walk the plank!

favourite moments from Deborah Moggach’s Pride & Prejudice (2005) screenplay

Elizabeth jumps up onto a wall and crosses the moat by walking a wooden plank duck board, a reckless trick learnt in early childhood.

Jane, (the eldest, most beautiful and most charmingly naive of the girls)

Mr Bennet is trying to ignore Mrs Bennet.

A dazzling group enters the room: George Bingley, 25, a good hearted soul but prone to bumbling embarrassment when his enthusiasms get the better of him, his sister Caroline, 23, a victim of every latest fashion, counting herself superior to most company she encounters, and finally, Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy, 27, dashing, brooding with an introversion which could be misconstrued as hauteur.

Mr Bingley spots Jane Bennet. For a moment he forgets himself and openly looks at her.

A stiff bow from Darcy, Elizabeth smiles, Darcy does not.

Bingley can’t keep his eyes off Jane, but is frightfully at a loss in disguising his instant ardour.

He looks at Jane a little blush starts around his collar.

His sister steps in as the blush threatens to engulf his ears.

Later. Bingley politely dancing with Charlotte. As he does so, he catches sight of Jane dancing with somebody else. A look of pure longing, but he cannot dance every dance with her.

Darcy stands watching, a look of infinitely superior boredom on his fine features.

Darcy looks at Elizabeth with surprise. A glimmering of interest.

She gives him a dazzling smile. Darcy looks startled. He has no idea she heard him. He blushes.

It’s very formal, in fact frigid, compared to the volatile Bennet household. Darcy is reading the newspaper; Caroline Bingley is reading a letter.

Lydia deliberately drops her handkerchief. One of the soldiers stands on it. She is appalled.

Bingley beams bashfully. He can’t take his eyes off her.

Collins looks lasciviously into the room.

Elizabeth cannot believe her misfortune in Mr Collins, but she smiles politely.

The Bennet’s enter the first reception room, the girls, including Mrs Bennet, are all dressed in white. Mr Collins is slightly detained as people pass.

Mr Collins arrives, breathless. He smiles eagerly at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth’s face is a matey rictus.

Mr Collins starts making his way determinedly towards Darcy.

Darcy does not notice him so Collins raises his voice.

The Bennet’s are squeezed into their carriage. It is light outside. Only Mrs Bennet is awake but the lack of an audience does not stop her from talking.

Mrs Bennet moans - she is hungover.

Darcy walks into the room. Lizzie freezes. When he sees Lizzie he, too, falters, and recovers himself.

A stiff bow from Darcy, who looks at Mr Collins as if he’s something brought in by the dog.

Darcy watches Elizabeth, keenly.

Mr Darcy glances sharply - in fact, admiringly - at Lizzie.

Darcy flinches at her bad manners. He moves away to the piano where Lizzie is playing - not that terribly well, it must be said.

Lizzie turns away from him and carries on playing. Darcy gazes at the curve of her neck.

Darcy sits down.

The sound of the front door, and voices. Darcy jumps up.

Sunday service is over and worshippers are leaving the “ church. Mr Collins, in his vestments, obeises himself to Lady Catherine, who is sweeping out with her miserable- looking daughter and downtrodden governess.

Darcy stops and gazes at her. He is in turmoil. Elizabeth glares at him, in a blaze of fury and misery.

Elizabeth has never felt more alone in the company of her sister.

They stop. He gazes at her with great emotion.

Elizabeth looks through the window at Darcy, her heart leaps to her mouth.

Elizabeth glances at Darcy. His face is strained. Mrs Bennet is all smiles for Bingley. She ignores Darcy.

Elizabeth walks out into the open countryside. The mists are starting to evaporate. From out of the mist in the distance a figure emerges. Her heart misses a beat. She is alone, vulnerable. Then she sees it is Darcy.

Whatever we had is just water under the bridge now. While you walk across the wooden planks and reach new people, I’m floating in what used to be. I’ve come a long way from the usual drowning. I never really learned how to swim in any regular bodies of water, so it’s not surprising that I didn’t fare well in those thickened by nostalgia. You got out so easily as if it was just another day at the beach for you. Maybe it was. Maybe the idea of us was just a good pastime, and that’s all it was ever meant to be. And honestly, that’s okay.
—  You’re just a memory now. // Maxwell Diawuoh
More of the pirate, dog, and sister in TST

Clues on the pirate game, dog, and sister from S1-3 are in this post, A pirate game (updated), along with my suggestion on what to make of them.  Below are the new hints – or red herrings.  Any other theories on how to connect these dots?

Pirate

- “You wrote your own version, as I remember:  Appointment in Sumatra.  The merchant goes to a different city and is perfectly fine.  Then he becomes a pirate for some reason.”

- Should we associate the water, sharks, and references to drowning with walking the plank?

Dog

- Text “If dog can’t swim.”

- Toby.

- Mary compared John to a dog.

Sister/the other one/family  

- The “previously” section replayed “the other one” quote.

- “Put me through to Sherrinford, please.”  Mycroft calls his sister at an institution on the 13th of each month?

- Child singing, “you will find me, deep down…”  (Who knows what children’s song this is?)

- Joel Fentiman’s amnesia about the brother.

- “terribly sorry to hear about your daughter.  –Son.”

- “Female?”

- “Families fall out.”

- “not familiar with the concept.”  "What concept?“  "Happy families.”

- And my favorite:

writing prompts #32
  1. Don’t start fearing death, it doesn’t end well.
  2. Don’t make me walk the plank, Captain
  3. Raise your pints, this is celebration
  4. You broke the law, you pay the prize
    Only if it was so simple, sarge
  5. Don’t do it, sargeant
    Roger that.
    What the hell was that? I said DON’T do it!
  6. What now? We let her to rot in prison?
    Until we find a way to get her out of there, right?
  7. Couldn’t have soften my landing anyway?
  8. Look, I may heel fast but this still hurts! Give me pain killers or something
8

Serving the King, fighting his wars… that is the way of dishonor. And all you who disagree, flee now or walk the bloody plank! For those who stay will be free men, and I will be your Captain. We’ll sail under the crimson flag and we’ll give our enemies no quarter. We’ll take what we please and we’ll live by our own rules, for that is the best form of all. Our kingdom is corrupt and immoral. They took my brother from me, and now I’m gonna take everything they’ve got.

6

that is the way of dishonour! and all you who disagree, flee now or walk the bloody plank! for those who stay will be free men, and i will be your captain. we’ll sail under the crimson flag and we’ll give our enemies no quarter. we’ll take what we please! and we’ll live by our own rules, for that is the best form of all! our kingdom is corrupt and immoral - they took my brother from me, and now i’m gonna take everything they’ve got. starting with this ship!

(favourite killian episodes 1/?)

@longsilvcr: Merry Christmas, Belle!  ❤︎
John Silver Aesthetic Board

“His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they were–about hanging, and walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish Main. By his own account he must have lived his life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea…”