I L YOU

by Tommy Van Stitzel (a.k.a. Tom Stitzel)

 

i l you is a two-act dramatic play with one female and two male actors.

 

It has one set which is the living room and kitchenette of the apartment of Andrew and his mother, Gladys.

 

During a seemingly casual evening, Andrew, a disturbed, middle-aged, repressed homosexual, is in the company of his mother, Gladys, who is old and deaf, and his younger friend, Jonathan, who is a flamboyant homosexual.   It is a difficult evening for Gladys and Jonathan for Andrew is a difficult man.   Gladys and Jonathon know this; have come to live with it and at the same time honor their own commitment to enjoy life, to love life.   Unbeknownst to Gladys and Jonathan, they are witnessing the final, few hours preceding the final act of Andrew’s life.

 

The following is an excerpt.

 

GLADYS

(As if to the world)  Flaworse.!

 

JONATHAN

Call me perverted.  I'm boffo for old men.

 

ANDREW

Well, I'm not attracted to anyone.  You know that.

 

(Jonathan indicates a square inch with his hand.)

 

JONATHAN

What I know about you would fit on toilet paper that size.  Just big enough to wipe a flea's butt, but that's still more 'an most people know about you …… but that's not good enough for me.  Our time together is too important.

 

GLADYS

Flaworse.

 

ANDREW

How pathetic!  Why and how others hold on to life as dearly as they do.  As if it were a blessing!  I know it only as a....

 

JONATHAN

A punishment?   Is it any wonder then that you're not able to give or accept love?

 

ANDREW

I do not love anything.

 

JONATHAN

Is that a fifties' thing?  That you won't let yourself feel?

 

GLADYS

(To Andrew)  Flaworse!

 

ANDREW

(to Gladys)  What about flowers!?

 

JONATHAN

(To Gladys.)  Flowers are pretty.

 

GLADYS

Daeed!

 

JONATHAN

Dead?

 

ANDREW

What flowers are dead?

 

GLADYS

Flaworse hoin taebol.

 

ANDREW

Oh these on the table.

 

GLADYS

Daeed!

 

ANDREW

The flowers on the table are dead.  Yea, so?

 

JONATHAN

(To Gladys.)  I'm sorry.

 

GLADYS

Taeenk yuo.  Whaet doo?

 

ANDREW

What do you mean, "what should you do"?  If they are dead, throw them away.

 

GLADYS

Waeest mawnee.

 

JONATHAN

Waste of money!

 

GLADYS

(To Jonathan)  Knot reeitch.

 

JONATHAN

Not!?

 

GLADYS

Reeitch.

 

JONATHAN

Rich?  Oh, BINGO!  You're not rich!  You're right.  It’s a waste of money.   (pause)   I'm sorry.  About the flowers.

 

GLADYS

(To Jonathan)  Yuo har gwood boyee.  (To Andrew)  Hee's ah gwood boyee.

 

ANDREW

(to Gladys)  Oh, yes, he's a good boy and so smart.  (to Jonathan)  Now you figure out how to keep flowers from dying!

 

JONATHAN

No problem.  Plasticize, Buck Rogers!

 

(Andrew crosses to the table, picks up the vase of dead flowers and carries it to the trash can in the kitchen where he dumps them, then dumps the water from the vase into the sink and dries the vase, leaving it on the counter next to the sink.)

 

JONATHAN

(To Gladys)  Plastic flowers are better, you know.  Plastic.  Plastic flowers. 

 

GLADYS

Plaseteec Flaworse.

 

JONATHAN                                                               ANDREW

Plastic flowers never die.                                   (to himself in second voice)  And each sunrises.

 

GLADYS                                                                     ANDREW

Rieet.  Plaseteec naeva dieee.                           (to himself in second voice)  So many suns!

 

JONATHAN

(to Gladys)  I'll tell you a secret.

 

 (Gladys and Jonathan huddle together like two spies.)                    

 

JONATHAN                                                               ANDREW

I love him and I keep thinking I might    (to himself in second voice)  When all that each sun

want to marry him but sometimes...                   illuminates is more of this empty, bruised feeling,

 

GLADYS                                                                     ANDREW

Bee caerefool.                                      dying the slow, bleak, pathetic death of the aborted.

 

JONATHAN

Be careful?  What!?

 

(Gladys points to her scar.)

 

JONATHAN

The scar?  Did Andrew do that?

 

GLADYS

No.  Hausband.

 

JONATHAN

Your husband?   (pause)   He broke my arm.  Andrew, I mean.  Not your husband.  It was an accident.  We were drunk and at this party and I was talking a lot to this other guy when Andrew got mad and pulled my arm hard to get me up to dance with him.  It was an accident.  Honest.  It was.  We were drunk.

 

GLADYS

Bee caerefool.

 

JONATHAN

Oh, I'll be careful but it was an accident.  Almost like it was my fault.  I shouldn't have been talking to that guy.  It was an accident.   (pause)   Besides, he can change.  Can't he?  I mean if he loves me enough and I think he does then he'll change for me.  Right?

 

GLADYS

Saeme Aaee theenk maeyee hausboond.

 

JONATHAN

You thought you could change your husband.

 

GLADYS

Fieend anoother maen aend fuorget.

 

JONATHAN

Yes, I suppose I should just find someone else but I love him.  I Love HIM.

 

GLADYS

Tuo baed.  Mee saeme laove heem.

