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thegeekgene) wrote2011-03-31 03:23 pm
thegeekgene) wrote2011-03-31 03:23 pm
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Title: __________________
Series: none
Rating: R
Word Count: 1600
Overall Summary: A ballerina has a stalker. A philosopher, a math prodigy, and a Marine object.
Scene Specific Summary: The harassment continues. Concern is expressed. Neitzsche is mentioned.
Notes: Second through fourth scene of an as-yet unfinished, untitled play. Rating for extensive profanity. I am not happy with the fourth scene in particular.
Scene 2
A week later, early morning. LILY is asleep on the couch. The area immediately surrounding her suggests drifting off during an all-night vigil, probably not that long ago. The rest of the apartment is immaculate in the fashion of compulsive cleaning. In the kitchen, the phone rings. LILY wakes suddenly, makes haste to answer.
LILY
Evette? What? Oh, Casca. Hey, what's - No, everything's fine, why? The light? Oh, yeah. I was just waiting up for Evette and fell asleep. No, that's fine. She was meeting with her adviser, probably passed out on his couch or something. Okay. Thanks. You, too.
Hangs up.
LILY
Fuck.
Pause. Key in lock. Door catches on chain.
EVETTE
(outside the door)
Lily?
LILY
Evette! Stand back.
LILY lets her in and immediately hugs her.
LILY
Christ. Christ, where the living fuck have you been?
EVETTE
Dr. Reyes, man. Motherfucker can't go three minutes without hauling out Neitzsche's rotting Nazifuck corpse to wave around.
LILY
You've been talking about Neitzsche all night?
EVETTE
Fucker followed me into my dreams. You haven't been up this whole time, have you?
LILY goes and reseals the door.
LILY
No. I crashed around three.
EVETTE
On the couch? What are you doing up now?
LILY
Casca noticed the lights had been on all night and called to see if there was anything wrong.
EVETTE
Casca.
LILY
Yeah. Fuck, Evette.
EVETTE
Ah, Lily. Think you can get back to sleep?
LILY
It's a miracle I managed it the first time.
EVETTE
Did you - Okay, not now. Go take a shower. I'll have breakfast ready when you get out.
LILY
You cooking for me?
EVETTE
Don't tell. Wouldn't want to lose my cred.
LILY
You're in no danger of losing anything.
EVETTE
Except time. Go. Bathe.
LILY begins moving off.
LILY
Do we even have stuff for breakfast?
EVETTE
I went grocery shopping yesterday. We'll be fine.
LILY
Okay. Thanks, Evie.
EVETTE
Don't mention it.
LILY exits. Door clicks. Shower starts.
EVETTE
Don't ever, ever mention it. Fuck.
She begins making coffee, rooting through cupboards, looking for things; she narrates, interrupted once by the coffee grinder.
EVETTE
Fuck. Okay. Coffee. Coffee's the first thing. Fuck. Thank me. The fuck she thank me? Fuck. Okay. Breath. Breath. Coffee. And. On.
(coffee maker is now on)
Okay. Breakfast. Breakfast. Fuck. Breakfast. What do people eat at breakfast? I know this. I can do breakfast. I - Pancakes. I can - But pancakes? No. Eggs - too easy, fuck that shit. French toast? I can do that. Yes. I can -
(she whips out her phone, speed dials)
Hey, Dante. Yeah, morning. Your sister likes French toast, right? Yeah, thanks, I thought so. Oh, fuck you.
(she hangs up, begins preparations)
Okay, good. We have a plan, now. Plans are good. And there is a plan. And that plan is - stop talking to myself before I actually turn into Dr. Reyes. Jesus fuck.
Shower runs on.
EVETTE
I really fucking wish she wouldn't call me Evie.
Lights down. Moments pass. Shower stops.
Scene 3
Back up on LILY and EVETTE, after breakfast. LILY is washing up.
EVETTE
You're going to have to tell your brother I tried to poison you, by the way.
LILY
What'd I do?
EVETTE
You ate my cooking.
