Mother! Page #11

The big crowd surrounds HIM. They clamor for his autograph.

They reach to shake his hand. They swoon from his touch.

Many snap pictures with their cellphones.

Stunned, she pushes into the doorway. HIM notices her.

HIM:

My goddess. Come here.

She shakes her head no. The Zealot rushes over to grab her.

ZEALOT:

Come!

MOTHER:

No, stay away from me!

HIM:

No, please leave her. Thank you.

The Zealot does immediately. HIM comes to Mother.

HIM:

They love it. They understand allof it, but it effects every one ina different way. It is remarkable.

Come, they want to meet you. Come.

MOTHER:

No. I don’t want to. I don’t want

to. Come inside.

HIM:

But they’ve come from so far-

MOTHER:

Look at me! I’m about to have our

baby. Why is that not enough for

you?

HIM:

Of course it’s enough. I’m not

going anywhere. I’m here with you.

MOTHER:

I want to be alone with you.

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HIM:

I’m with you. Give me a second.

She tears up. He turns back to the crowd. They CHEER again.

She closes the door. Then, after a beat, she locks it. She

marches towards the

STAIRS:

And sees the SUPPLICANT and her SON in the

DINING ROOM:

Rushing into the pantry.

SUPPLICANT:

Come, quick. Just hang in there,

hold it in.

MOTHER:

Hey!

She cuts them off in the

PANTRY:

The uninvited guests stop short.

MOTHER:

Excuse me-SUPPLICANT

Do you know where the bathroom is?

MOTHER:

You need to leave.

SUPPLICANT:

Where should I go?

MOTHER:

I don’t know, but you can’t be inhere.

SUPPLICANT:

But my son... He...

The Supplicant looks down at her child. He’s peeing himself.

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MOTHER:

Oh. Okay. Come with me.

SUPPLICANT:

Thank you so much. I’ll come back

and clean up.

Mother notices the back door is open.

MOTHER:

Did you open this?

She closes the back door and locks it.

SUPPLICANT:

(to Son)

Okay here we go. Just a little bitlonger. It’s okay, we’ll get youall dried off.

MOTHER:

After you’re finished, I reallyneed you to go back outside.

She leads them into the

NURSERY:

Where the PISSER is just finishing using the toilet.

MOTHER:

What are you doing?

PISSER:

How about a little privacy?

Please!

He rushes out the other door where a LINE, a dozen peopledeep behind the LINGERER, snakes into the nursery. She

follows.

MOTHER:

Sir!

LINGERER:

I’ve been waiting a long time.

Excuse me.

The Lingerer pushes past her and shuts the door. She looks

at the line and the LOITERER.

LOITERER:

Hey wait your turn lady.

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Mother turns to the nursery, where the AESTHETE and theEPICURE are taking photos of the blood stain on the floor.

It’s wetter and bloodier than before.

MOTHER:

How did you get in here?

The Aesthete holds a camera up to her.

AESTHETE:

Could you get the two of us please?

MOTHER:

What?

The Pisser takes the camera.

PISSER:

I got it, I got it. Get down right

in front of it.

The Aesthete and Epicure pose for a photo next to the bloodyhole.

EPICURE:

It’s beautiful

MOTHER:

Don’t touch that!

AESTHETE:

It’s so organic.

MOTHER:

All of you need to go outside.

She notices someone lay out a bed roll in the

DRAWING ROOM:

Where the acne-scarred DRUNKARD is settling in for the night.

MOTHER:

Hey! Sir!

He starts to take off his shoes.

DRUNKARD:

I’m just going to lay down for abit. I don’t feel so good.

MOTHER:

No, no. You cannot lie down here.

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DRUNKARD:

Why? Are you staying in here?

MOTHER:

I live here. This is my house.

He starts laughing at her as if she’s telling a joke.

DRUNKARD:

(giggles to himself)

My house. My house. The poet says

it’s everyone’s house!

He lays down and closes his eyes. And he’s snoring. The

front door opens. The Zealot, using HIM’s keys, unlocks it.

He leads a CONTINGENT OF DISCIPLES into the

KITCHEN:

The disciples grab the meal she’s made for HIM. They rush

the sink and fill water jugs. Mother on their heels.

ZEALOT:

Food and drink, my friends.

MOTHER:

Hey!

ZEALOT:

Oh, this is nice. We’ve got

vegetables...

MOTHER:

Stop! All of you!

ZEALOT:

Check the cabinets. And the

fridge.

MOTHER:

What are you doing?

The Zealot grabs Mother’s cake.

ZEALOT:

Oh, beautiful!

MOTHER:

No, no, that’s not for you!

ZEALOT:

He said to share.

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MOTHER:

But it’s not yours!

ZEALOT:

They’re hungry and thirsty.

The Zealot hands the cake off to a disciple.

ZEALOT:

Here you go. Now, take the fruit,

and the cheese and the pickles. Oh

and get those prickly pears.

Mother closes the fridge and moves into the

DINING ROOM:

Where disciples are moving furniture and setting up for ameal. One disciple cuts the cake and hands out pieces.

She sees HIM taking a seat at the table where the DEVOTEEstands with a copy of his book.

DEVOTEE:

Your writing is so beautiful.

MOTHER:

What is this? What are you doing?

He looks at her. Smiles and focuses back on the book in

front of him. He signs it for the Devotee.

HIM:

I’m showing them my appreciation.

More people are lining up for autographs and photos.

Disciples hang LARGE CEREMONIAL PHOTOS of HIM.

Some FOLLOWERS lounge on the ground staring at him.

Then the HERALD, HIM’s publisher, as blingy as she is loud,

enters.

She’s tailed by two excited ABETTORS carrying stacks ofbooks.

HERALD:

My genius! Look at you. The

second printing is here! I wish

you would have told me about this

turn out.

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HIM:

Have you met my-

The Herald spots Mother.

HERALD:

There she is!

She kisses Mother.

HERALD:

The inspiration! All right I haveto be honest, I was a little

worried about him being holed uphere with you.

(turns towards HIM)

I was nervous you’d never writeagain.

HIM:

Of course not!

The Herald turns back towards Mother.

HERALD:

But whatever you did it was worthit. And look at you. You’re ready

to pop. How are you feeling? Are

you hot?

Mother is about to answer.

HERALD:

It’s hot in here, is it me? It’s

boiling maybe someone could turn-

Just then one of the Abettors holds up an ORNATE EMPTY FRAME.

ABETTOR:

I’ve got it right here.

HERALD:

(to Mother)

Will you excuse me?

She inspects the frame.

HERALD:

Let me see it. Oh yes, that’sexactly what I wanted.

She turns back to HIM.

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HERALD:

The original, where is it?

HIM:

(nod to drawing room)

It’s right there, by the desk.

Just then, the Zealot enters from the drawing room, carryingthe original poem. A crowd fills in around him.

ZEALOT:

I’ve got it.

HERALD:

Pardon me.

ZEALOT:

I’ve got it.

The Herald reaches for the poem.

HERALD:

I’ll take that. Thank you.

ZEALOT:

No!

HERALD:

No, it’s okay.

ZEALOT:

No, don’t touch it!

The Herald grabs his arm. He pushes her away.

HERALD:

It’s fine.

ZEALOT:

Don’t touch it!

HIM rushes over.

HIM:

What happened? Hey! Hey! Easy,

easy.

HERALD:

I’m just trying to put it in thisframe.

HIM:

OK, I’ll do it. It’s all good.

Let me see the frame.

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HIM takes the frame. The Zealot hands him the poem. HIM

slips it into the frame.

Mother watches the THIEF grab HIM’s pen and a book from thetable and slip into the

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