Read Such Men Are Dangerous Online
Authors: Stephen Benatar
They shake hands and LINDA exuberantly pecks him on the cheek.
TOM | Oh—what a freak! But of course I should have known. What else but low cunning could have landed you a rich man? Or any man at all?…Hey, do you think much of it will ever come our way? |
NORAH | Tom! |
LINDA | No, Mum, don’t worry. Anyone can say anything tonight. |
NORAH | Oh! Talking about him I’d forgotten he was actually coming. Linda, how do I look? I wish you’d given us some warning. (Indicating Linda’s coat and things) Tom, run and hang those in the hall, please. |
TOM | Why me? They’re not mine. |
NORAH | And then take these coffee cups into the kitchen…William, do be helpful or else sit down again. |
WILLIAM | How long have you known this boy? |
LINDA | A little over two weeks. |
WILLIAM | Two weeks! |
LINDA | And, Dad, he isn’t ‘this boy’. He’s Trevor. |
WILLIAM | Norah, did you hear that? Two weeks. I’m really not at all sure about this. |
LINDA | Why? What is there for |
TOM returns.
WILLIAM | What can you know of anyone in just a little over two weeks? Except, perhaps, you want to go to bed with them. And when do you plan on getting married? Monday? |
TOM | Or don’t you care for long engagements? |
LINDA | We don’t know yet. We thought perhaps at Easter. |
WILLIAM | This Easter? |
LINDA | Yes, we realize it doesn’t give us long. But we don’t want a large wedding. And don’t worry, by the way: his parents will be paying. |
WILLIAM | Do they know about this yet? |
LINDA | Of course. |
WILLIAM | Why of course? We’ve only just found out. Aren’t we as important as they are? |
NORAH | William, you know Linda didn’t mean that. Oh, heavens, I must go to have a wee—but how can I, when I’m so afraid of what you two…I mean, things that you’ll forget to tell me? Will you promise me, all of you, to sit here in complete silence? |
LINDA | Yes, Mum. We won’t say another word. |
WILLIAM | Have you |
LINDA | That’s happening next weekend. |
NORAH | Oh, please! I don’t want him to find me in the loo. |
Doorbell rings.
LINDA | I’ll go! I know you’re going to like him. Please—you’ve got to make him like you. (Exits) |
WILLIAM | Oh, that’s nice. |
NORAH | My goodness! Don’t be so touchy! |
TOM | Who was the silly girl, then, who left it too late? Nothing for it now but to keep your legs crossed. Or do I mean your fingers? |
NORAH | Anyway, it’s only nerves. As soon as he comes in, I’ll be fine. Tom, do I look reasonably okay? |
TOM holds up his hand, with his forefinger and thumb making an O of high approval. WILLIAM, standing before the mirror, quickly pats his hair into place, smoothes both eyebrows with his middle finger. He turns away from the mirror, pulls his sweater down, sticks out his chest; is annoyed to find TOM watching him,
TOM | Smashing. You’ll outshine us all. The light switch doesn’t stand a chance. |
LINDA enters with TREVOR. TREVOR is blond, attractive and expensively, although not showily, dressed.
