Sc. 19 THE DINING ROOM

Richard enters.  Fatigue has settled as black pockets
beneath his eyes.

JOYCE

slowly looks to Richard, and with each succeeding shot of
both of them, her eyes grow disapprovingly.

                        JOYCE

              Look at you!

Joyce slaps him across the face.

A brilliant white flash:  Image of Young Leonard on top of
Young Richard – both boys struggling to reach something
that is out of frame.  The large red ball is near.
 
Richard recovers from the blow.

                        RICHARD

              I can't do this anymore.  I

              can't be what you want me to

be.  I tried!  You know I

have!    

Joyce shoves him.

                        JOYCE

              No you haven't!  You get

              a grip or I'll –

                        RICHARD

              What?!  You'll do what?!

Joyce grabs a broom and strikes Richard.  She pronounces
each word upon impact.

                        JOYCE

              I - won’t – let - you –

screw – things - up!

Richard cradles his head.


                        JOYCE (Cont.)

              You can't let him get

away with it.  You've got 

to take him out before

it's too late!

          RICHARD

It is too late!

          JOYCE

No – No it's not.  You

can still do it.  End it,

Richard!  End it now!

          RICHARD

No!

Joyce attempts a tender gesture.

          JOYCE

Now, now, honey.  You

know I love you.  You're

Mommy's perfect little

boy.

Richard begins to sob. 

                        JOYCE (Cont.)

              You don't want Leonard

              to hurt me?  Do you?

                        RICHARD

              No.

                        JOYCE

And when you do it, it

will only be you and me. 

Like it should've been

in the first place.

                        RICHARD

              You let him bully me!  You

              never stopped him.  When

              we were little, he hurt me.

              He hurt me real bad and

              you looked the other way!


Richard pulls himself up, using the table as a crutch.

                        RICHARD (Cont.)

              He sucked the life right

              out of me!  And what did

you do?  You put me in

that room! 

So, if I were your perfect

little boy, why did you

do that?!

          JOYCE

I don't know what you're

talking about.

                        RICHARD

              The room!  The room, Mom!

              Why did you put me in

              that room?!

She swings the broom at him, and Richard grabs it mid-air. 

                        RICHARD (Cont.)

I'm still there!

         

Joyce looks at him with bewilderment.

                        RICHARD (Cont.)

                        (Whispering)

              . . . I never left.         

Richard runs into the darkness of the house.

Joyce remains still.  She's torn by conflicting emotions,
then by anger.  She proceeds after him with broom in hand.

                        JOYCE

              Stupid boy.