Maja Pelevic

Out of Gear

Literal translation by Marija Stojanovic

Jovana Djak

Supervision by Bojana Kovacevic

Characters:

Vukan
Una
DJ
Dejana
Daddy Cool
Chick

The action takes place…

All the characters are between 17 and 24 years old or
not…
Some of the scenes overlap, and some take place
simultaneously.

''It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the

underside of my mind'.’
Sarah Kane

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(Footnotes contain some of the translator’s notes)

1.
Vukan’s place. Bed sitter. A PC, big library, a heap of
records and CDs. A creative mess…

Una. Go down and get some vodka.

Vukan. Give me some money.

Una. Where are we going tonight?

Vukan. The Hole. Fix me an E!

Una. Wouldn’t you care for some smack by any

chance?

Vukan. What, I can always go get you your fuckin

vodka?

Una. Aw, quit the bullshit!

Vukan. Okay, fix me some pot then.

Una. Why don’t you ask your dad to fix you the
pot?

Vukan. Occasionally tolerant.

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Una. Cut the crap!

Vukan. Change the music.

Una. Go.

Vukan sits down.

Una. Don’t. I don’t give a fuck.

Una paces around the room. Pulls a drawer.

Una. Fucking blockers! Got any clean spoons

in this house?

Vukan. No.

Una brings a spoon with a crumbled blocker and gives it

to Vukan.

Una. There!

She puts the spoon into his mouth.

Una. You’ve only got a half of the bottle1 left.

Got any more?

Vukan. No. My old man’s getting it one of these

days.

Una. How’s he gonna punish you this time?

1
Of a medication.

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Vukan. He’s selling Burden.

Una. No shit!?

Vukan. It’s come to that.

Una. Who’s he gonna sell it to? Who else in

this city has heard of Chris Burden?

Vukan. He’s found a rich guy who’s into the

Seventies performance.

Una. That’s bullshit! It’s just a photo.

Vukan. It’s pseudo-signed at the back.

Una. Fuck, it’s our most valuable thing in this

room and he doesn’t give a damn.

Vukan. That’s exactly why. I haven’t been a good

boy.

Una takes the photograph off the wall.

Una. See!

Vukan It’s gonna look ugly.

Una. There’s this white remaining. Like a

fucking scar.

Vukan. To remind you.

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Una. Is Dejana coming to The Hole?

Vukan. Don’t know. She’s fucked up these days.

Una. You’ve seen her?

Vukan. The old man’s heard from her.

Una. Why don’t YOU call her?

Vukan. I called her last week.

Una. But she has to SEE that you’re OK now.

Vukan. That’s not enough for her. I have to

PROVE it to her.

Una. We’ve just started…

Vukan. Who’s gonna get the drinks?

Una. You are!

Vukan. You in a crisis?

Una. Uh-huh.

Vukan. How much ?

Una. Half2.

2
Liter.

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2.

The Hole, the same evening. Vukan and Una at the bar
having some drinks…

Vukan. Are you aware of the fact that in a couple

of years I’ll be coming on to chicks born
in the nineties? You know like “my chick
was born when the sanctions started”.

Una. Yet you like pre-war chicks.

Vukan. The nineties were boring. We had just

three icons - Curt Cobein, Quentin
Tarantino and Slobodan Milosevic.

Una. What about techno and the Internet?

Vukan. …The new century is going to be even

more boring… Sweet cocktails and bad
mathematics.

Una. Cyber sex…

Vukan. That’ s like science fiction! First we have

to develop cyber existents before thinking
about cyber sex. We can’t even do it face
to face properly, so forget the virtual way!

Una. That’s the twenty-first century!

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Vukan. …We haven’t reached the twenty-first
century yet… everybody’s trying to follow
some stupid trends and they’re high on
McDonalds and Mars-bars.

Una. Do you know that Zrenjanin is the only

town in the world where McDonalds has
been closed a few months after it was
opened?

Vukan. …We should have celebrated the new

millennium in about a hundred years
when we get conquered by a civilized
country that’ll put half of the population in
the reservation camps. How can the
Indians be more primitive than us? They
have casinos, money, they do good
business… and they dress better than all
of us!

Una. Look at that chick over there!

Vukan. She’s a kid!

Una. Look how cute she is.

Vukan. Teenage girls are annoying, they laugh all

the time and they wear thongs and the
thongs are not ‘’in’’ any more.

Una. She’s looking at you.

Vukan. Who ?

Una. The tonge.

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Vukan. Maybe she’s looking at you.

Una. Now she’s chatting with her teenage

friends.

Vukan. She’s OK.

Una. Nice hair.

Vukan. Nice ass.

Una. She’s not wearing a bra!

Vukan. No she’s not!

Una. She has the most perfect tits, like two

melons with small popped-out nipples.

Vukan. How do you know she has small nipples?

Una. Well, look from here!

Vukan. She’s all right but she’s a little… huge,

don’t you think.

Una. Big chick, big curves!

Vukan. When they’re smaller you can knock them

over however you like!

Una. A big dominant female has many

advantages!

Vukan. Come on, let’s go.

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Una. Where?

Vukan. To chat her up.

Una. Do it by yourself for a change.

Vukan. I’ll get you some vodka.

Una. OK then.

Vukan. We have money for only one.

Una. Well then get one and give me a half.

3.
Vukan’s place.

Vukan. I have vodka… and some juice.

Chick. OK.

Vukan. How much do you want?

Chick. Don’t know… just pour.

Vukan. So, you want to study sculpture?

Chick. Uh-huh. If I’m accepted.

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Vukan. You’ve read The Unbearable Lightness of
Being?

Chick. What?

Vukan. Doesn’t matter… There’s this super cool

sculptress in there.

Chick. What, she reminds you of me?

Vukan. Well, this main character actually has like

two muses. One is like nice and sweet and
the other one…

He pours the vodka.

Chick. Not that much!

Vukan. … the other one was a sculptress, quite

older than him as a matter of fact.

Chick. And I’m just a kid?

Vukan. Well, it doesn’t matter. What…

Chick. Well, I’m doing great. I figure these are the

best years. I’m having fun and I don’t give
a shit about anything.

Vukan. True…

Vukan takes a joint and lights it.

Vukan. Want some?

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Chick. I don’t smoke… pot.

She looks around the room.

Chick. What was on there?

Vukan. A photo.

Chick. Of an ex?

Vukan. Of Chris Burden.

Chick. Who?

Vukan. Well, he used to make some kick ass

performances in New York in the
Seventies, you know, when there was this
expansion of happenings and that…

Chick. Yeah, yeah…

Vukan. So, anyway, my old man was there at the

time and he took a picture of him and I
guess it wasn’t allowed.

Chick. How did he manage to do that?

Vukan. He came up with a story or something…

Chick. What was on the photo?

Vukan. Well, Burden let his friend shoot him in

the arm.

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Chick. Why?