LINDA | Well, everybody, here he is! Mum, this is Trevor. |
NORAH | Hello, Trevor. Are you feeling half as nervous as I am? |
TREVOR | Petrified. Those must be my teeth you hear. Or possibly my knees. |
NORAH | (About to shake hands) Or are we allowed to kiss? This is the first time. I don’t yet know the form. |
TREVOR | Well, I haven’t been through it all that often myself. Let’s make up our own rules. (They kiss) |
LINDA | And this is my father. |
WILLIAM | Trevor Lomax—the man of contradictions! |
TREVOR | Sir? |
WILLIAM | Petrified; turned to stone. And yet your knees knock. (They shake hands) |
LINDA | I think that’s a joke. You soon get used to Dad. You don’t need to pay him much attention. |
WILLIAM | You might have concealed that for at least a minute. |
LINDA | You bring these things upon yourself. And this is my little brother: that |
TREVOR | (They shake hands) Hello, Tom. |
TOM | Hi, Trev. |
LINDA | Trev! (Pulls a face) |
TOM | Is that really a nice, normal, healthy reaction to the man you say you want to marry? Oh—who expects ‘normal’ in this household? |
NORAH | Trevor, never mind any of them—you come and talk to me. You must be frozen; perhaps it wasn’t just nerves making your teeth chatter. Warm yourself first at the fire. |
TREVOR | Thank you—but I’m fine. (TREVOR sits, having looked round to check all the family is seated. LINDA is sitting on the floor) |
NORAH | Well, do I need to say this has been one of the biggest surprises of my life—and definitely one of the happiest? But what have you been doing for the past twenty minutes while Linda was giving us all such pleasure? Not just sitting in your car shaking? |
TREVOR | Oh, no. Driving round the town a little. Shaking. |
NORAH | Poor Trevor. And you couldn’t have seen much of it at this time of night, anyway. Come to that, there isn’t much of it to see, not even at high noon. |
TREVOR | No shoot-outs? |
NORAH | I almost wish there were. Anything, I sometimes feel, to mitigate the dullness. |
WILLIAM | Except unpredictability. |
NORAH | At the moment all we’ve got is slush on the roads. |
WILLIAM | Darling, won’t you please make up your mind what it is you really want out of life. |
NORAH | Oh, that man! He makes it sound so simple. |
WILLIAM | Of course it’s simple. |
NORAH | No, for shoot-outs, Trevor, you have to step inside this house. But had I known you were just sitting in the car I’d have come and sat next to you. Held your hand. |
TOM | Oy, oy! Oy, oy! Oy, oy! |
LINDA | He’s mine. Not on loan to anyone. Even you. |
NORAH | That’s not fair. I shan’t let you borrow my dress. |
WILLIAM | Oh, your mother drives a hard bargain! What kind of car is it? |
TREVOR | A Lambourghini. |
TOM | A Lambourghini! Is it yours or…or your dad’s? |
TREVOR | It was my birthday present last year—when I was twenty-one. |
TOM | Did you hear that, folks? Only another four years to go; you can start saving. Did you have any car before that? |
TREVOR | Oh, just an old beat-up banger of my sister’s. Do you drive? |
TOM | No, worse luck. People round here are too mean to cough up for lessons. And on the pocket money I get— |
NORAH | Trevor, how many brothers and sisters do you have? |
TREVOR | I’ve two sisters, Mrs Freeman—no brothers. They’re older than I am: Vanessa’s twenty-three, Sally twenty-four. |
WILLIAM | Just wait until you’ve got a job and can pay for your own lessons. |
TOM | And when will that be? |
NORAH | Are either of them married? |
TREVOR | They both are. I’ve a niece and two nephews. |
WILLIAM | In the meantime use your bike. |
NORAH | That’s enough! If it’s not one pair of them, then it’s the other. When you were younger did you and your brothers, I mean sisters, squabble all the time? |
TREVOR | Oh, I’m sure we did. Or would have. You see, we weren’t together all that much. Went to different schools. |
NORAH | Ah, yes. You mean boarding schools? |
WILLIAM | He means public schools. |
TREVOR | Yes, I’m afraid so. |
WILLIAM | Now that’s interesting. Why afraid so? |
TREVOR | Well, I suppose I’m a little ashamed of the privileges money can buy. |
WILLIAM | How ashamed? |
TREVOR | Sir? |
WILLIAM | Let’s put it this way. How much, for instance, have you given to Ethiopia? |
NORAH | Oh, William! |
LINDA | Dad! |
TREVOR | No, it’s a perfectly fair question. I’ve given a…well, a reasonable amount. Nowhere near as much as I should have done, naturally, but… |
WILLIAM | Twenty pounds? |
LINDA | Don’t answer that. He’s got no right to ask. |
TREVOR | A thousand. |
