Heavenly Creatures

'Christchurch - New Zealand City of the Plains.

'Here, when spring comes to Canterbury,

'daffodils bloom gay and golden in the woodland of Hagley Park.'

'Nearby are tall buildings,

'busy streets and the heart of the city,

'Cathedral Square.'

'Canterbury University College - weathered greystone,

'shadowed cloisters.'

'Lord Rutherford studied here.

'The Girls High School in Cranmer Square.'

'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 colourful.'

'Yes, Christchurch - New Zealand City of the Plains !'

GIRLS SCREAM

SCREAMS CONTINUE

SCREAMING

SCREAMING

SCREAMING

Mummy!

Mummy!

Mummy!

HYSTERICAL SCREAMING

SCREAMING

It's Mummy!

She's terribly hurt!

HELP US!

GIRLS' CHOIR: # Just a closer walk with thee

# Granted 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

# Jesus 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, you'll care

# Walk with me

# My burden share

# None but thee, dear Lord

# None but thee

# Just a closer walk with thee

# Granted Jesus is my plea

# Daily walking close to thee

# Let it be

# Dear Lord

# Let it be #

Sit.

The imperfect subjunctive indicates action in the past.

Il voulait qu'elle lui donnat de l'argent.

Translate, somebody. Quickly!

He wanted her to give him some money

Put up your hand! I will not have girls talking out of turn in class!

Good morning, girls!

ALL: Good morning, Miss Stewart.

Sit.

Miss Waller, class,

this is Juliet Hulme.

Juliet attended St Margaret.

Prior to that, Queenswood in the Hawkes Bay.

I am, actually, from England, Miss Stewart.

Of course.

Juliet's father is Dr Hulme. Rector of Canterbury College.

Juliet has travelled all over the world.

I am sure she is eager to share her impressions

of exotic lands across the seas with the girls of 3A.

Well, I'll leave you to it, Miss Waller. Juliet.

-<

-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. Je doutais

qu'il...

vienne.

Excuse me, Miss Waller. You've made a mistake.

"Je doutais qu'il vienne" is the spoken subjunctive.

It is customary to stand when addressing a teacher. Antoinette.

You should have written "vint".

Oh. I must've copied it incorrectly from my notes.

Don't apologise, Miss Waller.

I found it frightfully difficult myself until I got the hang of it.

Thank you, Juliet!

Open your textbook at page 17!

Right, I thought we'd do life drawing today.

So pair off and decide who'll model and who'll draw.

Oh, Juliet. You haven't got a partner.

That's all right, Mrs Collins. I can manage without one.

Pauline?

Are you with anybody?

Good.

Come and pair up with Juliet.

Good heavens, Juliet!

What on earth is this?

St George and the dragon.

But where's Pauline?

Oh, I haven't got around to her yet.

I meant to pop her on a rock, but I've run out of room. Sorry.

Have you noticed

that I've actually drawn St George in the likeness

of the world's greatest tenor, Mario Lanza!

Yes. Very clever, Juliet.

But when I set a topic, I expect you to follow it. Now, start again.

I think your drawing's fantastic.

Oooh, mackerel! We'll have them for lunch tomorrow.

Have 'em now, nice and fresh! Eh, Nora?

I believe our Mr Bayliss isn't keen on seafood.

And I've got lambchops in the refrigerator.

Excuse me. Would you mind if I put my new long-player on?

You'd be partial to mackerel, eh, Steve?

Aw, actually,

I'm not a fish man, Mr Rieper.

You HAVE been splashing out.

Aw, it's all right! I've got my board!

Hello.

Well?

Tell us. How'd you go?

Got an "A", Mum.

Oh!

Oh, don't worry. We'll sort it out later. Put your record on.

Doris Day!

I think she's really talented.

MUSIC BLARES

MUSIC: "Be My Love" by Mario Lanza

Gotta be quick here, mate!

# Be my love

# For no one else can end this yearning

# This need that you, and you alone... #

Hey! Is this that

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

# We'll find love's promised... #

Go away!

# There'll be no one but you...#

..and left!

Right and left and right and left.

Can I have another look?

JULIET GASPS

That's SO impressive!

Can I touch it?

Ugh!

I've got scars.

They're on my lungs.

I spent months in bed during the war ravaged by respiratory illness.

