Room with a View A CD2
I knew there'd be another muddle. I'm always right.
Only Freddy's muddle, who doesn't even know their name.
Yes, I do. I've got it. It was Emerson.
- What a weathercock Sir Harry is. - I hope they're the right kind of people.
Yes, Freddy, there is a right and a wrong sort.
These must be all right. They're friends of Cecil's.
- Cecil? - So you can all call in perfect safety.
- Cecil?! - We met some Emersons in Florence.
The oddest people, Mrs. Honeychurch, but we rather liked them.
Emerson's a common enough name.
"So really desirable. I've telegraphed them."
Don't be silly, Freddy. You always overdo it.
A most remarkable father and son.
Father's something of a radical. The son, full of possibilities.
Don't move. Stay where you are. "Ginevra de Benci"!
Did you know you were a Leonardo, smiling at things beyond our ken?
What's this about Sir Harry's new tenants?
I have found him tenants for his Cissie Villa.
I've won a great victory for the comic muse.
After all the trouble I took over the Miss Alans.
Of course I'd prefer friends of yours...
Friends of mine? The joke is to come.
They're strangers I met in the National Gallery.
They had been to Italy. A father and son. The oddest couple.
In the course of conversazione, they said they wanted a country cottage.
A simple burrow where they could smell the earth.
Of course, London has its own character,
but we've a longing for green things growing, don't we, George?
The sweetness of the English countryside...
of wet hedgerows with birds singing inside them.
I know we should make our heaven and earth where we are.
However, I fear I've faltered and need some help from outside.
Well, in short, sir, what I seek is a country cottage where George can come at weekends.
I happen to know of just the place. Not exactly a cottage, more... a villa.
Dear sir, I implore you...
If you'd give me your card...
I fear we have no card, but George will write down the address.
Sir Harry Otway. It is in Surrey, a place called Summer Street.
Summer Street! I've dreamed of Summer Street.
It will teach that snob Sir Harry a lesson.
The classes should mix, there should be intermarriage. I believe in democracy.
No, you don't! You don't know what the word means.
It isn't fair! I've probably met them before.
Perfectly fair if it punishes a snob.
I blame you. You had no business to undo my work about the Miss Alans.
You've scored off Sir Harry, but at my expense.
It was most disloyal of you.
Temper, Lucy, temper. Please!
- Hello? - Hello.
- I've brought someone to see you. - One minute.
"A Shropshire Lad".
Never heard of it.
"The Way of All Flesh".
Never heard of it.
Hello? George reads German.
I'm certain that's old Emerson. What are those people doing? Hello!
Wait on, Mr. Beebe.
- This is Mr. Honeychurch. - How do you do?
How do you do? Come in.
Come and have a bathe!
I'd like that.
What a conversational opening! "How do you do? Come and have a bathe."
Emerson, this is Honeychurch. You remember his sister.
Oh, yes. How do you do? Glad to see you.
Very glad to hear your sister is marrying. I'm sure she'll be... happy.
We know Mr. Vyse, too. He's been very... kind.
Go and bathe. It will do you good. Then all come back for some tea.
- Do you really want this bathe? - Yes, I've said so.
Bring some milk and honey and... er, cakes. Cakes!
Yours is glorious country, Honeychurch!
As a matter of fact, coincidence is much rarer than we suppose.
For example, on reflection, it's not coincidental that you're here now.
I have reflected. It's fate. Everything is fate.
You've not reflected. Let me cross-examine you.
Where did you meet Mr. Vyse?
- The National Gallery. - Looking at Italian art.
You see? You talk of coincidence and fate.
You're naturally drawn to things Italian, as are we and all our friends.
That narrows the field immeasurably.
It is fate, but call it Italy if it pleases you, Vicar.
Are you bathing, Mr. Beebe?
- Don't be shy! - Why not?
Oh, it's wonderful! Simply ripping.
Hurry up, Emerson!
