Atonement Page #3

'Cause they'll be fighting for their country.

Our daddy says

there isn't going to be a war.

Your daddy is wrong.

- Calling it the Army Amo.

- Amo, amas, amat.

Top marks.

It's boring how everything ends in "o."

"Polo" and "Aero."

- And "Oxo" and "Brillo".

- Sounds as if you don't want it.

Then I shall just have to give it

to your sister.

PAUL:
Bite it.

You have to bite it.

BRIONY:
The Princess was well aware

of his remorseless wickedness.

But that made it no easier to overcome

the voluminous love she felt

in her heart for Sir Romulus.

The Princess knew instinctively

that the one with red hair

was not to be trusted.

As his young ward dived again

and again to the depths of the lake,

in search of the enchanted chalice,

Sir Romulus twirled his luxuriant moustache.

Sir Romulus rode with his two companions,

northwards, drawing ever closer

to an effulgent sea.

So heroic in manner,

he appeared so valiant in word

No one could ever guess at the darkness

lurking in the black heart

of Sir Romulus Turnbull.

He was the most dangerous man

in the world.

"Dear Cecilia, I thought I should write

to apologise for my clumsy

"and inconsiderate behaviour."

"Forgive me if I seem strange but I'm..."

ROBBIE:
Dear Cecilia, you'd be forgiven

for thinking me mad,

the way I acted this afternoon.

The truth is I feel rather lightheaded

and foolish in your presence, Cee,

and I don't think I can blame the heat.

"Will you forgive me?

"Robbie."

Off out then?

ROBBIE:
Yes, Leon's asked me

to join them for dinner.

So that's why I've been polishing

silver all afternoon.

I'll think of you when I see my face

in the spoon.

You're not a bit like your father.

Not in any way.

That's because I'm all yours. I'll be late.

Your shirts are hanging upstairs.

- Son.

- Yes?

Nothing.

Briony! Is that you?

Are you all right?

Do you think you could do me a favour?

Could you run ahead

and give this to Cee? I...

- Feel a bit of a fool handing it over myself.

- All right.

Briony.

Briony!

- I suppose he's what you might call eligible.

- Rather.

He certainly seems to think

he's the cat's pyjamas.

Which is odd, considering he has pubic hair

growing out of his ears.

I should imagine he'd give you

a lot of very noisy, boneheaded sons.

- He's quite a good egg, actually.

- You say that about everyone.

- Leon!

- Rummy, if it ain't my little sis!

I wrote you a play, Leon.

I wanted to do a play for you.

- The Trials Of Arabella.

- Well, there's still time.

- Doesn't have to be this evening.

- No, it's impossible.

CECILIA:
Briony.

LEON:
Tell you what. I'm good at voices,

you're even better,

so we'll read it out after dinner.

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