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No, I won't go out.
I'll never, never go out!

Now, my dear.

But I don't want
to go out, mother!

Now, tell mother
what's the matter this time.

I don't want to go out
because she's out there.

Go90!

What's this terrible
quarrel about?

- I'm building a wagon, mother.
- Yes?

And she wants to build
a dollhouse.

Well, why don't you make a wagon

and why doesn't she
build a doll's house?

Because she's got
all the boards.

Won't she divide the boards?

But that won't do any good.

I need them.
I need all the boards.

A wagon

a wagon needs a lot of boards.

A dollhouse doesn't need many.

A dollhouse
doesn't even need anything.

Why doesn't it need anything?

Because it isn't worth anything!

Gogo, you must not annoy
your mother anymore.

Run out and play, dear. Please.

Alright, I'll go.

But I'll never speak
to her again as long as I live.

And they were all
my boards, mother.

They were in my yard
and he came over and took them.

- And what did you do?
- I took them back.

Oh, but, darling, you must be
generous and share your boards.

I did, mother,
but he wants them all!

Now, dear, be nice to Gogo.

You know his mother's very ill.

Now, please run out and play
and make up with him.

I'll go out,
but I'll never make up with him.

I never want to see him again!

Forever and ever and ever.

He's nasty. He's selfish.

He's... he's just an old person!

Go90!

Hello.

Oh, hello.

I'll give you
just one more board.

This one. A big one. See?

What good is one board?

But it's such a big one,
you can split it.

And anyway, you can make
your wagon smaller.

You don't know
anything about a wagon.

If you weren't selfish,
you'd help me build a dollhouse!

A dollhouse!

- It's just as good as a wagon!
- It isn't any good!

What do you do with it
after you've done it?

What can a wagon do?

A wagon...

A wagon can do anything.
It can haul.

Haul what?

How do you know
when there's somebody who

who wants something
to be hauled, maybe?

You can't make a wagon anyway.

I can't if you have
all the boards, can I?

But doesn't a wagon
have to have wheels?

Yes, of course they do.

You haven't any wheels.

Oh, no, you don't!

I... I didn't say anything,
did I?

I know what
you were thinking about!

But if I hauled something,
we could buy a 100 wheels.

I don't want a 100 wheels.

I could buy a 1000 wheels.

I want these!

Look what you've done!

Look at her face!

Oh, she looks the same to me.

I will never play
with you again!

I'd rather play
with any other boy in Paris.

And you get in your own yard!

I'd rather play
with any other girl in Paris,

and I'm going in my own yard.

Go in your own yard
and see if I care.

And don't you ever
come in my yard either!

Gogo.

What?

Do that again.

Do what?

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya.

It's so funny. Why do you
do it with your thumb?

This finger is supposed
to do it,

but you always do...

I do it my own way!

Gogo, do it again.
I'll give you a board.

I don't want a board!

I'll give you two boards.

I don't want any boards.

Gogo, look.

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya.

Madame Dorian! Madame Dorian!

Quick. Quick!

- Yes?
- Oh, Madame Dorian, please!

Send for the doctor, quick.

Gogo. Gogo.

Gogol Come here, dear.

Quick! Please!

Come, darling! Hurry! Come here.

Fetch a priest.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy Name.

Thy Kingdom come,

Thy will be done on Earth,
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom,
and the power and the glory...

Gogo, don't cry.

And there they were

before his tent
on the battlefield.

Oh, hah, I remember
as if it were yesterday.

Before his tent in, uh, council.

And as I rode up to the general,

the great Napoleon himself,
I, this, this, uh... uh...

Oui, you got off your horse.

Dismounted.

I dismounted
giving the grand salute.

Awaited orders.

I wish we could keep him here
with us, with Mimsey.

These relatives in London
shouldn't be gentle

or understanding with him.

Such a strange child,
and so sensitive.

Oh, well,
I suppose we shall know soon.

"Duquesnois,"
said the great Napoleon,

"Major Duquesnois..."

- Crick!
- Crack!

It was a night in late autumn,
frost was on the ground...

But there were no fires lighted

that the enemy might see,
and there they sat.

Napoleon and his generals.

Crick! Crick!

- Mrs. Dorian, please.
- What name, please, sir?

Colonel Forsythe, from London.

Madame Dorian
has been expecting you.

- Won't you please come in, sir?
- Thank you.

Crick!

- Crack.
- Crack.

Ha. That is better.

If you do not answer
if I say, "Crick,"

how do I know
you are paying attention?

