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Authors: Harold Pinter
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got here, I kept going, all along … yes … I kept going all along. But all the same, I can’t go on like this, what I got to do, I got to get back there, find this man—
He turns and looks about the room.
Christ! That bastard, he ain’t even listening to me!
BLACKOUT.
DIM LIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW.
It is night. ASTON and DAVIES are in bed, DAVIES groaning.
ASTON sits up, gets out of bed, switches on the light, goes over to DAVIES and shakes him.
ASTON. Hey, stop it, will you? I can’t sleep.
DAVIES. What? What? What’s going on?
ASTON. You’re making noises.
DAVIES. I’m an old man, what do you expect me to do, stop breathing?
ASTON. You’re making noises.
DAVIES. What do you expect me to do, stop breathing?
ASTON goes to his bed, and puts on his trousers.
ASTON. I’ll get a bit of air.
DAVIES. What do you expect me to do? I tell you, mate, I’m not surprised they took you in. Waking an old man up in the middle of the night, you must be off your nut! Giving me bad dreams, who’s responsible, then, for me having bad dreams? If you wouldn’t keep mucking me about I wouldn’t make no noises! How do you expect me to sleep peaceful when you keep poking me all the time? What do you want me to do, stop breathing?
He throws the cover off and gets out of bed, wearing his vest, waistcoat and trousers.
It’s getting so freezing in here I have to keep my trousers on to go to bed. I never done that before in my life. But that’swhat I got to do here. Just because you won’t put in any bleeding heating! I’ve had just about enough with you mucking me about. I’ve seen better days than you have, man. Nobody ever got me inside one of them places, anyway. I’m a sane man! So don’t you start mucking me about. I’ll be all right as long as you keep your place. Just you keep your place, that’s all. Because I can tell you, your brother’s got his eye on you. He knows all about you. I got a friend there, don’t you worry about that. I got a true pal there. Treating me like dirt! Why’d you invite me in here in the first place if you was going to treat me like this? You think you’re better than me you got another think coming. I know enough. They had you inside one of them places before, they can have you inside again. Your brother’s got his eye on you! They can put the pincers on your head again, man! They can have them on again! Any time. All they got to do is get the word. They’d carry you in there, boy. They’d come here and pick you up and carry you in! They’d keep you fixed! They’d put them pincers on your head, they’d have you fixed! They’d take one look at all this junk I got to sleep with they’d know you were a creamer. That was the greatest mistake they made, you take my tip, letting you get out of that place. Nobody knows what you’re at, you go out you come in, nobody knows what you’re at! Well, nobody messes me about for long. You think I’m going to do your dirty work? Haaaaahhhhh! You better think again! You want me to do all the dirty work all up and down them stairs just so I can sleep in this lousy filthy hole every night? Not me, boy. Not for you boy. You don’t know what you’re doing half the time. You’re up the creek! You’re half off! You can tell it by looking at you. Who ever saw you slip me a few bob? Treating me like a bloody animal! I never been inside a nuthouse!
ASTON makes a slight move towards him. DAVIES takes his knife from his back pocket.
Don’t come nothing with me, mate. I got this here. I used it. I used it. Don’t come it with me.
A pause. They stare at each other.
Mind what you do now.
Pause.
Don’t you try anything with me.
Pause.
ASTON. I … I think it’s about time you found somewhere else. I don’t think we’re hitting it off.
DAVIES. Find somewhere else?
ASTON. Yes.
DAVIES. Me? You talking to me? Not me, man! You!
ASTON. What?
DAVIES. You! You better find somewhere else!
ASTON. I live here. You don’t.
DAVIES.
He turns and looks about the room.
Christ! That bastard, he ain’t even listening to me!
BLACKOUT.
DIM LIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW.
It is night. ASTON and DAVIES are in bed, DAVIES groaning.
ASTON sits up, gets out of bed, switches on the light, goes over to DAVIES and shakes him.
ASTON. Hey, stop it, will you? I can’t sleep.
DAVIES. What? What? What’s going on?
ASTON. You’re making noises.
DAVIES. I’m an old man, what do you expect me to do, stop breathing?
ASTON. You’re making noises.
DAVIES. What do you expect me to do, stop breathing?
ASTON goes to his bed, and puts on his trousers.
ASTON. I’ll get a bit of air.
DAVIES. What do you expect me to do? I tell you, mate, I’m not surprised they took you in. Waking an old man up in the middle of the night, you must be off your nut! Giving me bad dreams, who’s responsible, then, for me having bad dreams? If you wouldn’t keep mucking me about I wouldn’t make no noises! How do you expect me to sleep peaceful when you keep poking me all the time? What do you want me to do, stop breathing?
He throws the cover off and gets out of bed, wearing his vest, waistcoat and trousers.
It’s getting so freezing in here I have to keep my trousers on to go to bed. I never done that before in my life. But that’swhat I got to do here. Just because you won’t put in any bleeding heating! I’ve had just about enough with you mucking me about. I’ve seen better days than you have, man. Nobody ever got me inside one of them places, anyway. I’m a sane man! So don’t you start mucking me about. I’ll be all right as long as you keep your place. Just you keep your place, that’s all. Because I can tell you, your brother’s got his eye on you. He knows all about you. I got a friend there, don’t you worry about that. I got a true pal there. Treating me like dirt! Why’d you invite me in here in the first place if you was going to treat me like this? You think you’re better than me you got another think coming. I know enough. They had you inside one of them places before, they can have you inside again. Your brother’s got his eye on you! They can put the pincers on your head again, man! They can have them on again! Any time. All they got to do is get the word. They’d carry you in there, boy. They’d come here and pick you up and carry you in! They’d keep you fixed! They’d put them pincers on your head, they’d have you fixed! They’d take one look at all this junk I got to sleep with they’d know you were a creamer. That was the greatest mistake they made, you take my tip, letting you get out of that place. Nobody knows what you’re at, you go out you come in, nobody knows what you’re at! Well, nobody messes me about for long. You think I’m going to do your dirty work? Haaaaahhhhh! You better think again! You want me to do all the dirty work all up and down them stairs just so I can sleep in this lousy filthy hole every night? Not me, boy. Not for you boy. You don’t know what you’re doing half the time. You’re up the creek! You’re half off! You can tell it by looking at you. Who ever saw you slip me a few bob? Treating me like a bloody animal! I never been inside a nuthouse!
ASTON makes a slight move towards him. DAVIES takes his knife from his back pocket.
Don’t come nothing with me, mate. I got this here. I used it. I used it. Don’t come it with me.
A pause. They stare at each other.
Mind what you do now.
Pause.
Don’t you try anything with me.
Pause.
ASTON. I … I think it’s about time you found somewhere else. I don’t think we’re hitting it off.
DAVIES. Find somewhere else?
ASTON. Yes.
DAVIES. Me? You talking to me? Not me, man! You!
ASTON. What?
DAVIES. You! You better find somewhere else!
ASTON. I live here. You don’t.
DAVIES.
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