2nd May 1997 E-Book

Jack Thorne

• Herausgeber: Nick Hern Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: NHB Modern Plays
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 68

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

A smouldering play about escaping the past, seizing the present and owning the future. 2nd May 1997. An historic victory. The Tories, eighteen years in power, are defeated as New Labour sweeps into government. From the euphoria and despair, three deeply personal stories emerge. Tory MP Robert prepares to attend the count. With defeat looming large, he fears becoming a forgotten man, while his wife Marie counts the cost of her own sacrifice to politics. Lib Dem footsoldier Ian is no hero, but party-crasher Sarah is determined to make him one. Best mates Jake and Will wake up with a new world order to memorise before their A-level Politics class. Jake dreams of Number 10. Will dreams of Jake. Jack Thorne's play 2nd May 1997 was first performed at the Bush Theatre, London, in September 2009 in a co-production with nabokov theatre company, in association with Watford Palace Theatre and Mercury Theatre Colchester.

Leseprobe

Jack Thorne

2nd MAY 1997

NICK HERN BOOKS

London

www.nickhernbooks.co.uk

Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Original Production

Characters

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

About the Author

Copyright and Performing Rights Information

For Laura Wade

2nd May 1997 was first performed at the Bush Theatre, London, on 8 September 2009, with the following cast:

JAKE ROBERT MARIE WILL IAN SARAHJames Barrett Geoffrey Beevers Linda Broughton Jamie Samuel Hugh Skinner Phoebe Waller-BridgeDirectorDesignerLighting DesignerMusic and Sound DesignerGeorge Perrin Hannah Clark Philip Gladwell Emma Laxton

‘What the electorate gives, the electorate can take away’

Tony Blair

Characters

ROBERT, seventy-one

MARIE, sixty-four

SARAH, twenty-eight

IAN, twenty-nine

JAKE, eighteen

WILL, eighteen

PART ONE

11.38 p.m.

The simple yet textured bedroom of a cultured older couple.

ROBERT sits up in a slightly grand bed, looking at a small packet of photos; seventy-ish and handsome, he is wearing reading glasses. There is an oxygen cylinder beside his bed. He’s calling offstage.

ROBERT. So which one’s this and why’s she in a bikini?

He flicks to another photo.

And this one – this one’s new. I recognise him. But I don’t know where from. He’s not the new one, is he?

He continues to flick.

MARIE (from off). No. The new one wasn’t with her. They were all just friends…

ROBERT. They seem to have – well, he’s certainly touching her, not – I’m never sure what touching is friendly any more. But that I wouldn’t say was…

If I’d have touched Mary Watson like that, I’d have been slapped.

MARIE is in the ensuite bathroom. She is making quite a lot of noise in there, working her new electric toothbrush.

MARIE (she stays off). Mary Watson?

ROBERT. Mary? I must have told you. Mary? First – well, first something. She let me hold hands with her once, and then said I was too clammy – said my hands felt like goose grease. I realised then – if she could afford goose in her house – well, no chance for me. I don’t know why I’m remembering her.

Mary? Do I mean Mary Watson? Maybe it was Phillips. You’d remember her name better than I, and I’d have surely told you… Maybe it wasn’t Mary.

Do you hear that? The bells of Alzheimer’s. The bells. The bells. Remembering –

Bikini.

Bikini.

MARIE. You do not have Alzheimer’s…

ROBERT. There’s about twenty shots of this girl in a bikini. Same – bikini – well, some – no, same bikini, just different angle. More of a – bottom one –

Bikini.

Bikini.

MARIE. She’s just trying to keep us involved, darling…

ROBERT. Funny way to stay involved, to show us lots of shots of this girl’s bottom.

He turns a photo through ninety degrees in his hands – he raises his eyebrow in surprise.

MARIE. She thought we’d want to see them.

ROBERT. But they’re not of anything, well, not of –

MARIE. Then put them back in the envelope and finish your speech.

He thinks, and then continues flicking through.

ROBERT. A few landscapes. A spot of nature wouldn’t be… People on a beach in their pants – touching each other… and ‘clubbing’. There are some of ‘clubbing’. Did I tell you about the ‘clubbing ones’? Most of them seem to be wearing bikinis in those too – bikinis and sunglasses indoors.

MARIE. It was a holiday, Robert. Not a fact-finding mission.

ROBERT. Oh. Yes. Not that – facts. I firmly disagree with the notion that facts and entertainment are somehow different entities.

He turns over to another picture.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee called from the office.

MARIE. What did they want?

ROBERT. And they’re hideously small. These photos.

