Withnail and I Page #7
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I:
What's up with him?
Parkin:
Shut that gate, shut that bull!
I:
You didn't shut the gate!
Parkin:
Shut that gate, shut that bull!
[A bull appears and pushes the gate open. Withnail thrusts the bag into I's
hands and vaults the wall. I is left facing the bull in a narrow corridor
between two walls.]
Withnail:
Grab its ring. Keep your bag up. Outvive him.
Parkin:
Hey, listen, show no fear! Just run at it
I:
Well that can't be sensible can it? The bastard's about to run at
me
Parkin:
Well he's randy!
I:
Yeah, yeah. I know he is
[Withnail has his cigarettes out and is lighting up.]
Withnail:
Wants to get down there and have sex with those cows.
I:
Shut up Withnail!
Parkin:
Just run at it, shouting!
Withnail:
Do as he says, start shouting. It won't gore you
I:
A coward you are Withnail. An expert on bulls you are not!
[He shouts and throws the shopping in the air. The bull roars, I shouts
again and runs at it. It turns and retreats to its field.]
Parkin:
Shut that gate and keep it shut.
Withnail:
I think an evening at the Crow!
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The fields
[It is dark. The silloutes of Withnail and I appear on the skyline.]
I [narrating]:
If the Crow and Crown had ever had life it was dead now. It was
like walking into a lung. A self-sustained nicotin-yellow and
fly-blown lung. Its landlord was a retired alcoholic with
military pretentions and a complection like the inside of a
teapot. By the time the doors opened he was arseholed on rum and
got progresively more arseholed until he could take no more and
fell over at about twelve 'o' clock.
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The Crow and Crown
[Withnail and I are stood at the bar.]
Withnail:
We'll have another pair of large scotches.
[Raymond, the publican, gets the drink and takes the money for them. In
opening the till he just avoids falling over. Withnail and I suppress
laughter.]
Raymond:
Thought I was going for a minute but no man's put me down yet.
Have you had any training in the martial arts?
Withnail:
Yes, as a matter of I have. Before I became a journalist I was in
the terretorials.
Raymond:
Do you know, when you first came in here I knew you were a
services man. You can never, never disguise it.
Withnail:
What were you in?
Raymond:
Tanks. Afrika Korps. A little before your time. Don't suppose
you've engaged.
Withnail:
Ireland.
Raymond:
Ooooh, a crack at the Mick.
Withnail:
We'll have another pair of large scotches
Raymond:
These shall be my pleasure. What are you doing up here then?
Withnail:
We're doing a feature for Country Life. Survey of rural types:
farmers, traveling tinkers, milkmen; that sort of thing.
Raymond:
Have you met Jake? Poacher. Works the lake but keep it under your
hat, hmm?
[They take their drinks to a table.]
I:
What's all this army bollocks?
Withnail:
We got a drink didn't we?
[Rather later, the pair are the only remaining customers. Raymond, wiping
down the bar, is clearly leggless.]
Raymond:
Time please gentlemen.
I:
[The door clatters open and a man in a thick coat walks in, leans over the
bar and helps himself to a beer. I nudges Withnail. The man takes an eel
from his trousers which wriggles around violently. He strikes its head on
the bar and returns it to his trousers.]
I:
Ask him if we can have one
Withnail:
What for?
I:
So that we can eat it! 'We're fed up with stew'
[They approach the bar.]
Withnail:
Excuse me, could we have an eel? You've got eels down your leg
Jake:
You leave them alone. Nothing down there of interest to you.
[He removes a pheasant from under his coat.]
Help us out Raymond. He's been stuffed from arsehole to t' beak.
I:
Ask him if we can have one of those. Go on.
Withnail:
Excuse me, we were wondering if we could purchase a pheasant off
of you
Jake:
No.
Withnail:
Come on old boy. What's in your hump?
Jake:
Those pheasants are for his pot. There eels are for my pot. Now
what makes you think I should give you something for your pot?
Withnail:
What pot?
I:
Our cooking pot.
Jake:
Ah, he know. Here, give us a wheeze on that fag.
[He takes the cigarette from Withnail's mouth and takes a draw. I gives him
the remains of a packet.]
Jake:
Might come up and see you lads in the week . Might bring you up a
rabbit.
Withnail:
We don't want a rabbit, we want a pheasant.
Jake:
Now listen here you young prat. Haven't got no pheasants. Haven't
got no birds. No more than you have.
