"Sophie Wright Place" by le Marquis Déjà Dû

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A true tale of those who prefer to air their dramas in public,
as witnessed by the Marquis Déjà Dû & Genevieve...


NOTE: Any resemblance to persons living or undead is probably spot-on. None of the Names have been changed as EVERYONE depicted here is a victim, and their innocence is not worth protecting.

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Half Moon Bar, corner of St. Mary and Sophie Wright Place, Lower Garden District, New Orleans, Louisiana. October evening, cool and breezy. LE MARQUIS DEJA DU (in black, T-shirt of Michaelangelo, long dark purple hair, a Tabasco bottle of absinthe sits in front of him) and GENEVIEVE (blonde bombshell in raver ensemble) sit at one table. Two female YUPPIES (do you really need a description?) at the next. MELODY (short, cute, extremely gothic, black and blond dyed hair in random patches), and DRAKE (strung out, rumpled hair, jagged sleeveless green shirt and threadbare jeans, like Joe Strummer in 'Mystery Train') at a third table. Occasionally, a cab passes and honks and waves to GENEVIEVE. A HEARSE is parked 50 yards down the block.

DRAKE:
[calmly with a southern twang, yet in malifescent tones]
Can I have my bike back?

MELODY:
[heatedly, reminiscent of Chloe Webb in 'Sid & Nancy',
screaming to carry two blocks]
FUCK NO! You haven't listened to me ALL DAY. You treat me like shit and ... fuckin' ... you fuckin' SUCK asswipe dickfuck!

DRAKE:
[still calmly, slight crescendo]
So I can't have my bike. Fine. Fine. I'll just go call the cops and tell them you're holding my property.

MELODY:
[gesticulating wildly]
OH FINE! Whatthefuckever! Call the cops, and I tell them you're fucked up and on DRUGS! "Oh, yah, officer, my boyfriend's got track marks all over his body, by the way!" WhaddyathinkofTHAT!? Huh? HA! FUCK!

DRAKE:
So you're not going to give me my bike. Fine. Fine. [mutter to self] Fuckin' bitch-hog. [exeunt into Half Moon. Returns a few moments later.]

MELODY:
Fuckin' FUCK!

DRAKE:
[aside to audience]
See what a fuckin' stupid cunt she is? She always does this. [To MELODY] I hate you.

MELODY:
Why wouldn't you LISTEN to me today when I was trying to tell you something! Fuckin' ... you never fuckin' LISTEN!

DRAKE:
Because you're stupid. I don't listen to you because you're stupid. You're a stupid fucking cunt.

MELODY:
I make ONE fuckin' mistake and you go OFF on me! I ask Bob to buy his own drink for a change and you fuckin' go bull ... uh ... bowl ... er ... BARLISTIC!

DRAKE:
Would you shut the fuck up? Do you think everyone on the fuckin' street wants to hear your crazy-ass whining?

MELODY:
FUCK you, Drake! Now I suppose you're going to beat me, huh? You wanna hit me? Huh, hot stuff? G'head! Come on! Hit me! C'mon, lover! Or maybe go break a window in *MY* house and ruin *MY* shit!?

DRAKE:
Uhh. No, actually. I just want my property. And I want you to go away.

MELODY:
Assfuck. [Tears emerge. They walk down the sidewalk away from audience.]

DRAKE:
[yelling extra loud, from afar, so the
audience doesn't miss a syallable]
***SHUT UP!***

MELODY:
[equally as loud]
Oh, *FUCK* your shut up bullshit, dickweed!

MARQUIS DEJA DU:
[to GENEVIEVE]
Wow! Good line! "Fuck your shut up bullshit dickweed." I'll have to remember that one.

GENEVIEVE:
That is pretty good, huh?

MARQUIS:
Remember how you were pissed that Melrose Place was canceled for stupid baseball tonight? Do you really NEED Melrose Place?

GENEVIEVE:
No, I guess you're right. Sophie Wright Place is good enough for me.

MARQUIS:
Is he really a junkie?

GENEVIEVE:
No. Shoots heroine about twice a year, that's all.

MARQUIS:
Does he really beat her?

