Harold Pinter Plays 3

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by Harold Pinter


  Where?

  RUMSEY

  In the window.

  ELLEN

  It’s very dark outside.

  RUMSEY

  It’s high up.

  ELLEN

  Does it get darker the higher you get?

  RUMSEY

  No.

  Silence

  ELLEN

  Around me sits the night. Such a silence. I can hear myself. Cup my ear. My heart beats in my ear. Such a silence. Is it me? Am I silent or speaking? How can I know? Can I know such things? No-one has ever told me. I need to be told things. I seem to be old. Am I old now? No-one will tell me. I must find a person to tell me these things.

  BATES

  My landlady asks me in for a drink. Stupid conversation. What are you doing here? Why do you live alone? Where do you come from? What do you do with yourself? What kind of life have you had? You seem fit. A bit grumpy. You can smile, surely, at something? Surely you have smiled, at a thing in your life? At something? Has there been no pleasantness in your life? No kind of loveliness in your life? Are you nothing but a childish old man, suffocating himself?

  I’ve had all that. I’ve got all that. I said.

  ELLEN

  He sat me on his knee, by the window, and asked if he could kiss my right cheek. I nodded he could. He did. Then he asked, if, having kissed my right, he could do the same with my left I said yes. He did.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  She was looking down. I couldn’t hear what she said.

  BATES

  I can’t hear you. Yes you can, I said.

  RUMSEY

  What are you saying? Look at me, she said.

  BATES

  I didn’t. I didn’t hear you, she said. I didn’t hear what you

  RUMSEY

  But I am looking at you. It’s your head that’s bent.

  Silence

  BATES

  The little girl looked up at me. I said: at night horses are quite happy. They stand about, then after a bit of a time they go to sleep. In the morning they wake up, snort a bit, canter, sometimes, and eat. You’ve no cause to worry about them.

  ELLEN moves to RUMSEY

  RUMSEY

  Find a young man.

  ELLEN

  There aren’t any.

  RUMSEY

  Don’t be stupid.

  ELLEN

  I don’t like them.

  RUMSEY

  You’re stupid.

  ELLEN

  I hate them.

  Pause

  RUMSEY

  Find one.

  Silence

  BATES

  For instance, I said, those shapes in the trees, you’ll find they’re just birds, resting after a long journey.

  ELLEN

  I go up with the milk. The sky hits me. I walk in this wind to collide with them waiting.

  There are two. They halt to laugh and bellow in the yard. They dig and punch and cackle where they stand. They turn to move, look round at me to grin. I turn my eyes from one, and from the other to him.

  Silence

  BATES

  From the young people’s room – silence. Sleep? Tender love?

  It’s of no importance.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  I walk with my girl who wears—

  BATES

  Caught a bus to the town. Crowds. Lights round—

  Silence

  BLLEN

  After my work each day I walk back through people but I don’t notice them. I’m not in a dream or anything of that sort. On the contrary. I’m quite wide awake to the world around me. But not to the people. There must be something in them to notice, to pay attention to, something of interest in them. In fact I know there is. I’m certain of it. But I pass through them noticing nothing. It is only later, in my room, that I remember. Yes, I remember. But I’m never sure that what I remember is of to-day or of yesterday or of a long time ago.

  And then often it is only half things I remember, half things, beginnings of things.

  My drinking companion for the hundredth time asked me if I’d ever been married. This time I told her I had. Yes, I told her I had. Certainly. I can remember the wedding.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  On good evenings we walk through the hills to the top of the hill past the dogs the clouds racing

  ELLEN

  Sometimes the wind is so high he does not hear me.

  BATES

  Brought her into this place, my cousin runs it.

  ELLEN

  all the blue changes, I’m dizzy sometimes

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  that the path and the bushes are the same, that the gate is the same

  BATES

  You cross the field out of darkness.

  You arrive.

  ELLEN

  I turn to them and speak.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  and watch the folding light.

  BATES

  and their tittering bitches, and their music, and their love.

  ELLEN

  They ask me where I come from. I say of course from the country.

  Silence

  BATES

  Come with me tonight.

  ELLEN

  Where?

  BATES

  Anywhere. For a walk.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  My visit, my care, will be like any other visit, any other care.

  BATES

  I see something in a tree, a shape, a shadow.

  Silence

  ELLEN

  When I run …

  RUMSEY

  Floating … under me.

  ELLEN

  The horizon moves from the sun.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  They are sharp at first sight … then smudged … then lost … then glimpsed again … then gone.

  BATES

  feel all the dust drain out, let it go, feel the grit slip away.

  ELLEN

  I look them in their eyes.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  It’s high up.

  ELLEN

  Does it get darker the higher you get?

  RUMSEY

  No.

  Silence

  ELLEN

  Around me sits the night. Such a silence.

  BATES

  I’ve had all that. I’ve got all that. I said.

  ELLEN

  I nodded he could.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  She was looking down.

