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Scene II
GIRL, ALIEN and LUCKY STRIKE are sitting in a comfortable but not-very-expensive living room. It is dusty and there’s a mirror on the wall. A Cell phone rings

Girl: (trying to reach her cell phone from under the sofa): I wonder who that is. I bet it’s someone who ca-
(pause)
(she sighs)
Alien: Who is it? Tell me tell me.
Girl: It’s her.
Alien: Who?
Girl: The Whore!
Alien: Oops- you’re not going to answer, are you?
(pause)
I don’t think you should.
(Lucky Strike laughs)
Girl: It stopped-
Alien: So, yah, what were we talking about?
Lucky: (Looks right, then looks left right to Girl, tilts his head right): Ahmmm-
Girl (Aside): Why is he trying to start a conversation when he knows I do not really want to talk. Sometimes I really don’t understand this guy.

Cell phone rings again.
Girl: OK, I am going to answer this time.
Alien: What the hell?
Lucky: It’s that bad?

Girl: (presses on the phone then) Hello, yah I have been alright. How are you? What? Oh, you mean that.

She walks out of the room, Alien and Lucky are following her with their eyes.

Lucky: She seems so pissed. I don’t know if it’s me. I hate it when people don’t feel comfortable around me.
Alien: She is O.K. You’re just a bit paranoid about people not liking your company.
Lucky: Everyone loves my company because I am entertaining.
Alien: (laughs) It’s true. (Aside) But it loses half the meaning when you say it yourself.
Did you see the picture that I took of the Whore?
Lucky: Yah, it was nice. It’s more of fashion portraits. You used to take pictures of sadder but deeper things and suddenly you’re just like-
Alien: Yah-
Lucky: Like, taking pictures of those who look cool and fashionable. Sometimes I don’t know how it works inside your head man.
Alien: Me neither

They laugh

Alien: I wonder what the hell that whore is asking her to do.
Lucky: why did you call her that?
Alien: because she is!
Lucky: (More to Nonchalant than curious)What happened?
Alien: Didn’t I tell you?
(pause)
She -
Girl: uhhhhh! Finally! Why the hell does she keep calling me?
Lucky: You probably don’t show her that you don’t like her enough. Maybe you should go like: Hi, fuck off and get the hell out of my face. Or like: No, thanks, I am not interested in becoming a member of a whorehouse.
Girl: (laughs a bit bitterly, and shakes her shoulders) Whatever.
(pause)
She lights a cigarette, looks at the table next to her. She scratches her head.
(to Alien) Would you get me that ashtray there?

Alien gets up to get the ashtray from a small table in the corner. He catches it then it falls, he gets it from on the ground. He then puts it on the table next to the Girl.

Girl: (Putting the cigarette on the ashtray)Thanks.
(pause)
I never noticed that flag there you have, why do you have that?
Lucky: It’s not mine, it’s for a friend who wanted to go to the match.
Girl: It’s so crowded in there, I bet.
Lucky (laughs, lights a cigarette) Well duhhh! They say that masses are getting more civilized at that stadium.
Girl: (her eyes get a bit wider) I bet it’s definite that you’ll see there someone you know…merely by chance.
Alien: Yah, but that’s not why you go to the stadium anyway. You go to watch the ball not the people.
Girl: I’d go to watch the people!
(pause)
She smokes then looks at Alien.
Girl: What’s a place where you can see people you know and get to know new people?
Lucky: Hell.

Alien, Lucky laugh. Girl smiles.

Girl: No, really!
Alien: I don’t know.
Girl: I wish that place existed
Alien: That would be boring.
Lucky: You say that because there are so many people that you know but do not like, smile at but do not find cheerful. That’s why you wouldn’t want to meet people you know.
Alien: Yes, probably.
(pause)
Girl: It’s time to go.
Alien: Cant we stay a bit more?
Girl: I have to go if you want to stay you can stay.
Alien: No, it’s OK. I’ll go with you.

He comes to sit next to her to get his shoes from under the sofa, she gets up.

Girl: I’m gonna go get my shoes from there.

She goes and picks up shoes. She comes back and sits in a chair. She ties her shoes.

