LAST PICNIC
A
Play in One Act
by David
Radavich
Characters
Rachel
Jeff
Dale
Carol
Ron Janes
Setting
A
barren place. Sometime in
the future.
(A promontory in the American West is marked
by a derelict, abandoned shell of a building, with a rusted "No Trespassing"
sign out front. RACHEL, a young lady of perhaps 14 or
15, skips on with a picnic basket, followed by JEFF, her father, carrying a blanket. He is early middle-aged, handsome, less
adventure-some.)
RACHEL: Come on!
JEFF: How did you ever
find this place?
RACHEL: I saw it from
the valley. Isn't it great?
JEFF: The sign says "No
Trespassing."
RACHEL: Not over there.
Here. We're not trespassing.
Besides, who's gonna find out?
Don't you love the view?
JEFF: Breathtaking.
(Pause.) I'm out of breath.
RACHEL: Oh, Dad. I hate your puns.
JEFF: No, you don't.
After you're away from me, you'll start feeling nostalgic and
say to yourself, "and most of all, I miss his stupid jokes."
RACHEL: I'm not going
away. Come on. Lay down the blanket.
JEFF: You have to face
facts, Rachel. We won't
be able to see each other as much in the future.
RACHEL (Unpacking items): I want
to get a new family.
JEFF: You're stuck with
your family all your life. Like
it or not.
RACHEL: You and Dale.
Make a new family like I always wanted.
JEFF: Me and Dale?
RACHEL: Sure. Why not?
JEFF: You can't just go
around making up new families.
What would your mother say?
RACHEL: She'd hate it.
But I'm old enough to decide for myself.
JEFF: I don't know.
RACHEL: Hell, yeah.
How's your appetite?
JEFF: Famished.
RACHEL: Good. Perfect day for an outing. Where's Dale?
JEFF: Must be still at
the car.
RACHEL (Yelling): Dale! Hurry up. We're waiting on the drinks.
JEFF: He's not too fond
of this picnic idea.
RACHEL: Why?
JEFF: Thinks it's dangerous—not
good for a growing kid.
RACHEL: I'm not a kid;
I'm an adult.
JEFF: You're progeny—far as we're concerned.
RACHEL: Oh, Dad.
JEFF: And still growing.
I should never have let you talk me into this.
RACHEL: You always use
those stupid words.
JEFF: Builds your vocabulary.
RACHEL: Yeah, sure.
JEFF: Seriously. Don't be too hard on him. He's still getting to know you.
RACHEL: I won't.
JEFF: He's not used to
teenagers. Nobody is.
RACHEL: Give me a break.
JEFF: You're only with
us for two weeks, and I want it to go well.
RACHEL: Dad.
JEFF: What?
RACHEL: I can't be there.
JEFF: Where? (No
answer.) You have to.
RACHEL: Why?
JEFF: She doesn't hate
you. Only me.
RACHEL: We don't get along!
JEFF: You have to try.
Work at it. Like anything else you want.
RACHEL: Fifty weeks a
year?
JEFF: Custody laws.
There's nothing I can do.
RACHEL: You didn't even
fight.
JEFF: I did. You think I had a chance?
RACHEL: No.
JEFF: I couldn't put Dale
through that. Or you.
RACHEL: Yeah.
JEFF: You can come visit.
RACHEL: I can't go back!
JEFF: Look, we'll talk
about this later, okay?
RACHEL: You don't believe
me.
JEFF: I
believe you. I'm—I
don't want you to get false hopes.
Let's make our time together meaningful.
Long as we can.
RACHEL (Glumly): Yeah.
JEFF: I'm lucky to have
you now.
RACHEL: I know.
JEFF: I have to play by
the rules. (Pause.) But hey, we're
losing our picnic.
RACHEL: What's keeping
him? Hey, Dale!
(RACHEL runs off.)
JEFF (Putting out more items): Oooh. That looks good.
(RACHEL
bounces in followed by DALE. He's somewhat older than JEFF, and more nervous.)
RACHEL: He was sitting
in the car.
JEFF: Rachel.
RACHEL: I'll be sweet
as an angel.
DALE (Setting down drinks): This is the stupidest place for a picnic
I've ever seen.
RACHEL: The only place
left in the entire world that isn't full of pesticides and toxic waste.
DALE: Are you sure?
RACHEL: I researched it.
See? No warning signs.
DALE: It says "No
Trespassing."
RACHEL: That just means
it's somebody's property.
