| Ophelia: |
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So, how
was your night?
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| Millie: |
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It was OK.
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| Ophelia: |
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Oh,
that’s good that you got a good night’s sleep.
You know what I was doing last night? |
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| Millie: |
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No.
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| Ophelia: |
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Well, I
was taking care of some sick fish. I was feeling
aggravated. It was
weird because that never happened before. Would
you know anything about
that?
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| Millie: |
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UMM...No,
I wouldn’t know anything about that. Why would
you think I’d
know anything about that. |
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| Ophelia: |
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Stop
lying Millie. You know how much I hate it when you
lie. |
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| Millie: |
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What are
you talking about? You think I had something to
do with it?
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| Ophelia: |
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No,
I know you did. I saw you. When you thought
I wasn’t looking. You
slipped me extra oil and garbage. Why would you
do something like that? You know how much my fish
mean to me. Without them I can’t be big and beautiful.
(cries) |
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| Millie: |
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Oh
well, I didn’t mean it. It was supposed to be a joke.
I just wanted to have fun. |
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| Ophelia: |
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Well,
this time it went too far. The fishes died.
If they keep dying I’ll disappear. Don’t
you care about me? You’re not a little girl
anymore. You should stop playing jokes and start
taking more responsibility. Start cleaning up for
yourself. |
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| Millie: |
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Come
on Ophelia. Quit taking it so serious. I mean,
you’re big, and a couple of fish won’t hurt
you. You need to get over it. That’s
what you need to do. |
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| Ophelia: |
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(
her waves get higher—she yells) What?
How could you say that? I can’t get over it
and I won’t get over it. This is not a joke.
This is for real. Why can’t you understand? |
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| Millie: |
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It’s
not like you’re gonna disappear or something like
that. God, you take it so serious. |
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| Ophelia: |
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That’s
the thing Millie. I could disappear. Do you
want me to leave you? ‘Cause if you do, then that’s
what’ll happen. You think you can survive by
yourself? It’s not easy. It’s not
fun and games. Without me, you’ll disappear
too. Then we both won’t be together. |
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| Millie: |
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Yeah,
right. Even if that did happen it would take a long
time, plus I’m the youngest. You have to take
care of me no matter what. Maybe I don’t need
you. Who needs somebody telling them what to do
all the time? I never get to do what I want.
I want to play and have fun. |
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| Ophelia: |
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Well,
when do you expect to clean up after yourself. |
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| Millie: |
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I’ll
get to it someday. I’ll do it. Don’t
worry about me. |
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| Ophelia: |
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But
I do worry about you, Millie. And me. If you
don’t clean up the mess and all you do is play, the
garbage will pile up and be harder to clean up.
All the animals will die. Not just the ones in us
but the ones outside. Why don’t you ask some
of your fish to help you? I can even send some of
mine to help you. Would you like that? |
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| Millie: |
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Well, I’ll
think about it but that still doesn’t mean I need
you.
(monologue)
Man, if she helped me that’d be great. Then
I can be as big and beautiful as her and maybe even
more. I really don’t want her to disappear.
But if she does then I could take over her spot and
I can have all the fish and stuff. She’s
had it long enough. Maybe I’ll just use her
and keep slipping more stuff on her side ‘till
she gets smaller and smaller. And she can’t
do anything about it ‘cause I’m her little
sister. So, maybe I will act as if I need her.
But I really don’t! I’m just gonna make
her think that. Why does she get to be big and
beautiful all of a sudden? It’s not fair.
It’s my turn!
Yeah, I would like you to help. So, when do you begin?
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| Ophelia: |
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There’s
more to it than that. You gotta help too, and
you have to listen to me no matter what. And you
gotta promise to not put garbage on my side.
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| Millie: |
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Sure, anything
you say, Big Sis.
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Scene
2
Time: a week later, 10 A.M.
Place: Where the oceans meet. We see lots of garbage,
a lot of dead animals, people throwing bags of garbage.
The sand’s not white.
At rise: Millie is busy at work. Ophelia’s waves
are very low. |
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| Millie: |
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What’s
wrong? You look different. |
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| Ophelia: |
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I
don’t feel so good and I think I’m shrinking.
A lot of my fish have been dying. This makes me
feel depressed. My waves are lower. I’m
not trying as hard. |
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| Millie: |
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What
do you think caused it?
(aside)
Uh oh. I think this is my fault. How could
I have done this to my own sister? What kind of
sister am I? Should I tell her? But then she’ll
be mad. But I’d rather her be mad than her
leave me. I’m not ready yet to be on my own. |
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| Ophelia: |
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I
don’t know. All of a sudden I had extra oil
and garbage. I don’t know where it came from.
I can’t believe this. I’ve been working like
crazy and it seems to be for nothing. |
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| Millie: |
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I
have to tell you something. But before I do, I want
you to know that I love you and I do need you. I
am the reason why you’re sick. But before you
say anything…I did it because I wanted to be like
you. |
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| Ophelia: |
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(in
shock – gets stiff) Wow. I can’t
believe you. You would actually do that to your
own sister – out of jealousy. You’re never
gonna learn. And you know what else? I don’t
think I want to be your sister any more. I’m
gone. You can have everything.
(Ophelia disappears) |
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| Millie: |
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(crying)
No Ophelia. Come back. I didn’t mean it.
I’m sorry. Come back. Please……
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The
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