Look Back in Anger Page #4

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The forgotten heart. Oh, yes.

Yes, i remember.

"A penetrating examination of love

"and personal

relationships."

Ran for 2 years

in the west end.

Could youdo that?

The bloke who

wrote that

was never in a woman's bedroom...

not even his mother's when she found out

the truth about him.

Coming to rehearsal this morning, alison?

Well, i've got things to do

they'll keep.

All right.

what are you

two plotting?

Don't you think

we've had enough

of the heavy

villain?

Are you going to let yourself be taken in

by this saint in

dior's clothing?

Shall i tell you the

simple truth about her?

She is... a cow

i wouldn't mind that so much,

but she's in danger of becoming

a sacred cow,

as well.

Oh, cliff...

i'll help you wash up before i go.

Your slip is

showing, dear.

Behold the ball

that ben hogan lost.

Hello.

Good morning. My name is johnny kapoor.

My name is jimmy porter.

This is cliff lewis.

Hello.

Nice market here.

I applied for

a license.

Let's

see your stock

they'll sell at these prices?

Yes.

Cheap stuff, eh?

Where'd you get it

from a warehouse.

Yeah?

It is not

stolen.

There's your license. Fill it in.

And just keep your nose clean, that's all.

I've got my eye on some of you smart boys

that's right,

eh, porter

oh, one of

these days-

boyo...

let's see what

you've got here.

Look, jimmy, what about this red shirt?

Match your eyes. Ha, ha.

Hello, cliff.

Hello,

lovely.

Can i have some money, jimmy?

What for?

i'm meeting helena for lunch.

Y. Well, le t her pa

don't make me feel like a pauper.

I want you to meet a n ew friend of mine

this is Mr. Kapoor. My wife.

her family spent ma ny years in india

grew to love the country and the people

oh, then i am most delighted.

How do you do?

You two should have a lot

to talk about sometime

oh, yes, perhaps.

Still the master race.

Here. Take, ah...take

memsahib out for tiffin

how about this one, then?

Cliff, how's your heart this morning?

what do

you mean?

You fancy watching dame

helena flog herself to death

well, yes.

Let's go.

Take sight of my pitch, for me, will you?

Yes, sir.

See you, Johnny.

Look at this, then. Hey,

hey, come and look at this

real cheap.

Do you want to buy?

There are other stalls here,

same line of business.

But you sit in that great, beautiful,

impossible house of yours in somerset

buried in your trollope.

Who wrote this filthy thing?

Jimmy, what are you here for?

But, Ann, i've tried to understand.

We could be doing something

useful together, Ann.

Won't you come back?

Go on, Annie girl, have a go.

Oh, jimmy, please don't interrupt again.

You'd better go, Henry.

Goodbye, Ann.

Goodbye...Henry.

Cut.

Ah, ladies and gentlemen,

as i was on my way to the theater tonight,

passing the stage door,

a man comes up to me-

i say, i say,

i say, here.

Have you seen nobody? Have i seen who-

have you seen-

what's going on?

Who are you?

Don't waste my time.

Ladies and gentlemen, a

little recitation entitled,

she was only a monkey's daughter,

but my, how she handled

her nuts. Thank you.

"She was only a monkey's

- "will you kindly go away?

I can't find nobody anywhere,

and i'm supposed to give him this case.

Nobody? Yes.

Jimmy, get out of here!

You was to come here and give this case-

now let me get this straight, sonny boy,

when you say nobody

came, nobody, nobody came.

No. No.

Let me get this straight, sonny boy,

when you say

nobody came,

nobody, nobody, came.

No

hello, there.

Who's that down there

nobody.

Then give

him his bloody case.

Who do you

think you're-

i'll deal with this.

What do you mean by this?

Who are you?

Well, i'm her landlord, guv.

No!

Yeah, she promised

us an audition,

she said, "come along

- it isn't true!

Is he your

landlord?

No. Yeah. I-l- i'm

staying with them.

Now, keep out of this.

Instead of paying rent,

she promised an audition.

Joke over, boyo,

let's go.

No, of course, if you

want to pay rent instead,

after all, i mean, it's up to you.

I know they don't pay

you much in this place,

but fair is fair.

It's not funny

any more, eh?

No, no.

No, no.

I demand my right!

I want my lolly!

As a member of the

delinquent classes,

i want my money!

Get away.

You impertinent

little phoney.

Messing in

people's lives,

and you don't know

what any of it's about.

For your own sake,

don't ever do that again.

I've no public-school

scruples about hitting girls.

If you slap my face,

by god, i'll lay you out.

You would. You're

the type.

You bet i'm the type.

I'm the type that

detests physical violence.

Jimmy, come out

of it, quick, eh?

Jimmy, hey!

one of these days,

I may write a book about us all.

it's all here,

and it'll be written

in flames

a mile high,

and it won't be recollected

in tranquility, either,

picking daffodils

with auntie wordsworth

it'll be written

in fire and blood.

My blood.

Going out?

That's right.

on a sunday evening in this town?

Where on earth have you got to go?

She's coming

with me to church.

You're doing what?

when i think

of what i did,

what i had to endure-

oh, yes, we all know what you did for me.

You rescued me from the

clutches of my family

and all my friends.

From the clutches of mummy, at least

you know,

mummy and i

took one quick look at each other,

and from then on, the

age of chivalry was dead.

Don't let's brawl, boyo.

It won't do any good.

Why not?

It's the only thing left i'm any good at.

Jimmy boy.

There is nothing, no limit,

to what the middle-class mother will do

in the holy crusade

against ruffians like me.

She's probably

in that cistern by now,

taking down every

word we say.

Can you hear

me, mother?

Just about fit

her in there.

You're an old cow,

and you ought

to be dead!

Shut up!

You've no right

to talk about her

mother like that.

I've every right,

haven't i?

she's an old cow,

and she should be dead.

Oh!

Well, what's the matter with you?

Why don't you spring to her defense?

Jimmy, don't.

if someone said that about me, she'd react.

She'd spring into her well-known

lethargy and say nothing.

Well, now...

and what's the matter with you

i just feel quite

sick, that's all,

sick with contempt

and loathing.

Oh.

We'd better go.

I'll get my things.

What are you

trying to do to me?

Trying to twist my arm

off with your silence?

I've given you...i've

given you just everything.

You...you judas.

You phlegm.

She's taking

you with her,

and you're so bloody

wet, you let her do it.

All I want is

a little peace.

Peace.

She wants peace.

One of us

is crazy...

mean and stupid

and crazy.

Which is it?

Is it me?

Standing like an

hysterical girl,

hardly able to

get my words out?

Or is it her,

sitting there, putting on her shoes,

to go out with that...that...aah!

One of these days,

you may want to come back.

I want to be there that day.

i want to stand

up in your tears

and splash about

in them and sing.

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