The Palos Village Players will be holding auditions for their winter production:
Night Must Fall, by Emlyn Williams
Performance Dates: February 20, 21, 22, 27, and 28
Director: Bob Szczepanski
Auditions
When: December 9th and 10th (callbacks as needed Dec. 11th)
7-10 p.m.
Where:
All Saints Lutheran Church
13350 S. LaGrange Rd
Orland Park, IL
*take the driveway to the left. Enter the last doors, and head down stairs.
Summary
When the imperious, embittered Mrs. Bramson learns that her young maid Dora is pregnant, she summons the child's presumed father to her bungalow. The young man, Dan, is charming but mysterious. Could he be responsible for the recent murder and beheading of a local woman, and could Mrs. Bramson be his next victim?
Mrs. Bramson:
An invalid and the wealthy matriarch of the household. Age range - 50s to 70s
Olivia Grayne:
Mrs. Bramson's niece and companion. Age range - 20s to mid 30s
Dan:
A young, handsome bellhop who is the central figure of the play. Age range - 20s to mid 30s
Inspector Belsize:
The police inspector who investigates the disappearance of the murdered woman. Age range - 50ish
Hubert Laurie:
A pompous admirer of Olivia. Age range - Late 20's to mid 30s
Nurse Libby:
A young nurse working for Mrs. Bramson. Age range - Any adult age
Mrs. Terence:
Mrs. Bramson's cook. Only character that must have an accent. Age range - 40s to 60s
Dora Parkoe:
Mrs. Bramson's maid. Age range - late teens to early 20s
The Lord Chief Justice:
A lawyer and a close friend of Mrs. Bramson's family. Age range - 40s to 70s
There will be cold readings from the script. Also, be prepared to perform the following monologue.
DAN: My life? Well.... The day don't start so good, with a lot of stuck-up boots
to clean, and a lot of silly high heels all along the passage waitin' for a polish,
and a lot of spoons to clean that's been in the mouths of gapin' fools that looks
through me as if I was a dirty window hadn't been cleaned for years....
(Throwing his stub into the fire in a sudden crescendo of fury) Orders, orders, orders;
go here, do this, don't do that, you idiot, open the door for me, get a move on-I
was never meant to take orders, never!... Down in the tea-place there's an old
white beard wigglin'. "Waiter, my tea's stone cold."(Furiously) I'm not a waiter,
I'm a millionaire, and everybody's under me!... And just when I think I got a bit
O' peace.... (His head in his hands) ... there's somebody ... lockin' the bedroom
door ... (raising his head) ... won't let me get out; talk, talk, talk, won't fork out
with no more money, at me, at me, at me, won't put no clothes on, calls me
everythin', lie on the floor and screams and screams, so nothin' keeps that
mouth shut only ... (A pause.) It's rainin' out of the window, and the leaves is off
the trees ... oh, Lord ... I wish I could hear a bit o' music ... (smiling, slowly) ...
And I do, inside o' myself! And I have a drop of drink ... and everything's fine
(Excited) And when it's the night ...