copyright © 2007 Jeff Goode

No Time For Explanation 2

by Jeff Goode

copyright © 2007

(LIGHTS UP ON: EDDY alone onstage, possibly waiting for a bus.)

(FRANK dashes in from the left.)

Frank: Hurry!

(Frank takes off running in a circle.)

Eddy: What?

Frank: Don’t just stand there!

(Frank continues running in a circle around the stage. Eddy shrugs, and joins in.)

(Suddenly, Frank stops. Eddy catches up to him.)

Eddy: What’s going on?

Frank: There’s no time to explain. We have to act fast.

(Frank pounces into "catching" crouch. Ready to grab… something. He claps his hands in the air, checks to see if he got anything. He does it again. Several times.)

(Eddy eyes Frank, quizzically. He decides to give it a try. Eddy claps his hands together.)

Frank: Did you get one?!

Eddy: One what?

Frank: That’s all I need to know. Come on!

(Frank sprints out the stage left door.)

(Eddy considers running after him, but before he can…)

(Jerry rushes in from the house, stands next to Eddy, acts coy.)

Jerry: Whatcha got there?

Eddy: Nothing.

(Jerry grabs Eddy’s hands.)

Jerry: Lemme see!

Eddy: No, it’s mine!

Jerry: Give me that!

Eddy: I don’t have anything!

(Jerry wrestles "it" out of Eddy’s hands. Jerry dashes out the left door.)

(Frank rushes in from the house with a baseball bat.)

Frank: Okay, when I count to 3, here’s what I want you to do… (notices that Eddy no longer has anything in his hands.) Wait a minute! Where’d it go? What did you do with it?

Eddy: That guy took it.

Frank: What guy?

Eddy: I don’t know.

Frank: Then how do you know it was him?

Eddy: How do I–? What–?!

Frank: Dammit, Jerry, there’s no time for screwing around! Do you know how many lives are at stake??

Eddy: No.

Frank: We have to get it back!

(Frank rushes out the stage left door.)

Eddy: Get what back?

(Clive rushes in from the house.)

Clive: Jerry! I’ve been looking all over for you. Thank God you’re here! One more minute and we’d all be dead. I hope they brought you up to speed.

Eddy: (beat) I’m not Jerry.

Clive: (beat) Oh, shit…

(BLACKOUT.)

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First performed at No Shame Los Angeles on March 2, 2007.

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