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                          COMPANY
                            by
                       Mat Alex Ander
                        (pseudonym)                                       
                                      
                                     
  






                                    
                                       
COPYRIGHT 1996                     bravemind@fastmail.net







                         CHARACTERS

SAVION, 35     MALE      
GORDON, 30     MALE      
LENNY, 45      MALE     
JACK, 30       MALE      
DRIVER #1,     MALE      
DRIVER #2,     MALE      
                            
         VOICES ONLY
EMMA, 68       FEMALE    SAVION'S FRIEND
MARIA, 25      FEMALE    CALLER
ELLEN, 40      FEMALE    THERAPIST
COLE, 40       MALE      SAVION'S BEST FRIEND
JENNY, 28      FEMALE    CALLER
BOB, 45        MALE      CALLER
JON, 45        MALE      CALLER'S MATE
CHRIS, 20      FEMALE    CUSTOMER SERVICE REP.
ELISE, 25      FEMALE    SEXY, FLIRT
GLENN, 30      MALE      CALLER
GARRET, 23     MALE      CALLER
ATTENDANT, 55  FEMALE    HOME HEALTH AIDE
OPERATOR, 30   FEMALE    INFORMATION OPERATOR
CLERK #1, 24   FEMALE    RECEPTIONIST/CLERK
CLERK #2, 30   FEMALE    RECEPTIONIST CLERK
NEIGHBOR, 60   MALE      NEIGHBOR
DISPATCHER, 50 FEMALE    DISPATCHER
AUTOMATED      FEMALE    COMPUTERIZED BANK ACCOUNT INFO
VOICE 
                         CHARACTER'S (cont'd)
AUTOMATED
OPERATOR #1       FEMALE    COMPUTERIZED TELEPHONE VOICE
AUTOMATED
OPERATOR #2       FEMALE    COMPUTERIZED TELEPHONE VOICE


                         NOTES
The performance requires the presence of 6 males, and
voices.
Savion is Hispanic/Black.  Maria is Hispanic/White.  All
other characters are not of color.








                         The theatre lights go down and the
                         stage lights dim up.  SAVION is out
                         of sight just beyond doorway, stage
                         left, in his apartment, next to the
                         bathroom.  HE can be heard but not
                         seen until about his second line when
                         he walks over to the coffee mill on
                         the counter about rear center stage.




