Sunday, June 11, 2023

The Fall of Babylon 2023 version

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fall of Babylon

 

 

OR

 

 

Will the Last to Die Please Turn Off the Lights?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-A comedic romp in which we all perish in 2-ish acts-

 

 

 

 

 

By Eli Wilkinson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eli Wilkinson

2010 Sherman Square Drive

St Charles, MO 63303

319-325-5299

Eli.d.wilkinson@gmail.com

 

 

 

The Following is Copyright © 2009-2023 by Eli Wilkinson

The Who, What, Where, When

 

Time: Sometime now-ish.

 

Setting: A three-bed apartment in the ‘burbs. Still a tad too pricy due to the proximity to the Capitol but not well kept enough to justify the cost. But also far enough out of town that going into the city is a real pain in the butt. The living room is on the third floor with an external staircase that overlooks a park where occasionally geese linger at. No one lives on the first two floors and only the batty old widow, Mrs. Bennett, living on the top floor above. The building was rumored to be built by former members of the freemasons that were expelled for their dark beliefs but that seemingly has no relevance to the actions of this play.

 

Cast of Characters:

 

Herman: Late 20’s, dietician by day, hypocrite by night. He has a fitness and hydration obsession that masks a fear of returning illness. Tries to be cool but is basically already your dad. Still has his Eagle Scout card in his wallet.

 

George: Late 20’s and Herman’s friend since grade school. Was MAGA before MAGA was even a thing. He names everything (and I mean everything). Political correctness is wasted on him, as are most morals. Christian in name only but believes the opposite. Is the guy who would #2 in a urinal and brag about it.

 

Viola Ruth: Early to mid 20’s and Herman’s girlfriend. Is THAT vegan who you no longer eat in public with. So liberal that “progressive” doesn’t seem like a suitable enough term. Easily irritable and quick to hide from problems. Ever since weed was legalized in her state, people are often left wondering if she got sprayed by a skunk or is carrying that much dope-ass cush.

 

Mrs. Bennett: Mid 60’s though she feels ancient by most accounts. She’s a widow of a prominent business man who killed himself with a train. Quite possibly the worst landlady in existence and she doesn’t cover tenants repair costs. Scary, wears black, and hasn’t smiled since her wedding day about 40 years ago.  The jury is still out but she may be evil incarnate. Cooks a mean pecan pie though…

 

Metatron: An older fatherly figure that also happens to be the voice of G.O.D. and the head of the corps of Angel’s. Represents the Jewish faith and is very much the kind of guy that, if human, would yell at a baseball game on TV arguing balls and strikes. Wears a cloak and hood that hides his wings and attire (and also his progressively graying hair.)

 

Uriel: Young and beautiful Archangel of the G.O.D. She carries a flaming sword in sheath at all times but that is hidden by a similar cloak. Gives off strong androgynous vibes as she knows she is often portrayed as male and blames sexism in the Catholic Church for her demotion/depiction as male. Was present for most major events in Earth history but longs for the good old days. Is a patron of the arts.

 

Munkar: Middle aged Angel from the Islamic section of the G.O.D. Is used to working with the dead and ideally only wants to work with his partner, Nakir. Away missions annoy him as he is often critical of his superiors. Is the kind of smart-ass that doesn’t realize he’s being a smart-ass and will deny to the ends of this Earth that he is even capable of being a smart-ass. Secretly cries when watching Disney movies (especially Coco).

 

Gabriel: Any gender, it doesn’t matter. They’re young in the face and give off that David Bowie / Grace Jones kind of sexiness. One of the highest ranking Archangels that serve as the messenger of G.O.D. By their standards their shit don’t stank. You should feel blessed to be in their presence though, really, everyone knows he’s a poor-mans Michael. Even he knows it and tries hard to convince everyone otherwise.

 

Major Tom: Herman’s lethargic, near catatonic pet cat. Apparently can only move when no one is watching. This cat is mangy and gross but Herman has had him since he was in middle school. Is played by a lifelike stuffed animal that may or may not have been bought cheaply at a nearby Goodwill.

 

The Plant: A young college-aged woman. She is that girl that talks loudly about all the places in the world she had been when she is sitting at a coffee shop with 3 people in it. Has a good heart even if she is a tad annoying.

 

 

 

 

 

Preshow

 

(This play aims to toy with the audience and make them feel as though they are actors in the show and that they have determined its ending. That being said, this show best works with some minor audience participation. As the audience enters the theatre they are polled with a simple “Would you rather…?” question. They then must choose from option “A” or option “B”. The question can be anything you want just as long as option “B” is “Or… Take a pistol and end it all?” An example would be “Would you rather: A) Listen to the same song for every second for the rest of your life   OR B) Take this pistol and end it all?” Another would be “Would you rather: A) Be eaten alive by rabid rabbits OR B) Take a pistol and end it all? “  The question can be serious, funny, or deep. This will be a factor later in the play as the results of the question will become a part of the play itself. Keep in mind that the question can and probably should change with each performance. The person (or one of) who is polling everyone is the actor who plays Gabriel)

 

(As part of this manipulation of the audience there is also an audience plant. This is an actress who is dressed very commonly though her personality should be anything but. Her role is to be loud and attention grabbing without causing suspicion. She should be calling out to friends, talking on her phone as the lights try to start the show, have a ridiculous laugh, yet remain fairly common and just a slight disturbance. Create a little attention and let it go. She too returns later in the show.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Act I

Scene 1

 

(In the darkness a bell chimes 8 times. Lights rise on the living room. Herman is working out while listening to spotify on his phone and drinking a ridiculous amount of bottled water. Meanwhile Metatron, Uriel, and Munkar are spread out across the theatre. They are hooded and ominous. They are the Chorus and remain visible at all times and may move around the theatre (maybe even occupying seats))

 

METATRON

Since the beginning of human existence, mankind has faced many obstacles.

 

MUNKAR

Wars.

 

URIEL

Starvation.

 

MUNKAR

Idiocy.

 

METATRON

But one thing has always been certain. One day humanity will be epically screwed.

 

MUNKAR

Boned.

 

URIEL

Kaput.

 

METATRON

And all will perish.

 

URIEL

Save for a tiny handful.

 

METATRON

This will be our duty to watch and learn.

 

MUNKAR

To judge.

 

URIEL

And decide if worthy of salvation as a species.

 

MUNKAR

So pray for your loved ones.

 

URIEL

Confess your sins, trespasses, or transgressions.

 

METATRON

And kiss your children goodnight and mean it.

 

 

MUNKAR

For the time grows near…

 

URIEL

Before the big boom!

 

METATRON

And the world returns to ashes.

 

URIEL

Poof. Like the Dinosaurs…

 

MUNKAR

Do you have to be so redundant?

 

METATRON

Munkar…

 

MUNKAR

Can he even hear us? Can anyone?

 

METATRON

They are not deaf. Watch. Learn and you will see. (To Herman) Do you understand our warning, child of Babylon?

 

HERMAN

(Singing)

“Anyway you want it. That’s the way you need it. Anyway you want it… Da na na na duh na dunnn!”

 

URIEL

(Groans loudly)

Ughhh! Wrong key! Key of G not the key of mutilated cats!

 

MUNKAR

Always these Americans obsession with JOURNEY!

 

URIEL

Overrated!

 

METATRON

SILENCE you insolent fools!

 

URIEL

Look who’s talking Metatron. Aside from a Kevin Smith movie, who even knows who you are anymore? At least I was featured in “Supernatural”.

 

MUNKAR

As a dude, Uriel.

 

URIEL

Beats complete obscurity, Munkar.

 

METATRON

I SAID SILENCE!!!

 

 

HERMAN

(Removing his headphones)

 

George? Did you say something? George?

 

(No response. Herman puts his headphones back in)

 

URIEL

He heard you that time.  Even with that modern day walkman blasting that… awfulness.

 

METATRON

And the first time? Did he hear me then?

 

(Beat. Metatron looks to the others who shrug a “Beats me”)

 

Humans... All I had to do was burn a bush to get Moses’ attention. And that was only a small fire. People these days are so unwilling to have faith. I tell you it’s the lack of respect for tradition. One has to make such a show of it all. It’s a waste of effort and resources. Humans...

 

(Shakes it off, Coughs and suddenly goes Old Testament. Lights shift)

 

Hear now, human, do you understand the consequences of that which we hath bequeathed upon you?

 

HERMAN

(Singing. Lights return suddenly)

 

“Ooh all night, all night, Oh every night”

 

METATRON

The end of existence draws near and one must ask, will they even notice?

 

MUNKAR

Not until it is too late.

 

URIEL

I pity the fools. Every last one.

 

METATRON

Then lets us then take our positions and do our duty.

 

MUNKAR

Say your prayers.

 

URIEL

And when you die tell ‘em we sent ya.

 

(Awkwardness)

 

MUNKAR

Really? That’s what you close with?

 

(Blackout. Title card is Projected. Both titles with the second one slightly delayed.)

 

Scene 2

 

(The angels take their spots as Herman continues to work out. The lights rise on the living room. It is early in the morning. Herman is doing some stationary exercise routine. George enters the front door with a bag of groceries and begins to leave things out to make his breakfast. Herman tries to continue his exercises as they speak. George notices Major Tom, Herman’s very still cat is sleeping on the counter)

 

GEORGE

God damn cat! You ate my jerky! Don’t look at me like that. There are little kitty teeth marks all over the bag! Go. Get off the counter. Now. NOW! Get off--

 

(The cat meows but doesn’t move as George picks it up and tosses it in the corner. It screams and lands with a thud)

 

GEORGE

Every time I turn my back that damn cat is getting into trouble … Fucking swear he can only move when no one is looking.

 

(Herman finally notices George)

 

HERMAN

Oh good mornin’.

 

GEORGE

…Yo.

 

HERMAN

Wow, groceries this early? Look at you being active before ten.

 

GEORGE

Yeah it’s called I’m hungry.

 

HERMAN

Hey, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Just make sure to have a good source of carbs, protein and fiber. Also drink plenty of--

 

GEORGE

Oh no no no. Don’t say it.

 

HERMAN

Say what?

 

GEORGE

You know damn well. You are obsessed with water. Ever since you went on your bottled water kick there is no space for FOOD in our cupboards anymore. And the pantry? You have left us with only enough room for a loaf of bread, jar of peanut butter and that box of off brand Easy Mac that no one likes.

 

HERMAN

You’ll be thanking me when you feel better, George. Purified water and a walk before 8:30 are good for the body and soul.

 

GEORGE

Did you have to buy so much of it?

 

HERMAN

It is the only way to assure I’d never have to drink tap water again for literally the rest of my life.

 

GEORGE

$30,000 on name brand bottled water! You spent the entirety of the inheritance your Grandfather left you. It blows my mind to think how many bottles that is! And frankly I don’t much care. 50 bottles is too damn many for us.

 

HERMAN

(Stops exercising to answer)

At $4.50 at SAMS a case, around 6,666 forty packs or 266,666 individual bottles. If I drink two a day for the rest of my life I would have enough for 365 years… and change.

 

GEORGE

Do you hear yourself right now? First off it bothers me you have that mental math on hand at all times. And B: That’s fuckin’ mental. I’m talking bat shit cray-cray dude. Did the tap water kill your Grandpa or something? You’ve drank it your whole life! But now… you’ve changed. You used to open twist offs with your ass at parties as a party trick. Now there’s not a single brewski in there with your name on it. Just fuckin’ pure life water. I mean who needs that much water? Who? Other than obviously you since filled all our pantries, our spare room, and a storage garage.

 

HERMAN

Two. They were smaller units.

 

GEORGE

If Mrs. Bennett saw this she would go ape-shit. How’d you even get it all up here without her noticing? Was she on vacation? Because if she saw this, that wicked old hag would be steaming at the ears and marching us to the nearest Gulag. And she would show you where those bottles really go.

 

HERMAN

Yeah, well she’s not here, is she? I can hear her pacing around waiting for the rent check.

 

(There is a thunderous pounding on the front door. It is Mrs. Bennett who has suddenly appeared at their door.)

 

MRS. BENNETT

RENT! I hear you two breathing in there! It’s the 1st. Rent was due at nine a.m. sharp. Not whenever you damn well please!

 

HERMAN

It’s 8:30! I’ll bring it up in a half hour Mrs. Bennett.

 

MRS. BENNETT

Daylight savings!

 

GEORGE

No its not!

 

 

MRS. BENNETT

…It’s late! I’ll charge you the forty dollar late fee. Don’t think that I won’t.

 

GEORGE

(Mouthing)

What a bitch.

 

MRS. BENNETT

I heard that young man!

 

HERMAN

Fine. I’ll write our check.

 

(George opens the door)

 

GEORGE

Good morning Mrs.—

 

(She blows past him)

 

MRS. BENNETT

It reeks in here! What is that? Dope? You two been smoking dope in my property!? You know my rules: no music and no dope. If I find any dope you’ll be on the streets faster than a hooker in the first circle of hell.

 

HERMAN

I assure you we haven’t.

 

MRS. BENNETT

That’s too bad. Your father was a terrible liar too.

 

HERMAN

How would you know—?

 

MRS. BENNETT

I just do. Check. Now. Or the highway.

 

(Herman begins to write the check)

 

 

 

GEORGE

So we’re the only tenants left. You kicked everyone else to the curb and scared away the rest—

 

MRS. BENNETT

‘Cause they smoked dope and were late with their rent.

 

HERMAN

Our rent.

 

(Gives her the check)

 

GEORGE

--So…. If we’re your only source of income then how do you turn any profit?

 

MRS. BENNETT

Don’t need the money. Not since my Bruno died. I just like to make you pay it. I use it to buy shoes. Italian. Made from only the finest leather from the most dangerous of game. Now keep it down. My show is on.

 

(She storms out the front door. It slams behind her.)

 

GEORGE

What would that wicked witch watch that it is so damn important?

 

HERMAN

Wouldn’t it be ironic if that old hag watched some born-again-Christian evangelical crap? You know, I bet that’s it. Like Joyce Meyer or Joel Osteen or some other false prophet like that.

 

GEORGE

No way. A crow like that has to be Catholic. I bet she self flagellates and everything.

 

HERMAN

You think?

 

GEORGE

And she loves it. Maybe a little –too- much

 

HERMAN

I was raised Catholic. We can usually smell our own.

 

GEORGE

I know and my family is all evangelicals. Just because you are a part of something doesn’t mean you can’t think everyone involved is out of their fucking minds.

 

HERMAN

Huh. An evangelical that thinks evangelicals are wrong.

 

GEORGE

No. I take pride knowing you all are going to burn in hell. I just disagree with the whole faith healing fad. “Oh he touched my head. God has blessed me! I’m going to speak in tongues now and be healed.” Please. Those men aren’t Jesus. False idols if ever I’ve seen one.

 

HERMAN

(Begins lifting a small dumbbell. Under his breath)

Like Trump?                                                             ?

 

GEORGE

You leave The Don out of this. He only wants what is best for his American people.

 

HERMAN

You know a man once thought killing all the Jews, gays, and gypsies was what would be best for the German people.

 

GEORGE

Yeah. The GERMAN people. We’re Americans. That’s like comparing an android with a human.

 

HERMAN

Your family is German. Your mom’s maiden name was VonWagner.

 

GEORGE

I’m AMERICAN and don’t forget it.

 

HERMAN

You’re something.

 

GEORGE

Don’t worry. Donald only wants what is best for you as well... Once Obama and all the other lib-tards are finally taken care of… I mean, punished for their heinous crimes against our American lifestyle. Then he will truly become the moral voice of his entire intellectual kinder.

 

HERMAN

      (Laughs and stretches)

…fascist… SO…What do you have planned for today? Gonna march on Washington and spit on the gays? Oooh maybe attend a book burning?

 

GEORGE

We do those on Tuesdays. They’re fun but no actually. It’s my day off. Imma gonna have a case of beer. Watch some TV. Make some knuckle babies on at least two occasions. And I’m not going to do one god damn productive thing all day. Now THAT’S American. Top that.

 

 

 

 HERMAN

Lucky bastard. I’m meeting a client at two to go over her new diet plan but then I’m free. Viola is coming over at some point today too.

 

(There is a rustling in the closet. Herman notices it)

 

GEORGE

Ah the health food chick. When is she going to realize you’re just dating her for the discount at the Food Co-Op? Now I know how to really treat that type of woman… mmmm I love the hippie freaks. Taking them to pound town feels like victor-

 

HERMAN

Ssh. I heard something in the closet.

 

GEORGE

It’s a water monster! Gasp!

 

HERMAN

I’m serious.

 

(George mockingly walks to the door)

 

GEORGE

So am I. Better use a Rod of Thunder. It’s a +2 heavy mace.

 

(There is another, louder, rustle and bang against the door)

 

GEORGE

Holy shit. There’s something in there. Where’s my Miho?

 

HERMAN

Your what?

 

GEORGE

My Miho. My katana.

 

HERMAN

You named your sword?

