Harriet.'

'Pay the bearer.' Who brought this?

- Outside.

Who gave signora message?

Who gave you the letter and where?

He's a poor fool.

I need to know where my sister is.

How he met her?

Signora waiting at Siena wall.

- Siena wall? Then I head there.

Thanks for everything, signora.

- See you next year. Good trip.

You give too much.

- Oh God....

Andiamo avanti.

Harriet? Harriet.

Harriet.

Why didn't you answer? What is it?

- Shut up.

Move, quickly, so we do not miss the train.

What is that. Good God. How did you...

- Be quiet, he's sleeping. - Oh my God.

How did you manage it?

What did you pay for it?

Be quiet.

Philip, move.

Andiamo.

He's awake.

- Hello, little boy. You go to sleep now.

Look at his face. Is his face too long?

Don't be silly, you can't

see him in this light.

He's crying.

- Nonsense. You'ld hear if he was crying.

He's crying harder, I'm sure now.

You did not hold him the

wrong way or anything?

Why don't you get Perfetta to

bring him back to the station?

Quiet. The baby's trying to sleep.

Do you have matches?

We can look at the babies' head.

Why don't we borrow the

lantern from the driver.

No. I don't want all that trouble. Try again.

Stop.

Stop....

The baby, the baby.... I dropped it.

It fell out of my arms.

I stole it, I stole it.... I'm sorry.

It slipped out of my arms.

- Do not step around. We'll find it.

There was nobody there.

We'll find it.

The baby.

The baby.

- We will find it.

Oh my God. The baby.

The baby...

Oh, for the love of God....

- Where are you?

Where are you?. I'm here.

Come in, come in. Sit down.

What terrible weather.

I'm going to fetch milk for the baby.

- Gino...

I'll look for him.

Filippo. Filippo....

So you're back. That's so nice.

We're all waiting for you at the caffe.

My sister is ill.

Miss Abbott's not to blame, so I...

...Would be happy if

you do not disturb them.

It was through me it happened.

I was cowardly and idle.

Calm down. He is not here.

Gino.

You can do what you like

with me, it doesn't matter..

He's dead. He died in my arms. No excuse

no, but he died in my arms.

You can do what you like, but think first.

Your son is dead, Gino. He's dead.

Your son is dead.

What is the good of another death?

What is the good of more pain?

Go to him.

Pick him up.

Be gentle with him.

Please, no.

I cannot forgive him.

- This thing stops here.

There's to be no revenge.

You're not to fight with

each other any more.

Fresh milk, white as snow.

- Set it on the table.

It is not needed any more.

The milk needn't be wasted.

Take it, Signor Carella.

And tell Mr. Herriton to drink it.

Is there any left?

- A little.

Well, finish it.

Would you have some?

- Finish it all.

Have you had enough?

- Yes, thank you, yes.

It does nothing.

It will never be wanted again.

Scusa.

Ask someone to collect the bags.

- Of course, signor.

Signorina Abbott's bags too.

- Yes. -Excellent.

It's from Gino.

He says he has to marry her, the fiance.

Its gone too far to back

out now would be expensive.

I do not know how much he minds.

Not as much as we suppose, I think.

I do not think he even feels angry anymore.

I've never been so completely forgiven.

He nursed me, He lied for me at

the inquest and at the funeral...

When will you see him again?

- I hope next spring,.

Perhaps we shall paint the town

red with his wife's money.

He has no heart.

He does not really mind

about the child at all.

What is this? - I don't know.

You're wrong about Gino.

He's as unhappy as we are,

but he just doesn't try to

keep up appearances as we do.

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