Sequence

Winner of the 2013 Betty Mitchell Award for Outstanding New Play

Winner of the 2013/2014 Woodward/Newman Drama Award

Winner of the 2013 Calgary Theatre Critics Award for Best New Script

Winner of the 2011 Grand Prize in the Alberta Playwriting Competition

Finalist for the 2012 STAGE International Script Competition

“
Sequence
balances smart and heart.”

—Stephen Hunt, 
Calgary Herald

“Absolutely one of the most dynamic and intriguing shows I've seen this year….
Sequence
doesn't underestimate the audience's ability to intelligently engage with the notion of luck and coincidence… This play challenges the audience with smart dialogue about complex ideas… The entertaining results will give you much to think and talk about long after the play is done… It will be one of the most interesting and well-conceived shows you've had the pleasure of seeing.”

—Jessica Goldman, CBC Radio

“Witty, intelligent, and remarkably funny.”

—Doris Lynch,
Bloomington Herald-Times

Sequence
© Copyright 2014 by Arun Lakra

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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

Lakra, Arun, 1966-, author

   Sequence [electronic resource] / Arun Lakra.

A play.

Electronic monograph in multiple formats.

Issued also in print format.

ISBN 978-1-77091-198-7 (pdf).--ISBN 978-1-77091-199-4 (epub)

I. Title

PS8623.A4246S46 2014    C812'.6    C2013-908487-8

We acknowledge the financial support of the Canada Council for the Arts, the Ontario Arts Council (OAC)—an agency of the Government of Ontario, which last year funded 1,681 individual artists and 1,125 organizations in 216 communities across Ontario for a total of $52.8 million—the Ontario Media Development Corporation, and the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund for our publishing activities.

to Mom and Dad

for your nature and your nurture

Author's Notes

The play runs continuously.

For most of the play, the set doubles as a genetics laboratory and an auditorium stage.

When viewed from the audience, the design might loosely resemble a spiral of DNA.

A whiteboard (or chalkboard) extends the entire length of the stage.

Early in the performance, the board is erased. From that point on, the characters illustrate their dialogue using a marker (or chalk). No further erasing is done.

The board may be used to illustrate any dialogue. In the script, specific drawings are identified that may be used to execute a particular staging concept (outlined in the end notes).

Each character may seem to observe the drawings of the others.

Props may be shared by characters from different times and places.

There may be intersections or
wormholes
where the pronunciation, delivery, actions, mannerisms, or physical attributes of Dr. Guzman may be reminiscent of Cynthia's. A similar relationship exists between Theo and Mr. Adamson. For example, Cynthia and Dr. Guzman may use the British pronunciation of the word
laboratory
. Specific light and/or sound cues may be utilized to highlight these intersections.

The transitions between scenes should be seamless and without pause, as if a character's first words in a new scene are a direct response to the last phrase in the previous scene.

Pace is critical. For most of the play, especially during the science-intensive dialogue, there should be a quick and urgent rhythm. These are fast-thinking, fast-talking characters who speak with almost overlapping dialogue. The play lives best at a running time of not more than eighty minutes.

Sequence
received its first workshop through the Alberta Playwrights' Network in 2011. Following this, as part of the award for winning the grand prize in the Alberta Playwriting Competition,
Sequence
received a workshop and a public reading during Theatre Alberta/Alberta Playwrights' Network's 2011 PlayWorks Ink Conference.
Sequence
was developed further through a special workshop presentation at the 2013 Telluride Playwrights Festival. The play received its world premiere at the Big Secret Theatre in the EPCOR Centre for the Performing Arts, Calgary, Alberta, in a joint production by Downstage and Hit & Myth Productions from February 20 through March 2, 2013. It featured the following cast and creative team:

Theo: Joel Cochrane

Dr. Guzman: Karen Johnson-Diamond

Cynthia: Alana Hawley

Mr. Adamson: Braden Griffiths

Producers: Simon Mallett, Joel Cochrane, and Ellen Close

Director: Kevin McKendrick

Assistant director: Michelle Kneale

Set and co-production designer: Terry Gunvordahl

Lighting and co-production designer: Anton de Groot

Sound designer: Peter Moller

Costume designer: Laura Lottes

Stage manager: Kelsey ter Kuile

Production manager: Tuled Giovanazzi

Production intern: Taryn Haley

Sequence
received its US premiere in a production by the Bloomington Playwrights Project from October 4 through October 12, 2013, in Bloomington, Indiana. It featured the following cast and creative team:

Theo: Henry A. McDaniel III

Dr. Guzman: Catharine Du Bois

Cynthia: Lauren Sagendorph

Mr. Adamson: Paul Kühne

Producing artistic director: Chad Rabinovitz

Director: Lee Cromwell

Scenic design: David Wade

Lighting design: Tilman Piedmont

Sound design: Brian Donnelly

Costume design: Chib Gratz

Stage manager: Travis Staley

God does not play dice.

