SCRIPT
Antigone 2K1: The Tragedy Continues
Directed by John Vreeke
Prologue: Part One
Chorus 1: The fighting has gone on for as long as anyone can remember.
Chorus 2: For so long that no one even knows what the war is about anymore.
Chorus 3: Everybody just keeps on taking care of business.
Chorus 1: If someone gets you, you got to get them back.
Chorus 2: Whole families come down on opposite sides.
Chorus 3: It's brother against brother, sister against sister. One day there's another killing andsuddenly two best friends aren't speaking to each other.
Chorus 1: See, in this part of town we got to make our own rules.
Chorus 2: Seems like them people downtown don't even know we exist.
Chorus 3: So we take care of ourselves. If your kids are hungry, the church people down theblock'll bring them dinner.
Chorus 1: If you need a ride to the store, one of the old guys will take you there.
Chorus 2: And if you gotta beef, your dawgs will handle it for you.
Chorus 3: For as long as it takes.
Chorus 1: Until there's no dawgs left.
Chorus 2: Then new ones come and take their places. It don't even matter what they're beefingfor. They just keep on beefing.
Chorus 3: That's how Eteocles and Polyneices wound up on opposite sides of the war.
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Everyone: Who were they?
Chorus 1: They were the sons of Oedipus, you know, Antigone's brothers.
Chorus 2: Looks like the whole family was cursed by that Jerry Springer stuff with Oedipus.
Chorus 3: True dat.
Chorus 1: So with both brothers dead, and the war finally winding down, we are just so relieved
to have a little break for a minute.
Chorus 2: But it turns out the new man in charge is Creon, from around the way.
Chorus 3: And he was never the one to put a stop to trouble.
Prologue: Part Two
Antigone: You'd think we've suffered enough all these years, all the way back in our family, all
the way down to Georgia, but it's nowhere near over. You hear what Creon's done?
Ismene: All I know's our brothers killed each other just last night. All I know's they're gone.
Antigone: Okay, that's why I wanted you to come out and meet me here. We gotta dosomething.
Ismene: What's up with you?
Antigone: Just listen. Creon's sending our older brother Eteocles' body back to Maryland to beburied, and that's fine. He did most of his growing up out there. They're gonna have a viewing,
funeral, everybody eat afterwards, everything. But Polyneices ain't so lucky. Creon's let him
stay in some lost alley somewhere with all the rats and roaches. If anybody messes with his
body, Creon will make them pay. That's it, are you a true sister or a traitor to your own family?
Ismene: Are you crazy? What can I do?
Antigone: Help me.
Ismene: With what?
Antigone: I'm going to bury him.
Ismene: You can't do that! You just told me what'll happen to you if Creon finds out.
Antigone: Oh, Ismene, I thought you were my sister, and you're just going to let our brother lie
on the ground suffering. We should bury him.
Ismene: Antigone, look how much danger you can put yourself in. I don't want you to get hurt.
2Antigone: If danger is what it takes, then I'm in it-- because I love my brother. You may not, but
I do.
Ismene: But if you go, I won't have a sibling left. All my closest family will be gone.
Antigone: Shame on you, you traitor. You're not the right sister for me. I thought you loved ourbrother. Who cares about Creon? I'm doing what I feel is right.
Ismene: If you do, fine then-- your life will be a living hell, and I'm not saying this to hurt yourfeelings, I just think you're going too far. It's thin ice to always be risking something like you do.
You always fly off the handle like this.
Antigone: How can I be going too far? He's our brother! I mean, get real Ismene. You're being
stuck-up and stupid. I never thought I would say this, but you're not my sister, I don't know who
you are. You think what you're saying is right, but girl, you need some wisdom and nerve. You
need me. Just as much as we need our brother.
Ismene: I just don't want to stir things up any more than they already are. It'll only lead to moretears. I'm afraid for you.
Antigone: Don't worry about me, you got yourself to worry for.
Ismene: I won't tell anyone. I'll keep it quiet.
Antigone: I don't care who you tell! Tell anybody and they'll see you don't love your family
anyway!
Ismene: Riled up when you need to settle down, if you're doing what you say you're gonna do.
Antigone: I'm doing what I got to.
