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The Back (Best Drama of the 2003 National University Drama Festival)

Characters:

Lydia Wilder (Lydia.

Fisher)

——

The head of the United Ferry Company and the head of the Fisher family.

Lisa Ritchie

(Lisa

Fisher)

-Lydia's sister

.

Reed.

Fisher-Lydia and Lisa's younger brother, the youngest member of the Fisher family. Branch manager.

Lydia's husband Tantu Wilder is the manager of the ferry company.

Lisa's husband Burnand Ritchie runs the Spring View Hotel.

Burnand's younger brother, Glen Ritchie, helps in the hotel.

Victor Casey, Lydia's personal secretary.

Jill, a famous detective and clever, is Burnand's friend.

The first field

There is a couch on the left side of the stage and a table in the middle. Obviously, I just finished eating on the table. Some plates are stacked and there are some tableware around. There are three chairs around the table and a wine cabinet on the right. )

When the noise starts, the music starts. On the stage, Lydia and Tantu are sitting on the sofa, Lisa is sitting in a chair at the dining table, and Burnand is busy. )

Lydia is undoubtedly beautiful, but the queen-like light on her face more or less offsets the charm of her face itself. Her gestures are obviously superior pride, and her tone will never change for anyone. Her laughter never makes any sound, indicating her attitude, and gestures will also assist and strengthen this effect.

As the husband of a strong woman, the smooth road is not as weak as imagined. His back is hard and his tone is calm. Many times, he was interrupted by his wife and always laughed it off. He seems to be friendly and warm to everyone. He seems to care about everything. But after getting along for a long time, you will find that what he really cares about is himself. Maybe it can be called hypocrisy, but he turned such shortcomings into personal temperament and had to admire it.

Lisa and her sister are two sides of the same apple. Although the appearance is similar, the color is completely different. Lisa is gentle and considerate. It is the kind of wife that men want to see most when they come home. No matter the tone, eyes, movements and steps, they are as soft as those who are afraid of hurting things around them. Please note that I didn't say she was as fragile as Daiyu. Besides, Daiyu stabbed too much, but she didn't. To describe her, I just need to emphasize tenderness.

Lydia:

Oh, my God. Burnand, usually not many guests come to your small hotel. How can servants make such a fuss?

(Burnand)

Burnand has the tall figure and strong face that a mature man should have.

However, if we conclude that he is mature enough, we really overestimate him. His mastery of hotel management is like a natural leader, but his unprincipled optimism about the world makes us find that he lacks basic political consciousness. Thank God, he loves his wife. He loves this country, this world and this life. So he is happy, at least he thinks so. Let him live comfortably on the island. Don't think he is an unattractive person. He looks like a nobleman in front of people.

Bernard: (rubbing hands) What's the matter, Lydia? Do you think steak was served too slowly just now?

Lydia:

Not exactly. I mean, there aren't many people here. Look at your place. It's really a mess.

jasmine

Mountain:

Sister, don't run on him. Bly didn't want anyone to disturb our family reunion, so he sent all the servants back this weekend. He cleaned the house by himself.

Lydia: What's the matter, Lisa? Did you feel sad after what he said just now?

jasmine

Mountain:

Sister! ! !

Burnand: (in case his wife thinks he is in a bad mood) Don't worry, Lydia. Cocktails will be ready soon. I made my own recipe, and I believe it suits your taste. It will make you feel better if you are not properly greeted.

Lydia: Really? Then I have to be mentally prepared. Ha ha.

(Reid gets on the bus with a bottle and a glass in his hand)

Reed is different from those pampered dudes in London. They have been interested in all boring things since childhood. Reed, after all, behaved himself for many years when his old father was alive, and once wanted to do something. Until the unfair treatment he inherited was hit, he decided to give up all enterprising, which was the beginning of depravity. When his share of money was used up, he began to ask his sister for it directly. He was not discouraged when he touched a nail and decided to practice to death. His clothes are always clean, and the lace patterns on the neckline and cuffs never last for a month. Although he has no title, he prefers to be called "sir". Only in front of his sister will he put everything down and feel at ease as a younger brother.

In the sea/sea

Fred: Sorry, I can't wait. Seeing that there is a ready-made one in the cellar, I have to open a bottle first anyway. (To Burnand) By the way, I can tell you which ones will sell well in the city.

jasmine

Sa: (angry) reed! Shame on you.

Bernard: (forgivingly) That's all right, dear. Let him go.

