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DRAMA

hello dad!

let me taste your voice

the man with all the answers

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Hello Dad! 

Writer at typewriter and skullI slapped and cut him above the lip.
And the look on his face! Blood dripping into his mouth.
He grabbed my wrists.
No words to explain.
Fucked mi like a soldier. Like I was the enemy. Dripping his blood into my mouth.

SCOUT

(MAKING UP HIS STORY AS HE GOES ALONG)

She... run off with a black man.
She... gone on holidays n not comin back.
She say all I have done for you. All the things in your life n this how repay mi back. Then kick mi out n all because I is... got a tattoo.
She racist n not like my friend.
She hit mi. She hit mi with a stick. A walking stick. She say she cannot cope with mi. With her bad leg. She cannot cope with both.
She say to mi, Go!
She say I pack you a packed lunch for the journey. Then you go!
I argue. I argue all the time. I argue we argue argue argue. And we hit. She hit. I hit. Fight. All the time like monkeys.
She tell mi things I never heard before bout my life. But come here now because want to be meeting you today for the first time since. Since whenever. From the day was born as far as I know.
Hello Dad. I am your son. You are my Dad (PAUSE)
Hi are you Chris, Christian. Hi, Scout, you not know mi but you know my Mum. She gone now. She dead. Why here with you, because have no choice. Here or sitting on the street corner selling my arse n the Big Issue. But know you not want that to be me. Standin on a corner with my arse going for sale, with the Big Issue in the rain.
Know you will want to care for mi n be my Dad.
Hello Dad. Pleased to meet you. You look like mi. I knew you would because I not look like my Mum. She run off with a black man n left mi.
Gone on holiday with her bad leg. And we argue so I cannot live with her any more.
Hello Dad! (PAUSE)

SCENE:

CHRISTIAN (DIRECT, BRAVADO, FOR HIS AUDIENCE)
So I there right, there. Beep beep. Beep beep. There this noise n I sittin up. Beep beep. Literally like submarine in the area. Radar goin off. Bandit approachin. Cannot hear nothin now, but I know not gone stark staring. Literally like, like was mashed out of my tiny like half an hour ago. Fucked n drained n sweaty n needing a good ten hours. Lyin there listenin to her talkin in her sleep. But like like one of those things, where you up n bout. Alert as a dog in a forest hearin somethin move. So there I am, grabs this pair of her drawers. Not even realise what I puttin on. Johnson trapped in this back to front pair of fuckin g-strings. But it too late now, gotta make my move. Her fast asleep for once. Sleep time all bad time in our house. Half the time go downstairs, tell her I fell asleep on sofa. Cannot be doin with listenin to it.
Talkin whinin snoring cryin.
But there it is again. My brain full of cement, not takin much in but I can hear that downstairs noise. Picks up this like - where is the fuckin crowbar? I be like: break the fucker head leave him in the back alley. Will not even remember whose house he in.
Picks up an hair dryer. Big black fuckin dildo of a fuckin hair dryer.
Still plugged in to the extension lead.
But Am like what the fuck else?
Creeping down the stairs to the kitchen. This guy there. Big guy. Knockin on six foot. But he not broad in any way. Slim, wearin shorts - fuckin shorts n a vest. Makes you think but me not thinkin.
He got the fridge door open n he moochin over by the microwave. Next thing he knows. His face is in the fuckin microwave. Smashin his head into a plate of beans.
Am like cunt cunt cunt. He not got a nose by the time I finished with him.
Still got the fuckin hairdryer in my hand.
His head now. Streaming with the blood. So I shoves his face down in the sink. Blood going all over. Hands up behind his back.
The boy is my fuckin bitch.
Bent over.
So there only one thing to do.

(TRIES TO STOP HIMSELF FROM LAUGHING)

Put the plug in the sink. Plug the hairdryer in. Turn on the tap. Elbow on the back of his head. I says, I says you got thirty seconds. I switches on the hairdryer let him hear it.
Explain yourself. Twenty nine twenty eight twenty seven.
He gibbering but I cannot hear him for the fuckin hairdryer. And his mashed up nose is not helpin.
Do you get it yet? I says. Like me n you, electricity n water, they not get on together. I explainin like he fuckin thick cos he not seem to get it. Trying to fuckin grapple his way out of it. Spittin words at me: Christ Christian Christ Christian.
But if Jesus is listenin this Christian certainly is not.

