Box Of Seven Faces

Box of Seven Faces

A Mystery Fantasy for Children By Gale Peterson Box of Seven Faces was first produced by White Oaks Theatre in Carmel Valley and toured California schools in the late 1960's for over 200 performances.

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CHARACTERS NARRATOR – The voice of the stage or theatre itself. Has an active part in the beginning of the play. THE CARETAKER – An old man who guards the box. NICHOLAS – A mechanical boy, circa 1814. FREDA – A mechanical girl, circa 1814, sister of Nicholas. MRS. WHIMPLE – A Baroque Lady.

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OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS – And old, old Chinese man who spins. SNOWFLAKE – The spirit of Winter MURKEY – A professional villain and jewel thief. PRINCE CHARLES – A pretend Prince from early England. THE OOUBLE – Mrs. Whimple’s pet worm-thing. (Doubled by the Caretaker)

SCENE The play takes place on the stage or whatever space the performance is being given. The “Box” sits in the center of the stage/space, and should appear to be the only element that does not belong.

TIME The time is the present. The action of he play is continuous without interruption, and plays itself out within one hour. In the center of a bare, curtained stage sits a large magician’s box. The box is very elaborate with carving and many details. It is very, very old. The wooden surface is worn, scratched and splitting with mold and dirt rimming its bottom and seams. Bits and pieces of the original gold gilt still shine through the dust of years. All the details center around and above a pair of intricately carved double doors, which contain fancy pull rings. A heavy chain, securely fastened with a large padlock, links the rings of the two doors. The chain and lock are conspicuously new and shiny. On the box front, to the left of the doors is a large hand-lever. There is a high, wooden stool slightly to the S.L. of the box.

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Box of Seven Faces At the beginning of the play, the curtains are closed or the lights go to blackout. MUSIC: OMINOUS, FOREBODING, AND SCARY. (Suggest pipe organ) THE MUSIC REACHES A CLIMAX, AND THEN SUSTAINS UNDER THE NARRATION. NARRATOR: (VOICE ONLY) (DEEP, RESONATE, WITH AUTHORITY) The moment has arrived! You are about to see for the first time, the magic box of Doctor Moissac. This is a magician’s box commonly used for appearance and disappearances. This particular box was hidden in the sub-basement of an old San Francisco Theatre for almost 100 years! It was brought here today for you to see. Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen when audiences such as you are brought together with this wondrous box. MUSIC FADES, CURTAIN OPENS. LIGHTS: SPOTTY, DIM LIGHT REVEALS THE BOX AND THE CARETAKER, WHO IS ASLEEP ON THE STOOL BESIDE THE BOX. NARRATOR: (CONTINUES) The one who is asleep on the stool is the Caretaker. He’s supposed to guard the magician’s box so no one gets too close. (CALLS) Caretaker! (LOUDER) Caretaker, wake up! MUSIC: A RESOUNDING CHORD. CARETAKER: (WAKING UP, ALMOST FALLS OFF STOOL.) Eh! Eh?! What’s goin’ on? (GRUMBLES) Almost scared me half ta death. NARRATOR: Caretaker? CARETAKER: (LOOKING AROUND, THEN REALIZING) Oh, it’s you. Dad gum talkin’ machine. Always tryin’ to boss me around,. NARRATOR: Caretaker, aren’t you neglecting your duties? CARETAKER: Eh? NARRATOR: The Audience…the Audience is here!

