Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By Christopher Lucas
V. 1.0 - Rev. 22/08/22
“How far can I go before hitting the failure point? And having
hit it, will I know it? And why am I thusly intrigued? Because
truth, for me, lives here.” - Sarah Garton Stanley
Characters
[1.1]
ANTONIA
You sorted out a pot?
KRISTINA Few, two-three secs.
ANTONIA
I’m waitin’ hours; two-three secs, been waitin’
Couple-tree days, she’s on ‘bout seconds: hours!
Yet how the nectar’s steeped, what time expended;
What maturation process, what osmosis;
Takin’ t’jail all reasonableness of sense;
Droppin’ silver sacks of milky coinage;
Education for the Trinitarian
Harkening, heralding physicians,
“Come, fix one’s busted jew’s harp,
She’s in there layin’ bent with strings o’caul.”
O There’s not an awful lot that breeds excitement
Especially in this here age and time;
That frantic nature, abominable inevitability
That tempestuous tempest titillatingly worthiness
Of Being, bounced from pillar, post-to-post
Detracts from simple pleasures such as tea.
KRISTINA
Competin’ media. Too much noise to focus.
ANTONIA
Like this iabic foot, I’m stressed, you’re not?!
Enter the province, pay one’s toonie, loonie,
“Roll up! Roll up! You heard the latest gossip?”
“Messers DalDuca, Ford, and Lady Horvath
Unveil their Model Ts, Tee minus twenty-two!”
Alas, not yet, thou frantic Misdirection
Dyood: Afford us please an ounce of latitude
On that same model, linguistically twisted,
Brings one but a goblet o’Yorkshire’s finest!
KRISTINA
That’s my kind of Model. Brand? Who’s fussèd.
ANTONIA
Country of origin? Nobody’s listening.
Farmer’s daughters’ melons on the label?
Ugandan, Aminesque besuited salesfolk
Slappin’ fair-trade labels all up stage left
Takes not one jot away from morning’s plea.
Taste-on-buds? Sensational, quite calming.
Transcendental, transformational, totally.
KRISTINA Trust you to talk such trash.
ANTONIA Trash? Tosh! It’s a full-body experience, though. None
of yer coffee, caffeine, cappuccino calamity; making the heart-
rate spin all out of her natural rhythm. No. Tea. Totally tea.
Tetley, maybe. No name’s just as like. Milk first or one hundred
percent 100 degrees centigrade for the pertinent metaphysical
process to occur? Sugar? Don’t make me laugh; s’for fat little
boys ‘n’ Grandma. No. Milk second, please ‘n’ thank you.
Mammalian sustenance an’ just a dribble, mind you; lick up all
the spilled – not tea, don’t spill the tea – lick up that
spillure right from the bovine teat, unpasteurised. Creamy,
half-sweet-sour, eh? Lumpy. Lovely. Luscious. Illegal.
KRISTINA - Ludicrous. -
ANTONIA - Clockwise: un, deux, trois; counter the curse left
lingering by the predeceasing Sinophilic inhabitant -
KRISTINA - I never been one for china cups. Too fragile. –
ANTONIA - Just voodoo how it conglomerates around the rim,
that silky beige; hue of home. Hue of heaven. Hell’s hellish
heat, but heaven’s holy hue. She sits. She’s still. She awaits
round two. The cozy is cozily tucked away; today weren’t the
occasion for whole pot, seemingly. A single china’ll have to do,
I suppose.
(Pause)
ANTONIA
Right on. Okay. You seen the other one?
KRISTINA
Same room, no punter; sittin’-off the corner,
Lights low. Red fairies, course, but rest the lights low.
ANTONIA
Chez Mrs. Melissa? Chez oblivion corner?
KRISTINA
Off the corner, eh: Chez longue, just0cozy’.
ANTONIA
Chez longue, eh? Just-cozy. They’re together; perfek.
KRISTINA
Lie down on’th chez, it’s contemplation station.
Sit down the corner, mais voilà, three-sixty.
There’s not a broad alive resists that comfort.
It’s comfy, cosy, no animosity.
Pomposity you usually find with Eveie
Vanished to air i’th presence of old Sheeba.
Swear to God, you take a peep them peepers,
Observe f’yerself the transmogrification,
Blood-transfusion, mind-implant, some such, fuck.
It’s chill, the humours, eh, no drama, chill, like.
ANTONIA
Right, sure. Excellent. What about Zelensky?
KRISTINA
Front sofa.
ANTONIA Sofa in the atrium?
Perfect, yeah, good. Perfect. ‘Ante-chamber’.
(They laugh.)
KRISTINA
She waits a-patiently for Mrs. Melissa.
ANTONIA
One tastes the juice before one squoze the fruit.
(The kettle boils. She stands up, fills two more mugs with hot
water.)
ANTONIA And?
KRISTINA And?
ANTONIA Qué pasó?
KRISTINA Nada.
ANTONIA Sure.
KRISTINA They’re suppin’ on President’s Choice Finest, No Name,
Tanzanian Blend.
ANTONIA Perfect. Sure. And the Absolut? It’s been touched?
KRISTINA Whom?
ANTONIA The Ukrainian; she has any of the Absolut?
KRISTINA Teeny sippy cup sucks. Baby bottle.
ANTONIA Perfect.
KRISTINA Super chill in there.
ANTONIA Four-leaf-clover.
KRISTINA Solid portents, eh? It feels…cadge. (Casual)
ANTONIA Fuckin’ perfect, eh? Four-leaf fuckin’ perfect.
KRISTINA Update: Eve’s leanin’ back on the chez. She’s put it
up ‘gainst the cabinet though, under the window. Natural light.
Sittin’ flush with Sandy.
ANTONIA Wait. Abort. Stop, wait, whom?
KRISTINA Yeah.
ANTONIA Character and narrative development, much?
KRISTINA Huh?
ANTONIA You said, with the other character, or?
KRISTINA Yeah.
ANOTONIA The fuck is Sandy?
KRISTINA Mrs. Melissa.
ANTONIA What are you -
KRISTINA - Mrs. Melissa is Sandy. Sanders.
ANTONIA Okay. Hold on -
KRISTINA Mel Sanders.
ANTONIA Startin’ when?
KRISTINA Melissa Sanders! Girls from ways back’s callin’ her
Sandy. Family name, Christian, whatnot. Surname.
ANTONIA
Sir name!
KRISTINA
SIR NAME! HOW DO YOU DO!?
ANTONIA
Sir name! Yes, hello, SIR NAME!
KRISTINA
Underneath the name though...
ANTONIA
There’s nothin’ that could possibly lie underneath...
(They laugh.)
ANTONIA
Well suck my sanguine clitoris: It’s bein’ discussed!
You hearin’ me, hun, it’s bein’ discussed in there.
Pray tell, how’s the Ukrainian behaving?
Must needs we send in Putin, rough up Volod?
KRISTINA
Indifference. Seated proper. Lookin’ temptin’.
ANTONIA
Ideal world, perfect, wee one’s got little
Much to say. Good kid, perfect, good wee kid.
KRISTINA
Th’look on’her face though – brief glance at them peepers –
She kens full-well necessity of presence:
Presenteeism. Presence of mind is but one aspect,
Presence of soul another trick entirely.
Surprisingly, she got a noggin streetwisedness
Thank her slight years should yield appreciable:
Knows her role. She’s certain-a-ye-sun clued in.
Good and proper. Been there, done that, tee-shirt.
She’s about as intimidated by Sandy
As the F150 is by th’cyclist
Stuttering along Bloor east in heavy traffic:
Baltic states? Gimme a break.
