Scene III of 'Get Gone'

By Christopher Lake
Date: 6 March 2001

Scene III of 'Get Gone'

Scene III INT., June’s apartment. It’s a small efficiency on the edge of the barrio. Few pictures are on the wall. One is a brooding shot of Jim Morrison. Another, looking like it belongs in a child’s room, is of a unicorn. They’re on the bed. June is wearing an oversized t-shirt. June: [holding her head] I wanna die. Red: It’s okay. You workin’ tomorrow night? June: Yeah. I work every day. To afford this shithole. Red: Sucks, I know. That’s my life too. You DON’T wanna see my place. June: Yes I do. Red: Would scar you for life. June: I’m already scarred. [awkward silence] So why aren’t you doin’ anything? Red: Baby, I’m out of it. Alertness matters. June: You’re gay. Red: [sighs] Come on... June: You don’t like my tits. I don’t know why they hired me there. Got the job on sheer charisma alone. Red: You’re good. I don’t like all those guys droolin’ over you. June: ...I suppose my ass helps... Red: Stop it. I’m not gonna fuck ya right now. Maybe later. I told you, I’m in love. Stop trying to cheapen this. That’s my job. June: Love is the worst of the four-letter words. Call me a cunt, but don’t say you love me. You don’t know me. Red: I’ve always known you. I think... June: Don’t get mysterious on me, either. Red: I mean...hell, I’m gonna pass out soon. Every time I drink this much I say never again. I’m sick of the lies. Sick of the lies to myself. June: Yeah, you’re a drunk alright. And you talk too much. [smiles] Red: But you have a soft spot for me. I knew it. [closing his eyes] June: I’m gonna turn the light out. Red: Yeah... [She reaches over and turns off the standing lamp by the bed.] June: How do you sleep in those boots? Red: I don’t...usually... June: Shhhh. [brushes his cheek] You took care of me. I’m not gonna forget that. Let’s not talk about love. At least for a few days. Red: [slurring his words] Ok. Yes. The universe is expanding...I’m going with it...I may not be here in the morning. June: I’ll hold on to you then. Red: Baby...

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