Waiting for Godot (2001) - full transcript

That pass the time.

It would have passed in any case.

Yes, but not so rapidly.

What do we do now?

I don't know.

Let's go.

We can't.

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

Ah! Yes.

How they've changed!



Who?

Those two.

That's the idea, let's make
a little conversation.

-Haven't they?
-What?

Changed.

Very likely. They all change.
Only we can't.

Likely! It's certain. Didn't you
see them?

I suppose I did. But I don't
know them.

Yes you do know them.

No I don't know them.

We know them, I tell you.
You forget everything.

Unless they're not the same...

Why didn't they recognize us then?

That means nothing. I too pretended
not to recognize them.



And then nobody ever recognizes us.

Forget it.

What we need? Ow!

Unless they're not the same...

Didi! It's the other foot!

Unless they're not the same...

Mister!

Off we go again.

Approach, my child.

Mister Albert...?

Yes.

What do you want?

Approach!

Approach when you're told, can't you?

What is it?

Mr. Godot...

Obviously...

Approach.

Will you approach!

What kept you so late?

You have a message from Mr. Godot?

Yes Sir.

Well, what is it?

What kept you so late?

Let him alone.

You let me alone.
Do you know what time it is?

It's not my fault, Sir.

And whose is it? Mine?

I was afraid, Sir.

Afraid of what?

Of us?

Answer me!

I know what it is, he was afraid of
the others.

How long have you been here?

A good while, Sir.

You were afraid of the whip?

Yes Sir.

The roars?

Yes Sir.

The two big men.

Yes Sir.

Do you know them?

No Sir.

Are you a native of these parts?

Do you belong to these parts?

Yes Sir.

That's all a pack of lies.
Tell us the truth!

But it is the truth, Sir!

Will you let him alone!
What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with you?

I'm unhappy.

Not really! Since when?

I'd forgotten.

Extraordinary the tricks that
memory plays!

Well?

Mr. Godot?

I've seen you before, haven't I?

I don't know, Sir.

You don't know me?

No Sir.

It wasn't you came yesterday?

No Sir.

This is your first time?

Yes Sir.

Words...

words...

Speak.

Mr. Godot told me to tell you
he won't come this evening?

?but surely tomorrow.

Is that all?

Yes Sir.

You work for Mr. Godot?

Yes Sir.

What do you do?

I mind the goats, Sir.

Is he good to you?

Yes Sir.

He doesn't beat you?

No Sir, not me.

Whom does he beat?

He beats my brother, Sir.

Ah, you have a brother?

Yes Sir.

What does he do?

He minds the sheep, Sir.

And why doesn't he beat you?

I don't know, Sir.

He must be fond of you.

I don't know, Sir.

Does he give you enough to eat?

Does he feed you well?

Fairly well, Sir.

You're not unhappy?

Do you hear me?

Yes Sir.

Well?

I don't know, Sir.

You don't know if you're unhappy
or not?

No Sir.

You're as bad as myself.

Where do you sleep?

In the loft, Sir.

With your brother?

Yes Sir.

In the hay?

Yes Sir.

All right, you may go.

What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?

Tell him...

...tell him you saw us.

You did see us, didn't you?

At last!

What are you doing?

Pale for weariness.

Eh?

Of climbing heaven and gazing
on the likes of us.

Your boots, what are you doing
with your boots?

I'm leaving them there.

Another will come, just as...
as...as me,..

?but with smaller feet, and
they'll make him happy.

But you can't go barefoot!

Christ did.

Christ! What has Christ got
to do with it.

You're not going to compare
yourself to Christ!

All my life I've compared myself
to him.

But where he lived it was warm,
it was dry!

Yes. And they crucified quick.

We've nothing more to do here.

Nor anywhere else.

Ah Gogo, don't go on like that.
Tomorrow everything will be better.

How do you make that out?

Did you not hear what the child said?

No.

He said that Godot was sure to
come tomorrow.

What do you say to that?

Then all we have to do is to
wait on here.

Are you mad? We must take cover.

Come on.

Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.

Come on. It's cold.

Remind me to bring a bit of rope
tomorrow.

