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Drama Scripts
A matter of Relations Part 1
By BrianRobertNeal
10 September 2006
Cast List
Prologue and
Scene 1

A MATTER OF RELATIONS-ONE ACT PLAY BY BRIAN NEAL.

CAST    
1)NARRATOR   2)MOTHER   3)FATHER  4)NIGEL-ELDEST CHILD  5)ARWEN-NIGEL'S ERSTWHILE MISTRESS    6)GEORGINA-MIDDLE CHILD 7)GERALD-YOUNGESTCHILD  7)MR NEW +8)MRS NEW-PURCHASERS OF THE FAMILY HOME.


SCENES
PROLOGUE- 2, 3
SCENE 1-IN AND AROUND THE HOUSE-1, 4, 2, 5, 3
SCENE 2-BIRTH AND DEATH 1, 4, 3, 7, 2, 6
SCENE 3-(THE CHILD IS) FATHER OF THE MAN/MOTHER OF THE   DAUGHTER 1, 2, 6, 4
SCENE 4-"BACKSTAGE-BEFORE AND AFTER THE SHOW" 1, 4, 7, 5
SCENE 5-AT ARWEN'S HOUSE 1, 5, 4


INTERLUDE  2, 3 

         
SCENE 6 LOSING 1, 4, 5,
SCENE 7-THEN WINNING 1, 6, 7, 4
SCENE 8-COMINGS AND GOINGS 1, 4, 5, 2, (7), (6)
SCENE 9-TWO SISTERS 1, 5, 6
SCENE 10-ON THE STREET WHERE I'VE LIVED. 1, 4, 5
EPILOGUE 2, 3

PROLOGUE

MOTHER+ FATHER (They speak alternate lines. Either can start.)

Though I am dead, grieve not for me with tears,

Think not of death with sorrowing and fears,

I am so near that every tear you shed

Touches and Tortures me, though you think me dead

But when you laugh and sing in glad delight

My soul is lifted upward to the Light

Laugh and be glad, for all that life is giving.

BOTH- And we though dead, will share your joy in Living.


SCENE 1-IN AND AROUND THE HOUSE
NARRATOR-It's a funny thing a family home.  For part of your life it is the very bedrock of your existence. Then, for the larger part, it is no more than a museum full of bitter/sweet curios, which you visit through a sense of duty, or in moments of stress, for refuge.


A middle aged nondescript man drives up to his family home and parks outside. He gets out, removes a briefcase from the back seat, closes the door and locks the car by pressing a button on the key. The lights flash and the indicators blink. However, he still walks round and checks every door and the hatchback. This of course sets off the alarm, which causes him to drop his case.

He then unlocks and relocks the car and picks up his briefcase. Nigel walks up to the front door, puts down the case, gets out 2 keys and fiddles with the locks. He says to no one in particular.


NIGEL-Mother, how many times do I have to tell you to get these locks seen to?  Don't tell me -there's a knack to it.


NARRATOR-The locks oblige and the door is opened. Nigel removes the keys, puts them away, picks up case and enters. He closes the door. There is a pile of post inside the door. Nigel picks it up and walks to the kitchen. He puts post and case on the table.


NIGEL This place stinks of dogs; how we ever sold it I just don't know.


NARRATOR-He then goes around the rooms opening the windows, walks back into the kitchen and opens the back door. He holds the door open with the bin. He sits down at the table and sorts out the post, putting it into 2 piles. The Bills he puts into his case.


NIGEL-Ad-libs e.g. "Junk, Junk, Bill, Junk, letter! Bill (etc),


NARRATOR-He opens the letter and reads extracts from it out aloud.


NIGEL-Dear Joyce, Just a line to keep in touch/You were sadly missed last week /Everyone asked where you were,/I tried to phone but I got no answer. You must be moving soon/ Keep in touch, Love Nancy".  I suppose I ought to let her know.


NARRATOR-Nigel goes to the hall and phones the number shown on the letter,


NIGEL-Bloody answer phone,


NARRATOR-He speaks in a tone suggesting an elderly woman)


NIGEL-Sorry I can't answer your call as I am having an Anne Summers Party, oops -


NARRATOR-He leaves a message in his ordinary voice


NIGEL-Hello Nancy, this is Nigel, Joyce's eldest.  Mother never made it to sheltered accommodation. She died peacefully in her sleep last Wednesday. I'll let you know about the funeral arrangements, I must go as the new owners will be arriving soon and I've got some bits and pieces to clear out. Bye.


