Mia [Hillary Parker]
Cam [David Brown]
Beau [Ron Nummi]
Monty [Austin Marolla]

SLIPPERY
1st Reading December 2014

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 New Transition Scene Into Act Two -

Slippery: A Wintry Tale © 2017 by Patrick Thomas McCarthy ptmc
 
ACT TWO
 
Scene 8 – INTERLUDE - A Netherworld, the Passage of Time, sixteen years later, 2012
 
[Sixteen years have passed, Max dressed in soccer togs, enters, playing with a soccer ball, he does as many tricks as he can with the ball, as he lays out the passage of sixteen years]
 
MAX: So, sixteen years have passed, doesn’t seem like it, does it? Seems like just a normal ten minutes or so, but time is funny, can last forever, or go by in a flash.  And I’m not who you think I am. I bet you think I’m my brother. But could he do this? [Does a trick with the ball] From what I’ve heard, the answer is no, he could not. But, I am told I look just like him.  Never met him, but I’d like to, if he exists. My dad says he doesn’t, & my almost mom says he does. And who am I to believe? My real dad or my almost mom? What would you believe? I’m Maximilian Leon Tase, Max, son of Lee, [Lee is pushed onstage to his desk in his wheelchair by Pauly] Leon Tase, the mighty warrior felled by a stroke that my almost mom, there,  [indicates Pauly pushing the wheelchair] Mrs. Graf, I’m supposed to call her, kept on with  “You’re gonna have a stroke”. She predicts the future, she tells me about the past. My real mom apparently died here in this very room according to who you believe. My real dad says it’s for sure, my almost mom says to hold out hope, miracles do happen. Who would you believe? Only Jesus comes back from the dead. We all know that. Just like they teach us in private school where I am a gifted athlete, if you haven’t noticed. [More tricks] On varsity teams as a freshman, thank you very much. College scholarships a certainty, so my brainiac brother, the architect, who doesn’t exist, will not outdo me. I have something to prove, the Mrs. Graf tells me. And my real dad here wants it proven, whatever it is.  Sometimes, I’d like to just bounce the ball off his head to see if he’d wake up to what’s going on around here. But then I think, not his fault he had a stroke. He always treated me well. He’s not a monster. Like some people have suggested. He’s my dad and I miss what he was, but I don’t want to get all mushy & gooey, he’d hate that. So I’m going to go off now that I’ve told you all you need to know, but I’ll be back soon so you don’t have to listen to the old people drone on. You’d hate that as much as I do. See you on the field of battle soon. [He exits doing tricks with the ball] He scores…  [He exits]