SCRIPT MOTHER’S DAY

Tanushree :- Mrs. Annie Pearson

Garima:- George Pearson
Sanskriti:- Doris Pearson
Mili :- Cyril Pearson
Kavya :- Mrs. Fiss
Fashra :- Charlie spence
Sanskar :- son of miss Fiss {Oliver}
Set up :-{It is an afternoon in early autumn and the stage can be well lit.
Mrs Pearson at right, and Mrs Fitzgerald at left, are sitting opposite each
other at the small table, on which are two tea-cups and saucers and the
cards with which Mrs Fitzgerald has been telling Mrs Pearson’s fortune. Mrs
Pearson is a pleasant but worried-looking woman in her forties. Mrs Fitzgerald
is older, heavier and a strong and sinister personality. She is smoking. It is
very important that these two should have sharply contrasting voices — Mrs
Pearson speaking in a light, flurried sort of tone, with a touch of suburban
Cockney perhaps; and Mrs Fitzgerald with a deep voice, rather Irish perhaps}

Mrs. Fitzgerald: [collecting up the cards] And that’s all I

can tell you, Mrs. Pearson. It could be good fortune. It
could be a bad one. It all depends on you now. Make up
your mind — and there it is.
Mrs. Pearson: [ LOOKING UPSET WITH HAND ON HER
CHIN] hmm
Mrs. Fiss: what happened you look upset ??
Mrs. Pearson: [ with an irritable sad emotion ] Actually
miss Fiss the thing is my family treats me like a maid I
feel like a private cooperate employee I’m miserable (sob
)
Mrs. Fiss: Well, I think …. Maybe I can help you out
Mrs. Pearson : no no no I love my family, I’m so fond of
them even if they’re thoughtless and selfish .. They don’t
mean to be
Mrs. Fiss: oh come on !! if I would be at your place I
would definitely leave my husband and kids and being
this pretty I would marry a handsome man rich ,tall who
would treat me like a princess ..
Mrs. Pearson :I know you mean well but I just can’t – and
It’s of no use
Mrs. Fiss: then let me do it for you … [ magical ball]
Mrs. Fiss: I have got an idea...(pause) we change places.
Or -----really bodies you look like
me I look like you
Miss Pearson: -but that’s impossible
Miss Fiss: -how do you know ever tried it
Miss Pearson: - no ofc not
Miss Fiss:- I have. won’t last, but long enough for what we
want to do
Miss p:- well I don’t know if it is right ?
Miss Fiss:- just don’t think about anything now look at
me ..give me your hand(azrath matrion zintos)
[ After the spell has been spoken, both women, still
grasping hands, go lax, as if the life were out of them.
Then both come to life, but with the personality of the
other. Each must try to adopt the voice and mannerisms
of the other. So now Mrs Pearson is bold and dominating
and Mrs Fitzgerald is nervous and fluttering.]

