I Could Go on Singing Page #5
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I wouldn't want to disturb her.
Go right ahead.
She won't even hear you.
Jenny.
Jenny, it's quarter to 12:00.
Jenny?
What...
Good morning, Jenny.
I'm sorry l...
Good morning, darling.
Is it awfully late?
No, not really.
Weren't we supposed
to be someplace this morning?
The science museum.
But it doesn't matter.
I'm sorry, Matt.
Please come and sit down.
We could queue.
We could what?
Stand in line.
We don't want to do that,
do we?
I've got a much,
much better idea.
She's not back.
Nope. Just a call
to call Canterbury.
Yeah. She's out of
her so-called mind.
More than you know.
Yeah, in the middle
of a six-country tour.
- Seven.
- Seven.
- Cigar.
- Cigar.
Good afternoon, girls.
Girls, listen, Jenny has
asked me to stand in for her.
Now, wait a minute, now.
Come on, let's be fair.
You know she loves to talk
to the ladies of the press.
She's very disappointed
that she can't be here...
but eat, drink, be merry.
Have any questions, think of me
as though I were Jenny, OK?
When did you start
smoking cigars?
Where is she?
Give me that, will ya?
She had a business date.
Well, it went on
way behind time!
Way, way behind.
What did you say the name
of this place was?
Stoke Poges.
Stoke Poges?
It's where Gray wrote his elegy.
Do you know about that?
No. I know more
about Gray's Anatomy.
- Stoke Poges?
- That's right.
"The path of glory
leads but to the grave."
Oh, dear.
Do you ever look
at gravestones?
- No.
- They're great fun.
Fun?!
Yes. They're not
a bit depressing, really.
Listen to this.
"Here lies my wife.
"Here let her lie.
"Now she's at rest,
and so am I."
That's terrible.
You're a terrible boy.
When I die,
I think I'll be cremated.
- Would you like to be cremated?
- I don't know. I suppose so.
It's very sanitary
and sort of chic, like I said.
My mother was cremated.
Your mother?
Janet. But she's not
my real mother.
She must have
loved you very much.
She liked me.
Come on, let's sit down
for a second, shall we?
Don't you ever wonder about
your mother, your real mother?
Not really.
I mean, who she was and what...
No.
I'll miss you, Jenny.
Will you?
Yes.
Matt, I'm going to go
to Paris in a few days...
and I wish you could
come with me...
just for a little while.
I'll talk
and I'll make
all the arrangements.
All you have to do is say yes.
Jenny, I don't understand
why you're being so kind to me.
Maybe it's because I've never
had a son of my own...
and I like to pretend...
and you fit the bill.
Will you help me?
Yes, Jenny.
Good, Matt. Good.
- I thought you'd got lost.
- No.
- Miss Bowman's here.
- Is she?
She said she wanted
to talk to you urgently...
as soon as you were back.
Then she decided
to come here and meet you.
- Where is she?
- She's in her car, over there.
I didn't know
what you wanted to do...
so I brought your car
as arranged.
- Is she still at the Savoy?
- Yes.
Look, take my car
back to town, will you?
Take it to the hotel. Leave
the keys with the porter...
- and take that along.
- Yes, of course.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
- How was your trip?
- Fine.
You were in Rome, weren't you?
That's right, yes.
Must have been an opera singer.
They're very delicate creatures,
opera sing...
David, I have
a confession to make.
Really?
Yes. I'm afraid I've done
something that I shouldn't have.
Yes, I know that.
You know?
News travels, Jenny,
even to Rome.
Are you terribly angry?
I'm so sick with anger
that I can hardly speak to you.
I don't know what to say.
I haven't got any excuses
except that it was wonderful...
There's only one thing
I want to know from you.
How far have you
broken your promise?
I haven't said anything,
I swear.
I know you're angry,
but I haven't done any harm.
That remains to be seen,
doesn't it?
If I'm such
a shady character...
why'd you let me see him
in the first place?
Have you forgotten
how you begged...
how you implored,
how you pleaded, how...
I don't beg. I don't beg.
You don't beg.
You just damn well assume.
Everything you want, you get.
- David.
- You haven't changed.
You never will.
You're nothing
but a self-centered...
grasping,
egocentric little b*tch.
And you're a cheat.
Before you go in there and start
to act like the heavy father...
it wasn't his fault.
And you remember that.
Ida? Would you get
Matt for me, please?
Hello, Father.
I wanted to come down
to the airport with Jenny...
but she said better not.
She said that she'd explain
about everything...
about Paris and all that.
Matt, we didn't win.
Jenny explained
everything perfectly, Matt.
All I want you to do now
is to pack up and come along.
- Are you ready?
- No, I'm not quite packed.
Nothing much, though.
It won't take long.
Hurry up, then.
The car's outside.
- Yes, sir.
- Right.
So now it's Paris, is it?
And then the rest of the tour,
Rome, Athens...
For God's sake, don't sulk.
You saw his face.
For God's sake, don't sulk.
You saw his face.
You saw how sorry he was.
And you know how sorry I am.
What do you want us both to do,
just die?
I don't want you
to do anything.
I just want to get out of here
as soon as possible.
What was so terrible
about it, anyway?
He came to see the show,
we took a trip up the river...
and we had a good time.
What's so terrible about that?
We had a wonderful time!
And you're standing there...
as if I'm some kind
of criminal or something...
- like I'm Lizzie Borden!
- For God's sake, Jenny...
"For God's sake, Jenny"!
I stayed out of the way
as long as your wife was around!
And she was good for him!
Well, fine! But what now?
You and your grave demeanor
or your Auntie Beth...
in Canterbury
What kind of life
are you offering him?!
What you fail
to realize, Jenny...
is that we have a very
good relationship, Matt and I.
We were doing very well
before you came along...
and we'll do a damn sight better
after you've gone!
Boy, you know where to hit,
don't you?
I want to tell you something.
He needs me, and I want him!
He's not yours to have.
You gave him back to me
a long time ago.
I need him, I love him, and...
"You need him, and I want him,
and you want him, and I..."
He's not a bone.
My God, he's a child.
He's my son,
and I'm going to keep him!
There's just one thing
we seem to both have forgotten.
He's my son, too.
I made him.
Now, where do we go from there?
I've packed.
There's some other things
in the bedroom, but...
We'll send
for those later, Matt.
Yes.
Can I have the tape recorder?
It was a present.
Is it true?
Yes.
Why didn't you tell me?
I meant to.
I kept putting it off,
I'm afraid.
But why didn't you tell me?
I made a promise
to your father.
Matt, I think we'd better
No.
No, I don't want
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