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I'm going to be a little bit more

I'm going to be a little bit more

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I'm going to be a little bit more

I'm going to be a little bit more

I'm going to be a little bit more

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I'm going to be a little bit more

I'm going to be a little bit more

Let go of it

Try not todoors

Now let go of it

I can only imagine that when you wrote that, you were temporarily deranged.

Well?

I think it's for the best.

For the best. For the best, Herbert Dodd. I think that what is for the best for you is that you should instantly visit your doctor.

I was quite collected in calm when I wrote that letter.

It represents my feelings.

Does it indeed? And what of my feelings? What does your fine sensitivity tell you of those?

It's all in the letter. I thought you'd understand.

You can't dispose of a person's life in a person's life in a letter? I really can't.

If a woman's to be abandoned, I think she's entitled to the small courtesy of a person's interview.

You'll always get the better of me face to face.

Sorry, I wasn't aware of our relationship as a contest.

Kate, you know what I mean. You manage me. You're managing me now.

What more can I say than that by feelings have undergone a change, I'm as helpless in the matter as a leaf in a gay...

Are you choosing that image of your love?

I'm sorry. I'm desperately sorry. There's no help for these things.

Your powerful galing question. You wouldn't go by the name of Nandrewery, would you?

What do you know of her? Nandrewery has nothing to do with this.

You were seen, my dear. On our bench!

We have talked as friends only. The fact that we sat on that very bench is a measure of my innocence.

You sat with Nandrewery on our bench. The bench on which you've made the most passionate declaration to...

I seem to recall most of the passion was on your side. You came at me like an express locomotive.

Nandrewery, insipid little seated little daughter of Mr. Drury of Drury and Dean, insipid little CD estate agents.

The talk in the town is that he's going bankrupt. If you're looking for a diary there, you're making a mistake.

I'm looking for nothing. She has nothing to do with it. Kind of keep her out of it.

I most certainly will if you will. As for being seen, I was at the station the other day to meet the Brighton train I had a parcel to collect.

I saw you get off the train with Bill Frankl, the news agent.

I'm not surprised we got into the same compartment at Brighton. No. No, you can't put me in the wrong.

I really am more disappointed in you by the minute. Good. It'll make things easier then, won't it?

I said I was disappointed in you. I didn't say I no longer wanted you. I intend to have you my dear.

The Lord protects women in my situation. The Lord? If I don't hear from you within the next three days that this letter was all a mistake, I should put the matter into the hands of my solicitors.

I shall sue you for breach of promise. But you can't do that? Oh, the country. Nothing would be simpler.

This letter alone, quite apart from anything else, would be sufficient for any British jury. I should get substantial damages. But you wouldn't do it.

Oh, wouldn't I? The squalor of the courts. Kisses described money, claimed love letters read out. Oh, it's unthinkable.

Don't think about it. Then there's a very simple way not to forget this conversation and marry me as planned.

Are you telling me you'd be willing to marry a man whom you would always know you had forced into it?

A man who would remember the vile threats who used to coerce him whenever he looked at you.

Never you mind about my willingness. You've known well enough what that's been for the last six months. You just make up your mind about your willingness.

You can't bring a dead love back to life by men's. You leave me to what I can do and what I can't do.

I mean, what do you really want? Do you really want me just sordidly to marry you on top of all this?

Or would you prefer your big haul of damages?

Shouldn't you be disappointed? In fact, if all I let you get out of me is a tensioning gold ring and a blasphemous marriage service?

For it would be blasphemous. I do assure you between you and me. And then after the service, what?

I take it, you wouldn't for a moment suggest after that act of profanity that we should actually live together.

That's as much my dream as it's ever been.

You can't force yourself. You can't make yourself fond of someone.

No, can you keep yourself fond of someone? The heart has been made of.

You can't force yourself. You can't force yourself.

You can't force yourself. You can't make yourself fond of someone.

You can't make yourself fond of someone.

No, can you keep yourself fond of someone? The heart has its mysteries, as the poet says.

Not that it's much good quoting poetry to Kate Cookham.

I shouldn't think so either.

