Authors: Mark Ravenhill
Helen
My work’s been noticed and my constituency suggested I come in for a day, shadow, get a feel for the place.
Jonathan
And how does being a shadow suit you?
Helen
Very . . . informative.
Jonathan
And inspiring?
Helen
Yes I suppose so. Yes, and inspiring.
Jonathan
Excellent. So much to sort out. So much we could do better. Someone like you . . .
Helen
I hope so.
Jonathan
Can’t be far off.
Helen
And you’re . . . ?
Jonathan
Another day pass.
Helen
I see.
Jonathan
Not shadowing, advising. Doing what I can. An outside eye.
Helen
Right.
Jonathan
You’re very curious to know what it is, aren’t you? My advice, and really I shouldn’t . . .
Helen
I understand.
Jonathan
But since you’ve confided in me it would / be churlish . . .
Helen
No, no –
Jonathan
. . . not to reciprocate. You see, the thing is, the world is going to end.
Helen
laughs.
Jonathan
Yes, I know. That’s the problem, denial, it’s a big problem.
Helen
I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to . . .
Jonathan
Denial is a major factor. But at last there are those at the top listening.
Helen
I’m sorry, I said I’d be in the tea room . . .
Jonathan
The big boys have accepted the possibility, then, of course, we’ve got to ensure that it’s all managed as smoothly as possible.
Helen
I promised I’d be . . .
Jonathan
Can’t have a wobble in the last few hours, can we? Can’t have everyone going off-message and throwing us all into confusion as we reach the end.
Helen
I’ve got to go.
Jonathan
Don’t you . . . Listen to me. You won’t hear anything more important than this, alright? You can shadow, you can fact find, but this is . . . You listen.
Helen
I really don’t think / I need to hear . . .
Jonathan
Because this has got to be the People’s Armageddon, you see? We want to make sure that everybody has been listened to, that every social and racial grouping is represented in the events of the last few days. Exclusion must be avoided.
Helen
Listen. I have a sense of humour, I understand jokes, and I’ve enjoyed this enormously. I’m sure tomorrow in the middle of a very dull meeting about street lighting I shall look back on this meeting and smile to myself, so thank you for that.
Jonathan
Are you patronising me?
Helen
Well, yes I probably am.
Jonathan
Yes, you are and of course you’re right, best thing to do.
Helen
But now I’m going to have to get on.
Jonathan
Do you have any money?
Helen
I’m sorry?
Jonathan
Money. I’m rather hoping that you’re carrying cash.
Helen
No.
Jonathan
I really could do with an injection of capital.
Helen
No chance.
Jonathan
Thing is they send you out of rehab and what they don’t take into account is you need a good lump sum if your dealer’s even going to offer you some second-rate gear.
Helen
I don’t give money to people with a drug problem.
Jonathan
I have a cash problem. My problem is I think you’ve got some money and I don’t want to use force to get it from you.
Helen
That sounds very threatening.
Jonathan
I suppose it does.
Helen
Maybe I’ll call security.
Jonathan
How unfortunate, ‘Wannabe MP in terrace fracas’.
Helen
I think you ought to leave.
Jonathan
Alright Helen, alright then. But maybe, Helen, I could take a number . . .
Helen
No.
Jonathan
Should, Helen, I need to contact you.
Helen
I don’t think so.
Jonathan
I think, Helen, it would be good if we could talk at a later date.
Helen
You’re not getting any money.
Jonathan
I’m sorry, it is Helen, isn’t it? Yes of course it is. Sometime pamphleteer. Sometime, a long time ago now, writer of ‘A guide to destroying the rich’. Yes? Of course, yes. ‘We will start with individuals. One by one we will capture them, we will capture their children. There are a thousand years of injustice to reverse. When we strike it will be with a deadly cruelty which will wipe out a thousand years of suffering.’
Helen
That was another person.
Jonathan
Of course it was. It was you but still . . .
Helen
Another person.
Jonathan
Yes.
Helen
That was . . . It was a child.
Jonathan
Of course here on the terrace, the Thames, waiting for tea. It all seems like another world. But still, when you’ve suffered as I’ve suffered. When Nick took you at your word. Followed you to the letter. When my body was beaten and scarred . . .
Helen
I’m sorry.
Jonathan
Please.
Helen
I’m so sorry for all he . . . we . . . did to you.
Jonathan
Very fashionable now, sorry, isn’t it? Sorry we bombed your embassy, sorry about that famine, sorry we injected you with that virus and observed you as you died. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Well it doesn’t fucking work, okay? It won’t work.
Helen
Look, have some money.
Jonathan
That’s very generous of you.