You got off your horse.

Dismounted.

"Duquesnois,"
said the great Napoleon...

Yes, there they are.

- They?
- My daughter.

Oh, yes.

They're about the same age

and the dearest children
together I've ever seen.

Hmm.

I'm afraid it's another loss.

Go90!

Your uncle is here from London.

How do you do, sir?

And this is your daughter?

How do you do, my dear?

Oh, how do you do?

Well, let's have a look at you.

Yes.

Yes, you have
your mother's eyes.

And what have we here?

Ah, sturdy.

Sturdy. That's very important
on a horse.

Ah, good wrist.

Good hand.

A fine figure of a horseman.

Many! Adies will watch
you rlde by, my boy.

And now, sir, we'll be
on our way to your new home.

- What new home?
- Wait until you see it.

- But where is it?
- Now, that's a surprise.

- The home is not here in Paris?
- No!

But I don't want to go away
from Paris.

Little boys don't choose
where they want to go.

But I can't leave Paris.

And why not?

B... because I can't.

What?

Ah... I can't!

The desperate love
between children.

Is there anything in the world
forgotten so soon?

I would say, colonel, it was
forgotten the last thing of all.

Alright, run along.

Say goodbye
to your little playmate.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you going away somewhere,
too?

No.

Thank you for looking after him.

Where is the lad?

- Gogol.
- You wait right there now!

In here.

Come back here!

You young scamp!

Don't take me away. Mimsey!

Don't. Mimsey!

Mimsey, I'll be back!

Don't! Don't take me away!

Don't! Mimsey!

Don't take me. Don't!

Huh, Gogo?
What sort of name is that?

It's my name.

Your name? Who gave it to you?

- She did.
- Heh!

Here, stop it, lad.

What's your real name?

Pierre.

Pierre Pasquier.

No. No. That will never do.

Your mother was English.
She was an lbbetson.

And you're going
to be English, too.

An English gentleman
that I shall be proud of.

I have it. Peter!

Yes, your name shall be Peter.

Yes. Yes. Peter.

You may take my family name
and be Peter Forsythe,

or you can take
your mother's name.

- I'll take my mother's name.
- Very well, then.

From now on, your name
shall be Peter lbbetson.

- Leaving early, huh?
- Yes.

But I'm leaving
by Greenwich time,

not Slade's time.

It's five minutes to six now.

Fast in the morning
and slow at night.

What difference does it make
what time it is?

What's that?

Nothing, nothing.

Look here, Peter,
why do you keep saying

things like that for?

As if you had some kind of joke

that no one else knew?

No reason, no reason at all.

You know, I think there's
something wrong with you.

Maybe you should come along
with us oftener and forget it.

- Where?
- Well...

There's all London
and the whole night.

We begin with gin bitters
and barmaids,

and end up with an aching head.

- What's wrong with that?
- I don't know.

Well, what else is there to do?

Nothing.

Well, I'd rather have barmaids

and gin than nothing.

I'd rather have nothing.

Although I give you,
it's better than having an uncle

that talks of nothing,
but hocks and spavins!

- There he goes again.
- Well, have it your own way.

You can stay here and work
if you like, we're off.

Goodbye.

Pull down the shades
and lock the door, Peter.

That's a silly looking...

Bless me!

Bless my soul.

- What was that?
- Uh, I... I'm sorry, sir.

- I threw something.
- Bless my soul.

Oh, it's quite alright,
of course.

But I don't know why
you should be angry.

That looks very satisfactory.

Very satisfactory.

You've evidently solved
that problem, Peter.

Well, goodnight, Peter.

Mr. Slade.

Yes, Peter?

Mr. Slade...

I'm leaving you. I'm through.

Why, bless me, Peter.

I've had all of London I want.

I, I'm fed up with everything
I can think of.

Plans and buildings

and... people and fog

and I... Everything else.

- I'm going to America.
- Peter, you can't do that.

Why, you are the most promising
young man in my employ.

I should hate to lose you.

You can become the most
prominent architect in London

if you'll just apply yourself.

Well, I, I don't feel very
much like applying myself.

Peter, what you need is a rest.

You've been working steadily.

Take a holiday and go to Paris.

- Go to Paris and play.
- Why?

It isn't any good, sir.

- What is it, Peter, a lady?
- No.

- What, then?
- I don't know.

Well, whatever it is, it's no
good runnin' away from it.

Being happy ain't in places.

Being happy is inside of you.

And I think you ought
to be a little ashamed, Peter,

a fine, big young man like you.