Lydia: Burnand, don't you have a barrel bar?

jasmine

Mountain:

Sister, now is not the time to make wine. The bucket is empty.

Lydia: That's reassuring. At least Reid won't move the barrel into the living room. Look at his bones. He may have broken his waist.

jasmine

Sa: (covering his mouth) Haha.

In the sea/sea

Fred: (dismissively) Oh, really, dear sisters, if I really broke my waist, a dozen girls would cry for me.

jasmine

Sa: (to Burnand) Look, honey, he is very proud.

Lydia: Our brother is an important figure in London society. You know, Lisa, there are more girls waiting in line for him to invite him to dinner every day than the green beans on the plate just now.

Burnand: (goes to the other side and asks his wife quietly) Does Lydia think she has less green beans for dinner?

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Photo: I think ...

Lydia: (Interrupting) Honey, you don't have to feel anything. If you are helping Reid, I will tell you that no one here laughs at him. If you feel envious and want to ask for some kind of power, there is nothing I can do.

smooth

Figure:

No, no, of course not. certainly not ...

Burnand: Come here, Glen. Here are some plates.

(in Glen)

Glenridge is not handsome, but he seems to have won the favor of others. Maybe his big eyes seem to have a lot of things that people want to know. He is short, so he looks more like a child in front of his brother. When he gets to know you, he will show his stubbornness and naivety. If he believes in something, he will close his thin lips, and no one can easily convince him. In this respect, the artist's temperament more or less reflects a little.

Lydia: Wait, Glen, pass me the handkerchief on the table first.

(Glen quickly walks over and hands it to her, and immediately turns around and walks away)

Lydia: (shaking her handkerchief sarcastically) Wow, you still don't seem to care about people.

Burnand:

Lydia, please don't mind. My brother is spoiled by me.

Lydia:

Stop it, Burnand. You will never be as good at spoiling your brother as I am. Right, reed?

(Lisa quietly pulls raglan's sleeve, and Glen shakes his head and carries the plate. )

(Reid whispers to Tantu, and Smart knocks at the door)

Smart is not the kind of person who looks like a detective, just as Polo is just a bad old man in the eyes of most people. Smart is not old, after all, he is not far from the age of complacency. Years of office work made him look bloated, but he didn't care. In his words, he is only responsible for identifying criminals, and catching criminals is a matter for the police. Smart always speaks politely, and the sharpness of his words will only be revealed when dealing with cases. At the moment, he is wearing summer clothes and a sun hat, wiping his sweat and knocking at the door.

Burnand:

Strange, who could it be?

Smart: (affectionately) Hello, Burnand. Another year passed.

Bernard: (enthusiastically) Ah, Jill! Where are you from, old friend?

Smart: London, of course. It is hot enough.

Burnand: (puzzled) Didn't you say in the telegram that you wouldn't come here for a holiday this year?

Clever: (helpless) Oh, yes, who would have thought? Suddenly, a client asked me to meet him.

Burnand: Here? What time? Why didn't I get any call to book a room?

Smart: (faintly) Maybe he will arrive tomorrow. This mysterious client was introduced by an old friend. Otherwise, I won't run around in such hot weather. Fortunately, this is a beautiful place, and I can have a good rest before I start working. (Pause) What's the matter? According to you, it seems inconvenient for me to come here now?

Burnand: Oh, no, of course not. It's just that the hotel is closed today, so I need to make room for a small family gathering. Oh, you better come in!

Glen! Come here, we have guests. ...

(Glenn Rich)

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Lan: Are you calling me?

Burnand:

(walks over and hands the luggage to Glen) Take the luggage upstairs. (To the wise man) Come, let me introduce my family to you.

Smart: My pleasure.

(Glenn Rich)

Bernard: (excitedly) Lisa, dear. Look who this is.

jasmine

Sa: (Salute) It's Mr. Jill. How have you been recently?

Clever: Same as before. Madam, I haven't seen you for days, but you are getting more and more beautiful.

jasmine

Sa: (skillful smile) Hehe, Mr. Jill, your mouth is so sweet.

Clever: (seeing the man on the sofa, looking back) It seems that these three are meeting for the first time.

Bernard: Ah ... this is ... (Interrupt)

jasmine

Sa: (I didn't mean to grab the white paper, which made Burnand's hand stop in the air for a while, but he didn't feel unhappy) This is my sister Lydia Wilder (putting her hand on her shoulder), and this is her husband Tantu Wilder. (to Lydia) Sister, this is Mr. Smart Gill from London.

Intelligence:

Nice to meet you.

