a modern marriage
By Terrik Kobryn
Cast Of Characters
Jules: A woman in her mid thirties.
She is dressed in a cocktail
Roman: A man in his mid thirties.
He is dressed in a suit with
his blazer taken off.
The kitchen and dining room of an apartment.
On stage is two rooms with a wall intersecting them. The first room is a dining room with a table set that sits in the middle and a door on both sides of the room. The door on the left leads offstage and the door on the right leads to the second room. The second room is a kitchen where a counter stretches across it facing the audience with a doorway dividing it. On the counter sits a coffee maker and a coffee cup. Above the counter are cabinets. On the wall on left side of the kitchen is a sink facing sideways from the audience.
Jules is leaning back in her chair at the dining room table facing left stage while holding on to her wine glass which is still placed on the table.
(Roman enters through the doorway in between counters.)
(Jules sits upright)
(Jules speaks to Roman without turning around to face him)
There's coffee if you want some.
(Roman ignores her and begins looking in cabinets.)
The creamer is in the fridge.
(Roman keeps searching the cabinets until he finds the dish soap.)
The dishes are clean.
(Roman begins pouring it in the sink while still ignoring Jules.)
God dammit Roman can you just please talk to me?! Anything! Say anything to me! Call me a bitch, tell me you hate me! Anything! Say something cause i can't keep going on like this. It's been a week since youve said anything to me. You won't talk to me, you barely look at me and when you do look at me like i'm nothing. I'm sick of it!
(Roman begins to wash something vigorously in the sink.)
(Jules stands up and begins to walk into the kitchen but stops at the doorway where she stands in between rooms.)
Something is wrong. This isn't how married people are supposed to treat each other. I try and try but all you do is sit at your desk and write. Bad Roman. This is so bad. I just want us to work this out but your so distant. If we can't… if we can't work this out i think we should….
(Jules enters the kitchen.)
I think we should get divorced!
(Roman stops washing.)
We need to talk. Please have a cup of coffee.
(Roman dries his hands on his pants still facing away from Jules and pours a cup of coffee, takes a big swallow and makes a grimace.)
(Roman turns around violently.)
This is shit Jules! This is fucking shit! All you need is water and coffee grounds! Two ingredients that should go together and you fuck it up!
(Jules begins to cry while at the same time trying to contain herself.)
You used to make such good coffee… .
(Roman begins to tear up.)
But now it's all fucked up and it's your fault!
(Roman throws the cup down having it shatter on the ground)
(Jules steps back frightened but then attempts to get a towel to clean up the glass and coffee but is blocked by Roman.)
No! No! No! No! You leave it. You let it stay broken dammit! It doesn't come close to the mess you made in this kitchen!
(Jules pauses in shock.)
Oh. You didn't think i knew? You didn't think I knew you fucked him. In our bed. On our couch. In this fucking kitchen!
(Roman approaches her.)
The bed where we consummated our marriage.
(Jules begins to back up but Roman continues slowly.)
The couch where we laughed and cried at all our favorite movies!
(Roman begins to cry again.)
The kitchen where we spent hours cooking for our relatives and burned the turkey.
Roman i'm so sorry.
You're sorry?! Is sorry gonna un-fuck you? Are sani-wipes gonna take away the fact his ass was on this counter? No you keep your sorry. I loved you. I did everything for you and you fuck him. Well don't bother getting dolled up tonight you whore. Loverboy ain't around.
What do you mean.
(Roman walks aggressively over to the sink, picks up a still bloody knife and smiles at Jules.)
Roman, my god, what did you do?! What did you do?!
Me? I didn't do anything. He did.
(Roman carelessly twirls the knife around)
A man was found with slit wrists in the bedroom of his new york city apartment this morning.
(Roman angrily points the knife at Jules)
Shut up slut!
(Roman rapidly changes from angry to calm)
Now where was I? Oh yes! Officials on the scene say that a suicide note was found pinned to the fridge.
(Jules starts bawling and leaves the kitchen for the dining room and sits down in her previous seat.)
(Roman stays in the kitchen beginning to shout.)
The note spoke of a torrid love affair that broke him mentally and lead to his eventual suicide!
(Roman walks into the living room and sticks the knife in the table then looms over Jules, beginning to act giddy.)
(Jules sits with her head in her palms.)
Pretty good eh? A week's worth of practicing and i'm still worried my handwriting isn't identical. Well what are you going to do? I couldn't even be worried if i tried. He’s gone! He’s gone! He’s gone! He’s gone!
(Jules is sitting with her hands still in her palms.)
What's wrong? Cheer up! Don't you see? Now we have the rest of our lives to live together!
(Jules takes her face from her palms to reveal she is not crying but laughing hysterically.She laughs as she stands up to face Roman.)
(Roman stumbles back dizzy.)
What? What's so goddamn funny?
(Roman snaps and grabs jules by the shoulders violently while panting.)
What are you laughing at!?
You think we have the rest of our lives together? We have about five more minutes at most.
What are you talking about?
Four years and how many times have I ever made coffee? I don't even drink coffee!
Jules what are you talking about?!
The coffee Roman! The coffee!
(Roman turns his head to the kitchen to look at the coffee and Jules escapes his grasp and runs to the front door.)
(Roman tries to grab Jules but feeling weak he misses and falls to his knees.)
(Jules opens the front door but before leaving stands in the doorway.)
(Jules leaves and slams the door behind her.)
(Roman crawls slowly towards the kitchen and when he reaches it he goes limp next to the broken coffee cup.)
(END OF PLAY)