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[whippoorwills singing]
[crickets chirping]
? [classical trumpet music] ?
? [discordant piano notes] ?
This cannot be right.
[exasperated sigh]
Did I-- Am I, am I?
- Okay... [shaking sound]
? [strumming harp] ?
- Uh, can you tell me if the lens is scratched
or is that my glasses?
- Dad: Get off the camera,
you've gotta get off. - Son: I know!
- Dad: Son, get off the camera. - Son: I'm about to win!
- [man does vocal warm-up] I love my kids, I love my kids,
I love my kids, I love... [overlapping voices]
- Man: Hey, Jimmy!
[man does throat exercise]
Jimmy, you frozen?
- Places!
- I'm here, I'm here, coming!
- Places, everyone!
This is places.
? [playful, expectant keyboard music] ?
- Oh, hey, what's up Marcus?
How ya doing?
- Man: Good luck, everybody!
? ?
? [birds warbling, crickets chirping] ?
? ?
[bird chirping]
- Brenda: Hi, everybody, hello.
Welcome again for those of you
that are joining us again.
This is our third of our six--
reading of six plays in our series for "Out of the Woods."
Thank you so much for being with us tonight.
We've had such an amazing response to this.
It's-- The emails and the texts are really heartening
and we appreciate you so much for sharing.
I have to do a shout out right away
because we got an email from John and Susan Nelson,
who are longtime fans, and they told us
that every Sunday night, they dress up
which means they don't--
They stated they do not wear sweats.
That's a dressing up must be.
And they are watching our plays, they have a big meal.
And I just think that's amazing
that you made it a little ritual out of this.
So thank you for sharing that.
And thank you all for being here.
If you haven't been able
to watch our series up to this point,
or you'd like to watch them again,
you're in luck.
We're so grateful that PBS Wisconsin has chosen
to partner with us and they're going
to be putting these up on their website starting
on June 5th.
On Friday night, June 5th, the first one,
the one we did a couple weeks ago,
which is the Chekhov One Acts,
they'll come out on the Friday night,
and subsequently every other-- every Friday night
from then on until July 10,
they will be up and you can binge watch
all of them through the 19th of July.
So we're really excited for that partnership.
We're really excited that people will be able
to share these with your friends,
and they're free and that's really important to us.
So we're excited that you are all watching tonight
so you can tell people about it
I wanna say thank you, a shout out,
to a lot of people real quick.
We had this idea in the middle of--
just a few weeks ago and the staff jumped on board
and they made it possible for you all
to be registered here tonight watching and thank you!
We have the best staff in the whole world.
Also, I want to say thank you to the backstage crew,
which is Jacki Singleton,
and Evelyn Matten, our incredible stage managers,
Jake Penner and Carey Cannon,
who are the artistic team who do everything so well.
And I appreciate you so much, thank you so much!
A shout out to the guys who made the video,
Chris Corkery and Jack Whaley.
Thank you so much for that!
The video you saw at the top,
that little entrance video-- they did that for us for free.
So thank you guys.
It's important to say thank you to the sponsors,
our season sponsors.
These guys have stayed with us
as our season has shifted, of course,
and their generosity and support and confidence in us
is everything and I know them, many of them personally,
and I say they are great people,
but they're even better stewards of our institution
and I'm going to say their names right now.
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the Mr. and Mrs. C.J. Williams Storage Foundation,
and U.S. Bank.
Thank you so much.
And last but not least,
I want to thank the artists, they're perfectionist,
they love their rehearsal.
They make it look easy what they do.
It's not easy what they do.
And tonight in the reading,
they have to kind of throw caution to the wind
and go with their instincts and be recorded and put online
for everybody to see,
and I think that they are the best actors in the world.
And I and I know that they're the best people
so I want to say thank you to you all.
And thank you, Bill Brown, for taking on this project
tonight and Eva Brenneman for doing text work tonight.
You're both amazing and lovely and wonderful people, too.
So I appreciate you all.
So without further ado,
I'm wanna tell you to enjoy
tonight's reading of George Bernard Shaw,
"Arms and the Man."
[birds chirping]
- Raina, Raina, where, why.
Oh, heavens, child, are you out in the night air
instead of in your bed?
Well, you'll catch your death.
Louka told me you were asleep.
- I sent her away. - Huh?
- I wanted to be alone.
The stars are so beautiful!
- Oh...
- What is the matter?
- [gasps] Such news.
There has been a battle!
- Ah-hah!
- A great battle at Slivnitza!
A victory!
And it was won by Sergius.
- Ah! Oh, mother!
Is father safe?
- Of course, he sent me the news.
Sergius is the hero of the hour,
the idol of the regiment.
- Tell me, tell me.
How was it!
Oh, mother, mother, mother!
- You can't guess how splendid it is.
A cavalry charge, think of that!
He defied our Russian commanders,
acted without orders,
led a charge on his own responsibility,
headed it himself,
was the first man to sweep through their guns.
Oh, can't you see it, Raina?
Our gallant splendid Bulgarians with their swords
and eyes flashing,
thundering down like an avalanche
and scattering the wretched Serbs
and their dandified Austrian officers like chaff.
And you, you kept Sergius waiting a year
before you would be betrothed to him.
Oh, if you have a drop of Bulgarian blood
in your veins, you will worship him
when he comes back.
- What will he care for my poor little worship
after the acclamations of a whole army of heroes?
But no, no matter.
I'm so happy, so proud!
It proves that all our ideas were real after all.
- Our ideas real what do you mean?
- Our ideas of what Sergius would do, our patriotism,
our heroic ideals.
Oh, what faithless little creatures girls are!
I sometimes used to doubt
whether they were anything but dreams.
When I buckled on Sergius's sword he looked
so noble it was treason to think of disillusion
or humiliation or failure.
And yet,
and yet.
Promise me you'll never tell him.
- Don't ask me for promises
until I know what I am promising.
- Well, it came into my head just as he
was holding me in his arms and looking into my eyes,
that perhaps we only had our heroic ideas because
we were so fond of reading Byron and Pushkin,
and because we were so delighted with the opera
that season at Bucharest.
But life is so seldom like that, indeed never,
as far as I knew it then.
Only think, mother, I doubted him.
I wondered whether all his heroic qualities and his
soldiership might not prove mere imagination when he went
into a real battle.
I had an uneasy fear
that he might cut a poor figure there
beside all those clever Russian officers.
- A poor figure!
Oh, shame on you!
The Serbs have Austrian officers who are just as clever
as our Russians but we have beaten them
in every battle for all that.
- Yes, I was only a prosaic little coward.
Oh, to think that it was all true,
that Sergius is just as splendid and noble
as he looks. - [mother laughs]
- The world is really a glorious world for women
who can see its glory and men who can act its romance!
Oh, what happiness!
What unspeakable fulfillment!
Ah!
- Madam,
all the windows are to be closed
and the shutters made fast.
They say there may be shooting in the streets.
The Serbians are being chased right back
through the pass and they say they may run into the town.
Our cavalry will be after them
and our people will be ready for them you may be sure,
now that they are running away.
- I must see that everything is made safe downstairs.
- I wish our people were not so cruel.
What glory is there in killing wretched fugitives?
- Cruel!
Do you suppose they would hesitate
to kill you, or worse?
- Leave the shutters so
that I can just close them if I hear anything.
- Oh, no, no, no, dear,
you must keep them fastened.
You would be sure to drop off to sleep
and leave them open.
Make them fast, Louka.
- Yes, madam.
- Don't be anxious about me.
The moment I hear a shot,
I shall blow out the candles and roll myself up
in bed with my ears well covered.
- Quite the wisest thing you can do, my love.
Good night. - Good night.
Wish me the joy of the happiest night of my life,
[laughs giddily]
if only there are no fugitives.
- Oh, go to bed, dear, and don't think of them.
- If you would like the shutters open,
just give them a push like this.
One of them ought to be bolted at the bottom,
but the bolt's gone.
- Thanks, Louka, but we must do as we are told.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Oh, Sergius,
I shall never be unworthy of you anymore,
[kissing picture] my hero, never, never, never.
Sergius! My hero!
My hero!
[blowing out candle]
[person breathing fast, panting]
Who's there?
Who's there?! Who is that?!
- Man: Sh-sh! Sh-sh! Sh-sh!
Don't call out or you'll be shot.
Be good and no harm will happen to you.
No, take care, there's no use in trying to run away.
- But who...
- Man: Remember, if you raise your voice
my pistol will go off.
Now, strike a light and let me see you.
Do you hear?
- Excuse my disturbing you
but you recognise my uniform, huh-- Serbian.
If I'm caught, I shall be killed.
Do you understand that? - Yes.
- Well, I don't intend to get killed if I can help it.
Do you understand that?
- I suppose not.
Some soldiers, I know,
are afraid to die.
- All of them, dear lady,
all of them, believe me.
It is our duty to live as long as we can,
and to kill as many of the enemy as we can.
Now if you raise an alarm...
- You will shoot me.
How do you know that I am afraid to die?
- Ah, but suppose I don't shoot you,
what will happen then?
Why, a lot of your cavalry,
the greatest blackguards in your army,
will burst into this pretty little room of yours
and slaughter me here like a pig
for I should fight like a demon
they shan't get me into the street to amuse themselves with.
I know what they are!
Are you prepared to receive that sort of company
in your state of present undress?
It's pretty scanty, eh? - [frightened fast breathing]
- Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Where are you going?
- Only to get my cloak.
- A good idea.
No, no.
I'll keep the cloak
[tugging on cloak]
and you'll take care that nobody comes in
and sees you without it.
This is a better weapon than the pistol.
- It is not the weapon of a gentleman!
- It's good enough for a man with only you
to stand between him and death.
[assertive knocking on door]
Do you hear?
If you are going to bring those scoundrels in on me,
you shall receive them as you are.
- RUSSIAN OFFICER: Open the door!
Wake up, will you!
- This is Major Petkoff's house.
You can't come in here.
- What does this mean, sir?
- My lady, my lady!
Get up, quick and open the door.
If you don't, they will break it down.
- It's no use, I'm done for.
Quick! Wrap yourself up, they're coming!
- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.
- What will you do? - Never mind.
Keep out of the way.
It will not last long.
- I'll help you.
Hide yourself,
oh, hide yourself, quick,
behind the curtain.
- But, there is just half a chance,
if you keep your head.
Remember: nine soldiers out of ten are born fools.
If they find me, I promise you a fight, a devil of a fight!
- Madam!
- Louka!
- A man has been seen climbing up the water-pipe
to your balcony, a Serb.
The soldiers want to search for him
and they are so wild and drunk and furious.
My lady says you are to dress at once.
And to be sure that-- - They shall not search in here.
Why have they been let in?
- Raina, my darling, are you safe?
Have you seen anyone or heard anything?
- I heard the shooting.
Surely the soldiers will not dare come in here?
- I have found a Russian officer, thank Heaven!
He knows Sergius.
Sir, you will come in now!
My daughter is ready.
- Good evening, gracious lady
I am sorry to intrude,
but there is a fugitive hiding on balcony.
Will you and gracious lady, your mother, please do
withdraw whilst we search?
- Nonsense, sir, you can see that there is no one
on the balcony. - [shots ring out]
- Cease fire, cease firing,
cease firing there, you fools, do you hear?
Cease firing, damn you.
Could anyone have gotten in without your knowledge?
Were you asleep?
- No, I have not been to bed.
- Your neighbours have their heads
so full of runaway Serbians
that they see them everywhere.
Gracious lady, a thousand pardons.
Good-night.
- Don't leave my mother, Louka,
whilst the soldiers are here.
[gasping for breath]
- A near shave but a miss is as good as a mile.
Gracious lady, your servant until death.
I wish now that I had joined the Bulgarian army
instead of the Serbian.
I'm not a native Serbian.
- No,
you are one of the Austrians who set the Serbians on
to rob us of our national liberty,
and who officer their army for them.
We hate them!
- Austri-- Austrian!
Not I, no.
Don't hate me, dear young lady.
I am only a Swiss,
fighting merely as a professional soldier.
I joined Serbia because it was nearest to me.
Be generous you've beaten us hollow.
- Have I not been generous?
- Noble! Heroic!
But I'm not saved yet.
This particular rush will soon pass through
but the pursuit will go on all night by fits and starts.
I must take my chance to get off during a quiet interval.
- [gunfire in background]
- You don't mind my waiting just a minute or two, do you?
- Oh, no, I am sorry you will have to go into danger again.
Won't you sit?
- [Raina startles] - Don't frighten me like that.
What is it?
- Your-- your pistol!
It was staring that officer
in the face all the time.
What an escape!
- Oh, is that all?
- I am sorry I frightened you.
I pray, take it to protect yourself against me.
- No use, dear young lady, there's nothing in it.
It's not loaded.
- Load it, by all means.
- I've no ammunition.
What use are cartridges in battle?
I always carry chocolate instead
and I finished the last cake of that yesterday.
- Chocolate! Do you stuff yourself
with sweets-- like a schoolboy--even in the field?
- Yes. Isn't it contemptible?
