DOLLFACEA Stage Play by mark sladeTONY ROBERTS NEEDS CONTRACTS SIGNED BY HARDY JEEVES,THE OWNER OF A COMPANY TONY 'S COMPANY JUST BOUGHT. BUT HE HAS NO IDEA HOW STRANGE JEEVES AND HIS FAMILY IS WHEN HE MEETS THEM.
CHARACTERS
TONY ROBERTS: BUSINESSMAN HARDY JEEVES: OWNER OF SWEETLAND POTATO CHIP COMPANY MARNIE JEEVES: HARDY'S WIFE DELANY JEEVES: HARDY'S DAUGHTER GIRL IN THE ATTIC
PLACE: TONY ROBERTS HOTEL ROOM, THE JEEVES HOUSE, AND THEIR ATTIC TIME: PRESENT
DOLLFACE
ACT ONE
In the hotel room of Tony Roberts is a single bed, a dresser, a TV. He is lying on his bed, laptop beside him. Suitcase is open and on the floor,clothes litter the room. His shirt is open, he is sweating from head to toe. The flicker from the TV is bright, the only lighting is from a lamp on a table beside the bed. His cellphone is by the lamp. He seems bored, remote in his hands, changing stations on the TV. His cellphone rings. The ring tone is theme to The Sting. He let's it play out before answering it.
TONY HELLO. (Pause.) WHAT'S UP FRANK? (Pause.) NO. JEEVES WONT SEE ME. (Pause.)
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HE DOESN'T SEE ANYONE. HE'S A RECLUSE. (Pause.) WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? (Pause.) I'M NOT JOKING. I'VE BEEN IN THIS STINKING HOTEL ROOM FOR TWO WEEKS AND THE JERK WONT SEE ME. (Pause.) I'M NOT KIDDING. WHY AM I HERE AGAIN? (Long pause.) AH. WE REALLY DON'T NEED TO NEGOTIATE THAT. (Pause.) OLD MAN WILLIFRED CAN KISS MY A*S. BETTER YET, HE CAN COME DOWN HERE IN THE SWEALTERING HEAT AND GET THE BUSINESS FROM THIS NUTJOB. (Pause.) FRANK, THE AIR CONDITIONING IS BROKEN IN THIS HOTEL ROOM. (Pause.)
DOLLFACE
I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE ELSE BECAUSE OLD MAN WILLIFRED OWNS THIS SLEAZY HOTEL AND IT'S FREE. YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS, YOU'RE HIS NUMBER TWO IN WINGROUP LLC. (Pause.) VERY FUNNY, FRANK. THAT DIDN'T WORK OUT. HIS DAUGHTER IS SUEING ME FOR DIVORCE. (Pause.) PLEASE. DON'T JUDGE. YOU'VE HAD EVERY SECRETARY YOU'VE HIRED ON THAT DESK AS WELL AS I HAVE. (Pause.) OLD MAN WILLIFRED HASN'T GOTTEN IT UP SINCE EISENHOWER WAS IN OFFICE. BACK THEN SEX WASN'T INVENTED YET. (Pause.) I'M DOING MY BEST. WHY IS THIS CLAUSE SO IMPORTANT TO EITHER OF THEM? (Long pause.) WELL, JEEVES DID BUILD THAT CHIP COMPANY FROM THE GROUND UP. I THINK HE'S ENTITLED TO WHATEVER HE WANTS AS LONG AS YOU GET SWEETWATER. (Pause.)
