revision on daisy.
ok, I took some people's advice. Whaddya think? (its likey that there will be more revisions tonight. ugh.
Daisy.
(Mike sits on a couch flipping through channels. Appears to be in early thirties. His cell phone rings and he fumbles in his pockets and sees “Joe’s cell”.)
MIKE: Yo, what’s up Joe!
JOE: (whispers.) I don’t know what to do.
MIKE: What? What’s up? I can’t hear you.
JOE: (his voice shakes, but he speaks louder) I don’t know what to do.
MIKE: (Shuts off TV. Looks worried.) What’s going on? You sound weird. Is everything all right?
JOE::She’s gone.
MIKE: Who’s gone? Wendy?
JOE: No.
MIKE: Who? Talk to me, man.
JOE: Daisy. It’s Daisy.
MIKE: What? Damnit Joe, I thought you stopped fooling around with her! (Joe doesn’t respond.) Well, if she dumped you, good! Wendy’s a good woman. If you’re lucky she’ll never find out.
JOE: She didn’t dump me.
MIKE: Then, what the hell are you talking about?
JOE: We were…she…. Oh, god. I’m in trouble.
MIKE: Where are you? Are you drunk?
JOE: No. (Pauses.) I’m at her house. (Whimpers)
MIKE: You’re at her house? Shit, Joe. When is Wendy coming home?
JOE: Tonight.
MIKE: Go home.
JOE: I can’t go. I’m in trouble and I need your help.
MIKE: What do you mean? What happend?
JOE: It all happened so fast.
MIKE: (more stressed.) What happened?
JOE: I just stopped by to tell her it was over. I really did. Mike, I didn’t mean to do it. Mike…
MIKE: You didn’t mean to do what?
JOE: I came to tell her it was over, but before I got a chance… She was wearing that dress. The one she thinks is ugly, but she looks so beautiful. She said Wilson wasn’t coming home ‘till late and... I just couldn’t help it. She looked so pretty. (Joe begins to sob.) I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.
MIKE: So, you had sex with her, it’s not like it’s the first time. Did you tell her it was over?
JOE: I tried. But she just wouldn’t listen. I got so scared. I hit her, Mike. She said she was going tell Wendy. I told her it was over and she said she was going tell Wendy and I hit her. I didn’t mean to do it. You know that. I never hit a woman in my life. You know that. Oh, god. Please. Oh god. What do I do…
MIKE: Calm down. Hold on. (Pauses letting the information soak in.) Where is she?
JOE: In front of me. There’s blood everywhere. I think she hit her head on something. Mike, She isn’t breathing and there is blood everywhere.
MIKE: Shit, Joe. I cant deal with this.
JOE: Please. (pause.) I helped you remember?
MIKE: What are you talking about?
JOE: You stole that money, and I lied for you, remember?
MIKE:That’s different. I wasn’t hurting anyone.
JOE: Except Martinez. (pause.) please, as my friend since high school. Help me.
MIKE:(Pause.) Are you sure she’s dead?
JOE: Yes. She’s gone. She is so pretty, and she’s gone.
MIKE: Joe...
JOE: I can’t to jail. I cant. It’ll kill Wendy and she’ll hate me. She’ll never talk to me again. I’ll be in jail and they will all hate me. The kids, my job. My wife. Everything gone. Mike, you gotta help me. I got to do something. I got to do something.
MIKE: I don’t know man. This is serious.
JOE: It was an accident. I swear. I didn’t mean to.
MIKE: I know. I know. (Pauses.) Listen Joe, does anyone else know you there? Did you tell anyone where you were going?
JOE: No, the kids weren’t home from school when I left.
MIKE: Could she have told anyone you were coming over?
JOE: No. She didn’t know I was coming by.
MIKE: Any of her neighbors see you?
JOE: What does it matter? (Pauses.) She doesn’t have any. She lives in The Winston Hills. Everyone’s is so far away. (Starts to cry again.) I can’t believe this is happening.
MIKE: At least that’s good. I need you to calm down. How long have you been there?
JOE: I don’t know. I don’t know. There’s blood everywhere.
MIKE: I need you to think, Joe!
JOE: Since about Three or four. I don’t know. It all happened so fast.
MIKE: All right, well, it’s only eight. (Pauses.) Your fingerprints. Think about that. Where would they be?
JOE: Everywhere. I’ve been here a thousand times.
MIKE: All right, that’s normal. She has you stop by for work a lot doesn’t she?
