9 August 2011
GEF (Repeats): Pop goes the Weasel.
An old (80+ years) Voirrey in bed.Anglican Priest sits beside bed.
VOIRREY: A monkey chased a weasel.
PRIEST: Voirrey, are you afraid?
VOIRREY: Afraid?BeatI'm terrified. I look back over my life and it is a load of regrets with one shining moment ofimportance.
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OLD VOIRREY: The entire world was watching us and I, we, were witnesses to something huge.
PRIEST: What did you witness?
VOIRREY: A diabolic miracle. A malignant blessing. A weasel in hen's clothing.
VOIRREY: A stream appeared which both quenched and drowned. I have no other way to describe what happened to us. To our family.
PRIEST: You told me once you grew up on Isle of Man. I have heard tales of the fair folk and their giftss that are as much curse as boon.
VOIRREY: Aye, the walls are thin there on the island.BeatI think you know more about my past than you let on.
PRIEST: I thought it impolite to say.
PRIEST: Have you made your peace with it?
VOIRREY: Hell no.
PRIEST: Well, that's that, then. Do you wish you had?
VOIRREY: Only every day. I wish I could put it behind me. I've had many opportunities.
VOIRREY: I should have put it all behind me. I could have at any time.
PRIEST: It can be hard to move on, but you did.
VOIRREY: No, I didn't. I ran. I ran from it all. The teasing, the media, the family and him.
PRIEST: Who? Your dad?
VOIRREY: Oh no, not him. Not him at all.BeatWell, maybe him a little. I meant Gef. Gef, it was, I ran from.
PRIEST: Why him?
VOIRREY (mimics): Why him? Why him?
PRIEST: You're avoiding the question.
VOIRREY: I am? Yes, I am. Why him? He cracked the world wide open. Everything hurt after that.
PRIEST: Voirrey? Do you love him still?
PRIEST: Shall we pray together? Shall we pray for him too?
The Priest gently takes her hand.
As the Priest talks, Voirry gets stiller and stiller until she is no longer moves.
PRIEST: Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Snip goes the prayer.
He holds Voirrey's hand a little longerthen he gently fold her hands across her chestand closes her eyes.
There s a large thump overhead and a high pitched keening wail.
PRIEST: What on earth is that?
PRIEST: Bloody dogs.
***VOIRREY: Do we ever really die, father?
PRIEST: I don't know what happens when we die. I put my hands of Jesus on that score.
VOIRREY: Will I be saved? I don't think I will.
PRIEST: Have you lived a good Christian life?
VOIRREY: And what would that be?
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Voirrey dies. Notebook catchup
Another scene, written at my job during breaks. Rereading it, I think I need to make Voirrey a little more strident, the dialogue even more oblique. Some of it is too expository when more information can be revealed later in the play. I really need to work on the Priest and giving him a definite platform. As I'm re-learning, there are many flavours of Christianity. In the early scenes the characters outside the main mongoose story are our entry into it.