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CARETAKER: (SEEING AUDIENCE FOR THE FIRST TIME) What? Oh! My goodness. So they are! I’m terribly sorry, Mister Talking Machine, but I didn’t hear them come in! NARRATOR: There is no time to discuss it. You must begin the performance. Now! CARETAKER: (WITH DREAD) You mean unlock the doors? NARRATOR: Yes, and dust it off. CARETAKER: But what happens if they come out? NARRATOR: (VERY STERN) Well, you know what to do. CARETAKER: They’ll get in trouble! They’re worse than a bunch of kids with a substitute teacher! NARRATOR: Caretaker, I’ve listened to you long enough. Do your duties. The audience is waiting! CARETAKER: Oh, yes…the Audience. I’ll do it, but I ain’t gonna be responsible! NARRATOR: Not true. You are responsible. LIGHTS: BRIGHTEN SLIGHTLY ON BOX. CARETAKER: (MOVES TO THE BOX, GRUMBLING) Can’t argue with a talking machine. (DUSTS BOX HALF-HEARTEDLY WITH A RAG FROM HIS BACK POCKET) Only way to be responsible for this thing is to keep it locked up tight. Just let the dust and spiders have it for a playground. Should have fallen apart by now. (HE MOVES DOWN TOWARD THE AUDIENCE) Oh well, we can’t help what we can’t help. (TAKES OUT A BIG RING OF KEYS, SEARCHES FOR THE RIGHT KEY) Every time I unlock these doors I regret it. There’s no tellin’ what’s gonna happen. Still there’s the Audience to consider. (LOOKS DIRECTLY AT AUDIENCE) I suppose this is what you’re waitin’ for. (HE MOVES BACK TO THE BOX DOORS, AND UNLOCKS THE PADLOCK. HE REMOVES THE CHAIN. MUSIC: THE MOMENT THE PADLOCK IS TOUCHED, FADE IN A CONTINUOUS, DISSONANT CHORD. LIGHTS: THE MOMENT THE CHAIN IS REMOVED, THE LIGHTS BEGIN A FAINT PULSE ON THE DOORS. THE EXISTING LIGHTS DIM AND ARE REPLACED WITH LIGHTS OF A MORE INTENSE COLOR.

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CARETAKER: Looks like we’re all in for it now! (PUTS THE CHAIN AND LOCK ON FLOOR UNDER STOOL. HE SITS ON STOOL) Now it begins…. MUSIC: SOUND OF CREAKING GEARS, BACKWARDS MUSIC, ERIE LAUGHTER, ALL MIXED UP TOGETHER. A CHILD’S LULLABY PLAYED BY A MUSIC BOX FADES IN AND OUT OF THE JUMBLED SOUND WHICH INCREASES IN VOLUME AND INTENSITY. LIGHTS: THE LIGHTS ON THE BOX, ESPECIALLY THE DOORS, GROW INTO STARTLING FLASHES, PULSING COLORS. THE BOX IS LIKE AN EGG HATCHING. IT RUSTLES AND JIGGLES UNTIL AT LAST IN THE FLASH OF LIGHTS A PAIR OF HANDS APPEAR IN THE CRACK OF THE DOORS, TRYING TO FORCE THE DOORS OPEN. LIGHTS: THE FLASHING QUICKENS UNTIL IT BECOMES A STEADY BRIGHT LIGHT, WHICH HOLDS. MUSIC: STAYS AT ITS PEAK, DOMINATED BY THE CHILD’S LULLABY. NICHOLAS’ HEAD APPEARS AND PEEKS AROUND DOOR TO SEE THE WATCHING CARETAKER. THE DOORS OPEN WIDER TO REVEAL NICHOLAS. HE IS A MECHANICAL DOLL, DRESSED IN THE STYLE OF 1814. HIS FACE IS PAINTED, HANDS ARE WHITE-GLOVED. HE WEARS A TOP HAT, A WORN VELVET WAISTCOAT SUIT, RUFFLED SHIRT, AND SHINY SHOES. EVERY MOVEMENT FROM HIS EYES, HEAD, HANDS—TO HIS WALK AND SMILE IS ABSOLUTELY MECHANICAL, BUT NOT EXAGGERATED. THE HEAD MOVES WITH A SLIGHT JERKING AND USUALLY PRECEDES OTHER MOVES. EMOTIONAL RESPONSE IS EXPRESSED PRIMARILY VOCALLY, THE FACE EXPRESSIONLESS. SPEECH IS CLIPPED AND SEMIMECHANICAL SOUNDING; NASALIZED TO GIVE THE VOICE A RING. (THE SAME SPECIFICATIONS WILL APPLY TO FREDA AS WELL) NICHOLAS: (COMES OUT OF THE BOX SLOWLY, HALTINGLY, ALMOST PAINFULLY. THE EFFORT TO MOVE BEING APPARENT. AFTER A FEW STEPS TOWARD THE AUDIENCE, HE FREEZES. AFTER A MOMENT ONE HAND JERKILY POINT AT THE CARETAKER. MUSIC: FADES TO SILENCE BY NICHOLAS’ FREEZE. CARETAKER: (OFF STOOL, AND WITH OIL CAN FROM UNDER STOOL, HE CROSSES TO NICHOLAS.) I ought to leave you this way. Then there wouldn’t be

