The Stage Is All the World (Manhattan Manhunt
II)
McCloud,
whose new-found celebrity (thanks to an article by Chris Coughlin in the Chronicle)
vexes the Department, is assigned to protect a British theatrical maven who has
received letters assailing his “filthy, obscene” productions and threatening
his life.
The British
Invasion
A fine bravura defense of the nation against the cultural
phenomenon pictured here as an off-Broadway fantasy on virgin sacrifice. There
is a striking feint along the lines of mere old-fashionedness, and Richard
Dawson’s performance as the Cockney enfant terrible who swallows up
publicity (and whatever else lies to hand) sets the tone.
Albert Popwell as the stage manager starts the thing by
bringing up Brecht.
Richard Dawson Ted Callender |
Written by Norman Hudis |
184B, 10.7.70
Ted Callender’s show (the title is Overkill...) is
performed at the Theatre de Lys.
(McCloud is to make himself scarce from here on.)
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: Do I make myself clear?
McCLOUD: Comin’ in
like a bear in December.
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: McCloud, I don’t even wanna know what that means.
CHIEF CLIFFORD: (To McCloud, about the Ted Callender case
and its fripperies.) Should be right up your corral.
McCLOUD: Chief, I didn’t ask to come to New York, but since I’m
here, I’d like to feel that I’m useful.
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: So would I. But you can’t have everything.
(Chris Coughlin wants to know how her article on “The
Marshal from Manhattan” went over with Chief Clifford.)
McCLOUD: It hit him about like a three-day case o’ prairie chiggers.
(Ted Callender’s mod cocktail party.)
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: (On telephone.) How do things look there?
McCLOUD: Like
Halloween.
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: Well, now you know what a showfolk hoedown looks like.
(Some actors are “psychically unstable,” Chief Clifford
explains.)
McCLOUD: For them,
it’s not “all the world’s a stage,” it’s “the stage is all the world.”
CHIEF
CLIFFORD: (With mild appreciation.) Uh, you read [He uses the
present tense.] Shakespeare in the bunkhouse.
McCLOUD: I thought
that was Zane Grey.
TED CALLENDER: (To McCloud.) There’s
not a lawyer in the land that can do to that jury what I can do, mate. I
can mesmerize ‘em.
(The hoosegow for Ted Callender.)
McCLOUD: Let’s go.
TED
CALLENDER: Lead on, MacDuff. You know, I’m going to make you a star!
McCLOUD: Oh, you bet
y’are.