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Harold Pinter

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by Harold Pinter


  Pause.

  That’s what stopped me taking it, by the way, and bringing it to you, the thought that I could very easily be a total stranger.

  Pause.

  What they of course did not know, and had no way of knowing, was that I am your husband.

  EMMA

  Pretty inefficient bunch.

  ROBERT

  Only in a laughing Mediterranean way.

  Pause.

  EMMA

  It was from Jerry.

  ROBERT

  Yes, I recognised the handwriting.

  Pause.

  How is he?

  EMMA

  Okay.

  ROBERT

  Good. And Judith?

  EMMA

  Fine.

  Pause.

  ROBERT

  What about the kids?

  EMMA

  I don’t think he mentioned them.

  ROBERT

  They’re probably all right, then. If they were ill or something he’d have probably mentioned it.

  Pause.

  Any other news?

  EMMA

  No.

  Silence.

  ROBERT

  Are you looking forward to Torcello?

  Pause.

  How many times have we been to Torcello? Twice. I remember how you loved it, the first time I took you there. You fell in love with it. That was about ten years ago, wasn’t it? About … six months after we were married. Yes. Do you remember? I wonder if you’ll like it as much tomorrow.

  Pause.

  What do you think of Jerry as a letter writer?

  She laughs shortly.

  You’re trembling. Are you cold?

  EMMA

  No.

  ROBERT

  He used to write to me at one time. Long letters about Ford Madox Ford. I used to write to him too, come to think of it. Long letters about … oh, W. B. Yeats, I suppose. That was the time when we were both editors of poetry magazines. Him at Cambridge, me at Oxford. Did you know that? We were bright young men. And close friends. Well, we still are close friends. All that was long before I met you. Long before he met you. I’ve been trying to remember when I introduced him to you. I simply can’t remember. I take it I did introduce him to you? Yes. But when? Can you remember?

  EMMA

  No.

  ROBERT

  You can’t?

  EMMA

  No.

  ROBERT

  How odd.

  Pause.

  He wasn’t best man at our wedding, was he?

  EMMA

  You know he was.

  ROBERT

  Ah yes. Well, that’s probably when I introduced him to you.

  Pause.

  Was there any message for me, in his letter?

  Pause.

  I mean in the line of business, to do with the world of publishing. Has he discovered any new and original talent? He’s quite talented at uncovering talent, old Jerry.

  EMMA

  No message.

  ROBERT

  No message. Not even his love?

  Silence.

  EMMA

  We’re lovers.

  ROBERT

  Ah. Yes. I thought it might be something like that, something along those lines.

  EMMA

  When?

  ROBERT

  What?

  EMMA

  When did you think?

  ROBERT

  Yesterday. Only yesterday. When I saw his handwriting on the letter. Before yesterday I was quite ignorant.

  EMMA

  Ah.

  Pause.

  I’m sorry.

  ROBERT

  Sorry?

  Silence.

  Where does it … take place? Must be a bit awkward. I mean we’ve got two kids, he’s got two kids, not to mention a wife …

  EMMA

  We have a flat.

  ROBERT

  Ah. I see.

  Pause.

  Nice?

  Pause.

  A flat. It’s quite well established then, your … uh … affair?

  EMMA

  Yes.

  ROBERT

  How long?

  EMMA

  Some time.

  ROBERT

  Yes, but how long exactly?

  EMMA

  Five years.

  ROBERT

  Five years?

  Pause.

  Ned is one year old.

  Pause.

  Did you hear what I said?

  EMMA

  Yes. He’s your son. Jerry was in America. For two months.

  Silence.

  ROBERT

  Did he write to you from America?

  EMMA

  Of course. And I wrote to him.

  ROBERT

  Did you tell him that Ned had been conceived?

  EMMA

  Not by letter.

  ROBERT

  But when you did tell him, was he happy to know I was to be a father?

  Pause.

  I’ve always liked Jerry. To be honest, I’ve always liked him rather more than I’ve liked you. Maybe I should have had an affair with him myself.

  Silence.

  Tell me, are you looking forward to our trip to Torcello?

  1973 Later

  SCENE SIX

  Flat. 1973. Summer.

  EMMA and JERRY standing, kissing. She is holding a basket and a parcel.

  EMMA

  Darling.

  JERRY

  Darling.

  He continues to hold her. She laughs.

  EMMA

  I must put this down.

  She puts basket on table.

  JERRY

  What’s in it?

  EMMA

  Lunch.

  JERRY

  What?

  EMMA

  Things you like.

  He pours wine.

  How do I look?

  JERRY

  Beautiful.

  EMMA

  Do I look well?

  JERRY

  You do.

  He gives her wine.

  EMMA (sipping)

  Mmmnn.

  JERRY

  How was it?

  EMMA

  It was lovely.

  JERRY

  Did you go to Torcello?

  EMMA

  No.

  JERRY

  Why not?

  EMMA

  Oh, I don’t know. The speedboats were on strike, or something.

  JERRY

  On strike?

