The Death of Hamlet

This is a five minute radio play based on 
Hamlet's last scene in William Shakespeare's: Hamlet.
This is an assignment for my Radio Writing
module at University.
This is copied and pasted from
the first draft and there is probably
a lot of mistakes. When I go through
and correct them I'll update this post
or just post the new draft.
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                                   SCENE: 1                                
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               Place the drinks down there, on the table.                  
                                                                           
          SOUND: GLASS BOTTLES BEING PLACED ONTO THE TABLE                 
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               Hamlet, if you strike the face on your first or second      
               hit we shall drink to your health. Judges, watch            
               closely, we want no cheating here in the den. Fair          
               fight men.                                                  
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Come on, mate. Give it all you’ve got.                      
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               Fists up, Hamlet.                                           
                                                                           
          SOUND: FIGHTING. FIST HITTING FIST. THUMP. THUMP.                
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Got’cha.                                                    
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               Oh come on you didn’t hit me, it glanced off my arm.        
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Judgment Osric?                                             
                                                                           
          OSRIC                                                            
               Laertes, he hit you. Fair and square. Socked you right      
               on the cheek.                                               
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               Come on. Again. Try to hit me a second time, you won’t      
               get close.                                                  
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               Hold on. Hamlet, lets drink! Pass me a bottle. Hamlet       
               this tablet is yours. Here’s to your health.                
                                                                           
          SOUND: SOME DANCE MUSIC SOUNDS                                   
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               Give him the bottle.                                        
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               One more bout your highness, I’m not very thirsty. Just     
               set it back down over there.                                
                                                                           
          SOUND: FIGHTING. FIST HITTING FIST. THUMP. THUMP.                
                                                                           
                                                           (CONTINUED)     
                                                                           
          CONTINUED:                                              2.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Got you again? Come on, don’t even try and lie.             
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               Woah, I wasn’t going to, you got me that time. My nose      
               is bleeding.                                                
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               Looks like our wager was well placed dear, Hamlet’s         
               going to win.                                               
                                                                           
          QUEEN GERTRUDE                                                   
               Look at him, he’s drenched in sweat. Here take this         
               towel, wipe yourself down. Pass me that beer, the           
               excitement has made so thirsty.                             
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Please don’t.                                               
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               Gertrude, that’s been set out a while. Let me get you       
               something fresher?                                          
                                                                           
          QUEEN GERTRUDE                                                   
               I don’t mind love, seriously.                               
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               (ASIDE TO LAERTES)                                          
               That’s the poisoned bottle. It’s too late.                  
                                                                           
          SOUND: SIPPING FROM A BOTTLE                                     
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               (ASIDE TO KING CLAUDIUS)                                    
               I’ll hit him now, sucker punch to the back of the head,     
               surely that’ll drop him.                                    
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               No, you’ll finish him honourably. Get you head in the       
               game.                                                       
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Come on Laertes. You’re just wasting time now. Come on,     
               give me all you’ve got. Third time lucky? You can do        
               better than this, or are you just trying to make a fool     
               of me?                                                      
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               Come on then.                                               
                                                                           
          SOUND: FIGHTING. THIS TIME IT IS CLEARLY MORE INTENSE.           
          GRUNTING. HEAVY PANTING.                                         
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                           (CONTINUED)     
                                                                           
          CONTINUED:                                              3.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
          OSRIC                                                            
               No hits either side. Back. Off.                             
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               Come on then!                                               
                                                                           
          SOUND: FLICK KNIFE OPENING.                                      
                                                                           
          OSRIC                                                            
               Hamlet, he has a blade.                                     
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               Too late.                                                   
                                                                           
          SOUND: HAMLET CRIES OUT IN PAIN.                                 
                                                                           
          SOUND: SCUFFLING AS HAMLET GOES AT LAERTES AND DISARMS HIM       
                                                                           
          SOUND: LAERTES CRIES OUT IN PAIN.                                
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Got you now, brother. How could you resort to dirty         
               prison tricks.                                              
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               Seperate them, they have gone mad.                          
                                                                           