JEFF: Dale's right.
Dioxins are bound to be lurking somewhere.
Not a safe place for man nor beast.
RACHEL: Don't be such
a pooper. It's only a
couple hours.
DALE: We'd have done better
to stay home, where the air's at least filtered.
RACHEL: You don't have
this kind of view. Look. Mountains all along the horizon.
JEFF: Somebody told me
once that raising a teenager is like having a disease. You just have to suffer and sweat till
the fever breaks, and then it passes.
If you're lucky, a human being emerges at the other end.
RACHEL: Very funny.
DALE: There could be fire-eating
ants.
RACHEL: You mean fire ants. That's why we have the blanket. You won't get bitten.
DALE: Or scorpions.
RACHEL: Where did you
find this guy?
JEFF: I'm not sure.
(Smiling.) Under a rock?
DALE: Leave me alone.
RACHEL: It'll be fun,
you'll see. The last picnic
on the face of the earth.
JEFF: You don't know that.
DALE (Muttering): My last picnic.
JEFF: There're still some
crazy people left.
RACHEL: Pretty soon everyone'll
be eating out of containers.
DALE (Holding up an item): Plastic all right?
RACHEL: Boxes and
bottles and tubes. Won't
eat any real food, that grows in the ground.
DALE: It's too barren.
RACHEL: Exactly. Nobody'll even know how to eat.
JEFF: I never noticed
you craving nutrition.
RACHEL: Sometimes I do.
JEFF: I'm sure they'll
figure it out. I don't
see people not wanting to eat.
RACHEL: Sure, but out
of straws and little cups.
DALE (Examining the provender):
Where did you get all this?
RACHEL: I made it. And I stole from your refrigerator.
DALE: Wow. (To
JEFF.) Sandwich?
JEFF: You bet. Oh, yum. Cucumber and cream cheese.
RACHEL: Cucumbers are
cool in the summer. They
help you perspire.
JEFF: Where did you learn
that?
RACHEL (Proudly): Read it somewhere.
DALE: They cost a fortune
anymore.
RACHEL: The last one I
could find at the grocery store.
DALE (Handing out cans of soda):
Here you go.
JEFF: Thanks, love.
DALE: Don't call me that.
JEFF: Why not? It's true.
DALE: Not around her.
RACHEL: Doesn't bother
me. I'm cool.
DALE: I'm not used to
it.
RACHEL: You people are
so uptight about these things.
Get a perspective.
JEFF: Rachel.
RACHEL: I s'pose you can't
really help it.
DALE: What?
RACHEL: Your ancient upbringing
and all.
JEFF: And you are the
latest in sophistication, am I right?
RACHEL: I watch Galaxies of Desire. What can I say?
JEFF (To DALE): What can we
say?
DALE (Sullen): I don't know.
JEFF: Don't be like that.
DALE: You told me it wouldn't
be an issue.
JEFF: It's not.
RACHEL (Diversionary): Hey, everybody! I think we should offer a toast.
JEFF: A toast.
RACHEL: Like they do on
TV. To us.
DALE: Us?
RACHEL: A new family.
DALE: Now wait a minute—
JEFF: Just humor her,
okay? She's going through
a rough patch.
DALE: I didn't agree to
anything.
RACHEL: You'll like me
once you get to know me.
DALE: What's going on
here?
JEFF: Sit down, Dale.
We can talk more about this later.
DALE: I'm not marrying
your whole goddamn family, with its petty quarrels and squabbles and
hatreds. I told you that.
RACHEL: We're not squabbling.
JEFF: Calm down. It's just a picnic.
RACHEL: I made you some
brownies. Dad said it's
your favorite.
DALE (Pause): Sorry. I guess I'm just touchy today.
JEFF: I understand.
RACHEL: Really, the world's
changing. Single-parent
families, gay couples, group homes: the family isn't the same. You have to adapt to reality.
DALE: Where does she get
all that?
JEFF: Beats me.
RACHEL: You have to make
your own family these days. Whoever's
around. Create your own
kind of commitment.
DALE: Jesus.
RACHEL: It's true. I read it in a magazine.
JEFF: I bet you did.
DALE: I've lost my appetite.
RACHEL: No, really.
You're on the cutting edge.
You and Dad.
JEFF: Rachel, would you
shut up? I asked you to
be good.
RACHEL: I am.
Talkin' about adult stuff, like you wanted.
JEFF: Why don't you give
us a fairy tale, something cheerful.
