Ten Boom the Musical by Susan Meredith Beyer & Others


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    ACT 1, SCENE 1 – Corrie (91) Introduction

      CORRIE(91):  Hello, my name is Corrie ten Boom!  I was born in
      Haarlem, Holland—the Netherlands. Today is my birthday. I am 91
      years old! 
      Many years ago, I promised someone very dear to me that I would share
      what you are about to see, and I am keeping that promise.  I want to
      tell you a story—a true story, about LOVE and HONOR—about WAR, and
      what HATE can do. This is also a story about FAITH; the kind of faith
      that brings freedom to the heart.  FAITH sees the invisible, believes
      the unbelievable, and receives the impossible.  My father, Casper ten
      Boom, was a watchmaker in Holland. A simple man who set the example of
      faith and love for his family that would hold us like an anchor in the
      storm, when the day would come for us to walk into Hell itself. It
      happened!
      My dear sister Betsie and I saw terrible atrocities that claimed many
      innocent lives in Nazi concentration camps. But, I learned that every
      experience… every person that comes into our lives… is the perfect
      preparation for a future that only God can see.  We saw people find
      HOPE in the worst darkness! Betsie said, “We must tell others!”
      So, now… I tell YOU!

      [ON HER LAST WORD… PLAY MEDIA PRESENTATION – 1.5 MINUTES, BEFORE
      PLAY BEGINS]

      ACT 1, SCENE 2 – Preparing for Party

      Corrie:      Look, Betsie… it’s a beautiful day for the party!

      Betsie: Imagine, Corrie, the watch shop is 100 years old!

      Corrie: People will be coming all day to honor our father!

      Betsie: Look, Grandfather’s watch!  Wouldn’t he be proud!
      Father’s kept the watch shop ticking all these years!

      Corrie:      You look so grand for the party, my dear sister.  I should
      have your grace and style!  But, surely I do something for this new
      dress!?  [MAKES COMICAL CURTSY]

      Betsie: [AMUSED] Corrie, you could always make me laugh! 

      Corrie: Now where is Mr. Hashbaz? Hashbaz, where are you?  Here kitty,
      kitty…

      Betsie: I think our beloved pussycat heard this place would be full of
      big feet today, and found for himself a HIDING place!

      Corrie: In this little house?  Where would he hide? 

      [ENTER NOLLIE AND TWO CHILDREN]

      Nollie: Yoo-hoo! Help!  [STRUGGLES WITH BASKET]

      Betsie: Ooh, Nollie, what have you brought? 

      Corrie: I think our sister has made off with Big Ben!

      Nollie: Cups, plates, we will need them!  PETER is bringing a surprise
      for Papa today.

      Betsie: A surprise, ooh!  You must be so proud of that nephew of ours!

      Nollie: Jewish refugees come to my husband’s school every day now,
      from Poland and Germany.  FLIP is trying to make room for so many of
      those children.  You know, Jews are not welcome in their own homelands
      anymore!

      Betsie: The Lord always takes care of His own, Nollie.  He promised!
      And, WE are together for today’s celebration. 

      Nollie: If only Mama could be here… she so loved occasions! 

      Corrie:      Well, it’s just Papa, Betsie and me in this old house now!

      Betsie: Yes… Papa and two old spinsters! 

      [BETSIE GOES TO DOOR, THEN BACKS INTO ROOM AS A LARGE SPRAY OF FLOWERS
      IS CARRIED IN BY CLUTSY DELIVERY BOY, JAN… CHILDREN GO UPSTAIRS]

      Jan (YON):    More flowers, Miss Betsie! Uh, back later for some of that
      CAKE!  [BACKS INTO DOOR SILL, EXITS]

      Betsie Yes, later, Jan!  [SUDDENLY WEAK, SITS]

      Corrie: Are you alright, Betsie? You look tired.

      Betsie: A little ANEMIA will not spoil this day!

      Corrie: Look, they’re from PICKWICK!

      Nollie: Oh, Corrie, we don’t call him “Pickwick”…

      Betsie: Papa says we must call him by his RIGHT name: Herman
      Slurrrr-ring!

      Corrie: But, he looks like the Dickens… uh, the Dickens character,
      PICKWICK! [LAUGHS]

      Nollie: Well, he’s NOT the handsomest man around, but a kinder man
      never lived!  A wonderful friend! 

      Corrie:      [NAUSTALGIC] You know, I could never leave this place!

