THE CITY
Martin Crimp
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December 2005
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Characters:
CLAIR
CHRISTOPHER both about 40
JENNY about 30
GIRL a small girl of what? 9 or 10?
Time: Blank
Place: Blank
“Everything we do, in art and life, is the imperfect copy of what we
intended.”
Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
“The translator’s questions were quickly answered.”
Peter Handke
The Afternoon of a Writer
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I
Empty stage.
CLAIR holds a flat object in a plain paper bag.
After a while CHRIS comes on. He’s wearing a suit,
carries a case, has a security pass hanging from his
neck.
CHRIS How was your day?
CLAIR My day was fine. Only
CHRIS Oh?
CLAIR OnlyyesI was waiting on the station concourse this
afternoon after my meetingwaiting for my trainwhen
this man came up to me and said, have you see a little
girl about so highI’ve lost her.
CHRIS Lost her?
CLAIR Well that’s what I said. I said what d’you mean lost her?
what does she look like? He said, I’ve told you: she’s
about so high and she’s wearing pink jeans. I said well in
that case I’ve just seen hershe was heading for the taxi-
rank with a woman who looked like a nurseI can’t say
for certain she was a nurse, but it looked as if she had a
uniform on, under her coat. So then he says, why didn’t
you stop them?
CHRIS It wasn’t your responsibility to stop them.
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CLAIR Exactly. But of course that’s not what I saidwhat I said
to him was: well let’s call the police. And that’s when it
turned out no no no it was nothing as serious as he’d led
me to believe. Because the girl was his daughter, and the
womanwhoI was rightis a nurse at a nearby
hospitalthe Middlesexwas his sister-in-law. The
girlbecause they’d just got off the trainthe girl had
been brought here to stay with the sister-in-law. But the
manthe fatherhad decided at the last moment to buy
his little girl a diary. So he’d gone into a shop to buy his
little girl a diary. But when he came out with the diary,
expecting his kiss, they’d gone.
CHRIS His kiss.
CLAIR Yes, to be kissed goodbye. I mean by his little girl. He
said he didn’t expect to be kissed goodbye by his sister-
in-law because his sister-in-law despised him. Which is
whythinking about itnot me, I mean him, him thinking
about itmaybe why the moment he was out of sight
she’d deliberately dragged the little girl off.
CHRIS What? Was she being dragged?
CLAIR Nobut they were moving quite fast. Maybe not fast for
the nurse, but fast for the little girl.
CHRIS That’s why you noticed the jeans.
CLAIR That’s right.
CHRIS Because her legs were having to move quickly you mean
to keep up with this woman, this nurse, this aunt dragging
her to the taxi-rank.
CLAIR Well noI’ve saidnot draggingbut yesI certainly did
notice the jeans.
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Pause.
What about you?
CHRIS Mmm?
CLAIR How was your day?
CHRIS My day was good. Only my card wouldn’t swipe. Took me
15 minutes to get into my own building.
CLAIR Oh no. Why was that?
CHRIS Well I tapped on the glass and the only person in there
was a cleaner so the cleaner came over to the glass and
I held up my card and pointed, obviously, at my picture
on the card, but the cleaner just shruggedwhich is odd
because I know all those cleaners really well.
CLAIR So what did you do?
CHRIS Buzzed the buzzer till somebody came. (slight pause)
What’s that?
CLAIR What’s wrong?
CHRIS Wrong? Nothing. Why?
CLAIR It’s just the way you said: ‘what’s that’.
CHRIS Nothing’s wrong.
CLAIR Good.
CHRIS Nothing’s wrong.
CLAIR Good. I’m pleased nothing’s wrong. Because I wanted to
show you this.
CHRIS What’s that? The diary?
CLAIR He gave me the diaryyes. I said: you mustn’t give me
thisit’s for your daughter. Because of course the idea
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had been for his little girl to write down all her thoughts
and feelings about this big change in her life.
CHRIS What big change in her life?
CLAIR Leaving her father of course. Living with her aunt.
Pause.
Have you not been / listening?
CHRIS Does it start in January?
CLAIR What?
CHRIS Does it start in January?
CLAIR Yesit’s just a normal diary.
CHRIS What’re you going to do with it?
CLAIR I don’t know.
CHRIS Write in it?
CLAIR I don’t know.
CHRIS Write what?
CLAIR I’ve told you: I have / no idea.
CHRIS And he just gave it to you?
CLAIR Mmm?
CHRIS The manthis manhe just gave it to you?
CLAIR Well nonot right thereobviouslyin the middle of
Waterloo station. He asked if he could talk to me. So
because of what had happenedthe little girl and so
onthe fact I’d seen her heading off like that towards the
taxisI felt I didn’t really have a choice. And I was glad,
as it happened, because it turned out I knew him.
CHRIS You knew him?
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CLAIR Yesnot knew himbut knew who he was.
CHRIS Oh?
CLAIR Yes. Well yes. He’s this writer that everyone’s talking
about. Well not everyoneobviouslybut people who
knowpeople who know about writing. So of course that
was completely fascinatingit was completely fascinating
to find myself sitting in a café with this writer that
everyone’s talking about. Because he never gives
interviews but there he was sitting in this café opening his
heart to me. About his time in prisonand the torture
therebut all quite normallyjust a normal
conversationjust like me talking to you nowabout
tortureabout the bucket on the cement floorall quite
normaland the child of coursehis little girlthe hopes
he had for herwhich made him sadwhy is it, he said to
me, that it’s our hopes that make us sadeven therein
the darkin the cellwhich is why he tried not tohope, I
meanI think I’ve got this rightduring all the nights and
days he waited for them to comejust waited and waited
for them to come.
CHRIS Them?
CLAIR His torturers.
CHRIS I see.
CLAIR The people who were determined to / break his will.
CHRIS I had a visit from Bobby today.
Pause.
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CLAIR Oh? Bobby Williams?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR What did Bobby Williams want?
CHRIS Just to say hello. Wellnomore in fact than to say hello.
He came into my office because he wanted to tell me
about this lunch he’d had with Jeanette. Because the
week before last it seems he’d had this lunch with
Jeanette and according to Jeanette the North American
division is beginning to restructure and Jeanette’s instinct
is, is that if they’re beginning to restructure in North
America it won’t be long before they start restructuring
here.
CLAIR Oh?
CHRIS And of course he managed to make all this sound as if he
cares about what happens to me and to my family but the
truth is he wanted to see me squirm. And because of his
relationship with Jeanettewhich I would hesitate to call
sexualbut because of this thing, whatever it is, this
intimacy, these lunches they havewell because of that,
Bobby’s job is protected, whereas mine, given the
situation in the North American territories, is, well is
obviously much more vulnerable.
CLAIR Look: if the changes are going to be that radical, then
even Jeanette won’t be able to protect Bobby for the
simple reason that Jeanette will be vulnerable herself.
CHRIS Yes, but Jeanette’s very clever. I’m not saying she’s
indispensablenobody’s indispensablebut she’s
worked out a way of printing herself onto people’s minds.
I mean let’s say, let’s just say that this afternoon, instead
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of meeting this man at Waterloo station, you’d met
Jeanette, and that it was Jeanette who’d taken you to a
café and told you this ridiculous story about the little girl
and the nurse and about being tortured in a bucket or
whatever it is this man tried to make you believe. Well in
those two hours in the cafébecause I’m assuming you
spent a good couple of hours with himbut in those two
hours Jeanette would have made it her business to print
herself onto your mind. You’d come away from that café,
and regardless of her ridiculous story, or perhaps, who
knows, because of it, you’d be thinking that
Jeanetteand I’ve seen this happenwas essential to
your company’s survival. You’d be talking to me
nowhaving, as you say, a normal conversation with me
nowbut in your head there’d be this currentthis flow of
speculation about JeanetteJeanette’s grasp of the
marketJeanette’s strategic visionJeanette’s ability to
think outside of the box blah blah blah. And once that
flow started there would be no way you could ever
dismiss her from your thoughtsthe way for example
you’ll almost certainly dismiss this man.
CLAIR Oh?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR A flow of speculation.
CHRIS Yes. And you’d have no idea why. Because after all
Jeanette is very ordinary-looking.
