The Motive and the Cue (NHB Modern Plays) (eBook)

ACT ONE: THE MOTIVE

Scene One

Day One – ‘The Play’s the Thing’

A rehearsal room. It’s 1964. Table and chairs are laid out. The actors are around them and upon them.

Applause from the assembled company, as JOHN GIELGUD stands with a distinguished air.

GIELGUD. Please. Good gracious. Not necessary. It is a joy to see you all here. Wonderful in fact. Before we read, perhaps a few words…

CRONYN. We’re reading now?

GIELGUD. If you don’t mind indulging me.

CRONYN. I think many of us thought we would read tomorrow.

DRAKE. I thought so too.

GIELGUD. I apologise. You were expecting small talk. Yes, it is nice to flirt a little before we get entirely into bed. What should we discuss?

CRONYN. No. We don’t need to – curate discussion…

HERLIE. I’ve plenty to say about those jackals outside. I was not dressed appropriately for pictures –

CRONYN. I was in cream.

HERLIE. – and told them so, but it did not stop them.

CRONYN. Cream.

BURTON. Eileen, I’m sorry, they’re entirely my mess, I should have forewarned you.

HERLIE. It was – tiresome –

BURTON. I apologise to all of you. Nonsense, all of it. I do so hate it.

GIELGUD. ‘Reputation is an idle and most false imposition’ – so hard for you, Dick, such rabidity, but I suppose they may help ticket sales. I took – stage door of course.

Beat. That stops things. He looks around the room.

It’s possibly easier to keep things a little formal. Shall I be mother? Does everyone have the coffee they need? Is there cake? We should have had cake. Breaking bread together I’m not such a fan of, but breaking cake seems altogether better. We won’t go around the room because everyone forgets the non-famous names and knows already the famous ones. But one name I would like to celebrate, this is Jessica, she’s assisting me, she’s delightful.

JESSICA. Hello. Next time I’ll bring cake.

GIELGUD. You see? Before we read, a few things I thought I’d say…

He consults notes, he’s nervous.

Some of you may ask: Why a ‘rehearsal’ production? Why not merely modern dress?

I think this: Like all of you, I have so often seen a final run-through, before the costumes and sets arrive, which had drive and simplicity and… oh, an ease, somehow –

WILLIAM REDFIELD enters the room, surreptitiously. He looks over and sees that everyone’s gathered.

– which the actors never got back once the stone columns and marble tables came on and all the yards and yards of red velvet and blue silk and ruffs and farthingales were tossed about their simple bodies.

BURTON. Some bodies aren’t that simple.

There’s laughter. REDFIELD takes off his coat and then lingers – unwilling to disrupt any further.

GIELGUD. So much for traditional productions. (Without looking at him.) William, as enjoyable as your well-timed entrance is, the agony is beginning to infect us all. Please do sit.

REDFIELD. I’m so sorry. I was caught out by – I’m sorry.

JESSICA brings him a script, which he takes gratefully.

GIELGUD. Very well, then, why not contemporary clothing and drawing-room sets? Because it’s even more depressing really, and I’ve seen so much of it.

There’s more laughter, GIELGUD enjoys it, he’s warming up.

Claudius drinks a dreary martini, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern enter with frightfully tight – umbrellas –

There’s laughter.

– and Laertes offers Ophelia a Lucky Strike from a gold cigarette case and they both puff away while Polonius talks of the French…

There’s much laughter.

Richard and I have discussed this endlessly –

BURTON. Endlessly –

There’s laughter.

GIELGUD. Oh dear boy, and we finally wondered if it wouldn’t be a neat trick to do it as a run-through. As few props and gimmicks as possible. A pre-dress-rehearsal run-through of a traditional production put on just before the sets have been erected and the costumes fitted. We will all have to be careful of what we wear, but I have so often been fascinated by what actors wear to rehearsals. Have you noticed that what an actor wears on the first day usually indicates how he feels about his part? One even gets a hint of how he feels about himself.

