this is scene One of my
Two Act Play "Skat".
It has been Read Twice
for Roundabout.
Scene 1
(Empty cabin only light comes from a window. It looks very 1950’s, five old looking bunk beds, tacky looking lamps fill the room. The time is late winter of 2003.Off stage left a bus pulls up, and voices are heard.)
(L door opens Tom McNeil, looks 28, an old New York Yankee shirt, happy, and tired. Lights go up.)
Tom: (Breathes deep) Man (yawns) that was a long bus
trip.
(Scott Ammos enters, looks 27 too, and wears a dirty METS shirt, carrying a lot of luggage, angry and very tired.)
Scott: Thanks. You say ride, not trip.
Tom: So. (Crosses to CR, lies down) You’re welcome. Nice shirt, it’s much better now.
Scott: Shut up. Why didn’t you help me bring this stuff in?
Tom: I don’t like to help your type people.
Scott: What people?
Tom: Met fans. (He laughs) Where are the kids?
Scott: Their coming.
(Enters Chris, Kevin, Onday, and Wilson all young and tired.)
Chris: I don’t feel good.
Kevin: So what else is new?
Chris: Shut up.
Kevin: Don’t tell me to shut up.
Chris: (angry) I just did.
Kevin: Don’t make deck you.
Chris: “deck you” what are we in the 50’s.
Onday: sure looks like it.
Tom: Where’s John?
Scott: O, God we lost him. Not five minutes and we already lost him. I told you this would happen, we shouldn’t have brought him. (Sits up, almost crying, crosses to UC door) If you need me I’ll be in the bathroom. (Slams door)
Wilson: But he’s outside
(Enter John he is the oldest of the children, and a wise guy, he’s holding a red bag.)
John: Bye girls. God they love me. So what I miss?
(Scott walks out of UC door to L DOOR)
Scott: Found him.
John: I’m not going to ask. So anyway, I help the girls to they cabin and well you know.
Tom: What?
John: nothin’ happen. I didn’t even get a tip. (Drops red bag)
Scott: Are we done here. We need to pick beds.
Chris: I call this one.
Kevin: (wines this lines) But, I wanted that bed.
Tom: Don’t start this now. I’m pick beds. O.K (points to Wilson) you there, you (points to Kevin) there, Sunday…
Onday: It’s Onday.
Tom: Unday?
Onday: On-day
Tom: That’s what I said.
Onday: No, no, no you are mistaken It is-
Tom: So, just go over there, now tubby (point to Chris) go there.
Scott: Tom, you can’t make fun of the kids.
Tom: Scott it’s a trip, you need to make fun of the kids.
Scott: Oh, then well…. John you smell. (To Tom) Was that good?
Tom: Yes, do ya want a cookie.
Scott: Maybe?
John: Are you two done? I still need a place to sleep.
Tom: Here (grabs a pillow, throws it out the door) sleep outside!
John: (heads to the RC door) It think I will. (Walks out and shuts the door)
Tom: Lock it!
Chris: Got it Sir! (Locks it)
Tom: Don’t call me Sir!
Kevin: Yes, ma’m.
Chris: Don’t call him ma’m.
Kevin: I can call him what ever I what.
Tom: (points to Kevin) Okay, one no you can’t and two were not in school so you can call me Tom.
John (V.O): Hay Tommy boy open the FREAKIN’ door!
Scott: (to the door) Don’t curse.
John (V.O): “Feakin” isn’t a curse.
Tom: Now you’re staying out there!
(Tom moves to his bed-top bunk- unpacks then lies down.
Everyone else stands for a minute, moves to their beds unpacks. Off back-stage you hear a window break, bathroom door opens John with a twig in his hair all dirty and bleeding from the arm.)
John: You guys suck! Can’t open the door, I know I was knocking. (Pause, looks around) Hello?
Tom: Can we help you?
John: (looks around) I’m going back outside. (Music plays low)
Tom: good, go.
John: I will.
Scott: Good
John: I will!
Onday: Bye-bye
John: (mock) Bye-bye!
All but, John; get out!
