The Lost Weekend Page #4
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Don lets Helen go, staring at Wick, panic in his eyes. Helen,
sensing something amiss, looks from one brother to the other.
WICK:
(Hauling up the bottle)
What's this, Don?
Helen and Wick watch Don. Don's face relaxes into an innocent
grin.
DON:
That? That's whiskey, isn't it?
WICK:
How did it get there?
DON:
I don't know.
WICK:
I suppose it dropped from some cloud.
Or someone was bouncing it against
this wall and it got stuck.
DON:
I must have put it there.
WICK:
Yes, you must.
DON:
Only I don't remember when. Probably
during my last spell, or maybe the
one before.
His eyes meet Helen's. Hers are infinitely distressed.
DON:
Don't look at me like that, Helen.
Doesn't mean a thing. I didn't know
it was there. And if I had, I wouldn't
have touched it.
Wick has twisted the string off the bottle.
WICK:
Then you won't mind.
DON:
Won't mind what?
Wick, the bottle in his hand, goes through the living room
toward the kitchenette. Don looks after him, then follows
him, a stubborn smile on his lips. Helen trails after them,
acutely embarrassed.
A-3 KITCHENETTE
Wick has stepped to the sink. He opens the bottle, turns it
upside down and lets the whiskey run out. Don and Helen come
to the door from the living room and stand watching. Don has
something of the feeling of a man watching the execution of
a very good friend, but he senses Helen's eyes upon him and
preserves his nonchalant expression. The bottle emptied,
Wick puts it in the sink.
WICK:
Now you trot along with Helen.
DON:
Why? On account of that?
(Pointing at the bottle)
You think I wanted you out of the
apartment because of that? I resent
that like the devil, and if there's
one more word of discussion, I don't
leave on your blasted weekend.
HELEN:
Let's go.
Wick shrugs and goes to the hall for his hat.
HELEN:
(To Don)
Be good, won't you, Don, darling?
She turns to go, but Don holds her back.
DON:
Of course, Helen. Just stop watching
me all the time, you two. Let me
work it out my way. I'm trying, I'm
trying.
HELEN:
We're both trying, Don. You're trying
not to drink, and I'm trying not to
love you.
She kisses him on the mouth, a woman hopelessly in love.
Then, so that he won't see her moist eyes, she turns and
hurries into the entrance hall.
A-4 LITTLE ENTRANCE HALL - BIRNAM APARTMENT
Wick stands, hat in hand, holding the door open. Helen comes
out quickly and taking a handkerchief from her bag, hurries
past Wick into the hall. Wick turns toward Don, who has
followed Helen to the entrance hall.
WICK:
You call the farm, Don. Tell them
we're taking the six-thirty train.
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