LILY
I like your cooking. I aspire to each more of your cooking. I would eat more of it, if you'd ever deign to produce it.
EVETTE
He doesn't know that. He, like the rest of creation, assumes I'd burn down the house with a TV dinner.
LILY
It's because of your coffee.
EVETTE
My coffee is fantastic.
LILY
Let's not get into it now, okay? Oh, speaking of, thanks for making do with human coffee this morning. I appreciate it.
EVETTE
No problem. I called your brother to make sure you liked French toast.
LILY
And, having been seventh in his class at MIT -
EVETTE
MIT produces plenty of idiots, dude. Your brother, however, does not seem to one of them. For instance, he somehow divined, based on my calling him at breakfast time to inquire as to your preferences in regard to breakfast food -
LILY
That you were cooking me breakfast. And you want me to tell him it was terrible.
EVETTE
Well, you don't have to lie if it bothers you that much. We can just refuse to discuss it.
LILY
Yeah, whatever. Let's do that. Though I still don't see why it's this big secret you know how to operate a spatula.
EVETTE
Cause I'm lazy as all fuck?
LILY
As you wish, Evette. Thanks for unfucking yourself long enough to feed me. Are you done with that mug?
EVETTE
Have at it.
LILY
Thanks. Now it's your turn to get clean.
EVETTE
I was going to go to bed.
LILY
You smell like Neitzscheanism.
EVETTE
But a small detour in pursuit of personal hygiene can only improve our overall standard of living. Good call, Lily.
LILY
I thought so.
EVETTE
You need to sleep, too.
LILY
Go, Evette.
EVETTE
I'm going.
She exits. LILY finishes EVETTE's mug, the last dish. Shower starts off stage. LILY begins setting the sofa area, where she slept, to rights. Stops, produces her phone, dials.
LILY
Hey, Casca? It's Lily, hey. Just wanted to let you now Evette made it in okay. Yeah, right after you called. No, it's fine, thank you. Sorry to worry you. All right, thanks. You, too.
She puts the phone on the counter, begins straightening again. Phone signals a message. Lights down.
Scene 4
EVETTE and LILY, later that morning. Key in lock, DANTE enters, seals everything behind him. He has brought EVETTE a new phone.
DANTE
I got it.
EVETTE
Thanks, dude.
DANTE
Here.
LILY
Thank, Dante.
EVETTE
Keys?
DANTE
Here.
LILY
I'm going to have to keep the old one for a while.
DANTE
Yeah.
LILY
That's the number my agent has. And fuck knows what he'd say about this.
EVETTE
Good publicity.
LILY
Fuck publicity.
EVETTE
That attitude right there is why you'll never make it in show business. And this is why I'll never it in friendship. I say terrible, terrible things and terrible, terrible times, I'm sorry, just fucking ignore me, okay?
LILY
It's all right, Evette. Just settle down, okay?
EVETTE
Fucking settle.
LILY
It's not your stalker.
EVETTE
No, it's yours. That's worse.
LILY
Evette.
DANTE
This whole thing is pointless.
LILY
What?
DANTE
The phone. Doesn't matter how many we get you if we don't now how he got your number to begin with.
EVETTE
Fair point. How did he get your number? I mean -
Phone dings.
DANTE
Fuck! Again?
EVETTE
What's it say?
LILY
'Wish you'd answer'. Nothing overtly threatening. Just maudlin and creepy.
EVETTE
And still no way to definitively prove it's him.
DANTE
It's him.
LILY
It's him.
EVETTE
I know that. It's the police you've got to convince.
DANTE
The goddamned police.
EVETTE
They'd be more open to bribes than a heaven-bound force.
DANTE
How did he get your number?
LILY
My agent? I don't know.
DANTE
Am I right in thinking you actually didn't tell your agent you had a violent sociopath stalking you?
LILY
I'll go call him.
DANTE
Good idea.
LILY takes both phones with her and exits right. EVETTE has picked up a plastic cup at some point.
EVETTE
Fuck!
