DESIDERIO SCRIPT (9-OLF)

PART 1

Part 1; Scene 1 : Setting: Living Room

*signal to start*
*White Spotlight to both*
*SFX: Windy snow & Clock ticking*
*Christmas carols playing on vinyl quietly*

Narrator #1: The Winter season is a time where the leaves

freeze and fall, the days cut short, and the nights grow
long... the warm sunny days are replaced by chilly frost-
bitten ones, yet it’s a time to admire the glistening glacial
beauties all around.

*Christmas carols playing on vinyl becomes louder*

*let it snow, let it snow, let it snow*

Harriet: Mommy! It’s snowing. May I please, pretty please play

outside?

Old Mrs. White: Oh, darling, you ought to stay indoors in this
weather. You can wait ’til after the wind’s done blowing.

Harriet: (irritated) But Mommy! It’s not fair!

Old Mr. White: (put’s down the book he’s reading) What’s the
matter dear?

Harriet: I want to go out and play in the snow but Mommy won’t
let me!

Old Mr. White: Is that so? It wouldn’t hurt to let her have a
bit of fun.

Old Mrs. White: (lovingly) But my dear Harriet, (louder) You’d

just complain about the cold if you go out anyway, stay here
with your brother.

Harriet: Hmph! (pouts and stomps)

Mrs. White: Hmm… Tell you what dear, you can go out and play
as long as you promise, (puts out pinky) PROMISE to stay with
your brother and not stray too far away. (raises brow)
Promise?

Harriet: Yay! I promise, Mommy! Thank you! (hurries out)

Brother, come with me!(runs to Mr. Whithe aka Harold)
Harold: What? Why? It’s much too cold!

Harriet: To play, of course!

Harold: No!

Harriet: But Mommy said you need to tag along! I’ll tell her
you disobey!

Harold: Oh, fine, fine! You better be quick!

Harriet: Come on! Let’s go! Stand up!

(Harold groans. Then they get their winter clothes from a

cabinet.)

Old Mrs. White: Be back when the bell rings! Don’t forget!

Old Mr. White: Take care dear children! Have fun!

*spotlights off*
Setting: Outside in the Snow
*White Spotlight to both*
*faint sound of Christmas carols*

Harriet: Come on! Let’s make a snowman!

Harold: Do it on your own Harriet! I’m just here to watch over

you.

Harriet: You ninny! When you grow up, you’ll have lots of
regrets! (starts building a snowman)

Harold: Just hurry up! (continues reading a book)

Harriet: But it’s heavy!

Harold: Not my problem! I bet you won’t be able to do it.

Harriet: What! Fine! Watch me! I’ll do it, I will! (continues)

Mrs. White: (rings a bell)

Harriet: I’m not finished! There’s no head!

Harold: Last one there is mad as a bag of ferrets! (snickers)

Harriet: Hey! That’s no fair! You’re on ice!

Harold: Race you there! It’s just ice wazzock!

Harriet: No, I can’t!

Harold: Come on sissy!

Harold: Hurry up, slow poke!

Harriet: Hey- Ah!(slips)

*ticking gets louder then stops*

*spotlights off*
*crash noise*
Harold: Harriet!

Part 1; Scene 2 : Setting: Living Room

*SFX: Faint clock ticking and wood burning*

*white spotlight on the living room*

Mr. White: Hark at the wind!

Herbert: I'm listening, (Herbert looks at the board and grins

while looking at it, stretching out his hand.)

Herbert: Check.

Mr. White: I should hardly think that he'd come tonight.

Herbert: Mate.

Mr. White: That's the worst of living so far out – of all the
places to live in, this is the worst. I don't know what people
are thinking about. I don’t even know what you’re thinking!

Herbert: My board! (Mr. White groans)

Mrs. White: Never mind, dear, perhaps you'll win the next one.

(Someone comes knocking on the gate and Mr. White grins,

footsteps rung outside the door.)

Herbert: There he is. (Mr. White opens the door.)

Mrs. White: Tut, tut! (Mrs. White coughs gently as Morris

enters the room.)

Mr. White: This is Sergeant-Major Morris. (Morris shakes hands

with Mrs. White and Herbert.)
Mrs. White: Why it’s awfully cold outside you must be
freezing! Would you like a cup of warm tea?

Sergeant: Would you happen to have a bottle of whiskey around

your lovely home? (Herbert directs Morris to the seat next to
the fire).

