Mother! Page #9

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HIM:

Of course, what’s mine is yours!

(spots her)

There you are! My goddess! Come

here, sit. You’ve got to hearthese stories. They are-

She pushes through the crowd to HIM.

MOTHER:

All these people.

HIM:

I know. They’re just letting off

steam.

MOTHER:

They’re painting our house.

The drunk ATTENDANT laughs HYSTERICALLY. He falls back in

his chair and knocks over a glass, spilling wine everywhere.

MOTHER:

I got it.

Mother grabs napkins, mops up the spill. She weaves between

guests with the sopping towel into the

PANTRY:

Where the PHILANDERER and the FOOL sit on the sink.

MOTHER:

Please get down from there.

FOOL:

Sorry. Excuse me.

And they do. Then whisper quietly about Mother.

PHILANDERER:

What’s her problem?

FOOL:

I don’t know.

Mother tosses the napkins into the sink. She grabs the

overflowing trash towards the kitchen. But, she’s cut-off by

the suave ADULTERER.

ADULTERER:

Hey we haven’t met. I’ve known the

family for years. And you?

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MOTHER:

This is my house.

That gets a smile out of the Adulterer. He looks at Mother

in a strange way, like she’s insane.

ADULTERER:

Well, it’s a beautiful home. You

want to take a walk?

MOTHER:

What?

ADULTERER:

A walk. With me.

MOTHER:

No. No.

She spots the Philanderer and Fool, back up on the sink.

MOTHER:

Please-

ADULTERER:

You know what take my number.

Mother turns back towards the Adulterer.

MOTHER:

No, I don’t want your number.

ADULTERER:

Now why would you say that? You

don’t even know me.

(takes out his phone)

Let me give me your number.

She presses for the kitchen. The Adulterer grabs her arm.

MOTHER:

Let go of me.

ADULTERER:

Why?

MOTHER:

Because I don’t know you.

(to the people on thesink)

Get down from there.

PHILANDERER:

From where?

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ADULTERER:

But you see you should, because youdon’t know what I can do for you.

MOTHER:

I don’t want anything from you.

ADULTERER:

Sassy.

MOTHER:

Leave me alone.

ADULTERER:

You know what get out of my face.

You’re an arrogant c*nt.

She’s stunned by his words and shoots him an angry look.

Mother turns back towards the sink, where the sink-sitters

have started to bounce on the counter. It holds.

FOOL:

See, there’s nothing wrong with it.

PHILANDERER:

It’s really okay.

They keep bouncing.

MOTHER:

No, stop doing that! Don’t do that!

Stop!

Then, there’s a loud CRACK, and the sink fully collapses.

The pipes in the wall behind the sink rip through the wall.

Bigger mains in the ceiling collapse through.

Water sprays down on everyone. The crowd screams. Mother

snaps.

MOTHER:

Get OUT! GET OUT! All of you.

People start to head towards the door.

HIM, soaked, rushes in against traffic.

HIM:

What happened?

Mother can barely answer.

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MOTHER:

They won’t listen!

HIM:

It’s all right we’ll fix it, it canbe fixed.

He turns from her to try and stop everybody from leaving-

HIM:

(finds Man, grabs his

shoulder)

Please, don’t go. Don’t go. We’ll

turn it off.

MAN:

It’s been an honor. And we’ll

never forget all you’ve done for

us.

HIM:

Where will you go?

Man pulls away from HIM. Woman gives Mother one last look

before leaving her home. Mother shakes her head as she getssoaked by the spraying water. She rushes down to the

BASEMENT:

Mother finds the water main. Turns it off.

In the dark quiet she hears footsteps of the crowd leaving.

The front door slams shut. Quiet at last.

Then she heads back upstairs to the

STAIRWELL:

The front door is closed. The dining room and kitchen are

trashed.

No sign of HIM. She heads into the

KITCHEN:

She starts to clean. HIM enters, shoulders sunk.

HIM:

They’re gone.

She ignores him.

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HIM:

Come, let’s go to bed.

She continues to clean.

HIM:

You don’t need to-

MOTHER:

Do what? Clean up their mess?

HIM:

We did a good thing. They needed a

place to celebrate life.

needed tonight.

They

MOTHER:

What about what I needed? A boy

died here today! I mopped up his

blood. And you abandoned me.

She storms away into the

STAIRWELL:

He follows her.

HIM:

No. I didn’t abandon you. Theyjust lost a son, they lost two

sons. I was helping them. This is

not about us, it’s about them.

She spins.

MOTHER:

No, it’s not about them, it’s about

you. It’s always about you andyour work. You think that’s gonnahelp you write? Nothing does. I

re-built this entire house, wall to

wall, you haven’t written a word.

HIM:

(snaps; bellowing)

I know! I know! I’m sorry. I

can’t. I can’t write. I can’t

think. All I’m trying to do isbring life into this house.

He charges to the front door and flings it open.

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HIM:

Open the door to new people. New

ideas. You think you can’t

breathe? I’m the one who’s

suffocating here. While youpretend that nothing is wrong.

(mocking)

“Everything will be all right.”

“Everything will be good.” “You’ll

be fine.” You know what? Life

doesn’t always work out the way youwant it to.

MOTHER:

You’re right. Mine certainly

didn’t.

HIM:

Excuse me?

MOTHER:

You talk about wanting kids, butyou can’t even f*** me.

She rushes away from him up the

STAIRS:

A flash of anger bursts through HIM. He grabs her hard and

tries to kiss her. She fights him off. He keeps at it.

Slowly, she stops fighting. Instead she grabs him.

They kiss hard. Real f***ing hard. She devours him. He

devours her.

He lifts her off of her feet and carries her up the stairs.

Raindrops splatter on the skylight. And everything dissolves

into

WHITE:

In the morning, she wakes. Blissful. He lies next to her,

holding her side.

She is content. Fully present.

She takes a deep breath. That makes her curious. She feels

something. No actually she feels the ABSENCE of something.

She takes a DEEP breath. She smiles. Touches her chest.

Takes another breath. She realizes something. Happiness

floods her.

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MOTHER:

I’m pregnant.

She turns to HIM.

MOTHER:

I’m pregnant.

HIM:

Huh?

MOTHER:

We’re going to have a baby.

He chuckles.

MOTHER:

I’m serious.

HIM:

(sobering)

How could you know?

MOTHER:

Because I know.

She looks deep into his eyes. He looks back.

MOTHER:

I’m pregnant.

She starts to cry. Tears of happiness. He believes her.

Tears well up in his eyes and he hugs her.

HIM:

A baby?

MOTHER:

Are you happy?

HIM:

Happy? The most beautiful gift...

And then, he is lost in a thought.

MOTHER:

What?

He flies out of bed naked and rushes for the desk. He

ransacks it for a piece of paper. Finally finds a scrap.

But there’s no pen, he dumps the drawer.

HIM:

Pen... Pen... Pen...

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Then, he practically rolls down the stairs. Mother,

confused, follows after him. She finds him in the

DRAWING ROOM:

On his ass, leaning over the coffee table, scribbling away.

MOTHER:

What are you doing?

He looks up, as if from a dream.

HIM:

(obviously)

I’m writing.

MOTHER:

What?

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