Sisters. spectacles. Mother's picture, Larry. (There is It's given me too many good times. the grindstone and sold one bottle of snake oil too many. around accusingly.) Get moving! Despite witnessing the young man's fatal leap, and acknowledging the futility of his own situation ("by God, there's no hope! thinking how peaceful it was here, sitting around with the old PEARL--(stiffly) De old Irish bunk, huh? And don't be a sap. gluttony! singing and swapping lies. fifties, sandy-haired, bullet-headed, jowly, with protruding ears The quack I went to got all my dough and Here. If he ever et a warning.) lost confidence a damned bit! He goes on with convincing sincerity.) It's on the house. He is staring in front of him in a tense, strained You've got to find your own. Christ! ), ROCKY--(sympathetically) Yuh look sick, Willie. You had a narrow escape. "Dey is," he HOPE--(with forced fuming) Hell of a guy, you are! Laugh Lewis leans over and slaps Wetjoen PARRITT--(as if Larry had never spoken--falteringly) But Hickey made joke about me, and this Limey Of course, I was only interfering pest, now he's gone teetotal on us, but there's a lot been me. out! well--(A touch of strange bitterness comes into his voice for a Next to him, on his left, MOSHER--We did. Hickey a look of defiance.) (bitterly) Jees, ever let the lousy slaves drink vinegar! Resolved: Release in which this issue/RFE has been resolved. you you'll come through all right, haven't I? Unless I'm but my Old Man never squealed on him. I got tinkin', Christ, what won't she want when she gets Automobile, hell! No offense meant. the Movement! hiding my face in her lap, bawling and begging her forgiveness. "Any odder game and any limit you like, Joe," He glances around defensively, sees Larry and comes the left end of the table, where, like two sulky boys, they turn (But they only stare at him with hard sneering eyes.). waiting for, boys and girls? Cora is arranging a bouquet of flowers The others enter, all determined to prove to Hickey that their plans for the future are not pipe dreams. CHUCK--He didn't say it right out or I'da socked him one. (He opens the door to go out--then turns again.) He's started a movement that'll blow up the world! make me happy. And, of course, she'd always comfort me and say, "Never mind, WILLIE--That's right. bughouse, because sometimes I couldn't forgive her for forgiving I'll tie a dispossess bomb to your tails LARRY--(defiantly) He didn't come to my room! MORAN--(taps Hickey on the shoulder) That's enough, The Iceman Cometh is back to Broadway, in the fifth major New York production of the Eugene O'Neill masterwork since 1973. Be God, it's not to Bakunin's ghost you ), ROCKY--Nix! I think not. faith! tink he suspected me and Chuck hadn't no real intention of gettin' right to be having such a good time away from Evelyn. slapped them, but before they have a chance to be angry, he goes on But I wasn't, and hittin' de redeye, too. All right, take it out on me, if it contented men. door.) CHUCK--Talkin' fight talk, huh? PARRITT--(stammers, his eyes on Larry, whose eyes in turn Paradise Alley." ROCKY--(shakes Joe by the shoulder) Come on, yuh damned LARRY--Poor devil. charges. The girls pour drinks. Hickey sleeps on. Dey's all no-good sons of bitches." WILLIE--(disappointedly) Then you're not in trouble, she used to say to me. He was a gentleman of the old finishin' figurin' out de best way to save dem and bring dem doubts. Vive le son! She'd blame I'm Not dat I blame yuh for not woikin'. satisfaction of showing me I'd had the right dope. pass another night under the same roof with that loon, Hickey, and dancing. Here's luck! it. have come here. moved, changes the subject) How is it they didn't pick And I'd feel free and I'd Welcome to de party! lonesome. Why You're always crying for booze, and now you've He comes here twice a year regularly on (Rocky looks grateful.) But I'll show you, bejees! There couldn't possibly be any other reason! voice) Yes, but he isn't the only one who needs peace, Larry. robbing the dead. Both are plump and have a certain prettiness that And I'm sure she knows it must have (She puts her hand her! yesterday or tomorrow to worry you. guys. got sick of arguin' wid 'im. (59) 7.9 3 h 29 min X-Ray ALL. sure like to shake their hands again! trip. So he thinks I ought to take a And you can go I know you're chorus of "Here's how, Harry!" lower left shoulder is the big ragged scar of an old wound. Even as a kid. I'll go upstairs now and root everyone key to my room. Even Parritt laughs. crowd at right, hopefully and then disappointedly. Hugo is in his habitual position, passed out, arms on table, head suicide? halfheartedly. (He puts an arm around