Helen
Please. It’s the least I can . . .
Jonathan
My dealer will sleep easy in his bed for this.
Helen
hands him a ten-pound note.
Jonathan
Ten pounds?
Helen
It’s all I’ve got.
Jonathan
Ten pounds?
Helen
Take it.
Jonathan
No, Helen, I don’t want ten pounds, Helen. Don’t be so fucking stupid. I mean, do I look like a junkie? You’re going to have to sort out the bullshit from the truth if you want a future in Government. Where’s Nick?
Helen
I don’t know.
Jonathan
Come on. He’s out. Bound to head straight for you.
Helen
I don’t know where he is.
Jonathan
You’ve got to help me. It hurts so much the past, you know? I’ve got to find Nick.
Nadia
’s flat.
Very loud music.
Victor
is dancing in a pair of shorts as
Tim
cheers him on.
Tim
Go baby go. Go, go, go, go.
Enter
Nick
.
Nick
What the fuck?
Victor
dances around
Nick
, bumping and grinding him.
Nick
tries to push him away.
Victor
carries on.
Nick
Where’s Nadia? Where is she?
The dancing carries on.
Nick
grabs
Victor
and shakes him.
Tell me where she is.
Victor
Craz-eeeee.
Tim
pulls
Nick
off
Victor
. Pause.
Nick
turns off the music.
Nick
Where’s Nadia?
Tim
You must be Nick.
Nick
Tell me where she is.
Tim
I’ve heard about you.
Nick
(
to
Victor
) Do you know where she is?
Tim
You won’t get any sense from him.
Victor
Off my tits, yeah.
Victor
continues to gyrate in silence.
Nick
What’s wrong with him?
Tim
He’s happy. Leave him alone, he’s mine.
Nick
Who are you?
Tim
I’m Nadia’s very best and closest friend.
Nick
Right. I can’t find her. She’s supposed to be back and . . .
Tim
She’s supposed to be back . . . ?
Nick
Ten minutes ago.
Tim
Ten minutes?
Nick
Ten minutes, yeah, and she’s not here and I was getting worried and I went to look for her and . . .
Tim
Nadia attracts people like you.
Nick
People like . . .
Tim
Obsessive people.
Nick
I’m not. I care about her. I want to look after her.
Tim
As long as you respect her space.
Nick
I want to watch her all the time.
Tim
She’s her own person.
Nick
But she’s her own person. Yes.
Tim
Ten minutes. Yes, obsessive and dangerous people.
Nick
I’m not. No, no.
Victor
(
to
Nick
) You like my body?
Nick
What?
Victor
You like my body?
Tim
Tell him yes.
Nick
I think something’s happened to her.
Victor
He doesn’t like my body. Fucking bastard.
Tim
Upset him now. (
To
Victor
.) Alright, baby. It’s alright.
Victor
I’ve got a fucking fantastic body.
Tim
Easy, baby, easy.
Victor
Guys go crazy for my body.
Tim
Sit, SIT. (
To
Nick
.) You have to be firm with them. So . . . Nineteen eighty-four. You’ve been away since nineteen eighty-four.
Nick
That’s right.
Tim
In prison since nineteen eighty-four.
Nick
That’s right.
Tim
A lot’s happened since nineteen eighty-four. A lot to catch up on.
Nick
I suppose there must be.
Tim
Well my balls have dropped for a start. Nineteen eighty-eight that was. And I started shaving. Nineteen ninety.
Victor
I want the music.
Tim
I told you. (
To
Nick
.) Bit of whizz and he keeps going for three days. (
To
Victor
.) Wait. Daddy’s talking. (
To
Nick
.) Nadia’s a good person, you know?
Nick
She’s been good to me.
Tim
She really likes you. I know that for a fact because she told me. So you be good to her.
Nick
I will be.
Tim
Because we’re not going to let Nadia live with a bloke who isn’t good to her.
Nick
I’m doing my best.
Tim
Which is all that any of us can do.
Tim
’s beeper goes off.
Victor
Time for the medication.
Victor
gets pills and water from his bag
.
Tim
Now these are something you won’t have seen in nineteen eighty-four. These are new. You wouldn’t have seen these in nineteen ninety-four.
Nick
What are they?
Tim
In nineteen eighty-four you were calling it a plague, weren’t you?
Nick
I don’t know.
Tim
Oh I think you were.
Victor
Yes. Gay plague. Honey. Chug, chug, chug.
Victor
feeds
Tim
the pill.
Nick
Maybe the tabloids / they were always reactionary bastards . . .
Tim
In nineteen eighty-four I would have been dead in six months. Whereas now . . .
Victor
Chug, chug, chug.