Tomorrow is International Women’s Day. I hope you’ve got a big party planned…lots of family and friends doing the cooking for you…what, you do the cooking on your day? That’s a bummer.

So, tonight I give you another installment in my swollen saga of Feminazi. It keeps growing, like a cancer cell, and has taken over my computer, my mind, and a few kilobytes of memory. It seems like there is just too much to add to it; I need to find someone to produce it so I can set it in stone and not keep adding. It needs only another hour to be as long as Angels in America - both parts. Today Feminazi and Woman are trying to get out of a lousy situation, and for once, White Knight doesn’t do the wrong thing trying to do the right thing. And in case you get ready to scream and stomp about a man having to “save” the women, the goal of this work is to retain as much realism as possible about women’s lives (though I am willing to use very anachronistic language for the time period, because, well, just because. I get to determine the structure, because I am the playwright). So here it is: Feminazi Goes to the Bank, for the moment at Movement 12, but possibly shifted in the future as I add more movements. (This is the longest movement in the play, coming in at twice what most of the other movements are).

MOVEMENT 12

FEMINAZI GOES TO THE BANK

SETTING:                  A kitchen, mid-1960s.

AT RISE:        FEMINAZI is on her knees, scrubbing the floor. The mode of her dress suggests she is not well off; in fact, she is not well off enough to own the kitchen she is scrubbing. WOMAN enters, carrying a basket full of jars.

 WOMAN: Feminazi! What are you doing here? I thought you worked over on Maple, for the Reichs.

FEMINAZI: I did…until last week. Mrs. Reich decided her husband was spending too much time staring at my ass. One of us had to go. He pays the bills, so, out the door I went.

WOMAN: I like that. The men can’t keep their eyes to themselves…or their hands…so their wives ditch us. Yeah. Happened to me last year. I lost the best job I ever had because Mr. Starr cornered me by the refrigerator. Mrs. Starr called me every name in the book...and a few I think she made up on the spur of the moment.

FEMINAZI: I’m just glad to get this job. Mr. Knight was very nice when he interviewed me, and I hear good things about working for him. I didn’t know you worked for him.

WOMAN: He just buys my vegetables. I brought preserves today. He especially likes my strawberry jam.

FEMINAZI: Has he ever tried anything with you?

WOMAN: No, but…well, I don’t see him all that often. He gave me a key to the kitchen, so I could deliver whenever it was convenient. I just leave the stuff, and pick up the check. He usually isn’t here when I come.

FEMINAZI: I haven’t seen him much, either. He leaves me alone to do my work. What’s the story with him, anyway?

WOMAN: He’s a widower. He lives here with the two kids, and hires people to help out when he needs. He seems nice to me, but I’ve learned not to trust men mostly.

FEMINAZI: You’re limping again.

WOMAN: I…got caught in a revolving door.

FEMINAZI: Really? You wanta try again?

WOMAN: Really. Why would I lie to my best friend?

FEMINAZI: To protect that beast you’re married to.

WOMAN: He’s…not a…beast. He’s just…very…passionate.

FEMINAZI: Uh huh. Passionate. Like, violent passion that leads to outbreaks of sudden fist swinging and kicking.

WOMAN: Please…don’t…I’m scared.

FEMINAZI: I’m sorry, I don’t mean…look, tell me about it…I promise, I won’t be sarcastic…at least until later.

WOMAN: It’s just…there’s never any money, and there’s always something. The kids need school clothes, the car broke down twice last week, and now I’m having…woman troubles.

FEMINAZI: Woman troubles? Like what?

WOMAN: The doctor says I may need surgery. We can’t afford it. Man has been working night and day just to pay to get the car fixed. Now it’s fixed, and we may have to sell it to pay for my surgery. He’s just…frustrated.

FEMINAZI: Frustrated. Yeah. You’re working night and day, too, and when you get off from your deliveries and your laundry duties and your scrubbing, you have to go home and take care of the kids. What’s he do when he gets home? I’ve seen him…he collapses in that big chair in the living room and waits for you to bring him stuff.

WOMAN: The same as your husband…don’t sound so superior.

FEMINAZI: I didn’t mean to sound superior. I’m sorry. I meant to sound angry. For you. For me. We need a different way.

WOMAN: Different? How?

FEMINAZI: I don’t know. I have a few ideas now and then, but none of them seem to be workable. The problem is, we don’t have any money of our own. We don’t have anywhere to go. And we have the kids.

