Scene One
DR MARSHALL onstage. He is a practised public speaker and enjoys his performance tremendously.
MARSHALL. Iāll conclude, if I may, with a reminder that we are doctors of fertility, not gods. And yet some days, when I have to face yet another desperate patient, it feels that the fate of future generations lies entirely in our hands. Take āYasminā. Failed by the NHS, now separated from her partner, and still battling her unexplained infertility. Or āJaneā, who wakes alone on the day after her fortieth birthday in the flat she worked so hard to buy, parched with vodka and regret, as the front door quietly shuts behind the second cousinās married friend ā and hears the shrill alarm of eternal absence. What should I tell these women, and hundreds just like them, when they come to me for help? That forgoing motherhood is the price of Janeās career? That Yasminās failure to conceive is a tragedy without solution? What I tell them is this. That they must have faith. In science. In our industry. In us. (A change of gear.) Fellow doctors, colleagues, peers. This is not the time for caution, but for courage, innovation and investment. Only then can we lead a reproductive revolution that will give our patients the chance to go forth, be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the earth.
Scene Two
Same day. Genesis Inc. clinic waiting room. A reception desk. A wall of baby photos, embryo scans and thank-you cards.
SERENA and JEFF sit waiting. SERENA writes forms. JEFF has a cycle helmet with him. We can hear the tail end of MARSHALLās speech on the waiting room radio.
MARSHALL.ā¦be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth.
Applause on the radio, then the voice of Jenni Murray from Womanās Hour.
JENNI MURRAY. And you can hear the full speech on the Womanās Hour podcast, where we discuss fertility issues among single working women ā
The receptionist/office manager, KIKI, changes the radio station. BRIDGET enters, with gigantic shoulder bag, yelling into her mobile phone.
BRIDGET. Goldmanās? Fuck Goldmanās. Whatās the floor? Fuck it. Not at that price.
KIKI. Miss Parker? Iām afraid the doctorās running a tiny bit late.
BRIDGET. One minute. (Mobile.) It means TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR COCKS AND STOP TRADING! (Mobile down.) Iām going to have to reschedule. Office emergency.
KIKI. We will have to charge a cancellation fee.
BRIDGET (mobile rings). Itās fine, Iāll pay it, tell him Iām sorry. (Into mobile.) Not you, mate, youāre fucked.
She hangs up, gathers her things. KIKI makes a call.
KIKI. Dr Marshall? Wonderful speech. Your eleven-fifteenās just cancelled. And Mr Price from Mansard Finance called again about the valuation. Heās suggesting lunch on Friday at the Savoy Grill. See you shortly.
She hangs up. BRIDGET snaps to attention.
BRIDGET. Mansard Finance?
KIKI. Sorry, that was a private message. Would you like to reschedule? The doctorās exceptionally busy right now so if you did want advice about sperm donors ā
BRIDGET. Iāll call. (Mobile rings.) Peter? Iām on my way. Youād better tape up your balls.
She exits.
JEFF. Iām amazed she canāt find a man to impregnate her.
KIKI. Sorry about the wait. Doctor wonāt be long.
SERENA. Thank you.
JEFF. How was Drama Workshop?
SERENA. Feisty. Chantal was in the ADD one. Think of a character and describe them in three words. āChildless psychotic old hag.ā Thatās very imaginative, I said, how old is she? āForty.ā
JEFF. Thatās four words.
SERENA. What?
JEFF. Childless psychotic old hag is four words. And youāre thirty-five.
SERENA. Today is not the day to be literal, Jeff.
JEFF. How would you like me to be?
SERENA. Open-minded and quietly supportive.
JEFF. Should I tape my balls up, too?
MARSHALL enters, talking on his mobile, and takes a file from KIKI.
MARSHALL (on phone). No, Iāll come on my motorbike straight from the clinic. Iāll meet you at the Garrick at six.
He ushers SERENA and JEFF into the consulting room and seats them.
Mr and Mrs Robertson-Goswami. How wonderfully modern. Sorry Iām so backed up today, my conference ran over.
Iām sorry to see you here, too, nothing personal of course. Why donāt you tell me a bit about yourselves.
SERENA. Weāve been trying for three years. Our first round of IVF failed. We didnāt qualify for a second on the NHS so we went private, first to Life, then to Creation but nothing worked so we thought weād try you. You had glowing testimonials.
JEFF. They all had glowing testimonials.
MARSHALL. Thereās a clinic out there to suit everyone. (Consults the file.) Two successful embryo transfers in four rounds of IVF, two miscarriages at six and seven weeks.
SERENA. I struggle to get pregnant. If I get pregnant I miscarry.
MARSHALL. I see. You have no prior children?
JEFF. I do. My daughter from a previous⦠Zara. Sheās away at uni.
MARSHALL. You must have had her young.
JEFF. I was twenty.
MARSHALL. Congratulations. Good general health? Working professionals?
SERENA. Iām an educational therapist. Jeffās a social worker.
MARSHALL. Iām honoured to have you. Sex life normal?
SERENA. Yes.
JEFF. Well ā
MARSHALL. Cyclist, are you? Good for the lungs, less so for the sperm. Try fast walking.
SERENA (to JEFF). I told you.
MARSHALL. No family medical problems?
SERENA. Not in mine. Jeffās adopted. We donāt know his history.
JEFF. I was raised by white parents. Have you ever met a black man called Jeff?
MARSHALL. Is adoption an option for you?
JEFF. No.
MARSHALL. Understandable. And youāve not considered using donor eggs?
SERENA. We went on a waiting list but there were no Asian donors.
JEFF. We want a baby who looks like both of us.
MARSHALL. God made man in his own image, and so with human procreation. Not to worry. Weāll start by running the usual tests and see what comes back.
JEFF. Can I ā
SERENA (a warning). Jeffā¦
JEFF. Itās just weāve paid fo...