WHILE YOU WERE AWAY – A play by the Fall 2015 Documentary Theatre Class (RCHUM 334)
Scene #20: “Visiting Day” written by Tim Hurley
Prisoner ~ Man, this is like a living fucking nightmare
C/O ~ OK Hurley (finishing pat-down) Let’s go
You’re one of the lucky ones. The vast majority don’t get visits.
Prisoner ~ Yeah…I guess you’re right, but I feel like such a fuck-up.
C/O ~ Well, you are! This is prison! At least your kid still loves you.
(Pointing to Timmy) Is that him over there?
Prisoner ~ Yeah, that’s him. He’s my oldest and looks scared to death.
C/O ~ OK Hurley, let’s go. Remember, you can’t accept anything from visitors. Nothing!
Is that your ex? Pretty lady…boy, YOU REALLY FUCKED UP!
Prisoner ~ Thanks for the edifying reminder
(Prisoner/dad and C/O enter the visiting room, Timmy rushes to meet his dad, visibly upset, drops to
his knees on the verge of tears, prisoner/dad kneels with him face to face)
Prisoner ~ It’s OK little guy What’s wrong?
C/O ~ HEY YOU!
(Prisoner briefly glances at C/O with a barely disguised look of dismissive contempt then turns
attention back to son)
Prisoner ~ Aaaanyway…what’s wrong little guy?…you look scared
Timmy ~ (barely audible…affecting a tough guy, 8 year old persona) I’m not scared, I just hate
seeing you in this place.
C/O ~ (Now walking towards prisoner & son) YOU GET ONE KISS AND ONE EMBRACE!
Prisoner ~ (Glaring at C/O) Are you serious? THIS IS MY SON!
C/O ~ I don’t care if he’s the Pope! Hurley. I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!
Policy Directive 05.03.140 clearly states; “One hug, one kiss”
Prisoner ~ Does the policy indicate how long an initial embrace can be?
C/O ~ Don’t be a smart ass.
Prisoner ~ But, he’s my son. Can’t you see how upset he is?
C/O ~ (Nodding towards an imaginary surveillance camera)
Can’t you see I could lose my job?
Prisoner ~ (Looking with frustrated paternal care) Sorry Timmy. Don’t worry about it…hey, how you
doing? How’s school going?
Timmy ~ School sucks. I miss playing Mario Kart with you dad.
Prisoner ~ (chuckling) I do too…hey, wanna’ play catch?
(Prisoner sitting down on floor with son removing his socks to roll in a ball)
Timmy ~ (Cracks 1st smile) Sure…you won’t get in trouble?
Prisoner ~ Naw…I’m a model prisoner. You know how I like rules.
Timmy ~ Yeah…riiiiight.
(Now tossing sock ball back and forth…Timmy starts to relax a little)
Prisoner ~ How you dealing with all this?
Timmy ~ How are you dealing with it?…gosh dad, this is no place for you.
Prisoner ~ Is that what you’re so upset about?
Timmy ~ No, dad…I thought I did something wrong and that’s why you’re here..