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any trouble. (HE OILS NICHOLAS’ JOINTS, SHOULDERS, ELBOWS, KNEES, NECK, ETC.) Why you want to come out of that box, I’ll never understand. NICHOLAS: (AS HE IS OILED, HE MOVES JOINTS TO LOOSEN THEM.) CARETAKER: (STARTS BACK TO STOOL) I hope you’re happy now. NICHOLAS: (STOPS CARETAKER BY GRABBING SLEEVE.) CARETAKER: Eh!? NICHOLAS: (POINTS TO MOUTH AND MOVES HIS JAW UP AND DOWN. THERE IS NO SOUND) CARETAKER: What’s that? You want to talk? NICHOLAS: (NODS YES) CARETAKER: Well, I don’t want you to talk! NICHOLAS: (POINTS TO AUDIENCE) CARETAKER: You think you have to talk for them? I warn you. There had better not be any trouble or I’ll throw away your key, and you’ll never talk again. OK? NICHOLAS: (NODS YES) CARETAKER: (SELECTS A KEY ON HIS RING, AND THEN WINDS UP NICHOLAS IN THE BACK OF HIS NECK. SOUND: FIVE GOOD WINDS ON A NOISEMAKER OFF-STAGE, SYNCHRONIZED WITH THE CARETAKER’S MOTIONS. CARETAKER: Now, I want you to think very hard before you say anything, and be sure you’re sayin’ the right thing. NICHOLAS: (SPEAKS FOR THE FIRST TIME) Yes, Sir! CARETAKER: And don’t ask for any more favors. NICHOLAS: No, Sir! (HE WATCHES THE CARETAKER RETURN TO HIS STOOL, THEN TURNS TO THE AUDIENCE.) That is the Care-taker. He thinks he knows every-thing! file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/A/Desktop/4-Gale/Box%20of%20Seven%20Faces.htm (6 of 14) [2/25/2009 2:30:00 PM]

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CARETAKER: (FROM HIS STOOL) All right now, tell them who you are. NICHOLAS: My name is Nicholas, and I am a mechanical boy. I am one hundred and fifty-seven years old, and I rust when it gets damp or rains. The old grumpy over there has to oil my joints. CARETAKER: That’s enough! NICHOLAS: I have a sister. Her name is Freda! She is a mechanical girl. It is time for Freda to come out of the box! (HE TURNS AND STARTS TOWARD THE DOORS) CARETAKER: Hey there! What do you think you are doing now? NICHOLAS: (TURNS ABRUPTLY AND WALKS TOWARD R.) Just walking around. (TURNS AGAIN, AND WALKS TOWARD L.) Exercise is very important, you know. CARETAKER: (GRUNTS) NICHOLAS: (TO AUDIENCE) Watch this! (HE BEGINS A FAST WALKING PATTERN WHICH GOES AROUND THE CARETAKER’S STOOL) Walking, walking all around, Is the best exercise in town, Exercise in town, Exercise in town, Exercise in town… (HE DISAPPEARS BEHIND THE BOX STAGE L.) CARETAKER: Hey! Where do you think you’re going? Come back here! You can’t go back there! (OFF STOOL) You have to stay out here where I can see you! (HE EXITS BEHIND BOX L.) Now come back here! NICHOLAS: (APPEARS STAGE R. OF BOX, CROSSING AROUND BOX TO EXIT AGAIN BEHIND BOX L.) Walking, walking…. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! (MECHANICAL LAUGH) CARETAKER: (ENTERS FROM BEHIND BOX R.) Stop it! Dad gummed mechanical monsters. (STOPS AND GOES BACK THE OTHER DIRECTION TO HEAD HIM OFF. EXITS BEHIND BOX R.) NICHOLAS: (ENTERS IMMEDIATELY FROM BEHIND BOX L.) GOES TO DOORS AND WHISPERS IN CRACK) Freda! Freda! Come out now. (HEARS CARETAKER COMING AND EXITS BEHIND BOX L.)

