49.
The door opens and she sees Peter’s boots through the space
in the racks. Peter walks over, sits in a chair on the
opposite wall. Slumps down.
They stare at each other a beat.
PETER
We’ve got problems, haven’t we?
Catherine does not respond.
PETER (CONT'D)
You are the only person who has not
loved me. It is inconceivable to me
and says nothing good about you.
CATHERINE
If you had treated me with an ounce
of kindness I was ready with a
heart full of love.
PETER
Um... You look really pretty.
CATHERINE
My heart is breaking. I miss home.
I am lonely for family, friends,
fun ideas, strawberries.
PETER
And I need my cock sucked.
CATHERINE
What?
PETER
Well, we’re sharing, right? Our
needs.
CATHERINE
Let me go home, please.
PETER
Not going to happen. Strawberries
I’ll work on. Friends, the women at
court.
CATHERINE
Gossiping morons obsessed with the
next affair or dalliance.
50.
PETER
You’re so judgemental. You might
want to look at that. You know your
problem? You have no idea how lucky
you are. There are soldiers dying.
CATHERINE
Because of you.
PETER
Serfs beaten daily.
CATHERINE
You could stop that!
She gets up and goes to him.
CATHERINE (CONT'D)
If you would just read these books
with me. These ideas that are
sweeping Europe! Justice, humanity,
every man a valued soul. We could
rule Russia in a different manner-
PETER
I rule! You serve!
Is it that difficult to
understand?! What happened to that
happy little girl who gave me a
twig?
CATHERINE
She died.
PETER
Seems overly dramatic.
I am mostly kind to you. Do I beat
you?
CATHERINE
I suffer the blows of your disdain
daily.
PETER
But it’s not the same as actual
blows is it?
CATHERINE
I -
51.
PETER
Don’t know?
He stands and hits her hard in the stomach.
PETER (CONT’D)
Compare and get back to me.
Catherine drops to the floor and sucks in breath.
Peter goes and stands by the fireplace. He stares up at the
portrait of his parents standing with eighteen dogs.
PETER (CONT’D)
Mother and father never acted like
this. My mother was a saint. I’m
glad she’s not alive to see this.
Not that I’m glad she’s dead. I’m
not. Never. Sometimes... Once.
Catherine, recovered, is still on the ground. She stares at
him with sheer hate.
PETER (CONT'D)
Don’t look at me like that. You’re
a disappointment to me too. Still,
there must be pleasure between a
man and wife.
He starts to unbutton his pants.
CATHERINE
No.
PETER
I don’t need a wife with a
poisonous mouth and a dry cunny. I
will shut you up at my pleasure and
you will be happy. You will die
here in content old age having
given me hours of pleasure and
service and many heirs. Boys
preferable.
Beat. Catherine makes no moves.
PETER (CONT’D)
You will come here or I will come
there.
I do have a temper and some rage.
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