Friday, December 01, 2006
"Pepsi Generation ' Good for shit'"
The Fire in Bradford
by Ivan Prokopchuk
ACT VII, Scene 3
Interior scene of Polish naive -baroque magic gingerbread kitchen designed and built by Professon David
Jarworkis father, a genius cabinet maker and builder, 80 years old and happy not at all with his aging son's progress.
Mr. Jaworski Senior, the Professor's father:
You, Pepsi-Generation good-for -shit!
Forty-nine and fucked up. Prodigal son. The one with the education.
Your romances are starting to cost me money.
Professor: Not so much my romances, Dad.
Ha. You tried to be like me. Started construction business. F*cked it up. Cut cable on project.
What you good for, Davey?
Education only about words. You build career on words. Some French words.
You think I don't know French, comme ici, comme sa?
I been through the Big War. I met everybody, every asshole there was to meet, even French asshole.
Got to have computer in head, Davey, not computer at office.
You no understand European tradition. You should be supporting me.
Professor: I was, I had been, Dad, until that divorce.
Everything seemed to go to hell, the alimony, the kids, the fucking barn boys "she" ended up with.
Ah, chasing moonbams, you were. Hundred thousand in the bank, nice home, nice wife, nice kids.
You had to go and write dream book or something. Get drunk. Get blowjob from hooker. Bill Clinton imitator. Get caught.
You say you man of letters!
I say Pepsi Generation good for shit!
THE PROFESSOR'S FEELINGS ARE HURT.
HE STANDS UP FROM THE CHESTERFIELD HE HAD BEEN SITTING ON WIOTH HIS FATHER, THE ICONS ABOVE IN THEIR EMBRACE OF LINEN EMBROIDERY.
I'm going home Dad.
You hardly have a home to go to.
Go back to Ukraine. You not making it in this country. I make it.
Pepsi Generation good for shit.
THE PROFESSOR MOVES TOWARDS THE DOOR, OVER WHICH THERE IS ALSO A LITTLE ICON, WITH A FRINGE OF EMBROIDERY ALL AROUND.
MR. JAWORSKI STUFFS SOMETHING, A WAD OF BILLS INTO THE PROFESSOR'S JACKED POCKET.
Na!Maybe someday you give to me, but I'm not placing any bets.
THE PROFESSOR GIVES HIS FATHER A HUG. THE ELDER JAWORSKI CLOSES THE DOOR.
to fade, then up to ACT VII SCENE 4
ACT VII, Scene 4