Roadkill Confidential

FBI MAN
You could say it all began a month ago

But that’s not where I’ll start
I’ll start before it started

On a radiant Tuesday morning
In the lazy days of late spring

Trevor was contemplating her next project.
She didn’t know what form it would take
Nor how much time
Nor even what material
She only knew
It was to be brutal.

TREVOR is in her studio, watching TV news, as she does throughout the play.

Who is Trevor, you ask?

She might have been my greatest triumph.
But she was my demise.
So to speak.

TREVOR flips the channels. Lots of violence. She settles on one station. A TV ANNOUNCER’S VOICE IS
HEARD.

TV ANNOUNCER
And in sadder news
A child has died in the Berkshires this week
Seven-year-old Callie Stewart touched a wild bunny
Outside her home in Austerlitz
The animal was infected with a rare bacterial disease
Causing Callie to perish within mere days.
The name of the disease is being withheld
For reasons of national security

But let it be known, Berkshire residents
The bunny has been detained.

You are in no danger.

TREVOR is suddenly in her car, driving. THUMP. Squeal of tires. She pulls over. She has hit a bunny accidentally. She stares at it. Emotion: compassion revulsion fascination etc. She retrieves a camera and photographs it dying. Then— she gets an idea. She puts on a pair of work-gloves.

FBI MAN
Jump cut.
Five months later
Trevor’s in bed with a frizzy haired man

ONE MONTH AGO: RUBBER FACE
TREVOR is in her studio, now in bed with her lover, a frizzy-haired man. They are frozen. The FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN is playing with TREVOR's face. Everything around them is covered in tarps. Trevor is staring at a flickering TV with the sound off. She wears a tie and white shirt.

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Rubber-face

TREVOR
I’m trying to think of way to tell you to stop that
Without using the words “aggravating” or “retarded”

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Ha!
Sorry.
I'll make coffee?
Should I make coffee?
He finds a piece of paper.
What is this?

He reads.

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN (cont)
Friendly Fire
The Roadside Explosives
Mortar Rounds
The Drive Bys
The Ethnic Cleanse
Checkpoint Fuckyou

TREVOR
Band names

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Who’s in a band?

TREVOR
No one
I couldn’t sleep.
Nightmares
My hands were like this the whole time
He flips the paper over and reads.

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
“Thanks for the help. You’re a swell kid. Sorry it didn’t work out. With Affection, Trevor.”

TREVOR
That’s from yesterday
I thought you were leaving much sooner

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
What did you eat for lunch yesterday

TREVOR
Why?

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Because sometimes what you eat
Like eating badly affects your dreams
The shattering of one's self-image

TREVOR
You’re much cuter when you’re focused on pleasing me

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
I need a little break
My jaw hurts

TREVOR
All right
I’ll tell you what I dreamed, then

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Please

TREVOR
I was the keeper of the marvel

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Wow.
You aren’t ordinary.

TREVOR
I know.

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN kisses TREVOR. He is about to turn off the TV.

TREVOR
Don’t touch that.

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Okay
I’m so happy to be here--

TREVOR
What about my coffee?

FRIZZY-HAIRED MAN
Right.
Sorry.
He stands.
Ow.