Harold Pinter Plays 2 Read Online Free

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    DAVIES. I got my papers there!
    Pause.
    ASTON. What are they doing at Sidcup?
    DAVIES. A man I know has got them. I left them with him. You see? They prove who I am! I can’t move without them papers. They tell you who I am. You see! I’m stuck without them.
    ASTON. Why’s that?
    DAVIES. You see, what it is, you see, I changed my name! Years ago. I been going around under an assumed name! That’s not my real name.
    ASTON. What name you been going under?
    DAVIES. Jenkins. Bernard Jenkins. That’s my name. That’s the name I’m known, anyway. But it’s no good me going on with that name. I got no rights. I got an insurance card here. (He takes a card from his pocket.) Under the name of Jenkins. See? Bernard Jenkins. Look. It’s got four stamps on it. Four of them. But I can’t go along with these. That’s not my real name, they’d find out, they’d have me in the nick. Four stamps. I haven’t paid out pennies. I’ve paid out pounds. I’ve paid out pounds, not pennies. There’s been other stamps, plenty, but they haven’t put them on, the nigs, I never had enough time to go into it.
    ASTON. They should have stamped your card.
    DAVIES. It would have done no good! I’d have got nothing anyway. That’s not my real name. If I take that card along I go in the nick.
    ASTON. What’s your real name, then?
    DAVIES. Davies. Mac Davies. That was before I changed my name.
    Pause.
    ASTON. It looks as though you want to sort all that out.
    DAVIES. If only I could get down to Sidcup! I’ve been waiting for the weather to break. He’s got my papers, this man I left them with, it’s got it all down there, I could prove everything.
    ASTON. How long’s he had them?
    DAVIES. What?
    ASTON. How long’s he had them?
    DAVIES. Oh, must be … it was in the war … must be … about near on fifteen year ago.
    He suddenly becomes aware of the bucket and looks up.
    ASTON. Any time you want to … get into bed, just get in. Don’t worry about me.
    DAVIES (taking off his overcoat). Eh, well, I think I will. I’m a bit … a bit done in. (He steps out of his trousers, and holds them out). Shall I put these on here?
    ASTON. Yes.
    DAVIES puts the coat and trousers on the clothes horse.
    DAVIES. I see you got a bucket up here.
    ASTON. Leak.
    DAVIES looks Up.
    DAVIES. Well, I’ll try your bed then. You getting in?
    ASTON. I’m mending this plug.
    DAVIES looks at him and then at the gas stove.
    DAVIES. You … you can’t move this, eh?
    ASTON. Bit heavy.
    DAVIES. Yes.
    DAVIES gets into bed. He tests his weight and length.
    Not bad. Not bad. A fair bed. I think I’ll sleep in this.
    ASTON. I’ll have to fix a proper shade on that bulb. The light’s a bit glaring.
    DAVIES. Don’t you worry about that, mister, don’t you worry about that. (He turns and puts the cover up).
    ASTON sits, poking his plug.
    The LIGHTS FADE OUT . Darkness.
    LIGHTS UP . Morning.
    ASTON is fastening his trousers, standing by the bed. He straightens his bed. He turns, goes to the centre of the room and looks at DAVIES . He turns, puts his jacket on, turns, goes towards DAVIES and looks down on him . He coughs. DAVIES sits up abruptly.
    DAVIES. What? What’s this? What’s this?
    ASTON. It’s all right.
    DAVIES (staring). What’s this?
    ASTON. It’s all right.
    DAVIES looks about.
    DAVIES. Oh, yes.
    ASTON goes to his bed, picks up the plug and shakes it.
    ASTON. Sleep well?
    DAVIES. Yes. Dead out. Must have been dead out.
    ASTON goes downstage right, collects the toaster and examines it.
    ASTON. You … er.…
    DAVIES. Eh?
    ASTON. Were you dreaming or something?
    DAVIES. Dreaming?
    ASTON. Yes.
    DAVIES. I don’t dream. I’ve never dreamed.
    ASTON. No, nor have I.
    DAVIES. Nor me.
    Pause.
    Why you ask me that, then?
    ASTON. You were making noises.
    DAVIES. Who was?
    ASTON. You were.
    DAVIES gets out of bed. He wears long underpants.
    DAVIES. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute, what do you mean? What kind of noises?
    ASTON. You were making groans.