MARK SLADE
I KNOW WILLIFRED WANTS THE BOTTLED WATER COMPANY SWEETWATER IS THE PARENT COMPANY OF. (Pause.) WELL, OLD MAN WILLIFRED DID TRY TO USE THE HOSTILE TAKEOVER METHOD. LEGAL TROUBLES ASIDE, IT WAS NOT A GOOD MOVE. (Pause.) FRANK.... AM I NOT GOOD AT MY JOB? (Pause.) STOP LAUGHING, WILL YOU? I'VE BEEN WITH THIS COMPANY FOR SIX YEARS. THREE OF WHICH WAS MARRIED TO THAT DEMON WOMAN OF A DAUGHTER OF WILLIFRED'S. PURE HELL, FRANK. I'VE ROSE UP THROUGH THE RANKS LIKE A SHOT, AND REGRETTED EVERY MINUTE OF THIS LOUSY JOB. SHOULD'VE STAYED IN THE TRENCHES. I'LL GET THE NUTJOB TO INCLUDE THE BOTTLED WATER COMPANY. I'LL BREAK HIM. (Pause.)
DOLLFACE
YES. APPARENTLY SO. MR. JEEVES HAS NOT STEPPED FOOT OUTSIDE HIS MODEST HOME IN YEARS. NEITHER HAS HIS FAMILY. NUTJOBS. THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE, FRANK. HE'S NEVER BEEN INSIDE THE OFFICE BUILDING HE BUILT TEN YEARS AGO. (Pause.)
OH NO. I'M NOT DOING THAT. I ONLY MEET IN PROPER PLACES. (Pause.) YES. THAT'S RIGHT, STRIP JOINTS OR COFFEHOUSES. HARDY JEEVES DOES NOT CONDUCT PROPER BUSINESS RELATIONS, IN MY OPINION. (Pause.) YOU'RE LAUGHING AGAIN. (Pause.) IS THAT WHAT WILLIFRED SAID?
MARK SLADE
MMMM. THEN I WILL GO TO HARDY JEEVES HOUSE, GET HIM TO SIGHN THE CLAUSE. WHATEVER MASTER WILLIFRED WISHES, IS MY COMMAND. (Pause.) THAT'S NOT FUNNY, FRANK. (Pause.) I KNOW HE HAS A DAUGHTER. SO WHAT?
NO MORE YOUNG GIRLS. I'VE SWORN THEM OFF. LOOK, I THINK I SHOULD GET OFF HERE. GET SOME SLEEP. GOT AN EARLY DAY. (Pause.) FRANK...YEAH. WHATEVER. (Closes lid on his cellphone. Sighs.)
DOLLFACE
EVERYTHING IS DAMN JOKE TO YOU, FRANK. (Reaches under the bed, pulls out a bottle of whiskey. Pops the top off. THE JOKE'S ON YOU, A*****E. (Takes a large swig. Makes a face.) OLD MAN WILLIFRED HATES YOUR GUTS. ALWAYS HAS. (Drinks more from the bottle. Grits his teeth.) LIFE IS A JOKE. (Lays on his right side, hugging the bottle to his chest. He closes his, begins to drift off.) LIFE. IS. A. JOKE..... (Curtain.)
MARK SLADE
ACT TWO
The Jeeves living room is small, modest. There is a small couch and two easy chairs on either side of the couch. There is a coffee table in front of the couch. An old china set sits on the coffee table as does a box of cookies. Hardy Jeeves is sitting in his chair reading a book of Edgar Allan Poe. His wife Marnie is peaking through the curtains. His daughter Delany is sitting on the couch perfectly still.
HARDY (Reading.) STOP LOOKING OUT, WILL YOU?!
MARNIE ( Nervously fixes the curtain back.) I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD'VE INVITED HIM HERE.
DOLLFACE
HARDY (Eyes still on the book.) I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. (To Delany.) SHE ALWAYS UNDERMINDS ME. I HAVE RUN A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR COMPANY BEFORE. SHE HAS NEVER GIVEN ME ANY CREDIT.
MARNIE (Peaking out the window.) YOU ARE A GOOD BREAD WINNER. I HAVE ALWAYS SAID THAT.
HARDY (Still reading.) GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, PLEASE!
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MARNIE (Closes curtains.) DON'T SHOUT! YOU'LL DISTURB DELANY.
HARDY (Looks at Delany briefly. Then back to his book.) WHAT IN BLAZES IS SHE DOING?
