Barry Lyndon


BarryLyndon























             BARRY LYNDON


             A

                Screenplay

                by

                Stanley Kubrick



            Based on the novel by

            William Makepeace Thackeray
















                             February 18, 1973






FADE IN:

EXT.  PARK - DAY

Brief shot of duel.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My father, who was well-known to the
    best circles in this kingdom under
    the name of roaring Harry James, was
    killed in a duel, when I was fifteen
    years old.

EXT.  GARDEN - DAY

Mrs. James, talking with a suitor; Roderick, at a
distance.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My mother, after her husband's
    death, and her retirement, lived in
    such a way as to defy slander.  She
    refused all offers of marriage,
    declaring that she lived now for her
    son only, and for the memory of her
    departed saint.

EXT.  STREET - DAY

Mother and son walking together.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My mother was the most beautiful
    women of her day.  But if she was
    proud of her beauty, to do her
    justice, she was still more proud of
    her son, and has said a thousand
    times to me that I was the
    handsomest fellow in the world.

EXT.  CHURCH - DAY

Mother and son entering church.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The good soul's pleasure was to
    dress me; and on Sundays and
    Holidays, I turned out in a velvet
    coat with a silver-hilted sword by
    my side, and a gold garter at my
    knee as fine as any lord in the
    land.  As we walked to church on
    Sundays, even the most envious souls
    would allow that there was not a
    prettier pair in the kingdom.

EXT.  FIELD - DAY

A picnic.  The Dugan family.  Roderick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My uncle's family consisted of ten
    children, and one of them was the
    cause of all my early troubles; this
    was the belle of the family, my
    cousin, Miss Dorothy Dugan, by name.

EXT.  DUGAN MANOR HOUSE - DAY

A sprawling run-down Irish manor house with large garden,
stables, barn and farm.

Idealized images of Dorothy.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Ah!  That first affair, how well one
    remembers it!  What a noble
    discovery it is that the boy makes
    when he finds himself actually and
    truly in love with some one!  A lady
    who is skilled in dancing or singing
    never can perfect herself without a
    deal of study in private.  So it is
    with the dear creatures who are
    skilled in coquetting.  Dorothy, for
    instance, was always practicing, and
    she would take poor me to rehearse
    her accomplishments upon...

Dorothy talking with the exciseman.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    ... or the exciseman, when he came
    his rounds.

Dorothy talking to the steward.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    ... or the steward.

Dorothy sitting under a tree with the curate, reading a
book.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    ... or the poor curate.

Dorothy talking to the apothecary's lad.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    ... or the young apothecary's lad
    from Dugan's Town whom I recollect
    beating once for that very reason.

Roderick, fighting with apothecary's lad.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The torments of jealousy she made me
    endure were horrible.

EXT.  FIELD - DAY

Dorothy, like a greyhound released from days of
confinement, and given the freedom of the fields at last,
runs at top-speed, left and right, back and forth,
returning every moment to Roderick.

She runs and runs until she is out of breath, and then
laughs at the astonishment which keeps Roderick motionless
and staring at her.

After catching her breath, and wiping her forehead, she
challenges Roderick to a race.

         RODERICK
    I accept, but I insist on a wager.
    The loser must do whatever the
    winner pleases.

         DOROTHY
    Agreed.

         RODERICK
    Do you see the gate at the end of
    the field?  The first to touch it
    will be the winner.

They line up together and start on a count of three.
Dorothy uses all her strength, but Roderick holds back,
and Dorothy touches the gate five or six paces ahead of
him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I was certain to win, but I meant to
    lose to see what she would order me
    to do.

Dorothy catches her breath, thinking of the penalty.  Then
she goes behind the trees and, a few second later, comes
out and says:

         DOROTHY
    Your penalty is to find a cherry-
    colored ribbon which I have hidden
    somewhere on my person.  You are
    free to look for it anywhere you
    will, and I will think very little
    of you if you do not find it.

They sit down on the grass.  Roderick searches her
pockets, the fold of her short bodice and her skirt, then
her shoes; then he turns up her skirt, slowly and
circumspectly, as high as her garters, which she wears
upon the knee.  He unfastens them and finds nothing; he
draws down her skirt and gropes under her armpits.  The
tickling makes her laugh.

         RODERICK
    I feel the ribbon.

         DOROTHY
    Then you must get it.

Roderick has to unlace her bodice and touch her pretty
breasts, over which his hand must pass to reach it.

         DOROTHY
    Why are you shaking?

         RODERICK
    With pleasure at finding the ribbon.

EXT.  FIELD - DAY

Military review.  One hundred English troops, a few
mounted officers, a small military band, fifty local
people.

The Dugan family, Roderick and his mother, Captains Best
and Grogan.

Roderick admires the troops in their splendid uniforms.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    About this time, the United Kingdom
    was in a state of great excitement
    from the threat generally credited
    of a French invasion.  The noblemen
    and people of condition in that and
    all other parts of the kingdom
    showed their loyalty by raising
    regiments of horse and foot to
    resist the invaders.  How I envied
    them.  The whole country was alive
    with war's alarums; the three
    kingdoms ringing with military
    music, while poor I was obliged to
    stay at home in my fustian jacket
    and sigh for fame in secret.

INT.  BALLROOM AT FENCIBLES - NIGHT

Dorothy and Roderick entering.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Once, the officers of the Kilwangen
    regiment gave a grand ball to which
    Dorothy persuaded my to take her.

Several cuts depicting the evening.

Dorothy ignores Roderick; dances, chats, laughs, drinks
punch, and finally, strolls outside with Captain Best.

Roderick makes a half-hearted try at dancing with Miss
Clancy.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I have endured torments in my life,
    but none like that.  Some of the
    prettiest girls there offered to
    console me, for I was the best
    dancer in the room, but I was too
    wretched, and so remained alone all
    night in a state of agony.  I did
    not care for drink, or know the
    dreadful comfort of it in those
    days; but I thought of killing
    myself and Dorothy, and most
    certainly of making away with
    Captain Best.

EXT.  FENCIBLES BALLROOM - DAWN

The guests leaving and saying their goodbyes.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    At last, and at morning, the ball
    was over.

EXT.  ROAD - DAWN

Dorothy and Roderick on horseback together.

         DOROTHY
    Sure it's a bitter night, Roderick
    dear, and you'll catch cold without
    a handkerchief to your neck.

To this sympathetic remark, from the pillion, the saddle
made no reply.

         DOROTHY
    Did you and Miss Clancy have a
    pleasant evening, Roderick?  You
    were together, I saw, all night.

To this, the saddle only replies by grinding his teeth,
and giving a lash to Daisy.

         DOROTHY
    Oh!  Mercy, you make Daisy rear and
    throw me, you careless creature,
    you.

The pillion had by this got her arm around the saddle's
waist, and gave it the gentlest squeeze in the world.

         RODERICK
    I hate Miss Clancy, you know I do!
    And I only danced with her because
    -- because -- the person with whom I
    intended to dance chose to be
    engaged the whole night.

         DOROTHY
    I had not been in the room five
    minutes before I was engaged for
    every single set.

         RODERICK
    Were you obliged to dance five times
    with Captain Best, and then stroll
    out with him into the garden?

         DOROTHY
    I don't care a fig for Captain Best;
    he dances prettily to be sure, and
    is a pleasant rattle of a man.  He
    looks well in his regimentals, too;
    and if he chose to ask me to dance,
    how could I refuse him?

         RODERICK
    But you refused me, Dorothy.

         DOROTHY
    Oh!  I can dance with you any day,
    and to dance with your own cousin at
    a ball as if you could find no other
    partner.  Besides, Roderick, Captain
    Best's a man, and you are only a
    boy, and you haven't a guinea in the
    world.

         RODERICK
    If ever I meet him again, you shall
    see which is the best man of the
    two.  I'll fight him with sword or
    with pistol, captain as he is.

         DOROTHY
    But Captain Best is already known as
    a valiant soldier, and is famous as
    a man of fashion in London.  It is
    mighty well of you to fight farmers'
    boys, but to fight an Englishman is
    a very different matter.

Roderick falls silent.

EXT.  SMALL BRIDGE OVER A STREAM - DAWN

They come to an old, high bridge, over a stream,
sufficiently deep and rocky.

         DOROTHY
    Suppose, now, Roderick, you, who are
    such a hero, was passing over the
    bridge and the enemy on the other
    side.

         RODERICK
    I'd draw my sword, and cut my way
    through them.

         DOROTHY
    What, with me on the pillion?  Would
    you kill poor me?

         RODERICK
    Well, then, I'll tell you what I'd
    do.  I'd jump Daisy into the river,
    and swim you both across, where no
    enemy could follow us.

         DOROTHY
    Jump twenty feet!  You wouldn't dare
    to do any such thing on Daisy.
    There's the captain's horse, Black
    George, I've heard say that Captain
    Bes --

She never finished the word for, maddened by the continual
recurrence of that odious monosyllable, Roderick shouts:

         RODERICK
    Hold tight to my waist!

And, giving Daisy the spur, springs with Dorothy over the
parapet, into the deeper water below.

The horse's head sinks under, the girl screams as she
sinks, and screams as she rises.

Roderick lands her, half-fainting, on the shore.

INT.  MOTHER'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

Various cuts showing illness and convalescence.

Roderick feverish:  the doctor taking his pulse.

Mother brings a tray of food.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I went home, and was ill speedily of
    a fever, which kept me to my bed for
    a week.

Dorothy visiting him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Dorothy visited me only once, but I
    quitted my couch still more
    violently in love than I had been
    ever before.

EXT.  DUGAN MANOR HOUSE - DAY

The air is fresh and bright, and the birds sing loud
amidst the green trees.  Roderick is elated, and springs
down the road, as brisk as a young fawn.

He encounters an orderly whistling "Roast Beef of Old
England," as he cleans down a cavalry horse.

         RODERICK
    Whose horse, fellow, is that?

         ORDERLY
    Feller, indeed!  The horse belongs
    to my captain, and he's a better
    fellow nor you any day.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I did not stop to break his bones,
    as I would on another occasion, for
    a horrible suspicion had come across
    me, and I made for the garden as
    quickly as I could.

Roderick see Captain Best and Dorothy pacing the path
together.  Her arm is under his, and he is fondling and
squeezing her little hand which lies closely nestling
against his arm.

Some distance beyond them is Captain Grogan, who is paying
court to Dorothy's sister, Mysie.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The fact is that, during the week of
    my illness, no other than Captain
    Best was staying at Castle Dugan,
    and making love to Miss Dorothy in
    form.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    No, Dorothy, except for you and four
    others, I vow before all the gods,
    my heart had never felt the soft
    flame.

         DOROTHY
    Ah, you men, you men, John, your
    passion is not equal to ours.  We
    are like -- like some plant I've
    read of -- we bear but one flower,
    and then we die!

         CAPTAIN BEST
    Do you mean you never felt an
    inclination for another?

         DOROTHY
    Never, my John, but for thee!  How
    can you ask me such a question?

Raising her hand to his lips.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    Darling Dorothea!

Roderick rushes into view, drawing his little sword.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I pulled out a knot of cherry-
    colored ribbons, which she had given
    me out of her breast, and which
    somehow I always wore upon me, and
    flung them in Captain Best's face,
    and rushed out with my little sword
    drawn.

         RODERICK
    She's a liar -- she's a liar,
    Captain Best!  Draw, sir, and defend
    yourself, if you are a man!

Roderick leaps at Captain Best, and collars him, while
Dorothy makes the air echo with her screams.

Captain Grogan and Mysie hasten up.

Though Roderick is a full growth of six feet, he is small
by the side of the enormous English captain.

Best turns very red at the attack upon him, and slips back
clutching at his sword.

Dorothy, in an agony of terror, flings herself round him,
screaming:

         DOROTHY
    Captain Best, for Heaven's sake,
    spare the child -- he is but an
    infant.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    And ought to be whipped for his
    impudence, but never fear, Miss
    Dugan, I shall not touch him, your
    favorite is safe from me.

So saying, he stoops down and picks up the bunch of
ribbons, which Roderick had flung at Dorothy's feet, and
handing it to her, says in a sarcastic tone:

         CAPTAIN BEST
    When ladies make presents to
    gentlemen, it is time for other
    gentlemen to retire...

         DOROTHY
    Good heavens, Best!  He is but a boy
    and don't signify any more than my
    parrot or lap-dog.  Mayn't I give a
    bit of ribbon to my own cousin?

         RODERICK
           (roaring)
    I'm a man, and will prove it.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    You are perfectly welcome, miss, as
    many yards as you like.

         DOROTHY
    Monster!  Your father was a tailor,
    and you are always thinking of the
    shop.  But I'll have my revenge, I
    will!  Roddy, will you see me
    insulted?

         RODERICK
    Indeed, Miss Dorothy, I intend to
    have his blood as sure as my name's
    Roderick.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    I'll send for the usher to cane you,
    little boy, but as for you, miss, I
    have the honor to wish you a good
    day.

Best takes off his hat with much ceremony, and makes a low
bow, and is just walking off, when Michael, Roderick's
cousin, comes up, whose ear has likewise been caught by
the scream.

         MICHAEL
    Hoity-toity!  John Best, what's the
    matter here?

         CAPTAIN BEST
    I'll tell you what it is, Mr. Dugan.
    I have had enough of Miss Dugan here
    and your Irish ways.  I ain't used
    to 'em, sir.

         MICHAEL
           (good-humoredly)
    Well, well!  What is it?  We'll make
    you used to our ways, or adopt
    English ones.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    It's not the English way, for ladies
    to have two lovers, and, so, Mr.
    Dugan, I'll thank you to pay me the
    sum you owe me, and I resign all
    claims to this young lady.  If she
    has a fancy for school-boys, let her
    take 'em, sir.

         MICHAEL
    Pooh!  Pooh!  Best, you are joking.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    I never was more in earnest.

Best exits.

         MICHAEL
           (in a towering rage)
    You -- you!  Hang you for a meddling
    brat, your hand is in everybody's
    pie.  What business had you to come
    brawling and quarreling here, with
    a gentleman who has fifteen hundred
    a-year?

Michael runs after Best.

         DOROTHY
           (gasps)
    Oh, I shall die; I know I shall.  I
    shall never leave this spot.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
           (whisper to Dorothy)
    The Captain is gone.

Dorothy, giving him an indignant look, jumps up and walks
towards the house.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
           (in a soothing tone
            to Roderick)
    This is a pretty way to recommend
    yourself to the family.

         RODERICK
           (shouts after
            Michael)
    The man that marries Dorothy Dugan
    must first kill me -- do you mind
    that?

         MICHAEL
           (shouting back from
            a distance)
    Pooh, sir.  Kill you -- flog you,
    you mean!  I'll send for Nick the
    huntsman to do it.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    You are a gallant lad, and I like
    your spirit.  But what Dugan says is
    true.  It's a hard thing to give a
    lad counsel who is in such a far-
    gone state as you; but, believe me,
    I know the world, and if you will
    but follow my advice, you won't
    regret having taken it.  Dorothy
    Dugan has not a penny; you are not a
    whit richer.  And, my poor boy,
    don't you see -- though it's a hard
    matter to see -- that she's a flirt,
    and does not care a pin for you or
    Best either?

         RODERICK
    Dorothy might love me or not, as she
    likes, but Best will have to fight
    me before he marries her!

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    Faith, I think you are a lad that's
    likely to keep your word.

He looks hard at Roderick for a second to two, then he
walks away, humming a tune, looking back at Roderick as he
goes through the old gate out of the garden.

When Grogan is gone, Roderick is quite alone, and he
flings himself down on the bench where Dorothy had made
believe to faint, and had left her handkerchief and the
ribbons and, taking them up, hides his face in them, and
bursts into a passion of tears.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I must have sat for some hours
    bemoaning myself on the garden-bench,
    for the dinner-bell clanged as usual
    at three o'clock, which wakened me
    from my reverie.

EXT.  DUGAN MANOR HOUSE - DAY

As Roderick passes the courtyard, he sees the Captain's
saddle still hanging up at the stable-door, and his odious
red-coated brute of a servant, swaggering with the
scullion-girls and kitchen people.

         MAID
    The Englishman's still there, Master
    Roderick.  He's there in the parlor.
    Go in, and don't let 'im browbeat
    you, Master Roderick.

INT.  DUGAN MANOR HOUSE - DINING ROOM - DAY

Roderick enters and takes his place at the bottom of the
big table; the butler speedily brings him a cover.

         UNCLE
    Hello, Roddy, my boy!  Up and well?
    That's right.

         AUNT
    He'd better be home with his mother.

         UNCLE
    Don't mind her.  It's the cold goose
    she ate for breakfast -- didn't
    agree with her.  Take a glass of
    spirits, Mrs. Dugan, to Roderick's
    health.

It is evident that his uncle doesn't know of what
happened, but Michael, who is at dinner too, and Harry,
and almost all the girls, look exceedingly black and the
captain foolish; and Miss Dorothy, who is again by his
side, ready to cry.  Captain Grogan sits smiling, and
Roderick looks on as cold as stone.

His uncle is in high good-humor.

         UNCLE
    Dorothy, divide that merry thought
    with the captain!  See who'll be
    married first.  Jack Best, my dear
    boy, never mind a clean glass for
    the claret, we're short of crystal
    at Castle Dugan; take Dorothy's and
    the wine will taste none the worse.
    Mrs. Dugan and ladies, if you
    please; this is a sort of toast that
    is drunk a great deal too seldom in
    my family, and you'll please to
    receive it with all the honors.
    Here's to Captain and Mrs. John
    Best, and long life to them.  Kiss
    her, Jack, you rogue; for faith,
    you've got a treasure.

         RODERICK
           (spring up)
    His already?!

         HARRY
    Hold your tongue, you fool -- hold
    your tongue!

         RODERICK
           (shouting)
    He has already been slapped in the
    face this morning, Captain John
    Best; he's already been called a
    coward, Captain John Best; and this
    is the way I'll drink his health.
    Here's your health, Captain John
    Best.

Roderick flings a glass of claret into his face.  The next
moment, he is under the table, tripped up by Harry, who
hits him a violent cuff on the head; as he goes down, he
hardly has time to hear the general screaming and
scurrying that is taking place above him, being so fully
occupied with kicks, and thumps and curses, with which
Harry is belaboring him.

         HARRY
    You fool!  You great blundering
    marplot -- you silly beggarly
    brat --
           (a thump at each)
    Hold your tongue!

When Roderick gets up from under the table, the ladies are
all gone; but he has the satisfaction of seeing the
captain's nose is bleeding, as his is -- Best is cut
across the bridge, and his beauty spoiled forever.

         UNCLE
    In Heaven's name, what does all the
    row mean?  Is the boy in fever
    again?

         HARRY
           (turning to his
            father)
    The fact is, sir, that the young
    monkey has fallen in love with
    Dorothy, and finding her and the
    captain mighty sweet in the garden
    today, he was for murdering Jack
    Best.

         CAPTAIN BEST
           (bristling up)
    And, I'll tell you what, Mr. Dugan,
    I've been insulted grossly in this
    house.  I ain't at all satisfied
    with these here ways of going on.
    I'm an Englishman, I am, and a man
    of property; and I -- I --

         HARRY
    If you're insulted, and not
    satisfied, remember there's two of
    us, Best.

On which, the captain falls to washing his nose in water,
and answering never a word.

         RODERICK
           (in dignified tone)
    Mr. Best may also have satisfaction
    any time he pleases, by calling on
    Roderick James, Esquire, of
    Jamesville.

His uncle bursts out laughing, and in this laugh, Captain
Grogan joins.

         RODERICK
    Captain Grogan, I beg you to
    understand that, for my cousin
    Harry, who has been my best friend
    through life, I could put up with
    rough treatment from him; yet, even
    that sort of treatment I will bear
    from him no longer; and any other
    person who ventures on the like will
    not like the cost.  Mr. Best knows
    that fact very well; and, if he's
    man, he'll know where to find me.

         UNCLE
    It is getting late, and your mother
    will be anxious about you.  One of
    you had better go home with him.
           (turning to his sons)
    Or the lad may be playing more
    pranks.

         HARRY
    Both of us ride home with Best here.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    I'm not afraid of highwaymen.  My
    man is armed, and so am I.

         HARRY
    You know the use of arms very well,
    Best, and no one can doubt your
    courage; but Michael and I will see
    you home for all that.

         UNCLE
    Why, you'll not be home till
    morning, boys.  Kilwangan's a good
    ten miles from here.

         HARRY
    We'll sleep in Best's quarters.
    We're going to stop a week there.
    And, in another week, my boy.

And here, Harry whispers something in the Captain's ear.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    I'll go home with the boy.

EXT.  ROAD - LATE DAY

Grogan walks with Roderick.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    A pretty day's work of it you have
    made, Master Roderick.  Knowing your
    uncle to be distressed for money,
    and try and break off a match which
    will bring fifteen hundred a-year
    into the family?  Best has promised
    to pay off the four thousand pounds
    which is bothering your uncle so.
    He takes a girl without a penny -- a
    girl that has been flinging herself
    at the head of every man in these
    parts these ten years past, and
    missing them all, and a boy who
    ought to be attached to your uncle
    as to your father.

         RODERICK
    And so I am.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    And this is the return you make for
    his kindness!  Didn't he harbor you
    in his house when your father died,
    and hasn't he given you and your
    mother, rent-free, your fine house
    of Jamesville yonder?

         RODERICK
    Mark this, come what will of it, I
    swear I will fight the man who
    pretends to the hand of Dorothy
    Dugan.  I'll follow him if it's into
    the church, and meet him there.
    I'll have his blood, or he shall
    have mine.  Will you take my message
    to him, and arrange the meeting?

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    Well, if it must be, it must.  For a
    young fellow, you are the most
    bloodthirsty I ever saw.  No
    officer, bearing His Majesty's
    commission, can receive a glass of
    wine on his nose, without resenting
    it -- fight you must, and Best is a
    huge, strong fellow.

         RODERICK
    He'll give the better mark.  I am
    not afraid of him.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    In faith, I believe you are not; for
    a lad I never saw more game in my
    life.  Give me a kiss, my dear boy.
    You're after my own soul.  As long
    as Jack Grogan lives, you shall
    never want a friend or a second.

