[ALEX looks with a disturbed expression in the
direction of the voice, but only briefly before she is re-enraptured by the stones. DEBBIE
comes on with her bike. She is tired and slower and doesn't want to be there. She wears her
pants tucked into her socks and has her clothing and backpack covered with Canadian flags.]
| Alex, we are, you know, late. And that last one, in the last town,
it was good, good enough, we don't have to go to that, the best, that one you recommended. |
| ALEX | Get some pictures, Deb. |
| DEBBIE | We're already late for service! We don't have time for this.
|
| ALEX | Pictures, Debbie! You've got an assignment, seven days a week,
24 hours a day. |
[DEBBIE sighs and complies. She fumbles in her
pack for her camera. It's an old Nikon F series with power winder and it seems more than she
can handle. ALEX keeps posing and looking impatiently over at DEBBIE. DEBBIE lifts the camera
to her eye and then lowers it. She sits on a stone.] |
| DEBBIE | I'm... I'm out of film. |
| ALEX | (not paying attention) Come on, Debbie, you can rest later.
Shoot! |
| DEBBIE | Alex... |
| ALEX | I want a lot of these. |
| DEBBIE | Alex! I... I, uh, I'm out of film. |
[ALEX looks at her. She looks like someone who
could be out of film.] |
| ALEX | You are not. |
| DEBBIE | Yes, yes, I am. I'm... sorry? |
| ALEX | Are you really out of film? |
| DEBBIE | I'm sorry, Alex, I'm... |
| ALEX | Sorry. Yes, you are. Perhaps we can pick some up... |
| DEBBIE | Pick some up? Where? Where are we? |
| ALEX | Isle of Lewis. On Sunday. A lifeless planet. |
| DEBBIE | It's the day of rest. They, they, they take that very
seriously here. |
| ALEX | 'Convenience store.' 'Convenience store.' A beautful concept
I've never fully appreciated until now. |
| DEBBIE | I'm... I really am sorry. |
| ALEX | Right. |
| DEBBIE | Why don't we just go on to that church, the one you said had
the incredible stained glass, more like art Nouveau than 13th century, and the architecture,
like Westminster, but more impressive because, because of its location high on a hill with no
buildings around it. Is it much further, further to go? |
| ALEX | It isn't. It doesn't exist. |
| DEBBIE | What? |
| ALEX | I needed to see these stones, get some shots. So much for that
now. |
| DEBBIE | You lied to me? |
| ALEX | Debbie, lookit. It's the Isle of Lewis. This article would
mean dick without the Callanish Standing Stones, why the hell else would anyone come to this
god-forsaken clump of peat. |
| DEBBIE | You lied to me on the Sabbath. |
| ALEX | I am... Look, I'm really sorry I had to lie to you. I really
am. |
| DEBBIE | Yah. Alright, forget it. Sorry about the film too. |
| ALEX | You do realize, however, that you can forget Edinburgh
tomorrow. |
| DEBBIE | You promised! |
| ALEX | I need shots. If I'd brought a real photographer with me I
wouldn't have this grief. |
| DEBBIE | I said I'm sorry. |
| ALEX | Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, any day but a fucking Sunday. We
bought food in advance, secured lodging, got bikes, how come you didn't get more film? You
know this place shuts down on Sunday. |
| DEBBIE | I didn't think we'd be taking pictures today. I thought, I
mean, you said we could ride out to one of the smaller villages and attend service. |
| ALEX | With only one day left on the Isle of Lewis? There is only one
set of Callanish Standing Stones in the world, but there are a myriad number of churches... |
| DEBBIE | Myriad number of churches! Myriad number of churches! Every
church is a unique reflection of... of... (wants to say 'God', but cannot) |
| ALEX | Of the architect. |
| DEBBIE | (resolved) Of God! Not like these stones. Britain is
littered with them! And cairns, and barrows, and... and... those little stone towers... |
| ALEX | Brochs. |
| DEBBIE | Brochs, whatever, but Alex, swear to God, each one is just
the same as the others. They're just stones. |
| ALEX | And your churches? Great cushy colorful stone vaults each one
the same, all high ceilings and carven stone saints, monuments to all the gaudy soldiers that
killed for a gaudy God. We've seen every single church in England, Wales, and the boonies of
Scotland, you are obsessed, you have an obsession, I mean, there's a difference between being a
good Christian and being a fanatic, you're obsessive. |
| DEBBIE | You too, you're more obsessive. |
| ALEX | Not possible. |
| DEBBIE | And big deal, so a bunch of people stood a bunch of tall
stones in some holes and they haven't fallen over yet. So what? |
| ALEX | They are more than just stones in holes. |
| DEBBIE | Churches, churches are more than just glass and gold Alex.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry if you think I'm obsessive. |
| ALEX | These stones were already ancient when the question "My God, my
God, why hast thou forsaken me?" was originally spoken. |
| DEBBIE | They're, they're before Christ? |
| ALEX | Much. Much. |
[DEBBIE looks around at them with a new respect.
