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by Kurt Vonnegut


  liking to fail in any way) That's a failing, I know.

  PENELOPE

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  PAUL

  I don't care. I don't care if there was love or not. That's all right. I'm going to go to my room and close the door. I don't want to hear any more. PAUL exits wretchedly to his room.

  HAROLD

  See how you've upset him. He was so merry and hale before you came home. PENELOPE

  How unhappy he's going to be--alone in his room.

  HAROLD

  He'll play with his rifle, I expect. That will cheer him up. PENELOPE

  Rifle? HAROLD

  I bought him a twenty-two yesterday--on the way home from Hamburger Heaven. And where is the good doctor? Have you two feathered a love nest somewhere?

  PENELOPE

  He's in East St. Louis with his mother--visiting an aunt. HAROLD

  Last I heard, his mother was going alone. PENELOPE

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  fighting. He hates pain.

  HAROLD

  And you, a supposedly healthy woman, do not detest him for his cowardice? PENELOPE

  It seems highly intelligent to me. HAROLD

  What kind of a country has this become? The men wear beads and refuse to fight--and the woman adore them. America's days of greatness are over. It has drunk the blue soup. PENELOPE

  Blue soup? HAROLD

  An Indian narcotic we were forced to drink. It put us in a haze--a honey-colored haze which was lavender around the edge. We laughed, we sang, we snoozed. When a bird called, we answered back. Every living thing was our brother or our sister, we thought. Looseleaf stepped on a cockroach six inches long, and we cried. We had a funeral that went on for five days--for the cockroach! I sang "Oh Promise Me." Can you imagine? Where the hell did I ever learn the words to "Oh Promise Me"? Looseleaf delivered a lecture on maintenance procedures for the hydraulic system of a B-36. All the time we were drinking more blue soup, more blue soup! Never stopped drinking blue soup. Blue soup all the time. We'd go out after food in that file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/K...gut%20-%20Happy%20Birthday%20Wanda-June.htm (121 of 143) [10/16/2004 4:36:53 PM]

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  honey-colored haze, and everything that was edible had a penumbra of lavender.

  PENELOPE

  Sounds quite beautiful. HAROLD

  (angered) Beautiful, you say? It wasn't life, it wasn't death--it wasn't anything!

  (anger still mounting) Beautiful? Seven years gone-(snapping his fingers) like that, like that! Seven years of silliness and random dreams!

  Seven years of nothingness, when there could have been so much!

  PENELOPE

  Like what? HAROLD

  (becoming dangerously physical, seizing a battle-ax) Action! Interaction! Give and take! Challenge and response!

  He splits a coffee table with the ax.

  PAUL

  (rushing in with his .22 rifle at a high port arms)

  Mom?

  HAROLD

  What's this?

  PAUL wilts instantly, attempts to make his rifle inconspicuous, harmless, meaningless.

  HAROLD

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  What's this?

  PAUL

  Nothing. HAROLD

  That's a rifle you have?

  PAUL

  No. HAROLD

  Of course it is. Is it loaded?

  PAUL

  No. HAROLD

  Open the bolt!

  PAUL obeys. A cartridge pops out.

  HAROLD

  That's a cartridge, if I'm not mistaken. Gunpowder, bullet, cartridge case, and fulminate of mercury percussion cap--all set to go. PAUL

  I was cleaning it. HAROLD

  Pick up that cartridge and slip it back into the chamber--where it belongs. PAUL

  Gee whiz, Dad-HAROLD

  Welcome to manhood, you little sparrowfart! Load that gun!

  PAUL

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  HAROLD

  Too late! It's man to man now. Protecting your mother from me, are you? Protect her!`PENELOPE

  He's a child! HAROLD

  With an iron penis three feet long. Load it, boy. PENELOPE

  You're begging him to kill you? HAROLD

  If he thinks he's man enough. PENELOPE

  (amazed by sudden insight) That's really what you want. You become furious when people won't make you dead. HAROLD

  I'm teaching my son to be a man. PENELOPE

  So he can kill you. You hate your own life that much. You beg for a hero to kill you. HAROLD

  I plan to live one hundred years! PENELOPE

  No you don't. HAROLD

  If that's the case--what's to prevent my killing myself? PENELOPE

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  HAROLD

  What a handsome word. PENELOPE

  (wonderingly) But it's all balled up in your head with death. The highest honor is death. When you talk of these animals, one by one, you don't just talk of killing them. You honored them with death. Harold--it is not honor to be killed.

