Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Play's the thing. ACT III, Scene 3 THE FIRE IN BRADFORD, a play



ACT III SCENE 5: EXT. NIGHT.

IT IS THE KISS 'N' RIDE SUBWAY TERMINAL ON YONGE STREET AT THE TOP OF TORONTO. THE GLASSED STRUCURE LOOKS A LOT LIKE A FIFTIES JUKEBOX, OR THE ROTUNDA-LIKE FRONT OF A HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ENTRANCE. OUTSIDE, THE WAGON-SPOKE WHITE LINES FANNING OUT IN THE ALL-ROUND PARKING SPACES WHERE COMMUERS ARE DROPPED OFF BY SPOUSES OR FAMILY MEMBERS, WHO ARE EITHER THEMSELVE DRIVING TO WORK NOW OR GOING BACK TO BED.
A QUICK KISS THEN THE SUBWAY RIDE.

IT IS EVENING NOW AND TIRED COMMUTERS AWAIT THEIR PICKUPS.

THE PROFESSOR IS ON HIS WAY TO HIS TORONTO STUDIO TO PICK UP SOME SCRIPTS. HIS ACTUAL HOME IS NEWMARKET, FARTHER NORTH OF TORONTO.

HE IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN THE STAIRS.

AHEAD OF HIM, BRISKLY MAKING FOR THE STAIRS LEADING DOWN, IS A WOMAN IN A GREEN POPLIN COAT, SHORT PAISELY DRESS, AND VERY HIGH HEELS TO SHOW BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG LEGS. BUT TO HIM, SHE SEEMS TO HAVE A HALO ATOP HER BLONDE HAIR...
IT IS CELIA.

THE PROFESSOR MOVES TO OVERTAKE HER.

SHE SENSE HIM BEHIND HER, TURNS.

CELIA

David! What are you doing here?

PROFESSOR

Down to my studio to pick up some stuff.

CELIA SEEMS DISTANT, PREOCCUPIED, NOT REALLY INTERESTED IN HIM.


CELIA

Still living in Newmarket?

PROFESSOR

Yes, of course. And you?

CELIA

I'm living here in Toronto now.


PROFESSOR

Yes. Er, living in Toronto.

But you are avec, no?

CELIA (NODS, A LITTLE SADLY).

PROFESSOR

Not Lief?

CELIA (QUICKLY)

David, I've got to meet somebody.

(SHE RESUMES HER CLACKETY-CLACK TOWARDS THE STAIRS). THE PROFESSSOR FOLLOWS. SHE PICKS UP HER PACE AS SHE GOES DOWN THE STAIRS, BUT HE IS RIGHT BEHIND HER.

CELIA (TURNING)

You've got to stop following me. Really, David. I have to meet somebody.

SHE TAKES UP HER HURRIED CLACKING DOWNTAIRS. THE PROFESSOR STILL TRYING TO CATCH UP.


THE PROFESSOR FOLLOWS HER OUT TO THE PARKING LOT.
A SILVER LATE MODEL BMW SPORTS SEDAN IS WAITING.
CELIA ENTERS ON THE PASSENGER SIDE, AND AS THE PROFESSOR APPROACHES, SHE LOCKS THE LATCH INSIDE.

A DARK, BEARDED MAN IS IN THE DRIVER'S BUCKET SEAT.
HE AND CELIA NOT SAY HELLO. THEY JUST EXCHANGE GLANCES, KNOWING GLANCES, AS IF THEY HAD BEEN IN LOVE FOR A LONG TIME.
THIS GIVES THE PROFESSOR A TWINGE. BUT HE IS CUROUS.
HE WALKS TO THE DRIVER'S SIDE, TAPS LIGHTLY ON THE WINDOW.

CELIA (TO THE STRANGER)

I think he wants to talk to you.

THERE IS THE HUM OF ELECTRIC MOTOR, AS THE MYSTERIOUS DRIVER LOWERS THE WINDOW.
THE PROFSSOR NEARLY STICKS HIS HEAD IN, BUT WITHDRAWS IT QUCKLY AS HE IS AWARE THE SWARTHY DRIVER CAN EASILY GUILOTINE HIM.

MYSTERIOUS DRIVER

You got a problem?

THE PROFSSOR, GAZING PAST THE DRIVER, AND AT CELIA. HE TRIES TO SMILE.

Yeah, I got a problem.

THERE IS THE HUM AGAIN AS THE STRANGER ROLLS UP THE WINDOW. DAVID BARELY MISSES BEING GARROTTED. THERE IS TALK NOW BETWEEN THE STRANGER AND CELIA. DAVID CAN HEAR ONLY PARTS OF IT.

STRANGER:

What, who is that?

CELIA.

He is a brillian writer

STRANGER

Well, I don't care if he's a brilliant writer. He's coming on agresssively...

THEY ARE TALKING, CALMLY RATHER WITHUT ANIMATION, BACK AND FORTH. IT IF OBVIOUS TO THE PROFESSSOR THAT THEY ARE IN LOVE. LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE NOW.

THE WINDOW STAYS UP. CELIA AND THE STRANGER TALK, BUT THEY ARE NOT LEAVING.
WHICH GIVES THE PROFESSOR AN OPPORTUNITY.

HE MOVES BEHIND THE DELICATELY CURVED, RATHER FEMINIE, JAGUAR STYLE REAR END OF THE CAR TO STARE AT, AND WRITE DOWN THE LICENCE PLATE NUMBER. JUA 552.

