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Bertie Carvel and Richard Coyle in Ink

INK By James Graham Directed by Rupert Goold _ CONTENT WARNING This video contains strong language which may be offensive to some viewers and/or inappropriate for children. _ CREATIVE TEAM Writer: James Graham Director: Rupert Goold Design: Bunny Christie Lighting: Neil Austin Sound & Composition: Adam Cork Projection: Jon Driscoll Choreography & Movement Direction: Lynne Page Casting: Anne McNulty CDG Resident Director: Rebecca Frecknall Associate Choreographer: Gemma Payne Costume Supervision: Deborah Andrews Voice & Dialect Coach: Elspeth Morrison Video Programmer: Neville Bull Design Assistant: Verity Sadler Casting Consultant: Ruth O'Dowd CAST Cast Oliver Birch Rachel Caffrey Bertie Carvel Pearl Chanda Jonathan Coy Richard Coyle Geoffrey Freshwater Jack Holden Justin Salinger Sophie Stanton Tim Steed Tony Turner Rene Zagger https://almeida.co.uk/whats-on/ink/17... _ TRANSCRIPT: LAMB: Jesus, what a shithole… MURDOCH: Yeah, but it’s my shithole. But I like to think little imperfections give things a certain ‘character’. Like that little birth mark on your forehead – LAMB: It’s not a birthmark. It’s a scar. MURDOCH: Really? How’d you get it? In a fight? LAMB: Rupert… I get that you’ve come here, ready to, to take everything on, but I know what I’m talking about. The Street is the wild west. It’ll stand on you and crush you and keep crushing, just because you tried. MURDOCH: Oh you think I’ve not had to roll my sleeves up before? Punch my way out of corners? You think I’m afraid of these old bastards? I throw everything I have into this Sunday rag, to “buy my way in”, finally. My first time in the Old Press Club? All the other Chairmen in their leather chairs, clutching their papers, what happens? Up they go. Not one handshake. No cigar. Nothing. “The Aussie sheep farmer”. Well not for much longer, ey? LAMB: So that’s what this is. Revenge. MURDOCH: No. It’s business. And it’s revenge. I’m giving you the chance they never did, and it’s your last chance. I don’t mean to be the cunt that points that out, but there you go. Captain of your own ship. It’s not much, but it could be yours. What do you say? Me and you together, Larry. Rupert the Sheep, and Larry the Lamb. Listen. They’re starting… Can you feel that..? You miss it, don’t you? “Fleet Street.” Aren’t you romantic about it? LAMB: How can you not be? Sat between St Paul’s and the Courts of Justice. Law to the left of us, God to the right. MURDOCH: I sign the papers tomorrow. What do you say? LAMB: There’ll be a lot of blood. MURDOCH: God I hope so. _ The Almeida Theatre exists to launch the next generation of British artists onto the world stage. We make the argument for theatre as an essential force in an increasingly fragmented society. To find out more visit: https://almeida.co.uk​​​​​​ Follow us at: Facebook -   / almeidatheatre   Twitter -   / almeidatheatre   Instagram -   / almeida_theatre