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White Trash

                                     ACT 1

 

                                    QUEENS, NEW YORK.  A LATE OCTOBER

                                    AFTERNOON BY A TRESTLE ON THE RAILROAD

                                    TRACKS.  THE SUN IS SETTING.  ENTER JIM

                                    AND DANNY, DRUNK AND DRINKING BEER,

                                    WALKING ALONG A NARROW WALKWAY TOWARD

                                    A METAL STAIRCASE LEADING DOWN TO THE

                                    TRACKS.  JIM IS CARRYING A LARGE BROWN

                                    PAPER BAG CONTAINING BEER AND WINE.

                                    ENTER PROSTITUTE, A TALL, BUXOM WOMAN

                                    WITH LONG BLACK HAIR AND TOO MUCH

                                    MAKEUP.  SHE'S WEARING A LONG BLACK

                                    OVERCOAT WHICH IS OPEN, REVEALING A

                                    CHEAP RED BLOUSE, BLACK LEATHER MINI-

                                    SKIRT, BLACK FISH-NET STOCKINGS, AND

                                    SPIKE-HEELED SHOES.  SHE WALKS TOWARD

                                    THEM, AND AS SHE SQUEEZES BY, SHE AIRS

                                    HER INDIGNATION.

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         What the fuck is this, Grand Central Station!

 

                                    JIM AND DANNY NOTICE A FEW WORKERS ON

                                    THE TRACKS WALKING PAST THE BRIDGE AS

                                    THEY PROCEED DOWN THE STAIRS.  JIM AND

                                    DANNY WALK OVER TO A THREE-WALLED

                                    METALLIC SHELTER AND STEP INSIDE.

 

                                  JIM

         What's her problem?

 

                                  DANNY

         Yo, man, she's a hooker.

 

                                  JIM

              (sarcastically)

         No kiddin'.

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah, she hangs around the newsstand from time to

         time.  I've seen her.

 

                                  JIM

         Yeah?

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah, and you know something else?

 

                                  JIM

         What?

 

                                  DANNY

         Willy fucked her.

 

                                  JIM

         Get out!

 

                                  DANNY

         No, really.

              (laughing a little while Jim sips his beer)

         One night, a few of us were walking by the newsstand

         and we saw him walking with her down to the tracks.

         We followed them down there but they didn't see us.

         They did it standing up in front of the tunnel

              (pointing)

         over there.

 

                                  JIM

         That's pathetic.

 

                                  DANNY

         That's Willy.

 

                                  JIM

         Couldn't he at least afford a motel?

 

                                  DANNY

         I guess not, but that's not the worst of it.  The

         next day he told me about it and - get this - he

         told me that his balls were itching ever since.

 

                                  JIM

              (spitting beer)

         Aw man!  Did he use a rubber?

 

                                  DANNY

         I don't think so.

 

                                  JIM

         Well, just don't invite him to any parties.  He's

         one foul...

              (looks down at the ground)

         Hey!  What's...  Look at this.

              (pointing with his foot)

         I thought she was just giving one of those workers

         a blow job.

 

                                  DANNY

         Watch it.  You don't want to get stuck.

              (pause)

         Look.

              (pointing at a spoon nearby)

 

                                  JIM

         Well, we know she's not diabetic.

 

                                    HE LOOKS A FEW FEET AWAY AT A GROUP OF

                                    VIALS ON THE GROUND. 

 

                                  JIM

              (continuing)

         You think those are hers too?

 

                                  DANNY

         Probably.

 

                                  JIM

         Man, this is as good as a death sentence.

 

                                    THEY WALK OVER TO A COUPLE OF MILK

                                    CRATES, SIT DOWN, AND DRINK IN SILENCE

                                    FOR A FEW MOMENTS.

 

                                  DANNY

         He went to jail, you know.

 

                                  JIM

         Yeah.

 

                                  DANNY

         What do you think they did to that little white boy

         in Riker's Island?

 

                                  JIM

         I think they raped his ass.

 

                                  DANNY

         Man, that's really foul.

 

                                  JIM

         You know, it's hard to believe he's related to

         Sharon.

