HOFFMAN:
“Feeling better yet?
You’ve got that spark back,
There anything I can get?”
AMANDA:
“I feel hacked,
Kinda warped,
Good thing this was my last,
Huh?”
HOFFMAN:
“Of course,
If you need me,
For anything,
You know I’m here,
Just in case.”
AMANDA:
“I dunno,
Might just go back to my place.”
HOFFMAN:
“One dance?
I kinda like this beat,
Don’t need to be extravagant,
Just move our feet.”
AMANDA:
“Maybe...
I’m not sure,
How long will it last,
[aside] What if it’s a lure?”
HOFFMAN [hearing the aside]:
“Lure for what?
I said I was sorry,
C’mon, just one trot,
Then your place.”
AMANDA is still unsure. HOFFMAN takes her hand and gently pulls her out of her seat. They begin to dance, awkwardly at first, before {as drums kick in} they get more energy to work with.
AMANDA:
“[aside] He’s okay. Not as good as Elliot.”
HOFFMAN:
“[aside] Instructions said three to five minutes. [to AMANDA] Doing okay?”
AMANDA:
“Still feel sorta woozy. A good woozy, though. I don’t think I’m drunk.”
HOFFMAN:
“If there’s anything you need,
I’m still here.”
AMANDA:
“Maybe a rest?
I feel sorta weird,
So... so...”
HOFFMAN:
“Tired? [aside] End of stage one. Great. Stage three better be worth stage two.”
{Piano for ‘Amanda’s Secret’ begins}
AMANDA:
“No, just,
Heart made of iron,
Can hardly carry it,
I can’t go on,
I can’t do this.”
HOFFMAN:
“Do what?”
AMANDA:
“Live with the knowledge-
The- the knowledge-”
AMANDA starts to cry; HOFFMAN draws her into a hug, holding her head to his chest, gently shushing her, stroking her hair. On turning, it can be seen that he is smirking.
HOFFMAN:
“It’s alright,
Nothing’s wrong.”
AMANDA:
“Not this night,
No, everything’s fine here,
Just- Oh God.”
HOFFMAN:
“You know, you can tell me if you want. Who’d I tell?”
AMANDA:
“R-Really? What if- What if I k-killed someone?”
HOFFMAN:
“For Christ’s sake, you know John and I know about Adam-”
AMANDA:
“No, not Adam, G-G-”
HOFFMAN:
“Who? You can tell me anything. I won’t tell John.”
AMANDA:
“I- I killed his son. John’s son.”
HOFFMAN:
“Really? How...?”
AMANDA:
“Yuh- You’re not- not-”
HOFFMAN:
“No. Just curious. Details, if you please.”
AMANDA:
“It was b-back before John. I- I was desperate for the drugs, and- and I told Cecil to steal them from the clinic, and- and-” [breaks into a fresh set of tears]
HOFFMAN:
“Shh, shshshshsh. It’s okay.”
AMANDA and HOFFMAN begin to wheel around, AMANDA’S head still on his chest, his hands still pressing her against him.
AMANDA:
“I don’t know,
I don’t know,
How I do this?”
HOFFMAN:
“You’re doing fine,
Glad you told someone,
A problem shared,
A problem halved.”
AMANDA:
“Do you have a thing,
For old, cliché proverbs?
{Music for ‘Amanda’s Secret’ stops}
AMANDA [cont.]:
“I like that. It’s hot.”
{Guitar riff for ‘Gotta Have You’ begins} AMANDA detaches from HOFFMAN, and begins to dance solo.
HOFFMAN:
“[aside] Thank fuck. Stage three. [to AMANDA] So, feeling alright?
AMANDA:
“Feeling alive,
Might have something new,
Tonight, tonight.
The room’s so hot,
Skin’s burning away,
Might have a shot,
Tequila or whiskaay?”
HOFFMAN:
“Whichever you want,
You need anything else?”
AMANDA:
“Yeah, I guess,
You okay with,
Giving me a kiss?”
HOFFMAN’S smirk has blossomed into a full-on grin as he leans over to give AMANDA a light peck on the lips; AMANDA grabs his head and starts to kiss him passionately. They disconnect to breathe.
HOFFMAN:
“Head round to my place?”
AMANDA:
“Why? Why not,
Right here,
Right now,
I gotta have you.
One beer,
One dance,
Then we gotta get down,
With you on me,
Or the other way round,
Just tell me now,
You feel it too,
Because, because,
I gotta have you.”
AMANDA pushes HOFFMAN against the wall; the two kiss again, this time a little shorter. [AMANDA presses and writhes against him, moaning.]
HOFFMAN:
“Oh yeah,
Too good to be true,
But the whole bar’ll stare-”
AMANDA [looks up]:
“That bother you?
Cuz I don’t really care.”
HOFFMAN flips her against the wall [and places his hands on her breasts [squeezing]; AMANDA places a hand between his legs].
HOFFMAN:
“I know, honey,
But my place has, well,”
HOFFMAN [cont.] & AMANDA:
“It has a little privacy,
We should pay and go,
Do it now,
While the mood’s still here.”
AMANDA and HOFFMAN kiss again, and flip positions again [HOFFMAN stops feeling her chest; AMANDA takes her hands to his shoulders, pinning him against the wall].
AMANDA:
“Any way you want it, dear,
Just know I need you,
Right here,
Right now,
I gotta have you.
One beer,
One dance,
Then we gotta get down,
With you on me,
Or the other way round,
Just tell me now,
You feel it too,
Because, because,
I gotta have you.”
They kiss, just as JIGSAW walks in, eyes widening.
JIGSAW:
“Amanda, Mark! What...?”
AMANDA:
“Hey, John,
Let’s make this a threesome!”
AMANDA starts laughing; HOFFMAN pushes her off, walking to JIGSAW, who is looking at AMANDA in mild disgust.
HOFFMAN:
“I’m sorry, John, I think she’s had a little too much. She’s been coming on to me all night. I was just about to take her back.”
JIGSAW:
“Good...”
HOFFMAN:
“Don’t worry about her. She’s in good hands.” [turns to AMANDA] “Come on, Mandy. Let’s get you home.”
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