      Betsie: Where else would we find such JOY!

      Corrie: And BEAUTY??  [FLUFFS FLOWERS]

      Nollie: I would miss the WINDMILLS…

      Corrie: …and SKATERS on frozen canals.

      Betsie: [TEASING] Oh, I know you, Miss Corrie ten Boom. YOU would even
      miss the men who frequent the BARS up the street!

      Corrie: Well, THEY need prayers, also! 

      [FX: DISTANT CATHEDRAL BELL ]

      Corrie: Listen, Betsie!  The great bell of St. Bavo’s!  And out on
      Barteljorisstraat, I know EVERY face that passes by.  Is that not a
      wonderful thing?  What a day for a celebration!

      [FX: CATHEDRAL BELL PEALS LOUDER - SONG CUE “100 YEARS” - CORRIE
      SAYS / SINGS]

      Corrie: ”One hundred years ago today, grandfather opened this shop.
      For 100 years our family has made… memories and watches and
      clocks… So-o-o-o-o…”

      [MUSIC SWELLS …ALL CAST (EXCEPT PAPA) ENTER STREET SCENE GREETING
      PEOPLE AS THEY SING]

      SONG:  “100 Year Celebration”  (Sisters & Company)

      [END SCENE]

      ACT 1, SCENE 3 – Papa’s Riches

      [ENTER PAPA/ CASPER TEN BOOM]

      Corrie: Papa, you are here! 

      Papa:        [CHEERFUL] I know that!

      Betsie: Isn’t this exciting!?

      Papa:        Corrie dear, and Betsie… and my Nollie … how lovely you
      all look in these new styles. And the room looks so bright and gay! 


      Nollie: It’s a day for memories, Father! 

      Papa:  A day for memories, yes!  I was born in this very room, you
      know!  Your Mama should be here today. [CHANGE SUBJECT]  I see all the
      special watches and clocks have arrived for the occasion.  A fine
      display!

      Corrie: Yes, from antique dealers all over the city.  THIS one is
      nearly 150 years old! 

      Papa:  We must be careful with these treasures, to return them with
      their TICKS and TOCKS still working! 

      Corrie: Look, Papa, flowers and cards from everyone! And this BIG
      package just came for you. Card must be signed by all of Holland!
      [READS CARD]  It says, “To Haarlem’s Grand Old Man, Casper ten
      Boom… RICH in faith and RICH in friends. With love and
      congratulations on your shop’s 100th anniversary.”

      Papa:  [THOUGHTFUL] RICH… Yes…!

      Betsie: Let’s open it, Papa!  Maybe it’s a new clock… something
      really special to HONOR you! 

      Papa:  Better to honor the Lord just now!  [GETS BIBLE… LOOKS AT
      WATCH]        8:20 a.m.!  When is everyone coming?  And where is
      my faithful co-worker, Christoffels?

      Nollie:      Maybe he decided to DRESS UP for the occasion? 

      Cor/Betsie:    [AMUSED] CHRISTOFFELS?

      Corrie: Maybe he found a clock he could not mend?

      Papa:  No, my girl. Christoffels is one of the finest clock-men
      anywhere!  He’ll be here! 

      [ENTER TOOS, SOUR-FACED SALESLADY IN WATCH SHOP. LOVES PAPA, BUT FEW
      OTHERS] 

      Papa:  [UPBEAT] Ahh, good morning, Toos.  Thank you for coming on your
      day off.  You look so … uh… WELL today!

      Toos:  [SCOWLS]  Hmmph… Well, indeed!  [QUICKLY THRUSTS OUT HER ARM
      TO PAPA, WITH VASE OF VERY TALL TULIPS]  For YOU! 

      [PAPA SMILES, STARTS TO TAKE VASE… TOOS GIVES AWKWARD CURTSY AS ONE
      TALL TULIP FALLS OVER. THEN PERTURBED AT THE DISOBEDIENT DROOPING
      TULIP, TOOS QUICKLY STANDS IT BACK UP, 2 OR 3 TIMES, WITH INCREASING
      AGITATION, AS IF CALLING IT TO ATTENTION…OTHERS RESTRAIN LAUGHTER]

      Papa:  [FINALLY TAKES VASE, SITS IT ON TABLE] Thank you, Toos!  So good
      you could join us for our devotions!

