All language subtitles for Sons.and.Lovers.1960.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Morning, Tom.

Paul?

Yes, mum?

What you doing down
so early, son?

I was finishing this.

My picture?
You finished that last night.

Well, I changed it a bit.
Look.

Bless my soul.
Whenever did you see me
in a hat like that?

The moment I woke up.
I suddenly said to myself,

"that's not my mother
in that nubbly old bonnet."

It's my bonnet.
What's the matter with it?

well, I thought it could do
with a pick-me-up, that one.

I'll box your ears
for impudence.

Putting me in
that sort of Bobby-dazzler.

You love it, my pigeon.
You know you do.

If you were wearin' that,
and I was walkin' down
the street behind you,

I'd say,
"doesn't that little person
fancy herself?"

Well, she doesn't.
She's not at all sure
that it suits her.

I suppose you'd rather be in
dirty black, looking as though
you were wrapped in burnt paper.

To me, it's right for you.

It's too young for me.
Oh, it's too young, is it?

Why don't you buy
some false white hair
and stick it on your head?

I'll be white soon enough.
Don't you dare.

What would I want
with a white-haired mother?

Paul, don't. Not those knives.
Go on. I'll manage.

All right.
If you don't need me, I'll go on.

Where are you going, son?
To see Miriam.

Can't you wait till
you've had your breakfast?

I've had some toast.
That's all I want.

Miriam Leivers must be
marvelously fascinating

if you can't wait
till the sun's up

before you go traipsing off
to that farm again.

Well, I like Miriam.

Uh, I'll start work next week,
and I won't see her for a while.

Like her?

Seems there's no one else
for you but her now.

Oh, nonsense, mother.
You talk as if we're lovers.

She doesn't
even walk with my arm.

Why are you always
flying off to her, then?

I like to talk to her.

Is there no one else to talk to?

Not about the things we talk of.
What things?

Painting and books.
You don't care about
Herbert Spencer or Robert--

how do you know I don't
care about Herbert Spencer?
Do you ever try me?

Mother, it's different.
Miriam and I are young--

and I'm old.
Now we get to the truth of it.

And it's not in that drawing.

Yes, I may stand aside.
I'm only good enough to wait on you.

Miriam has all the rest.

They're coming down,
and the kettle not boiling.
Good-bye, mum.

Oh.

Here, dad.
Look at Paul's latest.

Who's it supposed to be, then?
You know well enough,
and I think it's good.

You'd look a proper Gabby, you would,
dressed in a bonnet like that.

I don't see why.

Are you limping, son?
Oh, it's nothing, mother.

They was betting me last night
I couldn't dive into the canal
off of the bridge.

And you did?
Aye, I went right to the bottom.

Scraped my knee
on some old tin cans.

But I won two shillings.
You're a wild one.

Two Bob, eh? You be in
the moon and stars tonight?

Oh, I thought I might
take mother to the fair.

Hey, mother,
do you want to come to the fair?
I'll see.

Take your dad to a pint
in the stars first, son.

I might, at that.

Dad, you've spoiled it.
What?

The sketch.
Oh, oh.
We'll soon get that right.

Give it here.

No, no, no.
You're making it worse.

What are you doing with that?

Nothing, lass.
Just a little accident.
We'll soon have it.

You've ruined it.
Well, he can soon
knock off another, can't he?

He's got nothing else to do
but lie up there in bed.

He was up hours before you,
working on this sketch
you've just spoiled.

And how much were
we going to get for that?

He'll bring home his share
when he starts work next week.

Work? that lad
doesn't know what work is.

Sitting on his bottom
all week in an office.

scholarships and holidays
and spouting algebra,

while we're sweating down there
like suffocating bats.

Aye. Well, hurry up
and stop your shouting,
'cause we're late.

He only shouts when he knows
he's in the wrong.

He's only getting half
as much as Arthur anyway.

Now, if that lad was
to go down the pit--

he's not going down the pit,
and you know it.

He's going to earn
decent money one day.

Decent? What we get's
indecent, I suppose?

Come on, dad,
and stop your shouting.

And I'm keeping him where
he'll get his chance--

above the ground.

Oh! Oh, it's you.

Oh. Good morning, my lady.
You look more beautiful
than ever.

I'm sure she's the dark lady
of the sonnets.

Oh, no.
She's the lady of the lake.

Ha, ha, ha.
Oh, it's good to be up here.

When I came up this morning,

I stopped for a moment
to look off at Nottingham
in the distance.

And I imagined it to be London.
I saw myself in my own studio
by the river.

Painting beautiful women all day.
Huh. No.

Painting life,
real people and real things,
wherever I find them.

That's what you want
more than anything, isn't it?
Yes.

But the place
where you were born and grew up
isn't so easy to throw off.

my mother's had
a very hard time.

I owe her
a great deal, and I want
to repay her somehow.

I want to do something too.

I want a chance to be somebody.

Oh.

I forgot to bring
that book of Shelley.
Oh.

I'll bring it tomorrow.

You know, my mother
disapproves more and more

of the books you bring.

She blames you for
putting ideas into my head.

Does she think
heaven frowns on ideas?

Your mother breathes religion
through her nostrils.

Do you think that's wrong?

It's not religious
just to be religious.

I think a crow is religious
as it sails across the sky.

It's showing the glory of god,
but it doesn't know it.

God doesn't know things.
He is things.

I don't think my mother
would understand that.

But I do.

Looking at you now,
there's more religion in you...

Than your mother could ever
learn from the saints.

what is it?

It's the mine!

Jimmy, you all right?

My son?

My son.

It's a sad homecoming for you, William.
Yes, mother.

I'll put the kettle on.

Well, William, how is the job?

Well, I like London, mother.

You can, uh,
have a lot of fun there.

That wasn't what I asked, son.

Oh, the job's all right.

I hope you're getting
your sleep.

You can't go working
in that shop all day

and gallivanting all night.

The human frame won't stand it.

I'll try, mother.

Well, Paul, when do you
start work at Jordan's?

Next week,
but I've been thinking.

It won't pay much,

and now
with Arthur... gone,

I think I should go down the mine.
You haven't seen enough today?

it won't be forever,

just till we get
back on our feet.

We'll manage.

I don't want you
wasting yourself

instead of finding
a place in the world.

Is Jordan's
a place in the world?

Making out orders
for elastic stockings
and women's corsets?

It's better than coal dust
and drink. You prefer that?

William, tell him.

Tell him how you felt
when the letter came,
saying you'd got the job.

