Heavenly Creatures Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Heavenly Creatures Script









New Zealand's city

of the plains.



Here, when spring comes

to Canterbury,



daffodils bloom gay

and golden



in the woodland

of Hagley Park.



Through the park,



tree-bordered, green-banked,

the Avon flows,



a small and placid stream.



The riverbank is cool

and green,



a quiet haven from the bustle

of the city.






Nearby are tall buildings,



busy streets,

and the heart of the city,



Cathedral Square.



Every city street is flat,



so there are bicycles




This is a city of cycling.






Mothers, fathers, sons,

and daughters all on wheels...



cyclists of all ages



from   to    ride to play

or work each day.



There are thousands of them,



and only Copenhagen

is said to boast more bicycles.



Canterbury University




weathered gray stone buildings,

shadowed cloisters.



It was here Lord Rutherford

began a great career.



The girls' high school stands

in Cranmer Square,



and not far away are

the broad acres of Hagley Park,



with playing fields

for many sports.



In spring, summer, and autumn,



Christchurch gardens are gay

and colored.



Yes, Christchurch,



New Zealand's city

of the plains.




































It's Mummy!



She's terribly hurt!



Please... help us!






  Just a closer walk

with Thee  



  Grant it, Jesus, is my plea  



  Daily walking close to Thee  



  Let it be, dear Lord,

let it be  



  Now, I am weak

and Thou art strong  




keep me from all wrong  



  I'll be satisfied as long  



  As I walk,

let me walk close to Thee  



  Through this world of toil

and snares  



  If I falter, Lord,

who cares?  



  Who with me

my burden shares?  



  None but Thee, dear Lord,

none but Thee  



  Just a closer walk

with Thee  



  Grant it, Jesus, is my plea  



  Daily walking close to Thee  



  Let it be, dear Lord,

let it be  


















The imperfect subjunctive,

like the imperfect indicative,



indicates action in the past.




He wanted her to give him

the money.



Translate, somebody.






He wanted her to give him

some money.



Put up your hand.



I will not have girls talking

out of turn in my class.






Good morning, girls.




Good morning, Miss Stewart.






Miss Waller, class...

this is Juliet Hulme.



Juliet is joining us

from St. Margaret,



and prior to that,

she spent some time



at Queenswood

in the Hawkes Bay.



I am actually from England,

Miss Stewart.



Of course.



Juliet's father is

Dr. Hulme,




of Canterbury College.



Juliet has traveled

all over the world.



And I'm sure she's very eager

to share her impressions



of exotic lands across the seas

with the girls of  A.



Hmm. Well, I'll leave you to it,

Miss Waller.









You can

sit over here, Juliet.



We use French names

in this class.



You can choose your own.



Now, irregular verbs

in the present subjunctive...




I doubted... that he would come.



Excuse me, Miss Waller.

You've made a mistake.




"I doubted that he would

come" is, in fact,

the spoken subjunctive.



It is customary to stand

when addressing a teacher...






You should have written







I-I must have copied it

incorrectly from my notes.



You don't need to apologize,

Miss Waller.



I found it frightfully

difficult myself



until I got

the hang of it.




Thank you, Juliet.



Open your textbook

to page   .



Right, I thought we'd do

some life drawing today,



so why don't you pair off

into twos



and decide who wants to model

and who wants to draw?






Oh, Juliet,

you haven't got a partner.



Oh, that's all right,

Mrs. Collins.



I'm sure I can manage

without one.




are you with anybody?






You can come up here

and pair up with Juliet.



Draw some heavier

lines there.



You might want to

change the color.

Make it a bit darker.



That's very nice,




Good heavens, Juliet.



What on Earth is this?



St. George and the dragon.



Where's Pauline?



Oh, I haven't gotten around

to drawing her yet.



I was going to pop her

on a rock,



but I seem to have run out

of room.






I don't know if you've

noticed, Mrs. Collins,



but I've actually drawn

St. George in the likeness



of the world's greatest tenor,

Mario Lanza.



Yes, I know.

It's very clever, Juliet.



But when I set you a topic,

I expect you to follow it.



Now, put that down

and start again.



I think

your drawing's fantastic.






Ooh. Mackerel.



Well, we'll have them

for lunch tomorrow.



Oh, let's have them now while

they're fresh, eh, Honora?




I think you'll find



our Mr. Bayliss isn't

too keen on seafood,



and I've got lamb chops

in the refrigerator.



Excuse me.



Would you mind if I put

my new long-playing record on?



You're partial to

a nice bit of mackerel,

aren't you, Steve?



Uh, well, actually, I'm not much

of a fish man, Mr. Rieper.



Oh, you have been

splashing out.



Oh, it's all right!

I've got my board money.












Well? Tell us.



How'd you go?



Got an "A," Mum.






Oh, don't worry about it now.

We'll sort it out after dinner.



You go and put

your record on.



Doris Day.



I think

she's really talented.






Got to be quick

in this house, mate.



  Be my love for no one else

can end this yearning  



  This need

that you and you alone...  



Hey, isn't that

that famous Irish singer,



Murray O'Lanza?



He's Italian, Dad.



The world's greatest tenor.



 ... the dreams

that you inspire  



  With every sweet desire  




-   Be my love  



  And with your kisses

set me burning  



Stop it!



  One kiss is all I need

to seal...  



You're spoiling it!



  And hand in hand  



- Oop! 

-   You'll find  



- Go away!

-   Love's promised land  



  There'll be no one

but you...  



And left...






and left...



and right...



and left...









Can I have another look?






Lift those legs high,




keeping those legs straight.









That's so impressive.



Can I touch it?



Carry on now.

You're doing well.






I've got scars.

They're on my lungs.



I spent months in bed

during the war,



ravaged by respiratory




Mummy and Daddy sent me

to the Bahamas to recuperate.



I didn't see them

for five years.



But we're together now,



and Mummy's promised

they'll never leave me again.



I spent ages in

hospital, too, with my leg.



I had to have

all these operations.



Osteomyelitis turns

your bones to chalk.



Took them two years to

drain all the muck out.



Cheer up.



All the best people

have bad chests and

bone diseases.



It's all

frightfully romantic.















Oh! Hi, Paul!




- Aah!

- Oh!



The evil Prince Runnymede

is escaping!






Get him, Paul!












Come on!















The blighter's gone

to ground!






- Aah!

- Ahh!



Oh, God, Jonesy!



Jonesy, stop it!






Leave her alone,

you rotten little turd!



But she's an invader!



Go away.

We're not playing anymore.



Go on.

Bugger off.



You said a swearword.

I'm telling Mummy on you.



And I'm going into

your bedroom to break

every one of your toys.






I'm sorry.






Oh, God!



I'm so sorry.



It doesn't matter.



Of course it matters!



It's Mario.






What on Earth are these?



They're egg-and-salmon




and I gave them to you

several days ago.






Yeah, I thought

I could smell sulfur.



God, Henry.

You're hopeless!



Can't be trusted

with anything as simple

as lunch.






Oh... hello.



Mother, Jonesy broke

Paul's record!



Oh, dear.



We must buy her another one.



Would you like

a cup of tea... Paul?



Um, no, thank you.



Well, Juliet's told us

all about you.



I hear you're very fond

of opera.




which one shall we play?



Juliet, your father

is trying to study.



Daddy can study

while we're playing records.



Why don't you

go back outside, hmm?



I'll be finished soon.





















  There's a song in the air  



  But the fair señorita

doesn't seem to care  




-   For the song in the air  



  So I'll sing to the mule  



  If you're sure

she won't think  



  That I am just a fool

serenading a mule  



  Amigo mío, does she not have

a dainty bray?  



  She listens carefully

to each little tune you play  



  A bèlla señorita  



  Sí, sí, mi muchachito  



  She'd love to sing it, too,

if only she knew the way  



  But try as she may  



  In her voice there's a flaw  



  And all

that the lady can say  






  Is "Heeha-a-a-a-a-w"  



  Señorita donkey-cita

not so fleet as a mosquito  



  But so sweet

like my Chiquita  



  You're the one for me  






  There's a light

in her eyes...  



Oh! Oh!





















Oh, God!




are you all right?!



I... I think...



I'm dying.







- Please.



Please don't!












- Ugh!




You've been eating onions!



You toad!



- Oh!







  There's a light

in her eyes  



  Though she may try

to hide it  



  She cannot deny

there's a light in her eyes  



  The charm of her smile

so beguiles Don Diego  



  That he rode a mile

for the charm of her smile  






- Waaaa!

- Wheeee!



  Her face is a dream  



  Like an angel I saw...  






  But all

that my darling can scream  



  Is "Heeha-a-a-a-a-a-w"  



  Señorita donkey-cita

not so fleet as a mosquito  



  But so sweet

like my Chiquita  



  You're the one for me  









Oh, I wish James Mason

would do a religious picture.



He'd be perfect as Jesus.






Daddy says the Bible is

a load of bunkum.



But we're all going

to Heaven.



I'm not.



I'm going

to the Fourth World.



It's sort of like Heaven,

only better,



because there aren't

any Christians.



It's an absolute paradise

of music, art,



and pure enjoyment.



James will be there,

and Mario,



only they'll be saints.



St. Mario.



To be known... as "He."



























Absolutely not!



Orson Welles! Ugh!

The most hideous man alive!



We... give praise...

to the saints.















Oh, wonderful, Mum!



I got

me self a pair of socks!



Oh, Wendy. Oh.



Oh, thanks.



From Dad.






Mario Lanza!

Oh, thanks, Yvonne.



I hope it's all right.



It's from

Whitcombe & Tombs.



I decided

that my New Year's resolution



is to be more lenient

with others.



Pikelets! Yum!



Aren't you going out?



Not until  :  .



This is a private function.

Go away!






Oh! Come on.



- Sausage rolls.

- Come on through.



Look who I found.



Hello... Juliet.



Hello, Mrs. Rieper.



It's so nice to meet you.



And so,

in a blazing fury,



Charles runs

Lancelot Trelawney through



with his sword, leaving

Deborah free to accept



Charles' proposal

of marriage.






I've heard your mother

on   YA.



The Women's Session has

lots of lively debate.



Well, actually,

Mummy's left that program now.



She's far too busy with

the Marriage Guidance Council.



They sound like

a queer mob.






I wouldn't want my private

business being discussed



with a complete stranger.



Oh, no.

Mummy's awfully good at it.



She has deep discussions

with unhappy couples



and persuades them to give it

another go.



In two years,

she's only had four divorces.



She should really be working

for the U.N.



My wife's blaming me.

Says it's all my fault.



And how do you feel

about that, Mr. Perry?



Please... call me Bill.



I don't know what went wrong.

My wife feels that, uh...



Oh, no. No.



Let's talk about

your feelings... Bill.



Mummy's got a special technique

called "deep therapy."



What's that?



I'm not sure,



but it's proving to be

very popular.









Eat up, Yvonne.



It's my middle name.