          SOUND: BODY SLUMPING TO THE FLOOR                                
                                                                           
          OSRIC                                                            
               The Queen. Gertrude are you okay. Someone help. How is      
               it Laertes?                                                 
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               As a rat to my own den, I’ve just been had with my own      
               dirty tricks.                                               
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               How’s the Queen?                                            
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               She’s faint from the sight of the blood clearly.            
                                                                           
          QUEEN GERTRUDE                                                   
               No...no...the drink...the drink. Hamlet, my dear            
               Hamlet.                                                     
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               What is it?                                                 
                                                                           
          QUEEN GERTRUDE                                                   
               The drink...the drink...I am poisoned.                      
                                                                           
          SOUND: DEATH RATTLE AS QUEEN DIES                                
                                                                           
                                                           (CONTINUED)     
                                                                           
          CONTINUED:                                              4.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Foul play, someone’s posioned the drinks. Lock the          
               doors, no-one leaves till we find the dirty cheat.          
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               It’s right here Hamlet. You are slain, there is no          
               antidote in the world that can save you. You won’t live     
               even half an hour. The poison is in your hand on that       
               blade. Cheap tricks to kill you, the tip is coated in       
               poison. Like I said, there is no cure. It seems fate        
               was against me today as you have cut me with my own         
               blade, so now I’m dying. By my own hand really. Your        
               mother is dead, never to rise. It’s the Kings fault.        
               The King is to blame!                                       
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               The points poisoned? Then let is do it’s worst.             
                                                                           
          SOUND: KING CLAUDIUS CRIES OUT IN PAIN                           
                                                                           
          SOUND: CLEAR INTAKE OF AIR FROM ONLOOKERS. TORRENTS OF ABUSE     
          AT HAMLET                                                        
                                                                           
          ONLOOKER #1                                                      
               Traitor                                                     
                                                                           
          ONLOOKER #2                                                      
               Murderer!                                                   
                                                                           
          KING CLAUDIUS                                                    
               I’m not dead yet my friends, it’s only a wound.             
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Just a wound? Then here, drink this beer. Maybe it will     
               make you feel better. Is your union here? Follow my         
               mother!                                                     
                                                                           
          SOUND: KING CLAUDIUS DEATH RATTLE                                
                                                                           
          LAERTES                                                          
               He got what he deserved, that poison was created by         
               him. Please forgive me Hamlet. You killed me without        
               knowing, and my father deserved it. Don’t let our           
               deaths rest on your conscience when you go Hamlet.          
                                                                           
          SOUND: LAERTES DEATH RATTLE                                      
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               I’m dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu! You all stood     
               and watched in silence. An audience. I have something       
               to say, but I won’t last much longer, so there isn’t        
               much point. So it’ll have to go unsaid. Horatio, I’m        
               dead. While you live, tell people of me and set             
                              (MORE)                                       
                                                           (CONTINUED)     
                                                                           
          CONTINUED:                                              5.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
          HAMLET (cont’d)                                                  
               people’s opinions of me straight if they don’t believe      
               what happened here.                                         
                                                                           
          HORATIO                                                          
               I’m old, with out you lot what is there for me, this        
               was my life. I’m like an antique. There’s still some        
               poison left, I’ll die by your side.                         
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               Give me the drink! Let go! I swear to god I’ll have it      
               before you do. Oh Horatio. You probably won’t know          
               happiness for a while, but use the pain and anguish to      
               tell my story. Don’t let what went on down here go          
               unheard. Blow this wide open, it’s time to bring an end     
               to it.                                                      
                                                                           
          SOUND: MARCHING DRUMS, FAR OFF.                                  
                                                                           
          HAMLET                                                           
               What warlike noise is this? O’, I die, Horatio. The         
               potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit. I cannot live     
               to hear the new from England. But I do prophesy the         
               election lights on Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.       
               So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, which      
               have solicited.                                             
               (BEAT)                                                      
               The rest is silence.                                        
                                                                           
          SOUND: HAMLET DEATH RATTLE.

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