3.
Tim: I've been waiting for you.
Lyn: I've been walking towards you. You could have walked too, would have saved some time.
Tim: But then I would've had to break this cool pose I've got going. Leaning up against a streetlight and all.
Lyn: So now we fight.
Tim: To the death.
Lyn: No weapons.
Tim: No weapons? Is that what I said on the phone. Well, I meant be sure to bring some weapons, because I definitely have some.
*opens his trench coat and reveals that it is lined with throwing stars*
Yeah, you like those don't you? And this...*reaches behind him and withdraws a samurai sword* Well, I know you like this.
Lyn: Looks like you have the upper hand now. If this was a homework assignment for a playwriting class I would call that a beat, maybe,I might be wrong.
Tim: What are you talking about?
Lyn: I think we need one more beat for this assignment.
Tim: What ARE you talking about?
Lyn: Just one more and we are done.
Tim: One more what.
Lyn: This. *she removes a fancy machine gun from her purse, and fills Tim with bullets*
Lyn: Assignment complete.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
chapter 7
4.
Lenny is at a donut shop, George has just entered and takes the stool next to Lenny. They are both regulars.
George: How's it going?
Lenny: Why ask? You know you don't care.
George: Uh, Jesus Lenny. It's, uh, it's just a greeting.
Lenny: I know it's just a greeting. I know you don't care how I'm doing. I'm simply saying I'm tired of hearing the entire world run around faking it. And especially tired of hearing you fake it.
George: I actually do care how you're doing, hell I care how anyone's doing.
Lenny: That's bullshit coming out of your mouth. Can you taste it?
George: Uh, Jesus Lenny. What's wrong with you today?
Lenny: There you go again. Acting like you care.
George: Jesus. I do care, now I do anyway, cause you're pissing me off.
Lenny: Well, George I don't care.
George: You're an asshole.
Lenny: You're a hypocritical moron.
George: *to the cashier* Can I get a dozen, six chocolate, 3 jelly, 2 glazed, 1 cinnamon. *louder, and clearly directed at Lenny* TO GO.
*cashier makes no answer, but bags the donuts and hands them to George. George hands her money.*
Lenny: *laughs* Enjoy your donuts George.
George: As if you care. *exiting the store*
Lenny: *still laughing* I love that moron.
Lenny is at a donut shop, George has just entered and takes the stool next to Lenny. They are both regulars.
George: How's it going?
Lenny: Why ask? You know you don't care.
George: Uh, Jesus Lenny. It's, uh, it's just a greeting.
Lenny: I know it's just a greeting. I know you don't care how I'm doing. I'm simply saying I'm tired of hearing the entire world run around faking it. And especially tired of hearing you fake it.
George: I actually do care how you're doing, hell I care how anyone's doing.
Lenny: That's bullshit coming out of your mouth. Can you taste it?
George: Uh, Jesus Lenny. What's wrong with you today?
Lenny: There you go again. Acting like you care.
George: Jesus. I do care, now I do anyway, cause you're pissing me off.
Lenny: Well, George I don't care.
George: You're an asshole.
Lenny: You're a hypocritical moron.
George: *to the cashier* Can I get a dozen, six chocolate, 3 jelly, 2 glazed, 1 cinnamon. *louder, and clearly directed at Lenny* TO GO.
*cashier makes no answer, but bags the donuts and hands them to George. George hands her money.*
Lenny: *laughs* Enjoy your donuts George.
George: As if you care. *exiting the store*
Lenny: *still laughing* I love that moron.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
chapter 6 #7
7.
7.
Will and Margaret are sitting in Will’s car, a 1994 Ford Tempo. Will doesn’t share his father’s taste for expensive cars. It is raining. (Of course it is) This is the conversation on the night before Margaret delivers the news to Callahan.
Margaret: How can I tell him Will?
Will: We could leave. Run away. Do that whole romantic thing. Live somewhere exotic. I have a bit of money.
Margaret: I can’t just run away. I have to be an adult, maybe it’s stupid. But I have to face up to this. I was being a child when I married him. I won’t be a child at the start of this…of us.
Will: You were a child when you married him Margie. I’m not trying to be a jerk, but I mean, he prayed on you. He’s a predator. That’s who he is, that’s even what his job is. Predator. That’s a job title for him.
Margaret: I can’t blame my youth. I made that decision. I thought, or I pretended I thought, I was in love with him.
