Saturday, June 14, 2014

Leaving Rhode Island: Mumbai



(LEXI is sitting in the waiting room of a hospital in Mumbai.  ETHAN approaches and sits down next to her.)

ETHAN:  Of all the places in the world to give birth, you picked a hospital in Mumbai?

LEXI:  Excuse me?

ETHAN:  Just seems like an odd choice.

LEXI:  I’m not giving birth today.  My due date isn’t for—Who are you?

ETHAN:  I’m Ethan.  You’re Lexi, right?

LEXI:  Do I know you?

ETHAN:  Not yet.

LEXI:  I’m going to go back to eavesdropping on the nurses if that’s okay with you.

ETHAN:  I’m not from the future.

LEXI:  Sorry?

ETHAN:  If that’s what you were thinking, then don’t worry.  I’m not from the future.

LEXI:  Okay.

ETHAN:  This isn’t that kind of thing.

LEXI:  Well, I’m glad.  I’d hate to be trapped in an H.G. Wells novel.

ETHAN:  You’re from Rhode Island, right?

                (A beat.)

LEXI:  How did you?

ETHAN:  One of the Exiles?

LEXI:  I…Are you…?

ETHAN:  Yes.

LEXI:  Oh.  I’m…Hi.

ETHAN:  Isn’t it funny?

LEXI:  Isn’t what funny?

ETHAN:  That you trust me now.  Just because we’re both from the same place and the same set of circumstances.  It’s funny, isn’t it?

LEXI:  I wouldn’t say I trust you.  How did you know my name?

ETHAN:  I’m good at knowing things.

                (A beat.)

LEXI:  He’s coming early, isn’t he?

ETHAN:  She?  Yes.  She’s coming early.

LEXI:  Is she going to be--?

ETHAN:  That I don’t know.

LEXI:  Why would you not know that?

ETHAN:  It’s like fog.  You take a few steps and something reveals itself.  You take a few more steps and something else gets revealed.

LEXI:  So take a few more steps.  I need to know if she’s going to be okay.

ETHAN:  Why on earth would you come to Mumbai?

LEXI:  You don’t know the answer to that either?

ETHAN:  For some reason, I seem very focused on your daughter.  She must be important.

LEXI:  Maybe she’s going to defeat the Terminator.

ETHAN:  Maybe she’s the Anti-Christ.

LEXI:  Well her father is the Devil, so it wouldn’t surprise me.

ETHAN:  Really?

LEXI:  I’m speaking figuratively.

ETHAN:  Oh.

LEXI:  I’m in Mumbai because this is where he left me.  My husband.  In Mumbai.  He was here on a fellowship and then one day he was just…gone.  I hate it here.

ETHAN:  So go home.

LEXI:  I can’t go home.

ETHAN:  Didn’t you get the letter?

LEXI:  Yes, I got the letter, but I still can’t go home.

ETHAN:  Why not?

LEXI:  Because I made this big scene when I left.  My mother told me that my husband was going to leave me, and he did.  So now I have to stay here until I can figure out a way to fictitiously kill him off without anybody asking too many questions.

ETHAN:  And what are you going to tell your child?

LEXI:  That she should never trust men.

ETHAN:  I mean about her father.

LEXI:  Right now I’m in the thick of the fog.  Nothing is visible.  I can’t even see what’s in front of me.

ETHAN:  I would get out of Mumbai.

LEXI:  Why?  Is something going to happen here?

ETHAN:  Here?  It’s hard to say.  It’s hard to say what’s going to happen because you are where you are, and what’s going to happen to you no matter where you are.

LEXI:  But something bad happens here?

ETHAN:  To you?  Yes.

LEXI:  Oh.

                (A beat.)

ETHAN:  You’re not going to leave, are you?

LEXI:  If I left then you wouldn’t have seen me here.

                (Slight pause.)
               
                So I guess now.

ETHAN:  The baby makes it out fine.

LEXI:  Maybe that’s why I stay.  Here, there’s a guarantee for her.  It might not be the same somewhere else.

                (A beat.)

But why are you here?

ETHAN:  I’m the Terminator.

                (A beat.)

LEXI:  I’m sorry?

ETHAN:  She’s going to kill me.  You’re baby.

LEXI:  But how do you—

ETHAN:  I don’t see it.  The fog.  But I hear things.  Rumblings.  Whispers.  She’s going to kill me—or try to at least.

LEXI:  I…I…

ETHAN:  I had to at least see you.  Before I made a decision about…what I was going to do.

LEXI:  I see.

                (A beat.)

When did you start having these—

ETHAN:  As soon as they exiled me.  Did you—

LEXI:  No.  Well…no.  Not if you don’t count pregnancy.

ETHAN:  Was there—I mean, you did have—

LEXI:  Oh—yes.  Trust me.  There’s nothing special about me.

ETHAN:  Well, there’d have to be.  Otherwise you wouldn’t be carrying her.

LEXI:  Do you know anything about her other than the fact that she’s going to try to kill you?

ETHAN:  No.

LEXI:  So maybe you just want to believe she’s important so that, conversely, you yourself can feel important.  Because only two important people could have their individual destinies be intertwined like that.

ETHAN:  Have you given any thought to the fact that I might want to kill you right now?  I mean, I pretty much insinuated that I came here to do that.

LEXI:  But you haven’t done it yet.

ETHAN:  Well, what do you expect me to do?  Strangle you to death right here in the waiting room?

LEXI:  Do you expect me to leave with you and go somewhere else so you can strangle me?

ETHAN:  No.

                (A beat.)

To be honest, I really didn’t think this through.

LEXI:  Are you planning on going back to Rhode Island—ever?

ETHAN:  I’m afraid if I do I won’t be able to see things anymore.  I have this idea of—of the fog clouding over me, surrounding me, almost—suffocating me.  All things become unknown and unknown forever.  Not being able to see in front of me—just like you.

LEXI:  You mean like a normal human being?

ETHAN:  Well—yeah.

LEXI:  Yeah, I guess that would be terrifying.

ETHAN:  I always thought they made me leave because they knew—about me, about—what I could do.  So I thought maybe all the people they kicked out where the same way.

LEXI:  Like the X-Men?

ETHAN:  Yeah.

LEXI:  I’m sorry I don’t fit into your…theory.

ETHAN:  No, it’s sort of comforting.  It makes me think it really was just random selection and I just happened to get thrown in with all the regular people.

LEXI:  It’s amazing.  The things you think are planned and the things you think are accidents.  You get older and you realize everything’s an accident—even the things that were planned.  It all turns out differently no matter what anybody does.

                (A beat.)

ETHAN:  May I?

                (He looks down at her stomach.)

LEXI:  It’s too soon.  You won’t feel anything.

                (He looks at her.)

                Sure.  Go ahead.  I mean, this is incredibly weird, but what the hell?

                (He puts his hand on her stomach.  He keeps it there for a moment.)

ETHAN:  I have no idea what I’m going to do.

LEXI:  Yeah, well—that makes two of us.

                (Lights.)

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