A Baltic state of mind renders her capable,
More than apt and able to hold her own;
Fully aware of th’illusion being conjured:
Forbidden fruit, un-poppèd cherry juice;
A couple, two-three dances, peck o’the cheek,
A little verbal foreplay afore action,
Then bam-bam, jackpot, pre-jizz in their kecks,
Pass ‘em onto one of we th’tried-and-testeds.
She’s knows she’s not called to do double duty.
No, not for less than seven, eight tonne.
ANTONIA Correct.
KRISTINA
That’s just the way you make the Tutti Frutti,
The way it’s always been, traditional.
To hold the arc together’s our duty,
Regardlessness how inconceivable.
ANTONIA
She adorned tonight then?
KRISTINA Whom?
ANTONIA The baby!
Is she fully accoutred? Bunny ears?
KRISTINA
Not currently. Ears on the mannequin.
ANTONIA
Woah, wait a minute; halt! She’s removed them?
KRISTINA
Temporarily. They’re on the mannequin.
ANTONIA
Woah, fuckin’, wait. – she’s in there unapparelled?
She’s with Mrs M, ungeared, underdressed?
She’s supposed to be i’th’tee-shirt and bunny ears.
No mistakes, no holds. That was the deal.
The fuck’s she playin’ at?
KRISTINA Hun, what’s the issue?
ANTONIA
Is this happ’nin’? Is this happ’nin’ presently?
KRISTINA Yer
Makin’ a mountain out the proverbial!
ANTONIA
She’s supposed to be dressed! It’s a costume!
She’s a character!
KRISTINA Hun –
ANTONIA She’s Tweenie Rabbit!
Tweenie Rabbit, bunny ears, tweenie tea-shirt!
KRISTINA Hun –
ANTONIA Tweenie Rabbit, tweenie character!
That’s the entire game!
KRISTINA I don’t disagree!
Just chill, eagle. Pace those thoughts of yours.
ANTONIA
Sure, chill, I’m chill, who says that I’m not chill?
Someone comes up to me gasses’ I’m not chill
Someone’s comin’ up in a minute sayin’ that?
Saul Goodman. That person dieth; on my honour,
Let she who speak those words know they’re her last ones!
KRISTINA
This is chill? (Pause)
ANTONIA
Eve goes out finds her the perfect costume
She needs at th’bare-minimum, at least have
The decency to play her wholesome part.
Not sayin’ full-blown-Strasberg/Adler/StanSlav
But at bare fuckin’ minimum, no breaks of character
Nor form.
KRISTINA
Forty centigrade outside. Forty-two th’humidex.
ANTONIA
Sweat-on! See if I care, sweat right away
Your heart’s content! Mrs. Melissa’s well within
Her rights to be expectin’ th’package deal.
KRISTINA
Calme-toi. For heavens’ sake, will you get o’er it?
ANTONIA
What’s her name? Plain Jane Jessica Rabbit?
No. She were named Plain Jane Jessica Rabbit,
Then hell for leather, Jimmy, Clint, avatter!
KRISTINA
Imperturbable ambiance in there.
Joe-Clothes – t’would seem’s - the order of the meetin’.
She’s on the money takin’ off ears,
Sortin’ herself out more professional.
ANTONIA
Joe-Clothes you say? The order of the meetin’?
Dress down, you say, the order of the day?
KRISTINA
Far as this here dame can sense the wind’s song.
ANTONIA
This causes me t’become severely troubled.
ANTONIA
Lesson for life: never forget t’afford
Half your lasagna to the fattest of cats.
KRISTINA
Precisely. What? Excuse me? Come again.
ANTONIA
Yer run-o’-th’mill plebs of society
Ain’t cottoned onto this, eh? That is why
They’re consistently being Darwinned out.
Yer bog-standard pleb, she’s got a simple mind
And an ungodly, glut’nous disposition.
KRISTINA
What’s that got to do with the price of bread?
ANTONIA
Glutton, not gluten: Deadly, early sins,
Asleep to knowledge of the Fruits o’th’Spirit.
KRISTINA
Juicy, sounds like.
ANTONIA Right on, so. Scummy Sally
Yer filthy Bum of Bowmanville gets handed;
Handed freely (no less) by th’ welfare state, no less,
A Willy Wonka the promised land:
What does she do?
KRISTINA Scoffs all the chocolate.
ANTONIA
What a greedy fuckin’ hoardin’ fuckin cunt.
Says I –
KRISTINA - Says you?
ANTONIA Says I.
KRISTINA Says you!?
Says, ‘I’!
(Beat.)
KRISTINA
Yeah.
ANTONIA
So one’s out, right, one’s out right after shift;
Passin’ on th’left hand don’t I spy me King Slice:
Argument’s sake, and in th’interest of balance
One must recount all things with equal yoke
And therefore s’right and proper to declare that
Other Pizzerias are available.
KRISTINA
How very CBC.
ANTONIA I thank you kindly.
KRISTINA
Mandade: “EDUCATE, INFORM AND ENTERTAIN!”
ANTONIA
Right on! So say right, say for sake of argument,
I stops at King Slice, grab oneself a slice.
A greasy, cheesy heart attack of goodness;
Nay, not a slice, a Medium ‘Jardin Vert’,
Extra pineapple and anchovies.
KRISTINA
You are disgraceful, gross and heathenish.
No...honestly. That’s fuckin’ disgraceful.
ANTONIA
Large Veg Lasagne for the morrow’s luncheon.
KRISTINA
Well now we’re a-gassin’-
ANTONIA - Cookin’ right on gas.
Gassin’ right on fire! Outta yer flames,
But who decides to rear their feline face?
Oh but it’s only fuckin’ Garfield.
Got Garfield poppin’ up at yer shoulder. Like:
“Oh hai Garfield!” (Yer shittin’ yer yoga pants;)
One sec mindin’ yer business, next, WAM-BAM,
Fattest of fat cats breathin’ down yer neck;
What ya gonna do? Very fuckin’ least bare min
Yer handin’ over half, two-thirds that there
Veggie Lasagne; bare min, couple three
Four slices, Garfield’s lookin’ peckish, eh.
KRISTINA
Lesson for life.
ANTONIA Hun.
KRISTINA Yeah?
ANTONIA Babe.
KRISTINA Yeah?
ANTONIA Listen, hun. (Beat)
Mrs. Melissa Sanderson IS Garfield.
KRISTINA
No quotidian domestic-short-hair.
ANTONIA
A lynx of the Iqualuit outback.
KRISTINA
That she is; essentially a Cheetah.
ANTONIA
The head Cheetah Girl. She’s Raven Simoné
With transcendental powers of telepathy
and psychopathy.
KRISTINA Clairvoyant, that’s for true.
ANTONIA
We serve us well to ne’er forget such lessons.
(Pause)
ANTONIA General rule though, for us, for our game; can’t
really complain. Since she’s brung o’er y’know how much my
pocket linin’s stressin’?
KRISTINA Same.
ANTONIA C’est la vie.
KRISTINA Cheers.
ANTONIA Skål
KRISTINA Santé!
ANTONIA Salud.
ANTONIA Sláinte!
KRISTINA Dubrovnik.!
ANTONIA Quidditch!
ANTONIA
Jesus came to visit me over night, hun.
KRISTINA
Not one jot taken aback by that, babe.
ANTONIA
Musta had him on the mind and whatnot.
Here’s the million -
- million dollar
As I can see it, hun, y’know, y’know?
As is relates to the big, “I Am”;
‘Cos there’s no way it’s worth a penny less,
And with inflation we could jump to silly figs,
So realistically, for linguistic sake, keep it simple?