MARNIE (Rubbing her hands nervously.) MEDITATING IN SILENCE. SHE SAYS ONLY HER GODS APPRECIATE SILENT PRAYER.
HARDY (Looks up. Bewildered.) CAN A GOD HEAR A SILENT PRAYER?
DOLLFACE
(Back to his book.) SOUNDS LIKE RUBBISH IF YOU ASK ME.
MARNIE AT LEAST SHE'S WORRIED ABOUT HER AFTERLIFE.
HARDY RUBBISH. (Pause.) SHE HAS A NEW RELIGION EVERY WEEK. LOAD OF RUBBISH. IT'S ALL THAT INFLUENCE FROM YOUR MOTHER.
MARK SLADE
MARNIE PLEASE..CAN WE NOT FIGHT OVER MY MOTHER FOR ONE NIGHT. IT'S NOT POLITE TO SPEAK ILL OF THE DEAD.
(Pause.) RUBBISH.
MARNIE I JUST DON'T KNOW WHY YOU HAD TO AGREE TO MEET WITH THAT MAN.
HARDY YOU DO KNOW WHY. AFTER ALL IT'S ALL JUST BUSINESS.
DOLLFACE
MARNIE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT EVERYTHING. THE WORLD IS FALLING APART AT THE SEAMS.. YOU SAY, (Mocking Hardy's voice.) “IT'S JUST BUSINESS.” MY MOTHER DIED, YOU SAY, (Again, mocking his voice.) ”IT'S JUST BUSINESS.”
HARDY WHAT DO YOU THINK THE WORLD IS MADE UP OF?! (Pause.) WELL?! (Pause.)
MARK SLADE
HARDY BUSINESS! YES! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND. WILL YOU GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW! WHAT WILL THE NEIGHBORS THINK?
MARNIE THEY'LL THINK MY HUSBAND IS A MANIAC. SCREAMING ALL THE TIME.
DELANY (Sighs.) MUST YOU TWO DO THIS EVERY NIGHT?
HARDY AH...SHE COMES BACK TO THE LIVING.
DOLLFACE
DALANY IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO CALL THIS HOUSEHOLD. I THINK YOUR BOTH NUTS
MARNIE SEE WHAT YOU DID? YOU DISTURBED MY BABY.
HARDY WILL YOU STOP REFERING TO HER AS THAT? SHE IS TWENTY-THREE YEARS OLD.
MARNIE (Looking up dramatically, hands to heaven,) SHE WILL ALWAYS BE MY BABY.
MARK SLADE
DELANY I TAKE THAT BACK. THE TWO OF YOU AREN'T NUTS. NO. YOUR CERTIFIABLE CRAZIES!
HARDY DON'T TALK TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY.
MARNIE (Pleading.) DON'T SPEAK ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WAY, BABY.
DELANY STUFF IT, BOTH OF YOU! I HAVEN'T BEEN OUT OF THIS HOUSE IN TEN YEARS. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
DOLLFACE
MARNIE (Looking through the curtains.) A MAN IS COMING UP THE WALK!
HARDY HE'S COMING? (Back to his book.) DIDN'T ACTUALLY BELIVE HE WAS.
DELANY IS HE HANDSOME, MOTHER?
MARNIE (Bites her lower lip.) NOT EXACTLY... HE REMINDS ME OF A CHIMP.
MARK SLADE
(Delany sprints over to the window, overjoyed.) MARNIE (Thinking for a second.) I'M NOT SURE WHY. (Pause.) HE'S GOING TO RING THE BELL! (Marnie moves from the window, laughing uncontrollably.)
Hardy (Rises from his chair, dropping the book to the floor.) I'LL ANSWER IT. (To Delany.) GET HER AWAY FROM THERE! (Delany leads a hysterical Marnie to the couch, trying to calm her down.
