Secret Ceremony Page #3

And when did you last have a bath?

We have a perfect right

to visit your mother's bedroom.

You've lit the fire.

Why a fire when it's unseasonably warm?

- Wasting all that money.

- It's stifling hot in here.

Stifling.

Oh... Ooh!

Look! Hannah, look!

All these dresses!

Cenci, they'll hang here till they rot.

Cenci, you might as well get rid of them.

You might give us one or two.

This one, for instance,

looks just right for me.

Oh, the black fox!

Oh, dear, the black fox.

Christmas '55, everyone sloshed...

and Gustav still alive.

- Ah, dear Gustav.

- Carving the roast.

The most generous brother that ever...

Gave me an electric razor by mistake.

And sang.

Oh, Cenci, the moths will get at it.

It's too middle-aged for a girl like you.

What would you want with a thing like this?

Isn't it, Hannah?

Oh...

No! You can't have the mink.

Look at your mother's bed!

It's warm.

At 11 o'clock in the morning.

No, it's nearly noon.

A decent bed isn't supposed to be warm.

Cenci, are you alone?

Yes.

Have they left?

You didn't tell them about me, did you?

They think you're dead, Mummy.

Hello! Anybody home?

Hello. Margaret, is that you?

Hi there.

How have you been?

No, no, don't tell me.

Aren't you going to let me in?

You know I'm harmless before lunch.

Now, for Christ's sake, come on out.

I'll see you around the campus.

Where have you been?

Christ! Who gave you all that money?

- I've been to the bank.

- What bank?

It's Tuesday. If you don't want me to go

to the bank any more, just say so!

No need to shout.

Sorry.

Did you... go anyplace else?

Did you... meet anyone... else?

No?

Darling, you know you can trust me.

I wouldn't trust you with a crooked penny.

Somebody... called.

Who?

Albert.

- I don't know anyone by that name.

- Give Mummy a kiss.

Oh, my God!

Was...?

Was... Daddy Albert a great lover?

What do you mean?

Was he greater than Daddy Gustav?

I guess so.

Was he... stupendous?

Stupendously... gentle?

And also brutal?

Did he make you give out...

a sound?

What kind of sound?

Let me hear you do it.

Are all men clever like that?

They're just little boys

that... need to have their...

bottoms wiped.

I'm going out.

- Can I come too?

- No, darling.

Please, let me come with you.

- Will you put that bloody thing down?

- Please?

- It's laundry day.

- I wouldn't touch your filthy laundry.

Cenci, you do the laundry

or no telly this week.

- Ha! We haven't got a telly!

- Oh, you're impossible today!

- You're coming back, aren't you, Mummy?

- Oh, don't be silly, of course I am.

- Come back soon!

- I will.

Coming...

Coming...

Oh, my God!

Hilda!

- Hilda!

- Yes? What is it?

Oh, really... Oh, all right.

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