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    Girl from the North Country (NHB Modern Plays): (2022 edition)
    Girl from the North Country (NHB Modern Plays): (2022 edition)
    Girl from the North Country (NHB Modern Plays): (2022 edition)
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    Girl from the North Country (NHB Modern Plays): (2022 edition)

    By Conor McPherson and Bob Dylan

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    Duluth, Minnesota. 1934. A community living on a knife-edge. Lost and lonely people huddle together in the local guesthouse.
    The owner, Nick, owes more money than he can ever repay, his wife Elizabeth is losing her mind, and their daughter Marianne is carrying a child no one will account for.
    So, when a preacher selling bibles and a boxer looking for a comeback turn up in the middle of the night, things spiral beyond the point of no return…
    In Girl from the North Country, Conor McPherson beautifully weaves the iconic songbook of Bob Dylan into a show full of hope, heartbreak and soul. It premiered at The Old Vic, London, in July 2017, in a production directed by Conor McPherson, and later transferred to the West End, Broadway, Australia, Ireland and toured the UK.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNick Hern Books
    Release dateAug 25, 2022
    ISBN9781788506212
    Girl from the North Country (NHB Modern Plays): (2022 edition)
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    Conor McPherson

    Conor McPherson is a playwright, screenwriter and director, born in Dublin in 1971. Plays include Rum and Vodka (Fly by Night Theatre Co., Dublin); The Good Thief (Dublin Theatre Festival; Stewart Parker Award); This Lime Tree Bower (Fly by Night Theatre Co. and Bush Theatre, London; Meyer-Whitworth Award); St Nicholas (Bush Theatre and Primary Stages, New York); The Weir (Royal Court, London, Duke of York's, West End and Walter Kerr Theatre, New York; Laurence Olivier, Evening Standard, Critics' Circle, George Devine Awards); Dublin Carol (Royal Court and Atlantic Theater, New York); Port Authority (Ambassadors Theatre, West End, Gate Theatre, Dublin and Atlantic Theater, New York); Shining City (Royal Court, Gate Theatre, Dublin and Manhattan Theatre Club, New York; Tony Award nomination for Best Play); The Seafarer (National Theatre, London, Abbey Theatre, Dublin and Booth Theater, New York; Laurence Olivier, Evening Standard, Tony Award nominations for Best Play); The Veil (National Theatre); The Night Alive (Donmar Warehouse, London and Atlantic Theater, New York); and Girl from the North Country (Old Vic, London). Theatre adaptations include Daphne du Maurier's The Birds (Gate Theatre, Dublin and Guthrie Theater, Minneapolis), August Strindberg's The Dance of Death (Donmar at Trafalgar Studios), Franz Xaver Kroetz's The Nest (Young Vic, London), Chekhov's Uncle Vanya (West End, 2020) and Paweł Pawlikowski's Cold War (Almeida Theatre, 2023). Work for the cinema includes I Went Down, Saltwater, Samuel Beckett's Endgame, The Actors, The Eclipse and Strangers. His work for television includes an adaptation of John Banville's Elegy for April for the BBC, and the original television drama Paula for BBC2. Awards for his screenwriting include three Best Screenplay Awards from the Irish Film and Television Academy; Spanish Cinema Writers Circle Best Screenplay Award; the CICAE Award for Best Film Berlin Film festival; Jury Prize San Sebastian Film Festival; and the Méliès d’Argent Award for Best European Film.

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      Girl from the North Country (NHB Modern Plays) - Conor McPherson

      ACT ONE

      Sign On The Window

      ALL.

      Sign on the window says ‘Lonely’

      Sign on the door said ‘No Company Allowed’

      Sign on the street says ‘Y’ Don’t Own Me’

      Sign on the porch says ‘Three’s A Crowd’

      Sign on the porch says ‘Three’s A Crowd’

      …

      Looks like a-nothing but rain…

      Sure gonna be wet tonight on Main Street…

      Hope that it don’t sleet.

      The band take the music down for a few bars while DR WALKER approaches the microphone:

      DR WALKER. Tonight’s story begins and ends at a guesthouse in Duluth, Minnesota, in the winter of 1934. Back here – some of the guests we’ll meet along the way.

      The rising light reveals two figures in the dining room where there’s a table for eating at, some easy chairs near a stove, a dresser, a piano. ELIZABETH, fifties, has early-onset dementia. Her husband, NICK, is the same age as ELIZABETH but an agitated energy makes him seem younger somehow. He puts on an apron and starts working, setting the table for their guests.

      This is Nick Laine. That’s his wife there, Elizabeth. Nick inherited this house from his granddaddy, but he never had no head for business. First he lost the stables and stud, then all the stocks. Managed to remortgage the house long enough for Elizabeth to turn it into decent boarding rooms.

      NICK takes a revolver from his pocket and examines it. ELIZABETH shoves him. He gives her a dirty look and puts the gun away.

      But she hasn’t been so good lately. Nick’s tryna take care of everything. Trying real hard. Like a man tryna run through a wall tries real hard.

