The One Act Play that Goes Wrong Flashcards
TREVOR: …if anyone finds a Duran Duran…please hand it to me at the end of the performance. Enjoy the show…Clearance.
CHRIS: Leave it. Just leave it.
We need…
CHRIS: Leave it. Just leave it.
ANNIE: We need…
CHRIS: We haven’t got time.
Exit
DENNIS: Shall I telephone the police, Mr. Colleymoore?
ROBERT: The police? They wouldn’t make it out here for days in this snowstorm (opens curtains)
Snowflakes
ROBERT: Hang it all! There’s another on the shelf!
DENNIS: Of course sir! Yes, this one is full! (empty)
ROBERT: This is horrifying! I mean who on earth would have a motivation to murder Charles Haversham?
(Dennis puts empty bottle on tray with a glass and walks past window)
Switch bottles
ROBERT: Suicide Cecil? How can you say that? Of course not; it’s murder! Murder in the first degree!
MAX: Nonsense, the man was paranoid, jealous, and I can prove it! Perkins, hand me his journal from the mantelpiece!
Hand journal through window
SANDRA: Your eyes send me into a dream! Kiss me Cecil, I can’t wait a second longer!
(Dennis bursts in late w two candlesticks)
DENNIS: Sorry to interrupt again Mr. Haversham, Miss Colleymoore. I’ve just come to prepare the room.
MAX: Thank you Perkins. Put them on the mantelpiece.
(Dennis walks to mantelpiece with the candlesticks)
Hold mantelpiece in position
Chris/Sandra scene -
Sandra: What letter?
Chris: Then, how do you explain the letter on the mantelpiece?
Sandra: I didn’t write that letter!
Chris: You wrote that letter!
Pass letter through window
Dennis: I don’t know Inspector, I was in here when I heard screams from downstairs!
Robert drags annie on stage
Robert: Get in here now Florence! It’s not safe down there!
Thomas I’m frightened!
Dennis: What’s going on?
Chris: Isn’t it obvious? Cecil has lost control?
Ceecil! Surely not!
Chris: He killed Charles tonight, driven mad by his lust for you, and now he knows we’ve found him out!
I cannot bear it. Ceecil would not do such a thing.
Robert: Of course he would, the damn lunatic!
You used to trust people Tom; you’ve changed!
Dennis: This is a fine mess, sir! The worst night I’ve seen in eighty-eight years of service!
Save me brother, save me!
Robert: I shan’t let anyone hurt a hair on your head, Florence.
I’m panicking! I can’t believe…Ceecil?
You: I can’t believe…Ceecil?
Chris: Cecil!
Cecil…is doing this.
Dennis: Try to stay calm Miss Colleymoore!
I shall faint!
Chris: Take cover!
Robert: Great scot!
Dennis: Good heavens!
Ay me!