A showman who’s lost his way, Teddy tries to sell himself as a mentor figure to Frank. However, he is barely able to deal with the problems wrapped inside of his own mind. Frank and Teddy share a common thread, the stage, but both also use it for another purpose: to escape. Teddy’s monologue on page 41 perfectly exemplifies his own problem: a man at war with the world around him to distract from the battle within. The staccato, fragmented wisdom he imparts comes as a result of his inability to take his own advice. His mind is left unresolved, so he seeks to resolve those around him using Frank. His most telling flaw comes apparent midway through his monologue:

“Him? No, he was no great artist… He had more talent–listen to me– he had more talent than–and brains– brains!–that’s all the stupid bastard had was brains! And what did they do for him, I ask you, all those bloody brains? They bloody castrated him…So what do you end up handling?  A bloody fantastic talent that hasn’t one ounce of ambition because his bloody brains has him bloody castrated!”

Teddy’s ambition, combined with a denial of his problems, concocts the venomous “advice” he hopes the audience will take. But who is he talking to? Frank? The audience? Himself, perhaps? As evidenced above, Ted himself may not know the answer. Teddy is a man less concerned with finding the answers and more obsessed with finding more problems to distract himself with, but never solve. Managing Frank gives him an outlet, but never a solution.