For ease of reading, the full text is Here.This is Sayrah's Actor's text and blocking notes. Because I didn't come in until halfway through the scene, and I leave before it finishes, I've only included the section of text THAT WOMAN is actually on stage. Actor's text is in (italics) and blocking is in (bold). Enjoy!

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(The door dings and THAT WOMAN enters. WOMAN is wearing a red dress, long black trench coat, and sunglasses. WOMAN walks up to the counter.)

CLERK: Hi.

WOMAN: Hi. Um. (Points out items.) Pack of Camel lights. Matches. A Milky Way. And a state map. Ohio, right? (Where the hell *am* I, anyway?)

CLERK: Oklahoma.

WOMAN: Birthplace of James Dean? (Try to distract him from noticing I don't know where I am.)

CLERK: You're thinking of Indiana.

WOMAN: Yeah. Hey. Nice entrance wound. (Points it out.) (Be cool. He's just been shot. Maybe he's cool too.)

CLERK: Thanks. Anything else?

WOMAN: How 'bout a Pudding Pop and... Got any phosphorus? (BE COOL, maybe he won't think it's an odd request.)

(CLERK places a glowing jar on the counter.)

CLERK: Last jar.

WOMAN: Great. (Finally. Somewhere with phosphorus. Now I can finally...)

CLERK: Selling like hotcakes ever since...

(CLERK gives THAT WOMAN a very arch look.)

WOMAN: What? (Oh no. He's not cool at all and he's gunna figure it out pretty soon...)

CLERK: Ever since...

(CLERK grabs a tabloid and flips through till she finds a picture. WOMAN tries to hide herself inside jacket.)

CLERK: You're her, aren't you?

WOMAN: Who? (Sh*t. He knows. Maybe he won't call the cops.)

CLERK: That Woman! That Woman! I thought so. You poisoned all those guys. Used phosphorus on a couple of them. You started a real trend with that one.

WOMAN: I used freon a few times, too. (Play it cool. Maybe he'll just drool over me.)

CLERK: But phosphorus is so much cooler.

WOMAN: It's a fast but fantastical death. (You wanna die that way, buddy?)

CLERK: You're the first celebrity I've ever had in here. Oh God, my hair.

WOMAN: You look fine. (It's in the bag. This guy doesn't know where his drawers went he's so infatuated.)

CLERK: Oh, God, thanks.

(The door dings and LUCY returns and hands over the key.)

LUCY: Thanks. Hey. Is that... phosphorus?

(The CLERK directs LUCY's attention to THAT WOMAN with a cough and a look.)

LUCY: Is it really you? 

CLERK: It's her!

LUCY: I can't believe it's you!

CLERK: Neither can I!

LUCY: The Pretty Poisoner!

CLERK: The Terminal Traveler!

LUCY: The Lethal Lover!

CLERK: The Kiss-n-Killer!

LUCY: The Dame of Death!

WOMAN: That's me. (Oh dear GOD, now there's TWO of them. Make them stop!)

CLERK: That's her.

LUCY: Wow.

CLERK: Wow.

LUCY: Wow.

CLERK: Wow.

LUCY: I'm... overwhelmed. I think you are beautiful and incredible and brilliant.

WOMAN: Why? (I really want to know.)

LUCY: Because you are... fearless.

WOMAN: Just because I kill people with no regard for the consequences? (Why do people like that I kill people? Why do I like that they like me? Why haven't I been caught?)

LUCY: But you don't kill people. You avenge. You aspire. 

CLERK: Totally.

WOMAN: I'm a walking tabloid. I'm an icon for the demented. I'm inhuman. I'm alone. (You've been reading magazines too much. You don't know me. Go away.)

CLERK: I close in five minutes.

LUCY: But you're a genius.

CLERK: If you want anything else...

WOMAN: Yes. (Maybe some butane for my lighter.)

CLERK: You want something else?

LUCY: Yes.

CLERK: Help yourself...

WOMAN: I want. (What's this chick's problem? I'll test her. See if she's really a fanatic. She won't call the cops.)

LUCY: I want.

(They eventually start to overlap.)

WOMAN: I want to lose five pounds.(Can you handle this? Can you follow me?)

LUCY: I want a dimple right here.

WOMAN: I want night vision. (Switching it up. Can you keep up?)

LUCY: I want blue eyes.

WOMAN: I want altitude. (Can you? Are you worth my time?)

LUCY: I want fuel.

WOMAN: I want to break the law of falling bodies. (Are you intelligent?)

LUCY: I want to spin on the axis.

WOMAN: I want my own new moon. (Can you pass my test?)

LUCY: I want to shake across fault lines.

WOMAN: I want to power to the nth. (Can you follow me?)

LUCY: I want to solve you for me.

WOMAN: Solve for x. (You messed up.)

LUCY: Stop.

WOMAN: Accelerate. (You lose. Too bad.)

LUCY: Wait.

WOMAN: A body in motion continues in motion unless- (I don't stop for anyone- )

LUCY: I want to follow you.

WOMAN: -unless acted upon by another force. ( -Least of all you.)

LUCY: I want to follow you.

(Silence. No one moves.)

LUCY: Let me follow you.

WOMAN: I have to go. (This woman's just another crazy. I need to get away or she'll do something stupid.)

LUCY: Let me go a little way with you.

WOMAN: No. (Right, like I'd take a fanatic like you with me.)

LUCY: Please.

WOMAN: Get lost, Gidget. (Get away from me. I don't need baggage like you.)

LUCY: I'll call the police.

WOMAN: Fine. (Like you'd call the police on your idol.)

LUCY: I'll tell them I saw you.

WOMAN: Go ahead. (Do you have the balls to do it? No. We just proved that. Think on that for a while.)

(THAT WOMAN exits. The door dings.)