Mother, May I Sleep with Danger? Page #3

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toil and trouble.

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

(rhythmic music plays)

Fillet of a fenny snake.

In the cauldron boil and bake.

Eye of newt and toe of frog.

Wool of bat and tongue of dog.

Adder's fork

and blind worm's sting.

Lizard's leg and owlet's wing.

For a charm of powerful trouble.

Like a hell-broth,

boil and bubble.

Double, double,

toil and trouble.

Fire burn....

Double, double,

toil and trouble.

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

By the pricking of my thumbs,

something wicked this way comes.

Open, locks, whoever knocks.

Like a hell-broth,

boil and bubble.

I did not direct that.

(chuckles)

(door opening)

(indistinct chatter)

Leah. Hey.

What are you still doing here?

(laughs nervously)

Can I walk you home?

No, I'm going

to meet someone.

I can't catch a break.

What do you mean?

What do I have to do, Leah?

You don't have

to do anything.

It's not about you.

Well, what is it?

Just tell me.

I'm in love with someone.

Who?

Is it that girl?

What?

I saw you kissing a girl

outside of your dorm.

D-do you like women?

Have you been

following me?

No, I'm not

following you.

Oh, you're a creep.

Hey, Leah!

Get off.

(wind blowing)

SHIRKE:

How's our little

newbie doing?

PEARL:

(exhales) I'm fine.

Still taking

your little photos?

Yes.

We're going

hunting tomorrow.

Be ready.

PEARL:

Mm-kay.

You're hungry,

aren't you?

Yes.

Good.

(wind blowing)

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

(phone buzzing)

(phone beeps)

Hello?

BOB:

Uh, hi, Ms. Lewisson?

Yes?

Hi, this is, uh, Bob Segal.

Oh, Bob. Hi.

What can I do for you?

Um...

Well, this is hard to say.

It's about Leah.

Oh, no.

Is this about that girl?

Oh, you know?

What, that Leah

has a girlfriend?

Yeah, I do.

But is... what is it?

Is something wrong with her?

Well, she's bad news,

Ms. Lewisson.

She's part of a bad crowd.

Like what?

Bob, is my daughter in danger?

Yeah, yeah. I'm in the play

with a few of her friends.

They seem like they're in

some really sketchy stuff.

Sketchy?

Like what?

I mean, they must be

into drugs or something.

She's really scaring me.

My God.

Okay, Bob, thank you very much

for telling me.

I have to go.

Okay.

MS. LEWISSON:

Leah.

Leah!

Yeah?

What the hell is going on?

What are you talking about?

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

You need to get

away from Pearl, now.

Leah, this isn't right.

What's not right?

That I care about her?

I know what is going on.

I know that she's bringing you

into this whole new world

of trouble.

Mom, you don't know crap.

Can you just stay

out of my business?

You are my business.

And I won't have you pulled

into some crazy sh*t!

Okay, Mom.

Go screw yourself.

I don't even

know why I tried

to tell you about any of this

in the first place.

Leah...

(door closes)

(insects trilling)

(phone beeps)

(line ringing)

(sighs)

Come on.

MAN:

Hello?

Hello. Uh, Professor Cardin?

Yes, this is he.

Hi, my name is Julie Lewisson.

And, uh, I'm actually calling

regarding one of your students.

Okay.

I know this might

sound weird, but I...

I just recently saw her work

and I was actually hoping

to buy some of her photography.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah. It's beautiful.

Um... Pearl Thompson.

Uh, I don't have any student

by that name.

Could she be listed

under a different name?

Um... no, I'm-I'm...

I'm sure she's a student there.

She practically

lives in the lab.

No, I'm sorry.

She's not a student here.

Are you sure?

I'm absolutely sure.

Is there anything else

I can help you with?

No, I'm...

I guess it was just my mistake.

Okay, uh...

thank you for your time,

Professor.

Oh, no problem.

Good night.

Good night.

The monster is often used

in horror films

and literature

to portray the "other."

The queer.

The queer that needs reforming.

Oh, my child

Oh, my child

Oh, my child

Oh, my child

The monster's victims

are not really victims,

but are hyper-exaggerated

examples

of virile, misguided

heterosexuality.

(chatter, laughter)

These monster characters,

the "other,"

are often excluded

from society.

He/she/it

are ostracized,

alone.

Oh, my child

Oh, my child

Oh, my child

Oh, my child

No.

(grunts)

Oh, my God...

(groans)

(grunts)

ROSS:

And so these monster stories

serve as homosexual metaphors,

with the monster character

portraying the "other"...

(whimpers)

...the queer symbol.

(whimpers)

(slurps)

What the...?

(grunts)

(hissing)

Shh.

Looks like it was

getting real romantic.

Yeah, real Casanova.

Oh... look at him.

Oh, he has to go

for drunk girls.

Yeah...

What's that all about, huh?

Oh, you're so cute.

(indistinct murmuring)

He looks so sad.

Mmm...

Why are you so sad?

(muffled breathing)

You really want

to kill yourself?

Oh, I'd hate myself,

too, if I were you.

(muffled screaming)

Ah, we wouldn't want

another college suicide.

(laughter)

Oh...

(muffled scream)

(sighs)

Oh, please... stop.

Stop, stop...

(party music playing)

GIRL:
Mandy?

Come on.

Let's go.

Mandy?

Where is she?

(girl screaming)

(screams echoing)

(door closes)

(metal clangs)

LEAH:

Come, ceiling night.

Scarf out the tender eye

of pitiful day

and with thy bloody

and invisible hand,

cancel and tear to pieces

that great bond

which keeps me pale.

Light thickens

and the crow

makes wing

to th' rooky wood.

Good things of day begin

to droop and drowse.

While night's black agents

to their preys do rouse.

(panting, moaning)

(door opens)

Mom...

(door closes)

I'm so sorry I missed dinner.

Rehearsal went

super late.

Were you with Pearl?

No, I was at rehearsal.

You can't see her anymore.

What are you talking about?

I forbid you to see her again.

Why?

Because she's a woman?

No, because she is dangerous.

Are you serious?

You don't even know her.

And I don't think

you know her, either.

I know her enough

to know that I love her.

Leah, if you see her again,

I will stop paying

for your school!

You know what?

You're just sad.

B*tch.

(door closes)

Call me blind

Call me stupid

Call me anything

that you want

But I feel like something good

is gonna come...

(both laughing)

When I'm high

When I'm loving

When I'm starting

to sing this song

Well, I feel

like something good

Is gonna come...

(chuckles)

Feel it flowing

As it starts

to take you over

Like the heat of the sun...

Yeah, I feel like

something good

Is on the way

And I know

that someone somewhere

Feels the same way

Yeah, I feel like

something good

Is on the way

And I know that someone

Somewhere feels the same

Won't you play

a game with me?

Hi, Pearl.

Hi.

Where have you been?

SONTE:
She's been busy

falling in love.

Where's your girlfriend?

SHIRKE:

You did turn her, right?

No, I didn't.

You're not actually

falling in love, are you?

No.

Then what's

taking so long?

She's waiting to turn

her one true love.

Is that what you're planning?

No, it is not my plan.

I'm going to do it tonight.

Okay?

I will do it tonight.

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