Herbert: Why of course! Just bought it a few days ago but I

haven’t had the opportunity to open it until today!

(Herbert takes the bottle from one of the cabinets, Mrs. White
takes four glasses out of the cabinets below, Harriet sits
near Mr. White holding a monkey stuffed toy.)

Mr. White: You seem to have changed a bit.

Sergeant: You think so?

Herbert: So… How many years has it been?

Mr. White: Twenty-one years of it, when he went away he was a

slip of a youth in the warehouse. Now look at him. (Mr. White
nods at Morris to Herbert and Mrs. White.)

Mrs. White: He doesn't look to have taken much harm. You seem
like the rich. Happy n’ all.

Sergeant: I wouldn’t say so. (awkward silence)

Mr. White: Anyways, I'd like to go to India myself, just to

look round a bit, you know.

Sergeant: Better where you are. (Morris pauses and shakes his
head, puts down the empty glass and sighs.)

Mr. White: Anyway, you look well, happy even. And the clothes
you’re wearing...seems to me you’ve got quite power and
fortune. Won the lottery perhaps?

Sergeant: Thank you but it is nothing… It’s not worth hearing…

Mrs. White: Oh, but you might as well tell us. I’ve become
intrigued to hear your story.

Sergeant: (sighs) The Monkey’s paw… it's just a bit of what

you might call magic, perhaps,

(Morris takes a sip of his whiskey and sets it down, Herbert

fills it back for him.)
Sergeant: To look at, it's just an ordinary little paw, dried
to a mummy. (Morris plays with the old little paw and Mrs.
White grimaces at the sight of it.)

Harriet: A real paw! Just like my Mr. Simian!

Mr. White: Indeed. Just like him.

Sergeant: (pauses, dumbfounded)

Herbert: If I may? (reaches out his hand to receive the object

and examines it)

Mr. White: And what is there special about such a thing?

(takes it from Herbert and examines it) (Mr. White places the
paw on the table.)

Sergeant: A spell had been placed on it by an old Fakir. A

believer, quite a religious man.

Herbert: You still believe in that bloody nonsense?

*start of the song*

*white to red spotlight*
Song: “Friends from the other side” from the Disney movie “Princess
and the Frog”
(everyone freezes)
Fakir: Don't you disrespect me little man!
Don't you derogate or deride!
You're in my world now
Not your world
And I got friends on the other side!

Sit down at my table

Put your minds at ease
If you relax it will enable me to do anything I please
I can read your future
I can change it 'round some, too
I'll look deep into your heart and soul
(You do have a soul, don't you, Morris?)
Make your wildest dreams come true!
I got voodoo, I got hoodoo
I got things I ain't even tried!
And I got friends on the other side
(everyone unfreezes)
(music is paused)
*red to white spotlight*
Herbert: Well, were you not interested in having three, sir?

Sergeant: (quietly) I have…

Mrs. White: (unsurely) A-and did you really have the three
wishes granted?
Sergeant: I did. (drinking glass taps against his teeth)

Mrs. White: And has anybody else wished?

Sergeant: The very first man had his three wishes. Yes, I’m
unsure of the first two, but the third was for death. That led
the paw to me now. (The group goes silent and their faces
filled with distress.)

Mr. White: If you've had your three wishes, then it has no

value to you now then Morris. What do you keep it for?

Sergeant: (shakes head) Fancy I suppose, I did have some idea

of selling it, but perhaps not. It has caused me enough
mischief already. Besides, people won't buy. Some just think
it's a mere fairy tale; and those who do think anything of it
want to try it first and pay me afterward.

Mr. White: If you could have another three wishes—if it’s

possible—would you have them?

Sergeant: I don't know… I truly don’t. (Morris takes the paw

from the table, and holding it between his forefinger and
thumb, suddenly throws it upon the fire. Mr. White, with a
slight cry, stooped down and removed it.)

Sergeant: Better, let it burn.

Harriet: No! Don’t let him!

Mr. White: If you’d rather not keep it Morris, give it to me

instead.

Sergeant: I won’t. I threw it on the fire because I don’t want

you to have it, or anyone. If you keep it, don't blame me for
what happens. (with annoyance) Pitch it on the fire like a
sensible man White. (Mr. White shakes his head and examines
the paw closely.)

Mr. White: How do you do it?

