It is about 9:30 now, Roger has been working on a new song and Mark, Mark
tries to work on his "stuff", but it isn't coming out well. All he can
think about now is Mimi.
"She is so perfect," Mark thinks to himself, "this amazing little woman. With a difficult history, which I still don't know, oh man, I have to talk to her. How? How am I going to do this? Oh man, I seriously have to stop. But maybe...just maybe she'll feel the same way."
Mark: Hey Rog,
Roger: Yeah?
Mark: I need to uh, take a walk.
Roger: Um, yeah ok.
Mark exits the loft and goes to the Cat Scratch Club. When he gets there, he goes in. Mimi is in the middle of her lawn chair-handcuff dance.
Mimi sees Mark (thinking) "Mark, is that Mark? What the hell is he doing here? Our Mark? Him- here? Man, something must be wrong?"
"Oh shit she sees me," Mark thinks to himself, "well I guess I can't do anything else about it. She must think I've gone nuts, I mean the only time I come to these places are when my friends are drunk and I have to carry them home."
Mimi's act ends and she walks over to Mark sitting (trying to hide behind all the people) at a small table in the back
Mimi: Mark?
Mark: Um, yeah, hi hehe.
Mimi: What's wrong?
Mark: Nothing, I just um, look Mimi, I have a problem.
Mimi: Look hun, you'll get over her, I promise. You just have to give yourself time.
Mark: I think I am over her.
Mimi: Really? Baby, it takes a long time to get over this kind of stuff and-
Mark: NO, Mimi, I- I - I think (whispers) I love- you.
Mimi: Oh Marky, I, love you so much, but this can't happen- I mean. Oh God, I'm horrible at this stuff. Sweetie, I just - I just can't I-I'm so sorry.
Mark: no, uh Mimi it's ok- I'm so stupid for even thinking that you would take a guy like me anyway. I have to go.
Mimi: No- Mark- I didn't mean it like that- Mark! Please don't go...please
Mark: I can't stay Mimi, please, I have to leave.
Mimi: Oh Mark, I'm- sorry.
Mark leaves the club
Mimi thinks to herself, "Shit! Mark? Oh God, he is so upset. How could I get him like this? Damn! It is all my fault...I shouldn't have let him kiss me. Mark, me? It can't happen...can it? He is such a sweet guy, would never hurt me. -But no- I- I love Roger. I can't do that. Although, Roger would never know, right? God, I wish Angel was still here. She would tell me the right thing to do without hurting anyone. Why is my life so fucked up? Shit!"
Mimi walks into the back room. Frankie? Ah, Mimi just the one I was looking for- Fill in for Tammy.
Mimi: I uh- I can't.
Frankie: Excuse me?
Mimi: I need to do something- I'm sorry Frankie but- I- I can't.
Frankie: What is more important than your job? You work for me- Do you know who I am? There are no such words as "I can't" coming from anyone's mouths who works for me, do you understand that?!!
Mimi: Look, I've been working here for how long, 6 years? And you won't even give me a night off?
Frankie: Do you want to get fired? I mean- it wouldn't matter here- I just care about you. (He touches her face with his hands) I mean, you're worthless anywhere else except for here. You were meant to work here; you would be lost without this place. (He kisses her on the face, each time getting closer to her mouth until he kisses her lips)
Mimi: Get off me!
Frankie: What? Don't you love me Mimi?
Mimi tries to push away but Frankie is too strong. He starts undressing her. First her leather boots, then her lace stockings, then her leathery dress until she is completely naked. Mimi tries to fight him but he fights back as he undresses her. He starts to undress himself, first his shirt, then he starts to unzip his pants. Finally Mimi reaches for his knife in his pocket. She takes it.
Frankie: Mimi? What is this (he laughs), what, are you going to kill me?
Mimi slits his left wrist
Frankie: Ouch! All right Mimi, you want to play this tough huh? (He grabs the knife out of her hand and puts it towards her neck). You made a bad choice Mimi, a bad choice.
Police: Put the knife down! We'll shoot! Put the knife down!
Frankie turns around, drops the knife, and puts his hands up. The police hand Mimi a blanket to cover herself with. Mark walks over to Mimi and puts his arm around her. Mimi is crying.
Mimi: (through the sobs) -Mark? You saw? I- I'm sorry - Oh God, I'm - so
Mark: Shh, no Mimi it's ok. Everything is going to be ok.
The police take Frankie to the station and check on Mimi.
Police: Did he hurt you Mimi?
Mimi: N-no, I think I'm ok. I just - just want to go home.
Police: Ok hunny, but you will want to get a lawyer, I can tell Frankie over there, isn't going to confess easily.
Mimi nods; she knows Joanne will gladly be her lawyer
Mimi: Mark? Can-Can you take me home? Please- I need- need to get out of here.
