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Hide Thee, Thou Bloody Hand - Samuel F. Babbitt
Copyright © 2022 by Samuel Babbitt.
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Contents
1 DOC
BLANCHARD
2 VICKIE PALUSKI, STAGE MANAGER
3 TONY D’ANGELO
4 DOC
BLANCHARD
5 PHIL ARNSTEIN
6 RICHARD DORSTED
7 DOC
BLANCHARD
8 DET. DWAYNE ECCLES
9 RICHARD DORSTED
10 TONY D’ANGELO
11 DOC
BLANCHARD
12 MARIA VIEQUES
13 TONY D’ANGELO
14 DETECTIVE ECCLES
15 DOC
BLANCHARD
16 DETECTIVE ECCLES
17 RICHARD DORSTED
18 DOC
BLANCHARD
19 SALLY BLANCHARD
20 DETECTIVE ECCLES
21 VICKIE PALUSKI
22 DETECTIVE ECCLES
23 RICHARD DORSTED
24 DOC
BLANCHARD
25 SALLY BLANCHARD
26 DOC
BLANCHARD
27 DETECTIVE ECCLES
28 RICHARD DORSTED
29 DETECTIVE ECCLES
30 TONY D’ANGELO
31 RICHARD DORSTED
32 DETECTIVE ECCLES
33 SALLY BLANCHARD
34 TONY D’ANGELO
35 DETECTIVE ECCLES
36 RICHARD DORSTED
37 DOC
BLANCHARD
Tremble, thou wretch that hast within thee undivulged crimes unwhipped of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand.
— King Lear, Act iii, Scene iii
masks.jpgTHE PLAYERS
Lear, King of England……………………………… Doc
Blanchard
Edgar, Legitimate Son of Gloucester: ……………...Richard Dorsted
Edmund, Bastard Son of Gloucester ……Antonio Tony
D’Angelo
Goneril, Nasty Daughter of Lear:…………Sally (Blanchard) Nevins
Duke of Cornwall:…………………………………... Jamie McKinney
Oswald, Steward to Goneril: …………………………….Jim Balmer
Servant/Stagehand: ……………………………………..Phil Arnstein
THE CREW
Stage Manager: Vickie Paluski
Stagehands: Phil Arnstein and Maria Vieques
The Detective: Dwayne Eccles
1
DOC
BLANCHARD
DOC_I.jpg am what you might call an amateur-professional actor. My late-in-life acting career (if you can call it that) has taken place in a modest-sized northeastern city where I helped resuscitate a theatrical troupe that was about to fold for lack of money. Its original founders had moved on to mundane things like jobs and families. Having completed those things as an academic some years before, I was blessedly free, in retirement, to follow my bliss,
as they say, and become an actor.
I had the good fortune to be cast in one of their productions (as an old man who dies—my specialty), at a time when it was unclear whether the group could survive. There were four of us left, and we were sitting in a newly rented garage, empty save for an eclectic pile of props and tools and a costume or two, dumped out in the middle of the concrete floor in a pathetic pile. The question before us was: do we call it quits, or do we see what might be done in this new space? Foolishly but not surprisingly, we opted to carry on.
Not easy, this business of running a small theater. But we made it. Wobbly at first, but we attracted some good actors, and we did some good plays, and enough people came to see us so that we almost prospered. It’s been my experience that very few, if any, small theaters can be said to prosper.
Nonetheless, we stayed afloat, and in my retirement from a make-a-living job as a college professor, I got to practice my favorite craft.
By the time the murder happened, the theater was in a comparatively stable moment economically. We had actually begun to pay our actors. Not much, you understand, but something—which, in the world of small theaters, is indeed something.
A little time back, we were about to do a production of The Weir by Connor McPherson. For those of you who don’t know the play, it is a wonderful evening of storytelling—ghost storytelling, I should say—that is set in a pub in the Irish countryside. Very spooky tales told by a mixed bag of locals and a guest or two. The thing is, it requires actors who can speak with a passable Irish brogue.
Jim Balmer had auditioned, but he couldn’t get his mouth around the proper sounds; nor was he alone among those who tried out. Still, he seemed particularly upset. Well, we’ve all experienced this kind of rejection—it’s part of being an actor—but Jim seemed to take it very hard. He blamed it mainly on Tony D’Angelo, our lead actor. Jim sent him a blistering email, accusing him of everything from personal animus to sexual discrimination. That last one was hard to decipher since Tony had a reputation as a rather successful lady’s man,
and as far as I knew, Jim was jealous of that.
At any rate, these kinds of spats are not all that rare in theatrical circles, and so life moved on. The production of The Weir was considerably enhanced by the fact that, at the time when sound effects and verbal allusions in the script were conjuring a downpour in the surrounding moors, the roof of our theater-garage began to leak generously in one corner of the actual playing space. It couldn’t have been more appropriate, and it helped make the production a great success.
Not long afterward, I got the chance of a lifetime—a crack at the lead in Shakespeare’s King Lear. Talk about chutzpah. But I jumped at it, and we went into rehearsals with a large and enthusiastic cast. Since the theater didn’t have two nickels to rub together, someone had the idea of making the Lear set out of hay bales. That’s right. The set
was cannily designed through the deployment of rectangular hay bales stacked strategically around the central playing space, with bleachers for the audience on two sides. Period furniture came in and out as needed, through spaces shielded by black hanging material or sides,
as they are called in the trade. The rest was all a configuration of hay bales. Amazingly, it worked. After all, with Old Will, it’s the text that counts, and we threw ourselves into those glorious words with love and zeal.
It all went wonderfully until Saturday evening in the second week.
2
VICKIE PALUSKI, STAGE MANAGER
Vickie_O.jpg nce the audience is in, I check the lights and sound, make sure that the cast is in position, and then—and only then—give the nod to go. We were about two weeks into the life of our production. The director has done his bit, and now it’s my show.
In a small theater