ACT II, SCENE FOUR

In voice-over, we hear TerrenceTerry reading from the revised final chapter of Love Slave. As wedissolve from the theater of the previous scene, we continue to hear theambient sounds of the rehearsal: carpenters hammering scenery together,tap dancing, machine-gun fire, the dying screams of sailors burnedalive, and Lillian Hellman. However, thesenoises fade as once more we see the soft-focus interior of Miss Kathie’sboudoir. We see Webster Carlton Westward III,shot from the waist up, his naked torso shining with sweat, as he liftsone hand to his nose, the fingers dripping wet, and inhales deeply,closing his eyes. His hands drop down, out of the shot, then rise, eachhand gripping a slender ankle. Lifting the two feet to shoulder height,he holds them wide apart. Webb’s hips buck forward, then pull back,drive forward and pull back, while the voice-over reads, “ ‘… On thefinal day of Katherine Kenton’s life, Ioh-so-gently nudged the prow of my aching love stick against the knottedfolds of her forbidden passageway.…’ ”

Once again, the man and woman copulating areidealized versions of Webb and Miss Kathie, seen through heavy filters,their movements in slow motion, fluid, possibly even blurring.

Terry’s voice continues reading, “ ‘Thepungent aroma of her most corporeal orifice drenched my senses. Myever-mounting admiration and professional respect boiling for release, Ithrust deeper into the fragile, soiled petals of her fecund rose.…’ ”

In the year preceding the FrenchRevolution, according to Terrence Terry,the antiroyalists sought to undermine public respect for Louis XVI and his queen, MarieAntoinette, by publishing drawings which depicted the monarchsengaged in degenerate sexual behavior. These cartoons, printed in Switzerland and Germanyand smuggled into France, accused the queen ofcopulating with hordes of dogs, servants, clergymen. Before thestorming of the Place de la Bastille, beforethe national razor and Jean-PaulMarat, these crude line drawings infiltrated citizens’ hearts asthe vanguard for rebellion. Comic propaganda. Obscene little sketchesand dirty stories marched as advance men, eroding respect, smoothing thepath for the bloody massacre to come.

That’s why the Webster specimen had writtensuch filth.

Continuing to read from the final chapter of Love Slave, thevoice-over of Terrence Terry says, “ ‘Plungingmy steely manhood, sounding the noble depths of Katherine’s succulenthindquarters, I couldn’t help but experience every one of hermagnificent performances. Moaning and slobbering beneath me, here was Eleanor of Aquitaine. Squealing and clenching, herewas Edna St. Vincent Millay. Her diminutivewaist gripped between my insatiable, beastly paws, ZeldaFitzgerald tossed her head, howling with every breath.…’ ”

In soft focus, the younger, idealized loversloll, tangled in gauzy sheets. The voice of Terry reads, “ ‘The lovelythighs which gripped my tuberous lust had trodden the boards at Carnegie Hall. The LondonPalladium. The luxuriant flesh which rocked below me insynchronized bliss, the delicious symphony of our mutual devouring ofeach other, this delicate flower grunting at the brutal onslaught of myplunging invasion, she was Helen of Troy. Rebecca ofSunnybrook Farm. Mary Queen of Scots …’ ”

Chirp, cluck, bark …Lady Macbeth. Growl, bray, tweet… Mary Todd Lincoln.

“ ‘Abandoning the sodden glory of herpuckered shelter,’ ” Terry continues reading, “ ‘I spewed my steamingtribute, gush upon jetting gush, the pearlescent globules of myadoration and profound admiration spattering Katherine’s unutterablybeautiful visage.…’ ”

The idealized lovers immediately vacate thebed and begin to dress. They towel off. Without speaking, Miss Kathieapplies lipstick. The specimen shines his shoes, buffing them with ahorsehair brush. In separate mirrors, each inspects their own teeth,checks their profile, snarls and uses a fingernail to pick a stray hairfrom within their respective cheeks. All of this physical businessconducted in dreamy slow motion.

Terry’s voice continues to read, “ ‘Perhapsit was Katherine’s primal nature which lured her to her doom. Inretrospect, she felt at ease only among a wider variety of sentientbeings, and this impulse once more prompted us to venture into societywith the ravenous, imprisoned residents of the CentralPark Zoo.…’ ”

The two lovers stroll, leaving the townhouse, walking west toward Fifth Avenue.Sunlight streams down from a clear blue sky. Songbirds twitter a brightchorus, and dazzling geraniums bloom, red and pink, in window boxes.Liveried doorman tip their hats, their gold braid flashing, as MissKathie passes. The idealized Miss Kathie, her face smooth, her feetgliding, almost floats along the sidewalk.

“ ‘To Katherine,’ ” continues the voice-over,“ ‘perhaps life itself occurred as a sort of prison she felt compelledto escape. A film star must feel akin to the beasts on display in anyzoo.…’ ”

In a tracking shot, we see the lovers wanderdown a path, wending their way into the park, past the pond filled withsea lions. Beside the colony of emperor penguins, the idealized Websterwaddles, heels together, to mimic the comic seabirds. The idealized MissKathie laughs, revealing her brilliant teeth and arching her willowy,slender throat. Suddenly, impulsively, she dashes ahead, out of theshot.

“ ‘Among the last endearments Katherineoffered me, she confided that I was in possession of the most gifted,skilled male equipment that had ever existed in all recorded humanhistory, ever.…’ ” The voice-over says, “ ‘Raspberries to thosegrouches who had branded her box-office poison…’ ”

As Miss Kathie slowly sprints along the path,her movie-star hair streaming in the air, we hear the voice of Terrence Terry read, “ ‘I bounded in pursuit of mysplendid beloved, declaring my devotion in a breathless publicproclamation. In that instant of greatest joy, I threw open my arms inorder to capture and embrace all the women she had been, Cinderella and Harriet Tubman and Mary Cassatt.…’ ”

In soft-focus slow motion, the idealized Webbruns, his arms outstretched. As he reaches Miss Kathie, she tumblesbackward, falling out of the shot.

In real time, we see the flash of pointedteeth. We hear guttural roars and hear bones breaking. A scream ringsout.

“ ‘At that instant,’ ” the voice-over reads, “‘my everything, my reason for living, the idol of millions, Katherine Kenton, loses her footing and plummetsinto the grizzly bear enclosure.…’ ”

Still reading from Love Slave, the voice of TerrenceTerry says, “ ‘The end.’ ”