The Two Mrs. Carrolls

Mr. Carroll,

You have a fish on your line.

Mr. Carroll!

You've caught a fish.

Mr. Carroll.

Darling, didn't you hear macgregor?

You've caught a fish.

From this distance, that takes real talent.

Macgregor, throw that whale back!

The way I feel,

I don't want even fish to be unhappy!

Ha ha!

Dearest.

Geoffrey.

Look, Sally, I came to Scotland to work.

When we left the inn this morning,

How many sketches did you promise I could make?

Um...

Correct.

And how many have I made?

Also correct.

Geoffrey.

Yes, Sally.

I just thought of something.

Do you realize it's almost our anniversary?

Anniversary?

Yes, of course, darling.

At 4:00, we will have known each other two weeks.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of the only real happiness

I've ever known.

I love you, Sally.

I love you.

Mr. Carroll.

Look lively, if you don't want miss Morton to get wet.

Look at them clouds.

Sally: Mr. macgregor, it can't rain.

It's been fine all day.

He's right. It's started already.

In Scotland, that's always a sign of storm.

Rain comes fast in this country.

Here, you take this coat.

Where can we go?

You'll take your Lassie to yon shelter,

And be sharp about it.

I'll get the rods and the other gear.

We were lucky to find this place.

You stay here. I'll go help macgregor.

All right.

Oh, darling, take your coat.

Darling!

Darling!

You take these, Mr. Carroll.

I'll find my own shelter.

Macgregor, you're a man of tact.

Aye.

Ha ha ha!

Macgregor's a quaint little man.

Know what he's doing?

What's the matter?

This fell out of your pocket.

You evidently forgot to mail it.

When we left the inn.

It's addressed to a Mrs. Geoffrey Carroll.

My wife.

Why didn't you tell me?

I tried from the start, but I couldn't.

There's a child, too.

Are you separated?

No.

That letter was to ask for a divorce.

Have you been married long?

We've been together 10 years.

She's been an invalid since the child was born.

Do you think I'd marry you?

I'm afraid you don't know me very well.

I know I love you.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I didn't want to lose you.

It would've saved so much hurt.

Now it's no use.

I don't believe that.

Before I found you, I was finished.

There was nothing.

I couldn't think. I didn't care.

We mustn't lose each other.

We couldn't if we tried.

No. No!

Miss Morton, where are you going?

You'll catch your death of cold.

Do you hear me?

You'll catch your death!

Death, death, death!

You'll have to sign for this, sir.

Of course.

There you are. Snug as a bug in a rug.

This will be October the 2nd.

There you are, sir.

Oh, excuse me.

Blagdon's cash chemist.

Horace blagdon speaking.

Oh, hello, alf.

Who?

Oh.

Who ran second?

Oh. Well, um,

Call me before the last race.

Good-bye.

Out of the money?

As usual.

You see this scar, Mr., uh, Fleming?

A horse kicked me when I was 9.

I've been trying to get even with horses.

Ever since.

It ain't quite worked out.

Five shillings, please.

All right.

Thanks a lot.

Quite all right, sir.

Always glad to be of service.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fleming, sir.

Fleming?

Mother.

Hello, father.

Hello, bee.

How's your mother?

About the same. Not well.

She's resting now.

I wish there was something more.

We could do for her.

I know.

Any sale today?

Same old routine.

I have what the English call definite promise,

But that doesn't pay cash.

It will one day. You're a genius.

It's a pity that only you.

And your mother and I recognize that fact.

When you finish this one, they'll all know.

The angel of death.

You think it's good, huh?

I should say I do.

It's frightening, of course.

Makes me shiver sometimes,

But it's so definitely mother.

Oh.

Yes.

Do you think she'll live.

Until you finish the picture?

Of course. What do you mean?

We both want her to live.

Because we love her.

That doesn't mean she will live, does it?

Come here, bee.

You feel much closer to mother than me, don't you?

I don't know.

I hadn't thought of it,

But, yes, I believe I do.

Why?

Well, for one thing,

You've been away so much.

Painting in Paris,

Then in your own country.

So many trips.

I suppose that's true.

I've always been here with mother alone.

Naturally I feel closer to her.

Mm-hmm. I suppose so.

You mustn't misunderstand me, father.

I love you, too,

And I admire you tremendously.

It's just that...

I understand. I understand.

Time for mother to have her milk.

I've kept it warm.

Here, I'll do that.

I'll take it to her.

Good. She likes to have you do that.

I'm glad.

Put my hat and coat away.

I won't be going out.

Certainly, father.

Bee.

Yes, father?

Starting tomorrow, you're going to a private school.

School? Tomorrow?

Yes.

Your mother's done a wonderful job with you,

But it's time you mingled with other children.

Oh, I don't mind the idea of school.

I rather like it.

But with mother ill and the money...

You let me do the worrying.

We'll talk it over with your mother later.

Father.

Yes?

I'll do anything you say, always,

Because I know you're doing.

What you feel is right.