GENEVIEVE:
Naw. Little slaps here and there. She slaps back, too. But it never gets too violent.

MARQUIS:
Just little action scenarios to break up the monotony of their endless soliloquies and stunted dialogue, eh?

GENEVIEVE:
Huh?

MARQUIS:
Nevermind. Oh! Here come the cops.

[Two COPS enter Stage Right.]

COP #1:
[to GENEVIEVE & MARQUIS]
Where's the trouble at?

GENEVIEVE:
[pointing down street]
There. They've settled it though.

YUPPIE #1:
No they haven't! I think he's going to beat her! Oh my GOD!

MARQUIS:
[to YUPPIES]
And this would be a bad thing? Anyway, she pulled that line about beating her out of the blue, an obvious suggestive ploy to her partner on where the scene should go next.

YUPPIE #2:
Huh?

MARQUIS:
Nevermind.

COP #2:
[to COP #1, looking down street toward MELODY & DRAKE]
Them again?

[COPS go speak to MELODY & DRAKE for a moment, then exeunt. A potentially Chekhovian moment has been thwarted.]

MARQUIS:
[as MELODY & DRAKE return to stage]
ANTICLIMAX!

GENEVIEVE:
[snorts]

[MELODY & DRAKE take their seats at their table]

MELODY:
[continuing offstage conversation]
... oh, yah, one THIRD of all you make a MONTH goes to the little bit of RENT you pay! You're a fuckin' junkie-fuck loser, DRAKE! *GOD*! Why do you do this to me? Why to you purposely aggravate me at every ... uhh ... turn?

DRAKE:
[mumbling]
shut up...

MELODY:
[with an alarming abundance of volume]
***NOOOOOO, I WILL NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKWAD!****

DRAKE:
[louder]
You're a cunt, you know that? A real stinky cunt. [aside to audience:] She's such a cunt!

MELODY:
Oh, *I'M* a cunt. Fine, fine. *I'M* a cunt. [Sits, stews, stands] That's it. I'm outta here. [MELODY walks away from the bar, toward her HEARSE. Pauses, turns, walks back towards the bar, circles her table once, then approaches the table of MARQUIS and GENEVIEVE.]

MELODY:
Mind if I sit here, Gen and -- whateveryournameis?

[GENEVIEVE and MARQUIS motion acquiescence as tiny bursts of giggles escape their contorted faces.]

MELODY:
[sulking, to MARQUIS]
What was your name again?

MARQUIS:
Marquis.

MELODY:
Oh. Well. Hi.

MARQUIS:
[after a moment of silence, conversationally]
Nice night for it.

MELODY:
[snorts and gives a half smile, sardonically.
She appreciates the acknowledgement of her acting, but doesn't want to break character.]

[DRAKE, lonely and feeling the dramatic slump, comes to the table and sits]

MELODY:
[to DRAKE]
You're not invited at this table. I don't think these good people really want to hear your bullshit, Drake. [She questions MARQUIS & GENEVIEVE with a look]

[MARQUIS & GENEVIEVE motion for Drake to be seated. He SITS. She SCOWLS.]

MARQUIS:
We're going to hear it no matter what, I suspect.

MELODY:
[more quietly since her audience is closer now]
You're just a fuckin' junkie.

DRAKE:
[to GENEVIEVE, ignoring MELODY]
So how y'doin', Genevieve?

GENEVIEVE:
No talking directly to the audience.

[DRAKE looks confused]

MARQUIS:
[helpfully]
Fourth wall. Bad form to break it.

DRAKE:
[to MARQUIS]
Huh?

MARQUIS:
Nevermind.

DRAKE:
[after a pause, to MELODY, resuming]
So can I have my bike back now?

MELODY:
[softly, with tears]
All I ask Drake is that you be civil and treat me like a fuckin' human being once in a while. I house you. I feed you. And you won't even listen to me when I talk to you...

DRAKE:
But you never shut up.

MELODY:
[erupting with fire, stands. Her volume is up again]
*OH FINE!* Great. Just fuckin' great. Whatever! [She exits toward her hearse, down-stage. DRAKE follows soonafter.]