Tell him.

I'd have worked
for a shilling a week, and
slept by the river because--

because it was a start.
I'd escaped.

Stick to what you are, son.

Don't let yourself be dragged down.
That will do!

So he'll be dragged down,
will he?

What's good enough for me
isn't good enough for him?

My father sent me
down the pit when I was 12.

And you sent Arthur!

He wanted it. You'll not
hold that against me.

You've no right to set
your sons against their father.

When a man tries hard
for his family, he wants a bit
of respect, a bit of gratitude.

You treat me like a dog.
You lot think you're so fine

because you won't get
dirt in your hands
and coal on your faces!

What's so fine about sitting
on a stool six days a week

and having a few shillings
left to buy a new seat
for your britches?

And what do you do
with all the money
you've got left?

The same as I'm gonna do now.

I'll see you again
when I see you.

And it'll be before I want to.

Nottingham, Melton Mowbray,

Kettering, London train!

Well, son, I hope you'll
come back to a happier house
at Christmas.

Mother, it didn't seem right
to tell you this after,
well, after Arthur, but--

I've met a wonderful girl, mother.
I'm going to get married.

- Who is she?
- Her name is Louisa
Lily Isobel western.

All the men have been
running after her,
but I'm the one she's picked.

I hope that's not why you
went chasing her, because
all the others were running.

Here.

Why, she's got a naked bust.

You sound like Miriam's mother.
She's got beautiful shoulders.

I didn't expect to see so much
of them at the first view.

- Wait till you meet her, mother.
- You won't blame me then.

You should see all the eyes
when I walk down Piccadilly
with her.

Well, no wonder, if that's all
she wears. Good-bye, love.
Take care of yourself.

And don't forget to get
your proper rest.
Bye-bye, mother.

Good-bye, will.
Good-bye.

Oh. The photograph!
What?

The photograph!
Oh!

Spending all his money
on a dressed-up creature.

No, the creature's naked,
mother.

It's strange to think...
She means more to him now
than his own mother.

Oh, what nonsense you talk.
It's true.

Oh, I know it's silly,
but that's the way mothers are.

Well, I shan't get married
as long as I've got you.

I'll get rich
with my painting, and
we'll see the world together.

And for a start,
I'm going to take you for
a special treat to Nottingham.

Now, Paul, you know
we can't afford treats.

Well, this is a treat
we can afford. It's a surprise.

Why, there's Miriam.

Did you invite her here?
Yes.

It's a wonder
her mother allows it.

She ought to be helping
up at the farm instead of
wandering about down here.

Poor Miriam.
I want you to look at
this picture she's looking at.

Hello, Mrs. morel.

Oh, Paul.

Well?
yes.

You've got the way he looks now.

I wish you'd seen him as he was.

It's wonderful, Paul. Wonderful.
Don't you think so, Mrs. morel?

It's the best thing here.

Come away a minute.
Come over here.

I want to watch them look at it.

They don't like it.
It's too good for them.

Don't be so touchy, son.

Watch this one.

He can tell.
What?

I've had no training.

I wish I hadn't sent it in.
I've got a good mind
to take it down.

That wizen-hearted
old stick!

What does he know
about pictures?

Look.

It's good.
It's excellent.

Well, they like it.

Aren't you going to tell me
what a fine fellow I am?

why don't you praise me
to the skies?

Because I'll have the trouble
of dragging you down.

Wait.
I'll catch up to you.

He's not certain of himself.

He wants someone to urge him on.

I'd like him to fall in love
with the right girl.

Someone strong.
Stronger than you?

If she was really right
for him, she would be
stronger than me.

Come on.

Waiting up for me, lass?

I've been giving them
a hand at the pub,
washing out the glasses.

They chose the right one
for the job.

Two hours, no stopping.
What do you think Fred gives me?

Nothing but a lousy
half-crown.

I expect he thought
you made the rest up in beer.

That I haven't.
I've been to the fair.

Uh, who might this be?

That's the young lady
our William's walking out with.

Her name's Louisa Lily
Isobel western.

Ha. Come again tomorrow.

She looks a bright spark,
she does.

Is she an actress?
She is not.

She's supposed to be a lady.

And no clothes to show for it.

Lads would like to have her
down the pits.
Walter!

Oh.
I brought thee a coconut, lass.

How much did you pay for that?
Nowt, I won it at the fair.

They let you shy for it
for free, did they?

Ah, thou never said thank you
for anything in thy life.

if thou must know,
I spent fourpence on it.

I remembered how much
you like coconuts.

Where did you get that idea?

That time at the goose fair,
when we was courtin'.

Hmm. You said if I didn't
win thee a coconut,
you wouldn't marry me.

That was
a long time ago, Walter.

Hmm. Always taking the curl
out of me, you were.

It didn't seem
to make much difference.

Well, I'm uncurled now,
aren't I?

You can be proud
of yourself for that.

There you are.
Best get upstairs and sleep it off.

Can't even have a pint of beer
after a hard day's work

but I have to be told I'm drunk.

And so you are, most nights.

It's got so I almost
dread you coming home.

Right. Well, you said it.

There's only one answer to that.
Go on to bed.

And to think I spent fourpence
trying to please thee.

Mucky little hussy!

Hello, mum.
Hello, son.

Have you had anything to eat?

Yes, mother.
I had supper with Miriam.

Oh.

Mother, why don't you like her?

Oh, I've tried, Paul.

I-- I feel she wants to...
Shut me out.

She'd leave me no room.
I wouldn't let any girl do that.

She's no ordinary girl, Paul.
With Miriam Leivers, I feel...

She wants all of you
all of the time.

She'd leave nothing
for anyone else,
not even yourself.

Oh, you are exaggerating.
I know she's a bit intense.

You'll not be seeing me again.

You'll be wanting
your boots, then.

What does he mean?
He's running away.
He's run away before.

Once, when you were very small,
he even got past the local pub.

Gertrude. Gertrude morel.

There's a contraption outside.
A contraption?

Aye, a motorcar.
It's stopped outside
your front door.

Oh.
good day to you, madam.

This wizen-hearted old stick

would like to see
Mr. Paul morel.

I do beg your pardon.

I should think so indeed.
Is he at home?

Well, he's out at present,

collecting his father's wages,

but he won't be long.
Will you come inside?

I'm Mr. Hadlock.
Henry Hadlock.

Uh, this is the way.
The kettle's on the boil.

I'll make you a cup of tea.
Thank you.

