Scene Detail

"Pucker up for the kiss of death."

From: All Hallows' Eve (For Jeffrey)
4 Characters
Gender Age Character Name
Male 30s MONTGOMERY
Male 30s ALFONSO
Male 30s CLIFFORD
Female Adult: Any Age MADAME ISADORA
 
Setup:
This is the beginning of the play. Read on...

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Scene

copyright 1994 by Matthew A. Everett


Lights up on MONTGOMERY, a man in his early thirties, in the living room of his apartment.

The lights barely establish before a knock on the door is heard.

MONTGOMERY walks over, opens the door and jumps back, startled.


MONTGOMERY

Aah!!

ALFONSO is dressed in a full body skeleton costume, complete with skull mask.

He holds out a single red rose and leans in close to MONTGOMERY.


ALFONSO

Pucker up for the kiss of death.

MONTGOMERY walks away from the door.


MONTGOMERY

Not funny, Al.

ALFONSO holds out the rose again.


ALFONSO

Happy Anniversary.

MONTGOMERY

Could you take that off?

ALFONSO

I'd rather have you take it off.

MONTGOMERY

I'm serious. I don't even want to look at you like that.

ALFONSO

Come on. If a guy can't make fun of his own H.I.V. status, who can?

MONTGOMERY

I don't care how cute we both know you are, I am not kissing that.

ALFONSO swiftly removes the skull mask and tosses it aside.

ALFONSO is also in his early thirties. Cute would be an understatement.


ALFONSO

Better?

MONTGOMERY

Better.

They kiss. A long, slow romantic kiss.


ALFONSO pulls MONTGOMERY in close against him.


MONTGOMERY breaks it off.


MONTGOMERY (continued)

Whoa, boy. Let me put this in some water.

MONTGOMERY takes the rose and moves away. He chuckles and shakes his head as he takes care of the flower.


ALFONSO

(teasing)

You're smiling. You do like the costume.

MONTGOMERY

No, I was just thinking. A whole year.

ALFONSO

Has it only been a year. That's what I'm thinking.

(thinking back, smiling)

Jarrod's Halloween party.

MONTGOMERY

Jarrod's last Halloween party.

ALFONSO

I miss him.

MONTGOMERY

Me, too.

Pause.


ALFONSO turns MONTGOMERY's head to face him.


ALFONSO smiles and kisses him, then takes him by the hands and pulls him close, swaying to music in his head.


ALFONSO

Come on. Dance with me, handsome.

MONTGOMERY

What kind of anniversary is Halloween anyway?

ALFONSO

They're playing our song.

MONTGOMERY

Werewolves of London?

ALFONSO grins and raises his eyebrows suggestively, letting out a "Werewolves of London" howl.


ALFONSO

Ah-oo!!

MONTGOMERY grins in spite of himself.


The two men pull each other close, swaying to the music in their heads, their bowed heads touching gently.


MONTGOMERY

This time last year, you were filling out a loin cloth -- quite nicely, too, if I may say so.

ALFONSO

You certainly may.

(another musical werewolf howl)

Ah-oo!!

MONTGOMERY

I prefer to think of you that way.

ALFONSO

Neanderthal?

MONTGOMERY

Healthy.

ALFONSO stops dancing.


Pause.


ALFONSO

I am healthy.

MONTGOMERY

You know what I mean.

ALFONSO

OK, so the skeleton outfit was a bad idea. I've still got the same body that filled out that loin cloth a year ago.

ALFONSO takes MONTGOMERY's hands in his own and looks him straight in the eyes.


ALFONSO (continued)

I'm not going anywhere. There are going to be a lot of Halloweens, a lot of anniversaries. My T-cells are up. I run. I lift. I bike. I love. You. I'm not gonna die on you. You can't get rid of me that easy.

They stare into one another's eyes a moment.


MONTGOMERY breaks away.


MONTGOMERY

I wish you wouldn't talk like that.

ALFONSO

So how's Cliff?

CLIFFORD's voice is heard singing "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" in the dark on the other side of the stage.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Missed the Saturday dance --

MONTGOMERY

I wasn't going to bring him up, not tonight.

ALFONSO

And I appreciate it. But it's a Monday. Your night to visit. And he's going through a rough patch, special occasion or no.

Lights up on the front room of Clifford's living quarters in an AIDS hospice.


CLIFFORD, a man in his mid-thirties, is frail-looking but fully alert, stretched out on a couch, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that were once the right size but are obviously too big for him now.


He is in the process of getting out his pills.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Heard they crowded the floor --

ALFONSO

What kind of an AIDS buddy would you be if you didn't at least drop by?

CLIFFORD raises his glass of water in a mock toast.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Couldn't bear it without you --

CLIFFORD puts the pills in his mouth, drinks and swallows.


ALFONSO

Hey, I can handle another man in your life -- as long as it's on a strictly volunteer basis.

MONTGOMERY

His virus. Your virus.

CLIFFORD sets the pills and water glass aside.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Don't get around much anymore.

MONTGOMERY

Our virus.

ALFONSO

One thing I don't want to share with you. Call me selfish.

