Scene -3
NAT: In the morning, the portrait looks even older than before. Dorian's scared. He suddenly feels guilty for what he did to Sibyl. Just then, Harry shows up. Dorian quickly pulls a screen in front of the painting so Harry can barely see it.
Harry: "I'm sorry to hear about Sibyl, man."
Dorian: "I should be sorry. I was so mean to her."
Harry: "You mean you talked to her after the play?"
Dorian: "We had an argument. I said terrible things. But I've learned my lesson. I'm going to break everything."
Harry: "Break everything? How? With a hammer?"
Dorian: "I'm going to kill Sibyl, just like I promised her I wouldn't."
Harry: "Dorian, what're you talking about? Haven't you heard?"
Dorian: "Heard what?"
Harry: "Sibyl's dead. It was in all the papers. She took some kind of poison last night in her dressing room."
Dorian: "I can't believe it! Now I can't kill her! Drat!"
Harry: "I don't understand. What kind of trouble?" (choppiness intended)
Dorian: "I can't tell you. Please, go away and leave me alone. I'm a hermit now."
NAT: :Harry leaves. Dorian talks to the picture as if it were alive. Right.
Dorian: "Now I know it's true. I sold my soup to be young forever. I can feel slowly my body. Well, then! If I lost my soup, then I'm immortal! I can do whatever I want because you'll get punished instead! But you're getting older & older."
NAT: Dorian hides the portrait in his attic. Every day he gets more cruel. Everyday he commits someone else to the asylum that would have been unaccepted the day before. He starts going out at night to parts of the city where everybody knows your name.
Dorian: "I can do anything I want now. Ha!"
Blind Man: "Penny for a blind man?"
Dorian: "Huh?"
Blind Man: "Penny, sir. Help me please."
Dorian: "How about a rock?"
NAT: Dorian drops a rock in the man's cup.
Dorian: "Don't spend it all in one place. Since you can't."
Blind Man: "Thank you, sir. I think."
Passerby: "That's horrible. You should be ashamed."
Dorian: "Shut up, or wish you had."
Passerby: "Help! Somebody, help me! He's done nothing, but I'm screaming anyway! Help!"
(proceed to next chapter)
NAT: In the morning, the portrait looks even older than before. Dorian's scared. He suddenly feels guilty for what he did to Sibyl. Just then, Harry shows up. Dorian quickly pulls a screen in front of the painting so Harry can barely see it.
Harry: "I'm sorry to hear about Sibyl, man."
Dorian: "I should be sorry. I was so mean to her."
Harry: "You mean you talked to her after the play?"
Dorian: "We had an argument. I said terrible things. But I've learned my lesson. I'm going to break everything."
Harry: "Break everything? How? With a hammer?"
Dorian: "I'm going to kill Sibyl, just like I promised her I wouldn't."
Harry: "Dorian, what're you talking about? Haven't you heard?"
Dorian: "Heard what?"
Harry: "Sibyl's dead. It was in all the papers. She took some kind of poison last night in her dressing room."
Dorian: "I can't believe it! Now I can't kill her! Drat!"
Harry: "I don't understand. What kind of trouble?" (choppiness intended)
Dorian: "I can't tell you. Please, go away and leave me alone. I'm a hermit now."
NAT: :Harry leaves. Dorian talks to the picture as if it were alive. Right.
Dorian: "Now I know it's true. I sold my soup to be young forever. I can feel slowly my body. Well, then! If I lost my soup, then I'm immortal! I can do whatever I want because you'll get punished instead! But you're getting older & older."
NAT: Dorian hides the portrait in his attic. Every day he gets more cruel. Everyday he commits someone else to the asylum that would have been unaccepted the day before. He starts going out at night to parts of the city where everybody knows your name.
Dorian: "I can do anything I want now. Ha!"
Blind Man: "Penny for a blind man?"
Dorian: "Huh?"
Blind Man: "Penny, sir. Help me please."
Dorian: "How about a rock?"
NAT: Dorian drops a rock in the man's cup.
Dorian: "Don't spend it all in one place. Since you can't."
Blind Man: "Thank you, sir. I think."
Passerby: "That's horrible. You should be ashamed."
Dorian: "Shut up, or wish you had."
Passerby: "Help! Somebody, help me! He's done nothing, but I'm screaming anyway! Help!"
(proceed to next chapter)