Act 3

Scene 1

SETTING: Day Three, morning. The same jail

interview room, with the addition

of a table stage right of the

dividing pane.

AT RISE: Ron is sitting in a chair at the

table. Jeremiah enters stage left,

passes in front of the dividing

pane, and approaches the table.

(Projected text: Isaiah 51:15-16 But

I am the Lord thy God, that divided

the sea, whose waves roared: The Lord

of hosts is his name. And I have put

my words in thy mouth, and I have

covered thee in the shadow of mine

hand, that I may plant the heavens,

and lay the foundations of the earth,

and say unto Zion, Thou art my

people.)

RON

Sit down, please.

(Projected text: Isaiah 52:14 As many

were astonied at thee; his visage was

so marred more than any man, and his

form more than the sons of men.)

JEREMIAH

I have a question to ask of you.

RON

What is it?

JEREMIAH

To increase the time I am allowed to spend on the telephone, your approval is required. Currently I get 15 minutes a week. I proposed trading information about crimes for minutes on the phone. I've already mentioned it to the police. I would like to have half an hour to talk on the phone every day. I have a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people.

(Projected text: Isaiah 53:12

Therefore will I divide him a portion

with the great, and he shall divide

the spoil with the strong; because he

hath poured out his soul unto death:

and he was numbered with the

transgressors; and he bare the sin of

many, and made intercession for the

transgressors.)

RON

How does my recommendation come to be relevant regarding your phone time?

JEREMIAH

They didn't say. I guess that they probably want to make sure that they are getting the most information out of me that is possible.

RON

Are they?

JEREMIAH

Hell no. So far I have only been talking about killings they already knew about. Legally they can't make me tell about crimes they otherwise have no ability to link to me. To get back, however, to the subject of my phone use. Privacy I do not insist upon.

(Projected text: Isaiah 54:6-7 For

the Lord hath called thee as a woman

forsaken and grieved in spirit, and a

wife of youth, when thou wast

refused, saith thy God. For a small

moment have I forsaken thee; but with

great mercies will I gather thee.)

RON

You think they will tape your phone conversation?

JEREMIAH

I have supposed that is their motivation.

RON

OK, as you say, leaving that aside, what salient issue ought my recommendation address?

JEREMIAH

I don't know about that. But I would like to tell you how it has been going for me the last couple of days.

RON

Going well, is it?

(Projected text: Isaiah 55:11 So

shall my word be that goeth forth out

of my mouth: it shall not return unto

me void, but it shall accomplish that

which I please, and it shall prosper

in the thing whereto I sent it.)

JEREMIAH

Very well, the only trouble being I can't sleep.

RON

Do you want to take sleeping pills?

JEREMIAH

All night I only get one or two hours of sleep.

RON

What are you thinking about?

JEREMIAH

Why I did it. What it means that I did it. How I can somehow start to make amends to those I have hurt.

(Projected text: Isaiah 56:10 His

watchmen are blind: they are all

ignorant, they are all dumb dogs,

they cannot bark; sleeping, lying

down, loving to slumber.)

RON

What exactly would this making amends be like?

JEREMIAH

Some of them have written me letters. I could try to answer their letters. I've been thinking about what I would say when the communications blackout is lifted.

RON

Give me a sample of what you would say.

(Projected text: Isaiah 57:20-21 But

the wicked are like the troubled sea,

when it cannot rest, whose waters

cast up mire and dirt. There is no

peace, saith my God, to the wicked.)

JEREMIAH

I say, don't listen to me because I want to suck you into helping me deal with my own guilt. Listen to me if it is helping you deal with your situation. I know that the reporters have been saying I am stupid because I was a D student and didn't graduate from high school. One thing I do know for sure is who I killed and who I didn't. The police don't know that. In some cases I would be willing to join a phone conference call and go into a séance state and contact the spirit of the deceased.

RON

I want to know why you committed each of your crimes, charged and uncharged, legal and moral.

JEREMIAH

So, it is true that you are just another member of the criminal justice team?

RON

No, as your mental health care provider, I come from a separate system. I care about what makes you tick.

JEREMIAH

Oh. Interesting. Why did I never pick that up about you before.

RON

I presume you are being ironic.