- [Raina scoffs]
Raina: Allow me.
[unwrapping crinkly foil]
I am sorry I have eaten them all except these.
- You're an angel!
- [man crunches on chocolate] Mmm!
[laughs joyfully]
Creams! Mmm!
Delicious!
Bless you, dear lady.
You can always tell an old soldier by the inside
of his holsters and cartridge boxes.
The young ones carry pistols and cartridges,
the old ones, grub.
Thank you.
[Raina moves abruptly]
[man startles] Ugh!
Don't do things so suddenly.
Don't revenge yourself because I frightened you just now.
- [Raina laughs]
Frighten me!
Do you know, sir, that though I am only a woman,
I think I am at heart as brave as you.
- Well, I should think so.
You haven't been under fire for three days as I have.
I can stand two days without showing it much
but no man can stand three days
I'm as nervous as a mouse.
Would you like to see me cry? - No.
- If you would, all you have to do is to scold me
as if I were a little boy and you were my nurse.
If I were in camp,
they'd playing all sorts of tricks on me.
- I'm sorry.
I won't scold you.
You must excuse me,
our soldiers are not like that.
- [man chuckles]
Oh, yes, they are.
There are only two sorts of soldiers:
old ones and young ones.
I've served fourteen years,
and half of your fellows never smelt powder before.
Why, how is it that you've just beaten us?
Sheer ignorance of the art of war, nothing else.
I never saw anything so unprofessional
in my entire life.
- Oh, was it unprofessional to beat you?
- Well, come, is it professional
to throw a regiment of cavalry
on a battery of machine guns,
with the dead certainty that if the guns go off,
not a horse or man will ever get
within fifty yards of the fire?
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it.
- Did you see the great cavalry charge?
Oh, tell me about it.
Describe it to me.
- You never saw a cavalry charge before, did you?
- How could I?
- Perhaps not, yeah, of course.
Uhh...
Well, it's a funny sight.
It's a little like slinging a handful of peas
against a window pane.
First, one comes,
then two or three close behind him
and then, all the rest in a lump.
- Yes, first One: The bravest of the brave!
- Hmm! You should see the poor devil pulling at his horse.
- Why should he pull at his horse?
- It's running away with him, of course.
Do you suppose that the fellow wants
to get there before the others and be killed?
Then they all come.
You can tell the young ones by their wildness
and their slashing.
The old ones come bunched up under the number one guard.
They know that they are mere projectiles,
and that it's no use trying to fight.
The wounds are mostly broken knees,
from the horses cannoning together.
- Ugh! But I don't believe the first man is a coward.
I believe he is a hero!
- Well, that's what you'd have said
if you'd seen the first man in the charge today.
- [Raina laughs giddily] I knew it!
Tell me, tell me about him.
- He did it like an operatic tenor.
A regular handsome fellow,
with flashing eyes and lovely moustache,
shouting a war-cry
and charging like Don Quixote at the windmills.
[scoffs] We nearly burst with laughter at him
but when the sergeant ran up
as white as a sheet,
and told us they'd sent us the wrong cartridges,
and that we couldn't fire a shot for the next ten minutes,
we laughed at the other side of our mouths.
I never felt so sick in my life,
and I've been in one or two very tight places.
And I hadn't even a revolver cartridge,
nothing but chocolate.
We'd no bayonets, nothing.
Of course, they just cut us to bits.
And there was Don Quixote
flourishing like a drum major,
thinking he'd done the cleverest thing ever known,
whereas he ought to be court-martialled for it.
[scoffs]
Of all the fools ever let loose on a field of battle,
that man must be the very maddest.
He and his regiment simply committed suicide,
only the pistol missed fire, that's all.
- Indeed! Would you know him if you saw him again?
- Shall I ever forget him.
- That is a photograph of the gentleman--
the patriot and hero--
to whom I am betrothed.
- [man sighs awkwardly]
I'm really very sorry.
Yet was it fair to lead me on?
Yes, that's him.
No doubt of it.
[laughs]
- Raina: Why do you laugh? - [Bluntschli laughs more]
- I don't laugh, I assure you.
At least I didn't mean to.
But-- [laughs]
But when I think of him charging the windmills
and thinking he was doing the finest thing...
[unrestrained laughter]
- Raina: Give me back the portrait, sir.
- Of course, certainly.
I'm really very sorry.
Perhaps I'm quite wrong, no doubt I am.
Most likely he had got wind
of the cartridge business somehow,
and knew it was a safe job.
- That is to say, he was a pretender and a coward!
You did not dare say that before.
- It's no use, dear lady.
I can't make you see it from the professional point of view.
- So much the better for you.
- How?
- You are my enemy.
You are at my mercy.
What would I do if I were a professional soldier?
- True, dear young lady, you're always right.
I know how good you have been to me
to my last hour I shall remember
those three chocolate creams.
It was unsoldierly
but it was angelic.
- Thank you.
And now I will do a soldierly thing.
You cannot stay here after what you have just said
about my future husband
but I will go out on the balcony
and see whether it is safe
for you to climb down and into the street.
- What, down that waterpipe?!
No, no, stop, stop!
Stop, wait! I can't!
I daren't!
The very thought of it makes me giddy.
I came up it fast enough
with death behind me.
But to face it now in cold blood!
Oh, it's no use, I give up I'm beaten.
Give the alarm.
- Come, don't be disheartened.
Oh, you are a very poor soldier,
a chocolate cream soldier.
Come, cheer up.
It takes less courage to climb down than to face capture,
remember that.
- No, no, capture only means death
and death means sleep.
Oh, sleep, sleep, sleep,
undisturbed sleep!
Climbing down the pipe means doing something--
exerting myself-- thinking!
Death ten times over first.
- Are you so sleepy as that?
- I've not had two hours' undisturbed sleep
since the war began.
I'm on the staff.
You don't know what that means.
I haven't closed my eyes for thirty-six hours.
- But what am I to do with you.
- Of course, I must do something.
[clears throat] You see,
sleep or no sleep,
hunger or no hunger,
tired or not tired,
you can always do a thing
when you know it must be done.
Well, that pipe must be got down.
Do you hear that, you chocolate cream soldier?
- But if you fall?
- Then I shall sleep
as if the stones were a feather bed.
Good-bye.
- Stop! They'll kill you.
- No, never mind.
This sort of thing is all in my day's work.
I'm bound to take my chance.
Now do what I tell you, hmm?
Put out the candles, so that they shan't see the light
when I open the shutters.
And keep away from the window, whatever you do.
If they see me,
they're sure to have a shot at me.
- They're sure to see you, it's bright moonlight.
I'll save you.
Oh,
how can you be so indifferent?
You want me to save you, don't you?
- I really don't want to be troublesome.
No, I am not indifferent, dear young lady, I assure you!
But how is it to be done?
- Come away from the window, please.
Now listen.
You must trust to our hospitality.
You do not yet know in whose house you are.
I am a Petkoff.
- What's that?
- I mean that I belong to the family of the Petkoffs,
the richest and best-known in our country.
- Oh...
Oh, yes, of course.
I beg your pardon.
The Petkoffs, to be sure.
How stupid of me!
- You know you never heard of them until this minute.
How can you stoop to pretend?
- Forgive me, I'm too tired to think
and the change of subject was really just too much for me.
Don't scold me.
- I forgot.
It might make you cry.
I must tell you that my father holds
the highest command of any Bulgarian in our army.
He is a Major.
- A Major! Bless me!
Think of that!
- You shewed great ignorance in thinking
that it was necessary to climb up to the balcony,
because ours is the only private house
that has two rows of windows.
There is a flight of stairs inside to get up and down by.
- Stairs!
How grand!
Yeah, you live in great luxury indeed,
dear young lady.
- Do you know what a library is?
- A library?
A roomful of books.
- Yes, we have one, the only one in Bulgaria.
- Actually a real library!
Well, I should like to see that.
- I tell you these things to shew you that
you are not in the house of ignorant country folk
who would kill you the moment they saw your Serbian uniform,
but among civilized people.
We go to Bucharest every year for the opera season
and I have spent a whole month in Vienna.
- I saw that, dear young lady.
I saw at once that you knew the world.
- Have you ever seen the opera of Ernani?
- Well, is that the one with the devil in it, in red velvet,
and a soldier's chorus?
- No!
- Then I don't know it.
- I thought you might have remembered
the great scene where Ernani,
flying from his foes just as you are tonight,
takes refuge in the castle
of his bitterest enemy,
an old Castilian noble.
The noble refuses to give him up.
His guest is sacred to him.
- Have your people got that notion?
- My mother and I can understand that notion,
as you call it.
And if instead of threatening me with your pistol
as you did,
you had simply thrown yourself as a fugitive
on our hospitality,
you would have been as safe as
in your father's house.
- [man laughs]
Man: Are you quite sure?
- [Raina scoffs] Oh, it is useless to try
and make you understand.
- No, no. Don't be angry
you see how awkward it would be for me
if there was any mistake.
My father is a very hospitable man.
He keeps six hotels,
but I couldn't trust him as far as that.
What about your father?
- He is away at Slivnitza, fighting for his country.
I answer for your safety.
There is my hand in pledge of it.
Will that reassure you?
- Better not touch my hand, dear young lady.
I must have a wash first.
- That is very nice of you.
I see that you are a gentleman.
- Eh?
- You must not think I am surprised.
Bulgarians of really good standing,
people in our position,
they wash their hands nearly every day.
But I appreciate your delicacy.
You may take my hand.
- Thanks, gracious lady.
I feel safe at last.
And now, would you mind breaking the news to your mother?
I had better not stay here secretly
longer than is necessary.
- If you will be so good
as to keep perfectly still whilst I am away.
- Certainly.
[man yawns]
- You're not going to sleep, are you?
Do you hear? [Raina claps hands loudly]
Wake up!
You are falling asleep.
- No, falling aslee-- no.
Not the least in the world.
No.
I was, I was only thinking.
It's all right, I'm wide awake.
- Will you please stand up while I am away?
- All right.
- All the time, mind.
- Certainly--
Certainly, certainly, you may depend upon me.
- Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep,
sleep, sleep...
[startles] Where am I?
[panicked breathing]
That's what I want to know: where am I?
I must keep awake.
[slaps face]
Nothing keeps me awake like danger.
Remember that, huh?
Danger, danger, danger.
Where's danger?
I must find it.
I must find dang... I must find...
What am I looking for?
Sleep, [sniffles] danger, I don't know.
[laughs uncertainly]
Oh, yes, now I know.
All right now.
I'm to go to bed but not to sleep,
be sure not to sleep because,
because of danger.
And not to lie down, either,
it's only, only to sit down.
[groans]
And then... Ah!
- He's, he's gone!
I left him here. - Here!
Then he must have climbed down from the--
- [man snoring] - Oh!
- Well!
He's fast asleep.
The brute! - Shh!
- No. Sir! SIR!
SIR!!
- Don't, mamma the poor dear is worn out.
Let him sleep.
- The "poor dear"?
Raina!
[whippoorwills singing]
[glass clinks]
- [sighs deeply]
- Be warned in time, Louka.
Mend your manners!
I know the mistress.
She is so grand.
She never dreams that any servant
could dare be disrespectful to her,
but if she once suspects that you are defying her,
out you go.
- I do defy her.
I will defy her.
What do I care for her?
- If you quarrel with the family,
I never can marry you.
It's the same as if you quarrelled with me!
- You take her word against me, do you?
- I shall always be dependent
on the good will of the family.
When I leave their service and start a shop in Sofia,
their custom will be half my capital
their bad word would ruin me.
- You have no spirit.
Ha! I should like to see them dare say a word against me!
- [exasperated sigh]
I should have expected more sense from you, Louka.
But you're young, you're young!
- Yes, and you like me the better for it, don't you?
[Louka laughs cynically]
But I know some family secrets they wouldn't care to have told,
young as I am.
Let them quarrel with me if they dare!
- Do you know what they would do
if they heard you talk like that?
- What could they do?
- Discharge you for untruthfulness.
Who would believe any stories you told after that?
Who would give you another situation?
Who in this house would dare be seen speaking
with you ever again?
How long would your father be left
on his little farm?
Child, you don't know the power
such high people have over the likes of you and me
when we try to rise out of our poverty
against them.
Look at me, look at me!
Hmm?
Ten years in their service.
Do you think I know no secrets?
I know things about the mistress
that she wouldn't have the master know
for a thousand levas.
I know things about him
that she wouldn't let him hear the last of
for six months if I blabbed them to her.
I know things about Raina
that would break off her match with Sergius--
- How do you know?
I never told you!
- So that's your little secret, is it?
I thought it might be something like that.
Well, you take my advice, and be respectful
and make the mistress feel that no matter what you know
or don't know, they can depend on you to hold your tongue
and serve the family faithfully.
That's what they like
and that's how you'll make the most out of them.
- You have the soul
of a servant, Nicola.
- Yes that's the secret of success in service.
- Man: Hollo! Hollo there! Nicola!
- Master!
[gasps] Back from the war!