That's right, sir.
Give it to me.

It is a little funny, though.

Here I am with everything
to be happy about and I'm not.

And here you are,
as happy as anybody

and well, you have plenty to be
unhappy about if you wanted to.

Don't you go feeling
sorry for me.

I've got everything a person
needs, I have.

I can hear things and smell 'em

and see 'em, too.
Those I want to.

What do you mean
you can see things?

Of course I see 'em.

I can tell you about some things
just as good as you can.

And I know what
that model looks like.

And I've seen the way
the ocean comes in

and goes all white
when it swishes down.

- And flowers, and...
- But, sir.

You can't
really see those things.

You were b...

Yes, Peter, I was born blind.

But I've seen things
just the same.

But... but how could you?
I mean...

You don't see
just with your eyes.

It's inside of you some place.

Some of 'em said it was dreams.

But I says, it's because
I had to see that way.

Well, sir

it's, it's too much for me.

But that's because
you ain't never had to make

anything happen inside of you.

You'll find out what's wrong.

And it'll be there, Peter.

Well, sir, I...

I wish it were
as easy as it sounds.

You try the holiday.

I... I don't really want

you to leave us, Peter.

Well, sir, I'll go to Paris
and I'll come back.

Oh, you make me
very happy, Peter.

Very happy, indeed.

Goodnight.

"The way the ocean comes in"

"and goes all white"

"as it swishes down."

Why don't you try
telling me in English?

- Oh, you're English?
- Rather.

I knew you was English,
I've been watching you

sittin' over there.

Look, I'll be through
my turn here in a bit.

Wait for me?

Why not?

Really?

How would that not be nice?

Oh.

Well, that's funny.
What's the matter with them?

Oh, I don't know.
Nothing I suppose.

But they're just not like...

Well, like you.

Oh, like me.

There never
was anybody quite like me.

Oh, now, you, don't pull my leg.

Alright, I won't.

Oh, I know you won't.

You don't even know
if I have any.

No legs?

You're an odd one.

You don't care
if I have any, do you?

Oh, yes.

Oh, no, you don't.

- Do you?
- Oh, yes, I... I do.

Who is she?

- Who is who?
- The lady.

- Well, there is no lady.
- Oh, come off it, now.

A young man like you wouldn't
be feeling the way you do

if there wasn't a lady
mixed up in it.

There is no lady.

- I... I wish there were.
- What then?

Nothing.

You want some wine?

Yes.

Why does everyone
ask that question?

Oh, you know, you don't
need to grouse over it.

All I asked was...
Now, I really...

I'm not grousing. Alright.
Forget it, please.

Alright.

What do you see?

Crick!

Wait a minute.

Crick!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

- Come on, finish your wine.
- Why?

We're going down the street.

- Garcon!
- Where?

The house where I used to live.

Come on. Let's go and see
if it's still there.

Alright.

You're a queer one,
all the places to go in Paris,

and you hustle me
out into the country.

Come on. Here it is.

- Are you sure?
- Sure?

Is this where you lived?

Yes, here.

Oh, it's a bit run down,
isn't it?

- And she lived there.
- Who's she?

Oh, look.

A kid I played...

Peter, a swing! Oh!

Come on, Peter, swing me!

- I haven't had a swing since...
- Hey, look.

- Whee!
- It was, I... it was right here.

The wagon. Hm. I wish I could
show you that wagon.

Maybe you think
you've seen wagons, but...

Whee!

I want to tell you,
it was the craziest...

Oh, Peter, swing me.

You should have seen

the boards. They were...

Well, they were boards,
I suppose and...

and it had some

wheels.

Yes, it certainly had wheels.

Knowing that they went round
and the thing moved.

Peter, come on.

The bench.

We crawled under there.

Yes, we certainly did.

Hello.

There he is, sir.

Peter.

How do you do, Mr. Slade?

Peter, I was sorry to write

and break into your holiday,

but I knew you wouldn't fail me.

- No, sir.
- And I hope you're rested.

For you've some
more traveling to do.

- Yes?
- To Yorkshire.

Oh, you've heard no doubt
of the Duke of Towers?

- Oh, yes.
- Yes.

At the duke's place
in Yorkshire,

he has decided to tear down
the old stables

and replace them with new ones.

So you must go
on the train at once.

Very well,
I'll see what I can do.

Oh, uh, there's, uh

there's one thing more, Peter.

The duke or probably the duchess
was more than anxious

that whoever I sent was as near
being a gentleman as possible.