DALE: Think I'll take
a walk.
JEFF: Dale—
RACHEL (Chasing after him):
No, come on. Let's explore
the ruins. It used to
be an old folks' home.
DALE: It says "No
Trespassing."
RACHEL: Maybe we could
find some bones.
DALE: That's morbid.
RACHEL: I like scary stuff.
DALE: I bet.
(They exit upstage. JEFF
sighs, tries to collect his thoughts.
After a pause, he begins collecting some of the left-overs. Suddenly, CAROL enters from opposite with RON JANES. Both are dressed
in business attire.)
CAROL: There they are.
JANES: I'm not sure this
is a good idea.
CAROL: We need evidence. (Crossing,
to JEFF.) Where is she?
JEFF: Carol! What are you doing out here?
CAROL: What do you think?
JEFF: You flew clear across
country for a picnic?
CAROL: Don't be silly.
JEFF: Who's this guy?
Your latest flame?
JANES (Awkwardly): I'm Ron Janes. Free-lance investigator.
JEFF: Investigator.
So we're into spying now?
CAROL: I want to make
sure my daughter is being properly cared for.
JEFF: Don't worry. She's taking a walk with Dale. Over there.
CAROL: Oh, my god.
JANES: What?
CAROL: You let her go
out there?
JEFF: Why?
CAROL: I'm sure they dump
garbage and whatever else they want to get rid of. Any kind of abandoned building.
JEFF: It didn't look polluted. So remote.
CAROL: You can be so stupid
sometimes. (To JANES.) Come on.
JEFF: Wait. Where do you think you're going?
CAROL: Leave me alone.
JEFF: This is my time. Within my legal rights.
JANES (To CAROL): You're messing this up.
CAROL: Who pays your bills,
huh? Tell me that.
JEFF: I'll have her at
your doorstep in two weeks.
Completely by the book.
CAROL: Wish I could believe
that.
(RACHEL enters followed by DALE.)
RACHEL: Mom!
CAROL: Oh, my baby.
DALE: Looks like a powwow.
RACHEL: What are you doing
here?
CAROL: Where's your face-mask?
RACHEL: Don't need it
up here. We're having
a picnic. And we got
to explore the surroundings.
DALE (To JEFF): Including some
mysterious drums.
JEFF: Drums?
CAROL: Why do you let
her do these things?!
JEFF: Wasn't my idea.
RACHEL: It's really fun.
Dale's a cool guy, under the surface.
DALE: Oh, god.
CAROL: You know it's not
healthy.
JANES (Sotto voce): Who's he?
CAROL: My husband's lover.
DALE: Look, why don't
you get out of here? You've
seen enough; you've had your little circus for today, and you
can go home.
JEFF: Dale.
CAROL: Not without my
little girl.
RACHEL: Mom, I want to
be here.
JANES: It's not strictly
legal. You know that.
CAROL: I don't care.
DALE: Why is the American
family such a mess?
CAROL: Because of people
like you. Corrupting
our children.
JEFF: Oh, please. You've used that line a little too often.
RACHEL: Nobody believes
that, Mom.
CAROL: Since when? It's true.
JEFF: You just don't want
to face facts.
JANES: We'd better go.
CAROL: Let go of me.
Rachel, I don't want you out here.
RACHEL:
Why not?
CAROL: It's not safe. Who's
knows what kind of people have been here. RACHEL: You're here.
CAROL: Only to find you.
Where you shouldn't be.
JEFF (To DALE): She was spying
on us.
DALE: Spying?
JEFF: How else do they
even know where we are? He's
an investigator.
DALE: Are you serious?
JANES (Hand forward): Ron Janes.
RACHEL:
I don't believe this.
CAROL: I have to look
out for you. I'm responsible.
JEFF: So am I.
RACHEL: Go away.
CAROL: What did you say?
RACHEL: I said, go away.
You're ruining our picnic.
CAROL: Don't talk to me
like that.
JEFF: She's right. I've lost my appetite.
DALE: Would you like a
cucumber sandwich? Rachel
made them.
CAROL: I am your mother.
JANES: Come on. You're upset.
CAROL:
Damn right I'm upset.
After all I did for you.
RACHEL: Oh, brother.
CAROL: Don't turn away
from me!
JEFF: Hey! You can do what you want on your own time,
but this is my time. I won't have you bullying her. It's me you hate, not her.
CAROL (Turning away): I—don't hate you.
JEFF: You must hate somebody.
