New ending to all my sons by Emma Liya Rubin

ACT III

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Keller: (looking at letter in his hand) Then what is this if it isn’t telling me? Sure, he was my son. But I
think to him they were all my sons. And I guess they were, I guess they were. I’ll be right down. (exits
into house)

Mother: (to Chris, with determination) You’re not going to take him!

Chris: I’m taking him.

Mother: It’s up to you, if you tell him to stay he’ll stay. Go and tell him!

Chris: (holding out letter) I thought you read this!

Mother: (of Larry, the letter) The war is over! Didn’t you hear? It’s over!

Chris: Then what was Larry to you? A stone that fell into the water? It’s not enough for him to be sorry. Larry didn’t kill himself to make you and Dad sorry.

Mother: What more can we be!

Chris: You can be better! Once and for all you can know there’s a universe of people outside and you’re
responsible to it, and unless you know that, you threw away your son because that’s why he died.

Chris: Nobody could stop him now.

Mother: You’ll stop him! How long will he live in prison? Are you trying to kill him?

(the other ending || my ending:)

(Keller comes out of the house with a coat in his hand. It is visible that there is something hidden within the wool of the hood)

Chris: Are you ready to go?

Keller: No, not really.

Chris: You know I don’t give you a choice right?

Keller: Yes, I know.

Chris: Come on dad get in the car.

(Keller pauses for a second and looks at Chris)

Keller: Do you really have to do that? Don’t get me wrong. I get it, I killed Them, it’s all on me. But what going to prison will change? It won’t bring them back.

Chris: Dad…

Keller: Come on son!

Chris: Dad stop. You got to take responsibility for your actions

Keller: But I am!

Chris: No, you’re not. You made something so wrong, you can’t just make it right. Not anymore

Keller: (whispers) I’m sorry…

Chris: Tell that to Larry, now come.

Keller: (pulls a gun that was hidden in his coat and holds it up to his head) (shouts) I CAN’T GO TO PRISON! (calms down and breaths slowly and loudly) I can’t. Who will take care of the business? Who will take care of your mother? I can’t live with that guilt! I’d rather die if you can’t forgive me!

Chris: Dad… Relax, put the gun down

Keller: (crying) I can’t, I just can’t.

Chris: Dad it’s ok, come on, let’s go back home.

Keller: Are you sure?

Chris: (with a stuffed voice) I forgive you father, don’t do anything irrational. Come with me

(Keller drops the gun and gives his hand to Chris)

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