Trophy Wife

Scene: Trophy Wife

Characters:

Camilla: early/mid 20s. Wears an elaborate gold dress, heels and accessories. The more elaborate and expensive looking the better.

Iris: mid/late 20s.Wears jeans, a t-shirt and heels. Should be very fashionable

Damir: mid/late 20s. Wears jeans, a t-shit and casual shoes. Should be very fashionable.

Pierre: mid/late 20s. Wears an expensive and fashionable suit.

*Note: he should be standing off to the side, away from the other characters.* 

 

LIGHTS UP.

CAMILLA sits, motionless, in a glass trophy case posing. She stares out into the audience. Varies of trophies sits in the case as well.

SOUND: Doorbell.

 Camilla gradually begins to move. Blinking rapidly and slowly looking around.

 SOUND: Doorbell.

 

CAMILLA

Come in!

 She returns to her pose and continues to stare out in the audience. IRIS and DAMIR enter.

 IRIS

At home.

 DAMIR

As usual.

 CAMILLA

Hey guys.

 IRIS

So where’s that husband of yours?

 CAMILLA

At work.

 IRIS

As usual.

 DAMIR

Well Iris and I were going out for drinks, care to join us?

 CAMILLA

   (smiles)

Oh no, I have to be here when Pierre comes home.

 

Iris and Damir gives each other a knowingly look.

 

IRIS

Camilla, come with us.

 CAMILLA

Sorry sis, I have to be here when Pierre comes home.

 DAMIR

That’s it Iris, get her out of there.

 

Iris opens up the trophy case and reaches in and struggles to pull Camilla out.

 

CAMILLA

 (resisting)

Hey! What are—

 

Camilla stumbles out of the case.

 

IRIS

God Camilla! When was the last time you got out of this house?!

 DAMIR

   (looking around)

Or this room for that matter.

 CAMILLA

It’s been awhile.

 IRIS

Try five years.

 DAMIR

Ever since she met the loser.

 

Damir picks up a trophy.

 

 DAMIR (CONT’D)

Oops.

   (looking over at Camilla)

      Sorry, I mean the “winner.”

 

Camilla goes behind the trophy case and pulls out a dust feather and begins to dust a trophy.

 

IRIS

Seriously Camilla, what do you do around here all day?

 CAMILLA

 (shrugs)

Cooking, cleaning, you know waiting…

CAMILLA                                               IRIS                                                           DAMIR

for Pierre to                                       for Pierre to                                                  for Pierre to

come home.                                      come home.                                                   come home.

 

PIERRE enters with a brief case. He sits it down and looks out to the audience as if they are a mirror. A noticeable lipstick stain is on his shirt.

 

IRIS

Yeah little sis, that’s what you’re always doing.

 DAMIR

Mrs. Trophy is going to waste away, waiting for Mr. Winner to come home and play.

 

Camilla stops dusting and turns to face Damir.

 

CAMILLA

Mrs. Trophy?

 DAMIR

Child you know you’re nothing but one of his little trophies.

 CAMILLA

No I’m not!

 

A spotlight beams on Pierre.

 

PIERRE

      (undoing his cufflinks)

My wife she’s so fine. Perfect really. Sweet, sexy, loyal, everything you can ask in a woman. She’s rare. Which is why I married her. And she looks good on my arm.

 IRIS

Think about it Camilla, you’re always at home with them.

 CAMILLA

That’s because he’s been—

 IRIS

Busy.

 DAMIR

Yeah, with other women.

 

Pierre pulls on his collar and notices the lipstick stain.

 

CAMILLA

What’s that suppose to mean?!

 IRIS

Come on Camilla, do you really think he’s being faithful to you?

 CAMILLA

Of course.

 DAMIR

When’s the last time you got some?

 

Camilla is silent, trying to remember. Damir picks up another trophy.

 

DAMIR (CONT’D)

It’s amazing what a trophy can say about a man.

    (reading the trophy)

Most Valuable Player

 

Damir puts down that trophy and picks up a trophy shaped like a bracelet.

 

DAMIR (CONT’D)

  (reading the bracelet)

1st place in the World Series of Poker.

 

Damir puts the bracelet down and picks up another.

 

DAMIR (CONT’D)

  (reading the trophy)

1st place in New York’s 10k marathon.

 

Damir puts down the trophy.

 

CAMILLA

So, what is that suppose to say about him?

 DAMIR

Well, he’s a valuable “player.”

 

Pierre pulls out a woman’s underwear from his pants pocket.

 

CAMILLA

Poker?

 IRIS

Means he’s a good liar.

 

Pierre pretends to be talking on the phone.

 

PIERRE

   (looking at the woman’s underwear)

Hey, honey. Yeah, I’m still at the office. I’m going to be coming home late.

 DAMIR

And if shit hits the fan, he can run like hell.

 

Pierre pretends like he got caught doing something and begins to run franticly in place.

 

CAMILLA

That doesn’t mean anything.

 

Camilla goes back to dusting.

 

DAMIR

But we’re missing the most important trophy of all.

 

Damir goes over to Camilla and blow on her. Noticeable dust comes off of her. Camilla jumps back from him.

