英语剧本4人

英语剧本4人

- Do you always make up this crap?- Sure!
Singleton,Lee Claire.
Hallo?
You don't know me,but I wondered if we might have a little chat.
A little chat?What are you talking about?
About anything you like,weather conditions,anything you choose.
Go to hell!
Hallo?
- Is that the race-track?- Yeah,you betting?
- Can you tell me if Mama's racing?- No,it's your sister!
- I think there's a misunderstanding.- Shove it up your ass!
The telephone should bring out the best in people.
I know who you are.If you don't stop calling,I come over and kill you!
Christ,he's already here!
Hey,are you the guy with that friggin difficult name?
Come on out,I'm talking to you.
Catch him!
Stop!
Where are you going?
- Hold still.- Stop,you idiot!
- Keep still,you son of a bitch!- Where are we,in hell?
- We don't want to hurt you.- Come on out.Where are you?
We're players,man,musicians.
Over there.
- Bon appetit!- Thanks,have you got some wine?
Are you the one that plays ten kinds of jazz rolled into one?
To tell the truth I've never counted them,I'm just a piano player.
- It's him.- Well,you'd better start counting.
The man who invented jazz sent us here.
- And what does he want from me?- He challenges you to a piano duel!
A piano duel?
What the hell is a piano duel?
It's a duel,with pianos instead of pistols.
It's a musicians thing.No blood,just a little hate.
Real hate,under the skin.It riffs like you never heard.
It could last all night and at the end,one would win.
Nineteen Hundred!
If I were you,I wouldn't be so sure he's still here.
If I know him at all,he won't be any place else.
I'm sure of that.
He must have gone.What would he have done here without a piano?
Besides,with the war,who knows?
He might not even be any longer in this dirty world.
Someone like him doesn't end up like everyone else.
- It's not his style.- Think what you like.
But I can't ask the owners to keep this carcass going
just because someone who doesn't exist is on board.I can't delay it.
Nineteen Hundred,it's Max.I have to talk to you!
- How did the duel end up?- It was in Boston.
The summer of 1 931.Jelly Roll Morton boarded the Virginian.
Dressed entirely in white,wearing a diamond as big as a meatball!
Even the garters on his socks were diamond studded.
Jelly Roll,what's the reason for a trip to Europe on a steamer?
Till now,you've only gone up and down the Mississippi!
I don't give a damn about Europe!
The only reason I'm going on this crappy ship is to meet a guy
they say tunes a good piano!
But I also heard that he doesn't want to set foot on land.
- Is he talking about me?- Sure he is.
One day some asshole says to me :
"Hey,Jelly,there's someone who plays the piano better than you."
So I says to myself :"Shit!How come this guy plays so good
when he doesn't even have the balls to get off the boat?
Damn it,Jelly,you were the one who invented jazz!
Then I says to myself :"You can afford to buy a first class ticket!
You can even buy the ship just by raising your little finger.'
Get a shot of it,boys!
- Tell the truth,are you scared?- I don't know.
Why a duel?What happens when you have a duel?
It seemed like he really didn't care much.
Like he didn't even understand it.But he was curious.
He wanted to hear how the devil the inventor of jazz played.
He really believed that the guy invented jazz.
I believe he thought that he could learn something new.
That's just how he was,a bit like old Danny.
He didn't have any sporting sense.
He didn't give a damn who won,it was the rest that amazed him.
It's true!
I believe you're sitting in my seat.
- You're the one that invented jazz?- That's what they say.
And you're the one who can't play unless the ocean's under your ass?
That's what I say.
Jelly Roll Morton didn't play,he caressed those notes.
It was like a slip sliding down a woman's body.
His hands were butterflies,so light.
He started off in the brothels in New Orleans,learning to stroke the keys.
People making love upstairs didn't want any uproar.
They wanted music that would slip behind the curtains,under the beds.
Without disturbing.He played that music there.
And in that,he truly was the best.
- Bravo!- Bravo!
It's your turn,sailor.
Go on.
What's he doing?
He's nuts!
Is it Christmas?
- Did he win?- No,they're just warming up.
Bravo!
- What's up,Nineteen Hundred?- This music makes me cry.
The whole crew bet on you!
I put a year's pay on the line and you're crying?
Start thinking about your music!
- Can I bet,too?- Betting on yourself isn't sporting.
But I want to bet on him!He's terrific.
- You're crazy!- But if you lose,I'll give it back.
It's the same music that the other one played.
We've already heard this!
He's fooling around.
- Did he lose?- Not yet.
Well done,Nineteen Hundred!
Stick this up your ass!
- Max?- Eh?
- Give me a cigarette,will you?- You're not doing too well!
- Just give me a cigarette.- You don't smoke!
What's wrong with you?You could lick this guy with one hand!
- Pardon me,I didn't catch that.- I didn't say anything.
Bravo!
- Where's this cigarette?- We'll be shovelling coal forever!
Just give me a fucking cigarette!
Clown!
Listen carefully.
You smoke it.I don't know how.
Well done!Bravo!
You're the greatest!
Divine!
- Did he win?- Yes,he won.
I knew he would!
Jelly Roll Morton spent the rest of that trip locked in his cabin.
When we got to Southampton,he got off the ship and returned to America.
I remember Nineteen Hundred watched him as he walked off the dock
and all he said was :"Fuck jazz,too!"
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