EVAN I am utterly becalmed. What I dread most is silence, The latest form of impotence. I need stringing up and tautening. This is the Revenge of love. Its revenge on me.
EVA I am suffused with love because I am free. My work becomes our child, Our extension. Immortal. Still, Something vanishes when you’re not there.
EVAN Elayna broke her hip. How irreplaceable she is to me. Our brand of married happiness is entirely unsung. I shrink to leave her even for a day.
EVA I’m sorry it wasn’t fatal. Am I so dispensable to you? You love no one. If you turn against me I’ll die in a week because I have no one looking after me.
EVAN Turn against you! Agonizing! In spite of the hangover of humiliation I broke down all reserves so we could be together. A very happy day and I was sorry to leave you.
EVA Wed & sad. Past distress muffled by age & habit. Today we meet formally as if at a garden party. A promise unfulfilled. Miracles happen but The gift of love is guilt & pain.
EVAN You looked so ill I was nagged by fear I bored you. I long for the happiness of old age, Guilt free, pain free, fear free.
EVA I invited Elayna to lunch.
EVAN I am not best pleased. Your ghost will haunt me till I die. The day you come to like each other It will be poison to our love.
Elayna rarely admits depression. I have had not just love but loyalty. You force ruthlessness. It is a good thing your throat is sore Or you would never stop talking.
EVA Are you sending me your signet ring? I want something solid to remember you by. A last communion. Dodging death, I fight off this Paralyzing loneliness.
(EVA fades away. EVAN is alone.)
EVAN Is the flaw in love a flaw in me? I never should have married. My heart jumps with pain like a hooked fish. I am rudderless. Upon your death My ring comes back, All your contrivances revealed.
Now that you are gone, I find you everywhere. It’s hard to take in the fact that We will never see each other again; Never, never, never. You are gone from me forever.
I walk the streets and weep. Is this delayed shock? Boredom or despair? I will never cease to feel this pain till I cease feeling anything. For the last three nights, I dreamed of you.
Did I anger you, neglect you? It’s too late to pray – I await your final book with horror. I need to know I was your life. Please come back one last time For just an hour. If you ever thought you loved more than I You are now Revenged.
EVA Allen’s buried. Without husband, I re-experience my youth. Oh, the bafflement of the young! I broke off my first Engagement because I loved too much And cast about for a spouse I could Control. I believe you did that, too.
EVAN I experienced our parting as unbearable. I had to run away – Your rush of talk was like someone bursting into tears. I felt like an executioner robbing you of sleep. Without you My nose began to bleed and It’s been bleeding ever since. We must love each other less to become more tranquil.
EVA I am a witch and you should fear me. I glow with contempt and boredom and fury. I don’t understand why I can’t experience life by your side. We share the same senses, The same vein of joy. Our life together is timeless, continuous.
EVAN Your letter fraught with dynamite. I can never be alone, it is me and the gin bottle. I am home nowhere now – except with you.
EVA Please don’t get yourself into a state – But Edgar has proposed, forcing me to face the fact That I literally cannot live without you.
EVAN I dread you will succumb to Edgar. You called him “sweet” and “cozy” and “brilliantly entertaining” And I am none of those things. Did you bewitch him? I ask in my persecuted voice. It would be your ultimate justice, sending me to hell. We lose each other by inches. Aren’t we doing that already?
EVA I can’t show Edgar the brutal candor Behind my loving kindness. He mistakes the hostess for a person. I arrange my flowers in symbols of you And everyone’s too stupid to notice. To bed alone again tonight. I wish Elayna would die. Then we should be equals.
EVAN I must refuse your guilt. I feel a shift in the angle of vision Further from you than ever. A foreboding so final it seemed the end. Your pleading for our life dissolves my will.
EVA I am gnawed by an aching hopeless wish. Loneliness leads to breakdown, Becomes dementia. I batter Around the rooms of this castle, Brightly-plumaged, Knocking into furniture, A tragic bird who’s trapped indoors. Even dizzy with drink I maintain the frigidity Of an Edwardian hostess Intolerant of scenes at meals. Without you life’s a half-lit room.
EVAN I’ve become a character in your melodrama An absurd scalawag of romantic vice. Let’s reject this Hopeless dilemma.
EVA What could be more beautiful than our ten days in New York, Among perverted architecture. No loss of illusion there, rather an increase. I’m in the midst of a dreary financial crisis, Having breakdown on my feet. I hope I don’t sound too shocked and sad. You are life to me as nothing is. My fingers still tremble, Touching you after 17 years.
EVAN This is the Eva I first met, first knew, first loved. We waited it out and didn’t lose each other. I was sane or mad to doubt you & myself. We are like two people sweating blood I dread losing you But Elayna’s power still holds me. One of you may do me harm.
EVA Thanks for the cash, I hope it doesn’t embarrass you too much. You are a reviver and a balm. We shall be in Paris together before we die.
EVAN If you want me to be unselfish, let me be unselfish. You are my greatest friend. I’m Trying to keep off the drink while you’re here, Otherwise I know I’ll wreck everything. Three manhattans makes me crazy. Your feverish cheer does not seem solid. Is this the wreckage of our love? Once frightened of your clinical eye Now I’m more frightened of my own. I’ve matriculated in Your fearful university.
EVA We sheer away in horror Scenting fumes of evil As we lose control. Defeat and exhaustion, alarm and despondency. Demoralized and sad. Slam down the lid on pain and resentment: I have taken against your family. Let’s dance. To sit In silence denigrates our love.
