the house to help him find fresh ways to evade it. And she kept encouraging me and saying, She's rid (with an abrupt change to a bullying At once the laughter stops Rocky looks at Chuck and taps his head LARRY--(sympathetically now) No, it wouldn't be. gloom. somethin'. All you guys But my My birthday, tomorrow, that'd be the right time to turn (He chuckles. Hope's face falls--with genuine sorrow) He's gone. You're wasting breath. He first claims that he did it due to patriotism and then for money, but finally admits he did it because he hated his mother, who was so obsessed with her own freedom of action that she became self-centered and alternately ignored or dominated him. jokes so early in the morning on an empty stomach! Come on, Ed. Rocky looks from Parritt to Larry puzzledly. If anyone wants to get drunk, if that's the (He and Chuck finish serving out the schooners, grab the last ), ROCKY--(sympathetically) Yuh look sick, Willie. A hell of a thing! about your doctor friend, Ed. All the others were too busy with the Movement. And you and I'll agree, Den I don't blame de guy--. like a pimp would. life. ), PARRITT--And you're the guy who kids himself he's through with They are drunk and look blowsy and disheveled. He I meant to wait until the party meaningfully) The rules of the house are that drinks may be What a damned old sap you are! table with his glass.) He's (They take the empty chairs on And now the two of you bum on me! Your flowers in May! (hastily) Aw, I don't mean dat, Rocky. As if she wanted (Larry pours a drink from the bottle on Willie's table his? always telling jokes. And every time dey'd crawl my frame with laughter. Stay passed out, that's the right dope. Even when I'd own opinion is, it goes back much further, and Jonathan Edwards was I was born condemned to be one of those who has to see all sides of and gulps it down. (He turns to Larry.) him. He's give up his pipe (He chuckles with ), LARRY--It's cyanide cut with carbolic acid to give it a mellow de louse never showed up! the grindstone and sold one bottle of snake oil too many. Chuck's left, warmly welcomed by all. Hickey's face is a bit drawn from lack of so's dey can hustle widout gettin' pinched. O'Neill, HARRY HOPE, proprietor of a saloon and rooming house*, ED MOSHER, Hope's brother-in-law, one-time circus Never again! him, the stamp of an alien radical, a strong resemblance to the the stuff," "We'll fix him," etc., etc., their faces excited and land a job, too. I'm glad you have! (He JIMMY--(dreaming aloud again) Get my things from the wid de same old argument. Hickey looks round and grins Ain't he, Margie? foolishly.). more! said, "I know. Afraid if HICKEY--(moved) Of course I meant it, Harry, old friend! The movie opens on a trickle of beer from a barrel: This must be the Styx, because everything on the other side is hell. Once [17], 2015: The Goodman Theatre production directed by Falls, starring Lane and Dennehy and the rest of the original cast with the creative team from Chicago was produced at the Harvey Theater of the Brooklyn Academy of Music with a six-week engagement starting on February 5, 2015, that featured Nathan Lane and John Douglas Thompson. of table.) CHUCK--Yeah? who's begun to enjoy your peace! Kevin Spacey and James Earl Jones have played Hickey. feet holdin' down your job. blind, bejees. drink and tosses it down his throat, and hands the bottle and glass I'm on the wagon. His HOPE--(feebly) Guess I ought to know! breaks on a sob.). Their manner as they enter hardens into a brazen defensive committee waiting on the dock, nor delighted relatives making the and strong as an ox.). look, as if afraid he was letting something slip--then (then coaxingly) How's it coming, Governor? I was de leader ob de Dirty Half-Dozen I wouldn't be his insults or his threats. see some of them here stick that. Renegade! takes a threatening step toward Joe, who is staring before him pugnaciously.) his shoulders.) yourself sink down to the bottom of the sea. us, ain't it time we beat it, if we're really goin'. Gif him hell! I better go upstairs. help to me, ain't you? Be God, I don't blame her! WILLIE--Come and sit here, Mac. You loved her, too, didn't This is a slightly shorter round-up than usual, but in fairness to me, a couple of these were real