ACT ONE

Scene One

ANTHONY

On a Saturday night in January

I arrive at a flat

In Willesden Green

There are six

Seven

Guys here already

They greet me like an old friend

SIMON

Hey

MATT

Hey

CHRIS

Hey man

Good to see you

VIJAY

What’s up?

Haven’t seen you in a while

OLLIE

How’s you?

SAM

Heya

MIKE

Hey

You’re Roger right?

ANTHONY

Anthony

Actually

Like me they have been going for eighteen hours

One guy

(Simon?)

Has brought his pug

SIMON

Her name is Marigold

Isn’t she gorgeous?

ANTHONY

She’s ghastly

Another

(Matt?)

Rushed from his shift at the Royal Free

His nursing scrubs are piled in a corner

He says to me

MATT (holding out a pair of shorts)

Here

Put these on

ANTHONY

Thanks

But I have my own

The Uber from Kentish Town

Took about twenty minutes

Along the way I started to hear the sound

Sound.

This is generally my cue

That it’s time for another hit

I find the kitchen

I am pleased to see Wandering Joe

He crops up at parties like these across North London

He brings a comforting air of middle management

The type of man who would feature

In a diarrhoea advertisement

An Excel spreadsheet is in front of him

I’m due

JOE

One hour?

ANTHONY

One hour exactly

Joe adds my name to his spreadsheet

JOE

I’m adding your name to my spreadsheet

ANTHONY

He notes the time

JOE

1 32 a.m.

ANTHONY

He’s precise

JOE

A good accountant should always be precise

ANTHONY

He sticks a syringe

Into a small bottle of clear liquid

He offers me a choice

JOE

Apple juice

Or Lucozade?

ANTHONY

Apple

(I always have it with apple)

He drops the liquid in

JOE

One millilitre

Two millilitres

All done

Don’t want to kill you

ANTHONY

He tells me to chug it

JOE

Chug it

ANTHONY drinks.

He makes a face to indicate how awful it tastes.

ANTHONY

I wander back into the living room

The flat is clean

(Not like other flats I’ve been in)

But only because there is very little in it

The only books are

Two self-help works

And a biography of Thatcher

They aren’t alphabetised

Some guys have their tops off

There are flecks of powder

Meow

M-cat

M

Scattered around

But no Tina

No pins

No one slamming into their veins

This is a classy party

Not like the party I will end up in

By hour forty

After a few moments

It starts

My limbs

(Previously solid and cumbersome)

Begin to loosen

I feel made of cartilage instead of bone

I realise I am attractive

Confident

And though Wandering Joe is the only person

Whose name I can accurately recall

Suddenly I feel I know

The intimate lives of every guy around me

We are like live wires plugged into the same circuit

And crucially

Crucially

The sound that began in the Uber

Sound.

Disappears

The sound fades.

I spot a guy in the corner

CARL

Want a bump?

ANTHONY takes a bump.

ANTHONY

Thanks

CARL

I’m Carl

ANTHONY

I’m Anthony

Carl is short but lithe

His ears are like teacups

He is young

Twenty-two at most

(I myself am not yet thirty-three)

Carl has a spot of fluff on his T-shirt

You have a spot of fluff on your T-shirt

CARL

Would you like to remove it?

ANTHONY

I am a librarian

I appreciate order

ANTHONY removes the spot of fluff.

CARL

Come sit on the sofa with me

CARL takes ANTHONY by the hand.

ANTHONY

I am about to follow Carl

When in the corner of my eye

I see someone

I do not expect to see

I am confused

The connection to every man in the room

Diminishes slightly

I consider that I might be hallucinating

Though that normally doesn’t happen until hour seventy-two

I say

George?

He says

GEORGE

Yes?

ANTHONY

What are you doing here?

GEORGE

Will you give me a blowjob?

ANTHONY

This isn’t that kind of party

(At least not yet)

Besides

Don’t you think it would be difficult

Given the circumstances?

GEORGE

Oh you mean

ANTHONY

You’re dead

GEORGE

Is that a problem?

ANTHONY

I must be hallucinating

I’m sorry

I’m just not sure it’s possible

And even so

GEORGE

Even so what?