Yes. Come on.

How long have we been together
all the time now?

I don't know.

Fifty years perhaps.

Do you remember the day I threw
myself into the Rhone?

We were grape harvesting.

You fished me out.

That's all dead and buried.

My clothes dried in the sun.

There's no good harking back on that.
Come on.

-Wait!
-I'm cold!

Wait!

I sometimes wonder if we wouldn't
have been better off alone,..

...each one for himself.

We weren't made for the same road.

It's not certain.

No!

Nothing is certain.

We can still part, if you think it
would be better.

It's not worthwhile now.

No!

It's not worthwhile now.

Well?

Shall we go?

Yes.

Let's go.

A dog came in?

A dog came in the kitchen
And stole a crust of bread.

Then cook up with a ladle
And beat him till he was dead.

Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb?

Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb

And wrote upon the tombstone
For the eyes of dogs to come:

A dog came in the kitchen
And stole a crust of bread.

Then cook up with a ladle
And beat him till he was dead.

Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb?

Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb?

And dug the dog a tomb . . .

You again!

Come here till I embrace you.

Don't touch me!

Do you want me to go away?

Gogo!

Did they beat you?

Gogo!

Where did you spend the night?

Don't touch me! Don't question me!
Don't speak to me! Stay with me!

- Did I ever leave you?
-You let me go

Look at me.

Will you look at me!

What a day!

Who beat you? Tell me.

Another day done with.

Not yet.

For me it's over and done with,
no matter what happens.

I heard you singing.

That's right, I remember.

That finished me.

I said to myself, He's all alone,
he thinks I'm gone for ever, and he sings.

One is not master of one's moods.

All day I've felt in great form.
I didn't get up in the night, not once!

You see, you piss better when
I'm not there.

I missed you... and at the same
time I was happy.

Isn't that a strange thing?

Happy?

Perhaps it's not quite the right word.

And now?

And now?..There you are again...

There we are again.

There I am again.

You see, you feel worse when
I'm with you. I feel better alone too.

Then why do you always come
crawling back?

I don't know.

No, but I do. It's because you don't
know how to defend yourself.

I wouldn't have let them beat you.

- You couldn't have stopped them.
- Why not?

There was ten of them.

No, I mean before they beat you.

I would have stopped you from doing
whatever it was you were doing.

I wasn't doing anything.

- Then why did they beat you?
- I don't know.

Ah no, Gogo,..

...the truth is there are things
that escape you that don't escape me,..

...you must feel it yourself.

I tell you I wasn't doing anything.

Perhaps you weren't.

But it's the way of doing it
that counts,..

the way of doing it, if you
want to go on living.

But it not enough that.

There you are back and there
i am happy.

I wasn't doing anything.

You must be happy too, deep down,
if you only knew it.

Happy about what?

To be back with me again.

Would you say so?

Say you are, even if it's not true.

What am I to say?

Say, I am happy.

I am happy.

So am I.

So am I.

We are happy.

We are happy.

Well. What do we do now, now
that we are happy?

Wait for Godot.

Oh, yes.

Things have changed here
since yesterday.

And if he doesn't come?

We'll see when the time comes.

I was saying that things have
changed here since yesterday.

Everything oozes.

Look at the tree.

It's never the same pus from
one second to the next.

The tree, look at the tree.

And was it not there yesterday?

Yes of course it was there yesterday.

Do you not remember? We nearly
hanged ourselves from it.

That?s right.

All but hanged ourselves from it.

But you wouldn't. Do you not
remember?

You dreamt it.

Is it possible you've forgotten already?

That's the way I am. Either I forget
immediately or I never forget.

And Pozzo and Lucky, have you
forgotten them too?

Pozzo and Lucky?

He's forgotten everything!

I remember a lunatic who kicked
the shins off me.

Then he played the fool.

That was Lucky.

I remember that. But when was it?

And his keeper, do you not remember him?

- He gave me a bone.
- That was Pozzo.

And all that was yesterday, you say?

Yes of course it was yesterday.

And here where we are now?

Where else do you think?
Do you not recognize the place?

Recognize!

What is there to recognize?

