Act 1
| Simon | Jesus, what has she packed in here? |
| Leo | That woman carries the contents of the titanic every time we come down here. I swear to Christ, she goes down diving through the cold Atlantic every time my back is turned. |
| Simon | She can't even swim, da |
| Leo | She probably threatens some poor merman to carry her on his back |
| Simon | How would you threaten a merman? |
| Leo | With a very big fish knife. She's had plenty of practice on me. |
| Simon | Poor ball-less fucker |
| Leo | I wouldn't bank on that, boyo. I could still fix you. |
| Simon | Quit complaining |
| Note | They enter the cottage |
| Leo | I'll complain in my own house. Which it is. |
| Margaret | I might have some say in that |
| Leo | I'm sure you might. Here, now - |
| Note | He dumps down what he's carrying |
| Leo | Are you happy? |
| Margaret | Happy - happy - would someone remind me of what that word means |
| Leo | Have you forgotten? Why's that? Have you Alzeimher's |
| Margaret | I might have. You could be landed with me dribbling at the mouth and peeing myself. |
| Leo | You do that already - you've been doing it for years so I'll cope. |
| Margaret | That's nice to know. |
| Leo | Louise, is there any tea? Would you pour your father a cup? |
| Margaret | I think there's only one cup left. |
| Note | She pours it into her own cup |
| Margaret | I'm so sorry - were you gasping for a cup of tea? Well, you know where the tap is. Make it yourself. Or better still - have a long drink of water. Like yourself. |
| Leo | How did I first fall for your mother? |
| Simon | Looks? |
| Margaret | Personality? |
| Leo | No - it was her way of opening bottles with her breath |
| Margaret | You would know - you've opened a fair few in your pubs |
| Leo | I've never drunk the profits |
| Margaret | Something I've always admired - how careful with money you are. Some might even say miserly. In fact, isn't that your nickname? Mean - mean dog. |
| Leo | Who dares to call me that? |
| Margaret | Me - your loving wife of many years standing |
| Leo | Aye, standing when you're sober enough |
| Margaret | I do my bit for the family business. I've never asked you for a free drink, and I've never been offered. Mean - mean dog. |
| Louise | I'll make you more tea. |
| Simon | I'll help you. |
| Margaret | How does it take two people to make a pot of tea |
| Leo | When one is more useless than the other |
| Margaret | You have them as you rear them |
| Louise | Sometimes you don't have them, even though you reared them. They're not there any more. Are they? |
| Note | Silence |
| Louise | Stop it now. Stop it immediately. I will not put up with this one minute longer |
| Leo | What are you talking about? |
| Louise | Do you not know what I'm talking about? I think you do. I'm nipping this performance in the bud. Because it is all a pretence. I'm not lying, da |
| Leo | Playing what? |
| ….. | |
| Simon | You're speaking out of turn Loui. I think you're overtired. Do what ma's doing. Go for a sleep. |
| Leo | Do what your brother tells you - |
| Louise | Which brother? I think the dead brother wants me to do what he tells me. Go for a walk down to where he died. Alright, I will do as I am told - will we all do as he tells us, our dead brother, your dead son? |
| Note | She leaves the cottage |
| Leo | Louise, don't stray too far. We might go for a long hike later in the afternoon. |
| Note | She calls back, exiting |
| Louise | I'll do what you want, Da, whatever you want. |
| Leo | So it's started. |
| Simon | As it has to. |
| Leo | We'll get through it, won't we? |
| Note | There is a fierce cry of seabirds. Fade |
Act 2
| Simon | You need a drink |
| Louise | I know the rules |
| Note | Leo enters |
| Leo | I was having a look at that old currach abandoned on the shore |
| Simon | There's little left of it |
| Leo | The sea's eaten it away nearly. I'm sorry I didn't do what I'd once planned. Try to put it together again. We could have learned to use it. All of us. |
| Louise | Can you see my mother setting foot on a currach? |
| Leo | I was thinking of the boys. Three of us. I always think it mad to be surrounded by water and have no kind of boat. Would you have enjoyed it, Simon? Would he - Gene? |
| Simon | I don't know |
| Leo | You never asked him - should we get a boat? He never said anything to you, did he? It's just dawned on me that if he knew how to sail, say, or just take a boat out into the water, he might have loved to do it. |
| Louise | I don't think ma would have let him, Daddy |
| Leo | He would not have had to tell her. He could have got up early. Even late at night, when we were asleep, he could have been alone, drifting through the darkness, calm, calming himself, away from us, in control of the boat. Would he have liked that, do you think? |
| Simon | He might have |
| Leo | But you don't know. Neither do I. That's a new one, isn't it? Another excuse. If we'd had a boat, my son would have lived. Am I listening to myself? Am I going mad? |
| Simon | I poured you a glass of iced water |
| Note | Leo takes it and drinks |
| Leo | How long is your mother going to keep us on an alcohol free diet? |
| Simon | You never break out |
| Louise | When she's not there? |
| Leo | Alarmous Kate - your mother- the woman is always there, fretting |
| Simon | She told me today about the breakdown |
| Louise | What breakdown? |
| Simon | Near breakdown. She passed it off as a bad flu. Did you know? |
| Leo | I made a guess. I did noothing. She went back to work. We keep working. That's our way of coping. Might not be the best way, but so far - so far it's got us through. |
| Louise | Which of the two of you wanted to come here for this? |
| Leo | It was the two of us. We're glad you came with us. |
| Simon | We wanted ot come |
| Leo | Just for this year. His twenty-first. She's getting more used - she's not bought a present. She still did up to last Christmas. I knew it was for him. A pair of shoes in his size. I confronted her. She said she'd forgotten he was dead. It slipped her mind when she was hassled shopping. I told her I didn't believe her. I said Margaret, that's a lie. This carry on has to stop, Lady. And stop it has. There's no birthday presents. We'll just eat together tonight. |