- Come along, Mr. Beebe! - I may as well wash, too.
Race you round it!
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree..."
You've gone too far! Really, I...
I have a boot!
And some trousers...
- Come this way immediately! - Who were those unfortunate people?
This way, Mrs. Honeychurch. Follow me.
Oh, dears. Look away!
Poor Mr. Beebe, too!
You're treading on me!
It is you! Why not have a comfortable bath at home with hot and cold laid on?
- Mother! - You're in no position to argue. Come, Lucy.
Oh, look! No, don't look! Poor Mr. Beebe!
Poor, poor Charlotte!
Standard reaction to any letter from Cousin Charlotte.
Poor, poor Charlotte!
This is serious.
Her boiler is to be had out and the cistern cleaned and all kinds of to-doing.
I think we should ask her to stay. Give her a holiday while the plumbers finish.
No! We're squeezed to death with Freddy's friend and Minnie Beebe.
Freddy, must you?
The truth is, you don't like Charlotte.
Well, she gets on my nerves.
The time she met Cecil, she drove him quite frantic.
So, please, don't worry us this last summer. Spoil us by not asking her to come.
Hear, hear. We vote no Miss Bartlett.
This isn't very kind of you two. You have each other and poor Charlotte...
- Again! Poor Charlotte. ...has the water turned off and plumbers.
Strike the concertina's melancholy string
Blow the spirit-stirring harp like anything
Let the piano's martial blast
Rouse the echoes of the past
They played their next sonata, let me see
Medulla oblongata, key of G...
However, we're in E flat.
- Wasn't it any good? - It's lovely, dear.
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing
Scherzando ma non troppo, P, P, P
Scherzando ma non troppo, P, P, P
Is anything the matter with Cecil?
Because otherwise, I cannot account for him.
Whenever I speak, he winces.
I see him, Lucy. It's useless to contradict me.
No doubt, I am not artistic nor literary nor intellectual.
Your father bought the drawing room furniture, and we must put up with it.
Cecil doesn't mean to be uncivil.
He explained. It's ugly things that upset him. He's not uncivil to people.
Is it a thing or a person when Freddy sings?
You can't expect a really musical person to appreciate comic songs as we do.
Must he sneer and spoil everyone's pleasure?
- Go and dress, dear. - All right, Mother.
Sunday week, I want to ask George Emerson up for some tennis.
- Oh, no, Freddy... - Oh, he's topping. He's spiffing!
George Emerson is simply ripping!
What a noise you're making. Freddy, let Lucy go.
Hook me behind.
Need we have Charlotte?
- And now Freddy wants to ask the Emersons. - Well, he needn't.
And you're not pleased with Cecil.
Well, of course, if you want Charlotte to come, with her boiler and everything...
She's been so kind to me.
Kiss me again.
- Would you like it closed? - Oh, thank you.
- Thank you so much. - Pleasure.
Oh, porter! Could you...?
The ticket says Dorking. That was the last station.
How very vexing! I shall have to get a cab.
Mr. Emerson. What are you doing here?
My father lives here. I've come for the weekend.
- Are you all right? - Oh, yes.
Oh, Lucy, I met him at the station.
I had no idea. Oh, my poor Lucia!
My dear Marian, what a stupid blunder. You'll never forgive me.
- Freddy, pay the cab. - No, I must. I absolutely insist.
Oh, how do you do, Mr. Vyse?
- And Mr. Floyd, a friend of Freddy's. - I insist I pay for my cab.
- And this is Minnie, Mr. Beebe's niece. - Grant me that.
- Here you are. - Thank you, sir.
I insist, absolutely.
All right. Five shillings and a bob for the driver.
We all have our foibles, and mine is prompt settling of accounts.
Does anyone have any change?
How much is...? Who do I give the sovereign to?
- Toss for it, Honeychurch. - All right.
No. I know I'm a spoilsport, but it would make me wretched.
It would be robbing the one who lost.
