UNTITLED PLAY - SCENE 1 (setup only)
GUILLAUME, mid-20s, vibrant alpha male type. French accent.
PATRICK, mid-20s, quiet, innocent, maybe a little nerdy.
SARAH, early-20s, bohemian, sassy, sharp.
Central Park. A bench. Guillaume sits on the far stage-left side of it. He eats a green apple. He watches the passers-by in the park, but for the most part he appears to be thinking about something. After a while, a baseball sails over his head, just missing him.
GUILLAUME: Hey! Watch where you throw that fucking thing!
A beat as he stares off. He goes back to eating his apple. After a little bit more, Patrick enters from stage right. He begins walking past Guillaume.
GUILLAUME: Patrick?
Patrick stops and turns in a fluid motion, towards Guillaume.
PATRICK: Oh wow. Guillaume?
Guillaume gets up and the two embrace.
PATRICK: What's up man? How've you been?
The two sit down on the bench, Patrick to Guillaume's left.
GUILLAUME: Not too bad, man, can't complain.
PATRICK: Jesus, it's been forever.
GUILLAUME: Well, I - I dunno. Has it? Yeah, I guess - I guess so.
PATRICK: Years.
GUILLAUME: Ha.
A beat.
GUILLAUME: That's funny. It doesn't feel like that long.
PATRICK: You don't think so?
GUILLAUME: No.
A beat.
GUILLAUME: But anyway, so, how've you been, man?
PATRICK: Good. I mean...yeah. Really good, actually. You?
GUILLAUME: Eh. I, uh - better, you know?
PATRICK: You're better? Were you sick or something?
GUILLAUME: No, I mean, like, I've been better.
PATRICK: Oh. I'm sorry.
A beat.
PATRICK: You feel like talking about it?
GUILLAUME: Not really.
PATRICK: That's cool.
GUILLAUME: It's just, like, female stuff. Stuff - stuff with the female.
Guillaume laughs. Patrick seems intrigued.
PATRICK: You mean...what was her name...
GUILLAUME: Oh no, no, not her, no. No, just - new. A new - yeah.
PATRICK: You were always skilled at lining 'em up.
GUILLAUME: Yeah.
PATRICK: Always had it, you know, -
GUILLAUME: Yeah.
PATRICK: - always knew what to do and whatnot.
GUILLAUME: Yeah. Yeah, I did.
A beat.
PATRICK: You meeting her here or something? You seem -
GUILLAUME: Yeah.
PATRICK: - nervous.
GUILLAUME: Yeah - I mean, yeah, I'm meeting her here. I'm not nervous.
PATRICK: I can go or something, if that's what you want. I mean -
GUILLAUME: Oh - no -
PATRICK: - I can go, I got shit to do anyway.
GUILLAUME: No man, it's cool, stay, for sure, stay.
A beat.
PATRICK: So she's giving you a hard time or something?
GUILLAUME: Well yeah. I dunno. She's been acting weird lately. And then - she told me to ah, to meet her here.
PATRICK: Ah ok.
GUILLAUME: At noon.
Patrick quickly checks his watch.
PATRICK: Jesus. That's like - Jesus Guillaume, that was like -
GUILLAUME: I know.
PATRICK: Almost an hour ago.
GUILLAUME: I know.
PATRICK: What the fuck are you still doing here?
GUILLAUME: I, uh...I dunno.
PATRICK: Not answering her cell?
GUILLAUME: No.
PATRICK: Fuck.
A beat.
PATRICK: So, who is this chick?
GUILLAUME, mid-20s, vibrant alpha male type. French accent.
PATRICK, mid-20s, quiet, innocent, maybe a little nerdy.
SARAH, early-20s, bohemian, sassy, sharp.
Central Park. A bench. Guillaume sits on the far stage-left side of it. He eats a green apple. He watches the passers-by in the park, but for the most part he appears to be thinking about something. After a while, a baseball sails over his head, just missing him.
GUILLAUME: Hey! Watch where you throw that fucking thing!
A beat as he stares off. He goes back to eating his apple. After a little bit more, Patrick enters from stage right. He begins walking past Guillaume.
GUILLAUME: Patrick?
Patrick stops and turns in a fluid motion, towards Guillaume.
PATRICK: Oh wow. Guillaume?
Guillaume gets up and the two embrace.
PATRICK: What's up man? How've you been?
The two sit down on the bench, Patrick to Guillaume's left.
GUILLAUME: Not too bad, man, can't complain.
PATRICK: Jesus, it's been forever.
GUILLAUME: Well, I - I dunno. Has it? Yeah, I guess - I guess so.
PATRICK: Years.
GUILLAUME: Ha.
A beat.
GUILLAUME: That's funny. It doesn't feel like that long.
PATRICK: You don't think so?
GUILLAUME: No.
A beat.
GUILLAUME: But anyway, so, how've you been, man?
PATRICK: Good. I mean...yeah. Really good, actually. You?
GUILLAUME: Eh. I, uh - better, you know?
PATRICK: You're better? Were you sick or something?
GUILLAUME: No, I mean, like, I've been better.
PATRICK: Oh. I'm sorry.
A beat.
PATRICK: You feel like talking about it?
GUILLAUME: Not really.
PATRICK: That's cool.
GUILLAUME: It's just, like, female stuff. Stuff - stuff with the female.
Guillaume laughs. Patrick seems intrigued.
PATRICK: You mean...what was her name...
GUILLAUME: Oh no, no, not her, no. No, just - new. A new - yeah.
PATRICK: You were always skilled at lining 'em up.
GUILLAUME: Yeah.
PATRICK: Always had it, you know, -
GUILLAUME: Yeah.
PATRICK: - always knew what to do and whatnot.
GUILLAUME: Yeah. Yeah, I did.
A beat.
PATRICK: You meeting her here or something? You seem -
GUILLAUME: Yeah.
PATRICK: - nervous.
GUILLAUME: Yeah - I mean, yeah, I'm meeting her here. I'm not nervous.
PATRICK: I can go or something, if that's what you want. I mean -
GUILLAUME: Oh - no -
PATRICK: - I can go, I got shit to do anyway.
GUILLAUME: No man, it's cool, stay, for sure, stay.
A beat.
PATRICK: So she's giving you a hard time or something?
GUILLAUME: Well yeah. I dunno. She's been acting weird lately. And then - she told me to ah, to meet her here.
PATRICK: Ah ok.
GUILLAUME: At noon.
Patrick quickly checks his watch.
PATRICK: Jesus. That's like - Jesus Guillaume, that was like -
GUILLAUME: I know.
PATRICK: Almost an hour ago.
GUILLAUME: I know.
PATRICK: What the fuck are you still doing here?
GUILLAUME: I, uh...I dunno.
PATRICK: Not answering her cell?
GUILLAUME: No.
PATRICK: Fuck.
A beat.
PATRICK: So, who is this chick?
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