(WOMAN and MAN approach platform from back of room, the WOMAN is obviously drunk, giggling and staggering, carrying a bottle, the man is furtive, looking all about, making sure no one is around, that no one can see -- he gives the impression of a very dangerous man)
MAN#1:
(angry, disgusted) Can't you just shut up for a few minutes?
WOMAN:
(slurred, self-loathing, slightly sloshed)
Well EXC-cuuUUuuuuuUUUUUUzzze me!
MAN#1:
(nervous, uncomfortable, looking around, afraid to be seen by anyone) Look, you might have cost me 25 bucks, but that doesn't mean that I have to pretend to LIKE you...
WOMAN:
That's the difference, pal, I HAVE to pretend to like YOU! Now you better cough up the junk, and fast, or I'm heading back to the house, and you can just wait your turn for one of the others!
MAN#1:
(hesitating, looking around nervously, licking lips) Hey, I'm not wasting any of my stuff on YOU, Babe . . . I'm not a rich guy, and I'll tell ya -- if I was rich I wouldn't be here with you, that's the truth.
WOMAN:
(getting angry) LOOK! I don't need good stuff. You just gotta give me something to either smoke, or shoot. I'm in a bad way, okay?
MAN#1:
(grabs her arm and shakes her) You look, Babe . . . I just want what I paid for, okay? I didn't pay for your idiotic words, and I sure didn't pay for your BREATH. (looks around nervously, to make certain no one can see what he's about to do)
WOMAN:
(flashing with anger) Let me go! I HATE you! (she attempts to slap his face, but he blocks)
MAN#1:
(blocks slap, and shoves her down into chair) You piece of trash. So you like it rough, do you? (he puts up his fists, ready to hit her, and even more ready to enjoy it)
WOMAN:
(snarling, puts her hands up in claws, ready to attack) You want to mess with me? Come on!
MAN#1:
Okay, Babe, now THIS is gonna be worth my 25 bucks... (rears back fist to smash her)
HUSBAND:
(from far away, unseen as yet, booming voice) BACK AWAY FROM HER!
MAN#1:
(reluctantly lowers fists, angry and frustrated to be stopped) Great, now what's this! I can promise you babe it better not be the cops!
HUSBAND:
(arriving, angry, imperious) Move away from her.
WOMAN:
(disbelief, moves out of chair and puts it between her and the men) Not you! How'd YOU find me! Just get out of here! I DON'T WANT YOU!
MAN#1:
(was off balance, but now wants control, steps toward HUSBAND with bravado) You better just clear out buddy. (mucho macho) I haven't spent my time with her yet, and I aim to get my 25 bucks worth!
HUSBAND:
(glares at man, ready to fight, then snatches wallet from pocket and pulls out bills, throws at the man) Here's your money. Now get out.
MAN#1:
(ignoring the money, steps close threateningly) If I wanted money, I wouldn't be here. I aim to get what I paid for, NOW CLEAR OUT!
HUSBAND:
(seizes MAN by shoulders, spins him around, shakes him, and then leans close, snarling) I'm not a man who likes to lose his temper. Would you like me to lose my temper? Right now . . . I'm in the mood.
(long terrible pause -- HUSBAND is resolute, a rock -- gradually MAN loses courage, looks away)
MAN#1:
OKAY OKAY! Let go! I don't want trouble! You can have her, you nut!
HUSBAND:
(releases him, is sorry for shaking him) Go on. Take your money and clear out.
MAN#1:
(getting money off ground) You crazy or something? You almost broke my neck, you ape!
HUSBAND:
(quietly) I'm sorry. Just go. She's my . . . wife.
MAN#1:
(shocked, eyes bugging out) You gotta be kidding! Your WIFE! (bursts into laughter, begins to exit, laughing all the way) His WIFE! That's his WIFE! That's worth just about EVERYTHING! It's his WIFE! (exits laughing)
HUSBAND:
(tormented and tortured by Man#1's taunting laughter, humiliated beyond all imagination, faint and sick and utterly disgusted, he turns to wife, and gently takes her arm)
Come on, let's go home.
WOMAN:
(shakes off his hand) STAY AWAY FROM ME! I don't want you! I don't need you! I hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate your guts.
HUSBAND:
Are you HAPPY? Just LOOK at you! (he looks her up and down, then looks all about the room) Just look at this place! My Love . . . you . . . are . . . DYING. You're riddled with disease. You can't be happy here, my Love...
