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Play Flesh is about mother-daughter relationship and is based on a newspapers article. Mother, who is now old and poor, is angry because her daugher Aisha refused to take care of her when she started to earn as a prostitute. Aisha did so because of her mother's manipulation she felt all her life. During a painful and brutal quarrel Mother throws acid into Aisha's face, ruining her beauty.




 

YEAR OF PRODUCTION: 2004.

CHARACTER: 2 FEMALE

1 OF UNIDENTIFIED CHARACTER

MALE VOICES

TRANSLATED BY: IVANA IVKOVIC

COPYRIGHT: FULL COPYRIGHT

 


 

CHARACTERS:

Mother

Aisha

&

DOUBT

&

MALE VOICES


THE PRESENT – GOOD NEWS/BAD NEWS


- New York – A 35 year old American woman is accused of murder after she beat up and then slaughtered her husband with the thin high heel of her shoe, the Brooklyn police department reports. The unlucky husband died in the early hours of the night after a fight in front of a night club succumbing to wounds inflicted to the chest, head, torso and neck.

- Bangkok – Doctors have barely managed to save the sight of the 81 year old Thai monk who had by mistake used a superstrong glue on his eyes mistaking it for eye drops. The operation at the Angthong hospital lasted two hours and the surgeons managed to separate the glued eyelids using acetone. Phra Khru Prapatworakhun, who lives at a temple in Angthong, is feeling well.

- Anchorage – Surgical procedure managed to reattach the severed penis of an Anchorage man (44). The organ was cut off by his enraged wife after an argument and make-up sex who then threw it into the toilet and flushed. She drove the unlucky man to the hospital while the workers of a local plumbing company, alarmed by the police, managed to detach the toilet and find the amputated penis.

- Istanbul – A man and a woman incarcerated in a Turkish prison who dug a hole between their cells allowing them to have intercourse which lead to birth of a child have been sentenced to additional four months punishment for damaging state property. The convicted murderer Seylan Corduk and Kadriye Fikret Oget, incarcerated for planting a bomb, managed to dig a ten centimeter wide hole in the wall separating their cells.

- Hong-Kong – Doctors are fighting for the life of a 23 year old woman injured when, following an argument, her mother threw muriatic acid in her face. She explained her act by stating her daughter did not take sufficient care of her because she, working as a prostitute, did not care for her emotionally or financially once she started earning money.

SOON


MOTHER:

Soon. You will be beautiful. You will be born with ease. As if you know you will have a nice life. As you surface from me, I will smile. My smile will remain on your face.

Soon. Two, but the same. I will watch you as I sleep. You will not dissipate under my glance. You will only grow. I will hold your hand. Keep your balance. Teach you to walk slightly above the ground. You will be invincible. You will have no fear. Wherever you go, quietly and without intrusion, I will follow you. Unnoticed. Always ready. Behind your back. On your side.

Soon. I will carry you on my arms. My fragile treasure. Keep you from the cold, disturbance, evil. Nothing bad will happen to you. Nothing bad can happen to you. Sleep. Bright face. Big eyes. Long strides. The emblem of happiness.

DOUBT


DOUBT:

Do you ever doubt?

MOTHER:

No.

DOUBT:

Sometimes? As she turns in your stomach and kicks you with little feet? Do you wonder if she will – succeed?

MOTHER:

She will.

DOUBT:

She must succeed. Both for her and for your sake. Because you haven't.

MOTHER:
No, I haven't! But I now know more then before. I will show her the right way.

DOUBT:

The only way she can become a Somebody. To have something. But, what can you tell her about that? You have nothing.

MOTHER:

I used to have. My fortune lays in me. The freshness, youth, porcelain skin, perfect legs.

DOUBT:

And now... Take a look at yourself. Your skin is flabby. You teeth yellow. You've gained weight. You have nothing any longer.

MOTHER:

People have the ability to reproduce as a species. To transfer their wisdom to their posterity. She will be smarter them me. She will make use of all she has. She must become the perfect product and sell herself. Success – that is money.

