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WHEN YOU CURE ME
by Jack Thorne
For Chris Thorne and Fiona Bleach
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When You Cure Me was first performed at the Bush Theatre, London, on 16 November 2005, with the following cast:
| PETER | Samuel Barnett |
| RACHEL | Morven Christie |
| JAMES | Daniel Bayle |
| ALICE | Lisa McDonald |
| ANGELA | Gwyneth Strong |
| Director | Mike Bradwell |
| Designer | Penelope Challen |
| Lighting Designer | Tanya Burns |
| Sound Designer | Nick Manning |
When You Cure Me received its first workshops as part of the National Youth Theatreās Short Nyts season in August 2004, directed by Vicky Jones. The play was subsequently commissioned by the Bush Theatre.
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Characters
PETER, seventeen
RACHEL, seventeen
JAMES, seventeen
ALICE, seventeen
ANGELA, forty-two
Set
A teenage girlās bedroom. The play takes place in Reading over a period of three months, from January to March.
Rachelās Injuries
Rachel has a long inflamed scar down the side of her face. Surrounding the scar is severe bruising that puffs her eye. The cut gets less inflamed as the play progresses and by Act Four thereās no bruising at all, just the scar. Stiffness in the rest of her body also gradually dissipates. In particular, in Act One she has trouble with her left hand and wrist but by Act Three sheās moving it as if normal. But the main damage sustained is that Rachel canāt move her legs, and has very little movement in the base to the middle of her spine. She is bedbound and moving her body is very painful because the rest of her spine is forced to take a weight and pressure itās not used to, but she does have some movement and some control of her bowels.
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ACT ONE
1.1
17th January.
In the blackout.
PETER (soft, so soft). You awakeā¦
The lights rise gently. Sheās not awake, sheās just sort of stretching her mouth, so he sits back. This takes for ever.
She moves again.
Rachā¦
Pause.
Rachā¦
Pause.
(Louder.) Rachelā¦
Pause. The lights are at full brightness.
Rachel, you awakeā¦
RACHEL. Whaā¦
PETER (reaching out and touching her arm again, his hand rests on the side of the bed). Hi.
Pause.
Rachel?
RACHEL. Uh⦠Diā you?
She retches like sheās about to throw up, but stops herself. Pause.
PETER. Bad dream, orā¦
RACHEL (takes his hand in hers). No.
Pause. He tries to take his hand away, but he doesnāt know how.
I need to peeā¦
PETER. Okay.
RACHEL. I, uhā¦
PETER. Shall I call your mum orā¦
RACHEL. No. Donāt call her.
PETER. Okay. Are youā¦
RACHEL. Can you do it?
PETER. Really? Sure.
RACHEL. Thereās a pan under the bed.
PETER. Okay.
He grasps under the bed, which is pretty cluttered, for the bedpan.
(Desperately casual.) What does it look like?
RACHEL. Blue.
PETER. Yeah.
He re-emerges with it.
RACHEL. There should be a, thereās a insert under there too ā just cardboard ā thereās a stack of them ā they just slot in ā the insert shouldā¦
He finds the cardboard insert.
PETER. Is thisā¦
RACHEL. Yeah. Pass it here, it sort of clips in.
PETER. No. I can do itā¦
He inserts it clumsily and then he goes to the end of the bed and lifts her legs, quite roughly. Heās improvising and being slightly rough with it, so that when he attempts to slide the bedpan underneath, she immediately falls off.
RACHEL (warning). Peterā¦
PETER. Am I⦠What?
RACHEL. Youāre being rough⦠a bitā¦
PETER. Ohā¦
Beat.
RACHEL. Um. My knickersā¦
PETER. Yeah.
He does so gently, and blindly, sliding them off her by the knicker-straps, and being careful not to look. Then he holds the knickers, unsure of what to do with them.
RACHEL. Do you want to⦠get Mumā¦
PETER (puts the knickers in his pocket with confidence). Itās okay.
He hesitates and then gently lifts her legs and slides the bedpan on.
RACHEL. You have to keep hold of me, so I donāt ā Sorry, I donāt want to slip off.
PETER. No. No. Itās fine.
RACHEL. I just donāt want Mum sniffingā¦
PETER. Itās fine. Iām pleased.
He holds her by the hips, trying to keep this as non-sexual as possible. From the floor below we faintly hear the sound of The Archers theme music kicking off.
Pause. She hasnāt started peeing yet, sheās sweating slightly, this is very difficult.
Okay?
RACHEL. Yeah.
Pause.
Iām slipping, grip tighterā¦
PETER. Like this.
RACHEL. Yeah.
PETER tightens and doesnāt know which way to look, so he just looks at her, and she stares at him and theyāre stuck like this and itās perfect and horrible. Then, finally, she starts to pee. Itās hard for her to pee, and she only gives up a pathetic amount, but it seems to make a huge clattering noise as it dribbles into the cardboard bedpan. PETER doesnāt breathe until she finishes.
You need to get me the toilet tissue.
PETER. Is that� Are you balanced?
RACHEL (moves her own hands in order to steady herself). Yeah.
He gently lets go, leaving her balancing on the bedpan whilst he finds the toilet paper. He finds it.
PETER. Do youā¦
RACHEL. Yeah. Give it here.
He hands her the toilet roll, she wipes herself whilst looking precariously balanced. He moves as if to help at one point, but holds back. She deposits the tissue in the bedpan.
You empty it in the toilet ā and thereās a bin in there ā for the, uh, insert.
PETER. Okayā¦
He reaches in again, helps her balance herself, and then slides her off the bedpan.
RACHEL. Donāt look at it ā thereāll be bloodā¦
PETER. Okay.
He takes the bedpan out of the room, carefully averting his eyes. Weāre left with just her. She shif...