Vukan. The wish is pain.

Chick. Do you feel bad about him taking it away?

Vukan. Una felt the worst.

Chick. Your ex girlfriend?

Vukan. Ah, no, that’s Dejana. Una’s my best

friend. You met her at the party.

Chick. Ah, OK, she’s with that DJ, what’s his

name?

Vukan. She’s not, I mean, it doesn’t matter. But

tell me, are you sculpting anything at the
moment?

Chick. I’m sculpting a head.

Vukan. What kind of head?

Chick. I think it’ll be huge… like you!

Vukan. Just the head?

Chick. I like to sculpt huge things.

Vukan. King-size.

Chick. I don’t know. I might use your head.

Vukan. You wanna use my head?

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Chick. Why not? You have a beautiful head.

Vukan. Yeah?

Chick. Yeah, like an alien. And what do you do

for living besides coming on to the chicks
in clubs.

Vukan. Nothing.

Chick. You know, when I first saw you I thought

you were totally stuck up.

Vukan. Really?

Chick. And my friend thought that you and that…

Una are swingers.

Vukan. We’re obedient children as you can see.

Chick. I don’t know… You live here all alone, you

have a lot of records, CDs… You’re not a
musician, are you? …Because you’d be
the third one this year!

Vukan. I distribute young cute under-age girls to

America and Western Europe.

Chick. You’re joking…

Vukan. I’m serious.

Chick. Why don‘t you wanna tell me what you do?

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Vukan. I’m writing a novel.

Chick. That’s what I wanted to hear!

Vukan. I told you, I don’t do anything.

Chick. Can I read it?

Vukan. It’s not finished.

Chick. Just a few lines to see how you write!

Vukan. Nobody reads it before it’s finished. That’s

a rule!

Chick. Nobody?

Vukan No.

Chick. Not even me?

Vukan. I just met you.

Chick. So I’ll read it tomorrow!

Vukan. No chance!

Chick. Will you tell me what’s it called?

Vukan. Out of gear.

Chick. Like the thing in the car!

Vukan. And like a state of mind.

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Chick. Oooo!

Vukan starts fondling her.

Vukan. How come your legs are so strong?

Chick. Bicycle.

Vukan. O, BMX. And what’s this ?

Vukan examines her belly.

Chick. It used to be a piercing. But the hole is

still there…

Vukan. Hole always remains, even on a wall.

Chick. I didn’t want to take it out. It was cool.

Vukan. So why did you?

Chick. Inflammation.

He kisses the spot where the piercing used to be. Takes

her top off.

Vukan. Like a Modigliani nude.

Chick. Me?

Vukan. I love it when a girl has this rounded bit

around her belly…

Chick. Are you saying I’m fat?

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Vukan. No, come on. I like that.

Chick. Dunno. Maybe I should lose some weight

after all.

Vukan. You shouldn’t. You’re perfect as you are.

(He kisses her breast.)

Chick. Wanna turn the light off?

Vukan. Nah.

Chick. Go on.

Vukan. Why?

Chick. Go on!

Vukan. Want some more vodka?

Chick. Bring it over!

4.
Daddy Cool’s place.
Daddy Cool and Una on the bed. The TV’s on.

Daddy Cool. Where’s your boyfriend?

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Una. He’s not my boyfriend.

Daddy Cool. Ran off with his chick.

Una. She’s not his chick! Come here!

Daddy Cool. Wait a sec!

Daddy Cool is obsessively switching channels on TV.

Una. Let it rip!

Daddy Cool. I have to find some music.

Una. Turn on the radio!

Daddy Cool. There’s nothing on the radio.

Una. Come on!

She’s trying to get his attention.

Daddy Cool. Are you hungry?

Una. Yes!

Daddy Cool. I’ll get you some pie.

Una. I didn’t mean that! Come here! Take your

clothes off!

He kisses her and continues to switch the channels.

Daddy Cool. How do you get so fucked up every time?

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Una. I’m totally sober!

Daddy Cool. Yeah right!

Una. Let’s cuddle a bit!

Daddy Cool. Check this band out.

Una. Fuck, how much more?

Daddy Cool. What?

Una. Nothing.

Daddy Cool. I’ll go get some tea.

Una. You’re not going anywhere!

Una pulls him on the bed and takes the remote. They
look at the TV.

Daddy Cool. Is that Dejana?

Una. Yeah. She had a haircut.

Daddy Cool. Is she still with that friend of yours?

Una. No.

Daddy Cool. O, yeah, he’s with that chick…

Una. He’s not.

Daddy Cool. Well, what’s he doing with her then?

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Una. I’ll show you what he’s doing!

She jumps on him.

Daddy Cool. I’m going to the loo.

He leaves. She remains in the bed.

Una. (Shouting.) Got any alcohol?

5.

At Vukan’s.

Vukan. So what, he just leaves in the middle of…

Una. He’s gone for fifteen minutes and comes

back ready for three hours of sex.

Vukan. Maybe he can’t get it up.

Una. What, he takes a pill or something?

Vukan. How should I know?

Una. I’ll flip.

Vukan. Aw, well. When you go to Daddy Cool.

What the fuck do you expect?

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Una. Like you’re a lot better.

Vukan. Little Chick kicks ass.

Una. Right.

Vukan. You should see her body.

Una. Huge body…

Vukan. Like one of those Modigliani nudes.

Una. If she only knew which one it is.

Vukan. The less she knows, the better.

Una. Cut the crap!

Vukan. She’s a sculptress.

Una. So why doesn’t she sculpt your penis?

Vukan. Not a bad idea.

Una. So, you like her?

Vukan. I’m sort of fond of her.

Una. Fond of her?

Vukan. Yeah. She’s not like the other ones I bring

over for a fuck.

Una. She’s a kid.

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Vukan. You don’t like her?

Una. She’s cute, but I don’t know.

Vukan. Fuck, you made me make a pass on her.

Una. I liked the way she looked. And her hair

was neat.

Vukan. You wanted to fuck her.

Una. I didn’t.

Vukan. You know how you looked her over?

Una. What difference does it make?

Vukan. You don’t check just any girl out like that.

Una. You’re wrong.

Vukan. Besides, we have like really good time

together.

Una. Well, go on then, no one’s in your way.

Vukan. I mean, it’s not like I’m planning on

marrying her or anything… although it
wouldn’t hurt moving into her place.

Una. What, because of Dejana?

Vukan. Well, among other things.

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Una. Tough shit.

Vukan. When we get back together, she’ll be like

‘Who slept in this bed? Whom did you
fuck in here?’
…

Una. Where’s Burden?

Vukan. Dad took it on the sly last night when we

went out.

Una. Fucking shit.

Vukan. He’s not gonna sell it anyway.

Una. How do you know? The man’s a sadist.

Vukan. He’ll probably put it in the basement.

What does he have to sell it for? He only
wanted to take it away from me.

