Albert Nobbs Page #3

Here

Might as well

make yourself comfortable.

And that.

I didn't ask to share

your bloody bed.

Oh, should have gone for a walk.

Bloody hell.

An hour late.

Has nine rung their bell yet?

Yeah, a while ago.

Good morning, Mr. Nobbs.

How was your new bedfellow?

I couldn't sleep. Now I'm late.

Well, I wouldn't worry with that

about being late for one morning.

Good morning, Mr. Nobbs.

- Good morning, Mr...

- Page. Hubert Page.

Charmed to meet you.

- He's a shy one, our Mr. Nobbs.

- Oh, I know.

I'll bring the children's.

Mr. Nobbs?

Mrs. Moore. She prefers roses.

Lilies make her sneeze.

Oh, I see.

Yes, well.

I heard yourself and Mr. Page

chattering away into the small hours.

He's a fine man, he is.

Who?

Mr. Page.

Is he married?

We didn't discuss that sort of thing.

Then what did we discuss?

Horses.

Yes, backing horses.

Mr. Page is a great one

for racing and so on.

For horses.

A... A cup of tea, Mr. Page?

Do you know, Mr. Nobbs,

I believe this house runs on tea.

I must have been offered, oh, three

or four cups of it already this morning.

Well, I wanted to...

Will I take something in

to Mr. Page?

Oh, yes, good girl. He wants

to work through and finish early.

I declare, the smell of paint from that

laundry room is making me feel sick.

Oh, is it the morning

sickness, is it?

You just think you are the funniest

thing on earth, Helen Dawes.

So, everyone,

this is Mr. Joe Mackins.

He's worked all night long

and, believe it or not,

he has tamed that boiler of ours.

Oh, thank God for that.

Now, I've been thinking that we need

a strong man about the house,

So I've asked Mr. Mackins to stay on.

- Mr. Nobbs.

- Ma'am.

After Mr. Mackins has

had something to eat,

- would you show him to the yard room.

- Yes, ma'am.

Welcome to Morrison's, Mr. Mackins.

Mrs. Baker is talking

about a party tomorrow.

It's our fancy-dress ball.

We have it every year.

We don't dress up.

It's only for the guests.

That's a shame.

Where are you from, then?

- Where are you from?

- Can you not tell?

- Cork?

- Cork.

Are you mad, are you?

I'm from Galway, of course.

I declare to me granny,

if you can't tell the difference...

Cork, Galway, it's all the same

to a Dublin man.

Oh, a Jackeen, are you?

Never would have known.

Born and bred in Sheriff Street, where

no sheriff was ever known to venture.

What delicacy have you got for me

this time, Mr. Nobbs?

Don't worry.

Your secret's safe with me.

It's just...

It's just I'm afraid,

you see, in case Mrs. Baker...

Oh.

Mr. Nobbs.

- You're back.

- Tea time.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Not more tea.

Do you want to hear my story?

It's not much to tell.

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