Withnail & I Page #7
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- 1987
- 107 min
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- I give you my word.
- We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning.
- Tomorrow? What about tonight?
- He's not gonna try anything.
- Of course he is!
- He means business.
- Anyway, he sent me out to tell you coffee's ready.
I couldn't drink it. I've got
a cramp in the mouth from grinning.
- Well, stop smiling at him.
- I can't help it.
I'm so uptight with him,
I can't stop myself.
"Laisse-moir respirir,
longtemps longtemps
L 'odeur de tes cheveux. "
Ah, Baudelaire.
Brings back such memories
of Oxford!
Oh, Oxford!
Followed by yet another
anecdote about his sensitive crimes...
in a punt with a chap
called Norman...
who had red hair
and a book of poetry...
stained with the butter drips
from crumpets.
I often wonder
where Norman is now.
Probably wintering
with his mother in Guildford.
A cat and rain.
Vim under the sink.
And both bars on.
But old now... old.
There can be no true beauty
without decay.
"A requiem for England. "
- How right you are. How right you are.
We live in a kingdom of rains...
Come on, lads. Let's get home.
The sky is beginning to bruise.
Night must fall,
and we shall be forced to camp.
He's not in my room, all right?
That's the condition, all right?
- All right.
- I want the room with the lock. Agree to that, or I'm off.
All right. All right.
Good ol'Jake, eh?
I told you. He's back.
And that's precisely the reason
I'm off to London.
Let's all have a good laugh,
eh, Withnail?
Good ol'Jake is back.
He's going away.
He's leaving.
Come on. Let's pack up and get out
of here before it gets dark.
"Here hare, here. "
"Here hare, here. "
Good ol'Jake.
Ace bets.
Ace bets two and it's over to you.
Your two and up two.
- Mmm.
- So that's four?
That's four.
- Four.
- This is for the raise. We'll see the two.
Now, last card up.
"Looking a bit lonely, isn't he?"
" He needs a queen
to come to the rescue. "
And... oh!
There she is.
Oh!
Well, it's the two queens
to beat.
Another hand?
I think we'd better
get him to bed.
No, no. He's down here.
You're in my room,
I'm in his room and he's down here.
I wouldn't dream of depriving the dear fellow
of his bed, especially in that condition.
- But it's agreed. It's what he wants.
- No, I don't.
I wanna get to bed.
All right then, lovey.
Let's get you to bed.
Early night will do us both good.
- Night-night, then, Monty.
- I want to be alone!
I wanna be alone.
I think he'd better
sleep alone tonight.
- He doesn't want to sleep with you.
- Right.
Well, you're in there,
and I'll take these
and I'll have the couch.
I'll say good night, then, Monty.
You already have... twice.
What is it, Monty? I'm terribly tired.
I need to go to sleep.
But not that tired, eh?
- Are you a sponge or a stone?
- What do you mean?
Do you like to experience
all facets of life?
Or do you shut yourself off
from new experience?
- I voted Conservative.
- Are you faithful?
- To whom?
- Faithfulness isn't selective.
I agree. It's more a question of
selecting to whom one will be faithful.
- Have you selected?
- I'm terribly tired.
I've been watching you
all evening.
You've been avoiding my eyes,
haven't you?
- Your eyes?
- Mmm.
At luncheon, you couldn't tear
your gaze from mine.
This evening,
What did he say to you?
- Nothing.
- You can tell me.
I assure you, nothing, M-Monty.
I'm terribly tired.
I need to go to bed.
Yes, you must, mustn't you?
Off you go, then.
I'll sleep here.
It won't be the first time
I've been left with the couch.
Boy.
Boy.
I know you're not asleep, boy.
But he is.
I've been into his room.
He won't hear a thing.
I know you're not asleep, boy.
No, I'm not.
What is it, Monty?
What do you want?
I had to come.
I tried not to.
Oh, how I tried not to.
Monty, there's something
I have to explain to you.
You needn't explain.
He's told me everything.
He told me that
first day you came to Chelsea.
- What's he told you?
- He told me about your arrest in the Tottenham Court Road.
He told me about your problems,
how you feel, your desires.
- Problems? What problems?
- You are a toilet trader.
- He told you that?
- You mustn't blame him.
You mustn't blame yourself. I know
how you feel and how difficult it is.
And that's why you mustn't hold back, let
it ruin your youth as I nearly did over Eric.
It's like a tide.
Give in to it, boy.
Go with it.
It's society's crime, not ours.
- I'm not homosexual, Monty.
- Yes, you are!
Of course you are. You're
simply blackmailing your emotions...
to avoid the realities
of your relationship with him.
- What are you talking about?
- You love him.
And it isn't his fault
he cannot love you...
any more than it's mine
that I adore you.
Couldn't we allow ourselves
just this one moment of indiscretion?
- No!
- He need never know.
I don't care what he knows! Monty,
you've gotta go! You've gotta leave!
If you want to humiliate me,
humiliate me.
I adore you.
Tell him, if you must.
I no longer care.
I mean to have you,
even if it must be burglary!
It's not me, it's him!
He lied to you.
We're an affair.
We have been for years,
but he doesn't want you to know.
He doesn't want anybody to know. We're
both in it. We're obsessed with each other.
But he's ashamed. He refuses
to come out and accept what he is.
That's why he's rejecting me
while you're here.
On my life, Monty, this is the first night
we haven't slept together for six years.
I can't cheat on him.
It would kill him.
But he told me you were in purgatory
because he couldn't love you.
He's lying. Lying!
Oh, my dear boy.
If I had known that, I would never
have attempted to come between you.
I know that, Monty.
I respect you
for your sensitivity.
I thank you for it,
but you must leave.
Yes.
Yes. You'd better go to him.
Oh, I intend to.
This instant.
Withnail, you bastard. Wake up.
Wake up, you bastard,
or I'll burn this bastard bed down.
I deny all accusations.
What do you want?
I have just narrowly avoided
having a buggering.
I've come in here with the express
intention of wishing one on you.
Having said that, I now intend
to leave for London.
Hold on. Don't let your
imagination run away with you.
Imagination? I just finished
fighting a naked man.
How dare you tell him
I'm a toilet trader!
It was a tactical necessity.
If I hadn't told him you were active,
we'd never have got the cottage.
not with him in it!
Geez. He'd come all this way.
- Monty? He'd go to New York.
- It was a calculated risk.
What is all this tactical
necessity and calculated risk?
This is me naked in a corner!
And how dare you tell him
I love you.
And how dare you tell him
you rejected me.
- How dare you tell him that!
Got a bit carried away.
Sort of said it without thinking.
Let me tell you something, Withnail. If
he comes into my room again, it's murder,
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