Marked / by Nikki Atkin-Reeves

Cast

PATIENTS AND CARERS IN DEAN HOUSE:
LILY
LIZ
REG
TRINA
NADINE
STEVE
GILL - carer in charge of the half-way house
DAVE - her assistant carer

MARK'S FAMILY:
MARK
MARKS MUM
MARKS DAD
IAN - his younger brother
LOUISE - his little sister

MRS PRENTISS
DOCTOR VARA [female]
FIONA ANSTEY

The above sixteen characters form the nucleus of the play and should not be doubled. The following extra characters can, however, be doubled and could be divided between a minimum of ten further players:

FURTHER CAST IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:

ARRESTING OFFICER
JOHN - customer in Homebase
JENNY -his wife
KERRY - sales assistant in Homebase
MR PARKER - Homebase manager
DOCTOR JANE HARGREAVES
MR PRENTISS - husband of Mrs Prentiss above
MIDWIFE
JOB CENTRE WOMAN
MR HENDERSON - prospective employer
MRS CAPIDOSE - prospective employer
NURSE
DENEICE - cleaner
HAYLEY - cleaner
MS WILLIAMSON-ELLIS - young keen teacher
MRS SMITH - older teacher
TOUR GUIDE
NICOLA HARRIS - Year 10 pupil
BEV - her friend
SHARON MENZIES - another friend

In addition, throughout are needed the 'VOICES', PATIENTS and SCHOOLCHILDREN, CUSTOMERS, and so on. The play therefore needs a minimum of 26 players and could use more. The minimum of boys needed is: 8 [ 6 in the 'main' cast + at least 2 to play remaining characters.]

The play is full-length, lasting approx. two hours.

Sample Pages from the script

Extract 1

LILY
Have you got any paint?

KERRY glares at Lily
I am serving this customer at the moment.

MRS PRENTISS
If you just show me where the spacers are, I'm sure I'll be all right.

KERRY
If you follow me I'll take you to them, Madam.

LILY
Have you got any paint, I said.

KERRY ill-concealed anger
I am serving this madam at the moment, madam.

LILY
Are you deaf? [Too loud.] I only want some paint. You are a DIY store aren't you? God, I only want to get some paint.

MRS PRENTISS shocked
Manners! [She exits to find the file spacers on her own.]

LILY
Because if I don't get this paint soon, I'll be putting people's future in jeopardy. Now, I want something bright and cheerful - don't show me beige, I don't want to see any more boring bloody beige because ... [Begins to engage with Kerry urgently. Kerry is rattled.] ... that is obviously half the problem and of course no one else will do it so it's up to me and if you want my opinion it's just closed-mindedness because if more people listened ... [This accentuated by a poke in Kerry's chest, which makes her look around for help and begins to elicit interest from other shoppers ] ... if more people listened, ultimately we'd be better off, wouldn't we? Yes! You don't want to pay more tax than necessary, do you? Exactly, so why don't you just show me where the paint is and save the NHS a few million. [Takes Kerry the hand and begins to drag her.] Have you worked here long? Awful uniforms, aren't they?

KERRY
They're all right

LILY
What I'm after is pink, bright pink - fuchsia through to magenta - I don't want to be fobbed off with rose-white or ballerina pink, because God knows, I've seen enough of that to last me a lifetime.

KERRY
Over there. [Tries to go, but Lily wants to detain her to explain her theories]

LILY
I need quite a lot so you'll have to give me a hand. About a hundred million gallons, I expect. Yes, that should do it. You see, I need to paint all the psychiatric wards in Kent [or relevant county]. Immediately. [Very intently.] It's a matter of sanity or insanity, and I'm the one who's discovered the answer, do you understand?

KERRY twigs that something is very wrong and calls for the Manager
Mr Parker!

LILY
It's to do with the lack of colour in people's lives, you see ... our lives are dull. Who hates Winter? We all do, because it's grey and fiat, and that's why we all love Spring, isn't it ? - and I've only just found out the answer and I thought, you know ... [Suddenly terribly bright] Strike while the iron's hot. I'll get the trolleys and you load up the paint. [Looks at Kerry's name badge.] Kerry, the emerald green county Kerry.

