The Largest Theatre in the World: Heart to Heart Page #4

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-Jessie.

-Hmm?

I suppose I'm a self-pitying bore.

-No, David, not to me.

-But you do see my point.

Of course I do.

You could always go back to

political economy, of course.

No, it's too late.

I've burnt my boats, you know that.

Oh, well. You'll just have to learn to

live with that dimple, won't you?

Other people have had to learned

to live with much more worse.

Just a little homespun philosopher,

aren't you?

You must drive your poor husband

round the bend.

Possibly, but not to drink.

Ah, very funny.

Has he sold any poems recently?

Yes. As a matter of fact, he has.

Three weeks ago, to one of those

intellectual weeklies.

He got all of 12 guineas for it.

Ha! Why doesn't he get a regular job in

journalism or something or even this TV?

Surrender to the Establishment?

Even having babies would be

a surrender to bourgeois domesticity.

So, meanwhile, he just lives off you?

Why not? A genius has to

live off someone.

Genius!

Ah! Here's my grand convertible.

I've given Conway my chauffeur

the night off.

-Can you see yours?

-Yes, he's around. (WHISTLING)

Well, after alls said and done,

I suppose we don't do

such a bad job really.

At least, it's the most honest programme

of its kind, isn't it?

Now, don't make a wisecrack about that

or I will strangle you.

I wasn't going to. I think it is.

And I think as long as you're on it

and you stay sober enough to articulate,

it'll go on being it.

Thank you, Mrs Weston.

-Good night.

-Good night, Mr Mann.

Yes, yes, I grant you his following

and the excellent rating.

I even grant you that probably not more

than one viewer in a thousand tonight

realised that anything was wrong. But

that's just the one thousandth viewer

that I have to think of.

Well, he's probably a drinker, too.

The ones that notice usually are.

I don't want you to be facetious

about this, Frank, it's serious.

Oh, no, it isn't. He's not an alcoholic.

Still, I will talk to him, I promise.

Tell him that, in this business,

no one man is indispensable.

I shall remember those exact words.

And tell him that his new contract

isn't signed yet.

Well, I think he knows that.

Mine isn't either, if it comes to that.

Well, er, how'd you think

the show was, otherwise?

Well, Frank, since you ask.

Mind you, it's your programme.

I don't want to interfere at all.

I hope you understand that clearly but

aren't we getting a bit near the bone?

I mean, poor old Johnny Dawson-Brown

was made to seem

a pretty fair poop tonight.

-Well, he is a pretty fair poop.

-Possibly, but...

He's a very distinguished man

and, incidentally, a friend of mine.

That's nothing to do with it, of course.

Of course.

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