Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Clouds Over Fields Of May (Third Draft)

Note: The roles of the Priest, Waiter, members of the Clergy, and Bar Mitzvah guests should all be double cast as the director sees fit with Daniel, Sean, Grams, Debbie, and Brian. An additional actor may also be used to fill the roles (especially in terms of aging).

SCENE 1
Scene opens in complete darkness

PRIEST
Receive this burning light, and keep thy Baptism so as to be without blame: keep the commandments of God, that when the Lord shall come to the nuptials, thou mayest meet Him together with all the Saints in the heavenly court, and mayest have eternal life and live for ever and ever.

MAN AND WOMAN
Amen.

ALL
Amen.

Brian and Connor stand as the lights come up. They are in a Church pew, with plenty of people in the rows around them. The Priest stands in the opposite corner of the stage with a Man and a Woman, holding a child wrapped in white linens. There should be an aspersorium on stage, or something to represent one. They prepare for the Catholic ritual of Baptism.

PRIEST
(singing)
Through Him, with Him, in Him. In the unity of the Holy Spirit. All glory and honor is Yours, almighty Father. Forever and ever.

The Congregation kneels in prayer. The Priest continues conducting silently in the background while the following dialogue takes place; at this point in the mass, he should be preparing for Communion. Connor and Brian attempt to keep their voices down so as not to disrupt the Mass.

CONNOR
I really wish they’d let you know ahead of time when they’re going to have a Baptism in the middle of Mass.

BRIAN
While normally I’m compelled to disagree with you by default, they did have nine months prior notice to plan.

CONNOR
And furthermore-who Baptizes on a Saturday? The afternoon Mass is specifically designed for those of us who don’t want to put up with this kind of thing. How often does this even happen?

BRIAN
Can’t be that uncommon. In my church, we call your kind “breeders.” It’s what you do.

CONNOR
Luck of the Irish.

CONGREGATION MEMBER
Shh!

CONNOR
Sorry.

The Congregation rises. Connor and Brian follow automatically.

ALL
Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

PRIEST
Deliver us, Lord, from every evil.

ALL
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are Yours, now and forever.

PRIEST
The Peace of the Lord be with you always.

ALL
And also with you.

PRIEST
Let us offer each other a sign of peace.

The members of the Congregation all take turns shaking hands.

BRIAN
I thought you liked the little toddlers, Connor. What’s got you so bothered?

CONNOR
I don’t dislike kids, I just like to know when I’m goin’ to Mass that I’ll be there for an hour, tops.

BRIAN
Really, what’s another fifteen minutes gonna do?

CONNOR
Normally, it’s not a big deal, but...I said I’d go to Sarah’s little cousin’s Bar...bar...

BRIAN
You want to skip church to go drinkin’? Spoken like a true Catholic.

CONNOR
Bar Mitzvah.

ALL
Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed.

The Congregation rises and forms into a line to take Communion. Brian and Connor continue talking in single file line as the approach the Priest.

BRIAN
So you’re skippin’ Church for a Jewish rager?

CONNOR
Free Manishewitz.

BRIAN
Ah. The things we do for love. Why don’t you bring her to Mass with ya then? If they let a homo through the doors without bursting into flames, I’m sure a Jew would okay. Well, actually...

One at a time, Brian and Connor take Communion. They circle around,following the Congregation, and return to the pew to kneel and pray. Once their prayers are complete:

CONNOR
And on that note, I’ve always been wonderin’-how did ya break to Grams ya liked men?

BRIAN
It’s a funny story, really. The old woman was more nervous than I was about it. Ya know what she said?
(in a Brogue)
‘Oh God, I thought you were gonna tell me you were a Protestant.’

The Congregation moves to a sitting position from the kneeling one.

CONNOR
Bull shit.

BRIAN
Swearing in church, that’ll score you some points.

CONNOR
She really reacted like that?

BRIAN
She did. It’s a strange thing about her-she doesn’t care much what you do, as long as you’re a Catholic and you still go to Church.

CONNOR
As long as you’re a Catholic, huh?

BRIAN
Why, what’s on your mind? You thinkin’ about giving the other team a try?

The Congregation rises.

PRIEST
The Lord be with you.

BRIAN
I’m sure Sarah’d love that. ‘Oh, by the way...’

ALL
And also with you.

CONNOR
I think I’m askin’ Sarah to marry me tonight.

PRIEST
May almighty God bless you. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

ALL
Amen.

BRIAN
Amen!

PRIEST
The celebration has ended. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.

ALL
Thanks be to God.

BRIAN
Guess I’m not the only Black Sheep in house then.

Church concessional hymn begins.

BRIAN
You’ll be fine, kid. Just don’t have too much of that mana-whosit crap before you do it. Grams’ll kill ya if ya turn your back on whiskey for wine.

CONNOR
Thanks. I’m gonna duck out. Avoid the rush in the parking lot.

BRIAN
Hell is fleets of soccer vans.

CONNOR
Yeah. I’ll see ya?

BRIAN
Good luck. Oh, and if you can me that three hundred bucks you owe soon, I’d appreciate it.

CONNOR
Yeah, yeah. You’ll get your cash.

SARAH
Connor? There you are!

Sarah enters as the lights changes, indicating a flashback. Connor sees her, and leaves the pew to join up with her, as the rest of the church service disperses. The Church Concessional hymn reaches a plagal cadence and changes to a minor key (it will eventually become “Hava Nagila” without a break). The church and congregation transform into the setting and guests of a Bar Mitzvah

SARAH
You know, for a second, I thought you stood me up!

CONNOR
Yeah, sorry. I was held up at Mass.

SARAH
Church on a Saturday? You sure you’re not a Jew?
(they kiss)
How are you?

CONNOR
I’m fine. I was just gettin’ nervous. There was a Baptism, it pushed the service back a bit. But I’m here now!

Hand in hand, they move to join the celebration.

SARAH
So you’re saying you’re late because your priest was drowning babies.

CONNOR
It’s not like he dunks the thing and holds it under water! He just blesses ‘em. And if he did let ‘em swim, he’d at least have floaties.

SARAH
(laughing)
I’m sure.

CONNOR
Besides, it’s better’n takin’ a knife to his pecker while the family cheers him on.

SARAH
...’pecker’?

CONNOR
Well, I wouldn’t feel right calling it a ‘dick’ when he’s only two weeks old. That’s just crass.

SARAH
You’re a strange man.

CONNOR
I’ve been told as much.

SARAH
So guess what?

CONNOR
What?

SARAH
Guess...

CONNOR
Okay...haircut?

SARAH
No. Come on, seriously.

CONNOR
No? Um...your Dad finally remember my name?

SARAH
No! You, sir, are looking at the new assistant editor for Night Style magazine.

CONNOR
Oh. Ya got it? Sarah, that’s..that’s great! When did you find out?

SARAH
Yesterday, at the end of the day. It won’t be official until next week, so they haven’t really given me much in terms of my pay and stuff-but still!

Debbie enters.

CONNOR
But still, it’s somethin’, yeah? You’ll be makin’ a hell of a lot more than me now.

SARAH
Don’t knock yourself, Irish. Think of it this way-I can be your sugar mama.

DEBBIE
Connor. Nice of you to join us.

CONNOR
Hello, Mrs. Cantor.

DEBBIE
For the last time, call me Debbie. You know, I noticed that you weren’t at temple this morning for the ceremony-just showing up for the party, I see?

SARAH
Mom, if I recall, you weren’t at temple either. I think you were out shopping?

DEBBIE
I’m just repeating what your father told me.

SARAH
Thanks, mom.

DEBBIE
Speaking of which, have you seen Jacob yet? You know he’s here. He’s over there talking with the DJ right now, but I’m sure he’d be alright with a little interruption.

CONNOR
...Jacob? Who-?

DEBBIE
Sarah’s college sweetheart. Her first love.

SARAH
We dated freshman year. Very, very briefly.

CONNOR
Oh. That guy. What’s he doing here?

DEBBIE
The whole synagogue’s invited. They always are. Besides, Sarah, I think maybe he came to see you. Maybe you two can catch up a bit. Did you hear about his new job? He’s got some big corporate executive suit thing going with Time Warner...accounts manager something or other. It’s really impressive, he must be pulling in at least six digits...

SARAH
I’m sure.

DEBBIE
Well? Are you gonna go talk to him?

SARAH
Maybe later, Mom. Connor and I were talking. I’m trying to entertain my guest and all that.

DEBBIE
Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two alone. Not that you can afford much privacy with all this noise, but still.

SARAH
Thanks,mom.

CONNOR
Bye Mrs. Uh, Debbie.

DEBBIE
Oh, and we’re taking some pictures a little later with the family, so don’t stray too far. I’ll come find you when it’s time.
(beat)
And go talk to Jacob! I’m sure he’d love to see you!

SARAH
Bye, mom.

Debbie leaves to join a ring of people that is forming away from Connor and Sarah; by now, the music should have fully transitioned into “Hava Nagila.”

SARAH
Isn’t she pleasant?

CONNOR
She can be.

SARAH
Care to dance?

CONNOR
I’m not so sure I know how to-

SARAH
Come on, let’s join in.

CONNOR
Normally, I’ve had a bit to drink before I do this.

SARAH
All you have to do is clap, Connor. Besides-

CONNOR
I’m not havin’ your crap wine.

Grams enters as Sarah exits to join in the “Hava Nagila” off stage; Connor follows her but does not exit. Music fades. Lights change drastically to indicate a flashback.

GRAMS
Get back here, boy.

CONNOR
(about 13 years old)
Yes, ma’am?

GRAMS
Connor, I’ve a word with ya.

CONNOR
(swallowing hard)
What is it?

GRAMS
It’s laundry day, you know.

CONNOR
Yes, ma’am.

GRAMS
And I was goin’ through the clothin’ when I found your zip-up here. Care to give it bit of a whiff?
She hands the sweatshirt to him, and he smells it. Without a word, he looks at her, and shrinks; not his body per se, but his essence and posture.

GRAMS
Ya care to tell me why it reaks o’ cigarettes and smoke?
(beat)
Well? Do ya?

CONNOR
No, ma’am.

GRAMS
No? Well I’ll not be havin’ it in my house, ya understand? Those little sticks’ll kill ya, they will. They stink your breathe, and yellow up your skin. Is that what ya want? Hm?

CONNOR
No, ma’am.

Brian enters

BRIAN
(at 16 years old)
What’s all the fuss?

GRAMS
That’s not your business.

BRIAN
(noticing the sweatshirt)
Ah, there it is. Sorry, Connor, I meant to tell ya that I borrowed your hoodie on Friday night.

GRAMS
Oh? Is that so?

Brian and Connor exchange a telling look.

BRIAN
Yeah, I, uh, left mine in my locker on accident. I was gonna wash it for him but I forgot-when you’re in a small club, people smokin’ everywhere, the smell just kinda sticks.

Grams looks back and forth suspiciously between the two.

GRAMS
Alright. Yer off the hook.

Grams smacks Connor on the upper arm and points her finger at him to get his
attention; Connor rubs his arm.

But don’t you forget what I was sayin’ about the cigarettes. If ya even think about tryin’ it, it won’t be tolerated. Remember that.

CONNOR
Yes, ma’am.

GRAMS
(kisses him on the cheek)
Alright then, run off. And don’t get yourself in too much trouble with your friends.

Connor looks at Brian and silently thanks him with his eyes. Brian gives him a walk as Connor walks away, still rubbing his arm. Brian and Grams exit. Lights shift again to indicate the present

CONNOR
Jesus Christ, that’s a heavy woman.

SARAH
That’s my aunt you’re talking about.

CONNOR
Is it now?

SARAH
Just be lucky you caught her after her diet.

CONNOR
I don’t really think I caught her at all. Ah, is this somethin’ you always do?

SARAH
More or less. It’s a celebration.

CONNOR
In my experience, you only lift a chair when you’ve been drinkin’ for a fight.

SARAH
Well apparently we’re prone to much less violence than you.

CONNOR
My shoulder begs to differ.

DEBBIE
(shouting from across stage)
Sarah! Come on! We’re having our pictures taken!