      Toos:  [GLANCES AT OTHERS] HUMPH!! …

      [TOOS MOVES NEAR TABLE AS PAPA OPENS BIBLE… OTHERS MOVE CLOSER TO
      LISTEN. ALL ARE
      STANDING FOR DEVOTIONAL READING]

      Papa:  [CHECKS WATCH]  Well, let’s begin… [READING DYNAMICALLY]
      “NO one can serve TWO masters. EITHER he will hate the one and love
      the other… OR…”

      [TOOS LEANS IN TO PAPA, TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF IT… CONFUSED LOOK ON
      HER FACE.  THEN DISTRACTED BY PLATE OF FUDGE, TAKES A PIECE]

      Papa:  “…OR…he will be loyal to the one and despise the
      OTHER!” 

      [TOOS STOPS WHEN PAPA SAYS,  “OTHER”… RAISES SHOULDERS IN LONG
      SHRUG.  TAKES BITE OF FUDGE, CHEWS WITH VIGOR. THEN LOOKS FOR PLACE TO
      WIPE CHOCOLATE FINGERS.  FINDING NONE, LICKS HER FINGERS.  OTHERS LOOK
      ON, READY TO BURST WITH LAUGHTER. PAPA’S EYES STILL ON BOOK, TURNING
      PAGES. CORRIE SLIPS TOOS A NAPKIN].

      [ENTER CHRISTOFFELS HOLDING LARGE FRUIT BASKET NOTE: NOT A SNAPPY
      DRESSER, BUT HE SHOULD NOT APPEAR CLOWNISH.  OTHERS GASP AT HIS
      UNCHARACTERISTIC APPEARANCE (SHIRT, VEST, COLORFUL SUSPENDERS, PANTS A
      BIT SHORT, STRIPED KNEE SOCKS, SHINY SHOES, HAIR SLICKED).  PAPA PEERS
      OVER HIS SPECTACLES] 

      Papa:  Ah, Christoffels, my dear associate.  How wonderful you should
      join us on this… very… un-USUAL occasion!  [EYES CHRIS’ ATTIRE,
      UP AND DOWN]

      [CHRIS SITS BASKET ON TABLE, STANDS PROUDLY; TAKES PAPA’S
      HAND—SHAKES IT A BIT TOO VIGOROUSLY]

      Chris:      Congratulations, Herr ten Boom! One hundred years… a day
      for
      MEM-ories…! 

      Papa:        Yes, mem-OH-ries… [PAPA NODS/SMILES, GENTLY PULLS HIS HAND
      FREE…            STRETCHES PAINED FINGERS]


      [MEANWHILE…TOOS MOVES HER TULIP VASE CLOSER TO PAPA. TRIES AGAIN TO
      STAND THE FLOPPY TULIP UP STRAIGHT. OTHERS RESTRAIN LAUGHTER.  CHRIS
      STANDS NEAR TOOS AND PROUDLY STRAIGHTENS HIS CLOTHES. TOOS LOOKS
      SOURLY AT HIM, THEN EYES BASKET, AND REACHES FOR CLUMP OF GRAPES. SHE
      PLOPS ONE THEN ANOTHER IN HER MOUTH UNTIL FULL—CHOMPS
      UNCEREMONIOUSLY.  CORRIE & BETSIE READY TO BURST WITH LAUGHTER] 

      Papa:        [PRETENDS NOT TO NOTICE, CLEARS THROAT FOR ATTENTION] 
      May we continue our devotional?  [RESUMES READING]  “Therefore, I
      say   to you, do not WORRY about what you will EAT…” [PAPA PAUSES]


      [TOOS STOPS CHOMPING ABRUPTLY… LOOKS AT OTHERS, MOUTH OPEN … LOOKS
      FOR PLACE TO DISCARD GRAPES. LEERS AT CHRIS WHO SMIRKS. ALL ACTION
      SHOULD BE QUICK HERE]

      Papa:        [RESUMES READING] … “AND…do not worry about what you will
      WEAR…”

      [CHRIS IS BUFFING ONE SHOE ON BACK OF OTHER PANT LEG… PAPA PAUSES,
      EYES CHRIS’ SOCKS.  CHRIS SEES PAPA’S LOOK, QUICKLY DROPS FOOT.
      TRIES PULLING PANT LEGS DOWN OVER HIS SOCKS. TOOS LOOKS VINDICATED,
      FOLDS ARMS, POINTS TO CHRIS’ SOCKS]

      Papa:        [RESUMES READING]  “AFTER ALL, Is not LIFE more than FOOD and
      the         BODY more than CLOTHING?  [JOYFUL]  But, God knows we need these
                things!”  Ah-men! [CLOSES THE BOOK] 

      Toos/Chris:    [RELIEVED SIGHS…CHRIS MOPS BROW WITH HANKY] Ahhhh MEN!!


