Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Page #12

- Crazy Billy?

- Yes, Martha, that's right. Crazy Billy.

And he had a telegram and it was for us.

I have to tell you about it.

Why didn't they phone it? Why did they

bring it? Why didn't they telephone it?

Some telegrams

you have to deliver Martha.

Some telegrams you cannot phone.

What do you mean?

Martha...

- I can hardly bring myself to say it.

- Don't.

- You want to do it?

- No, no, no.

All right.

Well, Martha, I'm afraid our boy

isn't coming home for his birthday.

- Of course he is.

- No, Martha.

- Of course he is. I say he is.

- He can't.

- He is. I say...

- Martha!

Our son...

...is...

...dead.

He was killed late in the afternoon...

...on a country road

with his learner's permit.

He swerved to avoid a porcupine

and drove straight into...

You can't do that.

- A large tree.

- You cannot do that!

- Oh, my God.

- I thought you should know.

- No. No.

You cannot do that!

You can't decide these things

for yourself.

I will not let you do that.

Have to leave around noon, I suppose.

I will not let you decide these things.

There are matters of identification,

arrangements to be made.

You can't do this!

I won't let you do this!

- Get your hands off me!

- I haven't done anything.

Now, you listen to me. Our son is dead!

- Can you get that through your head?

- Let go of me!

Listen carefully. We got a telegram.

There was a car accident and he's dead!

Just like that! Now, how do you like it?

No!

Let her go now. She'll be all right.

No.

No. He is not dead.

He is not dead.

He is dead.

You cannot...

You cannot decide.

He hasn't decided anything, lady.

It's not his doing.

He doesn't have the power.

That's right. I'm not a god. I don't have

any power over life and death, do I?

- You can't kill him.

- Lady.

- You can't let him die!

- Lady, please.

You can't.

There was a telegram, Martha.

Show it to me. Show me that telegram.

I ate it.

What did you just say to me?

I ate it.

Good for you, Martha.

That's the way to treat her

at a time like this? Making a joke?

Did I eat the telegram or not?

Yes, you ate it. I watched you

and you ate it all down.

- Like a good boy.

- Like a good boy, yes.

You're not gonna get away with this.

You know the rules,

Martha, for God's sake.

- No.

- What are you two talking about?

- I can kill him if I want to.

- He is our child.

Yes, you bore him.

It was a good delivery.

He is our child.

And I have killed him.

- No.

- Yes.

Oh, my God, I think I understand this.

- Do you?

- Oh my God, I think I understand this.

Good for you, buster.

Oh, my God, I think I understand this.

You've no right. You've no right at all.

I have the right, we never spoke about it.

I could kill him any time I wanted to.

Why? Why?

You broke our rule, Martha.

You mentioned him.

You mentioned him to somebody else.

- I did not.

- Yes, you did.

Who? Who?

To me, you mentioned him to me.

I forget.

Sometimes when it's night and it's

late and everybody else is talking...

...I forget and I want to mention him.

But I hold on. I hold on.

But I've wanted to so often.

Oh, George, you've pushed it.

There was no need,

there was no need for this.

I mentioned him, all right?

But you didn't have

to push it over the edge.

You didn't have to kill him.

Amen.

You didn't have to have him die.

That wasn't needed.

It's dawn.

I think the party's over.

You couldn't have any?

We couldn't.

We couldn't.

Home to bed, children.

It's way past your bedtime.

Honey.

Yes?

You two go now.

- Yes.

- Yes.

- I'd like to...

- Good night.

You want anything?

No. Nothing.

All right.

Time for bed.

Yes.

- Tired?

- Yes.

I am.

Yes.

Sunday tomorrow.

All day.

Yes.

Did you...?

Did you have to?

Yes.

It was...

You had to?

Yes.

I don't know.

- It was time.

- Was it?

Yes.

I'm cold.

It's late.

Yes.

It will be better.

I don't know.

It will be. Maybe.

I'm not sure.

No.

Just us?

Yes.

- You don't suppose maybe...

- No.

Yes.

No.

- You all right?

- Yes.

No.

Who 's afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Virginia Woolf, Virginia Woolf?

I am, George.

Who 's afraid of Virginia Woolf?

I am, George.

I am.

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