Mark: I know hunny, I know. Lets go.
Mark carries Mimi to the loft
"She is so perfect," Mark thinks to himself, "this amazing little woman. With a difficult history, which I still don't know, oh man, I have to talk to her. How? How am I going to do this? Oh man, I seriously have to stop. But maybe...just maybe she'll feel the same way."
Mark: Hey Rog,
Roger: Yeah?
Mark: I need to uh, take a walk.
Roger: Um, yeah ok.
Mark exits the loft and goes to the Cat Scratch Club. When he gets there, he goes in. Mimi is in the middle of her lawn chair-handcuff dance.
Mimi sees Mark (thinking) "Mark, is that Mark? What the hell is he doing here? Our Mark? Him- here? Man, something must be wrong?"
"Oh shit she sees me," Mark thinks to himself, "well I guess I can't do anything else about it. She must think I've gone nuts, I mean the only time I come to these places are when my friends are drunk and I have to carry them home."
Mimi's act ends and she walks over to Mark sitting (trying to hide behind all the people) at a small table in the back
Mimi: Mark?
Mark: Um, yeah, hi hehe.
Mimi: What's wrong?
Mark: Nothing, I just um, look Mimi, I have a problem.
Mimi: Look hun, you'll get over her, I promise. You just have to give yourself time.
Mark: I think I am over her.
Mimi: Really? Baby, it takes a long time to get over this kind of stuff and-
Mark: NO, Mimi, I- I - I think (whispers) I love- you.
Mimi: Oh Marky, I, love you so much, but this can't happen- I mean. Oh God, I'm horrible at this stuff. Sweetie, I just - I just can't I-I'm so sorry.
Mark: no, uh Mimi it's ok- I'm so stupid for even thinking that you would take a guy like me anyway. I have to go.
Mimi: No- Mark- I didn't mean it like that- Mark! Please don't go...please
Mark: I can't stay Mimi, please, I have to leave.
Mimi: Oh Mark, I'm- sorry.
Mark leaves the club
Mimi thinks to herself, "Shit! Mark? Oh God, he is so upset. How could I get him like this? Damn! It is all my fault...I shouldn't have let him kiss me. Mark, me? It can't happen...can it? He is such a sweet guy, would never hurt me. -But no- I- I love Roger. I can't do that. Although, Roger would never know, right? God, I wish Angel was still here. She would tell me the right thing to do without hurting anyone. Why is my life so fucked up? Shit!"
Mimi walks into the back room. Frankie? Ah, Mimi just the one I was looking for- Fill in for Tammy.
Mimi: I uh- I can't.
Frankie: Excuse me?
Mimi: I need to do something- I'm sorry Frankie but- I- I can't.
Frankie: What is more important than your job? You work for me- Do you know who I am? There are no such words as "I can't" coming from anyone's mouths who works for me, do you understand that?!!
Mimi: Look, I've been working here for how long, 6 years? And you won't even give me a night off?
Frankie: Do you want to get fired? I mean- it wouldn't matter here- I just care about you. (He touches her face with his hands) I mean, you're worthless anywhere else except for here. You were meant to work here; you would be lost without this place. (He kisses her on the face, each time getting closer to her mouth until he kisses her lips)
Mimi: Get off me!
Frankie: What? Don't you love me Mimi?
Mimi tries to push away but Frankie is too strong. He starts undressing her. First her leather boots, then her lace stockings, then her leathery dress until she is completely naked. Mimi tries to fight him but he fights back as he undresses her. He starts to undress himself, first his shirt, then he starts to unzip his pants. Finally Mimi reaches for his knife in his pocket. She takes it.
Frankie: Mimi? What is this (he laughs), what, are you going to kill me?
Mimi slits his left wrist
Frankie: Ouch! All right Mimi, you want to play this tough huh? (He grabs the knife out of her hand and puts it towards her neck). You made a bad choice Mimi, a bad choice.
Police: Put the knife down! We'll shoot! Put the knife down!
Frankie turns around, drops the knife, and puts his hands up. The police hand Mimi a blanket to cover herself with. Mark walks over to Mimi and puts his arm around her. Mimi is crying.
Mimi: (through the sobs) -Mark? You saw? I- I'm sorry - Oh God, I'm - so
Mark: Shh, no Mimi it's ok. Everything is going to be ok.
The police take Frankie to the station and check on Mimi.
Police: Did he hurt you Mimi?
Mimi: N-no, I think I'm ok. I just - just want to go home.
Police: Ok hunny, but you will want to get a lawyer, I can tell Frankie over there, isn't going to confess easily.
Mimi nods; she knows Joanne will gladly be her lawyer
Mimi: Mark? Can-Can you take me home? Please- I need- need to get out of here.
Mark: I know hunny, I know. Lets go.
Mark carries Mimi to the loft