 

GEORGE

And my guns! I swear it’s not uncomm--

 

(Another noise. Herman moves closer to the closet door. The noise continues)

 

GEORGE

Careful.

 

(Herman takes a deep breath and throws open the closet door. Mrs. Bennett stands amongst the water bottles. The two scream like girls)

 

MRS. BENNETT

Why is there so much damn water in here?! If it leaks, you buy me a new floor!

 

HERMAN

Jesus! Mrs. Bennett how did you?

 

MRS. BENNETT

I own the building!

 

HERMAN

You’re right. You’re right. Let me rephrase—

 

GEORGE

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

 

MRS. BENNETT

I know you have dope in here. I can smell it. You can’t hide it from me.

 

GEORGE

Have you ever heard of a tenant’s right to privacy?

 

MRS. BENNETT

Not in my building. I’m watching you two. Like a hawk. Know that. Everywhere you go. Everything you do. These eyes see all.

 

HERMAN

So you have cameras? That’s illegal.

 

MRS. BENNETT

So is dope!

 

(She exits the front, slamming the door once again)

 

HERMAN

Now I know why everyone else moved out. She’s a literal nightmare.

 

GEORGE

The Demonic arts are strong with her.

 

HERMAN

So… now I’m officially weird-ed out. Should we do something?

 

GEORGE

Like hide our porn? That’s too much work.

 

HERMAN

I don’t know… She’ll find something. And you don’t just use Pornhub like the rest of us?

 

GEORGE

I support my favorite artists and pay like a true fan should. But I do wonder if she’ll still watch me while I’m jerking off? Like if she has hidden cameras does she have like a library of our dirty deeds?

 

HERMAN

Probably, but you’d like that.

 

GEORGE

I have a night a few months back, when you were out of town, that I would definitely want to get a copy of.

 

HERMAN

That good?

 

GEORGE

She was bad in like the good kind of bad. Like not bad in performance. A+ in that. I’m talking like grab you by the hair and spit on your face while you go to town and then like hook the legs around the hips like a venus fly trap of sexiness. Splash pad recommended.

 

HERMAN

How drunk were you both?

 

GEORGE

Unbelievably plastered. Then by some miracle she was gone before I woke up at 8 to pee.

 

HERMAN

And this is why I tell you to get tested regularly.

 

(They both laugh. There’s a brief moment where the two decide to carry on exercising and making breakfast. They are interrupted by a knocking on the door right before they can)

 

GEORGE

Damn it. Enough is enough. Go away! We don’t have any dope!

 

 

 

VIOLA

(Through the door)

That’s too bad.

 

HERMAN

It’s Viola.

 

(George opens the door)

 

GEORGE

Well hello-

 

(Viola bursts in.)

 

HERMAN

Hey.

 

(She gives him a peck on the cheek)

 

VIOLA

Hey. You won’t believe how crazy it is out there.

 

HERMAN

I wonder what happened?

 

VIOLA

Fuck if I know. I wake and baked and then proceeded to watch the parade of idiots the whole way here. It’s like aliens landed a fuckin’ flying saucer in central park.

 

(She sits down and pulls out a large marijuana pipe and begins to load it with a baggie she pulls out of her inside pocket)

 

VIOLA

I can’t take this kind of bullshit this early. Everyone is acting like the god damn sky is falling.

 

(George pulls out his smart phone with a confederate flag casing.)

     

GEORGE

Huh… My internet is down. That’s your culprit right there. People can’t check their twitters.

 

VIOLA

Well it’s got everyone’s panties in a twist. Is there anything about it on the news?

 

GEORGE

Don’t have cable.

 

VIOLA

You have a digital antenna.

 

HERMAN

Yeah if you like MeTV, Home Shopping Network, and a PBS station that freezes at every important juncture of Patty’s Mexican kitchen. Which is the only good cooking show on there.

 

VIOLA

Well hell… you don’t like America’s test kitchen? What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you have a basic cable package? If nothing else, for the Food Network.

 

GEORGE

Ask him.

 

HERMAN

I got tired of someone DVR’ing Fox News. So I ended my service.

 

VIOLA

Huh… Good a reason as any. She’s all set. Anyone want to green it?

 

HERMAN

I don’t think we should.

 

VIOLA

You always let me smoke here.

 

HERMAN

I know… but Mrs. Bennett has been out for blood today.

 

GEORGE

We found her in the closet.

 

VIOLA

An old hag like that? In the closet?

 

GEORGE

Scary, huh?

 

VIOLA

Well, can’t blame her. What man would touch that?

 

HERMAN

No, no, no. Literally in the closet. Like as in she dropped down from upstairs into our closet to spy on us.

 

VIOLA

What the hell? That’s like Norman Bates shit. Has everyone lost their minds today?

 

GEORGE

I haven’t.

 

HERMAN

She was in here accusing us of “smoking dope in her property”. I’m shocked she even knew what it smelled like. It’s not like we smoke THAT often.

 

VIOLA

What a witch.

 

GEORGE

That’s what I said.

 

 

VIOLA

She’s probably gonna die soon. They say you get really paranoid before your brain fries out. Either that or she’s not as righteous as she acts. Maybe she is an old Hells Angel who went into hiding after murdering someone and scooping their eyeballs out with a spoon. Or better yet, maybe her husband purchased these buildings with the money earned from his coke empire and she used to be the one who tied up all his loose ends.

 

HERMAN

Or she’s senile.

 

VIOLA

Well yeah there is always that.

 

(There is the sound of sirens and horns. George goes over to the window and shuts it)

 

GEORGE

Oh shut up the both of ya. It’s my day off, damn it. Now hand me that pipe since Mr. Love Chute over there is too scared of the land lady.

 

(Viola finishes loading the bowl and gives it to George)

 

GEORGE

This stuff got a name?

 

VIOLA

It’s called “The Four Horsemen”. It’s new. We call it that since the bud is green, white, and orange with a hint of purple in the middle. It’s hydro and the end result is, well… it ends your world.

 

GEORGE

Nice.

 

(George takes a huge hit. He exhales and begins coughing)

 

VIOLA

Good shit, eh?

 

GEORGE

It feels like my lungs are trying to claw their way out of my chest.

 

VIOLA

I know...that’s the good shit, am I right? Herman?

 

HERMAN

I shouldn’t… I have to work later.

 

GEORGE

Come on Munster. Loosen your neck bolts and relax a little. You have 5 hours to sober up and it’s not like one little hit is going to rock-

 

(Stares into nothingness for an awkward amount of time)

 

 –your world that much. There’s always the shower. 

 

(Viola and George give him a look that screams peer pressure. Herman sighs)

 

HERMAN

…Damn it. Fine. You’re lucky my client is unbearable. But if I have to cancel you two are buying dinner.

 

VIOLA

I have to work tonight. Mrs. Jonesy is keeping me late to refill all the freezers. (She takes a hit) It’s really just another excuse for her to look at my ass. That woman is so in the closet she’s finding bellbottoms. My ass isn’t even that great.

 

(George cracks open a beer and goes to drink it)

 

But I’d let her eat it out if it got me a desk.

 

(George spits out his beer. Both men stare in awe)

 

VIOLA

What? I’m bi and she is rocking it for a 46 year old. Now stop gawking and smoke this shit.

 

 (Viola hands Herman the pipe)

 

HERMAN

Wait.

 

(Herman runs and checks every door for Mrs. Bennett. She’s not there.)

 

VIOLA

Is the coast clear?

 

HERMAN

Seems so.

 

(Herman holds the pipe to his lips. He flicks the lighter when suddenly Mrs. Bennett bursts through the closet door. George and Viola shriek. Herman almost drops the pipe while hiding it behind his back)

 

MRS. BENNETT

I KNEW IT! DOPE!

 

HERMAN

Mrs. Bennett. I can explain-

 

MRS. BENNETT

Explain this! YOU ARE OUTTA--

 

(She goes to grab George by the ear when there is an extremely bright flash from an explosion that seems to be atomic in nature. The sound of a shockwave coming engulfs the theatre)

 

GEORGE

What the—

 

 

HERMAN

Duck and cover!

 

MRS. BENNETT

FATHER! COMES TO ME!!!

 

(George, Herman, and Viola get on the ground in a hurry. The stage is blinded with white light. (Like seriously, blind the crap out of everyone in attendance.))

 

 

Scene 3

 

(Lights over the stage dim as Metatron, Munkar, and Uriel emerge from their viewing spots. They are still spread out in the space. Metatron looks around and holds his head up to listen.)

 

METATRON

The Earth goes silent.

 

MUNKAR

It burns.

 

URIEL

It crumbles away.

 

HERMAN

(Unconsciously mumbling in pain. Sings: )

“Wheel in the sky keeps on turning…”

 

(Coughs and passes back out)

 

MUNKAR

And Journey still lives on!

 

URIEL

A dark day indeed.

 

METATRON

Quiet. These are but a handful of survivors.

 

MUNKAR

The rest, rest their souls.

 

URIEL

But leave behind their stench.

 

METATRON

Uriel! Show some respect.

 

URIEL

My apologies stinky, now quite dead, humans.

 

METATRON

Enough! Let the trial begin…

 

 

MUNKAR

These three will decide the fate for all.

 

URIEL

Will they repent or will humanity go the way of the Dodo?

 

METATRON

They need not repent.

 

MUNKAR

Just prove they deserve to live.

 

HERMAN

(Mumbling again)

“Figa-ro-oh-oh-oh-oh…”

 

URIEL

Ooh, he switched to Queen.

 

MUNKAR

Already improving.

 

METATRON

Shut it. We have successfully finished the First part of our mission. Operation Tera Nova was a success.

 

MUNKAR

Tera Nova?

 

URIEL

Because it bombed. The show?

 

      (Munkar looks puzzled)

 

URIEL

On Fox. Remember it? It was like a poor mans Avatar. The one with the blue people not the animated one. No? Me either.

 

MUNKAR

Please tell me operation names are not picked for comedic reasons.

 

METATRON

Operation Names are carefully chosen by top men.

 

URIEL

Who? You’re top man-ish.

 

METATRON

I am the voice of G.O.D.! So when I say “Top men” I mean “Top. Men.”

 

MUNKAR

Alright “Raiders” reference. Got it. He comes up with them himself.

 

URIEL

Notice the emphasis on “Men” too. I always said the Seraphim was a good old boys club.

 

MUNKAR

You’re a Seraphim!

 

URIEL

Yeah well they left me out of the Bible so shows you what they think of me.

 

METATRON

You’re complaining about that? I’m older than you all and I’m not in the damn book either! All I got was some ancient Jewish texts. AS I was saying, Munkar, is that we have moved into part 2: Operation… Daisy.

 

(Both snicker. Metatron waits for it)

 

METATRON

Now Operation Daisy consists—

 

(Uriel snickers louder)

 

METATRON

I get it. Uriel, so you want to name the next one? You can call Operation “Brown Nose”. Or yours, Munkar, will be Operation “You died. Womp womp.” We’re professionals, damn it. Now act it. The Daisy is a metaphor. For the petal of a daisy either cooperates and pulls out intact or it rips. I would say the sad lot of this desolate world now feel a bit like that daisy petal. Soon most would kill just to see one. Now may I continue?

 

(Metatron pulls down a small projection screen on the far corner of the stage. He points at Uriel who wheels on a small slide projector on a cart. (This may be a computer projector and a power point presentation) They present it to the audience.)

 

Our subjects will face eight trials, eight obstacles that will be key to their survival.

 

(Uriel turns to the first slide which is of George, Herman, and Viola looking shocked in a very cheesy way. All slides are presented as a really simple, cheesy, art deco, cartoon like style.)

 

URIEL

The first trial will be the surviving the initial shock. We call this the “OMGFFS” stage.

 

(Turns to a slide of George and Viola shrugging in an “I don’t know” way as Herman scratches his chin)

 

The cause of which they will have no answer.

 

(They click through the next slide as Munkar speaks. The slide is Herman with his hand on his chest, looking confident. Next to him is of George who’s pointing his thumbs at himself. Third is Viola who is flipping off George with one hand and pointing at herself.)

 

MUNKAR

Trial two will be fulfilling the need for a leader… Personally, I don’t see it happening. As we have seen before, the blind cannot lead the blind.

 

(He ends on a slide of George W. Bush. Next slide cuts to the three looking hungry and looking at Herman’s cat Major Tom with forks and knives in hand)

 

METATRON

Regardless, the need for food and improved shelter will force them to mature.

 

(As Uriel speaks the next three slides show: 1) Viola and George cooking Herman on a spit. 2) The three frozen in ice, followed by 3) a picture of a zombie that is crossed off and quickly replaced with an image of Viola screaming in the shadow of a scary mutant.)

 

URIEL

For next they must defend themselves from the sick, dying, mutated beings that threaten their survival. They may have to take life to preserve life.

 

(The next picture is of George smiling at the camera hugging a lot of guns. There is an N.R.A. flag in the background)

 

I suspect the Red Neck will have no trouble with this.

 

MUNKAR

But they themselves must not fall ill. The outside world is full of contagions and radiation. The world they know has turned to shit.

 

(Three names are projected one by one as Munkar speaks. They are: Atlantis, Chernobyl, and Detroit)

 

Far worse than any city that previously existed.

 

METATRON

Eventually the radiation will disperse and the world will begin to very slowly heal.

 

(Uriel clicks through pictures of books, homemade paintings, and toys)

 

URIEL

And so too must their spirits. Little things like books and art will begin to heal the soul.

 

(She ends on a slide of a large bong and a drinking jug labeled   ‘XXX’)

 

Of course distractions that will dull the pain of living in such a terrible place may be needed. After all, we had given them these tools in the first place.

 

MUNKAR

With any luck these illicit substances might lead them to their next challenge:

 

(A picture of a baby is projected on the screen)

 

The procreation of the human race.

 

 

(A picture of Viola between both of the guys with her thumbs up is quickly followed by one of her totally exhausted and looking absolutely miserable with multiple babies around her. George and Herman may be giving each other a high five in the background)

 

Of course we do not expect them to repopulate the Earth all by themselves but multiple children will be required from varying gene pools.

 

METATRON

And finally, it goes without saying what trial they will have to endure throughout the entirety of this Operation.

 

(The words “Not Dying” are flashed on the screen)

 

Not dying.

 

MUNKAR

Then why’d you say it?

 

METATRON

Because that’s what I do, smartass. Besides, we speak not only with ourselves but with the overseers. It is for them that we were given this task.

 

MUNKAR

Then we will not interfere.

 

URIEL

And we will do our part.

 

METATRON

Thank you. Both of you. Now to our posts.

 

(The three angels bow to each other and scatter leaving the projector and screen. The lights dim)

 

 

 

Scene 4

 

      (First slide projected on the screen: 5 minutes after the flash)

      (Second slide projected on the screen: Trial 1: WTF was that?!)

 

(Lights rise as Herman slowly gets up grabbing his head. He takes a moment to think about what just happened. Suddenly he snaps to and rushes over to Viola.)

 

HERMAN

Viola! Viola! Viola Ruth Stapleton, you still with me?

 

VIOLA

…ugh. What’s going on? Ohh…What an awful trip! Fuck. I knew it. That fucker dropped acid on my weed again! No wonder he wanted to smoke before I left.

 

HERMAN

No, babe. Something big happened. Just look at this place.

 

(Viola moves to the window.)

 

VIOLA

Holy shit dudes!  Look out there.

 

HERMAN

Wow… welcome to the asshole of the world.

 

VIOLA

Everything is in ruin…                                               

 

HERMAN

Looks like Cleveland...

 

GEORGE

Ow…

 

(Herman walks over to George)

 

HERMAN

Hey, George? You okay there, champ?

 

GEORGE

This wouldn't have happened under Trump.

 

HERMAN

Sadly, you’re fine.

 

VIOLA

I’m not. My head is fucking throbbing. This is worse than that night I drank the bottle of Everclear thinking it was vodka.

 

      (Viola screams)

 

HERMAN

What's wrong?

 

(Viola looks down to see that her glass pipe has been broken. She holds it up in sadness)

 

VIOLA

My pipe broke... poor Betty.

 

GEORGE

You name your pipes?

 

VIOLA

And my bongs.

 

HERMAN

I'm truly sorry but there’re more important matters now.

 

VIOLA

I loved this piece… more than my sister. Breaks my heart… Do you mind if I said a few words? Betty was a good pipe. She was small but mighty. She is survived by her two wooden brethren, Cain and Able, and this here joint, who we will call Dane. Amen.

 

 

GEORGE

Why Dane?

 

VIOLA

Because when you see him, you just want to suck him all up. Long story. An ex. Shit personality but what a c--

 

HERMAN

SOOOOOO!

 

GEORGE

Ah! The schlong that got away.

 

VIOLA

Something like that. But in the end you just wanna watch him burn.

 

GEORGE

Too soon?

 

(Viola smirks and lights Dane)

 

VIOLA

Fuck that guy.

 

HERMAN

Babe. Is that absolutely necessary right now?

