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театрализованного представления по мотивам Агаты Кристи «Десять негритят»
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На сцене
изображена гостиная-столовая английского поместья: камин, стол, на столе десять
фигурок из пластилина и посуда, кресло.
На стене экран, на
котором идут субтитры на русском.
АКТ первый
Авторы
рассказывают про героев, и они по-очереди выходят и садятся за стол.
Author 1:
Ten not unrelated people are in a family house on a secluded island...
Author 2: Anthony Marston - a young guy. He likes to drive a car.
Author 1: Thomas Rogers – a butler. Ethel Rozhdres - the Thomas’ wife, a
cooker.
Author 2: Джон Макартур
— старый генерал.
John Macarthur - old general.
Author 1: Justice Lawrence John Wargrave recently resigned. Very smart
and wise man.
Author 2: Vera Elizabeth Claythorne is a young girl, came to the island
at the suggestion of Mrs. Onim to be her secretary.
Author 1: Philip Lombard was doing dirty deeds. He came to the island at
the suggestion of Isaac Morris.
Author 2: Emily Brent - an elderly woman. Biblical fanatic. She was
sixty-five, and she didn’t approve of the modern laxity.
Author 1: Edward George Armstrong - Dr. from Harley Street. Quite weak
man. Has addiction to alcohol.
Author 2: William Henry Blore - a retired inspector. Scoundrel, always
confident in his abilities.
Author 1: All of them are tormented by the question - why they all
gathered here and where is the landlord?
Author 2: Dinner
was drawing to a close. The food had been good, the wine perfect. Everyone was
in good spirits. They had begun to talk to each other with more freedom and
intimacy.
Ведется живая
беседа за ужином.
Anthony
Marston: "Funny statues, aren't they?"
Tony:
"Indians." "Indian Island. I suppose that's the idea."
Vera:
"I wonder. How many are there? Ten?"
"Yes
- ten there are."
Vera
cried: "What fun! They're the ten little Indian boys
of the nursery rhyme, I suppose. In my bedroom the rhyme is framed and hung
up."
Lombard:
"In my room, too."
Everybody: "And
mine."
Vera: "It's
an amusing idea, isn't it?"
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "Remarkably childish."
Emily
Brent: "Mrs. Oliver has been lucky to get servants. The
woman's a good cook."
Vera:
"Yes, I think Mrs. Owen has been very lucky indeed."
Emily
Brent: "Owen? Did you say Owen?"
Vera: "Yes."
Emily
Brent: "I've never met any one called Owen in my
life."
Vera: "But
surely -"
Вдруг
раздается голос. Услышав свое имя герои по-разному реагируют, и расходятся по
сцене. Все последующие действия на сцене производятся на усмотрение
постановщика.
Voice: "Ladies
and gentlemen! Silence, please!"
You
are charged with the following indictments:
Edward
George Armstrong, that you did upon the 14th day of March, 1925, cause the
death of Louisa Mary Clees.
Emily
Caroline Brent, that upon the 5th November, 1931, you were responsible for the
death of Beatrice Taylor.
William
Henry Blore, that you brought about the death of James Stephen Landor on
October 10th, 1928.
Vera
Elizabeth Claythorne, that on the 11th day of August, 1935, you killed Cyril
Ogilvie Hamilton.
Philip
Lombard, that upon a date in February, 1932, you were guilty of the death of
twenty-one men, members of an East African tribe.
John
Gordon Macarthur, that on the 4th of January, 1917, you deliberately sent your
wife's lover, Arthur Richmond, to his death.
Anthony
James Marston, that upon the 14th day of November last, you were guilty of the
murder of John and Lucy Combes.
Thomas
Rogers and Ethel Rogers, that on the 6th of May, 1929, you brought about the
death of Jennifer Brady.
Lawrence
John Wargrave, that upon the 10th day of June, 1930, you were guilty of the
murder of Edward Seton.
