A short analysis, cortito. Hopefully it packs as much of a punch as the play. Because Dottie’s crazed shooting at the end of Act II is such a reverse of what’s expected, it almost takes a rereading of the play to understand the characters of Chris, Joe, and Dottie herself. How could Chris be the object of her murderous intentions? Is Joe next? Why Ansel and not Sharla? Let us take a moment to deconstruct this. Ansel’s turning on Chris is a long time coming. However small it may be, Ansel’s holdings are precisely the thing that Chris bemoans his absence of. Chris’ Lennie monologue lays bare most clearly his wish for hearth, home, and comfortable money, masked in the guise of the saving of his sister. He regularly ridicules Ansel’s holdings of these two things, capitalizing on Ansel’s still sorry financial state after his belittling to enlist him in the plot. Chris’ womanizing is hinted at in his Corpus references but is shown at this point in his story to be unsuccessful; Ansel, by contrast, has the sexually ravenous Sharla to content him, a woman he defends still (face-cutting) after the revelations of her affair with Rex. Chris’ vitriol for his stepmother and occasionally his father, shown clearly in the troll-throwing, is second only to his hatred for the trailer that he must return to, the trailer that Letts traps the characters and audience in throughout the duration of the play. Ansel’s patience comes to an end in his suicide-wishing during the funeral preparations. Chris, despite the unusually harsh nature of this condemnation coming from Ansel, is unfazed, turning instead to Dottie. Let us as well turn to this enigmatic individual.
Knowing the audience’s doubts of Dottie’s lucidity, Letts writes his own characters to question this understandable simplification, showing that her sleepwalking carries with it point and purpose. Long thought to be the hapless rape victim of Joe’s sick hunger, Dottie shows herself as a person desiring of the killer in her need to return to him in lieu of an escape with Chris and her acceptance of marriage and nativity in Scene IV. But a quivering trigger finger causes us to doubt the lot of this, as do two revealings of Dottie from earlier in the play. Firstly, Dottie’s description of her similarity to the unintentionally flaming Viva (live!) as well as her warning of Chris concerning her temper makes things even more complex. Is the cold Dottie of Scene IV calculating in the destroying of all three of her male manipulators, or is she raging beyond sense? Is Dottie keeping from flame by putting out the fires around her, or does she wade intentionally into it? Surely there’s something unordinary about her mental state; is it brought on by her mother’s suffocation, abuse at the hands of her neglectful family, or a deliberate ruse? In the end, whose side is she on, and what is significant about the sparing of Sharla? Her raw vulnerability with Joe is something seen nowhere else in the book. Does this tell us anything?
Lastly, we have the titular hitman. The constancy of T-Bone has reason in him; he is the one who silences the dog. There is nary a mention of him as in every other scene opening. He fades into anonymity. Is this a show of respect? Is it as simple as painting him as a silencer? Or does Joe bring freedom, like some might say he does to Dottie? Is lack of struggle, a contentedness or sometime apathy, preferable to the conflict that rages throughout the trailer park? Joe’s odd manners make him a gentleman of the most vicious kind. He charms Dottie with his greeting, in contrast to Chris’ profane, three-part breakdown that marks the beginning of the story. Joe cannot take name-calling. It’s for this reason alone, seemingly, that he puts Sharla through so much torture. It’s for this reason that he initiates conflict with Chris, a dangerous thing indeed given the armedness of the latter. Joe is callous, shown by his disinterest in Chris’ bloodiness, a place where the Dottie/Chris relationship shines. Chris’ tornness paints the plot just as much as Joe’s surety. Both are completely naked in front of him; he flaunts his nakedness in front of every character. He is a man marked by fate—his three-part patronizing of Chris in Scene IV, Act II tells us as much. And he is a man of success—success, that is, until the advent of Dottie and the pride of the child.
ANSEL: Now look what you did. I’m in the doghouse.
CHRIS: Fuck her.
ANSEL: Yeah, well, you don’t live here—
ANSEL: I never had a thousand dollars in my life.
CHRIS: How would you like to?
DOTTIE: Did you build this city all by yourself?
CHRIS: What? Uh, yeah. Sure did. Brick by brick.
DOTTIE: I heard that at the wedding.
The door of the trailer opens and Killer Joe Cooper enters…
JOE: The door. I knocked, but you had the TV turned up too loud to hear me. I decided not to stand in the rain.
DOTTIE: Well, you scared me half to death—
JOE: And I apologize.
DOTTIE: That’s okay. It’s okay.
DOTTIE: I had an aunt who set herself on fire…but not on purpose…They say she’s the one in the family I look most like…Her name was Viva. Isn’t that a great name? She never got married, I don’t think.
CHRIS: Just how stupid are you? Are you really that stupid?
(Ansel grabs a plastic troll, hurls it at Chris’s head. Chris dodges, and the troll smashes into the wall.)
ANSEL: You watch your goddamn mouth!
ANSEL: She wants to get out of her dress!
…CHRIS: LET HER CHANGE! (To Dottie) Go change.
(She exits down the hall.)
ANSEL: She looked great.
CHRIS: It’s bad enough we gotta give the son-of-a-bitch a present. We don’t have to gift wrap it.
ANSEL: This is my home—
CHRIS: You don’t have a home—
ANSEL: —and I call the shots around here—
CHRIS: Shut up.
ANSEL: Just so you know.
([Chris’] shirt and pants are soaked with blood…Joe exits to Dottie’s bedroom. Sharla and Ansel keep their distance from Chris, examining him from across the room…Dottie enters, wearing a robe. She rushes to Chris. Joe emerges again, now wearing a pair of slacks.)
CHRIS: I started a rabbit farm. I built the whole thing, by myself…I loved those little bastards. They smell like shit, and they fuck all the time, but they’re awful easygoin’ animals. I left for a couple weeks, ‘cause of this girl down in Corpus, and when I got back, a rat, or a skunk, or somethin’ had got in the pen, and it was rapid. Awful hot out, too. They just tore each other apart. Their eyes were rollin’ and foamin’ at the mouth, and…and screamin’...They sound just like little girls.
ANSEL: (To Chris) Hey. Why don’t you do us all a big favor and kill yourself?
CHRIS: We can do this thing, Dottie. We can pull it off.
DOTTIE: Not if somebody makes me mad.
SHARLA: You son-of-a-bitch—
…JOE: There’s no need for name-calling. I haven’t called you any of those names. You be polite to me. I’m a guest.
JOE: JUNIOR! YOU’RE HOME!...---that’s the way the world turns, right?...That’s the way the cookie crumbles?...Caveat emptor, you know what I mean?
(Sharla rakes change, keys, everything from the kitchen table onto the floor.)
JOE: A baby? (Beat) A baby? (He smiles broadly, proudly…) A baby!
(Ansel holding his stomach, Sharla crying behind him, Joe smiling, Dottie with her finger tensed on the trigger, Chris dead in the refrigerator. Blackout.)