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Act 1
SCENE 1
1989. GEOFFREY mid-stage, thoughtful, contemplative. Sfx: chatter, clinking glasses. ELSPETH, MARGARET and the MINISTERS enter. GEOFFREY taps his glass with a spoon.
GEOFFREY: Ah, if I may everybody? Thank you. (Clears throat, readies himself.)
MINISTER 2: (Quietly, to audience.) Prepare to be bored rigid!
GEOFFREY: Ten years ago today, Margaret Thatcher became our first woman Prime Minister. It has been a dizzying time. It began on May the 4th 1979 with our Economy on the brink. Inflation 20 per cent, unemployment two million. Dark days.
MINISTER 1 yawns hugely, stifles it.
But salvation came via M3.
The money supply not the motorway.
Polite, dutiful laughter.
Which like its namesake, began to flow less than freely. Thus taming inflation. The numbers are instructive. Margaret has outlasted four Japanese Prime Ministers, eleven Italian governments and forty-seven cabinet colleagues.
Genuine titters.
History will recognise her as a leader who assailed the conventional wisdom, changed the political map and put her country back on its feet again.
Silence. ELSPETH leads light round of applause.
IAN: (Effusive.) Here here! And may I just add if I may? (GEOFFREY nods.) That when Geoffrey and I were young men starting out on life in politics with a deep love of school, party and country binding us together, how many times would we stay up late quaffing Drambuie by the bucket, talking about how we would keep Britain great? Geoffrey! How many times would we do that?
GEOFFREY: Er – many times. Many times!
IAN: Exactly. Then along comes this marvellous woman who is literally the answer to our prayers. Because she has done as much as anyone in our history to keep Britain Great. So God bless Margaret Thatcher and all who sail in her.
Chorus of “for she’s a jolly good fellow” halts mid-verse. ELSPETH, GEOFFREY and MARGARET freeze.
MINISTER 1: (To audience.) That, was Ian Gow.
MINISTER 2: (To audience.) Geoffrey’s oldest pal, but also, loyal Thatcherite.
IAN GOW: Loyal? Bloody smitten.
MINISTER 1: Quite.(To MINISTER TWO.) So who are we?
MINISTER 2: Well we, that is the three of us, could be anyone in the next minutes, hours and years.
GOW/MINISTER 3: Yes. (To audience.) But this is politics, so we will keep you the electorate, informed.
MARGARET, GEOFFREY and ELSPETH unfreeze.
MINISTER 2: Er Ian.(Points to MARGARET. IAN goes to her, fawns.) Poor Geoffrey. Couldn’t they have got someone else to do the speech?
MINISTER 1: Like who?
MINISTER 2: I dunno? President Reagan?
MINISTER 1: I’m not sure he’s classy enough.
MINISTER 2: (To audience.) And American Presidents should always be classy.
MINISTER 1: I suppose it had to be Geoffrey.
MINISTER 2: He’s no Martin Luther King though, is he?
MINISTER 1: He does suck the life out of the text rather. Imagine him doing “I have a dream”. He’d make it sound like the phone book. (Imitates GEOFFREY.) ”I have a dream, that one day, people won’t nod off when I speak.”
MINISTER 2: I have a dream that one day he’ll say what he really thinks.
MINISTER 1: What, “she can’t stand me but she can’t get rid of me so there”? Ha. Hasn’t got the balls.
MINISTER 2: Unlike yo...