NARRATOR-Nigel being the eldest took the brunt of parental "attention" and it was mutually felt that he was a disappointment to them and himself. As soon as he put down the phone he imagined his mother bearing down on him, in her housecoat under which was "going out clothes", "best wear" as she called it.

Recently she had not gone out much and now she would not go out at all. Nigel turns and "speaks" to her


NIGEL-Well Mother as usual it's all down to me, Georgina has knicked everything worth having and your darling baby boy Jerry, is too upset.


MOTHER-Yes, well nothing here was worthy of your consideration, and upset is the last word I'd use to describe you


NARRATOR-The image turns away and goes into the living room. It sits down on the settee, picks up the local paper and flicks through it. Nigel has walked into the living room.


MOTHER-Obituaries, there we are, I see you haven't been too gushing and emotional. "Died peacefully in her sleep, no flowers, donations to the Animal Sanctuary". And you couldn't have got a cheaper funeral!


NARRATOR-Mother goes back to reading the paper. Nigel goes to the kitchen, finishes the post, puts the remaining bills and the letter into the case. He picks up the junk, goes into the garden and puts the junk into the dustbin.


Nigel is a dreamer and uses his dreaming in the way others use drugs. His dreams make the world a more palatable place to be in. On occasion he stepped across the boundary between fantasy and life.

Arwen had been one such occasion. He remembered their last meeting. They had bumped into each other in the shopping mall.


NIGEL-Well if it isn't my favourite little elf


ARWEN-Why, Nigel why?


NARRATOR-What she meant was why did Nigel let her walk out on him. She called the shots; he should have come back begging like he always had. For the first time Nigel asked himself why and found himself saying


NIGEL-Because I love you. (Pause)  Because, I could just bear you being the mistress of a middle-aged nobody. I'm not a has-been; you have to have been something to be one of them. (Pause) Because, I could not bear the thought of you being the middle aged mistress or wife of a geriatric.


ARWEN-Don't you think that was my choice?


NARRATOR-Nigel goes back into the kitchen and then into the living room. As Arwen's image fades mother's comes into view. Nigel would have loved to have shown Arwen to Mother. They were of the same class.

However mother's wartime fling not only occasioned Nigel, then an unsuitable marriage but also finally condemned her to the life of an upper working class drudge. Her family had cut her dead and in peacetime she had had to follow her wartime occupation as a Nurse.

MOTHER-I'd have liked her, pretty little thing; she'd have kept you in check. Do you know Nigel for the first time in your life you have actually loved somebody other than yourself. And for once they actually loved you.

NARRATOR-Mother always blamed Nigel, for his birth had caused all her problems. She could not and had never loved him, but then he had never loved her. However he was useful for "doing things, or sorting them out".


NIGEL-That's precious coming from you. Unless one went round on all fours and were neutered, you stood no chance with you--.


MOTHER (Interrupts) I loved your father. You could not stand it could you.  Georgina I pity and Jerry's a fool. But you, you could have been someone. A cheap suit, company car and you think you're something special.


NARRATOR- Nigel goes to the cabinet and empties it. He finds a wig. He had also disappointed his father. Nigel was an enthusiastic but poor footballer, father loathed having to watch him play, but surprisingly mother insisted they went and watched. It got her out of the house.

The wig was "Nigel's Wig", and it sparked both happy and sad memories.. Father's image entered Nigel's minds eye. Father takes the wig from Nigel and puts it on Nigel's head. He holds Nigel by the scruff of the neck and Nigel goes all floppy. As they walk across to the chair Nigel stops, looks startled and says


NIGEL-Watch it I'm not a glove puppet!


NARRATOR-They go to the chair, father sits down, and Nigel sits on his knee as though he was a ventriloquist's dummy.


FATHER-Well Nigel have you been a good boy.


NIGEL-Yes I have.


FATHER -You don't say anything you're the dummy.


NIGEL-That's cos. I'm a very shy dummy


FATHER-Oh no your not.


NIGEL -Oh yes I am.


MOTHER -Be-hind you.


NARRATOR-All 3 are laughing. Nigel falls off his father's knee.


MOTHER -Nigel, be a love, make us all a cup of tea.


NARRATOR-Nigel gets up, takes off the wig, and picks up the other items. He stands in the doorway and overhears his parents' conversation and then goes to the kitchen to make the tea.


MOTHER-Why can't you two always get on like that?


