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by David Mamet




  SPEED-THE-PLOW

  WORKS BY DAVID MAMET PUBLISHED BY GROVE PRESS

  American Buffalo

  The Cherry Orchard (adapted from Anton Chekhov)

  Five Television Plays

  Glengarry Glen Ross

  Goldberg Street: Short Plays and Monologues

  Homicide

  House of Games: A Screenplay

  A Life in the Theatre

  Reunion and Dark Pony

  Sexual Perversity in Chicago and The Duck Variations

  The Shawl and Prairie du Chien

  Speed-the-Plow

  Things Change: A Screenplay (with Shel Silverstein)

  Three Children's Plays

  Warm and Cold (with Donald Sultan)

  We're No Angels

  The Woods, Lakeboat, Edmond

  SPEED-THE-PLOW

  A PLAY BY

  DAVID MAMET

  Copyright © 1985, 1986, 1987 by David Mamet

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Mamet, David.

  Speed-the-plow.

  I. Title.

  PS3563.A4345S64 1988 812’.54 87-37252

  eISBN: 978-0-8021-9181-6

  Cover design by Royce M. Becker

  Grove Press an imprint of Grove Atlantic, 154 West 14th Street, 12th floor, New York, NY 10011

  Distributed by Publishers Group West

  www.groveatlantic.com

  THIS PLAY IS DEDICATED

  TO HOWARD ROSENSTONE

  Which is the most reasonable, and does his duty best: he who stands aloof from the struggle of life, calmly contemplating it, or he who descends to the ground, and takes his part in the contest? “That philosopher,” Pen said, “had held a great place amongst the leaders of the world, and enjoyed to the full what it had to give of rank and riches, renown and pleasure, who came, weary-hearted, out of it, and said that all was vanity and vexation of spirit. Many a teacher of those whom we reverence, and who steps out of his carriage up to his carved cathedral place, shakes his lawn ruffles over the velvet cushion, and cries out that the whole struggle is an accursed one, and the works of the world are evil. Many a conscience-stricken mystic flies from it altogether, and shuts himself out from it within convent walls (real or spiritual), whence he can only look up to the sky, and contemplate the heaven out of which there is no rest, and no good.

  “But the earth, where our feet are, is the work of the same Power as the immeasurable blue yonder, in which the future lies into which we would peer. Who ordered sickness, ordered poverty, failure, success—to this man a foremost place, to the other a nameless struggle with the crowd—to that a shameful fall, or paralyzed limb or sudden accident—to each some work upon the ground he stands on, until he is laid beneath it.”

  THACKERAY,

  Pendennis

  Speed-the-Plow was first presented in a New York Broadway production by Lincoln Center Theater at the Royale Theater, opening on May 3, 1988, with the following cast:

  BOBBY GOULD Joe Mantegna

  CHARLIE FOX Ron Silver

  KAREN Madonna

  Directed by Gregory Mosher; sets by Michael Merritt; costumes by Nan Cibula; lighting by Kevin Rigdon.

  SPEED-THE-PLOW

  CHARACTERS

  BOBBY GOULD, CHARLIE FOX, two men around forty

  KAREN, a woman in her twenties

  SCENES

  ONE: Gould's office, morning

  TWO: His home, that evening

  THREE: His office, the next morning

  ONE

  Gould's office. Morning. Boxes and painting materials all around. Gould is sitting, reading, Fox enters.

  GOULD: When the gods would make us mad, they answer our prayers.

  FOX: Bob. . .

  GOULD: I'm in the midst of the wilderness.

  FOX: Bob . . .

  GOULD: If it's not quite “Art” and it's not quite “Entertainment,” it's here on my desk. I have inherited a monster.

  FOX: . . . Bob . . .

  GOULD: Listen to this . . . (Reads:) “How are things made round? Was there one thing which, originally, was round . . .?”

  FOX: . . . Bob . . .

