ACT tt ScENE 1 Two days later. The room is untidy. A bal as a glass of brandy, fa unmade and clothes are strewn around i Bard al tJ, Sally's makeup is on the Schneider is picking up a pair of pants from behind couch as the curtain rises. She crosses to in front of couch, picks up shoes and puts them down in front of chair u. R. There is a knock on the door. CHRISTOPHER. (Off.) Sally, may I come in? - Come in, Herr Issyvoo. (Christopher comes in.) in very late last night. @ manuscript in here for her yesterday Sally's bat and jacket from couch and le.) She did not come back until almost maybe she drank a little too much. And jocolate this morning, and some brandy ly. (Christopher crosses up to bebind Crosses to table, She is wearing a robe, smoking.) now, Friulein. I'm going to wear n do the room then. (Schneider d.) (Exit. Sally drinks brandy.) a day and a half.ALLY. I know. P've missed you, Chris. (Sits in chair above table.) ST RISTOPHER. (Crossing to R. of ber.) Pve missed you, too. I you don’t look too well this morning, SALLY. I've got a terrible hangover. CHRISTOPHER. What have you been up to? SALLY. Oh, not that. CHRISTOPHER. I wasn’t thinking of that! SALLY. But we never stopped going around. And then I got drunk and sentimental the first night, and I telephoned Mummy in London. CHRISTOPHER. (Lying on couch.) Good God, what for? SALLY. I suddenly felt like it. But we had the most awful con- nection, and I couldn’t hear a word. And last night was worse. We went to the most boring places. (Moves to couch and sits on it by Christopher.) Oh, Chris, I need someone to stop me, I really do, I wish I’d stayed home with you. CHRISTOPHER. Well, thank you, Sally. SALLY. But you're awfully nice to come back to. CHRISTOPHER. You're awfully nice to have back. I say, that sounds like a popular song. SALLY. Oh, it does. Maybe we could write it together and make a fortune. (Improvises a tune.) “You're awfully nice to come back to.” CHRISTOPHER. (Doing the same.) “You're awfully nice to have back.” “You're awfully nice to SALLY. \ Singing together.) 9 come back to...” CHRISTOPHER. ie ging ) (Shey lawab.) SALLY. (Her arms around Christopher.) I do think we belong together. Much more than if we'd ever had an affair. That little quarrel we had didn’t mean anything, did it? (Rises and goes to screen for stockings and shoes.) CHRISTOPHER. I don’t think two people can live as close as we do, and not have them, SALLY. (Comes back to couch and sits L. end of it.) But it was that that sent me out on that idiotic binge. CHRISTOPHER. (Pause.) Did you read the article I left you? SALLY. The what, dear? ; CHRISTOPHER. My article. SALLY. (Vaguely.) Oh, yes, looked at it, 65 aPHER. Well? ee brightly.) Vm terribly sorry, Chris. B CHRISTOPHER. Why, what's wrong with it? ( table u, R. and picks wp typescript.) SALLY. It’s not nearly snappy enough. CHRISTOPHER. Snappy? (Down to pouffe.) SALLY. But it's all right, Christopher. I've got someone ese 4 it. (Polishes her shoes on ber dressing gown.) a CHRISTOPHER? Oh? Who? SALLY. Kurt Rosenthal. I called him this morning. CHRISTOPHER. Who’s he? SALLY. (Jurns to Christopher.) Really, Chris, 1 thought you took an interest in the cinema, He’s miles the best young scenatio writer, He earns pots of money. CHRISTOPHER. Then why’s he doing this? SALLY. As a favor to me. He said he’d dictate it while he’s shav- ing, and send it round to the editor’s flat. CHRISTOPHER. Well, journalism isn’t really in my line. But 1 think you might have let me know. (Sits on pouffe)) Y. (Rises and crosses bebind hin.) \ didn’t think you'd e bothered. IER. And be would? (Sally takes off and drops dress- [couch. Goes up to chair for skirt.) arting to dress.) He doesn’t make such a fuss about do. He’s writing a novel in his spare time. He's s0 e can only dictate it while he’s having a bath. it i won, Goes 19 Boe (Rises and crosses up ta bebind couch, Bitterly,) it wonderful. Of course it depends how many me the first few chapters, Honestly, I think it’s read. 5 article on couch.) But that doese’t add (Salty comes down to table for a sand brusbes hair.) b) He’s the kind of author 1 really ther. Not like one of these You's ‘one book, start talking about 3% derful authors ia the worldSTOPHER. (Jn t0 her.) Just who are you talking about, Gh J B a HI sally brushing ber bai.) Well, you do, SALLY. ; jealous. ee d it’s silly to get jeal Who’s jealous? oo. ISTOPHER. (Angrily.) Jealous either, (Puts bat on and ’s no need to get upset, SALLY. Ther! es son's like my ssses down to bir.) set. You don’ CHRISTOPHER. aie 1 aie it. L can’t think why I ari cate or your rich, successful friends either, from See seem vo have got al this staf about me. sat m yo SLY (éaually angry) Would you like to know what my friends said aboat ZO? dae ISTOPHER. No, I wouldn't. He SALLY. Well, Pl tell you. They said you were ruining me. ci Vd fost all my sparkle and my effervescence. And that it was a due to you. I’ve let you eat me up, just sitting here, pouring my- self into you. é CHRISTOPHER. Oh, is that what you've been doing? SALLY. It’s all you want. You're like a vampire. If you don’t have Someone around you, you sit about in bars waiting to devour someone. (Sits in chair above table.) CHRISTOPHER. Your friends said that? SALLY. My friends are a lot better than the tatty people you run Freund with. (Spits into mascara and does ber eyelasbes.) All your friends seem to be interested in, is just flopping into bed, CHRISTOPHER, (Jn to ber.) And since when have you had any- thing against bed? SALLY. I haven't anything. So long as it J id: Crisroren 8. iB as it leads somewhere. ou mean not just for ¢] it Wiser just for the fun of it. (Moves SALLY. That’s disgusting. That's like animals, (Ri r 7 (Ri Soa Jor ice which she puso then eae yoeektow, Chris. tell you something. va you. GHeisrorien, (Turns to ber.) Your hat eam oe ~ ve gone beyond you. I'd bette CHRISTOPHER. All right. When? ™YE 2 CALLY. The sooner the better, 1 should think CHRISTOPHER. That’s fine with me. : Y. Good. HRI Chris. You know you ‘ay from here. 67CHRISTOPHER So, this j TIER. So, this is th, SALLY, (Picks up bandbag ae fe Yes. If you want it that way. We'll prob: somewhere, sometime, | ex; CHRISTOPHER. Well, call mn ind starts a, is aes ably bump ee en) into each other I] me someti NS time, and ask me around for ALLY. (Pausing at door now w SALLY. 7 : ) I never ki hether you're being BEEBISTOPHER. Try ie and find out, if your friends will spare ‘ou know, you make me sick door.) loor.) What a little bitch she I the start. No, that’s not true. ie. Nothing would please me whipped. Not that I care a ". . (Picks it up.) Well, not inst anything she could say. in waste basket.) It’s her lair women have for taking ling myself that Sally had ear-old schoolgirl . . . | inning. I should have I made the one fatal lous. 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