FATHER-Cos. he's a snotty little sod, so full of himself.


MOTHER-pointedly-Now who does that remind me of?


NARRATOR-Mother goes back to reading the paper. Father nods off to sleep. Father's head slumps forward, Mother looks at father, then gets up, goes over and tries to wake him.

Nigel never got to make the tea that day. He could remember so clearly what happened next. Mother had suddenly shouted:


MOTHER-Nigel, I can't wake dad up


NARRATOR-Nigel goes into the living room. From his 1st look, Nigel is certain that his father is dead.

Mother's eyes say, "Come on Nigel sort it all out".

Nigel takes a wrist pulse and uses this as an excuse to place his fathers hands on his now damp lap.

He takes a neck pulse and uses this as an excuse to push father's head back and close his eyes.

Unable to face his mother, with his back to her, he says:

NIGEL-I'll get an Ambulance.

End of Scene 1

Reviews

Written by Phil (7008 comments posted) 10th September 2006
Other than the car scene, as I read this, I could clearly see it acted out on a stage, with flash-backs and such achieved with lighting. I thought the prologue excellent, but it didn't really go with the mother's and father's characters as revealed in the dialogue. Perhaps this will be redressed in later scenes. 
 
I liked the way scene one moved on with flashes into the far and near past. Even though his mother and father supply evidence to the contrary, as a reader, I felt a lot of sympathy for Nigel.  
 
The idea of setting this in an empty house 'full of memories' is a good one and you have worked it well. 
 
Just read what I have written so far - blether. The short version is: I really liked this a lot and will be looking out for following scenes. 
 
All the best, 
 
Phil.
Hi Phil
Written by BrianRobertNeal (1195 comments posted) 10th September 2006
When i dropped out of AmDram in 2002 I started writing this play. I got involved in Writers' groups and we sites and started writing short works. 
 
The play got lost. 
 
The Parents have a dual role, recalled persons and "Greek Chorus" The Prologue is a poem of unknown authorship. I found it amongst my late mother's papers. 
 
Its real role is to establish that Mother and Father are dead. 
 
The car episode would be purely related by the narrator. I'd introduced a narrator for two reasons, they would cut down the staging costs because the sets could then be minimal and it was an artifice to get a wheel chair not just into the theatre but onto the stage. The Narrator could read their part from a script and sat down. 
 
Thanks for your time and comments on this and other pieces, 
 
Brian 
 
 

Written by ellipinnock (1795 comments posted) 11th September 2006
I really enjoyed this. I too, found myself sympathising with Nigel, am I going to be disappointed when he turns out to be an odious little toad?? I liked the poem at the beginning, it was a nice simple way to explain the device with the dead parents. 
 
Looking forward to the next bit 
 
Elli
Hi EP
Written by BrianRobertNeal (1195 comments posted) 11th September 2006
Thanks for your time and comments.  
 
Re Nigel, he is not an odious little toad. 
 
Re-posting I'm giving the piece the chance to be read before posting the next part. 
 
Brian 

Written by ellipinnock (1795 comments posted) 11th September 2006
Good, I'm glad he's not :) 
I shall practice the art of patience ;)  
 
Elli

Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3590 comments posted) 11th September 2006
I like the poem at the beginning. It seemed an original way to start a play. It was grahically written I could see the pictures in my head as I read. I thought the use of narrator worked very well and added subtext to the piece which gave it more depth. I'm no expert but it felt like a stage play. It was sparsely written, making every word count with some nice bits of description e.g. 
"and uses his dreaming in the way others use drugs." 
what a sharp succinct way to some up a character 
Looking forward to see what transpires 
BBS
Hi Anne
Written by BrianRobertNeal (1195 comments posted) 11th September 2006
I last looked at this a year ago and am now very anxious about Scene 2. 
 
Still I'll post it tonight, 
 
Once again thanks for your time and comments. 
 
Brian
See it on stage
Written by Gill21 (566 comments posted) 12th September 2006
I really liked this. I sympathised with Nigel too although dare i say i found him quite cold? Am intrigued to discover more about him. I also could clearly see this on stage, even the car scene and liked the 'flashbacking', it helped move the story along and held my interest. It felt very much like a stage play and like most you have to really imagine it to get the full impact, scripts often read a bit disjointed, but there was little problem here because you set the scene so well, i could imagine it all. 
The poem was a very original opening, but i didn't like it much. That's just about preference though. Too original to let go. 
Looking forward to the next part!

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