Saturday, January 2, 2010

Act. The end of the Scene. Bolivian Tango

Two men are sitting at a table for coffee.

Neither is drinking.

We’re beginning in the middle of their conversation.

Man 1. And so the girl came along and the boy just left with her. I think she took the baby too.

Man 2. So… this has to do with us?

Man 1. Yeah.

Man 2. The gay penguins at the zoo… they have to do with us?

Man 1. Yes.

Man 2. Okay.

Beat

Man 1. Paul?

Man 2. Yes?

Man 1. Are we the gay penguin parents from the zoo?

Man 2. Yes.

Beat

Man 1. What’s her name?

Man 2. Sadie.

Man 1. Gross.

Man 2. I just think little Rachel needs a mother.

Man 1. Okay.

Man 2. And Rachel likes Sadie.

Man 1. Okay.

Beat

Man 2. I found Jesus. And Jesus helped me fin Rachel. And Rachel helped me find happiness.

Man 1. Okay.

Man 2. Okay.

Beat

Man 2. So we cool?

Sadie walks in with Rachel on her hip.

Sadie. Let’s go, dear.

Man 2. Alright. I’ll see you later.

Man 1. Hi, Rachel.

Rachel. Sunday School says you’re going to hell.

Man 1. Probably.

End

Friday, January 1, 2010

Act. The Curse of Scene. the Malaysian Crush

A woman is digging a hole.

Another woman walks up and stares for a minute.

Watcher. Almost there?

Digger. Not quite sure.

Watcher. Yeah…

Digger crouches down and feels the floor of the hole.

Watcher. Hot? Is it hot?

Digger. Cold.

Watcher. Huh…

Digger. Yeah, I know. Strange.

Watcher. Strange.

Digger. Yeah, I know.

Pause

Digger decides to keep digging.

Watcher pulls out a soda.

Watcher. Want one?

Digger. No.

Digger digs.

Watcher watches.

A ‘clink’ is heard.

They get excited.

Watcher. What was that?

Digger. A clink. It’s shiny. IT’S SHINY!!

Watcher. Dig it! Dig it! Dig it!

Digger. I’m digging! It’s shiny! Oh! It’s so shiny!!

Watcher. Get it!

Digger digs real fast and throws her shovel.

She bends down and grabs what was in the hole.

Watcher. Drag it up!

Digger. Help me!

Watcher. Ugh.

Watcher gets in the hole.

They both emerge.

The drag a man’s corpse.

Watcher. Get the watch!

Digger. Gold bracelet.

Watcher. Rings.

Digger. There are two.

Watcher. Three. Check the pinky.

Digger. Right.

Watcher. Shoes.

Digger. Necklace.

Watcher. Wallet?

Digger. They don’t bury you with a wallet.

Watcher. Check anyway. Dad always had his wallet on him not matter what.

Digger flips the corpse over and checks his pockets.

Mother appears from the shadows.

Mother. Looking for something?

Mother is dangling a wallet from between her fingers.

Watcher. Mom!

Mother. Seventy-two dollars and Ten Euros.

Digger. Give it!

Digger lunges to Mother.

They wrestle.

Obscenities are exchanged.

Digger. Whore!

Mother. Slut!

Digger. Bitch!

Mother. Cunt!

Digger. AAAHHHH!!!

In one final struggle, Digger wins the wallet.

Mother. I want the body then.

Watcher. What can you do with it?

Mother. Sell it to science. Taxidermy, maybe. Hell if I know.

Digger. Fine. Have it.

Mother goes over and drags the body off.

Mother. Ungrateful bitches. Should have killed you when I had the chance.

Watcher. What we get?

Digger. A lot. We got a lot!!

Watcher. Three hundred?

Digger. Four hundred, probably.

Watcher. Yes!

Beat

Digger. Um… here.

Watcher. What?

Digger. It’s one of the rings.

Watcher. Well, let’s just sell everything together then we can split the money. That way we are for sure that it’s even.

Digger. No. I want you to have this ring.

Beat

Digger. Marry me.

Watcher. You’re disgusting.

Digger. I’ve known you my entire life and I love you. I know it doesn’t make sense. But somehow it does. Please. Marry me.

Watcher. I can’t.

Digger. Please.

Watcher. No. It isn’t right.

Beat

Digger. I hate you.

Digger tackles Watcher and straddles on top of her and begins shoving their newfound riches into her mouth until she chokes and dies.

Digger then drags watcher’s body into the hole and begins to fill it up.

Digger begins to cry and talk to herself.

Digger. Almost there?
Not quite sure.

Yeah…

It’s cold.

Strange.

End

Act. Pro Scene. Logue

**Most likely a prologue to something that hasn't been written yet. And may never be**

Nothing

Or something.

It speaks…

In the beginning there was nothing. And from that nothing something came. We do not know what this something was… but we can safely assume that it, indeed, was something. For shortly after there was that something that came from the nothing came us. Humans. Which some people consider ‘nothing’.

From the nothing of humans came a world of pleasure. Art. Books. Television. Diapers. Cocaine. Alcohol. Dildos. Felatio. Cunnilingus.

And from these great pleasures came great pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Disease. Rash. Crabs. Pre-mature ejaculation.

We are merely nothing more than the nothing that existed before the something.

But out of this nothing.

We breed hope.

Love.

We create for ourselves a history.

We suffer our whole lives fitting the me into the we.

We long for each other.

We cry when lovers leave.

We cry when parents pass.

But sometimes I fear I think too much.

I’ve fallen in love only once. And I whispered into my lover’s ear, ‘I want to film you… and I have never filmed anything before.’

I wish the heart were a voluntary muscle… so I could stop it.