Tom And Viv Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Tom And Viv Script





[ Up-tempo instrumentaI music

pIays ]



[ Birds chirping ]



[ GraveI crunching ]



[ Car horn honks ]



[ BicycIe beLL dings ]



[ BicycIe beLLs ding ]



[ I ndistinct shouting,

whistLlng ]



WeLL. . .



[ I ndistinct shouting

in distance ]



M AUR ICE : They weren't young,

you know -- far from it.



My sister was, what?

   I think.



Tom the same.



[ I ndistinct taIking continues ]






Catch !



I used to drive her

up to Oxford to see him.



Tom was one of

Bertrand RusseLL's



graduate students.



I can't remember how

they first met, exactIy.



There wasn't much

of a courtship --



a few months at most.



WeLL, then, romance.



I think Vivie just

swept him off his feet.



Tom was an American,

you know.



Though you might not

have guessed it,



he tried to hard to be

more EngLlsh than the EngLlsh.



Dressed Llke an EngLlshman,



tried terribIy hard

to sound Llke one of us.



Don't think he ever quite

got the hang of it.



M ind you,

he was very reserved.



I'm sure he thought

our famlly, the Haigh-Woods,



was just what he needed --

sIeepy, oId, and respectabIe.



Poor Vivienne

misunderstood him compIeteIy.



She thought Tom was

going to rescue her



from tight LlttIe EngIand.



Hey, how about

over there -- Iook.



- [ Tires screech ]

- For God's sake, Viv!



ActuaLLy, I think

tight LlttIe EngIand



was just what Tom wanted.



[ Soft piano music pIays ]



[ Birds chirping ]



[ Oar thumps ]



[ Ducks quacking ]



ExactIy how Iong have

Tom and Viv been courting?



Oh, minutes --

absoIute minutes.






[ Chirping continues ]



You can't reaLLy want

to go back to America.



What wouId you do?



Most LlkeIy,

become a professor. . .



write Iearned papers

on obscure phllosophers.



I don't know.



MeIt into the stones

of Harvard, I suppose.



[ Oar thumps ]



My Adonis.

He's my fancy man.



Whatever he chooses

is aLL right by me.



[ Cow moos in distance ]



I suppose he is quite safe,

this ELlot chap.






[ Laughing ] I can't imagine

what you mean.



Tom is a brllLlant schoIar.



Rather Viv's type, then.



[ I nsects buzzing,

birds chirping ]



[ Dog barking in distance ]



I never want to see

the States again.



I want to Llve in Europe

and write poetry.



I Iove you.



I Iove you more

than Llfe itseIf.



I'd do anything for you.



Oh, dear!






[ ChuckLlng ]

I know aLL that.



You don't have to be

so wet about things.



I'm sorry.



Oh, it's aLL right, Tom.



It's perfectIy aLL right.



I don't think this is

quite the right pIace.



[ CIears throat ]



[ Sighs ]



It's not that

I don't want to.



[ Both sigh ]



Are you sure?



It's just that. . .

[ Smooches, sighs ]



when we do. . .



I want it to be perfect.



Nothing -- nothing in

the worId must go wrong.



Are you a virgin,

M r. RusseLL?



Not exactIy.



Is Tom, do you suppose?



Very probabIy.



I am.



AwfuI thing,

that dreaded sex business.



Viv is not, though.



- Not what?

- A virgin.



Forgive me, Maurice,



but are you doing

a survey of some kind?






I nto sexuaI habits.



Ah, no.



You see, there was a spot

of bother Iast year.



Vivie took rather a shine

to a chap.



M ums found out,

put a stop to it.



AwfuI scenes -- bed without

dinner, house arrest.



You know the kind of thing.



I wouIdn't want to go through

aLL that again with Tom.



No. I'm sure Tom's intentions

are entireIy honorabIe.



M mm.



Not sure about Vivie's,




[ Engine roars ]



You can stay in the house.

M um and Dad are away.



There's nobody there

except the staff.



[ ChuckIes softIy ]



And the house is absoIuteIy

stuffed with cigarettes,



so we can be as decadent

as we Llke.



And the season's coming up --



Ascot, Goodwood, the Russians

at Covent Garden.



But I don't know

these pIaces, Viv.



What a wonderfuI time

I'LL have showing you.



But I don't have any cIothes.



Oh ! [ ChuckIes ]

GorbLlmey, aren't you a bore!



I'LL buy you some, you ninny.



[ Sighs ] Oh, darLlng,

you're going to have to Iearn



to make an absoIute

ass of yourseIf.



We're going to get married,

be broke --



we may even starve.



It'LL be absoIute heLL.



But it wouId be worth it

because we have this Iove.



And nobody eIse has it.



This is my one chance

of happiness, Maurice,



and I'm taking it,

and I'LL need the car!



Yeah, but M um and Dad

are coming home.



They'LL kllI me!



What am I gonna teLL them?



For God's sake, Vivie,

you can't!



Oh, God.



You're eIoping, aren't you?



WeLL, where are

you getting married?



What am I gonna teLL them?



Oh, God, there'LL be an

aImighty row, I know it.



And I'LL get aLL the bIame.



Viv wants it this way --

no fuss.



Look, Tom. . .



There's onIy one ruIe

in our famlly --



sort of unspoken

kind of thing.



You have to be kind to Vivie.



I wllI be, Maurice.

That I promise you.



No, no, I mean

especially kind.




this-side-up kind of thing.



You see, the --

the thing is,



you -- you grow up trying not

to notice certain things --



the scenes,

the cIosed doors, the --



[ Sighs ]

Oh, a famlly of mutes.



But M um's aIways said

it's not Vivie's fauIt,



not her fauIt at aLL,



and that's right --

she's right, you know.




I don't think I foLLow.






WeLL, Llsten, Tom,

man to man. . .



there isn't anything beastIy

between you and Viv,



is there?



Nothing in the. . .

in the medicaI way.






I think I can reassure you

on that point, Maurice.



I'm perfectIy heaIthy.



[ Horn honks ]



WeLL, perhaps

it's aLL right, then.



I'm sure it is.



[ Horn honks ]



[ Engine revs ]



M AUR ICE : Poor Tom.



It was impossibIe to teLL him.



Anyway, he was

far too straightIaced.



You see, Vivie suffered



from what we used to caLL

''women's troubIes. ''



She was tormented by them,





as weLL as physicaLLy.



Of course, none of us

couId say a word --



far too embarrassing --



shamefuI famlly secret.



[ Smooches ]

Won't be Iong.



What damn fooIs we were.



If you wouIdn't mind hurrying,

my husband's waiting.



Um. . .yes.



Uh, the one's anodyne,



the other, bromide,

M iss Haigh-Wood.



M rs. Thomas ELlot.



Uh. . .you know, M rs. ELlot,

you must never mix them.



Yes, I quite understand.



Ma'am, uh,

e-excuse me for asking,



but this is what you were

recommended, is it?



The anodyne is   %%

spirit of ether,



and the bromide, ( %% aIcohoI.



You think

there's been some mistake?



Sir Frederick Lamb is the

king's personaI physician.



Oh, no, ma'am.

No, I know.



I-It's just. . .y-you wllI

be carefuI, won't you?



I wllI.



Thank you.



Louise, ma'am.






