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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.

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