Sergeant: (sighs) Hold it up in your right hand, and wish

aloud, but I warn you of the consequences.

Mrs. White: Sounds like the ‘Arabian Nights’ (Mrs. White

stands up and starts to set their supper.)

Mrs. White: Don’t you think you might wish for four pairs of
hands for me.(chuckles) (Mr. White drew the talisman from his
pocket, and all three burst into laughter as the Sergeant-
Major, with an alarmed look, caught him by the arm.)

Sergeant: If you must wish. At least wish for something

sensible.

Harriet: A friend for Mr. Simian! (holds up her monkey stuff

toy)

Mr. White: That’s not so sensible, is it?

Sergeant: I really must ask, who—

Mr. White: You must be starving! Come. (beckons) (Mr. White

dropped it back in his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned
Morris to the dining table.)

Narrator #1: As they were seated amongst the food and each
other, the soldier had told numerous intriguing stories of his
adventure in India, captivating his listeners all the while
until they finished eating.

Sergeant: One time in India, I rode an Elephant just to buy

food from the market! It was spectacular! It feels like
flying!

Herbert: Marvelous!

Mrs. White: (claps hands excitedly) Truly spectacular! Oh how

I wish I’d get to experience such a thing!

Sergeant: (chuckles) I really must thank you for accommodating

me at this time of the season. But for now I must leave to
catch the last train. I wouldn’t want to be late.

Mr. White: Oh yes, indeed. Thank you for coming today. Till we
meet again.

Mrs. White: Do take care in the cold, Sergeant. (The family

waves goodbye to their guest, Morris.) (Herbert commented, as
the door closed behind their guest, just in time to catch the
last train.)

Herbert: Farewell, Sergeant! (waves)

Harriet: Bye-bye! (waves also)

Part 1; Scene 3 : Setting: Living Room

Herbert: If the tale about the monkey's paw is not more
truthful than those he has been telling us, we shan't make
much out of it.

Mrs. White: Did you give anything for it, father?(tilts

forward, raising a brow)

Mr. White: A trifle, maybe. He didn't want it, but I made him
take it. Then he pressed me again to throw it away. Thus,
leaving it here with me.

Herbert: Likely. (sniggers) Why, we're going to be rich, and

famous, and happy! DESIRE to be an emperor, father, to begin
with; then no one would dare to disrespect you. (Herbert
darted around the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs. White
armed with an antimacassar-a chair cover. Mr. White took the
paw from his pocket and looked at it hesitantly.)

Mr. White: (slowly) I don't know what to wish for, and I speak
the truth here. I feel I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted.

Herbert: If you only cleared the house, you'd be quite happy,

wouldn't you!" (Herbert puts his hand on his father’s
shoulder.)

Mr. White: (chuckles) Hah, (while nodding) I reckon I would.

Mrs. White: I don’t think you should—

Herbert: Well, that’s it!

Mrs. White: What of the consequences—

Herbert: Just wish for two hundred pounds. Simple enough. (His
father, smiling shame facedly at his own gullibility, held up
the talisman, as his son sat down and struck a few impressive
chords.)
*continue song*
*white to red spotlight*
(everyone freezes)
Fakir: It's the green, it's the green, it's the green you need
And when I looked into your future
It's the green that I see!
(everyone unfreezes)
*red to white spotlight*
*pause song*

Mr. White: Then… (surely) I wish for two hundred pounds. (A

crash of keys from the piano met his words, interrupted by a
shuddering cry from the old man as the paw is dropped on the
floor. His wife and son ran toward him.)
 *continue song*
*white to red spotlight*
(everyone freezes)
Fakir: Yes...
Are you ready?
(Are you ready?)
Are you ready?

Can you feel it?

You're changin', You're changin', You're changin', all right!
I hope you're satisfied
But if you ain't
Don't blame me!
You can blame my friends on the other side!
(You got what you wanted)
(But you lost what you had)
*wred to white spotlight*
(everyone unfreezes)
*end of song*

Herbert: (shouts) Father!

Mr. White: It moved! As I wished, it… it twisted in my hand

like a snake. (They all gazed at the paw in awe.)

Herbert: Well, I don't see the money. (picks up the paw and
puts it on the table) and I bet I never shall. Tis nothing but
folktale. A waste.

Mrs. White: It must have been your fancy, father.

