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 time.
Two-face: Hey I didn't run and hide. I just went away for a while, that's all.
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.
Steve: Corr!
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 joking!
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 brother's name.
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 off.
Two-face: (Looks at his bat, has an idea) Steve, can you do me a favour mate?
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 this; honesty.
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)
Two-face: Redman.
Redman: Whatís the big idea behind this cricket bat, and Dadís medals? (Showing them).
Two-face: You can have the cricket bat. But you deserve the medal. You are the one who has done dad proud.
Redman: Rubbish.
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 listening, Victor.
Steve: Victor?
Two-face: My real name.
Redman: Come on then Bro, letís go have a beer together, for old times sake.
Two-face: Sure thing (They start to leave).
Redman: You know, I think youíre starting to do Dad proud, all this forgiveness.
Two-face: Maybe.
Redman: And I bet youíve forgotten something else.
Two-face: What?
Redman: His name is Jesus. (They exit)


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