Moonfleet Page #2
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- Year:
- 1955
- 87 min
- 195 Views
- I know one, sir.
- Well, sing it!
There were two birds
sat on a stone
One flew away
and then there was one
The other flew after
and then there was none
And then the poor stone
was left alone
Now, sir, do I stay?
Who's to undertake your education?
You, sir.
Don't be selfish, Fox.
If the boy's heart's set
on a career of rascality,
there's no man in England
can set him a better example!
Sir, I object to that remark!
- What's that?
- You understood me, sir!
Savage little beast!
John! You will apologise
to lord Ashwood.
No, sir! He insulted you!
They all insulted you!
You're a stubborn,
ill-mannered little lad!
Tooley! Bed this young colt down
for the night.
Pack him off to school,
the sooner the better.
Drum some manners into him!
Ive changed my mind, Ashwood.
I like him as he is.
And how long is he
to stay here?
As long as it amuses me.
What do you intend to do with him?
Corrupt and destroy him too?
There's far more danger
of him destroying me.
No! No!
- Help! Help! They'll kill me!
- Hey, wake up!
- They're tearing...
- Wake up!
Oh, it's you, sir.
Well, did I save your life
in the nick of time?
They were tearing at me...
the whole pack of them!
- Who?
- The dogs!
- In the summerhouse!
- What are you talking about?
- My dream! It was like...
- Like what?
Something my mother told me.
What did she tell you?
About a friend who came to her
one night in the summerhouse.
They set the dogs on him.
They almost tore him to pieces!
Your mother had
an overwrought imagination!
She did wrong to fill your head
with such nonsense!
Jeremy!
Why do you lie to the boy?
Who was your mother?
Why did she send you to him?
Why? Answer! Can't you speak?
It's him they set the dogs on!
They? Who?
The Mohunes.
Jeremy...
Jeremy, why didn't you tell me?
She's dead, Ann.
Not to you, Jeremy!
That's why we had to leave
the islands, isn't it?
To come back here
to this accursed house...
Her house!
It would have been better
for both of us if you'd told me.
So that you could give me
the benefit of your compassion?
No, Jeremy, but at least I would
have known what lay ahead of me.
I was to be jealous of the others.
The women that you play with
to fill the emptiness
which is your life!
You're right, Ann.
You should not have come here
to share a life that seems so empty.
So I'll arrange for you
to return to the islands.
But I have nothing to go back to!
You knowthat!
When I followed you here
I gave up everything!
You'll sail on the Bonaventure.
She'll be here within a week.
Mr. Fox! Mr. Fox!
John! John!
Ive been here for hours
waiting for you.
How did you get in?
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