 

(Viola shoots him a vicious look)

 

VIOLA

If what I think happened actually happened; then you bet your tight little ass it is.

 

GEORGE

I second that.

 

HERMAN

But it isn’t productive. We have to protect ourselves… and soon.

 

(George gets up favoring his back. He notices Mrs. Bennett.)

 

GEORGE

Oh shit.

 

HERMAN

What now?

 

(George points at Mrs. Bennett who now rests against the far wall with a comically long PVC pipe sticking in her chest. George walks over to her thinking that she is dead)

 

GEORGE

Fuck, dude. She’s fucking dead.

 

HERMAN

Mrs. Bennett?

 

(George goes to feel for her pulse when she startles to consciousness screaming. George, Herman, and Viola all scream in shock)

 

MRS. BENNETT

…Dopers! “…from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee..." …I think… I left… the oven on…

 

(She dies. This time for real)

 

HERMAN

I don’t think that last part was in Moby Dick.

 

VIOLA

Is she…?

 

GEORGE

Dead as Gary Sinise's career.

 

VIOLA

Are we sure this time? Like for sure, sure?

 

(George tips Mrs. Bennett forward and talks into the far end of the pipe. It magnifies his voice.)

 

GEORGE

      (Starts singing Steam's "Na na Hey Kiss him Goodbye")

"Na na na na, na na na na. Hey-ey-ey! Goodbye!

 

VIOLA

      (Disgusted beyond all belief and overlapping the tail end of his song)

 

Old lady guts. On his face. That part went through. Ugergh......

 

(George removes himself from the pipe and wipes his face)

 

GEORGE

Yeah. She’s pretty dead. That PVC is really wedged in there. Not to mention I can look right through it. I can see you Herm. And you grocery store lady.

 

HERMAN

We get it. Chill dude. Respect the dead a little. She was old.

 

GEORGE

And a raging bitch queen from hell. I think that justifies anything I do. Now where did that super bright tactical flashlight get to?

 

VIOLA

How do you put up with his shit?

 

HERMAN

He has his redeeming qualities. Few but they’re there.

 

VIOLA

I don’t like this. It is too quiet out there. I mean, what could have done this? Could it have been a meteor?

 

HERMAN

The way it flashed I would guess it was nuclear.

 

VIOLA

Like a bomb? Like a nuclear bomb?

 

GEORGE

No the other kind.

 

VIOLA

So how on Earth did we survive?

 

HERMAN

I don’t know… maybe something shielded us and created an eddy in the shockwave. Best guess.

 

GEORGE

Hey guys, look!

 

(George turns on his flashlight and it shines through the pipe)

 

HERMAN

Knock it off! Save those batteries. We'll need that flashlight.

 

VIOLA

Incase you haven’t noticed, we have just been through some serious shit.

 

GEORGE

Well I’m sorry humor is my coping mechanism.

 

VIOLA

You should be.

 

GEORGE

Least I don’t retreat behind my prescriptions. How many drugs are in that purse? Oh who’s going to fill them now? Little Voila is going to crash and crash hard. When you do you’ll learn to laugh in the face of the undeniable.

 

VIOLA

Unlikely--

 

HERMAN

Guys. Please. We're losing focus. If that was a nuclear bomb then someone must’ve attacked us. But who would do such a thing unprovoked?

 

GEORGE

I bet it was the Russians. Putin could only be properly reigned in by the Don.

 

VIOLA

Trump basically got on his knees for Putin in Helsinki, only he wasn't using his hands!

 

      (She mimes a blowjob)

 

 

 

GEORGE

Well have you thought that maybe if Putin got a little Presidential head, he doesn't invade Ukraine? I thought not.

 

VIOLA

Because it's an idiotic argument! Ugh! Can today get any worse?!

 

GEORGE

You could run out of weed.

 

VIOLA

I am about to! I only bought a dime bag. I was going to see my guy today. Now he is probably ashes and rubble. Wait, maybe if we… can...

 

(Viola picks up her phone)

 

VIOLA

There's no signal.

 

HERMAN

All the towers would’ve been knocked out.

 

VIOLA

Then I’m going to have to venture out. I’m gonna need snacks. Maybe I can find my dealers place.

 

HERMAN

No! No. We can’t leave for a couple of days.

 

GEORGE

The hell we can't! You liberals tricked me into masks during Covid but I will not let you say I am being held prisoner in my own apartment!

 

HERMAN

Radiation sickness, dude. Cause the fallout. I'm talking extreme fevers, shits, vomiting, bladder failures, skin losing cohesion, the works. No superpowers to be gained, just a painful, awful smelling, goopy death. So when I say we’ll have to be in here for at least three to six days, I mean it.

 

VIOLA

Fffuuuccckkk… That sucks guys.

 

(Viola begins to smoke her joint by herself and just watches the back and forth at all that will ensue.)

 

GEORGE

We don’t have a lot of food. I only really bought enough for a couple meals.

 

HERMAN

We just have to ration the pantry.

 

GEORGE

Thank God you have plenty of water.

 

      (George pensively ponders about the       situation.)

 

GEORGE

…Too much water. It’s almost like you knew this was coming.

 

HERMAN

We just lucked out. Sure we lost the storage units but what is safe here in the building is sealed. We should be good for a…

 

(George looks at Herman very suspiciously)

 

HERMAN

What?

 

GEORGE

That semester you studied abroad. Where did you go again?

 

HERMAN

This is stupid. St. Petersburg. You know that.

 

GEORGE

I knew it! You knew this was coming, didn’t you? Sprechen ze Russian, eh comrade?

 

HERMAN

Yes and I chose to live somewhere in the blast radius.

 

GEORGE

You can be an agent. Brainwashed to set off the attacks and at the same time test new tech to see if you could guard yourself from it. I read about it in the NRA’s last newsletter. They call the male agents Swallows or SPTZ agents.

 

VIOLA

Did the men wear a lot of leather?

 

GEORGE

Why yes they did.

 

VIOLA

I think I read that. Nasty Real Asses Monthly, right? There was an amazing photo spread in there. Long range headshots.

 

GEORGE

The NATIONAL RIFLE ASSOCIATION. N.R.A. Not that… swill. You’re the second person to get those magazines confused. Must have the same publishing company or surely there’d be a lawsuit. Regardless after framing him for that unfortunate, totally 100% accident where President Trump set that school bus full of children on fire, the SPTZ shifted focus to influencing Hunter Biden and other liberal Russian assets and not on Trump. Russian conspiracy stories are really "in" right now.  Never thought it would be true, the Swallows, until now.

 

HERMAN

You are so full of shit. Do us all a favor comrade and start stapling plastic over the windows.

 

GEORGE

Why don’t you?

 

HERMAN

I own the water.

 

GEORGE

I fucking hate it when you’re right. Still, capitalism wins again, commie.

 

HERMAN

Viola hon… how are you holding up?

 

(Viola looks up severely stoned and annoyed)

 

VIOLA

I knew something was up today. It just didn’t feel rrriighhtt. Now everything is just like gone. My home. My job. My friends and family… my stupid fish.

 

HERMAN

We’re all in the same boat.

 

VIOLA

How can you be calm about this? Our world just got bitch slapped back to the Dark Age. You’re calmer now than ever. How is it that?

 

HERMAN

I’m just not dwelling on it. We have to survive. That’s all I care about.

 

VIOLA

But what’s the point? You know?

 

GEORGE

What’s the point? What’s the point?! The point is that we are Americans and too damn free and tough to be put down by some cowards whose most famous building looks like a collection of colorful butt plugs! We have countermeasures; I’m sure whoever it was we blew them straight to hell.

 

HERMAN

George. Shut up.

 

GEORGE

And who elected you leader anyway?

 

HERMAN

George! Your dixie is showing. We’ll discuss it later.

 

(Herman stares George down)

 

HERMAN

The point is to simply survive. Survive and use what happens here as a learning tool so that we can rebuild the world but… better.

 

VIOLA

WHAT world? Have you looked out the fucking window?!

 

HERMAN

The world we are going to have to create. But we have to wait for it to heal and grow back a little first. I can’t do this alone. I need you… and maybe George.

 

GEORGE

Damn right you need me.

 

HERMAN

Will you help us do this?

 

VIOLA

… Far out. Yeah. Sure… Like pioneers and shit. Seti-Alpha 5 style. You want this joint now?

 

HERMAN

No. But you go ahead.

 

(Lights dim and the three angels are illuminated.)

 

URIEL

I like him. You see that look in his eyes? If I were her I’d be all about him.

 

MUNKAR

You’re asexual.

 

URIEL

So?

 

MUNKAR

So you shouldn’t be getting ‘excited’ by a mortal man. Actually aren’t you supposed to be a man?

 

URIEL

We all choose our avatars. Sorry you hate yours. At least I don’t need a sidekick. Where is Nakir anyway? Out doing your job for you? More trials to get into a heaven that doesn't exist--

 

METATRON

Quiet this rabble. The first trial is complete. But seven more stand in their way.

 

MUNKAR

Yes. Will they be faithful to each other and the almighty?

 

URIEL

Or will they fall from grace and be punished for their sins?

 

METATRON

It’s do or die now.

 

MUNKAR

*Cough* Cliché.

 

METATRON

Shut up.

 

      (Blackout)

 

 

 

Scene 5

 

(First title card: Ten hours after the flash)

 

(Second title card: Trial 2: Anything you can do I can do better)

 

(Lights rise on Herman who is comforting Viola as she tries to nap on the couch. The windows now have plastic on them and the sky glows a disgusting yellow. George enters with a large knife, he walks up behind Herman)

 

GEORGE

We need to talk.

 

HERMAN

Sure. What’s on your--

 

(Herman turns around and is startled by George's big knife)

 

HERMAN

Shit! What’s the big knife for?

 

GEORGE

I found it.

 

HERMAN

It’s huge.

 

GEORGE

I like it. I named it Beth.

 

HERMAN

Why Beth?

 

GEORGE

What’s wrong with Beth? I knew a Beth once. She was nice.

 

HERMAN

Nothing. Nothing is wrong with Beth. Could you put Beth down?

 

GEORGE

But she's so pretty... fine.

 

(Puts Beth down)

 

GEORGE

Sorry. I can see how that can kinda look intimidating given everything.

 

HERMAN

So what’s this about?

 

GEORGE

Don't play dumb. I want to be in charge.

 

HERMAN

Why do you care so much? We're not competing. Just surviving.

 

GEORGE

We need someone who can make quick decisions. That person is me. No offense, but you think too hard.

 

HERMAN

George… I’m not in charge. I’ve never said so.

 

GEORGE

We need order and order is created by hierarchy.

 

HERMAN

How about we all make the decisions together?

 

GEORGE

You red bellied communist.

 

HERMAN

We all offer our own qualities and let’s leave it at that.

 

GEORGE

Don’t order me around Herman.

 

HERMAN

Or what? Beth will get angry?

 

GEORGE

You leave Beth out of this!

 

HERMAN

Drop this. It's just a waste of energy.

 

GEORGE

No Herman. I’m sorry but you’re too compassionate. Would you ever let another helpless person die if it meant you and yours would live? No. Would you shoot a robber who was stealing your valuable water? No. You are just another strong willed hippie who’ll meet his own end in the name of mercy. You don’t fuck the world, the world fucks you. But not me. I pound that shit and have no ragerts.

 

HERMAN

Re-grets.

 

GEORGE

I meant what I said! Your new world is a fantasy and you will fail. Because you don’t have the balls to make it.

 

HERMAN

Ha. Ha. Low blow asshole.

 

(Herman pushes George, who trips)

 

GEORGE

Mother fucker. I'm bleeding. I’m part hemophiliac. On my mom's side.

 

HERMAN

No you’re not!

 

(George tackles Herman and the two scuffles all over the room. It is quite slapstick appearing as though the two best friends want to fight but are too afraid to really hurt the other one. Viola rolls over and notices it before she rolls back around, choosing to ignore them. They sort of finish on opposite sides of the room)

 

HERMAN

Wait, George, wait. Look at us. We’re fighting like idiots to see who has the bigger dick.

 

GEORGE

No contest!

 

HERMAN

You don’t know shit.

 

GEORGE

I peeked.  A lion must ensure his rule of his pride. As the competition I assumed you had as well.

 

HERMAN

What? No… Why are we going on with this?

 

GEORGE

We’re too afraid to whip them out and measure so we’re stalling.

 

HERMAN

Ah.

 

(The two share an awkward moment)

 

HERMAN

Would you rather just fight?

 

GEORGE

…Yeah.

 

(The two begin fighting again like friends do. They end up tangled in front of the couch. George bites Herman.)

 

HERMAN

OWW!!! You bit me!

 

GEORGE

Willingness to do anything Herman!

 

HERMAN

Son of a--- I can see teeth marks, dude!

 

(The two roll around, finally bumping into Viola, waking her up. Viola quickly jumps onto the seat of the couch)

 

VIOLA

Oh FUCK THIS! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! Both of you cut your shit. If you haven’t noticed I am the one here WITHOUT a dick. And if either of you want to EVER see the alternative EVER AGAIN you will shut the fuck up and let me sleep. I am the one in charge and that is the way it is! Now cut it… and I don’t want

VIOLA (Cont’d)

to hear anymore discussion on the topic or there will be no penises living in this apartment. Do I make myself clear?!

 

GEORGE and HERMAN

      (Timidly)

…yes ma’am…

 

VIOLA

Sorry?

 

GEORGE and HERMAN

Yes ma’am.

 

VIOLA

Damn right.

 

(Viola flops down on the couch and resumes napping)

 

GEORGE

Oh damn…

 

HERMAN

… Yeah.

 

GEORGE

She just told you.

 

HERMAN

I said we should make decisions together.

 

VIOLA

(Without turning over)

I still have ears. Shut the fuck up and get some rest.

 

HERMAN

She’s right. We need rest and water. We can begin sorting out all this mess tomorrow.

 

GEORGE

Whatever.

 

(George begins to exit)

 

HERMAN

Hey George. Can you take Beth?

 

GEORGE

Nope. Snip snip.

 

(George exits implying Viola will use it to castrate Herman. Light dims on the stage and rise on the Angels)

 

 

 

 

METATRON

Though no leader was chosen, one appears. The suitors are willing to work together but they suffer from two distinct schools of thought. That being either they all wear the pants or secretly, but truthfully, matriarchy is in clear control.

 

URIEL

Amen! Never underestimate the power sex holds over man.

 

MUNKAR

It is the true power behind all thrones.

 

METATRON

They will keep each other in check now.

 

(Uriel makes a whipping sound)

 

MUNKAR

Yes. We got it the first time. Thank you.

 

METATRON

The fallout period will end soon. This is a crucial time for them now.

 

URIEL

May G.O.D. have mercy on them.

 

MUNKAR

Or smite them quickly.

 

Scene 6

 

(First title screen: 3 days after the flash)

 

(Second title screen: Trial 3: Here Kitty Kitty Kitty (Knife emoji))

 

(Lights rise on the living room. No one is present at the moment. There is a banging coming from the fridge. George enters)

 

GEORGE

What the…?

 

(George walks over to the fridge and slowly opens it. In it is Major Tom who has eaten some of the food)

 

GEORGE

BAD CAT! That is people food!

 

(George throws the stiff, unmoving cat onto the furniture. It may or may not bounce off and land on the floor)

 

MAJOR TOM

MMMEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW!!!

 

GEORGE

Christ. You ate my bologna! You little shit. How’d you even get INTO the fridge? We were trying to trap the cold air in there!

 

MAJOR TOM

Merrow…

 

GEORGE

No. You stay right there. We’re going to eat you next.

 

(Viola enters having just woken up)

 

VIOLA

George… it’s too early. What’s the yelling about?

 

GEORGE

Herman’s fucking cat ninja’d into the fridge and ate some bologna. Probably the last good meat in there! Hell, I don’t know how to tell if it’s gone bad. I hope you get sick and die, Cat! Then we will all eat well that night.

 

VIOLA

That cat’s alive?! I thought it was a taxidermy.

 

GEORGE

Fucker’s stealthy. Used to be a speedy little fucker. Now he lulls you to sleep then strikes. Herman should’ve had me put it down years ago.

 

VIOLA

Where is Herman? He wasn’t in bed.

 

GEORGE

He said it was okay to go out for a half hour. So he went out to find anything he could. Thinks he’s MacGyver now. He’ll come back and try to build a water filtration system out of milk jugs, dirt, and rocks. Next thing you know we’ll be drinking our piss. Still shoulda taken a few guns with him.

 

VIOLA

Oh… he should have woke me up… and there are worse things than piss. Don’t ask. Still, he knew I wanted to go out.

 

GEORGE

He knew you didn’t feel great so he let you sleep. Makes sense to me.

 

VIOLA

It’s just stomach pains from not eating in so long.

 

GEORGE

To him that’s a reason to step in… he really loves you, you know.

 

VIOLA

I know…

 

GEORGE

Are you going to tell him?