                         SAVION
Extra virgin...imported...any brand.
                         GORDON  (OFFSTAGE)
Extra virgin...imported...What else?
                         SAVION 
Ginger.
          (SAVION with cordless phone between
          shoulder and ear, and coffee mill in
          hands...hits the button on the mill
          shaking it up and down at the same time)
                         GORDON
Stand in one spot!  We're breaking up...ginger.
What else?
                         SAVION 
Diet Ice Tea...with saccharin, not nutrasweet...that's it.
                         GORDON
With...saccharin...Okay.
                         SAVION
Oh!...One more thing...I'm outta coffee beans.
                         GORDON
Gourmet Colombian...right?
                         SAVION
You got it.
          (Pause)
                         SAVION
Hey Gordon!...Thanks for thinking about me.
                         GORDON
See ya in a few.  Shoprite is empty.
          (SAVION disconnects the call and places
          the phone next to the computer.  He 
          proceeds to make coffee by pouring
          the milled coffee into an empty cup.  He
          goes to the sink and adds water to the
          cup.  With a spoon, he stirs, then places
          the cup into the Microwave and Sets it at
          2 1/2 minutes.  But, does NOT turn it on)
          (SAVION lights a cigarette, and walks 
          over to the computer where there's 
          already a cup of coffee.  He takes a sip
          and looks at information.  He picks up 
          the phone and hits the auto-dialer.
          Audience can hear auto-dialer's tones)
          (Silent pause)
          (Audience hears 1 ring tone) 
                         AUTOMATED VOICE
          (Gushing female voice)
W--E--L--C--O--M--E.
Please enter your account number.
          (SAVION hits auto dial to enter account
          number.  Again, tones are audible)
                         AUTOMATED VOICE 
Please enter your secret--
          (SAVION hits auto-dialer a final time)
                         AUTOMATED VOICE 
Please Hold.
                         SAVION
          (With fingers above keys, waiting)
minus...
          (Pause)
minus...
                         AUTOMATED VOICE 
Please Hold.
                         SAVION
          (A little louder)
minus...
                         AUTOMATED VOICE 
Your checking account balance is:  nineteen cents.
                         SAVION
          (With great excitement and relief)
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
                         AUTOMATED VOICE 
To repeat account infor--
          (SAVION hits key on keyboard which
          disconnects call and smiles as he 
          indexes nineteen cents.  Phone rings)
                         SAVION
Hello...may I help you?
                         EMMA  
          (Upset)
Savion, it's Em.  Am I calling at a bad time?
                         SAVION
No, Emma, not at all...What's happening?
                         EMMA
It's Joey, I spoke with him this morning.
          (Sob)
He didn't get his unemployment check last week...
          (Drawn out, sobbing)
He's been eating out of a restaurant dumpster for two days.
          (Sob)
          (Pause)
                         SAVION
Why?...why didn't he get the check? 
                         EMMA
I don't know exactly...he can't explain it very well.
          (Sobbing)
He was suppose to go to the unemployment office at a certain
time...he can't read well...it was scribbled on his
paperwork...he went 3 hours later.  It wasn't written
clearly...He's broke...
          (Beat)
...eating from a dumpster.
          (Sob) 
                         SAVION
Em.
          (Sob)
Emma.
          (Quiet)
Let me make a couple of calls.
          (Beat)
Have I got your permission?
                         EMMA
          (Upset)
Yes, yes, anything that you can do.
                         SAVION
If you have it...give me your son's social security number.
                         EMMA
I know it...101-489-3668.
                         SAVION
Em, let me make a couple of calls...and let's just see what
happens...okay?
                         EMMA
          (Still upset)
YYYYYYYYYES.
                         SAVION
Emma, you can't afford this "upset."...You can't.
          (Beat)
Let me give it a shot...okay?
          (Beat)
Okay?
                         EMMA
Okay...Save.
                         SAVION
You've got enough to worry about right now...let me deal
with this and if necessary...we'll cry later, if we
have to...okay?
          (Long beat)
                         EMMA
          (Somberly)
Okay.
                         SAVION
What's been going on with you and your health lately?
                         EMMA
I'm okay...It's just my eyes and face...swollen...stiff.
                         SAVION
What do you mean?...I saw you yesterday.
                         EMMA
The stronger morphine works better, but my face is blowing
up like a balloon.  Monday, my modern day Doctor said the
Carcinoma has spread further...from my lungs...to my
neck...my legs...and my reproductive organs...what use to be
my reproductive organs.  He says my time is even shorter,
now.
          (Beat)
I'm not so surprised, I'm 68, this is what happens at 68,
but he coulda lied a little, like in the old days.
                         SAVION
I told you Em...I'll sleep on your floor...I'll forward my
