Road to nowhere

(from Suburban Misfits)

 

This full movie script. Like East Rider upon which is it modeled, it is really a western at heart, although very talkie – the product of me seeing too many Woody Allen movies in a row, but without his amazing wit. My humor is much more primitive.

The inspiration for this work comes from several monologues and numerous journal entries that can be found elsewhere on my website. Comments are welcome. So is any offer to direct or produce this as an actual film.

 

SCENE: 1

 

(KEN and HANK are working on an assembly line making furniture. Around them is a madness of noise, machines and tools, as well as raised voices of the other workers all speaking in Spanish. Many of the Latino workers are looking at Ken and Hank, shaking their heads. And it is clear from the opening scene that Hank and Ken’s line is not functioning well)

 

HANK:

             Ah fuck!

 

KEN:

            (shouting over the noise)

            What is it now?

 

HANK:

            (holds up a air drive nail gun)

            I put another nail through the back of a chair

 

KEN:

            (holding his hand to his ear)

            What?

 

HANK:

            (shouting even louder)

            I screwed up another chair

 

KEN:

            Another one? That makes a dozen today!

 

HANK:

            Actually it’s 14, but who’s counting.

 

KEN:

            The boss is counting. That’s who.

            How are we going to make our quota if you keep messing up the product?

HANK:

            I can’t help it, Kenny.

            I’m not good with tools.

 

KEN:

            This isn’t rocket science, Hank.

            You just point and shoot.

 

HANK:

            I admitted I screwed up. Let’s not make a federal case out of it. We still have more chairs to work on.

 

KEN:

            Federal case?

            You’re gonna get us both fired. And the last thing I need to do is go home and tell Louise I lost this job, too.

 

HANK:

            I can’t afford to lose the job either.

 

KEN:

            Like hell you can’t.

            Ever since you inherited your father’s money you’ve been acting like a jerk, thumbing your noses at the bosses and daring them to get rid of you.

 

HANK:

            Come down from your high horse, Kenny.

            You know I’m doing the best I can. This is the hardest job I ever worked and I’m so tired at night I have to take a nap before I can go out on the town.

 

KEN:

            Maybe that’s the trouble. Maybe you shouldn’t go out drinking every night. If you stay home and sleep like most hard working people do, you might not make so many mistakes during the day.

 

HANK:

            You live your life, Kenny, and I’ll live mine.

            I don’t get drunk. I just have a few drinks and socialize. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a life.

 

KEN:

            All right, all right. Have your life.

            Just don’t screw up any more today.

 

 

 

SCENE TWO:

 

            (A glassed in office over looking the factory where a leather-faced boss sites behind his desk, looking up when Ken knocks)

 

BOSS:

            Come on in.

            (Ken enters)

            What can I do for you?

 

KEN:

            I want another partner on the assembly line

 

BOSS:

            Another partner?

            I thought you and Hank are friends?

            Didn’t Hank get you this job?

 

KEN:  

            He’s my best friend, but he’s driving me crazy.

            Hank screws up so often, he makes both of us look bad.

 

BOSS:

            Frankly, Kenny, I can’t break the two of you up.

 

KEN:

            Because we’re friends?

 

BOSS:

            Because nobody else will work with him either.

            Most of the men in this factory are family men, they rely on their bonuses to feed their families. They can’t afford his screw ups.

 

KEN:

            I’m a family man, too. I got a wife and daughter at home.

 

BOSS:

            I know. But there’s the language barrier, too.

            Hank doesn’t speak Spanish and neither do you. I need men working together who can communicate in case something goes wrong down there.

            To tell you the truth, I hired you hoping you could help straighten Hank out.

 

KEN:

            No one can.

            Hank is a singer not a carpenter.

 

BOSS:

            I understand that.

            I would fire him but I would have to let you go, too.

 

KEN:

            I need this job, even though I’m only barely scraping by as it is.

 

BOSS:

            The only option I can see is that you take on more of the work load.

 

KEN:

            You mean you want me to do some of Hank’s job?

 

BOSS:

            The less Hank has to do, the less chance he has of screwing up.

 

KEN:

            I wouldn’t bet on that.

 

BOSS:

            It’s that or another job for both of you.

 

 

SCENE  3

            (outside the factory, Hank waits in his 1967 Dodge Dart as Ken comes out and climbs into the passenger side.

 

HANK:

            Where have you been?

 

KEN:

            Talking to the boss

           

HANK:

            About what?

 

KEN

            About you.

 

HANK

            Are you trying to get me fire?

 

KEN:

            I wanted a partner who didn’t fuck up as much as you do.

 

HANK:

            I can’t help it. I’m not good at this kind of thing

 

KEN:

What are you good at, Hank?

 

HANK:

            You’re acting like I never had a job before

 

KEN:

            You’ve never had a job you’ve kept for more than six months. Except for the one at the laundry and you have Pauly to con the boss for you there.

 

HANK:

            So what do you want from me, miracles?

 

KEN:

            I want you to do your job so that we don’t both get fired.

 

HANK:

            I got you this job remember?

 

KEN:

            I know I ought to be grateful. But things aren’t good at home. Louise and I are arguing all the time, mostly over money. If I lose the job, I’m afraid I’ll lose Louise and the baby.

 

HANK:

            Maybe we can find better jobs.

 

KEN:

            When would we have time or energy to look?

            Maybe you’re not exhausted at the end of the day, but I am. I don’t go home and take a nap, I conk out until morning, and still wake up tired.

            This is the kind of work my uncles do, and I vowed a long time ago, never to repeat their mistakes.

 

HANK:

            Why don’t we go see Pauly?

            He’s always good for a few laughs.

 

KEN:

            All the way out there?

            I’d be asleep before we got back.

 

HANK:

            He doesn’t live that far out any more. He’s back with his parents.

 

KEN:

            What about Jane?

 

HANK:

            Pauly’s not saying much, but I think they’ve broken up.

 

KEN:

            Okay. But don’t let this be too long.

            While I don’t want to go home to an argument, I have to go home eventually.

 

 

 

 

SCENE  4

 

(Pauly and Jane are standing inside the finished basement of a suburban home near the back door. Jane is about to leave. Pauly is holding onto her arm.)

 

PAULY:

            I don’t like the idea of you’re going off to this commune by yourself.

 

JANE:

            I won’t be alone when I get there.

            I’m going to see my sister, remember?

 

PAULY:

            Why can’t I come with you?

 

JANE:

            Because I think we need some space.

 

PAULY:

            3,000 miles is a lot of space to put between us.

 

JANE:

            It might not be enough.

 

PAULY:

            For what?

 

JANE:

            For you to decide whether or not to take us seriously.

 

PAULY:

            I do take us seriously.

 

JANE:

            No, you don’t.

            You treat life like one big lark.

 

PAULY:

            Well, it sort of is.

 

JANE:

             To you.

            Most of us want to do something, accomplish something.

 

PAULY:

            I do, too.

 

JANE:

            What?

            And don’t hand me any crap about your art.

            If you took that seriously, you would have stayed in school.

 

PAULY:

            With that bunch of snobs?

 

JANE:

            Yes, Pauly, even with the snobs.

            You’re a snob yourself, only you don’t see yourself that way.

            You think you’re too good to jump through all the hoops everybody else has to.

 

PAULY:

            The hoops are stupid.

 

JANE:

            Maybe.

            And maybe they are a right of passage, and once you get your degree and started on your career, you can thumb your nose at them.

            But everybody has to start at the bottom, even someone with your talent.

 

PAULY:

            Who says?

 

JANE:

            Good bye, Pauly.

            (Jane exits as Pauly watches her cross the gravel drive to the blue VW bug. She climbs in, and pulls out, and almost immediately, Hank’s brown Dodge Dart rattles in and halts in the space Jane’s car just vacated.

            The car doors slam. Footsteps sound across the gravel and Hank and Kenny approach the door. Pauly eased behind the corner of an interior door where he can look but not be seen through the curtained glass. Hank taps on the glass with his keys. Pauly does not answer.)

 

KEN:

            Maybe he’s not home.

            Wasn’t that Jane’s car we saw leaving when we pulled it.

 

HANK:

            It was Jane’s car, but Pauly wasn’t it in. That’s means he’s home.

            (Hank taps again on the glass with more insistence. Pauly steps out from hiding and shouts at the door)

 

PAULY:

            Can’t you take a hint?

            Go away!

 

HANK:

            It’s us, Pauly.

            Me and Kenny.

 

PAULY:

            I know who it is.

            That’s why I’m telling you to go away.

 

HANK:

            Ah, Pauly, stop joking and let us in.

 

PAULY:

            Who’s joking?

 

HANK:

            We’re not leaving until you let us in.

 

PAULY:

            (with a sigh, goes to the door, unlocks it, opens in, then walks back and into his basement room as Hank and Ken enter the house and follow him. The room is stuffed with art work and various images statutes from classic cartoons. On the bed, several suit cases are open and half packed.)

            If either of you ask what I’m doing, I’ll call the police and have you hauled out.

 

HANK:

            What ARE you doing?

 

PAULY:

            I warned you, Hank.

 

HANK:

            Are you moving out AGAIN?

 

PAULY:

            No, I’m not moving out.

 

HANK:

            You must be packing for a reason

 

PAULY:

            Good going, Genius.

            You can see I’m packing.

 

KEN:

            Are you going with Jane to the commune?

 

PAULY:

            How did you know Jane is going to a commune?

 

HANK:

            Yeah, how?

 

KEN:

            Jane told Janet, and Janet told Louise

 

PAULY:

            Goddamn women can’t keep anything secret.

 

HANK:

             You didn’t answer the question.

            Are you going with Jane or not?

 

PAULY:

            Jane doesn’t want me to come

 

HANK:

            So that means you’ll start unpacking

 

PAULY:

            Not in your life. I made contingency plans.

 

KEN:

            Jane said you couldn’t go with her.

 

PAULY:

            But she said nothing about my meeting her there.

 

KEN:

            That sounds like a technicality.

 

PAULY:

            The world is built around such technicalities, my boy.

            If everybody lived up to the letter of the law, we wouldn’t have any progress.

 

HANK:

            Does Jane know anything about this alternative plan?

 

PAULY:

            As a matter of fact, she does not.

 

KEN:

            Isn’t Jane seeing somebody?

 

PAULY:

            (Glaring at Ken)

            Another mere technicality.

 

KEN:

            If she’s in love with someone else, I don’t think she’ll like your showing up.

 

PAULY:

 

            She doesn’t love him. She’s just using him to get even with me.

            He’s not at all the right kind of person for Jane.

 

KEN:

            How would you define the right kind of person?

 

PAULY:

            I don’t need to define him. He’s me.

 

JANE:

            And if Janet doesn’t agree?

 

PAULY:

            She will.

            It’ll just take me time to convince her.

 

HANK:

            More time than an unwanted visit to the commune will take.

 

PAULY:

            I’ve already worked that out, too.

 

HANK:

            Have you now?

            Another one of your infamous schemes.

 

PAULY:

            You of so little faith.

            A lot depends on you.

 

HANK:

            Me? How?

 

PAULY:

            You remember that little plan of ours about buying land where we can start over?

 

HANK:

            Don’t tell me you reviving that crock.

 

PAULY:

            It’s not a crock. It’s a good plan. In fact, I found someone willing to sell us a 100 acres, an old farm that just happens to be right near the commune Jane and Peggy are moving to.

 

HANK:

            PEGGY?

            What’s that bitch got to do with any of this?

 

PAULY:

            It’s her commune.

 

HANK:

            And you want to buy land next to Peggy?

 

PAULY:

            I want us to buy land.