DOLLFACE
(Hardy stands by the door at an attention. The doorbell rings. No movement. Rings again. He still stands there. After the third ring, in robot motion Hardy answers the door. He walks offstage to the right.) HARDY (Offstage.) YES?
TONY (Offstage.) HELLO. I'M TONY ROBERTS. I'M HERE TO TALK ABOUT SWEETWATER?
MARK SLADE
HARDY YES. (Pause.) I SUPPOSE YOU BETTER COME IN. (Tony enters with Hardy behind him.)
TONY YOU HAVE A VERY NICE HOUSE HERE. BUT I HAVE TO ASK, WHY SO SMALL? OBVIOUSLY YOU HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR A MANSION----
HARDY (Gruff.) MONEY IS NOT THE PROBLEM, MR. ROBERTS. OTHER COMMITMENTS KEEPS US HERE.
DOLLFACE
TONY (Slight apologetic smile.) OF COURSE. (Pause.)
HARDY (Going to his chair.) SIT DOWN, MR. ROBERTS. (Clumsily sits.) THIS IS MY WIFE, MARNIE. MY DAUGHTER, DELANY.
TONY (Sits on the small couch in the middle of them.) PLEASED TO MEET YOU BOTH. (Pause.)
MARK SLADE
(Marnie keeps a hand over her mouth stifling a laugh. Delany is practically undressing Tony with her eyes.)
TONY (Uneasy.) MMM... I THOUGH YOU WOULD NEVER SEE ME.
HARDY I HAD NO INTENTION OF SEEING YOU. SOMETHING INSIDE ME TOLD ME OTHERWISE.
DOLLFACE
TONY I GUESS WE SHOULD GET DOWN TO BUSINESS, THEN.
MARNIE (Giggling.) DO YOU LIKE GOAT HEAD CHEESE, MR. ROBERTS?
TONY I DON'T KNOW--
HARDY YOU THINK THE MAN LIKES THAT SORT OF THING?
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DELANY I'M NOT ON MY PERIOD.
TONY (Shocked.) THAT'S JUST GREAT....
HARDY CAN WE TALK ABOUT BUSINESS?
MARNIE THAT'S ALL YOU THINK OF!
DOLLFACE
HARDY MY DEAR WE'VE ALREADY HAD THIS ARGUMENT.
DELANY (Touching Tony on the elbow.) I LIKE IT DOGGY STYLE... I CAN FEEL SENSATIONS IN MY STOMACH.
TONY (Smiling huge.) IS THAT SO...
MARNIE IF ONLY YOU WOULD THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE!
HARDY (To Tony.) MY WIFE IS AN EMBECILE. SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE WORLD. TELL HER. THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS.
TONY WELL...REALLY...I GUESS..
DELANY YOU CAN F**K ME IN MY BED IF YOU WANT.
MARK SLADE
HARDY LIFE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A BUSINESS MEETING. GOD IS THE ULTIMATE BUSINESSMAN.
MARNIE CAN'T WE TALK OF NICE THINGS? LIKE THE SUN COMING UP ON A SPRING DAY...
HARDY MY WIFE IS A BIT OF A ROMANTIC. (Pause.) SHE'S ALSO A VERY STUPID WOMAN.
DOLLFACE
MARNIE (Taking offense. She stands.) I HAVE A DOCTRINE IN LITERATURE!
HARDY (Laughing.) AS YOU SEE, MY DEAR, THAT IS NOTHING IN COMPARISON TO AN MBA IN BUSINES.
MARNIE OH! YOU INFURIATE ME!
HARDY GOOD. GET SOME SENSE OUT OF YOU YET.
MARK SLADE
DELANY I HAVEN'T HAD SEX IN A LONG TIME. FATHER WONT LET ME DATE.
TONY REALLY I JUST CAME HERE TO TALK OVER THE CONTRACTS OF THE SALE OF SWEETWATER.
HARDY (Rises slowly, enraged.) WHAT DID YOU SAY?
TONY UM... THE SALE OF SWEETWATER?