- Oh, a gentleman.
- Yes. Yes.

Uh, you will live there
it seems for quite a stretch.

It means that you will be
in very close contact

with the family and...

And as you say,
they want a gentleman.

You speak my very thoughts.

The holiday,
it was successful, I hope?

- Very.
- Oh, I'm glad.

I'm very glad.

There's nothing like a holiday.

Paris and the ladies.

Uh, there were ladies, Peter?

Yes, there... there was a lady.

A lady. Oh, dear, dear,
that sounds serious.

Was she beautiful?

She was very beautiful.

She was eight years old,
still wore a little white dress

and I shall never forget her.

Oh, bless me! Eight years old?

Oh, bless my soul.

Here in the country, we don't
get the fog that London gets,

but I understand
it's been fine in London, too.

Very fine.

And I... I suppose those
are the stables.

Yes, sir.

Well, they've seen their
best day, alright.

Yes, sir, they have.

And a long day it's been, too.

Hmm. I'll go down
and have a look at them.

Yes, sir.

- Mr. lbbetson?
- Yes?

- I'm the Duchess of Towers.
- How do you do?

How do you do?
I expected you this morning.

- Well, I missed my train.
- Oh.

Well, I'll tell you
what we want here.

You see, we need more room
in the stables.

So we want an addition built
onto that end there.

A new wing to match exactly
what you see down here.

Oh, you don't, you don't want
entirely new stables?

Certainly not.

Well, I'm, I'm sorry.

I... I had a fine idea, I think.

I was going to have
the stables sort of a...

Well, almost a new building.

Uh, using part of what's there,
of course,

but, uh, with a new roof
to match your house

as if they'd been built
near the same time.

- Understand?
- Yes, I see what you mean.

But, oh, we wouldn't tear down
the old stables for anything,

Mr. lbbetson.

Well, they're your stables.

Uh, you want this wing to...

To match the other exactly.

Oh.

Well, this is just
a rough sketch.

An idea that'|| make
them all seem new again.

I don't want them to seem new.

Well, uh, I don't mean new
the way you mean.

Uh, they'll look
as old as ever, but...

Well, the only chance
to have any beauty about them

and have them conform to your
own house is to...

Well... something like that.

There's really no use wasting
any time about it,

Mr. lbbetson,
I've told you just what we want.

All you have to do
is just go ahead and do it.

You want the wing to match that?

Yes.

- Well, I can't do it.
- And why not?

Because I don't like it.

Oh, and just what has that
got to do with it?

Because I can't do anything
I don't like.

I see.

It hurts your artistic
temperament, perhaps?

Well, it, uh, hurts something.

And if I were a horse,
I wouldn't even live in it.

I'll send Jenkins up to pack
your bags, Mr. lbbetson.

Thank you, Your Grace,
I've enjoyed my visit very much.

You're impertinent.

And I intended
to be such a gentleman.

Come in.

I've brought you
some dinner, sir.

Really?

Well, well...

What time is it, Jenkins?

- Uh, quarter past eight, sir.
- And my train leaves?

Uh, quarter to past nine.
In exactly one hour, sir.

That singing,
is that the duchess too?

Oh, no, sir. That is the lady
called Jingi from the opera.

- 'Course, you've heard of her.
- Indeed.

- Evidently, a party.
- Uh, no, sir.

Just a few friends.

Will you require
anything else, sir?

No, thank you.

- Oh, just one thing more.
- Yes, sir?

Will you give this to Her Grace?

And tell her I'll repay her
for this lovely dinner.

Very good, sir. Thank you.

I beg pardon, Your Grace.

The young man upstairs asked me
to give you this.

In order to repay you
for the lovely dinner, he says.

- Jenkins.
- Your Grace.

Has Mr. lbbetson left
for the station yet?

No, Your Grace.

I think possibly you better tell
Mr. lbbetson

that the night train
is a very poor one

and that he better wait over
until the morning.

And, Jenkins,
you might ask Mr. lbbetson

if he'd care to come down
and hear the music.

Very good, Your Grace.

My dear, what in the world
has happened?

Look, the young architect
with whom I quarreled,

he's drawn a picture
of the stables

as he would like to do them.

Evidently,
the horses agree with him.

Rather impertinent,
I should say.

Yes.

A very impertinent young man.

Hello.

Hello.

I'd be so glad to be there.

- We might go down together.
- Yes, we might.

It has been a long time
since you went.

You're smiling, Mr. lbbetson.

You saw something in the garden
perhaps, that made you smile?