KERRY to Mr Parker who has just arrived on the scene
I think she's from Dean House, sir.

MR PARKER resigned
Not another one. I'll get on the 'phone. [He leaves again.]

LILY
Well done. We need some reinforcements, get onto the news. I'm making history.

KERRY
Don't leave me on my own with her!

Lily, Kerry, the customers, etc. all exit, leaving Mrs Prentiss isolated in the middle. Music: Bewitched, Bother and Bewildered. Mrs Prentiss stands immobile. Reg enters and takes up an equally still position apart from her. Both face front. Their stillness contrasts with the bustle of the previous scene.

MRS PRENTISS
Pink is for girls. Sugar pink. Sugar and spice and all things nice. I wanted a girl.

REG
I lost my boy three years ago.

MRS PRENTISS coldly
I got a boy.

REG
Three years I've been like this.

MRS PRENTISS
It took months to get over it.

REG
Three years.

MRS PRENTISS
Months!

REG
I can't get over it.

MRS PRENTISS
It was like an animal, a scrap of needs and instincts. Straight away the midwife tried, put it to my breast, tried to latch it on. I pulled away ... the pain... the pain was horrific, he was eating me alive.

REG
I loved that boy if you want to know.

MRS PRENTISS
He squealed, maw wide open, dried blood gums and a lizard's tongue.

REG
When I went to see him, there was a little red bruise on his forehead; it didn't seem enough to kill him.

MRS PRENTISS
I screamed.

REG
I cried when I saw him, he looked so young.

Extract 2

DAVE like a holiday camp entertainer
You can always tell if someone comes from us, from Dean House. For a start, there's the walk, head down, feet dragging, sometimes a slight tremor to the hand. Let Elizabeth here demonstrate. [Enter Liz.] Lizzy, over to you. As you can see, the side effects of major tranquillisers are not attractive, but better than risk you sticking a fork in someone's neck, eh Liz? You might be a danger to the public and that wouldn't be acceptable, but we've got to let you out and about or else you'd forget what real life looked like. So, you're tranquillised, in order to keep the peace and preserve the furniture.
Spot the client who takes Chlopromazine, Perphenazine, Pericyazine, Promazine, Haloperidol, Droperidol, Beniperidol ... such pretty names and such a unifying effect: dizziness, drowsiness, dryness of mouth, blurred vision, constipation and lack of concentration. Not that that will bother our clients; they're all too busy concentrating on their demons. [Drum roll.] The side effects! Facial grimacing. [Patient enters, demonstrating and takes up dance position.] Laboured breathing . [Patient enters demonstrating and takes up dance position.] Arching of the back. [Patient enters demonstrating and takes up dance position] And prettiest of all, auto lingo bucco dyskenesia [tongue hanging out] ... [Patient enters, demonstrating and takes up dance position.] ... with ocular giro crisis. That's eyes rolling around in the head, which gives you a wonderful style when you're dancing the Haloperidol Shuffle.

Patients dance to the music and whirl around the floor while the washingup bowls are brought on for the next scene.

Music fades, although one of the residents is humming the tune as they wash up. There are several people exhibiting the side effects mentioned previously, especially lack of concentration and shifting from foot to foot. There is a line of clients with three washers up and three dryers. [Suggest Liz, Reg, Trina, Steve, Nadine + 1 extra.] Reg is washing one plate with great care, over and over again, thus holding up the drying. Liz is meant to be drying his washing up and is becoming progressively more annoyed until suddenly and explosively angry with him.

LIZ
Bloody hell! How many more times are you going to wash that plate? Hurry up, hurry up, what's the matter with you? Pass it over, pass it over, pass it over to me, Reg! [Reg ignores her and begins to wash the plate all over again, muttering.] Put it down, Reg, pass it over, pass it over to me! You're going to make me late. Hurry up - put the plate down - hurry up, Reg! You're making me angry now; pass the plate over. Someone make him hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, you pig! Gill, stop him, stop him now, you bitch! Liz lunges for the plate. Reg turns around in surprise, shocked and unhappy at Liz's proximity. Gill tries to intervene.

GILL
Leave him ,Liz. Let him wash it once more, then you can have it.

LIZ
I want it now, I'm missing my programme, you stupid old man, you stupid pathetic old man. [Sudden burst of rage.] Give me the plate or I'll smash your face in!

