Written by Joe Janes
11/9/09
295 of 365
CAST:
Jolene, 12
Grandpa, 70s
Game Warden Ned, 30s
(Lights up on Grandpa fishing along a stocked lake. Jolene walks up and sits next to him.)
JOLEEN
Thanks for taking the time to teach me to fish, Grandpa.
GRANDPA
Like I always say, “Give a man a fish and eats for the day, teach a man to fish and eats whenever he wants fish.”
JOLEEN
I’m so excited.
GRANDPA
Where’s your pole?
JOLEEN
Pole? I don’t have a pole.
GRANDPA
Can’t fish without a pole. You need to go buy one. Nice rod and reel like mine, plus bait and tackle, probably run you around a hundred bucks.
JOLEEN
But I don’t have any money.
GRANDPA
That’s too bad. Then I guess you don’t get to fish. Darn shame, I was looking forward to spending some quality time with my grand daughter.
JOLEEN
Me, too.
GRANDPA
You can watch while I fish.
JOLEEN
And I can help you eat the fish you catch.
GRANDPA
Well, that hardly seems fair. I do all the work and you get to eat the fish. Man needs to learn to get and eat his own fish. You could get a job. Get a job, make some money, buy yourself a rod and reel.
JOLEEN
I’m only twelve.
GRANDPA
I’m only twelve. Sounds like lazy talk to me.
JOLEEN
Could you give me the money to buy what I need?
GRANDPA
That hardly seems to fit the lesson I’m trying to pass on to you, Jolene. But I could loan you the money.
JOLEEN
That would be great.
GRANDPA (taking out wallet)
Here you go. Now, you pay me back within the next month and I won’t charge you interest. After that, the rate goes up to 10%. Think you can handle that?
JOLEEN
Sure. You’re teaching me to fish. I’ll figure something out.
GRANDPA
Good girl. Now, just so happens I have a rod and reel right here. You can take it off my hands for a hundred-fifty.
JOLEEN
But I only have a hundred.
GRANDPA
Hmmmm… That’s a toughie. Tell you what, I’ll make it 125 because you’re family, we’ll increase your line of credit on your loan and it starts accruing interest immediately.
JOLEEN
I don’t know…
GRANDPA
You want to exercise your right to fish, don’t you?
JOLEEN
I want to fish so badly.
GRANDPA
Well, okay, then. It’s a done deal. You aren’t going to be happy until you learn to fish and it breaks my heart to see you unhappy.
JOLEEN
Me, too. Let’s do it.
GRANDPA
Here you go. (He hands her a rod and reel and small tackle box.) Just watch what I do. You’ll pick up on it.
(She watches him and imitates him baiting his hook and gently casting into the water. She catches a fish. Grandpa talks her through bringing it in.)
GRANDPA
There you go. Now, reel it in, gently. Tug just a little bit. Reel it in…reel it in. (She stands up showing off the fish she hooked.)
JOLEEN
Look at me, Grandpa. I can fish!
(Game Warden Ned walks up.)
GAME WARDEN NED
Excuse me, little girl. Do you have a fishing license?
JOLEEN
A what?
GRANDPA
You need a license to fish, honey. It’s mandatory.
JOLEEN
I didn’t know.
(Game Warden Ned takes the fish, unhooks it, and throws it back into the lake.)
GAME WARDEN NED
I’m afraid I’ll have to take you back to the station and fine you $500. Let’s go.
(He grabs her arm and takes her off.)
JOLEEN
I don’t have the five hundred dollars. Bye, Grandpa.
GRANDPA
Bye, Jolene. Don’t forget that money you owe me. (Pause) Sweet girl. Too bad she’s such a parasite on society.
(He feels a tug on his line. Blackout.)
