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by Harold Pinter


  PRUE

  I knew him in the old days.

  MATT

  What do you mean?

  PRUE

  When he was a chef.

  Lambert’s mobile phone rings.

  LAMBERT

  Who the fuck’s this?

  He switches it on.

  Yes? What?

  He listens briefly.

  I said no calls! It’s my fucking wedding anniversary!

  He switches it off.

  Cunt.

  TABLE TWO

  SUKI

  I’m so proud of you.

  RUSSELL

  Yes?

  SUKI

  And I know these people are good people. These people who believe in you. They’re good people. Aren’t they?

  RUSSELL

  Very good people.

  SUKI

  And when I meet them, when you introduce me to them, they’ll treat me with respect, won’t they? They won’t want to fuck me behind a filing cabinet?

  SONIA comes to the table.

  SONIA

  Good evening.

  RUSSELL

  Good evening.

  SUKI

  Good evening.

  SONIA

  Everything all right?

  RUSSELL

  Wonderful.

  SONIA

  No complaints?

  RUSSELL

  Absolutely no complaints whatsoever. Absolutely numero uno all along the line.

  SONIA

  What a lovely compliment.

  RUSSELL

  Heartfelt.

  SONIA

  Been to the theatre?

  SUKI

  The opera.

  SONIA

  Oh really, what was it?

  SUKI

  Well … there was a lot going on. A lot of singing. A great deal, as a matter of fact. They never stopped. Did they?

  RUSSELL

  (To SONIA) Listen, let me ask you something.

  SONIA

  You can ask me absolutely anything you like.

  RUSSELL

  What was your upbringing?

  SONIA

  That’s funny. Everybody asks me that. Everybody seems to find that an interesting subject. I don’t know why. Isn’t it funny? So many people express curiosity about my upbringing. I’ve no idea why. What you really mean of course is – how did I arrive at the position I hold now – maîtresse d’hôtel – isn’t that right? Isn’t that your question? Well, I was born in Bethnal Green. My mother was a chiropodist. I had no father.

  RUSSELL

  Fantastic.

  SONIA

  Are you going to try our bread-and-butter pudding?

  RUSSELL

  In spades.

  SONIA smiles and goes.

  RUSSELL

  Did I ever tell you about my mother’s bread-and-butter pudding?

  SUKI

  You never have. Please tell me.

  RUSSELL

  You really want me to tell you? You’re not being insincere?

  SUKI

  Darling. Give me your hand. There. I have your hand. I’m holding your hand. Now please tell me. Please tell me about your mother’s bread-and-butter pudding. What was it like?

  RUSSELL

  It was like drowning in an ocean of richness.

  SUKI

  How beautiful. You’re a poet.

  RUSSELL

  I wanted to be a poet once. But I got no encouragement from my dad. He thought I was an arsehole.

  SUKI

  He was jealous of you, that’s all. He saw you as a threat. He thought you wanted to steal his wife.

  RUSSELL

  His wife?

  SUKI

  Well, you know what they say.

  RUSSELL

  What?

  SUKI

  Oh, you know what they say.

  The WAITER comes to the table and pours wine.

  WAITER

  Do you mind if I interject?

  RUSSELL

  Eh?

  WAITER

  I say, do you mind if I make an interjection?

  SUKI

  We’d welcome it.

  WAITER

  It’s just that I heard you talking about T. S. Eliot a little bit earlier this evening.

  SUKI

  Oh you heard that, did you?

  WAITER

  I did. And I thought you might be interested to know that my grandfather knew T. S. Eliot quite well.

  SUKI

  Really?

  WAITER

  I’m not claiming that he was a close friend of his. But he was a damn sight more than a nodding acquaintance. He knew them all in fact, Ezra Pound, W. H. Auden, C. Day Lewis, Louis MacNeice, Stephen Spender, George Barker, Dylan Thomas and if you go back a few years he was a bit of a drinking companion of D. H. Lawrence, Joseph Conrad, Ford Madox Ford, W. B. Yeats, Aldous Huxley, Virginia Woolf and Thomas Hardy in his dotage. My grandfather was carving out a niche for himself in politics at the time. Some saw him as a future Chancellor of the Exchequer or at least First Lord of the Admiralty but he decided instead to command a battalion in the Spanish Civil War but as things turned out he spent most of his spare time in the United States where he was a very close pal of Ernest Hemingway – they used to play gin rummy together until the cows came home. But he was also boon compatriots with William Faulkner, Scott Fitzgerald, Upton Sinclair, John Dos Passos – you know – that whole vivid Chicago gang – not to mention John Steinbeck, Erskine Caldwell, Carson McCullers and other members of the old Deep South conglomerate. I mean – what I’m trying to say is – that as a man my grandfather was just about as all round as you can get. He was never without his pocket bible and he was a dab hand at pocket billiards. He stood four square in the centre of the intellectual and literary life of the tens, twenties and thirties. He was James Joyce’s godmother.

  Silence.

  RUSSELL

  Have you been working here long?

  WAITER

  Years.

  RUSSELL

  You going to stay until it changes hands?

  WAITER

  Are you suggesting that I’m about to get the boot?