ALEX continues with an intensity and purpose ~ to scare DEBBIE.]
| I wonder what kind of gods they had back then, eh?
| [Pause]
| They're like tongues. |
| DEBBIE | Who cares? I don't. I don't care. |
| ALEX | Once upon a time, on this very spot, long, long, oh so long
ago, we sacrificed here, human sacrifice, the blood of children smeared on the stones, each one
painted scarlet with life blood. |
| DEBBIE | (quickly) That was a long, very long time ago. |
| ALEX | The day after the ritual, the blood was always gone. |
| DEBBIE | They cleaned up after the, after the ceremony. This would be
like their, their church and it's wrong to have, to have a messy church. |
| ALEX | The blood was gone because it had been taken by the stones,
swallowed by these tongues which even now stand before us parched and dry and waiting. Do they
look thirsty to you, Debbie? |
| DEBBIE | For goodness sake, Alex, they're just stones! |
| ALEX | I've been reading about the reemergence of secret cults, people
failed by your Christianity, they turn to older times, older ways. This town of Callanish...
Who's to say that within that sleepy village there isn't some secret cult that even now, in
these enlightened 20th century evenings, still perform the ancient rite, using some poor
unwanted child. |
| DEBBIE | People would know. They'd find out. |
| ALEX | Come morning, the blood is gone. |
| DEBBIE | If you're trying to scare me, Alex, it won't work, it won't.
Just because a primitive bunch of people had some fears or don't know how the universe works
they build a bunch of stones and then pretend it's a protection or, to... to... the point is
that ultimately there is only God, the Creator, and if they made up some sort of pretend god or
whatever then so what. It isn't real and this really is just a meaningless bunch of stones, I
don't care how old it is. Besides, besides, I remember, I remember you telling that, uh, that
these stone circles were sort of calendars they used to predict the seasons and that certain
exact alignments... |
| ALEX | Deb... |
| DEBBIE | And that certain alignments... |
| ALEX | Debbie, look at all the stones that make up this place. Don't
you think that if you looked long and hard enough you could find anything you wanted from the
infinite number of exact alignments here? |
| DEBBIE | Please don't tell me any more of this crap, okay? Please?
|
| ALEX | Have you ever read the New English Bible? |
| DEBBIE | I've read, I've read the Bible twice. And I'm working on a
third time. |
| ALEX | The New English Bible? |
| DEBBIE | The Authorized King James Version. |
| ALEX | The New English Bible is a direct translation of the oldest
surviving Biblical texts, more reliable, more authentic than the stuff King James' men worked
with. And you know what? Genesis refers quite specifically to more than one god. |
| DEBBIE | The Genesis I've read certainly, certainly doesn't. |
| ALEX | Come on, we both know that the King James version was
translated by a poetic pile of Protestants! Vested interest. They weren't accurate either.
The coat of many colours? A coat with long sleeves. That's the correct translation, a coat
with long sleeves. You know what else they messed up? The accurate translation of Genesis
refers quite specifically to 'the gods', plural, the gods, and something about the sons of gods
breeding with the daughters of men to produce the Nephilim, the giants in the earth your King
James refers to. So there wasn't just one God, but many, and lecherous too. That's from the
Bible. |
| DEBBIE | How come you know so much about the Bible? |
| ALEX | Because unlike most Christians, I have read it. |
| DEBBIE | (genuinely curious) Why? |
| ALEX | What do you mean "why?". |
| DEBBIE | Why would you read the Bible? |
| ALEX | Why not? I've read Mein Kempf and Beatrix Potter for no
profound reason. |
| DEBBIE | But the Bible? |
| ALEX | I'm a speed reader. |
| DEBBIE | Oh. (Pause) And Genesis really says there's more than one
god? Why doesn't my translation mention that? |
| ALEX | Maybe they didn't want you to know. |
| DEBBIE | What else didn't they want me to know? |
| ALEX | I'll loan you my copy when we get back. It also talks about
the Egyptians and their gods, not false gods, but the gods they worshipped. The Egyptians were
building their things about the same time these were put up. |
| DEBBIE | Two thousand years before Christ. |
| ALEX | Jesus wasn't even a gleam in his great great great
grandmother's eye. |
| DEBBIE | Then who did they... worship. |
| ALEX | Whatever it was, it lives in these stones, just as surely as
your churches are the House of your God.
