Maleficent 7

August 30, 2016

 

 

Directed by Aeron Macintyre

Featuring Mark Vashro & Megan Luis

 

A nearly empty cabin. JEA and BOB enter. They carry the bare minimum to spend the night there.

 

BOB:

This is it.

 

JEA:

Okay.

 

BOB:

What do you think?

 

JEA:

It'll do.

 

BOB:

What do you mean?

 

JEA:

Well. it's not quite how you described it.

 

BOB:

I know. I didn't know if you'd come up here if I was honest.

 

JEA:

Well, I guess you don't have to be totally honest, as long as you're totally loyal.

 

She grabs his ass and stares him down. After a moment JEA breaks.

 

JEA; (Cont'd):

I was totally kidding.

 

BOB:

Oh, thank God! I mean, not that I don't have every intention of... I'm with you; totally.

 

JEA:

I get it. We're on the same page.

 

BOB:

Good!

 

 

JEA:

Okay, so is there somewhere to shower up or do you want me stinky.

 

BOB:

Uh, I... (they laugh) down the hall and to the right.

 

JEA exits to the shower. There is a moment of palpable apprehension as BOB decides if he's going to do what he is about to do. He then suddenly springs into action. Throughout the following dialogue he sets up the most elaborate den of iniquity possible in the time allowed.

 

JEA:(OFF)

So how many girls have you brought up here?

 

BOB:

Oh, uh... What do you mean?

 

JEA:(OFF)

C'mon BOB, it's okay. I can't be the first.

 

BOB:

No, I swear. I haven't been up here since I was a teenager and I could never get any girls to come up here... (realizing what he just said) not that I'd try to...

 

JEA:(OFF)

Yoo Hoo, I can't hear you; the showers too loud.

 

BOB:

Right, thanks.

 

JEA:(OFF)

What?

 

BOB:

Nothing.

 

(a moment)

 

JEA:(OFF)

So.... never?

 

BOB:

What?

 

JEA:(OFF)

You never brought any girls up here?

 

BOB:

Jea, this is not a place to bring chicks.. girls... women. It's a hunting cabin.

 

JEA:(OFF)

So, your telling me that you never brought any other "chicks" up here for a little "sump'n, sump'n"?

 

BOB:

ONCE! Her name was Sheila, I met her in college and she meant nothing to me.

 

JEA:(OFF)

Uh, huh.

 

BOB:

She thought she was way too good for me. I only wanted her because she was hot.

 

JEA:(OFF)

Hotter than me?

 

BOB:

NO! No way. You're much hotter.

 

JEA:(OFF)

More details, please.

 

BOB:

What? No. I'm not...

 

JEA:(OFF)

C'mon. I promise I won't live up to my name.

 

BOB is stumped.

 

BOB:

Your name?

 

JEA:(OFF)

What?

 

 

BOB:

What about your name?

 

The shower stops.

 

JEA:(OFF)

Jealousy.

 

BOB:

Your name is Jealousy? I thought it was Jea.

 

JEA:(OFF)

Yeah. Jea is short for Jealousy. You don't think I'd want to broadcast that, do you?

 

BOB:

I... guess not. Why would your parents name you Jealousy?

 

JEA:(OFF)

My Dad was a bit of a zealot. Seven kids, seven deadly sins; Pride, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth and Jealousy.

 

BOB:

Isn't it supposed to be "Envy"?

 

JEA:(OFF)

I guess he thought Jealousy sounded better.

 

BOB:

Better than Sloth or Gluttony, that's for sure.

 

JEA enters looking awesome. She looks around the room at the set-up.

 

JEA:

Are you sure you've only done this once?

 

BOB:

Surprise! And, no, I've never done this. All Sheila got was a double sleeping bag and a blow-up mattress.

 

JEA:

Oh, my... I feel so special.

 

BOB:

Don't get a big head or anything.

 

JEA:

What?

 

BOB:

It was a joke... you know, Pride?

 

JEA:

Funny.

 

She goes into the other room.

 

BOB:

So, what's he like... I mean I'm assuming he's a he.

 

JEA:(OFF)

Was. He was a great guy. He saved my life.

 

BOB:

You mean literally?

