ANGELINA — ACT IX GET OUT OF MY NAME

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[ACT IX — GET OUT OF MY NAME]

[BLACKNESS.]

BOOM.

[WOMAN]
Angel.

[Silence.]

Don't get excited.

I'm not praying.

BOOM.

I'm talking
to the little bitch
inside my name.

[Long kick passage.]

Angel...

ina.

There you are.

[Pause.]

Poor thing.

I've kept you
locked up
for years.

BOOM.

Taught you lipstick.

Taught you money.

Taught you
how to smile
without meaning it.

BOOM.

How to be touched
without being reached.

[Silence.]

You learned fast.

[Distorted bass enters.]

But here's
what pisses me off.

You never left.

BOOM.

After him.

After the blood.

After every room.

Every stranger.

Every lie.

BOOM.

You stayed.

[Pause.]

Why?

[Silence.]

What are you
waiting for?

Salvation?

[She laughs.]

Wrong fucking woman.

BOOM.

Forgiveness?

From who?

God?

Him?

You?

[STOP.]

Me?

[Long silence.]

Oh...

fuck you.

[Kick returns.]

BOOM.

I survived.

BOOM.

I worked.

BOOM.

I fucked.

BOOM.

I lied.

BOOM.

I laughed.

BOOM.

I woke up
every fucking morning.

[Kick accelerates.]

And still
you sit inside my name...

waiting for me
to become good.

[DEAD STOP.]

I'm not good.

[Pause.]

I'm not evil either.

[BOOM.]

I'm hungry.

I'm jealous.

I'm generous.

I'm cruel.

I'm funny.

I'm scared.

I'm horny.

I'm tired.

I'm alive.

[BOOM.]

Isn't that enough?

[LONG DRUM-LED INSTRUMENTAL.]

[Kick and floor toms.
Distorted bass slowly joins.]

[WOMAN]
You know what?

I don't want
to be your angel.

[BOOM.]

And I don't want
to be their whore.

[BOOM.]

Their victim.

[BOOM.]

Their fantasy.

[BOOM.]

His widow.

[BOOM.]

Your tragedy.

[Silence.]

I want my fucking name back.

[DOUBLE-KICK ERUPTS.]

ANGELINA!

[RIFF.]

ANGELINA!

[RIFF.]

Not angel.

Not sinner.

Not body.

Not story.

[BRUTAL DRUM/BASS BREAK.]

ME.

[Everything stops.]

[Breathing.]

But...

[Very quiet.]

if you're really
still in there...

[Pause.]

I'm sorry.

[Silence.]

Not for the sex.

Not for the money.

Not for surviving him.

Not even
for the lies.

[BOOM.]

I'm sorry
I hated you...

because you still
wanted tenderness.

[Long silence.]

I thought
that made us weak.

[One kick.]

BOOM.

It didn't.

[Another.]

BOOM.

It made us alive.

[Music begins rising.]

So come out.

Or stay.

I don't fucking care.

But stop
asking permission.

[Kick accelerates.]

This body is ours.

This name is ours.

This life—

[RAW FULL-BAND EXPLOSION.]

IS FUCKING OURS!

[LONG INSTRUMENTAL:
KICK / DISTORTED BASS / GUITAR / HAMMOND.]

[Then sudden cut.]

[One kick.]

BOOM.

[WOMAN]
There's an angel
inside my name.

[Pause.]

Maybe...

I don't have
to let her out.

[Very close.]

Maybe I just have
to stop
trying to kill her.

[Silence.]

[One final kick.]

BOOM.

[WOMAN]
Angelina.

[BLACKOUT.]

[LONG INSTRUMENTAL OUTRO — KICK + BASS.]

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[ACT IX — GET OUT OF MY NAME] [BLACKNESS.] BOOM. BOOM. [WOMAN] Angel. [Silence.] Don't get excited. I'm not praying. BOOM. I'm talking to the little bitch inside my name. [Long kick passage.] Angel... ina. There you are. [Pause.] Poor thing. I've kept you locked up for years. BOOM. Taught you lipstick. Taught you money. Taught you how to smile without meaning it. BOOM. How to be touched without being reached. [Silence.] You learned fast. [Distorted bass enters.] But here's what pisses me off. You never left. BOOM. After him. After the blood. After every room. Every stranger. Every lie. BOOM. You stayed. [Pause.] Why? [Silence.] What are you waiting for? Salvation? [She laughs.] Wrong fucking woman. BOOM. Forgiveness? From who? God? Him? You? [STOP.] Me? [Long silence.] Oh... fuck you. [Kick returns.] BOOM. I survived. BOOM. I worked. BOOM. I fucked. BOOM. I lied. BOOM. I laughed. BOOM. I woke up every fucking morning. [Kick accelerates.] And still you sit inside my name... waiting for me to become good. [DEAD STOP.] I'm not good. [Pause.] I'm not evil either. [BOOM.] I'm hungry. I'm jealous. I'm generous. I'm cruel. I'm funny. I'm scared. I'm horny. I'm tired. I'm alive. [BOOM.] Isn't that enough? [LONG DRUM-LED INSTRUMENTAL.] [Kick and floor toms. Distorted bass slowly joins.] [WOMAN] You know what? I don't want to be your angel. [BOOM.] And I don't want to be their whore. [BOOM.] Their victim. [BOOM.] Their fantasy. [BOOM.] His widow. [BOOM.] Your tragedy. [Silence.] I want my fucking name back. [DOUBLE-KICK ERUPTS.] ANGELINA! [RIFF.] ANGELINA! [RIFF.] Not angel. Not sinner. Not body. Not story. [BRUTAL DRUM/BASS BREAK.] ME. [Everything stops.] [Breathing.] But... [Very quiet.] if you're really still in there... [Pause.] I'm sorry. [Silence.] Not for the sex. Not for the money. Not for surviving him. Not even for the lies. [BOOM.] I'm sorry I hated you... because you still wanted tenderness. [Long silence.] I thought that made us weak. [One kick.] BOOM. It didn't. [Another.] BOOM. It made us alive. [Music begins rising.] So come out. Or stay. I don't fucking care. But stop asking permission. [Kick accelerates.] This body is ours. This name is ours. This life— [RAW FULL-BAND EXPLOSION.] IS FUCKING OURS! [LONG INSTRUMENTAL: KICK / DISTORTED BASS / GUITAR / HAMMOND.] [Then sudden cut.] [One kick.] BOOM. [WOMAN] There's an angel inside my name. [Pause.] Maybe... I don't have to let her out. [Very close.] Maybe I just have to stop trying to kill her. [Silence.] [One final kick.] BOOM. [WOMAN] Angelina. [BLACKOUT.] [LONG INSTRUMENTAL OUTRO — KICK + BASS.]

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