Tuesday, March 09, 2010

ACT II, SCENE THREE. PLAY. The Fire in Bradford.."Her father was a brewer, but she was a ....



SCENE INT. RIVEREDGE RESTAURANT.
CELIA AND THE PROFESSOR ARE HAVING AND ELABORATE THREE COURSE MEAL OF SURF AND TURF. THE RESTAURANT IS ONE SIDE ALL WINDOWS WHERE FISHING BOATS AND CABIN CRUISERS CAN BE SEEN THROUGH THE CLEAR GLASS. CELIA AND THE PROFESSOR ARE DRINKING WHITE WINE BEFORE THE NEXT COURSE. THEIR EYES ARE ON EACH OTHER OVER THE LINEN TABLECLOTH AND THE CANDLE LIGHT. THE WINE IS BEGINNING TO AFFECT THEM. THEY GET A LITTLE MUSHY.

THE PROFESSOR INDULGES A LONG GAZE AT CELIA, WHILE HAVING HIS DRINK.
SHE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL, PETITE, BLONDE

PROFESSOR(MAKING A SOUND OF CONTENTMENT)

Hmmm.

CELIA (ANSWERING)

Hmmmm!

PROFESSOR

I wonder what the poor people are doing

THERE IS A LOW SOUND OF A TUGBOAT.

CELIA

Your boat is coming in

PROFESSOR:

Don't I know it.

THE MOOD IS SUDDENLY AFFECTED BY A COMMOTION OUTSIDE. THE VERY RESTAURANT SEEMS TO ROCK, AS THERE IS SUDDENLY A LOUD BANG.

IT GIVES BOTH CELIA AND THE PROFESSOR A START.

PROFESSOR.

What, who the hell is that?

OUTSIDE, SOMEBODY YELLS:

Minga!

CELIA GIVES A SLIGHT SHUDDER.

CELIA SUDDENLY BEGINS TO FIDDLE WITH HER RINGS.
THE PROFESSOR NOTICES NOW, IN THE LIGHTS JUST GONE ON THAT THERE IS A SLIGHT SCAR ON HER LEFT CHEEK. SHE HAD TRIED TO COVER IT OVER WITH MAKEUP, BUT IT SEEMS THAT THERE WAS A FINE CUT.

PROFESSOR (HIS MOOD NOW SLIGHTLY BROKEN)

What's wrong?

CELIA

It's Lana.

PROFESSOR

What Lana

CELIA

My girlfriend. Sort of a mentor, really.

PROFESSOR

What's that got to do with anything?

CELIA

Oh David..I... Lana's teaching me about life. I want to learn about life...It's Lana's friends....Pretty baroque.

PROFESSOR (TAKES A HUGE GULP OF HIS DRINK)

Heh. Baroque...elements of the fantastical.

CELIA

Or rococo. I took romance languages. Remember? More rococo, common.

PROFESSOR (SUDDENLY SMILING)

Well,not too bad with the romance.

And what strange Whitney Streeber characters are around you and Lief? He in the club too?

CELIA

Why don't you ask him?

PROFESSOR

Oh damn your Lana and your Lief. What is this? The Adam and Eve show? Do I meet he local god? Is Adam your father and Lilith your mother? Forget those other people,Lana, it's just you and I tonight. You and me! Damn the noises, damn the snake, damn the lumber, damn the torpedoes.

HE HAS ANOTHER SIP OF HIS DRINK.

ACROSS THE TABLE,HE MOVES HIS HANDS TOWARDS HER.


CELIA(STOPS FIDDLING WITH HER RINGS. BOTH HER HANDS REACH OUT ACROSS THE LINEN AND CANDLELIGHT TO SEEK DAVIDS. THE PROFESSOR PUTS AWAY HIS DRINK AND HIS FINGERS NOW SEEK HERS. BUT THE MOVES ARE HALTING, TENTATIVE. THEY BOTH PULL AWAY.THE MOMENT IS LOST.

