Accidental Death of an Anarchist (NHB Modern Plays)
By Dario Fo and Franca Rame
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Outwitting his captors, the Maniac dupes them into performing a farcical recreation of the incident, exposing the absurd corruption and terrifying idiocy at the heart of the system.
Dario Fo and Franca Rame's riotous satire, Accidental Death of an Anarchist, has been widely performed around the world since its premiere in 1970. Tom Basden's hilarious, bang-up-to-date adaptation was first performed at Sheffield Theatres in September 2022.
Dario Fo
Dario Fo (Sangiano, Lombardía, Italia, 1926 - Milán, Italia, 2016), autor, director, actor y Premio Nobel de Literatura 1997, escribió su primera obra de teatro en 1944, y en 1948 apareció por primera vez en escena. En colaboración con su esposa, Franca Rame (fallecida en 2013), ha escrito y representado más de cincuenta obras, ácidas sátiras políticas en las que arremete sin piedad contra el poder político, el capitalismo, la mafia y el Vaticano, y que lo han convertido en uno de los hombres de teatro con mayor prestigio internacional. Entre sus obras teatrales señalamos Misterio bufo y otras comedias (Siruela, 2014), Muerte accidental de un anarquista y Aquí no paga nadie.
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Accidental Death of an Anarchist (NHB Modern Plays) - Dario Fo
ACT ONE
Scene One
A very normal-looking room in a police station. It has a wooden desk, a filing cabinet, and a peg with a hat hanging from it.
There is a large police crest on the wall. And a number ‘3’. And a clock, stopped at 5:25. On the desk is a telephone and a computer. There are two doors and, to one side, a large window. A telegraph pole outside can be seen from it.
The MANIAC sits on a chair, clutching a large Liberty bag. He stands, putting the bag down, and walks around the stage, smiling at the audience, taking in the ambience, smelling the space.
INSPECTOR BURTON enters, carrying a folder and laptop, hangs up his overcoat on the back of his chair and then sits. CONSTABLE JACKSON enters after and stands by the door. Music begins to play. BURTON looks around, confused. The MANIAC reveals that he’s holding a hand-held tape player.
BURTON. Turn it off!
The MANIAC does so. He stands and begins to stretch. First the arms. Then the calves. He squats. BURTON puts his laptop on the desk. And then looks up at the MANIAC, angrily.
Sit down!
The MANIAC does so. He stretches his neck as BURTON opens the folder. The MANIAC clears his throat. BURTON looks at him. And then resumes reading.
MANIAC. Mi mi mi mi mi…
BURTON. And shut up.
The MANIAC does so and starts warming up his jaw and lips.
Flight attendant, naval engineer, minor royal… quite the repertoire you’ve got, isn’t it?
MANIAC. Thank you very much.
BURTON. Heart surgeon?! Bloody hell!
MANIAC. A theatre’s a theatre, Inspector, be it West End or operating. I’m not fussy, I’ll work anywhere.
BURTON. So I see. Translator for the Russian Embassy. You speak Russian then, do you?
MANIAC. Not a word.
BURTON. So how did you manage that then?
MANIAC. Oh don’t be obtuse, man. A good translation does not reproduce the source material word for word, it captures the essence, not the detail. And in the case of the Russian Embassy, the essence of every press release or communiqué is always ‘The accusation is outrageous and anyway you did it first…’
BURTON. All told, we’re talking… five, six –
MANIAC. Twelve.
BURTON flicks through the file as the MANIAC creeps round to read over his shoulder.
BURTON. Eight, nine –
MANIAC. It is twelve –
BURTON. Twelve arrests for impersonation –
MANIAC. But not a single charge. As you can see, my record is unsullied.
BURTON. Yeah, not for long. I don’t know how you’ve got away with it so far, but you’re getting sullied today, I promise you.
The MANIAC puts his arm around him coyly.
MANIAC. Please be gentle, Inspector, it’s my first time.
BURTON pushes him away.
BURTON. So what is it now then? Therapist.
MANIAC. Psychiatrist, actually.
BURTON finds a business card.
BURTON. ‘Senior Professor of Psychiatrics, Wadham College Oxford.’ Ha! Well, that’s a crime right off. Inventing qualifications.