ANTHONY

Normally I would not insult someone

To their face

But the chems make you say

Exactly what you feel

I don’t give blowjobs to men

Who are careless enough to die of an overdose

You give the rest of us a bad name

George’s death was announced

In the Thursday edition of the Ham and High

(I am a subscriber)

George’s body had been found

On the tumulus

The mound on the east side of the Heath

The headline read

NEWSPAPER

The body of George Carnick

Twenty, of Dollis Hill

Discovered by dog walker

ANTHONY

And a little later

NEWSPAPER

Police confirmed the cause of death

Was an overdose of gamma-butyrolactone

(GBL)

ANTHONY

We had met the usual way

The Yellow Monster

What’s up?

GEORGE

Not much

You?

ANTHONY

I like your necklace

GEORGE

My mum gave it to me

To ward off evil

ANTHONY

Wanna come over and let me fuck you?

GEORGE

Sure

ANTHONY

The sex was functional

He was young

Not yet twenty-one

He assumed that youth

Could make up for technique

But I didn’t care

I was high

Besides

I’m attracted to guys who face challenges in life

Like being left-handed

Or ginger

George was both

When we were done

He asked if he could stay

GEORGE

Can I stay?

Just for the night

ANTHONY

But I had learned that

Sleeping with another guy is dangerous

You might get used to him

Besides

George was not yet twenty-one

He was only useful for one thing

Sorry

There are guys you fuck

And guys you sleep with

And you’re just a fuck

GEORGE

Oh

ANTHONY

I can see Carl growing bored

As he waits for me on the sofa

GEORGE

If you won’t give me a blowjob then

I need to tell you something

My necklace is missing

The eye

To ward off evil

ANTHONY

A bit late for that

Don’t you think?

Now if you’ll excuse me

GEORGE

Please

I need it

To help me through to the other side

I think my killer has it

ANTHONY

What?

GEORGE

I didn’t overdose

ANTHONY

The Ham and High said you did

GEORGE

I would never be that careless

ANTHONY

It was true

On our second hook-up

George produced a syringe and bottle

All his own

Apple or Lucozade?

GEORGE

Neither

I hate apples

And Lucozade gives me a rash

And makes me vomit

ANTHONY

Then who were you with

The night you were drugged?

GEORGE

I can’t remember

ANTHONY

Carl is starting to talk to another guy

Who also appears to be not yet thirty-three

But somehow

Cooler

Hipper

Than I am

And wearing an ironic Transformers jumper

I want to rip it off him

And shove it down his throat

I have little choice but to say to George

I don’t have time for this

GEORGE

We shared something

ANTHONY

You were just a fuck

Now leave me alone

GEORGE

We saw each other

Fourteen times

In the space of two months

You said you were starting to have feelings

ANTHONY

You must have me confused

With someone else

I turn and head to the sofa

But Carl and the guy

In the Transformers jumper

Have gone to a back room

(This is a classy party)

And I am left

Alone

With men whose names

I cannot accurately remember

Scene Two

ANTHONY

Two days later

I’d sobered up

Told my counsellor

A relapse

A minor relapse at the weekend

A well-timed relapse is useful

For quieting the sound

Sound.

COUNSELLOR

Can you describe it for me?

ANTHONY (shouting to be heard)

It sounds like the ocean

Or a ticking time bomb

The sound stops.

COUNSELLOR

Might it be connected

To your fear of seeing Jonathan this week?

ANTHONY

No that’s going forward

Full-steam ahead

Which is why I find myself on Wednesday evening

Outside a flat on the Harringay Ladder

Waiting for someone to answer the door

Sobriety means that I had time

To contemplate the incident in Willesden Green

On Monday afternoon

Behind my desk in the British Library

PLACARD

Anthony Guest

Assistant Curator of Ephemera

ANTHONY

(I have crossed out the word Assistant)

PLACARD

Anthony Guest

Assistant Curator of Ephemera

ANTHONY

I re-read the headline

NEWSPAPER

The body of George Carnick

Twenty, of Dollis Hill

Discovered by dog walker

ANTHONY

I scan down the page

I read the interview with the dog walker

GENE

I approached the body

At first I thought he had been exercising

And taken a turn for the worse

ANTHONY

And a bit further on

GENE

But then I saw he wasn’t breathing

And his right hand was rigid around a bottle

I called the police immediately

ANTHONY

‘His right hand’

This detail unsettles me

George was useless with his right hand

His left hand however

I push the thought to the back of my mind

What happened in Willesden Green

Was a hallucination

That’s all

JONATHAN

Anthony

ANTHONY

Jonathan

JONATHAN

So good of you to come

You look

ANTHONY

Older?