Freddy owes me 15 shillings, so it works out all right if you give the pound to me.
Fifteen shillings to you? How so, Mr. Vyse?
Because fifteen and five shillings make a pound.
Why is Mr. Vyse taking the quid? No, thank you!
- Have some tea. - What about Mr. Floyd's ten shi...?
And why doesn't she pay the bob for the driver?
A shilling for the driver. Of course. How kind of you to remind me.
Does anyone have change for half a crown?
Cecil, give that sovereign to me.
Mary can change it, and we'll start from the beginning.
Oh, dear. I am sorry. What a nuisance I am!
Mary, have you got any change?
For a sovereign.
Have you told him about him?
No, I haven't, nor anyone. I promised you I shouldn't.
Here's your money. It's all shillings except two half crowns.
You can settle your debt nicely now.
How dreadful. How more than dreadful if Mr. Vyse should hear from another source.
There is no other source.
- George would tell Mr. Emerson. - He would tell no one.
- How do you know? - Because I know. Shall we go out?
Dear, a moment. We may not have this chance again. Have you spoken to him yet?
I have seen him.
Stop thinking he admires me or any nonsense of that sort. He doesn't. Not one straw.
Freddy, stop it!
No, poor Minnie. No, not me. Get off!
Lucy! Lucy! What's that book?
Who's been leaving books out to spoil?
- It's only a library book of Cecil's. - Well, pick it up.
It's a special collection. I forget what for, but I beg,
no vulgar clinking ha'pennies in the plate.
Make sure Minnie has a sixpence. Where is the child?
Dear, I'm so sorry, I don't seem to have any small change. Could you...?
Yes, easily. Gracious, how smart you look! What a lovely frock.
Goodbye. Be good.
"'No place on earth as glorious as this where love is spoken face to face.
"So he cried, 'Utter rapture! The silvered twilight, the wraith-like swallows,
"'the perfume of the cooling earth all fill me with inutterable and inestimable bliss.'
"And so, locked in mortal combat, they brought to life the eternal...
"They brought to life the eternal battle where men stand face to face
"to slowly gird, to bravely fight, to stoutly dare..."
Listen, Lucy. Three split infinitives.
"And then the cry was heard, 'Once more into the breach, my friends."'
Victory, Mr. Floyd!
"The scene is set in Florence. The sunset. The sunset of Italy."
- Did you mind losing? - Of course.
You're not such a splendid player. The light was in my eyes.
I never said I was.
"Under Orcagna's Loggia - the Loggia de Lanzi, as we call it now..."
What's the title?
- "Under a Loggia" by Eleanor Lavish. - Eleanor Lavish!
My goodness! Do you remember her, Mr. Emerson?
- Of course. - No wonder the novel's so bad.
Still, one ought to read it, I suppose.
- There's an absurd account of a view. - Do read it.
Do you like our view, Mr. Emerson?
My father says there's only one perfect view -
the view of the sky over our heads.
I expect your father has been reading Dante.
- Do read it. - Not while Mr. Emerson is entertaining us.
No, do. Nothing's funnier than silly things read aloud.
Mr. Emerson finds us frivolous. Look for tennis balls, Mr. Emerson.
- Do I have to? - No, of course not.
It's in chapter two. Find me chapter two.
- Give it here. - No, it's the silliest thing.
- Cecil! - Thank you.
"Afar off, the towers of Florence.
"And she wandered as though in a dream through the wavering sea of barley,
"touched with crimson stains of poppies.
"All unobserved, he came to her." Isn't it immortal?
"There came from his lips no wordy protestations such as formal lovers use.
"No eloquence was his, nor did he need it. He simply enfolded her in his manly arms..."
No, this isn't the bit. It's further on.
- Shall we go in to tea? - By all means.
Charlotte, a minute.
Cecil, ask Mary for sandwiches. I'll be with you in a moment.
Do you know Miss Lavish's novel?