Oh, I thought she was interested at first. She was very intellectual and sensitive.

She's been governess to some quite distinguished families, you know.

And after all, she takes private classes now in literature and history for bigger girls.

She seemed quite the blue stocking that was at first.

And it became very hard and practical, commonplace.

She wanted to help me in the bookshop. She even suggested that she had an undiscovered talent for commerce.

You must have felt very trapped. Trapped?

Your affectionous had started to wane.

It's your committed.

Exactly.

Your affectionous had already started to wane, before I came into your life.

Precisely so. And it's for exactly that reason that I feel you can be so impartial in your advice.

Oh, I must say, in a fix like this, it's very comfortable to have a woman to talk to.

They're so much more delicate in these matters.

It's wrong, Mr. Thore I came into the bookshop that day for a purpose.

To give you guidance in your time of trouble.

What are you going to do?

How could she? How could she stoop?

To the vulgarist process known to law, the ultimate vileness between man and woman.

I expect your feeling. You didn't really know.

Volgality, it's the thing I've hated most and tried hardest to keep out of my life.

Oh, I'm sure you've succeeded.

I know, I'm in a dismal downtrodden sphere enough.

There are a few things more lacking in dignity than a threadbare business, but I have got taste.

I have got a sense of the gentle thing and the aristocratic thing.

That she should behave like a vindictive balmator.

That seems to be what hurt Smoast, doesn't it? That you could be so wrong about her.

What shall you do?

What I shall not do is give in.

How could I live with a woman I now hate to the depths of my being?

Oh, she has me in her trap and I dare say I shall not escape without losing a limb, but I'd not marry her now if she was a last woman on the planet.

I expect your feeling. You're well out of it.

I've only I were out of it, did it, Nann.

She's not done her worst with me yet. She's still squirming her grip.

When shall you see her?

She's given me three days in which to surrender.

400 pounds? You must be mad.

Mass elicitors with counsel's opinion behind them. Tell me there's not a jury in the land, but we'll give me six if it came to court.

Here's their assessment. You can read it for yourself.

I'm the recipient already of one of their bullying letters.

You'll receive the formal documents, instructions, how, where, and when to pay and so on within the next few days.

But where, in the name of lifelong ruin, am I to get 400 pounds? You know my circumstances. You know what this place makes.

You know the whole business isn't worth 400 pounds.

That's your lookout. You should have thought of that before you betrayed me.

Of course, if I may call your attention to it once more, there is an alternative.

I'd rather starve to death than come within a mile of you.

I'm glad you told her that. Of course you'd rather have starved.

Nah, my dearest love.

Starvation is something one might well have to get used to.

Oh, hush. A beautiful, gentlemanly person I use not made for that. You'll find a way.

I'll have to mortgage the show.

A outburst?

Eto.

Her but dearest, wouldn't it be an idea for you to talk to, since it's a tool?

I mean, since she has.

It would only be a waste of money, Nan.

Kate Cookham will have made sure of that.

Here we are.

Happy wedding day, Mrs. Don.

Happy not to us to you, Mr. Don.

All the happiness in the world, my dear.

It's not quite the send-off I should have wished for a daughter of mine, but since the business collapsed.

Father, you know I never wanted a big wedding, not even when I was a little girl.

I know that.

I've spread it a little something in the cupboard here, before we set off for the registry office.

It's only Sherry, I'm afraid.

That's very kind of you, Ned. You shouldn't have.

You know, you've got grit, Herbert Don.

Not many men, but do what you've done, marrying the daughter of a bankrupt father.

When you've got business buddies of your own.

Love and honour, they go together, didn't they?

Bad, is it?

I have mortgage the shop. I've mortgage the stock, and still I've been able to raise only 200 out of the four.

And I don't even know how I'm going to pay the interest on the mortgages. The business won't stand it or anything like it.

The woman knows it, yet still the damn letters from her solicitors more, more, more.

I wish I could help.

Here. Drink this up. Don't forget about it for a bit.

That's why if we're blessed with children, I pray for daughters.

If I have no business to leave to a son, and I'm pretty sure I shan't have.

