(man and woman enter, the man obviously confident, self-assured, and domineering, the woman seems charmed and friendly, perhaps a little uneasy)
WOMAN:
This is so exciting! I can't believe you got me a present! I can't wait to see it!
CAIN:
There is absolutely no way in the world that you're going to guess what THIS baby is. In fact, I had to take my Leer jet all the way to Tokyo to get just the right model, and I WOULD have bought you the $8,000 prototype, but then I figured why skimp on someone as special as you?
WOMAN:
(flustered) Oh. You didn't have to go on a spending spree. I'd be happy with a box of chocolates, and flowers!
CAIN:
(laughing) That's funny! Now, just wait until you see THESE chocolates! (makes a production of unwrapping a tiny marvel of technology, a miniature television set) Ever see ANYTHING like THIS?
WOMAN:
(a little put off) Um. Well, it looks like a TV set...
CAIN:
Now that's the understatement of the year! A TV set! No, this is the latest high-definition, surround-sound, home-theater VCR/DVD ENTERTAINMENT EXPERIENCE! There are only 100 of these in existence! (showing it off, ticking off its features) You can surf the web, watch your favorite movie on CD, DVD, VHS or even the newest VPT -- Virtual Projection Technology -- it beams the signal directly into your brain. Do you know what that means? You can be IN your favorite movie! Isn't it just the coolest thing you've ever seen?
WOMAN:
(not quite sure) Oh, well, you didn't have to get me this, you know...
CAIN:
Of COURSE I did. Baby, you deserve it. But don't even imagine for a second that the Big Fun stops here. Because (produces a folded sheet of paper from blazer pocket) the best is yet to come! (with great ceremony hands to woman)
WOMAN:
(looking from him to paper and back) What in the world is this?
CAIN:
Open it.
WOMAN:
(reluctantly, she does) Hmmm. It seems to be a patent.
CAIN:
Ha! That's the understatement of the year! A patent. How cute! Actually, this is the patent that will revolutionize aging as we know it! My latest invention. Spray-on Facelift. Just a little squirt in the morning, and the wrinkles just fade away! Think of it! And I have put it in your name!
WOMAN:
(more and more bothered) Why in the world? You shouldn't have done that. This is your invention --
CAIN:
-- and now YOU own it! You bring out the best of me! And I give it all to you. All my genius. All my creativity and industry and raw natural talent!
WOMAN:
(upset) But this isn't what I expected of you!
CAIN:
(setting aside TV marvel, going to one knee, taking both of her hands) I want you to marry me. Obviously, I must love you. Look at these incredible gifts. Obviously, I must adore you. Come on, just say "YES."
WOMAN:
(flustered) Cain, this is ridiculous...
ABLE:
(approaching up aisle, begins to stutter) Eck-eck-excuse muh-muh-muh-me.
CAIN:
(looking around, a little put out) Oh great, my baby brother Able. (taps his forehead, and nods suggestively to woman) He's not exactly all THERE, if you know what I mean.
WOMAN:
(pulls her hands from Cain, beckons to Able) Hello Able! Come over here.
ABLE:
(approaches shyly, hands in pockets, face down) I duh-duh-duh-duh --
CAIN:
(laughing under his breath, interrupts the stutter mockingly) -- DUH!
ABLE:
I duh-don't wuh-want t-t-t-to buh-buh-buh...
CAIN:
(rising, going to Able's side helpfully) It's okay, I interpret for my kid brother all the time. Hey, what can I say, I have a great big ole heart! What is it you want to say, Able? You don't want to BUH-bake a CUH-cake?
ABLE:
(forcing it out in a rush) I don't want to buh-bother yuh-you!
WOMAN:
(smiling sweetly) You're not bothering us, Able. What is it you want?
ABLE:
I came to . . . see . . . you. I nuh-know . . . I-I-I'm nuh-not ruh-rich, or suh-suh-smart, buh-buh-buh --
CAIN:
(keeping from laughing outright) Buh-buttered popcorn? Buh-bubble gum? Bodaciously Bountiful Blubbery Baby Buggy Bumpers?