Yvonne tells us you're...

you're good at making models.



I adore anything

to do with the arts.



Well, we're...

we're pretty handy



with the old model

making, too, eh?



I've never cottoned on

to plasticine like you girls,



but I enjoy making

anything out of wood.



Oh. Are you a carpenter,

Mr. Rieper?



I work at Dennis Brothers...

fish supply.



He's the manager.



This is the dining room.

Do excuse us.



Um, breakfast is between

 :   and  :  .



The bedrooms are small,



but they're very clean

and comfortable.






This, um,

this story of yours...



perhaps the school

newspaper will print it

when it's finished.



Actually, Mr. Rieper,

it's a novel.



And we'll be sending it

to New York.



That's where all the big

publishing houses are based.



Is that a fact?




Well, you'd better put me name

down for an advance copy.



We have decided

how sad it is for other people



that they cannot appreciate

our genius,



but we hope the book



will help them

to do so a little,



though no one

could fully appreciate us.



  How much is that doggie

in the window  



Woof, woof.



  The one with

the waggly tail?  



  How much is that doggie

in the window?  



- Oh, go on.

- Woof, woof.



  I do hope

that doggie's for sale  




California verse.



  I must take a trip

to California  



  And leave

my poor sweetheart alone  






Aah! Aah!




- Aah!

- Ahhhhh!












Charles clutches

his wounded shoulder




- as he gallops

into the courtyard!



Deborah awaits his return

in their private boudoir



at the very top

of the tower!



He smells her scent

from    paces



and urges his steed







He flings open the door



and launches himself

at the bed,



ravishing her!



Oh, God, yes!



I bet she gets

up the duff on their

first night together.



What's "up the duff"?




you wouldn't understand.



- Ugh!

- Ahhhh!



Tell me!

I'm almost   !



You're   / 

and incredibly stupid!







Paul and I have decided



that Charles and Deborah

are going to have a baby,



an heir to the throne

of Borovnia.



What a splendid idea.



We're calling him




Well, that's

a good dramatic name.



Paul thought it up.



Aren't you clever?




There... all done.






Oh, look at you two...



A couple

of Borovnian Princesses




if ever I saw them.






My daughter...



and my... foster daughter.







I can't find that letter



from the High Commission.



They want

our passport numbers.



Are you going abroad,




Your father's attending

a university conference

in England, darling.



We'll only be gone

for a few weeks.



You're not going,

are you, Mummy?



Well, yes,

I-I thought I might.



It's, uh, a long time



for your father and I

to be apart.



But I should go, too.




you've got school.



You've only

just settled in.






Who's coming

to the shops?



Me! I'm coming!



I need some cigarettes.



Put on your shoes,































 Look, Paul!






- Look!

- What?




Oh, it's so beautiful.







Oh, it's so beautiful!



Pretty flowers.









Come with me!









It's all right.

You'll see.






Come on!

Come on!












Oh! Oh!










Juliet and I discovered



the key to the Fourth World.



We have had it

in our possession



for about six months,



but we only realized it



on the day

of the death of Christ.



We saw a gateway

through the clouds.




was full of peace and bliss.



We then realized

we had the key.



We now know we're not genii,

as we thought.



We have an extra part

of our brain



that can appreciate

the Fourth World.



Only about    people have it.



When we die, we will go

to the Fourth World,



but meanwhile,

on two days every year,



we may use the key



and look into

that beautiful world



which we have been lucky enough

to be allowed to know of



on this day

of finding the key



to the way

through the clouds.












It's coming!






Oh, God!






It's a boy!












We have a son and heir.



I shall call him Diello!



Oh, you're

such an incredible woman!



I couldn't have done it

without you, Charles.



The empress Deborah



has the most enormous




fending off her husband,



who tries

to have his way with her



morning, noon, and night.









Thank you, Juliet.









the queen's biggest problem



is her renegade child, Diello,

who has proven to be



an uncontrollable

little blighter



who slaughters his nannies

whenever the fancy takes him!



That's enough, Juliet!






I suppose this is

your idea of a joke!



No, Mrs. Stevens.



I suppose you think it

witty and clever



to mock the royal family,



to poke fun at the queen

and the empire



with this... rubbish!



It's not rubbish!



Sit down, Pauline!




I really don't understand



why you are so upset,

Mrs. Stevens.



I merely wrote an essay

on the royal family,



as requested.



It doesn't say

it has to be the Windsors!



Sit down!






A girl like you should be

setting an example.



To your seat.









Stop it, Juliet!






Mrs. Hulme told me

they had found out today



that Juliet has tuberculosis

on one lung.



Poor Juliet.



I nearly fainted

when I heard.



I had a terrible job

not to cry.



I spent a wretched night.



It would be wonderful



if I could get

tuberculosis, too.






Come on, sit up.



I'm not hungry.



Oh, Yvonne,

you've got to eat.



You hardly ate any dinner

last night.



Now, come on.



I'm not having you

falling ill.



I just want to be on

my own for a while.







you may have forgotten



that you were once

a very sick little girl,



but I haven't.



All right.



Do you think Juliet

could stay here



while her parents

are away?



Juliet's infectious.



She'll be going

to the hospital.



But she'll have no one

to look after her!



Well, her parents won't

be going overseas now.



They have to cancel

their trip.



Don't worry about Juliet.









Well, it's not too late



to cancel

our travel arrangements,



if that's what you want.






I'm sure

you'll like it here.



It's very tranquil.



Oh, I've spoken

to the matron.



She promises to take

extra special care of you.






And you can carry on

with your studies



while you convalesce.



