Goodbye Christopher Robin Page #2
work like this.
Daphne.
Yes? But it's true,
isn't it?
OLIVE:
Mummy and Daddyare going to a ball!
ALAN:
Your majesty.DAPHNE:
(CHUCKLES) My liege.Don't they look lovely?
Goodbye!
Look, Billy, Mummy and Daddy
are off again on holiday.
Ho-li-day.
Thank you.
OLIVE:
It's Daddy's first night.
CHRISTOPHER ROBIN: Nou,
how can it be his first night?
Blue is about
100 years old.
OLIVE:
It's the first nightof his new play, silly.
Well, for all you cricket
enthusiasts here in the audience...
...I'm sorry
to report that rain
has stopped play at the Oval.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)
Here in the West End,
of course,
nothing stops the play.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)
(FLIES BUZZING)
Um, this, this play...
I-I wrote this play...
This, this play was...
(EXPLOSIONS)
I wrote this...
(BUZZING CONTINUES)
I wrote this...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
The play was, um...
You're supposed
to make a speech.
You're supposed to say
something sweet about...
(PANTING)
(CHATTERING)
DAPHNE:
You missedthe most enchanting party.
ERNEST:
And the playwas pretty good.
DAPHNE:
It's in all the papers,
if you want the details.
"The Princess Royal
accompanied by
Princess Maud was in a box.
"...the elegant Mrs. Milne."
Alan, if you
hadn't deserted me,
people wouldn't
take the liberty
of making
remarks like that.
Remarks? What remarks?
"Elegant" is not a remark.
DAPHNE:
"Elegant" meansERNEST:
You'll neverbe elegant in my eyes.
What did we fight
that war for?
Why doesn't anyone
talk about it?
Why does everyone act
Well, it is over.
Nothing!
You're doing what you're
good at. Writing plays.
Nothing has changed.
Don't you see?
If nothing changes,
then the same thing
will happen all over again.
I need to
get out of London.
A nice day out would
do us all the world of good.
Ernest, you must come too.
I don't think Blue
I'm talking about
leaving for good.
I'm talking about
going somewhere quiet
and decent and trying
to think for once.
Do something worthwhile.
Surely a West End playwright
needs to be in the West End.
I've had enough of
making people laugh.
I want to make them see.
Well, I think it's
Daphne.
Horrid and ridiculous.
Daphne, don't you see...
For heaven's sake,
don't plead.
If you're going to do it,
get on with it.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Not in the mud! Don't
let them fall into the mud!
Upstairs.
Now where's the desk?
Up here. Up here.
Over there. Actually...
I know you like a view
when you're writing, Alan,
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