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    Clybourne Park


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      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      CHARACTERS

      Act I

      Act II

      TIME AND PLACE

      CLYBOURNE PARK

      CLYBOURNE PARK

      Copyright Page

      For Frances Watson

      CHARACTERS

      ACT I (1959)

      RUSS white, late 40’s

      BEV married to RUSS white, 40’s

      FRANCINE black, 30’s

      JIM white, late 20’s

      ALBERT married to FRANCINE black, 30’s

      KARL white, 30’s

      BETSY married to KARL late 20’s

      ACT II (2009)

      TOM (PLAYED BY THE ACTOR WHO PLAYED) JIM

      LINDSEY BETSY

      KATHY BEV

      STEVE married to LINDSEY KARL

      LENA FRANCINE

      KEVIN married to LENA ALBERT

      DAN RUSS

      KENNETH JIM

      Note: In the original production, the actor playing Jim and Tom also played the role of Kenneth. In some subsequent productions a separate actor was hired to play the role of Kenneth alone.

      Act I

      (September 1959. Three o’clock, Saturday afternoon. The house is in disarray. Cardboard boxes are stacked in corners. Some furniture has been removed, shelves emptied Pictures have been removed from the walls and carpets have been rolled and stood on end. Not far from the fireplace, RUSS sits alone reading a copy of National Geographic. He is dressed in pajama top and chinos, socks, no shoes. On a table next to him sits a carton of ice cream into which, from time to time, he dips a spoon. Music plays softly on a radio next to him.)

      (After some time, BEV descends the stairs carrying linens to place in a cardboard box. As she packs, she stops to look at RUSS.)

      BEV

      You’re not going to eat all of that, are you?

      (He turns down the radio.)

      RUSS

      (with his mouth full)

      Whaddya say?

      BEV

      What ice cream is that?

      RUSS

      Um. (Looks at the carton.) Neapolitan.

      BEV

      Well, don’t feel compelled to eat that.

      RUSS

      (shrugs, barely audible)

      Going to waste.

      (He turns the radio back up and FRANCINE enters from the kitchen, wearing a maid’s uniform. RUSS remains in the foreground as BEV joins her.)

      FRANCINE

      (to BEV)

      So, if it’s all right I’m just going to put these candlesticks here in the big box with the utensils.

      BEV

      That is what I would do, yes, but you do mean to wrap them first?

      FRANCINE

      Oh, Yes ma’am.

      BEV

      Oh. Now: Francine: I was wondering about this chafing dish, which we have practically never used.

      FRANCINE

      Yes ma’am.

      BEV

      Do you own one of these yourself?

      FRANCINE

      No, I sure don’t.

      BEV

      Because I do love to entertain though for the life of me I can’t remember the last time we did. But still, it does seem a shame to give it away because it’s just such a nice thing, isn’t it?

      FRANCINE

      Oh, yes it is.

      BEV

      And it’s just looks so lonely sitting there in the cupboard so: I was wondering if this might be the sort of thing that would be useful to you?

      FRANCINE

      Ohhhh, thank you, I couldn’t take that.

      BEV

      (re: chafing dish)

      See how sad he looks?

      FRANCINE

      You don’t want to be giving that to me.

      BEV

      Well, nonetheless I’m offering.

      FRANCINE

      No, I don’t think I should.

      BEV

      Well, you think about it.

      FRANCINE

      But thank you for offering.

      BEV

      You think about it and let me know.

      FRANCINE

      Yes ma’am.

      BE/

      And do put some paper around those.

      FRANCINE

      Yes ma’am.

      (FRANCINE goes into kitchen. BEV continues packing, passing RUSS as she crosses.)

      BEV

      That’s a funny word, isn’t it? Neapolitan.

      RUSS

      (turns off radio)

      Funny what way?

      BEV

      What do you suppose is the origin of that?

      RUSS

      Uhhh … Naples, I imagine.

      BEV

      Naples?

      RUSS

      City of Naples?

      BEV

      Noooo.

      RUSS

      Of or pertaining to.

      BEV

      That would not be my first guess.

      RUSS

      Yup.

      BEV

      I would think it had something to do with neo, as in something new, and then there’s the – politan part which to me would suggest a city, like metropolitan.

      RUSS

      Could be.

      BEY

      Meaning new city or something to that effect.

      RUSS

      (shrugs)

      Told you what I think.

      BEV

      Because a person from Naples, I mean they wouldn’t be called, well, not Napoleon, obviously. I guess that was already taken! (laughs, then serous) On the other hand, you do say Italian. But cities, though, and specifically ones that end in S, because there must be a rule of some sort, don’t you think? Help me think of a city other than Naples that also ends in S?

      (Pause.)

      RUSS

      Uhhh –

      BEV

      Oh fiddle. Um.

      RUSS

      Des Moines.

      BEV

      Not a silent S.

      RUSS

      Brussels.

      BEV

      All right. There you go. And how do we refer to them?

      RUSS

      Belgians.

      BEV

      But, the people from the city.

      RUSS

      Never met anyone from Brussels.

      BEV

      But there has to be a word.

      RUSS

      Look it up.

      BEV

      Where?

      RUSS

      Dictionary?

      BEV

      But it’s not going to say this is the capital of Belgium and by the way the people who live there are called –

      RUSS

      Give Sally a call.

      BEV

      She won’t know that.

      RUSS

      She and Ray went to Paris.

