Henry's Crime Page #7

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- (RETCHES)

- Jeez! Give me that.

- Sorry.

- Give me that. "Sorry"?

You're a p*ssy, you know that, Joe?

You're a real p*ssy.

Get off the cord.

(DRILLING)

(LAUGHS) What should we do?

Tell us what to do.

I tell you every day. Every day

I say the same thing over and over.

You must rent out the cherry orchard

and the rest of the estate for

villas at once, right this second.

- (GIGGLES)

- The auction is coming up very soon.

But it's all so vulgar.

(GIGGLES)

Aaaahhh!

Welcome to my world, b*tches.

F***, yeah.

Is the cherry orchard sold?

- Yes.

- Who bought it?

- I did.

- (SIGHS)

I bought it.

Wait a minute. Don't rush me.

I'm all dizzy.

I can't talk.

(BREATHLESS) Oh.

(LAUGHS AND CRIES)

When we got to the auction,

Deriganov was already there.

He bid 30, I bid 40,

he bid 45, I bid 55.

You see, he kept going up five

while I went up ten.

Well, it didn't take very long.

The gavel sounded

and now the cherry orchard is mine.

Mine!

God! God in heaven!

The cherry orchard is mine!

Tell me I'm drunk.

Tell me I'm out of my mind.

Tell me I'm dreaming.

- Is that it?

- Yes, it is.

What's that, Eddie?

It's a gun, Max. Joe, take the money

and put it in the car. Now.

Joe.

- Just stay where you are.

- Don't f*** with me, old man.

You wanna shoot me?

You're gonna have to kill me.

- No, no, no.

- Listen, stay out of this.

What are you doin', Eddie?

Welcome to the party, Brando.

- What are you doin', Eddie?

- It's money, Henry, money.

Come on, Eddie.

We're here, we're done.

Shut up, Joe.

Take the money out to the car now.

Go on, move. Move.

No happy ending for you, my friend.

- Agh! You animal!

- (CRUNCHING)

Aaargh!

Aaarghhh!

(BONES CRUNCHING)

Max.

(SIMON) Places, act four.

Places, act four.

Act four places, people.

It's going very well, everyone.

I gotta get on stage.

Son of a b*tch.

The peasants

have come to say goodbye.

They're good fellows,

Yermolai Alekseyevich,

but, in my opinion, a little stupid.

You gave them everything

in your purse. Lyuba, that was wrong.

I couldn't help it.

I couldn't help it.

Won't you please

come and drink a glass as a goodbye?

Oh, man.

Stop the car.

Joe, stop the car.

We can't stop the car, Henry.

- It's the getaway car.

- Stop the f***ing car, Joe.

Stop the f***ing car, Joe!

Stop the f***ing car!

What the hell are you doing?

He's leaving.

Leaving?

Grapefruits as big as your head, Max.

All-you-can-eat sunshine.

OK, kid. I'll be seeing you.

Yeah.

I'll see you.

What's going on?

Just forget about it.

Let's get the hell out of here. Drive.

Don't speed.

Dear Mother used to love

to walk about in this room.

My sister. My sister.

- Mama!

- Ah-ooo!

I'm coming.

(AXES CHOPPING)

(CHOPPING ECHOES)

(MUSIC ECHOES)

(SOBBING)

Wait! Wait!

(MUTTERING FROM AUDIENCE)

I had to come back.

I couldn't get on the train.

The moment I stepped on the platform,

the blood drained from my heart.

I knew I would never see you again.

What... is he doing?

I had to come back.

Oh, come on, Henry.

What is this? What are you doing?

This is the only way you'll listen.

(SOBS)

(WHISPERING)

You should have gotten on that

stupid train. You made a mistake.

The mistake would have been leaving

and not telling you how I feel.

Don't pretend you care!

All you care about is money!

- You think it's about money?

- Yes.

- It's never been about money.

- My sister. Everything all right?

- Get out!

- Don't you have a train to catch?

Get out! Go away!

Well, here he is,

ladies and gentlemen.

The selfish peasant who's taken

the orchard right out from under us,

who's destroying it

right in front of our very eyes.

Sometimes

you must destroy in order to create.

We have to let go of our pasts

in order to live.

You are no angel.

I see what you are by your actions.

I came back, didn't I?

I came back for you.

Henry, just...

...leave.

Meet me in Moscow.

Get off the f***ing stage.

What? What are you running from?

What are you afraid of?

- I'm not afraid.

- Yes, you are.

- Of what, Henry? Tell me.

- You're afraid...

...because I love you.

What?

Meet me in Moscow.

Tell me you'll meet me in Moscow.

(WOMAN) Go with him!

(MAN) Meet him in Moscow!

(Henry, you're bleeding.)

- Meet me.

- Light... lights down ten.

OK.

Ten more.

(Djula.)

(Say yes.)

Ah, f***, Henry.

# Let them knock upon my door

# Until their hands

are black and blue

# I'm not answering for no one

# Until my man and I are through

# Ooh

# When we're makin' love

# You know the world

ain't got nothing

# Oh, nothing to do

# Cos when we're makin' love

# I won't answer to nobody but you

# Nobody but you, babe

# I ain't gonna answer to nobody,

no, no

# They can call me on the phone

# But no matter

how many times that phone rings

# I'm not pickin' up for no one

# Until that fat lady sings

# Ohh

# When we're makin' love

# Now you know the world

# Ain't got nothin'

# Oh, nothing to do

# When we're makin' love

# I won't answer to nobody but you

# Oh, yeah, yeah

# Listen now

# People, they ask a lot of me

# Always want more than

they got of me, yeah

# Let them say I'm hard to find

# I'll do what I got to do

# And bring it all home to you

# It's your love

# I got on my mind

# Let them wait, let them wonder

# Where I go and what I do,

oh, yeah, yeah

# I'm not answering to no one, no

# Until you and I are through

# Mmm, well

# When we're makin' love

# Whoo

# You know the world

# Ain't got nothin'

# Oh, ain't got nothin' to do, no, no

# When we're makin' love

# I won't answer to nobody but you

# Nobody but you

# Nobody but you, oh

# I ain't gonna answer

to nobody but you, baby

# Oh, no matter

how many times the phone rings

# Who's knocking at the door

# I'm not gonna answer,

no, no, no, no, no

# I ain't gonna answer,

no, no, no, no

# Ain't gonna pick up the phone

# Don't you try, no, no

# Nobody, nobody, nobody

# But you

# I ain't gonna answer to nobody... #

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