HARDY NEVER!
DOLLFACE
HARDY (Pause. He points a finger in Tony 's face.) I BUILT THAT COMPANY WITH MY BARE HANDS. MY SWEAT, BLOOD, AND TEARS. MONEY I CONNED AN OLD SPINSTER AUNT OF MINE. I WOULD NEVER SELL SWEETWATER, MY BOY!
TONY (Confused.) YOU ALREADY ARE IN TALKS WITH MY BOSSES ABOUT---
HARDY DID YOU HEAR ME!?
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(Pause.)
TONY THIS IS FARCE. YOU PEOPLE ARE PUTTING ME ON.
(Pause.)
MARNIE OH! I ALMOST FORGOT. I MADE SOME NICE GAUCOMOLE DIP AND CHIPS.COME HELP ME BRING IT IN, DELANY. (Marnie and Delany exit.)
DOLLFACE
(Tony and Hardy are not enjoying an uncomfortable silence.) HARDY (Wipes his chin.) I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THINGS ANYMORE. (Pause.) THERE WAS ONCE A MAN I KNEW. HE...UH...DID SOMETHING AWFUL. IN THE NAME OF...BUSINESS... PROSPERITY. (Pause.) HE THOUGHT HE WAS DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR EVERYONE. HE TOOK PROPERTY FROM FOLKS.....
MARK SLADE
HARDY THIS MAN...ISN'T EVIL, EXACTLY. WELL. HE BROUGHT BAD THINGS ON HE BRAUGHT IT ON HIS FAMILY.
TONY (Curious.) WHAT DID HE BRING ON HIS FAMILY?
(Pause.)
HARDY OH.... A CURSE OF SORTS.
DOLLFACE
TONY (Nervous laughter.) THERE IS NO SUCH THING.
(Hardy stares at him.) HARDY OH YES THERE IS, SON. THIS LAND..PROPERTY... BELONGED TO A FAMILY FROM HATI. THIS...THIS...MAN... FRIEND OF MINE... WAS NEVER THE SAME. HE PUT SOMETHING UP ON THAT PROPRTY. HE SHOULDN'T HAVE. (Lost in thought.) HE SHOULDN'T HAVE.
MARK SLADE
TONY YOU'RE STORY HAS HOLES IN IT.
HARDY WHAT?
TONY I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU TOLD ME THIS STORY. I DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND ANY OF YOUR BEHAVIOUR OR YOUR WIFE AND DAUGHTERS... I ASSUME YOU WANT TO SCARE ME AWAY. IT'S AN ACT, HUH?
HARDY I ASSURE THIS STORY IS TRUE.
TONY I UNDERSTAND. (Pause.)
DOLLFACE
TONY I REALLY DO. JUST ADMIT IT'S AN ACT. OKAY? I'M FINE WITH IT. I'VE USED SIMILAR TACTICS IN BUSINESS DEALS. I'VE SEEN A LOT OF TACTICS OVER THE YEARS--
HARDY THIS STORY IS TRUE.
TONY YEAH. OKAY. FINE. YOU DON'T WANT TO GIVE UP YOUR COMPANY. I'LL TELL MY BOSSES. JUST DON'T GO THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. YOU DON'T HAVE TO. I'LL GO NOW SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO KEEP UP THE ACT.
MARK SLADE
HARDY THAT POOR FAMILY WENT THROUGH SO MUCH. THEY WERE...MOVED OUT OF THEIR RESIDENCE. THE MOTHER DIED, ONE MONTH AFTERWARDS. THE FATHER WAS RUN OVER BY A VEHICLE IN THE STREET. THE CHILDREN WERE SPLIT UP....OLDER ONES HAD TO FIND OTHER PLACES...DRUG INFESTED AREAS... ONE THOUGH...ONE TOOK TO THE STREETS..SHE WORKED, FOUND HER NICHE... BUT VOWED VENGENCE. SHE WAS... VERY APT IN CERTAIN....SUPERNATURAL ABILITIES. YOU UNDERSTAND?