Withnail:
Of course you have, you're the poacher.
Jake:
If I hear more words out of you I'll come up and set one of these
black puddin's on you
Withnail:
Don't threaten me with a dead fish
Jake:
Half dead he might be, but I'll come up after you and wake you up
with a live one.
Withnail:
Sod your pheasants. You'll have to find us first.
[They make to leave]
Jake:
I know where you are. You're at crow crag. I've been wathching
you. Especially you, prancing like a tit. You want working on
boy. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Withnail:
if i see that sillage heap prowling around here i'll take the
bastard axe to him. bastards. you'll all suffer. i'm going to be
a star!
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Withnail:
Vegtables again. I'll be sprouting feelers soon
I:
There's black pudding in it.
Withnail:
Black puddings are no good to us. I want somethings flesh!
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Withnail:
I think I'll call myself Donald Twain. Get down, get down. It's
him, what does he want?
I:
Better get down there and ask him.
Withnail:
Don't be ridiculous, he's got a gun. Bastard's phycotic, you've
only got to look at him.
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Withnail:
this place has become impossible. Nothing to eat, freezing cold
and now a madman on the prowl outside with eels.
I:
alright you've made your point. we pack up tomorrow and get out.
Withnail:
where are you going?
I:
I'm going for a slash
Withnail:
you can't go outside, i can't get my boots on when they're hot.
I:
then i'll go alone
Withnail:
no you won't these are the sort of windows faces look in at.
I:
alright then i won't have a slash
Withnail:
and in both our interests i think we should sleep together
tonight.
I:
don't be ridiculous he;s not going to come up here in the dark.
Withnail:
yes he is and if he catches one of us off guard he's got a much
better chance of dealing with the other.
I:
no
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I:
ha ha ha ha ha
Withnail:
what are you laughing about
I:
i was dreaming
Withnail:
you frightened the piss out of me. move over
I:
will you get out
Withnail:
no
I:
alright, i'll have to sleep in your bed
Withnail:
then i'll have to come with you
I:
alright you can stay but the gun goes
Withnail:
no, i have to keep the gun . i intend to stay awake until
morning.
I:
it's my bed and i demand presidence. mad f***ing bastard
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I:
ah ah. what.
Withnail:
i heard a noise.
I:
there is nothing get to bed. what was that?
Withnail:
listen listen
I:
probably just foxes. perhaps its the farmer
Withnail:
at two in the morning? it's the killer. he's come to kill us.
it's all your fault, you've even given him the f***ing gun. I've
got to get in. He's trying to get in.
I:
He can't, he'll go away. He's going away.
Withnail:
He's getting in thorough the window. He's sharpening the f***ing
knife
I:
where's the matches?
Withnail:
in the kitchen.
I:
alright. we'll have to tackle with him. you stay in bed and
pretend to be asleep. when he goes for you i'll jump on his back.
Withnail:
no no, it'll be too late by then, i'll be knifed. we'll have to
try and make friends with him. He's going to your room. it's you
he wants. offer him yourself! we mean no harm.
Monty:
oh my boys, my boys.
I:
monty! monty monty!
Withnail:
monty you terrible c*nt. what are you doing prowling round in the
middle of the f***ing night?
Monty:
i had a punctured tyre. i had to wait an eon for assistance. i'm
sorry if i frightened you. i'll sleep in the other room if i may
I:
anywhere you like Monty
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Monty:
ah, good morning. did you sleep well?
I:
mmmm. you've been busy in here
Monty:
as a bee. I do appologise for last night, it was perfectly
inconsidereate of me.
I:
that's perfectly alright monty. how did you repair the window?
Monty:
didn't break it. merely forced it a little. there was an empty
wine bottle on the ledge. tomatoes. you better wake him,
breakfast in fifteen minutes.
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Monty:
The older order changeth giving way to the new and God forfills
himself in many ways and soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away
by some vulgar little tumor. My boys, we are at the end of an
age. We live in a land of weather forcasts and breakfasts that
set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by labour. Now which of
you is going to be a splendid fellow and go down to the Rolls for
the rest of the wine?
I:
I'll go.
Withnail:
I'll go.
I:
No, I'll go - I need to see about digging the car out.
Monty:
But we have my car dear boy.
I:
Yes, but if it rains we're buggered. I mean...
Monty:
Stranded!
