our hero's mom finds out that her son has secretly been a guardian angel for the past 6 months, and it's not pretty

INT- DAY.  DINER

Caption, “ Mother’s Day “ appears, CRAZYHORSE shows up with flowers.  MOM, CRAZYHORSE’S mother, heavyset, Caucasian, late 40’s, wearing an Indian Sari, bangle earrings, lots of make-up, a big leather bag, and cowboy boots, is seated at a table, holding a bill.

 

                                MOM

                Do you mind telling me what this is?

                (hands CRAZYHORSE the bill in shock)

 

                                CRAZYHORSE

St. Claire’s hospital… This was supposed to be taken care of.

 

                                MOM

Do you really think I give a fuck about the bill?  What I really want to know is did you get stitches for a stab-wound without me knowing about it?  Don’t you think a mother has a right to know these things?

 

 

 

                                CRAZYHORSE

Sit down, Mom, there’s a lot I haven’t been telling you.

                (MOM sits down)

Mom, I’m a Guardian Angel.  You know, those guys with the red berets you see on the trains who fight crime?  I’ve been one of those guys for the past six months and that’s how I got stabbed. 

                (Beat.  MOM takes it in)

 

                                MOM

                What did I do wrong?  Why couldn’t you just tell me?

 

                                CRAZYHORSE

Because I’m a man and you just treat me like a boy.  Because I knew you’d try to talk me out of it.  Because you’re not a man and you’d never understand why men become warriors.

                (MOM tries to speak out but he cuts her off)

And on more thing, Mom, you have cancer, and the last thing I want to do is add more stress to your life because you’re fighting for your life and stress could kill you.

                (MOM starts to break down)

I’m sorry, Mom, that’s just the way it is.

 

                MOM

Where did you lose your faith?  High School?  College?  David, you don’t give people enough credit.  Yes, I have breast cancer, but that doesn’t mean I’m made of glass.  Cancer or not, I’m still your mother. If you can’t tell me things because you’re worried about killing me, then what’s the point of me fighting this battle.  If I die tomorrow, I’d be saving myself a lot of pain; but I refuse to die because I have a family to raise. Do you understand that, David?

 

                CRAZYHORSE

Yeah, Mom, sorry.

 

                MOM

(lightening up)

OK, now, I guess we have a lot to talk about on Mother’s Day.  Thanks for the flowers, David.

 

                CRAZYHORSE

No problem.  Well, anyway, now you know.

 

                MOM

Yes.  Now I know.  Come to think of it, now that I’ve got you here, what else have you been keeping from me, David?

 

 

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