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Authors: David Mamet
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Bobby. Well, okay, that’s where we’ll go then, Ruthie, we aren’t going to go and see him at some hospital he isn’t even at . . .
Pause.
Bobby’s not here. I will. Okay. I will. Around eleven. Okay. (He hangs up.)
TEACH (to BOB) : And you owe me twenty bucks.
DON (dialing) : For Columbus Hospital, please.
TEACH : (Fuckin’ medical costs . . . )
DON : Thank you.
TEACH (singing softly to himself) : “. . . and I’m never ever sick at sea.”
DON : Yes. For Fletcher Post, please, he was just admitted?
Pause.
No. I only want to know is he all right, and when we go to see him.
Pause.
Thank you.
TEACH : What?
DON : She’s looking. (To phone) Yes? Yeah. Thank you very much. Yes. You’ve been very kind. (He hangs up phone.)
TEACH : What is he, in there?
DON : Yeah.
TEACH : And they won’t let us talk to him?
DON : His jaw is broke.
BOB : I feel funny.
TEACH : Your ear hurts.
DON : Bob, it hurts. Bob?
TEACH : I never felt quite right on this.
DON : Go tilt your head the other way.
TEACH I mean, we’re fucked up here. We have not blown the shot, but we’re fucked up.
DON : We are going to take you to the hospital.
TEACH : Yeah, yeah, we’ll take you to the hospital, you’ll get some care, this isn’t a big deal.
DON : Bob, you fell downstairs, you hurt your ear.
TEACH : He understands?
DON : You understand? We’re going to take you to the hospital, you fell downstairs.
TEACH (at door) : This fucking rain.
DON : You give ‘em your right name, Bob, and you know what you can tell ‘em. (Reaches in pocket, thrusts money at BOB.) You hold on to this, Bob. Anything you want inside the hospital.
BOB : I don’t want to go to the hospital.
TEACH : You’re going to the hospital, and that’s the end of it.
BOB : I don’t want to.
DON : You got to, Bob.
BOB : Why?
TEACH : You’re fucked up, that’s why.
BOB : I’m gonna do the job.
DON : We aren’t going to do the job tonight, Bob.
TEACH : You got a hat or something keep my head dry?
DON : No.
BOB : I get to do the job.
TEACH : You shut up. You are going in the hospital.
DON : We aren’t going to do the job tonight.
BOB : We do it sometime else.
DON : Yeah.
TEACH : He ain’t going to do no job.
DON : Shut up.
TEACH : Just say he isn’t going to do no job.
DON : It’s done now.
TEACH : What?
DON : I’m saying, this is over.
TEACH : No, it’s not, Don. It is not. He does no job.
DON : You leave the fucking kid alone.
TEACH : You want kids, you go have them. I am not your wife. This doesn’t mean a thing to me. I’m in this. And itisn‘ t over. This is for me, and this is my question:
Pause.
Where did you get that coin?
BOB : What?
TEACH : Where’d you get that fucking nickel, if it all comes out now.
Pause.
He comes in here, a fifty dollars for a nickel, where’d you get it?
BOB : Take me to the hospital.
Pause.
TEACH : Where did you get that nickel? (I want you to watch this.)
Pause.
BOB : I bought it.
TEACH : (Mother Fucking Junkies.)
DON : Shut up.
TEACH : What are you saying that you bought that coin?
BOB : Yeah.
TEACH : Where?
BOB : A coin store.
Pause.
TEACH : You bought it in a coin store.
BOB : Yeah.
Pause.
TEACH : Why?
DON : Go get your car.
TEACH : What did you pay for it?
Pause.
What did you pay for it?
BOB : Fifty dollars.
TEACH : You buy a coin for fifty dollars, you come back here.
Pause.
Why?
DON : Go get your fucking car.
TEACH : Why would you do a thing like that?
BOB : I don’t know.
TEACH : Why would you go do a thing like that?
BOB : For Donny.
Pause.
TEACH : You people make my flesh crawl.
DON : Bob, we’re going to take you out of here.
TEACH : I can not take this anymore.
DON : Can you walk?
BOB : No.
DON : Go and get your car.
TEACH : I am not your nigger. I am not your wife.
DON : I’m through with you today.
TEACH : You are.
DON : Yes.
TEACH : Why?
