EC话剧演出日程、演职人员、剧本（中英文版）

庞喜恶crab · 发表于 2003-1-15 01:08:44

演出时间：2003年1月20日星期一晚7：30
 演出地点：聚吧（位置请参照聚吧版）
 演职人员：
 Director:自诩悠人
 Teenage Girl ---Flood（洪水）
 Twin One---Jean(就在今天）
 Twin Two---Lily（怿晴）
 Surgeon---Nick
 Doctor--Crab(庞喜恶）
 Mother--Ruby(一阳）
 Father---Franc(阿奔）
 灯光--Tina
 场务--怿晴她男朋友
 
 英文剧本：（因排练需要，有添加或删改，按当时演出为标准）
 THE OTHER HALF
 
 A Play in One Act by Scott C. Sickles
 FIRST DRAFT Copyright ?1993 by Scott C. Sickles 75 Chapel Drive Pittsburgh, PA 15237
 Home: (412) 366-3239 VOX: (412) 734-8951
 Cast of Characters
 TEENAGE GIRL:
 SURGEON:
 TWIN ONE:
 TWIN TWO:
 DOCTOR:
 MOTHER:
 FATHER:
 Scene
 In the hearts, minds and souls of those involved.
 Time
 When things that shouldn't happen, do.
 ACT I
 Scene 1
 SETTING: Up stage right is a full length standing mirror. Center stage left is a bench, porch swing, or sofa. (Not a love seat.) Up stage center is a stand with a tray displaying a scalpel and different surgical instruments.
 AT RISE: Lights up on the mirror up stage right. TEENAGE GIRL enters from the shadows. She is still in the early stages of puberty. She examines her reflection from a small distance. Her expression is somber. Looking directly in the mirror, she opens her blouse. She has a very prominent scar on her chest, over her sternum. Still looking in the mirror, she traces the scar with her finger. She approaches the mirror and stands before it. She tries tracing the scar on the reflection, but of course cannot. She stares into the eyes of the reflection and tries touching its face, again in vain. She grabs hold of the mirror's sides, closes her eyes, and slowly draws herself to the mirror, pressing her scar to it first. She hesitates against the cold surface, but eventually embraces the mirror so that her reflection seems to be trying to embrace her in return, even though they are separated by an invisible partician. Lights fade to half or one third on the TEENAGE GIRL and rise to full on the tray of surgical instruments up stage center. The SURGEON enters and crosses to the instruments. He wears surgical scrubs, but no gloves, cap or mask.
 SURGEON
 They were brought to me. I don't wish to ponder why this assignment became mine. At the same time, I can't believe that it happened to me because of hospital schedules and professional referrals. There seems to be a lesson here. Yet, I don't know what that lesson could possibly be. Two female human neonates; joined together at the chest; sharing one heart. Two baby girls. It is my job, my duty, part of my chosen profession, to separate these baby girls, two tiny souls sharing one tiny heart; my job to separate them forever. There is always some risk in the separation of Siamese twins. There is always the risk that one or both might die in the separation. In this case, there is no such risk. One of these human, female
 neonates; one of these little girls, will die. No risk. No uncertainty. No fate-defying hope. The only risk is the other might live.
 (TWIN GIRLS, of any age, each dressed in pink blankets or robes, enter. They hold hands, embrace, or are otherwise somehow connected to each other.)
 SURGEON
 Cups can be half empty or half full, or so I'm told by bumper sticker quoting conscience counselors who go out of their way to be the emotional equivalent of Tylenol to those who endure problems and encounter situations they cannot possibly understand.
 ONE
 When I grow up,
 TWO
 I want to be.
 SURGEON
 To them, I say, "I have half a cup."
 ONE
 I want to see autumn light.
 TWO
 I want to smell chocolate chip cookies.
 SURGEON
 I know both statements are equally true.
 ONE
 I want to taste the ocean.
 TWO
 I want to listen to Mozart and find out what the big deal is.
 SURGEON
 I know I'm saving a life. At least, I know I'm trying to.