Ismene: Why do something if there's no point, if it's only destined for more pain?
Antigone: Because I have to. Get out of my face.
Scene I
Choragos: At last we got our new king, and his name is Creon, Menoikeus' son.
(Creon enters)
Creon: Y'all we >bout to do this. I got the honor to let ya'll know that I made a will. My will is I'm
a player and I can play you if I want to, and nobody better not bury Polyneices.
Choragos: A young, if that's your will you have a right to do it. You know we all together here.
Creon: That is my will, so do your part.
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Choragos: We going to sit back and relax and let our younger people do that.
Creon: Man I ain't mean like that. (Looks at his watch.) The sentries have been jacked.
Choragos: Then what you want, Creon?
Creon: I don't want you to help nobody if they break the law.
Choragos: Only a crazy man likes death.
Creon: Then that's what they'll get, and then we'll really see that green.
(Creon and Choragos start to leave, then Sentries come running behind them.)
Sentry 1: Creon, Creon!
Sentry 2: Hold it, man!
Sentry 1: (breathing really hard) Hold up, I'm out of breath.
Sentry 2: I got some bad news. I was just walking, smoking me a little something, taking off theedge...
Creon: Come on, man. What you gotta say?
Sentry 1: Man, I ain't did it-Sentry 2: I ain't see who did it either-Sentry 1: And you sure ain't goin' punish me for what someone else did.
Creon: It must be bad, but I don't even know what it is: tell me.
Sentry 2: A really terrible thing.
Sentry 1: I don't even know how to put it.
Creon: Man, just tell it.
Sentry 2: This is what happened-Sentry 1: Don't you know that bad man, Polyneices?
Sentry 2: Somebody gave the body a burial and left.
Creon: And who did this?
Sentry 1: I don't even know-4

Sentry 2: But it wasn't me.
Sentry 1: Look, the ground won't even wet-Sentry 2: I didn't even see nobody digging, car tracks or footprints either.
Sentry 1: It was when they released us this morning. The body was just mounded over with light
dust-Sentry 2: Well, he wasn't buried really; it was just enough for the ghost's peace-Sentry 1: And it wasn't no dogs or any animals that been there-Sentry 2: We was fussing and stuff, like we knew our lives was over-Choragos: I been thinking King: Maybe the gods did this.
Creon: Hold it! Are you wack? The gods! Is you goin' crazy, or is you thinking wrong? Why? How
did they help them? You know what? Just shut you mouth, fool.
Sentry 1: A yo King, can I say something?
Creon: Your voice is stressing me out.
Sentry 1: Is that my voice?
Sentry 2: Maybe it's your conscience.
Creon: Oh my Lord, he wants to analyze me!
Sentry 2: It's not what I say-Sentry 1: It's what will be done that will strike you.
Creon: You talk too much stuff. Just shut it up.
Sentry 2: You right: I ain't did nothing.
Creon: You sold your soul for a little bit of that green.
Sentry 1: How rude when somebody judges you-Sentry 2: And they so wrong.
Creon: Watch who you talking to. All your lip might float you for now, but unless you bring methat man, you gonna be cash in the end.
Sentry 1: ABring me that man.@5

Sentry 2: Ain't that what I want to do, and save my skin?
Sentry 1: Catch him or not though-Sentry 2: I'm outta here.
ODE I
Zero's the quotient of the planet's diversity, but seven's more diverse than one man's kiss androll.
The traffic light's yellow yields to his yellow skin, the humongous stop sign.
STOP.
Roll the number seven times, the desecration of Babylon and Job.
3, 6, 53, 6, 5
Avian winged grace-Hawk's ostrich-ugly
Serpent sea gleams romance
Glistening through cobwebbed minds, through booby-trapped minds.
The Sagitarian Geminis about the valley's claim brown.
It's sprung bliss during Spring, the reign of Persephone,It's like Albuquerque blackjack on a Sunday's peached sun.
You gotta be quicker than the twitch even though it's biblically bad.
Every single gust famed in the breeze's whisperThis hip-hop-cracy cannot be the political correction.
O brilliance, too much to indulge;
O prophecy, crossing over to darkness.
When the regulations are defied, monarchist instincts leave you enchanted to death,due to your defiance.