JONATHAN

I didn’t expect you to make it

ANTHONY

Happy birthday

Here

JONATHAN

Cufflinks

You remembered

ANTHONY

Of course

Jonathan has a collection

Custom-made

All capital Js in various fonts

Palatino Linotype

Baskerville

These are in Centaur

JONATHAN

You shouldn’t have

ANTHONY

I shouldn’t have

In the intervening three years since we broke up

I had turned down several of Jonathan’s invitations

The first to his book launch at Gay’s the Word

JONATHAN

7 p.m.

Wine reception to follow

RSVP by 16 March

PS I’ve forgiven you for what you’ve done

Let’s try to be friends?

ANTHONY

I ignored this one

He didn’t want to forgive me

He simply wanted me along for comparison’s sake

A reminder of his old life

And how far removed from it he was

While I of course

Couldn’t get promoted

And was under constant performance review

Even though I never let what happened at the weekend

Interfere with my working life

But his invitation for his twenty-sixth birthday party

Seemed an appropriate time to make amends

JONATHAN

You’re looking well

ANTHONY

So are you

JONATHAN

Come in

ANTHONY

Jonathan leads me inside the flat

He is turning twenty-six

But his friends are much older

I don’t recognise any of them from the days

When we were together

This is perhaps what happens

When one becomes a journalist

Has a book deal

Writes about one’s narrow escape

From a troubled past

JONATHAN

Everyone

This is Anthony

ANTHONY

They greet me like a houseplant

They have no pot for

JACK (THE ELDER)

I’m Jack

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

Also Jack

EDWARD

Edward

HENRY

Henry

CHRISTOPHER

Christopher

(Never Chris)

WILLIAM

William

(Never Will)

FELIX

Felix

JONATHAN (calling)

Nibbles are on the table

ANTHONY

They are respectively

JACK (THE ELDER)

A popular academic

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

I’m a student

At Oxford

EDWARD

A civil servant

HENRY

Also a civil servant

EDWARD

We were recently in the news

WILLIAM

A food critic

CHRISTOPHER

I’m with the Guardian

FELIX

Children’s television

ANTHONY

They have an air of respectability about them

But with the exception of the younger Jack

I am aware that they are here

Because Jonathan is turning twenty-six

While they

Like me

Are starting to discover flecks of grey in their hair

Looking in the mirror and finding

Skin with that stretched quality it achieves

Before breaking into wrinkles

Over a starter of

JONATHAN

Blackened cabbage with pine nut

Here’s the balsamic glaze

ANTHONY

I try conversing with the popular academic

(He is one of the Jacks)

(There are two)

He must be aware of me

Of my role in Jonathan’s story

To avoid awkwardness

I ask if he’s heard of George’s body on the tumulus

JACK (THE ELDER)

Tumulus

From the Latin meaning mound

Legend says it’s the burial place

Of an ancient Celtic tribe

Or the grave of Boudica

ANTHONY

Boudica?

JACK (THE ELDER)

Also pronounced Boudicea

My next book is on the subject

ANTHONY

Later in the evening

After Jonathan has turned his eyes away from me again

As he serves the main course

JONATHAN

Duck à l’orange

ANTHONY

I ask Henry and Edward the same question

HENRY

No never heard anything

EDWARD

That’s not true

We read it in the Ham and High

HENRY

Of course

Tragic

EDWARD

Tragic that

After we’ve all fought so hard

To maintain our sense of self-preservation

To have another epidemic in our midst

HENRY

A spiritual epidemic

EDWARD

Is such a shame

HENRY

Did you know him?

