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Some interesting facts: • May 15th → Operation Grapple. • June 27th → link between tobacco smoking and lung cancer. • October 30th → government unveils. matter at the heart of The Dumb Waiter; for an audience to gaze into. Ben and Gus' closed basement room and overhear their “everyday prattle” is to gain insight. 𝗣𝗗𝗙 | Several of Harold Pinter's works have been adapted as As one of the “ comedies of menace”, The Dumb Waiter employs black humour.


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The Dumb Waiter Script - Download as Word Doc .doc), PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read online. A play by Harold Pinter. Get this from a library! Harold Pinter's The Dumb Waiter.. [Mary F Brewer] -- This collection of essays focuses on one of Harold Pinter's most popular and. +39 or +39 [email protected] THE DUMB. WAITER. By Harold Pinter. Translation by: Alessandra Serra. Directed by Salvatore.

He might not come. He migtht just send a message. He doesn't always come. Well, you'll have to do without it, won't you? You'll have a cup of tea afterwards. What's the matter with you? I like to have one before. BEN holds the revolver up to the light and polishes it.

You'd better get ready anyway. Well, I don't know, that's a bit much, you know, for my money. He picks up a packet of tea from the bed and throws it into the bag. I hope he's got a shilling, anyway, if he comes. He's entitled to have. After all, it's his place, he could have seen there was enough gas for a cup of tea, BEN. What do you mean, it's his place? Well, isn't it? He's probably only rented it. It doesn't have to be his place.

I know it's his place. I bet the whole house is. He's not even laying on any gas now either. GUS sits on his bed. It's his place, all right. Look at all the other places. You go to this address, there's a key there, there's a teapot, there's never a soul in sight? He pauses. Eh, nobody ever hears a thing, have you ever thought of that? We never get any complaints, do we, too much noise or anything like that? You never see a soul, do you?

You ever noticed that? I wonder if the walls are sound-proof. He touches the wall above his bed. Can't tell. All you do is wait, eh? Half the time he doesn't even bother to put in an appearance, Wilson. Why should he? He's a busy man. GUS thoughtfully. I find him hard to talk to, Wilson. Do you know that, Ben?

Scrub round it, will you? There are a number of things I want to ask him. But I can never get round to it, when I see him. I've been thinking about the last one. What last one? BEN grabs the paper, which he reads. Rising, looking down at BEN. How many times have you read that paper?

BEN slams the paper down and rises. BEN angrily. What do you mean? I was just wondering how many times you'd -GUS. What are you doing, criticizing me? No, I was just-BEN. You'll get a swipe round your earhole if you don't watch your step.

No look here, Ben-BEN. I'm not looking anywhere! He addresses the room. How many times have I--! A bloody liberty! I didn't mean that. You just get on with it, mate. Get on with it, that's all. BEN gets back on the bed. I was just thinking about that girl, that's all. She wasn't much to look at, I know, but still.

It was a mess though, wasn't it? What a mess. Honest, I can't remember a mess like that one. They don't seem to hold together like men, women. A looser texture, like. Didn't she spread, eh?

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She didn't half spread. But I've been meaning to ask you. BEN sits up and clenches his eyes. Who clears up after we've gone? I'm curious about that. Who does the clearing up? Maybe they don't clear up.

Maybe they just leave them there, eh? What do you think? How many jobs have we done? Blimey, I can't count them. What if they never clear anything up after we've gone.

BEN pityingly. You mutt. Do you think we're the only branch of this organization? Have a bit of common. They got departments for everything. What cleaners and all? You birk! No, it was that girl made me start to think-There is a loud clatter and racket in the bulge of wall between the beds, of something descending.

They grab their revolvers, jump up and face the wall. The noise comes to a stop. Why don't you just do it and shut up? BEN goes to his bed. He throws the box under the bed. The stove. What's come over you?