Will: I’m sorry Margie. *matter of fact tone* I could kill him. Do you want me to? I kind of want to...
Margaret: Are you serious?
Will: *not answering question* I really want to sometimes. Right now I think I’d be great.
Margaret: I won’t let you commit murder. This is cheesy, but that’s not who you are.
Will: I could be someone else for a bit.
Margaret: Umm, that’s sweet of you, I guess, offering to kill your father.
Will: No, you’re right, I couldn’t kill him. But it’s fun to pretend sometimes.
Margaret: *laughs* Yes it is.
They snuggle together, and are silent for some time, we get tired of waiting for something to happen, so we stop watching.
7.
Will and Margaret are sitting in Will’s car, a 1994 Ford Tempo. Will doesn’t share his father’s taste for expensive cars. It is raining. (Of course it is) This is the conversation on the night before Margaret delivers the news to Callahan.
Margaret: How can I tell him Will?
Will: We could leave. Run away. Do that whole romantic thing. Live somewhere exotic. I have a bit of money.
Margaret: I can’t just run away. I have to be an adult, maybe it’s stupid. But I have to face up to this. I was being a child when I married him. I won’t be a child at the start of this…of us.
Will: You were a child when you married him Margie. I’m not trying to be a jerk, but I mean, he prayed on you. He’s a predator. That’s who he is, that’s even what his job is. Predator. That’s a job title for him.
Margaret: I can’t blame my youth. I made that decision. I thought, or I pretended I thought, I was in love with him.
Will: I’m sorry Margie. *matter of fact tone* I could kill him. Do you want me to? I kind of want to...
Margaret: Are you serious?
Will: *not answering question* I really want to sometimes. Right now I think I’d be great.
Margaret: I won’t let you commit murder. This is cheesy, but that’s not who you are.
Will: I could be someone else for a bit.
Margaret: Umm, that’s sweet of you, I guess, offering to kill your father.
Will: No, you’re right, I couldn’t kill him. But it’s fun to pretend sometimes.
Margaret: *laughs* Yes it is.
They snuggle together, and are silent for some time, we get tired of waiting for something to happen, so we stop watching.
more chapter 6
4.
The climax may have already occurred when Callahan found out his wife was pregnant, and that his son is the father.
But at this point I envision another confrontation, this one finding Callahan with too many martinis in tow, and perhaps an ancient maybe-working pistol in his pocket.
5.
The year is 2004. Many taboos of old have been obliterated. Sex with one’s mother, whether biological or not, is probably still a taboo. Divorce is common. Premarital sex is the standard. Producing children out of wedlock is common practice. There is a war a lot of people don’t agree with. There is a president narrowing the gap between church and state. Callahan is enjoying this president’s benefit-the-rich tax plan.
6.
Will approaches his apartment door, in his arms is a large package containing maternity clothes for Margeret. His father is sitting next to the door. He’s asleep, and smells like martinis.
Will: Dad.
Callahan: *sleepily* Don’t call me that.
Will: What do you want?
Callahan: I don’t know. Somehow I’ve having a heard time forgetting that you were once one of my sperm cells, and that now, my own sperm cell has created his own sperm cells, and used them to impregnate my wife.
Will: I don’t expect you to forget.
Callahan: What do you expect me to do?
Will: I don’t know. Something dramatic. I imagine you’ve spent all morning in front of your liquor cabinet. And that you’ve made significant progress towards emptying it out. I imagine you picked that old civil war pistol out of your desk drawer. I imagine you came here with the intention of threatening me with it, and then shooting yourself in the head with it. Sounds like a bad play to me Dad. Something some pompous creative writing major would churn out, thinking it's grand theater.
Callahan: *pulls pistol from coat pocket* You always were perceptive.
Will: Go home Dad.
Callahan:*points pistol at Will* Don’t call me that. And making fun of me isn’t improving your chances of not getting shot.
Will: That gun doesn’t work.
Callahan: Worked for the confederates.
Will: How appropriate, you using an instrument built to keep slavery alive.
Callahan: I don’t know what that means.
Will: You’re a slave driver. You would have fit right in on a plantation.
Callahan: So you hate me.
Will: I’m past those kind of extremes with you Dad.
Callahan: I don’t care if you hate me. I hate you. I hate your mother and lover. Which is the same person I might remind you.
Will: My mother has been dead for twenty years. You might remember her.
Callahan: smartass.