WOMAN:
(crossing her arms over her chest) This is my life. This is how I want to live. And I'm NOT YOUR LOVE! I think you're pathetic! (she steps close to him and spits in his face)
HUSBAND:
(seizes her by the throat in a choke-hold, on the point of throttling her) I've given you EVERYTHING!
WOMAN:
(laughing) Go ahead. Do it! Go on! KILL ME! Maybe you can force me to love you!
HUSBAND:
(temper flares, consumed with anger, on the point of squeezing his hands together -- suddenly releases her, turns his back, rubs his head and face) I won't hurt you. (pause) I would never force you to do anything. (pause)
(then, finally, choked with emotion) I . . . only . . . want you . . . to . . . love . . . me...
WOMAN:
(shrieking) YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET WANT YOU WANT!
(long pause)
HUSBAND:
(weeping) Won't you come home with me?
WOMAN:
No!
HUSBAND:
Remember our wedding. Just do that for me. How we held hands that day. How we kissed. How bright the world was that day. Won't you come home with me?
WOMAN:
(finally, she begins to show humanity, she cannot face him, she looks at the ground, but still, she shakes her head emphatically "NO")
HUSBAND:
(still weeping, trying so HARD to convince her) I would do ANYTHING for you. I would offer my very blood to save your life. (pause, then whispers) PLEASE....
WOMAN:
(hiding her face behind her hands) It's gotta be lies! Everything you say! HOW can you love me! The things I've done...
HUSBAND:
(catching at hope) I forgive EVERYTHING. I accept you, NOW, as you are...
WOMAN:
(weeping, heartbroken) YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! You don't know how bad I've become -- WORSE THAN BEFORE! The things I've done -- if you knew -- you couldn't even LOOK at me!
HUSBAND:
(going to her, stroking her hair) When you come to me, you will be clean. I will forgive everything. I will never mention these days again -- it will be like you never left -- it will be like you were always with me. You will be healed and clean and pure. And we will be happy...
WOMAN:
(rising, moving past him, shaking her head, weeping) No! No! You don't understand! I'm not even FREE anymore! It's not like before, when you found me the first time -- now I'm worse than a -- than a -- I'm even worse than a (whispers) LOW LIFE. I'M A SLAVE! I've become a slave, that's how low I am...
HUSBAND:
(smiling, tentatively, for the first time) Don't worry about it. I will take care of everything. I will pay all your debts. I will purchase your contract. Come home with me! You'll be free! (he reaches his hand for her)
MAN#2:
(arriving, angry) HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! Move away from my property. (he stops, halfway to platform, standing with hands on hips in aisle)
WOMAN:
(shocked, afraid of the new man) I -- I don't -- (she's now standing between the two men, looking back and forth, confused and afraid)
HUSBAND:
(resolute, to MAN#2) This is not your property. She is my wife. I love her. And if she chooses, she will come home with me.
MAN#2:
Baby, you don't have to go with this bozo. I got the stuff, right back at the house -- the stuff you NEED, the stuff to keep you perky and pretty and happy...
HUSBAND:
Come home with me, my Love...
MAN#2:
You know I take care of you, Baby, and you know I got want you want -- what you gotta HAVE. It's the MAGIC, Baby, and I got all you want. Come home with me!
(he reaches out his hand to her -- both men are reaching for her, and she stands uncertain in the middle)
WOMAN:
(takes a step toward MAN#2, pauses, looks back at HUSBAND, shakes her head sadly, and takes another step toward MAN#2 -- pauses again, long pause, she covers her face with her hands, begins to weep furiously, and then shouts something against the palms of her hands, something indiscernible due to her weeping and her hands covering her mouth)
HUSBAND / MAN#2:
(in unison) WHAT?
WOMAN:
I SAID I'M SORRY! I'M SO, SO, SO SO SO SORRY! (she turns to HUSBAND and speeds to him, throws her arms about him and squeezes him) PLEASE FORGIVE ME! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M SORRY! OH I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!
HUSBAND:
(kissing her, delighted, laughing and happy) It's okay! Everything is fine now, my Love!
MAN#2
This is sickening! Like I needed another diseased rat in my house! (exits, muttering) Filthy trash!
WOMAN:
Can I really come home?
HUSBAND:
Yes, my Love, my wife -- we'll be together, our family, forever!
WOMAN:
And I'll be true to you, you'll be the only man for me, my Husband!
(exit, arms about each other)
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