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The Goat; or, Who Is SyMa?

(Notes Toward a Definition of Tragedy)

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5115 IF ROSS
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S IF calling ullstage[ \\ hat time are the’s coming
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ing?
a; i\ otjstagej \ hat?
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sit: ii little smile; ii sloit
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...
they
a sot i\ \\ho? [Recalhiiig ( )h Oh [Looks at uutc
li. Soon; er soon. \Vhv
can’t I re n emher a nvt hi ng?
S It [inisliizgfloitersj
\hv c;tnt V0LI remember?
sR I i\ :\n tiling: nothing: can’t remember
a thing. [his morning—so
Lir —-1 cotildnt remember where I’d
put the new head fr the rn/or: I
cooldnt recall Rosss sons name—s
till can’t: tss o cards in my jacket mak
no sense to me whatever, and I’m not e
sore I knoss svhv I came in here,
sii fodd.
‘1 RTI ‘ What?
‘sit: Ross’s son is called lodd.
SLI I I\ [slaps Ins forelie’ai
l 1 Right \Vhv the floss ers?
Ii (1 brighten
till the corner
a \RTI\ ,, w here ou arc’ Where I am?
a here von
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ras happ.
\\ hat are tiies?
\IL Cameras?
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tle for )our forgetful nose.
2 MARTIN
STEVIE They’re secretive; probably too sub going! Taste next!
IARTIN [shakes his hea
d, mock concern] Een sense
!
Touch; hearing. Hah! Hearing
STEVIE Wh at?
)() MARTIN What?
find it?
STEVIE And to think you’re only fift. Did you
MARTIN What?
The new head for the razor.
STEVIE
next—the whole thing.
MARTiN Right! A new head! I’ll need that
remember Todd’s name?
n STEVIE Why did you want to be forgetting it. and when Ros
s
MARTIN ‘Vell, to begin with, I shouldn’t how’s you
l I can’t say “He’s fine;
...

shows up and he asks about BiI


know ...your son
STE VIE Todd.
4i MAR TIN Todd. “How’s old Todd?”
STEVIE \hung Todd.
Yes. It’s the little slips. fee?
MARTIN
going to offer them stuff? Cof
STEVIE I wouldn’t worry about it. Are von
Beer? ns anthing?
4 MARTIN [preoccupied] Probably. Do von think it mea
STEIE I dont knos what “it” is.
That I can’t remember anything. ld
MARTIN
not : you have too much to
remember, that’s all. ou cou
Pro bab ly
STEVIE
if von can remember our doc
tor’s name.
go in for a checkup . . .

o MARTIN mailing it] Percy!


STFVIE Right! has a doctor nam(’d
MARTIN [to himself] Who could forget that? Nobod
Percy. [To STFVIL] What’s the matter ssith me?
STE VIE \ou’re fifty.
No; more than that.
cs MARTIN
everything going right is a sure
The old foreboding? The sense that that?
ng, of’ all the auful to come? All
STE IE
sign that everything’s going wro her e?
MARTiN [rueful] Probabk \Vh did I come in
I heard you in the hall: I called V0U
.
STEVIE
(i MARTIN Aba.
STEVI C What’s my name?
NI.AllfI\ Pardon?
SII’IE Vt ho am I? Vt ho am I? im>ther of m handsome and
MARrIN [ac’f ed] You’re the lose of rn life, the tless ashcr. Do on?
k, iri bot
orrisome SoR. rn pla mate, ni coo
.

511 sIt Vt hat?


NI ARTI N Vsash rn bottles? bottles.
\ot as a habit, I rna
haye—w ished one of our
SILVIF [puzzles ii]
I)o you have bottles?
-u Ni SHuN Evers one has bottles.
SF15 it Right. But hat’s m iimiic
um I Lii Stevie?
IN [pretL’lztlilig cmifiis
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S HA IF Good. \i1l this be a long
one
\I R UN A long hat?
STEVIE Interview.
M\RTIN The usual. I guess. Ross sai
a catch-up. d it wasnt going to be a
feature—sort of
STEIE On your Fiftieth.
MRTI’ [nods] on my fiftieth. I wonder if
going? if! can remember I should tell him that
. m minds
STEIE [laughs; hug
s him behind] Your mind’s not
from
IsRrIN M what? going.
sTE’IE Your mind, darling; it’s not
MARTIN [serious]
going. anywhere.
. .

Am I too oung for 3 Aizheimer’s?


SFEUE Probabhc isn’t it nice to
be too young for something
MARTIN [mind els
ewhere] Urn-hum. ?
S[EVIE Thejoke is, if you can rem
ember what it’s called
MARTIN Have what? ou don’t have it.
SEVJE Au.
[The} both laugh; he kisses
her forehead.]
o Oh, you know how to tur
n a girl on! Forehead kis
have you been? ses! [Sniffs him.] Where
IARTtN [releases
her; preoccupied] What tim
STEVIE Soon, you said; very soon. e are they coming?
MARTIN I did? Good.
is STEVIE Did you find it?
MARTIN What?
STEVIE The head for your razor.
MRTTN No; it’s around somewher
But these! Now these! Wh e. [Fishes in a pocket,
at the hell are these!? “B
brings out cards.]
a Basic Services, Limited?? asic Services, Limited.”
Limited to what!? [Th
Atherton.” [Shrugs.] Cla e other card] “Clarissa
rissaAtherton? No num
Clarissa Atherton? ber, no. internet thing?
. .

STE IE Basic services? Ciarissa


Atherton, basic services?
MARTIN Hm? Every time someon
posed to give them one e gives me one of these,
back, and I don’t have the I know I’m sup
SIEVIE I’ve told you to have the m. it’s embarrassing.
m made cards.
MARTIN I don’t want to. . . .

srevw Then don’t. Who


is she?
MARTIN Who?
srvi ClarjssaAtherton,
basic services. Does she
MARTIN I don’t know. [Afterthoug smell funny?
know. Where were we ht] I don’t know who she
this week? is, as far as I
STEVIE [overly cas
ual; stretches] Oh, it doe
ing this Atherton woman, sn’t matter, sweetie. If
this dominatrix you’re see
SIARTIN Hos could I be seeing her
. . .
who smells funny
. . .

card. Dorninatrix!? —whoever she is? There


’s nothing on the
STESIE Why not?
IR FIN Maybe you know things I
don’t.
IEIE \laybe.

Though lzeimers disea%


e is a dementia that usu
ally deselops after age 65,
it can occur earlier.
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511 511 It esens Out.


SI 511 I I\ \es. Do I look OI?
su sit For the Vs ? es.
si swrus \es. [ lurniizgl Realk?
SfL\ IL I said: es; fine. [Indicates.] I he old prep school tie?
StAR H\ [genuine, as he looks] Is it? Oh, eah; so it is.
Sit ‘ii [not letting him hai e it] ‘so one puts on their prep school tie b art
dent. ‘so one.
si sRi i’ [considers] What if ou can’t remember that’s what it is?
o sit vii ‘so one!! If’ von do get Aliheimer’s, and ou get to the stage you dont
know w ho I am, who Bilb is, ss’ho on are, for that matter
S1\Rii\ Bilk?
sit sit [langlisl Stop it! When you get to the point von can’t remember an
thing, someone will hand von that [indicates his tiel and ou Ii look at it arid
on ‘II say [terrible i intation ojaged man] “Ahhhhh! y prep school tie! \ Is
prep school tie!”
I’he chuckle; the doorbell rings/chimes.
i snii Ah! Doom time!
SILVIL [quite m;iatterofjacij If you are seeing that woman. I think we’d hci
ter talk about it.
40 si sli I r% [stops. Long pause: mnatter—ol—Jact [ If! were we u ould.
Sit s ii. [as ofiliamul as possible] If not the dlominatri\, then some blonde hilt
sour age, some ..,c hippie, as the used to call them
Si SRTI’ or, w orst of all, someone just like OU? s bright: as resourceful:
as intrepid: merck new?
4 Si tAIL [warm smile; shake of head[ tu win ‘em all, don’t ow
Si sti ii [same smile] Enough.
[Door again. lime nert several speeches are done in a greatls exaggcnh! d
4 plam manner: L nglish accents, lambm ant gc’st ures
\‘oël C ou’ard
sn sir Something’s going on, isn’t it!?
si sum i’ es! I’s e fallen in lose!
51 15 ii I knew it!
so si sn i vs HopeIessl
5110. ii I knew it!
si sli ii I fought against it!
si rs n Oh, you poor darling!
si so vs I ought hard!
ii I suppose votid better tell me!
so vs I can’t! I cant!
smisn 1cM me! Id 1 me!
\l SR I vs 11cr name is S Is ia!
sit sit Slsia \\ ho is Sslsia?
SI SI! I vs She’s a goat: S\ Is ia is a goat! I \cting mmmimlimier dropped; noruwl t
null serious, flat] S he’s a goat
,

sit ii long pause; she stares, jiIiill smiles (iggles lmor les, nun e ton am ill
hall; normal tone ‘oti’re too much!
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M R ON I am? [Shrugs; to himself. [ ou tn to tell


W’ hat do the do? They laugh at them: ou tr to be honest.
ou. [Imitation] “‘Iu’re too much!
[Thinks about it,] 1 SUOSC I am.
ROSS hey hones.
‘,FEVIE Iii Ross.
[noss enters with STEIE.]
ROSS Hello there, old man!
MARTIN I’m fift!
ROSS It’s a term of endearment. Nice flosers,
MARTIN It is?
oss What? What is?
MARtIN “Hello there, old man.’ flanunculi.
ROSS Pardon?
1EVIE The proper plural of ranunculus—the
flowers, according to old Martin
here.
MARTIN Some say ranunculuses, but that sou
nds wrong, even though it’s
probably perfectly acceptable.
Ross [not interested] ha! Lets mov
e that chair over to the whatever
they are. . the flowers. [To MARTIN] Are you hap . . .

py in that chair?
.

51 RrIN Am I happy in it? I don’t even know


if I’ve ever sat in it. [To STEVIE]
Have I? Have I ever sat in it?
SIESIE You just did, and you sat in it the last
time Ross did the program with
ou.
ROSS That’s right!
51M1TIN Yes . but was I happy? Did I sit there and
.
did contentment bathe
.

me in its warm light?


ROSS iu got me, fella.
STEvIE Yes; contentment fell; you sat there
and I watched it bathe you in its
warm light. I’ve got to go.
MARTIN Where are you going?
TEVIE [no information]
Out.
SIABTIN Are we in tonight?
TEVIE Yes. I think Billy’s going out.
ARTIN Naturally!
TEVIE ‘We’re in. [Glee] TV time! I’m gett
ing my hair done, and then I
thought I’d stop by the feed store.
[Exits, giggling.]
toss By what? She’s going to stop
by what?
IARTIN [staring after her]
Nothing; nowhere. [Th noss] No crew
oss Just me this time—the old han ?
dheld. [Indicates camera,] You read
the chair? y for
IARIN [singsong] Ha, ha. [Suddenl remembering] [low
oss ‘Old Todd?” ’s old Todd!?
RTIN u know: old Todd!
OSS You mean my baby son sho just last
seek it seems I dandled on my
knee? That old Todd?
I1TIN Los clv ord—dandled. ‘is: that old
Todd.
)ss Who I cannot accept has
ing become eighteen?
\RTIN Whom.
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Class got together and soss ed that we woLild all have only one Lid each
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tOSS Passing phase. I lase ou had the old serious tall
in si sttiis 1 he “ou’il get oser it once otl meet tile right girl” beeture \ah,
I’m too smart for that, so’s he, so’s Bulls. I told him to he sure. Sass 1(25
sure: loses it, he sass.
Itoss \\ell, of course he loses it: l1ts getting laid, for (od’s saLe! toil
\ orrv ahout him.

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noss Stevie is your wife.