JEREMIAH

Maybe I'm just being stupid. I am getting off my subject. I need to get engaged in figuring out what makes me tick. If people want to know, I should honor that and get engaged in figuring it out myself.

RON

That would be my recommendation.

(Projected text: Isaiah 59:1-3

Behold, the Lord's hand is not

shortened, that it cannot save;

neither his ear heavy, that it cannot

hear: But your iniquities have

separated between you and your God,

and your sins have hid his face from

you, that he will not hear. For your

hands are defiled with blood, and

your fingers with iniquity; your lips

have spoken lies, your tongue hath

muttered perverseness.)

JEREMIAH

Sure I had a rough childhood, like a billion other kids.

RON

More like two billion.

JEREMIAH

My dad was a strange man. I never have figured out what he is about.

RON

You never thought that he would have lived this long.

JEREMIAH

You know, sometimes I am grateful that he is totally demented. Even if he saw my face on TV, he wouldn't have a clue. The other patients wouldn't either. My father is one person that I don't have to worry about feeling shame before.

RON

An infinitesimally small consolation.

JEREMIAH

I think my father was a child molester.

RON

Definitely a clinical marker.

JEREMIAH

He probably molested me.

RON

Right now, I don't really want to go there.

(Projected text: Isaiah 61:11 For as

the earth bringeth forth her bud, and

as the garden causeth the things that

are sown in it to spring forth; so

the Lord God will cause righteousness

and praise to spring forth before all

the nations.)

JEREMIAH

OK, how about this. As far back as I can remember, I have never felt like an observer, you know what I mean?

RON

No, try again.

JEREMIAH

OK, I am the person inside me, what I see, hear taste, touch, feel. Technological processes deliver information to me decision making capabilities. For me, inside the observer inside the person is another observer, an observer of the observer who is totally detached.

RON

Detached? As in nonchalant?

JEREMIAH

Detached as in removed, alien, out of touch, out of reach. The detached observer of the observer doesn't feel or believe anything.

RON

How does this fit with your role as Bible quoting fundamentalist? Was that just a total con?

(Projected text: Isaiah 62:4 Thou

shalt no more be termed Forsaken;

neither shall thy land any more be

termed Desolate: but thou shalt be

called Hephzi-bah, and thy land

Beulah: for the Lord delighteth in

thee, and thy land shall be married.)

JEREMIAH

No, it wasn't a con. I am good, but not that good. I wanted the Bible to be true. If it was true, I didn't have to be who I was. Unfortunately, I kept on being who I was.

RON

Did you pray to be reborn?

JEREMIAH

Of course. Daily. Often 5 or 6 times. It never worked.

RON

No, It didn't. Not yet.

(Projected text: Isaiah 63:8 For he

said, Surely they are my people,

children that will not lie: so he was

their Saviour.)

JEREMIAH

The being inside the person was a Christian, but the creature inside the observer was totally in rebellion against God.

RON

First, all the levels inside the levels - that is all crap. We all have one level - part of God. Period.

JEREMIAH

You can't mean that feeling like an observer is psychotic.

RON

What ever label you use, still realize. You won't get better until you can let go of it.

JEREMIAH

I have never known anything else.

RON

Get over it. And secondly. God made your emotions. You better start finding out what they are. You don't really have anything else to do.

JEREMIAH

The farther inside I go, the less contact I have with emotions.

(Projected text: Isaiah 64:6-7 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.)

RON

Emotions are the key to your growth right now.

JEREMIAH

The first emotion I want to learn is love for God.

RON

You get to make the choice.

JEREMIAH

With the stripping away of the layers of observer shells, it becomes clear that I am making choices? Is that it?

(Projected text: Isaiah 65:17 For,

behold, I create new heavens and a

new earth: and the former shall not

be remembered, nor come into mind.)

RON

It cannot be escaped. We all make choices constantly. That is what life is - a process of incessant positive choice. Wrong choices lead to the end of life. Good choices lead to life. Bad choices lead to death.

JEREMIAH

Bad choices aren't the only things that lead to death.

RON

As far as our earthly bodies go, all things lead to death. We try to grow in the process.

JEREMIAH

Grow what?

RON

You make the choice.

JEREMIAH

I want to grow in my love for God.