  HAROLD

  If you've lived a good life, fought well-PENELOPE It's still just death, the absence of life--no honor at all. It's worse than the blue soup by far-that nothingness. To you, though, it's the honor that crowns them all.

  HAROLD

  May I continue with the rearing of my son? (to PAUL)

  Load that gun!

  PAUL shakes his head.

  HAROLD

  Load it! PAUL refuses.

  HAROLD

  Then speak, by God! Can you fight with words?

  PAUL

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  HAROLD

  Get mad! Tell me you don't like the way I treat your mother! Tell me you wish I'd never come home! PAUL

  (weakly) It's your house, Dad.

  HAROLD

  (throwing up his hands) Everybody simply evaporates! (including the

  audience, inviting it to share his indignation) There are guest issues to be fought out here--or to be argued, at least. The enemy, the champion of all who oppose me, is in East St. Louis with his mother and his aunt! I have so far done battle with a woman and a child and a violin.

  PENELOPE

  The old heroes are going to have to get used to this, Harold--the new heroes who refuse to fight. They're trying to save the planet. There's no time for battle, no point to battle anymore. HAROLD

  I feel mocked, insulted, with no sort of satisfaction in prospect. We don't have to fight with steel. I can fight with words. I'm not an inarticulate ape, you know, who grabs a rock for want of a vocabulary. Call him up in East St. Louis, Penelope. Tell him to come here. PENELOPE

  No.

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  HAROLD

  (emptily, turning away) No. Pause. He contemplates PAUL.

  HAROLD

  And my son, t
he only son of Harold Ryan--he's going to grow up to be a vanisher, too? PENELOPE

  I don't know. I hope he never hunts. I hope he never kills another human being. HAROLD

  (to PAUL, quietly) You hope this, too? PAUL

  I don't know what I hope. But I don't think you care what I hope, anyway. You don't know me. (indicating PENELOPE) You don't know her, either. I don't think you know anybody. You talk to everybody just the same. HAROLD

  I'm talking to you gently now. PAUL

  Yeah. But it's going to get loud again. PENELOPE

  He's right, Harold. To you, we're simply pieces in a game--this one labeled "woman," that one labeled

  "son." There is no piece labeled

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  HAROLD

  There won't be anybody out there. That's the new style: nobody anywhere. PAUL, aghast, admits NORBERT WOODLY. WOODLY is high as a kite on his own adrenaline. PENELOPE

  (aghast, chokingly) Get out of here. WOODLY

  It's really that bad? He comes farther into the room, bravely.

  PENELOPE

  You fool, you fool. WOODLY

  Oh--look at the poor, crucified violin, would you? HAROLD

  It died for your sins. WOODLY

  This little corpse is intended as a lesson? HAROLD

  There's a certain amount of information there.

  WOODLY

  Lest we forget how cruel you are. PENELOPE

  (moving to the telephone) I'm going to call the police. HAROLD

  (frighteningly) Don't!

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  WOODLY

  I agree. WOODLY closes the door. PENELOPE backs away from the phone, drifts toward PAUL, who still holds his rifle.

  HAROLD

  This is man to man. WOODLY

  It's healer to killer. Is that the same thing? HAROLD

  What brought you back? WOODLY

  The same hairy, humorless old gods who move you from hither to yon. "Honor, " if you like.

  HAROLD

  (to PENELOPE) He's a champion after all.

  WOODLY

  Of the corpses and cripples you create for our instruction--when all we can learn from them is this: how cruel you are. PENELOPE

  This is suicide. (to PAUL)

  Go get the police.

  HAROLD

  Stop! PAUL stops.