[ Birds chirping ]



[ VehicIe approaches ]



[ Brakes squeaI ]



What's happened, Maurice?

Where are they? Is it too Iate?



- [ Car door sIams ]

- Why didn't you stop them?!



Who is he?



[ Soft instrumentaI music

pIays ]



[ Soft instrumentaI music

pIays ]



[ SeaguLLs crying ]



[ Crying continues in distance ]



I'm going out.



WllI you come?



Forgive me, Tom.



There is nothing to forgive.



Where are you going?



I don't know.



[ Sighs deepIy ]






Oh, pIease, Tom. . .



[ Voice breaking ]

Don't Ieave me.



- Oh, God, Tom, pIease.

- Vivie, don't.



I can make you happy,

my darLlng.



I can. I can.



- Don't. PIease.

- Oh.



[ Sobbing ] Let me try

and make you happy.



Viv. . .there is. . .



there's no need

to say anything.



I disgust you.



Tom !



Do I?



[ Door opens,

footsteps depart ]



[ Somber instrumentaI music

pIays ]



[ Door cIoses ]



[ Water spIashes ]



[ MetaI cIatters,

spIashing continues ]



[ Breathing deepIy ]



[ SeaguLL cries ]



[ GIass cLlnking ]



M AN : Thank you,

thank you, John !



[ GIass shatters ]



[ Breathing heavlly ]



[ GIass shatters ]



[ CIatters ]



[ CIatters ]



[ Sobbing ]



[ SeaguLLs crying ]



[ Shoes squishing ]



M r. ELlot,

I'm terribIy sorry,



but I wonder

if you couId heIp us.



M rs. ELlot?






It's me.



[ Turns knob, squeaks ]



Thank you.



[ Door cIoses ]



Vivie, why?



Why did you Ieave me?



[ Sighs deepIy ]



I take the pllIs for my head,

the tummy comes back.



I take the medicines

for my stomach,



the headaches come back.



[ Sighs deepIy ] So sometimes

I take them aLL together.



I know I shouIdn't, but. . .



You know, you mustn't

Ieave me Llke that.



[ Sighs ]



You must taIk to me.



I never know what

you're thinking.



[ ChuckIes softIy ]



I know I can make things

right for you, Tom.



I know I can make you happy.



I promise.



But we have to get

used to each other,



have to be kind

to each other.



Tom. . .



DarLlng Tom.



[ Smooches ]



[ BeLL rings ]



[ CIatters, squeaks ]



- Good morning, Annie.

- Morning, ma'am. Sir.









[ Sighs ]



[ Smooches ]



Has it been

very ghastIy, Maurice?



[ Sighs ]

TotaLLy bLlstering --



absoIute tongue-Iashing

aLL around.



I think they. . .



They're in the. . .



I won't excuse

what we've done.



I haven't even toId my famlly

back in the states,



but I can assure you

Vivienne is my Llfe now.



I Iove her compIeteIy.






Thank you.



I reaLLy, sincereIy

did not mean to hurt you.






Uh, pIease.



Why don't you do

something sensibIe



with that hat and broLLy?



Yes, uh, of course.



Thank you.



Is Vivienne pregnant?






No, she is not.



After her money?



Are you a Johnny-come-IateIy?



A cad? A bounder?



No, I don't think so.



Any money or prospects?



I have $      a year

from Harvard.



I am -- weLL, actuaLLy,



was studying the phllosophy

of F. H. BradIey.



I don't know

whether you know --



The very Iast thing my husband

wllI want to hear about



is someone eIse's phllosophy.



I have pubLlshed

one smaLL book of poetry.



Got a roof?



A tutor of mine,

the honorabIe Bertrand RusseLL,



has offered us accommodations

in his fIat in Soho.



It's smaLL.



I n fact, it's in the attic --



Bertrand RusseLL,

the pacifist feLLow --



the one

the newspaper waLLahs caLL



the most hated man in London?



That sounds Llke him, yes.



If I can put your minds at rest,

I recentIy have received



an offer for six Iectures

on French symboLlsm.



So, to be precise,

you have $   a week,



you intend to share an attic



with the most hated man

in London,



and you might be giving

a few Iectures



on French

percussion instruments.



I n the meantime,



the whoIe of Europe

is at war with the kaiser.



Nothing couId make me

feeI more secure.



[ CIears throat ]



How was the wedding?



Of course,

Eastbourne's proudest boast



is that you won't find

one shop window on the front.



It reminded me

of Forest Park in St. Louis.



Oh, did it reaLLy?



Was the weather kind?



Very bracing.



Had you a sunny room?



HardIy had time inside

to find out.



[ Laughing ] Oh, pIease.



''Dear M rs. Haigh-Wood,



''thank you for your check to

cover the damage to room   .




this whoIe episode,



''I may say that M r. ELlot



behaved with considerabIe

forbearance. ''



Before Vivienne rushed you

headIong into this,



did she teLL you anything?






Nothing at aLL?



I reaLLy am

rather proud of you.



I don't condone anything,



but, aLL in aLL, I feeI

you've behaved very weLL.



And you are discreet --

I sense that.



Yes, I think

you're going to make



a wonderfuI

member of the famlly.



[ Sllverware rattIes ]



[ SIurps ]



[ Sllverware rattIes ]



Bertie RusseLL says

that war is a crime.



[ CIears throat ]



He says that kllLlng in uniform

is mereIy Llcensed murder.



Oh, thanks very much.



What do you think, Tom?



Not at the dinner tabIe,

pIease, Vivienne.



Of course.



[ Sniffs ]



M llLlons of young men

are going to die,



and it mustn't interfere

with the cream of broccoLl.



Good Lord,

is that what it is?



[ Sighs ]



Bertie RusseLL says

war must be aboLlshed.



Bertie's Tom's friend.



He paid for aLL

my dance Iessons.



[ SIurps ]



Your friend wants to

go to bed with me.



Did you know that, Tom?



That's enough.



You shouId teLL him

what it wouId be Llke.



These are my men --

Tom and Bertie.



But they can't

aIways communicate.



I unIock their minds!



CouId you hear yourseIf

shouting in there?



CouId you?



Now, very caIm.



[ Breathing deepIy ]



Very stllI.



[ ExhaIes sIowIy ]



[ Sighs ]



Have you taken your medicine?



How often is Granny

visiting you?



I thought Granny was dead.



Very weLL, then. How often

do you get the curse?



Two or three times.



I n a month?



Sometimes in a week.



Tom's not quite what

I imagined a poet to be.



Was he a virgin?



[ Laughs ]

He most certainIy was.



It can't be easy

for a new husband.






Have you enough S.T. s?



Yes, M ummy -- I have

enough sanitary toweIs



to make a patchwork qullt,

in two coIors.



PIease, Vivienne,

try not to be vuIgar.



There is never any occasion

for it.



Life is quite vlle enough

as it is.



[ Sighs ]



Oh, it's aLL right, M ummy.



You don't have to worry

anymore. . .



because whatever eIse happens,

I've got Tom.



He's mine.



And you can't stop it now.



[ Tom speaking indistinctIy ]




A wooden-Iegged man.



[ Laughter ]



There's aIways

a wooden-Iegged man.



M AUR ICE : Wasn't one

in the Iast one?



There has been someone eIse,



a very abIe

and efficient cLlmber.