Come away from there.
You'll make it explode.

What's this?
It's a contraption.

There's a man inside
come to see you.

Very grand from the gentry.

I've not been down
a mine myself, naturally.

But I could see at once
the truth in your son's--

Paul. Paul, this is
Mr. Henry Hadlock
from Nottingham.

He did like your picture.
He's bought it.

He says you're going to be
a very fine painter.

Do you mean that, sir?
My dear boy, I didn't
motor all this way down

in order to fill my lungs
with coal dust.

Would you like to go to London?

London?

Oh, don't tell me
you've never heard of it.

It's south of Nottingham
and a good deal larger.

Yes, sir. I know.

Go to some big art school there,

and after two or three years,

well, you might show signs of
producing something worthwhile.

But I haven't
got the money for that.
He's very slow, isn't he?

The only reason I'm here
is that I like to help
young artists.

And if the gamble comes off,
to help myself too.

I'm not a charitable
institution.

I shall expect
to get my return on you.

W-well-- I--
I don't know what to say.

Might I suggest the choice
of one of two words,

both quite easy to pronounce?

Yes or no?

Oh, it's a great chance,
isn't it, mother?

Oh, good gracious.
Haven't you got
a mind of your own?

When would he have to leave?

As soon as possible.
No more shilly-shallying.

This is my husband.
Walter, this is Mr. Henry Hadlock.

How do? Oh, shovel dirt.

Now I see the original.

You've got it very well,
the inarticulate primitive.

The what?
Mr. Hadlock's bought
the picture I did of you.

What, he wants a picture
of me on his wall?

How much did he pay?

I-- I forgot to ask.

Twenty pounds.
Twenty pound?

I'd work two months without
seeing the light of day

and not earn that.

See here, Mr. haddock.
Hadlock.

It's me you're buying
in that picture.

Here's the real thing.
Twenty pounds'
worth of sweat here.

- Go on, feel it.
- Walter!

Thank you. I have already
captured the atmosphere.

Come and see me tomorrow.
We'll make our plans.

Thank you, sir.
4:00 will do.
Don't you dare to let me down.

He won't.
I must go.
I've got quite a long journey.

Why must you act like that?

I'm not loved here
'cause I'm low,

so I act low.

Isn't it wonderful?
Yes, it is.
I must go tell Miriam.

What are you
trying to catch, Hubert?

Grasshopper.
I've caught it.
I've caught it.

It's gone.

Oh, I love you, I love you.

Don't, Miriam!
Don't, Miriam!

Let me go!
Show me you love me.

Let him go, Miriam.

You want to keep smothering
the child all the time for?

Oh, mother.
Is it so wrong for me

to love my own little brother?

Love is a thing of the spirit.
We have it inside us.

We don't have to show it
with our arms and lips.

Come on, Hubert.
It's time to wash for tea.

Shall I keep you here
or let you go? Huh?

Let me go.
You want to go? You sure?

You want to go far away.
Stop it.

Look how you come back to me.
Don't. No higher.

That's not a bit high, silly.
No higher.

You want to go higher?
Let me down.

It's a treat of a swing.

I'm goin' to
the top of the world.

You comin' with me? No?

What you gonna do without me?
You'll be back.

Are you sure?

Paul?

Paul? Paul, where are you?

Paul, whe-- where did
you get all this money?

Paul, come down!

Ah. Women are all the same.

They always want to drag a man
down to their own level.

Where did you get them from?
What's happened?

My whole life's changed,
that's what's happened.
Sit down.

Everything I've always wanted
is coming to me now.

My life's beginning at last.

It's really beginning.
How do you mean? What--

there's a man come
from Nottingham,

and he's bought my painting,

and he's gonna send me
to London.

What do you think of that?
London?

He's going
to have me trained.
Paul, are you serious?

I've got a patron.
When do you go?

All the pictures
I want to paint, and they'll
be shown in a gallery.

Paul, I'm so glad for you.
I'm gonna be famous,
and I might even be rich.

And do you know
the funny thing about it?

This man,
this wonderful man--

oh, listen.
Please listen.

He's the same man we saw
that day in the castle,

the one that hated my picture.

That's what I thought--
have you finished?

May I say something?

Can I get a word in edgeways?
What?

What?
it doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.
It's wonderful, isn't it?

It's the most wonderful thing
that ever happened, isn't it?

Oh, yes. It's wonderful.
Yes, it's wonderful.
Everything's wonderful.

And you're wonderful.

What are you frightened of?
Paul, I--

I can't always be
so spiritual with you.

Perhaps it's a good thing
I'm going away.

Oh, no. Don't say that.

I'm going to miss you so much.

That's what I was
trying to tell you.

No. You'll only miss
a disembodied spirit,
not a man.

Not somebody
made of flesh and blood.

I am flesh and blood, you know.

I've got a heart that beats.
Feel it.

And my blood tingles.

Don't you think
we've been a--

a little too fierce
in what they call purity?

Being afraid isn't--
isn't pure.

It's a sort of dirtiness.

Oh, I want you,

and I want to love you.

I'm sorry.

I-if you could... help me.

Teach me not to be ashamed.

If you would have me,
you wouldn't be ashamed.

We belong to each other, don't we?
Yes.

Then won't you trust me?
Oh, it's not that.
It's--

what?
I don't know!

- I'm afraid.
- Miriam? Miriam, where are you?

I must go.

You shall have me.

Miriam!

Oh, there you are.

What is it?
Nothing.
I'm out of breath.

You've been running away
from Paul.

I know why.

It's horrible.
Mother, why must it be horrible?

The good lord willed
that we should be born
into this world to suffer.

He willed that we should
love each other, didn't he?

And that when we love,
it should be a joy.

Isn't that what marriage
is supposed to be?
We marry to have children.

And to fulfill that duty,
we have to suffer.

This... between men
and women is ugly.

It's dreadful,
but we have to endure it

if our union is to be blessed.

Mummy!
wait a minute, Hubert.
I'm coming.

Why must it be ugly?

You wicked girl.

Pray to the good lord
to forgive you.

May he keep you pure
in mind and spirit

and protect you
with his strength

from the sins of the flesh.

Mummy, where are you?
All right, Hubert!

oh, lord...

Keep me from loving Paul morel
if I ought not to love him.

But if I may love him,

let me love him splendidly.

* glory, glory hallelujah *

* glory, glory hallelujah **

Oh.

oh, you clumsy drunken fool.

Who says I'm drunk?
It's an accident.