EVAN My heart aches for you. We talked for the first time in weeks About hurt and resentment. I could manage my life if it weren’t for you And you could manage yours if it weren’t for me. You infect me with your despair and I flee to my wife To release the pressure. Her quickening influence works my imagination.
EVA I hate that you travel the world without me. You pervade that place as God pervades our hearts. I obsess that you’re in places where I’m not. I could not live without seeing you. Yet Our visit may turn sour.
EVAN Everything except your beautiful self rusts Or dies or goes away. My love only seems dead; it’s alive underneath. If you die I shall never forgive you.
We need ideas that are less about ourselves.
EVA My rage is based on my assumption Of togetherness and my Secret fear you’re being got at when We could be so snug together.
EVAN I hurt Elayna tonight But there’s no help for it. She cares for me and I only care for a life apart. A clean break, an amputation Makes me frantic and guilty. She says we have a happy marriage only because She willed it. This smell of death and decay Makes me long for sex. Could you help me find a girl – any girl you choose – Or will you call me a sex mad degenerate? Panic makes my hands shake. I thought of Elayna and I wept.
EVA I received your sad, wild letter. I accept that you can’t free yourself. Do you accept it? I feel so very near you. I accept that you make sex Desperately with strangers – Do you accept it? Can anyone love such a cold-blooded person?
EVAN How silly I am, I thought I reconciled to our ending, Expecting a collapse of tension & illusion. But it’s a prospect I just can’t face.
EVA Did I leave my diary behind? Don’t read it, not that you would. It’s anaphrodisiac. I am filled with envious admiration For the way you spend your time. It’s an incentive to work, being alone. Diplomats are never lonely.
EVAN My bed gets so icy in the small hours of the morning – I am losing interest in sex. Perhaps I am already part of the spirit world. I am in limbo and will never escape this place.
The teenager remains alive in me, I have a Panic fear of conformity So I cast myself as the elderly rake. I fear I’m the bore – Marriage gets me down.
EVA When you go on and on about yourself You’re a man I don’t recognize. I prefer your adolescent self. The man of the house should be a free agent. A respected prowler Never lonely, housebound, Eating baked beans and drinking stewed tea.
EVAN In other countries women Are less bossy and more decorative. You are jealous of my life – I am jealous of yours.
EVA Ah the pain of your reproach! Not seeing you would kill me. I live for the memory of our every moment. I wouldn’t give a damn if I died tomorrow.
EVAN This is the letter I would write you if I dared, if I weren’t frightened by the cancer Of your wife-hatred. I am overworked, wrung out. Possessed by you.
You make me live at the pitch of anguish. Our love has roots in good and evil, It lives in the darkest places of our natures Shall we end by destroying each other? You have the deadlier weapons.
EVA I do have a bad effect on people. Guilt, conspiracy, love, I cannot breathe without them.
EVAN Boredom, dissipation, remorse, And apprehension– I can’t escape this obsessive cycle. Beneath the controlled surface of my mind Opportunities to be frenzied are endless. I’m afraid of saying something ruthless which many stick.
EVA This place is full of you. I can no longer look at hyacinths Gratitude for our happiness chokes me. The restlessness of pleasure going to waste. Missing you is like an illness.
EVAN If there’s a worm in this bud Who is the corruptor? Your insights are so powerful they alter mine.
EVA I believe we should exchange rings. Is this a faux pas? Would your wife object? I need something in case you die of your itch or I fall out of an airplane.
I wonder why Elayna’s throat won’t heal? I believe she is ice-bound. Sealing you away from life.
EVAN You witch, you have Frozen poor Elayna’s throat. I begged you not to. You make all Suffering physical.
EVA Elayna’s frozen her own throat – I wish you’d see it. Depression is hallucinatory. Guilt and sorrow undermine my confidence, I refuse to give them credence.
EVAN I’m grateful when we talk calmly, Our fearful scenes seem so long ago. I’m sure the panic of youth has played its part. I used to hope you would love me less over time But now I think we love each other equally.
EVA You are so near me I feel we are one person. I feel you now beside me. I will make you real.
EVAN I feel your longing As I fear your signaling. I owe you happiness But I can’t express it. We must believe life is as beautiful as music Says it is.
EVA The illusions we cultivate are A form of courage. Forget my deficiencies Find amusement in the worldly game.
EVAN Do you really love me? Why should you? I don’t any longer Believe In friendship.
EVA It is a horror, an outrage That we should not be together. I struggle against The wound of not knowing where you are each minute. Everything you do is more important to me than my own life. The whole of me is with you. I see and feel you so distinctly, Your beloved cold hand in mine Your touch on the nape of my neck.
Joy and agony – my insides torn by pincers. A double goodbye would have been awful – two bites on the bullet of pain.
This love is like something we have given birth to. We must never blunt our imagination or tenderness. Don’t get a cold in your soul.
EVAN Are these abortive suicide attempts? I disappoint everyone. Cut the cable. Set me free.
I deliberately left one of your letters for Elayna to find.
With me love is linked with A need to betray. I invite possessiveness. She made me promise our love would never be physical. I lied fluidly.
EVA Even the thought of Such a loss of pleasure tears at my heart Like some medieval torture.
You harrow me unbearably. My defenses are down. I’m filled me with a sense of ghastly injury. How I wish I were more beautiful – It’s my mouth that ages me. It reveals my greedy secrets.
I want you seeing all of me – Even if it hurts. My work Is my legacy – You are your own child. You preserve your youth with the harm That you cause.
I feel I am dead and already Interred – in you. You are my eternity.
EVAN Repressed boredom causes blocks You can’t have everything. I am kept aloft by the conflict of Unbearables. It makes me happy.