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Scene II
Choragos: So what are you trying to say? It's obvious women are supposed to be princesses.
How can you treat Antigone this way? Where is she going to be taken?
Sentry: Yes, this woman is the one who did it! All of us caught her with our very own eyes. She
was burying him. And where in the world is Creon?
Creon: (steps out of the crowd) Creon is right here in front of you. Where in the world have you
been? Why haven't you come back sooner?
Sentry: Okay, man you can never be too sure of anything. I woulda sworn you would never seeme here again after you scared me like that, and what you said to me. But then how could I tell
you I solved the case? And faster than ever? No gambling this time, I was too excited not tocome. This is the one, the guilty one. (pushes Antigone forward) We caught her trying to bury
him again. Take her, question her, put all the blame on her, and I'll be glad about it.
Creon: What? Hold on! Is this Antigone?What did you bring her back here for?
Sentry: I told you once, and I'll tell you again: She was burying him, no lie.
Creon: That is so cold. How can anyone be so evil?
Sentry: What can I say? I saw her with my own two eyes.
Creon: Then bring on the facts. And make it quick!
Sentry: All right, let me say it like this. After you got all mad and everything, we went back andtook the dust away from the body.
Creon: Like you were supposed to do.
Sentry: Can I talk? Anyway, the flesh was all soft and nasty and it stunk, so we sat as far away as
we could and kept a look out to see if anyone would come back.
Creon: And?
Sentry: I'd tell it if you'd let me. So we stayed up all night watching and nothing happened until
the sun was starting to come up. And all of a sudden, there she was, crying and calling out tothe good Lord, and all the time piling dust on top of her dead brother. Then she sprinkled her
forty on the sidewalk for him, and that's when we jumped her. And she doesn't deny a thing.
You can ask her yourself.
Creon: So what do you say now Antigone? Is what the man says true?
Antigone: Every word of it.
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Creon: So tell me, didn't you hear me say no one could touch him.
Antigone: Yeah, I heard you.
Creon: But you went right on and did it anyway.
Antigone: Yes I did. You're not God, you know. My own brother's body was lying there right out
in the open, and all I did was cover him up. If you want to kill me, go right ahead. I don't careanyway, now that both of my brothers are dead and gone. If I had left him lying there, thatwould hurt me, but you can't hurt me now. You might think I'm stupid, but if you kill me forrespecting my own family, who's stupid then?
Choragos: Like father, like daughter: stubborn to the bone, and hard-headed too. I might have
known she wouldn't listen. Uh oh, here comes Ismene.
Creon: Oh no, not you too. Another snake here in my own home. So you were in on it too?
Ismene: If Antigone lets me, you can put the blame on me.
Antigone: No way, sister. It's way too late for that. You wouldn't help me when I asked you to,and you can't help me now.
Ismene: But now I understand. Just let me share the blame with you.
Antigone: Everybody knows who did it, and it sure wasn't you.
Ismene: Don't I owe my brother something too? I just want to die with you.
Antigone: That won't make it any easier.
Ismene: But my whole family's gone now. Why would I want to live?
Antigone: Ask Creon. You always cared so much about what he had to say.
Ismene: Why you want to carry me like that?
Antigone: I'm not trying to carry you, I just don't have anything else to say.
Ismene: So that's all then.
Antigone: You go your way and I'll go mine.
Creon: Oh look at these two girls. One just lost her mind and the other never had one to begin
with.
Ismene: Have I lost my mind, King, or did you take it from me?
Creon: Oh, so now it's my fault your sister messed up.
8Ismene: Well, how am I supposed to live without her?
Creon: That's what you're doing now. She's as good as dead already.
Ismene: But your own son's in love with her.
Creon: There's plenty of other girls out there. My son will be fine.
Choragos: Is this true? Are you really going to steal this girl from your son?
Creon: All right. Everybody get out of here. I've had about enough of you all and you're getting
on my last nerve. (To the guards:) Take them away and keep a good eye on them. They might
be brave now, but they're just girls, and even strong men run when they see death coming.
ODE II
Lightning bends to snatch souls and cast them in rivers;
Sinful lips eclipsed the real broken commandments;
As evening splits abyss in godly wraths
That strike the repercussions of moral arrogance.