Withnail:
Leave this to me
I:
I'll come with you, I could do with a walk. Besides. I shall need
you to work on the joint. I hear you're a little wizard in the
kitchen.
Withnail:
Yeah, you the food and plumbings expert. [He starts putting his
polythene bags on.]
Monty:
What on earth are those?
Withnail:
We forgot to bring our wellingtons.
Monty:
You mean you've been up here in all this beastly mud and oomska
without wellingtons? This afternoon I'll take you both into
Penryth and get you fitted with some good quality rubber boots.
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The kitchen. [Monty has an apron on and is holding another.]
Monty:
I brought two of these in case either of you were any good in the
kitchen.
I:
I'm not.
Monty:
Oh, of course you are. Cooking's one of the natural talents.
Garlic, rosemary and salt. [He hands I a large joint of meat in a
paper wrapper. I puts it down on the side.]
I:
Look this is all very kind of you Monty but I really ought to be
out there getting some work done on the car.
Monty:
You haven't time we're taking late luncheon at three.
I:
We'll have to leave by three Monty. Didn't he tell you? We've got
to get back to sign on.
Monty:
Sign on!? At a labour exchange!?
I:
Yes, it's rather fashionable actually. All the actors do it. Even
Redgrave.
Monty:
Couldn't you forgo for just this one occasion? I've come a very
long way to see you both.
I:
Sorry can't. I mean, I'd love to stay but he's more adament to
get back than I am. [Monty slips the apron over I's head and ties
it behind him.]
Monty:
Then we must choose our moment and have a word with him. I'm sure
together we could persuade him. Now, garlic, rosemary and salt. I
can never touch meat until it's cooked. As a youth I used to weep
in butchers shops. [I moves through to the lounge and looks in
the bags of food on the table.]
I:
I can't find the rosemary.
Monty:
Can't find the rosemary! I'm sure we could find it together. [He
leans accross I in a rather comprimising fashion.]
I:
perhaps it's in the other bag.
Monty:
Perhaps it is. Shall we look? [He reaches accross with his other
arm cutting of any opatunity of escape. Withnail enters with the
wine and puts the bags on the table.]
Withnail:
Sorry. Sherry's in there. [Monty exits to the kitchen armed with
the sherry.]
I:
What do you mean sorry!? What's he doing here? We can't stay he
won't leave me alone.
Withnail:
Alright, we'll get the dinner down then we'll leave. [In the
kitchen Monty pulls the cork from the sherry and emerges with
three different glasses.]
Monty:
I'm afraid we must drink from these. I hope their shapes will not
offend your palates.
Withnail:
Chin chin.
Monty:
To a delightful weekend in the country.
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Penryth [Monty's car drives into Penryth and pulls up in the town
centre. Withnail and I get out of the car. Compared to Monty and
the car they look rather scruffy.]
Monty:
I do think you could at least have shaved. What will people
think, you look like a pair of farm-hands. Get away from the car.
[He takes out his wallet and hands Withnail two fivers.]
Monty:
Now, you get the wellingtons. I'm going to but some razors and
shaving soap. I'll meet you here in half an hour. [Monty drives
off]
Withnail:
Couple of blooms.
I:
One each. [He removes a fiver from Withnail's hand]
Withnail:
I:
What about the wellingtons?
Withnail:
Oh, bollocks to the wellingtons. We'll tell him there was a
farmer's conference and they had a run on them.
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Inside the pub [I is on the telephone while Withnail is at the
bar.]
I:
yeah, ok then. yeah. promise. [He puts down the phone and walks
over to withail]
I:
Hasn't heard a thing. They're still seeing people.
Withnail:
You don't want to go to Manchester anyway; play a bloody soilder.
I:
I don't know if I do. Bloody good little theatre that.
Withnail:
It's not much of a part is it. They'd make you cut you hair off.
I:
So what, you'd loose a leg! BARMAN: time please gents.
Withnail:
Alright we're going to have to work quickly. A pair of quadruple
whiskies and another pair of pints please.
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[Withnail and I emerge unsteadily from the pub.]
Withnail:
Where is he. Utterly aresholed.
I:
We're early. [I looks accross to some tearooms]
I:
We want to get in there don't we. Eat some cake. Soak up the
booze.
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[They enter the Penryth tea-rooms. I sits down at a table and
starts buttering the bread rolls on the table. Withnail, still
standing, points to the table and addresses an elderly waitress,
Miss Blennerhassit.]
