TERRY: (nods) Yep.
PHIL: So, what are you taking up?
TERRY: Time and space.
PHIL: (grins) I’m doin’ that right here, why go to State?
TERRY: Less parental supervision. More parties. More chicks.
PHIL: But don’t they make you take tests occasionally?
TERRY: Occasionally, but school’s easy if you know how to do it.
PHIL: So what are really studying?
PHIL: Computers, huh? You really are into weird stuff.
TERRY: Computers aren’t so weird. Someday there’ll be hundreds of them,
PHIL: (shrugs) Sure, if you say so.
(Lorraine sits back down between Phil and
LORRAINE: You boys getting acquainted?
(The bearded M.C. steps up onto the small
M.C.: I’d like to welcome everybody to the Purple Onion’s weekly Hootenanny night.
ALVIN: Thank you very much. But don’t get Debbie too excited, she might have the
(Debbie elbows him the ribs and the audience
ALVIN & DEBBIE: (singing) Well the Rock Island Line
Well I may be right
Well the Rock Island Line
Big Bobby Brown
Well the Rock Island Line
(The audience has enjoyed this very much, clapping
LORRAINE: You see, those endless hours of practicing pay off.
ALVIN: (grinning) They sure do.
(Phil looks like he’s in pain. Debbie grabs
DEBBIE: I need a drink. Who needs refills?
(Everyone holds up their mug. Terry turns
TERRY: That was pretty good.
TERRY: So, uh, you a big folk music fan?
PHIL: (shakes his head) No, not really. Folk music’s OK.
TERRY: What kind of music do you like?
(Phil looks around to see if anyone is
PHIL: (lowers his voice) I like rock & roll.
TERRY: Me, too. Like what?
PHIL: I like Elvis.
TERRY: (nods) Yeah. He’s boss. And Chuck Berry.
(Lorraine returns to her seat between
LORRAINE: What are you boys talking about?
TERRY: Rock & roll music.
LORRAINE: (disdainfully waves it away) That’s for children.
(Phil and Terry both feel chastised. Lorraine
LORRAINE: Excuse me a sec, I’ve got work to do.
(Lorraine picks up a pile of her flyers and walks
(Lorraine steps up to a table of four middle-aged
RONNIE: It looks good. How’s it going?
LORRAINE: Good. We ought to have a lot of people. But I still need you guys to be
RONNIE: Need? Oh, come on, Lorraine, you can handle this. I’m sure you’ve got
LORRAINE: Well, yeah, I do, but still . . .
RONNIE: Well, don’t depend on me being there. You’ve got to finally handle things
LORRAINE: I know.
RONNIE: I remember the first meeting I organized. It was a garment-workers strike
LEE: That’s right, Gloversville. Lordy, they almost tore the house down.
RONNIE: Wasn’t that a time.
(The Four Feathers all toast and drink)
LORRAINE: Good luck, tonight, you guys.
RONNIE: Thanks, you, too. And I just know your meeting will be great. And
(Lorraine walks away)
LORRAINE: (to herself) Shit! She’s not gonna be there. I was depending on her.
The M.C. steps up beside Lorraine and takes her arm.
M.C.: Lorraine, you’ve got to help me.
LORRAINE: Sure, Marty, how?
M.C.: You just have to sleep with me, Lorraine. You have to.
LORRAINE: I do, huh?
M.C.: I love you Lorraine.
LORRAINE: Oh, for God’s sake. That’s ridiculous.
M.C.: (stung) Oh, it is, huh? You want to use the club tomorrow, right?
LORRAINE: (indignant) You already said I could use the club tomorrow.
M.C.: Right. I did. And I mean it, too. And I don’t expect anything in return,
LORRAINE: Don’t you?
M.C.: (smiles) Well . . .
LORRAINE: I thought you honestly cared about the Springfield Five.
M.C.: (distracted) Who? Oh, them. Yeah, I do. But Lorraine, please think of
MOUSTAPHA: Greetings, folk fans.