Prisoners
at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?
Lombard:
"Marston."
Anthony
sprang to help him. Between them, they lifted up the woman and carried her into
the drawing-room. Dr. Armstrong came across quickly. He helped them to lift her
onto the sofa and bent over her. He said quickly:
Dr.
Armstrong: "It's nothing. She's fainted, that's all.
She'll be round in a minute."
Lombard
said to Rogers: "Get some brandy."
Rogers:
"Yes, sir."
Vera
cried out: "Who was that speaking? Where was he? It sounded - it sounded
-"
General
Macarthur: "What's going on here? What kind of a practical
joke was that?"
Armstrong
being busy with the collapsed woman, Lombard was free once more to take the
initiative.
Lombard:
"That voice? It sounded as though it were in the room."
Lombard
is walking and looking arount.
Vera
cried:"Who was it? Who was it? It wasn't one of
us."
Lombard: "Ah,
here we are."
Dr.
Armstrong: "A disgraceful and heartless practical joke, I
suppose."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave murmured: "So you think it's a joke,
do you?"
Dr.
Armstrong: "What else could it be?"
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "At the moment I'm not prepared to
give an opinion."
Anthony
Marston: "Look here, there's one thing you've forgotten.
Who the devil turned the thing on?"
Wargrave:
"Yes, I think we must inquire into that."
Rogers
had just come in with a glass of brandy. Miss Brent was bending over the
moaning form of Mrs. Rogers.
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "Who put that record on the
gramophone? Was it you, Rogers?"
Rogers: "I
didn't know what it was. Before God, I didn't know what it was, sir. If I had
I'd never have done it."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "That is probably true. But I think
you'd better explain, Rogers."
Rogers:wiped
his face with a handkerchief. He said earnestly: "I was just obeying
orders, sir, that's all."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "Whose orders?"
Rogers:"Mr.
Owen's."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "Let me get this quite clear. Mr.
Owen's orders were - what exactly?"
Rogers::
"I was to put a record on the gramophone. I'd find the record in the
drawer and my wife was to start the gramophone when I'd gone into the
drawing-room with the coffee tray."
General
Macarthur: "A very remarkable story."
Rogers
cried: "It's the truth, sir. I thought it was just a
piece of music."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave looked at Lombard."Was there a title
on it?"
Lombard
nodded. He grinned suddenly, showing his white pointed teeth.
Lombard:
"Quite right, sir. It was entitled Swan Song..."
General
Macarthur broke out suddenly: "The whole thing is preposterous
- preposterous! Slinging accusations about like this! Something must be done
about it. This fellow Owen whoever he is -"
Emily
Brent interrupted: "That's just it, who is he?"
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "That is exactly what we must go
into very carefully. Who is this Mr. Owen "
Rogers
stared: "I am aware of that fact. What I want you to tell me is what you
yourself know about the man."
Rogers:"I
can't say, sir. You see, I've never seen him."
General
Macarthur: "You've never seen him? What d'yer mean?"
Rogers:
"We've
only been here just under a week, sir, my wife and I. We were engaged by
letter, through an agency. The Regina Agency in Plymouth."
Blore:
"Old
established firm."
Rogers:
"We
were to arrive on a certain day. We did. Everything was in order here. Plenty
of food in stock and everything very nice. Just needed dusting and that. We
got orders - by letter again - to prepare the rooms for a houseparty and then
yesterday by the afternoon post I got another letter from Mr. Owen. It said he
and Mrs. Owen were detained and to do the best we could and it gave the
instructions about dinner and coffee and putting on the gramophone
record."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "Surely you've got that
letter?"
Rogers:
"Yes,
sir, I've got it here."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "H'm," he said. "Headed
Ritz Hotel and typewritten."
Blore
was beside him: "If you'll just let me have a look." He twitched it
out of the other's hand, and ran his eye over it.
