My Chianna
In My Chianna, FRANCESCO has been having a terrible week running around Haiti and Santo Domingo. His day is about to get much worse when he makes a final stop with SYSCO.
My Chianna
S: You got it?
F: Yeah, Jesus I got it, I got it.
(S laughs hysterically – after a moment)
You enjoying yourself?
S: Holy sh’t man, I never thought you’d make it through.
(S laughs hysterically)
F: Is that why you sent me to do this job? Â Cause it’s funny to you, Sysco? Â Is it so funny, that I got chased by forty Haitian men with jungle warrior knives the size of swords because I stepped on their territory in some foreign f’ckin town that doesn’t even exist on a map. I nearly got my head chopped off! Â I barely made it back alive!
S: How was Chianna, you send her my love?
F: She was superb. When I told her what you asked me to tell her she slapped me across my face clean. Â So, we were off to a good start. Â Thanks for that. Â So, now I’m meeting Ramirez with a bloody nose to make the exchange and he’s looking at me like he’s about to blow my head off the entire time. Â I get driven across the country by a non-stop singing criminal who went through every Shakira song with a disturbing obsession before dropping me off in Otra Banda in the Dominican Republic. Â I won’t even tell you what happened next because it makes no logical sense but here I am my friend. Â There’s your sh’t, pay me my money so I can get on with my life and back to the states.
(S throws an envelope at F. Â F looks inside and see the money)
Okay, great.
S: Sit down. Â Want a cigar? A drink? Â You’re too wound up.
F: I’m fine man, but I’m still trying to get my head on straight from all this.
S: When is your flight?
F: In four hours and I should be leaving if I’m going to make it.
S: No problemo, amigo. Â I’ll have Ramone take you to the airport.
F: Are we square on this now?
S: Square?
F: Even. Â Are we even? Â Is everything good between us?
S: It looks that way, no?
F: Okay, then. Â See you later.
S: Francesco…sit down. Â There’s just one minor thing.
(F sits)
Why didn’t you tell me about the girl?
F: What girl?
S: Â (smiles) The girl, the girl…my Chianna. Â Why didn’t you tell me about her?
F: I told you she smacked me across the face.
S: Yes, that is true but why didn’t you tell me you had her. Â My…Chianna.
F: It’s not like that, Sysco.
S: No? What’s it like? Â Tell me, amigo.
F: We never did anything.
(S laughs hysterically)
S: Do you really think I care? It’s fine, it’s fine. Â I’m glad you did amigo. Just tell me, was she good?
F: But we didn’t—
(S laughs hysterically)
S: Look, it’s okay. Â Ramone will take you to the airport. Â No reason not to tell me but maybe you are the private type. Â I understand. Â It’s your business, not mine.
F: Yeah but, you and Chianna, that was something that ended a very long time ago, isn’t it?
S: Actually, she does what I tell her to do. Â And I told her to f’ck you so that must mean she didn’t do her job and now she will pay the consequence.
F: Wait a second. Â She tried but I didn’t because I didn’t want to.
S: No?
F: Well, I did. Â I did want to.
S: Yes?
F: But it didn’t happen.
S: I see. Â So nothing happened then?
F: Nothing.
S: So these photos sent to my phone are fake?
F: I don’t remember it one bit. I was drugged.
S: Shhhh. Â It’s okay, it’s okay.
(pause.)
I know you were drugged.
F: Why did you do that to me?
S: Because things get boring out here and I constantly have to find ways to entertain myself or I will go mad. Â Right now, I am extremely entertained…so entertained I cannot contain myself. Â I live for these moments. Â I love it!
(pulls out his gun)
You see? Â There is always a thrill to catch a liar right dead smack in the act of the lie and to provide instant satisfaction in the face of a lie. Â This gun cured many liars. Â Are you a liar?
F: Â I was drugged and don’t remember anything with Chianna.
(S laughs hysterically and coughs)
S: If a man were in a Coma he would recall Chianna. Okay look, this is an interesting moment for you because look, you are now dead. Â Yeah? Â You are dead…listen…feel it…feel the quiet seconds before your death…do you feel the energy I was talking about? Â The rush? Â Mmmm…shhhh….
(both men look one another in the eyes)
shhh….shhh…
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