[A CABBIE drives up, honks, and waves to GENEVIEVE, who waves back, then he drives off.]

GENEVIEVE:
I wonder who that was.

[MELODY & DRAKE resume their original table. She is sobbing now. Great, thirsty gulps of air between sobs. These sounds continue quietly through the following dialogue:]

MARQUIS:
[to GENEVIEVE]
So how often?

GENEVIEVE:
[thinking it over]
Once a week? Sometimes twice? Four or five during Mardi Gras.

MARQUIS:
Hmm.

MELODY:
[screaming]
I FUCKIN' HATE ... YOU!!!! [chokes on a sob.]

[DRAKE stands, grabs hold of the back of her chair and pulls it out from under her. She falls to the concrete and under the table, emitting a truly pitiful, "Ow," accompanied with a sob. DRAKE approaches the MARQUIS' and GENEVIEVE's table and sits, saying nothing, glaring at the neon logo of the Half Moon Bar.]

MARQUIS:
[to GENEVIEVE, hissing like Laura Palmer]
FIRE, Walllllk Wittthhh Meeeeeee!

GENEVIEVE:
[yelling down the block]
GYPSY!

[DRAKE leaves, not having said a word.]

[Enter GYPSY, medium height, attractive, dark eyes, red lips and floral skirt, walking toward bus stop past Half Moon]

GYPSY:
[smiling, to MARQUIS & GENEVIEVE]
Hey.

MARQUIS:
Hey.

GYPSY:
Whatcha doin?

MARQUIS:
[motioning towards the other table -- MELODY still sitting under it,
sobbing, DRAKE squatting, speaking quietly to her]
Watchin' the show.

GYPSY:
They're at it again? [rolls her eyes.]

MARQUIS:
[to GENEVIEVE]
Ha!

GENEVIEVE:
[to GYPSY]
We call it "Sophie Wright Place".

GYPSY:
Sounds pretty random. Welp, I'm off to the Quarter. [Exeunt]

MARQUIS:
[to GYPSY]
Buh-bye.
[to GENEVIEVE, looking towards the crumpled MELODY:]
If she's truly a goth-girl, she's gonna nurse this wound for months. "Remember that time you beat me and threw me under the table?" God, what a victim.

GENEVIEVE:
[shouts down street]
SHAWN!

[Enter SHAWN from "White Zombie"]

SHAWN:
[to GENEVIEVE]
Hey.

GENEVIEVE:
This is the Marquis.

SHAWN:
[to MARQUIS]
Hey.

GENEVIEVE:
Whatchoo doin'?

SHAWN:
Meeting Leila here.

MARQUIS:
Leila from the Hideout?

GENEVIEVE:
Yah.

SHAWN:
What are you doing?

GENEVIEVE:
[motioning toward MELODY & DRAKE]:
Watchin' the show.

SHAWN:
[glancing over]
What, again? So soon?

GENEVIEVE:
[tosses a smile to MARQUIS]
See?

[MELODY & DRAKE go off to the hearse and she opens the back. He takes out his bike]

MARQUIS:
[to GENEVIEVE]
Oh, damn! Is he leaving? Is it over? What a cliffhanger!

GENEVIEVE:
No, he'll pedal around and harrass her for a while.

MARQUIS:
Oh, good.

[DRAKE pedals off. MELODY sits in the hearse.]

GENEVIEVE:
What's she doing?

MARQUIS:
Probably writing bad poetry.

GENEVIEVE:
[Reciting imaginary poetry]
My bike / my bike / my fucking bike / oh my goth / what a fine meth you've gotten me into now...

[Enter NICKEL BAG, skinny cute black girl in tiny blue cutoff jeans and a white midriff T-shirt.]

NICKEL BAG:
Genevieve! Babydoll! [they kiss]

GENEVIEVE:
Whatchoo up to, Nubian princess?

NICKEL BAG:
Lookin' for coke. Whatchoo doin'?

GENEVIEVE:
Watching Melody and Drake fight.

NICKEL BAG:
[rolling eyes]
Those two.

[CURTAIN]


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please check his Bio on the Editors Page.