Read some of our scripts.
L.O. ~ to write
a play script
Sophie and Rosie
(The boys
are in the work room starving to death while pulling blistering rope)
Jacob: (dramatically) This rope is really chaffing up my fingers!
Harry: You think you’ve got it bad…… just look at these
blisters they’ve taken over
me. (Shows
his hands to the boys)
Jacob, Jack, Oliver: Err
they’re disgusting!
Oliver: (Big sigh, angrily) I don’t want to do this! (Slams
down rope) I’m sick of it!
Jack: We’ve got to do this otherwise we won’t get
any gruel for supper.
(Sarcastically) UGH. Not like we
get much anyway.
Harry: (demandingly)
If I don’t get any gruel soon I’m going to turn cannibal and eat
one of you
lot. (Bares and grits his teeth)
Jack, Oliver, Jacob: (Cowers away.)
Jack: I’m so empty I
actually feel faint. (holds his hand to his head and tips head back)
Oliver: Don’t be such
a girl Jack!
Jack: But Oliver you must be hungry too!
Oliver: Why of course I am, I would kill for a lovely roast
chicken.
Jack: (Dreamily) Especially with crispy, roast potatoes.
Oliver and Jack: Mmm…. (Both stare up at the sky imagining
their favourite foods)
Jacob: Snap out of it and stop day dreaming - we’ve got to
think sensible!
Harry: (grins like
Cheshire cat) I’ve got an idea!
Jack: You and your
ideas Harry!
Harry: Look do you want to hear it or not?
Oliver: Not-Can you remember last Saturday when you said if
we made a fuss about orphanage we’d get a tuppence because Mrs Mann would feel
sorry for us-
Jack: Yeah and guess
what happened?
Jack, Jacob and Oliver: (look at Harry sternly)
Harry: I don’t care I’m going to tell you anyway. One of us h..a..s to ask for some more food!
Jacob, Oliver, Jack: (stare at him in amazement) Are you
crazy?
Oliver: We’ll be hanged!
Jacob: Or sent to Australia as convicts!
Jack: (nervously) O..oo..r..r Exxx..ecuted!
All: (shivers)
Jacob: Well one of has to do it I suppose… or we’ll starve.
I’ll start bagsey not me!
Oliver, Harry, Jack: Bagsey not me !
Harry: I know…
Oliver: Know what…
Harry: We’ll draw lots.
Oliver, Jack, Jacob: D..r..a..w l..o..t..s?
(Harry pulls out some string)
Harry: Ok boys whoever gets the shortest has to ask Mr Beadle
for more food.
Oliver: Like we said
before
Jacob, Jack, Oliver:
You’re crazy!
Harry: Just pick one already!
(boys pick out pieces one by one)
Oliver: (looks down at his tiny wisp of string)
Oliver: Why is it always me? Please Harry why can’t you just
do it you’re the oldest?
Harry: Sorry Twisty it’s all on – you!
(The
bell goes and the boys cheer and line up at the door)
Harry: It’s your time to shine Twisty, Make sure you do it
we’ll be watching you.
(Oliver
joins the back of the queue drowning his head in sorrow)
L.O.: To write a
play script
Scene 2 by Max and
Morgan
(Boys
sitting on the floor, pulling rope in the workhouse)
Harry: (groaning) My hands ache after sorting all
this rope, now I’ve got
blisters.
Bob: (huge sigh) Yeah same here, it’s always the
same rope, rope and
more rope!
Oliver: I’m really tired, last night the person next
to me in bed was kicking
me over and over again. At least he kept me warm though. I
was up early all night.
Jeff: How much
longer is it until supper? I’m starving I could eat a roast dinner.
Harry: (smartly) I’m hungrier than all of you combined
because I could eat
a horse.
Oliver: Yeah right I could eat all the animals in the world.
Bob: Quit it all of you, you’re meant to be pulling
the rope or you won’t get
any food at all. On the subject of food, you are making me
starving.
Jeff: (staring out of the window, thinking.) I
know! ’ve got a plan, one of
us should ask Mr. Beadle for some more gruel or better food
because everyone is going to starve to death.
Harry: (Sarcastically) Good idea.
Bob: No it’s terrible. We could get
hanged or…
Harry: (Interrupting) …Or sent to Australia as a convict.
Oliver: Or canned, anyway it’s just a bad idea and we
shouldn’t do it.
Jeff: (ignoring Oliver) Well if you don’t think it’s I good
idea then your all chickens, yep
all of you.
Everyone else: I’m not a chicken we’ll do it.
Jeff: Good…but how do we choose who asks Mr. Beadle.
Harry: How about we draw lots?(put’s a finger up in the air)
Jeff: Yeah, that’s actually a good idea for once.
Oliver: ok.
Let’s get on with it.
(Everyone
picks a straw)
Oliver:
w…w…why do I have to ask for some gruel.
Harry:
Because you got the shortest straw.
Bob: yes,
Ha Ha unlucky Twist.
(Bell rings
for supper and Oliver slowly walks to the dining hall)
LO: To
write a play script
Scene
2 – The Work Room by Xanthe and Blythe
(Boys pulling rope)
Harry:
(Groaning) I am starving!
Adrian:
Me too! But we need to get this done this work won’t do it itself!
Bill:
(sad sigh) I wish it would.
Harry:
I am dying for a warm roast dinner right now! (Rubs tummy)
Adrian:
Or a hot bowl of beef stew!
Bill:
All this food talk is making me hungrier.
Harry: I swear if I had
better hands I would rip one of your limbs of and eat it! (Does
tearing motion with hands)
Adrian:
I am just thankful you have bad hands.
Bill:
Hey … guys one of us should have to ask the master for more food.
(The room goes silent,
everyone stare’s at Bill)
Adrian
+ Harry: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND WE WOULD BE HUNG OR GET SENT TO AUSTRAILA!
Oliver:
I think we should do it … but … who will?
Adrian:
We it’s not going to be me!
Harry:
Well I’m not doing it!
Oliver:
Who will? I know raise your hand if you will.
(No one
raises their hand)
Bill:
I know lets draw straws the one who gets the shortest has to do it!
( Bill takes straws out
of his pocket at puts them in his hand so they can’t see the length)
Bill:
Take one and who ever gets the shortest you have no choice you HAVE to do it.
(They all
pick a straw, Oliver get the shortest)
Bill
& Adrian & Harry: Well looks like you’re doing it Oliver.
Oliver:
M…m…me? I have to do it?
Harry:
Yeah, you go the shortest you have to.
Bill:
Hurry up some of us are starving here!
Oliver: B … b … but (tears fall down his face)
(The bell rings)
Adrian: No buts now go!
(The boy’s line up Oliver slowly walks to the end of the
line)
