Here are the first few pages of AULD LANG SYNE:

AULD LANG SYNE

The living room of a rambling old house in South Boston, Massachusetts.  The furniture and accoutrements are mid-20th Century, W.W. II era.  Lots of family photos in frames.  There may be doilies.
It is, however, the present day.  It is around nine p.m. on New Year’s Eve.  Christmas decorations, including a tree, linger.
Seated on the sprawling sofa in the middle of the room is MARY.  She is in her late fifties, or thereabouts.  She is dressed comfortably and tastefully, though we can’t really see much because she is also wearing a heavy overcoat, boots and a hat.
From the windows, we can see that it is SNOWING HARD, and we can hear the WIND blow, rattling the old house a bit.
Mary doesn’t seem to move.  She is rigid on the sofa.  Clearly, she is waiting for something to happen.
After a moment, we hear a TRUDGING SOUND from outside the front door, and then what sounds like somebody pounding his or her boots clean.  After that, there is a BANGING on the front door.  Mary doesn’t move right away, but her eyes close for a moment, and she takes a deep breath. 
The DOOR BANGING persists.  Mary rises, goes to the door, and opens it.
There stands JOE.  Joe is about Mary’s age, hard-edged, tough, fully dressed for the blizzard, and covered with snow.  He bursts into the room, and shakes off the cold.
JOE
Jesus!
MARY
Come in. 
(too late)
You’re in.
JOE
Jesus!  Jesus!  Jesus!  It’s snowin’ like a son of a bitch!
MARY
It’s not Jesus’s fault.
JOE
Then who the hell’s fault is it?
MARY
(acknowledging the logic)
Oh.  Right.  Hmm.
JOE
Almost couldn’t find the place.  What is this, a dead end?
MARY
Yes.  Dead.  It’s quiet.  A little remote for South Boston...
JOE
A little?  The house before this one is like...in Revere.  I can’t believe I’m doin’ this tonight.  Couldn’t it wait till after the New Year?
MARY
Well, I really couldn’t...Don’t worry about the snow on the floor.  It’ll melt.
JOE
I know.  About snow.  What it does.  So what’s goin’ on?  Is he here?  Why is he here?
MARY
What’s...going on?
JOE
Yeah.  Is something wrong?
MARY
Wrong?  Oh, nothing’s wrong.
JOE
(harshly)
Whatdya mean, nothing’s wrong?
MARY
(taken aback)
Nothing’s...wrong...
JOE
Then why am I here?  If nothing’s wrong.  I show up when something’s wrong and I fix it.  That’s what I do.  Why are you telling me nothing’s wrong?
MARY
It’s...something to say...Somebody asks what’s wrong, you say nothing’s wrong.  Automatic kind of.  Something to say.
(fancifully)
“Nothing’s wrong!”
JOE
So what if something’s wrong?  What do you do then?
MARY
You...get to it.  Just not right away.
JOE
So something is wrong.
MARY
I...suppose...
JOE
So what’s wrong?
MARY
Well....
JOE
Get to it.  Right away.  You called me.
MARY
I did.
JOE
Told me to come over here, right away.
MARY
Yes.  Yes, I did.
JOE
I don’t even know you.
MARY
Well, you kinda do...
JOE
New Year’s Eve, nine o’clock.  Come over here right away.  I don’t know you.  I thought at least I’d know who it was where I was goin’ when I got the call.
MARY
What call?
JOE
Your call.  The call.
MARY
How would you know who it was where you were going before I even called?
JOE
Because...
(long beat, assessment)
Wait a minute...Who are you?
MARY
I told you when I called you.  But you knew me before.  I thought you did.
JOE
How do I know you?
MARY
From school.
JOE
So you’re not calling me about him?
MARY
About who?
JOE
Jesus.
MARY
Why would I call you about Jesus?
JOE
This is a random call.  Outa the blue.
MARY
Well, I gave it a lot of thought.  I didn’t just...
JOE
But you’re calling me for something for you, not for anybody else?
MARY
Well...yes.  Why would anybody else be interested in this.
JOE
In what?
MARY
In what I called you about.
JOE
What did you call me about?
MARY
I’m getting to that.
JOE
Jesus.
MARY
I told you.  Not Jesus.
(a strong reprimand)
Stop using his name like that!
JOE
(beat)
So how do I know you?
MARY
From school.  I said before.
JOE
School?  High school?
MARY
No.
JOE
I didn’t go to college.
MARY
Oh, I know that.  Duh!
(bad joke)
Bad joke.
JOE
So what school?  Grammar school?  Forty years ago school?  Holy Mother of the Angels School?
MARY
Yes!  You remember!
JOE
I remember the school.  How could you forget a school named that?  Who knew angels had mothers?  I don’t remember you.
MARY
Oh.  I thought that’s why you came.
JOE
I came because you called me on my business phone and you sounded desperate.  You told me your name and your address and you sounded like you knew me and you sounded like you were desperate.  AND you called me on my business phone.  I’m in a business, when I get calls that sound desperate, on my business phone, I take ‘em serious.  Especially tonight. 
MARY
Why especially tonight?
JOE
So are you desperate or are you not desperate?
MARY
I guess...I’m desperate.
JOE
But nobody had you call me.
MARY
No.  I had me call you.
JOE
On my business phone.
MARY
I guess.  If you say so.
JOE
I say so.  Where did you get that number?
MARY
Well, I know about...your business...
JOE
(beat)
What do you know about my business?
MARY
(beat)
How’s...the snow doing?
JOE
It’s melting.   Like you said.
MARY
Would you like to take off your coat?
JOE
Lady, it’s New Year’s Eve.  I got plans.  You called me on my cell number, my business number.  Now you got something for me or you don’t got something for me?
MARY
I...got something for you.
JOE
Is this from Brophy?
MARY
No!  Who’s Brophy?
JOE
Never mind.  Whatdyou got?
MARY
I...need you to take off your coat.
JOE
Whatdya need me to take off my coat?
MARY
I just...do.
JOE
You need it.
MARY
I need it.  Yes.
JOE
Jesus.
Joe takes off his coat and shakes it out.
JOE (CONT’D)
Where you goin’ with the coat and the boots and the hat?
MARY
Oh...I wasn’t sure you’d come...
(takes off coat, puts it in closet)
...This was my back-up plan.
JOE
(follows her to closet, with coat)
Back up plan for what?
MARY
(refers to his coat)
You know...I think...the floor.
JOE
What?
MARY
For your coat.  The floor.  It’s already wet, so...
JOE
Sure.  Right.  The floor.  Sure. Back up plan for what?
MARY
It’s not important now.
JOE
Well, this, whatever it is...this better be important.
He lays his coat out on the floor.
JOE (CONT’D)
There.  My coat is on the floor.  Whatdya want?  I got things to do.
MARY
Can we sit?
JOE
This is a sitting thing?
MARY
I think so.
JOE
Will I be sitting for long?
MARY
It all...depends on...our...discussion.
JOE
We’re having a discussion?
MARY
If we sit.
JOE
What if we don’t sit?
MARY
Then the discussion will be harder.
JOE
Harder than it already is?
MARY
Because we’re standing.
JOE
So I should sit.
MARY
I would.
JOE
Fine.  I’ll sit.
He steps into the sitting area, plops onto the sofa.
MARY
Oh.  Oh, no.
JOE
Oh, no what?
MARY
That’s not right.
JOE
It’s the only way I know how to sit.