They embrace.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Poor fellow!  He was shot six months
    afterwards, at Minden, and I lost
    thereby a kind friend.  But we don't
    know what is in store for us, and
    that's a blessing.

EXT.  HOUSE - LATE DAY

Mother greeting Roderick and Captain Grogan.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    In spite of my precautions to
    secrecy, I half-suspected that my
    mother knew all from the manner in
    which she embraced me on my arrival,
    and received our guest, Captain
    Grogan.

His mother looks a little anxious and flushed and, every
now and then, gazes very hard into the Captain's face.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    But she would not say a word about
    the quarrel, for she had a noble
    spirit, and would as lief have seen
    any one of her kindred hanged as
    shirking from the field of honor.

INT.  MOTHER'S HOUSE - RODERICK'S BEDROOM - DAY

Roderick waking up.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I never slept sounder in my life,
    though I woke a little earlier than
    usual, and you may be sure my first
    thought was of the event of the day,
    for which I was fully prepared.

Roderick at table with paper and ink.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And now I sat down and wrote a
    couple of letters; they might be the
    last, thought I, that I should ever
    write in my life.

See him write:  "Dearest Mother."

INT.  MOTHER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Then I went down to breakfast, where
    my mother was waiting for me, you
    may be sure.  We did not say a
    single word about what was taking
    place.

Roderick eats his breakfast with a good appetite; but in
helping himself to salt, spills it, on which his mother
starts up with a scream.

         MOTHER
    Thank God, it's fallen towards me!

And then, her heart being too full, she leaves the room.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Ah!  They have their faults, those
    mothers; but are there any other
    women like them?

There is an elegant, silver-mounted sword that hangs on
the mantelpiece under the picture of Roderick's late
father.

A pair of pistols hang on each side of the picture.

Roderick takes down the sword and pistols, which are
bright and well-oiled, and collects flints, balls and
gunpowder.

EXT.  MOTHER'S HOUSE - DAY

Captain Grogan and Orderly arrive.

         RODERICK
    Have you taken my message to him?

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    The meeting is arranged.  Captain
    Best is waiting for you now.

         RODERICK
    My mare is saddled and ready; who's
    the captain's second?

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    Your cousins go out with him.

Roderick and Grogan, and the Orderly ride off.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I didn't take leave of Mrs. James.
    The curtains of her bedroom-windows
    were down, and they didn't move as
    we mounted and trotted off.

EXT.  COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

They ride their horses at a leisurely pace.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    That's a very handsome sword you
    have there.

         RODERICK
    It was with this sword that my late
    father, Harry James, God rest his
    soul, met Sir Huddelstone
    Fuddelstone, the Hampshire baronet,
    and was fatally run through the
    neck.  He was quite in the wrong,
    having insulted Lady Fuddelstone,
    when in liquor, at the Brentford
    Assembly.  But, like a gentleman, he
    scorned to apologize.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    And now you risk the same fate.  If
    you are killed, your mother is all
    alone in the world.

         RODERICK
    I am Harry James' son, and will act
    as becomes my name and quality.

EXT.  FOREST CLEARING - DAY

Harry, Michael and the Captain are already there.  Best,
flaming in red regimentals, a big a monster as ever led a
grenadier company.  The party are laughing together.

         RODERICK
           (to Captain Grogan)
    I hope to spoil this sport, and
    trust to see this sword of mine in
    that big bully's body.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    Oh, it's with pistols we fight.  You
    are no match for Best with the
    sword.

         RODERICK
    I'll match any man with the sword.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    But swords are today impossible;
    Captain Best is -- is lame.  He
    knocked his knee against the
    swinging park gate last night, as he
    was riding home, and can scarce move
    it now.

         RODERICK
    Not against Castle Dugan gate, that
    has been off the hinges these ten
    years.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    It must have been some other gate.

They alight from their horses, and join and salute the
other gentlemen.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    I have just explained to Mister
    James that Captain Best is lame, and
    that swords are impossible.

         HARRY
    Oh, yes!  Dead lame.

Harry comes up to shake Roderick by the hand, while
Captain Best takes off his hat, and turns extremely red.

         HARRY
    And very lucky for you, Roderick, my
    boy.  You were a dead man else, for
    he is a devil of a fellow -- isn't
    he, Grogan?

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    A regular Turk.  I never yet knew
    the man who stood to Captain Best.

         HARRY
    Hang the business.  I hate it.  I'm
    ashamed of it.  Say you're sorry,
    Roderick.  You can easily say that.

         CAPTAIN BEST
    If the young feller will go to
    Dublin, as proposed...

         RODERICK
    I'm not sorry -- I'll not apologize
    -- and I'll as soon go to Dublin as
    to hell!

Grogan takes him aside.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    Look here, Roderick, my boy; this is
    silly business.  The girl will marry
    Best, mark my words; and as sure as
    she does, you'll forget her.  You
    are but a boy.  Best is willing to
    consider you as such.  Dublin's a
    fine place, and if you have a mind
    to take a ride thither and see the
    town for a month, here are twenty
    guineas at your service.  Make Best
    an apology, and be off.

         RODERICK
    A man of honor dies, but never
    apologizes.  I'll see the captain
    hanged before I apologize.

         HARRY
           (with a laugh to
            Grogan)
    There's nothing else for it.  Take
    your ground, Grogan -- twelve paces,
    I suppose?

         CAPTAIN BEST
           (in a big voice)
    Ten, sir, and make them short ones,
    do you hear, Captain Grogan?

         HARRY
    Don't bully, Mr. Best.  Here are the
    pistols.
           (with some emotion
            to Roderick)
    God bless you, my boy; and when I
    count three, fire.

         RODERICK
    This is not one of my pistols.

         HARRY
    They are all right, never fear.
    It's one of mine.  Yours will serve,
    if they are needed, for the next
    round.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    Roderick, fire at his neck -- hit
    him there under the gorget; see how
    the fool shows himself open.

Michael, who has not spoken a word, Harry, and the Captain
retire to one side, and Harry gives the signal.

It is slowly given, and Roderick has the leisure to cover
his man well.

Captain Best changes color and trembles as the numbers are
given.

At "three" both pistols go off.  Best gives a most
horrible groan, staggers backwards and falls.

         THE SECONDS
           (crying out)
    He's down!  He's down!

Running towards him, Harry lifts him up -- Michael takes
his head.

         MICHAEL
    He's hit here, in the neck.

Laying open his coat, blood is seen gurgling from under
his gorget.

         HARRY
    How is it with you?

The unfortunate man does not answer, but when the support
of Harry's arm is withdrawn from his back, groans once
more and falls backwards.

         MICHAEL
           (with a scowl)
    The young fellow has begun well.
    You had better ride off, young sir,
    before the police are up.  They had
    wind of the business before we left
    Kilwangan.

         RODERICK
    Is he quite dead?

         MICHAEL
    Quite dead.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    Then the world's rid of a coward.
    It's all over with him, Roddy -- he
    doesn't stir.

He gives the huge prostrate body a scornful kick with his
foot.

         HARRY
    We are not cowards, Grogan, whatever
    he was!  Let's get the boy off as
    quick as we may.  Your man shall go
    for a cart, and take away the body
    of this unhappy gentleman.  This has
    been a sad day's work for our
    family, Roderick James, and you have
    robbed us of fifteen-hundred a-year.

         RODERICK
    It was Dorothy did it.

Roderick takes the ribbons she gave him out of his
waistcoat, and the letter, and flings them down on the
body of Captain Best.

         RODERICK
    There!  Take her those ribbons.
    She'll know what they mean; that's
    all that's left of her of two lovers
    she had and ruined.

         MICHAEL
    And now, in Heaven's name, get the
    youngster out of the way.

         HARRY
    I'll go with you.

They mount up and gallop off.

EXT.  MOTHER'S HOUSE - DAY

Upon seeing Roderick and Harry ride up, his mother, who
has been waiting outside, rushes to her son with wild
screams of joy.  He dismounts, and she kisses and embraces
him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I need not tell you how great was my
    mother's pride and exultation when
    she heard from Harry's lips the
    account of my behavior at the duel.

INT.  MOTHER'S HOUSE - PARLOR - DAY

Still much excitement and hustle and bustle.

         HARRY
    The boy must go into hiding, for a
    short time anyway.  Dublin is the
    best place for him to go, and there
    wait until matters are blown over.

         MOTHER
    Dublin?  But the poor lad has never
    been away from home.  He will be as
    safe here as in Dublin.

         HARRY
    I wish that were true, Auntie dear,
    but I'm afraid the bailiffs may
    already be on their way from
    Kilwangan.

INT.  RODERICK'S BEDROOM - DAY

His mother is rushing about and packing a valise.  Harry
sits on the bed.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Harry persisted in the necessity of
    instant departure, in which
    argument, as I was anxious to see
    the world, I must confess, I sided
    with him; and my mother was brought
    to see that, in our small house, in
    the midst of a village, escape would
    be impossible, and capture would be
    impossible to avoid.

INT.  MOTHER'S BEDROOM - DAY

His mother takes out a stocking from her escritoire, and
gives Roderick twenty golden guineas.

         MOTHER
           (gravely)
    Roderick, my darling, my wild boy, I
    have forebodings that our separation
    is to be a long one.  I spent most
    of all night consulting the cards
    regarding your fate in the duel, and
    all signs betoke a separation.  Here
    is twenty guineas -- all that I have
    in the world -- and I want you to
    keep your father's sword and
    pistols, which you have known to use
    so like a man.

EXT.  MOTHER'S HOUSE - DAY

Roderick's departure.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She hurried my departure now, though
    her heart, I know, was full, and
    almost in half-an-hour from my
    arrival at home, I was once more on
    the road again, with the wide world,
    as it were, before me.

Roderick waves.  His mother cries.

EXT.  HIGH ROAD TO DUBLIN - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    No lad of seventeen is very sad who
    has liberty for the first time, and
    twenty guineas in his pocket; and I
    rode away, thinking, I confess, not
    so much of the kind of mother left
    alone, and of the home behind me, as
    of tomorrow, and all the wonders it
    would bring.

Roderick happily riding down the road.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had no doubts of the future;
    thinking that a man of my person,
    parts, and courage, could make his
    way anywhere.  So I rode on, singing
    to myself, or chatting with the
    passersby; and all the girls along
    the road said, "God save me, for a
    clever gentleman."

Farm girls in the fields flirting with him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    As for thoughts of Dorothy Dugan,
    there seemed to be a gap of a half-
    a-score of years.

EXT.  ROAD TO DUBLIN - DAY

A well-armed gentleman dressed in green, and a gold cord,
with a patch on his eye, and riding a powerful mare, puts
his horse alongside.

         ARMED GENTLEMAN
    Good day to you, young sir.

         RODERICK
    Good morning.

         ARMED GENTLEMAN
    Where are you bound for?

         RODERICK
           (after a long look at
            his companion)
    That is none of your business.

         ARMED GENTLEMAN
    Is your mother not afraid on account
    of the highwayman to let one so
    young as you travel?

         RODERICK
           (pulling out a
            pistol)
    Not at all, sir.  I have a pair of
    good pistols that have already done
    execution, and are ready to do it
    again.

At this, a pock-marked man coming up, the well-armed
gentleman spurs into his bay mare, and leaves Roderick.

EXT.  ROAD TO DUBLIN - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    A little later on, as I rode towards
    Kilcullen, I saw a crowd of peasant
    people assembled round a one-horse
    chair, and my friend in green, as I
    thought, making off half-a-mile up
    the hill.

A footman howls, at the top of his voice.

         FOOTMAN
    Stop thief!

But the country fellows only laugh at his distress, and
make all sorts of jokes at the adventure which had just
befallen.

         COUNTRY FELLOW #1
    Sure, you might have kept him off
    with your blunderbush!

         COUNTRY FELLOW #2
    O the coward!  To let the Captain
    bate you, and he only one eye!

         COUNTRY FELLOW #3
    The next time my lady travels, she'd
    better leave you at home!

         RODERICK
    What is this noise, fellows?

Roderick rides up amongst them, and seeing the lady in the
carriage, very pale and frightened, gives a slash of his
whip, and bids the red-shanked ruffians keep off.

Pulling off his hat, and bringing his mare up in a prance
to the chair-window.

         RODERICK
    What has happened, madam, to annoy
    your ladyship?

         MRS. O'REILLY
    Oh, I am grateful to you, sir.  I am
    the wife of Captain O'Reilly
    hastening to join him at Dublin.  My
    chair was stopped by a highwayman;
    this great oaf of a servant-man fell
    down on his knees, armed as he was,
    and though there were thirty people
    in the next field, working, when the
    ruffian attacked, not one of them
    would help but, on the contrary,
    wished him "good luck."

         COUNTRY FELLOW #1
    Sure, he's the friend of the poor,
    and good luck to him.

         COUNTRY FELLOW #2
    Was it any business of ours?

         RODERICK
           (shouting)
    Be off to your work, you pack of
    rascals, or you will have a good
    taste of my thong.
           (to Mrs. O'Reilly)
    Have you lost much?

         MRS. O'REILLY
    Everything -- my purse, containing
    upwards of a hundred guineas, my
    jewels, my snuff-boxes, watches.
    And all because this blundering
    coward fell to his knees...

         FOOTMAN
    Be fair, ma'am, them wasn't so much.
    Didn't he return you the thirteen
    pence in copper, and the watch,
    saying it was only pinchbeck?

         MRS. O'REILLY
    Don't be insolent, or I'll report
    you to the Captain.

         FOOTMAN
    Sorry, ma'am.

He shuffles a few steps away and frowns in the direction
that the Captain has vanished.

         MRS. O'REILLY
    That fool didn't know what was the
    meaning of a hundred-pound bill,
    which was in the pocket-book that
    the fellow took from me.

         RODERICK
    I am riding to Dublin myself, and if
    your ladyship will allow me the
    honor of riding with you, I shall do
    my best to protect you from further
    mishap.

         MRS. O'REILLY
    But I shouldn't like to put you to
    such trouble, Mister...?

         RODERICK
    O'Higgins... Mohawk O'Higgins.

EXT.  ROADSIDE INN - DAY

They stop at the inn.

         RODERICK
           (very gallantly)
    As you have been robbed of your
    purse, may I have permission to lend
    your ladyship a couple of pieces to
    pay any expenses which you might
    incur before reaching your home?

         MRS. O'REILLY
           (smiling)
    That's very kind of you, Mr.
    O'Higgins.

He gives her two gold pieces.

INT.  INN - DAY

Roderick and Mrs. O'Reilly finishing their meal.

We will hear dialogue underneath Roderick's voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    How different was her lively rattle
    to the vulgar wenches at Kilwangan
    assemblies.  In every sentence, she
    mentioned a lord or a person of
    quality.  To the lady's question
    about my birth and parentage, I
    replied that I was a young gentleman
    of large fortune, that I was going
    to Dublin for my studies, and that
    my mother allowed me five hundred
    per annum.

         MRS. O'REILLY
    You must be very cautious with
    regard to the company you should
    meet in Dublin, where rogues and
    adventurers of all countries abound.
    I hope you will do me the honor of
    accepting lodgings in my own house,
    where Captain O'Reilly will welcome
    with delight, my gallant young
    preserver.

Paying the bill.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Perhaps had I been a little older in
    the world's experience, I should
    have begun to see that Madame
    O'Reilly was not the person of
    fashion she pretended to be; but, as
    it was, I took all her stories for
    truth, and, when the landlord
    brought the bill for dinner, paid it
    with the air of a lord.  Indeed, she
    made no motion to produce the two
    pieces I had lent her.

EXT.  DUBLIN - STREET - NIGHT

They ride by.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And so we rode on slowly towards
    Dublin, into which city we made our
    entrance at nightfall.  The rattle
    and splendor of the coaches, the
    flare of the linkboys, the number
    and magnificence of the houses,
    struck me with the greatest wonder;
    though I was careful to disguise
    this feeling.

EXT.  O'REILLY HOUSE - DUBLIN - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    We stopped at length at a house of
    rather mean appearance, and were let
    into a passage which had a great
    smell of supper and punch.

INT.  O'REILLY HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Captain O'Reilly, a stout red-faced man, without a
periwig, and in a rather tattered nightgown and cap.
Roderick and Mrs. O'Reilly.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    Mr. O'Higgins, I cannot say how
    grateful I am for your timely
    assistance to my wife.

         RODERICK
    I am only sorry that I was unable to
    prevent the villain from carrying
    off all her ladyship's money and
    pearls.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    Mr. O'Higgins, we are in your debt,
    and rest assured, sir, you have
    friends in this house whenever you
    are in Dublin.
           (pours a glass)
    Mister O'Higgins, I wonder if I know
    your good father?

         RODERICK
    Which O'Higgins do you know?  For I
    have never heard your name mentioned
    in my family.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    Oh, I am thinking of the O'Higgins
    of Redmondstown.  General O'Higgins
    was a close friend of my wife's dear
    father, Colonel Granby Somerset.

         RODERICK
    Ah -- I see.  No, I'm afraid mine
    are the O'Higgins of Watertown.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    I have heard of them.

There are relics of some mutton-chops and onions on a
cracked dish before them.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    My love, I wish I had known of your
    coming, for Bob Moriaty and I just
    finished the most delicious venison
    pasty, which His Grace the Lord
    Lieutenant, sent us, with a flash of
    sillery from his own cellar.  You
    know the wine, my dear?  But as
    bygones are bygones, and no help for
    them, what say ye to a fine lobster
    and a bottle of as good claret as
    any in Ireland?  Betty, clear these
    things from the table, and make the
    mistress and our young friend
    welcome to our home.

Captain O'Reilly searches his pockets for some money to
give to Betty.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    I'm sorry, Mr. O'Higgins, but I
    don't seem to have any small change.
    May I borrow a ten-penny piece to
    give to the girl?

         MRS. O'REILLY
    I have some money, my dear.  Here,
    Betty, go to the fishmonger and
    bring back our supper, and mind you
    get the right change.

She takes out one of the golden guineas Roderick gave to
her.

INT.  DINNING ROOM - LATER

They are eating.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Our supper was seasoned, if not by
    any great elegance, at least by a
    plentiful store of anecdotes,
    concerning the highest personages of
    the city, with whom, according to
    himself, the captain lived on terms
    of the utmost intimacy.  Not to be
    behind hand with him, I spoke of my
    own estates and property as if I was
    as rich as a duke.

INT.  O'REILLY HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

The couple wishing Roderick goodnight.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Had I been an English lad, the
    appearance of the chamber I occupied
    might, indeed, have aroused
    instantly my suspicion and distrust.
    But we are not particular in Ireland
    on the score of neatness, hence the
    disorder of my bed-chamber did not
    strike me so much.

Broken door.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Was there a lock to the door, or a
    hasp to fasten it to?

Dress lying over bed.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Though my counterpane was evidently
    a greased brocade dress of Mrs.
    O'Reilly.

Cracked mirror.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And my cracked toilet-glass not much
    bigger than a half-crown, yet I was
    used to these sort of ways in Irish
    houses, and still thought myself to
    be in that of a man of fashion.

Drawers, full of junk.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    There was no lock to the drawers,
    which, when they did open, were full
    of my hostess' rouge-pots, shoes,
    stays, and rags.

INT.  BEDROOM - O'REILLY HOUSE - NIGHT

In the middle of the night, Mrs. O'Reilly comes to
Roderick's room on a flimsy pretext, and in the course of
events, he has his first woman.

INT.  COACH - DAY

Roderick, Captain and Mrs. O'Reilly.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    I needn't ask whether you had a
    comfortable bed.  Young Fred
    Pimpleton slept in it for seven
    months, during which he did me the
    honor to stay with me, and if he was
    satisfied, I don't know who else
    wouldn't be.

EXT.  PROMENADE - PHOENIX PARK - DAY

Roderick, Captain and Mrs. O'Reilly, their friends.
Various cuts.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    After breakfast, we drove out to
    Phoenix Park, where numbers of the
    young gentry were known to Mrs.
    O'Reilly, to all of whom she
    presented me in such a complimentary
    way that, before half an hour, I had
    got to be considered as a gentleman
    of great expectations and large
    property.

INT.  O'REILLY HOUSE - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had little notion then that I had
    got amongst a set of impostors --
    that Captain O'Reilly was only an
    adventurer, and his lady a person of
    no credit.  The fact was, a young
    man could hardly have fallen into
    worse hands than those in which I
    now found myself.

An evening of gambling.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Their friends were always welcome on
    payment of a certain moderate sum
    for their dinner after which, you
    may be sure, that cards were not
    wanting, and that the company who
    played did not play for love merely.

Various cuts of the characters present.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    What could happen to a man but
    misfortune from associating with
    such company?  And in a very, very
    short time I became their prey.

Roderick loses two hundred guineas to Captain O'Reilly in
a single hand.

We see Captain O'Reilly cheat, but Roderick does not.

He pays him the 18 gold guineas, remaining from the sum
his mother gave him.

         RODERICK
    I shall have to write out a note for
    the rest of it, Captain O'Reilly.

EXT.  STREET - OUTSIDE O'REILLY HOUSE - DAWN

Roderick exits to the street.  The sound of the gambling
can still be heard in the street.  He is soon joined by
Councillor Mulligan.

         COUNCILLOR MULLIGAN
    Master Roderick, you appear a young
    fellow of birth and fortune; let me
    whisper in your ear that you have
    fallen into very bad hands -- it's a
    regular gang of swindlers; and a
    gentleman of your rank and quality
    should never be seen in such
    company.  The captain has been a
    gentleman's gentleman, and his lady
    of no higher rank.  Go home, pack
    your valise, pay the little trifle
    you owe me, mount your mare, and
    ride back again to your parents --
    it's the very best thing you can do.

Roderick does not reply, and walks slowly away from him
down the street.

INT.  O'REILLY HOUSE - RODERICK'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

Roderick enters.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Into a pretty nest of villains,
    indeed, was I plunged!  When I
    returned to my bed-chamber, a few
    hours later, it seemed as if all my
    misfortunes were to break on me at
    once.

Valise open, wardrobe lying on the ground, and Roderick's
keys in the possession of O'Reilly and his wife.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    Whom have I been harboring in my
    house?  Who are you, sirrah?

         RODERICK
    Sirrah!  Sirrah, I am as good a
    gentleman as any in Ireland!

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    You're an impostor, young man, a
    schemer, a deceiver!