There's a scene in it - the hero and heroine make love. Do you know about that?
Do you know about it?
They're on a hillside and Florence is in the distance.
There are poppies and a barley field.
It can't be coincidence. How could you tell her?!
Oh, Lucy! Oh, dearest girl! She hasn't put that in her novel?
Never, never more shall Eleanor Lavish be a friend of mine.
So you did tell. Why?! When you wouldn't even let me tell Mother?
Cecil read it to me.
And that man insulted me again behind Cecil's back.
Why did you tell her? What made you?!
Even if you forgive me, I shall never forgive myself... till my dying day.
Go and call him.
- Call Mr. Vyse? - No. The other one.
I'll deal with him myself.
You missed a good match, Miss Bartlett.
Charlotte, please stay.
Mr. Emerson, leave this house and don't come back as long as I'm here.
- I can't. - No discussion.
Go, please. I don't want to call in Mr. Vyse.
You mean to marry that man?
- You're being ridiculous. - I'd have held back if Cecil was different.
But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
He doesn't know what a woman is.
He wants you for a possession, to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display.
He doesn't want you to be real, to think and to live. He doesn't love you.
But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas,
even when I hold you in my arms.
Miss Bartlett, you wouldn't stop us, not if you understood.
It's our last chance.
Do you understand how lucky people are to find what's right for them?
It's such a blessing, don't you see?
And the fact I love Cecil and shall be his wife shortly is of no importance?
This tremendous thing has happened between us and it means...
it means nothing must hinder us ever again.
You have to understand that.
- I've no idea what you mean. - Everyone must understand.
And you must leave.
It was wrong of me to listen to you.
But you haven't been listening. If you had, you would know!
- Leave at once. Now. - Lucy...
- No, I will not listen to one more word. - My dears, do stop.
Haven't you done enough? Don't interfere again.
- It's useless. Let me go, Miss Bartlett. - Let Mr. Emerson go, Charlotte.
- I shall never forgive myself. - You always say that,
but you always do forgive yourself.
Why does Italy make lady novelists reach such summits of absurdity?
Lucy, it's still light enough for another set.
- Mr. Emerson has had to go. - What a nuisance.
I say, Cecil, do play, there's a good chap. Just this once. It's Floyd's last day.
Freddy, as you remarked this morning, some chaps are good for nothing but books.
I plead guilty to being such a chap.
Because I wouldn't play tennis?
I never do play tennis. I never could.
Forget tennis. It was just the last straw.
I'm sorry, I can't marry you. One day you'll be glad I said so.
- We're too different. - But I...
I love you.
And... I did think you loved me.
I did not.
I thought I did at first. I'm sorry.
As for your loving me, you don't, not really.
You don't. It's only as something else.
As something you own. A painting, a Leonardo.
I don't want to be a Leonardo, I want to be myself.
Oh, let's not go on now.
I'll only say things that will make me unhappy afterwards.
You don't love me, evidently.
I dare say you're right not to...
...but it would help a little, hurt a little less, if I knew why.
...you can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
I don't mean exactly that, but you will go on asking questions.
You wrap yourself up in art, and want to wrap me up,
so I'm breaking it off.
True, on the whole.
You're so different tonight, like a different person speaking with a new voice.
What do you mean? If you think I love someone else, you're mistaken.
Of course I don't. I only meant that...
there was a... force in you I hadn't known of up to now.
If a girl breaks off her engagement, everyone thinks, "Oh, she has someone else."
It's disgusting, brutal!
Forgive me if I say stupid things. My brain has gone to pieces.
I think we'd better go to bed, if you don't mind.
Let me do that for you.
I must actually thank you for what you've done.
For showing me what I really am.
I admire your courage.
Will you shake hands?
Of course I will, Cecil.
I'm sorry about it.
Thank you for taking it so well.
Since the days are chillier now and we've not, alas, a home of our own,
my sister feels we might benefit by travel to a warmer clime.