With Christ it’s always the ‘million’ dollar question.
The one on everyone’s mind, right? It’s straightforward, yes?
Sin.
Sin and vice.
Vice, sin city, St Andrew’s Angels drowning:
In an allegorically parted sea of absinthe
Fisherman undergo baptisms of fire.
You follow?
So I’m down there with Jesus right; no, not him,
I’m with, er, Pastor Danny from the Woolgatherers
Amateur dramatic society.
(I played Curly’s wife to his old-man-crooks)
So we’re down the park, wee café Canadien:
Maple, cream, wee chocolate croissant.
No choc for Danny, he’s not into sweet-breads
On account of the, well...y’know, the prophecy...
No matter, I locks up the Olivetti
With the new Combi, fresh from Crappy Tire
No sooner than the lock clicks her mouth shut,
Old Danny’s giving it the old, “How do?”
Straight in with the interrogatory
Cool as a cuke, I’m back, “Fantastically Well,
But unfortunately, not too close to spectacular.”
He’s not a fan of this challenging sentiment,
It’s written clear as day all o’er his face!
Whatever, he avoids the gaze a moment,
Says he’s gotta tend to his own bike
Seeing as I took up the only hydrant.
I clocks we’re on the same in finest footwear.
The Blundstone Chisel Toe, in Rustic Brown.
I makes some joke about, “Maybe we’re both bisexual”.
He doesn’t laugh.
Comes back with that he doesn’t like the croissant.
“Why is it all the bakeries this side of town’s Portuguese.”
Why is it that all the bakeries this side
Of town are Portuguese?
KRISTINA Obrigado
For that rendition, but was he even Jesus
Or just some sexy priest you took for coffee?
ANTONIA
That’s simply contextual backdrop for the main event.
The dream in which the saviour came to see me.
KRISTINA
Are you feelin’ stoned? That hybrid’s quite the kicker.
ANTONIA
I AM’s lookin’ at one, right, He’s staring
Right into one’s peepers, bold as brass, right,
And one’s thinkin’, is this cunt gonna speak
Or what? And just then when one’s just ‘bout ready
Give Him cold shoulder he goes t’me, he goes,
“Hun. It’s yer time, hun. Now, I’th’immediate future
For you, hun, it’s yer time.” He’s gone, “Sit tight,
Hun, yer numbers are gonna come good, BINGO just
Sit-tight, keep shtum, keep yer noggin down, hun,
Shnoz the grindstone, peepers wide open,
Yer number’s comin’ good hun, just hang tight, eh?”
KRISTINA
Not one jot taken aback by that, babe.
ANTONIA
He’s gassin’ on like, “Yo – keep yer nose clean.
He’gassin’ on like, “Keep yer ears open.”
He’s waxin’ lyrical, “How dost thou like that bird song?
Write it down; perceive their melody,
Such harmony is in avian souls, so
Notate it, transcribe it, orchestrate it.
Keep yer nose clean, mais voilà.” He’s concluded,
“Do as I say, Antonia, yer onto a winner.”
KRISTINA The prophet Mohammed (prise be to his holy name)
appeared to me in a Beaver Tail yesterday afternoon, babe;
y’know what he said, he looks at me dead in them peepers and he
goes, “I’m dead I don’t exist, neither does that Jesus fella or
the fat kid with the world in his mouth – only thing in his
mouth’s a quarter chicken dinner, ya dig? And anyway, Do
whatever the heck y’want why would I care it’s yer life I’m dead
an’ gone, an anyway I never had magical powers so check your
sources, and anyway even if I did – which I don’t, no-one does -
I wouldn’t tell you, but I didn’t and don’t so...mis-confusion
averted, anyhow, so yeah, whatever; and anyway, crack-on, babe.”
Simples.
ANTONIA
I guess He’s a good guy, but he’s a guy
Nonetheless so frankly, fuck him sideways.
That’s my toonie fer th’communal tip jar.
KRISTINA
Exactly, just as you quite correctly
Stated. Give him a long hard fuck and show him
What he was missing with old Mary Maggs.
ANTONIA Look, I mean, I love the chap, but the big cheese can
take a runnin’ jump far as I’m concerned. Why would I need
Jahweh when I got Beyoncé, eh? Three degrees separation too: my
cousin’s ex’s sister went Cochella to see her nephew - he’s the
sax player for Kendrick - his girlfriend from Nunavut’s with
them and literally brushed up ‘gainst Queen B by accident,
happenstance while watchin’ Paul Simon do the Graceland thirty
five set, so, three degrees, right? Balls to the wall with
Yeshua you got three degrees from Queen B. Give the son of Dave
a long hard sideways shag and let him taste my sweaty, sour,
lady cock, so long as I got three degrees from B; eventually
I’ll be number one, two in the queue to be chompin’ on hers.
KRISTINA
What I would give to suck the queen’s piece, babe.
ANTONIA Fuck, eh, hun.
KRISTINA Fuckin’ eh, hun.
ANTONIA Fuckin’ eh.
(Enter IVANKA with a guitar. She just stands there for a while.
They all stare at each other. Then she starts to play and sing:
INANKA (Sings)
KRISTINA
How’s it goin’, hun?
ANTONIA Ya, How’s it goin’, hun?
You doin’ good, hun?
KRISTINA Are you doin’ good, babe?
ANTONIA What’s juicin’ in the fray? Couple two-three John’s
Still in the house gettin’ their money’s worth?
IVANKA
S’appnin th’girls. Mega soiré th’night. Twisted off me cake,
girls. Twisted off me gateau th’girls, isn’t it?
ANTONIA
Right on.
KRISTINA You sure yer doin’ okay, hun?
IVANKA Sound-s-a-pound, girl, yeah; I’m sound-s-a-pound.
Light-s-a-loonie; girls, yeah; twisted as a toonie girls, isn’t
it? (Laughs)
KRISTINA
Oh Yah? ‘Cos truth be told y’sound a little
Poutine Charlie, I dunno, hun, I dunno...
IVANKA Is right. Go on with yer bother; let’s avva sesh,
right? Few pills, bitta powder...get fucking twisted toonies, is
it, th’girls? Get this party started on a Saturday night –
ANTONIA
So...yeah. No, cos...no, tonight’s not gonna –
IVANKA Eveybody’s waitin’ for me to arrive - Pissin’ snoozes,
the both ya. (She lights a spliff. Caughs. Pause) So?
S’th’craic?
KRISTINA
Rien.
ANTONIA Zilch.
KRISTINA Nada.
IVANKA Nothin’?
KRISTINA Nope.
ANTONIA Niente.
KRISTINA
Zero
ANTONIA Nout.
KRISTINA Hakuna.
ANTONIA Naught.
IVANKA Matata?
ANTONIA
Oh, shit, hun, pretty much always matata.
KRISTINA
Mo’ money, mo’ matata, as the prophet Timon says. –
IVANKA Serious, like?
ANTONIA
Noooooo, nothin’ too, too...they’s just in there talkin’.
KRISTINA
Talkin’, sure, right, that’s it. Talkin’, yeah.
ANTONIA
Precisely.
IVANKA So what’s the craic then?
KRISTINA Hakuna; nothin, hun.
S’a’super chill atmos; real chill environs, eh?
IVANKA Y’what? Behind them there doors?
KRISTINA Exactly.
Rien du tout. We three might just maybe, ‘hushed tones’.
IVANKA Discretion’s me middle name. (sings) WE FOUND LOVE IN A
PERFECT PLACE! WE FOUND LOVE -(Laughs) Hushhhh!
ANTONIA
You got it: Zipped.
IVANKA I’m headin’ Rexall, th’girls.
KRISTINA
Perfect. Pick up a pack of twenty ribbed?
IVANKA Sort us out a Dirty Porn-star ‘Tini? For fifteen hence,
and counting?
KRISTINA
Dirty?
IVANKA Olive juice.
ANTONIA In it?!
IVANKA Shot o’th’side: Few olives for
to satiate one’s savoury desirings.
ANTONIA
Fuckin’ animal.
KRISTINA Ya, fuckin’ primal that, hun.
IVANKA Go on with yer bother. You standin’ there ‘bout t’tell me
y’never heard of chocolate and cheese? Apples’n’peanut butter?
Bacon; the maple kind?
ANTONIA
The maple kind?
IVANKA Hell yes the maple kind!
KRISTINA
The maple kind, or e’en applewood smoked.
ANTONIA
Pineapple’n’Anchovy now come to think of’t...
IVANKA Y’what? Is that some sorta sick joke? Cos that’s
twisted toonie, Poutine Charlie come t’supper. I like a jest,
th’girls, y’know, I’m in f’r a penny in f’r a pound it comes to
jest, but don’t let’s take it fuckin’ Timbuktu, eh? Pineapple
and anchovy? Y’r avvin’ a laugh. “Bring me a fish’n’fruit flat-
bread, thank you kindly barkeep! CIAO BELLISSIMO! Y’d get barred
for life from Pizza Nova for a toppin’ o’that description. Na,
not in this lifetime. Alas, I’m back in hop skip n’a jump: In a
twinkin’ th’girls! Fun’n’games back here, few pills, the works –
through to a solid brunch on the cards, right, isn’t it?
KRISTINA
Sure, brunch.
ANTONIA Yeah.
KRISTINA Right on.
ANTONIA Sure.
KRISTINA Not sure ‘bout pills, hun...
(Pause)
KRISTINA
Hun. Little birdies gassin’ on ‘bout ‘halfsies’.
ANTONIA
Alright. Wait, what? A repetition, please?
KRISTINA
Je ne sais pas, alors, je ne sais pas.
ANTONIA
Alright. Repetition of your previous, please?
KRISTINA
Je ne sais pas, alors. Moi j’sais pas...
ANTONIA
Little birdies gassin’ on ‘bout ‘halfsies’.
Your ‘Little Birdies’ and ‘Halfsies’, th’fuck?
KRISTINA
I know not. Y’r always with th’elaboration
Exaggeration. N’need to climb the molehill.
ANTONIA
Right. Fuckin’. Right. Sure. Perfect. Abort ship.
Abandon this whole...you gotta be sure;
Use one’s noggin proper; it were Sandy?
KRISTINA
Whom?
ANTONIA Mrs. Melissa!
KRISTINA Difficult to say.
Purple haze: Alls I’m doin’s tryna mill about,
Fill up the china tea cups quick as y’like;
All of an out of nowhere I be happenin’
‘Pon, evesing that same phraseology.
‘Halfsies’. Couple, three-four times, eh. ‘Halfsies?
Halfsies. Halfsies? Halfsies!’ Half...Seas....J’sais pas.
It could be all of nothin’, far as we know.
Could be somethin’ nothin’, far as we know.
Wouldn’t get ones hopes up, we’re not clued in.
I Wouldn’t write it home, we’re not home-free.
Shouldn’t have let the thought be misconstrued, eh?
Wouldn’t count one’s chickens previously.
ANTONIA
Right, sure, perfect. There’s nothing emphatic –
KRISTINA
Nothing emphatic but that old Scouse adage:
‘Bang, Bang Maxwell’s Silver Hammer Came Down On His Head’
ANTONIA
‘Bang, Bang Maxwell’s Silver Hammer Made Sure That He Was Dead’
Fin, finito, termination station
Message ends. Can we change the subject, please?
KRISTINA
Precisely, manifestement. S’Angel Gabrielle’s
Big night at the bingo. Big night for two fat ladies.
ANTONIA
I...My existence has been validated.
KRISTINA
Go through back bathroom; see if Gabrielle’s
Sprouted wings, she’s shittin’ in the sink.
ANTONIA
Entire fuckin’ existence: tik-tik-boom
Validation station, termination.
(Beat)
(Beat)
(Beat)
(Pause)
That’s the narrative. Therein lies the sequence
Of events, m’lady. Who’s complain’ now?
KRISTINA.
Hold fair, we’ve not yet spoke us of cash cost, though.
ANTONIA
What talk you of the cost, what of the value?
Fuckin’ eh, she’s gonna bring in custom.
KRISTINA
I’m right there! Louise’s wearin’ a look self-satisfied:
She’s got four, five-some these Ukrainians
T’offload, and ‘share the wealth’. I’m right in there,
“We’ll say 30% upfront capital
Additional ‘pon return of investment.
“You speakin’ for Mrs. Melissa,” she’s gone.
Don’t e’en respond: Just dead behind mine eyes.
KRISTINA
“Speak’st thou for Duchess Sandy…” what a clown.
ANTONIA
As if I’m some right mucky street urchin.
No respect. Whatever, she’s a-pushin’,
She’s a-playin’ silly buggers.
She’s a-joking round, sensin’ our game.
The merchandise lain bare, the goods on view,
I’m off to search out Georgie Porgie, “Think you
This is what Mrs. Mellissa’s gassin on’ bout
She’s talkin’ eggs in antient wicker baskets
Flow down the Nile, cross the Euphrates?
She gonna go for this, for heckin’ sake
You know her inside out, eh? I’m chopped liver, eh.”
He’s got his opinion. I, my opinion.
KRISTINA
Everybody got an opinion;
Too many opinions spoil the stew.
ANTONIA
I’m not mad, though, it’s clear one’s due what’s earned.
She’s tendered goods, I’m equipped with resource,
I’ve made the counter, she’s considerin’.
Standard match of shinney. I’ve earned this,
And fuck th’opinions, right? I’ve earned this.
KRISTINA
Couldn’t help but agree with you, hun.
Couldn’t have been a clearer transaction.
ANTONIA
The fuck have I even just said though, eh?
Wherefore’s the line? Everywhere? Why’s the line?
KRISTINA
Not omnipotent, eh, nor omnipresent.
ANTONIA
Is it privileged and entitled?
Is hunger in and of itself gluttonous?
Is thirst a highway on the way to hades?
Is pleasure pleasurable when guilt’s syamese?
These are pure and simple rewards of harvest:
Ten years o’slog an’ now’s time for an uptick;
Moses leads his lazy cunts from out the
Hellish state of mental slavery.
Only t’enslave them yet again, quite literally,
Yoked to some bullshit laws they had no choice
But to accede to, yielding humanity,
With every blow from Aaron in the wilderness.
The world is in servitude, you’re enslaved,
I’m a bond-servant, we’re lambs th’calculated,
Predestined, predetermined slaughter;
Every last one of us. Why...fuckin’...who
Wrote the regulation ordination,
Ordaining that a gal like me should waver
In my faith, of all I know and see is true,
And cause me through that forced vantage point shift,
To doubt that I should know the book at all?
Now, after years of being under, get one over,
Capitalise, forcibly take what’s due?
Fin, fini, over, over and out, perfect.
Message finna end, hun. Cancellation.
KRISTINA
Hey hun, you ‘kay?
ANTONIA Yeah hun, you feelin’ kay, hun?
MARISSA Yes!