         RODERICK
    Repeat the words again, and I run
    you through the body.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    Tut, tut!  I can play at fencing as
    well as you, Mr. Roderick James.
    Ah!  You change color, do you?  Your
    secret is known, is it?  You come
    like a viper into the bosom of
    innocent families; you represent
    yourself as the heir to my friends
    the O'Higgins of Castle O'Higgins; I
    introduce you to the nobility and
    gentry of this methropolis; I take
    you to my tradesmen, who give you
    credit.  I accept your note for near
    two hundred pounds, and what do I
    find?  A fraud.

He holds up the name, Roderick James, printed on the
linen.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
    Not Master O'Higgins of Watertown,
    but Roderick James of the devil only
    knows where...

Captain O'Reilly gathers up the linen clothes, silver
toilet articles, and the rest of Roderick's gear.

         RODERICK
    Hark ye, Mr. O'Reilly, I will tell
    you why I was obliged to alter my
    name, which is James and the best
    name in Ireland.  I changed it, sir,
    because, on the day before I came to
    Dublin, I killed a man in deadly
    combat -- an Englishman, sir, and a
    Captain in His Majesty's service;
    and if you offer to let or hinder me
    in the slightest way, the same arm
    which destroyed him is ready to
    punish you.

So saying, Roderick draws his sword like lightning, and
giving a "ha, ha!" and a stamp with his foot, lunges it
within an inch of O'Reilly's heart, who starts back and
turns deadly pale, while his wife, with a scream, flings
herself between them.

         MRS. O'REILLY
    Dearest Roderick -- be pacified.
    O'Reilly, you don't want the poor
    child's blood.  Let him escape -- in
    Heaven's name, let him go.

         CAPTAIN O'REILLY
           (sulkily)
    He may go hang for me, and he's
    better be off quickly, for I shall
    go to the magistrate if I see him
    again.

O'Reilly exits.  His wife sits down on the bed and begins
to cry.

EXT.  DUBLIN STREET - DAY

Roderick riding down the street, with his valise.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Where was now a home for the
    descendant of the James?  I was
    expelled from Dublin by a
    persecution occasioned, I must
    confess, by my own imprudence.  I
    had no time to wait and choose.  No
    place of refuge to fly to.

INT.  ALE HOUSE - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    There was a score of recruiting
    parties in the town beating up for
    men to join our gallant armies in
    America and Germany.

Roderick approaches a Captain and a Sergeant, who quickly
make him welcome.

         RODERICK
    I will tell you frankly, sir.  I am
    a young gentleman in difficulties; I
    have killed an officer in a duel,
    and I am anxious to get out of the
    country.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    But I needn't have troubled myself
    with any explanations; King George
    was in too much want of men to heed
    from whence they came -- and a
    fellow of my inches was always
    welcome.  Indeed, I could not have
    chosen my time better.  A transport
    was lying at Dunleary, waiting for a
    wind.

EXT.  BRITISH WARSHIP AT SEA - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I never had a taste for any thing
    but genteel company, and hate all
    descriptions of low life.  Hence my
    account of the society in which I at
    present found myself must of
    necessity be short.  The
    reminiscences of the horrid black-
    hole of a place in which we soldiers
    were confined, of the wretched
    creatures with whom I was now forced
    to keep company, of the plowmen,
    poachers, pickpockets, who had taken
    refuge from poverty, or the law, as,
    in truth, I had done myself, is
    enough to make me ashamed even now.

Roderick sits very disconsolately over a platter of rancid
bacon and moldy biscuit, which is served to him at mess.
When it comes to his turn to be helped to drink, he is
served, like the rest, with dirty tin noggin, containing
somewhat more than half a pint of rum and water.  The
beaker is so greasy and filthy that he cannot help turning
round to the messman and saying:

         RODERICK
    Fellow, get me a glass!

At which, all the wretches round him burst into a roar of
laughter, the very loudest among them being Mr. Toole, a
red-haired monster of a man.

         MR. TOOLE
    Get the gentleman a towel for his
    hands, and serve him a basin of
    turtle-soup.

Roars the monster, who is sitting, or rather squatting, on
the deck opposite him, and as he speaks, he suddenly
seizes Roderick's beaker of grog and empties it in midst
of another burst of applause.

         LINK-BOY
           (whispers)
    If you want to vex him, ask him
    about his wife, the washerwoman, who
    bates him.

         RODERICK
    Is it a towel of your wife's
    washing, Mr. Toole?  I'm told she
    wiped your face often with one.

         LINK-BOY
           (whispers)
    Ask him why he wouldn't see her
    yesterday, when she came to the
    ship.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And so I put to him some other
    foolish jokes about soapsuds, hen-
    pecking, and flat-irons, which set
    the man into a fury, and succeeded
    in raising a quarrel between us.

Roderick and Toole fight with cudgels.  Roderick gives him
a thump across his head which lays him lifeless on the
floor.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    This victory over the cock of the
    vile dunghill obtained me respect
    among the wretches among whom I
    formed part.

EXT.  MILITARY DRILL FIELD - CUXHAVEN - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Our passage was very favorable, and
    in two days we landed at Cuxhaven,
    and before I had been a month in the
    Electorate, I was transported into a
    tall and proper young soldier, and,
    having a natural aptitude for
    military exercise, was soon as
    accomplished at the drill as the
    oldest sergeant in the regiment.

Various cuts.

Roderick learning the soldierly arts, musket drill, manual
of arms, bayonet, marching.

EXT.  MILITARY COURTYARD - CUXHAVEN - DAY

The Cuxhaven troops are drawn up to receive a new
regiment, arrived from England.

Roderick sees, marching at the head of his company, his
old friend, Captain Grogan, who gives him a wink.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Six weeks after we arrived in
    Cuxhaven, we were reinforced by
    Gales regiment of foot from England,
    and I promise you the sight of
    Grogan's face was most welcome to
    me, for it assured me that a friend
    was near me.

INT.  GROGAN'S QUARTERS - DAY

Roderick and Grogan.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Grogan gave me a wink of
    recognition, but offered no public
    token of acquaintance and it was not
    until two days afterwards that he
    called me into his quarters, and
    then, shaking hands with me
    cordially, gave me news which I
    wanted, of my family.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    I had news of you in Dublin.  Faith,
    you've begun early, like your
    father's son, but I think you could
    not do better than as you have done.
    But why did you not write home to
    your poor mother?  She has sent
    half-a-dozen letters to you in
    Dublin.

         RODERICK
    I suppose she addressed them to me
    in my real name, by which I never
    thought to ask for them at the post
    office.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    We must write to her today, and you
    can tell her that you are safe and
    married to "Brown Bess."

Roderick sighs when Grogan says the word "married," on
which Grogan says with a laugh:

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    I see you are thinking of a certain
    young lady at Duganstown.

         RODERICK
    Is Miss Dugan well?

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    There's only six Miss Dugans now...
    poor Dorothy.

         RODERICK
    Good heavens!  Whatever?  Has she
    died of grief?

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    She took on so at your going away
    that she was obliged to console
    herself with a husband.  She is now
    Mrs. John Best.

         RODERICK
    Mrs. John Best!  Was there another
    Mr. John Best?!

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    No, the very same one, my boy.  He
    recovered from his wound.  The ball
    you hit him with was not likely to
    hurt him.  It was only made of tow.
    Do you think the Dugans would let
    you kill fifteen hundred a-year out
    of the family?  The plan of the duel
    was all arranged in order to get you
    out of the way, for the cowardly
    Englishman could never be brought to
    marry from fear of you.  But hit him
    you certainly did, Roderick, and
    with a fine thick plugget of tow,
    and the fellow was so frightened
    that he was an hour in coming to.
    We told your mother the story
    afterwards, and a pretty scene she
    made.

         RODERICK
    The coward!

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    He has paid off your uncle's
    mortgage.  He gave Dorothy a coach-
    and-six.  That coward of a fellow
    has been making of your uncle's
    family.  Faith, the business was
    well done.  Your cousins, Michael
    and Harry, never let him out of
    their sight, though he was for
    deserting to England, until the
    marriage was completed, and the
    happy couple off on their road to
    Dublin.  Are you in want of cash, my
    boy?  You may draw upon me, for I got
    a couple of hundred out of Master
    Best for my share and, while they
    last, you shall never want.

EXT.  VARIOUS LOCATIONS - BRITISH ON THE MARCH - DAY

Roderick on the march.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Our regiment, which was quartered
    about Stade and Luneberg, speedily
    had got orders to march southwards
    towards the Rhine, where we would
    fight the famous battle of Minden.
    It would require a greater
    philosopher and historian than I am
    to explain the causes of the famous
    Seven Years' War in which Europe was
    engaged, and, indeed, its origin has
    always appeared to me to be so
    complicated, and the books written
    about it so amazingly hard to
    understand, that I have seldom been
    much wiser at the end of a chapter
    than at the beginning, and so shall
    not trouble you with any personal
    disquisitions concerning the matter.

Various cuts featuring Roderick; marching, cooking at open
fires, gambling, resting in a farm yard, officers riding
by; shivering in his blanket.

EXT.  BATTLEFIELD OF MINDEN - BATTLE FRAGMENT - DAY

Roderick and his company.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Were these memoirs not characterized
    by truth, I might easily make myself
    the hero of some strange and popular
    adventures.

EXT.  MINDEN - BATTLE FRAGMENTS - DAY

Officers ride by in smoke.  Troops marching to the attack.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    But I saw no one of the higher ranks
    that day than my colonel and a
    couple of orderly officers riding by
    in the smoke -- no one on our side,
    that is.  A poor corporal is not
    generally invited into the company
    of commanders and the great.

Roderick advancing.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    But, in revenge, I saw, I promise
    you, some very good company on the
    French part, for their regiments of
    Lorraine and Royal Cravate were
    charging us all day; and in the sort
    of melee high and low are pretty
    equally received.  I hate bragging,
    but I cannot help saying that I made
    a very close acquaintance with the
    colonel of the Cravates.

Roderick firing his musket.  He bayonets a French colonel,
amidst shouts and curses.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And finished off a poor little
    ensign, so young, slender, and
    small, that a blow from my pigtail
    would have dispatched him.

Roderick kills a French ensign with a blows from the butt
of his musket.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And in the poor ensign's pocket
    found a purse of fourteen louis
    d'or, and a silver box of sugar-
    plums, of which the former present
    was very agreeable to me.

Roderick taking money and the box of sugar-plums from the
ensign.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    If people would tell their stories
    of battles in this simple way, I
    think the cause of truth would not
    suffer by it.  All I know of this
    famous fight of Minden, except from
    books, is told here above.

Captain Grogan is shot, cries out, and falls.

A brother captain turns to Lieutenant Lakenham.

         CAPTAIN
    Grogan's down; Lakenham, there's
    your company.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    That was all the epitaph my brave
    patron got.

Roderick kneels above Grogan.

         CAPTAIN GROGAN
    I should have left you a hundred
    guineas, Roderick, but for a cursed
    run of ill-luck last night at faro.

He gives Roderick a faint squeeze of the hand; and, as the
word is given to advance, Roderick leaves him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    When we came back to our ground,
    which we presently did, he was lying
    still, but he was dead.  Some of our
    people had already torn off his
    epaulets, and, no doubt, had rifled
    his purse.

EXT.  VARIOUS ROUGH RURAL LOCATIONS - DAY

Short cuts to voice over.

Roderick and British troops rape, pillage and burn.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    After the death of my protector,
    Captain Grogan, I am forced to
    confess that I fell into the very
    worst of courses and company.  In a
    foreign country, with the enemy
    before us, and the people
    continually under contribution from
    one side or the other, numberless
    irregularities were permitted to the
    troops.  It is well for gentlemen to
    talk of the age of chivalry; but
    remember the starving brutes whom
    they lead -- men nursed in poverty,
    entirely ignorant, made to take
    pride in deeds of blood -- men who
    can have no amusement but in
    drunkenness, debauch, and plunder.
    It is with these shocking
    instruments that your great warriors
    and kings have been doing their
    murderous work in the world.

EXT.  BATTLEFIELD - WARBURG - BATTLE FRAGMENTS - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The year in which George II died,
    our regiment had the honor to be
    present at the Battle of Warburg,
    where Prince Ferdinand once more
    completely defeated the Frenchmen.

Lieutenant Lakenham is shot, falls, and cries for help.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    During the action, my lieutenant,
    Mr. Lakenham, of Lakenham, was
    struck by a musket-ball in the side.
    He had shown no want of courage in
    this or any other occasion where he
    had been called upon to act against
    the French; but this was his first
    wound, and the young gentleman was
    exceedingly frightened by it.

         LAKENHAM
    Here, you, Roderick James.  I will
    pay you five guineas if you will
    carry me into the town which is hard
    by those woods.

Roderick and another man take him up in a cloak, and carry
him towards the nearby town of Warburg.

EXT.  A FARMHOUSE - GERMAN STREET - WARBURG - DAY

In order to get into the house, Roderick and the other man
are obliged to fire into the locks with their pieces,
which summons brings the inhabitants of the house to the
door; a very pretty and black-eyed, young woman, and her
old, half-blinded father.

They are at first unwilling to accommodate the guest, but
Mr. Lakenham, speaking to them in German, and taking a
couple of guineas out of a very full purse, speedily
convinces the people that they have only to deal with a
person of honor.

INT.  WARBURG FARMHOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

They carry Lieutenant Lakenham to bed and receive their
five guineas.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    We put the patient to bed, and he
    paid me the stipulated reward.  A
    young surgeon, who desired nothing
    better than to take himself out of
    the fire of the musketry, came
    presently to dress the wound.

In his German jargon, Roderick pays some deserved
compliments to the black-eyed beauty of Warburg, thinking,
with no small envy, how comfortable it would be to be
billeted there.

EXT.  STREET - WARBURG - OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE - DAY

He starts back to the regiment, with his comrade, when the
man interrupts his reverie by suggesting they divide the
five guineas.

         PRIVATE
    I should get half.

         RODERICK
    Your share is one guinea.

Roderick gives him one guinea.

         PRIVATE
    He gave you five guineas, and I
    bloody well expect half.

         RODERICK
    Go to the devil.

The private lifting his musket, hits Roderick a blow with
the butt-end of it, which sends him stunned to the ground,
allowing his comrade to take the other four guineas from
his pocket.

Recovering his senses, Roderick bleeding, with a large
wound in the head, has barely time to stagger back to the
house where he had just left the lieutenant, when he
falls fainting at the door, just as the surgeon exits.

INT.  WARBURG FARMHOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

Roderick is carried by the surgeon and the black-eyed
girl, into another bed in the room where the Lieutenant
has been laid.

         LAKENHAM
           (languidly, in pain)
    Who are you putting into that bed?

         LISCHEN
    We have the Corporal, wounded, to
    you bringing.

         LAKENHAM
    A corporal?  Turn him out.  Schicken
    sie Herrn Koporal weg!

INT.  WARBURG FARMHOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT AND DAY

Lischen brings Roderick a refreshing drink; and, as he
takes it, he presses the kind hand that gave it to him;
nor does this token of his gratitude seem unwelcome.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I found Lischen the tenderest of
    nurses.  Whenever any delicacy was
    to be provided for the wounded
    lieutenant, a share was always sent
    to the bed opposite his, and to the
    avaricious man's no small annoyance.

Lischen serving food.

Various cuts, representing different days.

Lakenham behaving as rottenly as Roderick describes:

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Nor was I the only person in the
    house to whom the worthy gentleman
    was uncivil.  He ordered the fair
    Lischen hither and thither, made
    impertinent love to her, abused her
    soups, quarreled with her
    omelettes, and grudged the money
    which was laid out for his
    maintenance, so that our hostess
    detested him as much as, I think,
    without vanity, as she regarded me.

Roderick making lover to Lischen while Lieutenant Lakenham
sulks in the next bed.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    For if truth must be told, I had
    made very deep love to her during my
    stay under her roof, as is always my
    way with women, of whatever age or
    degree of beauty.  Do not think me
    very cruel and heartless, ladies;
    this heart of Lischen's was like
    many a town, which had been stormed
    and occupied several times before I
    came to invest it,

Roderick sitting up in bed.  Lischen has just served him
his supper.

Enter a British officer, an aide who carries a notebook,
and a surgeon.  In a brief scene to be written, we learn
that a sudden movement on the part of the French requires
the British army to follow them.  The town is to be
evacuated, except for some Prussian line-of-communication
troops, whose surgeons are to visit the wounded in the
place; and, when they are well, they are to be drafted to
their regiments.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I began to reflect how pleasant my
    quarters were to me, and that I was
    much better here than crawling under
    an odious tent with a parcel of
    tipsy soldiers, or going the night-
    rounds, or rising long before
    daybreak for drill.  I determined
    that I never would join mine again.

EXT.  VIEW OUT OF WARBURG FARMHOUSE WINDOW - DAY

Roderick stands by the window, watching English troops and
wagons leaving the town.

INT.  WARBURG FARMHOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

Roderick walks into Lakenham's room attired in his full
regimentals, and with his hat cocked over his left eye.

         RODERICK
    I'm promoted Lieutenant.  I've come
    to take my leave of you.  I intend
    to have your papers and purse.

         LAKENHAM
    You great scoundrel!  You mutinous
    dog!  What do you mean by dressing
    yourself in my regimentals?  As sure
    as my name's Lakenham, when we get
    back to the regiment, I'll have your
    soul cut out of your body.

With this, Roderick puts his hand under his pillow, at
which Lakenham gives a scream that might have called the
whole garrison about his ears.

Roderick threatens him with a knife at his throat.

         RODERICK
    Hark ye, sir!  No more noise, or you
    are a dead man!

Roderick, taking his handkerchief, binds it tight round
his mouth, and, pulling forward the sleeves of his shirt,
ties them in a knot together, and so leaves him, removing
the papers and the purse, and wishing him politely a good
day.

EXT.  WARBURG FARMHOUSE - STREET - DAY

Lischen, waiting outside the house, with a saddled horse,
throws her arms around him, and makes the tenderest adieu.

Roderick mounts his newly-purchased animal, waves his hat
gallantly, and, prances away down the street.

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

Roderick happily riding along a wooded country road,
rounds a blind bend and sees suddenly before him, about
two hundred yards away, a company of Prussian infantry
resting along the sides of the road, together with a dozen
mounted dragoons.

A quick calculation tells him that is is better to proceed
than to turn back, and he rides into their midst,
approaching a group of officers.

He presents himself as Lieutenant Lakenham and asks for
directions to join his regiment.  He is told that he is
riding in the wrong direction, and is shown a map.

During the explanation, Captain Galgenstein approaches
with an open, smiling countenance, introduces himself, and
says he, too, is bound for the same place, and asks if
Roderick will honor him with his company.

To avoid suspicion, Roderick readily accepts the offer,
and the two men mount up, and ride off together.

EXT.  ROAD - GERMANY - DAY

Roderick and Galgenstein riding together.

Dialogue under voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My companion treated me with great
    civility, and asked me a thousand
    questions about England, which I
    answered as best I might.  But this
    best, I am bound to say, was bad
    enough.  I knew nothing about
    England, and I invented a thousand
    stories which I told him; described
    the king and the ministers to him,
    said the British ambassador in
    Berlin was my uncle, and promised my
    acquaintance a letter of
    recommendation to him.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    What is your uncle's name?

         RODERICK
           (slowly)
    O'Grady.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
           (with a laugh)
    Oh, yes, of course, Ambassador
    O'Grady...

EXT.  DESOLATE GERMAN ROAD - DAY

Roderick and Captain Galgenstein.  Their horses' heads
together, jogging on.

They pass a party of recruits under the armed guard of a
red-coated Hanoverian sergeant.

He exchanges signs of recognition with Captain
Galgenstein.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    It hurts my feelings to be obliged
    to commune with such wretches, but
    the stern necessities of war demand
    men continually, and hence these
    recruiters whom you see market in
    human flesh.  They get five-and-
    twenty thaler a man from our
    government for every man they bring
    in.  For fine men -- for men like
    you.
           (he adds laughing)
    They would go as high as hundred.

EXT.  DESOLATE GERMAN INN - LATE AFTERNOON

Roderick and Captain Galgenstein approach a very lonely-
looking place.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    This is a very good inn.  Shall we
    stop for dinner?

         RODERICK
    This may be a very good inn for
    Germany, but it would not pass in
    old Ireland.  Corbach is only a
    league off, let us push on for
    Corbach.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Do you want to see the loveliest
    woman in Europe?

Roderick smiles.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Ah!  You sly rogue, I see that will
    influence you.

         RODERICK
    The place seems more a farm than an
    inn-yard.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    The people are great farmers, as
    well as inn-keepers.

They enter by a great gate into a court, walled round, and
at on end of which is the building, a dingy ruinous place.

A couple of covered wagons are in the courtyard; their
horses are littered under a shed hard by.

Lounging about the place are some men, and a pair of
sergeants in the Prussian uniform, who both touch their
hats to the captain.

The inn has something foreboding about it, and the men
shut the great yard-gates as soon as they enter.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
           (explaining the gate)
    Parties of French horsemen are about
    the country, and one cannot take too
    many precautions against such
    villains.

The two sergeant take charge of the horses; the captain
orders one of them to take Roderick's valise to his
bedroom.

Roderick promises the sergeant a glass of schnapps for his
pains.

They enter into supper.

INT.  GERMAN INN - LATE AFTERNOON

A dish of fried eggs and bacon is ordered from a hideous
old wench that comes to serve them, in place of the lovely
creature which had been expected; and the captain,
laughing, says:

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Well, our meal is a frugal one, but
    a soldier has many a time a worse.

Taking off his hat, sword-belt, and gloves, with great
ceremony, Galgenstein sits down to eat.  Roderick puts his
weapons securely on the old chest of drawers where the
captain's is laid.

The hideous old woman brings in a pot of very sour wine,
at which, and at her ugliness, Roderick feels a
considerable ill-humor.

         RODERICK
           (when she leaves)
    Where's the beauty you promised me?

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
           (laughing and looking
            hard at Roderick)
    It was my joke.  I was tired, and
    did not care to go farther.  There's
    not prettier woman here than that.
    If she won't suit your fancy, my
    friend, then you must wait awhile.

This increases Roderick's ill-humor.

         RODERICK
           (sternly)
    Upon my word, sir, I think you have
    acted very coolly.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    I have acted as I think fit.

