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                              ACT ONE

       SCENE 1	

                              VERN'S PATIO. 

                              VERN is working on his barbecue. FRANK 
                              stands distracted and aloof.

                              VERN
       Hell, Frank, it's just dreams. If they were anything good 
       you'd remember 'em when you were awake. Frank! You listening 
       to me?

                              FRANK
       I just never had one keep coming back, that's all.

                              VERN
       Buddy, be happy something keeps coming back! (Pause) You're 
       beard getting heavier? Frank?

                              FRANK
       I don't know. I shave every morning, same as usual. 

                              VERN
       I shave in the morning, but now I gotta shave at night, too, 
       if I want  you know...anyway, Gwen says my face is like 
       sandpaper and when I checked, the hair does seem to be 
       heavier, like it's growing faster during the day. Hell, when 
       I was seventeen I would have killed for that. Now, it's just 
       a pain in the ass.

                              FRANK
       I can never see his face.

                              VERN
       Were you listening to me at all?

                              FRANK
       Mike keeps saying over and over, "Don't shoot, don't shoot" 
       and I can see a car and hear the rain and even see  this guy 
       holding a gun, but I can't see his face.  It's just a big 
       blur, you know. I can't see his face.

                              VERN
       Has this guy been drinking?

                              FRANK
       How the hell should I know if he's been drinking! It's  a 
       dream, Vern, you said that yourself !

                              VERN
       Well, don't  bite my head off. You're the one with the 
       nightmares.
                   (doorbell rings )
       Would you get that.  Now that Jenn lives on campus she thinks 
       she should be treated like a house guest. Hell, I told her, 
       this isn't a bed and breakfast  but Miss College Student 
       still won't carry a key.
                   (FRANK EXITS and VERN turns TV up )
       I tell you, Woodson, it's going to be a great afternoon for 
       the Buckeyes, I can feel it in my bones. 
                   (TV buzzes and he bangs it)
       I hope to hell Gwen paid that damn cable. 
                   (bangs it again)
       Frank, you having trouble with your cable? (yelling)Frank? 
       You having trouble with your cable.  

                              FRANK (O.V.)
       I can hear you just fine.

                              VERN
       All right. All right.
                   (bangs it one last time)

                              FRANK
                   (Returning)
       She needed five bucks for the movies.

                              VERN
       Christ, she thinks this place is a god damn drive-thru. You 
       know, who thought we'd be driving right up to these little 
       machines and watching them spit out money, only this money 
       machine is me.
                   (Hands FRANK the money) 
       I hope to hell she paid that cable bill.

                              FRANK
       Maybe it's the set. 

                              VERN
       What's wrong with my set.

                              FRANK
       You've had it forever.

                              VERN
       I like this set. I own it outright which is why I probably 
       like it and why it will probably break. 

                              FRANK
       It's as old as the kids.

                              VERN
       Fine, it doesn't borrow money from me. Whoever thought we'd 
       be paying money to watch these things anyway.  Good, there it 
       is. So, where's my beer and how many you want?

                              FRANK
       Coffee's fine. Cream, no sugar.

                              VERN
       You're fucking weird today, Woodson. 

                              FRANK
       Hell, I know where it is.
                   (FRANK picks up the thermos and pours himself a 
                    cup of coffee )

                              VERN
       How many points. Football, Remember?

                              FRANK
       Gimme three.

                              VERN
       Ohio State's been playing like shit and you want three?

                              FRANK
       (Pause)Okay, I'll take Michigan and give you three.

                              VERN
       Oh,  a couple of bad breaks and you turn on us.

                              FRANK
       Christ Vern, you just said the team looked like shit !

                              VERN
       Look Buddy, it was just a dream. Your eyes were closed and 
       your brain was asleep. Now you're awake and it's Saturday and 
       you're here at your best buddy's house to watch a little 
       football and lose a little money.

                              FRANK
       I'm fine. Ohio State by eight.
                   (FRANK stares blankly at VERN)

                              VERN
       Wait a minute, buddy, I don't own anything but a billy club, 
       a utility knife and a cracked pistol Gwen's brother brought 
       back from Germany when he was in the infantry.

