Son of Fury Page #3

in your head?

That which puts things

in most people's heads observation.

Then you've been

observing me with him.

- Yes.

- Were you not jealous?

Jealous? One has to be

in love to be jealous.

You haven't

answered my question.

Nor do I intend to.

Please, Mistress Isabel.

Answer me!

Are you jealous?

You lout.

You impertinent, unruly clod.

Of course I'm jealous,

you little fool.

I'm jealous of anyone who touches you

or even looks at you.

I'm jealous of that idiot Hobart,

of your Father, of even

even the house servants.

I'm jealous of anyone

who can be near you.

Now have I answered you?

- Where have you been?

- The mare had a shoe loose, Your Worship.

- She would have thrown it at the first fence.

- Huh.

- Well, assist His Lordship to mount.

- Yes, Your Worship.

You clumsy fool!

My apologies, milord.

A beautiful evening,

Mistress Isabel.

- Ben.

- Sir Benjamin.

What are you doing here?

Dancing.

But my father

You must be mad.

It's quite possible.

Follow me.

- You shouldn't have done this, Ben.

- I had to.

You looked so lovely,

I couldn't keep away.

- You're a fool, darling.

- Darling?

Only a slip of the tongue.

What makes you so confident

I won't call my father?

- Because you love me.

- Do I?

For all you know, I may be

just amusing myself. Just

- Ben.

- Even in jest, you mustn't

say things like that, Isabel.

Tell me that

you love me.

Say it.

- Say it.

- I love you, Ben.

I do love you.

That's what I had to hear

before I go.

That's what I had

to take with me.

- Before you go?

- Yes, I'm leaving tonight.

But you can't.

I don't want you to go now.

- Isn't this enough? Isn't it?

- No.

I want my birthright.

I want Breetholm.

Don't you see, darling? It's It's being here

and yet not having what is mine...

being near you and not being

able to be with you always.

I want all the worid

to know that I love you.

Just wait for me, Isabel.

Wait? I

I don't understand.

You will one day,

when you are my wife.

Promise me that too.

- Ben.

- Yes?

When you find the way to become

master of Breetholm

I'll find it.

You'll find the way

to make me your wife.

Go into the house.

Come with me.

Light the lantern.

I intend to teach you

a lesson, Ben.

You're hot-blooded, and you will find trouble

as long as you live.

I mean to teach you

how to handle yourself

the manly art

of self-defense

so in the future you will always be able

to give as well as take.

Have you ever fought

with your fists, Ben?

- Yes.

- I don't mean vulgar scuffling in the stables.

- I mean according to the rules of the prize ring.

- No, sir.

Take off your coat,

and your education will begin.

Your first lesson

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes