C o v e r  G i r l

 

A New Play By

 

Will Kern

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2001

Contact: willkern@hotmail.com

Current Draft Date:  August 1, 2001


ACT ONE

 

SCENE ONE                                                                    AT RISE:  Mother and Father

                                                                                          Ballard, late 60s, sit stage left at

                                                                                          the kitchen table in their

                                                                                           small three bedroom house. 

                                                                                          Mother has the counter top

                                                                                          drawers splayed in front of her;

                                                                                          she is lining them with fresh

                                                                                          paper.  Father is in a wheelchair,

                                                                                          his leg in a cast.  A pot is on the

                                                                                          stove, steam rising from it.

 

                                                                                          The kitchen is next to a living

                                                                                          area which is stocked with the

                                                                                          usual furnishings: couch, TV,

                                                                                          comfy chair, dining room table

                                                                                          and chairs, etc.  The front door is

                                                                                          DR.  Next to it, CR, is George’s

                                                                                          bedroom, and a hallway, UR,

                                                                                          leads to the other bedrooms and

                                                                                          the bathroom.

 

                                                               MOTHER

We got an email from Chester Black today.  His prostate surgery was successful.

                           (Ballard grunts)

They went in through his stomach.  I don't know why they did that.  I would have thought it would have been much easier to go through that part, you get it, where it is, but they didn't.  I thought they were just going to snip it right out, and I told him so. 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Under the testicles. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

What?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Under the testicles.  That’s what you meant to say.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Yes, under the testicles.  I forgot what you call it.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You forgot?

 

 

                                                               MOTHER

I didn't forget.  I don't know the word for it.  What's the place on a man's anatomy called between the anus and the testicles?

 

                                                               BALLARD

I don't have the faintest idea.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Well, that's what I meant.  Don’t you think it’s strange they went in through his stomach?  They made the incision from the top of his penis to his bellybutton, then shoved all the guts up to the breastbone.  He's pretty sore.  Why do you suppose they did that?

 

                                                               BALLARD

To make his hospital stay longer.

 

                                                               MOTHER

They wouldn't do that.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Sure they would.  They wouldn't want him to get well right away, they'd be losing money. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

I gave him your regards.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Good.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What else?  What time is it?

 

                                                                                          They both look at the kitchen

                                                                                          clock.  It's 5:55.  Mother

                                                                                          turns up the heat on the burner,

                                                                                          quickly puts the drawers back in

                                                                                          the counter.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I’m going to have to finish this later.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Veggies about done?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Almost. 

 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Yeah, ol' Chester. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

Imagine, having to dig through all that fat.  He said everything was fine, it went well.  No chemo for him now, at least not yet.  They'll be getting the test results back in a few weeks.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Oh, he’ll get the chemo.

 

                                                               MOTHER

They wouldn't do it unless they thought it necessary.

 

                                                               BALLARD

They will.  Doctors wouldn't pass on that opportunity.  With all the alternative medicine around today, he gets the chemo he’s an idiot.

 

                                                               MOTHER

He asked about your heart.

 

                                                               BALLARD

What'd you tell him?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I told him you were fine.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You didn't mention the...

                           (taps his cast)

 

                                                               MOTHER

Heavens, no.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Good.  I want to go outside.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Well have dinner and I'll take you for a nice little stroll.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I didn't mean now.

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (beat)

What do you think of the pastor’s comments?

                                                               BALLARD

George isn’t going to move out because Faith does.

 

                                                               MOTHER

He may.  One less soul to torment.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You gonna talk to her tonight?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I was planning on it.

 

                                                               BALLARD

She isn't the problem, you know.  I don't mind if she lives here.

 

                                                               MOTHER

We can't ask one without asking the other.

 

                                                               BALLARD

"Change in lifestyle"?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I know, but what can we do?  We can’t call the police.

 

                                                               BALLARD

If we have to.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Wake up, Methuselah.  You dozed off and forgot about your life.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I’m not old.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Rip Van Winkle then.  You know what I meant.

 

                                                               BALLARD

He was old too.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You got an E-mail from Buddy Phelps, inviting us to his retirement party in February.  I went ahead and RSVPd.

 

                                                               BALLARD

The boys at Amtrak are almost gone.

 

                                                               MOTHER

The boys at Amtrak aren't boys anymore.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Yeah, bunch of old bastards now.  Except me, of course.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I think it’s a good first step.  Pastor Mark always has good ideas.

 

                                                               BALLARD

He doesn’t live here.

 

                                                                                          The front door is flung open

                                                                                          and George Ballard stomps

                                                                                           in.  He is their son, a tall man,

                                                                                          mid 40s, very thin, set jaw,

                                                                                          has sort of a ghostly look.  He

                                                                                          is dressed in casual business

                                                                                          attire.  He stalks into his

                                                                                          bedroom, slams the door

                                                                                          behind him.  Ballard and Mother

                                                                                          are suddenly panicked.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Shit!

 

                                                                                          Mother rifles through the

                                                                                          cabinets.  Ballard tries to

                                                                                          disengage himself from the

                                                                                          table, can't maneuver around

                                                                                          the legs.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I’m stuck!  What are you doing?  Gimme a hand!

 

                                                               MOTHER

The strainer!  Where’s the strainer!

 

                                                               BALLARD

How the hell should I know?  Forget the strainer!  Get me loose!

 

                                                                                          Faith Ballard, their daughter,

                                                                                          comes through the back door. 

                                                                                          Faith is in her late 30s,

                                                                                          impeccably dressed, every hair

                                                                                          perfect and in place. 

                                                                                          She totes two Macy’s shopping

                                                                                          bags.

 

                                                               FAITH

Hello.

                           (notices her mother rooting through the cabinets)

He's early!

 

                                                               MOTHER

Yes!

 

                                                                                          Faith runs into the living area,

                                                                                          puts the bags on the couch,

                                                                                          then runs back in the kitchen,

                                                                                          grabs potholders, flings open

                                                                                          the stove, pulls out a steaming

                                                                                          pan of chicken breasts.

 

                                                               BALLARD

The hell with the chicken, I'm stuck!

 

                                                                                          She takes the chicken out to

                                                                                          the living area, sets it on the

                                                                                          table, then runs back in, grabs the

                                                                                          back of her dad's wheelchair and

                                                                                          pushes him into the living area to

                                                                                          his place at the table.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Hurry it up!  Let’s go!  Where’s the strainer?  Faith, what did you do with the strainer?

 

                                                               FAITH

I have had no contact with the strainer!  George cannot expect us to be out of the kitchen if he comes home every night at a different time!

 

                                                                                          Faith runs back into the

                                                                                          kitchen, grabs silverware,

                                                                                          glasses, plates.

 

                                                               MOTHER

It's the bus route.  Blame the bus driver.  If they could keep a schedule we wouldn't have to worry about it.

 

 

 

 

                                                                                          Faith runs out to the living area

                                                                                          carrying the silverware, etc.,

                                                                                          dumps it all on the table, then

                                                                                          rushes back in the kitchen

 

                                                               MOTHER

You're father will want a little wine.  Get some out of the pantry.

 

                                                                                          Faith flings open the fridge,

                                                                                          grabs milk, shuffles through the

                                                                                          pantry, snatches up a bottle of

                                                                                          wine, then hurries back into the

                                                                                          living area.

 

                                                               MOTHER

They're burned again.  I burned the vegetables again!

 

                                                               BALLARD

Well, shit.

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't say 'shit', Father.

 

                                                               BALLARD

What's the matter with 'shit’?

 

                                                               FAITH

It's an expletive, and it conjures an ugly picture.

 

                                                                                          George comes out of his

                                                                                          bedroom.  He is dressed in a

                                                                                          filthy T-shirt and piss stained

                                                                                          long johns.  He heads straight

                                                                                          for the kitchen.

 

                                                               FAITH

We're almost out!

 

                                                               BALLARD

He's coming!

 

                                                               MOTHER

I can't find the strainer!

 

                                                                                          George breezes into the kitchen,

                                                                                          goes straight for the stove.

                                                               MOTHER

Now, George...

 

                                                                                          George grabs the pot, flings it

                                                                                          against the wall.  He goes into

                                                                                          the cabinets, pulls out the

                                                                                          vegetable strainer, puts his

                                                                                          foot through it, flings it

                                                                                          against the wall.

 

                                                                                          Mother dodges into the living

                                                                                          area.

 

                                                                                          George goes into the pantry,

                                                                                          pulls out a dented can of

                                                                                          porridge.  He opens the can,

                                                                                          dumps the contents into a

                                                                                          pot, puts it on the stove, turns

                                                                                          on the fire, sits on the floor. 

                                                                                          He looks like a pit bull

                                                                                          guarding his food.

 

                                                                                          Out in the living area, the three

                                                                                          sit at the table, set up dinner. 

                                                                                          The only thing on the table is the

                                                                                          chicken, milk, wine, glasses,

                                                                                          silverware and plates.

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't we have any bread?

 

                                                               MOTHER

It's in the breadbox.  Do you want to get it?

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Be my guest.

 

                                                                                          Faith doesn’t budge.  Once their

                                                                                          plates are full, they hold

                                                                                          hands, bow their heads. 

 

 

 

                                                               MOTHER

We thank Thee, Father, for the blessings you have bestowed upon us this day.  We thank Thee for Thy bounty.  Bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies.  Guard and keep us safe within Thy Bosom always.

 

                                                                                          They conclude with a quiet

                                                                                          'amen,' start eating.

 

                                                               BALLARD

This chicken is tasty.

 

                                                               FAITH

It isn’t cooked.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Cooked enough.

 

                                                               FAITH

Colin used to say eating chicken that was undercooked would give one trichinosis.  He was wrong though.  One can only get trichinosis from pork products.

 

                                                               MOTHER

How was work today?

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (sour)

Work... 

 

                                                               MOTHER

Anything interesting?

 

                                                               FAITH

We got a new contract for a fishing magazine.  I start proofing on Tuesday.

 

                                                               MOTHER

That's sounds exciting.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes, a fishing magazine is the Everest of fascination.  Just thinking about it rushes goosebumps to my flesh, makes my heart all atwitter.

 

                                                               BALLARD

What'd she say?

 

                                                               MOTHER

She said it makes her heart all atwitter.

                                                               BALLARD

Oh.  I thought she said 'at winter.'  That didn't make any sense.

 

                                                               FAITH

Colin would think it was funny, my working on a fishing magazine.  He used to try and get me to go camping with him all the time, but I wouldn't.  Imagine me in the great outdoors.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Say Faith, what do you call the part on the man where the prostate gland is?

 

                                                               FAITH

The prostate gland.

 

                                                               BALLARD

No, the part where the skin is.  It's between the testicles and the bottom of the anus.  You know, where that little...

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm sure I wouldn't know.

 

                                                                                          In the kitchen, George takes

                                                                                          out a kettle and a ladle, starts

                                                                                          banging on it.  The others

                                                                                          react, try to ignore it, but can’t.

 

                                                               FAITH

We are drowning in a sea of vituperation.

 

                                                               BALLARD

A tube of raisins?

 

                                                               MOTHER

She said we're drowning in a sea of vituperation.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I need to get my hearing checked.  I'm losing the hearing in my right ear.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Speak plainly so your father can understand you, child.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Wax buildup, be my guess.

 

                                                                                          Mother looks off to the kitchen,

                                                                                          grows increasingly annoyed.

                                                               MOTHER

It would be a blessing to be deaf in this house.

 

                                                                                          Mother puts her fork down,

                                                                                          scoots her chair back.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Just let it go.  He'll quit when he's fed. 

 

                                                                                          Mother gets up, walks into the

                                                                                          kitchen.

 

                                                               MOTHER

George!

 

                                                                                          George stops, stares her

                                                                                          down.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I’m not afraid of you.

 

                                                                                          He throws the ladle at her,

                                                                                          misses her head by inches. 

                                                                                          She ducks back out, sits at the

                                                                                          table.  After a pause, she

                                                                                          continues as if nothing happened.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What was that you brought in?

 

                                                               FAITH

Shoes.  Shoes.  Shoes.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Looks like you cleaned out the store.

 

                                                               FAITH

They had a sale on at Macy's.  Pierre Cardin.  I liked them so much I bought all eight pairs.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You don't wear the shoes you already own.

 

                                                               FAITH

It was too good of a deal to pass up.  If I passed up those shoes I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

                                                               MOTHER

What you do with your money is your business. 

 

                                                               FAITH

I wrote a short story today at lunch.

 

                                                               MOTHER

That's nice.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes.  I wrote it in my diary.  Nothing happens to me much anymore, so my diary has become record of my daydreams.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What's it called?

 

                                                               FAITH

It's called The Plague.  It's about this woman in the fourteenth century who runs a clothing emporium during the black plague.  Nothing tacky, mind you, she sells clothes to royalty. 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Didn't royalty have tailors?

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (ignores this)

She's dressed in something that looks like a wheat linen suit by Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti.  Positively smashing.  Centuries ahead of its time.  Well, the Italians believed that the plague went from house to house by this little demon called the pest maiden, this little woman in the form of a blue flame that jumped out of the mouth of the dead and flew through the air to infect the next house.  The pest maiden was said to flutter a blue scarf through the window, so they knew she was coming.  Oh yes, everyone knew when the plague was about to strike.  So this brave woman, this shop owner, she deliberately waits at her open window with rapier drawn and ready, and when the pest maiden pops her hand through fluttering the scarf, off goes the wicked hand with a single blow.  She dies for the deed, poor girl, but the village is spared and she is buried with hero's honors in the local church.  Her epitaph reads, "Here lies Maria Aldreto.  She protected us and dressed us well."

 

                                                               BALLARD

Her husband shoulda killed the demon.  He must've been a real pansy, letting his wife kill the thing while he's sitting back eating grapes, or whatever it is Italians do.

 

                                                               FAITH

Why don't you just write it yourself, you and your amazing ideas.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Nobody can take constructive criticism around this place.

 

                                                                                          George takes his porridge off

                                                                                          the stove, slams it on a plate,

                                                                                          sits on the floor and licks it

                                                                                          off the plate like a dog.

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (carefully)

Faith, you're father and I are getting on in years.  It's not that I would ever want to make you or your brother feel unwelcome because I think of this house as the place where you grew up and I know you have a lot of wonderful memories here.  But I think it would be best if we started to think about moving on, possibly. 

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (bitter)

That's funny, Mother.  Where would I go?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Hawaii.  That's where I'd go.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I think it's something you should think about.  We should all think about.  You could come over anytime you want.  We'd keep fresh sheets on the bed in case you wanted to stay over.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm not the one causing stress around here.

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (pause)

Well.  We don't have to talk about it now.  Have you taken a look at my tomato plants lately?

 

                                                               FAITH

No.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You should see them.  They're as big as basketballs.

 

                                                               FAITH

A colossal exaggeration.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Not basketballs, let's say.  Grapefruit.  We'll take a look at them after dinner.

                                                               BALLARD

I thought we were taking a stroll after dinner.

 

                                                               MOTHER

We are. 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Fine with me.

                           (to Faith)

So you don't know what that part is called, is that what you're telling me, the part between the anus and the testicles?  Been so long since I've been down there...

 

                                                               FAITH

Father...

 

                                                               MOTHER

Your father is asking because Chester Black just had his prostate removed, and we were wondering why they went through his stomach instead of that area under the testicles.

 

                                                               FAITH

Ah.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You remember Jimmy Dean Bastrop?  He had his prostate removed and they had to give him a colostomy bag.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm eating.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Imagine having a colostomy bag.  I'd hate that.  Every time you'd take a shit it'd come out on your stomach.

 

                                                               FAITH

I said I'm eating!

 

                                                               BALLARD

Could be worse, though.  They could have had to saw his leg off.  Imagine not having a leg.  I should know.  Look at me.  Friend of ours one time went to the hospital and he had gangrene in his right leg, and it was real obvious which leg was the one that was supposed to be sawed off ‘cause it was pretty much rotten you know, but they sawed off the other one instead.

 

                                                               MOTHER

The wrong leg.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Yeah.  They left the leg on with the gangrene.  So of course that had to come off too.  Poor Stumpy.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I thought Stumpy was wounded in the war.

 

                                                               BALLARD

This was in the war.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Oh.

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (quietly)

He needs to go into an institution.

 

                                                               BALLARD

What'd she say?

 

                                                               MOTHER

She said‑‑

 

                                                               FAITH

Shhh!

                           (whispers)

George.  George needs to go into an institution.

