Laura Wade

Breathing Corpses

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  • Sara Belvisohar citeretfor 9 år siden
    SCENE 1
    Tuesday morning, late January, cold but bright.
    A hotel room. Not a great hotel, a mid-price hotel that trades on its views over the town rather than its quality of service.
    Someone is lying in the bed, the sheets pulled up high. The figure is absolutely motionless.
    AMY comes into the room with clean towels over her arm and a plastic carry-case of cleaning fluids. She is wearing a black skirt and white shirt, with a burgundy tabard over the top. She has rubber gloves on her hands.
    She stops short when she sees there is someone in the bed.
    AMY: Oh god, sorry.
    She goes to back out of the room, then stops again. She turns back slowly for a longer look at the figure in the bed.
    Right.
    God not again.
    She looks away. Bites her lip.
    You’re supposed to put the Do Not Disturb on. Then I wouldn’t come barging in.
    AMY takes a breath and goes over to the bed. She lifts the sheet and looks under it.
    OK.
    She replaces the sheet. She sees a pill bottle on the bedside table and picks it up. It’s empty.
    OK.
    Beat.
    AMY lifts the sheet and puts one of her hands to the forehead of the body underneath. She frowns, unable to feel the temperature through her gloves.
    She takes off one glove and touches the forehead with her hand.
    Yeah.
    She lifts the figure’s arm out from under the sheet and puts her fingers to its wrist. She looks at her watch with her other hand. A moment.
    Yeah.
    She lets the arm drop and it falls, lifeless. She watches, interested, then picks it up again and drops it. And again.
    Yep.
    AMY carefully puts the arm back under the sheet. She puts her rubber glove back on.
    She goes over to the dressing table and sits on the stool, looking at the bed. She puts a hand to her mouth and looks around the room.
    She goes to the phone by the side of the bed and picks it up, never taking her eyes off the body. She starts to dial, then changes her mind and puts the receiver down.
    She sits back down on the stool and makes a sound like crying. She stops herself almost instantly.
    Shit. Sorry. Sorry.
    She looks to the bed momentarily, as if the corpse said something.
    I’m OK.
    AMY wipes her eyes and smiles weakly.
    Just– you’re dead and I’m going to get sacked I think, so– Not very– not very good, is it?
    She laughs at herself.
    Talking to you.
    She frowns, looking around the room.
    That’s new.
    She sighs and turns back to the corpse.
    What’s your name, Mr Man?
    She turns back to the bed, pretending that the corpse spoke.
    I’ll go down and tell them in a minute. Probably think I’m joking this time.
    Beat.
    AMY sees an envelope propped up on the dressing table.
    Oh, you did a letter. Nice.
    AMY picks the envelope up.
    You know you look– I bet you were lovely. I bet you were really– really kind.
    Not a person I’d ever really talk to but. But you look lovely. Don’t fancy you or anything, you’re a bit old for me. Probably got kids my age. Oh god have you got–
    Beat. She looks at the envelope.
    Does it say in here? Who’s Elaine?
    She turns the envelope over in her hand.
    You didn’t lick it. You know they’ll take this. Evidence. She’ll not get it for days. She’ll have a few days of not knowing why, while they’re doing tests on it and stuff. If you’ve said why in here.
    D’you mind if I– It’s just you’ve not sealed it, so no-one’d know, cept you and me and I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.
    AMY opens the letter and turns it over to see the name at the bottom.
    Jim. Hi Jim.
    She reads the letter.
    Oh my god. A woman in a box. Like a cardboard box? God. Yeah, that’s really hard. Hard enough
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