'Mummy and Daddy sent me to the Bahamas to recover.'

'Didn't see them for 5 years. Mummy says 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!

LAUGHTER

Oh! Hi, Paul!

Ow!

The evil Prince Runnymeade's escaping!

Get him, Paul!

Faster!

Come on!

The blighter's gone to ground!

ARGH!

Oh, God, Jonsie! Jonsie, stop it!

Go away.

We're not playing anymore. Go on. Bugger off.

Sorry about that.

Oh!

Oh, God!

I'm so sorry!

Doesn't matter.

Of course it matters!

It's Mario!

What on earth are these?

They're egg and salmon sandwiches. I gave them to you days ago.

Oh. I thought I could smell sulphur.

God, Henry...!

You're hopeless!

Can't even be trusted with lunch(!)

Mother!

Oh.

Hello.

Mother, Jonsie broke Paul's record!

Oh, dear.

We must buy her another one!

Would you like a cup of tea?

Paul?

Um, no, thank you.

Juliet's told us all about you. I hear you're very fond of opera.

Now! Which one shall we play?

Juliet. You're father's trying to study.

Daddy can study while we listen.

Why don't you play outside? I'll be finished soon.

MUSIC: "The Donkey Serenade" by Mario Lanza

MWAH!

# There's a song in the air

# But the fair senorita

# Doesn't seem to care

# For the song in the air... THEY MAKE AEROPLANE NOISES

# 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 mio

# Does she not have a dainty bray?

# She listens carefully To each little tune you play

# A bella senorita

# Si, si, 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... #

MARIO!

# Is ee-awww

# Senorita

# Donkey-sita

# 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... #

SCREAMS

Paul?!

Oh, God! Paul?!

Are you all right?

I...

I think... I'm dying!

Don't!

Please.

Please, don't...!

Paul!

JULIET SOBS

Eurgh!

You've been eating onions!

You toad!

WILD LAUGHTER AND SQUEALS

BOTH: # There's a light in her eye

# Though she may try to hide it

# She can not deny

# There's a light in her eye... #

# Her face is a dream

# Like an angel I saw...

# But all that my darling can...

MARIO LANZA: # Scream

# Is ee-aaaawwww

# Senorita

# Donkey-sita

# Not so fleet

# As a mosquito

# But so sweet

# Like my Chiquita

# You're the one for me

# Ole! #

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'll all go to heaven.

I'm not.

I'm going to the Fourth World.

It's sort of like heaven,

only better, because there are no Christians.

It's an absolute paradise of music, art and pure enjoyment!

James will be there. And Mario.

Only they'll be saints!

Saint Mario!

To be known

as "He".

He.

Him.

Him.

This.

This.

That.

That.

It!

Absolutely not!

Orson Welles!

Ugh! The most hideous man alive!

We...give praise...

..to the Saints.

(Saints.)

Oh, wonderful, Mum!

I've got meself a pair of socks!

Oh, Wendy...!

Aw, thanks!

From Dad.

-<

-Mario Lanza! Thanks, Yvonne!

I hope it's all right. It's from Whitcombe and Tombes.

"I decided that my New Year's resolution is to be

"more lenient with others."

Pikelets! Yum!

Aren't you going out?

Not until 2.30.

This is a private function. Go away!

DOORCHIMES

Oh! Come on.

Come on through.

Look who I found!

Hello. Juliet.

Hello, Mrs Rieper.

It's so nice to meet you.

..in a BLAZING fury, Charles kills Lancelot Trelawney by sword...

leaving Deborah free to accept Charles's proposal of marriage!

I've heard your mother on 3YA.

The Women's Session has lots of lively debate.

Actually, Mummy's left that now.

Too busy with the Marriage Guidance Council.

They're a queer mob.

(Dad...!)

I wouldn't want to discuss my life with a complete stranger.

Oh, Mummy's awfully good at it!

'She talks to unhappy couples and gets them to give it another go.'

'In two years, she's only had four divorces.'

'She should be working for the UN!'

My wife's blaming me. Says it's all MY fault.

And how do you feel about that, Mr Perry?

Please.

Call me Bill.

Dunno what went wrong. My wife feels...

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.

DOORBELL

Eat up, Yvonne.

It's my middle name.

Yvonne says you're good at making models.

I adore anything to do with the arts.

