unedited scene from the bike play

I haven’t really felt like sharing, but then I thought, fuck it, I got nothing to lose (except for my 14 views–don’t go!). 

Anyway, I was trying to think of what scene to post to round this off. There’s one where Ella is teaching Jamie how to be seductive, that one’s good. Or another that’s Joe and Jamie admiring the stars. I never thought I’d pick this one, but after reading it again, I was like, “yeah, I’m okay with this.”

Sure, there’s some formatting things I’d do — like Rob Handel and a couple others convinced me not to write (beat) anymore, so I’d take that out. I like the look of open space on the page. I wouldn’t feel the need to describe what Ella and Jamie and Joe– how they should react. Because I could leave that open. That would be better. 

But here it is, unedited, for your enjoyment. Then I’ll go onto the next thing maybe or linger around with this play, who knows.

If you want to read the whole thing though, send me a note. 

barbara dot jwan at gmail
SCENE TWELVE:

Bakersfield, California
(JAMIE and ELLA sit at a table in a cafe. A stranger wearing sunglasses, JOE, listens at the next table over. He strums a guitar.)
JAMIE

I’m saying it’s not realistic.
ELLA

What makes it not real?
JAMIE

Well, for one, everyone’s gonna know what it is.
(ELLA plays with her lighter.)
ELLA

Who’s gonna know?
JAMIE

Everyone.

ELLA

Who?
JAMIE

Everyone!
ELLA

Who?
(A beat. JAMIE gives up.)
ELLA

No one knows we’re here. Look at me. Hey!
(JAMIE looks.)
ELLA

No one knows we’re doing this. No one even follows the Tour of California.
JAMIE

People follow it.
ELLA

Who?
JAMIE

People!
ELLA

They don’t matter. And if they did, they’d be too busy watching the races anyway.
JAMIE

Stages.
ELLA

How much money you got?
JAMIE

Less than you.
ELLA

Okay, fine.
(ELLA takes out a wallet from her purse and counts how much money she has.)
JAMIE

What makes you so sure anyway?
ELLA

I got a guy.
JAMIE

A guy? What do you mean – like someone to buy this bike? What the fuck does that mean?
ELLA

Exactly. Just chill, Jamie, you’re raising your voice.
(ELLA looks over at JOE. She smiles, eye-flirting with him.)
JAMIE

You trust him?
ELLA

Who?
JAMIE

Your guy.
ELLA

Of course. He says we can sell it in TJ for 18.
JAMIE

18.
ELLA

Yep.
JAMIE

Are you fucking serious? How long you gonna keep this up?
(ELLA flicks her lighter on the table in a sort of “fuck you” motion. JAMIE sits back.)
JAMIE

You are.
ELLA 

(Whispers – leaning in)

Of course I am, Jamie. What do you think? That this is some type of joke? That I don’t know what I’m doing? Of course I know. I’m planning this whole thing, remember? You’re just along for the ride, right. Or are you in. It’s not a fucking game anymore. This is it. You gotta make some decisions.
JAMIE 

(Shaking her head)

Wow.
(ELLA looks at her cell phone.)
ELLA

You got ten minutes. I’m gonna use the toilet. Think about it. Think about whether you’re in or out.
(ELLA leaves the table. JOE watches her go; he tries to scribble something down in a notebook in front of him. His pen doesn’t work.)
JAMIE 

(Mutters to herself)

Fuck…
(JOE leans over towards JAMIE’S table.)
JOE

Got a light.

JAMIE

Huh?
(JOE points to the lighter on the table.)
JAMIE

Oh…
(JAMIE pushes ELLA’s lighter across the table. JOE lights the tip of his pen. He smiles at JAMIE then begins to write again. The pen works.)
JOE

Never seen that? 
(beat.)

If your pen’s not working but you can see it still has ink in it, you can put the tip in a flame. It’ll heat up the ink and start flowing again.
(JOE hands the lighter back to JAMIE.)
JAMIE

Oh… thanks
(JOE nods. He plucks a few chords on the guitar.)
JOE

That’s a trick that comes in handy.
(The sound of wind.)
JOE

Where you from?
JAMIE

What?
JOE

It’s like I don’t speak English or something. Where You From? Here? 
JAMIE

No.
JOE

There we go. Didn’t think so. Up north , right?
JAMIE

Yeah… That’s right.
(JOE nods.)
JOE

Ukiah?
JAMIE

Santa Rosa.
(JOE nods. He plucks a few more chords.)
JOE

Where you headed?
JAMIE

South. You always talk to strangers?
JOE

Yep. Mexico?
JAMIE

Were you listening to us just now?
JOE

Sure was.
JAMIE

I’m not sure yet. Where we’re headed.
JOE

What’s your name?
JAMIE

(Sings, experimenting with different notes)

Jamie. Jamie. Jamie.
JAMIE

What’s yours?
(beat.)