GUS goes to his bed and sits. You're always asking me questions. You've got a job to do. Shall I try it on here? BEN stares. GUS entering. GUS slowly exits. All right. GUS raises his foot. GUS takes the hands from his throat. BEN putting his legs on the bed. Put on the bloody kettle. I've been wanting to ask you something..

GUS strikes a match on his shoe. I thought perhaps you might know something. What job? GUS tentatively. BEN slams his paper down on the bed and sits on it. What are you sitting on my bed for?

GUS sits. I was just wondering.

I wonder who it'll be tonight. BEN stares at him. It lights. That's what I was wondering about. Here we are. It's going. The job. He takes out the flattened box and tries to strike. The matches. Stop wondering.

I want to see if they light. You never used to ask me so many damn questions. BEN wearily. They look at each other. He doesn't always come. It's his place. It doesn't have to be his place. He picks up a packet of tea from the bed and throws it into the bag. He then takes his revolver from under the pillow and checks it for ammunition.

Do you know that. I haven't got any money. Who it's going to be. But I can never get round to it. You never see a soul. There's a meter. All you do is wait.

Scrub round it. GUS at length. You'll have to wait. Are you feeling all right? There are a number of things I want to ask him. You ever noticed that? I wonder if the walls are sound-proof. I find him hard to talk to. I like to have one before.

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What for? He migtht just send a message. BEN looks after him. He might not come. For Wilson. GUS thoughtfully. Go and make the tea. I thought perhaps you? I mean? Have you got any idea? Who it's going to be tonight? He's probably only rented it. GUS exits. You'd better get ready anyway. I bet the whole house is. I hope he's got a shilling. Can't tell. After all. The gas has gone out. I know it's his place.

We never get any complaints. BEN looks at him. Nor have I. You go to this address. He pauses. Look at all the other places. He's entitled to have. Half the time he doesn't even bother to put in an appearance.

He touches the wall above his bed. BEN holds the revolver up to the light and polishes it. He's not even laying on any gas now either. Why should he? He's a busy man. Who what's going to be? You'll have a cup of tea afterwards. BEN grabs the paper. You just get on with it.

What do you think of that? Two teas without sugar. GUS puts his revolver on his bed and pats along the bottom of the center panel. How many times have I--! A bloody liberty! BEN re-reads the note. What if they never clear anything up after we've gone. They don't seem to hold together like men. He takes the paper. I didn't mean that. She didn't half spread.

Two sago puddings.

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Get on with it. I was just-BEN. He lifts the panel. BEN quickly. BEN pityingly. You mutt. Two braised steak and chips. GUS approaches the wall slowly. BEN gets back on the bed. But I've been meaning to ask you. BEN angrily. These places change hands very quickly. He bangs it with his revolver. You'll get a swipe round your earhole if you don't watch your step. The noise comes to a stop. It's not funny. I know.

She wasn't much to look at. I was just thinking about that girl. They grab their revolvers. You have a look at it. What a mess. No look here. Read it. They got departments for everything.

You birk! He finds a rim. That girl. BEN levels his revolver. BEN moves to the head of his bed. Disclosed is a serving-hatch. What last one? What do you think? How many jobs have we done?

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Well-The box goes up. I can't count them. It is hollow. That's a bit funny. Give us a chance! They're in a hurry. GUS peers into the box. Didn't she spread. What are you doing. BEN sits up and clenches his eyes. What cleaners and all? A wide box is held by pulleys. Do you think we're the only branch of this organization? Have a bit of common. It was a mess though. A looser texture. I was just wondering how many times you'd -GUS. Maybe they just leave them there.

I've been thinking about the last one. He brings out a pieces of paper. GUS looks over his shoulder. BEN gestures sharply towards the wall. Who clears up after we've gone? I'm curious about that. How many times have you read that paper? BEN slams the paper down and rises. GUS reading. I'm not looking anywhere! He addresses the room.