 

VIOLA

About what?

 

GEORGE

You know—

 

VIOLA

I know what we did. In my opinion you fucked the drugs, not me. You could’ve been a just a dick sticking out of a wall for all I care.

 

GEORGE

Glory holes are hot too.

 

VIOLA

Fuck off.

 

GEORGE

You have to admit there was some chemistry there. He’s never done some of “those things” to you and I know.

 

VIOLA

I take it that guys talk too?

 

GEORGE

About? … Relationships? Hell no. The walls are paper thin. I can tell dreadfully boring sex when I hear it.

 

(Viola smiles and laughs a little)

 

VIOLA

He’s like tapas. Small servings but so many courses. 

 

GEORGE

Sounds lame. So… how about it then?

 

VIOLA

About what?

 

GEORGE

You want to try it again?

 

VIOLA

You’re joking right?

 

GEORGE

It was a hard decision but I decided that this would handy the situation best.

 

VIOLA

Did you really just try to tell me you want an “old fashioned”?

 

GEORGE

How dare you erect such a stiff allegation against me!

 

VIOLA

You’re amazing. You are the Modern Major General of sex-starved pigs.

 

GEORGE

What can I say? I like it dirty. So do you. I had to buy new sheets after last time.

 

(George oinks a couple of times and tries to look sexy. Viola smiles and walks over to him in a slightly provocative way)

 

VIOLA

George… sweetie…

 

(Suddenly serious)

 

Keep dreaming.

 

      (Claws him violently in the junk and won’t let go.)

 

And if you talk to me like this again, the next time I’ll pop them like grapes.

 

GEORGE

It’ll take your mind off the hunger.

 

VIOLA

I can’t even begin to tell you everything that’s wrong with that statement. Do you even know how the body works? God, you’re a moron sometimes. Besides, Herman’s coming up the stairs.

 

(Viola releases George’s testicles as Herman bursts in with some supplies)

 

VIOLA

Food!

 

HERMAN

There are some canned beans and spam. All the bagged stuff is ruined. I should tell you about the Twinkie…

 

GEORGE

What’s it like out there?

 

HERMAN

There’s no one in sight. A few animals maybe. There are some screams in the distance but they can be coming from anything.

 

VIOLA

This isn’t going to last us long.

 

HERMAN

It should last us a little while.

 

VIOLA

Not when you can only eat the beans.

 

GEORGE

What is she talking about?

 

HERMAN

She’s vegan.

 

GEORGE

Gross. To think I-

 

 

HERMAN

I was hoping that you could suffer through it for a while. I know you think its wrong but it has the nutrients we all need.

 

VIOLA

Suffer though it? …suffer! Like those pigs suffered?

 

HERMAN

Well that was before our world blew up, okay?

 

VIOLA

… I don’t know. Its still wrong, profiting off an innocent death like that.

 

GEORGE

Tell you what. I’ll only eat spam to even things out.

 

HERMAN

Are you sure?

 

(George opens a can and sticks his finger in pulling out a little piece.)

 

GEORGE

Of course. It’s previously cooked ham bi-product made in the U.S. of A. One of the gems that came out of the depression! How bad can it be?

 

(Tastes it. Gags slightly.)

 

GEORGE

I can taste the freedom. I’m choking up.

 

HERMAN

I love it. Says it is canned in Minnesota.

 

GEORGE

No wonder it’s hard to swallow. Practically Canadian.

 

VIOLA

Thank you for your sacrifice George. Now swallow it all. You need the energy.

 

(George swallows)

 

GEORGE

…mph… delicious…

 

HERMAN

Now I did see something while I was out. Sam Weiss’ lawn and garden store was still standing. That could mean a generator. Maybe the things we’d need to make a makeshift shower.

 

VIOLA

What about soil? Like packaged soil? Seeds?

 

HERMAN

Could be inside. If it was shielded from the blast.

 

 

GEORGE

We could grow our own food. Potatoes, carrots…

 

HERMAN

Given we can find everything we need.

 

VIOLA

That’s not all we could grow…

 

HERMAN

You don’t mean…

 

VIOLA

I have a surprise.

 

HERMAN

Viola, no…

 

(Viola digs through her bad quickly and pulls out a plastic baggie filled with seeds. She triumphantly raises it into the air in victory. A heavenly light shines down upon it and all seem to be glazed on it. Herman quickly breaks away from its spell)

 

GEORGE

Are those?

 

VIOLA

Weed seeds? Yes. They. Are. Been collecting them for years.

 

GEORGE

There is a GOD!

 

VIOLA

Praise which ever deity you wish! As Cthulhu as my witness we shall not go weed-less again.

 

HERMAN

But for real, food comes first.

 

(Lights suddenly return to normal)

 

VIOLA

Aww… epic buzz kill.

 

HERMAN

So who’s going to go?

 

GEORGE

Why can’t you? You know where it’s at.

 

HERMAN

During the first three to seven days after an atomic explosion contact with the outsides is advised to be limited to thirty minutes each day. And I used my thirty.

 

VIOLA

Okay. How the fuck do you know all this?

 

HERMAN

All of what?

 

VIOLA

All of this. Ever since that damn thing went off you’ve been the one with all the answers.

 

HERMAN

What are you getting at?

 

GEORGE

Herman. Tell us.

 

(Herman is baffled he fights to find the words.)

 

HERMAN

Well truth be told, I was kind of wishing that this would happen. I mean face it; our world had turned to shit. It was poorly organized. The same tired people always voted for more of the same and everyone was out for themselves even if it meant hurting everyone else. It was all a bunch of bullshit! This seemed so much simpler. Live or die. No one to tell you how or tell you what you are doing is against the law. It’s true freedom. Survival of the fittest.

 

GEORGE

That was… beautiful…

 

VIOLA

Still doesn’t answer my question.

 

HERMAN

Okay. It was this book. The Ultimate Guide to U.S. Army Survival: Skills, Tactics, and Techniques. I’ve read it three times.

 

(A slide puts up the citation:  Jay McCullough., Ed. The Ultimate Guide to U.S. Army Survival: Skills, Tactics, and Techniques New York: Fall River Press. 2007.)

 

(Second slide: 954 pages)

 

HERMAN

Strangely, it’s printed and bound in China.

 

GEORGE

It’s so big.

 

(George picks it up and flips through the pages)

 

GEORGE

Wow. Cool. It shows you how to kill a man using your bare hands. Over a hundred variations.

 

HERMAN

The last chapter is on surviving a nuclear bomb. I’m just going by the book.

 

VIOLA

Alright. I trust you. Thirty minutes?

 

HERMAN

If not faster. It’s just a couple blocks.

 

VIOLA

Ready, George?

 

GEORGE

Which place is this?

 

HERMAN

Sam Weiss’ Lawn and Garden. You know. It’s the one that always has those goofy flamingos out front. Over by Pie Times Bakery. It’s that shitty strip mall with video game shop that’s never open and that pawn shop that got shut down for human trafficking.

 

GEORGE

Oh that one. Really? That one? Okay… Thirty minutes starting now.

 

(They leave in a hurry. Herman looks around and sees Major Tom near the couch.)

 

HERMAN

Tom… What are you doing, silly boy?

 

MAJOR TOM

Merr…

 

HERMAN

Yeah, I know. We’ll find you some kitty food soon.

 

(Herman picks up the cat when suddenly Viola and George burst back in the room, slamming the door behind them. It startles Herman and he drops his cat on the coffee table. It bounces off. George meanwhile keeps yelling “Shit, shit, shit.” Over and over again as he shoves things against the door.)

 

HERMAN

Guys?

 

VIOLA

We’re not going anywhere. There’s a small hitch.

 

GEORGE

More like a fucking epic one! We’ve got fuckin’ mutants.

 

HERMAN

Mutants? Is that really the best you can--?

 

GEORGE

This isn’t a joke.

 

HERMAN

Mutants. Like the X-Men?

 

GEORGE

No. Don’t be fucking thick.

 

HERMAN

But people don’t mutate like that, they get radiation poisoning and die.

 

GEORGE

Tell that to the starving thing outside with two torsos!

 

HERMAN

You guys are full of shit. Think I’ll believe anything. I was just out there. There were no mutants.

 

GEORGE

Go ahead, look.

 

(Herman moves the desk or bookcase blocking the door and takes a step outside. He quickly does an about face and slams the door behind him.)

 

HERMAN

There’s fucking mutants out there. Certainly wasn’t ready for that.

 

GEORGE

You didn’t observe your surroundings and now they must have followed you home.

 

HERMAN

We can’t take care of them. Not all of them, that is.

 

VIOLA

Help them?! I think they want to kill us, eat us and wear our skin like a scarf.

 

HERMAN

Babe, help me find some gloves. They’re all likely to have severe radiation poisoning. We shouldn’t touch them without any kind of protection.

 

GEORGE

Like putting condoms on your hands?

 

HERMAN

Not a bad idea. But I don’t have any.

 

GEORGE

You have to.

 

HERMAN

I don’t use them.

 

GEORGE

‘Atta boy!

 

HERMAN

It’s not like I need to. I can’t have kids, remember? Remember… when I had testicular cancer?

 

      (Uriel and Munkar look at each other confused)

 

 

GEORGE

Ummm… It sounds familiar.

 

HERMAN

You visited me everyday. It’s what inspired me into becoming a nutritionist. 

 

GEORGE

I remember your girlfriend kept coming by my place all worried about you. I had to comfort her almost daily.  

 

HERMAN

The one who got pregnant and left me?

 

GEORGE

Sex can be comforting.

 

HERMAN

You slept with my girlfriend when I had cancer?!

 

GEORGE

No! She preferred being on top. So technically she fucked me.

 

HERMAN

No. Dip shit. Fucking is determined by who’s doing the penetrating. And you penetrated my likely dead now ex girlfriend.

 

GEORGE

SO? There are fucking mutants now! The world’s fucked! We could live a life of true Chaotic decadence. Dare I say, Caligulan. Orgies. Drugs. Pointless violence. Maybe even a fire or two.

 

HERMAN

You’re a real piece of shit.

 

GEORGE

Get over it! It was over ten years ago!

 

HERMAN

Why didn’t you pay child support?

 

GEORGE

Paternity test. It was Nate Cole’s kid.

 

HERMAN

She slept with NATE too?! I thought we were saving ourselves for each other.

 

VIOLA

Christ! Does it even matter now?! How does this conversation have ANYTHING to do with the situation at hand? The truth of the matter is that we need to get to that store and do so without going near those mutants.

 

HERMAN

And if they try to get in?

 

GEORGE

I have all my girls to help us.

 

(George pulls out a duffle bag of weapons, seemingly out of nowhere. He pulls out each as he remembers their names and an image of each is projected. Alice the shotgun. Zoe the rifle. Selene the handgun. Ramona the war hammer. Miho the sword. Beth the hunting knife.)

 

GEORGE

Alice, Zoe, Selene, Ramona, Miho and now Beth.

 

VIOLA

I get the other names but why Beth?

 

GEORGE

Why the fuck not? I like Beth. Betty’s a fine ladies name.

 

VIOLA

Fair enough, dude.

 

HERMAN

So what do we do?

 

GEORGE

We get to work.

 

(George pulls out Alice, his double barreled sawed off shotgun and cocks it. They sit around the coffee table to plan. The lights dim on them and rise on the angels)

 

MUNKAR

This should be interesting.

 

URIEL

Thank G.O.D. that something is actually about to happen. I’m thirsty for some action.

 

METATRON

Fools. Don’t you see? They take on two trials at once. If they do not find a way to complete one of the trials soon, they will fail.

 

MUNKAR

The battle for mankind begins.

 

URIEL

Let the overseers witness mankind’s most epic fight for survival on this tiny patch of its creation. Let the fight begin!

 

(A slide is projected: Trial 3: Incomplete. Trial 4: Commencing.)

 

(A second slide is projected: END OF ACT 1 )

 

(A third slide is projected: Fifteen minute intermission: Please enjoy our overpriced snacks and refreshments)

 

(The audience plant gets up and stretches. She pulls out her phone and continues sharing her story with the person on the other line. She goes mostly unnoticed with the exception of her loud talking and the awkward things she is saying in public. This would be a good time to count and apply the results of your pre-show poll)

 

END OF ACT 1

 

 

(During this time make sure that the actor who is playing Gabriel works during the intermission. Like really tend the concession stand or something. Give an overseer a moment later when they realize the person who sold them a muffin in a bag is actually a part of the operation/ show)

 

 

(Use the space below to brainstorm all the jobs you can make Gabriel do)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ACT II

 

Scene 1

 

      (First title card: ACT II. 30 minutes later)

 

(Second title card: We Left a Trail of Bodies… for dirt, 3 Cokes, and a Slim-Jim)

 

 

(Lights rise on the apartment. It is clearly a little, tiny bit later in the day. On the couch reading a newspaper is Metatron. The paper has the headline: “Doomsday Cometh: Columbus Day Parade Cancelled.” Munkar, bored, is thumbing through the books and videos. Occasionally he pulls out something to look at. The sounds of Mutant people being murdered in cold blood by a shotgun and a sword fills the air. It’s clear that the humans are winning. So much so that the two don’t even bother to watch. Finally Uriel enters. She is covered in blood.)

 

URIEL

It is won.

 

METATRON

Then the battle is over.

 

MUNKAR

Humanity lives to fight again.

 

URIEL

And let all their battles be as truly epic and biblical. A feast for the eyes. 3 pillars of humanity savagely putting down Lucifer’s horde without hesitation, without mercy.

 

METATRON

It bodes well for them that the overseers got to witness such a desperate fight for survival.

 

MUNKAR

They will be pleased with the humans. Not so much with Uriel’s appearance though.

 

URIEL

Apologies. I was taking a trip down memory lane.

 

MUNKAR

Flashback to 1099 C.E. again, eh?

 

URIEL

You mean A.D.

 

MUNKAR

C.E. It’s now the “Common Era”.

 

URIEL

Since when did you care about being PC? It’s A.D. Anno Domini. Been that way since 525 A.D. Just because you slap a new name on it doesn’t mean you’re not still using the Christian calendar.

 

METATRON

Oh for Eric’s sake! What’s it matter? We don’t live by their clock. Why do you think we live so long by their calendar? We all know it’s the year 5783. You all can argue the semantics of your made up calendars but 5783 solar years ago was when we realized it would be a good idea to start counting. Now get on with it!

 

URIEL

I was mistaken. I am sorry.

 

METATRON

And Munkar has a point. The Overseers do not want to stare at your blood stains for the rest of the trials.

 

URIEL

Sir, if I remove the cloak I become visible.

 

MUNKAR

Then clean it fast.

 

METATRON

They have clothes in the sink. Use that water.

 

URIEL

And if they return?

 

METATRON

Hide. You’re an angel. This should be second nature by now.

 

URIEL

I know… I just…I don’t…

 

(She sighs and bows her head in defeat. She unzips her cloak. Underneath she is wearing a short white dress with a large red crusades style cross going from top to bottom. She is lightly armored, with tall combat boots and a large sword at her side. Her wings are tight to her body, white, and fluffy. It is a true mixture of a “going to the clubs” look crossed with medieval armament. Almost cosplay in appearance.)

 

URIEL

Is everyone happy now?

 

METATRON

…huh? What? …erm, I mean yes. More professional now.

 

URIEL

Good. Glad you both got to see the new body. I’m just glad they are finally letting us appear like we want to appear. The big man was straight up tripping with all those wings and eyeballs.

 

(Uriel goes back to the sink and starts to wash her cloak. Metatron and Munkar still sit but stare at her as she bends over the sink to scrub.)

 

URIEL

(Without turning)
Stop staring at my ass!

 

(There is a loud shot gun blast and the sound of foot steps.)

 

GEORGE (Offstage)

Twenty four! All headshots mother fuckahs!

 

(Uriel panics and runs into the closet and closes it behind her. As soon as it latches the front door bursts open. George walks in with his shotgun smoking hot. He has sunglasses and an aviator’s jacket on.)

 

GEORGE

Honey! I’m home!!!

 

(Herman and Viola walk in with bags of dirt in their hands. Viola also has a plastic bag filled with items and George’s sword ‘Miho’ belted on her side. )

 

HERMAN

George, shut up.

 

VIOLA

“Honey. I’m home.” Is that all you can say? After ALL THAT!?

 

GEORGE

It’s funny and strangely badass at the same time.

 

VIOLA

It makes no fucking sense.

 

GEORGE

What’s gotten up your ass?

 

VIOLA

Oh, maybe it’s the fact we just killed like fifty people!

 

GEORGE

Hey! You took your fair share of heads with us.

 

VIOLA

After they attacked us. After you shot a mutant cop in the head, point blank, with your shotgun and yelled “fuck the capitol police!” They weren’t attacking us until then!

 

GEORGE

Her name is Alice. My shotgun, her name is Alice.

 

HERMAN

George. There’s a hole. You’re digging deeper. What happened, happened. No denying that.  But we got what we went for. They would’ve died soon anyways. Their poisoning was severe.  