SARAH
(shouting)
Be right there, Mom!
(to Connor)
I’ll be back in a few. Try not to hurt yourself while I’m gone.

CONNOR
It’s a bit too late for that one.

SARAH
Then I guess you’ll have to drink the pain away

Sarah kisses Connor and goes to join her family elsewhere on the stage.

CONNOR
(calling after her)
I’m not drinkin’ your crap wine!

Connor stands alone by the food and drink for a bit, nursing his arm and feeling out of place while the celebration buzzes around him. At one point, he looks to the spread of Manishewitz and decides to try a shot; his opinion doesn’t change. After snacking on a few more finger foods, Daniel joins him.

DANIEL
Glad you could make it, Connor.

CONNOR
(swallowing)
Evenin’, Mr. Cantor.

DANIEL
How’s Tommy doing?

CONNOR
Tommy?

DANIEL
The mayor! How’s the mayor doing? You give him my regards?

CONNOR
I-ah, well, like I told ya, Danny, I don’t really-Yeah. He sends his best.

DANIEL
Good. That’s good.

CONNOR
Yep.
(beat)

DANIEL
How’s that arm doing?

CONNOR
Hurts a bit. I usually try to drink beyond the point of feelin’ before carryin’ chairs around with people in ‘em.

DANIEL
My nephew’s a pretty good sized kid now-a-days.

CONNOR
He’s not the least of it.
(awkward beat)

DANIEL
So how’s work? How’s the mayor?

CONNOR
He’s fine. It’s busy, you know, keepin’ up with all the campaign coverage and, uh-

DANIEL
You tell Tommy I said hi? Did I ask you that already?

CONNOR
You did, sir, and I, uh, I told him. I told you that I told him.

Sarah leaves her family, goes outside to have a cigarette

DANIEL
Right, right. Forgetful sometimes, you know. That’s good though. Real good.
(beat)
Hey, have you met Jacob yet? You two could talk, make some business connections or something. He’s got some friends over at City Hall, too. I bet you’ve got a lot in common. Well, besides my daughter.

CONNOR
No, actually, we, uh, we haven’t met yet, I’ve just been told about him. A lot.
(painfully awkward beat)
Anyways, I’ve gotta go find Sarah now.

DANIEL
Alright. I think she’s back out in the lobby taking photographs. It’s been nice talking with you!

CONNOR
Yeah. I’ll see you around.

Connor leaves to find Sarah, as Daniel tries a few more hors d’ouevres. He finds her having a smoke by herself.

CONNOR
What’s, the family drivin’ ya nuts?

SARAH
You know that old superstition that every time you have your picture taken, it steals a little tiny piece of your soul? I think it’s true. At least it would explain the family gathering.

CONNOR
You say that like it’s some wild ritual-like the mating habits of ostriches-the family gathering.

SARAH
I think that about sums it up.
(She laughs softly and takes a drag)
How about you? Been meeting all the cousins and whatnot?

CONNOR
Ran into your father by the finger foods.

SARAH
Oh? And how was that?

CONNOR
Riveting might be the best way to put it.

Sarah laughs and takes another drag.

CONNOR
Mind if I-have a drag?

SARAH
You sure? It’s a lousy habit.

CONNOR
Yeah, I’m sure.

Connor fumbles with the cigarette in his hand and takes a drag.

CONNOR
I only really smoke when I’m-

SARAH
You seem nervous.

CONNOR
-drunk or nervous.

SARAH
What’s on your mind? I told you not to have too much Kosher wine.

CONNOR
Hah. That’s hardly it.
(beat. Connor takes a drag and coughs)

SARAH
(taking the cigarette back)
Alright, cough it up.

CONNOR
I think I just did.
(beat. Sarah stares at him impatiently)
Alright, alright. I’ve just got somethin’ I wanted to show ya, that’s all.

SARAH
Well?

CONNOR
Hold your horses, woman, Jesus.

Connor rummages through his pocket.

SARAH
Aren’t you not supposed to use the Lord in vain?

CONNOR
Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things we’re not supposed to do.

Connor pulls a Claddagh Ring out.

CONNOR
Here it is.

SARAH
(shocked)
...Connor? Is that-what are you-

CONNOR
It’s a Claddagh Ring, Sarah. Not one of those twenty-five cent ones, either. My Grandfather bought it for my Grams in Galway, ‘fore they crossed over.

SARAH
What are-what are you trying to say?

CONNOR
It depends on how ya wear it. See, on your right hand, it tells if you’re single, or datin’ someone. Depends where the heart points.

SARAH
And on the left?

CONNOR
When the heart’s pointin’ outwards, it...means the person’s engaged.
(beat)
So, uh, yeah. Go ahead. Try it on-if you’d like.

Glowing, smiling, Sarah slips the ring onto our left ring finger, heart pointing out, and raises her hand in front of her to look at it.

CONNOR
Well? What do ya think?

Lights change to indicate the present. Connor exits. Sarah is now at work, playing with an outward pointing Claddagh ring on her right hand. Brian enters; she does not hear him.

BRIAN
I always thought I’d be the first to give that ring away.

Sarah turns around startled; she might be seated in an office chair at her desk, in which case she would spin around to face him.

SARAH
Brian! Hi! Sorry, I didn’t hear you, I was drifting off-

BRIAN
Granted, Grams probably wouldn’t give it to me. Though, we are in Massachusetts, so if the opportunity did arise...

SARAH
Well, looks like you missed your chance.

BRIAN
I gotta say though, I’m surprised he actually went through it. I mean, I’m glad, of course, but I’m impressed. The kid finally grew some balls.

Sarah rolls her eyes and turns away from him for a moment.

SARAH
Anyway, what have you got for me?

BRIAN
Remember that place over on Columbus we were looking to write about? Head cook called back, wants to set up a time for someone to come in and try everything out.

SARAH
Finally. Yeah, um, can you send me an e-mail reminding me?

BRIAN
Yeah, sure, that’s fine.

SARAH
Awesome, thanks.

BRIAN
Ya know--I think I’ve got to take a little credit for it. I mean, I did set you two up in the first place.

SARAH
(laughs)
Yeah. Who’d have thought it would come to this?

BRIAN
Not me, anyway. It all started as a last-ditch attempt to get the poor kid laid.

Sarah knows Brian’s joking, as she plays along, feigning anger.

SARAH
Thanks, you big jerk.

BRIAN
No problem. I’m gonna head back over to my cute little cubicle. Not all of us get the kind of small shared office amenities that you do.

SARAH
Bye, Brian.

Brian exits as Sarah turns back to her desk. The telephone rings, and she picks it up.

SARAH
Hello?

Lights shift to indicate a flashback

DEBBIE
(offstage)
Sarah! Sarah...

SARAH
(about age 16)
Ugh, I gotta go. I’ll call you when I get home. Bye.
(Sarah hangs the phone up)
(yelling, to Debbie)
What, mom?

Debbie enters.

DEBBIE
Sarah, honey, what are you doing?

SARAH
I’m getting ready, what does it look like?

DEBBIE
Getting ready? Getting ready for what, dear, where are you going?

SARAH
Out. I’m going out, it’s Friday, mom. That’s what you do on a Friday.

DEBBIE
Well who are you going out with?

SARAH
Mom...

DEBBIE
I’m just asking! I’m a concerned mother, you just got your license, I want to make sure you’re safe. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.

SARAH
(reluctantly)
I’m just...going out to see a movie, with this guy from one of my classes.

DEBBIE
A boy?

SARAH
Yes, mother.

DEBBIE
Tell me about him.

SARAH
I’m trying to get ready, mom.

DEBBIE
How old Is he? Is he older? Is he a senior? Tell me about him.

SARAH
Goodbye, mom.

DEBBIE
Is he Jewish?

BLACK OUT.
Connor begins playing “On Raglan Road” on guitar.

LIGHTS FADE IN

SCENE 2
Lights up as Connor begins to sing while still playing. He sits on a chair in the kitchen of his dad’s house.

CONNOR
(singing)
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And said let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day

On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

Sean, Connor’s father, enters.

SEAN
(also singing)
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
(speaking)
Should’ve stuck widh it. You’ve a great voice, I always said it.

Connor puts the guitar down.

CONNOR
Never had the patience.

SEAN
Never had the discipline.

CONNOR
Are ya still goin’ to the craic?

SEAN
When I’ve the time.

CONNOR
Where ya been, Dad? I came over last night for dinner like always, and nobody’s home. I waited around a while before I went home, and I been callin’ all night and day. Neither you nor Grams is pickin’ up the phone, and when I show up with a key the place is empty and-

SEAN
When was the last time ya put in such an effort to see your old man, huh?

CONNOR
Well, this is important.

SEAN
I’m sure it is. Come on, let’s hear what you’ve got.

CONNOR
Da, where’s Grams? I know ya never let her leave the house alone, and she’s been gone at least as long as I’ve been here.

Slowly, Sean takes a seat beside Connor.

SEAN
I just came back from the hospital, lad.
(beat. Connor stares, silent)
Yer grandmother had a heart attack yesterday.

CONNOR
What?

SEAN
She’s stabilized; they’ve got her on machines and all, but-

CONNOR
Why didn’t you call me?

SEAN
Because I was trying to tend to the woman, Connor. I was trying to make sure everyt’in’ was alright wit’ ‘er.

CONNOR
But it is.

SEAN
Aye. For now.

CONNOR
You could have called me earlier.

SEAN
Well I’m tellin’ ya now. I didn’t want to worry ya.

CONNOR
Does Brian know?

SEAN
No, Brian doesn’t know. Not yet, anyway.
(Silence; Connor takes it in.)
So what’d ya want to tell me? Better not be any bad news in it.

CONNOR
Well, I can’t tell ya now. It just sounds selfish.

SEAN
Connor, ya ought ta tell me what ya need. I’m not in a mood for screwin’ around.

CONNOR
(reluctantly)
I was gonna see if I could borrow some money. Bills are pilin’ up and all. But it seems we got more pressin’ issues now.

SEAN
Borrowin’ money? That’s all you’re worryin’ about?

CONNOR
Well, I-

SEAN
It’s not a problem, Connor. Honest.

CONNOR
Thanks, Da.
(beat)
There is one more thing I gotta tell ya.

SEAN
Oh? What’s that?

CONNOR
(Nervous, fidgeting. He lets out a heavy sigh before he says:)
We called the engagement off. Sarah and I. It started comin’ to a head a few weeks back. We’d been tryin’ to figure it all out, but...yeah.
(beat)
Looks like we’re not gettin’ married, Da. Not anymore.

Lights dim on Connor and Sean and come up on Sarah, Debbie and Daniel, elsewhere on the stage. Lights should indicate a flashback

DANIEL
Have you talked to him about it yet?

DEBBIE
Did you think it out a little bit?

SARAH
Sorry if I thought you’d be excited for me.

DANIEL
Darling, we are-

DEBBIE
We are?

DANIEL
I’m excited for you.

DEBBIE
Daniel, that’s enough. So you haven’t had a talk with him at all about converting? Jacob wouldn’t have to convert...

SARAH
No, Mom, I haven’t. I’m not marrying Jacob, and I’m sorry, but that conversation was not my top priority at the time.

DEBBIE
What was your priority then?

DANIEL
Debbie, please...

SARAH
Why’s this so important to you? You never go to temple, Mom. You don’t recall a word of Hebrew-

DEBBIE
He’s a goyem.

SARAH
That’s Yiddish.

DEBBIE
Shagitz.
(Sarah glares at Debbie)
Whatever.

SARAH
You don’t even keep Kosher.

DEBBIE
Neither do you!

SARAH
That’s my point! What difference does it make if he’s Jewish or not?

Lights come up on a different part of the stage, where Connor stands in a hospital room in the present; Grams lays resting in a hospital bed. Sean stands nearby.

DANIEL
It’s...cultural, sweetheart-

CONNOR
How are ya, Grams?

DEBBIE
It’s insulting.

GRAMS
(difficulty speaking)
Connor? Go mbeannaí Dia is Muire duit.

