Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Week Two, Day Ten - "Neighbors"

Neighbors
Written by Joe Janes
1/28/09
10 of 365

CAST:
Jason, 30s
Kevin, 20s
Renee, 20s

(Lights up on Jason’s small apartment. Dressed in his modest business casual from work, he is carefully walking a hot bowl of tomato soup from the kitchen to a small table in the living room. He sets the bowl down and begins to eat. He sips away, slowly, spoonful after spoonful. All he is doing is quietly eating his soup. Offstage, from another apartment, we hear loud modern female country music start playing. Jason looks perturbed, but continues eating. Suddenly, the music stops cold.)

KEVIN (off)
Goddammit, Renee, I was listening to that!

RENEE (off)
Turn it the fuck down, Kevin! You’ll wake the baby!

KEVIN (off)
I’ll listen to it however the fuck loud I want. (Music comes back on. Goes back off. Comes back on. Goes back off. We hear a slap. Jason looks shaken.) Oh, what, a big baby. Whatcha gonna do? Call the police? Oh, that’s right, you can’t. Your fuckin’ phone’s been turned off.

(Jason gets up and slowly walks towards the wall where the yelling is coming from.)


RENEE (off)
You bastard! I may not have a phone, but we’ve got neighbors who have phones. Plenty of them!

KEVIN (off)
Oh, that’s a great fuckin’ idea. Let’s get the neighbors to call the police. (He starts pounding on the wall.) Hey! Neighbor! Hey, Buddy! Getting an earful? Call the fucking police. Do it, buddy! Do it! Do me a favor and call the fucking police!

JASON (meekly)
Uh…num, no, thank you.

KEVIN (off)
What? Speak the fuck up! I can’t hear you?

JASON
No, thank you!

KEVIN (off, laughing)
See that, Renee. He don’t want to call the police. He’s got better things to do. Don’t you, Neighbor!

JASON (more to himself)
I have soup.

RENEE (off)
Fuck you, Kevin. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. I’m getting the fuck out of here. I’m taking the baby and I’m leaving.

KEVIN (off)
Fine, get the fuck out of here! See if I care.

RENEE (off)
Fine, fuckface.
(She slams the door.)

KEVIN (off)
Tell your bitch queen mom I said hi and to go fuck herself, too!

(Jason still stands looking startled. We hear her foot steps go down the hall until she knocks on Jason’s apartment door on the opposite side of the stage. Jason moves towards the door, but is frozen. She knocks a few times until…)


RENEE (off)
Hello? …I know you are in there…I can see you through the peephole…

JASON
Who is it?

RENEE (off)
Let me in, please. I’m your neighbor. I need to use your phone….Please…

JASON (opens door)
Hi.

RENEE (entering)
Thank, God. Thank you. Whew! I’m sorry you had to hear all that.

JASON
Oh, you know. Couples have their little spats.

(The female country music starts blaring, again.)

RENEE
Wow, that’s fucking loud. Excuse me, I mean, that’s effing loud. I’m Renee.

JASON
Jason.

RENEE
Hi, Jason. Nice to be out of asshole central. I mean, a-hole central.

JASON
Shouldn’t you have a baby with you?

RENEE
Aw, shit.

(She quickly exits and runs back to her apartment. Jason stands still in his apartment, listening. The music cuts off.)

KEVIN (off)
Well, well, well, lookie whose come crawling’ back. You broke a record, that time!

RENEE (off)
Cram it, Kevin! I just came to get the baby!

KEVIN (off)
Maybe the baby don’t want to go!

RENEE (off)
The baby wants to go. Our baby can’t stand you. Our baby thinks you’re an asshole, asshole!

(She slams the door.)

KEVIN (off)
Bitch!

(Music starts up, again. Renee makes her way back in to Jason’s apartment carrying one of those car seat/carriers with the baby inside.)

RENEE
It’s okay, Travis. Mommy’s here and Jason’s here. Everything’s going to be fine, now.

JASON
The phone’s in the kitchen.

RENEE
…good…?

JASON
Aren’t you going to call the police?

RENEE
Oh, heck, no. Be more trouble than it’s worth. Kevin needs his job.

JASON
But he hit you.

RENEE
He what? Kevin? Kevin didn’t hit me.

JASON
But I heard it. Loud and clear. A big slap


RENEE
I hit Kevin. And then he went and threw a hissy fit. His bark’s way worse than his bite.

(The music stops abruptly, again.)

KEVIN (off)
Hey, neighbor. Hey! Sorry about the yelling! Hey, you there? You hear me?

JASON
Yes! I hear you.

KEVIN (off)
I said I was sorry about all the yelling. Me and the missus, you know. We just go at it sometimes. Don’t mean nothing. We love each other; we just don’t seem to like each other very much. You know? I said, you know?

JASON
Yeah, I know. Sure.

KEVIN (off)
My name’s Kevin… What’s your name?

JASON
Jason.

KEVIN (off)
Any way, Jason. It’s nice to meet you. You sound like a good man. Just wanted to say I’m sorry to be bothering you. My gal, she’s special. I’ll love her till the day I die.

RENEE
Oh, Kevin!

KEVIN (off)
Renee? What the fuck are you doing over there? (Kevin slams the door and run/stomps over to Jason’s apartment while yelling at Renee and bursts in. He and Renee get in to an unintelligible nose-to-nose shouting match with the baby being held between them. Jason grabs his bowl of soup and makes his way out the door. The yelling continues until we hear the female country music start up again. Kevin and Renee stop yelling for a second, look around, and then start yelling at each other, again. Lights fade.)

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8 comments:

Cassie said...

That is so different! What a concept. The fact that most of the action takes place off stage but is still comprehensible is very appealing.

Joe Janes said...

Thanks, Cassandra. And thank my former neighbors for the inspiration.

idjar said...

Very engaging from the beginning with a veracity many can recognize, albeit with a nice gender twist.

My favorite part was 'forgetting' the baby.

Henri Dugas IV said...

Ah..takes me back to the trailer park.

Tomato soup if funny, don't know why, but it is. Gazpacho, even funnier!

Joe Janes said...

Funny you should say that, because when it came to what kind of soup it was, there was no other option for me. Simple and comforting. The kind of soup isn't even mentioned in the dialogue, but I thought it was important in describing Jason's character.

Ha-Ha - The word I have to type in is "forksack." It sounds dirty.

Anonymous said...

I like the ending...they stop, look around, continue their unintellible argument, and the lights fade. Nice!

MJ

Anonymous said...

Agreed, MJ. Realizing they're having the same argument in the new apartment, and feeling a little weird about it, is the mint on this pillow.

That, and forgetting the baby.

Lori said...

Heh heh,
I think you can save "forksack" for one of your one word sketches.