EVA If our dancing life is over – Should I enter a convent? There’s no point in being alive if we’re not together. I show my deepest self to you alone.
EVAN Please – no more shaming conversations Over Irish whisky. Let’s cut our losses And get some fun from life. Your miraculous capacities awaken My belief in myself.
EVA
The gash in our love might close But I’ll never forget it’s there. Life with you is a remote happiness to which I cling
EVAN And all this time you write such Fantastic books. If you were as unhappy as you say, You couldn’t write so well. I’m proud to be The whetstone on which you sharpen – I should be thanked for all your works.
Writing to you Makes me itch with a beastly itch – Exhilarated, punch drunk Feeling your enthrallment Despite the day’s malaise.
I can’t put my heart back in the hollow Where it used to be. You force me to see Myself.
At the peak of my ambition, Beauty and power curdle within me. People are so easily fooled, so Satisfied with little identify my performance with my Soul.
You’ve spoiled me for everything. Stop warning me you’ll take a lover – I don’t own your life and never aspired to. There is heartbreak here, but is the ghost in the house Or in me? We argue about who has the worst friends, But our friends are all the same. Please Send another psychic telegram, “You’re the One.”
EVA Your last screed was a masterpiece. I believe writing it Creates that eczema from which You say you suffer. My friends at Tosca said it’s bad manners To make a depressing fuss And get other people down.
EVAN Is the strength I draw from you a fairy tale? I am appalled by the joint misery we feel. Why should we not rebel?
EVA You shed your light around me. If only we could stand each other. You’ll keep the blood Running in my veins Threatening to spill.
EVAN Someone said I look ten years younger From drinking your life, I’m sure. I need my own room because I sleep badly and I like to roam at night.
Tosca is too emotional to be good taste But I’m happy you enjoyed it. I feel far from you right now but Underneath I’m outrageously glad.
EVA Your diplomacy fascinates me. Your mettle is the stuff of history. When young I resisted education Like a fool – But It makes everything comprehensible. What kills me is having to deal with people.
I tie myself up writing Imaginary conversations with you – It’s possible you’re a creature of My invention. Our pattern seems set – Or is it? If treachery can’t break it, There is no death.
EVAN A happy guilty day full of betrayals Kept me in an extraordinary state Of fascination. I’ve lied to everyone for So long, I feel certain that truth Is beyond me.
EVA I’d rather see you dead at my feet Than dead ON your feet. That would be a mercy killing – The last unbearable agony – Wondering if you existed at all.
I have small talent for this. I have disgraced my idealism, Pretending boredom can be fruitful. Waiting, waiting for you everywhere. I Wake one day to find I’ve lost my looks, my hair, fascination, brain – everything.
EVAN You’re only waking up In an empty hotel. The light is always different The morning after. This is what middle-aged people do. I love the brutality of your world. You never fade. You are my word made flesh.
EVA You are my religion. Until In fell in love with you I was 25 inside. I lived in a world of dreams and theories. Your experiences seem realer to me than mine.
EVAN Social instinct is my religion. You have the bravery and intelligence Men are supposed to have But never do. To have touched the same places Is a bond between us. I never think of my deficiencies – Or how could I forgive myself?
EVA Middle-aged people go to weddings Out of perverse fascination for the bride. I was that bride – My day was all champagne. Anaesthetized It doesn’t hurt so much. Such a sense of enormity came over me I almost fainted. I gave Allen the dirtiest look: “You caused this.”
Without a wedding dress I was a restless, dowdy snob. People were falling in love left and right – Even in decaying marriages. I wanted that – He read my subtext. And I was caught.
EVAN These dreary parties have a decaying effect. My loneliness for you is like a whiplash. Your absence is a bitter injury But nothing can injure our love – We’re too strong for them. I’m silenced till I hear from you.
If I let myself go I would feel desperate. I can’t bear you’re going to France without me – But – isn’t love our country?
EVA I won’t say “I’ll die if you don’t come” Because I know you would come if you possibly could. What a skeleton in the cupboard a wife is.
EVAN Don’t be jealous of Elayna. You are the only goal Toward which my life is tending. You are the meaning of my life. I could never live for work alone.
EVA You enlarge my soul. In your mind is my existence. You’re more real to me than me. I’m in a peculiar psychic state. It’s an atmosphere of illusion. I envy Elayna all the time. It drips like an irritant over my nerves.
EVAN What of Allen? You Have your worse half too. I don’t waste my time Being jealous of him.
EVA Oh, Allen spends time lost in woods, Falling in love with trees. He’s No threat to anyone.
EVAN To understand one’s destiny One needs a framework for this mass of experience. How can I live separated from you? If I stopped caring for you I couldn’t care for anything.
I need my wife, her whip-cracking organization. I loathe living in the squalor I get to on my own. Having breakfast OUT of bed is the last horror. Miasmic feelings of impossibility and terror. Help me.
EVA We help each other By existing. Except for God I have no help but you. Our love is growing more formidable as our unshakeable belief Grows stronger. Like grace, it renews itself. All yesterday I glowed. My inability to accept your wife Is my deformity – help me with it. The light of our love is the only light for me.
I like women willful, late For appointments, fond of showy clothes and society, vague, drifting, dreamy, yet of course all of that is tiresome.
Love mingles with irritation. But I don’t like competence, intellectual honesty, intelligent sensuality. Women who turn on me saying, “You don’t love me.”
What good is it to have been so happy when it ends so painfully? I am a “crook”, a “torturer of women”, “Murderer.” She makes me feel a monster.
Below the surface of the will I feel deep animal distress, as if I had wives Hidden away somewhere; perhaps That is why I had to marry My present wife.
