Complete Works, Volume III

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It's our first anniversary next Wednesday, did you know that?
    DISSON . Of course I did. How could I forget? Well go out together in the evening. Just you and I. Alone.
    DIANA . Oh. Good.
    DISSON . I'm also giving a little tea party in the office, in the afternoon. My mother and father'll be up.
    DIANA . Oh good
    Pause.
    DISSON . How have you enjoyed our first year?
    DIANA . It's been wonderful. It's been a very exciting year.
    Pause.
    DISSON . You've been marvellous with the boys.
    DIANA . They like me.
    DISSON . Yes, they do. They do.
    Pause.
    It's been a great boon, to have you work for the firm.
    DIANA . Oh, I'm glad. I am glad.
    Pause.
    Be nice to get away to Spain.
    Pause.
    DISSON . You've got enough money, haven't you? I mean, you have sufficient money to see you through, for all you want?
    DIANA . Oh yes. I have, thank you.
    Pause.
    DISSON . I'm very proud of you, you know.
    DIANA . I'm proud of you.
    Silence.
    Disson’s office.
    DISSON . Have you written to Corley?
    WENDY . Yes, Mr Disson.
    DISSON . And Turnbull?
    WENDY . Yes, Mr Disson.
    DISSON . And Erverley?
    WENDY . Yes, Mr Disson.
    DISSON . Carbon of the Erverley letter, please.
    WENDY . Here you are, Mr Disson.
    DISSON . Ah. I see you've spelt Erverley right.
    WENDY . Right?
    DISSON . People tend, very easily, to leave out the first R and call him Everley. You haven't done that.
    WENDY . No. ( She turns .)
    DISSON . Just a minute. How did you spell Turnbull? You needn't show me. Tell me.
    WENDY . TURNBULL.
    DISSON . Quite correct.
    Pause.
    Quite correct Now what about –?
    The screen goes black .
    Where are you?
    Pause.
    I can't see you.
    WENDY . I'm here, Mr Disson.
    DISSON . Where?
    WENDY . You're looking at me, Mr Disson.
    DISSON . You mean my eyes are open?
    Pause.
    WENDY . I'm where I was. I haven't moved.
    DISSON . Are my eyes open?
    WENDY . Mr Disson, really . . .
    DISSON . Is this you? This I feel?
    WENDY . Yes.
    DISSON . What, all this I can feel?
    WENDY . You're playing one of your games, Mr Disson. You're being naughty again.
    Vision back.
    DISSON looks at her.
    You sly old thing.
    Disley’s surgery.
    A torch shines in DISSON’S eyes, first right, then left. Torch out. Light on .
    DISLEY . There's nothing wrong with them.
    DISSON . What then?
    DISLEY . I only deal with eyes, old chap. Why do you come to me? Why don't you go to someone else?
    DISSON . Because it's my eyes that are affected.
    DISLEY . Look. Why don't you go to someone else?
    DISLEY begins to clear away his instruments .
    Nothing worrying you, is there?
    DISSON . Of course not. I've got everything I want.
    DISLEY . Getting a holiday soon?
    DISSON . Going to Spain.
    DISLEY . Lucky man.
    Pause.
    DISSON . Look. Listen. You're my oldest friend. You were going to be the best man at my wedding.
    DISLEY . That's right.
    DISSON . You wrote a wonderful speech in my honour.
    DISLEY . Yes.
    DISSON . But you were ill. You had to opt out.
    DISLEY . That's right.
    Pause.
    DISSON . Help me.
    Pause.
    DISLEY . Who made the speech? Your brother-in-law, wasn't it?
    DISSON . I don't want you to think I'm not a happy man. I am.
    DISLEY . What sort of speech did he make?
    Disson’s house. Sitting-room. Evening .
    DISSON . Tell me about Sunderley.
    WILLY . Sunderley?
    DISSON . Tell me about the place where you two were born. Where you played at being brother and sister.
    WILLY . We didn't have to play at being brother and sister. We were brother and sister.
    DIANA . Stop drinking.
    DISSON . Drinking? You call this drinking? This? I used to down eleven or nine pints a night! Eleven or nine pints! Every night of the stinking week! Me and the boys! The boys! And me! I'd break any man's hand for . . . for playing me false. That was before I became a skilled craftsman. That was before . . .
    He falls silent, sits .
    WILLY . Sunderley was beautiful.
    DISSON . I know.
    WILLY . And now it's gone, for ever.
    DISSON . I never got there.
    DISSON stands, goes to get a drink.
    He turns from drinks table .
    What are

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