Albert Nobbs Page #4

I was married,

to a house-painter, as it happens,

a drunk and a bully.

One night he came home scattered,

gave me the usual hiding.

Only this time he rounded it off

with an almighty kick,

and that was the end of that.

What did you do?

I took his things, and I left.

This is his work coat,

I kept it, all these years, to

remember him by, the f***ing waster.

So you're still married.

I am.

Her name's Cathleen.

Girls, it's time

to start the dinner.

Hubert Page, have you

dealt with that damp patch yet?

Ah, you're a terrible slave driver,

Mrs. Donaghue, so you are.

And you're just a big ladies man.

So...

you married a woman?

I met a girl as lonely as myself.

We fixed up to get a place,

sharing the rent and all that.

She had her dressmaking,

I had me work.

But people began to talk,

so we got married.

- But...

- What's your name?

Albert.

Your real name.

Albert.

Listen, Mr. Page,

I hear tell you're a betting man.

Have you a tip

for Leopardstown tomorrow?

I'm in need of a winner.

I lost my shirt on Lightning Lad

in the Gold Cup.

Lightning, my ass.

You did a grand job, Mr. Page.

Very salubrious.

Thank you, ma'am.

If only I could afford

to have the whole place done.

Could you possibly tell me

in your expert opinion,

how much do you think

it would cost?

- What, to paint the whole interior?

- Indeed.

Oh, well now...

Uh... let me think.

Um... Well, there's all this out here.

And the coffee room.

- Is that the dining room?

- Yes.

- And how many guest indoors?

- Two.

Two.

Well, it's only an estimate, but...

I'd say it couldn't be done

for under 200 pounds.

200? on, my.

Aren't I the dreamer.

I... I can't even afford a new boiler.

- Good night, Mr. Page.

- Good night, ma'am.

I'll dream of more salubrious rooms.

Jesus.

- Mr. Page.

- God almigh...

You scared the bejesus out of me.

- How did you manage it?

- What?

To marry?

Easy. You could do it yourself.

Waiter.

Mr. Moore, sir?

Mrs. Moore and I would like

a glass of sherry before dinner.

Fetch a couple of glasses

up to the room, will you?

Yes, sir.

It's been a pleasure, Mrs. Donaghue.

Ah, go on with yourself.

I'll be counting the minutes.

Go on.

But...

when did he tell his wife

he was a woman?

Before the wedding?

Or after?

Did she say her wife was a milliner?

Sean, what in the name of God

are you doing letting our Patrick up there?

Come along down slowly.

Mr. Mackins.

Mr. Mackins, help us.

There, you have it.

Oh, my! Patrick, what are you doing

up those ladders?

All right. All right,

now everyone back to work.

Oh, wonderful.

Ladies...

Ladies and gentlemen,

your attention, please.

I now call upon

the mistress of the house

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