SCENE 11
VOICE-OVER of the mob
RICHIS comes in and carefully puts Laura’s nightgown and hair onto the table and stands and stares at them. The he shrugged his shoulders, goes to the window and listens the mob’s screaming.
RICHIS – They disgust me… their joy of anticipation … their feverish interest to see the evidences of crime, to see the culprit and his victims…No, I don’t want to see the trial and join their disgusting and obscene procession of sensation seekers filing past the cell of the condemned man.
(He goes to the table again and touches the night gown)
… Sorry, my little one…I disgust myself for be not able to protect you…I so disgust myself…You see, I so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at myself, that I cant even weep…
…Your murderer…He is not a human being…I don’t want to see him until the execution, when he would be laid on the cross and the 12 blows crashed down upon him…Then I would want to see him, want to see him from up close, I want to climb up to the bloody scaffold and crouch next to him, keeping watch, by night, by day, for however long I have to, and look into the eyes of this man, the murderer of my daughter, and drop by drop to trickle the disgust within him into those eyes, to pour out my disgust like burning acid over the man in his death agonies – until the beast perished…
…And after that? What would I do after that? I don’t know. Perhaps resume my normal life, perhaps I’ll get married, perhaps I will have a son, perhaps I’ll do nothing at all, perhaps die. It makes no difference whatever to me. To think about it seems to me as pointless as to think about what I could do after my own death: nothing, of course…
(He leaves)
VOICE-OVER of the mob
MUSIC
(People take the table away and rearranging the stage as for execution.
People hurry across the stage speaking about Grenouille’s crime.
After them two officers leading Grenouille from one wing to another.
Finally the executioner with an iron rod and etc crosses the stage.)
VOICE-OVER of the mob becomes louder and louder and suddenly cut off on its peak.
SILENCE.
1 VOICE – No!!! It’s not him!
2 VOICE – Stop it! He could not possibly be a murderer!
3 VOICE – Stop it! Release him!
1 VOICE – Let him free!
2 VOICE – He is an innocent man!
3 VOICE – He is a saint!
Grenouille comes in and people follow him on their knees.
1 – Miracle! Miracle!
2 – How great is the Lord!
3 – Oh how small and petty we were!
4 – We who were spoken his anathema!
5 – Oh, what presumption!
6 – Oh, what a lack of faith!
1 – The lord had performed a miracle!
2 – We love you Grenouille!
3 – Please, forgive us Grenouille!
4 – Praise the Lord for his miracle!
5 – Long live Grenouille!
6 – He is our Saviour!
People press Grenouille against the wall. He sprinkles them with some perfume. They instantly are falling in the state of exaltation.
ALL – Love! Love! We love you! Love! Love! Lets love each other!
They are continue their exclamations and starting the sexual orgy.
RICHES – (on his knees) – Forgive me, my son, my dear son, forgive me! Please, stay with me! I have lost a daughter, but I want to gain you as my son. You’re very much like her. You are beautiful like her, your mouth, your hair, your hand … I want to hold your hand all the time! When I look into your eyes, it’s as if she is looking at me. You are her brother, and I want you to become my son, my friend, my pride and joy, my heir! Will you? Will you? I love you! You have made me very, very happy!
Grenouille nods and sprinkles more perfume over the people.
ALL – We are happy! We love you! We love you! We want you! We want your flesh! Give us you flesh! Give us your soul! Give us entire yourself!
They are attack Grenouille; drag him from the corner and finally overcrowding him, throwing in the air parts of his costume and body.
RICHES rushes to them – My son! My son! He is mine! Give him to me!
He throws people around. They are scattering around the stage.
SILENCE
PAUSE
Everyone holds some part of Grenouille.
But he is disappears.
Riches takes the flacon of perfume and with trembling hands puts it onto the table.
BLACKOUT.