- My word for it, Louka, the war's over.
Off with you and get some coffee.
- You'll never put the soul of a servant into me.
- hah, breakfast out here, eh?
- Yes, sir.
The mistress and Miss Raina have just gone in.
- Go in and say I've come.
Oh, oh, oh, and get me some fresh coffee.
- It's coming, sir. - [Petkoff chuckles]
- Nikola: Have you told the mistress?
- Yes she's coming.
- Well, the Serbians haven't run away with you, have they?
- No, sir.
- [Petkoff chuckles] That's right.
Have you brought me some cognac?
- Here, sir.
- That's right!
- Oh, my dear Paul!
Oh, what a surprise for us.
[mwah]
Have they brought you fresh coffee?
- Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Louka's been looking after me. - [Catherine laughs warmly]
- The war's over.
[chuckles]
The treaty was signed three days ago at Bucharest
and the decree for our army to demobilize
was issued yesterday.
- Paul, have you let the Austrians force you
to make peace?
- Oh, my dear, they didn't.
They didn't consult me.
What could I do?
But of course, we saw to it that the treaty
was an honorable one.
It declares peace,
- Peace!
- But not friendly relations, remember that.
They wanted to put that in
but I insisted on it being struck out.
[chuckles] What more could I do?
- [furious tone] You could have annexed Serbia
and made Prince Alexander Emperor of the Balkans.
That's what I would have done.
- [Petkoff groans]
I don't doubt that in the least, my dear.
But I should have had to subdue
the whole Austrian Empire first
and that would have kept me too long away from you.
I missed you greatly.
- Ah! [laughs warmly]
- [Petkoff chuckles]
And how have you been, my dear?
- Oh, oh, my usual sore throats, that's all.
- Oh, now that comes from washing your neck every day.
I've often told you that.
- Nonsense, Paul!
- No, no I...
- Brenda: Friends, as you can hear,
Jim Ridge is having a little bit of an issue
with his Internet.
Let's just hold for one minute and see if we can get him back.
- Jacki, we're going to see
if we can switch computers with him.
Stand by.
He's going to go to Colleen's room.
? ?
- Brenda: Thanks so much for your patience, everyone.
This is live Zoom theater so,
just one more moment please.
Jim, Sarah, I would love it if we could pick it up
from talking about washing your neck.
So let's take it from "And how have you been my dear?
- And how have you been, my dear?
- Oh, my usual sore throats, that's all.
- Well, that comes from washing your neck every day.
I've often told you so.
- Nonsense, Paul!
- No, I don't believe in going too far with
these modern customs.
All this washing can't be good for the health.
It's not natural.
There was an Englishman at Phillipopolis
who used to wet himself all over with cold water
every morning when he got up.
Disgusting!
It all comes from the English.
The climate makes them so dirty
they have to be perpetually washing themselves.
Look at my father!
Never had a bath in his life
and he lived to be ninety-eight,
the healthiest man in Bulgaria.
I don't mind a good wash once a week
to keep up my position
but once a day
is carrying the thing to a ridiculous extreme.
- You are a barbarian at heart still, Paul.
I hope you behaved yourself
before all those Russian officers.
- Meh, I did my best.
I took care to let them know we have a library.
- Ah, but you didn't tell them
that we have an electric bell in it?
I've had one put up.
- What's an electric bell?
- You touch a button,
something tinkles in the kitchen,
and then Nicola comes up.
- Why not just shout for him?
- Civilized people never shout for their servants.
I've learnt that while you were away.
- Well, I'll tell you something I've learnt, too.
Civilized people don't hang out their washing to dry
where visitors can see it
so you'd better have all that put somewhere else.
- Oh, oh, that's absurd, Paul.
- I don't believe really refined people notice such things.
[demanding knocking on door]
- There's Sergius.
Hollo, Nicola!
- Oh, don't shout, Paul:
It really isn't nice. - Oh, bosh!
Nicola!
- Yes, sir.
- If that is Major Saranoff,
bring him round this way.
- Yes, sir. - Oh...
- You must talk to him, my dear, until Raina takes him
off our hands.
He bores my life out about not promoting him,
over my head, mind you.
- Well, he certainly ought to be promoted
when he marries Raina.
Besides, the country should insist on having at least
one native general.
- Yes, so that he could
throw away whole brigades instead of regiments.
It's no use, my dear.
He has not the slightest chance of promotion
until we're quite sure that the peace will be a lasting one.
- Major Sergius Saranoff!
- Here already, Sergius.
Glad to see you!
- My dear Sergius!
- My dear mother,
if I may call you so.
- Mother-in-law, Sergius, mother-in-law!
Sit down, have some coffee.
- Thank you, none for me!
- You look superb, splendid.
The campaign has improved you.
Everybody here is mad about you.
We were all wild with enthusiasm about
that magnificent cavalry charge.
Madam it was the cradle and the grave
of my military reputation.
- How so?
- I won the battle the wrong way
when our worthy Russian generals
were losing it the right way.
I upset their plans,
and wounded their self-esteem.
Two of their colonels got their regiments driven back
on the correct principles
of scientific warfare.
Two major-generals got killed
strictly according to military etiquette.
Those two colonels are now major-generals
and I am still a simple major.
- You shall not remain so, Sergius.
The women are on your side
and they will see that justice is done you.
- It is too late.
I have only waited for the peace to send
in my resignation.
- Your resignation?!
- Oh, you must withdraw it!
- I never withdraw!
- Now who could have supposed you were going
to do such a thing?
- Everyone that knew me.
But enough of myself and my affairs.
How is Raina and where is Raina?
- Raina is here.
- Oh, pretty, isn't it?
She always appears at just the right moment.
- Yes, she listens for it.
It is an abominable habit.
- Dear father!
Welcome home!
- My little pet girl.
- And so, you're no longer a soldier, Sergius.
- I am no longer a soldier.
Soldiering, my dear madam,
is the coward's art of attacking mercilessly
when you are strong,
and keeping out of harm's way when you are weak.
That is the whole secret
of successful fighting.
Get your enemy at a disadvantage
and never, on any account,
fight him on equal terms.
Eh, Major!
- Well, they wouldn't make it,
they wouldn't let us make a fair stand-up fight of it.
However, I suppose soldiering
has to be a trade like any other trade.
- Precisely but I have no ambition to shine
as a tradesman so I have taken the advice of that bagman
of a captain that settled the exchange of our prisoners
with us at Peerot, and given it up.
- What, that Swiss fellow?
- Sergius I've often thought of that exchange since.
He over-reached us about those horses.
- Of course, he over-reached us.
His father was a hotel and livery stable keeper,
and he owed his first step to his knowledge
of horse-dealing.
Ah, he was a soldier,
every inch a soldier!
If only I had bought the horses for my regiment
instead of foolishly leading it into danger,
I should have been a field-marshal now!
- A Swiss?
What was he doing in the Serbian army?
- A volunteer, of course,
keen on picking up his profession.
[chuckles]
We shouldn't have been able to begin fighting
if these foreigners hadn't shewn us how to do it.
We knew nothing about it
and neither did the Serbians.
[chuckles]
Egad, there'd have been no war without them.
- Are there many Swiss officers
in the Serbian Army?
- No, no, all Austrians,
just as our officers were all Russians.
This was the only Swiss I came across.
I'll never trust a Swiss again.
He humbugged us into giving him fifty able-bodied men
for two hundred worn-out chargers.
They weren't even eatable!
- We were two children in the hands
of that consummate soldier, Major:
simply two innocent little children.
- What was he like?
- Oh, Raina, what a silly question!
- Like a commercial traveller in uniform.
Bourgeois to his boots.
- Oh, Sergius, tell Catherine that queer story
his friend told us about him,
how he escaped after Slivnitza.
You remember?
About his being hid by two women.
- Oh, yes, quite a romance.
He was serving in the very battery
I so unprofessionally charged.
Being a thorough soldier,
he ran away like the rest of them,
with our cavalry at his heels.
To escape their sabres,
he climbed a water pipe and made his way
into the bedroom of a young Bulgarian lady.
The young lady was enchanted
by his persuasive commercial traveller's manners.
She very modestly entertained him for an hour or so
and then called in her mother,
lest her conduct should appear unmaidenly.
- [Sergius and Petkoff cracking up with laughter]
- The old lady was equally fascinated
and the fugitive was sent away in the morning,
disguised in an old coat belonging to the master
of the house,
who was away at the war.
- [Sergius and Petkoff laugh uncontrollably]
- Your life in the camp has made you coarse, Sergius.
I did not think you would have repeated
such a story before me.
- She is right, Sergius.
If such women exist,
we should be spared the knowledge of them.
- Pooh! Nonsense!
What does it matter?
- No, Petkoff, I was wrong.
I beg your pardon.
I have behaved abominably.
Forgive me, Raina.
And you, too, madam.
The glimpses I have had of the seamy side
of life during the last few months have made me cynical,
but I should not have brought that cynicism here,
least of all into your presence, Raina.
- Stuff and nonsense, Sergius.
That's quite enough fuss about nothing.
A soldier's daughter
ought to be able to stand up without flinching
to a little strong conversation.
Now come, it's time for us to get to business.
We've got to make up our minds
how those three regiments are to get back to Phillipopolis.
There's no forage for them on the Sofia route.
Come along.
- Oh, Paul,
can't you spare Sergius for a few moments?
Raina has hardly seen him yet.
Perhaps, I can help you
about the regiments.
- My dear madam, impossible. You wouldn't--
- No, you stay here, my dear Sergius.
There's no hurry.
I have a word or two to say to Paul.
Now, dear, come and see the electric bell.
- Oh, oh,
very well, very well.
[Catherine laughs]
- Am I forgiven?
- Hero! My king.
[laughs]
[lips smack]
- My queen!
[Sergius plants three more kisses on Raina's hand]
- How I have envied you, Sergius!
You have been out in the world,
on the field of battle,
able to prove yourself there worthy
of any woman in the world
whilst I
have had to sit at home inactive, dreaming, useless,
doing nothing that could give me the right
to call myself worthy
of any man.
- Dearest, all my deeds have been yours.
You inspired me.
I have gone through the war like a knight
in a tournament with his lady looking on at him!
- And you have never been absent
from my thoughts for a moment.
- Sergius, I think we two have found the higher love.
When I think of you,
I feel that I could never do a base deed,
or think an ignoble thought.
- My lady, and my saint!
- My lord and my--
- Sh-sh!
Shhhhhhhh...
Let me be the worshipper, dear.
You little know how unworthy even the best man is
of a girl's pure passion!
- I trust you. I love you.
You will never disappoint me, Sergius.
- [loud singing] - Hush!
- [loud singing continues]
I can't pretend to talk indifferently before her.
My heart is too full.
I will go and get my hat
and then we can go out until lunch time.
Wouldn't you like that?
- Be quick.
If you're away five minutes,
it will seem five hours.
Louka, do you know what the higher love is?
- No, sir.
- Very fatiguing thing to keep up
for any length of time, Louka.
One feels the need of some relief after it.
- Perhaps you would like some coffee, sir?
- Thank you, Louka.
- You know I did not mean that.
I'm surprised at you!
- I'm surprised at myself, Louka.
What would Sergius,
the hero of Slivnitza,
say if he saw me now?
What would Sergius,
the apostle of the higher love,
say if he saw me now?
What would the half dozen Sergiuses
who keep popping in and out of this handsome figure of mine
say if they caught us here?
Do you consider my figure handsome, Louka?
- Let me go, sir.
I shall be disgraced.
Oh, will you let me go?
- No.
- Then stand back where we can't be seen.
Have you no common sense?
- Oh, oh, that's reasonable.
[laughs]
- I may have been seen from the windows.
Miss Raina is sure to be spying about after you.
- Take care, Louka.
I may be worthless enough
to betray the higher love but do not you insult it.
- Not for the world, sir, I'm sure.
Can I go back to my work now?
- You are a provoking little witch, Louka.
[laughs]
If you were in love with me,
would you spy out of windows on me?
- Well, you see, sir, since you say
you're half a dozen different gentlemen all at once,
I should have a great deal to look after.
- Witty as well as pretty.
- No, I don't want your kisses.
Oh!
Gentlefolk are all alike,
you making love to me behind Miss Raina's back,
and she doing the same behind yours.
- Louka!
- Well, it shows how much you really don't care!
- If our conversation is to continue, Louka,
you will please remember
that a gentleman does not discuss the conduct
of the lady he is engaged to with her maid.
- It's so hard to know what a gentleman considers right.
Oh, I thought from your trying to kiss me
you'd given up being so particular.
- Devil! Devil!
- Ha! Ha!
I expect one of the six of you
is very like me, sir,
though I am only Miss Raina's maid.
- Which of the six is the real man?
That's the question that torments me.
One of them is a hero, another a buffoon,
another a humbug, another perhaps a bit
of a blackguard.
And one, at least, is a coward,
jealous, like all cowards.
Louka.
- Yes?
- Who is my rival?
- You shall never get that out of me, for love or money.
- WHY?!
- Never mind why.
