Sunday, November 09, 2025

November Playwrighting 8: Angels Weep No More (working title)

 I started this play years ago. I rewrote this scene in the magical realism world I created. It has taken a bit to get back into it, and this may be my focus for the next few scenes, as I really need to create that second act. I wrote the beginning of a second act and then fizzled out as there are problems within problems, but I have a few ideas I'll try in the next few days. This all feels like a warm-up to fix some of my abandoned plays. I started writing this for an all-female theatre company that likes lots of combat in their original plays that they create. 

Complete rewrite of Act 1, scene 3 of Père Lachaise Moonlight Mirage or Misted Angels Sleep No More (working titles)Nov 8, 2025

Scene 3

                                GABRIELLE

What is here? Ah, yes, a little bleed, but I get my uh…kit and good as new. Okay. Attendre ici.

                                PEARL

Okay.

(PEARL tries to get up to follow her)

                               GABRIELLE

Non, non, non, wait here.

(GABRIELLE EXITS. PEARL looks around. An owl hoots. She tries to get up, but can’t quite steady herself. She gets something sticklike and pokes JIM. He doesn’t respond at all. She crawls to him and shakes him. Nothing. She tries to find a pulse and there is nothing. She moved too quickly and tries to regain her balance. There is a ferocious rumble shakes the cemetery. PEARL hangs on. A trio of STONE ANGELS bearing a stretcher come to pick up JIM. He is borne away by two of the ANGELS and the third directs them as WEEPING ANGEL takes her place again as a statue. PEARL rubs her eyes in disbelief. GABRIELLE ENTERS running)

                                GABRIELLE

Mon Dieu, tremblement de terre! Tremblement de terre! Tremblement de terre!

(PEARL slaps her)

                                GABRIELLE

Merci beaucoup.

                                PEARL

You’re welcome?

                                GABRIELLE

You are still bit of blood. Here. Sit. I fix. How you feel?

                                PEARL

I….uh….I…uh….I don’t know.

                                GABRIELLE

(examining PEARL’S head)

No more damage. That is good. There are many things that could move here and hurt you.

                                PEARL

Yes, I know. Things move.

(GABRIELLE fixes PEARL’S head)

                              GABRIELLE

I am sorry I had to hit you, but I wanted you to stay put. It is easy to get lost here. It is very dangerous here at night. A shake…

                                PEARL

Earthquake.

                                GABRIELLE

 Oui, it is very dangerous as there are so many statues and other things that fall or could. It is my job to keep people like you, tourists, from hurting themselves or the graves. (under breath) Porcs!

(she spits)

                                PEARL

Rude, much! I’m not a pig!

                                GABRIELLE

 Ha! That word you know! Sure, sure. But tonight, we did not think we would see such a fantastic sight, eh? Très réel et fantastique! I do not know what to think, eh? Where is Jim?

                                PEARL

He moved.

                                GABRIELLE

Where?

                                PEARL

This is a weird night, man. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I’m not sure I….

                                GABRIELLE

(puts PEARL in a stranglehold)

Where did you put him? He belongs here! He rests here! You must tell me!

(PEARL wants to answer, but is choking)

Where is he?

(PEARL points to the WEEPING ANGEL, and GABRIELLE gasps, releasing her)

Mon dieu! Non, non, non! C’est impossible! L'ange retourne et pleure à nouveau! How can this be? What black magic did you preform here tonight? Jim Morrison is alive and that angel what?

                                PEARL

No, he’s still dead and that statue took him.

                                GABRIELLE

But we saw him. Did he not walk and talk? This is a statue, it does not walk or talk.

                                PEARL

Yes, but I don’t know how any of this is possible.

                                GABRIELLE

I don’t either, but tell me how you did this.

                                PEARL

I didn’t do anything!

                                GABRIELLE

Then your friend?

                                PEARL

No, none of it was us. We were here to find the…nevermind….

                                GABRIELLE

What?

                                PEARL

It doesn’t matter. It does, but… Janis…

                                GABRIELLE

Janis Joplin? Jim being here as his grave is here, but Janis, how did she…? Why did she? She never lived here. Non, I don’t think so.

                                PEARL

She toured Europe once, but hated it.