Who does the clearing up? Maybe they don't clear up. I can't remember a mess like that one. Let me see that. One Eccles cake? I didn't think you'd be keen. GUS goes towards the door. Not much. We can't send the tea. BEN purposefully. Didn't I? Liver and onions. He throws his revolver on the bed and speaks with decision. Silence BEN. Go into liquidation. You mean the people who ran up this place didn't find it a going concern and moved out?

Maybe they can send us down a bob. What else is there? GUS reaching into bag. You never told me you had an Eccles cake. BEN takes the note and reads it. Ben looks into the hatch but not up it. Packet of tea. Jam tart. Half a pint of milk. Soup of the day. We'd better send something up. A pause. Who's got it now? If they moved out. Don't do that! GUS examines the contents of the bag and brings them out.

Wait a minute! He walks slowly to the hatch. BEN throws it off. Fetch one of those plates. GUS puts his finger to his mouth. GUS follows. That's all the tea we've got. GUS goes to the box and brings out a peace of paper. Why only one? Didn't you bring one for me? That all? They are both relieved at the decision. What have you got in that bag? He leans on the hatch and swiftly looks up it. BEN flings him away in alarm. The people who run it. You can't do anything with it.

GUS goes to the hatch and shouts up it. BEN looks at the note. A bar of chocolate. Maybe you're right. One Eccles cake. They stand.

You'd better get ready. The box descends. Where did these come from? Keep it? I'll remember this. BEN irritably. What happens when we go?

BEN puts on his jacket. What do we do now? BEN puts the plate on the bed. Where did these crisps come from? It's gone up. It's all your fault. GUS goes to his bed. What do they do then? All these menus coming down and nothing going up. I was saving them till I did. We'll have to wait till it comes down. Do you mean I can keep the Eccles cake then? Put everything on the plate. The box goes up without the plate. Get the plate. Enter GUS with a plate. It might have been going on like this for years.

GUS goes to the hatch and brings out a note. They pile everything on to the plate. That's not the point. It's only got three rings. What's going on here? That's why the service is slow! BEN puts on his waistcoat. BEN brushes his jacket.

They can't do much business. You're playing a dirty game. They turn about. I only eat those with beer! Have you seen the gas stove? Where did you find them? BEN hitting him on the shoulder. He brings out a packet of crisps. So what? BEN looks in the bag. Can't I keep it? Get dressed. It isn't done. You're getting lazy. Ormitha Macarounada. GUS puts the plate in the box. Of course there is! Do you know what it takes to make an Ormitha Macarounada? An Ormitha--! Buck your ideas up.

This is some place. Why don't you ever polish it? GUS rubs his revolver on the sheet. Eating makes you lazy. The sooner we're out of this place the better. Greek dishes. Just did it. No tea and no biscuits. GUS puts on his on his waistcoat. It'll be any minute now. That's pretty high class. GUS up the hatch. You don't want to get slack on your job. What was that? GUS calling up the hatch. Express Dairy! He puts the bottle in the box.

He puts on his jacket. It looks disgraceful. Have you checked your gun? You haven't even checked your gun. One bottle of milk! Half a pint! He looks at the label. You shouldn't shout like that. One bottle of milk. I wonder where the cook is. The box goes up. Quick before it goes up. Macaroni Pastitsio. Who me? BEN takes out a pocket mirror and straightens his tie. Three McVitie and Price! One Lyons Red Label!

One Smith's Crisps! One Eccles cake! One Fruit and Nut! BEN handing the milk. BEN lies down and looks up at the ceiling. That's right. They must have had a few. Takes a few cooks. You think so. GUS puts his revolver in its holster. Maybe they had a few more gas stoves. What's this? All right then. We should have used it before. Why doesn't he get in touch?

I feel like I've been here years. That's it. BEN examining it. He brushes his jacket. Look here. GUS collects the note. That we can't do it. I hope the bloke's not going to get excited tonight.