 

HANK:

            What do you mean by us?

 

PAULY:

            I mean, I’m relying on you putting the money down on the land once I’ve checked it out with Alf.

 

HANK:

            I’m not buying any land. I have other plans for that money. Besides you already owe me a fortune from all the money I’ve lent you over the years. When am I going to see that money back?

 

PAULY:

            Not for a while, I’m afraid, since I’m going to throw every cent I have into this project.

 

HANK:

            You mean every cent you can pick out of other people’s pockets.

 

PAULY:

            Kenny, talk some reason into this fool.

            This is a golden opportunity.

 

KEN:

            I would have to see the land before I would invest anything in it.

 

PAULY:

            Which is why Alf and I are heading up there.

I would take the two of you, but you’ve both got jobs.

 

HANK:

            That’s convenient. So you’re taking Alf along instead, Alf who will do whatever you tell him whenever you tell him as long as you buy him a drink first.

           

PAULY:

            This is an investment, Hank.

            And since I owe you so much, you’re already entitled to a larger share of the land when we get it.

 

HANK:

            Damn you, Pauly.

            But if you’re going off to speculate on land, I’m going with you.

            Someone has to watch out for my investment.

 

PAULY:

            So you are interested?

 

HANK:

            I just want to see what this is about.

 

KEN:

            How can you?

            We have work.

 

HANK:

            Maybe I can ask for a leave of absence

 

PAULY:

            Don’t bother, Hank.

            We’re taking Alf’s car, that foreign piece of shit. We just won’t have room.

 

HANK:

            You and Alf are not going north to buy any land without me.

 

PAULY:

            You worry far too much, Hank. I won’t sign anything until you wire me the money.

            Just trust me.

When we get up there, I’ll send you a post card.

 

 

SCENE: 5

            (Hank and Ken outside the furniture factory the next morning)

 

KEN:

            The boss is going to have heart failure seeing you come in this early since you started the job.

 

HANK:

            I got to ask him for the leave before Pauly and Alf take off.

 

KEN:

            But if Pauly says there’s no room…

 

HANK:

            If he wants my money he’ll make room.

 

KEN:

            All you have to do is sell your idea to the boss.

            I’ll wait here.

 

(Hank strolls off into the building. Ken lights a cigarette, then when that is done, lights the next from the end of the first, going through several before Hank reappears.)

 

            So what did he say?

 

HANK:

            He said we’re both fired.

 

 

 

SCENE 6: (Paterson. Ken and Hank pull up in front of a house. Neither gets out of the car

 

 

KEN:

            Something doesn’t look right here.

            The apartment is dark.

 

HANK:

            It looks like no one is home.

 

KEN:

            But that’s impossible. Where would Louise go?

 

HANK:

            Maybe she decided to visit Garrick. As you said, she’s pretty friendly with Janet.

 

KEN:

            She would have told me ahead of time. 

            Do you think she found out about my losing the job?

 

HANK:

            How would she find out?

 

KEN:

            Sometimes she calls me to have me bring something home from the store.

            If she called late enough, someone might have told her I don’t work at the factory any more.

            She would be pretty pissed if that’s the case.

 

HANK:

            Only one way to find out and that’s to go in.

           

(KEN gets out of the car from the passenger side while HANK gets out from the driver side, both head towards the front door. KEN fiddles with the keys, drops them, recovers them and eventually gets the door open. Both go inside)

 

            Louise? Louise?

 

 

HANK:

            It looks like she’s gone.

            But boy, did she leave the place a wreck.

 

KEN:

            It looks as if she was in a hurry

 

HANK:

            So it would seem.

 

KEN:

            (Holding up a woman’s garment)

            She even forgot some of her things.

 

HANK:

            I guess she had to decide how much she could carry out with her and still managed the kid.

            Peggy had the same trouble.

 

KEN:

            Peggy left stuff behind?

 

HANK:

            Sure.

 

KEN:

            What did you do with it?

 

HANK:

            I threw it all out.

            The last thing I wanted was to be reminded of how much she hated me.

            I advise you to do the same thing.

 

KEN:

            Louise didn’t hate me.

 

HANK:

            That’s why she ran out on you?

           

KEN:

            It’s the job thing.

            She couldn’t bear seeing the baby go hungry.

 

HANK:

            Peggy put me through the same crap and loved every minute of it.

 

KEN:

            I’m sure that’s not true.

 

HANK:

            You don’t know Peggy like I know Peggy. She wanted to get even with me for all my cheating.

 

KEN:

            I never cheated on Louise.

            But she must have left a note. She wouldn’t leave without saying something.

 

HANK:

            It’s on the refrigerator door.

 

            (Kenny pulls it off and reads it)

 

            What does it say?

 

KENNY:

            She called me at work, found out I got fired, then called Janet.

 

HANK:

            Does it say where she went?

 

KENNY:

            It says I’m better off not knowing and that she’ll my mother’s house when she gets settled, just to let me know that she and the baby were all right.

 

HANK:

            Never mind, I already think I know where she went. Come on.

 

KENNY:

            Where to?

 

HANK:

            If Louise called Janet – then it stands to reason, Janet called Peggy.

 

KENNY:

            Are you telling me that Louise has gone up to that commune, too?

 

HANK:

            Maybe not. She might still be at Peggy’s apartment. Let’s go.

 

SCENE 7

(Hank and Kenny’s car rushes up to a brick faced apartment building where they find Peggy packing up a van)

 

KEN:

            There she is.

 

HANK:

            Fine. But let me do the talking. She’s a witch with words and can twist you talk around on you, if you’re not wise to her ways.

 

(Both climb out of the car and approached Peggy)

 

PEGGY:

            Well, if it isn’t frick and frack.

 

HANK:

            Let’s be civil about this, Peggy.

            Where’s Kenny’s girl?

 

PEGGY:

            Not here.

 

KEN:

            But you know where she is?

 

PEGGY:

            I’m real sorry for you, Kenny. I had high hopes for you and her.

 

HANK:

            Don’t sweet talk him when you don’t mean it.

 

PEGGY:

            Look whose talking about sweet talking?

            Aren’t there some teenyboppers somewhere you need to sweet talk into bed?

 

HANK:

            Don’t start with that stuff again. It’s not fair.

 

PEGGY:

            It’s fair and it’s accurate.

 

HANK:

            We’re not talking about us. We’re talking about Ken and Louise.

            Where is she?

           

 

PEGGY:

            On her way some place whether neither of you can get to her.

 

HANK:

            You mean you’ve kidnapped her to your commune along with Jane?

 

PEGGY:

            Jane’s driving her there. But Louise is going of her own free will.

            It seems none of you men are any good.

            Now why don’t you go away before I call the cops and slap a restraining order on you again.

 

HANK:

            We’re going. Come on, Kenny.

 

(Ken and Hank climb into the car)

 

KEN:

            What do we do now?

 

HANK:

            (Starting the car and shifting it into gear)

            We catch up with Pauly and Alf if we can.

 

KEN:

            You still mean to go north with them?

 

HANK:

            I mean to do more than that.

            Slap a restraining order on me, will she?

            Let’s see her slap a restraining order on the 100 acres of land when we buy it.

 

SCENE 8

 

(Hank’s Dodge skids as it comes to a stop in front of Pauly’s parent’s house where Pauly’s sister is standing at the curb. Hank and Kenny jump out).

 

SISTER:

            Pauly and Alf left about an hour ago and I’m really worried about them.

            Alf’s car was smoking up a storm and I’m afraid it might blow up or something.

 

HANK:

            Damn!

            I can’t believe they left without us.

 

KEN:

            Well he did say not to come

 

HANK:

            He always says that and I always come anyway. So he should have known to expect me.

            (to Pauly’s sister)

            Did they say which way they were going?

 

SISTER:

            Pauly said something about the Thruway.

 

HANK:

            Great! Come on, Kenny.

 

KEN:

            What do you mean?

 

HANK:

            I mean we’re going after them.

 

KEN:

            All the way to Canada?

 

HANK:

            If we have to.

 

KEN:

            I think this is a bad idea, Hank.

 

HANK:

            Does that mean you don’t want to see Louise again?

 

KEN:

            I didn’t say that.

 

HANK:           

            Come on then.

            They only have an hour’s head start. Once we catch them, then if you still don’t want to go north, I’ll hop in with them and you can drive my car home. Is that all right with you?

 

KEN:

            All right. I’ll come that far.

 

 

SCENE 9

 

(Alf and Pauly are seated in the disabled Volvo at the side of the NY Thruway. Pauly is staring out at traffic clearly angry)

 

PAULY:

            This is all your fault.

 

ALF:

            My fault?

            How can you blame me for the engine seizing?

 

PAULY:

            I told you to check the oil before we left

 

ALF:

            I did.

            I told you there wasn’t any.

 

PAULY:

            I thought you meant that you didn’t have any extra in the trunk.

 

ALF:

            That’s stupid. People have spare tires in the truck not spare oil.

 

PAULY:

            Regardless. You drove off knowing that the engine didn’t have any oil in it.

 

ALF:

            I thought we were going to fill it up when we got to the gas station\

 

PAULY:

            We filled up on gas. I put the extra oil in the trunk.

 

ALF:

            So what do we do now?

 

PAULY:

            One of us is going to have to walk back to a telephone to call for a tow truck.

 

ALF:

            We’re pretty far from the last exit. Are you sure you’re up to such a long walk

 

PAULY:

            I meant you.

 

ALF:

            It’s my car that’s disabled because you wanted to go chase your girlfriend into the woods. You should go make the call.

 

PAULY:

            I can’t. I got a trick knee, can’t walk a block.

 

ALF:

            Then I don’t know what we’re gonna do.

 

PAULY:

            We’ll have to sit here and wait until a state trooper notices us. They do have troopers in New York State, don’t they?

 

ALF:   

            I don’t think that would be such a good idea either.

 

PAULY

            You seem to be dead set against getting rescued. You don’t want to walk or wait. What’s wrong with you.

 

ALF:

            I’m carrying, Pauly.

 

PAULY:

             You brought dope?

 

ALF:

            Just a few joints for the trip

 

PAULY:

            Well, get rid of them. You can throw them in the woods over there.

 

ALF:

            I’m not throwing away good dope. Why don’t we smoke them.

 

PAULY:

            And be high when the cops get here.

            Sounds like a good plan for getting us busted or beaten up.

            Damn it. There’s a car pulling up. Eat the dope quick.

 

(tires sound on gravel, then brakes squeak, doors slam, and Pauly, rolls down the driver side window)

 

            Sorry , officer …. Hank? What the hell? And Kenny?

 

HANK:

            Hi, Pauly. I know you said we couldn’t come with you but…

 

PAULY:

            To hell with that. I’m coming with you.

            (Climbs out grabs his bags out of the back seat)

 

ALF:

            What about me?

 

PAULY:

            It’s your car. You wait with it. We’ll call a tow truck when we get to a phone)

 

 

SCENE 10

 

(PAULY, HANK AND KENNY seated in the booth of a truck stop diner, the remnants of a meal in front of them.)

 

HANK:

            What do we do now?

 

PAULY:

            We drive north and look at that land.

 

KEN:

            What about the women?

 

PAULY:

            We’ll get to them eventually. But we need to have a plausible excuse first. So we have to look at the land, and if we like it, put a down payment on it.

 

HANK:

            With my money?

 

PAULY:

            Yes, with your money. Or are you having second thoughts about all this?

 

HANK:

            Of course, I am.

            I was angry before, angry enough to want to stick that land up Peggy’s nose. But I don’t want to waste the money getting even with her.