Withnail:
Alright here? Miss B: No, we're closing in a minute.
Withnail:
We're leaving in a minute. Alright here? Miss B: What do you
want? [He sits down at the table and makes a rather perfunctory
examination of the menu.]
Withnail:
We'll have tea and cake. [An elderly man comes across to their
table. He is the proprietor] P: Did you hear her? She said she'd
closed. What do you want in here?
Withnail:
Cake and tea. what's it got to do with you? P: I happen to be the
proprietor. Now, will you leave?
Withnail:
Ah good, I'm glad you're the proprietor. I was going to have to
have a word with you anyway. We're doing a film up here, location
see. We might want to do a film in here. P: You're drunk.
I:
Just bring out the cake.
Withnail:
Cake and fine wine. Miss B: If you don't leave we'll call the
police.
Withnail:
Balls. We want the finest wines availible to humanity. We want
them here and we want them now. P: The police, Miss
Blennerhassit. [ I breaks off from stuffing breadrolls but hasn't
quite emptied his mouth at the start]
I:
Don't do that Miss Blenerhassit. I'm warning you Miss
Blennerhassit, if you do - you're fired. We are
multi-millionaries. we'll buy this place and fire you
immediately.
Withnail:
Yeah, that's right, we'll buy this place and install a f***ing
duke-box and liven all you stiffs up a bit. P: The police Miss
Blenerhassit. Just tell them there are a couple of drunks in the
Penryth tea rooms and we'd like them removed.
I:
We are not drunks, we are multi-millionaires. P: Come on Mabs,
we'll keep them here until they arrive [She starts to dial]
Withnail:
You won't keep us anywhere. Miss B: Police please
Withnail:
We'll buy this place and have it knocked down.
I:
It's alright, 's alright. Our car has arrived. [He pulls back a
curtain to reveal that indeed their car has arrived, in the form
on Monty in the Rolls. They get up and I staggers out the door]
Withnail:
We're coming back in here. [He tries to lean on a convenient post
but misses and staggers a bit. He points meaningfully at the
various customers as he leaves, shutting his coat in the door.]
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The cottage [Withnail and I are sat inside. There is no sign of
Monte. I has just finished shaving and is rubbing his face with a
towel.]
I:
Where is he?
Withnail:
Sulking up the hill. He says he won't come down for lunch without
an appology.
I:
Suits me, he can eat his f***ing radish. [Unseen, Monte enters
and addresses I]
Monty:
It's all you fault.
I:
I beg your pardon Monte.
Monty:
You lead him astray. Oh don't pretend you don't understand, I
know what you're up to. [Withnail stands up and offers Monte a
glass]
Withnail:
Sherry?
Monty:
Sherry!? Oh no, no, no, no. I'll fall straight into his trap.
He's so mauve we don't know what he'll do next. [I walks out in
distgust as Monte sips the sherry.]
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the kitchen [I is at the sink peeling potatoes. Monte enters]
Monty:
I'm preparing myself to forgive you. I think you've been punished
enough. I think we better release you from the legume and
transfer you talents to the meat. [he takes him by the hand into
the lounge]
Monty:
You shouldn't treat each other so badly. He's been working his
fingers to the bone and all you do is sit in here drinking. Now,
he's going to revitalize himself in here while you finish the
vegtables.
Withnail:
I don't know how to do them.
Monty:
Well of course you don't. You're incapable of indulging in
anything but pleasure am I not right? [I merely smiles]
Monty:
You don't deserve such loyalty. Now come along, I'm going to
teach you how to peel a potato. [He rolls up Withnail's sleeves
and takes him unwillingly into the kitchen. Withnail swipes a
glass of sherry off the table on the way there.]
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the dinner table [All three are sat around the table eating a
good looking roast dinner. There is plenty of extra meat and a
good supply of wine.]
Monty:
It's very stimulating getting back to a basic sort of lifestyle.
Without effecened emotion and poisonous inhibition.
I:
Except the problem do tend to take the edge off it.
Monty:
What do you mean?
I:
There are no proper facilities
Monty:
All the glorious trials of youth dear boy. When I was a lad I'd
rocket off on my tandem with Wrigglesworth and ride and ride.
Find some old barn and fall asleep with the sweet perfume of hay
on our lips.
Withnail:
Would it be in poor form to plagarise a toast?