Besides, you would tell that I told you
and I should lose my place.
- No, on the honor of a...
of a man capable of behaving
as I have been behaving for the last five minutes.
Who is he?
- I don't know.
I never saw him.
I only heard his voice through the door of her room.
- Damnation! How dare you?
- Oh, I mean no harm!
You've no right to take up my words like that.
Her mother knows all about it.
And I tell you
if that gentleman ever comes here again,
Miss Raina will marry him,
whether he likes it or not.
I know the difference between the sort of manner
you and she put on before one another
and the real manner.
- Now you listen to me!
- [Louka cries out] Do not grab me so tight.
You're hurting me!
- That doesn't matter.
You have stained my honor by making me a party
to your eavesdropping.
And you've betrayed your mistress-
- Please! - That shews you are
an abominable little clod of common clay,
with the soul of a servant.
[Louka cries out as she breaks free]
- You know how to hurt with your tongue,
as well as with your hands.
But I don't care.
Now I know that whatever clay I'm made of,
you're made of the same.
And as for her,
she's a liar and her fine airs are a cheat
and I'm worth six of her.
- Louka! Louka!
A gentleman has no right
to hurt a woman under any circumstances.
I beg your pardon.
- That sort of apology may satisfy a lady.
What use is it to a servant?
- Oh, you wish to be paid for the hurt?
- No, I want my hurt made well.
- How?
- Kiss it.
- Never!
- Raina: I'm ready!
Oh, what's the matter?
[laughs]
Have you been flirting with Louka?
- No, no!
How how can you think such a thing?
- Oh, forgive me, dear
it was only a jest.
Ah, I'm so happy today!
- Oh I'm sorry to disturb you, children
but Paul is distracted over those three regiments.
He does not know how to get them to Phillipopolis
and he objects to every suggestion of mine.
Well, you must go and help him, Sergius.
He is in the library.
- But we are just going out for a walk.
- I shall not be long.
Wait for me just five minutes.
- I shall go round and wait in full view
of the library windows.
Be sure you draw father's attention to me.
If you are a moment longer than five minutes,
I shall go in and fetch you,
regiments or no regiments.
- Very well.
- Imagine their meeting that Swiss
and hearing the whole story!
The very first thing your father asked for
was that old coat we sent him off in.
A nice mess you've gotten us into!
- The little beast! - Little beast!
What little beast? - To go and tell!
Oh, if I had him here,
I'd stuff him with chocolate creams
till he could never speak again!
- Don't talk nonsense.
Tell me the truth, Raina.
How long was he in your room before you came to me?
- Oh, I forget.
- You cannot forget!
Did he really climb up after the soldiers were gone,
or was he there when the officer searched the room?
- No.
Yes, I think-- he must have been there then.
- Oh, you think!
Oh, Raina, Raina!
Will anything ever make you straightforward?
Now if Sergius finds out,
it is all over between you.
- Oh, I know Sergius is your pet.
I sometimes wish you could marry him instead of me.
You would suit him.
You would pet him, and spoil him,
and mother him to perfection.
- Well, upon my word!
- I always feel a longing to do or say
something dreadful to him--
to shock his propriety--
to scandalize the five senses out of him!
I don't care whether he finds out
about the chocolate cream soldier or not.
In fact, I half hope he may.
- And what should I be able to say
to your father, pray?
- Oh, poor father!
As if he could help himself!
- Oh, if only you were ten years younger!
Louka, well?
- There's a gentleman just called, madam,
a Serbian officer.
- Serbian! How dare he.
Oh, I forgot.
We are at peace now.
Well, I suppose we shall have them calling every day
to pay their compliments.
Well, if he is an officer why don't you tell your master?
He's in the library with Major Saranoff.
Why do you come to me?
- Oh but he asks for you, madam.
And I don't think he knows who you are.
He said the lady of the house.
He gave me this little ticket for you.
- "Captain Bluntschli!"
That's a German name.
- Swiss, madam, I think.
- SWISS!
What was he like?
- He has a big carpet bag, madam.
- Oh, Heavens,
he's come to return the coat!
Send him away.
Say we're not at home.
Ask him to leave his address
and I'll write to him.
Oh, stop!
That will never do.
Wait!
The master and Major Saranoff are busy in the library,
aren't they? - Yes, madam.
- Well then bring the gentleman out here at once.
And be very polite to him.
Don't delay.
Go, go, go straight back to him.
- Yes, madam.
- LOUKA!
- Yes, madam.
- Is the library door shut?
- I think so, madam.
- Well if not, shut it as you pass through.
- Yes, madam.
- No, stop!
He will have to go out that way.
So tell Nicola to bring his bag here after him.
Don't forget.
- His bag?
- Yes, here, as soon as possible.
Be quick! [claps her hands]
Oh, oh, oh, how can a man be such a fool!
Such a moment to select!
- Captain Bluntschli.
- Captain Bluntschli,
I am very glad to see you
but you must leave this house at once.
My husband has just returned,
with my future son-in-law and they know nothing.
If they did, the consequences would be terrible.
Well, you are a foreigner,
you do not feel our national animosities as we do.
We still hate the Serbians.
The only effect of the peace on my husband
is to make him feel like a lion baulked of his prey.
If he discovered our secret,
he would never forgive me,
and my daughter's life would hardly be safe.
Will you, like the chivalrous gentleman and soldier you are,
leave at once before he finds you here?
- At once, gracious lady.
I only came to thank you
and return the coat you lent me.
If you will allow me to take it out of my bag
and leave it with your servant as I pass out,
I need detain you no further.
- Oh, you must not think of going back that way.
No, this is the shortest way out.
Many thanks.
So glad to have been of service to you.
- My bag? - Good-bye.
- My bag? - Uh...
It will be sent on.
You will leave me your address.
- True, allow me.
- Ah, my dear Captain Bluntschli!
- Oh, Heavens!
- [Petkoff laughs excitedly]
Those stupid people of mine thought I was out here,
instead of in the, library.
I saw you through the window.
I was wondering why you didn't come in.
Saranoff is with me.
You remember him, don't you?
- Welcome, our friend, the enemy!
- No longer the enemy, happily.
I hope you've come as a friend,
and not about horses or prisoners.
- Oh, quite as a friend, Paul.
I was just asking Captain Bluntschli to stay to lunch
but he declares he must go at once.
- Impossible, Bluntschli.
We want you here badly.
We have to send on three cavalry regiments to Phillipopolis,
and we don't in the least know how to do it.
- Phillipopolis!
The forage is the trouble, eh?
- Yes, yes, that's it.
He sees the whole thing at once.
- I think I can shew you how to manage that.
- Invaluable man come along!
- Oh, the chocolate cream soldier!
- My dear Raina,
don't you see that we have a guest here,
Captain Bluntschli,
one of our new Serbian friends?
- How silly of me!
I made a beautiful ornament
this morning for the ice pudding,
and that stupid Nicola has just put down a pile of plates on it
and spoiled it.
I hope you didn't think
that you were the chocolate cream soldier,
Captain Bluntschli?
- [Bluntschli laughs]
I assure you I did.
Your explanation was a relief.
- And since when, pray,
have you taken to cooking?
- Oh, whilst you were away.
It is her latest fancy.
- And has Nicola taken to drinking?
He used to be careful enough.
First he shews Captain Bluntschli out here
when he knew quite well I was in the,
library and then he goes downstairs
and breaks Raina's chocolate soldier.
He must--
Are you mad, Nicola?
- Sir?
- What have you brought that bag for?
- My lady's orders, Captain.
Louka told me that-- - My orders!
Why should I order you
to bring Captain Bluntschli's luggage out here?
What are you thinking, Nicola?
- Well, I beg your pardon, sir, I am sure.
My fault, madam!
I hope you'll overlook it!
- Oh, you'd better go and slam that bag, too,
down on Miss Raina's ice pudding!
Ow, oh!
Begone, you butter-fingered donkey.
- Yes, Major.
- Oh, never mind, Paul, don't be angry!
- Scoundrel he's gotten out of hand while I was away.
I'll teach him.
Infernal blackguard!
The sack next Saturday!
I'll clear out the whole establishment.
- Now, now, now, now now now,
you mustn't be angry he meant no harm.
No, be good to please me, dear.
Just sh-sh-sh-sh!
- Wow, wow, wow not on your first day at home, hmm?
I'll make another ice pudding.
Tch-ch-ch!
- Oh, well, never mind.
[laughs]
Come, Bluntschli,
lets have no more nonsense about you having to go away.
Very well you're not going back to Switzerland yet.
Until you do go back, you'll stay with us.
- Oh, do, Captain Bluntschli.
- Now, Catherine, it's of you that he's afraid.
Press him and he'll stay.
- Of course, I shall be only too delighted
if Captain Bluntschli really wishes to stay.
He knows my wishes.
- I am at madame's orders.
- That settles it!
- Of course!
- You see, you must stay!
- Well, if I must,
I must!
[whippoorwills singing]
[insects chirping]
- Are you sure I can't help you
in any way, Bluntschli?
- Quite sure, Major.
Saranoff and I will manage it.
- Yes, we'll manage it.
He finds out what to do,
draws up the orders, and I sign 'em.
Division of labour, Major.
Another one?
Thank you.
This hand is more accustomed to the sword
than to the pen.
- It's very good of you, Bluntschli, it is indeed,
to let yourself be put on this way.
Now are you sure there's nothing I can do?
- You can stop interrupting, Paul.
- Eh? Oh!
Quite right, quite right, my love.
You haven't been campaigning, Catherine.
You don't know how pleasant it is
for us to sit here, after a good lunch,
with nothing to do but enjoy ourselves.
The only thing, only one thing I want
to make me thoroughly comfortable.
- What's that?
- My old coat.
I'm not at home in this one
I feel as if I were on parade.
- My dear Paul, how absurd you are about
that old coat!
It must be hanging in the blue closet where you left it.
- My dear Catherine,
I tell you, I've looked there.
Am I to believe my own eyes or not?
Now, now, what are you shewing off that bell for?
My dear, if you think the obstinacy
of your sex can make a coat out
of two old dressing gowns
of Raina's, your waterproof,
and my mackintosh, you're mistaken.
That's exactly what the blue closet contains at present.
- Nicola go to the blue closet
and bring your master's old coat here
the braided one he usually wears in the house.
- Yes, madam.
- Catherine.
- Yes, Paul?
- I bet you any piece of jewelry you like to
order from Sofia against a week's housekeeping money,
that the coat isn't there.
- Done, Paul.
- Bluntschli, come, here's an opportunity for some sport.
Who'll bet on it?
- I'll give you six to one.
- It would be robbing you, Major.
Madame is sure to be right.
- Bravo, Switzerland!
Major, I bet my best charger against an Arab mare for Raina
that Nicola finds the coat in the blue closet.
- Your best char-
- Don't be foolish, Paul.
An Arabian mare will cost you 50,000 levas.
- Really, mother, if you're going
to take the jewelry,
I don't see why you should grudge me my Arab.
- Where was it, Nicola?
- Hanging in the blue closet, madam.
- Well, I am damn--
- Paul!
- I could have sworn it wasn't there.
Age is beginning to tell on me.
I'm getting hallucinations.
Well here, help me to change, Nicola.
Excuse me, Bluntschli.
Remember I didn't take that bet of yours, Sergius.
You'd better give Raina
that Arabian yourself,
since you've roused her expectations.
Eh, Raina? Raina?
She's dreaming, as usual.
- Assuredly she shall not be the loser.
- So much the better for her.
I shan't come off so cheap, I expect.
Now I'm home at last.
- That's the last order.
- What! Finished?
- Finished.
- Haven't you anything for me to sign?
- Not necessary.
His signature will do.
- Well, I think we've done a thundering good day's work.
Can I do anything more?
- Yes, you had better both see the fellows that are
to take these.
Saranoff, pack them off at once
and shew them that I've marked on the
orders the time they should hand them in by.
Tell them that if they stop to drink
or tell stories,
if they're five minutes late,
they'll have the skin taken off their backs.
- I'll say so.
And if one of them is man enough to spit
in my face for insulting him,
I'll buy his discharge and give him a pension.
- Just see that he talks
to them properly, Major, will you?
- Quite right, Bluntschli, quite right.
I'll see to it.
By the bye, Catherine,
you may as well come, too.
They'll be far more frightened of you than of me.
- Well, I daresay I had better.
You will only splutter at them.
- What a country!
They make cannons out
of cherry trees and the officers send for their wives
to keep discipline!
- You look ever so much nicer than when we last met.
What have you done to yourself?
- Washed, brushed, good night's sleep, and breakfast.
That's all.
- Did you get back safely that morning?
- Quite, thanks.
- Were they angry with you for running away
from Sergius's charge?
- No, they were glad
because they'd all just run away themselves.
- It must have made a lovely story for them,
all that about me and my
room. - Capital story.
But I only told it to one of them,
a particular friend.
- On whose discretion you could absolutely rely?
- Absolutely.
- Hmm! He told it all to my father
and Sergius the day you exchanged the prisoners.
- No! You don't mean that, do you?
