THERAPY OF A DREAM PLAY CONTINUES

THERAPY OF A DREAM PLAY CONTINUES: A.K.A "THE RED LEAK"

SYBIL:

I AM SORRY NOW.

I AM SORY THAT I GOT STUCK A FLOOR ABOVE YOU

I AM SORRY THAT I DON'T HAVE A GUN.  MAYBE I SHOULD GO TO THE MAYOR'S OFFICE TOMORROW TO COMPLAIN ABOUT YOU...
(John mumbles and leave...he mumbles a lot because he is a lier)

MAYBE HE WILL LISTEN.  HE LIKES WOMEN OF COLOR.  HIS WIFE IS ONE OF THEM.  HE MIGHT HAVE MORE COMPASSION
THEN ANY OTHERS I HAVE BEEN WASTING MY TIME  WITH.

YOU KNOW IT'S AMAZING.  I NEVER EVER REALIZED THAT I CAME HERE TO AMERICA TO WASTE MY TIME.  MY PRECIOUS TIME.  MY LIFE FORCE ON SHIT LIKE THIS.  SHIT AFTER SHIT AFTER SHIT.  ONE SHIT ENDS AND THE NEXT SHIT STARTS.

MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE ABOUT SHIT "HI, MY NEW PIECE IS ABOUT SHIT. I'T'S PART OF A TRILOGY.  SHIT TRILOGY. WHAT A GREAT TITLE," SHIT TRILOGY." BY SYBIL
COMING UP AT A THEATER NEAR YOU. NO, OT IN A NON PROFIT THEATER BUT PROFIT, PROFIT, BIG, BIG PROFIT THEATER."

BUT RIGHT NOW I AM STUCK WITH THIS MOTHER FUCKER.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG?
SINCE I CAME HERE THINGS KEEP GOING DOWN AND DOWN.
I GUESS WASN'T MEANT FOR THE WESTERN CLIMATE.  CLIMATE OF AGGRESSION.
HE IS THE WORST, OST UNHAPPY.  HE NEEDS SEX. ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT THE LEAK.  MAYBE HE HIMSELF IS LEAKING SOMEWHERE.  SOMETHING IS FOR SURE LEAKING IN HIM.

BUT I FOR SURE HAVE A SHITTY LIFE LIVING AMONG THIS ASS HOLE.
HE BOTHERS ME ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT 24/7
HE HEARS ME COME IN AND GETS STARTED.
OH! FUCK HIM....
I HAVE A PLAY BOOKED FINALLY ON BROADWAY.
I HAVE TO CONCENTRATE.
WRITE A BRAND NEW PLAY OR FIND THE UNFINISHED ONES AND FINISH AT LEAST ONE AND FUCKING SUBMIT IT...LET ME LOOK ONE MORE TIME...MAYBE THE FUCK WON'T COME BACK.  MAYBE HE WENT TO SLEEP.  I HOPEHE DIES IN HIS SLEEP, SO I WON'T HAVE TO SHOOT HIM...SO MUCH WORK...BUY A GUN, SHOOT HIM, GO TO JAIL
AND STILL WORRY ABOUT THE ONE CHANCE IN LIFE TO HAVE A PLAY PRODUCED ON BROADWAY...MYBE THE PLAY HAS TO BE WRITTEN IN JAIL. HE WON'T BOTHER ME THERE.  HE WOULD BE DEAD.  SHOT DEAD BY ME.  DEAD PEOPLE DON'T BOTHER YOU.  THATS THE ONLY THING GOOD ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S DEATH.  PEOPLE ARE HORRIBLE..."HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE."  WHO SAID THAT?  SOME FRENCH PHILOSOPHER...MY MIND IS FROZEN RIGHT NOW.  I CAN'T THINK OF HIS NAME.
BUT HE WAS RIGHT.  HE MUST HAVE KNOWN MY FASCIT NEIGHBOR.  I AM SURE HE MEANT HIM WHEN HE SAID, "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE."

