Ties - A father and son cannot communicate with or accept each other until forgiveness for
either of them weighs too heavily.
Andrew (20s to 30’s)
Dad (50s to 70’s)
(Voice of Mom)
(Voice of Greg)
ANDREW
Mom...? It’s me. I know you called me earlier...and well, I am...calling you back...
The man now tries to get to the phone, though it appears each move is a struggle...he is breathing
heavy...
ANDREW (cont'd)
...I’ve been busy...looking for a job and IThe man reaches the phone, he picks it up, presses a button places it to his ear breathing heavy...
MAN
--Hello? Hello?
The answering machine is clicked off...
Andrew says nothing, he just listens...
MAN (cont'd)
Andrew? You still there, son? Andrew? (breathing heavy and then coughing) Andrew?
Andrew takes a deep sigh, he is just about to click the phone off, but he doesn’t...
ANDREW
This is Andrew...
MAN
Andrew...it’s...your father.
ANDREW
Oh. (quickly) I didn’t think anyone was there. I was gonna leave a message for mom.
MAN
I was just sleeping, the voice on the machine woke me up.
ANDREW
(sarcastic) Oh...well...didn’t mean to do that.
MAN
No...no..it’s good...that you called.
ANDREW
Yeah. Well, would you tell her I called?
MAN
Yeah...sure.
ANDREW
Okay. Great. Well, I haftaMAN
(quickly) --Um, so how...um...well how have things been...going?
ANDREW
Things? (very long pause) Things? And what kind of things would those be? Look, this connection
sucks...I’m on the road...
MAN
Oh...I don’t know...things with your life.
ANDREW
My life? Look...daaa...(catches himself) I don’t really have time toMAN
--You um...still...still...well you know...
ANDREW
Gay? Is that what you wanted to know, dad?
MAN
No...no...I know you’re that. Are you still with...with that guy?
ANDREW
His name is Greg.
MAN
Yeah...Greg...sorry, your mother told me all about him.
ANDREW
Oh, that’s right...she told you all about him...you know why? Because she met him. She came out to see
me...
MAN
(overlapping) I know. I know...
ANDREW
(overlapping) You know? Huh? What the hell do you know? You know what you know? You know shit.
You know nothing about me, you know nothing about who I am. (waving out front) C’mon people!
Move it! I’m not that scared little eighteen year old, afraid to tell you who I am anymore. (screaming)
YOU HEAR ME?!