      My name is George Arthur Walker. I’m a doctor. Least I was. Back when this was our world. I healed some bodies in pain. But as we know pain comes in all kinds. Physical, spiritual. Indescribable.

      I’ll come in the story later, but right now, all you need to know is Nick’s made some stew for his family, for the guests. Keep everybody alive another day.

      NICK spoons stew in a bowl to cool for ELIZABETH. The song finishes out…

      NICK. Elizabeth. (Pause.) Elizabeth.

      She ignores him.

      Elizabeth. Sit down, I’ll give you something to eat.

      ELIZABETH’s expression suggests her absence, her presence. She looks at him but otherwise ignores his requests. She goes, bends down under a chair and retrieves a little box. She turns away, hiding it from NICK. She opens it, counts through some dollars in there, and closes it again quickly.

      Sit down. Come on. Supper.

      Exasperated, he puts her meal down on the table and comes to her, guiding her towards the easy chair near the stove. She resists. This becomes a silent battle of wills as they wrestle. She is surprisingly strong. NICK gives up, angrily walking away and tossing a plate across the table. She remains standing.

      Alright. Well. Alright.

      ELIZABETH. I can hear it.

      NICK. What.

      ELIZABETH. The girl down the hole.

      NICK looks at her.

      NICK. What?

      ELIZABETH. Girl down the hole.

      NICK is startled by someone coming through the kitchen.

      NICK. Hello?

      NICK sees GENE in the kitchen.

      Oh.

      GENE. Yeah, ‘Oh…’

      NICK. What are you doing scratching around like that?

      GENE. What? I’m hungry!

      NICK. You know what time it is? You’re only coming in?

      GENE. I was working late.

      NICK. Working my ass.

      GENE. I was working!

      NICK. You were drinking.

      GENE. You have to drink if you want to sit at the bar.

      NICK. Who works in a bar?! You can’t write in your room?

      GENE. No I can’t write in my room.

      NICK. Why?

      GENE. It’s too stultifying.

      NICK. Well excuse me! I saw you got a letter. Huh?

      GENE. Yeah.

      NICK. New York postmark.

      GENE. It was nothing.

      NICK. Yeah?

      GENE. Yeah, nothing, you know.

      NICK. You should let me read, you know, some of your short stories, sometime.

      GENE. Yeah?

      NICK. Hey I been around.

      GENE. Yeah.

      NICK. Yeah. I’ve lived. You can’t see it ’cause as far as you’re concerned I’m just the old dumb-bell round here. I could read ’em. Tell ya where you might need a little… you know. A little life. A little real life. Maybe we could turn some a those rejection slips into paychecks, huh?

      GENE. Now I know you’re desperate.

      NICK. Desperate? Well…

      GENE. Two minutes ago it wasn’t even work, now you wanna do it for me?

      NICK. Hey don’t ambush me with my own double standards. You don’t even know what work is. Get a job, you’ll know all about it. What it does to you.

      GENE. Get a job where?

      NICK (to himself). Scribbling in a book isn’t work.

      GENE. Get a job where?

      NICK. Hm?

      GENE. Get a job where?

      NICK. What are you asking me for? The Twin Cities! I don’t know! You and your sister are too damn spoiled. You wanna give me some help here?

      GENE. What do you want?

      NICK. Set the table. Feed your mother.

      GENE. She doesn’t want me feeding her!

      NICK. You do it too fast. Let her chew, for Christ’s sake! You let it all go down her chin, of course she doesn’t like it.

      GENE. She doesn’t like me doing it, she doesn’t like me… [doing it.]

      NICK. It’s because you don’t pay attention.

      NICK is checking his watch.

      GENE. What’s up your nose all of a sudden?

      NICK. What?

      GENE. Why you so on edge?

      NICK. I’m not on edge.

      GENE. No, huh?

      MRS NEILSEN, a woman in her forties, comes into focus. She wears a skirt with pockets in it. When she has her hands in her pockets she takes on a kind of lounging adolescent rebelliousness. She sings.

      Went To See The Gypsy

      MRS NEILSEN.

      Went to see the gypsy

      Stayin’ in a big hotel

      He smiled when he saw me coming

      And he said, ‘Well, well, well’

      His room was dark and crowded

      Lights were low and dim

      ‘How are you?’ he said to me

      I said it back to him

      I went down to the lobby

      To make a small call out

      A pretty dancing girl was there

      And she began to shout

      ‘Go on back to see the gypsy

      He can move you from the rear

      Drive you from your fear

      Bring you through the mirror

      He did it in Las Vegas

      And he can do it here’

      Outside the lights were shining

      On the river of tears

      I watched them from the distance

      With music in my ears

      NICK. Mrs Neilsen.

      MRS NEILSEN. Mr Laine. How are you all this evening?

      NICK. All fine, thank you.

      MRS NEILSEN. Gene.

      GENE. Mrs Neilsen.

      NICK. We have chicken stew if you’re hungry.

      MRS NEILSEN. It smells very good.

      GENE slips away. NICK tries to feed a reluctant ELIZABETH.

      NICK. I fixed that window was banging in your

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