—Albert Einstein

The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision is from the Lord.

—Proverbs 16:33

It is possible for the way the universe began to be determined by the laws of science. In that case, it would not be necessary to appeal to God to decide how the universe began. This doesn't prove that there is no God, only that God is not necessary.

—Stephen Hawking

Characters

Dr. Guzman: Female. Fifties.

Theo: Male. Fifties.

Mr. Adamson: Male. Twenties.

Cynthia: Female. Twenties.

Lights up.

DR. GUZMAN and THEO enter. THEO carries an unopened umbrella.

They converge at the whiteboard. It shows a mess of diagrams, numbers, and words.

DR. GUZMAN turns to face the board. She finds an eraser, wipes the board clean.

THEO turns to face the audience. With mock trepidation, he pops open the umbrella.

Playfully, he peers out from under it, looks upward. He closes the umbrella.

THEO moves to the ladder. He circles it. Mysteriously. Mischievously.

DR. GUZMAN takes a moment to find a marker. She accidentally drops it, picks it up again.

Abruptly, THEO ducks under the ladder. He emerges, welcomes the applause.

Chest pain! Is he having a heart attack? No, he's just joking around.

DR. GUZMAN writes on the board with her left hand: WHICH CAME FIRST?

THEO strides to a wall mirror. He stumbles, almost trips on the way.

DR. GUZMAN addresses the audience.

THEO fixes his hair in the mirror.

DR. GUZMAN

The question is, which came first?

THEO suddenly takes a big swing with his umbrella handle, smashing the mirror.

The chicken or the egg?

THEO

Macbeth!

THEO looks up to the heavens, opens his arms, waits for the lightning bolt that never comes.

DR. GUZMAN

I submit to you, despite popular misconception, that the question is not rhetorical.

THEO addresses the audience.

THEO

Luck is like irony. Not everybody who thinks they got it, got it.

DR. GUZMAN

One had to come first. Wouldn't you agree? Unless you postulate
simultaneous
creation. That is, unless you postulate God.

DR. GUZMAN writes on the board: GOD.

THEO

Luck is like breasts. It's relative. If everybody had big breasts, we'd just call them breasts. And we wouldn't stare. As much.

He picks up a marker. He writes on the board: lLUCK.

DR. GUZMAN

But we're scientists, are we not? At least until your final exam results are posted. And we know Borel's Law states if the odds of an event are less than one in ten to the fiftieth, that event will never happen in the entire time and space of our known universe.

THEO

You are not all lucky; I'm sorry to have to break it to you. In fact, I suspect the truly lucky ones are those whose wives did not drag them to a book reading three hours before kickoff on Super Bowl Sunday.

DR. GUZMAN

So the chances of the chicken and the egg evolving simultaneously are perilously close to zero.
Ergo
, it must have been sequential.

THEO

Take a guy in a wheelchair, who can't even take a crap by himself. Ask him if he considers himself lucky. Trust me. He'll say yes. Every time. He has persuaded himself he's the luckiest guy in the world. But he's not. You know why?

Pause.

Because I am.

DR. GUZMAN

Everything happens sequentially. Music. DNA. Every story ever told. There is an order to the universe. If chicken, then egg. Or if egg, then chicken. And, even more importantly, the order implies causality. Egg creates chicken. Or chicken spawns egg.

THEO

What determines success? Does a Nobel Prize recipient stand up and say, “I'm an average schmuck who just got lucky”? No, they won't tell you that. But I will. Because in many ways I'm just like you. I put on my pants one leg at a time—always the right one first, as someone once pointed out to me.

DR. GUZMAN

But whatever you do, do not tell me it doesn't matter. That's a cheat. The only thing I detest more than cheating is laziness, and chaos is lazy. Entropy is lazy. God is lazy.

DR. GUZMAN circles the word GOD.

