Play Two of a Trilogy
A World of Possibility
The Empire
A two-act play. The forty-year stretch in which a wig-shop office becomes INTRAV, Royal Cruise Line, and one of the greatest American art collections in the world.
Working draft · Act I Scene 4 written
Setting St. Louis / Manhattan / Hong Kong / Abiquiu, NM · Years 1959–1999 · Running time ∼2h15m with one intermission
Int. Zierler Gallery — East 57th Street, Manhattan — 1973 — Afternoon
A small gallery. A Hopper oil, CHOP SUEY, on the wall — two women in a Chinese restaurant, hat in the foreground, the angled afternoon light. A tea service on a table. BILL ZIERLER, 50s, patient, a dealer who has learned patience. BARNEY, 39, in a dark gray suit, looking at the painting without looking at it — the way a serious collector looks.
OLDER BARNEY
from the armchair
I had just bought a Hopper watercolor from Bill for sixty-five thousand
dollars. Cottages at North Truro, Massachusetts. A great watercolor. Not
this great.
BILL
I can't keep it much longer, Barney. The owners are getting impatient.
BILL
Two hundred thousand.
BARNEY does not move. BILL watches him.
BARNEY
It's a fair price.
BILL
I know it's a fair price.
BARNEY
I'm not prepared to spend that much on a picture.
BILL lifts the teapot, considers it, sets it down.
BILL
Let me call the owners.
BILL steps into a small office offstage. BARNEY remains alone with the painting for a count of ten. He walks to it. Stands in front of it. The OLDER BARNEY watches from the armchair.
OLDER BARNEY
People ask me what I thought in that moment. I'll tell you exactly what I
thought. I thought: if I don't take it, in five years it will be worth four
hundred thousand, in twenty years it will be worth five million, in my
lifetime it will be worth twenty million dollars. I thought: even if I'm wrong
about all of that, I will regret not owning this painting every week for the
rest of my life.
OLDER BARNEY (cont'd)
Then I thought: I can't spend two hundred thousand dollars on a picture.
BILL returns.
BILL
They'll take one eighty.
BARNEY
That's very fair. I'm still not ready to spend that much on a picture.
A long beat.
BARNEY (cont'd)
Wait a minute.
BARNEY (cont'd)
I bought that Hopper watercolor from you last year for sixty-five thousand.
BARNEY
If I send it back to you and you give me back my money — that brings this
one down to a hundred fifteen. I'm willing to spend a hundred fifteen.
OLDER BARNEY
to the audience, amused
It was just mental gymnastics to get myself over the fence I'd put up.
BILL
I can't. It's not my picture. I'm on consignment.
BARNEY
Then how about this. I'll give you an interest-free loan for the sixty-five
thousand. One year.
BILL
blinks
Done. Send me a letter.
They shake hands. BARNEY leaves. BILL looks at the painting for a moment, then covers it again with the velvet cloth. Lights down on BILL. A spot holds on the covered painting and on the OLDER BARNEY.
OLDER BARNEY
Three days later I got the paperwork. I read it. I looked at my watercolor
on the wall of the house on Sumac Lane. I could not part with it. I picked
up the pen and wrote Bill a check for one hundred eighty thousand dollars.
OLDER BARNEY (cont'd)
It was the highest jump over the fence I ever made. After that, the fence
was never there again.
OLDER BARNEY (cont'd)
softly
Forty-five years later, at Christie's, that painting sold for ninety-one point
nine million dollars. A world record for Edward Hopper.
OLDER BARNEY (cont'd)
My daughter Christiane was in the room when the hammer came down.
OLDER BARNEY (cont'd)
I was not.
Lights down except for the spot on the covered painting. Long hold. Blackout.
End of Act One, Scene 4