Theatre of Blood Page #4

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- Oh, forgive me. I forgot.

It was your reverence and admiration

that drove him to take his own life.

- You dont understand.

- I understand the greatest ever actor

never earned your approval

for one single performance.

Never. Not one good review.

In his entire career your father refused

to appear in anything but Shakespeare.

A truly great actor illuminates

the present as well as the past.

I attacked him in order to goad him

into the 20th century.

What do you want, Devlin? lnformation

for a vicious posthumous attack on him?

No. Look, Edwina,

your fathers body was never found.

My father is as good as under that granite.

You and your pack neednt fear

hes come back to haunt you.

(hippy) Fear no more the heat o the sun

(Lionheart) No exorciser harm thee

- (hippy) Nor the furious winters rages

- (Lionheart) Nor no witchcraft charm thee

(hippy) Thou thy worldly task has done

(Lionheart) Ghost unlaid forbear thee

(hippy) Home hath gone

and taen thy wages

(Lionheart) Nothing ill come near thee

(hippy) Golden lads and girls all must

(Lionheart) Quiet consummation have

(hippy) Like chimney sweepers

come to dust

(Lionheart) And renowned be thy grave.

(crowd) Bravo!

Thank you, thank you.

An excellent dress rehearsal.

But tonight we shall play Cymbeline

as it has never been played before.

(excited murmurs)

I simply dont understand

these modern playwrights.

What we saw this evening

didnt make sense at all.

(Sprout) lm not so sure about that, dear.

It was incomprehensible rubbish,

and you know it.

Yes, lm sure youre right.

Good gracious.

According to Agnes, it came this evening.

What to do with it, she does not know.

You must remove it, Horace. I cant

have a thing like that in my bedroom.

Well, dont just stand there.

Why dont you open it?

- I cant without a key and tools, can l?

- Well, deal with it in the morning, then.

Yes, dear.

(Sprout snoring)

Horace, youre snoring.

- (mumbles) Oh, dear. Was l?

- How many more times?

- (whispers) Hypodermic.

- Hypo.

Ooh!

(moans)

- Sheet.

- Sheet.

(mutters)

- Lipstick.

- Lipstick.

- Scalpel.

- Scalpel.

(tearing)

(gushing)

Basin.

Basin!

- Saw.

- Saw.

(cutting)

Horace! How many more times?

Youre snoring again.

- Hypodermic.

- Hypodermic.

Ooh!

(knock at door)

Morning, maam.

Good morning, Mr Sprout.

Heres your breakfast.

Aaargh!

Horace!

Horace!

Mr... Mr Sprout...

Aaargh!

All right, thats enough.

Get that thing out of here.

Constable.

Dyou have that list of your colleagues?

My remaining colleagues, yes.

You wouldnt have a match on you

by any chance, would you?

Thanks very much.

Sergeant, get every one

of these people on the phone,

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