The Go-Between Page #2

It's never got right.

He owns this house. Father is

just renting it at the moment.

Mama wants Marian to marry him.

- Mrs Maudsley, you're looking as

radiant as ever. - How kind of you.

But why, if he's so ugly?

Because it's such a good match.

Marian?

Bring his Lordship's bags upstairs.

I don't think we've been introduced.

My name's Trimingham.

- How do you do, Mr Trimingham?

- Oh, just plain "Trimingham" will do.

Aren't all grown-up men called Mister?

Oh, well, doctors aren't, or professors.

That's a title they have.

Ah. Well, I suppose I have a title too.

It's Viscount Trimingham.

But "Trimingham" is quite

sufficient in ordinary conversation.

You can call me Hugh, if you

prefer. I don't charge extra.

You haven't told me your name.

It's Colston.

Mr Colston? Or Viscount?

My Christian name is Leo.

Really, it's Lionel, but

everyone calls me Leo.

Does Marian call you that?

I noticed you were talking earlier.

Yes, she does.

Well, then so shall I.

Do you like her -- Marian?

Enough to do something for her?

Anything.

Well, then take her a message.

Say I've got her prayer book.

She left it behind on the pew.

Marian?

- Hugh asked me to tell you...

- WHO asked you to tell me?

Yes, Hugh asked me to tell you...

WHO asked you to tell me

what? I don't understand.

Marian. Don't tease the poor boy.

She knows exactly who you mean, Leo.

- Trimingham says he's got your prayer

book. - Oh! - You left it behind.

How careless of me. Please thank him.

Why don't you go back and get it?

I'll fetch it later.

Marian said thank you.

- Is that all?

- Yes.

Is it the Black Death?

I have a headache and some spots.

Mama thinks it's the heat,

but the doctor's coming.

Bad luck.

Perhaps we shall all get it,

then we shan't be able

to have the cricket match.

Is there to be a cricket match?

We have it every year. It

helps keep the locals quiet.

We'll never be able to

lift our heads if we lose.

Ah, Leo.

Marcus will be in bed for a day or two.

The doctor doesn't think it's

measles, but better safe than sorry.

Can you amuse yourself,

somehow, without him?

Perhaps you'll spend

more time with Marian?

I might. If she wants.

I'm sure she does. She's very fond of you.

Soon you'll know all her

secrets, won't you, Leo?

I think it's a messy, dirty business,

and no-one can say otherwise.

But the thing is, once you're

in a war, you must win it.

You must use every

weapon you have. It's...

it's not about bravery, you see,

it's about being the last man standing.

Ah!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I've a good mind to

give you a thrashing...

I saw you at the river, didn't I?

You're from the Hall.

We better do that up for you.

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