FUCK HIM FOR NOW, LET ME FIND SOME PAGES OF ANY OF MYUN-FINISHED PLAYS.
(She searches in her huge bags, pick up some scripts, starts to read)

1:SYBIL'S DESPAIR, (READ some pages, scenes between sybil and therapist, sybil in class room, sybil with noel)

(SOUND OF BANGING THE PIPES)
(KNOCK AT THE DOOR)

SYBIL:

HE IS BACK AGAIN

(goes and open the door a crack)

JOHN (back at the door)

THERE IS A LEAK COMING

SYBIL:

A LEAK?

JOHN:

YES, A LEAK

SYBIL;

FROM WHERE?

JOHN:

FROM YOU

SYBIL:

FROM ME?

JOHN:

YES, FROM YOU

SYBIL:

I HAVEN'T PISSED ON YOU YET...

JOHN:

WHAT?

SYBIL:

I HAVE TO PISS ON YOU AND PISS A LOT FOR YOU TO HAVE A LEAK COMING FROM ME TO YOU, OTHER WISE THE POSSIBILITY OF ANY LEAK COMING FROM HERE IS A MYTH

JOHN:

MY WALLS ARE GETTING MILDOO FROM THE LEAK COMING FROM YOU.

SYBIL;

YOU HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH THE WORD, "LEAK" I AM SURE YOU HAD A BAD CHILDHOOD AND SOME ONE PISSED ON YOU A LOT AND HERE I AM THE ONE WHO GOT STUCK WITH YOU INSTED OF YOUR FUCKING MOTHER.
(Sybil scream and scream)

 GO AWAY.  GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK.  LEAVE ME THE FUCK alone.
I HAVE IMPORTANT WORK TO DO AT LEAST ONCE IN MY USELESS LIFE....
(shut the door on him.  she is totally exhausted now, she has difficulty breathing)

SYBIL;

JESUS CHRIST.  I CAN'T BREATH. I CAN'T BREATH HERE AND IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MY HOME.  I CAN'T BREATH HERE,  I CAN'T BATHE HERE IN MY OWN HOME.  I CAN'T WORK HERE IN MY OWN APT.  I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS MOTHER FUCKER. I AM GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK FOR SURE IF HE COMES BACK ANOTHER TIME. I NEED TO GO TO A THERAPIST BEFORE I DIE.

(next night)

SYBIL:

I WENT TO A THERAPIST TODAY.  I TOLD HER THAT I HAVE MOUNTAINS OF DESPAIR.
I TOLD HER THAT I SLEEP WITH DESPAIR, I WAKE UP WITH DESPAIR.  I HAVE NOTHING
ANY MORE IN MY LIFE EXCEPT DESPAIR AND MY NEIGHBOR WHO IS A MONSTER.
I CAN'T WASH MY FACE BECAUSE OF THE MONSTER.  I CAN'T WORK AT ALL.  CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANY CREATIVE IDEA.  FORGET ABOUT WRITING THE PULITZER WINNING PLAY EVEN IF I HANG MYSELF WITH OPTIMISM AND POSITIVE ATTITUDE.
AND WHAT DID THE THERAPIST TOLD ME?

SHE SAID, "READ CAMUS.  ALBERT CAMUS.  THE FRENCH PHILOSOPHER.  SHE SAID
CAMUS WILL INSPIRE YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU WILL COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT YOUR NEIGHBOR AND WILL END UP WRITING A NEW PLAY. SHE TOLD ME TO TRY IT.  SHE TOLD ME THAT HER ADVICE HAD MADE MANY UNKNOWN PLAYWRIGHTS INTO
THE WORLD FAMOUS OLIVER AWARD WINNERS...JUST BY TELLING THEM TO TEAD CAMUS...SO I BOUGHT THIS BOOK BY CAMUS ON MY WAY HOME...

(She begins to read quotations of camus out loud) (Camus's quotations have to be added here)
(all of a sudden, she takes a few sheets of paper and pen and starts to write.  she writes a new short play named, PREDICTION
(She reads out loud her new play)

SYBIL:

WOW, WOW, WOW, THERAPIST WAS RIGHT, A NEW IDEA JUST HIT MY TIRED BARAIN
AND LOOK WHAT CAME OUT OF IT...(She reads) . (The play PREDICTION has to be added here)

MY GOODNESS, CAMUS IS AMAZING, SO INSPIRING.  MY FAITH IN THERAPY IS RENEWED. ( read Camus again...more quotations...starts to write, write another short play titled,
FUN PLAY) (fun play has to be added here)

FUN PLAY;

(Knock at the door again, a piece of paper slips in under the door.  it's a bill of $6000 for repairs from the neighbor)
(Sybil opens the envelope ...a bill of $6000, includes, repair of all kinds of the neighbor's apt which she has to pay...Sybil has a breakdown)

SYBIL:

OH! FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK...(she screams and screams)

OH! WHY THE FUCK I CAME HERE?