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CARETAKER: (ENTERS, CROSSING FROM R. TO L., EXITING BEHIND BOX L.) Never, never, never again will I trust any of them! LIGHTS: SUDDENLY DIM AND BEGIN TO FLASH AND PULSE ON DOORS, INCREASING INTENSITY UNTIL LIGHT IS STEADY AFTER DOORS HAVE OPENED. MUSIC: JUMBLED SOUND, BACKWARD MUSIC AND THE MUSIC BOX LULLABY AGAIN, GAINS STRENGTH. THE BOX RUSTLES AND JIGGLES UNTIL THE DOORS FLY OPEN REVEALING FREDA STANDING JUST INSIDE THE DOORS. SHE IS A TWIN TO NICHOLAS, WEARING A WORN VELVET DRESS AND BONNET OF THE SAME COLOR. HER FACE IS PAINTED, HANDS WHITE-GLOVED, HIGHBUTTON SHOES. SHE MOVES AND TALKS IN THE SAME MANNER AS NICHOLAS. FREDA: (CALLS) Nicky! Nicky! Here I am. But I can not move! Help me! NICHOLAS: (ENTERS FROM BEHIND BOX R.) Freda! Oh dear, you are a mess. Here, let me help you. (HE MOVES HER LEGS ONE AT A TIME, HELPING HER OUT OF THE BOX, THEN TIPPING HER SLIGHTLY FROM SIDE TO SIDE, HE WALKS HER DOWN STAGE) THE BOX DOORS CLOSE AUTOMATICALLY. MUSIC: FADES WITH DOORS. FREDA: Nicky, make the Caretaker use his oilcan. NICHOLAS: I can not. We are not supposed to be out together, remember? FREDA: You hide. I will say you are back inside. NICHOLAS: Good idea! Here comes the old grump! (HE EXITS BEHIND BOX L.) CARETAKER: (ENTERS FROM BEHIND BOX R.) What’s this? How’d you get out here? Where’s that Nicholas? FREDA: In-side. CARETAKER: In the box? Are you sure?

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FREDA: Yes. Back inside! CARETAKER: I’ve never known him to go inside on his own. FREDA: My turn. Now oil please! CARETAKER: (REGRETFULLY) All right. (HE OILS HER JOINTS) I hope you remember the rules. FREDA: (BARELY AUDIBLE) Yes Sir. CARETAKER: Speak up! I can’t hear you. FREDA: Wind me up, please. CARETAKER: (FUMBLING FOR THE KEY) What a pack of trouble. (WINDS FREDA UP IN THE BACK OF HER NECK, THREE WINDS) SOUND: THREE WINDS FROM NOISEMAKER OFF-STAGE. CARETAKER: There. That ought to do you. FREDA: No, wind more. That will not last long enough. CARETAKER: Too long, if you as me. FREDA: Did not ask. CARETAKER: What?! FREDA: (VERY LOUD) Yes, Sir! CARETAKER: Just do your thing for the audience, and don’t get into trouble. (HE RETURNS TO THE STOOL) And be sure that brother of yours stays inside the box. His turn is over! FREDA: Yes, Sir! (TO AUDIENCE) My name is Freda, and I am a mechanical girl. I am one hundred and fifty-seven years old, and I rust when it get damp or rains. I know how to dance. See Freda dance! MUSIC: A TOUCH OF OMM-PAH-PAH MUSIC HALL. FREDA PERFORMS A MECHANICAL DANCE THAT IS ANGULAR AND file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/A/Desktop/4-Gale/Box%20of%20Seven%20Faces.htm (9 of 14) [2/25/2009 2:30:00 PM]