All my lousy life I've crawled
about in the mud! And you talk...

...to me about scenery! Look at this
muckheap! I've never stirred from it!

Calm yourself, calm yourself.

You and your landscapes! Tell me
about the worms!

All the same, you can't tell me
that this bears any resemblance to...

...to the Macon country for example.
You can't deny there's a big difference.

The Macon country! Who's talking
to you about the Macon country?

But you were there yourself,
in the Macon country.

No I was never in the Macon country!

I've puked my puke of a life away here,
I tell you! Here! In the Cackon country!

But we were there together,
I could swear to it!

Picking grapes for a man called...

...can't think of the name of the man,
at a place called...

...can't think of the name of the place,
do you not remember?

Yes. It's possible. I didn't notice anything.

But down there everything is red!

I didn't notice anything, I tell you!

You're a hard man to get on with, Gogo.

It'd be better if we parted.

You always say that and you always
come crawling back.

The best thing would be to kill me,
like the other.

What other?

What other?

Like billions of others.

To every man his little cross.

Till he dies.

And is forgotten.

In the meantime let us try and
converse calmly,..

...since we are incapable of
keeping silent.

You're right, we're inexhaustible.

It's so we won't think.

We have that excuse.

It's so we won't hear.

We have our reasons.

All the dead voices.

They make a noise like wings.

Like leaves.

Like sand.

Like leaves.

They all speak together.

Each one to itself.

Rather they whisper.

They rustle.

They murmur.

They rustle.

What do they say?

They talk about their lives.

To have lived is not enough for them.

They have to talk about it.

To be dead is not enough for them.

It is not sufficient.

They make a noise like feathers.

Like leaves.

Likes ashes.

Like leaves.

Say something!

I'm seeking.

Say anything at all!

What do we do now?

Wait for Godot.

Ah! Yes.

This is awful!

Sing something.

No no!

We could start all over again perhaps.

That should be easy.

It's the start that's difficult.

You can start from anything.

Yes, but you have to decide.

True.

Help me!

I'm seeking.

When you seek you hear.

- You do.
- That prevents you from finding.

- It does.
- That prevents you from thinking.

You think all the same.

No no, it's impossible.

That's the idea, let's contradict
each another.

Impossible.

You think so?

We're in no danger of ever thinking
any more.

Then what are we complaining about?

Thinking is not the worst.

Perhaps not. But at least there's that.

That what?

That's the idea, let's ask each
other questions.

What do you mean, at least there's that?

That much less misery.

True.

Well? If we gave thanks for our mercies?

What is terrible is to have thought.

But did that ever happen to us?

Where are all these corpses from?

These skeletons.

- Tell me that.
- True

We must have thought a little.

At the very beginning.

A charnel-house! A charnel-house!

You don't have to look.

- You can't help looking.
-True

Try as one may.

I beg your pardon?

Try as one may.

We should turn resolutely towards
Nature.

- We've tried that.
-True.

- On it's not the worst, I know.
-What?

To have thought.

Obviously.

But we could have done without it.

Que voulez-vous?

I beg your pardon?

Que voulez-vouz.

Ah! Que voulez-vous.

Exactly.

That wasn't such a bad little canter.

Yes, but now we'll have to find
something else.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Let me see.

- Ah!
- Well?

What was I saying, we could go on
from there.

What were you saying when?

At the very beginning.

The very beginning of WHAT?

This evening... I was saying...

I was saying . . .

I'm not a historian.

Wait...

we embraced... we were happy...

happy . . . what do we do now
that we're happy...

go on waiting . . .

waiting... let me think...
it's coming...

go on waiting . . . now that
we're happy . . .

let me see... ah! The tree!

The tree?

-Do you not remember?
-I'm tired.

Look at it.

I see nothing.

But yesterday evening it was all
pale and bare like a skeleton.

And now it's covered with leaves.

Leaves?

In a single night.

It must be the Spring.

But in a single night!

We weren't here yesterday, I tell you.
Another of your nightmares.

And where were we yesterday evening
according to you?

How would I know? In another compartment.
There's no lack of void.

Good.

We weren't here yesterday evening.
Now what did we do yesterday evening?