         RODERICK
    Sir, I'm a British officer.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    It's a lie!  You're a deserter!
    You're an impostor, sir; Your lies
    and folly have confirmed this to me.
    You pretend to carry dispatches to a
    general who has been dead these ten
    months; you have an uncle who is an
    ambassador and whose name you don't
    know.  Will you join and take the
    bounty, sir, or will you be given
    up?

         RODERICK
    Neither!

Springing at him like a tiger.

But, agile as he is, Galgenstein is equally on his guard.
He takes two pistols out of his pockets, fires one off,
and says, from the other end of the table where he stands
dodging Roderick, as it were.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Advance a step, and I send this
    bullet into your brains!

The door is flung open, and the two sergeants enter, armed
with musket and bayonet to aid their captain.

The game is up.  Roderick flings down a knife with which
he had armed himself, for the old hag, on bringing in the
wine, had removed his sword.

         RODERICK
    I volunteer.

EXT.  A ROAD - DAY

Prussian troops on the march.  Roderick is now one of
them.

Captain Galgenstein rides by.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    At the close of the Seven Years' War,
    the Prussian army, so renowned for
    its disciplined valor, was
    officered and under-officered by
    native Prussians, it is true, but
    was composed for the most part of
    men hired or stolen, like myself,
    from almost every nation in Europe.
    The deserting to and fro was
    prodigious.

EXT.  A FIELD - DAY

Prussian punishment gauntlet.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The life the private soldier led was
    a frightful one to any but the men
    of iron courage and endurance.  The
    punishment was incessant.

EXT.  VARIOUS RURAL LOCATIONS - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I was not near so unhappy, in spite
    of all, as I had been on my first
    enlisting in Ireland.  At least,
    there will be no one of my
    acquaintance who will witness my
    shame, and that is the point which I
    have always cared for most.

Rape, pillage and burn.

Brief thematic repeat of British army version.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I reasoned with myself thus:  "Now
    you are caught, there is no use in
    repining -- make the best of your
    situation, and get all the pleasure
    you can out of it.  There are a
    thousand opportunities of plunder,
    offered to the soldier in war time,
    out of which he can get both
    pleasure and profit; make use of
    these, and be happy."

EXT.  BATTLEFIELD - FRAGMENT

Prussians against Austrians, or French, or Saxons.

Roderick fighting.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I do not intend to make a history of
    battles in the Prussian any more
    than in the English service.  I did
    my duty in them as well as another,
    and there was not a braver,
    cleverer, handsomer, and, I must
    own, wickeder soldier in the
    Prussian army.

EXT.  BATTLEFIELD - ACTION - DAY

         RODERICK
    I had formed myself to the condition
    of the proper fighting beast; on a
    day of action, I was savage and
    happy.

Roderick saves Captain Galgenstein's life.

EXT.  FIELD - DAY

Roderick is decorated by Colonel Bulow for his heroism in
saving Captain Galgenstein.

Colonel Bulow gives Roderick two Frederic d'or in front of
the regiment.

         COLONEL BULOW
    You are a gallant soldier, and have
    evidently come of good stock; but
    you are idle, dissolute, and
    unprincipled; you have done a deal
    of harm to the men; and, for all
    your talents and bravery, I am sure
    you will come to no good.

         RODERICK
    I hope Colonel Bulow is mistaken
    regarding my character.  I have
    fallen into bad company, it is true;
    but I have only done as other
    soldiers have done; and, above all,
    I have never had a kind friend and
    protector before, to whom I might
    show that I was worthy of better
    things.  The Colonel may say I am a
    ruined lad, and send me to the
    devil; but be sure of this, I would
    go to the devil to serve the
    regiment.

Captain Galgenstein looks pleased with Roderick's
performance.

BERLIN - 1763

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Soon after the war ended, our
    regiment was garrisoned in the
    capital, the least dull, perhaps, of
    all the towns of Prussia; but that
    does not say much for its gaiety.

INT.  ANTE-ROOM - CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN'S OFFICE - DAY

Roderick enters and approaches the Captain's sergeant.

         RODERICK
    Private Roderick James.  First
    Hanoverian Guards.  Captain
    Galgenstein sent for me.

         PRUSSIAN SERGEANT
    You may wait.

         RODERICK
    Thank you, sir.

Roderick stands stiffly.  We can make out the sound of
loud talking behind the closed door.

Enter a private huffing and puffing.

         PRIVATE
    Sergeant, the wagon has arrived with
    the Captain's furniture, but the
    driver says he is not supposed to
    unload it.  Is it possible for you
    to talk to him?

Exit the sergeant, muttering.  Roderick, now alone in the
office, walks closer to the door so that he can hear what
is being said.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN (O.S.)
    Give him his discharge!  Bon Dieu!
    You are a model of probity!  You'll
    never succeed to my place, my dear
    nephew, if you are no wiser than you
    are just now.  Make the fellow as
    useful to you as you please.  You
    say he has a good manner and a frank
    countenance, that he can lie with
    assurance, and fight, you say, on a
    pinch.  The scoundrel does not want
    for good qualities.  As long as you
    have the regiment in terrorem over
    him, you can do as you like with
    him.  Once let him loose, and the lad
    is likely to give you the slip.
    Keep on promising him; promise to
    make him a general, if you like.
    What the deuce do I care?  There are
    spies enough to be had in this town
    without him.

Roderick hears the sergeant returning and walks back to
the door.

Then the office door opens, Captain Galgenstein looks out,
sees Roderick, smiles and say:

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Good morning, Private James.  Please
    come in.  I should like you to meet
    my uncle, Herr Minister of Police
    Galgenstein.

         RODERICK
    How do you do, sir?

The Minister nods.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The captain was the nephew and heir
    of the Minister of Police, Herr
    Galgenstein, a relationship which,
    no doubt, aided in the younger
    gentlemen's promotion.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Your loyalty to me and your service
    to the regiment has pleased me very
    well -- and now there is another
    occasion on which you may make
    yourself useful to us; if you
    succeed, depend on it, your reward
    will be your discharge from the
    army, and a bounty of 100 guineas.

         RODERICK
    What is the service, sir?

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    There is lately come to Berlin a
    gentleman in the service of the
    Empress Queen, who calls himself the
    Chevalier de Belle Fast, and wears
    the red riband and star of the
    pope's order of the Spur.  He is
    made for good society, polished,
    obliging, a libertine, without
    prejudices, fond of women, of good
    food, of high play, prudent and
    discreet.

The Captain smiles at Roderick.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    He speaks Italian and French
    indifferently; but we have some
    reason to fancy this Monsieur de
    Belle Fast is a native of your
    country of Ireland, and that he has
    come here as a spy.

The Captain rises and begins to pace back and forth.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Naturally, your knowledge of English
    makes you an ideal choice to go into
    his service.  Of course, you will
    not know a word of English; and if
    the Chevalier asks as to the
    particularity of your accent, say
    you are Hungarian.  The servant who
    came with him will be turned away
    today, and the person to whom he has
    applied for a faithful fellow will
    recommend you.

Roderick nods.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    You are a Hungarian; you served in
    the army, and left on account of
    weakness in the loins.  He gambles a
    great deal, and wins.  Do you know
    the cards well?

         RODERICK
    Only a very little, as soldiers do.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    I had thought you more expert.  You
    must find out if the Chevalier
    cheats.  He sees the English and
    Austrian envoys continually, and the
    young men of either ministry sup
    repeatedly at his house.  Find out
    what they talk of, for how much each
    plays, especially if any of them
    play on parole.  If you are able to,
    read his private letters, though
    about those which go to the post,
    you need not trouble yourself -- we
    look at them there.  But never see
    him write a note without finding out
    to whom it goes, and by what channel
    or messenger.  He sleeps with the
    keys of his dispatch-box with a
    string around his neck -- twenty
    frederics, if you get an impression
    of the keys.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN
    Does this assignment interest you?

         RODERICK
    Yes, Minister, I am interested in
    any work in which I can be of
    service to Captain Galgenstein.

The Minister studies Roderick, coldly.

EXT.  CHEVALIER DE BELLE FAST'S HOUSE - BERLIN - DAY

Roderick, now dressed in civilian clothes, admires a
beautiful carriage, waiting at the door.  Then he enters.

INT.  CHEVALIER DE BELLE FAST'S APARTMENT - DAY

         CHEVALIER
    You are the young man who M. de
    Seebach recommended?

         RODERICK
    Yes, sir.  Here is my letter.

Roderick bows, and hands him a letter from that gentleman,
with which the Captain had taken care to provide him.

As the Chevalier reads the letter, Roderick has the
leisure to examine him.

He is a man of sixty years of age, dressed superbly,
wearing rings, diamonds and laces.

One of his eyes is closed with a black patch, and he wears
a little white and red paint, and a pair of moustachios,
which fall over his lip.

The Chevalier is seated at a table near the window to read
the letter.

         CHEVALIER
    Your name is Lazlo Zilagyi?

         RODERICK
    Yes, sir.

         CHEVALIER
    You come highly recommended by Herr
    Seebach.

         RODERICK
    Herr Seebach was a very kind
    employer.

         CHEVALIER
    For whom else have you worked?

         RODERICK
    No one, sir.  Before that I served
    in the army but had to leave due to
    weakness of the loins.

         CHEVALIER
    Who else can give me information
    about you?

         RODERICK
    Only the agency of servants.

The Chevalier puts the letter down, looks at Roderick for
a few seconds, and then smiles.

         CHEVALIER
    You will do.  I will give you 30...
    a day.  I do not provide your
    clothing; you will sleep at home,
    and you will be at my orders every
    morning at seven o'clock.

He notices Roderick begin to tremble and look peculiar.

         CHEVALIER
    Is there something wrong?

He goes up to Roderick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    It was very imprudent of me; but
    when I saw the splendor of his
    appearance, the nobleness of his
    manner, I felt it impossible to keep
    disguise with him.  You, who have
    never been out of your country know
    little what it is to hear a friendly
    voice in captivity; and there's a
    many a man that will understand the
    cause of the burst of feeling which
    was about to take place.

The Chevalier takes Roderick by the shoulder.

         RODERICK
           (as he speaks,
            bursting into tears)
    Sir, I have a confession to make.  I
    am an Irishman, and my name is
    Roderick James.  I was abducted into
    the Prussian army two years ago, and
    now I have been put into your
    service by my Captain and his uncle,
    the Minister of Police, to serve as
    a watch upon your actions, of which
    I am to give information to the same
    quarter.  For this odious service, I
    have been promised my discharge, and
    a hundred guineas.

Sobbing, Roderick falls into his arms.

         CHEVALIER
    The rascals!  They think to catch
    me, do they?  Why, young man, my
    chief conspiracy is a faro-bank.
    But the king is so jealous, that he
    will see a spy in every person who
    comes to his miserable capital, in
    the great sandy desert here.

EXT.  BERLIN - PARK - DAY

Roderick and the Chevalier walking.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And I think he was as much affected
    as I was at thus finding one of his
    kindred; for he, too, was an exile
    from home, and a friendly voice, a
    look, brought the old country back
    to his memory again, and the old
    days of his boyhood.

         CHEVALIER
    I'd give five years of my life to
    see the old country again, the
    greenfields, and the river, and the
    old round tower, and the burying
    place.

EXT.  BERLIN - STREET - DAY

Roderick and the Chevalier walking.

         CHEVALIER
    My lad, I have been in every
    service; and, between ourselves, owe
    money in every capital in Europe.  I
    have been a rolling stone.  Play --
    play has been my ruin!  That and
    beauty.  The women have made a fool
    of me, my dear boy.  I am a soft-
    hearted creature, and this minute,
    at sixty-two, have no more command
    of myself than when Peggy O'Dwyer
    made a fool of me at sixteen.

EXT.  BERLIN - LAKE WANNSEE - DAY

Roderick and the Chevalier walking along the bank.

         CHEVALIER
    The cards are now my only
    livelihood.  Sometimes I am in luck,
    and then I lay out my money in these
    trinkets you see.  It's property,
    look you, and the only way I have
    found of keeping a little about me.
    When the luck goes against me, why,
    my dear, my diamonds go to the
    pawnbrokers and I wear paste.  Do
    you understand the cards?

         RODERICK
    I can play as soldiers do, but have
    no great skill.

         CHEVALIER
    We will practice in the mornings, my
    boy, and I'll put you up to a thing
    or two worth knowing.

INT.  CHEVALIER'S ROOMS - BERLIN - DAY

Quick cuts -- Roderick being taught the profession of
cards and the dice-box.

EXT.  GARDEN HOUSE - BERLIN - DAY

Roderick, Minister Galgenstein, and Captain Galgenstein.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I carried my little reports to
    Captain Galgenstein at the Garden
    house outside the town where he gave
    me rendezvous.  These reports, of
    course, were arranged between me and
    the Chevalier beforehand.  I was
    instructed, and it is always the
    best way, to tell as much truth as
    my story would possible bear.

Dialogue comes up from under voice over.

         RODERICK
    He goes to church regularly -- he is
    very religious, and after hearing
    mass comes home to breakfast.  Then
    he takes an airing in his chariot
    till dinner, which is served at
    noon.  After dinner, he writes his
    letters, if he has any letters to
    write; but he has very little to do
    in this way.  His letters are to the
    Austrian envoy, with whom he
    corresponds, but who does not
    acknowledge him; and being written
    in English, or course, I look over
    his shoulder.  He generally writes
    for money.  He makes his party with
    Calsabigi, the lottery contractor,
    the Russian attaches, two from the
    English embassy, my lords Deuceace
    and Punter, who play a jeu d'enfer,
    and a few more.  He wins often, but
    not always.  Lord Deuceace is a very
    fine player.  The Chevalier Elliott,
    the English Minister, sometimes
    comes, on which occasion the
    secretaries do not play.

INT.  CHEVALIER'S APARTMENTS - NIGHT

The Chevalier is at play against several gentlemen,
including the Prince of Turbingen, while Roderick signals
the cards.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    It was agreed that I should keep my
    character of valet, that in the
    presence of strangers I should not
    know a word of English, that I
    should keep good lookout on the
    trumps when I was serving the
    champagne and punch about; and,
    having a remarkably fine eyesight,
    and a great natural aptitude, I was
    speedily able to give my dear
    benefactor much assistance against
    his opponents at the green table.

Several cuts of playing and cheating to illustrate voice
over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Simplicity was our secret.
    Everything successful is simple.
    If, for instance, I wiped the dust
    off a chair with my napkin, it was
    to show that the enemy was strong in
    diamonds; if I pushed it, he had an
    ace, king; if I said, "Punch or
    wine, my lord?" hearts was meant.
    If "Wine or punch?" clubs.  If I
    blew my nose, it was to indicate
    that there was another confederate
    employed by the adversary; and then,
    I warrant you, some pretty trials of
    skill would take place.  The Prince
    of Turbingen, although so young, had
    a very great skill and cleverness
    with the cards in every way; and it
    was only from hearing Ritter von
    Brandenburg, who came with him, yawn
    three times when the Chevalier had
    the ace of trumps, that I knew we
    were Greek to Greek, as it were.

The Prince loses a big hand, and, in a fury, throws down
his cards.  He stares at the table, then at the Chevalier.

         PRINCE
    Chevalier, though I cannot say how,
    I believe you have cheated me.

         CHEVALIER
    I deny your Grace's accusations, and
    beg you to say how you have been
    cheated?

         PRINCE
           (glaring at Roderick)
    I don't know.

         CHEVALIER
    Your Grace owes me seventy thousand
    frederics, which I have honorably
    won.

         PRINCE
    Chevalier, if you will have your
    money now, you must fight for it.
    If you will be patient, maybe I will
    pay you something another time.

         CHEVALIER
    Your Grace, if I am so tame as to
    take this, then I must give up an
    honorable and lucrative occupation.

         PRINCE
    I have said all there is to be said.
    I am at your disposal for whatever
    purposes you wish.  Good night.

He exits.

EXT.  GARDEN HOUSE - DAY

Roderick, Captain Galgenstein and Minister Galgenstein.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN
    Was he cheated?

         RODERICK
    In so far as I can tell these things
    -- no.  I believe the Chevalier won
    the money fairly.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN
    Hmm-mmmm.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    What are the Chevalier's intentions?

         RODERICK
    I am not sure.  The Prince told him
    quite clearly that if he wished to
    have the money, he would have to
    fight for it.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN
    A meeting with the Prince of
    Turbingen is impossible.

         RODERICK
    The Prince left him only that
    choice.

The Captain and the Minister walk a few steps away and
speak in whispers.

Then they return to Roderick.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN
    Will you be able to return here
    tomorrow without arousing suspicion?

INT.  CHEVALIER'S APARTMENTS - DAY

         CHEVALIER
    Tell them I intend to demand
    satisfaction from the Prince.

         RODERICK
    But they will prevent a meeting at
    whatever the cost.

         CHEVALIER
    Have no fear.  It will come out well
    for me.

         RODERICK
    I believe they will deport you.

         CHEVALIER
    I have faced that problem before.

         RODERICK
    But, if they send you away, then
    what is to become of me?

         CHEVALIER
           (with a smile)
    Make your mind easy, you shall not
    be left behind, I warrant you.  Do
    take a last look at your barracks,
    make your mind easy, say a farewell
    to your friends in Berlin.  The dear
    souls, how they will weep when they
    hear you are out of the country,
    and, out of it, you shall go.

         RODERICK
    But how, sir?

EXT.  GARDEN HOUSE - BERLIN - DAY

Roderick, Captain Galgenstein and Minister Galgenstein.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN
    The King has determined to send the
    Chevalier out of the country.

         RODERICK
    When is he to go?

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Has he sent the challenge yet?

         RODERICK
    Not yet, but I believe he intends
    to.

         MINISTER GALGENSTEIN
    Then this must be done tomorrow.

         RODERICK
    What is to be done?

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    You say he drives after breakfast
    and before dinner.  When he comes
    out to his carriage a couple of
    gendarmes will mount the box, and
    the coachman will get his orders to
    move on.

         RODERICK
    And his baggage?

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    Oh!  That will be sent after him.  I
    have a fancy to look into that red
    box which contains his papers, you
    say; and at noon, after parade,
    shall be at the inn.  You will not
    say a word to any one there
    regarding the affair, and will wait
    for me at the Chevalier's rooms
    until my arrival.  We must force
    that box.  You are a clumsy hound,
    or you would have got the key long
    ago.

EXT.  CHEVALIER'S APARTMENTS - DAY

Action as per voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    At ten o'clock the next morning, the
    carriage of the Chevalier de Belle
    Fast drew up as usual at the door of
    his hotel, and the Chevalier came
    down the stairs in his usual stately
    manner.

Looking around and not finding his servant to open the
door.

         CHEVALIER
    Where is my rascal, Lazlo?

         PRUSSIAN OFFICER
           (standing by the
            carriage)
    I will let down the steps for your
    honor.

No sooner does the Chevalier enter than the officer jumps
in after him, another mounts the box by the coachman, and
the latter begins to drive.

         CHEVALIER
    Good gracious!  What is this?

         PRUSSIAN OFFICER
           (touching his hat)
    You are going to drive to the
    frontier.

         CHEVALIER
    It is shameful -- infamous!  I
    insist upon being put down at the
    Austrian ambassador's house.

         PRUSSIAN OFFICER
    I have orders to gag your honor if
    you cry out, and to give you this
    purse containing ten thousand
    frederics if you do not.

         CHEVALIER
    Ten thousand?  But the scoundrel
    owes me seventy thousand.

         PRUSSIAN OFFICER
    Your honor must lower his voice.

         CHEVALIER
           (whispering)
    All Europe shall hear of this!

         PRUSSIAN OFFICER
    As you please.

Both lapse into silence.

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

The coach drives by.  Suddenly -- "boom," the alarm cannon
begins to roar.

INT.  COACH - DAY

         PRUSSIAN OFFICER
    Do not be alarmed.  The alarm cannon
    only signals a deserter.

Chevalier nods.

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

The coach drives by and action as described.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Hearing the sound of the alarm
    cannon, the common people came out
    along the road, with fowling-pieces
    and pitch-forks, in hopes to catch
    the truant.  The gendarmes looked
    very anxious to be on the lookout
    for him too.  The price of a
    deserter was fifty crowns to those
    who brought him in.

EXT.  SAXON CUSTOM-HOUSE - DAY

The black and white barriers came in view at last hard by
Bruck, and opposite them the green and yellow of Saxony.
The Saxon custom-house officers came out.

         CHEVALIER
    I have no luggage.

         PRUSSIAN OFFICER
    The gentleman has nothing
    contraband.

The Prussian officers, grinning, hand the Chevalier the
purse and take their leave of their prisoner with much
respect.

The Chevalier de Belle Fast gives them three frederic a-
piece.

         CHEVALIER
    Gentlemen, I wish you a good day.
    Will you please go to the house from
    whence we set out this morning, and
    tell my man there to send my baggage
    on to Three Kings at Dresden?

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Then ordering fresh horses, the
    Chevalier set off on his journey for
    that capital.  I need not tell you
    that I was the Chevalier.

INT.  ROOM - HOTEL DES TROIS COURONNES - DAY

Roderick reading a letter over his breakfast in bed.

         CHEVALIER (V.O.)
    From the Chevalier de Belle Fast to
    Roderick James, Esquire, Gentilhomme
    Anglais.  At the Hotel des trois
    Couronnes, Dresden, Saxe.  My dear
    Roderick -- This comes to you by a
    sure hand, no other than Mr. Lumpit,
    of the English mission, who is
    acquainted, as all Berlin will be
    directly, with our wonderful story.
    They only know half as yet; they
    only know that a deserter went off
    in my clothes, and all are in
    admiration of your cleverness and
    valor.

INT.  CHEVALIER'S ROOM - DAY

Action as per description in letter.

         CHEVALIER (V.O.)
    As I lay in my bed two and a half
    hours after your departure, in comes
    your ex-captain, Galgenstein.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
           (in his imperious
            Dutch manner)
    Roderick!  Are you there?

No answer.

         CAPTAIN GALGENSTEIN
    The rogue is gone out.

Action as per voice over.

