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Great upbeat music plays as the audience filters in. A scrim covers the stage. As the house lights go down:
Something like the song âThe Buzzards of Bourbon Streetâ by Gaelic Storm kicks in loud. The curtain rises to reveal Charlie, thirty-five, standing on a chair with an extension cord fashioned as a noose around his neck. He smokes a cigarette.
Weâre in a high-end Long Beach Island, New Jersey beach house. It is the dead of winter. We see snow outside the windows. An unlit fireplace is stage right. On a downbeat of the song, lights are full up and the music changes to sound as though itâs coming from a stereo in the home.
Charlie looks for a place to ash his cigarette, but realizes his reach is limited by the noose. He stretches as far as he can for the ashtray on a nearby counter and tosses it in.
Suddenly, Charlie hears the âbwoop-woop-woopâ of a car alarm being turned on. His eyes register his confusion; âWho the fuck could that be?â
Emma (off stage) All right then, Mr Goldberg; well I just got to the house and Iâll put all the lights on for you and get the heat started so youâll be able to have a look at the place without freezing yourselves . . . great, and you have the directions? All right, see you in a bit.
Charlie wrestles with what to do. Just as he begins to try and loosen the cord from around his neck . . . Emma enters bundled up. She sees Charlie.
Emma Oh my God!
In a scramble to get the noose off of him, Charlie loses his footing on the chair and knocks it over. He begins flailing around, swinging from the noose.
Emma Oh my GOD!!! Oh my GOD!!
Emma runs over and picks up the chair and helps Charlie steer his legs back on to it.
Emma Oh my God! What the fuck is wrong with you?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Charlie Who the fuck are you?!
Emma Who the hell are you and why are you trying to kill yourself in the middle of one of my summer rentals?!
Charlie This is my parentsâ beach house. You have no right to just barge in here without knocking.
Emma Itâs the middle of winter at the beach! No oneâs sposed to be here. Iâm trying to rent the place for your parents! I certainly didnât think anybody was gonna be in here trying to hang themselves! To Riverdance music!
Charlie Iâm not trying to hang myself!
Emma Really?! Just going for a little swing then? Just gonna dangle by your neck for a bit and think things over?
Charlie Would you please just get the fuck out of here?!
Emma No I will not! You know, you might start off with a brief thank you to me for saving your life.
Charlie I didnât ask to be saved. What I want, is some fucking privacy!
Emma Look, I donât wanna be insensitive.
Charlie Try a little harder.
Emma I have no idea whatâs going on with you or what your current situation is. It does seem a bit like you might be trying to hang yourself with an extension cord, but Iâm fully aware that things arenât always what they seem to be: book by its cover . . . tranny in a trouser suit . . . You may very well have been trying to . . . wire up some Christmas lights when you . . . tripped and got all tangled up in that extension cord. But if I donât rent a house for next summer soon, Iâm gonna be fired and theyâre gonna try to send me back to bloody fucking England because I donât have a Green Card or a visa and there arenât too many jobs I can get. Pretty soon Iâll be right up there with you, accidentally hanging myself whilst merely trying to be festive. So would you please do a stranger a tiny kindness before you die and allow me to attempt to rent your parentsâ ridiculously expensive beach house to this nice Jewish couple Miriam and Irving Goldberg. Please, fucker, Iâm begging you.
He stares at her a beat. Lights a cigarette.
Charlie Go ahead.
Emma Thank you.
She sits there. After a beat.
Charlie Well, where are they?
Emma Theyâre not here yet. They said they were on their way. But theyâre old and Jewish; it could be hours. They said they had to first pick up their grandson, Saul. Why Saul needs to come, I have no idea. Personally I think theyâre gonna try and set me up with him. With Saul, a dentist. A dentist who does amateur dramatics. He probably wears Les Mis t-shirts to the gym. Jesus Christ; do you mind if I have a drink?
Before he can answer, she pulls a liquor bottle out of her purse and takes a swig.
Emma Iâm sorry, Iâm being completely insensitive and bloody fucking selfish. I suck at being human; desperation has made me evil. So I apologize . . . New chapter: why were you trying to do yourself in? And why hanging; it seems to be the most aggressive of all methods. Havenât you any pills?
Charlie I have pills.
Emma Really. What have you got?
Charlie Xanax, Valium, Klonopin.
Emma Party, party, party. We could turn this day around for both of us real quick, couldnât we? Iâm just kidding. Well not really; but thatâs irrelevant. Back to you . . . What put you over the edge?
Charlie I really donât wanna talk about it.
Emma Well whatâs the point in being coy about it now? If youâre gonna do it, youâre gonna do it, right? They always say that people who really wanna do themselves in are gonna find a way. (Realizing.) Maybe God sent you me and the Goldbergs for one last shot at talking you out of it. Donât you believe in fate? Iâm sorry whatâs your name?
Charlie Charlie.
Emma Donât you believe in fate, Charlie? Here you are, in an empty beach house, on a deserted island, in the middle of the fucking winter, moments away from ending it all, when in I walk. Does that give you no pause? Maybe God sent me to provide you with some sort of . . . access to the doors of your mind that remain rusted closed.
Beat.
Emma Sorry. I should tell you that I am super stoned right now. So if I say silly nonsense like that, youâre gonna have to forgive me.
Charlie Sure. Look I . . .
Emma You want me to go.
Charlie You seem like youâre a very nice person â
Emma Really?
Charlie No. And I donât wanna be rude . . .
Emma But youâve got things to do . . . Hmmm. You know youâve put me into a smidgen of a moral conundrum here; you do realize that, Charlie. I donât think I can leave.
Charlie And why is that?
Emma I think I may have been sent here to help. You may believe that or not depending on where you stand on God and fate and destiny and all that; itâs none of my business. But I do know that itâs a little bizarre I walked in when I did since I wasnât even gonna show them this house because itâs outside their price range. This morning they called up and asked to see it. Out of the blue. Spooky. A religious person might think God intervened. I donât know what you believ...