 

JONATHAN

Yes, it's too bad.  We both love him …. (pause)   Plastic never dies.  It's forever, thank god.   Plastic melts, of course.  When it gets too hot, it melts.  But if you keep the plastic warm enough long enough, you can mold it into another form, making it become what you want it to be.  By swirling and twirling all the colors, you can even create different colors, new ones, even one that's never been seen before but it never dies!  It’s plastic!  You can still see it!  Touch it!  Hold it!  Understand it!  Why, if I melted down some plastic flowers right now, the red roses would mix into the yellow daisies and the yellow daisies would mix into the purple mums and all mixed up together you would see all kinds of new colors.  New patterns and colors!  It changes but it's still alive so to speak.  It just changes its form into something else, sometimes better.  Prettier even, sometimes, and that's the way it should be.  Don't you think?

 

(Andrew returns to the living room area.)

 

JONATHAN

(loudly to Gladys)  Nope, plastic flowers never die.  Just rinse them off.  Shake them out.  And put them back in the vase.

 

GLADYS

(To Andrew)  Aee tale yuo!  Noh waeest mawnee.

 

JONATHAN

(to Gladys)  Can I sleep here tonight?

 

GLADYS

Yaees!

 

ANDREW

No!

 

JONATHAN

(to Andrew)   Too late.

 

ANDREW

You can't stay.

 

JONATHAN

Why not?

 

ANDREW

Not tonight.

 

JONATHAN

And why not tonight?

 

ANDREW

I'm…….I told you.  I'm tired.

 

JONATHAN

So am I.  Besides, I'm too drunk to drive.

 

ANDREW

You took the subway here.

 

(Gladys shakes her empty water glass mid air.)

 

GLADYS

Mwar.

 

JONATHAN

And I'm too drunk to take the subway back.  I'm so drunk that I'd be a easy target for every thug out there.  I mean easier than usual.

 

ANDREW

I pity any "thug" who would even try to start something with you.

 

JONATHAN

(singing)   But baby, it's cold outside.

 

ANDREW

All right, you can stay.  Anything to keep you from singing again.   But I’m warning you.   I can’t be responsible for what might happen.

 

(Gladys is still shaking her empty water glass mid air.)

 

GLADYS

Mwar.

 

ANDREW

But you're sleeping on the couch.

 

JONATHAN

Frost warning?

 

GLADYS

Mwar.

 

JONATHAN

More!

 

GLADYS

Pallees.

 

(Andrew absentmindedly takes the glass and holds on to it.)

 

JONATHAN

Then again, what would be the point of staying?  We can't have sex and we can't talk about anything important.

 

(Unnoticed by either Jonathan or Andrew, Gladys gets up and crosses to the kitchen with her painter's roller brush and photo album in hand.  Upon arriving in the kitchen, Gladys hauls a kitchen chair up to the top of the table and  climbs the ladder to the top of the table where she sits on the chair and begins painting the wall again.)

 

ANDREW

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

 

JONATHAN

We can have sex?

 

ANDREW

We can talk.

 

JONATHAN

Oh, yea, you talk.  You talk about ideas, ideals, philosophy, psychology, and history.  I mean, for all your talking about ideas, ideals, what do you understand about people?  Not as a species.  As individuals. Nothing!  That's what!

 

ANDREW

And your point is what exactly?

 

JONATHAN

Well, you never talk about anything real. You never want to talk about you.  Tell me more about your father.

 

ANDREW

My father!?  Why not yours?

 

JONATHAN

Boring.  Besides, I'm not the one who's screwed up.  Something important’s going on with you tonight.

 

ANDREW

There is nothing real or important about me that … would change anything.  Make a difference. Nothing except the exchange of ideas, the sharing of philosophies, the study and understanding of history.

 

JONATHAN

What about feelings?  Feeling love and joy, pain and sorrow and sharing those feelings?

 

ANDREW

To what end?  For what purpose?  What is gained from indulging in illusion?

 

(Andrew and Jonathan freeze and the lights fade as a spot comes up on Gladys who is still sitting on a chair at top of the table.   She turns to the audience and speaks.)

 

GLADYS

Jonny's confession to me has got me thinking about things.  I worry for him.  It's not a happy road he's on and it's a dangerous one and so I can't not warn him of that danger even if it means I got to talk bad about my own son.  And it's got me to thinking on Andy and his ways.  Oh, I don't mean him being queer.  Good lord, in comparison to all the other stuff a old woman's been through that's a no thinker.  Can't now even remember the time when it would shock me to hear such a thing as a man wanting to marry another man.  Funny.

 

No, I mean his meanness is so peculiar.  I keep thinking that the size of his meanness is so much bigger than it should be.  Would be in any ole normal person.  It's so big that, well, someone's going to get hurt real bad someday and I don't know who it is I worry for the most.  The other person or Andy.  (pause)  I guess I gotta say that to be truthful I think on the other person more.  They ain't gonna deserve what he just might do to them no matter what.

 

(indicating her scar)  I never did deserve this but Mack, Andy's father, always thought I did and much worse to hear him tell it.  It's always a sad thing to me when a person loves someone who just isn't worth it.  I divorced  him, Mack, back in ‘61 and there was never a happier day.  He married again and he beat her worse than he did me.  She died as a matter of fact and I hear that he killed her with a beating but they never did do nothing to him.  That was always my biggest fear.  That he'd kill me and get away with it.  And if the truth must be told, in the back of my mind, I always thought he'd come back to finish me off.  He promised to.   I worry for Jonny.  Andrew's got his a father's ways.

 

(Lights fade to black.   End of Act One.)

 

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