Do?

Try and remember.

Do...

...I suppose we blathered.

About what?

Oh . . . this and that I suppose,
nothing in particular.

Yes, now I remember, yesterday
evening we spent blathering...

...about nothing in particular.

That's been going on
now for half a century.

You don't remember any fact,
any circumstance?

Don't torment me, Didi.

The sun. The moon. Do you not
remember?

They must have been there, as usual.

You didn't notice anything out of
the ordinary?

Alas!

And Pozzo? And Lucky?

- Pozzo?
- The bones.

They were like fishbones.

It was Pozzo gave them to you.

I don't know.

And the kick.

That's right, someone gave me a kick.

It was Lucky gave it to you.

And all that was yesterday?

-Show me your leg.
- Which?

Both. Pull up your trousers.

Pull up your trousers.

I can't.

The other.

The other, pig!

There's the wound! Beginning to fester!

And what about it?

Where are your boots?

-I must have thrown them away.
-When?

- I don't know.
- Why?

I don't know why I don't know!

No, I mean why did you throw them away?

Because they were hurting me!

There they are! At the very spot
where you left them yesterday!

They're not mine.

Not yours!

Mine were black. These are brown.

You're sure yours were black?

Well they were a kind of gray.

And these are brown.

Well they're a kind of green.

Show me.

Well of all the?

You see, all that's a lot of bloody?

Ah! I see what it is. Yes, I see
what's happened.

All that's a lot of bloody?

It's elementary. Someone came and
took yours and left you his.

Why?

His were too tight for him,
so he took yours.

But mine were too tight.

For you. Not for him.

I'm tired!

- Let's go.
-We can't

Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

Ah! Yes.

What'll we do, what'll we do!

There's nothing we can do.

But I can't go on like this!

Would you like a radish?

Is that all there is?

There are radishes and turnips.

Are there no carrots?

No. Anyway you overdo it with
your carrots.

Then give me a radish.

It's black!

It's a radish.

I only like the pink ones, you
know that!

Did you not wanted?

I only like the pink ones!

Then give it back to me.

I'll go and get a carrot.

This is becoming really insignificant.

Not enough.

What about trying them.

I've tried everything.

No, I mean the boots.

Would that be a good thing?

- It'd pass the time.
- I assure you, it'd be an occupation.

- A relaxation.
- A recreation.

- A relaxation.
-Try.

- You'll help me?
- I will of course.

We don't manage too badly, eh Didi,
between the two of us?

Yes yes. Come on, we'll try the
left first.

We always find something, eh Didi,
to give us the impression we exist?

Yes yes, we're magicians.

But let us persevere in what we
have resolved, before we forget.

Come on, give me your foot.

The other, hog!

Higher!

Try and walk.

Well?

It fits.

We'll try and lace it.

No no, no laces, no laces!

You'll be sorry.

Let's try the other.

- Well?
- It fits too.

- They don't hurt you?
- Not yet.

-Then you can keep them.
-They're too big.

Perhaps you'll have socks some day.

True.

- Then you'll keep them?
- That's enough about these boots.

Yes, but?

Enough!

I suppose I might as well sit down.

That's where you were sitting
yesterday evening.

If I could only sleep.

Yesterday you slept.

I'll try.

Wait.

Not so loud!

There . . . there . . .

Didi is here... don't be afraid...

There... there... it's all over.

I was falling?

It's all over, it's all over.

I was on top of a?

Don't tell me!

Come, we'll walk it off.

That's enough. I'm tired.

You'd rather be stuck there doing
nothing?

Yes.

Please yourself.

Let's go.

- We can't.
- Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

Ah! Yes.

Can you not stay still?

I'm cold.

We came too soon.

It's always at nightfall.

But night doesn't fall.

It'll fall all of a sudden,
like yesterday.

- Then it'll be night.
- And we can go.

Then it'll be day again. What'll
we do, what'll we do!

Will you stop whining! I've had about
my bellyful of your lamentations!

I'm going.

Well!

Farewell.

Lucky's hat.

I've been here an hour and
never saw it.

Fine!

You'll never see me again.