It's for the good

of your health, darling.



Cheer up,

old thing, hmm?



Four months...

fly by in no time.













won't be allowed visitors



for at least

a couple of months, dear.



I've booked you in

for a chest X-ray



just to be

on the safe side.



I thought I'd have a go

at building the birdhouse

on Saturday.




want to give me a hand?



You used to love making

things with Dad, Yvonne.



This evening,

I had a brain wave



that Juliet and I

should write to each other



as Charles and Deborah.



I wrote a six-page letter

as Charles



and a two-page letter

as Paul.



She has entered into



the spirit of the thing







"My dear Charles,



"I miss you and adore you

in equal amounts



"and long for the day

that we will be reunited.



"But as I languish here

in this house of disease



"and decrepitude,



"my mind turns

with increasing frequency



"to the problem of our son.



"Although only   



"Diello has thus far killed




"and shows no desire to stop.



It worries me, Charles. "



"My dearest,

darling, Deborah,



"affairs of state

continue to occupy my time.



"I have to report



"that the lower classes

are terrifically dull.



"Only yesterday,



"I was compelled to execute

several peasants



"just to alleviate

the boredom.



"Diello insisted

on coming along.



"In fact,

he made such a fuss



"that I had to let him

wield the ax himself.



"Heads did roll...



"not just the prisoners



"but the royal guard,

my valet,



"and several

unfortunate onlookers



copped it as well. "



"Oh, Charles,

I am despaired enough



"to put Diello

in the hands of the cardinal



"in the hope

that a good dose of religion



will set the young chap

on the right path. "



Hello again.



How are you getting on?



It must be awfully hard



being away

from your school chums.



I've got something here



that you might just like

to have a look at.



Unfortunately, the miracles

of modern medicine



can only go so far in

combating an illness

like TB.



That's why I'm here,










Reach out, Juliet!



Reach out for Jesus!












Aah! Aah!






























I'm so happy

to see you!



Don't get too close.

She's still not    °/o.



Hello, Juliet.






We brought you

some fruit.



Oh, thank you so much!



Your letters

are wonderful, Charles!



Well, that's, um,

coming along nicely.



Oh, I'm the matron's

favorite patient,



and she showed me

her special stitch.



I love the color.



It's for you.









Goodness, me,

what a lot of letters.



Ha. Are your parents

enjoying their trip?



Oh, there's a couple

of unopened ones.



I'm saving them

for a rainy day.




- I know it's hard for you

being in here,



but it is for the good

of your health.



They sent me off

to the Bahamas



for the good of my health.



They sent me off

to the Bay of bloody Islands



for the good of my health!



I'm sorry, Mrs. Rieper.



I'm feeling

quite fatigued.



Well, we don't want

to tire you out, dear.






Oh, can't you stay

a bit longer, Paul?



No, we've got a tram

to catch, Yvonne.






You know,

this is quite something.



You're damn clever.



So, Deborah

is married to Charles,



and this chap Nicholas

is her tennis instructor?



Yes, but there's

nothing between them.



Deborah would never

go for a commoner.






Nicholas has got

his eye on Gina,



an amazingly beautiful




Looks like you, Yvonne.



Juliet made it.



This is really

quite incredible.



I'd bet you girls know

the entire royal lineage

for the last five centuries.



Oh, yes,

it's all worked out.






You'll never guess

what's happened.









John has fallen

in love with me!



That idiot boarder?






How do you know?

Did he tell you?



Well, uh, no,

but it's so obvious.



Is that why you haven't

replied to my last letter?







No, silly.



I'm only teasing.






He's only a stupid boy.












What do you want?



I can't sleep.



Can I borrow a book?



Shut the door.






This looks interesting.



Some of

these knitting patterns

look damn complicated.



Have you tried

the tea cozy?




It's damn cold,

isn't it?



Do you think I could

hop into bed



just for a minute...

just to warm up?



My feet

are like ice blocks.



Well, you should've worn

your slippers.



Come on, Yvonne,

I'll catch my death.




Just for a minute.









To think

that so much could happen



in so little time

caused by so few.



A terrible tragedy

has occurred.




"No, girls,



it isn't 'O,' it's 'E'!"





And she goes, "Eee!"



As if someone was jabbing

a pen into her.



Silly old trout.



I love you, Yvonne.




And then in history,



we've got this senile

old bat, who goes,




"And Charles II



"met Nell Gwyn

aboard a boat,



"and he was

a wealthy, young prince,



"and she was

a pretty, young thing,



and these things

do happen."



God, it's no wonder

I don't excel in history.



Do you love me

as much as I love you?



 Of course,

my darling, Nicholas.



My... my name's John.



Well, I like "Nicholas"

much better.



You can call me

anything you like.






What are you doing?







Oh, bloody hell!






Go to the house.



You've broken my heart,




I lay there mesmerized.



It was just too frightful

to believe.



When I got up,



I found Father

had told Mother.



Coming to Lancaster Park

today, Mr. Rieper?



Oh, where's John?

He said he'd walk with me.



John is no longer

staying here.



Shot through

this morning,



said his old mom

had taken sick.



I had a nasty,

foreboding feeling at first,



but now I realized

my crime was too frightful



for an ordinary lecture.



From now on, you are

sleeping in the house,



where we can keep

an eye on you.



If you think for one minute

that your father and I



will tolerate

this kind of behavior,



you've got

another think coming!



You're only   !

You're a child!



What on Earth is the matter

with you, Yvonne?



You know what can happen

with boys.



Don't you have

any self-respect?!



Can I go now?