JOE: Sometimes.
MIKE: All right, we’ll figure out the details later. Who opened the door you or her?
JOE: I don’t know.
MIKE: The police will check for fingerprints. Will they find her’s or yours?
JOE: The police?
MIKE: Yes the police. They tend to check things when someone is found murdered. Did you leave anything there?
JOE: Murder? I’m not a murderer. It was an accident. I didn’t want her dead! Oh god. Oh my fucking god.
MIKE: Joe, this is important! Who opened the door?
JOE: (pauses.) She did. I knocked and she opened the door.
MIKE: Do you have anything still there? Anything that could be evidence you were over?
JOE: No. She was always so careful. Cleaning up so well before I even left, so we wouldn’t get caught. (Softly.) We…
MIKE: All right, you need to get out of the house. Don’t touch anything. When you leave don’t touch the door handle. Use your sleeves to open it. And be quiet!
JOE: Okay. Okay. (Joe begins to hyperventilate. Mike can her him in between gasps.) It smells. It smells so bad.
MIKE: Joe, you need to calm down right now. Drive to my house. I’ll tell Wendy I got you too smashed to drive home. Just drive straight here. (Pause.) Okay Joe? (Pause.) Okay? (Pause.) Breathe!
JOE: (his breathing slows down after a couple seconds.) Okay. I’m coming.
MIKE: Just get over here. Don’t speed. You can’t afford to get pulled over, right now. Take the back roads, too many people know you in this town. Just get over here.
JOE: Okay. I’m coming.
Scene2: Mike’s apartment
(Joe parks in a Visitor’s Parking spot and stumbles up two flights of stairs to Mike’s apartment. His face is glistening with sweat and he is mumbling to himself. His eyes are wide with a childlike fear and a small dark spot can be seen just to the left of the zipper on his black slacks. Joe knocks furiously on Mike’s Door. He waits for a moment that feels like forever and raises his fist to knock again when the door opens. An arm reaches out and pulls him inside the house.)
MIKE: What are you doing? Be quiet! (Mike sniffs the air.) I thought you said you weren’t drunk.
JOE: (Joe walks to couch and sits down.) I helped myself to a bit of her Whiskey before I left. I figured it would be the last time I would be able to have a drink there again.
MIKE: Please tell me your kidding. Jesus, Joe, what if you got pulled over! A DUI and murder? What do you think Wendy will think about that? Here I am sticking my ass out on the line for you and your not even willing to pull you own goddamned weight around.
JOE: I’m sorry; I used my handkerchief at least. I didn’t touch the bottle. (His eyes go wide again and she stares at the wall for a moment. Then he burys his face in his hands and his shouoders shake.) She’s gone and it’s all my fault, and I just drank her Whiskey and left here there. Oh god, I’m going to die. (Joe begins to rock back and forth. His voice is muffled and thick.) What have I done? What have I done?
MIKE: AT least my story will stick. You are to drunk to go home. Do you need a smoke?
(Joe doesn’t respond. His is quiet and stops moving, but his face is still in his hands. Joe looks at his friend unsure of what to do. He reaches in the pocket of his shirt and pulls and a carton of cheap cigarettes that looked like they had been sat on. He puts the pack on the table and talks as he walks towards his room.)
MIKE: We’ll talk about this in the morning. Try to get some sleep. I’ll call Wendy and tell he your staying here tonight. I’ll tell I needed a friend to drink with.
JOE: Thanks, Mike. (Pause.) Mike?
MIKE:(Mike stops) Yea?
JOE: I gotta tell you something.
MIKE:what?
JOE: I kissed her.
MIKE:You kissed her?
JOE: She looked so pretty laying there with her pretty blonde hair all soaked with blood spread across the black tile floor. (Pause.) Prettier than she ever was alive.
MIKE: Go to bed, your drunk.
JOE: I do anything to get her back.
MIKE: Don’t think about it now. Think about Wendy and the kids. I’ll talk to you in the morning.
(Mikes bedroom door closes.)
JOE: (mumbles quietly to himself now.) Yea. Wendy. The kids. Yea. She looked so pretty. Laying there so pretty. Sexier than she ever looked alive.
(Joe stares past the wall with eyes wide and blank. He gets up and calmly picks up his keys and coat. He pulles out two cigarettes from the pack on the table. One he puts behind his ear. The other, he puts in his mouth and lights with a book of matches that was in his pocket.)
JOE:One last time, my love.
