Yuma Parker Scene 1: Big News

SCENE 1: Big News

CHARACTERS:

Yuma:
18 Years old

Yellow Vest, man’s watch that has been adjusted to fit

Mother:
Middle Age

Pearl earrings, pearl necklace, wedding ring

Shoot Location:
Phoenix Metro, AZ
Shoot Date:
TBD

SETTING: Yuma’s Bedroom
Scene 1: Big News

 

Yuma's mother knocks on her door, hesitant to share the truth that will change everything.
Yuma’s mother knocks on her door, hesitant to share the truth that will change everything.
Mother knocks on door, pausing before Yuma is at the closet, putting on her vest and invites her in.

MOTHER: “Good morning, Hun. Um, we, uh, I need to, uh…”

Enters room sits down on Yuma’s bed.

Hesitant and uncomfortable.

YUMA:

What’s wrong, Mom?”

MOTHER:

Well, you’re eighteen now, and I have something to share with you, honey. It’s not going to be easy to say or to hear, but your father and I always said… we were going to do this together, but then he…”

Stops, looking down at the box in her lap.

MOTHER:

Yuma, I love you, and I want you to know that Dad loved you very much.”

YUMA:

What is it, Mom?”

Mother opens box and pulls out a manila envelope, and very slowly takes out an old birth certificate and hands it to Yuma. Pause for several moments.

Her mother opens box and pulls out a manila envelope, and very slowly takes out an old birth certificate and hands it to Yuma.
Her mother opens box and pulls out a manila envelope, and very slowly takes out an old birth certificate and hands it to Yuma.
MOTHER:

Yuma, this doesn’t change how I feel about you or how much your father loved you, honey, you, you’re… you’re adopted.”

YUMA:

Adopted?”

Confusion and surprise turns to anger.

Why didn’t you tell me before? You’re a LIAR! You made me believe…”

“Adopted?” Confusion and surprise turned to anger. “Why didn't you tell me before? You're a LIAR! You made me believe...” She began to really cry and her words were incoherent.
“Adopted?”
Confusion and surprise turned to anger.
“Why didn’t you tell me before? You’re a LIAR! You made me believe…”
She began to really cry and her words were incoherent.
Incoherent, ad lib, angry ranting.

Yuma tears the birth certificate in half and storms out of the room crying, slamming the door angrily behind her. Mother stays on the bed, twirling her wedding ring absently, tears on her face.

Yuma Parker in her room the morning after her eighteenth birthday

Scene 2: Temporary

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