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Photo: (stands up and shakes hands with Smart) Of course, so do we, sir.

jasmine

Di:

(Proud) Excuse me, what's your occupation in London?

Clever: (humble) co-founded a detective agency.

Lydia: (quickly) So what do you do?

Bernard: (thinking she didn't hear you clearly) Lydia, didn't Mr. Smart say anything? He is a detective.

Lydia: (sarcastically) I know. I'm just curious. How do you so-called detectives work on weekdays? Whether it's looking at footprints on the ground with a magnifying glass or sitting in an office looking at photos.

(The people around you suddenly feel embarrassed, and suddenly there is silence. Only Reid makes the sound of drinking. )

Smart: (Laughter) You probably think it's natural that we are exposed to cases of dead people every day. However, the work of the detective agency is not as exciting as outsiders think ... (under careful consideration), and more often we just look up information as boring as ditch water.

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Figure: (trying to enliven the atmosphere) In that case, these jobs are always boring.

Intelligence:

It's not too bad. Although I have to support my family, I can't pray for others to commit crimes. At least from the bottom of my heart, I still hope that everything in this world is calm.

smooth

Figure: In this way, there are not many things you can do in a year.

Smart: (politely explaining) Sir, the scope of our work is far larger than you think now. We are involved in many legal affairs. Well, on the whole, I prefer to accept some entrustment such as inheritance disputes to solve the confusion in the will for those orphans and widows who are helpless. At least this will reduce unnecessary disputes and get a good return.

Lydia: Well, if I go to heaven one day, my legacy witnesses will definitely count you in.

jasmine

Sa: (discontentedly) Sister!

Lydia: (motioning with her hand) Hehe, just kidding. Burnand, why not invite this, oh ... this? ...

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Photo: (softly) It's Mr. Jill. ...

Lydia: Oh, sure. Why not ask Mr. Jill to sit down?

Burnand: (Not nervous) Oh, when, of course.

jasmine

Lisa: Oh, dear, I almost forgot. Mr. Smart, this is my brother Reid Fisher, the youngest member of our family.

In the sea/sea

Fred: (self-deprecating) It doesn't matter. You don't have to care about me. They will always do this to me. Mr. Smart, right? Nice to meet you. Come on! Let's drink to this indifference.

jasmine

Mountain:

It really is too much of you. Stop drinking. One day you will die for it.

(Reid gets up and hides on the other side of the sofa)

In the sea/sea

De:

Mr smart, can you tell us some stories about murder and kidnapping?

jasmine

Mountain:

Reed. It's rude to do so! He is still young (to a wise man). I hope you don't mind. ...

In the sea/sea

De:

Hey, don't forget, I am not the youngest here. It's that Glenn Ritchie.

When his father's factory caught fire (Lisa coughed deliberately), he confirmed it when he celebrated his fifteenth birthday in our garden.

jasmine

Mountain:

Don't talk nonsense, I remember you were in granby for three months.

In the sea/sea

De:

Okay, here we go again! Why do you always treat my words as nonsense? He came up. Ask him yourself.

(in Granridge)

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Lan: Your luggage has been put away, sir. Here’s your room key.

Smart: Oh, thank you.

Burnand: (walks up to Glenn and presses his shoulder) Smart, this is my brother Glenn. He has just returned from studying painting in Paris (Glenn's discontented reminder-art), and now he has come to help. (To Glen) Glen, the clever Jill.

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Lan: Hello, Mr. Smart. (shaking hands)

Smart: Hello, Mr. Rich.

(When Glen talks to Smart, Lisa finally gives up taking Reed's wine. )

Lydia:

Burnand, you can't stop talking. Think about what you are going to do.

Bernard: (patting his forehead) Oh, I almost forgot, wine! Smart, sit down. I'll get cocktails.

Smart: (Leaning again) Oh, you're welcome.

(Burnand)

(Glen begins to take out a cloth to clean the table, and Reid walks up to him and asks his birthday, overlapping with the following words)

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Photo: (looking at his wife first) Are you here on business this time?

Clever: (seems to wake up from thinking) Ah, yes.

Lydia: (absent-minded) So, who are you going to share the inheritance with?

Smart: (seriously) Well, I haven't met the client yet, so I can't talk about it.

In the sea/sea

De:

Don't lie to me. My tongue is very clever.

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Lan:

Okay, okay, yes. The bottle of wine is on the top of the shelf without a label.

In the sea/sea

De:

For the record, Glenn is really younger than me.