EDWARD

Was he among your

Set?

HENRY

Must’ve worked bloody hard

Getting himself across the Heath

With all those drugs in his body

ANTHONY

I look at them in their complementary

(But not matching)

Bow ties

They have a point

The quantities of G necessary to kill George

Would have rendered him immobile first

Meaning that he either consumed it on the tumulus

On the spot where he died

Or somewhere else

Somewhere near the Heath

And somebody carried

(Dragged?)

His body to the tumulus

Over a dessert of

JONATHAN

Peruvian dark-chocolate mousse

Layered with sea-salt caramel

Topped with Armagnac-soaked cherries

And a served on a spun-sugar nest

With a lozenge of champagne jelly

ANTHONY

I ask the television presenter Felix

Who says he eats so quickly

FELIX

Because the other boys at Eton

Always stole my food

ANTHONY

If he has heard of the incident

FELIX

On the Heath?

Of course

It was my Aunt Genevieve

Walking her dog

Who found him

Here’s her number if you’d like to contact her

ANTHONY

Later still

As Jonathan leans closely against

An older journalist

His hand on the man’s knee

I recall what he said to me when we broke up

JONATHAN

I don’t feel safe around you any more

ANTHONY

Which was preposterous

I am always safe

Always in control

The younger Jack walks by

His eyes meet mine

I follow him to the terrace

I am about to kiss him when

JONATHAN

Anthony

Anthony are you out here?

ANTHONY

Jonathan has stepped onto the terrace

His face does not move

It is here that I should explain

That by ‘younger’ Jack

I mean Jack is nineteen

Reading Medieval History at Oxford

He also happens to be

Jonathan’s younger cousin

JONATHAN

Jack

Will you give us a moment?

ANTHONY

Cigarette?

JONATHAN

I quit two years ago

ANTHONY

There’s no need to be upset

JONATHAN

He’s my cousin

ANTHONY

Don’t take this the wrong way but

He’s more handsome than you were at his age

JONATHAN

You’re in my home

On my birthday

And what’s this I hear about you

Going around talking about bodies on the tumulus

Telling everyone who’d listen

That you slept with

Whatever his name was

ANTHONY

George

Yes

Tragic isn’t it

I’ve never had a lover die on me before

This isn’t the eighties

JONATHAN

People will talk

ANTHONY

Isn’t that what you wanted?

Inviting me here in the first place

JONATHAN

I don’t know why I invited you

It’s clear nothing has changed in your life

Still going to parties

And obsessing over teenagers

You need to grow up

Why do you care so much about George anyway?

ANTHONY

You sound jealous

Or like you knew him

JONATHAN

Me?

No

Never heard of him

ANTHONY

Even after three years

It’s easy to tell when you’re lying

JONATHAN

I think it’s time you left

You’re embarrassing yourself

And stay away from Jack

I don’t want you putting him in danger

ANTHONY

What Jack chooses to do is his own business

I would never put him in any danger

I am always careful

Always in control

JONATHAN

If that’s what you need to tell yourself

In order to sleep at night

That’s your business

Goodnight Anthony

ANTHONY

Goodnight Jonathan

He leaves the terrace

And I am left alone

The glow of the moonlight

Hazy in the smoke from my cigarette

Scene Three

Anthony’s flat.

ANTHONY

I tell Jack that I live in West Hampstead

But we alight at Kilburn Station

Because it’s a closer walk

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

I’d like to put my arm in yours

ANTHONY

Maybe when we’re alone

We reach my flat

I lead Jack down the long entrance hallway

Lined with books

Some guys are into me

Because I live alone

Or because I have a steady job

George was into me

GEORGE

Because you feel like a solid piece of earth

ANTHONY

He

(Like me)

Was estranged from his family

But Jack

Like Jonathan before him

Is into me

Because I am the

Assistant Curator of Ephemera

At the British Library

Jack will return to Oxford

And tell his best friend

On his medieval history course

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

This guy I hooked up with

He works at the BL

ANTHONY

He will sit in a tutorial

And mention offhandedly

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

Oh yes

I know someone at the BL

ANTHONY

I show him my collection

Of poetry pamphlets from the late eighties

Here

Read the dedications

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

‘To the dearly departed’

ANTHONY

And

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

‘For Jon, Brian, Devan, and Arnie

And those who have gone before

From one who will shortly follow’

ANTHONY

I lead him to the kitchen

Anything to drink?