| Louise | Are we inviting Bridget? |
| Simon | Herself says no - not tonight |
| Louise | She'll expect to be asked |
| Simon | She's not asked |
| Louise | She'll have a face on her |
| Leo | She can take it off her. We want nobody but ourselves tonight. |
| Louise | She's just like a child, Da |
| Leo | Then you deal with her, teacher - it's what you do |
| Louise | I'd face fifty crying kids rather than one hell bent Bridget |
| Simon | You were her favourite when we were youngsters |
| Louise | Face it - I was nobody's favourite. You were always the prodigy and were going to write masterpieces. Gene was great at maths and science. Muggins here was the eejit in the , going to end up - |
| Leo | Would you like to buy a house? |
| Note | Silence |
| Leo | Each of you, a house. Money down, no mortgage. |
| Simon | You're talking a fortune |
| Leo | Maybe so. I've my finger in a fair few pubs. The Irish drink. We're pissing our prosperity into the wind. They're lining my pockets nicely. It's all honestly got. It's natural I should share it with my children. Fuck waiting til I'm dead. No pockets in the shroud. |
| Simon | Have you run this by mother? |
| Leo | How can she stop me giving you what's going to be yours? How is either of you going to get a deposit? |
| Louise | By our own efforts - me teaching kids, him seling books |
| Leo | You've done what you want to do. I've not stood in your way. I don't need to. I know what's going to happen when it comes to the crunch. The two of you will take over the business. |
| Louise | I don't think so |
| Leo | I do. You know why - your mother. Do you imagine that hard headed Donegal woman will let a gold mine slip through our fingers. I doubt it. So do you. Where is she anyway? |
| Simon | She went in for a shower a while ago. |
| Leo | That was a nice climb, wasn't it pet? |
| Louise | It was not, Da, no. |
| Note | Margaret enters the kitchen. Silence |
| Leo | You didn't enjoy it? |
| Louise | I really missed Gene |
| Note | Silence |
| Simon | He loved the mountain |
| Note | Silence |
| Simon | That's why he died here |
| Leo | We do know that Simon. Keep your mouth shut. |
| Simon | We're not supposed to mention it still? Jesus, isn't this why we came here this weekend? Are we going to be allowed to remember him? Me and Louise? Or are you and Ma going to be the sole mourners? |
| Note | Margaret enters the causeway |
| … | |
| Louise | How are you going to fend her off? |
| Margaret | By saying nothing. The rest of you, do the same. |
| Leo | You're a brave woman if you succeed |
| Note | Bridget enters wheeling the buggy |
| Leo | Here comes the stranger. How are you, cousin? |
| Margaret | I was just about to call up to see you |
| Louise | I told her you'd be down to see if they arrived |
| Bridget | That was hours ago. Not a sign of you since then. I remembered the old saying. If the mountain won't go to the mountain, then Mohammed must go Mohammed. What in Jesus does that mean? Has it something to do with cooking? Now that's a lovely smell from the klitchen. What is it? |
| Simon | It is chicken, Bridget. |
| Bridget | Dear me, very swanky, chicken and it not even Christmas, so Louise reminded me. Do you know, I would not thank you for chicken. I would not thank you. |
| Margaret | Why is that, Bridget? |
| Bridget | They're disgusting. Rolling in the muck, grunting, the smell of their dung would knock you down. Some people won't touch their flesh for religious reasons. I've heard tell of one eating an infant. |
| Leo | That's pigs, woman. |
| Bridget | In these parts it's chicken. Revolting. What are you having with it. |
| … | |
| Bridget | Cake - of course. For his birthday. Your dead son's. Gene. Poor Eugene. |
| Note | Silence |
| Bridget | I can still see him |
| Louise | So can we all, Bridget |
| Bridget | But I found him. He was all cold. He was red. You must miss him. |
| Silence | |
| Bridget | You never know the day nor hour |
| Leo | No, you don't |
| Bridget | Why do you think he did it? |
| Margaret | If we could answer that, Bridget. Maybe he might not have done it. |
| Bridget | Very wise, Margaret. What kind of cake is it. |
| Margaret | Lemon cake - his favourite. Don't tell me you've something against lemons. |
| Bridget | A sour taste. They leave your mouth numb. His lips were numb. I tried to rub life into them. I did try to get him breathing. But he was dead. The ambulance men said I could have done nothing. Nothing whatsoever. |
| Simon | We do know that, Bridget. |
| Bridget | If one of you smart young ones - even you Margaret - if you had been a doctor. |
| Margaret | None of us are doctors, Bridget |
| Bridget | If you might have saved him if you had been. Why didn't you become a doctor? |
| Leo | Because we were like yourself, Bridget - too stupid. |
| Louise | We didn't get into medicine. |
| …. | |
| Simon | I'll do what you want, Ma. |
| Louise | Whatever pleases you and Da. |
| Margaret | What do you say, Leo? |
| Leo | Is anybody else starving? |
| Louise | Is the dinner ready? |
| Simon | Very nearly. |
| Louise | Then we'll get on with it. Come on, I'll give you a hand. Don't worry — I'm not going to poison you. I can set the table and serve. |
| Note | Louise and Simon go in to prepare dinner |
| Leo | You can tear it up, you know. Throw it away — into the sea. Bury it on the beach where they found his body. |
| Margaret | Was he a coward? |
| Note | Silence |
| Margaret | Why did he do it? |
| Leo | It might tell us, the letter. |
| Margaret | Will we read it? |
| Leo | When we're ready |
| Margaret | Yes |
| Leo | Come in - we'll eat soon |
| Margaret | Go in to them. Comfort them. Give them time to prepare. That's why I hold back reading it. You have to make them understand that. Go in to them. |
| Note | Leo enters the house |
| Louise | Water, Da? |
| Leo | Jesus, what I'd give for a large whiskey. |
| Simon | We know |
