Scene
Two: Inside the car.
DRAKE:
So you’ve had a change of Heart.
VIRGIL:
Huh?
DRAKE:
Yeah. Where are we GOING any way?
VIRGIL:
To the jail.
DRAKE:
How come?
VIRGIL:
Because you salted my fries with soda.
DRAKE:
And this you deem to be unbecoming, I would wager.
[He
doses off. He then awakes. Beside him sits a voluptuous young girl.]
DRAKE:
You look vaguely familiar.
JASMINE:
My name is Jasmine.
DRAKE:
JASMINE?
[Comprehension
dawns.]
DRAKE:
Virgil.
VIRGIL:
What?
DRAKE:
That music. That you’re listening to.
VIRGIL:
Yes?
DRAKE:
It wouldn’t happen to be modern techno, would it?
VIRGIL:
Homie you know it.
DRAKE:
Good God. [Pause.] Hey Verge.
VIRGIL:
Yeah?
DRAKE:
Mind rotating the FM knob?
VIRGIL:
I would, but it does not work.
DRAKE:
I see. So we’re stuck on the same station.
VIRGIL:
Well. You can rotate it. There’s one right next to you. But it will only make
the bass heavier.
DRAKE:
I see. So I was right.
[He
opens the suicide door. A giant Chinese Dragon flies by. Astride him is
Friedrich Nietzsche, crying over a Dead Horse.]
[He
closes the door.]
DRAKE:
I am lying on the cement outside O’Donnell’s. I am asleep. Aren’t I?
[No
one answers.]
DRAKE:
So be it.
JASMINE:
So tell me more about that girl.
DRAKE:
What girl?
JASMINE:
The Arian one that you met outside the Parking Structure.
DRAKE:
She was perfect. She slept with my best friend. So called best friend.
JASMINE:
I see.
DRAKE:
But it was all for the right reasons. Turned out that she was really an
experienced Shaman. People on lower vibrations would not understand.
JASMINE:
Try me.
DRAKE:
Don’t worry: I’m sure YOU are on a higher wavelength than most.
JASMINE:
I know. I mean: I’ll bet.
DRAKE:
Any way: wait. When you said “try me”. You were not telling me you were on a
lower frequency.
JASMINE:
Nope.
DRAKE:
And NEITHER were you telling me to try to talk to you despite your being on a
lower frequency.
JASMINE:
Right.
DRAKE:
So it follows logically – if dreams ever follow logically –
JASMINE:
Well. YOU would. As the dreamer.
DRAKE:
Yes. It follows logically that NEITHER is it that you wanted me to try you just
to learn that you are actually on a HIGHER wavelength.
VIRGIL:
Indubitably.
DRAKE:
For I would have recognized it by now any way.
JASMINE:
Yes. As the dreamer.
DRAKE:
SO: When you said “try me”. You really meant…
[She
leans in and they make out.
Virgil
slams his horn.]
VIRGIL:
You cc-c-c-can’t DODODO that!
DRAKE:
Why NOT?
VIRGIL:
Becccause… becccause…
JASMINE:
Because you were telling us a story. And he now wants you to finish it.
DRAKE:
Oh yes. Well: Where was I?
JASMINE:
Search your feelings.
DRAKE:
Right. My hurt feelings. Hm.
She
was a Shaman. And she wanted Power. Over him.
JASMINE:
The Nameless One.
DRAKE:
Correct. She was drawn to me by virtue of the Law of Attraction. By our common
karma. She knew that she could not master me. I was too powerful. But she knew
she could use sex to master HIM. To serve a higher purpose.
JASMINE:
That sounds Noble.
VIRGIL:
But how can you know that?
DRAKE:
She told me.
VIRGIL:
But she lied to you.
JASMINE:
Keep driving, Virgil.
VIRGIL:
No. Hold up.
[He
stops the car.]
DRAKE:
Virgil. We’re going to be late.
VIRGIL:
Now HOLD on. Ariana was a WOMAN.
JASMINE:
Yes.
DRAKE:
So?
VIRGIL:
SO: She COULD not have wanted power. Because all that women want is sex.
JASMINE:
That’s such a male thing to say.
VIRGIL:
She only wanted him because he’d had sex with other women.
DRAKE:
That’s an OUTRAGE!!
JASMINE:
I am calling the Police.
VIRGIL:
Why??
DRAKE:
You insulted Ariana.
[Police
arrive.]
OFFICER:
What’s the matter here?
DRAKE:
He thinks that Ariana cheated on me because that prick had had sex with
multiple women hitherto.
OFFICER:
I see.
VIRGIL:
But I was simply pointing OUT to him that ALL that women want is sex.
OFFICER:
And you?
JASMINE:
Insisted that that was an insult. So I called you guys.
OFFICER:
Well. What do you make of this?
DEPUTY:
I say we should take them ALL in.
ALL
THREE: FUCK.
Dm.A.A.
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