FRUSTRATED NOW BY THE LOCKED CAR DOORS AND THE TWO LOVERS TALKING CALMLY AS IF AT A COCKTAIL CONVERSATION, DAVID FINALLY TURNS TO GO BACK INSIDE THE KISS'N'RIDE.
INSIDE, HE HOLDS HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS AND PEERS THROUGH THE GLASS, AT THE BMW. WITH CELIA AND THE STRANGER INSIDE. THEY DO NOT PULL AWAY.
IT IS THE PROFESSOR WHO FINALLY LEAVES, HEADING FOR THE NEAREST BAR. IT is right there. Sign in font of the Kiss'n'rides says BAR.

...end scene

26 comments:

TomCat said...

Ivanm I sure hope this isn't autobiographical. If it is, there are moree fish in the sea, brother. ;-)

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

TomCat,

The professor is a fanatic. He hates to lose, even if it's down to the Monty Python scene with the knight reduced to just a torso, and still fighting. "Stand up and fight!" Heh.

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ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Ah, the good old Royal Canadian Air Force. Some days I wish I'd never left.

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Ivan,

I don't know much, it took me a while to accept and truly know that. But what do you think about emotions driving off the page in crazed movements. Sort like of like you feel when your heart has been cut out and served to the non-caring people in the whole.

I am looking for more emotions from you. They are there or maybe I know less than I agreed to believe.


Nice to sit around here for a bit again. I have missed you.

Soft love,
T

ivan said...

Welcome back, Tara.

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Local Color

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzpfsP0cQZ8

T

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Did I go somewhere? Maybe I was just lost, the road split and with it my mental state or maybe, just maybe, I decided to take a new look around and see what all the fuss was about and what I was obviously missing.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to figure out why everyone is frothing at the mouth. I just think the whole world has gone mad and I along with it.

"In the arms of lovers whispered words speak and within those moments heart remember to beat again"

Ivan, olet kiehtovimpia mies tiedän. Olen iloinen nähdessäni sinut.

T

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Did I go somewhere? Maybe I was just lost, the road split and with it my mental state or maybe, just maybe, I decided to take a new look around and see what all the fuss was about and what I was obviously missing.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to figure out why everyone is frothing at the mouth. I just think the whole world has gone mad and I along with it.

"In the arms of lovers whispered words speak and within those moments heart remember to beat again"

Ivan, olet kiehtovimpia mies tiedän. Olen iloinen nähdessäni sinut.

T

ivan said...

Thanks, Tara.

I'll check that movie out.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Was that Finnish?

One line about "an intriguing man"--but it's third person, so I don't know.

Finnish? I thought you were mostly Scottish...and the other part...I know you don't have a tomahawk to grind. :)

...and there is a full moon out, and I'm just about finnish over here. :)

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Yes it was Finnish. I do not speak it well. But I am practicing again. The movie is great and so much a reminder. I do have that Cherokee lurking inside me...;;smirk;;

Soft love,
T

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Yes it was Finnish. I do not speak it well. But I am practicing again. The movie is great and so much a reminder. I do have that Cherokee lurking inside me...;;smirk;;

Soft love,
T

ivancreativewriting.ca said...

Cherokeees are cool.
Long-suffering, to say the least.

benjibopper said...

The plot thickens as the protagonist maddens. Looking forward to the rest of the ride, but it seems the professor won't get much kissin'.

ivan said...

Apposite observation, Benji.

"He whom the gods would destroy..."

the walking man said...

The professor after the orgy should have made his presence known to her but then left her standing on the stair looking at him as he ascended. she should have seen his back as he walked away from whomever she met in the car. That is what builds desire in someone...thinking they have lost something and can not have it back. Celia still has the upper hand as the publisher said.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Absolutely right, Mark.

If I could explain it in a scene, there would be two stairways seen from the side. Celia on her way up, and the poor professor on his way down...

TomCat said...

Dang, he needs to smell the coffee. If he were in the US, I bet he'd be a Teabagger. ;-)

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

TomCat

Always the politics.

I think the prof is something of a masochist...Probably in fear of the Party Whip! :)

Mona said...

Cliffhanger?

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Looks that way, Mona.

Been to busy to post a new act. :)

TomCat said...

OMG!! Boehnerphobia?

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

I think I saw it in naughty ancient Greek statuary.

People raising their hands and yelling at the sight of Priapus.

Eeek!

ivan said...

TomCat,

Yeah. You mean politics, of course, Party Whips. and their clout. I was thinking more of the young days of the Marquis de Sade, when he was just a young whippersnapper.

I guess more specifiacally, it's just a Page in the annals of Foley. And Boehner tried to cover it up.

Old news item:

Republican Speaker Denny Hastert, Republican Majority Leader John Boehner, John Shimkus and Tom Reynolds knew Foley was a dangerous predator with a penchant for young boys for at least 11 months. And all they did was cover it up. Now we need an independent investigation, not more coverup from Hastert and Boehner....

Oh god. Is the Pope Catholic?

Anonymous said...

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Dear Anne,

While there's something mawkish about all of us siblings squabbling over our poor mother's income tax rebate, I must say that you have been a little less than noble when you arbitrarily took a large portion when Mary had decided to give me all of the rebate because of my recent hard times.
I can only assume that the breadwinner in the family is going through hard times himelf and you really needed the money.
But let's keep things in proportion. You have two houses and and income while every day I dumpster dive and scramble for cigarettes and try to scrounge up a meal..I have written about this in an article for the Globe and Mail...Well, at least there was payment for this.
My pension is simply not good enough to keep me, and every time I go to work, even this pension is docked.

Why did you do it?
My only thought is that you have a special sense of entitlement which allows you to take what you can get out of your siblings.
It was a low blow, Anne, and I have noticed.

Ivan