Blore: "Coronation
machine. Quite new - no defects. Ensign paper - the most widely used make. You
won't get anything out of that. Might be fingerprints, but I doubt it."
Emily
Brent: "There's something very peculiar about all
this," she said. "I received a letter with a signature that was not very
easy to read. It purported to be from a woman I had met at a certain summer
resort two or three years ago. I took the name to be either Ogden or Oliver. I
am acquainted with a Mrs. Oliver and also with a Miss Ogden. I am quite certain
that I have never met, or become friendly with, any one of the name of
Owen."
Vera:
I was offered a job as a secretary.
Marston:
"Got a wire. From a pal of mine. Badger Berkeley. Surprised me at the time
because I had an idea the old horse had gone to Norway. Told me to roll up
here."
Dr.
Armstrong: I was called in professionally. A colleague of mine was mentioned in
the letter."
General
Macarthur: "Got a letter - from this fellow Owen -
mentioned some old pals of mine who were to be here - hoped I'd excuse informal
invitation. Haven't kept the letter. I'm afraid."
Lombard:
"Same sort of thing," he said. "Invitation, mention of mutual
friends - I fell for it all right. I've torn up the letter."
Lombard
"Just
now we had a somewhat disturbing experience. The voice spoke to us all by name,
but as far as we know there is no one named Blore amongst us. The name of Davis
was not mentioned. What have you to say about that, Mr. Davis?"
Blore
said sulkily:
Blore:
"Cat's out of the bag, it seems. I suppose I'd better admit that my name
isn't Davis."
Marston "You
are William Henry Blore?"
Blore:
"That's right."
Lombard:
"Not only are you here under a false name, Mr. Blore, but in addition I've
noticed this evening that you're a first-class liar. You claim to have come
from Natal, South Africa. I know South Africa and Natal and I'm prepared to
swear that you've never set foot in South Africa in your life."
General
Macarthur "Now then, you swine," he said.
"Any explanation?"
Blore:
"You gentlemen have got me wrong. I've got my credentials and you can see
them. I'm an ex-C.I.D. man. I run a detective agency in Plymouth. I was put on
this job."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "By whom?"
Blore: "This
man Owen. Enclosed a handsome money order for expenses and instructed me as to
what he wanted done. I was to join the house party, posing as a guest. I was
given all your names. I was to watch you all."
Marston
"Any
reason given?"
Blore:
"Mrs.
Owen's jewels. Mrs. Owen my foot! I don't believe there's any such
person."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: " U.N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch
of fancy, UNKNOWN!"
Vera:
"But this is fantastic - mad!"
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "Oh, yes. I've no doubt in my own
mind that we have been invited here by a madman - probably a dangerous
homicidal lunatic. And I should admit he knows some facts from our lives.”
General
Macarthur: “Nonsense”
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: “Our unknown friend accuses me of the
murder of one Edward Seton. I remember Seton perfectly well. He came up before
me for trial in June of the year 1930. He was charged with the murder of an
elderly woman. He was very ably defended and made a good impression on the jury
in the witness box. Nevertheless, on the evidence, he was certainly guilty. I
summed up accordingly, and the jury brought in a verdict of Guilty. In passing
sentence of death I concurred with the verdict. I did my duty and nothing more.
I passed sentence on a rightly convicted murderer."
Vera:
"I'd like to tell you. About that child - Cyril Hamilton. I was nursery
governess to him. He was forbidden to swim out far. One day, when my attention
was distracted, he started off. I swam after him... I couldn't get there in
time... It was awful... But it wasn't my fault. At the inquest the Coroner exonerated
me. And his mother - she was so kind. If even she didn't blame me, why should -
why should this awful thing be said? It's not fair - not fair..."
General
Macarthur patted her shoulder: "There, there, my dear. Of
course it's not true. Fellow's a madman. A madman! He said about - er - young
Arthur Richmond. Richmond was one of my officers. I sent him on a
reconnaissance. He was killed. Natural course of events in war time. "
Lombard: "About
those natives -"
Marston:
"What about them?"