CLAIR Is she?
CHRIS And yet she has this power.
CLAIR Over men.
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CHRIS Over what?nothat’s not at all what I meanI mean
over everyonemen and women / likewise.
CLAIR So you’re saying you may lose your job?
CHRIS I’m just saying what Bobby told me Jeanette said to him
at lunch. It doesn’t mean I’m going to kill myself. I have
no plans to hang myself from a tree, if that’s what you
think. There are, as you are well aware, two small
children sleeping in this house, and I’m not going to leave
them fatherless, any more than I’m prepared to let my
decomposing body be found by someone out walking
their dog. I hardly think I’m unemployable. And even
someone who’s spent a whole meeting with their head
down drawing interlocking shapes on the agendaor
imaginary animalswill often come up to me afterwards
and thank me for being the only person in the room to ’ve
talked sense. Even Bobby Williams would grant me that.
So I really don’t think you need to be afraid.
CLAIR Afraid of what?
CHRIS Because obviously this kind of rumour is unsettling.
CLAIR I’m not afraid.
CHRIS Then why are you smiling?
CLAIR Am I?
CHRIS You know you’re smiling.
CLAIR I had no idea I was smiling. (slight pause) Am I still
smiling?
CHRIS You know you are.
CLAIR Then I must be smiling in spite of myself. Or perhaps I’m
smiling because I’m looking at you in that suit of yours
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and remembering how much I love you.
Butwelllistenwhat makes you think I’ve dismissed
him from my thoughts?
CHRIS I’m sorry?
CLAIR Why do you call his story ridiculous? What makes you
think I’ve dismissed Mohamed from my thoughts?.
CHRIS Dismissed who?
CLAIR The writer. Mohamed. What makes you think I’ve
dismissed him from my thoughts?
CHRIS Well haven’t you?
CLAIR Yesnononot necessarily.
Pause.
He begins to laugh.
What is it?
CHRIS You’ve stopped smiling.
CLAIR Have I?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR Really?
CHRIS Yes.
They both chuckle.
I’ll tell you something that will make you laugh. You know
this morning when I got to my building? Well my card
wouldn’t swipe. I tried and I tried but it would not swipe.
So I tapped on the glass but the only person in there at
that time of the morning was a cleaner so the cleaner
came over to the glass… No. I’ve told you this. Have I
already told you this?
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CLAIR Go on.
CHRIS But I’ve already told you this.
CLAIR Told me what? Have you?
CHRIS About the cleaner coming over to the glass. About when I
held up my card.
CLAIR Oh that.
CHRIS Well didn’t I?
CLAIR Yes.
CHRIS So why did you say go on? (Slight pause) Hmm.
CLAIR What is it?
CHRIS Nothing. Nothing at all. Where’re you going?
CLAIR I’m going to put this somewhere safe.
CLAIR goes out with the diary. CHRIS remains. He
does nothing.
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II
Empty stage.
CLAIR works at a computer, referring to a book or
manuscript beside her.
CHRIS appears‘casually’ dressed.
He stands behind her, watching her work. She takes
no notice. Time passes, then:
CHRIS Don’t you get bored with it?
CLAIR Mmm?
CHRIS Translating. Don’t you get / bored with it?
CLAIR (continuing to work) Well of course I get bored with it
sometimes. Not everything people write is interesting and
even interesting writinglike thiscan be dull to translate.
On the other hand, I do get to meet authors, and some of
them are real charactersthey take me out to
dinnerintroduce me to their families. Some of them are
much quieter. They’re the crabs. As soon as you pick up
the stone they’re hiding under, they scuttle off to another
one. D’you have to keep standing behind me like that?
He doesn’t move. She continues to work.
CHRIS So you’re not ever tempted.
CLAIR Tempted to do what?
CHRIS To write something of your own.
CLAIR Me? (smiles, and turns to him for the first time) What
makes you say that?
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He walks away.
What makes you say that? Where are you going?
CHRIS It was the doorbell.
CLAIR What doorbell? I didn’t hear it. Are you sure?
CHRIS I’m pretty sure I heard the doorbell.
He goes off.
She listens out for a moment and, hearing nothing,
continues to work.
Finally he returns with a woman, JENNY, who is
wearing a nurse’s uniform under her coat. They are
talking as they appear.
CHRIS Please. I’m sure you won’t be disturbing her. She’s just
herelookin the gardenworking.
JENNY I don’t want to disturb anyone.
CHRIS I really don’t think she mindsdo you?
CLAIR Minds what?
CHRIS This issorry.
JENNY Jenny.
CHRIS This is Jenny.
JENNY I’m Jenny. Hello.
CHRIS Can I get you something, Jennysomething to drink.
JENNY Oh no. I can’t stop. (to CLAIR) I just wondered if we
could talk for a moment.
CLAIR I’d be very happy to. Let me just take these things back
inside.
NB no sound of doorbell
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CHRIS I’ll do that if you like.
CLAIR No. You stay here and talk to Jenny.
She gathers up her things and goes. Pause.
CHRIS So… you’re a nurse.
JENNY Yes.
CHRIS Have you always been a nurse?
JENNY Yes.
Pause.
CHRIS I suppose a lot of nurses are men.
JENNY A lot of nursesyou’re rightare men. But a surprising
number of nursesperhaps the majority of nurses in
factare women.
CHRIS Is that so.
JENNY Oh yes.
CHRIS But you must be under a great deal of pressure.
JENNY We are all of usyesmen and womenunder an
intense pressure. (Pause) And sometimes the pressure
is so intense… it’s so intense that… … (she laughs) But
this is such a beautiful garden. I can see it from my
window. I often see your children running up and down
shouting and screaming. I often think how extraordinary it
is to see a garden like yours with children running up and
down shouting and screamingright hereright here in
the middle of a city.
CHRIS Isn’t our garden just like all the other gardens? Surely the
city’s full of this kind of gardena patch of grassa few
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plants round the edge we typically don’t know the names
of. I don’t really understand what you’re saying.
JENNY Of course there are similar gardensbut now I’m in your
gardenright inside your gardenactually standing
hereactually standing on this patch of grass*I realise
that your garden genuinely is unique. We know each
other, don’t we. I’ve seen you somewherewas it the
opticians? Or I know what it islooking in a freezer-
cabinet in the supermarketdigging right down into the
packs of frozen vegetableslooking at the
broccolidigging right downthat was youonly you
were wearing a suityou must’ve been coming home
from work.
CHRIS Yes.
JENNY Picking up some shopping on the way home from work.
CHRIS Yes.
JENNY And also
CHRIS You’re right.
JENNY I’m sure I’ve seen you
CHRIS Oh?
JENNY Yesstanding at an upstairs window.
CHRIS You’re right.
JENNY Because when you opened the door I thought to myself:
I’ve seen that face beforein the supermarket or
somethingor standing at an upstairs window looking a
bit sad.
CHRIS Can I take your coat?
*
NB No patch of grass
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JENNY What?
CHRIS Your coat.
JENNY Oh no. I can’t stay. I’m working. (slight pause) I did want
to talk to your wife, though.
CHRIS I’ll call her.
JENNY Noplease don’t raise your voice. It frightens me.
CHRIS Well in that case I’ll go and find her.
He goes. JENNY waits. She takes out a mirror and
examines her face. The other two come back and
watch her in silence. Then:
CLAIR You wanted to talk to me?
JENNY Yes.
CLAIR What about?
JENNY Mmm?
CLAIR What about?
JENNY You sound surprised that I want to talk to you, but the fact
is we’re neighbours, and even if your house is much
bigger than my tiny flat, we stillor at least I imagine we
dostill care about the same things: street-lighting, one-
way systems, noise-levels and so on. Not only that, but
we’re both womenwhich meanswell I hope it
doesthat unlike men we can hopefully define our
territory without having to piss on it first.
CLAIR Do I know you?
JENNY I’m Jenny. I’ve told you who I am. We’re neighbours.