The doctor has ordered her special bread, but we can take that with us.
It is only getting first into a steamer and then a train.
- Hello. So you're off, Mr. Vyse? - Yes.
I've come to show Miss Honeychurch a letter from our friends the Miss Alans.
"Since Florence did my sister so much good, we think we should try Athens this winter."
Isn't it wonderful? The Parthenon, the frieze of Phydias.
- Have you ever met these Miss Alans? - Never.
Then you cannot appreciate the romance of this visit.
I've never been myself, nor do I have any plans to go.
Altogether too big for our little lot, don't you agree? Got any matches?
You're quite right. Greece is not for our little lot.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Mr. Beebe! Matches!
Cecil's hard hit. Lucy won't marry him.
- When? - Late last night. I must go.
- Will they want me to go down? - Yes. Goodbye.
All right, Powell.
No, Charlotte. Not the scissors, not when my hands are full.
- Good afternoon. - How do you do, Mr. Beebe?
- Good gracious! What a mess things are! - Yes.
Everyone's so horrid today, Uncle Arthur. Let's go out to tea.
Good idea. Get your hat and coat and I'll take you.
I'll take Minnie to the Beehive Tavern. Care to join us, Miss Bartlett?
Oh, yes, Charlotte! I don't mind.
No. You have no one to help. My services are better than nothing.
Oh, dear, Marian. I'm so sorry.
A delightful letter from the Miss Alans. They're going to Greece. I'll read you some.
"Dear Mr. Beebe, I doubt we shall go any further than Athens,
"but, if you know of a good pensione in Constantinople, we should be so grateful."
Isn't that delightful? I do believe they'll end by going round the world.
Miss Honeychurch, your brother has told me.
- Did he? - I needn't say it will go no further.
Mother... Charlotte... Cecil... Freddy... you...
If I may say so, I'm certain you've done the right thing.
Tell me more of the Miss Alans. How splendid of them to go abroad.
I want them to start from Venice and then go by cargo steamer down the Illyrian coast.
- Did Freddy say he'd drive straight back? - No, he didn't.
I hope he won't gossip.
How splendid of them to go. I wish they'd take me.
Would your mother spare you?
She must. I simply must go away.
I have to. Don't you see I have to go away?
Charlotte, the Miss Alans are going to Constantinople.
No, only to Athens.
I've longed to go to Constantinople... Athens, I mean.
In lieu of Constantinople, could not we lure you to tea at the Beehive?
- No, thank you. - Oh, well, Minnie, you and I must eat alone.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, Mr. Beebe.
- You must persuade Mother. - What?
Don't you see? I must go somewhere. Anywhere!
I must get away, far, before it's known.
- What? - That I've broken off my engagement.
- He mustn't get any ideas. - You mean Mr. Emerson?
Charlotte, how slow you are.
There must be no gossip at Summer Street, but to go as far as Greece!
I thought you'd be the first to go to Mother and say Lucy must go to Greece.
Lucy, are you absolutely sure? I only want to do what is right for you.
I'm telling you what's right. Don't argue, do it!
Thank you, Freddy.
Why does she look like that?
- Like what? - Like Charlotte Bartlett.
Because... she is Charlotte Bartlett.
Stop thine ear against the singer
From the red gold, keep thy finger
The tune's fine, but the words are rotten.
- Marian? - Oh, Charlotte!
- Lucy has a plan. - Isn't this a tragedy?
I get one thing tied up and another thing falls over.
- The Misses Alan are going to Greece. - Good luck to them.
Lucy would like to join them as far as Athens.
- She'd what?! - And on to Delphi if the roads are safe.
Vacant heart and hand and eye
Easy live and quiet die
Vacant heart and hand and eye
Easy live and quiet die
You can take all those, but leave me Thoreau till I go. I need him by me now.
It's an ugly house. We never liked it.
I mustn't miss the train. The removers can do the rest.
No. I don't want you straining your back.
I won't be down at the weekend. There's no point.
