FAMILY BUSINESS Julian Mitchell
FAMILY BUSINESS
OBERON BOOKS
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Family Business
Julian Mitchell introduces his new play:
Part of me feels I have to see the whole world, to explore every variety of culture, of animal and bird, art and architecture, before I can decide how to live in it properly.
So I always travel hopefully, as though the secret of life may lie around the next corner, across the next river, over the next range of hills. But another part tells me that this is absurd. I am a traveller, you are a tourist, he is a tripper goes the saying, and a tourist is the most I have ever been. As an outsider, an observer, I have never got to understand more than the superficialities of the societies Ive dipped into. And tourism today, with its all too casual wasting of the earths resources, is becoming morally disreputable. I ought to give up all flying, stay at home, and ride a bicycle instead of polluting the atmosphere with an inefficient car which would be better for me anyway.
I cant help noticing, though, that most of the world ignores the evidence of climate change, and continues carelessly on its way towards potential self-destruction. Our political leaders are too afraid of losing their seats to confront the public with the issues; our bankers and businessmen never look beyond their immediate profits; and there is very little opportunity or encouragement for us as individuals to take any action. So I am torn between self-indulgence and responsibility, between greed and green. It is this conflict which gave me the idea of writing a play about a family in the travel business, and a play meant embarking on a different form of travel internal rather than external exploring individual characters rather than countries, and how we think and feel about sex and marriage and parenting, the basics of family life. Attitudes have changed so rapidly in the last century that the British society to which Sigmund Freud came as a refugee in 1938 now seems as formalised and hidebound as ancient Egypt. If he came back today he would surely be astounded by how much we take for granted of his and his followers insights about human behaviour.
Things which in his day were secret and shameful are now openly discussed. He might even be shocked at the freedom with which we deal with them. Yet human nature hasnt changed. Inner and outer exploration those are the subjects of Family Business. Julian Mitchell, July 2011
Characters
SOLOMON WILLIAM TOM JANE KATE HUGO
FAMILY BUSINESS
by Julian Mitchell First performed at Watford Palace Theatre
from 7 22 October 2011 and Oxford Playhouse
from 25 29 October 2011 Cast (in order of appearance)
William | Gerard Murphy |
Solomon Tom | Ben Onwukwe Chris Kelham |
Jane Kate Hugo | Tessa Churchard Anna OGrady Tom Berish |
Director | Matthew Lloyd |
Designer | Ruari Murchison |
Lighting Designer | Jason Taylor |
Sound Designer | Steve Mayo |
Deputy Stage Manager | Maddie Baylis |
Assistant Stage Manager | Ian Grigson |
Scenes A converted barn on the Welsh Borders Act 1 Afternoon
Act 2 Later that day With thanks to Waterstones Watford, Sam Kordbacheh and Natasha Peyton-Bruhl
ACT ONE
The scene is a converted barn on the Welsh borders, with a view of the Black Mountains. There is a garden, mostly paved, but with roses.Act One is indoors.It is afternoon.WILLIAMis sixty-seven, a sharp, quick-witted Englishman in a wheel-chair.
He looks off to make sure no one can see him, then raises himself very carefully from the chair, and stands a moment, swaying. He takes a step, wobbles, has to clutch at a table. He stands up straight again, tries another step, but his balance is wrong. He curses silently, then makes his way back to the chair, holding on to the table. He sits. After a moment he wheels himself over to the window.SOLOMON comes in with a glass of water and a pill on a tray.
He is African, about fifty, but with a completely RP English accent. SOLOMON: Lifting your eyes unto the hills? WILLIAM: My delectable mountains. Delectable, at least, when the rain clears away. SOLOMON: Heaven always comes with ifs and buts. He offers the pill. WILLIAM makes a face but takes it. SOLOMON: I cant remember Is Hugo vegan or vegetarian these days? WILLIAM: Depends how annoying he wants to be. SOLOMON: Better make it vegan, then.
WILLIAM: Valerie spoiled him, thats his trouble. Had too much attention as a child. Now, as he cant get it by being exceptionally clever or nice or beautiful, he gets it by being peculiarly irritating. SOLOMON: What insight. WILLIAM: Am I becoming a bore? SOLOMON: (Tease.) Becoming? WILLIAM: Life is so stupidly organized. Mobile phone goes. WILLIAM: If its a man in Calcutta, tell him to get stuffed. Mobile phone goes. WILLIAM: If its a man in Calcutta, tell him to get stuffed.
With a Bombay duck. SOLOMON answers. SOLOMON: Hello? Oh, hello, Martin. Hes right here. Hold on. (Taking phone to WILLIAM.) Martin Phillips. WILLIAM: Oh, good.
SOLOMON: Now dont excite yourself. WILLIAM: (To phone.) Martin, what have you found? (Listens.) There was no formal agreement, no, but the two properties have shared the spring for hundreds if not thousands of (Listens.) But he did it so sneakily! Taking advantage of my absence under the surgeons knife to (Listens.) But he should have consulted me first! Surely? (Listens.) Well, Im disappointed. Very. Are you absolutely positive theres nothing (Listens.) Well, thank you. Thank you, Martin.