300 MARTIN I know that.
noss Flow did it make ou feel?
MARTiN Ste ie being m wife?
ness No: the Prize.
MARTIN Vè1l, it was. gratifying—not bein
it—the Prize.
. .
g naked, but., hearing
.
about
noss [exuberant] Weren’t YOU ... thunderstruck!?
MARliN Well, no: they’d hinted at it—the Prize
ROSS [heavily prompting
, I mean, and
] But it was pretty wonderful, wasn
MARTIN [understanding what ’t it?
to sai.] Yes; yes it vas pretty
uo prett wonderful. wonderful—is
ness Tell us about The World City.
MARTIN Well, you just did: two hundred billio
fields of Kansas. or whatever. n dollars, and all, the wheat
ROSS What an honor! What a duo of hono
n rs! You’re at the.. .pinnacle of
your success, Martin
MARTIN [considers that]
You mean it’s all downhill from here?
ness CUT! CUT!
[Calnera down. To MARTIN.]
What’s the matter with you!?
MARTIN Sorry?
320 ROSS I can’t shoot that! You were a million
miles away!!
MARTIN [considering]
That far.
ROSS You want to try again?
MARTIN Try what?
ness The taping! The program!
325 MARTIN [as if seein
g the camera for the first time] Oooooh
RO5S We’re taping! .
MARTIN [unJiapp] s; I know.
ROSS [niceli concerned]
Something the matter?
MARTIN I think So. Yes: probably.
3.30 ROSS Do you want to talk about it, as they
sax?
MARTIN About what?
ROSS About what’s the matter.
MARlIN [concerned]
Why? \\‘hat’s the matter?
Ross You said something was the
matter, thai you think somethings the
matter.
MARTIN [far awa11 Oh.
ROSS Forty years, Martin: we’ve know
n each other forty ,ears—Slflce WC
sere ten.
MARTIN [tning to wzderstaizd] es. 1 hat gies ou something? Rights. or
something?
ROSS i’m sour oldest friend.
A1ARTIN No: m aesthetics professor at college: I still see him; he s a lot
older than ‘ou; be’s m er ninet.
Ross [so patientj Your longest friend:
the person oue known the longest.
MARTIN No: nw Aunt Sarah: she’s know
n me
ROSS [tning to sta patient]
She’s not a friend!
AlAlUIN [deep. quiet surprise
Oh?
Ill COAl. S( I SF I IS/S

ROSS [close to gii lug up] \o; shesa relatix C: relatises are not friends!
SRITN Oh, noss
Ross \re not the same as friends. Jesus!
su in Aba! \es: well, you’re right. l’s e known you longer as a friend than
anyone, [ fln pause I W hy is that reles ant?
uoss Because youre troubled, and I thought that as your oldest friend I
might he able to
su i i’ I am? Is that true?
ROSS tu said that something ss as the matter!
UI FIN [not remembering] I did, hunh?
uoss Why are you so ? [Can’t find the ttord,]
. . .

ST SR TIN Are you still shooting? \re you still on?


noss [heav sigh] o. Well try to do it at the studio later. Sorrs.
SIUUIN Can I get up now?
Ross If you want to; if you’re not happy.
MARTIN Why are you talking to me like I was a child?
noss Because you’re acting like one.
u MARTIN [innocent] I am?
TIOSS Probably the most important week of your life
si SRFIN [impressed, if uninvolved] Really!
Ross and you act like you dont know whether you’re coming or going,
. . .

like you don’t know where you are.


ST SR TIN[self-absorbed, almost to himself] Maybe it’s . . lose or something.
.

BOSS Maybe ss hat is?


MSRIIN Like a child.
ROSS [bingo!] oure basing an affair!
\ISRITN SIIIIFIFIFIFIHH! I mean, Jesus!
oss [shrugs] It’s OK; he’s not having an affair.
MSRIIN Jesus! Too bad you didn’t bring the crew; they’d love this.
ROSS [cool] They know their business.
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aoss And. ..?


oo MARTIN ren’t you guys friendly anymore?
ROSS They know their business. What do you want me to do—base them
oser for dinner? Have esers cresv oser for dinner?
U SRTIN [puzzled] \o, I guess not. [fterthoitght] W by not?
ROSS Flm?
ss siSRTIN Why not base them oser for dinner?
ROSS Oh, for God’s sake. Martin!
U SR TIN [hands up, defensirel] OK! OK! Jesus!
Ross It’s just that. it’s just that I don’t.
. . mix with.
. .

U SR II’S [joiful] The help?! “ou dont mix ss ith the help!?
ROSS W hat is wrong ss ith you today!? That’s not what I meant, and you
knott it.
U SR TIN [half—serious, half—joking] ‘ou’re a snob! I guess l’s e alss ax s known
that. I—or all your Ieft-ss ing, proletarian background, y oure a snob: v orst
kind.
ROSS [a pleti; a u arnitig] We’re best friends, remember?
U SR II’S leaning .

ROSS We like each other,


\5 -\ RI L

I so, that iI.H ()hhhhhhhh!


0155 \ lore than Jn\ one.
4I51itt\ Iibicl.} ()hhhhh! ( isiclt’rs it. fliht: us. \\ ho cisc ran
cranL wit
BOSS Stev ie
SISBtt.\ \a know. Stesie duesni tak too sIc 11 to uraicL ,n\nu,rc’. II
developed a flaw, its that. 1)on’t l)e so rinks, \latt in.” ..

noss Pits,
ri’I,e cc oe,itltvl clon’Il lion’.
Si SBJ1\ shrugs \\ell ou know.
...

BOSS So (iti Ft iii love.


N1AIt lirs Vt jth Stevie Sure! ‘Rs ent —two years now.
BOSS No, I mean ‘‘ill love. licks—lack! I luinptv—doodle!
tsB Ji\ Vt hat on earth are soti tculling ahotit! ‘IJumpt—tIoodlt’!:
BOSS ‘nti sajd OLi 55 err in love---—outside ol Stus te, as I read
it.
Nt5B1B\ genuinel Really? I don’t rememher.
BOSS Iimpafk’oi sigh; cIlirtcpI I () k! [hat does it
•..

NtBi i [115 BOSS gcliliei’% ?lJl stnfl; Ii’iic’ iiifloci’Jfl’c’j \here are otI coing
os Boss [staring iiini clou’cz} I’m gathering my things and I’m taking Ills
wing ...sv hat was it?
NI SB FF5 Uh proletarian.
BOSS proletarian sell’ ocitta hei e.
NI Sill l’s “Rut, w h!” as the
.c.a BOSS I mok, I came here to l’ueking interview von
N[\Bil \ I lie.
Boss lo hoost oiir ego even more than
sin ri’s I has e no ego.
Boss Bullshit! Even more than where it is already and son lurk that op.
t.snti’ Fine. \ou sa\ luck a lot.
BOSS \ ni say fine a hIt
lie laughs; so does srsBi IS.
st sn it’s Words heginn lug with I
BOSS [snuiles[ ‘teah. l ccuse} “o: It’ll me Ihont it.
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BOSS tcs; vol do.
H SI Slit’s that I ian,
. .

riss I r.
Si siHi’s ni/I siIiI/ )iiFC pr’rscsteIct.
noss Best friend,
Hi sici’s ijie In ia/k. ii
I test I riend
St silt l’s /i’zisii’atc’d esj,lnsioic k Ol\!! I leo c. slii sigh; Io;i p..
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ISlE GO\l. Set NE

[Pause.]
RoSS Are you telling me about it?
MARlIN I’m starting to or maybe Fm beginning to start.
.

Isoss Oh; oK.


SIRIIN As I said, it never occurred to me that anything like this would
come up. ‘Cause we’ve ahays been good together—good in bed, good out;
akvavs honest. always considerate. I’ve not been unfaithful our whole
. . .

marriage; I want you to know this; neser phsically untrue, as they say.
ROSS That’s amazing. It’s wonderful, but wow! . .

M RTIN Yes: wow Oh, i’ve been groped in the kitchen b a cutie or two, late,
a partw once or twice, and I’ve had my hand a couple of places a couple of
times, but I’ve never done anything. u follow.
. .

ROSS \ès: I follow.


MARTIN It never seemed well, necessarv either to be able to do a com
. . .

parison, or. even for its OWO sake. I never needed it, I guess. Do you re
.

member that time, that college reunion weekend you and I decided to call
that service they’d told us about the gang had told us about?
. . .

noss [rueful laugh] The Ladies Aid Society?


MARTIN Yeah, and you called them, and...
noss . . and we had a couple of bimbos over.
.

MARTIN Bimbi.
ROSS Yes? [Broad] Ohhhhh, I remember.
MARTIN .and you were married already, and Stevie and I were dating.
. .

or going together.
Ross . or whatever.
.

MARTIN Yes.
Ross [trTing to recall] W/hat were their names?
MARTIN Mine was Alice.
noss Big girl.
5IRTIN Large Alice.
9
uoss Right! \line was Trud or Trixie, or
MRTIN April.
ROSS Yes? April?
S MARTIN Yes; April.
noss [interior] Oh. shit; April’s called April.
MARTIN [registering it] Yes; she is.
ROSS Shit. [Pause; recovers.] And we had them up to our room—two beds.
two hookers.
o MARTIN Just like when we roomed together.
ROSS A kind of reunion for the reunion.
TRTIN \es. I guess so. And do you remember what happened?
ROSS I don’t know. What happened?
I5RTIN I couldn’t do it? Couldn’t perform?
S ROSS [recalls] Oh. yeah. tbu’d never had that problem when se were under-
grads! I’d be pumping away, you pumping away in the next bed.
M•\RTIN I hadn’t met Stevie.
ROSS [soberer] Right.
MARTIN That night at the reunion with large Alice

9. \n alltI%ion to Tin 1ice l 964 i. klbec s oo n pLo.


ROSS iou were going with Stale...
M4RflN Right.
Ross I remember.
MARTIN I don’t know why I ever thought I wanted to. you know. . .

Ross No. Right.


i MARTIN I was already in love with Stevie and I didn’t know how much.
ROSS [a little deriding] Amazing theory: the heart rules the dick. I alwa)s
thought that the dick was driven by...
MARTIN Don’t be cynical.
ROSS Oh, a new part of my left-wing.. what? .

%L4RTJN Proletarian.
noss Yes. My left-wing. proletarian, snobbish, cynical self.
MARTIN Right, and not na
[They both smile.]
You do see, don’t you? In love with Stale, she owns every part of me. Loot.
when I’m traveling, and Stale’s here, and I get itchy...
a5 ROSS You give yourself a handjob and you think about Stale—about you
and Stevie.
MARTIN [shy] Yes.
ROSS [shakes his head; noncommittal] Wonderful.
MARTIN I didn’t catch your tone.
to ROSS There wasn’t.any. Go on; how did you Luck It up?
MARTIN [truly confined] What? Puck what up?
Ross Are you playing games?
MARlIN No. Puck zi’hai up?
ROSS [serious] Your life, apparently—you and Stale. How’d you fueL it up?
a MARTIN I pause] Oh. [Pause 1 That.
ROSS [impatient] Getting an answer out of you...
MARTIN OK! OK! As I told you. I’ve nevc’r been unfaithful, never Iwedell
It never...
. . .

ROSS ièah, yeah; right. You told me.


zo MARTIN Andthen...oneday...
[Stops.l
ROSS Iafter a silence] Yeah!?
ann And then one day.
(Sa;s nothing snore.
noss I long pause] That’s it!?
IAIfllN (goes ahead! And then one dii> ant’ day
. . . well, I nais hinist”
. . .

: hunting—barn-hunting, actually. Stale and I had decided it ias ti”: I”


hate a real country place—a farm. ma>bc—’e desened it. So. I fla’. tu the
car about skIs miles out from the citt Sta it’ couldn’t canie it ith me.
ROSS Beyond the suburbs.
IAIfl n in: beyond the subLlrbs. Fannw aroLlnd it. small farms. And I f.,tlI1Ll
a wonderlul place, a itonderful old farmhouse. and a lot of land.
noss The old back li%ent.l or whatever it is.