I knew it was the right place.

Now our troubles are over.

Must have been a very fine hat.

- Here
- What?

Hold that.

How does it fit me?

How would I know?

No, but how do I look in it?

Hideous.

Yes, but not more so than usual?

Neither more nor less.

Then I can keep it.

Mine irked me.

How shall I say?

It itched me.

I'm going.

Will you not play?

Play at what?

We could play at Pozzo and Lucky.

Never heard of it.

I'll do Lucky, you do Pozzo.

Go on.

What am I to do?

Curse me!

Naughty!

Stronger!

Gonococcus! Spirochete!

Tell me to think.

What?

Say, Think, pig!

Think, pig!

I can't.

That's enough of that.

Tell me to dance.

Dance, hog!

I'm going.

I can't!

Gogo!!

There you are again at last!

I'm accursed!

Where were you? I thought you were
gone for ever.

At for arise. They're coming!

- Who?
- I don't know.

- How many?
- I don't know.

It's Godot! At last! Gogo! It's Godot!
We're saved! Let's go and meet him!

Gogo! Come back!

There you are again again!

I'm in hell!

Where were you?

At for arise.

No. Don?t want on a plato.

Served up on a plato.

They're coming there too!

We're surrounded!

Imbecile! There's no way out there.

There! Not a soul in sight!

Off you go! Quick!

You won't?

Well I can understand that.
Wait till I see.

Your only hope left is to disappear.

Where?

Behind the tree.

Quick! Behind the tree.

Decidedly this tree will not have
been the slightest use to us.

I lost my head. Forgive me.
It won't happen again.

Tell me what to do.

There's nothing to do.

You stand there and watch out.

Don't move!

Back to back like in the good
old days.

Do you see anything coming?

What?

Do you see anything coming?

No.

Nor I.

You must have had a vision.

What?

You must have had a vision.

There is no need to shout!

Do you?

Oh pardon!

Carry on.

- No no, after you.
- No no, you first.

I interrupted you.

On the contrary.

Ceremonious ape!

Punctilious pig!

Finish your phrase, I tell you!

Finish your own!

Moron!

That's the idea, let's abuse
each other.

Moron!

Vermin!

Abortion!

Morpion!

Sewer-rat!

Curate!

Cretin!

Crritic!

Now let's make it up.

- Gogo!!
- Didi!!

Your hand!

Take it!

Come to my arms!

Yours arms?

My breast!

Off we go!

How time flies when one has fun!

What do we do now?

While waiting.

While waiting.

We could do our exercises.

Our movements.

Our elevations.

- Our relaxations.
- Our elongations.

- Our relaxations.
- To warm us up.

To calm us down.

Off we go.

That's enough. I'm tired.

We're not in form.

What about a little deep breathing?

I'm tired breathing.

You're right.

Let's just do the tree, for the
balance.

The tree?

Your turn.

Do you think God sees me?

You must close your eyes.

God have pity on me!

And me?

On me! On me! Pity! On me!

What is it?

Who is it?

Is it Godot?

At last! Reinforcements at last!

Help!

Is it Godot?

We were beginning to weaken. Now
we're sure to see the evening out.

Help!

We are no longer alone, waiting
for the night, waiting for Godot,

waiting for...

waiting.

All evening we have struggled,
unassisted. Now it's over.

It's already tomorrow.

Time flows again already.

The sun will set, the moon rise,
and we away... from here.

Pity!

Poor Pozzo!

I knew it was him.

- Who?
- Godot.

But it's not Godot.

It's not Godot?

It's not Godot.

- Then who is it?
- It's Pozzo.

Here! Here! Help me up!

He can't get up.

Let's go.

- We can't.
- Why not?

We're waiting for Godot.

Ah! Yes.

Perhaps he has another bone for you.

- Bone?
- Chicken. Do you not remember?

It was him?

- Yes.
- Ask him.

Perhaps we should help him first.

- To do what?
- To get up.

- He can't get up?
- He wants to get up.

Then let him get up.

- He can't.
- Why not?

I don't know.

We should ask him for the bone first.
Then if he refuses we'll leave him there.

You mean we have him at our mercy?