I'd rather have a daughter.

I know how you feel, old man. Anyway.

They seem very, very cruel.

They're not the cruel ones, they're only following instructions. Her instructions.

I'm told she's living in London now in style, on us.

Shall we be able to keep our little flat here over the shop?

We shall have to, it's all we've got left.

Dearest.

Since she took legal advice, I wonder that you didn't do the same.

Before being sure, I mean that you stood no chance.

Perhaps your people would see things differently from hers.

Well, any lawyer would have wanted to do, would have been to drag me into court to fight it out.

But might they not have told you that she could never take you into court?

With that letter? That letter was a gift to any jury, honor.

I'd have ended up in court, never fair. At least I've avoided that final degradation.

Yes, I'm sure you're right, dearest.

Anyway, I am sure you always take two gloomy of you.

I'm sure everything's going to turn out well first, isn't it?

Yes, of course it is dearest now.

Right, nothing else.

Next to the last of them, Ringo.

I'll put it on the court. You can hear what's going on.

There, there. It's all right. It's all right, my dear.

I shall get a job as a publisher's representative selling the bookshop, sashore.

I'll probably make my fortune, Chantag Jenny.

Yes, of course you shall.

I mean, if you don't know about books, who does?

Well, I should be able to keep up the mortgage on our little phone.

You have decided to mortgage to the flat, then, after all.

I must, my dear, the vultures are still at me. I must try to get together another fifty.

Fifty?

Where will it ever end?

What are you going to do about the rest?

I don't know, Nan. I don't know.

Can't you tell her through her solicitors what she's doing to us?

I draw the line that got her like an Indian beggar first.

I wonder you didn't take advice as she did.

If only you checked.

Only made sure she was within her rights. That's all I say.

I send her the twenty. That's three hundred she's had now.

And that's all she's getting.

She's simply not strong enough, not well nourished enough to pull through.

You look all in yourself.

Isn't there someone else who could sit with her for a bit?

Some other...

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Isn't there someone else who could sit with her for a bit?

Some other member of the family?

She would have been nine now.

Same thing, influenza.

Sure.

If you take an advice...

Sure.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Do you mind if I sit down?

No, please don't let me chase you away.

This is a public bench, is it not?

Then maybe not both enjoy it.

I'll go away if you wish me to.

I mean now, now that you've seen that I'm here.

I wanted you to know that I was here.

I didn't want us to meet accidentally.

I thought of writing to you and then I was afraid that if I wrote, you might refuse.

So, knowing that you must come here, I thought of this way.

I've waited several days for you to come, but I'll do as you wish.

You want me to go, I'll go.

But in that case, I should like to come back.

I came down.

I came from town on purpose to see you.

And staying on and I have great patience and I'll give you time.

And, may I say it's important?

Now that I do see you, I see how inevitable it was.

inevitable.

I mean, I really couldn't not have come.

But I don't expect you to understand that until you get used to the idea.

Get used to what idea?

Of my being here in the town after ten years.

I see, um, I'm not sure.

You found a place greatly changed.

Not the better, either.

Oh, really?

Oh, it's going down and down and down.

It's going so fast.

Heaven only knows when it will stop.

Mind you, I'd not abandon it myself.

I like the place still with all its faults.

I suppose one gets used to the place.

A old town clerk, John, who was a little bit of a child,

was a little bit of a child.

But I think it's going to stop.

I suppose one gets used to the place.

A old town clerk died, you know.

You remember him old Paxley, he was a good man for the town.

We've got a new chap in now, one of these fellas with modern ideas.

I'm told he's not the same article at all.

I'm told, uh, Council don't know where they are with him half the time.

I want it to us.

They pulled down the old market cross in the square, you know.

Oh, four years ago.

In his place they put up one of those nasty hotels with visitors.

The Council's whole policy seems to be to cater for cheap excursionists.

I'm staying at the Royal.

Well, are you now?

Have you ever been in it?

Once, I had to deliver a set of books to a rich lady who was staying there.

She wanted to take them back to London.

I remember she left without settling with me.