I. Tb,,, is, the hack fon. a phrase rckrrlng to ant—fourth of a quarter section of land t41) .wft”
a sectk.a Is one square mile).
III () S I NI IS

so i Bight! W hates er. \nd I railed Ste ie, and told her she had to see it,
and I d put ii hold (ill it til she r ould see it. \Ild Ste ie “as. well. “

i,ii I1l she s,id. nit I said \\ ait! \nd the real estate gti was OK with that
br a w hue. \nd I w as dris ing out of thr tow 1 back to the highss as. nid I
stopped it the to{) of ii iii.
,OSS C rest.
I situ N Right \nd I stopped and the ie\\ ss as elI, not spectar olar,
but wonderful. I ,dl, ou know?, with iea’ s turning and the town be
low nie ,od gi eat seuddmg clouds and those eountrs siliells,
oss ( ow shit, and au that.
I sit I IN l)rol(l oiuntrt )‘uroll \ew -mow 11 has, felia! the smell a eountr:
the snlei I a apples! \orooul tone iiga ii] I he roadside sta nds, with corn and
other stuff piled high. and baskets full of other things—heans and toma
toes and those great 55 bite peaches oii oill get late Si] miiier
OSS [brood I he w hole t Iii ng: right.
sit ii N [shakes his head Oh, ou cit bo s! And from up there I could trace
tile roads out toward tile farm, and it gase me a kind of’ shier.
‘oss I he ludicrous often does.
I Sit tIN nwa
05% ‘SnSwIo,.
a SRI IN \ui’w a. it w itS pretty wonderful. \nd 1 was getting back in the car.
about to get hack inthe car, all rit loot—s egetables and St nfl’ ...[( luinge
oh tone to cjtuiet u onder[ and it was then that I saw her. Sees it.! Just
just looking at me.
‘oss Daiw \lae! Blonde hair to her shoulders, big tits in the calico blouse,
hare midriff, blonde down at the nas el, piece a straw in her teeth
so ii N gentle, admonishing smile [ ‘iou dont understand.
oss \o? ‘so blonde hair? ‘so tits?
I sisi i ‘so. \nd there she was, looking at me with those e es.
‘os \nd it was li) e.
I sit ii N ‘iou don’t understand.
os’ \o It uasiz lo e?
I SOIlS ‘so. ‘tes: ses, it was lose, but I didiit know it right then. [To hinselfj
flow could I?
oss Right then it was good old lust, eh? Dick starting to get big in ‘,our
pants
I sons [sail ‘iou doiit understand. [Pause[ I didn’t know what it was—s’ hat
I was feeling. It was ...it wasnt like anthing I’d felt bef’ore; it was
so. . ama/ing, so
. straorcl mars! I here she was, just looking at me,
with those m es of hers, and
Oss [1 mpatieiitj Vt eli, did oui talk to her?
I n i ‘s [incredulous laugh] Did I u hat!?
toss Did \ ou tall, to her!?
I suit us considers it] I lunh! \es: es, I did. I went up to her, to w here she
as. and I spoke to her, md she ame tow ard me and ...and those ekes,
and I tour lied her face, and ...F bu’upt 1 dont w ant to talk about it: I
(‘lilt talk .:ihoiit it.
oss \ll right: let me help ou. ‘toure seeing her.
sRi; N sad Ltu:glu ‘test oh. cs: liii seeing 11cr.
ROSS hu’re having an affair with her.
MARTIN [confused] A what? Having a what!?
ROSS [hard] toure screwing her.
MARTIN [sudden vision of it] s; yes; lm screwing her. Oh, Jesus!
noss [softer] And you’re in love.
MARTIN That’s it, von see.
ROSS What is? What do I see?
MARTIN I am seeing her; I am having an affair, I guess. No! Thats not . . .

the right word. I am [winces] screwing her, as you put it—all of shieh
. . .

is . beyond even
. .
yes, I’m doing all that.
. . .

noss [prompting] and you’re in love with her.


. . .

MARTIN [begins to cry] Yes! Yes! I am! I’m in love with her. Oh, Jesus! Oh,
Sylvia! Oh, Sylvia!
ROSS [after a respectful pausel I almost dare not ask this, but
Sylvia? who is ...

MARTIN 1 can’t tell you!


ROSS Who else but me? \bu can’t tell Stevie, it would
MARTIN NO!!
ROSS Then, who is she? Who is Sylvia?
[MARTIN pauses; goes to wallet, brings
out photo, looks at ii, hesitates.
then hands it to BOSS, not looking as he does so. ROSS takes
photo, looks
at it, double—takes, begins a huge
guffau u’hich becomes coughing.]
MARTIN [shy] Don’t laugh. Please; don’t laugh.
ROSS [staring at photo; straightforward] This is Sylvia.
MARTIN [nods] Yes.
ROSS I pinning it down] This is Sylvia ho you’re fucking.
MARTIN [winces] Don’t say that. [It just comes out.] Whom.
ROSS with whom you’re having an affair.
. . .

MARTIN [soft; nodding] Yes. [Pause] Yes.


ROSS How long now?
MAWrIN [soft] Six months.
ROSS Jesus. u have to tell Stevie.
MARTIN I can’t! I couldn’t do that!
ROSS You have to and if you don’t, I will.
. . .

MARTIN [begging] No! Ross! Please!


BOSS geIzItine] \urc in very serious trouble.
MARTIN [pause; little boy] I am?
ROSS [quiet; shaking his head as he looks
at the photo] ‘iou sure are, buddy;
you sure are.
MARTIN But, Ross, you don’t under
ROSS [huge] THIS IS A GOAT! YOU’RE HAVING AN AFE\lR WI I H A
GOAT! YOU’RE FUCKINGA GOAT!
MARTIN [long pause; factualj .es.

Cu nt iii,.
1 HF GO[, SCF’E 2 I 581

Scene 2
[The living room; a da later. MARTIN, STEVIE, and BILLY;
SIEVIEholding a letter.]
HILLY [to MARTIN] \u’re doing it hat?! You’re fucking a goat?!
MARTIN [indicating sTEVIE, who is at windou facing out] Billy! Please!
BILLY Jesus Christ!
MARTIN Don’t swear.
BILLY [scoffing laugh] Don’t what?!
MARTIN Don’t swear; you’re too young.
BILLY [considers a moment, then] FUCK THAfl!
MARTIN Billy! Your mother!
BILLY [scoffing laugh] You’re fucking a fucking goat and you tell me not to
swear?!
MARTIN You kno your own sex life leaves a little to
STEVIE [still at window; ice] All right, you two!
BILLY [to MARTIN] At least what I do is with persons!
. . .

STEVIE [turning into the room] I said, all right, you two!
BILLY Goat fucker!
MARTIN Fucking faggot!
SEVIE I said, all right!
[A silence.]
BILLY [to MARTIN; soft, hurt] Fucking faggot? You called me a fucking faggot?!
MARTIN [gentle; to BILLY] I’m. . I’m sorry
.

STEVIE [even] Your fathers sorry Billy.


MARTIN I’m sorry [To get rid of the whole subject] You’re gay, and that’s fine,
and I don’t give a shit what you put where. [Thinks about it.] I don’t care
one way or the other is what I mean.
BILLY Yeah! Sure!
STEVIE [cool] I said your father’s sorry for calling you a fucking faggot because
he’s not that kind of man. He’s a decent, liberal, right-thinking, talented,
famous, gentle man [hard] who right now would appear to be fucking a goat;
and I would like to talk about that, if you don’t mind. Or. even if you do.
. .

BILLY [nice] Sure, Mom; I’m sorry; you go right ahead.


MARTIN [sighs] Oh, dear.
STEVIE [objective] Iet’s review Ross’s letter, shall we? [Waves it.]
MARTIN [hurt and enraged] How could he!! How could he do such a thing?!
STEVIE [ice] How could he—best friend to both of us, a man you would trust
with your wife—no?.
MARTIN . .sure; sure
.

STEVIE How could Ross write me this letter? [Waves it again.]


MARTIN YES!!
STEVIE [composed; cool; quoting] ‘. . because I love you, Stevie, as much as
.

I love Martin, because I love you both—respect you, love you—I can’t stay
silent at a time of crisis for you both, for Martin’s public image, and your
own deeply deioted.
MARTIN BUFLSHIT!
SUFYIE Yes?
M YRTIN Yes!
1582 [DW.RD 4.LB[1

STEVIL So; anyhow; let’s not pretend he never wrote the letter;
tend I didn’t get it in the mail toda—nice that: no electro let’s not pr&
nic nonsense—
and let us not pretend that I did not read it.
MARTIN No; no, of course not.
STE VIE And let us not pretend that Ross does not tell me that
you are haiing
so an affair with [looks] how does he put it?
...
“an affair with a certain
. . .

Sylvia who, I am mortified to tell you He does get fiowerv doesnt he!
. . .“

MARTIN Yes; es, he does.


STEVIE “I am mortified to tell you is a goat.”
BILLY Jesus!
ss STEVTE and MARTIN ‘Will you be still!!?
BILLY [dramaticall) cowering] Hey! Sure! Jesus!
STEVIE [back to business; quoting again]
“You will, of course, be shocked and
greatly distressed No kidding! Uh shocked and greatly distressed to
know of this, but I felt it my obligation to be the one to bear
these tidings...”
MARTIN [some disbelief] Tidings?
STEVIE Yes; “tidings.”
MARTIN Jesus! Of comfort and jo ?2
STEVIE “. as I’m sure youd rather hear it all from a dear friend.
. ,

As . .“
opposed to what! The 5 ASPCA?!
os MARTIN [woe] Oh, God; oh, God.
STEVIE “Doubtless, Martin Doubtless? . . .“

MARTIN Probably.
STEVIE “. doubtless Martin will tell you all I have not, all I cannot.” [To
. .

MARTIN] What are friends for, eh?


BILLY [realli sad] Oh, Dad!
MARTIN Poor Dad?
4
BILLY What?
MARTIN Nothing.
STEVIE [level] So, now you will tell me all that Ross has not, cannot. After
s you tell me what friends are for, of course
.
MARTIN Oh. Stevie . .

[Starts to move to her.]


STEVIE [abrupt; cold] Stay away from me; stay there, You smell of goat you
smell of shit, ou smell of all I cannot imagine being able to smell. Sta!
an’a from me!
so MARTIN [arms wide; hopeless] I love you!
BiLLY Lsofrl3] Jesus.
srtsiL You love me. Let’s see if I understand the phrase. You love me
MARTIN
STEVII But i’m a human being: I base only two breasts: I salk upright: I give
ss milk only on special occasions; I use the toilet. [I3egins to Cl)] lou lose fl’°
I don’t understand.
MARiIN [more hopeless] Oh. God!
ST ES IL How can you lose me when you los e so much less?
2. n a osion IC) the ref r.on of a I rad boa of ( rocIt to n I ma Is.
E ftristnnts carol, Cod Rest e \Ierr (,cntle-
4. \n allusion to Oh Dad, Poor Dad Mamm’
men’ tidings of comfort and jos “.
hiui lou io thu ( tact 00d I I cellO s.. s,
t. I he merk an SI iet for the Pre rn
t too 1 960), a plas hs rt ho r 1 hop’
.
lilt GOAT. SCE\F 2 ii83

MARTIN [even more hopeless] Oh, God.


BILLY Flicking a goat?!
MARTIN [to BILLY; sharp] That does it! Out!
BILLY [to STEVIE; arms wide] What did I say? I said he was
MARTIN Enough!
BILLY For Christ’s sake, I
90 MARTIN Go to your room!
STEVIE [almost laughing] Oh, really, Martin!
BILLY [incredulous] Go to my room?!
MARTIN Go to your room!
BILLY ‘vVhat am I—eight, or something? Go to my room?
STEVIE You’d better go, Bilk. If you stay you might learn something.
MARTIN [to STEVIE] Nicely put.
STEVIE [coldly] Thanks.
BILLY [to STEVIE] \bu want me to leave you here with this . .this
.

pervert?!
wo STEVIE [to help] just go to your room, Billy, or go outside, or
MARTIN r go to one of your public urinals, or one of those death clubs,
or
BILLY KNOCK IT OFF!!
MARTIN [impressed] Wow!
Ito BILLY [sneering] You seem to know a lot about all that.
MARTiN [not defensive] I read.
BILLY Sure. [To STEVIE] I’ll go if you think it’s OK, Ma; I’ll go. [To MARTINI But
not to your places.” I will probably go to my room, and I’ll probably close
my door, and I’ll probably lie down on my bed, and Ill probably start crying
II) and itIl probably get louder and worse, but you probably won’t hear it—
either of you—because youll be too busy killing each other. But Ill be there,
and my little eight-year-old heart will for certain be breaking—in twain, as
they say.
MARTIN [some awe; no contempt] Very good; very good.
STEVIE [preoccupied] \s; very good, Billy.
21) BILLY [feeling; near tears] Jesus Christ!
STEVIE [as he exits] Billy.
MARTIN [quietly] Let him go. [Silence; quietly] Well, now; just you and me.
STEVIE [pause] Yes.
MARTIN [pause] I take it you want to talk about it?
29 STEVIE [awful chuckle] Oh, God! [Afterthought] You take it?
MARTIN Is that a “yes”?
STEVIE [cold; precise] I was out shopping today—dress gloves, if you want to
know. I still wear them—for weddings and things
MARTIN [puzzled] Whos getting married?
I to STEVIE [huge] SHUT UP!
MARTIN [winces] Sorr
STEVIE [normal tone again] . . dress gloves, and then to the Fish people for
.

shad roe—it’s just come in—and then hack home, and you were gone and I
heard Billy’s music up in his room and there was the mail. You’d gone out
39 before it came—not that it would have mattered: we don’t read each other’s.
MARTIN ‘Would that we did.
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STEVIE Oh I would have found out sooner or later. And there was Rosss let
ter. “Ross? Writing to me? Whatever for!”
MARTIN [softh] Oh, God.
40 STEVIE . and I was standing in the pantry. I’d put the roe away and had
.

left the kitchen and was moving to the dining room on my way to the stairs
when I began to read it.
MARTIN Ross shouldn’t have done this. He knows he shouldn’t have
done.
4; STEVIE [reading; stead; almost amused] “Dearest Stevie
MARTIN Oh, God.
STEVIE “This is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write.”
MARTIN Sure!
STEVIE You doubt it? ‘. .the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write, and to my
.

so dearest friends. But because I love you, Stevie. as much as I love Martin,
because I love you both—respect you, love you—I can’t stay silent at a time
of crisis for you both, for Martin’s public image and your own deeply de
voted..
MARTIN As I said, bullshit.
is STEVIE . . “self. I must put it baldly, for hinting would only put off the
.

inevitable. Martin—and he told me this himself”.