Mr. White: My fancy… (shakes head) Nevermind; seems there's no

harm done, but it gave me quite a shock, though.

(Mr. White and Herbert sits down by the fire, smoking a pipe)

Narrator #1: Outside, the wind was intense and stronger than
ever, and the old man was uneasy at the sound of a door
banging upstairs.

Herbert: Good night. I expect you'll find cash tied up in a

big bag in the middle of your bed… (Mr. White chuckles at his
son’s remark and disregards it with a flick of the wrist.)

Herbert: (nudges) And something horrid on top of your wardrobe

staring at you pocketing your unworthy gains.
SFX: Crackling fireplace

Narrator #2: He sat in the darkness, gazing at the dying fire,

and seeing humanoid faces in it. The last was so horrible and
resembling that of a primate. It got so vivid that, with a
little uneasy laugh, he felt on the table for a glass
containing a little water to throw over it and kill the fire.

(Mr. White grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver
he wiped his hand on his coat.)

Mr. White: Nothing but mere folktale. (shakes head and retires
for the night)
*spotlights and SFX off*

PART II

Part 2; Scene 1 : Setting: Living Room

*white spotlight*

Mr. White: The Paw, Morris was talking about… Seems peculiar
don’t you think? Why, the story gave me quite a fright.

Mrs. White: Should we listen to this nonsense? Wishes being

granted, especially in these times?

Herbert: I agree with mother on this one, father.

Mrs. White: Well… If it could, how can two hundred pounds hurt
you?

Herbert: Might drop on his head from the sky, I bet. (points
up while chuckling)

Mr. White: (walks back and forth) Morris said these things
happen naturally.

Herbert: (rising up from the table, collecting his things)

Don’t use the paw for money without me. (jokes) It could turn
you into a mean, monstrous money-hogging man and we would have
to make you leave and never comeback! (laughs) (Mrs. White
leads Herbert to the door while laughing at his joke.)

Mrs. White: Well then, get to work safely.

Herbert: (bade them goodbye and hugs Mrs. White) Bye mother,
(quietly) Father may I speak with you outside?
SFX: whistling kettle
(The kettle of water whistles and Mrs. White scurries to the
kitchen to take care of it.)
*whistling kettle stops*
Mr. White: What bothers you Herbert?

Herbert: I know, Father.

Mr. White: What do you mean? Know what?

Herbert: You had a sister. Last night… I couldn’t sleep, I was

so bored so I went to the attic and I found a book with your
handwriting in it.

Mr. White: I’ve never heard of it. I don’t know what you mean.

Herbert: Who else could it be? You’re the only one with such
penmanship. Hard and sharp on the paper. The logs in it. You
killed her and hid her corpse.
*white to red spotlight*
Mr. White: No, you don’t know anything son.

Herbert: I do know, father. You were guilty of it, you’re

horrible, horrible. I’ll tell mother about it when I get back.

Mr. White: You won’t!

(Hits Herbert on the head with a hard object and Herbert falls
to the ground. Then Mr. White points.)

Mr. White:You won’t tell anyone! Now leave for work! Go on!
*spotlights off*

Setting: Dining Room

*white spotlight*

Mrs. White: What did Herbert tell you dear?

Mr. White: Oh, it was nothing, he was just… asking if I knew a

faster route to get to his work because he kept coming in
late.

Mrs. White: Really? Why didn’t he ask me? I’m more familiar
with this area.

Mr. White: Uhm, he knows how much of a worrywart you are so he

just asked me instead.

Mrs. White: I’m not a worrywart. I just care for him deeply.

Mr. White: I don’t know, ask him. Anyways, shall I fetch the
tea?

Mrs. White: Yes please!

(Mr. White’s in the kitchen while Mrs. White starts speaking.)

Mrs. White: I bet when he comes back home, he’ll have more of
his remarks and stories from work again. (smiles tenderly)

Mr. White: Maybe… (pours himself a beer)

*spotlights off*

Setting: Living Room

Narrator #1: The couple ate and later on in the afternoon,

they were resting in the living room chatting about things
that had been on their minds.
*white spotlight*
Mr. White: I swear, that little thing moved when it was in my
hand.

Mrs. White: (sips and points the glass to him) You THOUGHT it
did, dear. You were probably just tired. Your eyes were
playing tricks.

