SAN JACINTO by Kevin O’Sullivan

SOUND OF HELICOPTER IN THE DISTANCE.

Downstage, TRACY, a well-dressed, professional-looking young woman is on her hands and knees. BOBBY, a stylish, but conservatively-dressed young man hovers over her.

BOBBY

Trace? Tracy?

(beat)

I didn’t make you do it.

TRACY

I feel sick.

BOBBY

You’ll feel better soon.

TRACY

Is he for real?

HARRIS, a sleazy-looking middle-aged man, stands upstage, stage right.

HARRIS

Fucking Mario!

BOBBY

How much longer?

HARRIS

Fuck, I don’t know. Should be here by now.

BOBBY

She did everything you asked.

HARRIS

I didn’t ask anything.

I made a suggestion.

Bobby turns to Tracy.

BOBBY

You gonna be alright?

TRACY

Yeah, yeah. Just—

TRACY appears on verge of being sick.

HARRIS looks on with distaste.

HARRIS

Julio will be here any minute.

BOBBY

I thought his name was Mario.

HARRIS

Mario, Julio, what difference does it make?

SOUND OF HELICOPTER GETS LOUDER.

BOBBY looks up at the sky, tensely.

HARRIS studies him.

HARRIS

Don’t worry, they’re not looking for you.

The Avenues, a few blocks away.

(Beat)

Think you can flush ‘em out by shining a light on ‘em? Doesn’t work that way.

They’re not fucking cockroaches.

They don’t fucking care.

They’re laughing.

‘Cause they know.

They got numbers on their side.

TRACY

What’s he saying?

HARRIS

This used to be a nice, quiet neighborhood, hard working families with names like Callahan, Riley, Wilson, Smith.

(Beat)

I never under-fucking-stood what it is about tamales -can you help me? A lump of greasy cornmeal with some kind of shit in it.

(beat)

I remember driving down the street when people still kept up their lawns.

BOBBY

Hey, man, if this isn’t happening—

HARRIS

You kidding?

(laughs derisively)

You wouldn’t last two minutes without me.

BOBBY

It’s been almost an hour!

HARRIS

You two stand out here like the balls on a tall dog.

BOBBY

You think we don’t know what’s going on?

(beat)

Her father is one of the biggest developers in Southern California.

TRACY

Shut up, Bobby.

BOBBY

The biggest. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.

HARRIS

I don’t? Well, I guess I’m supposed to be impressed or something?

TRACY

That was really fucking stupid, Bobby.

HARRIS

Don’t think I haven’t dealt with your type before. I’ve seen it all, man. I know what kind of cloth you’re cut from. I know that pattern. You live in some other part of town, some house on a hill. With a view. Of other houses with people just like you, look just like you, talk just like you. And don’t know shit.

SOUND OF HELICOPTER DRAWING CLOSER

TRACY

Bobby?

HARRIS

You scared little girl? Huh? Maybe you should be scared.

TRACY

I knew this was a mistake.

HARRIS

But not of me. I’ll tell you who you should be scared of. Want me to tell you?

(Beat)

Look at you. You’re living in Dreamland. You think you can fly away, holding onto your little colored balloon. It don’t work that way. I know, I tried it. You come back to earth and it’s a hard landing. WHAM! The hardest.

(beat)

You don’t know shit!

TRACY

Ask him for our money back.

HARRIS

What money?

(laughs)

Hold your horses, Juanito will be here any minute.

BOBBY

We’re splitting.

HARRIS

Okay, Okay, man.

HARRIS peels off a twenty.

BOBBY

What about the rest of it?

HARRIS

You don’t think I waste my time for nothing, do you?

BOBBY

Keep it.

(Under breath)

Asshole.

HARRIS ignores them as they exit the stage.

SOUND OF HELICOPTER GETS LOUDER -IT IS RIGHT ON TOP OF HARRIS, LOUD.

HARRIS (shouts to Helicopter)

It’s over with, you fuckers. Too late. You’ve lost!

(To himself)

I remember when people still kept up their lawns.

HARRIS  looks up into the light.

And smiles.

Lights out/sound off, abruptly and in sync.

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