Oh, you think you're

such a clever little madam!



You had your father

in tears last night!



My God,

what a disgrace you are.



You shame me.

You shame the family.



You're nothing but a cheap

little tart!



Well, I guess

I take after you, then!






You ran off with Dad

when you were only   !



Nana Parker told me!



You're going to be late.












I'm terribly cut up.



I miss Nicholas




Mother thinks I will have

nothing more to do with him,



but little she knows.









Nicholas was pleased

that I was so early.



We sat around and talked

for an hour



and then went to bed.



I declined the invitation

at first,



but he became

very masterful,



and I had no option.



I discovered that

I had not lost my virginity



on Thursday night.



However, there is no doubt




that I have now.
















 ... to pine and sigh  



  To pine and sigh  



  But I, I love to spend

my time in singing  



  Some joyous song  



  Some joyous song  



  To set the air with music

bravely ringing  



  Is far from wrong  



  Is far from wrong  



  Listen! Listen!

Echoes sound afar!  



  Listen! Listen!

Echoes sound afar!  



  Funiculi, funicula  



  Funiculi, funicula!  



  Echoes sound afar  



  Funiculi, funicula  



  Listen! Listen!

Echoes sound afar!  



  Listen! Listen!

Echoes sound afar!  



  Funiculi, funicula  



  Funiculi, funicula!  



  Echoes sound afar  



  Funiculi, funicula  



  Funiculi, funicula,

funiculi, funicula  



  Funiculi, funicula...  






Gina! It's great

to see you here!

































Careful, Gina,

we almost lost you.






For you, my lady.












I didn't hurt you,

did I?



I've got to go home.






I love you so much.










Oh, Pauline!






- Daddy!

- Daddy!









There, living among

two beautiful daughters.



Of a man who possesses

two beautiful daughters,



you cannot know

nor yet try to guess



the sweet soothingness

of their caress.



The outstanding genius

of this pair



is understood by few,

they are so rare.



Beautiful boy!






Oh, darling! Ha ha!

Hello. Welcome home.












I still love you!



Compared with these

two, every man is a fool.



The world is most honored

that they should deign to rule,



and I worship the power

of these lovely two



with that adoring love

known to so few.









Ah... pretty.












'Tis indeed

a miracle one must feel



that two such

heavenly creatures are real.



Both sets of eyes,

though different far,



hold many mysteries strange,



and passively,

they watch the race of men



decay and change.



Hatred burning bright

in the brown eyes



with enemies for fuel.



Icy scorn

glitters in the gray eyes,



contemptuous and cruel.



And why are men such fools



they will not realize

the wisdom



that is hidden

behind those strange eyes?



And these wonderful people

are you and I.






Mrs. Rieper,

may I come in?



Yes, of course.






Thank you.



an imaginative...



...and spirited girl.



Look, if she's spending

too much time at your house,

you only need to say.



All those nights that

she spends over, she's assured

us that you don't mind.



Uh, no. l-lt's rather more

complicated than that.



Since Mrs. Hulme and I

have returned home,



Juliet's been behaving



in a rather...

disturbed manner...




um, short temper,



general irritability...

most uncharacteristic.



You sure I can't tempt you

to a nice sherry, Dr. Hulme?



Uh, no, thank you.



The thing is...



Yvonne hasn't been herself,




locking herself away

in her room, endlessly writing.



My wife and I feel

that the friendship is...






No arguments

there, Dr. Hulme.



All that time inside working on

those novels of theirs...



they don't get any fresh air

or exercise.



I'm not sure what you mean,

Dr. Hulme.



Your daughter...



appears to have formed

a rather...



unwholesome attachment

to Juliet.



What's she done?



She hasn't done anything.



It's the, um...



it's the intensity of the

friendship that concerns me.



I think

we should avert trouble...



before it starts.






Dr. Bennett's a good

friend of mine.



He's a general physician,



but he has some expertise

in child psychology.



If Pauline is, indeed,

developing in a rather...



...wayward fashion,



Dr. Bennett is the ideal man

to set her back on track.






What about your studies?



Are you enjoying school?



Are you happy at home?



Answer Dr. Bennett,







Mrs. Rieper,

perhaps you, uh,



you wouldn't mind

waiting outside, hmm?






Do you like your mother?






And why is that?



She nags me.



And that's why you like

to stay with the Hulmes.



Or is it because you want

to be with Juliet?



Do you... like girls?






Why not?



They're silly.



But Juliet's not silly.






Yvonne, there's nothing wrong

with having a close friend.



But sometimes things can get...

too friendly.



Such associations can lead

to trouble.



It isn't good to have

just one friend.



My wife and I have

several friends,



and we enjoy seeing them

on a regular basis,



and it's all

perfectly healthy.



Perhaps you could

think about



spending more time

with... boys.



You don't want to hurt

Juliet's feelings,



but I'm sure

she'd understand



your having other interests

outside of the friendship.



I mean, there's all sorts of

clubs and hobbies that you...






Bloody fool.






Uh, Mrs. Rieper...



Uh, h...









I agree, Mrs. Rieper.

It's not a pleasant word.



But let us not panic




This condition is often

a passing phase



with girls

of Yvonne's age.



But she's always been

a normal... happy child.



Oh, it can strike

at any time,



and adolescents are

particularly vulnerable.



What about the vomiting?



Uh, she's lost

a lot of weight.




I can find nothing wrong.



I've checked for TB,

and she's clear.



I... I can only attribute

her weight loss to her...



mental disorder.



Look, Mrs. Rieper,

try not to worry too much.