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. Excuse us. Breakfast is between 7 and 9.

The bedrooms are small, but they're clean and comfortable.

Your story - perhaps the school newspaper will print it.

Actually, Mr Rieper, it's a novel. We'll be sending it to New York.

The big publishing houses are based there.

Is that a fact?!

Better put me name down for an advance copy!

"We've decided it's sad for others, being unable appreciate our genius.

"But we hope the book will help them to do so a little.

"Though no one could fully appreciate us!"

LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER AND SQUEALS

HORSE NEIGHS Charles clutches...

his wounded shoulder as he gallops back!

Deborah awaits him in their boudoir at the top of the tower.

He smells her scent from 50 paces, and urges his steed onward!

GALLOPING HOOVES

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!

What's "up the duff"?

Something YOU wouldn't understand.

Tell me! I'm almost 10!

You're eight and a half, and incredibly stupid!

Mummy, 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 Diello.

Well, that's a good...dramatic name.

Paul thought it up.

Aren't you clever!

There...! All done.

Hilda, where's the letter from the High Commission?

They want our passport numbers.

Are you going abroad, Daddy?

He has a conference in England, darling.

We'll only be gone a few weeks.

You're not going, are you, Mummy?

Well, yes. I thought I might.

It's...a long time for your father and I to be apart.

But I should go, too.

Darling, you've got school. You've just settled in.

But...

Who's coming to the shops?

Me! I'm coming!

I need some cigarettes!

-<

-Shoes, Jonathan!

Julie!

Julie!

SHE SOBS

Look, Paul!

What?

Look!

What?

Oh, it's so beautiful.

What?!

Oh, it's so... beautiful.

Pretty flowers...

Oh, oh...!

Come with me!

THUNDER

(It's all right...!)

Come on!

Look!

"Today, Juliet and I discovered the key to the Fourth World.

"We've had it in our possession for about six months.

"But we only realised it on the day of the death of Christ.

"We saw a gateway through the clouds. Everything was peace and bliss."

"We then realised, we had the key!"

"We have an extra part of our brain that appreciates the Fourth World.

"Only about 10 people have it.

"On two days every year we may use the Key to look into

"the beautiful world we're lucky enough to know of,

"on this Day of Finding the Key to the Way Through the Clouds."

AGONISED GROANING

Push!

It's coming!

Oh, God!

It's a boy!

Deborah...

we have a son and heir.

I shall call him Diello.

You're such an incredible woman!

I couldn't have done it without you, Charles!

Empress Deborah has enormous difficulty fending off her husband.

He tries to have his way with her morning, noon and night.

THEY GIGGLE

Thank you, Juliet!

However, the queen's biggest problem is her son Diello.

The blighter slaughters his nannies whenever the fancy takes him...

That's enough, Juliet!

I suppose it's your idea of a joke!

No, Mrs Stevens.

It's not clever to mock the Royal Family!

Or to poke fun at the Queen and the Empire with this...rubbish!

It's not rubbish!

Sit down, Pauline!

I don't know why you are so upset, Mrs Stevens.

I wrote an essay on the Royal Family, as requested.

It doesn't say the Windsors!

Sit down!

A girl like you should be setting an example. To your seat.

COUGHS

COUGHING CONTINUES

Stop it, Juliet!

"Mrs Hulme told me today that Juliet has tuberculosis on one lung."

"Poor Julietta! 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.

Yvonne, you must eat. You had nothing last night.

Now, come on. I'm not having you falling ill.

I just want to be on my own for a while.

Well, you may have forgotten

that you were once a very sick little girl, but I haven't.

Could Juliet stay here while her parents are away?

Juliet's infectious. She'll be in hospital.

She'll have no-one to look after her.

Her parents won't go abroad now. They'll cancel their trip.

Don't worry about Juliet.

It's not too late to cancel our travel arrangements

if it's what you want.

I'm sure you'll like it here.

It's very tranquil.

I spoke to the matron. She promises to take extra special care of you.

And you can carry on with your studies as you convalesce.

It's for the good of your health, darling!

Cheer up, old thing. Hmm?

Four months.

Fly by in no time.

'Juliet won't be allowed visitors for two months, dear.'

I've booked you in for a chest X-ray. Just to be on the safe side.

Thought I'd build that bird house on Saturday.

Anybody wanna give me a hand?

