C. L. Bledsoe

Tim (a ten-minute play)

 

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

STACY Ė Late 20ís, reasonably attractive, with hair tied in tight bun. She is a controller.

DAVE Ė Late 20ís, plain, a free spirit of sorts.

 TIME

Now

PLACE

Here

          SCENE: A Kitchen.

AT RISE:  A box of cornbread mix sits on a counter There is a stove, a trashcan.

STACY is stirring beans in a pot. DAVE is drying HIS hands and whistling. DAVE spends most of HIS time standing around, hands in pockets, while STACY remains constantly busy. 

                                                                        STACY

Is that a new song? 

                                                                        DAVE

No...So whatís next? 

                                                                        STACY

Well...Beans are almost done. 

                                                                        DAVE

Cornbread?  

DAVE, whistling, grabs the cornbread mix. STACY watches nervously as HE opens the box, then looks for a bowl, finds it under  the counter, dumps the mix in the bowl. HE reads the box and cracks an egg in the bowl. 

                                                                        STACY

Just get it wet, David.    

                                                                        DAVE

 I know, Stacy. 

DAVE grabs a fork and stirs. 

                                                                        STACY

Just fold it. 

                                                                        DAVE

I know. 

STACY grabs the fork, tosses it in the sink, gets a spatula. 

                                                                        DAVE (CONT'D)

Itís the brand. Itís always crumbly...I can do this, Stace. 

                                                                        STACY

Fold it. 

STACY takes the bowl away from DAVE, who watches, exasperated as SHE stirs. After a few seconds, SHE empties the mix into a pan, sits the empty box on the counter, and hands the empty bowl to DAVE.  

                                                                        DAVE

Oh, thanks. 

DAVE puts the pan in the oven. STACY turns back to stirring the beans. DAVE cleans the bowl in the sink. 

                                                                        DAVE (CONT'D)

            (2 Beats)

How was work? 

                                                                        STACY

All right. Busy. You? 

                                                                        DAVE

It was work.

DAVE grabs the empty cornbread box and manipulates it to emulate a person jumping off a building and screaming No!  Then HE tosses the box in the trash. STACY laughs quickly, almost against HER will.  

DAVE (CONT'D)

Saw Tim today. 

                                                                        STACY

Oh yeah?                                                                        DAVE

At Trader Joeís. Buying broccoli with some girl. Sara.  

STACY digs a cutting board out from a cabinet, sets it in front of HER. 

                                                                        STACY

What happened to Bevan? Did she come to her senses? 

STACY turns, grabs a mango from the bowl, and sets it on cutting board. 

                                                                        DAVE

Dunno.

            (Beat)

So uh, what are we doing? With the mango? 

                                                                        STACY

Mango salsa... Black beans, mango salsa and cornbread. 

                                                                        DAVE

Is it gonna be spicy? 

                                                                        STACY

No.

STACY begins cutting the mango. 

                                                                        DAVE

What can I do? 

                                                                        STACY

Sit there and look pretty, honey.

STACY cuts the mango for several beats. 

                                                                        STACY

How long you give this one? 

                                                                        DAVE

The box saidó 

                                                                        STACY

No, Tim. And...

STACY raises the knife and gesticulates.

                                                                         STACY (CONTíD)

Sara, or whatever you said her name was. 

                                                                        DAVE

Oh. Dunno. She was cute, in that Tim kind of way.  

                                                                        STACY

Slutty? 

                                                                        DAVE

In that Tim kind of way.

            (Pause)

Heís, uh, opened a bar downtown.

STACY stops cutting, looks at him.

                                                                        STACY

A bar? What kind of bar? 

                                                                        DAVE

A bar. With bands. And beer. 

                                                                        STACY

Where? 

                                                                        DAVE

I dunno, downtown. 

                                                                        STACY

Tim. Opened a bar. Tim, the guy whoís had like, a different job every two weeks for the last five years? Tim.  

                                                                        DAVE

Yeah. 

                                                                        STACY

How? 

                                                                        DAVE

I dunno. He bought some old building and remodeled it. 

                                                                        STACY

What building? 

                                                                        DAVE

The one over there by Target on Young Street. That old brick building. I think it used to be a diner. He remodeled it. Did a lot of the work himself, you know. His dadís a retired contractor, so he had some connections. So that cut down a lot, on the money. 

                                                                        STACY

            (Snorts)

Whereíd he get the rest of the money? 

                                                                        DAVE

Investors. I guess...The thing is, remember last year when we loaned him that money? 

                                                                        STACY

(Recalling a sore spot)

Yeah. When you loaned him that $2000? 

                                                                        DAVE

Yeah, well.

            (Pause

                                                                        STACY

That he paid you back. 

                                                                        DAVE

Well, I mean... 

                                                                        STACY

Well?

            (Pause)

 You mean he didn't pay you back?

            (Pause)

You lied?

                                                                        DAVE

No, no no! I invested. He gave me the first dividend check today, see?  

DAVE pulls a check out of his back pocket.

 

$200. I was gonna surprise you with it! See? He's been doing pretty well.  

STACY stares at DAVE. SHE goes to the sink and scrubs the bowl DAVE was cleaning earlier. 

                                                                        DAVE

I already did that. 

                                                                        STACY

Two hundred bucks? 

                                                                        DAVE

Yeah. I was gonna tell you, but I wanted to wait until we got some of it back. We turned a profit in the second month. Which is good, for a new business.  

                                                                        STACY

            (Beat)

Youíre a fucking idiot. 

                                                                        DAVE

Oh, thatís mature. 

                                                                        STACY

Mature? Donít even start! How can you call me immature when youíre giving $2000 to that loser to invest in a bar! 

                                                                        DAVE

How is he a loser? He's paying it back! See? We're making money!           

