Fourth Scene
(Geena, with the bloom in her hands starts singing her
song)
Since I was a kid in New Orleans
I’ve been dreaming to play comedy
In the daylight I’m glad to wash and clean
But in the night I live no misery
What does it matter for a girl
But happiness and love?
While sweeping the streets of the town
I’m sure my Mel won’t never let me down!
Third Scene
(J.B. and Geena)
J.B. – (shouting
at Geena who is coming) – Hurry up you, young girl!
Geena ( in a rush, wearing her work overall) :
Sorry, Papa John Brook! I was suing my scene dress all night along!!
J.B. (softening
his voice): Start from here your daily service and don’t forget to collect the papers from the ground!
Geena: (starts sweeping with the broom) Rely on me
J.B.!
J.B. (preparing to
leave): And please make sure each
dustbin will be empty!
Geena: (l.b) Of
course I will!
J.B (l.b) I need
to go to the Drama School to make anything ready for the final essay tonight!
Geena: Oh JB! I
can’t stand waiting fo it!
Exit
to be continued...
Second Scene
(eleven cleaners have gone. Only a trolley is left)
J. B. : There always someone who is bloody late at
work! In the old times this wouldn’t be allowed!
(occupying the center of the scene J.B. will sing his
song)
Though this wonderful town
Was toughly hit to the Ground
It still maintains
the supremacy
We live, when the others live,
And we still live when the others sleep!
That’s why it needs
Anybody’s efforts
To be kept clean and safe
And growing higher,
Higher and higher!
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Come on! Laissez faire, laissez passer!
Today is not time
To arrest people anymore!
Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not time
To stop goods anymore!
Come on!
Only one thousand dollars
Will cost you
A plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is falling down!
Laissez faire, laissez passer!
There are bound to be changes
For our lives further on!
It’s crashing down
Together with our illusions
Their false promises
The wrong secular hope!
Come on!
The wall is not hiding anymore
The totems of progress!
Let’s go worshipping
The glittering gods
Bounding ahead
Final Essay in New York City
Booklet for Musical
The drama is set in New York City
around the 2002
Characters
Papa John Brook(baritone) = King of Cleaning also
Frank Bandello and Director of the Drama School
Norma Nursey (alto)= His Wife
Geena Loyd (soprano)= Cleaner also student of Drama School as Lavinia
Mel Baron (tenor)= Delivery Boy and student as
Mariotto
Bill Dauber (bass): A kind soul- Student at Drama
School
Vincent Da Porto= Boss in the Laundry business
Paris Da Porto= his son (does not appear)
Governor Escalus Rockefeller (does not appear)
Charlie Dealer: Pusher, chemist and pharmacist
Flora: housekeeper chez Bandello’s
Other students of the Drama School:David, Patrick,
Susan, Ellen, Ada, Lawrence ,Henry, James,Leslie,Edna,Basil,Reginald,Ralph,
Margaret
Chief Police Michael Masuccio;
Various policemen,
Cleaners, dustmen, choristers and dancers
First Scene
An open space, like the courtyard of a firm. A dozen
of handcarts are aligned, waiting for the dustmen to come to work.
As the scavengers arrive the boss assigns them the
intervention sectors.
All the scavengers are young and have got an athletic
build.
J.B. : Hi,
Marcus! Good boy! Always the first to come. You’re in pole for the bonus also
this week!
Marcus:
Thanks Boss!
J.B.: Go to
the twelfth if you don’t mind!
Marcus: ( taking a trolley) At once!
J.B. (to a
girl who in coming) Glenda, to the eleventh today, please!
Glenda: Straightaway J.B.!
J.B. Thanks
dear! (approaching a cart to another coming cleaner) To the tenth sector, be
kind!
Third
cleaner: I go immediately Papa John Brook!
...to be continued...
Scene IV
(Soon
after a clock has beaten up five hits, someone beats the entrance door)
Francesco (detaching himself)
-
Someone has knocked at the door! May be Max is back.
Brenda (going
to open the door)
- He often forgets his own keys when I’m at home though I’m waiting for someone at five o’clock!