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

LEAVE THIS COUNTRY RIGHT AWAY

LEAVE

LEAVE

LEAVE

GET OUT

GET OUT

OH! JEE, MY DEAD LINE OF THE PLAY

SHOULD I JUST TAKE SLEEPING PILLS AND DIE?

BUT I DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING SLEEPING PILLS

EVERY ONE HERE HAVE SLEEPING PILLS BUT ME

NO GUN, NO SLEEPING PILLS...

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THIS COUNTRY?

MAYBE HANG MYSELF WITH A ROPE

WHERE IS THE ROPE?

NO ROPE EITHER...

NO PREPARED AT ALL IN THIS MODERN CITY OF CHOICES

HAVE NOTHING MEANINGFUL IN MY SHITTY EXISTENCE

NO EMERGENCY PROPS TO KILL MYSELF

MAYBE A BED SHEET...

BUT THERE IS NO PIPE ON THE CEILING

I WONDER HOW EPSTEIN DID IT?

MAYBE SOME ONE SHOULD COME IN, STRANGLE ME AND THEN MAKE A NOOSE

AROUND MY NECK WITH THE SHEET...

MAYBE I SHOULD ASK THE MONSTER NEIGHBOR TO STRANGLE ME?

BUT WHY WOULD HE DO IT BEFORE I PAY HIM $6OOO?

MONEY IS MORE IMPORTANT HERE THAN KILLING

MAYBE MONEY FIRST AND THEN COMES THE KILLING

SHOULD I HAVE A HNDLE ON MYSELF AND FORGET ABOUT THE BILL

AND CONCENTRATE ON BROADWAY BOOKING?

FORGET ABOUT THE BILL SYBIL

FORGET ABOUT THE BILL

HOW CAN I FUCKING FORGET ABOUT THE BILL?

$6000 DOLLARS, IT'S 6000 DOLLARS

HOW CAN I FUCKING FORGET ABOUT THIS BILL, THE MOTHER OF ALL BILLS?

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE SEEN THIS KIND OFA FIGURE ABUT MONEY IN ANY

FORMAT

$6000, THIS AMOUNT FOR SURE WILL KILL ME

SO FINALLY I WILL BE DEAD SOON ANY WAY

NO NEED OF A GUN OR PILLS OR A ROPE.

DEATH IS DEFINITE.

SO MAYBE I SHOULD WRTE MY PULITZER PRIZE WINNER WHICH IS BEING

CONSIDERED FOR PRODUCTION ON BROADWAY AND IF I DIE BEFORE IT OPENS,

MAYBE IT WILL BECOME A BIG HIT, SYMPATHY FACTOR WILL FOR SURE COME IN...

I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE HEADLINES, "THE GREATEST PLAY EVER WRITTEN,

AUTHOR DIED BEFORE THE SHOW OPENED..."

JUST LIKE THE PLAY RENT.  THE AUTHOR DIED BEFORE THE OPENING NIGHT

AND LOOK AT THE SUCCESS...IN THAT CASE IT WOULD BE A VERY GOOD IDEA TO DIE

BUT LET ME FINISH THE PLAY, THE ONE I STARTED, THE ONE INSPIRED BY

CAMUS,THE ONE CALLED, "THE FUN PLAY" MY LAST PLAY, THE FUN PLAY...

(starts to look for the papers and the pen, )

HERE IT IS...(Starts to write) . (Silence for a while, she writes and writes)

(then comes another knock) (Off stage)

JOHN:

YOU HAVEN'T PAID THE REPAIR BILL OF $6000 YET AND THE NEW LEAK IS COMING

ALREADY...

