Holding the Man

(Bell tolls)

(Bell tolls)

(Puffs)

(Telephone rings)

ANSWERING MACHINE:

You've called Pepe Trevor.

Leave a message

afterthe tone...

Yes? Hello?

MAN:
I can'tremember

where he sat.

Tim, are you OK?

- Where was John?

- You know where John is.

At our dinner party

with the girls -

was he opposite or beside me?

Er, does it matter?

I'm trying to write itdown,

and I...

There were mint leaves

in our drink,

I remember the colour

of your dress,

but I can't remem...

remember where he sat,

anditfrightens me.

It's like

I'm going to lose it.

He was... he was...

(Coin clunks,

call disconnects)

Pepe?

Pepe?

Cambio? Cambio?

TIM:
DearJohn.

Lipariisparadise.

I seem to be doing

manyofthe things

I wantto do before I die.

Signor Conigrave!

Signor Conigrave!

- Per lei.

- Grazie.

VIVALDl:
Gloria

All set?

Let's go, boys!

(Boys cheer)

He's holding the man, sir!

He's holding!

- Just get on with it!

- It's a free kick, sir!

Sweet flower,

with flowers thy bridal bed

I strew.

O, woe!

Thy canopy is

but dust and stones,

which with sweet water

nightly will I dew.

Can't you do it sadder?

You're Paris. She's Juliet.

You've lost your fiance,

not your bus pass.

Or wanting that,

with tears distilled...

No, stop. Stop.

Can you imagine

what it would be like

to, say, lose your girlfriend.

I guess so, sir.

It'd be tremendously sad,

wouldn't it?

What's her name?

I don't have a girlfriend,

sir.

BOY:
Yeah, wonder why!

(Laughter)

Here, lying in her tomb, eh?

Cold. The colour -

colour's gone from her face!

See?

Lifeless!

TIM:
Or wanting that, with

tears distilled by moans,

the obsequies that I

for thee shall keep

nightly shall be

to strew thy grave.

- And weep.

(Applause)

T. REX:
20th Century Boy

MAN:
Stay with him!

Stay with him!

Friends sayit's fine

Friends sayit's good

Everybodysays it'sjust

like rock'n'roll...

Whoo!

I move like a cat

Talk like a rat...

Come on, John!

Babe,

I wanna be yourman...

Over here!

(Cheering)

- Get him, John! Get him!

No!

- You OK, Johnny?

MAN:
Get back, boys.

Keep still, John.

Who are you?

I'm Tim Conigrave.

I'm in your geography class.

Oh.

You're pegged for the

Best and the Fairest medal.

Yeah, I really wanna think

about that now, don't I?

I'm in a play with

your brother, actually -

Romeo And Juliet.

Are you Romeo?

Mmm, the competition.

Paris - the one Juliet leaves

for Romeo.

Poor Paris.

Yeah.

Should come and see it.

(Pencil case unzips)

Do you mind if I sign your...

Uh, it's still drying.

You can if you want.

(Plays piano)

La, la, ba, ba, ga, ga, ga

Ga, ga, ga, gallop, gallop

Gallop, gallop, gallop,

gallop, gallop, gallop a pace

Gallop a pace...

- The house is open.

Beginners... Tim?

Beginners, everyone.

Standing by for the prologue.

Beginners.

(Pepe squeals)

- Break a leg.

GIRL:
Break a leg!

BOY:
Break a leg.

TEACHER:
Eric, curtain!

BOY 1:
Why is everyone

saying 'break a leg'?

BOY 2:
Because you're not

meant to say 'good luck'.

BOY 1:
You just said it.

PEPE:
Is he here?

TEACHER:
Tim!

- Tim!

- Oh, hi, Paul.

TEACHER:
Prologue, Tim!

- Is your brother in?

- I'm in his geography class.

PAUL:
So?

OK, and remember,

if anyone laughs at you,

it's because they haven't

the guts to do it themselves.

Break a leg.

- Cue overture, Chris.

(Dramatic music plays)

Eric, curtain!

Two households,

both alike in dignity,

in fair Verona

where we lay our scene.

(Whispering)

- (Boy meows)

(Scattered laughter)

(Shushing)

TEACHER:
('Sweet flower,

with flowers'.)

(I know.)

- ('Sweet flower. ')

- (I know!)

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