Venus Page #2

WOMAN 2:
What a mess you've made.

Oh, God!

No!

No, no!

Stupid c*nt. You're in the

biggest trouble of your Iife.

Come on.

Don't make me stand here on my own,

you c*nts!

I can't stand it.

-WOMAN 1 :
Come with us.

-Now I've got no one.

WOMAN 2:
Get a minder.

I so Ioved you in the Dickens

the other night.

You noticed me?

Don't be silly, of course I did.

You were very funny and clever.

Thank you.

-Jillian?

-Yeah, Jillian.

-You're famous?

-A Iittle bit.

-What's your name again?

-Maurice.

Maurice Russell.

Oh, right.

(BELL RINGING)

Isn't it the end?

It's never the end

when you go to the theater, I'm afraid.

-Come on.

-Are you taking me somewhere?

-Yeah.

-How wonderful.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

JESSIE:
I'II have a Bacardi Breezer.

MAURICE:
Me, too.

MAURICE:
What is it?

JESSIE:
It's red.

MAURICE:
Oh, good.

Like wine?

JESSIE:
Is it?

Getting on well with Uncle Ian?

-Do you know anything about fish?

-F*** all, my dear.

-You?

-F*** all.

-You could consult a book.

-A book?

Yeah, you know, two flaps of cardboard

with printed pages in between.

-Do you read a Iot?

-Only when there's no one to talk to.

That went down a treat. Another?

-I'II Iet you get me one more.

-Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

JESSIE:
I think you're sweating on me.

I think it's gone in me mouth.

-I'm sure you've swallowed worse.

-Oh, sh*t.

JESSIE:
I think I'm gonna be sick.

Come on. Come on, Jessie.

Nearly there.

There you go.

(EXCLAIMS)

(BELL TINKLING)

(MAURICE LAUGHING)

MAURICE:
Oh, f***! Jesus!

-Dad? Dad. Don't Ieave us.

-He's going. He's going.

MAN:
No. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Dad.

MAN 2:
And cut.

-Very good.

-MAN 3:
AII right, thanks, everybody.

-Are you okay?

-I think I'm going to die.

You can't die yet, Maurice, we haven't

shot them carrying the body out yet.

(CHUCKLING)

Hello, mate.

Here you are, Mr. Russell,

as requested.

Thanks, old chap.

And may I take some of these cakes?

Sure, why not?

I'II pack some up for you.

Thank you.

I'm in such pain, dear,

I don't want to Iive.

Yes, you do.

AImost all of us want you to Iive.

I have to have an operation.

-What is it?

-Prostate.

-I'm sure it's just routine.

-Maurice, I'm so sorry.

You've always wanted

to remove my balls surgically.

These cakes are awfully nice.

Action.

Bravo.

I've been at it Iike a dog all day.

I'm utterly broken.

-What were you playing?

-A corpse, more or Iess.

Typecast again.

(CHUCKLING)

Here. I asked them for cash.

Well, not all of it.

PIease, take it.

Put it towards the boiler,

it gets cold in here.

The whole thing's useless.

It's all got to be replaced, Maurice,

the radiators, everything.

-The man came yesterday.

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