Bridie SST9 Second Draft

18 Jun

Again, apologies. This is still a massive mess that needs moulding and structuring. I have a fairly clear idea about what I want this to look and feel like. Still just trying to get some word vomit out to work from.

[RED WASH]
[SHADOWY CHARACTERS IN THE BACKGROUND, SHADOWS BEHIND SHEETS DOING SEXY DANCING]
[INTERMITTENT CREEPY GIGGLING]
[A MOUTH PROJECTED ONTO SCREEN BEHIND READING WORDS, BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK]
[LADY VOICEOVER]
Welcome.
To the most fun you’ve had since…
Never!
We’ve got women, beads and banners,
hot dogs, cold dogs.
We’re here to dazzle.
These lights, the stars, eyes so blue they stop your heart beat.
Look at the floats, look at them, wave to that lady.
She wants to touch you.
Put some money down boy.
More.
This place is for you.
This place is for all of us. Me and you.
Look how made up everything is
Just for you.
Butterflies who’ve exited their cocoons early
Just for you
Just to add some colour to your day.
Put some money down
We’ll triple it.
We’ll make you a rich man here.
Let that guard of yours down boy.
We aren’t talking
2cent slots any more boy
You’re a
BIG boy now guy,
hitting the big league now, honey.
Oh baby, you hit it.
You hit it gooood.
You’ve got luck on your side baby I can feel it.
I can’t believe it.
-Roulette ball clink-
I see it.
I ain’t ever seen a guy hit it like that before baby.
I ain’t ever seen it.
You are the man here.
Tell me you felt as good as you do now before honey.
You can’t.
You just can’t.
We’re rockin’ with you baby,
we want it from you.
You the man.
Woops.
Little slip up there baby but we got it,
we got it.
We’re with you.

[MALE CHARACTER ON STAGE, ISOLATED BY SPOTLIGHT]
The city was so beautiful
I’d have married her if I could.
If she were a person
She would have had thick thighs
That could crush you
and you’d love it.
With one flick of her hair she hypnotised,
impossible to ignore those bright lights
the eyes of the night,
the clink of martini glass,
the smell of twenties.
But nobody talks about it.
Round here.
Sat across from a smirking croupier
with just one chip left
flicking it around in hand
hoping it would magically turn from 50 cents
into a hundred dollars
a thousand dollars
ten thousand dollars
more, more, more.
But nobody talks about it.
Round here.
You’re sat at an empty table
smirking croup
the surface bears a green cloth
thick with grime.
Face value, this shit looks fresh.
Clean and crisp,
apart from an overlooked 5am coffee stain.
[EXTERNAL MAN VOICE, LIGHTS FLASH AS THIS IS SAID]
DO NOT PUT YOUR DRINK ON THE TABLE FOOL.
[END VOICE]
That cloth is thick with dirt.
When you scrape your nails across it,
across that empty chasm that once held your skyscraping
buildings of plastic chips,
you get the dirt underneath your fingertips
and you’ve never seen dirt so slimy
you have to scrape it out from under your fingernails
then scrub them
until the green darkness begins to fade
but when the dirt is gone
you still go back
you still go back
But nobody talks about it round here.
You still go back
to scrape the cloth
and outstretch your hands
to grasp at air
to light up a cigar
blow candyfloss smoke
into the face of the smarmy croup
until you’re left with the nub end
and the ball doesn’t roll
into the right number.

[LIGHTS DOWN]
[RED WASH]
[SHADOWS AND SHEETS AGAIN, MOVING MORE OUTSTRETCHED, MORE IN YOUR FACE, AGGRESSIVE]
[MALE MOUTH ON SCREEN, SCARS, CUTS, TATTOOS ON FACE]
[RASPY MALE VOICE]

So you think you’re a big man now guy
you think you can play us at our own game kid.
Nah
not here
not this.
This is not a game.
We will shoot you in the face.
I said this is not a game, boy.
We will shoot you in the face, guy.
[Pause]
Forget about her fella
she ain’t interested in you no more.
Where are those deep pockets now
MISTER BIG SHOT
Shit.
You owe me
big.

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