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!
...to be continued...
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 V
(Enter Inspector Green and his two
policemen)
Insp. Green (while entering, showing his badge)
-Everybody
keep steady, please! That’s a legal search! (to Jonathan) And you Norman or
Vincent or whatever you have been named in your Jamaica, give us that bag!
Jonathan ( still with his hand in the bag)
-I don’t think there is nothing interesting a legal search in my bag!
Insp. Green ( with sarcastic smile)
-Don’t worry about that, maroon! It’s up to us the valuation, isn’t it boys?
First PM
-Come on
, young boy! Don’t make the Inspector been upset…
Second PM
-
And I’m also very nervous indeed!!!
Jonathan
-I’m
telling you that there is only a present for my friend’s Max birthday!!!!
Insp. Green(still sarcastic)
-Well!
Why not? A very good present from Jamaica…
First PM (getting closer and grabbing Jon’s bag)
-Let’s
see your present…
Second PM (drawing the pack out )
-I’ll
try a guess! It weighs a pound…more and
less
Insp. Green (tearing off the paper)
-Bloody
Hell! Someone is kidding up!!! What does this book here mean ?
Jonathan (catching the paper from the floor in a
very nervous voice)
-I
believe I’ve told you a few times before, haven’t I? I hope you have some good
paper to wrap it up again!!!!
First PM (grabbing the book)
-The
Trilogy of Don Juan!!
Second PM (sneering)
-Who is going to read such a boring thing?!
Jonathan (grabbing violently the book from his
hands)
-I doubt you would be able to understand a only word of it!
Insp. Green (emptying the bag’s content on the
floor)
-Well !
OK! Let’s stop messing around! You give us the stuff and we all be all right?
Where is that pound of grass from Jamaica?
Jonathan (always
angrier collecting his things from the floor)
-Listen to me now! My name is Jonathan Close! J, o, n, ‘you know? Without any h! My father is Jew ‘ you know? Though I can reasonably suppose that my ancestor’s bones rest in the English ground much before than yours’s! When in life they were famous for other pounds of different stuff….now if you’re looking for any grass either you go in to my house’s lawn or you catch a plane right to your beloved Jamaica, all right?
Insp. Green
-
All right! You have well played your role, young boy! Just collect your things
and let’s work out our business!! Who is the landlord here?
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…
to be continued...
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)
-Please, Francesco, show me that kind of love! Please, I really want it!
Exeunt...to be continued
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
