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Holly: Oh, around. Except for Father. He'll be in Madrid or Frankfurt or somewhere, juggling billions.



(Jamie Enters)

Oh, you're here. Thought I heard a car.

Holly: Here he is. The unblushing bridegroom. Jamie, this is Tom.

(shaking hands) Heard all about you.

Tom: Don't believe any of it.

No, not too bad actually. Want to watch yourself though if you're taking her on.

Holly: Thank you, sweetie - I love you too.

Lot's of Michelin star dinners and a good spanking now and then - that ought to do it.

Holly: Isn't he insufferable?



Tom: I gather the weddings in a month.

Yes. Terrifying thought.

Tom: Why?

We've been more-or-less together for four years, for Christ sake. Known each other most of our lives. What on earth do we want a posh wedding for?

Tom: So why...?

Parents' big day. Mother's chance to splash out. How could we deny her her fun?

Holly: Marshall. She could have had practically any man she ever met but she chose my plonky brother. He doesn't deserve her.

No, I don't, but there you are. Would you like a drink or something?

Tom: It's less than an hour - I'm fine. Do I get to meet the bride this weekend?

Oh I expect you'll meet everyone. She'll be round soon. Best man too. All curious to meet little sister's new man.

Tom: Oh hell.

Don't worry, they're quite tame. But we're one big family round here. Grew up together. Very country bumpkin incestuous.

Tom: Hardly country bumpkin.

Well, no. They used to call it stockbroker belt. Now it's banker belt. And braces too.

Tom: Are you in banking also?

Good God no! Didn't she tell you?

Tom: I, er...We haven't known each other very long.

Long enough to get her into bed, I hope.

Holly: Oh, Jamie...

Sorry. Prurient mind. No, I'm a bit of a lost cause so far. Tried academics, tried the law, tried PR. Sinking lower and lower - probably end up in politics.

Tom: What's wrong with banking?

I want to keep some friends.

Tom: Your father's done all right at it.

Yes, well you should never tread where a parent's trod. Shows you've no mind of your own. Though some would say I haven't.

Holly: He has, but it's a weird one.

You're an architect, I gather.

Tom: Yes. Struggling. Tough business unless you settle for lofts and renovations.

Well Mother will approve - gives you a head start. Play your cards right, she'll commission a new conservatory.

Holly: Where is she?

Um - three guesses. Garden, regimenting roses. Closeted with personal pilates instructor. On the internet ordering from Fortnums.

Tom: Is that the Thinker?

Know your Rodins (roh-dans), do you?

Holly: Common sense, rationality. Great believer in rationality, aren't you Jamie? Just doesn't practice it very often.

Whereas Holly's a great believer in irrationality and practices it all the time. Like most women.

Holly: Sexist too. I told you we were a ghastly family.

Well, it's true. Mother won't embark on anything unless she's first consulted with her personal astrologist. If that isn't irrational, I don't know what is.

Holly: That's Geoff. Best man. (calls) In the lounge! (adds) Like a brother really.

And there was a time when she wasn't averse to a spot of incest.

Geoff: You're the architect chap.

And frustrated sculptor.

Geoff: Mmm, well...Hi, Jamie. Wedding still on, is it?

Just about. Big row brewing though.

Geoff: Another one? What about?

Father's given Mother a list of fifteen business associates, together with wives, who he says just have to come. Nobody knows any of them but they're all highly important to our futures apparently.

Geoff: Wow.

That'll put the numbers up to two hundred. Diana's parents will go berserk.

Geoff: Does that mean I have to take the dirty bits out of my speech?

Oh no. The bigger the tycoon, the filthier the mind.

Geoff: I'm thinking of the wives.

They're worse.

Geoff: Right. Where is Diana?

I'm rather hoping she won't show up. I'll have to tell her.

Holly: Let me show you your room, Tom. You'll want to freshen up before encountering the rest of the clan.



(leads him toward the door)



Do tell Mother we're here if she ever shows her face, Jamie.

Yes.



(They go off.)



He seems all right.

Geoff: Is it serious?

No idea. He's quite new. She seems keen.

Geoff: Are they sleeping together?

She's twenty-six, I should hope so. Mind you, quite cautious in that department is our Holly.

Geoff: Well this is the new age of prudery - didn't you know?

Is it? Glad I missed that.

Diana: Were you talking about me? Nothing nice I hope.

No, horrible. Glad you didn't hear it.

Geoff: Yes - speaking of which, Jamie's got something to tell you.

Oh, thanks. I was going to pick my moment.

Diana: What is it? More complications?

Sort of. Father's got another thirty people to add to the list. Highly important business people apparently.

Diana: Oh heavens, this thing's becoming just a showcase.

Well at least he's splitting the costs with your side. Will the hotel be able to fit them in?

Diana: Oh yes. That vast room needs filling up anyway. Perhaps there'll be so many there no-one will notice if we're not.

Yes! We could do the church service and then skip off. Somewhere nobody could find us, like Blackpool.

Diana: Which is good. Tried and tested. No unpleasant surprises.

Oh, I've a few up my sleeve yet.

Ann: Not the wedding reception! Please don't start changing things - I've got it all planned!

No, Mother, don't panic. Reception as in welcome.

Ann: Oh, for Holly and her new boyfriend. Yes - when are they due?

They're here already.

Ann: Oh, I should be doing that! How awful - I wasn't here to greet him.

He's fine, Mother. He's had quite enough of us to face for the moment.

Diana: I haven't met him yet.



Ann: Jamie?

Oh, I think he'll just about scrape through the entrance exam.

Ann: Dressed properly?

If you like rap, hippy, dropout sort of thing.

Ann: You know what I mean. Someone permanent.

Mother, you've already got one wedding to worry about - you don't need another just yet.

