ACT ONE
Scene One
1908: the Darling childrenâs nursery â a winter afternoon. We can see the steeples and rooftops of London in the distance. A game of ambush is underway; the troops are in their hiding positions. JOHN, eleven, camouflaged and rather serious, has his target in his sights. MICHAEL, ten, clumsy and conflict-averse, has his hands over his teddyâs ears and TOM, six and utterly fearless, teeters on the point of action.
JOHN (hushed). Hunker down, chaps, rifles at the ready â âThe beasts are in the undergrowth!â
MICHAEL. John!?
JOHN (accompanied by selection of ridiculous hand signals). âThe red squirrel is concealing his snout.â
TOM. Iâm not sure I understand.
MICHAEL. Mother said we were to be downstairs by five thirty!
JOHN. Get down!
TOM. Michael, Iâm not sure I /
MICHAEL. / And itâs five twenty-seven and forty-three seconds!
JOHN. On my signal, itâs going to be âBye-bye, Crimea!â
MICHAEL. Surely we could reach some sort of diplomatic solution before /
JOHN. / Weapons at the ready!
MICHAEL. Why must battles always be so â fighty? Why canât we play at talking it through or agreeing nicely or shaking hands or /
JOHN smashes MICHAEL in the face with a pillow.
That was rather aggressive, John. Iâm not sure I liked it.
JOHN. Tom â youâre promoted to first brother.
TOM. Wendy said we had to remember to do our homework before we played battles.
JOHN. Weâre soldiers, weâre battling, we have far more important things to be thinking about than homework.
MICHAEL. Perhaps the soldiers are doing their homework in preparation for battle? Or⊠theyâve just come back and theyâre all bloody and sweaty and tired and they think âooh â maybe Iâll have a little rest and do a nice spot of quiet homeworkâ?
JOHN (booming). Back to your positions! Rifles at the ready! Target in sights! One two â
As JOHN inhales ready to give the âGo!â, WENDY â twelve, scruffy-haired and big-hearted â blusters in.
UGH.
WENDY. John, your rugby kit is getting mouldy by the back door â Tom, come here, that button is falling off â are you playing battles? Can I play?
JOHN. No.
WENDY. What?
JOHN. The answer is no.
WENDY. Why?
JOHN. No girls allowed on the battlefield.
WENDY. Iâm not a girl. I am a girl. Can I play? Please can I?
JOHN. Play? This isnât a game, this is an incredibly dangerous /
WENDY. / Please?
JOHN plonks WENDY in the chair and ties her up roughly.
JOHN. Men, new objective â save the damsel before scalping the natives.
WENDY. I just need to sew Tomâs button on.
JOHN. Wendy, are you a damsel or are you a button-sewer?
WENDY. Iâm a damsel but /
JOHN. / Damsels must be very very scared, then very very impressed, then very very grateful. No button-sewing necessary.
TOM. Maybe you could do my button afterwards?
JOHN. Donât reveal your position!
TOM. I wasnât!
MICHAEL giggles.
JOHN. Soldiers do not giggle!
TOM coughs.
No coughing.
TOM coughs.
Insubordination! Insubordination!
WENDY laughs.
No giggling!
WENDY (trying to restrain herself). Sorry â sorry â very sorry.
JOHN. Thatâs it! Youâre fired.
MICHAEL (charging). Fiiiiiire! Fiiiiiire!
TOM. Fire!!
TOM charges. JOHN abandons control and, in a desperate plea for victory, launches himself at the bed â itâs joyous, raucous. JOHN knocks a bedside lamp and it comes crashing to the floor. All four children stop and stand, shame-faced.
JOHN. Thomas Darling, I cannot believe you just broke Motherâs lamp.
TOM. I didnât break the lamp. Did I?
JOHN. Yes.
WENDY. John, you broke the lamp!
JOHN picks up the lamp and goes to hide it in the drawer.
MICHAEL. You canât just hide it.
TOM coughs.
JOHN. Fine â weâll do the proper thing â fine.
JOHN puts the lamp on the floor and bows his head.
In war, some men must fall; this lamp has made the greatest sacrifice, we commit this lamp to the âDonât tell Motherâ drawer with great sadness. Amen.
WENDY starts making the âdum dum di dumâ of a funeral march. JOHN rests the broken lamp in the âDonât tell Motherâ drawer, overflowing with broken toys. MRS DARLING, out on the landing, listens in, MR DARLING surprises her â twists her round and kisses her.
MRS DARLING. George!
MR DARLING looks at MRS DARLING.
MR DARLING. Thereâs a kiss that hides in the corner of your mouth and I can never quite get at it.
MRS DARLING. Itâs time to call our children down for tea.
MR DARLING. You are the most delicious riddle.
MRS DARLING enters the nursery.
MRS DARLING. Teatime, you lot.
The children start running for the door.
Wait.
WENDY, TOM and MICHAEL stop â JOHN tries to keep going.
MR DARLING. John.
MRS DARLING. Something is â whereâs the lamp?
JOHN. I donât know what you mean, Mummy? What lamp?
MR DARLING. Wendy?
WENDY (opens her mouth and makes a funny throaty snotty sound). I canât lie â snotfrogs come out when I try.
MR DARLING (stern). Did you break the lamp?
JOHN. Yes.
MRS DARLING. Well, thatâll be three weeks of pocket money â at least.
JOHN. No but I /
MRS DARLING. / AND you have to talk to your father.
JOHN hangs his head low â MR DARLING approaches, looking serious.
MR DARLING. If you have been careless enough to break the lamp then⊠(Whispers.) whereâs the genie?
MRS DARLING. George?
MR DARLING puts a lampshade on his head and does some sort of ridiculous Cossack dance.
MR DARLING. It is wrote, the lamp is broke, a puff of smoke â then alacazam and alaberoo â I have three wishes I grant to youuu!
The children, delighted, run at their father and hug him furiously.
WENDY. Chocolate, books and mice!
JOHN. Lava, scorpions and pork pies!
MICHAEL. Plants, frogs and taffeta!
JOHN. Michael?...