 ONE
 I want to slap someone's face.
 TWO
 I want a hug.
 SURGEON
 I also know, once I make my decision, once I discover which of my Siamese dolls is more medically viable, once I finish gearing up and I lower that scalpel, I know I am taking a life as well.
 ONE
 I'm going to skin my knees on a playground.
 TWO
 I'm going to kiss boys and run away.
 SURGEON
 And in this half of the cup, I know I will succeed. The infant separated obviously cannot survive without her heart.
 ONE
 I'm going to read trashy romance novels and Playgirl magazine.
 TWO
 I'm going to play with myself in my secret hiding place.
 SURGEON
 She must give it up, unwillingly, to her carbon copy playmate, as if it were some toy.
 ONE
 I'm going to lose my virginity in the back seat of a Yugo.
 TWO
 I'm going to marry the first man I fall in love with, get my heart broken, take him for all he's worth, live abroad in Europe, and marry him again.
 SURGEON
 But, there are no other toys for her to play with.
 ONE
 I'm going to get seriously injured in a motorcycle accident.
 TWO
 I'm going to walk down the street on a hot summer day and stop dead in a cool breeze.
 SURGEON
 And in doing this - in this potentially life saving, positively life ending, exercise in medical miracle working, in the never ending war against genetic improbability - no one is guaranteed a working heart.
 ONE
 I'm going to sneak into different movies at multiplexes. TWO
 I'm going to close my eyes.
 SURGEON
 Not the surviving baby.
 ONE
 I'm going to call people bad names and cry when they hit me.
 TWO
 I'm going to eat out of garbage cans.
 SURGEON
 Not me. I think I'm afraid.
 ONE
 I'm going to be the eighth woman killed in combat.
 TWO
 I'm going to wonder who my rapist is for the rest of my life and never know if he's even in the same room as me.
 SURGEON
 I'm afraid of balance.
 ONE
 I'm going to be a suicidal, heroin addicted, vaginally nondiscriminating, bingeing-and-purging, gun fucking, non-bathing, ex-Episcopalian, publicly naked, anti-establishment, folk singer on
 VH-1.
 TWO
 I'm going to buy too many hats and not nearly enough shoes.
 SURGEON
 As a physician, I see the human body countering and counter-countering itself constantly.
 ONE
 I'll work as a temp and seduce my bosses.
 TWO
 I'll be very confused of the resurgence of public interest and popularity of the hula hoop.
 SURGEON
 Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
 ONE
 I am going to despise performance art.
 TWO
 I'm going to be a patrol on my school bus.
 SURGEON
 When anorexic bodies can no longer support prenatal life, they stop menstruating.
 ONE
 Boys will humiliate me at summer camp.
 TWO
 I'll blow someone's head off, because they cut me off in traffic.
 SURGEON
 They become sterile.
 ONE
 I'll be a battered wife and a feminist.
 TWO
 When I'm old and alone, I'll shatter stereotypes and live in a huge dusty house at the edge of a neighborhood, only instead of cats I'll have a house full of multi-colored wombats.
 SURGEON
 When I take this heart away from this human female neonate, this baby with her eyes so blue, when I close those eyes forever, how will I see the world?
 ONE
 I'll get enthused over the way my babies spit up.
 TWO
 I'll destroy world governments by saying I slept with their leaders.
 SURGEON
 And will I give up my heart to her for taking hers away?
 ONE
 I'll thank God for standard anti-lock breaks and passenger side airbags.
 TWO
 My second abortion will have complications, but my third one will be fine.
 SURGEON
 Can I survive without one?
 ONE
 I'll love a man who has no social skill or literary integrity, but who does have an exceptionally cute ass from very, very far away.
 TWO
 I'll hate my parents.
 SURGEON
 Will I be able to live with one?
 ONE
 I'll take friends to dinner.
 TWO
 I'll moonlight on a crisis hot line.
 SURGEON
 Will I be able to watch as the tiny body is put away in the tiniest of zippered bags as though she were some segregated tumor tossed into a kidney dish?