She sent me her check from London four months later.

You should have charged her interest.

Did they have the Beijou Theatre on the end of the pier ten years ago?

I don't remember.

I think...

It's in a very poor way now.

The company who were running during a very precarious state, I understand, very precarious financial state.

People here won't support anything that's the least bit artistic.

I sometimes wonder what they want out of life half the time.

I wonder if I might prevail on you to come to San Die T with me tomorrow at five?

At the Royal?

Yes.

I gave up my modest but rather interesting little old book business.

Ever so long ago, you know?

If you can come, I shall be at home.

I came down, as I said, for the sole purpose of seeing you.

But I believe you to decide how you feel about it.

I can quite understand that it might take some thinking about.

I know that I still owe you a large sum of money.

If you've come to see me about that, I may as well tell you here now that I...

...will be able to meet my full obligation in the future as little as I've met it in the past.

I shall never be able to pay up that balance.

You must think about it. Take your time. But I shall be at home.

You married?

No, I'm not married.

Oh, I see.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

I'm not married.

You decided then?

I wouldn't miss it now for the world.

How does that fit?

I have concluded that she wants something from me.

I have thought that the least I can do is to listen to what she has to say.

I should have thought you'd have wanted any commas at all with at home.

She killed her wife and my daughter and my granddaughter.

I'm a migrant, old man.

I sure as heads like eggs.

If I'm to have my revenge, I've also

reasoned that I must know at what point to attack.

She'll give me an opening to that end when she tells me

what she wants.

No, she?

A woman like that?

My nan might have done you, man.

She was unguarded as a kitten to this one.

To want something from someone is already

to put yourself a little in their hands.

Besides, I've decided it's an adventure.

And when in my benighted life, have I ever

had anything remotely resembling an adventure,

especially one with sweet revenge at the end?

And then we told him it was a court martial offense

if the supplies weren't found.

And lo and behold, they turned up the very next day.

Well, that's quartermasters for you.

They sound rather enterprising to me.

If you please madam, Mr. Dodd.

Mr. Dodd, how nice of you to come.

Captain Roper, Mr. Herbert Dodd.

How to do?

How do you do?

Well, then, goodbye till next time, Captain.

Oh, yes indeed.

Oh, thank you very much for the tea.

It was extremely pleasant.

Goodbye to you, sir.

He's an acquaintance, but he's a bore.

He turned up without being invited.

And I told him before you came that I

was expecting a gentleman with whom I

should wish to be alone.

And anyway, he'd had his tea.

But he hadn't had his tea.

Well, at any rate, you must have yours.

I've come as you've seen.

But I've come to understand.

And if you require to be alone with me,

and if I am to break bread with you,

it seems to me that I must first know exactly where I am

and to what you assume I commit to myself.

You commit yourself to nothing.

You're perfectly free.

It's only I who are not free.

Now, won't you please sit down.

Please have some tea, do.

You are not free.

I'm tied to this.

But this is luxury and riches.

Don't riches liberate.

Riches.

You always used quaint phrases.

Well, if you prefer it, then you obviously got a lot of money.

Yes.

I've got money.

It intrigues you, of course, and you wonder about it.

I've got money.

It intrigues you, of course, and you wonder about it,

and I wanted you to wonder.

It was to make you take in that fact that I came.

So now you know.

You came to show me you lot pots of money.

I have enough.

Enough? I should think so.

Enough for what I wanted?

I don't always live like this.

I'm too thrifty for that.

But I can if I want to.

I came to the best hotel on purpose.

I wanted to show you I could.

Now do you understand?

Understand.

But it wasn't wasted.

What I did.

What I did here, all those years ago.

You mean when you made me pay you?

The 300.

All I could get from you is you reminded me yesterday,

so I had to give up the rest.

That was the idea I had.

To bleed me quite to death.

To make you raise money.

But since you had to, you had to.

You did, so what better proof could there be?

Oh, I did.

Oh, yes, I did indeed.

Well then.

Here it is.

It isn't lost.

Here it is.

My poor agonized old money.

My blood.

Oh, it's my blood too now.