You used to love making things with Dad, Yvonne.

"This evening I had a brainwave.

"Juliet and I should write to each other as Charles and Deborah.

"I wrote a six-page letter as Charles, and two pages as Paul."

"She has entered into the spirit of the thing greatly!"

"My dear Charles, I miss you and adore you in equal amounts,

"and long for the day when we will be reunited."

"But languishing here, amongst this disease and decrepitude,

"my mind turns with increasing frequency to the problem of our son.

"Although only 10, Diello has thus far killed 57 people

"and shows no desire to stop! It worries me, Charles."

"My dearest, darling, Deborah.

"Affairs of state continue to occupy my time.

"In truth, 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.

"And he made such a fuss, I had to let HIM wield the axe.

"Heads did roll!

"Not just prisoners, but the Royal Guard, my valet

"and several onlookers copped it, as well."

"Charles, despair bids me put Diello in the hands of the Cardinal.

"A dose of religion may put him back on track."

Hello, again.

How are you getting on?

It must be awfully hard being away from your school chums.

I've got something you might just like to have a look at.

Sadly, the miracles of modern medicine only go so far

in combating illness...

HIS VOICE ECHOES AND DISTORTS

INAUDIBLE

Reach out, Juliet! Reach out for Jesus!

AAARRRGGHH!

Yvonne!

Yvonne!

PAUL!

Oh, I'm SO happy to see you!

Don't get too close! She's still not 100%.

Hello, Juliet.

Hello.

We brought you some fruit.

Oh, thank you so much!

Well, that's, um, coming along nicely.

I'm the matron's favourite patient. She showed me her special stitch!

I love the colour.

It's for you.

Goodness me, what a lot of letters.

Are your parents enjoying their trip?

Oh, there's a few unopened ones.

I'm saving them for a rainy day.

I know it's hard for you, but it is for the good of your health.

They sent me to the Bahamas "for the good of my health"(!)

And 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.

Can't you stay a bit longer, Paul?

No. We've got a tram to catch.

Yeah, this is quite something.

You're damn clever.

So, Deborah is married to Charles

and this Nicolas is her tennis instructor?

Yes. There's nothing between them. Deborah'd never go for a commoner.

Nicolas has got his eye on Gina.

An amazingly beautiful Gypsy!

Looks like you, Yvonne.

Juliet made it.

It's incredible.

I bet you know the royal lineage for five centuries.

Oh, yes. It's all worked out.

You'll never guess what's happened!

What?

John has fallen in love with me!

That idiot boarder?

Yes!

How do you know?

Did he tell you?

Well... no.

But it's SO obvious!

Is that why you haven't replied to my last letter?

Oh... No, silly.

I'm only teasing.

He's only a stupid boy.

(Yvonne!)

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 cosy?

It's damn cold, isn't it?

D'you think I could hop into bed for a minute? To warm up?

My feet are like ice blocks.

You should have worn slippers.

C'mon, 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."

-AS A TEACHER:

-Now, girls, it isn't "o" it is "e".

And she goes "eeee", as if someone was jamming a pin into her.

Silly old trout.

I love you, Yvonne.

And in history, we've got this senile old bat

who goes "Charles II met Nell Gwynn aboard a boat.

"He was a wealthy young prince, and she was a pretty young thing.

"These things DO happen." No wonder I don't excel in history!

Do you love me as much as I love you?

Of course, my darling, Nicolas!

But...my name's John.

I like Nicolas much better.

Call me anything you like.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Oh, bloody hell!

Go to the house.

You've broken my heart, Yvonne.

"I lay there. Mesmerised."

"It was too frightful to believe.

"When I got up I found Father had told Mother."

Coming to Lancaster Park this Saturday, Mr Rieper?

Where's John? He said he'd walk with me.

John is no longer staying here.

Shot through earlier. His mum's sick.

"I had a nasty foreboding feeling at first.

"But my crime was too frightful for just a lecture."

From now on you'll sleep in the house!

If you think for one minute we will tolerate your behaviour

you've another think coming. You're only 14! You're a child!

What on earth's wrong with you?! You know what can happen!

Have you no self-respect?!

Can I go now?!

Oh, you're such a little madam!

Your father was in tears last night! My God, what a disgrace you are!

You shame me! You shame the family!

You're just a cheap little tart.

