The Killing of Sister George Page #6

"which seems to indicate that Sister George

is about to be laid up...

"by influenza. "

"If this indeed should be the case...

"we would both like

to wish her a speedy recovery...

"as any extended absence of hers...

"would be unwelcome. "

All right.

"Indeed, my wife and I feel...

"a deep, personal sense of loss. "

"Sincerely yours... "

"Colonel...

"and Mrs. Bucknell Smith. "

What's the time?

5:
00, of course.

You must be absolutely stone bonkers.

Why aren't you in bed?

I couldn't sleep.

Anyway, you asked me to call you,

didn't you?

What are you doing?

I had some letters to write.

What time do you got to be there?

There's no rush.

- The gang doesn't get there until...

- What did you say?

The gang doesn't get there until about 5:30.

I thought that's what you said.

You made up your mind

what you want tickets for?

No.

You're more than useless.

- Should I try for Swan Lake?

- No.

Why not?

Because I can't bear the sight

of those bloody little cygnets...

cavorting about in their tutus.

What shall I try for, then?

I don't know. You're getting the tickets,

try for whatever you like.

I've got an idea.

Why don't you come with me?

- I wouldn't be found dead with that mob.

- It'd be jolly good fun.

We could have breakfast

in one of those workmen's cafes.

- You're hysterical.

- Come on, why not?

Because I've got to wait here

for the post to arrive, and the scripts...

to see if I've still got a bloody job.

That's why not.

Listen, love, I think they're being beastly.

It would serve them right

if you just decided to resign.

But you can't just worry yourself silly

about those stupid scripts.

Anyway, the post doesn't come

for another four hours. You know it doesn't.

- Even so.

- So what?

I've got work to do.

Sure you won't come?

Yes, I'm sure.

I'll just get my clothes.

"Dear Friends, all of us...

"including me mom and me dad...

"was very worried in case Sister George...

"was going to be made redundant.

"I missed the show last Thursday,

personally.

"They saw it and was riveted

when she was took bad. "

Your legs are unusually white.

Luminous white.

You know, I don't think

I've ever seen such white legs.

They don't get much sun.

That reminds me.

A toast to absent friends.

Here's to those albino mice.

You are naughty.

Say it again.

- What?

- What you just said.

You are naughty.

That's it.

Same inflection.

Do you know, that takes me back years...

when we first met.

That awful boarding house.

For weeks I watched you come and go

and I never spoke a word to you.

Every morning you used

to set off for work punctually.

9:
10. You were always in such a rush.

I had no idea you were watching me.

And then one night I went into the bathroom

just after you'd had a bath.

And the mirror was all steamed up...

and the bathmat

was all wet and glistening...

where you'd been standing on it...

and there was a smell of bath crystals

and talcum powder.

It was like an enchanted wood.

I stood quite still on the bathmat,

in your footprints.

And then I noticed

that you'd left your comb behind.

It was a pink plastic comb,

and it had your hairs in it.

And I kept that comb as a souvenir.

And all that time,

I'd never spoken a word to you.

You soon made up for it.

Tell you what. Forget about the ballet.

It's ridiculous queuing up for tickets

in the middle of the night.

- Stay here and have breakfast with me.

- I can't.

Better still, listen, you go back to bed...

and I'll bring your breakfast on a tray,

like I used to when we first got together.

Don't be silly. I can't. You know I can't.

They'll all be waiting for me.

Who'll be waiting for you?

I told you. The whole gang.

Including that slimy

young English teacher...

Jonathan, I suppose,

who brought you home last time?

I expect so.

You fancy him, don't you?

Don't you?

He seems perfectly agreeable.

Agreeable?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means, yes. Yes, I fancy him! He's a dish!

- Is that so?

- Don't, George. You've no right.

I've got every right.

I'm not married to you, George.

I don't want to.

But you make me.

You'd better get along.

You're going to be late.

All right.

- See you later.

- Childie.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

It's just, there's too much going on.

And I'm afraid.

It's all right. Honestly. It'll be all right.

I'll be back at 5:00 and we'll be going

to that club party.

Been looking forward to that, haven't you?

- Yes.

- You'll be fine.

You will.

See you later.

Bye, George.

There we are. There's my beautiful bike.

Morning, old friend.

We'll have you started up in next to no time.

Bye, Jean. Bye, Rosie.

Tell your dad to mind his gammy leg.

O God, our help in ages past...

and our eternal...

Don't be cruel, Ollie.

You know I can't tell time.

Come on, pack it up.

I give them 10 more minutes.

What's the point? The taxi will be here soon.

If the script didn't come this morning,

it's not going to come now.

It might come by special delivery.

Stop worrying.

If you're going to spend the whole evening

worrying about it, you'll have a rotten party.

Give me your hat.

What for, Stan?

I just want to look at something.

Okay, Stan.

What's that supposed to be?

I don't know, just an idea, you know.

Horseplay.

No need to go raving bloody mad,

you know.

I thought it was funny.

You thought it was funny.

Stan.

- Stan?

- Yes, Ollie?

Give me your hat.

What for, Ollie?

I just want to look at something.

What's up there, Stan?

See it?

There's nothing up there, Ollie.

There is now, Stan.

You are rotten.

You ruined my hair, I'm all wet!

I've been ages.

I hate you. What was the point of it?

It's just like it used to be! Horseplay.

You are rotten. I'm all wet.

Now I have to go to change my clothes.

Don't be so soppy, woman.

A drop of water never hurt anybody.

All right.

Get off. Help.

Take your punishment like a man.

No. All right, come on, then.

See if I care. Go on.

That was most refreshing.

God. What's that?

You are jumpy. It's probably our taxi.

It might be the script.

My God, it's the postman.

- Go on, see what he's got for you.

- No! You go. Please, Childie.

Just sign there, ma'am.

- Thank you.

- You're very welcome, ma'am.

He did look at me strangely.

First there's a lot of rubbish

about the old folks' outing...

and Ginger getting into the finals

of the darts tournament.

"'Nonsense, my dear, I'm as right as rain!'

She adjusts her nurse's cap...

"and goes outside and starts her bike. "

And we're in!

That's marvelous.

- I know!

- I told you so, didn't I?

All right, don't be so smug.

- Okay.

- Listen.

What?

Maybe you ought to ring Mrs. Croft

and apologize for all those dramatics.

- Apologize?

- Apologize.

- What for?

- You've got the job back, haven't you?

Come on. It won't take a minute.

All right. I shall be lovely when I ring up,

I shall be charming.

You might not recognize me.

I shall say all the things

that come into my head first.

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