 

PAULY:

            It won’t be a waste of money. We’ve always wanted to do this anyway. And besides, what better way to impress the women with how serious we are by owning land.

 

KEN:

            What if they aren’t there?

 

PAULY:

            What do you mean?

 

KEN:

            We only have Peggy’s word that Louise has gone there. And though Jane said she was going up there, too. How do we know they are actually there.

 

HANK:

            If we have a phone number we could call.

 

PAULY:

            I have a phone number. I made Jane give me that before she left. But we can’t just call them and say we’re on our way.

 

KEN:

            No, but we could say we were worried about them getting there, and wanted to know if they’re all right.

            This way we get to talk to them.

 

HANK:

            I don’t like it.

            I know Peggy. She’ll suspect we’re up to something.

 

PAULY:

            Maybe she will, but we can’t drive all the way up there to find that they aren’t there when we arrive.

            I’ll call Jane.

 

KEN:

            When you’re done. I’ll want to talk to Louise, too.

 

PAULY:

            Sure, sure, anything you say.

 

(Pauly and Ken climb out of the booth and cross the diner to the phone, truck drivers at the counter eyeing them with hostility the whole way. Pauly dials, then in response to operator, drops the correct number of coins into the slots.)

 

PAULY:

            This is Paul Garley. I would like to talk to Jane.

            Sure, I can hold on.

            (Holds his hand over the mouth piece)

            Jane’s there at least.

 

KEN:

            Remember. I need to talk to Louise, too.

 

PAULY:

            (into the phone)

            Hey, Jane.

            Yeah, I know you just got off the road. But I was worried about you.

            (gives Ken a wink)

            I just wanted to make sure you got there okay.

            I still wish you would have let me come with you.

            Okay, okay, we’ve been through that. I’m an irresponsible artist. That doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.

            I know, I know, I heard all about him through the grapevine. I’m sure he’s a wonderful guy, good with his hands and all that. But that doesn’t mean he’s the right man for you.

 

KEN:

            Ask if I can talk to Louise?

 

PAULY:

            (shoos Ken away)

            I wish there was some way I could prove how responsible I am.

            Say, that’s my money dropping down. Ken’s here. We heard that you drove Louise up there with you.

            He would love to talk to her if she would.

            (To Ken)

            Quick, get me more money. Jane’s going off to get Louise for you.

            (Kenny hands Pauly change, which Pauly drops into the quarter and dime slots, then hands Kenny the receiver).

 

LOUISE:

            Hello?

 

KEN:

            It’s me.

 

LOUISE:

            I know. Jane told me.

 

KEN:

            You took off so fast I didn’t have time to say good bye.

 

LOUISE:

            I couldn’t face you, Kenny.

 

KEN:

            But you could leave.

 

LOUISE:

            I had to leave after hearing you had been fired again.

 

KEN:

            It wasn’t my fault this time.

 

LOUISE:

            It doesn’t matter whose fault is was. I couldn’t bear hearing our hungry baby crying and not having anything to feed her.

 

KEN:

            I can get another job

 

LOUISE:

            Sure, until you get fired from that one and the next.

 

KEN:

            Not if it’s a job I want.

 

LOUISE:

            A job that may never come

 

KEN:

            I have a right to be happy

 

LOUISE:

            Even if our baby starves.

 

KEN:

            She wouldn’t starve. I would make sure of that.

 

LOUISE:

            I don’t want to argue about it.

 

KEN:

            What about my seeing the baby?

 

LOUISE:

            I don’t think that’s a good idea. It would only confuse her.

 

KEN:

            And how long did you figure on keeping her from me?

 

LOUISE:

            Until we get settled.

 

KEN:

            And how long will that be? I have a right to see my daughter.

 

LOUISE:

            I can’t deal with this right now.

 

(The line goes dead)

 

KEN:

            (to Pauly)

            She hung up.

 

PAULY:

            Come on. Let’s pay our tab. We have a lot of ground to cover before we get north.

 

 

SCENE 11 (Hank, Pauly and Ken are riding along a two lane highway in up state New York.)

 

HANK:

            (seated in the passenger seat)

            I knew you would get us lost

 

PAULY

            (Driving)

            We’re not lost

 

HANK:

            Then where are we?

 

PAULY:

            Highway 21 in New York State

 

HANK:

            (waving a wrinkled map)

            There is no highway 21 on this map

 

PAULY:

            Must be an old map

 

HANK:

            Or we might be in the wrong state

 

PAULY:

            We’re not in the wrong state. I saw a sign. Why don’t you let Kenny look at the map. He at least knows how to read.

 

HANK:

            Why don’t you let me drive. At least I know how to drive

 

PAULY:

            You drive too slow. I would take forever to get there

 

 

 HANK:

            I can see how much progress you’ve made. We’re getting nowhere fast.

 

PAULY:

            Give Kenny the map

           

            (Hank dump the wrinkled map into the back seat where Kenny looks it over)

           

            So where are we, Kenny?

 

KEN:

            Route 21

 

PAULY:

 

            I know that! Where in regards to where we have to go?

 

KEN:

 

            You turned off the Thruway too soon

 

PAULY:

            Which means what?

 

KEN:

            We either turn back and get back on the Thruway or we stay on this road which winds through half New York State before it gets us there.

 

PAULY:

            We’re not turning back.

 

KEN:

            Maybe we should

 

PAULY:

            Are you siding with this “Let me do the driving” jerk?

 

KEN

            I’m not siding with anybody. I just want to get there alive

 

PAULY:

            And what makes you think we won’t?

 

KEN:

            This road takes us through redneck country

 

PAULY:

            So?

 

HANK:

            Didn’t you see the looks we were getting back at the diner? Some rednecks might get it into their heads they might like to beat us up.

 

KEN:

            Some parts of this state don’t like hippies.

 

PAULY:

            For Christ’s sake, we’re not hippies

 

HANK:

            We have long hair and for some rednecks that makes us hippies.

 

PAULY:

            That’s absurd. Hippies hang out in the cities, not out here.

 

HANK:

            You can say that when you know perfectly well Peggy has a place out here. And she isn’t the only one. A lot of hippies moved up this way after Woodstock and after the drugs got too bad in the Village.

 

PAULY:

            That’s not us.

 

KEN:

            We are looking for land.

 

PAULY:

            Not for communal living. Jane, Peggy and Louise might find that kind of thing attractive, but I don’t.

            Each of us will have our own little corner to live on.

            Just like we have our own apartments now.

 

HANK:

            But you don’t have your own apartment. You live in your parents’ basement

 

PAULY:

            That’s a temporary arrangement. Just pretend like I have my own apartment all right.

 

KEN:

            That sounds pretty lonely to me.

 

PAULY:

            Are you trying to tell me you actually WANT a commune?

 

KEN:

            It would make me feel like I belonged to something

 

 

PAULY:

            I’m of the Groucho Marx school of Socialism.

            I don’t want to be part of anything that would have me as a member.

            It’s each man for himself.

 

HANK:

            If we ever get there.

 

 

SCENE 12

            (Hank is snoring as Pauly drives. Ken is staring out at the passing landscape at farms and general stores from a time long ago)

 

KEN:

            If we don’t find land I’m going to have to get another job.

 

PAULY:

            I don’t know how to break it to you, boy.

            But if we do find land you’ll have to get a job.

            We all will.

            We can’t relay on Hank’s inheritance to see it beyond the down payment.

            Is Hank sleeping?

 

KEN:

            From the sound of his snoring, I would say he is.

 

PAULY:

            Wake him up.

 

KEN:

            You wake him up. He bites.

 

PAULY:

            (Reaching over to shake Hank’s shoulder)

            Hey Jerk, wake up.

 

HANK:

            Huh?

            Are were there yet?

 

PAULY:

            No, we’re not there yet.

            You were asleep. Nobody’s allow to sleep on this trip.

 

HANK:

            But it’s taking so long.

 

PAULY:

            Of course it’s taking long.

            The Canadian border is a long way from New Jersey.

            That’s the point. We want to live as far away from that place as possible.

            I was just telling Kenny that we’re all going to have to work once we buy the land.

 

HANK:

            Work? Why? When I have my father’s money.

 

PAULY:

            That money will barely cover the down payment on the land.

            We’ll have a mortgage to pay and taxes, and not to mention the cost of building something on it.

 

HANK:

            You mean you’ll want all my money?

 

PAULY:

            For now.

            Later, we can pay you back.

 

HANK:

            But it’s my money. I had plans for some of it.

 

PAULY:

            You’ll just have to put those plans on hold for a while.

 

HANK:

            The more I hear of this scheme of yours the less I like it.

 

PAULY:

            Don’t back out on me now, Boy. This is more than a scheme. It’s a dream come true.

 

HANK:

            It’s your dream, not mine.

 

PAULY:

            It’s our dream.

            We thought it up together when we were still working at the laundry.

            Remember?

 

HANK:

            That was a long time ago.

            We were younger and foolish back then.

 

PAULY:

            We weren’t foolish. We just didn’t have the cash to pull it off. Now we do.

 

HANK:

            Money my father left me.

            I don’t think I ought to squander his life’s savings on something we’ll have to work to keep.

 

 

PAULY:

            You’ll squander it anyway.

            I know you.

            You’ll piss the money away a little at a time on drinking and women and have nothing to show for it in the end.

 

HANK:

            So you would have me throw it all away at once.

 

PAULY:

            Not throw it away. Invest it.

            You’ll always have the land.

 

HANK:

            But you said we would have to work

 

PAULY:

            For a while, until we got it up and running.

            After that, we each could do what we want to do to make money.

            You with your music, Ken with his writing, me with my art.

 

KEN:

            That sounds fine in theory. But I don’t want to end up like my uncles.

 

PAULY:

            What do you mean?

 

KEN

            They took over my grandfather’s business.

            Some of them took jobs so they could keep the money coming in.

            Eventually the jobs took over their lives.

            I don’t want to trade away my dreams for a pay check.

 

PAULY:

            But you just had a job. What was it? At the furniture factory.

 

KEN:

            I hated it so much I knew I wouldn’t be staying their long.

            If Hank hadn’t screwed things up so much, they wouldn’t have fired us.

 

HANK:

            Me?

            All I did was…

 

PAULY:

            Let’s not go through all that again.

            I promise you, Kenny. If this pans out the way I think it will, you won’t have to worry about getting trapped in a job.

 

HANK:

            Maybe not. But we might have to worry about starvation.

 

PAULY:          

            Let me do the thinking, Hank.

            By the way, why don’t you drive for a while.

 

 

SCENE 13:

 ( Time passes, darkness grows. Ken stares out the window. Pauly is struggling to stay awake as Hank drives, but gives frequently dirty looks at Hank’s lack of skill)

 

KEN:

            I’m glad we came this way

 

HANK:

            You mean you like getting lost?

 

PAULY:

            (groggy)

            We’re not lost.

 

HANK:

            We’re in God’s country.

            All farms and fields. Not a gas station or rest room in sight.

            I’d say that’s pretty close to getting lost.

 

KEN:

            But it’s real, Hank

 

HANK:

            What exactly do you mean by real?

            I think rustic fits better.

            But you can tell that to the rednecks when they catch up with us.

 

KEN:

            Real or rustic, it’s another place in time.

            This is what New Jersey used to look like before the developers ruined it.

            I haven’t seen a townhouse since we got off the thruway.

 

HANK:

            Nor a house less than 100 years old either.

 

PAULY:

            What are you complaining about, Hank.

            Do you mean to tell me you love overdevelopment?

 

HANK:

            I’m in love with civilization.

            My dream was to live in Greenwich Village the rest of my life, sipping wine and listening to folk music – not spend my life over a jug of moonshine and playing banjo.

