new scene, 1st draft as always

11


(DR. X exits. The CRIMEFIGHTERS and LISA arrive at the slain couple. It is a crime scene now. They all put on rubber gloves as they enter. The dummies of the previous scene are replaced by CARSON and ED.)

SALLY
Welcome to your first crime scene.

LISA
It’s – not like I thought.

SALLY
It never is.

JAZMIN
Dr. X entered through the window as is his custom. He stood here.

NINA
I’m standing where Dr. X stood. I’m breathing the same air. It feels—I don’t know. I feel alive.

JAZMIN
The doctor is efficient. I’ll say that. Comes in. Kills ‘em. Goes out.

NINA
It makes me shiver.

SALLY
Any clues?

JAZMIN
Nothing.

LISA
(standing over the dead couple
Look at his eyelashes. He reminds me of—

JAZMIN
Who?

LISA
No one. Never mind. I shouldn’t think of it anyway.

NINA
You can’t help what you think.

LISA
Can’t I?

SALLY
Get some carpet samples.

NINA
I’ll take samples of where I’m standing.

JAZMIN
I have a sink full of dishes at home. Why do I always think of that at a crime scene?

SALLY
I always think of the Commissioner.

NINA
I think of nothing but Dr. X.

LISA
They were very much in love.

(The CRIMEFIGHTERS gather around the dead bodies.)

SALLY
They were?

JAZMIN
Were they?

LISA
The way they’re holding each other.

NINA
I don’t see it.

LISA
Look how close they were. Breathing on each other until they stopped. Oh, yeah, there is no doubt. They were very much in love.

(A flashback: The couple, ED and CARSON, come alive. CARSON in bed. ED moving around.)

CARSON
Come to bed.

ED
I’m coming.

CARSON
Did you lock the window?

ED
Yesss. I always lock the window.

CARSON
Did you lock the window tonight?

ED
I said I locked the window.

CARSON
Ok. Ok. Don’t get bent out of shape.

ED
I’m not.

CARSON
Are you sure I’m the one you want to spend the rest of your life with?

ED
I’m sure.

CARSON
Are you sure you’re sure?

ED
Yes.

CARSON
I’m sure too.

ED
Let’s go to sleep.

CARSON
Ok. Hold me.

(They hold one another.)

CARSON
Our life is good.

ED
I think so.

CARSON
Me too.

ED
You were really good at Trivial Pursuit tonight.

(But CARSON is asleep. ED closes his eyes. Light shift. They are dead again. The CRIMEFIGHTERS and LISA sigh.)

LISA
It makes you think.

SALLY and JAZMIN
Yeah.

LISA
Oh, well.

NINA
What’s wrong with me? I don’t feel anything.

SALLY
Why did I ever break it off with the Commissioner?

NINA
I think I don’t feel anything.

LISA
I think I’m going to cry.

JAZMIN
I’m going to be late to my date. But I ran out of fabric softener. Should I go get the fabric softener and be a little later and then carry it around on the date? Or should I just go without it and have clothes that aren’t as soft?

LISA
I can’t stand this.

NINA
Does Dr. X hate love? I think I hate love to. Do I? Is that possible? I am just like the Doctor, deep down or even on the surface too? I look at them and I don’t care. I am empty.

SALLY
I think I’m going to call the Commissioner and say we should give it another shot.

LISA
I got to go.

JAZMIN
Are you going?

LISA
I got to go. I can’t wait another second. I’m sorry. I have to go.

(The CRIMEFIGHTERS watch her go.)

JAZMIN
Where are the body bags? I can’t look at these anymore.

two more explanations of WGA strike

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzRHlpEmr0w

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8a37uqd5vTw

The other side is really unsupportable, isn't it?

more on Isherwood, thanks to JJW for pointing it out

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robbie-baitz/all-the-views-fit-to-prin_b_72637.html

open letter to the internet and those who try to push it on me

Stop making new funny/interesting/important videos available on
youtube. I can't watch them at work and I won't watch them at home.

Sincerely,
Adam

P.S. Same thing with podcasts.

Local Story by Kristen Palmer in L.A.

Tickets now available:

http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/24219

The most important question of our times

Do you own all of my published work?

http://www.amazon.com/by-Adam-Szymkowicz/lm/R3K2ERA2M01VQ1/ref=cm_lmt_dtpa_f_1_rdssss2/105-7949491-4188433?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=listmania-center&pf_rd_r=17PM0RSTW3X5BGFXZCD2&pf_rd_t=201&pf_rd_p=253462201&pf_rd_i=0822221365

free music from genius Kyle Jarrow and his friend who I don't know

http://www.hoteluniverse.org/krakow.html

insight from Marisa

But writers today may see no benefit in continuing to fail toward success as playwrights when an easy living as a writer on a television series seems within reach. Young writers who win some acclaim for a first or second play will probably continue to head west before they have had time to develop, which means the theater is potentially losing important voices before they mature. -Charles Isherwood I read a fair number of NY Times reviews, and it's no secret to the theatre blogging community that Charles Isherwood isn't, exactly, the most supportive of critical voices in the realm of new plays and new/young playwrights. I can't defend the validity of his criticism first hand (I'm not seeing those productions), but you have to acknowledge the culpability of the NY Times of driving talented young writers into the warm and moneyed embrace of acceptance and a fat paycheck on the other coast.