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CHOPPY. NICHOLAS: (APPEARS AT R. SIDE OF BOX, AND SHADOWS FREDA’S DANCE. HE STAYS OUT OF SIGHT OF THE CARETAKER. FREDA: (CURTSIES AT END OF DANCE) I sing too! Hear Freda sing! (SHE DOES) MUSIC: THE LULLABY (CAN BE UNACCOMPANIED) FREDA: (SINGS) Sleep lit-tle but-ter-fly, Sleep with a deep-ness that come with the night. Soft dreams I bring to you, Soft dreams to car-ry you, In-to the sleep world of hap-py good night. AS FREDA SINGS, SHE GET CLOSE TO THE CARETAKER, DIRECTING THE SONG TOWARDS HIM. THE CARETAKER BEGINS TO NOD AND FALLS ASLEEP. NICHOLAS: (COMING FORWARD) You did it! He is out like a log! FREDA: Shhhh…Do not wake him up. (THEY TIPTOE R.) Now! NICHOLAS: (TO AUDIENCE) Now the real performance will begin! FREDA: Hurry someone will be waiting! NICHOLAS: We have to pull the lever. FREDA: I know. We can do it. Let us hurry. (THEY MOVE TO BOX, STOPPING IN FRONT OF THE LARGE, ORNATE LEVER, WHICH IS IN THE “UP” POSITION. NICHOLAS: I will boost you up. (BENDS AT WAITS, GRASPING FREDA BELOW THE HIPS)

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FREDA: All right, here I go. NICHOLAS: Can you reach it? FREDA: No, higher! (SHE RAISES ON TOES, AS IF LIFTED) There! I have got it! NICHOLAS: Pull it down. FREDA: It is stuck. NICHOLAS: Pull harder. FREDA: I am! Oh! Here it comes! Watch out! (THE LEVER COMES DOWN) NICHOLAS: All the way. Now we will have some action! MUSIC & SOUND: THE MOMENT THE LEVER HITS BOTTOM, A SUDDEN SURGE OF CLIMATIC ORGAN MUSIC, RUSTLINGS, EERIE LAUGHS, MUSIC BOX, ETC. LIGHTS: BRILLIANT COLORS FLASH AND PULSE. EFFECTS. SMOKE EFFECT COULD BE ADDED HERE IF POSSIBLE. NICHOLAS: (HAPPILY) It works! It works! FREDA: I hope we did not over do it! NICHOLAS: (EXCITED) Something is going to happen! MUSIC & SOUND: A RISING WHINE, INCREASING LIKE A JET TAKE-OFF. OUT OF THE FULL PITCH OF THE WHINE COMES A LIVELY BAROQUE GIGUE. LIGHTS: INCREASE INTENSITY. THE DOORS OF THE BOX FLY OPEN. MRS. WHIMPLE SPRINGS OUT AND DASHES INTO A VERY JIG. SHE IS ABOUT SIXTY YEARS OLD, REPRESENTING THE 18TH CENTURY, (1775) FRANCE. SHE WEARS A POLONAISE STYLE DRESS, ELABORATE WITH PUFFS AND BOWS, A HIGH SCULPTURED, WHITE WIG CRESTED WITH PLUMES. MRS WHIMPLE: (AS HE LEAVES THE BOX, SHE IS EXULTANT) Wheeee! At file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/A/Desktop/4-Gale/Box%20of%20Seven%20Faces.htm (11 of 14) [2/25/2009 2:30:00 PM]