                              FRANK
       I never said it was you.

                              VERN
       But you never said it wasn't.

                              FRANK
       I can't see the face.

                              VERN
       But you do see a big fucking shotgun don't you. 
                   (to the audience as JURY)
       Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I want it on the record 
       here and now that Vern Wiley never has, and never will own a 
       big fucking shotgun. 
                   (laughing  and grabbing Frank) 
       He owns the shotgun. (laughs) Hell, he owns a dozen shotguns, 
       a few rifles and God knows how many----
                   (FRANK starts walking away )
       I'm just kidding, buddy. 
                   (FRANK exits )	
       Frank, where you going?... the game's just starting ! 
                   (TV blares then goes blank)
       Shit! 

       SCENE 2	

                              WOODSON TV ROOM. MORNING. 

                              ANNIE is in front of the TV, drinking 
                              coffee and watching the "Soaps" while 
                              she does her warm up exercises as 
                              MICHAEL creeps up behind her.  

                              MICHAEL
       Boo!
                   (ANNIE throws him to the floor, and then sees his 
                    face)
       That's some welcome home.

                              ANNIE
       JEEEEZUZ, Michael, don't you ever do that again!

                              MICHAEL
       I certainly won't. Ouch !

                              ANNIE
       It serves you right. 

                              MICHAEL
       Why? What sins have I committed lately?

                              ANNIE
       Sit over here and let me rub your neck

                              MICHAEL
       How did you know my neck hurt?

                              ANNIE
       It's suppose to. I mean if I did it right it's suppose to 
       hurt like hell, right here.

                              MICHAEL
       Ouch ! 

                              ANNIE
       I did it right.

                              MICHAEL
       Are we still related?

                              ANNIE
       You're obviously my stupid older brother.

                              MICHAEL
       Obviously, so why were you trying to kill me?

                              ANNIE
       --You don't just sneak up behind me...people...women...--

                              MICHAEL
       --I'm your brother --

                              ANNIE
       --when they don't know what's going on...

                              MICHAEL
       This is our home. Mama Bear, Papa Bear, and me, cute little 
       baby bear, remember?

                              ANNIE
       Otherwise you might just get your neck broken.

                              MICHAEL
       You use to love me scaring you.

                              ANNIE
       You loved it. I peed my pants. 

                              MICHAEL
       Maybe you should have kicked me to death or permanently 
       crippled me so I'm no longer a threat to--

                              ANNIE
       Oh, Michael, I missed you so much!
                   (ANNIE alternately kisses him, then shoves him 
                    away and goes to get coffee all in one motion. )

                              MICHAEL
       And then again maybe you should just get me a cup of coffee. 
       So, I guess you hated the horror movies too? 

                              ANNIE
       You're lucky I didn't die right there in the theatre. 

                              MICHAEL
       You shouldn't drink that stuff. It'll make you jumpy.

                              ANNIE
       Sixteen is jumpy!

                              MICHAEL
       Who told you that?

                              ANNIE
       Vern Riley.

                              MICHAEL
       Nostradamus of the Midwest speaks again ! 

                              ANNIE
       You live in a world of total unreality. I know what's real.

                              MICHAEL
       So, tell me, what's real.

                              ANNIE
       Everyday -  sometimes two or three times a day, perfectly 
       innocent women, just like me, get raped or killed or worse 
       right in their own living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, 
       just brushing their hair or taking their clothes out of the 
       dryer?

                              MICHAEL
       What's happening here?

                              ANNIE
       Here is everywhere and everywhere is here, Michael. 
                   (Gets a cup of coffee and turns up the TV audio 
                    which becomes a tug of war between them) 

                              MICHAEL
       This is not reality. 
                   (MICHAEL turns off the TV)

                              ANNIE
       Or maybe you want to know about the girl in my dance class 
       that left one night on her bike and never got home and later 
       they found her body stuffed in the trash.

                              MICHAEL
       Jesus, Annie --

                              ANNIE
       Is that real enough for you - Mister Emergency Room!