She throws it; bounce, ricochet; goes after it.
DANTE
Not nearly as satisfying, is it?
EVETTE
Not even close. But we can go barefoot.
DANTE
It'll all about the little things.
EVETTE
Is this turd smart enough to go through her agent? Would it occur to him? Could he play it right? Dude wouldn't give a client's private number out to any asshole off the street. I mean, dancers get stalkers even if they don't come pre-fucking-equipped. It's a thing.
DANTE
Far as we know he's in Nashville, dude. Don't make it worse than it is.
EVETTE
Hypothetically speaking. I'm thinking out loud, okay?
DANTE
I got that. And I really doubt it was her agent.
EVETTE
Then who? She doesn't give people her number. And the ones who do have it -
DANTE
Aren't going to give it out to any asshole on the street. I know.
EVETTE
Okay. Let's go about this logically. Who does have it?
DANTE
I do. You do.
EVETTE
Really?
DANTE
Mom does.
EVETTE
Dr. Reyes does.
DANTE
Why - ?
EVETTE
He doesn't know he has it. It's one of the alternate ways to get in touch with me.
DANTE
Okay. Her agent?
EVETTE
There's two dancers she hangs out with who have it but both of them have dealt with this shit.
DANTE
Stalker shit?
EVETTE
Yeah. So I really doubt they're going to go throwing it around.
DANTE
Delivery places?
EVETTE
We use my phone. Or the landline.
DANTE
People you went to school with?
EVETTE
Just one and she wouldn't give it to anybody without checking with one of us first. I can call and make sure but. . .
DANTE
Have all my sisters friends been stalked?
EVETTE
Only the ones who have her phone number. What about at home?
DANTE
Have to ask her. But they actually watched the whole thing play out so I can't see 'em giving that asshole the time of day let alone her goddamned phone number.
EVETTE
That's what I figured. Fuck.
DANTE
Fuck.
LILY reenters, in shock.
EVETTE
Lily?
DANTE
You all right?
LILY
I -
Stops.
EVETTE
Lily?
LILY
He's in New York.
Lights down.
Series: none
Rating: R
Word Count: 1600
Overall Summary: A ballerina has a stalker. A philosopher, a math prodigy, and a Marine object.
Scene Specific Summary: The harassment continues. Concern is expressed. Neitzsche is mentioned.
Notes: Second through fourth scene of an as-yet unfinished, untitled play. Rating for extensive profanity. I am not happy with the fourth scene in particular.
Scene 2
A week later, early morning. LILY is asleep on the couch. The area immediately surrounding her suggests drifting off during an all-night vigil, probably not that long ago. The rest of the apartment is immaculate in the fashion of compulsive cleaning. In the kitchen, the phone rings. LILY wakes suddenly, makes haste to answer.
LILY
Evette? What? Oh, Casca. Hey, what's - No, everything's fine, why? The light? Oh, yeah. I was just waiting up for Evette and fell asleep. No, that's fine. She was meeting with her adviser, probably passed out on his couch or something. Okay. Thanks. You, too.
Hangs up.
LILY
Fuck.
Pause. Key in lock. Door catches on chain.
EVETTE
(outside the door)
Lily?
LILY
Evette! Stand back.
LILY lets her in and immediately hugs her.
LILY
Christ. Christ, where the living fuck have you been?
EVETTE
Dr. Reyes, man. Motherfucker can't go three minutes without hauling out Neitzsche's rotting Nazifuck corpse to wave around.
LILY
You've been talking about Neitzsche all night?
EVETTE
Fucker followed me into my dreams. You haven't been up this whole time, have you?
LILY goes and reseals the door.
LILY
No. I crashed around three.
EVETTE
On the couch? What are you doing up now?
LILY
Casca noticed the lights had been on all night and called to see if there was anything wrong.
EVETTE
Casca.
LILY
Yeah. Fuck, Evette.
EVETTE
Ah, Lily. Think you can get back to sleep?
LILY
It's a miracle I managed it the first time.
