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  Table of Contents

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  Title Page

  Production History

  The Players

  Epigraph

  Scene One

  Scene Two

  Scene Three

  Scene Four

  Scene Five

  Scene Six

  Copyright Page

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  4 Paul Oscher

  who taught me how 2 throw the cards

  In January 1999 I was thinking about a play I’d written seven years earlier called The America Play. In that play’s first act we watch a black man who has fashioned a career for himself: he sits in an arcade impersonating Abraham Lincoln and letting people come and play at shooting him dead—like John Wilkes Booth shot our sixteenth president in 1865 during a performance at Ford’s Theatre. So I was thinking about my old play when another black Lincoln impersonator, unrelated to the first guy, came to mind: a new character for a new play. This time I would just focus on his home life. This new Lincoln impersonator’s real name would be Lincoln. He would be a former 3-card monte hustler. He would live with his brother, a man named Booth.

  My interest in 3-card monte began one day when my husband Paul and I were walking along Canal Street and saw some guys doing the shell game. I was fascinated because, while I’d seen the scam before, this time I had someone whispering a running commentary in my ear, a kind of play-by-play, explaining the ins and outs of the scam, what was really going down. Sure enough the commentator was my husband. Turns out that, back in the days when he played in the Muddy Waters Blues Band, Paul would, for fun, hustle 3-card monte between sets. So when we got home that day he sat me down and showed me how to throw the cards.

  This is a play about family wounds and healing. Welcome to the family.

  Suzan-Lori Parks

  April 2002

  Production History

  Topdog/Underdog had its world premiere on July 22, 2001, at The Joseph Papp Public Theater/New York Shakespeare Festival (George C. Wolfe, Producer) with support from AT&T:OnStage. The director was George C. Wolfe. The scenic design was by Riccardo Hernández, costume design was by Emilio Sosa, lighting design was by Scott Zielinski, sound design was by Dan Moses Schreier, the production stage manager was Rick Steiger and the stage manager was Gwendolyn M. Gilliam. The cast was:

  Booth Don Cheadle

  Lincoln Jeffrey Wright

  Topdog/Underdog opened on Broadway at the Ambassador Theatre on April 7, 2002. The director was George C. Wolfe. The scenic design was by Riccardo Hernández, costume design was by Emilio Sosa, lighting design was by Scott Zielinski, sound design was by Dan Moses Schreier, the production stage manager was Rick Steiger and the stage manager was Gwendolyn M. Gilliam. The cast was:

  Booth Mos Def

  Lincoln Jeffrey Wright

  The Players

  Lincoln

  the topdog

  Booth

  (aka 3-Card), the underdog

  Place

  here

  Time

  now

  Author’s Notes: From the “Elements of Style”

  I’m continuing the use of my slightly unconventional theatrical elements. Here’s a road map.

  • (Rest)Take a little time, a pause, a breather; make a transition.

  • A SpellAn elongated and heightened (Rest). Denoted by repetition of figures’ names with no dialogue. Has sort of an architectural look:Lincoln

  Booth

  Lincoln

  Booth

  This is a place where the figures experience their pure true simple state. While no action or stage business is necessary, directors should fill this moment as they best see fit.

  • [Brackets in the text indicate optional cuts for production.]

  • (Parentheses around dialogue indicate softly spoken passages (asides; sotto voce)).

  I am God in nature;

  I am a weed by the wall.

  —Ralph Waldo Emerson

  From “Circles”

  Essays: First Series (1841)

  Scene One

  Thursday evening.

  A seedily furnished rooming house room.

  A bed, a reclining chair, a small wooden chair, some other stuff but not much else.

  Booth, a black man in his early 30s, practices his 3-card monte scam on the classic setup:

  3 playing cards and the cardboard playing board atop 2 mismatched milk crates.

  His moves and accompanying patter are, for the most part, studied and awkward.

  Booth

  Watch me close watch me close now: who-see-thuh-red-card-who-see-thuh-red-card? I-see-thuh-red-card. Thuh-red-card-is-thuh-winner. Pick-thuh-red-card-you-pick-uh-winner. Pick-uh-black-card-you-pick-uh-loser. Theres-thuh-loser, yeah, theres-thuh-black-card, theres-thuh-other-loser-and-theres-thuh-red-card, thuh-winner.

  (Rest)

  Watch me close watch me close now: 3-Card-throws-thuhcards-lightning-fast. 3-Card-thats-me-and-Ima-last. Watch-me-throw-cause-here-I-go. One-good-pickll-get-you-in, 2-good-picks-and-you-gone-win. See-thuh-red-card-see-thuh-red-card-who-see-thuh-red-card?