[Aside.]
I would have liked to have been listening to that conversation!
MARTIN No you wouldn’t.
STEVIE [reading again] “Martin is having an affair with a certain S Ivia
[Th MARTIN.]
60 Oh, God, I thought; at least it’s someone I don’t know; at least it’s not
Ross’s first wife, the one I thought you might if you were going to
MARTIN [surprise] Rebecca?
STEVIL Yes, or maybe your new assistant.
MARTIN lbewilderedl Who? Ted Ryan?
165 STEVIE No; the other one—the one with the hooters.
MARTIN Oh; Lucy something.
STE VIE Yes. Lucy “something.” You men are the end. Where was I?
[Reads again.]
“an affair with a certain Sylvia who, I am mortified to tell you . .iS a
.

goat. \ou siIl, of course, be shocked and greatly disturbed to know of this,
hut I felt it m obligation to be the one to bear these tidings, as I’m sure
ou’d rather hear it from a dear friend. Doubtless, Martin Doubtless
MARlIN [shrugs] Sounds right.
511511 “Doubtless. Martin will tell you all I have not . .all I cannot. ‘SIth
.

profound affection for sou both, Ross.”


[Pause’.
i- \ell.
MARTIN \es. “Well.
STEVIE lizot eager; dogged] \ will now discuss it.
MARTIN [heal, sigh] Of course, though you won’t understand.
STEVI[ Oh? Do you know what 1 thought—what I thought after I’d read the
letter, right to the end?
MARl! N No. I don’t want to know ... or guess.
IHF COst SCENt 2 585

SILSIE \kll. I laughed. of course: a grim joke hut an ass fully funn
one.
‘That Ross. I tell you, that Boss! u go too far, Ross. It’s funrw
in
its
...

. awful ss ay, but its ssay oserboard, Ross!’ So, I shook my head
.

and
.

laughed—at the awfulness of it, the absurdits the awfulness; some


things
are so awful )OU have to laugh—and then I listened to myself
laughing.
and I began to wonder why I was—king hing. “It’s not Funny
when you
come right doss n to it, Ross.” Why itas I laughing? And just like that
[snaps
her fingers] I stopped; I stopped laughing. I realized—probably
in the way
if you suddenly fell off a building—oh, shit! i’ve fallen off
a building and
I’m going to die; I’m going to go splat on the sidewalk; like
that—that it
wasn’t a joke at all; it was awful and absurd, hut it wasn’t
a joke. And
eservthing tied in—Ross coming here to interview you
yesterday, the
funny smell, the Noel Coward bit we did about you having an
affair, and
with a goat. You said it right out and I laughed. \u told me!
fiu came
right out and fucking told me, and 1 laughed, and I made
jokes about
going to the feed store, and I laughed. I Fucking laughed! Until
it stopped;
until the laughter stopped. Until it all came together—Ross’s
letter and all
the rest: that odd smell . the mistress’s perfume on you. And so I knew.
. .

io SLSRTIN Stesie, I’m so


srEvIE Shut up. And so I knew. And next, of course, came believi
ng it.
Knowing it—knowing it’s true is one thing, but believing
what you
know ...well, there’s the tough part. We all prepare for jolts
along the way,
disturbances of the peace, the lies, the evasions, the infidelities—
if they
happen. [‘.rv off-hand] I’ve never had an affair, by the way,
all our years
together; not even with a cat, or. anthing. . .

MARTIN Oh, Stevie.


STEV[E We prepare For. things, for lessenings, even; inevitable
. .
less
enings, and we think we can handle everything, whatever comes
...

along, but
o we don’t know do we! [Right at MARTIN] Do we!
MARTIN I be reaved 1 No; no, we don’t.
STEVIE Fucking right we don’t! [Didactic] Something can happen that’s
out
side the rules, that doesn’t relate to The Way the Game Is Plaed.
Death
before you’re ready to even think about it—that’s part of the
game. A stroke
that leaves you sitting looking at an eggplant the week before had
been your
husband—that’s another. Emotional disengagement, gradual, so
gradual you
don’t know its happening, or sudden—not very often, but
occasionally—
that’s another. You’ve read about spouses—God! I hate that word!—
”spouses”
who all of a sudden start wearing dresses—yours, or their own
collection—
wives gone dyke . . but if there’s one thing you don’t put on ‘our plate, no
.

matter how exotic your tastes may be is bestiality.


. . .

SIARTIN Don’t! \iu dont understand.


STEVIE The fucking of animals! No, that’s one thing you haven’t
thought
about, one thing youve oserlooked as a byway on the road of
life, as the old
soap has it. “\Vell, I wonder when he’ll start cruising livestock.
I must ask
Mother whether Dad did it and how she handled it.” o.
that’s the one
thing you haven’t thought about—nor could you conceive of.
[Pause; gri ml)
cheerful] So! How was onr day?
MARTIN [pause: attempting the casuul[
Wdl I had a good day at the
. . .

office. lade the design for The WrId City even larger than
SUE\ IE [fixed smile] Oh, good!
566 [[2\\SRD \Llt[E

MARTIN and then I stopped by the haberdasher


...

SIEVIE [pretending to pnzzlel Ha—her—dash—er. I hats someone who makes


haberdash
MARTIN Haher, I think. Dash is part of doing it.
SFEIE Ah! Tlieii what?
juri Hni? Well, then I drm e back home, and
STEVIE What! You didn’t stop by to see your ladviriend? Get a lick in?
MARTIN She’s in the countr Please, Stevie don! ...

240 STEVIE [feigned wonderl She’s in the conntr!


MARTIN I keep her there.
STEVIE \Vhere!?
MAIIFIN Please! Don’t!
STEVII: Martin, did von et er think you’d come hack From your splendid We.
246 walk into your living room and find you had no life left?
MARTIN Not specifically; no. [Looks down.]
STEVIE I think we’d better talk about this. If I’m going to kill you I need to
know exactly whs—all the details.
MARtIN [sli ] \ou really want to?
2’O STEVIE \\ hat? Kill you?
MARlIN No; learn about it.
STEVIE [big] No! I clout really want to! [Normal tone again] I want the tvhole
day to rewind—start over. I want the reel to reverse: to see the mail on
the hail table where l3iilv’s left it, then not see it because I haven’t opened
26’ the door vet—not having gotten the fish vet because I haven’t bought the’
gloves yet because I haven’t left the house vet because I haven’t gotten out
of our bed because I haven’t iraked UP IET! [Quieter] But since I ..,

cant reverse time yes, I d0 want to know. lot reeling with it.
. . .
P1L’adingi
Make me not beliei’e it! Please, make me not beliei’e it.
260 MARTIN [pcnusej ‘Why arent von crying?
STEVIE Because this is too serious. I)o goats cr6 b the way?
MARlIN I I don’t know, 1 haven’t
...

STLvIE .made her cry yet!? What’s the mutter with von?!
. .

\IAI1FIN [begging] Stevie


os SI [VIE [us it to someone else] He can’t even make a gout cry. \\ hat ‘u,nI I
he? His sons probably weeping as we’ speak. That was pretty awFul 66 hat
you said to him, Martin, pret awful. 1—lis sons probabl lying on his bed.
tears flo\ ing; his wife would be crying [harder] except she can’t be that
weak right now, And von can’t even make a goat cry?! lee,!
uniu [dogniatic1 I didn’t sa I e’ozulduz’t: I said I huien’i.
SI LVII Well. the goats of this ‘a orld must be er happ. Oh. kd:
MIttliN [tiiuting to leiizc’} I can’t hate this contersation. I can’t listen ‘alit ii

when voure
SI EVIL blocking him ‘iou stat where on are! ‘ion ‘a ill have this cuner’
2-s (ion, and ‘a ith inc and right iiot!
SI \RII\ retrc’iItiizj: 5ilIiiuj?1 \\ here’ shall I start?

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,IE\IE [a threat] Right at the beginning! [Afterthought] Why do von call her
Sylvia, by the way? Did she have a tag, or something? Or, as it more;
Who is S’,lvia.
Fair is she
That all our goats commend her.
MARTIN [triiizg to be rationalj No, it just seemed right. Very good, by the way.
srEvlE Thank you. You saw this. . thing . this goat. and you said to
. . .

yourself “This is Sylvia.” Or did you talk to it: “Hello, Sylvia.” How the hell
did you know it was a she—was a female? Bag of nipples dragging in the
dung? Or, isn’t this your first?!
MARTIN [very quiet] She is my first; she is my onlc But you don’t under
stand. You..
STEVIE [contemptuous] Awww; I’m trying not to throw up.
MARTIN Well, if that’s the way you
STEVIE No!! Tell me.
MARTIN [sighs] All right. As I said to Ross.
STEVIE [broad parody] “As I said to Ross NO! Not “As I said to Ross.’ To
. . .“

me! As you say to me!


MARTIN [annoyed] In any event
STEVIE Not “in any event!” No! This event!
MARTIN [won’t let it go] As I said to Ross.
STEVIE [impatient acquiescence] .’Cry well; as you said to Ross.
1
MARTIN Thank you. As I said to Ross, I’d gone to the country. to find the . .

place we wanted, our - . country


. place.
STEVIE [fact] You went out a lot.
IARTIN ‘Well, if you’re after Utopia [Shrugs.]
. . .

STEVIE Sure.
MARTIN .. unless you’re one of those people finds it right off: “That’s it;
.

that’s the place.” Unless ‘ou’re one of those, you’ve got to search: look
around. Close enough in to make it practical for our country needs. No
more than an hour or so from.
STEVIE [scoffing] Our “country needs”?
MARTIN You’re the one who said it. Verdancy: flowers and green leaves
against steel and stone. OK?
STEVIE [shrugs] OK. [Angry] And it’s lovely. Now get to the goat!
MARTIN I’m getting there. I’m getting to her.
STEVIE Stop calling it her!
MARTIN [defending] That is what she is! It is a she! She is a she!
STE’IE [pathetic sneer] I suppose I should be grateful it wasn’t a niale, isn’t a
male goat.
MARTIN Funny you should ask—as they say. There was a place I went to...
STEVIE Oh?
MARTIN \Vell, when I realized something was wrong. I mean, when I real
ized people would think something was wrong, that what I was doing
wasn’t
STEVIE [dispassionate] I am going to kill you.

pIa on the opening lines of the song from Shakespeare’s The Tim Gentlemen
of vcrona (ca.
1 591 Vi ho is Sdi i Vs h t is she Fh it ill our sss alns commend hcr )4 2 37—38)
1588 [D\\ARD AtB[[

MARTIN [preoccztpiedl \s: probably. It was a therapy place. a place peopk


vent to . to talk about it. about what they were doing
. . and with whom . . .