Mr. White: I swear it did. There’s no doubt it did because I

felt it, it just had— What’s the matter? (looks at her
concernedly)

Mrs. White: (looks at the mysterious silhouette outside the

window) Someone’s come by…
(The person contemplating was well dressed and walked back and
forth at the gate thrice and placed his hand on it on the
fourth flung the gate open and walked on the path.)

Mrs. White: What might you need young man?

Stranger: The White Family? I’ve got a word for them.

Mrs. White: That is us. Do come indoors.

*spotlight on the neighbors*

Neighbor #1: Did you see that man going inside the White’s
household?

Neighbor #2: He seemed… anxious… as if he’s bearing bad news…

Neighbor #3: What do you think it might be?

Neighbor #1: The Whites’ are a wonderful family. I doubt that

anything bad could happen to them.

Neighbor #2: Nevermind, we must not pry into the lives of

others.
Neighbor #3: True, let us go back in.

*spotlight off*

Part 2; Scene 2 : Living Room

*white spotlight*

Narrator #1: Mrs. White brought the stranger into the room. He
shifted uncomfortably as he gazed at her furtively.

Mrs. White: I do apologize – I haven’t got the time to prepare

the house, for your appearance was so sudden! I forgot to put
away Mr. White’s dirty coat! (The stranger nods out of
respect, not smiling.)

Mrs. White: Would you like a cup of tea? Oh please, do sit

down by the fire (gestures towards a seat). You must be
freezing!

Mr. White: Dear, where had Harriet gone? (interrupts Mrs.

White)

Mrs. White: (whispers) What? I don’t know who you’re talking

about! We have a visitor right now, don’t be rude.

Stranger: Please, Mrs. White, do sit down for a moment… I have

news to deliver.

(Mrs. White, cautiously sits down, looking at the stranger

anxiously. Her eyebrows furrowed.) (5 seconds of silence, then
the stranger breathes in deeply.)

Stranger: I - was asked to visit...(picks something from his

trousers) I come from 'Maw and Meggins.'

Mrs. White: Is anything the matter? Has anything happened to

Herbert? Please tell me. What is it? What is it?

(Mr. White puts a hand on Mrs. White’s shoulder attempting to

calm her.)

Mr. White: There, there mother– sit down, and don't jump to
conclusions. You've not brought bad news, I'm sure sir…

(The stranger looks anywhere away from the gazes of the

Whites’)

Stranger: I'm sorry—

Mrs. White: Is he hurt? (Frantically) (Stranger bows his head
sadly.)

Stranger: Badly hurt, (quietly)… but he is not in any pain.

Mrs. White: Oh thank God! (clasping her heart) Thank God for
that! Thank– (stops, eyes widening and looks at Mr. White’s
somber expression) (Mrs. White takes Mr. White’s hand and
squeezes it.) (4 seconds of silence)
*white to blue spotlight*

Stranger: He was caught in the machinery…

Mr. White: Caught in the machinery–(Mr. White stares at the

window.)

Stranger: He’d been complaining of a headache. And his eyes

were swelling. His peers told him to rest but he insisted that
he wanted to work. While working on the weed grinder, he lost
his footing and fell into it.

Mrs. White: He was my only child… (sniffing, teary eyed) (Mr.

White turns to the visitor)

Mr. White: It is hard. (Stranger coughs and walks towards the

window.)

Stranger: The firm wishes me to convey their sincere sympathy

with you in your great loss. I beg that you will understand I
am only their servant and merely obeying orders. (Silence)

Stranger: I was to say that Maw and Meggins disclaim all

responsibility, they admit no liability at all, but in
consideration of your son's services, they wish to present you
with a certain sum as compensation.

(Mr. White dropped his wife's hand, rising to his feet, with a
look of horror at his visitor.)

Mr. White: H-how much?

Stranger: Two hundred pounds.

(Mrs. White screams in agony, crying at the death of his son.

Mr. White faints and falls to the floor.)
*spotlights off*

PART III

Part 3; Scene 1
Narrator #1: Nightfall had come and the two had fallen asleep
though the death of their son had still been bothering them
both greatly. Mrs. White, however, awoke from the pain in her
heart caused by the recent happenings.
*blue spotlights on*

Song: “The Next Right Thing” from the Disney movie “Frozen 2”

*start of song*
Mrs. White: I've seen dark before, but not like this
This is cold, this is empty, this is numb
The life I knew is over, the lights are out
Hello, darkness, I'm ready to succumb
I follow you around, I always have
But you've gone to a place I cannot find
This grief has a gravity, it pulls me down
But a tiny voice whispers in my mind

Can there be a day beyond this night?