(Joe quietly exits the apartment; his eyes, glazed and staring.)
Daisy.
(Mike sits on a couch flipping through channels. Appears to be in early thirties. His cell phone rings and he fumbles in his pockets and sees “Joe’s cell”.)
MIKE: Yo, what’s up Joe!
JOE: (whispers.) I don’t know what to do.
MIKE: What? What’s up? I can’t hear you.
JOE: (his voice shakes, but he speaks louder) I don’t know what to do.
MIKE: (Shuts off TV. Looks worried.) What’s going on? You sound weird. Is everything all right?
JOE::She’s gone.
MIKE: Who’s gone? Wendy?
JOE: No.
MIKE: Who? Talk to me, man.
JOE: Daisy. It’s Daisy.
MIKE: What? Damnit Joe, I thought you stopped fooling around with her! (Joe doesn’t respond.) Well, if she dumped you, good! Wendy’s a good woman. If you’re lucky she’ll never find out.
JOE: She didn’t dump me.
MIKE: Then, what the hell are you talking about?
JOE: We were…she…. Oh, god. I’m in trouble.
MIKE: Where are you? Are you drunk?
JOE: No. (Pauses.) I’m at her house. (Whimpers)
MIKE: You’re at her house? Shit, Joe. When is Wendy coming home?
JOE: Tonight.
MIKE: Go home.
JOE: I can’t go. I’m in trouble and I need your help.
MIKE: What do you mean? What happend?
JOE: It all happened so fast.
MIKE: (more stressed.) What happened?
JOE: I just stopped by to tell her it was over. I really did. Mike, I didn’t mean to do it. Mike…
MIKE: You didn’t mean to do what?
JOE: I came to tell her it was over, but before I got a chance… She was wearing that dress. The one she thinks is ugly, but she looks so beautiful. She said Wilson wasn’t coming home ‘till late and... I just couldn’t help it. She looked so pretty. (Joe begins to sob.) I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.
MIKE: So, you had sex with her, it’s not like it’s the first time. Did you tell her it was over?
JOE: I tried. But she just wouldn’t listen. I got so scared. I hit her, Mike. She said she was going tell Wendy. I told her it was over and she said she was going tell Wendy and I hit her. I didn’t mean to do it. You know that. I never hit a woman in my life. You know that. Oh, god. Please. Oh god. What do I do…
MIKE: Calm down. Hold on. (Pauses letting the information soak in.) Where is she?
JOE: In front of me. There’s blood everywhere. I think she hit her head on something. Mike, She isn’t breathing and there is blood everywhere.
MIKE: Shit, Joe. I cant deal with this.
JOE: Please. (pause.) I helped you remember?
MIKE: What are you talking about?
JOE: You stole that money, and I lied for you, remember?
MIKE:That’s different. I wasn’t hurting anyone.
JOE: Except Martinez. (pause.) please, as my friend since high school. Help me.
MIKE:(Pause.) Are you sure she’s dead?
JOE: Yes. She’s gone. She is so pretty, and she’s gone.
MIKE: Joe...
JOE: I can’t to jail. I cant. It’ll kill Wendy and she’ll hate me. She’ll never talk to me again. I’ll be in jail and they will all hate me. The kids, my job. My wife. Everything gone. Mike, you gotta help me. I got to do something. I got to do something.
MIKE: I don’t know man. This is serious.
JOE: It was an accident. I swear. I didn’t mean to.
MIKE: I know. I know. (Pauses.) Listen Joe, does anyone else know you there? Did you tell anyone where you were going?
JOE: No, the kids weren’t home from school when I left.
MIKE: Could she have told anyone you were coming over?
JOE: No. She didn’t know I was coming by.
MIKE: Any of her neighbors see you?
JOE: What does it matter? (Pauses.) She doesn’t have any. She lives in The Winston Hills. Everyone’s is so far away. (Starts to cry again.) I can’t believe this is happening.
MIKE: At least that’s good. I need you to calm down. How long have you been there?
JOE: I don’t know. I don’t know. There’s blood everywhere.
MIKE: I need you to think, Joe!
JOE: Since about Three or four. I don’t know. It all happened so fast.
MIKE: All right, well, it’s only eight. (Pauses.) Your fingerprints. Think about that. Where would they be?
JOE: Everywhere. I’ve been here a thousand times.
MIKE: All right, that’s normal. She has you stop by for work a lot doesn’t she?
JOE: Sometimes.