Mrs. Pearson: [Now with Mrs Fitzgerald’s personality] See

what I mean, dear? [She notices the cigarette] Here —
you don’t want that. [She snatches it and puts it in her
own mouth, puffing contentedly.]
Mrs. Fitzgerald: [with Mrs Pearson’s personality] Oh — it’s
happened. But whatever shall I do, Mrs Fitzgerald?
George and the children can’t see me like this.
Mrs. Pearson: [grimly] They aren’t going to—that’s the
point. They’ll have me to deal with—only they won’t know
it.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: [Still alarmed] But what if we can’t
change back? It’ud be terrible.
Mrs. Pearson: Here steady,
Mrs. Pearson—if you had to live my life it wouldn’t be so
bad. You’d have more fun than you’d have had as much
fun as you.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: Yes, but I don’t want to be anybody else...
Mrs. Pearson: Now—stop worrying. It’s easier changing
back—I can do it any time we want...
Mrs. Fitzgerald: Well—do it now...
Mrs. Pearson.: Not likely. I’ve got to deal with your family
first. That’s the idea, isn’t it? Didn’t know how to begin
with ‘em, you said. Well. I’ll show you
Mrs. Fitzgerald: But what am I going to do?
Mrs. Pearson: Go into my house for a bit, there’s nobody
there, then pop back and see how we’re doing. You ought
to enjoy it. Better get off now before one of ’em comes.
Mrs. Fitzgerald: [nervously rising] Yes—I suppose that’s
best. You’re sure it’ll be all right?
Mrs. Pearson: [chuckling] It’ll be wonderful. Now off you
go, dear.
[Mrs. Fitzgerald crosses and hurries out through the door
right. Left to herself, Mrs. Pearson smokes away —lighting
another cigarette—and begins laying out the cards for
patience on the table. After a few moments Doris Pearson
comes bursting in left. She is a pretty girl in her early
twenties, who would be pleasant enough if she had not
been spoilt.]
Doris: [before she has taken anything in] Mum —you’ll
have to iron my yellow silk. I must wear it tonight. [She
now sees what is happening and is astounded.] What are
you doing? [She moves down left center.]
[Mrs. Pearson now uses her ordinary voice, but her
manner is not fluttering and apologetic but cool and
incisive.]
Mrs. Pearson: [not even looking up] What do you think I’m
doing— whitewashing the ceiling?
Doris: [still astounded] But you’re smoking!
Mrs. Pearson: That’s right, dear. No law against it, is
there?
Doris: But I thought you didn’t smoke.
Mrs. Pearson: Then you thought wrong.
Doris: Are we having tea in the kitchen?
Mrs. Pearson: Have it where you like, dear.
Doris: [angrily] Do you mean it isn’t ready?
Mrs. Pearson: Yours isn’t. I’ve had all I wanted. You might
go out later and get a square meal at the Clarendon.
Doris: [hardly believing her ears] Who might?
Mrs. Pearson: I might. Who do you think?
Doris: [staring at her] Mum—what’s the matter with you?
Mrs. Pearson: Don’t be silly.
Doris: [indignantly] It’s not me that’s being silly—and I
must say it’s a bit much when I’ve been working hard all
day and you can’t even bother to get my tea ready. Did
you hear what I said about my yellow silk?
Mrs. Pearson: No. Don’t you like it now? I never did
. Doris: [indignantly] Of course I like it. And I’m going to
wear it tonight. So I want it ironed.
Mrs. Pearson: Want it ironed? What d’you think it’s going
to do—iron itself? Doris: No, you’re going to iron it for
me... You always do.
Mrs. Pearson: Well, this time I don’t. And don’t talk
rubbish to me about working hard. I’ve a good idea how
much you do, Doris Pearson. I put in twice the hours you
do, and get no wages nor thanks for it. Why are you going
to wear your yellow silk? Where are you going? Doris:
[sulkily] Out with Charlie Spence.
Mrs. Pearson: Why?
Doris: [wildly] Why? Why? What’s the matter with you?
Why shouldn’t I go out with Charlie Spence if he asks me
and I want to? Any objections? Go on—you might as well
tell me...
Mrs. Pearson: [severely] Can’t you find anybody better? I
wouldn’t be seen dead with Charlie Spence. Buck teeth
and half witted...
Doris: He isn’t...
Mrs. Pearson: When I was your age I’d have found
somebody better than Charlie Spence—or given myself
up as a bad job.
Doris: [nearly in tears] Oh — shut up!
[Doris runs out left. Mrs. Pearson chuckles and begins
putting the cards together. After a moment Cyril Pearson
enters left. He is the masculine counterpart of Doris.]
Cyril: [briskly] Hello — Mum. Tea ready?
Mrs. Pearson: No.
Cyril: [moving to the table; annoyed] Why not?
Mrs. Pearson: [coolly] I couldn’t bother.
Cyril: Feeling off-color or something?
Mrs. Pearson: Never felt better in my life.