 

VIOLA

We don’t know that.

 

GEORGE

You think the dude wearing his intestines like a scarf was going to make it?

 

VIOLA

No.

 

HERMAN

We have to look at it as mercy. That’s the only way to keep us sane. We don’t have to like it, just accept it.

 

GEORGE

Can we like it?

 

HERMAN

Are you sick?

 

GEORGE

      (George shrugs)

Nah man. That was straight up Resident Evil just now. I’ve never been better. Well except for that fucking tragedy.

 

HERMAN

What now?

 

GEORGE

I forgot Beth. She just sat there this whole time. She hasn’t tasted blood yet.

 

VIOLA

Hey Captain Chadbro. How about you go make sure we didn’t get followed.

 

GEORGE

The big dog is on it. Bring em on.

 

(George cocks his gun and goes out the door)

 

VIOLA

God, what a dick. I can’t believe I let him… talk me into that.

 

HERMAN

You know they say war brings out the worst in us.

 

VIOLA

Difference is he wanted it out.

 

HERMAN

I think we can make this work out. We have enough soil and these Rubbermaid Re-sealable containers. We can use these for potting small plants to storing valuable fruits and vegetables for days without spoiling.

 

      (Rubbermaid logo and purchasing info is displayed)

 

VIOLA

Wow. That’s versatile.

 

HERMAN

We have seeds, right?

 

VIOLA

In my purse.

 

HERMAN

Alright. I snagged this dead radio as well. What all did George grab with his bag?

 

(Viola looks in the plastic bag. She looks up disappointedly.)

 

VIOLA

Three Cokes and a spicy Slim Jim.

 

HERMAN

That’s it?

 

GEORGE (Outside the door)

That’s all you need! Now come and get some!

 

VIOLA

Would it have killed you to grab some fucking chips!?

 

(Loud gun shot)

 

GEORGE (Outside the door)

TTWWWWENNTTTYYYYY FIIIIIIIIVVVVVEE!

 

HERMAN

Take that as a yes.

 

VIOLA

I KILLED TEN PEOPLE FOR THREE COKES AND A GOD DAMN SLIM JIM!!!! JESUS H. CHRIST!

 

(She sits down seriously bummed out)

 

I hate this. All this… all this death. It’s like community theatre in here.

 

HERMAN

Hey. Don’t say that. Nothing can be that bad. It’s just the stress…You should lie down. Relax. Take a nap. Cool off.

 

VIOLA

You’re right. Will you tuck me in?

 

HERMAN

For a while.

 

VIOLA

Until I fall to sleep?

HERMAN

Until you fall to sleep.

 

(Viola gives him a smile, takes him by the hand, and walks him to the bedroom. Uriel waits a moment before cracking the door open. She takes a small step out when the front door bursts open. She quickly retreats as George bursts back in the room. He throws the gun behind the counter)

 

MAJOR TOM (behind the counter)

MMMEEEOOOWWW!!!

 

GEORGE

Fucking cat.

 

(George takes off his coat and walks over to the closet. He opens it and throws his coat in without really looking in it. His coat hits Uriel in the face. He throws the door shut and walks down to the couch before stopping and turning back to the closet. He looks puzzled and slowly walks back to the closet door)

 

GEORGE

Umm… Mrs. Bennett?... or ummm… Mrs. Bennett’s ghost? Was that you?

 

(He slowly opens the door with his eyes closed and opens them slowly to see his coat folded on the water bottles and Uriel no where to be seen. He screams. Then looks puzzled.)

 

GEORGE

Oh… Thanks.

 

 (He shrugs it off and closes the door. He whistles as he skips down to the couch and begins cleaning his handgun. Lights slowly fade on the room but stay on the Angels. Munkar and Metatron look at each other and share a sigh of relief. We see Uriel crawl up through a small section of ceiling to the floor above)

 

MUNKAR

They have completed the third and fourth trials.

 

METATRON

But now they face the tests that will make or break their civilization.

 

URIEL

Keeping healthy.

 

MUNKAR

Staying entertained.

 

METATRON

Procreating.

 

URIEL

And prolonged survival.

 

METATRON

Let us hope they do not trip up.

 

URIEL

Wow. This landlady worshipped Satan!

 

MUNKAR

Ugh…

 

(Lights fade out completely)

 

Scene 2

 

(First slide: 10 days after the flash)

 

(Second slide: Trial 5: An Apple a Day… is bullshit)

 

(Lights rise on Herman doing jumping jacks. Beth still rests on the table and Uriel still watches from above. She is noticeably cold. Metatron flips through a smaller magazine with a headline: “How the EPA is saving Our World”. Munkar picks at a hangnail as Herman counts his jumping jacks from 210 to 250. George enters with Zoe, his rifle.)

 

HERMAN

Oh George. I got that radio I found the other day working. It’s running off a car battery. We’ll need to go out and find more power soon though.

 

GEORGE

K.

 

(George rips off the plastic on the window and opens it. Herman notices and quizzically stops)

 

HERMAN

What are you doing? Don’t tear down that plastic.

 

GEORGE

I’m hunting.

 

HERMAN

You’re going to make us all sick.

 

GEORGE

How do you think? The fallout period ended.

 

HERMAN

Uh, I don’t know. Maybe because the temperature has fallen forty degrees since the flash. You know what that means, don’t you? Nuclear Winter!

 

GEORGE

Cold kills viruses, dude. And we need the food.

 

HERMAN

We still have canned goods and our plants have started sprouting.

 

GEORGE

Damn it Herman. We can’t eat cold kidney beans and spam every meal. I’m a hunter. I need real meat. Protein. Victory.

 

      (Herman looks out the window)

 

HERMAN

So you’re going to shoot a rabbit that has a baby rabbit fused on its back?

 

GEORGE

Yes. I’m going to kill the freak bunny. You have a problem with that?

 

 

HERMAN

Just kill them both quickly.

 

GEORGE

It pains you to see a baby suffer.

 

(George shoots. The load squeal of the baby rabbit is heard and is annoyingly constant.)

 

GEORGE

I welcome its cries.

 

HERMAN

You’re an asshole.

 

GEORGE

It won’t suffer long. Just long enough to attract larger game.

 

(The screaming continues for an exceedingly long time. It grows more and more desperate before George shoots the baby rabbit)

 

GEORGE

There.

 

HERMAN

Thank you for killing the baby rabbit for me. I needed that today.

 

GEORGE

No problem. Glad I could help.

 

(George goes back to looking out the window. He looks intensely until he sees something he can’t believe. He looks to Herman then looks back to confirm what he had seen.)

 

GEORGE

Holy shit. … Hey. It’s Mr. Cooper. He survived.

 

HERMAN

Our tenth grade math teacher?

 

GEORGE

Yeah. He looks like hell. But I would recognize that awful St Louis Rams windbreaker anywhere.

 

HERMAN

…I think that his skin has melted off his face… and what is that?

 

GEORGE

That would be his severed left arm in his right hand. Like a baton.

 

HERMAN

He’s probably seen us. We can’t let him in here.

 

GEORGE

He’s getting closer.

 

 

HERMAN

Fuck. What do we do? Those mutants were strangers. But we know this guy. We can kill strangers. But I don’t know about one of my dad’s friends.

 

GEORGE

Will you calm down? I’ll just shoot him.

 

HERMAN

But we know him! That’s like murder!

 

GEORGE

He looks like [Insert recently deceased celebrity here (Preferably one of those ones no one really liked that much)]. Hell yes I am going to murder him!

 

HERMAN

Oooh.

 

GEORGE

Too soon?

 

HERMAN

Just a bit.

 

GEORGE

Fuck. Oh well.

 

(George aims)

 

HERMAN

But-

 

GEORGE

No buts Herman. He has to die.

 

HERMAN

Fine. But aim for the brain he loved using so much.

 

GEORGE

Hey, what do you think is the total distance from my barrel to his head? Given that we are 30 feet above the ground and he is roughly 200 feet from the building.

 

HERMAN

You mean what is the hypotenuse?

 

GEORGE

The hypotenuse. That’s what it’s called! Yeah, the hypotenuse!

 

(George starts firing rapidly while screaming)

 

GEORGE

THE MOTHER FUCKIN’ HYPOTENUSE!

 

HERMAN

202.24 feet.

 

GEORGE

How do you figure?

 

HERMAN

Pythagoreans theorem. You know. A squared by B squared equals c squared. We learned it in Mr. Cooper’s class actually.

 

GEORGE

Nope. Forgot all that.

 

HERMAN

How did you graduate? And you used your entire clip on something that isn’t food.

 

GEORGE

Says who?

 

HERMAN

I do. It’s cannibalism.

 

GEORGE

It’s protein.

 

HERMAN

George. I am doing my damnedest to keep us all healthy. I’ve supplied us with water and food. I’ve even made exercise schedules for all of us. But I can’t let you risk all of that because you want a little man meat in your mouth.

 

GEORGE

Dude!

 

HERMAN

What? Man meat?

 

GEORGE

No. Exercise schedules… that’s a bit of an invasion man. My body my choice… to exercise.

 

HERMAN

Yeah and those schedules will be extremely helpful.

 

GEORGE

But if we’re the only ones left then what’s it matter?

 

HERMAN

We’ll find others. Maybe even find a girl that’ll stay with you longer than a night… or a few hours.

 

GEORGE

Until then we’ll do jumping jacks and stay inside where it’s safe? Great plan.

 

HERMAN

Don’t get pissy.

 

 

 

GEORGE

Why not? I get to do jumping jacks all day while you two fuck like bunnies AND I’ll have to listen to every moan and groan instead of killing helpless mutated animals.

 

HERMAN

Excuse me?

 

GEORGE

Oh please. I was full witness to your cardio routine last night.

 

HERMAN

Viola’s my girlfriend. It’s only natural. I’m sorry we were unusually loud last night. Would you rather I tell you each time or put a sock on my door knob?

 

GEORGE

It’s just ironic that you talk about rebuilding the human race yet you’re the one shooting blanks.

 

HERMAN

Are you seriously suggesting…?

 

GEORGE

You know what? Forget it. Forget I said anything.

 

HERMAN

You want to impregnate my girlfriend. Give her the old green gown. That’s it, isn’t it?

 

GEORGE

Nope.

 

HERMAN

No, that’s exactly it. You want to notch another of my girlfriends. Fucks sake George, we’re not in high school anymore. You need to find your own connections. I haven’t wasted my shot with Viola yet.

 

GEORGE

If you want the human race to continue I may have to.

 

HERMAN

Let’s not talk about this anymore. She has the real say in this anyway. We’ll find others.

 

GEORGE

You know I’m right.

 

HERMAN

We’ll find another way. Another survivor. Another woman. Anyone.

 

GEORGE

If only Mrs. Bennett were still alive…

 

HERMAN

That’s fucking sick.

 

GEORGE

I meant to talk some sense into you. But now that you mention it I bet she is all dry and crusty now.

 

HERMAN

You’d fuck anything if given the chance.

 

GEORGE

That’s not true. I wouldn’t fuck you.

 

HERMAN

You say that now.

 

GEORGE

You say that like you want me to.

 

(Viola enters)

 

VIOLA

Morning boys.

 

(Slight awkward moment)

 

VIOLA

Whatcha talking about?

 

HERMAN

Nothing. Sports.

 

VIOLA

Uh huh…

 

HERMAN

No really.

 

GEORGE

Herman made us exercise schedules.

 

VIOLA

Oh. Does last night’s workout count?

 

GEORGE

You see! Fuck. I hate jumping jacks!

 

(George storms out)

 

VIOLA

Did I miss something?

 

HERMAN

Nothing out of the ordinary. He knows all about our workout routine. He stumbled in on us last night.

 

VIOLA

Don’t remember that.

 

 

HERMAN

Me neither. I had my eyes on something else. Dem collarbones were driving my crazy.

 

VIOLA

You’re cute.  

 

HERMAN

So you’re not mad?

 

VIOLA

About?

 

HERMAN

Him seeing you naked?

 

VIOLA

Eh. Probably not the first tits he’s seen.

 

HERMAN

But they’re yours.

 

VIOLA

Plenty of people have seen me in the act. I’ve done things your vanilla mind wouldn’t believe.

 

HERMAN

Like with two girls?

 

VIOLA

Oh please, honey. There’s a reason I don’t play “Never have I ever” because I fucking have.

 

GEORGE (behind the door)

What about anal?

 

VIOLA

Too much prep work. Not worth it.

 

HERMAN

Oh…

 

VIOLA

But that was all a past life. Before I slowed it down, cleaned up and found you. My wild days are mostly over. Every now and then I may need to get my freak on but it’ll be with you and probably some very interesting household items. You have to trust me, I’ve changed and you’ve helped with that.

 

HERMAN

Let’s keep building on it. Next stop: smoke free.

 

VIOLA

Are you for real? … Seriously, I’m having this moment and you bring that up? You’d have more luck reviving the dead then getting me to quit.

 

HERMAN

It turns your brain to jello.

 

VIOLA

You never complained before.

 

HERMAN

Yeah when there was a thing called “civilization”. Back before the weight of the world was on our shoulders. You know you are filling your lungs with the same tar that’s in your pipe, right? All I’m saying is we partake differently. Make edibles or something. Save our lungs.

 

VIOLA

Are you finished?

 

HERMAN

I got more.

 

VIOLA

Save it.

 

HERMAN

Well aren’t you just spitting fire today.

 

VIOLA

You did not just—

 

HERMAN

What? Ever since the flash you’ve become all reckless and moody. Calm and cool one moment, the next you’re pulling your hair out. Can you blame me for noticing—

 

VIOLA

I’ve changed? I’ve--! How about you? You used to have fun once and a while. But lately you’ve had a Goliath sized rod up your ass!

 

HERMAN

What do call last night?!

 

(George opens the door, obviously listening. Slight hesitation before belting it out)

 

GEORGE

You having your David sized rod up her ass?

 

VIOLA

Oh fuck off. For the last time I don’t do anal.

 

GEORGE

Yet.

 

VIOLA

Never.

 

GEORGE

Good as any time to start… so tonight? I’m fresh out of lube but have an industrial sized jar of Vaseline.

 

 

HERMAN

George, you want to close that door.

 

GEORGE

Yes I do.

 

(George closes the door still staring out it)

 

VIOLA

Fuck…I can’t take this anymore. I have one guy who desperately wants to fuck me and another who wants to keep me locked up. I can’t live if we’re always shut in here.

 

HERMAN

What do you suggest then?

 

VIOLA

I don’t know. Something. Something that isn’t dollar tree Sudoku books or crappy Tom Clancy novels. Seriously judging your guys choice of literature, by the way.

 

HERMAN

Maybe like throw a party?

 

VIOLA

With just us?

 

HERMAN

Just a suggestion. Getting fucked up might be fun.

 

VIOLA

Yeah. Lets get fucked up and just sit here doing what we always do… nothing.

 

(George bursts through the door)

 

GEORGE

A threesome!?

 

HERMAN and VIOLA

No!

 

GEORGE

Then what about we get fucked up and have a talent show. We could all prep something and present it.

 

VIOLA

That sounds… amazing! Like a poetry reading.

 

GEORGE

Or well maybe something less boring.

 

VIOLA

Thin ice George. Thin ice.

 

(Lights shift as Viola goes into one of the bedrooms. Focus goes to the angels as the roommates go prepare something for the talent show.)

 

URIEL

I love talent shows!

 

MUNKAR

This is good. This will help keep them sane for a while.

 

METATRON

They have done well maintaining themselves physically. So in a way this fulfills the requirements of the trial.

 

URIEL

They still have some unresolved emotional issues though.

 

MUNKAR

All will be settled when time has passed.

 

URIEL

Really?

 

MUNKAR

Yes.

 

URIEL

You, of all people think that time cures all wounds?

 

MUNKAR

What are you implying?

 

URIEL

You’ve never let the first crusade go and you damn well know it.

 

MUNKAR

Maybe if you didn’t murder everyone along the way I would forgive and forget.

 

METATRON

Oh shut up already. My people have had it the worst and don’t you even suggest otherwise. Both your people have been mass murdering mine for thousands of years and I’m your boss. How do you think I feel?

 

URIEL

Sorry Sir.

 

MUNKAR

My apologies wise one.

 

METATRON

And while we’re at it, Uriel, recover your cloak as soon as possible. You are not only visible but audible. This operation is all for not if you are discovered before the trials are complete.

 

URIEL

They never leave.

 

METATRON

Then make them leave.

 

 

URIEL

How?

 

MUNKAR

Hope.

 

URIEL

Hope?

 

METATRON

The landlady has an old battery powered radio. Lead them on a wild goose chase.

 

URIEL

How do you know there’s a radio up here?

 

METATRON

It was in the dossier. Did you not read it? I don’t make these things for my own personal amusement. I went into great detail--

 

URIEL

But they might die out there.

 

METATRON

Then they fail the trials and we try again.