STEVIE What! Not ii’lion,. 1


i ‘hat! \Vith what!
MAW11N [sharp] \Vhatever! A place! Please! Let me finish this! [sTE IL
silent.] A place to talk about it; like A.A., like Alcoholics Anonymous.
STEVIE [sneers] Goat-fuckers Anonymous?
MARTIN [oddly shocked I Please! [sTEvIE hoots. Quieter.] Please?
o STEVIE Sorry. Destroy me.
MARTIN It had no cute name; no A.A.; no . . . no nothing. Just . . . a place.
STEVIE How did you find it?
MARTIN Online.
STEVIE [toneless] Of course.
o MARTIN I went there . . . and there were—what?—ten of us . . . a group
leader, of course.
STEVIE What was he flicking? Who; sorry,
MARTIN He was cured, he said—odd phrase. Was off it.
srF:viE [yen cain,] \‘erv well. What lud he been fucking?
MARTIN [matter-of-fact] A pig. A young pig.
[sTEvIE rises, ñnds a big ceramic table plate, smashes it, resits,
or ithatei’er. I
STEVIE [without emotion] Go on.
MARTIN [indicates] Is there going to be a lot of that?
STEVIE Probably.
MARTIN You don’t want Bill down here; some things
STEVIE [steaming] Some things are what?! Private? Sacred? Husband
telling wifey about a “cry peculiar therapy session? A pig?!
MARTIN [a little embarrassed] A small one, he said.
STEVIE Jesus!
[BILLY rushes in from the hall.]
BILLY You two OK?
so MARTIN Yes-we’re-fine-go-away-Billy.
BILLY Who’s throwing things?
STEVIE I am; your mother is throwing things.
BILLY Is there going to be more?
STEVIE I imagine so.
BILLY [retrieving a silzall vase] I gave you this one; I think I’ll take it upstairs
STEVIE [as BILLY turns to go] I would have noticed. Bill.
BILlY [shaking his head] Sure. ‘iou gu s hold it doss n.
Exits. I
STEVIE after I II’OiIld hasc. Uncertain I I think I would have.
MARTIN [pause] So. ans a ; it was this place.
SFEVIE eCOhiceiitrating] A pig? lieallv?
MAIUIN \ell, ever one had ...iot know
ST[\ IF... someone, or something.
MARTIN es.
SflVIE [lightillib] And was (larissa Atherton there?
MARTIN \\ ho? Yes! Thats where I get the card, and
S [[VIE And w hat is she flicking? Who?
SIAIIlIN [matter—of—fict I A dog, I think.
TI-fE GOkt, SCF\E
2 1589
finds a vase, crashes it to the floor.]
[srEvIE
srEVIE A dog you think.
MARTIN Why would she lie? Why would
anyone there lie?
,- S FEVIE Damned if I know
MARTIN [sighs] And so I went there, and.
STEVIE [there is chaos behind the cii’
ility of course] Did you all take
friends with you—your pigs, you your
r dogs, your goats, your,
M RTIN No. We weren’t there to talk abo
selves, our. our problems, as ut them; we were there about
c
they called them.
. .
our
STEVIE The livestock was all happy, you
mean.
MARTIN \lI, no; there was this one
goose. I think it was . . .

[sTEvw finds a vase, cras


hes it to the floor.]
Shall ve go outside?
STEVIE [hands on hips]
Get on with it.
MARTIN [so calm] All righ
t; there was this one goose
srEvIE Not geese! Not pig
s! Not dogs! Goats! The subject
MuTIN The subject is is goats!
a goat; the subject is Sylvia. [He
for something to throw.] No! sees STEVIE looking
Don’t; please! Just listen! Sit and
STEVTE [has a small
bowl in her hands; sits] All righ listen!
389 MARTIN I said, most of the people ther t. I’m listening.
ashamed, or—what is the word?— e were having problems, were.
conflicted. were. needed to talk
about it while while I went there, I guess,
.
. . . .

to find out hy they were all


. .

there.
STEVIE [as
f the language were unfamiliar] Pardon?
390 MARTIN I didn’t understand why they wer
unhappy; what was wrong
e there—why they w’ere all so
with ...with being in love.
[sTEvIE gently separates hands, lett like that. . . .
. .

ing bowl fall between her legs,


There’s so much I have to break.]
explain.
STEVIE [deep, quiet irony]
Oh?
MARTIN [rises, moves a little
away] You must promise to be
395 please listen, and then may still. Sit there and
be when I’ve finished you
STEVIE [sad smile]
How cou
. just listen; please. . .

ld I not?
MARTIN I went there . because I couldn’t come to
you with it.
. .

STEVTE Oh?
MARTIN Well think about it.. . .

00 STEVIE [does] I suppose you’re right.


MARTIN And most of them had a problem
, had a long history. The man
the pig was a farmboy, and
he and his brothers, whe
with
just did it n they were kids,
. .
naturally; it was what they did
. . . .

brow] Or piglets, per with the pigs. [Knits . . .

haps that wasn’t clear.


is STEVIE Naturally; of cou
rse.
MARTIN Are you agreeing?
SEEVIE No. Just get on wit
h it.
1RTIN It was what they did. Maybe it
SUEVIE
was better than
than with each other, or
. . .

their sisters, or their grandm


You’ve got to be kidding! others?
\ISRTIN No one got hurt.
SEEVIE HUNH!!
M-wIIN We’ll talk about that.
590 [D\\RD JI3Et

STE VIE “ou bet we will!


MARTIN [sighs] Most of them had a reason, the man with the pig more a
matter of. habit than anything else, I guess ...comfort, familiarit’s
. .

STESIE I ees heauenu’ard] Jesus!


MARTIN Though he was off it cured,” as he put it, which I found odd.
STE VIE Of course.
420 MARTIN I mean if he was happy
. . .

[STEvIE knocks over the small side table itbere slit’ is sitting, ;,ei-er akint.
her ees off MARTIN.]
STEVIE [ironic] Ooops!
MARTIN When he was doing it, 1 mean. Must you? Though I suppose he
s’asn’t . no longer was happy
. .

STEVIE [feigned surprise] You mean you didn’t ask him?


425 MARTIN No; no, I didn’t. The lady with the German Shepherd.
STEVIE Clarissa?
MARTIN No; another one. The lady with the Shepherd, it turned out she had
been raped by her father and her brother when she was twelve, or so
continually raped, one watching the other, she told us
430 STEVIE . and so she took up with a dog?!
.

MARTIN [no opinion] Yes; it would seem. The man with the goose sas
hideously ugly—I could barely look at him—and I suppose he thought he
could never on know.
STEVIE [cool] Do I?
435 MARTIN Try and imagine.
STEVIE [calm; sad] I doubt I can.
MARTIN ‘lfl’: so ughc no woman—no man—would even think of “cluing . . .

it” with you—ever.


STEVIE One in the hand, et cetera.
8 Rut. a goose!? . .

440 MARTIN [sad smile] Not everyone is satisfied that way one in the hand.
. . .

No matter. And I was unhappy there, for tlzei were all unhappy.
STEVIE My goodness.
MARTIN And I didn’t know why
STEVIE [considers it] Really? I think we’ve hit upon why I’m going to kill ‘()U.
445 MARTIN [onward] There’s something else I want you to understand.
STE\’IE [sarcas,Ii] Oh? Something else?
MARTIN It’s something I told Ross.
STEVIE Not him again.
MARTIN He is my best friend.
45 STEVIE [actress-2 ] Oh? And I thought 1 was!
MARTIN [undeterred; calm] i told him that in all our time together_yuUr8
and mine—all our niarriage—Ive never been unfaithful.
STEVIE [a beat;
5 fike astoiiislinieizt Hiuzli.
MARTIN [onwartll Never in all our years. Oh, earl\ on, one of vutir
455 would grope me in the kitchen at a part, or
sm iii. I love my friends; they have taste.
MARTIN Never unfaithful; never once. I’ve never even wanted to. \\ c re s
good together. you and 1.

8. 1 hat is. “a bird in the hand is worth 1550 in 9. A theater term.


the hush Isrius erhi,uI
Ht (,O\T, S(I-\I 4 1,91

SI iso \ fit, eh?


SI \RII\ tsmcerel \es!
sli sir oud nes er imagine that a marriage could he so perfect.
Si\RII\ Yes! I mean no; I hadn,
sli s it [ads ertiseuientj Great sex, good cook, esen does indows,
SI SR1I l3e serious!
S IFS IL No! It’s too serious for that. [.fterthoztght] Fuck ou. b the w a.
Si SRlI\ Neser once! People looked at me, said “\\ hat’s the matter sith
iou?!” “Don’t ‘,ou base any wu knoss, lust?” And “Sure,” I said, “I’ve got
.

plent}. All for Stes ic.’


s rL”. ii- [shakes her head; singsong] La—di-da; la-di—fuckin’—da!
i \1SRII\ [ragej Listen to me!
SIESIL [arnr drill] Yes, sir! [Softer] s, sir.
MSRIIN All the men I knew were “having affairs” .seeing other ssomen,
. .

and laughing about it—at the club, on the train. I felt .ssell, I almost felt
. .

like a mislit. What’s the matter ssith ou, Martin!? You mean voure only
doing it ssith your ssife!? hat kind of man are you?!”
sirsir. \ou men must he fun together.
si uiiis Odd man out. I onl wanted )ou.
SIESIE [pause; quietlsJ And I have something to tell )ou.
MAim’s [anticipating, with dread] Oh, no! Don’t tell me that vou’se been
ssith
S I FVIE [hands up; shakes her head] Flush. In all our marriage I’ve nes er even
wanted anyone but ‘,ou.
MARTIN [deeply sadl Oh, Stesie.
Sirsir I\I mother told me—we really u’ere good friends; I’m sorry ‘you never
495 knew her.
MARTIN I am, too.
StEVIE We talked together like sisters, by God; we talked the night awa, two
“girls” talking; we were that good friends, but she sure knew how to be a
“parent” when she needed to, when she wanted to keep me sery... lesel.
4’S And she said to me—I never told you this—”Be sure you marry someone
you’re in love with—deeply and wholly in love with—but be careful who
‘ou fall in love with, because ou might marry him.”
[SIARTIN cli uckles, q uieth, ruefuib.]

“Your father and I base the best marriage anone could possibly have,” she
said to me, over and oser. “Be sure you do, too.”
495 MARTiN Stesie, I
SIEXTE “Be careful who you marry,” she said to me. And I was. I fell in lose
sith you? No . . .I rose into love with you and have—what—cherished?
you, all these years, been proud of all ‘you’ve done, been happy with
funny son, been . . well, happy. I guess that’s the word. No, I
.

don’t guess; I know [Begins to cry] I’ve been happy. [Wore] Look at me,
Mother; I’ve married the man I loved [more] and I’se been so ...

happ’y
SI SR [IN [moves to her; touches her] Oh, Stes ie
Sit si [huge; cwipes objects off the coffee table] GET YOU H GOATF U CRING
HANDS OFF ME!!!
[Retreats to nail, anus wide, sobbing greatly,
592 [IflA sEt) St BEt

MSR11Nreacts us if hes touched a hot stole] All right! No more!


