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Driving Miss Daisy
Alfred Uhry
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Driving Miss Daisy
Alfred Uhry
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Racial tensions are delicately explored when a warm friendship evolves between an elderly Jewish woman and her black chauffeur. Winner of a 1988 Pulitzer Prize, and Academy Awards for Best Picture and Best Adapted Screenplay.
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American DramaIn the dark we hear Daisy call from offstage: âIdella, Iâm gone to market.â A car ignition is turned on; then we hear a horrible crash, followed by bangs and booms and wood splintering. The very loud noise strops suddenly and the lights come up on Daisy Werthanâs living room. Daisy, age Seventy-two, is wearing a summer dress and high-heeled shoes. Her hair, her clothes, her walk, everything about her suggests bristle and feistiness and high energy. She appears to be in excellent health. Her son, Boolie Werthan, forty, is a businessman, Junior Chamber of Commerce style. He has a strong, capable air. The Werthans are Jewish, but they have strong Atlanta accents.
DAISY: No!
BOOLIE : Mama!
DAISY: No!
dp n="4" folio="2" ?BOOLIE: Mama!
DAISY: I said no, Boolie, and thatâs the end of it.
BOOLIE: Itâs a miracle youâre not laying in Emory Hospitalâor decked out at the funeral home. Look at you! You didnât even break your glasses.
DAISY: It was the carâs fault.
BOOLIE: Mama, the car didnât just back over the driveway and land on the Pollardâs garage all by itself. You had it in the wrong gear.
DAISY: I did not!
BOOLIE: You put it in reverse instead of drive. The police report shows that.
DAISY: You should have let me keep my La Salle.
BOOLIE: Your La Salle was eight years old.
DAISY: I donât care. It never would have behaved this way. And you know it.
BOOLIE: Mama, cars donât behave. They are behaved upon. The fact is you, all by yourself, demolished that Packard.
DAISY: Think what you want. I know the truth.
BOOLIE: The truth is you shouldnât be allowed to drive a car anymore.
DAISY: No.
BOOLIE: Mama, we are just going to have to hire somebody to drive you.
DAISY: No we are not. This is my business.
BOOLIE: Your insurance policy is written so that they are going to have to give you a brand-new car.
DAISY: Not another Packard, I hope.
BOOLIE: Lord Almighty! Donât you see what Iâm saying?
DAISY: Quit talking so ugly to your mother.
dp n="5" folio="3" ?BOOLIE: Mama, you are seventy-two years old and you just cost the insurance company twenty-seven hundred dollars. You are a terrible risk. Nobody is going to issue you a policy after this.
DAISY: Youâre just saying that to be hateful.
BOOLIE: Okay. Yes. Yes I am. Iâm making it all up. Every insurance company in America is lined up in the driveway waving their fountain pens and falling all over themselves to get you to sign on. Everybody wants Daisy Werthan, the only woman in the history of driving to demolish a three-week-old Packard, a two-car garage and a freestanding tool shed in one fell swoop!
DAISY: You talk so foolish sometimes, Boolie.
BOOLIE: And even if you could get a policy somewhere, it wouldnât be safe. Iâd worry all the time. Look at how many of your friends have men to drive them. Miss Ida Jacobs, Miss Ethel Hess, Aunt Nonieâ
DAISY: Theyâre all rich.
BOOLIE: Daddy left you plenty enough for this. Iâll do the interviewing at the plant. Oscar in the freight elevator knows every colored man in Atlanta worth talking about. Iâm sure in two weeksâ time I can find you somebody perfectlyâ
DAISY: No!
BOOLIE: You wonât even have to do anything, Mama. I told you. Iâll do all the interviewing, all the reference checking, all theâ
DAISY: No. Now stop running your mouth! I am seventy-two years old as you so gallantly reminded me and I am a widow, but unless they rewrote the Constitution and didnât tell me, I still have rights. And one of my rights is the right to invite who I wantânot who you wantâinto my house. You do accept the fact that this is my house? What I do not wantâand absolutely will not have is someâ(She gropes for a bad enough word) some chauffeur sitting in my kitchen, gobbling my food, running up my phone bill. Oh, I hate all that in my house!
BOOLIE: You have Idella.
DAISY: Idella is different. Sheâs been coming to me three times a week since you were in the eighth grade and we know how to stay out of each otherâs way. And even so there are nicks and chips in most of my wedding china and Iâve seen her throw silver forks in the garbage more than once.
BOOLIE: Do you think Idella has a vendetta against your silverware?
DAISY: Stop being sassy. You know what I mean. I was brought up to do for myself. On Forsyth Street we couldnât afford them and we did for ourselves. Thatâs still the best way, if you ask me.
BOOLIE: Them! You sound like Governor Talmadge.
DAISY: Why, Boolie! What a thing to say! Iâm not prejudiced! Arenât you ashamed?
BOOLIE: Iâve got to go home. Florineâll be having a fit.
DAISY: Yâall must have plans tonight.
BOOLIE: Going to the Ansleys for a dinner party.
DAISY: I see.
BOOLIE: You see what?
DAISY: The Ansleys. Iâm sure Florine bought another new dress. This is her idea of heaven on earth, isnât it?
dp n="7" folio="5" ?BOOLIE: What?
DAISY: Socializing with Episcopalians.
BOOLIE: Youâre a doodle, Mama. I guess Aunt Nonie can run you anywhere you need to go for the time being.
DAISY: Iâll be fine.
BOOLIE: Iâll stop by tomorrow evening.
DAISY: How do you know Iâll be here? Iâm certainly not dependent on you for company.
BOOLIE: Fine. Iâll call first. And I still intend to interview colored men.
DAISY: No!
BOOLIE: Mama!
DAISY (Singing to end discussion):
After the ball is over
After the break of morn
After the dancers leaving
After the stars are gone
Many a heart is aching
If you could read them allâ
After the break of morn
After the dancers leaving
After the stars are gone
Many a heart is aching
If you could read them allâ
Lights fade on Daisy as she sings and come up on Boolie at the Werthan Company. He sits at a desk piled with papers, and speaks into an intercom.
BOOLIE: Okay, Miss McClatchey. Send him on in.
Boolie continues working at his desk. Hoke Coleburn enters, a black man of about sixty, dressed in a somewhat shiny suit and carrying a fedora, a man clearly down on his luck but anxious to keep up appearances.
Yes, Hoke isnât it?
HOKE: Yassuh. Hoke Coleburn.
dp n="8" folio="6" ?BOOLIE: Have a seat there. Iâve got to sign these letters. I donât want Miss McClatchey fussing at me.
HOKE: Keep right on with it. I got all the time in the worlâ.
BOOLIE: I see. How long you been ...