         CHEVALIER (V.O.)
    Straightaway he makes for the red
    box where I keep my love letters, my
    glass eye which I used to wear, my
    two sets of Paris teeth, and my
    other private matters that you know
    of.  He first tries a bunch of keys,
    but none of them fit the English
    lock.  Then he takes out of his
    pocket a chisel and hammer, and
    falls to work like a professional
    burglar, actually bursting open the
    little box!  Now was my time to act!
    I advance towards him armed with an
    immense water-jug.  I come
    noiselessly up to him just as he has
    broken the box, and, with all my
    might, I deal him such a blow over
    the head as smashes the water-jug to
    bits, and sends the captain with a
    snort lifeless to the ground.  Then
    I ring all the bells in the house;
    and shout, and swear, and scream,
    "Thieves! -- Thieves! -- Landlord!
    -- Murder! -- Fire!" until the whole
    household comes tumbling up the
    stairs.

         CHEVALIER
    Where is my servant?  Who dares to
    rob me in open day?  Look at the
    villain whom I find in the act of
    breaking my chest open!  Send for
    the police, send for his Excellency
    the Austrian Minister!  All Europe
    shall know of this insult!

         LANDLORD
    Dear heaven!  We saw you go away
    three hours ago.

         CHEVALIER
    Me!  Why, man, I have been in bed
    all morning.  I am ill -- I have
    taken physic -- I have not left the
    house this morning!  Where is that
    scoundrel, Lazlo?  But, stop!  Where
    are my clothes and wig?

         CHAMBERMAID
    I have it -- I have it!  Lazlo is
    off in your honor's dress.

         CHEVALIER
    And my money -- my money!  Where is
    my purse with forty-eight frederics
    in it?  But we have one of the
    villains left, Officers, seize him.

         LANDLORD
           (more and more
            astonished)
    It's the young Herr Galgenstein.

         CHEVALIER
    What!  A gentleman breaking open my
    trunk with hammer and chisel --
    impossible!

         CHEVALIER (V.O.)
    Herr Galgenstein was returning to
    life by this time, with a swelling
    on his skull as big as a saucepan;
    and the officers carried him off,
    and, to make a long story short,
    poor Galgenstein is now on his way
    to Spandau; and his uncle, the
    Minister of Police Galgenstein, has
    brought me five hundred louis, with
    a humble request that I would leave
    Berlin forthwith, and hush up this
    painful matter.

INT.  GERMAN PALACE - BALLROOM - NIGHT

Roderick, the Chevalier and the Duke of Wurttemberg.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The Chevalier de Belle Fast was in
    particularly good order with the
    Duke of Wurttemberg, whose court
    was, at this period, the most
    brilliant in all Europe.

The Duke of Wurttemberg chatting with ballet dancers, who
will perform at the party.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    He spent fabulous sums on the
    ballets and operas.  All the
    ballerinas were pretty, and they all
    boasted that they had all at least
    once made their amorous sovereign
    happy.

Roderick and the Chevalier kissing hands, hobnobbing with
the nobility, and dancing minuets.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    There was not a party of the
    nobility to which the two Irish
    gentlemen were not invited, and
    admired, nor where we did not make
    the brave, the high-born and the
    beautiful talk to us.  There was no
    man in Europe more gay in spirits,
    more splendid in personal
    accomplishment, than young Roderick
    James.

EXT.  GERMAN STREET - DAWN

Roderick and the Chevalier in a comfortable coach, on
their way home to bed, pass troops marching out on early
parade.

INT.  COACH - DAWN

Roderick sinks back into the comfortable cushion and
yawns.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    What a delightful life did we now
    lead!  I knew I was born a
    gentleman, from the kindly way in
    which I took to the business, as
    business certainly it is.

INT.  BEDROOM - GERMANY - DAY

Roderick in a tub, being washed by a servant.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    For though it seems all pleasure,
    yet I assure any low-bred persons
    who may chance to read this, that
    we, their betters, have to work as
    well as they; though I did not rise
    until noon, yet had I not been up at
    play until long past midnight?

INT.  ANOTHER BEDROOM - GERMANY - DAY

His hair being done.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I came into it at once, and as if I
    had never done anything else all my
    life.  I had a gentleman to wait
    upon me, a French friseur to dress
    my hair of a morning.

INT.  DINING ROOM - NIGHT

A candle-lit supper.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I knew the taste of chocolate as by
    intuition almost, and could
    distinguish between the right
    Spanish and the French before I had
    been a week in my new position.

INSERTS - JEWELRY

Action and cuts as voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had rings on my fingers, watches
    in both my fobs, trinkets, and
    snuff-boxes, of all sorts, and each
    outvying the other in elegance.

INT.  RECEPTION ROOM - GERMANY - DAY

As described.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had the finest natural taste for
    lace and china of any man I ever
    knew.

EXT.  STABLES - GERMANY - DAY

Buying horses.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I could judge a horse as well as any
    dealer in Germany.  I could not
    spell, but I could speak German and
    French cleverly.

INT.  DRESSING ROOM - GERMANY - DAY

Roderick being fitted for clothes.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had at least twelve suits of
    clothes; three richly embroidered
    with gold, two laced with silver;
    one of French grey, silver-laced and
    lined with chinchilla.  I had damask
    morning robes, to which a peacock's
    tail is as sober as a Quaker's drab
    skirt.

INT.  ORANGERY - DAY

Action as voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I took lessons on the guitar, and
    sang French catches exquisitely.
    Where, in fact, was there a more
    accomplished gentleman than Roderick
    James?

INT.  GAMING ROOM - GERMANY - NIGHT

Action as per voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    How have we had the best blood, and
    the brightest eyes, too, of Europe
    throbbing round the table as I and
    the Chevalier have held the cards
    and the bank against some terrible
    player, who was matching some
    thousands out of his millions
    against our all which was there on
    the baize!

INT.  GAMING ROOM - GERMANY - NIGHT

Roderick dealing a faro bank.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Our principles were:  play grandly,
    honorably.  Be not, of course, cast
    down at losing; but, above all, be
    not eager at winning, as mean souls
    are.

INT.  GAMING ROOM - GERMANY - NIGHT

Action as voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    When the Duke of Courland brought
    fourteen lackeys each with bags of
    florins, and challenged our bank to
    play against the sealed bags, what
    did we ask?

         CHEVALIER
    Sir, we have but eighty thousand
    florins in bank, or two hundred
    thousand at three months; if your
    highness' bags do not contain more
    than eight thousand, we will meet
    you.

Playing.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And we did, and after eleven hours
    play, in which our bank was at one
    time reduced to two hundred and
    three ducats, we won seventeen
    thousand florins off him.

Four crowned heads look on at the game, and an imperial
princess, when Roderick turns up the ace of hearts, bursts
into tears.

INT.  MASQUERADE BALL - NIGHT

Roderick and a girl.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Nor need I mention my successes
    among the fairer portion of the
    creation.  One of the most
    accomplished, the tallest, the most
    athletic, and the handsomest
    gentleman in Europe, as I was then,
    a young fellow of my figure could
    not fail of having advantages, which
    a person of my spirit knew very well
    how to us.

INT.  BOUDOIR - NIGHT

Making love to a masked lady.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Charming Schuvaloff.

INT.  COACH - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Black-eyed Sczortarska.

INT.  BOUDOIR - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Dark Valdez.

         RODERICK
    Do you expect me to believe that
    your lover brought you here tonight?

         VALDEZ
    Yes.  He brought me in his carriage,
    and he will call for me at midnight.

         RODERICK
    And he doesn't care about me?

         VALDEZ
    He is only curious to know who you
    are.

         RODERICK
    If his love were like mine, he would
    not permit you to come here.

         VALDEZ
    He loves me, as I love you.

         RODERICK
    Will he wish to know the details of
    this night?

         VALDEZ
    He will believe that it will please
    me if he asks about it, and I shall
    tell him everything except some
    circumstances which might humiliate
    him.

EXT.  GARDEN - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Tender Hegenheim.

INT.  BOUDOIR - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Brilliant Langeac.

Roderick takes from his portfolio a little jacket of very
fine transparent skin, eight inches long and closed at one
end, and which by way of a pouch string at its open end,
has a narrow pink ribbon.

He displays it to her, she looks at it, and laughs.

         LANGEAC
    I will put in on you myself.

She puts it on, out of shot.

         LANGEAC
    There you are, dressed by my hand.
    It is nearly the same thing; but
    despite the fineness and
    transparency of the skin, the little
    fellow pleases me less well in
    costume.  It seems that this
    covering degrades him, or degrades
    me -- one of the other.

         RODERICK
    Both, my angel.  It was Love who
    invented these little jackets:  for
    he had to ally himself with
    Precaution.

INT.  ROOM OFF A BALLROOM - NIGHT

Roderick making love to the Countess von Trotha.  Enter
the Count, in the uniform of a Colonel.

         COUNT
    I entered here, monsieur, at a bad
    moment for you; it seems that you
    love this lady.

         RODERICK
    Certainly, monseigneur, does not
    Your Excellency consider her worthy
    of love?

         COUNT
    Perfectly so; and what is more, I
    will tell you that I love her, and
    that I am not of a humor to put up
    with rivals.

         RODERICK
    Very well!  Now that I know it, I
    will no longer love her.

         COUNT
    Then you yield to me.

         RODERICK
    On the instant.  Everyone must yield
    to such a nobleman as you.

         COUNT
    Very well; but a man who yields
    takes to his legs.

         RODERICK
    That is a trifle strong.

         COUNT
    Take to your legs, low Irish dog.

Roderick smiles at him.

         RODERICK
    Your Excellency has wantonly
    insulted me.  That being so, I
    conclude that you hate me,
    Monseigneur, and that hence you
    would be glad to remove me from the
    number of the living.  In this wish,
    I can and will satisfy Your
    Excellency.

EXT.  BEAUTIFUL GARDEN - EARLY MORNING

Roderick's sword duel with the Count.

Details to be worked out.

INT.  BILLIARD ROOM - NIGHT

Roderick watches the Chevalier play with a Prussian
officer, Lieutenant Dascher.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    It was my unrivaled skill with
    sword and pistol, and readiness to
    use them, that maintained the
    reputation of the firm.

Towards the end of the game, Dascher, seeing that he is
losing, makes an unfair stroke, so obvious that the marker
tells him so to his face.

Lieutenant Dascher, for whom the stroke wins the game,
takes the money which is in the stake bag, and puts it in
his pocket, paying no attention to the marker's
adjurations, or to Roderick's.

Roderick, who is without his sword, reaches for a billiard
cue and swings it at Dascher's face.

He wards off the blow with his arm, drawing his sword and
runs at Roderick, who is unarmed.

The marker, a sturdy young man, catches Dascher around the
waist and prevents murder.

         DASCHER
    I see that you are without your
    sword, but I believe you are a man
    of mettle.  Will you give me
    satisfaction?

         RODERICK
    I shall be delighted; but you have
    lost and you must pay me the money
    before we meet, for, after all, you
    cannot pay me when you are dead.

         ANOTHER OFFICER
    I will undertake to pay you the 20
    louis, but only tomorrow morning at
    the meeting.

EXT.  FIELD - DAY

On the field, there are six people waiting with Dascher,
and his seconds.  Dascher takes 20 louis from his pocket
and hands them to Roderick, saying:

         DASCHER
    I may have been mistaken, but I mean
    to make you pay deadly for your
    brutality.

Roderick takes the money and puts it in his purse with the
utmost calm, making no reply to the other's boasting.

         RODERICK
           (privately)
    It is distasteful to kill a
    scoundrel -- that should be work for
    a hangman.

         CHEVALIER
    To risk one's life against such
    people is an imposition.

         RODERICK
           (laughs)
    I risk nothing, for I am certain to
    kill him.

         CHEVALIER
    Certain?

         RODERICK
    Perfectly certain, because I shall
    make him tremble.

He takes his station between two trees, about four paces
apart, and draws a pair of dueling pistols.

         RODERICK
    You have only to pace yourself at
    ten paces difference, and fire
    first.  The space between these two
    trees is the place where I choose to
    walk back and forth.  You may walk
    too, if you wish, when it is my turn
    to fire.

No one could have explained his intentions more clearly or
spoken more calmly.

         DASCHER
    But we must decide who is to have
    the first shot.

         RODERICK
    There is no need of that.  I never
    fire first; and, in any case, you
    have that right.

Dascher places himself at the specified distance.

Roderick walks slowly back and forth between the two trees
without looking at him.

Dascher takes aim and fires, missing.

         RODERICK
           (with the greatest
            composure)
    You missed me, sir.  I was sure you
    would.  Try again.

The others think he is mad, and had expected some kind of
discussion between the parties, but not a bit of it.

Dascher takes careful aim and fires a second shot, again
missing Roderick.

Without a word, but in a firm and confident manner,
Roderick fires his first shot into the air.

Dascher looks amazed.  Then, aiming at Dascher with his
second pistol, he hits him in the center of the forehead
and stretches him out dead on the ground.

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

Roderick and Chevalier traveling in their coach.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Thus is will be seen that our life,
    for all its splendor was one of
    extreme difficulty and danger,
    requiring high talents and courage
    for success, and sudden and
    unexpected departures.

They meet a four-wheel carriage, drawn by two horses,
carrying a master and a servant.

The driver of the four-wheel carriage wants Roderick's
driver to make way for him.

Roderick's driver protests that if he does, he will upset
his master in the ditch, but the other insists.

Roderick addresses the master, a handsome young man, and
asks him to order his driver to make way for him.

         RODERICK
    I am posting, monsieur, and
    furthermore I am a foreigner.

         STRANGER
    Monsieur, here in Saxony, the post
    has no special right, and if you are
    a foreigner, you must admit that you
    have no greater claim than mine,
    since I am in my own country.

At that, Roderick gets out and holding his drawn-sword
tells the stranger to get out, or to make way for him.

The stranger replies, with a smile, that he has no sword
and that, in any case, he will not fight for such a silly
reason.

He tells Roderick to get back in his chaise, and he makes
way for him.

INT.  GAMING ROOM - NIGHT

Roderick and the Chevalier running a faro bank when an
important lady suffers a huge loss.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The ladies were passionately fond of
    play, and hence would often arise no
    small trouble to us; for the truth
    most be told, that the ladies loved
    to play, but not to pay.  The point
    of honor is not understood by the
    charming sex; and it was with the
    greatest difficulty that we could
    keep them from the table, could get
    their money if they lost or, if they
    paid, prevent them from using the
    most furious and extraordinary means
    of revenge.

EXT.  ROAD - DAWN

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    On this evening, the lady of high
    rank, after I had won a considerable
    sum in diamonds and pearls from her,
    sent her lover with a band of cut-
    throats to waylay me.

Roderick and the Chevalier are sound asleep in their
carriage when they are awakened by a violent jolt, upon
which the carriage overturns in the middle of the road.

The Chevalier is underneath, and screams from the pain in
his right arm, which he thinks is broken.

Their servant forces the door open to help them out,
telling them that the two postilions have fled.

Roderick easily gets out of the carriage through the door,
which is above him, but the Chevalier, unable to move
because of his disabled arm, has to be pulled out.

His piercing shrieks make Roderick laugh, because of the
strange oaths with which he interlards his prayers.

From the carriage, Roderick takes his dueling pistols,
and sword.

Roderick tells his servant to mount and to looking for
armed peasants in the vicinity; money in hand, he leaves.

The Chevalier has lain down on the hard ground, groaning
and in no condition to resist robbers.

Roderick makes his own preparations to sell his fortune
and his life at the highest price.

His carriage is close to the ditch, and he unhitches the
horses, tieing them to the wheels and the pole in a
circle, and stations himself behind them with weapons.

In this predicament, Roderick cannot help laughing at the
poor Chevalier, who is writhing like a dying dolphin on a
seashore, and uttering the most pitiful execrations, when
a mare, whose back was turned to him, take it into her
empty head to empty her bladder on him.  There is nothing
to be done; he has to put up with the whole stinking rain,
and to forgive Roderick's laughter, which he has not the
strength to hold in.

The chill wind and the silence are suddenly broken by an
attack, which is half-hearted and uncertain, by the lady's
lover, and his hesitant band of six cut-throats.

Some falter and run away as soon as Roderick fires his
pistol.

The leader and two heartier followers engage Roderick.
During the fight, they mortally wound the helpless
Chevalier and two of them are killed.

After they flee, Roderick kneels by the Chevalier, who
utters some appropriate last words, then dies.

His servant finally arrives at full gallop, shouting at
the top of his voice, and followed by a band of peasants,
each with his lantern, come to his rescue.  There are ten
or twelve of them, all armed with muskets, and all ready
to obey his orders.

EXT.  SPA - HOTEL - DAY

Roderick's carriage arrives.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    After making suitable arrangements
    for the Chevalier's burial, in
    proper accord with his church, I
    traveled to Spa, which was now in
    season, alone, to continue my
    profession which formerly had the
    support of my friend and mentor.

INT.  GAMING ROOM - NIGHT

Crowds surround Roderick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I was by this time one of the best-
    known characters in Europe; and the
    fame of my exploits, my duels, my
    courage at play, would bring crowds
    round me in any public society where
    I appeared.

INT.  CASINO - NIGHT

Attractive women alone, while men are at the gaming table.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The passion for play is stronger
    than the passion for gallantry; the
    gamester at Spa has neither time to
    stop to consider the merits of a
    woman, nor the courage to make
    sacrifices for her.

EXT.  GARDEN IN SPA - DAY

The Countess of Cosgrove walks beside her husband, Sir
William Cosgrove, who is in a wheelchair.  They are
accompanied by their young son, Lord Brookside, and two
servants.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    In evoking the recollections of
    these days, I have nothing but
    pleasure.  I would if I could say as
    much of a lady who will henceforth
    play a considerable part in the
    drama of my life -- I mean the
    Countess of Cosgrove, whose fatal
    acquaintance I made at Spa, very
    soon after the tragic events which
    caused me to quit Germany.

Closer shot of the Countess.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Victoria, Countess of Cosgrove.  A
    Countess and a Viscountess in her
    own right.

Closer shot of Sir William Cosgrove.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She was the wife of her cousin, the
    Right Honorable Sir William Reginald
    Cosgrove, Knight of the Bath, and
    Minister to George II and George III
    of several of the smaller courts of
    Europe.

Closer shot of young Lord Brookside, walking behind them
in the care of his governor.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She was the mother to Viscount
    Brookside -- a melancholy, deserted,
    little boy, about whom his father
    was more than indifferent, and whom
    his mother never saw.

INT.  GAMING ROOM - NIGHT

Shots of Sir William Cosgrove being wheeled in, and at
play with Roderick, and some other gentlemen.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I made Sir William Cosgrove's
    acquaintance as usual at the play-
    table.  One could not but admire the
    spirit and gallantry with which he
    pursued his favorite pastime; for,
    though worn out with gout and a
    myriad of diseases, a cripple
    wheeled about in a chair, and
    suffering pangs of agony, yet you
    would see him every morning, and
    every evening at his post behind the
    delightful green cloth.

         SIR WILLIAM
    Hang it, Mr. Roderick James, you
    have no more manners than a barber,
    and I think my black footman has
    been better educated than you; but
    you are a young fellow of
    originality and pluck, and I like
    you, sir.  because you seem
    determined to go to the devil by a
    way of your own.

Laughter at the table.

         RODERICK
    I am obliged to observe, Sir William
    Cosgrove, that since you are bound
    for the next world much sooner than
    I am, I will depend on you to get
    comfortable quarters arranged for
    me.

Laughter.

         SIR WILLIAM
    Indeed, you are right, sir.  Look at
    me.  Marriage has added forty years
    to my life.  I am dying, a worn-out
    cripple, at the age of fifty.  When
    I took off Lady Cosgrove, there was
    no man of my years who looked so
    young as myself.  Fool that I was!
    I had enough with my pensions,
    perfect freedom, the best society in
    Europe -- and I gave up all these,
    and married and was miserable.  Take
    a warning from me, Mr. Roderick, and
    stick to the trumps.  Do anything,
    but marry.

         RODERICK
    Would you have me spend my life all
    alone?

         SIR WILLIAM
    In truth, sir, yes, but, if you must
    marry, then marry a virtuous drudge.

         RODERICK
           (laughing)
    The milkmaid's daughter?

         SIR WILLIAM
    Well, why not a milkmaid's daughter?
    No man of sense need restrict
    himself or deny himself a single
    amusement for his wife's sake; on
    the contrary, if he selects the
    animal properly, he will choose such
    a one as shall be no bar to his
    pleasure, but a comfort in his hours
    of annoyance.  For instance, I have
    got the gout; who tends me?  A hired
    valet who robs me whenever he has
    the power.  My wife never comes near
    me.  What friend have I?  None in
    the wide world.  Men of the world,
    as you and I are, don't make
    friends, and we are fools for our
    pains.

Polite laughter at the table.

         SIR WILLIAM
    My lady is a weak woman, but she is
    my mistress.  She is a fool, but she
    has got the better of one of the
    best heads in Christendom.  She is
    enormously rich, but somehow I have
    never been so poor, as since I
    married her.  I thought to better
    myself, and she has made me
    miserable and killed me, and she
    will do as much for my successor
    when I'm gone.

There is a reflective silence at the table.

         RODERICK
    Has her ladyship a very large
    income?

This question causes Sir William to burst out into a
yelling laugh, joined by the rest of the table, and makes
Roderick blush not a little at his gaucherie.

EXT.  ORNAMENTAL GARDEN - SPA - NIGHT

A beautiful scene, lit by the flambeaux, held by a dozen
footmen.  A small orchestra, playing in a Temple of Love,
some dancers, people gambling and lounging along a line of
trees.

Roderick approaches the Countess.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Despite my friend's strong warning.
    I resolves to become acquainted with
    his lady.  Sir William Cosgrove was
    dying.  His widow would be a rich
    prize.  Why should I not win her,
    and, with her, the means of making
    in the world that figure which my
    genius and inclination desired?
    When I determine, I look upon the
    thing as done.

         RODERICK
    Charming lady, tell me the truth and
    earn my gratitude.  Have you a
    lover?

The countess laughs.

         COUNTESS
    No.

         RODERICK
    Have you had one?

         COUNTESS
    Never.

         RODERICK
    But, for a time... a passing fancy?

         COUNTESS
    Not even that.

         RODERICK
    How can I believe that there is not
    a man who has inspired desires in
    you?

         COUNTESS
    Not one.

