电影 卖花女 Pygmalion 英文剧本.docx

电影 卖花女 Pygmalion 英文剧本经典英文剧本 1 / 62 Pygmalion First, a sky over chimney pots and church towers, with masses of thundercloud and a black cloud moving toward the sun. Cut to: Piccadilly Circus, London. Flower sellers (women in shawls with baskets) seated round the base of the Eros monument. Among them Liza Doolittle, the only young one. The rest are elderly or middle aged. All, including Liza, are too poorly clad and dirty to be attractive. Liza is a pathetic draggle tailed creature. She offers bunches of violets to the passers-by, like the rest; but there is no business, as the sky is darkening, and people are looking up anxiously at the clouds, loosening the bands of their umbrellas, and hurrying on. The flower sellers are still offering their wares; but no words can be distinguished through the traffic noises. Cut to: Liza and her next neighbor, an elderly woman. The audience now has a better look at Liza; but her good looks are not yet discoverable: she is dirty and her ill combed hair is dirty. Her shawl and skirt are old and ugly. Her boots are deplorable, her hat, an old black straw with a band of violets, indescribable. The older woman, though also dirty with London grime, and no better dressed, is slightly more disciplined by experience. She is busy packing her basket and covering it. Liza is listless, discouraged, and miserable. OLD WOMAN. Now then, Liza: wake up. It抯 going to rain something chronic. You going to sit there and get soaked? LIZA. O Gawd, I avnt sold a bloody thing since five o抍lock, I avnt. Whats the good of doing anything in this weather? OLD WOMAN. Come now: talking like that wont elp. Better get home dry than wet. The old woman takes up her basket and hurries off. Thunder, much nearer, after a flash. Liza looks up, and hastily stirs herself to pack her basket. She finishes by putting her hat into the basket and drawing her shawl over her head. Then she rushes off. View of Piccadilly Circus again; but it is now raining with the first heavy drops of a summer shower. People putting up umbrellas, turning up the collars of their coats, and beginning to run. Also hailing taxis and scrambling into them. Liza, with her basket under arm, makes a rush for it and vanishes. Another street scene continuing the business of people caught in a heavy shower. Freddy, a good looking young gentleman, aged 20, is on the kerb, hailing taxi after taxi; but they are all engaged. 经典英文剧本 2 / 62 FREDDY. Tax! The cab does not stop. Tax! Another failure. Tax! Another. Oh, damn! He rushes off. Liza comes running with her shawl over her head and her basket under her arm. She disappears in Freddy抯 footsteps. Under the portico of the church of St. Paul in Covent Garden, London. The portico is on the sidewalk, level with it and sheltering it from the rain. It抯 great columns divide the view of it into sections. General view of it from the market, with the crowd of people sheltering from heavy rain. Mrs. Hill, her daughter, Higgins and all the rest are in position; but they are not distinguishable in this shot. The church clock chimes the first quarter. The clangor must be fairly loud but not unmusical. Under the portico looking out as from the church wall through the columns to Covent Garden market. Thus all the shelterers have their backs to the audience except Higgins, who stands in the middle with his back to them listening and making notes, cocking his ears right and left alternately as he listens. There is a babel of conversation but nothing distinguishable. The figure of Higgins should be on the scale of a close-up. The row of backs behind him should be on that of a longer shot, so as to give him comparative magnitude. Higgins is not youthful. He is a mature, well-built, impressive, authoritative man of 40 or thereabouts, with a frock coat, a broadbrimmed hat, and an Inverness cape. It is important that in age and everything else he should be in strong contrast to Freddy, who is 20, slim, goodlooking, and very youthful. A section of the crowded portico viewed from the market. Close-up to the two central pillars. The space between them must be enough to manoeuvre four principals in front of the sheltering crowd. An elderly lady (Mrs Eynsford Hill) and her daughter (Clara) are in front glumly watching the rain. The mother is slight, refined and well-bred. The daughter, young and blooming, is more thickly built and comparatively bumptious. Their dress is in good taste but not new and not expensive. THE DAUGHTER in the space between the central pillars, close to the one on her left I'm getting chilled to the bone. What can Freddy be doing all this time? THE MOTHER On her daughter's right Not so long. But he ought to have got us a cab by this. Freddy rushes in out of the rain from the Southampton Street side, and comes between them closing a dripping umbrella. He is wet around the ankles. THE DAUGHTER. Well, havnt you got a cab? FREDDY. Theres not one to be had for love or money. THE MOTHER. Oh, Freddy, there must be one. You cant have tried. 