Split & Resynck: Xenzai[NEF]
What can you say about a 25-year-old girl who died?
That she was beautiful and brilliant?
That she loved Mozart and Bach?
The Beatles?
And me?
- Do you have this book? - You have your own library.
- Answer my question. - Answer mine first.
We're allowed to use the Radcliffe library.
I'm not talking legality, I'm talking ethics.
Harvard's got five million books, Radcliffe a few thousand.
I only want one. I've got an hour exam tomorrow, damn it!
Please watch your profanity, preppy.
Why do you think I went to prep school?
- You look stupid and rich. - Actually, I'm smart and poor.
No, I'm smart and poor.
- Why are you so smart? - I won't have coffee with you.
- I wouldn't ask you. - That's what makes you stupid.
Comp. Lit. 105. Not bad.
Music 150. Not bad. Music 201, that's a graduate course.
- Renaissance polyphony. - What's polyphony?
Nothing sexual, preppy.
I told you, my name is Oliver.
- First or last? - First.
- Oliver what? - Barrett.
- Barrett like the poet? - Yeah, no relation.
- Barrett like the hall? - Yes.
I'm having coffee with a Harvard building.
I'm not Barrett Hall. My great grandfather just gave it to Harvard.
So his not-so-great grandson could get in?
If you think I'm a loser, why did you bulldoze me into buying you coffee?
I like your body.
- I major in Social Studies. - It doesn't show.
- It's an honours programme. - I know you've got a few brains.
- Really? - You're hung up on me, aren't you?
- Jenny? - Yeah?
Listen, you Radcliffe bitch. There's a hockey game on Friday.
- So? - I want you to come.
Why would I go to a lousy hockey game?
- Because I'm playing. - For which side?
Two minutes for number seven. Holding.
Penalty. Barrett, Harvard. Two minutes. Holding.
Why are you here when your friends are playing?
I'm in the penalty box.
- What did you do? - I tried too hard.
- Is that a big disgrace? - I'm trying to concentrate.
- On what? - On how I'll total that bastard.
Come on, Harvard, let's go!
Are you a dirty player? Would you ever total me?
- I will right now if you don't shut up. - I'm leaving. Goodbye.
Barrett back in the game. Harvard have full strength.
And a goal. Ackerman. Assist, Barrett.
- Now I've seen a hockey game. - What did you like best?
- When you were on your ass. - Thanks for coming.
I didn't say you could kiss me.
- I was carried away. - I wasn't.
I may not call you for a few months,
or I might call you when I get back to my room.
- Bastard. - You can dish it out, but not take it.
- Hello, animals. - Hey, Ollie.
- What did you get? - An assist.
- Off Cavilleri? - None of your business.
- I'm your roommate! - Has Barrett got a new goodie?
Jenny Cavilleri. It's a music type from Rhode Island.
- I know her. Real tight-ass. - Plays piano for the Bach Society.
- What does she play with Barrett? - Probably hard to get.
Simpson. Up yours.
That proves it.
Hello, Jen?
What would you say if I told you... I think I'm in love with you?
Never say "love" if you don't mean it. You're a known quantity.
Meaning?
You're known for quantity. At Radcliffe, every hall is Barrett Hall.
- You've been checking up on me. - I won't dine outdoors with anybody.
- Am I just anybody? - What do you think, preppy?
You'll have to fend for yourself this weekend.
I'll be mixing it up with Francis LaPierre.
- Very funny. - Are you jealous?
He's the captain of the Cornell hockey team.
You've been reading the sports page.
I wouldn't mind watching you play against Cornell.
No. I'll be involved.
Oh, yeah. The All-Ivy title.
- More than the All-Ivy title? - A lot more.
Cornell goal. Score tied, 3-3.
Come on, man! Quit!
I'll kick your ass back to Montreal!
Get up!
You're out of the game, Barrett. Come on!
- Je vais te casser la gueule! - I'll break yours before mine!
Come on, Barrett, get off the ice!
You Montreal faggots!
What? Francis LaPierre started the fight!
- Get in! - Come on!
Five minutes for number seven. Fight.
Penalty. Barrett, Harvard. Five minutes for fighting.
You probably want a steak, son.
No, thanks. The doctor took care of it.
I meant for your stomach, Oliver.
- I'm supposed to eat with the team. - Oh, that's fine.
- Does your face hurt? - No, sir.
- Jack Wells should take a look at it. - That's not necessary.
- Jack's a specialist. - It's nothing special.
- My car's there. Can I give you a lift? - I'll walk you to your car.
Have you heard from the Law School?
I haven't exactly decided on the Law School.
I was merely asking if the Law School had decided on you.
- No. - There really isn't any doubt.
- About what? - The school needs good men like you.