SFEVH-iesLlore! Finish it! \omit it all up! Puke it out all over me.
be less read. So do it! DO IT!! I’ve laid it all out for you; i’m n.L 1
the table; take all your knis es! Cut me! Scar me forever!
MARTIN [thinks a moment] Before or after I vomit on you? [Genib lz;?j llj’
to appease] Sorry; sorrs
sirvie [a shaking voice] \Vomen in deep woe often mix their metaph
MARTIN [pacing] Yes; yes.
STEVIF Get wi with it! [Aberthought] Very good, h the w ass
MARTI N [rue] Thanks.
STEVIE... and hopelessly inappropriate.
MARTIN ss; sort’,;
STEvIE [casualb overturns a chair] Get on with it, I said.
MARTIN Are ‘ou going to do that with au the furniture?
STEVIE [looks around] I think SO. You may have to help me with some of I
MARlIN Truce! Tuce!
STEVIL [takes a painting, breaks it over something] NO! NO 1EL( \iI
it! Now!
MARTIN fliat was my mothers painting.
va STE\1E It still is! [Pronipting] tu found us our lovely country plae.
MARTIN [girds] And the day I found it—I called you. ‘iou remember: toil
von I’d put a hold on it.
Si Evir: I’ll never brget.
SISBTIN And I was driving out of the town, back to the highst is
ID stopped at the top of a lull
STEvIE Crest.
Sl.SIlII\ \\ hails \\ho tire VoLi.s
STEVIE öu stopped at the crest of a hill—on it, actuallss
M\I1TIN es .And I stopped. and the view was Ofl(lerftll. Not
lar, but wonderful—fall, the leaves turning
STEVIE Istaring at him] A regular bucolic.
MARTIN \s; a regular bucolic. I stopped and got us things—vegetutL’ Iu!

things. )lzt remember.


siisvi is [dcii iaIj No; I don’t.
MARl IN [realizing, going on] No matter. And it was then that I
STEVIE [grotesque inconipreheizsioiz ho!
MARl i deeph sad] Oh, Ste Ic
SitS IL [heart irony] \lho!( Who could you have seen!?
SlSiiTi\ LlogeLl1 I’m going on tb this. \ou asked. I’m goins i’ —

SI EVil e)es lion 1 on Inn,] Serves me right, I guess.


i ix And I closed the trunk of the car, with all that I a
[pause! and it was then that I saw her. .\nd she
. .
a
w 11.11 . with those e\ es.
. .

so sit sta,lng at hint] Oh thosr scs 1 [ \Ilc,thon.,ht] liii \l


si sitri [slow; clclibc’ratt’I And sshat I felt was it as 1iiliL Ifl\
us er felt before, it was so irna/ing. There she was.
sit vii: grotesque cut lnisiasi;i Vt ho!? Vt ho!?
inri\ I)on’t She was looking at me with those e es of hers 11
melted. I think. I think that’s what I (lid: I melted.
ii liidt’ous L’Iltl1iisiaoi! You melted!!
HIL CO\F, SCIsi 2 595

xisnri [waves her off] id neer seen such an expression. it was pure
and trusting and and innocent; so so guileless. ... . .

stvvi [sardonic echo] Guileless; innocent; pure. Thuve never seen chil
dren, or anything? You neer saw Billy when he was a kid?
MRTiN [pleading] Of course I did. Don’t mock me.
S LEA ir [shooting harsh chuckle] Don’t mock me.
si SREIN I I went oser to where she was—to the fence where she was,
. . .

and I knelt there, e’e level


STES iv [quiet loathing] Goat level.
MSRFIN [angry; didactic] I willfinish this! Thu asked for it, and you’re going
to get it! So shut your tragic mouth! . . .

[srvvir does a sharp intake of breath, puts herfingers over her


mouth.]
All right. Listen to me. It ssas as if an alien came out of whatever it was,
and it took me with it, and it was
, . . an ecstasy and a purity, and a . . .

love of a [dogmatic] un-i-mag-in-able kind, and it relates to nothing


. . .

whatever, to nothing that can be related to! Don’t you see!? Don’t you see
the . don’t you see the “thing” that happened to me? What nobody tin
. ,

derstands? Why I can’t feel what I’m supposed to!? Because it relates to
nothing? It can’t have happened! It did, but it can’t have!
[srEvlE shakes her head.
What are you doing?
STEVIE [removes fingers] Being tragic. I bet a psychiatrist would love all this.
lARr1N I knelt there, eye level, and there was a a what! n under . . .

standing so intense, so natural


crrsir There are some things you can remember, eh?
IARTIN [closes his eyes, reopens them] an understanding so . . .

STEVIE [awful, high-pitched little voice] I can’t remember why I come into
rooms, where I put the thing for the razor.
MARTIN [refusing to be drawn iii] an understanding so natural, so in . . .

tense that I will never forget it, as intense as the night you and I finally
came at the same time. What was it. a month after we began? . .

[Where is she, emotionally?]


Stevie? It wasn’t happening. but it was! . .

STEVIE [shaking her head; oddly objective] How much do you hate me?
xiawri [hopeless] I love you. [Pause] And I love her. [Pause] And there
it is.
[5TES Iv howls three times, slowly deliberately; a combination of rage
and hurt.]
STESIE [then; calinh] Go on.
M SRTIrS [apologetic] 1 have to do it.
STFSTE Yes?
[MSRTFs nods.]
Right.
SISRFIN [starting again] And there was a connection there—a communi
cation—that, well . . . knew what
an epiphany, I guess comes closest, and I
was going to happen.
STEVIE [mildh interested in the fact] I think I’m going to be sick.
xisniis Please don’t.
1594 ED\5RD ALIIIt

[Back to it. I
Epiphan ! \nd when it happens there’s no retreating, no holding back. I
put m ban tls through iii i res of the fence and she came I ow ard mc.
slipped her face between my hands, brought her nose to mine at the wires
and and nu.’zled,
,

54 UVIL I am a grown woman; a grow n married woman. [ ‘sic t slies net er


heard the word before] ‘uziled; nuizlcd.
M Ri I \ Her l)reath her breath w as so sweet, warm and [l-lears
something; stops.]
5(0 STES IF Go on. Tell the grown—up married wOman
\l AnTi [warning hand up] I hear Bill.
[BILLY enters. I
BILl Are you hitting her!? [Sees the carnage. [ What the fuel !?
5
STE\IF We’re redecorating, honey, ‘\o, he’s not, by the was—hitting me. I’m
hitting myself.
ao BILLY [near tears [ I hear ori two! I’m up there and I hear you! S I OP Ii
JESUS GOD. STOP IT!!
IARTI gentle] \Ve will. Billy: we’re not quite done.
crjvic Go away. Billy Go out anti pla.
BILLS Go out anti .

(Is S rrx IL [harder] 1 ease the house! Leave us alone!


BILLS But
MARTI\ [cahu] Do what your Mother sa s. “Co out and phi,’ i\Iake mud-
pies; climb a tree
Bit Li [a finger in M\RTI\ s flice] If I come back and find ‘,ou’ve hurt her,
,211 Ill .111
[BILLS iii Ilges at SISIIFI\, shot t’s miii, recoils. SI Ml1I\ steps font aid, stojis.
BILLS sobs, rinis Iron, flit’ room. Yit’ hear the front door slain.

STES It: [after] \l udpies?


M uyrix \ eli ...w’ hates er.
srFsiL [calni] What it’ill ou do if he comes back and finds souse hurt
me? , when he comes hack and finds souse hurt me?
, ,

625 MAIn I’ [absorbed iii sonzethiiig[ What?


54 is IL [siinies] Down from the trees, hands all mudd ? [Satl[ othing.
[Cold] \ou were in the middle of our epiphan.
MABTI\ [sighs] \es.
STE\ It [sad] (;od, I wish ou ssere stupid.
s Si.AH ii ‘s [lie, tooj cs; 1 wish oii were stupid, too.
STLVI i [pause; businesslike] Lpiphan
si n ri ‘es. It was at that moment that I realued -

sit Ii that you and the locking goat were destined for one anothet
SI SR II’S that she and I were
,
.., [ softls embarrassed 1 that she and I ss ci e
going to go to bed together.
S ITS II lo stall together! 1o ha ! ‘sot to bed
M SIll I’S [sits! \\ hates er. [hat what coo Id not happen ss as going to. 1 hat \
w ;inted each other er\ in tic h. that I had to ha e her, that I
;SI I S II screanis a let’p-tbroatL’l rage aizI bilges at St Sil II’S. lie use’.
grabs izer it rists, and s/totes be r into a ehaiu. Site atlenij,ts tu get ztj. Ijiti
he slime’s her hue lz again.
[lIE GOAT. SCENE 2 I 595

‘\ow stop it! Let me Finish!


SEEVIE \oull he fiicking Billy next.
MARTIN [ice] 1—le’s not my type.
S lEVIE [rising again. Rage] [Ic’s not Your type!? He’s not your fucking type!?
MARTIN No; hes not.
[Size is about to strike hint.]
‘IOzire my type.
[The shock of this shuts her gesture; we see her confusion.]
oure my type.
STE\ IE [stands where she is; hard] Thank you!
MARflN oure welcome. [A gesture.] Oh, Stevie, I
STEVIE I’m your type and SO iS she; so is the goat. [i-larder] So long as it’s
Female, eh? So long as it’s got a cunt it’s all right with you!
MARTIN [huge] A SOUL!! Don’t you know the difference!? Not a cunt, a
soul!

sTEVIE u can’t fuck a soul.


[after a little; tears again]
MARTIN No; and it isn’t about fucking.
STEVIE YES!!
MARTIN [as gentle as possible] No; no, Stevie, it isn’t.
STEVIE [pause; then, even more sure] Yes! It is about fucking! It is about you
being an animal!
MAWIN [thinks a moment; quietly] I thought I was.
STEVIE [contempt] Hunh!
MARTIN 1 thought I was; I thought we all were ... animals.
STEVIE [cold ragel We stay with our own kind!
MARTIN [gentle; rational] Oh, we fall in love with many other creatures
dogs and cats, and.
STEVIE We don’t flick them! You’re a monster!
MARTIN [pinning it down] I am a deeply troubled, greatly divided..
STEVIE [no quarter] Animal fucker!
MARTIN Sylvia and I
STEVIE [hideous] Youre going to tell me she wants you.
MARTIN [simply put] ès.
670 STEVIE What does she do—back into you making awful little bleating
sounds?
MARTIN That’s sheep.
STEVIE Whatever!! Presented herself? Down on her forelegs, her head
turned, her eyes on you, her.
670 MARTIN Stop it! I won’t go into the specifics of our sex with you!
STEVIE [contempt] Thank you! You take advantage of this.. creature!?.

You . rape this


. . animal and convince yourself that it has to do with love!?
. . .

MARTIN [helpless] I love her and she loves me, and


. . .

STEVIE [a huge animal sound: rage; sweeps the bookcase of whatever is on it, or
overturns a piece of furniture. Silence; then starting quietl; building]
Now you listen to me. I have listened to you. I have heard you tell me how
so much you ioe me, how you’ve never even wanted another woman. how we
have been a more perfect marriage than chance ‘aould even allou We’re
both too bright for itiost of the shit. We see the deep and awful humor of
things go over the heads of most people: we see what’s hideously wrong in
FD\\SRI) St tO F

what most pop’ accept as nonTlals 55 e have 1)0th the joys and t he somss
of all that. \\e has e a straight line through life, right all the wa to d’ iu.
but thats Ok becauSe its a good line so long as we dont screw up.
...

sIAniIx I knows I lsnow,


STE VI IZ [do,zt interrupt me! Shut up; SO long as we dont screw up. I Pojjj\ it
hhn.] And on ce screwed up!
‘si IAR rI\ Stevie, I
STEVIL I said, shut up. Do you know lion ouve clone it? How souse
screwed ul)
I mumbled Because I was at the vegetable stand one das, and I
looked over to my right and I saw
TEVIE [hard and slow] Because vouve broken something and it can’t he
fixed!
NIARFli Stevie
STEVIE Fall out of love with me? Fine! No, not fine, but that can be fi”,ed
time hatever! But tell me you lox e me and an animal—both of us! —

equally? 1 he same way? That von go from my hed—mir bed


[*side-islz.
it’s ama/ing, you know, how good we are, still, how we please each other
and ourselves so fullç so
. . fresh each time
.

[side 03cc 1
you go from our bed, wash your click, get in your car and go to her, and
do with her what I cannot imagine myself’ imagining? Or—worse! . that
—m vouve come from her, to my bed!? lo our bed!? ...ancl you do with mc
what I can imagine lose ...want you for!?
. . .

xt.sni’tx [deep sad,iess] Oh, Stevie


smvt is [;iot listening That von can do these two things ... and not under
stand how it , ,SHAYIFRS THE GLASS!!?? How it cannot he dealt
,

a w ith—how stop and lorgis eness have nothing to do with it? and how I am
destroyed? I low on are? How I cannot admit it though I know it ! I loss I
cannot deny it because I cannot adiint it!? Cannot admit it, because 1 is
outside of denying!?
LxnrIx Stevie, I I promisc’ son, I’ll stop: I’ll
...

SI EVIL How stopping has nothing to do with ba ing started?! I loss not hing
has anything to do with anstbing!? I7dars—ii there——stop. ‘OtI hISS
brought me down. you goat-I ucker; son lox c’ of’ ms life! ton base hrusight
me clown to notliji, ! ccusaton linger right at hiiii ‘jon have hrough( use
down, and, Christ!, I’ll bring son clcsssn xx ith me!
I flrief pause; she tunis oii Ic’S heel exits e hear tliehisiiil ilmil Lt
- xi xtsitx afier she leiius’s; afier be hears the door; little bo I Stes ie liiI’
Stesie?