calls to my cell phone.  One way or another, we'll get
through this.  You don't have to be alone.
          (Pause)
                         EMMA
You're so dear.
          (Beat)
I'm gonna get off the phone.  Your calls are gonna start to
come in.  I'm so glad your idea is working out so
well...You're so good at it.  Your calls are gonna
start...I'll let you go.
                         SAVION
I'm gonna jump on that situation with your son within the
hour...Relax about it...
          (Beat)
...Remember your word: Prescience...
          (Beat)
...You said I have it...
          (Beat)
...The Shrinker calls it my greatest endowment.
          (Beat)
So let's rely on this talent from Hell...cultivated from the
seeds of utter desperation....
          (Beat)
I paid for it...Let's use it.
                         EMMA
Wherever it comes from, it's been a blessing...for me.
          (Pause)
I'll call you later...okay.
          (GORDON Knocks at the door)
          (With phone to ear SAVION jerks; shocked, 
          he stares into space for a second. Quietly 
          and quickly he rushes over to the counter
          and grabs the flashlight then heads for
          the door)
                         EMMA (cont'd)
Savion?
          (With the phone still to his ear and the 
          flashlight in the other hand, he bends 
          down and looks under the door.  Unable to 
          recognize soles, he turns on the flashlight 
          and looks again.  Still unable to I.D. the
          soles, He gets up and walks backwards away
          from door.
                         EMMA (cont'd)
Did you hear me?...I'll call you later.
                         SAVION
          (Strained)
O----kay.
          (SAVION disconnects call and places the
          phone on the table.  Knock, Knock again)
                         SAVION (cont'd)
          (Using  a sharp threatening tone)
Who is it?!
                         GORDON
It's me...Gordy.
          (SAVION moves quickly to unlock 4 locks
          and opens the door)
                         SAVION
Sorry about that.
          (GORDON enters)
                         GORDON
Hey babe...I see you hav'en one of those days...again.
          (GORDON places shopping bag on counter)
                         SAVION
You're wearing a new pair of shoes.  I know your shoes,
boots and sneakers...Where the hell did you get those?  They
don't look all that new.
                         GORDON
I got-um from the garbage room on my floor.
                         SAVION
I thought the soles looked vaguely familiar.  I know...I
know now...they belonged to...
          (Cut off by GORDON)
                         GORDON
I don't want to know...cause then maybe I'll have to
throw-um out.
                         SAVION 
Thanks a mill for the shopping...Where's your stuff?  
                         GORDON
Upstairs, in my apartment...my ass ain't play'in today I
gotta make some money.
                         SAVION
How much do I owe you?
                         GORDON
Look at it this way...I use to owe you eighty dollars... 
          (Beat)
...Now I owe you sixty-five.
                         SAVION
Look over there.
                         GORDON
Where?
                         SAVION
Right there!...on the counter...between the refrigerator and
the wall... What do you see?
                         GORDON
A toaster oven.
                         SAVION
That's it?
                         GORDON
That's it...
You got X-ray vision...Superman?
          (Beat)
You see some money?...So what's up for today?
          (Facetiously)
Who needs some company? 
                         SAVION
Doan make fun...I remember when I needed company...and...It
wasn't there.
                         GORDON
Me too...Then I found you.
          (SAVION blushes)
                         SAVION
Did you get my traps?
                         GORDON
          (LOUDLY)
You mean, R O A C H    T R A P P P P P S S S S S S S S !!!
                         SAVION
          (Loudly)
Roach traps...you bastard.
          (Pause)
                         GORDON
Welcome to the club...with us: the people...
          (Beat)
You know us...the local help.
                         SAVION
Notttttttttttttttt!...that is...not yet.
          (Beat)
Seriously...I saw a roach last night...It got away. 
They're the only thing on the face of the earth I hate.
                         GORDON
Didn't you say that every living thing has a purpose...
...more purpose than some people... What's the purpose of
roaches?
                         SAVION
200 million years B.C., before the dinosaur, and before man,
the ROACH was created for one reason that will live in
infamy.
                         GORDON
And what's that?
                         SAVION
To let people know...THAT YOU'RE A PIGGGGGGG!!!!
          (They both scream and laugh)
                         GORDON
Anything interesting on the phone?
                         SAVION
Nahhhh.  Nothing interesting... Just the usual that want to
talk and talk and talk about things and do nothing to change
things.  In their minds, they're above professional help...
          (Beat)
Oh... 
          (Beat)
I think Angry Man is calling today?
                         GORDON
There's no amount of money that I would take that kinda
crap for.
          (Cut off by SAVION)
                         SAVION