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last I’m freee! Wheeeee! (SHE DANCES. THE DOORS CLOSES BEHIND HER) NICHOLAS: (OVER MUSIC) Who is that? FREDA: I do not know. I have never seen her before! NICHOLAS: She is excited! MRS WHIMPLE: (AS THE DANCE COMES TO AN END) Oooohhhh! (SHE IS WINDED, OVERCOME WITH HEART PALPITATIONS. SHE COLLAPSES) NICHOLAS: (CATCHING HER JUST IN TIME, AND HOLDING HER UP) She has fainted! FREDA: It was too much for her. Poor dear! NICHOLAS: Quick, get the big fan from the box. FREDA: Good idea! (GOES TO BOX, OPENS DOOR ONLY FAR ENOUGH TO REACH INSIDE) NICHOLAS: It will revive her. I wonder who she is? FREDA: (RETURNS WITH AN OVER-LARGE ORIENTAL FAN) Here it is. This ought to do the trick! NICHOLAS: Right. Now put a good stiff breeze right into her face. FREDA: (FANNING) How is this? NICHOLAS: More. FREDA: This is as hard as I can fan! NICHOLAS: (BALANCING MRS WHIMPLE UPRIGHT) Here, let me do it. FREDA: (GIVING HIM THE FAN) Do not let her fall. NICHOLAS: I will not. See. This is how it is done. (EVERY TIME MRS WHIMPLE STARTS TO FALL, HE FANS FROM THAT DIRECTION, AND THE BREEZE RIGHTS HER. MRS WHIMPLE: (REVIVING) Ohhhhh! My goodness! (SEES FAN) My, my that is file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/A/Desktop/4-Gale/Box%20of%20Seven%20Faces.htm (12 of 14) [2/25/2009 2:30:00 PM]

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a large fan, isn’t it? NICHOLAS: Biggest one we have got! (CONTINUES TO FAN) FREDA: Do you feel better? MRS WHIMPLE: I’m feeling much better. Much better! (HINTING HE SHOULD STOP FANNING. FINALLY) Young man! FREDA: Nicholas, stop it! NICHOLAS: (STOPS, AND IMMEDIATELY GOES TO BOX DOOR AND HAND FAN BACK INSIDE) MRS WHIMPLE: Thank you, my dear. FREDA: My name is Freda, and this is Nicky…I mean Nicholas. MRS WHIMPLE: Freda, Nicholas. I am Mrs. Whimple. But I’ve lost my Oouble. NICHOLAS: Your Oouble? MRS WHIMPLE: Yes, my Oouble. You haven’t seen one have you? NICHOLAS: No, I do not think so. (TO AUDIENCE) Has anybody seen a stray Oouble? MRS WHIMPLE: (TO AUDIENCE) There’s only one. So if you find it, it’s mine! FREDA: What does it look like? MRS WHIMPLE: It’s sort of… (THINKS A MOMENT) Odd looking. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a look around. We don’t get out very often, you know. NICHOLAS: In case we find your Oouble, what should we do with it? MRS WHIMPLE: (WITH A LAUGH) Tell it to sit down. (EXITS TO STAGE R. WING) FREDA: I wonder how big it is? NICHOLAS: Who cares? file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/A/Desktop/4-Gale/Box%20of%20Seven%20Faces.htm (13 of 14) [2/25/2009 2:30:00 PM]

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FREDA: That is true. We will probably never see her Oouble anyway. MUSIC: SCRAMBLED AND SHIVERY. LIGHTS: BOX LIGHTS BEGIN TO PULSE AND FLASH. FREDA: Listen. Someone else is going to come out! NICHOLAS: Who do you suppose it will be? FREDA: Let us hide and watch. (MOVES TO R. SIDE OF BOX) NICHOLAS: Maybe we can jump out and scare whoever it is. (JOINING FREDA) FREDA: Sshhhhh… NICHOLAS & FREDA: (MECHANICAL GIGGLE) BOX BEGINS TO VIBRATE AND JIGGLE, AS MUSIC AND LIGHTS REACH CLIMAX. The play is available at

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