Curtain,
II (O-\l. S([\[

Scene 3
[i, hour or o later. MARliN is sitting in the ruins. kbe he is c’xam—

i;iini a broken piece of .olnetizilzg. ilu’ room is as it has at the end of


Scene 2. 1 he front door slanis; BILLS enters; I.RlI\ rises and stands in
the middle ol the room.]
BILLY [looking around] \\ow!
sInri’ [realizing BILLY is there] Yes; wow.
BILLY jseennnglv casual] \ou guys really had it out, hunh.
MARTIN [subdued; almost laughing] Oh, yes.
I3ILL.Y Where is she?
MARTIN IlIn? Who?
BILLY [not friendly; overly articulated] My mother. Where is my mother?
MARTIN [itiocking] Where is “my mother”? Not “Mother—where’s mother?’
Not that, hut Where is my mother?
H) BILLY [anger risingJ Whatever! Where is she? Where is my mother?
MARTIN [arms out; helplessly] I
... I
BILLY [angrier] Where is she?! What did you do . . kill her?
.

MARTIN [softly] Yès; I think so.


BILLY [dropping something he has picked up] What!!?
MARTIN [quietit; with a restraining hand] Stop. No. No, I did not kill her—of
course not—but I think I might as well have. I think we’ve killed each
other.
BILLY [driving] Where is she!?
NIAWrIN [stniplv] 1 dont know.
2) BILLY What do you mean you don’t
MARTIN [loud] She left!
BiLLY Vhat do you mean she left? Where
M,-RTIN [snappish] Stop asking me what I mean! [Quieter] She said what she
wanted to say; she finished tnd she left. She slammed the Front door
and left. I assume she drove somewhere.
BILLY ‘ieah. the wagon’s gone. [Harder] \Vhere is she!?
MARTIN [loud] She left! I don’t know where she is! It’s English! ‘She left.”
It’s English. No, I did not kill her, yes, I think I did. I think we killed each
other. That’s English, too: one of your courses!
BILLY [is his rage close to tears? Probably] I know who you are, I know you’re
my father. I know who you are, and I know who you’re supposed to he.
but.
MARTIN \ou, too?
BILLY Flunh?
MARTIN You don’t know who I am ans more.
BILLY [flat] No.
MARTIN \ll... neither does your mother.
BILLY [tn ing to e.Yplain, but, still, rage underneath] Parents fight: I know
that; all kids know that. There are good times and rotten ones, and some
times the blanket is pulled out from under von, and
M.RTIN cant help sai big it] ‘bu’re mixing your metaphors.
BILLS [furious] \\ hat!?
\i-SIiTIN Never mind; probably not the best time to bring it up. \ou were
saving There are good times and rotten ones?
15)8 tD\\ARIisIti[t

4 tit ‘.‘s. [Ouick sas;n ] Thanks.


M.\IiIL\ liOnCOlUlilit iil] Welcome.
BILLY But sometimes the whatever is pulled out irom under son.
Nl\RTIN Rug, I think.
BILLY Right! Now shut the luck up! I MARl i oj’e’ns ins mouth, closes it
; out.] Semanticist!
M.snrIN \ cry good! Where did ou learn that?
BILLY I go to a good School. Remember?
NiSRTI’, \es, but still
BIL[\ I said, shut the fuck up!
MsiflI [subsiding Right.
BILLY There are good times, and there are rotten ones. There arc times we
are so ... deep in content, in happiness. that we think w elI prob.th\
drown in it but we wont mind. There are sonic of those—-not too maiis.
There are times we dont know what the lucks going on—to us. u it!i us,
so about us—and that’s most of the time. I’m talking about us socalfed
adolescents.
MARTIN I know.
BILLY And then there are the times we wish we were old enough to ... just
walk 1)111 the door and start all over again, somewhere else—blank it all out,
os MARTIN [qttietli1 And this?
BILLY [hard] One guess. vriu luck!! [Huge] What ha e on done wit Ii ins
iiiotli t’t!!
SLSWIIN [ccii in 1 We finished our cons ersation [gest itres at ruined ron?,;
see how we talk?—we finished our conversation, and she said it final
tiling, and she left. She walked out, out the front door, slam.
BII I ‘i I low long ago?
SIARriN [shrugs] An hour: maybe more: maybe two. I’m not ver good it
time and stuff right itow.
BILLY IWO) hours? And you haven’t
?s NIARflN [a little ai;gn himself] What!? Called the police? [Ait’fuil i??;iIUtiOH 01
distress] “Oh, Officer, help me! \Iv ss ife just found out I’ve been doing It
with livestock, and she’s run off, and can you help me find her?’ Wht!?
Take off after her!? She’s a grown woman: she could be has ing her haii
done, For all I know
o BI? I [oloiged[ What tlid she s,n to vou
Ni Sit JIN [rue/it! chuckle I ( )h ...quite a few things.
BIL i_ l;iger] When she left! Vs hat did she sas when she left!?
sisni r Something abmit ... bringing me dim n or svhates
It?? ‘
c
1
P’c
I I\ Well, it’s bard to in’ Sp(’cific. \5’ t;erc busy alter all, and
B?? I lii” J [z\iictiv ss hat she said, and ,ioit
NI Sit? l\ cle;r l;is th,;m,t] toi, base brought me doss ii. a?icl ... I oN
vooi dow w tb me.”
ii
BnIN jnt::led; in ing to get it] \\hat (foes thai ;;n’at;
N? Alt I IN IaI??;ost sued] No 01)0)5 eser broi,ghi 500 (lOSS ii? No, I
not—not vet. It means . . [fails] it means w fiat it says: that son base done
.

to me w hat can not be undone and .and von ss ont get away w it h it
. .

BIlLS stands Joi’ a ;Io;ltel;t a;l the;; sjo)IIlahzc’ol;slu cries ,fi /Ht!
“tOh.
HF (C)-\l. SC \i

uipiizt his cesJ I see.


:ii.i.t
further es pla;uit,on J ou destroy me-—I destroy ou.
su ii \
I i. ‘tes; 1 see. Indicates iirec’kage. I Ihen theres no point in Setting
all
this ritht.
‘a ix sad chuckle It di >es look pretty aw lu. doe%,, t it,
;ILL lets do it ansi a.
a sit ii \ Set the stage for the nest round: Some eIf-j’iti am? ii’uiio 1-hi oh
I
i hat nest i’uund!? It’s all behind me, isn’t it?—e er thing?
1
\
;\ll hope
all sals at ion?” list litaizrl Dead—end—rock—hottom—out—w ith—the—garbage—
...“

flushed-dow n-the-Wi let-ground-up-spit-out-os er-the-edge-ss ith-hea -

seights, dow n—dow n-stink ...w hateer? All hope. everything? Gone? Right?
- Li [sh rzis] \\ hates er
[HILLY he&i is to right a_fen things. not iiiiich; then juits.
I
What is it going to be then? Dis orce?
a sisi ix [simph I don’t know, Billy: I don’t know that there are any ru It’s for
ss here we are.
aLLY Beyond au the rules, eh?
a sin ix [some rzieJ I think So.
H ;i Lt’i I wouldnt know. I guess I’ve never been in love. iet, I mean. Oh, lots
of crushes, and ail.
sii ix Only twice for me—vour mother and
i ... Sylvia.
HILLY ‘toure really holding onto this, aren von.
a sisres Jo .

ii.i [sneeringj This goat! This big love affair!


si sisnx [sltrngsl It’s true.
‘alLY Grow tip!
a sun x Ab! Es that it!
uiLi_Y laughs, spite of himself. sLsiuix tries to right ii chiaii:
I
Help me with this.
[BilLs’ helps bin,,

[‘hanks.
HILLY [shrugs] Any time. [Pauusel They asked us at school—when? Last week,
last month?—the asked each of us in this class to talk about how normal our
lives were, how how con entional it au was and how did we feel about it.
...

a SRT1N What kind of school is this!?


a :n.Ls [shrugsl ‘ton chose it: you two chose it. And a lot of’ the
guys got up
and talked about—you know—our home lives, how our parents get on, and
all: and it wasn’t s er’ special except the guys whose parents are di orced or
one has died or gone crazy, or w hatever.
siswrix Really? Crazy?
aLlY Sure. Good private school.. \ll gtivs, too: thanks
. I mean, it was all
about what sotid expect. Maybe es erhodv left all the juic stuff
out, or
the didnt know it. [Picks up a shard. I Where does this go?
a \itTi\ Trash. I suspect.
;ii.tam [looks at itl Too had. Drops it. So. it was all pretty dull, pretty much
-‘ what votid espect.
a sitTi\ I take it von haen’t gotten LII) and spoken set,
a iLl iioiieoinniittal] ope. Havent. I ‘m aiLs a little, ‘tou know what I’m
j
going to tell them——ss hen I get up there on nu hind lcts?
6(10 D\\-\Rt) [BI F

‘0 SRi iN [Iuil?et’s L)o I 1140(1 [(3 kiiow


4 BILLY Sure: you re a big guy.
M-\RTI\ I am diminished.
BILL kali? flell ss hatever. I think ss hat I’ll tell them is this: iLt is
...

been living with two People about as splendid as you can get: that ii I’d
been born to other people. it couldnt have been ans better.
[NIAHiiN sighs hiecnil(; Jails l prolt’stiilg Iwid up. I

s \o; reall : I mean it. “ou tss () guys are about as good as the come.
smart, and fair, and you have a sense of humor—both of ou—and aid
voure Democrats. You are Democrats, aren’t you?
MSR’I’i\ More than 111ev are, sometimes.
BILL That’s what I thought, and oi,’ve figured out that raising a kid does
you, that you’re leFt ing ow
001 include making him into a carbon cop\ ol
think you’re putting up with me being ga far better than you pruhah1
really are.
M\RTIN Oh, 110W
BILL’ Thank you, by the sva’.
11 SIARTIN Its tile least.
BILLY [nodding 1 Bight.
MABTIN feigned snrp;’ise] oure gay!?

BILLY [s,nilesl Shut up Anyway. vouve let me has e it better than


.

what wing
kids, better than a lot of “Moms and Dads” have, a lot closer to
great to see
i grown up sviil look like—as far as I can tell. Good guidance its
boss two people can love each other
MARTIN Don’t!
sh,i lot
riii lv At least thats what I thought—until esterday, until the
the fan!
is S1.-SRTIN Bill, please don’t.
BILLY [big L’nnzg nndeou’athl until the shit hit the fan, and thu Liil I
...

will I sa
was going to do at school became history. {Evaggeraiedj \\hat
sunk. ‘11w e
riou’! Goodness me! The Good Ship Lollipop has gone and
vestei’ da 6(1(1
normal to;ie I Vhat will I say!? \kll. let’s see: I came home ‘real
ore great. (
everything had been great—ahsolutel normal, tlieref
old “gre at
piirelits, great house, great trees, great cars—s ou know : the
I conic home, and ss liit (10 I
[Bigg’r nom uio,’e (‘xaggerniedl But then today lion
Dad talking about a letter
Iul I 1111(1 iii great Mom and m great
great good friend Ross
—s 51 siUiN idet’i’ ii,geu1 Luck Ross
great good friend lloss written to great gi
5(1
BiLLS es? ‘\ letter from
aisin.il
about bow great good Dad has been out in tilt’ barnyard locking
Si SRI IN l)oni do this.
go.lt ‘1011 ‘w.
...

nil Is Animals! \\elI, one in poiicular. A goat! :\ locking


er, hut Re got 11
one knock
gtns. sour stories are swell or wh,ites
right oft sour hoits, ‘1
socks oil, as tlie\ used to saw wipe the tattoos d
base l)eefl doing the great
while great old Morn and great old Dad

Its t.iii,s “ship am .irpt.io’’ ml- I mmi to tics lOll rcss Shuts
h h shu’ sii “( )n he (sot Sliiti F lliiji moos Ic, 1%
.4’
ttIo I-os ‘R41
lOg: 5 iii’’. Iss Silos ( tsr,’’.
Ill (051 5(1 NI 1601

it I h jig, our’ ol them has been underneath


the house. doss n in the
eiiar, digging a so deep!, so ide!. so ...I IL GE! . well all fall in
aiid]cii i1i iiOii] and never ...he aISle ... to ...C hull) . . (lilt .

aaiu—no matter hose much we want to, how hard we try. \nd
you see,
Lids, [ci loss St LidiifltS. oii see, I love these people. I love the man
who’s
been down there diggmg—svhen he’s nut gis ing it to a goat! I los
c this
mail! I lose’ him! [I)i’ojw lIlititt?l(’I lies IlOItliilg,
moles to SI SR li\, arms
(lilt. I lose ilin!
‘.1 i’t1)5 his a,’unc tIfl)lIiiil S[SII FIN, 1111(1 (hULill kiioii’
111101 11) 110. Sttii’t,
I?isSi I ig 5150 Fl N oil tIlt lit!, itls, Iii cii on the neck, en lug all tilL’
i lie,
it 1
I lien it tigr,,s—-or does it?--—-aiitl lie kisses SISRuN lull o,i (lie liloiltll
—a
c!LdJ,sol)h;iHg, stwilaI kiss. Boss has t’uferetl, sttiuils uatchiu
g. si SI1II’s
tries to tliseilgtlge/roIii iiii, lint BILLS i;ioaxi.s,
holds oil. 1-uuill SlrSR IN
sllOlt’S hiiui autO. BILl_S SItilitl.% tuLle, .till s0h)liiIig.
aiiii% cii’OlHicl iu)tillulg.
Hu’ liii Ic hut seell 11055.]
515101 s Don’t d 0 that!
BILlY I loll? IOU
51511 lIN Sure ou do, ou ron
...