| [Pause] |
| DEBBIE | Hmm. Yah. Well. Okay. I'm not stupid, you've been trying
scare me, yes, yes, you have, and, uh, okay, you've succeeded, alright? You win, okay? So can
we go, can we go now? Anywhere, I don't care, just somewhere else now. I want to go. |
| ALEX | No. And it serves you right for forgetting the film. It
serves you right. How could you? Look at these stones. We haven't seen anything like them
and we have no film. |
| DEBBIE | Alex, forget the film, just forget it, I want to get out of
here, away from... |
| ALEX | Debbie, don't be an idiot. You religious fanatics are so
superstitious. I was teasing, just getting you back for being so stupid and forgetting the
film. |
| DEBBIE | That's mean, just... very mean. |
| ALEX | Look, this is just an astro-meteorological calendar, used to
predict the various seasons, the summer solstice and the equinox and all that. If these people
worshipped anything it was the sun and the moon and the harvest. They were a peaceful
agricultural people and if they had gods then the gods were like them and like them died a
long, long time ago, okay? |
| DEBBIE | And what about the Bible referring to more than one god, you
make that up too? |
| ALEX | No, that much is true. |
| DEBBIE | (laughing) No, you made it up, you made up that story
yourself, you did, didn't you. |
| ALEX | No. I didn't. |
| DEBBIE | Really? |
| ALEX | Really.
|
| DEBBIE | Oh. |
[ALEX looks around at the stones serenely. DEBBIE
surveys them nervously.]
| Do you think it's too late to check out one of the church services?
|
| ALEX | They wouldn't appreciate us coming in late, especially that
lady I said hello to when we were riding through that last town. They looked like something
out of a Stephen King story or something. They take this church business very seriously here.
|
| DEBBIE | Yes. You really did a good job making me nervous of this
place. |
| ALEX | I know. I'm sorry. I wish there was something to be afraid of
here, that'd make a great story. But, even so, these stones... it's like each one of them
possesses some sort of... they're so old. |
| DEBBIE | I think they're... I... |
| ALEX | You really don't care for them, do you. |
| DEBBIE | You're so smart, Alex.
| [Pause] |
| ALEX | Maybe there's some sort of afternoon service back in Stornoway.
Would that make you happier? |
| DEBBIE | We'd have to skip those brochs if we want to make it and you
really wanted to see those, you said they're especially good examples. |
| ALEX | Well, like you said, you seen one broch you've seen them all.
|
| DEBBIE | Thank you. |
| ALEX | You've been really good about coming out with me to these silly
standing stones. I don't know, I just find them fascinating... |
| DEBBIE | I do too. Really. Especially that they're so old. |
| ALEX | Yah, but a week in Orkney before this? I'm surprised you
stayed so civil up there in the middle of Orkney in the middle of nowhere. |
| DEBBIE | It's redundant to say in the middle of Orkney in the middle
of nowhere. |
| ALEX | Ah, but we still didn't see the half of it. |
| DEBBIE | That place, and this place, they have a sort of feeling
like... I don't know... witchy, like witches. I wouldn't be surprised if a witch just stepped
out from behind one of these stones. She'd be surprised to see us, we're the ones that are out
of place, but I wouldn't be the least bit surprised. I'd shit myself, but I wouldn't be
surprised. |
| ALEX | There are witches here. |
| DEBBIE | What? |
| ALEX | If there are witches in the world, this is where they are. |
| DEBBIE | It gives me the creeps. |
| ALEX | I love it. |
| DEBBIE | We could have spent more time in London, or Oxford, or , or
Stratford, or... |
| ALEX | Or Caernarvon Castle. (Laughs) You were beautiful at
Caernarvon Castle. |
| DEBBIE | I don't want to talk about it. |
| ALEX | I took pictures you know. |
| DEBBIE | What!? |
| ALEX | I took pictures. I grabbed your camera and photographed the
whole thing. |
| DEBBIE | Alex! Those could be used in court! God knows what happened
to that fellow. We've got to destroy the film. |
| ALEX | Too late. I sent the negatives home already. |
| DEBBIE | What?! |
| ALEX | A one day photofinisher in Inverness did them up. |
| DEBBIE | No. No, tell me you didn't. You didn't.
| [ALEX whips a bunch of photos from her pack.]
|
| ALEX | Here they are! |
| DEBBIE | Give them to me! |
[DEBBIE lunges at ALEX who deftly leaps up on a
stone and holds them above her head.] |
| ALEX | Nooo! I think you would destroy them! |
| DEBBIE | Of course I will! |
| ALEX | Wouldn't do you any good. I'd just have another batch printed
up. |
[She pulls one from the pack and gives to DEBBIE.]
| I'm thinking of having this one blown up to poster size! |
| DEBBIE | (groans) |
[ALEX comes down from the rock and takes the photo
from DEBBIE's hand. She puts them all into her back pocket.] |
| ALEX | We'll hide out here in the boonies until the heat cools off.
|
| DEBBIE | When we get to that church I'm going to, I think I'll plead
for sanctuary.
| [Pause]
| You're not going to put any of those in your article? |
| ALEX | I was thinking of doing a side-bar. |
| DEBBIE | No, I would sue. I would. I'd lose my job. |
| ALEX | Well, you don't seem very happy as a secretary anyway... |
| DEBBIE | Photographer! I'm the photographer on this assignment,
that's, that's... |
| ALEX | Some photographer, forgetting the film. |
| DEBBIE | Could you maybe not keep bringing that up? I mean, I know I
should have film but I really thought we would spend today relaxing and going to church. |
| ALEX | Deb, real photographers don't make excuses. |
| DEBBIE | You know what, Alex? You know what?
| [Pause]
| You're right. You're right, okay? No more excuses, none, no more.