(Pause.)
DOLLFACE
TONY YEAH. (Rises from the couch, pointing to the door.) I'M GONNA GO. (Marnie and Delany enter carrying trays.)
MARNIE YOU AREN'T LEAVING ARE YOU, MR. ROBBINS? (They set the trays on the coffee table.) DELANY I WAS STARTING TO TAKE A SHINE TO YOU...EXPLICITLY. HOPEFULLY GRAPGHIC---
TONY OKAY. I HAVE TO LEAVE. NICE MEETING YOU ALL---
MARK SLADE
HARDY SIT DOWN. (Pause.)
TONY I REALLY HAVE SOMEWHERE---
HARDY SIT DOWN! (Tony is shocked. He sits without thinking. Marnie and Delany sit with him.) I'M NOT DONE WITH MY STORY. ( Pause. flashing a smile.) MY FRIEND....HIS FAMILY...WIFE, TWO DAUGHTERS....HARDLY SAW ANYONE.. THE OCCASIONAL SALESMAN THAT CAME TO THE DOOR...JEHOVA 'S WITNESS, MORMAN.
DOLLFACE
HARDY THE CURSE CAUSED A PAINFUL THIRST NEVER QUINCHED. THEY WERE BOUND TO THE HOUSE FOREVER. NEVER SEEING THE OUTSIDE WORLD. (Pause.) THE YOUNG HAITIAN WOMAN THAT USED THE CURSE, GAVE HER LIFE TO CARRY OUT THAT VENGENCE.
(Pause.)
MARNIE (Exuberant smile.) WOULD YOU LIKE SOME QUACOMOLE, MR. ROBBINS? (She offers the bowl. Tony recoils in disgust.)
MARK SLADE
TONY NO, I DON'T BELIEVE I WILL. THANK YOU. (He turns, faces Delany, who is gently stroking his arm. Tony smiles uneasy at her.)
HARDY MR. ROBBINS. THOSE PAPERS IF YOU WILL.
TONY WHAT?
HARDY THE PAPERS! (Pause.) THE CONTRACTS. GIVE THEM TO ME.
DOLLFACE
TONY (Takes them from a briefcase.) YOU'RE GOING TO SIGHN? JUST LIKE THAT? (He hands them to Hardy.)
HARDY (Snarling.) JUST LIKE THAT. (He scribbles a signature, hands them back.)
TONY (Places papers in briefcase.) THIS...HAS BEEN QUITE AN EVENING. (Pause. All three are smiling at him. Tony coughs.)
MARK SLADE
DELANY IT'S NOT EVENING ANYMORE. (She giggles.) IT'S PAST MIDNIGHT.
TONY (Looking at his watch.) WHAT HAS HAPPENED? IT WAS JUST SEVEN-THIRTY...
MARNIE TIME FLIES WHEN YOUR HAVING FUN, MR. ROBBINS
TONY (Rising.) I HAVE TO LEAVE.
DOLLFACE
HARDY NONSENSE. YOU CAN'T GET A CAB THIS LATE.
TONY WHY NOT?
HARDY YOUR NOT IN THE CITY ANYMORE, MR. ROBBINS. (Pause.) YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT. WE HAVE AN EXTRA ROOM.
TONY (Nervous.) NO. I DON'T WANT TO BOTHER..
MARK SLADE
MARNIE NO BOTHER.
DELANY NO BOTHER.
HARDY NO BOTHER AT ALL. (Pause.) YOU LEAVE WITH THE PAPERS SIGHNED IN THE MORNING. YOUR BOSSES WILL BE VERY HAPPY WITH YOU.
TONY (Giving in.) YEAH. IT IS AWFUL HOT IN THAT CHEAP HOTEL ROOM.
DOLLFACE
MARNIE GOOD. IT'S SETTLED.
DELANY I CAN'T BELIEVE MY LUCK.. HE'LL STAY IN MY ROOM WITH ME.