  BATES

  Yes you can, I said.

  RUMSEY

  What are you saying?

  BATES

  I didn’t hear you, she said.

  RUMSEY

  But I am looking at you. It’s your head that’s bent.

  Silence

  BATES

  In the morning they wake up, snort a bit, canter, sometimes, and eat.

  Silence

  ELLEN

  There aren’t any.

  RUMSEY

  Don’t be stupid.

  ELLEN

  I don’t like them.

  RUMSEY

  You’re stupid.

  Silence

  BATES

  For instance, I said, those shapes in the trees.

  ELLEN

  I walk in this wind to collide with them waiting.

  Silence

  BATES

  Sleep? Tender love? It’s of no importance.

  ELLEN

  I kiss them there and say

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  I walk

  Silence

  BATES

  Caught a bus

  Silence

  ELLEN

  Certainly. I can remember the wedding.

  Silence

  RUMSEY

  I walk with my girl who wears a grey blouse

  BATES

 
Caught a bus to the town. Crowds. Lights round the market

  Long silence

  Fade lights

  REVUE SKETCHES

  Night

  That’s Your Trouble

  That’s All

  Applicant

  Interview

  Dialogue for Three

  Night was first presented by Alexander H. Cohen Ltd. in an entertainment entitled Mixed Doubles at the Comedy Theatre on 9th April, 1969, with the following cast:

  MAN Nigel Stock

  WOMAN Vivien Merchant

  Directed by Alexander Doré

  That’s Your Trouble, That’s All, Applicant, Interview and Dialogue for Three were first presented on BBC Radio on the Third Programme between February and March 1964.

  NIGHT

  A woman and a man in their forties.

  They sit with coffee.

  MAN

  I’m talking about that time by the river.

  WOMAN

  What time?

  MAN

  The first time. On the bridge. Starting on the bridge.

  Pause

  WOMAN

  I can’t remember.

  MAN

  On the bridge. We stopped and looked down at the river. It was night. There were lamps lit on the towpath. We were alone. We looked up the river. I put my hand on the small of your waist. Don’t you remember? I put my hand under your coat.

  Pause

  WOMAN

  Was it winter?

  MAN

  Of course it was winter. It was when we met. It was our first walk. You must remember that.

  WOMAN

  I remember walking. I remember walking with you.

  MAN

  The first time? Our first walk?

  WOMAN

  Yes, of course I remember that.

  Pause

  We walked down a road into a field, through some railings. We walked to a corner of the field and then we stood by the railings.

  MAN

  No. It was on the bridge that we stopped.

  Pause

  WOMAN

  That was someone else.

  MAN

  Rubbish.

  WOMAN

  That was another girl.

  MAN

  It was years ago. You’ve forgotten.

  Pause

  I remember the light on the water.

  WOMAN

  You took my face in your hands, standing by the railings. You were very gentle, you were very caring. You cared. Your eyes searched my face. I wondered who you were. I wondered what you thought. I wondered what you would do.

  MAN

  You agree we met at a party. You agree with that?

  WOMAN

  What was that?

  MAN

  What?

  WOMAN

  I thought I heard a child crying.

  MAN

  There was no sound.

  WOMAN

  I thought it was a child, crying, waking up.

  MAN

  The house is silent.

  Pause

  It’s very late. We’re sitting here. We should be in bed. I have to be up early. I have things to do. Why do you argue?

  WOMAN

  I don’t. I’m not. I’m willing to go to bed. I have things to do. I have to be up in the morning.

  Pause

  MAN

  A man called Doughty gave the party. You knew him. I had met him. I knew his wife. I met you there. You were standing by the window. I smiled at you, and to my surprise you smiled back. You liked me. I was amazed. You found me attractive. Later you told me. You liked my eyes.

  WOMAN

  You liked mine.

  Pause

  WOMAN

  You touched my hand. You asked me who I was, and what I was, and whether I was aware that you were touching my hand, that your fingers were touching mine, that your fingers were moving up and down between mine.

  MAN

  No. We stopped on a bridge. I stood behind you. I put my hand under your coat, onto your waist. You felt my hand on you.

  Pause

  WOMAN

  We had been to a party. Given by the Doughtys. You had known his wife. She looked at you dearly, as if to say you were her dear. She seemed to love you. I didn’t. I didn’t know you. They had a lovely house. By a river. I went to collect my coat, leaving you waiting for me. You had offered to escort me. I thought you were quite courtly, quite courteous, pleasantly mannered, quite caring. I slipped my coat on and looked out of the window, knowing you were waiting. I looked down over the garden to the river, and saw the lamplight on the water. Then I joined you and we walked down the road through railings into a field, must have been some kind of park. Later we found your car. You drove me.

  Pause

  MAN

  I touched your breasts.

  WOMAN

  Where?

  MAN

  On the bridge. I felt your breasts.

  WOMAN

  Really?

