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The Hallway Trilogy
Adam Rapp
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The Hallway Trilogy
Adam Rapp
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- First TCG book by one of our most original young playwrights
- Previously published by Faber and Faber
- Well reviewed production of these three interlocking plays at New York's Rattlesnake Theatre in February 2011
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PARAFFIN
CHARACTERS
DENNY KELLEN, thirty
MARGO KELLEN, Dennyâs wife, pregnant, thirty
LUCAS KELLEN, Dennyâs younger brother, late twenties
MARTY KUBIAK, sixties
KEVIN OâNEILL, the super, mid-thirties
RAHEL LEVY, Israeli woman, late twenties
IDO LEVY, Rahelâs husband, Israeli, thirty
LESHIK, polish, late twenties
DENA PASZEK, Margoâs friend, thirty
CORY, young friend of Martyâs, African American
SETTING
A third-floor hallway of a pre-war tenement apartment building on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, 2003.
The third-floor hallway in a tenement on the Lower East Side. Three apartments span the upstage wall. A stairwell right, with a window. An apartment extreme stage left. Pushed against the wall is an old upright piano. A piano bench on top of it. The hall is illuminated by an overhead fluorescent light.
A beautiful summer day, August 14, 2003. Ten A.M.
Denny, thin, thirty, is lying on his stomach, unconscious in the hallway. He wears skinny black jeans, no shirt, one two-tone, vintage buckled leather shoe, no socks. He is pasty, filthy. His hair is shaggy, unkempt. His fingernails are painted black. His chest has been cut. One of his arms is twisted oddly behind his back. It looks as if heâs been thrown from a speeding car.
From the street, the sound of a car alarm. The sound of a distant siren. A Spanish radio commercial dopplering by.
From an apartment, the sound of a morning TV show like Regis and Kelly.
Marty Kubiak, an overweight man in his sixties, enters from the stairwell. He is neat in appearance, wearing nice shorts and a summer shirt, carrying a hatbox. He covers his nose, his mouth. He sees Denny, approaches him, bends down, briefly assesses him, steps around him, knocks on a door. Moments later, Dennyâs wife, Margo, thirty, opens the door. She is tired. She wears boxers, a T-shirt. She is barefoot. She is six-and-a-half-months pregnant.
MARGO: Hi, Marty. Whatâs up?
MARTY: Your husbandâs in the hall again.
(Margo looks into the hall, sees Denny, crosses to him.)
He doesnât appear to be conscious. Should I call an ambulance?
MARGO: Iâll take care of it. Whatâs that smell?
MARTY: I think he might have done a number two.
MARGO: Jesus, Denny. Sorry, Marty.
MARTY: Itâs obviously not your fault.
(Margo exits into her apartment, returns with a cylinder of air freshener, sprays the seat of Dennyâs pants.)
If you need anything, donât hesitate to knock on my door.
(Marty keys into his apartment, closes the door.)
MARGO (To Denny): Denny, Get up.
(No response. She prods him again.)
Denny . . . Get up, Denny.
(Still no response. She exits into her apartment with the cylinder of air freshener, leaving the door open, returns with a pitcher of water, douses him. He wakes with a start, quickly curls into a ball, terrified, hands clasped over his head, crash position, as if he is about to be beaten.)
Denny, itâs me . . . Denny!
(He looks up, disoriented.)
Itâs almost 10:30. Arenât you supposed to meet the truck?
DENNY: Jesus, the truck. The fucking truck! Fuck!
(He pushes himself up off the floor, manages to sit.)
MARGO: Rough night?
DENNY: Pretty rough, yeah.
MARGO: Whereâd you go after the gig?
DENNY: Out.
MARGO: Out meaning where?
DENNY: Mars Bar. Niagara. The usual.
MARGO: Did Pianoâs pay you?
DENNY: Yeah.
MARGO: Good crowd?
DENNY: It was packed.
MARGO: Whatâd you guys make?
DENNY: Three hundred somethinâ.
MARGO: Whereâs your cut?
DENNY: I...