The Killing of Sister George

- Something wrong with the phone, is there?

- No, there's still no reply.

Give me another gin and tonic,

will you, Mike?

Sure.

Come on.

Say when.

- Come on.

- Better say when.

I'm terribly sorry.

Never mind. You haven't paid for it yet,

that makes it the landlord's worry.

- I'll get you another one.

- Jolly kind of you. Thank you.

I'm certainly going to stay off the horses

for the time being.

I'm nothing but bloody losing.

Where have you been?

Do you know what time it is?

I'm coming round straight away.

Of course you must wait for me.

Hey, George. You forgot your change.

- Hello.

- Where the hell were you?

I told you. Katz kept us late.

Did he, indeed? Us, or just you?

George, don't start all that again.

- Did you have a good day?

- I had a bloody awful day.

What on earth is the matter

with you, George?

You look awful. What's been happening?

- They're going to murder me.

- They're going to what?

- I've suspected it for some time.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

No, you never bloody well have.

That Australian b*tch, that Mildred, let it out.

Mildred?

They'll drain the last drop out of me,

then they're going to kill me.

- Don't be silly, they couldn't possibly.

- You think they're too civilized, don't you?

You think the people at the top

wouldn't do such a thing.

Just remember what they did to Jessie.

Jessie?

- But Jessie Hawthorne is...

- Never mind what Jessie Hawthorne is.

- Just remember what they're capable of.

- It's ridiculous. They can't possibly.

George, they can't, really they can't.

Never mind, I'll think of something.

I never thought I'd see the day.

Mrs. Prescott.

I can recall the day she was wed to...

Cue camera one.

Number three, flip out.

Must be nigh on 20 years

since he passed away.

- Poor old Meg.

- How's that, Freddie?

It just seems that she waited long enough.

There was no medical reason for it,

none whatsoever.

I've nursed sicker than her back to health.

It just seemed...

that she wanted to be with Arthur.

Anyroad, that's the way it looked to me.

You're right, Sister George.

Some people just seem to know

when their time has come.

12 seconds.

Here comes the Reverend now.

My friends, this is the house of the lord.

Let us pray.

"The Lord is my shepherd. "

- And, cut! Tell them tea is up.

- "I shall not want. "

Cut.

"He maketh me to lie down

in green pastures. "

Over here, ladies and gents.

Tea's up.

That was lovely, darlings.

Absolutely lovely.

- These scripts are getting better.

- Do hurry!

They've got to keep their jobs.

My usual, love.

- The usual, ducks?

- Yes, please.

That was quite the most moving installment

we've done so far, don't you think?

- So moving it'll make you vomit.

- Here you are, love.

Tell me, Mildred,

did he use that close-up on my line?

- Yes, he did, darling. It was marvelous.

- Yes, it would be.

Hey, George, how does all this grab you?

- I beg your pardon.

- Come on, George, you know what I mean.

These functions are getting

to be quite the fashion in Applehurst lately.

- What functions?

- Don't argue with her.

Funerals, darling. Death and funerals.

Last week it was Jessie Turner...

and now we've given Mrs. Prescott

a fair old sendoff.

Makes you wonder who's next, doesn't it?

Listen, you miserable-looking cow...

if you want to say something,

why don't you get on with it?

- Darling, I was just trying to...

- I know what you were trying to do.

Why don't you shut

your great big Australian mouth?

- You have no right to talk to me like that.

- Go to hell.

- Did you hear what she said?

- Yes, I certainly did.

Temper, temper, girls. With lemon, please.

With lemon?

Miss Bennett:
Please report to Studio B.

Miss Bennett, you're wanted in...

All right, children, back to school.

Playtime's over.

Gather around the table.

Bring your tea with you.

Here's your tea.

We'll run through tomorrow's script

before we break.

Thank you, dear.

- Where's George?

- Afraid you're too late. She just left.

What do you mean, just left?

Didn't she say anything?

Not a word. Just upped and walked out.

Damn it. I didn't give anyone permission

to leave.

Run and fetch her back.

- Now.

- All right.

Poor Freddie,

you do have your problems, don't you?

Freddie wants you back on the set.

If Freddie wants me,

he can bloody well come and get me.

You pommy cow!

Frank.

- Hello, George. Gin and tonic, is it?

- Make it a large one.

Last order, please.

Haven't you got any homes to go to,

you two?

Give us another drink, will you?

George, don't you think

you've had enough?

Go on, don't be so rotten.

- All right, just a small one.

- In that case, make it two.

There's not enough kindness in the world.

There really isn't.

That's right, George. Here's your drink.

Do you know,

I heard a fellow say that in a film once.

I remember,

he was this great big fat bastard...

and he said... He kept on saying:

"There's not enough...

"kindness in the world, sir. "

That's what he said.

- Sydney Greenstreet.

- Ten out of ten.

There we are, Frank.

Thank you, George.

See you tomorrow, then?

Yeah.

Come along, ladies and gentlemen.

Drink up, please.

You're a marvelous actress,

that's what you are. A marvelous actress!

Sister George, playing the part...

of Sister George.

What a way to spend Easter.

Taxi.

Hold on there. Wait a minute.

Hello, girls.

Out on a mission, are we?

How do you ladies pass your time?

How can I? She should never have...

- Is that what you girls really wear?

- We'll report you, won't we?

- We'll report her to the most Superior...

- Not in my cab, you don't!

Oh, my. Stop it.

What's the idea, getting in my cab?

I'm afraid you've got the wrong room, sir.

Come on, you.

Get a move on.

Good night, girls. See you in church.

He's a rotten bloody driver, I'll tell you that.

Come on.

Watch your language.

I've got two religious ladies in there.

Bye, Jean. Bye, Rosie.

Tell your dad to mind his gammy leg.

Our shelter...

from the stormy blast

Now it's my turn.

- Sister George.

- Come see, it's Sister George.

- Hello, Sister George.

- Hello, children.

Hello, my dears.

Hello, Sister George.

Hello, my dears.

How are you, then? All right?

Hello, Sister George.

Next time you're doing any praying...

don't forget to put a word in

for your grandmother.

We've done that, Mrs. George,

but it don't seem to do a bit of good.

It will, my dear. It will.

- What did you do?

- I left.

- You walked out?

- Of course.

I wasn't going

to let some illiterate b*tch make fun of me.

I've given four years' devoted service

to that series.

But you said yourself they don't like

contract artists having tantrums.

They've no right to treat me like this.

I'm a senior member of the cast.

If they wanted to write me out,

they should have asked me...

to come to the office,

and told me in the proper manner.

Don't be ridiculous.

Nobody wants to write you out.

- Applehurst couldn't survive without you.

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