I don't know anymore what is true
I can't find my direction, I'm all alone
The only star that guided me was you
How to rise from the floor?
When it's not you I'm rising for

Just do the next right thing

Take a step, step again
It is all that I can to do
The next right thing
*end of song*

Mr. White: (wakes up suddenly and placed his hand beside him
feels nothing but sheets) Mmm… (sits up and looks around)
Darling, come back.

Mrs. White: (shakes head) No…

Mr. White: Darling, please, you’ll be cold! (pleads)

Mrs. White: Yes, it is cold, but what about our son? Isn’t it
colder for him? (sad sniffles) Isn't it?

Mr. White: (stands up and comes over to her to hug her) I…

dear, let’s just go back to sleep now.
*spotlights off*

Narrator #2: Mrs. White went back to bed with him despite how
she felt about the situation. She tried to sleep while she
choked on her sobs. After a few moments, they had both dozed
off, but it didn’t last long…
*white spotlight*

(pause for a few seconds)

Mrs. White: (jolted up with heavy breathing) THE PAW!

(Mrs. White pulls the covers away and wakes up Mr. White with
surprise.)

Mr. White: What’s the matter, dear?

Mrs. White: THE MONKEY’S PAW! (stumbles while frantically

looking for the paw around the room)

Mr. White: (looks at her with alarm) What? Where’s what? (gets
out of bed and stands near it)

Mrs. White: I want it, I want it! I must have it! (she
repeatedly says, she stumbles as she approaches him)

Mrs. White: You haven’t destroyed it right? Haven’t thrown it

away?

Mr. White: (stutters) It’s in the parlour, the bracket… Why

suddenly look for it, dear?

Mrs. White: (laughs in relief) OH! Oh, thank God… (hugs him
while laughing)

Mrs. White: (pulls away and hits her head with her fist the
paw) I just thought of it now, chuckles why didn’t I think of
this earlier? Why didn’t you? (snickers)

*white to red spotlight*

Mrs: We have two more wishes, we only made one, right? Go down
and get it, quickly! Our son, he can be back! He can come
back, I say! (holds Mr. White by the upper arm smiling
desperately)

Mr. White: (pulls her to sit down on the bed to calm her)
You’ve gone mad, dear! Listen to yourself!

Mrs. White: Get it! (says repeatedly) let’s wish for him back!
My boy, I need him back! WISH FOR HIM BACK, WISH FOR HIM NOW!

Mr. White: (lights up match and candle) No, you don’t know
what you’re going to wish for… you’re being irrational! You
ought to stop this nonsense!
Mrs. White: You’re wrong, I DO know what I will wish for, I
wish for him back so get me the paw! (shouts desperately) Our
first wish was granted, wasn’t it? Why not the second then?
The answer was just right in front of us, why didn’t we see
it? (snickers)

Mr. White: It was just a coincidence… We’ve got no assurance—

Mrs. White: Coincidence? COINCIDENCE? YOU REALLY BELIEVE MY

BOY’S DEATH WAS A COINCIDENCE?! (pauses) Go. Go get the paw!
(clasps hands together nervously)

Mr. White: (voice shaking) He’s been dead for more than a week
or so? Our son must be like a zombie, no, worse than that.
He’d been caught in the machinery, grinded in parts, mangled
beyond recognition. Do you really want our son to be back… in
that state, alive? Think of how he’d suffer.

Mrs. White: (grabs his arm and drags him out the door) Do you
really think I would be terrified of the child I have raised
for years? Now, bring me the paw. (points down the hall)

*spotlights off*

Narrator #2: Mr. White, in the darkness, felt his way around
to get the paw hesitantly and after doing so, he continued
back to his wife with a feeling of nervousness and chills down
his spine.
*red spotlight*

Mrs. White: (on the floor rocking back and forth, whispering)
My boy will be back, he’ll be back in my arms again… just like
before. (shaky laughs)

Mrs. White: (notices him by the door and quickly runs to him)
WISH! (shakes him)

Mr. White: NO! IT’S NONSENSE WISHING ON SOMETHING THAT

WOULDN’T EVEN COME TRUE!