         RODERICK
    Have you not a man whom you value?

         COUNTESS
    That man has, perhaps, not yet been
    born.

         RODERICK
    What!  You have not met a man worthy
    of your attention?

         COUNTESS
    Many worthy of attention; but
    valuing is something more.  I could
    value only someone whom I loved.

         RODERICK
    Then you have never loved?  Your
    heart is empty.

         COUNTESS
    Your word "empty" makes me laugh.
    Is it fortunate, or unfortunate?  If
    it is fortunate, I congratulate
    myself.  If it is unfortunate, I do
    not care, for I am not aware of it.

         RODERICK
    It is nonetheless a misfortune, and
    you will know it when you love.

         COUNTESS
    But if, when I love, I am unhappy, I
    will know that my empty heart was my
    good fortune.

         RODERICK
    That is true, but it seems to me
    impossible that you should be
    unhappy in love.

         COUNTESS
    It is only too possible.  Love
    requires a mutual harmony which is
    difficult, and it is even more
    difficult to make it last.

         RODERICK
    I agree; but God put us on earth to
    take that risk.

         COUNTESS
    A man may need to do that, and find
    it amusing; but a girl is bound by
    other laws.

         RODERICK
    I believe you, and I see I must
    hasten to leave, for otherwise I
    shall become the unhappiest of men.

         COUNTESS
    How so?

         RODERICK
    By loving you, with no hope of
    possessing you.

She laughs.

         COUNTESS
    You want my heart?

         RODERICK
    It is my only object.

         COUNTESS
    To make me wretched in two weeks.

         RODERICK
    To love you until death.  To
    subscribe to all your commands.

         COUNTESS
    The amusing thing is that you
    deceive me without knowing, if it is
    true that you love me.

         RODERICK
    Deceiving someone without knowing it
    is something new for me.  If I do
    not know it, I am innocent.

         COUNTESS
    But you deceive me nonetheless if I
    believe you, for it will not be in
    your power to love me when you love
    me no longer.

Roderick laughs and kisses her.

         COUNTESS
    Be so good as to tell me with whom
    you think you are?

         RODERICK
    With a woman who is completely
    charming, be she a princess or a
    woman of the lowest condition, and
    who, regardless of her rank, will
    show me some kindness, tonight.

She laughs.

         COUNTESS
    And if she does not choose to show
    you some kindness?

         RODERICK
    Then I will respectfully take leave
    of her.

         COUNTESS
    You will do as you please.  It seems
    to me that such a matter can hardly
    be discussed until after people know
    each other.  Do you not agree?

         RODERICK
    Yes -- but I am afraid of being
    deceived.

         COUNTESS
    Poor man.  And, for that reason, you
    want to begin where people end?

         RODERICK
    I ask only a payment on account
    today -- after that, you will find
    me undemanding, obedient and
    discreet.

She laughs.  He kisses her again.  They exit.

EXT.  ROAD - SPA - NIGHT

Coach and four moves slowly along.

INT.  COACH - NIGHT

They kiss.  She gently struggles as he tries to undo her
dress.  He stops.

         RODERICK
    Will we always leave it at this?

         COUNTESS
    Always, my dear one, never any
    further.  Love is a child to be
    pacified with trifles.  A full diet
    can only kill it.

         RODERICK
    I know better than you do.  Love
    wants a more substantial fare, and
    if it is stubbornly withheld, it
    withers away.

         COUNTESS
    Our abstinence makes our love
    immortal.  If I loved you a quarter
    of an hour ago, now I should love
    you even more.  But I should love
    you less if you exhausted my joy by
    satisfying all my desires.

         RODERICK
    Let us give each other complete
    happiness, and let us be sure that
    as many times as we satisfy our
    desires, they will each time be born
    anew.

         COUNTESS
    My husband has convinced me of the
    contrary.

         RODERICK
    Sir William Cosgrove is a man who is
    dying, and yet I envy him more than
    any man in Christendom.  He enjoys a
    privilege of which I am deprived.
    He may take you in his arms whenever
    he pleases, and no veil keeps his
    senses, his eyes, his soul from
    enjoying your beauty.

She silences him with her fingertips.

         COUNTESS
    Shall I tell you something -- I
    believed what was called love came
    after the union -- and I was
    surprised when my husband, making me
    a woman, made me know it only by
    pain, unaccompanied by any pleasure.
    I saw that my imaginings had stood
    me in better stead.  And so we
    became only friends, seldom sleeping
    together and arousing no curiosity
    in each other, yet on good terms for
    a while, as whenever he wanted me, I
    was at his service, but since the
    offering was not seasoned with love,
    he found it tasteless, and seldom
    demanded it.

         RODERICK
    O, my dearest love.  Enough!  I beg
    you.  Stop believing in your
    experience.  You have never known
    love.  My very soul is leaving me!
    Catch it on your lips, and give me
    yours!

They kiss ardently.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    To make a long story short, her
    ladyship and I were in love six
    hours after we met; and after I once
    got into her ladyship's good graces,
    I found innumerable occasions to
    improve my intimacy, and was
    scarcely ever out of her company.

EXT.  COUNTESS' HOUSE - SPA - DUSK

Action as per voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I shall never forget the
    astonishment of Sir William Cosgrove
    when, on one summer evening, as he
    was issuing out to the play-table,
    in his sedan-chair, her ladyship's
    barouche and four came driving into
    the courtyard of the house which
    they inhabited and, in that
    carriage, by her ladyship's side,
    sat no other than "the vulgar Irish
    adventurer," as she was pleased to
    call me.

Sir William makes the most courtly of bows and grins, and
waves his hat in as graceful a manner as his multiplicity
of illness permits, and her ladyship and Roderick reply to
the salutation with the utmost politeness and elegance on
their part.

INT.  RODERICK'S APARTMENT - SPA - NIGHT

Making ardent love.

         COUNTESS
    Without you, my dearest, I might
    have died without ever knowing love.
    Inexpressible love!  God of nature!
    Bitterness than which nothing is
    sweeter, sweetness than which
    nothing is more bitter.  Divine
    monster which can only be defined by
    paradoxes.

         RODERICK
    Let me give a thousand kisses to
    that heavenly mouth which has told
    me that I am happy.

         COUNTESS
    As soon as I saw you loved me, I was
    pleased, and I gave you every
    opportunity to fall more in love
    with me, being certain that, for my
    part, I would never love you.  But
    after our first kiss, I found that I
    had no power over myself.  I did not
    know that one kiss could matter so
    much.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    We then spent an hour in the most
    eloquent silence except that, from
    time to time, her ladyship cried
    out:  "Oh, my God.  Is it true -- I
    am not dreaming?"

INT.  GAMING ROOM - NIGHT

Roderick enters and approaches a table at which Sir
William Cosgrove, who is drunk, is at play with several
other jovial fellows.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Sir William Cosgrove, with his
    complication of ills, was dying
    before us by inches.  He was
    continually tinkered up by doctors,
    and, what with my usual luck, he
    might be restored to health and live
    I don't know how many years.  If
    Cosgrove would not die, where was
    the use of my pursing his lady?  But
    my fears were to prove groundless,
    for on that very night, patient
    nature would claim her account.

         SIR WILLIAM
    Good evening, Mr. James, have you
    done with my lady?

         RODERICK
    I beg your pardon?

         SIR WILLIAM
    Come, come, sir.  I am a man who
    would rather be known as a cuckold
    than a fool.

         RODERICK
    I think, Sir William Cosgrove, you
    have had too much drink.  Your
    chaplin, Mr. Hunt, has introduced me
    into the company of your lady to
    advise me on a religious matter, of
    which she is a considerable expert.

Sir William Cosgrove greets this line with a yell of
laughter.  His laugh is not jovial or agreeable, but
rather painful and sardonic, and ends in a violent fit of
coughing.

         SIR WILLIAM
    Gentlemen, see this amiable youth!
    He has been troubled by religious
    scruples, and has flown for refuge
    to my chaplin, Mr. Hunt, who has
    asked for advise from my wife, Lady
    Cosgrove, and between them both,
    they are confirming my ingenious
    young friend in his faith.  Did you
    ever hear of such doctors and such a
    disciple?

         RODERICK
    Faith, sir, if I want to learn good
    principles, it's surely better I
    should apply for them to your lady,
    and your chaplin than to you?

         SIR WILLIAM
           (laughing, but pretty
            red)
    He wants to step into my shoes!  He
    wants to step into my shoes!

Roderick stares at him coldly.

         RODERICK
    Well, if my intentions are what you
    think they are -- if I do wish to
    step into your shoes, what then?  I
    have no other intentions than you
    had yourself.  Lady Cosgrove's
    wealth may be great, but am I not of
    a generous nature enough to use it
    worthily?  Her rank is lofty, but
    not so lofty as my ambition.  I will
    be sworn to muster just as much
    regard for my Lady Cosgrove as you
    ever showed her; and if I win her,
    and wear her when you are dead and
    gone, corbleu, knight, do you think
    that it will be the fear of your
    ghost will deter me?

         SIR WILLIAM
    Is it not a pleasure, gentlemen, for
    me, as I am drawing near the goal,
    to find my home such a happy one; my
    wife so fond of me, that she is even
    now thinking of appointing a
    successor?  Isn't it a comfort to
    see her; like a prudent housewife,
    getting everything ready for her
    husband's departure?

         RODERICK
    I hope that you are not thinking of
    leaving us soon, knight?

         SIR WILLIAM
    Not so soon, my dear, as you may
    fancy perhaps.  Why, man, I have
    been given over many times these
    four years, and there was always a
    candidate or two waiting to apply
    for the situation.  Who knows how
    long I may keep you waiting.

         RODERICK
    Sir, let those laugh that win.

         SIR WILLIAM
    I am sorry for you Mr. James.  I'm
    grieved to keep you or any gentleman
    waiting.  Had you not better to
    arrange with my doctor or get the
    cook to flavor my omelette with
    arsenic?  What are the odds,
    gentlemen, that I don't live to see
    Mr. James hang yet?

There is laughter around the table, and Sir William starts
dealing the cards.

         VOICE
    Dies at Spa, in the Kingdom of
    Belgium, the Right Honorable Sir
    William Cosgrove, Knight of the
    Bath, Member of Parliament for
    Cosgrove and Devonshire and many
    years His Majesty's representative
    at various European courts.  He hath
    left behind him a name which is
    endeared to all his friends for his
    manifold virtues and talents, a
    reputation justly acquired in the
    service of His Majesty, and an
    inconsolable widow to deplore his
    loss.

Sir Williams keels over dead.

INT.  CHURCH - DAY

The wedding of Roderick and the Countess.  The service is
preformed by Reverend Hunt, her ladyship's chaplain.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    A year from that day, on the
    fifteenth of May, in the year 1773,
    I had the honor and happiness to
    lead to the altar Victoria, Countess
    of Cosgrove, widow of the late Right
    Honorable Sir William Cosgrove, K.B.
    I had procured His Majesty's
    gracious permission to add the name
    of my lovely lady to my own, and,
    henceforward, assumed the title of
    James Cosgrove.

EXT.  A GARDEN - LONDON - DAY

The Wedding reception.

Roderick and the Countess are approached by young Lord
Brookside, aged 12.

         COUNTESS
    My Lord Brookside, come and embrace
    your papa!

Brookside walks slowly towards them, and shakes his fist
in Roderick's face.

         BROOKSIDE
    He, my father!  I would as soon call
    one of your ladyship's footmen,
    papa!

Roderick laughs, as the Countess unsuccessfully tries to
get the boy to shake hands.

         COUNTESS
    Lord Brookside, you have offended
    your father.

         BROOKSIDE
    Mother, you have offended my father.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    It was a declaration of war to me,
    as I saw at once; though I declare I
    was willing enough to have lived
    with him on terms of friendliness.
    But as men serve me, I serve them.
    Who can blame me for my after-
    quarrels with this young reprobate,
    or lay upon my shoulders the evils
    which afterwards befell?

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

Three carriages, each with four horses, proceed along the
picturesque track.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    After we had received the
    congratulations of our friends in
    London -- I and Victoria set off to
    visit our country estate, Castle
    Hackton, where I had never as yet
    set foot.

INT.  CARRIAGE - DAY

Roderick and his Lady.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The first days of a marriage are
    commonly very trying; and I have
    known couples, who lived together
    like turtle-doves for the rest of
    their lives, peck each other's eyes
    out almost during the honeymoon.  I
    did not escape the common lot.  In
    our journey westwards, my Lady
    Cosgrove chose to quarrel with me
    because I had pulled out a pipe of
    tobacco.  Lady Cosgrove was a
    haughty woman, and I hate pride, and
    I promise you that, in this instant,
    I overcame this vice in her.

Roderick blows smoke into the Countess' face.  She is
shocked into an apprehensive silence.

INT.  COACH - DAY

Young Lord Brookside with his governor, glowering and
petulant.  A parrot, in a cage, on his lap.

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

As the carriages drive past, there is a band, floral
arches, flags, church bells ringing.  The parson and the
farmers assemble in their best by the roadside, and the
school-children and the laboring people are loud in their
"hurrahs" for her ladyship.

Roderick flings pennies among the cheering tenants, from
two bags of coppers, stored in the carriage for the
occasion.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Fifty, or so, servants have turned out to greet their
mistress, and their new master.  The land steward, who is
the senior servant, introduces the others -- the clerk of
the kitchen, clerk of the stables, head gardener, ladies
in waiting, butler, valet, chef, cook.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had not arrived at the pitch of
    prosperity, and having, at thirty
    years of age, by my own merits and
    energy, raised myself to one of the
    highest social positions that any
    man in England could occupy, I
    determined to enjoy myself as
    becomes a man of quality for the
    remainder of my life.

INT.  STABLES - DAY

Roderick and his beautiful horses.

EXT.  A STREAM - DAY

Roderick and some companions fishing.

EXT.  FIELDS - DAY

Roderick and his friends riding.

EXT.  FIELDS - DAY

Roderick and friends shooting.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Roderick having his portrait painted by a miniaturist.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    But it was not meant for me to
    finish my life as a man of quality
    and position.  Indeed, I am one of
    those born clever enough at gaining
    a fortune, but incapable of keeping
    one; for the qualities and energy,
    which lead a man to accept the
    first, are often the very causes of
    his ruin in the latter case; indeed,
    I know of no other reason for the
    misfortunes which finally befell me.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - COUNTESS' BEDROOM - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    At the end of the year, Lady
    Cosgrove presented me with a son;
    Patrick Cosgrove, I called him, in
    compliment to my royal ancestry, but
    what more had I to leave him than a
    noble name?

EXT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - LONDON - DAY

Two coaches pull up, and the Countess and Roderick exit.
Servants remove their luggage and baby Patrick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    We spent the season in London at our
    house in Berkeley Square.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

The Countess alone and depressed.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Her ladyship and I lived, for a
    while, pretty separate when in
    London.  She preferred quiet, or, to
    say the truth, I preferred it, being
    a great friend to a modest, tranquil
    behavior in woman and a taste for
    the domestic pleasures.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - LONDON - DAY

Several cuts of the Countess, caring for the infant,
Patrick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Besides, she was a mother, and had
    great comfort in the dressing,
    educating, and dandling of our
    little Patrick for whose sake it was
    fit that she should give up the
    pleasures and frivolities of the
    world; so she left that part of the
    duty of every family of distinction
    to be performed by me.

INT.  THEATER LOBBY - NIGHT

Roderick arriving with a party of friends, escorting a
beautiful woman.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - LONDON - DAY

Countess crying and having an argument with Roderick.
Live dialogue under voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Her ladyship's conversations with me
    were characterized by a stupid
    despair, or a silly blundering
    attempt at forced cheerfulness,
    still more disagreeable; hence, our
    intercourse was but trifling, and my
    temptations to carry her into the
    world or to remain in her society of
    necessity exceedingly small.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - DRAWING ROOM - LONDON - NIGHT

A drunken Roderick rudely demands his lady to entertain
their guests.  She rushes from the room in tears.
Dialogue starts scene, goes under for voice over, then
ends scene.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She would try my temper, at home,
    too, in a thousand ways.  When
    requested by me to entertain the
    company with conversation, wit, and
    learning, of which she was a
    mistress; or music, of which she was
    an accomplished performer, she
    would, as often as not, begin to
    cry, and leave the room.  My company
    from this, of course, fancied I was
    a tyrant over her; whereas, I was
    only a severe and careful guardian
    of a silly, bad-tempered and weak-
    minded lady.

EXT.  PARK - DAY

Roderick strolling arm-in-arm with his Countess.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Despite the utter distaste with
    which I now regarded Lady Cosgrove,
    and, although I took no particular
    pains to disguise my feelings in
    general, yet she was of such a mean
    spirit that she pursued me with her
    regard, and would kindle up at the
    smallest kind word I spoke to her.

INT.  COSGROVE STUDY - DAY

Roderick and accountant.  Her ladyship is signing various
documents, and orders for payment.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And, in these fits of love, she was
    the most easy creature in the world
    to be persuaded, and would have
    signed away her whole property, had
    it been possible.  And, I must
    confess, it was with very little
    attention on my part that I could
    bring her into good humor, and, up
    to the very last day of our being
    together, would be reconciled to me,
    and fondle me, if I addressed her a
    single kind word.  Such is female
    inconsistency.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - DAY

Roderick and the Countess fighting about her refusal to
sign some papers.  Live dialogue under voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She was luckily very fond of her
    youngest son, and through him I had
    a wholesome and effectual hold on
    her; for if in any of her tantrums
    or fits of haughtiness, she
    pretended to have the upper-hand, to
    assert her authority against mine,
    to refuse to sign such papers as I
    might think necessary for the
    distribution of our large and
    complicated property.

Roderick picks up baby Patrick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I would have Master Patrick carried
    off to Chiswick for a couple of
    days; and I warrant me his lady-
    mother could hold out no longer and
    would agree to anything I proposed.

The Countess rushes to the window to see the child being
put into a carriage.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - DAY

Another quarrel.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Lady Cosgrove and I did not quarrel
    more than fashionable people do, and,
    for the first three years, I never
    struck my wife but when I was in
    liquor.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - DAY

Roderick throws a knife at young Brookside.  The knife
digs into an expensive antique chest, just missing the
young Brookside's head.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    When I flung the carving-knife at
    Brookside, I was drunk, as
    everybody present can testify, but
    as for having any systematic scheme
    against the poor lad, I can declare
    solemnly that, beyond merely hating
    him, I am guilty of no evil towards
    him.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - DAY

The Countess discovers Roderick making love to the child's
nurse.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Do what one would to please her, my
    lady would never be happy or in good
    humor.  And soon she added a mean,
    detestable jealousy to all her other
    faults, and would weep and wring her
    hands, and threaten to commit
    suicide, and I know not what.

She screams and shouts something about suicide.

Her son, Brookside, comes running in and consoles her.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Her death would have been no comfort
    to me, as I leave any person of
    common prudence to imagine; for that
    scoundrel of a young Brookside who
    was about to become my greatest
    plague and annoyance, would have
    inherited every penny of the
    property.

INT.  COSGROVE HOUSE - LONDON - RODERICK'S STUDY - DAY

Roderick, bored and distracted, sits before a stack of
bills and papers, with his accountant.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Humble people envy us great men, and
    fancy that our lives are all
    pleasure.  But the troubles of
    poverty, the rascality of agents,
    the quibbles of lawyers are endless.
    My life at this period seemed to
    consist of nothing but drafts of
    letters and money-brokers relative
    to the raising of money, and the
    insuring of Lady Cosgrove's life,
    and innumerable correspondence with
    upholsterers, decorators, cooks,
    horsekeepers, bailiffs, and
    stewards.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - GARDENS - DAY

Various cuts.

Birthday fete for Patrick who is now five years old.

Gaily colored tents, ponies, a puppet show, expensive
presents.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My own dear boy, Patrick, was now
    five years old, and was the most
    polite and engaging child ever seen;
    it was a pleasure to treat him with
    kindness and distinction; the little
    fellow was the pink of fashion,
    beauty, and good breeding.  In fact,
    he could not have been otherwise,
    with the care both his parents
    bestowed upon him, and the
    attentions which were lavished upon
    him in every way.

Brookside and Roderick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Whereas, young Brookside had grown
    to be a very nasty and disrespectful
    fellow indeed.  In my company, he
    preserved the most rigid silence,
    and a haughty, scornful demeanor,
    which was so much the more
    disagreeable because there was
    nothing in his behavior I could
    actually take hold of to find fault
    with, although his whole conduct was
    insolent and supercilious to the
    highest degree.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - LIBRARY - DAY

Brookside sitting alone reading a book.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    In addition to this, the lad was
    fond of spending the chief part of
    his time occupied with the musty old
    books, which he took out of the
    library, and which I hate to see a
    young man of spirit pouring over.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Brookside and the Countess.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The insubordination of that boy was
    dreadful.  He used to quote passages
    of "Hamlet" to his mother, which
    made her very angry.

Brookside quoting "Hamlet."

The Countess begins to cry and leaves the room.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - RODERICK'S STUDY

Roderick caning young Brookside.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    As it is best to nip vice in the
    bud, and for a master of a family to
    exercise his authority in such a
    manner as that there may be no
    question about it, I took every
    opportunity of coming to close
    quarters with Master Brookside.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Many guests around the table.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    He always chose the days when
    company, or the clergy, or gentry of
    the neighborhood were present, to
    make violent, sarcastic, and
    insolent speeches.

Brookside begins to fondle and caress Patrick.

         BROOKSIDE
    Dear child, what a pity it is I am
    not dead for your sake!  The
    Cosgroves would then have a worthy
    representative, and enjoy all the
    benefits of the illustrious blood of
    the James' of Duganstown, would they
    not, Mr. James Cosgrove?

INT.  RODERICK'S STUDY - NIGHT

Roderick caning Brookside again.  The boy bears the
punishment without crying.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Roderick's reunion with his mother.

Present are the Countess, Patrick, Lord Brookside and
others.

Mrs. James flings herself into her son's arms with a
scream, and with transports of joy, which can only be
comprehended by women who have held, in their arms, an
only child, after a twelve-year absence from him.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Roderick and mother feeding Patrick.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - GARDEN - DAY

Roderick and mother playing with Patrick in the garden.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Mother at dinner with the family, in a strained
atmosphere.