 

                                  DANNY

         I know.  They're two totally different people.

         How's it goin' with her, anyway?

 

                                  JIM

         Don't ask.

 

                                  DANNY

         That bad?

 

                                  JIM

         Look.  Can you keep a secret?  I have to talk to

         someone.

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah, sure.  You know you can trust me.

 

                                  JIM

         Well, you know there's a pretty big difference in

         our ages.

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah, so.  That shouldn't be too much of a problem.

 

                                  JIM

         I know, and it was awkward at first, but I soon got

         over that.  You know, I really love her, and I would

         never do anything to hurt her.

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah.

 

                                  JIM

         Man, I'm gonna be out of school in a year.  I don't

         need this.

 

                                  DANNY

         What?

 

                                  JIM

         Sharon missed her period.

 

                                  DANNY

         Oh, man.  How late is she?

 

                                  JIM

         Six weeks.

 

                                  DANNY

         Well, maybe...

 

                                  JIM

         I know she's pregnant.  She just got back from the

         doctor.

 

                                  DANNY

         What are you going to do?

 

                                  JIM

         I don't know.   I told her she should get an

         abortion, but she doesn't want to go through with

         it.  She said it would be murder.  I tried to

         explain that if she doesn't, I'll be the one

         murdered.  You know how much her father hates me?

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah.

 

                                  JIM

         Well, if he finds out about this I'm a dead man.

              (pause)

         Fuck it.  There's no sense in worrying about it.

         Whatever happens, happens.  Right now all I want to

         do is get really wasted.

 

                                  DANNY

         I hear that.

 

                                    JIM PULLS OUT A BOTTLE OF CHEAP WINE

                                    AND STARTS GUZZLING.  THEY SIT IN

                                    SILENCE FOR A FEW MINUTES, PASSING THE

                                    BOTTLE BACK AND FORTH.

 

                                  DANNY

              (continuing)

         Yo, Larry wants to hang out.

 

                                  JIM

         Huh?

 

                                  DANNY

         Yo, Larry's like twenty-five, and he never had a

         girlfriend.

 

                                  JIM

         Now that's bad.  What do you think he does, beat off?

 

                                  DANNY

         Nah.  Well...not exactly.  We caught him with Sally,

         a love doll.

              (laughing)

         He has a love doll, man.

 

                                  JIM

         That's sick!

 

                                  DANNY

         Imagine fuckin' rubber.

 

                                  JIM

         Well, if you want to fuck...I mean...I don't see the

         point, man.  Why would anybody want to fuck that.

         You could just go to a cathouse and pay for it.

 

                                    DANNY STARTS LAUGHING.

 

                                  JIM

              (continuing)

         That's much more respectable than fuckin' some

         rubber piece of shit that you have to inflate every

         night.  Politicians go to cathouses all the time.

 

                                  DANNY

         That's sick, right?

 

                                  JIM

         Yeah, that's demented.  That's like...  You'd might

         as well go up to a statue and jerk off on it.

 

                                    PAUSE.

 

                                  DANNY

         Who's down there?

              (directing with his eyes down the tracks)

         Are those just girls down there, or are there guys

         with them?

 

                                  JIM

         Hey, you don't want anything down there.   Those

         people are homeless.

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah, I know what you mean.  I saw a homeless guy on

         the subway once.  You could tell he was a bum,

         probably a wino.  He was a dumpy lookin' old man.

         I could feel the fleas jumping right off him, he was

         scratching so much.

 

                                  JIM

         That's foul, man.  If I ever got that way I'd put

         a bullet in my head.

 

                                  DANNY

         Me too.

 

                                    JIM AND DANNY CONTINUE TO DRINK IN

                                    SILENCE FOR A FEW SECONDS.  ENTER WILL,

                                    DRUNK, HOLDING A HEAVY METAL FLASHLIGHT

                                    IN ONE HAND, AND A FIFTH OF WHISKY,

                                    THREE QUARTERS DRAINED, IN THE OTHER.

 

                                  WILL

         How's it goin'?

 

                                  DANNY

         Hey, Will, what's up?

 

                                  WILL

         Nothin'.  What are you guys doin'?