                                GABRIELLE

C’est impossible! Paris?

                                PEARL

Especially Paris.

                                GABRIELLE

Américains ! Ils viennent ici et laissent une trace de la litière, n'ont aucun goût et trash de l'endroit. Je n'aime pas Janis Joplin.

                                PEARL

Um…amen!

(There is another ferocious rumble and shaking)

                                PEARL

(to the Heavens) I didn’t mean it!

(the shaking stops)

                                GABRIELLE

What are you doing?

(GABRIELLE picks up a long vase threateningly)

                                PEARL

Nothing! I swear! Chillax!

                                GABRIELLE

Is that English?

                                PEARL

Yes!

                                GABRIELLE

American, English?

                                PEARL                             

Yes! For relax. Just relax. Chill. Chillax!

(More ferocious rumble and quake)

GABRIELLE

Arrête!

(GABRIELLE takes a swing at PEARL with the vase)

                                PEARL

I’m not! I’m not doing a thing!

                                GABRIELLE

You are! Arrête!!

(GABRIELLE keeps advancing with the vase and swinging as the rumble goes)

                                PEARL

Seriously, chillax!

(the rumble quake stops)

                                GABRIELLE

Aha! You did it again!

                                PEARL

Did what? It is just a word.

                                GABRIELLE

A strange non-English, English. A word that triggers….what is it in English?

                                PEARL

Earthquake?

                                GABRIELLE

Oui. Earthquake.

(the ferocious rumble again and shake)

                            PEARL

You did it this time!

(GABRIELLE swings at her and PEARL finds a large framed picture to use as a shield and the stick-like thing now becomes her sword. At the same time GABRIELLE finds a discarded shawl draped on JIM’S grave to act as a net)

                                GABRIELLE

I did not!

                                PEARL

Yes, you did!

(PEARL and GABRIELLE fight, challenging each other at every turn. Perhaps switching out objects found at the grave. THE WEEPING ANGEL climbs down from her perch and EXITS as the mist rolls in. The OTHER STONE ANGELS push and pull the two women as they tussle. Like coaches on the side of a boxing match, keeping it going. GABRIELLE and PEARL are so focused that they don’t notice them.)

                                GABRIELLE

You are the cause of all of this!

                                PEARL

I didn’t do anything, honestly! You said….

                                GABRIELLE

Don’t say it! Shhttt!

                                PEARL

You are cracked!

                                GABRIELLE

Non! You are here to do things! Always! Americans coming and they leave things. Chaos makers!

                                PEARL

I don’t make quakes….things…not earthquakes or people rising from the dead. That is all French! Creepy, creepy French graveyard. Creepy French people.

(picks up a statue off a grave)

And creepy as fuck, French art!

                                GABRIELLE

Non, non, non!

                                PEARL

Oui, oui, oui!

(The STONE ANGELS leave. GABRIELLE has PEARL cornered)

                                GABRIELLE

Admit defeat American! You are under arrest!

                                PEARL

Never! Ungrateful Frenchie!

                                GABRIELLE

Ungrateful Americans!

                                PEARL

You! This! We rescued France during World War II!

                                GABRIELLE

That was so long ago!

                                PEARL

So!

                                GABRIELLE

We stand on our own without your help!

                                PEARL

You wouldn’t be able to stand here…here…as some other country would have taken over by now if it weren’t for us. Europe is all about someone taking over someone else’s land and claiming it for their own. We have never done that!

                                GABRIELLE

Ah, oui, there was no one living in the land you call America before your ancestors claimed it?

(There is an off-stage scream)

 

Pearl

Patty!

GABRIELLE

Merde!

(PATTY, SOPHIE BLANCHARD, and GERTRUDE STEIN ENTER with hands up in surrender, being  held at gunpoint by MARIE-MADELEINE)

                                MARIE-MADELINE

English?

                                PATTY

Oui, English too.

                                MARIE-MADELINE

Sarah? Entrez s'il vous plait!

  (ENTER SARAH BERNHARDT ENTERS sword pointed at PEARL and GABRIELLE)

                                SARAH

Ladies, please, drop your weapons!

BLACKOUT

END OF ACT 1

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