 

                                                               BALLARD

And you don’t?  I’d love to go to an institution.  I could play cards all day. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

What makes you think you’re not in an institution now?

 

                                                                                          George finishes his porridge

                                                                                          tosses the plate on the floor. 

 

                                                               BALLARD

                           (touches his chest)

Oh...

 

                                                               MOTHER

What's the matter?

 

 

 

                                                               BALLARD

                           (labored)

Nothing.  It'll pass.

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (stands)

Do we need to‑‑

 

                                                               BALLARD

No!  Sit, Mother.  Sit down.  I'm fine.  Touch of indigestion.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Are you sure?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Course I'm sure.  What kind of a man doesn't know what's going on in his own body? 

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (sits)

Well.  As long as you're sure.

 

                                                                                          George goes out to the living

                                                                                          area, perches on the couch

                                                                                          like a giant bird.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Well look, Gene Krupa’s come to join us.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Honey, get me a pain killer, will you?  They’re on the coffee table.

 

                                                                                          Faith gets up, gets his

                                                                                          medication.

 

                                                               FAITH

I don't know why you don't just get the angioplasty.  It's a very simple procedure.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You’re not a doctor.  What do you know about it?

 

                                                                                          Ballard tries to ignore the

                                                                                          pain, takes a mouthful of

                                                                                          food.  He spits it up in his

                                                                                          napkin just as Faith hands him

                                                                                          the pill bottle.

 

                                                               FAITH

Well.  That is appetizing.

 

                                                                                          She sits back down.  Ballard

                                                                                          breaks open a capsule, dabs the

                                                                                          contents under his tongue.

 

                                                                                          George moves to the table, starts

                                                                                          to take the chicken off Mother’s

                                                                                          plate; she slaps his hand away.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Knock it off!

 

                                                                                          George points to Mother's plate,

                                                                                          whistles.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Do you want this?

                           (he nods)

Then say so.  I know you can talk.  I know you understand everything we say.  You go to work eight hours a day where you're around people eight hours a day.  You communicate with people eight hours a day.  If you want this chicken you’re going to have to ask for it.  You're going to have to talk to us.

 

                                                                                          He doesn't answer, just points

                                                                                          at the plate, whistles.  She

                                                                                          hands it to him and he rips at the

                                                                                          chicken like a wild animal.

 

                                                                                          Ballard drains his wine glass.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You really shouldn't...

 

                                                               BALLARD

It’s the uh, whatever.  It’s okay.  Wine’s okay.  It’s not a clotbuster.  Chemical.  It’s natural.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Well…

 

                                                               BALLARD

It’s uh, it’s uh…

 

 

                                                               FAITH

Herb.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Herb.

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (to Faith)

Buddy Phelps is retiring, did I tell you?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Pass me the wine.

 

                                                               FAITH

I would like to be excused.

 

                                                                                          Blackout.

 

 

 

SCENE TWO                                                                    Ballard and Mother in the

                                                                                          living area, going over travel

                                                                                          brochures.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You'd miss your Bears games.

 

                                                               BALLARD

This day and age you can watch anything you want wherever you are in the world.  And we aren't talking about moving there, just getting away for a couple weeks.  Haven’t you ever heard of the miracle of cable television?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Or a month if we're going to the Holy Land.

 

                                                               BALLARD

We're not going to the Holy Land.

 

                                                               MOTHER

But you hate oriental people.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Hawaiians aren't oriental.  They're Polynesian. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

What about your angina?

                                                               BALLARD

My heart's fine.  Stop worrying about my damn heart.  And hey, if we go, I'll get a chance to look up that acupuncturist Arny Drucker went to. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

If you want to go to an acupuncturist, you can go here.

 

                                                               BALLARD

The guy in Hawaii's supposed to be great.  The best!  Not like the Mickey Mouse...

 

                                                               MOTHER

Dr. Grizzard mentioned, those herbs you’re taking…

 

                                                               BALLARD

Better than blood thinners. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

They could worsen your condition.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Arny Drucker?  Huh?  We need a better example?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Arny had tumors in his colon.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Yeah, and they shrunk 'em like a shrunken head, the herbs did.

 

                                                               MOTHER

It's not the same thing.

 

                                                               BALLARD

So what do you think?  Hawaii is perfect, no question about it.  I'm thinking about it like this:  We can sit around if we want to, just sit around in the sun...

 

                                                               MOTHER

Which sounds terribly boring.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Or we can really live it up.  Eat what we want, drink what we want, within moderation of course.  We could hit the night spots.  Sure!  You and me, we could go to piano bars if we want, or go hear a jazz band.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Hitting night spots doesn't sound like anything we'd do.

 

                                                               BALLARD

When you go on a vacation you’re supposed to have fun and get away, create a memory.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Is that what the brochure says?

 

                                                               BALLARD

That's what I say, and it's true.  Brochure says the same thing, what's the difference? 

 

                                                               MOTHER

Oh, let’s go to the Holy Land.  We could take a cruise!  We could see Egypt and the pyramids as well.  Wouldn’t that be fun?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Yeah, fun.  Jews and Arabs setting off pipe bombs.  Sure, that’d be real great for my heart.  And what's so great about the pyramids?  Bunch of rocks stacked on top of each other. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

There’s a sense of adventure.

 

                                                               BALLARD

We go to Hawaii we can go see where Elvis shot that cliff diving thing.

 

                                                               MOTHER

That was Acapulco.  I’m half this equation too.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I tell you what, we’ll go to the Holy Land after Hawaii.  I’ll tell you what, we’ll go to the Holy Land from Hawaii.  Go to Hawaii then zip right on over.

 

                                                               MOTHER

That’s not practical.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Mother, when I was driving the trains I used to dream of the day I'd stop moving.  Now that day is here and what do we got?  Time not moving, time not experiencing something, doing something, is wasted time.  Every since the angina I've been looking back on our life, what we've been doing, and all I can see is work and blank years and wasted time.  I don't want to waste time anymore.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I know what you mean.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Man's got to live with the time he's got left.  I’m not even so sure we should visit Hawaii.  I think maybe we ought to just move there. 

                                                               MOTHER

Stop making fun of me.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I’m not making fun of you.  What do we got here?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Our lives.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You want George out of our lives, you want to cut Faith loose, give her a little freedom, we move to Hawaii, and we are, we are thousands of miles away.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I’m not leaving this house.

 

                                                               BALLARD

What’s so great about this house?  We’ll sell it.  We’ll sell it and we’ll buy something really nice, a little condo or something that looks out onto the ocean, where we can sit on the balcony and look out at the stars.

 

                                                               MOTHER

This is my house.  I built the front porch.  I put up the rain gutters.  I laid the linoleum in the kitchen.  I picked out the wallpaper.  I am not going to be driven out of my own house.

 

                                                               BALLARD

George is not leaving.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Well we’re not leaving either.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You gonna wait until he drags you across the driveway again, your arms get all cut up with the gravel?  Then, suddenly, then, then…

                           (beat)

I apologize.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Nobody saw that.

 

                                                               BALLARD

It was uncalled for, I know.  I’m not a mean spirited man.  Do I seem like a mean spirited man?  Could you have lived with me all these years if‑‑let’s say for a second we don’t leave.  Forget the kids.  That mean we’re gonna grow ancient and die in this frozen city?

 

 

                                                               MOTHER

It’s our home.

 

                                                               BALLARD

It’s not our home.  It’s a house we live in.  The home we have is you and me.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I’m willing to talk about going to Hawaii on vacation, but we are going to stay the course here.  If the pastor’s plan doesn’t work we’ll see what happens after that, but I’m not going to be pushed out.  I built this house.  This house is mine.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You didn’t build this house.  This house was here forty years before we moved in.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You worked all your life to pay off the mortgage and we are not going to be bullied out.  We’re not going anywhere.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You get to the land of the grass shack and you might change your mind. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

If I have to, I’ll be the one does the pushing.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Sure you will, mother, sure you will.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I will.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I got the perfect way to go too.  I was checking into it, and this place called Jupiter Travel runs a courier service between Chicago and Hawaii.  Round trip, a hundred and fifty bucks!

 

                                                               MOTHER

What's the catch? 

 

                                                               BALLARD

No catch.  You let them have your baggage allowance and they give you a carry-on parcel for the overhead.  Then you get a carry-on for yourself.