 

                                  DANNY

         Getting wasted.

 

                                  WILL

         How's it hangin', Jim?

 

                                  JIM

         Not bad, how 'bout you?

 

                                  WILL

         I'm pretty wasted.

 

                                  DANNY

         You're always pretty wasted.

 

                                    WILL LIGHTS A JOINT AND OFFERS IT TO

                                    JIM.

 

                                  JIM

              (holding his hand up)

         Nah, none for me.

 

                                    WILL SMOKES.

 

                                  DANNY

         Where's Larry?

 

                                  WILL

              (looking around)

         I don't know.  He was right behind me when I was

         walkin' down here.  Larry!  Larry!

 

                                  LARRY (O.S.)

         What do you want?

 

                                  WILL

         Where are you?

 

                                  LARRY (O.S.)

         Wait a minute.

 

                                  WILL

         What the hell is goin' on with this guy?

 

                                    ENTER LARRY, A SHORT BALD MAN OF 25.

 

                                  LARRY

         Damn!  That was the third pair of drawers this week.

 

                                  WILL

         Where were you?

 

                                  LARRY

         Takin' a dump.

 

                                  WILL

         Aw, geeze!  On the tracks?

 

                                  LARRY

         When you gotta go, you gotta go.

 

                                  JIM

              (to Danny)

         Come on, let's get out of here and get something to

         eat.  I'm starving.

 

                                  DANNY

         Yeah, me too.

              (to Will and Larry)

         Are you guys comin'?

 

                                  WILL

         We just got here.  I guess we'll hangout down here

         a while and get wasted.

 

                                  DANNY

         All right.

              (to Jim)

         I guess we'll be at Rosa's, right?

 

                                  JIM

         Yeah.  Come on, let's go.

 

                                    JIM AND DANNY EXIT.

 

                                  WILL

         So, are you ready?

 

                                  LARRY

         I...  I don't know, man.

 

                                  WILL

         Come on, don't wimp out on me.  It'll be fun.

 

                                  LARRY

         What if someone finds out?

 

                                  WILL

         No one's gonna find out.  Now stop being a pussy.

 

                                  LARRY

         All right, but if somethin' happens...

 

                                  WILL

         Nothin's gonna happen.  Don't be so paranoid.  Here,

         this'll loosin' you up.

 

                                    WILL PASSES THE JOINT TO LARRY.  LARRY

                                    SMOKES THEN OFFERS IT BACK TO WILL.

 

                                  WILL

              (continuing)

         Kill it.

 

                                    LARRY TAKES A COUPLE DRAGS AND FLICKS

                                    IT ACROSS THE TRACKS.  WILL RUMMAGES

                                    THROUGH HIS POCKETS AND EXTRACTS A

                                    PACK OF CIGARETTES.  HE FUMBLES WITH

                                    THEM FOR A FEW SECONDS, PUTS ONE IN HIS

                                    MOUTH, AND SPEAKS AS HE LIGHTS UP.

 

                                  WILL

              (continuing)

         I think she's comin'.

 

                                  LARRY

         What?  I don't hea...

 

                                  WILL

         Shut up.

 

                                    ENTER PROSTITUTE DOWN STAIRCASE.

 

                                  LARRY

         Now what?

 

                                  WILL

         Come on.

 

                                  LARRY

         No.  I...  I...

 

                                  WILL

         Come on.

 

                                    WILL PUSHES LARRY, AND THEY APPROACH

                                    PROSTITUTE.

 

                                  WILL

              (continuing)

         What's up?

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         So, you've come back for more, huh.  I see you've

         brought a friend.

 

                                  WILL

         Yeah.  We're both lookin' to have a good time.

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         You've come to the right place.

 

                                  WILL

              (aside)

         Yeah, right.

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         What was that?

 

                                  WILL

         Oh...uh...I said, "It's a nice night."

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Actually, I think it's kinda chilly, so let's get

         down to business.  Who's first?

 

                                  LARRY

         Uh...uh...  How much?

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Thirty for straight sex, twenty extra for anything

         kinky.

 

                                  LARRY

         Uh...

