Scene 1
Psychiatrist's office. Burt is on couch. Psychiatrist is in a chair behind a desk.
BURT
I never know how to start this.
(pause)
Can you help me?
(pause)
I guess it all started when I was little. When my dad died, my mother remarried. She was always working. Why does it all go back to this? I guess it has to. I hated it when she was gone.
PSYCHIATRIST
What did you do when your mother was away at work?
BURT
Well, when my father was still alive, she didn't work as much. One of them was always home with me. Then... when he died...
PSYCHIATRIST
She had to work harder to support you on her own.
BURT
It was more than that. It was almost like she couldn't stand to look at me anymore. I reminded her too much... Well, none of that changed when she got married. Tim -- my step-dad -- was home much more than she was.
PSYCHIATRIST
How is your relationship with your step-father? You never mention him, besides for in passing.
BURT
He and I never got along... I was such a day-dreamer. He was constantly annoyed that he had to raise a little kid that wasn't his. But he was in love with my mother. When you love someone, you put up with just about anything to make them happy.
(pause)
When you love someone, you put up with anything. Some nights, I can almost still see his face. His angry, hateful face.
(pause)
My mom never knew... how could she?
(pause)
Time's up.
PSYCHIATRIST
I think we made some good headways this week. Make sure to see Sheila on your way out to make next week's appointment.
BURT
I will. Thank you.
(exit)
Scene 2
Playground. Bobby is filling buckets with sand. Burt enters and sits on a park bench, reading. Finally he speaks.
BURT
Hello.
BOBBY
Hey.
BURT
I bet you track a lot of sand home that way. Are you playing alone?
BOBBY
I like playing alone.
BURT
Yeah, me too. Are you here with your parents?
BOBBY
Mom's at work.
BURT
And your dad?
BOBBY
He died.
BURT
I'm sorry to hear that. My dad died when I was little, too.
BOBBY
I'm not little.
BURT
No, no... you're quite grown-up. When my dad died, my mom had to start working two jobs. She was never around anymore.
BOBBY
My mom's gonna start a second job when I go to school in the fall. I'll be in second grade.
BURT
You're older than I thought. You still play in the sand.
BOBBY
Yeah.
BURT
Don't kids make fun of you?
BOBBY
Everyone plays in the sand at my age. Anyways, my mom says I shouldn't worry about what other people think.
BURT
That's smart advice.
BOBBY
She also says I shouldn't talk to strangers.
BURT
That's smart, too. It was nice meeting you.
(Burt exits)
BOBBY
Later.
Scene 3
Psychiatrist's office. Same as scene 1.
BURT
I never know how to start these.
PSYCHIATRIST
Last week we were talking about your step-father.
BURT
Did I tell you he used to hit me? Just ball up his fists and have a go on my face until my nose ran blood. We told people I was clumsy.
PSYCHIATRIST
Did your mother ever see any of this?
BURT
No. Because it never happened.
PSYCHIATRIST
I don't undertand.
BURT
Tim never hit me. He couldn't. No... that would have left a bruise. A cut or mark. Some evidence. He couldn't do that. No... he'd just...
(pause)
It doesn't matter anymore. There's nothing I can do to change it now. No way to go back and make it right. So I might as well forget it ever happened, right, doc?
(pause)
So why can't I get his angry face out of my head? I've met a boy in the park. He reminds me of myself as a child.
PSYCHIATRIST
Who is he?
BURT
Just some kid. I didn't even ask him his name. He was just sitting there... all alone, like how I used-to play. There are a lot of lonely children of single mothers out there.
PSYCHIATRIST
Yours didn't stay single.
BURT
Yeah, but... It doesn't matter. I mean... there are a lot of kids that don't see their parents. A lot that could use a positive adult role-model.
PSYCHIATRIST
And you think you can be one, for this kid.
BURT
I could try.
PSYCHIATRIST
I think that's dangerous, Burt. Maybe not so much for the kid as it is for you. You're emotionally vulnerable with feelings of abandonment. I don't think you could handle it if he rejected you.