                           (she looks at him)

So you're gonna put the kibosh on it.

 

 

 

                                                               MOTHER

On a courier service?  Yes. 

 

                                                               BALLARD

You’re an old broad.  Maybe you should try and have a few laughs once in a while.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Cheapskate. 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Don’t call me a cheapskate.  I got a heart condition.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Yeah, play on my sympathy. 

 

                                                                                          George comes in with a box

                                                                                          full of rusty canned goods

                                                                                          with faded labels.  He plops

                                                                                          down on the floor.  Ballard,

                                                                                          without comment, wheels

                                                                                          himself into the bathroom. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

Don't do that in here.

 

                                                                                          George ignores her, takes out

                                                                                          a can of at a time and dents it

                                                                                          with a hatchet, then puts the

                                                                                          can back in the box.  He

                                                                                          whacks a can and soup

                                                                                          sprays everywhere.  He

                                                                                          grunts angrily.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You're gonna clean that up.

 

                                                                                          He ignores her, continues

                                                                                          whacking cans.  She reaches

                                                                                          over and takes out one of the

                                                                                          cans, looks at the label.

 

                                                               MOTHER

This expired two years ago.  It's rotten by now.

                           (puts it back in the box)

If you're going to kill yourself, botchulism is not the way to do it.

 

                                                                                          He continues whacking the

                                                                                          cans.

 

                                                               MOTHER

George, I think it's about time you found yourself a nice little apartment.  I saw in the paper yesterday they're opening a new high rise by Navy Pier.  You could have girls over.

 

                                                                                          He stops, looks at her, then

                                                                                          continues whacking the cans.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You can't stay here much longer, George.  I'm afraid your father is going to have a heart attack you put so much stress on him, and I can't have that, so I'm afraid you're just going to have to go.

                           (pause)

I know what you're trying to do.  Do you want me to call the police?  I will bring the police in.

 

                                                                                          George gets up, crosses to the

                                                                                          phone, hits 911.  He holds out the

                                                                                          receiver.  Mother doesn't move.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Do you want to be a senior taking care of seniors?

 

                                                                                          George drops the phone on the

                                                                                          floor, picks up the case of cans

                                                                                          and the hatchet and walks into

                                                                                          the kitchen. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (calling after him)

I'm not cleaning that up!

 

                                                                                          George stacks his cans in the

                                                                                          pantry.  Mother goes to the

                                                                                          telephone, hangs it up, then

                                                                                          comes into the kitchen, grabs a

                                                                                          roll of paper towels. 

 

                                                                                          Faith comes through the front

                                                                                          door carrying five new dresses.

 

                                                               FAITH

Mother!

 

                                                                                          Mother comes back out,

                                                                                          starts to dab up the soup.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Where have you been?

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (shows her the dresses)

Neiman Marcus.  They got in their Lanerie Agnona collection today.  Look at these patterns.  Exquisite.  They were inspired by Sita, the Goddess of Creation.  Chic, yet subtle.  Casual, yet dressy.  You should have seen the store.  It was replete with the elite.  Positively popping.  Colin used to hate going shopping with me.  I used to leave him at the cineplex where he would go catch the newest violent gun opus Hollywood seems to think is so precious these days.  He likes those movies.  Who knows why? 

                           (notices the mess)

You spill something?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Your brother was botchulating his food.

 

                                                               FAITH

I have to fix my hair. 

 

                                                                                          She goes to the bathroom,

                                                                                          tries the door.  We hear

                                                                                          Ballard on the other side

                                                                                          shout "Be out in a jiffy." 

                                                                                          Faith walks over to the

                                                                                          mirror, pulls a large can of

                                                                                          hairspray and a comb out of

                                                                                          her purse, the can and the comb

                                                                                          start flying.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Don't do that in here.

 

                                                               FAITH

Father is in the loo.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Then wait till he gets out.

 

                                                               FAITH

This'll just take a minute.

 

 

                                                                                          George walks through the living

                                                                                          room and into his bedroom,

                                                                                          slams the door behind him.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I don't know why use that junk.  It's got to be bad for your hair.

 

                                                               FAITH

Does my hair look damaged?

 

                                                               MOTHER

No.

 

                                                               FAITH

That's right.  It's not hairspray that's bad for your hair, it's cheap hairspray.  And at thirty dollars a can this is hardly what you would call cheap.  Colin used to say, "Why spend thirty dollars on a can of hairspray?  You're going to go outside and the wind's going to blow your hair around anyway."  He never understood.  If you are going to use hairspray, never use the cheap stuff.  I don't want to look like I'm wearing a helmet.

 

                                                               MOTHER

It smells cheap.

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (puts the hairspray down)

How do I look?

 

                                                               MOTHER

You look like you always do.

 

                                                               FAITH

Mother, I have to tell you something.  It's very important.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Are you moving out?

 

                                                               FAITH

No.

 

                                                               MOTHER

My children won't leave the nest.  They refuse to leave the nest.

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't you want me here?

 

 

                                                               MOTHER

You know I love you, Faith.  You're like a best friend to me.  But...

 

                                                               FAITH

But what?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Wouldn't it be better if you lived closer to work?  You have to get up at four o'clock in the morning just to get to work by eight.  It takes you two hours by train.

 

                                                               FAITH

That takes money.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You've got money.  You don't pay rent or bills, you don't spend money on food. 

 

                                                               FAITH

I shop though.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Stop shopping then.  You've got dresses in your closet with the price tags still on them.  My goodness.

 

                                                               FAITH

That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, Mother.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What?

 

                                                                                          Faith pulls her mother to the

                                                                                          couch.

 

                                                               FAITH

I got my credit card bill in the mail yesterday.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I didn't see any credit card bill.

 

                                                               FAITH

They send it to me at work.  Mother, I'm twenty five thousand dollars in debt.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith!

 

                                                               FAITH

I don't know how it happened.

                                                               MOTHER

                           (angry)

You don’t know‑‑It's called living beyond your means!

 

                                                               FAITH

You don't have to get apoplectic.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Wasn't there something that went off in your head, some kind of light bulb or something?  I can't believe you spent all that money and there wasn't something up there that was telling you to stop!

 

                                                               FAITH

There was.  I just didn't.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Don't look to me for help.  I can't help you.

 

                                                               FAITH

Okay.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What did I do?  What did I do?  I wish God would show me what I did to raise such children.

 

                                                               FAITH

I think you did a good job. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

I did a terrible job.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm not a bad person.  You raised me as a good person.  Even Colin said so.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You're retarded.

 

                                                               FAITH

Mother!

 

                                                               MOTHER

You've got, I don't know, what do you call it...  Stunted...  You don't have a, you don't have a grip on reality!  It's my fault for letting you live here, for not encouraging, for not making you to go out into the world! 

 

 

                                                               FAITH

I go out into the world five days a week.

 

                                                               MOTHER

That's work, I'm not talking about work, I'm talking about your life.  You've had one relationship with a man, and you talk about him like he's still a part of your every day.

 

                                                               FAITH

He is, kind of.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You see?  You see what I'm talking about?  It's time for you to move on, not just out of here, but move on with your life.  You're a very attractive woman.  There's tons of men out there who would love to snap you up.  I know you like men.  I know you're not a lesbian.

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't be repulsive, Mother.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Well why don't you go find one?  Why don't you go find one and get out of the house?

 

                                                               FAITH

It's not that easy, Mother.  I've been looking.  Nobody ever asks me out!

 

                                                               MOTHER

Maybe that's because you're thirty-eight years old and you live with your mother and father and you've always lived with us.  Did it ever occur to you that maybe that's the reason why Colin broke it off with you?

 

                                                               FAITH

He broke it off with me because his father died.  He said so.  "I can't love anybody.  I haven't been able to love anybody since my father died three years ago."  He said that.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Which sounds like a convenient way of giving you the brush off. 

 

                                                               FAITH

And I haven't always lived with you.

 

                                                               MOTHER

When did you not live with us?

 

                                                               FAITH

I lived with Paula Drumgoole after I graduated college.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Oh yes, the infamous Paula Drumgoole.

 

                                                               FAITH

It isn’t my fault it didn't work out.  She wore my clothes without asking.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith, you lived with that girl for two weeks!  That's not living out of the house!  And that was sixteen years ago!