I've never seen you like this.
CAROL (To RACHEL): You really think I'm wrong?
RACHEL: Yes. I do.
DALE: You can't go crowding
into other people's lives and expect them to like it. CAROL: Keep out of this.
DALE: I'm not the one
interfering.
RACHEL: Mom, I have a
right to see my own dad.
Anytime I want.
CAROL: You don't know
the facts. You're
too young. It's clear they misled you.
JANES: Come on.
JEFF: I didn't mislead
anybody. I tried to
be honest and fair to every side.
JANES (Urging CAROL out): We can talk about this more in the car.
CAROL: Don't try to shift
the blame.
JANES: You're wasting
your time here. And
my time, too.
(Exits with CAROL.)
DALE (Yelling after): She got it from TV. And magazines. Good ol' popular culture.
RACHEL: I hate it when she gets like that.
JEFF: Yeah.
DALE: So much for a nice
picnic in a remote, ant-infested area.
JEFF: Like Rachel said,
I'm sure it will be our last.
RACHEL: Why can't people
let things be?
JEFF: There's too much
at stake.
RACHEL: What?
JEFF: You, kiddo. Our pride and joy.
RACHEL: God.
DALE:
Whew. I feel wrung out.
RACHEL: What about me?
A volleyball passed from side to side.
JEFF: Welcome to life,
hon. Where you get tossed
to and fro every day. RACHEL: I'm not ready.
JEFF: Glad you finally
admitted that.
DALE: I wonder what this
place used to be like, before civilization.
RACHEL: You mean, under
the Indians?
DALE: Something like that.
RACHEL:
Peaceful. Living with nature.
DALE: Dressed up in war
bonnets and scalping people.
RACHEL: Hey, that's just
propaganda put out by the Western media.
JEFF: You have been watching TV.
RACHEL: Our ideas about
Native Americans are totally distorted.
JEFF: I'm sure they are.
DALE: But that's long
gone. A few centuries
ago.
RACHEL: Sometimes I wish
I were a bird, so I could soar over a cliff.
DALE: Me too.
RACHEL: Seriously?
DALE: So I could swoop
down on people I don't like.
RACHEL: Oh, Dale. (Socking
him.)
DALE:
Ow!
RACHEL: That didn't hurt.
DALE: Leash your daughter.
JEFF (Still thoughtful): Can I get anybody anything?
DALE:
Yeah, a face-lift.
RACHEL: You're not that
old.
JEFF: He's joking.
RACHEL: I could use another
coke.
JEFF: Bad for your teeth.
DALE: I could use a drink.
RACHEL: I'm thirsty!
DALE: Uh-oh.
JEFF: What?
DALE: Here she comes again. Can't get enough of
us.
RACHEL: Jeez.
JANES (From off-stage): Carol! Come back.
(CAROL
enters in a huff. Everyone acts nonchalant.)
CAROL:
And don't pretend you're a real family.
DALE: Who's pretending?
RACHEL: Mom, you're losing it.
CAROL: I don't want to hear. (Pause.)
I'm not being unreasonable.
JEFF: Is that all?
CAROL: No. (To RACHEL.)
When am I going to see you?
JEFF: First thing on the fifteenth. At your doorstep.
Now, go home and put your feet up, stick an ice-pack on your head.
RACHEL: Not necessarily.
CAROL:
I don't trust you.
DALE: We're really monsters
in disguise. We just
look like human beings. JEFF: Dale.
CAROL: They'll try to
mislead you.
JEFF: Will you can that
line?! I'm sick of it. She'll be there. Go away.
RACHEL (Quietly): Mom.
CAROL: What?
RACHEL: I don't what to
go back.
CAROL: Where?
RACHEL: With you. Not for a while.
CAROL: You put her up
to this.
JEFF: I did not!
DALE: Where are you planning
to stay?
JEFF: Shhh. (Under-breath.) We'll talk about this later.
CAROL: Good question.
Have you thought about that?
RACHEL: I can't think
right now. Everyone's
pressuring me.
JEFF: Leave her alone.
CAROL: You turned her
against me!
JEFF: She's old enough
to decide for herself.
CAROL: She doesn't know
her own mind.
RACHEL: I do so! You weren't going to even let me come here.
DALE: She's got her head
screwed on pretty straight.
RACHEL: Thank you.
CAROL: You signed the
papers in court!
JEFF: I sure did.
RACHEL: Mom, you can't
force me to do what I don't want.
I'm not a doll.