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Well?  Well, come on!  Do you want to stand around

         all night, or do you want to fuck me!

 

                                    WILL PUSHES LARRY ASIDE AND POUNCES ON

                                    PROSTITUTE.

 

                                  WILL

         Fuck you!

 

                                    WILL PUSHES PROSTITUTE ONTO THE

                                    STAIRCASE AND REACHES UP HER SKIRT.

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Hey!  Hey!  Money up front, man!

 

                                  WILL

         How 'bout a freebie, baby!

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Get off!  No freebies!

 

                                  WILL

         I wasn't askin'.  Come on!  Come on, baby!

 

                                    PROSTITUTE SCREAMS.

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Help!

              (screams)

         Help!

 

                                    WILL HITS HER.

 

                                  LARRY

         Will.  Will.  Come on, man.  Don't...

 

                                  WILL

              (to Larry)

         Shut up!

              (to Prostitute)

         I got you now, you bitch!

 

                                    WILL HITS HER AGAIN.

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Get off!

              (screams)

         Help!  Help!

 

                                  LARRY

         Will!

 

                                    PROSTITUTE KNEES WILL IN THE GROIN,

                                    PUSHES HIM OFF HER, AND STARTS TO RUN

                                    UP THE STAIRS.  WILL GRABS ONE OF HER

                                    ANKLES AND REACHES FOR THE FLASHLIGHT.

 

                                  WILL

         Aw, you fuckin' cunt!  You're gonna get it!

 

                                  PROSTITUTE

         Let go!

              (screams)

         Help!

              (screams)

 

                                    WILL CRUSHES HER SKULL WITH THE

                                    FLASHLIGHT.  AFTER A LONG SILENCE,

                                    DURING WHICH WILL AND LARRY LOOK AT

                                    EACH OTHER GRAVELY, LARRY SPEAKS.

 

                                  LARRY

         Jesus!  What the hell did you do that for?

 

                                  WILL

         The bitch deserved it.

 

                                  LARRY

         Oh God!  Oh God!  What are we gonna do?

 

                                  WILL

         Calm down.  We gotta get rid of the body.

 

                                  LARRY

         No way, man.  I...  I'm not gettin' into this.

 

                                  WILL

         You're in it, and you're gonna help me, because

         whether you like it or not, you're an accomplice,

         and if I go down, I'm takin' you with me.

 

                                  LARRY

         Oh God!

 

                                  WILL

         All right, look.  We won't get caught.  Just do as

         I say, and everything'll be all right.

         Now we gotta get rid of the body.  Help me carry her

         to the bridge.

 

                                    LARRY AND WILL CARRY THE BODY OFFSTAGE.

                                    AFTER A FEW MINUTES THEY ENTER AGAIN.

 

                                  LARRY

         I can't believe this.  This is a nightmare.

 

                                  WILL

         Listen.  Don't say nothin' to no one, understand.

 

                                  LARRY

         Oh God.

 

                                  WILL

         You hear me?  Nothin'.

 

                                  LARRY

         I don't know if I can do this.

 

                                  WILL

         You'd better, or it's our asses.  There's nothin'

         that can be done now, anyway.  Come on, we'd better

         get out of here.

 

                                  LARRY

         Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick.

 

                                  WILL

         Just forget it.  Forget the whole thing.  It never

         happened, understand?  It never happened.

 

                                    WILL AND LARRY EXIT.


                                      ACT 2

 

                                    SCENE 1

 

                                    LATER AT ROSA'S, A LOCAL PIZZA PARLOR.

                                    DANNY, AND WILL ARE SITTING AT A TABLE.

                                    A LARGE HALF-EATEN PIZZA PIE IS SITTING

                                    ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF THEM.  WILL

                                    AND DANNY ARE EATING, ALREADY ENGAGED

                                    IN CONVERSATION.  A COUPLE WOMEN ARE

                                    SITTING AT A NEIGHBORING TABLE, EATING

                                    SPAGHETTI.  JIM ENTERS FROM MEN'S ROOM

                                    AND JOINS DANNY AND WILL AT THEIR

                                    TABLE.  JIM AND DANNY ARE STILL

                                    INTOXICATED.

 

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