blog of note from Callie

I’ve come to realize as an artist, my brain is frequently negotiating its way around impulses and ideas that are difficult to articulate, but that there is something gained in the attempt at articulation. And the more I engage publicly in discussions on the big issues, the more I am convinced that a hesitancy to and even lack of skill in contributing to these conversations is one of the main reasons women are not produced more. and But back to women playwrights in general. The hopeful thing is, there is much ground to be gained and so we can steer the discussion. We have reviewers at the New Yorker and the New York Times taking women like Theresa Rebeck to task for writing watered-down Mamet. As a woman audience member, I was struck by the deft way she threw light on the complexities of female family relationships and obligations in caring for elderly parents in MAURITIUS. Rebeck hit such perfect notes of the sacrifice and despair and fear and entitlement and resentment shared by the sisters in the play. Not one male reviewer parsed those issues out of her play.

support the Writers Guild, Sign the petition

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meme

Joshua tagged me on this: “Find a song that inspires you to write something, whether it gives you an idea for a script or just puts you into a better frame of mind. AND/OR (don’t you love choices) peek into the lyrics and find a stanza that sums up the theme of whatever script you’re working on. It’s quite uncanny how the two circumstances go together. If possible, post a video of the song to really get people into the mood. (Yep, I’m aware of the irony of using Internet clips during the pissing contest. I like irony as much as bitchiness.)” I'm going to go with what I'm writing currently (Open Heart) and the Song The Damage in your Heart by Weezer. Hear it here. One more time I have crossed the line Now you won't be mine Anymore. One more dream Vanished up in smoke Now I have no hope Anymore. Let it go The damage in your heart Let it go The damage in your heart I can't tell you how the words have made me feel I can't tell you how the words have made me feel the rest of the lyrics here. K always makes a mix cd for her cast to give them source info for the play they're working on. It's a cool practice. I think if I did that however, they may not understand why I choose the songs I choose. Of course, this one is obvious. Also, except that the play is literally about hearts, these lyrics are pretty much thematically related to every play I've ever written. Almost. or at the very least, the ones i like most. I also like Paul Simon a lot. and I've written a lot while listening to the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, especially in the first 5 years of writing. also there is this. music by isaac butler, lyrics by me.

and

Go see 1001. If you miss it, you will regret it.

stagehands strike

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/10/theater/10cnd-theater.html?_r=2&hp&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

new scene, first draft as always

9 (NINA and LISA scour the streets in full Crimefighter getup. Normal city noises.) LISA There aren’t any accidents. NINA What? LISA No one is shouting at me. NINA Why would they shout at you? LISA Right. I mean I guess it’s this mask. They think I’m one of you. So they look but they don’t stare. They don’t run red lights or walk into passerbys. Because I’m a known quantity now. A Crimefighter. I can protect them. NINA Yes. LISA It feels great. I feel free. No one told me being anonymous was so much fun. NINA It’s one of the secrets of being a crimefighting hero. LISA What are the other secrets? NINA Oh, you’ll learn soon enough. Lots of free drinks. Cutting in line at the movies. LISA That already happens to me. NINA Oh. LISA But now it will be because of what I do instead of what I look like. NINA Oh. LISA No more men for me. NINA No? LISA How do you do it? NINA Oh, you get used to it. LISA I mean, there have been men? NINA Oh, sure. Sure. Well, no. Not in a long time. And honestly, I don’t miss it. Or rather, the job has taken over for providing me with that excitement. And there’s nothing that beats crimefighting. I don’t care what kind of sex you’ve had. LISA I’ve had lots of kinds. NINA We all have. Well, I haven’t, but you can’t go by me. I mean actually, the thing about me is, and please don’t say anything to the others— LISA I won’t. NINA The thing is, ever since my run in with Dr. X, well, it’s all I can think about. I can’t stop thinking about the doctor. Day and night. When I’m brushing my teeth. Even when—you know. LISA Oh. NINA Dr. X is just so exciting. And wrong. So exciting and wrong. I think the other girls have an inkling. Because I—I let him get away. I didn’t mean to. I paused. If you know me, you know I’m not someone who ever pauses. I run into any situation, burning building, shark infested pool without a thought. But I saw Dr. X and I paused, to the point of stopping even. And it was not revulsion I was feeling. Well, it was, but it was mixed with something else potent. I’m not sure what. They should bottle it if they could ever find a way to collect it. They’d make millions. LISA Who? NINA Exactly. (DR. X enters here as NINA’s memory and they look at each other.) NINA Just stood there, looking at me, with a doctor’s bag and a syringe. Dr. X showed no remorse. Remorseless. Soulless maybe. And it took my breath away. I’m terrified of what might happen the next time I run into the doctor. You have to be ready at all times to kill if necessary. But when I think—I’m not sure I could do it in this case. I dread our next meeting and at the same time I look forward to it more than anything in my entire life. You know what I mean? LISA Yes.

what's going on with isaac

go here to listen to the song isaac wrote, lyrics by me.

http://parabasis.typepad.com/blog/2007/11/whats-goin-on.html