THEO

Except, on the luck scale, I am off the charts. If you look at the odds I've fortuitously overcome… I'm told I'm a one in a billion. That's with a B!

DR. GUZMAN

Order is sweat. Order is who you are and why you're here today. In this classroom. On this planet. Wasting oxygen.

THEO holds up a book.

THEO

My book is called
Change Your Luck
. And
that
is the reason you're here today.

DR. GUZMAN

So which came first? You may not know right now, but by the end of my class you
will
hypothesize an answer, support it, and commit to it.

She underlines WHICH CAME FIRST.

THEO

There are a thousand books out there that offer to change you in some way. Change your attitude. Your diet. Your golf swing. You know the best way to shave a couple of strokes off your score?

Pause.

Get a hole in one.

THEO circles the word LUCK.

DR. GUZMAN

I'm telling you right now, you'd better start thinking about it. The last question on your final exam will be this… Which came first? A: the chicken. B: the egg. C: simultaneous. And if anyone is audacious or careless enough to put down C, that will earn you an automatic F and you will be shot. I know you've heard those campus myths about me. Don't test me. I have tenure.

THEO

Now before we get started, let me ask you a question.

DR. GUZMAN reaches for a white cane, smacks it against her hand.

DR. GUZMAN

What jury would convict a blind woman?

THEO reaches into a jar full of papers.

THEO

Anybody feel lucky today?

The board shows:

WHICH CAME FIRST?

LUCK GOD

Laboratory

DR. GUZMAN holds a clipboard close to her eyes.

She has good central vision but no peripheral vision. She has learned to compensate.

A knock on the door.

DR. GUZMAN

Who is it?

MR. ADAMSON

(off stage)
Dr. Guzman? I'm one of your students. From your 121 class.

DR. GUZMAN

What time is it?

MR. ADAMSON

(off stage)
I'm sorry, I know it's late. But the library just closed and I thought I'd take a chance. You don't have regular office hours.

DR. GUZMAN

See me after class.

MR. ADAMSON

(off stage)
By the time I get to the front you're out the door.

DR. GUZMAN

Walk faster.

MR. ADAMSON

(off stage)
Right.

Pause.

You said you wanted to see me.

DR. GUZMAN

Give me your ID card.

She slips the clipboard under the door.

When she pulls back the clipboard there is an id card on it. She holds it close to her eyes, then stuffs it in her pocket.

Ah, Mr. Adamson. I've been looking forward to meeting you.

DR. GUZMAN unlocks the door and opens it. She slips the key back into her pocket.

You'd think with the recent incidents the university could spring for some state-of-the-art security. I'd settle for a damn peephole.

MR. ADAMSON enters.

He is in a wheelchair, a jacket on his lap.

A wheelchair. Intriguing.

MR. ADAMSON reaches for his jacket.

Without warning, DR. GUZMAN grabs the jacket, tosses it aside, and reveals a briefcase.

She lunges for the briefcase, throws it on her desk.

Put your hands on your head. I said put your hands on your head.

MR. ADAMSON reluctantly lifts his arms.

DR. GUZMAN does her best to frisk him. She kneels down, looks under the wheelchair.

Hear the latest? Some undergrad student sneaks into a genetics laboratory at Princeton and burns the whole thing down. Shoots the Ph.D., who just happened to be a stem-cell researcher. We seem to be a dying breed.

DR. GUZMAN turns her attention to the briefcase. It's locked.

What's the combination?

MR. ADAMSON

I'd prefer if you didn't open it.

DR. GUZMAN

I'd prefer if I was assigned to teach courses commensurate with my qualifications. What's the combination? No doubt something you might be capable of memorizing… One two three, four five six? What's inside?

No response. DR. GUZMAN tries various combinations on the briefcase lock.

MR. ADAMSON

Can I please have my briefcase?

DR. GUZMAN

I have reviewed the results of the Introductory Genetics final exam.

MR. ADAMSON

It was a long test.

DR. GUZMAN

I like to separate the men from the boys.

MR. ADAMSON

So which am I?

DR. GUZMAN

You, Mr. Adamson, are an embryo. No, a zygote. That first moment when the sperm touches a polysaccharide on the egg and says, “Hi honey, I'm home.” That instant when the staunchest pro-lifer in all of Kentucky would have a tough time calling it the beginning of human life. That's what you are.

MR. ADAMSON

So did I pass?