 

                                                               FAITH

So I'm a freak, is that what you're saying?  I belong in a sideshow?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Maybe that's what I am saying.  Maybe I've raised a couple of retarded circus freaks.  The aging cover girl who spends all her money on clothes and can't get a man and the dog boy who throws my vegetables against the wall.

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't lump me in with him.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Why not?  You're as crazy as he is, just in a different way.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm not crazy.  I'm lonely.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I know you are, honey, and I'm sorry, but living here is not going to change that.  The point is, we need peace and quiet.  Your father needs time to heal.

 

                                                               FAITH

I am not tension's escort.  Father likes having me here.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You make me tense.  By in turn, I make your father tense.  And forget about George! 

 

                                                               FAITH

I don’t make you tense.

 

                                                               MOTHER

We don't need to get into that, darling.  It wouldn't do either of us any good.

 

                                                               FAITH

I know.  I'm sorry.  I'm a terrible person.  I just wish there was something I could do.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You're like a drug addict.

 

                                                               FAITH

I know.  I am like a drug addict.  Like that awful Gina Easton.

 

                                                               MOTHER

House rule number one?

 

                                                               FAITH

I know, yap shut on GE.  Now I'm going to be paying over four hundred dollars a month just in interest.  That doesn't knock any of the principal off.  It's going to take me thirty years to pay off this debt. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (pause)

Listen, I'll tell you what.  I think I can help you.  You've got yourself in a terrible jam with this credit card business, but I think I can help you out.

 

                                                               FAITH

You can?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Yes.  I'll lend you the twenty five thousand dollars.

 

                                                               FAITH

You will?  Oh, thank you, Mother.  Thank you.  I'll pay you a thousand dollars a month.  I wouldn't want to burden you by having the loan go on longer than two years.  I'll be in the poor house for the duration, but I guess I'll manage.  Somehow. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

On the condition you move out.

 

                                                               FAITH

Well.  I don't need the loan, Mother.  It would be better for me anyway to live here while I pay it off.  Then I don't have to pay rent.  Forget I brought it up.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I insist on it. 

 

                                                               FAITH

No, really, it's okay.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith, I can't give you a choice in this matter.  Do you understand that?  You've got to move out.

                                                               FAITH

                           (pause)

All right.  If that's what you want.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I think it's best for you, honey.  I want you to be happy.  And it's as plain as the nose on your face you're not.

 

                                                               FAITH

Colin used to say that.

                           (beat)

I know.  Shut up about Colin.  He's gone.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I didn't say that.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'll pick up a copy of the Trib and see what's listed.

 

                                                               MOTHER

They’ve just opened a new high rise on Navy Pier.  We will take a look at it this afternoon.

 

                                                               FAITH

All right, Mother, if you insist.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Good.  And you are not to tell your father about the loan.  You know how he is about money.

 

                                                               FAITH

I wouldn't tell him.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Good.

 

                                                               FAITH

These apartments are nice?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I'm sure they are.

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (sullen)

I need one with a lot of closet space.

 

                                                               MOTHER

It's time, child.

 

                                                               FAITH

It's not that, Mother.  I...

 

                                                                                          Faith leads Mother into the

                                                                                          kitchen.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What is it?

 

                                                               FAITH

If I move out this house will go down the mudslide of entropy. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

I don't know what that means, dear heart.

 

                                                               FAITH

Steady degradation of this house under George's hand.  And then what will happen when he's in control? 

 

                                                               MOTHER

Just say it.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm afraid George is going to hurt you and Father.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Your being here wouldn't stop him.

 

                                                               FAITH

I think it would.  I think it does.

 

                                                               MOTHER

It is incomprehensible to me why you would say that.

 

                                                                                          Faith looks off into the living

                                                                                          area to make sure they have

                                                                                          privacy.

 

                                                               FAITH

Are you calm?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Yes.

                                                               FAITH

Because I don't want to talk about this if you're not calm.  I've been wanting to talk to you about this for a long time, but if it's not a good time right now...

 

                                                               MOTHER

I'm calm.  You're the one that's not calm.

 

                                                               FAITH

George belongs in a mental institution.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You said that the other night.

 

                                                               FAITH

He'd be happier there. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

With no one to torture?

 

                                                               FAITH

He'd have people to take care of him, cater to his every need.  He hasn’t spoken to us in twenty years. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

Eighteen years.  He was twenty-three at the time.  And ‘speaking.’  That’s a relative term.

 

                                                               FAITH

You’ll be safe.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I appreciate your concern, but‑‑

 

                                                               FAITH

We could get a doctor to make a psychiatric evaluation and‑‑

 

                                                               MOTHER

What if he’s judged sane?  He has the capacity to get along with others.  He does every day at his job!  What then?  They'd release him and then he'd come back with a vengeance!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                          George comes out of his

                                                                                          bedroom carrying the axe. 

                                                                                          He stops and listens to their

                                                                                          conversation.

 

                                                               FAITH

No, no, that's not right.  I talked to Colin about it. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

I’m not interested in what Colin has to say.

 

                                                               FAITH

He said we could get a doctor to look at him, someone from the psychiatric hospital, we could draw up papers.  All you need is a doctor's signature and a co-signer from the family.  You could sign the papers, he could be committed indefinitely.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I refuse to do that. 

 

                                                               FAITH

What about Father's heart?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I refuse to do it.

 

                                                               FAITH

He’s trying to kill him.

 

                                                               MOTHER

We are fixing the problem.

 

                                                               FAITH

Certainly the statute of limitations—

 

                                                               MOTHER

NO!

 

                                                               FAITH

He's going to take that axe he uses to dent his food cans and bury it in your face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                               MOTHER

He is my son.  God gave him to me the way he is for a reason, like He gave me you.  It is our cross to bear.

 

                                                               FAITH

I am not a cross you have to bear.  I’m the only thing standing between you and destruction.

 

                                                               MOTHER

The Lord works in mysterious ways and we must leave it to Him to protect us.

 

                                                               FAITH

It doesn't have anything to do with the Lord.  It's not some kind of punishment.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

 

                                                               FAITH

Well, if you're not going to, I'll do it myself.  I'll get the doctor in here to take a look at him.  You're all I've got, mother.  If he hurt you, I don't know what I'd do.

 

                                                               MOTHER

There will be no more talk of committing George to any institution.

 

                                                               FAITH

Mother!

 

                                                               MOTHER

If you go against my wishes you I will never speak to you again.  You will be dead to me.  Is that clear?

 

                                                               FAITH

You would take him over me?

 

                                                               MOTHER

If it means committing him, yes.  Now do I make myself clear?

 

                                                                                          Ballard wheels out of the

                                                                                          bathroom, sees George

                                                                                          standing there with the axe. 

                                                                                          He freezes.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes, Mother, perfectly clear, but I think you’re being incredibly foolish.  This wheel of fate you’re spinning is rigged with sarin gas! 

 

                                                                                          Faith goes into the living area,

                                                                                          walks past George and Ballard

                                                                                          without looking up, then down

                                                                                          the hallway and into her

                                                                                          bedroom.  The door slams!

                                                                                          behind her.

 

                                                                                          George turns around and buries

                                                                                          the hatchet in the wall, walks into

                                                                                          the kitchen and out through the

                                                                                          back door.  Mother goes to

                                                                                          Ballard in the living area.

 

                                                               BALLARD

He heard you.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What do you want me to do about it?

 

                                                               BALLARD

We take the money out of the bank and don’t leave a forwarding address.

 

                                                               MOTHER

No.

 

                                                               BALLARD

George won’t say anything.  Faith won’t.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I won’t be thrown out of my own house.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Then come up with a solution!

 

                                                                                          She looks up and notices the

                                                                                          hatchet, pulls it out of the wall. 

                                                                                          A loud thump! comes from the

                                                                                          back door.  They look to the

                                                                                          sound.  Thump!  Thump! 

                                                                                         

 

                                                               MOTHER

My tomatoes!

 

 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Mother…

 

                                                               MOTHER

He’s destroying my garden…

 

                                                                                          She starts for the kitchen, stops. 

                                                                                          She puts the hatchet on the table,

                                                                                          then steps to the front door.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Where you going?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I’m going to talk to the pastor.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Don’t even think about mentioning Gina.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I want him to pray for us.

 

                                                                                          She leaves. 

 

                                                                                          Ballard wheels himself over to

                                                                                          the table, picks up the hatchet. 

