The Price (UK Edition)
Victor, a brand new York cop nearing retirement, strikes between furnishings within the disused attic of a home marked for demolition. cupboards, desks, a broken harp, an overstuffed armchair - the relics of a misplaced lifetime of affluence he's ultimately come to promote. but if his brother Walter, who he hasn't spoken to in years, arrives, the debate stops being near to no matter if Victor's been provided a good fee for the furnishings, and turns to the cost that one and never the opposite of them paid while their father misplaced either his fortune and the need to move on ...
Taking the harp? VICTOR, with a undeniable guilt: good, not anyone performs … you're taking it, if you happen to like. SOLOMON: You’ll excuse me, Doctor—the harp, please, that’s one other tale … WALTER—laughs—archly amused and placed out: You don’t brain if I make a tenet, do you? SOLOMON: health professional, please, don’t be angry, I in simple terms— WALTER: good, why do you interrupt? sit back, we’re in basic terms speaking. We haven’t visible one another for a very long time. SOLOMON: Couldn’t be greater; I’m very sorry. He sits, nervously pulling his.
At him. Walter speaks with delicacy within the face of a potential explosion. good, you need to definitely see now how severe something it used to be, to stay with him like that? And at such price to you? Victor is silent. ESTHER, with sorrow: He sees it. WALTER, to erase all of it, to accomplish the reconciliation: shall we interact, Vic. i do know shall we. And I’d like to attempt it. What do you assert? there's a lengthy pause. Victor now glances at Esther to determine her expression. He sees she desires him to. he's at the.
anyone used to be nonetheless … He breaks off; the explanation unusually has fallen free. He sits. I can’t clarify it; i wished to … cease it from falling aside. I … He breaks off back, staring. Pause. WALTER, quietly: It won’t paintings, Vic. Victor appears to be like at him, then Esther does. you notice it your self, don’t you? It’s now not that in any respect. you spot that, don’t you? VICTOR, quietly, avidly: What? WALTER, along with his riding want: Is it fairly that anything fell aside? have been we actually mentioned to think in a single.
may well use. thanks. he is taking deep breaths, his awareness on Victor, who now places down the foil. Oh boy. That’s a few stairs. ESTHER: You alright now? SOLOMON: one other couple steps you’ll be in heaven. Ah—excuse me, Officer, i'm trying to find a celebration. The identify is … He hands in his vest. VICTOR: Franz. SOLOMON: That’s it, Franz. VICTOR: That’s me. Solomon seems incredulous. Victor Franz. SOLOMON: So it’s a policeman! VICTOR, grinning: Uh huh. SOLOMON: What have you learnt! together with.
pale, should be noticeable a small sink, a hotplate, and an previous icebox. Up correct, a door to the bed room. Down left, a door to the hall and stairway, that are unseen. we're within the attic of a ny brownstone quickly to be torn down. From the down-left door, Police Sergeant Victor Franz enters in uniform. He halts contained in the room, glances approximately, walks at random a number of ft, then involves a halt. with no expression, but someway stilled by way of a few emanation from the room, he we could his gaze stream from.