Oh!  Better than Angry Man, my weekly Shrinker is calling.
                         GORDON
          (Surprised)
Get outta here...I knew it...I knew it...I told you...she
was gonna become one of your clients?
                         SAVION
          (Laughing)
No...
                         GORDON
What happened?...Your Ride cancelled...again?
                         SAVION
You got it.
                         GORDON
You need to report that guy to his judge...What kind of
community service is this...he doesn't show-up half the
time.
                         SAVION
Let's just hope if he's behind the wheel...he's sober.
                         GORDON
I wish I could take you over there but I got appointments
today.
                         SAVION
Stop...You do too much for me, already.
          (Pause)
                         GORDON
How much do you get for each minute on the phone?
                         SAVION
Fifty cents a minute.  You know it's not about the money for
me.
                         GORDON
I know, and I thank God I'm not you, cause I need The Money.
          (Pause)
Thirty dollars for thirty minutes of my time, thank you.
          (Pause)
                         SAVION
You go to people's apartments and you massage them, thirty
bucks for half an hour.
          (Beat)
You're not a trained masseur...or a physical therapist...
          (Beat)
...where'd you get your training from?
                         GORDON
My twin brother.
          (They scream and laugh uncontrollably and 
          slowly they regroup)
                         SAVION
Seriously, like me, you're just a little Company for someone
that might be a little needy.
                         GORDON
Or...a little Horny.
          (They scream again)
                         SAVION
Hey...the telephone psychics get 4.99 a minute...I get a
fraction of that...50  a minute.  And they don't have shit
on me. 
          (They laugh)
                         GORDON
You're right.
                         SAVION
So what you got cookin for today?
                         GORDON
My first stop is right here in the building...then I venture
out...then I'm back...then I'm gone...then I'm back...then
I'm gone.
                         SAVION
So where are you sleeping?
                         GORDON
Oh...by then I come back.
                         SAVION
Tell me straight-up...Or don't answer...Do they disrobe
completely?
                         GORDON
Completely...
          (Beat)
...All but one.
                         SAVION
What's the story?
                         GORDON
A double mastectomy...and she's young.
          (Beat)
Right now, she won't let her husband touch her...
...only me.
                         SAVION
Wowwwwwwwww!
          (Pause)
I've talked to you about what my friend Emma is going
through.
                         GORDON
Aggressive, inoperable lung cancer. 
She's got a 5O year old son who's never had a date, who
might be retarded, only she never told him, and she wouldn't
let anyone tell her or him. 
          (GORDON takes a deep breath and continues)
                         GORDON (cont'd)
He took her to see the movie, RAIN MAN. 
He wanted to tell her about himself, before she dies, but
she already knows...but she can't talk to him about it...
...too heavy...too heavy.
          (Pause)
                         SAVION
They stopped his unemployment.  I think I could fix it.
          (Beat)
The guy is disabled and instead of a furnished room...He
could be living with supervised independence...no one has to
compete with rats for the food in a restaurant dumpster. 
          (Beat)
5O years old--and never had a date.
                         GORDON
Speaking of dates...
          (Beat)
How'd your home dinner-date with my friend Tracey work out?
                         SAVION
Don't shit me, I'm sure you got all the details by now.
                         GORDON
No...No...She's not like that...I swear.
          (Pause)
I thought about you...didn't I?
          (Beat)
She's so skinny and cute...When I first met her I thought
about you instantly.  If the two of you got together and got
it going-on, you all would start A Fire...A Blaze...
Pooooofffffff...Bye-Bye Save...Bye Tracey...Need Two New
Friends.
          (Beat)
Well...did you?
                         SAVION
Come on.  You know me better than that.  If you didn't know
her I would tell you, but you do...so...and how the hell am
I gonna have a relationship with anyone if I can't even get
out of this apartment by myself.
                         GORDON
Who's lookin for a relationship?
                         SAVION
Most of us, I think.
          (Phone rings 1 time)
                         SAVION (cont'd)
Here we go.
                         GORDON
Let me go too...I'll stop by in a little bit when I'm
finished in the building.
          (GORDON air-kisses in the direction of 
          SAVION.  GORDON gets up then walks to the
          door but can't get the right locks open.
          Phone rings a second time.  SAVION grabs
          the telephone, goes to the door and
          quickly unlocks it and opens the door)
                         GORDON (cont')
          (Softly)
Love ya.
                         SAVION
I'll see ya later.
          (GORDON exits.  SAVION closes the door,
          relocking it.  The phone rings a third 
          time and SAVION answers)
                         SAVION (cont'd)