  (Rest)

  Dont touch my cards, man, just point to thuh one you want. You-pick-that-card-you-pick-a-loser, yeah, that-cards-a-loser. You-pick-that-card-thats-thuh-other-loser. You-pick-that-card-you-pick-a-winner. Follow that card. You gotta chase that card. You-pick-thuh-dark-deuce-thats-a-loser-other-dark-deuces-thuh-other-loser, red-deuce, thuh-deuce-of-heartsll-win-it-all. Follow thuh red card.

  (Rest)

  Ima show you thuh cards: 2 black cards but only one heart. Now watch me now. Who-sees-thuh-red-card-who-knows-where-its-at? Go on, man, point to thuh card. Put yr money down cause you aint no clown. No? Ah you had thuh card, but you didnt have thuh heart.

  (Rest)

  You wanna bet? 500 dollars? Shoot. You musta been watching 3-Card real close. Ok. Lay the cash in my hand cause 3-Cards thuh man. Thank you, mister. This card you say?

  (Rest)

  Wrong! Sucker! Fool! Asshole! Bastard! I bet yr daddy heard how stupid you was and drank himself to death just cause he didnt wanna have nothing to do witchu! I bet yr mama seen you when you was born and she wished she was dead, sucker! Ha Ha Ha! And 3-Card, once again, wins all thuh money!!

  (Rest)

  What? Cops looking my way? Fold up thuh game, and walk away. Sneak outa sight. Set up on another corner.

  (Rest)

  Yeah.

  (Rest)

  Having won the imaginary loot and dodged the imaginary cops, Booth sets up his equipment and starts practicing his scam all over again.

  Lincoln comes in quietly. He is a black man in his later 30s. He is dressed in an antique frock coat and wears a top hat and fake beard, that is, he is dressed to look like Abraham Lincoln. He surreptitiously walks into the room to stand right behind Booth, who, engrossed in his cards, does not notice Lincoln right away.

  Booth

  Watch me close watch me close now: who-see-thuh-red-card-who-see-thuh-red-card? I-see-thuh-red-card. Thuh-red-card-is-thuh-winner. Pick-thuh-red-card-you-pick-uh-winner. Pick-uh-black-card-you-pick-uh-loser. Theres-thuh-loser-yeah-theres-thuh-black-card, theres-thuh-other-loser-and-theres-thuh-red-card, thuh-winner. Don’t touch my cards, man, don’t—

  (Rest) Dont do that shit. Dont do that shit. Dont do that shit!

  Booth, sensing someone behind him, whirls around, pulling a gun from his pants. While the presence of Lincoln doesnt surprise him, the Lincoln costume does.

  Booth

>   And woah, man dont ever be doing that shit! Who thuh fuck you think you is coming in my shit all spooked out and shit. You pull that one more time I’ll shoot you!

  Lincoln

  I only had a minute to make the bus.

  Booth

  Bullshit.

  Lincoln

  Not completely. I mean, its either bull or shit, but not a complete lie so it aint bullshit, right?

  (Rest)

  Put yr gun away.

  Booth

  Take off the damn hat at least.

  Lincoln takes off the stovepipe hat.

  Booth puts his gun away.

  Lincoln

  Its cold out there. This thing kept my head warm.

  Booth

  I dont like you wearing that bullshit, that shit that bull that disguise that getup that motherdisfuckinguise anywhere in the daddy-dicksticking vicinity of my humble abode.

  Lincoln takes off the beard.

  Lincoln

  Better?

  Booth

  Take off the damn coat too. Damn, man. Bad enough you got to wear that shit all day you come up in here wearing it. What my women gonna say?

  Lincoln

  What women?

  Booth

  I got a date with Grace tomorrow. Shes in love with me again but she dont know it yet. Aint no man can love her the way I can. She sees you in that getup its gonna reflect bad on me. She coulda seen you coming down the street. Shit. Could be standing outside right now taking her ring off and throwing it on the sidewalk.

  Booth takes a peek out the window.

  Booth

  I got her this ring today. Diamond. Well, diamond-esque, but it looks just as good as the real thing. Asked her what size she wore. She say 7 so I go boost a size 6 and a half, right? Show it to her and she loves it and I shove it on her finger and its a tight fit right, so she cant just take it off on a whim, like she did the last one I gave her. Smooth, right?

  Booth takes another peek out the window.

  Lincoln

  She out there?

  Booth

  Nope. Coast is clear.

  Lincoln

  You boosted a ring?

  Booth

  Yeah. I thought about spending my inheritance on it but—take off that damn coat, man, you make me nervous standing there looking like a spook, and that damn face paint, take it off. You should take all of it off at work and leave it there.