| Louise | Would you like some Fanta? |
| Leo | Fuck Fanta. Double-fuck Fanta. |
| Simon | Da, fetch Ma inside. |
| Note | Leo goes back to the garden. Margaret is still standing, listening in silence. |
| Margaret | Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird. |
| Leo | Who are you talking to? |
| Margaret | Nightingale. Keats — his 'Ode to a Nightingale'. He calls it 'immortal bird'. |
| Leo | You'll not hear much of them in these parts. |
| Margaret | I've never heard an actual nightingale — only recordings. I never knew what's the fuss. Maybe they sound better out in the fields. My grandmother worked on a farm. A big, strong woman — she could do anything a man could do, even the sorest work. Would I have been better off if I'd never read a book? Stuck to where I belong down in the dirty clay, roughing it with the rest of my breed? Answer me that. |
| Leo | I know better. |
| Margaret | I asked Eugene that once. He told me I would have been happier if I'd stayed put. He didn't tell me why, though. Maybe he'll tell me in this. |
| Note | She looks at the letter. |
| Now, more than ever, seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight —' | |
| Leo | Are you back talking to that fucking nightingale? Will you get in here to the house? If Bridget finds out you've gone with the birds in this garden, she'll call the police. Hasn't she done enough harm for one evening? |
| Margaret | We'll see. |
| Note | She looks at the letter. |
| Margaret | We'll have patience and we'll see |
| Note | She puts the letter into her pocket. |
Act 3
| Louise | Does anyone mind if I help myself to another bit of cake? |
| Leo | I'm not a great man for the sweet things. You know that. Have this, you. |
| Louise | Are you not mad,about it either, Ma? You've barely — |
| Margaret | Louise, pet, would you just stuff your face and not watch me - |
| Louise | It's hard not to - |
| Margaret | In my good time I will open the letter. |
| Simon | Jesus, Ma, why won't you open it? |
| Note | Silence |
| Simon | If you can't, will you let one of us do it? Sitting here - |
| Margaret | There is nothing to stop you leaving, Simon. Get into the car. Drive up to the pub. The three of you, go on. Douse yourself with drink. It's what you want to do. Don't let me stop you. |
| Simon | If we did, would you come with us? |
| Margaret | Then we can crawl back here, reeking of drink, open another bottle and have a good old cry together, recalling our beloved Gene, sweet, soft boy, too beautiful to live. Would that be the plan? I'll pass. You may be in the mood for carousing, but me - |
| Leo | You — what kind of mood are you in? |
| Margaret | I don't know. Don't want to know. |
| Leo | Know what? |
| Margaret | What's in this letter. I cannot face it. |
| Leo | You have to |
| Note | Silence |
| Louise | Six months ago or so, an autistic child was sent to my class to see if she could be taught with ordinary kids. The girl was beautiful. Golden hair. Magnificent eyes. From the minute she arrived, she began to scream. She never stopped the entire morning. And I hear her again right now. That bloody letter pains me the way that child does. Put me out of my misery. Read what he says or else tear it to bits. |
| Leo | One thing's always puzzled me. Who gave him the load of cash he had on him? Was it one of you? |
| Note | Louise and Simon shake their heads. |
| Margaret | I know where he got the money from. He had four hundred euro in his pocket. Nobody knew where he got that amount from. I did know, but I told nobody. |
| Leo | Where did he get it? |
| Margaret | Me. |
| Louise | Ma, you're a mean Donegal bitch, no soft touch |
| Margaret | He stole it from me. Eugene thieved it |
| Leo | You never have that big a sum - |
| Margaret | I kept foreign currency in a certain book. He knew that, he'd seen me do it. He started to take it and change into Irish money. I knew he was thieving. Eugene was a thief. |
| Leo | How much was he stealing? |
| Margaret | As much as I could afford. |
| Louise | You gave him - |
| Margaret | He took what I left him. |
| Simon | Why did you - |
| Margaret | Aid and abet my thief of a son? To stop him stealing outside the house. I knew the word for it is `enabling'. I prefer to call myself a coward. A frightened woman watching her son get worse, not able to talk to him, not able to do anything, hoping the rest of her family are noticing something is not right — hoping her husband, her older son, her daughter - |
| Simon | We did not give him money. |
| Margaret | Well, bully for you — aren't you great? Big pats on the back for all of you. It's all down to my fault. The Bank of Ireland here dished out the dough and now she reaps her reward. My son is dead and it's due to me. |
| Leo | Do you know what you're doing now, Margaret? |
| Margaret | I'm sure you'll tell me, Leo. |
| Leo | I think in some way you're showing off. You're acting the martyr. How often have I listened to that tune? If I had a penny for every time — |
| Margaret | you heard it, you would be a rich man. But you are a rich man, a very rich man. Well done. What a pity bad comes with good. You put a child into the grave before you go into it. A grown child waiting for you, for me — I wonder what he'll say to us. |
| Leo | Do you think I've not asked myself— |
| Margaret | He will turn his face away from you. Away from all of us. Do you know why? This will tell us why. |
| Note | She tears open the letter. She reads it. |
| Louise | What does he say? |
| Note | Margaret hands Louise the letter: Louise reads it |
| Margaret | Tell them |
| Note | Silence |
| Margaret | Tell them what's in the letter. |
| Note | Silence |
| Margaret | Are you struck dumb? Tell them. |
| Louise | He gives his own name. His date of birth. The day he died. Then he gives your name, Da. Ma's name. Your name, Simon. And my name. |
| Simon | That's it? |
| Louise | That's it. |
| Simon | That's all? |
| Louise | All. |
| Simon | Nothing else but his name — and our names? |
| Margaret | You're forgetting something |
| Simon | What? |
