The Dressmaker Page #2

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No, thank you, Molly.

I remember you.

It's Molly Dunnage.

That's right. I'm still alive!

What about

that poor wife of yours?

Irma is as well

as can be expected.

Mmm.

She kept running into doors,

if I remember, your wife.

Cut lips, black eyes...

Can I help you?

That all miraculously went away

when you become a hunchback.

FARRAT:
Tilly...

I heard she was back.

I had no idea

she was so beautiful.

Gertrude knows

fruit preservatives.

Female intimate apparel.

She does her own hair too.

(SOFTLY) on...

Your dress...

That fabric...

That's the photographer

from the Winyerp Gazette.

How about a kiss

for our man in blue, hey?

FARRAT:
Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

(WHISPERS) Kiss me, kiss me.

Eugh! Trollop!

Problem with your Dungatar team

is inexperience.

See, our Winyerp boys

are seasoned professionals.

They're not likely to be distracted

by some good-looking sheila.

Oh.

Gertrude Pratt.

What's the matter with you?

I hear the footballers' dance

is Saturday night.

I could make you something.

A dress can't change anything.

Watch and learn, Gert.

Watch and learn.

(SIREN WAILS)

Oh, how fortunate.

It's three-quarter time.

Changeover.

(FLAMENCO MUSIC)

(WOLF WHISTLING)

WOMAN:
Oh, come on!

Concentrate, Dungatar!

- Ah!

- Oh!

(LAUGHTER)

WOMAN:
That's it.

Keep falling over.

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

MAN:
Come on, Winyerp!

Lift your game!

Come on. Come on, wake up!

Ooh!

MAN:
You bloody idiot!

(LAUGHTER)

(GROANING)

Genius.

TEDDY:
Come on, don't look at her.

Eyes on the ball.

(SIGHS)

- (WHISTLE BLOWS)

- (GROANING)

Oh!

(LAUGHS)

(CHEERING)

(LAUGHS) om.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

Dungatar win!

- (CHEERING)

- MAN:
Dungatar!

CROWD:
(CHANT) Dungatar!

Your husband's mighty slow

these days, Irma Almanac.

How'd you manage that?

Oh, Molly Dunnage. Oh!

And you're in a wheelchair too.

Yeah, well, it suits my captor.

Oh!

- Ooh.

- Ooh. Still hurts, does it?

Mmm.

Uh, Mrs Almanac,

my name is Tilly...

I know who you are, Myrtle.

It's very good of you

to come home.

(WHISPERS) It's very brave too.

Sergeant Farrat told me

you've been sending food

to Molly all these years.

Don't mention it.

Please, don't mention it.

Made you some special cakes.

Oh, speaking of poison.

Mmm.

Unusual aroma.

Mmm!

- Mmm!

- (CREAKING)

IRMA:
And tell me -

why would a beautiful and clever girl

like you come back here?

(SOFTLY) Excuse me.

Quick, Irma - who is she,

and who did she murder?

You don't remember

any of it at all, Molly?

Uh... She doesn't even remember.

Well...

They say that she killed a boy, Molly.

I remember Evan Pettyman

bundling her into the police car...

and then Sergeant Farrat

driving her away.

(WINDMILL CREAKS)

- (CHILD SCREAMS)

- Hey, watch out!

(CHILDREN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Get it, Dunnybum. Get it!

(CLATTER!)

She threw it on the roof, Stewart!

Dunnybum threw your ball on the roof!

Get Dunnybum! Get her!

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

STEWART:
Look over there!

You too!

Can't find her anywhere.

She's gotta be here somewhere!

Find her!

MYRTLE:
(WHISPERS)

Gert. Gertrude!

Please help me. Please.

Gert...

Gert, please.

Gert, please help me.

(WINDMILL CREAKS)

(SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

Miss Harridene!

Miss Harridene!

(CRIES) Miss Harridene!

Miss Harridene! (CRIES)

(YOUNG MYRTLE

CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(CRIES)

Help!

Stand really, really still, Dunnybum.

Or I'll come round

to your house tonight

and kill your mother, the slut.

And when she's dead, I'll get...

(WHISPERS) ..you.