BILLS Iaggot 1ou faggot?


SLSIIIIN Ienragetl] ihats Ilut svhat I as going to say!
BILLY so so sincere] Dad! I love von! [fold me! Please!
SI SRE1N [holds hiiiiz; strokes him] Shhhhhh; shhhh; shhhhh now.
BILLS [1iseizgagungjnalhi
1 im sorry: I didnt meal) to
\!\RT1\ No: ts all rigilt. [.i’uis 0111] I lere: let tue livid
oui.
[oiL LI Ii loves to jiii,, aia in a iiio uiei Ito
0 silent ciii brace.
BOSS Escuse me.
ill!’ stai-tlt’1l. split. \Iaih!’ Bl1_LS %tiuulbles oier
souuwthi;ig.
I’m sorr: I didn’t mean to jilterrupt your little
si si-i [IN colt! h’n I What!? See a man and his SI)!) kissing? That would go
nicely in one of ‘our kIcking letters. Judas! Get out of here!
BILLY [to ROSS] It asnt vhat OIl think!
‘.

Si-\BTIT% [at BILLS] s! \ès, it svas! Don’t apologize. [‘lb oossj


I’oo bad loll
cot.ildn’t have brought ‘our fueLing TV crew over! Don’t you and
‘ioiu’ son
ever kiss? Don’t OlI and--——ss hats hs name—Toh1 love
one another?
ROSS [hitu’d; coilteiilptuolis
I Not that svav!
SiSRFIN [a;ign and reckless] That ssav!? \hat Slav!? [Points l’igorolisi at
BILLY.] T’his boy is hurt! I’ve hurt him, and
he still loves me! You fitcker! He
loves his father, and if it licks over and hecornes—what?—sexual
for ... Just a moment , .so what!? So Fricking what!? [ic’s hLirt and he’s
.

F lonek and mmd your own Fucking business!


FlOSS [a siieerj \oure sicker than I thought.
SFSRFIN No! I’m hysterical!
BILLY F rueful wonder] It did. It clicked os er and you were just another
SLRl IN It’s all right.
BILLS . another man. I get confused
. .

sex and love: losing and


. . .
]to . .
.

noss] I probabk do sant to sleep ith him. li itef iii tan gIl] want
i I to sleep
SS itIl es er\ one.
SF501 IN t hum]
to (PIlL’ It’s all right.
Bit [5 [still to Ross F L\cr’pt 1)11. probabl.
ROSS Jesus! Sick! \\ hat is it ...c ontagious?
1602 E0’oRD .I.BEt.

BILL’i [cc)IlfZlsed] \Vhat? Is what?


MRTI\ [moles oter to corn tort BILLY] There was a man told me once—a
friend: we went to the same gym—he told me he had his kid Ofl his lap one
day—not even old enough to be a boy or a girl: a baby—and he had it
on his lap. and it was gurgling at him and making giggling sounds, and he
had it with his arms around it. [demonstrates] in his lap. shifting it a little
from side to side to make it happier. to make it giggle more and all at . . .

once he realized he was getting hard.


ioss Jesus!
BILL Oh my God
MARTIN that the baby in his lap was making him hard—not arousing
. . .

him; it wasn’t sexual, but it was happening.


noss Jesus!
MARTIN his dick was rising to the baby in his lap—his baby: his lap. .-\nd
. . .

when he realized what was happening. he thought he would die: his l)tilse
was going a mile a minute; his ears were ringing—loud! Very loutl And he
was going to faint; he knew it, and then the moment passed, and he knew
it had all been an accident, that it meant nothing—that nothing was , . .

connected to anything else. His wife came in; she smiled; he smiled and
handed her the baby. And that was it; it was over. [Shrugs. I Things happen.
Besides—I’m hysterical. Remember?
BOSS \‘hat are you doing? Defending yourself?! Jesus. \u’re sick.
MSRTIN Ico;ztemjt] Do you have any other words? Sick and Jesus? Is that au
you have?
BILLY [shy] Was it me? Was it me, Dad? Was the baby me?
MARTIN [to BiLLY ; after a pause; gently] Hush.
2O BILLY [almost frightened[ Was it?
MARrIN [turning to BOSS] So, what do you want here now, motherl nuker!?
Judas!?
BOSS Stevie called—what? An hour ago? More? She said you needed me;
she said to come over.
2 MARTIN I don’t! Get out! [Surprise] She called you?
ROSS Yes. [Shakes his head.] Getting hard with a baby! Is there anything von
people don’t get off’ on!?
BILLY [oiice more] Was it, Dad?
MARTIN [so clearly a lie; genth I Of course not, Bill. [To Ross; 111(01. e(’ 1101-
21) roii’iiig[ Is there anything “we people” don’t get off on? Is there an\ thing
anyone doesnt get off on, whether we admit it or not—vhet her ‘u 121,00 it
or not? Remember Saint Sebastian with all the arrow sshot into him I Ic -

prohahl came! (;od knows the faithful did! Shall I go on!? ‘0)11 want 11)
hear about the Cross!?
2-’ Bit I [quietli: siiiili;ztl \o. ol course it sasnt wasnt me ..

1iOSS [slwkiitg his heul; siiil, but with a hp curled] Sick; sick: sick.
SI\It[I\ lot ROSS iOtI in i0( ] Ill tcll sou what s SKI \\ rIIinL iii It flc

letter to Stevie—-wh doesn’t matter!!—that’s what’s sick! I tell mi IIh((iit it,

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I share it w tb you, the the


... whole awful
. . thing. heause I
..

think I \ e lost it, ma’, be. I tell on ‘ I %hure it ‘a ith you because \ ou’re
‘a hat!? iiure m best friend in the ‘a hole ‘a orld Because I needed to
tell co;nehoth. sonwbod ‘a ith his head on straight enough to hear it? I tell
ou, and you Inc lsn turn around and
ROSS I luiti to!!
IRI I’S \o Thu tlitlii t! oU didnt Jiaz’e to!
ROSS dogmatic I ou ldn’t let 01.1 COntiiiiit’
n rI (near tears I could ha e worked it out. I could has C stopped, mcl no
01W ‘a oiikl has c know ii. Ecept ou. motheruc.ker. \lister one strike
and
oure out. I could base
ROSS No! Thu cnuldnt!
i sR ri I could base worked it out! \nd now nothing can ci er be put back
together! ii er
BILl (tn ing to iic’ij Dad
SI 5111 i’c [sat age] mi shut up!
[BIt 1.5 U iIlces. SI 511115 reacts.

Oh. Cod! I’m sorr, [ia noss] ‘tes; all right, it it as sick, and es, it ntis
compu Isis e, and
Ross IS! Not ii’as’ IS!
515111 IN (stopped in hjs tracks I I. .I .

ROSS IS!
Si sit ii’.. [gathering himself I Is. \ll right. Is. Is sicl; is compulsive.
ROSS Lpushingl nd it was it rang.
515111I It was . it was
. ...what?
ROSS Wrong! Deepk. destructis ek it rong!
u sit ii’, \\ hates er son want. [Rage grmi ingi But I could have handled it!
‘lou didn’t hase to bring it all down! ‘iou didn’t hase to destroy 1)0th of
us;
you didn’t have to destro Stes ie, too!
oss s.Ie! Me bring you down!? This isn’t . emhez,lement, honey; this
. .

isn’t stealing from helpless widows; this isn’t going to w bores and coming
dossn with the clap, or whatever, you know. This isn’t the stuff that stops a
career in its tracks for a little while—humiliation, public remorse, and then
back up again. This is beiond that—u t beyond it! Thu go on and you’ll slip
one day. Sornebodsil see you. Somebodvll surprise ‘iou one da, in
‘a hates er barn WU put her in, no matter where wu put her. Somebod
‘II
see you, on your knees behind the damn animal; sour pants around your
ankles. Somebody will catch you at it.
nit LS Let him alone. For Cod’s sake, Ross
ROSS lint in BILLY olt; to sI SRTIs J Do sou know there arc prison terms for
this? Some states the kill you for it? Do you know what they’d do to you. The
press? Evershodv [)ossn it all comes—your career: sour life esersthtng.
. . .

[So cold, so rational] For fucking a goat.


I Shakes Ins head sadh ; liii I S is U c’eping qineth. I
SI SR Ii’s long pause] Is that what it is. then? That people will knott I? I hat
people will find out. 1 hat I can do whatever I want, and that s what mat
ters!? that people ill find out? Fuck the ...thmg itsc’lf E uck what it
iueans? 1 hat people will find out
ROSS ‘tour soul is sour own business. [he rest I can help wu with.
ni’ F 1i\\ kI’ SI II I

oti dont have imt’.


SI sni i Of course it’s niv business, anti clearly
Ross wild in iciest Oh?
ss hat we can get ass
515(11 IN So thats what it comes doss n to, eh?

ROSS Sure.
was
5I.SR (iN Oh, thanl (,od! Its so simple! I thought it
110111
loss, and it’s unIv abou t getti n in.
thought it had to do w ithi love and hen she
ss mug angel! Vs
\\ehh, Stevie and I hase been wrestling with the abou t w hat
her straight
comes back—-ij she comes back—I ‘II base to set s on his
pounding his hand
matters. Iizte,ist’; not looking iii ROSS or BIlLS;
ened !
knees perhtips} l)oes nohodr understand svhat happ
ROSS Oh, for Christ’s sake, lartin!
RI LLS Dad
\hv cant anyone understand this that I all
NIAIrlIN Ieiiing a 1iti1t
all iIoiw!
-\ silence, llien lie lU’Oi a sound at the
door,
BILLS Mom
BILLS ball. Go,ie.
goi,ii nib i/ic
don’t you
pause; to ROSS, beg giiig ‘lou do understand
ROSS long lbahice; shakes h,s head \o.
Sflvli is h;aignii a lt’ail goal. 1hie
joais iln-o,it is cut; the blood is don ii
Si L\ iFs dress, oh lie; ar,,o. She
slops.
Oh, m’, Cod.
SI RlIN \\hat have you done!?
Sn. i I Iere.
Bills lgenctahhj to no one, l’l J7leY’
; a (1111(1 i’leal Help. help.
ROSS Oh, m Cod.
Sl\I1ii\ lliOil’S tonti,d
s rLs IL.
\ ou done!?
SISR1 i \\ hat has e oti done! Oh, in Cod, u hat have
ino,ne; it; ROSS IS Innhloi’Ii,’
RI! L\ is c;’;mg. Si ES ii regards
si\Iir i\) I a

; n’illioul t’ijiotion I went ss bert’ I;,ss hid


sn;s ii: tunis to /ace lnni; eI’enli
her. I brou ght her here
me I ss ould find sour friend. I found her. I killed
...

to you. Odd lilt!;’ question


\i \RIi\ i J1fl?iOnliLl er;j
I!
Vs hi are ou stirprised? \\ hat did oti espeet
me to do
sos n
\\ hat did she do.? \\ hat did she eser do.’? Id sJi:s ii
Sisli (IN en ini
SOn: sl;,;i did she c er do!?
Si E\ii jl,lilSe: ;fuiebll I She used son son s,;s. \s macis as I do,
...

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