The pillowman pdf script

My, really? No, you're just being stupid. You can't have an arse keep your spirits up, can ya? It depends on the arse. Well it's itchy anyway. I'll tell you that. I'm trying not to itch it or anything, y'know, 'cos you're here, but, I'll tell ya, it's itchy, man. I've got one itchy arse. Tell us a story, Katurian. It'll take my mind off Take your mind off your itchy arse My itchy arse, yeah What story do you want?

Um, "The Little Green Pig. No, I'll do a different one. What'll I do? Do "The Pillowman. Why "The Pillowman"? Michal shrugs. Jeez, that's from a while ago, isn't it?

Yeah, its from, like, a while ago. Let's see, how does that start? I know, but I'm trying to think how it actually starts Alright, Jesus. Once upon a time He was about nine feet tall Michal looks up, silently whistles. And he was all made up of these fluffy pink pillows: His arms were pillows and his legs were pillows and his body was a pillow; his fingers were tiny little pillows, even his head was a pillow, a big round pillow.

A circular pillow. It's the same thing. But I prefer "a circular pillow. His head was a circular pillow. And on his head he had two button eyes and a big smiley mouth which was always smiling, so you could always see his teeth, which were also pillows.

Little white pillows. Katurian gives a big dopey smile. Michal gently touches Katurian's lips and cheeks. Well, the Pillowman had to look like this, he had to look soft and safe, because of his job, because his job was a very sad and a very difficult one Uh-oh, here it comes Whenever a man or a lady was very very sad because they'd had a dreadful and hard life and they just wanted to end it all, they just wanted to take their own lives and take all the pain away, well, just as they were about to do it, by razor, or by bullet, or by gas, or Or by jumping off of something big.

By whatever preferred method of suicide — "preferred"'s probably the wrong word, but anyway, just as that person was about to do it, the Pillowman would go to them, and sit with them, and gently hold them, and he'd say, "Hold on a minute," and time would slow strangely, and as time slowed, the Pillowman would go back in time to when that man or that lady was just a little boy or a little girl, to when the life of horror they were to lead hadn't quite yet begun, and the Pillowman's job was very very sad, because the Pillowman's job was to get that child to kill themselves, and so avoid the years of pain that would just end up in the same place for them anyway: facing an oven, facing a shotgun, facing a lake.

Well, the Pillowman would always suggest they do it in a way that would just look like a tragic accident: He'd show them the bottle of pills that looked just like sweeties; he'd show them the place on the river where the ice was too thin; he'd show them the parked cars that it was really dangerous to dart out between; he'd show them the plastic bag with no breathing holes, and exactly how to tighten it.

Because mummies and daddies always find it easier to come to terms with a five-year-old lost in a tragic accident than they do with a five-year-old who has seen how shitty life is and taken action to avoid it.

Now, not all the children would go along with the Pillowman. There was one little girl, a happy little thing, who just wouldn't believe the Pillowman when he told her that life could be awful and her life would be, and she sent him away, and he went away crying, crying big gloopy tears that made puddles this big, and the next night there was another knock on her bedroom door, and she said, "Go away, Pillowman.

I've told you, I'm happy. I've always been happy and I'll always be happy. It was another man. And her mummy wasn't home, and this man would visit her every time her mummy wasn't home, and she soon became very very sad, and as she sat in front of the oven when she was twenty-one she said to the Pillowman, "Why didn't you try to convince me?

I've never been happy. Um, could you skip on to the end, please? This bit's a bit boring. Well, that's a bit rude, Michal, actually. But could you skip on to the end please? So, the Pillowman, as big as he was and as fluffy as he was, he'd just go around crying all day long, his house'd be just puddles everywhere, so he decided to do just one final job and that'd be it.

So he went to this place beside this pretty stream that he remembered from a time before I like this bit And he brought a little can of petrol with him, and there was this old weeping willow tree there, and he went under it and he sat and he waited there a while, and there were all these little toys under there, and Say what the toys was.

There was a little car there, and a little toy dog and a kaleidoscope. There was a little toy dog?! Did it yap? Did it what? Anyway, there was a little caravan nearby, and the Pillowman heard the door open and little footsteps come out, and he heard a boy's voice say, "I'm just going out to play, Mum," and the mum said, "Well don't be late for your tea, son.

