and allow me to attempt to rent your parentsâ ridiculously expensive beach house to this nice Jewish couple Miriam and Irving Goldberg. Please, fucker, Iâm begging you.
He stares at her a beat. Lights a cigarette.
Charlie      Go ahead.
Emma      Thank you.
She sits there. After a beat.
Charlie      Well, where are they?
Emma      Theyâre not here yet. They said they were on their way. But theyâre old and Jewish; it could be hours. They said they had to first pick up their grandson, Saul. Why Saul needs to come, I have no idea. Personally I think theyâre gonna try and set me up with him. With Saul, a dentist. A dentist who does amateur dramatics. He probably wears
Les Mis
t-shirts to the gym. Jesus Christ; do you mind if I have a drink?
Before he can answer, she pulls a liquor bottle out of her purse and takes a swig.
Emma      Iâm sorry, Iâm being completely insensitive and bloody fucking selfish. I suck at being human; desperation has made me evil. So I apologize . . . New chapter: why were you trying to do yourself in? And why hanging; it seems to be the most aggressive of all methods. Havenât you any pills?
Charlie      I have pills.
Emma      Really. What have you got?
Charlie      Xanax, Valium, Klonopin.
Emma      Party, party, party. We could turn this day around for both of us real quick, couldnât we? Iâm just kidding. Well not really; but thatâs irrelevant. Back to you . . . What put you over the edge?
Charlie      I really donât wanna talk about it.
Emma      Well whatâs the point in being coy about it now? If youâre gonna do it, youâre gonna do it, right? They always say that people who really wanna do themselves in are gonna find a way. (
Realizing.
) Maybe God sent you me and the Goldbergs for one last shot at talking you out of it. Donât you believe in fate? Iâm sorry whatâs your name?
Charlie      Charlie.
Emma      Donât you believe in fate, Charlie? Here you are, in an empty beach house, on a deserted island, in the middle of the fucking winter, moments away from ending it all, when in I walk. Does that give you no pause? Maybe God sent me to provide you with some sort of . . . access to the doors of your mind that remain rusted closed.
Beat.
Emma      Sorry. I should tell you that I am super stoned right now. So if I say silly nonsense like that, youâre gonna have to forgive me.
Charlie      Sure. Look I . . .
Emma      You want me to go.
Charlie      You seem like youâre a very nice person â
Emma      Really?
Charlie      No. And I donât wanna be rude . . .
Emma      But youâve got things to do . . . Hmmm. You know youâve put me into a smidgen of a moral conundrum here; you do realize that, Charlie. I donât think I can leave.
Charlie      And why is that?
Emma      I think I may have been sent here to help. You may believe that or not depending on where you stand on God and fate and destiny and all that; itâs none of my business. But I do know that itâs a little bizarre I walked in when I did since I wasnât even gonna show them this house because itâs outside their price range. This morning they called up andasked to see it. Out of the blue. Spooky. A religious person might think God intervened. I donât know what you believe, but . . . Jesus or Moses or Muhammad, Vishnu, whoâs the one with the arms? The elephant with all the arms?
Charlie      Ganesh.
Emma      Ganesh. I doubt it was Ganesh; donât know what his deal was, but it doesnât
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