Yvonne's young and strong,



and she's got a loving

family behind her.



Chances are

she'll grow out of it.



If not, well, medical

science is progressing

in leaps and bounds.



There... there could be

a breakthrough at any time.






It was a rather snobbish




Mother woke me this morning



and started lecturing me

before I was properly awake,



which I thought was

somewhat unfair.



She has brought up the worst

possible threat now.



She said that if my health

did not improve,



I could never see the Hulmes







The thought is too dreadful.



Life would be unbearable

without Deborah.



I wish I could die.



This is not an idle

or temporary impulse.



I have decided over the last

two or three weeks



that it would be the best thing

that could happen altogether,



and the thought of death

is not fearsome.



Oh, thank you!



Oh, Wendy.



    I've got

me self a pair of socks!







 ... time has fled  



  And I die in despair...  



Is it hurting, dear?



Your leg.



Have you got pain?



  Never have I loved life

so dearly...  



My New Year's resolution



is a far more selfish one

than last year.



It is to make my motto,



"Eat, drink, and be merry,

for tomorrow you may be dead. "






Hi, Paul!



Hi, Paul!



Hi, Paul!


















This arrived today,




My name is Gina.



It's a letter from the school,

from Miss Stewart.



What does Old Stu want?



She says the standard

of your work is slipping.



At this rate,

she doesn't think you'll

get school certificate.



Who cares?



I care,

and your father cares.



We want you to get

a good education.



I'm educating myself.



You're failing English!



You used to be

the top of the class!



I'm doing my own writing!



Don't think these stories

are going to get you

school certificate!



You don't seriously think

anyone's going to

publish them?



What would you know?



You wouldn't know

the first thing about writing!



You're the most ignorant

person I've ever met!



You're rude...



rude and insolent!



And I don't think I should keep

a horrid little child like you

in school a minute longer.



I don't want to be

in bloody school!



All right!

Well, you go out there!



You go out there and get

a job, and you damn well

pay your own way!






I think I'm going crazy.



No, you're not, Gina.



It's everyone else

who's bonkers.



Let's go overseas.



You mean travel

by ourselves?



Where shall we go?



Not the Bahamas.

It's bloody awful.



Of course!



It's so obvious!



I know...

I'll lean back and put

my hair on my shoulder.



Then I'll look just like

Veronica Lake.



- Oh, great!




Stay still,

or else they'll be blurry.



Oh, well, hurry up!

It's freezing!



Oh, just a couple more.






I know...



I'll lean forward now

and I'll show more cleavage.









Those girls are up to

something in the bathroom.



I think they're taking

photographs of each other.



Just leave them alone,




I'm prepared to tolerate

that Rieper girl's presence,



but I will not stand

for any...



you know... hanky-panky.



I'm sure it's all

perfectly innocent.






I'm sure they'll notice

things missing.



They'll blame

the bloody housekeeper.



She nicks stuff

all the time.






This lot's got to be

worth    quid.



I can try

my father's safe.



I'm sure I can get the keys

to his office.



That's great!



We'll have the fare

in no time.



As soon as those bods

in Hollywood cop a look at us,



they'll be falling over




Oh, it'll be amazing

to meet James in person.



I just know we'll hit it

off brilliantly.



And Guy Rolfe

and Mel Ferrer.



And Mario!



- oh, I can't wait to do

the love scenes!



But what if

they're married?



Oh, don't worry

about that.



We'll simply murder any

odd wives that get in our way.



I rose at  :   this morning



and did all the housework

before  :  



including taking Wendy

her breakfast in bed.



I feel very pleased with myself

on the whole,



and also the future.



We are so brilliantly clever.






A good shot, Hilda.



Ah... excellent.









Boys and girls,

what have you been doing?









Direct hit!



Gave his trousers

a jolly good soaking.



Everyone will think

he's peed himself.









Damn it!  



Net fault.



Bloody Bill is sniffing around

Mummy something chronic.






I thought he was supposed

to be terribly ill.



That's what we were led

to believe.



Henry... I'm terribly worried

about Bill Perry.



He's just had this spell

in hospital.



He's got nowhere

to convalesce.






I-I've offered him

the flat.



He really shouldn't be

left alone...



not in his condition.






I was so looking forward

to the ambulance arriving.









There's something

desperately exciting



about bodies on stretchers.






Oh, God! Bill!



But it wasn't like that

at all.






I hope

the trip didn't tire you.






Not in the least.



What a splendid place.




- Hello.








It used to be

the servants' quarters,



but it's...

it's very comfortable.



Oh. Corker.



Mother was completely

taken in.



Do you think

bloody Bill's trying

to get into her drawers?



Too right.



But he doesn't have

a show.



Nobody gets into

Mummy's drawers except Daddy.






Poor Father.



Don't worry, Gina.



Mummy and Daddy

love each other.









Thanks, Prof.






You have alienated

the professorial board



and completely compromised

the good will of the council.



You could've at least been

a bit more reasonable about

the forestry school.



I stand by the report I made

last year.



Canterbury College should not

be diversifying...




it's just not working.



Surely a man of your caliber

is needed back in England.



I have my daughter's health

to consider.



She requires a warm climate.



Dr. Hulme,

let's make an effort



to avoid

a public embarrassment.



You have until the end of the

year to find a new position.



Bill, it's not right.







It's not right.



- When?

- Not now!




You're a dreadful flirt.


















Just washing my hair now,




Won't be a moment.






Is she still in there?



Come on, Yvonne.

You've had enough time.




- Yvonne!



Yes, yes, yes.