Una. I’m really pissed off. He has such idiotic

methods. I talked to that doctor and she
was totally against punishing…

Vukan. Explain that to him.

Una. Here, take the blocker!

Vukan. Are you going to crush it?

Una. Swallow it. At least I believe you.

Vukan. Look what I got from the Internet.

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Una. Morocco?

Vukan. Yeah. Look at this!

Una. Writer’s workshop. Totally crazy!

Vukan. Let’s go!

Una. Not in a million years.

Vukan. I figured it all out. Next year we’re going

to the oil platforms in Norway. Do you
know how much money there is? Once a
day you drill and fill…

Una. And what about when you cut yourself

and the salt burns your scar and you want
to die of pain.

Vukan. That’s why you’ll be there. To cook, clean

and take care of open wounds.

Una. You know that’s never hard for me.

Vukan. So, we’ve figured it all out.

Una. And what do you think about sending

those people in Morocco some stories
before we start doing the drill-fill thing?

Vukan. Yeah we can do that. I doubt anyone’s

applied.

Una. People go there to chill out, not to write.

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Vukan And they’re gonna pay us to come there!
By the way, where are we going tonight?

Una. A new club opened. We can go there.

Vukan. I made some plans with Dejana. She’s

supposed to be at The Hole.

Una. Well, we can go there later.

Vukan. Yeah, OK.

Una. Go get some oil!

Vukan. A liter?

Una Half!

6.

The Hole. Dejana is at the bar; she’s all dressed up,

drinking a cocktail. Vukan sees her and approaches.

Dejana. Hey you.

Vukan. You look great.

Dejana. Thanks.

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Vukan. I missed you.

Dejana. I missed you too.

Vukan. Lets go somewhere. Lets go to my place!

Dejana. Sit down. Have a drink.

Vukan passes his hand over her breasts.

Vukan. I missed them, too.

Dejana. What do you want to drink?

Vukan. I don’t know. Some juice.

Dejana. Juice?

Vukan. OK, a Coke.

Dejana. You don’t want any alcohol?

Vukan. What do I need it for when you’re here?

Dejana. Seriously?

Vukan. No, really… I’m not in to it.

Dejana orders.

Dejana. Whisky and a Coke. Separate.

Vukan. That dress looks good on you.

Dejana. I spoke to your father yesterday.

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Vukan. And…

Dejana. He says you’re doing better.

Vukan. As you can see.

Dejana. But you’re still not well.

Vukan. I’ve been clean for a month.

Dejana. The problem is in your head and you

know it. When you’re clean for six
months, a year, six years…

Vukan. Damn, this is the first time in the history

of addictions that somebody is swallowing blockers
after a few months of getting fixed and I’m doing that as
you can see and I’m following all the rules and shit and
you know how much I hate being controlled and I’m still
doing everything they’re telling me.

Dejana. And are you doing it for yourself?

Vukan. Yes, I’m doing it for myself. It’s my

decision.

Dejana. You know how many times you got caught

up in something and it didn’t work. Not because you
can’t do that but because you don’t want to. Because in
your system of values you find a million excuses and I
can’t go through that again.

Vukan. OK, so tell me what to do then.

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Dejana. You have Una.

Vukan. So Una is the one that bothers you!

Dejana. Of course not. She’s your guardian.

Vukan. She’s not important. She gives me my

medication and goes out with me… that’s
her role… Get it?

Dejana. And I don’t have anything against it.

Vukan. So what did you and Dad come up to?

Dejana. Are you identifying me with your father?

Vukan. Come here!

He grabs her.

Dejana. Don’t!

Vukan. Let’s go to my place!

Dejana. Listen to me!

Vukan. I’m listening.

Dejana. You have to start working.

Vukan. I can’t think about that now.

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Dejana. I found you an agency where you can
work as a copywriter.

Vukan. Yuppie doo! I have to finish my novel.

Dejana. No, you have to find a way to occupy

yourself.

Vukan. And writing a novel is not good enough?

Dejana. Why do you limit yourself so much?

Vukan. You have to read what I’ve written so far.

Dejana. I’ll try to find time. It’s really hectic at

work… It’s late. I really have to go.

Vukan. Let’s just drop in at my place.

Dejana. I’m in a hurry.

Vukan. Just for five minutes.

Dejana. Just five.

7.
“The Hole’ club.
DJ is playing music. Una is watching him. At a certain
point he comes down.

Una. Hey.

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DJ. Wassup, hippie3.

Una. Nothing special.

DJ. When’d you get in?

Una. Don’t know.

DJ. Look how packed it is. Fuck.

Una. Yeah, shit.

DJ. What’s these rags?

Una. What rags?

DJ. The ones you’re wearing, hippie.

Una. Why, what’s wrong with them?

DJ. Bloody hippie rags. When will you start

dressing normally?

Una. I dress normally.

DJ. To wear high heels, or something.

Una. No way.

DJ. Then I won’t be able to get it up with you,

hippie.

3
In Serbian, DJ’s using a distinctly masculine form of the word hippie
and it sounds very derogatory in this particular case.

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Una. You haven’t had a problem with that so
far.

DJ. You know I’m only into whores.

Una. Yeah right!

DJ. Hippie, I’ve spent my entire life by the

railway station4, among whores.

Una. Well, I’m more feminine than them

anyway.

DJ. You don’t really feel like a woman.

Una. How would you know that?

DJ. I can see it.

Una. Well, you don’t see right.

DJ. I told you the minute I met you. I can’t get

it up with hippies.

Una. Why do you keep calling me then?

DJ. You’re calling me.

Una. You can’t stand me going on with my life

without you in it.

DJ. Dream on, hippie.

4
Traditional hangout of prostitutes in Belgrade.

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Una. No need. You’re dreaming enough for the
both of us.

DJ. Let’s have a drink.

Una. OK.

(They move to the bar.)

DJ. Why’re you looking at me like that?

Una. Like what?

DJ. Like you want to suck my cock.

Una. I do want to suck your cock.

DJ. Wanna drink?

Una. Nope.

(Barmen puts vodka in front of her, she drinks it.)

DJ. And when he gives it to you, you take it.

Una. What can I tell you?

DJ. You’re such a whore.

Una. I thought I was a hippie?

DJ. Whore.

Una. Yeah, right.

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DJ. If you dressed like a whore, I’d fuck you
every day.

Una. How do you know I’d want to?

DJ. You’d have to.

Una. See ya.

DJ. Where are you going?

Una. The club is packed with whores. I don’t

want to be in your way with my hippie
appearance.

DJ. But you give good blow jobs. That’s why I

like you most.

Una. Well, you taught me.

DJ. More vodka?

Una. OK.

(Tops up.)

DJ. You look prettier somehow.

Una. That’s cause I draw energy from the men I

manipulate.

DJ. You’ll suffer for that, you bloody hippie.

Una. Let’s go somewhere so I can suffer.

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DJ. Just for a little while. I’m tired.