Monty:
It depend entirely on the quality of the wine. In this case, it
Withnail:
In that case, to a delightful weekend in the country.
Monty:
Oooh, we were expecting a volley of argument concerning Mr
Redgrave. [I gives Withnail a look of daggers]
I:
You're forgetting Jake.
Monty:
Jake can wait too.
I:
Jake's not a friend Monte. I'd hoped to avoid telling you this,
but there's a madman on the loose outside.
Monty:
Is this true?
Withnail:
Well, there's this local type. Poacher. We got into a bit of a
tiff and he threatened me with a dead fish. Yes, it was rather
amusing acutally. When you came into the house we thought it was
him and we thought that you cleaning your boots was him
sharpening the knife.
Monty:
Oh, how delicious!
I:
I'm going for a walk.
Monty:
Oh, wait for us dear boy, we'll all go.
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Outside the cottage [I is leaning on the wall. Withnail emerges
and walks briskly over to him]
Withnail:
Look, I know what your thinking but I had no alternative. The old
beggers come a long way and I didn't want to put the wind up him.
I:
You sensitivity overwhelms me. If you think you're having a
weekends indulgence up here at his expense, which means him
having a weekends induldgence up here at my expense you've got
another thing coming.
Withnail:
Anyway, he sent me out to say the coffee's ready.
I:
I couldn't drink it. I've got a crick in my mouth from grinning.
Withnail:
Well stop smilling at him.
I:
I can't help it, I'm so uptight with him.
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The hillside. [The are walking through thick bracken listening to
Monte expound on Oxford.]
Monty:
Longtemps, longtemps de teau cheveux. Oh, Bodelair. Brings back
such memories of Oxford. I [voice over] followed by yet another
anecdote about his sensitive crimes in a punt with a chap called
Norman who had ref hair and a poetry book stained with the butter
drips from crumpets.
Monty:
Indeed I often wonder where Norman is now. Probably wintering
with his mother in Guilford, a cat, rain, vim under the sink and
both bars on. But old now, there is no true beauty without decay.
Withnail:
Legium pro Britania
Monty:
How right you are, how right you are. We live in a kingdom of
(rains/reigns) where royalty comes in gangs. Come on lads, the
sky's bruising, night must fall and we shall be forced to camp.
I:
He's having my room. I want the room with the lock. Agree to that
or I'm off.
Withnail:
Alright, alright [They stride off back to the cottage. Before
they get there, they see Jake at the door. Monte looks at him
through the binoculars]
I:
Good old Jake eh? And that's precisely the reason I'm off back to
London. Come on, lets pack up and get off. Good old Jake, eh
Withnail. Lets all have a laugh. Good old Jake.
Monty:
He's going away. [They walk down to the cottage. There is a hare
tied to the door with a note attached. Withnail unfolds the note
and hands it to Monte. Monty clearly has some difficulty in
reading the note.]
Monty:
Here hare here. [The meaning dawns on him.]
Monty:
Here hare here!
Withnail:
Good old Jake.
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The cottage. [They are playing poker with bottle tops and a few
coins. An old gramaphone is plaing in the background. The game is
stud with two down cards - Monty has the ace of spades and two
small spades showing, I just queen high]
Monty:
Ace bets two and it's over to you.
Withnail:
You two and up two.
I:
So that's four?
Monty:
That's four. [I puts in four. Monty deals the last set of cards.]
Monty:
?
Withnail:
Denai surenum defit. [He deals I another queen to I]
Monty:
Oh, there she is. [He deals himself another spade]
Monty:
A possible flush. Well, it's the two queens to bet!
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[Still at the table, Monty winds up the gramaphone.]
Monty:
Another hand? [Withnail looks up and slumps in his chair. He is
totally plastered.]
Monty:
I think we'd better get him to bed.
I:
No, he's down here. You're in my room, I'm in his room and he's
down here.
Monty:
I wouldn't dream of depriving the poor fellow of his bed.
Particularlly in that condition.
I:
It's what he wants!
Withnail:
No I don't I want to get to bed!
I:
Come on then luvy, lets get you to bed then. A good nights sleep
will do us both some good. [He grabs Withnail under the arms and
manouvers him out of the room.]
I:
We'll I'll say good night then Monty.
Withnail:
I want to be alone. [I staggers up the stairs with Withnail who
mumers about wanting to be on his own. He drops him on the bed
and dashes back to his own room to get his bedding. Before he can
get back though Monty has come up the stairs and just finished
locking the door.]
