Albert Nobbs Page #2

But you see,

I'm a very light sleeper,

and me being sleepless

might keep Mr. Page awake.

I'm thinking he might be better off

on the sofa in the coffee room.

On the sofa in a coffee room?

I don't wish to be an inconvenience.

It's a fine night.

I'll keep me self-warm

with a sharp walk.

You'll do nothing of the kind,

Mr. Page.

Of course, Mrs. Baker.

If Mr. Page is pleased to share my bed,

he's welcome, I'm sure.

I should think so, indeed.

Right. That's settled then.

Mrs. Baker, ma'am, the man

about the boiler has just arrived.

Have you a letter from Holmans?

Holmans?

The plumbers? No.

I thought you said he was from Holmans?

Um, yes, I... Didn't they give you...

No, indeed.

I said nothing about Holmans.

- I thought you said they gave you...

- I said I know about boilers.

And do you...

know about boilers?

I do, ma'am.

I'm an apprentice boiler man.

Well.

Since you're here,

you might as well come

and have a look at the blessed thing.

Thank you, Polly.

Thanks, ma'am.

There, now.

It's the bane of our lives.

I'm depending on you to put

some manners on it.

We've our costume ball tomorrow

and it's of the utmost importance

that it's in full working order.

I'll do my best, ma'am.

Right then.

Good night, Mr. Mackins.

Dang.

Jesus.

You're a woman.

You won't tell on me,

will you, Mr. Page?

- I'm on my knees.

- Stop that! Get up!

I beg you.

You won't tell on me, Mr. Page.

Stop a poor woman

from making a living.

It would be the end of me!

I don't want to finish up

in the poorhouse!

- Stop blubbering.

- No, no, no!

- Get up off the floor!

- No! Don't!

Get ahold of yourself!

You'll wake the entire f***ing hotel!

- You won't tell on me?

- Now, stop with your noise!

What were you doing jumping around

like that for anyway?

It was... It was a ea.

I'm a martyr to eas.

You must have brought one in with you.

I'll be covered

in blotches in the morning!

All right, all right.

Just get ahold of yourself.

So why are you dressed like a fella?

No one would have suspected me

till the day of my death,

if it hadn't been for the flea

you brought in.

So...

Mr. Nobbs.

What do you suggest we do now

as far as the sleeping arrangements

are concerned?

Any ideas?

Ah, go on, you take the bed.

I'll go downstairs

and find me a sofa or something.

- No.

- So what then?

Mrs. Baker will have my hide

if she finds out you didn't sleep here.

- You'll take the bed.

- And where will you sleep?

Here I don't mind.

- Don't be pathetic.

- No, please.

I know her.

Just promise you won't tell.

Jesus.

- All right.

- You promise?

You won't tell?

Yes, I will promise anything.

I just need to get some sleep.

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