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Russian Dolls (NHB Modern Plays)
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Kate Lock's play, winner of the Adrian Pagan Award, premieres at the King's Head Theatre, Islington, in April 2016.
Hilda is blind, lives alone, and is visited by a carer once a week. Camilla is a young offender looking for her next mark. A surprising and curious relationship sparks off between these opposites as both search for connection and purpose. Kate Lock's insightful new play delves into maternal relationships and the line between friendship and family, and contrasts our current culture of blame and instant gratification with the self-worth and determination of the post-war generation.
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CAMELIA (to us). A bin liner. Fuckin bin liner! Datās what dey giveme for my stuff. Warden goes to me, āYou never come inside, wiv no bag of your own.ā I go, āCourse I did, someone must of nicked it.ā That proper slows things down which is not what I want yeah, cos Mum mightbe waitin outside the gate. And she never waits for no one. They wait for her. Thatās how it goes wiv Mum. Wiv menā¦ Then the warden, she arks me to sign all da stuff is mine. Like I can remember? I wanna get out but I aināt goin nowhere wiv no bin liner. That aināt never a good look. So this Caribbean warden, sheās on da gate, she goes, āTake you this one, gal.ā It was not my kinda bag, let me tell ya. No way my style. More like some straw basket wiv pictures of fruit an shit on da front but she is lookin straight at me. āStart up ya new life, new style.ā So I go, āYou want me bring it back yeah?ā āLissen. I donāt wanta never see it again. Or you. You get me?ā Then she gives me this proper serious stare. So I nod ma head and Iām outta thereā¦ into the light! Mum wasnāt pickin up and she werenāt nowhere to be seen outside da gates. She aināt got no car!ā¦ but thatās how it come up, in my head, in colour, wiv music yeah. Mum, drivin up in some stylish BMW wiv da roof off yeah and BeyoncĆ© like blarin outā¦ And she brakes sudden like and leans over to open da door wiv a tray a doughnuts on da back and her in some new bikini cos we aināt goin home, nah, we drivin to da coast, meet her new friends wiv wine coolers an beach houses, an anā¦ But Iām still standin here wiv my fruit bag, donāt know for how long. Then I see Alice, my key social. Her like wavin across the traffic tryin get my attention.
Darkness except on HILDAās face.
HILDA (to us). It happened just like that, Tommy Cooper style.
I was having my bath, dinner in the oven. Toad in the hole. Onion gravy. Lovely. So, Iām in the bath, getting hungry, head against the taps, I never slouch in case I drop off so the taps are there to keep me focused on the job. Thereās a lot to wash these days, under the folds. Itās like a geography lesson, all those terraces for growing rice, or was it tea? From the top down to sea level in India or was it China? Then I look up out the window and I can see next doorās silver birch, waving in and out of the frame, like it was dancing with someone it didnāt want to let go of. Thatās the very last thing I see.
I was having my bath, dinner in the oven. Toad in the hole. Onion gravy. Lovely. So, Iām in the bath, getting hungry, head against the taps, I never slouch in case I drop off so the taps are there to keep me focused on the job. Thereās a lot to wash these days, under the folds. Itās like a geography lesson, all those terraces for growing rice, or was it tea? From the top down to sea level in India or was it China? Then I look up out the window and I can see next doorās silver birch, waving in and out of the frame, like it was dancing with someone it didnāt want to let go of. Thatās the very last thing I see.
The lights come up on HILDAās full body.
Tried to open my eyes but they were already open. I tried to get out of the bath but I slipped and knocked myself out. Didnāt know if Iād come round,or if I was dead. Till I could smell my burning dinner. It was like Iād come to the end of the story but I was still in it.
Lights down on HILDA. Up on CAMELIA.
CAMELIA (to us). So Alice goes to me sheās bringin me straight from the Young Offenders to some new hostel. Not home. Not allow. Thereāve been developments. Hate that word. Itās not houses like youād think. New homes on some estate not quite finished. Fuckin developmentsā¦ Mumās only gone an let Troy come back so theyāve had to remove the little āuns and keep me away. Alice goes, āIt would be inadvisable to visit your mumā but I donāt spar wiv her. I meanā¦ What a fuckin job! No one likes a social, I mean no one. What I canāt believe is they went university an got some degree to get a shit job like that. And her nails! When thereās no nail left, she like bites the skin on the outside. Eats it. She donāt touch the biscuits. Sheās the one whoās mental.
Lights down on CAMELIA. Up on HILDA.
HILDA (to us). You try callin nine-nine-nine with your eyes shut! And naked. Couldnāt find my clothes so I grabbed what felt like a towel or two and covered meself best I could, groping my way to the front door. Was it night or day? All I knew was I had to get myself somehow on the 431. I started shouting but nothing came back, then this Indian chappie drops out of nowhere and saves my bacon. Weāre on the bus and I donāt let go of his arm. He takes off his coat and wraps it round me. Tells me heās got a better one at home. Sees me off, and in to reception at Moorfields. Tells me Iām in good hands now or was it Godās hands? It took the doctor less than an hour to tell me thereās nothing they could do. Very nic...
Table of contents
- Cover
- Original Production
- Dedication
- Characters
- Russian Dolls
- About the Author
- Copyright and Performing Rights Information