EVETTE
Did you - Okay, not now. Go take a shower. I'll have breakfast ready when you get out.
LILY
You cooking for me?
EVETTE
Don't tell. Wouldn't want to lose my cred.
LILY
You're in no danger of losing anything.
EVETTE
Except time. Go. Bathe.
LILY begins moving off.
LILY
Do we even have stuff for breakfast?
EVETTE
I went grocery shopping yesterday. We'll be fine.
LILY
Okay. Thanks, Evie.
EVETTE
Don't mention it.
LILY exits. Door clicks. Shower starts.
EVETTE
Don't ever, ever mention it. Fuck.
She begins making coffee, rooting through cupboards, looking for things; she narrates, interrupted once by the coffee grinder.
EVETTE
Fuck. Okay. Coffee. Coffee's the first thing. Fuck. Thank me. The fuck she thank me? Fuck. Okay. Breath. Breath. Coffee. And. On.
(coffee maker is now on)
Okay. Breakfast. Breakfast. Fuck. Breakfast. What do people eat at breakfast? I know this. I can do breakfast. I - Pancakes. I can - But pancakes? No. Eggs - too easy, fuck that shit. French toast? I can do that. Yes. I can -
(she whips out her phone, speed dials)
Hey, Dante. Yeah, morning. Your sister likes French toast, right? Yeah, thanks, I thought so. Oh, fuck you.
(she hangs up, begins preparations)
Okay, good. We have a plan, now. Plans are good. And there is a plan. And that plan is - stop talking to myself before I actually turn into Dr. Reyes. Jesus fuck.
Shower runs on.
EVETTE
I really fucking wish she wouldn't call me Evie.
Lights down. Moments pass. Shower stops.
Scene 3
Back up on LILY and EVETTE, after breakfast. LILY is washing up.
EVETTE
You're going to have to tell your brother I tried to poison you, by the way.
LILY
What'd I do?
EVETTE
You ate my cooking.
LILY
I like your cooking. I aspire to each more of your cooking. I would eat more of it, if you'd ever deign to produce it.
EVETTE
He doesn't know that. He, like the rest of creation, assumes I'd burn down the house with a TV dinner.
LILY
It's because of your coffee.
EVETTE
My coffee is fantastic.
LILY
Let's not get into it now, okay? Oh, speaking of, thanks for making do with human coffee this morning. I appreciate it.
EVETTE
No problem. I called your brother to make sure you liked French toast.
LILY
And, having been seventh in his class at MIT -
EVETTE
MIT produces plenty of idiots, dude. Your brother, however, does not seem to one of them. For instance, he somehow divined, based on my calling him at breakfast time to inquire as to your preferences in regard to breakfast food -
LILY
That you were cooking me breakfast. And you want me to tell him it was terrible.
EVETTE
Well, you don't have to lie if it bothers you that much. We can just refuse to discuss it.
LILY
Yeah, whatever. Let's do that. Though I still don't see why it's this big secret you know how to operate a spatula.
EVETTE
Cause I'm lazy as all fuck?
LILY
As you wish, Evette. Thanks for unfucking yourself long enough to feed me. Are you done with that mug?
EVETTE
Have at it.
LILY
Thanks. Now it's your turn to get clean.
EVETTE
I was going to go to bed.
LILY
You smell like Neitzscheanism.
EVETTE
But a small detour in pursuit of personal hygiene can only improve our overall standard of living. Good call, Lily.
LILY
I thought so.
EVETTE
You need to sleep, too.
LILY
Go, Evette.
EVETTE
I'm going.
She exits. LILY finishes EVETTE's mug, the last dish. Shower starts off stage. LILY begins setting the sofa area, where she slept, to rights. Stops, produces her phone, dials.
LILY
Hey, Casca? It's Lily, hey. Just wanted to let you now Evette made it in okay. Yeah, right after you called. No, it's fine, thank you. Sorry to worry you. All right, thanks. You, too.
She puts the phone on the counter, begins straightening again. Phone signals a message. Lights down.