MONTGOMERY

Selfish.

ALFONSO

I can live with that.

CLIFFORD sets out a candle and incense and lights them.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Thought I'd visit the club --

MONTGOMERY

Same virus.

ALFONSO

Running through two very different bodies.

MONTGOMERY

No argument here.

MONTGOMERY grins and reaches for the zipper on the back of ALFONSO's skeleton outfit.


ALFONSO playfully ducks and swats at MONTGOMERY's hands.


ALFONSO

Ah ah ah.

In his preparations, CLIFFORD catches sight of a framed picture of a young man.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Got as far as the door --

ALFONSO

You're not unwrapping your anniversary present til you get him out of your system.

MONTGOMERY

I'm beginning to wonder whether that's possible.

ALFONSO

Try. Please. Tonight I want it to be us. Just you and me. No ghosts.

MONTGOMERY

He's not dead yet.

CLIFFORD picks up the framed picture.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

They'd have asked me about you --

ALFONSO

He having trouble adjusting to the hospice?

MONTGOMERY

I think I'm having more trouble than he is. Cliff seems fine. The space he's got is almost like his old apartment. Except there's a hospital bed in the next room where a real bed should be. He still sees the whole thing as temporary.

CLIFFORD smiles at the face in the frame.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Don't get around much anymore.

MONTGOMERY

He's going on about how his brother-in-law's taking care of his car for the time Cliff gets better. When he leaves. Gets his own apartment again. Goes back to his old job. Like a terminal illness is only a minor setback.

CLIFFORD rises with difficulty and begins to dance with the picture held at arm's length, so he can look at his dance partner.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease --

MONTGOMERY

The guy's brain is rotting away. He's practically a stick figure. Last time I went to visit Cliff, he had an uncontrolled bowel movement while he was standing right in front of me. Just crapped his pants. Hey, no sweat, all my friends do that when I come over.

CLIFFORD

(singing)

But nevertheless --

MONTGOMERY

And me? I just smile and nod my head as noncommittally as possible.

CLIFFORD

(singing)

Why stir up memories?

MONTGOMERY

I mean, I don't want to encourage this state of denial he's in, but who am I to say he's wrong?

CLIFFORD

(singing)

Been invited on dates --

ALFONSO

Some of us would call it hope, not denial.

MONTGOMERY

I knew we shouldn't be having this conversation.

CLIFFORD

(singing)

Might have gone, but what for?

ALFONSO

What's happening to Cliff isn't happening to me. We aren't the same person.

MONTGOMERY

These thoughts keep creeping into my skull anyway -- "Well, at least Cliff'll go first." In my mind, you're linked. And now the last thing I want him to do is die.

CLIFFORD sits again, with difficulty.


CLIFFORD

(singing)

Awfully different without you --

MONTGOMERY

Because in the back of my brain, you're next. And when he goes, there's nothing between you and --

Pause, MONTGOMERY can't bring himself to finish the thought out loud.


ALFONSO

What?

MONTGOMERY

You know what.

CLIFFORD

(singing)

Don't get around much anymore.

MONTGOMERY

It's like dating the picture of Dorian Gray, for God's sake.

ALFONSO

Could we face reality, together, head on, just once?

MONTGOMERY

You want reality? How about, once I'm through with him -- or he's through with me -- once the dying is over -- I'm not sure I'm going to have anything left for you. Do you really want to hear me say things like that?

Pause.


ALFONSO

Only if you mean them.

Pause.


MONTGOMERY holds out open arms to ALFONSO.


MONTGOMERY

Come here. Please?

ALFONSO hesitates, then walks into MONTGOMERY's arms.


They embrace fiercely.


ALFONSO rests his chin on MONTGOMERY's shoulder.


MONTGOMERY gently strokes ALFONSO's hair a moment.


They nuzzle one another, rubbing cheeks and noses cautiously, slowly working their way to a brief tentative kiss.


They look at one another.


MONTGOMERY (continued)

I'm not sure of anything anymore. I just know I love you. And it scares me to death.

ALFONSO

Ditto.

MONTGOMERY

We'll be OK, you know. We will.

ALFONSO

(smiling slightly)

Just you, me, and Clifford.

There is a knock on the door to CLIFFORD's room.


CLIFFORD

Come in, it's open.

MADAME ISADORA enters. She doesn't walk, she floats -- trailing fabric of many colors from all areas of her body.


MONTGOMERY

And then there's the psychic --

CLIFFORD brightens at the sight of the woman.


CLIFFORD

Madame Isadora.

MONTGOMERY

She makes house calls.

MADAME ISADORA walks closer to CLIFFORD, smiling a warm smile.


MADAME ISADORA

Clifford. How are you, my child?

MONTGOMERY

She's legit. I think. Doesn't seem to charge enough to even cover gas money. Still gives me the creeps.

CLIFFORD

If you could just clear my mind --

MONTGOMERY

It's lumped in with all those homeopathic, naturopathic, spiritual, non-Western, non-traditional medicine approaches he's been combining.

MADAME ISADORA

Let me touch your soul, Clifford.



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