DEBBIE
Other people don’t understand us, darling.

CONNOR
Grams, ya know I don’t speak-

SARAH
Why? What makes us any different?

SEAN
It’s Connor, ma. It’s your grandson.

GRAMS
Connor, my boy, I’m so glad ya came.

DANIEL
There’s history, Sarah. Oppression, people know about, but-

SEAN
She’s not been so responsive.

DANIEL
-Perseverance is something not everyone understands.

GRAMS
Come closer, let me see ya, with those smilin’ Irish eyes o’ yer grandfat’er.

CONNOR
Missed you at dinner last night, Grams.

DEBBIE
Family is family, sweetie. We’re not saying you can never...

GRAMS
Ay, if only they’d let me cook for meself. The food here’ll kill me if me heart don’t get it first.

DEBBIE
We just...would rather that you marry a Jew.

GRAMS
A lonely heart can kill ya, Connor. I’m just lucky that mine took a while for it. D’ya understan’ what I’m sayin’?

DANIEL
Or that he...become a Jew.

CONNOR
I think so.

GRAMS
I just want to make sure that you’re happy, boy.

SARAH
I can never make you happy, can I?

Sarah exits; lights fade out on Debbie and Daniel.

GRAMS
So ya better hurry up widh it, ‘cause I’ll be wantin’ to see me great-grandkids ‘fore I die.
(she shows signs of struggling)
From the looks of it, that somethin’s comin’ sooner ‘en later.

CONNOR
Don’t say that, Grams.

GRAMS
Ah, sometimes ya got to face the truth of it.

CONNOR
The doctors said you’re stabilized...

GRAMS
Aye, but somethin’ else’ll come, I’m sure of it. I just want to know I got a legacy a’ somethin’, ‘sall. Thar’s a tradition in the family thats ya gotta keep alive. Yer brother sure as hell ain’t keepin’ the family on ‘imself.

CONNOR
At least he tries.

GRAMS
I bet he does. And I’m sure th’Lord knows it, but sometimes it ain’t enough. How’s your girl, eh? The pretty Jewish widh the dark hair. Ya treat’in’ ‘er well, I hope? ‘N she’s doin’ the same fer you?

CONNOR
Actually, uh...

(Sean places his hand on Connor’s shoulder and looks at him intently)

CONNOR
Yeah. She’s fine. Everything’s great.

GRAMS
Ah. Good to hear it. T’ese old ears could use a little somet’in’ upbeat. And how’s the job? What good ya gonna be to a to a girl widh nothin’ ta offer ‘er?

CONNOR
It’s goin’. I’ve been savin’ money. Or tryin’ to, anyway. It’s hard work, ya now? But I’m in line for a promotion, I think. Well, eventually, and...

SEAN
Connor’s doin’ alright fer ‘imself, ma. Don’t ya worry ‘bout ‘im. He’ll find a girl. He’ll do ya right.

GRAMS
That’s a boy. Always knowin’ how to make an old woman proud.

CONNOR
I love you, grandma.

GRAMS
I love you, too, boy. Now let yer Grams get her rest, aye? ‘Tis been a long, long day, it has.

CONNOR
Sure.

Connor kisses her on the forehead. Lights shift to indicate a flashback

BRIAN
Connor, quit dickin’ around, or you’re gonna be late!

CONNOR
Hold yer horses!
(to Grams)
Wish me luck.

GRAMS
Just don’t be thinkin’ too much about it. You’ll be fine. And don’t get too carried away, if ya get the meanin’. Now have a good night.
(yelling, to Brian)
And Brian? Watch yer blasted tongue! I don’t want to hear no words like that from you again.

BRIAN
Grams, I’m twenty-

GRAMS
Brian.

CONNOR
G’night, Grams.

GRAMS
Good night, boy.

BRIAN
Ya need a ride?

CONNOR
I can drive myself, thanks.

BRIAN
Hey, big brother’s just lookin’ out for ya.

CONNOR
I think you’ve done enough.

Connor walks downstage and encounters Sarah, sitting at a table. He takes a seat in the empty chair across from her.

SARAH
Late for the first date. Brian didn’t warn you about my wrath for the tardy?

CONNOR
Actually, that’s just why I’m late. He wouldn’t shut up about it. You’d think he’s sabotagin’ me.


SARAH
What! He hasn’t got a bad thought in his body!

CONNOR
You’re not his baby brother.

SARAH
That’s true. I’m pretty sure I’m not equipped to be anybody’s brother.

CONNOR
Ha. What about you? Have ya any brothers or sisters for yourself?

SARAH
Me? No way. I’m too much of a Daddy’s girl to possibly have a sibling.

CONNOR
Thanks for the warning.

SARAH
Hey, at least I’m being honest. It’s only fair, I mean, I figured Brian never told you what he really got you into it.

Waiter comes by and fills their glasses with water.

CONNOR
He’s got a tendency to skip the details like that.

SARAH
So your brother tells me that you work for the mayor.

CONNOR
Eh, not directly. I work in the press office, so I guess I just write about him, more than anything else.

SARAH
You’re a writer?

CONNOR
Journalist, yeah.

SARAH
Me too.

CONNOR
A journalist?

SARAH
A writer. Well, kind of a journalist I guess.

CONNOR
Make up your mind, darlin’. You can’t be both. Got to be one, or th’ other.

SARAH
(laughing)
Why can’t you be both?

CONNOR
A writer is a charmin’ alcoholic. A journalist is just a nosey asshole.
(beat)
Suppose I shoulda been a writer...

The Waiter comes by again.

WAITER
Have you decided what you’d like?

SARAH
Yeah, umm...I’ll have the-lobster ravioli?

WAITER
Okay, and yourself, sir?

CONNOR
Ah...haven’t really looked...hold on...umm...guess I’ll take...can I just get a burger?
(beat. Blank stare from the waiter)
I’ll have the steak.

WAITER
How would you like it?

CONNOR
Bloody as ya got it?

WAITER
Medium, alright.

CONNOR
Oh, and a-bottle of cabarnet?
WAITER

Sure. I’ll be right back with it.

He exits.

SARAH
Liquor me up on the first date, huh?

CONNOR
I think I’m doin’ you the favor, really.

SARAH
Oh? And how’s that?

CONNOR
I really don’t know, I just thought it’d be a good response.

SARAH
Look at you with the jokes.

CONNOR
I try. Every now and then, I succeed, too.
SARAH
Well, so far you’re doing alright.
(beat as they share a moment)
Will you excuse me? I’m just going to hit the ladies room for a moment.

CONNOR
I thought you traveled in packs for that?

SARAH
No, this time I actually have to pee.

CONNOR
Oh. Well, don’t let me keep ya then.

SARAH
I won’t.

Sarah smiles flirtatiously and exits to the bathroom. Connor is left alone for a moment, clearly giddy. Lights change to signal the end of flashback.
Connor sits at a table in the hospital food court, thinking about Grams’s condition, when he sees Sarah enter.

CONNOR
Sarah? Sarah! Hey! Sarah!

SARAH
...Connor? Hi.

CONNOR
It’s, uh...how are you? I haven’t spoken to you in a bit.

SARAH
Yeah.

CONNOR
So uh, what’s up? What’s new? Anything, ya know, exciting going on with ya, or...

SARAH
I’m in a hospital food court on a high holy day, so I can’t eat anything, and, well, I’m in a hospital which usually that indicates that something’s wrong with someone

CONNOR
Did you want anything to eat?

SARAH
I’m fasting.

CONNOR
Right. Forty days and all that.

SARAH
No. Just one.

Connor and Sarah both start speaking at the same time. They stop themselves, look at each other, and laugh.

CONNOR
Go ahead.

SARAH
Thanks. Uh, what are you doing here?

CONNOR
Here? Well, Au Bon Pain has some really good bagels...

SARAH
I mean at the hospital. It’s always the jokes with you.

CONNOR
Not always. Usually they’re just nervous quips.
(he swallows. Beat.)
But um, yeah. My Grams is here.

SARAH
Grams? Is she alright?

CONNOR
Well, like ya said, it’s a hospital, so...no, I guess she’s not. I mean, she might be eventually, but...

SARAH
What happened?

CONNOR
She-she had a heart attack yesterday.

SARAH
The poor woman, how is she?

CONNOR
She’s stabilized for now. She’s stubborn, ya know. She won’t let God take her if she doesn’t want to go.

SARAH
I’m so sorry to hear that. I know how important she is to all you guys. But she’s a survivor. She spent how many years in a house full of males from the Kierney clan?

CONNOR
(smiling at her)
Yeah.
(beat)

SARAH
I should-

CONNOR
What brings you to these chipper grounds?

SARAH
My cousin-you remember Jacob, right?

CONNOR
The rich guy that ya dated back in college?

SARAH
No, my cousin.

CONNOR
Cousin. Right. You guys were cousins?

SARAH
Remember? You came with me to...to his bar mitzvah...

CONNOR
Oh. Right.

SARAH
Yeah. He, uh, he got hit by a car while he was riding his bike and it broke his leg.

CONNOR
Is he alright?

SARAH
Well again, it’s a hospital, and his leg’s broken, but all things considered, I think he’ll be fine.

CONNOR
That’s good.
(beat)
Did you want a bagel, or a coffee or somethin’...

SARAH
More than you can imagine. But like I said, I have to fast today.

CONNOR
Right, right. Sorry. I was just thinkin’ maybe you’d want to sit and, I don’t know, talk or whatever. Just for a little bit.

SARAH
I’d love to, Connor, but Jacob’s going to be here any minute now to pick me up, so I should probably go meet him out front.

CONNOR
Jacob your cousin? With the broken leg?

SARAH
No, the other one. You remember Jacob, right?

CONNOR
Oh. Right. That guy.

SARAH
Yeah. He’s, um, he’s taking me with him to some company party or whatever tonight. Open bar and fancy dress, I don’t even know. I might just use the evening as a writing opportunity. Maybe I can get a good article out of it.

CONNOR
Are you guys datin’ now or somethin’?

SARAH
Us? No. No, we’re not, though my mother would love it if we were. Sometimes I think she wants to marry him.

CONNOR
So you’re not? With him, that is.

SARAH
Sure, he’s handsome...rich...successful...and entirely not my type, as we learned all those years ago. Not to say that I don’t like handsome guys, or successful-

CONNOR
It’s alright. How’s that new job goin’, anyway? I realize it’s not that new anymore, but still.

SARAH
It’s great, but like I said, I’ve really got to go. Maybe-maybe we talk soon? Or get a drink or whatever.

CONNOR
Yeah. Absolutely. I’d like that.

SARAH
Me too. Bye Connor.

CONNOR
Have fun tonight.

SARAH
Thanks.
(beat)

Lights dim; Connor exits. Sarah is now outside of Grams’s hospital room. Sean is beside an unconscious Grams, holding her hand. Sarah peers in. There is a slow, steady pulse sounding quietly in the background from a heart monitor. The pulse continues to slow down as the scene goes on, but in small increments it is hardly noticed.

SARAH
Hello?

SEAN
Sarah, hi!
(he rises to greet her)
How are ya, darlin’?

SARAH
I’m fine, Mr. Kierney. How-how are you doing?

SEAN
For you, darlin’, it’s just Sean. You were close to enough to family ta me fer it to count. Right now I’m just spendin’ some time with me muther. Hate to say, but she’s kinda better company like this. It’s not often that ya find the old woman keepin’ quiet so long.
(Sean gets visibly choked up)
Sorry. I don’t often lose it like this. She’d never have it, anyway. She can’t likely hear it, but, if she does wake up, she’ll give me hell.

SARAH
I’m...I’m sorry. I saw Connor downstairs and he just told me-

SEAN
Nothin’ to be sorry for. She’s damn ancient anyway. Not that it makes it good or nothin’, but...you know. It happens, I guess.
(beat; Sean looks down at his mother)
Thanks for swingin’ by. Means a lot.