Cyril: [aggressively] What’s the idea then?
Mrs. Pearson: Just a change.
Cyril: [briskly] Well, snap out of it, Ma—and get cracking. I
haven’t too much time.
[Cyril is about to go when Mrs. Pearson’s voice checks
him.]
Mrs. Pearson: I’ve plenty of time.
Cyril: Yes, but I haven’t. Got a busy night tonight. [moving
left to the door] Did you take my things out?
Mrs. Pearson: [coolly] Can’t remember. But I doubt it
Cyril: [moving to the table; protesting] Now—look. When
I asked you this morning, you promised. You said you’d
have to look through ‘em first in case there was any
mending.
Mrs. Pearson: Yes — well now I’ve decided I don’t like
mending.
Cyril: That’s a nice way to talk — what would happen if
we all talked like that?
Mrs. Pearson: You all do talk like that. If there’s something
at home you don’t want to do, you don’t do it.
Cyril: [staggered] I don’t get this, Mum. What’s going on?
Mrs. Pearson: [laconic and sinister] Changes.
[Doris enters left. She is in the process of dressing
and is now wearing a wrap. She looks pale and red-
eyed.]
Mrs. Pearson: You look terrible. I wouldn’t wear
that face even for Charlie Spence. Doris: [moving
above the table; angrily] Oh — shut up about
Charlie Spence. And anyhow I’m not ready yet —
just dressing. And if I do look terrible, it’s your
fault — you made me cry.
Cyril: [curious] Why what did she do? Doris: Never
mind.
Mrs. Pearson: [Rising and preparing to move to the
kitchen] Have we any stout left? I can’t remember.
Cyril: Bottle or two, I think. But you don’t want to
stout now.
Mrs. Pearson: [moving left slowly] I do.
Cyril: What for?
Mrs. Pearson: [turning at the door] To drink—you
clot!
[Mrs. Pearson exit right. Instantly Cyril and Doris are in a
huddle, close together at the left center, rapidly
whispering.]
Doris: Has she been like that with you, too?
Cyril: Yes — no tea ready—couldn’t care less...
Doris: Well, I’m glad it’s both of us. I thought I’d done
something wrong.
Cyril: So, did I. But it’s her of course...
Doris: She was smoking and playing cards when I came
in. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Cyril: I asked her if she was feeling off-color and she said
she wasn’t.
Doris: Well, she’s suddenly all different. And that’s what
made me cry. It wasn’t what she said but the way she
said it—an’ the way she looked.
Cyril: Haven’t noticed that. She looks just the same to
me.
Doris: She doesn’t to me. Do you think she could have hit
her head or something—you know—an’ got—what is it?—
you know...
Cyril: [staggered] Do you mean she’s barmy?
Doris: If she’s going to be like this when Dad comes
home... [She giggles again.]
Cyril: [beginning to guffaw] I’m staying in for that
(Charlie enters the house sees Doris and Cyril talking and
asks doris )
Charlie: - what happened Doris why didn’t you come for
the hangout
Doris: -actually…
(Mrs. Pearson enters)
Mrs. Pearson: _ (cutting) ooohh Charlie spence long time
no see
Charlie:- (greetings) you changed a lot seems like you’ve
ate so much and gained a lot of weight and lost a lot of
hair and u look like a hippopotamus (laughingly)
Cyril: -oh no!
Mrs. Pearson: -you maniac! I was yawing at your jokes
before you were born you have no shame and you don’t
know how to respect your elders you can’t even stand
properly you yourself look like a grey hound talking
nonsense
(Charlie Doris Cyril surprised )
Charlie :(leaves angrily)
Doris: _ Charlie Charlie wait
(Running behind Charlie)
Cyril: what’s making you talk like that what have we done
Mrs. Pearson:- Why don’t you people try for once to be
your age
(Mrs. Pearson leaves and Doris comes crying out aloud
Cyril consoling meanwhile gorge enters )
George: Hello — what’s this? There can’t be anything to
cry about.
Doris: [through sobs] You’ll see.
( Doris and Cyril leaves )
(gorge calls Mrs. Pearson and she comes with a stout in
her hand )
George: Stout?
Mrs. Pearson: Yes.
George: [amazed] What are you drinking stout for?
Mrs. Pearson: Because I fancied some.
George: At this time of day?
Mrs. Pearson: Yes — what’s wrong with it at this time of
day?
George: [bewildered] Nothing, I suppose, Annie—but I’ve
never seen you do it before...
Mrs. Pearson: Well, you’re seeing me now.
George: [with heavy distaste] Yes, an’ I don’t like it. It
doesn’t look right. I’m surprised at you
Mrs Pearson: Well, that ought to be a nice change for you.
George: What do you mean?
Mrs Pearson: It must be some time since you were
surprised at me, George.
George: I don’t like surprises—I’m all for a steady going
on—you ought to know that by this time. I forgot to tell