SYBIL:

(sit silent for a while, then has a thought and compose her self and goes to the door and open the door a bit, John is visible now)

SYBIL:

A NEW LEAK IS COMING?

JOHN:

YES, A BRAND NEW LEAK

SYBIL:

OH! A BRAND NEW LEAK IS COMING TO YOU FROM WHERE?

JOHN:

FROM YOU

SYBIL:

FROM ME?

JOHN:

YES, FROM YOU

SYBIL:

OH! I SEE...

JOHN:

I WILL HAVE TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE FROM THE NEW LEAK AS WELL.

THE BILL WILL BE MUCH HIGHER. THE NEW MILDOO, THE NEW DEMOLITION...

SYBIL:

I HAVE NOTICED YOU LOVE CERTAIN WORDS, SUCH AS LEAK, DEMOLITION..

JOHN:

I DON'T LOVE THESE WORDS.  YOU ARE GIVING ME THE THE LEAK, THE MOULDING,

THE DEMOLITION...

SYBIL:

YOU WANT THE LEAK?

JOHN:

YOU GAVE IT TO ME TWICE

SYBIL:

THERE IS ALWAYS A THIRD TIME, THIRD STRIKE AND YOU ARE OUT...

JUST WAIT HERE, I AM GOING TO PAY YOU THE $6000 FOR THE LEAK, THE REPAIR,

FOR THE DEMOLITION AND I WOULD ADD MORE MONEY TO THE BILL OF $6000

FOR THE NEW LEAK AS WELL.  JUST WAIT RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR AND I WILL

BRING YOU THE CHECK SO THE HEADACHE WILL BE OVER FOR EVER.  ALRIGHT?

JOHN:

(confused and smirks)

ALRIGHT...

SYBIL:

JUST WAIT OUTSIDE THE DOOR...

JOHN:

OK.  (goes out of the room)

SYBIL:

CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND YOU.  I WILL BE RIGHT BACK WITH THE CHECK.

JOHN:  (closes thedoor behind him

SYBIL:

(goes o the writing table, take the checkbook out and writes...then she goes to another room and comes back with a huge sharp knife)

SYBIL:

HERE IS YOUR CHECK...

(Opens the door and with a grand thrust of the knife pierce his heart and keep stabbing him like
a ferociously mad Bacchante...music from Psycho, the curtain scene mixed with screams come on
after she has stabbed him many times, she comes back in, she is soaking with red blood, her dress is completely covered, she brings the bloody knife  as well as a small bucket full of red liquid with her when she enters her room and puts the knife under the table and brings a bigger bucket out of the other room and starts to pour the red liquid from smaller container into the bigger bucket...

SYBIL:

(while she pours the red liquid into the bigger bucket she says,

NOW HE'S  GOT A REAL LEAK AND THE LEAK IS RED.

(She goes back to the writing table. sit for a while in silence. )

SYBIL:

THE DISTURBANCE HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF ...AND I CAN WRITE MY

NEW PLAY WITHOUT ANY DISTRACTIONS.

THE PLAY WHICH WILL OPEN ALL DOORS, DOORS OF SUCCESS AND FAME AND

PRESTIGE

.PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD WILL KNOW MY NAME FINALLY.

HE GOT THE RED LEAK AND I WILL WRITE MY PRECIOUS NEW PLAY.

"ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WEL"

(She speaks out loud)

THE RED LEAK...

THE RED LEAK

THE RED LEAK...

OH! MY LORD... WHAT A GREAT PHRASE. "THE RED LEAK"  THE RED LEAK"

THAT IS GOING TOBE THE TITLE OF MY NEW PLAY...

(She sits down and starts to write and speaks out the words)

'TE RED LEAK
BY
SYBIL

TIME  :PRESENT

PLACE:  DILAPIDATED BUILDING IN THE EAST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN

CHARACTERS:

NAFISA: AN IMMIGRANT WOMAN OF COLOR

SMITH:  WHITE RACIST AMERICAN MALE, NAFISA'S NEIGHBOR WHO LIVES BELOW

HER APT...

LOUD BANGING AT NAFISA'S DOOR AS THE LIGHTS GOING DOWN

                                 BLACK OUT

                                 END OF PLAY.