Will: Dad, I’m tired, are you going to do something with that gun, or are you going to go to a bar.
Callahan: Maybe I’ll do both.
Will: Well, please, I’m tired.
Callahan: I killed Margeret.
Will: What? *suddenly filled with anger, pain, hate, everything* You…you…
Callhan: *hearty laughter* No, I didn’t. Not yet anyway. Who’s to say what tomorrow will bring…
The climax may have already occurred when Callahan found out his wife was pregnant, and that his son is the father.
But at this point I envision another confrontation, this one finding Callahan with too many martinis in tow, and perhaps an ancient maybe-working pistol in his pocket.
5.
The year is 2004. Many taboos of old have been obliterated. Sex with one’s mother, whether biological or not, is probably still a taboo. Divorce is common. Premarital sex is the standard. Producing children out of wedlock is common practice. There is a war a lot of people don’t agree with. There is a president narrowing the gap between church and state. Callahan is enjoying this president’s benefit-the-rich tax plan.
6.
Will approaches his apartment door, in his arms is a large package containing maternity clothes for Margeret. His father is sitting next to the door. He’s asleep, and smells like martinis.
Will: Dad.
Callahan: *sleepily* Don’t call me that.
Will: What do you want?
Callahan: I don’t know. Somehow I’ve having a heard time forgetting that you were once one of my sperm cells, and that now, my own sperm cell has created his own sperm cells, and used them to impregnate my wife.
Will: I don’t expect you to forget.
Callahan: What do you expect me to do?
Will: I don’t know. Something dramatic. I imagine you’ve spent all morning in front of your liquor cabinet. And that you’ve made significant progress towards emptying it out. I imagine you picked that old civil war pistol out of your desk drawer. I imagine you came here with the intention of threatening me with it, and then shooting yourself in the head with it. Sounds like a bad play to me Dad. Something some pompous creative writing major would churn out, thinking it's grand theater.
Callahan: *pulls pistol from coat pocket* You always were perceptive.
Will: Go home Dad.
Callahan:*points pistol at Will* Don’t call me that. And making fun of me isn’t improving your chances of not getting shot.
Will: That gun doesn’t work.
Callahan: Worked for the confederates.
Will: How appropriate, you using an instrument built to keep slavery alive.
Callahan: I don’t know what that means.
Will: You’re a slave driver. You would have fit right in on a plantation.
Callahan: So you hate me.
Will: I’m past those kind of extremes with you Dad.
Callahan: I don’t care if you hate me. I hate you. I hate your mother and lover. Which is the same person I might remind you.
Will: My mother has been dead for twenty years. You might remember her.
Callahan: smartass.
Will: Dad, I’m tired, are you going to do something with that gun, or are you going to go to a bar.
Callahan: Maybe I’ll do both.
Will: Well, please, I’m tired.
Callahan: I killed Margeret.
Will: What? *suddenly filled with anger, pain, hate, everything* You…you…
Callhan: *hearty laughter* No, I didn’t. Not yet anyway. Who’s to say what tomorrow will bring…
chapter 6 2&3
2.
scene 1
Bill and Margaret are in his study. Bill has just found out Margaret is pregnant. He finds this a bit amazing due to the seven month gap between now and the last time they engaged in intercourse. They have a brief dialogue climaxing in Bill slapping Margaret, and Margaret slapping Bill.
Scene 2
Margaret is on the phone with the baby’s father.
Scene 3
Bill is on the phone with his son.
3.
scene 2
Margaret calls the baby’s father to let him know she has broken the news to her husband.
Margaret: I told him.
Will: How did he take it?
Margaret: You know him.
Will: Yeah, I’m sorry.
Margaret: It’s not your fault.
Will: As much mine as yours. Did you tell him who the father is?
Margaret: No. I’m not sure I should.
Will: He’ll figure it out eventually.
Margaret: Well, I might just enjoy the reprieve between now and then.
Will: I’ll tell him.
Margaret: How heroic. But I’d rather you weren’t murdered.
Will: I’m his son.
Margaret: You’re his wife’s accomplice in adultery.
Will: He doesn’t love you.
Margaret: Do you think he loves you?
Will: Ummm, I’ll tell him.
Margaret: I love you Will.
Will: I love you Margey.
Scene 3
Will calls his father.
Callahan: (answers the phone) Hello?
Will: Hi Dad.
Callahan: Hello William.