Lydia:

You proved once again how big the gap is between your intelligence and your age.

smooth

Figure:

(Smiling gratified at his wife) Hehe, isn't it nice to be energetic like a reed forever?

(On Burnander, holding a plate, he gave the cup to everyone on the stage except Lisa. When she arrived at Reed Hospital, Lisa grabbed the cup. )

Burnand: (a little nervous) Thank you for waiting for me.

Clever: (blurting out) Ah, it's delicious. Isn't it? Ma' am

jasmine

Mountain:

It's a pity that I can't drink well. I've never tasted Bly's bartending skills.

(The smooth road tried to say something, but it suddenly stopped)

Lydia: (Slowly) Burnand, if this is what you call careful planning, I can only say that. (shaking his head and spreading his hand)

Everyone looked at Lydia with nothing to say, and the atmosphere seemed a little tense. Smart looks at the scene with great interest)

Lydia: (Laughing a little teasing) Thank you.

jasmine

Sa: (sighs with relief and has a strange feeling) Sister.

Lydia looked at Lisa and tried to reach out, but finally she withdrew her hand. At this moment, Vitka hopes to stride forward with his briefcase.

Victor seems to have served in the army. Whether standing or sitting, his back is straight. He spoke without moving his eyes or even turning his shoulders. His words are simple and clear. After working under Lydia for so many years, he knows how to convey information best and most efficiently, and how to get the clearest instructions in feedback. When he is silent, you can see what he is thinking, but you can't see what he is thinking. But when he looks at you, you will find him trustworthy. The whole stadium, the most puzzling is probably him.

keep

Special:

Miss Lydia,

Lydia: (also in a businesslike tone) Ah, here you are.

keep

Special:

Yes, the last boat today. Here are some documents that you need to sign.

Lydia: I'll look back. Put it in my room first.

keep

Lester: (picks up the file) OK.

smooth

Photo: (Dissatisfied) Dear, isn't this a pure family gathering?

Lydia: (as if to contradict him) Yes, but it doesn't affect my business conversation with Victor, does it? I don't think I need to explain to you why I brought my business here. You should also know that I have to work every day to support you, right? Of course, fortunately, there are people like Victor who can be trusted. Burnand, you still have the room I asked you to live in. Can you give the key to Victor?

Burnand: It's done. I put the typewriter you asked me to prepare in it.

(Burnand takes out the key, and Victor takes it, ready to go upstairs)

In the sea/sea

Fred: (stands up) Ah, Kathy, it's nice to meet you here. How about cocktails?

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Lester: (picks up the wine) Thank you very much, Reid. Your new dress is very beautiful. If I am not mistaken, this style seems to be the most popular this year.

In the sea/sea

Fred: (happily) Great. I thought you were stuck in the office every day and knew nothing about the outside world.

keep

Lester: (accidentally) I bought the perfume you asked me to help you find, which was specially sprayed on stationery.

In the sea/sea

Fred: Really? That's great. (glancing behind him) Let's come and talk.

(Since then, the two have been whispering to each other on the right side of the stage, and then get off. )

Lydia: What time is it?

smooth

Figure:

Oh, let me see, it's almost 7: 30.

Lydia: It's boring. The evening is slow enough. A lot of boring people … um … Glenn-Glenn-add some wine to my glass.

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Lan:

Coming, coming.

Lydia sneezed when Glenn poured the wine, and the wine spilled on her clothes.

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Lan: Oh, I'm sorry.

Lydia: Why are you so clumsy!

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Lan: (step back) I didn't realize that you would ...

Lydia: (lowers her head) Oh, no …

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Lan: I'm sorry, ok, but isn't it just a skirt?

Lydia: You, you, do you know what you're talking about? My poor skirt, do you know how hard it is to buy? Do you know how exquisite this material is? You idiot, your intelligence is less than one tenth of that of ordinary people. Don't touch me. Like your clumsy brother, you only bring trouble.

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Lan: (very dissatisfied) I'm sorry, please take back what you just said.

Lydia: Why, isn't it? You are such people, such as you stupid waiters. These things that are worse than washing the pot should have been taken away from me a long time ago. No wonder I feel so miserable tonight. Tantu, take him away.

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Lan: You are an unreasonable woman who can only scream hysterically. It's none of my business to insist on wearing a skirt It's your own rash and sneezing. Blame yourself.

Lydia: You are so sophistry, Burnand. This is the good brother you raised outside. Hum, it's ridiculous to want to be a painter when you give up halfway.

