Some Demon (NHB Modern Plays) (eBook)

ACT ONE

Preset

The dining-meeting room.

The rising sun pours in through the window, catches motes of dust.

Mild classical music plays from an old CD player.

On the table, the debris of a recently eaten meal.

A sense of peace and domesticity.

And a bowl, overturned in the middle of the floor.

Scene One

ZOE enters.

She’s carrying a box of cleaning supplies in one hand and a pouch of tobacco in the other.

She drops the box on the floor, chucks the tobacco on the counter, and goes over to the music player. Rifles through the limited CD selection – puts on something loud and driving, like ‘Atomic’ by Blondie.

She starts throwing stuff away.

Empty bottles of Ensure.

Those little plastic pots of marmalade and jam.

A couple of dippy eggshells.

Maybe bopping to the music slightly as she goes.

When this is done, she goes back over to the box, pulls out cleaning fluid and a cloth rag.

She turns into the room – sees the bowl.

Her face drops.

She comes up to it.

She kicks it away, revealing a sludge of Coco Pops and milk seeping into the carpet.

She stares at it for a moment, seething.

She goes offstage.

The music starts skipping.

After a few moments, ZOE returns with a dustpan and brush.

She delivers a swift smack to the CD player, righting it.

She tries to brush the Coco Pops into the dustpan but they’re all soggy and stuck to the carpet.

ZOE. Fuck’s sake.

She chucks the brush on the floor.

She goes and gets a rubber glove, puts it on, and starts picking off the Coco Pops one by one.

LEANNE enters. She’s carrying a ring binder, a plastic box labelled ‘KATIE’ and the air of someone overworked and in a hurry. She is mid-conversation with SAM, who follows behind. SAM is wearing a hospital wristband and pulling a suitcase.

LEANNE.…get through this quick as we can and get you settled in properly after – (Sees ZOE.) you’re still here?

ZOE. Did you know about this?

LEANNE. I’ve got to do / a bag search.

ZOE. This is the second morning in a row.

LEANNE. I’ve got to do a bag search.

ZOE looks up, sees SAM. LEANNE turns off the music.

ZOE. In here? Why aren’t you doing it in the bedroom?

LEANNE (putting a cloth on the mess). Katie hasn’t finished packing, looks like a bomb’s gone off, clothes and shoes and god-knows-what all over the floor –

ZOE. You can’t leave it like that Leanne, it’s gonna stain.

LEANNE. It’s a dark-blue carpet.

ZOE. Just give me a minute, alright.

LEANNE. I haven’t got a minute, it’s almost nine.

ZOE. But it’s Coco Pops, for fuck’s sake.

LEANNE (warning). Zoe –

ZOE. It’s brown sugary milk. Do you want to stink the place out and fill it with ants?

LEANNE. ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FINE. Just get a shift on please.

LEANNE strips the ‘KATIE’ label off the plastic box and replaces it with a new one.

(To SAM.) Sorry about this. It’s not usually so chaotic it’s just admission and discharge days are always a nightmare, plus we’re short-staffed at the minute so it’s all a bit – bah! You know.

SAM. Sorry.

LEANNE. Don’t apologise, it’s not your fault.

SAM. Sorry.

LEANNE (reacting to something offstage). Oh for – Nazia!

LEANNE marches back to the exit. SAM sneaks a curious look at ZOE.

NAZIA (from off). What?

LEANNE. Didn’t I just ask you to sit down?

NAZIA (from off). I’m sat!

LEANNE. Properly please, right back in the chair with your whole bum on it! (Returning.) It’s just Sam, right?

SAM. Sorry?

LEANNE. Just Sam, not Samantha or Samira or –

SAM. No, just Sam.

LEANNE (writing on the new label). Just… Sam. I used to have an Irish Setter called Sam. Well, Sammy. Bloody lovely he was. Had to have him put down in the end. Right, paperwork!

She rifles through her folder and thrusts a bit of paper at SAM.

First up’s the schedule. Obviously you’ll have your individual reviews and therapy and so on with Dr Varma, she’ll be your lead psychiatrist, but this is all the group stuff with myself and Mike. Everyone off bed rest has to attend group meetings, that’s non-negotiable, so keep a hold of that cos we don’t want to be chasing you round the building when you get off constant observation – NAZIA.

NAZIA (from off). WHAT.

LEANNE (to SAM). Stay where I can see you. (Exiting.) You’re doing it again!

NAZIA (from off). Oh my god, I haven’t even moved!

ZOE (gesturing to SAM). Leanne…!

But she’s gone.

Awkward pause.

ZOE changes the CD in the music player – puts on ‘Road to Nowhere’ by Talking Heads.

You won’t try anything will you? While she’s…

SAM. Oh, no.

ZOE. Cos you think she’s not looking but I swear she’s got eyes in the back of her head.

SAM. Ha.

Beat.

ZOE. I’m Zoe by the way.

She goes to shake hands then realises she’s still wearing the rubber glove – retracts.

SAM. I’m, er – Sam.

ZOE. Just Sam, right.

Another slightly longer awkward pause.

SAM fiddles with her hospital wristband. ZOE notices.

So have you / come from

SAM. Good song.

ZOE. Pardon?

SAM. Sorry, just – the song. It’s a good song. I mean I like Talking Heads.

Beat.

ZOE. How old are you?

SAM. Eighteen.

ZOE (impressed). And you like Talking Heads?

SAM. They’re my mum’s favourite band so we used to listen to them in the car –

LEANNE (from off). Sam can you get your bag ready on the table!

SAM. Er – yeah!

SAM struggles to pick up her suitcase. ZOE watches her for a moment.

ZOE. Do you want / some help?

SAM. It’s okay, I’ve got it.

She continues to struggle.

ZOE. Here, come on.

SAM. Honestly you don’t have to –

ZOE. I know I don’t.

SAM. But it’s really –

ZOE. Fuck me, what have you got in here, kettlebells?!

SAM. No –

ZOE. Because that’s definitely not allowed.

SAM. It’s books.

ZOE. Books? (Struggling.) Christ, feels like half a library –

SAM. Sorry, it’s – they’re for uni, I’m doing Philosophy so there’s like a lot of reading and –

ZOE (heaving it onto the table). I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Well, good you’ll have something to do, it can get pretty boring.

SAM. How long have you been in here?

LEANNE (re-entering). Sorry about that, getting pulled from absolute pillar to post this morning – oh well done.

ZOE. You’re welcome. (To SAM.) Longer than her.

LEANNE. What’s that?

ZOE. I’ve been here longer than you haven’t I Leanne?

LEANNE. Can you turn this off please?

ZOE. In and out. On and off.

LEANNE. / Zoe… Zoe.

ZOE. Like a sort of toxic relationship – what?

LEANNE. Can you turn the music off. It’s inappropriate.

ZOE. Inappropriate?

LEANNE (gesturing to SAM). ‘Road to Nowhere’?

ZOE. But she likes Talking Heads!

LEANNE (skeptical). Oh she does, does she?

ZOE. She just told me! (To SAM.) Go on, what’s your favourite song?

ZOE. ‘Psycho Killer’? ‘Burning Down the House’?