 

JEA:(OFF)

Yeah. My Dad was... Can we talk about something else? I'm kinda losing the vibe...

 

BOB:

Yeah, sure. Sorry.

 

JEA:(OFF)

I want to talk about what you have cooking out there. What do you have in store for me?

 

BOB:

If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.

 

JEA:(OFF)

That is the corniest excuse. Pathetic. I'm having doubts.

 

BOB:

Don't be a hater...

 

Jea enters wearing a powerful piece of lingerie and carrying a riding crop. She is a different person. Strong, arrogant and completely in control.

 

JEA:

In fact, why don't you start showing your appreciation right now. Bring me champagne and fruit.

 

She goes and lies down on the bed of pillows BOB has set out. BOB brings her champagne and fruit.

 

BOB:

This is different...

 

JEA:

QUIET! Did I ask you to speak?!?

 

BOB:

Yes!... I mean, no, not exactly...

 

She hits him with the riding crop.

 

BOB: (Cont'd)

Oww!! Hey, sweety...

 

She hits him again.

 

BOB: (CONT'D)

WHOA!

 

He realizes that he's about to get smacked again so shuts up.

 

JEA:

Alright. Now that we have that settled...

 

She seems to drop out of a trance state.

 

JEA: (CONT'D):

I'm hungry.

 

BOB:

Well, I brought you the fruit.

 

She sees the fruit as if it were the first time.

 

JEA:

Nice. Apples... and champagne!!

 

She downs them both.

 

JEA: (CONT'D):

So, what have you got planned?

 

BOB:

Should I speak now?

 

JEA:

Of course! treat me like a Princess.

 

BOB:

Okay. How about this?

 

He puts on some sexy jazz. He starts to dance with her.

 

JEA:

Ooo. Nice move, sir.

 

BOB: (SOUTHERN ACCENT)

Why thank you ma'am. I do try to please...

 

JEA:

Don't do that...

 

BOB: (SOUTHERN ACCENT)

What? you don't like gentlemen from the South?...

 

JEA suddenly switches to yet another personality.

 

JEA:

Oh, yeah! I like goin' down south!!

 

she falls to her knees. BOB jumps away.

 

BOB:

AIII!! What the heck, Jea? Can we go a little slower?

 

JEA:

No. Slow is for pussies!

 

She starts to chase him around the room.

 

BOB:

C'mon. I hope you don't think that this is all I wanted.

 

JEA:

It's all I've wanted! Ever since you walked in the door, it's all that's been on my mind!

 

 

BOB:

You could have fooled me!

 

He picks up a chair to ward her off.

 

JEA:

Oooo. Little kitty playing hard to get?

 

She lunges at him. He slams the chair down on the ground and roars.

 

BOB:

STOP!

 

She snaps out of it. She becomes a little girl.

 

JEA:

Me stop? You stop. Stop with that fucking accent. It makes me sick.

 

She runs off.

 

BOB:

What the fuck? (pause) Listen; are you okay? I mean, do you need... anything?

 

She reenters as if nothing happened.

 

JEA:

No, everything looks yummy. C'mon, let's sit and… get to know each other better.

 

BOB:

Yeah... sure. Sounds great.

 

He lays down on the pillows with her.

 

JEA:

You know, nobody's ever gone to this much trouble for me. I really appreciate it. It's nice.

 

BOB:

Well, you're worth it. Listen, I'd like to talk about what just happened. We have to talk about what just happened.

 

JEA:

What happ...

 

She blacks out.

 

BOB:

Jea, c'mon. We have to talk about this. Jea?

 

She is totally out. He starts getting more and more concerned.

 

BOB: (CONT'D)

Jea! Jea!!

 

He checks her vitals. He tries to revive her. Just as he gets out his phone and starts calling 911, she begins snoring.

 

BOB: (CONT'D)

Jesus. Can you give me a break here? (slapping her) Jea! Jea!!

 

She wakes up.

 

JEA:

Yeah? Oh, wow! I must have dozed off there or something.

 

BOB:

Ya think?

 

JEA:

God, I'm so hungry.

 

She begins shoveling food in her mouth.

 

BOB:

Oh, I get it! This is some kind of sermon, right? "The Seven Deadly Sins"... your brothers and sisters. What were they? Pride, Lust, Sloth and now Gluttony, is that how it goes?

