Franzmann Mogadishu

1. Auflage 2013
ISBN: 978-1-78001-180-6
Verlag: Nick Hern Books
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, 160 Seiten

Reihe: NHB Modern Plays

A gripping and urgent play about a well-meaning teacher who intervenes on behalf of a troublesome student, with terrifying consequences. When white secondary-school teacher Amanda is pushed to the ground by black student Jason, she's reluctant to report him as she knows exclusion could condemn him to a future as troubled as his past. But when Jason decides to protect himself by spinning a story of his own, Amanda is sucked into a vortex of lies in which victim becomes perpetrator. With the truth becoming less clear and more dangerous by the day, it isn't long before careers, relationships and even lives are under threat. Vivienne Franzmann's first play, Mogadishu won the Bruntwood Prize for Playwriting in 2008 and the George Devine Award in 2010. It was first produced at the Royal Exchange Theatre, Manchester, in 2011.

Vivienne Franzmann was a teacher who took up playwriting after winning the Bruntwood Playwriting award in 2008 with her first play, Mogadishu, which also won the 2010 George Devine Award and was first staged at the Royal Exchange Theatre, Manchester, in 2011. Other plays include: The IT (National Theatre Connections festival, 2021); Bodies (Royal Court Theatre, London, 2017); Pests (Royal Court, Royal Exchange Manchester and Clean Break, 2014); and The Witness (Royal Court, 2012). She has written for Channel 4, BBC 1, Radio 4 and Radio 3. In 2014, she was awarded a BAFTA for her short film for children, Lizard Girl.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Franzmann, Vivienne

Leseproben

ACT ONE

Scene One

JASON JORDON, SAIF, CHUGGS, CHLOE DEE. JASON JASON JORDON, CHLOE. FIRAT JASON FIRAT JASON

JASON. What the fuck?

FIRAT. Sorry.

JASON. What you doing, man?

FIRAT. Sorry.

JASON. You burnt me. You fuckin’ burnt me.

FIRAT. Yes. Yes. Sorry.

JASON. He burnt me. He fuckin’ burnt me.

FIRAT. It was accident.

JASON. You burnt a hole in my top.

FIRAT. Sorry.

JASON. This is my favourite top, innit.

JORDON. It is. He wears it all the time.

FIRAT. You bumped me.

JORDON. From Nike Town.

CHUGGS. You bummed him.

JORDON ( CHLOE). I got the same one in blue, like a duck-egg blue. Sick.

CHUGGS. Did you hear what he said? Jas, you bummed him.

FIRAT. I said sorry. What do you want me to do?

CHUGGS. He said he bummed him.

JASON. I want you to go back in time and not to have burnt a hole in my bare fuckin’ expensive Nike top.

FIRAT. Don’t be silly billy.

JASON,

JASON (). You’s out of order. Who the fuck do you think you are? This is my favourite fuckin’ top and you burnt a fuckin’ hole in it. Callin’ me a silly billy. He’s callin’ me a fuckin’ silly billy.

FIRAT (). You should not smoke in school.

JASON. Don’t tell me what to do, innit.

FIRAT. Get cancer. In your lungs.

JASON. Don’t tell me what to do, you cunt.

Arab cunt.

FIRAT. Please do not say that.

JASON. Paki cunt.

FIRAT. You are racist.

JASON. Do you know me? Do you know anything about me?

FIRAT. You said I was an Arab C U Next Tuesday. You said –

JASON. You burnt my top.

FIRAT. Yes. I have said sorry.

JASON. You are a fuckin’ hoodie-burning, Arab terrorist bomb-making Muslim fuckin’ cunt.

FIRAT. I tire of this.

JASON FIRAT JASON DEE FIRAT JASON AMANDA

AMANDA. Stop it. Boys!

Stop it. Jason, get off him. ( JASON ) Get off him. () Don’t just stand there. Get off him. Jason!

JASON. You pussy. I’ll cut you up.

AMANDA. That’s enough.

FIRAT

JASON. Chattin’ shit. Watch. Watch.

AMANDA. Jason, that’s enough.

JASON. Watch. You fuckin’ Paki cunt, Muslim cunt.

AMANDA. Stop it. I said stop it!

JASON. Fuck you.

JASON, AMANDA DEE AMANDA SAIF AMANDA JASON AMANDA FIRAT DEE FIRAT AMANDA, DEE, AMANDA.

DEE. Miss?

Miss?

AMANDA FIRAT

AMANDA. Get to class.

Now.

Scene Two

AMANDA BECKY BECKY AMANDA BECKY

BECKY. He’s such a wanker.

AMANDA. Rebecca, please.

BECKY. In primary, he begged Mrs Stapleton to let him take the school hamster home for the holiday and when he brought it back, it had this horrible burn mark on its fur, like a cigarette or something. And of course, no one made a fuss, just acted as if this was totally fucking normal.

AMANDA. Please stop swearing.

BECKY. Well, they fucking did, like it was no big deal that a hamster had been abused on its holiday.

AMANDA

It’s not funny, Mum.

AMANDA. You’re right, animals should not be abused while they’re on holiday.

BECKY. Stop taking the piss. Animal cruelty is no laughing matter.

AMANDA. True.

BECKY. Imagine if it had been someone else that had brought it back in that condition. If I went in and said, ‘Morning, Mrs Stapleton, I’ve brought back Hammy the Hamster, the school symbol of nurture, care and collective responsibility. Oh, sorry about his foot. Yes, it is a bloody stump. I just wanted to see what would happen if I tried to cut it off.

Oh, is that not alright, Mrs Stapleton? Mrs Stapleton, why are you crying?’ If it was me or any other of the nice middle-class kids we would have been strung up on the climbing frame and been beaten like a piñata.

You always make excuses for shits like him. I bet you a million fucking pounds that he’s got more praise postcards at home than anyone I know. And you probably fucking sent them.

AMANDA. It’s the swearing that’s bothering me most in this diatribe.

BECKY. I mean, we are seriously penalised just because we know what diatribe and piñata means. If I communicated with ‘bare, sick and butterz’ I’d have more awards than Judi Dench but because I’m white and middle class, it’s just fucking assumed that I should have manners. That I should work hard, have aspirations to go to university, spend a gap year building irrigation systems in Mogadishu and know who Judi Dench is. It’s so fucking unfair.

AMANDA. Where is Mogadishu?

BECKY. Dunno. I’ll Google it later. The point is –

AMANDA. I think I get the point.

BECKY. Go to see Henderson tomorrow morning, yeah?

AMANDA. Mr Henderson.

BECKY. Tell him you were assaulted.

AMANDA. It’s not that simple, Becky.

BECKY. God, it never is with you.

AMANDA BECKY

AMANDA. Hiya, love, fine… yep… okay… Can you get some coffee?… No, only instant crap left. Get the Douwe Egbert, yeah? The Colombian roast. Not the Brazilian, the Colombian… yeah…

BECKY (). Mum was assaulted at work today.

AMANDA (). Just Becky being silly… Yeah. Got all the coursework in. Bloody miracle… fucking … I know. Yeah. What? ( BECKY.) What did you get in your physics exam?

BECKY. A-star.

AMANDA. She got an A-star.

AMANDA

I think he’s pleased.

BECKY. Such a freak.

AMANDA. She said you’re a freak. () Yeah, yeah, see you soon. (