And the Pillowboy said, "Hello," to the Pillowman, and the Pillowman said, "Hello," to the Pillowboy, and they both played with the toys for a while With the car and the kaleidoscope and the little toy dog what yapped.

But I bet mostly with the little toy dog, ay? And the Pillowman told him all about his sad job and the dead kids and all of that type of stuff, and the little Pillowboy understood instantly 'cos he was such a happy little fella 32 and all he ever wanted to do was to be able to help people, and he poured the can of petrol all over himself and his smiley mouth was still smiling, and the Pillowman, through his gloopy tears, said, "Thank you," to the Pillowboy, and the Pillowboy said, "That's alright.

Will you tell my mummy I won't be having my tea tonight," and the Pillowman said, "Yes, I will," lying, and the Pillowboy struck a match, and the Pillowman sat there watching him burn, and as the Pillowman gently started to fade away, the last thing he saw was the Pillowboy's happy smiley mouth as it slowly melted away, stinking into nothingness.

That was the last thing he saw. The last thing he heard was something he hadn't even contemplated. The last thing he heard was the screams of the hundred thousand children he'd helped to commit suicide coming back to life and going on to lead the cold, wretched lives that were destined to them because he hadn't been around to prevent them, right on up to the screams of their sad self-inflicted deaths, which this time, of course, would be conducted entirely alone.

I don't really get the end bit but, ah, so the Pillowman just faded away? He just faded away, yeah, like he never existed. Into the air. Into wherever. Into Heaven. I like the Pillowman. He's my favourite. Its a bit downbeat, I'll admit. Is your itchy arse alright now?

Oh, it was till you reminded me! Adjusts himself. But I still can't figure it out. Figure what out? Figure out "The Pillowman"?

No, I thought I'd hidden it really well. Hidden what really well? The box with the little boy's toes in it. I thought I'd hidden it really well. I mean, first I'd put it under all my socks and pants in the drawer, which, alright, wasn't very well hid, but then when they started to smell I hid 'em under the dirt in the Christmas tree pot in the attic, 'cos I knew we wouldn't be getting the Christmas tree pot out again for ages.

Like, till Christmas. And that'd give 'em plenty of time to go mouldy. They were already a bit mouldy. Were they mouldy when you saw 'em? Katurian nods, the life drained out of him. They must've used sniffer dogs or some33 thing. Tupolski Ob, almost forgot to mention «Tm the good op, fe the bac cop. The gr wakes up that right A number of applemen are walking up her chest. They hola her mouth open. They lim down her throat.

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Katurin pause There isn't one. Tpolki There is nothing worse? Katurian pause Is there? UUbchuts They tad our mans crime, The fe dains from them ad they valle away in tears Pause highway tan comes along alah. He looks over the rapist ithout much iterest, He sees the old murderer, smashes Inc f his eae ets him fee He comes to our Inuit eage, race bie cime. The highwayman smiles Tightly, Our man stiles back, slighty, The highwayman faves his gus ad shoots hum through the heart.

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Then, one night, ashe sat nursing Hs newest bruises at the foot ofthe wooden bridge that crossed the river and led out of town, he heacd che approach of 2 horse and eart along the dak, cobbled stret and as it neaved he Saw that its driver was dressed inthe darkest of robes the Black hood of which bathed his raga face in shadow and sen a shiver of fear through title boy's body Puring his fear aide the boy took ov the small Sandwich that was to be his supper that nignt and just as the care was about pass onto and over the bridge, he fered i up tothe hooded driver to see if he would like some.

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What ae you doing taking my word aboot anything? Ariel returns, wrapping bis bloodied kend in white bth Katurian Whar have you done to my broser? Tupolsk See, Ariel? What have you done tomy brocher?! Adil Y'know, you being such an upstart and shouting the plas, would usualy have smashed yout face ln by nowt, aut because I've just been doing cha 0 four subnormal brother may hand really hurts o for now I'm ust gong ole you of with avery stem swarming XKaturian Iwan: 10 see my brother Right now Tupoiski You smashed his face in, did you, Arie?

Oh no! Ariel He really surt my hand Tupolski Look your poor hand! Use a runcheon, use a whaddvacall, Your bare hands, Ariel? Tupolski What happened tothe thd chile? Katurian Whae? Pause, Wha third child Ariel So its you and your brother, yeh?

You're close you and your brother? You know who was? Andeea Jovacovie was, You know who she was? Katurian pause. Sitting down Only from she papers Tupolski Only from the papers.

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