Play Script: Fleabag

My mother used to say I had “difficult hands.” Not ugly. Difficult . Like they were always reaching for something they shouldn’t. A hot stove. A married man. The last biscuit.

Early in the script, Fleabag declares: "I have a horrible feeling I’m a greedy, perverted, selfish, apathetic, cynical, depraved, morally bankrupt woman who can’t even call herself a feminist." fleabag play script

In the script, this transition is abrupt. There is no musical swell to soften the blow. It is just a woman on a stage admitting that her chaotic behavior is a frantic attempt to drown out the silence of her grief. Reading the script, you see the meticulous setup—dozens of jokes about ignoring phone calls and casual cruelty—all leading to this admission that she is terrified of sitting still because stillness brings Boo back. My mother used to say I had “difficult hands