Pause.
DON : You have lamed this up real good.
TEACH : I did.
DON : Real
Pause.
Bobby’s not here. I will. Okay. I will. Around eleven. Okay. (He hangs up.)
TEACH (to BOB) : And you owe me twenty bucks.
DON (dialing) : For Columbus Hospital, please.
TEACH : (Fuckin’ medical costs . . . )
DON : Thank you.
TEACH (singing softly to himself) : “. . . and I’m never ever sick at sea.”
DON : Yes. For Fletcher Post, please, he was just admitted?
Pause.
No. I only want to know is he all right, and when we go to see him.
Pause.
Thank you.
TEACH : What?
DON : She’s looking. (To phone) Yes? Yeah. Thank you very much. Yes. You’ve been very kind. (He hangs up phone.)
TEACH : What is he, in there?
DON : Yeah.
TEACH : And they won’t let us talk to him?
DON : His jaw is broke.
BOB : I feel funny.
TEACH : Your ear hurts.
DON : Bob, it hurts. Bob?
TEACH : I never felt quite right on this.
DON : Go tilt your head the other way.
TEACH I mean, we’re fucked up here. We have not blown the shot, but we’re fucked up.
DON : We are going to take you to the hospital.
TEACH : Yeah, yeah, we’ll take you to the hospital, you’ll get some care, this isn’t a big deal.
DON : Bob, you fell downstairs, you hurt your ear.
TEACH : He understands?
DON : You understand? We’re going to take you to the hospital, you fell downstairs.
TEACH (at door) : This fucking rain.
DON : You give ‘em your right name, Bob, and you know what you can tell ‘em. (Reaches in pocket, thrusts money at BOB.) You hold on to this, Bob. Anything you want inside the hospital.
BOB : I don’t want to go to the hospital.
TEACH : You’re going to the hospital, and that’s the end of it.
BOB : I don’t want to.
DON : You got to, Bob.
BOB : Why?
TEACH : You’re fucked up, that’s why.
BOB : I’m gonna do the job.
DON : We aren’t going to do the job tonight, Bob.
TEACH : You got a hat or something keep my head dry?
DON : No.
BOB : I get to do the job.
TEACH : You shut up. You are going in the hospital.
DON : We aren’t going to do the job tonight.
BOB : We do it sometime else.
DON : Yeah.
TEACH : He ain’t going to do no job.
DON : Shut up.
TEACH : Just say he isn’t going to do no job.
DON : It’s done now.
TEACH : What?
DON : I’m saying, this is over.
TEACH : No, it’s not, Don. It is not. He does no job.
DON : You leave the fucking kid alone.
TEACH : You want kids, you go have them. I am not your wife. This doesn’t mean a thing to me. I’m in this. And itisn‘ t over. This is for me, and this is my question:
Pause.
Where did you get that coin?
BOB : What?
TEACH : Where’d you get that fucking nickel, if it all comes out now.
Pause.
He comes in here, a fifty dollars for a nickel, where’d you get it?
BOB : Take me to the hospital.
Pause.
TEACH : Where did you get that nickel? (I want you to watch this.)
Pause.
BOB : I bought it.
TEACH : (Mother Fucking Junkies.)
DON : Shut up.
TEACH : What are you saying that you bought that coin?
BOB : Yeah.
TEACH : Where?
BOB : A coin store.
Pause.
TEACH : You bought it in a coin store.
BOB : Yeah.
Pause.
TEACH : Why?
DON : Go get your car.
TEACH : What did you pay for it?
Pause.
What did you pay for it?
BOB : Fifty dollars.
TEACH : You buy a coin for fifty dollars, you come back here.
Pause.
Why?
DON : Go get your fucking car.
TEACH : Why would you do a thing like that?
BOB : I don’t know.
TEACH : Why would you go do a thing like that?
BOB : For Donny.
Pause.
TEACH : You people make my flesh crawl.
DON : Bob, we’re going to take you out of here.
TEACH : I can not take this anymore.
DON : Can you walk?
BOB : No.
DON : Go and get your car.
TEACH : I am not your nigger. I am not your wife.
DON : I’m through with you today.
TEACH : You are.
DON : Yes.
TEACH : Why?
Pause.
DON : You have lamed this up real good.
TEACH : I did.
DON : Real
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