INT.  PATRICK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Roderick and his mother talk in whispers near the bed of
the sleeping Patrick.

         MOTHER
    Ah, Roderick, it's a blessing to see
    that my darling boy has attained a
    position I always knew was his due,
    and for which I pinched myself to
    educate him.  Little Patrick is a
    darling boy, and you live in great
    splendor, but how long will it last?
    Your lady-wife knows she has a
    treasure she couldn't have had, had
    she taken a duke to marry her, but
    if, one day, she should tire of my
    wild Roderick and his old-fashioned
    Irish ways, or if she should die,
    what future would there be for my
    son and grandson?

INT.  RODERICK'S STUDY - CASTLE HACKTON - NIGHT

Roderick and his mother.

         MOTHER
    You have not a penny of your own,
    and cannot transact any business
    without the Countess' signature.
    Upon her death, the entire estate
    would go to young Brookside, who
    bears you little affection.  You
    could be penniless tomorrow, and
    darling Patrick at the mercy of his
    stepbrother.

INT.  MOTHER'S ROOM - CASTLE HACKTON - NIGHT

Roderick and his mother.

         MOTHER
    I shall tell you a secret -- I shall
    not rest until I see you Earl of
    Duganstown, and my grandson, a Lord
    Viscount.

She smooths down Roderick's hair.

         MOTHER
    This head would become a coronet.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - GARDEN - DAY

Roderick and Mother slowly walking and talking.  Young
Patrick, ahead of them sitting in a small cart, pulled by
a lamb.

         MOTHER
    These things entail considerable
    expense, and you will need your
    lady's blessing, but the young boy
    forms the great bond of union
    between you and her ladyship, and
    there is no plan of ambition you
    could propose in which she would not
    join for the poor lad's benefit, and
    no expense she will not eagerly
    incur, if it might be any means be
    shown to tend to his advancement.
    You have important friends, and they
    can tell you how these things are
    done.

INT.  LONDON GAMING ROOM - NIGHT

Standing away from the play tables, Roderick chats with
Lord West, a fat giant of a man.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And, to be sure, I did know someone
    who knew precisely how these things
    were done, and this was the
    distinguished solicitor and former
    Government Minister, Lord West,
    whose acquaintance I made, as I had
    so many others, at the gaming table.

         LORD WEST
    Do you happen to know Gustavus
    Adolphus, the thirteenth Earl of
    Crabs?

         RODERICK
    By name only.

         LORD WEST
    Well, sir, this nobleman is one of
    the gentlemen of His Majesty's
    closet, and one with whom our
    revered monarch is on terms of
    considerable intimacy.  I should say
    you would be wise to fix upon this
    nobleman your chief reliance for the
    advancement of your claim to the
    Viscounty which you propose to get.

INT.  LONDON CLUB - DAY

Roderick having lunch with Lord West and the Earl of
Crabs.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And for a five-hundred guinea fee,
    paid to his City law-firm, Lord West
    kindly arranged a meeting with that
    old scamp and swindler, Gustavus
    Adolphus, the thirteenth Earl of
    Crabs.

         EARL OF CRABS
    Mr. Cosgrove, when I take up a
    person, he or she is safe.  There is
    no question about them any more.  My
    friends are the best people.  I
    don't mean the most virtuous, or,
    indeed, the least virtuous, or the
    cleverest, or the stupidest, or the
    richest, or the best born, but the
    "best" -- in a word, people about
    whom there is no question.  I cannot
    promise you how long it will take.
    You can appreciate it is not an easy
    matter.  But any gentlemen with an
    estate, and ten-thousand a-year
    should have a peerage.

INT.  DRAWING ROOM - EARL OF CRABS - DAY

Roderick being introduced to three noblemen, including the
Duke of Rutland.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The striving after this peerage, I
    consider to have been one of the
    most unlucky dealings at this
    period.  I made unheard of
    sacrifices to bring it about.  I can
    tell you bribes were administered,
    and in high places too -- so near
    the royal person of His Majesty that
    you would be astonished were I to
    mention what great personages
    condescended to receive our loans.

INT.  DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT

Roderick gives a beautiful diamond to a fat princess on
her birthday.  He is applauded by the other guests.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I lavished money here, and diamonds
    there.

EXT.  FARMLAND - DAY

Roderick and the seller, riding over a prospective
property.  A broker shows them a survey map of the
property.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I bought lands at ten times there
    value.

INT.  SALON - LONDON - NIGHT

A musical evening.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I gave repeated entertainments to
    those friends to my claims who,
    being about the royal person, were
    likely to advance it.

INT.  STATELY HOME - DAY

Roderick buying pictures.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I purchased pictures and articles of
    vertu at ruinous prices.

EXT.  RACES - DAY

Roderick laughing and paying a bet.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I lost many a bet to the royal
    dukes, His Majesty's brothers.

EXT.  FIELD - DAY

Reviewing the company of troops.

Roderick, the Earl of Crabs, the Countess, Patrick and
Brookside, several princes and noblemen and the Duke of
Rutland.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    One of the main causes of expense
    which this ambition of mine entailed
    upon me was the fitting out and
    arming of a company of infantry from
    the Hackton estates, which I offered
    to my gracious sovereign for the
    campaign against the American
    rebels.  These troops, superbly
    equipped and clothed, were embarked
    at Portsmouth in the year 1778.

INT.  ST. JAMES - RECEPTION ROOM - DAY

George III meeting people and stopping to talk to
Roderick.  Present also is the Duke of Rutland.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And the patriotism of the gentlemen
    who raised them was so acceptable at
    court that, on being presented by my
    Lord Crabs, His Majesty condescended
    to notice me particularly and said:

         GEORGE III
    That's right, Mr. Cosgrove, raise
    another company, and go with them,
    too!

INT.  COFFEE HOUSE - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Crabs was really one of the most
    entertaining fellows in the world,
    and I took a sincere pleasure in his
    company, besides the interest and
    desire I had in cultivating the
    society of the most important
    personages of the realm.

Roderick clumsily tries to engage in conversation with the
famed Dr. Johnson, on the subject of a book or play, of
the day, and is rebuffed for his trouble.

         JOHNSON
    If I were you, Mr. Cosgrove, I
    should mind my horses and tailors
    and not trouble myself about
    letters.

Laughter, Roderick bristles.

         RODERICK
    Dr. Johnson, I think you misbehave
    most grossly, treating my opinions
    with no more respect than those of a
    schoolboy.  You fancy, sir, you know
    a great deal more than me, because
    you quote your "Aristotle" and
    "Plato," but can you tell me which
    horse will win at Epsom Downs next
    week?  Can you shoot the ace of
    spades ten times without missing?
    If so, talk about Aristotle and
    Plato with me.

         BOSWELL
           (roars)
    Do you know who you're speaking to?!

         JOHNSON
    Hold your tongue, Mr. Boswell, I had
    no right to brag of my Greek,
    gentlemen, and he has answered me
    very well.

         RODERICK
           (pleased)
    Do you know ever a rhyme for
    Aristotle?

         GOLDSMITH
           (laughing)
    Port, if you please.

         JOHNSON
    Waiter, bring on of Captain James'
    rhymes for Aristotle.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    And we had six rhymes for Aristotle
    before we left the coffee house that
    evening.

INT.  LONDON CLUB - NIGHT

         EARL OF CRABS
    Henri, this is Mr. James Cosgrove,
    who wishes to arrange a dinner party
    next week for sixty guests.

         HENRI
    I am at your service, Mr. Cosgrove.
    How much do you wish to spend?

         RODERICK
    As much as possible.

         HENRI
    As much as possible?

         RODERICK
    Yes, for I wish to entertain
    splendidly.

         HENRI
    All the same, you must name an
    amount.

         RODERICK
    It is entirely up to you.  I want
    the best.

         EARL OF CRABS
    May I suggest five hundred guineas?

         RODERICK
    Will that be enough?

         HENRI
    Last month, the Duke of Suffolk
    spent no more.

         RODERICK
    All right, five hundred guineas.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - RODERICK'S STUDY - DAY

Roderick is seated at a large table, stacked high with
bills and letters; his accountant is seated next to him,
aided by a bookkeeper.  Roderick looks at each bill and
his accountant explains the charge.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The life I was leading was that of a
    happy man, but I was not happy.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - LONG GALLERY - DAY

Roderick, walking with big strides, leads Brookside by his
ear.  Little Patrick runs alongside, pleading for his
brother.

         PATRICK
    Papa, please don't flog Brookside
    today.  It wasn't his fault --
    really is wasn't.

Roderick ignores him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    By now, young Brookside was of so
    wild, savage, and insubordinate a
    nature that I never had the least
    regard for him.  As he grew up to be
    a man, his hatred for me assumed an
    intensity quite wicked to think of
    and which, I promise you, I returned
    with interest.

He drags Brookside into his study, slamming the door
behind him.

INT.  LIBRARY - DAY

Roderick alone.  Brookside enters with a pistol.

         BROOKSIDE
           (grinding his teeth)
    Look you now, Mister Roderick James,
    from this moment on, I will submit
    to no further chastisement from you!
    Do you understand that?

         RODERICK
    Give me that pistol.

         BROOKSIDE
    Take heed, Mister James.  I will
    shoot you if you lay hands on me
    now, or ever again.  Is that
    entirely clear to you, sir?

Roderick stares hard at him, then he laughs and sits down.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I decided, at once, to give up that
    necessary part of his education.
    In truth, he then became the most
    violent, daring, disobedient,
    scapegrace, that ever caused an
    affectionate parent pain; he was
    certainly the most incorrigible.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - BROOKSIDE'S ROOM - DAY

Brookside smashing a chair over the head of his governor,
Reverend Hunt.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Twice or thrice, Reverend Hunt
    attempted to punish my Lord
    Brookside; but I promise you the
    rogue was too strong for him, and
    leveled the Oxford man to the
    ground with a chair, greatly to the
    delight of little Patrick, who cried
    out:  "Bravo, Brooksy!  Thump him,
    thump him!"

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - GARDEN - DAY

Brookside and Patrick.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    With the child, Brookside was,
    strange to say, pretty tractable.
    He took a liking to the little
    fellow -- I like him the more, he
    said, because he was "half a
    Cosgrove."

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - BALLROOM - NIGHT

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Another day, it was Patrick's
    birthday, we were giving a grand
    ball and gala at Hackton, and it was
    time for my Patrick to make his
    appearance among us.

There is a great crowding and tittering as the child comes
in, led by his half-brother, who walks into the dancing-
room in his stockinged feet, leading little Patrick by the
hand, paddling about in the great shoes of the older.

         BROOKSIDE
           (very loudly)
    Don't you think he fits my shoes
    very well, Sir Richard Wargrave?

Upon which, the company begins to look at each other and
to titter, and his mother comes up to Lord Brookside with
great dignity, seizes the child to her breast, and says:

         COUNTESS
    From the manner in which I love this
    child, my lord, you ought to know
    how I would have loved his elder
    brother, had he proved worthy of any
    mother's affection.

Brookside is stunned by his mother's words.

         BROOKSIDE
    Madam, I have borne as long as
    mortal could endure the ill-
    treatment of the insolent Irish
    upstart, whom you have taken into
    your bed.  It is not only the
    lowness of his birth, and the
    general brutality of his manners
    which disgusts me, but the shameful
    nature of his conduct towards your
    ladyship, his brutal and
    ungentlemanlike behavior, his open
    infidelity, his habits of
    extravagance, intoxication, his
    shameless robberies and swindling of
    my property and yours.  It is these
    insults to you which shock and annoy
    me more than the ruffian's infamous
    conduct to myself.  I would have
    stood by your ladyship, as I
    promised, but you seem to have taken
    latterly your husband's part; and,
    as I cannot personally chastise this
    low-bred ruffian, who, to our shame
    be it spoken, is the husband of my
    mother, and as I cannot bear to
    witness his treatment of you, and
    loathe his horrible society as if it
    were the plague, I am determined to
    quit my native country, at least
    during his detested life, or during
    my own.

Bursting into tears, Lady Cosgrove leaves the room.
Roderick loses control, and rushes at Brookside, knocking
down Lords, Dukes and Generals, left and right, who try to
interfere.

The company is scandalizes by the entire incident.

INT.  LONDON CLUB - NIGHT

Action as per voice over.  Roderick is shunned.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    If I had murdered my lord, I could
    scarcely have been received with
    more shameful obloquy and slander
    than now followed me in town and
    country.  My friends fell away from
    me, and a legend arose of my cruelty
    to my stepson.

INT.  ST. JAMES - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My reception at court was scarcely
    more cordial.  On paying my respects
    to my sovereign at St. James, His
    Majesty pointedly asked me when I
    had news of Lord Brookside.  On
    which I replied, with no ordinary
    presence of mind:

         RODERICK
    Sire, my Lord Brookside has set sail
    to fight the rebels against Your
    Majesty's crown in America.  Does
    Your Majesty desire that I should
    send another company to aid him?

The King stares at Roderick, turns on his heel and quickly
leaves the presence-chamber.

Roderick is approached by the Duke of Rutland, who takes
him aside into an alcove.

         DUKE OF RUTLAND
           (speaking very
            quietly)
    Let me tell you, sir, that your
    conduct has been very odiously
    represented to the King, and has
    formed the subject of royal comment.
    The King has said, influenced by
    these representations, that you are
    the most disreputable man in the
    three kingdoms, and a dishonor to
    your name and country.

Roderick begins to sputter.

         DUKE OF RUTLAND
    Hear me out, please.  It has been
    intimated to His Majesty that you
    had raised the American Company for
    the sole purpose of getting the
    young Viscount to command it, and so
    get rid of him.  And, further, that
    you had paid the very man in the
    company, who was ordered to dispatch
    him in the first general action.

         RODERICK
    Thus it is that my loyalty is
    rewarded, and my sacrifices in favor
    of my country viewed!

         DUKE OF RUTLAND
    As for your ambitious hopes
    regarding the Irish peerages, His
    Majesty has also let it be known
    that you have been led astray by
    that Lord Crabs, who likes to take
    money, but who has no more influence
    to get a coronet than to procure a
    Pope's tiara.  And, if you have it
    in mind to call upon Lord Crabs, you
    will be disappointed.  He left for
    the continent on Tuesday, and may be
    away for several months.

INT.  LORD WEST'S OFFICE - DAY

Roderick and Lord West.

         RODERICK
    I insist upon being allowed to
    appear before His Majesty and clear
    myself of the imputations against
    me, to point out my services to the
    government, and to ask when the
    reward, that had been promised me,
    the title held by my ancestors, is
    again to be revived in my person.

There is a sleepy coolness in the fat Lord West.  He hears
Roderick with half-shut eyes.  When he finishes his
violent speech, which he has made striding about the room,
Lord West opens one eye, smiles, and says:   

         LORD WEST
           (gently)
    Have you done, Mr. Cosgrove?

         RODERICK
    Yes!

         LORD WEST
    Well, Mr. Cosgrove, I'll answer you
    point by point.  The King is
    exceedingly averse to make peers, as
    you know.  Your claim, as you call
    them, have been laid before him, and
    His Majesty's gracious reply was,
    that you were the most impudent man
    in his dominions, and merited a
    halter, rather than a coronet.  As
    for withdrawing your support from
    us, you are perfectly welcome to
    carry yourself whithersoever you
    please.  And, now, as I have a great
    deal of occupation, perhaps you will
    do me the favor to retire, or tell
    me if there is anything else in the
    world in which I can oblige you.

So saying, Lord West raises his hand lazily to the bell,
and bows Roderick out.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - RODERICK'S STUDY - DAY

Roderick and his accountant going over the bills which he
has heaped on the table.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The news of His Majesty's disregard
    were not long in getting around,
    and, in a very short time, all the
    bills came down upon me together --
    all the bills I had been contracting
    for the years of my marriage.  I
    won't cite their amount; it was
    frightful.  I was bound up in an
    inextricable toil of bills and
    debts, or mortgages and insurances,
    and all the horrible evils attendant
    upon them.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - GROUNDS - DAY

Roderick walking alone.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Was it my own want of style, or my
    want of a fortune?  I know not.  Now
    I was arrived at the height of my
    ambition, but both my skill and my
    luck seemed to be deserting me.
    Everything I touched, crumbled in my
    hands; every speculation I had,
    failed; every agent I trusted,
    deceived me.  My income was saddled
    with hundreds of annuities, and
    thousands of lawyers' charges, and I
    felt the net drawing closer and
    closer around me, and no means to
    extricate myself from its toils.
    All my schemes had turned out
    failures.

INT.  LONDON GAMING CLUB - NIGHT

Roderick at the gaming table.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My wife's moody despondency made my
    house and home not over-pleasant;
    hence, I was driven a good deal
    abroad, where as play was the
    fashion in every club, tavern, and
    assembly, I, of course, was obliged
    to resume my old habit, and to
    commence as an amateur those games
    at which I was once unrivaled in
    Europe.

Roderick loses a large amount of money.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had a run of ill-luck at play, and
    was forced to meet my losses by the
    most shameful sacrifices to the
    money-lenders, and was compelled to
    borrow largely upon my wife's
    annuities, ensuring her ladyship's
    life, which was the condition for
    every loan against her property.

INT.  LONDON OFFICE - INSURANCE BROKER - DAY

Roderick and the broker.

         BROKER
    Your wife's life is as well known
    among the insurance societies in
    London, as any woman in Christendom,
    and, I'm sorry to say there is not
    one of them willing to place another
    policy against her ladyship's life.
    One of them even had the impudence
    to suggest that your treatment of
    the Countess did not render her life
    worth a year's purchase.

EXT.  STUD FARM - DAY

Roderick buying a horse.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    In the midst of my difficulties, I
    promised to buy a little horse for
    my dear little Patrick, which was to
    be a present for his eighth
    birthday, that was now coming on.  I
    may have had my faults, but no man
    shall dare to say of me that I was
    not a good and tender father.

Roderick admires the horse.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    It was a beautiful little animal,
    and stood me in a good sum.  I never
    regarded money for that dear child.

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

The horse kicks off one of the horse-boys who tries to
ride him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    But the horse was a bit wild, and he
    kicked off one of the horse-boys who
    rode him at first, and broke the
    lad's leg.

EXT.  ROAD - DAY

Roderick riding the horse.  The horse-boy lies in the back
of a wagon.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    But he was a beautiful animal and
    would make a fine horse for Patrick
    after he had a bit of breaking-in.

EXT.  ROAD - NEAR CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Roderick dismounts and gives the horse to one of the
horse-boys.

         RODERICK
    Timmy, take the injured lad to see
    the doctor, and then bring the horse
    to Doolan's farm, and tell him to
    break him in thoroughly.  Tell him
    it's for little Patrick, and that
    I'll be over to see him next week.

         HORSE-BOY
    Yes, sir.

         RODERICK
    One more thing, and listen well, I
    don't want little Patrick to know
    where the horse is being kept.  It's
    going to be surprise for his
    birthday.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Patrick rushes out to greet his father.

         PATRICK
    Hello, papa!

Roderick picks him up in his arms, and kisses him.

         PATRICK
    Did you buy the horse, papa?

         RODERICK
    Now, just have a little patience, my
    boy.  Your birthday isn't until next
    week.

         PATRICK
    But I will have it on my birthday,
    won't I?

         RODERICK
    Well, we'll just have to wait and
    see, won't we?

He walks up the steps holding Patrick, who hugs and kisses
him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My son, little Patrick Cosgrove, was
    a prince; his breeding and manners,
    even at his early age, showed him to
    be worthy of the two noble families
    from whom he was descended, and I
    don't know what high hopes I had for
    the boy, and indulged in a thousand
    fond anticipations as to his future
    success and figure in the world, but
    stern Fate had determined that I
    should leave none of my race behind
    me.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Roderick is drunk.  Patrick is brought in by his governor,
Hunt, to say good night.  His kisses his mother first,
then approaches Roderick.

         PATRICK
           (kissing him)
    Good night, papa.

         RODERICK
    Good night, my little darling.

         PATRICK
    Papa?

         RODERICK
    Yes?

         PATRICK
    One of the boys in the stable told
    Nelly that you've already bought my
    horse, and that it's at Doolan's
    farm, where Mick the groom is
    breaking it in.  Is that true, papa?

         RODERICK
           (angered)
    What the devil?  What kind of fools
    do we have here?  Pottle, who told
    the lad this story?

         HUNT
    I don't know, sir.

         PATRICK
    Then it's true!  It's true!  Oh,
    thank you, papa!  Thank you!

He hugs his father.

         COUNTESS
    Promise me, Patrick, that you will
    not ride the horse except in the
    company of your father.

         PATRICK
           (unconvincingly)
    I promise, mama.

         RODERICK
    I promise your lordship a good
    flogging if you even so much as go
    to Doolan's farm to see him.

         PATRICK
    Yes, papa.

INT.  RODERICK'S BEDROOM - DAY

Roderick is awakened by his valet and Hunt, the governor.

         RODERICK
    Yes...?

         VALET
    I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but
    Mr. Hunt has something important to
    tell you.

         RODERICK
    Yes?

         HUNT
    I think Master Patrick has disobeyed
    your orders and stolen off to
    Doolan's farm.  When I went to the
    lad's room this morning, his bed was
    empty.  One of the cooks said she
    saw him go away before daybreak.  He
    must have slipped through my room
    while I was asleep.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - STABLES - DAY

Roderick, in a rage, taking a great horse-whip, gallops
off after the child.

EXT.  ROAD - CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Roderick comes upon a sad procession of farmers, moaning
and howling, the black horse led by the hand, and, on a
door that some of them carry, little Patrick.  He lies in
his little boots and spurs, and his little coat of scarlet
and gold.  His face is quite white, and he smiles as he
holds a hand out to Roderick and says painfully:

         PATRICK
    You won't whip me, will you, papa?

Roderick bursts out into tears in reply.

INT.  PATRICK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Some doctors around the bed, Roderick and the Countess
anxiously waiting upon them.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The doctors were called, but what
    does a doctor avail in a contest
    with the grim, invincible enemy?
    Such as came could only confirm our
    despair by their account of the poor
    child's case.  His spine was
    injured, the lower half of him was
    dead when they laid him in bed at
    home.  The rest did not last long,
    God help me!  He remained yet for
    two days with us, and a sad comfort
    it was to think he was in no pain.