I thought so, yes.

Now, I thought I saw
the new stables.

Built my way
and they were very beautiful.

Have you always had
your own way?

Oh, since I was so high.

And I've always had my own way
since I was so high.

Hm, no one can remember
that far back.

Oh, I can.

Who are you, Mr. lbbetson?

Uh, an architect.

Oh, yes,
and something of an artist, too.

Oh, my dear,
I've some news for you.

- And good news, too.
- Oh, really?

I just traded
Willets out of a horse.

I traded old major for his colt.
He's a beauty.

Unbroken
and with plenty of spirit.

It'll be good sport
to break him.

Well, I'm very glad
if you are, dear.

Perhaps, you've gathered,
Mr. lbbetson, that my husband

is very much interested
in horses.

Possibly, Mr. lbbetson isn't
quite so interested in them.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're going
to build our stables?

Oh, yes, indeed he is,
and he's decided

to do them my way, haven't you?

Mm, a slight difference
of opinion, I hear.

I hope you stand by
your conviction, sir.

Are you fond of horses?

Well, uh, I'm afraid
the way I was brought up

didn't give me
any great fondness for them.

Well, every man
to his choice, of course.

If you're not interested,
I warn you to change

the subject quickly

because my husband talks horses

quite as well as he rides them.

- And he's a very fine horseman.
- I'm sure he is.

- It'll be alright?
- Mm-hm.

That little colt's
my special favorite.

And he doesn't like
the rain a bit.

He doesn't either.

All he needs is a pipe,
slippers and a mug of ale.

Well, the work's
nearly finished, isn't it?

Odds and ends, nearly.

And very nice, too.
Thank you, sir.

I hope you can write Mr. Slade
I was a gentleman.

Oh, yes, you've been
most patient with me

and with my stupidity.

No, I've enjoyed it thoroughly.

I, I mean...

Uh, put on the deeper curve,
I think.

- Come here...
- Here they are.

Take him to the clearing,
back at the paddock.

- Yes, sir.
- I'll ride him there.

I do wish you'd let Richards
ride him first.

Oh, we'll get along famously.

We understand each other.

Or we will.

He's coming along.
He has sense. Learns quickly.

It was a fine exhibition.

Oh, well, he rides horses

almost as well as he talks them.

Isn't that what you said?

Everybody can do something.

As for you, Mr. lbbetson,
you're to be congratulated too.

The stables are coming along
very nicely indeed.

Thank you very much.

I noticed they were
finally built your way.

Oh, yes, yes, I can see now

that I was quite wrong
about them.

Well, I'd better go up
and change.

He is a good horseman.

Are you a little envious?

Perhaps.

Well, we can all do something.

But what can I do?

Smile.

Oh.

And quite enough.

How gallant.

Well, I better get back
to what I can do.

You know, I think
it's going to rain after all.

You better get your little house
and your papers

back under their shed again.

There's quite a storm gathering.

I dreamed about
a storm last night.

It was rather like that,
the sun was shining

quite brightly here
and over there it was so black.

We were out driving
in a coach-and-four.

I never saw anything so black,
you were very frightened.

- But you were smiling.
- Yes, I was.

I was terribly frightened,
and when the storm broke,

and the horses
started running...

I was just as frightened
as you were.

- Only I pretended I wasn't.
- Yes, I know you were.

And do you remember
my saying to you?

Yes, and when they
got to the river,

the horses would stop.

And after we came to the river?

I can't think.

Hmph. Wha... what are we
talking about?

How could we both know
what happened there?

Where?
Oh, you mean in the dream?

Yes, the dream.

But how... how is it
we could both be there

and how could we both
know about it?

Well, I don't know, but...

Well, I assure you it can't be
very important, Mr. lbbetson.

- It must be just a coincidence.
- Now, wait a minute.

We can't laugh it away
that easily.

But it's nothing. Nothing.

We were probably talking about
horses last evening and...

Well, I remember discussing
the storm

that was brewing
and indeed, here it is.

Yes, but why
should it happen to us?

Mr. lbbetson

we're not mystics.

I suggest that we both
forget about it.

Well, we are reflective tonight.

No trouble with the stables
I hope, Mr. lbbetson?

Oh, no.

And you are pleased?

Oh, very much so.

And how much longer,
Mr. lbbetson,

before the stables
will be completed?

Oh, uh, two or three days.

That soon?

- About.
- A quick job, I should say.

And how long have you
been here, Mr. lbbetson?

Uh, two months tomorrow.

Just?

