Drama

Brandy Snaps

Brian Turner

CAST:
 
          JASON:      A lawyer, Father of Penny
          PENNY:      Penelope. (Not the Penelope of the other plays)
          FRANCISCO:  A waiter

NOTE: Brandy snaps are a sweet, cylinder shaped condiment 
filled with cream. If not part of the culture where the play is presented they
can be substituted (title and dialogue also.)

SETTING:

          [A restaurant. Jason is sitting at table with menu. Penny
           enters. Jason rises, gives her a fatherly kiss. They sit.]

JASON:     Ah Penny at last, I thought you weren't coming for a moment.

PENNY:     I got busy. How could I miss a treat?

JASON:     What will you have? There's a chocolate gateau.

PENNY:     I feel like a brandy snap.

JASON:     You always used to like gateau. I remember when you were a toddler. 
           Your mother and I took you to a picnic and you smothered yourself in 
           chocolate and cake.

PENNY:      I'm not a toddler any more Dad.

JASON:      All right. A brandy snap then. (PAUSE) Cappuccino?

PENNY:      I'll have black coffee today.

JASON:      Oh?

PENNY:      So I can see my reflection in the surface.

JASON:      You always did have a. . . I might have a brandy snap myself.

            (JASON SIGNALS FOR A WAITER. FRANCISCO ARRIVES.)

            You have brandy snaps?

FRANCISCO:  Indeed, we have anything you might desire.

JASON:      You might find me a million dollars then.

FRANCISCO:  I shall write you a cheque. ('Check' in America.)

JASON:      Which will bounce no doubt.

FRANCISCO:  Only if you present it to the bank. Does signor wish to
            order?

JASON:      Coffee black for each of us and two brandy snaps.

            (FRANCISCO GOES.)

            Cheeky fellow. Why did he call me 'signor'?

PENNY:      All the waiters here pretend to be Italian.

JASON:      I should have known.

PENNY:      What?

JASON:      You'd select a café where everyone was mad.

PENNY:      But everyone is mad. It's a condition of normalcy.

JASON:      Personally I would have preferred somewhere a little more
            up-market.

PENNY:      Meaning I would have had to wear designer clothes.

JASON:      Don't be foolish. A reasonable standard is all that's required. 
            If you need money to dress well it's always available.

PENNY:      I prefer my jumper and jeans.

            (FRANCISCO RETURNS WITH COFFEE AND BRANDY SNAPS.)

JASON:      That was quick.

FRANCISCO:  I am a magician also signor.

JASON:      Tell me, why do you call me signor? You are not an Italian are you?

FRANCISCO:  Indeed not. The management ask me to pretend to be, signor.

JASON:      Is that so?

FRANCISCO:  And, of course, we are what we pretend to be.

            (SERVES AND GOES.)

PENNY:      (STIRRING TWO SPOONS OF SUGAR INTO HER COFFEE) He got you there.

JASON:      Talking in riddles. Can you see your reflection?

PENNY:      (LOOKING DOWN ON HER COFFEE) I see a brown girl.

JASON:      You are not a brown girl.

PENNY:      The medium transforms the image. I saw a sunset.

JASON:      They frequently occur.

            (THEY ARE BEGINNING TO THINK THEIR OWN THOUGHTS, NOT TALKING TO
             EACH OTHER.)

PENNY:      It was over the sea. A misty dusk. Rain clouds had come up 
            from the south behind the island. Kapiti. A roiled lion sitting on 
            the horizon. The sun was like a Chinese lantern. Misty. A suffusion of 
            orange light glowing in the mist.

JASON:      Those views are worth a million dollars. One street back from the beach 
            and you can halve the value of a similar house.

PENNY:      It was nothing. A vision. A transformation of the world. We see a vision 
            and we do not react. We just carry on doing the same old things.

JASON:      Real estate is always a sound investment. It can usually be relied 
            upon to generate a tax free return. The main problem with real estate 
            for the ordinary man is that it is not possible to invest in small 
            amounts.

PENNY:      I thought I saw a vision of eternity in the sun and the sea. But 
            the glorious picture was a veil. We can't penetrate the fabric of 
            the world of illusion. I would like to dismantle the stars in the 
            blue dome of heaven, the sun and the sea and the earth. When they 
            are gone what remains? The essence?

JASON:      The market's volatile. Yes. Volatile I would say. Blue chips are 
            referable. Stay away from high risk investments.

PENNY:      I think of a rose. Incarnadine beauty. Drenched with the blood 
            of Christ. It flowed from the wounds made by the thorns. Imagine 
            that Christ on the cross was crowned with a wreath of roses.

JASON:      From the beginning I had ambition. Wanted to get ahead. Became 
            a king in the world of commerce. My life is affluent. I have 
            everything you might desire. And yet there is something missing. 
            Look at her, smiling quietly to herself, content to abandon 
            possessions, live an uncluttered life. Does she know anything 
            that I don't?

PENNY:      He has to cling to that world-stuff as though it is of some 
            importance. I left that behind. I hate his principles. But 
            I'm his daughter, I love him.

            (THEY COME OUT OF THEIR BROWN STUDY.)

JASON:      A Penny for your thoughts.

PENNY:      Don't make terrible puns Dad,

JASON:      But you must have been thinking of something.

PENNY:      I was thinking I might like another brandy snap.

            THE END

Brian Turner is a New Zealand playwright and novelist. Many of his plays have been performed in back alley theatres in New Zealand and the USA. His short pieces have been published in ezines such as Vestal Review, Flashquake, A Writer's Choice and Cafe Irreal.

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