Say you're not drunk, if you can.
"Say you're not drunk."

Only a fancy hussy like thee
could have such a thought.

You bring home
little enough money
without wasting good food,

though there's always
enough to get drunk on.

Well, this is your supper
I'm throwing away.

It's my money,
and it's my house,

and if you don't like my house,
you can get out of it.

This'll do for me.
You leave that alone.
That's for Paul, now.

Paul, Paul, Paul.
He can buy his own food
now, can't he?

Give it over.
You can cut yourself
some bread and dripping.

Oh, I can, can I?

Then we'll all have
some bread and dripping!

You're the most
despicable creature

that ever walked
in shoe leather.

Shut your face, woman.
Go on. Get the dripping!

Not even a knife
to cut the bread with.

You clumsy, drunken lout.
The house is filthy with you.

Then get out of it!

Go on, then!
Get out of my house!

No, Walter.
Get out!

No, Walter!

Walter! Let me in!

Don't be silly, Walter.
Let me in.

Walter. Walter!

Oh, dear.

Oh, the nuisance.
The nuisance.

Paul?

Mother. What happened?

It's your father.
He came home drunk and---
what happened?

I'm locked out.
It's a good job
the neighbors didn't hear.

They'll hear this!

You drunken coward!
What's that?

You coward! You wouldn't dare--
Paul, no! He's your father!

What? You young jockey,
you'll get--

you call that a father?

I'll let him know what
it feels like to be his son!

Couldn't bear it.
Don't ever think it.

I'm sick to death of all of you.

Let me see here.

Mother, sleep on the couch
in the parlor tonight,
not with him.

I'll sleep
in my own bed.
Why?

I'll sleep in my own bed.
Mother, you can't love him now,
not after all--

he had all of my love once,
Paul, a long time ago.
He was different then.

He was so handsome
with his way of laughing.
He was always laughing.

I loved him then.

I don't want to hear any more.

The first day I saw him,
I felt as if I'd--
I'd drunk wine.

I thought he was so brave
working down there
under the earth.

He only laughed and he said,
"oh, you get used to it.

You pop out at night,
like the mice,
to see what's going on."

If he was a man then,
why did he stop?

Because I made him face things.

This house-- he-- he told me
that he owned this house.

It was only a week
before William was born

I found out we only rented it.

We-- we didn't even own
the furniture.

Did you tell him
you'd found out?

He couldn't bear that.

He'd promised to give me
all the things he thought
a lady ought to have,

and I made him see there was
nothing behind all his show.

I don't think he ever
forgave me for that.

And now he's what he is,
and I--

Good night, son.
I'm not going to London.

I can't leave you
alone with him.

You can't throw away the only
chance you've ever had.

You're more important
than anything I do.

And you're my future.
You go to London, son.

I'll start at Jordan's
next week.

Is this what I stayed for?
To have him hold you back now?

There's nowhere to go
without you.

But will you be happy, Paul?
I-- I want you to be happy.

We'll manage, mother.

Good night.

I've brought thee
a cup of tea, lass.

Mmm-hmm? You're dressed.
Why didn't you wake me?
No cause. It's early yet.

Drink it up. It'll pop thee
off to sleep again.

I must get Paul his breakfast--
no, no. That's seen to.

Go on. Drink.
Take it.

I'll bet my life
there's no sugar in it.

That there is.
There's an extra-big lump,
special for thee.

Mother?

She's having her rest.
Take your breakfast, lad.
It's ready.

I don't want any.
Now don't be a baby.

Take your hands off me.
Paul. Sit down
and eat your breakfast.

You don't want to go
upsetting your mother.

You dare say that.
Oh, grow up, lad.

It's happened before.
It'll happen again.

Your mother and I have
been together a long time.

We understand, if you don't.
Now come on. Sit down.

Come on. Eat it up
and stop being a softie.

There, lad.

Excuse me.
Could you tell me where
I could find Mr. Pappleworth?

Spiral department,
through there.

You the new lad?
Yes.

You're early for Pappleworth.
Anyway, you can wait in there.

You might take this corset
frame and give it to my--

the overseer, Mrs. Dawes.

Thanks.
yes.

If you want to try that on,

there's a room at the back.

Oh, no. Thank you.

This is for, uh, miss Dawes.

You mean Mrs. Dawes.

Not that there's any
difference at the moment.

She's just come in.
I'll go and get her.

Thank you.

*
Only one fella
and two little girls *

* oh, what could he do
what could he do *

* two little girls
who were anxious to do
what he wanted them to *

oh, a girl's in danger.

* only one fella
and two little girls *

* oh, gee, they were shy
really so shy *

* two little girls
who were sure they would die
from a wink of the eye *

* from the handsome stranger *

* only one fella
and two little girls **

Good morning. We could do
with a bit less noise.

What's this, a complaint?
Where does it hurt you?

no. No, sir.

Uh, this is for miss--
Mrs. Dawes.

It was given to me outside.

It must have been Baxter,
Mr. Pappleworth.

Oh, I see.
You're our new lad.

Yes, sir. Paul morel.
Well, we've lost enough time.

Get your jacket off.
I can see you've met my staff.

Well, we haven't
been introduced.

They talk too much,
but they're a nice lot of girls.

And don't you go and ruin him
like you did the last one.

Polly, may and Emma, trusses.

Connie and Lil,
reinforced corsets.

Beatrice, elastic hose.

Fanny, kneecaps.
Lizzie, packer.

Betty, stocking machine.

Oh, and uh, Clara.

Clara Dawes, our, uh, overseer.
How do you do?

This is Paul morel,
our new packer.

Mrs. Dawes, this is for you.
Thank you.

You'll keep Paul busy, eh?
As busy as we're kept.

It's sweated labor here,
Mr. morel.

The men have seen to that.
Now, Clara,
I've told you before.

You can say what you like
on that platform of yours,

but we don't want it
at Jordan's.

Clara believes
in women's rights.

You don't find that
amusing, Mr. morel?

Why should I?
Most men do.
They laugh at us.

But they're
really frightened.
What are we frightened of?

The idea that we're
as good as you are.

Yes?
no, I can't hear.

If the women weren't
such fools, the men
wouldn't be so bad.

well, whose fault's that?

Now, don't shout.
Oh, be quiet a minute, ladies.

Don't shout.
I'm getting an earhole
full of dust down here.

All right. I'm coming up.
Votes for women.

Well, my lad. Clara will
show you the ropes

much better than I could,
to her way of thinking.