You open up this door

right now.



I'm bloody dressing

as fast as I can,

for God's sake.



Open this door!



Mother gave me

a fearful lecture



along the usual strain.



I rang Deborah immediately,



as I had to tell

someone sympathetic...



how I loathed Mother.






Mother told me

I could not go to llam again



until I was   stone

and more cheerful.



All week I have looked forward

to going to llam,



and now this.



She is most unreasonable.



I also overheard her making

insulting remarks



about Mrs. Hulme.



I was livid.



I am very glad, because

the Hulmes sympathize with me,



and it is nice to feel that

adults realize what Mother is.



Dr. Hulme is going to do

something about it, I think.






Why could not Mother die?



Dozens of people are dying

all the time... thousands.



So why not Mother?


















And Father, too.












Come on, dear.



Now shut your eyes

and make a wish.



























The balloon has gone up!



- What on Earth

are you talking about?



Mr. Perry's ill.

I've brought him a cup of tea.



Would you care for one,




Don't try and fob me off.



It's going to cost you £    

or else I'm blabbing to Daddy.






Mister... Perry and I are...

in love, Juliet.






Your father knows

about us.



Until other arrangements

can be made,



we've decided to live

together as a threesome.



I don't care what you do.



Paul and I are going

to Hollywood.



They're desperately keen

to sign us up.



We're going to be film stars.



What are you

talking about?



It's all arranged.



We don't need

your bloody £     anyway,



so stick it up your bottom!






Deborah told me

the stupendous news.



I'm going out to llam,

as we have much to talk over.









Deborah was still in bed

when I arrived.



- Oh...

- Oh...






Dr. Hulme asked us

to come into the lounge



to have a talk with him.






Your mother and I...

are getting divorced.






The shock was too great

to have penetrated my mind.



It is so incredible.

Poor Father.



Dr. Hulme was absolutely kind

and understanding.



He said we must tell him




about our going to America.



He was both hope-giving

and depressing.



We talked for a long time,



and Deborah and I were near

tears by the time it was over.



What is to be the future now?



We may all be going to Italy

and dozens of other places,



or not at all.



None of us know where we are,



and a good deal depends on




Dr. Hulme is the noblest



and most wonderful person

I have ever known of.



One thing Deborah

and I are sticking to...



through everything,

we sink or swim together.



Your mother and I

have talked things over,



and we've made some decisions.



I'm resigning

from the university,



and I'll be taking up a position

back in England.



But, Daddy, you can't just

leave me here with Mother.



I thought it best

if you accompany your father.



Is Gina coming, too?



Of course not.



  I'm not going

to England without Gina!






You're not going

to England, darling.






I'm leaving you in South Africa

with Auntie Ena.



That chest of yours isn't

getting any better.



A warmer climate is

just what you need.



For the good of your health.






The Hulmes will look after me.



They want me to live

with them.



Don't be so ridiculous.



You're our daughter.

You belong here with us.



I belong with Deborah.



We're going to South Africa.



You're not going




You're    years old,




You have to let me go!



We'll talk about this

when you've calmed down.



I felt thoroughly depressed



and even quite seriously

considered committing suicide.



Life seemed so much

not worth the living



and death such an easy way out.



Love, you can still write

to each other.



Anger against Mother boiled up

inside me,



as it is she who is one of

the main obstacles in my path.



Suddenly a means of

ridding myself of this obstacle



occurred to me.



If she were to die...



I cannot begin

to attempt to measure



the inestimable value

of Dr. Hulme's contributions



to Canterbury College,

both social and official.



We wish both him and Mrs. Hulme

all the best for the future.







going to be okay, Gina.



Mr. Perry promised to give me

£   for my horse.



That's    !



Just another £  

and we've got the fare!



It's no bloody good.





I went to

the passport office today.



They won't give me one

till I'm   !



But that's not true!



I've got one!






I need

my sodding parents' consent.






Oh, don't cry, Gina.



Gina, please don't cry.



We're not going to be

separated. We're not.



They can't make us!



They can't!



They can't!  



They can not.



Off me!



I hate you!












Don't be like this, love.









I did not tell Deborah

of my plans



for removing Mother.



I have made no decision yet,



as the last fate I wish to meet

is one in a borstal.



I am trying to think of

some way.






I've just had Hilda Hulme

on the telephone.




What now?



She says Juliet's in

a terrible state.



She's uncontrollable.



I've told her Pauline isn't

going to South Africa.



She refuses to accept it.



Well, I expect

you've heard the same



from your own daughter.




Yvonne hasn't spoken to me



for... um,

nearly two weeks.






Well... it hasn't been

an easy time



for any of us, Mrs. Rieper.



She's cut us out

of her life, Mrs. Hulme.



It's been causing

her mother and I

a lot of worry.



What I'm suggesting



is that we let the girls spend

these last three weeks together.



We would like Pauline

to come and stay with Juliet



until she leaves.



Is that a good idea?






Perhaps I could telephone you

tonight, Mrs. Hulme.



Yes, yes.

Of... of course.


















  When you are in love  



  It's the loveliest night

of the year  



  Stars twinkle above  



  And you almost can touch them

from here  



-   Words fall into rhyme  



  Anytime you are

holding me near  



  When you are in love  



  It's the loveliest night

of the year  




Charles! Charles! Oh!



  Waltzing along in the blue  



  Like a breeze

drifting over the sand  



  Thrilled by the wonder

of you...  



We've realized

why Deborah and I have such

extraordinary telepathy



and why people treat us

and look at us the way they do.



It is because we are mad!