 

She looks at him like he's insane.

 

JEA:

What bug crawled up your ass? I'm hungry. Is that a sin?

 

BOB:

Jea, what's your perception of what has transpired since you got out of the shower.

 

JEA:

What?... We laid on the pillows talked a little, had some fruit and champagne...

 

 

BOB:

And...? What about the other stuff? The... and the...

 

JEA:

Look, BOB I'm not into anything but having a nice relaxed weekend in a cabin in the wilderness with my new boyfriend. Whatever happens in between is gravy. Can we just hang out and have fun? I really like you.

 

BOB:

I like you too! It's just I'm getting a little whiplashed here.

 

She goes to him.

 

JEA:

Oh, my poor baby. Here, come over and lay down.

 

She gets him comfortable and starts feeding him grapes.

 

BOB:

Okay... this is nice. This was supposed to be for you.

 

JEA:

It's for both of us.

 

BOB:

You know, you are not anything like I thought when we met.

 

JEA:

What did you think?

 

BOB:

I don't know... successful junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm, driven, reserved, in control...

 

JEA:

You think I'm out of control?

 

BOB:

No... I...

 

JEA:

Just kidding. I know I'm in control. What do you think of me now?

 

BOB:

I don't know what to think. You're so... unpredictable.

 

JEA:

You like?

 

BOB:

Well... yeah. I guess I just gotta hold on tight and go along for the ride.

 

JEA:

Yup. You know, I was thinking maybe we could take a hike up to that hill I saw on the way in and watch the sunset.

 

BOB:

Sure! It's really nice up there.

 

JEA:

Well, let's go, cowboy. Times a wasting!

 

She jumps up and runs off. BOB sits there a moment, then gets up and follows her. blackout.  Lights come back up and Jea comes on wearing a down vest, hiking boots, shorts and a hat.

 

JEA:

C'mon, Bobby boy! Get your ass in here!

 

BOB: (off)

Coming!

 

stumbles on, exhausted.

 

BOB: (CONT'D)

Wow, that last... 245 yards was a doozy. You've got a lot of energy.

 

JEA:

Yep. And I'm saving some for you later.

 

BOB:

Oh, boy!

 

JEA:

That was fun!

 

BOB:

It sure was.

 

He comes up behind her and they stand there enthralled with each other. There is a real connection.

 

JEA:

This is really nice.

 

BOB:

You're telling me? ....

 

Jea:

Do you ever think about... the future? What comes next? I mean, what are your dreams?

 

BOB:

I'm pretty happy right now. I guess I'd like to have a family some day. A house in the country...

 

JEA: (JERSEY ACCENT)

Are you serious? That's so schmaltsie. I mean what do you really want? What are your deepest desires?

 

BOB:

Wow, that's a harsh judgement. Financial security...

 

JEA: (JERSEY ACCENT)

YES!! Exactly! I want to be able to afford to kill somebody and get away with it.

 (moment)

What?

 

BOB:

Well... I mean... what the fuck are you talking about? You want to kill somebody?

 

JEA: (JERSEY ACCENT)

No! I want to be able to AFFORD to kill someone and get away with it.

 

BOB:

What's the difference?

 

JEA:

BOB, you're becoming a real drag, you know that? I'm just kidding. It's more to do with money than human life.

 

BOB:

So... Greed. Is that the "sin" we're dealing with now?

 

 

 

JEA:

Wow, you are really hung up on this "seven deadly sins" thing, aren't you? I thought you of all people would be a little more open minded.

 

BOB:

Well...

 

JEA:

Okay, what do you want to know?

 

BOB:

Um... okay... What was your... brother?... sloth like?

 

JEA:

We call her Sue. She's my sister and she lives in Denver with her husband and two kids. She's a microbiologist and her husband is the CEO of "Tire Rack" the online tire distribution outlet.

 

BOB:

Oh... okay. What are the kids names?

 

JEA:

Stampede and Shumway. (beat) I'm kidding. Sarah and Silas. Kind of an illiteration.

 

BOB:

Funny. I guess it's just a little weird, you know? You're whole family?... What was your Dad's name?