            Do you really think anybody could be happy out here in the middle of nowhere?

 

PAULY:

            This isn’t the middle of nowhere.

 

HANK:

            Not yet, maybe, but we’re getting close.

            I’ll bet you nobody around here as even heard of a McDonalds.

 

PAULY:

            As usual, you exaggerate.

 

HANK:

But you are looking for some place remote?

 

PAULY:

            Only so that we can escape all of the bullshit, Hank – all the malls and stuff.

 

HANK:

            I like malls.

 

KEN:

            I agree with Pauly.

            Sure it’s tough out here.

            Most of the people here probably labor from dawn to dusk, and don’t even make as much as did at the furniture factory.

 

HANK:

            And you think that’s good?

 

KEN:

            Maybe I’m just sick of fads, of hamburgers the way we like it, with pickles or without.

            Maybe I ache for this life, the kind of life my grandfather knew before all the farms vanished and turned into K-Marts.

 

 

HANK:

            Oh, come on.

            You were as big on fads as everybody else back in 1967.

 All that peace and love stuff was fad.

 

KEN:

            Not to me.

 

PAULY:

            Will the two of you shut up.

            I’m getting a headache.

            Where are we anyway? How far before we have to turn off?

 

SCENE 14:

            (Still more time passes and the landscape becomes even more remote. Hank is still driving. Pauly is fast asleep. Ken has his eyes closed, too)

 

HANK:

            Hey, Kenny.

            Are you still awake

 

KEN;

            Sort of.

 

HANK:

            Talk to me.

            I’d wake up Pauly and ask him to drive, but I’d have to hear his mouth, and I’m too tired to put up with his bullshit right now.

 

KEN:

            He’s not so bad.

 

HANK:

            I didn’t used to think he was. But now he drives me nuts.

            All this talk of getting back to the earth, when its all a scheme to get Jane back.

            Nobody believes in that old hippie crap any more

 

KEN:

            I still believe in those things.

 

HANK:

            Of course you do.

            I expect it from you.

            You’re the universal hippie, some who’ll still be singing in the streets until you’re 70, and then wish you still could after that.

            That’s part of why you lost Louise.

 

KEN:

            I lost Louise because you got me fired.

 

HANK:

            Bullshit!

            You would have gotten yourself fired sooner or later and she would have left anyway.

            I’m not blaming you for the way you feel. I wish I could be as pure as you are.

            But Pauly, he doesn’t have a bone like that in his whole body. He’s only doing this to impress Jane, using my money and your misery to do it.

 

KEN:

            Love has a way of making people believe

 

HANK:

            Not him.

            He won’t change.

            He doesn’t do anything unless he can get something out of it.

 

KEN:

            I don’t see how he can get anything out of this except a lot of hard work.

 

HANK:

            I admit. I can’t see him getting anything beyond Jane, but he’s got something up his sleeve.

            Half the reason I don’t turn this car around is to see what he’s up to.

 

KEN:

            And if he isn’t up to anything?

 

HANK:

            Oh, he is. Believe me. He is.

 

(Pauly stirs awake)

 

PAULY:

            Where are we?

 

HANK:

            Still in God’s country.

 

PAULY:

            How long was I asleep

 

KEN:

            About an hour

 

PAULY:

            And Hank didn’t turn tail and head for home.

            What did you do, Kenny, hold a gun to his head?

 

HANK:

            Stop joking, Pauly.

            If I knew Peggy had picked such an awful place to set up her little experimental society I wouldn’t have come.

 

PAULY:

            So turn back if you’re so inclined.

 

HANK:

            I would but…

 

PAULY:

            But you want to stick it to Peggy one last time by helping me crash her little party, eh?

            You suspect there may be something valuable in this land deal and wouldn’t want to miss out, even if it means giving up your dead dad’s cash.

 

HANK:

            Is there?

 

PAULY:

            You’ll have to wait and see.

 

HANK:

             You’re turning into an even worse bastard than you were.

 

PAULY:

            And you’re turning into a fucking capitalist

 

HANK:

            I am not

 

PAULY:

            That’s why your hording your dead father’s money because you’re NOT capitalist.

 

HANK:

            He willed the money to be because he thought I would not squander it. If anyone’s turning into a capitalist in this car, it’s you.

 

PAULY:

            Wrong, I’ve always been a capitalist. Kenny’s the only reasonably pure person in this car, and sometimes I have my doubts about him.

            Need I point out how much you hated your father when he was alive and that your new found love for him came only when you found yourself in sole heir.

            I suspect he willed the money to you because he knew that it would corrupt you, and prove just how shallow your belief were.

 

HANK:

            You take that back or the whole land deal is off!

 

PAULY:

            I won’t take it back.

            Ask Kenny. He thinks you’re a capitalist, too.

 

KEN:

            I never said that.

 

PAULY:

            But you’ve thought it.

 

KEN:

            What I think is my own business.

 

HANK:

            (To Kenny)

            You really think I’m a capitalist? After all our years bumming around in the village together?

 

KEN:

            Capitalist isn’t a word I would use.

 

HANK:

            What word would you use?

 

KEN:

            I think you’ve changed.

            You think a lot more about money than you used to, and sex.

 

PAULY:

            See! A capitalist

 

HANK

            Shut up, Pauly.

            So I’m older and a little worried about being secure      

            That doesn’t make me a capitalist

            As for sex, I’ve always thought about that. Ask Peggy.

 

KEN:

            You used to think about other things, too.

 

HANK:

            Like what?

 

PAULY:

            For Christ’s sake, Hank. Pay attention to the road.

            That’s a cow!

            (Hank slams on the brakes, the car twists around in the middle of the road.)

 

HANK:

            You drive, Pauly.

            I’m too busy being a fucking capitalist.

 

 

Scene 14:

 

(More time passes and the landscape become even more remote, as if the car is traveling through time as well as space. Hank is a sleep. Pauly is driving and singing “We’re getting closer to our home” then stops singing

 

PAULY:

            Hey, Kenny.

            You still with me?

 

KEN:

            I’m still awake if that’s what you mean.

 

PAULY:

            Isn’t this exciting exploring new worlds. Don’t you feel like Columbus or Daniel Boone?

 

KEN:

            Columbus was in it for the money.

 

PAULY:

             A wise man, that Columbus.

 

KEN:

             Hank thinks you’re up to something.

 

PAULY:

            He’s right

 

KEN:

            What is it?

 

PAULY:

            If I told you, you would tell him and it wouldn’t be a surprise.

 

KEN:

            Do you think it’s fair to have him pay for the land and taunt him.

 

PAULY:

            He loves it. He pretends like he doesn’t. But he does

 

            (PAULY tunes in a rolling stones song on the radio)

            Now there’s an oldie but goodie for you.

 

KEN:

            I like the Rolling Stones

 

PAULY:

            Does it remind you of your protest days?

 

KEN:

            I don’t need to be reminded. I’m still there.

 

PAULY:

            So what are you protesting, Kenny?

 

KEN:

            Unfairness.

 

PAULY:

            Life is unfair. Are you protesting life?

 

KEN:

            I don’t see thing the same way you do.

 

PAULY:

            All right. Let me put it this way.

            Our whole generation seems to be against everything.

 

KEN:

            So?

 

PAULY:

            So nobody’s told me yet what we are supposed to be for?

 

KEN:

            I don’t get you

 

PAULY:

            Okay, let’s start with capitalists. What are they for?

 

KEN:

             Money.

 

PAULY:

            That’s putting it a little a simply. But all right.

            And the military?

 

KEN:

             They want to kill people.

 

PAULY:

            Let’s be fair.

            We might not agree why they are fighting, but they are fighting for a reason.

 

KEN:

            They want to stop communism and spread democracy.

 

PAULY:

            Good, good.

            So if capitalists want money and the military want to make the world safe, what do the hippies want?

 

KEN:

            That’s easy. We want to make love not war. (laughing)

 

PAULY:

            (sighs)

            You’re almost as hard to talk to as talking to Hank.

 

HANK:

            (waking up)

            Who is as bad as me?

 

PAULY:

            Kenny.

            He wants to make love not war.

 

KEN:

            So what do you want, Pauly?   

            Is Hank right? Do you have some money scheme up your sleeve with this land deal?

 

PAULY:

            You two have me all wrong?

            All I want is a chance to do my art.

 

HANK:

            And let someone else earn a living for you.

 

PAULY:

            Go back to sleep, Hank.

            We still have a long ways to go.

 

(Pauly starts beeping the horn to the beat of the Rolling Stones song.)

 

HANK:

            Stop that.

            Are you trying to attract trouble?

 

PAULY:

            What did I do?

 

HANK:           

            We’re long haired people in God’s country and you’re calling attention to us. Stop it before someone notices.

 

KEN:

            (Looking out the rear window as a police car puts on its flashing lights)

            Too late.  I think we’re going to be pulled over.

 

HANK:

            Just what we needed.

            Pull over, Pauly.

 

PAULY.

            I am

 

HANK:

            Faster before the cop thinks we’re not complying.

 

PAULY:

            Look who’s talking fast, a man who stares at green lights until they go yellow.

 

KEN:

            Just pull over please. The man does not look happy back there.

 

PAULY.

            (pulls the car onto the gravel shoulder)

            Let me do all the talking

 

HANK:

            Why? So we get a death instead of a life sentence?

 

KEN:

            Stop arguing. The cop’s coming.

 

SHERIFF:

            (Comes up to the driver’s side window)

            Howdy, boys.

            Making a bit of a ruckus back there, weren’t you?

 

HANK:

            (Talking passed Pauly)

            If you mean our beeping the horn, we can explain.

 

SHERIFF:

            Beeping and weaving a little.

            If it wasn’t for your out of state plates I might have mistaken you for some of the local rough necks we get along here from time to time, always out to cause a little trouble.

            In fact, we have a few boys who just love to cause havoc.

            We also get some college frat boys that are even harder to control.

            Now, if you three don’t mind, I’d like to see some id.

 

            (All three pass out their paper work which the sheriff studies carefully under the illumination of a flash light, nods finally, and hands the paperwork back)

 

            You know, there are some folks in these parts who don’t particularly like hippies.

 

PAULY:

            We’re not….

 

SHERIFF

            (Holds up his hand to silence Pauly)

            I’m not one of those people.

            Never had a lick of trouble form any except to pick up few giggling fools who fell into a pond or such.

            None ever pulled a gun or knife on me the way local boys have.

            Sometimes I actually wish there were more of your kind around.

 

HANK:

            Does that mean you’re going to let us go.

 

SHERIFF:

            I got nothing to hold you on.

            But I’m leaving you with a warning.

            We got some mean people on this road tonight, so I wouldn’t go drawing any attention to yourselves by beeping the horn or doing any other foolish thing.

            You get my meaning?

 

HANK:

            Certainly officer.

            And Thanks.

 

 

SCENE 15

 

(More time passes. Pauly is still driving. Hank is awake and humming along with an Elton John song that can barely be heard for all the static on the radio. Ken looks out the rear window. A weaving set of headlights shows in the distance and advances fast, eventually bumping hard into the dodge’s rear bumper jolting Pauly out of half daze)

 

PAULY:

            What the hell was that?

 

KEN:

            I can’t see too well inside the other car. But I hear them calling us fucking hippies.

 

HANK:

            Can we out run them?

 

PAULY:

            I doubt we could even if we weren’t low on gas.

 

(the other car pulls up along side on the driver’s side. Very drunken rednecks or college boys hang out the windows throwing beer bottles at the dodge, and shouting threats to kill them)

 

KEN:

            Maybe we should turn around and try and find that cop.