SARAH
Really, it’s nothing. It’s the least I can do. Even though I guess we’re not...family or whatever, but I still, I--

SEAN
Darlin’, you don’t have to be family to have a heart. And I s’pose it works the other way, too.
(A shy smile slips across Sarah’s face)
Ya know she always liked ya. Always askin’ for ya, askin’ Connor how his pretty little Jew girl’s doin’.

SARAH
Did she-did she always say that? Jew girl?

SEAN
Well her memory wasn’t-isn’t-always on point. Little forgetful on the names front.

SARAH
I see.

SEAN
Somethin’ troublin’ ya?

SARAH
No, no. Nothing. Just...touched, that’s all.

Brian enters with a wrapped sandwich.

BRIAN
Brought your lunch, da. They were all out of Swiss, so I said to use American, if it’s all the same to you.
(notices Sarah)
Hey. Sarah. Didn’t realize you were out of the office today, too. Helluva place for a lunch break, huh? You should really try the apple sauce. Ooh, or the rubberized chicken. I hear it’s to, uh...yeah.

SEAN
Thanks, Brian. American’s fine.

BRIAN
Anything new?

SEAN
Nah. She’s still sleepin’. Hardly made a sound all day.

BRIAN
Doctors say anything?

SEAN
Nothin’. She’s...they got nothin’.

BRIAN
You get that manuscript this morning?

SARAH
Manuscript?

BRIAN
Yeah, the review for that new winery over on Perkins Street.

SARAH
Oh. No, I haven’t been in at all today.

BRIAN
What, now that you’ve got a fancy new office, you don’t have to show up for work anymore?

SARAH
It’s a holiday.

BRIAN
I know. I was kidding.

SARAH
Right. Sorry, I’m kind of out of it. I haven’t eaten much today, and just-sorry.

SEAN
(motioning with his sandwich)
You want a bite? It’s got American instead o’ Swiss but, it’s better’n nothin’.

SARAH
No, it’s fine. I’m actually supposed to fast for the day. Or at least until sundown.

SEAN
Right. Starvin’ and wanderin’ and all that crap. But know that when a flower’s catchin’ fire and havin’ conversation, it might be time to have a bite.

SARAH
As far as I’m aware, you guys believe that still yourself.

SEAN
I don’t know what to believe anymore.
(pause)

BRIAN
I should get back to work before my lunch break is up. I’ll see tomorrow, Sarah?

SARAH
Yeah. See you tomorrow.

BRIAN
Bye, da. Grams.

SEAN
Bye son.

Brian exits. Sean turns to tend to his mother, while Sarah stands waiting in the doorway, uncomfortable. Silence. Then:

SARAH
I, um, I have a-
SEAN
Don’t be feelin' like ya have to fill the silence. Your presence is sayin’ enough.
(beat)
Look, I don’t know much o’ the details that went down between ya, I’ve got at least an inkling of it.

SARAH
You do?

SEAN
Like I said, it’s just an inkling. The rest of it’s a man’s intuition. After fifty years, ya start to catch on. Ya start to understan’. ‘Specially livin’ wit’ a woman like this for most o’ that time. She drills it right in so ya won’t forget it.

SARAH
I’m not sure I understand.

SEAN
My fat’er spent his life hatin’ everyone who called ‘imself a Protestant, for no udder reason than he t’ought he was supposed ta. He never let it go. He had this sayin’ though, old Irish sayin’. ‘Death is facin’ the old, and behind the young.’ I used ta t’ink it meant that old folks knew when they were dyin’, they expected it, but it sneaks up and surprises the youth.

SARAH
But now?

SEAN
Now I t’ink it means to say the youth can put the past behind ‘em. The older generations are all tied to history, to t’ings past, to all the death before ‘em. But you kids got an option not to tie yerselves down to that. Not to let the past tell ya where yer goin’. Death’s behind ya, ‘cause ya get to look forwards, in ways that we can’t.

Silence.

SARAH
That sounds great. But I’m not sure it works that well in practice. We get raised to look ahead, and we do, but something’s always looking over our shoulders. And we look back.

Silence.

Thank you, Sean. Da.

SEAN
Eh, it’s nothin’. Or it’s too little, too late anywhow. I’m glad ya came by. If she’s awake at all, I’m sure she’d say the same.

Sarah and Sean embrace, and Sarah leaves the room. Sean turns back to tend to his mother. He kneels beside her bed and holds her hand. After a moment, the pulse of the heart monitor flatlines, and suddenly grows in volume. Lights fade to black.

SCENE 3
Lights change to indicate a flashback, as the flatline buzz formerly of Grams’s heart monitor continues ringing, and the sound becomes that of the oven buzzer.
Connor, Brian, Sarah, Daniel, and Debbie enter, taking seats around a table together. Grams gets up and says:

GRAMS
Eh, shaddap! I’ll be right back widh t’e food.

SEAN
Here Grams, let me give ya a hand.

GRAMS
I’ll be fine.
(yelling to the buzzer)
Shaddap!

Grams and Sean exit.

DANIEL
So, Connor. Sarah tells me you work for the mayor.

CONNOR
Not directly. I, eh, I work at City Hall, in the press office. I work more for the city than the mayor.

DANIEL
I see. Well, if you get the chance to talk to him, tell the mayor that I am 200% behind him on cutting those education extracurriculars out of the budget. Obviously, I don’t have any kids in public schools-we sent Sarah to private school anyway-so I don’t want my taxes getting higher, if it won’t help me out at all. And even so, shouldn’t they be getting enough out their education as is? I thought that was the point of all this No-Child-Left-Behind raising standards campaign going on. So anyway, if you see Tom, let him know he has my support. Do you call him Tom? Tommy?

CONNOR
I don’t really call him-
(Sarah elbows Connor)
He goes by Tip.

DANIEL
Tip? Like Tip O’Neil? That’s great.

BRIAN
And Mrs. Cantor, what is it you do again?

DEBBIE
I’m a receptionist over at the Burkle Academy. It’s one of those new scientific magnet schools they’re putting up for kids..

CONNOR
I hear they’re puttin’ magnet schools all over the place now.

Sean and Grams re-enter with food.

SEAN
Brian, could ya gather all the soup bowls and put ‘em in the sink?

BRIAN
Yes, sir.

Brian stands and collects bowls, exiting when his hands are full to get rid of them, and then returning. The dishes are passed around the table.

CONNOR
Well, Grams, what’ve we got?

SEAN
Ma made corned beef and cabbage

GRAMS
Also made bangers and mash, t’ough if ya don’t want bangers, I only put’em in half. Oh, and t’ere’s some black and white puddin’ if ya’d like.

DANIEL
Bangers?

CONNOR
Sausage.

DANIEL
Oh. Deb, is it too early for pudding? What can I say, I like dessert. Chocolate and vanilla, you said?

CONNOR
Actually, it’s just more links.

DEBBIE
We’re kosher.

SARAH
Mom...

SEAN
Pardon?

DANIEL
We can’t eat sausage.

DEBBIE
It’s our religion.

SARAH
You can still eat corned beef. And just don’t take any-bangers widh yer mash.

CONNOR
I’m assumin’ that cabbage is alright, too.

GRAMS
Somet’in’ the matter? Is my cookin’ not good for the guests?

SARAH
It’s fine, Mrs. Kierney. Grams. My mom’s just picky.

DEBBIE
Sarah, that’s enough. You’re cooking’s just fine, Mrs.-

SARAH
Kierney.

DEBBIE
My husband’s just a little picky about his food.

Daniel looks up from the meal he’s enjoying.

SEAN
I never understood why God make bacon if he wouldn’t let ya eat it.
(beat)
Just makin’ a joke. Sorry. Shall we say grace?

Everyone joins hands around the table. Daniel and Debbie are clearly uncomfortable.

Brian? Would ya do the honors?

BRIAN
Dear Lord. Thank you for the food before us. Thank you for all the growing things we can eat. And thank you for family, and for making us your children. Amen.

ALL
Amen.

(beat)

Everyone begins eating, except Debbie who reluctantly picks at her food, trying little bits at a time.

DEBBIE
I brought latkes. Brian put them in the kitchen for me.

DANIEL
Sweetie, that’s not a meal. Have you tried this beef? It’s delicious.

Debbie forces a smile and tries the beef, chewing reluctantly but clearly enjoying it deep inside.

DEBBIE
Do you have any wine? Some red wine would go great with this.

SEAN
Ma?

Grams smiles and gets up from the table.

DEBBIE
Oh, she shouldn’t get up. Have a seat, grandma. You already did all the cooking.

GRAMS
But I dinnae bring the wine.

She goes out.

BRIAN
Don’t worry about it. She’s a little stubborn.

SEAN
Brian, that’s your grandmother.
(to Debbie)
She can be stubborn, though. We let her go about her business ‘stead of gettin’ in her way. Hell hath no fury like a woman’s wrath.

Daniel chuckles at his, until Debbie’s stare shuts him up.

Grams re-enters with a bottle of meade.

DEBBIE
Oh...did you have anything red? Like a, uh, um, a sh-, sh....

SARAH
Shiraz?

DEBBIE
Shiraz? Zinfandel? What else...

GRAMS
Afraid not. Just a bottle o’ meade I’ve had fer...oh, some years now. The wine’s supposed to bring ya luck in love. On the weddin’ night, the bride’s parents give the newly weds enough to last until the next new moon. That’s yer honeymoon, for ya. Now I know t’at it’s a bit early-I know t’ey ain’t married just yet, but it’s a toast to the engagement, and the luck of it workin’ out. At this rate, I might not be around for the weddin’.

BRIAN
Don’t say that, Grams, you’re in great health-

GRAMS
T’ere’d be a weddin’ much sooner if ya’d only taken to the women, young man.

SEAN
Let’s just have a toast, then. To tradition-or breakin’ it-and to love.

A glass is poured for everyone, and they toast.

DANIEL
Shalom.

GRAMS
Slainte.

Black out.

SCENE 4
“Amazing Grace” instrumental playing.

Lights up. Sarah sits alone in a chair in the Kierney’s kitchen. After a moment, Connor enters; he is surprised to see her.

CONNOR
Sarah! What-what are you...?

SARAH
Hi, Connor.

CONNOR
Hi, um...how did you get in?

SARAH
Forgot I still had a spare key.
(she raises the key to show him)

CONNOR
Oh.
(beat)
So what are you doin’ here exactly?

SARAH
Sitting Shiva.

CONNOR
You’re sittin’ what? Sittin’ down? What-

SARAH
Shiva, Connor. It’s-how the Jewish people mourn. We...just sit. For 7 days, while people come to visit and pay their respects and all.

CONNOR
I see. Normally, we just get tanked, and we hope that no one gets into a fight.
(beat)
How long you been here so far?

SARAH
About 20 minutes.

CONNOR
Sounds like you still got a ways to go.
(he crosses across the stage to exit)

SARAH
Connor, wait.
(he stops, but does not turn around)
I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral. I was tied up in some things at work and by the time I would have gotten there I would probably interrupted something-what with my impeccable timing and all-so I thought-
(beat)
I thought that I would come here, I thought-that I could sit Shiva or do something for you or something relevant or som...yeah.

CONNOR
Yeah.
(beat)
Well, it’s a good thing I stopped home between then. Wouldn’t want to leave you sittin’ here alone for a day and have me stumble in tomorrow night pissed on whiskey.
(beat)
Thanks, though.

SARAH
You’re welcome.
(beat)
Listen, Connor...could you quit being so damn stubborn all the time, and just turn and look at me for a moment?

Surprised by this, Connor turns around.

CONNOR
Well? What? What have you got to say?

SARAH
What I have to say is that I still care about you, Connor. More than I like to admit to myself sometimes, but I know how important she was to you, so I figured that this was the least I could do. I know what family means to you. Means to me...
(beat)

CONNOR
Is that all?

SARAH
Why do you do that? Why do you always feel like you have to martyr yourself? The only real difference between us is that you already had someone to do that for you, but then, here you are, still carrying that weight around on your shoulders like its your responsibility. You know, like you have to support a family alone, or you have to convert to keep me happy. But you know what, Connor? I don’t care. And I never did. And even if I did, I’d be there, carrying that cross with you, by your side, the whole damn time. That’s what love is, Connor. That’s what it’s supposed to be. It’s two against the world, instead of just one. When are you going to realize that?