  GOULD (leafing through the book he is reading, reads): “A certain frankness came to it. . .” (He leafs.) “The man,

  downcast, then met the priest, under the bridge, beneath that bridge which stood for so much, where so much had transpired since the radiation.”

  FOX: . . . yeah, Bob, that's great. . .

  GOULD: Listen to this: “and with it brought grace. But still the questions persisted . . . that of the Radiation. That of the growth of animalism, the decay of the soil. And it said ‘Beyond terror. Beyond grace’ . . . and caused a throbbing . . . machines in the void . . .” (He offers the book to Fox.) Here: take a page.

  FOX: I have to talk to you.

  GOULD: Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, Charles: you get too old, too busy to have ‘fun’ this business; to have ‘fun,’ then what are you . . .?

  FOX: . . . Bob . . .

  GOULD: What are you?

  FOX: What am I. . .?

  GOULD: Yes.

  FOX: What am I when?

  GOULD: What are you, I was saying, if you're just a slave to commerce?

  FOX: If I'm just a slave to commerce?

  GOULD: Yes.

  FOX: I'm nothing.

  GOULD: No.

  FOX: You're absolutely right.

  GOULD: You got to have fun. You know why?

  FOX: Okay: why?

  GOULD: Because, or else you'll die, and people will say “he never had any fun.”

  FOX: How close are you to Ross?

  GOULD: How close am I to Ross . . .? I don't know How close should I be?

  FOX: I have to ask you something.

  GOULD (pause): Go ahead, Charl.

  FOX: You wanna’ greenlight a picture? What's your deal, what's your new deal?

  GOULD: What's my new deal, that's all you can talk about?

  FOX: What's your new deal?

  GOULD: Alright. Over ten mil I need Ross's approval.
Under ten mil, I can greenlight it. So what. (Pause.)

  FOX: This morning, Bob.

  GOULD: . . . Yes . . .?

  FOX: This morning a man came to me.

  GOULD: . . . a man came to you. Whaddayou, already, you're here to “Promote” me . . .?

  FOX: Bob . . .

  GOULD: You here to promote me? Charl? Because, Charl, one thing I don't need . . .

  FOX: Bob.

  GOULD: When everybody in this jolly town is tryin’ to promote me, do you wanna see my messages . . . ?

  FOX: Bob.

  GOULD: “Get Him While He's Hot” . . .

  FOX: Yes, yes, but. ..

  GOULD: My good, my “good” friend, Charles Fox . . .

  FOX: Bob . . .

  GOULD: That's why we have “channels.”

  FOX: Uh huh.

  GOULD: All these “little” people out there, that we see. Y'unnerstand? Fellow asks “what are they there for?” Well, Charl, We Don't Know. But we think, you give the thing to your boy, gives it to my boy, these people get to eat, they don't have to go beg, and get in everybody's face the airport the whole time. This morning the phone won't stop ringing. Do you know who's calling? Everybody says they met me in Topeka, 1962, and do I want to make their movie. Guys want me to do remakes of films haven't been made yet.

  FOX: . . . Huh, huh . . .

  GOULD: I'm drowning in “coverage.” (He picks up a script and reads:) “The Story of a Horse and the Horse Who Loved Him.” (He drops script.). . . Give me a breather from all those fine folk suddenly see what a great “man” I am. N'when I do return my calls, Charl, do you know what I'll tell those people?

  FOX: No.

  GOULD: I'm going to tell them “Go through Channels.” This protects me from them. And from folk, fine as they are, like you, Charl, when you come to me for favors. Or did you come up here to congratulate me on my new promotion?

  FOX: Congratulations.

  GOULD: Do I deserve it?

  FOX: Yes. You do, Bob.

  GOULD: Why?

  FOX: Because you're a prince among men and you're Yertle the Turtle.

  GOULD: Alright then, that's enough. What did you bring me?

  FOX: This morning, Bob.

  GOULD: Yes?

  FOX: This morning Doug Brown came to me.

  GOULD: . . . Doug Brown.