ABLE:
-- buh-buh-but I wanted t-t-to tuh-tell you: I luh-luh . . . LUH . . . LOVE you.
(Cain is shocked -- blinks at his brother and forgets to mock)
WOMAN:
(pleasantly surprised, smiling radiantly) You LOVE me?
ABLE:
(measuring his words, carefully, concentrating, closing eyes) I love you with all my heart.
WOMAN:
Oh Able! I love you too! (she rushes into his arms and hugs him tightly)
CAIN:
(sputtering) You can't be serious! After I've dedicated my Industry to you, my Ingenuity, you're REJECTING me -- (stabs a finger at Able) for HIM?
WOMAN:
Why are you so angry, Cain? Your brother gave me the gift I've always wanted!
CAIN:
(slamming his thumb into his own chest) But I'm the talented one! I'm the rich one! I'm the good looking one! Him? Well, just LOOK at him!
WOMAN:
(she looks at Able, and smiles, and hugs him) I love you. And I will always love you. I will always be with you, even to the end of the world.
ABLE:
(nodding, like a little child, innocent and misty-eyed) Okay. Okay.
(Cain is pacing, watching them with agony, mounting angry jealousy, fury pouring from him)
WOMAN:
(hugging him one last time) Now I have to go away for a while, just a little while. I'm coming back, and I want you to watch for me, okay?
ABLE:
(smiling sweetly) Okay!
WOMAN:
(waving) Good-bye Sweetheart! You are my beloved! Good-bye! (exits)
ABLE:
Buh-bye! Buh-buh-bye-bye!
CAIN:
(stops pacing) This is unbelievable! (picks up TV, is prepared to throw it, puts it back down) This is the most idiotic thing I've ever heard of! (seizes patent and shreds it into many pieces and throws them at audience)
ABLE:
Cuh-Cain. I duh-duh-don't wuh-wuh-want you to . . . be . . . muh-muh . . . muh...
CAIN:
(losing it) WHAT! You don't want me to be muh-MACHO? You don't want me to dance the muh-MACARENA?
ABLE:
I duh-don't want you to be . . . ANGRY . . . with . . . me. (holding open his arms to embrace his brother) Yuh-you . . . ARE . . . MY . . . BROTHER. I love you.
CAIN:
(begins pacing again, tugging on his hair -- nearly ready to rip it out -- moving far away from his brother, then suddenly stops, looks around, over the heads of the audience, obviously making sure they are alone, that no one is watching -- a firm resolve moves over his face, and then he looks with dead calm at his brother, nodding, then turns his back on the audience) Come here, Able.
ABLE:
(smiling, goes to him) Don't be mad, Cuh-Cuh-Cain. (moves up close against him)
CAIN:
(begins whispering in Able's ear, puts an arm around his brother's shoulders while his other hand goes mysteriously into his pocket, continues to whisper, hand comes out of pocket, and he does a quick motion -- Able cries out) I'm not mad at YOU, Able my brother...
ABLE:
(cries out, his hands go to his chest, he staggers away from his brother and faces audience, removes a hand from his chest, looks with amazement at the blood covering his hand, then looks at his brother) Ah-ah-ah . . . ahhh...
CAIN:
What, Able? Did you want to say: OUCH?
ABLE:
(shaking his head, he takes halting steps toward his brother) I . . .
luh-luh-LOVE . . . you.
CAIN:
(holds open his arms) You wanted to hug me, didn't you? (catches Able as he begins to fall, and holds him tightly) See what she did to you? Hmmm?
ABLE:
(dying) Ahhh.
CAIN:
(lowers him to ground most of way, and then DROPS him -- he stands, looking at his hands which are covered with his brother's blood) Wasn't I good enough? (begins to exit, studying his bloody hands) Wasn't I supposed to give my best? Wasn't I supposed to try hard? Yeah, so I'm not some Boy Scout living his life out of some code book, but I gave better gifts! I gave my best!
(exits)
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