As the slaying of the firstborn moon slashed ashes among children,
Among children who pollute the world with their innocence-Eternally damned offspring of Oedipus, who, as the sun whispered tans on their faces,
Made them clueless with irridescent days, making their youth stop bringing truth to their doom.
There was no Zeus or raging God whose heart throbbed his temporal arteries in eternalpunishment.
They weren't fazed when celestial rebellion swarmed their immortality.
>Twas America's rich and money-filth mansions swept in gold tooth smiles,
Be costing more than what lies above Olympus,
While standing amidst that sweet yellow that looms above the echoes of the clouds.

Scene III
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Haimon: Dad.
Creon: Son. Decide anything on that girl? You come here after me, or with the proper respectthat I deserve in all things?
Haimon: I'm your son. You got all the years on me. You point things out, and I take note ofthem. No marriage means more than your mind.
Creon: All right. (Chorus applauds) That's the way to be, you've come to your senses. Father
knows best! What I say goes, and it goes good! This makes me proud--to have such a smart,mature son. You respect my friends when they come over, and you hate my enemies, even if
you've never met them, and only know what I tell you about them. When a man can't raise his
son up right, he only makes it harder on himself. People laughin' at me, shakin' their heads...
Eurydice: Baby, you know your people give you much respect.
Creon: (ignores her, to Haimon) So you're doin' the right thing being cool about this girl. You'd
get tired of her, she'd turn into a nag...
Eurydice: Huh.
Creon: (looks at Eurydice, then back at Haimon) Lord knows that's what happens with all
women. That's the way they are, boring, nag, boring, nag. Out of everybody in these parts,
Antigone's the only one wouldn't take my word! I can't let her carry me like that, and I can'tchange my mind. They'll think I'm weak, and I'll have all kinda trouble then.
Haimon: I can see what she was feeling, though-Eurydice: (ignoring Haimon, to Creon) You say all women are what?
Creon: (to Haimon) Yeah, she'll probably cry AIt's my brother!@ and all that, and she can just go
on with that kind of mess. I don't let you get away with nothing just because you're my son, do
I? People got no respect for their elders, for those in authority. If you don't know how to listen,
you don't know how to lead. How do these people think they can live their lives right if they'rejust floundering around with no history, no guidance from leaders? Can't happen. It's anarchy,
disorder, nothin' worse than that. That's why there's so much bad goin' on. Men can't take careof their homes right. Lettin' a woman--like Antigone!--lead them any which way she wants. We
can't let a woman butt in like that, boy.
Chorus (male): Amen!
Haimon: Dad, reason is what sets us apart from rats, and I'm glad to have you warn me against
losing mine. You always mean well, but there's other opinions to listen to. Just like you say, why
not listen to what others have to say about all this?
Eurydice: You keep talking, child, but he ain't listening.
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Haimon: It's hard, cuz they're all afraid of you, and won't say their hearts to your face; they'll
just nod and smile and agree and walk off.
Eurydice: Tell it.
Haimon: But I've heard them talking, and they feel for her. They say there wasn't nothing wrong
with what she did, that anybody with a good conscience and deep love for their own blood
would have done the exact same thing. They say it's noble what she did, that she's just being anhonest human being.
Eurydice: I did hear some talk over at the laundromat.
Haimon: I want you to be happy. Every father and son should care about how each other's
doing, and watch out for each other. But when one of them's losing it, the other should call him
on it.
Eurydice: Go on, son.
Haimon: You can't think you're the only one in the world who can be right. Why don't you listen
to yourself, to what you said a minute ago, and listen to me?
Eurydice: Or me either?
Haimon: When the hurricanes come through in August, we don't shut up the windows tight-the whole house would bust in. No, we leave a window at each end of the house cracked, to let
a little air through, so nothin' shatters. Right now, you just got all your windows shut tight andit's gonna be broken glass all over the floor before long, if you don't open up.
Choragos: Your boy's pretty sharp, man. If he's right, you might wanna give it some morethought. Haimon, you should listen too. Same talent. Spitting image.
Creon: At my age I'm gonna learn from a boy?