EVA If you start “trying to be good” that will really come between us. It’s too unattractive. What are you up to?
I dream of a small house in Burgundy but You must help me pay the rent. Having a home is a form of egotism. My beautiful one, you could make me so happy.
Selfishly I want you here So I don’t have to hallucinate your nearness. What’s that wife of yours – What do you call her – Elayna – Thinking in her frozen chamber?
I’m feeling sorrow at our growing separation. Can’t we pull out of the world’s battle and live in retreat? Grant me one last happiness Before the sufferings of Pain and old age.
EVAN I can’t keep up with life’s ambiguous futility. Is happiness just “freedom from pain”? Life is unendurable without you. People here are flirtatious but not sexy. it’s so boring here I’m hardening my heart to give up my home.
EVA I find your misery gratifying. This power of enjoyment comes from being an artist, It is the secret of my strength. When I was younger I used to Accommodate everyone – Now I’m recalcitrant.
It hurts because the sword runs through both of us. You’re never out of my thoughts, but Sadness dulls one. Honestly, I always risk failing you, Failing you in outstandingness.
You are extraordinary, I am extraordinary, we have been extraordinary together. Specimens under glass.
The agonizing force of missing you Is sweeping over me. We have eternity connecting us, Backward & forward but I just Can’t get anyone to believe it.
EVAN Would my death simplify things? My wife struggles with carrying the conversation While I stare glumly at the rain. We go to an expensive little restaurant And pretend we are on a date to really talk. My double life begins the moment I say “Are you in love with me”? And really mean “Am I in love with you?”
EVA That woman’s killing you. Imagine if you were dead and your wife Wrote a book explaining you To everyone! That’s true suffering – Fodder for the mealy-mouthed.
EVAN My wife won’t be writing any books About me or about anything. You’re the one To write the book. And I feel safe in your witch-like hands.
EVA Except I’ve told you over and over You’ll outlive me. Because You’re a killer. Or your wife is.
You look younger than I’ve ever seen you. Have you gone queer? I fear I’ll die of my addiction – We always do. We prefer it. Will you write about me?
(Ordinary dorm room with desk lights, two twin beds, built ins. JAZZ feels her body as if to reassure herself that it’s still there. CORSO – bare-chested –is sitting on one of the beds, studying a laptop)
CORSO
Lose something?
JAZZ
I lost everything. What are you doing here?
CORSO
Installing fun software. You seem distraught– your mood begs improvement. Come over here into the light and let me look at you.
JAZZ
I’m not distraught, I’m disgusted. Hey, that’s my laptop.
CORSO
Nothing human disgusts. Take it from me, you’re going to love your new social media interface.
JAZZ
The thing that disgusted me wasn’t human. Is your software a game?
CORSO
Everything worth doing devolves into game. As your administrator, I’m in charge of upgrades. We’ll do Mr. Quinn next. Any idea where he’s been hiding?
JAZZ
Stevie Farrell, din’t you mean? How did you get in here?
CORSO
I’m loco parentis, poor, suspicious little Jazz, just checking up. You’ve been keeping such bad company. And Stevie’s not the worst of it – there’s a prowler around campus who seems to have it in for you. Let’s hope it’s not too late to put your feet on a better course.
JAZZ
I’m leaving if you’re not.
CORSO
Poor Jazz, what can we do to mitigate these fears?
JAZZ
(Throws herself impulsively on the other bed)
I’m not afraid of you.
CORSO
I see we have much work ahead.
JAZZ
(She finds his shirt – reacts like it’s infectious and throws it at him)
Why can’t you keep your clothes on?
CORSO
(Catching the shirt effortlessly)
Stevie and I were very informal; I was hoping we could be informal too. I gather he confessed his proclivities to you?
JAZZ
I heard a lot about how you can’t be trusted.
CORSO
Credulous Jazz! We must teach you discernment. Education is challenge, not safety or comfort – I strengthen minds and bodies to appreciate, manipulate and surmount reality. Recreate your own world. If you don’t want those things, then you’re fodder like the rest of them.
(fans himself with the shirt)
These rooms are very hot. Do you know the trick to opening these windows? Aren’t you feeling overdressed?
JAZZ
I saw your game.
CORSO
I borrowed bodies that weren’t being used! And aren’t you the better for it? Restful sleep, interesting dreams, AND a paycheck, now there’s a deal. I’ll throw in little Stevie to be your guide.
JAZZ
How can we converse when you pervert language? You pervert language and ideas. You pervert bodies.
CORSO
Debate’s not your forte, Jazz. I can assist with that. You entered this room requesting an upgrade in your selective amnesia. It’s something we all must have, otherwise none of us could function. I can help you control it.
JAZZ
If it comes from you, I don’t want it.
CORSO
Poor little Jazz! Who could you be channeling – me or him? Or perhaps it’s that desperado asking everyone for scuttlebutt?
JAZZ
I went with the flow till the flow tried to drown me. I’m becoming my own person.
CORSO
All freshmen think that. Is the real Jazz so robotic? You used to be so much more fun. You were quite the adventurer.
(laughs)
Let’s laugh together. Why so serious?
(mimes a ridiculously pulled down clown face)
Life unlocks all its secret pleasures once you master the key.
CHASE
(Bursts into the room)
Is the key murder? Soul murder, followed by physical murder to make sure the souls stay dead?
(JAZZ vaults to her feet, they hug, obviously drawing strength from one another)
CHASE
Stand up, you bastard.
CORSO
Oh, can the paranoia, little Steve. Victimology is so limiting. Jazz and I aren’tinvolved, if that’s what’s bothering you. We share a strictly business relationship. There’s room for you, too if you down your tools of self-destruction.