You’ve probably seen me getting into my carorlike
your husband over therewatched me in the mornings
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taking off my uniform when I’ve driven back totally
exhausted from the hospital at a time when most people
are getting up and listening to the radio while they have
their breakfast. In fact I could probably fall asleep there
and then, but what I like to do instead is curl up in a chair
with a nice piece of toast or a nice egg and watch one of
those old black-and-white films on TV. Today for example
there was the one where Humphrey Bogart pretends to
be in love with Audrey Hepburn but ends up really loving
herreally and truly loving her. After thatwell you’ve
probably heardI like to play the piano for a bit. I’m not
too bad at playing the pianoI took it quite seriously as a
childand I always warm up with scales and things like
thatbut the funny thing is is that although I can get all
the notes and understand just how intensely the
composer must’ve imagined it, there’s no life to my
playing. Emotionally it’s dead. Because you know what
it’s like when the sun shines on the TV screen so the
picture disappears and all you see is the glass surface of
it? Well that’s what my playing’s likehard and
colourless. I’m not saying that if you heard me in the
street on a summer’s day when I had the windows open
you wouldn’t think “Ohexquisite”. But if you stopped and
began to listenbegan to really really listenthen the
expression on your face would turnoh yesbelieve
meto dreadthe same look I see on a patient’s face
when they’re told that the tumour growing in their lungs
has now spread to the braina kind of hardening
hereround the eyesbecause of course once that
point’s been reached then deathwell I’m sure you both
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know thisis inevitable. But listen: I didn’t come here to
talk about my piano-playing.
CLAIR Oh?
JENNY Of course not.
CHRIS Then why have you?
JENNY Yes?
CHRIS Then why have you?
JENNY Yes? Come? Why have I come?
CHRIS Exactly.
CLAIR To talk to me.
CHRIS Mmm?
CLAIR To talk to me.
JENNY That’s right.
CHRIS I’ll take your coat.
JENNY No. Keep away.
CHRIS I’m sorry?
JENNY I said: keep away from me.
She smiles. Slight pause. To CLAIR:
Let me explain. I work hard. I get tired. I’m finding it
difficult to sleep. My husband’s gone to war. Not to kill. Of
course not. He’s a doctor. He has a gunbecause all
soldiers have gunsbut you’d laugh if you saw the tiny
tiny gun they give to doctorsno use at all for killing
peoplenot the large numbers of people you have to kill
in a war. It’s a secret war. I can’t tell you where it is, or I’d
be putting lives at risk. But I can tell you that what they’re
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doing now, in the secret war, is they’re attacking a
citypulverising it, in factyesturning this citythe
squares, the shops, the parks, the leisure-centres and the
schoolsturning the whole thing into a fine grey dust.
Becauseand I have my husband’s word for
thiseverybody in that city has to be killed. Not by him.
Of course not. He’s a doctor. But all the same the city has
to be pulverised so that the boysour boyscan safely
go in and kill the people who are leftthe people, I mean,
still clinging on to life. (slight pause) Because it’s
amazing how people can cling on to lifeI’m a nurseI
see it every dayI see people cling on to life almost
every dayand it’s the sameaccording to my
husbandin this city: people in all sorts of unexpected
places, clinging on to life. So the boyswhat the boys
have to do is they have to go in and kill the people
clinging on to life. And just to make things clear, they’ve
got blue cards, and on the cards, that’s what it says: kill.
And I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking it must
be pretty easy to kill people who are simply clinging on to
lifeany fool could do that, you’re thinkingit must be
likewhat?going round your house before you go away
on holidaypulling the plugs out. But noah
wellnobecauseyou seeand I have my husband’s
word for thisthe people clinging onto life are the most
dangerous people of all. (slight pause) Say you’re one of
the boysand you’re patrolling a street and you notice an
open hatchand the hatch leads to a drainso you go
into the drainyou go into the drain because you think:
hmmperhaps there’s life in this drainperhaps there are
people clinging on to life in this drain. And
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yeslistensoundsscratchingsucking soundssigns
of life in the darkbecause it’s pretty darkof course it
isdown theredeep under the cityin the drain. So you
drop your goggles over your eyes and you can
seeyesactually seeaccording to my husband in the
darkyou can see the whole grey-green world of the
drain using your goggles in the dark. (slight pause) And
yeslookhere are the signshere are the signs of
people clinging on to life: rags, blood, coffee-cupsand
the stink of courseI’m a nurseI smell it every daythe
particular stink people make when they’re clinging and
clinging on to life. And there they are! ‘Suddenly’, like it
says in a book, there they are: a bright green woman with
a bright grey baby at her breastright there at the end of
the drainsuckingthat was the sound you hearda
woman giving suck. (slight pause) So the boy thinks:
(without characterising) ‘Hmm, fuck this, fuck this you
bitch. I can’t justwellkill. I can’t kill a woman with a
baby at her breast you cunt, you fucking bitch. Hmm, I
know what I’ll do: I’ll get out my blue card and I’ll check
the rules, I’ll see what it says about this, about mothers
and their babies, in the rules’. So he reaches for his blue
card to check the rules and that’s when they’re on him.
Angry fuckers clinging to life in the drain. Angry and
unscrupulous perpetrators of terror who’ll stop at nothing
to stay aliveuse a mother and her baby simply to stay
alive. A brick splits the soldier’s skull. And the last thing
the baby sees as its mother uses her finger to slip its
mouth off her nipple is a serrated kitchen knifeand I
have my husband’s word for thisa small knife with a
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stainless serrated blade being used to cut the soldier’s
heart outd’you see? (slight pause) I said: d’you see?
CLAIR Well…
JENNY Do you?
CLAIR Yesof coursewell nosee what?
CHRIS See what exactly?
JENNY I’m not talking to you. Keep out of it.
CLAIR See what, Jenny?
JENNY How difficult it is to sleep.
CLAIR Oh?
JENNY How difficult it isyesfor me to sleep in the daytime with
all this on my mind when your children are running up
and down shouting and screaming. D’you see?
CLAIR (faint laugh) Whatd’you want me to lock them indoors?
JENNY Would you?
CLAIR What?
JENNY Would you lock them indoors?
CLAIR Of course not. Of course we wouldn’t lock our children
indoors. Would we?
CHRIS Of course not.
JENNY Where are they now then?
CHRIS They’re playing. They’re playing in the play-room.
CLAIR That’s right: they’re playing in the play-room.
JENNY Locked in?
CLAIR No.
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JENNY Locked in the play-room?
CLAIR No.
Slight pause. CLAIR and CHRIS exchange a glance
and chuckle. Softly:
What makes you think we lock our children in the play-
room, Jenny? The play-room doesn’t even have a key.
CHRIS It doesn’t have a lock, let alone a key.
CLAIR I think it has a lock.
CHRIS Does it?
CLAIR I think it doesyeshave a lock. But the point isJenny
CHRIS I’ll go and look.
CLAIR What?
CHRIS You’ve made me curious. I’ll go and look.
He goes. Slight pause.
CLAIR (lowering voice) I’m afraid he’s got like this since he lost
he job. He’s bored and he’s always looking for things to
do. That’s why he wanted to take your coat. To feel
useful. And when he brought it back to you, he
wouldn’t’ve just handed you the coatoh nohe’s started
holding my coat up and expecting me to slip my arm
gratefully into the sleeve, like some character out of those
old films you talked about. (smiles) And of course being
a man he makes them play these gamesthese horrible
noisy gamesmakes them screamshout
outshriektosses them into the airpretendsI hate
itI can’t watchto drop them on their headswhen
they’d ratherobviouslywatch TV or a blackbirdwell,
wouldn’t you?building its nest. You’re right,
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Jennywe’re womenwe don’t have to bang our fists on
the table to make a point and the point you’re making is a
fair one. And the fact that summer’s comingobviously
makes it even worse. Because if you shut your windows,
you won’t be able to breathe, and if you open
thembecause I do understand thiseven when the
shouting and screaming stopsif it stopsinstead of
going to sleep, you’ll lie there waiting and waiting for it to
start again, even if it never doesa kind of torture, really.
(smiles) I don’t know what the solution is, Jenny. I can
ask my husbandwhatto cut his toe-nailsI can turn
away my head if I don’t want to be kissed (although of
course that’s more dangerous)but what I can’t
doJennyis ask him not to play with his own
childrenin the daytimewhen he has no jobin his own
garden.