| Margaret | His date of birth, and the date he died. He knew so what he was doing. He wanted to die. At least we now know. He did want to die. |
| Leo | That is answered. |
| Margaret | It's answered all right. |
| Louise | Bridget will be broken-hearted. Nothing to tell her. |
| Simon | He said nothing. |
| Margaret | I think he said plenty. I think he said everything he wanted to say to us. |
| Louise | He just said his name. |
| Simon | And our names. |
| Margaret | What do you make of that, Leo? How do you read that? |
| Leo | I leave the reading to you |
| Margaret | But I'm asking you — how should I read this? |
| Leo | I'm not sure I want to know, Margaret. |
| Margaret | I think you need to know. Isn't it a pity we didn't invite Bridget tonight? That wise old madwoman could read this clear as daylight. No, she wouldn't need to. She could see through the envelope. She made out what he was telling us — what he was doing to us. And she passed on his message when the time was right. |
| Simon | What are you saying his message is, Ma? |
| Margaret | His date of birth. His death day. His name, our names. We're born — we die. The curse of Adam. Your brother reminds us. He curses us. |
| Louise | You should have left that superstition behind you in Donegal. There's no such thing - |
| Margaret | What do you think, Leo? Do you believe me? Have I not always read for you — the signs, the secrets, good luck and bad luck — have I not always been worth listening to? Have I not given you excellent advice? Was that just nonsense, just Donegal superstition? Am I right? Is your dead son putting us under his curse? |
| Leo | You must lift that curse. |
| Margaret | I can't. |
| Leo | Then what are we going to do? |
| Simon | We take no notice - |
| Louise | I'm with Simon on this. |
| Margaret | Simon, why have you decided not to have kids? |
| Note | Silence |
| Margaret | Haven't you made up your mind — no children? |
| Simon | Who told you? |
| Margaret | Your dead brother, darling. It's his gift to you in death. You're frightened of having any children because of him. |
| Note | Silence |
| Leo | Is that true, son? |
| Margaret | Is it? |
| Simon | If I don't want kids, Ma, maybe that's down to me. Maybe it's more to do with you than with Gene. |
| Margaret | You'd need to explain yourself there. |
| Simon | I choose not to. |
| Margaret | You cannot say what you've said to me - |
| Simon | I can say what I like to you - |
| Margaret | I'm glad to hear it — so elaborate for me - |
| Simon | Elaborate — explain — analyse — consider — discuss illustrate — refer to at least two texts on your course piss off, Mother. We're not in one of your seminars. |
| Margaret | That is not fair - |
| Simon | If I want to keep my mouth shut - |
| Margaret | Why do you not want a child? |
| Simon | Because I would fail. I would fail as a father. And you would waste no time letting me know it. Coaching me, advising me, warning me — letting me bask in your wisdom. Why are you so wise a parent? Why do you know best? It's actually because of your great loss. YoUr son has died. You've suffered the worst. You've survived it. And that makes you — what does it make you, Mother? Perfect. And fuck you for being so perfect. Louise is here to speak for herself. But may I say on behalf of myself, on behalf of Eugene, fuck you for being — being - |
| Margaret | Perfect. That was your word. I make no apologies for that. It's what has me where I am and what I've made of myself. I have rules and I stick to them. I've needed to. You know where I come from. The back of beyond - |
| Louise | Not the Donegal lament. The first one from your council estate to go to college. Living on handouts from the county council and your poor parents who could afford to give you next to nothing. Having to win scholarships to finish off your course. Struggling with Da to pay rent and put food — |
| Leo | Stop this mockery - |
| Louise | That's history, Da, not mockery. We don't mock |
| Leo | Nor should you. It's the truth you're laughing at - |
| Margaret | Let her laugh. It's what they should do, the young against the old. Instil that into them. A good laugh: Maybe if we'd let him laugh louder at us, we would not be mourning Gene. But we are. Though Louise wants to laugh. Here's another laugh. Feel my hands — feel them. Margaret grabs Louise's hands into her own. Are they soft? No, they're rough. They're like sandpaper. How did I get them reading books and marking papers? I'd love you to be able to tell me, because I don't know myself. Maybe it's just in my bones. I can't be the genteel type. Maybe it's because I clawed my way into that job at the university and my hands are indeed claws. Laugh at this, lady. When I was asked at my interview, did I intend to start a family, I could honestly answer, no, for I'd started well before. I make a point of bringing all three of you into my office on my first day. Jesus, the look on their faces — you'd think I'd given birth on the corridor. Have a good laugh at that. I paid a tough price to be a teacher. I will let nothing and nobody deny me that. When I was a young one, I made my vow to each of you. I would not stand before any of you as adults and tell you you stopped me doing what I wanted. I have kept that vow. She turns to Simon. I have kept that vow perfectly. |
| Louise | Has he cursed me as well? How has he cursed me? |
| Note | Silence |
| Louise | Does he curse me with a question? Does he ask me a question? Why was it him and not me who did it? |
| Simon | Ma, look what you started — all this talk about curses — |
| Margaret | That we all still believe. There's a lump of the peasant very deep inside you, Louise. I don't believe you'd do what you say you might have done, daughter. You belong to the soil. You won't defile it. But I can't answer your question. You'll have to do that. |
| Leo | Do it soon. That's the way madness works. Asking questions — always asking. Enough to drive anybody off their head. Drive them daft. |
