Our Father Who's Not in Heaven
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OUR FATHER WHO’S NOT IN HEAVEN a play by Fred Gordon [email protected] 1 CAST OF CHARACTERS NABIL KAKON = 28, born in Morocco, tall, wiry, light-skinned, easy charm, feline energy, wants to be very smart AADI KAKON = 24, NABIL’S brother, born in Morocco, restless, study, shorter than his brother, long ponytail, a good soldier NIOMI BEREZLOVICH = 52, born in Israel and grew up in the US, very smart, athletic, very attractive, has seen various wars and has survived AARON BEREZLOVICH = 26, NIOMI’S son, born in the Israel, moved to US at 13, careful, educated, thoughtful, well groomed ZAKARIYYA BEREZLOVICH = 23, NIOMI’S son, born in the Israel, moved to US at 10, doesn’t want to be a puppy any more, smarter than he thinks *DAVID SOUSSAN = 53, born in Morocco, well dressed, silver hair, glasses, oozes confidence, money, and power; has climbed various ladders *URI BEREZLOVICH (VOICE ONLY) = 50, born in Russia and speaks with an Israeli accent, sounds tough and a little weary *KWANG WONG-XI (VOICE ONLY) = 44, Chinese born in Hong Kong, raised in London, educated in Israel, international businessman *can be played by the same actor SETTING = in and around New York City TIME = June 2017 2 OUR FATHER WHO'S NOT IN HEAVEN a play i Music from OUR FATHER WHO'S NOT IN HEAVEN digital file: #1. Avi Toledano - "Hora," fades up. NABIL (Naa-BIY-L) KAKON, 28, enters a party hall in Tel Aviv as colorful, projected laser lights twinkle around the room. Wearing a hand-embroidered, long sleeve, waist-length caftan tunic and white pants, NABIL is Moroccan, tall, wiry, light skinned, has very short hair, and smiles easily with charm that doesn't hide his feline energy. He gestures and waves to "everyone" around the room and in the audience who are eager to greet him. AADI (Uh-DEE) KAKON, 24, NABIL’S brother, Moroccan, long hair in a ponytail, dressed vaguely as military, a bulldog ready to snap. He follows behind NABIL. As NABIL walks around the room greeting his friends, he occasionally sings in Hebrew the words to “Hora” (see Appendix). NABIL: Hello, hello, good, good, good to see you, thanks to you all for coming to my party. And a wonderful thanks to my brother, Aadi, for flying in from New York and making this possible. Aadi, where’s Addi? (NABIL turns around, sees AADI behind him, and gives him a big hug. The crowd cheers.) Yes! Hello, hello to all! (To “individuals” in the “crowd”: ) Welcome to Tel Aviv, Simo, thank you for coming up, you devil you, and how is your wife and your two little children? Still in Jaffa? Good, good, good, I hope I’m not keeping you from our work, Said. … Thank you. … Hey, Youssef, you sweetheart you, you came to my little party! … You are still magnificent. AADI’S cell phone rings and he answers it and listens intently. He hangs up, makes a small, celebratory gesture, goes to his brother and whispers in his ear. NABIL nods his head, pats AADI’S cheek. NABIL (to the crowd) Thank you – take some of this food back to your family. … You’re still in Ashdod, yes? Tov. We need your eagle eyes watching those container ships going in and out – in and out – right? Right! NABIL walks around the room “shaking” hands, “hugging,” accepting “congratulations”. His brother follows him. NABIL stops in the center of the stage and raises his arms. NABIL You warm my beating heart, you are my – my family. Wherever we all come from – Russia, Budapest, – Morocco! Ah -- Morocco of my parents – ! We’re all Israelis, we love our country, we love our family, we want peace -- prosperity – here’s to a golden future. We can do it! Yes? Eat! Drink! Make love! Today is sunshine and raisins – I start my new life – free and in your open arms. Today is honey – today is our return! (to AADI: ) Tomorrow: New York – you have it all arranged with them, with David, yes? (AADI nods his head, places both hands on NABIL’S face, and nods.) Mezyan (“Good”). Too bad about Uri, yes? (AADI shrugs.) NABIL (raises his arms and sings and dances to the music) I am home! La la la-la la-la la la la-la la-la la…! 