- I do indeed.
But they don't know that it was in this house that you hid.
If Sergius knew,
he would challenge you and kill you in a duel.
- Bless me! Then don't tell him.
- Can you realize what it is to me
to deceive him?
I want to be quite perfect with Sergius,
no meanness, no smallness, no deceit.
My relation to him is the one really beautiful
and noble part of my life.
I hope you can understand that.
- You mean that you wouldn't like him
to find out that the story about the ice pudding
was a lie, [stammering], you know.
- Don't talk of it in that flippant way.
I lied, I know it.
But I did it to save your life.
He would have killed you.
That was the second time I ever uttered a falsehood.
Do you remember the first?
- I?!
No, was I present?
- Yes, and I told the officer who was searching for you
that you were not present.
- True, I should have remembered it.
- It is natural that you should forget it first.
It cost you nothing, it cost me a lie!
A lie!
- My dear young lady, don't let this worry you.
Remember, I'm a soldier.
Now, what are the two things that happen to a soldier
so often that he comes to think nothing of them?
The first one is hearing people tell lies
and the second is getting his life saved
in all sorts of ways by all sorts of people.
- And so he becomes a creature incapable
of faith and of gratitude.
- Do you like gratitude?
I don't.
If pity is akin to love,
then gratitude is akin to the other thing.
- Gratitude!
If you are incapable of gratitude
you are incapable of any noble sentiment.
Even animals are grateful.
Oh, I see now exactly what you think of me!
You were not surprised to hear me lie.
To you it was something I probably did every day,
every hour.
That is how men think of women.
- There's reason in everything.
You said you'd told only two lies in your whole life.
Now dear young lady,
don't you think that's rather a short allowance?
I'm quite a straightforward man myself
but that wouldn't last me all morning.
- Do you know, sir, that you are insulting me?
- I can't help it.
When you get into that noble attitude
and speak in that thrilling voice,
I admire you.
But I find it impossible to believe a single word you say.
- Captain Bluntschli!
- Hmm?
- Do you mean what you said just now?
Do you know what you said just now?
- I do.
- I! I!
How did you find me out?
- Instinct, dear young lady.
Instinct, and experience of the world.
- Do you know you are the first man I ever met
who did not take me seriously?
- You mean, don't you,
that I am the first man
that has ever taken you quite seriously?
- Yes, I suppose I do mean that.
How strange it is to be talked to in such a way!
I've always gone on like that,
I mean the noble attitude
and the thrilling voice.
I did it when I was a tiny child to my nurse.
She believed in it.
I do it before my parents.
They believe in it.
I do it before Sergius.
He believes in it.
- Yes, he's a little in that line himself, isn't he?
- Do you think so?
- Well, you know him better than I do.
- I wonder,
I wonder is he?
If I thought that!
[laughs] Well, what does it matter?
I suppose, now that you've found me out,
you despise me.
- No, no, no, my dear young lady, no, no,
no a thousand times.
It's but of your youth,
and part of your charm.
I'm like all the rest of them,
your parents, your nurses, Sergius.
I'm your infatuated admirer.
- Really?
- Hand aufs Herz! (Hand on Heart!)
Really and truly.
- But what did you think of me for giving you my portrait?
- Your portrait!
You never gave me your portrait.
- Do you mean to say you never got it?
- No.
When did you send it to me?
- I did not send it to you.
It was in the pocket of that coat.
- [Bluntschli laughs]
I never found it.
It must be there still.
- There still!
For my father to find the first time he puts his hand
in his pocket!
Oh, how could you be so stupid?
- It doesn't matter.
It's only a photograph.
How can he tell who it was intended for?
Tell him he put it there himself.
- Oh yes, that is so clever, so clever!
What shall I do?
- Ah, I see... you wrote something on it?
That was rash!
- Oh, to have done such a thing for you,
who care no more, except to laugh at me!
Are you sure nobody has touched it?
- Well, I can't be quite sure.
You see I couldn't carry it around with me all the time.
One can't take too much luggage
on active service.
- What did you do with it?
- When I got through to Peerot
I had to put it in safe keeping somehow.
I thought of the railway cloak room
but that's the surest place in modern warfare
to get looted.
So, I pawned it.
- Pawned it!
- I know it doesn't sound nice but it was much the safest plan.
I redeemed it the day before yesterday.
Heaven only knows
whether the pawnbroker cleared out the pockets or not.
- Oh, you have a low, shopkeeping mind.
You think of things that would never come
into a gentleman's head.
- That's the Swiss national character, dear lady.
- Oh, I wish I had never met you.
- Sir, for you.
The messenger is waiting.
- [Bluntschli laughs uncomfortably]
Will you excuse me?
The last postal delivery that reached me
was three weeks ago.
These are the subsequent accumulations.
Four telegrams, a week old.
Oh! Bad news!
- Bad news?
- My father's dead.
- Oh, how very sad!
- Yes, I shall have to start for home in an hour.
He has left a lot of big hotels behind him
to be looked after.
Oh, God.
Here's a whacking letter from the family solicitor.
Heavens!
What?
Seventy!
Two hundred!
Four hundred!
Four thousand!
Nine thousand six hundred!
What am I to do
with them all?
- Nine thousand hotels?
- Hotels!
No, nonsense.
If you only knew!
Oh, it's too ridiculous!
Will you excuse me?
I must give my fellow orders about starting back.
- He has not much heart, that Swiss.
He has not a word of grief for his poor father.
- Grief!
A man who has been doing nothing
but killing people for years!
What does he care?
What does any soldier care?
- Major Saranoff has been fighting, too,
and [laughs] he has plenty of heart left.
- [Raina makes a disgusted sound]
- Ahh! [laughs sharply]
I thought you wouldn't get much feeling
out of your soldier.
- I've been trying all the afternoon
to get a minute alone with you, my girl.
Why, what fashion is that of wearing your sleeve?
- My own.
- Indeed! If the mistress catches you,
she'll talk to you.
- Is that any reason why you should
take it on yourself to talk to me?
- Come, don't be so contrary with me.
I've some good news for you.
See, a twenty leva bill!
Huh?
Sergius gave me that out of pure swagger.
A fool and his money are soon parted.
There's ten levas more.
The Swiss gave me that
for backing up
the mistress's and Raina's lies about him.
He's no fool, he isn't.
You should have heard old Catherine downstairs
as polite as you please to me,
telling me no,
not to mind the Major being a little impatient
for they knew what a good servant I was,
after making a fool and a liar out of me
before them all!
The twenty will go to our savings
and you shall have the ten to spend
if only you'll just talk to me
so as to remind me I'm a human being.
I get tired of being a servant occasionally.
- Yes, sell your manhood for thirty levas,
and buy me for ten!
Keep your money!
You were born to be a servant.
I was not.
When you open up your shop,
you will only be everybody's servant
instead of somebody's servant.
- Oh, wait till you see.
We shall have our evenings to ourselves
and I shall be master in my own house,
I promise you.
- You shall never be master in mine.
- You have a great ambition in you, Louka.
Remember, if any luck comes to you,
it was I that made a woman of you.
- [Louka laughs bitterly] You!
- Yes, me.
Who was it made you give up wearing
a couple of pounds of false black hair on your head
and reddening your lips and cheeks
like any other Bulgarian girl?
I did.
Who taught you to trim your nails,
and keep your hands clean, and be dainty about yourself,
like a fine Russian lady?
Me!
Do you hear me? ME!
I've often thought that if Raina were out of the way,
and you just a little less of a fool
and Sergius just a little more of one,
you might come to be one of my grandest customers,
instead of only being my wife
and costing me money.
- I believe you would rather be my servant
than my husband.
You would make more out of me.
Oh, I know that soul of yours.
- Never mind my soul but just listen to my advice.
If you want to be a lady,
your present behaviour to me won't do at all,
unless when we're alone.
It's too sharp and impudent
and impudence is a sort of familiarity.
It shews affection for me.
And don't try being high and mighty
with me either.
You're like all country girls.
You think it's genteel to treat a servant
the way I treat a stable-boy.
That's your own ignorance and don't you forget it.
And don't be so ready
to defy everybody.
Act as if you expected
to have your own way,
not as if you expected to be ordered about.
The way to get on as a lady
is the same as the way to get on as a servant.
You've got to know your place.
That's the secret.
And you may depend on me
to know my place if you get promoted.
Think it over, my girl.
I'll stand by you.
One servant should always stand by another.
- Oh, I have to behave in my own way.
You take all the courage out of me
with your cold-blooded wisdom.
Go and put some logs on the fire.
That's something you understand.
- I am not in the way of your work,
I hope.
- Oh, no, sir, thank you kindly.
I was only speaking to this foolish girl
about her habit of running up here to the library
whenever she gets a chance,
to look at the books. [laughs]
It's the worst of her education, sir,
it gives her habits above her station.
Make that table tidy, Louka, for the Major.
- Let me see.
Is there a mark there?
[inhales breath sharply]
Does it hurt? - Yes.
- Shall I cure it?
- No, you cannot cure it now.
- Quite sure?
- Oh, please don't trifle with me.
An officer should not trifle with a servant.
- That was no trifle, Louka.
- No?!
Are you sorry?
- I'm never sorry.
- I wish I could believe a man could be
so unlike a woman as that.
I wonder,
are you really a brave man?
- Yes, I am a brave man.
My heart jumped like a woman's at the first shot
but in the charge I found that I was brave.
Yes, that, at least, is real about me.
- Will you find in the charge that the men
whose fathers are poor like mine were any less brave
than the men who are rich like you?
- Not a bit.
They all slashed and cursed
and yelled like heroes.
The courage to rage and kill is cheap.
I have an English bull terrier who has as much
of that sort of courage
as the whole Bulgarian nation,
and the Russian nation at its back.
But he lets my groom thrash him, all the same.
That's your soldier all over!
No, Louka, your poor men can cut throats
but they are afraid of their officers.
They put up with insults and blows.
They stand by and see one another punished like children--
aye, and help to do it when they're ordered.
And the officers!
Well, [scoffs]
I am an officer.
Oh, give me the man who will defy
to the death any power on earth or in heaven
that sets itself up against his own will
and conscience
He alone is the brave man.
- How easy it is to talk!
Men never seem to me
to grow up
They all have schoolboy's ideas.
You don't know what courage is.
- Indeed! I am willing to be instructed.
- Look at me!
How much am I allowed
to have my own will?
I have to make your room ready for you,
to sweep and dust,
to fetch and carry.
How could that degrade me if it did not degrade you
to have it done for you?
But if I were Empress of Russia,
above everyone in the world, then, oh, then,
though according to you I could shew no courage at all
you should see, you should see.
- What would you do, most noble Empress?
- I would marry the man I loved,
which no other queen in Europe has the courage to do.
If I loved you,
though you would be as far beneath me
as I am beneath you,
I would dare to be the equal of my inferior.
Would you dare as much if you loved me?
No,
if you felt the beginning
of love for me you would not let it grow.
You would not dare
you would marry a rich man's daughter
because you would be afraid
of what other people would say of you.
- You lie!
It is not so, by all the stars!
If I loved you,
and I were the Czar himself,
I would set you on the throne by my side.
You know that I love another woman,
a woman as high above you as heaven is above earth.
And you're jealous of her.
- Ahhhh! I have no reason to be.
She will never marry you now.
The man I told you of has come back.
She will marry the Swiss.
- The Swiss!
- A man worth ten of you.
Then you can come to me and I will refuse you.
You are not good enough for me.
- I will kill the Swiss
and afterwards, I will do as I please with you.
- The Swiss will kill you, perhaps.
He has beaten you in love.
He might beat you in war.
- Do you think that I believe that she, that she, that SHE!
Whose worst thoughts are higher than your best ones,
is capable of trifling
with another man behind my back?
- Do you think she would believe the Swiss
if he told her now that I had been in your arms?
- Damnation, damnation!
Mockery, mockery everywhere!
Everything I think is mocked
by everything I do.
Coward, liar, fool!
Shall I kill myself like a man, or,
or live and pretend to laugh at myself?
Louka! Louka! Louka!
Remember: you belong to me.
- What does that mean- an insult?
- It means that you love me,
and that I have had you here in my arms,
and will perhaps have you there again.
Whether that is an insult, I neither know nor care:
take it as you please.
But I will not be a coward
and a trifler.
If I choose to love you,
I dare marry you,
in spite of all Bulgaria.
If these hands ever touch you again,
they shall touch my affianced bride.
- We'll see if you dare keep your word.
But take care.
I won't wait long.
- Yes, we shall see.
And you shall wait my pleasure.
- Captain Bluntschli.
- Eh?
- You have deceived me.
You are my rival.
I brook no rivals.
At six o'clock, I shall be
in the drilling-ground on the Klissoura road,
alone, on horseback, with my sabre.
Do you understand?
- Oh, thank you.
That's a cavalry man's proposal.
But I'm in the artillery and I have the choice of weapons.
If I go, I shall take a machine gun.
And there shall be no mistake
about the cartridges this time.
- Take care, sir.