 

JEA:

Silas... and my Mothers name is Sarah... spooky, huh?

 

BOB:

What?

 

JEA:

Never mind! This is silly, BOB. My family is my family. We're dysfunctional but whose family isn't? Can we move on?

 

BOB:

Yeah. I guess you're right. Boy, if you got to know my family...

 

JEA:

I'm sure I'd be dazzled and confused. All families bear their closets of insanity.

 

BOB:

How profound. But what kind of insanity; not knowing your son's name or not knowing the difference between right and wrong?

 

JEA:

Oh, my God. Is this hitting too close to home? Did your father not know your name?

 

BOB:

No, but I watched my Father go through it with his Father.

 

JEA:

Well, that's not the same. Can you imagine your Father looking at you and saying "It was very nice meeting you...".

 

BOB:

Wow! Talk about buzz kill.

 

JEA:

Sorry, you're right. Let's just drop it.

 

They do.

 

BOB:

Do you remember the first day we met?

 

JEA:

You thought I was a bitch.

 

BOB:

And you thought I was a... what did you think I was?

 

JEA:

I thought you were a cute, smart, quirky guy that I could get to like if he were tough enough to stick around long enough to break through my layers of protective shell.

 

BOB:

How am I doing?

 

JEA:

Not bad, professor.

 

They kiss.

 

 

BOB:

What do you say we pop some popcorn over the fire, drink some more champagne and make out.

 

JEA:

How 'bout we screw the popcorn and champagne.

 

Blackout. when lights come up, BOB and JEA are on the pillows again. They have finished an epic Lovemaking session.

 

BOB:

Oh, my God! The seas have parted and the ark of the covenent has dropped in my lap!

 

JEA:

And I just conquered K-2!

 

BOB:

Huh?

 

JEA:

Mountain in Tibet... pretty difficult climb.

 

BOB:

Is that what I am; a difficult climb?

 

JEA:

No, I would say "sublime".

 

BOB:

I feel so special.

 

JEA:

Oh... what time is it?

 

BOB:

It's almost midnight.

 

JEA:

It's nearly time.

 

BOB:

Time for what?

 

JEA:

The bewitching hour when everything in the dark comes to light.

 

BOB:

What kind of "dark"?

 

JEA:

It's a surprise. See you thought bringing this little "den of iniquity" up here was going to be the big surprise of the weekend but I have something planned that will trump you and your filthy pillows.

 

BOB:

Really? What do you have planned?

 

JEA:

Patience, m'lord. Thou shalt be amused, verily.

 

She goes into the other room

 

BOB:

Amused "ha ha" or... amused? Or bemused? What could possibly trump these pillows?

 

She reenters with two cream doughnuts on a piece of cardboard. There are two candles; one in each doughnut.

 

JEA:

Happy two month anniversary, darling!

 

BOB:

We've only been dating for two weeks. This is our third official date.

 

JEA:

But we met two months ago. April 4th, 2016. And I got doughnuts to remind us of our humble beginnings.

 

BOB:

Are those cream-filled?

 

JEA:

Yep. Your favorite. Remember that first day in the doughnut shop?

 

BOB:

Not really, no.

 

JAE:

You were with that hideous Woman with the red hair...

 

BOB:

You mean my Sister?

 

JEA:

No. She had red hair and that frumpy floral print dress...

 

BOB:

That was my Sister.

 

JEA:

Oh. I'm so sorry.

 

BOB:

Don't be. She is a little hideous.

 

JEA:

Anyway; she was trying to convince you that the jelly filled doughnuts were the best and you said that...

 

BOB:

... Jelly is for sissies.

 

JEA:

Which I thought was ironic because you said that cream-filled was better, which we all know has a consistency much like...

 

BOB:

That's the obvious leap to take, but I think...

 

JEA:

It's not important. What's important is that my jaws clench up when I eat berries so cream is the only way to go. Plus, you were cute, charming and made that jelly/cream debate seem plausible.

 

BOB:

Do you make all of your decisions about boyfriends like that?

 

JEA:

Are you my boyfriend?

 

BOB:

I don't know...

 

JEA:

Jury's still out, bub.

 

BOB:

When there's a verdict, let me know.

 

He gets up and runs out.