Mrs. White: I-it will come true, the first wish did, so will
the second! Believe me, it will! So WISH FOR HIM TO BE ALIVE
(tries to get the paw from him)

Mr. White: You’ve gone mad! All this is meaningless! You’re

spouting our nonsense!

Mrs. White: JUST WISH!!! (pounds on his chest and has a

breakdown)
Mr. White: (raises his hand and says it hesitantly) I wish my
son to be alive once more…
*spotlights off*

(The paw does something and shocked Mr. White sank into the
chair trembling in fear.)
(Mrs. White hurriedly walks to the window and raises the
blinds to looks outside, they both embrace each other. the
clock ticked. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for
some time gathering up his courage, he out a box of matches,
and striking one, went downstairs for a candle.)
(At the foot of the stairs the match went out, and he paused
to strike another; and at the same moment a knock came so
quiet and stealthy as to be barely audible, sounded on their
front door.)

Mr. White: (shaky whisper)Herbert? Please, no…

(The matches fell from his hand and spilled in the passage. He
stood motionless, his breath suspended.)

(knock)

Mr. White: (whispers) No, no, no, not like this… no, not now…

(Then he turned and fled swiftly back to his room, and closed
the door behind him. A third knock sounded through the house.)

Mrs. White: WHAT’S THAT?

Mr. White: A rat, (shaky) a rat. It passed me on the stairs.

(His wife sat up in bed listening. Then, a loud knock

resounded through the house.)

Mrs. White: It’s Herbert!

(She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and
catching her by the arm, holding her tightly.)

*red spotlight flickers*

Mr. White: Stop! Don’t… What are you going to do?

Mrs. White: I-i-it’s my boy; it's Herbert! Herbert!

(struggles) It’s him! That’s it, I forgot the cemetery was two
miles away! Why are you stopping me? Let go! I must welcome
him back to us! Our son—

Mr. White: For God's sake don't let it in! Please…(trembling)

We’ve gone through enough.
Mrs. White: You’re afraid of your own son. (struggling) Let me
go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming. Hold on, darling!
(hurries downstairs)

Mr. White: DEAR! DON’T OPEN THE DOOR! COME BACK! DON’T OPEN
IT! WHY WON’T YOU LISTEN?!

Mrs. White: The bolt. Come down. I can't reach it! Darling!
Come quick!

Mr. White: I WONT LET YOU END UP LIKE HER, LIKE HIM!

(pushes mrs. white and she fell and hit her head)
(Mr. White was on his hands and knees groping wildly on the
floor in search of the paw.)

Mr. White: (panics) (cradles her body)N-n-n-no no no Olivia?

I’m sorry, i-i-I didn’t mean to- I-i-it was an accident,
please, y-you wanted to see your son right? Please, come back,
we need you back, (quietly) I need you back. Please (sobs)
(mumbles) The paw! The paw! I need to find the paw! Where is
it?!

Mr. White:(mumbles) The paw! The paw! I can bring her back!
Where is it?! I need to bring her back! I NEED TO WISH!

(He clenches the paw. The knocks kept coming and coming and
then stop)
*spotlights off*

Part IV

Part 4; Scene 1

(while Mr. White murmurs, two men enter the room and restrain
him and Mr. White struggles widly against these men, mr white
screams about the paw and goes crazy)
*white spotlight on the doctors*

Doctor #1: He’s back and he’s getting worse, (checks

clipboard)We must restrain him...bring in the Asenapine and
Opium. (writes observation on clipboard)

Doctor #2: I thought his schizophrenia got better. But now we

can’t get him out of his own world.

Doctor #1: I thought he did too. He kept on mumbling about

something, a paw was it?
Doctor #2: A paw? How silly, last time, it was a snowman
wasn’t it?

Doctor #1: Should we transfer him into another room? The

isolation room perhaps?

Doctor #2: I say that we must, he’s too insane to control, I’m
afraid that he might take the lives of many more.

Doctor #1: like he did with his family?

Doctor #2: even worse.

Doctor #2: Welcome back Mr. White.

*white spotlight onto Mr. White and Harriet*
*Harriet pushes the wheelchair*

Herbert: desire! *red spotlight on Herbert*

Mrs. White: WISH! *red spotlight on Mrs. White*
Harriet: regret... (hugs him from the back)
*white to red spotlight on Mr. White and Harriet*
Mr. White: Desiderio...

*spotlights off*
THE END