And how long
have you been in love

with my wife, Mr. lbbetson?

- No, thank you.
- Ah, string beans.

Early this season, Jenkins.

Or are these beans
from our garden?

Yes, Your Grace.

And how does the garden grow
this season, Jenkins?

- Average?
- Uh...

Better than average, Your Grace.

In fact,
I've never seen it better.

That will be all, Jenkins.

Explain yourself.

I'm not a fool, my dear.

And don't try
to take me for one.

I mean, you're in love.

But that is obvious
and not to the point.

The point is, Mr. lbbetson,

are you to be
congratulated again?

- Meaning?
- Meaning...

Just where do we stand?

Has it gone beyond a kiss yet?

Why don't you answer him?

- What for?
- Yes, what for?

Have we ever so much
as touched fingers?

No.

Have we ever given
such a thing a thought?

I've given nothing else
a thought.

Have you?

- Hm, a lovers' quarrel.
- Are you afraid of him?

- Watch your tongue, sir!
- I'll watch nothing!

I'll tell you
everything instead.

I'll tell you what you've done.

Do you know
what you've done for me?

You've made life bearable.

You've rid me
of a pain in my heart

I've carried all my life.

She was a little girl,
and I... I've c... carried her

in my heart and brain.

A little girl
in a little garden.

We were torn apart.

All women have faded
before her face

until I saw yours.

And now, I'm rid of her.

I look at you and don't see her.

I see you.

Crick...

Crack.

Never mind, Katherine.
Please don't bother tonight.

Anything else I can do,
Your Grace?

Nothing, thank you.

- Goodnight, Your Grace.
- Goodnight.

I think everything's
been packed, sir.

- If you care to, uh...
- Take, uh...

Take them down to the carriage.

I hope I haven't, uh...

Take them down to the carriage!

I just want to know
how things are.

What things?

Does the young man
still leave in the morning?

He does.

And you will regret it,
of course.

That has nothing whatever
to do with it.

My dear,
I may not be your great lover,

but I have the pride of one.

And?

I must be very sure

that the Duchess of Towers

is the Duchess of Towers.

I'm not a barmaid.

I grant you.

So it will be unnecessary
to forbid you

to even see him again?

I do not intend
to see him again.

Very good.

And now, we'll forget
all about it, won't we?

All about it.

Come here.

Tonight. Now.
We're leaving here.

You couldn't go.

Could you?

- Not without you.
- Peter, we can't.

Listen, Mary.

I loved you years ago
and I lost you.

And I've never known
a moment's peace

from that day until now.

I went back to that garden
not long ago

and you were still there.

In that funny
little white dress.

And I knew then that
I had never loved anyone else

and never could.

And when I met you here,
I didn't know it was you,

but I fell in love
with you again.

And I'm not gonna lose
you again. Not ever.

I don't want any more of life,
Mary, without you.

Where were you, Peter,
all these years?

- You didn't try to find me.
- We'll make up for it.

We said we'd find each other.

The train leaves
in a little while.

We'll see him first
and tell him,

and then we'll wait
in the station.

We can't.

You mean you don't care enough.

- Oh, Peter...
- What else could it be?

You got married. I didn't.

You forgot our garden.

Yes, that's it.

I forgot, didn't I?

Do you know how much I forgot?

Oh, yes, I forgot the garden
and the little white dress.

That's why I kept it, I suppose.

And then I got married,
didn't I?

And that
couldn't have been because

life was so empty
that nothing mattered.

Mimsey.

They... they tore it all
to pieces,

pulling me down out of the tree.

Get dressed.

- I'm afraid.
- Why?

I don't know.

But he's been kind.

- We'd have to hurt him.
- We can't help that.

That isn't reason enough
for losing each other.

Do you remember this afternoon
at the stables

we found we even shared
each other's dreams.

- What was that, Peter?
- I don't know.

But I do know
that we knew what had happened.

And I know this.

No two people could be so close

if they weren't meant
to love each other.

It isn't right unless
you think of anything else.

You know that, Mary.

Yes.

'Course, I know that.

Mimsey, it's you.

Very, very pretty.

I should have waited for your
permission, Mr. lbbetson

before coming
into my wife's bedroom.

I'm sorry.

The instant you thought
I had gone...

- That's a lie!
- Peter.

My wife protects her lover.

A woman as I've never
seen her before.

A woman in love... at last.

Yes, we do love each other.

We've loved each other
all our lives.

And there isn't anything
any of us can do about it.

He is not my lover.

