SHORT PLAYS
FATHER AND SON
Father (fifties) and Son (twenties) seated at a table in an apartment, looking over a checkbook and check ledger.
FATHER: And what do I put here?
SON: The amount.
FATHER: I get it.
SON: You put in the amount, then you subtract it from the balance.
FATHER: Which is the balance?
SON: The balance. The total you start out with.
FATHER: I get it. So the amount goes here.
SON: Right.
FATHER: And then I subtract the amount from the balance.
SON: Right.
FATHER: So let’s say I’m paying Con Ed. Here I write “Con Ed” and where it says amount, I put in how much the check is for.
SON: Right.
FATHER: And then I subtract the amount from the balance. How’m I doing?
SON: Great.
FATHER: This isn’t so hard. All those years I thought your mother was doing something so hard and mysterious. This isn’t bad at all. I’m doing okay, right?
SON: You’re doing great.
FATHER: I’m not such a bad student, am I?
SON: No, it’s just that I’m such a good teacher.
FATHER (Laughs): So anyway, what do I do after I subtract?
SON: Nothing.
FATHER: So what’s this number here?
SON: Your new balance.
FATHER: Oh. And then what do I do? I go on to the next check?
SON: Right. And you just do the same thing for each check.
FATHER: I get it. So let’s say I write a check out to the phone company.
SON: It’s the same procedure.
FATHER: I write in the amount, subtract it, and then I wind up with . . . I forgot what you called it.
SON: The new balance.
FATHER: Right. And that’s all there is to it. That’s how you balance a checkbook. Gee.
SON: Well, I gotta go.
FATHER: What time is it?
SON: It’s almost seven.
FATHER: Gee, I had no idea.
SON: I don’t want to get home too late. The trains are crazy.
FATHER: No, of course not. It’ll probably be dark by the time you get home.
SON: Yeah, I know.
FATHER: Well, let me just ask you something.
SON: What?
FATHER: What if I want to write you a check?
SON: What do you mean?
FATHER: Do I have to write your whole name in here? (Meaning the ledger)
SON: No.
FATHER: I don’t?
SON: No. Nobody’s gonna be looking at the book but you.
FATHER: So if I wrote you a check, all I really have to write in here is “Mickey,” right? I don’t have to write Michael Weiss or anything.
SON: No.
FATHER: I see. I can just write “Mickey” and that’ll do.
SON: Dad, I really should go.
FATHER: Of course.
SON: (Kisses him): Take it easy.
FATHER: Naturally. How’m I doing?
SON: You’re doing great.
FATHER: Hey, how’s your girlfriend?
SON: Fine.
FATHER: She gets more beautiful every time I see her.
SON: Yeah . . . well, I’ll speak to you soon.
FATHER: You gonna get the train right here?
SON: Yup.
FATHER: And that’ll take you straight to your house?
SON: Uh, yeah, then I walk two blocks.
FATHER: Uh-huh. Okay.
SON: So, you can call me, too, you know.
FATHER: I will . . .
SON (Kisses him): So take it easy.
FATHER: Hey, Mick?
SON: What?
FATHER: Come on, I’ll take you home. (Stands)
SON: No.
FATHER: I don’t want you on the trains. You could get killed.
SON: I ride the trains all the time, don’t worry about it.
FATHER: Let me just get my stuff, go to the john . . .
SON: Forget about it. 60 Minutes is almost on.
FATHER: So what, I can live without Mike Wallace.
SON: But you love 60 Minutes.
FATHER: Ah, it’s stupid lately. Let me pee.
SON: No, Dad, I’m going.
FATHER: What’re you gonna do, such a long train ride.
SON: I’ve got the puzzle, I’ll be fine.
FATHER: The crossword? Your mother was crazy about crosswords. She’d know all the answers one-two-three. (Pause)
SON: Look, this is really silly, Dad, what are you gonna start shlepping to the city for?, you’ve got a great spot.
FATHER (A beat): Are you sure?
SON: Yes.
FATHER: Go already, then. I’d have to stop for gas anyway, so go.
SON: Yeah.
FATHER: You better get going.
SON: So long. (Kisses him, they hug)
FATHER: Your mother would have loved your haircut.
DEATH IN
THE FAMILY
A telephone conversation.
Mickey is in his twenties; Irving is in his fifties.
MICKEY: Hello?
IRVING: Mickey, this is your Unc.
MICKEY: He...