We are both stark raving mad!



 ... when a birthday

is near...  



All the cast of the saints

are mad, too.



Dr. Hulme is mad,

as mad as a March hare.



 ... the loveliest night

of the ye-e-e-e-e-ar  


















It was the first time

I had ever seen "lt."



Deborah had always told me

how hideous he was.



Is that you?



You're through, Harry.

Come out.



You haven't got a chance

this way.



What do you want?



You might as well give up.



"It" is appalling.



He is dreadful.



Come back!



I have never in my life

seen anything



in the same category

of hideousness,



but I adore him!

























































We talked

for some time about "lt,"



getting ourselves

more and more excited.



We enacted how each saint

would make love in bed.












We spent a hectic

night going through the saints.



It was wonderful...



heavenly... beautiful...

and ours.



We felt satisfied, indeed.



We have now learned the peace

of the thing called "bliss"...



the joy of the thing

called "sin."












I'm coming with you.






I know what to do

about Mother.



We don't want to go to

too much trouble.



Some sort of... accident.



People die every day.






Our main idea for

the day was to murder Mother.



This notion is not a new one,



but this time

it is a definite plan



which we intend to carry out.



We have worked it out carefully



and are both thrilled

by the idea.







we feel a trifle nervous,



but the pleasure

of anticipation is great.






Only the best people fight

against all obstacles...



in pursuit of happiness.






We both spent last night having

a simply wonderful time



in every possible way.






I was picked up at  :   p.m.



I have been very sweet

and good.



I have worked out

a little more of our plan.



Peculiarly enough,

I have no qualms of conscience.






I arose late and helped Mother

vigorously this morning.



Deborah rang,



and we decided to use

a rock and a stocking



rather than a sandbag.



We discussed the murder fully.



I feel very keyed up,



as though I were

planning a surprise party.



Mother has fallen in

with everything beautifully,



and the happy event is to

take place tomorrow afternoon.



Next time I write

in this diary,



Mother will be dead.



How odd...



yet how pleasing.







  Have they gone?  



  I pretended to be asleep  



  Because I wanted to be alone

with you  



  I have so many things

to tell you  



  Or one thing

as huge as the sea...  









  Deep and infinite

as the sea  



  You are my love

and all my life  






I am writing

a little of this up



on the morning

before the death.



I felt very excited and...




last night.



I am about to rise.






Hurry up.









Ah, thought I'd lost you.









Oh. Oh...






You've got roses

in your cheeks.



Oh, I haven't seen that

in such a long time.



Oh, bye.



Have a lovely time,




I will.



I'm so looking forward

to it.















Bye, Daddy!

See you tonight!









Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's enough bread

to feed an army.






Hello, Juliet.






Oh, what a nice outfit.



Thank you. I, um, bought it

especially, Mrs. Rieper.









Oh, pop them in a bowl.



Let's go upstairs,




I wrote the first    pages

of my opera last night.



All right, then.







Do you feel all sweaty?



Oh, I feel sweaty.



It's a three-act story

with a tragic end.






Your mother is rather

a miserable woman...

isn't she?



I thought for hours



about whether Carmelita

should accept




marriage proposal...



I think she knows

what's going to happen.



She doesn't appear

to bear us any grudge.



...but in the end

I decided against it.



I thought it would spoil

all their fun.



Affairs are much more exciting

than marriages,



as Mummy can testify.






  It's true.



He was spotted in

the lingerie department,

eh, Wendy?



There's nothing wrong with

Sir Edmund Hillary buying

underwear for his wife.



He was a very nice man.






I-I bet

it was thermal underwear.






I bet...

I bet he pitches a tent



in the middle

of their bedroom,



and they have to pretend

to be on a mountain.



That's enough, Yvonne.



That man's a credit

to the nation.



Right, who's going

to help me clear away?



I will, Mum.



Anything to get away

from Laurel and Hardy.






I'd better be

getting back.



- Bye, love.

- Bye.



Have a nice outing,

you lot.



Bye, Dad.



Bye, Mr. Rieper.



Well, I'm going to make myself

a bit more presentable.












Isn't it beautiful?



Let's go for a walk

down here.



Come on, Mummy.



Oh, no.

I'd like a cup of tea first.



Come on.









You have it.



Oh... no.

I'm... I'm watching my figure.




But you're not fat,

Mrs. Rieper.



Oh, well,

I put on a lot of

weight over Christmas.






Go on, Mum.



Treat yourself.






All right.






















Yvonne, love, w...

we should be going back.



We don't want to miss

the bus.






You button up your coat.

You'll get a chill.






Look... Mother.


















Aah! Aah!






- Gina!



- Hurry!



- Aah!



























  Do not leave.

I'm coming! I'm coming!



Don't go!






You can't!  
























  I'm sorry.












  When you walk

through a storm  



  Keep your chin up high  



  And don't be afraid

of the dark  



  At the end of the storm

is a golden sky  



  And the sweet, silver song

of a lark  



  Walk on through the wind,

walk on through the rain  



  Though your dreams be tossed

and blown, walk on  



  Walk on

with hope in your heart  



  And you'll never walk alone  



  You'll never walk alone  



  Walk on through the wind,

walk on through the rain  



  Though your dreams be tossed

and blown...  



  Walk on  



  Walk on

with hope in your heart  



  And you'll never walk alone  



  You'll never walk alone  



  Walk on through the wind,

walk on through the rain  



  Though your dreams be tossed

and blown...  



  Walk on  



  Walk on

with hope in your heart  



  And you'll never walk alone  



  You'll never walk alone  


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