Withnail and I
- Year:
- 1987
- 1,413 Views
Camden Town, London. 1969
The Flat.
[A few shafts of sunlight sneak through the curtains and illuminate a
sitting room. There are empty bottles everywhere. 'I', who is smoking a
joint, gets up somewhat precariously and walks into a kitchen which is full
of bottles and dirty washing up. He lights the gas on the stove and puts on
the kettle.]
['I' knocks on the door to Withnail's bedroom]
I:
I'm having a cup of tea, do you want one?
[He waits for a response.]
I:
Do you want a cup of tea Withnail!?
Withnail:
No.
['I' leaves the flat, slamming the front door behind him]
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The Cafe
['I' is reading a paper at a table in the cafe. The proprietor is cooking
eggs in a frying pan full of grease. She takes one out, inserts it between
two slices of bread and places it in front of an elderly woman who inspects
it doubtfully and bites into the sandwhich. Yolk runs out of the other
edge. 'I' turns his attention to his paper. The story is about a
transexual, the headline 'Love made up my mind, I had to become a woman'.
He looks around at the other customers.]
I [mentally]:
Thirteen million Londoners have to cope with this, and bake beans and
allbran and rape, and I'm sitting in this bloody shack and I can't
cope with Withnail. I must be out of my mind. I must go home at once
and discuss his problems in depth.
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The Flat
[I stumbles up the barely lit stairs looking unwell. Withnail emerges from
his room holding a bottle and glass and follows him.]
Withnail:
I have some extremely distressing news.
I:
I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear anything. Oh God, it's a
nightmare out there I tell you.
Withnail [pouring some wine]:
We've just run out of wine what are we going to do about it?
I:
I don't know. I don't know. I don't feel good. Look! My thumbs have
gone weird. I'm in the middle of a f***ing overdose. My hearts beating
like a f***ed clock. I feel dreadful, I feel f***ing dreadful.
Withnail:
So do I. So does everyone. Look at my tongue. A grey yellow sock. Sit
down for Christ's sake, what's the matter with you? Eat some sugar.
[I goes into the kitchen which is by now full of steam and turns off the
kettle. Withnail follows him around reading from a newspaper.]
Withnail:
Listen to this. "Curse of the superman. I took drugs to win medals
said top athlete Geoff Woade."
I:
Where's the coffee?
Withnail [reading from the paper]:
"In a world exclusive interview 33 year old shot putter Geoff Woade
who weight 317 pounds, admitted taking massive doses of anabolic
steroids, drugs banned in sport. It used to get him bad tempered and
act down said his wife. He used to pick on me. But now he's stopped
his much better in our sex life and in our general life."
[I pours water from the kettle into a bowl and goes back into the living
Withnail:
My God, this huge, thatched head with its earlobes and cannonball is
now considered sane. "Geoff Woade is feeling better and is now
prepared to step back into society and start tossing his orb about."
Look at him. Look at Geoff Woade. His head must weight fifty pounds on
its own.
[Withnail stands infront of a mirror and brushes his long, greasy hair with
a comb. I sits on the settee and starts drinking the coffee from the bowl
using a spoon.]
Withnail:
Imagine the size of his balls. Imagine getting into a fight with the
f***er!
I:
Please! I don't feel good.
Withnail:
That's what you'd say but that wouldn't wash with Geoff. No! He'd like
a bit of pleading. Add spice to it. In fact, he'd probably tell you
what he was going to do before he did it. "I'm going to pull you head
off". "Oh no, please, don't pull my head off". "I'm going to pull your
head off because I don't like your head!"
[he notives I drinking from the bowl.]
Withnail:
Have you got soup? Why didn't I get any soup?
I:
Coffee
Withnail:
Why don't you use a cup like any other human being?
I:
Why don't you wash up occasionally like any other human being?
Withnail:
How dare you!? How dare you!? How dare you call me inhumane!?
I:
I didn't call you inhumane, you merely imagined it. Calm down.
Withnail:
Right you f***er - I'm going to do the washing up!
[He strides towards the kitchen. I jumps over the arm of the settee and
stops him.]
I:
No no you can't. It's impossible I swear it. I've looked into in.
Listen to me listen to me. There are things in there, there's a
tea-bag growing. You haven't slept in sixty hours you're in no state
to tackle it. Wait till the morning we'll go in together.
Withnail:
This is the morning. Stand aside!
I:
You don't understand. I think there may be something alive.
Withnail:
What do you mean? a rat?
I:
It's possible, it's possible.
Withnail [brandishing his comb]:
Then the f***er will rue the day!
[He rushes up the the sink.]
Withnail:
Oh Christ Almighty. Synous nicotine based. Keep back, keep back. The
entire sink's gone rotten. I don't know what's in here.
[He picks up the kettle from the stove then throws it suddenly into the
sink.]
I:
I told you. you've been bitten!
Withnail:
Burnt, burnt, the f***ing kettle's on fire.
I:
There's something floating up.
Withnail [with a fork in his hand]:
Fork it!
I:
No no no, I don't want to touch it.
Withnail:
You must you must. The poop will boil through the glaze. We'll never
be able to use the dinner service again.
[He rumages about in a drawer.]
Withnail:
Here, get it with the pliers!
I:
No, no, no, no, no, no. Give me the gloves.
Withnail:
That's right, put on the gloves. Don't attempt anything without the
gloves.
[I starts to move things about in the sink rather gingerly.]
Withnail:
What is it? What have you found?
I:
Matter.
Withnail:
Matter? Where's it coming from?
I:
Don't look. Don't look. I'm dealing with it!
Withnail:
I think we've been in here too long. I feel unusual. I think we should
go outside.
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The Park
[Withnail and I walk along a path in the park.]
Withnail:
This is ridiculous, look at me. I'm thirty in a month and I've got a
sole flapping off my shoe.
I:
It'll get better, it has to.
Withnail:
Easy for you to say lovey. You've had an audition. Why can't I have an
audition. It's ridiculous: I've been to drama school. I'm good
looking. I tell you, I've a f*** sight more talent that half the
rubbish that gets of TV. Why can't I get on TV?
I:
Well I don't know. It'll happen.
Withnail:
Will it? That's what you say. The only programme I'm likely to get on
is the f***ing news. I tell you, I can't take much more of this. I'm
going to crack.
I:
I'm in the same boat.
Withnail:
Yeah, yeah. I feel as sick as a pike. I'm going to have to sit down.
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