Shampoo

DARK SCREEN - NOVEMBER 4th, 1968 A darkness where even outlines are not discernible. There is a dim point of light coming from a dot on the HI-FI which is PLAYING the BEACH BOYS: "When we could say good night and still stay together... wouldn't it be niiiice?... we could be married, then we could be happy, wouldn't it be niiiiice?" Through it there has been the SOUND of BANGING, distinct and rhythmic. It GROWS LOUDER as the MUSIC ENDS. There are also WHIMPERING SOUNDS from a woman. FELICIA'S VOICE Oh, no. GEORGE'S VOICE ... what?... FELICIA'S VOICE That headboard. GEORGE'S VOICE Nobody can hear it. It BANGS a couple of more times. FELICIA'S VOICE I can. It makes me nervous. It continues to bang until Felicia screams, over the banging of the headboard. She follows the scream with a few yelps. Silence. Now the SOUND of the PHONE RINGING. FELICIA'S VOICE (CONT'D) (complimentary) Oh my God... Jesus... Jesus Christ... Jesus H. Christ. The PHONE CONTINUES TO RING. FELICIA'S VOICE (CONT'D) (a slightly different tone) You going to answer it? GEORGE'S VOICE (meaning no) Uh-uh. It CONTINUES TO RING. FELICIA'S VOICE (being for her very mischievous) Want me to? GEORGE'S VOICE Let it ring. And it does. It CONTINUES TO RING, killing all other considerations. FELICIA'S VOICE Boy, whoever she is, she doesn't give up. After a moment's fumbling, George finally picks it up. GEORGE'S VOICE Hello... (a little surprised) Ah, hi.