  HAROLD

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  The truth.

  (to WOODLY)

  Am I correct?

  WOODLY

  Yes. HAROLD

  I can defeat him with anything from flavored toothpicks to siege howitzers. But he got it into his little head that he could come here and demolish Harold Ryan with words. The truth! Correct?

  WOODLY

  Correct. HAROLD

  What an hallucination!

  (laughs)

  Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear. Oh dearie me.

  WOODLY

  You haven't heard me yet. HAROLD

  You intend to crack my eardrums with your voice? Will I bleed from my every orifice? Who will clean up this awful mess? WOODLY

  We'll find out now, won't we? PENELOPE

  No, we won't. No matter how it begins, it will end in death. Because it always does. Isn't that always how it ends, Harold--in death? HAROLD

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  glamour of some sort, sport of some sort. These elements are lacking.

  WOODLY

  You're a filthy, rotten bastard. HAROLD

  (pretending to be wounded) Oooooo. That hurt. WOODLY

  You're old--so old. HAROLD

  Now who's being cruel? WOODLY

  A living fossil! Like the cockroaches and the horseshoe crabs. HAROLD

  We do survive, don't we? You're going to have to apologize, of course, for calling me a bastard. That's a matter of form--not allowing you or anybody to call me a bastard. No rush about that. Just remember to apologize sometime soon. PENELOPE takes the rifle from PAUL.

  WOODLY

  You're a son of a bitch. HAROLD

  Yes--well--uh--that's another one of those statements which more or less automatically requires an apology. Whenever you feel like it. It's sort of like turning off an alarm clock that's ringing loudly. Your apology turns off the alarm. PENELOPE

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  (leveling the gun) I'm turning off the alarm. I'm turning off everything.

  HAROLD

  Ah! The lady is armed. PENELOPE

  I want you to get out of here, Norbert. Harold--I want you to sit down in the chair, and not lift a finger until Norbert is gone. HAROLD

  (to WOODLY) Whoever has the gun, you see, gets to tell everybody else exactly what to do. It's the American way.

  PENELOPE

  I mean it! HAROLD

  Then you'd better fix your bayonet, because there aren't any bullets in the gun. PENELOPE

  (to PAUL) Where's the bullet?

  PAUL makes no move to help.

  HAROLD

  Help your mother find the bullet. PENELOPE

  (to PAUL, pointing to the floor) There it is. Give it to me. PAUL obeys.

  PENELOPE

  How do I load?

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  HAROLD

  (to PAUL) Load it for her.

  PAUL shakily obeys.

  HAROLD

  Cock it, too.

  PAUL obeys.

  HAROLD

  Give it to her.

  PAUL obeys.

  PENELOPE

  All right! Am I exceedingly dangerous now?

  HAROLD

  The National Safety Council would be appalled. PENELOPE

  Then listen to me. (angrily)

  You're both disgusting--with your pride, your pride.

  (to WOODLY)

  I hate you for coming here--like a federal marshal in a western film. I loved you when you stayed away. But here you are now--high noon in the Superbowl! You fool, you fool.

  WOODLY

  Everything's going to be beautiful. PENELOPE

  You fake! You're no better than the dumbest general in the Pentagon. (pause) You're not going to beat Harold. file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/K...gut%20-%20Happy%20Birthday%20Wanda-June.htm (133 of 143) [10/16/2004 4:36:53 PM]

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  You're not going to beat anybody. You're not going to stay here, either--yammering and taunting until you're most gloriously killed. Go home!

  HAROLD

  She's right, Norbert--go home.

  WOODLY

  I haven't said all I have to say. PENELOPE

  Out! WOODLY

  I haven't told you, Harold, how comical I think you are.

  HAROLD

  (hit squarely, absolutely unable to forgive) Comical?

  PENELOPE

  (to HAROLD) Sit down or I'll shoot!

  HAROLD goes over to her, easily takes the gun away)

  HAROLD

  Give me that Goddamn thing! Now get out of here, or I might kill you. Who knows? P
ENELOPE

  (terrified) You've killed women?

 

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