JENNY What then?
CLAIR Mmm?
JENNY What can you do?
CLAIR There’s nothing I can do. I’m very sorry.
CHRIS comes back, laughing.
CHRIS Incredible.
CLAIR What is?
CHRIS They are locked in.
CLAIR What d’you mean?
CHRIS You were right: there is a lockthey’ve locked
themselves inthey’ve found a key.
CLAIR What key?
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CHRIS Well they must’ve found one.
CLAIR What did you say to them?
CHRIS Well I told them to unlock the door immediately.
JENNY They’ve found a key?
CHRIS I can only think it was under the carpet. They must’ve
pulled up the carpet and found a keyyes.
JENNY (laughs) Devils.
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR What did you say to them?
CHRIS I’ve told you: I asked them to come out. I asked them
what they thought they were playing at. I asked them if
they realised just how dangerous it was to pull up a
carpet and lock themselves in a room. Because now, I
said to them, now, even if you get the door unlocked,
there’s no guarantee that you’ll be able get the door
open, because it will jam against the carpet. You’ll be
trapped, I said, you’ll be trapped in that play-room, and if
either of you has an accident in therecuts yourself, for
example, and starts losing bloodthen how will mummy
and daddy be able to help you?
Slight pause.
CLAIR What did they say?
CHRIS Nothing.
CLAIR You’re sure they’re in there?
CHRIS Well of course they’re in there. The door’s locked.
JENNY She means maybe they’ve locked the door from the
outside then run away.
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CHRIS I know exactly what she meansI don’t need you to
explain to me what she meansbut the fact is is I heard
their voices and if they haven’t unlocked that door in
another(looks at watch) what shall we say?forty-five
seconds?
He concentrates on his watch. The two women look
at him. 10 seconds of this.
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III
Empty stage.
CHRIS exactly as he was, concentrating on his
watch. After 10 seconds, CLAIR appears, in a light
summer dress.
CLAIR You look funny. What’re you doing?
CHRIS Mmm? (looks up)
CLAIR What’re you doing?
CHRIS Funny?
CLAIR Yes. What’re you doing?
CHRIS (smiles) You’ve been on that phone for over an hour.
CLAIR Have I? Sorry. I’ve been talking to one of my writers. He’s
inviting me to Lisbon. In October. Did you want to use the
phone then?
CHRIS October.
CLAIR YeswellI say one of my writers, but it’s the same
writerthe one I met at the train stationMohamed?
remember?he’d lost his child? Anyway he’s organising
a conferencea conference about translationand he’s
asked me to give a paper.
CHRIS Mohamed.
CLAIR Yesdon’t you rememberlast Christmashe’d lost his
little girl.
Slight pause.
CHRIS Won’t it be hot?
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CLAIR I like the heat. You mean in Lisbon?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR I like the heat. You know that. (slight pause) Is
something funny?
CHRIS No.
CLAIR Then what does that look mean?
CHRIS It simply means I suddenly realise how much I love you.
CLAIR Oh?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR You suddenly realise?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR Fuck off.
CHRIS What?
CLAIR I said: fuck off. You’re only saying you love me because
you feel bad about yourself and you hope that saying you
love me will make you feel like a better person than you
really are.
CHRIS On the contrary: I’m saying I love you because I feel good
about myself. I have some very good news.
CLAIR Oh?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR Is it about work?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR You’ve found a job.
CHRIS Yes. (slight pause) I’ve found a job. Aren’t you happy for
me?
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CLAIR I’m very happy for you. (slight pause) What’s wrong?
CHRIS Kiss me.
CLAIR No.
CHRIS Hold my hand.
CLAIR Nowhy?not now. (slight pause) It’s hot. (slight
pause, smiles) Well anyway how did this happen?
CHRIS Won’t you kiss me?
CLAIR Not now. Not when it’s hot.
CHRIS I thought you liked the heat.
CLAIR What? I do like the heat. Of course I like the heat. But not
being kissed in it, that’s all.
CHRIS In which case I’m sorry.
CLAIR Don’t apologise. Impose your will.
CHRIS What?
CLAIR Impose your will.
Slight pause.
CHRIS You mean force you to kiss me?
CLAIR (laughs) How could you force me to kiss you?
CHRIS I could come over to you. I could force you.
CLAIR Oh?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR How will you do that?
CHRIS I’ll show you. I’ll come over to you. I’ll make you. It’s
simple.
CLAIR Is it?
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CHRIS It’s really very simple: I’ll come over to you and I’ll force
you to kiss me.
CLAIR Go on then.
CHRIS If that’s what you want.
CLAIR Go on then.
CHRIS Is that what you want?
CLAIR Why should I want that? What kind of woman would want
that?
He doesn’t move.
Jeanette?
CHRIS Who?
CLAIR Jeanette?
Slight pause.
CHRIS Is that what you want?
CLAIR It’s no good asking me what I want, you have to impose
your will. You have to impose your will or you’ll be (snaps
fingers) out, you’ll be (snaps fingers) out of that plate-
glass door before you’ve even arranged our photos on
your desk. Because the world has changedoh yesand
you’ll have to be much stronger than this.
CHRIS I am much stronger than this.
CLAIR Then prove it.
A slight pause. He goes over to her. He touches her
face, touches her hair. She doesn’t react but she
doesn’t resist. At the last moment he goes to kiss
her, but she twists her head violently away.
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No! (smiles) And anyway how did this happen, how did
all of this happen? How did you come to get this job or
whatever it ismmm?
CHRIS It’s quite a long story, as a matter of fact. And I can’t
remember if I told you what happened at the end of last
year but at the end of last year when the restructuring
began, Jeanette got herself voted onto the board and the
first thing she did in her new capacity as executive
member was to quite unexpectedly force Bobby
WilliamsI think I told you thisto resign. And early in the
new year perhaps I didn’t mention that Bobby was found
dead in a hotel-room in Paris where he’d told his family
he was going for a job-interview.
Well soon after the funeral inhmm, when was that?
March?I’d gone down to the supermarket one evening
to buy meat and because I couldn’t find the quantity of
meat I wanted in the pre-packed sectionI mean in the
plastic boxes where they put the meat on the little
absorbent matsI had to go to the meat-counter and
there was something very familiar about the man behind
the meat-counter and it turned out we’d been at school
together. I knowyesincredible. I didn’t know who he
was, but he recognised me straightaway, he said “I can
see you don’t remember me, but I know who you are, I
recognised you straight away, you’re Christopher, we
went to the same school, it’s the hat.” I said “How d’you
meanthe hat?” He said “No one recognises me in this
hat.” So he took off the hatone of those white muslin
trilby things they make them wear in the supermarket and
I concentrated on his eyes and I realised there was in fact
something really familiar about this person’s eyes. So I
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said to him “Yes, you’re right, I do remember you, but I’m
sorry, even without the hat I don’t remember your name.”
So he goes “You don’t have to remember it: my name’s
right here.” And what he meant of course was he was
wearing a name-badge and on the badge was Sam.” Of
course. Sam. Sam from school. Jesus Christ. So I asked
him how things were goinghow life was treating
himwhich was really stupid because I could see that life
was treating him like shit: wearing a badge, dressed in a
stupid hatbut nooh nolife was treating him well, he
saidthe pay and conditions were well above
averagethere was a friendly atmosphere and generous
discounts for staffjob securitygood prospectshe’d no
complaintswhat about myself? So I explained to him
that I was… well… what’s the word… (bows head) hmm.
Slight pause. Lifts head.
He’s changed into this navy-blue tracksuit and we’re
sitting in this pub and he buys me a drink and he says
“You probably don’t remember the day you spat on
mespat all over my clothesspat all over my
facecornered me in the classroom with that friend of
yours and spat on me. You probably don’t remember
that, Christopher. You probably don’t remember spitting
on my hair. Cheers.” (bows head)
Slight pause. Head still bowed.
