A Hard Rain

Jon Bradfield, Martin Hooper

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2014
• Print ISBN:
  9781848423961
• eBook ISBN:
  9781780013848
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: British Drama
• Index: Literature

A play about what happens when you push things underground, set in New York 1969 in the sweltering few days before the eruption of the Stonewall riots.

Kicked out of the military after a year in Vietnam, Ruby rocks up in Greenwich Village in high heels and a rage, and meets the street kid who will change his world.

Jon Bradfield and Martin Hooper's vibrant drama unfoldsin a mafia-run bar greased with smart-talking queers, bribe-happy cops and nervous Wall Street high-flyers.

A Hard Rain premiered at Above the Stag Theatre, London, in 2014.

ACT ONE

Dark. Violent sounds. Glass breaks, a door is broken in. Shouting: some orders – ‘Line up!’ – someone is hurt, a chair is broken, we hear handcuffs, somebody is hit. It crescendos and blurs into a chaos. Then, silence, and lights up on…

Scene One

A bar, or soon to be. A very plain room with the walls mainly painted black. At the front of the stage, the audience side, are the ‘windows’ to the street, soon to be blacked out. Sunlight floods in. An entrance downstage leads off to the entrance lobby, coat check and the street. There is also an entrance upstage, to the back room of the establishment. The bar itself is pretty makeshift and little attempt has been made at decorating the room, though a few posters are scattered on the floor waiting to be hung on the walls. ANGIE and FRANK stick some of these up during the scene. There are boxes of bottles to be unpacked.

FRANK stands by the window, gazing out onto the street. At his feet, a tin of black paint. In his hand, a fat paintbrush. ANGIE is getting the bar ready. After a moment:

ANGIE. Hey, Frank. Helps if you dip the brush in the paint first.

FRANK. One of my brother’s boys was supposed to come black out the windows. Who’s manager here anyway?

ANGIE. Gee I was wondering that, cos I’m just a humble bartender working away and you’re some man staring out the window watching them street kids.

FRANK. Why do I want to watch those wasters?

ANGIE. Maybe cos you got the hots for the blond boy.

FRANK looks at her to shut her up. She shrugs. Pause.

FRANK. I don’t see no blond one.

ANGIE. How long do you give it?

FRANK. It?

ANGIE. This is the fourth bar we’ve opened in two years. It took them three weeks for the cops to shut the last place down. That’s some kind of record.

FRANK. They want bigger payments. They’re screwing us if you ask me. The Mayor’s having one of his crackdowns, it’ll blow over.

ANGIE. I don’t know. They used to just raid. Now half the time they shut places down. Do you ever think there’s got to be an easier way to make a living?

FRANK. Not with your qualifications.

ANGIE. I meant you. You got the connections.

FRANK. I made money on the last joint even in three weeks. I was thinking we could build a little stage over there. I’ll get my brother’s boys on to that too. And maybe start up some cards and roulette upstairs.

ANGIE. Do gays like to gamble?

FRANK. How should I know?

RUBY enters.

RUBY. Somebody fill me a glass then fill me in on the conversation so I can sparkle in it.

ANGIE. Ruby!

FRANK. We ain’t open. Gimme a hand here.

ANGIE. Where’ve you been?

RUBY. Around. Had to find another bar to dazzle, didn’t I. This is… nice.

ANGIE. I thought maybe they’d put you in jail after the raid.

RUBY. Honey, they kept me in two nights. Me, three queens and a drunk. Another drunk. They’d have kept me in longer but they didn’t like the singing. What are you calling it?

FRANK. The Baker’s Tavern. Joint used to be a bakery.

RUBY. Original.

FRANK. It sounds respectable. It sounds classy.

ANGIE. It justifies the prices.

FRANK smiles and taps his forehead.

FRANK. Didn’t you read the sign?

RUBY. What sign?

FRANK. Aw, Jesus, they’re supposed to have painted the name outside.

RUBY. You should open up in an old brothel next, Frank. The Whore’s Inn. Maybe she is.

ANGIE. You gonna help me, Ruby?

RUBY. Setting up a new bar on dismal resources is my speciality. In Vietnam I created a whole movie theatre from a hut and couple of sheets from the meds. We had popcorn. Good morning, Frank.

FRANK. You stop talking. Angie, did I say for you to stop working? I’m the boss here, remember.

RUBY. Honey, you don’t pay me, remember.

FRANK. I let you in for free though. (Pause.) What the hell do you do?

RUBY. Are you showing interest in another human being, Frank? (Grandly.) I have a glamorous job working in design and sales in a top-class clothing establishment.

FRANK. Does he?

ANGIE. Yeah, a glamorous part-time job in a second-hand clothes shop.

RUBY. It keeps me in underwear. Which really sets off my ankles, know what I’m saying, Franky boy. And today I must look my best. Josh is back.

ANGIE. You heard from him?

RUBY. I got a postcard.

He fishes a postcard out of somewhere and hands it to ANGIE. It is a picture of Queen Elizabeth II.

ANGIE (reads it). ‘Dear Ruby. I thought you would like to see what a real queen looks like. Yours, Josh.’ Romantic.

RUBY. He put a kiss. (Points at the kiss.) Why don’t you like him?

ANGIE. I like him. He’s just different. (Beat.) He’s going places.

RUBY. Well, just now he’s coming back from places. (Beat.) You think he’s too special for me?

ANGIE. Ain’t so special that it stopped you going home with a stevedore Thursday night.

RUBY. I hadn’t had a stevedore before.

ANGIE. I think he likes you heaps. I just don’t think that’s enough for things to last, in the end.

RUBY. Honey. Things don’t last. They just go on happening a day at a time. And another day, and another. Then you look in the mirror and, whoops, you got old. (Beat.) I shall wear pearls.

ANGIE (laughs). I just know I wouldn’t be going home with a dock worker if I had someo...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Contents
• Original Production
• Characters
• A Hard Rain
• About the Authors
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information