Peter Ibbetson Page #2
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And now, sir,
we will be on our way
to your new home.
What new home?
Wait until you see it.
But where is it?
Now, that's a surprise.
The home is not here
in Paris?
No!
But I don't want to go away
from Paris.
Little boys don't choose
where they want to go.
But I can't leave Paris.
And why not?
Be-because I can't.
What?
I can't.
The desperate love
between children.
Is there anything in the worid
forgotten so soon?
I would say, Colonel,
it was forgotten
the last thing of all.
All right, run along.
Say goodbye
to your little playmate.
Hello.
Hello.
Are you going away
somewhere, too?
No.
Thank you
Where is the lad?
Gogo!
Wait right there, now!
In here.
Come back here!
You young scamp.
Don't take me away. Mimsey!
Don't. Mimsey!
Mimsey, I'll be back.
Don't! Don't take me away.
Don't! Mimsey!
Don't take me. Don't!
Gogo?
What sort of name is that?
It's my name.
Your name?
Who gave it to you?
She did.
Here, stop it, lad.
What's your real name?
Pierre.
Pierre Pasquier.
No. No. That will never do.
Your mother was English.
She was an lbbetson.
And you're going
to be English, too.
An English gentleman
I have it. Peter!
Yes, your name
shall be Peter.
Yes.
Yes. Peter.
You may take my family name
and be Peter Forsythe,
or you can take
your mother's name.
I'll take my mother's name.
Very well, then.
From now on, your name shall
be Peter lbbetson.
Leaving early, huh?
Yes, but I'm leaving
by Greenwich time,
not Slade's time.
It's five minutes
to six now.
Fast in the morning
and slow at night.
What difference does it make
what time it is?
What's that?
Nothing... nothing.
Look here, Peter,
why do you keep saying
things like that for?
As if you had
some kind of joke
that no one else knew?
No reason,
no reason at all.
You know,
I think there's
something wrong with you.
Maybe you should come along
with us oftener and forget it.
Where?
Well, there's all London
and the whole night.
We begin with gin bitters
and barmaids,
and end up with
an aching head.
What's wrong with that?
I don't know.
Well, wh-what else
is there to do?
Nothing.
Well, I'd rather have
barmaids and gin
than nothing.
I'd rather have nothing.
Although I give you,
it's better than
having an uncle
that talks of nothing
but hocks and spavins!
There he goes again!
Well, have it your own way.
You can stay here
and work if you like,
we're off.
Goodbye.
Pull down the shades
and lock the door, Peter.
That's a silly looking...
Bless me.
Bless my soul.
What was that?
Uh, I'm sorry, sir.
I threw something.
Bless my soul.
Oh, it's quite all right,
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