I'll leave you in the presence
of the sex we're all scared of.

Votes for women.

Hello.

I've torn my sleeve
on a branch.

Did you hurt yourself?
No.

How warm you are.

Come inside.
I'll mend it.

No. Let's stay out a while.

All right.

There's a sort of hush tonight.

The whole night's
wondering and asleep.

I suppose that's
what we do in death--
sleep in wonder.

we must go.

yes.

Forgive me.
Forgive you?
I love you.

You hated it, didn't you?

Paul, I--
I'm sorry.

you hated it.

You closed your eyes
and clenched your hands.

And I feel like a criminal.

Oh, no.

I did want so much
to give you my love.

To you, it was a sacrifice.

You did it only for me
and not for yourself.

And for you it can't
ever be any way else,

because that's
the way you're made.

To love with the spirit
and only the spirit, like a nun.

It was a crime for me
to persuade you.

I tried to make myself believe it
would bring us closer together.

It has.

Surely it has.

No.

No, it's only pulled us
further apart.

* silent night *

* holy night **

come on. William and Louisa
will be here soon!

The wind from the scullery
blows through a man's ribs
like a five-barred gate.

Ha. It'd have some difficulty
blowing through yours.

I'm nothing
but a skinned rabbit.
Never was.

a man never
had a better start,

if it was body that counted.

Paul. Paul, you should have
seen your father

when he was your age,

before the coal dust
had scarred his skin.

A fine figure of a man
your father was,

and such a dancer.

give
me back a bit of a rub,

will you, lass?

It's as cold as death.

The next world itself
wouldn't be hot enough for you.

Nay, they'll see it's good
and drafty for me.

Mother, we're here!
William.

Hey.
come on, Paul.
Get your-- go on.

Aaah. Wait, wait, wait.

they'll be waiting to see us.
Come along, quickly.

Mother, Louisa.
How do you do?

What a pretty little house.
How do you do?
You must be tired.

Hello.
William. Would you like
a nice cup of tea?

Well, we've bought you some champagne.
Champagne?

It's beautifully chilled.
Chilled as we were.

There wasn't any heating
on the train.

this is Paul.

Paul! Louisa.

Hello, Paul. Who's going to open
a bottle of champagne?
I will.

I always say Christmas
isn't Christmas without
champagne, don't you agree?

It's a 1902 vintage.
Quite a good year,
I believe,

or so the man
at the shop told me.

Not that way.
I don't want a black eye.
Sorry.

Will always says
I don't know anything,

but he didn't know how to open
a bottle of champagne, either,

before he met me.
Did you, will, dear?

Well, mother,
what do you think of her,

now that you've seen
the rest of her?

Mother was a bit shocked
by your photograph.

She called you a naked bust.
I wasn't naked at all.

I was wearing such
a pretty little dress,

but the man who took
the picture cut it all off.

quick, the glasses.

Here.

How do, lass?

it's father's bath night.

Paul, put it on a plate.

oh, let me help you.
Can I help?

Yes, all right.
You can pour it out.

Mother. I know she's not
like you. She's, uh--

she's not serious.
She can't think.

and everything she wants
costs money.

But you do like her, don't you?
Of course, son.

Champagne's ready.
Will. Will,
wait for your father.

Oh, it'll go flat
if you leave it now.
There's plenty more.

That'll go flat too
if you don't put the cork
in the bottle.

Happy Christmas.
Happy Christmas.
Happy Christmas.

Will? Mistletoe!
Uh, where?

Over there.
Oh, that's the stuff.

- Here you are, love.
- Paul?

I don't think we need it.
Come and help me empty
the bathtub.

they certainly don't need us.

Nor anyone else in the world.

What do you think of her, mother?
She's pretty enough.

But those blessed airs.
She's so silly.

Can't William see that?
Our William's in love.

At the moment, he's blind.
We'll see how long it lasts.

But, mother,
if she makes him so happy,

even if it doesn't last,
it's worth it, isn't it?

If you're thinking of Miriam,
son, I've told you before.

She wants your very soul,
and that won't make you happy.

Oh! I thought you were never
going to let me breathe again.

I think that'd be
a very nice way to die.
Oh.

Louisa, would you like
to see your bedroom?

Thank you!
If I have the breath for the stairs.

Bye, darling.

oh!

Isn't she glorious?

Well, isn't she?

Yes, she's beautiful.

Hey, what's the matter?

I was just thinking--

mother and father
felt the same way once.

You're not suggesting we'll
end up like them, are you?

I'm not sure now.

If it's a real passion,
I wonder if it ever dies.

Well, I can only tell you
ours never will.

And that's real enough.

And, uh, even if I
lost Louisa tomorrow,

she'd still have
changed my whole life.

Wait till you feel
like that about a girl.
Must be marvelous.

Mmm.
I'm so glad
for you, will.

Thanks.

Paul, what is it?

I was always the silent one,

and now you haven't a word
to say to me.

That's true.

Oh, lovely.

Miriam, I don't think
I should come up here anymore.

Paul, you don't mean that.

You can't mean it.
We've been friends for so long.

Yes, but we didn't
stop at friendship.

It's my fault, I know.

But we've got to
face the truth of it.

It didn't get us
anywhere else, did it?

We can't go back now,
and it seems we can't
go forward either.

So I think we ought to
break it off.

What have they been saying at home?
It's not that.

Your mother never liked me.
She was always against me.

It's not that.
Isn't it?
You wait and see.

You wait till you meet
someone you might love,
want to marry.

I don't think I'll ever marry.
Not while she--

she what?

No, I won't try to hurt you,

because I know.

My mother, in her way,
she made me what I am.

I wanted so much to love you.

Shall we see each other again?

No.
never?

Not for a while.

Not until you...
Feel free.

And you? Will you ever
be allowed to feel free?

I could hate you
for making me love you,

making me fail you.

* so she said to me, Charlie,
if you're one of the crew *

* I reckon you're entitled
to see my tattoo *

* and that's why I went sailing
down that trip to Peru *

* on the night
me old lady left town *

* on the night
me old lady left town *

good, sir.

Come on, will.
Give us one of your recitations.

- Oh, no.
- Come on, will.

I've forgotten all that.
That nice one--
Robert Browning.

A bit of Browning.
Come on.
All right, then.

In deference to popular request.
Silence now, for our will.

Uh, let's see, uh, yes.
That's it. Right.

Uh, "home thoughts
from the sea",
by Robert Browning.

Nobly, nobly,
cape St. Vincent to the--

This one isn't supposed
to be funny, dear.