经典英文剧本 3 / 62 THE DAUGHTER. It's too tiresome. Do you expect us to go and get one ourselves? THE MOTHER. You really are very helpless, Freddy. Go again; and dont come back until you have found a cab. FREDDY. Oh, very well: I'll go, I'll go. He opens his umbrella and dashes off, but comes into collision with Liza, who is hurrying in for shelter, knocking her basket out of her hands. A blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of thunder, orchestrates the incident. LIZA. Nah then, Freddy: look wh' y' gowin, deah. FREDDY. Sorry he rushes off. LIZA picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in the basket Theres menners f' yer! Te-oo banches o voylets trod into the mad. She sits down on the plinth of the column, sorting her flowers, on the lady's right. THE MOTHER. How do you know that my son's name is Freddy, pray? LIZA. Ow, eez ye-ooa san, is e? Wal, fewd dan y' de-ooty bawmz a mather should, eed now bettern to spawl a pore gel's flahrzn than ran awy athaht pyin. Will ye-oo py me f'them? Here, with apologies, this desperate attempt to represent her dialect without a phonetic alphabet must be abandoned as unintelligible outside London. THE DAUGHTER. Do nothing of the sort, mother. The idea! THE MOTHER. Please allow me, Clara. Have you any pennies? THE DAUGHTER. No. I've nothing smaller than sixpence. LIZA hopefully I can give you change for a tanner, kind lady. THE MOTHER to Clara Give it to me. Clara parts reluctantly. Now to the girl This is for your flowers. LIZA. Thank you kindly, lady. THE DAUGHTER. Make her give you the change. These things are only a penny a bunch. THE MOTHER. Do hold your tongue, Clara. To the girl. You can keep the change. LIZA. Oh, thank you, lady. THE MOTHER. Now tell me how you know that young gentleman's name. LIZA. I didnt. THE MOTHER. I heard you call him by it. Dont try to deceive me. 经典英文剧本 4 / 62 LIZA protesting Whos trying to deceive you? I called him Freddy or Charlie same as you might yourself if you was talking to a stranger and wished to be pleasant. She sits down beside her basket. THE DAUGHTER. Sixpence thrown away! Really, mamma, you might have spared Freddy t h a t. She retreats in disgust behind the pillar. An elderly gentleman of the amiable military type rushes into shelter, and closes a dripping umbrella. He is in the same plight as Freddy, very wet about the ankles. He is in evening dress, with a light overcoat. He takes the place left vacant by the daughter. THE GENTLEMAN. Phew! He goes to the plinth beside Liza, puts up his foot on it; and stoops to turn down his trouser ends. THE MOTHER. Oh dear! She retires sadly and joins her daughter. LIZA taking advantage of the military gentleman's proximity to establish friendly relations with him. Cheer up, Captain; and buy a flower off a poor girl. THE GENTLEMAN. I'm sorry, I havnt any change. LIZA. I can give you change, Captain. THE GENTLEMEN. For a sovereign? Ive nothing less. LIZA. Garn! Oh do buy a flower off me, Captain. I can change half-a-crown. Take this for tuppence. THE GENTLEMAN. Now dont be troublesome: theres a good girl. Trying his pockets I really havnt any change - Stop: heres three hapence, if thats any use to you he retreats to the other pillar. LIZA disappointed, but thinking three halfpence better than nothing Thank you, sir. THE BYSTANDER to the girl You be careful: give him a flower for it. Theres a bloke here behind taking down every blessed word youre saying. All turn to the man who is taking notes. Cut to: Under the portico looking out through the columns to Covent Garden market, the crowd turning round to look at Higgins. Cut to: The whole width of the portico viewed from the market. The crowd with Liza making a frantic scene in front of them. Pickering in the foreground watching the row. Single figures or pairs detach themselves momentarily to speak to Liza or to one another. Finally Higgins pushes through to her. LIZA springing up terrified I aint done nothing wrong by speaking to the gentleman. Ive a right to sell flowers if I keep off the kerb. Hysterically I'm a respectable girl: so help me, I never spoke to him except to ask him to buy a flower off me. 