play excerpts

Here are some excerpts from my plays Recess, Juggernaut and FRAPPÉ. For full scripts or production interest please contact me.

recess

This play was written at the height of the economic downturn. Banks were being bailed out. Hundreds of families were living in tent cities as they lost their homes to a bankrupt system. This is the story of one family who is pushed past the edge by forces beyond their control. It received a workshop reading and discussion at Theatre Nanaimo.

EXCERPT:

 

Scene 6

 

(Living room. The drop cloths have been folded and placed by the front door. Marshall enters very cautiously carrying a small bag. He opens it, scans it quickly then removes a stack of bills and puts it in his wallet. He stashes the bag in a secret compartment in the side table. He then goes to his laptop. Tess enters somewhat abruptly startling Marshall.)

 

Marshall-

Jesus Tess…you scared the shit outta me.

 

Tess-

Sorry.

 

Marshall-

You shouldn’t sneak up on people…

 

Tess-

I said I was sorry.

 

Marshall-

Christ.

 

(Pause.)

 

Tess-

So the roofers were here.

 

Marshall-

I see that.

 

Tess-

I left the invoice with the other ones.

 

Marshall-

Good. Great.

 

Tess-

There’s some second notices there you know?

 

Marshall-

I know. I’ll get to them.

 

Tess-

Like I said before I can go and pay them if…

 

Marshall-

It’s okay.

 

Tess-

…if you’re busy.

 

Marshall-

Thanks but that’s not necessary.

 

Tess-

You are busy right?

 

(Pause.)

 

Marshall-

What’s that supposed to mean?

 

Tess-

Oh nothing, it’s just there’s a letter here for you from your office.

 

Marshall-

What?

 

Tess-

Actually it looks more like a cheque.

 

Marshall-

Yes, and?

 

Tess-

Nothing, it’s just I thought your pay went direct deposit…into our joint account.

 

Marshall-

It’s probably just a bonus or something.

 

Tess-

Funny thing about our joint account is that there doesn’t seem to be any money in there…any idea why that could be?

 

Marshall-

I’ve been shifting some things around with the investments…

 

Tess-

Oh, okay, just next time let me know so I don’t try to pay for your daughter’s prom dress with an empty bank account.

 

Marshall-

I thought you already paid for…

 

Tess-

No they wanted her to try it on first, they’re very nice over there. They even tried not to notice how humiliated I was.

 

Marshall-

Where’s the dress now?

 

Tess-

Well it’s still at the store Marshall.

 

Marshall-

How much was it?

 

Tess-

Five hundred.

 

Marshall-

Five hundred? For a dress?

 

Tess-

Yeah, we got a cheap one.

 

Marshall-

Don’t be like that. Here. (He takes money out of his wallet.) That should cover it. What?

 

Tess-

What’s going on?

 

Marshall-

What do you mean?

 

Tess-

With you! What’s going on with you?

 

Marshall-

Nothing…nothing’s going on.

 

Tess-

Then why are you walking around here like a zombie? You don’t even look at me.

 

Marshall-

I look at you, I fucking love looking at you!

 

Tess-

But you don’t see me! Do you? Or maybe it’s that I can’t see you, huh? Where have you been?

 

Marshall-

I’ve been here, I’ve always been here.

 

Tess-

Yes but where? In the fucking computer…on the phone…where?

 

Marshall-

That’s not fair, I spend time with you.

 

Tess-

You do? ‘Cause it seems like your head is anywhere but with me right now. What is going on?

 

Marshall-

Nothing, I’m just a bit stressed I guess.

 

Tess-

Okay, what is stressing you?

 

Marshall-

Things are just piling up, there’s a lot gong on.

 

Tess-

Is there?

 

Marshall-

Yes.

 

Tess-

Where?

 

Marshall-

What the fuck do you mean “where”?

 

(Pause.)

 

Tess-

I called your office today.

 

 

© 2017 Cody Porter

Juggernaut

This is a one person show about a man inexorably unraveling in a basement suite following a traumatic loss. Its a frenetic spiral down the rabbit hole of a soul unable to cope with reality. From the viewpoint of the fringes. Its a stream of consciousness without a paddle. A fever dream that gets under your skin. It was produced at Nextfest.