(Projected text: Isaiah 66:23-24 And

it shall come to pass, that from one

new moon to another, and from one

sabbath to another, shall all flesh

come to worship before me, saith the

Lord. And they shall go forth, and

look upon the carcases of the men

that have transgressed against me:

for their worm shall not die, neither

shall their fire be quenched; and

they shall be an abhorring unto all

flesh.)

RON

Then do it.

JEREMIAH

I will try.

RON

Don't do anything but try.

JEREMIAH

I'll keep it on my heart, that I can choose.

(BLACKOUT)

(END OF SCENE)

Scene 2

SETTING: Day Three, evening. Paul's living

room. Jeremiah remains seated on a

platform, stage left and rear.

AT RISE: Paul and Gina sharing some relaxed

moments together.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

"Kiss me on the mouth! /Your love is

better than wine. /Draw me after

you." Text projected over picture of

others: "We will exult and rejoice in

you.")

PAUL

I've been thinking about spirit a lot lately, about the interplay or dynamics between the Power, the Almighty, if you will, on one hand, and the Seeker, or the spirit activated side of every person, on the other hand, let's say the left hand. So there are only five ways that the Power and the Seeker can interrelate. A. The Power and the Seeker are united in a mystical relationship, somewhat dissolving the difference between them. B. The Power and the Seeker collaborate, as say, to pick but one example among thousands, Samuel collaborated with Yahweh. C. While the Power no doubt exists, she attracts no seekers, because the potential seekers are preoccupied with pursuing material gain and personal pleasure. D. While the true, ancient Power has become a dead coal, the potential seekers still anxiously try to pursue the Power that was spoken of in ancient texts, or worse, false power. E. Having dispensed with both power and seekers, the modernist is prepared to let pragmatism guide him through life.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

I am very dark, /like the curtains of

Solomon. / The sun has looked upon

me. /Tell me, you whom my soul loves,

/where you lie down at noon.)

GINA

That's interesting. I've been thinking lately about how neurosis gets started, about to what extent every woman is neurotic, and why, about where neurosis comes from. Have you thought about applying your paradigm to the teleology of neurosis? Isn't neurosis kind of like wanting as a seeker, to relate to the Power, all five ways at once?

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

If you do not know, /O most beautiful

among women, /follow the tracks of my

flock, /to my tent. /Your cheeks are

lovely, /your neck with strings of

jewels.)

PAUL

As if there is a side of us that wants all possibilities all the time?

GINA

Call it the infant.

(Text projected over picture of

others: We will make you rings.)

PAUL

Where as the mature seeker will aspire to fitting the seeking style to the context, mystical one moment, pragmatic the next?

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

While we are on our couch,/I give

forth my fragrance. /Your head lies

between my breasts.)

GINA

In real time.

PAUL

That is really, fundamentally, different than all at once.

GINA

Let's think about that some more. Let's be absolutely certain.

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

You are beautiful, my love.)

PAUL

For example, I am meditating like crazy. I am all blessed out. And the phone rings. You are calling. You have a flat tire. Immediately I move from a mystical state to a pragmatic one. This is good.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

You are beautiful, my beloved, truly

delightful./Our couch is green. /I am

a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.)

GINA

To play the devil's advocate. Have you ever known a person who wished he had a vibrant mystical side, but could never seem to experience it because he was so intensely committed to being pragmatic? Being in control. Being aware of all the options. Being aware of all the psycho babble. And being deathly afraid of being taken for a fool. While at the same time, having that darn urge to merge going in the back of his head all the time, he just can't really do a top class job of focusing on the present. The voice keeps whispering, disturbing his concentration, "Get high. Let go. Trust God."

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

As a lily among brambles,/so are you

among the young women.)

PAUL

When you put it that way, that sort of describes a part of all of us.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

As an apple tree among the trees of

the forest,/so are you among the

young men./With great delight I sit

in your shadow,/and your fruit is

sweet to my taste. /Sustain me with

raisins; /refresh me with apples,/for

I am sick with love. /Your left hand

is under my head,/And your right hand

embraces me!)

GINA

Yes. The neurotic part. And maybe it isn't all bad. It generates a certain amount of energy.

PAUL

In a way you're saying that the way we choose matters as much as the outcome of the choice.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

I adjure you, O daughters of

Jerusalem,/Do not stir up or awaken

love/until it pleases. /The voice of

my beloved! /Behold, you, come,

/leaping over the mountains,

bounding over the hills. /Behold,

there you stand behind our wall,

/gazing through the windows,

/looking through the lattice.)

GINA

What's important is not to make nonsense of life. A nonsensical life does not feel good.

PAUL

But nonsense may be preferable to making the wrong choice.

GINA

I am going to play with your model, see what it looks like from another angle. Where you put Power, put in its place Sex Object. That is me, the Sex Object. I have union with the seeker. I collaborate with the seeker. When I am ugly and repulsive, I have no suitors. When the suitors are ugly and repulsive, I make them pay. What would a society look like that had no prostitutes and no johns?

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

Arise, my love, my beautiful one,

/and come away./Winter is past;

/the rain is over and gone.

/The voice of the turtledove

/is heard in our land.

/The fig tree ripens its figs,

/and the vines are in blossom;

/they give forth fragrance.)

PAUL

You don't know, ...

(Paul fights back tears.)

You have touched one delicate territory here.

GINA

I know. I am the one who has prostituted myself.

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

Arise, my love, my beautiful one,

/and come away. /O my dove, in the

clefts of the rock, /in the crannies

of the cliff,/let me see your face,

/let me hear your voice, /for your

voice is sweet,and your face is lovely.)

PAUL

(Paul just realizes that Gina's

point is not entirely abstract.)

You took money for sex?

GINA

A lot of women do that. I had an advertisement in the back of the paper. But I stopped about a year ago. I've been tested three times over that year. I have no sexually transmitted diseases. I never had so much as a rash on my pussy.

PAUL

I've never been tested.

( He pauses thoughtfully.)

I've never had sex. Except with myself. If I don't seem properly astonished at your confessing, it is because I have been holding back on a confession of my own.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

You are mine and I am yours. /You

graze among the lilies. /Until the

day breathes and the shadows flee,

/turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle

/or a young stag on cleft mountains.)

GINA

Oh, really. Please. Go on.

PAUL

My name is not really Paul Fleet. I am named after my father. My real name is Jeremiah Slowway Jr..

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

On my bed by night I seek you whom my

soul loves; /I seek you, but find you not. /I rise and go about the city,

/in the streets and in the squares;

/I seek you whom my soul loves.

/I seek you, but find you not.

/The watchmen find me /as they go

about in the city./"Have you seen

him whom my soul loves?")

(They have a long, sobbing hug.)

GINA

I submit myself to your feeling about whether my sinful recent past changes the way you felt about me yesterday. I should have told you sooner. I really didn't expect it to turn out the way it has, or I would certainly have told you. As for my feelings for you, I saw you on the television news last night, and loved you even more than I had before. It clears up some of the mysteries of your personality for me.

PAUL

Every people has a creation myth. Unless you accept that God created physical reality, how could you accept that God created a spiritual reality? But for the sake of developing a cogent argument, I am going to leave that aside for the time being. I will grant that it is a given that people can not now know how the universe was created. Perhaps people evolved from primitive life forms in a universe devoid of God. And then perhaps those people evolved a concept of God strictly out of their own consciousness: minds that insisted on worshipping the One God. And later in their evolution, those minds would unite in universal worship of God, without division by race, creed or bias. Even if by scientific standards this God could not be proven to exist outside human consciousness, would this worship still not be a tremendous blessing?

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

Scarcely do I pass them /when I find

you whom my soul loves./I hold you,

and do not let you go /until I bring

you into my /mother's house, /and into

the chamber of her who conceived me.

/I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

/by the gazelles or the does of the field,

/that you not stir up or awaken love

/until it pleases.)

GINA

Is the delusion beneficial, benign or malignant?

PAUL

Now just replace the word delusion with a term like archetype or collective unconscious. That provides a wu-wu connotation rather than psycho. One is left with the same basic premise, that man created God, that many men created many gods, that allegiance to one as opposed to another is usually a matter of heritage, and that all people are required to submit to a local governing authority whose sanctions take precedence over those of God. Pluralistic religiosity in a secular society. Creating God is mankind's noblest accomplishment. Having created God, people now want to relegate Him to a back shelf.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

What is that coming up from the

wilderness /like columns of smoke,

/perfumed with myrrh and

frankincense,/with all the fragrant

powders of a merchant?)