(Rises imposingly. He’s bigger thanCHASE)
CHASE
We have all the proof we need. You can’t get away with it.
JAZZ
The bodies are piling up.
CORSO
But they long to pile, and not feel guilty! Everyone wants to be a porn star!
CHASE
We know what you did.
CORSO
What a shame, then, that you felt the need to mime unconsciousness. When will feel your feelings and live your truth? Isn’t that what youth is all about?
JAZZ
Being drugged isn’t truth!
CORSO
Yet you – both of you – acceded to all of it. Names along the bottom line. The law says you’re adults.
JAZZ
I know what you did is illegal!
CORSO
Fashion to law, little Jazz, and with such startling speed! Too bad the law is amorphous, the law’s in transition, it’s a creature of fashion just as you were. Things that were illegal last year are perfectly legal today. People go to court and bankrupt themselves to “win” – ask your sad friend – but the law doesn’t help them feel they have won. They spend the rest of their lives trying to recapture the glow of surrender.
CHASE
You are vile and despicable – everything about you is saturated with evil.
CORSO
I see that you two have made loserdom your bond. It’s so unhealthy, all this focus on the past. You could enjoy both youth and wealth, but you consciously choose misery. Let’s try ratiocination for a change. Who gives benefits and who gives problems? Haven’t I made all your tiny dreams come true? You can have Mr. Quinn if you want him, Jazz, anyone can. Now let’s concentrate on upgrading these immature fantasies.
CHASE
What if we tell the Dean?
CORSO
Who, Bernie?I’m sure you’ll find Bernie doesn’t expect me to police my students’ very randy sex and dream lives.Bernie and I understand each other perfectly. People loveporn, everyone wants an avatar and to feel like a creator. Let’s consecrate all this blood and shit to transcendental purposes.
JAZZ
You use words you can’t understand.We’re soulmates. We’ve seen worlds of possibility, of universe and time.
CORSO
You’re welcome!
JAZZ
You’ll never know what we can do.
CORSO
Pretty sure I can guess. Everything except freedom?
CHASE
Your freedom is all fake. You’re nothing but an appetite. All youcreate are slaves.
CORSO
Oh. Slaves! In a limitlessuniverse, slaves are no fun at all. It’s such a bore always having to direct.
(fanning himself)
Jazz, how can you tolerate this hideous heat? I know there’s a trick to these windows.
(Successfully opens window)
Stevie, get us a drink. Let’s sit down and talk this over like grownups.
CHASE
Not a chance.
(BEXappears spot-lit on the TOWER LIFT, scanning with his binoculars, holding his shotgun at the ready. He sights his quarry & racks his slide)
JAZZ
Look out the window, Dr. Corso.
(She pulls CHASE away)
Tell me what you see.
CORSO
(Peering)
Who’s out there, Jazz? Bile stained, piss stained revenants skulking home for parietals?
(BEXclimbs awkwardly out on the tower lift, hooking his leg, trying to get a good shot)
CORSO
(Waves out at the world)
Run home, littleoneironauts! Your memory cards expired!
(JAZZ grabsCHASEand pulls him to the floor. Shots ring out.CORSO, looks down at his chest as red stains bloom across his back. Plummets slowly out through the window. Recoil causes BEXto lose his footing – drop his gun – throw his arms up – cry out – fall)
JAZZ
Set a demon to catch a demon!
CHASE
May the aspirations of murderers always overreach.
JAZZ
And those of lovers override.
CHASE
Time to free the others? Whether they like it or not?
JAZZ
Kiss me.
(They kiss.Sacred music, pink glitter.DARKNESS. FINAL CURTAIN)
This can’t be real, Jazz. It isn’t real. It’s some planet we’re not on.
JAZZ
But it makes perfect sense. It answers all the questions. You know in your heart that was his plan all along.
CHASE
It can’t be real because my Mom is dead. Years ago. She killed herself the first Christmas I didn’t come home.
JAZZ
(Keeps trying to go back)
But I saw her. I We were there. How can it not be true?
(He tries to hug her – she resists)
Don’t touch me! I don’t feel like touching ever again.
(CHASEsits on the edge of the stage)
CHASE
Corso loves games – he’s always up for the latest thing. He can even claim he told us! We fell for it like puppies jumping for a biscuit.
JAZZ
So that part’s real? Our sex archetypes all over the cloud?
CHASE
Sexsomnia is real. He was way ahead of me.
(beat)
I should have guessed. It’s always the worst thing he can think of. Welcome to my nightmare.
JAZZ
I don’t want details.
CHASE
But we need to see – Everyone needs to see – just how the magician operates.
JAZZ
You’re right – magic is the important thing. There was magic all along, in spite of Corso.
CHASE
All he cares about it is cash and control. He honed the perfect weapon to take life hostage.
JAZZ
How ironic that the moment we stop believing, magic appears!
CHASE
Only toddlers believe. And toddlers are ill-equipped for these frolics. Where’s the magic in that?
JAZZ
Seeing your Mom was magic.
CHASE
Dark magic, you’ll agree. What were they thinking? Russian-Irish could never work!
JAZZ
My combination’s Portuguese-Swedish. Your Mom said she forgave you.
CHASE
She didn’t!
JAZZ
She did. I heard her. What was it like to see her again?
CHASE
Amazing and frustrating – the way it always was.
JAZZ
Admit we got the most wonderful bath! For a few minutes we saw how happy we could be.
CHASE
A ritual cleanse. Did seem like it was working.
JAZZ
I felt such peace, like nothing could hurt us ever.