HARDY HE'LL STAY IN THE ATTIC.
(Lights fade to black.)
MARK SLADE
ACT THREE
The attic filled with junk. Most of it is old furniture covered in tarp and on the stage to the left. There is an old canopy bed, covered in cobwebs. A trunk with the lid open has clothing hanging off the side, is to the right of the stage where darkness is backdrop. Tony is setting on the bed, clutching his briefcase to him,bewildered. He is listening to inaudible voices belonging to hardy and his family. It takes a few minutes for Tony to relax as the voices fade out.
TONY (Placing briefcase on the floor.) HOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS. (Looking at his cell phone.) GOOD GRIEF...NO SIGNAL. (Pause.) ONE WEIRD NIGHT.
DOLLFACE
TONY I HOPE OLD MAN WINFRIED WILL BE GLAD I GOT HIS STINKING CONTRACT SIGHNED. I DON'T KNOW HOW I GET MYSELF INTO THESE THINGS. (Looking at cell phone again.) YOU'D AT LEAST THINK THESE PEOPLE WOULD HAVE MORE MODERN CONVIENCES. THE RICH SURE CAN BE STRANGE. I GUESS THEY CAN AFFORD IT. (A noise is heard, like crumpling paper. Tony turns to the right, a shadowy figure stands.) TONY WHAT THE HELL! (He rises quickly. Pause.)
MARK SLADE
TONY IS THAT YOU DELANY? (Pause.) AT LEAST YOU CAN ANSWER ME. WHY SO MYSTERIOUS? (Pause.) LOOK..I'M NOT SURE I WANNA DO ANYTHING.... (Shadowy figure steps into the light by the trunk. A woman dressed in all white wearing a porcelain mask with long curly hair.) HEY NOW. (Laughs) A BIT DRAMATIC ISN'T IT? THE GET UP? OKAY...SILENT TREATMENT.
DOLLFACE
(Pause.) TONY YEAH...UM..I'M GONNA GO TO BED, AND YOU CAN JUST GO TO YOURS... THIS IS REDICULOUS. (Woman steps forward.)
GIRL I'M NOT DELANY.
TONY WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS? WHO ARE YOU, THEN? (Pause. He smiles.) OH. I GET IT.
MARK SLADE
TONY IT'S A GAME. COME HERE. SIT ON THE BED. (The girl hesitates, slowly walks to the bed, sits.) IT'S OKAY. I DON'T NEED TO KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE. (Pause. Tony touches the girl's hair.) YOU'VE BEEN COMING ON TO ME ALL NIGHT. (He moves his hand down her body slowly, stopping at her leg, rubbing it.)
GIRL THAT WASN'T ME.
DOLLFACE
TONY IT'S OKAY. I CAN PLAY THAT GAME TOO. WHAT'S WITH THE MASK?
GIRL I HAVE TO KEEP IT ON.
TONY WELL I'D LIKE TO SEE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE.
GIRL NO. I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME.
MARK SLADE
TONY WHAT I'M LOOKING AT RIGHT NOW, I LIKE. I DON'T THINK I WILL BE DISAPPOINTED.
(Pause.)
GIRL ARE YOU SURE? (Tony places a hand on the girl's breast.)
TONY OH YES. I'M SURE, DOLLFACE.
DOLLFACE
(Girl slowly removes her mask. Tony 's smile turns to fear. He screams, withdraws from her. A light illuminates the girl's face. Her cheekbones are puffy, larger than the rest of her face. Her eyes are narrow, skin nearly covering them. Her lips are a blue-purple fixed on a permanent smile with fangs protruding. Girl reaches out, grabs Tony by his shirt. She pulls him to her. From the dark stage the family appear, their faces just as the Girl's. The girl sinks her fangs into Tony 's neck as he screams again.)
LIGHTS DIM. FADE TO BLACK.
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© 2012 mark sladeAuthor's Note
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