Crushed Shells and Mud

Home > Other > Crushed Shells and Mud > Page 10
Crushed Shells and Mud Page 10

by Ben Musgrave


  Pause.

  Let him come, Derek.

  If this is what he must do, let him do it.

  I’m not afraid of him.

  I know what I am.

  You can’t hurt me any more.

  Pause.

  I’m feeling strong.

  There’s no shame in me.

  PETER

  No?

  LYDIA

  She’s coming for me.

  PETER

  Fairytales.

  LYDIA

  Any minute now, she’ll come.

  Pause.

  The sound of a car approaching. PETER goes to look.

  VINCENT

  It’s an old Morris!

  And now the headlights swing into view, moving across them, illuminating them.

  It’s an old Morris Minor Traveller, with a wooden frame.

  DEREK

  A Morris Minor Traveller!

  The car stops. The door opens. The headlights remain, casting an extraordinary light on them all.

  The OLD LADY enters.

  They stare at her.

  PETER

  Who the fuck are you?

  OLD LADY

  You know who I am.

  Pause.

  It’s over now, Peter.

  Put down your blade.

  Pause.

  It’s over.

  Pause.

  PETER

  No, it’s not.

  Pause. The OLD LADY pulls out a gun.

  OLD LADY

  I was with him

  At the end… Peter.

  He forgave you.

  He understood.

  There was no fear in him.

  He wanted to talk to you.

  He’d tried to call so many times.

  And try to explain to you who he really was.

  PETER

  I was away.

  OLD LADY

  He didn’t betray you – he was always himself.

  Beat. PETER winds himself up with this.

  I saw him die, Peter.

  PETER

  Where was it?

  OLD LADY

  At home.

  PETER

  I chucked him out of home!

  OLD LADY

  Nonetheless.

  PETER winds himself up about this.

  PETER charges at the OLD LADY, but she shoots in the air. A warning shot.

  PETER stops.

  Let us be, Peter.

  The things that happened happened.

  We’ve had enough, now.

  Pause.

  It’s time.

  All of us.

  PETER

  (Of LYDIA.) Where are you taking her?

  OLD LADY

  I’m taking her home.

  (To PETER.) Maybe it’s time for you, too.

  Pause.

  It’s over now. Go back home.

  Get out of the district.

  If we see you again here we’ll shoot you.

  You’ll be dead in a rockpool, do you understand?

  The sea will take you.

  Go back home.

  Pause. PETER nods. He stumbles off.

  The OLD LADY turns to VINCENT.

  (To VINCENT.) Time for you, too.

  When you wake up tomorrow you can start again.

  We’re going to need you, in the time to come.

  Derek’s going to need you.

  Pause. VINCENT goes. Pause.

  LYDIA

  Where are we going?

  OLD LADY

  I’ve got a house.

  In Cumbria.

  LYDIA

  What’s it like?

  OLD LADY

  It’s full of light.

  Pause.

  Are you packed?

  Pause.

  LYDIA

  Yes.

  Beat.

  OLD LADY

  Is your bag inside?

  LYDIA

  Yes.

  OLD LADY

  Then I’ll go and get it.

  LYDIA

  But what about Derek?

  Pause.

  OLD LADY

  Derek knows what he has to do.

  LYDIA

  He should come with us.

  Pause.

  OLD LADY

  Derek’s not coming

  LYDIA

  Why?

  OLD LADY

  Derek must stay here.

  LYDIA

  Why?

  OLD LADY

  Derek belongs here.

  LYDIA

  Because ‘we are who we are and he is who he is’?

  OLD LADY

  Yes.

  LYDIA

  I don’t accept that.

  OLD LADY

  You need to be amongst your own.

  LYDIA

  Why can’t he come?

  OLD LADY

  You’re young.

  LYDIA

  Yes. And I have a future.

  OLD LADY

  Yes.

  LYDIA

  I’m young. I have a future.

  I just want him in the car.

  OLD LADY

  Why?

  LYDIA

  We’re going swimming.

  Take him, as far as he wants to go.

  The OLD LADY smiles. She considers.

  A long pause.

  OLD LADY

  (To DEREK.) Do you want to come?

  DEREK

  Yes.

  OLD LADY

  You don’t say it lightly?