BURT
I think you're wrong.
PSYCHIATRIST
If you start to project your own insecurities onto this boy, you'll start seeing things that aren't there. You'll think he's in the same situation you were in.
BURT
And what if he is?
PSYCHIATRIST
Just don't get too attached to him. He's not your responsibility. You don't need to save him.
BURT
You want to know what my step-father did to me? He locked me in a very dark closet every day after school for a great many years. I was ten and very pale. Kids made fun of me at school because I was so scrawny. Home was supposed to be my haven from torment. Instead, I dreaded going home to him and his drinking. And Mother was never around. She never knew. What could she have done, anyways?
PSYCHIATRIST
You didn't tell her?
BURT
How could I? How could I tell her what he did? I didn't even admit it to myself. The humiliation. He'd call me a dog and hose me off in the yard and I'd stand in the closet, dripping wet, with no room to even sit down. I could understand being hit, but the mindgames... the touching... But what does it matter now? He's old and harmless. A little senile, even. What does it matter, to anyone? It's best to forgive the past.
PSYCHIATRIST
Well, I see that our time is up. Don't forget to make an appointment for next week.
BURT
I won't. Thank you.
Scene 4
Playground.
BURT
Hi.
BOBBY
Hi.
BURT
Nice to see you again. My name's Burt.
BOBBY
Bobby.
BURT
Nice to meet you, Robert. Playing in the sand again, I see.
BOBBY
Yep.
BURT
Looks like fun.
BOBBY
Yep.
BURT
Can I play?
BOBBY
Grown-ups don't play in the sand.
BURT
Sure they do. Don't you ever see them on the beach? They're always in the sand.
BOBBY
I guess. So, you're playing, then?
BURT
Yep.
(gets into sandbox and starts playing)
So, your mom's at work again today?
BOBBY
Yep.
BURT
And you're out here alone.
BOBBY
No. You're here.
BURT
I mean, supervision. There's nobody watching you? Does your mom even know where you are durring the day?
BOBBY
She calls around noon. I'm usually home then, so she doesn't worry. But after that, I don't have to worry until five. What about you? Don't grown-ups usually work at this time of the day?
BURT
No, I work a late shift. Security. I like to have the day open. I can't sleep when it's dark, anyways.
BOBBY
Do you carry a gun?
BURT
No. But I'm fully trained in hand-to-hand techniques and know several one-handed holds so I can call for back-up.
BOBBY
But you don't get to shoot anybody.
BURT
No, but I can disarm a man just by talking to him.
BOBBY
So, he could have a gun, but you can't.
BURT
I have one at home. But it's only for target practice, not defense.
(pause)
It's been a long time since I played in a sandbox.
BOBBY
Can I see it?
BURT
What?
BOBBY
Your gun.
BURT
We'll see. I'm not going to bring it to the playground.
BOBBY
I could...
BURT
I don't think your mom would be ok with you coming home with me to play with a gun.
BOBBY
She doesn't have to know.
BURT
You shouldn't keep secrets from your mother.
BOBBY
Ok, ok. But... if I get permission?
BURT
Anyways, you'd get sand in it, Sand Man.
BOBBY
I don't always have sand on my hands. Or in my shoes.
BURT
Yeah? What else do you do?
BOBBY
I swim.
BURT
You know, when I was a kid, I loved to swim. But I never had anyone to bring me to the beach. Do you want to go sometime?
BOBBY
Ok. Let's go.
(gets up)
BURT
You'll have to ask your mother.
BOBBY
Ok, ok. I'll call her and grab my stuff. Meet me back here in an hour.
(he runs off)
Scene 5
Psychiatrist's office
BURT
I saw the kid again. His name is Bobby.
PSYCHIATRIST
What happened?
BURT
We played in the sandbox. Then I brouoght him to the beach.
PSYCHIATRIST
Are you sure that's wise?