He looks around the room.

Some are confident, some are less confident, some are ready to have confidence thrust upon them.

BURTON stands up and lights a cigarette.

And some think they’re still in their library at home.

BURTON nods with a grin. There’s a scatter of laughter.

Granville-Barker used to say that Hamlet was a permanent rehearsal, and I believe that. I would like you to wear what you would normally wear to rehearsals, and sooner or later we’ll all hit upon something. I think it could work out quite well. Don’t you?

There’s applause.

Good. Now we may read –

BURTON. May I first – say a little –

GIELGUD looks up, surprised.

GIELGUD. It is your stage.

BURTON. Welcome. As I say, I’m sorry for the – fireworks outside. Should die down in a day or two. It’s my responsibility not yours. I hold myself accountable for everything except Hume’s cream.

Laughter.

But I just wanted to say how excited I am to be here, amongst you, and how excited I am to have this wonderful man directing us.

GIELGUD. Oh, if you’re going to stick flowers up my bum you are not allowed to speak –

There’s laughter.

BURTON. Here is a theatrical gentleman in possession of a conviction. And that conviction is the Actor. First and foremost, eternally and always, when it comes to the theatre, the actor. Oh, yes, ‘The play’s the thing!’ but – we all know – the playwright is not an integer.

HERLIE. Amen.

BURTON. If a group of primitive men sit around in a cave, can a playwright entertain them? Not unless he’s a singer, juggler, tight-rope walker, dancer –

GIELGUD. Stripper.

There’s laughter.

BURTON. We are the bullfighters. And this man knows it. He wishes to unleash our skills and put them to Shakespeare’s use. He aims for swiftness, lucidity and a clean, sharp line. We are stripping back the stage, so he can show your worth. Now an actor cannot change during a twenty-five-day rehearsal, nor can any director bestow or bless an actor with more talent –

CRONYN. One can only hope –

There’s laughter.

BURTON. – but a director can memorise an actor, he can identify with him and bring the best from him. Such an approach takes sympathy and faith. That is what we will make, a new Hamlet for our time, held on our shoulders. Together we share the responsibility for what theatre can be – Sir John will unleash it in us – let us rise to his challenge.

There’s even harder applause.

BURTON sits, the joust has begun.

GIELGUD. What wonderful kind words. Quite quite unnecessary. Right. Act One. Scene One. Elsinore. A platform before the castle. Francisco is at his post, Barnardo enters…

The actors settle, open their texts.

BARNARDO. Who’s there…

FRANCISCO. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself…

BARNARDO. Long live the King!

Scene Two

Day Two – ‘We'll Teach You to Drink Deep, ’Ere You Depart’

We are inside the rooms of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. She is effortlessly draped over him.

REDFIELD. I won’t. Thank you.

TAYLOR. ‘I won’t. Thank you.’ Listen to him, all sombre like an actor. You must.

REDFIELD. I don’t drink champagne. The bubbles don’t agree with me.

BURTON. I’m the same, old man. Gives me the farts all night long, does that stop me – ?

TAYLOR. It really doesn’t. Dick once challenged me to a blowing-wind competition and his range was quite extraordinary…

BURTON. She played her part.

TAYLOR. What’ll you be if not champagne?

REDFIELD. Oh. Whatever you have.

BURTON. We have everything.

REDFIELD is shy and embarrassed.

REDFIELD. Beefeater martini?

TAYLOR. Stirred or shaken?

REDFIELD. Shaken.

TAYLOR. A gentleman. No less. An olive? A lemon?

REDFIELD. You really mustn’t…

TAYLOR. I simply must. We have olives and lemons.

BURTON (sung).
Olives and lemons said the bells of St Clements,
I’m pissed as a newt, said the bells of St Flute.

TAYLOR waits for BURTON to finish.

REDFIELD. No olives. No lemons.

TAYLOR. Frozen...