Theater Plays
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WOMAN: (to MAN) The consultant’s asking you to step out for a moment. She wants to talk to you.
DIRECTOR: She can wait. We have better things to do than chat. Let’s get down to business.
MAN: (hastily) No, no, I’ll go… I won’t be long. (exits)
WOMAN: Did you see that? He ran to her like an obedient little puppy dog. (with contempt) And they call him a prime minister!
DIRECTOR: But really, why do the two of you kowtow to an assistant?
WOMAN: You can’t guess?
DIRECTOR: I haven’t thought too much about it.
WOMAN: And I suggest that you don’t think much about it going forward either.
DIRECTOR: I don’t intend to. OK, let’s go over your monologue again.
WOMAN: Very well. Although I must confess, I’m tired of it. Where did we stop?
DIRECTOR: We haven’t started yet, if you ask me.
WOMAN stands before the “camera” and is about to say something, but doesn’t utter a word.
What? Still don’t know your part? (prompting) Dear friend!
WOMAN: Dear friend! (glances around, lowers her voice, and speaks in a different tone) Dear friend, while there’s no one else here, I’d like to speak with you.
DIRECTOR: (puzzled) What about?
WOMAN: First, even though I’m a blonde, I’m not as birdbrained as you think.
DIRECTOR: So you say.
WOMAN: You don’t believe it?
DIRECTOR: I do.
WOMAN: If I hadn’t pretended to be a ding-dong, they wouldn’t have brought me into the government. I’d’ve been passed over if I came off as brainy. They’re afraid of competition.
DIRECTOR: Is that all you wanted to tell me?
WOMAN: No.
DIRECTOR: What else?
WOMAN: So, when you were rehearsing with the prime minister, you said that all the cameras at the ceremony will be directed at him.
DIRECTOR: Well?
WOMAN: Why on him and not on me?
DIRECTOR: And why on you and not on him?
WOMAN: Because I’m a woman.
DIRECTOR: And he’s the prime minister.
WOMAN: I thought your answer would be that he’s a man. So believe me, he’s not a man.
DIRECTOR: We’ll not be filming him as a man, though, but as the prime minister.
WOMAN: And what kind of prime minister is he?
DIRECTOR: Who is he, then?
WOMAN: A doll, a puppet, a head honcho in name only, an empty suit. Put in that position for show, as a figurehead, as good TV. But all his work is done by his three senior staffers.
DIRECTOR: For tomorrow’s production, that doesn’t matter at all. More important are his noble head with its graying locks and his velvety baritone. And I’m not authorized to deny him the right to speak.
WOMAN: But can it be done so that only my speech will be broadcast?
DIRECTOR: And what am I to do with his performance?
WOMAN: Drown it out.
DIRECTOR: Drown it out? How?
WOMAN: Well, for example, have a squadron of heavy bombers fly over the square during his speech.
DIRECTOR: That’s a gutsy idea, but I don’t think it’ll quite come off.
WOMAN: Still, I’m asking you to point all the cameras at me and no one else.
DIRECTOR: Why do you need that?
WOMAN: Because I want to be prime minister.
DIRECTOR: You?!
WOMAN: Why not?
DIRECTOR: Hmm… You’re a woman. You’ll find it harder to deliver the goods.
WOMAN: Even in backward countries – England or India, for example – women have been leading governments for ages. Why can’t I?
DIRECTOR: Do you think you’ll do better work than he does?
WOMAN: Why work? I’ll have the same three senior staffers.
DIRECTOR: But you couldn’t even handle Culture.
WOMAN: Who told you I couldn’t? You bet I could! It was very simple. They taught me to talk up the importance of culture and cut down on the money allocated to it. That’s all. And that poor apology for a prime minister doesn’t even know how to put two words together. Do you know why I agreed to let him ravish me?
DIRECTOR: I can guess.
WOMAN: No you can’t. First, he wouldn’t be able to.
DIRECTOR: How do you know that?
WOMAN: (pointedly) I know. Second, he’d be fired immediately afterward, and my approval rating, vice versa, would immediately take off. And then… Who knows?..
DIRECTOR: They’d make you prime minister?
WOMAN: Well, maybe not right away… First, deputy prime minister… But that would be a step in the right direction. Well, are we agreed?
DIRECTOR: On what?
WOMAN: That you’ll do my PR for me.
DIRECTOR: We haven’t agreed on anything.
WOMAN: You shouldn’t say no. I realize that there are no free lunches these days. So you help me, and I’ll help you.
DIRECTOR: How can you help me? Now, if you were in charge of Culture, maybe you’d have something for me…
WOMAN: Do you think your stupid shows for big corporations have anything to do with culture?
DIRECTOR: They might and they might not. But what does your almighty Agriculture have that I might want?