BURT
It's alright. He got permission. Anyways, we had fun. He said he hadn't been to the beach all summer. I hadn't, either.
PSYCHIATRIST
We should talk about your step-father. I think we were making real progress with that.
BURT
There's nothing more to say. I forgot how good it feels to swim like that.
PSYCHIATRIST
What's his mother like? Is she happy to know her son has a new friend?
BURT
What?
PSYCHIATRIST
You have to be really careful about these things, Robert. No sneaking around behind her back. The next time you're in here, you need to bring her phone number. Otherwise you should stop this right now. Understand?
BURT
Ok. You won't hear any more about it.
(pause)
You know what really bothered me when I was a kid? Nobody cared. Nobody even bothered. My youth was wasted and nobody noticed. That's the real tragedy. I craved the attention I got. That's right, I wanted it.
(pause)
I didn't want what he did to me. But I wanted him to notice me. And some attention is better than none.
(pause)
I have to go.
PSYCHIATRIST
But you've barely started.
BURT
Yes, but I know how to make it alright.
(exits)
Scene 6
Burt's apartment.
BURT
Make yourself comfortable. Well, this is my place. Are you sure your mother said it was ok?
BOBBY
I told you.
BURT
You did. And I trust that I can count on you. You're a very lonely boy, aren't you?
BOBBY
Hey, Burt? Where should I put my shoes?
BURT
By the door. Want some lunch? I've got peanut butter... no bread. I could make macaroni and cheese... if I had a clean pot. I'll wash one. You can watch some tv, if you like.
BOBBY
Need any help?
BURT
You want to help me cook?
BOBBY
I can make macaroni and cheese. It's not hard.
(Bobby takes over)
BURT
You're truely amazing. What should I do while you're making lunch?
BOBBY
Tell me about your job. Where you don't get to carry a gun.
BURT
It's not very interesting.
BOBBY
Have you ever been shot at?
BURT
It's not like I'm a cop. There was this time... a guy came at me with a knife...
(lifts his shirt to show a scar)
I had to get thirteen stitches. You know, after they shoved my organs back in.
(drops shirt)
But I broke his wrist, so we're even.
BOBBY
Can you teach me how to do that?
BURT
It's a very advanced technique... consisting of a quick stomp to the wrist so he'd drop the knife. But if it had been a gun... well, the best thing to do is run, 'cause it's harder to hit a moving target.
BOBBY
But you target practice.
BURT
I do. Would you like to hold my gun? I'll teach you how to shoot, if it's alright with your mom. Tommorrow morning.
Scene 7
Burt's appartment
BURT
(on phone)
Yes, I'm sorry, I won't be able to make it in today.... No.... Yes, he's here.
Listen, I know how to fix it... Yes. You see, my step-father never laid a hand on me.
Why? Because I don't have a step-father.
I don't know if my mother remarried. I was raised by someone else.
Me.
I've got to go... Yes, I know. You'll have to do what you'll have to do. I don't remember much about my childhood, but I think we traveled around a lot. Goodbye, doctor.
(hangs up phone)
I'll be happier this way, anyways.
(calling out)
Robert!
BOBBY
Yes, Robert?
BURT
Are you ready to go?
BOBBY
Where are we going today?
BURT
Somewhere special. One of our favorite spots.
BOBBY
Home?
BURT
No. We never liked home.
BOBBY
What about Mommy?
BURT
We're not going to see her anymore.
BOBBY
What about the second grade?
BURT
We don't like elementary school. We don't want those memories anymore.
BOBBY
I want to go home.
(shoots Burt. He dies)
Scene 8
Psychiatrist's office
BURT
I never know how to start this.
(pause)
Can you help me?
(pause)
I guess it all started when I was little. When my dad died, my mother had to work more. She was always working. Why does it all go back to this? I guess it has to. I hated it when she was gone. I met this man, and we became friends. He was the role model I needed. But then he tried to kidnap me and I shot him and he died. The thing is, when I look in the mirror, I see his face.
[END]