I took it from you.

But this.

The fact that one can live like this.

That's what I've made of it.

That was the idea I had.

To have everything in the world at my wretched expense.

To make you use your money in a way you'd never have used it yourself.

My money.

Do you know what my life has been?

Have you any conception how I have lived with her?

My wife died, attended by a charity doctor.

She was a beautiful girl in a marrita.

When she died, she looked like an old woman.

She became an old woman.

She died an old woman because I wasn't able to give her enough food or warmth or anything

that a man is supposed to provide for his woman.

My daughter Jenny, she died too.

She was never very strong.

She died because I wasn't able to provide for her the way her father is supposed to provide for his child.

And all because you had your idea.

I did it for you.

I did it for you.

For me?

Don't you understand?

For what other reason could it have been?

For grasp, greed, vindictiveness.

No.

If it was for me, would you kindly enlighten me as to what good it has ever done me?

It will do you good now.

Am I to understand that your notion is to repay me?

My intention is to repay you with interest.

Oh.

I wanted to take care of you.

It was what I first wanted.

It was all I wanted.

It was what you consented to.

And I'd have done it.

Oh, I'd have done it.

I'd have loved you and helped you and guarded you and you'd have had no trouble in your life.

You'd have been safe and easy and comfortable.

You swore that you cared for me. You wrote it and made me believe it.

You pledged me your honor and your faith.

Then you turned and changed suddenly from one day to the next. Everything altered.

You broke your vows.

Yours good has told me you only wanted a break with me.

You faced me with dislike, behaved as if you hated me.

You'd met a girl of great beauty, I admit, who made me seem a frighten a ball.

No.

Yes.

No, never, never.

I'd never seen her at that time and didn't even dream of her.

It was you who became sharp and harsh with me and then I saw you get off the train with Bill Franklin.

I thought that was the reason and I spoke to Nan as a confidant in my misery.

You saw me get out of a compartment once with Mr. Bill Frankel.

It was your faces.

You were laughing.

Well, never mind.

I dare say we will never know the real truth of it neither of us, but we shall have our versions.

Sometimes it seems a long time ago. Sometimes it doesn't.

It always seemed like yesterday to me.

Well, let's say that there wasn't much difference.

Whether it was for another woman or because of a false imagining on your part,

or that you suddenly have found me plain and simply loathed me for myself, the effect was the same.

I was out in the cold and nothing is more hopeless than complaining that someone doesn't love you anymore.

No, I didn't intend to cause you pain.

Do you remember that sonnet of Shakespeare's, the one you used to read to me?

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

I found that was true.

You're telling me you ruined me out of love?

All I ever wanted exclusively and passionately from the first day I met you was to take care of you.

I was denied the opportunity it was snatched away from me so I had to find another way.

Another way?

Another way to secure your future for you.

What?

I had no money, whatever, then nothing of my own. It wasn't with mine, I could do it.

But I could do it with yours. I knew I could if I could once get it out of you.

You put my life up at the sale room.

But using your money for you and using you yourself for your own futures, I should have done had you married me.

That was my motive.

And as I've told you without your quite seeming to understand it, I've brought it all back to you.

Everything.

Every penny I squeezed out of you multiplied many times over.

But if it's all mine, if it's all come back to me, what did Nann have? What did Paul Nann have and Jenny?

I don't think you can think about that.

How could I not think about it? In a way they helped pay for what you're offering me now.

They went without, they died. My poor loyal Nann.

With only her one question, the only question she ever approached me with.

What question?

Can you give me your word of honour? If I had taken decent advice, I mightn't have defied you.

Certainly you could have defied me.

They would have told me you had no legal case.

They would have told you that I had nothing.

I have never done that.

Well, you've got to do something, old man. You can't sit here and mope until I mench yourself the way you're doing.

Where's your revenge then?

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

Where's your revenge then?

But it's your precious revenge.

How can you take revenge on a woman who's offering you money in handfuls?

What can you do to hurt her?

You can take it.

That wouldn't hurt her. That's what she wants.

In a way, it's incredibly, incredibly romantic to the fact that she's beloved.

