Made in China

Mark O'Rowe

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2014
• Print ISBN:
  9781854596277
• eBook ISBN:
  9781780014425
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: British Drama
• Index: Literature

A blackly comic drama set in a crazed, completely re-imagined Dublin underworld, full of martial arts, rogue cops and savage low-lifes. From the award-winning writer of Howie the Rookie.

Paddy's weapons of choice are baseball bats and fists. Kilby (who imagines himself as something of an artist) prefers the skill of karate, which he practises on Hughie – who just wants to break the pins of the guy who put the one-legged palmist in hospital...

A dreadful accident sets in motion a violent tug-of-war between two criminal footsoldiers over the loyalty of the third. Self-loathing, guilt and loneliness emerge in this frenzied narrative, culminating in a blistering battle for survival.

Mark O'Rowe's play Made in China was first staged at the Abbey Theatre, Dublin, in 2001.

MADE IN CHINA

Characters

PADDY

HUGHIE

KILBY

ACT ONE

Lights down. Buzzing. Lights up to reveal an apartment, front door right, door to kitchen, left, window at back. Buzzing. HUGHIE enters from kitchen, goes to window, looks out/down. Goes over to front door, pushes button on intercom.

HUGHIE (into speaker). Yeah?

PADDY (through speaker). You right, man?!

HUGHIE buzzes him in, puts the front door on the latch, exits to kitchen. Pause. PADDY enters, soaking wet, wearing a snorkel jacket, zipped right up, hiding his face. Looks around him, tries to zip down his hood.

HUGHIE (popping his head into the room). What’s the jack, man?

PADDY. Fuckin’ hell!

HUGHIE. Bit of bad, yeah?

HUGHIE disappears again. PADDY continues at the hood. HUGHIE returns with a towel.

Out the other day, I was, an’… Give us a shot. (Attempting to open PADDY’s zip.) Was out the other day, man… (Hurting his finger.) Ouch! (Attempting again.) Right? an’… (Of finger.) Agh! (Giving up.) You’re gonna have to lift it over your head.

PADDY lifts the snorkel over his head.

What was I…?

PADDY hands the snorkel to him.

Hunky. Fuck was I sayin’?

PADDY. You were out.

HUGHIE. That’s right… Heavens opened an’ I nearly wept. Faggot an’ all, I know, but it just set me off. Frustration, disappointment…

PADDY. …Wet…

HUGHIE. …Wet, man. Oppression… (Hanging up snorkel.) The fuck happened this?

There is a huge rip down the side.

PADDY. Wait an’ I tell you…

HUGHIE. Nasty!

PADDY. …Yeah, moseyin’ up Pike Avenue, I was an’…

HUGHIE. This tonight?

PADDY.…Me way over. An’ your man, that fat-fuck copper. Dolan, is it? Beset me, the fuck, fucked me in a puddle…

HUGHIE. Beset you?!

PADDY. Came out of nowhere. Yep. Riefed me bod sneaky an’ sent me fuckin’ flyin’.

HUGHIE. An’ what’d he say?

PADDY. Said nothin’, man. Swaggered off, left me all prostrate in the gutter. (Beat.) Guffawed.

HUGHIE does CopperDolan’s laugh.

Hmm.

HUGHIE. No?

PADDY does CopperDolan’s laugh.

Not bad. Not bad…

PADDY. Cheers.

HUGHIE. …Not great, now.

PADDY. Me fuckin’ snorkel.

Pause.

HUGHIE. Say he saw you with meself, man.

PADDY. Say so?

HUGHIE. …Thought you were an echelon. Say he confused you.

PADDY. But I thought with the treaty an’ all, he couldn’t go near youse.

HUGHIE. Well, where’d it happen? What’d you say, Pike Avenue? You see? That’s outside…

PADDY. I see. Puppacat’s…

HUGHIE (simultaneous with ‘Puppacat’s’). …Puppacat’s boundaries, yeah. Echelons go outside those, man, it’s watch your fuckin’ hoop. Treaty doesn’t exist past the Bannerman Flush, so for future reference, occurs again, man, don’t speak, don’t look at him. Not that you did, but…

PADDY. No, but don’t give him a reason.

HUGHIE. This is it, man. ’Cos that’s all he wants.

PADDY. Right. Reason to smack you.

HUGHIE. Smack or arrest you, the fuck!

Pause.

PADDY. Might be time to put it out to pasture.

HUGHIE. Mmm. Which?

PADDY. Snorkel.

HUGHIE. Might be. You gonna get a new one?

PADDY. Might do. Or somethin’ else, maybe.

HUGHIE. Get somethin’ looks well. Not that your snorkel didn’t.

PADDY. No.

HUGHIE. …But it didn’t. Have to say, now. You want, I’ll come with you.

PADDY. Will you?

HUGHIE. Give you a hand, sure. We pop down to Poppin’ Mossey’s an’ peruse relaxed, yeah? Take our time an’ see what we can… (Jumps suddenly.) Fuck… in’ hell!

PADDY. What…?

HUGHIE (fiddling at his hip). Fuck… in’ beeper. (Gets it turned off.) Have it on the hummin’ thing, I do. You know the hummin’ thing?

PADDY. The vibratin’ thing.

HUGHIE (looking at pager). Frightened the muck out of me. (Of number.) Kilby.

PADDY. Show?

HUGHIE (handing it to him). Fuck does he want? Got it down the Windsor Market.

PADDY. No mobiles, no?

HUGHIE. I wouldn’t get a mobile, Paddy. Give meself skull cancer, all that? Fuck that. Fuckin’ brain carbuncles?

PADDY. Brain what?

HUGHIE. Carbuncles, man. That’s what you get. Dirty warts on the fucker. Anyway, the bloke told us Pacino uses the same one in that film Heat. You know it?

PADDY. Plays the copper.

HUGHIE. Same as Pacino’s, he says. I tells Kilby, you know what Kilby says?

PADDY. What?

HUGHIE. ‘Is that a karate film?’

PADDY. You’re jokin’!

HUGHIE. Karate film with fuckin’ Al Pacino!

PADDY. You’re gonna ring him back?

HUGHIE. Fuckim, he thinks I’m goin’ out in that, he can suck me… (Bends forward suddenly, holds stomach, in pain.)

PADDY. You all right, man?

HUGHIE. Fuckin’ belly’s seizin’ up. (Continues to wince, bent forward, then relaxes a little, sits back.) Fuckin’ hell.

PADDY. What’s it? D’you want somethin’?

HUGHIE. Fuckin’ pissed-off-ness, man. No thanks. Feels like, you know your grill gets dirty? Every so often a lump of grease… You know that?

PADDY. Yeah.

HUGHIE. …Explodes? Pops up?

PADDY. I know it.

HUGHIE. Like that. Scalds the fuckin’ belly off me.

Short pause.

PADDY. Wh...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Contents
• Original Production
• Made in China
• About the Author
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information