CHASE
Then my Dad showed up.
JAZZ
So now I know him, too. I experienced them through you.
CHASE
In the house that never got finished. I pushed my Dad into bankruptcy. I destroyed my family.
JAZZ
You did not.
CHASE
If you’re going to be my soulmate you’ve seen the house of horrors where you have to live. Nobody could blame you for walking out.
JAZZ
Where would I walk to? Seriously. I thought the more worlds we saw the more paths – the more choices we would have, but the maze leads only two places – sickness and murder or – each other.
CHASE
But what if we resist?
JAZZ
Are we back to murder? A life for a life?
CHASE
Surely you see the appeal?
JAZZ
I think when you want to kill Corso it’s really your dad you want to kill.
CHASE
Wow! Free therapy! Bzzzt! No. My Dad I can get away from.
JAZZ
Apparently not.
CHASE
Once and done.
JAZZ
Finding crime scenes should not be inspiring us to create more of them.
CHASE
Why not, if everyone’s doing it?
JAZZ
Jails are full of defective reasoners.
CHASE
So I’m a defective reasoner, am I?
(JAZZsits beside him)
JAZZ
Seems like. I’m stuck with you and you’re stuck with me.
CHASE
But I don’t get it – if death doesn’t free you, what does?
JAZZ
Why couldn’t you tell me about her?
CHASE
I can’t even go there.
(long pause)
JAZZ
If you can’t go there I can’t see where there is to get to.
CHASE
Sexsomnia is like sleepwalking. They –
JAZZ
Would you stop it with trying to rationalize the irrational? It makes me feel so alone.
CHASE
(Holding her – she lets him)
We can’t have that.
(They start to kiss)
Maybe it hasn’t happened yet.
JAZZ
What part?
CHASE
The video Corso’s trying to create. If he hasn’t finished it, he hasn’t released it.
JAZZ
But what we did. It’s out there, alive, wandering the cloud.
CHASE
Maybe not.
JAZZ
I like this Chase better. So let’s get rid of it and warn the others.
CHASE
Are you sure they’ll care?
JAZZ
Someone will.
CHASE
They may prefer secrecy, or destruction. But people don’t believe without evidence.
JAZZ
Our suffering is the evidence.
(She pushes him away)
You wanted this to happen. You twisted my life into evidence for your crime scene. You used the rest of us as bait.
CHASE
I swear I had no idea he’d go this far. But if it’s real we’ve got to face up to it. Destroying the evidence doesn’t cancel our suffering.
JAZZ
Without the video, we don’t remember. If we pass it along, Corso wins – whoever we pass it to.
CHASE
It isn’t “gone” just because we can’t remember. Haven’t what we’ve been through shown us that? It becomes a negative hallucination.
JAZZ
I feel sure I don’t want to know what that is.
CHASE
It means is not seeing the obvious.
JAZZ
Forgetting is almost as good as innocence.
CHASE
That’s what Corso counted on.
JAZZ
Help me.
CHASE
I’m trying.
(the distance between them is growing. They reach out their arms to each other but it’s too late. CHASE fades into darkness)
– KITCHEN set, bar with overhead wineglass and pot rack, burners steaming ( ZOYAorchestrates the food)
ZOYA
Stevie, could you open the wine and let it breathe?
(Clutches her own throat)
No one wants a strangled wine.
CHASE
Jazz drinks any kind of wine.
ZOYA
Jazz? What kind of name is that?
JAZZ
It’s a nickname. My name is Jasmyn Suzino.
ZOYA
(Thawing. She is cautious and protective, not mean)
If you’re important to my son I’m so glad you’re here.
CHASE
She’s very important to me.
ZOYA
I hope you like Welsh rarebit and Coquille Saint Jacques.
JAZZ
Sounds delicious. I hear you do your own cooking?
(CHASE takes bottle and opener from his mother.)
ZOYA
Love is the main ingredient, I always say. Red or white?
(She pulls down wineglasses from the overhead rack. There are several bottles of wine.CHASEopens them one after the other. JAZZ looks a little scared as if she might have to drink all this)
JAZZ
Oh, whatever. May I have ice, please?
CHASE
(Being a Farrell)
No.
ZOYA
Oh, for heavens sake let her have whatever she wants! Lemon, sugar! Anything! This is a party!
(Slaps out an ice bucket)
CHASE
Taste it without ice first. It’s Christmas wine from Lebanon.
JAZZ
Wow. Delicious. You’re right….forget the ice.
(JAZZsits at the bar – ZOYAblots the corner of JAZZ’s mouth with a napkin, lays napkins down. What with spoons and potlids, she gives an impression of sacred priestess juggling sacred tools)
CHASE
Mom made all this lace herself.
JAZZ
Awesome. Exquisite. I didn’t know humans made lace.
CHASE
Mom was beaten into submission by nuns. You propitiate the gods by giving them lace.
ZOYA
(Raps him sharply with a spoon)
Stevie, you heretic! What will our guest think?
CHASE
“Make our damn lace or be consumed by the Holocaust!”
ZOYA
Stevie! Oh, what’s the use? You’ll never change. I forgive you.
JAZZ
Uh, the flowers on that cake look almost real.
ZOYA
I love making sugar flowers. Those are lilies and camellias. I wore them at my wedding.
CHASE
Mom studied pastry making at the Cordon Bleu in Paris.
ZOYA
It was just a summer course. Canapés or crudités?
CHASE
Crudity always.
JAZZ
(ToCHASE)
Paris! Were you there?
CHASE
Naw. I was just a bullet in my father’s bandolier in those days.
