Waiting for Redman
By Paul Clark
A modernised interpretation of Jacob's meeting with Esau. An event that
forced Jacob to face and wrestle with his demons before God and which I
think finally led him to faith in God. We too may need to wrestle with
God over those we need to be reconciled with and ask for forgiveness from.
Inspired from a sermon by Rev. Nerida Drake.
Genesis 32 & 33.
(Scene: Two-face is sitting watching TV in his share house when his flat
mates come home with some disturbing news.)
Jack: (Enters, pleased with his news) Hey Two-face, guess who I just
saw in town? Red your brother.
Two-face: (A bit disturbed but hiding it) So?
Jack: Thought you'd like to know so you can run and hide like last
Two-face: Hey I didn't run and hide. I just went away for a while,
Jack: Like I said, run and hide! (Sitting down)
Steve: (Enters, to Two-face) Hey, youíll never guess who I just ran
into down the pub. Your brother! I didnít know you had a brother. (Sitting
down) Mate is he keen to see you. Is he a boxer of something? Pretty buff!
Jack: Iíve heard heís been in training all these years to get back
at a bloke who double crossed him.
Steve: Wouldnít like to be that poor sod.
Two-face: You didnít tell him our phone number or anything.
Steve: What sort of friend do you take me for? I mean heís your brother,
I invited him around!
Two-face: (Stands up, starting to worry, pacing the room) Oh no!
Steve: What did I do?
Jack: You just dobbed in the poor sod!
Steve: Donít tell me. Two-face you idiot, double crossed your own brother!
Now donít worry, I didnít think youíd be in till morning. Youíve got plenty
of time to skip town.
Jack: Yeah, boork, boork (chicken noises)
Two-face: (Two-face has grabbed a cricket bat and is wringing the handle
with worry) I donít know this time. Iíve been running for too long.
Steve: (To Jack) What did he do anyway?
Jack: This fool played favourites with his parents. Played his mother
against his father to get what he wanted. When his father finally carked
it, stole off with the stuff that should have been his brothers.
Two-face: It wasnít like that, I won it fair and square in a bet.
Jack: Yeah, the sort of bet you have when the other bloke thinks youíre
Steve: Mate, Two-face. I thought some of your business scams were a
bit oily, but that one takes the cake.
Jack: Where do you think he got his nick-name. It might as well be
his birth name, Two-faced!
Steve: No wonder his brotherís seeing red, he, he. Get it, red, his
Jack: Stay off the humour Steve, leave that to me.
Two-face: What am I gonna do?
Jack: Run like always. Weíll look after your stuff!
Two-face: Iím tired of running.
Jack: Should have thought about that before you started ripping people
Two-face: (Looks at his bat, has an idea) Steve, can you do me a favour
Steve: Sure. Iíll look after you bat while youíre gone. (Stands up
and takes the bat)
Two-face: No, I want you to take it, take it back to the pub where
you saw my brother and give it to him as a gift, from me.
Jack: (Standing to his feet, grabbing the bat) Whoa, hold it, hold
it. Time out here. No way man. This is your ashes bat. Signed by both teams
after the 2003 ashes tour. You canít give this away. You won this fair
and square at that cock fight, I was there. (Looking at the bat) Who would
have thought Phil Tuffnell would have captained England?
Two-face: Iím sorry Jack. (Takes the bat and gives it back to Steve)
This is the only way. Take it Steve.
Steve: If you say so. (Steve leaves)
Two-face: And Jack, take this to my brother (Hands him a war medal)
Jack: (Doesnít take it, hands up defensively) No way man. This is what
started all this. I donít want to get involved. Why did you steal your
old manís war medals in the first place.
Two-face: Youíre right. I stole them. Iíve been living a lie all these
years. These were my fatherís prized possessions. They meant everything
to him. So much pain and suffering. They were who he was. He wanted his
name to live on through them, through his son. His perfect son. I never
matched up. Couldnít hunt or dig. It wasnít my fault I was better at business,
corporate work. But my old man was blue collar through and through.
I think itís time I did the one thing that would make my father proud.
Get my life and his family back together.
Jack: You canít buy your way out of this one.
Two-face: I just need to buy some time. Time to think. Think and pray.
Jack: Pray? You must be serious. Or going bonkers.
Two-face: I donít think Iíve ever been more serious. But Iím new at
Jack: (Taking the medal) Sure mate. Iíll do it. Iíll take this to him.
Donít know what Iíll say, but Iíll think of something.
Two-face: Thanks mate (Jack leaves. Two-face falls to his knees.) Hey
God. If youíre up there. The one my father used to pray to. I canít even
remember your name. Hey, I need you. Iím lost, broken. I donít know what
to do. My lifeís a mess. One scam after another. One broken deal after
another. Gee, Iíve hurt a lot of people along the way. What about
my family? My parents? I think they both died of broken hearts Ďcause of
me. I donít know what to do. My brotherís going to kill me. My friendís
right, I only know how to buy my way out, but not this time, not with Red.
Iíve heard that your way is forgiveness, but I canít even forgive myself.
How would Red ever do it. I canít even ask, donít even know why youíre
listening. What was your name?
Sound effects: a storm with rain, wind, lightening and thunder.
Two-face: Take me, God. Kill me. Do it with Red. It doesnít matter
any more. I deserve to die, the way Iíve lived, the way Iíve treated people.
But if you let me live Iíll change my ways. Iíll serve you always. Get
my life straightened out. Patch up things with all those people. All those
people! Iíll live like my old man, for the benefit of others, not for myself
any more. Either way Iím a dead man. Do you hear me God? Do you?
Ha! Listen to me. Trying to bargain with God. Take me God. Iím yours. Can
you hear me? Can you? Are you for real? Touch me. Send me a sign so Iíll
know. Iím not going away. Iím here God. Broken but willing. You better
take me Lord or youíre never going to get any peace. You think this storm
scares me! Arghhhh! (Falls to the ground) Oh my hip (Trying to get
up). What happened? Itís out of joint. (Jolts his body as if getting it
back in) Arghh. Man, when I asked for a touch Lord I didnít mean that hard!
(The storm has gone and itís morning.)
Steve: (Enters, sheepishly) Man, what a storm last night.
Two-face: Iíll say.
Steve: Urm, thereís someone here to see you. (In comes Red, looking
big and mean)
Redman: Whatís the big idea behind this cricket bat, and Dadís medals?
Two-face: You can have the cricket bat. But you deserve the medal.
You are the one who has done dad proud.
Two-face: Look Iím sorry Bro, for the mess Iíve made of things.
Redman: (Taking Two-face in his arms and giving him an affectionate
headlock.) Come here you big boof. Iíve forgiven you for all that. Wasnít
going to let that spoil my life. I own half of South Australia. Since they
discovered the remedial benefits of rabbit meat Iíve become a multi millionaire.
Even have the original of that cricket bat, not a dodgy copy.
Two-face: Itís a copy?
Redman: Mark Waugh - W A R? Come on.
Two-face: Then you forgive me?
Redman: Yeah. Donít you remember anything from those old Bible stories
Dad used to tell us? (Two-face shakes his head no) Always plotting, never
Two-face: My real name.
Redman: Come on then Bro, letís go have a beer together, for old times
Two-face: Sure thing (They start to leave).
Redman: You know, I think youíre starting to do Dad proud, all this
Redman: And I bet youíve forgotten something else.
Redman: His name is Jesus. (They exit)
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