                                                                                          He gets out of his wheelchair and

                                                                                          plops down on the couch.  He

                                                                                          shoves the hatchet deep in the

                                                                                          couch, then flips on the TV. 

                                                                                          Tomatoes slam! the back door.

 

                                                                                          Blackout.

 

 

 

SCENE THREE                                     Later that evening. 

 

                                                                                          Ballard watches TV on the sofa. 

                                                                                          Faith is at the table, writing in

                                                                                          her diary.  She is dressed in her

                                                                                          nightgown.  Ballard is groggy

                                                                                          from medication.

 

                                                               FAITH

Father, how do you spell ‘granulocytopoiesis’?

                                                               BALLARD

Bears lost again.

 

                                                               FAITH

You shouldn't be so emotionally attached to a sports franchise.  It's unhealthy.

 

                                                               BALLARD

What did I do with the remote? 

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (points to the comfy chair)

It's on the‑‑I'll get it.

 

                                                               BALLARD

No, don't get up.

 

                                                                                          Ballard stands, reaches for the

                                                                                          remote.  He looks a little

                                                                                          unsteady, like he's about to fall

                                                                                          over. 

 

                                                               FAITH

What's the matter?

 

                                                               BALLARD

The vasodilators the doctor gave me make me dizzy.

 

                                                               FAITH

Then you need to go back to the doctor and get different medication.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I'll go back when my prescription runs out.

 

                                                                                          He grabs the remote and sits back

                                                                                          down, flips through the channels. 

 

                                                               FAITH

Sunday night TV is a desolate wasteland.  Nothing but sports recap.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You ever heard of anybody named Merlow?

 

                                                               FAITH

Is he a designer?

 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Is he a liner?

 

                                                               FAITH

I said is he a designer.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Oh.  How should I know?  Damn body.  You get to be a certain age and everything starts falling apart, falling apart and you can't stop it.  Next it'll be my liver, you watch.  Or my pancreas.

 

                                                               FAITH

So who is this Merlow?  One of your Chicago Bears?

 

                                                               BALLARD

I was out here on the couch last night sleeping when I was visited by this ghost in what I believe was soldier's gear telling me his name was Merlow and he wanted to possess my body so I could tell the world about happened to him.  He even showed me where he was buried.  It was a forest, in Korea I think.  For a moment there I almost said yes, but there was something, some wee small voice inside me that was going, 'no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o, don't you dare!  It’s possession.'  Merlow kept assuring me he didn't want to possess me, just find out who his killer was, use my body to do it.  I didn't see how his controlling my body was not possession, so I didn't invite him in. 

 

                                                                                          Faith closes her diary, locks it,

                                                                                          then sits on the couch next to

                                                                                          Ballard.

 

                                                               FAITH

It's a good thing you didn't.  I read this book once about ouiji boards, there was this lady who let a spirit take control of her body, and the spirit beat her and raped her and shred her flesh, and she told the spirit she was going to commit suicide and the spirit said, "Good, I'll be waiting for you over here." 

 

                                                               BALLARD

It was funny though because this Merlow was persistent, and tempting in a way, almost like a devil, like he had something to offer that was too good to say no to.  Pretty damned weird.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes.

                           (beat)

Don't swear, Father, please?  It's vulgar.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I’ve been dreaming a lot lately.  Been seeing a lot of Korea in my dreams.

                                                               FAITH

                           (motions to the TV)

What team are they playing?  Your Bears?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Minnesota Vikings.

 

                                                               FAITH

Their uniforms are unharmonious.  You know what you should do?  You should write their front office and tell them to match the colors of their helmets and shirts.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Yeah, I’ll get right on that.

 

                                                               FAITH

You should!  Their shirts are a deep purple and their helmets have that awful washed out tone.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I can’t tell.

 

                                                               FAITH

Are you tired?  You look a little tired.

 

                                                               BALLARD

The pain killer's kicking in.  You all packed up?

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm getting there.  The movers are going to do a lot of it.

 

                                                               BALLARD

When do they come?

 

                                                               FAITH

Tuesday morning, eight a.m. 

                           (sighs)

Day after tomorrow.

 

                                                               BALLARD

You really don't have to move if you don't want to.

 

                                                               FAITH

Have I told you about my apartment?  It's small, only three bedrooms, but it's real cute.  Twenty-seventh floor view of Lake Michigan.

 

 

                                                               BALLARD

Why do you need three bedrooms?

 

                                                               FAITH

I like my space.

 

                                                                                          Their eyes go back to the TV. 

                                                                                          After a moment, she turns to him.

 

                                                               FAITH

May I ask a question?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Sure.

 

                                                               FAITH

Are you afraid of George?

 

                                                               BALLARD

                           (looking around)

No.  I’m not afraid of anybody.

 

                                                               FAITH

Do you think he belongs in an institution?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Well, of course he does.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm going to propose something to you but I don't want you to get mad at me.  Mother said if I brought a doctor over to look at George she would never speak to me again.  But we could have him committed.  You understand what that means?  He'd be in an institution probably for the rest of his life.

 

                                                               BALLARD

We’re not going to do that.

 

                                                               FAITH

Why not?

 

                                                               BALLARD

You know very well why not.

 

 

 

 

                                                               FAITH

You could get her out of the house and I’ll set up an appointment with somebody from Illinois Psychiatric to come in and take a look at him.  I was thinking around dinner time when George is in all his splendor and glory.  Once they see him, they'll have to take him.  All you have to do is get a doctor to sign the papers and someone else to co-sign.

 

                                                               BALLARD

It couldn’t be that easy.

 

                                                               FAITH

Colin said it was.

 

                                                               BALLARD

That’s an idea you just need to get out of your head.

 

                                                               FAITH

You both are so stubborn.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I mean Colin.  You need to get Colin out of your head.  Fat chance of that though.

 

                                                               FAITH

I think he knows a little bit more about it than you.

 

                                                                                          George opens his door, walks

                                                                                          sleepily into the bathroom.  They

                                                                                          stop speaking until they hear the

                                                                                          door close.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I've tried to be a good father to both you kids.  What the hell makes him so angry?  I saved that little junkie’s life. 

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (tries to quiet him)

Why don't you see what else is on?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Son of a bitch was born with something wrong in his head.

 

                                                                                          Ballard flips around on the

                                                                                          remote.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I don't know how we ever lived all these years without the weather channel.

 

                                                                                          Faith and Ballard stare at the

                                                                                          TV.  She gets up.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm going to bed.  Do you need help getting into bed?

 

                                                                                          But he’s asleep.  She shuts off

                                                                                          the TV, gets up quietly, and

                                                                                          moves down the hall to her

                                                                                          bedroom. 

 

                                                                                          Pause.  George comes out of

                                                                                          the bathroom.  He glances at

                                                                                          his father, then creeps quietly

                                                                                          over to him.  He perches on the

                                                                                          couch, leans down and

                                                                                          whispers into Ballard’s ear.

                                                                                          The old man shivers.

 

                                                                                          Faith comes back in for her diary,

                                                                                          stops when she sees George.

 

                                                                                          George turns around.  Faith takes

                                                                                          a cautious step towards the table,

                                                                                          picks up her diary.  George steps

                                                                                          toward her.

 

                                                               FAITH

Mother!  Mother!

 

                                                                                          George stops, glides into his

                                                                                          bedroom.  Mother bolts out from

                                                                                          the hallway dressed in her

                                                                                          nightgown.

 

                                                               MOTHER

What!

 

                                                               FAITH

George was whispering in Father’s ear!

 

                                                                                          She goes to George’s door,

                                                                                          bangs on it.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Get out here right now!  George?  I am fed up with this foolishness!

                                                                                          Nothing.

 

                                                                                          She goes to Ballard, tries to

                                                                                          shake him awake.  He’s in a

                                                                                          medicated stupor.  She pulls

                                                                                          him off the couch.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Help me get him into the bedroom.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes, Mother.

 

                                                                                          Faith helps Mother put Ballard in

                                                                                          the wheelchair.

 

                                                                                          Lights slowly fade.

 

 

 

SCENE FOUR                                                                  Ballard and Faith are in the living

                                                                                          area having morning coffee. 

                                                                                          Mother is in the kitchen,

                                                                                          getting herself a cup.  Faith is

                                                                                          dressed in yet another

                                                                                          designer suit.  She applies

                                                                                          copious amounts of hairspray.