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Lan: Listen, what I want to do, what I want to do, is none of your business.

Smart: Well, madam.

Lydia: Please shut up, detective. This environment doesn't need your reasoning. Don't let me discount your good impression.

Burnand: (suddenly speaking) Glen, go back to your room.

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Lan:

Dude, you're still helping her. She did just that. ...

Burnand: (seems angry, but has a little request) Glen-

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Lan: (looking at Burnand and Lydia) I'd love to, so I don't have to talk to a madman anymore. (turns away)

Lydia: (contemptuously) Stop. Do you think you have the right to lose your temper? Do you think you are still a child? If you feel wronged, go back to bed and cry.

jasmine

Sa: Sister.

Lydia: I'm sorry, dear. Did I embarrass you? Then continue to be embarrassed. (stands up) I think I'll go back to my room and rest. Don't follow me. I want to be alone. (rushes to the stage and whispers) Ha, what family reunion? Whose idea was this?

(Lydia goes down, Reid goes up, and Reid is pushed)

In the sea/sea

Fred: What happened to her father? Forget it. Don't tell me. I'm not interested in it. I know I didn't do it this time anyway. (walks to the table and sits down)

smooth

Photo: (to everyone) I think I'd better go down and persuade her. (below)

jasmine

Sa: Oh, sister, how could she do this? There are guests here! (Sit down and cover your chest) Alas!

Burnand: Smart, I'm sorry to make you laugh. Lisa, what's the matter with you? Are you sick?

Smart: I think I'll go back ...

Burnand: No, no, no, don't spoil your fun, Glen! Come and talk to Mr. Smart. Excuse me for a moment. (pulls Glenn to sit down) My brother is actually quite good, but he is a little stubborn. Glenn, don't be a child.

(Clever to help Lisa)

In the sea/sea

Fred: (having another drink) Huh? It seems that everyone has left. Well, I have to do my own thing, Mr. Smart. I'm glad to see you tonight. I hope to see you again tomorrow.

Smart: Yes, sir. Good night (under the reeds)

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Lan: (with a wry smile) You must think I'm rude. My brother's face may embarrass me.

Smart: As far as I know, your big brother has always been proud of you. What happened today was just a minor accident.

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Lan:

Maybe. I don't want to talk about what just happened. By the way, Mr smart, are you really a detective? I think your career is mysterious. Much more colorful than my life. (getting up) My brother sent me to Paris to study medicine. I really have no interest at all. Looking at pale clothes, test tubes and faces every day makes people feel terrible. So I secretly began to learn art.

Intelligence:

Everyone's life has its own trajectory. My career is my own choice. In fact, the job of detective is not mysterious, but anyone can do it by observing life carefully, collecting evidence carefully and reasoning simply. The only difference is that some people have a higher correct rate.

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Lan: Mr. Smart, I want to ask you some questions about your career. I should say I have an opinion on something.

Clever: Ask whatever you want.

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Lan:

When studying art, you will often encounter similarities between different arts, because art is essentially the same, but do you think crime is art?

Smart: This issue has been discussed in the fields of criminal investigation and performance art.. At present, well, there is still no absolute answer.

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Lan: What do you think?

Clever: To put it simply, I don't quite agree. Art needs appreciation. If the crime is perfect, no one will know. So where can there be appreciation? But if anyone knows, this crime will be established naturally, and it is not perfect at all. In such a predicament, crime can't be an art.

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Lan: But what if you finish the crime and tell others?

Clever: That's tantamount to pleading guilty, which doesn't conform to the rules of a normal criminal. Unless, of course, he really wants to prove something!

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Lan: So you still think this will happen. It's just that no one did it.

Smart: No, let's put it this way. I don't believe there is a perfect crime in this world. As long as a person commits an unforgivable crime, he will leave something to be punished in the future.

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Lan: Why is this not like a detective's words, but like a priest's exhortation? ,

Cleverness: Priests and detectives have the same views on good and evil, but the scale of punishment is different. I've said enough tonight. What I want to say next is-good night! Sir, you need to meet the client tomorrow, but you have to make some preparations.

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Lan: (looking at the clock) Well, it's time for me to clean the kitchen, too.

There was a scream from the audience: Oh, come on, sister, she died in the room. )

(Glen is about to speak when he hears a scream. Two people immediately stood up. The clever one goes to the table at once.

Burnand: (flustered) What's the matter? I can't hear Lisa screaming. Upstairs.

Smart: We'd better have a look at it at once.

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Lan: OK, let's go right away.