Oh, romantic.

No, no, no, no, no, I heard it first, fair.

Think of her as we may.

She's a stonish one.

She sticks.

She's terrifying.

She's the strangest mixture of tenderness and patience

and cruelty the world ever saw.

She's like a fairy tale and a nightmare rolled into one.

Well, the fairy tale, part of it.

I don't understand that.

I mean, an underclap at the gas board

suddenly being offered a fortune.

But I'm handy if I can see any nightmare.

You know, by the way, old man, you

mind if I dust down here tonight?

Shabbos with the lad lady in there.

What?

Shabbos with the lad lady.

Oh, no, no, of course not.

Well, the nightmare is how can I accept a fortune

with them staring at me, my lovely man, my lovely Jenny, who

died because of what she brought on us?

Not indirectly, old man.

Very indirectly.

Directly?

Well, she didn't breathe the sickness on me.

She didn't know you were going to be a failure.

You're less the strangest part of all I think she did.

I believe that's why she thought I needed her in the first place.

Perhaps she did.

I'll not take her money.

I thought it was your money.

I'll not betray Nyan and Jenny.

I'll not give up my bitterness and hatred.

She can sit there in the royal hotel, among her plushes

and her bronzes for 10 years.

I'll not come near her again.

I'll show you what else.

No, hang on, no.

No.

You've done well.

I'll save that for you.

I mean, holding up the way you have.

It's been a week now.

I had thought.

You thought what?

I'll just plain simple curiosity, old man.

I mean, the desire to know.

How did she do it?

Turning your money into a fortune.

That'll be a trick worth hearing about, all the same.

Even if you did nothing about it, I'm not interested.

How could you say you're not interested?

I grant you full marks for holding up,

but I've got eyes in my head,

but I can see all its cost here.

It's costing me nothing.

The main thing is it's good to cost you your job.

Taking time off, day after day,

to roam about the town and the promenade like a tiger.

The gas bulb of Santa.

It's marvellous, you know, Ned Drewie.

What a tender interest you're taking in me

since the prospect of money gleamed in my life.

No, that's not fair, Herbert.

I've always stood by you.

Bums of marriage, two derelicts,

washed up on the beach of life together.

I've always looked up for you.

I'm sorry.

That was a terrible thing to say.

I know you have.

You're right.

The whole thing is a mortal strain.

It takes nerve to do what you're doing.

I know.

I've seen you.

I've watched you walk past the royal hotel

a lot of a dozen times, and you're wondering.

Not once.

Not once she's so much as turned your head to look at it.

You had no sign from it.

None.

Nothing at all.

Not a flicker.

No, for all.

You know she may have gone back to London the first night.

She may well have done.

So you've lost everything.

Forever.

I'll have kept myself respect.

Somehow I've always managed to keep that.

I've never given into her on anything, ever.

She's still here.

How do you know that?

Well, the underporter, there's a friend of mine.

I'm glad of him.

You shouldn't have done that.

No, no, no, no, no.

Well, if she won't find out, I hardly imagine

she's the type of woman who didn't pass the time of her

with her underporter.

In any way, if she did hear about the inquiry,

she'd hardly connect it with you.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

I begin to be in danger of investing

her with the powers of a witch.

Thank you.

What do you suppose she's hanging out for?

Her idea, she calls it she has to follow it through.

She's always been like that.

I must be broken down.

You know, you're always talking about going to see her,

but if she should come to you.

Come to me.

She did it once.

Finding you there on the bench last week.

I mean, must have stopped her from doing it again.

Once she knows you're not going to see her,

wants to stop her seeking you out again.

I know her.

She'd not do that a second time.

She might, suppose she did.

If she came to me again, and it's an impossible if it

would mean she felt absolutely a short success,

she's not a woman to feel herself to have felt twice.

It would mean she took my refusal for hollow heroics

of vain parade, that my need, my misery, my inability

to go on hating, my pathetic response,

like a stray mangrove to the least little pat

on the head with this time, bring me down.

And bring me to heel.