We've never let him down though. Water Chestnuts and Chicken. Maybe it isn't tea-time. It's a speaking-tube. We've never let him down. BEN jumps up. We'll write a note. One Char Siu and Beansprouts. Just the job. Tell them what? Blow into it. GUS does so. What'd they do that for? He picks it up. I've got a splitting headache.

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BEN throwing the tea on the bed. The packet of tea is inside it. They've sent back the tea. We're reliable. I'm feeling a bit off. He looks back at the box. BEN anxious.

Lend us your pencil. I'll be glad when it's over tonight. I wouldn't know where to begin. See that? That's a whistle. Pull it out. One Bamboo Shoots. He puts his revolver back in its holster.

What do you do? He takes his revolver out of its holster to check the ammunition. Funny I never noticed it before. How long has that been there? We'd better tell them. I was thinking only the other day. To ear. He glares at GUS. The larder's bare! Now you speak!

Speak into it! I'm very sorry to hear that. Speaking with great deference. He listens. To GUS. The milk was sour. To mouth. GUS tube at mouth. Then they know you want to speak.

The Eccles cake was stale. GUS blows. Give me that! He grabs the tube and puts it to his mouth. We sent up all we had. What about the crisps? BEN listening. Good evening. I'm sorry to? It whistles up there if you blow. He brings the tube slowly to his ear. The biscuits were mouldy.

Tube to mouth. Tube to ear. The chocolate was melted. I can't hear a thing. There's no more food down here. BEN lets his head sink on to his chest. What are we supposed to drink? BEN sits on his bed. You notice they didn't ask for any salads? They've probably got a salad bowl up there. Cold meat. What about us? BEN sits. They must have something up there. The voice has ceased. Right away. You know what he said? Not put on the kettle! Not light the gas! But light the kettle! For tea.

Why did I send it up? They won't get much from down here. He wanted a cup of tea! What about me? I've been wanting a cup of tea all night! BEN despairingly. He wanted a cup of tea. I'm starving. There's no gas.

How can we light the kettle? Did you hear that? What about you? You look as if you could do with something too. BEN clapping hand to head. Roll mops. And he wants a cup of tea. That beats that band. He hangs up the tube. I'm thirsty too. Why did you send him up all that stuff? I could do with a bit of sustenance myself.

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What did he want us to light the kettle for? Now what do we do? We send him up all we've got and he's not satisfied.

Who knows what he's got upstairs? He's probably got a salad bowl. Yes certainly. Stand behind the door. That's part a joke. He'll see you and come towards you. Without divulging your presence.

Hardboiled eggs. If there's a knock on the door you don't answer it. He won't know you're there. You don't think they're just going to sit there and wait for stuff to come up from down here. The instructions are stated and repeated automatically. He won't see you. When the bloke comes in-GUS.

He looks over at BEN. They do all right. GUS absently. I don't like doing a job on an empty stomach. You don't look too bright.

So I won't answer it. Probably eating my crisps with a pint of beer now. When we get the call. But he'll see me. Didn't have anything to say about those crisps. Let me give you your instructions. Be quiet a minute.

We always do it the same way. BEN in a low voice. He'll see you. When the bloke comes in-BEN. BEN sits up. But there won't be a knock on the door.

Shut the door behind him. I feel like an Alka-Seltzer myself. They'll get them nowhere. He'll see me and come towards me. The lot. They've probably got a crate of beer too.

He won't see me. We won't say a word. He turns and looks at BEN. He stops in his tracks. And me in front of him-GUS. You take your gun out-GUS. After I've closed the door. We'll look at him. Exactly the same? After you've closed the door. The lavatory chain is pulled once off left. So what will he do? BEN frowns and presses his forehead. He won't know what to do. I haven't taken my gun out. Excuse me. We do the same.

You've never missed that out before. He won't know I'm there.BEN looks at the note. Who's got it now?

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He leans on the hatch and swiftly looks up it. Next on the script shelf: One Fruit and Nut! Two sago puddings. What are you doing, criticizing me? London: Methuen,