- They haven't got a hockey team. - You have other qualities, Oliver.
I'm sorry you had to see Harvard lose.
I came to see you play.
The Dean of the school is an old classmate...
That's very nice, sir.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye, sir.
- Give my best to Mother. - Yes, I will.
Briggs Hall. Sandy Davidson.
Jennifer Cavilleri.
You have a call. She's in the downstairs phone booth.
- Where is that? - Around the corner.
Would you please... For God's sake, Phil!
Yes. Yeah, yeah, for the million-and-oneth time, yeah!
Absolutely! Oh, I love you, too, Phil.
Yeah, I love you, too.
Goodbye.
- What happened? You look terrible. - I'm injured.
Did you make the other guy look worse?
I always make the other guy look worse.
- Jenny? - Yeah?
- Who's Phil? - My father.
You call your father Phil?
- It's his name, what do you call yours? - Son-of-a-bitch.
- To his face? - I never see his face.
- Why? Does he wear a mask? - In a way.
He must be proud. You're a Harvard jock.
- So was he. - Bigger than All-Ivy?
He rowed single sculls in the 1928 Olympics.
- Did he win? - No.
- Then why is he a son-of-a-bitch? - He leans on me.
- He makes me do the right things. - So?
I don't like to have to put out X amount of achievement every term.
You hate making the Dean's list and being All-Ivy!
He expects no less, and when I come through, he is so indifferent.
- Ridiculous! - And what did he say after the game?
He went all that way to watch you play?
After I was nearly massacred by the wild Canadian hordes,
do you know what he said to his son?
- Whores in Ithaca? - "I know the Dean of the Law School."
What did you expect him to say? "How is your sex life?"
- Whose side are you on? - I didn't know it was a war.
- You don't understand. - More than you wish I did.
Did the son-of-a-bitch at least get lousy grades?
- He was a Rhodes scholar. - There's a problem of overachievement.
- Forget about it. There's no problem. - Right.
Do I call my father on the phone? Do I say, "l love you, Phil?"
- No. - There you are.
And do you know why? Because his name is Oliver.
The great Barrett Hall. Don't you salute when you pass it?
- It's ugly. I've never been inside. - That's a mature attitude.
It's not easy living with history.
- How many have to cope with that? - I could name two.
Thanks.
Must you play music while we study?
I'm studying the music. It's called "Analysis of Form".
Yeah...
You'll flunk if you just stare at me.
- I'm not. I'm studying. - Bullshit. You're looking at my legs.
- You're not that great looking. - I can't help if you think so.
- Let's change the subject. - I wasn't aware there was one.
You think that I wanted to make love to you.
- But I'm not interested. - Then we've got one thing in common.
I'm tired of playing your game. You are a supreme Radcliffe smart-ass.
The best. You put down anything in pants.
But verbal volleyball is not my idea of a relationship.
If that's what you think it's all about, go back to your music waltz.
I think you're scared. You put up a wall to keep from getting hurt,
but it also keeps you from getting touched.
It's a risk, isn't it, Jenny?
At least I had the guts to admit what I felt.
Some day you'll have to come up with the courage to admit that you care.
I care.
- Would your priest like this? - I don't have one.
- Aren't you a good Catholic girl? - Well, I'm a girl...
...and I'm good, right?
So that's two out of three.
- Why do you wear it? - It was my mother's.
Why did you leave the Church?
I don't know. I never really joined.
I never thought there was another world better than this one.
What could be better than Mozart?
Or Bach?
Or you?
Jenny?
I'm up there with Bach and Mozart?
And The Beatles.
- Let me sack in your couch. - How come?
- Barrett. - Who's the guest of honour?
- Cavilleri. - Again? Still?
Barrett's slipping.
It's amazing.
I'm really studying.
- I'm studying. - Sorry.
Oliver?
I love you.
You were great.
- You know nothing about music. - I know enough.
Wise up, would you please, Barrett? I wasn't great or All-Ivy, just OK. OK?
OK.
- I mean you should keep at it. - Who said I won't?
I'm going to study with Nadia Boulanger.
Who?
Next year. I have a scholarship in Paris.
Paris?
Yeah, I've never been to Europe. I can hardly wait.
- How long have you known? - It's inevitable.
What is?
That we'll separate. You'll go to Law School.
- What are you talking about? - You're a millionaire, I'm a social zero.
What do you mean? We're together, we're happy.
Harvard is like a bag full of toys, but when the holiday is over,
you have to go back where you belong.
- Back to bake cookies? - Pastries. Don't make fun of my father.
Then don't leave me, Jenny!
Please.
What about my scholarship and Paris, which I've never seen?
- What about our marriage? - Who said anything about marriage?
I'm saying it, now.
You want to marry me?
Yeah.
Why?
