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- [Hawaii leaves the room]
- [pause, iris is busy with some computer thing]
- Mary: Iris.
- Iris: what?
- [pause]
- Mary: Through no fault of your own, you may be in serious trouble.
- [pause]
- Iris: i don't like this...
- Iris: ...i don't like this, i don't like this—
- Mary: Don't panic.
- Iris: sorry, i'm just on edge from nearly having a HEART ATTACK.
- Mary: If you still have any, you should take some Clonazepam.
- Iris: no, it's fine
- Mary: I'm not going to continue this conversation until you do.
- [pause]
- Iris: ugh, fine.
- [goes to the kitchen, gets a glass of water, gets out the clonazepam]
- Iris: i don't even remember how much of this I'm supposed to take.
- Mary: How much do you have left?
- Iris: a fair amount... i don't think i've taken it more than three or four times, and they were all back when it was originally perscribed. [closeup of iris holding the bottle so that mary can't see simon's name on the label]
- Mary: [looking out the AR window] Five milligrams is fine.
- [iris takes the drugs, puts them away, shuts the cabinet]
- [pause]
- Iris: thanks. you were right to make me do that.
- [pause]
- Mary: [turns back around] You're not going to like what I'm about to tell you.
- Iris: should i be sitting down?
- Mary: No, stay in the kitchen in case you need to throw up.
- Iris: jesus christ! what could possibly be as shocking as you're building this up to be?
- Mary: People are told to sit down in case they're robbed of strength by despair or faint from shock. What you need to prepare yourself for is panic and disorientation.
- Mary: Plus, you're the throwing-up type.
- Iris: what's that supposed to mean! you think I'm bulemic, don't you?
- Mary: Hawaii got out of the box an hour before it was delivered.
- Iris: oh. what—
- [long pause]
- Iris: you're right, that makes me feel... extremely sick to my stomach...
- [pause]
- Iris: i'm—
- Iris: [starting to panic] where is she?
- Mary: She's safe.
- [iris regains her composure]
- Mary: You are not.
- Iris: is she going to kill me?
- Mary: Don't be autistic.
- Iris: sorry. wait, you ARE fucking with me, aren't you.
- Mary: She's in your house.
- [pause]
- Iris: i honestly can't tell if you're fucking with me.
- Mary: Hawaii mailed herself to you. You have a missing eight-year-old girl in your house.
- Iris: you're fu—
- Mary: Iris.
- Iris: HOW? no, this isn't—
- Mary: Whom you met online.
- Iris: i like how even when you're telling me how fucked i am, you use the correct forms of who and whom.
- Mary: As always, your sense of humor twists your sanity out of harm's way.
- Iris: [flirtatiously] thank you.
- Mary: That wasn't a complement, it was a fact.
- Iris: oh! flirt much?
- Mary: James, I'm happily married to a student.
- [iris throws up in the sink]
- Mary: Now replay the day's events and see if you can put the world back together.
- [still poised over the sink, iris looks up and to the left with an absent expression]
- [long pause]
- Iris: She got to me before the box did. She's been real all day.
- Mary: Call the police and say you're reporting the location of a missing child. Tell them everything. The truth is on your side, but it will not stay there for very much longer.
- [iris brings up a dialpad]
- [she hovers her finger over it, and her expression becomes distant]
- Iris: mary, are you sure about this?...
- Mary: You haven't done anything wrong. You're not making a confession, you're reporting a missing child. Call the police.
- [iris pushes 9]
- [long pause]
- Mary: iris... is there something you're not telling me?
- Iris: it's probably... not relevant—
- Iris: —well...
- Iris: fucking hell.
- Iris: this has GOT to be... hypothetically, if...
- Mary: Should I be standing near the sink for this?
- Iris: [warm bemusement] yes. you might want to.
- Iris: [mumbling, vaguely pretending to dial] oh one one eight, nine nine nine—
- Iris: uhhhhww... ok. HYPOTHETICALLY...
- Iris: hypothetically, would your recommendation to call the police change if i was... change to NOT calling the police, rather...!
- Iris: if, rather than being a girl named iris from pontypool, i was a girl named simona from london, who sometimes pretended to be welsh on the internet just to be fucking stupid?
- Mary: No. Call the police.
- Iris: what if I was actually a girl named SIMON from london?
- Mary: Call the police.
- Iris: what if I was actually a BOY named simon?
- [pause]
- Mary: Show me.
- [iris becomes simon]
- [pause]
- Mary: Let me think.
- Simon: how about now? is now a good time to be sitting down? or laying down, maybe?
- Mary: [circling him] How are you shifting the formant of your voice without leaving artifacts in the background noise? Even your throwup hitting the sink sounded real.
- Simon: i erase the background noise completely in ableton live and reconstruct it in REAL after the formant shift
- Simon: using prerecorded loops
- Mary: You manually isolate and loop every ambient sound source in your life to better pretend you're a Welsh girl named Iris?
- Simon: that will be the QC's opening statement, after which the judge will look down and say "well mrSIMON, or should i say mrPAEDOPHILE, perhaps you'll enjoy THIS little noise!" as he BANGS HIS GAVEL!
- Simon: cut to prison bars slamming— you get it.
- Mary: Eat something if you can and go to bed. I'll to talk to Hawaii and wake you up when I figure out the best course of action.
- Simon: i'll write my suicide note before i turn in, that way if my best course of action is suicide you can just have Hawaii smother me with a pillow.
- Mary: Goodnight, Simon.
- Simon: goodnight, mary! IF THAT'S YOUR REAL NAME!
- Simon: [pulling his hair] fucking hell, what am i TALKING about—
- Mary: Go. To bed.
- Simon: [apologetically] sorr-yyy
- Simon: goodnight.
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