Oh, will, I'm sorry. But I
used to do it at school once.

And I used to say
knobbly, knobbly!

I think we'd better
put it to poltroon.

Where's that elderberry wine?

here you are, Louisa.

Let's drink to our love
and happiness.

conscience is an ugly word

to those who deny freedom!

But freedom is
what we must have!

There are some who say

if we give women their freedom,
they will cease to be women.

Don't believe it.

My friends, just because
women are taken out of
the prison of their home

and allowed to take their
rightful place in the world,

why should that deprive them
of the beauty and grace

and charm of womanhood?

My friends, we will
keep house for men--

We will bear their children,

but not as slaves,

but as is our right,
and we'll fight for it!

Any questions?

Why aren't you in church?

I could ask you
the same question.

We went this morning.

Was there a sermon saying

women like us
won't go to heaven?

Very good, Clara.

I have a question.

Fire.

Are you a free lover?

Yes. We want
the four freedoms--

speech, thought,
opportunity, love.

Hear! Hear!

I am not a free lover!

The branch office
of our movement has
never recommended it.

The point of view
you have just heard

is strictly personal.

That will be all for today.

I hope I haven't given you
the wrong impression.

Free love is not
the basis of our movement.

If you'll read a leaflet--

I've got one already.

You're not an easy subject.
So I've been told.

Well?

You've made me too beautiful.

No, you are beautiful.

That's the only important
thing about me, I suppose?

Coming, Clara?
Yes.

I've asked Mrs. Dawes
to take a walk with me.

That is, if the branch
office approves.

Next time,
I'll answer the questions.

Why did you say I was going
a walk with you?

Well, if you don't want to,
why didn't you go off with them?
I--

shall we? Along the canal.
It's just like Venice.

That man with Betty--
I've seen him at Jordan's.

You've heard the girls talk.
He's my husband.

No, I've only heard that you made
an unhappy marriage.

We've been separated
for two years.

When you married him,
were you in love?

Do you still care for him?

I despise him.

And that's why you left him?

I left him because
he was unfaithful.

Why do you walk so quickly?

You'll catch up with me
if you're interested.

Are you, Mr. morel?

I think so, Mrs. Dawes.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking how lovely
the snowdrops look.

Don't pick them.
Why not?

They look better growing.
They want to be left.

I like them, and I want them.

So you take what you want,

and when you're tired of it
you throw it away?

What do you mean by that?

Miriam Leivers.

The girls at Jordan's
know everything.

Do you think badly of me?

Why should I care?

They're so cold.

It's the snow on them.

But if you hold snow
in your hand for a little,
it melts.

Mmm?
hmm?

Well, th-this is
a nice time to come home.

Is father home?
Upstairs and snoring.

That's where you ought to be.
Have you had...
Anything to eat?

I had tea in Nottingham
with Clara Dawes...
From Jordan's.

Clara Dawes. Now you've
mentioned Clara Daw--

she's a married woman.

She's separated.
That won't stop people talking.

She's a suffragette.
She gets up on platforms

and tells
all those hypocrites
what she thinks of them.

So they talk anyway.

She's awfully nice, mother.

She-- she's proud.
Not a bit cold,
like you'd think at first.

Paul, you're not getting serious
about her?

I don't know.

I've asked her out next week.

It couldn't ever
come to anything, son.

You know it couldn't.

I wonder if anything ever will.

**

**

You've missed your last train.

I know.

You'd better stay the night.
I'll sleep with mother.

What will she say?

She's probably gone to bed.
She won't mind.

Oh. What a mess!

Clara!

Who've you got here?

It's Paul morel, mother.

He's missed his train.
I thought he could
stay the night.

Well, if he's staying here,
he won't have to mind
about the work.

Sit you down. Clara,
get him a glass of stout.

He looks as if
he could do with one.

Haven't you ever had
any more color than that?

I've got a thick skin.
It doesn't show
the blood through.

If you don't like me,
I'll go away again.
No, no, no.

Stay as you are. Light a
cigarette if you want to.

Only don't set fire
to all this lace.

Thank you.
No need to thank me.

I'll be glad to smell a bit
of smoke about the house again.

A house without men in it

is like a house without
a fire, to my thinking.

I like a man about,

if he's only something
to snap at.

Do you like lace work?

I'm a widow.
I've no choice.

Must be sweated labor.

Isn't all woman's work sweated?

The men have seen
to that, all right,

since we've forced ourselves
into the labor market.

Now, Clara, you shut up
about the men.

Don't listen to her.

She's forever
on this high horse of hers.

The poor animal's back
so thin and starved,

it'll cut her in two
one of these days.

You work at Jordan's?
Yes. Has Clara
mentioned me to you?

I know more about you
than you think.

You've been going
with Miriam Leivers.

Well, yes.

I know her family well.

Nice enough girl,
but a bit too much above
this world to suit my fancy.

Yes, she is a bit like that.

She'll never be satisfied
until she's got wings and
can fly over everybody's head.

That's her mother's doing.

If religion was strong drink,

they'd never be able
to stand that woman up.

Why, I'd forgotten about them.

Where have they sprung from?
Out of my drawer.

Bought them for Baxter,
and he wouldn't wear them,
would he?

Said he'd reckon to do
without trousers in bed.

Couldn't bear them,
them pajama things.

Well, everyone to his taste.

Yes, I dare say they'd suit you.

Well, you're tired, I expect.

No, no. It takes me hours to
settle down after an evening out.

Let's hope you've got started, then.
It's getting late.

Are you tired, Clara?

Not in the least bit.

Uh, would you care to
have a game of cribbage?
All right.

You don't mind, do you,
if we have a game of cards?

You'll please yourselves,
but it's nigh on midnight.

Well, a game or so'll
make us sleepy.

Would you care to play, uh,
five cards or six cards?

Doesn't matter.

All right, five.
Shall I deal?
Thank you.

It's my crib,
so put a card down.

Ten.

Twenty.
thirty.

Thirty-one.

Eight.

Eight.
that's two.

Uh, 22, 31.
Really.

I've got, uh, 12 pairs two.

You've got 15, two,
and a pair's 10.

Pair of tens is four.

It's nearly 12:00.

Turn 'em.

All right. We'll stop.
Take your pajama things.
Here's your candle.

Your room is above this.
There's only two,
so you can't go wrong.

Good night, and, uh,
hope you sleep well.

Thank you, I always do.
So you ought to, at your age.

Good night.
Good night.