 

JEA:

Where are you going?

 

BOB: (OFF)

Woods down. Gotta go.

 

JEA:

You mean, we could have still been going at it? I'm disappointed. That was like... religious. If we had kept going, it might have been... spiritual.

 

BOB: (OFF Singing)

Give me that Old time religion, gimme that old time religion, gimme that old time religion, it's good enough for me!

 

throughout the singing, JEA has been sitting, growing increasingly blank. BOB runs on)

 

BOB: (CONT'D)

Miss me?

 

He flops down on the pillows. JEA immediately grabs him and pins him down.

 

BOB: (CONT'D)

WHOA! What the hell. This is Spiritual?

 

JEA: (Deep southern accent)

What'chu lookin' fer in my Sister, mister?

 

BOB:

Who's this now?

 

JEA: (DEEP SOUTHERN ACCENT)

You gettin' smart with me, boy?

 

BOB:

No. I'm not smart at all.

 

JEA: (DEEP SOUTHERN ACCENT)

That's right, boy. You ain't. So, get your head outa yer dick...

 

BOB:

Hey! My head is not in my Dick!

 

JEA snaps out of it.

 

JEA:

Of course your heads not in your dick. 

 

BOB:

Jea?

 

JEA:

Yeah?

 

BOB:

What the hell is going on?

 

she grabs him and puts her face right in front of his.

 

JEA: (DEEP SOUTHERN ACCENT)

I don't know, youngster. What the hell do you think is going on?

 

they sit there for a few seconds. then;

 

JEA: (DEEP SOUTHERN ACCENT)

Now I'm gonna go in the other room and freshen up a little and maybe when I come back, I'll be someone you like.

 

She slowly and menacingly backs out of the room.

 

BOB:

JESUS!

 

He immediately goes into the same fight or flight dilemma when he put out the pillows. This time he starts to quickly pack, unpack and then repack his personal belongings. Jea enters mid-un/pack.

 

JEA:

What's this?

 

BOB:

I was looking for my keys.

 

she walks over and picks the keys up right under BOB's nose.

 

BOB: (CONT'D)

Yep. That's them.

 

JEA:

C'mon, BOB. Somethings up. You've met them, haven't you. (off his look) Damn, you guys! You never let me in on it. I should know these things.

 

JEA: (jersey accent)

Yeah, right. We spare ourselves the humiliation. You're such a shitty liar.

 

JEA:

I am not! (to BOB) I'm so sorry if they did anything to hurt you.

 

BOB:

No. I think I'm okay. Physically, anyway. So you know you have MPD?

 

JEA:

Ooo! "MPD". You make it sound so serious. Have you ever heard of a case of "MPD" where the personalities did something "terrible"?

 

BOB:

Yes.

 

JEA:

I mean, outside of movies.

 

BOB:

Yes.

 

JEA:

Maybe. But that's not the point. The point is; they keep me safe. I'm pretty fucked up.

 

BOB:

No!

 

JEA:

I know. Hard to believe. The fact that they came out so early means that they like you. They feel safe with you.

 

BOB:

But do I feel safe with them?

 

JEA:

Of course you should! Now. Who did you meet?

 

BOB:

Well, they didn't introduce themselves formally but I think I met them all... let's see...

 

JEA:

Oh, you think I only have 7 personalities? I have 21.

 

She suddenly becomes a little girl and a Mother talking to each other

 

JEA: (little girl)

We shouldn't outa tell him so much.

 

JEA: (mother)

It's all right, sweety. Mommas here.

 

She begins stroking her own hair. She does this for a while as BOB watches. After a while.

 

BOB:

Well, Momma, I gotta get going. Thanks for having me.

 

He gets up and starts to pack

 

JEA:

No, wait! BOB, come on. Give me a chance. Now that you know about them, they won't come out so much. I can control them.

 

BOB:

I'm not sure I'm equipped.

 

JEA:

C'mon. There's some of them I think you'll like.

 

BOB:

yeah... like who?

 

JEA:

Like... (she moves seductively to him) Succubus. Who wants nothing more than to...

 

BOB:

Oh, my God! This is too much.

 

JEA:(low british voice)

Oh, come now. Don't such a little bitch! Perhaps he can be of some use to us after all. He could help us find the baby.