Haimon: If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. But so what if I'm young and right, as long as I've got agood point? What's my age got to do with it?
Creon: You're backing some troublemaking anarchist?
Haimon: I got no love for trouble.
Creon: And she's not making trouble right now?
Haimon: The neighborhood doesn't see it as trouble.
Creon: So the neighbors wanna tell me how to run this block?
Haimon: Who's talking childish?
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Creon: I own this place. I run this place.
Haimon: It's no place for people if just one of them's calling the shots.
Eurydice: True.
Creon: (after a pause): Your mind's all turned around about this girl, ain't it?
Haimon: My mind's thinking about you.
Creon: How is your little mind thinking about me, when your mouth is arguing with me! Defying
me! You don't speak that way to your father. You don't pay no bills around here.
Haimon: You don't speak that way to what's right. You don't pay no mind, let alone attention.
Creon: Everything I do is within the law and what's right.
Haimon: Which laws? Which right? Sometimes there's a difference.
Creon: Everything you saying is to stick with her. Everything is for her.
Haimon: And you. And me. And for the gods.
Creon: You ain't marrying that girl while she's alive, I'll tell you that right now.
Haimon: Okay, but an eye for an eye.
Creon: You threatening me, boy?
Haimon: No threat in honesty.
Creon: You're gonna go down hard for talking down to me like this. You're the one playin'.
Haimon: If you weren't my father, I'd smack you all over this yard.
Creon: Boy, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out. You gonna watch that sweet little girlof yours suffer, too. I'm gonna make a call and she ain't gonna be around too long.
Haimon: That's it--last time you're seeing this face as your son's. Keep on hollering if anybody'll
listen to it. That's all you want.
Choragos: Not good having a young'n all riled up and running about like he is.
Creon: Let him do what he's gonna do. Won't make no difference.
Choragos: What are you going to do with Antigone?

12Creon: I got an old little house a few blocks away where nobody's lived for a while. I'm gonna
lock her in the basement. Nobody'll hear her, or know to look for her there. She'll fade.
ODE III
Dido, unperishable garbage disposer of milk and honey,
Rich reaper of traffic rays and running red lights with chariots
In the carress-worthy female sea serpent of the swamp.
Even the knaves of immorality cannot flee from her;
And one breathing, thuggish ruggish bone,
In his one 24-hour ritual
Trembles before her brittle essence.
Surely you sway amidst doom.
The prissy Mohican's signatured heart
As in the very spot he has made luminous anger,
Bent lightning between sperm donor and offspring
And none has slayed love with irridescent words.
A girl's gaze laboring the biblical laws falling from celestial paradise,
Pleasing pleasure to her in seclusion
Who mocks us, flourescent Babylon.
Scene V
Teiresias: This is how the blind man comes. Here I come and here I am.
Creon: What's up with you Teiresias?
Teiresias: Listen up, Creon. I've come to tell you something.
Creon: I always listen to what you got to say.
Teiresias: Then you've done the right thing, King. You've been pretty smart, up till now.
Creon: Look, tell me what you have to say. I ain't got time for all this talk.
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Teiresias: Then I'll tell you right away. I see that you're setting yourself up for some serious
trouble.
Creon: How do you know? You're blind.
Teiresias: Creon, you know that I can see the future.
Creon: Then tell me.
Teiresias: Okay. I was just kicked back watching the NBA playoffs, drinkin' me a Bud and hearing
the sounds of the kids playing out back, the way they always are. Suddenly I heard the voices
get louder. There was screaming and yelling. A dog started to bark like it was going crazy. I
could tell it was a bad fight, not the usual kid stuff. I heard the sound of glass breaking, andsome loud pops-- either firecrackers or gunshots, I'm not sure which. I ran to call 911, but itrang and rang and no one answered. I'm telling you, it was a sign. I had my boy look out thewindow for me, but he couldn't see too much for all the smoke-- just a bunch of strangers, alldressed in black.
Creon: And what do you think it means?
Teiresias: I'm telling you Creon, it means you're about to put all of us into a world of trouble.
You're staining us all with the blood of Oedipus' son and nothing will ever wash this place clean
again. You know, everyone makes mistakes, but a smart king admits it when he's wrong.
