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Based on the novel by
William Makepeace Thackeray
February 18, 1973
EXT. PARK - DAY
Brief shot of duel.
My father, who was well-known to the
killed in a duel, when I was fifteen
EXT. GARDEN - DAY
Mrs. James, talking with a suitor; Roderick, at a
My mother, after her husband's
death, and her retirement, lived in
such a way as to defy slander. She
refused all offers of marriage,
declaring that she lived now for her
son only, and for the memory of her
EXT. STREET - DAY
Mother and son walking together.
My mother was the most beautiful
women of her day. But if she was
proud of her beauty, to do her
her son, and has said a thousand
times to me that I was the
handsomest fellow in the world.
EXT. CHURCH - DAY
Mother and son entering church.
The good soul's pleasure was to
dress me; and on Sundays and
Holidays, I turned out in a velvet
coat with a silver-hilted sword by
my side, and a gold garter at my
knee as fine as any lord in the
Sundays, even the most envious souls
prettier pair in the kingdom.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
A picnic. The Dugan family. Roderick.
children, and one of them was the
cause of all my early troubles; this
was the belle of the family, my
cousin, Miss Dorothy Dugan, by name.
stables, barn and farm.
Idealized images of Dorothy.
Ah! That first affair, how well one
remembers it! What a noble
discovery it is that the boy makes
truly in love with some one! A lady
deal of study in private. So it is
with the dear creatures who are
skilled in coquetting. Dorothy, for
instance, was always practicing, and
she would take poor me to rehearse
her accomplishments upon...
Dorothy talking with the exciseman.
... or the exciseman, when he came
Dorothy talking to the steward.
... or the steward.
... or the poor curate.
Dorothy talking to the apothecary's lad.
... or the young apothecary's lad
from Dugan's Town whom I recollect
beating once for that very reason.
Roderick, fighting with apothecary's lad.
endure were horrible.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
runs at top-speed, left and right, back and forth,
She runs and runs until she is out of breath, and then
and staring at her.
challenges Roderick to a race.
I accept, but I insist on a wager.
Do you see the gate at the end of
will be the winner.
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