| Louise | I have thought about it before. Thought about it since. When did he decide to die, going through what townland or parish? Somebody must have given him a lift here. Did he tell them what he was going to do? Nobody's come forward to say they saw him on the road. Do they not want to get involved? He's left me all those questions. Do they 'stop me doing it myself? |
| Simon | No, they don't. You don't want to kill yourself. He did. That's what the note proves. You're different from him. |
| Margaret | Where was all the money going? For once, I want a straight answer. Tell me what you know. |
| Simon | He was drinking hard. |
| Louise | He was gambling |
| Simon | The boy had the makings of an addict. |
| Louise | If it wasn't going to the drink, it would be the harder stuff. |
| Simon | If it wasn't cocaine, it would have been the geegees. |
| Louise | It would have been a mixture of all three. Who knows what he's been spared? Thanks, Eugene. The biggest favour you did this family was your suicide. You've certainly saved me the bother of attempting it. One victim is enough. Fuck off now. Is that right, Ma? Stand up to the bastard, send him back to the spirit world with a ringing in his ears? This is how your family deal with your ghosts — bog on back - |
| Margaret | To where? Back to where? |
| Note | Silence |
| Margaret | Leo, what did you ask me to do about the curse? |
| Leo | I asked you to lift it. |
| Margaret | What did I answer? |
| Leo | You said you can't. I asked then what we'd do. |
| Margaret | Should we make a start by doing this? She tears the envelope in half. And the next thing we do is this. She tears the sheet of notepaper. just to make sure we'll do this. She tears the envelope and notepaper together. And I'd say we'd all feel this is right to continue. She gathers all the pieces together. Let's go outside into the darkening light. She goes out of the house. They follow her. Now, Gene, should you be watching us, this is what we do, as we did with your ashes, we scatter your last will and testament into the air. Dispose of these, your final written words, as you desire. She throws pieces of paper into the wind. Confetti, darling, not for your wedding but for your burial, your last resting place, as is fitting, for my son - you loved death, you married her, and so she took your life. I never thought this would be the ceremony that would separate you from your mother. On this day you were born — could I have imagined you would lead me to this corner of the west of Ireland where I would reveal your great secret to the winds? What is this secret? You were born for death, my mortal child. She scatters the remains of the paper. We are all born for death, my fragile flesh, my living babies. Your brother does more than remind us of that. He recommends it. It is his preferred way of existing. And he urges me — he urges his mother — to play his game — to join in the fun — to follow my leader. She sings. Following my leader — my leader — my leader - Following my leader wherever he may go. She stops singing. What's wrong with you? Is nobody going to join in? Leo sings, taking her by the arm. |
| Leo | Following my leader — my leader — my leader - Following my leader wherever he may go. |
| Note | He tries to steer her into the house. She resists gently, stopping singing, letting go of his arm. |
| Margaret | No — not a chance — I'm not going back in there yet. I've something to do. |
| Simon | What can you have to do? |
| Louise | It's too late for visiting - |
| Margaret | Visiting — that's it - |
| Louise | Bridget is no night-owl - |
| Margaret | Owls — that's it — that's who I need to talk to. And ravens — the nightingale — all the birds of the air. They'll tell me what to do. I've been mad living in this part of the earth, and I've never known or listened to those creatures — |
| Simon | Da, you have to do something. |
| Leo | Listen to her. Let her speak. |
| Louise | She's making no sense. |
| Margaret | Excuse me, I am always talking sense. It is my misfortune. You may think differently. All of you. You may see sitting on my shoulder a dead weight. You are wrong. It is a child perched there. My son. He is like a bird. A raven. An owl. |
| Leo | A nightingale? |
| Margaret | No, Leo, wrong there — not a nightingale |
| Leo | What happened to him? |
| Margaret | The nightingale's dead. The boy who sang baby songs, the child who loved poetry, the young fellow great at sums, my gold, my happiness, my hope — Jesus, he is dead. My son is dead. He took his own life. I demand to know why. I want the rocks on the shore — the sea in the 5 8 ocean — answer me why. I want the ground — the earth the mountains tell me why. I want the birds of the air to explain. Why is he not living? Why is he no more? |
| Louise | Mammy, I want you back. I want it now. |
| Margaret | I never leave you. What makes you think I'd leave you? The three of you and your daddy. Sure, you're the world to me. I have to work hard to look after you. So does your father. You must get the best. Better than I got. You see, I cheated. I lied to get the job. I said I have no children. And it's brought me bad luck. It's why I lost Gene. He's very angry with me. |
| Louise | He's dead, Ma, dead and gone. |
| Simon | We're here. We want you to come back to us. |
| Margaret | I haven't gone away. I haven't gone anywhere. What's wrong with them? Why are they asking me this, Leo? Give them a slap. |
| Leo | We do not raise our hand against our children. |
| Margaret | Give them a hiding. Give them what was done to me if I crossed my father or my mother. The hand across my face. The belt across my arse. Belt across my face. The cane against my cunt. If you do that to me again, I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to kill myself. |
| Note | Leo takes her in his arms. She calms down. |
| Margaret | I'm going to kill myself. |
| Leo | You didn't. |
| Margaret | I'm going to kill my father. |
| Leo | He's dead now and he's buried. As Gene is. You've got over your father. You're getting over Gene. |
| Margaret | And I've kept my job? |
| Leo | No better woman to hold down her job. |