Creon: Fine, but I'm not wrong.
Teiresias: Your only real crime is too much pride. Why can't you just give in? You can't win when
you're fighting a dead man. How can you kill a man who's already dead? Enough already. Let
Antigone go.
Creon: It seems like everyone knows what's best for me. All my life I've heard predictions from
fortune tellers and the guys out in front of Saint Elizabeth's. No Teiresias, let the dead man rot.
I'm not afraid of your strangers in black or your broken glass. I'm not afraid of gunshots either. I
know every man has his price, but I never thought you would sell out so cheap.
Teiresias: Now what are you saying?
Creon: I know you didn't make up this story just for fun. Someone must be paying you.
Teiresias: That's sick Creon. You're making me sick, too.
Creon: What? It's no crime to want the good things in life. I just never figured you for a sellout. I
guess cash has more power than any king.
Teiresias: Well, your power could be gone awfully quick.
Creon: Watch who you're talking to, Teiresias. I still have plenty of power right now.
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Teiresias: You're where you are because of me.
Creon: You've been right before, but you're wrong now.
Teiresias: Okay, no use trying to be nice. This is what's about to happen. Go ahead and kill
Antigone. You'll feel really strong for about a minute. Then you'll realize what you've done. One
child dead with no grave, the other one buried before her time. It's wrong, Creon. There arehigher powers than yours.
Creon: Not in this neighborhood.
Teiresias: (ignoring him) Soon your own house will be full of moaning and crying. Too many
bodies are rotting, Creon. And too many of the living will wind up dead.
Creon: All right, now you've got my attention. But I'm not sure what to do.
Teiresias: I told you. Free Antigone. Just let her go and forget about it.
Exodus
Messenger 1: Men of Southeast, all y'all near the water, near St. Elizabeth's, I ain't about to say
AThis is for sure, that's for sure, this is all good, that's all bad.@ Good things happen to badpeople, and the other way around, and you never know when something's gonna jump out andtake you down or raise you up. Just ain't no tellin, and that's how we gotta live with it.
Messenger 2: Like Creon--it looked like he was happy once. Wasn't nobody could take him
down or would even try. He practically owned these parts, he had so much power. And a few
fine, healthy kids were born to him. But now it's all gone. Nobody's happy when their joy
disappears. He's walking, but he's not really there.
Choragos: This sounds bad--what's your news?
Both Messengers: They're dead.
Choragos: What?
Messenger 1: They're gone--you can ask the one still here all about it.
Choragos: Who's dead? How?
Messenger 2: Haimon is dead. His own hand's what took him.
Choragos: His father's hand or his own own hand?
Messenger 2: His own. But the murder his daddy'd done, that's what drove him to it.
Choragos: Ah Teiresias, he saw this miles away.
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Messenger 1: That's our news; take what you can from it.
Choragos: Oh Lord, here comes Eurydice, Creon's woman. Did she hear us?
Eurydice: I was walkin over to my aunt's house cuz I needed to talk, I needed her help, and I
heard some neighbors on the porch talking up some new pain. I fainted, and don't reallyremember what I heard. The neighbors helped me up, but wouldn't say what was up, so tell me
now. Whatever it is, I can take it; my heart and soul have their share of scars.
Messenger 1[aside to audience]: This is hard. [back to Eurydice] You ain't gonna like this, but
we'll tell you straight as we can. [to Messenger 2] Go ahead, you start man.
Messenger 2: Creon took us with him to finally go bury Polyneices. We found him in that sameally, and he wasn't looking good, but we took him out into the woods, wrapped him up, and put
him in the ground. Creon didn't say much, but asked me to say a few quick words. After I did, helooked a little bit better.
Eurydice: So he was finally trying to change his ways? Do something to make up for his hard
head?
Messenger 2: Better late than never, I guess, but just hold up, there's more.
Eurydice: I'm listening.
Messenger 1: Then we went on over to the house to get Antigone out of the basement. We
were right out front and could hear some of the guys arguing inside, but when we hit the front
door it sounded like they were crying. Creon started running for the basement. He was about toopen it and head downstairs, but he stopped and it looked like he was bout to cry.