DOUBT:

Are there other ways?

MOTHER:

I know better then anyone there are not. I've tried.

DOUBT:

May she try, too?

MOTHER:

Try and fail? No. There is only one life. She must have a goal and be consistent. If she doesn't want to end up...

DOUBT:

As you.

MOTHER:

As me. Without anything and anybody. But, what do you know about it? You live in the comfort of torturing others.

DOUBT:

I am doubt. I am here to ask questions.

PRESENT – YOU ARE GUILTY MOTHER


AISHA:

Once I was beautiful. Once I was alive. Until recently, I was Aisha. Now I am nobody.

MOTHER:

I am not to blame!

AISHA:

You are guilty, mother. You are not a mother. You are a crocodile. I no longer have a mother. She gave me birth and killed me. My skin is burnt. My eyes are burnt. My muscles gone. No man exists for me any longer. All I can is relive the lust and  sweat of joined skin.

His nails scratch leaving red marks on my back. Bites and marks on the dirty sheets of the salty and bitter bed; and the kisses, and our non-existing love, but at least then - I was alive.

Every time, as I lay beneath him and watched his shoulders shaking in the frantic rhythm of  destruction, I saw light.

Thousands of lights. Red and yellow city lights. The beams of the club lights.

The sound of a thousand feet hitting the floor. The music deafening the ears of the dancers, so loud it hits the brain.

They jump and dance and jump and dance and jump and dance and I jump with them. I bounce off the stiff bed, naked and pale. I break the thick and dirty window pane and- I fly, I dive directly into them and they reach their hands out to me, welcome me, grab my flesh, and I laugh, scream of joy and I am alive, alive, alive, a-live!!!

MOTHER:

You could have stayed here.

AISHA:

I could not stay here. Closed up with you who tell me what to do and where to go and where to not go and how large a stride I can take.

MOTHER:

I wanted your life to be a successful shining orbit beyond.

PAST – A LESSON

MOTHER:

Tuck your stomach in. What is your posture like? Stand straight, damn it.

AISHA:

Nobody can see me.

MOTHER:

It must be under your skin. No matter who is watching you. You must be like it always. Beautiful. Attractive. Desirable.

AISHA:

But I am already desirable, aren't I?

MOTHER:

You are so stupid my darling. You are not as much as you could be. You walk like a limping stork. And you are embarrassed to stick you breasts out.

AISHA:

I am not embarrassed.

MOTHER:

You are embarrassed. But that will pass. You must practice. Success does not come on its own. Blood. Sweat. Piss. Drudgery.

AISHA:

And then?

MOTHER:

Then you will be able to do anything. You will choose how you'll live. Take anything you want. Everything that belongs to you.

AISHA:

And what would happen if I were not beautiful?

MOTHER:

Nothing. No one would even look at you. You'd always stay hungry and fucked up!

AISHA:

You obviously didn't practice enough.

MOTHER:

You little rat. Who says I didn't?

AISHA:

Then why are we here?

MOTHER:

There was a mistake. A fatal meeting with your father. See how good I am. I told you everything in advance. I hope you don't have to be told twice.

AISHA:

And when can I finally go out?

MOTHER:

When you're ready. A finished product. Merchandise without a flaw. You will live. A nice, nice life. Everyone likes nice things. It is a pity they are expensive. It is a pity we do not have them. What do you make of those who give away food to the hungry – idiots... - do they know that no one can fill up on that.? No, they don't know. They don't know real hunger. Glass. Shine. Diamonds. Glass. Shine. Bling, bling... Bliiing. Mo-ney. I am hungry. There is nothing to eat in this house.

AISHA:

I am hungry, too.

MOTHER:

I helped you, and you will help me. I would die if I saw you suffer. I love you.

AISHA:

I love you too.

MOTHER:

You will pay attention to what I say?

AISHA:

I will.

MOTHER:

I am afraid.

AISHA:

You? What of?

MOTHER:

What if you leave me?

AISHA:

I won't leave you. You didn't leave me.