Will: How are you dad?
Callahan: Your mother’s a whore.
Will: ( surprised at his father’s bluntness, even after 24 years of conditioning) No she isn’t.
Callahan: Well she’s conceived. And not with my help. And I’ll bet it’s not of the immaculate variety.
Will: Maybe she’s in love.
Callahan: She’s married. She’s supposed to be in love with me.
Will: You’re supposed to be in love with her.
Callahan: I’m your father, I’d have thought you’d be upset that your mother’s an adulterer.
Will: The baby’s mine Dad.
Callahan: (surprised, but the first thing to come to mind is) That’s disgusting.
Will: What Dad?
Callahan: You’re telling me you impregnated your mother?
Will: I impregnated your wife Dad. I’m six months older than her. And she never adopted me. It’s legal.
Callahan: So you’ve researched this. Did you do it before or after you split your parents marriage apart.
Will: Dad…
Callahan: Stop calling me Dad.
Will: Dad, you never even put your marriage together.
Callahan: What?
Will: She was your house-servant Dad.
Callahan: Don’t call me Dad again.
Will: She was your house-servant.
Callahan: I don’t care how she made her spending money. We were married, the judge signed the papers, she wore my ring. A rather expensive ring I bet she can’t wait to pawn.
Will: She pawned it four years ago Dad. See how much attention you pay her.
Callahan: How long have you been fucking your mother?
Will: *angry* She’s not my mother.
they hang up simultaneously, Callahan with a ferocious slam, Will drops the receiver, and magically it lands in its cradle.
scene 1
Bill and Margaret are in his study. Bill has just found out Margaret is pregnant. He finds this a bit amazing due to the seven month gap between now and the last time they engaged in intercourse. They have a brief dialogue climaxing in Bill slapping Margaret, and Margaret slapping Bill.
Scene 2
Margaret is on the phone with the baby’s father.
Scene 3
Bill is on the phone with his son.
3.
scene 2
Margaret calls the baby’s father to let him know she has broken the news to her husband.
Margaret: I told him.
Will: How did he take it?
Margaret: You know him.
Will: Yeah, I’m sorry.
Margaret: It’s not your fault.
Will: As much mine as yours. Did you tell him who the father is?
Margaret: No. I’m not sure I should.
Will: He’ll figure it out eventually.
Margaret: Well, I might just enjoy the reprieve between now and then.
Will: I’ll tell him.
Margaret: How heroic. But I’d rather you weren’t murdered.
Will: I’m his son.
Margaret: You’re his wife’s accomplice in adultery.
Will: He doesn’t love you.
Margaret: Do you think he loves you?
Will: Ummm, I’ll tell him.
Margaret: I love you Will.
Will: I love you Margey.
Scene 3
Will calls his father.
Callahan: (answers the phone) Hello?
Will: Hi Dad.
Callahan: Hello William.
Will: How are you dad?
Callahan: Your mother’s a whore.
Will: ( surprised at his father’s bluntness, even after 24 years of conditioning) No she isn’t.
Callahan: Well she’s conceived. And not with my help. And I’ll bet it’s not of the immaculate variety.
Will: Maybe she’s in love.
Callahan: She’s married. She’s supposed to be in love with me.
Will: You’re supposed to be in love with her.
Callahan: I’m your father, I’d have thought you’d be upset that your mother’s an adulterer.
Will: The baby’s mine Dad.
Callahan: (surprised, but the first thing to come to mind is) That’s disgusting.
Will: What Dad?
Callahan: You’re telling me you impregnated your mother?
Will: I impregnated your wife Dad. I’m six months older than her. And she never adopted me. It’s legal.
Callahan: So you’ve researched this. Did you do it before or after you split your parents marriage apart.
Will: Dad…
Callahan: Stop calling me Dad.
Will: Dad, you never even put your marriage together.
Callahan: What?
Will: She was your house-servant Dad.
Callahan: Don’t call me Dad again.
Will: She was your house-servant.
Callahan: I don’t care how she made her spending money. We were married, the judge signed the papers, she wore my ring. A rather expensive ring I bet she can’t wait to pawn.
Will: She pawned it four years ago Dad. See how much attention you pay her.
Callahan: How long have you been fucking your mother?
Will: *angry* She’s not my mother.
they hang up simultaneously, Callahan with a ferocious slam, Will drops the receiver, and magically it lands in its cradle.
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