| Margaret | The other two — the wains - |
| Leo | They're here. Worried about you - |
| Margaret | Simon? |
| Simon | Present and correct, Mother. |
| Margaret | Louise? |
| Louise | Not yet, Ma — don't think it's finished yet. |
| Simon | Louise, give her - |
| Louise | We'll finish this tonight. The curse, Ma — his curse — what did he want of you and Daddy? Silence. Come on, you say you can read what he's actually saying. What was the curse on you and Da? Silence. |
| Margaret | It would be nice, wouldn't it, to walk into the water? Together, all of us. |
| Leo | Go for a paddle. |
| Margaret | No, not a paddle. A swim. |
| Leo | At this hour of the night? |
| Margaret | We could go to him, you know |
| Leo | But we're not going to. |
| Margaret | Are you sure? |
| Leo | I insist we're not, Margaret. |
| Margaret | Then what you say goes. |
| Leo | Occasionally. Very occasionally. |
| Margaret | He does want us. |
| Louise | You heard — we're not going. None of us. |
| Margaret | You're very hard, Louise. I can hear him crying. |
| Louise | I can hear him laughing. That's why I've lost pity. |
| Simon | He's lost his life, Louise |
| Louise | He took his life, Simon. There's a difference. I know that now. So should you. |
| Margaret | Was I mad out here earlier? |
| Leo | You were grand. Wasn't she? |
| Louise | Grand |
| Simon | The best. |
| Margaret | I have the distinct impression I was mad. |
| Leo | I've seen you worse. |
| Margaret | When? |
| Leo | After four bottles of red wine |
| Margaret | I have never in my entire life drank four bottles - |
| Leo | Your cousin Joe's wedding. |
| Margaret | That was in Sligo, for fuck's sake. I had to get through it someway. Jesus Christ, do you know I'm wrecked. |
| Louise | Come with me, beddy-byes for us. We'll leave the men to the moonlight. |
| Margaret | Right. Early enough start. Bridget wants her lunch. Forgive her and feed her. |
| Note | She rises to go into the house. Louise goes with her |
| Margaret | You boys, don't be too late. It's not that warm. If you don't watch yourselves, you'll get a foundering. |
| Simon | Foundering? |
| Margaret | Donegal word. Did I never use it to you? It means cold — chill — frozen. It's how we refer to Dublin people. The foundered. Nighty-nighty. |
| Louise | See you in the morning. |
| Margaret | Aye — the morning. |
| Note | They go into the house. Leo and Simon sit looking at each other |
| Louise | Do you want a cup of tea before you hit the hay? |
| Margaret | I'd like that. |
| Louise | Will I make it weak? |
| Margaret | No, I can take strong. I'll sleep tonight. |
| Note | Louise makes tea. |
| Leo | Do you know what I'm going to say, son, and I want you to remember this very clearly. |
| Simon | I will remember, Da. |
| Leo | Can you imagine this night if there had been drink involved? |
| Simon | I don't suppose - |
| Leo | I've come prepared for all emergencies? |
| Simon | Have you? |
| Leo | Back of the car. Half a bottle of Power's whiskey and a few Guinness. Fetch them, like a good young fella. They're hiding in my tool box. |
| Simon | Tool box? You've never changed a lightbulb - |
| Leo | I'm learning. Keep your voice down. Go on, do what your da tells you. |
| Note | Louise gives Margaret the cup of tea. Simon exits. Leo sits alone. A blast of wave showers him. |
| Leo | It's all right — I'm here. |
| Louise | Do you know what I think we should do tomorrow? |
| Leo | I know you're lonely |
| Louise | We should go down to the beach. |
| Margaret | And see where - |
| Louise | he was found, yes. |
| Leo | I've not talked to you tonight. |
| Margaret | Yes, I'll do it, but put no pressure on anyone. |
| Leo | I will tomorrow. |
| Margaret | Go up to your bed, Louise. I'm grand. |
| Louise | Are you sure? |
| Margaret | Yes |
| Note | Louise climbs up to her loft bed. Margaret sits alone in the kitchen |
| Leo | Mammy had to talk tonight. I will tomorrow, darling. I will tomorrow. Bridget will be here. Your old pal. She'll help me. Have patience. |
| Note | he swell of the sea. |
Act 4
| Bridget | I'm still sorry to miss Margaret. |
| Leo | You haven't — they're gone for a walk on the shore. Do you like the lemon cake? |
| Bridget | I didn't, no, but I'll take this last slice. Pity to waste it. Do you see this cake? That is my champagne. I never drink. Never touch a drop. Gin, whiskey, vodka, rum, beer, brandy, wine, porter — they all disagreed with me. |
| Leo | You tried them all? |
| Bridget | Many times. I might be found lying stocious under a tree, singing, 'I see the moon, the moon see me.' I gave it up when the tree started to join in the song. Do you think, does the moon see us? I wonder in what way it sees us? I'd love to know. Do you know what I think you should do? Sell this house. He won't go uncared for. Not while I'm here. |
| Leo | You gave us all a bad fright — the letter. |
| Bridget | It must have been shocking, but don't thank me. |
| Leo | For what? |
| Bridget | My kindness in keeping it from you, till you were ready to receive it. |
| Leo | Were we ready? |
| Bridget | You are now. You're over it. That's why you can sell. |
| Leo | You've very keen to be rid of your nearest and dearest. |
| Bridget | We're only distant cousins. |
| Leo | You were a great help when we were first buying |
| Bridget | The least I could do for my own, even if we're at a far remove. |
| Leo | Are we that bad neighbours? |
| Bridget | You've been the best, but you're bad luck. You're very kind people, but no harm to you, it would have been better if you never came here. You're decent as any creature ever looked over a half-door, but, Jesus, do you get notions. You don't belong here. Fuck off. |
| Leo | Ireland of the welcomes, you'll never die. |
| Bridget | What would I be doing welcoming anybody? Nobody asked you to come here. You barely land but you're off again. I have to laugh at how you expect me to mourn your dead son. He was a nice enough boy, but I've no more tears. I've cried my eyes out years ago over another death. A very sad death. |
| Leo | Whose? |