ZOYA
Oh, Stevie! You’re such a silly! How I love you! No, he’s never been to Paris. We’ve not been back. That was our honeymoon, so long, long ago.
(Seems like she might cry)
It’s so hard to keep the rarebit from separating.
(sniffs – offers a plate)
Duck pâté?
JAZZ
Er, sure.
(ZOYA and CHASE toss off their wine, he refills their glasses. JAZZ holds hers against her chest. ZOYA reaches down a platter)
ZOYA
I love to cook! Following a recipe to make things right. I wish people ate more, but they’re always on such weird diets. Cyanne’s a vegan who won’t eat gluten. Everything’s changed. I used to pick my own watercress but now I’m afraid of the fisher cats.
CHASE
Fishers eat squirrels, mom, not people.
ZOYA
Somebody needs to eat those squirrels. They’re too assertive. But it’s the fisher cats who scream – like someone being murdered.
CHASE
They’re nocturnal, Mom. And watercress is out of season.
ZOYA
(Fighting back tears)
So how does your family celebrate grand occasions, Jasmyn? I’m sure it’s something more splendid than a homely family party.
JAZZ
(nervous)
We make a lot of toasts.
(She lifts her glass. ZOYAandCHASEboth drain their glasses and immediately refill as if that’s what etiquette requires)
ZOYA
Stevie, you say the blessing.
CHASE
You’re going to have to stop calling me that, Mom. My name is Chase.
ZOYA
But that’s a stupid name. It doesn’t mean anything. Steven was your grandfather’s name.
CHASE
But he’s gone. You want me to be gone?
ZOYA
I’m praying you never leave again.
(Lifts her glass)
Zemlya pukhom!
CHASE
It’s your birthday, Mom. We toast to you.
(He raises his glass)
ZOYA
(Abashed, almost frightened.)
No more bad luck. I’m not fit to catch God’s eye. Dolgaya zhizn!
JAZZ
What’s that mean?
CHASE
Long life.
JAZZ
Long life!
(They drink. A moment of happiness. Enter CUTTER FARRELLdressed as if for wild weather. CUTTER slowly removes outer gear but continues to play with belt – appraising the group as if wondering who to use it on. He is a cold, cold-eyed man, a paler, blockier version of CHASE. Accepts drink from placatory ZOYA)
CUTTER
Filthy night. What have we here?
ZOYA
Stevie brought a friend to my birthday party! Isn’t that exciting?
CUTTER
(Takes drink, cranes his neck insultingly)
Little Stevie brought a date? Where is he? I don’t see him.
(JAZZsteps up bravely and offers her hand)
JAZZ
Hi, I’m Jasmyn Suzino.
(CUTTERtakes her hand and presses it to his chest, looking her up and down at his leisure)
CUTTER
Where did this dark-eyed beauty spring from? Be still my loins. I’m Cutter Farrell, young lady. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
JAZZ
(Awkwardly)
I go to school with Chase. Er – Steven.
CUTTER
Bet you met him yesterday.
(JAZZ reacts as though this might be true. CHASE steps forward, detaches JAZZ’s arm)
CHASE
Pick on someone in your own weight class, Dad.
CUTTER
And that would be you? I’ve heard braggadocio but I’m getting tired waiting.
ZOYA
(Panicky)
Please don’t fight. It’s my birthday.
CUTTER
I don’t like surprises. That’s all.
(Pops some savory in his mouth and drains half his drink)
So. Suzino. What kind of a name is that?
JAZZ
It’s Portuguese.
CUTTER
Is there a Dad in your picture?
JAZZ
(After a beat)
Not really.
CUTTER
That’s the Portuguese in him. We Irish, now, keep families together. We hang on till every lost dog is drawn and quartered.
(ZOYAsnaps tensely atCHASEwho is eating)
ZOYA
(Spanks his arm with her lace napkin)
Don’t double dip, darling! It’s disgusting!
(Blots her forehead)
I’m sorry.
CUTTER
(Poking freely among the crudités tray)
When’s dinner?
(ZOYAclatters pot lids hopelessly)
ZOYA
Half an hour. Forty-five minutes.
CUTTER
Just enough time for a private pow-wow. Bring your drinks, kids. You’ll need them.
CHASE
No thank you.
CUTTER
I’ve got a business proposition for you. Come along now: fair’s fair. You’ve got to give me a chance to get my money back. All the cash I spent on you…
CHASE
I’m not putting my money into any of your schemes.
(CUTTERtakesJAZZ’s arm)
CUTTER
Fine. Then your little girlfriend and I will have a sit down. You stay out here with Mummy the way you always preferred, Jasmyn and I will have a heart to heart and find out what’s what.
ZOYA
(Desperate)
Cutter, please!
CUTTER
You cook, dumpling, I’ll entertain our guests.
ZOYA
By arguing?
CUTTER
I only stand up for what’s mine.
(ToCHASEwho’s sliding unwillingly off his barstool)
You’re going to wantto see this. Believe me. It’s the next biggest thing, and I’m offering you a buy-in on the ground floor.
CUTTER’S DEN- SCENE XIV. Macho and dark; leather furniture, deer head, creels and powder horns, gun rack
CUTTER
So, what are you studying in this college of yours?
JAZZ
We’re participating in a research experiment.
CUTTER
I’ll bet you are. Anything to do with the Internet?
JAZZ
The Internet?
CUTTER
(Shaking his head as he looks atCHASE)
Where do you get these girls? You haven’t heard of the Internet, young missy? The World Wide Web?
JAZZ
(Blushing but controlling herself at a warning look fromCHASE)
It has nothing to do with that.
CUTTER
(Studying her speculatively)
Well, I can’t answer for how they behave in Portugal, but it’s possible you were pimped out without your knowledge.