Monty:
He doesn't want to sleep with you.
I:
Right then, You're in there and I'll take the couch. I'll say
night night then Monty.
Monty:
You already have. Twice!
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[Downstairs I frantically aranges the blankets on the settee.
Monty enters]
I:
What is it Monty, I'm terribly tired I need to get to bed.
Monty:
But not that tired eh? Are you a sponge or a stone?
I:
I beg you pardon Monty?
Monty:
Do you like to sample all facets of life or do you shut yourself
off from new experience.
I:
I voted conserative
Monty:
Loyalty isn't a matter of selection.
I:
I quite agree, it's more a matter of chosing to whom one is
loyal. I'm terribly tired Monty, I need to get to bed.
Monty:
You must mustn't you. Off you go then. I'll sleep down here. It
won't be the first time I've been left with the couch!
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[I is in bed. He has barricaded the door by propping a chair
against the knob. There is a determined pushing at the door from
the other side which dislodges the chair and Monty enters.]
Monty:
Boy! Boy! I know you're not asleep boy. But he is. I've been into
his room. He won't hear a thing.
I:
No I'm not asleep. What is it Monty, what do you want. [I lights
a candle. Monty sits down on the side on the bed.]
Monty:
I tried not to come, oh how I tried not to.
I:
There's something I've got to tell you Monty.
Monty:
There's no need to explain, he's told me everything.
I:
What! What's he told you?
Monty:
About how you came to Chelsea and you arrest in the totenham
court road. He told me about your probelms, how you feel.
I:
Probelms, what problems?
Monty:
You are a toilet trader! Go with it boy, give into to it. It's
like a tide. Don't let it ruin your youth as I nearly did over
Eric.
I:
I'm not homosexual Monty
Monty:
Yes you are! Of course you are. You're only saying that to deny
your relationship with him. It's not his fault that he can't love
you any more that it's mine that I adore you. Can't we allow
ourselves this one moment of indiscretion? He need never know.
I:
I don't care what he knows, you must leave Monty. [I gets out of
bed and goes over to the door. Monty beats him to it.]
Monty:
I mean to have you even if it must be burgulary. [I races to the
other side of the room. Monty advances.]
I:
Monty you must listen! We're in an affair, we have been for
years. But he's estranged, he won't allow himself to admit it.
That's why he's rejecting me while you're here. On my life Monty,
this is the first time in six years we havn't slept together. I
couldn't cheat on him, it would kill him.
Monty:
Oh my dear boy, if I'd realised that I'd never have attempted to
come between you.
I:
I know that Monty, I respected you for your sensitivity, I thank
you for it.
Monty:
You better go to him
I:
Oh, I intend to. This instant.
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Withnail's room [Withnail is asleep in bed with the shotgun. I
enters]
I:
Withnail you bastard wake up. Wake up you bastard before I burn
this bastard bed down.
Withnail:
I deny all accusations. What do you want?
I:
I've just narrowly avoided having a buggery. And I've come in
here with the express intention of wishing one on you. That said,
I'm leaving for London.
Withnail:
Hold on, hold on. Don't let you imagination run away with you.
[He light up and coughs up some phlem]
I:
I've just finished fighting a naked man. How dare you tell him
I'm a toilet trader!
Withnail:
Tatical necessity. If I hadn't told him you were active we'd
never have got the cottage.
I:
I wouldn't have wanted it, not with him in it.
Withnail:
I never thought he'd come all this way.
I:
Monty!? He'd go to New York.
Withnail:
Calcualted risk.
I:
What is all this calculated risk and tactical necessity. It's me,
naked, in a corner. And how dare you tell him I love you? And how
dare you tell him you rejected me? How dare you tell him that!?
Withnail:
Sorry about that, got a bit carried away. Sort of said it without
thinking. [I takes the gun]
I:
Well let me tell you something Withnail, if he comes in my room
again its murder and you'll be held resposible in law.
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The cottage [Withnail is eating lunch at the table. I is reading
a note]
I:
'Perhaps it is just that the evesdropper should leave as his
trade dictates, in secrecy and in the dead of night. I do
sincerely hope that you will find the happiness that has saddly
always been denied me. Yours faithfully, Montegue H Withnail.'
Poor old bastard.
