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Jez Butterworth

The River

A bewitching play by Jez Butterworth, author of the global smash-hit Jerusalem. Premiered at the Royal Court Theatre in 2012.
On a moonless night in August when the sea trout are ready to run, a man brings his new girlfriend to the remote family cabin where he has come for the fly-fishing since he was a boy. But she's not the only woman he has brought here — or indeed the last…
'A delicately unfolding puzzle… all of it is wrapped in marvelous language… extraordinary.' The Times
'One of the best productions of the year… a magnetically eerie, luminously beautiful psychodrama.' Time Out
'Strange, eerie, tense… Butterworth possesses a singular talent.' Guardian
37 printed pages
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Original publication
2012
Publication year
2012
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Quotes

  • roey maliach-reshefhas quoted4 years ago
    THE OTHER WOMAN. Shouting.

    THE MAN. When.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. By the river. I was shouting too.

    THE MAN. Where? When?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. So you didn’t hear.

    THE MAN. Wait. Stop. Why were you shouting? If nothing was wrong why were you shouting. If you weren’t hurt or being eaten by a wolf or… drowning… If everything was fine, why were you shouting?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I’ll show you.

    She reaches in her bag and pulls out an enormous sea trout. Three pounds. Slaps it on the table.

    THE MAN. Where did you get that?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I’ll give you three guesses.

    THE MAN. Fuck me. She’s enormous.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. She? She’s a girl?

    THE MAN. A grilse. She’s straight from the sea.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. That’s right. A grilse. That’s what Danny said she was.

    THE MAN. Jesus! (Stops.) Danny? Who’s Danny?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. A fisherman.

    THE MAN. Where?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. By the river. I met him in the dark. Nice bloke. He helped me land him. Her.

    THE MAN. He helped you.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Yes.

    Beat.

    THE MAN. Well, good for him. You were lucky then. They’re not easy to land. Not for a novice. Not alone. Jesus. It must be three pounds.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Three pounds three-and-a-half ounces. Danny weighed it.

    Beat.

    THE MAN. Did he.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. He was really helpful. Danny said the sea trout have been shy all summer. He’s a plumber. And a drummer. But he’s thinking of leaving. The singer’s a prat. So we had a chat. Then we shared a quick spliff. Then Danny took a look at that thing you tied on the end of my rod, that orange thingy. What was it called?

    THE MAN. An Orange Darter.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Right. He cut that off and put on something else.

    THE MAN. What? What did he put on?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. A Monster Munch.
  • roey maliach-reshefhas quoted4 years ago
    OTHER WOMAN. I was down by the river.

    THE MAN. Where by the river?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Where you left me.

    THE MAN. I looked there.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Well / that’s where I was.

    THE MAN. I shouted and shouted. Where were you?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Where were you?

    THE MAN. I called the police.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. What? Why?

    THE MAN. I’ve been talking to the fucking… Just now.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. The police?!

    THE MAN. They were going to send a fucking helicopter. I was shouting and shouting. Up and down for two hours.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I got bored.

    THE MAN. What?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I was just standing there in the dark. It was boring. I went for a walk.

    THE MAN. Where?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Up the river.

    THE MAN. And you didn’t tell me.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I couldn’t find you.

    THE MAN. You fucking idiot.

    THE OTHER WOMAN laughs. He goes to hug her.

    I’m sorry. I was so worried.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare –

    THE MAN. I just… I thought something – I thought… Are you okay. You look pale.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I’m fine.

    THE MAN. Your eyes are red. Have you been crying?

    THE OTHER WOMAN. Do I look like I’ve been crying?

    THE MAN. You look like you’ve been crying.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I haven’t been crying.

    THE MAN. Whiskey. I need a whiskey. You need a whiskey. We need whiskey. (Starts searching cupboards.) Where’s the fucking whiskey? It was right here. Here in this drawer. Where the fuck’s it gone? I can’t believe you didn’t hear me. I was shouting for hours.

    THE OTHER WOMAN. I didn’t hear you. Did you hear me?

    THE MAN. What? When?
  • roey maliach-reshefhas quoted4 years ago
    MAN. What?

    THE WOMAN. No you don’t, chum. I’m not the one he took to his cabin who got sunburn. Splinter Girl. The Table-Mover. I want to be shaken to my core. I want a million lightning bolts shot up my arse. Give me the poem.

    THE MAN. Honestly you / don’t have to.

    THE WOMAN. Give me the poem.

    THE MAN. It’s your holiday…

    THE WOMAN. Then give me the poem.

    He looks at her. He gives her the poem.

    (Reads.) ‘After Moonless Midnight.

    I waded, deepening, and the fish

    Listened for me. They watched my each move

    Through their magical skins. In the stillness

    Their eyes waited, furious with gold brightness,

    Their gills moved. And in their thick sides

    The power waited. And in their torpedo

    Concentration, their mouth-aimed intent

    Their savagery waited, and their explosion.

    They waited for me… The whole river

    Listened to me… and, blind,

    Invisibly watched me. And held me deeper

    With its blind invisible hands

    “We’ve got him” it whispered. “We’ve got him”.’

    They look at each other.

    Darkness.

    The river, rushing.

    The cabin. Lit by a paraffin lamp. THE MAN, fishing jacket, pacing, alone. Sweating. Dialing a number on his phone.

    THE MAN. Hello. Hello? (Looks at his phone. Bad signal. Shakes it. Finds a place to stand where it works. Dials again.) Hello? Police. Someone is missing. A woman. She went to the river. We were fishing. There’s no moon. I lost her. In the dark. Hello? (Looks at it.) Fuck. (Rage.) Fuck it. (Bangs it on the table. Puts it to his ear.) Hello? (Beat.) Yes. Hello? Hello? Who’s – ? Who are – ? I was talking to a woman. A police… (Beat.) Okay. Sir. (Beat.) Between St Crispin’s and the Long Pool. The long stretch under the oak trees. Yes. (Beat.) I don’t know. It was pitch dark. I called and called. (Listens.) She’s thirty. About five six, slim build. She’s wearing a… my fishing jacket. My old fishing jacket. It’s green. And –

    A door bangs offstage.

    Wait. Wait there. Hold on. (Calls.) Who is it? Is that you?

    WOMAN’S VOICE (off). Here!

    THE MAN. Thank Christ.

    WOMAN’S VOICE (off). Quick come see!

    THE MAN. Thank fuck. (Into phone.) Sorry. I’m sorry. She’s back. False alarm. I’m extremely sorry. Thank you. Thank you. (Hangs up. Closes eyes.) Thank you.

    Enter THE OTHER WOMAN. She stands in the lantern glow.

    Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for two hours. Where the fuck were you?

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