                              MICHAEL
       Look, I'm sorry I scared you, I promise I won't sneak up 
       behind you anymore, and (pause) I'm sorry about your friend--

                              ANNIE
       ---Good, 'cause it was her brother that did it!
                   (ANNIE turns on the TV)

                              MICHAEL
       You  win! I'm incredibly stupid. But I'm home now and I want 
       to spend some time with you before Mom comes home?  What time 
       does she get off work?

                              ANNIE
       She comes in by 4, but she won't talk to you.

                              MICHAEL
       She hates me too?

                              ANNIE
       No, she loves you, too, but  she'll still go right up into 
       that  kitchen after she's kissed you hello, and stay up there 
       cooking and cleaning, chopping and scrubbing with the radio 
       blasting in her ears 'til he gets home.

                              MICHAEL
       Who's "he"?

                              ANNIE
       I hate you're being so far away. 

                              MICHAEL
       Annie? Who's HE!

                              ANNIE
       HE is Dad -- Frank George Woodson -- and why do you have to 
       live in hell.  

                              MICHAEL
       It's only Cincinnati and why are you talking like this.

                              ANNIE
       It's prison, exile...the Gulag and this is the way I talk.

                              MICHAEL
       They like me there. You used to like me.

                              ANNIE
       Here. I liked you here. We need you here, Michael. We need 
       you here right now!

                              MICHAEL
       It's only a few hours away.  Once you get your license you 
       can come down to visit.  

                              ANNIE
       You could get a job here tomorrow. There's lots of sick 
       babies, I ought to  know,  half  the girls in my class are 
       having them.

                              MICHAEL
       Annie, slow down, please, you're scaring me. I'm home. I'm 
       home.  

                              ANNIE
       How long?

                              MICHAEL
       I am yours completely...

                              ANNIE
       How long.

                              MICHAEL
       'Til Wednesday.

                              ANNIE
       That's not long enough!

                              MICHAEL
       For what?  

                              ANNIE
       It's not enough time. 

                              MICHAEL
       Talk to me.

                              ANNIE
       I won't let you go back. I'll keep you here, like a hostage. 
       I saw that on the TV. A woman kept a man tied up in her house 
       for three months.

                              MICHAEL
       It was a movie.

                              ANNIE
       Maybe.

                              MICHAEL
       Look, that hospital is the best place for me. I thought you'd 
       be happy for me.

                              ANNIE
       You said it was the biggest hospital, not  the best, and Dad 
       says you could empty bed pans anywhere!

                              MICHAEL
                   (Hands in the air)
       Okay, I give up.....what do you want?

                              ANNIE
       Here.
                   (ANNIE holds out a scarf)

                              MICHAEL
       No games.

                              ANNIE
       Take it.
                   (MICHAEL takes the scarf)
       And make it so tight I can't see anything.

                              MICHAEL
                   (in fake pirate's accent)
        I'll make it so tight, me lassie, yer eye's'll pop out of 
       yer head and  roll out all over the floor.  

                              ANNIE
       Spin me around, just the way you use to, and no more bad 
       accents.
                   (MICHAEL spins her around)
       Now pick out a volume from the encyclopedia.

                              MICHAEL
       Any one of them?

                              ANNIE
       In your head! Just the letters. (Pause)Got it?

                              MICHAEL
       Yep.

                              ANNIE
       What is it?

                              MICHAEL
       "K."

                              ANNIE
       No, not that one!

                              MICHAEL
       "R." for ridiculous.

                              ANNIE
       Turn out the light. 
                   (MICHAEL turns it off)
       Ouch !

                              MICHAEL
       Annie? 

                              ANNIE
       No,  I'm fine. I've found it. You'll see.  It's right here 
       and I've found it in the dark.
                   (MICHAEL turns on the light)
       See it was too dark to cheat unless I was a bat.

                              MICHAEL
       You are a bat.

                              ANNIE
       I told you it'd work.

                              MICHAEL
       "R."for ridiculous. What's going on here?       

                              ANNIE
       It's your turn now.

                              MICHAEL
       Annie, I protest. It makes me sick to spin around.

                              ANNIE
       Humor me. It's important, Michael.  Please. Just humor me. 

 

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