We’re sitting in the pub, we’ve had a few drinks, there’s
me, there’s Sam, and now there’s Sam’s friend Phil who
works in the warehouse, drives a fork-lift. Who’s your
friend, says Phil. This, says Sam, is my old friend
Christopher from school, done very well for himself, lost
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his job, arsehole, scuse my French. Oh, says Phil, sorry
to hear it mate, seen Indy? not here yet? Maybe it’s the
flight, says Sam, maybe there’s fog, where’s she coming
from? Abu Dhabi, says Phil, fucked if there’s fog there,
what’s she playing at? Give her a chance, says Sam,
beautiful girl like that.
Slight pause. Lifts head.
OkaylistenI’m on my ownI’m in the pubI’ve had a
few drinksIndy walks inI know it’s her from the logo on
her jacketthe skirtthe worksthe little bag on
wheelsIndy, I say to her, Phil’s goneI’m really sorry
but he wouldn’t wait. Beg your pardon? says Indywho
are you? where’s Phil? what’s going on? So I try to
explainabout the meatabout Sam from schoolhis
eyesthe white hattreating him wellno
complaintsand she’s looking at methat’s right like
thatthe way you’re looking at me nowthe same
disdainthis girl Indythe same disdainthe way she
looks at the men in business-class when they order
champagnetouch her arm and order champagne for the
girls they’ve left their wives forsilver-haired men
watching the river turn to threadscities to mapswhole
oceans to a field of sparksutter contemptyeslike
thatlike youthat lookBECAUSE WHAT IS IT
EXACTLY YOU’RE TRYING TO SAY TO ME?
Silence.
CLAIR Look. I’m just going to Lisbon for a few days. It won’t be
till October. I don’t despise you. Of course I don’t. And
why should you care about the opinion of a complete
stranger in a pub? It’s not as if you’ll ever see her again.
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CHRIS No.
CLAIR Is it?
CHRIS No.
CLAIR Will you?
CHRIS No. (slight pause) Jesus Christ, no, I hope not.
CLAIR (smiles) Then stop thinking about it.
CHRIS I’m not thinking about it.
CLAIR Goodbecause you should stop thinking about it.
CHRIS Well I’m not.
Slight pause.
CLAIR I’m so happy for you.
CHRIS Oh?
CLAIR It’s such wonderful news.
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR You’ve changed completely.
CHRIS Yes. What? Have I?
CLAIR Yes, you’ve completely changed. You’re much more…
CHRIS Am I?
CLAIR Of course you are.
CHRIS More what?
CLAIR More confident.
CHRIS Am I?
CLAIR Of course you are. Look at you.
CHRIS More confident.
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CLAIR Yes. Look at you. Much more confident. You’re a different
man. (slight pause: he bows his head) Well don’t you
feel like a completely different man?
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR Your whole attitude’s changed.
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR Even the way you’re standing.
CHRIS Yes.
Pause. His head remains bowed.
Yes I suppose you’re / right.
CLAIR Because let’s face it: you’ve been impossible. You’ve
stormed round this house shouting and slamming doors
ever since Christmas. I close all the windows, but even
thenwell as you know, even then the neighbours turn up
here complaining they can’t sleepand I can see them
looking at the children, wondering if there are bruises
under their dressing-up clothes. When I’ve tried to work
you’ve sat at the other end of the table writing shopping-
lists, or stood behind me, criticising my choice of words.
You’ve almost stopped being interested in sexand when
you have been interested, it’s felt like a business
opportunity, or a bank-loanforgive mearranged over
the phone. But now
CHRIS Yes.
CLAIR But now
CHRIS You’re right.
CLAIR But now
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CHRIS Now what?
CLAIR Because I’d been dreading summer, but now your whole
attitude’s changed.
CHRIS Even the way I’m standing.
CLAIR Yes.
CHRIS Even the way the trees look. Even the roses have
changed.
CLAIR Yes. Even the forget-me-nots.
CHRIS You know what we ought to do.
CLAIR What’s that?
CHRIS We ought to celebrate. We ought to all get in the car and
celebrate. We ought to all drive up the motorway into the
oncoming traffic and celebrate. Don’t you think? Or I
know what: invite someone round.
CLAIR Who?
CHRIS Peoplepeople we knowfriends. Bobby for example.
CLAIR What d’you mean: Bobby?
CHRIS BobbyBobby Williamsinvite him round to
celebrateeh? Get him to bring Jeanette.
Slight pause.
CLAIR (laughs) I don’t think that’s funny.
CHRIS He’s a friend. He’s someone we know.
CLAIR (laughs) Stop it.
CHRIS Because there are a number of things, sweetheart, I don’t
quite understandand some of them are things I’ll never
understandand I’m quite happy for there to be some
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things I’ll never understandbut one of the things I don’t
understand but that I really would like to understand is
why you say that it’s hot. Becausewellwhat with the
trees and so onwhat with the shade and the
airbecause I can feel itmoving through the
housesee what I mean? (slight pause) You see what I
mean about the heat? You see what I mean about not
wanting to be kissed?
CLAIR (laughs) Who doesn’t want to be kissed?
CHRIS You don’t.
CLAIR (laughs) What makes you say that?
CHRIS Well do you?
CLAIR (laughs) What? Want to be kissed?
CHRIS Do you?
CLAIR It’s no good asking.
CHRIS Mmm?
CLAIR It’s no good asking me. (slight pause) It’s no good
asking a woman if she wants / to be kissed.
CHRIS Well shall I assume that you do, then? Shall I come over
to you? Shall I assumemmm?that that’s what you
want? (slight pause) Listen: I’m going to assume that
that’s what you want.
CLAIR Go on then.
CHRIS I’m goingyou’re rightto impose my will.
CLAIR Go on then.
He doesn’t move. Slight pause.
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CHRIS Are you crying? Why are you crying? Don’t cry. Why are
you crying?
CLAIR BECAUSE I AM ANGRY.
On this line, music in the distance from Jenny’s flat:
Schubert, Moments Musicaux, No 3 in F minor.
Pause. The music plays.
CHRIS I don’t understand. You were laughing. Just a moment
ago you were laughing (slight pause) Bruises? Why did
you say that? Why would anyone think we’d harm our
children? We love our childrenlove’s what brought them
into the world. Well didn’t itdidn’t it?
Pause. Music continues.
You’re being unreasonable.
CLAIR (wiping her eyes) Where’re you going?
CHRIS I’m going to watch TV.
CLAIR I thought you wanted to celebrate.
CHRIS I’m going to hoover then I’m going to watch TV.
CLAIR But you haven’t even told me what the job is.
He looks at back at her for a moment, then goes,
leaving her alone. A few more seconds and the piece
of music, which has begun in the minor, comes to an
end in the major.
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IV
Empty stage.
Except, now, for a big concert grand piano, with the
lid closed. CHRIS is listening to a girl of what? 9 or
10? reciting poems. The girl wears a coat over a
nurse’s uniform, making her resemble the nurse in
scene II.
Pause.
CHRIS (smiles) Go on.
GIRL There once was a pianist called Jo
Who played every piece far too slow.
When she got to the end
She would turn to a friend
And say: “You don’t have to tell me. I know.”
Pause.
CHRIS Go on.
GIRL There once was a girl called Jo Gupta
Who slept with a famous conductor.
But her friends were naïve
And just wouldn’t believe
A famous conductor had fucked her.
Pause.
CHRIS Go on.
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GIRL There once was a child in a drain
Who longed for the sound of the rain.
But when the storm broke
The poor child awoke
In a stream of unbearable pain.
Slight pause. CHRIS chuckles. Girl smiles.
CHRIS Who taught you that?
GIRL Mummy did.
Slight pause.
CHRIS Take off your coat, sweetheart. You look hot. You can’t
play the piano with your coat on.
GIRL I’m not going to play the piano.
CHRIS Yes you are. You’re going to let me hear the piece you’re
going to play Mummy when she comes home. Take off
your coat. Come on.
She unbuttons her coat. He takes it and holds it. Her
uniform, though tiny, is not a ‘play’ uniform but a
‘real’ one.
How are those patients today? How’s Charlie?
GIRL Charlie’s lost a lot of blood.
CHRIS I hope not.
GIRL Now he’s on a drip.
CHRIS I hope it’s not all over the play-room carpet, sweetheart,
like it was last time. (slight pause) Why are you wearing
a coat anyway?
GIRL We were outside.
CHRIS Oh?
