Michael: A Man in his 30’s.
Roy: A Man up to 60 yrs.
Antony & Craig: in between these two ages.
A small group of men wait at a bus stop. They all stare ahead.
Are you guys waiting for the bus…
(others nod) … to search for missing…
(others nod) … fathers?
Great! I thought I missed it. [long
pause] Say, how long have you been
Thirty five years.
I’m sure it will be along soon.
It takes time to get to this point in
any journey. To make this trip, it
So how did you lose your father?
Left me behind on a pool table in the
local when I was just a baby. Left me
beside a one dollar bill he had racked
up for his next game.
Oh but did he have an eye for a sure
He could pick a winner with his eyes
That man had a hell of a talent. He’d
have gone pro if the family hadn’t
pinned him down so you.
Hopes dashed! A waste of a good future!
A true tragedy!
It’d take you to the brink wouldn’t it?
My old man is on his death-bed; rotten
guts from rot gut. Thing is… we never
had enough food to eat when I was a
kid, but he always had the drink oh yes
On the rocks… or neat.. oh hello! she’s
Twenty-three years he managed to
mismanage his double life – it was us
and the barmaid.
Two mortgages, Two cars.
He couldn’t feed her kids either.
But she could satisfy his needs oh yes
He was in prison for most of my life.
He’d drink & gamble, lose & then get
rough. One day he hit the wrong person.
The man had a hell of a left hook!
He could have been a prize fighter!
Float like a butterfly! The best of the
A god damn natural and what did he go
Wasted it on a woman! Knocked her up
then knocked her out!
Shame, it’s a god damn shame!
Gave her a broken neck just like the
whiskey bottle he used on her.
It’s enough to drive you to drink isn’t
(yell out something different each)
Whiskey! Wine! Bourbon! Vodka!
All look at CRAIG.
Last I heard he was sitting in a puddle
of his own piss under the freeway
bridge. Sometimes I walk over that
bridge on my way home, but I’m too
scared to look underneath it…
When I find him, I’m going to ask him
All pause and stare at the front.
Do you have kids?
All speak together enthusiastically like a commercial for
ROY: A girl! / CRAIG: A baby boy! / ANTONY: Twins, one of
each! / MICHAEL: A pigeon pair.
They all expand on this as they pull out wallets and
pictures and show them around.
Reflecting on own photographs.
A baby girl! What a pearl! She looks
just like her mother!
A baby boy full of joy! Look at the
smile he’s a charmer!
Twins, a pair, a double shot of fun!
One of each, the pigeon pair! The
(responding to Roy’s photo)
Oh she’s just darling and just new!
Congratulations Dad old man!
Oh, this shot is a couple of years old
now. I don’t see her as much as I
It’s been 2 years since I saw them… you
know I should write more.
My kids have different mothers dash it!
I see one more than the other.
My boy… he calls his stepfather Dad…
it’s easier that way.
All fall quiet and contemplate the contents of their
In this wallet is the content of my
Just bits of paper with ink on them.
That’s what it all boils down to.
Little bits of ticket tape.
Without the parade.
A parking ticket, a bar tab, a phone
Leslie! She’s a barmaid at my local.
Swell girl, really listens to me when I
need to talk it out.
How long will it take?
How long will it take to find our
I’m sure the bus will be along soon.
It’s different for each man you know.
This is my fourth trip. I’m a regular
on this ride.
A man enters the stage. He carries a clipboard.
Ok, we have a bus. You guys all
waiting… (all nod)… for the bus (all
nod)… to the AA meeting?
We’re ready to board, come on.
Only thing my father ever gave me.
The cop out.
Happy Fathers’ Day.
When I find my father, I’m gonna ask
When I find my son…… it will be too
late to explain.
Men shuffle off.