Because.
That's a good reason.
- You're driving like a maniac. - Everybody does in Boston.
You'll kill us before your parents can murder us.
- My parents will love you. - Even the son-of-a-bitch?
Of course. Where is the old Radcliffe confidence?
- Back at Radcliffe. - It's going to be OK, Jenny.
- What did you say on the phone? - Just that I'd drop by.
- Very casual, huh? - Yeah, right.
How often do you visit during a term?
- Never. - Oh, that's casual...
Holy shit!
Stop, Oliver. No kidding, stop the car.
I didn't think it would be like this.
- Like what? - I mean, like this rich.
- This is too much for me. - Don't worry. lt'll be a breeze.
Yeah, but why do I wish my name were Abigail Adams or Wendy Wasp?
Don't be scared.
- Aren't you? - No.
- So far, so good. - That's not saying much.
- Your hand is cold. - So is yours.
- Let's get away from here. - Master Oliver! Hello!
Hello, Florence. This is Jenny.
"Master"? I always knew you had slaves.
Let me take your wrap. Your parents are in the drawing room.
Thank you, Florence.
Half the buildings of Harvard are hanging there.
Oh, it's nothing.
You're related to the Sewall Boat House?
Yes, I come from a long line of wood and stone.
Hello there.
- I'd like you to meet Jennifer Calaveri. - Cavilleri.
- As in "Cavalleria Rusticana"? - Right. No relation.
- Hello, Mum. - Hello, darling.
Nice to meet you. How are you, son?
Fine, sir, fine.
Please sit down and make yourself at home.
We'll have to go soon.
Why are you so uncomfortable with your parents?
- Why did you want to leave at once? - I didn't like how they treated you.
"What is it your parents are in?"
- What is it your people are in? - My father bakes cookies.
- What's the name of the firm? - Phil's Bake Shop.
- Of Cranston, Rhode Island. - How interesting...
- So your people are from Cranston? - Mostly. My mother is from Fall River.
- The Barretts have mills in Fall River. - Where they exploited the poor.
In the 19th century.
When you inherit, you can give all our money back.
That's what the philosopher Saint-Simon advocated.
In the 18th century.
- It's late. - Aren't you staying for dinner?
- Yes. - No. I have to get back.
You're staying for dinner and that's an order.
Everything is an order, a directive, a command.
Where is your sense of humour?
In school, he used to send me memos.
Memos! Don't you find that odd?
I find it rather cute.
Have you heard from Law School?
- Not yet. - He'll get in. Who's better than Oliver?
I agree. He'll graduate with honours.
He's always done well in school. At Exeter, he was...
It doesn't mean a thing. I'm just one of many trying to get in.
- I could give Price Zimmermann a ring. - No! I mean, please don't, sir.
Just to find out if he knows.
I want to get my letter with everyone else. Please.
- He was only trying to be helpful. - I don't need that kind of help.
- OK. - No, it's not OK.
He's not going to be satisfied until he cuts them off.
What you wouldn't like to be cut off.
Oh... Well, we've got to take care of those.
- Take care. - Get there a minute later, but get there.
- You really like to bug your father. - The feeling is mutual.
You wouldn't stop at anything to get to him.
It's impossible to get to Oliver Barrett lll.
Unless maybe if you marry Jennifer Cavilleri?
- Is that what you think? - Yes, it's part of it.
You don't believe I love you?
Yes, but you also love my negative social status.
No.
I can't pass judgement. I just think so.
I love not only you, but also your name and your numeral.
After all, it's part of what you are.
- Oh, how can you do it? - What?
How can you see me and still love me?
That's what it's about, preppy.
- How are you, son? - I'm OK, sir.
Did you hear from Law School?
- Yes. I called you, remember? - Yes. Congratulations.
- You'll be on the Supreme Court. - I may just chase ambulances.
Fine. How's Raymond?
He's fine. Got into OCS.
Army? That's good.
That's bad.
You haven't mentioned Jennifer.
What is there to say? You're presenting us with a fait accompli.
- But what did you think? - She's absolutely charming.
With her background, to get to Radcliffe is...
- Get to the point! - It doesn't concern her, but you.
Your rebellion. And you are rebelling.
I fail...
I fail to see how marrying a brilliant Radcliffe girl constitutes rebellion.
She's not some crazy hippie.
She's not many things.
What irks you most, that she's Catholic or poor?
- What attracts you most? - I'm leaving.
Don't go off half-cocked. I would only ask that you wait a bit.
Define "bit".
Finish Law School. If it's real, it'll stand the test of time.
It is real, but why should I put it through a test?
- I'm asking you. - You're commanding me!
If you marry her now, I'll not give you the time of day.
Father, you don't know the time of day!
We're looking forward to having you with us.