  SUKI

  They wouldn’t do that to a nice lad like you.

  WAITER

  To be brutally honest, I don’t think I’d recover if they did a thing like that. This place is like a womb to me. I prefer to stay in my womb. I strongly prefer that to being born.

  RUSSELL

  I don’t blame you. Listen, next time we’re talking about T. S. Eliot I’ll drop you a card.

  WAITER

  You would make me a very happy man. Thank you. Thank you. You are incredibly gracious people.

  SUKI

  How sweet of you.

  WAITER

  Gracious and graceful.

  He goes.

  SUKI

  What a nice young man.

  TABLE ONE

  LAMBERT

  You won’t believe this. You’re not going to believe this – and I’m only saying this because I’m among friends – and I know I’m well liked because I trust my family and my friends – because I know they like me fundamentally – you know – deep down they trust me – deep down they respect me – otherwise I wouldn’t say this. I wouldn’t take you all into my confidence if I thought you all hated my guts – I couldn’t be open and honest with you if I thought you thought I was a pile of shit. If I thought you would like to see me hung, drawn and fucking quartered – I could never be frank and honest with you if that was the truth – never …

  Silence.

  But as I was about to say, you won’t believe this, I fell in love once and this girl I fell in love with loved me back. I know she did.

  Pause.

  JULIE

  Wasn’t that me, darling?

  LAMBERT

  Who?

  MATT

  Her.

  LAMBERT

  Her? No, not her. A girl. I used to
take her for walks along the river.

  JULIE

  Lambert fell in love with me on the top of a bus. It was a short journey. Fulham Broadway to Shepherd’s Bush, but it was enough. He was trembling all over. I remember. (To PRUE) When I got home I came and sat on your bed, didn’t I?

  LAMBERT

  I used to take this girl for walks along the river. I was young, I wasn’t much more than a nipper.

  MATT

  That’s funny. I never knew anything about that. And I knew you quite well, didn’t I?

  LAMBERT

  What do you mean you knew me quite well? You knew nothing about me. You know nothing about me. Who the fuck are you anyway?

  MATT

  I’m your big brother.

  LAMBERT

  I’m talking about love, mate. You know, real fucking love, walking along the banks of a river holding hands.

  MATT

  I saw him the day he was born. You know what he looked like? An alcoholic. Pissed as a newt. He could hardly stand.

  JULIE

  He was trembling like a leaf on top of that bus. I’ll never forget it.

  PRUE

  I was there when you came home. I remember what you said. You came into my room. You sat down on my bed.

  MATT

  What did she say?

  PRUE

  I mean we were sisters, weren’t we?

  MATT

  Well, what did she say?

  PRUE

  I’ll never forget what you said. You sat on my bed.

  Didn’t you? Do you remember?

  LAMBERT

  This girl was in love with me – I’m trying to tell you.

  PRUE

  Do you remember what you said?

  TABLE TWO

  Richard comes to the table.

  RICHARD

  Good evening.

  RUSSELL

  Good evening.

  SUKI

  Good evening.

  RICHARD

  Everything in order?

  RUSSELL

  First class.

  RICHARD

  I’m so glad.

  SUKI

  Can I say something?

  RICHARD

  But indeed –

  SUKI

  Everyone is so happy in your restaurant. I mean women and men. You make people so happy.

  RICHARD

  Well, we do like to feel that it’s a happy restaurant.

  RUSSELL

  It is a happy restaurant. For example, look at me. Look at me. I’m basically a totally disordered personality, some people would describe me as a psychopath. (To SUKI) Am I right?

  SUKI

  Yes.

  RUSSELL

  But when I’m sitting in this restaurant I suddenly find I have no psychopathic tendencies at all. I don’t feel like killing everyone in sight, I don’t feel like putting a bomb under everyone’s arse. I feel something quite different, I have a sense of equilibrium, of harmony, I love my fellow diners. Now this is very unusual for me. Normally I feel – as I’ve just said – absolutely malice and hatred towards everyone within spitting distance – but here I feel love. How do you explain it?

  SUKI

  It’s the ambience.

  RICHARD

  Yes, I think ambience is that intangible thing that cannot be defined.

  RUSSELL

  Quite right.

  SUKI

  It is intangible. You’re absolutely right.

  RUSSELL

  Absolutely.

  RICHARD

  That is absolutely right. But it does – I would freely admit – exist. It’s something you find you are part of. Without knowing exactly what it is.

  RUSSELL

  Yes. I had an old schoolmaster once who used to say that ambience surrounds you. He never stopped saying that. He lived in a little house in a nice little village but none of us boys were ever invited to tea.

  RICHARD

  Yes, it’s funny you should say that. I was brought up in a little village myself.

  SUKI

  No? Were you?

  RICHARD

  Yes, isn’t it odd? In a little village in the country.

  RUSSELL

  What, right in the country?

  RICHARD

  Oh, absolutely. And my father once took me to our village pub. I was only that high. Too young to join him for his pint of course. But I did look in. Black beams.

  RUSSELL

  On the roof?