What's keeping you, Clara?

I'm going to stay down here
for a bit. I feel cold.

Well, don't be long.

Clara, I'm going up.

well, that's
the fire all right.

I think that's
everything for the night.

will you unfasten my dress?

Now then, Clara,
aren't you coming up?
Not yet.

be quiet about it
when you do.

I hate to be woken
out of my beauty sleep.

my hand is cold.

Sign.

I'm warning you, morel.

Keep away from my wife,

or you're going to
have me to settle with.

Take your receipt.

get back to your work, girls.
Stop this chattering.

Baxter's dangerous.
Could you fight him?

Easily, with a knife
or a pistol.

It's no joke. He'd kill you.

And what would you do if he did?
Would you go back to him?

I have a few days off
next week.

Let's go away together.
We'd be by ourselves.

We could go to the sea.

There'd be nobody there
in winter.

Mr. Pappleworth wants Paul
to take an order.

If you're too busy, I can do it.

No, that's all right, I'll go.

Well, aren't you going to say it?
Say what?

"You didn't come home
last night, Paul."

You didn't come home
last night, Paul.

Mother, it is serious.

It can't be, son.
A woman you can't
ever hope to marry.

I haven't mentioned marriage.

It's a very different
thing from love.

In marriage, one has to belong,

and I can't ever
belong to any woman.

That's because you haven't
met the right one.

I shan't find the right one
as long as you live.
I'll get your supper.

You're the only one
I'll ever be certain about.

But I can't think of you
going through your life

with no one
to care for you. To--

what's the matter?
Nothing.

Are you not well?
It's nothing!

I'm growing old, that's all.

Well, that's too bad of you.

Why can't a man always
have a young mother?

I'm growing old,

and you'll just have to
get used to it, that's all.

This man, Baxter Dawes,

comes up to me in the pub--
everyone's listenin'--

and says, "keep your son
away from my wife."

How do you like that?
"Keep your son away
from my wife!"

It's too late.

They've gone away
together on a holiday.

He told you, and you let him?

You stupid fool!
Do you think I didn't
try and stop him?

How dare you?
You, of all people,

tell me what's right
and what's wrong!

All these years,
you've been the fine lady,

and I've been the lump of dirt.
And whose fault's that?

I've never encouraged
a son of mine to run
after a married woman!

And what was I supposed to do?
Keep him in chains?

You could have done
if you'd been so minded.

You've kept him in chains
all his life.

Don't you talk to me
about the way I've
looked after our sons--

you who never did
a thing for them
but drag them down!

Better for 'em if I had.
You had you way with Arthur.

What happened to him?

Arthur died young,
but he died a man.

And William, he's had
the good sense to escape.
From you.

From you with your drunken ways.
No, woman, no!

You're the one
he had to escape from!

He had to find a life of his own,
where you wouldn't smother him

as you've smothered this one.
Walter--

it's your fault the lad's
in this trouble now.

It's your fault!
Don't try and fix
the blame on me!

Why do you think
he's gallivanting 'round
with a Nottingham tart?

He's never had
the chance to go courtin'

with an ordinary decent girl.

You put a stop
to anything like that.

You, with your pride
and your jealousy.

Any lad of spirit can throw
off a-a low mannered father.

That's not going to hold him up
when he grows up.

But a mother, a mother
who clings on to him

and won't let him
go for her own selfish sake,

that's enough to ruin his life.

And that's what you've
done to our Paul!

I only wanted him to be happy.

Mmm.

Mmm.

I feel so simple with you,

as though there's
nothing to hide.

you don't feel criminal,
do you?

No.

I was just thinking.

What?
if only they knew.

Who?
everybody.

if they knew, they'd
cease to understand.

What do they matter, anyway?

With only us here and these trees.
What trees?

Nothing matters.
These trees--
these iron ones.

Baxter?

You like your little bit
of guiltiness, I think.

I believe Eve
must have enjoyed it

when she went
cowering out of paradise.

There's Baxter,
and there's Miriam.

Miriam wanted more from me
than I could ever give her.

She wouldn't leave
a single hair of me free

to fall out and blow away.

She'd insist on keeping it.

She wanted the soul
out of my body.

So you put a limit
on the claims of love?

Now you sound like
you're back on your platform.

And what about you?
Did you give Baxter all he wanted?

I gave him every chance.

To get near you,
really near you, so you
belonged to each other?

It seems to me
you treated Baxter rottenly.

You wanted him to be
a Lily of the valley,

and when you found out he wasn't

he was a cow parsley,
you wouldn't have it.

You imagined him
something he wasn't
which is just like a woman.

She thinks she knows what
a man needs, and she's going
to see that he gets it.

He can be starving for what
he really needs,

and she'll have him sit
and whistle for it,

so long as she's giving him
what's good for him.

And what are you doing?

I'm waiting to see
what tune I shall whistle.

Do you ever want to marry me?

Do you, me?

Yes, I should like us
to have children.

But you don't really want
a divorce from Baxter, do you?

No, I don't think so.
Why?

I don't know.

Do you feel you belong to him?

No.
what, then?

I think he belongs to me.

Let's take what we've got
and be grateful.

Don't I exist for you
this morning?

I shouldn't think you'd need
reassurance about that.

I wonder.

About me you know very little.
About me.

What do you mean?

I never seem to have all of you.

It's as though you were
taking someone else.

Who?

Someone just for yourself.

Is it me you want?
Or just it?

Have you ever been loved
more than I've loved you?

It isn't the act of loving.

It's just that you seem
incapable of giving yourself.

It's as though something
were holding you back.

Or somebody.

Tell me. Who?

Didn't Miriam ever tell you?

Shut up, Clara.

Why can't you
come out of yourself?

Shut up!
You don't, you know.

Baxter could.

Better than me?
Yes.

You begin to value Baxter,
now you haven't got him.

I'm only noticing that
he was different from you.

Better, you said!

So. I'm not saying

that you haven't given me
more than Baxter ever has.

Or could ever give you.

Perhaps.

But when I had Baxter,

actually had him.

I had all of him.

But you've
never given me yourself.

When I start making love to you,

I just go like a leaf
down the wind.

And leave me out of it.

Then it doesn't
mean anything to you.

Of course it means something.

Sometimes
you've carried me away...

Right away.

But--
don't "but" me!

Good night.
Good night.

Morel! You gonna fight?
Or take it lying down?

Let me pass.

Mother!

I'm up here.

Mother, are you ill?

I'm giving myself
a bit of a treat.

