(A WOMAN and MAN sit sullenly in a Paris café in 1876. The woman stares ahead drunkenly, a glass of absinthe on the table in front of her. The man smokes a pipe and stares offstage. They sit next to each other but don’t acknowledge each other. They are silent for several moments.)

(Enter MARK and CAROLYN, two modern-day American tourists in their fifties. They wear Hawaiian shirts and carry maps and a digital camera. CAROLYN nudges MARK and points, none-too-subtly, at the French couple. MARK nods and snaps a picture of them.)

(MARK and CAROLYN sit down next to the couple. MARK flags down a WAITER, who squints at them quizzically.)

MARK
Deux absinthe, merci.

(The WAITER contemplates them, bewildered, for a beat, then turns and exits.)

CAROLYN
Well, I thought that ballet was simply charming.

MARK (reading a guidebook)
Yes.

(CAROLYN turns and speaks to the WOMAN.)

CAROLYN
Bon jour. We adore your ballet. We just came from there.

(The WOMAN turns her ghostly gaze on CAROLYN and blinks languidly a few times. Apparently unsure whether or not MARK and CAROLYN are hallucinations, she returns to contemplating the middle distance.)

MARK (to CAROLYN)
Now, don’t drink it until we’ve prepared it.

CAROLYN
Oh, will you get your nose out of that book? Relax!

MARK
We have to do the ritual. Do you want to experience this or not?

CAROLYN
We’ll be fine.

(The WAITER wheels a cart up to the table. He sets before MARK and CAROLYN two glasses of absinthe, a pitcher of water, a bowl of sugar cubes, and two flat metallic utensils.)

MARK
Merci.

(But the WAITER has already turned and begun wheeling the cart off.)

CAROLYN (delighted)
Well look at this!
(She notices something missing.)
Oop. We didn’t get spoons. Waiter!

MARK (holding up a flat utensil)
No, these are the spoons.

CAROLYN
How are you supposed to stir with those?

MARK
You don’t stir. Look.
(MARK performs these steps as he describes them.)
You set a spoon over the glass. Then you put a sugar cube on it.

(CAROLYN turns to the WOMAN and whispers mischievously.)

CAROLYN
This isn’t legal in our country. Or time.

MARK (continuing)
Then you pour water over the sugar cube and into the glass until it gets milky.

CAROLYN
Goodness!

MARK
You try.

(CAROLYN repeats the steps with her own glass.)

CAROLYN
Do we drink it now?

MARK
Let’s go for it!

(MARK and CAROLYN raise their glasses to each other, then to the MAN and WOMAN, who ignore them. MARK and CAROLYN sip.)

CAROLYN
Oh, my gosh. It tastes like… Oh, I can’t put my finger on it.

MARK
It’s bitter.

CAROLYN
Crows. It tastes like Crows.

MARK
What do you mean it tastes like crows?

CAROLYN
The movie candy. Crows. They’re like Dots, but they’re black, and they taste like black Jujyfruits.

MARK
Yeah. Licorice.

CAROLYN
Oh!

MARK
It’s supposed to taste like licorice.

CAROLYN
I didn’t know it was supposed to taste like black licorice. This whole time I was thinking red licorice.

MARK
Red licorice isn’t licorice.

CAROLYN
I thought it would be like a glass of strawberry liqueur. Like that Alizé strawberry liqueur?

MARK
Alizé isn’t strawberry, it’s passion fruit.

CAROLYN
Then what was the strawberry liqueur we had at that aquarium fundraiser? It was so fun!

MARK
Dolfi.

CAROLYN
Dolfi. I was thinking this whole time that we’d be drinking strawberry Dolfi liqueur.

MARK
Absinthe is green. Why would you expect a green drink to taste like strawberry?

CAROLYN (to MAN)
Excuse me.
(The MAN does not react.)
Excuse… Par-done mwah, monsieur.
(The MAN slowly turns to CAROLYN.)
I’m sorry, would you mind putting out your pipe?
(The MAN continues sucking disinterestedly on his pipe.)
We’re American. It’s just a little jarring.

(The MAN slowly turns away again.)

MARK (to CAROLYN)
Do you want to switch seats?

CAROLYN
No, I won’t give him the satisfaction.

MARK (whispering)
They’re French. They’re notoriously rude. Do not take it personally.

CAROLYN (a little louder than necessary)
Well they have no problem taking our money personally.

MARK
Shh. Switch places with me.

CAROLYN
Licorice isn’t green either.

MARK
Who said it was?

CAROLYN
I don’t think I like this. The bloom has just evaporated off the charm of the evening for me. I’d like to go back to the hotel.

(The WOMAN startles them by unleashing a long sigh of infinite sadness. MARK and CAROLYN look at her for several seconds, but she is unaware of their existence. The WAITER passes through again, and MARK flags him down.)

MARK
The bill? Um… L’addition, s’il vous plaît?

(MARK holds up a credit card. The WAITER makes no attempt to take it, staring back with a look of brazen, open-mouthed confusion.)

CAROLYN
They won’t have heard of credit cards, Mark.

MARK
Oh, dammit, you’re right.
(MARK takes a wad of paper money from his fanny pack.)
French francs? Do you take French francs?

(The WAITER blinks at them, then makes the vaguest cursory gesture excusing himself and exits.)

CAROLYN
Just leave some money on the table, and let’s go.

(CAROLYN gets up and leaves. MARK counts out a few bills and sets them on the table. He follows CAROLYN off. A beat. The MAN refills his pipe, relights it, and puffs deeply.)