                                                                        STACY

Yeah, well don't hold your breath till you see the rest of it. 

                                                                        DAVE

You can't ever be happy.  

                                                                        STACY

Maybe if you weren't always making me miserable, I could be happy some times! 

                                                                        DAVE

This was a mistake; trying to discuss this with you.  

                                                                        STACY

No, giving Tim $2000 was a mistake. NOT discussing it with me beforehand was a mistake. Now, youíre way beyond mistakes, youíre in the realm of pure fuck ups. 

                                                                        DAVE

This is exactly why I didnít tell you about it. 

                                                                        STACY

Cause I might talk some sense into you? Good plan.

            (Pause)

                                                                        STACY (CONTíD)

Youíre just like him, you deserve each other. 

                                                                        DAVE

At least he has the balls to try.  

                                                                        STACY

Yeah, it really takes balls to blow other people's money. 

                                                                        DAVE

Most of it was his own money...You have to have investors, everyone has investors. Thatís how you do it. 

                                                                        STACY

Well, Iím glad he followed protocol.  

                                                                        DAVE

            (Beat)

Well, I just thought Iíd tell you, since it's starting to turn around. You donít have to worry about it. It wonít affect you.                                                                       

                                                                        STACY

It does affect me when you throw your money away on stupid...get rich quick schemes! 

                                                                        DAVE

Why is it stupid? It could be the investment of a lifetime.  

                                                                        STACY

Yeah, it could be a goldmine.  

                                                                        DAVE

You're just jealous because someone you wrote off is succeeding. 

STACY studies him for a moment. 

                                                                        DAVE (CONTíD)
 He doesnít hold a grudge against you. Or me. And he could, you know, he really could. 

                                                                        STACY
What are you even talking about. 

                                                                        DAVE
The way Iíve just dumped him off ever since I got with you. The way youíve completely kicked him out of our lives. 

                                                                        STACY
I havenít done anything like that. 

                                                                        DAVE

Bullshit. Every time I even mention Tim, you go ballistic. 

                                                                        STACY

Youíre imagining things. 

                                                                        DAVE

            (Implying more than one thing)

Yeah. I guess I am...  

STACY throws HER hands up as though surrendering and turns to the stovetop. 

                                                                        STACY

Must be nice, always being right. 

                                                                        DAVE
I wouldnít know.
 

STACY stirs the beans again for 2 beats, and then quickly pulls the pan off the stove, realizing itís burning. 

                                                                        STACY

Shit.

STACY opens the oven. 

Shit! 

SHE slams the oven closed and steps back to the mango, which SHE fiddles with.  

                                                                        DAVE

It hasnít even been in ten minutes, itís okay. 

SHE doesnít respond. DAVE squeezes by HER, opens the stove, grabs a towel and checks the cornbread.  

Itís fine. 

STACY glares at HIM for a second, then pushes around HIM, storms off stage. DAVE stares after HER.

 

                                                                        DAVE

Look, Tim asked me to sit in tonight, with the band. Their drummer's sick... 

                                                                        STACY (O.S.)

            (Stunned silence)

Well are you? 

                                                                        DAVE
I dunno...I said I would. 

                                                                        STACY (O.S.)

            (Laughing)

Well I guess you are then. 

                                                                        DAVE
Yeah, well...I won't if you don't want me to. 

                                                                        STACY (O.S.)

It's your life. 

                                                                        DAVE

Why do you hate Tim so much?

STACY reenters carrying TIMíS guitar case, which SHE sets down in front of HIM. 

                                                                        STACY

Because heís dragging you into his never ending... childish...slacker-hood. Just when I thought you were done with thatÖhere, itís got a couple of inches of dust on it, but have fun.         

                                                                        DAVE

You used to like me being a musician.  

                                                                        STACY

I never said anything against you being a musician.  

                                                                        DAVE

Oh bullshit.  

                                                                        STACY

Bullshit? You were the one who gave up playing. 

                                                                        DAVE

Because you hounded me about it.

            (imitating STACYís voice)

"You need to get a real job, something that pays money, you need to stop hanging around with those wastes."

                                                                         STACY

Welcome to the real world, Dave. Here you have to work for a living. You can't hang around smoking pot and spending your parents' money all the time. You have to contribute to society. You have to have a job. 

                                                                        DAVE
Youíre such a Republican. Yeah, working a shit computer job is really doing a lot for the world. Making sure some prick drone's not looking at porn on company time? Really changing the world. Any minute now, the pope's gonna come through that fucking door and give me a medal. 

                                                                        STACY

You know...what makes you so fucking special...you think you deserve a medal? Grow up. If you're so fucking miserable, why are you even here? Why don't you go...get the band back together? Bet they'd love to play at Tim's. Oh, wait; they all have lives now, don't they? Not like you. You're stuck in the past. Waitin' for your medal. 

STACY grabs the mango, throws it away, grabs the beans on the stove, throws the whole pot away. 

                                                                        DAVE

Yeah thanks.

           (Beat)

You gonna eat anything? Look, I'll only be gone a little while. It's just that I should go soon... 

                                                                        STACY

            (laughs)

All right, whatever.  Have fun.  

The phone rings.  

                                                                        DAVE

That's probably him. 

                                                                        STACY

Have fun. 

STACY exits again. DAVE watches HER. 

                                                                        DAVE
You gonna be alright? 

DAVE answers the phone.

 

Yeah, hey. Hang on a second.  

Stares offstage, obviously torn.

 

Stace? 

Hesitates, and then comes to a decision.

 

Hey, look, Tim, Iíll be there in a minute.

Hangs up the phone. Stares offstage for a moment, then stares at HIS guitar case. HE steps over to the guitar case, picks it up and stares offstage again, then slowly exits.

 

BLACK OUT

 

 

 

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