A pro would have film all the time. Ed would never have been caught short, would he. You
have a crush on him, everybody, everybody... it's so obvious. |
| ALEX | Ed? Ed who? Ed Checora? Checks? |
| DEBBIE | I call him Ed. |
| ALEX | I couldn't care less for Checks! The reason I requested him
was simply because he's a hell of a good photographer. And you're right, he wouldn't ever be
caught without film, he is a pro, and he wouldn't be making excuses. |
| DEBBIE | I, I may as well get used to it. I'm going to be a secretary
forever.
| [DEBBIE looks very sad. ALEX tries to comfort
her.] |
| ALEX | You're a great secretary, Deb. What's so wrong with that? |
| DEBBIE | And ever. And ever. It's like... when you... What do you
care. You don't want to know. |
| ALEX | I care. I just don't understand. |
| DEBBIE | How could you? What do you even know about it? Nobody takes
you for granted, god, anyone tried and you'd just turn your beam on them until they stood, just
sort of stood stunned in it like a deer in some headlights or something. Then 'wack!', you'd
let them have it. I'm in the shadows, in the bushes, behind my desk, right by the phone with
all the lines so I can put people on hold, sometimes just for the, the, the pleasure of it,
that's all I can do, I can put you on hold and make you wait in some grey limbo listening to
god-awful canned music until I'm ready to deal with you. |
| ALEX | You've never done that to me. |
| DEBBIE | You sure? "Oh, sorry, Alex, Mr. St. James is on another line
and I've got another call coming in. Just hold a sec, okay? Thanks." |
| ALEX | Debbie... |
| DEBBIE | And I've got opinions about things, I have a good eye for
composition, and sometimes, sometimes I have better ideas for layouts, but that's not, not my
place, not in my job description, not what I get paid for, and so I don't say anything,
because, because a part of me actually believes that I really am a mindless piece of office
furniture. It's stupid, just stupid, and that's what you have to be to be a secretary and
that's what I must be because that's what I am. |
| ALEX | You're not stupid. We depend on you. Where would we be
without you? |
| DEBBIE | Getting your own damn coffee! |
| ALEX | I could handle that. |
| DEBBIE | Answering your own phone, doing your own letters,
photocopying, minding the fax.. |
| ALEX | I can answer a phone and type and pick pages from a tray. |
| DEBBIE | Oh yah? It wouldn't be just your own coffee you'd be
getting, you'd be getting everyone else's too. And do you think, who do you think would tidy
up after one of your lousy editorial lunch meetings, Mr. St. James? Uh, uh. The janitorial
staff? Hah! You would. You'd be getting the coffee and cleaning the cups when they were
through. |
| ALEX | I could handle it. |
| DEBBIE | Hah! |
| ALEX | I could. |
| DEBBIE | I bet. |
| ALEX | I COULD!
| [pause] |
| DEBBIE | Okay. You could. |
| ALEX | No. I couldn't. I'd hate it. |
| DEBBIE | Alex, could we... Can we... be, still be, friends when I
leave? |
| ALEX | Are you seriously thinking of leaving? |
| DEBBIE | Never mind. |
| ALEX | No, tell me. Are you? |
| DEBBIE | I shouldn't, it's not official, and this is just between you
and me, okay? But, well, you know I've been sending some of my stuff, that portfolio I put
together, around and, nothing official, but... two magazines have expressed interest in my
work. Nothing's set or anything, it's not official, I've got a couple of interviews lined up
when we get back, I don't know, but... I'm really excited, Alex, I think this could be it, the
beginning of an actual career. |
| ALEX | I'd... we'd lose you. |
| DEBBIE | I can't be a secretary forever. I, I... I just can't. |
| ALEX | What do you mean 'secretary'? Are you typing right now?
