On My Own

by Steven Michelson

Copyright ã 1999 by Steven Michelson. All rights reserved.

Act I

Scene 1

Monday morning

(The stage is dark. Matt Majeski enters Joe Redicker’s apartment from the front door, dressed in a dark sweatsuit, carrying a duffel bag, and looking rather suspicious. As soon as Matt opens the door, he is instantly greeted by flailing sirens and blinking lights. Obviously, he has just tripped a burglar alarm. Startled by the alarm, Matt enters the apartment, leaving the door ajar. As the alarm sounds, Joe enters from his bedroom, dressed in pajamas, carrying a baseball bat. He approaches Matt from behind, bat raised high and ready to strike. Just as Joe is ready to pounce, Matt turns around to face Joe. Joe instantly relaxes.)

JOE

For God’s sake, Matt! You nearly gave me a heart attack!

(Joe punches in a code on the alarm console mounted next to the front door, and the alarm stops, but the lights stay on, revealing a two bedroom apartment with an eclectic collection of furniture and many boxes, still unpacked.)

MATT

What’s with the security system?

JOE

It came with the place. I figured I’d see how it works.

MATT

Apparently it works pretty well.

JOE

Haven’t you ever heard of a thing called a doorbell?

MATT

You said to come by anytime -- that’s why you gave me a key, remember?

JOE

No. I gave you a key in case I got locked out.

MATT

You say tomato, I say tomahtoe.

(The phone rings.)

JOE

Who could that be? Nobody even knows my number yet.

(He answers the phone. Matt picks up the baseball bat and starts swinging it, playing "air" baseball.)

Hello? (pause) Password? I wasn’t told anything about a password. (pause) No, you don’t have to send anybody. It was just a false alarm. (pause) No, I am Joe Redicker. I live here. (pause) No, don’t!

(He hangs up, exasperated.)

Great! They’re sending the police.

MATT

Who is?

JOE

The alarm company. When you tripped the alarm, they got notified and called here. I’m supposed to have some kind of password if that happens, but I don’t know what it is. So, what are you doing here anyway?

MATT

I just thought I’d stop by on my way to work to check out the new bachelor pad. Pretty cool.

JOE

It’s awesome. Thanks for telling me about the vacancy.

MATT

No problem. Liz and I were glad when Mrs. Refino finally moved out. Do you know she would vacuum the living room every Thursday at midnight? The walls in this place are paper thin!

JOE

Don’t worry, I’m not as tidy as Mrs. Refino. You won’t hear any vacuuming in this apartment for months.

MATT

I still don’t know how you could stand living in your folks’ house for so long. Especially with your mother being the way she is. You’ve been working for two years already.

JOE

What can I say? You get used to it. Plus, it took me a couple of years to save up enough money. What do you expect on a teacher’s salary?

MATT

I told you to become a lawyer, but no, you wouldn’t listen. Something about influencing young minds, or other such nonsense.

JOE

Like the country has a shortage of lawyers.

MATT

Well I’m glad you finally took the plunge, Joey. You know, this reminds me of when I finally moved out on my own. It was pretty liberating.

JOE

Tell me about it. It’s awesome. Total freedom. Now that I’m on my own, I won’t have to follow all of my mother’s little rules. I won’t have to put coasters under my drinks; I can let the dishes pile up in the sink; I can stay out as late as I want; I can swear as loud as I want-

MATT

You can swear, huh? Come on, the only time I ever heard you swear was the first day of kindergarten, when you got in trouble for saying "shit." First you did it; then you said it.

JOE

You wouldn’t believe the trouble I got in when the principal called home. I could have used your legal expertise back then. My mother treated me as if I’d committed a felony.

MATT

She does get carried away with stuff like that.

JOE

I’ll say. But now that she’s not here, I can say anything I want, anytime I want.

(Matt continues playing with the baseball bat, and almost appears to be swinging the bat at Joe. Officer Douglas appears at the doorway, unseen to the two guys. He overhears the following exchange.)

MATT

Mr. Tough Guy.

