Holes

Tom Basden

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2015
• Print ISBN:
  9781848424388
• eBook ISBN:
  9781780012872
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: British Drama
• Index: Literature

An absurd, hilarious and fast-paced comedy by the writer of some of Britain's most acclaimed TV comedies.

Flight BA043 has crashed on an island. Stranded, four survivors wait. Surely somebody will find them. Planes don't just disappear, do they? And, if no one's coming... what do they do now?

Tom Basden's razor-sharp comedy Holes opened at the Arcola Tent, London, in July 2014, following a run at the 2013 Edinburgh Festival Fringe.

One

Pale sunlight. A beach. The sound of birds and waves. GUS sits wearing a distressed suit, his arm in a sling made from his tie. On the other side of the stage sits ERIN, curled up into a ball, staring out to sea. MARIE lies on the sand next to GUS, asleep, also in officey clothes – filthy and tattered. Another man’s suit jacket lies on the sand next to GUS.

IAN appears at the back of the stage in his shirt and trousers. He has a holdall and a green-plastic case, which he throws down. He has an air of deadly seriousness.

IAN. Is everyone alright?

GUS. Oh, fuck off, Ian.

IAN. Pardon me?

GUS (gesturing offstage). They’re all dead!

IAN. Yeah, I didn’t mean them –

GUS. Of course they’re not bloody alright!

IAN. I wasn’t asking the dead. Clearly. I meant us lot.

GUS. Well, don’t say ‘everyone’ then. There are only three of us.

IAN. Alright, chill –

GUS. You’re not in charge.

IAN. I didn’t say I was in charge –

GUS. You’re trying to make out like you’re looking after us or something –

IAN. I… What am I meant to say then?

GUS. Asking if everyone’s alright is what, you know, the main character in a film would do.

IAN. What do you want me to say then?

GUS. Nothing. Don’t say anything.

IAN. Literally just asking a question. Anyway, there are four of us, so…

IAN gestures to ERIN on the other side of the stage.

You alright there? Mate?

Nothing from ERIN. IAN looks back at GUS.

Got anything out of her?

GUS shakes his head. Beat.

And Marie’s not woken up yet?

GUS. Yeah she’s been awake for several hours now.

IAN. Okay. Terrific. Sarcasm. That’s really useful. In a crisis.

IAN crouches down next to MARIE.

GUS. What are you doing?

IAN. We should wake her up.

GUS. Why?

IAN. She might be in shock.

GUS. Then what?

IAN. Marie?

GUS. Leave her.

IAN. She won’t sleep later on.

GUS. Does that matter?

IAN. I’ll put her in the recovery position.

GUS. No, don’t move her. That might make her worse.

IAN. The recovery position might make her worse? I’ve heard it all now.

IAN goes to touch her.

GUS. Ian! Just fucking leave her.

IAN. Okay, look, I realise that this situation isn’t… ideal, Gus, but even so, you’re being extremely irritable and irritating to everything I say. And do. I know you’re shaken up and… so on, but –

GUS. I’ve broken my bloody arm.

IAN. And I’ve cricked my neck! Badly. But forgetting numero uno for a second, we’ve all, we’re all hurting, you know… (Gestures to ERIN.) She may very well be… no offence, mate, brain-damaged so… the important thing is that we don’t take it out on each other. We keep it civilised.

Psssh. IAN opens a tiny can of Sprite from his pocket. He holds it out for GUS. Beat.

Mini-Sprite. From the plane. Obv.

GUS takes it.

GUS. Thanks.

IAN. Pleasure.

IAN roots through the holdall.

Got some other stuff as well. Mini-Cokes, mini-pretzels, mini-nuts, or, well, normal-sized nuts but the bags are mini. Massive Toblerones. A torch. Found a torch. For night-time. Or for shining at ships. Morse-coding with them, you know…

GUS. Okay. Good.

IAN takes out a plastic bucket and spade.

IAN. Um… bucket and spade…

GUS. What?

IAN. From one of the kids’s hand luggages.

GUS. You’re going to make sandcastles are you?

IAN. No I’m –

GUS. What are you doing with a bucket and spade?

IAN. I’m going to dig a mass grave. For the dead so, you know… Got a problem with that? (Beat.) And I’m going to dig a well as well. For fresh water.

GUS (about the Sprite). This is fine.

IAN. We need a better solution than Sprite. We need to make a plan.

GUS. No we don’t.

IAN. In case we’re not found for some time –

GUS. They’ll find us. They’ll realise we’ve gone down and sort it out.

IAN. Well, who knows?

GUS. I know. I bloody know. Davidson needs us. He’ll sort this out.

MARIE wakes up with a start. She sit bolt upright.

MARIE. Ugh!

IAN. Marie. Are you alright?

MARIE. Oh my God, I can’t feel my arm.

IAN. Oh shit, really?

GUS. You were lying on it.

IAN. Yes, you were fainting on it.

She shakes it. Wincing. A lot of pain apparently. GUS watches her dispassionately.

What is it?

MARIE. Pins and needles. Ah God. That’s horrible.

GUS. I’ve broken my arm.

MARIE. Mm. Ahhh… (Flexes her fingers.) It’s coming back now.

IAN. Are you alright otherwise, Marie?

MARIE. I’m all sandy. Where are we?

IAN. Some kind of island or archipelago.

MARIE. Well… why?

GUS. The plane crashed.

IAN. We crash-landed.

MARIE. What?

IAN. I fireman’s-lifted you from the smoking wreckage.

GUS. As I say, I’ve broken my arm, so I couldn’t.

IAN. Gus broke his arm because his tray table was down –

GUS. Fell down.

MARIE. Um… are you serious?

IAN. About which bit?

MARIE. The plane crashed?

IAN. Yes, it did.

MARIE is stunned. She looks round and sees ERIN.

MARIE. Ooh. Is she with us?

GUS. What? Yeah, of course, she doesn’t live here.

MARIE. I don’t remember her from the plane –

IAN. I do. She was near us at the back. Probably hence why she survived.

MARIE. Who is she?

IAN. Don’t know. She’s not speaking. She may well be simple or foreign. Or both. Or shy.

MARIE (to ERIN. Loud). Parlez-vous Anglais?

IAN. No need for the vous form there, Marie, you’re much older than her. (To ERIN.) Hallo. Essen sie Deutsch? Fräulein?(To the ...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Contents
• Introduction
• Author Thanks
• Epigraph
• Original Production
• Characters
• Holes
• About the Author
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information