 

PAULY:

            That cop’s long gone.

 

HANK:

            Then maybe we should stop.

 

PAULY:

            Why?

            To make it easier for them to beat us up?

            Gas or no gas, we’re going to give them a run for our money.

 

(But before Pauly can stomp on the gas, the other car swerves into the side of the dodge.)

 

HANK:

            They’re going to kill us.

            Stop the car!

            Better to get beat up than get driven off the road into something.

 

PAULY:

            They might kill us anyway.

(Pauly stomps on the gas and pulls ahead a little so the next attempt misses)

 

KEN:

            I can’t believe they had us so much.

 

PAULY:

            Believe it.

            And it’s not just us.

            They hate anything that’s different. Indians, Chinamen, blacks, they just want to stomp us out of existence.

 

HANK:

            But if we can’t outrun them, what do we do?

 

PAULY:

            Hold on to your seats and I’ll show you.

 

(Again Pauly stomps on the gas, then almost immediately, slams on the brakes. Like earlier the car spins around to halt)

            Out!

            Grab whatever you can but be ready to fight!

 

KEN:

            Fight?

 

PAULY:

            That’s right, Ken. Sometimes it’s all war and no love.

 

HANK:

            You’re crazy.

 

(But the three jump out of the car, Pauly holding a screw driver, Hank a cassette storage box, Kenny a portable radio.

But the other car keeps going, wobbling away up the highway until the red tail lights fade from view, and the three are standing in the dark under a sky full of stars next to an overheated and dented Dodge.

 

HANK:

            Well, that’s enough of God’s country for me.

            Let’s go home.

 

PAULY:

            No way.

            I came out here for a reason and I intend to finish what I started.

 

HANK:

            You mean you want to make sure we get ourselves killed?

 

PAULY:

            We still have to see the land.

 

HANK:

            No land is worth all this.

 

PAULY:

            All right. So it’s not just the land.

 

KEN:

            You mean Jane?

 

PAULY:

            Yes, I came out here to get her and that’s what I intend to do. And you want to bring Louise back, too, Kenny?

 

HANK:

            That’s what this is all about? The women?

            What about the land you went on and on about?

 

PAULY:

            That, too.

            Jane came out here seeking to be closer to the earth.

 

HANK:

            Sure, she did.

            Hooking up with that witch, Peggy.

 

PAULY:

            So what if we had earth of our own that they could be close to?

 

HANK:

            You’d risk our lives so you could prove your farm is bigger than Peggy’s?

 

PAULY:

            One incident and you’re ready to give up?

 

HANK:

            I want to quit while I’m still breathing.

            Besides, you two have more motivation than I do. You want your women back. I don’t want my woman back, and the farther I am away from her the happier I’ll be.

 

PAULY:

            Then think of the land.

 

HANK:

            I don’t want to live anyplace where I have to fear for my life.

 

PAULY:

            Let’s put it to a vote.

            You want to turn back. I want to keep going.

            What do you want, Kenny?

 

KEN:

            Well, I don’t want to get beat up.

            Yet I’ll really like to see the land.

 

PAULY:

            There you go! Two to one. We go on.

 

HANK:

            Go on until we’re dead.

 

 

SCENE 16:

(Pauly is driving when dawn breaks, Ken and Hank are asleep. Pauly shouts)

 

PAULY:

            Wake up! It’s morning.

 

HANK:

            You mean to tell me we’ve driven all night? Where are we?

 

PAULY:

            I’m not sure

 

HANK:

            You mean to tell me you got us lost again?

 

PAULY:

            We’re not lost. We’re on a country road. I’m sure it’s on the map. Give Kenny time to find it.

 

KEN:

            (After some time searching the map)

            It’s here all right. Strangely enough, you got us pretty much where we had to go

 

PAULY:

            See! I’m a regular pathfinder.

 

HANK:

            Pure luck.

            What about gas?

 

PAULY:

            I’m sure we’ll come up with something soon. Say, isn’t that a gas station, and a diner?

            I sure could use a bite to eat.

 

(Pauly pulls the car to the pump. A man in overall ambles out, eyes them and the dented car, but complies when Pauly tells him to fill it up. Once Hank has finished paying, Pauly drives the car to the diner.

To every side, old farms spread wide in a rolling country that seems to go on and on, broken by nothing but the distant haze.)

 

HANK:

            This is crazy. We can’t live out here.

 

PAULY:

             Why not?

 

HANK:

            Because we’re city boys. This is so remote we would grow beards to our knees before we got anywhere civilized.

 

PAULY:

            We are bringing our own civilization with us. Ask Kenny. He knows.

 

HANK:

            Kenny doesn’t know any more than you do.

            We need the city whether we like it or not. We’ll go stir crazy out here.

 

PAULY:

             We can’t have everything. We need land so we don’t drive each other crazy. And we certainly can’t afford to buy land where we live.

 

HANK:

            But we need city life from time to time. I can't imagine trying to pick up a girl in a bar out here.

 

PAULY:

            Oh, I get it now. You’re talking about women -- and about all the picking up of women you do.

            Haven’t you ever heard the tales about the farmer’s daughter

 

HANK:

            Yeah, I’ve heard of them.

            They always make them out to be frail and pretty, when I’m sure I would have a hard time telling the difference between them and a cow.

 

 

PAULY:

            Kenny, talk to this man. Tell him how wonderful this is, about how we need to be close to the earth and all that other rubbish you and Jane are always going out about.

 

KEN:

             I love the idea.

            But I always figured this would be a cooperative effort.

            You make is sound like it’s every man for himself.

 

PAULY:

            That’s what life is.

            It’s survival of the fittest.

 

HANK:

            If that’s the case, we’re in big trouble.

            We’re not fit for life like this.

 

PAULY:

             We could learn.

            If Jane and the others can do it, why can’t we?

 

KEN:

            We’re not sure they can do it.  We haven’t seen their place yet.

 

PAULY:

            At lot of other people came out here from the city after Woodstock. You said so yourself.

 

HANK:

            And a lot of them failed. You painting us out to be Daniel Boone.

 

PAULY:

            And what’s wrong with that?

 

HANK:

            It’s fiction.

            Are you doing all of this just to show off for Jane?

 

PAULY:

            That’s not the only reason.

 

HANK:

            But do you know all the problems we’re going to run into out here?

            You can’t just go off to the local Quik Chek to buy grub, we may have to grow it ourselves.

 

PAULY:

            I hadn’t intended to be that primitive

 

HANK:

            Then we don’t need all this land. We could do just as well with separate apartments back home.

 

PAULY:

            Let’s be reasonable. Let’s look at the land, before you give up on the idea.

 

HANK:

            Of course, I’ll look at the land. You don’t think I came all this way to visit Peggy, did you?

 

PAULY:

            Great. You go in and order food. I’ll call the owner.

 

(KEN AND HANK go into the diner, Pauly pulls open the door to the phone booth, drops coins in and dials a number from a wrinkled want ad he pulls out of his pocket. When finished he joins the others in the booth)

 

HANK:

            So?

 

PAULY:

            The owner said he’ll meet us there. It’s just down the road. Our property starts just after the big red barn. He said we need to pull onto a dirt road a half mile after that.

 

HANK:

            A dirt road?

            This sounds worse the more I hear.

 

PAULY:

            YE, of so little faith.

 

HANK:

            I have a lot of faith that you will get us crucified before this trip is through.

 

KEN:

            You might not be so wrong about that.

            There’s a few men at the counter giving us the evil eye

 

(The pack of men all have the tough look of field workers, grim faced and tanned from too many hours in the sun, dirt under their finger nails, and grease stained overalls hinting of aggravating wrestling matches with uncooperative field machines. One man – a squat character with dark hair and discolored front teeth snarls)

 

WORKER:

            Look at them fairies.

            Sitting right in front of us eating our food, pretending like they got a right to be in the same place with us.

 

(several of his companions nod and chuckle, voicing suggestions as to what they might do if they get the chance)

 

            Beating them up is too good for them.

            We should teach them a lesson they can take back to the city with them.

 

KEN:

            (talking low to Hank and Pauly)

            I think maybe it would be a good idea to get out of here.

 

HANK:

            I would agree, but we have to walk right passed them to get out.

            I think we should sit right here and wait until they leave.

 

PAULY:

            We can’t wait.

            The owner of the property said he’d meet us. If we don’t show he made think we’re not interested.

 

HANK:

            I’m not interested in getting mauled on the way.

 

PAULY:

            They won’t hurt us.

            They’ll all talk

 

KEN:

            I think you’re wrong about that. But the longer we sit here the more riled they’ll get and we might wind up in a fight we don’t want.

 

HANK:

            All right. If we’re leaving. Let’s leave.

 

(PAULY rises first, leaves the bill for Hank, and strolls towards the door. The worker with the stained teeth grabs him by the arm.)

 

LENNY:

            Where are you going, sweetie?

 

PAULY

            (Joined by Hank and Kenny)

            I’m not bothering you mister.

 

LENNY:

            You’re looks bother me.

            What are you doing in these parts?

            We don’t have no war protests here.

 

PAULY:

            I’m minding my own business. Just like I wish you would

 

LENNY:

            Why you little fuck…

            (Takes a swing, but the counter clerk grabs the arm)

 

CLERK:

            Not in here, Lenny.

            You want to pick on someone do it some place else.

 

PAULY:

            Come on, Kenny, Hank. Hurry

 

(the three hurry out of the diner and climb into the car. Inside, Lenny and some of the others start to lumber out of the door, shouting at Pauly, Ken and Hank to stop. Pauly guns the car, sending a spray of gravel into the faces of the men, enraging them more)

 

KEN:

            They do not look happy, Pauly. I wouldn’t have done the thing with the stones.

 

PAULY:

You’re acting like I did it intentionally. I’m just trying to get as much space between them and us.

 

HANK:

            Are they following us?

 

KEN:

            (squinting out the rear window)

            They’re getting into a pickup truck and pulling out.

            Yeah, I would say they are coming this way.

           

HANK:

            Go faster, Pauly.

 

PAULY:

            No way.

            We start running will blow right passed the property we came to see.

            We’re gonna pull off and let them pass.

            There’s a curve coming. Keep and eye out for anything I can turn into.

 

(The car moves around the curve, and out of sight of pursuit)

 

HANK:

            There’s a gravel road

 

(Pauly jerks the car right and into the drive, slamming on the brakes. A moment later, the pickup truck, now going very fast, flashing by them.)

 

PAULY:

            Well, that’s over with.

            Let’s go look at the land.

 

 

SCENE 17

 

(Pauly is driving again with Hank in the passenger side and Ken in the rear seat, all our on the look out for the landmarks. The land has a feeling of great age also seems timeless, full of buildings and stone walls that have seen generations, and that people from hundreds of years past would have found familiar. If not for the occasional car or truck on the highway, and the rusted ruins of some earlier 20th century machine sitting on pieces of property, this might have been any time period from before the American Revolution. Even the few strangers that appear in front of buildings or on the gray porches seemed part of that same lack of time – each person and piece of landscape clinging to something incredibly precious strangers from the city could not appreciate or even recognize in their hurry)

 

HANK:

            So where is this barn you’ve harped on about?

 

PAULY:

            Will you stop worrying about it.

            We got gas now.

            It doesn’t matter how far it is.

 

HANK:

            It matters if we wind up landing on another planet.

KEN:

            There it is!

 

PAULY:

            I told you.

            Now both of you keep a sharp look out for the dirt road.

            I got to pay attention to this convoy coming this way on the other side.