 ONE
 I'll watch reruns of Hello, Larry and Different Strokes, but will tell no one.
 TWO
 I'll betray the people who love me.
 SURGEON
 And what if I am?
 ONE
 I'll love Mexican food, but it won't love me.
 TWO
 I'll latch onto the first finger that brushes against my palm.
 SURGEON
 What if I don't flinch?
 ONE
 I'll enjoy someone behind me kissing my neck.
 TWO
 I will revel in no bake cheesecake.
 SURGEON
 What if I turn back to the other baby, the other human female neonate, and close her up?
 ONE
 I won't be able to get rid of the guy who, at a very blurrily remembered fraternity party, thought he formed a serious bond with me because he held my hair while I threw up.
 TWO
 I will become obsessed with air fresheners.
 SURGEON
 I can't afford to give the lost one, laying in her zippered cradle, the tiny moment of silence, the sliver of time and respect smaller even than the width her of neonatal fingernails, the sigh and salute that she deserves.
 ONE
 I'll cry at weddings and eat at funerals.
 TWO
 I'll know we love each other, but I won't know why we can't say so.
 SURGEON
 So, I won't.
 ONE
 I'll hate Smurfs.
 TWO
 I'll never get even with the bigger kids who stole my lunch money and locked my in my locker.
 SURGEON
 I am emancipated from the slavery of ceremony.
 ONE
 I'll need more space so my aura can grow prosperously in a stable environment.
 TWO
 I'll help my closest friend bury the bodies.
 SURGEON
 What if I don't mind?
 ONE
 I'll ride my favorite roller coaster until the park closes.
 TWO
 I'll see Jurassic Park another time.
 SURGEON
 What if I don't notice?
 ONE
 I'll wonder what's missing.
 TWO
 I'll wonder why it's gone?
 SURGEON
 What do I do when I'm done? (Lights go to half on the TWINS. A DOCTOR in an expensive suit and glaringly bright, white lab coat, enters and crosses to the SURGEON.)
 DOCTOR
 Quit your whining.
 SURGEON
 I'm not whining.
 DOCTOR
 Are you skilled? Are you rich? Do you belong to country clubs and play golf or some such bourgeois sport?
 SURGEON
 On occasion.
 DOCTOR
 You are an expert. You've separated twins before. Sure, most of them survived, but not all of them. Correct?
 SURGEON
 Correct.
 DOCTOR
 So, what's the problem? It's not as though you'll really look at the sacrificed child as a hunk of excess tissue. Will you?
 SURGEON
 No. I don't think so.
 DOCTOR
 Neither do I. I admit, it's not a comfortable position to be in. Doctors are chastised for playing God, for challenging God, for confusing themselves with God. Well, it looks to me like God was
 rather indecisive himself when he did this.
 SURGEON
 I thought we weren't supposed to believe in God.
 DOCTOR
 We believe in ourselves. It's the same thing, isn't it?
 SURGEON
 Is it?
 DOCTOR
 Come on. You'll do the best you can with what you have to work with. It's a win-lose situation, sure. But after it's over, it's out of your hands. You did your best. You aren't perfect.
 SURGEON
 Will I still have my soul?
 DOCTOR
 Who says you have one now? Grow up. Do your job. Smile for the cameras. Save the day and be forgotten about.
 SURGEON
 But, I won't forget. Okay, okay, what if you're right. What if I think I'm okay. How long will it last? When will I realize that it's not okay That I'm not okay? During an operation? Driving on the freeway? Someday, far from now, when I finally have a moment alone? When will I recognize that I've been living in pieces?
 DOCTOR
 Why are you asking me? What? You want to let them both die or can you save the one?
 SURGEON
 And if she does live, then what? Will some fourteen year old girl come to see me in my office, long after I've forgotten all about killing her sister? What will she say to me?
 DOCTOR
 Not that this would ever happen, but: she'd probably say "Thank you for saving me." Would you just calm down. You're no good to anybody like this. (Lights go to half on the DOCTOR and SURGEON and come up full on the center stage left seats, on which sit the MOTHER AND FATHER.)