 

BOB:

The baby?

 

JEA: (LITTLE GIRL)

Yeah! The baby!!

 

JEA:(LOW BRITISH VOICE)

Silence, Gertrude!

 

BOB:

Look, Jea or Gertrude or whoever the fuck I'm talking to right now, I really like you. Alot, but I don't think I can do whatever it is...

 

JEA grabs him and pins him up against the wall.

 

JEA: (JERSEY ACCENT)

No, you're gonna help us find the baby.

 

BOB jumps to get away from her. She catches him and puts him in a choke hold. As he passes out;

 

JEA: (MOTHER)

Momma's back.

 

blackout. The lights come up to BOB wrapped in cellophane, gagged and lying on the pillows. JEA is pacing and talking on the phone.

 

JEA:

Yes, ma'am. He said it was something that happened in 1992. I see. Okay. Thanks.

 

She hangs up. BOB tries to struggle free and scream.

 

JEA: (DEEP SOUTHERN ACCENT)

Quiet down there, sonny.

 

BOB keeps struggling.

 

JEA: (MOTHER)

It's alright. I'll take care of him.

 

She pulls out a knife and holds it to his throat. She undoes the gag.

 

JEA: (MOTHER)

Now, you won't be making a ruckus will you?

 

BOB:

No.

 

JEA: (MOTHER)

You see BOB, there has to be control in these situations and there are only two ways for this to end and you're the one to make those two things happen. "Be The One" or find the baby.

 

BOB:

What fucking religion are you on?

 

JEA:

It's not religion. It's survival.

 

BOB:

Survival for who?

 

JEA:

Both of us, hopefully. Maybe neither. I need you to survive. You don't need me so it makes it...

 

BOB:

Insane?

 

JEA:

Look, BOB, it's not like I'm "crazy" about you because I Love you so much that I've just got to have you. You're really not that special. You are, however, understanding and non-judgemental and may be the first person I've met that we could all stand being with. We are fully integrated but a bit much for other people to handle and we're lonely.

 

BOB:

Now you sound like your from outer space!

 

JEA:

Don't be so dramatic. I was raised in Missouri. The point is, the only way we walk out of here is arm in arm for the rest of our lives or you find the baby.

 

BOB:

What does that mean, "find the baby"?

 

JEA:

You have to choose one or the other before I can explain.

 

BOB:

Will finding the baby involve death of any kind?

 

 

JEA:

God, I hope not.

 

BOB:

Then tell me how to find the fucking baby.

 

JEA:

The baby is the first of us. When we integrated, she went into hiding and we haven't been able to bring her out.

 

BOB:

How do I do that?

 

JEA: (DEEP SOUTHERN ACCENT)

I dunno. Why don't you think on it awhile.

 

Blackout. Lights back up. It's obviously hours later. BOB is still bound.

 

BOB:

You gotta give me more than that. "She liked rainbows"?

 

JEA:

I don't know what else to tell you.

 

BOB:

Tell me about something big, important that she liked.

 

JEA:

She really liked rainbows. Oh, and unicorns! and gnomes!!

 

BOB:

Okay, great. Now we're getting somewhere. (he starts talking to "the baby") Hey there... what's her name?

 

JEA:

Rolo.

 

BOB:

Rolo?!? (she nods) Hey, Rolo. You want to hear a story? (JEA shakes her head no) Once there was a gnome and a unicorn and they were friends and they lived in a magical land on the other side of the world in another dimension...

 

JEA: (POSSESSED DEMON VOICE)

I AM Rolo! I WILL DESTROY YOU!!

 

 

JEA (back to normal):

Just fuckin' with you. Go ahead.

 

BOB:

Jesus, Jea!! Work with me here!

 

JEA:

I'm sorry but you're not going to get at her with such a pussy assed story.

 

BOB:

Then what?

 

JEA:

All of our personalities were created by a traumatic experience. The baby experienced something at two that forced it to splinter and compartmentalise. Share something traumatic about your own life. Maybe she'll trust you.

 

BOB:

When I was eight I missed going on my first and only cub scout camping trip. That was pretty devistating.

 

JEA:

Why did you miss it?