MOTHER:

We have always been together. The two of us.

AISHA:

The two of us and no one else.

MOTHER:

Do you want someone else too? Sorry. It won't happen. Prepare yourself. Every woman near you will want to murder you. Every man near you will want to fuck you. You will never have friends. But, you will always have a mother. And everything you have now. There is a pillar in the middle of this sphere, an immeasurably tall, immeasurably firm. It reaches to the universe. It is built from everything you have to sell and that what you can buy. M-O-N-E-Y.

PAST – AMUSEMENT OF PRETTY BOYS

MOTHER:

They are not better they you. Don't let them confuse you. Be good to them. Let them love you.

AISHA:

They don't need to love me. Just to pay.

MOTHER:

They'll pay, but please them. Satisfy them. And they will become accustomed to you. They will need you the way they need food. They way they need water and light. You have the power of control over them. You are gorgeous. Show them your teeth. Bite them, gently. Draw some blood. They will appreciate you. And when someone falls in love with you, recognize him. Look into his eyes. They will be blind, watery and moist. Take his hand. Lead. Make him good. He must have everything you lack. And he must love you forever.

AISHA:

I'm hungry.

MOTHER:

There is food there. Ready?

AISHA:

Ready.

Mother pushes Aisha into the party.


MALE VOICES:

- Disgusting wine.

- Fucked up party.

- Lets go somewhere else.

- Lets go. No. Wait. Look over there.

- Where? What?

- There.

- Mmmm. She's sweet. Should we stay?

- Lets stay a while. Look at her. Ha? The way she looks in front of herself... And the way she walks.

- Makes you want to lay her on one of these tables and take off her panties.

- She's so sweet. And scared.

- She's not scared of anything. She's just a beginner.

MOTHER:

We practiced all this. Straighten you back. Raise your head. Return their looks. Their teeth flash in the dark! They want to eat you up! Careful! Never end up on their plate! If that happens, they wont pursue you any longer! They want you. They watch you. Just look! The most beautiful!

AISHA:

It is nice here! Shiny and glittery! This – this is my world! This is where I want to be! Everyone wants this, all of them! And I am here! ME!

DOUBT


DOUBT:

Do you ever doubt?

AISHA:

No.

DOUBT:

Sometimes? At night? When you can't sleep? Do you ever ask yourself – are there other ways?

AISHA:

No. I'm sure.

DOUBT:

Do you ever ask yourself – how far can you go?

AISHA:

I know how far. All the way.

DOUBT:

But, what if you – get tired?

AISHA:

I won't get tired. My motives are firm.

DOUBT:

You believe you'll always be this sure?

AISHA:

And what do you think?

DOUBT:

I am doubt. I don't have to think. I question.

AISHA:

Do you think you'll lead me to doubt?

DOUBT:

No. I am here to say it out loud. The things you sometimes think yourself. You have twisted and turned in your bed, haven't you...? Pushed your head under the pillow, sweat, questioned and heard your heart beat – boom boom boom boom – Maybe there's another solution? What would you like to be when you grow up?

AISHA:

Happy. And with a full stomach.

DOUBT:

Or – someone else's meat? A pet of a pet? Fucked up. Aren't you afraid of aging? And surliness? You will dry up. Your tongue will drag to the floor. And you'll lick it. And the shit that goes with it. And the dust. And the dirt. You will hate. You'll die with a curse on your lips. Or do you think it can't happen to you? Do you think you're so special?

AISHA:

Do you have eyes? Look at me then! How do I look?

DOUBT:

You sleep with your eyes open and see nothing. And when you wake, you'll vomit hugging the toilet.

AISHA:

Fuck off smartest. Lead to question. Some other fool.

PAST – ON THE IDEAL HOUSE PET

MOTHER:

Aisha?

AISHA:

What?

MOTHER:

I've been thinking.

AISHA:

You've been thinking.

MOTHER:

About you. You're grown up. How time flies.

AISHA:

You're getting old.

