ACT ONE
As the lights fade, the sounds of a theatre auditorium increase. Mobile phones, coughing, chattering and general sounds of anticipation. It builds to a cacophony.
Darkness. Chaos.
Suddenly the lights snap up and the sounds cease. We are in the same theatre, but at a different time. A play is in progress, the final act of Chekhovās The Seagull. A Naturalistic, period set of a study which was once a drawing-room. Doors left and right. A French window opens onto a terrace. It is raining.
Evening. It is dark. One shaded lamp is alight. Trees rustle outside and wind howls softly in the chimneys.
She sits on an ottoman in the centre of the stage next to KONSTANTIN GAVRILOVICH TREPLEV. The lights have snapped up mid-sentence.
Aware of her surroundings, she quickly pours the powder onto the reception desk.
KONSTANTIN: | for ninety years on this earth. My youth robbed from me. |
EMMA looks around the stage and out into the auditorium. It is as if sheās just come-to and is trying to establish where she is.
| Iāve cursed you Nina. Ripped up your photographs and letters. But itās no use. I see your face everywhere. I say your name. I kiss the ground you walk on. Iām bound to you forever. And now youāre here. |
He waits for EMMA to speak. After a while he decides that sheās not going to say her line, so continues.
| Iām sad. Lonely. Utterly alone and cold as if Iāve been imprisoned underground. And everything I write is so bleak. |
KONSTANTIN takes EMMAās hand.
| Nina. Stay here. I beg you. Stay here or let me go with you. |
For a moment, EMMA looks into KONSTANTINās eyes. She looks down at their interlocked hands.
Suddenly, EMMA stands and quickly prepares to leave, grabbing her coat and putting it on.
| Nina, for Godās sake, Nina. |
EMMA: | My carriage is waiting. Donāt walk me out. Can I have some water? |
KONSTANTIN: | Where will you go? |
EMMA: | Is Irina Arkadin here? |
KONSTANTIN: | Yes. Uncle was taken ill and we telegraphed / for her. |
EMMA advances to KONSTANTIN angrily, interrupting him.