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RAW: A Short Play

CHARACTERS
Scarlett, a vaguely glamorous woman in her early 50s Jackson, an attractive man in his late 40s 
Steve, a well-preserved man in his late 60s 
Allie, a pretty woman in her early 30s

SETTING
Time: The Present
Place: A Sushi Bar in Los Angeles 

 

 

AT RISE  SCARLETT and JACKSON sit at a sushi counter.  In front of them plates holding a few pieces of sushi, a jug of sake, and two cups.  Beside Jackson two empty stools.  After a moment STEVE and ALLIE enter, take their places on the stools, ALLIE next to Jackson, pick up menus, and scan them.

JACKSON
Hard to believe, really.

SCARLETT
What?

JACKSON
That uncooked food could be so . . . filling, and . . . well, satisfying.

He burps, and puts a hand to his mouth. SCARLETT laughs.

SCARLETT
There’s a whole, like, movement.

JACKSON
Devoted to satisfying me?  Who knew?

SCARLETT
To the food, wacko boy.

JACKSON
Right.  I think they call it Japan.

SCARLETT
Not just sushi.  It’s called, what’s it called . . . ?

JACKSON
Now We’re Not Cooking?

SCARLETT
The Raw Food Movement.  That’s it.

JACKSON
Does the movement part refer to the fact that the food’s still alive and kicking?

SCARLETT
It’s better for you, they say.

JACKSON
Frisky little critters are the way to go?

SCARLETT
Raw Food.  It’s all some people eat these days.

ALLIE looks up and down the counter.

ALLIE
(to Jackson)
Seen the chef lately?

JACKSON turns and looks the other couple over before answering, his eyes lingering longer on Allie than Steve.

JACKSON
Not lately, no.

ALLIE
Maybe he’s on a break.

JACKSON
Taking a rest after all that cooking--uh, not cooking.

ALLIE giggles, but STEVE frowns.

JACKSON grins at ALLIE.

STEVE
We should have gone to a real restaurant.

SCARLETT
That’s a great name for a sushi cookbook.

JACKSON
Cook-book?

SCARLETT
Now We’re Not Cooking.  Perfect.  A Raw Foods cookbook.  I should make that my next side project.  You’re a genius.

JACKSON
You weren’t aware of that till now?

SCARLETT
I forgot.  I mean, I haven’t seen you in a while, have I?

JACKSON
That’s true, but still.  And anyway, whose fault is that?

SCARLETT
Fault?  Why is anyone at fault?  We fell out of touch is all.

JACKSON
Which of us had a way to get in touch with the other, though? When I got back from that writer’s colony I discovered you’d moved, didn’t I?  Phone disconnected.  No forwarding address. I even called Directory Assistance looking for a new listing. It was like you’d disappeared from the face of the earth.

SCARLETT
Oh, come on, you could have tracked me down through SAG if you’d wanted to.

JACKSON
Let me guess--another movement, for older women with big breasts and no bras.

ALLIE laughs out loud.  SCARLETT leans forward to stare at her.

ALLIE
Sorry.  I couldn’t help hearing.

SCARLETT
And laughing?

ALLIE
It was funny.  Your boyfriend’s a funny guy.  Isn’t he a funny guy, Steve?

JACKSON beams at Allie.

SCARLETT
He’s not my boyfriend.  We’re just . . . dating.

STEVE
Where the fuck is the waiter?  Let’s blow this joint.  The grill down the street has fantastic aged beef.

JACKSON
I think you mean the chef, no?

STEVE glares at him.  ALLIE takes Steve’s arm and snuggles closer.

ALLIE
I really want the dragon roll.  What are you gonna get?

They huddle together over his menu.

SCARLETT
SAG is the Screen Actors Guild, smarty pants, as you well know.  I’m a member, aren’t I?

(Pause.)

What’s wrong with my breasts?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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