The Dressmaker Page #3

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Watch and learn.

(SIREN WAILS)

Oh, how fortunate.

It's three-quarter time.

Changeover.

(FLAMENCO MUSIC)

(WOLF WHISTLING)

WOMAN:
Oh, come on!

Concentrate, Dungatar!

- Ah!

- Oh!

(LAUGHTER)

WOMAN:
That's it.

Keep falling over.

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

MAN:
Come on, Winyerp!

Lift your game!

Come on. Come on, wake up!

Ooh!

MAN:
You bloody idiot!

(LAUGHTER)

(GROANING)

Genius.

TEDDY:
Come on, don't look at her.

Eyes on the ball.

(SIGHS)

- (WHISTLE BLOWS)

- (GROANING)

Oh!

(LAUGHS)

(CHEERING)

(LAUGHS) om.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

Dungatar win!

- (CHEERING)

- MAN:
Dungatar!

CROWD:
(CHANT) Dungatar!

Your husband's mighty slow

these days, Irma Almanac.

How'd you manage that?

Oh, Molly Dunnage. Oh!

And you're in a wheelchair too.

Yeah, well, it suits my captor.

Oh!

- Ooh.

- Ooh. Still hurts, does it?

Mmm.

Uh, Mrs Almanac,

my name is Tilly...

I know who you are, Myrtle.

It's very good of you

to come home.

(WHISPERS) It's very brave too.

Sergeant Farrat told me

you've been sending food

to Molly all these years.

Don't mention it.

Please, don't mention it.

Made you some special cakes.

Oh, speaking of poison.

Mmm.

Unusual aroma.

Mmm!

- Mmm!

- (CREAKING)

IRMA:
And tell me -

why would a beautiful and clever girl

like you come back here?

(SOFTLY) Excuse me.

Quick, Irma - who is she,

and who did she murder?

You don't remember

any of it at all, Molly?

Uh... She doesn't even remember.

Well...

They say that she killed a boy, Molly.

I remember Evan Pettyman

bundling her into the police car...

and then Sergeant Farrat

driving her away.

(WINDMILL CREAKS)

- (CHILD SCREAMS)

- Hey, watch out!

(CHILDREN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Get it, Dunnybum. Get it!

(CLATTER!)

She threw it on the roof, Stewart!

Dunnybum threw your ball on the roof!

Get Dunnybum! Get her!

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

STEWART:
Look over there!

You too!

Can't find her anywhere.

She's gotta be here somewhere!

Find her!

MYRTLE:
(WHISPERS)

Gert. Gertrude!

Please help me. Please.

Gert...

Gert, please.

Gert, please help me.

(WINDMILL CREAKS)

(SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

Miss Harridene!

Miss Harridene!

(CRIES) Miss Harridene!

Miss Harridene! (CRIES)

(YOUNG MYRTLE

CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(CRIES)

Help!

Stand really, really still, Dunnybum.

Or I'll come round

to your house tonight

and kill your mother, the slut.

And when she's dead, I'll get...

(WHISPERS) ..you.

(MYRTLE WHIMPERS)

(GASPS IN PAIN)

Oh...

(GASPS)

Oh, Molly, there's... there's no pain.

There... there...

there's no pain at all.

Oh!

I traded my heart for your heartbeat

And gave you all of this to boot

If you feel you want to make a deal

Cock your piece and rooty-toot-toot

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