MOTHER:

And you. It's time. You must secure your future. Make the best for yourself. Find the best house pet there is. To watch you and take care of you, feed you and keep you warm.

AISHA:

Why now?

MOTHER:

You may get tired latter, give up, become dispirited. Become feeble. Dry up. Maybe your face will become gray. Or you'll lose your hair. Your skin will turn to orange skin. Your teeth rot, your breath stink. Secure yourself. Get married.

AISHA:

I have only started living. To tie myself down?

MOTHER:

Just tie yourself to. You won't lose anything. You'll gain it all. Now, Aisha, while you still can, do it. For yourself. For me. Remember? YOU rested, I worked. I slaved. It hurt ME. YOU slept. Slept carelessly. I took care of us. ALONE. ME. On my own. Now it's your turn

PAST – THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREES OF WARMTH

AISHA:

I don't even know what he looks like. Like the others, I guess. He won't stand out. Except the look of his face when he sees me. When I see him. I will think hurriedly. How do I seduce you? I am not innocent. Or only yours. But, I know you will never judge me. I will hold you with a white hand to my white breast. I will envelope you with cat's smooth legs, squeezing your ribs until you become breathless. Days will flow like grains of sand in a big sand hour-glass. I am afraid of being alone. At night, in bed, in the dark. Sweaty, speechless, empty. Dreams, nightmares. A carnivore plant. It eats me from the inside. Come into my room. Lean over the bed as I sleep. Rock me in you arms. Three hundred sixty degrees of warmth. Please. I will never ask you for anything else. Appear. I will seduce you, I’ll  kiss you naked, I’ll have you, love you and lose you at the end.

PRESENT – IN THE RING

AISHA:

He had bright eyes. For a moment I even thought they could be cruel. He had a child's face. He didn't look evil at all. The ideal house pet.

MOTHER:

And it went wrong.

AISHA:

From the very start. I am born for bad performances. A marital bed inside a boxing ring. I, I, not YOU, I was there. The punches hit my face! The clap of the hungry. Aj-ša, Aj-ša, lets-go Aj-ša! Your hands clap with more diligence then the rest. Go on! Go on! Stay in form! Fists in front. Feet in stance! No surrender!

MOTHER:

No, not for the brave ones.

AISHA:

There is a star in the sky. A goal in the mind. Follow it. Blindly and with persistence. It will be worth the trouble.

MOTHER:

And it could have been.

AISHA:

No matter how much it hurts? But how it looks when you fall on your back? Your legs spread out, beaten and bloody? With bloody thighs. On the floor. Me.

MOTHER:

You could have fought that match with more brains.

AISHA:

I could have. And I could have disappeared. I had already begun to disappear. To become smoke. A small pleat in the sky.

MOTHER:

So you ran away.

AISHA:

Finally away from my cruel, small and fat master. My own.

MOTHER:

Everyone's.

AISHA:

My own.

MOTHER:

Everyone's.

AISHA:

My own.

MOTHER:

Everyone's.

AISHA:

My own. Even if it is a new narrow bed each time. Different, but similar hairy shoulders. The stench of sweat. But always, always the same light. There is no one who thinks he owns me. Who wants to take away my ability to think, to live. No one like you. What did you think we'd gain with that stupid, naive idea that there is anyone in this world who wants to be someone's saviour? There isn't. Not if you don't give your blood in exchange.

PAST – OPEN YOUR MOUTH


AISHA:

Love. Come in. Make yourself comfortable. Take off your shoes. Are you thirsty?

Love. Come. Touch me.

Love. Relax. I am good. I help you. I won't do anything you don't want me to. I will do everything so you don't have to.

Love. Yes, be loud. We are on our own. No one can hear you or see you. It won't be your fault anyway. The fault is all mine. I am selling here. You have nothing to do with it.

Love. Don't be gentle. There is no need. Be as you are. You wonder how I know you so well? There is nothing special about you. Are you embarrassed? I'm not. Are you still pretending? Please. Take it out. Push it into me. Don't tell me – I love you.

Love. Feel free. I give you love.


