THE WEIR
The Weir was first performed at the Royal Court Theatre Upstairs, West Street, London, on 4 July 1997. The cast was as follows:
JIM | Kieran Ahern |
BRENDAN | Brendan Coyle |
VALERIE | Julia Ford |
FINBAR | Gerard Horan |
JACK | Jim Norton |
Director | Ian Rickson |
Designer | Rae Smith |
Lighting Designer | Paule Constable |
Music | Stephen Warbeck |
The production transferred to the Royal Court Theatre Downstairs, St Martinâs Lane, London, on 18 February 1998 where it played for two years with successive cast changes.
The Weir was revived at the Donmar Warehouse, London, on 25 April 2013 (previews from 18 April), with the following cast:
FINBAR | RisteĂĄrd Cooper |
JACK | Brian Cox |
VALERIE | Dervla Kirwan |
BRENDAN | Peter McDonald |
JIM | Ardal OâHanlon |
Director | Josie Rourke |
Designer | Tom Scutt |
Lighting Designer | Neil Austin |
Sound Designer | Ian Dickinson |
Casting Director | Alastair Coomer CDG |
Characters
JACK, fifties
BRENDAN, thirties
JIM, forties
FINBAR, late forties
VALERIE, thirties
The play is set in a rural part of Ireland, Northwest Leitrim or Sligo. Present day. Stage setting: a small rural bar.
A counter, left, with three bar taps. The spirits are not mounted, simply left on the shelf. There are three stools at the counter.
There is a fireplace, right. There is a stove built into it. Near this is a low table with some small stools and a bigger, more comfortable chair, nearest the fire. There is another small table, front, with a stool or two.
On the wall, back, are some old black and white photographs: a ruined abbey; people posing near a newly erected ESB weir; a town in a cove with mountains around it.
An old television is mounted up in a corner. There is a small radio on a shelf behind the bar.
A door, right, is the main entrance to the bar. A door, back, leads to the toilets and a yard.
This bar is part of a house and the house is part of a farm.
The door, right, opens. JACK comes in. He wears a suit which looks a bit big for him, and a white shirt open at the collar. Over this is a dirty anorak. He takes the anorak off and hangs it up. He wipes his boots aggressively on a mat.
He goes behind the counter. He selects a glass and goes to pour himself a pint of stout. Nothing comes out of the tap. He vainly tries it again and looks underneath the counter. He turns and takes a bottle from the shelf, awkwardly prising off the top. He pours it and leaves it on the bar to settle. He turns to the till which he opens with practised, if uncertain, ease. He takes a list of prices from beside the till and holds a pair of spectacles up to his face while he examines it. He puts money in the till and takes his change.
As he finishes this, the door at back opens. BRENDAN comes in. He wears a sweater, heavy cord pants and a pair of slip-on shoes. He carries a bucket with peat briquettes. He goes to the fireplace, barely acknowledging JACK, just his voice.
BRENDAN. Jack.
JACK. Brendan. (Lifting glass.) Whatâs with the Guinness?
BRENDAN (putting peat in the stove). I donât know. Itâs the power in the tap. Itâs a new barrel and everything.
JACK. Is the Harp one okay?
BRENDAN. Yeah.
JACK. Well, would you not switch them around and let a man have a pint of stout, no?
BRENDAN. What about the Harp drinkers?
JACK (derision). âThe Harp drinkers.â
BRENDAN. Your manâs coming in to do it in the morning. Have a bottle.
JACK. Iâm having a bottle. (Pause.) Iâm not happy about it, now mind, right? But, like.
They laugh.
BRENDAN. Go on out of that.
JACK (drinks). What the hell. Good for the worms.
BRENDAN. Iâd say you have a right couple of worms, alright.
They laugh. Pause. BRENDAN stands wiping his hands.
Thatâs some wind, isnât it?
JACK. It is.
BRENDAN. Must have been against you, was it?
JACK comes out from behind the counter.
JACK. It was. It was against me âtil I came around the Knock. It was a bit of shelter then.
BRENDAN goes in behind the counter. He tidies up, dries glasses.
BRENDAN. Yeah itâs a funny one. Itâs coming from the North.
JACK. Mm. Ah, itâs mild enough though.
BRENDAN. Ah yeah. Itâs balmy enough. (Pause.) Itâs balmy enough.
JACK. Were you in Carrick today?
BRENDAN. I wasnât, no. I had the sisters over doing their rounds. Checking up on me.
JACK. Checking their investments.
BRENDAN. Oh yeah. âCourse, they donât have a fucking clue what theyâre looking for, dâyou know? Theyâre just vaguely . . . you know.
JACK. Keeping the pressure on you.
BRENDAN. This is it. (Pause.) At me to sell the top field.
JACK. You donât use it much.
BRENDAN. No. No I donât. Too much trouble driving a herd up. But I know theyâre looking at it, all they see is new cars for the hubbies, you know?
JACK. Mm. Youâre not just trying to spite them? Get them vexed, ha?
BRENDAN. Not at all. Iâm, just. Itâs a grand spot up there. Ah, I donât know. Just . . .
Short pause.
JACK. They over the whole day?
BRENDAN. They got here about two. Theyâd gone for lunch in the Arms. Got their story straight. Ah they were gone and all about half four.
JACK. Theyâve no attachment to the place, no?
BRENDAN. No they donât. They look around, and itâs . . . âAh yeah . . . â you know?
They laugh a little.
Itâs gas.
JACK. Mm.
BRENDAN. Were you in Carrick yourself?
JACK. I was. Flew in about eleven, threw on a fast bet. Jimmy was there, we went for a quick one in the Pot.
BRENDAN. How is he? And the ma?
JACK. Ah. Jimmy. Be in tonight. He put me on to a nice one. We got her at eleven to four.
BRENDAN. Youâre learning to listen, ha?
JACK. Ah. Fuck that sure. I know, but Iâve been having the worst run of shit you wouldnât believe. I was that desperate, Iâd listen to anybody.
BRENDAN. Go on out of that.
JACK. Ah no. No no. Fair dues. Iâll say it. He got us a right one. And itâs good, you know. Break a streak like that.
BRENDAN. Youâre a user.
JACK (laughs). Thereâs worse.
BRENDAN. Yeah. There might be.
JACK. But, ah, he was telling me. Did you know about Maura Nealonâs house?
BRENDAN. No.
JACK. Well. Jim says he met Finbar Mack down in the Spar. Finally, either sold orâs renting the, the thing, after how many years itâs sat there?
BRENDAN. Jays, four or five i...