      [PAPA BEGINS TO LAUGH HEARTILY… OTHERS JOIN IN]

      Papa:  Christoffels and Toos, will you please remove the workbench for
      today? 

      Corrie: Papa, now may we open your gift, before others arrive? 

      Nollie: Yes, father… just this one?

      Papa:  Alright, yes, we shall open it.  [PAPA OPENS GIFT]

      Corrie: Ooh, it’s a new radio!  Much bigger than our portable one!

      Papa:  I SEE that it is!

      Betsie: The symphony will sound much better!

      Nollie: [TEASING] It’s a VERY extravagant gift! Such RICHES for a
      poor family!

      Papa:  Again with the RICH!  I have my riches right here!  [HUGS
      DAUGHTERS]

      SONG:  “These Are My Riches”  (Papa sings to Daughters)

      ACT 1, SCENE 4 – The Celebration Party

      [SOUNDS OF ARRIVING GUESTS]
      Corrie:      Some of our guests have arrived! 

      [BETSIE & CORRIE MOVE EXCITELY TOWARD DOOR,  ENTER PETER (13); LITTLE
      GIRL (5); JAN VOGEL AND MR. BAKKER, CONSTABLE ROLF VAN VLIET. TOOS &
      CHRISTOFFELS RETURN. MORE PEOPLE ENTER INCLUDING PICKWICK AND JAN
      VOGEL WHO LATER BETRAYS THEM]

      Papa:  Peter, my boy! Jan Vogel and Mr. Bakker, good to see you!
      Constable… and welcome Heir Sluring! [MORE WELCOMES FROM PAPA] 

      Corrie: [ASIDE TO BETSIE]  Pickwick!!

      Pickwick:    Congratulations, Casper!  It is a day for…

      Papa: [AVOIDS ANOTHER PAINED HANDSHAKE] …MEMORIES… I know, I know!


      Betsie: [HUSHED]  Peter, I hear you have a special GIFT for your
      grandfather! 

      Peter:  [STAGE WHISPER] Yes, it’s a SONG I wrote for him, just for
      today.  But, it’s a SURPRISE! 

      Corrie: Your secret is safe with us, sweet nephew!  Come, see the new
      radio…

      Pickwick:    Ah, JAN VOGEL… see the new radio! 

      Jan Vogel:    Yes… a very fine gift indeed!

      Mr. Bakker:    [TO PAPA] Best wishes, ten Boom! By the way, my wife
      brought home my watch and said you would not let her pay for the
      repairs!

      Papa:  I should pay YOU, for the privilege of working on so fine a
      watch!

      Little girl:  [TUGS PAPA’S COAT] Opa… Opa… Grandfahder?
      [IMPATIENT.. TUGS HARDER; LOUDER]  GRAN-FAH-DER! [FINALLY GETS
      PAPA’S ATTENTION]  Are you really 100 years old?

      Mr. Bakker:    We should enjoy this gathering while we can.  That man in
      Germany is talking of things that could lead to WAR!

      Constable:    But, he promises to UNITE us… bring change to Holland!

      Jan Vogel:    Yes, he says we will all PROSPER again… there will be
      ORDER!


      Pickwick:    He says MANY things, Jan Vogel… but, Jews are now being
      rounded up and taken to… who knows where! 

      Mr. Bakker:    Our Jewish neighbors are already hiding for fear of their
      lives.

      Curt:  It’s true.  Everyone knows it! 

      Toos:  [GOSSIPY]  My sister in Berlin took in a Jewish orphan whose
      parents simply vanished!

      Curt:  [VOICE RAISED] Your sister should get RID of that child or she
      might ALSO vanish.  She risks MUCH for the sake of one Jewish orphan.
      She could lose her LIFE! 

      Papa:  [CALMLY] To lose my life for such a child would be a great HONOR
      for my family!

      [PETER, DISTRESSED, STANDS CLOSE BY HIS GRANDFATHER.  AWKWARDLY
      INTERRUPTS, TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT]

      Peter:      Grandfather, I have a SURPRISE for you.  I have written a
      SONG for your
      special day!

