#SHARE A SCENE

I haven’t shared a scene from one of my plays lately, so I’m going to do that today. This one is raw, meaning I just wrote it about an hour ago. It’s from the play I’m working on right now, called JUST LIKE TENNESSEE. Lisa is Bo’s older sister. She is visiting him from St. Louis (he lives in Portland, Oregon in a basement apartment), where they are doing crystal meth together. There is bad language here as well. That’s all you need to know for now:

LISA

I’m heading down. Gimme some more.

BO

I told you I’m out, sis.

LISA

You’re lying just cause you don’t wanna share it with me.

BO

God dammit, Lisa, stop being so fucking paranoid. We used up every bit of tina I had in the joint. Some I didn’t even know I had.

LISA

Go get some more then.

BO

You go get some more.

LISA

Look, I’ll give you some money. I don’t have any contacts here. Your the one with all the sources.

BO

I’m too strung out. I don’t want people looking at me.

LISA

Let me look at you.

(SHE does. HE pulls away.)

BO

Knock it off.

LISA

You look fine.

BO

You don’t. You look like an addict. Like a fucking tweaker.

LISA

Yeah? Fuck you. 

BO

Fuck you.

LISA

You got any alcohol then? Hard liquor? Cause your fridge is bare. 

BO

No.

LISA

Pain pills? Sleeping pills? Fucking benadryl?

BO

Okay, okay, I’ll go out!

LISA

Take this. It’s all I got. 

(SHE hands him some bills from her pocket.)

(BO EXITS)

LISA

(Yelling after him, whether he can hear or not) And get some pills too!

(CELL PHONE rings)

LISA

Fuck me! Who is that? (looks at the phone) Shit. Hello? Dad? What do you want? I’m fine. I’m at Bo’s, he’s … I’m fine, Dad … No! I’m not coming home right now, and … I can’t … because … No, I’m not doing drugs. I”m not drinking either … I don’t even have a boyfriend … NO! Mama, mama, I can’t talk right now … I have a headache, I need to go lie down. Tell Daddy I love him too. I love you Mama, but I gotta go.

(SHE shuts the phone and puts it in her pocket)

 

Fucking fuck fuck! I hate their fucking guts! I hate them, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!

(SHE starts searching for scissors, can’t find them. Finds a kitchen knife, like a chef’s knife. HER hair is in two braids, and she grabs one of them and starts sawing at it, by her ear. The knife slips, and she cuts her throat. Blood gushes out. She grabs her throat, trying to push the blood back in, but quickly weakens and falls to the floor, just out of sight of the entrance where BO will come in. TIME PASSES)

BO

(Entering) Lisa? Lisa, come see what I got. You didn’t think I heard you, I’ll bet … 

(HE stumbles over her and falls to the floor. He pulls himself up enough to see what he has fallen over.)

Lisa!

(BLACK OUT)

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