Answering phones or filing? Posting proofs? |
| DEBBIE | I'm only here because the usual bunch were busy. If Ed
hadn't gone with the pig to Hawaii he would be here and I wouldn't be here, and you'd be having
a much better time. |
| ALEX | I would not! Ed is his own icon and I don't have the time to
pay him worship. |
| DEBBIE | But he's certainly more professional than me, and he's a nice
guy, I think he's a nice guy, good looking, such a... |
| ALEX | Nazi. |
| DEBBIE | Professional. And you gave the impression, that you
regretted, that you would rather have him along, whatever reason, I don't know, I don't care,
you'd rather have him along. |
| ALEX | (touching DEBBIE's hair) Not true, Deb. I was just giving you
a hard time, really. The truth is that the moment I finished looking at your portfolio I knew
I wanted to work with you on an assignment. It was I who got you this job. |
| DEBBIE | Really? |
| ALEX | Truthfully. I could have had Checks, Ed, but he's always
coming on to me, and... |
| DEBBIE | Ed came on to you? |
| ALEX | ... and frankly, I don't think he's that shit hot. In fact, I
think his work is... well, boring. |
| DEBBIE | You just finished saying how professional he is. |
| ALEX | Professional, sure, but he hasn't got heart. All the
professionalism in world... Well, if you can't make a subject come alive, why bother? |
| DEBBIE | That's it exactly! Photography is an art, but only when the
art in the individual is reflected in the work! |
| ALEX | Exactly. |
| DEBBIE | That's why it's so important to me to get one of these
positions. So I can do something I really have a feeling for. |
| ALEX | What if I could get you some more assignments? |
| DEBBIE | Ah... Thank you, but... you couldn't do that, you're just a
junior editor. |
| ALEX | What do you mean just a junior editor? |
| DEBBIE | You don't have the pull. |
| ALEX | More than you might think. I'm on my way up. |
| DEBBIE | I know, I'm sure you are, and thank you, but I'm in a hurry
because I can't, I just can't be a secretary anymore because pretty soon, really soon, I will
die, not physically maybe, but something inside will just switch off, and I'll go about my
secret duties without a thought as to what I'm doing or who I am and there won't be
anything inside and I'll just do everything they want and take whatever they give and I will be
their perfect secretary. And I, I, I can't let that happen. |
| ALEX | So you're going to leave. |
| DEBBIE | I have to. I really... just have to. |
| ALEX | But you're such a good secretary, Debbie!
|
| DEBBIE | Thank you. |
[DEBBIE's eyes fill with tears.]
| I'm a good photographer too. |
[ALEX perceives her own stupidity and feels very
bad. She goes to hug DEBBIE. What was meant to have been a conciliatory squeeze evolves into
an embrace.] |
| ALEX | I know... I'll... I'll miss you. |
| DEBBIE | I'll... I... We can still be friends, can't we?... This is
ridiculous, we're a whole ocean from work and maybe... maybe I won't go... |
| ALEX | You will. You better. I'll miss you, though. I really will.
|
| DEBBIE | I'll miss you too. |
[They kiss. The intention was a friendly kiss, but
there is an energy here ever so slightly stronger than the intention. They break, uncertain of
what it is, uncomfortable.] |
| ALEX | Well, I think we should have a look at these stones having
biked so far. |
| DEBBIE | You go ahead. I'm... really hungry. You want me to unpack
yours too? I could set up a picnic. |
| ALEX | Yes, please. And Debbie, I... I'm sorry if I'm a little
bitchy sometimes. I don't really mean to be, it's just... |
| DEBBIE | It's okay, Alex, really. I ... Just call me Dr. Watson. |
| ALEX | No, I'll be Watson and you be Holmes. |
| DEBBIE | Okay. Watson, I'm going to Edinburgh tomorrow. |
| ALEX | Is it okay if I come with you? |
| DEBBIE | I'll think about it. |
| ALEX | I'll hope and pray. |
| DEBBIE | And no more lying. You'll behave yourself. |
| ALEX | This coming from the terror of Caernarvon Castle! |
| DEBBIE | That was justified! |
| ALEX | I know. I was proud of you. |
| DEBBIE | I couldn't see that happen and not do anything. |
| ALEX | I wish I could have done the same. |
| DEBBIE | Really? |
| ALEX | I think I'll take my whistle and play a bit. |
| DEBBIE | Don't be gone too long. I don't want to be left here by
myself with giants and old gods and all that hanging around. |
| ALEX | Don't worry. |
| DEBBIE | But do go far enough away I can't hear your playing. |
| ALEX | I'm getting better! |
| DEBBIE | And even better with distance. It's too bad you can't play
it as well as you play the piano. |
| ALEX | This is more portable. |
| DEBBIE | I guess I'm just thankful you didn't buy a set of bagpipes,
or a kazoo or something. Alex?
Don't be gone long. |
| ALEX | Thanks, Deb. |
[ALEX takes a tin whistle from her pack and exits.
DEBBIE watches her go. When she has left, DEBBIE looks thoughtful as she unzips her pack.
ALEX begins to play her whistle offstage. The playing is not superior, but it is also by no
means painful to listen to.] |
| DEBBIE | She's getting better. |
[DEBBIE listens to the music a moment. It is a
lonely old tune that slightly echoes the song played by JOHN at the opening of the play.
DEBBIE goes about spreading a picnic cloth. She sets out two paper plates. She is very
nervous about being left alone. Suddenly a flute sounds, not too loudly, but loud enough not
to be mistaken by the audience or drowned by the whistle playing. DEBBIE straightens up and
looks quickly around. She is brought back to the foreboding nature of the stones.]
| (shouting) If you want anything to eat, you'd better hustle or
I'll eat it all myself. |
| ALEX | (offstage) I'll be there in a minute! |
[The whistle playing continues. DEBBIE goes to her
pack and removes a sandwich. She sets it on her plate. She prays.] |
| DEBBIE | Thank you, God, for the food we eat,
Thank you, God, for the flowers sweet,
Thank you, God, for the birds in spring,
Thank you, God, for... for everything.