(Pause)
I’m actually getting out of here. That’s my lot, my ticket. I’m
waltzing into the room, doing a fuck me briefly tango, and I’m
not actually taking any chances, no ambiguities. I’m actually
going to speak to Eve, actually. I’m going to speak to Eve and
then I’m going to become an accountant. But First I’m going to
speak to Eve.
KRISTINA
Oh yah? What’s up hun?
ANTONIA You sure you’re okay, hun?
MARISSA So how is this fair, right? Don’t actually bullshit
me. I’m tired to the back teeth of the B.S that comes out of
this place, it’s actually tiring me to the point of...well I’m
knackered, and to top it off, I actually couldn’t care less
about the lies if the grins of salt weren’t added to literally
every word that comes out of her mouth, actually. So, how is
this fair, right? But, actually, like. But do I have B.O?
(Silence.)
So you’re onto the fact that Paradise Paulie’s number two was in
this afternoon, right? Consigliere just randomly comes in for a
casual cop, right? Casual, if you ask me, right? Well anyway,
he's actually come in for a change rather than just colleting
the drop, right, and we’re sitting and literally talking. Me and
Paradise Paulie, like, actually literally talking. Well, I say
taking; he’s going on, I’m batting my eye lids, “Oh Paulie’s
#2...yadda yadda – consigliere of Paradise no less! - laughing
at his jokes, the whole nine yards tuppence. It’s a veritable
doozie. Who literally rolls around? Sits on the puff? Actually
sitting dead close, half a metre, and she’s straight in there
with the jokes. Starts giving the whole business. The business
with the whole I’ve got B.O business. About my having B.O.
Literally, I’m not even suggesting that I should get as much
time as some, but I’ve got, what, half an hour towards the back
of the operation for networking, whatever, time to enjoy, relax,
have half, earn some keep, plan for the future, put some cash on
the street; and she ruins it for what? For fun? Starting all
over with the business the I’ve got B.O business.
(Pause)
(Pause)
(Pause)
ANTONIA
Hie thee, gentle hun, to Jasmine’s Tea House;
Head round the atrium, we’ll talk a seven,
Eight-nine course brunch, replete with Cristal,
Freshly squeezed OJ, Finest Lock Fyne Smoked Salmon...
MARISSA What a shift. Them’s the breaks. Oh, and I’ve been
coughing blood.
Scene 2
ANTONIA
O how stinkin’ hot amiss today was, eh?
We’re sittin’ there sippin’ the flutes Dom Peri
I swears it’s lookin’ like thirty-five over!
We’re gonna get our kip this evenin, eh?
Shabbat shalom, let’s hear it for the Saviour.
KRISTINA
Oh ya, you’re spot on, hun. Georgie, George sweetie,
I’m there tryna give good counsel, really I am,
She’s just lookin’ at me blank-faced though,
Like joker-faced, more Ledger than Phoenix
But you’re the only one to whom she lists.
ANTONIA
You still under the weather, Georgie porgie?
Want a Strepsil, or...Fisherman’s friend, or...Halls...(!)...
KRISTINA
Georgie, sweetie, how you feelin’, eh, George?
Still shakin’ off the virus, or you firin’
All cylinders, systems-go sweetie?
Not lookin’ so peaky today, eh, Georgie.
ANTONIA
Echinacea Golden, Silver Seal,
Couple, three-four sips Chicken-Schmaltz Noodle,
Fannie’s yer aunt whilst uncle Bob’s out fishin’ rainbow
trout.
GEORGE Do you think this sort of behaviour is appropriate?
KRISTINA
Right on, it’s worse that what it seems though, eh?
ANTONIA
Seems tragic, but mostly it’s just jokes, Georgie?
KRISTINA
Oh George, you fully missed out on a Brunch!
Shoulda been there sweetie, had a time.
All the Christmas mornin’s come together;
Fairmont all done up: Celeb’ty nuptials,
Bar mitzvah, bat mitzvah celebrations.
ANTONIA
Platinum Jubilee.
KRISTINA The Platty Joobs!
ANTONIA
Single descriptor: Bunting.
KRISTINA
If there’s only one single descriptor
To use to describe it I’m gonna utter’t
Now; I’m not gonna lie t’salready just now
Been uttered right just now: but it’s Bunting.
ANTONIA
Bunting, on-top of bunting atop bunting.
Bunting on the doorframes, ‘hind the bar.
Bunting blending into the architecture.
KRISTINA
Twas like th’entire Family Royale
Took up residence, Betsy-ross all flyin’.
ANTONIA
So I gets to bethinkin’ me, right? Don’t I?
I gets to bethinkin’ me, an’ I’m there
Bethinkin’ and I’ve bethunk, right,
I bethink, “Hun”…”British themed jubilee party
At Mrs. Melissa’s Magical Market!”
We’re sittin’ in there, aren’t we girls, we’re sittin’
And thinkin’, Fairmont Royal York, bunting
The lot, the tops, fuckin’ notalgia,
Regality, reverence, Windsor overload,
‘PIP PIP CHEERIO, OH HO HO MI LADDIO!’
The think just takes up root, engenders in me.
You brings it up first, you’re over there gassin’
On like, “For England Harry and St George!”
She’s there like bringin’ in St George, and Georgie,
I’m just like – no if you say it’s not you
Bringin’ in St Georgie, my noggin ‘splodes,
Cos clearly you gassin’ on ‘bout St George
I’m over here like, Georgie’s gonna shit
When he hears ‘bout this aristo-revelation.
The mother country out in our back-yard.
KRISTINE
Georgie, hey, sweetie. George, Georgie, look eh –
Just a passin’ fancy...flight of passion...
ANTONIA
Sure, right on. Passin’ passions. Flights-o’-fancy.
Strange, passin’ strange, yet fanciful methinks.
Nevertheless, there’s genuine bone-fide
Solid gold buttresses of division
Settin’ us apart from Louse and them.
We’ve got somethin’ special; we’re thoroughbred;
We pure-blooded, no mud, we’re God’s own sisters.
We’re Canadians.
They’ve said, “We wants extra” we gives-em extra.
They’ve gone they wants the world, it’s on a platter.
They’ve said augment, we’ve said you’ve neither the capital
Nor the wherewithal to deliver.
They say, ‘Exclusionary’, we say, ‘Right Divine.’
We say ‘Meritocracy’, they say ‘Loyalty.’
So I’m bethinking me an’ I’ve bethunk,
Couple, three-four rolls velvet wallpaper,
Sexy little union-jack teeshirts,
Take the beers outta the fridge, we’re fuckin’
Uniquely Grand Bretagne, huns. G’won Georgie,
Speak to Mrs. Melissa, Eve and them,
Speak to her George; you command th’respect
With Eve and them, g’won make her let us have a
Themed weekend; celebrate the Platty Joobz
The way Lizzy wants us to on her birthday.
MARISSA
A slurry-trough of never-ending merriment.
KRISTINA
“Could I offer sir a Roast Beef, Yorkshire
Pudding Canapé, bread sauce ‘n’ gravy?
Cod fish’n’chips or haddock, chunky saveloy,
Peas puddin’ on the side I’m gettin’ stuffed!”
ANTONIA
Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding? Fuckin, eh!
KRISTINA
Find some o’ them -precisely- find some them
William and Kate masks, party. It’d be...
Georgie, what are you thinkin’ there, sweetie.
It’s just a passin’ fancy, flight of passion.
MARISSA Roast beef and Yorkshire...
Can we just maybe concentrate a moment please.
Whilst you’re all off at Xanadu, I think
It might be pertinent to remember
The current fucking situation
With the handcuffing and Miss I Can Do
What I Want, When I Want, Teenie Bopper Cunt.
ANTONIA
Right eh, chill eagle; contain that fit of fury.