Yes.

And that we should subordinate
our good offices to certain conditions?

What?

That seems intelligent all right.

But there's one thing I'm afraid of.

What?

That Lucky might get going all of
a sudden. Then we'd be ballocksed.

Lucky??

The one that went for you yesterday.

I tell you there was ten of them.

No, before that, the one that
kicked you.

Is he there?

As large as life.

For the moment he is inert.
But he might run amuck any minute.

Help!

And suppose we gave him a good
beating, the two of us.

You mean if we fell on him in
his sleep?

Yes.

That seems a good idea all right.

But could we do it? Is he really
asleep?

No, the best would be to take advantage
of Pozzo's calling for help?

In anticipation of some tangible return.

And suppose he?

Let us not waste our time in idle
discourse!

Let us do something, while we
have the chance!

It is not every day that we are
needed.

Not indeed that we personally
are needed. Others would meet...

the case equally well, if not better.

To all man kind they were addressed,..

those cries for help still ringing
in our ears!

But at this place, at this
moment of time, all mankind is us,..

Help!

...whether we like it or not.

Let us make the most of it, before
it is too late!

Let us represent worthily for once
the foul brood to which a cruel...

...fate consigned us!

What do you say?

It is true that when with folded
arms we weigh the pros and cons...

we are no less a credit to our species.

The tiger bounds to the help of his
congeners without the least reflection,..

...or else he slinks away
into the depths of the thickets.

But that is not the question.

What are we doing here, that
is the question.

And we are blessed in this, that
we happen to know the answer.

Yes, in this immense confusion
one thing alone is clear.

We are waiting for Godot to come?

Ah! Yes.

Or for night to fall.

We have kept our appointment and
that's an end to that.

We are not saints, but we have kept
our appointment.

How many people can boast as much?

Billions.

- You think so?
- I don't know.

You may be right.

Help!

All I know is that the hours are long,
under these conditions,..

...and constrain us to beguile
them with proceedings which

?how shall I say?

which may at first sight seem
reasonable,..

...until they become a habit.

You may say it is to prevent our
reason from foundering.

No doubt.

But has it not long been straying
in the night without...

end of the abyssal depths?

That's what I sometimes wonder.

You follow my reasoning?

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

Help! I'll pay you!

How much?

- A pound!
- It's not enough.

I wouldn't go so far as that.

You think it's enough?

No, I mean so far as to assert
that I was weak in the head,..

when I came into the world.

But that is not the question.

Two pounds!

- We wait.
- We are bored.

No, don't protest, we are bored to
death, there's no denying it.

Good.

A diversion comes along and
what do we do?

We let it go to waste.

Come, let's get to work!

In an instant all will vanish...

and we'll be alone once more,
in the midst of nothingness!

Two pounds!

We're coming!

What's the matter with you all?

Help!

I'm going.

Don't leave me!

Where am I?

Gogo!

Help!

Help!

I'm going.

Help me up first, then we'll go
together.

You promise?

I swear it!

And we'll never come back again?

Never!

We'll go to the Pyrenees.

Wherever you like.

I've always wanted to wander
in the Pyrenees.

You'll wander in them.

Who farted?

Pozzo!

Here! Here! Pity!

It's revolting!

- Quick! Give me your hand!
- I'm going.

I'm going.

Well I suppose in the end I'll
get up by myself.

In the fullness of time.

What's the matter with you?

Go to hell.

- Are you staying there?
- For the time being.

Come on, get up, you'll catch
a chill.

Don't worry about me.

Come on, Didi, don't be pig-headed!

Pull!

Help!

We've arrived.

Who are you?

We are men.

Oh sweet mother earth!

Can you get up?

I don't know.

Try.

Not now, not now.

What happened?

Will you stop it, you! Pest!

He can think of nothing but himself!

What about a little snooze?

Did you hear him? He wants to
know what happened!

Don't mind him. Sleep.

- Pity!
- What?

- Pity!
- What is it?

It's this bastard Pozzo at it again.

Make him stop it. Kick him in
the crotch.

Will you stop it! Crablouse!

LUCKY!

He's off!