 

URIEL

No. I won’t do it.

 

MUNKAR

Then I will.

 

METATRON

If you don’t want to be discovered then you won’t interfere.

 

(Munkar pulls out a small radio and begins to speak. Only it isn’t his voice. It’s Uriel’s)

 

MUNKAR

Hello. Hello… is there anyone out there?

 

(Lights shift back to the apartment.)

 

RADIO

Is anybody out there? … I’m alone. It’s so cold and I’m hungry… Hello! Can anyone help me? I’m at the corner of, uh, 26th and Charter.

 

HERMAN

That’s on the outskirts of town.

 

(George grabs the radio)

 

GEORGE

Yes. Hello. We received your call. We’ll send help right away.

 

RADIO

Is…? Is someone there? I can’t hear you clearly.

 

HERMAN

We have to go help her.

 

GEORGE

I’ll grab the girls.

 

HERMAN

(Knocking on the door)

Viola. Viola. We think we found another survivor. George and I are going to check it out. We’ll be back before it gets dark. Keep the doors blocked.

 

GEORGE

Ready to do this?

 

HERMAN

Yeah. Let’s go.

 

(George and Herman grab their guns and leave. Forgetting Beth on the table again. Uriel starts to climb back down to grab her cloak when Viola enters and proceeds to kick back and lights up what is left of her joint.)

 

VIOLA

Mmmm… about time… huh. They forgot Beth.

 

(Lights shift back to the Angels. Uriel having seen Viola enter, scurries back up to the floor above)

 

URIEL

Great plan…

 

MUNKAR

Give it time.

 

URIEL

We’re going to get them killed.

 

METATRON

The other two are not necessarily needed anymore. We have everything we need right here.

 

(Lights fade)

 

 

 

Scene 3

 

(First slide: 3 weeks after)

 

(Second slide: Trial 6. The show must go on…)

 

(Lights rise on the apartment. Viola is arranging the furniture to create a small staging area. Uriel sits with anticipation. Metatron and Munkar could care less. They read, knit, or anything that kills time without much effort. Along one wall there are rows young plants growing. Viola stands back to look at her handy work.)

 

VIOLA

There. Not bad.

 

(Viola lights some candles next to the stage)

 

VIOLA

Needs more light.

 

(Viola goes behind the counter and pulls out a tiny generator and plugs a couple lights into it. She starts to pull the cord to start it up. It doesn’t start. She tries again repeatedly to no effect. Until it finally starts. She lets out a small yelp of excitement. It immediately dies)

 

VIOLA

Ugh… you piece of shit.

 

(She kicks it and hurts her foot, but the generator turns over and starts)

 

VIOLA

Damn right.

 

(Viola walks to grab some whiskey and glasses out of the cupboard when it dies again)

 

VIOLA

Oh you are evil.

 

(She pours herself a shot)

 

VIOLA

Any day now…

 

(She waits. Begins tapping her finger. Uriel, bored as well, knocks.)

 

VIOLA

George? Herman?

 

(No reply)

 

METATRON

Uriel… knock it off.

 

MUNKAR

If you want to be mischievous, stick to the classics.

 

URIEL

Like footsteps from the floor above? Cliché fake ghost noises?

 

MUNKAR

Or hide their keys or steal one of their socks. Subtle and not beyond their own follies, that’s the key.

 

URIEL

Boring! Long assignments are the worst.

 

VIOLA

Did someone say something?

 

METATRON

Good going. She heard you.

 

MUNKAR

Why haven’t you recovered your cloak yet?

 

URIEL

It’s proving to be difficult to recover. I’m afraid I have to consider it a wildcard.

 

MUNKAR

Excuse me?

 

URIEL

A wildcard.

 

METATRON

Hmmm… How dastardly Old Testament of you.

 

URIEL

Sir. I officially invoke Article 404 Section 3 subsection 956932.3 bullet point c.

 

METATRON

      (Citing from memory)

“In the event of a shortage of hotel rooms during annual G.O.D. conferences, rooms should be prioritized by seniority of members and lesser accommodations should be issued for non-deity prophets and lesser beings.” Not entirely sure how that would apply for our current situation.

 

URIEL

I meant Article 404 Section 3 subsection 956932.3 bullet point b.

 

MUNKAR

      (Citing from memory)

“In the eventuality that G.O.D. agents have already interfered with possible test results, the use of a wildcard may be permitted to right the deviation or amend the test parameters at the Operation Directors discretion.” I hardly think—

 

URIEL

You sent both men out on a wild goose chase. In the cold. With God knows what out there right now. And I know the guys who make the mutants and other monsters and they are pretty fracking weird in that department. Herman might come back ripped in half by a giant badger for all we know. My cloak is minor for the time being and may not even factor into the results.

 

METATRON

Fine. Personally I think you are just too afraid to go get it.

 

(George enters dramatically once again.)

 

 

GEORGE

Here’s Johnny!

 

VIOLA

That one is even worse than the last one! Can you please think of your own catchphrase instead of paraphrasing cliché TV entrances.

 

GEORGE

“One of these days Viola. Bang zoom!” Now you pouring those shots or what? I’ll take a triple.

 

VIOLA

Regardless of what your think, you can’t impress me.

 

GEORGE

I’d like to see you try that shot.

 

(Viola smiles and pours herself a triple and takes it without much effort or pain and sets the glass down. She smirks.)

 

VIOLA

Also if you ever threaten me with that abusive Jackie Gleason bullshit from the 50’s again, I’ll break this bottle and shove it so far up your ass you’ll bleed to death. 

 

GEORGE

That is so hot. Well, to the end of days.

 

(George takes his shot quickly and recklessly. It doesn’t sit well and he starts to cough as if he were going to vomit)

 

VIOLA

So far so good. Learn to handle your alcohol. Now where’s Herman?

 

GEORGE

He was still looking for that woman. Should be on his way back.

 

VIOLA

Does he know what today is?

 

GEORGE

Yes and he knows you’d nail his half empty sack to the wall if he missed it.

 

VIOLA

At least you’re prepared right?

 

GEORGE

Oh I whipped up something that might be kinda funny.

 

VIOLA

Good. Is it…? Nope not going to ask. Surprise me.

 

GEORGE

No worries there. Should be pretty shocking. But it looks like the gennies out of gas.

 

 

VIOLA

Oh. Yeah. Forgot to tell ya.

 

GEORGE

Damn. Should’ve got some while I was out.

 

(Herman bursts in, exhausted and shivering. He coughs as he tries to warm up)

 

VIOLA

Finally.

 

HERMAN

26th and Charter. That’s a 3 mile walk.

 

GEORGE

Any luck?

 

HERMAN

No… oh F… right. Talent night. Yeah.

 

VIOLA

Don’t tell me you forgot. ‘Cause come hell of high water you will amuse me before the night is through. Even if it means gladiatorial combat with disfigured mutants.

 

HERMAN

No I have something.

 

VIOLA

(Suddenly cheerful and playful)

Oh okay then.

 

(She pecks him on the cheek and sits down)

 

HERMAN

Just not ready at the moment.

 

GEORGE

Do it!

 

HERMAN

When I can feel more than just my lungs, I will. You guys go first please while I shed these layers.

 

GEORGE

A convenient excuse!

 

HERMAN

You turned back half way you big baby. If anything you should go first for being the idiot who has gone to the farm and fleet 6 times now and not picked up a winter coat yet. Spicy Slim Jims don’t cure frostbite! That being said, I’m not feeling too hot right now. Vi, care if I go later?

 

VIOLA

Sure. I’ll just go first. I wrote a poem.

 

GEORGE

Surprise!

 

(Viola shoots him a STFU look and pulls out her paper)

 

VIOLA

But first… I have a little surprise for us.

 

(She pulls out a bag of weed. The heavenly light returns to illuminate it. A choir of angels is heard)

 

VIOLA

The first harvest. It isn’t fully mature yet but will still get the job done. George.

 

(She tosses the bag to George who sniffs it and begins to load it in a corncob pipe he has in his pocket. The heavenly light follows the weed to George’s position on the couch)

 

GEORGE

It’s beautiful.

 

HERMAN

But---

 

VIOLA

--Ep pa pa pa. Tonight’s my night so you fucking smoke it.

 

(George hands him the pipe. He hesitates but lights it with a match. He exhales, coughs, and goes to hand it to Viola)

 

VIOLA

Oh honey, please.

 

(She pulls out a joint the size of a cigar and lights it as she begins to read her poem. The boys pass the pipe back and forth)

 

VIOLA

This is called: My Nightmare.

 

I stand on edge

Toes linger over black sea below

Convince myself

That the way to know

Is to travel the unknown

Raise my leg  

Foundation planted in reality

Slowly I lurch forward

The eyes

Millions stare at me.

Countless number, varied size

Crossing their zenith I awaken them.

I freeze

I cannot go forward

I cannot retreat

I am stuck

Tell myself I can do this

I can’t.

The eyes dissect me.

Searching every lump, crevasse

Continuing to stare…

Stare…

Stare…

Stop!

They close

 Weight of my leg pulls me off my foundation

Falling into the cold black abyss

I can’t swim

Have forgotten how

I struggle.

I toss

I flail

Screaming with all I have

HELP ME

No sound comes out

I try again

HELP ME

Eyes open, I freeze

Sinking slowly I reach for light above me

That I’ll never reach

I let go, let it all in.

Come sea

Take me away from here!

 

(The two clap and Viola takes a little bow)

 

HERMAN

Wow. That was so… so…

 

GEORGE

Emo.

 

HERMAN

Visual. Strong imagery.

 

GEORGE

Those could’ve been Good Charlotte lyrics, they were that emo.

 

VIOLA

You were expecting sunshine and lollipops?

 

GEORGE

I’d love to hear something raunchy. Or at least funny like me.  

 

VIOLA

Alright then let’s see what you got. Let the talent show become a talent contest. Herman’s the judge because no offense honey, I doubt you put much time into this.

 

GEORGE

You’re on! Herman will have to choose between his best friend and a night on the couch. But here’s the deal, you can’t look until I am ready.

 

 

HERMAN

Oh come on…

 

GEORGE

Seriously. It’s a surprise. Turn around.

 

(They cover their eyes. Uriel too.)

 

GEORGE

You are all still peeking. Like turn around or something.

 

(Viola and Herman turn their heads)

 

HERMAN

Is this better?

 

GEORGE

No. You are all still watching. It’s a surprise. This doesn’t go on until I am positive that no one can see it.

 

(George waits as the angels and the house members all turn around. He then looks out into the audience and waits. After a while a slide is projected that reads: “Please turn around or cover your eyes.” After a while if not everyone complies another slide says “Please for the sake of the show, cover your eyes”. After George is confident that no one is looking he pulls out: Mrs. Bennett’s decaying body from the hallway. George has removed the pipe and now uses the pipe hole to control her like a ventriloquist doll. [Now for this the voice of the doll may be Georges OR the actress playing Mrs. Bennett’s. If the later option is chosen it is important that George always be smiling with teeth visible and Mrs. Bennett cannot make any noises that require the lips to make. Like “P’s”.])

 

GEORGE

Okay. You can look now.

 

VIOLA

Oh my god. I want to puke.

 

MRS. BENNETT PUPPET

Hello dear. I returned to haunt you all. Ahhh!!!

 

HERMAN

(Laughing)

That’s sick dude.

 

GEORGE

It worked out perfectly. I didn’t even need to make her like this. The pipe did that for me. I just covered up the front side to hide my arm. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Bennett?

 

MRS. BENNETT PUPPET

That’s right. No one should show their front side to strangers.

 

VIOLA

I just threw up and swallowed it.

 

MRS. BENNETT PUPPET

OOOH! Is that dope? That’s illegal. Ahhhh!!!

 

(George flails her arms as he/she screams all silly like)

 

HERMAN

Kind of funny though.

 

MRS. BENNETT PUPPET

You. Are. Outta. Here! OoH! I’m dead now.

 

VIOLA

And so are you.

 

(She motions for George to stop)

 

MRS. BENNETT PUPPET

Why the hate young lady? Did the bomb get your undies in a twist? Oh ha ha ha ha ha. If you are even wearing any. Ha ha ha ha. Can never tell with a harlot like you!

 

VIOLA

That’s it.

(VIOLA storms up and takes Mrs. Bennett’s body from George)

 

MRS. BENNETT PUPPET

Oh. What are you doing? No. No. Stop. Nooooooo!

 

(Viola throws the body out the door and slams it.)

 

VIOLA

You sick son of a bitch.

 

GEORGE

Eww. She may be all crusty on the outside but my arm is all gooey now.

 

HERMAN

Have fun washing that smell off. I think it’s safe to say Viola won.

 

VIOLA

Thank you, Herman. Your turn, Buster. Please nothing gross.

 

(George and Herman get up and switch places. George sits back on the couch and puts his gooey arm on Viola’s lap)

 

VIOLA

Really…?

 

GEORGE

What?

 

VIOLA

Really?

 

GEORGE

Oh shit. Sorry. Didn’t realize.

 

VIOLA

Uh huh. Don’t sit near me. (Beat) I’m serious. I’ve smelled assholes that smelled better than that arm. I would vacation on someone’s sweaty, unkempt asshole right now if it got me away from that arm. Please go sit over there.

 

GEORGE

Whatever… as you wish, your highness.

 

HERMAN

Okay. So—

 

(Herman has a small coughing fit)

 

HERMAN

Sorry. So I was going to do a monologue but I decided that I would share a thought with you both. You see, I’ve been thinking on my walks out to that intersection. About what happened.

 

(Metatron and Munkar suddenly seem interested)

 

GEORGE

That’s your talent. You had a thought. A guess. Do the damn speech already.

 

VIOLA

Oh he’s going to do both if he knows what’s good for him.

 

HERMAN

…Okay. So I got to thinking that if we were attacked then where is the aide? Surely another nation, whether it is the enemy or an ally, would send some sort of aide. If not aide then a statement saying who did this. We live close to the capital. Surely we would have heard or seen something by now.

 

GEORGE

Brilliant. It can’t be terrorists because they didn’t leave a note saying “Fuck you America” or “Fuck you freedom”.

 

HERMAN

No hear me out. If it were terrorists then foreign aide would have come.

 

VIOLA

He’s right.

 

(Herman coughs)

 

HERMAN

Unless everyone got taken out.

 

(Metatron sets down his reading material and moves closer. Uriel watches him concerned)

 

GEORGE

So all the nuclear powers just decided to say “Goodbye Earth, it’s been fun but you gotta blow.”?

 

HERMAN

I don’t think it came to that.

 

GEORGE

I don’t follow.

 

HERMAN

The Cold War.

 

(Herman coughs again. This time with a little blood in his saliva)

 

VIOLA

Christ, Herman.

 

HERMAN

I’m alright. Think about it. Automated counter-strike. Only something went wrong. If something could confuse say, a doomsday device or two then it could surely affect the missiles themselves.

 

GEORGE

Enough of them and you could literally burn the sky.

 

(Metatron reaches out and holds his hand towards Herman)

 

HERMAN

I… think… something or someone’s did it.

 

(Herman drops and begins coughing violently)

 

VIOLA

Oh god. Herman!

 

(Viola holds him up)

 

VIOLA

He’s on fire.

 

GEORGE

I’ll get him some water.

 

(Herman continues to get worse as Metatron focuses more on Herman in a very Vader-ish manner)

 

URIEL

Stop. You’re killing him.

 

MUNKAR

He’s become expendable.

 

VIOLA

Oh god.

 

URIEL

What makes him expendable? Is procreation the only thing important to you now?

 

METATRON

He has gotten too close.

 

URIEL

We should reward intelligence. Not punish it!

 

(Metatron ignores her plea. George returns with the water. Herman’s coughing worsens)

 

VIOLA

You need to drink this Herman.

 

(Herman makes as he is about to vomit)

 

GEORGE

Radiation poisoning?

 

VIOLA

I don’t know. Fuck I wasn’t paying attention to him. He said all the symptoms like a thousand times, why didn’t I listen?

 

HERMAN

No…

 

GEORGE

Tell us how to make you feel better.

 

URIEL

Sir!

 

MUNKAR

Him discovering the truth and therefore discovering our involvement invalidates the test. Our involvement has to been kept a secret until all trials are complete or they meet with failure. He has served his purpose.

 

URIEL

I can’t allow this. Gabriel would never approve.

 

MUNKAR

Gabriel is just the messenger. You are the only one who can do anything and you don’t have your cloak. What now?

 

URIEL

Watch me.

 

(Uriel pulls out Mrs. Bennett’s radio to the surprise of the others)

 

MUNKAR

Someone did some snooping.

 

URIEL

SOMEONE… finally read the dossier.

(Talking into the radio)

Hello? Are you there? I saw you a few miles from here and followed your tracks. Hello? Anyone there?

 

(George grabs the radio.)

 

GEORGE

Yes. Yes. We’re here.

 

VIOLA

Hold on Herman.

