Bailey Shook

1. Auflage 2019
ISBN: 978-1-78850-277-1
Verlag: Nick Hern Books
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, 96 Seiten

Reihe: NHB Modern Plays

'He'll look different. My little boy. When I get out. Like... to the picture I've got in my head. Be like meeting him all over again. A whole new start.' Instead of GCSEs, Cain, Riyad and Jonjo got sentences. Locked up in a young offender institution, they trade sweets, chat shit, kill time - and await fatherhood. Grace's job is to turn these teenagers into parents, ready to take charge of their futures. But can they grow up quickly enough to escape the system? Winner of the 2019 Papatango New Writing Prize, Samuel Bailey's Shook is a tender and honest play examining the young men society shuts away. It was premiered by Papatango at Southwark Playhouse, London, in October 2019, followed by a UK tour. Samuel Bailey was the winner of the Times Breakthrough Award at the South Bank Sky Arts Awards 2021.

Samuel Bailey is a playwright whose debut play, Shook, was the winner of the 2019 Papatango New Writing Prize, and was premiered by Papatango at Southwark Playhouse in 2019, followed by a UK tour. His other plays include Sorry, You're Not a Winner (Paines Plough, 2022). He was the recipient of the Times Breakthrough Award at the South Bank Sky Arts Awards 2021.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Bailey, Samuel

Leseproben

ONE

CAIN JONJO – JONJO CAIN

CAIN

JONJO

CAIN. And you don’t go in there, right? Nowhere round pool table. Not unless you want Saleem and his lot to slap you about and you don’t want that, fucking believe me so just you steer clear altogether.

On twos you, yeah? Who do I know up there? You met Ryan Buckley? He’s alright, la. Just don’t say nothing to him about his eye, cus he’s sensitive as fuck about it and he will smash yer head in.

What did you do to get in here, anyway?

JONJO. ,

CAIN. They moved me down from Glen Parva when it closed down. I was gonna get out but then this fucking prick Isan, Greek or summat he was, starts telling everyone he saw me crying after visits, telling every fucker he can that he saw me crying, which is bang out of order, there’s some things you just don’t joke about, so I boiled me kettle and stuck a load of sugar in it but this screw caught me with it just before I could chuck it in his face.

The fucking prick.

CAIN

I haven’t got all fucking day, like. Who’s that? Zahid, you nonce. Zahid, Zahid. Zahid, in here.

You know they’re doing carpentry? Fuck. I wish I was doing carpentry. , I can’t be trusted around tools. That’s what they said. It was one fucking screwdriver, lad. And they never even found it so how did they even know it was me who nicked it? They never. Could have been anyone but it’s always me that gets picked on.

You don’t think I was crying, do yer? I wasn’t. And if I was it’s only cus my sister had been and my nephew, right, her kid, who I’ve not actually ever met to be fair but that’s beside the point, got diagnosed with this really rare type of brain thingy… whatever. So if I was, which I wasn’t, then it was cus of that which is fucking fair enough if you ask –

CAIN

That’s it, mate. Fucking have him. Go on, do him. John. Johnny. John. John. Ah, yer prick.

Broken up. See any of that? Always gets broken up in about two seconds. Was you even watching? Got to fight differently in here, la. Get in and do as much damage as you can, quick as possible, right? Biting, punching, kicking, fucking whatever. Like a whirlwind. I must have had fifty fights at Parva, at least. They were gonna star me up but then it closed down anyway and I got sent here.

He was never gonna win that. Johnny’s all fucking show, man. I’d knock him out. You’d probably have him.

CAIN

Mind you. He has done four years so he must have done something pretty fucking mad, like.

CAIN JONJO

JONJO

Suit yourself. You get any baccy in here? I’m dying for a ciggy, man.

They pay you for these, you know. Coming to these classes. Fifty pence. Only reason I’m here. If this bird doesn’t show then whatever, like. I’m gonna get some Wine Gums. Or Black Jacks. There’s always loads of Black Jacks cus most people don’t like ’em, but I fucking love ’em.

It’s gonna be a breeze, mate. New teacher, I heard. Bet you I can make her cry. Not like full-on cry but you know when their eyes get like all watery. Bet I can do that. At Parva I made four teachers quit, they had to get the top lad down to teach classes.

This your first time? I’ve been loads. Basically at home here. They should fucking name the wing after me. The Cain Walters Wing. Got a nice ring to it, eh?

CAIN JONJO

Yer gonna have to say something to someone… I don’t care if you don’t wanna talk to me, whatever, but some lads might think you’re ignoring ’em and smash you up anyway.

