DN Script The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
DN Script The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
DN Script The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
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ROGER BUTTON
FITZGERALD
MOM BUTTON
BENJAMIN BUTTON
DOCTOR KEENE
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF
ROSCOE BUTTON
Before the play opens, as the audience is gathering, a sign sits or hangs
center stage. The sign reads: ―It is a pity that the best part of life comes
at the beginning, and the worst part at the end. - Mark Twain.‖ The sign
is removed shortly before the play starts.
FITZGERALD
Roger Button was a wealthy man, related to the This Family and the That Family. He owned the
local hardware store, and was a confident fellow until the day his child was born. It was his first
experience with the charming old custom of having babies—Mr. Button was naturally nervous.
He hoped it would be a boy so that he could be sent to Yale College in Connecticut, at which
institution Mr. Button himself had graduated.
ROGER BUTTON
How do you do? Name‘s Roger Button.
FITZGERALD
Uh. Mine‘s Fitzgerald. You aren‘t supposed to be here.
ROGER BUTTON
Oh, sorry.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
(unseen, crying like an old man) My teeth! Where are my teeth?
ROGER BUTTON
(perplexed) Doctor Keene must be having some difficulties.
FITZGERALD
I don‘t think that‘s the doctor...
DOCTOR KEENE
Why, yes. I suppose so. After a fashion.
ROGER BUTTON
Where is the baby? And why is this old gentleman being pushed around in a buggy by my wife?
Dear, you look quite healthy considering that you just gave birth.
MOM BUTTON
(coddling BENJAMIN BUTTON) Isn‘t he precious?
FITZGERALD
(still narrating) You see, everyone says babies are precious, especially when they are... not so
beautiful.
ROGER BUTTON
Is this some kind of foul joke? I want to see my baby this instant!
DOCTOR KEENE
You‘re looking at him.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
(to ROGER BUTTON) Are you my father? Because if you are, I wish you‘d get me out of this
place—or, at least out of this ridiculous buggy.
ROGER BUTTON
Where did you come from? Who are you?
BENJAMIN BUTTON
I can‘t tell you exactly who I am, because I‘ve only been born a few minutes—but my last name
is most certainly Button.
ROGER BUTTON
You lie! You are an impostor!
BENJAMIN BUTTON
(to DOCTOR KEENE) Nice way to welcome a newborn child. Tell him he‘s wrong, why don‘t
you?
DOCTOR KEENE
You are wrong, Mr. Button. This is your child, and you‘ll have to make the best of it. We‘re
going to ask you to take him home with you immediately.
MOM BUTTON
(to ROGER BUTTON) Let‘s go, dear. Precious baby is hungry.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
While we‘re buying food, I‘ll need some clothes. (He holds up his diaper.) Look! This is what
they had ready for me. Ridiculous.
MOM BUTTON
That‘s what babies wear, sweetie.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
Well, I‘m warning you: this baby‘s not going to be wearing anything in about thirty seconds.
This blanket itches. They could have at least given me a sheet.
ROGER BUTTON
(he grabs the handle of the stroller and starts to leave) Don‘t mess with the blanket! Keep it on!
DOCTOR KEENE
(calling out after ROGER BUTTON and MOM BUTTON) Um, congratulations!
BENJAMIN BUTTON
And a cane, father. I want to have a cane.
FITZGERALD
The Button family took their... boy... home, and named him Benjamin. Uh, little Benjamin
Button may have looked a tad bit different than the other boys, but the Buttons dressed him
like a little boy despite his looks.
BENJAMIN BUTTON enters, still an old man, wearing ridiculous little boy
clothes, riding a tricycle across the stage with a basket on the front of it.
He could also be sucking on a pacifier.
MOM BUTTON
(from off-stage) Benjamin, are you having fun on your tricycle?
BENJAMIN BUTTON stops, takes a small, colorful rattle from the tricycle‘s
basket, and shakes it while rolling his eyes.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
Yes, mother...
BENJAMIN BUTTON
You are meant to lose the people you love. How else would you know how important they are
to you?
FITZGERALD
Gosh, that‘s bleak.
BENJAMIN BUTTON puts the book back in the basket, circles the stage on
his tricycle, and then rides back to the sound of MOM BUTTON‘s voice
off-stage.
FITZGERALD
Benjamin was as puzzled as anyone else at the apparently advanced age of his mind and body
at birth. He had read up on it in the medical journals, but found that no such case had been
previously recorded. The years zoomed by, and Benjamin Button, born an old man... became
younger .
BENJAMIN BUTTON enters and takes up his position behind a ‗Button &
Sons‘ Hardware Store counter, with tools and hardware hanging behind it
(this can be a mobile set piece if necessary) . BENJAMIN BUTTON now
looks to be around 40 years old. His hair is no longer white, and his back
is no longer crooked.
FITZGERALD
Benjamin graduated from Yale, and returned home to help with the family business.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
Good afternoon. May I help you?
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF
I hope so. I need a sparkplug wrench and a gap gauge.
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF
I haven‘t seen you around here. Are you new?
BENJAMIN BUTTON
Uh, I‘ve been away at college.
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF
College? How old are you, exactly?
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF
I‘m Hildegarde. Hildegarde Moncrief. Would you want to maybe get a cup of coffee or
something?
BENJAMIN BUTTON
I sure would. I‘ve been drinking coffee since the day I was born.
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF
Is that right?
FITZGERALD
It was love at first sight. They were both 23, but while Benjamin‘s body was getting younger,
Hildegarde‘s body was aging in the way the rest of us all do. Love knows no bounds. They were
married, and had a son of their own, named Roscoe. Roscoe was baby sized when he was born.
The years passed, and the hardware store was successful.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
(to HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF) Wait over there. You might break a hip.
ROSCOE
Go long, Dad!
BENJAMIN BUTTON
(running back towards ROSCOE) I‘m glad I enrolled at Harvard with you, son. I never had the
chance to play football when I was in my teens. It‘s way better in my sixties. (to HILDEGARDE
MONCRIEF) Right, dear?
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF
(can‘t hear) What‘s that, Benny?
ROSCOE
Hey dad, go over and get mom. It‘s almost game time.
FITZGERALD
Hildegarde continued to age, and Benjamin continued to get younger. He lost all interest in
business and in the serious things of life. He played with toys and made mud pies.
HILDEGARDE MONCRIEF enters, bent back. Very, very old. She is holding
BENJAMIN BUTTON‘s hand. He looks extremely young.
BENJAMIN BUTTON
(crying like a baby) I‘m tired. I‘m hungry.
FITZGERALD
Hildegarde died of old age. She loved him until the end.
FITZGERALD
And then Benjamin Button remembered nothing. When he was hungry he cried—that was all.
Through the noons and nights he breathed and over him there were soft mumblings and
murmurings that he scarcely heard, and faintly differentiated smells, and light and darkness.
(the lights completely fade) Then it was all dark, and his white crib and the dim faces that
moved above him, and the warm sweet aroma of the milk, faded out altogether from his mind.
CURTAIN