 

                                                               FAITH

What time’s your appointment?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Four, but you know how doctors are.  That bastard'll make us cool our heels in the waiting room for at least an hour.  Like I don't have anything better to do with my time.  Bastards!

 

                                                               FAITH

So you won’t be back until six-thirty then?  Or later?

 

                                                               BALLARD

Why do you ask?

 

                                                               FAITH

I thought you and mother and I could partake in some delicious comestibles to celebrate the advent of my new life.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Are you saying you want to go out to dinner?

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Why don’t you just say that then?

 

                                                               FAITH

I did.

 

                                                               BALLARD

We’ll have to make it another night.  I don’t know what time we’re going to be back.

 

                                                               FAITH

It’s like you said, it’s probably just wax buildup.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Shoulda done this months ago.  They got a machine that can suck all the wax right out.  Course that'll probably take ten hours.  You could go to the emergency room with your goddamn head in a basket and they'd make you take a seat.  Bastards!

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (tries to calm him)

It’s okay…

 

                                                               BALLARD

You're not talking to a five year old here, all right?  A little less of that tone in your voice.

 

                                                               FAITH

Shhhh…

 

                                                               BALLARD

Don't shush me.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes, Father.  I won’t shush you, Father.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Oh, give it a rest.  You make me sick with your yes father and no father and please stop swearing, it’s vulgar father.  What the hell’s wrong with you?

 

                                                                                          Mother comes in, crosses to

                                                                                          the couch.

 

                                                               FAITH

Father's humors have tipped the foul scale this morning.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You should be happy.  You're getting your cast off.

 

                                                               BALLARD

                           (re:  the hairspray)

What are you doing?  You're poisoning me over here.

 

                                                               FAITH

I have to look nice for the movers.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Why do you put that stuff all over your head?

 

                                                               MOTHER

It was nice Tandem gave you off today.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes, the fishing magazine will just have to wait.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Do that in the bathroom.

 

                                                               FAITH

Do you mind if I spend my last moments in the house I grew up in with my parents, the only people I ever truly loved?

 

                                                               BALLARD

You're not spending it with your parents, you're spending it with the mirror.  Where the hell are the movers?  They were supposed to be here at eight.

 

                                                               FAITH

It's not eight yet.

 

                                                               BALLARD

My day, man made an appointment, he kept it.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes, I'm sure everything was better in your day.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You don't have to be snippy.

 

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm not being snippy.  He's the one being snippy!

                           (finishes)

There.  How do I look?

 

                                                               BALLARD

The movers will not be able to work.  They'll be too busy swooning.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Be nice to Faith.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Damn house is going to smell like hairspray till next Easter. 

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm leaving today.  For good.  You could at least show some filial piety.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Filial piety?  I don't even know what the hell that is.  Why don't you stop talking like a goddamn dictionary?

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't swear, Father‑‑

 

                                                               BALLARD

I'll swear if I want to!  It's my goddamn house!

 

                                                               MOTHER

You’re taking your first steps on your healed leg today.  Don’t be grumpy.

 

                                                               BALLARD

And how am I supposed to manage that?  Son of a bitch whispering in my ear.

 

                                                               FAITH

What do you plan on doing about it?  Anything?

 

                                                               MOTHER

We’re fixing the problem.

 

                                                               FAITH

You are not fixing the problem at all.  Are you going to have to lock yourself in your room every night when he gets home?  Is that how you’re going to fix the problem?

 

                                                               MOTHER

This doesn’t concern you anymore.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes it does.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I hate this goddamn wheelchair.

 

                                                               FAITH

It does concern me.  You’re my parents.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You don’t have to use the wheelchair.  You can use the crutches.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Woman, if I wanted to use my crutches, don't you think I would?  They chafe me.  How many times do I have to say that?

                           (starts to wheel himself to the front door)

I'm going to go out on the porch and wait.

 

                                                               MOTHER

It's too cold.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Somebody get the door for me.  Faith?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I said it's too cold.

 

                                                               BALLARD

It ain't the Chosan Reservoir, all right?  I think I can stand a little weather.

 

                                                                                          Faith opens the door.  Mother

                                                                                          gets up, pushes Ballard out

                                                                                          onto the porch. 

 

                                                                                          Faith goes into the kitchen. 

                                                                                          She starts to pour herself a

                                                                                          cup of coffee, but her shaky

                                                                                          hand can't hold the cup.  She

                                                                                          puts her hand to her mouth,

                                                                                          sobs quietly.

 

                                                                                           Mother comes back inside,

                                                                                          shuts the door.  She looks

                                                                                          around for Faith, then heads

                                                                                          into the kitchen.  She glances

                                                                                          up at the clock.  7:59.

                                                               MOTHER

                           (gently)

Faith.  It's almost eight.

 

                                                                                          Faith pours herself a cup of

                                                                                          coffee and Mother heads back

                                                                                          into the living area.  George

                                                                                          busts out of his bedroom,

                                                                                          dressed in business casual,

                                                                                          ready for the work day.  He

                                                                                          stalks to the kitchen.

 

                                                                                          Faith comes out as he goes in. 

                                                                                          She sits at the dining room

                                                                                          table, sobs uncontrollably. 

                                                                                          George reaches into the

                                                                                          cupboard, swipes away cups

                                                                                          until he comes across his

                                                                                          plastic traveling mug.  He

                                                                                          takes out a pan, puts water in

                                                                                          it, puts it on the stove, then

                                                                                          goes for a jar of instant

                                                                                          coffee.  It's empty.  He goes

                                                                                          into the coffee maker, pulls

                                                                                          out the used grounds, throws

                                                                                          them in the water.  He waits.

 

                                                               FAITH

Colin always said I should move out.  I should have done it years ago.

 

                                                               MOTHER

I should have forced the issue.  You’re a productive member of society.

 

                                                               FAITH

Poor Faith just didn't understand that Colin didn't want her, that she was something he had that he just didn't want anymore.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You're still young.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm going to be forty in two years.

 

                                                               MOTHER

That's not old these days.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes it is.  The life expectancy in Sierra Leone is thirty seven.  If I lived there I'd be an old lady.

 

                                                               MOTHER

But you're not in Sierra Leone.  You're in Chicago.  And there's a lot of single men in Chicago. 

 

                                                               FAITH

Not for me there's not.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith...

 

                                                               FAITH

You were right Mother when you said I was a freak. 

 

                                                               MOTHER

I was angry.

 

                                                               FAITH

I am a freak.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You'll meet somebody.  You'll get married.  You'll be happy.

 

                                                               FAITH

No I won't.  Things like that happen in other people's lives.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You can't expect things to just happen.  You've got to make changes yourself.

 

                                                               FAITH

I know.

 

                                                               MOTHER

If you sat around here for the next twenty years, you think you'd be happy?

 

                                                               FAITH

I'd be with you and Father.

 

                                                               MOTHER

But you're miserable.

 

 

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes.  But it's what I know.  Now I'm going to be miserable and I'm not even going to be with you.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You don't have to be.

 

                                                               FAITH

I'm sorry if I've been a burden.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You haven't been a burden.  Your father and I always liked having you here.

 

                                                               FAITH

Then why do I have to go?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith...

 

                                                               FAITH

Why do I have to go, Mother?

 

                                                               MOTHER

We've been all over that.

 

                                                               FAITH

George won't move out just because I do.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Maybe he'll see how successful you are and realize his place isn't here with us.

 

                                                               FAITH

The Wishful Thinking Fairy has sprinkled magic dust in your coffee.

 

                                                               MOTHER

The pastor is confident this’ll work.  We have to start somewhere.

 

                                                               FAITH

Do you know what you're going to do with your new found freedom, now that you don't have your daughter swinging from your neck like the proverbial albatross?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Be fair.

 

                                                               FAITH

Just asking.  There must be something you want to do.

                                                               MOTHER

What would I do?  I think we're going to take a cruise.

 

                                                               FAITH

A cruise?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Yes.  I've always wanted to go to the Holy Land.  Walk where Jesus walked.  And now that your father is getting out of the cast…

 

                                                               FAITH

You think Jesus would kick His only daughter out of the house?

 

                                                               MOTHER

Would Jesus’ only daughter run up her credit cards on New York's latest fashions?

