Act I, Scene 5
Act I, Scene 5
SETTING:
MR. BEAN'S trailer. Both interior and exterior are visible.
AT RISE:
MR. BEANS and TIM have just entered the trailer.
TIM
Is this where you live?
MR. BEANS
Every day.
TIM
You look different without your makeup.
MR. BEANS
I'm glad somebody thinks so. Is my nose really that big and red?
TIM
It's not red.
(MR. BEANS feels HIS nose.)
I thought you were the funniest clown in the circus.
MR. BEANS
I thought you were the funniest boy in the audience.
TIM
Can I go on the trapeze?
MR. BEANS
The trapeze? What's wrong with the good solid ground?
TIM
The Great Firenelli said I could be a flier. How did you get to be in the circus?
MR. BEANS
I was ten...
TIM
I'm almost ten.
MR. BEANS
I was ten years old when I saw my first circus. I didn't join the circus until I was seventeen.
TIM
I don't want to wait that long.
(There is a knock on the door.)
MR. BEANS
I wonder who that could be. Just a minute.
(MR. BEANS opens the door. A woman enters. It is LAURA. SHE is wearing a large floppy hat tied on with a scarf, and sunglasses. SHE sees TIM and enters the trailer.)
LAURA
Tim Smith, what do you think you're doing?
TIM
Mom!
(MR. BEANS looks at her, puzzled.)
LAURA
(rapidly) I've been worried out of my head. I called the police. They said call all your friends' houses. I called all your friends' houses before I called them. I don't know what made me think to come here. Don't you ever do that again. What in the world were you thinking of?
(MR. BEANS tries to peer under the hat.)
MR. BEANS
Laura?
(LAURA glances briefly at MR. BEANS. SHE tries to bluff HER way out of it.)
LAURA
Thankyou for taking care of my son. It was very nice of you. We've got to go now.
MR. BEANS
Laura?
TIM
How come Mr. Beans knows your name Mom?
MR. BEANS
Laura! I don't believe it. It's you! Take off that hat.
(HE tries to pull it off. SHE holds it down. There is a brief struggle over the hat before SHE lets HIM pull it off.)
MR. BEANS
Laura. I don't believe it. I don't believe it. It's you.
(HE hugs HER and hugs HER and won't let go. SHE finally gives in and hugs HIM back.)
LAURA
Daddy.
TIM
Daddy?
MR. BEANS
Yes "Daddy". It feels so good to hear you say that again.
TIM
Is he really your father, Mom?
LAURA
Yes, Tim.
MR. BEANS
Tim? Tim! This is Tim. Laura! This is Tim. Our Tim. Your's and Bobby's Tim. I'm a grandpa again!
TIM
Grandpa?
MR. BEANS
Yes, Grandpa. He looks just like Bobby.
TIM
Who's Bobby?
MR. BEANS
Your father.
TIM
My father? Where is he? Is he here?
MR. BEANS
No... He's not here.
TIM
Mom said my dad is dead.
MR. BEANS
Bobby died right after you were born.
TIM
How did he die? Was he in the circus?
LAURA
That's enough. We've got to go now.
TIM
I don't want to go. I met some chorus girls, and a lion tamer, and The Great Firenelli.
LAURA
He met Roberto?
TIM
He told me he could teach me how to fly.
MR. BEANS
It just happened Laura. Like two magnets.
TIM
I met his daughter Angela too. She let me hold a trapeze bar, only it wasn't tied on to anything.
LAURA
We have to go home.
MR. BEANS
Don't go Laura. Where do you live? You've got to let me come visit.
LAURA
We've got to go.
TIM
Why?
LAURA
We just do. We can't stay here.
TIM
I never even knew I had a grandpa.
MR. BEANS
You can't just go. It's been so long. It's not fair Laura.
TIM
Were you in the circus Mom?
(LAURA is silent.)
Were you?
MR. BEANS
Yes, Laura was in the circus. She grew up in the circus.
TIM
Why did she leave? Was my dad in the circus?
LAURA
No!
MR. BEANS
Laura!
(LAURA is unable to carry through the lie, under the eye of HER father.)
LAURA
Yes, he was in the circus.
TIM
What did he do? Was he a clown?
MR. BEANS
He...
LAURA
No! You don't have to know what he did.
TIM
Why not?
LAURA
Because I said so.
TIM
Mom! I want to know what my dad did.
LAURA
He died! That's what he did. He didn't have to but he did.
MR. BEANS
Laura!
LAURA
When you were born he had to do something special - "Never before attempted..." He had a family, a baby. It was time to think about that. But he was a F... It wasn't enough to have a son. He had to show off in front of the whole world.
(SHE is crying. MR. BEANS tries to hold HER and comfort HER.)
TIM
How did my dad die?
LAURA
I can't tell you. Don't ask me to tell you Tim.
(Tim starts to speak but LAURA interupts HIM.)
Don't.
