A script I did in 2001 about a guy forced to share an uncomfortable secret with his mother
|1. INT. RICK FARREL’S BEDROOM DAY. 1.
Late afternoon. RICK is sitting at his desk busily working on an art assignment which he seems to be quite interested in. He is a typical teenage guy, with dark brown hair that just falls randomly into place, casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The room has a simple study desk and chair, as well as a single bed in the middle of it. Various posters of female rock singers including Shirley Manson, K D Lang, Annie Lennox and Melissa Etheridge cover the walls. There are numerous books and a school bag lying on the bed.
JUDITH enters the doorway and stops there, carrying a manila folder with RICK’S history assignment on gay rights inside of it. She is a hard working middle aged woman of about 45, with shoulder length light brown hair and a face worn by the passing years. She is dressed in somewhat daggy tracksuit pants and top and has the air of a suburban stay-at-home mum. Her expression is neutral, but she is obviously trying to contain her anger.
RICK looks up at his mother in surprise, and his jaw slowly drops as he sees what she is holding, and has obviously read.
What is this?
RICK is extremely hesitant.
That’s my history assignment.
JUDITH nods and flicks through the pages, pretending to skim over what she’s already read. RICK slowly rises from his chair and licks his lips, nervously waiting for his mother’s next words.
An A. I’m impressed. Pity you couldn’t get
these kind results in more productive areas.
History’s not a waste of time Mum…
JUDITH suddenly snaps the folder shut, losing patience, and glares at her son.
You know what I mean! Gay rights?
What were you thinking?
RICK looks down, attempting to choose his words with care.
Mum, I’ve got something very important
to tell you.
Stop! Stop right there! I don’t
want to hear it!
Mum, please, it’s not my decision.
Oh, it’s not your decision! I see!
Whose is it then? Is it mine?
Did I just walk around one day while I was
pregnant and say ‘gee, I hope my kid
turns out a faggot?’
For God’s sake Rick! Do you know what
you’re saying? Do you have any idea
how these people live?
RICK swallows, his own anger beginning to rise. But he keeps his temper.
I imagine I’d have a better idea
than you do.
A better idea than me eh? A better
idea than me? You just watch what you’re
saying in this house young man!
JUDITH waves the folder in front of RICK for emphasis.
And you watch what the hell you say in this
Taking a risk, RICK quickly grabs the folder out of JUDITH’S hands and puts it down on his desk firmly. JUDITH doesn’t try to stop him, instead just leaning back in the doorway and folding her arms, a frustrated expression on her face. RICK manages to calm himself again.
Where did you find it?
I did one of my routine clean-ups
of people’s rooms today Rick.
You should be more careful. If your
father had found this before I did…
RICK quickly interrupts, looking at JUDITH in earnest.
Does Dad know?
Oh yes. I tried to break it to him very gently,
but he’s absolutely furious. When he gets home
from work he’s going to want to talk to you.
I hope he will have calmed down by then.
Your little sister doesn’t know. I’m not having
her blabbing to other people at church!
RICK sighs, and walks over to his bed, sitting down on the end of it, his chin in his hands. JUDITH eases herself out of the doorway and sits down next to him, putting an arm around him.
Oh Ricky. What makes you think
you’re gay? You don’t have to be
and it’s not right. It’s your choice,
all you have to do is say no and…
You really don’t understand it do you?
It’s not a choice Mum. I didn’t ask
to be gay, I just am.
JUDITH smiles faintly, rubbing her hand into Rick’s shoulders.
Why? Is it just because you’re not into
girls yet? Well that’s all right. Your father
wasn’t into girls seriously until he was
about twenty-two. You’re only seventeen.
That doesn’t make you gay. Don’t label yourself.
RICK looks up at his mother with a hint of desperation in his eyes.
Mum, I know everybody goes through
a stage where they’re attracted to people
of the same sex, but I never came out
of it all right? It’s not just that I’m not
attracted to girls, I’m very strongly attracted
to some boys okay?
JUDITH shakes her head.
No Rick, it’s not okay. I’m not going to
debate this with you. Nobody is really
homosexual. It’s just a choice they make.
Use the word ‘gay’ Mum, it’s shorter.
And it’s very misleading! Rick, do you know
what kind of lives homosexuals lead? It’s
not ‘gay’ at all! It’s bloody horrible! I’ll call it what it is thank you!
Mum, it’s not like I haven’t given girls a chance. Remember Lizzy Becker?
Yeah, now why did you dump her? She was alright for you. All the guys wanted to go out with her.
RICK laughs, though he doesn’t really want to.
Yeah, and kissing her felt like being stapled to
a cold fish! At least to a gay guy…
Rick, you’re not a homosexual.
Yes I am, and denying it isn’t going to make
it go away.
JUDITH shrugs, keeping her face neutral.
Okay, assuming just for a moment that you are,
you know that you can change don’t you?
Oh please! Don’t talk to me about the
'ex-gay’ thing! You see what those people are like after those groups are finished with them!It’s disgusting!
Rick, it’s not as bad as that. We’ll help you
through it all the way. We’ll go and see Pastor
Thompson tomorrow, and if that doesn’t work
we’ll go and see a psychologist…
RICK suddenly gets up from the bed and turns around to face his mother angrily.
For God’s sake Mum! Do you know how
arrogant you’re sounding? What makes you think
that I even want to change? What makes you
think that I’m not perfectly happy the way
Sit down! Right now.
RICK takes a nervous breath before answering.
No. I’m sorry Mum, but this is…
SFX: Door being slammed shut. It is on the other side of the house.
Oh God, it’s your father!
If he knows, then I reckon he’ll be in here
within say…. three minutes?
JUDITH rolls her eyes and gets up, heading for the door.
That’s not funny! I’d better go make sure
he’s calmed down a bit.
RICK gets out of the way and returns to his desk.
JUDITH looks at him for a second, then sighs and leaves the room.