  FOX (pause): He came to my house Bob. How would you like . . . How would you like for Doug Brown to “cross the street” to do a picture for us? (Pause.) Bob? How would you like, a script that I got him. He's nuts for it, he's free, we could start to shoot next month, I have his word and he'll come to the studio, and do the film for us. Doug Brown will cross the street and do a film for us next month.

  GOULD (picks up phone): Get me Ross. (Pause.)

  FOX: . . . do you see what I'm telling you?

  GOULD: . . . he came to your house . . .

  FOX: . . . can you believe what I'm saying to you . . .?

  GOULD: Douggie Brown. (Into phone:) Ross (Pause) Richard Ross . . . no, no, no, don't look in the book . . . there's a button on the console . . . Richard R . . . just

  push the button on the. . . (Pause. ) There's a button on the console . . . Richard Ross . . . just . .. Thank you. (Hangs up the phone. Pause.) Are you alright?

  FOX: I'm fine. I'm fine, I just need coffee.

  GOULD: We'll get it for you. Tell mmm . . .

  FOX: Alright, I, this is some time ago.

  GOULD: . . . uh huh . . .

  FOX: That I get the script to Brown . . .

  GOULD: What script. . .?

  FOX: You don't know it, a prison script . . .

  GOULD (simultaneously with “script"): One of ours . . .?

  FOX: I found it in the file. I loved it . . . all the time I'm thinking . . .

  GOULD: Uh huh . . .

  FOX: How to do this script, I, one day . . .

  GOULD: Uh huh . . .

  FOX: . . . so . . .

  GOULD: So, you give the script to Brown . . .

  FOX: Not “him,” his . . .

  GOULD: Uh huh . . .

  FOX: . . . his . . .

  GOULD: . . . I know . . .

  FOX: His “guy.”

  GOULD: Yes.

  FOX: Gives Douggie the script . . . (Phone rings. GOULD picks up the phone. )

  GOULD (into phone): Yes. Thank you. (Hangs up.) Ross'll get back to us . . .

  FOX: . . . His guy gives Douggie the scri. . .

  GOULD: He gives Douggie the script.

  FOX: Yes.

  GOULD: Mmm . . .

  FOX: Months ago, alright? I don't know. Today, alright. . .? Today. (Pause.) I'm having coffee . . .

  GOULD: Umm hmmm . . .

  FOX: Who drives up?

  GOULD: . . . coffee at your house . . .

  FOX: Who drives up?

  GOULD: Douggie Brown.

  FOX: Douglas Brown drives up to my house. (Pause.) He says “I Want To Do Your Script. I've got this other thing to deal with, and we'll settle it tomorrow Call me ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll come in and sign up.” (Phone rings.)

  GOULD (into phone): Hello . . . who? No calls. No calls. Just Richard Ross. And we need coffee . . . okay? Got it. . .? (Hangs up.)

  FOX: . . . cross the street to shoot it. . .? And he says “why not.” (Pause.)

  GOULD: . . . huh . . .

  FOX: Huh . . .?

  GOULD: . . . He'd come over here to shoot it. . .

  FOX: Sonofabitch like out of some damn fairytale.

  GOULD: . . . he drove to your house . . .

  FOX: . . . I'm looking out the window . . .

  GOULD: . . . son of a bitch . . .

  FOX: . . . Douglas Brown drives up . . .

  (The phone rings. GOULD picks it up.)

  GOULD (into phone): Hello. Yes. Richard . . . (Pause.) Yes. Put him . . . Hello, Richard. Fine, just fine. They're painting it. Well, thank you. Thank you. Listen Richard. Do you need some good news . . .? (Pause.) Well, it's a surprise that I've got for you. No, I want to tell you in person. Do you have five mi . . . (Checks watch.) We'll be there. (Pause.) Charlie Fox . . . Charlie came in with a . . . (Pause.) Right. Right. We'll be there. Right. (Hangs up.) Well. We see him in ten minutes.

  FOX: Yessir. I need some coffee.

  GOULD: Oh, Jesus, what's the . . .