Una. Come on.

DJ. No fuck just blow.

8.

Vukan’s place. Vukan is sitting at the computer.

Doorbell rings. Enters Una, soaking wet.
Sound of rain in the background.

Vukan. What are you doing here?

Una. Give me a towel.

Vukan. How was it?

Una. OK.

(She takes her trousers off. A huge bruise on her leg.)

Vukan. What’s that? Let me see.

Una. Let go. It’s nothing.

Vukan. Fuck, Una, what the fuck?

Una. I like it, Vukan, get it?

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Vukan. Cut the crap, will you please. You have no
idea what you really like.

Una. Why do you think I go to him then?

Vukan. Cause it’s the easiest thing to do.

Una. Look who’s talking.

Vukan. That’s just an excuse.

Una. An excuse for what?

Vukan. For your emotional schizophrenia.

Una. Fuck, you were the only one who could

understand it. You weren’t living in those
morality trips…

Vukan. Yeah, that’s exactly how I live.

Una. I’m not saying that’s how you live, but I

couldn’t live without all this.

Vukan. Because it never happened to you…

Una. This big LOVE you and Dejana had?

Vukan. Let me finish.

Una. I don’t want it to happen to me.

Vukan. Yeah, right.

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Una. Just like you have developed smack
receptors, I have receptors for this kind of
relationships and I have to fill them up.
There are no blockers for that.

Vukan. Sincere emotions are blockers for that.

Una. What sincere emotions? What the fuck are

sincere emotions?

Vukan. You’ll know when you feel them.

Una. Just tell me, so I recognize them if I meet

them in the street somewhere…

Vukan. Nothing, they’ll go by and say hi.

Una. Oh, hiya, what’s up…

Vukan. Why’re you taking the piss now?

Una. No, I just want to know, since you’re such

an expert.

Vukan. Just tell me one thing… does he hit you

and then fuck you or does he fuck you
and then hit you or does he do it
simultaneously?

Una. That’s none of your business.

Vukan. So, why did you come over?

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Una. Do you want me to leave?

(She goes to the door.)

Vukan. Why do you have to freak out?

Una. I’m going. What’s the problem?

Vukan. Naked like that?

Una. Yeah. Why?

Vukan. Nothing. Take a towel.

She takes the towel and goes to the bathroom. Leaves

the door ajar. Vukan stays in the room,
alone. Turns the music on.
Shower.
Una (OFF)

Una. When are you going to fix the light in

here?

Vukan. Never.

Una. Where did you go? I was looking for you.

Vukan. Hanging around.

Una. I saw Chick.

Vukan. I know, I saw her.

Una. Well, was there any hanky panky?

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Vukan. Nah.

Una. Why not?

Vukan. Didn’t feel like it.

Una. You saw Dejana?

Vukan. Uh-huh.

Una. And?

Vukan. Nothing.

Una. (peeps through the door.) Give me that

top, will you?

Vukan. Which one?

Una. ‘You show me yours, I’ll show you mine’.

Vukan throws her the top.

She comes out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and
a towel wrapped around her head.

Vukan. You can take it.

Una. Forever?

Vukan. Yeah.

Una. No way! Wow!

Vukan. Well, since you like it so much.

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Una. I thought you’d never give it away.

Vukan. And it looks good on you.

Una. Imagine, if I lived down there, we could

drill a hole in here and get that firemen’s pole.

Vukan. We could throw wicked parties.

Una. Main stage at your place, chill out at

mine… Fuck, it would be so much
easier… Bullshit!

Vukan. What?

Una. All this shit. I can’t see this jerk anymore. I

really have to stop it.

Vukan. I’ve heard that a million times.

Una. I’m serious this time. Every day I wake up

I’m nauseous and I can’t even write about
it anymore… I’m pumped out… if it only
made any sense, but it doesn’t…
everything… and this bore, I mean… all
this just isn’t what it’s supposed to be…
you know? When I feel that I can’t stand it
any more, you know?

Vukan. I know.

Una. Every time I leave his place I have no idea

what I was doing there. It’s like amnesia…
And every time I get so mad and I slam the

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 door and think that’s the last time I hear
that sound, and It’s just horrible. The
problem is that all of it just disappears so
quickly, and that horrible feeling when I’m
leaving, and I never put an end to it, cause
there is no end, and it’s always the same.
And I’m sick of my so-called rebellion, like
I’m some idiot who doesn’t get anything,
who understands nothing, as if I have
nothing better to do. It’s like boredom has
come over me, and something’s pulling
me towards some fun, but every time it is
the same, like I’m watching the same
movie over and over…

Vukan. You’re a little fucked up but that’s okay.

Una. And every time on my way there I talk to

myself and know what will happen, always
the same fucking story.

Vukan. Cause that’s a feeling. Everything

afterwards just happens, and this is pure
and just yours.

Una. And what I write makes sense only to me,

and noone else.

Vukan. I’ll go get some vodka. Read this if you

want.

Una. What’s that?

Vukan. My novel.

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(He goes out. She goes to the computer, sits down and
starts reading out loud.)

Una. In a nutshell, I can’t keep a single

direction.
Actually, I’m not going anywhere. I think I
never have. Maybe I’ve been somewhere,
but, all things considered, such events
were taking place beyond the reach of my
knowledge.
I have been nowhere, now and ever.
The most important thing is no one knows
about me all there is to know.

(Una goes to the bed. She curls up. Enter Vukan, some
time later.)

Vukan. Can you imagine, we drank all the vodka!

(Una pretends to be asleep. He takes a blanket, covers

her. He strokes her hair and lies next to her.)

9.

At Daddy Cool’s place. Una is on the bed, playing with

her cell phone. Daddy Cool is playing with
a small African drum.

Daddy Cool. Do you know this song?

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Una. Nope.

Daddy Cool. Can’t you recognize it?

Una. What’s with this fucking phone?

Daddy Cool. Try from mine.

Una. I have to send an SMS.

Daddy Cool. The connections are fucked up these

days.

Una. Yeah, they are. Shit.

Daddy Cool. I’ll have to record this. We’re having a live

act at The Hole in a couple of days.

Una’s cell rings. She answers.

Una. Hey… wassup?… The connections are

fucked up... BMX… OK… Yeah… Nothing special….
watching TV… Ddon’t know, when are you home? Ok…
say hi to the head… see you then… in half an hour…
bye!

Daddy Cool. Who was that?

Una. Vukan.

Daddy Cool is composing on the drum all the time.

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Daddy Cool. Going to his place?

Una. Yeah, later?

Daddy Cool. And you’re like really his guardian?

Una. Yeah, why?

Daddy Cool. Nothing. It’s just funny, you know…

Una. And why is it funny?

Daddy Cool. You being someone’s guardian? Please!

Una. What’s wrong with that?

Daddy Cool. So you have to be with him all the time?