LUCKY!

He's down!

What do we do now?

Perhaps I could crawl to him.

Ow Yeah!

Call to him.

Pozzo!

Pozzo!

Together.

Pozzo! Pozzo!

We can try him with other names.

It'd be amusing.

What'd be amusing?

To try him with other names,
one after the other.

It'd pass the time. And we'd be
bound to hit on the right...

...one sooner or later.

I tell you his name is Pozzo.

We'll soon see.

Abel! Abel!

Help!

Got it in one!

I begin to weary of this motif.

Perhaps the other is called Cain.

Cain! Cain!

Help!

He's all humanity.

Look at the little cloud.

Where?

There. In the zenith.

Well? What is there so wonderful
about it?

Let's pass on now to something else,
do you mind?

I was just going to suggest it.

But to what?

Suppose we got up to begin with?

No harm trying.

Child's play.

Simple question of will-power.

And now?

Help!

- Let's go.
- We can't.

- Why not?
- We're waiting for Godot.

Ah! Yes.

What'll we do,..

...what'll we do!

Help!

What about helping him?

- What does he want?
- He wants to get up.

- Why doesn't he?
- He wants us to help him get up.

Why don't we? What are we waiting for?

He is doing it on purpose.

We must hold him.

Feeling better?

Who are you?

Do you not recognize us?

I am blind.

- Blind?
- Perhaps he can see into the future.

Blind? Since when?

I used to have wonderful sight?

Expand! Expand!

Let him alone.

Can't you see he's thinking of
the days when he was happy.

Memoria praeteritorum bonorum?

That must be unpleasant.

Quite wonderful!

I'm asking you if it came on you
all of a sudden.

I woke up one fine day as blind
as Fortune.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm not
still asleep.

And when was that?

I don't know.

But no later than yesterday?

Don't question me!

The blind have no notion of time.

The things of time are hidden
from them too.

Well just fancy that!

I could have sworn it was just
the opposite.

Where is my menial?

He's about somewhere.

Why doesn't he answer when I call?

I don't know.

He seems to be sleeping.

Perhaps he's dead.

- Go and see is he hurt.
- We can't leave you.

You needn't both go.

- You go.
-Me?

After what he did to me?
Never!

Yes, yes let your friend go,
he stinks so.

What is he waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

I'm waiting for Godot.

What exactly should he do?

Well to begin with he should
pull on the rope,..

as hard as he likes so long as
he doesn't strangle him.

He usually responds to that.

If not...

...he should give him a taste
of his boot,..

...in the face and the privates
as far as possible.

You see, you've nothing to be
afraid of.

It's even an opportunity to
revenge yourself.

And if he defends himself?

No no,..

...he never defends himself.

I'll come flying to the rescue.

Don't take your eyes off me.

Make sure he's alive before
you start.

No point in exerting yourself
if he's dead.

He's breathing.

Then let him have it.

The brute!

What's gone wrong now?

My friend has hurt himself.

- And Lucky?
- So it is he?

- What?
- It is Lucky?

I don't understand.

And you are Pozzo?

Certainly...

...I am Pozzo.

The same as yesterday?

Yesterday?

We met yesterday.

Do you not remember?

I don't remember having met anyone
yesterday.

But tomorrow I won't remember
having met anyone today.

So don't count on me to enlighten you.

But?

Enough!

Up pig!

You were bringing him to the fair
to sell him.

You spoke to us.

He danced.

He thought.

You had your sight.

As you please.

Let me go!

Up!

He is getting up!

It better.

He is picking up bags.

Now is all said.

Whip!

Where do you go from here?

None of my business.

How changed you are?

Whip!

Rope!

What is there in the bag?

Sand.

On!

Don't go yet.

I'm going.

What do you do when you fall
far from help?

We wait till we can get up.

Then we go on.

On!

Before you go...

...tell him to sing.

- Who?
- Lucky.

- To sing?
- Yes

Or to think.

Or to recite.

But he is dumb.

Dumb!

Dumb. He can't even groan.

Dumb!

Since when?

Have you not done tormenting me
with your accursed time!

It's abominable!

When!

When!

