God's Dice

David Baddiel

• Publisher: Nick Hern Books
• Year: 2019
• Print ISBN: 9781848429116
• eBook ISBN: 9781788502795
• Topic: Literatura
• Subtopic: Arte dramático británico

Science and religion go head to head in David Baddiel's debut play: a ferociously funny battle for power, fame and followers.

When physics student Edie seems to prove, scientifically, the existence of God, it has far-reaching effects. Not least for her lecturer, Henry Brook, his marriage to celebrity atheist author Virginia – and his entire universe.

God's Dice is an electric tragicomedy about the power of belief and our quest for truth in a fractured world. It premiered at Soho Theatre, London, in October 2019, starring Alan Davies as Henry, and directed by James Grieve.

ACT ONE

Darkness: Music. The guitar chords of a slow acoustic version of ‘Do Anything You Wanna Do’ by Eddie & The Hot Rods. Bring up slowly the sounds of students arriving at a lecture hall.

Lights up. A lecture hall at a redbrick university. It is Exeter, but it could be any.

Behind a lectern, surveying his students (who figure here as the audience) is a lecturer, with a friendly demeanour: HENRY BROOK, fifty. Next to him on the lectern is a glass of water.

There are a number of laptops dotted around the stage, with the screens up, facing the audience. At present they all show a screensaver of Exeter University.

Behind HENRY is a whiteboard, divided into two sections by a line down the middle. This needs to be a usuable whiteboard – i.e. writeable on – and available for projecting.

On the left-hand section is a series of complex equations. It includes ‘ΔT = Time’ at the top.

Above the left-hand section, the words: ‘The sorts of equations that appear on whiteboards in biopics about scientists’.

On the right-hand section: ‘UNDERSTANDING PHYSICS’. HENRY underlines it.

He turns. Half-smiles.

HENRY. So. Who here would like to win the lottery?

Beat.

No one? I’m going to assume that’s just shyness in a group of new students. I’m going to assume we all would like that. How do we make that happen? How do we without any shadow of doubt, win the lottery? There is one absolute way.

Beat.

Kill yourself.

Beat, enjoying the effect.

I should be clear – I don’t advise actually doing this. It’s fraught with problems. You might get it wrong and end up horrifically injured. Plus, more importantly, you have to have a lot of faith – for want of a better word – in the idea of the many-worlds universe. But let’s assume we do have that faith. Let’s assume – just for a laugh – that the universe is indeed infinite, and anything that can happen, will happen. If you do, winning the lottery is very simple.

He goes over to the whiteboard. Talks, as he rubs off what’s on there.

Firstly, you have to buy a lottery ticket. Let’s say the numbers on your ticket are – let’s make this easy – one two three four five – and a bonus ball: six.

Writes those numbers on the board.

Then what you have to do is go to bed before The National Lottery In It To Win It – or whatever it’s called now – is on. On top of your bed – bit tricky, this bit – you have to construct some kind of device plugged into your TV, that if these numbers do not come up, including the bonus ball, will kill you.

He draws a version of what he’s talking of.

Perhaps a ten-tonne anvil held in a magnetic field above your bed that responds to Alan Dedicoat’s voice. Who knows? It’s not important. What is important is that – even though you’ll almost definitely be killed in this world, and most of the others in the multiverse – in one of the many worlds – these numbers will come up. In an infinite universe, they must do, somewhere. In fact, since the chances of winning the lottery on any normal week are in fact one in thirteen million, nine hundred and eighty-three thousand, eight hundred and sixteen, you won’t even be killed in that many worlds. You’ll be killed, to be exact, in thirteen million, nine hundred and eighty-three thousand, eight hundred and fifteen worlds. But in the thirteen million, nine hundred and eighty-three thousand and eight hundred and sixteenth, you’ll wake up – alive and rich beyond your wildest dreams. How about that?

Sound of class shutting books, coughing, etc. HENRY checks his watch.

So, look, not everything in my lectures is going to be that exciting. But I thought I’d start you off with something that made you think physics isn’t going to be dull. And therefore that you’d made the right choice for a degree. Google Everett, many-universe theory and the Dirac delta function, and we’ll talk again tomorrow.

Sound of chairs moving back, many students getting up, leaving, a door opening, etc. HENRY starts wiping the whiteboard.

One student, EDIE, appears from the wings. She watches his back for a beat.

EDIE. Professor Brook?

HENRY. Yes?

EDIE. Can I ask you a question?

HENRY. Of course.

EDIE. It’s quite a long question.

This makes him look at her; and take an interest.

HENRY. Well, as long as I can still make it home in time for dinner…

She nods; she is self-serious, gives no indication of flirtatiousness.

EDIE (deep breath). I’m a Christian.

HENRY. Ah.

EDIE. I thought that’s what you’d say.

HENRY. You thought I’d say Ah?

EDIE. Yes. Well, not exactly. I thought that would be your attitude. Ah-ish.

HENRY. Ah-ish…

EDIE. As in ‘Ah… she’s a loony.’ Or ‘Ah… now I shan’t take her seriously.’

HENRY. Right. Sorry…?

EDIE. Edie Eliot. I’m a first-year.

HENRY. In mathematical physics…?

EDIE. Yes. That had an element of Ah-ness to it too.

HENRY. What did?

EDIE. The way you said mathematical physics. With a sense of surprise. Despite the fact that I’m at one of your lectures. So likely to be studying your subject. You’re surprised because I’m a Christian studying science.

HENRY (shaking his head). I’ve heard all about you Christian Scientists.

EDIE smiles patiently at the joke.

So. Edie. What was your question?

EDIE. Sorry, yes. Sorry. It’s… Well. We could take anything from quantum mechanics as an example, but let’s take: spin.

HENRY. Of subatomic particles?

EDIE. Yes.

HENRY. Okay. You understand that it’s not spin as we imagine it in the everyday universe. The electron, for example, is not moving like a top.

EDIE. No, of course. The electron is spinning in all possible directions. At once. Only at the point of measurement, of observation, can it be said to be spinning in a particular direction.

HENRY. Yes, you are doing my subject. Very good. EDIE. But actually for the purposes of the question, let’s imagine that the spin of an electron is indeed like the spin of a top. I think it makes no difference to what I’m asking.

HENRY (checks watch). And what are you asking, exactly?

EDIE (after a beat). If you pair, say, an electron with another electron –

HENRY. Quantum entanglement…

EDIE. Yes – if you entangle two electrons and then separate them – really separate them – take electron B and shoot it two hundred light years away from electron A… and then you measure electron A, the one you’ve kept at home in your lab, and find it’s spinning one way…

HENRY. Yes…

EDIE.…then the one that’s two hundred light years away – that will instantaneously turn out to be spinning, will it not, in the opposite direction? To stick with the ‘top’ metaphor, if electron A is measured as spinning this way…

Spins her right finger clockwise, big circle.

…two-hundred-lights-years-away electron B which had been going any which way…

Spins left-hand finger in general motions.

…will – instantaneously – be found to be going this way…

Left finger suddenly spins smoothly, anticlockwise.

She looks up from her fi...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title page
• Contents
• Original Production
• Introduction
• Characters
• God’s Dice
• About the Author
• Copyright and Performing Rights Information