 

(Convey is the wrong word to describe the parade of farm vehicles that were making their way to their various destinations, all of them of representing each time period the area had gone through, from the most primitive vehicles of early automotive to models that had been new a decade earlier, all showing the bruises of a hard life in dint and dents, and layers of mud, with men and in some cases women wearing the same sign of age and earthiness.)

 

HANK:

            Do you have any idea how far away the nearest city is?

 

PAULY:

            Kenny, look on the map for him.

 

KEN:

            How big a city do you mean?

 

HANK:

            Some place with a night life, that won’t roll up its sidewalks after dark.

 

KEN:

            Buffalo is less than an hour a way.

 

HANK:

            I mean a real city. Like New York.

 

PAULY:

            Buffalo is a real city.

 

HANK:

            Maybe to you.

 

PAULY:

            I guess Quebec would be next.

 

HANK:

            Oh, fine! You would have me move to a place where I would have to leave my own country to pick up a girl?

 

PAULY:

            What are you complaining about?

            Quebec is a wonderful city, very European. And you don’t even need a passport to get there.

 

HANK:

            Perhaps not.

            But I have an ugly feeling that I’m going to need a criminal defense lawyer before this over to defend me in court for murdering you.

 

KEN:

            There’s the road.

 

(Pauly jerks the car in that direction, causing it to bounce over the rough ground and the three occupants to bounce inside the car. Ahead of the road, partially hidden by overgrown trees, a rusted and dented pick up truck waits, and old style vehicle that last saw active service during the 1950s and even then was a hold over from the 1940s. Once the car has stopped, a gray haired man climbs out, wearing overalls of a farmer although clean and clearly no longer too much in touch with the soil. Hank, Kenny and Pauly climb out of the car and meet him half way between the two vehicles.)

 

OWNER:

            So you’re the boys that want to buy my property

 

PAULY:

            We certainly are.

 

HANK:

            We’re here to look over it anyway.

 

 

OWNER:

            Well it’s a good piece of land, even if my family hasn’t done much with it for the last decade or so. We’ve owned it for more than 100 years.

 

HANK:

            Which makes me wonder why you’re giving it up.

 

OWNER:

            I’m getting old.

            Didn’t much like farming even when I did more than I do these days.

            And my kids, one’s a doctor, another’s a teacher, like it even less

            So with nobody to give it to when I did, I figure I might get something for it, and use the money for my other business.

            If you get my drift.

 

PAULY:

            We’re right with you old man.

            Do you think we could look the place over a little?

 

OWNER:

            Sure.

            You boys want to climb in the truck with me or follow along in your own  vehicle.

 

HANK:

            We’ll follow

 

OWNER:

            This road gets a bit much later on.

            Your vehicle doesn’t much look like it could handle the strain.

 

PAULY:

            I can ride with you, lessen the weight on the car.

            You can tell me about the land as we go – and anything else you think we ought to know.

 

HANK:

            Don’t go making any deals without consulting us first, Pauly.

 

PAULY:

            (grinning as he climbs into the passenger side of the pick up truck)

            Would I do a thing like that?

 

 

(Once everyone is in place, the two vehicles move, bumping over the uneven landscape of the direct road – a patch of grass appearing in the space between the wheels to suggest the land has not seen significant traffic, just enough to keep the road clear.

The deeper the vehicle goes the farther from civilization they seem to travel, coming upon a rusted out model T ford from nearer the turn of the century, as well as other items someone has dumped there over the years, but time has worn down so that they are unrecognizable only that they were once manmade. A few buildings dot this place, too, sheds mostly, here and there of that gray paintless wood that testifies to their long life. The foundations of several larger buildings show, but these are so overgrown with weeds and trees, they may have not housed people since the Civil War)

 

OWNER:

            This is good land, despite how it looks, for anyone willing to work it.

 

PAULY:

            (Staring out in apparent awe, although it is an awe tinged with doubt)

            No buildings?

 

OWNER:

            Not any more. Nor anything worth keeping up even if it has four walls.

 

PAULY:

            Where did you live?

 

OWNER:

            Where I still live – on the upper 40. Subdivided this piece so I could be done with it.

 

PAULY:

            So we’ll be neighbors?

 

OWNER:

            Seems so if you boys decided to buy the place.

            I’m sure the place will be bountiful with you as it has been to my family.

 

PAULY:

            You make it sound as if this land was a person

 

OWNER:

             Sometimes, I think there’s more soul in this place than in most people walking around on two feet.

            That’s the big thing that’s change in the world.

            People used to think of land and animals and others as something equal if different from human kind, treating it with the same respect it would for any thinking and breathing being.

            Until your kind came around, most folks treated land like dirt with no more in it than rocks they had to plow up in order to build something over it.

 

PAULY:

            Our kind?

 

OWNER:

            Hippies.

            Lots of them came this way after Woodstock.

            Some went away again when they found out how much work it took to live in these parts, and how cruel winters can be at times.

            But some stayed.

            There’s a batch of your kind just down the road a piece.

 

(the truck bumps along as the road gets even more ragged, so that it is nearly impossible to tell the road from the under brush except for the two narrow ribbons of earth through which the tires roll. But even these are thick with sharp stones poking up, and huge dips that often make the ride seem more like a roller coaster than a road. Finally from behind, Hank beeps the horn and Ken waves out the window for them to stop)

 

            I think your friends want to speak with you.

 

(The owner halts the truck. Pauly gets out, walks back to the driver side of the overheating dodge, where Hank shakes his head.)

 

HANK:

            The car can’t stand much more of this beating. The road is just too rough.

 

(the owner comes up behind Pauly)

 

OWNER:

            Is there a problem?

 

PAULY:

            Our car can’t handle the track.

            Is there much more to see?

 

OWNER

            Some.

            Got a small pond up younger. Some woods the other way. Even a bit of a hill you might think is a mountain. But you’ve already seen enough to get a fair idea of what the property is about.

 

PAULY:

            Indeed, I’ve seen enough for me to make up my mind.

            We should get back to the road where I can talk to my partners here, and maybe check on the neighbors to see what we can expect and how they’re getting on.

 

HANK:

            Neighbors?

 

PAULY:

            (Nodding for Hank to play along)

            The man tells me that there’s some kind of commune nearby.

            I’m sure they can fill us in on what life’s like in these parts before we plunk down a deposit on this place.

 

HANK:

            Aren’t you being a bit hasty about spending my money?

OWNER:

            Well, folks.

            I don’t want to give you push on this. I hate when people push me into do something I haven’t made up my mind to do. But there’s other folks coming to look at the place, and the first people to put a deposit on the land gets it – even though I’ve taken a shine to you boys.

 

PAULY:

            No problem, mister.

            We won’t need a lot of time.

            We’ll look around and we’ll get back to you in an hour or so when we’ve discussed this a bit.

 

OWNER:

            Fine with me.

            You got my number.

 

 

SCENE 18

 

(Ken, Pauly and Hank are back in the car on the two lane highway headed in the direction of the commune)

 

PAULY

(Driving)

            So what do you think?

 

 

HANK:

            I think we would be crazy to buy it.

 

PAULY:

            Are YOU out of your mind?

            Did you see all the land we’re getting for the money.

 

KEN:

            It is a lot of land.

            But what do we do with it?

 

PAULY:

            Don’t turn sour on me now, Kenny.

            We’ll live on it.

            Do what we want.

 

HANK:

            What about a house to live in? Electricity to light it. And what did you plan on doing for toilet facilities, shit in the woods?

 

PAULY:

            We can build something easily enough.

            Haven’t you ever heard of pre-fab?

            As for services, the man said the place once had houses on it. That means the pipes are still underground and power lines still come in from the road.

 

HANK:

            A house doesn’t guarantee plumbing and electricity.

            From the look of the old man, his kin may have lived on the land before any of those things existed.

            Do you really want to step back in time to the pioneer days?

 

PAULY:

            Maybe.

            Isn’t Kenny always harping on about how much better things were before industry took over the planet?

 

KEN:

            I said industry was harmful.

            I didn’t say I wanted to live like a caveman.

 

PAULY:

            Don’t be snide, Kenny.

            All I mean is that we have lived an easy life up to this point.

            Maybe we need to earn our happiness a little.

 

HANK:

            Look who’s suddenly a convert!

            You might be trying to make Jane happy with all this. But I’m not convinced.

            Frankly, I think Jane would be happy if you went out and got a job or went back to school.

 

PAULY:

            You’re starting to piss me off, Hank.

            I just want you to listen to reason.

 

HANK:

            I will as soon as I hear some.

 

PAULY:

            All right. What about this?

            We’ll go down the road to Peggy’s place, talk to them and see how they handled everything up here.

            If they give us a bad report, we’ll call the whole thing off.

            But if they say everything okay, then you give us the money for the deposit.

 

HANK:

            You want me to talk to Peggy?

           

 

PAULY:

            No, I’ll do the talking. You listen.

 

HANK:

            It still sounds risky.

 

PAULY:

            What do you have to lose?

           

HANK:

            My father’s inheritance.

 

 

SCENE 19

 

            (The sense of moving back in time is exasperated by their approach to the commune. Everything seems from an older generation, with all signs of contemporary 1972 extinguished. Buildings long out of date elsewhere still function such as the general store and the gas station with its round-topped pumps and window signs advertising companies that have long ceased doing business.

            People look at the Dodge as it passes, not in a friendly way, grim working men and angry younger men who have just started on the hard life the landscape requires for survival, all of them trapped in the landscape they way there are in their own lives, looking with resentment at the car full of hippies for whom this visit is little more than a joy ride.)

 

KEN:

            I don’t want to sound alarmist, but the natives for some reason seem less friendly than they did.

 

HANK:

            That’s because we getting deeper into the muck.

 

PAULY:

            Nonsense. Both of you are imagining things.

 

KEN:

            Maybe.

            But I’ve seen these looks before from construction workers and soldiers back in the city. And I’d be very surprised if we would find ourselves welcome if we decided to stop for gas again or to get something from the store.

 

PAULY:

            We got gas, and we just ate. So unless you have to go to the toilet, we don’t need to stop.

            I’m sure if you have to go, the commune will have a toilet.

 

HANK:

            I wouldn’t bet on it.

 

PAULY:

            Will you stop being so negative and look for the road?

 

HANK:

            I am looking.

            They all look the same.

 

KEN:

            The old man said the road is marked by a large boulder.

            That may be it up ahead.

 

PAULY:

            Thank you, Kenny.

            I’m glad I can count on somebody.

 

(Pauly slows the car and comes to a halt at the gravel opening that marks the intersection with the highway. This road is even worse than the ones they had traveled on with the old man, marked with dips that showed large swashes of mud, and significant walls overgrown from either side.)

 

HANK:

            We’re supposed to drive down that?

 

PAULY:

            This is a farm, Hank. Don’t expect Times Square.

 

HANK:

            I expect level roads.

            How do people get around in this place, by pack mule.

 

PAULY:

            I admit. Things are a little rugged. We might have to get some sort of pick up truck if we move here.

 

HANK:

            Oh good!

            We’re already planning to turn into hillbillies. Next we’ll be coming around the mountain with a banjo on our knees.

 

KEN:

            There is someone on the road, waving at us to stop.

            And he has a gun.

 

(Pauly halts the car as a long-haired man steps to the side of the car, rifle under one arm, pointed down, yet apparently ready for use in necessary. The character is a strange mix of hippie and hillbilly, wearing farmer’s coveralls, but no shirt nor shoes, looking more than a little dusty for his contact with nature)

 

MAN:

            What do you want?

 

PAULY:

            We’re old friends of Peggy. We’ve come up from New Jersey to see her.

 

MAN:

            Friends?