(PAUSE)

Holding his head. And gonna do it. Not before but am now cos he pissing me off. Stamping on my fuckin bare feet. Making mi very angry.
In SHE comes then. Dragging mi off. Literally. Dragging mi off. I going, I gonna fuckin kill him. He like: Moira he tryin to kill mi. I like excuse me? Please?
Thing is is her brother. He stayin the night but no one told me. Do not wanna know. Say to him, call this a fuckin lesson.
If I not got the information, I not got the knowledge of who he is. He just some mook doin a burglary of a dwelling house. Well not this dwelling house, cowboy.
Her, tries to give me ultimate grief later. Wants mi out of the house. But tell her it her I protecting. She worry people look at her, talk bout her, want to get at her. She the one get mi thinkin, get mi doing thing.

SCENE:

SOMEONE IS KNOCKING, CHRISTIAN ANSWERS THE DOOR.

SCOUT
Hello!

CHRISTIAN
Yeah.

SCOUT
Hi.

CHRISTIAN
What?

SCOUT
Hello.

CHRISTIAN
What? What is your fuckin problem pal?

SCOUT
Can I come in?

CHRISTIAN
What?

SCOUT
Can I come in n talk to you?

THE DOOR SLAMS. A PAUSE, THEN THE BELL RINGS AGAIN. DOOR OPENS.

CHRISTIAN
What? What!

SCOUT
Hello.

CHRISTIAN
Do you want me to hit you? I do not wanna buy, I do not want you to sell. If you kicked your ball in here it becomes my property. Now you got five seconds to vacate my driveway before I kick seven kinds of shit out of you.

SCOUT
Need to speak to you.

CHRISTIAN
You broke something of mine? You stolen from me?

SCOUT
Have to tell you something.

CHRISTIAN
What? You got five seconds.

SCOUT
You are my Dad. I am your son.

CHRISTIAN
What?

SCOUT
I am your son.

THE DOOR SHUTS. THE BELL RINGS. THE DOOR OPENS AGAIN.

SCOUT
We look like each other.

CHRISTIAN
I do not look like you.

SCOUT
We look like each other.

CHRISTIAN
I am handsome n tall n you a ugly midget.

SCOUT
Still growing.

CHRISTIAN
Not interested. If you not out of here in five seconds, I call the police.

SCOUT
You never call the police.

CHRISTIAN
What?

SCOUT
Mum told mi. She said you never call the police.

CHRISTIAN
Who are you?

SCOUT
Your son. You my Dad.

CHRISTIAN
Who are you? Do you live round here, but no, cos you know better not to start vexating mi.

SCOUT
Not live round here. Come long way. It took mi a long time to find you.

CHRISTIAN
So what your name?

SCOUT
Scout. Scout Heysham. My Mum called mi that because of where she met you. In Heysham. You were at the caravan park.

CHRISTIAN
What you goin on bout?

SCOUT
You were, I know you were.

CHRISTIAN
How old are you?

SCOUT
Sixteen. My birthday tomorrow, tonight, midnight. That why I come. Can get a job. Not expect you pay for mi. Want to live with you. Get to know you. My Mum run off on holiday with a man with a broken leg. So I not got nowhere else to go.

CHRISTIAN
So what your Mum name?

SCOUT
Dee or Lil people call her. Name is Delilah Bright. She said you called her My-My.

CHRISTIAN
Fuck.

SCOUT
Can I come in, Dad? Gettin soaked out here. Coat not very waterproof. Need to get a new one but coats cost money.

CHRISTIAN
How old did you say you were?

SCOUT
Sixteen, bout to be. Tomorrow. That means I was made by you in the summer. Mum says it all works out. There no mistake possible. And now I seen you I know that you look like mi.

CHRISTIAN
You do not look like me so shut that up for a start.

SCOUT
But.

CHRISTIAN
Moira we got a visitor. Moira!

 
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c 2010 Mark Sullivan

 

 

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