3 BLACKOUT. Sound of plane flying. ii A plain, pine coffin is downstage in a Jewish chapel . June, 2017, on the north shore of Long Island, New York. NIOMI BEREZLOVICH, 52, stands behind the coffin, facing the audience, as her children AARON BEREZLOVICH, 26, and his brother, ZAKARIYYA BEREZLOVICH , 23, walk past the coffin and then stand together on the side. The men wear yarmulkes. NIOMI God gave Uri life. God gave Uri to me. God gave us Aaron and Zakariyya. But it was evil that took Uri’s life and our God will never forgive. Good and evil are in our eyes and God is on my side. Our side. ZAKARIYYA nods. AARON On behalf of my brother, Zakariyya, and our mother, thank you all for coming. A “line of mourners” file past them. NIOMI, ZAKARIYYA, and AARON hug and kiss each “person” who “hugs” and “kisses” them. The brothers push the casket off-stage. Iii Lights fade out and fade up on the two brothers sitting on folding chairs. AARON Piece of shit. ZAK Who? AARON Our father, Uri Berezlovich, the bear who wouldn’t think. ZAK Could have been even been who knows maybe even our never-ending Bibi – he’s got fingers everywhere. AARON Lower your voice. It wasn’t political – something about money -- Abba (“Father”)! Ah! Stupid and smart – what a deadly combination. I kept telling him, but, no, he always knew better. Swagger and bling, look where it got him, this wasn’t an accident, too many enemies. ZAK And too violent. I loved Abba, but he could be really a fuck-all. Oh, Aaron, I can’t believe he’s not here with us. 4 AARON I wonder what David knows. And don’t you be a fuck-all now, Zak, maybe okay when we were kids in Israel, maybe okay now in certain places, too – but your party nights at Brandeis are over – we’re not safe anymore -- not enough family anymore, too much money not enough honor, no Biblical history – watch your back, stay close, I’m telling you everyone in New York walks around with an errection and a machete. ZAK Even the women. No one’s gonna fuck with us again, Aaron, I promise you that. How long do we have to sit Shiva? I want to find those shit-heads. AARON One day’s enough, then we get ‘em. ZAK I’m gonna plant a tree for Abba – no, a forest and name it “Uri Lives” – you Moroccan fuckers, you call yourself Jews? We’ll get you. AARON We only suspect – we need proof for David and we need it cool, Zak, cool. ZAK An accident? The fuck it was. NIOMI (enters) You boys ready or are you going to sit on your tush all day? AARON One day – that’s it – for Shiva. NIOMI Not on your life. We’ll feed ‘em back at the house, then tonight we start. From another side of the room, NABIL and AADI enter. They wear dark suits and yarmulkes. AARON Hey! NABIL I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner and please excuse me for not calling first – you know I was detained – for – a while. Sorry for your loss. NIOMI How did you -- ? NABIL Oh, I’m a free man now, spreading my wings – I thought David told you, no? But real sorry for your loss, he loved the two of you, boys – and you, too, of course, Niomi. In his way – well, in his ways – but we all know about them, right? 5 AARON You don’t belong here, Nabil. NABIL Niomi, we got to remember Uri because he was – down deep – an extraordinary man. AADI Oh, yeah, many qualities. NABIL Maybe need two more for a minyan, huh? NIOMI Leave. NABIL We need to work things out. AARON Leave. NABIL Velo tosifu leda’ava od.* (*Hebrew for Ashkenazic saying when leaving the shiva house: “And may you have no more sorrow.”) Well, bon voyage, and, as they say in this country: we’ll be in touch. I love America. (Touches his heart) Uhg, I know your pain. You don’t mind if we grab some of that Jewish food – oh, I love whitefish and Nova and cream cheese on a famous New York bagel – it’s the water, you know? Can’t get that in Tel Aviv. Ciao for now. NABIL and AADI exit. ZAK Shoot ‘em both – now! NIOMI Think long term, boys, don’t move in on him now. Wait ‘til we talk with David. AARON (looks at his watch) His fancy little Gulfstream is just about to land at JFK. NIOMI David will come to us, understand? ZAK Make sure they stay around for a bit and stuff themselves. Got some tiny Israeli trackers for his rented car. Jose will tell me which one is his. 6 AARON Probably some big monster car that glitters. ZAK That stupid ohel hara (“shit-eater”). NIOMI We need absolute proof. ZAK For Abba, I promise. AARON I promise. NIOMI (opens her arms and they all embrace. To URI: ) I promise you. ZAK goes off. NIOMI You both have the best of us. FADE. Iv Sounds of planes landing and taking off, fades.