CONNOR
Probably about the time I lose the two most important women in my life.
(beat)
Which, coincidentally, is right about now.

Silence.

CONNOR
I should-I should get goin’, I should get back to the wake. I should just change and I-

SARAH
Connor--

Connor grabs Sarah and passionately kisses her. Afterwards, he looks at her pleadingly.

CONNOR
Will ya come with me, Sarah? Will ya? I’m so sorry, about all of this. Sometimes it just takes somethin’ awful to open your eyes. Christ, I already buried one woman today. I’m not about to bury this, too. Well? What do ya say?

Connor offers his hand to Sarah. She smiles, nods, and takes his hand in hers. They move to exit.

CONNOR
Ya know she always liked you. Always askin’ about that pretty Jewish girl I had. She said your dark hair was like clouds over fields of May.

SARAH
What is that supposed mean?

CONNOR
To be honest, I’m not really sure. I think its just its one of those things that’s beautiful enough that you don’t ask questions.

BLACK OUT.

END.

yellow

(that’s the whole point of no return) she said
picking pedals from a chartreuse pistil letting them
slip from her fingers without thought without
feeling as they fluttered to the floor to become some
thing or not that’s why we let them fly
or fade away
it’s like riding in a parking lot and leaving
training wheels on and on and on and never
standing on your own two
(wheels ways eyes feet) we
can/not keep waiting for the okay/go (why) yes/no
--broken glass and open windows—tethered safety
chords and time and rooms and lines and
(yours and mine)
waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting

STOP

(he loves me, he loves me not)

Monday, September 8, 2008

Gimme Shelter

It was rare enough that John ever left his small, private ranch. It was rarer still that he would interact with anyone at all when he did. But after three days of seeing the same Woman stand in front of his house with Her umbrella opened, motionless, he was more than willing to break his unspoken vow of social celibacy.
In a previous life, John would have been considered charming. Charismatic. Witty. He probably would have been able to think of a more tactful way to approach the solemn Woman he’d been watching. Still, “What the hell are you doin’ on my property? It ain’t even rainin’,” seemed most appropriate to him at the time.
Understandably, She didn’t respond.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Bein’ that it hasn’t rained in…I don’t know, a long time, I’d like to know what you’re doin’ with that umbrella out here. This is private property.”
“Waiting for the rain,” she said, without turning around. “Sometimes, you just want the rain to come. Sometimes you want Heaven to explode and pour down all around you.”
“Well…do you mind waitin’ somewhere else? You’re on my land,” he answered dryly.
The Woman began to sing softly to Herself as She twirled Her umbrella, spraying water in every direction and showering John. He stood there for a moment, silent and dripping, as he thought of new ways to approach the situation until he was able to make out what She was whisper-singing: “This land is your land. This land is my land…”
This pulled John from his drip-induced daze. Betty used to love Guthrie, he thought. “Ma’am? Can you hear me? Hello?” he tried again.
“Yes, and I responded to your question,” She said emphatically.
“But you’re still on my property.”
“What I’m standing on is a sad, sad strip of parched earth that happens to stretch in front of a place that I assume is your home—unless you would be a liar—and all I happen to be doing is patiently waiting for the rain to come,” She asserted.
John rolled his eyes and walked towards the Woman. “Alright, Lady. You been here three whole days and there ain’t been a sign of rain. There ain’t been a rain cloud for weeks. Have you ever been to Arizona before?”
“Lived My whole life here. And then some,” She responded—then She started to turn around, slowly and carefully so as not to reveal Her face. She lifted her arm and pointed next to the house. “I planted a tree right over there on our wedding day.”
“Well, musta been somewheres else, ‘cause there ain’t no tree there, Lady.” He reached his hand out to her shoulder. “Now come on, get goin’. There’s no trees, and no rain, and—Jeezus!
Just as he was about to touch her shoulder, the sky—which, moments earlier, had been perfectly clear—suddenly burst into a tremendous downpour, as if all the rain that had hid for the summer decided to come down all at once. He looked up at the Woman, who remained standing in the same position. Much like the ground below Her feet, She was completely protected by the umbrella, staying just as deathly dry as the cracking earth.
“If you don’t get off the property, I’m’a have to call the cops,” John shouted as he ran for the porch.
“You don’t have a telephone,” the Woman responded calmly.
“How do you know what I do or don’t got?”
“I don't see any telephone poles. Not for miles.”
Standing on his front steps, John hesitated as he tried to out-rationalize Her or think of an appropriate response, but the only one he had was to slam the door and leave Her out in the rain.
For the rest of the evening, John watched Her from his window. At first, he was fidgety and anxious, but as the night waned on, John found himself entranced by Her statue-like state, and soon, he, too, was confined still and silent to his seat by the window. He stayed that way for hours until finally, he fell asleep. But the Woman had not moved.
The next morning, he awoke in his chair with a cramp in his neck. His first response was to stretch and massage it, tasks which kept him distracted from the sight outside his window. After a few minutes, John finally took notice—of nothing. The Woman, it seemed, had left after the rain. There were no footsteps but his in the dirt, and the ground was just as dry and cracked as it had ever been. He went outside, curious and incredulous and blinded by the sun, but he could not find a trace of the Woman or the rain. He played the scene back through his head, fast-forwarding and rewinding through his memories of the evening, to no avail. As he turned to head back inside, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye—a small sapling, forcing its way out of the hard earth. It was the same spot where he had buried his wife all those years ago.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Flamingo Pink

It always starts out with an excuse, a justification, something to alleviate the guilt and awkwardness. “Are you sure you’re okay?” or, “I’ve never done this before,” or “Does that feel good?” A voice that spills in hushed whispers, wearing a sexy disguise of low decibel tones and airy breath that tickles the other’s ear. Subtle, revealing secrets that manage somehow to advance the foreplay to another step when choreographed and dubbed to the nervous grope of fingertips that dance across her skin.
“You like that, baby? Yeah?” fumbled Andy from his lips as he worked his hand down her thigh. He stood above her, looking down at her with slotted eyes as he bit his lip and pulled the skin of his cheeks tight against his teeth. Her thighs were thick like watermelons, with the texture to boot—skin like vinyl, recessed beneath incongruous ridges of razor burn and rashes trying desperately to clear.
He kneaded her flesh with a hard sensuality until his first finger reached the ridge; his hand stopped at the cliff, like a bungee jumper paralyzed with a sudden fear of heights. His trembling fingers tried to recover and sneak back up her leg, but she grabbed his hand with hers and placed it back on her raw, severed flesh.
“Wassamatah, baby,” she squeaked too loudly. “Ya neva bin wit’ a amputee befoah?
He fumbled for a suitable response—“What? Sure, I…”
“Or ya neva bin wit’ a prah’sitoot?” she growled, less like a cat and more like a lion devouring it’s prey. “Why’nt’chu c’mere n’ put yer cahk in it, baby?”
Andy quickly pulled his hand from the stump of her leg and held the armrests of her wheelchair with a kung-fu grip. He clenched his muscles tightly as pushed up on the armrests and lifted himself onto her. “Uh, yeah. Are you-are you ready for my cock now, b-baby?”
“Mm, yeah.” As she slid down in her seat to give him better access, Andy’s fragile left arm buckled at the elbow, unable to support his weight. He flailed backwards, his nervous leg kicking frantically, fumbling for grounding but finding instead the brake release of her wheelchair. With one wheel still stabilized, the chair began to pivot until the other wheel spun off the edge of the stairwell landing. Gravity pulled her viciously down the stairs like an angry beast grasping for his meal but still confined to his pit. Sprawled out on his back, Andy couldn’t see her topple down the stairs—but the war drum rhythm was unmistakable and deafening as it echoed throughout the stairwell.
After a moment of shock and gathering senses, Andy leaped to his feet and bounded pantless down the stairs. He could hear the warbled torque of her bent and twisted wheel—still spinning in an oblong route—cutting through the air the whole down. As he got closer, he could make out another soft, liquid sound that kept a steady beat beneath it.
“Baby? You okay?” he asked with a waver in his voice as his eyes scanned the wreckage with the excitement of a driver going past a motor vehicle accident on the interstate. But he didn’t lost his erection until he saw blood from her head dripping off the ledge of the bottom stair and pooling on the landing below.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Double Bogie

No man should have to bury his son.
That’s one of two things my father ever taught me, the other being that a son should always surpass his own father in greatness. He said that every boy follows in his father’s footsteps, but at some point, to become a man, the son must overcome the father’s shadow and become something more, something greater, making each successive generation better than the last.
So here I am, casting a shadow over the grave of my youngest son, Matthew. In my hand, I hold a piece of paper given to me by my other son, David, who is three years Matt’s elder. It was in turn given to him by his doctor, Sam Winston. Winston’s a twelve handicap, but he usually plays like a seven. We’re all pretty sure that he’s not submitting his scorecards, but no one calls him on it.
The piece of paper in my hand is David’s chemotherapy schedule. He needs me to drive him because his license was suspended for DWI. Matthew was in the car when it happened. They had just won the member-member. They got their names added to the plaque on the wall. I’d have been proud if I had known—my name’s up there twice.
Ever since my wife brought him home from the hospital, David always looked after Matt. Protected him, like an older brother should. The car hit one of those orange water bumper barrels on the highway, which, obviously, the water doesn’t really do much except make a big bloody puddle. David got out of the car; Matthew didn’t.
My own father died ten years ago, natural causes. He never told me that he loved me, not once. It’s stuck with me, haunted me well into my adult life. Me, I never miss an opportunity to say it to the people who matter most. Not after that.
I never thought I’d run out of opportunities.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Sidekicks #3: Everywhen But Here

PAGE 1

1/1 DISTANCE-ESTABLISHING SHOT-EXT-JOSIE’S HOME-DUSK
A brightly colored suburban home on the small side, with an ill-maintained lawn. The small frame of a woman (Cate) approaches the driveway carrying something.

1/2 MEDIUM
The focus is on Cate’s feet as they ascend the concrete front stairs of the home; she is only visible from the back of the thigh down.

1/3 CLOSE-UP-INSET
Cate’s finger presses a doorball.

1/4 INT-JOSIE’S LIVING ROOM-DUSK
Josie attention turns away from the television in front of her and she looks towards the front door.

SFX
BZZZZZZZZZ. BZZZ BZZZZZZZZ.

1/5 MEDIUM CLOSE-INSET
Josie rolls her eyes unenthusiastically.

1/6 MEDIUM WIDE
Josie gets up from the couch and moves to get the door.

PAGE 2
The layout of the page should show a door ajar on the left, in the first vertical third, with the panels filling in the space remaining.

2/1 MEDIUM-CATE’S POV-OVER-THE-SHOULDER
From behind Cate’s head, we see Josie standing at the door with a look of confusion tinged with a look of annoyance.

JOSIE
Hello?

2/2 MEDIUM-DIFFERENT ANGLE
Cate’s face is finally revealed; she wears a warm smile that compliments her Sunday’s Best (though it’s the middle of the week) and she carries a basket of food with her.

CATE
Hello, dear! How are you?

CATE (CONT’D)
*sigh* I’d almost forgotten what a beautiful girl you turned out to be.

JOSIE
Um...can I help you?

2/3 DIFFERENT ANGLE
Cate’s attention shifts to the basket as she digs through it with her free hand, surveying her own handy work.

CATE
Oh, there’s no need for that.

CATE (CONT’D)
John and I-and Lionel, too-we heard about your father’s accident last week. I just wanted to let you know that you’re all in our prayers.

2/4 DIFFERENT ANGLE
Bursting with excitement and pride, Cate raises her arm carrying the basket and offers it towards Josie.

CATE
So here you are. A little “get well” dinner, for the whole family. I know how hard it can be with the provider out of commission for a while.

2/5 MEDIUM CLOSE
Josie looks down at the basket, more than a little creeped out.

CATE (O.S.)
Oh, and the tupperware is yours to keep, of course.

