The Carer Page #3

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Michael, this is the girl

you told Sophia...

"Take thy form from off my door!"

"You f***ing Raven, nevermore."

[SIGHS]

Silly cow.

Problem is, she adores me,

so I can't be too hard on her.

You did well, Tortilla.

Dorottya.

Whatever.

- Tell me who you are again.

- I am your career.

- Carer.

- "Carer."

- The word is pronounced "carer."

- Carer.

You haven't got a...

Oh, no, I don't smoke. And I don't

think that you should, either.

Who the f*** cares what you think?

I'm a dying man,

and it's traditional to give

a dying man a cigarette.

You'll find some over there.

In the Complete Works,

Shakespeare, page 1613.

Ah! Mmm.

[MOANS]

Now, you, too,

quickly pave the way to hell.

- Hello, miss.

- I'm so sorry. Hi.

How are you getting

along with Sir Michael?

I'm not. Milly will hardly

let me near him.

[CELL PHONE CHIMING]

I'll have a word.

Excuse me.

Hello.

[MAN SPEAKING IN HUNGARIAN]

(WANDA) A letter came for you.

Turn on your video.

[SPEAKING IN HUNGARIAN]

It's from the drama school.

What does it say?

[MAN SPEAKS IN HUNGARIAN]

"Dear Miss Dorottya Horvat."

"We are pleased to inform you,

that your application..."

You are in.

You've passed the first test.

- No way.

- Successful.

You have to ring some Ms. Henderson

to confirm your appointment

for the second round.

Don't forget to give them

your new address.

"Care of Sir Michael Gifford,"

they'll love that.

(MILLY) Dorottya!

Dorottya!

- She's over here.

- Where is "here"?

I have to go now. Bye.

Bye, Joseph.

Helping me in the garden.

We don't pay her to help you in

the garden. Tell her to come at once.

- (SIR MICHAEL) Go away!

- Michael, it's only Milly.

- Leave me alone!

- Michael, please.

- What's wrong?

- (SIR MICHAEL) I said, f*** off!

I think he had an accident.

- I'm coming in.

- Go away!

[GROANING]

- Oh, no.

- Yes, it stinks.

Stinkus, stinka, stinkum.

Did you...

Well, obviously I did.

- A number two?

- Of course it's a f***ing number two!

Is this how pee smells in Bulgaria?

Hungary.

F*** Hungary!

Oh! Just leave me alone!

(DOROTTYA) Of course I'm not

just gonna leave you alone.

[GROANING]

"What's in a name?"

"That which we call a rose by any

other name would smell as sweet."

[CHUCKLES]

"Speak the speech, I pray you,

as I pronounced it to you,"

trippingly on the tongue,

but if you mouth it,

as many of your players do,

"I had as lief the town-crier

spoke my lines."

"Be not too tame neither, but let

your own discretion be your tutor."

How the f*** do you do that?

When you can't even

speak proper English.

- I've been on the stage.

- Oh.

Now, just relax.

[EXHALES]

Oh, God.

(MILLY) No, I'm afraid, I think...

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