November Playwriting 17: Angels Weep No More continued end of scene 2ish

I guess Snark was a palate cleanser, and now back to comedy!

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                                GABRIELLE

Step backwards.

(PEARL literally does step back)

Non, not what I mean to do that. Go back to what you were doing when Jim appear. Where were you?

(PEARL goes to where she was. Then she moves and moves again)

You don’t know?

                                    PEARL

No. Someone bashed me over the head and I can’t think!

              GABRIELLE

Je suis désolé.

                                PEARL

Sorry?

                                GABRIELLE

Oui, sorry.

                                PEARL

What? Oh, you did this?

                                GABRIELLE

Oui, sorry. I do my job.

                                   PEARL

Your job is to hurt people while their backs are turned?

              GABRIELLE

Non. Non. My job is to protect people who come here and destroy and graffiti and wreck the resting space of so many that did not ask you to do that. Not even Jim!

                                PEARL

Jim is not resting! Jim is up and horny and taking a walk for all we know!

                                GABRIELLE

Non. Impossible!

              PEARL

Which part?

                                GABRIELLE

All!

(THEY are nose to nose when PEARL starts to swoon again)

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit!

(GABRIELLE lowers her down to sit)

                                PEARL

Thank you.

              GABRIELLE

De rien. Now, we think of this different. Where was your friend?

               PEARL

Patty? She was…was…was… there. We both were, I think.

(GABRIELLE inspects JIM’S grave)

                                GABRIELLE

Aha! There is blood!

                                PEARL

Blood, are you sure?

                                GABRIELLE

And you are the only one bleeding, so logic says it is your blood.

                                PEARL

But I was nowhere near there when you hit me.

                               GABRIELLE

True, I hit you over here.

                                PEARL

Was that after or before Jim poofed into existence?

              GABREILLE

Chez pas.

                                PEARL

Great. And we have blood but don’t know whose it or why. We thought we saw Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin…alive? Dead? Both? You don’t think they’d eat our brains, do you?

                                GABRIELLE

Non. They are not… what do you call them…zombies.

                                PEARL

How do you know that? They could be!

                                GABRIELLE

They walked with purpose. They were not rotten. They drank from that bottle, and Janis

(makes a pop sound with her mouth)

Jim and he passed out! All very human-like things. They seem alive, yes?

                                    PEARL

Yes! But how could they?

                                    GABRIELLE

I do not know, but I do not know what happens to us when we shed the mortal coil that binds us to this life. Look around you? Maybe this is a city of people waiting to wake and live a second time! Who knows.

                                PEARL

That’s heavy, man. Now you sound religious or something.

             GABRIELLE

Or something, oui.