I'll come to take you back to town the week after.
Paper soap is a great help towards freshening up one's face on a train.
But you know about these matters, and you have Mr. Vyse to help you.
A gentleman is such a standby.
It's so good of Mr. Vyse to spare you.
Perhaps he will join you later.
- Or does work keep him in London? - We shall meet him when he sees you off.
No one will see Lucy off. She doesn't like it.
But, in this case...
- You aren't going? - Yes, we've a train to catch.
- It's been such a pleasure to meet you. - We will write you often
and send pretty cards from every place.
- Thank you so much for taking her. - Bye-bye.
Well, we got through that time.
Yes, and were seen through, which is most unpleasant.
I cannot understand this hole and corner business.
You got rid of Cecil, well and good.
I'm thankful. Why not announce it?
- I promised. It's only for a few days. - Victoria Station.
I couldn't help thinking that our dear Lucy did not... No.
I wish you'd finish your sentences. You're getting worse.
...did not look like a bride-to-be.
How should one look? According to your great experience in these matters.
I can't say exactly. Only... she lacked something.
And, if you want to know, Teresa, she lacked... radiance.
- Miss Bartlett. - Mr. Beebe.
- What is happening to your neighbors? - They're moving.
Old Mr. Emerson's rheumatism is back, and George thinks it's too far.
Mr. Emerson is avoiding the removers inside.
Might I impose and wait here for Mrs. Honeychurch?
By all means. I'm afraid you must excuse me.
Mr. Emerson, Miss Bartlett, excuse me.
I am sorry that the house has brought on your rheumatism.
It's not the rheumatism, it's my boy.
George is so sorry.
I cannot blame him, but I wish he'd told me about it first.
- He never told you what happened in Italy? - Not a word.
No. Lucy said he wouldn't.
I was only told last Sunday.
- What were you told? - That he loves her.
Won't you sit down?
I think I hear the carriage.
It would be discourteous to keep my cousin waiting.
There isn't any carriage.
Sit down, my dear.
Everyone's been lying, except George.
And now here's Miss Honeychurch marrying Mr. Vyse in January...
She has broken off her engagement.
It was all done with great tact and discretion, naturally.
And, for the time being, we would like to keep it quiet.
There's a time for keeping quiet and there's a time for speaking out.
Now, you don't hear any carriage.
Why don't you sit back, make yourself more comfortable? Take this.
There. You look much better.
So... she's not marrying Mr. Vyse?
Why? Why Greece?
Why rush off to the ends of the earth?
You're tired of your home. You're tired of Windy Corner.
And you're tired of Freddy and me.
Of course I'm not tired of Windy Corner, but, as we're talking about it,
I shall want to come up to London more.
I might even share a flat for a little with some other girl.
You see, I come into my money next year.
To mess about with typewriters and latchkeys and call it work.
- Perhaps I spoke hastily. - Oh, goodness!
You remind me of Charlotte Bartlett!
- Charlotte?! - Charlotte to a T.
I don't know what you mean. We are not the least alike.
- You never used to be. - Can't we have the hood down?
Can we have the hood down, Powell?
Powell, is that house to be let again?
Sir Harry's looking for new tenants, I hear, Miss.
What a pity about the Emersons.
Freddy will be so sorry. And, indeed, so am I.
- All right, Powell, stop at the stores. - Yes, ma'am. Walk on.
Such an agreeable family. What a pity.
Go and see if she's at Mr. Beebe's.
And do hurry, both of you. Mary has her fish pie in.
Did you hear what I said, Lucy?
Mr. Emerson says it's all his fault.
I told him to trust to love.
I told him, "George, love and do what you will." It's what I taught him.
So you see, it is all my fault.
Where are you going?
Your mother offered to fetch me in her carriage.
I have not been brought up to keep anyone waiting, least of all a kind hostess.
And now where's Lucy?
Get in. If Mary's fish pie spoils, she'll mope till next Friday.