WILLIAM | A thousand pounds! But I wasn’t talking about your parents’ contribution. I was talking about your own quite independently of theirs. |
TREVOR | Yes, so was I. I don’t know what my parents gave; we didn’t discuss it. But I’m sure, of course, that they gave something. |
WILLIAM | How do you know, then, if you didn’t discuss it? |
TREVOR | We discuss the |
WILLIAM | (Pause) I feel I owe you an apology. Linda was right. I was entirely out of line. |
TREVOR | I don’t see why, sir. But thank you, anyway. I never turn down a good apology. |
TOM | And especially you shouldn’t in this house. They’re extremely rare. |
NORAH | You speak for yourself. And even for your sister. Your father is always very quick with an apology, if he considers he’s been in the wrong. |
WILLIAM | Mother likewise. And she does it more often—since she’s more often in the wrong. (NORAH sticks out her tongue at him) |
TREVOR | (Laughs) I really hope I didn’t give the wrong impression just now. We’re a very ordinary sort of family. The only difference is…that we’ve been lucky. Yes, we try to be decent, but so do most people. |
WILLIAM | Do they? |
TREVOR | I think so. |
WILLIAM | Yes, I suppose I think so too, on the whole. |
NORAH | Of course you do. You’re an out-and-out optimist by nature. |
TOM | Except when he’s an out-and-out pessimist by nature. |
NORAH | No, if you’re talking about that slightly cynical air which he— |
TOM | I’m talking about the days when all he does is mooch around with the mask of tragedy upon his face, not eating anything, not speaking to anyone… |
WILLIAM | All right, I get depressed; we’ve already been through that once this evening—although I concede, not in front of Trevor. But you get moody too. You’re not exactly Nature’s Own and Best-Loved Little Sunbeam, may I point out? |
TOM | (Jumps up and feigns a tantrum) I am, I am, I am! Mummy, how can he say otherwise? (Runs to her for protection) Beat off that naughty man! (To WILLIAM) But even if that’s true…I have a special dispensation. It’s my age. It’s the Bomb. It’s my inheritance from you. (Sings) “My sister wears a muss-tach, my brother wears a dress. Golly—gee—no wonder I’m a mess!” |
WILLIAM | But I have a special dispensation as well: God’s attempt at consolation for saddling me with you. It was inadequate but at least it showed willing. |
TOM | Now that could be your epitaph! We’d hardly have to change the pronoun. |
WILLIAM | Well, one could end up with worse. (To TREVOR) You may have noticed by now: we have a love-hate relationship, my son and I. |
TOM | Only half of that is true. |
WILLIAM | Rubbish. Sometimes you think I’m okay. |
TOM | Sez who? And even if that were so, it doesn’t seem to work in the opposite direction. |
NORAH | Honestly, I’ve seldom heard you two talk so much nonsense. No, that |
LINDA | Look, if Trevor wants nothing more to do with me after this weekend…! |
TOM | Do you really think, then, that he’s going to last the weekend? The kid must have stamina. |
LINDA | Very funny. |
NORAH | You seem to have caught us on a particularly bad day. |
TREVOR | But at least—whatever you may say—you don’t really need Gary Cooper round here to liven things up. Whereas…Well, next weekend, when Linda comes to meet |
LINDA | Oh! Sugar in the tea! Would anybody like some coffee? |
TOM | Do you always stand up when she does? |
LINDA | Yes, and he opens doors for me as well, and even pulls out my chair at table. |
TOM | You mean—in |
LINDA | Yes. I’m trying to cure him of it but it isn’t easy. |
NORAH | Oh, I wouldn’t try too hard if I were you. It may be old-fashioned but it’s very nice. |
WILLIAM | In any case I don’t suppose you’ll have to. Time usually takes care of things like that. Time unassisted. |
NORAH | He’s speaking from experience. At the start |
TOM | (To WILLIAM) And when you said that time would take care of it…is that the optimistic or the pessimistic side? No, it’s a serious question. I really don’t know. |
WILLIAM | No, nor do I. I’ll tell you what, though: let’s all forget about the coffee and get out the alcohol instead. Trevor, are you wedded to the thought of coffee—or would you rather have a whisky? |
TREVOR | Thank you, I’d rather have a whisky. |
NORAH | No doubt his shattered nerves require it. |
WILLIAM | I was a little afraid you might turn out to be tee- total. |
TREVOR | Now that’s interesting. Why afraid, sir? |
NORAH | Well done, Trevor! One can see you’ll be able to give as good as you get. |
WILLIAM | All right: |