 MOTHER
 I don't know what to do with her.
 FATHER
 She is a difficult child.
 MOTHER
 Maybe we shouldn't have told her.
 FATHER
 How could we avoid it? The doctors, the media, they all check up on
 her. She sort of famous.
 MOTHER
 I hate cameras. And the way she just... withdraws. Why does she do that? And when she's not trapped inside herself, she's causing trouble for everyone else.
 FATHER
 Did the school call again?
 MOTHER
 No, thank God. Just one of the neighbors. It wasn't terrible. She just wandered into the street and was almost hit by a car. When the car stopped, she started screaming at the driver; hitting the hood. It's as if she were sorry the car hadn't run her down.
 FATHER
 Maybe she was.
 MOTHER
 Don't say things like that. Did you ever wonder... (Looks around for her daughter. Whispers

Did you ever wonder what it would have been like... if they saved her sister, instead?
 FATHER
 Don't say things like that.
 MOTHER
 Did you?
 FATHER
 Yes. Sometimes. But, that doesn't mean I don't love her.
 MOTHER
 Of course, it doesn't. That's not what I'm saying. Actually, I can't imagine it being much different. I just wish there was something we could do. I try to understand her. I try to put myself in her shoes. But, I've never shared my heart with anyone else. At least not like
 that. (Lights come up full on everyone.)
 DOCTOR
 Let's go to work.
 (The DOCTOR assists the SURGEON in dressing for the operation. The SURGEON appears dazed and does not resist the assistance. THE DOCTOR helps with the cap. The PARENTS rise and exit on opposite sides of the seats and the stage. Lights fade on the seats. The DOCTOR helps with the left glove as the lights go to half on the TWINS. The DOCTOR helps
 with the right glove as one of the TWINS lets go and exits, the other watching and extending her arms beckoning for her sister's return. She stands there frozen in shadow. The DOCTOR puts the surgical mask on the SURGEON. The TEENAGE GIRL opens her eyes. The DOCTOR places the scalpel in the Surgeon's hand. The SURGEON holds up the scalpel. The
 TEENAGE GIRL looks toward the two physicians. The DOCTOR returns her gaze and places a finger to his lips as if to silence her. He turns away from her to the SURGEON. He tenderly wraps his hand around the Surgeon's hand which hold the scalpel. He begins lowering the hand with the scalpel as the lights fade.
 THE END
 
 
 中文译本（因时间缘故，最后300字左右没有翻，无伤大雅，见谅）
 另外一半
 作者：斯哥特・斯科勒斯紫虚悠人（万之逸）译2003/01/09
 人物：少女、外科医生、双胞胎一、双胞胎二、医生、母亲、父亲。
 情景：
 在人的心里，理智和灵魂浑然一体。
 时间：
 本不该发生这些事情的时候，恰恰发生了。
 第一场
 第一幕
 背景：舞台上方竖着一面镜子，舞台中间偏左是走廊，放着一张长凳、悬着一架秋千或沙发（但不是一个很舒适的座椅）。舞台中间是手术台，台上放着一个盛有一把手术刀和各种各样的手术器械的手术托盘。
 幕布升起。灯光照在舞台右方的镜子上。少女从阴影中走进来。她依然处于青春期的初级阶段。她从远处仔细观察镜子里的自己的影子。她看起来很忧郁。她直视着镜子，解开衬衫。在她的胸部胸骨上方，有一个很明显的伤疤。她目不转睛地望着镜子，用手指缓缓地抚摸着伤痕。她走近镜子站在它的面前。她试着抚摸镜子里的影子上的伤疤，当然她摸不到。她凝视着影子的眼睛，试着触摸它的脸，当然还是不行。她使劲抓住镜子闭上眼，慢慢地在镜子上画着自己。她紧紧地贴着冰冷的镜子，最后紧紧地抱着镜子，那样可以让她觉得她的影子也在努力拥抱她，虽然看起来她们是分开的。灯光慢慢地从少女身上挪开照在舞台中间的手术台上。外科医生走进来走到手术器械前。他穿着手术服、但没带手套、帽子河口照。
 
 少女：你瞧！亲爱的双胞胎姐姐，我从没有忘记你。我身上胸谷上方的伤疤总让我想起你来。我知道你从来没有离开过我。你的思想、你的灵魂、你的心甚至你的皮肤都在我的身上与我一起成长。我想念你，就像想念自己一样。你现在在哪里？还在我旁边吗？在我体内？抚摸着我？和我在一起吗？我永远也忘不了以前医生给我们做分离手术的那一刻。你知道，从我们出生那一刻起，我们从未彼此分开。但是那天…..