Paul, what have you done
to your face?

I-- I just had a fall off my bicycle.
Oh.

I've never known you
to be in bed at this time.
It's early. Tell me the truth.

I'm a bit tired, that's all.
I've been to Nottingham.

To Nottingham.
All by yourself?

Well, when you're my age,

it's just as well to see
a doctor once in a while.

Paul, you have hurt yourself.
Oh, mother, it's--
it's nothing.

Uh, what did the doctor say?
I've got to take things quietly.

And he's given me
a bottle of medicine.

Have, uh, you been happy, son?

Yes, mother.
Well, you'll be wanting your supper.

Oh, don't you dare move.
I can look after myself.

Have you eaten tonight?
I've had all I want.

Now, there's some eggs
in the larder--

I'll find something.
I'll find something.

Now are-- you are
telling me the truth?

There's nothing else to tell.

Now, go and wash that face
before it gets septic.

Don't you worry about me.

More tea?
No.

Miss Dawes.
Mmm?

There's a message for you.
Oh, thank you.

Mrs. Dawes.

It's Baxter.
He's been hurt.

I must go to him.

He's alone. There's
no one to look after him.

Wait.

Goodbye, Clara.

Paul.

It is Baxter, isn't it?
All the time.

Yes. You see
how weak I am?

I need to be loved too.

No, Paul.

Let's say good bye,
before we start
accusing each other

and losing everything
we've ever had.

We'll never lose it.
We've paid for it.

I beg your pardon, I'm sure.

Betty,
I have to go out now.

Please take charge.

It'll be a pleasure.

Oh, have I come
to the wrong house?

Your wife's poorly.
She's had another of them turns.

Oh? Fainting fit?

I reckon it's worse than that.
The doctor's up there now.

Is that for me?

Yes. She was anxious
about your tea.

I like my potatoes cut up.

You'll take 'em as you get 'em.

here he comes now.

Good evening, morel.
Is she bad?

I'm afraid it's rather serious.
Heart attack, you know.

May have another.
We've got to keep her very quiet.

I'd best go up.
Can you stay the night with her?

I'll go and get my man his tea
when the boy comes home,

and I'll be right back.

Any change, send the lad
for me at once.

It'll be touch and go
if she has another attack.

Well, you're a fine one.

How do I find thee, lass?

I'm middling.
Just middling.

Is she looking after you
all right?

Aye.

She don't cut up the potatoes!

You'll have to make allowances.

Aye.

Is that Paul home?
He'll be coming up.

Lass, I've--
I've said some hard
things in my time.

I-I didn't mean 'em,
you know that.

We don't want to think
about those things now.

Mother.
now, now, don't fret.

Why didn't you tell me?
Tell you what?

About these attacks.
I met doctor ansell outside.

Oh, my pigeon,
why didn't you tell me?

There's no sense in fussing.

We're going to get you better.

Father and I can
look after ourselves.

And we'll see that you
get a nice long rest.

The cold weather
will soon be over,

once we have the spring
sunshine.

I wish it was spring now.

I'd like to see the daffodils.

Oh, you shall.
I promise you.

You-- you go, son.

I'd like to get some sleep.
Yes. You sleep.

Paul.
yes, mother?

I don't want your father
to see me anymore.

I want to think
of the happy times

when he was brave and laughing.

When he comes in now, I only
think of the other things,
the hateful things.

And I can't bear to look at him.

Do you think that's hard of me?

Perhaps when
you're a little better.

No. I won't be better.

We mustn't pretend anymore, son.

It'll only make us
afraid of each other.

Good night.
Good night, my love.

Paul, come quick!

Mother.

Look, mother. Mother?

I've done your daffodils.
Mother, look.

No! Don't!

mother.

I've done your daffodils.

Mother.

How is she, lad?

Didn't you notice
the curtains were drawn?

When did she go?

You'd only just left.

Don't you
want to see her?
No.

She didn't want me
with her anymore.

Well, you can
go to London now, son.

You still want to go
there, don't you?

I don't know what I want.

At the moment,
I feel I want to
go after her.

Now, don't you let her down.

Your mother
believed in me once, but--

well, I don't know.
I suppose I let things slide.

You're the one
to set things right again.

How, father?

By not letting things slide,
as I did.

If only you could
settle your life without
all this... searching.

I reckon it'll be
much better for you.

Don't you mean easier?

That's Miriam's doctrine
for life--

ease of soul
and physical comfort.
And I despise it.

You do, do you?
Well, I can't think why.

All this cleverness of yours,

this taking your life
into your own hands,

it don't seem to have
brought thee much happiness,

happiness.
if only you could meet some good
woman who could make you happy.

Damn your happiness.

So long as life is full,

that's all I've ever wanted.

And now it's empty
because she's dead.

Oh, she's dead.

I know. I know. So is Arthur.

And the dead don't come back,

but it doesn't mean you can
let them down, does it?

They can still look on,
can't they? Or so we're told.

Maybe they can
help us sometimes.

Let's see if that woman's
got our grub for us.

Paul!

Hello, Miriam.

I heard, Paul.
I'm so sorry.

All those years of
bitterness and struggle.

And illness and death.

I don't know
what it was all for.

For you. You're alive.

Why should I live?
For her.

You've got to
go on living for her sake.

Go on with your painting.

She wanted that.
Painting's not living.

Then be happy just to live.

We should all give
ourselves that chance.

I'm taking mine tomorrow.

Are you going away?

I'm going to train to
be a teacher in London.

Do you plan to go there now?

Yes, I suppose so.

Have you broken off
with Clara Dawes?

Well, she's broken off with me.

She knew it wouldn't last.

You know, I think
we should be married.

Why?

If only to keep you
from wasting yourself.

You might get ill.
Anything might happen,
and I'd never know.

Would knowing prevent it?

At least I could stop you

from being a prey
to women like Clara.

You'd want nothing for yourself?

Dear, lovely Miriam.

I don't think marriage
would be any good.

I only think of you.

I know you do.

You want to put me
in your pocket,

and I should die there,
smothered.

We belong to each other.

You said that yourself once.

I was wrong.

I did belong to my mother.
But now she's dead,

and I don't want her
to live again in you.

Not even in you, Miriam.

I'm sure I'll never find
anyone as good as you...

Or any love as good as yours,

but I don't want to find it,
because I want to be free.

I don't ever want to
belong to anyone again.
Never anymore.

And, perhaps,
I'll understand at last
what it means to live.

Good bye.