Happy Ending


The following is a play I wrote for my Introduction to Theatre class. It is a little graphic and there is profanity, so if you’re not comfortable with it then I suggest you don’t read it. It is a sensitive topic for some, so read with caution. However, I assure you…it’s not the worst thing you’ll ever read, and those who have read it and seen it performed enjoyed it.

The scene is set in modern day Vale, Colorado. It’s mid-summer, later in the evening on a Saturday, so the weather is perfect for being outside without a jacket or long sleeves. The city is full of people, but not too crowded, and the air is crisp with a touch of humidity. It is the perfect summer night.
The curtain opens to a couple who have just left a restaurant where they intended to have dinner, but the female (Sylvia) was feeling rather drained and didn’t have much of an appetite. She and her date (Austin) agreed to go to his place to watch some movies and drink some wine. The valet brings the car around, and Sylvia is ushered into the car by Austin, who then tips the valet and gets in the car.

Sylvia
Thank you for being so understanding.

Austin
Really, it’s no trouble. As long as I get to be with you, I’m happy.
(He takes her hand, kisses it, then rests their hands on her leg.)

Sylvia
I feel the same way. I enjoy our time together and I look forward to the time we share.
(He glances at her, smiling.)
I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I feel a connection with you that I’ve never felt before.

Austin
(He slips his hand onto her thigh, and gently squeezes it.)
Mmm, I do too. It’s like we were meant to be together, do you agree?

Sylvia
Perhaps, but why don’t we just see where this goes, okay?

Austin
Sounds good to me.
(He turned the radio on to a channel that played slow, smooth jazzy music. It was the kind he used to entice woman to sleep with him.)
Do you like jazz?

Sylvia
It’s not my favorite, but I don’t hate it either. Although, this does sound pretty nice…relaxing and smooth.

Austin
That’s the idea. It’s to help you get in the mood, ya know?

Sylvia
(Sounding slightly annoyed)
Oh? And what mood would that be?

Austin
The mood for comfort, relaxation and pleasure.
(His hand began to slide up her thigh, under her skirt.)

Sylvia
(Squirming at the feel of his hand)
I’m not sure we’re there yet. I mean, this is only our second date.

Austin
Yeah, so. We both want it, so why wait?

Sylvia
Well, I’d like to know a bit more about you and I need to feel the chemistry…I don’t feel it yet.

Austin
What do you mean? You said you felt a connection like you’ve never felt before.

Sylvia
Well yeah, but I just don’t feel that yet.

Austin
Oh, okay, then. Well, what do you want to know?

They stopped at a red light and he looked into her eyes. She could feel her insides begin to melt and suddenly his hand was at the very top of her thigh…barely touching the edge of her panties.

Sylvia
Well, what do your parents do for a living?

He turned to face the light again and took off as soon as it turned green. The thought of his parents angered him.

Austin
They’re dead.

Sylvia
I’m so sorry to hear that.
(She turned to look at him and saw the anger in his eyes.)

Austin
Don’t be sorry, you didn’t kill them. They did it to themselves and left me to clean up the mess.
(The car fell silent except for the sounds of a cool jazzy saxophone heard over the radio. Sylvia slowly reached over to turn up the volume in an attempt to help him relax. After a few moments, the tension seemingly began to dissipate.)
Ya know, I never did ask what you do for a living.

Sylvia
Well, actually, I’m a writer.

Austin
What do you write?
(His hand squeezed her thigh and he began rubbing his pinky finger along the edge of her panties.)

Sylvia
Fiction.
(She didn’t want to say any more, because she didn’t want to lead him on. He already had the wrong idea of how this night would go, and she was determined to change that…she just wasn’t sure how.)

Austin
What kind of fiction?

Sylvia
Well, I’m working on a novel about a girl who kills the man who attempts to rape her, but I’m having a hard time with the ending.
(His hand slides back down to her knee.)

Austin
Sounds like some story.

Sylvia
Yeah, it is, and the research keeps getting more and more interesting as I write.

Austin
Am I research?

Sylvia
No, you’re fun…for now anyway.
(She winked at him to ease the tension that had begun to surface again and his hand went back up her thigh.)
Where did you say you live again?

Austin
On the outskirts of town. It’s got a nice yard and about twenty acres of land surrounding the house.

Sylvia
Sounds nice. Any neighbors?

Austin
No, not really.

Sylvia
How far is it?

Austin
Only about fifteen minutes or so. It’s really nice, you’ll like it. I promise.

Sylvia
How do you know I’ll like it?

Austin
Trust me, you’ll love it.
(He glanced at her and winked, making her feel a bit more at ease.)

Sylvia
If you say so.
(She took his hand in hers, because she needed to think without his hand so close to a place that made her lose her mind.)

Austin
Are you okay?

Sylvia
I’m fine, why?

Austin
Just making sure. Were you uncomfortable with my hand there?

Sylvia
I don’t know, I just couldn’t think with it there.

Austin
What’s there to think about? This is a no-brainer if you ask me.

Sylvia
That’s the problem though. This has never happened to me before—getting a hot, rich guy to even glance my way, let alone take me to his house. It’s a bit nerve-wracking if you ask me.

Austin
(He pulled their hands to his lips and he sweetly caressed the back of her hand and fingers with his lips.)
Trust me, my dear, you have nothing to worry about.

Sylvia
What do you do for a living? I mean, how are you only twenty-eight years old, and so fucking rich? This car costs more than I’ve made int he past three years alone.

Austin
Ha ha, well, let’s just say that I’ve made some smart investments, saved a bunch, and found a profession that supports my lifestyle while paying me a large amount of money, and gives me some time off.