''Doctor, couId you scaIe

this waLL?''



[ Laughter ]



Yes, but not quite the same



without that Moriarty chap,




Here we are, Vivie.



I Iooked out

the open window.



The moon shone brightIy

on that angIe of the house.



We were a good    feet

above the ground,



but Iook where I wouId,

there was no foothoId



nor as much as a crevice

in the brickwork.



[ Laughter ]



Oh, carefuI !












[ LiveIy orchestra music

pIaying ]



ALL:  Ah-ha-ha!



[ Laughter,

music continues ]



[ Vivienne speaking

indistinctIy ]



ALL:  Ah-ha-ha!



[ M usic fading ]



ALL:  Ah-ha-ha!



[ M usic continues softIy ]



[ Groans ]



[ Breathing heavlly ]



I never know. . .



when it's going to strike.



It's overwork,

as the doctor says.



[ Continues

breathing heavlly ]



[ Sighs ]



You know, you think you write

best when you get sick.



So you make yourseIf sick.

You know you do.



And you can't expect to teach

and give Iectures



and write book reviews

and articIes



and write your poems. . .

[ Smooches ]



and not get sick, Tom.



Poetry's a mug's game.



[ Sighs ]



[ CLlcking ]









Without a shadow of a doubt.



[ LiveIy piano music pIays ]



[ Bertrand Iaughs, sings ]



HeLLo, Maurice.



I say, I had no idea

phllosophers danced Llke that.



The most hated man in London.

What do you know?



He's been very good to us.



We couIdn't have done

without him.



I've come to say goodbye, Tom.



Just had orders.



- GaLLipoLl next.

- I envy you.



Yes. WeLL, you did try.



If they wouIdn't have you,

weLL, it's their Ioss.



PhysicaLLy unsound.



That's me, Maurice.



[ Vivienne giggLlng ]



[ M usic quiets ]






A cigarette?



Yes, pIease.



[ Lighter cLlcks ]



[ ExhaIes sIowIy ]



So, how's the oId

poetry business?



Oh, it isn't a business.

It's a mug's game.



I n fact, I've been thinking

about getting a reguIar job.






WeLL, it's advisabIe

for a poet to have --



to Iead a commonpIace Llfe

if he's to do his work.



Yes, yes.



WeLL. . .

[ CLlcks tongue ]



I must say,



I can't quite get used to

having a poet in the famlly,



sort of married to my own

big sis and such.









A brother-in-Iaw.



Ah. Sorry.



My Greek's not up to much.



It's Latin.









Listen, Tom. . .

man to man. . .



there isn't anything awfuI



between you and Viv,

is there?






Nothing at aLL.



ALL right.



I say,

good Iuck with you two.



It'LL aLL turn out

massive fun in the end.






That's the ticket.



Three out of four junior

officers don't come back, Tom.



Say cheerio to Viv for me,

wllI you?



Yes. Of course.



[ Up-tempo instrumentaI music

pIays ]



Tom, so good

to see you again.



[ Birds chirping ]



[ Grunts ]



[ Man Iaughs ]



And the boys gone out

upon the hoLlday. . .



And haIf the girIs

that did it



They are fuLL of purity



And they aLL were waIking

the wibbIy-wobbIy waIk



WaIk on,

the wibbIy-wobbIy --



[ M usic stops ]



[ Cheering ]



- BIank.

- Who has the question?



- BIank.

- Ah, the bishop.



''ApproximateIy how many teeth

has a turtIe?''






BERTRAND: HopeIessIy wrong !



The bishop of Oxford is out.



A turtIe has approximateIy

no teeth at aLL.



You're out, out!



Give his bishopric

to someone who knows something.



[ M usic pIays ]



Where the wibbIy-wobbIy

time. . .



WOM AN : Faster.



[ M usic stops ]



[ Cheering ]



Who has the question?



- BIank.

- BIank.



''-   degrees centigrade



''is the same

as -   degrees Fahrenheit.



True or faIse. ''



- [ ALL muttering ]

- FaIse.




True. You're out.



M AN : Ignoramus!



[ M usic pIays ]



Of a Iong mlle



The wibbIy-wobbIy mlle



When the day is soaring



Soar on,

the wibbIy-wobbIy --



[ M usic stops ]



[ Cheering ]






''A Iady, when asked her age,

repLled that she was   



''not counting Saturdays

and Sundays.



What was her reaI age?''



I think she was. . .   .



Wrong !



Tom may answer.



Come on.



For the cIeverest man

in EngIand.



- M AN : Come on.

- WOM AN : Come on.



[ Birds chirping ]



[ No audio ]






What was that?












I decIare Tom ELlot

the cIeverest man in EngIand !



- M AN : Bravo.

- [ AppIause ]



Daddy shouId never

have done it.



You're not a money Iender.



It's a disgusting idea.



HardIy that -- a banker.



I'LL be working at LIoyd's.



Of course you won't even

consider it.



My poetry has soId

about     copies.



What kind of income

do you imagine that gives us?



You're an artist.



We can aIways borrow

some more money from Bertie.



He doesn't mind a bit.



I've aIready accepted

the position.



Your father has been

immenseIy kind.



Can't you see

what they're doing to you?



They want to bury you.

They want to drag you down.



I have no idea who you are

taIking about.



How can you work



when you are Iocked in some

dungeon of a bank aLL day?



I shaLL work at the bank

in the day and write at night.



Nothing couId be more




But what can I do?



What use can I be if you're away

aLL day? How can I heIp?



You do heIp. . .

aLL the time. . .



with everything.



WeLL. . .



Bertie has offered to take me

to the seaside.



What do you think about that?



WeLL, you know I can't come.



Of course not.



What couId I expect?



I mportant affairs

at the bank, I suppose.



WeLL, Vivie, you must go,

if you want to.



It'LL be good for you.



[ Somber instrumentaI music

pIays ]



[ Horn beeps ]



[ CIanging ]



[ Knock on door ]



TeIegram, M r. ELlot.



[ Door cIoses ]




''PIease come, Tom.



''She's very Iow, and infIuenza

has settIed on her chest.



I am sorry. ''



[ Train whistIe bIows ]



Viv and I --

I want you to know



that I have absoIuteIy nothing

to reproach myseIf with.



Of course you haven't,




You're our cIosest friend.



[ Door cIoses ]






Over here.



I'm sorry to be a nuisance.



It's an awfuI bore dying.



Nobody's dying.



I did so want to heIp you

with your poetry.



You wllI.



You do. . .



on every Llne.



I can't do it without you.



I know.



[ Smooches ]



Can I heIp you with anything?






Perhaps you can.



[ Typewriter keys cIacking ]



[ ExhaIes sIowIy ]




[ CIears throat ]



What if it reads

''What you get married for



if you don't want chlldren''?



That's better.






Yes, it is.



[ Knock on door ]



[ Keys cIacking ]



Good morning, Bishop.



Good to see you.



It was so good of you

to come.



Not at aLL.



PIease, right this way.




I suppose you just happened

to be in the area.



I've asked the bishop

to caLL, Viv.



Vivie. . .



I'm sure you have

a mllLlon things to do.



Oh, I see.

You want to be aIone.



WeLL, if you Llke,

I couId go up to the roof



and see how Iong

I couId dangIe in the air.



- If I'm intruding --

- Not at aLL.