- I will sit here. - Nonsense.
- I mustn't inconvenience you. - You know you prefer facing.
I've no wish to even hear your son's name mentioned. He has misbehaved from the first.
In fact, he behaved abominably.
Not abominably. He only tried when he should not have tried.
No, of course, abominable is too strong a word.
- It's no good discussing this. - George is taking me to London.
He can't bear to be here, and I must be where he is.
He says the thought of... seeing you or hearing about you...
Mr. Emerson, please don't go on my account. I'm going to Greece.
Don't leave your comfortable house. You mustn't!
Why are you going to Greece?
Forgive me, but it seems to me you're in a muddle.
I think the reason you're going to Greece and you've broken off your engagement -
Miss Bartlett told me - is that... you love George.
All the light's gone out of your pretty face.
Just like it's gone out of George.
I can't bear it, and now I've made you cry. Forgive me.
But I've got to go to Greece now. The ticket's bought and everything.
- It's impossible! - There's only one thing impossible.
That's to love... and to part.
You love George.
You love the boy body and soul, as he loves you.
But of course I do.
What did you all think?
- Then... - No. Mother's calling. I've got to go.
They trust me.
Why should they? When you deceived everyone...
Charlotte, sit here. Go on, Powell.
- One week Italy, then Greece. - Greece may be cancelled.
- What?! - Do stop!
- I think Lucy has something to tell us. - Stop the horse!
Dear Charlotte, after an awful journey
when our luggage went missing twice, we reached Florence.
You'll be glad to hear that the Pensione Bertolini is its dear self.
The Cockney signora still terrorizes the staff.
Her guests are another set of Miss Alans, Miss Lavish, Mr. Beebe
- and Charlotte and Lucy. - We were promised rooms with a view.
Hush, we mustn't. First thing tomorrow, I shall have a bone to pick with the signora.
It's so unfair!
Don't you agree that, on one's first visit to Florence, one must have a room with a view?
We have a view.
Kiss me again.
- Again. - I'm reading.
- What are you reading? - It's from Freddy.
What does he say?
Silly boy, he thinks he's being dignified.
I mean, everybody knew we were going away in the spring.
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Rain Man CD2
Rainy Dog - Takashi Miike
Raise Your Voice
Raisin in the Sun A
Raising Victor Vargas (2002) Deity
Ranch The 2004 Unrated Uncut Edition
Random Harvest 1942
Random Hearts (1999)
Rasen (The Spiral)
Rayon Vert Le (Rohmer 1986)
Real Cancun The
Real Fiction (Shilje sanghwang)
Real Women Have Curves (2002)
Rebel Music - The Bob Marley Story
Rebel Without a Cause 1955
Recess Schools out
Recipe For Disaster 2003
Red Dessert (Deserto Rosso) CD1
Red Dessert (Deserto Rosso) CD2
Red Dragon (Jet Lee)
Red Dragon 2002 CD1
Red Dragon 2002 CD2
Red Dwarf - 05x01 - Holoship
Red Dwarf - 05x02 - Quarantine
Red Dwarf - 05x02 - The Inquisitor
Red Dwarf - 05x03 - Terrorform
Red Dwarf - 05x05 - Demons and Angels
Red Dwarf - 05x06 - Back To Reality
Red Dwarf 02x01 - Kryten
Red Dwarf 02x02 - Better Than Life
Red Dwarf 02x03 - Thanks For The Memory