WOMAN: Yeah. All my money goes straight into the family account. His name is the only one on it. I can’t touch a cent except what he gives me.

FEMINAZI: Me too. I clean three houses a day, six days a week, and the check is made out in his name. I can’t even cash it because I don’t have an account.

WOMAN: The first time I delivered vegetables here, Mr. Knight insisted on making out the check in my name. I thought Man was going to tear up the house, he was so angry.

FEMINAZI: Mr. Knight is different, isn’t he? I bet he never beat his wife.

WOMAN: I had an…idea…last week.

FEMINAZI: Let’s hear it…I’m open to anything.

WOMAN: I thought…if I could open my own business…you know, bottling my jams and selling them in larger quantities…everyone likes them…I might be able to, you know, save a little money. Man doesn’t have any idea how much jam I make, so he wouldn’t know I’m making more money. He ignores women’s work.

FEMINAZI: That’s a great idea. You’re the best jam maker in town…maybe in the state. Yours is much better than those pre-bottled ones.

WOMAN: And I sell it cheaper. And…you…you make better bread than the bakery…better than Wonder…better than anybody. Your bread…my jam…hey, you know what? I bet we could open a little coffee house or something.

FEMINAZI: And all your grandmother’s recipes. We could serve lunch…

WOMAN: Box lunches, too. For the workers. They could order lunch from us, and we could deliver it hot and fresh.

FEMINAZI: We’d need a little place…downtown, of course.

WOMAN: And some equipment…stoves, sinks, tables…yellow curtains.

FEMINAZI: And we’d need to advertise. You know, one of those ads in the paper…Get hot fresh food direct to your door…something like that.

WOMAN: Yeah. I guess that’s that, then. We don’t have money to do that.

FEMINAZI: No, wait. You’ve got me thinking. You know…hey, I’ve got it…we can get a loan.

WOMAN: A loan? I don’t know. I’ve never tried that.

FEMINAZI: One of the banks…First Gargantua, I think…advertises that they make small business loans to entrepreneurs just starting out.

WOMAN: Hey, that’s us!

FEMINAZI: We should do it.

WOMAN: We should definitely do it.

 WHITE KNIGHT enters. FEMINAZI drops back to her knees with guilt. WOMAN busies herself putting away preserves.

WHITE KNIGHT: Well, look at this, both of you here together. I had no idea you were friends.

WOMAN: We live…next door to each other.

FEMINAZI: We watch each other’s kids.

WHITE KNIGHT: Don’t let me interrupt. I just needed a cup of…oh, look, you have the teapot ready for me. You really are efficient, Feminazi.

FEMINAZI: It’s nothing…just…doing my job.

WHITE KNIGHT: And doing it well. So, what were you girls talking about?

WOMAN: Oh, nothing…just…some ideas we had…silly things, you know…girl things.

FEMINAZI: We were talking about…starting a business.

WHITE KNIGHT: Really? What kind of business?

WOMAN: A…sort of…coffee house…café…lunchroom.

WHITE KNIGHT: I think that’s a great idea. Where are you going to put it? What will you call it?

FEMINAZI: We hadn’t gotten that far yet. We were just at the point of talking about a loan.

WHITE KNIGHT: A loan? You need to have the other things in place before you go for the loan.

WOMAN: Like…what things?

WHITE KNIGHT: You’ll need to identify a suitable location…find a building for rent…and then do a budget. Figure out what everything is going to cost. Figure out how much you think you can make each month. They’ll want to know all that before they’ll give you a loan.

WOMAN: A…budget?

WHITE KNIGHT:  And a business plan. It’s imperative. The bank will want to see your business plan.

FEMINAZI: Well, I guess that’s it, then. So much for dreams.

WHITE KNIGHT: Why? No reason to cancel your dream over that. You’ll need a plan someday, right?

WOMAN: But we don’t know how to do that.

WHITE KNIGHT: I’ll help you.

WOMAN: You’d do that?

WHITE KNIGHT: Sit here. Let me get some paper…pencils…oh, and you should each have a cup of tea. This is going to take a while…no, you sit. I’ll bring the tea.

WHITE KNIGHT brings each woman a cup of tea, and they settle with some papers, their heads bent over newspapers and pencils and other business paraphernalia as they create a business plan from scratch. Time passes…music plays, some upbeat 60s pop that captures the euphoric feeling the women are experiencing as they plan to meet their dream. They murmur, unheard, discussing and gesticulating as they plan. They go through several pots of tea, and WHITE KNIGHT brings out cookies. Finally, they stop.