The MANIAC nonchalantly picks at his nails.
MANIAC. Of course it is. Fabricating doctorates, degrees, identities would be a criminal offence if I were sane. But I’m sadly not.
BURTON. You’re what?
MANIAC. I’m not.
BURTON. You’re not what?
MANIAC. Sane. I’m mad.
BURTON. Is that right?
MANIAC. It is. Certifiable. Literally, look.
The MANIAC stands, takes a framed certificate out of his bag and passes it to BURTON.
None of it is my fault. I have a serious mental illness.
BURTON. Which is what exactly?
MANIAC. The desire to act. ‘Istrionomania’ to give it its technical name.
BURTON writes this down.
BURTON. Istro… what?
MANIAC. Istrionomania. From the Italian istrione, meaning classical actor, with the hint of the ham. Istrione al proscuitto crudo if you will. The condition of compulsively needing to perform, anywhere, anyone, anytime. Hence my pathological fear of the dark.
BURTON. What… Why?
MANIAC. Well, because blackouts are very death to the actor. I am always on, Inspector. So it’s essential that the lights are as well.
BURTON. Jesus… you’re kidding me. You’re like this all the time?
MANIAC. I’m afraid so, yes. All the world’s a stage for me. I think of daily life as a kind of théâtre vérité in which the rest of the cast are made up of non-actors who are unaware that a show is taking place. Which is lucky because I couldn’t afford to pay them.
BURTON. Looks like you could afford it now, though, doesn’t it? You could afford to build a bloody theatre with the money you’ve been making as a so-called therapist.
MANIAC. Psychiatrist! How dare you!
BURTON. What’s the difference?
MANIAC. Psychiatrists can charge far more.
BURTON. Right, yeah… Eight hundred quid an hour.
JACKSON. Fuck me.
MANIAC. I know. Very cheap really when you consider my training…
BURTON. What training’s that? Drama school?
MANIAC. Almost. Mental hospital. Twenty years at sixteen different institutions, among the thousands of patients like myself. I’ve studied them up close, not just nine-to-five like your average workaday shrink, but twenty-four-seven. I’ve eaten with them, showered with them, slept with them. Among them. I’ve not, I’ve very rarely slept with them. QED I am prodigiously good at knowing what makes people tick. Or tock. Or quack, depending on the condition.
BURTON. I should hope so. Thirty-five grand you’ve charged people so far.
MANIAC. But my dear Inspector, I had to charge that much. For their sake.
BURTON. Oh it was for their sake, was it?
MANIAC. Of course. The more you cost, the more you’re worth. The more people think you know what you’re doing. Was it not Freud who said, ‘To truly cure the mentally ill, add some zeros to your bill.’ It has enormous health benefits, I assure you, particularly for the doctor.
BURTON. But you’re not a doctor, are you? And you’re certainly not… (Reads.) ‘Antony Bile: MA, Senior Professor of Psychiatrics, Wadham College Oxford.’
MANIAC. I never said I was.
BURTON. Of course you did. You’ve got a bloody business card.
MANIAC. Business card? Who said it was a business card?
BURTON. Well, what is it then?
MANIAC. It’s very clearly a script.
BURTON. A what? A script?
MANIAC. The pages are small, I grant you, but the formatting is unmistakable. Look at the punctuation. (Reads.) Antony Bile, colon, indicating that what follows is, of course, my line.
BURTON. Okay, go on then, so you say… M-A.
MANIAC. I say Ma. Well, I shout it. It’s capitalised because I’m shouting you see. MA! I’m calling my mother. And then I turn to the members of our group, hence the comma, to signify a shift of perspective and say ‘Senior Professor of Psychiatrics’ to get his attention and then another comma as I turn to the spire that looms up ahead, ‘Wadham College Oxford.’ We’re approaching by bus, you see. This is all perfectly clear in context.
BURTON. You really expect me to believe this is from a play?
MANIAC. Of course, I’ll perform if for you.
The MANIAC acts sitting on a bus. And seeing something.
MA, Senior Professor of Psychiatrics, Wadham College Oxford!
BURTON. That’s fucking rubbish.
MANIAC (offended). Well, you clearly haven’t seen much theatre. I can give you a crash course