Ann: I know, I know. But my astrologist says the stars are good for this man.

That's practically a guarantee he'll be a washout.

Ann: And they're also excellent for the wedding.

Oh dear.

Ann: Oh, good. I'm dying to see it. Oh, and Jamie - all these extra banker friends of your father's. We must look at the plans and suggest whereabouts on the tables to put them.

How about underneath?

Ann: I know it's a bore, but you especially should be glad of a few more influential people to meet.

True, Mother. As the most unpopular species on the planet, the least we can do is all stick together.

Ann: Such a cynic, my darling. Less than four weeks to go - I can't wait! Raspberries for supper!



(goes)

Well, it's worth it just to see her so happy. (follows her to the door.) I'd better get to those plans before she does, and wrecks all that work we've done so far. Do you two want to come?



(Leave after Geoff and Diana respond)

(Ann and Jamie enters. Few lines with Ann and Holly.)



Ann: It's always an emotional time, dear. But make the most of it. You'll long for a bit of emotion later on.

Great, Mother. That's a big help.

Ann: Well comfort her, Jamie. She's your responsibility.

Are you OK old think? Can I help?

Diana: No, Jamie, I'm all right. Jamie, you do want this wedding, don't you?

'Course I do. We're not going through all this bloody palaver unless we want it, are we?

Diana: No.

Why d'you ask?

Diana: I wanted to know your true feelings.

Everyone has doubts just before the big day, Di. It's natural.

Diana: Do they?

Don't they, Mother?

Ann: Sorry. Don't worry, Diana. Marriage is a splendid institution. We'd all be much worse off out of it than in it.

Well that's a terrific recommendation - thanks very much, mother.

Diana: No! Don't you say a word!

What is it? Am I missing something?

Diana: No, Jamie. I just need a little time to think about things, that's all.

What things?

Diana: Come straight back.



(Holly goes. Awkward pause.)

What's going on?

Diana: Um...Tell me, Jamie, are you...

Am I what?

Diana: Truly happy about marrying me?

Well, Keira Knightley said no, so...

Diana: Be serious!

Well of course I am.

Diana: Truly?

Of course I...Aren't you happy?

Diana: I was just wondering whether you were serious about the wedding, or just going along with it because everyone else was.

Going along with it?

Diana: Yes.

I...that's...It would cause one hell of a shemozzle to pull out after all the agony that's gone into it.

Diana: But surely you'd rather endure the shemozzle than a lifetime of the wrong marriage.

I'm not sure - I'd have to think about that one.

Diana: I'm serious, Jamie.

Are you saying...are you telling me you've decided it's the wrong marriage?

Diana: No, I'm just asking you for your opinion.

We've been together for four years, Di. You don't do that if it's wrong.

Diana: Yes, but don't you feel we may be a bit...stuck in a rut?

I'd rather be stuck in a rut than alone in the ditch.

Diana: Thanks, that's a great reassurance.

(taking her hands) It's just prenuptial nerves, sweetheart. It's just the prospect of this bloody great shindig. Once it's over you and I can settle down and organize our own private hassle-free existence without having to worry about everyone else.

Diana: Yes.

Done and dusted. Settled for life. Think what a relief it'll be.

Diana: Yes.

You don't seem very sure.

Diana: You're only thirty, Jamie. I'm twenty seven. I'm not certain I'm ready to be done and dusted. Sounds like an old settee.

Have you...?

Diana: What?

Met someone else?

Diana: Someone else?

Someone new.

Diana: No.

Well that's a relief.

Diana: What if you did?

What do you mean?

Diana: What would you do? If you met a Keira Knightley lookalike - after we were married?

Ah, well...

Diana: What it!

Look, Di. We're not kids. We've both sowed our wild oats. There's no point at this stage worrying about the future. For God's sake, what's got into you?

Diana: Sorry, I'm not quite myself today.

For what it's worth, Di, you're the best girl, the most beautiful, the most level-headed, the biggest catch around - apart from Keira Knightley. Everyone thinks so. And therefore I'm the luckiest guy around to be able to call you mine. I'm not giving that up so easily.

Diana: I see. I'm a trophy wife.

No! That's not what I...That not it.

Diana: Then what is it?

It's...it's I've always thought of you as mine. I can't change that thought now - just because everyone's a bit uptight about the wedding.

Diana: Shouldn't we be thrilled about the wedding?

Well...yes, but...I mean...

Diana: Perhaps we're uptight because deep down we're not sure about it. Perhaps we're just doing it because he says it's logical.

So we should only do it if it's illogical?

Holly: (wide-eyed) Right. I'll do that.



(She hurries back out.)

What? What are you going to discuss?

Diana: Just wait a moment, Jamie. Let's wait till they're all here.

I don't like this at all. Why can't you tell me now?

Diana: I've only the strength to do this once, Jamie. I think I need to say it to everyone at the same time.

You've got me really scared now. What are you going to say?

Diana: Don't look at me like that.

How do you expect me to look? Why won't you tell me?

Diana: I...What was I saying?

You were about to tell us something that is apparently very important.

Diana: Yes. Yes, I was...But I don't think...I don't know how to say it.

Why not? You were dead set on it just now.

Geoff: (Spills the beans, blah, blah, blah...)



I told her she was settling for the status quo because that's what was expected of her, but that it could only lead to indifference and stalemate and ultimate tedium.

Thanks.

Diana: No.


Geoff: Nothing to add?


Diana: No.


Geoff: Jamie?

(dazed) No.

Ann: Oh Jamie, my poor darling. Had you any idea this was coming?

No.

Ann: How does it make you feel?

Nothing. I don't feel a thing.



(After long monologue by Ann, Jamie and Holly leave.)