One
The Factory
Although the scene is real and a single incident, itās also surreal and a representation of many incidents in GAILās life. The many times that she has come up against broken rules and routines and closing doors and second chances.
It should reflect the chaos she has in her thoughts and the cycle of obstacles she faces repeatedly.
A radio can play. On and off. Nina Simone songs come in and out. A variety but must have āMy Baby Just Cares for Meā within the mix. White noise and levels of louder volume as and when useful to suggest absurdity. A buzz might be helpful.
A door might slam off somewhere. The lights flicker/dim. A door might lock.
There might be a chair or a desk that would suggest an office/something official.
Between her dialogue, which is directed at random members of the audience, GAIL will do all or some of the following:
Wait.
Fidget.
Sit up and down, out and in, of the chair.
Pick at herself.
Drum her fingers.
Jump.
Turn around.
Get confused.
Rub her eyes.
Turn and stand with her back to the audience.
Sniff.
Fuss her hair.
Circle the space.
Sniff again.
Clear her throat.
Be bothered by her nose.
Hum. āMy babyā¦ā
Childish formula dancing.
Wipe her nose with the back of her hand.
Look at the back of her hand. Shit, shouldnāt have done that.
Wipe her hand in her skirt.
Look around.
Rub down her clothes.
GAIL is onstage. Alone. Waiting. She paces. Circles. In her own time she finds her place. Directs her dialogue at audience members. Using all of the audience. Moving at the reset.
GAIL I know you said to phone.
But. You know.
By the time I call.
Sorry. I am. Iām sorry.
How late was I?
Five minutes?
Twenty-five.
Okay, well I thought it was less so.
Sounds break into the scene. The radio changes. The lights are brighter/dimmer.
GAIL resets.
I was going to call, itās justā¦
I didnāt so.
Okay, well.
I know that, I just thought.
I thought it was less.
I thought.
About ten or something
like that.
Last time?
I donāt remember that.
Thereās nothing wrong with my memory.
Alright?
Sounds break in.
GAIL resets.
I think it is, yeah.
Sorry. I am. Iām sorry.
But. You know.
People like me?
I know. And Iām grateful, miss.
I need this.
Yeah. Yes.
It does.
It does help.
And Iām grateful.
Sounds break in.
GAIL resets.
It wonāt happen again. I swear.
Four minutes? Was I?
That was a piss. Iāll bet that was it.
I mean, come on.
I was an hour late on the 23rd.
If you wanna do me for late.
Make it a good one at least.
I do try.
I did.
Sounds break in.
GAIL resets.
Itās not excuses.
Itās not. Iām just telling you.
Itās reasons.
Things happen. To me they do.
Iām not lying.
I know.
I was offered the position in good faith. I was.
Decency?
Iām decent.
Come on.
Miss.
Please.
Sounds break in.
GAIL resets.
I know all about honesty.
You saying Iām not honest?
I value it too.
You havenāt got the whatās-it-called on that. Honesty.
Poor attendance? Yeah well.
Performance?
I can read.
I said, Iām sorry.
Look. Iām sorry alright.
Donāt.
Sounds break in.
GAIL resets.
I know all about the disciplinary action.
I didnāt attend that meeting, so.
Itās not what youāre thinking.
I tried.
I got the letter, I saidā¦
And that, the attatchment, I got that.
And I was gonna phone to discuss the stuff what it said.
I was.
I know that now.
I donāt know why.
Sounds break in. āMy Baby Just Cares for Meā is in among them.
GAIL resets.
Four weeksā notice?
What now? From now?
What about the four weeks?
And thatās it?
Payment in what?
Where will you forward it?
I donāt know, do I.
I worked hard.
I did.
Sometimes things⦠itās not excuses. Iām just saying, you got it wrong.
You got me wrong.
Itās not right this.
Thirty days to appeal?
Does that work, does it?
You reckon thatās gonna work?
Okay, I see it. I can read, you know.
Yeah, well.
Wellā¦
Here we go again.
Sounds break in.
The lights flicker/change/radio changes to loud white noise
A loud buzz.
GAIL starts to hum over the buzz: āMy Baby Just Cares for Meā...