You thick or something? Don’t matter to me but seems if you’re a mong you probably shouldn’t be here. They’ve got a whole special unit for window-lickers and that.

At Parva there was this one kid, what was he called, don’t matter, he got a tattoo right here on his head, cus he thought it’d make him look hard but honestly it just made him look a right twat, and they ended up just using it as a target when they smacked him really –

JONJO. I m-miss my dog.

CAIN. Fuck me, it speaks. I was beginning to think maybe you was foreign or summat. What did you say? Your dog? What type of dog you got?

JONJO. ,

CAIN. I had a dog. A Staffy. Found him in someone’s shed fucking chained to the lawnmower. So, me and my mate Danny went home and got the bolt cutters, cut the chain off and set fire to the cunt’s shed for a laugh. And as payback for him being a top dickhead and chaining the dog up in there. Took the dog home. Called him Thor. You know? Like off Marvel. Have you not seen ? Mate. It’s sick. You must have seen Fuck. Have you seen ?

Kept him for three years, then he got like this lump in his neck and I couldn’t afford the operation so the vet had to put him down. Little fucker.

Who’s your PO? I got Herring. He’s a fucking prick. I hate him.

RIYAD

CAIN

RIYAD. What’s your star sign?

CAIN. What?

RIYAD. Your star sign, blud. Aries and Capri-Sun and what not. All that shit.

CAIN. I dunno. Why?

RIYAD. When’s your birthday?

CAIN. Twenty-fifth October.

RIYAD. October… October…

CAIN. Why? What does that make me?

RIYAD. I’m thinking.

CAIN. Dragon. I’m a dragon.

RIYAD. Nah, that’s the fucking Chinese one. I don’t even know, yano. Fuck’s sake. They won’t let me on a computer.

JONJO. S-scorpio.

RIYAD. Scorpio! Yeah, that’s it – who the fuck is this?

CAIN. Dunno. He ain’t said his name.

RIYAD. Have you asked him?

CAIN. Don’t talk. Well, not really. He said summat about his dog a minute ago but he’s been dead quiet. He’s new.

RIYAD. What’s a Scorpio, then? How’d you know it’s October?

JONJO

CAIN. Why’d you care, anyway?

RIYAD. I got a letter from my girl. She’s fucking… talking about how she’s a water sign and I’m Sagittarius and how our alignment is off or some bullshit. How Jamal’s a Taurus, and they’ve been getting on good lately and they’ve got some mad Venus compatibility coming up.

CAIN. Right…

RIYAD. Know what I’m saying?

CAIN. I don’t even know what a fucking Sagittarius is.

RIYAD. It’s a star sign. I dunno, do I? It’s like this weird… horse thing. Like, this bredder with horse legs, innit. I dunno. Some Harry Potter shit.

She says Cancer and Sagittarius should never be a match in love. Bonds aren’t strong. And she needs time to think. She needs to , bruv.

CAIN. Nothing good comes of that.

RIYAD. They won’t let me use a computer or nothing cus I’m still on basic, innit.

She’s talking about the moon passing through Jupiter and shit. What’s Jupiter gotta do with me being with my girl, innit?

Fucking Jamal, he even thinks about going near my girl, I’ll fucking wet him up, blud, swear down. I ain’t got a visit from her for two weeks, still.

I always treated her good.

CAIN. When they move you off D-wing?

RIYAD. Last night. Put me in a new yard, innit cus the last one is still all smashed up, still. Left the letters from Serita on my bed.

CAIN ( JONJO). He’s been on D-wing for two weeks. It’s where they put you if you need to be taken off main and –

RIYAD. What you telling man my business for?

CAIN. Nah, I’m not, like.

RIYAD. What’s your name, bruv?

JONJO. ,

RIYAD. Yo, what’s your name, man?

Is he tapped or something?

CAIN. He does look a bit like a spastic.

RIYAD ( JONJO). You want I can just call you Scorpio, innit, you don’t wanna tell me your name.

CAIN. Why’s no one ever given me a cool nickname?

RIYAD. Cus you’re a fucking dickhead, bruv. Shut up. ( JONJO) Come on, fam. What’s your name? I asked you a question, innit. It’s rude to ignore people.

JONJO. Jon… jo.

RIYAD. Jonjo?

JONJO. Yeah.

CAIN. Jonjo? What kinda name is that? Like… is it John, or Joe? Make your mind up. Sounds like a gypo name to me. Gypos call their kids like Jimmy Alan, or Toby Dean and shit –

RIYAD ( JONJO). This Scouse...