MIKE: All right, we’ll figure out the details later. Who opened the door you or her?
JOE: I don’t know.
MIKE: The police will check for fingerprints. Will they find her’s or yours?
JOE: The police?
MIKE: Yes the police. They tend to check things when someone is found murdered. Did you leave anything there?
JOE: Murder? I’m not a murderer. It was an accident. I didn’t want her dead! Oh god. Oh my fucking god.
MIKE: Joe, this is important! Who opened the door?
JOE: (pauses.) She did. I knocked and she opened the door.
MIKE: Do you have anything still there? Anything that could be evidence you were over?
JOE: No. She was always so careful. Cleaning up so well before I even left, so we wouldn’t get caught. (Softly.) We…
MIKE: All right, you need to get out of the house. Don’t touch anything. When you leave don’t touch the door handle. Use your sleeves to open it. And be quiet!
JOE: Okay. Okay. (Joe begins to hyperventilate. Mike can her him in between gasps.) It smells. It smells so bad.
MIKE: Joe, you need to calm down right now. Drive to my house. I’ll tell Wendy I got you too smashed to drive home. Just drive straight here. (Pause.) Okay Joe? (Pause.) Okay? (Pause.) Breathe!
JOE: (his breathing slows down after a couple seconds.) Okay. I’m coming.
MIKE: Just get over here. Don’t speed. You can’t afford to get pulled over, right now. Take the back roads, too many people know you in this town. Just get over here.
JOE: Okay. I’m coming.
Scene2: Mike’s apartment
(Joe parks in a Visitor’s Parking spot and stumbles up two flights of stairs to Mike’s apartment. His face is glistening with sweat and he is mumbling to himself. His eyes are wide with a childlike fear and a small dark spot can be seen just to the left of the zipper on his black slacks. Joe knocks furiously on Mike’s Door. He waits for a moment that feels like forever and raises his fist to knock again when the door opens. An arm reaches out and pulls him inside the house.)
MIKE: What are you doing? Be quiet! (Mike sniffs the air.) I thought you said you weren’t drunk.
JOE: (Joe walks to couch and sits down.) I helped myself to a bit of her Whiskey before I left. I figured it would be the last time I would be able to have a drink there again.
MIKE: Please tell me your kidding. Jesus, Joe, what if you got pulled over! A DUI and murder? What do you think Wendy will think about that? Here I am sticking my ass out on the line for you and your not even willing to pull you own goddamned weight around.
JOE: I’m sorry; I used my handkerchief at least. I didn’t touch the bottle. (His eyes go wide again and she stares at the wall for a moment. Then he burys his face in his hands and his shouoders shake.) She’s gone and it’s all my fault, and I just drank her Whiskey and left here there. Oh god, I’m going to die. (Joe begins to rock back and forth. His voice is muffled and thick.) What have I done? What have I done?
MIKE: AT least my story will stick. You are to drunk to go home. Do you need a smoke?
(Joe doesn’t respond. His is quiet and stops moving, but his face is still in his hands. Joe looks at his friend unsure of what to do. He reaches in the pocket of his shirt and pulls and a carton of cheap cigarettes that looked like they had been sat on. He puts the pack on the table and talks as he walks towards his room.)
MIKE: We’ll talk about this in the morning. Try to get some sleep. I’ll call Wendy and tell he your staying here tonight. I’ll tell I needed a friend to drink with.
JOE: Thanks, Mike. (Pause.) Mike?
MIKE:(Mike stops) Yea?
JOE: I gotta tell you something.
MIKE:what?
JOE: I kissed her.
MIKE:You kissed her?
JOE: She looked so pretty laying there with her pretty blonde hair all soaked with blood spread across the black tile floor. (Pause.) Prettier than she ever was alive.
MIKE: Go to bed, your drunk.
JOE: I do anything to get her back.
MIKE: Don’t think about it now. Think about Wendy and the kids. I’ll talk to you in the morning.
(Mikes bedroom door closes.)
JOE: (mumbles quietly to himself now.) Yea. Wendy. The kids. Yea. She looked so pretty. Laying there so pretty. Sexier than she ever looked alive.
(Joe stares past the wall with eyes wide and blank. He gets up and calmly picks up his keys and coat. He pulles out two cigarettes from the pack on the table. One he puts behind his ear. The other, he puts in his mouth and lights with a book of matches that was in his pocket.)
JOE:One last time, my love.
(Joe quietly exits the apartment; his eyes, glazed and staring.)