Prompted 10 Minute Play (Revised)

The original draft I had read in class was a bit too vulgar in language so I rephrased some statements for those not easily offended over profane military jargon and homophobic slurs. Better this way anyway, more solid.

GUY-RAQ

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A 10 Minute Play I Accidentally Wrote
for the Prompt

by

Travis Curran

Cast of Characters

Jeremy Thompson: A young soldier, serving his second month in Iraq.

Mark Fuller: A fresh-off-the-plane new recruit.

Mechanic: An Army Engineers Corp mechanic.

Scene

A highway headed south from Baghdad, Iraq. Just above the Kuwait border.

Time

The Not-Too-Distant Future,
Circa 2006

Act I

Scene 1

SETTING: A jeep is pulled off to the side of a dusty road. There are no visible plants or trees. There is a pale cyclorama as a backdrop.

AT RISE: We hear the failing sounds of a loud engine as the lights come up. JEREMY and MARK are sitting in the Jeep. JEREMY is behind the wheel. It’s the middle of the afternoon and the sun is beating down upon them.

JEREMY
Motherfucker.

(JEREMY punches steering wheel)

MARK
What happened?

JEREMY
We’re out of fucking gas, that’s what.

MARK
But how?

JEREMY
I don’t know, but I find it kind of odd considering how we refilled the tank right before leaving Baghdad two hours ago.

MARK
I know, I filled the tank myself.

JEREMY
And yet here we are. Out of gas.

MARK
(exiting the Jeep)
No way, man. I definitely filled the tank.

(MARK goes to the upstage side of the Jeep, and opens the gas cap.)

Do you have, like, a big stick or something?

JEREMY
Yeah, right here, in my back pocket. Hold on, let me get it for you.

MARK
Wait, is it there? Quick, you should check. Because, you know, it might have gone up your ass.

JEREMY
Shut up

(JEREMY gets out of the Jeep, and pops the hood open and begins searching around inside.)

MARK
I don’t know if it’s in there, man. But I’m still betting it’s up your ass.

JEREMY
I said shut up. You're so annoying.

(JEREMY takes out the oil dip stick, wipes it clean off his pants and throws it at MARK.)

There you go.

MARK
Ow. Stop.

(MARK puts the dipstick in the gas tank, while JEREMY sits on the hood, staring off into the distance and wipes sweat from his brow. There is a mild pause.)

MARK
Ha Ha! Check it out, completely covered in gas. I told you I filled it up.

JEREMY (snidely)
(walking over to MARK and looking at the dipstick.)
Well, how about that.

MARK
I knew I had filled it up.

JEREMY
Will you shut up while I figure out what’s wrong with this piece of shit Jeep?

MARK
I was right there, unscrewing the cap, removing the nozzle. Inserting it...

JEREMY
I said shut up!

(JEREMY begins taking off his rifle and helmet and setting them down beside the wheel. He gets down onto his back and crawls under the Jeep. There is a pause.)

MARK
What’re you doing?

(Another pause.)

You know what it could be?

JEREMY
Mark, the more you speak to me, the more I realize how if you were to die, I’d never have to hear you again. And nobody would hear you die out here in this nice, big, vast desert. If you were to just, say, I don't know, eat a grenade...why, I could blame it all on a roadside bomb, now couldn’t I? Then nobody would have to listen to your stupid questions ever again.

(MARK does not reply)

I mean, I'm not gonna kill you or anything... (murmured, almost an apology)

(A beat passes, and MARK walks about ten feet away from the Jeep and sits down by himself, staring off.)

Hey, I’m gonna get on the radio and hail a mechanic to come out. It won’t set us back too bad on time.

(JEREMY crawls out from under Jeep and enters the drivers seat. He speaks over a handheld radio unit.)

Yankee Echo Foxtrot, this is J18, do you copy?

(We can’t hear the muffled response)

I’m about 100 to 125 klicks south-south-west of Hotel Charlie. We’ve got some car trouble, over.