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GIRL Yes, we were watching a blackbird build its nest.
CHRIS That’s nice.
GIRL It sang to us.
CHRIS That’s very nice, only I don’t think you were watching a
blackbird build its nest. I don’t think blackbirds make
nestssweetheartin October. I think they perch on TV
aerialsI think they hop across the grass keeping their
legs together and stand suddenly very still, with their
heads tipped to the sidebut I don’t think they make
nests.
GIRL We saw it. We both saw it. It had moss in its beak.
CHRIS Then how did it sing? (slight pause) October is when the
leaves change colour, not when birds build their
nestsmmm? Aren’t you collecting pretty leaves at
school? Aren’t you getting out nice bright paints and
printing leaf-shapes onto sheets of white paper? Eh?
(smiles) Aren’t your teachers explaining about the
seasons? Haven’t they told you how the earth leans away
from the sun? (slight pause) What about conkers? When
I was your age my coat pockets were full of thembut
yourswell…
He’s still holding her coat. He reaches towards one of
the pockets. She makes a tiny move as if to stop him,
then checks herself. He notices this, meets her eyes
for a moment, smiles, then pushes his hand into the
pocket.
What’s this, sweetheart? What’s this in your pocket?
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He withdraws his hand: there’s a red sticky
substance on his fingers. He lifts his fingers to his
nose and sniffsor perhaps tastes.
GIRL It was Charlie.
CHRIS What was Charlie?
GIRL The blood. It was Charlie.
CHRIS It’s no good blaming Charlie. Charlie is too small.
GIRL He’s not too small to be bad. You should punish him.
CHRIS He’s not bad.
GIRL Hit him.
CHRIS Don’t talk like that.
GIRL Punish him. Hit him.
CHRIS Hey hey heyI said I don’t want to hear you talk like that.
Understood?
He wipes his fingers on the coat and drops the coat
on the ground.
Let me hear your piece, sweetheart.
GIRL And he opens doors.
CHRIS Does what?
GIRL He is bad. He opens doors. He found Mummy’s writing.
CHRIS You mean her work. Well I hope you’ve made it tidy.
GIRL Not workwriting. She’s been writing in a secret diary. He
opened her wardrobe and he found a secret diary under
her shoes.
(slight pause)
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CHRIS Well I hope you haven’t been reading it.
GIRL Charlie can’t read.
CHRIS I’m not talking about Charlie. (slight pause) You do know
that it’s wrong to read somebody’s secret diary. (slight
pause) Think how you’d feel if somebody read your
secret diary.
GIRL If I had a secret diary no one would ever find it.
CHRIS But what if they did find it? What if they read your secret
thoughts.
GIRL I don’t have any secret thoughts. (slight pause) I want
my coat.
CHRIS Mmm?
GIRL I want my coat back.
CHRIS Your coat is dirty, sweetheart. Look at it.
GIRL I want it back. I’m cold.
CHRIS You can’t be cold. You’re indoors. It’s October and the
heating’s on. (slight pause) Look, if I let you wear your
coat, will you play your piece for Mummy when she
wakes up?
GIRL Mummy’s not here. Mummy’s at a conference.
CHRIS Will you?
GIRL Mummy’s not here.
The girl hesitates, then takes a step towards the coat.
(stopping her verbally) Uh uh. (smiles)
He picks up the coat himself and holds it up for her
to put on. She comes over, tries to get her arm in the
sleeve, but gets in a muddle.
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(smiles) Wrong arm, sweetheart.
They try again and again get in a muddle.
Girl I can’t get my arm in.
CHRIS What’s wrong?
Girl I can’t get my arm in the right place.
CHRIS What?come onyou’re / not trying.
Girl I can’t get my arm into the sleeve. It’s the way you’re /
holding it.
CHRIS Alright, alright, just do it yourself. JUST DO THE
FUCKING THING YOURSELF.
He moves away, turns his back. The girl calmly puts
on the coat and calmly buttons it. Then:
Girl Daddy?
CHRIS What?
Girl Shall I play you my piece now?
CHRIS (begins very soft and fast) Listen, sweetheart, there’s
something you ought to know: Mummy came home last
nightshe came home from Lisbon in the middle of the
nightwelllike it says in a book‘unexpectedly’and
went straight to bed. She’s here nowyesthat’s rightin
the housebut I’ve left her asleep because she was so
tired. (laughs) You should’ve seen her. She was so worn
out that she didn’t even go into your room, she didn’t
even have the strength (she said) to push the hair back
behind your ear and kiss you, the way she normally does.
Not because she was unhappyyou’re not to think that
Mummy was unhappybecausewellin fact she was
laughing. That’s how I knew she was home. I heard
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Mummy laughing out in the streetand there she
wasunder the street-lampsharing a jokesomething
about crocodileswith the taxi-driver out in the street.
(laughs) Oh, it was windy! You should’ve seen all the
leaves swirling round the shiny black taxi under the
orange light. And when she came through the front-
doorstill laughing, by the wayguess what: two
enormous chestnut leaves followed her right into the
house. (laughs) I said “Well this is a surprise: I didn’t
expect you back till the middle of next week!”
GIRL And what did Mummy say to that?
CHRIS Mmm?
GIRL And what did Mummy say to that?
CHRIS I’ve told you, sweetheart: Mummy was tiredshe didn’t
say anything.
GIRL Not even when the leaves came in?
CHRIS What leaves?
GIRL You said two enormous leaves came into the house.
CHRIS Well yes they didtwo enormous leaves did come into
the housebut Mummy didn’t even see them,
sweetheart, because of the way she was clinging on to
me.
GIRL Was she afraid?
CHRIS (laughs) Of course she wasn’t afraid. It wasn’t that kind
of clinging.
GIRL Maybe she was afraid that someone would find her
secret diary, and that’s why she came back home.
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Slight pause. In the distance an alarm clock starts
ringing.
CHRIS Why don’t you run off and play.
GIRL That’s Mummy’s clock.
CHRIS I know it’s Mummy’s clockand that’s why I want you to
run off and play.
GIRL I want to see her.
CHRIS You can see her after we’ve talked.
GIRL What are you going to talk about?
CHRIS We won’t know, sweetheart, what we’re going to talk
about until we start talking. Now off you go.
GIRL The diary?
CHRIS Of course not the diary. The diaryremember?is a
secret. Kiss?
He bends down. She kisses his cheek.
Good girl.
GIRL What about the piano?
CHRIS The piano can wait. Now off you go.
The girl runs off. The alarm clock gets louder and
after a few moments CLAIR appears, holding the
clock, which is still ringing. She puts it down on the
piano, which makes the sound even louder, and
watches it until the ringing stops.
CLAIR (turns to him) Thank you.
CHRIS Oh?
CLAIR Thank youyesfor letting me sleep.
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Slight pause.
CHRIS So how was your conference?
CLAIR Mmm?
CHRIS The conferencein Lisbonhow was it?
CLAIR Oh it was a marvellous conference. People from all over
the world converged on Lisbon to talk about books. Can
you imagine? Authors read passages from their books
and talked about what had inspired them. And the
translators talked about the authors and how hard it was
to translate the authors and the authors spoke very highly
of the translators and were even, some of them,
translators themselves, which meant that they had
interesting things to say not just about writing but about
translating too. And after lunch we’d all go off into little
roomssplit up I meanand go off into little
roomsthose funny little rooms they have in Lisbontake
some particular topicpoetrypolitics
and really pull it apartreally examine poetry or politics
under the knifeput these things really and truly under
the knifejust five or six of us in a little room really
concentratingI can’t explain what it was like.
CHRIS You’ve just told me what it was like.
CLAIR (smiles) No. Because it wasn’t like that at all, you see.
Pause.
And my paper went well.
CHRIS Good.
CLAIR Went really well. My hand shook at the beginning, but
everybody paid attentioneven laughed at my jokes.
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CHRIS You? Jokes?
CLAIR Yesbecause I was nervousobviouslyabout the
jokesbut the jokes worked.
CHRIS What jokes? Tell me one.
CLAIR What?
CHRIS Tell me a joke.
CLAIR Not that kind of jokenot a joke you ‘tell’just ways of
putting thingsphrasing thingsand Mohamed was
pleasedhe came up to me afterwardsin fact he sought
me out
CHRIS Oh?