      Papa:  A song for me, Peter? 

      [ENTER WILLEM AND SON KIK. PETER FOLLOWS PAPA TO GREET UNCLE WILLEM]


      Willem: [CALLS FROM DOOR] Father! 

      Papa:  Willem, my son! …and Kik, how are you, my boy?

      Kik:  I am well, Grandfather!

      Peter:  [IMPATIENT, INTERRUPTS] NOW are you ready for my song,
      Grandfather?

      Papa:  One moment, Peter!

      Willem: Father, I wanted to bring a new friend to meet you. His name
      is HERR GUTLIEBER… he just arrived this morning. 

      Papa:        Where is he? 

      Willem: He was embarrassed to come, Father. Some young men in Munich
      stopped him on the street and set FIRE to his beard, because he is a
      Jew!

      Papa:  The Bible says, “The WICKED will perish and ALSO vanish away
      into smoke!”  [QUOTES FROM PSALM 37:20] 

      Curt:  Who are those young men?  Hoodlums, hooligans, I say!

      Mr. Bakker:    The police will catch up with them, you’ll see!

      Pickwick:    [PEACEMAKER] Yes, Germany’s a civilized country!

      Kik:  But many young men are now wearing the emblem of this new
      idealism—a SWASTIKA!

      Papa:  Young people are always curious about a new philosophy!

      Kik:  My friend Hans has joined them, Grandfather.  He says there will
      soon be a law making it a crime to sing our National Anthem,

      Pickwick:    Surely, this will not last!  Now, let us just enjoy this
      celebration…

      Peter:  [FEISTY] I would NEVER let them forbid me to sing our Anthem…
      I would FIGHT them! 

      [MILD LAUGHTER FROM GUESTS.  WILLEM RUFFLES PETER’S HAIR.  PETER
      FROWNS]

      Papa:  [AFFECTIONATE]  No, no, my boy, we must not be too quick to draw
      the sword.  The best weapon is prayer! 

      Curt:  Even a CHILD knows we must take action against such enemies in
      our midst!  Will we just close our eyes to what’s happening around
      us?

      Papa:  The Bible says, “When a man’s ways please the Lord, even his
      enemies will be at peace with him.”

      Mr. Bakker:    [AGITATED] How much “PEACE” will we have if this new
      order takes away our freedom?

      [CONVERSATION STOPS… MR. BAKKER SEES CONCERN ON PAPA’S AND
      OTHERS’ FACES] 

      Mr. Bakker:    Please forgive me, my dear friend.  This is YOUR day!

      Pickwick:    Yes, friends… are we here to battle among ourselves or to
      celebrate?  This is to be a JOYOUS occasion.

      [PICKWICK DIPS CUP IN PUNCH BOWL, HOLDS IT HIGH…ENCOURAGES OTHERS TO
      LIFT CUPS]

      This is a day to honor our friend, Casper ten Boom, and this watch
      business that has served our city for 100 years!

      [GRADUALLY, MORE GUESTS HOLD CUPS UP…POSITIVE LOOKS MIXED WITH
      CONCERN]

          A toast to our friend, Casper ten Boom! [TOASTS] To one who makes the
      finest watches and repairs in all Holland.

      Mr. Bakker:    One who is also known to “forget” the bill!

      [GUESTS LAUGH… PAPA, STILL SEATED… CHILD IN HIS LAP…ALL LIGHTEN
      UP]

      Willem: To a father, loved by his children… who never let anyone go
      in want…

      Chris:  [TOASTS… BLURTS OUT] …who treats EVERY person with honor!
      [THEN SURPRISED AT HIS OWN BOLDNESS]

      Pickwick:    [HOLDS PUNCH CUP HIGHER] To a man as kind and generous…
      as MYSELF!  [ALL LAUGH] To Haarlem’s Grand Old Man!  May you have
      one hundred more years of prosperity and life, my friend!

      Small child:  [ON PAPA’S KNEE, EAR TO PAPA’S VEST, LISTENING TO
      WATCHES TICK, EXCITED]  Opa… Opa… Grandfather… I can hear you
      TICK! [GUESTS LAUGH]

      Peter:  That reminds me, Grandfather… are you ready for my song
      now?

      Papa:  Yes, Peter …I am ready!

      SONG:  “Papa Ticks”  (Peter and Company)

      [END SCENE]


[End of Extract]


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