 

CAMILLA

Hey!

 DAMIR

  (reading her)

The baddest bitch!

 

Camilla takes the dust feather and begins to dust herself.

 

IRIS                                                                                                                PIERRE

Clearly he strives for the best.                                                                        I strive for the best.

DAMIR

So Mrs. Trophy, have you thought about the last time you got some yet?

 CAMILLA

It’s been awhile ok!

 IRIS

And while you struggle to remember

 DAMIR

He can remember his last time clearly.

 PIERRE

Tiffany was last Friday. Monica on Monday. LaKesha on Thursday night.

    (pulls on his collar and chuckles)

Oh, can’t forget about Stephanie. Stephanie was tonight.

 CAMILLA

You guys really think that?

 IRIS

He ain’t giving it to you.

 DAMIR

So he must be giving it to someone else.

 IRIS

While you’re sitting at home

 DAMIR

He’s out there messing with them hoodrats and hoes.

IRIS

The bronze and silvers.

 DAMIR

You know I’m a little confused, which one is the silver a hoodrat or a hoe?

IRIS

A hoe of course.

 DAMIR

Really? I always thought it was the hoodrat.

IRIS

No—

 CAMILLA

Enough!

 IRIS

They get all of his attention while the gold sits at home collecting dust.

 

Iris brushes her hand over Camilla.

 

CAMILLA

I-I don’t think that he’ll really do that to me.

 IRIS

How can you be sure?

 CAMILLA

I can’t I guess.

Damir and Iris look at each other.

CAMILLA

I mean, we talk. We go out. You know to elaborate events, expensive dinners.

 

SOUND: Flashing Lights.

Pierre pretends like he’s at a red carpet event. He holds his arm out as if he has someone on it.

 

DAMIR

Typical trophy.

 IRIS

Only takes you out to show you off.

 

Camilla stops dusting and walks behind the trophy case. She pulls out a silver pair of women’s underwear. She slowly walks back to the trophy case and goes back inside and sits down.

 

CAMILLA

 (looking at the underwear)

I mean…I suspect it sometimes you know. But he’s all I know, the only man I know.

 

Damir takes the underwear from her and looks at it.

 

DAMIR

 (to Iris)

Yep, I see what you talking about girl. A hoe is the silver.

 

Iris gives him a look that tells him to shut up. Damir tosses the underwear off to the side.

Camilla begins to play with the hem of her elaborate dress.

 

CAMILLA

I mean he treats me right. Gives me everything I want, except his time, which is what I really wanted.

 IRIS

Look Camilla, we’re not trying to hurt your feelings. We’re just trying to—

 DAMIR

Tell it how it is

 IRIS

Keep it real

 DAMIR

Make you see what type of situation you’re in.

 CAMILLA

    (looking up at them)

But we’re in love. Right?

 IRIS

Or maybe it’s just you.

 

A woman dressed in a cheap looking silver dress comes onstage to Pierre. She hugs him and kisses him on the cheek. He smiles at her and they pretend to talk silently.

 

DAMIR

Seems like he only married you to keep you locked away.

 IRIS

So no one else will snatch you up.

 DAMIR

And only take you out to show you off.

 IRIS

  (looking at Camilla’s ring finger)

Seems more like a chain than a ring.

 DAMIR

     (looking around the room)

Seems more like a prison than a home.

 

They all look around.

 

DAMIR (CONT’D)

 (walking up to Camilla)

But you darling can change all of that.

 IRIS

All you have to do is come out with us.

 

SOUND: Phone ringing.

Both Camilla and Pierre pretend to be holding a phone to their ear.

 

CAMILLA

Hello.

 PIERRE

Uh, yeah baby I’m going to be late. I-I got some more business to take care of.

 

The woman in the silver dress is all over him. Kissing on his neck, rubbing her hand down his chest, etc.

 

PIERRE

Look, I’ll make it up to you. We’ll go out to eat tomorrow night. J Alexander’s, how does that sound?

 CAMILLA

(sighs)

Yeah, ok.

 PIERRE

Alright honey. Love you talk to you later.

 

They both hang up their imaginary phones. Pierre picks up his briefcase and he and the woman exits.

Camilla looks down at her lap and then back up to Damir and Iris.

 

CAMILLA

He won’t be coming home.

 DAMIR

Get out of this case.

 IRIS

Get out of this room.

 DAMIR

Get out of this house!

 IRIS

And come with us.

 DAMIR

You never know, it might be liberating. Make you want to stay out.

 IRIS

And never come back.

 

Camilla looks from both Iris and Damir

 

DAMIR

Come with us darling!

 IRIS

You’ll love it little sis.

 

Iris and Damir walk off stage.

 

DAMIR

 (offstage)

You won’t regret it!

 

Camilla stares at the audience for a second, then down at her ring. She takes it off and slowly gets up. She looks in the direction where Iris and Damir left. She slowly steps out of the case. She looks back at the vacant spot in the trophy case and sets the ring down. She walks off in the opposite direction where Iris and Damir left.

LIGHTS OUT.  

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2 comments

  1. Breone · December 9, 2011

    Great read.

    • janachantel · December 9, 2011

      Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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