DR. GUZMAN draws a bell curve on the board. She doesn't let go of the briefcase.

DR. GUZMAN

In this exam, the mean was seventy-one per cent. The passing grade was fifty-eight. Sixteen per cent got an A.

She draws on the board: 16.

MR. ADAMSON

What did I get?

DR. GUZMAN

You got an F.

MR. ADAMSON

I see.

DR. GUZMAN

Sometimes you get an outlier on the curve. On this exam, one person ended up more than five standard deviations below the mean. Do you know what that means?

MR. ADAMSON

No.

DR. GUZMAN

Computer malfunction. Usually. Only this time, the computer was right. You, sir, had the misfortune of getting
every question
wrong
.

Auditorium

THEO packs up his briefcase on stage.

CYNTHIA enters. She is not used to wearing a miniskirt.

CYNTHIA

I don't believe in luck.

THEO

You must be Cynthia.

CYNTHIA

They sure cleared out the auditorium in a hurry.

THEO

Kickoff is in an hour and a half. I'm surprised anyone even came. I'm Theo.

CYNTHIA

I know who you are. I just sat through your speech, or whatever you call that.

THEO

You look familiar. Have we met before?

CYNTHIA

Are you hitting on me?

THEO

Excuse me?

CYNTHIA

I don't believe in luck.

THEO

I don't believe in unicorns with paisley headbands.

CYNTHIA

I'm serious.

THEO

So what brings you here then?

CYNTHIA

I'm here because you selected me.

THEO

Randomly.

CYNTHIA

It would seem.

THEO

If I had pulled another name out of the jar, I could be having an equally engaging conversation with a little old lady from Tallahassee.

CYNTHIA

But you wouldn't want to sleep with her.

THEO

No.
Probabl
y
not.

CYNTHIA

Isn't that what this is about?

THEO

You won a book. In a draw. That's what this is about. You got lucky, that's all.

THEO pulls out a book and a pen.

Who should I make this out to?

CYNTHIA

There must have been a thousand people in this place. Assuming half of them actually wanted to meet you, that means there were five hundred names in that jar.

THEO

Why assume half?

CYNTHIA

I just assumed the other half might have to get back to the nursing home. Have a sponge bath.

THEO

I'll bet you there were a thousand names in that jar. But I know it's not about me. Or my book. It's about the winning. Everybody wants to be lucky. Or luckier. As I say in the book, luck is like your penis. You can always use a little more. Except for me, of course.

CYNTHIA

Of course. You're the luckiest man alive.

THEO

Exactly. But that's why people showed up today. I have something everybody wants. They want my luck. They believe it's contagious. Or somehow transmissible.

CYNTHIA

By exchange of bodily fluids?

THEO

Some do. And if some young woman in need of a little luck feels some of mine might rub off on her…

CYNTHIA

By rubbing off on you.

THEO

Then who am I to argue?

CYNTHIA

A self-serving father figure who thinks he's God's gift?

THEO scribbles something in the book.

THEO

Don't be so quick to judge. One day
you
might find yourself in a position where you need a little luck.

THEO hands the book to CYNTHIA, puts on his jacket.

CYNTHIA

But I wouldn't be so naive as to think fooling around with some self-professed lucky guy would win me the lottery.

She reads the inscription.

“To Cynthia. Good luck. From God's gift.”

THEO

Theodore does mean “gift of God.”

CYNTHIA tosses the book to the floor.

CYNTHIA

I think we both know I'm not here by luck alone.

THEO

Then why
are
you here? Just a coincidence?

Laboratory

MR. ADAMSON

No way. Every question?

DR. GUZMAN continues to try combinations on the briefcase.

MR. ADAMSON looks for an opportunity to take it back.

DR. GUZMAN

Even the last one.

MR. ADAMSON

I got zero per cent?

DR. GUZMAN

Ha! If only. An exam should assess one's knowledge, not one's luck. Did you guess, Mr. Adamson?

MR. ADAMSON

It depends on what you mean by guessing.

DR. GUZMAN

I mean, did you throw a dart or two? Or a hundred and fifty?

MR. ADAMSON

I did my best.

DR. GUZMAN

If you had bothered to read the instructions, you would have realized that, to deter guessing, this examination was scored in a right-minus-wrong fashion.

MR. ADAMSON

Uh oh.

DR. GUZMAN

Your mark, Mr. Adamson, was
negative
one fifty.