God?
Dear God...
Oh God...
(by rote) Our Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come Thy will be done
On Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us,
And lead us not into temptation,
But... but deliver us from...
God?
This place is scary God... But... the churches here... they have very nice churches, all of
them, they're consistently very nice. They're beautiful, but God, God, is Alex right? Just
glass and gold and glass and gold and stone?
(Guilty) This is a strange place to be, I, I know, especially on a Sunday, I wish I was in
Church, but Alex... But here... They say you're everywhere so even if it is Sunday and I pray
to you here and not in church you can still hear me, can't you?
God the Father, God the One God, God of the Christians, and no other gods in the immediate
vicinity... Alex was just joking around when she was talking about more than one... god,
wasn't she, there's nothing in that, that's just Alex. I know that.
Bless and protect us God the Father of Jesus. Both of us. Alex too. She's not a devout
Christian, well, she's not a Christian at all, but she's not a Buddhist either. She reads some
books and stuff and meditates, but just for relaxation, that's not prayer and she isn't
worshipping false idols, that little jade thing is just for luck, a little superstition, please
forgive her for it, but...
Deliver us from evil.
| [Flute sounds loudly]
| Who's that? Who's there! |
[She gets up and cautiously peeks behind the stone
where JOHN hid at the top of the show. As she goes behind it, JOHN comes around front and
picks up the sandwich. He takes the sandwich and returns back behind the stones just as DEBBIE
emerges from behind it by the other side. She doesn't notice the theft of the sandwich. She
is nervous. The whistle playing has stopped. She looks up and around the circle but she
cannot see ALEX.] |
| DEBBIE | Alex!
| [No response]
| Alex, where are you! |
| ALEX | (offstage) Here I am! |
| DEBBIE | Well get over here! I'm going to start without you. |
| ALEX | (offstage) In a minute! |
| DEBBIE | Half a minute!
| [ALEX's whistle playing resumes. DEBBIE resumes
praying.]
| Oh, God, sorry to be interrupted, without closing, I usually close
off with an amen as you know since you know everything and being perfect have a perfect memory
anyway...
It's not easy to believe in you anymore. I'm trying, Alex thinks we've been to every church
here, and, don't tell Alex, God, but I'm getting a little tired of churches.
DEBBIE (cont.) You exist. I accept that as a fact. And if I can't feel you, in church, in
these stones, wherever, that's just me, because you do exist. I know you do. I just can't
feel you any more.
Amen. |
[She takes the sandwich from ALEX's pack. She puts
it on ALEX's plate and sits before her own. She notices the absence of her sandwich. She
looks up and around with an expression on her face which seems to suggest that she very much
regrets the loss of her sanity and the possibility of sandwich snitching old gods or giants in
the immediate vicinity. ALEX enters.]
| My sandwich is gone. |
| ALEX | You must have been hungry. |
| DEBBIE | No, you don't understand. I didn't finish eating it. |
| ALEX | You packed it this morning? |
| DEBBIE | Of course I packed it. I mean it was here one moment, then I
went to... take a little look around and when I got back it was gone!... I don't think we're
alone. |
| ALEX | Oh come on, Debbie, everyone's in church up here. |
| DEBBIE | No, not everyone, I think... not... while you were gone, and
I was... lost in thought, I heard a sound. |
| ALEX | You're letting your imagination get away with you. |
| DEBBIE | I don't have imagination! And my imagination didn't take my
sandwich. |
| ALEX | Then what did?
| [Pause] |
| DEBBIE | A rabbit? |
| ALEX | Maybe you ate it and are angling for some of mine. |
| DEBBIE | I didn't! |
| ALEX | Alright, a rabbit, very possibly a rabbit, a rabbit fond of
tinned meat. |
| DEBBIE | It had lettuce. |
| ALEX | That they do like. |
| DEBBIE | (reassuring herself) They do. Yes, they do. It must have
been a rabbit. |
| ALEX | So I suppose I should give you half of mine. |
| DEBBIE | No, I'll starve. I can afford to lose a few pounds. |
| ALEX | You sure? I brought dessert. |
| DEBBIE | Dessert? |
| ALEX | (producing them from her pack) Flake bars! |
| DEBBIE | Alex! You must have bought them yesterday! |
| ALEX | So. Still dieting? |
| DEBBIE | When I finish my Flake bar. |
| ALEX | I think I'll start with mine. |
| DEBBIE | But it's dessert. |
| ALEX | Debbie, my dear friend, I am smart enough to know that should I
begin with my sandwich you would be finishing your Flake bar just as I begin mine. Hungry from
the rodent theft of your sandwich, you would then look at me in the most pathetic way and
consumed with guilt I would be compelled to give you half of my Flake bar. |
| DEBBIE | Lies! |
| ALEX | We will eat our Flakes together.
