Finding Neverland Page #3

Yes. Apparently, he left her with four boys

and no income to speak of.

If it wasn't for her mother's help...

James.

- We should have them to dinner.

- Should we ?

Absolutely. I've always wanted

to meet Madam du Maurier.

Why, she knows practically

everyone there is worth knowing.

- What are you writing about ?

- Oh.

Nothing of any great consequence.

I can't write.

Have you ever kept a journal ?

Ever tried your hand at writing a play ?

Well, then how do you know ?

I know. That's all.

I see. Where's your mother today

and the rest of the boys ?

Home. Mother's got a bit of a chest cold.

I'm sure everyone would be happy

to see you though. One afternoon.

I should leave you to your writing.

Peter.

I'll see you later then.

Why didn't you tell me, Charles ?

You knew it wasn't any good.

Why didn't you tell me. James ?

You knew it wasn't any good. Hm ?

I took an extended lease on the theater,

keeping the actors on.

- I don't have another play.

- I'm sure you will.

- Won't you ?

- We'll see.

I need you to sign for the storage,

Mr Frohman.

- Lower.

- Easy does it. Take your time.

It was never meant to be taken seriously.

You know what happened, James ?

They changed it.

- They changed what ?

- The critics.

They made it important.

Hm ?

What's it called ?

What's it called ?

- "Play."

- "Play."

Bang, bang, bang !

Bang !

Return the boy to us, you nasty lnjun.

Our people teach boy lndian ways,

make him great warrior.

Our chief, Running Nose, never let him go.

Bang, bang, bang !

Me wounded, Peter. Time's short.

You go. Spread wings

and soar like eagle above enemy.

Fly back to our chief.

Tell her of my brave defeat.

That's crazy. Indians can't fly.

Of course they can. Go on, go on, go on.

Listen to us, boy.

This lnjun kidnapped you.

Not true. We kidnap no one. You lost boy.

I teach you ways of the brave.

I take you as my own son.

You are not my father.

Bang, bang, bang, bang !

- I've got him !

- Let me go !

- Stop it, you two.

- Ooh, we are awful, aren't we ?

- I'm warning you.

- Oh, I'm scared.

Of course, you had a bit of fun

for a change.

- Stop it, you two. Get off !

- Don't.

- Jack !

- Stop it !

- Get off, George !

- Peter.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- No, it wasn't your fault.

I'm afraid it might have been.

To be honest, I'm just happy you got him

to join in the game.

Oh, yes, I was a tremendous success.

Mr Barrie, it's more

than I've been able to achieve.

Peter's a different boy since his father died.

You know, I don't think

he's even had a good cry about it.

Well, grief affects us all in different ways,

doesn't it ?

Yes, it does.

Oh, by the way, my wife would like

to invite you and the boys over to dinner.

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