Vernon God Little (stage version) (NHB Modern Plays)

DBC Pierre

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2014
• ISBN:
  9781780015255
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Drama
• Index: Literature

A darkly riotous, superbly fast-talking adventure, adapted from the Booker Prize-winning novel.

Vernon Little is fifteen years old and lives with his mother in Martirio, a flea-bitten Texan town. His best friend just massacred sixteen of their classmates before killing himself. The town wants vengeance and turns its sights on Vernon, who is arrested at the start of the story.

Tanya Ronder's stage adaptation of DBC Pierre's Booker Prizewinning novel was first performed at the Young Vic, London, in 2007, when it was nominated for the Olivier Award for Best New Play. Rufus Norris's production was revived in 2011, in this revised version, as the centrepiece of the Young Vic's celebratory fortieth anniversary season.

'Tanya Ronder's clever, fluent, and highly enjoyable theatrical adaptation' - Independent

'exuberant, inventive, edgy, excitable, original' - Mail on Sunday

PRE-SHOW

MR KEETER sings a short number with his guitar to both settle and unsettle the audience.

ACT ONE

VERNON sits in the interview room. In his memory, school mates shout abuse, ‘Meskin Bambi boy’, etc. There are gunshots. JESUS sings ‘Crazy’ by Patsy Cline.

VAINE. Vernon Gregory Little?

VERNON shares the joke with JESUS.

VERNON. No, it’s Dolly fucken Parton.

VAINE. What?

JESUS stops singing.

VERNON. Sorry.

VAINE. Your habitual place of residence is 17 Beulah Drive?

VERNON. Yes, ma’am.

VAINE. Who else resides there?

VERNON. Just my mom.

VAINE. And you’re fifteen years old?

VERNON. Nearly sixteen.

VAINE. Awkward age.

VERNON. Ma’am, will this take long?

VAINE. Vernon, we’re talking accessory to murder here, it’ll take as long as it takes.

VERNON. But –

VAINE. Don’t tell me you weren’t Jesus Navarro’s only friend, don’t you tell me that for one second.

JESUS slinks off.

VERNON. No, ma’am, but… Ask Lori Donner, she knows I wasn’t there!

VAINE. You were found at the scene of the massacre with a bag of ammunition in your arms, are you with me, Mr Little?

He looks at her.

Can you account for yourself at a quarter after ten, Tuesday morning?

VERNON. I was in school.

VAINE. What period?

VERNON. Math.

VAINE. Math?

VERNON. Ma’am, I didn’t see it happen, I was – behind the gym.

VAINE. You take math behind the gym?

VERNON. No, it was our math period…

VAINE. Why weren’t you in class?

VERNON. I went to the bathroom.

VAINE. Behind the gym?

VERNON. I wasn’t there, ma’am, I have witnesses.

VAINE. Is that right?

VERNON. Ask Mr Nuckles!

VAINE. Mr Nuckles and who else?

VERNON. A whole bunch of people.

VAINE. Where are those people now?

VERNON smarts.

Exactly. Not the most reliable witnesses in their body bags, are they, Vernon? Let me ask you two simple questions: one – are you involved with drugs?

VERNON. No.

VAINE. Two – do you possess a firearm?

SHERIFF PORKORNEY joins them.

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. There’s a lot of bothered folk outside, son.

VERNON. I wasn’t in the room, sir…

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. You were friendly though, huh, with the crazy Meskin boy?

VERNON. Sir, I never dreamed he would…

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. Yeah? (To VAINE.) Examine Little’s clothes, did you?

VAINE. Yes, sir.

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. Undergarments?

VAINE. Regular Y-fronts.

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. Check the back of ’em, did you, Vaine? Certain type of practices can loosen a man’s pitoota.

VAINE. Seemed clean, Sheriff.

VERNON. Sir, I ain’t gay, you could just ask.

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. Regular boy then, are you, son? Like your cars and your girls?

VERNON. Yes, sir.

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. And your guns?

No answer.

All right, let’s see if it’s true. How many offices does a girl have that you can get more’n one finger into?

VERNON. Offices?

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. Cavities, holes.

VERNON. Uh… two?

SHERIFF PORKORNEY. Wrong, what a surprise. Vaine, get your paperwork, hold the boy.

They leave. JESUS is back.

VERNON (to JESUS). Pitoota? Fucken retard. ‘Are you with me, Mr Little?’ No, I’m at the mall dicking your fucken daughters!

PAM (in her Mercury). Eileena, have you seen Vern, has he been fed?

VERNON. Pam?

EILEENA. You better wait outside, Pam…

PAM drives right up to VERNON in her car.

PAM. Your mom’s baking so I’ve come to fetch you. You eaten today?

VERNON. No.

PAM. Oh, Lord! I got us some chicken mix.

EILEENA. You can’t take him, Pam –

PAM. Eileena, you tell the Sheriff this boy ain’t eaten. (To VERNON.) Hop in.

EILEENA. Vaine’s filling out the papers!

VERNON. I better stay, Pam.

PAM. Malarkey, come on now.

EILEENA. They’re holding him, Pam…

PAM. Love your hair.

EILEENA. Not too frisky?

PAM. Lord, no, it suits you. Jump in, Vern.

He can’t resist.

EILEENA. Sheriff!

‘Galveston’ by Jimmy Webb, sung by Glen Campbell, plays on the car stereo.

PAM. Eat up, you must be starvin’.

VERNON. Mom okay?

PAM. Well, she spent her last dime on cake mix for the grievin’ families.

(Singing along with the tape.) Galveston, oh, Galveston…

I still hear your sea winds blowing…

Eat the bottom pieces before they get soggy.

(Singing.) I still see her dark eyes glowing…

She was twenty-one…

Sing with me, Vern!

(Singing.) When I left Galveston.

Come on, Vernie, whatever happens we still need to sing!

PAM and VERNON (singing). Galveston, oh Galveston…

VAINE. Stop that car!

PAM. Sixteen soon, little Vern!

DRIVER. Move your ass, road hog.

VAINE pursues PAM’s Mercury in her police car. EILEENA, SHERIFF PORKORNEY, VAINE and the COMPANY join in singing. They hit the Martirio Highway.

PAM, VERNON and COMPANY (singing).

I still hear your sea waves crashin’…

PAM (singing). Crash, crash, crash…

PAM, VERNON and COMPANY (singing).

While I watch the cannons flashin’…

PAM and VERNON (singing).

Flash, flash, flash…

PAM, VERNON and COMPANY (singing).

I clean my gun, and dream of Galveston.

MOM is stuffing cakes into her mouth to quell her tension. The music stops.

VERNON. Hi, Mom.

MOM. Vern, hi! Joy cake?

VAINE catches them up in her police car.

Vaine, just in time for cake!

VAINE (climbing from her car). Your son absco...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Contents
• Note
• Characters
• Act One
• Act Two
• Production Note and Acknowledgements
• About the Authors
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information