  MAN

  Standing behind you.

  WOMAN

  I wondered whether you would, whether you wanted to, whether you would.

  MAN

  Yes.

  WOMAN

  I wondered how you would go about it, whether you wanted to, sufficiently.

  MAN

  I put my hands under your sweater, I undid your brassière, I felt your breasts.

  WOMAN

  Another night perhaps. Another girl.

  MAN

  You don’t remember my fingers on your skin?

  WOMAN

  Were they in your hands? My breasts? Fully in your hands?

  MAN

  You don’t remember my hands on your skin?

  Pause

  WOMAN

  Standing behind me?

  MAN

  Yes.

  WOMAN

  But my back was against railings. I felt the railings . . behind me. You were facing me. I was looking into your eyes. My coat was closed. It was cold.

  MAN

  I undid your coat.

  WOMAN

  It was very late. Chilly.

  MAN

  And then we left the bridge and we walked down the towpath and we came to a rubbish dump.

  WOMAN

  And you had me and you told me you had fallen in love with me, and you said you would take care of me always, and you told me my voice and my eyes, my thighs, my breasts, were incomparable, and that you would adore me always.

  MAN

  Yes I did.

  WOMAN

  And you do adore me always.

  MAN

  Yes I do.

  WOMAN

  And then we had children and we sat and talked and you remembered women on bridges and towpaths and rubbish dumps.

  MAN

  And you remembered your bottom against railings and men holding your hands and men looking into your eyes.

  WOMAN

  And talking to me softly.

  MAN

  And your soft voice. Talking to them softly at night.

  WOMAN

  And they said I will adore you always.

  MAN

  Saying I will adore you always.

  THAT’S YOUR TROUBLE

  Two men in a park. One on the grass, reading. The other making cricket strokes with umbrella.

  1 A. (stopping in mid-stroke): Eh, look at that bloke, what’s he got on his back, he’s got a sandwich board on his back.

  2 B.: What about it?

  3 A.: He wants to take it off, he’ll get a headache.

  4 B.: Rubbish.

  5 A.: What do you mean?

  6 B.: He won’t get a headache.

  7 A.: I bet he will.

  8 B.: The neck! It affects his neck! He’ll get a neckache.

  9 A.: The strain goes up.

  10 B.: Have you ever carried a sandwich board?

  11 A.: Never.

  12 B.: Then how do you know which way the strain goes
? (Pause.) It goes down! The strain goes down, it starts with the neck and it goes down. He’ll get a neckache and a backache.

  13 A.: He’ll get a headache in the end.

  14 B.: There’s no end.

  15 A.: That’s where the brain is.

  16 B.: That’s where the what is?

  17 A.: The brain.

  18 B.: It’s nothing to do with the brain.

  19 A.: Oh, isn’t it?

  20 B.: It won’t go anywhere near his brain.

  21 A.: That’s where you’re wrong.

  22 B.: I’m not wrong. I’m right. (Pause.) You happen to be talking to a man who knows what he’s talking about. (Pause.) His brain doesn’t come into it. If you’ve got a strain, it goes down. It’s not like heat.

  23 A.: What do you mean?

  24 B. (ferociously): If you’ve got a strain it goes down! Heat goes up! (Pause.)

  25 A.: You mean sound.

  26 B.: I what?

  27 A.: Sound goes up.

  28 B.: Sound goes anywhere it likes! It all depends where you happen to be standing, it’s a matter of physics, that’s something you’re just completely ignorant of, but you just try carrying a sandwich board and you’ll find out soon enough. First the neck, then the shoulders, then the back, then it worms into the buttocks, that’s where it worms. The buttocks. Either the right or the left, it depends how you carry your weight. Then right down the thighs – a straight drop to his feet and he’ll collapse.

  29 A.: He hasn’t collapsed yet.

  30 B.: He will. Give him a chance. A headache! How can he get a headache? He hasn’t got anything on his head! I’m the one who’s got the headache. (Pause.) You just don’t know how to listen to what other people tell you, that’s your trouble.

  31 A.: I know what my trouble is.

  32 B.: You don’t know what your trouble is, my friend. That’s your trouble.

  THAT’S ALL

  MRS A.: I always put the kettle on about that time.

  MRS B.: Yes. (Pause.)

  MRS A.: Then she comes round.

  MRS B.: Yes. (Pause.)

  MRS A.: Only on Thursdays.

  MRS B.: Yes. (Pause.)

  MRS A.: On Wednesdays I used to put it on. When she used to come round. Then she changed it to Thursdays.

  MRS B.: Oh yes.

  MRS A.: After she moved. When she used to live round the corner, then she always came in on Wednesdays, but then when she moved she used to come down to the butcher’s on Thursdays. She couldn’t find a butcher up there.

  MRS B.: No.

  MRS A.: Anyway, she decided she’d stick to her own butcher. Well, I thought, if she can’t find a butcher, that’s the best thing.

 

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