Limelight Page #11

---

- I'll stick to beer if you don't mind.|- Coming up!

But what will Mrs. Alsop say?

A fine thing! After climbing up|three flights of stairs,

I've just discovered I've got nothing|but a lot of empty beer bottles.

Why, Terry, is the show out?

I didn't realize it was that late.

It's very late.

That's our cue, we'd better go.

You're not going!|We were just about to celebrate.

- But it's almost one o'clock.|- So what?

Wait a minute!

Calvero gave me three horses|and I doubled up on them!

Now that only happens|once in a lifetime.

Wait a minute. Those stairs|are steep. I'll lead the way.

That's all right, I can handle myself.|Don't you worry about me.

Good night.

I'm sorry, my dear. I'm drunk.

It's your health I'm worried about.|You know what the doctor said.

Yes, I shouldn't drink.|It's bad for the heart.

What about the mind?

I suppose that should be clear and|alert so I can contemplate the future.

The prospects of joining|those gray-haired nymphs

that sleep|on the Thames embankment at night.

You'll never join them|while I'm alive.

Oh, I forgot to get your supper!|I'm no good.

I'll get it later on.|First I'm going to put you to bed.

But you've had nothing to eat.

Did you take your medicine?

What medicine?

You didn't.|It's to give you an appetite.

I've quenched my appetite.

You'll be ill again,|if you don't eat.

Well, I much prefer to drink.

A man's true character comes out|when he's drunk.

Me, I'm funnier.

Too bad I didn't drink|at the Middlesex.

I've got good news for you.

Mr. Bodalink wants to see you|tomorrow morning.

Who's he?

Our dance director. He wants you|to play a clown in the new ballet.

I'm through clowning.

Life isn't a gag anymore.|I can't see the joke.

From now on, I'm a retired humorist.

You'll feel differently|in the morning.

No, I hate the theatre!

Someday I'll buy|an acre of ground somewhere

and raise a few cut flowers,|and make a living that way.

What do you think?|It's all settled. I play the clown.

Let's sit down over here|and you can tell me all about it.

Of course, the salary isn't much.

Two pounds?

But it's a foot in the door.|Naturally I'm not using my own name.

This Bodalink's a nice chap.|Says you're quite a dancer.

If you'd have come to the theatre,|you might have known it.

Why didn't you tell me|you were auditioning?

I wanted to surprise you.

I'm not sure of the outcome.|It depends on Mr. Postant.

Postant!|I thought he'd retired years ago.

Why, do you know him?

Last time I worked for Postant,|I was the headline here.

Footlights!

Your hands are quite cold.

I think I've got the girl. Young,|sympathetic, a brilliant dancer.

Bring her on!

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes