Act Two
Bingoâs sister, Lulu, sits on the couch, her hands still tied, the blindfold still on. Tomtom lies on the floor, sleeping in the moonlit dimness near her. Lorraine, in her nightie, comes out of the bedroom and walks up to Lulu.
Lorraine: Whatâs goinâ on?
Lulu: Hi.
Lorraine: Hi.
Lulu: Iâm havinâ a beautiful dream.
Lorraine: Sleepinâ, huh?
Lulu: Sorta. I donât know.
Lorraine: I just fucked that Gooseâs brains out.
Lulu: I donât care.
Lorraine: He looked real startled. He was sorta awestruck, I could tell. He sang this little song, like, and then fell asleep.
Lulu: I donât care.
Lorraine (joining Lulu on the couch): Youâre just sittinâ there, all tied up with a blindfold on?
Lulu: Yeh.
Lorraine: Wow.
Lulu: Itâs okay.
Lorraine: Sure.
Lulu: I am often kidnapped, you know, and left like this to await some transaction both mysterious and grand involving both myself and treasure.
Lorraine: I used to have a treasure.
Lulu: Wow. What kind?
Lorraine: But it was stolen.
Lulu: Wow.
Lorraine: Iâm going to rule the world some day.
Lulu: Whatâs your name?
Lorraine: Iâm not telling.
Lulu: I love secrets. Thatâs whatâs nice about being a blindfolded kidnapped princess: everythingâs a secret.
Lorraine: Youâre Bingoâs sister is who you are.
Lulu: I have my secrets too, you know.
Lorraine: I found you in our goddamned closet.
Lulu: I bet you were surprised.
(Tomtom is stirring. His arms sort of flap, as if he were trying to fly or swim.)
Lorraine: Heâs moving.
Lulu: Whatâs he doing?
Lorraine: I donât know.
Lulu: I told him a story and he fell asleep.
Lorraine: Heâs like flying or something.
Lulu: Wow.
Lorraine: We could talk to him. You ever do that thing, you know, where you talk to people when theyâre sleeping and theyâll do whatever you want because theyâre like under your spell in their sleeping, or if they wonât do whatever you want, theyâll talk to you about everything? Or if they wonât tell you everything, they will at least some things, sort of.
Lulu: I never did that.
Lorraine: Sure. (She is easing near to Tomtom.)
Lulu: Wanna?
Lorraine: Be fun. Sure. Tomtom?
Lulu: Whatâs he doing?
Lorraine: Tomtom . . . ?
Tomtom: I donât know.
Lorraine: Yes, you do.
Tomtom: No . . . I . . . donâ . . .
Lorraine: Wanna go for a walk?
Tomtom: Okay.
Lorraine: Câmon.
Goose comes out of the bedroom, his clothes partly off and partly on, walking stiff-legged, arms extended before him; Tomtom gets to his feet and begins to walk, stiff-legged; both of them as if sleepwalking.)
Tomtom: Okay. Iâm goinâ for a walk. And in . . . my walking, there is stuff under my feet to keep my feet from falling right on through the holes to this big big hole. And I donât wanna go there.
Lorraine (looking at Goose and Tomtom): Ohhhhh. . . .
Lulu: Whatâs going on?
Lorraine: Theyâre both so cute.
Tomtom: Giants, bigger than the wind, are all over the place and these very, very old old giants are throwing secrets harder than rocks at Tomtom. Who is going to help Tomtom?
Lorraine: Lorraine.
Tomtom: No.
Lorraine: Sure.
Tomtom: Lorraine loves Goose. I know. Whatâs this? (He has walked up against a side wall)
Lorraine (whispering): What is it?
Tomtom: Itâs very worrying for me not to know whatâs going on beyond this thing, and I feel like thereâs many things zooming and crashing just beyond it and nobody knows what Tomtom is, not even Lorraine. All of âem thinking Iâm this thing inside this other thing on my shouldersâ(His hands are pressing his head.)âthis thing in here like a many-colored cauliflower. I ainât no many-colored cauliflowerâI ainâtâand if she knew what I was really, she would love me.