  FOX: What. . .?

  GOULD: The, what's the story? Tell me the . . .

  FOX: I can tell it. No, you're right. You tell it.

  GOULD: Gimme the broad outl. . .

  FOX: Yes, yes.

  GOULD: Just sketch me the broad . . .

  FOX: Yes, yes, the thing, of course, is . . .

  GOULD: Douggie, Brown, of course, the thing . . .

  FOX: "A Douggie Brown picture” . . .

  GOULD: A Douggie Brown picture . . .

  FOX: Eh? A buddy . . .

  GOULD: A Buddy Picture.

  FOX: Douggie and . . .

  GOULD: “Watch this space,” I got it. . .

  FOX: Right.

  GOULD: The Flavor of the Month . . . okay, now, what's the story?

  FOX: Doug's in prison.

  GOULD: . . . prison . . .

  FOX: Right. These guys, they want to get him.

  GOULD: Black guys . . .

  FOX: Black guys in the prison.

  GOULD (into phone): Coffee, quickly, can you get some coffee in here? (Hangs up.)

  FOX: And the black guys going to rape his ass.

  GOULD: Mmm.

  FOX: Okay. Now. “Now, you could,” he goes, “you could have your ‘way’ with me, all of you . . .”

  GOULD: Uh huh, what? ten or twenty guys . . .

  FOX: “. . . and you could do that. But I'd have to, you see? Here's the thing of it. Unless you killed me, I would . . .”

  GOULD: Uh huh . . .

  FOX: “. . . have to come back and retaliate, sometime, somehow, because . . .”

  GOULD: . . . okay . . .

  FOX: “I couldn't..
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br />   GOULD: . . . uh huh . . .

  FOX: “. . . live with that.”

  GOULD: . . . The degradation . . .

  FOX: “So whyn't you skip all the middle shit, kill me right now.”

  GOULD: . . . he throws it in their face.

  FOX: You got it.

  GOULD: . . . uh huh . . .

  FOX: “Or.” (Pause.) Or . . .

  GOULD: . . . yes . . .

  FOX: “If you could use a friend, why not allow me this? To be your friend . . .”

  GOULD: He teams up with the guys . . .

  FOX: “To side with you . . .”

  GOULD: Yes.

  FOX: “and together. . .”

  GOULD: . . . and . . .

  FOX: . . . they become friends, they teach him the . . .

  GOULD: . . . he learns the Prison Ways . . .

  FOX: They blah blah, so on . . .

  GOULD: Uh huh . . .

  FOX: Now. Eh? Now. With his, his knowledge of computers, so on, with his money . . .

  GOULD: . . . yeah . . .

  FOX: His Links to the Outside . . .

  GOULD: A girl. . .?

  FOX: Ah. Now that's the great part, I'm telling you, when I saw this script. . .

  GOULD: . . . I don't know how it got past us . . .

  FOX: When they get out of prison, the Head Convict's Sister. . .

  GOULD: . . . a buddy film, a prison film, Douggie Brown, blah, blah, some girl. . .

  FOX: Action, a social. . .

  GOULD: Action, blood, a social theme . . .

  FOX (simultaneously with "theme"): That's what I'm saying, an offbeat. . .

  GOULD: Good. Good. Good. Alright. Now: Now: when we go in . . .

  FOX: That's what I'm saying. Bob.

  GOULD: Don't even say it.

  FOX: Bob:

  GOULD: I understand.

  FOX: . . . I wanted to say . . .

  GOULD: I know what you wanted to say, and you're right. I know what you're going to ask, and I'm going to see you get it. Absolutely right: You go on this package as the co-producer. (Pause.) The name above the title. This is your . . .

  FOX: . . . thank you . . .

  Gould: Thank me?

  FOX: Thank you, Bob.

  GOULD: Hey: You came in here.

  FOX: . . . thank you . . .

  GOULD: Hey, Charl, it's right. . .

  FOX: No, but the thing is that you thought of it. You thought of me. You thought to say it.

 

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