Una. As you can see not all the time, just

when we go out and stuff…

Daddy Cool. He can’t go alone?

Una. It’s better this way.

Daddy Cool. (Composing and singing) This town

beware… abstainers surround… speeds,
dopes, e’s, microdots, yellow, white,
green, blue…

Una. Give me that drum!

Daddy Cool. No way!

Una. Gimme!

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They’re fighting for the drum.

Daddy Cool. Why are you doing that to yourself?

Una. What?

Daddy Cool. You’re always tripping, even though it’s

crystal clear, not?

Una. What’s clear?

Daddy Cool. You hang out with him all the time…
Nothing else is important to you…

Una. It doesn’t concern you! Besides, your

presumptions are ridiculous.

Daddy Cool. That’s what you think.

Una. Will you stop with your analytic bullshit?

Daddy Cool. Now you’re going to say he’s just a

friend.

Una. Then what? Everyone has to fuck and

everything has to be so complicated and
there’s no way that it’s a simple friendship
between two people who like to spend
time with one another?

Daddy Cool. Fuck, you’re confused!

Una. Give me that drum!

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Daddy Cool is playing on it.

Daddy Cool. And we unveil your true side!

Still playing.

10.

Chick’s studio. Chick’s sculpting a head. Vukan enters.

Vukan. So, that’s the famous head.

Chick. You like it? Isn’t it neat?

Vukan. It’s unusual, for sure.

Chick. I still need to finish it. It’s somehow…

Vukan. Big?

Chick. Yeah… I guess… I don’t know. I mean I

wanted it to be this big but now it’s too
much… maybe I’ll start all over again… So
what’s up with you?

Vukan. Nothing. Just got up. We stayed up late…

Drinking…

Chick. Guys just wanna have fun. Nothing else

matters.

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Vukan. Sort of.

Chick. What about tonight?

Vukan. I’m meeting Una later…

Chick. I thought we were chilling! I bought

vodka!

Vukan. How about tomorrow?

Chick. Who are you with anyway? I really don’t

get it.

Vukan. What?

Chick. I thought you and I were like…

Vukan. Everything’s fine…

Chick. I mean, first that girl Dejana, then Una… I

don’t get it.

Vukan. I already told you: Una’s my girlfriend… I

mean, she’s not my girlfriend!

Chick. I don’t know what my problem is, but I

always run across men with unclear
relationships. Once I wanted to kill myself.
Seriously…

Vukan. Where’s your phone?

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Chick. Over there… Anyway, I wanted to take a
whole box of my mom’s chill pills.

Vukan. What’s going on with the connections

these days?

Chick. Are you listening to me?

Vukan. I am listening…

He’s speaking by telephone all the time.

Chick. And, thank god, there weren’t enough of

them. I only got a bit dizzy when my mom
told me those were the pills for mad
people.

Vukan. Your mum’s mad?

Chick. Course not. She only has to take those

cause she has some trouble with her
nerves.

Vukan. Thank god! …Hello… hey… yeah fuck the

damn connections… you?… daddy cool…
when are you coming… in half an hour…
ok… see you… by… Una said hi.

Chick. You see!

Vukan You’re tripping, you know? I have to go.

Call you later.

Chick. Wait!

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He is leaving.

Chick. What about the vodka?

11.
Vukan’s place. Vukan and Una are sitting on the floor,
drinking.

Vukan. Her head’s awful.

Una. Whose head?

Vukan. Hers.

Una. Her head?

Vukan. The one she’s making.

Una. Is it that awful?

Vukan. I’m sick of it.

Una. Of her or the head?

Vukan. Of everything.

Una. Can’t you see the kid’s tripping she’s your

girlfriend.

Vukan. That’s her problem.

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Una. You’re playing a wrong game all along.

Vukan. I don’t give a fuck.

Una. You’ll hurt her.

Vukan. Look who’s talking.

Una. Who else?

Vukan. What about you?

Una. I’m just playing around.

(Una gets a text message. She reads it.)

Una. I have to go in half an hour.

Vukan. Where are you off to?

Una. To Sladja’s.

Vukan. Who cares about Sladja! Lets have some

vodka!

Una. Later!

Vukan. Now!

Una. I already made plans with her.

Vukan. So, cancel them.

(Una goes to the bathroom) Una OFF.

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Vukan. What’s the rush?

Una. She’s waiting for me.

Vukan. Where?

Una. At home. I’m going over for coffee.

Vukan. You can have coffee here, too.

Una. I’ll be back soon. Hey, where’s my dress?

Vukan. Which one?

Una. The red one.

Vukan. No idea.

(Una comes out of the bathroom. Rummages through

the closet.)

Una. Where the fuck is it?

Vukan. Why can’t you go like that?

Una. I can, but I want to know where I left it. I

was sure…

Vukan. You have to dress up for Sladja?

Una. Yeah, right.

Vukan. Well, you’re really dressing up.

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(Una goes to the bathroom)

Vukan. Are you gonna put on some make up for

Sladja too?

Una. Cut the crap, Vukan. Did you take the

blocker?

Vukan. At five, as you know.

Una. You might as well take it half an hour

earlier.

Vukan. Sladja might as well wait.

Una. What the fuck’s the matter with you? The

girl’s waiting for me.

Vukan. To blow her?

Una. You’re nuts.

Vukan. Why don’t you just tell me where are you

off to.

Una. To Sladja’s!

Vukan. Can I come too?

Una. No you can’t.

Vukan. Why not? What, Sladja might not fancy me

being there? I thought she liked me.

Una. And where do you think I’m going?

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Vukan. You know it best.

Una. Where are the blockers?

Vukan. No idea.

(Una goes through the drawers.)

Vukan. You need to feed me and then go fuck.

Una. Exactly.

(She crumbles a pill into a spoon and goes towards

Vukan.)

Una. Open your mouth.

Vukan. Is that what he tells you?

Una. Come on!

(He pushes her and the spoon falls to the floor.)

Una. You’re so nuts.

Vukan. Why the fuck are you feeding me as if I’m

disabled. I’m not even gonna take those
any more, I don’t give a fuck.

Una. Do what you like.

Vukan. When will you be back?

Una. In an hour or two.

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Vukan. Maybe Dejana will come.

Una. What about the party tonight? Wanna get

the tickets?

Vukan. Sladja’s spinning, she can put you on the

V.I.P. list.

Una. Alright, see you.

(She goes to the door.)

Vukan. Get some vodka on your way back.

Una. Take the blocker!

(She leaves. Vukan takes the pill.)

12.

The Hole club. At the DJ cabin.

DJ. Hey!

Daddy Cool. Hey, bro… wassup?

DJ. What’s goin’ on?

Daddy Cool. Nothing. Chillin’ you?

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DJ. You know… Lot of things…

Daddy Cool. That was a good set.

DJ. Thanks, bro.

Daddy Cool. Fuck, we haven’t done a live act for some

time…

DJ. We’re really fucked up.

