Behind the Scenes of 'The Last Remake of Beau Geste' Page #3

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Of course... get caught

upstairs, eggy-pops.

Quite right, give me a head-start...

we should rise together!

- May I talk to you... confidentially?

- What's a mother for...?

Be careful with father;

he's a very old man.

And I want him to become

a very, very old man.

I trust we shan't be...

enemies, Beau?

That's up to you,

I should say.

Good night, Beau...

Good night.

Mother.

Hurry up! I can't hang on to

this chandelier much longer...!

Something terrible has

happened in the manor!

Come on, doggie!

I've given him a sedative.

But it's touch and go.

- Heart attack? - Yes. It was

too much for a man of his age...

He over-came himself...

This may be the first recorded

case of... death by extasy...

Will he pull throuh?

He's a tough old warhorse...

...but frankly, it's a matter of time.

Simply a matter of time.

Oh, how sad. Taken from

his loved ones in his very blime...

You must be brave, mama,

you mustn't cry...!

You're right.

Fear not, dear Hector!

Your beloved Flavia will

sing and dance again!

But he's not dead yet!

Well, it's been four

days, for Christ's sake!

The doctor said three at most!

Incompetent quack...

You might at least allow him

to pass away in dignity...

Of course I shall sell this house...

It holds too many

unhappy memories for me...

Isabel, you're a virgin.

You can enter a nunnery.

Obiously, so can you, Digby.

But...

I have other plans for you, Beau.

My lady, the gentlemens

from Cartier's are here.

- Crumble, the safe.

- The safe, Crumble...

Cartier's, the jewellers?

Surely you don't mean

to sell the "Blue Water"...?

It's mine now, and I shall

dipose of it as I see fit.

Here it is, my lady.

- What happened?

- Probably just a power failure, mother.

- Look!

- What?

- There!

- Where?

- Here!

- Where?

- Gone!

- What?

- It!

Is this someone's idea of a joke?

- Don't look at me.

- I didn't take it.

Not faithful old Crumble.

Very well. I'm going

to put out this light,

count to three, and

put the light back on.

But then I want to see the

"Blue Water" back on the table.

One... two... three.

I'm going to try again.

This time, I want to see the

"Blue Water" back in it's place.

Also, the table.

One, two, three.

My patience is wearing thin.

I shall try once more.

One - two - three.

I knew you would

come to your senses.

Crumble, the police.

Stop!

If you call the police,

it will only bring shame

upon the name of Geste.

Screw the name of Geste!

Well, what do you suggest?

I would give the culprit

until morning to think it over.

- And? Will he think it over, Beau?

- I guarantee it.

You have my word as a Geste

that you will not find that

box empty in the morning.

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