INT. PROPANE LIGHT
You ready to go over the script?
So…. From the beginning?
Sure. “The Goddess and The
I read the goddess part?
Do I look like a suitable goddess?
Well….. That robe is festive.
You could be a kind of goddess…
And I could be “GENIUS”, couldn’t
Of course, “I am she”
And I could be, you’re right, but
I’m thinking of you for the Goddess
part. That’s why I flew you all
the way up here.
Do I look like a suitable goddess?
No. Not yet.
So… I look like…. what?
You will. Come on, read the
But, I don’t look like a goddess…
You’re still becoming.
Becoming… you’re in transition.
You’re in crisis. You’re becoming.
The character…. right?
Not just that…. When you’re done
becoming, you’ll be believable as a
goddess. Becoming makes you fully,
Okay………. Do you think I look
like a genius more than you look
like a genius? I do.
Little jab there? I’m… becoming.
Let’s read through this thing.
(they sit for cold reading
I’m…. becoming ready.
What!! Where did you–
— You think you’re so smart. They
keep telling you that you’re
special and you’re stupid enough to
believe them? Now, that doesn’t
make you look smart to me.
How did you get in here? Where did
you come from?
Where do you think I came from?
I don’t want to think — please,
don’t hurt me, okay?
Why would I hurt you? You’re the
reason I’m here. And I’m certainly
not happy that you don’t want to
I CAN’T think anymore. That’s all
I do… I can’t figure it out. I
used to be a…. bona fide genius.
I rode my bicycle to teach. I hid
myself in the crowd, happy to be
unknown, but then I did a
summersault flip on the bicycle,
oops, boom! — planted my face into
the pavement and I haven’t been the
same ever since. I can feel myself
struggling to understand. I don’t
understand how you got here. I’ve
wanted you here. I wished you
I’ve dreamed that a woman would
come through that door, in the dark
of night, somehow, here, on this
island, out of nowhere, in the
middle of nowhere — would come to
save me, come to rescue me, come to
make me whole again. Is it you? Did
you come to save me?
Of course, my dear. I’ve been so
worried about you.
You know of me?
Of course, Of course, they won’t
admit it, wouldn’t admit it, but
EVERYONE knows about you… They
whisper in awe and jealousy about
how strange you are and how lonely
it must be to be such a great
thinker, such a genius. They walk
by your windows, hear your cries
and your anguish soothes them.
“Maybe insight is torture” they
think to themselves. Maybe it’s
better to be ignorant. They hurry
home to a warm hearth and warm
I’ve watched you from afar.
Watched you create universe upon
universe of love and understanding.
Galaxies spin because your mind
wills them to and you…. you hide
out here with no one to love you,
letting the breeze heal you,
talking to the trees and earth,
letting loneliness caress and sooth
How DID you get here?
I’ve been wanting to see you.
We’re on an ISLAND. How did you
get here? Are you visiting one of
the other camps?
You’d like that, wouldn’t you.
You’ve spent your whole life
fantasizing about a beautiful woman
who steals in here at night and
WANTS you. I know…. I know.
I never told anyone about that–
So, when we do this. I’m going to
have to act sexy or floatey or
sleazy or what? I’m a little
confused. Am I actually a goddess?
Not yet. You’re the sexy woman who
has come to fulfill his fantasy —
Uhhhh. That’s what folks SAID you’d
be wanting when I told them I was
coming here to be with you. They
all say, it’s about the casting
couch, not who you know but who you
— you know. That isn’t what we’re
doing here is it?
My lady was worried too. I
promised her there would be no sex
between us, that we are just
working the script.
Is that how it usually works,
though? Director and Goddess —
— There is a tradition of
directors and their lead actors or
actresses having sex. A long
So, you’re a liar to your lady and
that’s what you really want from
I want you to become a goddess who
loves me. That’s all.
You know I’m not interested in
that. I told you I wasn’t
interested in anything like that.
I will not have sex with you, okay?
I don’t want you to. I want you to
become a goddess and love me in the
movie. I want to heat up the
screen. I want to become a genius
for you, a mind you can love not a
body to play with. I can have sex,
whenever I want to. You’re too
special to spoil with sex, don’t
That sounds like bull shit. You’re
so special. I’m special. We’re
special. I call bull shit.