Daddy Cool. We have to do, you know…

DJ. Yeah, for sure… did you hear this song?

Daddy Cool. Spin it!

DJ. I got it from Berlin last week.

Daddy Cool. It’s good.

DJ. What are you drinking?

Daddy Cool. Beer.

DJ. (to the waiter) Two tequilas!

Daddy Cool. Lots of salt!

They drink it.

DJ. Two more!

Daddy Cool. Cheers, bro. There’s our chick.

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DJ. Yeah, bro, but which one?

Daddy Cool. Una. It’s funny… that whole sharing thing.

DJ. When was it not fun? So, you’re not

hucked up with her any more?

Daddy Cool. Just sometimes.

DJ. When necessary.

Daddy Cool. Yeah! Emergency only.

DJ. Chicks like that should be hung. You

know what she was talking about you...
I totally pissed off.

Daddy Cool. What?

DJ. That you’re autistic, and that you bore

her.

Daddy Cool. Who cares?

DJ. And then I hit her and asked her then why
the fuck was she with you, and then she said something
stupid like she can trust you…

Daddy Cool. Okay, man.

DJ. It’s not OK, bro, she can’t talk like that.

Daddy Cool. Let it go, bro…

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DJ. She’s still hanging out with that so-called
friend of hers. I heard he was the worst junkie.

Daddy Cool. Yeah, bro, he was a little hooked on

dope, now he’s hooked on her.

DJ. What, he was seriously into it?

Daddy Cool. Yeah, bro, he’s on blockers now.

DJ. Then what’s he doing here! More

tequila?

Music.

13.
Toilet of “The Hole” club.
Chick is in front of a mirror, putting some make up on.
Dejana enters. She’s visibly drunk. She stands next to
Chick, takes a brush out of her purse, starts brushing
her hair.

Dejana. Whore, slut, what are you doing here?

Chick. Excuse me?

Dejana. Nothing. I’m just practicing the lines to

say to that bitch who got into my
boyfriend’s bed.

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Chick. I thought you were talking to me.

Dejana. Only if you’re the filthy slut my

boyfriend fucks for lack of better
things to do.

Chick. So you’re Dejana.

Dejana. You recognized me?

Chick. I know you from TV.

Dejana. I know you from other stories.

Chick. So what do you want?

Dejana. What do I want?

Chick. Yes, because you followed me in here.

Dejana. No, girl, I came in here to put some make

up on.

Chick. Why did you start talking to me then?

Dejana. Well, I thought we should meet. After all,

you are fucking my boyfriend in my
bedding and I suppose you’re using my
toothbrush, my razor, maybe you’re even
wearing my panties.

(Takes her by the belt. Chick winces.)

Dejana. Nah, your ass is too big.

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Chick. Don’t worry, Vukan lets me use his
toothbrush and his pants.

Dejana. Well, his would just about fit you.

Chick. What do you want from me anyway?

You’re not even with him anymore.

Dejana. Did he tell you that?

Chick. Yes.

Dejana. And you believe him?

Chick. Why wouldn’t I?

Dejana. Because you’re a stupid kid and you don’t

know anything about men, at least not
about men like him.

Chick. That’s what you think.

Dejana. What, you happen to have got to the

bottom of his dark secrets?

Chick. I have.

Dejana. Well, then tell me something I don’t know.

Chick. No need for that.

Dejana. Why’s that?

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Chick. I really have no intention to swap stories
with you.

Dejana. You’re not much to look at anyway. You’re

a bit too tall for his taste and a bit bulky
too.

Chick. What do you want from me? What, you

want us to insult each other?

Dejana. Fuck, what size of shoes do you wear?

Chick. Is it my fault that your boyfriend is with

me now?

Dejana. No, my dear, your fault is staying too long.

Chick. Staying where?

Dejana. In Vukan’s life. It’s time for you to remove

yourself.

Chick. Wanna ask him, who is the one he wants

to be with?

Dejana. No need, I already know that, but, see,

there are things you don’t know.

Chick. Such as?

Dejana. How he likes to fuck. Where he likes to

fuck. Did he make you put his mother’s fur
coat and high heels on while he’s fucking
you?

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Chick. No. For him, I am sufficient.

Dejana. Now, really? How come he hasn’t shown

you his favorite toy then?

Chick. He didn’t have a chance.

Dejana. Well, ask him to show it to you.

Chick. If I remember.

Dejana. Let him show you the vibrator I use to

fuck him in the ass and pine leaves lube in
the right drawer bellow the computer. And
while he’s at it, ask him to tell you about
his main problem, because I see you don’t
know about that one.

Chick. What do you mean?

Dejana. He never showed you the little colored

pills he’s taking.

Chick. He’s not doing e-s anymore, if that’s what

you mean.

Dejana. I don’t mean e-s.

Chick. What then?

( Dejana goes to her, kisses her in the mouth)

Dejana. And this is what turns him on the most.

Remember that. A small trick.

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14.

The same evening in the club, only in a different part of

it.

Vukan. Fuck, I’d really do some smack right now.

I miss the fucking flashes.

Una. Cut the bullshit, you moron.

Vukan. It’s like I wanna drive but I’m out of gear.

Una. Wanna drink on the house?

He just looks at her.

Vukan. Come here for a second.

Una. I’m going to get drinks.

Vukan. Come here, please.

Una. I’ll be back in two minutes.

Vukan. No, now, please. Come on.

Una. What’s the matter?

Vukan. There’s something I need to tell you.

Una. You’re completely drunk.

Vukan. Come here.

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Una. Come where?

Vukan. Over here.

Una. I’m right here.

Vukan. Closer.

Una. Look, Vukan, really… What?

Vukan. This is now or never.

Una. Cut the crap.

Vukan. Listen to me.

Una. I’m listening.

Vukan. I’ve never had a female friend.

Una. Me neither.

Vukan. Either I wanted to fuck them, or they were

stupid or we didn’t get each other…

Una. And…

Vukan. I mean, I know this is going to sound like

a phrase to you, but it’s really not, it’s
really sincere… you’re a wonderful
person, and you’re clever and interesting
and you’re a fucking good writer and
you’re a babe but that’s beside the point
now I mean it’s not but I really know this

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 will sound stupid and I know I’m full of
shit, but I really respect you.

Una. You’re my best friend.

Vukan. And I really…

Una. What?

Vukan. Nothing.

Una. Say it.

Vukan. Go, get your daily torture dose.

Una. You want me to go?

Vukan. Yes.

(Una leaves.)

Vukan. Una…

15.
Una follows DJ to the restroom.

Una. Hey.

DJ. What do you want?

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Una. Nothing.

Una goes to the mirror.

DJ. It’s no use.

Una. What?

DJ. Whatever you’re up to.

Una. And what am I up to?

DJ. When deep down you’re a hippie.

Una. Maybe I want to be a hippie.

DJ. comes up to her from behind.

