Stubs

In this short dramatic scene, MARSHALL visits his old childhood friend RONALD to ask him for a favor.  Get free scripts and scenes on MB.

Marshall: Hello, good evening, sorry to bother you so late in the evening, Mrs. Hatchet.

Harriet: Call me as you’ve always called me, Marshall, please.

(Marshall nods.)

Is everything alright?

Marshall: Everything is fine…is your husband home?  I’d like a word with him.

(Harriet stares into Marshall)

Harriet: Sure.  Actually, come in.  Come on in.

Marshall: I’m mighty fine right here.

(Harriet leaves the doorway just as her husband Ronald Hatcher enters)

Ronald: Good evening, Marshall.

Marshall: Ron.

Ronald: What brings you to my neck of the woods?

Marshall: We’re still in the same county.

Ronald: That’s true.  I sometimes forget.

Marshall: I know you sometimes forget. (beat) I’m here to talk to you about a matter back in town, concerning the Jones boys.

Ronald: What about them? I’ve already pressed charges.

Marshall: I know you have but things are a little more complicated than that.

Ronald: I know about there sick mother and dead father.  Spare me the drama.

Marshall: Ronnie, I know what them boys did but surely you can let them off the hook this once, as a favor to me.  You know, it’s taking so much for me to come up here and ask you this, but I know those boys and…well, we knew there father, didn’t we?

Ronald: Right.

Marshall: I know things didn’t end up good with you and Forrester, but shit, we were the three best of friends in all this here country at one time.  If it were your boys, I’d be talking to Forrester on your behalf, even though things didn’t end up good between us neither.

Ronald: Those boys are ruthless little bastards!

Marshall: Yes.  You’re right.  They are.  But, if you don’t mind, let me take matters into my own hands.

Ronald: What are you going to do to them that justice can provide?  You’re a man of the law ain’t you?

Marshall: Now don’t go getting into it with me.  I popped one time already and God help me I’ll do it again if I must.  I’m asking you, selfish son of a bitch, to let them boys go free and trust that I’ll set them straight.  They’re lost.  Same way you, me and Forrester was…remember?

Ronald: I do.

Marshall: We made it out pretty darn okay.  You more then the rest of us but hell, I’m not complaining.  I’m just asking you to not forget your history and for me, as a part of our own history, to close the case.

Ronald: You still go to the Stubs?

Marshall: Each and every Friday.  Some of us still practice our religion.

Ronald: Yeah, well…I oughta come by there and visit once…I actually do think of it, the shit stained walls and leaky roof when it rains, torn leather stools.

Marshall: Still leaks.

Ronald: What’s that?

Marshall: The roof, still runs.

(they exchange a warm smile)

Ronald: Go fuck yourself.  Go home.

Marshall: Go fuck yourself too.  Thank you.

Ronald: Yeah.

Marshall: Stubs…

Ronald: Stubs…

Joseph Arnone

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