C’mon, we all know whence the saucy fountain
From the which this current springs.
The whys the wherefores.
I mean, we’re doin’ th’brunch, and we’re givin’ ‘er;
Solid brunch, no objections, eh?
All ready for a little mosie back,
Couple thirty-fourty winks, shut eye
Back here before Sabbath – day of rest.
Domingo. Sabato, Friday, nonetheless,
One brunch goer seems to reckon party’s
Just gettin’ started – no names, no names mentioned –
No need for kip, kip when we’re pushin’ daisies.
Time for a few more drinkies, couple two,
Three pills, few more drinkies. Laughs rollin’ like punches,
We’re havin’ a right old time, eh Georgie.
MARISSA Massive error of judgment.
KRISTINA
The heat.
ANTONIA The drinks.
KRISTINA The heat.
MARISSA The pills.
KRISTINA It’s hot.
MARISSA
The spliffs.
KRISTINA The heat.
ANTONIA The pills.
KRISTINA It’s hot.
ANTONIA The drinks.
MARISSA A massive, gargantuan, huge error of judgement,
whatever. Holy quadrangle, whatever - drinks, spliff, heat,
pills, drinks, spliff – whatever. Error.
ANTONIA
We’re in the atrium. Smell the sweet air
Turn turgid. Rollercoaster: Wonderland;
What’s the phraseology? Ass o’er tit.
KRISTINA
A over T – the very, precise ticket.
Sticky, sweaty, makin’ images
In the noggin, heightened perceived senses,
Pills takin’ their course, and still heat.
ANTONIA
We’re, “Watermelon Sugar” one minute,
Then BOOM, Rabbie Dylan’s out to play lacrosse.
How’d you call it? Thundering halt – jittery, freight train
Slams on breaks all of the sudden suddenly.
KRISTINA
Wormy – worms crawlin’ around in a carrion death.
Wormy worms eatin’ the brain cells sorta
Sour air scent smells atmospheric scented smells.
ANTONIA
“Oh hello, Mr. Fear – It’s been a while;
Good seven days since I have had the pleasure
Of your acquaintance; how exactly might I
Be of assistance this fine mid-morning-
Evolving-quickly-into-this afternoon?”
KRISTINA
Dom Peri, Absolut, a couple tokes,
Couple, two-three pills, swift sniff something silver.
ANTONIA
Sniff sniff, upper trucker, spliff spliff, down clow:
Couple Peri, cup of the Absolut
Next think you know Lady Madonnaa’s gone
Into left field; the drunken smoocheroo.
KRISTINA
Out-of-bounds. Left field. Wallap – the old smoocheroo!
ANTONIA
God as my witness; literally couldn’t
Have spelled my own face should one wish t’have tried.
KRISTINA
We’re all there, tension subtle as a knife;
Which way’s Ivanka decidin’ to go.
ANTONIA
She pitchin’ down the line, straight shooter, whack outfield?
KRISTINA
She’s gone quiet. She’s ruddy. She’s Ben Nevis.
ANTONIA
You can see it happin’ i’th’ periphery
Through communal emotional osmosis,
Almost like, you know when you play a tune
On the old Joanna and then the Dachsund
Just sort of stops, starts lookin’ at oblivion,
Like he’s seen doggy Jehova heaven,
Something moves in the foundation of existence.
Well that.
KRISTINA
What follows, as they say, is pure herstory..
ANTONIA
Little game, the handcuffs, little teasin’
Admittedly it’s gone a little funky;
Nothin’ to splill the milk over, eh Georgie?
Couple, three-four hours pass, here we all stand.
Alive and well. Isn’t that right Ivanka?
KRISTINA
World still spins, Georgie. Ain’t that so, Marissa?
ANTONIA Which takes us right up ‘till this very moment;
Your happenin’ ‘pon us all just there,
Standin’ as we are wont, framed in the door way,
Precisely where you stand before us now.
Directly headed for th’continuous present,
With just a hint of subjunctivity.
KRISTINA
Objectively, though, not one bit subjective.
ANTONIA
There we are then: You’re clued in, Georgie.
KRISTINA
Clued-right-in.
(Silence)
(Beat)
KRISINA I’m
(Beat)
Unable!
ANTONIA Toast, wink arm; tick, tick, tick: stoke.
KRISTINA The fuck do I do?
ANTONIA Have some spliff.
KRISTINA I can’t –
ANTONIA Have a pill.
KRISTINA I can’t feel my ears.
IVANKA Nobody can feel their ears.
ANTONIA Y’wanna glass of Absolut?
KRISTINA Fuck eh. Quick.
ANTONIA Take it with a drag of spliff.
KRISTINA With a stoke though...
ANTONIA It’s the only way: take it or perish.
KRISTINA What about the coughin’ blood?
ANTONIA Perish or cough blood, your choice. Now sit down, and
chill eagle, it’s gonna be just gravy, eh.
MARISSA Georgie – when we were in the Chevvy Thursday last,
en route to Louise’s –
(Pause)
IVANKA
Hey, Marissa. You got the hots for me?
MARISSA
Mature. Adult. Professional, Ivanka –
IVANKA Go fuck yourself. You lookin’ me up ‘n’ down again? You
checkin’ out me pins? You got somethin’ else t’say? You enjoyin’
being much bound for me?
MARISSA You’re racoon spit – you’re an inhuman cur.
KRISTINA Hun –
IVANKA You looking (sorry Georgie,) ‘cos you’re looking at me
up ‘n’ down, creamin’ y’granny knix; that up ‘n’ down gaze doin’
fuckin’ zero f’me, yeah. You look at me those grandma peepers,
I’m Ghandi’s flip flop down there.
MARISSA
I had your Dad’s cock in my mouth before
You were a twinkle in’s eye. Fucked him raw
After you were born, your Mom stood watch;
You on her teet, watching-on warbling.
IVANKA
I think. I just think you might love me.
Are you (I feel sick) are you, like, in love with me?
MARISSA
Georgie: Bit of, some fucking arbitration?
IVANKA
Pick your games, hun. Pick very wisely.
You sure you want to go running to Daddy?
MARISSA
As aforementioned: Go fuck yourself; I’m playing shit.
ANTONIA
That’s curtains, eh, hun? C’mon all of us feelin’
A wee bit Poutine Charlie, all of us need
A solid couple, thirty-forty winks.
IVANKA
She loves me, yeah yeah yeah, she loves me yeah yeah yeah, she
loves me yeah yeah yeah yahhhhhh! Don’t look at me! Keep your
eyes on the fucking ceiling bitch – don’t look at me! She loves
me yeahhh; Don’t look at me, bitch! Mind your peepers, I said
don’t look at me!
MARISSA
Special little girl. Mommy’s special girl.
IVANKA
The ceiling. Up there, the ceiling. Look at –
MARISSA
Georgie, she’s gonna do something to me;
She’s gonna hurt –
IVANKA She loves me yeahhhhh, yeah yeah!
MARISSA George!
KRISTINA
Right on, poor guy: Turns up to work, perfect,
First on th’agenda? Conflict resolution!
And with the virus too, I’m sorry Georgie.
ANTONIA
Alexa, play some King Harold of Stylings,
George lookin’ like he’s i’th mood a wee jive.
IVANKA Harry Styles? Fuck that, I’m offski. Pleasure playing
with y’th’girls but I’m tuckered – I need me beauty rest.
MARISSA
That’s the end? Georgie. George. You perceiving this?
Tempus has flown.
MARISSA
Craig’s cookies. A Craig’s cookie?...The fuck is Craig?