JOE

Shit! Shit! Shit! You see. There. I said it, and I didn’t get in trouble.

(Officer Douglas barges in, pistol drawn.)

OFFICER DOUGLAS

Police! Put your hands in the air, both of you!

(Matt drops the bat, and he and Joe oblige.)

JOE

I’m sorry officer. I won’t say it again.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

Don’t give me any lip, you hear me? Just keep your hands where I can see them.

(Officer Douglas frisks each of them, and finds nothing. He notices the bat.)

What’s this?

MATT

A baseball bat.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

I know what it is, wise guy. You think you’re funny, huh? You think you’re a real laugh riot. Life is just one big joke to you, huh? I’ll tell you one thing, sonny. This is no joke. This is the big time. A thirty nine forty -- breaking and entering. How does five to seven years sound, huh? Not so funny now, is it?

MATT

Officer, I know the law. I’m an attorney.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

I don’t care if you’re a supreme court justice. Breaking and entering is a felony.

JOE

Officer, I live here. I just moved in yesterday. It was a false alarm. I forgot the password.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

Do you have ID?

JOE

In my bedroom.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

Okay. Keep your hands where I can see them.

(Joe exits to his bedroom, as the cop places himself in a position to see both Matt and Joe. Whenever the cop looks at Joe, Matt mimics him, unseen to the cop. This goes on several times, until Joe returns. The cop finally catches Matt in the act of mimicking.)

I saw that, counselor. Do you want me to arrest you right now for impersonating an officer? Is that what you want? ‘Cause if that’s what you want, I’ll do it right here, right now.

(Joe returns with the ID and his lease.)

MATT

Why, I ought to--

JOE

Matt! (beat) Officer, here’s my ID, and my lease.

(Joe hands them to the cop, who looks them over. The cop seems satisfied.)

OFFICER DOUGLAS

Joe Redicker, huh? I knew a Redicker once. My mother was friends with a Marsha Redicker.

(Joe reads the officer’s name from the name tag on his uniform.)

JOE

Oh my God! Tony Douglas! Marie’s son, right? Our mothers played bridge together.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

So you’re little Joey Redicker. How are you, man?

JOE

Good. And yourself?

OFFICER DOUGLAS

Not bad. Boy, ain’t this a trip. My mom’s gonna get a real kick out of this.

JOE

Mine too.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

Well, I better be going. You fellas be more careful next time, will ya?

JOE

Sure.

OFFICER DOUGLAS

And learn the password, Joey.

(Officer Douglas exits.)

JOE

I don’t believe that. That was Tony Douglas.

MATT

You don’t say.

(Joe goes to the kitchen.)

JOE

You want anything?

MATT

Nah. Already had breakfast.

(Joe pours himself a glass of orange juice. Matt notices a cable box attached to the television, and his eyes open wide.)

You have cable?

JOE

Sure. You don’t?

MATT

Unfortunately not.

JOE

What kind of lawyer can’t afford cable?

MATT

A lawyer who’s fiancee makes us save every extra penny for the wedding.

JOE

Oh, you’re that kind of lawyer? I thought you were in litigation. (beat) Well, my friend, let me tell you what you’re missing. Eighty four channels, including 6 movie stations, ESPN, and The Playboy Channel.

MATT

The Playboy Channel?

(Matt goes toward the television and turns it on.)

JOE

Channel 50.

(Matt turns the channel. They both look intently at the television, mesmerized by it.)

MATT

Ah, to be young and unattached again.

(Joe takes the remote and turns off the television.)

JOE

What are you talking about? I have a girlfriend.

MATT

How’s that going?

JOE

In a word, fantastic. Jesse is the most amazing woman. Do you know she spends forty hours a week in the pediatric ward at the hospital, then volunteers four hours every weekend at the animal shelter, taking care of the cats and dogs?

MATT

No kidding.

JOE

She’s smart, she’s funny. She’s always encouraging me to try new things. I just feel great when I’m with her. She makes me a better person.

MATT

Sounds serious. I’ve never heard you talk like that before.

JOE

I’ve never met a woman like her before.

