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Resurrection Blues
Book: Resurrection Blues Read Online Free
Author: Arthur Miller
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Venezuela was Jeep.
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    EMILY: Right!—No!—Jeep was the Himalayas.
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    SKIP: Himalayas was Alka Seltzer, dear.
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    EMILY: Oh right, that gorgeous bubbling fountain.
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    SKIP: I think the bubbling fountain was Efferdent in Chile.
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    EMILY, closing her eyes in anguish: God, what a mush it all is! Looking out again . Human beings don’t deserve this world. Spreading out her arms . I mean look at this! Look at this glory! ... And look at us.
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    The Captain enters.
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    CAPTAIN: Everything is fine?
    SKIP: Beautiful, thank you very much, Captain. Our crew will be arriving shortly . . .
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    CAPTAIN: We will help them up . . .
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    Important news.
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    Mr. Schultz is already arriving.
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    EMILY: Mr. Schultz?
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    CAPTAIN: Very famous; his company is making the medicine for the feet.
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    EMILY AND SKIP, uncomprehending: Ah!
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    EMILY: Oh!—athlete’s foot!
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    CAPTAIN: And for the ears . . . to remove the wax.
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    SKIP: Really. And what connection does he have with . . . ?
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    CAPTAIN: He is cousin to General Barriaux . . . very important. A wide gesture front . This is the perfect scenery, no?—for the crucifixion?
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    EMILY, laughs: For the what?
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    SKIP: Thank you, Captain . . .
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    CAPTAIN: Yes! I must go down; I am speaking English?
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    SKIP: Oh yes, you speak very well.
    CAPTAIN: How you say “lunch”?
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    SKIP: Lunch? Well . . . lunch.
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    CAPTAIN: We also. You say lunch and we say lunch.
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    EMILY: That’s really remarkable.
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    CAPTAIN, pleased with himself: Thank you, Madame.
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    He leaves.
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    EMILY: That wonderful?—a great spot for a crucifixion!
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    SKIP, empty laugh: Yes . . . Darling, what exactly did Atcheson tell you?
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    Captain reenters with Henri.
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    CAPTAIN: Ah, here is Mr. Schultz!! To Henri: Here is our director!
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    HENRI, to Emily and Skip: How do you do?
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    CAPTAIN: I am honored, sir. My wife and daughter are taking “Schultz’s” every month!
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    HENRI, trying to get back to Emily: . . . Thank you, but I have very little to do with the company anymore.
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    CAPTAIN: You also have very good pills for the malaria.
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    HENRI, turning to Skip: I am Henri Schultz . . .
    EMILY: Emily Shapiro. Director. This is my producer, Mr. Cheeseboro. We’re making a commercial up here.
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    HENRI: So I understand. I believe the General will be coming up; I have something I’d like to say to you both if you have a moment . . .
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    EMILY: We’re just laying out possible backgrounds . . . Turning to Skip . . . . Although I still haven’t been told what exactly we’re shooting . . .
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    SKIP: . . . May I ask your involvement, sir? Or should I know?
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    HENRI: Well let me see—my involvement, I suppose, is my concern for the public peace or something in that line.
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    SKIP: I don’t understand.—If you mean good taste, Miss Shapiro has given the world some of its most uplifting commercial images. And luckily, the beauty of this location practically cries out for a . . . ah . . .
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    HENRI: A crucifixion, yes. But if you can give me five minutes, I’d like to speak to you about . . .
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    EMILY: What is he talking about?
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    SKIP, to Henri, walking her away: Excuse us, please. To Emily : What exactly did Atcheson tell you?
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    EMILY: Practically nothing.—Phoned from his limo and said to get my crew right over to Kennedy and the company jet and you’d fill me in when I got here . . .
    SKIP: That’s all?
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    EMILY: Wait a minute—yes; he sort of mentioned some kind of execution, but I didn’t get the product . . .—What is it, somebody making an execution movie, is that it? And I grab some footage?
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    HENRI: Candidly, I wouldn’t rule out a certain danger . . .
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    SKIP: There is no danger whatsoever; they have troops all over the mountain.
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    CAPTAIN: . . . Everything is
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