(Another crackled radio response)

Copy that, Foxtrot. J18, over and out.

(JEREMY gets out of the Jeep, looks over to MARK, who has not moved. Picks up rifle and hops on top of the Jeep’s hood.)

Well, on the bright side, I can get some much needed target practice.

(He aims rifle out towards audience, never resting on anyone. He ends up panning over to MARK. He hesitates there, then shoulders his rifle. Another beat.)

JEREMY
Too bad there ain't nothing to shoot.

(A pause of awkward silence.)

MARK
OW! JESUS CHRIST GOD DAMN IT OWWW!

(MARK recoils in excruciating pain, rolling on his back.)

JEREMY
(rushing over)
What?! What happened!?

MARK
Oh my shit! Something...Something bit me!

JEREMY

(looks around for a second, then jumps back.)

Holy shit! A scorpion! A huge fucking scorpion!

MARK
Oh fuck! Get it away from me! Oh my God, it's huge! And black! And sharp!

(JEREMY drags MARK back to the Jeep and kneels down beside him.)

MARK
OOOOOOOwwwwwwwww.

JEREMY
Oh, man. It must’ve stung you, man.

MARK
That means there’s poison in me! Holy shit, I’m gonna die. Am I gonna die? Should I call my parents?

JEREMY
No, man! You won’t, you can’t... die.

(voice cracks in fear)

Please, please don’t die!

MARK
No! No! I’m gonna fucking die! Oh man, you have to suck the poison out. You’ve got to suck the poison out!

JEREMY
It's OK, I know!(proudly) I’m a boy scout. OK, OK. I can do this... Where’d it sting you?

MARK
(rolls over)
On my butt, dude. Quick, quick...I’m...getting...dizzy.

JEREMY
Oh shit! Oh shit! Is...is there any other way, man? I don’t...I don’t think I can suck on your ass.

MARK
JUST SUCK IT OUT!

JEREMY (breaking down)
I'M JUST NOT GAY, OK?! That was only that one summer at Boy Scout camp and then once again the next summer but it never happened again! When Mom and Dad asked about the incident in the football locker room my junior year, I lied! I lied straight to their faces! I swore I wasn’t... But I’m just a hollow sham...and I don’t care how cute your butt is or how I catch myself staring at it, I really just can’t...

MARK
Hmmmm...Everything...fuzzy. So comfy...and warm...where’s the light going? So...so many lights...falling like stars...

JEREMY
Don't go, Mark! Don't go! There's so much more I have to say! Oh, hell.

(JEREMY bends down and sucks over the wound on MARK’s butt.)

MARK
I’m getting...kisses?

(JEREMY keeps at it.)

Wha...what’s going...on? Where am I?

(JEREMY pulls off and spits out over his shoulder. He keeps spitting.)

JEREMY
Achh, that tastes like death and ass.

MARK
Hey, I'm here...the Jeep? ...Jeremy?

JEREMY
Mark?

MARK
I’m...I’m alive.

JEREMY
Mark!

MARK
It worked! I’m alive! I’m alive!

(They embrace each other, laughing with joy. MARK pulls away and looks at JEREMY.)

Jeremy, I heard everything you said...

JEREMY
It’s the honest truth. I love you. I love you more than I love this war. It took sucking scorpion poison out of a bleeding hole in your buttocks for me to realize that, but I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

MARK
Oh...Oh, my.

(He pulls JEREMY towards him and passionately kisses him. They hold each other, making out for a beat. Then a MECHANIC enters.)

MECHANIC
You guys need a mechan...oh, whoa. Um...Hey, hey. Uh...yeah. You guys are...uh...making out.

(Pause.)

So... that your guys's Jeep?

(They continue making out)

What the hell, man.

(unzips his coveralls revealling his chest)

Let’s do this.

(Jumps towards them as...)

(BLACKOUT)

(THE END)