WHITE KNIGHT: There. That is not a complete plan, of course, but it gives you a good idea what you’ll need to start. And it’ll give the bank an idea of whether it will be a sound investment.

WOMAN: Do you think it is?

WHITE KNIGHT: I definitely think it is. You ladies have good heads on your shoulders. You have wonderful ideas, and you know how to make them happen. All you needed was the business know how.

FEMINAZI: I feel…giddy.

WHITE KNIGHT: Good. I think…I think it’s going to be great.

FEMINAZI: Oh, look at the time! I have to finish your floor…I’m gonna be late…I’d better…

FEMINAZI starts to pick up the tea things.

 WHITE KNIGHT: Leave that. The floor looks great already, I can wash a few cups. You better get home. You don’t want to be late getting dinner on the table.

FEMINAZI: No. That wouldn’t be…good.

WOMAN: How can we repay you…for all your help?

WHITE KNIGHT: I want you to promise me something…both of you.

FEMINAZI: If…I can.

WHITE KNIGHT: I want you to promise me…when you get this up and running…you will…move away from the…revolving doors. You two have a very bad history with…revolving doors.

WOMAN: I’ll…try.

FEMINAZI: Me, too. That’s our goal…that’s why we want to start the business.

WHITE KNIGHT: Good. Now, remember all the things I told you when you go to the bank. You’ll be fine.

 Fade. Upbeat 1960s pop as women prepare to go to the bank, putting on their finest Sunday dresses (worn and shabby but clean). Scene changes to the bank. MAN 2 is on the phone.

 MAN 2: Of course, Mr. Reich, of course. We value your business. I’m sure we can find a way to make it happen, and quickly. I’ll work on it personally this weekend, and see if we can have a solution for you by Monday…Yes, Monday morning, of course…Good-bye, Mr. Reich.

 MAN 2 hangs up as WOMAN and FEMINAZI enter. MAN 2 ignores them. They move toward him.

 WOMAN: Excuse me?

MAN 2: Yes? What can I do for you?...oh, of course. Christmas Club. Right over there. One of the tellers will help you.

FEMINAZI: No, sir, it’s not Christmas Club. We want to…we want…we’re here about…a loan.

WOMAN: If it isn’t intruding, of course.

MAN 2: A loan? Well, why didn’t you say so…right here, right here.

FEMINAZI: We’ve brought all the paperwork…our budget…our business plan.

MAN 2: You want a business loan?

WOMAN: A small business loan. Your ad said…you support small businesses from the start.

MAN 2: Yes, of course. That’s one of our specialties, you know. Nurturing small business. Sort of like you gals nurture small people.

FEMINAZI: We plan to start a café.

WOMAN: Downtown. We want to be where people work, so they’ll see us and stop in for lunch.

MAN 2: A grand plan. I always say, dream big, and start small.

FEMINAZI: I like that. It’s like that old joke…you know…the one about eating the elephant?

MAN 2: I’m afraid…no, I don’t think I do. What is that?

WOMAN: How do you eat an elephant?

FEMINAZI: One bite at a time.

MAN 2: Well, jolly. Very jolly. I like a woman with a sense of humor. So, let’s see what sort of elephant you want to eat.

FEMINAZI: We have all the figures here. We’ve found a little building for sale. It already had a café in there once, so there is a lot less we’d have to invest to get started. Most of the equipment is still there.

MAN 2: But if a café has failed there…

WOMAN: It didn’t fail. We checked on that. The owner died, and his kids didn’t want to keep it going. It’s been closed about three months.

FEMINAZI: We were able to find out about what he made every month…that’s here, this page. We’ve looked at his menu, at his business plan, and we think…we were able to improve on it. We’ll do most of the cooking ourselves, so we will be able to make a better profit without raising prices.

WOMAN: And we plan to add a delivery service, so people can call and order what they want and have it delivered right to their office. We think that’ll increase business by about…oh, here it is…about 10%.

FEMINAZI: And we’ve calculated how much we’d have to pay the delivery boy…here…and here is our budget for waiters…we’d have to take out ads in the paper, but we think that, after about the third week, the ad would likely pay for itself in increased business.

MAN 2: You’ve done a lot of work here, ladies. This is…yes, this is impressive.

