Blood Orange

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Drama
Blood Orange exposes the relationships simmering between the residents of a suburban cul-de-sac during the Orange County real estate boom. Against a backdrop of sunburnt hills, Clinton and Ray-Ray and The Girl, collide with their mothers, their rites of passage, and each other. With slam-dance rhythm and punk dialogue, David Wiener’s poetic and driven play explores the sensual and savage underbelly of the Californian hills and the cult of the American Man.

Pablo Schreiber (as Clinton) and Brian Sacca (as Ray-Ray) in BLOOD ORANGE
Pablo Schreiber (as Clinton) and Brian Sacca (as Ray-Ray) in BLOOD ORANGE

Read Sample

THE GIRL
Do you ever talk to her about me?

CLINTON
Sure.

THE GIRL
What do you say?

CLINTON
I don’t know. I say whatever she asks.

THE GIRL
Like what?

CLINTON
You know, whatever. I say I saw you. Or we hung out. I say I hang out with you sometimes.

THE GIRL
What does that mean?

CLINTON
It means we hang out.

THE GIRL
Jesus.

CLINTON
What?

THE GIRL
You’re a fucking bastard, you know that?

(He slides out.)

CLINTON
What’s wrong with you?

THE GIRL
That lady thinks I’m dirt. She thinks I’m some kind of slut because I hang around here like a slut.

CLINTON
Don’t get mental.

THE GIRL
You treat me like a slut Clinton.

CLINTON
I do not.

THE GIRL
You do. It’s the same with Kilo and Ray-Ray. You don’t even talk to me when they’re around. You act like I don’t exist—

CLINTON
Hold on—

THE GIRL
She probably thinks I’m fucking all of you. She looks at me like I’m some sort of slut. Or like she doesn’t even know what I am. What am I?

CLINTON
What?

THE GIRL
What am I?

CLINTON
What does that mean? You’re talking fucking nonsense.

(He slides under the car.)

THE GIRL
What am I? To you.

CLINTON
What are you?

THE GIRL
To you.

CLINTON
You’re like... You’re like someone I hang out with. We do things.

THE GIRL
Oh, that’s great.

CLINTON
What?

THE GIRL
I’m a slut.

CLINTON
Would you stop saying that?

THE GIRL
Does she know my name?

CLINTON
Yeah. She knows. Of course she knows.

THE GIRL
Did you tell her?

CLINTON
Did I tell her what?

THE GIRL
My name.

CLINTON
I don’t have to tell her your name. She knows your name.

THE GIRL
How? She never introduced herself to me. I’ve been in this garage since the sixth grade, and not once has she offered her hand.

CLINTON
She knows I don’t like her talking to my friends.

THE GIRL
Yeah.

(He slides out.)

CLINTON
Are you on the rag?

THE GIRL
No Clinton, I’m not on the fucking rag.

CLINTON
Then why are you mental? You’re wacked out. You been hacking on me all day. I don’t like it.

THE GIRL
Tough shit.

CLINTON
Jesus.

THE GIRL
Do you dream of me?

CLINTON
What?

THE GIRL
Do you dream about me?

CLINTON
No.

(He slides under the car.)

THE GIRL
Oh.

CLINTON
I don’t dream.

THE GIRL
Figures.

CLINTON
I used to. Now. I just sleep. I get nothing. Blackness.

THE GIRL
I dream.

CLINTON
When I was a kid, I used to dream all sorts of things.

THE GIRL
I dream of you.

CLINTON
You shouldn’t do that.

THE GIRL
Why not?

CLINTON
You just shouldn’t.

THE GIRL
When I lay next to you. When you lie next to somebody and you’re naked, and you’re touching, your dreams mix. It’s true. They bleed together.

CLINTON
I don’t dream.

THE GIRL
You do. You just don’t remember. I remember. I held your hand last night and your dreams melted into mine. That’s what sex is, you know. You shoot your dreams inside me.

CLINTON
Knock it off.

THE GIRL
And mine leaked into you. Just dribbled down my finger and went inside. So my dreams are really your dreams. And yours are mine.

(He slides out.)

CLINTON
I don’t remember your dreams either. Hand me that.

THE GIRL
It’s okay. You will.

CLINTON
Maybe your dreams aren’t memorable.

THE GIRL
That’s a shitty thing to say.

CLINTON
I guess.

THE GIRL
You’re mean. Why are you mean to me?

CLINTON
I don’t know. You make me nervous.

THE GIRL
Well, I guess that’s something.

CLINTON
Wrench.

THE GIRL
Which?

CLINTON
Three-eighths

(She hands it to him. CLINTON slides back under the car. THE GIRL looks at him. Pause.)

THE GIRL
It makes me hot sometimes.

CLINTON
What?

THE GIRL
It makes me hot.

(CLINTON slides out.)

CLINTON
What does?

THE GIRL
When you’re mean.

CLINTON
When I’m mean?

THE GIRL
I know. It’s not healthy. I shouldn’t come here.

CLINTON
But you do.

THE GIRL
Yeah.

CLINTON
It makes you hot.

THE GIRL
Yeah.

CLINTON
I can be pretty mean.

THE GIRL
Let’s stop.

CLINTON
I can be downright evil sometimes.

Cast Requirements

3 women (adult)
1 woman (young adult)
2 men (young adult)

Set Description

Minimal set

Honors

Winner, Cherry Lane Mentor Fellowship 2000-2001 (Mentored by David Henry Hwang).

Publisher

Dramatists Play Service

Press

“[David Wiener’s] dialogue is honest, quick, and funny. The people he's created speak for themselves. And as the vehicle carrying them hurtles to its disturbing conclusion, you can't help but squirm.”-- The Village Voice

Press

Production and Development History

Developed: Cherry Lane Theater, New York.

Productions: Cherry Lane Theater (March 2001); Blue Heron Theater (May 2001).