We would have gone away,
but there couldn't be

anything behind your back...

I've heard enough!

But you're right, my dear,
you will not make love

behind my back.

I'll give you your one chance.

There never lived
a Duke of Towers

who would give you any other.

Get into your lover's arms.

Still trying to starve
yourself to death, are you?

His Lordship
don't like the cuisine.

- Quiet. Quiet, you!
- Ha-ha!

I'll tell you
what the governor says.

He says you got a sentence to
serve and you're gonna serve it.

Tomorrow, we'll shove it
down your throat.

With the Duchess' regard.

I said, quiet!

There's your water.

Would you stay
with us awhile, Mr. Towers?

How can he stay? He's got
a date with the Duchess tonight.

I thought he was here for life.

He's gonna meet her after that.

Sure, sure, after life.

In jail for life, for a wench.

Oh, but she was worth it.

I've been here 16 years
and I know.

Well, I've been here ten.

Only I croaked her
instead of the gent.

I'm sure she was worth it,
wasn't she, Mr. Towers?

Tell us all about her. Come on.

Come on, tell us all,
Mr. Towers.

Tell us. Come on.

Quiet! Get back there!

Stop this!

You must like the dungeons.

Ten days aren't enough
for you, eh?

Forty lashes will quiet him.
A born troublemaker he is.

Won't eat, won't talk,
won't even hear you.

- He'll hear the whip.
- They'll all hear it.

If there's one more peep out
of any one of 'em tonight.

Light the gas.

And how much longer,
Mr. lbbetson,

before the stables
will be completed?

Has it gone beyond a kiss yet?

The children have grown up.

My wife protects her lover.

The honor of my house
has been violated.

Get into your lover's arms.

I will content myself
with passing upon you

the sentence of the law,

which is life imprisonment.

- Order!
- And that is how it happened.

My husband fired first.

- And...
- Guilty!

In passing sentence,
this court regrets

that the only punishment
it can give to the woman,

whose unholy love
brought about this tragedy,

is the reproaches
of her conscience.

They can't keep us apart!

We'll find a way.

I won't go. I won't go.

No, I won't go, I tell you!

I tell you, I won't go!

Let go of me! Let go!

Silence!

I said, now that's enough.

Silence, I said!

Hm. Spine.

Worse than I thought.
Not much we can do for him.

Not worth moving him,
poor devil.

Can't last long. Hopeless.

Peter.

Peter, dear.

Peter.

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Mary!

Listen, dear.

Listen.

You're free, Peter.

You're free.

Free?

Take my hand.

We're going to escape.

How?

Take my hand.

It's a dream.

Come, Peter.

It is a dream!

Peter...

Peter.

Listen to me.

Don't you understand?

We're dreaming together,

just as we did once before.

But it isn't real.

Who is to say what is real
and what is not real?

We're dreaming, true.

A dream that is more
than a dream.

Oh, you must believe me!

Believe? Lies!

All this is a lie, I'm dreaming.

I'm dreaming you.

I'm dreaming myself!
I'm not talking to you here!

I'm sleeping over there
with a broken back.

It's going to be a long sleep
because I've made up my mind

I'm going to die tonight.

I know. I know.

And you will, unless...

I'm... I'm talking to you

as if you were really here.

I am here.

Oh, you must believe that,
Peter, it's our only chance.

Don't ask why, just

just believe.

Perhaps it's because
our love is so deep.

Oh, Peter, don't you see
what is before us?

We can be together,
not only now, but always.

It's happening now.

It's happened before

and we can make it happen again.

No! No...

In a moment you'll disappear

and I can't wake up
to this again.

Leave me alone! Leave me alone.

I won't.

I won't let you die.

I love you.

They're driving me from you.

I must find some way.

Peter, look. Listen to me.

Do you see this ring?

Is it real? Remember it.

If I promise to send it
to you tomorrow,

will you try to live until then?

When you get this ring
here tomorrow,

then will you believe?

Look at it.

Unless I'm really here now,

I couldn't know
to send it to you.

Look at it. Do you see it?

Yes.

Remember it.

You'll get this ring tomorrow.

Mary

tomorrow.

Not worth moving him,
poor devil.

Can't last long.

Mary... tomorrow.

- What are you doing?
- Getting this man out of here.

Thought I told you
to get him out last night.

The warden sent us
on another job.

He's alive!

He's what?

He's alive.

Did it come?

Did what come?

Oh.

It didn't come.

Peter lbbetson.

I see no reason
why it can't be arranged.

I think it can't, Warden.