I guess I take after YOU then!

You ran off with Dad when you were only 17!

Nana Parker told me.

You're going to be late.

"I'm terribly cut up. I miss Nicolas terribly.

"Mother thinks I'll have no more to do with him. Little she knows."

"Nicolas 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 I had not lost my virginity on Thursday night.

"However, there's no doubt I have now!"

MUSIC: "Funiculi, Funicula" by Mario Lanza

# E non

# Ti corre appresso

# E non ti struggi

# A riguardar

# Via mont, Via mont

# Via montiam su la!

# Via mont, Via mont

# Via montiam su la

# Funiculi, funicula

# Funiculi, funicula

# Via montiam su la

# Funiculi, funicula. #

Charles!

Gina! It's great to see you here!

GIRLS' LAUGHTER

Deborah?

ANIMAL SOUNDS

Deborah!

ANIMAL SOUNDS

Deborah!

PANTING

Diello!

Careful, Gina. We almost lost you.

For you, my lady.

Deborah.

You're crying.

Don't be sad, Gina.

# Funiculi, funicula

# Funiculi, funicula. #

Yvonne?

Yvonne?

Yvonne?!

MUSIC ENDS

I didn't hurt you, did I?

I've got to go home.

I love you so much.

Daddy!

Mmmmwah! Mmwah!

"There are living among Two dutiful 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."

Mummy!

Darling! Hello.

Welcome home.

Yvonne!

Stop!

I still love you!

"Compared with these two Every man is a fool

"The world is most honoured That they deign to rule

"And I worship the power Of these lovely two

"With that adoring love, Known to so few."

Yvonne!

Pretty...!

"It is indeed a miracle, One must feel

"That two such heavenly creatures Are real

"Hatred burns bright In the brown eyes

"With enemies for fuel

"Icy scorn glitters In grey eyes

"Contemptuous and cruel

"And why are men such fools?

"They will not realise the wisdom Hidden behind those strange eyes

"And these wonderful people

"Are you and I."

Mrs Rieper.

May I come in?

Yes. Of course.

Your daughter is

an imaginative...

..and spirited girl.

If she's spending too much time at your house, just say.

She's assured us you don't mind.

It's...rather more complicated.

Since Mrs Hulme and I returned home,

Juliet's been behaving in a rather

disturbed manner.

Surliness, short temper, general...irritability.

Most uncharacteristic.

Sure I can't tempt you to a nice sherry, Dr Hulme?

Er, no thank you.

The thing is...

Yvonne hasn't been herself either. Locked away in her room.

Endlessly writing.

My wife and I feel that the friendship is...

..unhealthy.

No arguments, Dr Hulme. All day inside writing those novels.

No 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...

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 with 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, Yvonne.

Yvonne!

Mrs Rieper? Perhaps you wouldn't mind waiting outside?

Do you...like your mother?

No!

And why is that?

She nags me.

Is that why you like to stay with the Hulmes?

Or is it because you want to be with Juliet?

Do you...like

girls?

No.

Why not?

They're silly.

But Juliet's not silly.

No.

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 many friends we see on a regular basis.

And it's all perfectly healthy.

Perhaps you could think about spending more time with...boys.

GASPS AND SQUELCHING NOISES

Bloody fool!

Mrs Rieper.

Ho...mo...sexuality.

Oh.

I agree, Mrs Rieper. It's not a pleasant word.

But let's not panic unduly.

This condition is often a passing phase with young girls.

But she's always been a normal, happy child.

Oh, it can strike at any time.

Adolescents are very vulnerable.

What about the vomiting?

She's lost a lot of weight.

Physically, I found nothing wrong. I checked for TB and she's clear.

I can only attribute her weight loss to her...mental disorder.

Look, Mrs Rieper, try not to worry too much.

She's young and strong, with a loving family behind her.

I'm sure she'll grow out of it.

If not, medical science is progressing in leaps and bounds.

There could be a breakthrough at any time.

"Mother woke me this morning and lectured me before I was even awake.

"Which I thought was somewhat unfair.

"She has made the worst possible threat.

"She said if my health didn't improve I couldn't 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 that could happen."

"And the thought of death is not fearsome."

Oh, thank you!

Oh, Wendy...!

Ooh! I've got meself a pair of socks!

MUSIC: "E Lucevan le Stella" by Puccini

Is it hurting, dear?