 

                                                               FAITH

Mother, if it's just the debt, we can forget about that.  I can pay it.  I can sell my clothes, I can liquefy my assets.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You don’t have any assets to liquefy. 

 

                                                               FAITH

I could go on the cruise with you.  We'd have a blast, just the three of us.  You'd need somebody to help take care of him, get him his pills, help him walk if his leg started hurting.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith, you're going to be way too busy with your new life.  You don't want to be around old people.

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (bursts into tears)

You're not old, Mother.  I'm old.

 

                                                                                          George takes the pot off the

                                                                                          stove, pours the coffee with

                                                                                           the grounds and the filter into

                                                                                          his coffee cup.  He drinks it,

                                                                                          breezes into the living room. 

                                                                                          Mother stands.  George stops

                                                                                          when he sees Faith crying.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Your sister is moving out today.  Don't you think you should say goodbye to her?

                                                                                          George walks past them and

                                                                                          out the front door, leaves it

                                                                                          standing open.

 

                                                               FAITH

My makeup is running.  I must look hideous.

 

                                                               MOTHER

You look fine.

 

                                                                                          Ballard wheels himself in.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Movers are here.  Just pulled up.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith...

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes?

 

                                                               MOTHER

I'm going to need your key.

 

                                                                                          Faith moves over to Mother, gets

                                                                                          on her knees.

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't make me go, Mother!  I swear I won't put anything else on credit!  I swear I'll stop shopping!  I'll find a man!  If you don't want me to speak to you I won't!  You'll never even know I'm here!

 

                                                               BALLARD

What's this about credit?

 

                                                               FAITH

I've torn up all my credit cards! 

 

                                                               MOTHER

                           (to Ballard)

It's nothing.

                           (to Faith)

Get up...

 

 

 

                                                               FAITH

Don't make me go!  I won't do anything to displease you!  I won't.  Just please don't make me go!

 

                                                               BALLARD

She doesn't have to go if she doesn't want to.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Yes she does!

 

                                                               BALLARD

Come on, Mother, look at her.

 

                                                               MOTHER

She's going!  The movers are here!  She's moving today!

 

                                                               FAITH

I can break the lease.

 

                                                               MOTHER

Faith, you're moving out!

                           (she disengages her daughter, stands)

And it's not your lease to break.  We paid the security deposit. 

 

                                                                                          Mother steps out the front door.

 

                                                               FAITH

I don't know what I did...

 

                                                               BALLARD

You didn't do anything.

 

                                                               FAITH

No.  I did something.  I don't know what I did.  I don't want to move, Daddy.

 

                                                               BALLARD

I know.

 

                                                               FAITH

He’s going to hurt you!

 

                                                               BALLARD

We'll be all right.

 

                                                               FAITH

I can’t let him do that.  I won’t…

                                                               BALLARD

Your mother and I are going to have to sort it out, what we’re going to do with George.  But we’ll do something.  Don’t cry, sweets.

 

                                                               FAITH

He’s going to kill you.  He’s Merlow, he’s the ghost of your dream.  You know that’s what he wants to do.  And you’re going to let him.

 

                                                               BALLARD

We’re going to work it out.

 

                                                               FAITH

No you won’t.

 

                                                               BALLARD

Hush now.

 

                                                               FAITH

Let me call the hospital.

 

                                                               BALLARD

No.

 

                                                               FAITH

We can put him away for good.

 

                                                               BALLARD

We can’t. 

 

                                                                                          Faith sobs uncontrollably as the

                                                                                          lights slowly fade.

 

                                                                                          END OF ACT ONE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ACT TWO

 

SCENE ONE                                                                    Lights up on the empty house. 

                                                                                          The clock in the kitchen says

                                                                                          5:50.  Muffled voices, scratching,

                                                                                          comes from outside the back

                                                                                          door.  We hear a click and the

                                                                                          door swings open.  Faith has

                                                                                          picked the lock with a credit

                                                                                          card.  She comes in followed by

                                                                                          Dean Stodder, 30s, of the Illinois

                                                                                          Psychiatric Mobile Unit.  Faith is

                                                                                          very nervous because of what she

                                                                                          is about to do; also, she is quiet

                                                                                          taken with this man.

 

                                                               FAITH

I apologize profusely.  My mother always keeps the spare key under the ceramic frog.  I don't know why it isn't there.  George must have taken it.

 

                                                               STODDER

So he knows I'm coming.

 

                                                               FAITH

I don't think so, but you never know.  The walls in this house are pure cheesecloth.

                           (slips the credit card in her purse)

Thank Heaven for plastic.

 

                                                                                          She goes to the fridge, pulls out a

                                                                                          packet of frozen vegetables, then

                                                                                          gets a pot, fills it with water and

                                                                                          puts it on the stove.

 

                                                               FAITH

I think it would be a good idea to move the ambulance a couple blocks away.  George will see it when he gets in.

 

                                                               STODDER

Does he come through the back door?

 

                                                               FAITH

No.

 

                                                               STODDER

Does he walk past the driveway?

 

                                                               FAITH

No.

 

                                                               STODDER

Then he won't see it.  It’s better they’re close by anyway, in case we need them.

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes, that's probably correct, but we don’t want the nosey parker neighbors peering suspicious from behind drawn curtains.  I'm sure the phone lines are already burning like Nero's orchard just from seeing you drive up.

                           (motions to the stove)

I'm glad you're going to get the whole picture.  Colin says illustration is the best example, and I have to tell you I agree with him. 

 

                                                               STODDER

When did he start the abusive pattern, throwing the vegetables against the wall, like that?  When did he start lapping the food off his plate?  Was it‑‑

 

                                                               FAITH

About two months ago, after my father’s angina pectoris.

 

                                                               STODDER

Two months ago?

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes.

 

                                                               STODDER

I was under the impression he'd been doing it for years. 

 

                                                               FAITH

Oh, no.

 

                                                               STODDER

Has he ever harmed you or your parents physically?

 

                                                               FAITH

No.

 

                                                               STODDER

Just this mental abuse which your mother and father tolerate?

 

                                                               FAITH

Yes.  He lives to torment us.

 

 

                                                               STODDER

Your father should call the police and have him forcibly removed from the premises.

 

                                                               FAITH

He's not going to do that.  You are the last resort and our only hope.

 

                                                                                          Faith goes to the back door,

                                                                                          looks out.

 

                                                               FAITH

It's good they're here.  Comforting.  Should I offer them coffee while they're waiting?  I wouldn't want them to feel like second-class citizens. 

 

                                                               STODDER

They'll be all right.  We picked up dinner on the way over.

 

                                                               FAITH

Being a paramedic must be a truly horrific occupation.  To look at blood all day long.  And burn victims.  Suicides.  Can you imagine? 

                           (beat)

I get depressed sometimes.  Sometimes I feel like jumping off the Michigan Avenue bridge, plummeting downward into the murky depths of oblivion.  It's a very popular suicide spot, did you know that?  They fish bodies out of our famous Chicago River all the time, three or four times a month. 

 

                                                               STODDER

I understand how you feel.  Life can be overwhelming at times.

 

                                                               FAITH

Of course, I would never do that. 

 

                                                               STODDER

Well that's good to hear.

 

                                                               FAITH

                           (turns back to Stodder)

Imagine how I'd look once I spattered the water.  It crushes you, you know, a fall from that height.  My corpuscles would burst, my skin would turn purple, my body would swell.  I’d be absolutely ruined!  No, I'd do it where the body is perfectly kept, sleeping pills and alcohol probably, like Marilyn Monroe, and I'd make sure I was dressed just right for the funeral.  A white Chanel suit with matching shoes and handbag.  And they couldn't open just the top half of the casket, they'd have to open the whole lid so during the viewing everybody could see what I’m wearing.

                           (laughs)

Well.  That is cheerful.

 

                                                               STODDER

Are you on anti-depressants now?

 

                                                               FAITH

What?  Of course not.  I’m not the one that’s crazy. 

 

                                                               STODDER

There’s no shame in it.

 

                                                               FAITH

Of course there isn’t and I have nothing to be ashamed of.  Mr. Stodder, do you know how long this is going to take, this interview?  My parents have asked me that we get him out of the house before they arrive back from the hospital.

 

                                                               STODDER

Please.  You don't have to call me Mr. Stodder.  My name is Dean.  The less formality we have in this situation the better.