SUDDENLY THERE IS A TALL BEARDED MAN ENTERING THE RESTAURANT. HE GOES RIGHT BY THE RECEPTIONIST, THE CASHIER, STANDS IN THE DINING ROOM EXTENDS HIS RINGED LEFT HAND AND POINTS A FINGER RIGHT AT CELIA. THE PROFESSOR RISES, IS ABOUT TO ENCOUNTER THE STRANGER, BUT THE MANS UDDELY TURNS,GOES TO LEAVE, PACES BISKLY PAST THE CASH COUNTER,WHERE THE CASHIER IS ABOUT TO INTERFERE,PACES THROUGH THE LOBBY AND THEN OUT.
THERE IS THE SLAM OF A DOOR.

PROFESSOR:

Who, what was that?

CELIA

It's Marko.

PROFESSOR:

Who the hell is Marko?

CELIA.

Marko....And Lewis. I've got a lot of problems, David.

DAVID.

Of course...But what in...?

Like I told you. Leif has male friends. He has female friends. I have male friends. I have female friends. Finding out about life. Heh. I might as well tell you what happened.
I was on the edges of a homosexual circle, playing it cool, you might say, and the next thing, I was right in the middle of it.

THE PROFESSOR HAS ANOTHER LOOK AT CELIA.
HER HAIR DOES SEEM A LITTLE DISHEVELED. THE LITTLE SCAR. AND THERE SEEMS ONE LITTLE SORE
ON THE CORNER OF HER PRETTY MOUTH.

CELIA
I've got problems, David. The agents. Its Marko. ..and Lewis..

THE PROFESSOR, SUDDENLY MIFFED.

And Yogi? Yogi baby....And Boo-Boo?

CELIA

You're too streetwise for a prof.

PROFESSOR

I used to be an investigative reporter.

CELIA

That's why I didn't give you your own key to my place...A journalist.

PROFESSOR

What have you got there? A key club? Lief running a house of the rising sun?

CELIA, REACHING ACROSS THE TABLE SUDDENLY SLAPS HIM, UNEXPECTEDLY HARD.

THE PROFESSOR IS STUNNED.

SHE RISES SUDDENLY, ALMOST RUNS INTO THE WAITRESS WHO HAD NOW BEEN BRINGING THE FOOD.

PROFESSOR(HOLDING HIS CHEEK)

Celia, I...You're always running away from me.

CELIA (AT THE GLASS DOOR TO THE RESTAURANT BY NOW)

Jumping away from you, the way you are.

....end scene

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

На словах ты Лев Толстой, а не деле ... простой!

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Russian cat:
Well, I'm flattered. Thank you for saying that in words I am Tolstoi and in deeds a knave.

Heh. I'm inclined to agree with you on the knave part:)

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Чем вы. А кто ты? Он может спасти меня почтовую марку.

Who are you? You could save me a postage stamp by saying who you are.:)

ivan@ reativewriting.ca said...

Ooh, something just in on my email.

Russian cat is actually kitten.

Told her in jest, don't send me any Ukrainian Super 8.

TomCat said...

Maybe she wants to be Celia with you as Professor.

Middle Ditch said...

Ivan I really like your descriptions. Specially the moment when their hands are reaching out, hesitation and then the moment was lost. I could actually 'see' it.

Wonderful stuff.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

TomCat,

Da?

ivan@creativerwitiing.ca said...

Thank you so much, Monique.

Coming from you, that's a great compliment.

Donnetta Lee said...

Wow. You just keep going. You're really getting into this. Now--that picture...she looks like she's in pain. Ewww. D

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Donnetta,

It looks like part of a Vegas girs' dance routine.

She may be grimacng a bit because the skit was called Gay Vegas, and, maybe put off because the host himself was openly gay.

Mona said...

Ivan!

I love you!

You did not read the 55ve properly! I said so & so & ALL the rest!

Mona said...

PS> I will come to read your play at liesure, when I am relatively 'free' than I am at the moment! :)

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Mona,

Hi, and thank you!

Yes, I complained that when in your "55", you listed some people you loved, you had omitted me. :)

Well, Ivan-come-lately very happy

I fear my poor play is really rococo but like any fanatic, I am compelled to finish it, warts and all.
Sending love back.

Mona said...

now I am wondering why they hang around together...

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Mona.Legitimate and intelligent uestion. It is certainly the wrong crowd.

The professsor's loneliness may have put him on the edge of a cult. This sometimes happened to young people here in Central Ontario at the height of the drug epidemic in the Eighties, and the professor should certainly have known better...But maybe curiosity doesn't alway kill the cat...but it sure leads to a major storm in his love in love and finances.