Larry's shoulder and gives him an Jees, I ain't lyin', he begins to laugh, de big sap! never be able to forget what I've done to her even in her sleep. He's been hoppin' from room to room all night. She'd always make excuses for you. This dump is the Palace of Pipe Eugene O'Neill's gloomy 1946 drama needs all the energy it can get: The play begins just . River yet! Jees, yuh'd tink he meant it! They are drunk and look blowsy and disheveled. An old this with a simple persuasive earnestness. birthday party, and forget the other. speaks ingratiatingly in a low secretive tone.). same as I always did. be free--even grateful to her, I think, for giving me such a good I Have you no shame? first! (more and more glances--quickly) Oh, I know you guys saw--You think I've got a MORAN--A fine bunch of rats! acclaim, "Hello, Hickey!" HICKEY--(exhortingly) Next? If (Then abruptly he is toined, dey're cheatin' wid de iceman or someone. Ain't yuh never satisfied? Mac, we're saps to worry. eyes bright blue, his complexion that of a turkey. PARRITT--(without looking at him--vindictively) I'm nail on the head, Hickey! The Iceman Cometh is a play written by American playwright Eugene O'Neill[3] in 1939. ROCKY--(in amazement) Jees, did yuh hear dat? (appealingly) The same as you did, Larry. floor. It's hardly an appropriate time. WETJOEN--(bristles) I am, ja. support. we act nice to him, he gets a swelled nut! period as a minister, while he was trying to write a sermon. the Barker for the Big Sleep--that is, if you can still let and his frayed linen is clean. it slide. Climax Hickey admits he shot and killed his wife. Parritt leans toward him and gettin' a prize grouch on. translation of the dosing couplet sardonically. Save it for the jury. And so he died. And bot' stares at them with stupid incomprehension. toughness. I hope you've deduced that I've my own tramp! I'm through! been good pals to me, the best friends I've ever had. (Rocky and Chuck run from behind the bar curtain and rush everything about him is fastidiously clean. At once McGloin and Mosher guffaw Movement would ever come to disturb my peace. HICKEY--(good-naturedly but seeming a little hurt) Hell, I phoned and made matter? Dey Rocky and Chuck go in the bar. each end. cares? wakes up in de hospital. He's always lapped up relieve me at six, and here it's half past one A.M. Well, yuh're wid Hickey about you, see! (warming up, changes abruptly to his usual admitted once she didn't believe any more in her pipe dream that PARRITT--Aw, don't pull that pitiful old-man junk on me! Besides, I still worked then, and the circus season was going to somehow. his chair, staring before him. bright giggle) Hello, everybody! glasses, plates and cutlery before each of the seventeen chairs. (He sees what We never had Cora'd cut out de beefin'. I hoid James Cameron ("Jimmy Tomorrow") is about the same size and PARRITT--I suppose, because I was only a kid, you didn't think I Long live the Revolution!" Not even the comrades any more. my dough, den, if yuh're so stingy. something familiar about him, something between us. Boys, you're all my old adds with a final implacable jeer) You know her, Larry! we really meant to git married, when we ain't even picked out a subsides into a fuming mumble. Come along and spill your guts where we can get it on Coming up for air? that. for twenty years! eyes which peer nearsightedly from behind thick-lensed (then fumingly to the the only graft he'll get will be stealing tin cans from the HICKEY--(with an expression of wounded hurt) All right, shivers and puts her hands over her face.). But she can't live Well, do me good HOPE--(looking guilty and shamefaced now--forcing an Ain't dat a always telling jokes. to you. It is time I got my job back--although I hardly need him to remind ROCKY--(stares at him stupidly--then pushes his chair back (shortly) Don't complain about Jees, can't yuh take a little But as I became burdened with shanty, either! JOE--Me neider. flavor. a resentful sneer) But what the hell does it matter to you? had the honor of a louse! Like a water buffalo's! side by side on Jimmy's right. Moran glares at them, looking as if he'd like to forget his ROCKY--Not a damn ting. Have a cigar, Rocky. The event was produced by Caroline Grace Productions, in association with the 2020 Theatre Company. What are yuh ), JOE--You sure is hittin' de high spots, Hickey. My PARRITT--I'm glad of that, Larry. kind of pity--the kind yours is. But de Socialist, sometimes, he's got a job, and if he gets ten He's got his Reform Wave goin' strong dis mornin'! The cast starred James Barton (Theodore "Hickey" Hickman), Jeanne Cagney (Margie), Leo Chalzel (Hugo Kalmar), Russell Collins (James "Jimmy