GILL
Lizzy ...

LIZ
Shut up, you fat old tart. I'm not talking to you. Keep your nose out of it.

GILL cross
Don't talk to me like that.

LIZ
Or what? What are you going to do about it? You can't do anything, because I'm mad; you can't touch me! [Shouting.] None of you can touch me, I can do whatever I like! Stop washing that plate, you lunatic!

She snatches the plate from Reg after a brief struggle. Reg becomes very distressed and tries to snatch it back but Liz is too powerful and too strong. She pushes Reg over. Reg grabs the plate back. Gill goes to restrain Liz but Liz runs out.

LIZ
You're all bloody mad in here!

GILL
Lizzy!

Gill exits after Liz Reg has slowly got up and begins to mechanically wipe the plate. Trina gently takes the plate from him and moves him to a chair. The other patients take up casual positions, as if relaxing in the common room of Dean House.

TRINA
All right, mate ...

REG
I know it's silly.

TRINA
No, you're all right, mate. Whatever turns you on.

REG indicates plate
Can I just?

TRINA It's all right.

REG
Yes, I just have to.

TRINA
I know. Must be rough on your hands, eh? Here, you could always come round my place one day, do the washing up, if you're so fond of it? [Slight pause.] Maybe not.

Reg permits himself a slight smile and Trina smiles back at him.

Extract 3

Gill enters and stands with Dave. The Voices take grey blankets and begin to move towards Reg.

GILL
Lack of satisfaction. Nought points for I am not particularly dissatisfied. One point each for, I feel bored most of the time or I don't enjoy things the way I used to. Two marks for I don't get satisfaction out of anything any more.

REG
I am dissatisfied with everything.

VOICE 1
Three points.

VOICE 2
You feel bad or unworthy practically all the time now.

VOICE 3
I feel as though I am very bad and worthless. I deserve to be punished. I want to be punished.

VOICE 4
I don't like myself.

VOICE 1
I am disgusted with myself.

VOICE 2
I hate myself. I am to blame for everything that goes wrong. I feel my family would be better off if I were dead.

VOICES 3&4
I would kill myself If I could.

REG
I used to be able to cry but now I can't cry at all, even though I want to. I am completely absorbed in what I feel.

At this point the Voices wrap the grey blanket right up around Reg, muffling him from the reality of the scene.

NADINE as one of the Voices, turns to audience
It's almost as though I just slowed down. One day I noticed the time going more slowly and then I was responding to it in kind. I woke up slowly, my eyes gummy and tired, looked around my room and thought, what am I supposed to do next? The struggle of dressing myself seemed insurmountable: too many decisions, too many drawers and hangers. I couldn't do up buttons, hooks and eyes, or zips, so I didn't get dressed. I sat on the floor waiting for the slow time to go. I didn't phone in sick; the phone was downstairs and the number was in my diary. Too much effort, I thought; they'll realise I'm not coming in soon enough. I sat in a puddle of clothes in a dark room with the curtains drawn for days. I didn't do anything; I just sat. And thought. And cried. We should have more words for aging, like the eskimos have for snow. First of all I cried little snivelling sobs that caught in the back of my throat and made my nose run, salty over my lips. Then I took deep breaths

STEVE another one of the Voices, turns to audience
that couldn't control the next deep sobs that were making my chest heave and my shoulders shake. And the crying went deeper, into my stomach, deep down and up again, through my throat, ripping out of my mouth in a wet gurgling.

NADINE
And the crying went deeper and deeper, mixed up with my stomach and my limbs and it had a life of it's own. I was nothing to do with it, a passive vehicle, as the crying took a dangerous turn and became a crying cancer, dangerous, frightening, nothing to do with feeling sad.

STEVE
It was despair that tore the howl from me.

NADINE
I howled like an animal.

STEVE
All instinct, primal scream. Howled on my bedroom floor on a sunny day in a beautiful house.

NADINE
And I had no right to do it.

VOICE
You've got everything going for you, Nadine. Your whole life is ahead of you, look how well you're doing already.

NADINE
But I was howling for the past.

Extract 4

Marks mum pulls Mark by the hand and moves increasingly fast along the corridors.