Hello.  May I help you?                                   
                         MARIA
I can't take it here anymore.  The people on my job are
making be crazy.
                         SAVION
Hello...Maria.  
                         MARIA
They think they can get away with this shit!...They think
they wanna play with somebody?...Do they wanna play?...The
problem is... They never stopped for one second to think
about who the hell they were playing with!...That's the
Problem.
          (Pause)
                         SAVION
          (Slowly)
Maria.
          (Pause)
                         MARIA
Hi Save.
          (Devastated, hardly able to talk)
They make fun of me, and laugh at me behind my back.
This bitch spread rumors about me all over the office... 
          (Beat)
...that I'm LOOSE...Kid-shit.
          (Beat)
Pay-back is a BITCH!
          (Crying)
          (AUTOMATED OPERATOR #1 cuts in)
                         AUTOMATED OPERATOR #1
Ten cents, please, for the next 2 minutes.
                         SAVION
Shit...gimme your phone number and I'll call you right
back...
          (SAVION looks on the kitchen counter at
          the caller I.D.)
                         SAVION (cont'd)
Never mind, I've got it on the Caller ID.  Just hang-up. 
I'll call you right back.
          (SAVION disconnects then dials her back.
          Audience can hear the dialing.  Beat, then
          one ring tone)
                         MARIA
Savion?
                         SAVION
Yeah.
                         MARIA
          (Still upset)
They hate me there?...Why?
                         SAVION
          (Gently)
Sweetheart...I've told you...they don't hate you.  They hate
the tax involved in dealing with you.  YOU are WORK.
They don't hate YOU.  They hate the WORK.
                         MARIA
What am I gonna do?  I have to work.  I need the money?
                         SAVION
Did you make it to the interview on Waters Street? 
                         MARIA
Yeah.
                         SAVION
And?
                         MARIA
It's iffy.  The fact that I'm 25 and they might become my
tenth employer didn't go over.
                         SAVION
Stay positive...redo your resume.  Don't disclose all those
employers...they'll check the last 2 if even, be creative,
take a chance...And ACT.
          (Beat)
Before you get there...YOU, have to know why that company
can't afford to let you leave that interview unhired.  Your
job is to communicate it, effectively.  Rehearse,
Rehearse...It's Acting...ACTING.
                         MARIA
What they put me through on my job is inhumane...
...When is it gonna stop?...What should I do?...How can they
be so unkind?
                         SAVION
Unfortunately, Sweetheart, kindness takes a back seat to
self interest...especially on a job.  If you want IT to
stop...then YOU need to stop.  
          (Beat)
You know this is not the "stroke line."
                         MARIA
I know Save...I trust you...and I like your style.
                         SAVION
Do you remember what we talked about when you called me,
after losing your last job?
                         MARIA
Like what?
                         SAVION
Like:  The Class...and...The Homework
The Class is about the World and The Homework is about You.
          (Beat)
You remember your First or Second Grade Class...It didn't go
anywhere.  It's everywhere...everywhere: on the job, in the
movies, churches, you name it...the same forces...the same
ugly dynamic...And it's not gonna stop for me...or you.
          (Pause)
Right or Wrong...If you expect a single co-worker to forfeit
its security in The Class, to be fair or even kind...you
need to get that expectation in-check...quick!
          (Pause)
The Class Mentality rivals that of a Mob...
          (Pause)
...and they can crucify you...if they want to...and keep
dead silent about it.  The only noise...rumbles quietly and
uncomfortably in their consciences.
                         MARIA
That sucks.
                         SAVION
Work to make things easier.
                         MARIA
How?
                         SAVION
Give up your role as the clique-reject.  You're so use to
it.  It's all you do.    
          (Beat)
You got the role down pitty-pat, it's so easy,
natural...despite the outcome.
          (Beat)
Not easy, giving up something you know so well...especially
if it's the only dance you know.
          (Silence)
                         MARIA
Tell me again, what do I do?
                         SAVION
Do...what's not, easy.  
          (Beat)
Do something that will get you "Labeled."
          
                         MARIA
Labeled?
                         SAVION
Yeah... labeled by someone.  Labels go a long-way.
Don't they?
Except this time the label is NOT going to Read: DIFFERENT
or LOOSE...it will read COOL.          (Beat)
Elicit their approval, not their alarm or comtempt.
          (Beat)
Not easy.  If you practice, you will develop options, you
will have new tools...Then...if you go back to being the
clique-reject you can be one with a smile on your face.
                         MARIA
What do you mean--Homework?
                         SAVION
What did you call me when you first started calling?
                         MARIA
No, Save I can't.
                         SAVION
Come on.  Don't punk-out on me.


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