(Note: The picture shows a young Irish teenager yelling at a British soldier (the picture could not be included here).
scene i: The actors begin in the above stance, frozen.
The picture is projected behind them. OFFICER #1 holds
the gun while OFFICER #2 is looking out. The actors
remain frozen for an uncomfortable amount of time. Finally
(yelling as though in protest)
I said would you like something to drink? Perhaps a Guinness?
I’d prefer something a little harder, actually.
Perhaps some gin?
Hurry it up, boy.
Alright. Gin it is.
CILLIAN exits. OFFICER #2 helps OFFICER #1 up.
OFFICER #1 removes her helmet. This should be
the first time the audience realizes she is a woman
with short hair.
We ought to tell him.
Time’s not right.
Time’s running out.
CILLIAN returns holding two glasses with mixed
drinks for the OFFICERS. For himself, he has a can
of Guinness. The OFFICERS take the drinks and
OFFICER #1 sets her gun down.
Your room clean, Cillian?
And you’ve kept up with your school work?
I have. “Bout how long will you be back?
An uncomfortable pause. Just as the OFFICER is
about to say something, gun shots fire.
So he’s back then?
The officers nod.
JACK enters. He wears combat pants and
boots but just a white tank top. On his arm,
he has the Union Jack tattooed. He also
holds a rifle.
You found him? Good. Ready Cillian?
JACK aims his rifle at CILLIAN. The
projection goes out and now “The Rifle
Song” is projected. OFFICER #1 pulls
out a flute and OFFICER #2 takes out
a bag pipe. JACK still aiming at CILLIAN
You take a bit, you break a bit, and daddy’s got your back
Give a little, take a little, daddy’s right here, day and night
We’re all alright.
Little bit of smoke
Little bit of trouble
And daddy’ll shake the fucking ground for you
So long as you come along, come on back home
Blow you up if you won’t. Give a little, take a little.
(setting his rifle down)
Cillian. You can’t keep this up. You know you can’t.
Want a drink, mate?
What are doing, Cillian? You’re not thinking this all the way through.
This is my home now, dad!
Your home is where I fucking say it is.
JACK picks up his rifle.
This is my land, son. Mine. And you—
Take it down a notch, dad.
JACK lowers the rifle.
Give us a minute, yeah?
OFFICER #1 and JACK exit.
There’s nothing you can say, you know. I’m not going to cross over. This is who I am.
Dead’s what you are. We’re blow up the entire ground before he lets you walk away.
Blow me up then.
What’s it matter? No one cares about it as much as us. It’s a flag, Cillian. That’s it.
It’s an identity.
Another gunshot fires and screaming is
heard in the background. OFFICER #2
exits. CILLIAN is alone on stage. A
projection displays the words “Cillian’s
I’ve been here. The entire time. This is my room, my space. I can’t go anywhere now. I have to stay. Alone. And on my own.
OFFICER #1 re-enters. The projection
changes and now says “A Mother’s Plea”
A piano plays in the background.
Cillian, please. Listen to reason, listen to your mother
It’s only a flag. It’s only fabric. It’s nothing much.
And no one would ever argue you’re anything other
Than true green, white, and orange, just let go
Don’t let this be the reason you die, please, don’t say no
It’s only a flag, just a piece of fabric
Come on darling try, Cillian, just try
This is all I’ve known, this is who I am
It’s more than a flag. So much more than just a piece of fabric.
No Cillian, no. It’s just a piece of fabric, don’t die over this
A piece of cloth, a hanging sheet, live the way want but don’t die over this.
The music stops. OFFICER #1 notices
and it takes a toll on her. She leaves the
stage. JACK returns.
You gonna die over this boy?
You’re mine, boy. Always have been.
JACK hits CILLIAN with the blunt of his
gun. CILLIAN falls to the ground.
Got anything else, Jack?
JACK aims his rifle. He is about to shoot but
the actors freeze. Another projection comes
“And then JACK has a change of heart,
doesn’t kill CILLIAN. Instead he shoots him
in the foot. JACK storms off, shouting “It’s
a bloody flag, you prick.” CILLIAN limps
toward the bar. END OF PLAY”
CILLIAN and JACK unfreeze and read the
projection. They look at each other confused
and then look to the audience.
(pointing to the projection, talking to the audience)
That’s not how it happened. Mighta been a nice ending though.
(turning to CILLIAN)
Ah, I don’t think so.
We could’ve ended up in the bar.
(aiming his gun)
No, mate. You could’ve ended up in a bar.
JACK kills CILLIAN.
That’s how it happened.