MARIE. You buy an extra packet for a pound. It’s one of those you send off for. But they come in that size.

ROBERT. Well. They’re very small.

MARIE enters the room and smiles at her husband. She is sixty-ish, stylish, careful; she’s wearing a face mask.

MARIE. Large enough for you to make out a bikini, though…

ROBERT looks at her and smiles.

ROBERT. Yes.

MARIE. Which is surprising because it is not a large bikini.

She smiles and exits for the bathroom again.

He puts down the photos. He picks up a pad and a pen. He looks at them.

ROBERT. They said there’s a race on. Tweedlewotsits. The office did. First to declare. Sunderland. Hamilton. Somewhere else. They thought they’d have the first results within the hour.

MARIE (she stays off). Maybe we should have the goggleometer on then.

ROBERT. No. No. We’ll have quite enough of that later.

He coughs, touches his chest, and then looks around regally. He puts down the pad and the paper with deliberate grace. He thinks for something to do, sighs and picks up the pictures again. He holds them but doesn’t look.

Besides, it’s Dimbleby versus Dimbleby again tonight. Bored silly with raised eyebrows on one side? Why not change channels and be bored equally silly by the younger and less successful brother? ITV was set up to provide competition, you know.

MARIE. I think he’s quite attractive.

ROBERT. David?

MARIE. Jonathan. He has a much kinder face than David. And a slightly grubby smile.

ROBERT. I’d give it to the black man. The – Trevor – you know, the ‘And finally…’

MARIE. McDonald.

ROBERT. They said – the office said – ‘Nine cabinet members will fall’ in their slightly portentous voices…

MARIE. Which one was it? George or…?

ROBERT. You know I don’t like it when you call them by their real names…

MARIE. Tweedledum or…?

ROBERT. I have no idea. They’re much of a muchness. To be honest with you, there’s been once or twice I’ve almost called them Tweedledum and Tweedledee. ‘Nine cabinet members will fall.’ No sympathy. Mild excitement in their voices. Moist excitement.

MARIE. Do they know which ones will…?

ROBERT. They said – they told me they wanted to talk to me about ‘future opportunities’.

MARIE. I hope you laughed at them.

ROBERT. They’ve rung about twice during the entire campaign. You don’t laugh at crumbs.

MARIE. You do laugh at them, though.

ROBERT. Norman always thought I’d make a good lord.

MARIE. Norman was flirting with you…

ROBERT looks off, not exactly surprised at that, but surprised at her tone.

He turns back to the photos.

ROBERT. Well.

I have no idea who any of them are… in these photos…

MARIE. Hannah’s friends.

ROBERT. Yes. I know they’re Hannah’s friends. But – I’m still not…

MARIE. The girl in the bikini is Kaylee. You know her…

ROBERT. Kaylee? I thought she wore glasses.

He looks more carefully at a photo, he adjusts his own glasses.

MARIE comes back into the room, the face mask now washed off.

He smiles at her.

Didn’t she – wear glasses…?

She sits on the bed.

She takes the photos from him.

She flicks through and starts pointing out important things.

MARIE. These are the two – Laura and Cherry – she’s renting the flat with… and this one’s the one who had the problem with the dead dog, Terry –

ROBERT. The one who got her the interview… Well, we like him.

MARIE. And this one’s the one who made the silly mistake with the overdose, Kirsty… and this one’s that one that wasn’t very nice to her, Phil.

ROBERT. Wasn’t he?

MARIE. Phil. Second year at Manchester. He told her he loved her, and then found a better bet. When she had the issue with the eating.

He remembers the issue with the eating.

ROBERT. Him?

MARIE. He’s nice enough. Just a little confused. Confused Phil.

ROBERT. And why was she on holiday with Confused Phil? Was she confused? He’s not the one touching her inappropriately, is he?

MARIE. He’s nice enough. Besides, he’s in her friendship group, she didn’t want to – I think ‘alienate’ is the word she used.

She smiles at him. He looks at her with a gentle frown.

ROBERT. I didn’t think the ‘lord’ thing was…

She kisses his cheek.

MARIE. I know you didn’t.

He pats the bed.

ROBERT. Are you getting in?

MARIE laughs.

MARIE. Bikini got your heart racing, is it?

ROBERT laughs and then coughs.

ROBERT. No. I didn’t mean…

MARIE. No. I know.

MARIE gets up and opens the wardrobe, she begins to pull out things from inside.

You tell Tweedledum and Tweedledee that you’re very grateful for their interest, but if you’re out then you’re staying out…

ROBERT coughs again.

ROBERT. And shaking it all about.