Mother! Page #12

PANTRY:

She grabs a vase sitting on the sink. She slips into the

KITCHEN:

Mother chases after her.

MOTHER:

Hey! Stop! Give that back.

THIEF:

No, I have to have something ofhis.

Mother snatches the vase away.

THIEF:

No!

The Thief lunges for it. They drop it and it SHATTERS.

THIEF:

You did it. Now I gotta findsomething else!

The tone of the room changes. Other DEVOTEES become

RANSACKERS. When all of the fragments are gone theransackers grab whatever they can. Things of value, things

that are worthless.

MOTHER:

Get out! All of you! Stop! This

doesn’t belong to you.

Mother picks up the phone and dials 911.

911 (ON PHONE)

911. What is your emergency?

MOTHER:

Can you help me?

911 (ON PHONE)

What is your emergency ma’am?

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MOTHER:

They’re stealing everything.

911 (ON PHONE)

What is-

The PILFERER snatches the phone from her hand.

PILFERER:

Thank you.

MOTHER:

I was using that...

PILFERER:

(teaching)

It’s all right. Share. Like the

poet says.

The PLUNDERER grabs the phone. Pulls it out of the wall.

PLUNDERER:

(laughing)

Yeah, SHARE!

PILFERER:

That’s not right.

Several people with various souvenirs rush past her throughthe hallway as Mother returns to the

DINING ROOM:

Where HIM is now on his feet in a small circle of autographseekers -they hug him, have him sign books, and take selfieswith him. It’s a mix of cheering and crying and shouting.

All circling around HIM. A release of love and joy.

MOTHER:

Stop!

The NOVITIATE buries her head into HIM, weeps and won’t let

go. With gentle hands to her forehead and arm, he pushes herback. But his hands are stained with ink and they leave anINK SMUDGE on her forehead.

Mother pushes through the madness. Someone tries to grab

her. She pushes them away, careful to protect her verypregnant stomach.

MOTHER:

Stop! Stop touching him!

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Other autograph seekers see the smudge and covet it.

MOTHER:

They’re ruining everything.

HIM:

Those are just things. They can be

replaced. Don’t worry.

The Herald appears with the CHRONICLER and his camera.

HERALD:

Coming through please. Forgive me,

just a few shots.

HIM:

Of course.

MOTHER:

No... No...

HERALD:

(to Chronicler)

Make sure you’re getting him.

Flashes start flashing. Mother starts to pull away.

HERALD:

No, don’t go.

But Mother pulls away. She sees the Zealot lead a dancingcrowd in some type of formation dance. He jumps and slideswhile holding the framed original poem on a stick. She

marches up the stairs to the

MASTER BEDROOM:

Mother shuts the door and goes to the window. In the

darkness outside, she sees more people approach.

She’s unsure what to do. She presses her hands against thewall and closes her eyes into the

DARKNESS OF HER IMAGINATION

The house breathes hard. The pipes creak and cry. The wires

throb. The house is scared. We see the soul of the house

retreating, twisting away. Back in the

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MASTER BEDROOM:

She makes up her mind. She zips up her hospital bag, grabsit, and marches down the stairs. She pauses at the

HALF LANDING:

The wall covering the door to the study is now plastered withceremonial photos of HIM. In front of it, the Zealot appliesink smudges to devotees’ foreheads one by one. Disciples

keep the long line of waiting devotees orderly.

DISCIPLE:

Step forward.

A female devotee steps forward.

ZEALOT:

His words are yours. If youplease, pin your thoughts on thewall.

She pins a photo to the wall and receives an ink smudge. Now

it’s the next devotee’s turn.

DISCIPLE:

Step forward.

ZEALOT:

His words are yours, dear.

Mother walks down the stairs, pushing past the long line ofdevotees towards the

FOYER:

Where a THRONG parties. Popping Champagne. Making out.

Laughing. More revelers pour in the front door, knockingeach other over. Friends greet and hug each other. The

party spills towards Mother.

She looks for the back door. The dining room has evolved

into a full on dance party. So has the kitchen.

The Herald spots her.

HERALD:

There you are! Where have you been

hiding?

As flashbulbs fire, Mother spins the other way into the

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HALLWAY:

Where the HEWER saws an archway in half. Mother, shocked,

charges him. He slices off the jamb on the basement door andyanks it away.

MOTHER:

Why are you doing this?!

HEWER:

Proof we were here.

Mother pushes into the

NURSERY:

Where disciples carry off the crib.

MOTHER:

No... Don’t...

Mother accidentally steps on the bloody stain. Her foot

plunges through the moist and rotten wood. Disgusted, she

pulls her foot out and slips into the

BATHROOM:

Where LOOTERS strip the fixtures off the walls.

She hurries into the

KITCHEN:

Where the looting has escalated. A group of SWEATY LOOTERS

pry the stove off the wall. Others stand on the island,

trying to get to the ceiling lights. Someone knocks over the

island crashing everyone to the ground. Mother hurries into

the

PANTRY:

FANS flood in through the back door. She fights to get pastthem and their shrieks to freedom but the Zealot grabs her.

ZEALOT:

Hey!

MOTHER:

No! Let go.

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ZEALOT:

No you can’t leave, he loves you.

She pulls away. She pushes harder towards the back door.

HIM rushes in. The crowd surges towards him. Disciples push

them back and clear the room. Devotees screech for the poet.

HIM sees her hospital bag.

HIM:

Where are you going? Don’t go.

MOTHER:

You don’t want me here.

HIM:

Come here.

MOTHER:

I can’t.

HIM:

Please. I have to tell yousomething.

Just then, she SHAKES with a contraction.

HIM:

What?

She can’t answer. He understands and shifts.

HIM:

The baby? The baby?

Mother nods. He scans the looming crowd.

HIM:

(to Mother)

Okay, come here. Come, come.

(to disciples)

We need space! We need space!

A disciple locks the back door. Others try to help HIM find

a path through the crowds.

HIM:

(to Mother)

Hold on here, I’ll be right back.

He tries to find a path into the

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HALLWAY:

Where the people continue to beg for his attention, hissignature, his image.

HIM:

Give us some room!

He shoves the masses back. The populace resists. They start

to boo.

HIM:

Give us some room, give us some

room.

Behind Mother, OFFICERS OF THE LAW burst through the back

door, glass smashes, the door frame cracks. They arrest

disciples.

Mother grabs the passing DEPUTY.

MOTHER:

Help me. Help me-DEPUTY

Hands off!

He spins her around to cuff her.

MOTHER:

No! Please don’t! Please don’t!

My baby!

HIM yanks the cop away.

HIM:

Get off her!

The Deputy sprays HIM with pepper spray. Part of the blast

hits Mother’s face. She screams.

She spins away as a line of OFFICERS tackle HIM to the

ground.

Mother’s eyes burn as she pushes into the

KITCHEN:

Where MINING-LOOTERS attack the floor, tear into the house’s

foundation. The sink is ripped out. No water. So she

stumbles into the

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GUEST BATHROOM:

Mother, eyes watering, heads for the tub, water. The

FORNICATOR sobs on the lip. He laments the requiem.

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