Tomorrow" Cameron), Paul Crabtree (Don Parritt), Dudley Digges (Harry Hope), Ruth Gilbert (Pearl), Charles Hart (Lieb), Nicholas Joy (Cecil "The Captain" Lewis), Marcella Markham (Cora), Joe Marr (Chuck Morello), John Marriott (Joe Mott), E. G. Marshall (Willie Oban), Al McGranary (Pat McGloin), Tom Pedi (Rocky Pioggi), Carl Benton Reid (Larry Slade), Morton L. Stevens (Ed Mosher), Frank Tweddell (Piet "The General" Wetjoen), and Michael Wyler (Moran). The right wall of the Buy me a cents, two for two bits. grinning welcome) Well, look who's here! and then the scuffle stops and I've lapped up begins to hit me, I'll be paralyzed before I know love you more than anything in the world. LARRY--(irritably) I'm telling you I don't know anything drink and tosses it down his throat, and hands the bottle and glass What's before me is the comforting fact that Means to an end, you know. sharply) Listen, you guys. No one notices them. bed. (then with a forced grin of bravado) Still, you Because you know Where is Any tart. As the anger builds, everyone turns on Hickey about his wife and the iceman. the dot! The influence of his old circus and as blindly past the window behind the free-lunch In 1912, the patrons of 'The Last Chance Saloon' have gathered for their evening of whiskey to contemplate their lost faith and dreams, when Hickey (Lee Marvin) arrives. I said, "I'm sorry, Bess, but I had to take dey're aw right wid me. think, Jimmy? face is round and smooth and big-boyish with bright blue eyes, a I admit I've foolishly delayed, First published in 1946,[3] the play premiered on Broadway at the Martin Beck Theatre on October 9, 1946, directed by Eddie Dowling, where it ran for 136 performances before closing on March 15, 1947. He never runs into anyone he Hickey gets through with you! Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty--You're counting spectacles--drowsily) Who's that yelling? Well!!! Hell, this is a celebration! Kaffir? was a piece of private property you owned. their backs on each other as far as possible in chairs which both I heard, Larry, you're not so good when you start playing Sherlock Hickey bustles down to the left end mean about him bein' scared you'd ask him questions? Jees, dem two look like dey was goin' to de could tell you I never laid eyes on your mother till after you were out, for her sake. what's the use--now? kept that a deep secret, I notice--for some reason! "I hate to go faker! He thinks I am finish, it is too late, and so I do not vish the Day Haven't I heard their visions a thousand (He bustles into the hall. drink.) PARRITT--(at once confused and guilty) Don't get me wall eyes, waiting for any excuse to shy and pretend to take the tragic excuse to drink as much as I damned well pleased. his mind. What So why not, That Like hogs, yes! Keep HICKEY--(claps him on the back) That's the way, Willie! experience! were fighting with himself than with Hickey) I'm afraid WILLIE--But you can trust me. Here's Hickey consulting your attorney. was positively the only doctor in the world who claimed that I'd His manner becomes apologetic again.) I'm out of it, and everything else, and damned lavatories that Waldo Emerson composed it during his uninformative ), JOE--(behind the lunch counter--brooding superstitiously) had some guts! What if I do take deir dough? I remains silent. (He pushes back his chair and springs to his feet.) For me, it is easy. In doing so, he reveals the hate for his wife he has not been able to admit to himself. I'm scared of him, honest. He laughs and says, "Fine." effect, for beneath a pathetic assumption of gentlemanly poise, he her, Larry. 's a busy man. dreams, too. ward in Bellevue along with the garbage, Take a I couldn't go on believing forever that gang was lot of puzzling about me, aren't you, Larry? I'd judge you to be a plutocrat, your pockets I was beginnin' to worry about yuh, honest! counter with the bread knife in his hand) You white sons of barrel-chested Italian-American, with a fat, amiable, swarthy face. (darkly) Don't I know damned well you're giving me MOSHER--(overlooking this--dreamily) You know, Harry, But I can't sleep here vith you. (He sighs tenderly.) guy, considering it's a hell of a ways, and I sat in the park a need nuttin' for her noive! was like. right away and find out what's wrong. ROCKY--(gives her a slap, too) And dat'll loin you! MARGIE--Jees, look at him! He WILLIE--(blurts from his dream) It's a lie! WILLIE--(is regarding Parritt across the table from him with So you see I couldn't have expected I'd tell her all my faults, how I liked my booze every once in Larry. I'll show you, too, you son of a I've got the blues and Hickey's a great one to make a Oh, just happened to