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Dirty Story and Other Plays
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Dirty Story
dp n="10" folio="" ?This play is dedicated to Professor Terence Patrick Moran, a tremendous enemy of bullshit.
dp n="11" folio="" ?Production History
Dirty Story was originally produced by the LAByrinth Theater Company (John Ortiz and Philip Seymour Hoffman, Co-Artistic Directors; Oliver Dow, Executive Director; Robin Kramer and John Gould Rubin, Producers; Stephanie Yankwitt, Associate Producer) in New York City, opening on February 18, 2003. It was directed by John Patrick Shanley; the set design was by Michelle Malavet, the lighting design was by Jeremy Morris, the sound design was by Elizabeth Rhodes, the costume design was by Mimi OāDonnell and the stage manager was Mary E. Leach. The cast was as follows:
dp n="12" folio="" ?BRUTUS | David Deblinger |
WANDA | Florencia Lozano |
FRANK | Chris McGarry |
LAWRENCE/WATSON | Michael Puzzo |
Characters
Brutus
Wanda
Frank
Lawrence/Watson
Wanda
Frank
Lawrence/Watson
Place
New York City.
Time
The present.
dp n="13" folio="" ? Act One
Scene 1
Music: Mongo Santamariaās take on āWatermelon Man.ā A park. Two outdoor chess tables. A trash can. A little bench, center. Brutus is drinking coffee, playing a game of chess alone. Across the way, another man, an aging English patrician, Lawrence, also plays chess alone; heās listening to music on a headset. Lawrence raises a sign which reads: FICTION. He lowers it. The music segues into street sounds. Wanda enters. Sheās pulling a six-foot palm tree in a luggage carrier. She approaches Lawrence.
WANDA: Mister Chiappa? Brutus Chiappa?
LAWRENCE: I donāt even want to be here.
WANDA: Iām sure you donāt.
LAWRENCE: I just want to go home.
WANDA: Iām sure you do. But are you . . . (āBrutus Chiappa?ā)
LAWRENCE (Overlapping): Please! I just want to go home to my chair, my dog, and my mother!
WANDA: Youāre not Brutus Chiappa, are you?
LAWRENCE: No.
BRUTUS: Are you Wanda?
dp n="14" folio="" ?WANDA: Yes?
BRUTUS: I think you want me. Iām Brutus.
WANDA: Oh. Hi. Iām Wanda. (To Lawrence) Sorry.
LAWRENCE: I just want to go home. And Iām going to go home in a little bit.
BRUTUS: Never mind him. He has nothing to do with anything.
WANDA: Brutus?
BRUTUS: Yes.
WANDA: Oh, Iām sorry. Thereās no picture on your book jackets.
BRUTUS: Itās not worthy of further explanation.
WANDA: Nice to meet you.
BRUTUS: You have a large plant.
WANDA: Yeah, good buy on Sixth Avenue. Itās all the real estate I can afford. Am I interrupting something?
BRUTUS: Nothing to be done about it.
WANDA: I could come back.
BRUTUS: Thatās ridiculous.
WANDA: I just noticed youāre playing a game of chess.
BRUTUS: Yeah.
WANDA (Indicating Lawrence): He is, too.
BRUTUS: I donāt know that man. We just happen to be sharing a public space.
WANDA: Is it something people do now? Play chess alone? In proximity to other people playing chess alone?
BRUTUS: I donāt know what people do. I can only speak for myself.
I like to play alone.
WANDA: It seems funny. I mean two people who want to play chess so close by each other. Seems silly theyāre not in the same game.
BRUTUS: Simply because two people are physically near each other doesnāt mean they should be friends.
WANDA: Chess isnāt about friendship, itās about combat.
BRUTUS: Even conflict requires common ground. Come on, sit down.
I donāt like to look up at people.
WANDA: Oh, of course. Iām sorry. Thank you. (Sits) I have been deeply affected by your poetry, your essays, your books for a long time now. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
BRUTUS: I donāt mind meeting. Iāll go to meetings. Iām willing to meet with anybody. Have you heard different or something?
dp n="15" folio="7" ?WANDA: No. I just want to acknowledge that itās an act of generosity to
take the time to give a graduate student the benefit of your experience.
BRUTUS (Rummaging in a valise): You seem a little old to be a graduate
student. I was out of graduate school and established in the world by the time I was . . . How old are you?
WANDA: Iām still quite young.
(Brutus pulls a manuscript out of his bag, gets up with his coffee.)
BRUTUS: By the time I was twenty-six. Here. (Hands her the manuscript and heads for the trash can)
WANDA: For some of us, being a student is a lifelong occupation.
BRUTUS: I have a nephew like that. His parents are suicidal. (Throws his coffee lid in the trash)
WANDA: I didnāt mean I donāt work. I pay my way.
BRUTUS: You donāt get a little scholarship money or something?
A little subsidy?
WANDA: Some. Itās based on merit.
BRUTUS: Youāre a tomboy.
WANDA: What?
BRUTUS: All right, all right. I read your . . . What do you call it?
A homily? (Sits on the bench)
WANDA: A novel.
(He pours his coffee into the palm tree. She reacts.)
BRUTUS: It was wretched, it was ignominious, it was a shonda.
I lament that you wrote it. It takes seventeen trees to make one ton of paper. You might think about that the next time you consider writing.
WANDA: Oh, Iām sorry if it wasnāt good.
BRUTUS: It wasnāt good.
WANDA: Could you clarify in what way it wasnāt good?
(He gets up.)
BRUTUS: Donāt you read the paper? Hasnāt anybody told you the news?
dp n="16" folio="8" ?WANDA: What?
BRUTUS: Fiction is dead. (Tosses his empty cup in the trash)
WANDA: You donāt really believe that.
BRUTUS: Fiction is a fabrication. A lie. An unfounded fantasy. Weāre
not interested anymore. We donāt care. We donāt want to suspend our disbelief. Fiction is dead.
WANDA: But then whatās alive?
BRUTUS: Nonfiction.
WANDA: All fiction is dead and all nonfiction without limitation is alive?
BRUTUS: Correct. But all nonfiction is not of interest. One wishes to
be in some sense surprised. The pages should set off a border skirmish. āI knew that but I didnāt know I knew it.ā That kind of thing.
(Brutus wanders over to Lawrenceās game and steals a peek. Lawrence covers his game.)
LAWRENCE: Oh no you donāt!
BRUTUS (Making an answering gesture): Oh yes I do!
(He swings back to his table and seat.)
We want work which is both credible and fantastic. In short, it should smack of accuracy, but fall short or long of agreed-upon truth. Like plausible gossip.
WANDA: Iāve always thought of gossip as a social evil.
BRUTUS: It ho...
Table of contents
- Title Page
- Dirty Story
- Whereās My Money?
- Sailorās Song
- Copyright Page