MATT

You must really love her.

(No reaction from Joe.)

So, how’s the sex?

JOE

(reluctant) Fine.

MATT

Just fine?

JOE

What else do you want?

MATT

Normally you elaborate a little more than "fine."

JOE

It’s fine. I don’t know what more you want me to say. Besides, it’s really none of your business.

MATT

You haven’t slept with her yet, have you?

JOE

Sure I have.

(Matt looks Joe in the eyes for a moment.)

MATT

No you haven’t.

JOE

Look, I’m not going to argue with you about this. Shouldn’t you be going?

MATT

You haven’t!

JOE

All right. I haven’t. But that’s going to change this Friday. She and I picked out a new bedroom set just for the occasion.

MATT

You’ve been seeing Jesse for three months and you haven’t yet-

JOE

No. She would never do it with my mom in the house.

MATT

And you would?

JOE

Not if she was in the next room, but we were in the basement and my mom was two floors up.

MATT

What about at Jesse’s place?

JOE

She has this really weird roommate, Wendy, who never leaves their apartment. She creeps us both out.

MATT

Now I know why you really moved out of your parents house.

JOE

All right, fine. You got it out of me. Are you proud of yourself? You can go now.

MATT

Yes I am proud of myself. And now that my work here is done, I will be going. I’ve got to get to the gym, and then to court.

JOE

Suing another old lady, are you?

MATT

I didn’t sue an old lady. I represented the hospital where she fell.

(Joe shows Matt the door.)

JOE

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You say tomato, I say tomahtoe. Get outta here, will ya.

(Matt exits. After shutting the door, Joe begins unpacking a box, removing some trophies. He places a few on the mantel. A few moments later, the door bell rings.)

JOE

What does he want now?

(Joe opens the front door. Jessica Fravel is standing there, dressed in a nurses uniform, carrying a grocery bag.)

Jesse!

JESSICA

Hi Joey.

JOE

This is a nice surprise.

(She enters, and they kiss.)

JESSICA

I brought you some food for breakfast. If I know you, you’ll starve before you go grocery shopping.

JOE

Not true. I did go grocery shopping last night. Can I get you anything? (jokingly) Some potato chips or beer, maybe?

JESSICA

That’s what I figured.

JOE

I’m just kidding. I got real food too. You want anything?

JESSICA

No thanks. I can’t stay long.

JOE

Hey, I tried that restaurant you recommended, Luciano’s.

JESSICA

Did you have the fettuccine?

JOE

Yes, and it was excellent.

JESSICA

I’m glad you liked it. We’ll have to go there together sometime. (beat) So, the place looks good. Has real potential.

(Jesse starts looking around.)

JOE

You think?

JESSICA

Absolutely. Just needs a little bit of a woman’s touch. You could use a picture on this wall. (beat) So how does the bedroom set look?

JOE

Go see for yourself.

(Jesse exits to the bedroom.)

JESSICA

Looks good!

(She re-enters.)

I’m really looking forward to testing it out on Friday. Oh, that reminds me. I got you something.

(She hands him a gift-wrapped box, which he unwraps to find a music CD.)

JOE

David Cassidy?

JESSICA

It’s for Friday. Drives me crazy.

JOE

David Cassidy drives you crazy?

JESSICA

Are you kidding? I had the biggest crush on him when I was little.

JOE

Jesse, you are so cute. (beat) I got you something too.

(Joe finds a gift-wrapped box in the clutter and hands it to Jesse. She unwraps it, to find a small perfume bottle. She sprays a small sample on her wrist and smells it.)

JESSICA

Calvin Klein’s Eternity. It’s nice.

JOE

It’s for Friday too. Drives me crazy.

(They kiss, then continue to hold hands.)

JESSICA

I love you.

JOE

I know you do.

JESSICA

It wouldn’t hurt for you to say it too, you know.

JOE

Jesse, you know I’m crazy about you. I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about a woman. I’m just not ready to use that word yet. When I do, it’s not going to be just a word I use in passing. It’s going to be because it really means something to me.

JESSICA

One of these days...

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