GINA

So they can shine the spotlight on themselves, which is not necessarily all bad. Ever since Michelangelo the West has specialized in shining a spotlight on man. We don't want to stop doing that. We just want to get God back in the balance.

PAUL

Having put absolutely everything onto the table, for the first time in my life, it is possible to feel something absolutely monumental is about to happen. All praise is yours, Lord.

GINA

Thy will be done.

(Text projected over picture of others: Behold, it is the litter of Solomon! /Around it are sixty mighty men, /some of the mighty men of Israel, /all of them wearing swords

and expert in war,/each with his sword at his thigh, /King Solomon made himself a carriage /from the wood of Lebanon.

He made its posts of silver,/its back of gold, its seat of purple; /its interior was inlaid with love /by the daughters of Jerusalem.)

PAUL

I see a paradox. Man creates God. But then man creates Satan as well. And then man goes on a rampage, murdering other men in the name of God and violating God's commandments right and left. If man is so noble as to create this extensive mental construct, why is man so weak in implementing it? Is that the fault of the construct or of man?

GINA

Man, simultaneously the noblest and most ignoble being in the universe.

(Text projected over picture of others: Go out, O daughters of Zion,

and look upon King Solomon, /with the crown with which his mother crowned him /on the day of his wedding,/on the day of the gladness of his heart.)

PAUL

Of the most ignoble, Jeremiah Slowway leading up the pack, while preaching the gospel of Christ. Mankind just doesn't know how to leave well enough alone.

(Paul sits down. )

We have come late to learning restraint, having spent decades watching people sink to succeeding new low levels.

GINA

Like that Raffleson video we watched the other night, Blood and Wine.

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

Behold, you are beautiful, my love,

/behold, you are beautiful! /Your

eyes are doves /behind your veil.

/Your hair is like a flock of goats

/leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

/Your teeth are like a flock of shorn

ewes /that have come up from the

washing, /all of which bear twins,

/and not one among them has lost its

young.)

PAUL

People do seem to like to watch others fail, more than they like to watch others succeed, unless they have a cut of the action. And it takes a wise man indeed to profit from overestimating the taste of our contemporaries.

GINA

Why don't we write a play about all of this?

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

Your lips are like a scarlet thread,

and your mouth is lovely./Your cheeks

are like halves of a pomegranate/

behind your veil. /Your neck is like

the tower of David, /built in rows of

stone; /on it hang a thousand shields,

/all of them shields of warriors.

/Your two breasts are like two fawns,

/twins of a gazelle, /that graze among

the lilies.)

PAUL

All of what?

GINA

About you and your dad, you and your mom, you and me.

(Text projected over picture of both

Gina and Paul: Until the day breathes

/and the shadows flee, /I will go away

to the mountain of myrrh /and the hill

of frankincense. /You are altogether

beautiful, my love; /there is no flaw

in you. /Come with me from Lebanon, my

bride; /come with me from Lebanon.

Depart from the peak of Amana, /from

the peak of Senir and Hermon,/from the

dens of lions, /from the mountains of

leopards.)

PAUL

I'm not a writer, not a playwright. I write computer programs. Are you a writer?

GINA

I've kept a diary, and written a couple dozen poems. We'll work up the parts playing ourselves. Christians have all but abandoned theater and film. Right now it is unlikely we will get film back. But once upon a time all theater was Christian. Small budget big idea Christian productions ought to be supported by churches if nothing else. Four of us could tour the country, going from church to church.

PAUL

I can think about that. And, if you would, please think about this. I love you. I propose that we agree officially to be engaged to be married in about a year.

GINA

Yes to the engagement. Let's think about that year.

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

You have captivated my heart, my

sister, my bride; /you have

captivated my heart with one glance

of your eyes, /with one jewel of your

necklace. /How beautiful is your

love, my sister, my bride! /How much

better is your love than wine, /and the

fragrance of your oils than any spice!

/Your lips drip nectar, my bride; /honey

and milk are under your tongue;

/the fragrance of your garments is like

the fragrance of Lebanon.)