DJ. Nobody wants that.

He goes to the door.

Una. Wait.

DJ. What is it, hippie?

Una. Come here.

DJ. What do you want?

Una. Come.

DJ. What? What do you want?

Una. You know.

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DJ. Then say it.

Una. You know what I want.

DJ. I want you to say it.

Una. Come on!

DJ. What?

Una. You know!

DJ. You wanna give me a blow?

Una. Maybe.

DJ. And then you would like me to beat you a

little?

Una. Maybe.

DJ. Well, forget it, hippie.

Una. Why?

DJ grabs her by the hair.

DJ. Cause I say so.

He kneels her in front of him.

DJ. Want some?

He hits her.

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DJ. Answer me!

Una. Yes!

DJ. Well, no.

DJ pulls her up.

DJ. You don’t turn me on tonight.

Una. Yeah, right.

DJ. Next time I’ll drip wax on your tongue, then

you’ll blow.

Una. Can’t wait.

DJ. You’ll wish we never met. Now go home.

Una. No.

DJ. Then don’t… Stupid hippie.

He exits.

16.
The Hole. Vukan is sitting. Dejana enters.

Vukan. Hey.

Dejana. Hi…

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Vukan. Wassup?

Dejana. I’m trying to find my cameraman. Did you

see him by any chance?

Vukan. No.

Dejana. I’ve been looking for him for ages…

Vukan. Wanna drink?

Dejana. I had like a liter of absent, I’m done.

Vukan. Chill…

Dejana. I have to shoot two more parties tonight.

I’m totally freaking out.

Vukan. It’s two.

Dejana. I know but I have editing at four.

Vukan. Listen to the song.

Dejana. They were playing it at that trashy club

in Turkey.

Vukan. When that old albino guy tried to pick

you up.

Dejana. God…

Vukan. And I had to beat him up.

Dejana. You were such a jerk.

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…

Vukan. I’m going to Morocco.

Dejana. Really?

Vukan. When I save up.

Dejana. What are you going there for?

Vukan. To finish my novel.

Dejana. All over to Morocco?

Vukan. You know me.

Dejana. Going alone?

Vukan. With Una, probably.

Dejana. Nice…

Vukan. What’s up with you?

Dejana. I’m doing a new show on the radio…

And a commercial… this and that…
Vukan. I saw your pal from TV.

Dejana. Which one?

Vukan. The funny one with the big head.

Dejana. We’re supposed to do a documentary

together.

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Vukan. Say hi to him.

Dejana. I will. You? Writing?

Vukan. Yeah.

Dejana. How’s it going?

Vukan. Ok… Sure you don’t want to drink

anything?

Dejana. No, thanks.

Vukan. Come on! One little vodka.

Dejana. You know I don’t drink vodka.

Vukan. I’m going to get a drink.

Dejana. I’ll go look for my cameraman.

Vukan. OK.

Dejana. See you later.

He kisses her in the cheek and exits.

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17.
At Vukan’s place. Una is all dresses up in her little red
dress, she’s hysterically running around the house.
Vukan is stoned, smoking weed. Very load music.

Una. Let’s go!

Vukan. Let’s not!

Una. Come on!

Vukan. We’ll chill here.

Una. Come on!

Vukan. The Hole bores me.

Una. Why do you always have to ruin everything.

Vukan. Go by yourself.

Una hysterically changes the music. Runs around the

room. Vukan is watching her.

Una. What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Vukan. Who’s looking at you?

Una. Lets go for a while, if it’s boring we’ll come

back.

Vukan. I can’t really.

Una. Why?

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Vukan. Because I can’t, get it?

Una. I don’t get it.

Vukan. Then I don’t know what to tell you.

Una. Every fucking night we go to that fucking

hole and now it’s boring for some reason…

Vukan. It swallows me.

Una. You’re high.

Vukan. Yeah…

Una. We planned it.

Vukan. Sit down.

Una doesn’t sit.

Una. I mean, I’ll be there… all the time… with you…

if that bothers you…

Vukan. Go get some vodka.

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18.
Dejana in front of the mirror in the restroom at The Hole.
This scene is supposed to be like a
preparation battle, putting on makeup like
putting on armor. Dejana is talking on the
cell phone. Una comes into the restroom
and stands in front of the mirror. They
smile at each other.

Dejana. How can I know… I don’t care I have a

shooting in ten minutes… this idiot hasn’t
arrived yet… I don’t have time for that… I
have to look… wait a second… fuck! (she
hangs up) Hey.

Una. Hi.

Dejana. My makeup is running.

Dejana’s cell rings.

Dejana. They’re crazy (she answers it) What?… I

don’t know… (hangs up)

Una. The world is going mad.

Dejana. Can anything go my way today?

Una. Have a tissue.

Dejana. Thanks. Here, try this lipstick; I think it’ll

look good on you.

Una. The color is nice.

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Dejana. I got it at the set yesterday but it’s too
subtle for me.

Una puts the lipstick on, Dejana watches.

Dejana. You have such a great nose!

Una. Thanks.

Dejana. It’s so perfect.

Una. Do you have a brush or something?

Dejana starts taking out a whole hair salon out of her

purse.

Dejana. Pick and choose.

Dejana puts makeup on her eyes.

Una. How can you draw a line so thin?

Dejana. Years of experience. Can you watch my

purse, I have to change the stockings?

Una. Yeah, sure.

Dejana goes to the cabin. Una goes through her purse.

Dejana OFF.

Dejana. Who did you come with?

Una. Vukan.

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Dejana. I was talking to his dad the other day and we
were both wondering is he’s really writing
that novel or faking it to avoid the work.

Una. He should finish it soon.

Dejana. Comes out of the cabin.

Dejana. That’s what he always says.

Una. He just doesn’t like being bugged.

Dejana. If only he would stop bugging me to read

all those fucking versions of the same
story, I mean It’s okay in some way I was
the first one that gave him the idea but I’m
so busy now, I don’t even have time to
breath…

Una. Well, that’s how he is.

Dejana He doesn’t get the fact that he doesn’t

have to be with me in order to write.

Una. It’ll pass…

Dejana. Tell me something… did he cut out that

part with the old albino…

Una. I think so.

Dejana. That’s totally going overboard.

Una. Yeah… well… I’m going inside.

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Dejana. Call me if something comes up with
Vukan.

Una. No problem.

Dejana. And Una…

Una. Yes?

Dejana. Thanks for taking care of him.

Una. You’re welcome.

Una exits.

19.
Vukan is at the bar. DJ enters.

DJ . Hey.

Vukan. O, hi.

DJ. Wassup?

Vukan. Nothing special. Playing tonight?

DJ. No, just came by.

Vukan. It’s been empty all night. Boring.

DJ. I was leaving anyway.

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Vukan. Me too.

DJ (to the barman) Tequila. Want something?

Vukan No, thanks.

DJ. Where’s Una?

Vukan I don’t know.

