Ben Musgrave
CRUSHED SHELLS
AND MUD
NICK HERN BOOKS
London
www.nickhernbooks.co.uk
Contents
Crushed Shells and Mud was first performed at the Southwark Playhouse, London, on 1 October 2015. The cast was as follows:
VINCE | Alexander Arnold |
LYDIA | Hannah Britland |
SARAH | Laura Howard |
DEREK | Alex Lawther |
PETER | Simon Lenagan |
Director | Russell Bolam |
Designer | Ellan Parry |
Lighting Designer | Richard Godin |
Sound Designer | Richard Hammarton |
Movement Director | Jack Murphy |
Acknowledgements
The idea for this play began on a trip to Uganda to talk to people whose lives had been transformed by antiretroviral drugs. Many thanks to Annie Katuregye and all who took the time to tell me about their experiences. Thanks also to Theatrescience, Rebecca Gould, and Caroline Grundy for developing the idea and for getting me out there in the first place.
I wrote the first draft of the play on attachment at the National Theatre Studio and I am enormously grateful to all at the Studio who enabled this in particular Brian Walters, Matthew Poxon, and Rebecca Frecknall (who directed two excellent workshop readings of the play, the first featuring Nick Blakeley, Robin Pearce and Jess Murphy, the second Sin Thomas, Ted Reilly, Tom Hughes and Lou Broadbent).
I am always indebted to the Dog House Group Matt Morrison, Robin Booth, Samantha Ellis, and Nick Harrop. And also to Rachel Taylor, Robert Holman, and Lucy Morrison for useful thoughts. Thank you to Kirsten Forster. Thank you also to all at Nick Hern Books and the Southwark Playhouse.
Huge thank you to Joe Strickland, Simon Lenegan, and especially to Russell Bolam who believed in the play and had the cheek and sheer bloody-mindedness to get it on.
To my parents for supporting this play and my strange career, and of course to Selene Burn, for everything.
B.M.
Characters
DEREK, seventeen
LYDIA, seventeen
VINCENT, seventeen
SARAH, forty-eight
PETER, forty
OLD LADY, seventy-five
Notes
The play can be performed with a cast of five actors, doubling Sarah and the Old Lady.
A forward slash (/) marks an interruption by the next speaker.
The absence of a full stop at the end of a line marks a trailing off or an interruption of thought.
This ebook was created before the end of rehearsals and so may differ slightly from the play as performed.
ACT ONE
Scene One
She Crawled Out of the Sea
The east coast of England.
A field. High brambles, nettles, tall grasses obscure a view of the sea. The memory of a path down.
In the other direction, a track leading to the village.
Within the field a holiday caravan, weathered, battered, seagullspattered.
A changeable day in summer. At this moment it is grey.
DEREK emerges from the caravan, carrying a plain brown notebook. He goes to the side of the caravan, and climbs up the side-ladder.
From the top, he looks at the sea for a moment, then sits down, dangling his legs from the roof.
He takes the notebook, and makes a slight adjustment to what is written within.
He starts to read what he has out loud.
DEREK | One day she came out of the sea. She crawled out of the mud, quietly. Shy and beautiful Brushing off sand and shells. |
And over marsh and pool she looked straight into his eyes. And even from that distance He knew she understood him. And knew she had the answers To all the things that hurt or didnt make sense. |
He looks up as the sun comes out and warms his face. |
Scene Two
Lydia
By the caravan.
A brighter day.
DEREK is showing LYDIA around.
He is not in her league.
DEREK | (Of the path to the sea.) Now, normally you can get to the sea this way, theres a path that winds down, but there havent been the walkers really, in recent years. So its quite grown over. |
Ill see if I can beat it back at the weekend. |
LYDIA | (Smiling.) Dont worry. |
DEREK | Oh I dont mind! |
LYDIA | It was just a whim. |
DEREK | We need to keep it open. Its a right of way. You cant just let it go. |
(Of the caravan.) This is just |
Someone just dumped this here. We use it sometimes the farmer doesnt mind. |
Youre most welcome at any time. |
LYDIA | Thanks. |
DEREK tries to point out the view. |
DEREK | Well, thats the sea. (Looking down into the vegetation.) Its not a great beach, if Im honest. Quite muddy. Theres a better one further down the coast. Rockpools, a bit of sand. I could show you? |
LYDIA | (Smiling.) Okay. |
DEREK | Im not much of a swimmer. Well, I can thrash about |
(Of her name.) It was Lydia wasnt it? |
LYDIA | Yes. |
DEREK | (Embarrassed.) I always forget in the flurry of it. And then its embarrassing to ask again. |
Pause. |
(Of his name.) Derek. |
LYDIA | Yes. |
LYDIA smiles. They look into the brambles. |
DEREK | Did you swim where you were before? |
LYDIA | A little bit. |
DEREK | Where was it? |
Beat. |
LYDIA | Sussex. |
DEREK | So this must be a bit of a change! |
LYDIA | Yes! |
DEREK | Everything okay there? |
LYDIA | Yes, we were fine. |
Pause. |
DEREK | Your parents move out here? |
LYDIA | No Theyre in Germany. |
Business |
Im staying with my aunt for the holidays. |
LYDIA stares out. |
DEREK | (Of the whole area.) Theres not much here. |
Its not Well its not too wonderful. |
If youre after clubs and things theres one in Stonesea. We had a disco at the village hall last year but it wasnt up to much. |
Theres a shop or two and a pub. |
I think it would be hard in a new place. |