ACT II
SCENE 2
(The women's restroom at the Tenth Street Tavern. The next day. Evening. Corazón is bent over the toilet bowl vomiting on stage left. Gayatri is knocking on the door desperately on stage right. Both are visible to the audience.)
GAYATRI
Corazón! You've been in there an hour! What's going on?
CORAZÓN
(ill)
I'm fine! It's just a belly ache!
GAYATRI
I don't believe you!
(Gayatri slams the door open and walks in. Corazón looks at her in shock.)
CORAZÓN
How did you get in? That was locked.
GAYATRI
Uh...I don't know.
(Gayatri shakes her head.)
But...Corazón...this Maestro guy...he's killing you.
(She crosses her arms. Corazón stands up.)
CORAZÓN
What...what do you mean?
GAYATRI
Don't play dumb! He's beating the shit and the food out of you!
CORAZÓN
How did you—
GAYATRI
Corazón, you are so gifted and...agile. You don't need this!
CORAZÓN
Gifted and agile won't cut it in flamenco. I have to be the best! That's what Maestro says!
(Corazón rushes toward stage right. Gayatri turns around.)
GAYATRI
Where are you going?
CORAZÓN
I got rehearsal.
GAYATRI
Corazón!
(Corazón stops. Beat.)
Don't let him hurt you.
CORAZÓN
He's not hurting me.
(They exchange a glance. Gayatri looks skeptical. Corazón exits stage left. Blackout and end of Scene 2.)
ACT I
SCENE 3
(Professor Miller's office. The next day. Evening. PROFESSOR MILLER and Gayatri are sitting at a desk with calculus textbooks and notebooks. Professor Miller writes something in her notebook, then looks at her lasciviously, raising his eyebrows. She looks back at him in confusion.)
GAYATRI
What?
PROFESSOR MILLER
Nothing.
(She shakes it off and returns to her notebook, now looking dazed. Beat.)
Okay, so...if you move that integer here...what equation is that?
GAYATRI
Uh...hell if I know.
(Professor Miller looks at her angrily.)
PROFESSOR MILLER
Miss Prakash! You're not concentrating!
GAYATRI
I am. But I just...I don't get it. I'm sorry.
PROFESSOR MILLER
(threatening)
I'm so tired of trying to teach you! I thought you...Indians were supposed to be smart.
(Gayatri looks at him angrily now. She stands and looks down on him with her left hand on her hip.)
GAYATRI
I guess we're just too busy running 7-11's to care about calculus!
(Professor Miller stands up and gazes at her menacingly.)
PROFESSOR MILLER
Are you mocking me?
GAYATRI
Well, if you mock my heritage, hell yeah, I'll mock you.
PROFESSOR MILLER
Well I won't stand for it!
(He grabs her arm. She looks at him frightened. Beat.)
GAYATRI
What the—
PROFESSOR MILLER
Get on your knees, bitch!
(He pushes her down. She tries to resist and run for the door, but he restrains her. He unzips his pants. She freezes. Her jaw drops. He forces himself on her, thrusting his pelvis into her. She groans in agony. Her face grimaces. Her arms flail, trying to ward him off.)
GAYATRI
Please! No!
(A shelf collapses onto Professor Miller. He falls off of her onto the floor. Beat.)
PROFESSOR MILLER
What the fuck?
(Gayatri runs for the door. He runs after her. The desk moves between them, hitting him in the scrotum.)
Ah fuck!
(Gayatri flees and exits stage left. Blackout and end of Scene 3.)
SCENE 2
(The women's restroom at the Tenth Street Tavern. The next day. Evening. Corazón is bent over the toilet bowl vomiting on stage left. Gayatri is knocking on the door desperately on stage right. Both are visible to the audience.)
GAYATRI
Corazón! You've been in there an hour! What's going on?
CORAZÓN
(ill)
I'm fine! It's just a belly ache!
GAYATRI
I don't believe you!
(Gayatri slams the door open and walks in. Corazón looks at her in shock.)
CORAZÓN
How did you get in? That was locked.
GAYATRI
Uh...I don't know.
(Gayatri shakes her head.)
But...Corazón...this Maestro guy...he's killing you.
(She crosses her arms. Corazón stands up.)
CORAZÓN
What...what do you mean?
GAYATRI
Don't play dumb! He's beating the shit and the food out of you!
CORAZÓN
How did you—
GAYATRI
Corazón, you are so gifted and...agile. You don't need this!
CORAZÓN
Gifted and agile won't cut it in flamenco. I have to be the best! That's what Maestro says!
(Corazón rushes toward stage right. Gayatri turns around.)
GAYATRI
Where are you going?
CORAZÓN
I got rehearsal.
GAYATRI
Corazón!
(Corazón stops. Beat.)
Don't let him hurt you.
CORAZÓN
He's not hurting me.
(They exchange a glance. Gayatri looks skeptical. Corazón exits stage left. Blackout and end of Scene 2.)
ACT I
SCENE 3
(Professor Miller's office. The next day. Evening. PROFESSOR MILLER and Gayatri are sitting at a desk with calculus textbooks and notebooks. Professor Miller writes something in her notebook, then looks at her lasciviously, raising his eyebrows. She looks back at him in confusion.)
GAYATRI
What?
PROFESSOR MILLER
Nothing.
(She shakes it off and returns to her notebook, now looking dazed. Beat.)
Okay, so...if you move that integer here...what equation is that?
GAYATRI
Uh...hell if I know.
(Professor Miller looks at her angrily.)
PROFESSOR MILLER
Miss Prakash! You're not concentrating!
GAYATRI
I am. But I just...I don't get it. I'm sorry.
PROFESSOR MILLER
(threatening)
I'm so tired of trying to teach you! I thought you...Indians were supposed to be smart.
(Gayatri looks at him angrily now. She stands and looks down on him with her left hand on her hip.)
GAYATRI
I guess we're just too busy running 7-11's to care about calculus!
(Professor Miller stands up and gazes at her menacingly.)
PROFESSOR MILLER
Are you mocking me?
GAYATRI
Well, if you mock my heritage, hell yeah, I'll mock you.
PROFESSOR MILLER
Well I won't stand for it!
(He grabs her arm. She looks at him frightened. Beat.)
GAYATRI
What the—
PROFESSOR MILLER
Get on your knees, bitch!
(He pushes her down. She tries to resist and run for the door, but he restrains her. He unzips his pants. She freezes. Her jaw drops. He forces himself on her, thrusting his pelvis into her. She groans in agony. Her face grimaces. Her arms flail, trying to ward him off.)
GAYATRI
Please! No!
(A shelf collapses onto Professor Miller. He falls off of her onto the floor. Beat.)
PROFESSOR MILLER
What the fuck?
(Gayatri runs for the door. He runs after her. The desk moves between them, hitting him in the scrotum.)
Ah fuck!
(Gayatri flees and exits stage left. Blackout and end of Scene 3.)
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