 

URIEL

Where are you? I have some supplies. Mainly soups and medicines. Would be willing to trade for a warm bed.

 

GEORGE

Where are you?

 

URIEL

I’m at the corner of Silver and Jefferson St.

 

GEORGE

You’re two blocks away. We’re on the third floor of an apartment complex.

 

URIEL

I’ll need some help carrying in the supplies. Please hurry. It’s getting dark out here. I hear something in the distance.

 

VIOLA

Let’s get him up on the couch.

 

GEORGE

Right.

 

(They lift Herman, who is still getting worse, onto the couch)

 

GEORGE

Let’s do this and hurry back here.

 

VIOLA

Okay. Give me a gun.

 

GEORGE

I love you.

 

VIOLA

I know, unfortunately. Now give me a gun. This seems fishy.

 

(George pulls out Alice the shotgun and hands Selene, the handgun, to Viola.)

 

VIOLA

We’ll be back in a flash babe. I hope she has something to help you.

 

(The two run out. As soon as they do Uriel climbs down into the closet and enters through the door. She rushes over to her cloak, which is bundled up on the floor and throws it loosely over herself. She gets between Metatron and Herman. Blocking whatever he is doing to Herman)

 

METATRON

Move. This is all within test parameters. The overseers would like to not see the trials fail.

 

 

URIEL

He may know a small part of the picture but he will never figure it all out.

 

MUNKAR

We can’t risk that.

 

URIEL

Their people have changed. When stuff like this happens they no long point the finger at us first. They think scientifically. The chances of them putting it together are the same as them truly understanding the big bang. They’ve suffered enough at our hands. Let their deaths come by their own means. I beg of you.

 

METATRON

Gone soft on us, eh? What ever happened to that young spitfire who used to believe that through death by holy reckoning comes new life? The boss will hear about this.

 

URIEL

Good. Unlike you, he’s lived down here before. I think he’d understand. I ask for a stay of action.

 

MUNKAR

I have to agree with her. The boy is weakened. Currently, he is harmless. We shall make an inquiry of the higher ups. His fate should rest in their hands. If he does indeed get too close we can act and make it seem natural.

 

METATRON

Very well.

 

(Metatron and Munkar retreat. Uriel goes over and rests her hands on Herman. He seems to recover slightly. She places her hand on his forehead and seems to pray. She smiles and kisses his forehead)

 

URIEL

You can make it.

 

MUNKAR

Now that you’re done, what about the others? They’re going to have to know who the person on the other end of the radio was.

 

URIEL

I already have it covered. This was my job. I am Uriel. My divine fire creates life and watches over it even in the darkest of hours.

 

(Uriel removes her cloak, bundles it up and places it under Herman’s head.)

 

URIEL

Believe.

 

(Uriel exits. As soon as she is gone George and Viola enter)

 

GEORGE

Waste of time.

 

 

VIOLA

Hermy, still surviving?

 

HERMAN

…I feel a little better. Must’ve caught the flu.

 

GEORGE

More like pneumonia.

 

VIOLA

Just rest. We’ll take care of you.

 

HERMAN

Did both of you leave?

 

VIOLA

Yeah. Don’t you remember?

 

HERMAN

Sorry I was out of it. Probably hearing things.

 

VIOLA

We’ll be right here if you need anything.

 

HERMAN

…Babe…

 

VIOLA

What is it hun?

 

HERMAN

(Quoting The Tempest)

Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.

 

I had something… just didn’t have the courage til now.

 

(Viola smiles and rubs his forehead. There is a slight scraping at the door)

 

GEORGE

The door!

 

HERMAN

      (Slightly delirious and mockingly)

 

It’s a water monster!

 

(Herman laughs and lays back down coughing)

 

GEORGE

Hello?

 

(George opens the door. Uriel, now dressed in modern version of her Crusaders outfit and without wings, falls to the ground exhausted. A bag of canned food scatters on the floor.)

 

GEORGE

She’s passed out. And damn! She’s really cute.

 

VIOLA

Let’s get her to Herman’s bed. We can probably fix up Mrs. Bennett’s place for her when she wakes.

 

GEORGE

All in all tonight’s been a bit of a bummer.

 

(While carrying Uriel across the apartment)

 

VIOLA

Could be worse. Could be raining.

 

(The sound of freezing rain. Both sigh. As they make their way to the door they stop and look at the cat in the corner)

 

GEORGE

Oh look. Major Tom finally died.

 

VIOLA

Things are looking up.

 

MAJOR TOM

Merrroowwww…

 

GEORGE

You had to say something…

 

VIOLA

I—had to say something? I am tired of feeding that god damn cat.

 

(The two adlib a bicker as they carry Uriel through the door. Lights shift to Munkar and Metatron)

 

MUNKAR

Trial six, entertainment.

 

METATRON

I thought it was entertaining.

 

MUNKAR

Nice change of pace. More tension.

 

METATRON

Trial six complete. But now they face the most enjoyable yet equally stressful trial of them all.

 

MUNKAR

A child… Do you think that Uriel will…?

 

(Metatron looks to Munkar. Munkar implies intercourse with his hands. Metatron hesitates before quickly threatening to backhand him)

 

 

METATRON

Schmuck. But probably. Everyone always does… everyone but me...

 

(Lights slowly fade on sad Metatron)

 

Scene 4

 

(First slide: 6 weeks after)

 

(Second Slide: Trial 7: Of all the uteruses, of all the women, in all the world, you came into mine)

 

(Lights rise on the apartment. Herman, still on the couch continues to sleep deeply. Uriel, upstairs and in some hand me down clothing, sits in boredom)

 

METATRON

The day draws near. The end is nigh.

 

MUNKAR

It has been two weeks. Are you done with your little charade yet?

 

URIEL

Most fun I’ve had in Millennia… Although, I’m still bummed that the talent show was such a letdown. Amateurs. They had no showmanship whatsoever. I have been to Inquisition prisons with more pizzazz. How about we jazz it up a little?

 

METATRON

We are here to remain neutral. You have done enough already.

 

URIEL

They have already completed that trial. I only suggest it for our mental well being.

 

MUNKAR

What do you suggest?

 

URIEL

We pull a CBS.

 

MUNKAR

A CBS?

 

URIEL

Yeah. America loves… loved CBS. This time we go sitcom.

 

MUNKAR

I don’t follow.

 

URIEL

Help me and you will.

 

MUNKAR

Sir?

 

 

METATRON

It’s alright. What she is thinking is only cosmetic, the humans won’t see it the way we see it so it won’t affect the test. Plus it might be a nice change of pace, things have gotten dreadfully dull of late. And who can argue with America when it comes to CBS?

 

URIEL

Yes!

 

(The three angels pray briefly and quickly the lights shift to a very bland sit-com like look.)

 

MUNKAR

So… the lighting changed.

 

URIEL

Too bad your face didn’t.

 

(Laugh track laughter)

 

MUNKAR

Really? A laugh track?

 

URIEL

And more!

 

(George enters but he enters upstairs. He is in a tank top and boxers. “Oooohs!” come through the laugh track. Maybe even an additional “You go girl!” Munkar turns away in disgust and jealousy.)

 

GEORGE

Who you talking to?

 

URIEL

To people who aren’t there… anymore, I guess. Things you meant to say but didn’t before…

 

GEORGE

And is it helping?

 

URIEL

Nope. Not one bit. I can still see them when I look their way. Like they are always watching me. I bet they could tell legends of what we accomplished last night.

 

(She kisses him deeply and he runs his hand down her back towards her butt. Another “Ooooh” from the laugh track)

 

GEORGE

(Being very silly)

I’ll be back. If you need me don’t hesitate to scream my name again.

 

(Slight laughter as George exits)

 

MUNKAR

Fornicating with a human… disgusting.

 

METATRON

Her cover can’t be blown.

 

MUNKAR

But apparently George can be?

 

(Laughter)

 

URIEL

Told you. Most fun I’ve had in a looonnngg time.

 

(Oooohs as Uriels hand motions pull apart to indicate size. George enters the downstairs apartment. A silly Seinfeld-esc into plays indicating the scene change. Applause as he enters)

 

GEORGE

Oh. What an angel.

 

(Laughter. George comes and sits by Herman and shakes him but Herman is out cold.)

 

GEORGE

Herman. HERMAN. You’re getting worse.  Don’t die on me. You hear me. You die on me and I swear to God we will eat you.

 

(Laughter)

 

GEORGE

Viola, you up?  …Viola?

 

(George opens a door and hears Viola vomiting.)

 

GEORGE

I told you to lay off the sauce. I’ll grab water. Best not let the Porcelain God rob you of your last bit of dignity.  

 

(Laughter. George shakes his head grabs a bottle of water.)

 

GEORGE

Ah. Pure non-fluoridated water. God… I sound like Herman.

 

      (Laughter. Viola enters)

 

VIOLA

I hate this.

 

GEORGE

Gotta be used to it by now. Eating nothing but beans and preservatives are bound to take their toll.

 

VIOLA

There is no getting used to this.

 

GEORGE

It’s just vomiting. How bad can it get?

 

 

VIOLA

I’m pregnant.

 

(Ooooohs. George reacts in a very physically comedic way. Laughter.)

 

GEORGE

Are you sure?!

 

VIOLA

I’m a woman. I know. Well that and the weeks of random nausea and the desire to run into nature and kill an animal with my teeth.

 

(Laughter)

 

GEORGE

Give me a minute will ya?

 

VIOLA

Sure.

 

(Viola goes back in the bedroom. George, breathing hard, goes to belt out “Fuccckkkkk!” but it is bleeped out. George exits and slams the door which wakes Herman.)

 

HERMAN

George? That you? …It’s cold in here.

 

(Herman takes Uriel’s robe, which until this point has been used as a pillow and covers himself in it. Thus rendering him invisible. All three angels turn to him at the same time.)

 

MUNKAR and METATRON

Oh sh—

 

METATRON

The Robe!

 

URIEL

Wild card!

 

(Laughter. The lights suddenly cut to black and a random commercial is projected onto the screen.)

 

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Commercial Break #1

 

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      (A car screeches to a stop and the sounds of Beth getting in car)

 

 

BETH

Thanks for the ride, Cindy. I really need to get me car worked on but it is so EXPENSIVE!

 

CINDY

Take it to Hackett's.

 

BETH

Hackett's, are they good?

 

CINDY

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BETH

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CINDY

Yup. Picked it up this morning..

 

BETH

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      (Cut to:)

 

ANNOUNCER

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Scene 4 (cont’d)

 

(And now back to our play already in progress. The silly bass line plays again as Viola and George both enter the apartment. Herman appears to be half asleep)

 

GEORGE

Where’s Herman?

 

VIOLA

I don’t know. But he’s not here.

 

GEORGE

Good.

 

VIOLA

George…

 

GEORGE

Are you sure it’s mine?

 

VIOLA

Who else could it be?

 

GEORGE

Well if you were willing to sleep with me then, anybody?

 

(Ohhhhs! Herman appears to be listening while going in and out of consciousness)

 

VIOLA

Well you were the one who asked if a condom is a type of bird!

 

(Laughter)

 

GEORGE

I said no such thing.

 

VIOLA

Then Old faithful couldn’t even wait for my answer.

 

(Laughter)

 

GEORGE

So what do you want me to do about it? It’s not like there’s a planned parenthood next door.

 

(Herman is now listening although he is weak and doesn’t want to move)

 

VIOLA

I don’t know. Help me take care of it. With Herman ill, I don’t know where to turn to.

 

GEORGE

Maybe if you hadn’t cheated on him.

 

VIOLA

Says his best friend… who, funny enough, is fathering his girl friends baby!

 

(Oooohs)

 

GEORGE

Keep it down. Yuri might hear you.

 

VIOLA

Yuri? You doing the “horizontal bop” with her too?

 

GEORGE

That’s personal. But yes, I am. Like 3 times a night. Can you blame her?

 

VIOLA

I guess not… You have the whole last package of meat at the meat counter thing going for you. The only better solution is abstinence but screw it, world ended. You are literally the last slab of meat available.

 

(Ooooohs)

 

 

GEORGE

Slab. I like that. So being a “slab”, naturally I’m bigger?

 

VIOLA

Staying away from that one.

 

      (Laughter)

 

GEORGE

I am. Aren’t I? And you have to answer. Him and I have years of wagers riding on this. So much that even a declining to answer means I am the victor.

 

VIOLA

Nope.

 

GEORGE

Nope as in I’m not or you aren’t talking?

 

VIOLA

Nope.

 

     

      (Laughter)

 

GEORGE

Come on! Give me something. I already know I am. I know I am. I just want to hear it. I need validation. Come on Vi. Please. I ate SPAM for you. I’ve sacrificed too much to be left hanging like this. I mean… I have brutally massacred mutant after mutant to keep you safe and will have to pull double duty with you unfit to take watch. You owe me for that at least.

 

VIOLA

... Fine. It’s true.

 

GEORGE

I did it!!!

 

VIOLA

Well now you can do your Euro-trash girlfriend. Cause I. Am. Done with your ass and have been since that night. Congrats. To me, you were one of many. But to a girl like that… you might as well be named Oscar Meyer, take a number and wait in the hall. 

 

(Laughter)

 

GEORGE

Hey! You got her wrong. She is a stand up kind of lady. I’d take her to meet my mother if I could. She’s always singing the Lords praises... Maybe the three of us should pray together.

 

VIOLA

Just because I am even slightly jealous doesn’t mean I want to ride the “Denzel” again. I owe it to Herman.

 

GEORGE

Well there is always room for one more on our love train.

 

VIOLA

Could you say that any more disgustingly?

 

GEORGE

Ummm… Yeah.

 

(George whispers into Viola’s ear. She instantly slaps him with the force of a frying pan. Laughter)

 

GEORGE

In all seriousness, what are we going to tell Herman?

 

VIOLA

I don’t know. We could say I was drugged and my dealer did it.

 

GEORGE

Yeah. That’s good. You mentioned that before.

 

VIOLA

I mean, that happened a year ago but Herman doesn’t know that.

 

GEORGE

No. It’s good. And he’ll sympathize.

 

VIOLA

I hate to lie to him. I just don’t want you two killing each other.

 

GEORGE

Only if he recovers. Hate to put it on him now.

 

VIOLA

Alright. You’re right.

 

GEORGE

You sure you don’t want another go?

 

VIOLA

Not until I absolutely have to or I’m dead. If that happens: Go to town.

 

(Laughter)

 

GEORGE

What is that?

 

VIOLA

What is what?

 

GEORGE

Coulda swore I hear laughter.

 

VIOLA

It’s the souls of all our friends and loved ones laughing at the irony that even at the end of days; the same soap operatic, sit-com-y hogwash goes down. And if it continues J.R. is going to get shot.

 

(Laughter. George hears it. Looks curiously up and above the audience.)

 

GEORGE

Yeah must be. I hated J.R. in the remake.

 

(George grabs Alice and exits)

 

VIOLA

Aggghh. This cannot get any worse.

 

(Herman sits up. Viola see’s him. She startles. He is improved but still visibly sick)

 

VIOLA

Herman? When did you?

 

HERMAN

I heard everything.

 

VIOLA

I… never wanted to hurt you.

 

HERMAN

I know… you didn’t. Its not like we were exclusive at the time.

 

VIOLA

I was really really messed up.

 

HERMAN

Did you drink with him?

 

VIOLA

I came over after the clubs and honestly wanted to find you home. But it was just George. He had this fruity punch drink he was drinking.

 

HERMAN

Fruit punch and Everclear. That’s his “I wanna regret tonight” drink of choice. 180 proof of reasons not to drink that shit.

 

VIOLA

We drank a few cups… Then I kissed him, he kissed me. I don’t know how it happened.

 

HERMAN

You were cross-faded and he was trashed. To a hypersexual like him, stars were colliding. He has never had it in him to know better.  

 

(Gasps)

 

VIOLA

How do you mean?

 

HERMAN

You think you are the first of my lady friends to fall into his lap. All of them in fact. But always after we split up.  

 

VIOLA

For what? What kind of tragic event could trigger that kind of behavior?

 

HERMAN

I was elected class President in 7th grade and he had to settle for treasurer…

 

      (Laughter)

 

No seriously. That’s what started the snowball. Everything turned into a contest after that.

 

VIOLA

So why your girlfriends?

 

HERMAN

Why do ball players’ juice up? Anything to get ahead or prove he’s my equal, I guess. It’s sad but you have to admit that everything about him, even his sense of humor, pushes women away.

 

VIOLA

Not everything.

 

HERMAN

I was really hoping that I was dreaming that part of the conversation. Is he…?

 

VIOLA

Sorry.

 

HERMAN

Well I owe him like 200 bucks.

 

(Laughter. Maybe even slightly misplaced or forced)

 

VIOLA

So all of this to get back at you for something you did… that wasn’t even your fault?

 

HERMAN

Sounds about right. It’s small man syndrome. Why do you think he polishes his guns and his knob with the same intensity?