Red Dwarf 02x04 - Stasis Leak
Red Dwarf 02x05 - Queeg
Red Dwarf 02x06 - Parallel Universe
Red Dwarf 03x01 - Backwards
Red Dwarf 03x02 - Marooned
Red Dwarf 03x03 - Polymorph
Red Dwarf 03x04 - Bodyswap
Red Dwarf 03x05 - Timeslides
Red Dwarf 03x06 - The Last Day
Red Dwarf 04x01 - Camille
Red Dwarf 04x02 - DNA
Red Dwarf 04x03 - Justice
Red Dwarf 04x04 - White Hole
Red Dwarf 04x05 - Dimension Jump
Red Dwarf 04x06 - Meltdown
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Off the Map
Red River 1948
Red Sorghum 1987
Red beard 1965 akahige CD1
Red beard 1965 akahige CD2
Regarding Henry 1991
Regle Du Jeux La
Reign of Fire
Remains of the Day The CD1
Remains of the Day The CD2
Remember Me CD1
Remember Me CD2
Remember the Titans
Remember the Titans (Standard Edition)
Replacement Killers The
Replacement Killers Who Am I
Requiem for a Dream
Requiem from the Darkness Episode One
Requiem from the Darkness Episode Two
Rescuers Down Under The
Resident Evil Apocalypse
Respiro grazias island 2002
Resurrection of the little match girl CD1
Resurrection of the little match girl CD2
Return To Me
Return To Paradise (1998)
Return of The King The
Return of the Dragon
Return to Sender
Return to the Blue Lagoon
Returner (Takashi Yamazaki 2002) CD1
Returner (Takashi Yamazaki 2002) CD2
Reversal Of Fortune (2003) Korean
Revolution OS 2001
Rhapsody In August 1991
Richard III - CD1
Richard III - CD2
Ricordati Di Me CD1
Ricordati Di Me CD2
Riding in Cars with Boys
Riget I (The kingdom) 1x01
Riget I (The kingdom) 1x02
Riget I (The kingdom) 1x03
Riget I (The kingdom) 1x04
Ring 0 - Birthday 2000
Ring The CD1
Ring The CD2
Ring of Bright Water
Rio Bravo 1959 CD1
Rio Bravo 1959 CD2
Rio Lobo (1970) CD1
Rio Lobo (1970) CD2
Rio das Mortes (1971)
Riso Amaro (1949)
River Wild The
River of no Return The 1954
Road Movie CD1
Road Movie CD2
Road To Perdition 2
Road Trip (Unrated Edition)
Road to Perdition
Roaring Twenties The 1939
Rob Roy 1995
Robe The CD1
Robe The CD2
Robe The CD3
Robin Hood (Disney)
Robin Hood - Prince Of Thieves 1991 CD1
Robin Hood - Prince Of Thieves 1991 CD2
Robin Hood Men in tights
Robocop Directors Cut 1987
Rock The CD1
Rock The CD2
Rock The CD3
Rocket Brothers (2003)
Rocky Horror Picture Show The
Roger and Me 1989
Roman de Renard Le 1930
Romancing The Stone 1984
Romeo Is Bleeding 1993
Romeo Must Die
Romeo and Juliet CD1
Romeo and Juliet CD2
Rookie (2002) CD1
Rookie (2002) CD2
Room with a View A CD1
Room with a View A CD2
Rose Red (Stephen King) CD1
Rose Red (Stephen King) CD2
Rose Red (Stephen King) CD3
Roughnecks - The Starship Troopers Chronicles (1999)
Royal Engagement CD1
Royal Engagement CD2
Royal Tenenbaums The
Royal Tramp (Stephen Chow)
Royal Tramp 2 (Stephen Chow)
Rue Des Plaisirs (2002)
Rugrats Go Wild
Rules of Attraction The
Ruling Class The 1972
Rumble Fish 1983
Rumble in the Bronx CD1
Rumble in the Bronx CD2
Run 2 U
Run Silent Run Deep
Running Out Of Time
Running Out Of Time 2
Running Scared 1983
Rurouni Kenshin TV 1-9 2000
Rush Hour - New Line Platinum Series
Rush Hour 2 (2001) CD1
Rush Hour 2 (2001) CD2
Rusians Are Coming The Rusians Are Coming The CD1
Rusians Are Coming The Rusians Are Coming The CD2
Russian Ark (Aleksandr Sokurov 2002)