Withnail:
Now I must say, that represents a level of hippocrasy in you that
I'd previously suspected but not noticed due to highly evasive
skills.
I:
You'll suffer for this Withnail. What you have done will have to
be paid for.
Withnail:
I'll say one thing for Monte; he keeps a sensational cellar.
[There is a knock at the door.]
I:
Who is it. VOICE: Telegram. [I gets the telegram and opens it. He
shows it to Withnail]
Withnail:
Well done.
I:
Well it doesn't mean to say I've got the part. They probably just
want to see me again. Well, that settles it, we leave
immediately.
Withnail:
What!?
I:
Get you stuff together, we leave in half an hour.
Withnail:
Don't be ridiculous, I need at least an hour for lunch.
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The car [Withnail is eating the lunch from a plate on his knee.
It is raining heavinly and I's side of the windscreen is
impossible to see through]
Withnail:
You got a truck coming up in this lane followed by a slow
right-hander.
I:
This is insanity
Withnail:
Stay in this lane
I:
What lane, I can't see any lane.
Withnail:
Bear right, bear right.
I:
I can't keep this up. And I must get some sleep.
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The car [It is daytime again, and the rain has stopped.I is
asleep in the back on the car. The car jerks around and he woken.
As he looks out the window, the camera moves with his view. The
car is hurtling down the motorway swerving between the other
cars.]
I:
What's going on?
Withnail:
I'm making time.
I:
Pull over, you haven't got a license.
Withnail:
No, I'm making time. Here comes another f***er. [They swerve
infront of several more cars. Then I sees a police van behind
them.]
I:
On no.
Withnail:
It's perfectly alright, leave him to me.
I:
You're full of scotch you silly tool. [The police van comes along
side them and a policeman leans out pointing markedly to the
roadside. Withnail pulls over, the van draws up in front on them
and the officers approach the car. One knocks on the window and
Withnail winds it down.] P1: Bit early in the morning for
festivities isn't it sir? [There is a large pile of bottles on
the passenger seat of the car]
Withnail:
They're not mine, they belong to him. P1: You're drunk.
Withnail:
I assure you I'm not officer, I've only had a few ales. P1: Out
of the car. Please. Sir. [Withnail makes no move so he opens the
door. Withnail virtually falls out then stands against the car.
The policeman offers him a breathaliser] P1: Would you fill this
bag please sir. [Withnail shakes his head] P1: Are you refusing
to fill this bag?
Withnail:
I most certainly am P1: I'm placing you under arrest.
Withnail:
Don't be ridiculous I haven't done anything. Listen, my cousin's
a QC. P2:
Get in the back on the van.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Police station [Withnail is behind a screen. A sergant is sat at
a desk while other policemen wonder around] P3: Serg, what's that
clown up to? [The sergent pulls a gap in the screen and sees
withnail with the contraption Danny gave him. He grabs the tube
and urine splashes everywhere. Withnail grins sheepishly]
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The flat [Withnail and I enter their flat. They look through the
post]
Withnail:
Where's our checks?
I:
We didn't sign on.
Withnail:
That wouldn't make any difference to last weeks payments. [They
hear music from upstairs. The door to the bathroom is ajar and in
the bath is a large black man who looks at them inquiringly. I
looks in his bedroom. The bed is occupied by Danny]
I:
What are you doing in my bed? D: Having a sleep.
I:
Who's the huge spade in the bath? D: Presuming Ed.
I:
Well I want you out. You've got ten minutes alright? Coz I want
to get in.
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The lounge [All four are sat in the lounge]
Withnail:
How did you get in? D: Inginuity man - come up the drainpipe.
Would you like a smoke?
Withnail:
Yes
I:
No thanks, I've got a call to make. [Danny starts pulling out
rizzlers at a prolific rate]
Withnail:
What are you going to do with those? D: The joint I am about to
roll requires a craftsman and can utalise up to twelve spliffs.
It is called a Camberwell carrot.
I:
It's imposible to use 12 papers on one joint. D: It is impossible
to roll a camberwell carrot with anything less.