WOMAN: We did…have a little help. Some things we…weren’t sure of…a friend helped us organize our plan…

MAN 2: That’s a nice sort of friend to have. I hope you treat him well.

WOMAN: How did you know…it was a him?

MAN 2: Seriously, a woman couldn’t possibly come up with a plan like this on her own…not even two women…this is so plainly the work of a man….

FEMINAZI: Why couldn’t a woman come up with this? If she’d had the training, the experience, I mean…

MAN 2: Women just don’t think like this. They are…disorganized. Random. Chaotic. This is solid and serious work here.

FEMINAZI: Disorganized? Have you ever seen the inside of a kitchen? Realized what it takes to keep that so…efficient?

MAN 2: Oh, I’m not disputing the undoubted talents of women…of course not. But a kitchen isn’t a business.

WOMAN: Our business would be mostly kitchen.

MAN 2: Yes, but there are other things…budgets…women are terrible at budgets. You’ll want to hire an accountant, of course.

FEMINAZI: I do my family budget every month. If I left that to my husband…we’d never manage to pay the rent, let alone buy food.

MAN 2: I’m just trying to be straight with you ladies. A household budget and a business budget don’t have anything in common. A business budget can’t be done on random scraps of paper stuck in drawers. It has to meet standards. Everything has to be right. There are legal things, you now.

WOMAN: I’m planning on going to night school. To learn accounting.

FEMINAZI: And I’ve already looked at the Community College. They have several business courses I think I could do.

MAN 2: Well, everything does appear to be in order. You seem committed and dedicated, and it looks like your business plan is solid. I think we might be able to arrange a loan. We’d have to list the business as collateral, of course.

WOMAN: What does that mean?

MAN 2: That means if you don’t pay the loan, we take the business.

WOMAN: Oh!

FEMINAZI: Of course. We expected that.

WOMAN: We did?

MAN 2: So the only thing we need now is your husband’s signatures.

WOMAN: My husband?

MAN 2: Yes. Your husband will need to sign before you can get the loan.

FEMINAZI: That…that isn’t possible…why does he need to sign? It’ll be our business.

MAN 2: I’m sorry, but this bank does not loan money to married women without their husband’s permission.

WOMAN: What if…what if…we can’t get their permission?

FEMINAZI: You mean…we can’t open our own business unless they say it’s okay?

MAN 2: That’s just the way it is. Married women are under the care of their husbands, and since the husband will be responsible for the loan ultimately, we must have their signature.

FEMINAZI: Oh. Well, our husbands aren’t going to be responsible for the loan. We’ll sign a paper stating that we are fully responsible.

MAN 2: We must have the head of the household…the bread winner.”

FEMINAZI: I earn as much bread as he does. I scrub floors on my knees every day of the week, and we wouldn’t have any bread if I didn’t.

WOMAN: I work as many hours…more…my husband…he’s a good man, I mean, but…he can’t do it alone.

MAN 2: I’m sure he appreciates the little things you do, and he’ll be happy to have you making more money with this business. So, just take this paper home, and bring it back to me signed. Then we’ll be able to disperse funds for a loan.

 MAN 2 waves them away; he is a busy man, and must return to his work. WOMAN and FEMINAZI move toward the exit. Slow, despairing 60s blues music plays.

 WOMAN: What are we going to do? I can’t have Man sign this.

FEMINAZI: That would ruin everything. I guess…I guess…we’re stuck.  Forever.

WOMAN: Forever. That’s a long time.

FEMINAZI: Longer today than it was yesterday.

 Fade as blues music comes up. Back up on kitchen. FEMINAZI is back on her knees scrubbing. WHITE KNIGHT enters, gets a cup of tea.

 WHITE KNIGHT: Good afternoon, Feminazi.

FEMINAZI: Hello.

WHITE KNIGHT: What’s the matter? You look…I don’t know, upset.

FEMINAZI: Our loan was denied.

WHITE KNIGHT: Seriously? But…it was such a good risk from the numbers. I was sure you’d get it.

FEMINAZI: Oh, he was willing to give us the loan…but only if our husbands said he could.

WHITE KNIGHT: Your husbands? What does this have to do with them?

FEMINAZI: They don’t loan money to married women unless their husband says yes.

WHITE KNIGHT: What is this, the Dark Ages? You women work as hard as your husband…harder, I imagine. And you’re responsible adults.

FEMINAZI: He said we are disorganized. Chaotic.

WHITE KNIGHT: He’s seriously deranged. We’ll go to another bank.

