Read Such Men Are Dangerous Online
Authors: Stephen Benatar
TOM | And you more than most. (Looks significantly towards LINDA and TREVOR) But, anyway, I’m sure you’re well aware you’re fudging the issue. Once again. |
WILLIAM | You’re such a great big dope in some ways. Even if you do think up some rather good titles. |
TOM | What next book? |
WILLIAM | I suppose you don’t believe there’ll be one. In your eyes I’m all washed up? A has-been? |
TOM | Albeit a suntanned has-been. But I can see why a title like that would excite you. A story of humps and pricks in the waning light. Who’s got the hump, because who’s doing the humping and so who’s got—? |
NORAH | Enough! Oh, this is too much! Now you’ve really gone too far! |
TREVOR | Tell me, is he just going to get away with it? |
NORAH | Remember what happened upstairs? I’ve already slapped your face once tonight! Do you want me to slap it again? |
WILLIAM | It’s a story of one so sharp that someday, if he doesn’t learn, he’s going to cut himself off beyond all hope of repair. |
TOM | Learn what? What is it that you’ve learned—after your long, frustrated, cocked-up life? |
WILLIAM | Norah. Trevor. Let me tell him what I’ve learned. I don’t know what I’ve learned…That when people are unhappy they very often don’t mean one word of what they say? That, for instance, “Go away, I won’t discuss it!” usually means, “Please stay with me and can’t we talk?” That, “I’m not hungry, I shan’t eat!” is far more likely, “Don’t give up on me, I just need you to be patient.” |
TOM | And is that the grand sum total? |
WILLIAM | Well, at least it’s something. Better than nowt. |
TOM | No, it isn’t. Others may find that wonderfully affecting; I find it simply part of the facade—an offshoot of all those awful Forties tearjerkers that you love to sit and cry over. Didn’t Mum herself say as much earlier on—before she sobered up or changed sides or buried her head again, whatever? |
He overrides reactions: “I never said that—when did I say that?”…“Your mother didn’t…!”…“Fine, so now it’s your mother’s turn?”—this last from TREVOR)
TOM | (Cont) Because the thing is, you see, it’s all about you. I wish I were the fastest runner in the world. I wish I were an actor—one of the company, all of us pulling together, intent on the common cause. I wish I were a swimmer; I wish I were a skier; I wish I were Fred Astaire. All you, you, you! Nothing but you! |
WILLIAM | I was only saying that I don’t like to see anyone unhappy. |
TOM | And that makes you so different, does it, to everybody else? |
WILLIAM | I didn’t suggest that. |
TREVOR | It’s no good. I’m sorry but I’ve simply got to say it. I think you’re such a bastard. Snide and bitter and vindictive. Ungrateful, too. You’d never get away with it in most families. |
LINDA | Yours? |
TREVOR | Not in mine, certainly. Never in a hundred years. (To WILLIAM and NORAH) Would you rather I left? |
WILLIAM | Just when you’re beginning to learn the house rules—and play by them? Never! |
NORAH | Trevor, we wouldn’t hear of it. |
TREVOR | (To LINDA) Would you? |
LINDA | Oh, sit down—don’t be a wally—even if you do seem to think your own family so much better than mine! |
NORAH | Linda, stop it! This instant! Stop it! Do you hear? |
WILLIAM | Turn on me if you like but don’t you dare turn on Trevor. None of this is Trevor’s fault. |
TREVOR | Not better. Better behaved, perhaps. Though I don’t mean your mother. And I don’t mean ‘perhaps’. And I don’t mean, either, that it’s necessarily a plus. (Directed at TOM, with a wry grin) Only sometimes. |
TOM | But you still think I’m a bastard? |
TREVOR | A lot of the time—yes. |
TOM | And shall I tell you what I think of you? |
NORAH makes a gesture of being about to tear her hair. WILLIAM slides down in his chair and covers his eyes with one hand.
TREVOR | By all means. |
TOM | I think you’re more honest than I believed. |
After a moment WILLIAM uncovers his eyes. NORAH looks up in disbelief. Even so, during the continuing pause, they await the punchline.
