Friday, April 25, 2008

The Kiss and Ride


All mysterious hints lead to sex. And my Celia is always putting them out.
But what kind of sex and wih whom?
The plot thickes as the professor wonders about entering a menage a trois.
Or is it Menage a quatre? The Professor knows that there are at least two more players in this set piece. He could well be the cat who sank here.
ACT II, SCENE 3. INT. MORNING.

WE ARE STILL AT LIEF AND CELIA'S HOUSE.

THE PROFESSOR IS CURLED UP ON THE C-SHAPED COUCH. A COFFEE PERCOLATOR IS PULSING NOISILY. CELIA IS BUSY AT THE KITCHENETTTE TO STAGE LEFT.

CELIA (BREEZILY...................All right. Everybody up!Get it together!

PROFESSOR(WOOZILY): Wha.....

CELIA..........................................Rise and shine, David. We've all go to go to work.

CELIA HAS A MUG OF STEAMING COFFEE IN HER HAND. SHE WALKS OVER TO THE PROFESSOR AND GIVES HIME THE MUG. HE DOES NOT IMMEDIATELY TAKE IT. LIEF IS NOT IMMEDIATELY VISIBLE AT HIS SEAT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE.

THE PROFESSOR.....................
I can't have that coffee until I check to see if my cigarette is drawing properly.

CELIA (TOUSLING HIS HAI)......Wake up, sleepyhead. We're running late. We'll have to have our coffee on the road.


EXT. THEY ARE WALKING TOWARDS LES RED SUV. IN THE DRIVEWAY. HE IS ALREADY IN THE DRIVER"S SEAT STEAMING CUP OF COFFEE IN HIS HAND.

CELIA (WALKING TOWARDS THE VEHICLE WITH THE PROFESSOR.....................Sorry I couldn't give you breakfast. We usually just have coffee on the road.

THE PROFESSOR IS STILL HALF DRUNK. Jeesus. I think that this morning, I'd rather be poked in the eye with a stick than have breakfast anyway.

CELIA GETS INTO THE PASSENGER SIDE OF THE SUV AND SCRUNCHES AGAINST THE GEARSHIFT.
THE PROFESSOR, WHO SHOULD REALLY HAVE TAKEN THE REAR SEAT, SCRUNCHES UP AGAINST HER IN THE FRONT.
LIEF (LOOKING AT THE PREFESSOR, PAST CELIA:).........What's this? Musical broads?

THE PROFESSOR LOOKS AT LIEF. THE HUSBAND IS JEALOUS, OF COURSE.

CELIA: ......................................Going to the Kiss'n'Ride!

THE PROFESSOR, WHO IS A BIT GIGGLY. ...........................Do I get to kiss Lief too, as you drop him off?

CELIA....................................................................................Why don't you ask him?..........

LEIF IS JUST DRAGGING ON HIS CIGARETTE.

THE ROAD TO TORONTO FROM HOLLAND LANDING IS LONG. THERE IS NO FURTHER CONVERSATION.
FINALLY, THEY ARRIVE AT THE KISS AND RIDE ON FINCH AVENUE.

CELIA AND LIEF HEAD FOR THE CIRCULAR GLASSED ROTUND WITH ITS MANY DOORS LEADING IN FROM THE PARKING AREA. SHE KISSES HIM, AND RETURNS TO DRIVE THE SUV.

THE PROFESSOR EXPECTS THAT CELIA WILL DRIVE HIM TO HIS STUDIO IN TORONTO. BUT HE, FOR SOME REASON, DOES NOT WANT CELIA TO KNOW THE ADDRESS...

PROFESSOR......................Uh, Celia. Just drop me off at Bloor and Yonge. I've got some business there in the morning anyway.

CELIA..............................Your wish is my command.

THEY DRIVE. THERE IS NO CONVERSATION. FINALLY AT BLOOR AND ST. GEORGE, CELIA"S ARM CROSSSES HIS LAP AND LINGERS THERE AS SHE IS ABOUT TO OPEN THE PASSENGER DOOR.

CELIA..............................I Know this is all tacky and weird...But will you phone me?

THE PROFESSOR LEANS ACROSS THE GEARSHIFT AND KISSES HER CHEEK. JUDAS KISS.

HE LEAVES THE CAR AND TURNS AROUND TO SEE CELIA WAVING PRETTILY WITH HER GLOVED HAND.

DISSOLVE.





13 comments:

the walking man said...

All mysterious hints lead to sex. And my Celia is always putting them out.
But what kind of sex and wih whom?
The plot thickes as the professor wonders about entering a menage a trois.
Or is it Menage a quatre? The Professor knows that there are at least two more players in this set piece. He could well be the cat who sank here.


In the novel I believe that this articulated piece is in the Prof's, mental dialog...this is important understanding to the whole of all that comes before and(most likely) after where we are now.

Celia is still a bit cloudy to me in her intent unless I know this bit about her, it is somewhat articulated in her actions, but to me it seems as if it is only in this scene that it becomes somewhat more apparent.

I think because you can't really narrate this offstage, it should be more pronounced (leading the audience to understand this) in the preceding scenes.

