Nine Night

Natasha Gordon

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2018
• Print ISBN: 9781848427303
• eBook ISBN: 9781788500463
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: British Drama
• Index: Literature

Family, food, music and mourning.

Gloria is gravely sick. When her time comes, the celebration begins; the traditional Jamaican Nine Night wake. But for Gloria's children and grandchildren, marking her death with a party that lasts over a week is a test. Nine nights of music, food, sharing stories – and an endless parade of mourners.

Natasha Gordon's debut play Nine Night is a touching and very funny exploration of the rituals of family. It was premiered at the National Theatre, London, in April 2018, directed by Roy Alexander Weise. The production transferred to the Trafalgar Studios in the West End in December 2018.

Nine Night won Natasha Gordon the Most Promising Playwright Awards at the 2018 Evening Standard Theatre Awards and the 2018 Critics' Circle Theatre Awards.

Scene One

Lights up on: a roomy seventies-style kitchen. The furniture is old-fashioned. Deco is typical of an elder West Indian. There is elaborate wallpaper that has been up since the 1970s, lots of house plants, pictures and relics of Jesus and the Virgin Mary on the walls, shelves full of ornaments and crocheted placemats. Around the room there are several headshots of a boy and girl taken together at school, throughout the years.

There are three doors in this room: one upstage-right slightly off-centre, one upstage-left and one downstage-left. The upstage-left door leads to the front room, the upstage-right door leads to the hallway, front door and rest of the house. The downstage-left door is the back door, leading to the garden. There is a sink and some cupboards downstage-right. There is also a table and chairs and a sofa.

We open on ANITA at the kitchen sink making a pink powdered drink that looks a bit like milkshake. We watch her put three heaped teaspoons of powder into a mug.

ANITA. Shit! Was it three or four?

She pours water from the kettle into the mug. She lifts the mixture up with the spoon and allows it to fall back into the mug. She stirs it, then sniffs it.

Rank.

She is about to head up the stairs, through the door upstage-right, when she realises she has forgotten something. She goes back to the sink and starts rummaging through the drawers and cupboards.

She walks to the bottom of the stairs and shouts.

Can’t find the straws.

Beat.

Mum?

Beat.

Shall I just bring a teaspoon?

From upstairs we hear –

LORRAINE (offstage). Have you looked in the drawers?

ANITA. Yes.

LORRAINE (offstage). Have you checked in the cupboards?

ANITA. Yes.

LORRAINE (offstage). They were there yesterday.

ANITA. I know. I put them there.

LORRAINE (offstage). So, just bring a spoon, Anita. A tablespoon. Teaspoons are fiddly.

The doorbell rings.

ANITA. Bloody hell.

Beat.

It rings again.

LORRAINE (offstage). Anita, the door?

ANITA. Yes, I know. I’m going – Answering doors, looking for straws – Anything else?

ANITA turns to go – MAGGIE and VINCE enter from upstage-right.

ANITA jumps.

Jesus Christ!

VINCE. De door left open.

ANITA. Was it?

MAGGIE. Yuh mad? Any and anybody could jus’ walk in.

ANITA. Tell me about it.

MAGGIE. Be careful, not carefree.

ANITA. The lock keeps sticking. Uncle Robert’s been promising to fix it. Does Mum know you’re coming?

MAGGIE. Me ring ha dis morning. Where yu grandmadda?

ANITA. She’s upstairs.

VINCE. It turn bad-bad?

ANITA.…Yes.

MAGGIE. But, is just the udda day me a sit down and a chat wid ha, good-good. It’s like she just give up after me leave.

ANITA. No, I don’t think so. / It’s just taken its toll.

MAGGIE. Lord have mercy. ( To VINCE.) Me tell yuh. She shoulda drink de bush tea whe me tell ha fi drink. You know how many people life dat ting save in Jamaica?

Beat.

ANITA. Shall I take your coats?

VINCE. Tank yuh, dawta.

VINCE takes off his coat and hands it to ANITA.

MAGGIE. Dees doctor inna dis country, don’t know dem head from dem foot! All now, dem a look right, dem a look left fi find cure for dis cancer business. If she, Gloria, was in Jamaica, dem woulda stop dis nonsense long time!

ANITA. Your coat, Auntie Maggie?

MAGGIE. No, tank you. It might be summer dem call dis, but I feeling de cold. Where yuh madda?

ANITA. Upstairs, with Grandma.

MAGGIE. Tell her fi come down.

VINCE and MAGGIE sit down.

ANITA walks to the bottom of the stairs and calls out.

ANITA. Uncle Vince and Auntie Maggie are here.

Beat.

She’ll be down in a minute.

MAGGIE eyes ANITA.

MAGGIE. Yuh know, back home in Jamaica, me have dis cousin. Rosemary. She big suh, like yuh grandmadda. Last year, she phone me. Bawling – di doctor seh she have diabetes and him ready fi chop off she foot. Now me tell ha, ‘Rosemary, save yuh eye water, nuh badda cry’, and I tell ha fi mek dat same bush tea whe me advise yuh grandmadda to tek. Rosemary boil up di leaf dem; chamomile, cerasee, duppy-gun and donkey-weed. As God is my witness, mek Him strike me down if one word I speak is a lie! You tell me where dat diabetes is now? Ehh?

Beat.

It gawn!

ANITA. Yeah. Or maybe they misdiagnosed it. Speaking of tea, would you like a drink?

VINCE. Yu have anyting harder dan tea?

ANITA. I’ll have a look. Auntie Maggie?

MAGGIE. Which kinda tea yuh ’ave?

ANITA. Dunno. Builder’s? Peppermint?

MAGGIE. Dat’s all?

ANITA. It’s not my kitchen, so –

MAGGIE. Just give me some wata – Not from de tap, if yuh please.

ANITA. I’ll see what I can find.

ANITA exits upstage-right, taking VINCE’s coat.

VINCE and MAGGIE sit in silence. MAGGIE sniffs the air.

MAGGIE. (whisper). You smell it, Vin?

VINCE. Smell wha?

Beat.

MAGGIE. She travelling, alright.

ANITA returns without the coats carrying an open bottle of brandy and a small can of Coke.

ANITA. You’re in luck, Uncle Vi...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Contents
• Original Production
• Acknowledgements
• Dedication
• Characters
• Nine Night
• About the Author
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information