Atonement Page #2

(PAUL CHUCKLES)

My source at the Ministry is very reliable,

I used to clean his shoes at Harrow,

informs me we have a good chance

of including it

in the standard issue ration pack.

Which means that I'd have to open

at least three more factories.

More if they bring in conscription,

which I say is bound to happen

if Herr Hitler doesn't pipe down.

He's about as likely to do that as buy shares

in Marks and Spencer's,

wouldn't you agree?

- This isn't very good.

- I make a cocktail with crushed ice,

rum and melted dark chocolate.

It's absolutely scrumptious.

- LEON:
Guess who we met on the way in?

- Robbie.

- I told him to join us tonight.

- Oh, Leon, you didn't.

So, Robbie, the housekeeper's son,

whose father did a bunk 20 years ago,

gets a scholarship to the local grammar,

the Old Man puts him through Cambridge,

goes up at the same time as Cee, and

for three years she hardly speaks to him.

Wouldn't let him within a mile

of her Roedean chums.

Anyone got a cigarette?

I don't know what the hell he's doing

these days, messing about in flower beds.

As a matter of fact, he's planning on doing

a medical degree.

LEON:
And the Old Man said yes to that?

Look, I really think you should go down

to the lodge and ask him not to come.

Why? Has something happened

between you?

For God's sake.

- When can we go home?

- LOLA:
Soon.

We can't go home. It's a divorce.

- How dare you say that?

- Well, it's true!

LOLA:
You will never, ever use that word

again! Do you understand?

- Now what are we going to do?

- I'm always asking myself that.

My name is Paul Marshall.

You must be the cousins from the north.

- What are your names?

- Pierrot.

- Jackson.

- What marvellous names.

JACKSON:
Do you know our parents?

PAUL:
Well, I've read

about them in the paper.

- What exactly have you read about them?

- Oh, you know. The usual sort of nonsense.

I'll thank you not to talk about this

in front of the children.

Your parents

are absolutely wonderful people,

that's quite clear, and they love you

and think about you all the time.

Jolly nice slacks.

We went to see a show

and I got them at Liberty's.

- What was the show?

- Hamlet.

Ah, yes. "To be or not to be."

I like your shoes.

Duckers in the Turl. They make

a wooden thing, shaped like your foot.

Keep it forever.

PIERROT:
I'm starving. When's dinner?

Well, I might be able to help you there,

if you can guess what I do for a living.

- You've got a chocolate factory.

- Everyone knows that.

Then it wasn't a guess, was it?

There'll be one of these in every kit bag

of every soldier in the British Army.

Sugar casing, so it won't melt.

JACKSON:
Why should they get free sweets?

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