Boys

CAM. Said to give this back to Mack – said to thank him – for stopping her.

BENNY. What’s the bag for?

MACK. I’m going.

BENNY. Right.

MACK. I’ve left enough cash for…

I can’t.

SOPHIE. Please.

MACK. No.

SOPHIE. I don’t want it to start hurting, yet.

MACK. I’m sorry.

SOPHIE. Okay.

SOPHIE grits her teeth and leaves.

MACK. I can’t… when I, when I – look at you – it’s like, in my head, you’re always crying.

SOPHIE. I’ll stop. Eventually.

MACK. Ever since – it’s amazing how something like that – um – how it, sorry. It – it starts ripping the walls down – you know? It’s like that morning – since then everything just emptied – like words are lies before they’ve even got out your mouth.

SOPHIE kisses MACK tenderly. She holds his face.

SOPHIE steps back.

MACK stops himself – he looks at her in the twilight.

You are the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever fucking seen.

No one ever looks at me like that.

SOPHIE. Like it?

MACK. Feels like you’re asking for something, for something I don’t have. (Pause.) You got so much – of this… even when you’re being a fucking mentalist – you got like… grace – somehow.

MACK. What you looking at?

SOPHIE shrugs.

It’s like I’m a fucking hero. Like you’re expecting me to fucking levitate or something.

SOPHIE looks away, hurt.

SOPHIE. Wondered what it looked like from up here.

MACK. And?

SOPHIE. Smaller.

BENNY. Bye, Sophs.

SOPHIE hugs BENNY goodbye.

SOPHIE. Benny, I /

BENNY. I’m going to go watch some Disney.

BENNY leaves.

SOPHIE stands, surveys the room.

SOPHIE stands on Peter’s chair.

SOPHIE. I’m sorry, Peter.

MACK enters.

MACK sees her standing on the chair and stops in his tracks.

MACK. What you doing?

MACK. It’s not our fault!

BENNY. Try!

MACK. He didn’t – did he? He didn’t fucking try at all. He just bailed out and left the mess for the rest of us to try and fucking clear up, expected us to get up in the fucking morning!

BENNY lunges at MACK with the knife.

MACK swerves it.

BENNY stumbles forward bringing the knife swooping down towards the table.

CAM lunges forward and puts his hand beneath the blade – the tip of two fingers on his right hand are sliced off.