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Ryan Wilce

Ryan Wilce is a South-West based Theatre Maker and Director. Ryan is particularly interested in directing new writing, and develop productions that are fast, utilise technology and are accessible for everyone to enjoy.  Social Media -Twitter @ryan_wilce Instagram @rswilce

About Workers Cough

This piece follows two young working-class adults. Both effected by recent events. One has lost their job but needs it for their own and their family’s survival. The other works in childcare, her work is now open solely for the children of front-line workers. They both have to make decisions around risk and survival. This piece is written from truth and a response to the current global situation on Working-Class families of the UK, featuring moments of verbatim and influence from Owen Jones’ article ‘We're about to learn a terrible lesson from coronavirus: inequality kills’ The following work is an early draft of potentially a larger piece of work in the future.

Workers Cough

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 (To the audience)  

It’s said fiction reveals.  Can comfort and disturb.  But so, should the truth. This truth.  

This truth should reveal the injustice to the privilege  

Comfort those struggling to know they are not alone.  

Disturb those who have no awareness of the pain and anguish.  

Class is more than a type of job.  

Class is values  

Class is weight of your struggles  

Class is length of your battles  

The truth we follow here comes from two who have those values, struggles and battles.  

Their parents raised them to appreciate. Appreciate the small wins and overcome the big loses. All they have known is to work hard and love harder. Now wanting to give back.  

  

Her- to raise the next generation  

He – to follow the males before him, labourer  

 

But they are both working the unknown engine.  

Perhaps part of an engine  

An engine of inequality lubricated by a lack of empathy and understanding.  An engine of inequality using its piston to keep us down, even in the worst of times 

An engine of inequality supported by a spark plug of greed, superiority complex’s and no knowledge of how real people live.  

An engine of inequality that is building momentum whilst we burnt out.  

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 (Character talking to his family. We don’t hear their part of the conversation.)  Alright. Absolute Nightmare. They’ve laid me off. There is no help. I won’t be contributing. Absolutely won’t be doing that. I can’t sit still.  

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(To the audience)  It really makes you sick. 

Just as sick as… ‘IT’  As does exhaustion. 

It’s happened. There. 

Over there in our neighbouring countries.  

We can see them  

Their Working- Class 

Being Crushed 

By… ‘IT’… and the effect it’s having on this class. Our class. My class.  

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(Character to her family) I will have nothing though.  

They don’t even care. 

He has money. 

I’m fucked. 

NO.  

I don’t think I’ll cope, 

I don’t know how many children will be there and what they will carry. 

We are just expected to deal with it.  

What if I bring it home? 

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(To the audience)  Your oak desk is lovely. 

Your work phone is fancy.  

Your home office…  is it germ free?  

Your brand-new work apple mac looks good enough to eat off. 

Your brand-new work apple mac has enough room on it to feed this flat. 

The trust in your lively hood is strong.  

The trust in regular wage packet is stronger.  

Your job…will it kill?  

They need to find a job that probably will kill.  

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(Character to her family/partner/friend)  They’re small.  

Harmless…small.  

It’s about them  

It’s not frontline though.  

It’s about kids not money or risk.  

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(To the audience)  

Coughs colliding with inequality  

Fever colliding with an unsupported proportion  

The lower end of the system is now higher…  

A higher risk  

The stress of money  

Leads to stress on the only system they give a fuck about  

…The immune system  

They’ve no cough  

They need to provide…risk it, thoughts off.  

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 (To the audience)  

He makes breakfast for mum  

Sister  

And his Dad  He goes. 

Interview  

Doors  

Hand Shaking  

Avoiding Carols splatter 

He takes one final drag  

Of the inhaler. He knows 

Stupid  

Stupid risk  But it’s crucial.  

Crucial to provide for them, For his aged parents and vulnerable sister.  

The job’s his.  

-- 

(To the audience)  

Monday  

For some  

For others they are needed. 

They are doing Monday  

Monday as usual…but different  

Different. It might kill  

Oh she  

She  

She isn’t on that line  

Not the front line 

She’s the forgotten line 

But the line that’s supporting the family’s line  The front lines family line. 

The owner, he’s self-isolating But the nursery he owns…  Those ladies are working.  

Not for the money but for the families.  

The front lines families  

They hand her medicine  

They hand her payment  

They hand her children  

They hand her carriers.  

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(To the audience)  

Rich. We know  

They are looking…  

Looking after their own  

We know we are invisible  

We are the forgotten  We should graft  graft amongst  potential death  

It’s many things this illness 

It may be god  

But it’ll teach  

Teach all  Inequality  

Kills.  

-- 

(To the audience)  

He stacks  - She cares  - He refills  

She cleans  

His hand touches theirs  

Their hand touches hers  

In his face they breath and ask for more  

In her face they cough and rub…direct from those on the frontline  Is she offered any support?  

He brings home more than a pay packet to his vulnerable loves 

 -- 

(To the audience)  tell us  

support them  

tell us how to survive when we have to risk survival. To survive  support them more to deliver their work which is crucial to supporting the front line  To survive.  

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(To the audience)  

Arrival home  

11pm  

He brings it in to the 2-bed flat 

Austerity helps him carry it in  

The bus homes  

6:30pm  She travels back with it  Austerity pays for its journey.  

He’s thinking of the bills and the food  She’s thinking of the children  Who’s thinking of them?  

 END.