It is not our custom in Bulgaria to allow invitations
of that kind to be trifled.
- Pooh! Don't talk to me about Bulgaria.
You don't know what fighting is.
But have it your own way.
Bring your sabre along.
I'll meet you.
- Well said, Switzer.
Shall I lend you my best horse?
- No, damn your horse!
But thank you all the same, dear fellow.
I shall fight you on foot.
Horseback's too dangerous
I don't want to kill you if I can help it.
- I have heard what Captain Bluntschli said, Sergius.
You're going to fight?
Why?
What about?
- I don't know, he hasn't told me.
But you better not interfere,
dear young lady.
No harm would be done
I've often acted as sword instructor.
He won't be able to touch me and I'll not hurt him.
It will save explanations.
In the morning I shall be
off home and you will never see me or hear from me again.
- I never said I wanted to see you again.
- HA!!!
That is a confession.
- What do you mean?
- You love that man!
- Sergius!
- You allow him to make love to you behind my back,
just as you treat me
as your affianced husband behind his.
- Bluntschli you knew our relations and you deceived me.
It is for that that I call you to account,
not for having received favours
that I never enjoyed.
- Stuff! Rubbish!
I have received no favours.
Why, the young lady doesn't even know
whether I'm married or not.
- Oh! Are you?
- You see the young lady's concern, Captain Bluntschli.
Denial is useless.
You have enjoyed the privilege of being received
in her own room, late at night--
- Yes, you blockhead!
She received me with a pistol at her head.
Your cavalry were at my heel.
I'd have blown out her brains if she'd uttered a word.
- Bluntschli! Raina, is this true?
- Oh, how dare you!
How dare you?
- Apologize, man, apologize!
- I never apologize.
- This is the doing of that friend of yours,
Captain Bluntschli.
It is he who is spreading this horrible story about me.
- No he's dead, burnt alive.
- Burnt alive!
- Shot in the hip in a wood yard.
Couldn't drag himself out.
Your fellows' shells set the timber on fire
and burnt him, with half a dozen other poor devils
in the same predicament.
- How horrible!
- And how ridiculous!
Oh, war! War!
The dream of patriots and heroes!
A fraud, Bluntschli, a hollow sham,
like love.
- [Blunt- Like love! angrily]
You say that before me.
- Come, Saranoff that matter is explained.
- A hollow sham, I say.
Would you have come back here if nothing
had passed between you,
except at the muzzle of your pistol?
Raina is mistaken about our friend who was burnt.
He was not my informant.
- Who then?
Louka!
My maid, my servant!
You were with her this morning
all that time after, after.
[laughs bitterly]
Oh, what sort of god is this I have been worshipping!
Do you.
Do you know that I looked out of the window
as I went upstairs,
to have another sight of my hero
and I saw something that I did not understand then.
I know now that you were making love to her.
- You saw that?
- Only too well.
- Raina, our romance is shattered.
Life's a farce.
- You see, he's found himself out now.
- Bluntschli, I have allowed you to call me a blockhead.
You may now call me a coward as well.
I refuse to fight you.
Do you know why?
- No but it doesn't matter.
I don't ask the reason when you cry on
and I don't ask the reason now that you cry off.
I'm a professional soldier.
I fight when I have to,
and am very glad to get out of it when I haven't to.
You're merely an amateur;
you think fighting's an amusement.
- You shall hear the reason all the same, my professional.
The reason is that it takes two men,
real men, men of heart, blood and honor
to make a genuine combat.
I could no more fight with you
than I could make love to an ugly woman.
You've no magnetism.
You're not a man, you're a machine.
- Quite true, quite true.
I always was that sort of chap.
I'm very sorry.
But now that you've found that life isn't a farce,
but something quite sensible and serious,
what further obstacle is there to your happiness?
- You are very solicitous about my happiness and his.
Do you forget his new love, Louka?
No, it is not you that he must fight now,
but his rival, Nicola.
- Ah... - Rival!
[slaps forehead]
- Don't that they are engaged?
- Nicola!
Are fresh abysses opening!
Nicola!
- A shocking sacrifice, isn't it?
Such beauty, such intellect, such modesty,
wasted on a middle-aged servant man!
Really, Sergius, you cannot stand by
and allow such a thing.
No, it would be unworthy of your chivalry.
- Viper! Viper!
- Look here, Saranoff, you're getting the worst of this.
- Do you realize what he has done, Captain Bluntschli?
He has set this girl as a spy on us
and her reward is that he makes love to her.
- False! Monstrous!
- Monstrous!
Do you deny that she told you
about Captain Bluntschli being in my room?
- No, but--
- Do you deny that you were making love to her
when she told you?
- No, but I tell you--
- It is unnecessary to tell us anything more.
That is quite enough for us.
- I told you you were getting the worst of it, Saranoff.
- Tiger cat!!
- [Raina gasps]
Do you hear what this man is calling me,
Captain Bluntschli?
- What else can he do, dear lady?
He must defend himself somehow.
Now come come come come, don't quarrel.
What good does it do?
- Engaged to Nicola!
Ha! Ha!
Well, Bluntschli,
you are right to take this huge imposture of a world
coolly.
- I daresay, Captain Bluntschli, you think us a couple
of grown up babies, don't you?
- He does, he does.
Swiss civilization nurse-tending Bulgarian barbarism, eh?
- Not at all, I assure you.
I'm only very glad to get you two quieted.
Now there now, let's be pleasant and talk it over
in a friendly way.
Where is this other young lady?
- Listening at the door, probably.
- I will prove that that, at least, is a calumny.
Nooooooooo!
Judge her, Bluntschli,
you, the moderate, cautious man
judge the eavesdropper.
- I mustn't judge her.
I once listened myself at a tent
where there was a mutiny brewing.
It's all a question of the degree of provocation.
My life was at stake.
- My love was at stake.
I'm not ashamed.
- Your love!
Your curiosity, you mean.
- My love, stronger than anything you can feel,
even for your chocolate cream soldier.
- What does that mean? - It means-
- Oh, I remember, the ice pudding.
A paltry taunt, girl.
- [Petkoff groans]
Excuse my shirtsleeves, gentlemen.
Raina, somebody has been wearing that coat of mine.
I'll swear it.
It, it's all burst open at the back.
Your mother is mending it.
I wish she'd make haste.
I shall catch cold.
Is anything the matter?
- No. - Oh, no!
- Oh, nothing, nothing.
- That's all right.
Anything the matter, Louka?
- No, sir. [Louka laughs nervously]
- That's all right.
Go and ask your mistress for my coat,
like a good girl, will you, please?
Ahhh, Nicola.
- Oh, here it is, papa.
Give it to me, Nicola,
and do you put some more wood on the fire.
- Aha! Going to be very good to your poor old papa
for just one day after his return from the wars, eh?
- How can you say that to me, father?
- Well, well, it's just a joke, a little one.
Come, give me the coat.
- Now, I'm going to put it on for you.
Turn your back.
There, dear!
Are you comfortable?
- Quite, my little love.
Thanks.
Oh, by the bye,
I've found something funny.
What's the meaning of this pict--?
Eh?
Oh, hallo!
Well, I could have sworn.
I wonder.
Where can it, your mother's taken it.
- Taken what?
- Your photograph, with the inscription
"Raina,
to her Chocolate Cream Soldier, a souvenir."
Hmm...
Now, you know, there's something more in this
than meets the eye and I'm going to find it out.
Nicola!
- Sir!
- Did you spoil any pastry of Miss Raina's this morning?
- You heard Miss Raina say that I did, sir.
- I know that, you idiot.
Was it true?
- I am sure Miss Raina is incapable of saying anything
that is not true, sir.
- Are you?
Well, I'm not.
Come,
do you think I don't see it all?
- Sergius you're the chocolate cream soldier, aren't you?
[chortling]
- I! A chocolate cream soldier!
Certainly not.
- Not!
Do you mean to tell me
that Raina sends photographic souvenirs to other men?
- The world is not such an innocent place
as we used to think, Petkoff.
- It's all right, Major.
I'm the chocolate cream soldier.
The gracious young lady saved my life
by giving me chocolate creams when I was starving--
Shall I ever forget their flavour!
My late friend Stolz told you the story at Peerot.
I was the fugitive.
- You?!
Sergius, do you remember how those two women
went on this morning when we mentioned it?
Well, you're a nice young woman, aren't you?
- Major Saranoff has changed his mind.
And when I wrote that on the photograph,
I did not know that Captain Bluntschli was married.
- Married?
No, I'm not married.
- You said you were. - I did not.
I positively did not.
I was never married in my life.
- Raina, will you kindly inform me,
if I am not asking too much,
which gentleman you are engaged to?
- To neither of them.
This young lady is the object
of Major Saranoff's affections at present.
- Louka!
Are you mad, Sergius?
Why, this girl's engaged to Nicola.
- I beg your pardon, sir.
There is a mistake.
Louka is not engaged to me.
- Not engaged to you, you scoundrel!
Why, you had twenty-five levas from me on the day
of your betrothal and she had that gilt bracelet
from Miss Raina.
- We gave it out so, sir.
But it was only to give Louka protection.
She had a soul above her station and I have been no more
than her confidential servant.
I intend, as you know sir, to set up a shop later on in Sofia
and I look forward to her custom
and recommendation should she marry into the nobility.
- Well, I'm, huh!
- This is either the finest heroism
or the most crawling baseness.
Which is it, Bluntschli?
- Never mind whether it's heroism or baseness.
Nicola's the ablest man I've met in Bulgaria.
I'll make him the manager of a hotel
if he can speak French and German.
- I have been insulted by everyone here.
You set them the example, Sergius.
You owe me an apology.
- It's no use.
He never apologizes.
- Not to you, his equal and his enemy.
To me, his poor servant,
he will not refuse to apologize.
- You're right.
Forgive me!
- I forgive you.
That touch makes me your affianced wife.
- AHH, I forgot that!
- You can withdraw if you like.
- Withdraw! Never!
You belong to me!
- [stammering] What does this mean?
- Well, my dear, it appears
that Sergius is going to marry Louka instead of Raina.
Don't blame me.
I've nothing to do with it.
- Marry Louka!
Sergius, you are bound by your word to us!
- Nothing binds me.
- Saranoff your hand.
My congratulations.
These heroics of yours have their practical side after all.
Gracious young Louka, the best wishes of a good Republican!
- Louka, you have been telling stories.
- I have done Raina no harm.
- Raina!
- I have a right to call her Raina;
She calls me Louka.
I told Major Saranoff she would never marry him
if the Swiss gentleman came back.
- Hallo!
- Raina, I thought you were fonder of him than of Sergius.
You know best whether I was right.
- What nonsense!
I assure you, my dear Major, my dear Madame,
the gracious young lady
simply saved my life, nothing else.
She never cared two straws for me.
Why, bless my heart and soul,
but look at the young lady
and look at me.
She's rich, young, beautiful,
with her imagination full of fairy princes and noble natures
and cavalry charges and goodness knows what else!
And I, I, a common-place Swiss soldier
who hardly knows what a decent life is
after fifteen years of barracks and battles,
a vagabond, a man who has spoiled all his chances in life
through an incurably romantic disposition,
a man who--
- Excuse me, Bluntschli what did you say had spoiled
your chances in life?
- An incurably romantic disposition.
I ran away from home twice when I was a boy.
I went into the army instead of into my father's business.
I climbed the balcony of this house
when a man of sense would have dived into the nearest cellar.
I came sneaking back here
to have another look at the young lady
when any other man
of my age would have sent the coat back-
- My coat!
- Yes, that's the coat I mean,
would have sent the coat back
and gone quietly home.
Do you suppose I am the sort of fellow
a young lady falls in love with?
Why, I'm-- look at our ages!
I'm thirty-four.
I don't suppose the young lady is much older than seventeen.
All that adventure which was life and death to me,
was nothing more to her than a schoolgirl's game.
Chocolate creams and hide and seek.
Here, look, here's the proof!
Now, I ask you,
would a woman who took the affair seriously
have sent me this photograph
and signed it "From Raina,
to her chocolate cream soldier, a souvenir"?
- That's what I was looking for.
How the deuce did it get there?
- I have put everything right,
I hope, gracious young lady!
- I quite agree with your account of yourself.
You are a romantic idiot.
Next time, I hope you will know the difference
between a schoolgirl of seventeen
and a woman of twenty-three.
- Twenty-three!
- Bluntschli, my one last belief is gone.
Your sagacity is a fraud, like all other things.
You have less sense than even I have.
- Twenty-thr..
Oh, twenty-three!
Well, in that case, Major Petkoff,
I beg to propose formally
to become a suitor for your daughter's hand,
in place of Major Saranoff retired.
- You dare!
- If you were twenty-three when you said
those things to me this afternoon,
I shall take them seriously.
- I doubt, sir, whether you quite realize
either my daughter's position
or that of Major Sergius Saranoff,
whose place you propose to take.
The Petkoffs and the Saranoffs are known as the richest
and most important families
in the country.
Our position is almost historical.
We can go back for nearly twenty years.