(Terry looks relieved)
TERRY: You made it.
MOUSTAPHA: You didn’t think I would?
TERRY: No, no, I did.
MOUSTAPHA: And who are all of these nice-looking white people?
TERRY: You know Lorraine.
(Moustapha shakes Lorraine’s hand)
MOUSTAPHA: (smiles) Lorraine. Always a pleasure.
TERRY: That’s Alvin and Debbie.
MOUSTAPHA: Alvin, Debbie.
(They both shake his hand and both look
TERRY: And this is Phil.
(Moustapha shakes Phil’s hand, then grabs
MOUSTAPHA: Be prepared, the blues’re coming.
(Terry leans over to Moustapha and nods
TERRY: Can we . . .
MOUSTAPHA: Cool down, my friend. Everything in good time.
(Moustapha turns to Phil)
MOUSTAPHA: (nods) You like the blues?
MOUSTAPHA: Like what?
PHIL: Well . . . Like Chuck Berry.
MOUSTAPHA: Chuck Berry. That’s your idea of blues?
PHIL: Well, rhythm and blues. How about Muddy Rivers?
MOUSTAPHA: That’s Muddy Waters.
PHIL: Right, but I hear he’s formed a group with Johnny Rivers.
MOUSTAPHA: Come on, let’s go.
(Terry grins devilishly as he and Moustapha
LORRAINE: Having a good time?
PHIL: Oh yeah.
LORRAINE: What do you think of Terry?
PHIL: He’s interesting.
M.C.: Ladies and gentlemen, the Purple Onion welcomes back the angry, intense,
(The audience applauds excitedly as BOBBY
BOBBY LEE: We’re living in a world of oppression. White people hold down the black
(The audience looks back at him wide-eyed and
BOBBY LEE: (singing) In my time of dyin’
Well, well, well
Well meet me, Jesus, meet me
Well, well, well
Lord in my time of dyin’
Well, well, well
(There is a big round of applause. To everyone’s
BOBBY LEE: (to himself) Aw, shit!
(Terry and Moustapha returned at some point
TERRY: (impressed) Man, that was good.
TERRY: Yeah. SDS.
PHIL: What’s that?
TERRY: Students for a Democratic Society.
PHIL: And you like try to get laws changed and stuff?
TERRY: (shrugs) They do. I go ‘cause there’s usually cute chicks there.
PHIL: (he knows) So, then you don’t really care about freedom and equality
TERRY: Yeah, sure I do, but not as much as getting laid.
(Terry wags his eyebrows. Phil grins)
(Lorraine walks around the club handing out
MARYLOU: The price of a free society is constant vigilance. If we don’t stay on
BILL: Oh, you mean it’s not?
DEAN: Not yet, but you watch. They’ll just keep passing laws to force us to wear
BILL: —Oh, that ridiculous! They’d never ban smoking, everybody smokes. And
DEAN: It doesn’t matter. It’s the loudest minority that always wins. It’s the middle-
MARYLOU: And before you know it they’re legislating middle-class morality.
BILL: Aw, you guys are just paranoid.
(Lorraine steps up to the table holding yellow
LORRAINE: (smiles) Look, it’s the three dead beats.
(Dean, Bill and MaryLou all look around—
BILL: Whoa . . . it’s Lorraine.
MARYLOU: Hey, Lorraine.
DEAN: (grunts) Urgh.
LORRAINE: Hey, guys, what’s up?
MARYLOU: Just solvin’ the world’s problems.
LORRAINE: Me, too. Wanna come to a meeting here tomorrow?
DEAN: I don’t know.
BILL: Yeah, y’know . . .
LORRAINE: Wow, you folks sure look awfully mellow.
MARYLOU: Yeah, we are.
(Lorraine furrows her brow and leans forward
LORRAINE: What’s wrong with you guys?
MARYLOU: Wrong? Nothin’s wrong.