MARKS MUM
This is no place to bring my Mark. He's doing his exams next year.

FIONA ANSTEY enters through the maze of human corridors
You are Marks mum? And you must be Mark. I'm Fiona Anstey.

MARKS MUM to audience
She didn't look old enough to be a doctor.

FIONA ANSTEY
Tell me, Mark, do you ever feel afraid or anxious? How do you sleep? Have you got many friends, would you say? Do you worry that people may be trying to influence your thoughts?

No response from Mark save grunting.

FIONA ANSTEY slight pause before she asks this next question
Have you ever heard someone speaking to you and when you look there's no one there?

Mark looks startled and grunts in the affirmative.

MARKS MUM equally startled
I thought we were here about drugs. I wasn't expecting this; hang on a minute! [She takes a sharp intake of breath, looking horrified.]

FIONA ANSTEY
Thank you, Mark. Why don't you go and get a cup of coffee for yourself and your mother? There's a machine in the corridor. She'll be out directly.

Mark moves to corridor but makes no effort to get a coffee. He sits, slumped, echoing the facial expressions and the posture of the other clients who occasionally drift down the corridor.

FIONA ANSTEY
I'd like to bring him in for some clinical observations and some tests. We need to build up a better picture but to be honest, he's looking textbook. He doesn't wash you say? [Marks mum shakes her head.] Did your GP mention anything to you about the possibility that Mark may be suffering from a schizophrenic illness? [Marks mum reacts as though someone has punched her in the solar plexus.] So we'll admit him for a short time while we get him onto the appropriate drug therapy. Did you drive here? I'll phone up to the ward and let them know you're coming. It's clearly signposted: Hopeless Ward ...

MARKS MUM to audience ...
Is what I thought she said.

NURSE entering briskly
Hopewell Ward? Follow me.

FIONA ANSTEY an afterthought
Out of curiosity, any family history of this type of illness? Your husband or your parents, for example?

MARKS MUM reacting violently to the suggestion No! And neither does my Mark. You're over reacting.

FIONA ANSTEY cutting her off
Good day, Marks mum.

MARKS MUM to audience
I walked very fast out of her office, pulling Mark by the hand. He was nothing like these people. Nothing. [Slight pause.] But when I looked again and saw the pain and hurt in Mark's face, and the pain and hurt in the faces that we passed in the corridor ... [Finding it difficult to keep a brave face on things.] Well ... you know...

Whisper from the voices in the corridor.

VOICES
Schizophrenic.

MARKS MUM
My son is not mad. He's got his exams next year. He's not ... [Finds it hard to say the word.] ... He is not ... [Whispers.] ... Schizophrenic.

Exit music and lighting change as the cast in the previous scene exit, except the Voices, who regroup behind the following scene. Deneice, Hayley and Trina enter. They have been cleaning and enjoying their fag break.

DENEICE to Trina
How about that nutter, then, eh?

TRINA
Which one?

DENEICE That schizo bloke, stabbed a woman and then ran amok with a knife. How about him?

TRINA
What?

DENEICE They want to lock him up, don't they? They want to lock all of them up and throw away the key, bleeding nutters. Why they let them all out to bother us I don't know. They want shutting up for good and all. I don't want to see them walking down the road with their funny walks and crazy clothes. Do you?

TRINA wary lest she give herself away, but angry
I dunno. Some of them are all right.

DENEICE
Oh yeah? Bloke goes psycho with a knife and that's all right is it? What are you, a social worker?

TRINA
No, I just think you shouldn't judge everyone by what one person's done, that's all. It's not fair.

DENEICE
Oh hark at Mother Teresa! Trina, there are nutters walking about these streets all day and every day and no one is going to stop them. They're everywhere! They might even be living next door to you. I mean, you don't know, do you?

HAYLEY
I know what you mean, because down the road from us we've got a whole house full of them. And it's a nice house as well. And you know who's paying for it, don't you?

TRINA
No.

HAYLEY We are, in our taxes. Well, not us exactly, because I'm working cash in hand so I don't declare it, but my hubby does and I think it's criminal. You know what they should do with them, don't you? They should put them back in those hospitals, then at least you'd know where they all were.

VOICE
High on the hill

VOICE
Grey and grim