[The crime scene picks up from theme 1: FEMME, EULER, BOHR] FEMME: (aside) A beautiful young dame approached the crime scene. Her presence was naturally intriguing to the two men therein - a source of both confusion and arousal. She had the face of Ingrid Bergman and the eyes of a human. Her lips, tomato saucy red. Her skin, tomato saucy white. EULER: Porcelain. FEMME: The perfect tomato saucy porcelain. The man was sharp. Ugly, but sharp. EULER: Excuse me? FEMME: Yes, handsome? EULER: Who are you? FEMME: I’m mysterious and seductive and you can call me Femme. Femme Fatale. EULER: Tell me what you know, otherwise leave. FEMME: (aside) He saw through her beauty, like Humphrey Bogart seeing through someone’s beauty. But he couldn’t see into her mind. BOHR: We can hear you. FEMME: (aside) You can’t. EULER: I can. FEMME: (aside) He saw into her mind. EULER: What do you know about the Grand Mathematician? FEMME: Nothing. Everything. The price of a cat. EULER: Is he the cause of these crimes? FEMME: Maybe. Maybe not. Roughly $12.50. BOHR: Cheap cat. FEMME: What if there is a sickness to this city not even the Grand Mathematician and the Prime Council knows about? A sickness of... crime. BOHR: No! If there really was such a thing as crime, we would have learned about it at Accident Investigation School. EULER: Bohr, what’s the motto of that school? BOHR: “We investigate accidents, also, there is no crime.” FEMME: What if I told you some accidents... were crimes? BOHR: I’d be speechless. FEMME: Some accidents... are crimes. BOHR: (speechless) Well played. (Femme picks up Bohr’s briefcase) BOHR: Hey, those are confidential paper words! FEMME: Alistair P., 64. Woke up one night to discover strangers rooting through his silverware. BOHR: Mistaken geography! FEMME: Betty J., 32. Young man took her purse. BOHR: Surprise lending! FEMME: Dear diary, today Chief called me son and said he was proud of - (BOHR grabs paper, awkward silence.) EULER: Bohr- BOHR: LOVE IS NOT A CRIME! (runs off stage) FEMME: They were starting to trust her. A fatal mistake, for she would soon double cross them. EULER: You’re going to double cross us? FEMME: (Point BOHR’s exit) Like that, but worse. EULER: (grabs Femme) One, That’s not a doublecross. Two, stay the hell away from me. Three, if you don’t make yourself useful in 10 seconds, I’m throwing you in ther river. FEMME: You can’t do that! I’m a maverick, but a maverick you need to solve this case. EULER: You’re not a maverick, you’re a psychopath. FEMME: My mind is a box of cats! EULER: If I give you $12.50 will you leave? FEMME: (grabs EULER) If you’ve listened to anything I’ve said today then maybe, just maybe, you see that there *is* crime in this city. EULER: Evidently. FEMME: I know someone who can help you find the Grand Mathematician. Look into my eyes - do you trust me? EULER: Not even slightly. FEMME: Because you shouldn’t. EULER: I don’t. FEMME: That’s what I wanted to hear. So you’ll come with me? EULER: I’d love to say no, but you’re the only lead I’ve got, so I guess I will. FEMME: If you won’t come willingly, then you give me no choice. EULER: I just said... (FEMME chloroforms EULER with the rag. Pause, then lights down.) |
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