 外科医生：他们把她俩带到我这儿来。我不想去琢磨这怎么会变成我的任务。而我也也不相信就是因为医院的时间表和专业的关系恰好轮到我来做这件事。这似乎是一个教训。然而我不知道这个教训会是什么样子。两个连体女婴，胸部连在一起，共用一个心脏。两个小小的女孩。将这两个小女孩、共用一个微弱心脏的两个脆弱的灵魂分离开来是我的工作、我的任务、我所选择的专业的一部分。我要将她们永远分开。在分离连体婴的过程中总是会有一些危险因素的，而也总会有一个或这两个都死亡的可能性。但这次，没有这样的冒险。这两个人、这两个连体女婴，两个小女孩中的一个会死去。没有危险。没有与命运抗争的希望。唯一的危险就是另外一个可能存活。
 （两个不知年龄的双胞胎女孩裹着粉红色的毛毯走进来，她们手拉着手，互相拥抱着，或者以其他方式连在一起。）
 外科医生：茶杯可以半满半空。汽车保险杆上的招贴告诉我引用的那些变得在情感上与泰勒龙一样可能不明白他们所忍受的问题所遭遇的情景的良心顾问的话。
 女一：等我长大了….
 女二：我想成为….
 外科医生：对于她们，我说：“我有半杯。”
 女一：我想去看秋光。
 女二：我想闻巧克力饼干片的气味。
 外科医生：我知道这两种呈述都是真的。
 女一：我想尝尝海洋的味道。
 女二：我要去听莫扎特的音乐并找出其中的奥妙。
 外科医生：我知道我正在挽救一个生命。我知道，至少，我正在努力。
 女一：我想给人一记耳光。
 女二：我想要一个拥抱。
 外科医生：我也知道，一旦我做出决定，一旦我发现哪一个连体木偶从医学角度来说更为成功，一旦完成一切准备工作放低手术刀，同时我也在夺取一个生命。
 女一：我打算在操场上磨破我的膝盖。
 女二：我会在吻过男孩子之后快速跑开。
 外科医生：我知道在这半个茶杯里我会成功。分开的婴儿很显然不能在没有心脏的条件下存活。
 女一：我会去读质量极差的浪漫小说或风尘女子的杂志。
 女二：我会独自一人在自己的秘密藏身之处玩耍。
 外科医生：即使很不情愿，她也必须像放弃玩偶一样放弃与她一模一样的同伴。
 女一：我会在雨果轿车的后坐上失去我的贞节。
 女二：我打算与我的初恋情人结婚，为他心碎，为他所应有的人生价值奋斗，定居欧洲，然后重新跟他结婚。
 外科医生：但是，从此，在没有其他玩具陪她玩耍。
 女一：我会在一个摩托车事故中严重受伤。
 女二：我会在炎热的夏天在马路上暴走，然后在凉风中突然停留下来。
 外科医生：在做这件事-----可能是拯救生命、乐观一点说是结束生命、制造医学奇迹的演习、永不结束的与遗传不可能性的战争----的时候，没有人能够保证一颗跳动的心脏。
 女一：我要偷偷地去看各种各样的电影。
 女二：我会闭上我的双眼。
 外科医生：不是那个幸存下来的孩子。
 女一：我要叫他们的绰号，他们打我的话，我会号啕大哭。
 女二：我会完全听命于垃圾桶。（？？）
 外科医生：也不是我。我想我会感到害怕。
 女一：我会成为在战斗中被杀的第八个妇女。
 女二：我想知道谁在我的余生中强奸了我，而我却从不知道他是否跟我住一个房间。
 外科医生：我害怕平衡。
 女一：我要自杀，我要吸毒、滥交、整日汹酒直至呕吐、嗜血如命。我邋遢、没有信仰、我会公然裸体、我会反政府、我要成为一个为VH-1演唱的民间歌手。