经典英文剧本 5 / 62 General hubbub, mostly sympathetic to the flower girl, but deprecating her excessive sensibility. Cries of Dont start hollerin. Whos hurting you? Nobody's going to touch you. Whats the good of fussing? Steady on. Easy, easy, etc., come from the elderly staid spectators, who pat her comfortingly. Less patient ones bid her shut her head, or ask her roughly what is wrong with her. A remoter group, not knowing what the matter is, crowd in and increase the noise with question and answer: Whats the row? What she do? Where is he? A tec taking her down. What! him? Yes: him over there: Took money off the gentleman, etc. LIZA breaking through them to the gentleman, crying wildly Oh, sir, dont let him charge me. You dunno what it means to me. Theyll take away my character and drive me on the streets for speaking to gentlemen. They- THE NOTE TAKER coming forward on her right, the rest crowding after him There! there! there! there! whos hurting you, you silly girl? What do you take me for? THE BYSTANDER. It's all right: hes a gentleman: look at his boots. Close-up between the two central pillars, viewed from the market. LIZA still hysterical I take my Bible oath I never said a word- THE NOTE TAKER overbearing but good-humored Oh, shut up, shut up. Do I look like a policeman? LIZA far from reassured Then what did you take down my words for? How do I know whether you took me down right? You just shew me what youve wrote about me. The note taker opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose, though the pressure of the mob trying to read it over his shoulders would upset a weaker man. Whats that? That aint proper writing. I cant read that. THE NOTE TAKER. I can. Reads, reproducing her pronunciation exactly "Cheer ap, Keptin; n' baw ya flahr orf a pore gel." LIZA much distressed It's because I called him Captain. I meant no harm. To the gentleman Oh, sir, dont let him lay a charge agen me for a word like that. You- THE GENTLEMAN. Charge! I make no charge. To the note taker Really, sir, if you are a detective, you need not begin protecting me against molestation by young women until I ask you. Anybody could see that the girl meant no harm. THE BYSTANDERS GENERALLY demonstrating against police espionage Course they could. What business is it of yours? You mind your own affairs. He wants promotion, he does. Taking down people's words! Girl never said a word to him. What harm if she did? Nice thing a girl cant shelter from the rain without being insulted, etc., etc., etc. She is conducted by the more sympathetic demonstrators back to her plinth, where she resumes her seat and struggles with her emotion. THE BYSTANDER. He aint a tec. Hes a blooming busybody: thats what he is. I tell you, look at his be-oots. THE NOTE TAKER turning on him genially And how are all your people down at Selsey? 经典英文剧本 6 / 62 THE BYSTANDER suspiciously Who told you my people come from Selsey? THE NOTE TAKER. Never you mind. They did. To the girl How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove. LIZA appalled Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It wasnt fit for a pig to live in; and I had to pay four-and-six a week. In tears Oh, boo梙oo梠o?p> THE NOTE TAKER. Live where you like; but stop that noise. THE GENTLEMAN to the girl Come, come! he cant touch you: you have a right to live where you please. LIZA subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself I'm a good girl, I am. THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER not attending to her Do you know where I come from? THE NOTE TAKER promptly Hoxton. Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases. THE SARCASTIC ONE amazed Well, who said I didnt? Bly me! You know everything, you do. LIZA still nursing her sense of injury Aint no call to meddle with me, he aint. THE BYSTANDER to her Of course he aint. Dont you stand it from him. To the note taker See here: what call have you to know about people what never offered to meddle with you? LIZA. Let him say what he likes. I dont want to have no truck with him. THE BYSTANDER. You take us for dirt under your feet, dont you? Catch you taking liberties with a gentleman! THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER. off the gentleman Yes: tell him where he come from if you want to go fortune-telling. THE NOTE TAKER. Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India. THE GENTLEMAN. Quite right. Great laughter. Reaction in the note taker's favor. Exclamations of He knows all about it. Told him proper. Hear him tell the toff where he come from? etc. LIZA resenting the reaction Hes no gentleman, he aint, to interfere with a poor girl. Long shot shewing the whole portico crowded with shelterers. They all move off except Liza, Higgins, and Pickering, who are left alone between two of the pillars as before. The sky brightens during the exodus and London is again bathed in sunshine. 经典英文剧本 7 / 62 Back to close-up between the two central pillars, viewed from the market. THE DAUGHTER out of patience, pushing her way rudely to the front and displacing the gentleman, who politely retires to the other side of the pillar What on earth is Freddy doing? I shall get pneumonia if I stay in this draught any longer. THE NOTE TAKER to himself, hastily making a note of her pronunciation of "monia" as "mownia" Earls Court. THE DAUGHTER violently Will you please keep your impertinent remarks to yourself? THE NOT