2/6 CLOSE-UP INSET
A small card with an image of the Virgin Mary rests on top of the basket.

JOSIE (O.S.)
Thanks...

2/7 MEDIUM CLOSE
As the door slams out sight, Cate stands silently waiting. Her smile has not faded, though her eyes register confusion or disappointment.

SFX
SLAM!

PAGE 3
NOTE: This is supposed to be a dream sequence, or a hallucination that present-day Twitch is having from the dumpster as he recalls the story; obviously, it connects back to the forward-moving part of the story, but I thought we should try to remind readers of where the narrator stands presently without breaking up the narrative too much.

3/1 WIDE-EXT-A FIELD-DAY
Two windmills stand majestically at the far end of a sweeping green field. Two figures on horseback, armed with lances, approach.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
I haven’t eaten in days at this point.

3/2 MEDIUM CLOSE-RIDERS’ POV
From behind the mysterious riders, we see the two windmills again; a woman, bearing a striking resemblance to Josie only decked out in a ridiculous princess get-up, looks out a window, flailing her arms. One rider wears medieval armor, one moves his arm to left up the face shield on his helmet; the other is dressed like a cowboy archetype.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
And I think it’s finally starting to get to me.

3/3 CLOSE-UP
In the foreground, the first Knight has pulled up his face shield, revealing Twitch’s face underneath. Behind him, Walker-as-cowboy prepares for battle.

TWITCH
Prithee, thy fair maiden waits upon yonder window!

TWITCH (CONT’D)
Alas, my friend, I am without adeptness at the ways of the sword. Dost thou truly believe thou canst defeat these evil giants in combat?

3/4 CLOSE-UP-WALKER’S POV
Walker looks past Twitch at the windmills, ready to charge into battle.

WALKER
Guess we’ll find out, huh?

WALKER (CONT’D)
C’mon. Let’s be goddamn heroes.

3/5 CLOSE
Walker screams as he charges into battle; Twitch follows reluctantly behind.

WALKER
YAAAARGH!

TWITCH (CAPTION)
Now, when I see things in my head, it’s kind of like this.

PAGE 4

SPLASH
Mrs. Henderson and Walker in “millipede vision,” shown as long extensions of themselves, simultaneously from birth to death. The shot of Mrs. Henderson from last issue should be the focus here, to remind us of where we left off. Other characters can be in this splash as well, in the same millipede form-in general, this page seem like a calamity of lives, from beginning to end, splashed and spilled together like liquid.
That is, except Twitch, who is the only one who is not a millipede person.

CREDITS
“Tilting at Windmills, or, Everywhen But Here”
Created by Thom Dunn, Paul Cantillon, and Dmitry Milkin

TWITCH (CAPTION)
Everything that ever has been. Everything that ever will be.

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Everything, at once.

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
How do you know which face is now? Or which who happens when?

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Okay, sure. Maybe I’ve just completely lost it.

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
But maybe it’s a matter of perspective. Maybe if you change your angle-change the way you look at things-maybe if you just change the way you stand-

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Maybe you can change the future.

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Maybe you can change the past.

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Or maybe...

*On the following pages, during Mrs. Henderson’s lectures, her speech bubbles can be partially covered or obscured by others.

PAGE 5

5/1 BLACK
The panel is all black, but for a single speech bubble:

CHRIS (O.S.)
This is stupid.

CHRIS (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Can we go back to the part about the Tasmanian Devil?

5/2 WIDE-INT-HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM-DAY
Walker, Twitch, Chris, Josie, et al in Mrs. Henderson’s history class. Mrs. Henderson is clearly not amused by this remark. There is a map of Australia pulled down on the board behind her. The analog clock on the wall should read 10:35.

MRS. HENDERSON
I assure you, they’re not as cuddly as the Warner Brothers would have you think.

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
Why, they don’t even do that little...tornado spin-y thing they do on television.

MRS. HENDERSON (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Though I suppose that rabbits can’t speak English in the real world either.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
Memory is a funny thing.

5/3 MEDIUM CLOSE-DIFFERENT ANGLE
Mrs. Henderson turns her back to face the board.

MRS. HENDERSON (SMALL)
Now where was I...

5/4 MEDIUM-WALKER’S POV
Walker looks over at Twitch, who is paying attention to Mrs. Henderson

TWITCH (CAPTION)
Although, I guess it’s not really funny in that I-told-you-so sense, because if it were, that would defeat the entire point of trying to articulate whatever it is I’m trying to articulate.

MRS. HENDERSON
Ah, yes! Here we are!

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
While each aboriginal tribe does have its own variation on the creation myth, there is a-generalized-consensus regarding this notion of the Dreaming.

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
Which, as I was trying to say before, seems to contradict the commonly accepted Western understanding of time.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
(And obviously, it’s not hilarious)

5/5 MEDIUM CLOSE
Focus on Twitch, as Walker still tries getting his attention from across the room in that way that people do by focusing all their energy on someone else. On Twitch’s wrist, we should see a digital watch that reads 10:28.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
It’s kind of like trying to explain to someone why you organize your clothes the way you do.

MRS. HENDERSON
An oversimplification of this concept...

MRS. HENDERSON (SMALL) (CONT’D)
...but one that I suppose would suffice...

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
...would be to say that history and dreams in Aboriginal cultures are viewed as being completely objective, whereas one’s personal sense of time and memory is subjective.

PAGE 6

6/1 MEDIUM-DIFFERENT ANGLE
Twitch finally notices Walker looking at him, and he looks back, with an inquisitive expression on his face.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
As far as you’re concerned, there’s only one place that socks could possibly go, and that’s in the left-hand side of the top drawer of the dresser, next to the underwear, which should always stay in the center.

MRS. HENDERSON
Being that the past-history, if you will-is inexplicably linked to both our present and our future, the three are seen to exist in simultaneity and harmony.

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
It is our dreams that connect our souls to the greater, all-encompassing web of life.

6/2 MEDIUM-TWITCH’S POV
Twitch looks back at Walker, who simply rolls his eyes at the lecture.

MRS. HENDERSON
Now, I know it might sound like I’m just advocating History as a field of study, but there is a distinct cultural relevance in these ideas.

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
Yes, Justin?

TWITCH (CAPTION)
Of course, someone else might use the bottom drawer, or-God forbid-a middle one (which makes no sense, whatsoever), because that just seems right to them.

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
(Again, unless it’s a middle drawer, because that’s just wrong no matter how you cut it.)

6/3 WIDE-MRS. HENDERSON’S POV
Mrs. Henderson calls on Justin, who nervously asks a questions. In the background, Twitch can be seen looking at Walker still, while Walker shrugs his shoulders.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
The point is, I could really use a new pair of socks now. There’s some really gross garbage juice in here, and it soaked through a while ago.

JUSTIN
This isn’t going to be on the test, is it?

JUSTIN (CONT’D)
All this...theoretical time...stuff.

MRS. HENDERSON
I’m afraid not, though you shouldn’t take that as an excuse for not doing the reading.

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
Just because it’s not on the test doesn’t mean it’s not important.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
And the tragic irony of it all? I don’t even know how long I’ve been here in this dumpster. The logic of my own memory is a mystery even to me-which I guess makes sense, with all that’s been going on.

6/4 CLOSE UP-INSET?
Close up on the analog clock in the classroom, with Twitch’s face reflected in the plexiglass.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
So my socks are back in the left hand side of the top drawer of my dresser at John and Cate’s house, and I’m here waiting for the Future Garbage Truck to come and take me away.

MRS. HENDERSON (O.S.)
However, Chapter Thirty Seven, which deals with the specifics of some of the more popular Creation epochs, will be.

PAGE 7

7/1 MEDIUM
Mrs. Henderson’s head is cut off in “Muppet Babies” fashion again, as Twitch and Walker try to talk inconspicuously.

MRS. HENDERSON
Interestingly enough, “The Dreaming” is actually a term that was popularized by an Australian anthropologist named WEH Stanner.

WALKER (WHISPER)
What are we supposed to do about this?

MRS. HENDERSON
Despite it’s popularity in the English language canon, the term was actually intended to serve as an insult of sorts. An Aboriginal man reportedly told Stanner that the-and I quote-”White man got no Dreaming,” a phrase which Stanner ironically adored and used as a title for one of his books.

TWITCH (WHISPER)
I don’t know...

MRS. HENDERSON
The Aborigines, of course, are not English speakers, and-yes, Chris?

7/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
Focus on Chris, as he tries to crack a joke.

TWITCH (O.S.)(WHISPER)
...you’re the action hero.

CHRIS
So are you kind of saying that Morpheus from The Matrix was one of these guys?

CHRIS (CONT’D)
I mean, Laurence Fishburne’s black, the aborgines are black-ish, and the Matrix is all about the same kind of dreaming mind stuff and all, you know?

MRS. HENDERSON (O.S.)
Thank you for your insight, Chris.

CHRIS
No problem, Missus H.

7/3 MEDIUM-DIFFERENT ANGLE
Walker rolls his eyes at Chris’s joke.

WALKER (WHISPER)
Well, do you remember anything?

TWITCH (WHISPER)
Yes, I told you what I saw!

WALKER (WHISPER)
Do you remember any details, or-? Maybe you can bring the image back in your head, paint a picture or something.

WALKER (WHISPER) (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Or have Tim Sale do it.

MRS. HENDERSON
As I was saying, calling it “The Dreaming,” or, “Dreamtime,” can be seen as somewhat ignorant by some of the Aborigine tribes.

7/4 MEDIUM-DIFFERENT ANGLE

TWITCH (WHISPER)
Maybe we could ask her? After class?

WALKER (WHISPER)
That’ll go over great. Oh, hi Mrs. Henderson. Do you have any dying planned soon that we could help stop?

WALKER (WHISPER) (CONT’D)
Oh, by the way, I was wondering if I could get some extra credit if I punch Chris in the face while I’m at it.

MRS. HENDERSON
The Anangu, for example, call this idea Tjukurpa. In fact, they have no word for dreams or dreaming in their language and all, and some take insult with the idea that we would consider such an important spiritual truth to be the equivalent of dreams, of sleep-induced fantasies.

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
Whereas many people in English-speaking countries do believe that dreams reflect life, the Anangu believe that what we call “The Dreaming” is life, in all its forms, existing beyond time.

CHRIS (SMALL)
Who makes this shit up...

TWITCH (WHISPER)
Look, I don’t know if she’s going to die necessarily, she just...looked like she was in a lot of pain, that’s all.

TWITCH (WHISPER) (CONT’D)
Well, plus she was sprawled out on the floor. But that could just be a coincidence!

7/5 MEDIUM CLOSE
Mrs. Henderson gives a stern look.

MRS. HENDERSON
Gentlemen...

7/6 TWO-SHOT
Shrunken with embarrassment and shame, Walker and Twitch exchange a look.

WALKER AND TWITCH
Sorry Mrs. Henderson.

PAGE 8

8/1 FULL FIGURE TWO-SHOT-INT-HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY-DAY
Walker and Twitch talk as they leave the classroom.

WALKER
I just think you need to start training, that’s all.

TWITCH
Training? I’m not running a marathon, Walker.

WALKER
You know what I mean. We need to discipline your..your eye thing, so we can use it. The eye is a muscle after all, like anything else.

THE REST OF THE PAGE IS A SINGLE IMAGE, BROKEN VERTICALLY INTO PANELS (MAINLY FOR DIALOGUE'S SAKE), AND DEPICTS WALKER AND TWITCH STANDING IN THE HALLWAY SPEAKING, WHILE THE REST OF THE STUDENT BODY BLURS/MILLIPEDES AROUND THEM.

8/2

TWITCH
No, it’s not.

WALKER
Sure it is. What else could it be?

TWITCH
It’s-they’re-organs, like the heart or the lungs.

8/3

WALKER
Really?

WALKER (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Weird.

TWITCH
Listen, Walker-I feel like this is all just a little much right now.

WALKER
What, Henderson’s lecture? I’ll just wiki it later, it can’t be that confusing. But we should really focus more on-

TWITCH
Okay, I get it. This whole twitchy eye thing is really cool and all, but a few days ago you didn’t even know my first name. Now you’re all anxious to run around playing hero? It’s just kind of sudden. Maybe...