Sylvia
Wow, that’s vague. For all I know, you could be part of the mafia or some other illegal profession.

Austin
I assure you, everything I do is one hundred percent legal.

Sylvia
Then why can’t you tell me what you do?

Austin
Honestly, because very few people know. My job is highly confidential, and only those who I trust know what I do…and that’s only because my job can get dangerous.

Sylvia
Oh. Military?

Austin
No.
(He put his hand back on her thigh and began caressing the edge of her panties—his finger creeping in and out, here and there, hoping for a reaction.)

Sylvia
If all you want is sex, you could have just said so right off the bat.

Austin
Is that what you want?

Sylvia
I…I don’t know yet. This is kind of a lot to take in, ya know?

Austin
Well, how about you just sit back and relax. We’re almost there, and then we can see where the night takes us.

Sylvia
Will you keep your hand out of my panties in the mean time?

Austin
Hmm, I can’t promise you that. You see, your body is doing things to me that I can’t control, and touching you is the only way I can remain calm enough to drive.

Sylvia
That’s a load of bull.

Austin
You think I’m lying? See for yourself. He has been standing at attention since I picked you up this evening.

Sylvia
No, I’m not going to do that, you’re driving.
(Taking his hand off of her thigh, he grabbed her left hand and placed it on his erection.)

Austin
See, not lying…unless you think it works like Pinocchio’s nose.

Sylvia
(Excited by what she felt, she was hesitant to remove her hand. She was still unsure where she wanted the night to go and this wasn’t helping.)
Ha ha, well, I did feel some growth.

Austin
I told you I wasn’t lying.
(He returned his hand to where it came from, this time a bit more brazenly by entering his fingers further into her panties.)

Sylvia
What are you doing? I told you I wasn’t sure what I wanted.

Austin
Well, you haven’t removed your hand from my cock, so I assume what we’re doing now is okay.

Sylvia
How about you go back to what you were doing before. You’re a bit too close to my vagina for my comfort.

Austin
Okay, but I guarantee you’ll want it as soon as it’s gone.

Sylvia
No, I won’t. I don’t want you to think that something more is going to happen. I can assure you, it’s not.
(She removed her hand from his erection and moved his hand closer to her knee.)

Austin
Why did you do that?

Sylvia
Because I’m not comfortable anymore. Take me home please.

He pulled over to the side of the road, took his seatbelt off and turned to face her.

Austin
I promise you, we’ll only go as far as you want, but I assure you, you’ll want to go all the way.

Sylvia
No, I don’t. Take me home, now, please.

Austin
Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. Your little pussy got wet as soon as you touched me, and you know it. You want me, you’re just nervous…there’s nothing to be nervous about.

Sylvia
I’m not nervous, now take me home, please.

Austin
I’m going to take you somewhere, but it won’t be home.

He quickly reached over and grabbed her by the arms. Swiftly, he pushed her into the back seat. It happened so fast, that she didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t really have much time to react or try to stop him.

Sylvia
What are you doing? Get off of me!

Austin
I’m giving you what you want, baby. Now, open your legs like a good girl, so I can get it in.

Sylvia
GET OFF OF ME!!!
She struggled to break out of his grip, but he was too strong. His left hand held both of her wrists, while his right hand worked his pants. His body weight and the tight confines of the backseat fave her little room to move.

Austin
You’re not going anywhere, bitch. No one says no to me.

Sylvia
Like hell!
(She spat in his face which only angered him even more. She could feel his legs between hers, pushing them apart. He ripped her panties off and in that moment, she found her strength.)
Get the fuck off of me you coward!
(She saw and felt that her resistance only excited him more, so she decided to change her tactic.)

Austin
Not until you give me what I want.

Sylvia
Okay, I’ll give you what you want.

Austin
Yeah?

Sylvia
Yes, you’re right. Why fight it? I want you. Right here, right now.

Austin
See, I knew you’d come to your senses.

Sylvia
Only I’d like to do something first.

Austin
Oh, yeah? What’s that?

Sylvia
Well, you’ve been so nice to me, I thought I’d take care of you first.

Austin
Now we’re talking.
(He let go of her hands and they rearranged themselves to accommodate her servicing him.)
Yeah, that feels good, baby.

Sylvia
Shall I keep going?

Austin
Yeah, don’t stop. Mmmm…

Sylvia
Oh, I won’t.

The screams could have been heard for miles, and blood covered her face and the while leather interior of the car. She sat there, and watched as the blood poured out—his face changing color, first red with anger and pain, then white with shock and fear, until all of the color left him and he stopped moving.

Sylvia
Huh, I guess I just figured out the ending to my book.

Then she wiped her mouth with her arm, got in the driver’s seat, and drove away.

Jeremy
Sylvia, wake up…wake up, you’re dreaming.

He shakes her vigorously, in an attempt to wake her up.

Sylvia
(Sweating and breathing hard, she wakes from her dream, and sits up in a panic)
What? What? Wh-where am I?

Jeremy
Sylvia, you’re here, with me, at home. You’re trembling. What were you dreaming about?

Sylvia
(Slowly, she turned her head to look at her husband, then looks at her hands and begins wiping her face—checking for blood.)
What…oh thank God! It’s not real. It didn’t happen.

Jeremy
What? What didn’t happen?

Sylvia
(Tears begin to form, and her face went pale.)
Austin…he…he tried to…but, I…I bit…

Jeremy
Oh, Sylvia.

The scene closes on Sylvia crying on Jeremy’s shoulder as he holds her close to his chest, petting her head, reassuring her that she’s okay, and he won’t let anything happen to her.