- Oh, never mind that, Catherine.
We should be most happy, Bluntschli,
if it were only a question
of your position but hang it,
Raina is accustomed to a very comfortable establishment.
Sergius has twenty horses.
- But what on earth is the use of twenty horses?
Why, it's a circus.
- My daughter, sir, is accustomed
to a first-rate stable.
- Hush, mother, you're making me ridiculous.
- Well, in that case then,
if it is question of establishment, here it goes!
How many horses did you say?
- Twenty, noble Switzer!
- I have two hundred horses.
How many carriages?
- Three.
- I have seventy.
Twenty-four of them will hold twelve inside,
besides two on the box,
without counting the driver and conductor.
How many tablecloths have you?
- How the deuce do I know?
- Have you four thousand?
- No. - I have.
I have nine thousand six hundred pairs of sheets and blankets,
with two thousand four hundred eider-down quilts.
I have ten thousand knives and forks,
and the same quantity of dessert spoons.
I have six hundred servants.
I have six palatial establishments,
besides two livery stables,
a tea garden and a private house.
I have four medals for distinguished services
I have the rank of an officer
and the standing of a gentleman
and I have three native languages.
Now tell me, what gentleman in Bulgaria can offer as much.
- Are you the Emperor of Switzerland?
- My rank is the highest known in Switzerland
I'm a free citizen.
- Then Captain Bluntschli,
since you are my daughter's choice,
I shall not stand in the way of her happiness.
That is Major Petkoff's feeling also.
- Oh, I shall be only too glad.
Two hundred horses!
Whew!
- What says the lady?
- The lady says that he can keep his tablecloths
and his omnibuses.
I am not here to be sold to the highest bidder.
- I won't take that answer.
I appealed to you as a fugitive,
a beggar, and a starving man.
You accepted me.
You gave me your hand to kiss,
your bed to sleep in,
and your roof to shelter me
- But I did not give them to the Emperor of Switzerland!
- That's just what I say.
Now tell me, who did you give them to.
- To my chocolate cream soldier!
- That'll do, thank you.
Time's up, Major.
You've managed those regiments so well that you are sure
to be asked to get rid of some of the Teemok division.
Send them home by way of Lom Palanka.
- Saranoff, don't get married until I come back.
I shall be here punctually at five in the evening
on Tuesday fortnight.
Gracious ladies,
good evening.
- What a man!
What a man!
[upbeat music, Raina laughs mildly to herself]
[applauding]
- Well done!
- Well done, everyone! - Man: Yay!
- Well done!
- Jim Ridge, good job.
- Man: Jim Ridge, Jim Ridge, Jim Ridge!
- Cast: Jim Ridge, Jim Ridge, yes!
- Get back on that horse, brother Ridge.
[laughter]
- I'll tell you, Brian Mani, ready to go,
but you got to know he was scared, right?
Got to know he was scared...
- It wouldn't be an APT season without it.
It wouldn't be an APT season without it.
- I know, we always put it an understudy on
at some point in the season.
I want to invite Bill Brown onto our panel.
Bill Brown, the director.
Bill! - [applause]
- Brenda: Well done, Bill! - Bill: Hey, hey!
[laughter and applause] Fabulous!
I see Steve Hinger.
- Bill: Yes, you do.
- Yes, yes.
- I'm looking in the background.
- Yep, yep yep.
- Brenda: Bill, I want to ask you a question.
- All right.
- Before we get questions from the audience, when we talked
about doing this, we also talked about doing some other
one-acts and I was wondering what tipped you over
into doing this piece with us?
- Bill: This--
- Well, for one, it's terrific,
but I think this-- I adore this.
And I did it about... golly, I don't know.
Ten-- a bunch of years ago
And you sent me a reading.
You sent me--
Everyone in this cast, more or less,
Jim replacing-- Jim DeVita--
reading it and I thought,
I've done a lot
of first readings of Shaw plays,
and they're usually deadly. - [Brenda laughs]
- I mean, you read them at a first reading?
You go, why are we doing this play?
And it wasn't like that at all.
I mean, this group of actors,
and I think this can be said
about all the actors that work at APT,
are dedicated to language and character,
and
story and truth.
So, I mean, those are like four things
that really work nicely with Shaw.
- Brenda: Yeah, I mean, a lot of times,
I didn't like Shaw when it came to APT.
And I sat down and watched really good actors do it.
And then, I was like, Oh, wait,
it's not just a talking head, right?
It's not just a political standpoint.
This one has a lot more love in it
than most of his plays do.
- Yeah.
- What do you guys think about it?
Did you guys enjoy working on it?
- Marcus: Oh, man, so much fun.
So much fun this week.
It was it was so much--
too much fun at times.
[laughter] - Good fun!
- Nate: Melisa and I were talking about how this
is the most we've ever gotten to talk
to each other on the stage is over Zoom.
- [laughter] - Melisa: I would say--
I would say, "And off."
- Yeah!
[laughing]
- Kelsey: That's not true.
- Brenda: Oh, my goodness.
No, I've got a couple texts from friends who are watching
and they're like, these two are so good together.
Oh, you're so good.
Go back and watch "As You..." last week.
They played Orlando and Rosalind last week, too.
- Yeah.
- Anyone have anything they want to share
before we go to questions?
Anything?
Sarah Day, were you in this play
when we did it before?
- Sarah: I was, I was, and Jim Ridge was Bluntschli, right?
- [Brenda speaks dramatically] Jim Ridge was Bluntschli!
- Jim: Took over for a few performances, yeah.
- Brenda: I remember.
Someone was playing that and then left.
I can't remember--
I can't remember.
Excuse me? - Jim: John Thompson.
- Brenda: Oh, right, John Thompson.
Right, exactly.
Did you-- And so, it's so interesting to see a play
from two different, two different roles, right?
- Jim: Oh, my gosh, yeah, yeah.
It was a blast.
I did eight performances and it rained every single time.
- Brenda: Oh, that-- that's terrible.
I said, if we don't have mosquitoes
and rain at eight o'clock on the dot every night this year
I'm gonna be really angry. - [laughter]
- Sarah: That Internet thing happened.
- What?
- So, that's why that Internet thing happened
was because it needed you to feel the rain hold.
- Brenda: Right, we're all still checking our rain.
It's crazy.
- David: We are missing the cicadas this year.
- I was gonna say. - A big cicada year.
- Brenda: That's right, this is the year that they hatch.
- Nate: It's the 17 year? - Yeah.
- Oh, good! Awesome!
[laughter] - Thank you!
- Brenda: Hey, Carey Cannon,
do you have any questions from anyone?
- Carey: Hi, friends.
Yeah, we do have some questions from the audience.
Beautiful job, friends.
Some of them are technical.
And I'd love to ask this as well
because we're learning Zoom and Bill came in.
And we have from Natalie,
"I love the start of the play,
"with the black curtains and lights out.
Super awesome effects!"
I think so too.
Bill, can you?
Or Brenda, did you want to field that to the group
about what how those decisions were made
and what you all did to make that feel like nighttime?
- Brenda: I just-- all I know
is that Bill watched a few of our readings,
he watched the other two.
And then he was saying
we were improving every time we did it.
And so then, he decided to improve upon that, as well,
like, like we do.
Talk about that, Bill.
- Bill: Well, yeah, I saw the first two
and I thought Aaron did a great job.
And then he learned and John learned some things from him.
And I'm thinking, what can I learn?
And I think that first act is just quite perfect.
It's so contained.
And there's no... and,
but you really need to have a small dark space, I think,
to make the suspense and the romance and all that work.
So, we talked about it and, I think I'm--
I mean, I am addicted to movies, the 40s and 50s.
So this suited me down to the ground,
and so, I believe--
and you can help me with this--
But Kelsey was in her bathroom filming it.
Sarah was in a closet.
And Lisa was behind the curtain, weren't you?
- Yeah, I was gonna go in a closet
but then I couldn't do it.
I was getting like, too sweaty.
[laughing]
- And then, David Daniel came in with a flashlight
and lit himself--
- In his basement. - In his basement.
- I will say though,
a lot of the fun was having Bill listen to us
from different parts of our homes.
Sarah had to go out-- almost outside of our house to knock.
[laughter]
At one point it was,
"The knock isn't masculine enough."
[laughing]
We're knocking on everything around us.
- Brenda: Where did the gun shots come from?
- Jacki Singleton.
- Brenda: Well done, Jacki.
[clapping]
- Sound designer! - Sound designer.
- Sound designer Jacki?
- Jacki, well done.
- Yeah.
- Jacki: The gun shot that I downloaded from the Internet
is from 1911.
- Nate: So, it's actually anachronistic.
- Yep!
Brenda: Royalty-free, too.
That's what we're always really happy about, right?
Anyone else have anything to say
about the technical questions?
- Carey: We do have technical questions
about the technical aspects, Bren.
- Brenda: Please!
- Carey: Triney and Mhari are here.
- Brenda: Triney and Mhari! [applause]
- Carey: They want to know how you guys are lit.
How are you all lit?
- Brenda: Ring light! - Yep.
- Ring light. - Yep!
- Who else has a Ring Light?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Sarah's got just-- Kelsey's just got lamps.
Kelsey: My Ring Light is in the mail.
There's a delay because-- I don't know if you guys know--
there's a global pandemic. - [laughter]
- At other times--
I'm sorry, go ahead, Kelsey.
- Nate: I was just going to say some of the times,
like in the in the first act,
I'm lit only by my computer screen, too,
because the computer screen affords
a certain amount of illumination
as we go through it too.
So it's all a lot of trial and error
and a lot of time with Bill being like, "Well, no,
"I think maybe one more light over there.
"Wait, can you do it again?
"Can you put a big curtain on your window?
Just nail it to the wall."
- [laughter]
- Brenda: It's really good.
- [overlapping conversation] - Of course.
- Brenda: When we-- when we read the play,
I remember the first time, way back in 2000, whatever--
2004 we were reading it to see if we're going to do it,
we kept saying, "We're going to be outside.
"It's gonna be daylight.
"And there's gonna be--
How do we do this nighttime scene?"
Do you remember that, Jim Ridge?
Remember doing the nighttime scene in total daylight?
- Jim: Yeah, yeah, you know...
It's lots of lantern acting. - [laughter]
- Oh, well done! - [Brenda laughs]
- The best!
- Brenda: And then acting like you can't see.
You had to, like, put your hand in front of you.
Yeah, remember that, I remember that.
Oh, outdoor theater.
- Carey: Sherry Lundell wants to know how Tim is so green.
- [laughter] - How is Tim so green?
- Tim: Well, I-- I eat a lot a lot of leafy greens.
I get outside in the sun a lot.
- [laughter] - Tim: It's not easy.
No, no, I have--
Exactly, it's not easy. - [laughter]
No, I just have--
I just kind of have a crappy camera in my old laptop
and it color corrects, which is why I was wearing,
like, a green shirt and a white jacket with this
because if I get the right mix of colors,
then it kind of makes me look normal.
- Carey: We think you look like an El Greco.
- [laughter] - Oh!
Tim: Well, that's also the classical features.
So, yeah, it's part of that. [snort laughs]
- Carey: We have-- Paula is asking,
now that we've done readings by three different playwrights,
do you find that one takes to Zoom better than others?
And she also thanks us.
She looks forward to Sundays.
We do, too, Paula!
- Brenda: Anybody?
What do you think, Marcus?
Which-- You've done--
You've done all three.
- Marcus: I feel like, you know,
I don't know if, between the three of them,
which takes the best,
but I feel that classical work takes-- is--
works a lot better on Zoom
than contemporary work does. - Brenda: Yep!
- Contemporary work is about really, really short lines
and the dialogue kind of overlapping,
and a lot of overlapping, and it's--
Overlapping is kind of death in Zoom because the--
Your voice-- It only catches one voice on Zoom
and so, a lot of that,
a lot of it is in subtext in contemporary work
and in classical work, - [cough]
- I feel like they try to put the subtext into the language.
That's why I feel like I really love it.
But I also think-- - Colleen Madden: No.
- It plays much better on Zoom.
- Colleen Madden: No. - Brenda: Um, Colleen,
we can hear you talking to your dog right now.
Colleen Madden.
- Marcus: I thought she was saying no to what I was saying.
- So, did I. - Oh, my god!
- [overlapping imitative chatter]
- Boo, Marcus! - [laughter]
- Colleen: We're in the part of the evening
where the dog gets really bitey
so I have to gently say no. - [laughter]
- Brenda: Were you in the reading tonight, Colleen?
- Was I in the reading?
- No, did I hear you on, in the reading tonight?
Was that your voice?
I heard a couple voices.
- I don't think so.
- Oh, that's good.
- Evelyn: It was, 'cause I muted her.
[laughing]
- Thank you, Evelyn.
- Brenda: Okay, so when you watch that video montage,
video montage at the top
where Colleen's got her face right here,
that was all because when we were rehearsing,
that's how Colleen... her relationship with the computer.
That was [laughing] her relationship.
- I feel much better, though.
- Kelsey: She's come so far.