How’s that even...I’m hearing Craig’s cookie
You know my minds going to...like, my minds
Thinking, “A Craig’s Cookie” IE Georgie,
You’re a soft little zero authority cunt,
Maybe next time I’ll tie you up stick a bunch
Craig’s Cookies up your stick a fucking pop-tart
Lindt lindor cookie up your tight little arsehole
See what you’re gonna do, you zero authority cunt.
To me, anyway. To me. That’s what that’s sayin.
To me.
GEORGE Go th’side door, leave the front door locked.
IVANKA
You saying Georgie? Perfect. Out the side door?
GEORGE Make sure it locks behind you, get the cookies, return
post-haste, tout-suite.
KRISTINA
Obla-di-obla-da swan swan swans away.
Perceive her as she waltz, watch her as she
Nay nay away. Never a surer certainty
That God is dead. I told you, Antonia.
GEORGE
Make sure the side door double-locks behind you.
IVANKA
I don’t got my bag.
GEORGE Then get your bag.
IVANKA It’s gone.
GEORGE It’s gone?
MARISSA Gone where?
IVANKA The TTC.
GEORGE Just don’t leave via the front door.
KRISTINA
You got that virus George? You feelin’ good, G?
GEORGE Am I speaking Japanese? Front. Entrance: Out-of-
bounds.
MARISSA That virus eh? Endemic. Wonder when it’s going to end.
(Pause)
You’re all God-damn nincompoops. When were you off for brunch?
ANTONIA
You kay, George?
GEORGE Ferme là. What went down on shift?
KRISTINA
Chill Georgie, eagle, George. Chill: everythin’
Went for a swim, a little paddle down Scarborough bluffs.
ANTONIA
Eh, Georgie, we knew this was gonna happen
We bring her in from there, the Other Place;
Bound to happen when you let a wild one
Roam free. I’ll get a handle on it, eh.
I’ll fix the future; spin it in our favour.
GEORGE To hell with you all lengthways. You nincompoops. It’s
over.
KRISTINA
Eh? George, c’mon, overreaction much?
Let’s breathe, have a couple, two-three secs to –
ANTONIA
You kay, Georgie?
GEORGE I’m kay? Am I kay?
Maxwell’s dead.
ANTONIA
Sorry, I think I might have I think I
Might have think maybe I misheard or that
I misheard you there, Georgie. You’re sayin’
You sure you’re kay, George?
KRISTINA You sure you’re kay, Georgie?
Somethin’ gone down or somethin’, Georgie, hun?
GEORGE
Mmhm. Mmhm, somethings gone down or something.
Yes.
(Pause)
Maxwell’s dead.
ANTONIA
Maxwell’s where? You mentioned there, Georgie,
You mentioned he’s dead, or...
GEORGE He’s dead.
OMNES
Oh Jesus. Jesus. Jesus, fucking Christ.
(Pause)
(Beat)
ANTONIA
You picks up the Snap, who’s doin’ the snappin’?
GEORGE She goes, “I’ve nailed him”.
MARISSA “I’ve neiled him?”.
GEORGE She goes, “I’ve nailed him,” and adds, “He’s under the
bed.”
(Pause)
KRISTINA
Yeah. Sure. Sure. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Sure; we’re
finished.
ANTONIA Christ.
MARISSA Christ Jesus.
KRISTINA She breathes she’s nailed him;
he’s under the bed, no big, under the bed.
MARISSA Who’s she?
ANTONIA Cat’s mother.
MARISSA Who the fuck is she?
GEORGE Eve.
MARISSA Christ.
ANTONIA Jesus Christ.
KRISTINA Jesus Winnowing Christ.
(Pause)
(Pause.) *yes*
(Pause.) *no*
(Pause)
(Silence)
ANTONIA
Thou jester! Thou playful, jocund jester!
KRISTINA
You’re a jester, Georgie, you’re a veritable
Circus of sun! Mid-afternoon, Sabbath
Style jests, eh Georgie?
KRISTINA Under the bed.
MARISSA Under the bed she said and so it was. In the beginning
was the word and the word was with Eve. She’s gassin’ on, “I’ve
nailed him” you’re investigating under the bed. Under the bed,
eh; under the pissing bed.
(Beat)
KRISTINA
Right so...and hear me out here, I’m just wantin’
To, for my head alone, satiation o’thought
Alone, right: But, look eh; please, Georgie...
Is it emphatically irrefutable
That he’s shuffled off of this morbid coil?
Hundo P, gold medal passed the fuck
Right away livin’ with Mother Mary
And the Orpheans at eternal Michaelmas?
ANTONIA
You heard the man, Kristina! His noggin’s navy!
He’s under the bed and his noggin is Navy.
There is no breath, his heart has stopped and his
Noggin is navy. The rose has been plucked,
There’s no vital growth. His noggin is navy.
Emphatic. Navy noggin. He perished
Due to the fact that Eve wrapped said noggin
In a plastic bag, jacked him off to within
An inch of his life, then, giving the quality
Of service the girls of Mrs. Melissa’s establishment
Are famed for, she went the extra inch. Cowardly Custard.
KRISTINA
Good, perfect. We’re all clued in now then, eh?
We’ve got the story straight, we’re all Cowardly Custards,
Were all in this together, all in the show,
Players on the stage strutting our funky,
Funky stuff, white boy; see, Georgie...we’re all
In the know now, thanks to you. Clued in, eh?
Might we, then, may we call a wee halt,
Semi-hiatus on the histrionics
Dame Maggie Smith dramatics all around?
MARISSA
Gordie fucking Howe and fuck a puck.
ANTONIA
Creepin’ Christ: Sexual asphyxiation.
MARISSA Feel for the kid.
ANTONIA Didn’t know whether he was cummin’ or goin’.
MARISSA Feel for the kid.
KRISTINA Is that a joke?
MARISSA Seriously, feel for the kid. What a way out.
ANTONIA Under the bed...
MARISSA Feel for the kid.
KRISTINA Huge disaster…
MARISSA Feel for the kid.
ANTONIA Feel for Eve.
MARISSA That’s what I said.
KRISTINA Shambolic nonsense.
MARISSA Feel for the kid.
ANTONIA
Georgie, you kay?
KRISTINA Yeah, are you okay, Georgie, hun?
GEORGE Fine.
ANTONIA
Where’s the spliff? Someone roll spliff for Georgie.
KRISTINA
Some spliff and a large Timmie’s hot chocolate.
MARISSA Georgie –
GEORGE No weed.
ANTONIA
We’ll need some marigolds, bleach and extra strength strong
Garbage bags. Alexa, play Jagged Little
Pill Alanis Morissette.
KRISTINA Sure, right on;
Have ourselves a wee nineties disco
Till the heavies arrive from Montréal!
ANTONIA
Fucked if I know, I’m not somebody’s Mom.
KRISTINA
Suffering Christ riding a penny farthing!
ANTONIA
Get to fuck! I am not a mother.
I am not Marissa, I look like Marissa?
MARISSA Georgie. I’m not entirely sure if you’re taking all of
this in, are you? So, to me, at least, and hear me out, it looks
a little bit like we’ve got – in the very least – some minor-
prophet shenanigans want taking care of. Wanting immediate
attention. A little bit of a shambles, a lot a bit of a
shambles. An omnishambles.
KRISTINA
Hang tight, just a sec, omnes: New question;
And it is a question, right. My question be this:
Where to exactly’s Eve? Where is she to?
MARISSA
Fuck her and the fat fufu she slid out of.
KRSISTINA Georgie –
MARISSA
NO! Excusez-moi Georgie. Alors,
Most kindly and with due respect, eh, George.