PAUL

The fact is modern societies as a whole aren't satisfied with what God has done. They take everything they like for granted. Everything they don't like is God's fault. So they set about trying to do a better job than God. They don't even wonder if there might be any limit to their imagination. They demand the right to remake reality to whatever they want whenever they want it. No questions answered.

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

/a spring locked, a fountain sealed.

/Your shoots are an orchard of

pomegranates /with all choicest fruits,

/henna with nard, /nard and saffron,

calamus and cinnamon, /with all trees

of frankincense, myrrh and aloes,

/with all chief spices- /a garden

fountain, a well of living water,

/and flowing streams from Lebanon.

/Awake, O north wind, /and come, O

south wind!Blow upon my garden, /let

its spices flow.)

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

Let my beloved come to his garden,

/and eat its choicest fruits.)

(Jeremiah makes a call on the jail phone.

Gina's cell phone rings. Paul and Gina

exchange looks. Gina answers.)

JEREMIAH

This is Jeremiah Slowway. Will Paul talk to me?

GINA

Maybe later. Right now, it would be better for you to talk to me.

JEREMIAH

Who are you?

GINA

Gina.

JEREMIAH

What is Gina short for?

GINA

Giovanna. Johanna you might say.

JEREMIAH

You're Spanish.

GINA

My parents are Mexican-American.

(Text projected over picture of Paul:

I come to my garden, my sister, my

bride, /I gather my myrrh with my

spice, /I eat my honeycomb with my

honey, /I drink my wine with my milk.)

(Text projected over picture of others:

Eat, friends, drink, /and be drunk with

love!)

(Flute music in minor pentatonic scale

plays in background.)

GINA

Are you looking for some action?

JEREMIAH

Do I look like a pool player?

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

I sleep, but my heart is awake. /A

sound! My beloved is knocking. /"Open

to me, my sister, my love, /my dove,

my perfect one, /for my head is wet

with dew, /my locks with the drops of

the night." /I had put off my garment;

/how could I put it on? /I had bathed

my feet; /how could I soil them?)

GINA

Yes, you do. And like a poker player too.

JEREMIAH

That's funny, because they call me Action Jackson.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

My beloved puts his hand to the latch,

/and my heart is thrilled within me. /

I arise to open to my beloved, /and my

hands drip with myrrh, /my fingers with

liquid myrrh, /on the handles of the bolt.

/I open to my beloved, /but my beloved

turns and leaves. /My soul fails me when

he speaks.)

GINA

If they do, they've got to be kidding. But seriously, you know I can already tell one thing about you. You don't like to be rushed. How long does it take you to buy a truck?

JEREMIAH

You got me there. I sure wear the salesmen out. I've got more time to spend buying than they have to spend selling.

GINA

You've got patience. I don't. If you are looking for some fun, why don't I sell you $50 worth.

JEREMIAH

I guess that I don't look like a cop.

GINA

No, but you act like one.

JEREMIAH

Say, I'm not looking for a comedian. I can find jokes for free in the Reader's Digest.

GINA

Make that patient, and cheap.

(Jeremiah turns angry.)

JEREMIAH

Make that , the customer is always right. Tell me how far $50 will get me.

(Text projected over picture of Gina:

I seek him, but find him not; /I call

him, but he gives no answer. /The

watchmen find me /as they go about in

the city; /they beat me, they bruise me,

/they take away my veil, /those watchmen

of the walls. /I adjure you, O daughters

of Jerusalem, /if you find my beloved,

/that you tell him /I am sick with love.)

GINA

Better yet, let me show you.

JEREMIAH

Where?

GINA

I have a lair in the bushes near here. It's nice tonight.

JEREMIAH

Get in. I'll go park in the movie theater parking lot while we reach an agreement.

GINA

You get out. I'm not getting in your car.

JEREMIAH

You haven't even asked me what I am looking for.

(Jeremiah stares at Gina and she

stares back.)

I'm looking for an all-nighter. I'll throw in dinner and a hot tub.

GINA

That will cost you $500.

(Text projected over picture of others:

What is your beloved more than another

beloved, /O most beautiful among women?

/What is your beloved more than another

beloved,/that you thus adjure us?)

JEREMIAH

No problem. I can see that you are worth every penny of it.

GINA