Notes: Scene changes and character actions are in italics.
Most of us inhabit at least two worlds, the real world, where we're at the mercy of circumstance, and the world within, the unconscious, a safe place where we can escape. The Maxx shifts between these worlds against his will. Here--homeless--he lives in a box in an alley. The only one who really cares for him is Julie Winters, a freelance social worker, but in Pangaea, the other world, he rules the outback and is the protector of Julie, his jungle queen. There, he cares for her, but he always ends up back in the real world. And me? Old Mr.Gone? Only I can see that the secret which unites them, could destroy them. I could be helpful--ah, screw it--I think I'll have some fun with them first....
In a dark alley...
Maxx: It's wet. Dark and wet. It's the kind of weather that penetrates. Makes your skin feel itchy and oily. Dirty kind of, but, real too. That's good. It's time for Cheers. Sam and Diane, and Norm Peterson and Coach and then after he died, Woody. I don't have a TV now but that's okay, the shows in my mind are almost always better. The theater crowd's just arriving.
Woman in Red: This isn't the Jewlson, we're still three blocks. Dirty rat, never mind, I'll walk. Idiot, doesn't even know his own stupid business.
Tiggo: Hey, look it
Fridge: Yeah, Freddy delivers, don't he?
Maxx: The skinny one is Tiggo, the big one is Fridge. They beat people up, take their money, kill them sometimes. The cab driver gets a third. One woman got away by running three blocks on a broken foot. Sometimes it's luck that saves them, sometimes it's fate
Tiggo: Hey Fridge, here's another one, you ever seen anybody with so much change in their purse, huh Fridge? I say you ever seen anybody--What? Who are you?
Maxx: Yeah, usually it's fate. -jumps out from box- But sometimes...it's ME!
Police Officer 1: Yes, and sometimes it's us. Alright everybody freeze!
Maxx: Damn, I was talking out loud again.
Fridge: Hey officers, uh, good thing you stopped by this big purple nutcase was going to kill us
Woman in Red: panting Oh god, finally, the cops
Mr.Gone: The police are gone
Woman in Red: Hey, you're not--
Mr.Gone: No, I'm not
a womans screams is heard as the police car drives off
Officer 1: Say Baker the call mentioned a possible female victim, do you remember any woman back there?
Officer 2: Nah, if there was a victim or something I think we would've seen it
Officer 1: Yeah I guess, what do we do with laughin' boy?
Officer 2: I don't know. We could hold him but there wasn't no assault victim, no muggers, no little blue men--nothing
Officer 1: So we run him in for loitering as usual
Officer 2: Ya know it must be great being nuts, you get to dress up in purple underwear, mumble to yourself, do whatever you want and have other people clean up your mess
Officer 1: Yeah, like us
Maxx: Oh god
Officer 1: Alright, alright, let's pipe down back there
Maxx: I hate this. I'm out of control again, I don't remember where I was this week. I saw a paper-- said it was Friday, last I remember it was Sunday. Oh god, it's started again, the pounding, god, I wish I were drunk at least that would explain this.
Maxx: Great. Where the heck am I now? So now what? These hands, each as strong as a man, hungry as death, that would drag a man down to nothingness, to oblivion. Starting to fade, it's starting to come back to me now, back to Australia, not the Australia they teach you about the cities, the outback. No, the real Australia, the smoking caves, the gods who eat mountains, the flying dragons, the rivers of gold, the leopard queen! Taunting me, almost an enemy, beautiful and feral as the great beasts she rose with still she inspires me, for her, I can be--a hero!
Julie: Aw geez, who writes this crap? I gotta ask you some questions from the psychological exam to see if you qualify for social assistance
Julie: Hello, City Health and Human Services. Hey Mr.Burge, ah, the rent? Can you hold on just a second? So here's the first question: Who's the president right now?
Poor Man: Uh...um...uh...oh no
Julie: Okay, Okay we'll come back to that. So here's the next question: If you were lost in an airport what's the first thing you would do?
Poor Man: I never been in an airport
Julie: Oh goody I'll just mark that right down
Poor Man: I never seen a social worker who dressed like you neither. Kinda like a hooker
Julie: Thanks for sharing that. Keep in mind I have a job while you have a blanket with vomit on it
shows him out
Poor Man: I like my blanket
Julie: hangs up phone but the phone rings again Hello City Health and--
Mr.Gone: I did it all for you Julie, the pain, the sex, it was all for you.
Julie: hangs up Phone creeps! phone rings Listen filth--!
Julie: Oh hello Sergeant Acona, no, I didn't mean you, I would never call you that aside to your face.
Sergeant: I got your purple pal here
Julie: You got him again? Okay, I'll be right down
Sergeant: He's being a big pain in my--
Julie: Yeah, I know he gives you a lot of trouble, I know, you don't get paid nearly enough, I'll bring the usual, bye
Sergeant: Alright, bye
Julie: hangs up phone You know if it weren't for the graft corruption and violence, this city wouldn't be any fun at all.
Julie: Assualt and battery, breaking and entering, attempted murder, every time it's something different. He really thinks he's some kind of flaming superhero. Not that this city couldn't use one.
Acona: Hey Miss Julie
Julie: Hi Acona, you got a package for me?
Acona: You got a package for me? Julie hands him money You shouldn't hang around with wacko creeps like that Miss Julie. They just had a college professor on the radio saying how women send out certain signals and that's what attracts these scum balls like that Gone character. Maybe I'm out of line here but with a flaky get up like that, aren't you worried about sending out the wrong signals? she wrings her hair out on the counter Ugh, signal loud and clear, he's in back
Julie: See, now that wasn't so hard for a reasonably intelligent mammal, now was it?
Julie: Hey Maxx, it's getting harder and harder to buy you out of here. I heard you almost bit off Backer's finger this time
Maxx: I didn't do it
Julie: Well he just got 12 stitches to hold his hand together. Now if it wasn't you, who did it?
Maxx: It was the mask.
Julie: Yeah, right
Maxx: I warned him not to get too close
Julie: Let's just drop it, okay?
Julie: C'mon you old lug let's get you some new clothes, food, and a hot bath
Maxx: Okay, but no bubbles this time