Jonathan(Enters with a bag on his shoulder)
-Hello Brenda! Where’s old Max! I got a present for him in this bag!
Brenda (with surprise)
-It’s you, Jon?!? Welcome!! Max is coming back soon! Leave your present in your bag, please! I want to introduce to you a good italian friend of ours…
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Scene III
(Max’s house living room; Francesco is reading a
book sitting in an armchair; Brenda comes from the central door who leads
upstairs; from the open door they can ear sounds of feasting voices and rock
music from late seventies;)
Brenda (entering)
-Here
you are Francesco! I’m sorry you are not enjoying the party!!
Francesco (closing the book on his left hand)
-Don’t
be sorry, Brenda! The party is all right. It’s me to be wrong!
Brenda (laughing)
-That’s
exactly what Max says when he wants to leave a party! Do you know where has
he gone, by the way? You left together
upstairs, didn’t you?
Francesco
-Well, I
simply followed him downstairs! And he just told me here I would be in a quiet
reading place, ‘you know? But after receiving
a phone call… he went out to make his own phone call…. I suppose that
telephone must be broken for calling out I mean(shows a telephone apparatus on
a table)…..
Brenda (pulling the telephone up with confidence)
-It
could be….but I ‘m not so sure …..
Francesco (with embarrassed voice)
-I
see….May be he had to make a sort of private call…. I would have left him alone
…..
Brenda (with
a reassuring tone of voice, sitting on the opposite armchair)
-Don’t
be upset, please, Francesco! Max is such a claustrophobic subject from time to
time…..he wanted to go out.. that’s all!!!May I stay with you for a while?
Francesco
-Of
course you can! I’ll be pleased!
Brenda
-Will
you really?
Francesco (Putting the book down on the table and
sitting with crossing legs and folded arms)
-Sure !
Why should I not?
Brenda (sitting on the edge of the armchair and
lowing her voice)
-May be
you can be my confessor….
Francesco (laughing)
-I’m
sorry but I’m not enable to confess you! Not yet, at least….
Brenda (as above)
-But you
could however advice me…would you?
Francesco
-Well,
it depends from the matter, ‘ you know?
Brenda (with sensual voice)
-It’s a
matter of love!!!”
Francesco (showing indifference)
-What
kind of love does it deal with?
Brenda (surprised)
-Love is
just love, isn’t it?
Francesco
-Sure it
is! But it also takes so many forms….
Brenda
-Let’s
talk about sex and love!!!
Francesco
-Not
always sex and love march together, do they?
Brenda (sinking into the armchair)
-Don’t
be such a sophisticate prayer please!!! I’m just a mere student from art’s
school!!!
Francesco
-I know
you are! Max has shown me some paints of yours…
Brenda
-Has he?
How have you liked them?
Francesco
-They
show a sort of….How would I say? I mean
a sort of universal desire of love….But
I’m only a student from theological ‘s school, ‘ you know?
Brenda (laughing)
-‘You
mean desire to get love or just to give it?
Francesco
-I don’t
really know….may be both of them…
Brenda (closing back)
-Do you
think a woman can love two men at the same time?
Francesco (showing a little embarrassed)
-What do
you exactly mean by that?
Brenda
-That I make sex with Max and George… I mean, all
three together, at the same time, in the same bed, playing the same erotic
performance, do you understand me now?
Francesco
-Yes,
yes, I do! You don’t need to say more….
Brenda (closing weakly her eyes)
-We take
pleasure each other: I love them and they love me…..
Francesco
-And you
would like to know my personal point of view or you prefer the theological rule
for such a matter?
Brenda
-I’m
just interested on your own personal point of view!
Francesco
-May be
you might be thinking of loving them but they, for sure, are in love one each
other!!!
Brenda (with surprise)
-What
are you trying to say to me?
Francesco
-I say
that Max and George pretend to love you but actually they realize their reciprocal love through
your body…
Brenda (feeling upset)
….in
other words you’re telling me that they
hide themselves behind my body?
Francesco
-That’s
right!
