Tess Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1979
- 186 min
- 366 Views
- Who?
Mrs. D'Urberville, of course.
Look at the signature.
- I truly don't think I should go.
- Poultry.
It is just her way of getting you there
without raising your hopes too much.
She's going to own you as kin.
Hey! The seal!
This is it!
It's the same as ours.
Look at it, lad.
A ramping, great, big lion
with a castle on top.
There's no denying it, girl.
Mrs. D'Urberville recognized
her own flesh and blood.
But she never even saw me.
Well, you couldn't expect her to throw
her arms round your neck...
...her being an invalid.
But her son made you welcome.
He called you "cousin," didn't he?
I'd rather bide here with you.
Goodbye, Father.
- You're off, then?
- Yes. Goodbye, Father.
Goodbye, girl.
You're a comely sight.
...tell him that, being so come down
in the world...
...l'll sell him the title.
Yes, I'll sell it, but a fair price.
Not less than
a thousand pounds, mind.
That's right, tell him
I'll take a thousand pounds.
Well, now I come to think on it...
...he can have it for a hundred.
I won't stand on trifles.
Fifty.
Twenty pounds, tell him,
and not a penny less.
- Family honor is family honor.
- Come, it's time to go.
I want to walk a little ways
with Tess.
So do I, now she's leaving
to marry our gentleman cousin.
I'll hear no more of that.
Mother, how could you have put
such nonsense into their heads?
She's going to work for a rich relation,
my dears...
...and help us earn enough money
to get a new horse.
Oh, Mother, I wish our Tess
hadn't gone to be a lady.
Don't hold my arm!
Grab me round the waist!
Ungrateful little minx. Why abandon
me as soon as you feel safe?
The danger came of your foolishness.
I say, what a temper.
When people are on top of a hill,
they have to get down somehow.
But not at a gallop, surely.
by a brave little beauty like you.
I always go downhill at a gallop.
You can't beat it
for stirring the blood.
But perhaps you needn't
do so again.
Perhaps not.
It all depends.
One little kiss on those ruby lips
or even on that satin cheek...
...and I drive at a snail's pace,
word of honor.
But I don't want to be kissed, sir.
Stop, stop, I beg you!
Very well, do as you wish.
I don't mind.
But I thought you'd protect me,
being a kinsman.
Kinsman be hanged.
You're mighty sensitive
for a village lass.
- Oh, my hat!
- Whoa, boy.
You look even prettier without it!
- Come along, now. Up you get.
- No, sir.
- You won't ride with me?
- No, I shall walk.
It's four miles to Trantridge, at least.
I wouldn't care if it were 20.
You watch out for Dollop, the bailiff.
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