INT.  PATRICK'S BEDROOM - DAY

Roderick, Countess and Patrick.

         PATRICK
           (weakly)
    Papa, I beg you and mama to pardon
    me for any acts of disobedience I
    have been guilty of towards you.

         COUNTESS
           (weeping)
    Oh, my little angel, you have done
    nothing for which you need pardon.

         PATRICK
    Where is Brooksy?  I would like to
    see him.

         RODERICK
    Your bother is in America fighting
    the rebels.

         PATRICK
    Is he all right, papa?

         RODERICK
    Yes, he's fine.

         PATRICK
    Brooksy was better than you, papa,
    he used not to swear so, and he
    taught me many good things while you
    were away.

Patrick takes a hand of his mother and of Roderick, in
each of his little clammy ones.

         PATRICK
    I beg you not to quarrel so, but to
    love each other, so that we might
    meet again in heaven where Brooksy
    told me quarrelsome people never go.

His mother is much affected by these admonitions, and
Roderick is too.

Patrick gives Roderick a ring from his finger, and a
locket to his mother.

He says that these gifts are so that they will not forget
him.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    At last, after two days, he died.
    There he lay, the hope of my family,
    the pride of my manhood, the link
    which kept me and my Lady Cosgrove
    together.

EXT.  CHURCH - GRAVEYARD - DAY

Funeral.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I won't tell you with what splendor
    we buried him, but what avail are
    undertakers' feathers and heralds'
    trumpery.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - STABLE - DAY

Roderick enters the stable and, after a few seconds, we
hear a pistol shot.  He exits rapidly, the smoking pistol
still in his hand.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - VARIOUS - DAY AND NIGHT

The Countess:  Praying.  Waking up screaming.  Fits of
crying.  Severely depressed.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Lady Cosgrove, always vaporish and
    nervous, after our blessed boy's
    catastrophe, became more agitated
    than ever, and plunged into devotion
    with so much fervor that you would
    have fancied her almost distracted
    at times.

Countess sees visions.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She imagined she saw visions.  She
    said an angel from heaven told her
    that Patrick's death was a
    punishment to her for her neglect of
    her firstborn.  Then she would
    declare that Brookside was dead.

INT.  RODERICK'S STUDY - DAY

Roderick and his accountant.  Bills, bills, bills.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    By now, my financial affairs were
    near to ruin.  I could not get a
    guinea from any money-dealer in
    London.  Our rents were in the hands
    of receivers by this time, and it
    was as much as I could do to get
    enough money from the rascals to pay
    my wine-merchants their bills.  Our
    property was hampered, and often as
    I applied to my lawyers and agents
    for money, would come a reply
    demanding money of me for debts and
    pretended claims which the rapacious
    rascals said they had on me.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Mother arrives.  Roderick greets her.  Servants unload her
bags.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My mother was the only person who,
    in my misfortune, remained faithful
    to me -- indeed, she has always
    spoken of me in my true light, as a
    martyr to the rascality of others,
    and a victim of my own generous and
    confiding temper.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Mother supervising kitchen staff.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She was an invaluable person to me
    in my house, which would have been
    at rack and ruin before, but for her
    spirit of order and management and
    her excellent economy in the
    government of my rapidly dwindling
    household staff.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - GARDEN - DAY

Roderick and his mother.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    If anything could have saved me from
    the consequences of villainy in
    others, it would have been the
    admirable prudence of that worthy
    creature.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT

Action as per voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    She never went to bed until all the
    house was quiet and all the candles
    out; you may fancy that this was a
    matter of some difficulty with a man
    of my habits who had commonly a
    dozen of jovial fellows to drink
    with me every night, and who
    seldom, for my part, went to bed
    sober.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - RODERICK'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Actions as per voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Many and many a night, when I was
    unconscious of her attention, has
    that good soul pulled my boots off,
    and seen me laid by my servants snug
    in bed, and carried off the candle
    herself...

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - RODERICK'S BEDROOM - DAY

Action as per voice over.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    ... and been the first in the
    morning, too, to bring me my drink
    of small beer.  It was my mother's
    pride that I could drink more than
    any man in the country.

INT.  RODERICK'S STUDY - NIGHT

Roderick and his mother holding a letter before a fire,
which slowly brings out the writing in lemon juice between
the widely-spaced lines of directions to her milliner.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My mother discovered that always,
    before my lady-wife chose to write
    letters to her milliner, she had
    need of lemons to make her drink, as
    she said, and this fact, being
    mentioned to me, kind of set me
    a-thinking.

         RODERICK
           (reading letter
            aloud)
    "This day, three years ago, my last
    hope and pleasure in life was taken
    from me, and my dear child was
    called to Heaven.  Where is his
    neglected brother, whom I suffered
    to grow up unheeded by my side, and
    whom the tyranny of the monster to
    whom I am united drove to exile,
    and, perhaps to death?  I pray the
    child is still alive and safe.
    Charles Brookside!  Come to the aide
    of a wretched mother, who
    acknowledges her crime, her coldness
    towards you, and now bitterly pays
    for her error!  What sufferings,
    what humiliations have I had to
    endure!  I am a prisoner in my own
    halls.  I should fear poison, but
    then I know the wretch has a sordid
    interest in keeping me alive, and
    that my death would be the signal
    for his ruin.  But I dare not stir
    without my odious, hideous, vulgar
    gaoler, the horrid Irish woman, who
    purses my every step.  I am locked
    into my chamber at night, like a
    felon, and only suffered to leave it
    when ordered into the presence of my
    lord, to be present at his orgies
    with his boon-companions, and to
    hear his odious converse as he
    lapses into the disgusting madness
    of intoxication."

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Roderick, and the Countess and mother, at a silent dinner.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    It was not possible to recover the
    name for whom the note was intended,
    but it was clear that, to add to all
    my perplexities, three years after
    my poor child's death, my wife,
    whose vagaries of temper and wayward
    follies I had borne with for twelve
    years, wanted to leave me.  I
    decided it best not to reveal to her
    ladyship our discovery, that we
    might still intercept and uncover
    further schemes with might be afoot.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - VARIOUS - DAY AND NIGHT

A few cuts showing Mother keeping an eye on the Countess.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    Yet I was bound to be on my guard
    that she should not give me the
    slip.  Had she left me, I was ruined
    the next day.  I set my mother to
    keep sharp watch over the moods of
    her ladyship, and you may be sure
    that her assistance and surveillance
    were invaluable to me.  If I had
    paid twenty spies to watch her lady,
    I should not have been half so well
    served as by the disinterested care
    and watchfulness of my excellent
    mother.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - GARDENS - DAY

Roderick walking with the Countess.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My Lady Cosgrove's relationship with
    me was a singular one.  Her life was
    passed in a series of crack-brained
    sort of alternation between love and
    hatred for me.  We would quarrel for
    a fortnight, then we should be
    friends for a month together
    sometimes.  One day, I was joking
    her, and asking her whether she
    would take the water again, whether
    she had found another lover, and so
    forth.  She suddenly burst out into
    tears, and, after a while, said to
    me:

         COUNTESS
    Roderick, you know well enough that
    I have never loved but you!  Was I
    ever so wretched that a kind word
    from you did not make me happy?
    Ever so angry, but the least offer
    of good-will on your part did not
    bring me to your side?  Did I not
    give a sufficient proof of my
    affection for you in bestowing one
    of the finest fortunes of England
    upon you?  Have I repined or rebuked
    you for the way you have wasted it?
    No, I loved you too much and too
    fondly; I have always loved you.
    From the first moment I saw you, I
    saw your bad qualities, and trembled
    at your violence; but I could not
    help loving you.  I married you,
    though I knew I was sealing my own
    fate in doing so, and in spite of
    reason and duty.  What sacrifice do
    you want from me?  I am ready to
    make any, so you will but love me,
    or, if not, that at least, you will
    gently us me.

Roderick kisses her.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I was in a particularly good humor
    that day, and we had a sort of
    reconciliation.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - NIGHT

Roderick and his mother.

         MOTHER
    Depend on it, artful hussy has some
    other scheme in her head now.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    The old lady was right, and I
    swallowed the bait which her
    ladyship had prepared to entrap me
    as simply as any gudgeon takes a
    hook.

EXT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Arrival of Mr. Newcombe, the money-broker.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I had hired a money-broker
    especially to find some means of my
    making a loan.  After several months
    without success, it was with some
    considerable interest that I
    received his visit.

INT.  RODERICK'S STUDY - DAY

Roderick and the money-broker, Mr. Newcombe.

         NEWCOMBE
    I have good news for you, Mr.
    Cosgrove.  The firm of Bracegirdle
    and Chatwick, in the city of London,
    are prepared to lend you 20,000
    pounds, pledged against your
    interest in the Edric mines.  They
    will redeem the encumbrances against
    the property, which amount to some
    10,000 pounds, and take a twenty-
    year working lease on the mines.
    They will lend you the 20,000 pounds
    against the lease income,
    which they will apply to the loan as
    it comes in, and they will make a
    charge of 18% per annum interest on
    the outstanding loan balance.

         RODERICK
    Mr. Newcombe, I have made some
    difficult loans during the past few
    years, at very onerous terms, but
    18% a year interest seems very stiff
    indeed.

         NEWCOMBE
    Considering your financial
    circumstances, Mr. Cosgrove, it has
    been impossible to find anyone at
    all prepared to do any business with
    you.  I think you may count yourself
    lucky to have this opportunity.
    But, obviously, if you would reject
    this offer, I shall keep trying to
    find a better one.

         RODERICK
           (after a pause)
    I am prepared to accept the terms,
    Mr. Newcombe.

         NEWCOMBE
    There are a few other points we
    should discuss.  The loan agreement
    can only be executed by her
    ladyship's signature, and provided
    that Bracegirdle and Chatwick can be
    assured of her ladyship's freewill
    in giving her signature.

         RODERICK
    Provided that they can be assured of
    her ladyship's freewill?  Are you
    serious?

         NEWCOMBE
    May I be quite frank with you?

         RODERICK
    Yes, of course.

         NEWCOMBE
    Mister Bracegirdle said to me that
    he had heard her ladyship lives in
    some fear of her life, and meditated
    a separation, in which case, she
    might later repudiate any documents
    signed by herself while in durance,
    and subject them, at any rate, to a
    doubtful and expensive litigation.
    They were quite insistent on this
    point, and said they must have
    absolute assurance of her ladyship's
    perfect freewill in the transaction
    before they would advance a shilling
    of their capital.

         RODERICK
    I see.

         NEWCOMBE
    When I asked them in what form they
    would accept her ladyship's
    assurances, they said that they were
    only prepared to accept them if her
    ladyship confirms her written
    consent by word of mouth, in their
    presence, at their counting-house in
    Birchin Lane, London.  I requested
    they come here, and save her
    ladyship and yourself the
    inconvenience of the trip to London,
    but they declined, saying that they
    did not wish to incur the risk of a
    visit to Castle Hackton to
    negotiate, as they were aware of how
    other respectable parties, such as
    Messrs. Sharp and Salomon had been
    treated here.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Roderick and his mother.

         MOTHER
    Depend on it, there is some
    artifice.  When once you get into
    that wicked town, you are not safe.
    There are scores of writs out
    against you for debt.  If you are
    taken in London, and thrown into
    prison, your case is hopeless.

         RODERICK
    Mother dear, we are now living off
    our own beef and mutton.  We have to
    watch Lady Cosgrove within and the
    bailiffs without.  There are certain
    situations in which people cannot
    dictate their own terms; and faith,
    we are so pressed now for money,
    that I would sign a bond with old
    Nick himself, if he would provide a
    good round sum.  With this money, we
    can settle our principal debts and
    make a fresh start.

         MOTHER
    Roderick, you must listen to me.  As
    soon as they have you in London,
    they will get the better of my poor
    innocent lad; and the first thing
    that I shall hear of you will be
    that you are in trouble.  You will
    be a victim of your own generous and
    confiding nature.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - COUNTESS' BEDROOM

Roderick and the Countess.

         COUNTESS
    Why go, Roderick?  I am happy here,
    as long as you are kind to me, as
    you now are.  We can't appear in
    London as we ought; the little money
    you will get will be spent, like all
    the rest has been.  Let us stay here
    and be content.

She takes his hand and kisses it.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - DAY

Mother and Roderick.

         MOTHER
    Humph!  I believe she is at the
    bottom of it -- the wicked schemer.

EXT.  COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

Roderick's carriage moving along.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    We did not start in state, you may
    be sure.  We did not let the country
    know we were going, or leave notice
    of adieu with our neighbors.  The
    famous Mr. James Cosgrove and his
    noble wife traveled in a hack-
    chaise and pair.

INT.  COACH - DAY

The Countess lays her head on Roderick's shoulder and
smiles.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    When a man is going to the devil,
    how easy and pleasant a journey it
    is!  The thought of the money quite
    put me in a good humor, and my wife,
    as she lay on my shoulder in the
    post-chaise, going to London, said
    it was the happiest ride she had
    taken since our marriage.

EXT.  INN - DUSK

The carriage stops and they disembark.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    One night we stayed at Reading.

INT.  INN - NIGHT

Roderick and his wife at dinner.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    My lady and I agreed that, with the
    money, we would go to France, and
    wait there for better times, and
    that night, over our supper, formed
    a score of plans both for pleasure
    and retrenchment.  You would have
    thought it was Darby and Joan
    together over their supper.

INT.  BEDROOM - NIGHT

Roderick and his wife making love.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    O woman!  Woman!  When I recollect
    Lady Cosgrove's smiles and
    blandishments, how happy she seemed
    to be on that night!  What an air of
    innocent confidence appeared in her
    behavior, and what affectionate
    names she called me!  I am lost in
    wonder at the depth of her
    hypocrisy.  Who can be surprised
    that an unsuspecting person like
    myself should have been a victim to
    such a consummate deceiver?

EXT.  GRAY'S INN OFFICE - DAY

The coach drives up.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    We were in London at three o'clock,
    an half-an-hour before the time
    appointed.

INT.  STAIRCASE - DAY

Roderick and the Countess looking for the office.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I easily found out Mr. Tapewell's
    apartment:  a gloomy den it was, and
    in an unlucky hour, I entered it.

They climb up dirty backstairs, lit by a feeble lamp, and
the dim sky of a dismal London afternoon.

The Countess seems agitated and faint.

When they get to the door, she stops in front of it.

         COUNTESS
    Roderick -- don't go in.  I am sure
    there is danger.  There's time yet,
    let us go back -- anywhere!

The Countess has put herself before the door in a
theatrical attitude and takes Roderick's hand.

He pushes her away to one side.

         RODERICK
    Lady Cosgrove, you are an old fool.

         COUNTESS
    Old fool!

She jumps at the bell, which is quickly answered by a
moldy-looking gentleman in an unpowered wig.

         COUNTESS
    Say Lady Cosgrove is here!

She stalks down the passage, muttering:  "Old Fool."

INT.  MR. TAPEWELL'S OFFICE - DAY

Tapewell is in his musty room, surrounded by his
parchments and tin boxes.

He advances and bows, begs her ladyship to be seated, and
points towards a chair for Roderick, which he takes,
rather wondering at the lawyer's insolence.

The lawyer retreats to a side-door, saying he will be back
in a moment.

In the next moment, he reenters, bringing with him another
layer, six constables in red waist-coats, with bludgeons
and pistols, and Lord Brookside.

Lady Cosgrove flings herself into the arms of her son,
crying and whimpering and calling him her savior, her
preserver, her gallant knight.

Then, turning to Roderick, she pours out a flood of
invective which quite astonishes him.

         COUNTESS
    Oh fool as I am, I have outwitted
    the most crafty and treacherous
    monster under the sun.  Yes, I was a
    fool when I married you, and gave up
    other and nobler hearts for your
    sake -- yes, I was a fool when I
    forgot my name and lineage to unite
    myself with a base-born adventurer
    -- a fool to bear, without repining,
    the most monstrous tyranny that ever
    woman suffered; to allow my property
    to be squandered; to see women as
    base and low-born as yourself...

         TAPEWELL
    For heaven's sake, be calm.

Tapewell bounds back behind the constables, seeing a
threatening look in Roderick's eye.

The Countess continues in a strain of incoherent fury,
screaming against Roderick, and against his mother, and
always beginning and ending the sentence with the word
"fool."

         RODERICK
    You didn't tell all, my lady -- I
    said "old" fool.

         BROOKSIDE
    I have no doubt that you said and
    did, sir, everything that a
    blackguard could say or do.  This
    lady is now safe under the
    protection of her relations and the
    law, and need fear your infamous
    persecutions no longer.

         RODERICK
    But you are not safe, and as sure as
    I am a man of honor, I will have
    your heart's blood.

         TAPEWELL
    Take down his words, constables;
    swear the peace against him.

         BROOKSIDE
    I would not sully my sword with the
    blood of such a ruffian.  If the
    scoundrel remains in London another
    day, he will be seized as a common
    swindler.

         RODERICK
    Where's the man who will seize me?

He draws his sword, placing his back to the door.

         RODERICK
    Let the scoundrel come!  You -- you
    cowardly braggart, come first, if
    you have the soul of a man!

The Countess and the bailiffs move away.

         TAPEWELL
    We are not going to seize you!  My
    dear sir, we don't wish to seize
    you; we will give you a handsome sum
    to leave the country, only leave her
    ladyship in peace.

         BROOKSIDE
    And the country will be rid of such
    a villain.

As Brookside says this, he backs into the next room.

The lawyer follows him, leaving Roderick alone in the
company of the constables who are all armed to the teeth.

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I was no longer the man I was at
    twenty, when I should have charged
    the ruffians, sword in hand, and
    sent at least one of them to his
    account.  I was broken in spirit,
    regularly caught in the toils,
    utterly baffled and beaten by that
    woman.  Was she relenting at the
    door, when she paused and begged me
    to turn back?  Had she not a
    lingering love for me still?  Her
    conduct showed it, as I came to
    reflect on it.  It was my only
    chance now left in the world, so I
    put down my sword upon the lawyers
    desk.

Roderick puts his sword down on the lawyer's desk.

         RODERICK
    Gentlemen, I shall have no violence;
    you may tell Mr. Tapewell I am quite
    ready to speak with him when he is
    at leisure.

Roderick sits down and folds his arms quite peaceably.

EXT.  COFFEE HOUSE - NEAR GRAY'S INN - DAY

INT.  RODERICK'S ROOM IN COFFEE HOUSE - DAY

         RODERICK (V.O.)
    I was instructed to take a lodging
    for the night in a coffee house near
    Gray's Inn, and anxiously expected a
    visit from Mr. Tapewell.

Tapewell talking to Roderick.

         TAPEWELL
    I have been authorized by Lady
    Cosgrove and her advisors to pay you
    an annuity of 300 pounds a year,
    specifically on the condition of you
    remaining abroad out of the three
    kingdoms, and to be stopped on the
    instant of your return.  I advise
    you to accept it without delay for
    you know, as well as I do, that your
    stay in London will infallibly
    plunge you in gaol, as there are
    innumerable writs taken out against
    you here and in the west of England,
    and that your credit is so blown
    upon that you could not hope to
    raise a shilling.  I will leave you
    the night to consider this proposal,
    but if you refuse, the family will
    proceed against you in London, and
    have you arrested.  If you accede, a
    quarter salary will be paid to you
    at any foreign port you should
    prefer.

         RODERICK
    Mr. Tapewell, I do not require a
    night to consider this proposal.
    What other choice has a poor, lonely
    and broken-hearted man?  I shall
    take the annuity, and leave the
    country.

         MR. TAPEWELL
    I am very glad to hear that you have
    come to this decision, Mr. Cosgrove.
    I think you are very wise.

There is a knock at the door and Roderick opens it.
Brookside enters with four constables armed with pistols.

The dialogue for this scene has to be written.

Brookside has gone against the bargain, and has decided to
have Roderick arrested upon one of the many writs out
against him for debt.

Mr. Tapewell is surprised and complains weakly that
Brookside is acting in bad faith.

Brookside brushes aside his objections.

Roderick is defeated, and meekly sits down in a chair.

The following lines are read over Roderick being shackled
and led out of the room.

         NARRATOR
    Mr. James Cosgrove's personal
    narrative finishes here, for the
    hand of death interrupted the
    ingenious author soon after the
    period which this memoir was
    compiled, after he had lived
    nineteen years an inmate of the
    Fleet Prison, where the prison
    records state he died of delirium
    tremens.

EXT.  FLEET PRISON - DAY

His mother, now very old and hobbled with arthritis,
enters the prison, carrying a basket on her arm.

         NARRATOR
    His faithful old mother joined him
    in his lonely exile, and had a
    bedroom in Fleet Market over the
    way.  She would come and stay the
    whole day with him in prison
    working.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - COUNTESS' STUDY

Signing a payment draft, the Countess sighs and gazes out
of the large window.

         NARRATOR
    The Countess was never out of love
    with her husband, and, as long as
    she lived, James enjoyed his income
    of 300 pounds per year and was,
    perhaps, as happy in prison, as at
    any period of his existence.

INT.  CASTLE HACKTON - STUDY - DAY

Brookside tearing up the payment draft presented to him by
his accountant.

         NARRATOR
    When her ladyship died, her son
    sternly cut off the annuity,
    devoting the sum to charities,
    which, he said, would make a nobler
    use of it than the scoundrel who had
    enjoyed it hitherto.

INT.  FLEET PRISON - DAY

Roderick, now grey-haired, blacking boots.

         NARRATOR
    When the famous character lost his
    income, his spirit entirely failed.
    He was removed into the pauper's
    ward, where he was known to black
    boots for wealthier prisoners, and
    where he was detected in stealing a
    tobacco box.

INT.  FLEET PRISON - DAY

Roderick and his mother.  Action as per voice over.

         NARRATOR
    His mother attained a prodigious old
    age, and the inhabitants of the
    place in her time can record, with
    accuracy, the daily disputes which
    used to take place between mother
    and son, until the latter, from
    habits of intoxication, falling into
    a state of almost imbecility, was
    tended by his tough old parent as a
    baby almost, and would cry if
    deprived of his necessary glass of
    brandy.

TITLE CARD

    It was in the reign of George III
    that the above-named personages
    lived and quarreled; good or bad,
    handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they
    are all equal now.

                         FADE OUT.

         THE END




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