MALE VOICE:

- Shut up. Open your mouth.

PRESENT – FREEDOM


AISHA:

Freedom. By any means.

MOTHER:

And what kind of freedom is that?

AISHA:

Choose the lesser of two evils. The one where you are your own master. How can it be that you still don't understand? I wanted to be alone, without you.

MOTHER:

So why did you come back that day?

AISHA:

I was curious. I wonder what you look like, how much you have deteriorated. Has your face become stiff from hunger? A stone of a frozen cramp? What you're like now that all your plans fell through? I must admit I was curious.

MOTHER:

I smelled that a long while ago. His rotten foaming blood.

PAST – FLESH

MOTHER is scrubbing the floor with a brush she keeps dipping into a bucket filled with liquid, her hands gloved. She does it energetically, frenetically.

AISHA:

Hello my dump. Hello mother.

MOTHER:

Aisha?!

AISHA:

As chance would have it, here I am. And I'm not here to talk at all. I wish to eat and sleep, and I'll be on my way. What's the smell? Something sour. You?

MOTHER:

Had you ever scrubbed a floor, you'd know.

AISHA:

You keep scrubbing but it's still not clean.

MOTHER:

You look broken.

AISHA:

Well, I am. How can I not be? I am flesh. Darkened, rotten and spoilt flesh. Your product. The blood of your blood.

You cut and piece, chew and bite, and later digest with a – ah – sigh of relief.

Everyone has tasted me. Yes. All of them, pushed their flesh into me -

MOTHER:

Shut up.

AISHA:

And it was pleasant! It is what I was made for. To give my flesh.

MOTHER:

Why didn't you come home?

AISHA:

I have no home. I am flesh. Flesh! Flesh! By some flesh!

MOTHER:

Where have you been all this time?

AISHA:

At the butcher's.

MOTHER:

Where did you get this poison?

AISHA:

You gave it to me. Well done. Sorry, darling. It never occurred to me to come and take you with me.

You'd stick your lips to my ears and whisper your gospel. Your plan for my game!

MOTHER:

How stupid you are. You've ruined it all. And look where you're now. At the same place. And you wont even be beautiful soon.

AISHA:

I see where I am. And I'm still beautiful. I can leave. And you? Look at yourself. You're stuck. Rats flee from you. From the greed and hunger in your eyes. And who needs you any longer? You will die. Alone. Bugs will eat you and die. You will squeal with pain, as you've squealed all your life. And there won't be anyone to help you! No one will hear you! You will no longer boss anyone around, you selfish, boring, vicious and evil witch!

MOTHER loses control and throws the contents of the bucket into AISHA'S face.

PRESENT - DIFFERENT

MOTHER:

Forgive me.

AISHA:

I forgave you. Now you have me. You'll look after my body until it dies.

AISHA:

Burnt. Dead. I will walk, slowly and heavily, feeble and blind. I will listen to the murmur of the people as they notice me, try to avoid looking at me? As they cross to the other side of the road, covering their eyes with their hands, covering the eyes of their children? A woman with a burnt face. Don't look at her. You wont' be able to sleep. I will think. Had I ever dug my hand into my stomach, what would I had found there? How would a day of the other me look like? Who would my friends be? Who would I fall in love with?

MOTHER:

Don't think about the past. Tomorrow -

AISHA:

Doesn't exist.

FUTURE – THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREES OF WARMTH

AISHA:

One day when we meet again you'll ask me – what did I want? I wanted to live. It's a pity we didn't meet before. My war is over. I've set my weapons down. You will shake your head. Determined. Look me straight into my eyes. I will pull you closer with my bony hand to my already flabby breast. You will kiss me. I will envelop you with shaking, clumsy legs, squeeze your ribs to keep you with me. You will not push away. My burnt eye will look at you in panic and with please. Stay, stay! You won’t more at all. Your hand, cramped with excitement, will go over the furrowed, baked cheeks. You won't make a disgusted sound. I will seduce you once again, I’ll kiss you naked, I’ll have you, love you and lose you never again.

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