FEMINAZI: We already did. We went to four banks. They all said the same thing. Great business plan. Great idea. Great budget. Bring in your husbands, and we’ll talk. No husband…no money.

WHITE KNIGHT: That’s…I can’t believe…this is so…I thought this was the 20th century.

FEMINAZI: 1965. I can vote. I can work. I can’t get a loan. I mean, I could understand it if they said we were too poor, or that the plan was bad, but they liked the plan. They said it was a good investment. One of them went on to say that we were not a good investment.

 MAN 1 bursts in, dragging WOMAN.

 MAN 1: Are you Mr. Knight?

WHITE KNIGHT: I am. And you are?

MAN 1: I am the man you have cuckolded.

WHITE KNIGHT: I have done nothing of the sort! Your wife sells me her vegetables, not herself.

MAN 1: Not that…oh, no, she wouldn’t dare…no, you have taken my masculinity away by telling my wife…my wife…that she could run her own business. What sort of stupid ignoramus are you? A woman running a business? A woman having her own money?

WHITE KNIGHT: I didn’t tell your wife that, she realized it on her own. I merely answered a few questions to help her get started.

WOMAN: I’m sorry, Feminazi, he found the paperwork. I thought I’d hidden it better….he called…he called…your husband.

FEMINAZI: It’s not your fault.

WOMAN: Please…don’t go home tonight. Please….promise me…

MAN 1: You shut up. You’ve caused enough trouble already. This is between Feminazi and her husband. He has a right to be angry.

WHITE KNIGHT: Get your hands off that woman.

MAN 1: Yeah? Who’s gonna make me? You?

WHITE KNIGHT: Yes. And the police.

WOMAN: No! Please…don’t…

WHITE KNIGHT: Do you want him to keep hitting you?

WOMAN: No…but…I…I don’t have anywhere to go.

FEMINAZI: We’re both…I…damn it, I’m sick of it. You let her go, or I’ll call the police.

MAN 1: What is this? Little mouse wife gonna play big marine now?

FEMINAZI: Mr. Knight, I…I…think we’d better…I think I’d better…resign. Find another…job…somewhere…in another city….

WHITE KNIGHT: I can’t let him do this…

FEMINAZI: How can you stop him? He’s her husband.

MAN 1: She belongs to me, and you’re trying to take her away. I won’t let her go. I love her, and I need her.

WOMAN: You…love me?

WHITE KNIGHT: Don’t listen. He’s trying to play with your feelings.

MAN 1: Honestly, Woman, I love you. I can’t live without you. I…you know I need you. We’ve been together since eighth grade, right?

FEMINAZI: No!

 Everyone jerks to look at FEMINAZI.

 FEMINAZI: No. Stop. Stop it! That’s just what my husband said the last time he broke my arm….and the time before that, when he broke my ribs….and the time before that…you always say that…all of you. Beat the crap out of us, then tell us you love us? What kind of…of…of …shit is that, anyway? You don’t beat up someone you love! You don’t send them out the next morning with a broken arm or broken ribs or a limp to clean someone else’s floors. You don’t make them have sex with you when they’re too tired to do anything but lie there. You don’t make them cook your dinner when they’ve worked as hard as you have, and not even help with the dishes. That isn’t love! No! It’s…it’s…it’s….

WHITE KNIGHT: Need.

FEMINAZI: Yes! Need. But not the need you say. Not the need of someone you long to be with, someone you respect, you trust, you love. It’s the need of someone who does stuff for you, and doesn’t ask for anything in return. And…and…and…I’m not going to do it anymore.

WOMAN: Feminazi! What are you…shut up, you’ll get us in trouble…please…be careful….

FEMINAZI: I’m tired of being careful. I’m tired of playing possum hoping I won’t be hit. I’m tired of going to bed at night hoping my husband is too drunk to want me. I’m tired…just…tired. And I can’t do it anymore. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

MAN 1: See? This is what happens when we let our wives work for men like you, men who try to convince them they’re smart and capable because you want what we have, but you haven’t got the balls to grab it…you…you…you did this.

 MAN 1 releases WOMAN and grabs WHITE KNIGHT. WHITE KNIGHT struggles with him. They fight. WHITE KNIGHT wins.

 WHITE KNIGHT: Get out of here.

MAN 1: Come, Woman.

WHITE KNIGHT: No. She stays here.

WOMAN: I…can’t.

WHITE KNIGHT: What? You want to go with him?