Fuck. That. Crazy. Mare. She’s dropped us in it.
And Where is she?
KRISTINA Georgie –
MARISSA Where’s Eve?
ANTONIA Fucked off, scarpered, hiding.
MARISSA Would be my only question.
GEORGE Where do you think Eve has gone?
ANTONIA Me? Couldn’t for the life of me say; I look like my
sisters’ keeper? Who died and made me Pharoah?
GEORGE In my absence...
ANTONIA She’s done with her shift, minglin’ around the atrium,
bag around the Maxwell’s noggin, she headed out, home, I dunno?
Who am I, Murder she wrote? Hercule fuckin’ Suchet? I dunno.
MARISSA Not home, too obvious.
ANTONIA Couldn’t say, dunno. You gottit, right on, she’s home
akip, most likely.
GEORGE Called the new boyfriend, called around, hide nor
hair...twelve hours.
ANTONIA Eh Georgie, though, with respect and reverence due;
you want the whole shebang, the low down, you wanna be clued in,
maybe...just like, due respect, Georgie, you shoulda been here.
I dunno, sweetie.
KRISTINA Wait a – c’mon, no. Wait the fuckin phone, hold a –
no, that ain’t the story. Georgie just was elsewhere, as is the
prerogative of the position, high office, other things to take
care of, fuckin’ – eh, Georgie was off elsewhere you was here,
we’re all here all fuckin’ standin’ around fuckin’ around,
pills, peri, spliff, brunches; so I mean, probably you should
take that back the accusations and the whatnot to Georgie, so.
GEORGE Look at me. I’m deadly serious. One, two, three, look
at me. Eve. What exact hour of the clock did she end shift? The
Maxwell kid’s in there with her – final punter of the night,
before that she’s standard shift, just moseying around the
atrium, what 1am, 2am, what?
MARISSA Early. 12.
ANTONIA Touch before Cinderella, I dunno, touch before, hair
before.
GEORGE You see Maxwell arrive?
MARISSA I for my part checked him in, 1am – did the house
fees, obla-di-obla-da, we’re playin’ hockey by 1:15.
GEORGE Okay. You all close-up shop – Maxwell’s in with Eve
for the full-service, all-night extravaganza, you all close-up
shop; you’ve got the shop closed, you head back to the back,
spliff, booze, pills, away for brunch at what? 8/9? I get the
call 9:30. All the time you’re up here, you hear nothing
untoward?
ANTONIA Untoward like how, like?
GEORGE Untoward like Eve saying she’s going to asphyxiate her
her punter. Untoward like, God knows what; argument, tiffs,
rough stuff, whatever? Who knows, Jesus knows, eh?
KRISTINA Couldn’t hear a pin drop, we’re on the Sir Harold
Stylings and friends; zoned, spaced, party-time volume decibels.
ANTONIA Georgie, you reckon the brother’s come lookin’? You
reckon the pigs get wind we try and move him ourselves?
MARISSA Fuck me, I don’t want to die, but I want go to jail
even fucking less.
(Silence. Georgie takes off his jacket and rolls his sleeves
up.)
KRISTINA
Georgie. Now I get to bethinkin’ me.
And I’ve bethunk, right. One thing I remember.
ANTONIA Hun –
KRISTINA She was in convers – (to ANTONIA) What?
ANTONIA I’d appreciate
A brief and swift chin wag with you privately
And just for a moment, and if you please.
Just a sec, eh. Just a hairline. Please, and thank you.
And by your leave, Good Goergie, by your leave, Sir
Thanks very much hun, and thank you very kindly.
MARISSA Why?
ANTONIA A chin wag.
MARISSA Why?
ANTONIA A simple gum flap.
(Beat)
(Pause.)
KRISTINA
So. So. So. Right. I got explanations
You wanna hear don’t wanna hear up the
Ying-yang, Georgie, honest, it’s a broad,
Fat, chunky ying-yang smelling I cannot promise
You of ylang ylang, you don’t wanna
Hear none of that maybe you wanna hear
Something’ else: How’s about affordin’ me
Like couple twenty, thirty seconds explain
The whole miscalculation proper Queen’s
English, serious sound, second language,
Truth and all that, là? Ça va? Ça va.
Perfect, so. So. So. So. Right. You’re the boss, right?
And you don’t need to, right, like, you don’t wanna
Be gettin’ angry or upset, you feelin’ not clued in
Understandable to me to the likes
To the likes of me, you thinkin’ somethin’s
Known, somethin’s maybe she didn’t know nothin’
Sandy’s here what’s going on, seems like a conflation
In terms; irregardlesness you’re not here
About that Jekyl/Hyde mentality,
Right? You’re a soldier, you’re professional,
Right? So here’s the thing, k, Georgie, sweetie:
Look, right, here’s the thing: What Antonia
Just told you right there, right, I’m not gonna
Say it’s an all-out lie...but...I mean...there’s
Not a shred of truth to any iota of it.
MARISSA Hun.
GEORGE Where to’s this going?
KRISTINA Wait. Wait. Wait. Georgie, right, just wait. Look.
This is my Liutenant, this is my right hand, and by that self-
same appendage I swear just now, right, Georgie, there was a
woman. I can almost certainly say it wasn’t Mrs. Melissa.
There’s no way knowin’ it was actually her. No way at – excuser
moi – no way of knowin’ at all Georgie. Voices were heard, names
tossed about – the actualities of whys, wherefores, whos,
what’s, when’s, whence shows – fuck, zilch. No truth. Post
truth. Some woman named Melissa. Yes. Granted. Some woman named
Melissa. Could be fuckin’ anyone, fuckin’ – I dunno who Eve
brings round here, I dunno who the real Mrs. Melissa got workin’
behind the scenes. Literally could be any Melissa, eh? Might
just as well be Melissa McCarthy. Melissa Elridge. Mel C off of
the Spice Girls.
(Beat)
(Beat)
(Beat)
Tumbuktu.
ANTONIA Alls I’m tryna clue in’s about the that they were
sayin’ you said about the “Halfsies”.
KRISTINA Arabic. Arameic. Not a word of the kind came out of
this breather.
ANTONIA Sorry, hun. Just, I just was rememberin’, probably,
possible wrong, but thought I was rememberin’ right that’s what
you did say actually.
KRISTINA Actually, now you jog my memory, actually haha yeah,
what I did say was that, haha, now the joggin’ of the memory, I
remember that I was bethinkin’ me that I bethunk they may -
conditional tense, subjunctive mood – may have glossed somethin’
or other “halfsies” somethin’ whatnot. Chalk it down to over-
fatigue, mind racin’. I’m in here what six, seven, eight nights
the week, I get bit fatigued, bit excitable, start seein’
things, hearin’...them pills eh...not my bag the mechanics of
the operation, not that level, high-level shit, just not my bag
keepin’ tabs the comin’s goins’ – I’m in there, red room, green
room, atrium, chewin’ loads, keepin’ the noggin at grindstone,
savin’ th’pennies rainy day.
MARISSA Hun –
KRISTINA My – this is important, no this is the this is the
important thing here this is the...hang on - my purpose is as
aforementioned. Happy in this. Contented. Sometimes I’ll hear a
little gossip Big John, Paradise Paul whatever, Officer Kropkie,
who knows – I’ll divulge, play a round o’hijinx, stir the pot,
whatnot. Does that make me Ted Rogers?
GEORGE.
Kristina. Look at me. Look at me, right.
Look at me now. I’m going to ask you this
Once and once only. Did she have Bleached Cornrows?
(Pause.)
(Enter IVANKA)
Fin