John: you called my bluff. (Pause for reponse gets none) Well which ones mine? (Pause for reponse gets none) I mean bed, ha ha. (Pause for reponse gets none, finds a bed lays down) We are going to have fun!
CURTAIN
(L door opens Tom McNeil, looks 28, an old New York Yankee shirt, happy, and tired. Lights go up.)
Tom: (Breathes deep) Man (yawns) that was a long bus
trip.
(Scott Ammos enters, looks 27 too, and wears a dirty METS shirt, carrying a lot of luggage, angry and very tired.)
Scott: Thanks. You say ride, not trip.
Tom: So. (Crosses to CR, lies down) You’re welcome. Nice shirt, it’s much better now.
Scott: Shut up. Why didn’t you help me bring this stuff in?
Tom: I don’t like to help your type people.
Scott: What people?
Tom: Met fans. (He laughs) Where are the kids?
Scott: Their coming.
(Enters Chris, Kevin, Onday, and Wilson all young and tired.)
Chris: I don’t feel good.
Kevin: So what else is new?
Chris: Shut up.
Kevin: Don’t tell me to shut up.
Chris: (angry) I just did.
Kevin: Don’t make deck you.
Chris: “deck you” what are we in the 50’s.
Onday: sure looks like it.
Tom: Where’s John?
Scott: O, God we lost him. Not five minutes and we already lost him. I told you this would happen, we shouldn’t have brought him. (Sits up, almost crying, crosses to UC door) If you need me I’ll be in the bathroom. (Slams door)
Wilson: But he’s outside
(Enter John he is the oldest of the children, and a wise guy, he’s holding a red bag.)
John: Bye girls. God they love me. So what I miss?
(Scott walks out of UC door to L DOOR)
Scott: Found him.
John: I’m not going to ask. So anyway, I help the girls to they cabin and well you know.
Tom: What?
John: nothin’ happen. I didn’t even get a tip. (Drops red bag)
Scott: Are we done here. We need to pick beds.
Chris: I call this one.
Kevin: (wines this lines) But, I wanted that bed.
Tom: Don’t start this now. I’m pick beds. O.K (points to Wilson) you there, you (points to Kevin) there, Sunday…
Onday: It’s Onday.
Tom: Unday?
Onday: On-day
Tom: That’s what I said.
Onday: No, no, no you are mistaken It is-
Tom: So, just go over there, now tubby (point to Chris) go there.
Scott: Tom, you can’t make fun of the kids.
Tom: Scott it’s a trip, you need to make fun of the kids.
Scott: Oh, then well…. John you smell. (To Tom) Was that good?
Tom: Yes, do ya want a cookie.
Scott: Maybe?
John: Are you two done? I still need a place to sleep.
Tom: Here (grabs a pillow, throws it out the door) sleep outside!
John: (heads to the RC door) It think I will. (Walks out and shuts the door)
Tom: Lock it!
Chris: Got it Sir! (Locks it)
Tom: Don’t call me Sir!
Kevin: Yes, ma’m.
Chris: Don’t call him ma’m.
Kevin: I can call him what ever I what.
Tom: (points to Kevin) Okay, one no you can’t and two were not in school so you can call me Tom.
John (V.O): Hay Tommy boy open the FREAKIN’ door!
Scott: (to the door) Don’t curse.
John (V.O): “Feakin” isn’t a curse.
Tom: Now you’re staying out there!
(Tom moves to his bed-top bunk- unpacks then lies down.
Everyone else stands for a minute, moves to their beds unpacks. Off back-stage you hear a window break, bathroom door opens John with a twig in his hair all dirty and bleeding from the arm.)
John: You guys suck! Can’t open the door, I know I was knocking. (Pause, looks around) Hello?
Tom: Can we help you?
John: (looks around) I’m going back outside. (Music plays low)
Tom: good, go.
John: I will.
Scott: Good
John: I will!
Onday: Bye-bye
John: (mock) Bye-bye!
All but, John; get out!
John: you called my bluff. (Pause for reponse gets none) Well which ones mine? (Pause for reponse gets none) I mean bed, ha ha. (Pause for reponse gets none, finds a bed lays down) We are going to have fun!
CURTAIN
