Script for Home Video and Flashlight

after Federico García Lorca

Black screen for twenty seconds. Suddenly a young girl—say eight or nine
years old—turns a flashlight on her face, holding it at the level of her chin.

Young girl:

	When I die
	I'll die in Lancaster, Ohio.
	With the smoke of the glass factory in my hair,
	I'll die in Lancaster, Ohio.

With my mother's hazel eyes,

	I'll die in Lancaster, Ohio.
	I'll remember blue jays and air guitar
	when I die in Lancaster.
	When I die in Lancaster,
	I'll remember the moon through the 2x4s of my brother's treehouse.
	I'll die in Lancaster.
	I'll die in Lancaster, Ohio,
	with a red bandanna around my neck.
	I'll die in Ohio.
	In a little boat on Rising Park pond,
	in my blue dress with the frayed collar,
	with turkey buzzards circling above me like old grownups,
	I'll die in Lancaster, Ohio.
	I'll die in Lancaster, Ohio,
	with a bag of bread for the ducks.
	I'll die in Lancaster.
	I'll die in Ohio.
	In early evening,
	before fireflies make scars between the trees,
	I'll die in Lancaster, Ohio,
	I swear!

Silence. Smoke comes out of her mouth. Blackout.

— Tom Andrews

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