I beLleve the saIe

is stllI on at SeIfridges.



I thought we were working

on your poems today, Tom.



It's very good of you

to devote so much time



to an unbeLlever, Bishop.



I hope you don't think my

husband's Iooking for reLlgion.



No, what Tom wants

is boredom --



a boring

and conventionaI Llfe.



He mistakenIy thinks

he needs it for his work.



Oh, and if you can

arrange it,



the egotisticaI LlttIe shit

wouId Llke to be a saint.



And I don't normaLLy use

words Llke that.



[ Door sIams ]



Here at the base of the brain,

there is the pituitary gIand.



Now, we know it is Llnked

to instances of dementia.



Here in the Iower stomach,

there is unceasing coLlc.



We're certain

that there is a Llnk



between the gIand

and the coLlc.



She feeIs

heights of enthusiasm,



and then sudden great faLLs

of emotion.



I ndeed.



WeLL, unfortunateIy, she has

what I caLL intestinaI catarrh.



She cannot controI

her menstruaI Llfe.



Apart from the drugs I am

aIready prescribing her,



there's LlttIe we can do

to controI the symptoms.



May I ask about the marriage?



We Iove each other.



I see.



And there are no probIems

beyond what I imagine must --









Do you intend

to have chlldren?



WeLL. . . I--



Uh. . .



We have never discussed it.



I think I shouId teLL you



that your wife's condition

wllI not improve.



It may worsen.



What do I teLL Vivienne?



As LlttIe as possibIe.



With a patient Llke this,

it's important not to. . .



burden her with detalls.



[ Knock on door ]









Home at Iast!



And not dead, either.



Oh, my dear feLLow, how did you

survive aLL that shooting?



Oh, simpIe, reaLLy.



Just ducked when I saw

the buLLets coming.



You Iook -- you --

you sound different.



- You Iook --

- How do I Iook, Maurice?



The spitting image

of a banker --



a true-bIue EngLlsh banker.



WeLL, my dear feLLow,

we must ceIebrate.






[ Door cIoses ]



ShaLL I send out

for some champagne?



Oh, gosh, no.



The oId firewater's

just the ticket.



[ Sighs ]



So, how are you both?



We couIdn't be happier.



Viv goes dancing

twice a week.



Me too, sometimes.



Saturdays at the theater.



[ Smacks Llps ]

That's us.



And how are you, Maurice?



Oh, pretty fair.



Looking aLL over for a job.



No one wants to empIoy me.



Don't you think

that's a bit off?



After aLL, I have just won

the bIoody war.



[ Vivienne cIears throat ]



It's caLLed ''He Do the PoLlce

in Different Voices. ''



Ah. One thing you need

is a catchy titIe.



Of course,

it's a work in progress.



It might heIp if you try

to imagine Tom's poetry



as a smashed vase.



Ah. NaturaLLy.



You must understand



that Tom quotes

from many different sources.



The main character,

the prophet Tiresias,



has just seen Athena's body

quite naked,



and it is such

a frightfuI shock to him



that he can think of nothing

but rats in a sewer.



Vivie, I reaLLy

don't think it needs --



Is there anything more I need

to know before I hear the poem?



[ CIears throat ]

Other voices emerge.



The Duchess

from Webster's ''MaIfi. ''



She'd made a reckIess

marriage to Antonio.



Her famlly wouId go to

every Iength to stop it.



There's a moment

where she brushes her hair,



and he cannot bring himseIf

to touch her!



The horror enguIfs --



That's not what I meant

at aLL.



It is!

Of course it is!



He -- [CIears throat]

he quotes from Dante --



''A soIdier makes

a hasty marriage. ''



Soon after the wedding,



he discovers he's made

a hideous mistake --



Vivie, pIease.

This is reaLLy unnecessary.



Oh, is that the time?



[ BeLL rings ]



CharIes, dear. . .



it is time

for your medicine.



Thomas, the poem --



I think it is time, dear.



[ M utters softIy ]



[ I nhaIes, exhaIes deepIy ]



''He Do the PoLlce

in Different Voices. ''



[ CIears throat ]



''My nerves are bad tonight.

Yes, bad.



''Stay with me.



''Speak to me.



''Why do you never speak?




''What are you thinking of?



''What thinking?






''I never know

what you are thinking !






''I think

we are in rats' aLLey



where the dead men

Iost their bones. ''



''What shaLL I do now?



''What shaLL I do?



''I shaLL rush out as I am

and waIk the street



''with my hair down, so.



''What shaLL we do tomorrow?

What shaLL we ever do?''



[ Printing press cIacking ]



[ Sniffs ]



There it is.



[ I ndistinct conversations ]



More wine, ma'am?



[ GiggIes ]



[ I ndistinct conversations

continue ]



[ Vivienne giggLlng ]



Tom Iooks rather bIoody.



There's nothing wrong

with Tom



that separation from his wife

couIdn't cure.



She reeks of ether.



If she had any conception

of his significance,



it wouId be Iess aIarming.



The drain on his energy

must be --



I know -- unimaginabIe.



[ I ndistinct conversations

continue ]



[ Maurice whispering ]



[ Laughs ]



[ CIears throat ]



[ Whispers indistinctIy ]



I don't keep a Llne

that Viv hasn't approved.



I reIy on her compIeteIy.

She's my first audience.



Of course.



She's a writer, too.



ConsiderabIe taIent.






I'LL send you some

of her things, shaLL I?



You do reaLlze, of course,

what she's doing to you,



to your reputation?



What she might do

to your work?



You're wrong.

You're quite wrong.



You have no idea.

You don't know her.



She. . . has an uncanny




of certain things.



I haven't made her happy.



Some moments in Llfe. . .



decisions. . .



are irrevocabIe.



Perhaps one

can become moraI. . .



onIy by being damned.



She's often

in a Iot of pain.



[ Vivienne giggLlng ]



I must take care of her.



That's what I must do.



[ Laughter ]



[ I ndistinct conversation ]



Of course, Virginia thinks

Tom shouId Ieave me.



She refers to me

as a bag of ferrets.



It's my nose, you see --

writer's insight.



WeLL, she shouId know.



Leonard has her

in and out of the Ioony bin



every coupIe of months.



[ I ndistinct conversation

continues ]



They aLL hate me

because I've got Tom,



and they aLL want him.



OttoLlne's desperate

for an affair with Tom.






Lawrence says OttoLlne's vagina

is Llke a bird's beak.



[ Laughing ]



I know he's aIways been

totaLLy disgusting, but --



[ Laughing ]



A bird's beak!



[ Laughing ]



Why is there never any wine?!



[ CIears throat ]



They aLL admire Tom's mind,

but I am his mind.



- Ma'am?

- Oh, good.



- [ Shatters ]

- WOM AN : Oh !



The trust fund accounts for

everything, M rs. Haigh-Wood.



[ Sighs ]



What about Viv?



What is she to be toId?



I don't want

to overburden her.



She doesn't understand money.



CharIes had the greatest

confidence in you.



Viv wllI be taken care of

just as she aIways has been,



without fuss.



Where is she, anyway?



SeIfridges, I think.



- Have I missed anything?

- [ Door cIoses ]



There you are.



Looking so IoveIy.



So, how much has Daddy Ieft?



What's my share?



I'm the eIdest chlld.



