Two-Bit Faust, part two
Part two of my short script Two-Bit Faust. If you missed Part One, you can read it here.
TWO-BIT FAUST – Scene two
INTER TITLE – 10 YEARS LATER
INT. DARREN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
DARREEN sits in a beat up recliner. In one hand he holds a slip of paper that he flips nervously, in the other, he holds a cordless phone. He looks at the piece of paper. In neat, hand written letters it says, “Sophie” along with a phone number. DARREN lays the phone in his lap, takes a long drink from a can of beer, picks up the phone and begins to dial.
KEVIN appears behind him, seemingly from nowhere.
Good evening, Darren.
Jesus, Kevin! You scared the crap out of me!
Occupational hazard I’m afraid.
Um… sorry I said the “J” word in front of you.
I’ll let it pass this time. Just keep the good news to yourself from now on.
You're looking particularly sheepish today, Darren. What are you hiding?
Well, I… I met this girl, I mean, woman… She wants me to call her…
A woman wants you to call? It seems I’ve arrived just in time.
Just in time for what?
To save you from making a horrible mistake.
It’s just a phone call, Kevin. I don’t see how that’s a mistake…
Your naiveté is astounding. Let me tell you what will happen if you make this
phone call. First, you go on a few dates. Soon after, she moves in. After that,
you marry and then come the children. Before you know it, your life is carved
up like a fatted calf. You will have lost your freedom.
But, I’m tired of being lonely…
Being alone is the price of freedom.
Are you alone?
You and the other demons… you’re free. Are you alone?
But I would never surrender my freedom. That is why
we fought. That is why we continue to fight.
Darren, before you make any hasty decisions, spend a night
on the town. Think of it as one final celebration of freedom and
bachelorhood if you will. After that, you are free to follow
your heart without any interference from me. Now, I want
you to go to the Pole Barn and introduce yourself to
Tiffany, another of my protégés… Tell her you
are one of Fernando’s amigos…
She’s a stripper?!… Wait, Fernando?
Yes, Fernando. My name is legion and all that rot.
And please, she’s an exotic dancer, in the same way
you are a fuel replacement technician. Her stage name
is ‘Tough Tif.’ She dresses like a scantily clad
construction worker. It’s almost ironic.
KEVIN removes a small plastic bag from his pocket. He hands it to DARREN, who looks back confused.
A bit of crystal to get the party started.
It’s blue, just like her eyes. You should use
that line. It’s pure gold.
Hurry along Darren. The night beckons.
DARREN slowly puts the bag in his pocket, grabs his coat and hesitantly walks out the door. KEVIN waits until he’s sure DARREN won’t return and lets out a deep sigh. He picks up the piece of paper with Sophie’s number, handling it like a live hand grenade, and places it in an ashtray. He breathes on it and it begins to burn. KEVIN stares at the trail of smoke, expressionless.
Read Part Three.
Below, Idle Playthings Are the Devil’s Hands, 2014.