Me too, Dean Thompson.
- Something has come up. - A change of heart?
No, I'm still set on Law School, but...
I'm going to need a scholarship.
- Really? - That's why I'm here.
That's rather curious, considering your background.
- I'm not his son anymore. - I beg your pardon?
We have had a misunderstanding. It's a parting of the ways.
- This is very unfortunate, Mr Barrett. - I'm not exactly jumping for joy.
We have many entering students in far worse straits than you.
What's worse than destitution? I'm getting married next month.
We'll work all summer, and then Jenny will teach in a private school.
That's a living, but not tuition. Your tuition is pretty steep.
Yes.
I need a scholarship. I have already been accepted.
- I don't have any money. - You have a millionaire father.
Had. Why should I be penalised just because I was related to a rich man?
Mr Barrett, I don't think that this office should enter into a family quarrel.
- A rather distressing one, at that. - I see. Thank you.
Perhaps at mid-year's.
Thank you. You've been very generous with your time.
- We just passed my junior high school. - I can't believe he liked my poverty.
He did! Now you've got something in common.
God, when I first told him Oliver Barrett...
- Yeah? - He couldn't believe it.
He reminded me of the Eleventh Commandment.
- Eleventh? - "Do not bullshit thy father."
Any other commandments I should know?
Yeah. "Stay loose."
- So is he for it? Does he approve? - What do you think?
- I won't allow it, do you get me? - You're tilting at windmills, Phil.
Stop calling his father a windmill. He's a distinguished citizen...
- Mr Cavilleri... - Phil.
- I'll call his goddamn father. - It won't do any good, goddammit!
- Don't use profanity in this house. - You do.
- What will he think? - That you've gone mad.
Because I won't allow a parent to reject a child?
- Mr Cavilleri... - Phil.
Phil, sir... I reject him, too!
Don't talk like that. A father's love is something to cherish and respect.
- It's a rare thing. - Especially in my family.
- Let's get him on the phone. - We have this cold line.
He'll thaw and melt. Believe me, when it's time to go to church...
Let's get him on the phone.
- Please, Phil. - What?
About the church bit...
Well, we're kind of negative on it.
I didn't necessarily mean the Catholic Church.
You know that Jennifer is Catholic? She may have told you that.
And her sainted mother always dreamed of
the whole mass rigmarole, but you're...
But God would bless this union in any church.
- Phil? - Yeah?
- About the God bit. - Yeah?
- We're sort of negative about that, too. - About God?
- About anybody's God? - Neither of us believe.
And we won't be hypocrites.
If that's what you wish. Just tell me who performs the wedding.
We do.
You mean to do it yourself?
That's...wonderful.
I mean, that's just...wonderful.
Do it yourself, huh? I think that's just wonderful.
But, tell me, is it...? What's the word?
- You mean "legal"? - Is it?
Yes. One of the college chaplains just sort of...
He presides over it, and the couple address each other.
You mean the bride speaks, too?
- It's a new world, Philip. - Oh, yeah. It's new, all right.
Ready?
- Amen. - They haven't started, yet.
How will I know? I've never been to a do-it-yourself.
Listen to the words they have chosen to read on this occasion.
Amen.
The priest said "sacred".
- He's not a priest. - He is to me.
"When our two souls stand up erect and strong
"Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher
"Until the lengthening wings break into fire at either curved point,
"What bitter wrong can the earth do to us
"That we should not long be here contented?
"Think! In mounting higher, the angels would press on us
"And aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song
"Into our deep, dear silence
"Let us stay rather on earth, Beloved,
"Where the unfit contrarious moods of men recoil away
"And isolate pure spirits
"And permit a place to stand and love in for a day
"With darkness and the death-hour rounding it."
"I give you my hand!
"I give you my love more precious than money
"I give you myself before preaching or law
"Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
"Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"
I, Oliver Barrett, take you, Jennifer Cavilleri,
to be my wedded wife from this day forward...
...to love and to cherish till death do us part.
I, Jennifer Cavilleri, take you, Oliver Barrett,
as my wedded husband from this day forward,
to love and to cherish till death do us part.
By the authority vested in me by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts,
I pronounce you man and wife.
Now I'm being kept.
- You won't like it. - I already do.
The school only pays me 3,000 a year.
- Why? - Because my name is Mrs Barrett.
- Couldn't you be Miss Cavilleri? - Then I'd be the Queen of Paris.
It's a bargain.
Four rooms for 82.50 a month is impossible this side of Mongolia.
But this is the Mongolian section of Cambridge.
Gee...
I have to admit that it's even worse than I expected.
- Yeah, but it's home. - Yeah.
- Well? - Well what?
- Carry me over the threshold. - Do you believe that nonsense?
Carry me and I'll tell you later.