            Peggy didn’t say anything about expected visitors.

 

PAULY:

            Well, we didn’t exactly tell her we were coming. We wanted it to be a surprise.

 

MAN:

            People around here don’t like surprises. I’ll have to ride the rest of the way in with you.

 

            (the man waves towards the pushes, suggesting that other people, perhaps also armed are hidden there. When he climbs into the back seat with Ken, Hank makes a face suggesting the man was in need of a bath.)

 

            Go slow.

            The road gets pretty bad ahead.

 

HANK:

            Worse than this?

 

MAN:

             A lot worse.

 

(under Pauly’s not so steady hand, the car edges ahead, but even at a crawl, it shudders and bang as the gaps in the road appear, holes so large as to swallow the tire and jerk the steering wheel out of his hands. This goes on for some time, with Hank grimacing over each bump).

 

HANK:

            Does this go on forever?

 

MAN:

            It’s not far now. But it gets a little treacherous ahead.

 

(The trees part, and the road becomes a kind of gully twisting and turning as it makes its way down into some gully that eventually opens into fields. Ken stares at the side window. Armed men who look much like the man in the car scurry along either side through the trees.

Finally, structures show on as the land opens up into fields, farm and grass land stretching out to either side, the vale of some ancient waterway with the farm at its bottom. The man gets out)

 

MAN:

            Wait here.

 

(the man hurries off towards one of the nearby structures, the remains of an old farm house half of which has collapsed over time, hastily repaired with new pale lumber mingling with the ancient gray wood of the original building.)

 

PAULY:

            This is weird!

 

HANK:

             You’re telling me!

            Did you see the others running along side of us?

 

KEN:

            I saw them.

            They all had guns.

 

HANK:

            What have you gotten us into, Pauly?

 

PAULY:

            Me?

            This isn’t my commune.

            Go ask your ex-girlfriend. I’m sure she’ll explain how her peace and love bunch turned into the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s.

 

HANK:

            Ask her yourself. Here she comes.

 

KEN:

            She does not look happy to see us.

 

PAULY:

            Neither is the tall guy she’s with.

            Who is he?

 

HANK:

            He calls himself Gandalf. He’s one of the old crowd from the village.

 

PAULY:

            A Charlie Manson look-alike, eh?

 

KEN:

            Shush. Their here.

 

(Peggy and the tall, Gray-haired man name Gandalf arrive at the car)

 

PEGGY:

            What the hell are you people pulling now?

 

PAULY:

            We were in the neighborhood and we thought we would drop by.

 

PEGGY:

            Bullshit.

            This is nowhere near anywhere you live.

            What are you three up to?

 

HANK:

            Pauly’s telling the truth.

            We’re up here looking to buy some land and thought we’d stop in here to check out how your commune made out.

 

PEGGY:

            Is this true, Ken?

            I know you’ll tell me the truth.

 

KEN:

            We just came from looking at a property a few miles from here.

 

PEGGY:

            A bit convenient, isn’t it?

            With the whole state of New York to choose from, you happened to pick a property near ours.

 

GANDALF:

            Don’t be harsh with them, Peggy.

            They have come a long way and we have not welcomed them properly. They must be tired and perhaps hungry.

            Let them settle in, then we can ask them questions.

 

PEGGY:

            I know these three, Gandalf.

            They mean us no good by coming here.

 

GANDALF:

            None the less they are here, and our guests.

            Bring them along.

 

 

SCENE  20

 

(Pauly parks the car among a handful of vehicles, a pick up truck, an old yellow school bus painted in the traditional hippie colors, but faded and dusty, a more modern van apparently rented for the trip here, and Jane’s blue VW bug. Pauly pauses near this then follows the other towards a group of structures that had a strange tribal look to them, some half buildings, some tents, with a larger newer metal structure rising up from behind them that soon reveals itself as a partially completed dome still under construction.

Around them is a confusion of dusty people, all bearing the same half clothes and barefooted look at the man who had met them on the road, though the children are totally naked and a bit wild rushing around with the dozens of dogs as if part of their pack.

In total, the population of this small village was several dozen, with many of the women pregnant.

Pauly, Hank and Ken are brought to a larger tent in which park like picnic tables have been set up, and where some people are eating chunks of home made bread and bowls of brown rice. All sit, Peggy, Gandalf, Pauly, Hank and Ken, as others bring them bowls and bread as well. Pauly looks disgusted. Hank doesn’t look at all. Kenny breaks off some bread the nibbles)

 

GANDALF:

            Welcome to our little community.

            It is not often we welcome guests, although as of late, we have added a few new residents – a very rare thing indeed.

 

PEGGY:

            Okay, the friendly stuff is over.

            Why are you hear?

 

PAULY:

            We told you.

            We’re looking at land.

 

PEGGY:

            Bullshit!

            Jane and Louise come up here and within a day the three of you show up.

            That’s no coincidence.

            And frankly, I would have you run off. But Gandalf is a kinder person than I am. But I still think you should leave.

 

PAULY:

            For whatever reason we came, it would be a shame that we couldn’t see Jane and Louise.

            After all, we did come along way.

 

PEGGY:

            And if they don’t want to see you?

 

PAULY:

            I haven’t hear either one of us saying that, only you.

            Are you their caretaker as well as their friend?

 

PEGGY:

            Don’t give me your twisted logic, Garley. Hank may fall for it. But I won’t.

 

GANDALF:

            No, Peggy. He’s right. 

            It would be wrong for us to speak for their loved ones.

            Go ask them if they wish to see our guests.

 

PEGGY:

            And if they say no?

 

GANDALF:

            Then we will let our friends rest, then send them on their way.

 

PEGGY:

            Very well, I’ll go ask.

 

            (PEGGY stands and storms off)

 

KEN:

            I’m confused by all the people carrying guns. One of your people met us with a gun on the road. And I saw others running along side the car in the woods when we came in.

            It is clear they are not hunting.

            I thought this was a peaceful community.

 

GANDALF:

            It is a peaceful community.

            But it is also a community under siege.

 

HANK:

            By whom?

 

GANDALF:

            By packs of thugs that would drive us out from this land.

            Most are young hot heads, but they are supported by older folks who do not wish to see our kind coming into their community.

 

 

KEN:

            But you aren’t hurting anyone.

            If anything, you seem to be keeping up the traditions of the area, raising crops and children just the way people always have here.

 

 

GANDALF:

            It is hard to explain the meanness in people’s hearts.

            Some see their way of life vanishing, and blame us as the cause. Some feel trapped in their own lives and need to make us feel small in order that they feel important.

            Some welcome us. But most don’t. Some ignore us, but others lay in wait for us, or sneak onto our land and cause trouble.

 

KEN:

            Which explains the guards.

            My God. This is as bad as living back on the Lower East Side among the junkies.

 

GANDALF:

            Untrue.

            We were trapped in cells in the city, locked away from each other, forced to pay rich men rent, greedy grocers for food, and monstrous utilities for our heat.

            Here, we can grow much of our food, live rent free, and use the sun and natural products for heat in winter.

            It is not an easy life. But it is much freer than in the city, and over time, this generation of hate will fade where as in the city the hate percolates and becomes more intense as people fight other people for space.

 

HANK:

            But there are things you don’t have hear, conveniences that some of us might consider necessary.

 

GANDALF:

            We have what we need.

            But enough of talk. Here come the women you came to see.

 

 

(Peggy, Jane and Louise – with holding the toddler Ruby by the hand – make their way from elsewhere in the village toward where Pauly, Ken, Hank and Gandalf sit. All four rise when the women reach the tent. Jane looked particularly skeptical, shaking her head slowly.)

 

JANE:

            I can’t believe you came anyway

 

PAULY:

            We just happened to be in the neighborhood.

 

GANDALF:

            I think maybe we should leave these people alone.

            Come Peggy.

 

(PEGGY seems reluctant to leave)

            Peggy. Come

 

PEGGY:

            All right. But you, Hank, you’re coming with me.

 

HANK:

            What for?

 

PEGGY:

            For a talk.

            Pauly might have thought up this little scheme, but you went along with it.

 

(Peggy, Gandalf, Hank and the handful of others from the commune exit the tent, leaving Pauly and Jane at one table,

Ken with Louise and Ruby stroll out the other side the tent and walk along the field back towards where the cars are parked)

 

LOUISE:

            Why did you come here?

 

KEN:

            Because I needed to explain what happened and to see my daughter again.

 

LOUISE:

            You don’t need to explain anything. We’ve been through it all before. You’re the way you are and you’ll never change.

 

KEN:

            Probably not.

            At least not in the way you mean.

            But I still care about you and Ruby.

 

LOUISE:

            If you cared so much, you would provide for us.

 

KEN:

            I will as long as I don’t have to feel miserable about it.

            Why don’t you come home. I’m sure I can hold onto a job sooner or later.

 

LOUISE:

            I can’t take that chance, Kenny.

            I have to think of what’s best for Ruby.

 

KEN:

            This place is best for Ruby?

 

LOUISE:

            (looking around)

            Strangely it is. People look out for each other here, and provide for each other. We don’t have to worry about the landlord putting us out or not having enough to eat.

            That’s reassuring to me.

 

KEN:

            But it’s so remote and – well, primitive.

 

LOUISE:

            I suppose. But I heard you were looking to buy land nearby.

 

KEN:

            One of Pauly’s schemes. I like the land. But I think I agree with Hank. This is no place for us.

 

LOUISE:

            I’m sorry to hear that.

            I was thinking maybe you might find a place here with us.

 

(back in the tent, Pauly shakes his head)

 

PAULY:

            You can’t be happy in this place?

 

JANE:

            Why not?

 

PAULY:

            Because you’re as suburban as I am, and will go crazy living hand to mouth like this.

            Ken and Louise might do it.

            They’re much more basic than we are.

 

JANE:

            This is coming from a man who plans to buy the farm next door to us?

 

PAULY:

            WAS going to buy.

            Not now. Not after seeing this and you.

            Come back to New Jersey with me. We can start over.

 

JANE:

            Start over?

            We can’t start something again we didn’t have in the first place.

 

PAULY:

            You’re confusing me.

            I thought we had something once.

 

JANE:

            You thought. But you never asked me.

 

PAULY:

            Are you saying you never loved me.

 

JANE:

            Not more than you love yourself.

 

PAULY:

            That hurts, Jane.

 

JANE:

            The truth hurts sometimes.

 

PAULY:

            So you’re going to stay here living like Grizzly Adams.

 

JANE:

            No, you’re right in that regard.

            This isn’t my kind of life. But being with you isn’t either.

            I’m just here until I figure out where to go from here.

 

PAULY:

            But it won’t be with me?

 

JANE:

            No, Pauly.

 

(Peggy and Hank hold back a little from the small crowd walking through the heart of the little commune village.)

 

PEGGY:

            You really are a pip, you know that?

 

HANK:

            I didn’t come here to fight with you.

 

PEGGY:

            Then why did you come?

 

HANK:

            Pauly needed an excuse to see Jane. Kenny needed to say good bye to his wife and kid.

 

PEGGY:

            So you just tagged along?

 

HANK:

            Kidnapped would be a better description.

 

PEGGY:

            But you never thought maybe you would like to see me again?

 

HANK:

 

(halts, looks squarely at Peggy)

            Of course, I thought about you.

            I think about you all the time. I miss you all the time.

 

PEGGY:

            That’s why you cheated on me all the time?

 

HANK:

            I don’t know why I cheated on you.

            Something’s wrong inside me I guess, some hunger that I can never satisfy.

 

PEGGY:

            So you’re saying I was never enough for you?

 

HANK

            (laughs sourly)

            You were always too much to handle for me.