Lombard:
"Story's quite true! I left 'em! Matter of self-preservation. We were lost
in the bush. I and a couple of other fellows took what food there was and
cleared out."
General
Macarthur said sternly: "You abandoned your men - left
them to starve?"
Lombard:
"Sself-preservation's a man's first duty. And natives don't mind dying,
you know. They don't feel about it as Europeans do."
Vera:
"You left them - to die?"
Lombard:
"I left them to die."
Marston:
"I've just been thinking - John and Lucy Combes. Must have been a couple
of kids I ran over near Cambridge. Beastly bad luck."
Emily
Brent: "For them, or for you?"
Anthony
said:
Marston:
"Well, I was thinking - for me - but of course, you're right, sir, it was
damned bad luck on them. Of course it was a pure accident. They rushed out of
some cottage or other. I had my licence endorsed for a year. Beastly
nuisance."
Dr.
Armstrong: "This speeding's all wrong - all wrong! Young
men like you are a danger to the community."
Marston:
"Speed's come to stay. Well, anyway, it wasn't my fault. Just an
accident!"
Rogers:
"If I might just say a word, sir."
Lombard
said: "Go ahead, Rogers."
Rogers:
"There
was a mention, sir, of me and Mrs. Rogers. And of Miss Brady. There isn't a
word of truth in it, sir. My wife and I were with Miss Brady till she died. She
was always in poor health, sir, always from the time we came to her. There was
a storm, sir, that night - the night she was taken bad. The telephone was out
of order. We couldn't get the doctor to her. I went for him, sir, on foot. But
he got there too late. We'd done everything possible for her, sir. Devoted to
her, we were. Any one will tell you the same. There was never a word said
against us. Not a word."
Lombard:
"What about yourself, Mr. Blore?"
Blore:
"What
about me?"
Lombard:
"Your
name was included in the list."
Blore:
"Landor,
you mean? That was the bank robbery - London and Commercial."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "I remember. It didn't come before
me, but I remember the case. Landor was convicted on your evidence. You were
the police officer in charge of the case?"
Blore
said:"I
was."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "Landor got penal servitude for
life and died in Dartmoor a year later. He was a delicate man."
Blore
said: "He was a crook. It was he who knocked out the night watchman. The
case was quite clear against him."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave: "You were complimented, I think, on
your able handling of the case."
Blore:
"I got my promotion." "I was only doing my duty."
Lombard:
"What a duty-loving, law-abiding lot we all seem to be! Myself excepted.
What about you, doctor - and your little professional mistake? Illegal
operation, was it?"
Dr.
Armstrong: "Drunk - that's what it was - drunk... And I
operated! Nerves all to pieces - hands shaking. I killed her, all right. Poor
devil - elderly woman - simple job if I'd been sober. Lucky for me there's
loyalty in our profession. The Sister knew, of course - but she held her tongue,
God, it gave me a shock! Pulled me up. But who could have known about it -
after all these years?"
There
was a silence in the room. Everybody was looking, covertly or openly, at Emily
Brent.
Emily
Brent: "Are you waiting for me to say something? I have
nothing to say."
Lombard
"Nothing,
Miss Brent?"
Emily
Brent: “I have always acted in accordance with the dictates
of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave said: "How do you communicate with
the mainland?"
Rodgers:
"Fred Narracott, he comes over every morning, sir. He brings the bread and
the milk and the post, and takes the orders."
Mr.
Justice Wargrave said: "Then in my opinion it would be
well if we all left tomorrow morning as soon as Narracott's boat arrives."
Marston:
"Ought to ferret out the mystery before we go. Whole thing's like a
detective story. Positively thrilling."
Делает
глоток и падает на пол, к нему подбегает доктор.
Dr.
Armstrong: "My God! he's poisoned!"
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