Facade - Alternative Ending.

* A generated Stage Play *

I'd always wondered what would happen if Vince and Elle could not reconcile. So I made an alternative ending. The play commences just near the end (so I won't repost the entire play again, but rather start from partway in the play) - so the reader will remember what happened during that moment of the play, but also experience the alternative ending.

(The room is silent for a moment with Vince and Elle fuming. Stella sits nervously on the couch – completely at a loss of words).

VINCE: (Waving his hands in the air with frustration) Okay, I’ve had enough of this bullshit!
Do you guys really want to know the truth? Huh?
(To Stella) Stella, do you want to hear it?
STELLA: (Nervous) Okay.
VINCE: Elle, huh?
ELLE: Yes!
VINCE: See, I’ve been paying close attention to you tonight, Stella.
Judging by your behaviour – it makes me wonder if you’re really my friend or not.
ELLE: Vince!
VINCE: (Ignoring Elle) So I just want you to answer me one thing.
Stella, yes or no. . .
Do you really think that by saying how you thought marriage was supposed to be the most important thing, but then even MENTIONING the thought of Elle and I getting divorced – That it’s all supposed to make me realize something about myself?
Is what you’ve said tonight supposed to add up somehow, to something?
STELLA: (Silence)
VINCE: Is it? I just want a yes or no.
STELLA: (Pause) Yes.
VINCE: Alright.
(Shifting down a gear) Elle. . .I know you want to be an artist.
(Realising the truth) But. . .I could never be married to you if you were.
STELLA and ELLE: What?
VINCE: I can’t – I – I just can’t. . .
ELLE: But Vince –
VINCE: (Pressing on) When I married you, I was sure I could convince you to give it up, to – to go into advertising.
And – and I did it, and it worked.
But now. . . I – I don’t know Elle.
(Sighing) I don’t know. . .
ELLE: (Realising the painful truth as well) Oh my God. . .
(Pause) I’m going to give you the truth too, Vince.
VINCE: What?
ELLE: (Motioning the painting) I – I painted this.
VINCE: (With disbelief) Bullshit.
ELLE: (Angry) I am an artist, Vince, fuck you.
VINCE: You’ve been secretly painting? When – when did –
ELLE: Every time you go on a god-damned business trip, I paint.
VINCE: (Running a hand through his hair) Jesus. . .!

(The room is silent for a while with Vince and Elle contemplating their thoughts)
VINCE: (Pause) Okay. . .I have one more thing to say.
ELLE: What?
VINCE: See. . . I – I’m ashamed of my parents.
ELLE: What? Your parents are great. I love seeing them.
VINCE: I know, I know. But compared to yours. . .they’re so. . .ignorant.
ELLE: But they’re real. I hate how my parents are pretending to be something –
VINCE: I’ve tried hard to be like your family.
ELLE: Vince, really? I don’t –
VINCE: (Cutting her off) But I feel like a phony. I feel like I can never get rid of my past.
It’s kind of like I don’t know who I am anymore.
ELLE: (Stunned) Oh my God. . .
(Long pause, at a loss) This changes everything. . .
VINCE: Yeah. . .
You. . .you really have to be an artist.
ELLE: You finally admitted it – you just don’t want me to be an artist. . .
VINCE: And you think I’m a phony for despising my upbringing. . .
ELLE: But at least you had a real upbringing. It’s be who had a fake one. . .

VINCE: (Walking towards the front door, shifting down a gear) I think it’s over.
ELLE: Vince, what –
VINCE: (Stopping and interrupting her) No!
It’s over, Elle, don’t you see that?
ELLE: Whaa. . .You just told me –
VINCE: (Interrupting her again) I just told you something about us that I should have said a long time ago: I manipulated you into advertising.
And about me. . . I’m a phony.
ELLE: Vince I –
VINCE: No, Elle, this is about me and it’s about us. . .but it’s not about you.
ELLE: Not about me?
(Vince continues to the front door)
ELLE: Hey, no. . .wait!
VINCE: (Stops to look over his shoulder) Stella, I’m sorry.
(He proceeds to exit the room)
ELLE: Vince. . .VINCE!
(She turns to Stella) Oh my God. . .I should have told him that I –
I could have told him that. . .

(Stage fades to black)