CLAIR Yessought me outsingled me out I mean in the
cafeteria and in front of everyone he knocked me into a
table.
CHRIS Hurt you?
CLAIR No nojust rushed over to thank me and knocked me
backwards into a table. He was so clumsythis big bear
of a man knocking me off my feetI couldn’t help smiling
to myself.
CHRIS Like you are now?
CLAIR What?
CHRIS Like you are nowsmiling to yourself like you are now?
CLAIR Of course I’m not smiling to myself. I’m smiling at you.
CHRIS Oh? Are you? Why?
CLAIR Of course I’m smiling at you. You’re my husband. You’re
my husband, and
What’re you doing?
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CHRIS Sorry?
CLAIR You backed away?
CHRIS I did what?
CLAIR You backed away.
CHRIS No.
CLAIR I stepped towards you and you backed away. You know
you did. (slight pause) Why did you back away from
me?
Pause.
Look. I’m here. I’m home. What more do you want from
me? Try to understand. I open my door and what do I
see? A man I very much respect. He wants to talk. He
says he has a confession to make. What d’you mean,
Mohamed, I say, a confession, can’t it wait. No, it can’t
wait, he has to talk to me now, right now. Alright,
Mohamed, let’s go downstairs, I say, let’s go down to the
bar together, let’s talk there. I can’t, says Mohamed, I
can’t say what I have to say to you in the bar.
SolookI’m not stupidI tell Mohamed that in that case
he’ll have to wait till morning because it’s late, I’m tired,
and I want to go to bed. No, says Mohamed, I have to
come in, you have to let me talk, there’s something I
need to confess, don’t close the door. So what can I do?
D’you see? Mmm? Try to understand. Because this is a
man that I very much respectbecause of what he’s
sufferedand written about. So I let him into my room
and he sits down in front of the window which I’ve kept
open because of the heat and he says to me my child is
dead. I say what d’you mean Mohamed, your child is
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dead? He says she’s been knocked over by a car, she’s
dead, I just had a call from my sister-in-law. You mean
the little girl I saw at the station? Yes, he saysLaela
she was crossing the road to post a letter. And he just
sits there in front of the window looking down at his
hands.
Slight pause.
CHRIS Waiting for you to comfort him.
CLAIR What?
CHRIS He was waiting for you to / comfort him.
CLAIR Well obviouslyyesI thoughtof course I didthought
about going to himputting my arm around himthought
about attempting to comfort him. But that’s when he
looked up at me. He looked up at me and what was
strange was that his eyeswhich were greyhad always
been greywere grey at the stationwere grey in the
cafeteriahis eyes had turnedand I don’t mean the
lightI mean the eyes themselveshad turned black. His
eyes had turned black like the inside of a poppy and he
said to me, I still haven’t confessed. I said, look
Mohamed, you’re upset, you don’t need to confess, you
need to go to your sister-in-law, you need to try and
sleep, let’s see if there’s a pharmacy still open. He said to
me, no no no I still haven’t confessed. And this time he
frightened me.
CHRIS You should’ve asked him to leave.
CLAIR Of course, but how? I said, you’ve got nothing to
confess, Mohamed, it was an accident. Oh yes, he said, it
was an accident, but listen Clair, what you have to know,
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and what I didn’t tell you when we first met, is why I sent
my little girl away, I sent her away because she got under
my feet, because she stopped me writing, because she
constantly interrupted my work, and sometimes, when I
shouted at her, because she had interrupted my work, to
ask for a drink, or to be read a story, he small body jerked
back, he said, as if hit by a bullet. Me, he said, a writer,
refusing my own child a story. Come on, Mohamed, I
said, come on, we all get angry with our children, it’s
normal. No, said Mohamed, nothing a writer does is
normal, and besides that’s not what I’m confessing,
because that is, as you say, something that is entirely
human and banal. No, what I have to tell you is that the
moment I finished speaking to my sister-in-law tonight,
and put down the phone, I experiencedand the nearest
thing to the word he used is ‘exaltation’I experienced a
secret exaltation, he said, as I realised that what had
happened could only enhance my work. My child, you
see, is like a log thrown into the fire, making the fire burn,
he said, more brightly.
Pause.
CHRIS Thrown into the fire.
CLAIR That’s what he saidyeslike a piece of wood. So I was
very angry thenwith Mohamed. I told him I didn’t care
how many people he’d killed in his never-ending fight for
freedom and democracy, or how many days he’d been
tortured or how many prizes he’d won for describing it. I
told him I was disgusted by what he called his
exhilaration or his exaltation or whatever the fuck it was
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and I wanted him outI wanted him to GET OUT OF MY
ROOM.
CHRIS And did he?
CLAIR I’m sorry?
CHRIS Did he get out of your room?
Pause. She looks away.
So you believed him.
CLAIR Yes. No. Of course I did. Believed what?
CHRIS That his child was dead.
CLAIR Laela. Yes. He told me.
CHRIS So she won’t be needing the diary then.
Pause. She meets his eyes. He smiles at her.
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V
Empty stage, except for the piano, whose lid is now
up.
JENNY is alone, wearing pink jeans and high-heeled
shoes. She takes out a mirror and inspects her face.
She puts away the mirror. She looks at the piano. She
runs her fingers over the keyboard without making
any sound.
CLAIR enters.
JENNY It’s very nice here. I had no ideato be honestit would
be so nice inside your house. It’s warmand surprisingly
peaceful. You have such lovely things, like this piano.
And I’ve just realised that now the leaves have gone, I
can see my own windows. (slight pause) Ohand this is
for you.
She hands CLAIR a small parcel, which CLAIR begins
to unwrap.
CLAIR You’re right. It’s a nice house. It’s warm in every sense.
We’re very happy here.
Pause.
JENNY How’re your children?
CLAIR Mmm?
JENNY How’re your children?
CLAIR They’re not bothering you, are they?
JENNY What?
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CLAIR I said: they’re not bothering younot keeping you awake.
JENNY Oh no. I don’t hear them. Or if I do it makes me feel…
well… Hmm.
CLAIR finishes unwrapping the present: a small
serrated kitchen-knife.
(smiles) I hope you like it. I thought it would be useful
with small children.
CLAIR Oh?
JENNY To cut up their food.
CLAIR You’re right. (goes to kiss her) Thank you.
JENNY Careful! (steps back)
CLAIR Mmm?
JENNY The knife.
CLAIR Of course. Sorry. (points the knife away or puts it
down) Thank you, Jenny. (kisses her)
Slight pause.
JENNY I haven’t seen your children.
CLAIR Oh they’re probably racing up and down excitedly on their
new bikes.
JENNY What, with your husband?
CLAIR Mmm?
JENNY With your husband?
CLAIR Oh nomy husband found a jobhe’s working.
JENNY What? At Christmas?
CLAIR You sound surprised, but surely it’s not unusual. It’s not
just doctors and soldiers, it’s not just nurses like yourself,
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Jenny, who work at Christmas-time. Commerce can’t
stop any more than the courseisn’t this right?of some
fatal diseases. And while you and I are sitting in front of
the fire like this*, unwrapping our gifts, people still need to
buy things.
Pause.
What’s wrong?
JENNY I don’t know. Nothing feels right. Everythingdon’t you
think?seems awkward and artificial. I put these shoes
on speciallybut I’m not really comfortable in themand
if I’m honest, I don’t know why I’m wearing them. Even a
normal conversation like thiswith a person I
likebecause I certainly like youdon’t get me
wrongbut even thisI don’t know whyseems strained.
I don’t really know why I’m here at all.
CLAIR (smiles) You’re here, Jenny, because I invited you. And if
your shoes feel uncomfortablewellsimple
take them off.
JENNY You say your children are out on their bikesbut I can’t
hear themI didn’t see one single child when I walked
here from my flatnobody was outit was so quietit
was unnatural.
CLAIR Christmas is always like that: everyone’s indoors with
their families.
JENNY It didn’t feel right. There were no smells in the air. People
had wreaths on their front-doors, but I couldn’t see
anybody through the windows, even though they had
lights flashing round the window-frames. And before
*
No fire. They are not sitting.