| [They unwrap the chocolate bars.]
| They're a little bit melted. |
| DEBBIE | Who cares? |
| ALEX | You can have half my sandwich if you're still hungry. |
| DEBBIE | Thanks. They told us it would be raining all the time. |
| ALEX | Especially Alison. She really thought she got the pick of the
assignments drawing Hawaii. Boring. |
| DEBBIE | If we'd brought our bathing suits this might as well be
Hawaii. |
| ALEX | You know, on my trip here in '89 I visited a place on the coast
that has palm trees. |
| DEBBIE | In Scotland? |
| ALEX | Yup. Warmed by the Gulf current or something. People were
tanning there. |
| DEBBIE | This is the last place you'd actually think of bringing
suntan oil and a bathing suit. |
| ALEX | True. |
| DEBBIE | Aside from Fort McMurrary. |
| ALEX | Deb? |
| DEBBIE | Alex? |
| ALEX | Do you want to get naked? |
| DEBBIE | (pause) |
| ALEX | We could tan. Perfect day for it. |
| DEBBIE | Naked? |
| ALEX | Why not? Nobody's around to see us. Alison would freak if we
came back from Northern Britain with fabulous tans. |
| DEBBIE | Remember what she said before she left? "I'll be thinking of
you poor dears when I bask in the blazing Hawaiian sun." |
| ALEX | So what do you say? |
| DEBBIE | Are you serious? |
| ALEX | I'm going to. It's such a beautiful day. |
| DEBBIE | It is. We could. |
| ALEX | Yup. |
| DEBBIE | There's no one around. |
| ALEX | Just us. |
| DEBBIE | Oh Alex! This is outrageous! I've never done anything like
this before. |
| ALEX | I have. I attended a nudist camp once. |
| DEBBIE | Oh Alex! |
| ALEX | What do you mean "Oh Alex". There wasn't anything naughty or
sexual about it. It was supposed to be the brave new old way of living, a return to nature and
radiant health. I got sun burn, sun stroke and heat prostration. Then another time, a couple
of years ago, before I got into meditation, I attended this group therapy sort of thing, sort
of a licensed orgy, which was supposed to put us in closer touch with ourselves and everything
around us. I came away from that with a dose of the clap. And I assume everyone else did too.
Then there was that time with that cult of Satan worshippers... |
| DEBBIE | Alex, you'd... you'd better be joking about that one... |
| ALEX | They weren't the bad kind, their hearts were in the right
place, they were praying for an end to the clear-cutting of the world's rain forests. We all
watched the papers for awhile, but no developments. They were going to meet again and
sacrifice a chicken, but somehow I had the feeling that they could sacrifice an elephant and it
wouldn't do any good, so I said my good-byes and they were sorry to see me go and they said
they would pray for me. I smiled. |
| DEBBIE | You didn't have to do anything awful, like drink the blood of
a virgin mixed with the semen of a goat? |
| ALEX | No, I think that's the Christmas ceremony. |
| DEBBIE | That's terrible, Alex. |
| ALEX | Oh, Debbie, dwell not upon my past disappointments. It's as
beautiful a day as anyone could wish for, yes? |
| DEBBIE | (feeling the sun on her face) Yes. |
| ALEX | So what are we going to do with it? |
| DEBBIE | (looking around to see if anyone is there) Tan? |
| ALEX | I couldn't have thought of a better idea myself. |
| DEBBIE | Okay! |
[They begin taking off their clothing. ALEX stops,
however, after undoing her shirt. She watches DEBBIE as she undresses and talks.]
|
| DEBBIE | This is crazy, Alex. But it's kind of fun. Good to get
these socks off. I wore two pair thinking it was going to be cold. I hope we don't sunburn or
anything. This is great! It's like owning the place, a big room with no ceiling, just a sky,
and no one can see us. |
| ALEX | God can see you. |
[By this point DEBBIE's shirt is off (she wears a
bra) and her pants are at half mast. She stops undressing.] |
| DEBBIE | What? |
| ALEX | God can see you. He sees everything. |
[DEBBIE is angry and confused and scrambles to put
her clothes back on.]
| Debbie, there's no one here but us. We're alone.
| [DEBBIE slows down a bit in her dressing.]
|
| DEBBIE | But He's everywhere, you're right, He's... But... I...
wonder.... Here? Can he see me here? |
| ALEX | (shouting) God sees everything! God is everywhere! Big
Father is watching you! |
[DEBBIE renews her efforts to get dressed. She
succeeds and looks at ALEX.]
| I'm going to get naked in front of your god. |
| DEBBIE | No. |
| ALEX | I'm going to lay on this rock, spread my legs, and tell Him to
come down and fuck me. |
| DEBBIE | Alex, don't...
| [ALEX throws her shirt on a nearby rock.]
| Alex, please don't...