  DEREK

  No.

  Pause.

  OLD LADY

  I’ll go and get the bags.

  Pause. The OLD LADY exits. The two of them.

  LYDIA

  In Cumbria, there are waterfalls

  And pools

  And hills.

  Pause.

  I made you a CD.

  Pause.

  He smiles. She gets it out. Gives it to him.

  It was going to be as a goodbye, but

  We can play it in the car.

  DEREK

  What’s on it?

  LYDIA

  Nineties.

  Pause. He takes the CD.

  DEREK

  You wrote it all out!

  LYDIA

  Yeah.

  Pause. DEREK looks at the track list.

  DEREK

  (Of the OLD LADY.) I’m not sure this’ll be her kind of thing.

  They laugh. The OLD LADY re-emerges.

  OLD LADY

  Are you ready?

  LYDIA

  Yes.

  Pause.

  Where are we going?

  The OLD LADY takes the bags in the direction of her car. She turns to look back at them.

  OLD LADY

  We’re going home.

  LYDIA turns and follows her off.

  Pause. DEREK watches as they get in the car.

  He turns to look at his land. Then he too goes to the car.

  The ignition. A door slams. The car reverses and the headlights sweep over the cottage. An intensity of bright light. The car drives off.

  BEN MUSGRAVE

  Theatre includes: Across the Dark Water (The Point, Eastleigh, UK tour); Politrix (Hackney Showrooms); Stunted Trees and Broken Bridges, Breathing Country (nominated for Brian Way Award; Y Touring Theatre, UK tour); His Teeth, Pancras Boys Club (Only Connect); Boars and Dragonflies (Miniaturists/Arcola); Exams are Getting Easier (Birmingham Repertory Theatre); Pretend You Have Big Buildings (Royal Exchange Theatre; winner, Bruntwood Prize).

  Television includes: Beginner’s Call; The Local Man (under option, Lime Pictures).

  Radio includes: The British Club.

  A Nick Hern Book

  Crushed Shells and Mud first published as a paperback original in Great Britain in 2015 by Nick Hern Books Limited, The Glasshouse, 49a Goldhawk Road, London W12 8QP, in association with Strickland Productions Ltd

  This ebook first published in 2015
/>   Crushed Shells and Mud copyright © 2015 Ben Musgrave

  Ben Musgrave has asserted his right to be identified as the author of this work

  Cover image: Alex Rafael Rose

  Designed and typeset by Nick Hern Books, London

  A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

  ISBN 978 1 84842 531 6 (print edition)

  ISBN 978 1 78001 665 8 (ebook edition)

  CAUTION This ebook is copyright material and must not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, leased, licensed or publicly performed or used in any way except as specifically permitted in writing by the publishers, as allowed under the terms and conditions under which it was purchased or as strictly permitted by applicable copyright law. Any unauthorised distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author’s and publisher’s rights, and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly.

  Amateur Performing Rights Applications for performance, including readings and excerpts, by amateurs in the English language throughout the world should be addressed to the Performing Rights Manager, Nick Hern Books, The Glasshouse, 49a Goldhawk Road, London W12 8QP, tel +44 (0)20 8749 4953, email [email protected], except as follows:

  Australia: Dominie Drama, 8 Cross Street, Brookvale 2100, tel (2) 9938 8686, fax (2) 9938 8695, email [email protected]

  New Zealand: Play Bureau, PO Box 9013, St Clair, Dunedin 9047, tel (3) 455 9959, email [email protected]

  South Africa: DALRO (pty) Ltd, PO Box 31627, 2017 Braamfontein, tel (11) 712 8000, fax (11) 403 9094, email [email protected]

  USA and Canada: Casarotto Ramsay and Associates Ltd, see details below

  Professional Performing Rights Applications for performance by professionals in any medium and in any language throughout the world (including by stock companies in the USA and Canada) should be addressed to Casarotto Ramsay and Associates Ltd, Waverley House, 7–12 Noel Street, London W1F 8GQ, fax +44 (0)20 7287 9128, email [email protected]

  No performance of any kind may be given unless a licence has been obtained. Applications should be made before rehearsals begin. Publication of this play does not necessarily indicate its availability for amateur performance.

 

 

 


‹ Prev