SuBStoryExtract

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#111111" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <A HREF="id16_theatre_includes.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Belinda Blanchard"><U>Back to CV</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Home Page"><U>Back to Home Page</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#111111" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="0f05df00.gif" border=0 width="349" height="496" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>Extract from A Good Sub Story </B></div> <div> <B>by Sam South </B></div> <div> © Sam South 2007</div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN, 30, enters. She looks around. Sees Byron who nods at her and then </B></div> <div> <B>towards Andrew. She sees Andrew.  She watches him. </B></div> <div> <B>He is waving the £20 note for attention. He's getting a little angry. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     (To offstage) Ah, at last. Yes. Um. A glass of merlot, </B></div> <div> <B>a pint of Guinness and two chicken sandwiches please.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     Hi.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Hello.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     I'm Dawn. Do you need any help?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Um. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     And your name is?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Andrew.  Don't think so, why?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     Merlot with chicken?  </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     It's for . . . a change. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     Fair enough . . . sometimes it's important to go with what we like, </B></div> <div> <B>rather than what convention dictates.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Byron gets up and moves next to Carole.  </B></div> <div> <B>He pulls her out of her seat and to the side of the stage.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     What are you doing - how did you find me?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Congratulations!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     For what?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Your therapist qualification. I'm impressed.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     How did you know?  Byron! Andrew's around somewhere!  </B></div> <div> <B>Don't start that again!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     I do not want you to tell him I am here.      Do you understand?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Pause.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Carole?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     Yes, yes. Of course I won't! </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Two years ago you chose Andrew.       Did you make the right decision?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     Byron! Please don't. . .</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Does he give you what you want?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Can I get you . . .?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     A child?  You don't want children. You told me that!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     I don't know. He won't discuss it even. What are you doing here!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     A lager and blackcurrant please.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Yeuch. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     There are more disgusting things to drink, I promise.  I recognise your face. </B></div> <div> <B>Ah, of course! You're a local councillor, aren't you?  Education cuts. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Not my party you'll be pleased to know.      You a teacher then?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     Yes, what would you like to learn from me?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Is he everything you want? </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     Yes. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     And what about what you crave, what you need? </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>CAROLE</B><B>     Please, Byron -</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Do you love him? Tell me you love him and I shall go.  </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Pause.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Byron holds her hair in his hands and pulls her head back.  </B></div> <div> <B>He kisses her and she responds.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>BYRON</B><B>     Call me. I've moved. </B></div> <div> <B>     </B></div> <div> <B>He hands Carole a card, and exits.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Andrew is staring at Dawn.  She grins and snaps her fingers.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     You may speak.  What are you waiting for? </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Oh, I'm fine. Waiting for the sandwiches.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Byron sits back in his seat.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     Look, sign up there, they bring your food to you.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Oh yes.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     You're not used to being served are you.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ANDREW</B><B>     Sorry?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>DAWN</B><B>     Prefer to do the serving?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>She writes her name and number on a piece of paper and hands it to him.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>© Sam South 2006</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Back to Theatre</B></div> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Home Page"><U><B>Back to Front Page</B></U></A></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>