Lorraine: What are you really?
Tomtom: I donât know. But Iâm very lovable.
Lorraine: No.
Tomtom: I am, I am.
Lorraine: No.
Tomtom: I am.
Lorraine: Come on over here. (She settles onto the floor, leaning against the hassock.)
Tomtom: I gotta step real little as a bug so I donât fall through the stuff that is over the hole and into the hole.
Lorraine: What hole?
(He stops and starts back toward the wall again.)
Lorraine (continuing): Tomtom, donât you hear me?
Tomtom: What was this again? (He is pressing his hand on the wall.)
Lulu: He sounds so worried.
Tomtom: Oh. I canât get behind it, though. Whereâs Goose? Is Goose behind it?
(Tomtom smashes his fist into the wall, driving a huge hole into the wall, the noise waking Goose up. He looks about, pulling on his clothes.)
Lorraine: Wow. You sure ainât boring, Tomtom. I hate boring guys, and you sure ainât boring.
Tomtom: âAtâs the hole. I went through the hole. I told you it was a dangerous place and holes was here. âAtâs a hole.
Goose (running to look at the hole): âAtâs a hole.
Tomtom: This is the hole in which Tomtom lives. My name is Tomtom and I live in that hole?
Goose: I was sleeping.
Tomtom: I was sleeping.
(Rubbing his eyes, Goose moves to the kitchen for a cup of old coffee.)
Goose: You doinâ okay?
Tomtom: Good. You? (Tomtom moves to the armchair and the newspaper.)
Goose: Great. Have a good sleep?
Tomtom: Oh, yeh.
Goose: Me, too.
Lorraine: I slept great. I slept fantastic. I used to think of Goose as a skinny guy, one arm real funny so he couldnât bend it, and this tilt to his shoulders like he was gonna run away. He was short and hump-backed, sorta, these ugly green pimples under his arms. But last night, I says to him last night, âGive me your liver, Goose; hand me your liver,â and he did. We were making love, see. (She takes a wet meaty hunk from the pocket of the robe she has put on as she talked. She squeezes the wet hunk of meat.)
Goose: Agggggggghhhhhhhhhh!
Lorraine (running to Goose): I wonât do that again; I wonât. I wonât.
Tomtom: You want my liver, Lorraine. You can have it. (He is reaching inside his shirt.)
Lorraine: I have his, Tomtom, so I donât need yours. I mean, in there in the dark, he just got taller and his skin was smooth. I told him of the power he had inside him âcause I felt it inside me, anâ his eyes, I told him, were sweet as the eyes of all the bears and bunnies of the world. Sweet Goose, maned like a dream horse. I mean, youâve tried to make me feel that way, havenât you, Tomtorn? I mean, I donât quite remember. No. Yes. Wasnât that you, Tomtom? Do you remember? Ohhh, Iâm so confused. (She has ended up near Tomtom. She hugs him.)
Tomtom (crossing or turning away from her to his newspaper): Yes, I do. I do remember.
Lorraine: Anyway, he pounded away on me and it was like he knew in his stallionâs heart more of me than I had thought any man or beast would ever know. My darling Goose.
(She squeezes the liver out of confusion, enthusiasm, and passion. Goose screams.)
Lorraine (continuing): Iâm sorry, Goose. I wonât do that again. I wonât. I wonât. Iâm just in such a tizzy. (She runs from the room.)
Lulu: Whatâs for breakfast?
Tomtom: Whereâs your cowboy hat?
Goose: I left it. You want me to get it? I can get it. You ainât mad at me? Donât be mad at me.
Tomtom: I ainât mad at you. (Tomtom changes the bandage on his head.)
Goose: I feel like youâre gonna beat me up. You wanna beat me up?
Tomtom: N...