| Bridget | My own. It was a lovely funeral, though I say so myself. I also have to confess I was quite vexed none of you attended. |
| Leo | Because it never happened. You're not dead. |
| Bridget | You're right there. I can't argue with that. But you do know what I'm talking about. Dying before your time. You've done it yourself, haven't you? Putting your child in the earth? That's like dying, isn't it? |
| Leo | Yes |
| Bridget | Worse than dying, isn't it? |
| Leo | I can't say — I've never died. |
| Bridget | But you can guess. |
| Leo | I can guess. |
| Bridget | What's it like? |
| Leo | Worse than dying. |
| Note | Silence |
| Leo | You have to go on living. Night after night — day after day — breath after breath. I started to hear myself breathing. I wanted it to stop. Just stop. I couldn't do that. |
| Note | Silence |
| Leo | I've never thought my son a coward, because whatever else it took to drive him to do what he did with his life, he had courage — great courage — that I lacked to copy him, Bridget. And I wanted to - |
| Bridget | Did you? |
| Leo | There were times I wanted to. |
| Bridget | We've all wanted to. We've all thought of it. What's in store for me? A lonely old woman, pushing anyone near her far away. Sell the house — do you know why? I don't want to let you see what's coming to me. More mad, more malignant, more danger to myself. Maybe my reason will be maimed and my mind shattered, me sitting helpless in a hospital starving, dying of thirst no family to give a tinker's curse if I live or let go. Jesus, 6 6 is suicide not better than that fate? If it is, I still don't have the courage to commit it. I too am a coward. |
| Leo | We're a pair of cowards, then? |
| Bridget | You're not supposed to say that, Leo. Compliment me. Tell me I'm getting younger by the year. Remark on the way I've kept my figure. Jesus, that's the last time I'm going into a dark depression with you. You would put years on a body. How does Margaret stick you? |
| Leo | Thanks for your sympathy |
| Bridget | What good does sympathy do for you? |
| Leo | It lightens the load. |
| Bridget | It does in your hole. I've never felt an ounce of sympathy in my life. That's how I've kept my looks. If I wish anyone well, I wish them a hard heart. Don't tell me you're soft carmels. The poor eejits drinking in your pubs — you'd take their last shilling. That's how you built your mansion in Dublin. This place didn't come cheap when you finished with it. Don't look at me for sympathy. You'll find none. |
| Leo | You would have made a wonderful reverend mother. |
| Bridget | Nuns are brides of Christ. I am a bride of Satan. |
| Leo | You never invited us. |
| Bridget | There was no wedding breakfast as such. What would you serve to the Devil? Hot and cold shite? We've been together some years now. We've been happy in our own way. I don't deny he can be a difficult man, We've never believed in divorce either. In that respect we're devout Catholics. but there are many times he's a little dote. I can make him laugh. Jokes, songs, unspeakable things with a burning coal. We're a normal Irish couple, the Prince of Darkness and his darling wife. Darby and Joan, me and Lucifer. |
| Leo | How come we never see you together? |
| Bridget | He's painfully shy — he dislikes publicity. People always bring up - You know, the whole heaven thing. |
| Leo | The banishment — the fall - |
| Bridget | It happened years ago. Why are they obsessed by it? We're not keen to talk about it. The other angels the ones who fell with him — they can shoot their mouths off. My fella prefers to keep a dignified silence. |
| Leo | Does he know me, Satan? |
| Bridget | He knows everybody. |
| Leo | Does he know my son? |
| Note | Silence |
| Leo | Does he hear my son cry? Is my boy weeping in hell? Does the Devil take any pity on him? Will Satan do what God won't do for me? Will he give me back my child? |
| Note | Silence |
| Leo | Will you ask him to do that? |
| Bridget | I have, he can't help. Gene was dead. He, Satan, did not believe in resurrections. That was the other boyo's business. Pray to him for miracles of that order. But I explained it was unlikely you believed. He was glad. You would be wasting your time. For nobody's listening. |
| Leo | He's as bleak as that? |
| Bridget | Bleaker. Especially at the Christmas. Takes very badly to the drink. Raging that nobody remembers when it's his birthday. |
| Leo | When was he born? |
| Bridget | Every day of the year. There at all our shoulders, the hour, the minute you're born, plotting badness, taking child from parent, stealing, leading them astray, filling them with poison, putting the knife in their hand, cutting their beautiful flesh, leaving them alone to breathe their last, to be found dead by an old woman. |
| Leo | I'm glad it was you |
| Bridget | While I live, I won't forget him |
| Leo | Thank you. |
| Bridget | You're still a way to go. |
| Leo | I'm near the end. |
| Bridget | It will never end. It will only seem like it. Just when you think it's stopped, the pain, it starts again. |
| Leo | How do you know this? |
| Bridget | I don't. I'm guessing. Will you sell the house? |
| Leo | I don't know yet. |
| Bridget | If you decide to sell, you could give it away. Give it to me |
| Leo | You have a house. |
| Bridget | A wee hovel. I could do with another. A bit more spacious. |
| Leo | For you and Satan? |
| Bridget | You didn't fall for that old shite, did you? |
| Leo | Bridget, I always fall for what you tell me. |
| Bridget | God, aren't you the right innocent. Just as well you're rich, just as well you're lucky. |
| Leo | Sometimes luck runs out. |
| Bridget | Run after it. Catch up with it. Who knows what you'll find. |
| Leo | My son? |
| Bridget | The boy is dead. How often do you have to be told? He won't be coming back. Will you stop torturing him? Stop torturing yourself. You might never be rid of him, but will you let him go from you? Stop haunting him. Set him free. |
| Leo | I can't do that. |
| Bridget | Then you'll have no comfort. |
| Leo | Do I want it? |