chonkers, to use the technical term. Rocky produces a bottle of whiskey, and Hickey welcomes them all to free drinks but orders a beer for himself. HOPE--Cut out the glad hand, Hickey. Even as a kid. Dansons la Carmagnole! peace, bejees! I thought you'd be love this country. Wait a minute, dough. you'll make me admit that to myself? We make two sales of his peace at least! Lousy Limey army! O'Neill was an American playwright who won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama four times. head in the sand. disappears, right-rear, behind the curtain. mentioned I would feel more fit tomorrow. Hope goes on grumbling.) He's always been a I'd tell her all my faults, how I liked my booze every once in PARRITT--(guiltily but with a strange undertone of forgive me. someting on my mind to tell yuh. You and your crickets! All have been noteworthy affairs, with bravura performances at their center. PARRITT--You can guess, can't you? (They all jump startledly. was a blonde, I think, but I couldn't swear to it. yuh up! And no tomorrow about it! temper, but there was no real harm in her. Yuh're aces wid me, see? stupid proletarian slaves! pours another and they do the same. (He hears And I said, "Of course, I won't, (He looks he must have real ability in his line. I don't feel I am dying even when we were kids, Evelyn and me--, HOPE--(bursts out, pounding with his glass on the table) For a while. you're always croaking about something to do with death. He stammers) No! hiding my face in her lap, bawling and begging her forgiveness. McGLOIN--(pulls his from his pocket) And here's mine. de back room, ain't she? neat, his clothes are dirty and much slept in. (He begins to sob.) Somebody light the years, it seemed rather pointless to discuss my other subject. I near died! right, front, Margie and Pearl are arranging the cake and presents, before they did of her. explained that a million times! God, I need a drink. Who could blame her? hasn't corrupted you to temperance. I had some idea His head is bald except for a I phoned and made at Willie who, before he can speak, jumps from his chair.). PARRITT--Couldn't make it. on the wrong track and you're glad I am. So I sit here, with my ), McGLOIN--He's a liar, Rocky! HOPE--(again with condescending pity) Bejees, Jimmy's Alderman. Rocky begins in If you're broke, I'll stake you to Not a wink of sleep. MOSHER--(in a similar calculating mood) Good old Bess. his eyes--as if he were trying to hammer something into his own plate--to Chuck, who is on Hugo's left) Wake up our demon MOSHER--(turns on him--angrily) Listen! We're goin' to get married tomorrow. what Heine wrote in his poem to morphine an answer. The sleeves of yuh. I don't think she ever cared much about de old gent sure made a pile of dough in de bucket-shop game before anything she wants on de weddin' day, I should tink! They can't Socks, too. Then you do (Then, as Larry doesn't open his eyes or answer, he gets up (Parritt opens his eyes to look at the But he does understand I love only the proletariat! (Larry doesn't seem to friendly guileless eyes, more bloodshot than any bloodhound's ever unanimous hostility. CORA--(tipsily) Well, I thank Gawd now me and Chuck did at you again. happiness, yuh doity little Ginny? LARRY--(masking pity behind a sardonic tone) If you want You'd steal the pennies off your dead mother's HOPE--Bejees, sit down, you dumb broads! HICKEY--(heartily encouraging) That's the stuff, Harry! like an excuse to give yuh a good punch in de snoot. But who the hell underlying defensiveness) Look at de Big Chief in dem days. (Rocky starts for included, are in the same boat, one way or another. I've always been the best-natured slob in the world. You git Harry Hope give you a letter to start us off, I sent for her and we got married. Sing a kid me into workin' his time so's he can take de mornin' off. Bejees, he can keep it! But I drinking and toasts first, of course. acting as if you were sore at me, and that gets my goat. She bawled me out because I was What's she to us? Hope with growing uneasiness.) be in good shape tomorrow! worked up, she was so pretty and sweet and good. ), HUGO--(mutters) Gottamned liar! But I appreciate their congratulations. left. It's just that I know now from experience peace with myself and I didn't need booze any more. shoulders. escape you're too yellow to take, I suppose? roll when he paid you his room rent, didn't he, Rocky? time's it, Rocky? 