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(PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR appears.)

(The girls convulse, levitate, lose their minds. Except PIPE who is steady and powerful.)

PIPE: (Incredulous.) I did it. I did it.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Like magic.

PIPE: Like magic.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: What do you want, my child?

PIPE: My sister.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Listen to your heart.

PIPE: I want my sister back. You took her from me.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Your heart can ask for things without you even knowing.

PIPE: Just bring her back.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: The wild desires that keep our heart on fire or stop us cold.

PIPE: I promise I won’t ever ask for anything else.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: What is it?

PIPE: I want my sister!

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: What else?

PIPE: Give me my sister!

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: What else?

PIPE: (Full Tears.) I JUST WANT MY SISTER.

(PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR turns to go.)

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: I don’t deal with liars.

PIPE: FINE. I want back the little part of me that died with her. The part that thought I’d live forever and nothing could touch me. The part of me that wasn’t afraid to get mad, really mad, and feel all of myself, even the scary parts. I don’t wanna be sorry anymore! I don’t wanna be good! I don’t wanna smile and be okay and happy and small and live in a world that wants nothing else from me. I don’t want you to tell me who I am anymore! I wanna light myself on fire and burn and burn.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Take it. You already know how.

PIPE: Show me! Show me how!

(PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR enters the treehouse.)

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: You’re afraid of your own magic. Or worse - you don’t understand what it even is. You think it’s candles and crushed plants. Some made up words and a wish. The insane ramblings and obsessions of the lonely woman up the hill, in the woods, on the corner of the street.

PIPE: But it’s you-you’re magic-

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Wrong. This is a real woman’s work. Magic.
It is intention. Control. Power.
But a powerful woman is a dangerous thing, so we called them witches and strung them up to trees, drowned them in the lake, and burned them at the stake.
Men can only take by silver or lead.
But women need only themselves to plant seeds in hearts and minds that stab and twist when they begin to root, ensnaring us all with just a thought. We’ve spent centuries convincing women they’re crazy, and you’re so close to waking up.

(KIT is possessed and his words pour out of her mouth.)

PIPE: I’m ready. Show me!

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: No. You show me. (PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR opens PIPE’s third eye.)

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Show me exactly what you want. Imagine what you want in your mind’s eye and then let yourself have it.
(A flash of a little girl.)
Let us see.
Let us see.
Let us see.

PIPE: Let us see.

(PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER appears. She’s 9 years old. The paragon of girlhood. Soaking wet in a bathing suit with goggles on her forehead. Beautiful, but dark magic.)

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER: There’s a monster under my bed. Breathing hard in the dead of night. Scratching and digging at the floor boards. Making a home underneath me.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Let us see.

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER: I shut my eyes and scrunch my body to make myself invisible. Then I count backwards from 100 and watch fireworks, and bombs go off, and planes fly into buildings on the back of my eyelids until I fall asleep.
And in the morning everything is fine.
Some nights I fall right through my bed and wake up in a pool of sweat. I hold my breath so I can’t be found, but I realize it was me breathing hard in the dead of night.
My hands are bleeding from scratching at the floor, carving my home. And I know.

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER/PIPE: I know then that the monster has always been me.

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER: And I have a choice to make.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Finish this.

PIPE: This time.

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER: This time.

PIPE: This time I won’t be scared.

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER: I’m making a deal with the devil. The devil inside of me.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Promise me.

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER: I promise the devil I will not be good.
Good is quiet and small.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Promise me.

PIPE’S LITTLE SISTER: I will be loud loud loud.
Have things and not be had.
Make the world in my image.
And take. What’s. Mine.

PABLO F*CKING ESCOBAR: Promise me.

(End of excerpt.)