The Deep Blue Sea Page #2

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Go right up.

Second floor, front.

Bit of a hike.

Post, Mrs. Page.

- Mrs. Page?

- Yes?

Post.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

You'll make it look

cosy in no time.

Thank you, Jackie,

that was terrific.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Elton.

How's tricks, Hes?

I have just done 93 down

the great west.

In an Alvis.

Smashing job.

Jackie Jackson gave me a lift.

Well, let's have a bit of

light on the subject.

Christ.

Let's have something with

a bit of life in it.

- Did you have a good weekend?

- Not bad.

I won both my matches.

Took a fiver off Jackie.

He was livid!

And then it started raining

so golf kaput.

How much did you win altogether?

Seven.

Can I have some of it

for the rent?

Oh, hell.

All right, you can have 3.

But I need the rest for lunch.

A job prospect.

South American.

The DFC and bar seems to

have impressed him.

- What South American?

- A bloke I met at golf.

Do you know you've not looked

at me since I came in?

I know what you look like,

Freddie.

I've done something, haven't I?

Oh God.

Many happy returns.

Had you arranged

something special?

Just steak and a

bottle of claret.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I can't say any more, can I?

No...

...you can't.

- Do you still love me?

- Yes.

Yes.

I still love you.

I need a cigarette.

Oh, Freddie, give that to me.

It's addressed to me.

I beg you not to read it.

It's addressed to me.

Forgive me.

Freddie.

Freddie!

Freddie!

William?

How did you know I was here?

Your landlady telephoned me.

I'm sorry but I was

worried about you.

I see.

Tell her to go.

It's all right, Mrs. Elton.

Thank you.

How did she find you?

I'm still in the

telephone directory.

I assume she used

her initiative.

I'm flattered you came.

Don't be.

My motives were

entirely selfish.

I was hoping to gloat.

Are you all right?

You ought to be in bed.

Let me look at you.

Tongue.

You should live to a

ripe old age.

- Are you her doctor?

- No.

What are you, then?

Shall we just say that he

is a philanthropist.

A little more respect might

not come amiss.

I give my respect to those

who've earned it.

To everyone else, I'm civil.

I take it he's not a qualified

medical practitioner?

You take it quite correctly.

So what happened?

I must be careful what I say.

Attempted suicide is a crime,

isn't it?

Yes.

And I am speaking to a judge.

You're speaking to your husband.

Why didn't you let me know you

were back in London?

The last time I saw you,

you said never wanted to

hear from me again.

The last time I saw you I

didn't know what I was saying.

Has he deserted you?

No, he just got back from

Sunningdale.

Do you still play?

I don't go to Sunningdale

any more.

You used to love golf.

What do you do for exercise?

I play tennis with David,

occasionally.

Has he become very pompous since

being made solicitor general?

All solicitors general

are pompous.

Helps their game.

Is he being unfaithful to you?

No.

He still loves you?

As much as he did 10 months ago.

And you still love him?

Yes, William, I still love him.

Is it money?

Sit down, bill.

It's nice to see you again.

I'm glad you still wear it.

Yes.

As yet I've taken no steps

so you can have the

divorce if you still want it.

That's generous of you, bill.

Can I do anything to help?

No.

Well -

- at least I've found

you again.

- Did you look very hard?

- No.

I rather foolishly thought

that my indifference

would hurt your vanity.

Did you really try to

kill yourself?

Whilst the balance of my

mind was disturbed.

Isn't that the legal phrase?

Yes, and what disturbed

that balance?

Anger, hatred, shame.

Of myself.

Of being alive.

- Are you still angry?

- At Page?

- At both of us.

- Yes.

He betrayed my friendship.

You betrayed my trust.

But anger fades and...

...is replaced by regret.

You said just now that his

feelings for you hadn't changed.

They haven't.

But zero minus zero

is still zero.

How long have you known this?

From the beginning.

How in the name of reason can

you go on loving a man

who can give you nothing?

Oh, but he does give me

something - from time to time.

What?

Himself.

For someone like me whose -

- profession is the study of

human nature, I'm...

...very inexperienced in

matters of this kind.

So am I, bill, so am I.

Blame my conventional

upbringing.

I was brought up to believe

that in matters of this kind...

...it was more proper for the

man to do the loving.

I wish you'd try to find a

way I could help.

I'll try and find a way.

- This is a tragedy.

- Tragedy is too big a word.

Sad perhaps, but hardly

Sophocles.

If we'd been able to

have a child...

...would it have made

any difference?

To whom?

Oh.

Many happy returns of yesterday.

Thank you.

Any time you're feeling blue #

# any time you feel

downhearted #

# that will prove your

love for me is true #

# any time you're

thinking 'bout me #

# that's the time I'll

be thinking of you #

# so any time you say you

want me back again #

# that's the time I'll

come back home to you #

# how you gonna keep 'em

down on the farm #

# after they've seen Paris? #

# how you gonna keep 'em

away from Broadway #

# how you gonna keep 'em

away from harm? #

# that's the mystery #

# they'll never wanna see

a rake or a plough #

# and who the deuce can

parlez vous a cow? #

Just because I forgot

her bloody birthday!

My God!

If all the men who forgot their

wives' birthdays were to come

home to suicide notes...

...the line would stretch from

here to the Shetlands.

- Can I have the letter?

- Why?!

- It belongs to me!

- It had my name on it.

My God, aren't women the end?

Marries the first man

who asks her...

...and falls in love with the

first man who gives her the eye.

Look, Freddie, I think you

two ought to talk.

I'll disappear.

I've got a whole bloody

lifetime to talk to her!

You stay.

Freddie.

Come home with me, please.

Oh, that cool, calm and

collected act.

Do you see it?

It always works so bloody

well because it's

always so bloody lethal.

I know that I'm going to die!

Just accept that it isn't

your fault.

It really isn't, Freddie.

You can't help who you are.

I can't help what I am.

Well, I'm not carrying the can

for this old darling.

No dice.

I'm not the villain

of the piece.

No one is saying you are!

Haven't you read what I wrote?

I'm not blaming you!

I was the one who wanted to

wait for the divorce.

You didn't.

You jumped that

particular fence.

I never gave myself a

big build-up.

You knew exactly what you

were getting.

Yes, I knew the risk I was

taking...And I took it!

Oh my God!

How I hate being tangled up in

other people's emotions!

I've tried to avoid it

all my life.

It always happens to me!

Always.

Look, you've always said that

I don't really love you

in the way that you love me.

That's not my fault!

Let me give you a case.

Jack and Jill, Jack loves Jill,

Jill loves Jack.

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