 女二：我要买很多帽子，但我的鞋子始终不够。
 外科医生：作为医生，我知道人体总是在不停地自我攻击、再犯攻击，再攻击。
 女一：我是一个尤物，我要勾引我的老板。
 女二：我会为公共爱好的复兴和呼啦圈的流行感到疑惑。
 外科医生：每一个行动都有平等的和相反的反应。
 女一：我轻视表演艺术。
 女二：我打算在校车上巡逻。
 外科医生：当那些绝食的身体再不能孕育胎儿的时候，她们便停止了行经。
 女一：夏令营里男孩子们会让我感到不安。
 女二：我要把别人的头拧下来，因为他们阻碍了我的交通。
 外科医生：从此以后，她们再不能怀孕了。
 女一：我要成为一个悍妇、一个女权主义者。
 女二：当我老去，孤苦伶仃的时候，，我就中断思考、住在小区尽头一间空旷的肮脏的房子里，我不会养猫，但会养一屋子的各种毛色的袋鼠。
 外科医生：当我从这个连体女婴身上取走心脏的时候，这个孩子的眼睛变得如此忧郁。当我永远合上她的眼睛，我将怎样观察世界？
 女一：我会为我的孩子吐口水的方式而发狂。
 女二：我会破坏世界各个国家的政府，说我和他们的领导睡过觉。
 外科医生：我是不是应该因为要夺走她的生命放弃自己的心。
 女一：我要感谢上帝，为了那些标准的反锁刹车和乘客边座气袋。
 女二：我的第二次堕胎可能会有麻烦，但第三次的时候就好了。
 外科医生：没有了心我能否存活？
 女一：我会爱上一个这样的男人：他没有社交的技巧、文学的素养，但他却是一个来自遥远地方的非常特别的、可爱的小傻瓜。
 女二：我憎恨我的父母。
 外科医生：即使有了这颗心，我也可能活下来吗？
 女一：我会带我的朋友一起共进晚餐。
 女二：我会为危机热线洒下一片月光。
 外科医生：我会看着这个瘦弱的身体装在小小的包里像一些非个开来的器官扔在盛肾脏的盘子里一样扔掉吗？
 女一：我要重看《你好！》、《拉莉》、《暴力》，但不告诉任何人。
 女二：我会背叛爱我的人。
 外科医生：如果我会，那又怎样？
 女一：我喜欢墨西哥食物，但是它不喜欢我。
 女二：我会跟着第一个我这我的手掌牵着我的人走。
 外科医生：如果我后退，，那又怎样？
 女一：我喜欢别人在我的脖子上偷偷地印下一吻。
 女二：我喜欢没有烤过的乳烙饼。
 外科医生：如果我将问题转到另一个婴儿、另外一个连体女婴身上，结束她的生命，那又会是什么样子呢？
 女一：我不会将那个我模糊地记得在一个同仁联谊会上认为我跌倒时拉了我一把而与我有什么亲密关系的人甩掉。
 女二：我将迷上空气清新济。
 外科医生：我将不能承受给与躺在密封床上的死去的婴孩她所应得的短暂的沉默、宝贵的时间、比她的小小的指甲盖还少的尊重、叹赏和敬礼。
 女一：我会在婚礼上号啕大哭，在丧礼上狂吃。
 女二：我知道我们爱着对方，但我却不知道为什么我们不能这样说。
 外科医生：所以，我不会。
 女一：我讨厌斯莫夫斯。
 女二：我和偷了我的午饭钱并将我锁在衣物柜的大孩子们永远无法平安相处。
 外科医生：我将从庆典的压迫中解救出来。
 女一：为了让我自身的美好气息能在一个特定的环境中尽情地发散，我需要更多的空间。
 女二：我将帮助我最好的朋友埋葬她的婴孩。