Hey, what’s yours? You gotta name? Everyone has a name. What am I supposed to do, call you Joe Schmoe?
JOE

Sure, you can call me Joe. 
(beat.)

I don’t mind. Good as any other name.

(beat.)

You know, if I were you, I’d part it out.
(JAMIE looks at him blankly.)
JOE

The bike. You’d get more money that way. Plus who’d be able to tell what it was originally?
(JAMIE goes white.)
JOE

Don’t worry. I’m not going to tell. I could care less really. You want to hear something? Hold on.
(He tunes the guitar. Plays a couple cords. He hums the melody then sings, accompanying himself on guitar.)
Let me have my memories without

    Those lavender tinted dreams curved

    Around my nighttime bed I’d be like

    Pigeons wandering the streets aimlessly

    Striving to simplify my life with wishes

    

I envy those who can make their beds

In soft feathers lining nests warmed

By carefree times gold glinting sideways

And back-alley paths near Lake Tahoe

I’d be free to lightly trace their

Silhouettes and shadows upon my eyes
Forgetful the next morning watching

Traffic wind silky paths of stars

Before the sun rises to greet me

Could my smile twinkle forest green

Solemnity and sever the bond
With an ambivalent shrug?
JAMIE

Huh.
(JOE continues to strum and hum.)
JOE

What are you afraid of?
JAMIE

What? I’m not afraid. Who said that?
JOE

People who are defensive are always afraid of something.
JAMIE

You think so?
(JOE nods, then looks at her and smiles.)
JOE

Yep.
JAMIE

Okay, so I’m scared.
JOE

Told you.
JAMIE

Why’m I telling you about it?
JOE

I don’t know. Maybe you need someone to talk to? She doesn’t seem like the confiding type…
JAMIE

Maybe…
(beat.)

Hey, what if I told you something?
JOE

I’d listen. That’s what I do.
JAMIE

(Whispers)

This girl. That girl I was just with. We’re friends, right? And she’s gonna sell- something and it could be worth a bit of money. We’ve been all around the state making videos. Posting them. We blew up. We’re this big thing now.
JOE

Sounds like fun. Like trouble.
JAMIE

It is. A whole mess of trouble. We’re not gonna wiggle out of this one. I can tell you that right now.
JOE

You think so?
JAMIE

I know so. It’s all over the internet.
JOE

Ah… the bike banditas. I’ve heard of you. 
JAMIE

Yeah? You have?
JOE

Everyone has.
JAMIE

See that’s what I’m saying. That’s the problem.
JOE

Is it?
JAMIE

Cuz we’re gonna get caught eventually.
JOE

Not if you ditch it.
JAMIE

We’ll see. That’s what Ella wants to do. I’ve wanted to all along, but she keeps holding on til the last second. I’d never tell her, but I actually kinda enjoy it. The journey that is. But at the same time, I have to be the voice of reason. Ella thinks too grandiose. Too big picture. She forgets the details. Like that this is a felony. Like that we could end up in jail. Like that 18,000 dollars is a lot of money and where do you get that kinda money outta nowhere anyway?
JOE

People make money in weird ways.
JAMIE

Tell me about it.
JOE

So what are you gonna do?
JAMIE

(Sighs)

Keep on going along for the ride, I guess. See what happens.
JOE

Even though you know what does?
(JAMIE shrugs.)
JAMIE

What else am I gonna do?
JOE

Oh, I don’t know. There’s a lot of things you could do.
(ELLA enters. She stands behind JAMIE, looking at JOE, who smiles at her.)
ELLA

Who’s this?
JAMIE

Oh, hey Ella.
(beat.)

Wouldn’t say his name.
ELLA

Why not? Is it so scary we can’t handle it?
JOE

Something like that.
ELLA

Must be a pretty terrible name… Well, I’m Ella. And you’ve already met Jamie, I see. We gotta run. Right, Jamie?
(She stares at JAMIE who returns her gaze.)
JAMIE

Uh… right.
JOE

Where you guys going?
ELLA

LA. Disneyland. Maybe Mexico.
JOE

Can I join you? Trying to get back home.
JAMIE

Where’s that?
ELLA

Yeah, sure… you can come.
(beat.)

What’d you say your name was again?
JOE

You can call me Joe.
ELLA

Okay, Joe Schmoe, should we go?
JOE

Yes, we should.

***

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