8/4

TWITCH
Maybe it’s too fast. Maybe we’re all moving too fast.

8/5

WALKER
Listen. We know that something bad is going to happen to Mrs. Henderson soon.

TWITCH
We don’t-

WALKER
AH.

WALKER (CONT’D)
We-that’s you and me-we are the only ones with the power to prevent this. It’s our duty-our responsibility.

8/6

TWITCH
Oh, sorry, didn’t realize you were Smokey the Spider-Bear all the sudden. Does that mean I get a code name, too, or...?

WALKER
What?

TWITCH
Nevermind.

8/7

WALKER
What does that even-

TWITCH
I told you to forget it.

TWITCH (CONT’D)
But yes, okay, you’ve got a point, I admit.

WALKER
So why are you being hesitant? I thought this was your thing! Epic quests, and damsels in distress, and something else that rhymes. It’s like those books you’re always carrying around!

TWITCH (CAPTION)
You’d think I’d know the difference between fiction and reality by now.

TWITCH (CONT’D)
But those are books, Walker. And that’s just me. What I still want to know-what I still don’t get-

PAGE 9

9/1 INT.-HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY
From Twitch’s perspective, Walker is sitting at a table eating lunch with friends, including Chris, the rest of whom are clearly jocks or “cool” guys. They are all laughing and having a good time.

TWITCH (O.S.)
“...what’s in it for you?”

GUY 1
You’re fuckin’ kidding me, dude! She said that?

GUY 2
Yeah man. She’s totally into that shit.

9/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
Walker looks over his shoulder, away from the group. He hasn’t been paying attention to the conversation at all.

GUY 1
What about you, Walker? You been goin’ through a dry spell or somethin’ lately? Whatever happened with, uh...what the fuck’s her name...

9/3 WIDE
Sitting alone at a table, with the world buzzing-even blurring-around him, Twitch eats lunch alone reading “Don Quixote.”

GUY 1 (O.S.)
Walker?

9/4 MEDIUM
Saving face, Walker turns around and rejoins the conversation with the guys. A hint of skepticism or suspicion sneaks across Chris’s face, however.

WALKER
What? Yeah, sorry.

WALKER (CONT’D)
I’m just kind of spacing today. Late night.

GUY 2
I hear that. I was trying to read for Henderson’s class the other day, right? Took me like, four hours.

GUY 2 (CONT’D)
That shit makes no sense, at all.

9/5 CLOSE-INSET
Chris looks back in Twitch’s direction.

9/6 CLOSE
Chris turns his attention back to the group and motions in Twitch’s direction.

CHRIS
Hey.

CHRIS (CONT’D)
Did I tell you guys what happened with Twitchie Richie’s mom the other day?

PAGE 10

10/1 MEDIUM WIDE
Twitch is looking down at the table, still reading and eating and not paying much attention to the world around him.

10/2 SAME
The panel is the same,except a person-shaped shadow has now fallen over Twitch.

10/3 SAME
The panel is the same as the previous one, except Twitch has now looked up at the shadow’s source.

CHRIS (O.S.)
What was your Mom doing over at my girlfriend’s the other night, creep?

TWITCH (CAPTION)
You’d think I’d know when I’m being set-up for a joke...

TWITCH (CONT’D)
What the heck?

TWITCH (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Am I supposed to answer that seriously?

10/4 MEDIUM-TWITCH’S POV
Hands on the table, Chris stares down Twitch.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
...or when I’m the punch line.

CHRIS
I heard you made dinner for Josie and you had your mom deliver it.

CHRIS (CONT’D)
Too scared to stalk my girlfriend on your own, so you ask your mom to do it for you?

10/5 CLOSE
Still sitting at the lunch table with the other guys observing Chris’s masculine assertion, Walker’s face reveals his empathy. He’s torn between saving face and letting it happen, or stepping in and standing up for Twitch.

10/5 CLOSE
Completely confounded by this accusation, Twitch searches frantically in his head for an answer as his eye begins to twitch.

TWITCH
Um...I don’t...I’m not really sure what that-

CHRIS (O.S.)
See, now I know you’re lying,’cause that creepy little eye of yours is freaking out.

10/6 MEDIUM
As Twitch struggles to gain control over the coming vision, Walker comes over and places a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

WALKER
Hey, man. Knock it off.

WALKER (CONT’D)
It’s not like Josie’s gonna leave you for him or anything.

CHRIS
Man, what is with you lately? Why are you defending this freak?

WALKER
Why are you always starting shit? You think you’re so fucking macho, but you always pick on the weakest links.

WALKER (CONT’D)
You’re a real manly man, Chris. Maybe you should-

TWITCH (SMALL)
Hnnnn...

10/7 CLOSE
Twitch ejaculates in pain from his oncoming vision.

TWITCH
GAH!

PAGE 11

SPLASH
A collage of images, with Twitch’s writhing face in the center.
--The same image of Mrs. Henderson collapsing, with close-ups of it scattered throughout the collage as well.
--A hand stroking Josie’s face. It is Walker’s hand, though his face is not visible.
--A doctor writing out a prescription or diagnosis.
--Marissa, dressed much more angrily and militant, screaming about something.

PAGE 12

12/1-MEDIUM
As Twitch pulls himself together, Chris looks down at him with a disgusted look. Whether he is disgusted by Twitch, or with himself for being embarassed by Walker is up for debate. Walker looks to Twitch with concern, but still tries to maintain and assert his Alpha Male status.

TWITCH (SMALL)
Hunh...hff...hn...

12/2-SAME
A clash of glares from Chris and Walker; Twitch is still recovering.

12/3-MEDIUM WIDE
Chris turns his back and walks away from the table, getting the last word in a “hail mary” attempt to save face; the entire cafeteria has been watching. Walker checks in with Twitch, who has finally sat up.

CHRIS
Yeah. Whatever, Don Juan.

CHRIS (CONT’D)
Have fun with Don Quixote over here.

WALKER
You okay?

TWITCH (SMALL)
I did it...

WALKER
What?

12/4 MEDIUM
Twitch, still recovering, looks up excitedly and wide-eyed at Walker, who stands beside him.

TWITCH (SMALL)
Mrs. Henderson...hhnh...falling...I saw it again...

12/5 MEDIUM
Immediately, Walker takes the seat beside Twitch, gushing with adrenaline.

WALKER
You saw it? You brought the vision back? What did you see this time?

WALKER (SMALL) (CONT’D)
I knew it.

TWITCH (SMALL)
Well, I...ahh...didn’t really pay attention...huuh...I was kind of distracted...

TWITCH (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Thanks, by the way.

WALKER
Don’t worry about it.

WALKER (CONT’D)
You got the vision back once, which means we can bring it back again and figure out how to stop it.

TWITCH (SMALL)
Heh...”we”?

12/6 CLOSE
A cocky but exuberant grin, dripping both of mischief and courage, takes over Walker’s face.

WALKER
You heard me. Now c’mon.

WALKER (CONT’D)
Let’s be goddamn heroes.

PAGE 13

13/1 BIRD’S EYE VIEW-EXT-TREETOP/YARD-DAY-FLASHBACK
Looking down on young Walker, he reaches up towards something in the branches of the tree.

UNCLE (O.S.)
That’s it...There he is...You got him.

13/2 MEDIUM
Young Walker, standing on a ladder supported by his Uncle below, cradles a cat in his arms.

SFX (CAT)
Mreow.

UNCLE (O.S.)
Alright Walker, now come on down, nice and slow.

13/3 MEDIUM-WOMAN’S POV
Walker gets down from the ladder, cat in arms, with help from Uncle Ted.

UNCLE
There we go.

13/4 MEDIUM
Walker hands the cat to the Woman, a neighbor, who is ecstatic to have her cat back.

WALKER
Here you go, ma’am.

WOMAN
Oh, Walker! Thank you! Thank you so much!

WOMAN (CONT’D)
Ted, thank you, too, of course.

UNCLE
It’s our pleasure.

13/5 MEDIUM CLOSE
Uncle Ted puts his hand on Walker’s shoulder; his head is cut off.

UNCLE
See, I told you. You’ve got courage lie a lion. How’s it feel to be a hero?

PAGE 14-15

14-15/1 MEDIUM INT-HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY-DAY-PRESENT
Backed up against a locker inconspicuously, Walker glances around.

14-15/2 WIDE
Chris yelling at Josie in the middle of the hallway. She pouts angrily and defiantly, eyes rolled.

14-15/3 MEDIUM-CLOSE
The doorway to Mrs. Henderson’s classroom; her name is visible on a plate on the wall beside the door.

14-15/4 SAME ANGLE
Mrs. Henderson comes to the door to leave.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
Do you ever feel like you’re just waiting for something to happen?

14-15/5 MEDIUM
Twitch looks up from the book he’s reading, sitting propped against a wall.

14-15/6 CLOSE
Walker looks intently and intensely at Twitch (off-panel), trying to communicate non-verbally; his jaw is clenched tight and eyes are wide.

14-15/7 MEDIUM
Twitch, from the same angle as before, eyes turned to look in the direction that Walker is (presumably) notioning.

14-15/8 WIDE
Mrs. Henderson walks down the hall, hobbling a bit; Chris and Josie can still be seen, somewhat obscured from view behind her. Josie has begun to walk away.

14-15/9 SAME ANGLE
Mrs. Henderson has walked further now, almost to the edge of the panel; behind her, more focused, is Josie, walking away from Chris defiantly as he yells after her.

14-15/10 SAME ANGLE
Chris alone, throwing his arms up in frustration, giving up.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
It’s like you know exactly what’s to come, and there’s nothing you can do but wait for it to hit you.

14-15/11 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch looks to Walker, with an inquisitive look of surprise.

14-15/12 MEDIUM CLOSE
Walker shrugs.

14-15/13 SAME
Walker nods his head in Mrs. Henderson’s direction.

14-15/14 WIDE
Mrs. Henderson continues to walk away down the hall; she’s at least 20 yards away by now.

14-15/15 MEDIUM
Twitch shoots an incredulous look in Walker’s direction.

14-15/16 MEDIUM CLOSE
Walker shrugs again.

TWITCH (CAPTION)
I’m sure I’m not the only one that gets that feeling.

TWITCH (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
All things considered.

PAGE 16

16/1 TWO-SHOT
Twitch approaches Walker.

TWITCH
Now what?

WALKER
Now?

16/2 SAME
Twitch waits impatiently for a response. Walker looks down to the ground nervously searching for an answer.

WALKER
Ummm, well, uh-there could-um...

TWITCH
Seriously. What did that accomplish?

16/3 CLOSE
Walker shrugs, jokingly and charismatically, with a feigned innocence in his smile.

WALKER
...reconnaissance?

16/4 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch rolls his eyes and throws his head back.

16/5 TWO-SHOT-DIFFERENT ANGLE
Twitch steps it up, pointing at Walker (if he were more of a man, he’d poke him in the chest). Walker is surprised even by this slight step he’s taken.

TWITCH
If you really want to do something about this, then by all means, let’s do something.

TWITCH (CONT’D)
Especially if it’s going to make these...things subside.

TWITCH (CONT’D)
But if you’re just going to sit here and boost up your ego with delusions of grandeur, then forget it. I’m out. I’m done with your little prank.

16/6 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch indicates to Walker that they need to get going.

TWITCH
Let’s get to class.

TWITCH (SMALL) (CONT’D)
I won’t even make you sit with me.

PAGE 17

17/1 WIDE
Ms. Eliot teaching, indicating the board. The backs of students’ heads are once again visible--Walker is captivated, Twitch is distracted, Josie and Chris are separated, and Justin is hunched over, scribbling in his notebook.

MS. ELIOT
Can anyone tell me the benefits of a narrative like the one that Vonnegut uses here? When we’re told what’s going happen ahead of time, but not exactly how?

17/2 CLOSE
Ms. Eliot calls on a student.

MS. ELIOT
Ryan?