EXCERPT:

(One talks to a small red teddy bear)

ONE-

I can’t sleep…actually I don’t know if I can. I haven’t. In days. Four days. Days in a haze. I haven’t really been trying, I guess. Been churning, rattling, drifting. Speeding through a cloud, floating on the freeways. Lines passing by. I can’t focus my eyes. No, that’s not it. But I see things. I’m seeing things? Nothing clear, nothing concise. It’s like what they used to do for flashbacks on T.V. shows…that’s sort of what it’s like. That fog around the edges. Like this has already happened, or something. But, I’m here now. I can interact. Touch things. Like this, (an object) I can touch this. It moves around, and it’s me moving it. Isn’t it? If I look in a direction, I know what I’m seeing…but the facts, the details, get blurry. Like I’m dreaming. I’m sure I’m not though. No I’m awake, for sure.

 

I’ve been talking to people. (Indicates computer). O.K. typing to people. Typing with people? Well, really we’re typing against each other. No one ever has the same ideas, not exactly. But it’s not original either. It’s like déjà vu or reincarnation or something. I don’t like what they say? So what? It’s a free country right? I love that they get to say those things. Good for them. More power to them! More power. Maybe too much. Too much.

 

They kicked me off! The boss of the chat, the administrator or whatever, turfed me. I was “too hostile”. I just wanted to challenge them, y’know. I like to shake a sheep once in a while. Keep it fresh. Make hay while the sun is shining. It is now. Shining. The sun is. No…Streetlight?

 

What time is it? Do you know? (Pause). I killed my clock. One thing you notice when you’re drifting is seconds. Are seconds? You notice seconds. A lot. They keep coming at you. When you’re sitting there. Or here. (Sits). They keep happening. You can count them. I do. I try to. I only count the ticks. I let the tocks go. No one ever got lime disease from a tock.

 

© 2017 Cody Porter

 

  

FRAPPÉ

This is a quirky little dark roast comedy. Zoë meets Daniel. Daniel falls for  Zoë. Zoë is feeling something. The only problem is Zoë's volatile boyfriend Tom. Romance, hockey riots, antiques roadshow, unrequited desires. Its a double shot of fringe style fun. Produced at Edmonton International Fringe Festival.

 

EXCERPT:

(Zoë mixes drinks)

Daniel-

So I see you’re watching the road show.

 

Zoë-

Yeah, I love it!

 

Daniel-

I watch it sometimes…it seems pretty good.

 

Zoë-

Pretty good? What could be better? These people bring in their old junk, or what they think is junk…and maybe the stuff has been in their family for 200 years or something or they bought it when they were young in “West Lester”…and they bring it on and they paid like 5 shillings or something when they got it, and then the appraiser tells them it’s worth like some outrageous amount like twenty thousand pounds. And then they show their reactions and some of them are just so cute it breaks your heart…like they couldn’t even imagine it was worth that much and then they say they could never sell it, not for anything. One person’s trash, is another’s treasure. Here you go. (Hands him a glass and sits in armchair.)

 

Daniel-

Cheers! Very interesting.

 

Zoë-

Interesting? It’s fascinating! I also like to try and guess what the items’ value will be, and how much they should insure it for.

 

 

Daniel-

(Takes a sip.) Whoa! That’s the spirit…O.K. (Refers to TV.) So this tapestry, what do you think it’s worth, then?

 

Zoë-

That’s not how you do it, you have to wait until they tell you a little about it…otherwise it’s just random guessing, and where’s the fun in that?

 

Daniel-

Fine, have it your way. But I think that might be cheating. I mean, if you really knew antiques, you would have an estimation of what it’s worth by now.*

 

Zoë-

No, what I do is not about appraising the pieces. It’s about trying to guess what it means to the people, and trying to find a figure appropriate to the sentimental value of the object.*

 

Daniel-

O.K. so then how much is this one worth?

 

Zoë-

Well, since he got it from his grandmother right before she passed away, and loves it, and keeps it displayed in his living room… I will say it’s worth…15, 000 pounds!

 

Daniel-

O.K. well …I’ll say 3 000, tops.

 

Zoë-

It’s a bet. Loser finishes their glass. (They shake on it.)

 

Daniel-

Agreed.

 

( Sound cue in posh British dialect: “I would say that if you were to put this piece up at auction, it could easily fetch 14, 000 to 16, 000 pounds.”)

 

Zoë-

Yes? Well? Go on then.

 

Daniel-

A bet is a bet. (Drinks glass.)

 

Zoë-

Another?

 

© 2017 Cody Porter