A little bit. Bull fart, at least.
No. I really made a promise and I
like to keep my word. You couldn’t
get me to have sex with you if you
begged me. You couldn’t get me to
give you THAT if you did the dance
of the seven veils. You couldn’t
ACT enough like you want sex with
me to make me even CONSIDER it. I
promised not to do it and you can’t
make me. Okay?
wrong, by the way.
No. You couldn’t.
Bet you the role I’m reading for
that by the end of the evening I’ll
have you begging to be with me.
Bet. I want to be a goddess. I
want to be YOUR goddess. I want to
be the goddess to your genius. You
wrote the part of genius for you to
play and direct?
You’ve got some becoming to do,
before you can be a goddess.
You’ve got a lot of becoming to do
to be genius, visionary and
director, too. Why don’t you just
stick to what you’re–
–It’s my show.
Bet me. I won’t let you have sex
with me. I just want us to bet
that I can make you want it, beg
for it even.
You’re going to act out the casting
couch scene to convince me you’re
suitable for the part? Isn’t that
the scam I’M supposed to be trying
(sulking and miffed)
You’re no fun. I could really
prove something to you if you make
the bet. Just give me permission,
okay? Set me loose. Let me be free
You can do whatever you want. I
just know you’ll lose the bet so I
don’t want you to waste your
efforts. I don’t want to bet.
You’re not gay are you?
I don’t want to bet. I don’t have
anything I want from you ………
but …… I do want to know why.
Why you wouldn’t have sex with me
if that was what this weekend was
….. Why? Why would I? Why would
I ever? Why don’t I want to have
sex with you?
Honestly. No bull shit. Really,
I caaaaan’t. I–
You won’t get the part if I don’t
believe you’re answering honestly.
Don’t make me do this, okay?
Now, I really, REALLY want to hear
When I was five years old I was a
part of a group of disadvantaged
kids who had the opportunity to do
a play at Rice University. My
father had just died. My
grandmother was raising me. Our
toilet didn’t work. We had no hot
water for years. The gas stove had
no gas because the gas line was
broken. We cooked on a hot plate.
We flushed the toilet with water
that came from a hose that was run
through a crack in the window.
Nothing was getting fixed. Nothing
was fixable. Grandma and I lived
in the one room in the house that
we could keep cool or warm. There
was a theater program with The
People’s Workshop that grandma got
me into that Summer, so she could
have a break from taking care of
Oh my oh my, even the rehearsal
studio was air conditioned. The
building was all fixed up and, when
the lights came on and walls
started to glow, it became a
magical land of breath-taking
beauty. There, in charge of
everyone and everything — there,
creating art from the movements and
sounds and emotions we made up just
to impress him was, well, you know
who — there was you. I’m an
actress because of that Summer.
I’m a great actress because, even
at five years old, I understood
what you were doing, making
beautiful life out of horrific
mess, making me dream of a world
that could be beautiful, giving me
hope that I could know a life with
flush toilets and gas stoves and a
daddy who cares what happens to me.
So, I’d do anything for you. What a
waste it would be if I didn’t
change your life, if I didn’t make
you an Oscar winner, if I didn’t
change EVERYTHING for you: What a
waste if I just opened up my legs:
What a waste if you never could
understand the depth of my love for
you, how grateful I am, What a
colossal waste just because all you
could touch was my skin, all you
could see was my face, all you
could know was my flesh.
Is that your audition monologue?
You do a contrasting character two
You did that show at Rice. I know
you remember it. I was hoping
you’d remember me.
So, you think I’d come visit you on
an island in the middle of miles of
water, knowing we’d be alone,
ignoring the warnings of my
friends, colleagues, and advisors
if I didn’t know, at your core, who
Frankly, my doe, I need you to KNOW
you can trust me. For us to do this
movie together, for you to be open
and intimate with the camera, you
have to know you can trust me
completely. If any actress that I
trust with my reputation wants to
impress me, she MUST come to
seclusion with me, she MUST open up
to me, she MUST make me….. trust
her … too.