CAROL: You don't know
what's in your best interest.
RACHEL: I know better
than you.
DALE: Whoo.
CAROL: What are you saying?
RACHEL: I'm glad you and Dad got divorced.
CAROL: And it's all my
fault. Is that what
you think?
RACHEL: Mom, I saw you
two fight. It's not
healthy. Long before Dale came along.
CAROL: I don't understand
what I did to turn you against me.
RACHEL: You're pushing
too hard. Let me be.
CAROL: You're not as old
as you think you are.
JEFF: That's my line.
CAROL: Not mature yet
in your judgment.
RACHEL: I have to struggle
in my own way.
CAROL: Jesus. This is a nightmare. I never should have come.
JEFF: Say that again.
DALE (Pause): These brownies are real tasty.
JEFF: Dale.
DALE: Sorry.
CAROL: I guess I'd better
go.
RACHEL: I'll call you.
CAROL: When?
RACHEL: I don't know.
Sometime.
JEFF: We'll work something
out.
CAROL: Don't try to influence
her.
JEFF: Are you kidding?
Her head's as thick as lead—like yours.
DALE: In my experience,
teenagers know everything.
RACHEL: Aren't you cute?
CAROL: Rachel?
RACHEL: Yes?
CAROL: Don't hate me.
RACHEL: I won't. I'm—catching my breath.
CAROL: You know where
to reach me.
(Pause, then exits.)
DALE: Whew. Heavy stuff.
JEFF: Now you know what
you missed without kids.
DALE: Tell me about it.
I couldn't face having offspring: they'd turn out like me.
RACHEL: I guess I was
wrong.
JEFF: Why?
RACHEL: I should have
talked with her about it before.
JEFF: Why didn't you?
RACHEL: I was scared.
I didn't think she would be rational.
DALE: Good thinking.
JEFF: Can't you be serious?!
DALE: Sorry, it grates
on my constitution.
JEFF: Try to be helpful
for once.
DALE: Have you thought
about where you're going to put all her stuff?
JEFF: I don't know yet.
The spare bedroom, maybe.
DALE: My computer's in
there.
JEFF: You can move it.
DALE: You ought to at
least consult me. Not
just assume I'd like having an extra person
around.
RACHEL: I don't want to
be a problem.
JEFF: You're not a problem.
DALE: We have to discuss
these things. All the
sudden I'm a family man?
JEFF: Not for that long.
DALE: At least give me
nine months.
RACHEL: God. It all seems so chaotic.
JEFF: What?
RACHEL: People. How they live together. Or don't live together. How they get along.
DALE: It's pretty confusing.
RACHEL: I don't understand.
JEFF: Maybe we're not
supposed to.
DALE: I gave up trying.
Bad for the digestion.
RACHEL (Pause): You know, I kinda like it out here. 99% of the world doesn't give this place
a second thought. Everybody's
wasteland.
DALE: Some nice homes
in the valley.
RACHEL: They never come
up here. Just look at
it through a haze.
JEFF: Except lovers.
And schoolgirls.
DALE: And snakes.
RACHEL: Who knows how
much longer that building will even be standing.
JEFF: Since when did you
become a philosopher?
RACHEL: I just wonder
sometimes. So many people
without homes, and these buildings all empty.
It doesn't make sense.
JEFF: No, it doesn't.
DALE: Human greed.
RACHEL: How much longer
you think we'll be around?
JEFF: Who?
RACHEL: Human beings.
JEFF: I don't know.
Not too much longer, I shouldn't think.
DALE: We'll either poison
or kill each other.
JEFF: Huddled together
in caves.
DALE: All that will be
left is our débris.
RACHEL: You guys are depressing!
JEFF: You brought it up.
DALE: The future of mankind
is not a cheerful subject.
RACHEL: Come on.
JEFF: What?
RACHEL: Let's go look
over the ridge.
JEFF: Why?
RACHEL: To see what we
can see. I'm tired discussing.
DALE: Wait! You're going out there, you're putting
on your face-mask, young lady.
JEFF: He's right. Gotta play it safe.
RACHEL: Oh, god. I can see it now. The wave of the future.
DALE: Damn right. Long as I'm in the picture.
JEFF: Here you go.
(They put on the face-masks.)
DALE: I'll clean up.
RACHEL: Come on.
(RACHEL leads JEFF upstage, into the distance.)
DALE: Don't stay out too
long!
(Pause; then he begins to collect their belongings.)
FINIS
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