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Produced by Clare-Louise Mitchell
THE PLAY
Farce: 1970s, set in a townhouse in Fulham.
Mild-mannered bank clerk Henry Perkins has accidentally
managed to swap his briefcase for one containing £735,000 in used notes.
Considering this to be quite a lucky turn of events, he immediately sets about
arranging for himself, wife Jean and the money to take a one-way trip to
Barcelona. This is complicated by a number of things, all of which are about to
happen more or less simultaneously...
Sergeant Davenport is first to arrive, just after Henry has booked taxi, flights
and explained to Jean about the money (which he has worked out must be the
illicit property of an unidentified Mr. Nasty, daytime job: criminal). Davenport
was in the local pub and observed Henry repeatedly sidled into the toilets. Not
knowing that it was to count and re-count the money, he concluded Henry was
actually soliciting. While he is waiting to interview Henry on that subject,
Bill from Fulham Taxis turns up and a flustered Jean - not wanting Davenport to
know Henry's plans - pretends the taxi is for her sister Adelaide and
brother-in-law Percy, returning to Australia after a holiday. That successfully
confuses everyone except Jean, but Henry manages to recover enough to steer
Davenport into the kitchen and Bill out of the door.
Moments later, friends Vic and Betty make an
appearance, expecting to share a birthday dinner with Henry and instead getting
a heavy-drinking Jean in charge of a lot of money of dubious provenance. Added
to which, Vic has just hit Bill's taxi outside and is expecting trouble to come
of it. None of them are quite expecting Henry to breezily admit that he has just
confessed he was indeed soliciting men to Davenport and is willing to bribe him
with £25, 000 pounds to forget all about it. More confusion ensues, at the end
of which Detective Sergeant Slater enters through the open front door to find
Jean on her own, still drinking heavily.
Slater has brought Henry's briefcase, found in the river Thames next to a
badly-mutilated body that is assumed to be Henry's pending official
identification by his wife. Covering the fact that Henry isn't as dead as all
that, Jean is forced to introduce him to Slater as Henry's brother Freddy,
married to the currently recumbent Genevieve. Covering further for the presence
of Davenport, reappearing at an inopportune moment, Henry introduces him as
Henry's other brother Archie and persuades Slater to wait in the dining-room
while Jean gets ready to go and identify the body. Henry has realised that the
dead man is almost certainly Mr. Nasty, daytime job: ex-criminal - and that
there may be a small problem in the shape of Mr. Big, daytime job: chief
criminal. And if Mr. Big put the late Mr. Nasty in the river, he would have had
ample time to check Henry's briefcase for an address. When they get a phone call
from an angry, foreign-sounding gentleman seconds later, his suspicions are
confirmed.
It takes some time to get Vic and Betty up to speed as to the situation, during which Davenport has to be convinced they are Percy and Adelaide, a very drunk Jean decides she wants to go to bed and Bill gets cross about still having to wait. Rather unfortunately, due to the need for people to quickly conceal the money under the only available cover - a blanket on the sofa - both Davenport and Slater are given the distinct impression that the various "family" members enjoy somewhat perverse levels of physical contact. Davenport considers it an opportunity to extract a larger bribe: Slater is merely disgusted.
While Vic negotiates with Davenport, Jean locks herself
in the toilet. Slater decides that "Percy" could attend the morgue instead,
and Vic is talked into agreeing. Betty, meanwhile, breaks the upstairs door down
and drags Jean downstairs in her dressing-gown - at which point Jean flatly
refuses to consider going to live in Barcelona, closely followed by Betty
volunteering to go in her place while Jean goes to live with Vic. And then, just
as everyone is about to get moving, Jean remembers that their cat needs to be
taken care of. The frustration is getting to Bill, who angrily answers the phone
and inadvertently gives away the Perkins' full address to Mr. Big.
It is about then that Henry - wanting to divide the cash half and half with Jean
- is stunned to realise Slater has accidentally taken the briefcase with the
money, and left his real briefcase. Fortunately, Slater returns, having just run
over the cat. Vic manages to switch the briefcases. There is brief celebration,
before Slater marches him off to the morgue, once again taking the money
briefcase on the way out. There is brief depression, but even more fortunately
Slater has to return again, having been involved in a complicated car accident
with a passing pedestrian. Once again, the briefcases are successfully swapped
and, while Slater goes to tend to the pedestrian, Davenport returns with news
that the injured man was, in fact, Mr. Big and is now considerably more injured
than he was when he first met Davenport. There are more celebrations: Jean
decides to go to Barcelona after all, along with Vic accompanying Betty,
Davenport as permanent security guard and Bill as their gardener.
As they all rush about to get organised, though, Mr. Big comes in through the
back door carrying a briefcase and a gun. Injured and Dutch he may be, but his
offer to shoot Vic if the money is not returned is clear enough. Vic is saved by
Jean and Betty, who batter Mr. Big to the floor, where Slater arrests him. Henry
is forced to confess the truth and give the briefcase to Slater: Mr. Big's
briefcase actually turns out to be holding £735, 000-worth of cocaine for which
he was expecting the cash payment. Slater takes all three briefcases and the
very discomforted Mr. Big away, leaving a disconsolate group to go back to
Henry's birthday dinner.
Luckily for them, Bill had figured out much earlier what was going on and switched the money from the briefcase into the suitcase belonging to "Adelaide and Percy" that he has been waiting to take to the airport all night...looks like it will be Barcelona after all...
FROM THE GROUP
Funny Money was exactly what it was suppose to be. A
fantastic script that opened up the possibilities for hilarious rehearsals and a
great play. We had a lovely audience who seemed to enjoy themselves and went
home with a smile on their faces.
Like all Ray Cooney scripts the play was complicated and turned out to be longer
than expected. This meant that the cast had to work ever so hard to learn the
additional lines in advance to leave time to work on all those movements. They
did such a good job bringing it all together towards the end and you could see
that even with the extra work they really did enjoy the play. I loved watching
it over and over again and the ending never failed to make me want to jump up
clapping and cheering. What a fantastic job they all did, I was very happy with
the results. As always you could use an extra couple of weeks, but where would
the fun be in that?
I look forward to the next farce the group does and I hope to be able to take
part in the acting side of a comedy so I can join in on the fun.
Clare-Louise - Producer
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PREVIEWS & REVIEWS
Preview from the Worthing Herald, 21st July 2011

Review
Following the retirement of Eric Fowler, it would appear that no local paper regularly (or even irregularly) reviews amateur stage productions. That is somewhat of a disappointment - good, bad or indifferent, it's always nice to see what someone else thought of it. If anyone out there knows of a way to get local reviewers involved and published, please do share it with us!
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