SCENE 1: OPENING
MARLEY AND THE BRIDGES MOVE TO SIT AT THE BAR. IN ORDER FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: SCROOGE, BRIDGE 2, BRIDGE 1, MARLEY.
QUARTET with SCROOGE, THE BRIDGES, and MARLEY
Seven years. I haven’t seen him in seven years. Haven’t heard him play in seven years. Seven.
Marley. Jacob Marley. My – my. My partner.
Not just my -
*sigh*(sped up) Jacob Marley was my and he died Jacob Marley haven’t heard him play…
Silence. Seven silence silence seven years haven’t held his -
I don’t want to fucking be here (louder) I! *echoes of I*
It’s a frigid, foggy, fucking Christmas Eve and here I am, Ebenezer Scrooge, your main character morose. You don’t need to know what I do. You don’t need my details. Whatever version of me you want to put in your head as you watch against my will my story…so be it.
It’s not my life anymore, is it. A fucking ghost I am, if ghosts could walk this earth. But they can’t. There’s nothing so fantastical in this life now that he’s…now that I’m –
Fuck this night. Fuck this day, fuck this season. There’s no magic here. Just me. And you (grabs onto drink).
THE NARRATOR ENTERS FROM STAGE RIGHT, GLAMOROUS AND BOISTEROUS IN HER STRIDE.
Ooooo! He's fucking EDGY!