  EMMA

  Yes. On the day we were going.

  JERRY

  Ah. What about the gondolas?

  EMMA

  You can’t take a gondola to Torcello.

  JERRY

  Well, they used to in the old days, didn’t they? Before they had speedboats. How do you think they got over there?

  EMMA

  It would take hours.

  JERRY

  Yes. I suppose so.

  Pause.

  I got your letter.

  EMMA

  Good.

  JERRY

  Get mine?

  EMMA

  Of course. Miss me?

  JERRY

  Yes. Actually, I haven’t been well.

  EMMA

  What?

  JERRY

  Oh nothing. A bug.

  She kisses him.

  EMMA

  I missed you.

  She turns away, looks about.

  You haven’t been here … at all?

  JERRY

  No.

  EMMA

  Needs hoovering.

  JERRY

  Later.

  Pause.

  I spoke to Robert this morning.

  EMMA

  Oh?

  JERRY

  I’m taking him to lunch on Thursday.

  EMMA

  Thursday? Why?

  JERRY

/>   Well, it’s my turn.

  EMMA

  No, I meant why are you taking him to lunch?

  JERRY

  Because it’s my turn. Last time he took me to lunch.

  EMMA

  You know what I mean.

  JERRY

  No. What?

  EMMA

  What is the subject or point of your lunch?

  JERRY

  No subject or point. We’ve just been doing it for years. His turn, followed by my turn.

  EMMA

  You’ve misunderstood me.

  JERRY

  Have I? How?

  EMMA

  Well, quite simply, you often do meet, or have lunch, to discuss a particular writer or a particular book, don’t you? So to those meetings, or lunches, there is a point or a subject.

  JERRY

  Well, there isn’t to this one.

  Pause.

  EMMA

  You haven’t discovered any new writers, while I’ve been away?

  JERRY

  No. Sam fell off his bike.

  EMMA

  No.

  JERRY

  He was knocked out. He was out for about a minute.

  EMMA

  Were you with him?

  JERRY

  No. Judith. He’s all right. And then I got this bug.

  EMMA

  Oh dear.

  JERRY

  So I’ve had time for nothing.

  EMMA

  Everything will be better, now I’m back.

  JERRY

  Yes.

  EMMA

  Oh, I read that Spinks, the book you gave me.

  JERRY

  What do you think?

  EMMA

  Excellent.

  JERRY

  Robert hated it. He wouldn’t publish it.

  EMMA

  What’s he like?

  JERRY

  Who?

  EMMA

  Spinks.

  JERRY

  Spinks? He’s a very thin bloke. About fifty. Wears dark glasses day and night. He lives alone, in a furnished room. Quite like this one, actually. He’s … unfussed.

  EMMA

  Furnished rooms suit him?

  JERRY

  Yes.

  EMMA

  They suit me too. And you? Do you still like it? Our home?

  JERRY

  It’s marvellous not to have a telephone.

  EMMA

  And marvellous to have me?

  JERRY

  You’re all right.

  EMMA

  I cook and slave for you.

  JERRY

  You do.

  EMMA

  I bought something in Venice – for the house.

  She opens the parcel, takes out a tablecloth. Puts it on the table.

  Do you like it?

  JERRY

  It’s lovely.

  Pause.

  EMMA

  Do you think we’ll ever go to Venice together?

  Pause.

  No. Probably not.

  Pause.

  JERRY

  You don’t think I should see Robert for lunch on Thursday, or on Friday, for that matter?

  EMMA

  Why do you say that?

  JERRY

  You don’t think I should see him at all?

  EMMA

  I didn’t say that. How can you not see him? Don’t be silly.

  Pause.

  JERRY

  I had a terrible panic when you were away. I was sorting out a contract, in my office, with some lawyers. I suddenly couldn’t remember what I’d done with your letter. I couldn’t remember putting it in the safe. I said I had to look for something in the safe. I opened the safe. It wasn’t there. I had to go on with the damn contract … I kept seeing it lying somewhere in the house, being picked up …

  EMMA

  Did you find it?

  JERRY

  It was in the pocket of a jacket – in my wardrobe – at home.

  EMMA

  God.

  JERRY

  Something else happened a few months ago – I didn’t tell you. We had a drink one evening. Well, we had our drink, and I got home about eight, walked in the door, Judith said, hello, you’re a bit late. Sorry, I said, I was having a drink with Spinks. Spinks? she said, how odd, he’s just phoned, five minutes ago, wanted to speak to you, he didn’t mention he’d just seen you. You know old Spinks, I said, not exactly forthcoming, is he? He’d probably remembered something he’d meant to say but hadn’t. I’ll ring him later. I went up to see the kids and then we all had dinner.

  Pause.

  Listen. Do you remember, when was it, a few years ago, we were all in your kitchen, must have been Christmas or something, do you remember, all the kids were running about and suddenly I picked Charlotte up and lifted her high up, high up, and then down and up. Do you remember how she laughed?

  EMMA

  Everyone laughed.

