Five Plays. Samuel D. Hunter

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       Oh, God.

      MAX: Hey, man . . .

      EDDIE: What are you—? It’s past midnight, what are you doing / here?

      MAX: Sorry, I sort of—I made a mess in the kitchen? Sorry.

      EDDIE: What do you mean?

      MAX: Look I was the last one left closing and I accidentally ran into one of those big jugs of canola oil and I—

      EDDIE: Oh.

      MAX: I didn’t spill the whole thing, it’s just—it made a big mess. And it’s a bitch to clean up.

      EDDIE: Sure.

      MAX: What are you doing here so late?

       (Pause.)

      EDDIE: I just—. Some paperwork.

      MAX: It couldn’t wait until morning?

       (Pause.)

      EDDIE: I guess I just didn’t feel like being in my apartment right now.

      MAX: Oh. (Pause) Dude, no offense, but you really should stop inviting your family over here.

      EDDIE: Yeah. Well, you don’t have to worry.

      MAX: Sorry, I just. That was fucked up. Why did he freak out like that?

      EDDIE: I don’t know, I just—. I made a mistake. (Pause) Do you see your family ever?

      MAX: Not really. Like I said, I’m not exactly welcome around that house anymore.

      EDDIE: So what do you do?

       (Pause.)

      MAX: What do you mean?

      EDDIE: I mean, how do you—? Who do you spend time with?

      MAX: Dude I never stop spending time around people. A group home doesn’t offer much in the way of privacy.

      EDDIE: Oh, sure.

      MAX: Believe me, if I could, I’d get as far away from everyone else as possible. Build my own cabin in the woods, all Walden and shit. Like your great-grandpa’s place, maybe I should just move in there.

      EDDIE: Well, it’s—you wouldn’t want to live there now. Place is barely standing. Windows are all gone, there’s a tree that fell a few years ago, caved in part of the roof on the east side.

       (Pause.)

      MAX: Wait a minute, are you talking about that place on Elm? With the red door?

      EDDIE: How do you know that?

      MAX: Dude, that’s nuts! Me and my friends used to party there!

       (Pause.)

      EDDIE: Oh.

      MAX: God, that’s—your family used to own that place?

      EDDIE: Yeah. Not for a while now, but yeah.

      MAX: That place was awesome. We could park behind those trees in the back so the cops didn’t know we were there. My friend Chris got his teeth knocked out when he fell out of one of the windows on the second floor. I know people who lost their virginity there.

      EDDIE: Oh.

      MAX: That’s hilarious.

      EDDIE: Yeah, it’s—. (Pause) You still go there?

      MAX: Oh no, not for years. (Pause) Well, listen, I’m gonna finish up in / the—

      EDDIE: We could go there together sometime, maybe.

       (Pause.)

      MAX: What do you mean?

      EDDIE: I mean just—hang out, take some food. It’s really nice, it’s—. We could do it this weekend.

       (Pause.)

      MAX: Yeah maybe.

       (Uncomfortable silence. Max looks away.)

      EDDIE: Look, I’m not trying to—. I just thought we could hang out, have dinner or something. No big deal. (Pause) I’m making you uncomfortable.

      MAX: No, you’re not it’s—

       (Isabelle enters from out of the kitchen, looking disheveled.)

      ISABELLE: Hey.

      MAX: Hey, um. Thought you said you were going to leave through the back?

      ISABELLE: It was locked, I waited forever.

       (Another uncomfortable silence.)

      MAX: Isabelle was just helping me clean it up, we closed together.

      EDDIE: Oh.

       (Pause.)

      ISABELLE: Look Eddie we’re sorry, but he lives in that group home thingy and my roommate is all judgy.

      MAX: Oh my God.

      ISABELLE: We’re all adults! We can talk about this like adults! (To Eddie) We’ve only done it three times, and we won’t do it again. And we’ve never contaminated anything or whatever. We just do it on the floor, missionary, with most of our clothes on. And I never do any of his meth, I swear.

      MAX: Why are you still talking?!

      EDDIE (To Max): Wait—you’re on meth? Right now?

       (Pause.)

      MAX: I’m not like on it, I just—. I only do a little bit.

      EDDIE: A “little bit”?

      MAX: It’s not like before, I just do a tiny bit before we— . . . It’s just recreational, I’m not using like I did before. Having sex on a little bit is amazing, and I’m not like addicted anymore—

      EDDIE: Are you hearing yourself? What the hell is wrong with you?

       (Uncomfortable silence.)

      ISABELLE: Um, okay. I’m gonna—go. (Exiting, to Eddie) Sorry? We won’t do it again?

       (Isabelle exits.)

      MAX: I’m gonna go, let’s—forget about all of this, okay?

      EDDIE: You know, I gave you this job because you told me you were getting clean.

      MAX: Jesus, were you listening to me?! I just did a little bit, it’s СКАЧАТЬ