These Four Walls
“There’s something disturbingly pleasant in the off-kilter nature of These Four Walls. Once you accept that nothing you’re going to see makes sense, and once you understand your role as an audience member is essentially to become another member of the asylum, you’ll do fine.”
— Matthew Murray, Talkin’ Broadway
(top l-r): Christine Säng, Brian Quirk, Cam Kornman
(bottom l-r): Jason Lew, Kate Marks
Jason Lew (Pauly)
(l-r) Brian Quirk (Alger), Kate Marks (Ivy),
Christine Säng (Evelyn)
Brian Quirk (Alger)
Scene: ALGER and EVELYN’S house.
At rise: ALGER and EVELYN with daughter IVY. (A knock on the door.)
Who is it?
Who is it?
Quick. Ivy, hide in the closet.
But I want to stay here with —
Get in the closet now.
(A loud knock on the door.)
Don’t speak harshly to her, Evelyn. Ivy, dear, step into the closet for a minute, would you please?
(IVY curtsies and climbs into the closet.)
And be careful not to wrinkle your dress.
What should we do?
I will not be intimidated. I’m going to answer this door right now.
(ALGER hesitates. EVELYN opens the door. There stands the ghost of ALGER’s mother properly dressed with a handbag.)
Cam Kornman (Mother Pearl)
Look what the devil dragged in.
Oh Mother, not now.
I’ll go get the fire extinguisher.
(looking at EVELYN)
She’s always been as dumb as a bag of manure.
Did you have to knock her up?
You know how I feel about you putting down Evelyn.
First she took you from me. And now she’s taking your dreams.
Mother, please. Stop your spying.
I can’t stand to see you unhappy, son. I’ll never rest like this.
You caused a lot of problems between us while you were alive
She was the problem from day one. That’s what you get when you marry a tramp. Don’t think she’s not running around.
Mother, why do you torture me?
It’s my job. And what are you going to do about Axel?
I was on my way over there just now.
IVY, from the closet.)
Daddy, I’m hungry.
Don’t you be rude, young lady. I’m talking to your grandmother.
Hello, Grandma Pearl. Could you ask Daddy to let me out of the closet?
When hell freezes over, you little trollop.
She’s Evelyn’s inside out.
This production was made possible by a Mondo Cane! commission and the tremendous support of Dixon Place’s Executive Director, Ellie Covan. This play and all my previous plays owe a great deal to the late Elise Revson, whom I met in my first job at the Whitney Museum at Philip Morris. She produced numerous readings, workshops, and productions of my early plays. My confidante in art and my first reader — always.
Poster design: Duane Smith