Eurydice: I ain't never seen that man cry in his life, that fool-Messenger 2: He says, AThat sounds like my boy but I can't go down there just yet. Y'all godown and look,@ so we did what he asked. We went down them rickety old steps and there
she was on the ground, with her wrists wide open, blood was...dark all over the floor...seen acouple broken bottles so we guessed that's what she did it with...
Eurydice: Oh my Lord...oh my Lord...but she was strong, I thought she was strong, I liked her! I
didn't think she'd take all this so far...
Messenger 1: And Haimon was right there, down on the ground, in all that blood and dust, hisarms around his girl dead in the cellar, crying out his father'd took her away from him.
(Eurydice has grown almost completely silent, hardly blinking)Messenger 2: Creon came down the steps kinda wobbly, and his eyes were wet, and he called
to him, AWhat's goin on man? Talk to me. What's happening in your head that makes your eyes
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Messenger 1: And Haimon spit in his face. He didn't say nothin, just starin at his dad, when hepicked up on of the broken bottles and went after him. Creon dodged him, and Haimon got thiscrazy look in his eye--I haven't seen that look in nobody's eye but once or twice--and dug into
his own wrists with the bottle, probably the same as Antigone, and laid back down beside her,put his arms back around her, and...just...closed his eyes.
Eurydice: Excuse me [walks off].
Choragos: This don't look good--she alright? This don't look good...
Messenger 2: I ain't exactly at peace neither, but maybe she just needs to be alone. She's rightabout those scars she's got.
Messenger 1: Sometimes you gotta be alone to let yourself hurt the right way.
Choragos: Sure, but this just ain't good, this is it, this is the hardest walk yet...
Messenger 2: I'll go check on her.
(Creon enters with some of his gang, who are carrying Haimon's body.]
Choragos: I told you all--here's Creon now. It's like how Marvin Gaye was killed by his father,but Creon's hurt bad inside. He knows it and he's showin it.
Creon: Nothing you say can touch me anymore. My own blindness has led me down thestairsteps of agony. Here we are: murdering father, murdered son. All my puffed-up pride...
Choragos: That's the truth. If only you'd seen it sooner.
Creon: The truth is like a mountain of broken glass raining down on me. Some part of me
wanted to be like a god--I wanted to be such a big, important man...but I'm just a stubborn
brute, destroying what should be most dear.
Messenger 2: [returning from inside] You got it bad, man. But I'm afraid it's not over. There ismore pain in your house.
Creon: Nothing could be worse than what I see right now: the boy I wanted to raise, to truly
raise...down dead on the ground before me. Tell me what's worse.
Messenger 2: Your wife is dead.
Creon [after a silence, slowly dropping to his knees]: It doesn't end. It doesn't end! Doesn't thisworld ever let up on me? I have felt like I was fading away burying Polyneices, then I knew I wasdead in the cellar with Haimon, and now...every death brings another death, every word I hearis death...is this for real?
Messenger 1: Look for yourself. [Eurydice's body is dragged out]
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Creon: I can't take all this truth--it's tearing me apart. My son's girl...my son...my wife...
Messenger 2: She sat down in front of y'all's fireplace, facing it, with her back to me, and took
something--I couldn't tell what it was. She cursed you quietly in a way I can't repeat. Then she
just got still.
Creon: I'll finish off all this death with myself. Ain't there no gun round here?
Messenger 2: All this death is the cause of the curse. The length of the curse is till you fadeaway with age.
Creon: This is me. This is me. It's all on me, I got no surface or substance, so just take me inside.
Choragos: Best to just bear it.
Creon: I don't care how long I live, I'm not leaving this house again. Lord have mercy, I'll stay in
it like a cave, till the sky is ready for me.
Choragos: Don't count on none of that, the way your math has added up.
Creon: I meant that prayer as deep as I could!
Choragos: Then you're prayer's done. The sky ain't hearing you.
Creon: I killed them. The only people I could draw comfort from lay dead, all over these parts.
All this pride and hunger's devoured all I loved in the world. Now that it's done with them, itturns its mouth on me.
(Creon is led into the house and the chorus steps up to speak directly to the audience.)
Chorus: Where there is no listening there is no wisdom.
Where there is no wisdom there is no peace.
Where there is no peace there is no life.
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