DJ. Tell her I stopped by if you see her.

Vukan. OK.

Una enters.

Una. Hey.

DJ. Where were you?

Vukan. I’m leaving.

Una. Wait, where are you going?

Vukan. To walk around… home… don’t know…

DJ. Are you going?

Una. Wait, Vukan!

Vukan. It’s okay. Go. See you later.

DJ. Let’s go.

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Una. I’ll come over…

DJ pulls her by the hand. She goes with him. Vukan

goes to the other side.

20.
The two scenes are taking place simultaneously.
On one side, Vukan enters his apartment. On the other
side, Una and DJ.

DJ. Why did you call me?

Una. Felt like it.

DJ. You know I don’t like being pushed

around.

Una. You didn’t have to come.

DJ. Slut.

Una. That’s why you love me the most.

DJ. I don’t give a fuck.

Una. Come on.

DJ. What?

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He grabs her jaw.

Una. You can do much better than that.

DJ. Do you want me to piss in your mouth,

hippie?

Una wants to kiss him.

DJ. What the… Whore!

Una. What is this?

DJ. What?

Una. This sound.

DJ. You’re hallucinating, bitch.

Una. I knew it. I knew it.

DJ. What do you know?

Una. Stop.

DJ. Who are you gonna tell to stop? What do

you want? You done some acid? Huh?
Have you? Have you, bitch?

Una. So beautiful.

DJ. Who’s beautiful?

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Una. The sound.

DJ. Will you stop it, bitch!

Una. When you call me bitch, it sounds so

wonderful.

DJ. Why’re you looking at me like that?

Una. Like what?

DJ. Like you want to…

Una. Well I do want to suck your cock.

DJ. You’ve always been a bitch.

Una. A bitch.

DJ. What do you want?

Una. Nothing.

DJ. You can only blow me. Nothing else. I’m

not gonna fuck you. No way, bitch.

Una. Why not?

DJ. Because I say so! I’ll fuck you in the

mouth until you start crying. I’ll stick it in
your throat so hard that it hurts, and at
some point, when you’re not able to
breathe anymore, you’ll beg me to stop
and I’ll just stick it further and then at

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when I’ll come.

Una. Fuck me!

DJ. No, slut! I told you!

Una. I thought you’ve changed your mind.

DJ. Shut up, bitch! Will you?

Una. No.

DJ. I’ll kill you, you pathetic bitch!

Una. OK.

DJ. You’ll be sorry.

Una. Never.

(He hits her. She falls to the floor.)

DJ. Didn’t I tell you to shut up?

(She’s quiet.)

DJ. Now what? What are you whimpering for?

Whimper, bitch! You just go ahead and
whimper. You want to suck it? Suck it,
then! Come on… Put it in your mouth.
Like that… Come on, easy. Do you love it,
bitch? Want me to hit you again? Say you
love it! Say it bitch!

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He hits her.

DJ. I’ll smash your fucking head you stupid

whore.

Una. Let me go!

DJ. You’re not going anywhere. Say you love

it bitch!

Una. I love it.

DJ. That’s right... You love it. Suck it, bitch.

Don’t stop. That’s right… Love it. That’s
right, bitch. Faster! Mind the teeth! More
gently! Take it all the way now, quickly! Is
that tears I see? Cry, bitch. Don’t you dare
throw up on me! I’ll kill you! You know? I’ll
smash you!

Una. Have you finished?

DJ. Don’t you ‘have you finished’ me! Who do

you think you are? No, I haven’t. Have
you?

Una. I have.

DJ. You’re lying, bitch! Who taught you to lie?

I’ll kill you!

Una. This sound… That’s what made me come.

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DJ. I’ll kill you, crazy bitch! What the fuck do
you think you are. I’ll bash your head in!

Una. That’s how I imagined it would sound…

DJ. What would sound? What are you talking

about?

Una. Love.

She falls to the floor.

He kicks her. She doesn’t move. He leaves quickly.
At the same time, Vukan takes his heroin accessories
out, cooks some heroin up and shoots up.
This coincides with DJ hitting Una and Una falling to the
floor.
Vukan slides into being stoned as Una says the last line,
‘Love’.

Lights on Una and Vukan only. Their lines intertwine.

.

Vukan. If only…

Una. I had a dream…

Vukan I had a bicycle…

Una. I woke up one morning…

Vukan. It could be a small one…

Una. And I had no idea where I was…

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Vukan. With tiny thin tires…

Una. I started walking down the street and

finally started recognizing the buildings…

Vukan. And a big loud bell…

Una. I came to the building where a friend of

mine lived…

Vukan. I sat on the bus and rode along the

streets…

Una. I’m passing through the hallway. By the

door of a stinking old hag on floor one…

Vukan. Everything around me blends together, I

have no idea where I am…

Una. I find the keys at the stairs…

Vukan. Just colors, passing me by, as if I were on

acid…

Una. I climb to the second floor. Water from a

neighbors flat floods me…

Vukan. Like in an airless space…

Una. The water is taking me to the basement. I

have to swim up the stairs…

Vukan. I haven’t felt this light for a long time…

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Una. Finally I manage to get to the apartment
number 13.

Vukan. I keep riding, but everything around me

stops…

Una. I knock on the door, exhausted.

Vukan. As if I were trapped in a surrealist

painting.

Una. The door opens slowly.

Vukan. I was in a room.

Una. Nothing there but me.

Vukan. Memory made me sick.

Una. I had no friends.

Vukan. I stopped taking care of love…

Una. I heard it never brings anything good.

Vukan. I was comfortable being indifferent.

Una. I crawled along the wooden floor, pricking

my ears.

Vukan. I kept getting up and marked the spot

where my body used to lie with a piece of
chalk.

Una. I killed the cockroach with my shoe.

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Vukan. Those were the only moments I made any
sound.

Una. Never used candles.

Vukan. I hated the light of them.

Una. Nights are lonely, yet comforting.

Vukan. My mornings smelled of void.

Una. I got bored.

Vukan. Nothing there but me.

Una. I’ll never go back to that place.

Vukan. I’m just bored.

Una. It irritates me.

Vukan. Small stings.

Una. They don’t hurt me enough.

Vukan. That’s the point.

Una. You managed to live through the winter?

Vukan. The socket broke.

Una. Eternal love.

Vukan. Who screwed you up.

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Una. Light is delusion.

Vukan. I went to the window and closed the

shutters.

Una. I took off my shirt and went to the bed.

Vukan. I screwed the light bulb in.

Una. I pressed the light switch on the wall.

Vukan. Light started leaking from the lamp.

Una. I couldn’t see a thing, for a moment.

Vukan. I think I couldn’t.

Una. Then I fell asleep.

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Vukan lies on the floor of his room, stoned. Una enters
his apartment. She is beaten up. She sits
next to him. They’re silent for a while and
then she looks at him.

Una. Go get some vodka.

THE END

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