Blogger Word Verifcation: Unkers

A little boy is sitting on the floor of a living room. There are toys all over the floor and he is playing with a bright red truck. He is happy, concerned only with play, nothing else. The doorbell rings.

LITTLE BOY
Mommy! Der's someones at the door!

The doorbell rings again.

LITTLE BOY
Mommy!

MOMMY enters wiping off her hands on a dish rag that lies on her shoulder. MOMMY opens the door. DONALD is standing at the doorstep.

MOMMY
What the hell are you doing here?

LITTLE BOY
Who is it mommy?

MOMMY
It's nobody, Scottie. [to DONALD] What the hell are you doing here? I told you I never wanted to see you again.

DONALD
I know what you said. I said it too.

MOMMY
So what the hell are you doing here?

DONALD
You and I are not the only ones in this relationship.

MOMMY
What do you mean?

DONALD motions towards SCOTTIE.

MOMMY
Scottie?

DONALD
We've been dating three years...

MOMMY
So what?

DONALD
Since he was two years old!

MOMMY
You slept with my best friend, you asshole.

DONALD
And you slept with mine.

MOMMY
So what?

DONALD
So we're both awful. Okay? And we don't love each other.

MOMMY
Anymore.

DONALD
Anymore. Right. And we haven't for the last year...

MOMMY
14 months.

DONALD
Fine. Right. Whatever. But he [indicating SCOTTIE] doesn't understand any of that.

MOMMY
So what? What do you want?

DONALD
I just...

Stops. Unsure.

MOMMY
[not harsh, asking]
Just...?

DONALD
I just...want to say goodbye.

There is a pause. But there is no argument. There isn't even any resistance to this. There is just acceptance. On both their parts. That this is something that is happening and something that has to be done. Both, obviously, have the LITTLE BOY's interest at heart and in the following scene, MOMMY stands in the background, a signal of understanding that this is something between the two of them, her son and the only adult male he has ever really known.

DONALD enters the living room. SCOTTIE immediately runs to him, grabbing on to him...

SCOTTIE
Unker Donnie! Unker Donnie!

DONALD lifts him up in his arms.

DONALD
Heeeyyyyyyy, sport!

SCOTTIE
[deadly serious, but in a little kid way...]
Where have you been?

DONALD
[caught off-guard]
I've.....been somewhere else.

SCOTTIE
[switching gears]
What did you bring me?

DONALD
[almost stern]
Who said I brought you anything?

SCOTTIE
Unker Donnie!

DONALD
Okay.........

From his pocket he takes out a small plastic egg.

SCOTTIE
What is it?

DONALD
It's an egg.

SCOTTIE
Duuuuuuuuuuuh! But what is it?

DONALD
It's an egg. From a plastic chicken.

SCOTTIE
Unker Donnie - you're stupid!

DONALD
I know! I know! [hands the egg to SCOTTIE] Open it.

SCOTTIE cracks open the egg, revealing an egg-shaped mound of clay-like substance. A moment.

DONALD
Well?

SCOTTIE
What is it?

DONALD
It's silly putty. Duuh!

SCOTTIE
[mimicking back at him; their favorite game]
Duhhhhhhhhhh........

DONALD
Duhhhhhhhhhh.......

BOTH OF THEM
DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......

Pause.

SCOTTIE
But what is it?

DONALD
It's silly putty.

SCOTTIE
What's silly putty?

DONALD
It's a magic substance that can be turned into anything.

SCOTTIE
Like clay.

DONALD
Like clay. Sure, like clay. But it's better than clay.

SCOTTIE
How?

DONALD
How? HOW???? Go get me the Sunday comics! [pause] NOW!!!

SCOTTIE runs off to get the comics, in a mock-serious scared sort of way (clearly Donald and Scottie have a strong and familiar relationship, reflected in their interaction...); MOMMY approaches DONALD.

MOMMY
This doesn't look like goodbye.

DONALD
Of course it is. Jesus Christ, give me a chance!

MOMMY
You're only going to make things worse by drawing it out.

DONALD
You have no heart.

MOMMY
No. I don't. Not since you ripped it out when you slept with her.

SCOTTIE returns, comics in hand, but they don't notice.

DONALD
I wouldn't have slept with her if you weren't so frigid!

MOMMY
It that what I am?

DONALD
Yes! That's what you are! Frigid! Cold!

MOMMY
Well, you sure weren't doing anything to warm me up!

DONALD
How can ANY man defrost the ice princess!?

MOMMY
How would you know about being a man?

DONALD
I know what it's like to be left out in the cold.

MOMMY
That doesn't even make sense.

DONALD
Shut up.

MOMMY
You're mixing your metaphors.

DONALD
Shut up!

MOMMY
Am I cold or is the outside cold? Huh? Which is it?

DONALD
You're a frigid bitch, that's what it is.

MOMMY
Oh yeah?

MOMMY picks up a vase with flowers off a side table; throws the water straight into DONALD's face, drenching him.

MOMMY
Who's frigid now?

SCOTTIE
Mommy! You made unkers all wet!

MOMMY
Scottie, go back in the kitchen!

DONALD
No, Scottie. Stay here. Stay here and take a good look at what your mother does to the men in her life. To the men in your life too, for that matter. Take a good god damn look, because you're going to be seeing this same thing over and over again for the next 12 years or how ever long it takes before you finally wise up and leave her too. That's right, Scottie. Take a look at yourself, standing right up here, in just a few short years, because this is what you're going to look like just before you turn around and walk out the door!

DONALD does just that. He turns around and walks to the door, throwing it open. SCOTTIE runs after him.

SCOTTIE
[grabbing on to his leg]
Unkers, no!

DONALD stops. He looks down at SCOTTIE. A pause.

DONALD
I'm sorry, Scottie.

SCOTTIE
Please don't go, Unkers. I promise. I'll be good. I won't ask to stay up late and I'll eat everything on my plate, I swear. Please, Unkers.

DONALD
I'm...sorry kid. [pause] Goodbye.

DONALD leaves. SCOTTIE sits crumpled by the door for a long time. MOMMY stands to the side, watching. Unsure of what to do.

MOMMY
[after a long moment of this]
Scottie...

SCOTTIE runs back to his drawing and starts coloring, manically.

MOMMY
Scottie. Honey. What are you feeling right now?

SCOTTIE continues to color.

MOMMY
Are you...angry at mommy?

SCOTTIE colors.

MOMMY
Are you...sad that Donald...Unkers...is gone.

SCOTTIE colors. Doesn't show any sort of response.

MOMMY
Do you...want to talk to mommy?

SCOTTIE colors.

MOMMY
I'll...I'll just let you color. Until you want to talk. Okay?

SCOTTIE colors.

MOMMY
Okay.

MOMMY leaves the room. SCOTTIE continues to color. As he does, it rips at the paper, tearing it, not too much, but noticeably. Lights down on this.