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came out, I spoke to my husband and he just sounded
angry.
CLAIR Maybe he misses you.
JENNY Well that’s not my fault.
Christopher enters. He wears the outfit of a
supermarket butcher’s assistant: a white hat with a
brim, a white smock, and pinned to the smock a
badge with his name: ‘CHRIS’.
CHRIS (kisses CLAIR on the cheek) Hello sweetheart. We
have a guest.
CLAIR This is Jenny.
CHRIS Jenny. Of course. Hello.
CLAIR How was work?
CHRIS Totally mad. Sam’s off sick and Janine can’t tell a pig’s
ear from a cow’s arsehole, scuse my French. (chuckles)
But listen: we know each other.
JENNY Yes.
CHRIS Don’t we.
JENNY Yes.
CHRIS Wednesdays.
JENNY That’s right.
CHRIS Wednesday afternoons: minced steaktwo hundred
grams.
JENNY Yes.
CHRIS I find myself asking: who is it who’s eating those two
hundred grams of minced steak.
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JENNY I am.
CHRIS Not the dog then.
JENNY I’m sorry?
CHRIS Because 9 times out of 10 it’s the dog. Guaranteed.
Slight pause.
CLAIR You should take off your hat.
CHRIS Mmm?
CLAIR Take off your hat. And don’t wear your badge indoors.
We know who you are.
CHRIS I’m Christopher. (grins)
CLAIR Exactly. You’re my husband.
CHRIS I’m Christopher. I’m her husband. And I want my present.
I don’t want to take off my hat. I like my hat. I want my
present.
CLAIR What makes you think I’ve got you a present?
CHRIS Well if she hasn’t got me a present I’ll break her fucking
neck. (chuckles) Translate that into Englisheh?
CLAIR I’ll go and get it.
She goes. Pause.
CHRIS How’s the war?
JENNY Mmm?
CHRIS The war. How’s the war?
JENNY Oh, the war’s fine, thank you.
CHRIS Going well?
JENNY Mmm?
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CHRIS Going well, is it?
JENNY I think so.
Slight pause.
CHRIS And the enemy? How’s the enemy?
JENNY Intractable.
CHRIS Oh?
JENNY Pretty intractable, yes.
CHRIS Bastards.
Slight pause.
Are you comfortable in those shoes?
JENNY What? Yes, I’m fine.
CHRIS Because if you’re not comfortable / take them off.
JENNY I’m absolutely fine. Thank you.
CLAIR enters with gift.
CLAIR What is it?
JENNY Nothing?
CLAIR Is something wrong?
JENNY Of course notnowe were chatting.
CHRIS What’s this then?
JENNY Just chatting away.
CHRIS I said what’s this?
CLAIR Open it.
He takes the present, opens it. It’s the diary from
scene I.
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CHRIS It’s a diary.
CLAIR Yes.
CHRIS But it’s been written in.
CLAIR Yes.
CHRIS Why’s it been written in?
He flicks through the diary, stops at a page, reads
softly.
“…a different person… to the person who is writing this
now…” Hmm.
He flicks through, reads softly.
“…then I myselfthis is what I imaginedcould come…”
(peers at word) What’s this word?
CLAIR Alivecome alive.
CHRIS “…I myselfthis is what I imaginedcould come alive.”
Hmm.
Pause. He looks at her.
CLAIR Go on.
CHRIS Go on what?
JENNY She means read itdon’t you.
CLAIR Yes. Read it.
CHRIS reads softly, finding the words not always
easy to decipher, following them with his finger. He’s
not a ‘good’ reader. He seems generally oblivious to
the sense of what he’s reading.
CHRIS “When I was youngmuch younger than nowa different
person you might even sayto the person who is writing
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this nowand before I began to make my living from
translationtaking refuge in it as one writer says ‘the way
an alcoholic takes refuge in alcoholism’before that I
truly believed there was…” (peers at word) Can’t read it.
CLAIR A city.
CHRIS A what?
CLAIR A city.
CHRIS “truly believed there was”that’s right“a city inside of
mea huge and varied city full of green squares, shops
and churches, secret streets, and hidden doors leading to
staircases that climbed to rooms full of light where there
would be drops of rain on the windows, and where in
each small drop the whole city would be seen, upside-
down. There would be industrial zones where elevated
trains ran past the windows of factories and conference
centres. There would be schools where, when there was
a lull in the traffic, you could hear children playing. The
seasons in the city would be distinct: hot summer nights
when everyone slept with their windows open, or sat out
on their balconies in their underwear, drinking beer from
the fridgeand in winter, very cold mornings when snow
had settled in courtyards and they showed the snow on
TV and the snow on TV was the same snow out in the
street, shovelled to the side to enable the inhabitants of
to get to work. And I was convinced that in this city of
mine I would find an inex…” (peers at word)
CLAIR Inexhaustible.
CHRIS “an inexhaustible source of characters and stories for my
writing. I was convinced that in order to be a writer I’d
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simply have to travel to this citythe one inside of
meand write down what I discovered there.”
Slight pause.
CLAIR Go on.
CHRIS “I knew it would be difficult to reach this city. It wouldn’t
be like going on a plane to Marrakech, say, or Lisbon. I
knew the journey could take days or even years quite
possibly. But I knew that if I could find life in my city, and
be able to describe life, the stories and characters of life,
then I myselfthis is what I imaginedcould come alive.
And I did reach my city. Yes. Oh yes. But when I reached
it found it had been destroyed. The houses had been
destroyed, and so had the shops. Minarets lay on the
ground next to church steeples. What… balconies?”
(momentarily confused) “What balconies there were
had dropped to the pavement. There were no children in
the playgrounds, only coloured lines. I looked for
inhabitants to write about, but there were no inhabitants,
just dust. I looked for the people still clinging on to
lifewhat stories they could tell!but even therein the
drains, the basementsin the underground railway
systemthere was nothingnobodyjust dust. And this
grey dust, like the ash from a cigarette, was so fine it got
into my pen and stopped the ink reaching the page.
Could this really be all that was inside of me? I cried at
first but then I pulled myself together and tried for a while
then to invent. I invented…” (peers at word) What?
CLAIR Characters.
CHRIS “characters… invented characters…” (has lost his
place, finds it again) “I invented characters and I put
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them in my city. The one I called Mohamed. The one I
called the nurseJennyshe was funny. I invented a
child too, I was quite pleased with the child. But it was a
struggle. They wouldn’t come alive. They lived a littlebut
only the way a sick bird tortured by a cat lives in a
shoebox. It was hard to make them speak normallyand
their stories fell apart even as I was telling them.
Sometimes I even…” (peers at word) What’s this?
CLAIR Dressed them up.
CHRIS Mmm?
CLAIR Dressed themdressed / them up.
CHRIS “Sometimes I even”okay“dressed them up the way I
used to dress my dolls when I was little. I put them in
funny clothes but then I felt ashamed. And when they
looked at me, they looked at melike it says in a
book‘accusingly’”.
The little girl appears, dressed exactly like JENNY:
pink jeans, high-heeled shoes. She sits at the piano.
“So I gave up on my city. I was no writerthat much was
clear. I’d like to say how sad the discovery of my own
emptiness made me, but the truth is I feel as I write this
down nothing but relief.”
He turns the pages looking for more text, but finds
none. He closes the diary and looks at CLAIR.
What about me?
CLAIR What about you?
CHRIS Am I / invented too?
CLAIR Why don’t you take off your hat now? What?
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CHRIS Me. Am I invented too?
CLAIR No more than I am, surely. Take off your hat.
JENNY Yes. Go on. Take it off.
CHRIS Why?
CLAIR Because it will be better.
He slowly removes his hat.
You see: much better.
CHRIS You think?
CLAIR Much better. (to JENNY) Don’t you agree?
JENNY Oh yes. Yes. Much better like that.
CLAIR (to GIRL) Play us your piece, sweetheart.
JENNY Much much better like that.
The GIRL begins to play the Schubert movement
heard in scene II. She sets off confidently but gets
stuck at bar 3. She starts again but is soon in
difficulty. The light begins to fade. She can’t get
beyond bar 4.
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