The man died last night.

Aren't you mistaken, doctor?

I feel sure he's alive.

I examined him myself.

I would know if he were dead.

I feel...

Will you take this ring
to him at once?

- Madam...
- Please!

It didn't come.

You mean this?

It's real.

Of course, it's real.

It's true?

It's a ring.

It looks like a ring...

it isn't.

It's the walls of a world

inside it

is the magic of all desire.

Inside it is

where she lives,

and everything inside
leads to her.

Every street

every path,

and the eighth s... sea.

It's a world.

It's our world.

Peter.

Peter.

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Peter. Peter!

There's no one here
but you and me.

Look.

I'll give you
just one more board.

I didn't know whether it was
really there, I... I was afraid...

But you needn't
be afraid, Peter.

The strangest things are true

and the truest things
are strange.

What're you going to do?

I'm gonna build
a wagon I never finished.

Look.

They're our tracks!

We made them in the mud
yesterday, remember?

So we could walk in them
when they dried.

How clear it is.

Clear as the top of the world.

It is the top of the world!

Of course.

We came from way down there.

Tiptoe on top of the world!

Listen.

Do you hear it?

Is it music?

Music, sir, I heard it today

and I brought it with me
so you could hear it, too.

I knew you'd like it.

And I have a gift for you.
It's why I brought you here.

Would you be
good enough to look?

Oh, Peter, how beautiful.

How did you do it?

I built it for you

out of the clouds,
the heavens and the stars.

All very simple.

All very beautiful.

- Yeah.
- Let's go in.

What's the matter?

We can't go in.
A breath would blow it away.

Don't think such things.

They'll come true.

We're free forever
as long as we live.

"As long as we live?"

As long as we live.

Listen.

What's that?

The music of the organ,
that's all.

Listen.

Don't you hear it?

It's the thunder of the world!

Mary?

Peter?

Peter!

We lost each other

it might happen again
for always.

We made the storm
and the terror, Peter.

- I know.
- We didn't believe, we ran.

I made you afraid.

You see, I can't quite
get the chains off my feet.

No more words. No more fears!

They divide us.

Maybe we are still too much tied
to our bodies back there

to be quite free,
but, but always

we can come here.

We'll be with each other
every possible moment.

Every moment.

As long as we live

for years and years and years.

Very faint.

The wonder is it beats at all.

Strangest case I've ever known.

Young man, you're going to live.

Live?

Now... yes.

For years.

For years and years

and years.

But, Your Grace, you're tired.

Your Grace,
you're as white as a sheet.

I'm quite alright, Katherine.

Now just please go.

Ah, but you're not alright,
Your Grace,

you even have a fever.

I'll get the doctor
straight away.

I don't want the doctor.

- But, Your Grace.
- Please!

Just go, Katherine.

Very well.

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Mary, what?

It's alright.

I'm frightened,
that's all, a little.

What are you frightened about?

It's alright, really.

Peter, hold my hands.

- Yes.
- Peter...

- Yes, dear.
- Listen, darling.

There's something
we have to face.

It's something, something...

We can't meet here forever.

I... I hadn't thought about that.

I'm too close to heaven.

How much longer?

Oh. Oh, a lot longer. Look.

Look, we're both so young.

A lot longer.

Peter, hold my hands.

Mary. Mary!

It's cold.

Hold my hands, Peter.

Tighter. Tighter.

Mary...

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I will make all arrangements.

Don't take it so hard.

Death comes to us all.

Peter.

- Mary!
- I'm here beside you.

I hear your voice
but I can't see you.

Oh, hear me then, my dear.

I have such a little time.

I feel that I'm hanging

to a window sill by my wrists,

but I had to reach you.

I fought my way back

to bring you peace.

Every thought,
every fear that you've had,

I know already.

That's why
I had to come back to you.

- Oh, Peter, you do hear me?
- Yes, Mary.

There's so much to say
and so little time

to say it in.
I'm waiting for you.

Then there is something else,
Mary, beyond?

Oh, Peter, I knew
how to tell you about it

before I left, but here...

Here there, there are no words
for such loveliness.

A loveliness greater than
any we've known.

I can hear the flowers growing

and the bells pealing
for life and for death.

You'll have just begun to live,
Peter.

Mary, I...

I know.

There is nothing more to say.

Goodbye, my loved one.

No more fear.

No more pain.

Rest well

for such a little while

and then we will be together

forever.

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Mary, you've forgotten
your gloves.

You mustn't lose them.

I'm coming to give them to you.