 

BOB:

I don't really remember. I think I got the mumps or something. I remember my parents bought me this shaved ice machine to smooth things over.

 

JEA:

Sounds like a bribe.

 

BOB:

No, it was...

 

JEA:

You said only trip. Why didn't you go on another one?

 

BOB:

I never went back to the scouts. We moved.

 

JEA:

Why?

 

BOB:

My Dad got a promotion or something... I don't remember.

 

JEA:

What did your Dad do?

 

BOB:

He was a general manager at a shoe store.

 

JEA:

What did he get promoted to?

 

BOB:

That was it.

 

JEA:

Listen, BOB. There's more going on here than you know. I've been looking into you and...

 

BOB:

What do you mean "looking into"?

 

JEA:

I mean investigating. Don't you see? I've been looking into every aspect of your life for the past two months and something happened...

 

BOB:

Who have you talked to?!

 

JEA:

Well, first I had a private investigator dig up the basics and then I started talking to your old school friends, your neighbors and then of course your Mother...

 

BOB:

YOU TALKED TO MY MOTHER?!?!

 

JEA:

Yes, and she wasn't very nice... or helpful. Especially when I asked why you moved when you were eight.

 

BOB:

ARE YOU OUT OF?... well, of course you are.

 

JEA:

Why would missing a camping trip be the most devistating thing in your life?

 

 

BOB:

It wasn't.

 

JEA:

It was the first one that came to mind.

 

BOB:

It was a bad time in my life. Alot was happening.

 

JEA:

Like what?

 

BOB:

Like, I don't know... why are you grilling me like this about a stupid camping trip?!

 

JEA:

I talked to the local newspaper in the town you moved from and they said there was a big scandel involving a some kids in the early 90's...

 

BOB:

BULLSHIT!

 

JEA:

It's not bullshit, BOB and you know it.

 

BOB:

No!

 

JEA:

What was your scout master's name, Bob?

 

BOB:

I don't remember!

 

JEA:

What was his name, BOB?

 

BOB:

You're wrong!!

 

JEA:

His name?

 

JEA: BOB:

Hutchinson. HUTCHINSON!

 

JEA:

... and they said he had done terrible things; ritualistic killings, satanic ceremonies, all kinds of depravity. Were you one of those boys, BOB?

 

BOB has broken down weeping. JEA takes him in her arms and begins to comfort him. She begins slowly removing his bonds.

 

JEA:

It's okay now, BOB. Everythings fine because you see how the mind works. When faced with things it cannot fathom it creates blocks, detours and sometimes complete personalities to protect us. You had nothing to protect you but your hazy memory. I have 21 strong personalities to protect me. The Holy Trinity. Seven times three.

 

BOB:

What are you talking about?

 

JEA:

With the seven deadly sins come seven virtues and seven acts to stay on the good side. Envy, charity and giving all go together as does pride, humility and praise. They all fit together to form a healthy whole. When I find that baby, I'll be whole again.

 

BOB:

But, I didn't find the baby.

 

JEA:

Oh, he's here. I can feel him. Boiling just under the surface, waiting to come out.

 

BOB:

Rolo?

 

JEA:

That's what we called her.

 

BOB is totally free but limp in her arms.

 

JEA:

All we have to do now is say just the right thing, at just the right time.

 

BOB:

Wait... you just said "he's".

 

 

JEA:

What?

 

BOB:

You said "he's here", not "she's here".

 

JEA:

Slip of the tongue. But we all have a little Rolo waiting to come out. A little angry imp, dying to lash out and destroy the thing that hurt it. Desperately fighting to keep the secrets only it should know. Secrets like...

 

JEA takes on the most evil voice yet. Deep and masculine.

 

JEA: (deep voiced man)

You liked that, didn't you BOBby? Tell Mr. H how much you liked it.

 

BOB springs up, grabs the knife and stands over JEA staring down at her.

 

BOB:

HE MADE ME PROMISE! I PROMISED!! I PROMISED!!!

 

BOB stops sobbing. JEA looks up at him.

 

JEA:

There he is.

 

BOB:

What? There who is?

 

JEA:

Rolo... that's what we call it. You call it...

 

BOB:

WRATH!

 

BOB raises the knife.

 

 

BLACKOUT

 

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