(MYRTLE WHIMPERS)

(GASPS IN PAIN)

Oh...

(GASPS)

Oh, Molly, there's... there's no pain.

There... there...

there's no pain at all.

Oh!

I traded my heart for your heartbeat

And gave you all of this to boot

If you feel you want to make a deal

Cock your piece and rooty-toot-toot

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

(CHEERING)

(MUSIC, CHEERING CONTINUE

IN DISTANCE)

You know, I lost a child too, Molly.

Your first victim, was it?

There's nothing more terrible

than losing a child.

It's enough to send you mad.

Wouldn't know.

I never had any myself.

Who's this?

Where did you get that?

(SIGHS) That's Madame Vionnet.

- Mm-hm.

- I used to work for her in France.

She probably died too.

(SIGHS) No, she's... she's still alive.

- Hmph.

- She's an old lady now.

A designer. She recommended me

to Balenciaga.

- Another victim.

- Another designer.

Maybe.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Did she teach you how to sew?

No, you taught me to sew!

(BLOWS RASPBERRY) I can't sew.

I know you remember me, Mum!

Come on, just...

say my name.

Go on. Say it! Say my name.

You won't get me,

you murderous b*tch!

Oh! Oh! No.

Say my name! Say it! Say it!

Oh! Oh!

Stewart Pettyman!

(PANTS)

- (SIGHS)

- That's right.

You killed a boy. Broke his neck.

So now you know you are

a murderer, you are cursed,

so f*** off!

(FOOTSTEPS)

Am I, uh... interrupting?

Not at all.

No. Just taking a trip down

memory lane with Lizzy Borden here.

Uh... l want this one.

- You'll get what I give you.

- (CHUCKLES)

- Oh!

- (THUD!)

Come in.

MOLLY:
Gah!

15 shillings.

That's... that's outrageous.

So's your bum.

You know how to bargain,

Gertrude.

Free groceries for a week.

Information.

Like what?

Did you tell Stewart Pettyman

where I was hiding that day?

What day?

You know exactly what day.

Gertrude...

I can make you

the most striking girl in the room.

I told.

Sorry, Myrtle, but I figured

it was better you than me.

Does... does that mean

our deal's off?

(SIGHS) Take your clothes off.

A murderer and a lesbian.

(MEN SING DRUNKENLY)

BARNEY:
This one.

Open that one. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) Oh, Teddy!

Ooh!

McSwiney! I got five quid that says

that you are too gutless!

- (BARNEY LAUGHS)

- TEDDY:
Five quid.

REGGIE:
Don't be scared.

They're only mice, mate.

- (BARNEY LAUGHS)

- They just wanna say hi.

TEDDY:
Five quid? Easy money!

(BARNEY CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Come on, Barney.

Are you a man or a mouse, McSwiney?

- Come on, Teddy.

- What do you reckon, Barney?

- Should I jump?

- Jump, Teddy!

- MEN:
Jump, jump, jump, jump!

- Look out for the mice.

REGGIE:
Are you too scared, mate?

Come on, Teddy! Come on, Teddy!

MEN:
Jump, jump, jump, jump!

Arggh!

Yeah! (LAUGHS)

Hey!

On your back, McSwiney!

On your back!

- Whoa!

- (CHEERING)

Look out below!

Reggie Blood coming through!

(LAUGHS)

Whoo!

(CHEERING)

TEDDY:
Come on down, boys!

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

MOLLY:
I don't know why

you want this mirror.

It's filthy.

(GROANS)

TEDDY:
Got a clean one of those

at home if you want it.

Need a lift?

Yes. I'm exhausted.

Righto.

Oh, thank you.

What are you doing?

(WHISPERS) Shut up! (GROANS)

- Here we go, Mol.

- Oh.

- There we go.

- Oh!

(BARNEY CHUCKLES)

Thank you. Who are you?

Mrs Dunnage, it's me, Barney.

Are we related?

No! (CHUCKLES)

Oh. Thank God.

It would be safer for Molly

if you ride too.

It would suit her if I fell off.

TILLY:
Don't be ridiculous, Molly.

If I'd wanted to kill you,

I'd break your neck.

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