you this morning I wouldn’t want any tea. Special snooker
match night at the club tonight—an’ a bit of supper going.
So no tea.
Mrs Pearson: That’s all right. There isn’t any.
gorge: [astonished] You mean you didn’t get any ready?
Mrs Pearson: Yes. And a good thing, too, as it’s turned
out.
George: [aggrieved] That’s all very well, but suppose I’d
wanted some?
Mrs Pearson: My goodness! Listen to the man! Annoyed
because I don’t get a tea for him that he doesn’t even
want. Ever tried that at the club? George: Tried what at
the club?
Mrs Pearson: Going up to the bar and telling ’em you
don’t want a glass of beer but you’re annoyed because
they haven’t already poured it out. Try that on them and
see what you get. George: I don’t know what you’re
talking about.
Mrs pearson :-never mind …. Im going off for a weekend
with my friends
Gorge:- [aghast] Go off for the week-end?
Mrs Pearson: Why not? I could do with a change. Stuck
here day after day, week after week. If I don’t need a
change, who does?
Gorge: But where would you go, who would you go with?
Mrs Pearson: That’s my business. You don’t ask me where
you should go and who you should go with, do you?
Gorge: That’s different.
(gorge takes out his shoes thrown socks around lying on
the couch crossed legs and hands on head mrs Pearson
gets annoyed seeing the scenario of the room and says
Mrs Pearson: your friends laugh at you even more than
they do now.
George: [indignantly] Laugh at me? They don’t laugh at
me.
Mrs Pearson: Of course they do. You ought to have found
that out by this time. Anybody else would have done.
You’re one of their standing jokes. Famous. They call you
Pompy-ompy Pearson because they think you’re so slow
and pompous.
George: [horrified] Never! )
[Cyril enters right, with a glass of milk in one hand and a
thick slice of cake in the other. George, almost dazed,
turns to him appealingly.]
George: Here, Cyril, you’ve been with me to the club once
or twice. They don’t laugh at me and call me Pompy-
ompy Pearson, do they? [Cyril, embarrassed, hesitates.]
[Angrily] Go on — tell me. Do they?
Cyril: [embarrassed] Well—yes, Dad, I’m afraid they do.
(everyone leaves next dayyy )
( mrs pearson sitting on the dining table smoking
cigarette mrs fiss enters with her son .. her son goes in
cyril room and mrs fiss sit with mrs pearson mrs fiss miss
pearson whispers )
Fiss son :- hi cyril you look sad what happened
Cyril :- nothing much just mum is acting a bit weird lately
she had been giving us replies not helping us drinking
smoking I’ve never ever known or have seen this version
of her
Fiss son :- my mother is also acting a bit fishy she have
never helped me in anything but now she doesn’t even
let me pick up a pin
( from dining room large noise of laughs comes and fiss
son and cyril peaks inside the door and sees)
Mrs fiss :- your family is getting taste of their own
medicine now and are realizing that house work is not a
thankless service and is not a cake walk
Miss p :- tho my family thinks house work is a cake walk
but they never mean to be this harsh on me please stop
torturing them and now let’s exchange your bodies again
Miss fiss:- banging the table and says whyyyy
Miss p :- because now this has gone too far and I can see
them all miserable and now I cant bear it
Cyril :- I knew it there is something fishy
( cyril goes inside the dining room and invites miss fiss on
dinner tonight )
Cryil :_ greeting hi aunty would you mind coming on
dinner tonight ??
Miss fis:- okay well come tonight
( miss fiss leave the house with her son cyril runs and
narrates the whole incident to doris )

( its night time now the dinner table is served with food
on table cyrl miss fiss her son mrs pearson doris and
gorge is sitting having dinnerr )
Doris :- (crying ) tarot card readers these days have gone
too farthey think others are fool and they r the smartest
alive I heard an incident that 2 women switched their
bodies and tortured one’s family and the family was
enjoying a lot seeing her own family suffer
Miss fiss :- banging the table says no I can’t stand any
more of it – I really can’t what have u done to my family
Miss p :- you guys r getting a taste of your own medicine
what do u think a house wife is a machine???? Thankless
serives they provide ? a personal maid ??
Gorge :- that’s true but now I really want my wife baack
Miss fiss :- please now lets exchange back ….
Again holding hands exchange bodies
Miss fiss :- well I really enjoyed back
Everyone says sorry and promises to never annoy her
again
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