Scene Four


A wide sunny field in the province of Ivez in southwest Montillano. The music is soft and plaintive. Upstage stands a lovely shade tree under which twelve year old INKEY ESCABOSA, sits, alternating between nibbling on a long French bread and playing with the toy known as cup and ball. He is quite oblivious to everything about him. ISHMAEL appears from the left, utterly exhausted. He spies a space of rich earth, sets the geranium plant down and wearily begins to dig.
ISHMAEL
Oh, little plant…I’m so tired…so hungry…I have to leave you here…you’re too big now… (HE is suddenly seized by a fit of coughing which wracks his entire body. INKY turns, sees him digging.)
INKEY

Hey! What are you doing?
                                                                                (HE drops the toy, rises cautiously, the bread in his hands.)
Get away from there or I’ll call my Papa.
                                                                                (ISHMAEL is transfixed by the bread.)
You’re ruining our rutabagas!
                                                                                (ISHMAEL makes a grab for the loaf.)
Stop that!
                                                                                (HE snatches the bread away as ISHMAEL continues to go for it.)
Cut that out! Papa! Papa! Help! There’s a man out here trying to steal my lunch!

(ISHMAEL makes a final lunge for the bread. In defense, INKEY hits him with it. ISHMAEL passes out cold. INKEY regards the loaf, astonished. Then HE glances back at Ishmael and back to the bread. HE is suddenly delighted with himself. The set swings to the right revealing the interior of the Escabosa farmhouse, BLASINA ESCABOSA, a short, heavy woman, is at a sewing machine industriously working on a dress. ALEJANDRO ESCABOSA, a chunky man in his 50s, is at the wall tearing off a large photograph of Jose and Flora Ibañez. Their lovely daughter, ROSA, is clearing the table.)
ALEJANDRO

There! There! And there!
                                                                                (Stomping on the torn pieces)
For the little man, eh? Well, that’s what the little man thinks of you, Ibañez! And you, you former fan dancer.

BLASINA

The others were bad. But they were nothing compared to these two. They never passed an Anti-rutabaga Act!

ALEJANDRO

All these years I’ve been growing my rutabagas. Suddenly that jackass decides you cannot make money by exporting rutabagas. Americans don’t like rutabagas. Americans like beef, he says. So now I must turn my rutabaga farm into a ranch!

ROSA

Oh, Papa, it may not be so bad.

ALEJANDRO

It may not be so bad if he buys me the cow and the bull. But no! I have to buy my own cow and my own bull. Because all the money for the cows and the bulls go to the Florita fund for Underprivileged Children! Bastardo! How about my own underprivileged children? (At that moment, INKEY bursts into the room swinging his bread in the air and glowing with pride.)
INKEY
Papa! Mama! I just killed a man!

BLASINA

What?

INKEY

He’s outside by the big tree---stone cold dead. (ALL THREE rush out the door followed by INKEY. The set begins to revolve to the left as they hurry to where Ishmael lies.)
INKEY
I’m the biggest, strongest, bravest twelve year old in the province of Ivez! I’m the biggest, strongest, brave twelve year old in all of Montilliano! I’m the biggest, strongest, bravest twelve year old in the whole goddamned world! (THEY reach Ishmael’s body. ROSA leans down, listens to his heart.)
ROSA
He’s alive.

INKEY

Oh, shit!

BLASINA

Oh, dear Lord! Oh! Oh!

ALEJANDRO

What is it?

BLASINA

It’s…it’s…

ALEJANDRO

What? Who?

BLASINA

Baldomero!

ROSA

Baldomero?

BLASINA

Yes! Yes!

ALEJANDRO

That’s Baldomero?

BLASINA

I would recognize him anywhere…his picture has been plastered over the countryside for more than a year!

INKEY

Get the reward, Mama. Get the reward.

ROSA

But where is his mask? They say he always wears a mask.

ALEJANDRO

That couldn’t be Baldomero. Baldomero is a much bigger man with powerful arms and a great chest.

BLASINA

The poor thing must have lost weight…what with all the stealing from the rich and giving to the poor…

INKEY

Get the reward, Mama.

BLASINA

Go away, Inkecito! I tell you, our prayers have been answered!

INKEY

Well, I almost killed him. He was trying to plant that thing in our rutabagas, and I…

                                                                             (THEY ALL turn to regard the geranium.)

BLASINA

The geranium plant! The secret geranium plant!

ALEJANDRO

It must be Baldomero. It is Baldomero. Rosa! Quick! Bring the wine. This is a day of celebration.

                                                                              (ROSA rushes off left.)

INKEY

Get the reward, Papa.

ALEJANDRO

That secret weapon nobody has been able to figure out…

BLASINA

God has put him here! Here on our farm to save our rutabagas! (Music begins. ROSA returns with a jug of wine and some cups. THEY drink as THEY sing and dance. Only INKEY refuses to participate. HE goes to the side of the stage and sulks.)
ALL
Oh, Baldomero!
He can do what the others can’t!
He will fight for what’s right
In the day or the night
With his secret geranium plant!


ALEJANDRO

I am told he’s made a million
And he’s one of the noblesse;
And I’ve heard he’s so Castillian
He cannot pronounce an "s".
ALL
Oh, Baldomero!
He can do what the others can’t!
He will fight for what’s right
In the day or the night
With his secret geranium plant!


ROSA

I have heard that he has blonde arms
That no woman can withstand,
And he fought off twenty gendarmes
With a prayer book in one hand.
ALL
Oh, Baldomero!
He can do what the others can’t!
He will fight for what’s right
In the day or the night
With his secret geranium plant! (ISHMAEL begins to awaken. The first thing he sees in the wine. He regards it longingly, but the Escabosas are too absorbed in their song and their dance.)
BLASINA
He won’t let Ibañez plague us,
For I’ve heard a strong belief
That he’s mad for rutabagas
And he never touches beef.


ALL

Oh, Baldomero!
He can do what the others can’t!
He will fight for what’s right
In the day or the night
With his secret geranium plant!


ALEJANDRO

I am told Flora Pasquale
Tried to get him in the sack;
That was known as Flora’s folly
And now she is striking back! (ISHMAEL continues to follow the wine with his eyes. The bottle is quickly being emptied mostly by Alejandro.)
ALL
Oh, Baldomero!
He can do what the others can’t!
He will fight for what’s right
In the day or the night
With his secret geranium plant!
With his secret geranium plant! (THEY dance wildly about him as HE stares weakly toward the wine. The music swells to a joyous crescendo.)
 
LIGHTS DIM RAPIDLY
 


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