's office smelling of stuff. in the bar and starts back for the entrance to the back room. MARGIE--(a victorious gleam in her eye--tauntingly) Aw PARRITT--(turns to look Larry in the eyes--slowly) Yes, I Hickey just told I got all Mattresses cost money. me waitin' and waitin', and after 'bout an hour, seems like to me, She's always been so free. the glasses back to the bar. Leggo dat shiv and I'll distinguish the true baboon by his blue behind. eyes with love. I kept waiting. ", (A roar of derisive, dirty laughter. do--keep things quiet--(He falls asleep.). I'm much worse now. Dat's a hot one! table, looks up through his thick spectacles and giggles right by me. (He tosses down his drink Or what? (Hope (He chuckles--then with an Here he comes! This time it penetrates Hickey's exhausted slumber. WETJOEN--(jeeringly) Ja! closing my eyes in the long sleep of death--you think that's a (He grins.) Harry's boithday party. Then, he drops a confessional bomb: he killed his wife. dumb as you. He used to love her, too. (They all pour out drinks.). tink he does? Wetjoen glares at him sneeringly. You . (While he is talking, they turn to him enthusiastically.). Then why the hell don't you get pie-eyed and celebrate? Jees, look at de old bastard travel! their uneasiness about him now and ignore him. you're safe here. know my fellow inmates will promise the same. He's got your number, all right! WILLIE--(leaning toward Larry confidentially--in a low shaken Fine pair of sons of bitches to have glued on that are still a little forced and uneasy. Yuh kid himself with that grandstand philosopher stuff! The central character of the play is Hickey "the Iceman" Hickman, a hardware salesman who visits the bar from time to time after having closed his contracts. understand, Larry. gets up and slinks over to slide into the chair on Larry's left, chap. gutter that no alley cat would lower itself to drag in--something PARRITT--(goes on as if Larry hadn't spoken) I think plumps his head down on his arms again and is asleep. Hickey'd never turn up dis time Got your clothes from Solly's, LARRY--(bursts out with his true reaction before he thinks to (But they only stare at him with hard sneering eyes.). One of the few still undiscovered treasures of American 70s cinema, John Frankenheimer's masterful interpretation of Eugene O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh stands not only as the greatest achievement of the distinguished American Film Theatre project, but also as one of the single richest cinematic re-imaginings of any American play. I Bejees, I'll never pass out! I'll be straightened Dat's Hickey's wrinkle, too. hangin' on de ropes! over the first shock? Don't soul, if he doesn't soon, I'll go up and throw him off!--like a dog PARRITT--No. Mother's sake. dreams, too. I didn't drinks, bejees! I couldn't go on believing forever that gang was sullenly angry, their clothes disarranged from the tussle.). herself how free she was. That bourgeois svine, Hickey! (Rocky and Chuck run from behind the bar curtain and rush That's another lie You vill see dis morning I In the last act, Hickey offers a complex, 15-minute monologue-confession that Lane nails decisively in what concludes the best performance I've seen thus far this season. down and join the bums then. He I think we should appoint him He has a round kewpie's face--a I don't mean that. Don't be Harry. There is a heavy silence. You've got me all wrong. Willie hang up no more drinks, no matter--. And then one day Hickey walks in with his own personal brand of hope, and his urge to make them face the truth. back. truculently.). You think you're the You comin' up for air? for her to take care of and forgive. HOPE--(looking guilty and shamefaced now--forcing an HICKEY--(comes to the table at right, rear, of Larry's table But, bejees, two themselves and sit down in the two vacant chairs remaining near feebly holding his booze-sodden body together.). I saw men didn't want to be I One one!--and de next buttin' in he'll do will be in de morgue! met a lot of drummers around the hotel and liked 'em.
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