Theresa's Lines Flashcards
(37 cards)
Troupe 771…9
THERESA: I’m just going to call this realtor and then we’ll talk about yout story.
MERCER: I’m n no hurry
THERESA: Hi. I was calling for Casey Samples… Sure, I’ll hold. So what’s your idea?
MERCER: I’ll wait till you get off the phone.
THERESA: I haven’t really left my house, you know, I’ve basically been going home and hunkering down. So I’ve been watching a lot of TV, and there’s that cable channel, Life time? It’s the woman’s network? They play all these made-for-TV movies on there and, I don’t know, every other night, I guess there’s one on about stalking. They’re all called, like Poisoned Love or Love Hurts.
MERCER: Or… The Graduate
THERESA: Exactly. Anyway, they all start with a married woman, and her husband’s ignoring her. But the tennis pro at her country club thinks she’s really hot and he makes a pass at her. ANd she gives in and has sex with him, but she doesn’t want to have a real relationship with the guy because he’s a tennis pro, for gods sake. But he won’t have that and he starts talking her. Then her husband finds out and leave sher. SO she buys a gun to protect herself, and at the last minute, she shoots the stalker in the head. Sometimes it’s a pistol, sometimes it’s a pump-action ridle. At first, I was disgusted, but I found I kept watching the stupid things beacuse, at the end, I felt this real sense of satisfaction when the stalker got it in the head. (pauses as she reads the letter.) Mercer? (Someone comes on the line) Yeah, I want to get that apartment on Sixty-Eighth. This si Theresa Bedell. What do you mean? I was there twenty minutes ago! What do you mean?
MECER: Theresa?
THERESA: Then you have to get me another one!
MERCER: Theresa? (He sees the letter she was looking at)
THERESA: No! I don’t… I can’t wait! NO! NO! Now! Do you hear me? NOW! You can’t– we had a verbal contract! A verbal contract!
MERCER: Oh God. Hang up the phone.
THERESA: No!
MERCER: Hang up the… Hang up the phone. We’ll call the police. It’s just a letter. He’s not here, he’s not here. It’s just a letter. (she pushes him away) Okay.
THERESA: I don’t know you.
MERCER: Okay.
THERESA: What’s your interest in me?
MERCER: I’m just trying to help. Honestly, I promise I’m juts trying to help. Is there someone… why don’t you let me call your friend Linda.
THERESA: This is Linda’s fault.
MERCER: Is there somebody else I can call? Somebody in your family?
THERESA: No.
MERCER: Okay. I’m going to call the police, then. What’s the woman’s name?
THERESA: Detective Beck.
MERCER: Is it in your Rolodex?
THERESA: Yes. Under “B.” For Beck (pauses) The playoffs are on tonight.
MERCER: (On the phone) Can I speak to Detective Beck, please? Thanks. (Beat) Yeah, It’s Mercer Stevens calling, it’s about Theresa Bedell, it’s urgent.
THERESA: If he is watching the Yankees… if he is some where, watching the Yankees, I’ll kill him.
MERCER: It’s okay. They’re paging her.
THERESA: I mean it.
MERCER: I know.
THERESA: If the Yankees blow the play-offs, I’ll kill them.
MERCER: Look, don’t let me freak you out, okay? But if you want to come over to our place tonight, we’ve got a pull-out couch, and according to other guests, it’s very comfortable.
THERESA: We?
MERCER: Me and my wife.
THERESA: You’re married?
MERCER: Yes.
THERESA: I didn’t know you were married. You don’t wear a ring.
MERCER: I have a contact dermatitis. With metal.
THERESA: You get a rash.
MERCER: I get a rash. Right. (Into the phone) Yeah, I’ll keep holding. Thanks. (back) You know, I told Michelle the other day, though, that we should have you over for dinner or something. But I didn’t know how to broach it. I’m not good at that stuff. I don’t know how to make friends as an adult.
THERESA: I see… I mean, I understand.
MERCER: In college you’d meet somebody and if you both really liked Aerosmith, you were best friends.
THERESA: Right.
MERCER: And I was thinking, maybe that’s what happeed with Tony. Maybe you said something on that first date that made him think you were perfect for each other. It could have been anything really, because he already had a picture of the ideal woman in his head, and he was just looking for somebody to impose that on. You probably said one little thing that fit the picture. Or you wore your hair a certain way. Or he liked the shape of your… he liked the way you looked.
THERESA: Is this it?
MERCER: What?
THERESA: Is this the idea? For the story? You want to write about me and what’s happening to me?
