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This one act play is a work of fiction.
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by Willie James Jones.
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Library of Congress Control number:
2009908697
ISBN Number: 978-0-9822222-1-8
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the Time I’m Twenty was produced as a drama for television and aired in
2009 with the following cast.
(In order of Appearance)
Swanna……………………..Tamika Thomas
Mamma…………………..…….Renee Maria
Postal Worker………….…Robert Bragg, III
Winston………………………..Ghazi Suttles
L.C………………………….…..Tim Black
Dad…………………….Willie
James Jones
Written, Produced & Directed by Willie James Jones
Co-Producer
/ Assistant Director: Gwen Gordon
Production Manager: Costume / Make Up
April Wilson Supervision:
Donny
McFinley
Cinematography:
David Pinkelton Willie James Jones Fred
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NARRATOR: It is a promising time
in life when many teenagers like
(As the curtain rises we hear rap music playing from the radio. Lawrence
is sitting on the couch filling out a job application while his sister, Swanna,
is sitting at the kitchen table studying for an exam at her high school. The
telephone rings, but no one answers. Soon their mother enters with a bag of
food and puts it on the table. She takes off her coat and answers the phone).
MAMMA: (Angrily) Don’t you two
hear the phone ringing? What kind of
school work are you doing with the radio on, anyway?
MAMMA: Swanna!
SWANNA: (Not looking up) Yes, Mamma?
MAMMA: I said get the phone
whenever you hear it ringing! (Picks up
the phone receiver).
LAWRENCE / SWANNA: (Together) Yes ma’m.
MAMMA: Hello? These kids are sitting right by the phone, still won’t answer it. What is it, sweetheart? That car stopped again, Joe? (Pause) Won’t say anything, uh? (Sighs)
Yeah. But I was about to fix dinner. (Pause) Okay. (Hangs up the phone). Listen, kids. Your daddy’s car stopped on the way home from work again. I’ve got to go pick him up. Swanna?
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SWANNA: M’am?
MAMMA: Make you and your brother a sandwich until I get back with your daddy.
SWANNA: He’s big enough to make his own sandwich, Mamma.
SWANNA: Who you talking to?
MAMMA: Shut up, boy! You too, girl! You know Lawrence better have that application finished tonight so he can see Mr. Bennett in the morning about that cashier’s job.
SWANNA: Aw, when is he gonna do something for me, Mamma?
SWANNA: My room ain’t dirty. Plus, I don’t want you in there. You might steal something.
SWANNA: (Laughs) Boy, you’re only in the 9th grade. You can’t do 12th grade work.
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SWANNA: I’m on the honor roll. (Snaps her finger)
MAMMA: Knock it off you two. The last time
SWANNA: (Laughs) Oh,
yeah? What did you burn,
SWANNA: Where was I Mamma?
MAMMA: You spent the night over to
your cousin’s. (Pause)
MAMMA: Your daddy and I are also going to go talk to that real estate man tonight about closing the deal on that house we looked at last week.
SWANNA: (Excited) You
mean that pretty house in
MAMMA: Stop acting silly, child. We’ll see.
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MAMMA: Didn’t you work with “Earn and Learn” last summer?
Put it down.
MAMMA: Put it down, son. (Crosses to the door) I’m going to get your daddy now, so behave yourselves and don’t let anyone in here while I’m gone, understand?
SWANNA: Yes, m’am.
MAMMA:
MAMMA: By the way, I saw your little hoodlum friend, Winston, hanging around the neighborhood earlier. Call 911 if he comes near this house.
(Knock at the door)
MAMMA: (Irritated) Yeah, on your friend! He’s all over the news these days since the police started looking for him.
(Mamma opens the door. There is a postal worker with a package)
POSTAL WORKER: Good afternoon, m’am.
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MAMMA: Hi. Mail running kind of late, isn’t it? It’s
POSTAL WORKER: Yeah. I have a package that needs to be signed by a
Lawrence Robinson. (Shows her a slip of
paper)
MAMMA:
MAMMA: What do you mean, you don’t know? That’s your second package this month. (To postal worker) Where is the regular mail carrier?
POSTAL WORKER: Out sick, Miss.
MAMMA: Oh. Well, I hope he feels better soon.
POSTAL WORKER: Thanks. I’ll let him know. Good Afternoon. (Exits)
MAMMA: Bye. (To
MAMMA: You sure that’s for you? You don’t seem too curious.
MAMMA: (Snaps back) Don’t
get smart with me, boy. It’s still got my last name on it. All right. I’m gone
now. (Exits)
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LAWRENCE/SWANNA: Bye, Mamma.
SWANNA:
(Swanna shows her displeasure with his rudeness).
BLACK OUT