CAROL: She tried to
tell me she wasn’t talking shit. I was
like, Gurl, I hearrrrrd you.
LISA: Damn.
CAROL: She was like ‘How’d
you hear me? I was in San Diego.’ I said, ‘Bitch, I heard you in San Diego.’
LISA: She didn’t know
about your hearing?
CAROL: Nope. And I thought we were friends.
LISA: Even friends
gossip sometimes.
CAROL: Yeah, all my
friends, apparently.
LISA: Hey—
CAROL: Not you, not
you.
LISA: So you two are
done?
CAROL: With
Sheila? Hell yeah. She’s living in San Diego now anyway. What do I need to bother with her for?
LISA: I think you’re
a little too quick to cut people loose.
CAROL: If you’re
worried I heard what you said about my potato salad—
LISA: You were
listening to—
CAROL: It’s
fine. It wasn’t my best batch. I didn’t take it personally, okay?
LISA: Jesus, Carol.
CAROL: What?
LISA: You can’t just
eavesdrop like that.
CAROL: I can’t help
it!
LISA: All the people in
the world, and you just happened to be listening to what your best friend was
saying about your potato salad?
CAROL: The people I
know come through loud and clear.
Everybody else is just static.
LISA: You know, you
could put that skill to good use if you learned to weed out some of the helpful
stuff from the static.
CAROL: Like what?
LISA: Like terrorist
threats or whatever.
CAROL: Terrorist
threats? Lisa, I don’t need to be
listening to terrorists. I’m nervous
enough as it is with all these aliens flying over us.
LISA: You should help
out.
CAROL: Why? You think I can listen to the aliens too?
LISA: Have you tried?
CAROL: No, I haven’t
tried. I’ve been busy.
LISA: Doing what?
CAROL: Listening to
you bash my potato salad.
LISA: Come on, Carol.
CAROL: The government
has people who can do that kind of stuff.
They don’t need me putting my two cents in.
LISA: They’re saying
they do.
CAROL: Well, if
Sheila starts threatening the government, I’ll let them know.
LISA: You ever hear
about Rich?
CAROL: Yeah, I hear
he’s an asshole.
LISA: Carol—
CAROL: Lisa, I didn’t
listen to Rich when he was standing right in front of me. Why would I listen to him now?
LISA: Aren’t you
curious about where he is?
CAROL: I know where
he is.
LISA: You do?
CAROL: Well, I have a
general idea.
(A beat.)
LISA: Well?
CAROL: Why do you
care?
LISA: He’s my
brother. And he’s a good brother.
CAROL: Yeah, well, he’s
a lousy boyfriend.
LISA: Ex-boyfriend.
CAROL: Thanks for
that, Lisa.
LISA: If you knew
where he was, would you tell me?
CAROL: Gurl, I’d buy
you a plane ticket.
LISA: He’s not back
in Dallas, is he?
CAROL: He might be.
LISA: Carol—
CAROL: I’m not his
keeper, Carol.
LISA: No, but you’re
my friend.
CAROL: And as a
friend, let me just tell you that he’s involved with some stuff you don’t want
to be involved in.
LISA: Like what?
CAROL: Like some bad
shit.
LISA: So you have
been listening to him?
CAROL: Sometimes I
can’t help it.
LISA: I should do
something.
CAROL: Lisa—
LISA: Is it like what
happened the last time?
CAROL: It doesn’t sound
that bad.
LISA: Dammit, Carol—
CAROL: What are you
gonna do? You’re gonna go running off to
Texas like—
LISA: You know, if
you gave a damn about anybody, you’d understand why I can’t just…
(A beat.)
CAROL: Hey, I gave a
damn about him, all right?
LISA: I know.
CAROL: Yeah, but it’s
different for you.
LISA: It is.
CAROL: Then why don’t
you try listening to him all the time?
And listen to you talking about how I failed? And listen to every friend I have blaming me
for it.
LISA: Nobody’s
blaming you.
CAROL: I’m not
stupid, Lisa.
LISA: I never said—
CAROL: And I can hear
it, all right? I can hear it.
(A beat.)
LISA: I never said
you were to blame.
CAROL: What about
your Mom?
LISA: Well, my Mom’s
a bitch, so—
CAROL: It figures,
you know. He tried telling me, and I
couldn’t hear him.
LISA: None of us
could.
CAROL: Then he takes
off and…Suddenly I can hear miles and miles away. People, sounds, rain falling, stones going
across a lake, a fly buzzing around across the ocean, but…But when I close my
eyes and focus? All I can hear is him.
LISA: What about
right now?
CAROL: He’s sitting
on a bed in a motel room.
LISA: What a cliché.
CAROL: It’s not a bad
motel. It’s just…a motel.
LISA: What’s he
doing?
CAROL: He’s being
quiet.
LISA: That’s it?
CAROL: Yeah, he’s
just…kinda sitting.
LISA: So how can you
hear him?
CAROL: Sometimes the
sound right before the sound is louder than the sound itself.
LISA: How long has he
been sitting there?
CAROL: A long
time. And he’s going to keep sitting
there.
LISA: How do you
know?
CAROL: Because I don’t
hear anything coming for him. All I hear
is him waiting. Waiting on something
that’s never going to come.
(Lights.)
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