MR. BEANS
You'll have to tell him someday.
LAURA
Not today. We have to go. We can't stay. You know we can't stay here Daddy.
(MIKLOS enters and crosses toward the trailer.)
TIM
I don't want to go.
LAURA
Come on Tim. It's time to go.
TIM
No!
LAURA
Tim!
(TIM runs off, out of the trailer. TIM almost runs into MIKLOS but MIKLOS steps aside, barely. TIM is gone. LAURA is about to follow TIM out when SHE sees MIKLOS. SHE ducks back into the trailer. MR. BEANS hurries out of the trailer.)
MIKLOS
Hah! Missed me!
MR. BEANS
Miklos!
MIKLOS
What have you done to the young cannon ball?
MR. BEANS
Nothing.
MIKLOS
His aim is not so good this time. Who else have you got in there George?
MR. BEANS
Nobody.
MIKLOS
You have something to tell me?
MR. BEANS
No.
MIKLOS
Hah! You think I am blind? But my eyes, they still can see. And my ears, they still can hear.
(MIKLOS pounds his cane on the side of the trailer.)
Come out! Come out! Come out! Come out! Come out!
(There is a long pause.)
You think you can hide from me? Come out here or I will come in there and drag you out by your pigtails.
(LAURA comes out of the trailer.)
LAURA
I haven't worn pigtails in twenty years.
MIKLOS
Then you should act like it. It is good to see you Laura. You see, I am still alive.
LAURA
I see.
MIKLOS
I am always certain I will see you again, but I do not think I would have to live so many years to do it. Tim has run away again.
LAURA
I can find him.
MIKLOS
No you can't. Do you want to be seen? You will go to my tent. You have seen the big cat trailers when you came in?
LAURA
Yes.
MIKLOS
My tent is there.
LAURA
You still have your tent?
MIKLOS
It is a good tent.
LAURA
Miklos...
(SHE touches HIS arm, but draws back.)
MIKLOS
I am not happy with you Laura. Ten years is not fair to any of us. I will find Tim.
(MIKLOS exits. There is a long silence. MR. BEANS looks intently at LAURA.)
LAURA
Please. Don't look at me that way.
MR. BEANS
You're my little girl.
(HIS eyes never leave HER.)
LAURA
DON'T LOOK SO HARD.
THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE.
JUST ME AND THE YEARS IT'S BEEN,
THE YEARS AND ME.
DON'T CALL UP MEMORIES
I'VE WASHED AWAY.
DON'T WONDER WHERE I'VE BEEN.
I'M HERE TODAY.
WHY SHOULD WE TRY
TO BRING BACK THE PAST?
REGRETS AND REMEMBRANCES
RETURN TOO FAST.
CAUGHT IN A HISTORY
WE CAN'T REARRANGE.
HAUNTED BY YESTERDAYS
NOTHING CAN CHANGE.
I KNOW IT'S WRONG,
BUT I WANT TO GO.
WATCHING YOU WATCHING ME,
I FINALLY KNOW
HOW MUCH I HURT YOU.
WHY CAN'T I EXPLAIN?
DEEP IN THE NIGHT I STILL
CALL OUT YOUR NAME.
DON'T LOOK SO HARD.
THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE.
JUST ME AND THE YEARS IT'S BEEN,
THE YEARS AND ME.
LAURA
I'm sorry Daddy. I have to go. I can't stay.
MR. BEANS
Don't you think it's been long enough?
LAURA
I can't forget Daddy. All this time and I can't forget. I hurts as much as it ever did.
MR. BEANS
You've got to let go of it Laura.
LAURA
I can't. You heard Tim. He had his hand on the bar. If anything happened to him I'd die all over again.
MR. BEANS
He's going to grow up Laura. Just like you did. You can't stop it. --- Come on, I'll take you to Miklos' tent.
LAURA
All right Daddy.
(THEY can't quite bring THEMSELVES to touch. MR. BEANS steps out of the trailer. The lights fade, leaving a pool of light on LAURA.)
SHAKE THE SAWDUST FROM MY SHOES,
SHAKE IT BACK ONTO THE GROUND,
LONG AGO I THOUGHT I'D FOUND
THE SECRET OF FORGETTING.
I DON'T WANT TO LOSE EVERYTHING ALL OVER AGAIN...
(SHE can't continue. SHE puts on HER hat and sunglasses then steps out of the trailer to join MR. BEANS. THEY exit.)
(BLACKOUT)
End of Scene 5
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sawdust In My Shoes... Home, Title Page, Cast of Characters, Songs
Act I ---- Scene... One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine
Act II --- Scene... One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
circus, Ringling Brothers, Cirque du Soleil, trapeze, lion, parade, clown, high wire, accident, death, mother, father, grandfather, marriage, love, chorus girl, musical, Broadway, show
© 1982 and 1985 by Gregg Butterfield and Michael J. Pickering.
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