 外科医生：如果我不介意，那又怎样？
 女一：我要乘坐我最喜欢的急流勇进，直到公园关门。
 女二：我会在另一时间去参观侏罗纪公园。
 外科医生：如果我没有注意到这些，结果怎样？
 女一：我会想我失去了什么。
 女二：我在怀疑它为什么要离我而去。
 外科医生：我这样做了之后我该怎么办呢？（灯光移到双胞胎身上。一位穿着高档西装、白大褂的医生朝着外科医生的方向走了进来。）
 医生：不要悲伤！
 外科医生：我并未伤悲！
 医生：你的技术很熟练吧？你很富有吧？你是不是加入了乡村俱乐部？你打高尔夫球、玩其他小资游戏吧？
 外科医生：偶尔如此。
 医生：你是专家。你以前也给双胞胎连体婴做过手术。当然，大多数活下来了，但不是全部。是不是？
 外科医生：是的。
 医生：那么，有什么困难?这跟你把那个牺牲自己的孩子看作一块多余的组织不一样。你会那样看待她吗？
 外科医生：不，我从不这样认为。
 医生：我也不这样想。我承认，处在这个位置上是不舒服。人们总认为医生就是在玩弄上帝、与他抗争，并且怀疑他。对我来说，上帝在做这件事的时候他自己比谁都犹豫不决。
 外科医生：我以前认为我们并不一定要相信上帝。
 医生：我们相信自己。这些事情都一样，是不是？
 外科医生：是吗？
 医生：振作起来！您要尽自己的最大努力去做你必须做的事。当然，成功失败都很难说。但是等一切结束后，你就没事了。你尽了自己的最大努力。你也不是十全十美的。
 外科医生：我还能拥有自己的灵魂吗？
 医生：谁说的你现在这样就有灵魂了？成熟一点吧！做你的事！对着镜头笑一笑。节约时间，不要在意！
 外科医生：但是我忘不掉。好好好！你对了又怎么样啊？如果我觉得自己很好呢？这要持续多久？我什么时候才能意识到这并不好，我自己也不怎么样？在做手术时吗？在高速路上飙车的时候吗？很久很久以后的某一天我真正地可以独自一人的时候吗？我什么时候才能够意识到我的生活从来、一直都支离破碎？
 医生：你为何问我？什么？你想让她俩都死去或者你能够拯救其中一个？
 外科医生：即使她活下来了，那又怎样？难道会有一天一个十四岁的女孩子到我办公室来看我，而那时候我已经几乎忘了我曾经杀死了她的姐姐？她会对我说什么呢？
 医生：有可能就这么不凑巧。但是她很可能会说：“谢谢你救了我！”平静一点。你这样做对谁都没有好处。
 外科医生（沉思）：好吧！我听您的。
 医生：太好了！咱们工作去吧！（灯光慢慢地从良人身上移开，照在舞台中间居左的椅子上。坐着父亲和母亲）。
 少女（立于镜前）：我最亲爱的双胞胎姐姐。你在哪里？请不要离我而去。我从未打破我的誓言。所有的矛盾都没有了。但是你，现在，我却触摸不到你。只有你留下来的伤痕、你的心脏。我永远记得你，记得我应该怎样以一个人的姿态过两个人的生活。现在，我看见了你。在我心里，在我的记忆力里。
 母亲：我不知道拿她怎么办。
 父亲：她是一个难对付的孩子。
 母亲：也许我们不应该告诉她。
 父亲：那我们应该怎样避免这种情况？医生、媒体都在关注她。她很出名。
 母亲：（以下略去300字）
 
 
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