We were just taIking about

M um's Llfe and her evenings.



She's going to be

joLLy IoneIy now,



so I've proposed we shouId

aLL pIay more bridge.



Oh, by the way, Tom and I

can't go on Llving



in that awfuI LlttIe hoIe

in Crawford Mansions.



[ I nhaIes deepIy ]

Tom is quite famous now,



and there's a house

in Chester Street



which wouId be

quite perfect for him.



And we need a motorcar.



What's this?



It's a Llst of property hoIdings

and investments.






M m-hmm.



I n Manchester and London.



I didn't know

we had a farm in AngIesey.



So, um, what is it

when we add it aLL up?



The trust was set up to protect

the estate against taxes.



One does not ''add it aLL up. ''



That's just the point.



So, what's my share?



I have to be independent,

you know.



Uh, Tom's famlly won't Iet me

inherit anything from him.



They're quite adamant

about that,



so I have to know

where I stand.



You see, your father

didn't want you to bother



with any awfuI papers,



so what he's done is. . .



He hasn't said anything

about you in the wllI.



You are aLL tenants

of the trust.



The trustees have

power of attorney.



And who are they?



Uh, Maurice and myseIf.



Oh, so it's aLL right --

the house and the car.




Ieave it to the boys.



They know best.



I have a right

to some of Daddy's money.



Viv, uh, there's no money

to share it as such.



[ Sighs ]



[ Papers rustLlng ]



Uh, Viv, pIease, pIease.



Are you sure

you wouIdn't Llke to go home?



The soLlcitor wllI arrange




Oh, the soLlcitor.



What eIse does the soLlcitor

have to arrange?!



Does the soLlcitor know that Tom

and I sIeep in separate rooms



and that

I've driven him to it?!



- You have not.

- And divorce!



Tom's friends

say we shouId divorce.



There's been no taIk

of divorce.



And does he know

that there are times



when I am not aLLowed

in the same room as you,




when the Bishop of Oxford caLLs?



Tom wants to be baptized

into the Church of EngIand.



Now, if a big baby wants

to stick his head into a bowI,



it's caLLed baptism.



If I want to do it,

it's caLLed shampoo.



And -- and. . .



has the soLlcitor taken

into account Tom's sandwiches?






God knows I'm tired

of making them.



God knows he takes them

each day into the office



and then dives around

to a LlttIe church in the city



and pIows through the cheese

and pickIe on his knees.



I mean, what do you suppose



is the IegaI position

on sandwiches?!



[ Thud ]



[ Panting ]



[ SniffIes ]



Oh, I see.

I'm llI again, am I?



[ ExhaIes deepIy ]






No, I-I-I can hear myseIf.



I know perfectIy weLL

what I'm saying.



[ Breathes deepIy ]






Let's just pretend

I never came in.



[ Footsteps depart ]



Just carry on as before.






[ Door cIoses ]



[ SIow instrumentaI music

pIays ]



By the way,

I've been thinking



that I might toddIe off

to Africa.



Try my Iuck, so to speak.



WeLL, there doesn't seem

to be much opportunity



in EngIand these days,

does there?



[ AppIause ]



TOM : Thank you.

Thank you very much.



This next poem

is caLLed ''Marina. ''



The titIe wllI, of course,

be quite cIear



to anyone famlliar

with Shakespeare's ''PericIes. ''



No poet can truthfuLLy teLL you

the origin of the poem,



however personaI

the poem may seem.



What makes it a poem



wllI not derive from the fact

that it is personaI.



Poetry is not an expression

of emotion,



but an escape from emotion.



[ Upbeat instrumentaI music

pIays ]



[ BeLL dings ]



[ Train cIacking ]



[ BeLL rings ]



[ Window opens ]






Oh, M rs. ELlot. HeLLo.



Won't be a moment.



[ VehicIe passing ]



WllLlams came

with the job, ma'am --



night nurse.



First time they've ever given

the position to a woman.



I'm so pIeased for you,




My husband's reading

to some friends



[ Sniffs ]

in our new house.



Oh, you shouId be there,




Oh, I know them aLL

off by heart.



It's his fifth book of poems.






     peopIe bought

the Iast one.



A proper bestseLLer.



[ Train rattLlng in distance ]



[ Sniffs deepIy ]



Sometimes I feeI

you're my onIy friend, Louise.



But you know so many peopIe.



Oh, it's Tom

they come to see.



What about your famlly?



Oh, weLL, they just say,

um, ''Poor Tom. ''



[ Sniffs ]

''He's got his hands fuLL. ''



I'm gIad about M r. ELlot,




being so busy and important.



Oh, he's in a spin,

aLL right, yes.



Ever since he Ieft the bank

and took the job in pubLlshing,



everyone wants to see him.

[ Sniffs ]



Like bees around a honey pot.



I hardIy ever see him now.



[ Teacup rattLlng ]



[ Sniffs ]



Isn't that awfuLLy difficuIt?



[ ChuckIes softIy ] Oh,

I never think about it, ma'am --



just something

for idIe hands.



[ TeIephone ringing

in distance ]



[ Ringing stops ]



[ Knock on door ]



Thank you.



[ TeIephone ringing ]




T. S. ELlot's office.



[ Coins cIanking ]



[ Cockney accent ]

M r. ELlot, pIease.



Who is this?



Who's speaking, pIease?



[ NormaI voice ] WouId you

teLL him his wife is caLLing?



One moment, pIease.



I'm sorry, M rs. ELlot,

but M r. ELlot isn't --



your husband's not here

just now.



I know perfectIy weLL

he's there.



And working too hard

to keep you in the job --



that's what he's doing.



- Now --

- [ Laughter ]



[ I ndistinct conversation ]



Is this some deLlberate

attempt to provoke me?!



Give me the chairman at once!



I want to speak

to M r. Faber immediateIy.



I'm terribIy sorry, but

I'm under strict instructions



not to aLLow any --



Oh, for God's sake!



I am coming over this instant!



I am opposite this bullding,

and I am going to make



the most awfuI stink

you ever heard.



[ Receiver hangs up ]



[ Lock cLlcks ]



[ Engine idLlng ]



[ Door handIe rattLlng ]



[ IdLlng continues ]



I onIy wanted to Ieave a smaLL

bar of chocoIate for my husband.



[ ChocoIate bar thuds ]



[ Liquid bubbLlng ]



Anything for me?



- Thank you.

- M m-hmm.



Ohh ! Oh !



[ Sobbing ]



As we have discussed before,



the uneven fIow

from the pituitary gIand



somehow feeds down

to the ovuIation cycIe.



[ I nhaIes sharpIy ]

But in addition to this,



Vivienne has

what I prefer to caLL



a febrlle disease of the mind.



Now, that is why I have asked

Dr. M llIer here today



to expIain the condition.



I n fact, we consider it



a secondary form

of mentaI disease,



and it is notorious



in attacking young women

of exceptionaI gifts.



The patient falls to understand

her sociaI position



and her duty to society.



She becomes vuIgar and impuIsive

and frequentIy shows



a rebeLLious disregard

for propriety.



And it is this condition



that the Iaw and the medicaI

professions define



as ''moraI insanity. ''



I nsanity?



TechnicaLLy, yes.



I thought I'd take you

by surprise.



A very pIeasant surprise




How very good of you to visit.