(Picks up a video controller. CHASEandJAZZstares stupefied at a screen that flickers dancing shapes over their faces)
CUTTER
Look what your boyfriend got you into! It’s a game, see? You can make them do any combination, anything you want.
(Struggles with his controller)
How do you make this thing go frame by frame?
JAZZ
Oh, my God. It’s US!
CHASE
Turn that thing off!
(CHASElunges for his Dad, they tussle, CUTTER playing “keep away” with remote)
CUTTER
Wait, wait –the good part is coming up!
(CHASE succeeds in dashing controller to floor, screen light goes off)
Here’s a fine thing for a father to have to see! You could at least ensure they disguise the faces – but you all make yourselves so recognizable with those tattoos. Nice birthday gift for mommy, wouldn’t you say?
(CHASE lunging – they are full-on wrestling)
CUTTER
This idea’s worth millions – unless you sign away your rights – AGAIN. But that’s what you do, isn’t it? Anything rather than take dad’s advice! Why don’t you hit me, since you’ve been longing to. Go ahead – hit your father!
(CHASEmanages to turn off screen, throw remote, pushes CUTTER away)
CHASE
Come on, Jazz, let’s get out of here.
CUTTER
I suppose you’ll claim that was art.
(Heavy fake Irish accent)
Will you be taking it around to the festivals now? Put it up for the booby prize?
CHASE
You’re dead to me.
(Dragging JAZZ away)
CUTTER
I’m dead to you, you spineless party pooper?I’mdead toyou?
(ZOYA appears holding a wine opener pushed to her neck)
ZOYA
I’m dead to everyone and nobody noticed!Nobody even noticed!
(JAZZ tries to go to her, CHASE pulls her away downstage – lights off on FARRELL RESIDENCE)
SCENE XII – BATHTUB/DRESSING ROOM with towel & clothes rack. HUGE bathtub
CHASE
Here we are.
JAZZ
God, this is luxe. Now I’m scared of drowning.
CHASE
(Touches her)
I have a lifesaving badge.
JAZZ
Coming in with me?
CHASE
Soulmates should never be apart too long. In relationships timing is everything and we don’t want to miss a beat.
JAZZ
Right. We might end up in different universes. Who’s to say we’d ever get back?
(She turns on taps, sounds of water flowing – bubbles)
CHASE
You’re getting bubbles all over the floor.
JAZZ
Who cares? Your mother already hates me.
CHASE
(Reaches in to turn off the jets)
She absolutely does not. My mother’s not a hater. Look at this. There seems to be a drain in the floor.
JAZZ
Seems to be? Didn’t you live here?
CHASE
Nope. This house is new to me.
JAZZ
What a thoughtful vortex we’ve fallen into.
(They undress. CHASE has chain tats twisting up his arms)
JAZZ
I see you made your status permanent. What with the chains.
(Touches them)
CHASE
I’ve got commitment. How about you? Any tattoos?
JAZZ
A tiny one you’ll never find.
(Slides into bath)
CHASE
Sure you want me in there? What if I’m contagious?
JAZZ
Here’s hoping we both are.
(He climbs in)
CHASE
You like ithot. Just like my mom. She thinks you’re not clean unless you remove the top layer of skin.
(JAZZ dumps bubbles on his head – they play – she squeals – he upends her looking for the tattoo))
CHASE
Here it is! I found it! What’s that – a hummingbird? A butterfly?
JAZZ
(Spitting bubbles)
It’s a dragonfly.
(They play. Ah, love)
Weren’t we doing something important before we got worm-holed away?
(Seductively)
CHASE
Nothing as important as this.
(Kissing)
JAZZ
Now I recognize you without your skin.
CHASE
You’ve heard the theory angels are hermaphrodites?
JAZZ
I missed that one.
CHASE
You can be my other wing.
(ZOYA strikes a gong in the front hallway)
CHASE
Uh oh. There goes the dinner bell.
JAZZ
There’s a dinner bell?
CHASE
Mom needs an audience for her extravaganzas.
JAZZ
She cooks her own birthday dinner?
CHASE
From scratch. She’s a one-woman homemaking army. What does yourMom do for her birthday?
JAZZ
We go to one of those sneeze guard buffets where children throw meatballs. Intro to Plague Theory.
(They wrestle, squealing)
CHASE
This is the best bath I ever had. I’m looking forward to getting dirty just so we can get clean again.
JAZZ
I know! It’s so much more fun with two of us!
CHASE
No baths with the Bexter?
JAZZ
Are you kidding? I had to use reverse psychology just to get him to shave. Please – no more Old Boyfriend talk. Let’s agree when we get out of this bath we will be completely new.
(Embrace)
CHASE
Agreed.
(Magical moments. ZOYA strikes gong again)
CHASE
Uh oh. Thirty second warning.
(He climbs out, helps her into towel)
Time for Lady’s Choice.
(Rack of clothes in spot)
JAZZ
I can be anyone I want? There’s plenty to choose from.
(Handles clothes)
Your mother wasn’t kidding. Most of these still have tags. Is your sister even real?
CHASE
Sure she is. She got all the niceness, I got all the meanness .
JAZZ
How can she nice and miss Mom’s birthday?
CHASE
You’ll see why. How about this one?
(Prom dress)
JAZZ
No I like this one better.
(Girl Scout uniform)
CHASE
Or Pocahontas.
(Fringed Indian outfit)
JAZZ
Or a cheerleader! Maybe there’s a football uniform for you. I have my fantasies, too.
CHASE
Better keep it simple. We might have to make a break for it.
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