      BEV

      So?

      RUSS

      Close to Brussels.

      BEV

      Sally never knows those sort of things.

      RUSS

      Oh. Oh.

      BEV

      What?

      RUSS

      Parisians.

      BEV

      What about them?

      (FRANCINE returns with more packing.)

      RUSS

      Paris ends in S.

      BEV

      But - It’s not Brusselsians.

      RUSS

      Or Nice.

      BEV

      I’m serious.

      RUSS

      Got the “S” sound.

      BEV

      But not Nicians. Like Grecians.

      RUSS

      No, no. Niçoise.

      BEV

      I know that, but –

      RUSS

      Know that salad your sister makes?

      BEV

      But that’s French.

      RUSS

      It
    ’s a French city.

      BEV

      I understand, but, I’m saying how would we say, in Eng– ? Well, now I don’t remember the original question.

      RUSS

      Brussels.

      BEV

      No no.

      RUSS

      Des Moines?

      BEV

      No.

      RUSS

      Naples.

      BEV

      Naples. And I don’t think Neopolitan. How would that become Neopolitan?

      RUSS

      Muscovites.

      BEV

      What?

      RUSS

      People from Moscow

      BEV

      Well, I give up, because that’s just peculiar.

      RUSS

      (chuckles at the word)

      Muscovites

      BEV

      (the same)

      I wonder if they’re musky.

      RUSS

      (savoring the sound)

      Musss-covites.

      BEV

      (coming up with one)

      Cairenes!

      RUSS

      That is a strange one.

      BEV

      I’m telling you, that’s what they’re called!

      RUSS

      I’m not disputing.

      BEV

      But why cairenes?

      RUSS

      (shrugs)

      Dated a girl named Irene.

      (FRANCINE exits again.)

      BEV

      Or Congolese?

      RUSS

      That, too, is correct.

      BEV

      So why don’t we say Tongalese?

      RUSS

      Or Mongolese.

      BEV

      No, Mongol-oid.

      RUSS

      No no, that’s different.

      BEV

      (embarrassed)

      Oh, you’re right.

      RUSS

      That’s uhhh, you know, that’s –

      BEV

      No, I know

      RUSS

      (tapping his finger on his temple)

      The thing with the –

      BEV

      (doing the same)

      Like the Wheeler boy.

      RUSS

      Right. The one who –

      BEV

      Bags the groceries.

      RUSS

      Right.

      BEV

      (beat, then:)

      But that’s nice, isn’t it, in a way? To know we all have our place.

      RUSS

      There but for the grace of God.

      BEV

      Exactly.

      (Pause. RUSS breaks it with:)

      RUSS

      (pronouncing grandly, with a sweep of his hand)

      Ulan Bator!

      BEV

      What?

      RUSS

      (an exact repeat)

      Ulan Bator!

      BEV

      What are you doing?

      RUSS

      (once again)

      Ulan – !

      BEV

      Stop it. Tell me what you’re doing.

      RUSS

      Capital of Mongolia.

      BEV

      Well, why would I know that?

      RUSS

      (shrugs)

      National Geographic.

      BEV

      Oh, oh … Did you change the address like I asked you?

      RUSS

      What do you mean?

      BEV

      For the National Geographic.

      RUSS

      The address?

      BEV

      Oh, Russ!

      RUSS

      Me?

      BEV

      I asked you.

      RUSS

      You did?

      BEV

      I asked you fifteen times.

      RUSS

      When?

      BEV

      I said don’t forget the change of address for the magazine and you promised me that you would, you promised me specifically — (cont’d)

      RUSS

      (overlapping)

      I did it last week.

      BEV

      (contiguous)

      – that you would see to it so I– Oh.

      RUSS

      Pulling your leg.

      BEV

      I see.

      RUSS

      (a gentle imitation)

      Oh Russ!!

      BEV

      Maybe people don’t like having their leg pulled.

      RUSS

      I was just – I was – Okay.

      (Pause.)

      BEV

      And are you going to bring that trunk down from upstairs?

      RUSS

      Yup.

      BEV

      Thought you said after lunch.

      RUSS

      Sort a two-person job.

      BEV

      And you really want to wear those clothes all day?

      RUSS

      Hadn’t really thought about it.

      (A silence passes between them. RUSS scratches his elbow.)

      BEV

      But you know, you are a funny person. I was telling Francine – I ran into Barbara Buckley at Lewis and Coker’s and Barbara said that Newland told her a funny joke that you told at Rotary last year.

      RUSS

      That I told?

      BEV

      About a man with a talking dog?

      RUSS

      (shakes his head)

      Thinking of Don Lassiter.

      BEV

      No, It was you.

      RUSS

      Don’s the one with the jokes.

      BEV

      You know jokes. You tell jokes.

      RUSS

      A talking dog?

      BEV

      And Barbara said does Russ not go to Rotary anymore? Apparently they all keep saying where’s Russ? (a beat, then) Not that I care one way or the other but it does seem that you used to enjoy going and I don’t see why that, of all things, should have to change – (cont’d)

      (RUSS shifts in his chair.)

      BEV

      (continuous, quickly)

      – and please don’t say what’s the point, Russ. I hate it when you say that. Because for that matter – (cont’d)

      RUSS

      (overlapping)

      I wasn’t going to say –

      BEV

      (continuous)

      – what’s the point of anything enjoyable, really? – (cont’d)

     


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