[ Door unIocks ]



We'LL be undisturbed here.



[ Groaning ] Ooh. Um.



What has she done?






[ Gasps ]



- Oh, hurry.

- Yes.



[ Moaning ]






[ Gasping ]






Uhhh. Uh !



Uhhhhh !



Oh, I'm so sorry.



Ohhh !



I'LL never do it again.

I'LL be good.



Uhh ! Leave me.

[ CIears throat ]



[ Water running ]



Oh, I'm so ashamed.



[ Sighs deepIy ]



I'LL be good. . .

I'm sorry.



[ SIow instrumentaI music

pIays ]



Forgive me.



Tom. . .



Don't Iook at me.



What is it that you want?



I want nothing.



That's preciseIy

what you have.



You can't go on Llke this,

neither of you.



What is it that you want?



I'm married to a woman

that I Iove. . .



but everything we do together

faLLs apart.



I crave companionship. . .



but I am compIeteIy aIone.



[ Breathes deepIy ]



[ Choir singing in Latin ]



[ Speaking Latin ]



[ Singing continues ]



I , Thomas, renounce the devll

and aLL his works --



the vain pomp and gIory

of this worId,



the carnaI desires

of the fIesh.



[ Speaking Latin ]



Taxi !



Taxi !



Taxi !



Why, Vivienne.



Oh, heLLo, Vivie.



HeLLo, Vivienne.



No. Uh, no,

you've made a mistake.



You're confusing me with that

other woman who is so Llke me.



She's aIways getting me

into terribIe troubIe.



How absurd.



And if you don't go away

this minute!



Don't be sllIy.

You are Vivienne ELlot.



- [ Door cIoses ]

- [ Gasps ]



I am not Vivienne ELlot

and never have been.



Is that cIear?



Yes. Yes, it is.

It's perfectIy, perfectIy cIear.



Yes, you know.

A huge mistake, of course.



You are not Vivienne ELlot.



How couId we possibIy

think you are?



- You are not.

- [ Horn honks ]



[ Sighs ]



One simpIy has to fight

tooth and nall



to get a cab

at this time of day.



[ BeLL dinging ]



[ SIow instrumentaI music

pIays ]



LOWELL: ''Dear M r. ELlot,



''thank you for your repIy

of the sixteenth.



''The facuIty

is naturaLLy deLlghted



''that you have accepted

the chair of poetry



''at Harvard University.



''Tenure wllI be for one year,

commencing September   (   .



''WouId you be kind enough

to reIay your traveI pIans



''so that arrangements

for suitabIe accommodation



''can be made?



Yours sincereIy, G.T. LoweLL,

President, Harvard University. ''



M AN : HeLLo, Nancy, darLlng.




Oh, Iook, there he is.






WOM AN : There, there!

There she is!



[ I ndistinct conversations ]



New friend !



Great white hunter.






WOM AN : Come aIong, darLlng.






Look at you, Vivie,

Iook at you.



My, you're marveIous!



Oh, Iook at you !



You've shrunk.



Tom, my dear feLLow.



MarveIous to see you.



[ I ndistinct conversations ]



So, how's EngIand

treating you, Tom?



Aces aLL around --

new house, new car.



Same wife.



TeLL us about Africa.



WeLL, uh, totaLLy huge,

swimming with gin and eIephants.






Natives speak EngLlsh

to a man.



Oh, Tom, I must teLL you --



I met this American fllIy

in Mombasa,



and she was actuaLLy reading

one of your books.



Oh, spIendid.



Yes, startLlng.

Who'd have beLleved it?



''Oh, God, '' I said.

''That's oId Tom's poetry. ''



WeLL, worked wonders

in the oId courtship front.



I knew poetry wouId

come in usefuI one day.



- GIad to be of use, Maurice.

- [ Laughs ]



[ AirpIane engine idLlng ]



I say, super motorcar.



So, what have you two

been up to?



Oh. . . endIess parties.



ALL Tom's friends

come over --



students bang!ng on the door

at all hours for autographs



and bishops by the truckIoad.



Oh, Tom is one of us now --

British citizen.






WeIcome aboard.



Thinking about kids next,

I shouIdn't wonder.



Oh, I don't know about that.



We do have cats, though.



Both stllI crazy

about chocoIate?



AbsoIuteIy mad about it.




You both sound so happy.



We are.



That's it?






[ Tires screeching ]



[ Birds chirping ]



M ums, Tom's whoIe career

is at stake.



He gives Iectures to the

archbishop at Lambeth PaIace.



ALL that wllI go up in smoke.



Maurice, pIease.



No, no. Short memory,

these top peopIe.



Now, Tom can't take her




He's terrified in case

she causes another awfuI scene.



I mean, she's sending

Ietters around town,



accusing aLL and sundry

of trying to seduce him.



Ask Tom.



Thank you, Maurice.



First the Ietters.

Then the car.



WeLL, my teeth wllI never

be the same again.



Sometimes she gets carsick.



I know it's not an excuse,



but you might have toId her

about America.



I Ieft the Ietter

where she couId see it.



I thought it best.



So the first thing she knows

of your going to America --



for who knows how Iong --



is a Ietter

on the dining-room tabIe.



I can't pretend anymore.



She's sick.



ALL the doctors say

the same thing.



She's running around town

with a knife in her handbag.



What knife?



The poor sod onIy has to say

''Meet the wife, ''



and a brigade

of these BIoomsbury waLLahs



stampede mad dog

for the causey.



[ Sighs ]



Think of the scandaI, M ums,

if she goes too far.



Where is Viv?



I sent her off to Harrods.



[ Door opens ]



M r. Janes,

wouId you come in?



M ums, this is M r. Janes, whom

we were taIking about earLler.



Um, he was a poLlceman

and --



Maurice, pIease.



M r. Janes

is a medicaI officer



with the Association

of Private Practitioners.



What does

a medicaI officer do?



It's pureIy hypotheticaI.



No finaI decision's

been taken.



WeLL, M rs. Wood --



M rs. Haigh-Wood.



I observe the Iady

of whom we speak



and report to the famlly.



I n the event of a crisis,

two doctors are obLlged



to ask the Iady two questions

of a simpIe nature.



The next morning,



I go to the magistrate's court

with a petition.






And appIy for a notice

of committaI.



I then convey her

into the care of her doctors.



You mean you bundIe her

into a straitjacket



and cart her off

to the Iunatic asyIum.



[ Footsteps depart,

door opens ]



It is vitaI that we act

together as a famlly.



[ Door cIoses ]



[ DoorbeLL rings ]



[ Door opens ]



Good evening, sir.



She's Iocked herseIf in.

I thought I better caLL you.






I think now's the time,

M r. ELlot.






I , um, took the Llberty

of caLLing the doctors.



Yes. . . I see.



[ Door opens ]



[ Upbeat instrumentaI music

pIays in distance ]



I unIocked the door

the minute I heard you.



- [ Laughter ]

- HeLLo, Viv.



[ I ndistinct pIayfuI shouting ]



What's aLL going on

out there?



We need to be very caIm.



Oh, there's no need for that.



If you want to go out, do.



I want you to.



Thank you, but no.



No, it's good for you.



You can't stay trapped

in here with me.



[ VehicIe passing ]



I do know what goes on

in your mind.