It would mean she assumed I was tired and frightened,

that I woke every morning with my stomach

in a knot of wretchedness, and that I

went to bed every night as to a refuge I hoped

would turn into eternity.

It would mean she felt I go through life

lost in a fog of terror.

She would assume all that.

Well, yes.

Yeah, it would mean that she'd done so, yes.

What would you do if she did to Carla?

I'd turn my back on her and walk straight away.

Once going to have that?

No.

To my?

No.

I'll be back.

I've opened an account for you at the local branch

of the bank I use in London.

It's all in there for you.

You only have to draw.

Draw?

Yes, that's what people do when they have money.

They draw it out and use it.

Please, won't you come and sit down?

I have all the details for you.

We can hardly go into it standing here.

Supposing I'd choose not to draw.

Supposing I'd just leave it all there to gather dust.

That's your choice, of course.

But what it will gather will not be dust, but interest.

The problem, as it were, will grow bigger and not smaller.

Supposing I'd just give it all away to charity.

Well, that too is your privilege.

At least you'd have made your own decision about your own money.

Now, this is the statement of account.

This is the form of credit I've arranged for you.

Here's your checkbook.

You'll have to provide them with a specimen signature, of course.

I should have thought you'd have given up.

I should have thought you'd have gone away.

Oh, come now, Herbert Dodd.

As if you didn't know by what accord you hold me,

you knew I wouldn't go away.

You knew that if I was silent, it was

because I was busy on your behalf.

Sweat you, I thought nothing of the kind.

You certainly knew where you could find me this morning,

as I equally certain in you where I should find you.

I had no idea in the world I'd find you here.

This has been my haunt over the years, not yours.

It's been my habit of a lifetime to come here every Sunday morning

that seemed too beautiful to be shut in church.

I hadn't dreamed that you'd been here,

and I thought so I would have come.

And it was you who came to me just now, wasn't it?

Not the other way around.

Me, who came to you, Herbert Dodd?

I've been coming to you for 10 years.

ales?

Oh, thank you.

Well, then, goodbye.

But don't we discuss it further?

It seems so, Brock, now that it's done.

Well, it's not a Brock for me.

It's the end of a long journey, but it's only

a Brock as all arrivals are.

But it isn't an arrival.

It's a departure.

Well, yes, it's that too.

But if you go, shall I see you again?

Do you like to see me?

We did it all come from.

It came from you.

I mean, so much money, such a lot of it.

It's all I made, every penny.

You must have slaved.

Yes, I slaved, but no more than you.

I told you a long time ago I had a talent for commerce.

Like, I can't take all this.

What will you live on?

Oh, I've learned to live on very little.

Every penny that wasn't working for you, I begrudged bitterly.

It's odd, isn't it?

The saying is, money isn't everything.

It's an enormous thing, of course.

It isn't everything, is it?

There are demons it won't buy off.

I've moved out of the flat I had in London.

I've no need to be at the center now.

Oh, see, are you in lodgings?

Yes, but far from the center, of course.

A Richmond up on the hill.

Oh, yes. Yes, I've heard of the hill, of course.

They do say it's awfully sunny and nice.

Oh, yes, it's very nice.

So that it's not exactly like being at the center.

Why, at least you're comfortable.

Oh, yes, I should be very comfortable.

You shall stay here, shall you?

Buy something here.

Yes, I suppose I shall.

I hadn't really thought about it.

Of course, I must set Nairn's father up somewhere.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you must do that.

Well...

It'll be difficult about addresses.

Addresses?

To keep in touch.

You seem absurd not to keep in touch.

Oh, I'll give you mine.

What must you...

What must you have done?

Must you've been through?

You can't think I can have made so much money, honestie, is that it?

Oh, you've been honest.

Anything was possible under the stress of my hatred.

Here's my address.

Your hatred?

I thought I must have been doing to you all those years.

Made me desperate.

But that's my story.

May I not hear it?

No, because I may not hear yours.

But you can.

Because I do not wish to hear yours.

May we not talk them?

No.

Not ever.

Never.

Well...

I see.

But I can still take care of you.

Kate?

Please do.

Please do.