17/3 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch drifts off, clearly not paying attention. Walker can be seen behind him raising his hand.

RYAN (O.S.)
Uh, it’s like...idunno, it’s kinda like foreshadowing.

WALKER
It helps create suspense...

17/4 CLOSE
Close-up on the clock in the classroom, which reads 1:45pm.

WALKER (O.S.)
...by making the reader anticipate what’s going to happen.

WALKER (CONT’D)
‘Cause the reader knows things that the characters don’t.

MS. ELIOT (O.S.)
Very good, Walker.

PAGE 18

18/1 LARGE PANEL
Twitch sharply and suddenly sits up at his desk, eyes wide, with his right eye twitching. They rest of the students might be visible around him, but they should be opaque and faded; the rest of the panel is filled up with various images from his previous vision of Mrs. Henderson, repeated at different distances and zooms. Specifically, the time on her clock (1:47) should keep building on top of other fragmented images, each time getting closer and closer.

18/2 WIDE
Ms. Eliot continues to teach, but is stopped when she notices something.

MS. ELIOT
Now, who can tell--yes, Twitch?

18/3 CLOSE
Twitch anxiously asks a question.

TWITCH
Can I go to the bathroom?

MS. ELIOT (O.S.)
Of course. Go...

18/4 SAME ANGLE
Twitch is already out of his scene; Walker looks puzzled but curious.

MS. ELIOT (O.S.)
...right ahead.

PAGE 19

19/1 WIDE
Twitch’s hand reaches towards Mrs. Henderson’s door (which we can tell by the nametag plaque next to it. Or not.)

19/2 ONE-SHOT-INT-MRS. HENDERSON’S CLASSROOM-AFTERNOON
Twitch enters Mrs. Henderson’s classroom, speaking before he gets even half of his body in the door.

TWITCH
Mrs. Henderson?

TWITCH (CONT’D)
Hello?

19/3 MEDIUM
Mrs. Henderson sits at her desk. She looks up towards the door, bringing her glasses down to the tip of her nose.

MRS. HENDERSON
Hello, Lionel. What can I do for you?

19/4 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch, uncertain of how to answer without sounding like a nut, desperately and awkwardly grasps for something to say. He looks down and to the right, partially to hide his twitching right eye.

TWITCH
Um...I just...I...

TWITCH (CONT’D)
There was...umm...

19/5 INSET
Twitch looks at the watch on the wrist; the time is 1:46 and somelot of seconds.

19/6 SAME ANGLE AS BEFORE
Twitch looks up, excitedly feigning confidence.

TWITCH
I just wanted to say that all that...Aborigine stuff you were talking about today, with The Dreaming and whatnot. That was really interesting.

PAGE 20

20/1 WIDE-TWITCH’S POV OVER-THE-SHOULDER
Twitch keeps talking, trying to come up with an answer, as Mrs. Henderson looks at him. She is skeptical, but amused.

TWITCH
And, you did a really good job, you know,of...of explaining all those crazy concepts.

20/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch, finally fully confident in his act, keeps going, injecting an air of bravado and confidence, almost scoffing at what he’s saying in a poor attempt to cover for himself.

TWITCH
All that...fluid time spectrum...dimensional...stuff...

TWITCH (CONT’D)
I mean, it’s totally ridiculous and ungrounded and...you know...

TWITCH (CONT’D)
It was really good the way you taught it.

TWITCH (SMALL) (CONT’D)
You being a teacher and all.

20/3 MEDIUM CLOSE
Mrs. Henderson looks back down at her desk as she responds.

MRS. HENDERSON
Thank you for the kind words, Lionel, but...

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
Shouldn’t you be in class right now?

20/4 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch awkwardly searches for an answer. Again.

TWITCH
...

TWITCH (SMALL) (CONT’D)
I had to pee.

20/5 MRS. HENDERSON’S POV
Now Twitch has his alibi!

TWITCH
And-and school’s almost done for the day, you now, and-and we had a test, um, in Ms. Eliot’s class.

TWITCH (CONT’D)
Which I finished, you know, ‘cause...

MRS. HENDERSON
Oh, really? And what were you reading in Ms. Eliot’s class?

PAGE 21

21/1 MEDIUM-TWITCH’S POV
On a downward angle, looking at Mrs. Henderson from where Twitch stands beside her desk. This time, Twitch actually has the answer without thinking.

TWITCH
Slaughterhouse Five.

MRS. HENDERSON
Can’t say I’ve read that one.

TWITCH
It’s about time travel.

TWITCH (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Kind of.

21/2 PROFILE TWO-SHOT
Mrs. Henderson looks at Twitch again.

MRS. HENDERSON
Well, you should probably get back to Ms. Eliot’s class, Mr. Ritchie.

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
I’m sure she misses your engaging wit right now.

TWITCH (SMALL)
Yeah...

21/3 MEDIUM
Mrs. Henderson waits awkwardly and impatiently for Twitch to leave.

MRS. HENDERSON
...

MRS. HENDERSON (CONT’D)
Goodbye, Lionel.

21/4 MEDIUM WIDE
Twitch gets the clue. Finally.

TWITCH
Oh. Right!

TWITCH (CONT’D)
Bye Mrs. Henderson!

MRS. HENDERSON
Have a good weekend, Lionel.

TWITCH
Thanks! You too!

TWITCH (CONT’D)
Hope...you know...hope everything’s well!

MRS. HENDERSON
Thanks, Lionel.

TWITCH
Take care!

MRS. HENDERSON
Goodbye, Lionel.

21/5 MEDIUM CLOSE
Twitch walks towards the door, wearing a proud smile. Mrs. Henderson is clearly visible behind him, waiting for him to leave.

TWITCH
So long!

21/6 INSET
Twitch looks at his watch; the time is 1:50.

TWITCH (SMALL)
Mission accomplished.

PAGE 22

22/1 WIDE
Mrs. Henderson looks back down at her desk and continues correcting papers.

22/2 SAME
Same shot. Mrs. Henderson might move a bit.

22/3 SAME
Same shot. Mrs. Henderson might move a bit more.

22/4 DIFFERENT ANGLE
Mrs. Henderson looks up as the bell rings.

SFX
Bzzzzzzzzzzz

22/5 CLOSE
Focus on Mrs. Henderson’s desk; her hand is all that is seen of her, helping her up out of her chair. It obscures a doctor’s note.

22/6 SAME
With her hand removed, we get a clear shot of the doctor’s note beneath her hand that diagnoses her with breast cancer.

END.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Future, On Fire

Speakers from all of the leading universities and think tanks will be there. They’ll be talking about wormholes and quarks and divergent time streams and parallel universes and paradox theories and Star Trek and everyone will cheer and they’ll call it a success and they’ll celebrate, just like this. Beautiful women will parade around in silver vinyl suits, flashing Vulcan signs and flesh but never nipple (they’re not paid that well) and saying things like “Klaatu Barada Nikto” and giggling while they upturn their voluptuous lips and cock their heads a bit to appease the other cocks in the room. Everyone will be home smiling, or reminiscing, or go out drinking and celebrating. Adam Ng will be on his fifth pint of the night, except he’ll be drowning his sorrows, hunched over on a barstool, tapping the glass with his finger whenever he wants a refill. His friends will be paying for most of his drinks and doing tequila shots in honor of the “First Annual Time Travelers’ Convention,” that they had been working for months to put together. The whole thing will have gone off without a hitch.
Or a time traveler.
Right on cue, there will be a bright flash outside—there it is—and I see myself walk into the room about 7 hours earlier, and a lot more sober. I take a drink to keep my mouth shut (and maybe hide my face) and I watch myself look frantically around the room and try to make sense of the situation.
“Fuck,” I hear me whisper to myself, and I laugh because this really is exactly how I remember it. I struggle to keep the beer from coming out my nose and everyone else in the bar turns to look at the guy in the funny metallic costume with racing stripes down the side. I ask the bartender for another drink and watch myself do exactly what I’m going to do.
“I’m late, huh?” I say—the other me says—after a pause. I drink to my own lack of wit.
“Sorry, man. Convention was hours ago,” Jae says again. I don’t actually know his name yet. “Are you looking for someone in particular, or…?”
“Fuck, man! This fuckin’ thing never works!” the other me cries, smacking the device on our wrist as hard as he can. It starts beeping and blinking frantically, and this time I understand why, even if he doesn’t.
“What is that?” asks Jae.
“Tachyon Compression Gauge. It’s, ah—it’s supposed to read and monitor stringent and derivative particles in divergent timelines . Or something like that, I don’t now. You guys are supposed to figure it out. But either way, this thing is going nuts right now, and I have no idea why.”
At this, Adam will lift his head and turn his curious ear towards the conversation.
(He does)
No one will realize that my Tachyon Compression Gauge is picking up on my own presence in the room. Except the bartender, that is. He looks at me when I chortle in my throat, then looks back at our foolishly costumed new guest—me, again—and does a double take back towards me. Fortunately for the structure of timespace, he just shakes his head, confused, and gets back to making drinks.
I then plop down on a stool across from myself at the bar. I turn around quickly, so I don’t notice me because the results would be disaster—two of the same object can never occupy the same space at the same time—and I start to wonder about my decision. Obviously, I turned around, just like this, when I was in his position. Could I have stayed, and just hid my face? Could I have done something else, or nothing? Or was I compelled to do exactly what I did the last time, simply because I had done it already?
How much of my actions or thought processes were pre-determined by the structure of time?
I can’t turn around and face him again, either because I’m too afraid of what might happen, or because I’m simply not allowed to because I didn’t do it last time. It’s funny—I knew everything that would happen to me before, but not now. Not me now, even though I was already here and already went through this same scene.
Of course, while I’m busy having a mild panic attack over the nature of pre-destination paradoxes, the other me will try to convince Jae and Adam and the guys the he is, in fact, a time traveler—just one that apparently can’t time travel on time. They’ll be laughing at the irony as he tries to convince them of the truth. Adam will have a fleeting moment of pride and accomplishment before he submits to the belief that the whole thing is a scam and turn back to his drink. Feeling guilty, I’ll continue to berate him with arbitrary truths about the future that he’ll be convinced I’m just making up as I go along.
And then I’ll tune in again, just in time to watch myself go out the door and try again. Except I trip down the stairs on my way out and twist my ankle. Clumsy fuck. I limp outside, and everyone in the bar sees that bright flash of light again and I’m gone. Adam orders another shot of tequila, absolutely certain that I was just some asshole pulling his chain and rubbing in the fact that his Time Travel convention was an absolute failure.
Only it wasn’t.
I get up from my barstool and limp over to Adam. I pat him on the back and say, “Congratulations” as I hand him my Tachyon Compression Gauge and Distorter. "This is for you. It's what you need, the last piece of the puzzle. Pick it apart. Figure it out. You were going to anyway."
“What the hell is this…” he starts to ask as he looks up at me. He spins his eyes around their sockets as he tries to rationalize my presence. “Didn’t you just go that way…weren’t you not wearing that…how did you…?”
I smile and say, “I told you. I’m from the future.”

Monday, September 1, 2008

Doll

“I’ve felt prettier,” she said as she curled her synthetic eyelashes—horsehair? vinyl? what was it? the texture was alien, even through her curler—and looked back into the mirror.
“This is what you requested…”
“No, I know, it’s just—I don’t know. It looks right, but I’ve felt prettier, you know?”
“I see.” With that, the surgeon turned his back and walked towards the door. “Well, I’ll leave you alone with it for a bit. Maybe you’ll get used to each other.”
She would have seen the door slam in the mirror if she hadn’t been so focused on the new plastic gloss of her cherub cheeks. The fingertips of her left hand rolled slowly, softly over the faux-porcelain curves of flesh and wiped across the rosy red blush, and when her gaze finally averted from the mirror, it took to her hand where not a trace of make-up could be seen. Looking back in the mirror, there wasn’t the slightest sign of smudging or fading on her second, painted face.
But she couldn’t see her first face, beneath the latex rubber plastic silicone polysomething artificial new one she’d paid quite handsomely for, in permanence, and she never would again.

(at least she knew she’d always be a doll)