[ Cockney accent ] Who is it

this time -- Gert or Daisy?




you're up to something.



Let's be caIm, Vivienne.



[ NormaI voice ]

I keep getting



aLL these horribIe formaI

Ietters from your Iawyer.



I toId them I wanted

to taIk to you.



After aLL,

you are my husband.



We are IegaLLy separated.



Oh, that's just a form

of words, isn't it?



Whom God has joined,

Iet no man put asunder.



You're an expert on God,

aren't you?



We are going to have to taIk

about things, Vivienne.



WeLL, we've never done that

before, have we?



You have to understand

what you have done.



We have to face this together.



[ Lighter snaps ]



[ Sighs ]



[ TaIking indistinctIy ]



[ GIass cLlnks ]



The motorcar. . .

the chocoIates.



[ ChuckLlng ] Oh, that.



Those rats at Faber's

wanted you aLL to themseIves.



There was no room for me.



I'm so angry

at being Iocked up.



You see, you have to remember

what a success you are --



a famous poet, director

of a Ieading pubLlsher's.



I wouId Llke some recognition

for that.



After aLL, the poems come out

of our Llves, Tom.



I'd Llke to share

just an inch of that success.



But why chocoIate?



Because you Iove it,



aIthough not quite

in that form, I grant you.



And the car?



You reaLLy

couId have kllIed us.



- How are Maurice's teeth?

- Fine.



- Was the car fixed?

- Yes.



And you and I are stllI upright,

so. . . [ I nhaIes deepIy ]



Look, I feIt a rush of bIood

to the head.



I was sitting, Llstening

to a string of triviaI chatter.



You were vexed

by the conversation?



You were Ieaving me

for a year,



and you didn't have

the courage to teLL me.



Maurice was asking us

questions about ourseIves,



and I heard us teLLing him

masses of Lles over and over.



You see --

[ I nhaIes deepIy ]



[ ExhaLlng ] Oh.



You see, that -- that's. . .

why I married you, Tom --



to escape from aLL that.



But you. . .



WeLL, Tom, you aIways wanted

to be the perfect EngLlshman.



ALL these years, Vivie. . .



right from the start.



ALL the secrets

we had to keep.



Trying not to catch

each other's eyes



because we might reaLlze

we were strangers.



And aIways the medicines,

the doctors,



the experts,

the things I was never toId.



And the way

peopIe Iooked at us.



''There go Tom and Viv.



''What do they say

to each other?



What ever do they say?''



[ Knock on door ]



J ANES : I have the doctors

and attendants, sir.



Stay out!



What's going on?



Two of your doctors

are outside.



They want to come in

and take a Iook at you



and make a decision.



At this time of night?



They have your best

interests at heart.



What decision?



They need to come in. . .



and ask you

a few questions.



You won't Iet them

take me away from you, Tom.



After aLL, there have been

good moments in the past.



We've had our spIendid times,

haven't we, Tom?






[ RustLlng ]



[ CLlcking ]



Are you ready?



Vivie, darLlng. . .



if you have a knife. . .



wouId you give it to us,




M AUR ICE : We know you have

a knife there.



We're being a bit

Ethel M. Dell, aren't we?



There have been compIaints.



From whom?



M rs. Virginia WooIf.



[ ChuckIes ]

And you beLleve them?



WeLL, M ums, um. . .

I'm afraid it's too Iate.



I caught up with M rs. WooIf




in the Iadies' room

at Victoria Station.



[ Sniffs ]



I'LL show you

exactIy how I did it.



[ I nhaIes sharpIy ]

Like that!



[ ALL shouting ]



Oh, good Lord !



[ CIears throat ]



I bought it in a toy shop.



[ Sighing ] Oh, God.



Now, I beLleve you have

some questions for me.



Tom wllI teLL you --

I'm brllLlant at puzzIes.



[ Man cIears throat ]



[ Papers rustLlng ]



''Rupert takes his friends

to the opera.



''Rupert is sitting next

to CharIes and on his Ieft.



''Daphne sits immediateIy

on CharIes' right.



''CIarissa sits somewhere

to the Ieft of Daphne.



Can you put them

in their correct order?''



CIarissa is next to Rupert,



Rupert is next to CharIes,

CharIes is next to Daphne.



Uh, yes.

That's. . . correct.



[ I nhaIes sharpIy ]




A greasy poIe

is     yards high.



The LlttIe brown monkey

wishes to cLlmb the poIe.



The monkey cLlmbs

three yards a day.



Each night,

he sLlps back two yards.



How many days wllI it take him

to reach the top?



[ SIow instrumentaI music

pIays ]






S-- wrong.



The answer is eight.



[ Whispering ]



A member of the famlly must sign

for the reception order.



The, uh, Lunacy Act

provides the foLLowing --



aLL Vivienne's bank accounts



and credit arrangements

at certain shops



cease immediateIy.



She's not aLLowed to vote

or drive a vehicIe



or hoId any kind of passport.



She has no right of appeaI

at any time for her reIease.



After that, everything is at

the discretion of the trustees.



What do we do with Vivie now?



WeLL, M rs. ELlot wllI be

compIeteIy at Llberty



for at Ieast two or three days



untll the magistrates can

approve of the reception order.



Then. . . she wllI be committed.



Excuse me.



Oh, God.



Men in white coats.



[ I ndistinct conversations ]



[ VehicIes passing ]



[ I ndistinct conversations ]



M rs. Vivienne ELlot. . .

under the Lunacy Act,



I'm obLlged

to take you away from here



to a proper pIace

of detention.



How dare you?!



We're not going to have a nasty

scene in a pubLlc pIace, are we?



I don't see why not!



[ Gasps ]



[ Dishes rattLlng ]



[ Women screaming ]



[ Screaming continues ]



Stop it!



Are we going to be a bit more

IadyLlke now, Vivienne?



Dear God !



Pay for the tea, wouId you?



And, um,

be sure to Ieave a tip.



[ Breathing heavlly ]



- [ Engine turns over ]

- Oh, goodbye.






PIease! [ Sobs ]



Ma'am !



[ Door cIoses ]



[ Engine revs ]



Don't Llsten, ma'am ! !



She was the first in her cIass



to audition

for the baLLet schooI.



[ Sniffs ]

And Ianguages -- oh.



What a gift she had.



It is a. . .

very impressive pIace --



acres of grass.



Viv wllI be very comfortabIe.



And it is just for a whlle.






[ Breathes deepIy ]

After you came to us,



I-I warned our famlly

and friends,



''He's a bit of a stick. . . ''

[ Breathes deepIy ]



''. . . but so eager

to be Llke us. ''



And then those BIoomsbury

types got hoId of you.



[ Breathes deepIy ]



You mustn't think



that riffraff is the heart

of EngLlsh Llfe.



It isn't such a. . .



an achievement

to turn gossip into art. . .



and write nasty noveIs

about one's friends.



[ Breathes deepIy ]



Haigh-Woods have been buried



as far afieId as. . . AIberta. . .



and NepaI.



Magistrates, councllors,

church wardens.



Oh, unfashionabIe, yes.



Snigger behind

BIoomsbury shutters. . .



but that is

true British stock.



Goes about its business.



Is quiet about it.



Quite unexceptionaI.



And, I might add,



never before has one of us

been carted off in disgrace



to a Iunatic's house.



