The
Deatherians by John O'Keefe |
Sound of an EKG. going flatline.
Morivia's Intro. Music.
Scene 1 (The lights slowly rise on MORIVIA Sowolicka.* She is beautiful in a deathly way; pale and gaunt. Her voice is low and smoky and brutal. She strips as she sings. She has an East European accent.) Morivia Sowolicka
Scene 2 (The lights cross fade to HESS KRATOR* and DERN VØRDIGGER.* They are sitting at a hash bar. Krator is taken with Morivia. He gazes at her fading image. They both speak with Dutch accents. In the land of Deatherians men wear make-up, just as women do. They are both cararying guns. Everybody in Amsterdam carries guns, they're like swords in the old days. Jerry*, a hunchback hustler, enters with a tray of joints. Vørdigger Goddamn, stinking, dripping shit all over himself. It was disgusting. Beyond my professional powers. I hated him, Krator, even if he was insane. (To Jerry) Give me a joint. (Jerry hands Vørdigger a joint and lights it as he speaks.) Jerry (To Vørdigger) You want another expresso, boss? Vørdigger If I want one I'll let you know, you ugly little tick. Jerry Sure, boss. (To Krator indicating Morivia) You like that woman, no? She a doll. Krator Get away from me. Jerry Sure boss. You got tip. (Krator tosses a coin on the tray.) Krator Go away. (Jerry exits with tray.) |
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