- Brenda: Yes, she has, everybody has.
- Colleen: I'm still here, everyone.
- [laughter]
- Carey: Okay, Lindsay Christians wants to know
that some of the lines
like, "All this washing can't be good for the health"--
which I do laugh out loud at--
she can hear getting big laughs up the hill right now.
Given all this, how's it feel to you all
to perform funny lines like that
without an audience?
- Marcus: Well, it was lovely to have Bill
because bill is such a great--
He's so good at that.
He's... he's so...
He loves life and plays so much
that his laugh
really, really kind of tides you over.
And then, you just hold on to that, you know.
- Melisa: Some--
Bill-- I-- what I loved about Bill when he was directing this
is that a lot of directors will just mute themselves
so we can't hear anything.
But sometimes he would and sometimes he wouldn't.
So that was fun.
That was fun for us! - [laughter]
- And I forgot that I missed--
I forgot how much I missed that part of it
because I'd gotten used to just silence,
which is cool.
It's the way it is, but it was nice.
- [laughter]
- Nate: It tamps down your worst instincts too, I think, because
sometimes when like audience laughter is kind of a drug,
and you get addicted to it.
And... - D.D.
- [raucous laughter, clapping]
But-- but not having the response allows you to,
there's like that old story about,
I've stopped getting this laugh.
How did I stop getting this laugh?
It was like, "Because you're asking for the laugh
instead of asking for the tea."
And it allows you to ask for the tea.
- Mm-hmm.
- When you don't have to worry about
if you're nailing that bit of comedic math.
So...
There's some of it that's like really sad
because you miss everybody.
And there's some of it
that's like, "Well, at least we know
"that we're just doing this for reals
instead of doing this for a specific response."
- Brenda: Right, I think that's interesting.
Anyone else want to comment on that?
I think that's really an interesting perspective
about that.
- Kelsey: We also see most rehearsal days
without any response.
It's like the first couple days, stage management's like,
that's-- you guys are really funny.
And then, the next week, nobody laughs.
And then, the next week nobody laughs.
And then, finally, you get in front of an audience,
and you're like, "Oh, that works.
That doesn't work."
So, it's a lot like rehearsal,
but it's, "Can we get in front of people again?"
- Brenda: Yes, we really want
to get in front of people again, don't we?
It's really sad.
- Carey, is there any more?
- Carey: Yeah, Tracy would like to know,
"How's the technical problem"--
Some of you may have noticed we had a slight glitch today--
"How's... How's it different from a rain delay
"or someone throwing a line
"or the power going out
"or a bird landing on the stage?
"How's it different when you're Zooming
than when it's something goes wrong when you're live?"
- Brenda: Well, I can have a glass of wine
while it's happening at this point.
That's what's different for me.
- Carey: I think you may have had a glass of wine up the hill
when stuff was happening.
- Brenda: Oh, that's true, that's true, that's true, that's true.
- [laughter] - No, but I wonder-- What?
- Nate: Is it Jim Ridge?
- Brenda: Yeah, Jim, I mean, how was that for you,
honestly?
- Jim: I lost 10 pounds in water weight.
[laughing]
By the time the scene came back
I was like sweating buckets.
I was like, "Oh, this is great."
- [laughter]
- Jim: But yeah, trying to type
and trying to type fast..
What a, what a bummer to sign back in!
It's not working!
No, don't bring Brian in!
Don't bring him in yet!
And then, running upstairs and then, try different computer.
Yeah, it's really-- it's--
- Brenda: I chatted--
- [overlapping voices]
- Bill: I would ask Sarah the same question
because she was left alone for like twenty minutes,
it felt like right, right?
- Right.
- Sarah: Well, it was starting to glitch
and then I thought I heard like the end.
Oh, I was missing 'cuz now I'm answering.
I think the cue he was-- - [laughter]
- Sarah: And it must be my fault.
Somebody needs to tell me
that I'm outta here.
So that was startling! - [laughter]
- David: Best frozen picture ever, Jim,
best frozen picture ever. - Yes, yes.
- Brenda: Do it-- Do it for them, D.D..
What did it look like?
- David: It was-- - [laughter]
- Oh, we were all--
weren't quite sure
if you were just holding for a moment
or if you were frozen.
- Jim: Yeah, I'm gonna get that laugh,
one way or another.
- [laughter]
- [snort laugh]
- There you are. - Oh, that's good!
- I know.
- Brenda: What else we got on there, Carey?
- Carey: We've lots of lovely compliments
but there's-- this is a comment from actually
from somebody in Tim's family.
But I-- Damian Barta says,
in this play, I felt that Tim's character
in some ways, get short shrift
though his character has the most realistic perspective
on the social relations.
Shaw came in there with some reality, right?
- Tim: Yeah.
- Yeah, I...
I mean, I-- I always love my characters anyways
because I think you kind of have to
regardless of who they are, which one of the things
that Shaw does really well is he gives you,
he gives you a bunch of different perspectives
and I think that what--
I love the interplay,
the way that they play with Nicola and Louka together,
because they both have--
It almost reminds me of a different generations
of, kind of, revolutionaries
or really, they're activists.
That the one generation gets us-- they get--
they figure out how to get what they can out get
of the system they're in
and then the next generation says, "I don't want that.
I want more."
And that's what kind of keeps the whole thing moving forward.
And I love the discussions that they get in
because I think that, at the end of the day,
Nicola has to admire how much spirit she has
and even if he doesn't think she's gonna be able to get it
because according to his experience
it-- that's not attainable,
but he does admire that in her
and I love that aspect of it.
- Brenda: Yeah, that's beautiful.
Anybody else about what--
Bill, you want to comment on that?
- Bill: I love--
You know what-- I mean--
Sometimes, Jake was taking notes for me, we were--
as we were going through tech.
Well, the whole week was tech,
but you know what I mean.
And at some point,
I realized it was a battle for the most interesting couple
and everyone, at any given moment,
each, each couple could win.
Jim and Sarah and I mean all the different kinds
of couplings, but I dearly love the scenes
between Louka and... help me.
- Nicola.
- Ding, yeah, Nicola right.
I love them because...
it is at the heart of Shaw's social consciousness.
It's not mouthpieces.
It's two real characters who are risking
who are--
who don't want to hate each other
or maybe they don't want even know-- love each other,
but their conversations are fascinating to me.
And I think both of you were wonderful
at what needed to be risked
in those conversations.
- Brenda: Yeah, Kelsey, I think you do a wonderful job as Louka.
I want to know what you think about her.
- Kelsey: You know, I've always believed that
considering the time period he was writing in,
Shaw does love women. - Yeah, mm-hmm.
- Makes his women multi-dimensional,
and that includes Raina.
And Louka is really fun, Brenda! - Mm-hmm.
- Maybe we should produce this play.
- [laughter]
- Brenda: You all sent me that text.
I got a text from about six of you.
- Two thousand twenty-two, two thousand twenty-three?
- Yep, I think you guys made a case, man.
I wanna do all these plays now.
I want to stage all the plays
that we've done in these readings again.
It's been amazing watch them.
- Kelsey: When you're gonna play the--
someone in the serving class,
you think, "Oh, okay,
I think I get what this role is going to be,
but Louka's surprising.
I really like her.
- Brenda: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, she's lovely.
Anything else, Carey Cannon?
- Carey: Most of what's left is gratitude,
the audience letting you know that they are laughing.
They are there.
They're laughing, they're responding to you.
They're grateful for having you in their Sundays,
and we're grateful, of course,
we're having the audience in our Sundays.
- Brenda: Yeah, I just have to say, it means the world to us
that you guys are coming out.
Again, I will thank the actors for being so brave
and spending the time so diligently.
You guys, you guys have such integrity always.
And in this format,
it's so hard to keep ourselves focused
and to think we're doing something worthwhile.
I know that that comes and goes in your minds
and I just want to say thank you
because you're brilliant and thank you to the audience
because you sit and listen.
I think these plays work because people
in our audience love to listen and I can--
These plays are so wonderful in your mouths.
It's just--
It's really, really a treat for those of us that love
to listen to you.
So, thank you.
Thanks, everybody, for watching.
Anybody want to say anything before we go?
- Kelsey: I just wanna say that, to the couple who dresses up,
you made me cry.
I had to pull myself together
before we started this play.
- [Brenda laughs]
Brenda: Does anybody have anybody watching
from far away tonight in the group?
- Yes.
- Where?
- Carey: Rachel Healy says it warms her heart
to see all of us together up close.
And she has some costume notes.
Rachel Healy. - [warm laughter]
- Bill: Of course, she does.
- Brenda: Who's got people watching from far away?
Anyone?
- My sister. - Michigan.
- Triney's in New York.
- Yeah, pretty intense.
Mhari, Mhari is there.
Who else?
- Melisa: My siblings are watching.
My sister's watching in Argentina, I think.
- [cheers and applause]
- Had to work in '?Hola, Shagi!'
- [laughter]
- And my brother is watching in Idaho.
- Brenda: Nice.
Oh, I love you guys.
This is something that we--
That's really true about this format, though:
we can reach a lot of people that can't come to see us
and that's the upside of this and that you're so good.
So, thank you, everybody, thank you.
- Carey: My cousin Sarah is watching from Santa Clara,
and she sat in the pouring rain to see "Born Yesterday."
I will never forget that picture.
Doesn't rain much in California.
They watched that "Born yesterday,"
my aunt Linda, my cousin Sarah, in the pouring down rain.
So, she's watching it from the comfort of her house.
- Brenda: Nice, nice.
- Thank you, everybody, and join us next week next week.
What are we doing next week, everybody?
- J.C. - "Julius Caesar."
- Brenda: "Julius Caesar."
- Carey: We do have one last question.
Sarah Young is asking me to ask:
is that-- there was a question which I typed in the answer to
but we may want to say
about why we call them readings, as opposed to performances.
- Brenda: Because they're reading, yes.
They are literally reading.
You're reading the script, are you not?
- [overlapping voices]
- Carey: They are reading.
- Brenda: Talk about how you're reading
because it looks like you're acting.
How does that happen in five days?
Please someone explain that to someone.
- Carey: Yes, Bill and Diane.
- Brenda: A lot of people are like how-- they are not reading.
Nate, go ahead.
How does that work?
- [Nate laughing]
Nate: So, my screen is split.
There's Zoom on left side
and my script on the right side.
And much like in a rehearsal room,
it's like having the book in hand.
And most of how I work is to try to like,
just keep reading it and keep reading it,
and you're familiar enough
that you can go, Oh, I'm looking at you.
But now I have to read.
Oh, I'm looking at you.
Ah, yes, mm-hmm.
And when you have them both on your screen,
there's like this sort of optical illusion that happens,
where it can seem like I'm really engaged
with someone on my screen all the time.
And sometimes I am,
and sometimes I'm tricking you
-[Brenda laughs] - because I'm a liar.
But sometimes, I'm just looking at the script.
So it's a, it's sort of a delicate thing
that we're all sort of figuring out about
how to keep it feeling like it's alive,
but not-- but taking the pressure off ourselves
to memorize an entire play in one week.
And, as we all say,
words matter and expectations matter.
So if we set you up with the expectation,
that it's a reading,
if we mess up, you're like, "Oh, it's just a reading."
[laughing]
- Brenda: Yeah, I mean, it is just a reading.
You guys usually spend five or six weeks in rehearsal
for these plays.
So, it's just that you make it look so easy,
and I know that it's not;
I know that it's not because I can't even do my intro
without forgetting David Daniel's in the play.
So, I really appreciate that.
I think that,
that some of you learn lines a lot quicker than others.
So, also, you guys,
I can see some people are able to like,
look away longer quicker,
but it depends on the part, right?
It depends on what you're doing.
Well, that's the answer to that question everybody.
- Bill: Yeah. - I would only add that,
you know, it's the-- this is the third one, right?
- Right.
- There is no legacy of APT Zoom productions.
- [laughter] - We are making this up.
And I, I thought, I thought that was kind of fun.
I mean, there was something--
And one advantage I find to this
is there are no distractions.
Everyone's in close-up.
There's no exit sign or whippoorwill,
or there's nothing,
and I think people-- we're learning how to exploit that
and,
inhabit that but I don't want to--
I don't want to do this a lot.
- [Brenda laughs] No.
- But, I mean, it was an interesting--
It's been an interesting thing to do
and these actors, every time they do it,
get more adept.
But, I think it's fascinating.
- Brenda: Yep, I do too.
We'll be doing this for as long as we need to
and not any longer.
Go ahead, Nate, what were you saying?
- Nate: I was just gonna say
someone asked if the picture frames were lines?
No, they were my wife when she was 12.
- [laughter]
- And her grandma Mary.
- Oh, that's nice.
- Brenda: All right, thank you, everybody.
Thank you, Brian Mani, for like going through that terror
and not running away from the--
and acting like you couldn't--
you didn't have a connection on your Internet.
- [laughter]
- It was a fun few minutes.
- Brenda: All right.
Thank you, guys, good bye.
- See you next week. - Thank you!
- See you next week. - Bye bye.
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