Sam Shepard - The god of hell: a play

SAM SHEPARD

The God of Hell

Sam Shepard is the Pulitzer Prizewinning author of more than forty-five plays. He was a finalist for the W. H. Smith Literary Award for his story collection Great Dream of Heaven, and he has also written the story collection Cruising Paradise, two collections of prose pieces, Motel Chronicles and Hawk Moon, and Rolling Thunder Logbook, a diary of Bob Dylans 1975 Rolling Thunder Review tour. As an actor he has appeared in more than thirty films, and he received an Oscar nomination in 1984 for his performance in The Right Stuff. His screenplay for Paris, Texas won the Grand Jury Prize at the 1984 Cannes Film Festival, and he wrote and directed the film Far North in 1988. Shepards plays, eleven of which have won Obie Awards, include Buried Child, The Late Henry Moss, Simpatico, Curse of the Starving Class, True West, Fool for Love, and A Lie of the Mind, which won a New York Drama Desk Award. A member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, Shepard received the Gold Medal for Drama from the Academy in 1992, and in 1994 he was inducted into the Theatre Hall of Fame.

ALSO BY SAM SHEPARD

Great Dream of Heaven

The Late Henry Moss, Eyes for Consuela,

When the World Was Green

Cruising Paradise

Simpatico

States of Shock, Far North, Silent Tongue

A Lie of the Mind

The Unseen Hand and Other Plays

Fool for Love and Other Plays

Paris, Texas

Seven Plays

Motel Chronicles

Rolling Thunder Logbook

Hawk Moon

The God of Hell premiered in New York City at the Actors Studio Drama School Theater on October 28, 2004. Produced by New School University, Bob Kerry, President; Arjun Appadurai, Provost; Evangeline Morphos and Jack OConnor, Producers. The cast was as follows:

FRANK Randy Quaid WELCH Tim Roth EMMA J. Smith-Cameron HAYNES Frank Wood

Directed by Lou Jacob

Designed by David Korins

Costumes by Ilona Somogyi

Lighting by David Lander

Original music and sound design by Lindsay Jones

Fight direction by J. Allen Suddeth

Production managed by Jared Clarkin

Production stage managed by Linda Marvel

Scene One

Set: Early morning. Interior, very simple Midwestern farmhouse. Frosty windows looking out to distant vague, snowbound pasturesno details. Two rooms separated by a simple kitchen counter. Small kitchen stage left with faded linoleum floor. Modest living room, stage right, with plank wood floor; small couch downstage right. Many potted plants of various sizes line the walls of the living room, not arranged with any sense of design or order. An exterior door upstage right leading out to a small mudroom and porch landing. A black cast-iron school bell hangs from the porch ceiling on a short rope. Stage left wall of kitchen has an open arched entranceway leading to other rooms dimly lit offstage. The usual kitchen appliances, cupboards, and sinkall dating from the fifties. Down left corner of kitchen is a semiconcealed staircase leading down to the basement, dim yellow light leaking up from stairs. Handrail and first flight of stairs leading down are all thats visible to the audience.

Lights up on EMMA in blue terry-cloth bathrobe, slippers, moving methodically back and forth from the kitchen sink, where she fills a yellow plastic pitcher with water and carries it to the plants. She waters plants and returns to refill pitcher, then repeats the process. FRANK, her husband, sits on couch with pair of work boots in his lap, greasing them with mink oil. Its a while before they speak.

EMMA

: Hes not up yet?

FRANK

: Havent heard him.

EMMA

: I thought they were supposed to be early risers.

FRANK

: Who?

EMMA

: These scientists.

FRANK

: Hes not a scientist. What made you think that?

EMMA

: I thought you said he was a scientist.

FRANK

: Nope.

EMMA

: Well, what is he then?

FRANK

: Im not sure. I mean, Im not sure about his official title.

EMMA

: Official? So, hes working for the government or something?

FRANK

: I think hes in research.

EMMA

: I thought you said it was something to do with the government.

FRANK

: No, I dont think I said that.

EMMA

: Arms or something.

FRANK

: Arms?

EMMA

: Munitions.

FRANK

: I dont know. It has initials.

EMMA

: What does?

FRANK

: The outfit he works for. Out there in Colorado. DMDS or SSCI or something like that. You know how everything has initials now.

EMMA

: DMDS or SSCI? Is that what you said?

FRANK

: Something like that.

EMMA

: What the heck is that? What does that stand for?

FRANK

: I have no idea, Emma. I wasnt really following it. He was kind of panicky on the phone.

EMMA

: Panicky?

FRANK

: Yes. Panicky. Breathless. Like he was in a rush.

EMMA

: Running?

FRANK

: What?

EMMA

: Running away from something, maybe?

FRANK

: Nojustflustered.

EMMA

: Oh, flustered. Thats different. Flustered.

(Pause. She continues watering.)

Well, how come I havent met him before this? Hes such an old friend of yours, supposedly.

FRANK

: Supposedly? Theres no supposedly about it.

EMMA

: Well, how come youve hardly ever mentioned him?

FRANK

: I dont know. He kind of disappeared for a while. I thought he was dead, actually.

EMMA

: Dead?

FRANK

: Yeahor missing.

EMMA

: Really?

FRANK

: Yeahor tortured even.

EMMA

: Tortured? My God!

FRANK

: Maybe.

EMMA

: What kind of research is he involved in where he gets tortured?

FRANK

: I didnt say he was tortured. I said, I thought he might have beenhe could have been.

EMMA

: Well, thats kinda serious, isnt it? I mean, torturedcriminy!

FRANK

: He said it was all top secret.

EMMA

: Ohso thats why youre not telling me then.

FRANK

: No, noIm telling you as much as he told me, Emma. Its just that

EMMA

: You dont get tortured unless you know something or somebody thinks you know something.

FRANK

: Noyeah, well, he probably wasnt tortured then.

EMMA

: You were exaggerating.

FRANK

: No! I really dont know anything about it, Emma. I didnt want to stick my nose into his business. He just said that the bottom had fallen out and he needed a place to stay. Thats all he told me.

EMMA

: What bottom was he referring to?

FRANK

: See, there you go again.

EMMA

: There I go again, what?

FRANK

: Sticking your nose into his business.

EMMA

: I dont know this man.

FRANK

: Hes a friend of mine. I told you.

EMMA

: I dont know anything about him. He could be hiding, as far as I know.

FRANK

: Hiding? What would he be hiding from?

EMMA

: How should I know? Hes

your

friend.

(FRANK puts his boots on and stands.)

FRANK

: Im going down to feed the heifers.

EMMA

: How longs he going to stay here, Frank?

FRANK

: Long as he needs to.

EMMA

: Ill start the bacon.

FRANK

: Good.

EMMA

: Should I wake him up?

FRANK

: I wouldnt.