TREVOR | But? |
TOM | No buts. I’ve remembered, too, about that thousand pounds. |
TREVOR | ‘And that makes me so different, does it, to everybody else’? |
TOM | (With a smile) It certainly makes you richer. (Smile goes) And it means that at least you don’t just sit and gab. |
WILLIAM | All right, Tom. You want actions? You shall have actions. |
TOM | Crikey! Is he going to kiss me or kill me? And tell me quickly, someone: which would I prefer? |
WILLIAM | I’m going to do neither. (Bends to take something off the floor) |
TOM | Oh, God, he’s offering me his bottom. |
WILLIAM | You should be so lucky! I happen, you mutt, to be picking up that gauntlet you’ve thrown down. |
TOM | Oh? A duel? To the death? Yippee! Rapiers or pistols? |
WILLIAM | Press-ups. |
TOM | Oh, no! You fiendish brute! Anything but that! Anything but that! (To LINDA) I suppose you wouldn’t care to take my place? |
WILLIAM | Don’t worry: it’s only a one-way duel. Duet for one. All you need do is witness. And eat crow. |
TOM | Two-hundred-and-fifty? |
WILLIAM | Yes. |
TOM | Non-stop? |
WILLIAM | Yes. |
TOM | Supposing I lose? What, then? What do I have to do? |
WILLIAM | So far as you can—soften your attitude. Try not to be such a clever clogs. |
TOM | I have to admit: it |
WILLIAM | A deal? |
NORAH | You’re not serious? |
WILLIAM | Et tu, Norah? Don’t you have any faith left, either? |
NORAH | Oh, William, don’t be so foolish. You’d have a heart attack. You’d kill yourself. No. What I think you’d better do—something a |
WILLIAM | After I’ve killed myself. I’ll be with you in spirit. Turning the mattress, tucking in the sheet. |
NORAH | No, actually I forbid it…Trevor, would you try to stop him. You’re the only one, I think, whom he might listen to. |
TREVOR | Mrs Freeman—I mean Norah—it’s not as if he doesn’t put in lots of practice. It’s not as if he’d be doing it after a long period of…well, of not doing it. |
NORAH | But you aren’t making any allowances for… |
TREVOR | What? |
NORAH | Braggadocio. |
TOM | Oy, oy, oy! Now who’s the clever clogs? |
NORAH | (Still to TREVOR) Perhaps a little harmless exaggeration, which suddenly mayn’t be quite so harmless. |
TREVOR | William, you’re not being forced into anything—and certainly no one’s going to consider you’ve lost face if you decide against it, or if you find you just can’t manage it…But on the other hand I think that somehow it might do us all a spot of good if you did feel like carrying on. |
WILLIAM | And afterwards I’ll give you an arm wrestle. |
TREVOR | Done! But don’t kid yourself you’ll find it such a pushover. I’m quite a cool hand at arm wrestling. |
WILLIAM | We’ll move back this chair here. |
TOM | And this one. Let’s give the fellow room. |
NORAH | Well, if you suppose I’m going to stop and witness this…(Kisses WILLIAM on the cheek) I think you’re an awful fool but I do love you. Good luck, my darling. Linda, why don’t you come and keep me company; let’s leave these little boys to their games. |
LINDA | No, Mum, don’t go. This is important. |
NORAH | Important! Why? |
LINDA | I’m not sure. Just something inside tells me so. |
NORAH | Oh, very well. Never let it be said that I’m as stubborn as…some others I could name. |
WILLIAM | Good. Full house. (Rubs his hands in preparation) Right. Right, then. Right. |
Limbers up a bit, gets down on the floor, positions himself, does one press-up. Jumps up.
NORAH | Oh, was that it, darling? Very nice. Well then, everyone, good night. It’s been quite a day. |
WILLIAM | I want to wipe my nose first. (He does so, then takes off sweater) Ah, that’s better. Trevor, hold this. You can keep it if I don’t come back. |
TREVOR | Thanks. I should certainly treasure it. But you’ve got to come back. You haven’t signed my books yet. And that’s only for starters. |
WILLIAM gets down on his knees again, as a first move towards taking up the proper position.
TOM | Hush! Christopher Robin is saying his prayers! And while you’re about it, Dad, throw in one for me. |
WILLIAM | My son, you mustn’t mock. Isn’t that the whole object of the exercise? |
TOM | I’m not mocking—merely hedging my bets. You can see it as the first step towards my |
NORAH | Hallelujah! |
TOM | (To WILLIAM) And don’t forget, at the same time, to throw in one about your heart! |
NORAH | There is nothing wrong with your father’s heart. Neither physically nor…nor in any other way. |
WILLIAM | Bless you. Now, who’s going to count—apart from me? |
TREVOR | I will. |
NORAH | |
LINDA | We all will. |
TOM. | |
WILLIAM | Yes, you all count—every one of you! Right, then. Here goes. Final take. |
SPECTATORS | One!…two!…three!…four…five…six… |
Then the lights fade. We hear them counting in the darkness, their voices gradually receding, until eventually—say, at the count of twelve—everything is silent and the play is over.
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Copyright © 1985 by Stephen Benatar
Cover design by Gabriela Sahagun
ISBN: 978-1-4976-9388-3
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