THE COOK
dp n="154" folio="146" ?For Amy Madigan
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PRODUCTION HISTORY
The Cook was originally commissioned by the Cherry Lane Theatre (Angelina Fiordellisi, Artistic Director) and premiered in December 2003 at INTAR Hispanic Arts Center in New York City (Max Ferrå, Founder and Producing Artistic Director). The production was directed by Michael John Garcés; the set design was by Antje Ellermann, the costume design was by Elizabeth Hope Clancy, the lighting design was by Kirk Bookman, the sound design was by David M. Lawson and the original music was by José Conde. It was performed by:
| GLADYS | Zabryna Guevara |
| CARLOS | Jason Madera |
| ELENA/ROSA | Nilaja Sun |
| ADRIA/LOURDES | Maggie Bofill |
| JULIO | Jason Quarles |
The final draft of
The Cook (which is printed here) premiered in November 2007 at Seattle Repertory Theatre (David Esbjornson, Artistic Director; Benjamin Moore, Managing Director). It was directed by Juliette Carrillo; the set design was by Mikiko Suzuki MacAdams, the costume design was by Elizabeth Hope Clancy, the lighting design was by Geoff Korf and the music composition/sound design was by Chris Webb. The stage manager was Amy Poisson and the assistant stage manager was Lori Amondson Flint. It was performed by:
| GLADYS | Zabryna Guevara |
| CARLOS | Al Espinosa |
| ELENA/ROSA | Jessica Pimentel |
| ADRIA/LOURDES | Yetta Gottesman |
| JULIO | A.K. Murtadha |
CHARACTERS
GLADYS
CARLOS
ELENA
ADRIA
JULIO
ROSA
LOURDES
TIME AND PLACE
El Vedado, a district of La Habana, Cuba
Act I: New Yearâs Eve, 1958
Act II: 1972
Act III: 1997
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ACT ONE
A mansion in El Vedado, a district of La Habana, Cuba. December 31, 1958. Gladys, the cook, is talking to her husband, Carlos, the chauffeur. They are both in their early thirties. They are in the kitchen. The kitchen is luxurious. They are in the middle of serving a New Yearâs Eve party. There is a big bucket of homemade ice cream on top of a counter. Carlos is trying to steal a taste with a spoon. Gladys is brushing his hand away.
GLADYS: No, Carlos!
CARLOS: Just a little bit, baby. Just a little taste of something sweet on my lips.
GLADYS: Kiss me then.
CARLOS: Come on.
GLADYS: My lips are sweeter than any dessert.
CARLOS: Baby! A taste, thatâs all.
GLADYS: Itâs for the party!
CARLOS: They wonât know.
GLADYS: But I will.
CARLOS: Theyâre all drunk. Who cares.
GLADYS: I care.
CARLOS: Come on, one taste.
dp n="160" folio="152" ?GLADYS: I said no.
CARLOS: Oh, really.
GLADYS: Yes.
CARLOS: Are you going to tell me what to do?
GLADYS: Thatâs right.
CARLOS: Itâs New Yearâs Eve. Somethingâs gotta be for me.
GLADYS: I donât mix business with pleasure.
CARLOS: They wonât mind.
GLADYS: But I mind. Itâs my job. What if we run out?
CARLOS: Are you kidding?
GLADYS: We work for them.
CARLOS: So?
GLADYS: So we donât eat their food. Unless they tell us to.
CARLOS: Iâm having some and thatâs that.
(He takes a little spoonful.)
GLADYS: Youâll never learn.
CARLOS: This is good! This is goddamned delicious!
GLADYS: Really?
CARLOS: Baby.
GLADYS: I am your baby.
CARLOS: What a cook!
GLADYS: Well.
CARLOS: What fruit did you put in it?
GLADYS: Guess.
CARLOS: I gotta take another bite.
GLADYS: Nothing like homemade ice cream.
CARLOS: Another taste, please.
GLADYS: Use another spoon.
CARLOS: Why?
GLADYS: That one has your saliva on it.
CARLOS: Jesus!
(She gives him another spoon.)
GLADYS: Donât complain, youâre getting another bite.
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Taste it.
(He does.)
CARLOS: Mango?
GLADYS: No.
CARLOS: Papaya?
GLADYS: Way off.
CARLOS: Guayaba, has to be guayaba.
GLADYS: Guayaba? For the Señora Adria Santana? Are you kidding?
CARLOS: How do I know?
GLADYS: She has a more delicate palate.
CARLOS: Really? Well . . . Well . . .
GLADYS: Itâs strawberry.
CARLOS: Hmm. Strawberry.
GLADYS: Do you like it better than the lime?
CARLOS: Better than the lime?
GLADYS: Yes, do you? You had the lime last year. Bring in â58 with lime, â59 with strawberry.
CARLOS: And â60 with rum?
GLADYS: I donât know about the future.
CARLOS: I do.
GLADYS: I donât want to hear about it.
CARLOS: Youâre gonna have to . . .
ELENA: Itâs fun.
GLADYS: Elena. Youâre so sweet.
CARLOS: Give me another spoonful.
GLADYS: When itâs finished.
CARLOS: Itâs delicious. It has to be finished.
GLADYS: No! Now itâs going to turn into âBaked Alaskaâ!
CARLOS: What?
GLADYS: Cake underneath, meringue on top. Then right before the New Year, I put it in the oven to brown.
CARLOS: Are you crazy?
GLADYS: No.
CARLOS: It will melt!
GLADYS: Apparently not.
CARLOS: Impossible.
GLADYS: Señora...