Foxy’s HangoutPlay # 8 - extract

Play # 8 Foxy’s Hangout by Kate Herbert  

DAZ rides his quadbike on a bush track and is confronted by MITCH the farmer who is more dangerous than he seems.

CHARACTERS:  2 MALE

DAZ: 20ish, Unemployed. Rough, petty criminal. Obsessed with quad-bikes.

MITCH: AKA “Foxy”. 40ish. Struggling farmer. Carries shotgun. Has a Blue Healer. Broad Australian accent. 

SETTING

Bushland track on MITCH’s land. Quad-bike represented by boxes.

Sample extract from Foxy’s Hangout

MITCH: (angry, points gun) Over thee

DAZ: (shocked) What? Where?

MITCH: Over there to Bluey – mate! (cynical on ‘mate’.)

MITCH: (directs DAZ with gun) Now, pick him up.

DAZ: (stares, confused) What? What do you mean...?

MITCH: I mean pick up the fuckin’ dog you killed, mate!

MITCH pushes gun into DAZ’s head. DAZ freezes.

MITCH: Move! Up!

DAZ stands slowly. MITCH forces DAZ towards Bluey.

MITCH: Pick him up!

DAZ stares

MITCH: Pick him the fuck up!

DAZ: OK!

DAZ lifts body carefully.

MITCH: Careful. You break it you pay for it! (laughs sneeringly)

DAZ holds out Bluey to MITCH.

MITCH: No, mate! Carry him to the bike!

DAZ: What?

MITCH: (gun in DAZ’s back) You heard!

DAZ carries Bluey to bike/boxes, holds body like offering.

MITCH: Now lay his body over the bike – carefully!

DAZ lays Bluey on bike/boxes.

MITCH: Now, say a few words.

DAZ: What?

MITCH: You heard me! And be respectful!

DAZ thinks, takes formal pose. MITCH stands, gun loosely aimed at DAZ.

DAZ: We… we are gathered here today – in this – um – bush – to celebrate the death of...

MITCH: Life!
DAZ: (cowers) What?

MITCH: The life of Bluey. Get on with it!

_End of extract