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

Just water

ANTHONY

I pour him a glass

And set it on my mid-century dining table

I open the fridge

And pull out a carton of cloudy apple juice

Bought from the West Hampstead farmers’ market

I take out my own syringe and a glass

I measure carefully

Would you like some?

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

I’ve never done it before

My cousin told me not to

ANTHONY

It will make us feel

Like live wires plugged into the same circuit

And crucially

Crucially

I find it helps with the

Sound.

ANTHONY drinks.

He mixes another.

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

You have it too?

ANTHONY

Mine sounds like the ocean

Or a ticking time bomb

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

Mine sounds like

Sound.

ANTHONY (struggling to be heard)

What?

JACK (THE YOUNGER) (shouting)

Buzzing

Or a metal door being dragged across asphalt

ANTHONY holds out the glass.

The sound stops.

ANTHONY

Drink it all in one go

Otherwise you’ll taste it

JACK drinks.

It is while I am watching Jack drink

His prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down

In the same way Jonathan’s does

That something triggers in my brain

Something remembered

GENE

At first I thought he had been exercising

ANTHONY

I look at the solution I have just mixed

My heart begins to race

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

It tastes awful

ANTHONY

I pull out the slip of paper Felix gave me

I have a hunch

Just a minute

I dial

While I wait for an answer

I keep my eyes on Jack

Watching for signs that the drug has taken effect

Watching him turn from bone into cartilage

GENE

Hello?

ANTHONY

Genevieve?

This is Anthony

I’m a friend of your nephew

Felix told me you had an unfortunate experience

Last week

While walking your dog

GENE

Hastings

Yes

We had passed through the copse

Connecting Parliament Hill

With the tumulus

When Hastings bolts forward

And begins licking a man slouched over

I call Hastings off and approach slowly

I try to shake him but there’s no response

ANTHONY

You said in the paper

You thought he had been exercising

Why exercise?

GENE

Because of the bottle

It was one of those sports drinks

Leviathan

Linocaine

ANTHONY

Lucozade?

GENE

That’s the one

Bright orange

ANTHONY

I hang up the phone

Jack looks at me strangely

Happy

Blissful

JACK (THE YOUNGER)

It’s true

The sound has disappeared

ANTHONY

It is now starting to have an effect on me too

Here is a nineteen-year-old in front of me

And I am not yet thirty-three

I begin to loosen Jack’s tie

Remove a handsome silver tie clip

Unbutton his shirt

I lean in to kiss Jack’s mouth

He speaks

But it is not him speaking

GEORGE

Anthony

ANTHONY

George

GEORGE

You discovered

ANTHONY

Yes

GEORGE

You know I didn’t overdose

You know it was murder

The missing necklace

The bottle in the wrong hand

But most of all

Gamma-Butyrolactone

In a mixture I never would have

Could have

Drunk

ANTHONY

The bottle was a plant

GEORGE

Yes it was

ANTHONY

You were murdered

GEORGE

Yes

Yes I was

ANTHONY

What do you want me to do?

GEORGE

I need my necklace back

I need it desperately

ANTHONY

And then what?

GEORGE

That’s up to you

ANTHONY

And why should I help you?

So what if you were murdered?

You don’t mean anything to me

GEORGE

We both know that’s not true

We both know that I was becoming

More than just a

ANTHONY

My feelings were under control

Now if you don’t mind

I’d like to speak to Jack again

Give me Jack back

No response.

I said give me Jack back

GEORGE

No

Not until you promise

ANTHONY

Fine

But I want something in return

GEORGE

What?

ANTHONY

Make it go away

GEORGE

Make what go away?

Sound.

They listen to the sound.

The sound stops.

ANTHONY

Make it go away

For good

Pause.

GEORGE

Okay

When you find my necklace

ANTHONY

Okay