BILL: It’s all right. Everything’s right.
LORRAINE: But you guys are acting weird. Are you high on marijuana?
(MaryLou looks around, then pantomimes
LORRAINE: (whispering) You took heroin?
MARYLOU, BILL & DEAN: (together, grinning) Yeah.
MARYLOU, BILL & DEAN: (together) Yeah.
LORRAINE: But doesn’t it hurt? Y’know, the needle?
MARYLOU: (nods) A little. But then you throw up and it’s OK.
LORRAINE: (wide-eyed) Oh my God, that’s disgusting.
MARYLOU: (reassuring) No, it’s not. It’s fine. Really.
BILL: Yeah, it’s fine.
LORRAINE: (nods) Right, throwing up is just fine.
MARYLOU: Good luck with your meeting, Lorraine.
MARYLOU: Stay vigilant.
LORRAINE: (sighs) Yeah, I will. See ya around.
(Lorraine turns and leaves, shaking her head
LORRAINE: Gotta smoke.
PHIL: As a matter of fact I do.
(Phil shakes two out of the pack, puts both of
LORRAINE: (smiles) Very classy.
PHIL: That’s me. I’m the classiest guy you ever knew.
LORRAINE: (waves her smoke) So? What’dya think?
PHIL: I’ll join up if I get you in the deal.
LORRAINE: If only things were that simple.
(A female voice calls out . . .)
FEMALE VOICE: Lorraine! Over here!
(the lights go up on a table with two couples
LORRAINE: Oh, dear God, what’re they doing here?
MINDY: You told us about this hootenanny thing on Saturday nights and we
LORRAINE: Yes, I am.
(Mindy shakes Phil’s hand. She looks him up
MINDY: Phil. This is Brian, Cheryl and Tim. I’m Mindy, Lorraine’s former
(Phil waves and shakes hands. BRIAN says
BRIAN: Are you a musician, man?
(Phil glances at Lorraine)
PHIL: Uh, no. I mean, no. This is a hootenanny, anybody can get up and sing, man.
BRIAN: Right. Of course. Boy am I a square.
(Lorraine hands out flyers)
LORRAINE: So now that you’ve started going new places, you should come to this
MINDY: I read about them. Terrible. Tomorrow night? Sorry, can’t make it.
LORRAINE: It’s really important, y’know. Couldn’t you try?
MINDY: Sorry, it’s out of the question. So, when do we get to hear some music?
(TIM raises his hand)
TIM: No mixed drinks?
LORRAINE: Uh-uh. Just beer.
(Tim and Brian turn to one another, both
TIM: I need an Old-Fashioned the old-fashioned way.
BRIAN: The way dear old dad used to make ‘em.
(Brian and Tim laugh. Lorraine turns to
LORRAINE: How about you, Tim? What are you doing tomorrow night?
TIM: (thinks) Sunday night? “Lassie,” then “Ed Sullivan,” then “Bonanza,” why?
LORRAINE: Never mind. See ya.
MINDY: ‘Bye, Lorraine. Nice meeting you, Phil.
PHIL: Yeah, you, too.
(Lorraine and Phil walk away. Lorraine
LORRAINE: (disdainfully) The TV generation.
PHIL: Are you from another generation?
(Lorraine stops and turns to face Phil)
LORRAINE: But it’s not reality, Phil. We live in reality, where there’s suffering and
PHIL: You forgot locust and cattle disease.
(Lorraine gets mad, stops and points in
LORRAINE: (angry) It’s not funny!
PHIL: (shakes his head) Damn, you are one serious girl. What do you want to be
LORRAINE: (smiles) Or a modern female version of him.
(Phil takes Lorraine’s ink-stained hand)
PHIL: I have a great idea that will help all of society.
LORRAINE: What’s that?
PHIL: Let’s drink some more beer. Did I mention that beer is like liquid bread?
LORRAINE: Yes, you did.
(They sit down at the table)
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