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“STRIP” (SHORT PLAY)

In Plays on February 17, 2010 at 3:51 PM

STRIP

By Tommy Smith

Contact:
Corinne Hayoun | CAA
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New York, NY 10010
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chayoun@caa.com

REED, forties

BETH, twenties

TENDER, thirties

for sticky

Originally produced at the Bowery Poetry Club, Feb. 2010.  Commissioned by Blue Box Productions for Sticky.  REED: Brian McRobbie; BETH: Beth Hoyt.

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REED

Hey.

BETH

Hey.

REED

Hey I’ll just have a seat.

BETH

Yeah.

REED

Okay.  Okay.  Thanks for, yeah.

BETH

Yeah.

REED

Meeting me.

BETH

No problem.

REED

Haven’t seen you in a little.  I mean, like this.  In the light of day and not –

BETH

Not at my work.

REED

Yeah at the place where I saw you –

BETH

It’s my job, I didn’t expect you to come in –

REED

No, no, you’re totally right.

BETH

You and mom live in the suburbs, I mean I think they have some near our house don’t they?

REED

I can’t go to the ones near the house.

BETH

Why not?

REED

Your mother saw the car.

BETH

Really?

REED

Yeah she saw it parked outside.

BETH

Mom’s crafty.

REED

Yeah, she’s the fucking devil.

BETH

Where is she now?  Where does she think you are now?

REED

Your mother is at a movie with her friends.

BETH

Mom has friends?

REED

She made friends with some other women.

BETH

Yeah?

REED

Yeah apparently I’m not entertaining enough anymore that she needs friends.

BETH

What are they seeing?

REED

Something with that British guy.

BETH

I like that guy.

REED

Some romantic story.

BETH

REED

You just didn’t tell me you did that I mean we haven’t been in touch very much these last few months –

BETH

No, no, I hear you.

REED

I just didn’t know.

BETH

Yeah.

REED

I wouldn’t have had my pants down if I knew it was you.

BETH

REED

So um, how’s the apartment?

BETH

Oh good.

REED

Yeah do you still have that roommate?

BETH

No she smelled like rice.

REED

Okay.

BETH

Yeah she just smelled like rice all the time so I decided to throw her out.

REED

Really?

BETH

Yeah it was really bad.

REED

Who lives with you now?

BETH

Nobody does.

REED

Jeez isn’t that expensive?

BETH

No I can afford it now.

REED

Right.

BETH

My new job pays okay.

REED

Your job.

BETH

Yeah.

REED

See I thought you were working at that theatre.

BETH

No I quit that.

REED

Why?

BETH

It was just an internship.

REED

Oh.

BETH

So the theatre didn’t give me a salary or anything.  Apparently it happens all the time but its really just slave labor.  I guess I was getting experience but, you know, hard to pay bills with experience.  And they would have us read all these awful plays but then every now and then there would be a good one and we would be like, do this one.  But then they always did some black play.

REED

What’s that?

BETH

Like a play about black people’s history in this like uplifting context.

REED

I think that’s great for the morale of the black community.

BETH

Yeah well it didn’t pay anything so …

REED

BETH

Stripping.

REED

Yeah.

BETH

I didn’t even know you liked that.

REED

I don’t, I don’t like it.

BETH

Well I mean you seemed –

REED

Seemed.

BETH

– seemed to like it.

REED

Yes I’m really sorry for that.

BETH

I guess its natural but I never guessed I’d be seeing your –

REED

Yeah.

BETH

boner anytime soon.

REED

Yeah please don’t call it that.

BETH

What do we call it?

REED

Let’s just not talk about it.

BETH

REED

It actually makes me sick.

BETH

Why?

REED

I mean the kind of thoughts I was having before –

BETH

“Is that you, Daddy?

REED

Yeah.  That moment.  Forever etched.

BETH

It wasn’t your fault.

REED

Yeah.

BETH

It didn’t look like me.

REED

No.

BETH

I was in a wig.  And I mean how do you know how I look? When I’m like that.  When I’m naked like that.

REED

I’m really embarrassed honey.

BETH

No come on let’s not do it like that.

REED

I was just mortified.

BETH

I guess I never thought of you as someone who likes that kind of the thing cause –

REED

I’m your dad.

BETH

you’re my dad, yes, but it wasn’t … I don’t feel wrong.

REED

I’ll never be able to listen to that song again.

BETH

Shot Through The Heart?

REED

I’ll never be able to listen to Shot Through The Heart without thinking of your naked body.

BETH

You know I like you, dad.

REED

Huh?

BETH

I like you.

REED

I know.

BETH

Mom and I don’t get along but I like you very much.

REED

Sure.

BETH

I’m still your girl.

REED

BETH

I feel like a drink.  Do you want a drink, dad?

REED

No, I still have to drive back.

BETH

Well I don’t have to drive anywhere so have a drink with me.

REED

I suppose, okay, maybe one.

BETH

Hey guy?

TENDER

Yeah?

BETH

What’s your darkest beer?

TENDER

(says whatever it is)

BETH

Can I get one for me and one for my dad and if you have any beer nuts or snacks?

TENDER

(says whatever they have)

BETH

Im’na take a piss.

REED

Okay.

BETH

Can you pay for these?

REED

Sure.

She leaves.

Tender gives beer.

TENDER

(says amount)

REED

(giving money) Thanks.

TENDER

Did I hear that right?

REED

What?

TENDER

You beat off to a stripper who was actually your daughter.

REED

Yeah.

TENDER

I mean you may want to have quieter conversations if you’re going to do that in public.

REED

Oh, sorry.

TENDER

Yeah there’s other people in the bar.

REED

TENDER

So how was she?

REED

Hmn?

TENDER

Was she … ?

REED

TENDER

Your daughter.

REED

Yeah.

TENDER

I mean was she … ?

REED

Yeah.

TENDER

Yeah?

REED

I mean, yeah.

TENDER

Huh.

REED

Like her mom.

TENDER

No shit.

REED

Better.

TENDER

Did you … ?

REED

Hmn?

TENDER

Did you see her … ?

REED

Yeah.

TENDER

Man.

REED

Like Japanese peaches.

TENDER

And you didn’t … you didn’t know it was her?

REED

Sort of.

TENDER

Yeah?

REED

I mean, this is really fucked up, but I saw her photo in the window.  I was just going to see how she was doing.  We don’t see her much because there were complications with her teenage years and she started blaming her mom and me for some things that she invented.  So we don’t see her much.  And then there she was.  She was right in front of me in the booth.  She had a green wig on.  I’ve never seen her body but my God.  And it was just me and her in this dark space.  My hand is working something in my pocket.  She asks me What I Want Tiger then I see her eyes.  She has my eyes.

Reed drinks almost entire beer.

REED

Fuck.

TENDER

You mind if I put on some music?

REED

No, go ahead.

Tender puts on slow romantic music.

Cell rings.

Reed answers.

REED

Hey miss.

How was it?

Yeah?

Yeah?

Well look I’m still in the city.

Yeah I’m leaving now.

I saw a movie too.

The one with the angry guy who gets bigger.

Beth comes back in.

REED

It was all right.

Okay well about an hour?

All right.

Bye.

BETH

Mother unit.

REED

Yeah, I should really –

BETH

She awaits.

REED

I paid for the beers.

BETH

Cheers me at least.

REED

Oh.  Okay.

BETH

What do we cheers to?

REED

I don’t know.

BETH

Can’t we just cheers?

REED

Yeah I guess.

BETH

We don’t have to commemorate something.

REED

It doesn’t have to mean anything.

They raise their glasses.

BETH

Cheers, daddy.

REED

Cheers.

End of Play.

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