Scene 4
EVETTE and LILY, later that morning. Key in lock, DANTE enters, seals everything behind him. He has brought EVETTE a new phone.
DANTE
I got it.
EVETTE
Thanks, dude.
DANTE
Here.
LILY
Thank, Dante.
EVETTE
Keys?
DANTE
Here.
LILY
I'm going to have to keep the old one for a while.
DANTE
Yeah.
LILY
That's the number my agent has. And fuck knows what he'd say about this.
EVETTE
Good publicity.
LILY
Fuck publicity.
EVETTE
That attitude right there is why you'll never make it in show business. And this is why I'll never it in friendship. I say terrible, terrible things and terrible, terrible times, I'm sorry, just fucking ignore me, okay?
LILY
It's all right, Evette. Just settle down, okay?
EVETTE
Fucking settle.
LILY
It's not your stalker.
EVETTE
No, it's yours. That's worse.
LILY
Evette.
DANTE
This whole thing is pointless.
LILY
What?
DANTE
The phone. Doesn't matter how many we get you if we don't now how he got your number to begin with.
EVETTE
Fair point. How did he get your number? I mean -
Phone dings.
DANTE
Fuck! Again?
EVETTE
What's it say?
LILY
'Wish you'd answer'. Nothing overtly threatening. Just maudlin and creepy.
EVETTE
And still no way to definitively prove it's him.
DANTE
It's him.
LILY
It's him.
EVETTE
I know that. It's the police you've got to convince.
DANTE
The goddamned police.
EVETTE
They'd be more open to bribes than a heaven-bound force.
DANTE
How did he get your number?
LILY
My agent? I don't know.
DANTE
Am I right in thinking you actually didn't tell your agent you had a violent sociopath stalking you?
LILY
I'll go call him.
DANTE
Good idea.
LILY takes both phones with her and exits right. EVETTE has picked up a plastic cup at some point.
EVETTE
Fuck!
She throws it; bounce, ricochet; goes after it.
DANTE
Not nearly as satisfying, is it?
EVETTE
Not even close. But we can go barefoot.
DANTE
It'll all about the little things.
EVETTE
Is this turd smart enough to go through her agent? Would it occur to him? Could he play it right? Dude wouldn't give a client's private number out to any asshole off the street. I mean, dancers get stalkers even if they don't come pre-fucking-equipped. It's a thing.
DANTE
Far as we know he's in Nashville, dude. Don't make it worse than it is.
EVETTE
Hypothetically speaking. I'm thinking out loud, okay?
DANTE
I got that. And I really doubt it was her agent.
EVETTE
Then who? She doesn't give people her number. And the ones who do have it -
DANTE
Aren't going to give it out to any asshole on the street. I know.
EVETTE
Okay. Let's go about this logically. Who does have it?
DANTE
I do. You do.
EVETTE
Really?
DANTE
Mom does.
EVETTE
Dr. Reyes does.
DANTE
Why - ?
EVETTE
He doesn't know he has it. It's one of the alternate ways to get in touch with me.
DANTE
Okay. Her agent?
EVETTE
There's two dancers she hangs out with who have it but both of them have dealt with this shit.
DANTE
Stalker shit?
EVETTE
Yeah. So I really doubt they're going to go throwing it around.
DANTE
Delivery places?
EVETTE
We use my phone. Or the landline.
DANTE
People you went to school with?
EVETTE
Just one and she wouldn't give it to anybody without checking with one of us first. I can call and make sure but. . .
DANTE
Have all my sisters friends been stalked?
EVETTE
Only the ones who have her phone number. What about at home?
DANTE
Have to ask her. But they actually watched the whole thing play out so I can't see 'em giving that asshole the time of day let alone her goddamned phone number.
EVETTE
That's what I figured. Fuck.
DANTE
Fuck.
LILY reenters, in shock.
EVETTE
Lily?
DANTE
You all right?
LILY
I -
Stops.
EVETTE
Lily?
LILY
He's in New York.
Lights down.