  Lincoln

  I dont bring it home someone might steal it.

  Booth

  At least take it off there, then.

  Lincoln

  Yeah.

  (Rest)

  Lincoln takes off the frock coat and applies cold cream, removing the whiteface.

  Lincoln

  I was riding the bus. Really I only had a minute to make my bus and I was sitting in the arcade thinking, should I change into my street clothes or should I make the bus? Nobody was in there today anyway. Middle of the week middle of winter. Not like on weekends. Weekends the place is packed. So Im riding the bus home. And this kid asked me for my autograph. I pretended I didnt hear him at first. I’d had a long day. But he kept asking. Theyd just done Lincoln in history class and he knew all about him, he’d been to the arcade but, I dunno, for some reason he was tripping cause there was Honest Abe right beside him on the bus. I wanted to tell him to go fuck hisself. But then I got a look at him. A little rich kid. Born on easy street, you know the type. So I waited until I could tell he really wanted it, the autograph, and I told him he could have it for 10 bucks. I was gonna say 5, cause of the Lincoln connection but something in me made me ask for 10.

  Booth

  But he didnt have a 10. All he had was a penny. So you took the penny.

  Lincoln

  All he had was a 20. So I took the 20 and told him to meet me on the bus tomorrow and Honest Abe would give him the change.

  Booth

  Shit.

  Lincoln

  Shit is right.

  (Rest)

  Booth

  Whatd you do with thuh 20?

  Lincoln

  Bought drinks at Luckys. A round for everybody. They got a kick out of the getup.

  Booth

  You shoulda called me down.

  Lincoln

  Next time, bro.

  (Rest)

  You making bookshelves? With the milk crates, you making bookshelves?

  Booth

  Yeah, big bro, Im making bookshelves.

  Lincoln

  Whats the cardboard part for?

  Booth

  Versatility.

  Lincoln

  Oh.

  Booth

  I was thinking we dont got no bookshelves we dont got no dining room table so Im making a sorta modular unit you put the books in the bottom and the table top on top. We can eat and store our books. We could put the photo album in there.

  Booth gets the raggedy family photo album and puts it in the milk crate.

  Booth

  Youd sit there, I’d sit on the edge of the bed. Gathered around the dinner table. Like old times.

  Lincoln

  We just gotta get some books but thats great, Booth, thats real great.

  Booth

  Dont be calling me Booth no more, K?

  Lincoln

  You changing yr name?

  Booth

  Maybe.

  Lincoln

  Booth

  Lincoln

  What to?

  Booth

  Im not ready to reveal it yet.

  Lincoln

  You already decided on something?

  Booth

  Maybe.

  Lincoln

  You gonna call yrself something african? That be cool. Only pick something thats easy to spell and pronounce, man, cause you know, some of them african names, I mean, ok, Im down with the power to the people thing, but, no ones gonna hire you if they cant say yr name. And some of them fellas who got they african names, no one can say they names and they cant say they names neither. I mean, you dont want yr new handle to obstruct yr employment possibilities.

  Booth

  Lincoln

  Booth

  You bring dinner?

  Lincoln

  “Shango” would be a good name. The name of the thunder god. If you aint decided already Im just throwing it in the pot. I brought chinese.

  Booth

  Lets try the table out.

  Lincoln

  Cool.

  They both sit at the new table.

  The food is far away near the door.

  Lincoln

  Booth

  Lincoln

  I buy it you set it up. Thats the deal. Thats the deal, right?

  Booth

  You like this place?

  Lincoln

  Ssallright.

  Booth

  But a little cramped sometimes, right?

  Lincoln

  You dont hear me complain. Although that recliner sometimes Booth, man—no Booth, right—man, Im too old to be sleeping in that chair.

  Booth

  Its my place. You dont got a place. Cookie, she threw you out. And you cant seem to get another woman. Yr lucky I let you stay.

  Lincoln

  Every Friday you say mi casa es su casa.

  Booth

  Every Friday you come home with yr paycheck. Today is Thursday and I tell you brother, its a long way from Friday to Friday. All kinds of things can happen. All kinds of bad feelings can surface and erupt while yr little brother waits for you to bring in yr share.

  (Rest)

  I got my Thursday head on, Link. Go get the food.

  Lincoln doesnt budge.

  Lincoln

  You dont got no running water in here, man.

  Booth

  So?

  Lincoln

  You dont got no toilet you dont got no sink.

  Booth

  Bathrooms down the hall.

  Lincoln

&n
bsp; You living in thuh Third World, fool! Hey, I’ll get thuh food.