BUT, Ivan, the flow of it is developing nicely enough where I can see the action on the screen in my head, ergo please no commercial interruptions and continue on. Thanks for the taking us away from reality for a bit.

Peace

mark

eric1313 said...

This reminds me of a scene from "Disgrace" by JM Coetzee. But only in its intent, not stylistically.

I'm glad to see you still here and writing. I'm back for a time. Had to "camp out" in my car for three weeks with a few nights here and there spent with friends, and I'm still not sure when it's going to end, but hey, I'm alive and can still spit into the wind so I will. I know you've been there yourself and can relate.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Eric,

Oh can I relate!
It seems to take a long time to stabilize your life. Keep plugging with the housing people.
So glag your intellectual faculties are undamaged by the ordeal.
......Jeez. My rent cheque just bounced...Takes forever, it seems, to pay yout dues.
Now is the time to take the energy out of the incubus and make it work for you.
A letter to the editor about homelessness might do it.
Hell, you can copy my piece on homelessness if you like.
Anyway, call an editor. Any editor.
Tell him or her about your situation. Tell them you want to write about it.
Or do nothing; that's decision too.
Damn. Toronto is far more left than Detroit. Lots of help available. But Detroit. Man, it's hard.
Might have to hit the social services people.
There is definiely a way out.
It just seems to take so damn long.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Mark,

Thanks.

You are right. Show, rather than tell.

I have had two pros look at this work. Both seemed to think it needed more work, but was produceable.
Needed more work.
Yep.
But like George Bush said about his own box of snakes. "It's hard.
"We gotta work hard."

There is a good chance that Mr. Bush is far more deluded than me in my efforts but it looks like we've both got to work hard.

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

HI Everyone.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Depressed tonight, which some say, is good for writing in the morning.
Have a look at Eric's comment here.

Well, at least he's keeping it up.
Detroit is far away, but I have a feeling he is he one guy I could actually live with.
...Whoops. Gotta watch Jay Lenno.
Love his McCain jokes about seniors running for office. Heh.

the walking man said...

Hi Tara

Actually Ivan, Detroit is a liberal city, Michigan fairly liberal in benefits to them that need them...but, all systems are strained and loaded to the max now and the wait times for even basic assistance is long.

For a single man, no children to speed the process along...he's waaaay down the bottom of the heap for any aid.

Food stores for the impoverished are running nearly weekly allotments until empty, soup kitchens struggle daily and Gov. basically turns a blind eye to it because:

A) the city has no resources not allocated to law suit settlement and attempting to increase resources and
B)The state is an emperor that is blind as it turns it eye to this corner of the state.

*shrug* We of necessity have learned to fight through indifference and survive through short list communities (my friends lot is my lot, my neighbors are not necessarily my friends.)

mark

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

I am enlighgtened abou Michigan's social services, but you're right, a single guy would be at the bottom of the list.
I certainly was the case when they found out I had sold a house--and where did the money go?...I know where it went, but if you apply for social assistance and you'd sold a house in the past year...well.
On hellova party, but there was enough left to make myself notorious by scandalous influence peddling. Didn't quite make the cover of Rolling Stone (came close), but that part of the money was well spent.
Got noticed enough so I could at least work for the Globe and Mail for a time.
And suddenly my editor is gone, and I along with her.
The local paper, the ERA will print my stuff, but they will not take me on a a regular ("Too controversial.")
I guess so.
One day I said the town is run by cops and wops and neither the constabulary nor the ruling Florentines thought that was cute.
Things got worse when I called the then-mayor of the town a "a raving fag"(this was before the days of political correctness) and he sued me. Touchy.

Ah well. The adolescent days of journalism are over.
My intention had always been to have been a novelist, where you could get away with fictions.
But then, as my wife used to say, "You picked a hard thing to be."
Damnright. Some days I still practise drawing hands.
Reminds me, for some reason of a 70-year-old editor who said "there are aspects of journalism that even I still don't get." I stopped+ myself from commenting, "Jeesus, George, do think you'r ever going to get it?"
And he no doubt would have countered with , "Do you think you're ever going to write any better.?
Touche.
Ah well. Flat broke too. Ran out of beer and hit the wine. Egad.
This is a different kind of stone.
Body stone. Beer is a fighters drink, more Viking.
Romans drank wine, and look what happened.
Ah well. What's poor Vandal to do?
There has to be hope, for I can at leas summon five minutes of time to write at least a reply to a comment.
Take care.

Monique said...

Wow, I had to do some catching up here, not having been for a while. Very good. Sharp dialogue, lovely readable spaces.

Where are we going, I ask? We'll be back to read on

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Monique,

Where are we going indeed?
I got ambushed by a wine bottle.

Ah well, an editor did tell me once that difficulties create art.

Aaron said...

Superb stuff, old codger. You really drew me into that reality.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Aaron,

Thanks. Coming from you, who pens a pretty good tale himself, that's a compliment.

Welcome back, stranger.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Aaron,

Thanks. Coming from you, who pens a pretty good tale himself, that's a compliment.

Welcome back, stranger.