  RICHARD

  Well, holding the ceiling up in fact. Old men smoking pipes, no music of course, cheese rolls, gherkins, happiness. I think this restaurant – which you so kindly patronise – was inspired by that pub in my childhood. I do hope you noticed that you have complimentary gherkins as soon as you take your seat.

  SUKI

  That was you! That was your idea!

  RICHARD

  I believe the concept of this restaurant rests in that public house of my childhood.

  SUKI

  I find that incredibly moving.

  TABLE ONE

  LAMBERT

  I’d like to raise my glass.

  MATT

  What to?

  LAMBERT

  To my wife. To our anniversary.

  JULIE

  Oh darling! You remembered!

  LAMBERT

  I’d like to raise my glass. I ask you to raise your glasses to my wife.

  JULIE

  I’m so touched by this, honestly. I mean I have to say –

  LAMBERT

  Raise your fucking glass and shut up!

  JULIE

  But darling, that’s naked aggression. He doesn’t normally go in for naked aggression. He usually disguises it under honeyed words. What is it sweetie? He’s got a cold in the nose, that’s what it is.

  LAMBERT

  I want us to drink to our anniversary. We’ve been married for more bloody years than I can remember and it don’t seem a day too long.

  PRUE

  Cheers.

  MATT

  Cheers.

  JULIE

  It’s funny our children aren’t here. When they were young we spent so much time with them, the little things, looking after them.

  PRUE

  I know.

  JULIE

  Playing with them.

  PRUE

  Feeding them.

  JULIE

  Being their mothers.

  PRUE

  They always loved me much more than they loved him.

  JULIE

  Me too. They loved me to distraction. I was their mother.

  PRUE

  Yes, I was too. I was my children’s mother.

  MATT

  They have no memory.

  LAMBERT

  Who?

  MATT

  Children. They have no memory. They remember nothing. They don’t remember who their father was or who their mother was. It’s all a hole in the wall for them. They don’t remember their own life.

  SONIA comes to the table.

  SONIA

  Everything all right?

  JULIE

  Perfect.

  SONIA

  Were you at the opera this evening?

  JULIE

  No.

  PRUE

  No.

  SONIA

  Theatre?

  PRUE

  No.

  JULIE

  No.

  MATT

  This is a celebration.

  SONIA

  Oh my goodness! A birthday?

  MATT

  Anniversary.

  PRUE

  My sister and her husband. Anniversary of their marriage. I was her leading bridesmaid.

  MATT

  I was his best man.

  LAMBERT

  I was just about to fuck her at the altar when somebody stopped me.

  SONIA

  Really?

  MATT

  I stopped him. His
zip went down and I kicked him up the arse. It would have been a scandal. The world’s press was on the doorstep.

  JULIE

  He was always impetuous.

  SONIA

  We get so many different kinds of people in here, people from all walks of life.

  PRUE

  Do you really?

  SONIA

  Oh yes. People from all walks of life. People from different countries. I’ve often said, ‘You don’t have to speak English to enjoy good food.’ I’ve often said that. Or even understand English. It’s like sex isn’t it? You don’t have to be English to enjoy sex. You don’t have to speak English to enjoy sex. Lots of people enjoy sex without being English. I’ve known one or two Belgian people for example who love sex and they don’t speak a word of English. The same applies to Hungarians.

  LAMBERT

  Yes. I met a chap who was born in Venezuela once and he didn’t speak a fucking word of English.

  MATT

  Did he enjoy sex?

  LAMBERT

  Sex?

  SONIA

  Yes, it’s funny you should say that. I met a man from Morocco once and he was very interested in sex.

  JULIE

  What happened to him?

  SONIA

  Now you’ve upset me. I think I’m going to cry.

  PRUE

  Oh, poor dear. Did he let you down?

  SONIA

  He’s dead. He died in another woman’s arms. He was on the job. Can you see how tragic my life has been?

  Pause.

  MATT

  Well, I can. I don’t know about the others.

  JULIE

  I can too.

  PRUE

  So can I.

  SONIA

  Have a happy night.

  She goes.

  LAMBERT

  Lovely woman.

  The WAITER comes to the table and pours wine into their glasses.

  WAITER

  Do you mind if I interject?

  MATT

  What?

  WAITER

  Do you mind if I make an interjection?

  MATT

  Help yourself.

  WAITER

  It’s just that a little bit earlier I heard you saying something about the Hollywood studio system in the thirties.

  PRUE

  Oh you heard that?

  WAITER

  Yes. And I thought you might be interested to know that my grandfather was very familiar with a lot of the old Hollywood film stars back in those days. He used to knock about with Clark Gable and Elisha Cook Jr and he was one of the very few native-born Englishmen to have had it off with Hedy Lamarr.

  JULIE

  No?

  LAMBERT

  What was she like in the sack?

  WAITER

  He said she was really tasty.

  JULIE

  I’ll bet she was.

  WAITER

  Of course there was a very well-established Irish Mafia in Hollywood in those days. And there was a very close connection between some of the famous Irish film stars and some of the famous Irish gangsters in Chicago. Al Capone and Victor Mature for example. They were both Irish. Then there was John Dillinger the celebrated gangster and Gary Cooper the celebrated film star. They were Jewish.

 

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