Your leg?

Have you got pain?

"My New Year's resolution is a more selfish one than last year.

"It is to eat, drink and be merry - for tomorrow you may be dead."

Ready?

Smile!

This arrived today, Yvonne.

My name is Gina!

It's a letter from the school. From Miss Stewart.

What does old Stew want?!

She says the standard of your work is slipping.

You may fail 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 WERE top of the class!

I do my own writing!

These stories won't get you School Certificate!

No-one's gonna publish them!

What would YOU know?! You know nothing about writing!

You're the most ignorant person I ever met!

You're rude... Rude and insolent.

Why should I keep a horrid child like you in school, at all?

I don't wanna BE in bloody school!

All right, you go out and get a job! And you damn well pay your own way!

CLATTER OF TYPEWRITERS

I think I'm going crazy.

No, you're not, Gina. It's everyone else who's bonkers!

Let's go overseas.

Travel by ourselves?

Where shall we go?

Not the Bahamas. It's bloody awful!

Of course!

It's so obvious!

I'll lean back, and put my hair on my shoulder. >

Just like Veronica Lake! >

Stay still, or they'll be blurry!

Hurry up! It's freezing!

-Just a couple more.

->

I'll lean forward, and 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, Henry.

I can tolerate that Rieper girl's presence, but I won't stand for...

hanky...panky!

I'm sure it's perfectly innocent.

They'll notice things missing!

They'll blame the bloody housekeeper. She nicks stuff all the time!

That's got to be worth fifty quid!

I'll try my father's safe. I can get his office keys.

Great! We'll have the fare in no time!

"I rose at 5.30 this morning and did all the housework before 8am."

"Including taking Wendy her breakfast in bed!"

"I'm very pleased with myself, and the future."

"We are so brilliantly clever!"

Just washing my hair now, Laurie.

-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 lecture along the usual strain.

"I rang Deborah. I had to tell someone sympathetic

how I loathed Mother."

NO SOUND

GIGGLING >

The balloon has gone up!

What ARE you talking about?

It's going to cost you £100, or I blab to Daddy!

Mr...Perry and I are

in love, Juliet.

Hilda...!

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 to be film stars.

What are you talking about?

It's all arranged!

We don't need your bloody hundred pounds, anyway, so

stick it up your...bottom!

"Deborah told me the stupendous news.

"I'm off to Ilam, as we've much to talk over."

Hello!

"Deborah was still in bed when I arrived."

"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."

"He was absolutely kind and understanding.

"He said we must tell him all about our going to America.

"He was both hope-giving and depressing.

"We talked for a long time.

"Deborah and I were near tears at the end."

"What is to be the future now?

"We may all go to Italy, and dozens of other places. Or not at all.

"We none of us knows where we are. And a good deal depends on chance."

"Dr Hulme is the noblest, most wonderful person I've ever known."

"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 am resigning from the university..

to take up a position back in England.

But, Daddy, you can't just leave me here with Mother!

We 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.

You'll stay in South Africa with Auntie Ena.

That chest of yours isn't getting any better.

A warm climate is just what you need.

For the good of your health.

AAAAAEEEEEERRRRRR!

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 anywhere.

You're 15 years old, Yvonne!

You have to let me go!

We'll talk about this when you've calmed down.

"I felt thoroughly depressed and even considered 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..."

One cannot measure the inestimable value of Dr Hulme's contribution

to Canterbury College - both social and official.

We wish both him and Mrs Hulme all the best for the future.

"Everything's going to be OK, Gina."

"Mr Perry's promised to give me £50 for my horse."

That's £120!

Just another £30 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 20!

That's not true! I've got one.

No...!

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.

SOBS

'They can't make us!'

They can't!

They can't!

OH, PLEASE...! I HATE YOU!

HELPLESS SOBS

Yvonne...?

Don't be like this, love.

"I did not tell Deborah of my plans for removing Mother.

"I've 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?

Juliet is in a terrible state.

She's uncontrollable. I've told her Pauline isn't going to South Africa.

She refuses to accept it. I expect you have the same from yours.

Erm...

Yvonne hasn't spoken...to me for, erm...nearly two weeks.

Yes.

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.

I am suggesting that we let them spend these last few weeks together.

We'd like Pauline to come and stay with Juliet until she leaves.

