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ACT I DAD: in his late 50's. TRISTAN: around ten or eleven-years old GLADWIN: in her early 40's. TRISTAN Dad? Scene 1 Interior of a cheesy, unkempt motel room. DAD channel-surfs the cable television, the remote in his right hand, a cigarette in his left. He's sitting on the edge of the bed. TRISTAN is on the bed behind him, crying. DAD Yeah bud? TRISTAN      Is Mom gonna **** herself? DAD      Well, I hope so. TRISTAN Dad! DAD      (Chuckles). What? TRISTAN      Stop! I'm scared. What if she does? DAD      Why are you worried? I'm not that lucky. TRISTAN      (Screaming). C'mon, Dad! DAD      What? (Chuckles again, longer this time). I'm not. TRISTAN      Dad, stop. What if she really does? DAD      Trist, don't be stupid. No one who's really going to      **** themselves tells you like that. They don't sing it      out loud. She's whistling Dixie. TRISTAN      (Sobbing at this point). Dad, I love Mom. DAD      (Pause). I know, and I-                (DAD'S cellphone rings. He answers                immediately)      Hold on, Trist. It's your fat mother.      Hello? Yeah. Yeah, you have this kid scared to death.      Would you just tell him you're--What? Alright, Glad.      Well enough's enough. (Pause). Okay. (Reacting loudly).      Oh, quit screaming in my ear! Trist, (extends the phone      to TRISTAN) here.           spotlight comes up on GLADWIN, who is stageleft,           lying in bed and on the phone. GLADWIN       Trist! Trist? Say goodbye to Mama. I'm going away. TRISTAN      Wait! Don't do anything bad, please. GLADWIN      I'm gonna swallow my pills, Trist. I'm gonna take them      all and I won't be around anymore, honey... TRISTAN      No! Mom, don't! GLADWIN      ...so just say goodbye to Mama and don't ever... TRISTAN      Mom! Stop. Please, stop, just don't! GLADWIN      ...forget that I love you.            Spotlight goes out on GLADWIN. TRISTAN      No! (Looks at DAD). Dad, she can't!                (He drops the cellphone)      Oh my God!                (Leaping off the bed and fumbling with                the phone in his hands, he hurries it to                his ear) Hello? Mom? Mom?                (He closes the phone and quickly reopens                it. He dials GLADWIN'S cellphone) DAD      Trist, take it easy. She's fine. Stop calling and go to      bed. TRISTAN      She won't answer! (Breaking down). She won't answer.      (Lets out a piercing cry). Dad!                (DAD lights another cigarette and pulls                TRISTAN onto the bed and under his right                arm) DAD      (Rubbing TRISTAN'S back gently). Go to sleep, babe.      She'll be there tomorrow morning. TRISTAN      But-- DAD      Ah, ah! What did I just say? Everything will be okay. TRISTAN      (Calming, but still anxious). You promise? DAD      Promise, kiddo.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
She Won't
ACT I DAD: in his late 50's. TRISTAN: around ten or eleven-years old GLADWIN: in her early 40's. TRISTAN Dad? Scene 1 Interior of a cheesy, unkempt motel room. DAD channel-surfs the cable television, the remote in his right hand, a cigarette in his left. He's sitting on the edge of the bed. TRISTAN is on the bed behind him, crying. DAD Yeah bud? TRISTAN      Is Mom gonna **** herself? DAD      Well, I hope so. TRISTAN Dad! DAD      (Chuckles). What? TRISTAN      Stop! I'm scared. What if she does? DAD      Why are you worried? I'm not that lucky. TRISTAN      (Screaming). C'mon, Dad! DAD      What? (Chuckles again, longer this time). I'm not. TRISTAN      Dad, stop. What if she really does? DAD      Trist, don't be stupid. No one who's really going to      **** themselves tells you like that. They don't sing it      out loud. She's whistling Dixie. TRISTAN      (Sobbing at this point). Dad, I love Mom. DAD      (Pause). I know, and I-                (DAD'S cellphone rings. He answers                immediately)      Hold on, Trist. It's your fat mother.      Hello? Yeah. Yeah, you have this kid scared to death.      Would you just tell him you're--What? Alright, Glad.      Well enough's enough. (Pause). Okay. (Reacting loudly).      Oh, quit screaming in my ear! Trist, (extends the phone      to TRISTAN) here.           spotlight comes up on GLADWIN, who is stageleft,           lying in bed and on the phone. GLADWIN       Trist! Trist? Say goodbye to Mama. I'm going away. TRISTAN      Wait! Don't do anything bad, please. GLADWIN      I'm gonna swallow my pills, Trist. I'm gonna take them      all and I won't be around anymore, honey... TRISTAN      No! Mom, don't! GLADWIN      ...so just say goodbye to Mama and don't ever... TRISTAN      Mom! Stop. Please, stop, just don't! GLADWIN      ...forget that I love you.            Spotlight goes out on GLADWIN. TRISTAN      No! (Looks at DAD). Dad, she can't!                (He drops the cellphone)      Oh my God!                (Leaping off the bed and fumbling with                the phone in his hands, he hurries it to                his ear) Hello? Mom? Mom?                (He closes the phone and quickly reopens                it. He dials GLADWIN'S cellphone) DAD      Trist, take it easy. She's fine. Stop calling and go to      bed. TRISTAN      She won't answer! (Breaking down). She won't answer.      (Lets out a piercing cry). Dad!                (DAD lights another cigarette and pulls                TRISTAN onto the bed and under his right                arm) DAD      (Rubbing TRISTAN'S back gently). Go to sleep, babe.      She'll be there tomorrow morning. TRISTAN      But-- DAD      Ah, ah! What did I just say? Everything will be okay. TRISTAN      (Calming, but still anxious). You promise? DAD      Promise, kiddo.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
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