            You were also always too good for me.

 

PEGGY:

            My God!

            Is this repentance I hear coming out of the mouth of Hank Sterns?

 

HANK:

            You said you would recognize truth if I spoke it. Well I’m speaking truth.

            I guess I always felt a little overwhelmed by you, and went looking for girls I knew didn’t expect as much from me as you did.

 

PEGGY:

            I’m not sure I like your confessions any better than I liked your lies.

 

HANK:

            I’m not really confessing or repenting. I’m just setting the record straight.

            Sure, I love you. But I’m never going to be kind to you or loyal – not the way this guy Gandalf appears to be.

            He seems legitimate.

 

PEGGY:

            He is.

 

HANK:

            I’m glad.

            I wouldn’t want to dump you off onto anyone like me.

 

PEGGY:

            Hank, if you don’t stop this, I’m going to slug you.

 

HANK:

            (laughs)

            I’m done.

            I think maybe it’s time for us to leave.

 

PEGGY:

            But you three just got here.

            I’m sure the other two have a lot to talk about before they’re ready to go.

(looks back towards the tent, squints)

            Pauly and Jane are headed off to her tent. I can’t see Ken or Louise, but I suspect they’re going to hers. One of the other women is holding Ruby.

 

HANK:

            (Staring in the same direction)

            You mean?

 

PEGGY:

            We’re not stuffed shirts here. People sometimes do need to – well, you know.

 

HANK:

            Yeah, I know.

 

PEGGY:

            What about you?

 

HANK:

            I don’t get you?

 

PEGGY:

            I don’t think anyone’s using my tent at the moment.

 

HANK:

            What about Gandalf? And all that talk about loyalty

 

PEGGY:

            I said we’re not stuffed shirts here, Hank.

            Gandalf will understand. He knows how I feel about you.

 

HANK:

            Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!!!!

 

 

SCENE: 21

 

 (Ken and Louise reappear later, as do Hank & Peggy, Pauly & Jane, joining the community in the big tent for the evening meal. Gandalf and others are seated at the tables, and all seem strangely content although weary from their daily chores. Someone is singing an old folk song, not an anti war song, but something from the 1930s dealing with work and life. It fills the air and adds to the sense of having traveled back in time, or perhaps, creating a bubble of past in which these people live out their lives believing values no longer popular in the world beyond their bubble.)

 

PAULY:

            (to Jane)

            We’re going to have to leave soon.

 

JANE:

            Tonight?

            You can’t wait until morning?

 

PAULY:

            If I spend the night, I won’t want to leave in the morning.

 

KEN:

            Me neither

 

LOUISE:

            Then why go if they think you would like to stay?

           

KEN:

            I wouldn’t like it here.

            I would feel as trapped here as I would if I worked for my family again or in any job I hated. But I would stay because you’re here, and be miserable.

 

PEGGY:

            What’s your excuse, Hank?

 

HANK:

            You know me.

            I would start to get restless, and would wander off somewhere anyway.

            Better I leave now, while we still feel good about each other than stay and have us hate each other again.

 

PEGGY:

            I wouldn’t hate you, Hank.

            I think I’m beyond that now. I would just feel sorry for you.

 

JANE:

            But you’ll come back? The three of you?

 

KEN:

            If I’m welcome, I’ll come back.

            I need to see my kid, don’t I?

 

JANE:

            What about you, Pauly?

            Do you think you can find time in your busy life to come visit me?

 

PAULY:

            If you’re still here.

 

GANDALF:

            I think if you’re going tonight, you’d better leave soon.

            The road gets thick with drunken workers after dark, and I wouldn’t want to see you get caught up with them.

 

SCENE 22:

 

(the dodge pulls out of the mouth of the road from the commune. The guards fade back into the shadows, looking a little like native American Indians from another time slipping back into the woods. PAULY is driving. The radio is on, playing some staticky Peter, Paul and Mary song. No one is singing or yet talking, apparently each is lost in his own thoughts. The road is dark ahead and behind with only a few lights to indicate a building at intervals and a flashing yellow light in the distance to indicate a more major crossing of farm roads. The headlights seem to illuminate a cone ahead of the car into which each man stares intently. Pauly finally speaks)

 

PAULY:

            Okay, which one of you jerks is going to say it?

 

HANK:

            Say what?

 

PAULY:

            Tell me what a bad idea all this was coming up here.

 

KEN:

            What makes you think it was a bad idea?

 

PAULY:

            Because we came all this way and we’re going back without leaving a deposit on the land.

 

HANK:

            Come off it, Pauly.

            We all know it would never have worked.

            We’re all too lazy for that way of life.

            Kenny’s the only one of us who would appreciate a life of brown rice and navel gazing.

 

KEN:

            No, even I couldn’t handle life here with them or with you two.

            We would drive each other crazy within a week.

 

PAULY:

            But it was a nice idea, wasn’t it?

 

HANK:

            It was a whacky idea.

            Now the question is, can be find the thruway again so we can go home.

 

KEN:

            I still got the map. I’ll get us there.

 

PAULY:

            We’re going to have to stop for coffee.

            I won’t be able to keep my eyes open without some.

 

HANK:

            There’s no Quik Chek here.

 

PAULY:

            We’ll stop at the diner, and get more gas, too.

 

KEN:

            Do you think that’s a good idea after what happened there yesterday?

 

PAULY:

            Come on, Kenny.

            You don’t think that crew is still there?

 

HANK:

            Kenny might be right.

            Is it wise to tempt fate?

 

PAULY:

            Just trust me, okay.

            The guy and his friends won’t be there.

 

(Pauly drives on. The diner shows in the distance on the left, a lone glowing icon shinning brightly into the night, along with the lights outside the filling station next door. The lot is filled with pick up trucks when Pauly pulls the dodge into the lot.)

 

PAULY:

            You get the tank filled while I go get our coffee

 

KEN:

            Do you want one of us to go with you?

 

PAULY:

            I’m a grown man, Kenny. I don’t need you to hold my hand.

 

(PAULY gets out of the car and crosses the lot to enter the diner as Hank tells the attendant to fill up the tank)

 

KEN:

            This wasn’t a wasted trip, you know.

 

HANK:

            What makes you say that?

 

KEN:

            I got to say good bye, and maybe if I find a job I like, she might come back.

 

HANK:

            I wouldn’t hang your hat at that. Life has a way of getting away from people after enough time passes. She might meet someone up here. You might meet someone down there.

 

KEN:

            I won’t meet anybody like her.

 

HANK:

            (paying the gas station attendant for the gas)

            Never say never, Kenny.

            I figured I would never like Peggy, and look what happened.

 

KEN:

            What did happen with you two?

            She was actually being nice to you at the end.

 

HANK:

            Never mind the details. Just take my word that strange things happen when you least expect.

 

KEN:

            Speaking of strange things. Isn’t that Pauly running out of the diner?

 

HANK:

            Sure is, and he forgot our coffee.

 

PAULY:

            (yanking open the driver’s door and jumping in)

 

            We got to get out of here quick

 

KEN:

            The guy was in there, and he remembered me, and he’s howling up a storm trying to get everybody in the place to come beat us up.

            There’s going to be a convoy out here a minute.

           

(True to his words, a very drunk Lenny staggers out from the diner door followed by a crowd of hooting and howling men, all of them cursing and calling out “hippies” into the night. Pauly guns the gas and pulls the dodge back out onto the highway, steering wildly.

 

KEN

            You’re going the wrong way!

            The thruway is the other way along this road.

 

PAULY:

            Now you tell me

 

(turns the car onto the shoulder in a high speed u-turn just as the first of the pick up trucks reaches that spot. The faces of the workers glare at them through the windshields as the dodge passes, their curses lost in the rush of air.)

 

HANK:

            What do we do now?

            We’re not going to outrun are we?

 

PAULY:

            We’re going to try.

            If we can get onto the thruway, maybe they’ll give up

 

KEN:

            I wouldn’t count on that. They’re turning around and coming after us.

 

HANK:

            Don’t destroy my car, Pauly.

 

PAULY:

            Right now, I’m less worried about your car than I am about saving your silly neck. Hold on, folks. This road wasn’t built for the speeds we need to do.

 

(Pauly floors the gas pedal and the car charges ahead, bounding over the broken asphalt nearly flying in spots, a galloping image that could have been a steed from long ago. Behind them, the pick up trucks pick up speed and the sound of their pursuit hums through the normally silent night like background music. A Monkeys song makes its way through the static on the radio, talking about houses that look all the same and a suburbia that is light years away from where the three of them are at the moment.)

 

KEN:

            Some of the them are starting to catch up. Can’t you go any faster.

 

PAULY:

            Not without tearing off the bottom of the car.

 

HANK:

            Maybe we should have headed back to Peggy’s commune.

 

PAULY:

            That wouldn’t have done any good. These guys would have come in after us, and that would have started a war.

            No, we’re better off getting out of this on our own. Once we’re away from this place, we don’t have to worry. Those folks have to live with these fools.

 

KEN:

            Something just pinged against the car.

            Are they throwing stones or something?

 

HANK:

            Stones my ass.

            Someone is shooting at us.

 

PAULY:

            Oh, God!

            And I once told Jane I thought Easy Rider was a fairytale

 

HANK:

            Just keep driving, Pauly.

 

PAULY:

            I can’t outrun bullets, Hank.

 

HANK:

            Maybe they’re run out of ammo soon

 

KEN:

            If we’re still alive when they do

 

(More pinging sounded against the car. Then a small hole appeared in the rear window.)

 

PAULY:

            That’s it!

            I’ve had enough. Maybe we should forget the thruway and head to Canada.

 

KEN:

            We’re a lot closer to the thruway.

 

HANK:

            Closer or not, the thruway’s not close enough. You’re going to have to pull some magic trick like you did before, Pauly.

 

PAULY:

            Trick? You mean find a convenient driveway to hide in?

 

HANK:

            Exactly.

 

PAULY:

            And how exactly do I do that in the dark?

 

KEN:

            Maybe if we turned around?

 

PAULY:

            What for? To give them better range to shoot us?

 

KEN:

            If they think we’re crazy they might leave us alone.

 

PAULY:

            And how exactly did you plan to make them think that?

 

KEN:

            I used to play chicken on my bicycle as a kid.

 

PAULY:

            You mean head right at them?

 

KEN:

            Exactly.

 

HANK:

            Not with my car, you don’t.

 

PAULY:

            (Making another sweeping turn with the car on to shoulder to face the oncoming pickup trucks.)

            What do you want to save the car for, Hank, you heirs?

            (Pauly screams and punches the gas)

            KARABUNGA!!!!!!!

 

(the pickup trucks part as the dodge plunges head long at them, the round headlights of each truck bounding as the vehicles roll into the drainage ditch or into the fields on either side.)

 

KEN:

            Turn back!

 

PAULY:

            Back towards them?

 

KEN:

            That’s the way to the thruway.

 

HANK:

            What if they shoot us as they pass?

 

PAULY:

            Don’t worry. There might be a hospital on the way home.

            (Pauly turns the car again at high speed and head back in the direction of the scattered pickup trucks. This time dark shapes of men in the road, leaping out of the way as the dodge roars passed)

 

KEN:

            That did it!

            They’re cursing, but none of them are making to follow us.

 

PAULY:

            Not right now. But once they get their wits they might

 

KEN:

            By then we should be on the thruway. Just don’t stop.

 

HANK:

            Yeah, don’t stop until we get to New Jersey.

            God, I never want to leave that place again.

 

KEN:

            You will, Hank. We all will.      

            But I agree. We need to get home, and it’s a long way home.

 

 


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