Description
Scene II
GIRL, ALIEN and LUCKY STRIKE are sitting in a comfortable but not-very-expensive living room. It is dusty and there’s a mirror on the wall. A Cell phone rings

Girl: (trying to reach her cell phone from under the sofa): I wonder who that is. I bet it’s someone who ca-
(pause)
(she sighs)
Alien: Who is it? Tell me tell me.
Girl: It’s her.
Alien: Who?
Girl: The Whore!
Alien: Oops- you’re not going to answer, are you?
(pause)
I don’t think you should.
(Lucky Strike laughs)
Girl: It stopped-
Alien: So, yah, what were we talking about?
Lucky: (Looks right, then looks left right to Girl, tilts his head right): Ahmmm-
Girl (Aside): Why is he trying to start a conversation when he knows I do not really want to talk. Sometimes I really don’t understand this guy.

Cell phone rings again.
Girl: OK, I am going to answer this time.
Alien: What the hell?
Lucky: It’s that bad?

Girl: (presses on the phone then) Hello, yah I have been alright. How are you? What? Oh, you mean that.

She walks out of the room, Alien and Lucky are following her with their eyes.

Lucky: She seems so pissed. I don’t know if it’s me. I hate it when people don’t feel comfortable around me.
Alien: She is O.K. You’re just a bit paranoid about people not liking your company.
Lucky: Everyone loves my company because I am entertaining.
Alien: (laughs) It’s true. (Aside) But it loses half the meaning when you say it yourself.
Did you see the picture that I took of the Whore?
Lucky: Yah, it was nice. It’s more of fashion portraits. You used to take pictures of sadder but deeper things and suddenly you’re just like-
Alien: Yah-
Lucky: Like, taking pictures of those who look cool and fashionable. Sometimes I don’t know how it works inside your head man.
Alien: Me neither

They laugh

Alien: I wonder what the hell that whore is asking her to do.
Lucky: why did you call her that?
Alien: because she is!
Lucky: (More to Nonchalant than curious)What happened?
Alien: Didn’t I tell you?
(pause)
She -
Girl: uhhhhh! Finally! Why the hell does she keep calling me?
Lucky: You probably don’t show her that you don’t like her enough. Maybe you should go like: Hi, fuck off and get the hell out of my face. Or like: No, thanks, I am not interested in becoming a member of a whorehouse.
Girl: (laughs a bit bitterly, and shakes her shoulders) Whatever.
(pause)
She lights a cigarette, looks at the table next to her. She scratches her head.
(to Alien) Would you get me that ashtray there?

Alien gets up to get the ashtray from a small table in the corner. He catches it then it falls, he gets it from on the ground. He then puts it on the table next to the Girl.

Girl: (Putting the cigarette on the ashtray)Thanks.
(pause)
I never noticed that flag there you have, why do you have that?
Lucky: It’s not mine, it’s for a friend who wanted to go to the match.
Girl: It’s so crowded in there, I bet.
Lucky (laughs, lights a cigarette) Well duhhh! They say that masses are getting more civilized at that stadium.
Girl: (her eyes get a bit wider) I bet it’s definite that you’ll see there someone you know…merely by chance.
Alien: Yah, but that’s not why you go to the stadium anyway. You go to watch the ball not the people.
Girl: I’d go to watch the people!
(pause)
She smokes then looks at Alien.
Girl: What’s a place where you can see people you know and get to know new people?
Lucky: Hell.

Alien, Lucky laugh. Girl smiles.

Girl: No, really!
Alien: I don’t know.
Girl: I wish that place existed
Alien: That would be boring.
Lucky: You say that because there are so many people that you know but do not like, smile at but do not find cheerful. That’s why you wouldn’t want to meet people you know.
Alien: Yes, probably.
(pause)
Girl: It’s time to go.
Alien: Cant we stay a bit more?
Girl: I have to go if you want to stay you can stay.
Alien: No, it’s OK. I’ll go with you.

He comes to sit next to her to get his shoes from under the sofa, she gets up.

Girl: I’m gonna go get my shoes from there.

She goes and picks up shoes. She comes back and sits in a chair. She ties her shoes.