Kevin Loring

Where the Blood Mixes


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       Enter young native woman wearing a simple white dress.

       The sound of wind blowing across hollow pipes.

       A song, a soft and distant lullaby.

       Underwater light pours down, diffused by the river’s surface. Projected onto the woman is a pictograph, revealed in the shimmering light. She radiates a ghostly aura.

      CHRISTINE

       I was born in the heart.

       I was born in the deepest part.

       In the middle of it all, I was born.

      In the place where the rhythm beats,

      Deep inside my mother,

      Where the rivers meet,

       My father dreamt me there.

      Where blood mixes with blood and the sturgeon waits,

       And the wind sings the songs of the dead.

       The lights come up and CHRISTINE is gone. FLOYD is in the bar.

       The wind blows. The salmon swim away. GEORGE and the bar are blown into the space by the wind. The wind fades away. A guitar plays.

      GEORGE

      (cleaning the table) Hey, Floyd!

      FLOYD

      Huh?

      GEORGE

      Go home if you want to sleep.

      You were moaning.

      FLOYD

      Oh?

      GEORGE

      Uh-huh.

      FLOYD

      I was dreaming …

       A pull-tab machine is illuminated up-centre. Its blue and red lights make it sparkle like a giant fishing lure. FLOYD goes over to the pull-tab dispenser, buys a handful of pull-tabs, returns to his table and proceeds to pull them open.

      FLOYD

      Hey, were you singing?

      GEORGE

      Well, since my baby left me,

       Du-duh!

       I found a new place to dwell!

       Du-duh!

       The only hole I’d never leave

       The Lytton Hotel

       Da-doop-ee-doobie

       Da-doop-ee-doobie-Du duh!!!

       Beat.

      FLOYD

      Jeezus Christ.

      GEORGE

      Any luck there?

      FLOYD

      No. (pulls one open)

      Nope. No luck here. (another)

      Nothing.

      Three beavers would be nice, eh. Five hundred bucks.

       FLOYD pulls open his last pull-tab.

      Hey—three fish. I got three fish.

      GEORGE

      Two bucks.

       FLOYD hands over his pull-tab to GEORGE.

      FLOYD

      Three fish—two bucks, then.

      GEORGE

      You can put it towards your tab.

       Beat.

      FLOYD

      Oh … Okay.

      How much is my tab?

      GEORGE

      About three beavers …

       MOOCH enters.

      FLOYD

      I don’t remember it being that much.

      MOOCH

      Hey there, partner.

      GEORGE

      I added it up.

      MOOCH

      How’s it going?

      FLOYD

      When?

      GEORGE

      Just now, I added it up.

      FLOYD

      Sneaky bugger adds up my tab while I’m not looking.

       MOOCH sits and stares at FLOYD.

       FLOYD notices that MOOCH looks beat-up.

      FLOYD

      What the hell happened to your face?

      MOOCH

      I forgot to put the toilet seat down.

      GEORGE

      What?

      MOOCH

      June’s miserable, worse than usual, I can’t do nothing right.

      FLOYD

      You never could.

      MOOCH

      Anyways, I forgot to put the toilet seat down and … well … she went pee in the middle of the night …

      FLOYD

      So.

      MOOCH

      I guess she fell in.

      GEORGE

      What?

      MOOCH

      Yeah. She fell right in the bowl. Her cheeks touched water and everything.

      Anyways, she falls in the toilet and she just loses it.

      She’s screaming and hollering, kicking the walls.

      FLOYD

      No shit.

      MOOCH

      When I woke up she was right on top of me.

      Woke me up and lumped me out!

      Damn near knocked my tooth out too.

      GEORGE

      Holy shit, Mooch.

      FLOYD

      Did you hit her back?

      MOOCH

      I wouldn’t do that.

      GEORGE

      You couldn’t do that. June’s twice the man you are. You’re lucky to be alive.

      MOOCH

      Ahhhhh … she’s just a little crabby is all.

      FLOYD

      Seems like she’s always a little crabby these days.

      GEORGE

      Ever since she quit …

      MOOCH

      Naaaaw, that’s not it … It used to be you had to watch your ass when she got her moon time, eh, but once that was done, she’d be just like an angel.

      GEORGE

      (snickers)