Withnail:
Who says it's a Camberwell carrot. D: I do. I invented it in
Camberwell and it's shaped like a carrot. [Cut to Danny on the
settee. The Camberwell carrot is complete and is indeed of
prodidiuos proportions. As Danny lights it we see only the end
but as he hands it to withnail we see the true size. It is
enormous.] D:
These will tend to make you very high. [Withnailtakes a long draw] D: This grass is the most powerfull in the
western hemisphere. It grows at exactly two thousand feet above
sea-level. I have it special flown in from my man in Mexico. His
name's Huang. He's an expert. [I returns from his phone call] D:
Did you get the part man? [I takes a draw on the joint and
splutters. He shakes his head]
I:
No, I got a different one. They want me to play the lead.
Withnail:
Congratulations. D: Where exactly have you two been?
I:
A trip to the countryside. D: That is a very good idea. London is
a city coming down from its trip and there's going to be a lot of
refugees. [Presuming Ed laughs deeply] D: Did you realise this
gafs overrun with rodents? When I came in I saw one in the oven
the size of a f***ing dog.
I:
That is a dog, belongs to the man downstairs. D: Does his dog get
in the oven.
Withnail:
No his dog doesn't come up here. D: Then it was a rodent. Quite
freeked me at the time. I was going to cook onions. There was
some bald gieser round here the other day reckoned you owed him
235 quid backrent. I told him there was no question of paying
rent on a property infested with rodent. Started coming on all
bald with me.
Withnail:
You mean ratty. D: I told him to piss off.
I:
You bloody fool. He'll have us up in court again. D: No he won't,
it's not legal.
Withnail:
We can quote you on that I presume. D: Law rather appeals to me
actually. [Withnail laughs uncontrolably and drops to the floor]
D:
Just high.I:
Stop laughing will you Withnail, this is serious. D: No it ain't.
I looked into it. Studied the papers.
I:
What papers? D:
Legal papers. [He shakes the papers out of a bag]I:
Look, he's got our checks. What are you doing with these? D: I
was going to pay them in for you.
I:
For christ'd sake Withnail, stop laughing will you. Look, this is
a notice of eviction
Withnail:
Give it to my barrister. [Presuming Ed starts chanting and
rotating a globe] Ed: Harriramma, Hariramma
I:
Shup up will you, you're giving me the fear! Give us a downer
Danny, I've gone and f***ed my brain. D: Sit down man, take
control. You have a rush. It will pass.
I:
Aren't you getting absurdly high? D: Precisely the reason I'm
smoking it.
Withnail:
I couldn't I'm spaced. D: Not as spaced as you rodents.
I:
Don't talk about them. D: I expect they're talking to each other.
I:
Talking to each other? What do you mean? D: I've dealt with them.
Given 'em all drugged onion.
I:
Why've you drugged their onions!? D: Sit down man, find your
neutral space. You have done something to your brain. You have
made it high. If I lay 10 mills of diazipan on you, you will do
something else to your brain, you will make it low. Why trust one
drug rather than the other. That politics ain't it.
I:
I'm going to eat some sugar. D: I recommend you smoke some more
grass.
I:
No way, no f***ing way. D: That is an unfortunate political
decission.
Withnail:
What are you talking about Danny? D: If you are holding onto a
rising balloon you are presented with a difficult political
decission - let go while you've still got the chance or hold onto
the rope and continue getting higher. That's politics man. We are
at the end of an age. The greatest decade in the history of
mankind is nearly over. They're selling hippy wigs in wolworths.
It is 91 days to the end of the decade and as presuming ed here
has so consistently pointed out, we have failed to paint it
black.
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I:
Right, I'm off now.
Withnail:
Already?
I:
My father will pick up my stuff in the week and do something
about the car.
Withnail:
But I've got us a bottle open. Confiscated it from Monte's
supplies. 53 Margaux. Best of the century
I:
I can't Withnail, I'll miss the train.
Withnail:
There's always time for a drink.
I:
I haven't the time.
Withnail:
Alright, I'll walk with you to the station. We can drink it
through the park. [He grabs his coat and an umbrella and takes
the bottle.]
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The Park [It is pouring down with rain. Withnail offer the bottle
to I]
I:
No thankyou, no more. Look, it's a stinker Withnail, why don't
you go home.
Withnail:
Because I want to walk you to the station.
I:
No, really, I really don't want you to. [They stop by the
wolves.]
I:
I shall miss you Withnail.
Withnail:
I'll miss you too. [I departs. Withnail walks to the fence and
leans against it.]
Withnail:
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and
indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly
frame the earth seems to me a sterile promotory; this most
excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging
firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it
appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of
vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, how like an angel in aprehension, how like
a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to
me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no,
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