By Tom Smith
TREVOR
What
are you talking about?
ALEXANDER
I
don't know if I can make it any plainer.
I don't love you. Sorry.
TREVOR
You
said things to me… I don't
understand. You told me you loved
me. You told me you'd never loved anyone
but me…you told me that!
ALEXANDER
There's
someone else, a man I want more than anyone in the world. Sorry.
TREVOR
What
other man? Who?
ALEXANDER
It
doesn't matter. It's over. Sorry.
TREVOR
You
said you loved me!
ALEXANDER
You'll
be able to find another boyfriend now that I've broken you in.
TREVOR
Why
are you doing this?
ALEXANDER
It's
how it was always meant to be. Sorry.
TREVOR
(attacking him.) I
gave up everything for you: the church, my identity, my soul.
ALEXANDER
Sorry.
TREVOR
Shut
up! You do love me! You do!
ALEXANDER
I
don't. I can't. Sorry.
TREVOR
Why
are you doing this to me? Why?
ALEXANDER
Sor—sorry.
TREVOR
Who
are you? What kind of man are you? (HE staggers to the door.) Why have you done this? (HE exits.)
ALEXANDER
Sorry. (HE breaks down into tears for a few
moments. HE dries his eyes, but the
tears continue. MARCUS enters.)
MARCUS
C'mon,
Alexander, it isn't as bad as all that.
ALEXANDER
How
did you—?
MARCUS
Do
you think I would want to miss it? I'm
only sorry I had to enjoy it from the hall.
ALEXANDER
I've
killed him, you know. I've killed him.
MARCUS
It
would appear so. You can almost smell
the victory, can't you?
ALEXANDER
You
call that victory? Destroying a good
man?
MARCUS
No,
destroying a vain one. The victory isn't
you over Trevor: it's my victory over you.
I wanted to see if what I've always suspected was true: that vanity
controls everything you do. And it
does!
ALEXANDER
You
did all this…just to fuck with me?
MARCUS
I
didn't do anything. It was your own
grossly inflated ego that drove you to this!
ALEXANDER
How
could you! We had an understanding. We weren't ever supposed to fuck each other
over!
MARCUS
We
weren't supposed to fall in love with anyone either.
ALEXANDER
Forget
all this! You owe me for screwing your
little trainer! And I intend to
collect. Now! (HE grabs MARCUS roughly, who pushes him
away.)
MARCUS
I
choose whom I fuck and when. And it is
neither you nor now.
ALEXANDER
I'm
not a boy! I won't be cast aside like
your music director!
MARCUS
I
cast you aside a long time ago.
ALEXANDER
You
don't want to do this, Marcus. You don't
want to know the lengths I'll go to get what I deserve.
MARCUS
You've
already gotten what you deserve!
ALEXANDER
Will
you give me what you owe me? (MARCUS
starts to speak but ALEXANDER cuts him off)
No speeches, no witty comebacks.
A nod for yes, a shake for no. One simple gesture is all I need.