UON Edward Albee Who Afraid of Virginia Woolf the Story of Martha & George Script

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Write a prequel to Edward Albee's "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf," about how the story of Martha and George's son comes out.

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CHARACTERS MARTHA, 36 years old GEORGE, 30 years old WOMAN, late twenties SCENE: Campus of a small New England College. Fall, sundown. (MARTHA waits by the steps of an old brick building. GEORGE emerges, hauling a suitcase bursting with papers) MARTHA: Bogged down in your work, Professor Swamp? GEORGE: The history department doesn’t run itself. MARTHA: Maybe it does. You surely don’t run it. GEORGE: What was I supposed to do? Tell the Chair to head back to Germany, dive in an open grave? Jesus. MARTHA: If you did, maybe you’d finally have a book worth writing. (Pause.) Did you want to see me in your office, Professor Swamp? Teach your most troublesome student an extra lesson? GEORGE: No. (Pause.) Let’s just head home. (They walk along the path.) MARTHA: You’re a goddamn dud. You don’t teach, you don’t write, you don’t run the goddamn history department. HISTORY! How hard could that be? I know when General George crossed the Delaware; maybe Dad will let me run it. GEORGE: Then why don’t you. MARTHA: Why don’t I? Why don’t I? I was in the war! But why should that stop me, hunh? I could shoot the rifle with my right hand and grade papers with my left. GEORGE: Sure, go ahead. You sure as hell have nothing better to do. The fridge is empty, the house is a dump...if only I had a wife to keep everything in order. But she’s too busy with the kids—oh, wait! (Pause. A WOMAN pushes a stroller past the couple. MARTHA watches her.) MARTHA: I do, too, have a kid. GEORGE (exasperated): I’d love to meet him. MARTHA: Meet him? What do you mean meet him? He’s Swamp Jr.! Don’t you remember your own son? GEORGE: How can I remember someone who never existed. MARTHA: See, this is why your book was a flop. You have no imagination! You can dream up a matricide but you can’t fathom a child? That’s not storytelling, that’s just sick. You make me sick. GEORGE (feigning concern): Are you sure it’s not just the morning sickness? (He rests his hand on her stomach.) Is Swamp Jr. making you nauseous? MARTHA (swatting his hand away): Don’t touch me! GEORGE: So be it! If you won’t let me touch him then I shall have the right to name him. He’s mine as he is yours! MARTHA: Just a second ago you couldn’t even fathom him. (Pause) Now about the name, what is it you suggest? I bet something ridiculous! GEORGE (With boyish pleasure): Perhaps George! MARTHA (Starts laughing): Don’t be absurd! He is meant to be something other than a flop! He is to be just like my Daddy. He will be everything you are not. (Caresses her stomach) He will have green eyes. Oh my...I felt a kick! GEORGE (He takes hold of her stomach): I don’t feel anything… MARTHA (Pushes him away): Of course you don’t...it is obvious he doesn’t like you. In fact he is disgusted by your presence. GEORGE: Oh my dear Martha, on the contrary he resents living inside you. I can just imagine the horrors he is exposed to in your animal insides. MARTHA: What the hell do you mean by saying those things! I want to go home now! I can’t stand your voice! I need a drink, let’s go. GEORGE (leans down and takes hold of her stomach): My boy don’t listen to your wittle mommy she will never drink again, not while you are in there. MARTHA (pushes his face away and begins to walk toward their house): I can just imagine those green eyes. MARTHA and GEORGE enter the house. GEORGE (sits on the couch with a worried expression): Martha there is something we need to talk about. MARTHA (she doesn’t listen, she moves around the room in search of something): Where can it be? I am sure I left it here. GEORGE: MARTHA! MARTHA (still preoccupied in searching): Where can it be? GEORGE: MARTHA! What is it you are searching for...don’t you see there is something I must talk to you about. MARTHA: What the hell do you mean screaming like that! I am not deaf! GEORGE: It almost seems like you are. But listen… Nobody can know about our son. Do you understand? He is just ours! MARTHA: What do you mean? I was just about to phone my Daddy to tell him the great news. He will finally have an heir, somebody to run the University! GEORGE: Listen, he is to be just ours. He is the only thing I have. My mother and father are gone...I just have him. His image cannot be corrupted by outsiders. Do you understand?
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CHARACTERS;
MARTHA, 36 years old
GEORGE, 30 years old
WOMAN, late twenties
SCENE: Campus of a small New England College. Fall, sundown.
(MARTHA waits by the steps of an old brick building. GEORGE emerges, hauling a suitcase
bursting with papers)
MARTHA: Bogged down in your work, Professor Swamp?
GEORGE: The history department doesn’t run itself.
MARTHA: Maybe it does. You surely don’t run it.
GEORGE: What was I supposed to do? Tell the Chair to head back to Germany, dive in an open
grave? Jesus.
MARTHA: If you did, maybe you’d finally have a book worth writing. (Pause.) Did you want to
see me in your office, Professor Swamp? Teach your most troublesome student an extra
lesson?
GEORGE: No. (Pause.) Let’s just head home. (They walk along the path.)
MARTHA: You’re a goddamn dud. You don’t teach, you don’t write, you don’t run the goddamn
history department. HISTORY! How hard could that be? I know when General George
crossed the Delaware; maybe Dad will let me run it.
GEORGE: Then why don’t you.
MARTHA: Why don’t I? Why don’t I? I was in the war! But why should that stop me, hunh? I
could sh...


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