One day, is that not enough for you,..

...one day any like other day
one day he went dumb,..

?one day I went blind,

one day we'll go deaf, one day
we were born, one day we shall die,..

the same day,..

the same second,

is that not enough for you?

They give birth astride of a grave,..

...the light gleams an instant,..

...then it's night once more.

On!

Why will you never let me sleep?

I felt lonely.

I was dreaming I was happy.

That passed the time.

- I was dreaming that?
- Don't tell me!

I wonder is he really blind.

Blind?

Who?

What want truly blind say had
no notion of time.

But who?

Pozzo.

Is he blind?

So he said.

You dreamt it.

It seemed to me he saw us.

Let?s go.

We can?t.

Ah! Yes.

Are you sure it wasn't him?

- Who?
- Godot.

- But who?
- Pozzo.

Not at all!

Not at all!

Not at all!

I suppose I might as well get up.

I don't know what to think any more.

Didi my feet!

Help me!

Was I sleeping,..

...while the others suffered?

Am I sleeping now?

Tomorrow, when I wake,..

...or think I do.

What shall I say of today?

That with Estragon my friend,
at this place, until the fall of night,

I waited for Godot?

That Pozzo passed, with his carrier,
and that he spoke to us?

Verovatno.

But in all that what truth will
there be?

He'll know nothing.

He'll tell me about the blows
he received and I'll give him a carrot.

Astride of a grave and a difficult
birth.

Down in the hole, lingeringly,
the grave digger puts on the forceps.

We have time to grow old.

The air is full of our cries.

But habit is a great deadener.

At me too someone is looking,..

...of me too someone is saying,..
He is sleeping,..

...he knows nothing, let him sleep on.

I can't go on!

What have I said?

Mister...

Mister Albert...

Off we go again.

Do you not recognize me?

No Sir.

It wasn't you came yesterday.

No Sir.

This is your first time.

Yes Sir.

You have a message from Mr. Godot.

Yes Sir.

He won't come this evening.

No Sir.

But he'll come tomorrow.

Yes Sir.

Without fail.

Yes Sir.

Did you meet anyone?

No, Sir.

Two other men?

I didn't see anyone, Sir.

What does he do,..

...Mr. Godot?

Do you hear me?

Yes Sir.

Well?

He does nothing, Sir.

How is your brother?

He's sick, Sir.

Perhaps it was he came yesterday.

I don't know, Sir.

Has he a beard, Mr. Godot?

Yes Sir.

Fair... or black?

Or...

Or red?

I think it's white, Sir.

Christ have mercy on us!

What am I to tell Mr. Godot, Sir?

Tell him...

tell him you saw me and that...

...that you saw me.

You're sure you saw me,..

...you won't come and tell me
tomorrow that you never saw me!

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

I'm going.

So am I.

Was I long asleep?

I don't know.

Where shall we go?

Not far.

Oh yes, let's go far away from here.

We can't.

Why not?

We have to come back tomorrow.

What for?

To wait for Godot.

Ah Yes!

He didn't come?

No.

And now it's too late.

Yes,..

now it's night.

And if we dropped him?

If we dropped him?

He'd punish us.

Everything's dead but the tree.

What is it?

It's the tree.

But what kind?

I don't know.

A willow.

Let?s go.

Why don't we hang ourselves?

With what?

You haven't got a bit of rope?

No.

Then we can't.

Let's go.

Wait, there's my belt.

It's too short.

You could hang onto my legs.

And who'd hang onto mine?

True.

Show me all the same.

It might do in a pinch.

But is it strong enough?

We'll soon see.

Not worth a curse.

You say we have to come back tomorrow?

Yes.

Then we can bring a good bit of rope.

Yes.

Didi?

Yes.

I can't go on like this.

That's what you think.

If we parted? That might be better
for us.

We'll hang ourselves tomorrow.

Unless Godot comes.

And if he comes?

We'll be saved.

Well?

Shall we go?

Pull on your trousers.

- What?
- Pull on your trousers.

You want me to pull off my trousers?

Pull ON your trousers.

Ah Yes!

Well?

Shall we go?

Yes.

Let's go.