  JERRY

  She was so light. And there was your husband and my wife and all the kids, all standing and laughing in your kitchen. I can’t get rid of it.

  EMMA

  It was your kitchen, actually.

  He takes her hand. They stand. They go to the bed and lie down.

  Why shouldn’t you throw her up?

  She caresses him. They embrace.

  1973 Later

  SCENE SEVEN

  Restaurant. 1973. Summer.

  ROBERT at table drinking white wine. The WAITER brings JERRY to the table. JERRY sits.

  JERRY

  Hullo, Robert.

  ROBERT

  Hullo.

  JERRY (to the WAITER)

  I’d like a Scotch on the rocks.

  WAITER

  With water?

  JERRY

  What?

  WAITER

  You want it with water?

  JERRY

  No. No water. Just on the rocks.

  WAITER

  Certainly signore.

  ROBERT

  Scotch? You don’t usually drink Scotch at lunchtime.

  JERRY

  I’ve had a bug, actually.

  ROBERT

  Ah.

  JERRY

  And the only thing to get rid of this bug was Scotch – at lunchtime as well as at night. So I’m still drinking Scotch at lunchtime in case it comes back.

  ROBERT

  Like an apple a day.

  JERRY

  Precisely.

  WAITER brings Scotch on rocks.

  Cheers.

  ROBERT

  Cheers.

  WAITER

  The menus, signori.

  He passes the menus, goes.

  ROBERT

  How are you? Apart from the bug?

  JERRY

  Fine.

  ROBERT

  Ready for some squash?

  JERRY

  When I’ve got rid of the bug, yes.

  ROBERT

  I thought you had got rid of it.

  JERRY

  Why do you think I’m still drinking Scotch at lunchtime?

  ROBERT

  Oh yes. We really must play. We haven’t played for years.

  JERRY

  How old are you now, then?

  ROBERT

  Thirty-six.

  JERRY

  That means I’m thirty-six as well.

  ROBERT

  If you’re a day.

  JERRY

  Bit violent, squash.

  ROBERT

  Ring me. We’ll have a game.

  JERRY

  How was Venice?

  WAITER

  Ready to order, signori?

  ROBERT

  What’ll you have?

  JERRY looks at him, briefly, then back to the menu.

  JERRY

  I’ll have melone. And Piccata al limone with a green salad.

  WAITER

  Insalate verde. Prosciutto e melon
e?

  JERRY

  No. Just melone. On the rocks.

  ROBERT

  I’ll have prosciutto and melone. Fried scampi. And spinach.

  WAITER

  E spinaci. Grazie, signore.

  ROBERT

  And a bottle of Corvo Bianco straight away.

  WAITER

  Si, signore. Molte grazies. (He goes.)

  JERRY

  Is he the one who’s always been here or is it his son?

  ROBERT

  You mean has his son always been here?

  JERRY

  No, is he his son? I mean, is he the son of the one who’s always been here?

  ROBERT

  No, he’s his father.

  JERRY

  Ah. Is he?

  ROBERT

  He’s the one who speaks wonderful Italian.

  JERRY

  Yes. Your Italian’s pretty good, isn’t it?

  ROBERT

  No. Not at all.

  JERRY

  Yes it is.

  ROBERT

  No, it’s Emma’s Italian which is very good. Emma’s Italian is very good.

  JERRY

  Is it? I didn’t know that.

  WAITER with bottle.

  WAITER

  Corvo Bianco, signore.

  ROBERT

  Thank you.

  JERRY

  How was it, anyway? Venice.

  WAITER

  Venice, signore? Beautiful. A most beautiful place of Italy. You see that painting on the wall? Is Venice.

  ROBERT

  So it is.

  WAITER

  You know what is none of in Venice?

  JERRY

  What?

  WAITER

  Traffico.

  He goes, smiling.

  ROBERT

  Cheers.

  JERRY

  Cheers.

  ROBERT

  When were you last there?

  JERRY

  Oh, years.

  ROBERT

  How’s Judith?

  JERRY

  What? Oh, you know, okay. Busy.

  ROBERT

  And the kids?

  JERRY

  All right. Sam fell off –

  ROBERT

  What?

  JERRY

  No, no, nothing. So how was it?

  ROBERT

  You used to go there with Judith, didn’t you?

  JERRY

  Yes, but we haven’t been there for years.

  Pause.

  How about Charlotte? Did she enjoy it?

  ROBERT

  I think she did.

  Pause.

  I did.

  JERRY

  Good.

  ROBERT

  I went for a trip to Torcello.

  JERRY

  Oh, really? Lovely place.

  ROBERT

  Incredible day. I got up very early and – whoomp – right across the lagoon – to Torcello. Not a soul stirring.

  JERRY

  What’s the ‘whoomp’?

  ROBERT

  Speedboat.

  JERRY

  Ah. I thought –

  ROBERT

  What?

  JERRY

  It’s so long ago, I’m obviously wrong. I thought one went to Torcello by gondola.

  ROBERT

  It would take hours. No, no, – whoomp – across the lagoon in the dawn.

 

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