The Unwanted - Dan

LIZ: Oh my god! EMMA: No— LIZ: Are you really gonna guilt her into staying? That's so pathetic! EMMA: —I had a great time.

Me too.

LIZ: No?

Nope, not exactly.

EMMA: It's not that I want to—

Ok, then how about some more wine?

LIZ: Pfff! EMMA: It just feels weird.

Okay.. How?

LIZ: She's gonna back out. EMMA: It's just ... LIZ: Did I call it or what? EMMA: There's something ... I don't know ... unnatural about the whole thing.

Unnatural?

EMMA: Maybe I should go. LIZ: Maybe she should. Such a tease. EMMA: I'm sorry.

Wait-

EMMA: Yeah.

Wh- what kind of distraction?

EMMA: The good kind.

What are you-- (doing, Emma?) I ... I don't know if it's really the right— (time for either of us)

EMMA: It doesn't feel right.

What do you mean?

EMMA: I can't do this. LIZ: Told you. EMMA: It doesn't ...

What?

LIZ: Looks like you're gonna get some after all. [Pause.] You know most of that cleavage is fake—right? It's all padding. The fancy silicone ones, but still. I just don't want you to be disappointed.

Yeah, when are you gonna move towards the light, Liz? Or in your case the flames of hell.

EMMA: It's just the whole thing with her...

Yeah.

EMMA: I ... I don't know. I just—

You didn't have a good time?

EMMA: I got you all worked up asking stupid questions when it wasn't any of my business, and now I'm gonna make up for it.

You don't have to--

EMMA: There's an 800 pound gorilla in the room, you know? LIZ: Did she just call me a gorilla?!

You look great by the way.

LIZ: Be grateful for what you've got, Dan.

[Exit.]

LIZ: Poof!

I thought we were really clicking.

EMMA: She's like this unspoken ...

Like, Spectre.

EMMA: No. LIZ: Oh, no—of course not. No pressure.

I mean, if you wanna go..

EMMA: Trust me. It will. [She kisses him—then takes the wine glass from his hands and places it on the table.] EMMA: You know what you need? A little distraction.

A distraction?

EMMA: I picked it out just for tonight.

Did you?

EMMA: Shhhh.

Emma-

LIZ: There it goes! Dan's fantasy—up in smoke!

Emma-

LIZ: Not a chance.

Figures.

EMMA: Oh my god.

For me. Because she knew I didn't want her anymore.

EMMA: I need to get your mind off of things. Come with me.

Hold on, ok? Just gimme a minute.

EMMA: I'm sorry.

I can't even-

EMMA: I don't know.

I don't want to pressure you.

EMMA: Who wouldn't be?

I just don't want to think about it. Even though what I had was the opposite of perfect, I-- The only image that comes to mind is her, dead on the floor. With her wrists-- cut. Because of me. You know how bad I want that to go away? I want it to go away like a bad dream, but... it...

EMMA: No—

I know I'm kind of- just all over the place right now.

EMMA: It's her. LIZ: Right—the two of you have no chemistry and it's my fault! Unbelievable! EMMA: She just sort of hovers over everything.

I know.

LIZ: Yeah. Get her drunk, Dan. That'll help. [DAN fills EMMA'S glass.] EMMA: [To DAN.] It's not you.

I know.

EMMA: Okay.

I mean, how can I (even start to move on)--

LIZ: Awkward silence.

Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?

EMMA: It will.

It hasn't yet.

EMMA: Uh-huh. LIZ: Oh, give me a break! He couldn't care less about the dress! ------- So why don't you just pull that slutty little dress over your head and get it over with!

It really is a nice dress.

EMMA: I shouldn't have—

It's like it's not even real, you know? Like I wake up one morning, and she should be there next to me. She should be where she had always been. It's like this thought sticks in your head that maybe everything will be okay, maybe she's just out shopping, maybe she's in the bathroom, maybe... (she's doing something for me)

EMMA: Yeah.

No way.

EMMA: I shouldn't have brought it up.

No- (It's not your fault.)

EMMA: That's horrible.

No. What's horrible is it was true. I mean, she knew I didn't want her. I was ready to just get up and leave, and wash my hands off the whole thing. Find some sane girl and start over. Someone who didn't scare the living shit out of me. You know, there were times where I was actually afraid she might kill me. My own wife. I was afraid I might wake up in the middle of the night with a damn knife in my chest. But-- she didn't do that. Ah, no. No, she knew this would hurt more. This would stick with me. If you wanna go-- (I completely understand)

EMMA: Are you just using me to get over her? [Silence. Dan picks up his glass of wine. Smells it. Sits. He doesn't look at EMMA—just stares at the floor.] EMMA: If you are, just tell me. I'd understand. I mean, it's understandable. I mean, I wouldn't judge you or anything. How could I? After what you've been through. How could anybody? I just need to know what to expect here. I need to know what we're doing. [Pause.] So ... what are we doing? [Pause.] Dan? [Pause. EMMA sits next to him. She touches his hand or his knee. DAN continues to stare at the floor.] EMMA: Talk to me. [Pause.] Do you want me to go?

No... No. I don't want you to go. I don't know. I don't know what we're doing.

EMMA: Thanks.

Really, fantastic. It looks great. On you. You look great in the dress.

EMMA: For you.

Really?

EMMA: No.

She left a note that she was doing it for me.

EMMA: It's none of my business.

She left a note. Did you know that?

EMMA: We were. We are. LIZ: Talk about mixed signals.

So what's the rush?

LIZ: I'm gonna be honest—I've had better dates. I mean, it was pretty mediocre. EMMA: You're great. LIZ: Nothing special. No fireworks. EMMA: You're a great guy. Really. You're smart. You're funny.

So...

EMMA: You said that. [DAN tries to kiss her again—but she stops him.]Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

LIZ: Did she just called me a damn ape? EMMA: You're not trying to change the subject—are you? LIZ: Are you gonna let her get away with that?!

That dress is fantastic.

LIZ: You should be happy. You always said you wanted a polyamorous relationship.

This isn't exactly what I had in mind.