Is that a good idea?

SOBS

Perhaps I'll telephone you tonight, Mrs Hulme.

Yes. Yes, of course.

MUSIC: "The Loveliest Night of the Year" by Mario Lanza

# 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 #

Charles! Charles!

# When you are in love... #

"We've realised 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!"

"All the cast of The Saints are mad, too!"

"Dr Hulme is mad - as mad as a March Hare!"

# It's the loveliest night of the...

# ..year! #

GUNSHOTS

"It was the first time I had ever seen It.

"Deborah had always said how hideous he was."

Is that you?

You're through Harry. Come out!

What d'you want?

" 'It' is appalling. He is dreadful!"

"I have never seen anything in the same category of hideousness."

"But I ADORE him!"

MUSIC: Theme from "The Third Man"

THEY SCREAM

THEY SCREAM

BWAAAAH!

THEY SCREAM

Ahhh...! Hah hah hah!

THEY SCREAM

THEY SCREAM

SCREAMING CONTINUES

HURRY! HURRY!

HELPLESS LAUGHTER

"We talked for some time about It.

"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.

Yes.

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 'moider' Mother.

"The notion is not new, but now it's a definite plan

"we intend to carry out.

"We've worked it out carefully, and are thrilled by the idea.

"Naturally, we're 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 2pm."

"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 rose late and helped Mother vigorously this morning.

"Deborah rang.

"We decided to use a rock in a stocking, rather than a sandbag.

"We discussed the 'moider' fully.

"I'm keyed up - as if planning a surprise party.

"Mother has fallen in with it beautifully.

"The happy event takes place tomorrow.

"Next time I write, Mother will be dead."

"How odd.

"Yet how pleasing!"

MUSIC: From "La Boheme" by Puccini

# Sono andati?

# Fingevo di dormire

# Perche volli con te sola restare

# Ho tante cose che ti voglio dire

# Ho una sola

# Ma grande come il mare... #

Mummy!

Mummy!

# Come il mare

# Profonda ed infinita

# Sei il mio amore

# Tutta la mia vita! #

"I am writing a little of this up on the morning before the death."

"I felt very excited and

"the-night-before-Christmas-ish last night. I am about to rise."

-Juliet?

->

Hurry up!

Thought I'd lost you.

Mummy.

Oh...!

You've got roses in your cheeks.

I haven't seen that in such a long time.

Oh, bye! Have a lovely time, darling.

I will. I'm so looking forward to it.

Bye, Daddy! See you tonight.

Whoa, whoa...! That's enough to feed an army.

Hello!

Hello, Juliet.

Oh! What a nice outfit.

Thank you. I bought it especially, Mrs Rieper.

Oh!

Fruit.

Oh. I'll pop them in a bowl.

Let's go upstairs, Deborah.

I wrote the first 10 pages of my opera last night.

All right, then.

Ugh, do you feel all sweaty?

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 Bernard's proposal.

I think she knows what's to happen, and doesn't seem to bear any grudge.

But I decided against it.

I thought it would spoil all their fun.

Affairs are much more exciting than marriages. As Mummy can testify.

He was spotted in the lingerie department! Eh, Wendy?

What if Sir Edmund Hillary WAS buying underwear for his wife?

He was a very nice man.

I bet it was thermal underwear!

I bet he has to pitch a tent in the middle of their bedroom

and pretends to be on a mountain!

That's enough, Yvonne...!

That man's a credit to the nation!

So, who'll help clear away?

Me. Anything but Laurel and Hardy(!)

I better be getting back. Bye, love.

Bye.

Have a nice outing, you lot.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, Mr Rieper.

Well, I better 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.

No...I'm watching my figure.

But you're not fat, Mrs Rieper.

I put on a lot of weight over Christmas.

Go on, Mum.

Treat yourself.

All right.

Yvonne, love. We should be going back.

We don't want to miss the bus. Juliet.

Button up, dear. You'll get a chill.

Look, Mother.

Oh.

Aaaarrrgh! Aaargh!

Gina!

Hurry!

AAARGGH! OAAAARRRGGHH!

Gina...

Julie, I'm coming! I'm coming!

Don't GO!

SOBS

YOU CAN'T!

Aaaarrhh... NO!

I'm sorry...

HYSTERICAL SOBBING

NOOOO!

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