| [ALEX throws her bra over the same rock.]
| Please don't.
| [ALEX unzips her fly.]
| DON'T!
| [ALEX stops, looks at DEBBIE.]
|
| ALEX | Why not? |
| DEBBIE | Because... I don't know. Just don't. Please. For me? |
[ALEX looks at DEBBIE as though seeing her for the
first time. She starts to tremble.] |
| ALEX | I'm cold... |
[DEBBIE takes ALEX's shirt to her and wraps it
around her. She hugs and comforts her.]
| I'm not cynical by nature, Deb... I want to believe... in
something, anything, like you... |
| DEBBIE | God exists. |
| ALEX | Are you sure? Really sure? |
| DEBBIE | I believe in God. |
| ALEX | You believe in God? That doesn't mean a damn thing, Debbie. I
believed in Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, not to mention the
Boogy-Man, but they didn't exist. You know what existed? Menstruation that was real. About
that time the kiddy's fears and fantasies vanished, and Jesus wasn't so friendly like when I
talked to him in my head at weddings, funerals, whenever I happened to be in church as a kid.
Jesus was just another school teacher demanding absent slips when I skipped class. |
| DEBBIE | Alex... |
| ALEX | Until I really needed him. Seventeen, I guess. I guess a lot
of teenagers feel suicidal sometimes, I'm sure I wasn't special, but... I remembered how much
better it was when I was a kid. I was watching a morning church program that said all you
needed to do was to accept the Holy Spirit into your heart and you would find God and Jesus,
and something nice would happen to me.
So I tried. Mom and Dad were out at the cabin so I took a chance. I got on my knees and I
prayed to God and said I accepted the Holy Spirit into my heart. On my knees. In front of the
TV. On Sunday morning. I was 17, I wasn't a child anymore. I waited. And waited. And
waited. |
| DEBBIE | I'm sorry, Alex. |
| ALEX | Have you ever seen God, Debbie? |
| DEBBIE | No. |
| ALEX | Ever seen a real miracle? |
| DEBBIE | The letters from those magazines saying that they were
interested in my work and that I should... |
| ALEX | No, I mean really. |
| DEBBIE | No. |
| ALEX | Did you ever get the Holy Spirit? |
| DEBBIE | Yes. I thought did. It comes and goes. |
| ALEX | You ever read the Koran? |
| DEBBIE | No. |
| ALEX | The Bhagavad-gita? |
| DEBBIE | Are you kidding? |
| ALEX | I could loan them to you. Along with some Buddhist stuff. |
| DEBBIE | Alex, faith is not like buying a microwave, it's not
something you shop around for. |
| ALEX | More like love at first sight. |
| DEBBIE | Something like. |
| ALEX | Maybe someday I'll look out across a crowded room, and leaning
against the marble mantelpiece will be the god that was meant for me. |
| DEBBIE | Alex, you're being cynical. |
| ALEX | Actually, my parents had picked out a god for me, we sort of
grew up together, but after we had matured we could both see it wouldn't work out, so we went
our separate ways. |
| DEBBIE | Why don't you finish your sandwich. |
| ALEX | I've offended you. You really believe in that stuff. |
| DEBBIE | It's better than just wanting to. |
| ALEX | Probably. No doubt. Of course. |
[ALEX picks up her whistle and starts to leave.
While pretending to be angry she is trying not to cry.] |
| DEBBIE | Where are you going? |
| ALEX | To leave you to your fate. |
| DEBBIE | What do you mean? |
| ALEX | I like playing my whistle here. |
| DEBBIE | You like playing your whistle everywhere. |
| ALEX | Here especially. |
| DEBBIE | You played well. |
| ALEX | (the compliment is unexpected and appreciated) Than you. I
didn't know you were listening. |
| DEBBIE | I wasn't. It sort of seeped into me while I wasn't looking,
listening, whatever. Can we leave soon? |
| ALEX | It's like having an audience, these stones. It's like they
listen. |
| DEBBIE | I, I get that feeling too, but, um, I, I don't think it's so
great. Can we go soon? |
| ALEX | (taking up her sandwich) You want half? |
| DEBBIE | No, I'm not hungry, actually, yes, I am, I am hungry. |
| ALEX | Which? |
| DEBBIE | I am, I'd like half your sandwich, okay, please? |
[ALEX gives her half which she proceeds to cram
into her mouth and devour in a matter of seconds.]
| (mouth full) I'm... (swallow) I'm finished.
| [She hurriedly packs.]
| Okay, lets go. |
| ALEX | I'm not finished yet. |
| DEBBIE | Leave it for the rabbits. |
| ALEX | I don't want to. |
| DEBBIE | Hurry. |
| ALEX | Go without me. |
| DEBBIE | Alex... |
[ALEX sighs. She looks at the sandwich and looks
around. Looks at the sandwich again. She gets up and throws it high into the air. JOHN
enters in time to catch it. He takes a bite. Blackout.] |
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