Larry Slade is Full of S***: Act 2, Scene 3

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After a rather interesting evening, Jane reaches out to Charlie for help.

ACT 2, SCENE 3

 

JANE talks on the phone. CHARLIE sweeps. 

 

JANE: No, Alex. Don’t come. I can do it myself… Because I ran out of ideas… I told you what happened… No, I’m not. I don’t know. I didn’t feel like myself… No, Alex. Don’t say that. It’s really bad. 

 

CHARLIE approaches a light fixture with a step-stool; the bulb needs to be replaced. 

 

JANE: But we tried that already. We need more. 

 

CHARLIE steps onto the stool, making a noise. JANE notices and turns. 

 

JANE: What are you doing? 

 

CHARLIE: My job, such as it is. 

 

JANE: You were spying. 

 

CHARLIE: I was curious. Sue me. 

 

): Never mind. He’s just a janitor. Look, I’ll call you tonight. 

 

She hangs up. He unscrews the old bulb and throws it some distance into the garbage can. 

 

JANE: What if you missed?

 

CHARLIE: More work for me. I mean, who gives a shit anymore anyway? 

 

) That’s really cynical. 

 

) I am. It’s bad. But I mean, is that not an appropriate response to what’s going on. I guess you don’t watch the news. 

 

JANE: I can’t. I get scared, but… my dad watches it. 

 

CHARLIE: Oh?


 

JANE: Yeah. 

 

CHARLIE: And this detail is significant because…

 

JANE: Look...can I ask you something?



CHARLIE: Yes, I have a functioning brain. 

 

JANE: No, not that… I mean, like a favor. 

 

CHARLIE: A favor? Hm...this is getting interesting. 

 

JANE: No...can you just…my dad’s dying.

 

CHARLIE: O...K… I mean, I’m sorry. 

 

JANE: Well, he’s an asshole. 

 

CHARLIE: Oh. 

 

JANE: But I have to save him. 

 

CHARLIE: I’m so confused.

 

JANE: Stop commenting! Let me tell it. Slow. I’m not good with words. Don’t pity me. 

 

CHARLIE: I’m not….

 

) Six weeks ago, I was over at my dad’s house, cleaning up. The phone rang. He told me not to answer, but I did. I just did. The lady sounded really serious. Dad looked weird when I gave him the phone. But when he talked to her he got this… I don’t know… like a mannequin. 

 

CHARLIE: Dead eyes. 

 

JANE: Yeah. 

 

CHARLIE: Know them well. 

 

JANE: And then he said “fuck you” and hung up. I asked what was wrong. He wouldn’t answer.  I asked again. He looked at me for a long time. He said, “My heart. Go.” And I did. 

 

CHARLIE: Wow… I mean, I’m surprised he even gets physicals. 

 

JANE: Once a decade or so. He gets curious. 

 

CHARLIE: Yeah, that’s the problem. 

 

JANE: We’re off track.

 

CHARLIE: Okay, keep talking. 

 

) Anyway, my sister came out from the city. She works there. We guilt-tripped him to go back to the doctor’s. He did. Diet and exercise, the doctor said. He took pamphlets. But he threw them out. And last night… I made a salad, he didn’t eat it, that’s all you need to know. 

 

CHARLIE: I’m confused again. 

 

JANE: Just shut up already!... And now, I need your help. 

 

CHARLIE: Me?

 

JANE: You’re depressed right?


 

CHARLIE: Not diagnosed, but pretty sure. 

 

JANE: You want to die, right?

 

CHARLIE: What the fuck? 

 

JANE: You do, don’t you? 

 

CHARLIE: Yes. 

 

She takes the bulb from him and screws it in. It burns bright. 

 

JANE: Well, then you’re coming over for dinner. 


End Scene.


Submitted: February 06, 2021

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