WOMAN: No. But…I don’t want…I can’t…we can’t…stay here.

WHITE KNIGHT: Did you think….oh, no, I wasn’t suggesting…no, I just mean, he leaves without you. We find somewhere for you to stay until the two of you can find a place of your own.

FEMINAZI: That’s very nice of you, but we can’t pay for a place. We don’t make enough to survive.

WHITE KNIGHT: Let’s get him out first, then we’ll talk, okay?

MAN 1: I’m not leaving without my wife.

FEMINAZI: You’re not taking her with you.

MAN 1: Are you gonna stop me?

FEMINAZI: Looks to me like there’s three against one…and he’s already kicked your ass once.

MAN 1: Woman, come.

FEMINAZI: You go. If she decides she wants to come back, I’ll bring her.

MAN 1: I don’t think…

WHITE KNIGHT: Clearly.

FEMINAZI: Just get out of here…I don’t want to call the police, because she doesn’t want me to, but I will, if you don’t leave.

WHITE KNIGHT: Trespassing added to wife beating…could be serious.

WOMAN: I…no, I should…

MAN 1: You want to go with me, don’t you, Woman?

WOMAN: No. I don’t. I think…I think I don’t like you anymore.

MAN 1 starts to say something, changes his mind. Exits.

 WHITE KNIGHT: Now we’ve got to help you two find somewhere to stay.

FEMINAZI: You’ve been too kind already. We’ll find something.

WOMAN: We can sleep in the bus station.

WHITE KNIGHT: You can’t do that!

FEMINAZI: Why not? We’ve done it before.

WHITE KNIGHT: In the bus station?

WOMAN: They have benches. It’s not great, but it’s dry and warm enough. When your husband locks you out, where else can you go?

WHITE KNIGHT: I had no idea. I knew some women faced terrible challenges, but…you’ve both been right here, in and out of my home, and I had no idea….

FEMINAZI: You thought it was really revolving doors?

WHITE KNIGHT: No, not that…it’s the other stuff…the forced sex. The locking you out of the house. The…I don’t know, everything. I guess it’s easy to miss what you’re not looking for, but God. I should have known.

WOMAN: Well, come on, Feminazi. We’re gonna be without our stuff tonight. You can’t go home.

WHITE KNIGHT: Wait.

FEMINAZI: For what? We can’t stay here.

WHITE KNIGHT: You can stay…with my mother. She’d love to have you.

FEMINAZI: I’m sorry. We can’t.

WOMAN: We’ll do this on our own. We don’t take charity.

WHITE KNIGHT: Would you take a loan? So you can get a room?

WOMAN: We can’t. We have no way to pay back a loan. I’m sorry, I know you tried to help. We should have…

FEMINAZI: No, we shouldn’t have.

WOMAN: What?

FEMINAZI: We did the right thing. Even if it turned out wrong. We’ll figure something out, we’ll survive, even if rougher than before, but we did the right thing. If we hadn’t, we wouldn’t respect ourselves. We’d always have wondered…what if we’d tried? Now we know…we can do it. They just won’t let us.

WOMAN: I wish that made me feel better.

WHITE KNIGHT: It should. You are two strong, intelligent women who have what it takes to make it, if people would stop telling you no. And I think I’ve got the solution.

FEMINAZI: I do hope you’ll share it with us…sorry, I didn’t mean to be sarcastic. It’s just…

WHITE KNIGHT: No apology necessary. I have the solution. I am going to make an investment…I am going to co-sign your loan.

WOMAN: But…you’re not our husbands.

WHITE KNIGHT: Right. I’m going to be your partner.

FEMINAZI: Our partner?

WHITE KNIGHT: Silent partner. Only speak if you need something. My name will be on the paperwork…after yours…until you get your feet on the ground. Then I sell out to you for…for…a dollar…and the business is totally yours.

WOMAN: You’d do that for us?

WHITE KNIGHT: For you…and for me. If I didn’t, my wife would come back and haunt me…she was beautiful, strong, smart….and she’d have been at that bank knocking heads together already. Come on, ladies, let’s go get some money.

FEMINAZI: Not ladies…partners.

WHITE KNIGHT: Come on, partners. We’re off to the bank.

 Optimistic 60s pop music. Lights fade over MAN 2 handing a check to WHITE KNIGHT. He shakes his head, and MAN 2 hands it to FEMINAZI, who holds it out to WOMAN. They hold it together…their dream in their hands.

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