You swore to us, Tom,



you wouId aIways

Iook after Vivie.



So now you're famous

on a booksheIf.



What do we have Ieft

to give you?



I Iove this famlly.



And I've aIways wanted

to be a part of it.



Famlly unity --



No, pIease.



I've Llved aLL my Llfe

in the hope



that Vivie wouId be

acceptabIe to someone.



It's not quite the moment. . .



to give me the benefit

of your mind.



Good night, Maurice.






I'm off.



Day after tomorrow.






Oh. So soon?



I'm joining the regiment.



Of course.






I wllI keep in touch.


















It's been spIendid

knowing you.



I feeI I've. . .

touched history.



WeLL. . . I sort of hung on.






What have we done?



[ Soft instrumentaI music

pIays ]



[ Birds chirping ]



[ Chirping continues ]



M rs. ELlot?



Hi. I'm Captain Todd.



I beLleve you know M r. Davis

from the Board of ControI.



Yes. HeLLo.



HeLLo, M rs. ELlot.



You're an American.



That's right.



Seconded by my unit to the

Tavistock CLlnic as an observer.



I've been Iooking

at your case history.



I was wondering if we couId

go over a few things together.






Did any doctor ever mention

hormonaI imbaIance?






When did menopause occur?



Seven years ago.



And since that time,

you've had pretty good heaIth?



I have -- remarkabIy.






This treatment you had --



I mean, aLL there is

is this history of headaches



foLLowed by stomach pains

and menstruaI bIeeding.



[ Sighs ] Yes,

I suppose you couId sum up



a quarter of a century

of frightfuIness in that way.



You see, today there are

courses of hormone treatment



to maintain the uterus.



It's reIativeIy simpIe.



[ Birds chirping ]






[ Papers rustLlng ]



You're IegaLLy separated

from your husband?



[ I nhaIes sharpIy ]



I'm sorry to say that's true.



Look, ma'am. . .



I'm not too acquainted

with British Iaw,



but I understand your husband

is a trustee of your estate



and has controI

over your money.



Is that right?



I mean,

couId you cIarify that?



I have no intention

of cIarifying anything.



I don't know

what you're insinuating.



It seems to me



that you're paying for

your own incarceration here.



I mean, are you trying to say

that in aLL these years,



no one has ever made an

appLlcation for your reIease?



No member of your famlly?

No trustee?



How dare you.



My husband is

the sweetest man on Earth.



He has borne the most awfuI

Lles and vllification



with absoIute courage.



He beIongs with kings

covered in raiment.



Look, excuse me --



T. S. ELlot is

the greatest Llving poet



in the EngLlsh Ianguage.



Ma'am, I'm sorry.

I've never heard of T. S. ELlot.



And you won't beLlttIe me

that way.



I gave Tom the titIe

to The Waste Land.



We worked together,

side by side, for     years.



I am threaded through every Llne

of poetry he has ever written !



And he has my undying Iove!



He wllI have it untll

the Iast breath Ieaves my body.



And he knows it.



And nobody can ever

take that away.



'''. . .the rending pain

of reenactment



'''of aLL that you have done,

and been ;



'''the shame of motives

Iate reveaIed,



'''and the awareness

of things llI-done



'''and done to others' harm



'''which once you took

for exercise of virtue.



'''Then fooIs' approvaI stings



'''and honor stains.



'''From wrong to wrong the

exasperated spirit proceeds,



'''unIess restored

by that refining fire



'''where you must move

in measure,



Llke a dancer. '''



[ Man speaking indistinctIy ]






[ Knocking IoudIy ]



Tom !



[ SIow instrumentaI music

pIays ]



Ah !

Tom, how good to see you.



HeLLo, Bertie.



[ ChuckIes ] How are you?

And what are you doing?









NormaI things for a poet --



watching enemy pIanes,

avoiding bombs,



checking the bIackouts.



And you, Bertrand?



I heard about Viv.



I suppose there was

no other soIution.



Of course,

she was aIways unstabIe.



You used to say

she was a free spirit.



Did I?



I don't recaLL.



[ Woman singing PergoIesi's

''Stabat Mater'' ]



Don't think it doesn't hurt.



She's with me aLL the time --



every minute of the day.



[ M usic continues ]



Ah. My stop.



Goodbye, Bertie.






She is weLL, Tom?



You have no right to ask that.



[ Latch cLlcks ]



Tom. . .



[ M usic continues ]



[ Latch cLlcks ]



[ M usic continues ]



There's a visitor for you,

M rs. ELlot.



[ EIevator cLlcks ]






HeLLo, Maurice.



[ Birds chirping ]



[ Sighs ]






[ Sighs ]



You Iook so fit.



That's Africa.



Oh. Tea.



I'LL move these.



[ Sllverware rattIes ]



WeLL. . .

Iooks pretty ace here.



It is.



They're Iooking after you




Oh, five-star.



That's the spirit.



How was Africa?



Not bad.



Uh, saw off a few U-boats.



Gin was a bit difficuIt

to come by.



Appointed me

chief of poLlce -- Lagos.






[ Sighs ]

Had to give it up, though.



Hit a bit of a baId patch.



High commission wanted

this victory parade,



so we heId a sunset curfew

the night before,



rounded up every dark bLlghter

we found in the streets,



and popped them over

to the chief magistrate's court



the next morning.



No chief magistrate.



I'd Iocked the rascaI up

with aLL the others.



Red faces aLL around.



[ Sllverware rattLlng ]



Dear oId Vivie.



I want to know

how you are. . .



how it's aLL gone.



Pretty quiet.






You must have had masses

of visitors --



ceIebs from the book worId.



Not masses.



I mean, you --

you do see chums?



Chums drop by?



You're the first chum

I've seen since M ummy died.






But there's. . . stllI oId Tom.






WeLL, he must write --

that sort of thing.



I haven't heard from Tom

in     years.



But you are. . . aLL right.



I mean, you seem so okay.



I'm as sane as you are,




Which. . . may not amount to much,

God knows, but. . .



Ah. SqueIch.



I've Iearned to cook.



Wait here.



[ BeLL ringing ]



[ Ringing stops ]



[ I ndistinct conversations

in distance ]



[ I ndistinct conversations ]



I want you to give this

to Tom.



It's his favorite --

chocoIate fudge.



You know how he Ioves




I've reaLLy no idea

when I'LL see him.



I-I can't promise.



But when you do. . .



Yes. . . I'm bound

to bump into him, of course.



I have to go now, Maurice.



I don't want to miss supper.



Goodbye, Maurice.



[ SIow instrumentaI music

pIays ]



Chin up.



[ Sobs ]



[ Birds chirping ]



VIVI ENNE : Maurice!



[ Laughter,

indistinct voices ]



M AUR ICE : Vivie was, of course,

the strong one.



She made cowards of us aLL.



[ Engine turns over ]



WeLL, me, certainIy.



TerribIe, reaLLy.



Can't forget it.



It never mattered to Vivie

what the worId might think.



She's a very honest person,

you see.



- [ Brakes squeak ]

- She stuck by her beLlefs.



She beLleved in Tom

and his genius.



[ Gate rattIes ]



She Ioved him

and she stuck by him.



Never Ieft him.



[ Gate rattIes ]



Never, ever Ieft him.



[ SIow piano music pIays ]



[ M usic ends ]


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