Waiting for Godot Page #6

Synopsis: Two tramps wait for a man named Godot, but instead meet a pompous man and his stooped-over slave.
 
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Year:
2001
120 min
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but surely tomorrow.

Is that all?

Yes Sir.

You work for Mr. Godot?

Yes Sir.

What do you do?

I mind the goats, Sir.

Is he good to you?

Yes Sir.

He doesn't beat you?

No Sir, not me.

Whom does he beat?

He beats my brother, Sir.

Ah, you have a brother?

Yes Sir.

What does he do?

He minds the sheep, Sir.

And why doesn't he beat you?

I don't know, Sir.

He must be fond of you.

I don't know, Sir.

Does he give you enough to eat?

Does he feed you well?

Fairly well, Sir.

You're not unhappy?

Do you hear me?

Yes Sir.

Well?

I don't know, Sir.

You don't know if you're unhappy

or not?

No Sir.

You're as bad as myself.

Where do you sleep?

In the loft, Sir.

With your brother?

Yes Sir.

In the hay?

Yes Sir.

All right, you may go.

What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?

Tell him...

...tell him you saw us.

You did see us, didn't you?

At last!

What are you doing?

Pale for weariness.

Eh?

Of climbing heaven and gazing

on the likes of us.

Your boots, what are you doing

with your boots?

I'm leaving them there.

Another will come, just as...

as...as me,..

but with smaller feet, and

they'll make him happy.

But you can't go barefoot!

Christ did.

Christ! What has Christ got

to do with it.

You're not going to compare

yourself to Christ!

All my life I've compared myself

to him.

But where he lived it was warm,

it was dry!

Yes. And they crucified quick.

We've nothing more to do here.

Nor anywhere else.

Ah Gogo, don't go on like that.

Tomorrow everything will be better.

How do you make that out?

Did you not hear what the child said?

No.

He said that Godot was sure to

come tomorrow.

What do you say to that?

Then all we have to do is to

wait on here.

Are you mad? We must take cover.

Come on.

Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.

Come on. It's cold.

Remind me to bring a bit of rope

tomorrow.

Yes. Come on.

How long have we been together

all the time now?

I don't know.

Fifty years perhaps.

Do you remember the day I threw

myself into the Rhone?

We were grape harvesting.

You fished me out.

That's all dead and buried.

My clothes dried in the sun.

There's no good harking back on that.

Come on.

-Wait!

-I'm cold!

Wait!

I sometimes wonder if we wouldn't

have been better off alone,..

...each one for himself.

We weren't made for the same road.

It's not certain.

No!

Nothing is certain.

We can still part, if you think it

would be better.

It's not worthwhile now.

No!

It's not worthwhile now.

Well?

Shall we go?

Yes.

Let's go.

A dog came in...

A dog came in the kitchen

And stole a crust of bread.

Then cook up with a ladle

And beat him till he was dead.

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb...

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb

And wrote upon the tombstone

For the eyes of dogs to come:

A dog came in the kitchen

And stole a crust of bread.

Then cook up with a ladle

And beat him till he was dead.

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb...

Then all the dogs came running

And dug the dog a tomb...

And dug the dog a tomb . . .

You again!

Come here till I embrace you.

Don't touch me!

Do you want me to go away?

Gogo!

Did they beat you?

Gogo!

Where did you spend the night?

Don't touch me! Don't question me!

Don't speak to me! Stay with me!

- Did I ever leave you?

-You let me go

Look at me.

Will you look at me!

What a day!

Who beat you? Tell me.

Another day done with.

Not yet.

For me it's over and done with,

no matter what happens.

I heard you singing.

That's right, I remember.

That finished me.

I said to myself, He's all alone,

he thinks I'm gone for ever, and he sings.

One is not master of one's moods.

All day I've felt in great form.

I didn't get up in the night, not once!

You see, you piss better when

I'm not there.

I missed you... and at the same

time I was happy.

Isn't that a strange thing?

Happy?

Perhaps it's not quite the right word.

And now?

And now?..There you are again...

There we are again.

There I am again.

You see, you feel worse when

I'm with you. I feel better alone too.

Then why do you always come

crawling back?

I don't know.

No, but I do. It's because you don't

know how to defend yourself.

I wouldn't have let them beat you.

- You couldn't have stopped them.

- Why not?

There was ten of them.

No, I mean before they beat you.

I would have stopped you from doing

whatever it was you were doing.

I wasn't doing anything.

- Then why did they beat you?

- I don't know.

Ah no, Gogo,..

...the truth is there are things

that escape you that don't escape me,..

...you must feel it yourself.

I tell you I wasn't doing anything.

Perhaps you weren't.

But it's the way of doing it

that counts,..

the way of doing it, if you

want to go on living.

But it not enough that.

There you are back and there

i am happy.

I wasn't doing anything.

You must be happy too, deep down,

if you only knew it.

Happy about what?

To be back with me again.

Would you say so?

Say you are, even if it's not true.

What am I to say?

Say, I am happy.

I am happy.

So am I.

So am I.

We are happy.

We are happy.

Well. What do we do now, now

that we are happy?

Wait for Godot.

Oh, yes.

Things have changed here

since yesterday.

And if he doesn't come?

We'll see when the time comes.

I was saying that things have

changed here since yesterday.

Everything oozes.

Look at the tree.

It's never the same pus from

one second to the next.

The tree, look at the tree.

And was it not there yesterday?

Yes of course it was there yesterday.

Do you not remember? We nearly

hanged ourselves from it.

Thats right.

All but hanged ourselves from it.

But you wouldn't. Do you not

remember?

You dreamt it.

Is it possible you've forgotten already?

That's the way I am. Either I forget

immediately or I never forget.

And Pozzo and Lucky, have you

forgotten them too?

Pozzo and Lucky?

He's forgotten everything!

I remember a lunatic who kicked

the shins off me.

Then he played the fool.

That was Lucky.

I remember that. But when was it?

And his keeper, do you not remember him?

- He gave me a bone.

- That was Pozzo.

And all that was yesterday, you say?

Yes of course it was yesterday.

And here where we are now?

Where else do you think?

Do you not recognize the place?

Recognize!

What is there to recognize?

All my lousy life I've crawled

about in the mud! And you talk...

...to me about scenery! Look at this

muckheap! I've never stirred from it!

Calm yourself, calm yourself.

You and your landscapes! Tell me

about the worms!

All the same, you can't tell me

that this bears any resemblance to...

...to the Macon country for example.

You can't deny there's a big difference.

The Macon country! Who's talking

to you about the Macon country?

But you were there yourself,

in the Macon country.

No I was never in the Macon country!

I've puked my puke of a life away here,

I tell you! Here! In the Cackon country!

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Samuel Beckett

Samuel Barclay Beckett (; 13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, poet, and literary translator who lived in Paris for most of his adult life. He wrote in both English and French. Beckett's work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human existence, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humor, and became increasingly minimalist in his later career. He is considered one of the last modernist writers, and one of the key figures in what Martin Esslin called the "Theatre of the Absurd".Beckett was awarded the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his writing, which—in new forms for the novel and drama—in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation". He was elected Saoi of Aosdána in 1984. more…

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