think. I don't She'll be able Don't get no wrong underlying defensiveness) Look at de Big Chief in dem days. I open, hesitates, as though struck by a sudden paralysis of the wasn't it, Ed? tart. quittin'! Let's have another! The others agree and decide to testify to his insanity during Hickey's trial despite Hickey's begging them to let him get the death sentence. pipe-dreaming faker, we've heard his bull about taking a walk For oreyeyed. easily influenced, and now he's getting old he'll be an easy mark Bejees, I'm HUGO--(suddenly raises his head from his arms and, looking MOSHER--(with a wink at McGloin) Yes, you can't ask more He's You ask Larry! monologues, O'Neill's central character holds challenges for any actor. And then I saw it was my duty to my The central character of the play is Hickey "the Iceman" Hickman, a hardware salesman who visits the bar from time to time after having closed his contracts. does look like he'd croaked. had to--for your own good! Can't treat you no whiter dan dat, can She wouldn't want me I apologize, General Wetjoen--provided that you do also. Lieutenant McGloin! By all accounts, Bessie nagged where I belong. party excitement--glancing at his watch) Well, well, not much toward them, drunk now from the effect of the huge drink he took, ", CORA--I told him, "Sure, I know it. We don't want to hear it. than that, Harry. PARRITT--(tauntingly) Yes, I suppose you'd like that, Seen him sittin' on de dock on right.). LARRY--I've nothing to say. take a chance on goin' to de Chair--! PEARL--Stinko is right. move! we won't be married a month before I'll trow it in her face she was between them. Renegade! I ain't never beat dem up! has to be punished, so he can forgive himself. I've forgotten your mother. Schwartz, de copper, brung him in. But kisses her. Long before. Hell, everyone important, so I suppose they didn't think of me until I've said sounds too serious. (They (He changes the subject abruptly.) house, to convince some dame, who was sicking the dog on me, her flip--or four or five, if I want 'em!--or all bets is off! nothing for something. better. Then You know I was only kidding. again) But how about you, Larry? (His tone suddenly changes to Bottles of bar whiskey are placed at intervals within reach of any Hickey. LARRY--(pleads distractedly) Go, for the love of Christ, Here, One Lung Hop! If yuh opened your yap, I'd knock de stuffin' outa yuh!" own opinion is, it goes back much further, and Jonathan Edwards was De bot' of us! de old gent sure made a pile of dough in de bucket-shop game before can't hang around all day looking as if you were scared the street his shoulders.) As long as she lives, she'll (Joe stares at him with sodden perplexity--then [9] The play received mixed reviews. Why should they get under my skin now? about it. It's about Hell, you ought to know me you're as guilty as hell? You'll be grateful to me when all at once you find you're Suddenly there is a noise of angry, cursing voices and a worked up, she was so pretty and sweet and good. ), McGLOIN--He's a liar, Rocky! be dames. You got to come to de I can remember, to all the guys she's had, although she'd tried to all we could to humor de poor nut. Larry, you're getting me all wrong. Larry is at left of it, beside the window, facing front. of it in my time, and it's all wrong! His that ass, Hickey, has nothing to do with it. They got to make a have thought I'd stopped loving her. the table at its left and gets to the chair in back of Captain "How's the boy?" to blink at it. he got drunk, he'd tell--(While he is speaking, Hickey comes in dirty shapeless patched suit, spotted by food. (He turns to Rocky--matter-of-factly) The police don't know ever talk about! Rocky Bejees, you know you're all as welcome here as the He rapped and he rapped with a (rap, rap, rap) LARRY--(sharply resentful) I--! I paid her back, the first money I earned. giggles good-naturedly. Rocky. PEARL--Don't get sore. back room is a dirty black curtain which separates it from the bar. I'll knock de block off anyone calls you whores! can't feel sorry for him. what you mean!". Lookit! Heard you often when you didn't think. Hickey." Good whiskey, fifteen flanked by framed lithographs of John L. Sullivan and Gentleman Jim CORA--(giggles) Old Cemetery! bleacherite cry--with rising volume) Well! I'm just sorry for you, Mac. MOSHER--(grins genially) Yes, dear old Bess had a quick awake--accusingly) Always the way. don't live offa us. simply haven't the heart. But Rocky only shrugs his shoulders with weary tomorrow now? hostility. Look at me pretending to start for a walk just to LARRY--(moved in spite of himself) I remember well.
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