| Bridget | No, I see you don't. What do you want? |
| Leo | My son |
| Note | Silence |
| Leo | My son. I've lost my son. My child is dead. |
| Note | He begins to weep. |
| Leo | Myself, and my son. |
| Note | The weeping is now fierce |
| Leo | Forgive me. |
| Note | He stops weeping. |
| Leo | The light's gone out. |
| Bridget | Put it back on again. |
| Leo | When? |
| Bridget | Now. |
| Leo | I'll try. |
| Bridget | You better |
| Leo | I will |
| Bridget | Fuck it, I hate crying. Especially my own. My face looks like a rubber sheet in an orphanage. Now, have you any food left over you'd like to give me? |
| Leo | That's Margaret's department. You'll have to ask her. |
| Note | Louise and Simon enter the causeway. They enter the house |
| Bridget | Is she speaking to me? |
| Note | Margaret enters and stays in the causeway. |
| Leo | Ask them — they're back. |
| Bridget | Hello, everybody — did you enjoy your stroll? |
| Louise | Don't talk to me, you. |
| Bridget | What did I do? |
| Simon | What did you not do? |
| Bridget | I was only trying to do my best - |
| Simon | Leaving a bomb in the house. |
| Bridget | Bombs — what are you saying — I have nothing to do with bombs - |
| Louise | You're a bad bitch, lady. |
| Simon | You knew the havoc you'd cause. |
| Bridget | If I caused bother, I'm sorry — forgive me. Your father has. He was going to sell the house. I've begged him not to. Can you imagine losing this beautiful place? He says now he's not going to. It was me forced him. You owe me for that. We're quits. |
| Simon | You're a fucking witch, Bridget. |
| Bridget | No, I'm not — I'm more of a confused fairy. I really don't know if I'm coming or going. |
| Louise | We're going — I've had enough of you. The car's packed. I want to be on the road early. Simon's coming with me. |
| Simon | How long till you and Ma - |
| Leo | Set off? Soon. |
| Louise | You driving? |
| Leo | I think so |
| Louise | Right. Bye, Dad. |
| Note | She kisses him. She kisses Bridget. |
| Louise | Goodbye, witch. |
| Note | She exits to the causeway. |
| Simon | See you, Dad. Love you. |
| Note | He kisses Leo. Louise kisses Margaret in the garden |
| Louise | She's not too contrite. |
| Margaret | Surprise, surprise. |
| Note | Simon kisses Bridget. |
| Simon | Bad woman. |
| Note | He exits |
| Bridget | Pair of fuckers |
| Louise | Ring us when you get home. |
| Margaret | I will |
| Note | Louise exits. Margaret and Simon embrace. Simon exits. |
| … | |
| Bridget | I will not stay where I am not wanted. |
| Margaret | Then leave. |
| Bridget | I am your relation, Leo. Are you going to let her say things like that to me? |
| Leo | Leave us for a while, Bridget. Don't go too far |
| Note | Bridget exits from the house, the buggy before her. She sits on a seat |
| Margaret | Are you ready to drive back? |
| Leo | I know she's a bad bitch, but you were very hard — |
| Margaret | Not as hard as she deserved. |
| Leo | Do you judge us all - |
| Margaret | As I judge myself? I try to. What about you? How do you judge yourself? |
| Leo | I find myself wanting. |
| Margaret | And Gene — what about him? |
| Leo | I looked into his coffin the morning of his funeral. I said something to him that nobody heard. I've not told you nor Simon nor Louise. |
| Margaret | What did you tell him? |
| Leo | I told him if I were given one wish, I would go back in time to before he was born and I would not change him, Gene, I would still choose him. I would not change my child, no matter what. |
| Margaret | You loved him that much? |
| Leo | I did. |
| Margaret | So did I |
| Note | They embrace. They kiss. They help each other to keep standing. |
| Margaret | What is going to become of us? |
| Leo | I don't know. |
| Margaret | We have to keep going |
| Leo | We do. |
| Margaret | Are you all right? |
| Leo | Is the car packed? |
| Margaret | Everything. |
| Leo | Bridget? |
| Margaret | What about her? |
| Leo | Say something as you leave. |
| Margaret | What? |
| Leo | Anything. |
| Note | She leaves the house and enters the causeway. Bridget is still sitting there. Leo fetches food from the fridge. Margaret goes to Bridget. She runs her fingers through Bridget's hair. |
| Margaret | Mind the house for us, you wicked wagon. |
| Bridget | I will — I'm sorry. |
| Margaret | You should be. Don't let the place burn to the ground. If it does, see that you're in it. |
| Bridget | I will. See you soon. |
| Margaret | Soon |
| Note | Margaret exits. Leo enters and puts the bag of food in the buggy. |
| Bridget | She's not as angry with me, is she? |
| Leo | She's fairly angry, lady. |
| Bridget | She's tired. She's not slept right. You do the driving. She'll be less crabbit when she gets to Dublin. It has something to do with the street lights. I'm told they're very soothing on the nerves. Not that I'd know. I've never been asked there to see them. |
| Note | She looks at the bag of food and lifts it |
| Bridget | Is that all you've left me? Jesus, you've opened your arse. |
| Leo | That is your gettings. Take it or leave it. I've slipped a few bob in the bag as well. |
| Bridget | Thanks — I'm sure that will keep me in fur coats. |
| Leo | You're an ungrateful fucker, aren't you? |
| Bridget | If you want gratitude, look elsewhere. Have you not learned that much? |
| Leo | The hard way. |
| Bridget | Then at least he's done you that bit of good. Run on to swanky Dublin. I'll stay here. I'll mind him. |
| Leo | He's not here — he's dead. |
| Bridget | I think that point has been made with sufficient frequency to render it redundant. There is no necessity to repeat it. I am not deaf. Run on. Put a smile on the sour face of your wife. How much money did you leave me? |
| Leo | What you're worth |
| Bridget | Is that all? God, you're tight. Will I see you soon? All of yous? Will you come down to visit soon? |
| Leo | Soon |
| Bridget | I miss you. It's lonely. |
| Leo | All lonely |
| Bridget | Safe journey |
| Leo | Aye, safe. I'll lock up. I have the keys. Safe journey. |
| Note | Leo exits. Bridget stands up to look about her, singing |