ACT ONE
Scene One
Aldershot 1915. A golf course.
HAROLD GILLIES ā tall, fit, bald, in the uniform of an army major ā is on a tee. He has a large driver club in one hand and an empty beer bottle in the other. His large, battered doctorās bag is a distance away.
GILLIES (aside). Play golf. Good for my arm, stiff elbow. I got the elbow when I was eleven, got its stiffness, I mean. I saw one of my aunts on the lavatory, was terrified, fled and fell downstairs. No ill effects, donāt know about the aunt. Now, driving off.
He puts the beer bottle down.
Theory is ā ball elevation. Hit the golf ball at a greater height, catching the full upward force of the swing of the club. And, after many experiments, I find the perfect height for the ball is: top of a beer bottle.
He takes a golf ball from his pocket and puts the ball on the neck of the beer bottle. He adopts a driving position to one side of the beer bottle and demonstrates in slow motion.
See, the club head swings throughā¦ rises, impact andā¦ wallop! Right.
He squares up to hit the ball.
Fore!
He is about to hit the ball. Enter a handlebar-moustached MEMBER OF THE SIDCUP GOLF CLUB COMMITTEE. He is incensed.
MEMBER. Gillies, in Godās name, glass all over the tees!
GILLIES. Galileo understood.
MEMBER. Galla-who?
GILLIES. He wasnāt all down a telescope.
MEMBER. What in hellās name are you talking about?
GILLIES. Galileo Galilei, father of mechanics as well as astronomer, in his great work, the Discorsi, calculated the transfer of energy from one object to another, as in head of golf club to golf ball.
Squares up again.
MEMBER. There have been complaints! Itās dangerous and damn inconsiderate!
GILLIES. Canāt improve a golf swing without breaking eggs.
MEMBER. Youāre going to drive golf balls off eggs?
GILLIES. Metaphor, old man. As in omelettes. Fore!
He hits the golf ball into the auditorium. The beer bottle shatters. [NB: the ball is a ping-pong ball, the bottle made of sugar glass?] They stare out into the auditorium.
MEMBER (stunned). Smithers.
GILLIES. What do you think, dear heart? Two hundred and thirty-five, forty yards?
MEMBER. No, no, canāt be having this, Gillies! Thisā¦ experimenting! Itās not golf, itās notā¦ natural!
As they talk, CATHERINE BLACK, a hospital sister in uniform, rides on to the stage on a bicycle and dismounts.
CATHERINE. Major Gillies!
GILLIES. Nothing more natural than human experimentation. Disaster though it can be.
MEMBER. As committee chairman, it is my duty to warn you. Any more glass on the tees and you will be barred.
CATHERINE. Major Gillies. Itās the Lieutenant.
MEMBER. Do I make myself clear?
GILLIES stares at him as if he does not know who he is, then turns back to CATHERINE. Then with rapid movement he collects his bag.
GILLIES. Hop me on, sister.
GILLIES climbs onto the bike with her. She pedals them away.
MEMBER. Gilliesā¦ Look, hold onā¦ Gillies!
GILLIES. Glass! Mind the tyres!
GILLIES and CATHERINE exit on the bicycle.
MEMBER (aside). They say heās brilliant. But the last thing a golf club needs on the fairway is a bloody genius. I mean, there is a war on.
He exits.
Scene Two
Two VAD nurses ā MEGAN JONES, Welsh, and TILLY HOPE, posh ā enter, pulling on a hospital bed at speed. The LIEUTENANT is lying on it. His face is covered with a dressing saturated in blood. He is crying out, a heart-rending, strangulated, repeated cry.
LIEUTENANT. Ah! Ah! Ah!
Then he is silent. His body arches in pain.
MEGAN. Lieutenant!
TILLY. Robert!
MEGAN. Lieutenant!
TILLY. Oxygenā¦
MEGAN. Canāt, got no face has he, has he, no face, no faceā¦
TILLY. Robert, please, oh, Robertā¦
They freeze. The LIEUTENANT is still.
GILLIES enters running, pulling on a surgical gown.
CATHERINE enters after him.
GILLIES (to the ANNIE). How long?
TILLY. Mask for the oxygen, got no faceā¦
CATHERINE. Pull yourself together, girl! How long has it been?
MEGAN. Half a minuteā¦
GILLIES. Bobby old thing, I want no nonsense here!
He leaps on the bed and is astride the LIEUTENANT.
CATHERINE. Whatā¦
GILLIES. Closed cardiac massage, dearie. Tad controversial but so is death.
The NURSES step back. GILLIES pumps the LIEUTENANTās chest many times.
Bobby!ā¦ Notā¦ inā¦ thisā¦ hospitalā¦
No reaction. He stops. He gets off the bed, exhausted.
CATHERINE. Major Gilliesā¦
GILLIES. Imagine opening the chest, and holding the heart in your handā¦ and giving direct cardiac massage, a rhythmic squeezeā¦ wouldnāt that be something, my dears, wouldnāt that beā¦ a lovely thing. (A beat.) Time?
CATHERINE looks at a watch pinned to her.
CATHERINE. 3.22 p.m.
GILLIES. Record it.
CATHERINE. Yes, Major.
GILLIES walks away from the bed. His gown is smeared with blood.
(To TILLY and MEGAN, meaning the body.) Nurses, lay him out.
MEGAN. I canātā¦
TILLY. No, Iā¦
CATHERINE (irritated). Oh, do toughen up, girls. Never mind, Iāll...