Brenda
-Though
difficult to believe it sounds quiet unpleasant to me!
Francesco
-I’m
sorry, Brenda! I didn’t really want to hurt you! That’s just what I have seen
inside your words!!
Brenda (sinking again in the armchair with a sigh,
firstly like in trance )
-
There are so many stale and unprofitable uses in this world…….Nevertheless when
they lie with me I feel that my body is granting their desires, ‘you know? And afterwards they keep satisfied….
Francesco
-But my
question is: are you satisfied yourself???
Brenda (like above, after a short pause )
-
Sometimes I feel there is something unfinished in all that… as if I searched
for something else…..may be a son to be mine above all… above
conventions… above his own father…whoever
he might be……
Francesco
-
‘You mean like in a sort of matriarchal society?
Brenda
-
…. It might be so…
Francesco
-But
human kind have already passed through
that stadium. I think the world must go ahead……
Brenda (like following her intimate thoughts)
- Sometimes
I feel so astonished.. so confused…so ungratified…
Francesco (standing up)
-When I
told you before, that there are so many
kinds of love, I meant that sexual love is an ever rising need: the more you
make it, the more you need it…As matter of fact there is a superior level of
love which is able to extinguish for ever our thirst of love….
Brenda (standing up and embracing him)
Scene II
(At local police station- Inspector Green’s Office)
(Inspector Green and two policemen)
Insp. Green
-Are you
sure then???
First Pm
-Yes,
boss! Our deep throat says our two men, Vincent and Norman, have already received the stuff from Jamaica!
Second Pm (mocking an improbable advertising spot)
-One
hundred pounds of very tasteful Jamaican grass!!
Insp. Green (whistling by surprise)
-Fucking
hell!!! What bloody channel do they get
such an amount of stuff through???
First Pm
-Our
informer does not know it yet!!!
Second Pm
-On the
other hand which advantage we’ll get if
we stop these supplies?!?
Insp. Green
(paying the right attention)
-What do
you exactly mean by that?
First Pm (after changing a mutual understanding
glance with his colleague)
-Do
you know how much is worth that stuff out there???
Insp. Green
-‘don’t
know….. may be a forty quid each pound…..
First Pm
-Which sums up to four thousand fucking pounds…a
lot of money, ain’t it?
Insp. Green
(smelling a rat)
-You
mean it’s a shame burning such a great amount of money, don’t you?
First Pm (smiling shrewdly)
-As
matter of fact it’s a legal offence even
burning a single banknote!
Second Pm
-I know
an American lad who cuts the grass off from his garden each time they seize
this kind of drugs…..
First Pm
…….and
he mixes a quarter of marjhuana with three quarters of his grass up to make the
seized quantity….
Second Pm
……He
swears that the incinerator’s guys smell
properly those burned goods !
First Pm
-Of
course, three thousand pounds are to be shared in three parts…
Insp. Green (approving)
-Do we
know where is stashed the stuff?
First Pm
-Not
yet, sir! But we know for sure that
Vincent and Norman will start selling the stuff today, right in the afternoon!!
Second Pm
-In
order to get rid of it in the shortest time, they plan
to deliver it to single customers all in a day, carrying the stuff in
the car!
Insp. Green
-Do we
know the car they will use for delivers? Must be a big one!!
First Pm
-
Yes sir, it’s a van! Unfortunately they change it every time, but we know
the address and the right time of the first deliver!!
Second Pm
-We know
that one of them waits in the van while the other goes for delivering…
First Pm
-…..
so we can catch him while delivering the stuff…
Second Pm
-….
And promise to him safety if he leads up straight to the van waiting
outside!
Insp. Green
-Excellent,
boys! Where’s planned their first deliver then?
First Pm ( handing him a note in a paper after reading it)
-At five
o’clock in a flat of Hampstead,
belonging to such a Mr Sailor, Anthony Sailor!
Insp. Green (standing up, followed by the two
guys)
-We will
be there right for tea-time!!!
First Pm
– Of course we will!!
Second Pm
-And
we‘ll make a very nice infuse, won’t we??
EXEUNT