 

VIOLA

Magic fingers... And you are best friends?

 

(Laughter)

 

HERMAN

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

 

VIOLA

Who actually said that?

 

HERMAN

I don’t know. It’s a cliché.

 

(Laughter. A slide: “It was probably Machiavelli” followed by “…An epic douche”. A second slide: “Or Sun Tzu. Who the heck knows?)

 

 

VIOLA

So what are you going to do?

 

HERMAN

Not what I am going to do. Right, Beth?

 

(Herman squats down and looks at Beth. He doesn’t touch it)

 

VIOLA

So when did you suddenly get better?

 

(Laughter. Blackout. Commercial Break #2. Lights stay up on the angels)

 

Commercial Break #2

 

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Scene 4 (cont’d… again)

 

(We return to our play currently in progress. More somber entrance music is played)

 

MUNKAR

You see what you caused?!

 

URIEL

What are you droning on about?

 

MUNKAR

That is why the practice of the wildcard was abandoned. Too many times it mucked things up!

 

URIEL

So? Chances are he heard that conversation even without my cloak.

 

METATRON

She is right. That conversation is a fixed point, we estimated he would find out in this or a similar way at a 80% chance. We are back on schedule… albeit in a unique manor.

 

MUNKAR

How do you mean?

 

METATRON

Trial 8. Survival.

 

URIEL

A choice.

 

MUNKAR

Die quickly or live a life in never ending pain.

 

METATRON

The fate of all rest in that mans hands.

 

GABRIEL (Unseen)

WRONG! Cancel the CBS.

 

METATRON

Who’s there?

 

(A well dressed angel steps out into some light. It is Gabriel. He/she is dressed in a fine slim suit and tie, fedora, and golden wings. He/she also smokes clove cigarettes. There is no doubt in anyone’s minds that Gabriel is the true target for Uriel’s love and attention)

 

GABRIEL

It is the decision of the overseers.

 

MUNKAR

Gabriel?

 

URIEL

You came.

 

METATRON

And why are we blessed by your presence today?

 

GABRIEL

I have been sent by the boss to oversee the final trial.

 

METATRON

That’s absurd. I have seniority.

 

 

GABRIEL

These aren’t my orders. Relax old timer. You will remain in control until I decide to execute my jurisdiction.

 

METATRON

And what is your assignment?

 

GABRIEL

That at any time I can enforce the opinion of the overseers. Whether the trial or whole operation is complete or not.

 

METATRON

I understand.

 

(Metatron and Gabriel pull close and talk quietly between themselves)

 

URIEL

I missed you Gabriel.

 

MUNKAR

Forgot about George that quickly huh?

 

URIEL

Who? Oh him. Who cares? Gabriel’s here. Just look at the girth of those wings.

 

MUNKAR

You know they can hear you.

 

URIEL

I know…

 

METATRON

Enough of this drivel. Let the beginning of the end, begin.

 

GABRIEL

Well said. May I? Before we begin. Uriel, put on your cloak. This game has gone long enough.

 

(Gabriel walks onto the stage which lights up. Grabs her cloak and throws it at her.)

 

GABRIEL

When will you stop taking so many chances?

 

URIEL

I love you.

 

GABRIEL

We know. You tell me every time you see me but this obsession has to end. It was only a single night.

 

URIEL

Our nights last decades. I have the place up here to myself. Wanna come blow your horn?

 

 

GABRIEL

I… I… we need you at the top of your game. Shape up soldier and get out of those embarrassing clothes. You’re an angel of G.O.D. damn it. Show some pride.

 

(Uriel easily rips away her hand-me-downs revealing her Crusader attire. Salutes)

 

URIEL

Sir.

 

METATRON

Let us get this over with.

 

(Lights go down. A slide pops up: “INTERMISSION”)

 

(Second slide: You have 30 seconds to stand up and stretch. Please do so now. The slides count down from 30 and ends.)

 

END OF ACT 2

 

 

 

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ACT 3

 

Scene 1

 

(First slide: Thank you for participating in our mandatory exercise routine. Please be seated)

 

      (Second slide: 6 weeks and 2 days after)

 

      (Third slide: Trial 8: Welp. There goes the neighborhood… again)

 

(Lights rise on the living room. George rests with his feet up, drinking a bottle of water, and reads from Sun Tzu’s The Art of War.  He smokes as he flips through it. He is absorbing everything he is reading and enjoying it a little too much)

 

GEORGE

Yes…yes! I get it now. War is more about acquiring resources... but bloodshed sends a message. So both must be done at regular intervals. Fascinating. What’s next? Machiavelli’s The Prince?

 

(Viola who enters at some point during George’s crazy time finally makes herself known as she walks to the cupboard to grab a bottle of water)

 

GEORGE

Good morning star shine. Still preggers?

 

VIOLA

Fuck off.

 

GEORGE

Whoa. Where’d the hostility come from?

 

VIOLA

Don’t.

 

GEORGE

You still going on about that?

 

VIOLA

I can’t drink. I can’t smoke. You have practically taken away the only thing that kept me sane. So yeah, I kinda wanna shove your face in the food processor and set it on maximum. Maybe I could even feed the dying mutant animals you’ve been murdering your puréed flesh.

 

GEORGE

…You should be happy. Now you have a higher purpose.

 

VIOLA

Morning sickness and a strong desire to bludgeon you with a hammer?

 

GEORGE

I was talking about the baby. You get to be a mother! It’s the greatest gift of all.

 

 

VIOLA

Bull fucking shit. It’s the greatest gift if you want it. Otherwise, this shit is terrible. I would totally stab a man for a ½ pound veggieburger with extra pickles, spicy mustard and avocado right now. But I can’t because it doesn’t exist anymore. So thanks for that great fucking gift.

 

GEORGE

You’re wel-- come.

 

VIOLA

Are you impervious to sarcasm?

 

GEORGE

No. I just tune you out when I hear that tone in your voice, if I’m being honest.

 

VIOLA

Well that explains a lot.

 

GEORGE

Sorry? You were saying something?

 

VIOLA

Maybe you’d have a relationship longer than 3 weeks if you even pretended to actually give a damn. Your dick seems to be the only topic that keeps your attention.

 

GEORGE

That’s most men, sweetheart. Even when you think we’re listening we’re just debating how deep your throat goes.

 

VIOLA

Cause y’all toxic as fuck. Nearly the lot of you. Herman tries but the rest of you, I just want to banshee scream at you until your eardrums rupture.

 

GEORGE

The only thing you were screaming was for me to “Break the damn and flood Isengard”. Quite forcibly, if I recall.

 

VIOLA

You fuckin’ said that! I can’t be Isengard. It’s a tower! Dumbass. I actually thought you were having a stroke when you then bit my collar bone and started shaking like a Tickle-Me-Elmo. Your “O” face looks like brain trauma.

 

GEORGE

You remember that?

 

VIOLA

I do remember some of that night.

 

GEORGE

You do? Like, all 3 times?

 

VIOLA

Yes, Bill Cosby. A lot of it actually. I find your surprise about this a little startling to be honest. This “B” can hold her liquor.

 

GEORGE

You were already absolutely sloshed when your Uber dropped you off and I was half a bottle into my no-no juice already.

 

VIOLA

“No-no juice?”

 

GEORGE

No memories, no regrets.

 

VIOLA

Herman thinks you got me stupid drunk and I’m starting to agree with him. Because that name is date-rapey as fuck.

 

GEORGE

It’s my blackout drunk drink! I missed out on this spring board at work and wanted to drink her out of my head. So I was drinking. Then we were drinking! You drank what I was drinking. It’s not like I knew you were even coming by. He wants to make all these accusations but he’s just mad I succeeded where he’s failed for all these years.

 

VIOLA

Being hated by every woman left on Earth?

 

GEORGE

No, passing on ones genes and keeping their bloodline alive. It’s every man’s righteous purpose. Civilization doesn’t get this far if we didn’t.  

 

VIOLA

You see this as a victory, don’t you? Just gotta one-up Herman and create another of God’s little miracles. Like I don’t want to hate you, George, but you make it damn difficult. You may have won this little victory but every night I am in Herman’s bed, stroking Herman’s hair, waking to his kisses down my neck. Herman loves me and that wins any war.  

 

GEORGE

And where is good ole Herman today?

 

VIOLA

Probably out looking for you. He wants to kick your ass and I don’t blame him.

 

GEORGE

Yeah well he should know he could find me at home.

 

VIOLA

You’ve been m.i.a. two days! He’s out scouring house after house calling out your name.

 

GEORGE

At least someone is. I went looking for Yuri. Woke up the other day and she was just gone. Didn’t take any of her stuff. There were no tracks. She just simply vanished. Like she didn’t even exist in the first place.

 

VIOLA

Good. Never trusted her. It always felt like she was hiding something.

 

GEORGE

She did bring us medicine.

 

VIOLA

Conveniently what we needed and how much we needed. It’s suspicious as hell. Plus I’m still worried that Herman might be sick with something worse. He seems delusional when he sleeps.

 

GEORGE

Hell, I’d take a delusion over reality these days.

 

VIOLA

Last night he told me that he could see everyone’s souls when he sleeps. Walking around like nothing had happened. Like this isn’t reality.

 

GEORGE

So do I. That doesn’t make him delusional.

 

VIOLA

Do you think this is what Purgatory is like?

 

GEORGE

Don’t think like that. Purgatory was just a Catholic lie to raise money in the renaissance. Its the OG 700 club.

 

VIOLA

I know. Its just last night when we were sleeping I rolled over and noticed him staring at me. He looked me deep in the eyes and told me that all of this was just a test and that we’re failing. It scared me.

 

GEORGE

He was dreaming. It’s not the first time he’s fallen asleep with his eyes cracked.

 

VIOLA

No. Not cracked. Wide open. It scared me, George. He didn’t blink. Not once. I looked away for a moment and when I looked back he was asleep. Then the next morning he didn’t remember any of it.

 

GEORGE

Everyone cracks after a while. We both did. It’s about time he did as well.

 

VIOLA

Don’t rush to justify it. Something feels wonky.

 

GEORGE

I honestly think it’s your hormones playing tricks with you. He’s just feeling restless and you’re reading too much into it.

 

VIOLA

Oh fuck you.

 

GEORGE

Well you can through the third trimester. Hear it actually helps encourage labor.

 

 

 

VIOLA

Really? Is that where your brain always returns to? Sex? Sex! Sex!! SEX!!! Ugh! Just once could you just shut your god blessed mouth and rub my damn feet?

 

(The loud burst of a shotgun blast)

 

HERMAN

      (Off in the distance)

George! GEORGE!

 

(Another shotgun blast)

 

HERMAN

      (Closer but still offstage)

GEORGE!!!

 

VIOLA

Well. Probably best to keep things chill. No running off.

 

GEORGE

I’m done running anyway.

 

(Two more gunshots. The sound of mutants dying)

 

HERMAN

GEEOOORRRGGGEEE!

 

(Herman vigorously slams the door open. He is all bloodied up with mutant blood. He wears a torn up white shirt and is wearing mismatched shoes. He comes across as very John McClane-esc)

 

HERMAN

George!

 

GEORGE

Christ Herman. You look like you’re from a Nick Cage movie.

 

VIOLA

We should get you cleaned up.

 

HERMAN

We need to talk.

 

GEORGE

Alright. Just put the 12 gauge down.

 

HERMAN

No. I won’t. And do you know why?

 

GEORGE

It feels good in your hands? Like it has always belonged in them.

 

 

 

 

HERMAN

Yessssss. My God… I wasn’t expecting that. But holy shit is this thing smooth. My shoulder doesn’t even hurt. That aside, we all need to talk. Honest come to Jesus moment.

 

GEORGE

Fine.

 

VIOLA

I’ll give you some time alone.

 

HERMAN

No. Please. You’re in on this as well.

 

VIOLA

Then put the down the shotgun. I don’t want to feel captive to the conversation.

 

GEORGE

Her name is Alice.

 

VIOLA

Sorry, can we please put down Alice?

 

HERMAN

Fair enough. It’s out of ammo anyway.

 

(Puts down Alice the shotgun)

 

VIOLA

Thank you.

 

GEORGE

Will you sit?

 

HERMAN

I’d rather not.

 

GEORGE

Then spill it.

 

HERMAN

I’ve been doing some serious thinking the last few weeks.

 

GEORGE

What else is there to do?

 

HERMAN

Do you always have to interject like that? I’m trying to come to a point here, damn it.

 

(George crosses his arms)

 

HERMAN

First off, I don’t give two shits about what has happened between you two.

 

 

VIOLA

Herm—

 

HERMAN

Please.  I wasn’t in the right headspace when I found out about you two. I’m still mad and you’re still an asshole, George. That doesn’t change the fact that we all need each other right now. We don’t have time for fighting amongst ourselves. You’re my best friends. If you two want to have your fun, I won’t stop you.

 

VIOLA

But I don’t.

 

HERMAN

That’s great. Cause there is no sugar-coating it anymore. Winter is coming soon and we’re stronger together than we are apart. What do you say George?

 

GEORGE

So what? Is this the part where I am expected to apologize that your girlfriend came onto me?

 

HERMAN

The problem isn’t that she came onto you. It’s that you didn’t come somewhere else. You do that, we’re not having this conversation right now. But no, you just had to plant your stake in this affair.

 

GEORGE

You weren’t exclusive!

 

HERMAN

Common bro-code is to not sleep with your best friend’s lady friend. Exclusive or not!

 

GEORGE

And bro-code also says you shouldn’t hunt your friends with a shotgun! You settle it man to man. With fists!

 

HERMAN

Typical George deflection. The shotgun was for the mutants. I just wanted to talk. 

 

GEORGE

FUNNY WAY TO SHOW IT! I saw you screaming my name firing into buildings.

 

HERMAN

At mutants!

 

GEORGE

Oh yeah, what was your headcount?

 

HERMAN

27.

 

GEORGE

Respectable. But no, I am not going to apologize because I did nothing wrong. Sure I may have taken her to Boston a few times, but that’s between two consenting adults.

VIOLA

Boston?

 

HERMAN

Best if you don’t know. It’s okay. It is. Really. I see what the issue truly is.

 

(Herman looks George in the eyes, smiles, then grabs his face and plants a big smooching kiss on his lips. Viola laughs as George struggles and pushes Herman away)

 

GEORGE

What the hell?! Fucking fruit-

 

HERMAN

Don’t deny you liked it. Is that why you sabotage all my relationships? You just want a big ole slice of Herman in you. I’m the common denominator. How else am I supposed to read it? Obviously you’re obsessed with me. Well here I am George. Viola won’t care.

 

VIOLA

Right.

 

HERMAN

There’s nothing to be ashamed of anymore. It’s a new world. We can live any way we want. You said so yourself.

 

GEORGE

I don’t care. You are not putting any part of you in me.

 

HERMAN

So you’re a top. That’s cool.

 

GEORGE

DUDE. This is not funny.

 

VIOLA

No it’s sexy.

 

GEORGE

Wha--… really?

 

VIOLA

Oh yeah. Let’s be honest, I’m more of a slash fiction fan but you dudes love lesbian porn, right? Do you think I only watch straight porn when we could just call you up for the real thing? What better than two good looking dudes going at it? Lots of women love a good sword fight whether they want to admit it or not.

 

HERMAN

It’s true. It’s also our best shot at living peacefully under one roof.

 

GEORGE

Answer is still no.

 

HERMAN

It’s okay George.

 

GEORGE

No it’s not. You come in here all John McClane like but then you pull this Chasing Amy bullshit on me? I’m so confused and angry and confused and more angry and I don’t know what to think.

 

HERMAN

What’s there to be confused about? It’s simple. The man takes his penis--

 

GEORGE

Will you give it a fucking rest! I am not going to fuck you or let you fuck me. The only person I have any interest in is Viola and I’m sure that bridge has dried up.

 

VIOLA

… Thanks?

 

GEORGE

What’s more is that I have no goddamn clue how you even got this idiotic idea in that perfectly shaped head of yours. I. Am. Not. Gay!

 

VIOLA

Heteroflexible maybe? But he has a point Herm. Neither of us could walk right for a week. Just being honest.

 

HERMAN

I really didn’t need to know that. That still doesn’t answer why you willingly sabotage all of my relationships?

 

GEORGE

Oh I don’t know maybe because I am tired of you always being better than me. Herman’s the starting wide receiver. Herman gets all the pretty girls. Herman gets into the fancy private college. Herman leads us through doomsday. Maybe I wanted to show you that I could do something as well as you.

 

HERMAN

Like knocking someone up? Good job. Beat me there. That was the ONE THING that you knew you could always beat me at. The one thing! You didn’t have to prove that at all. 100% a given.  

 

GEORGE

You know what I mean.

 

VIOLA

Pretty terrible argument, dude.

 

HERMAN

Who else did you did you get a little cavalier with? I’m sure you’ve always thought the risk was hot. Always willing to splurge on the plan B. Should the need arise.

 

GEORGE

It doesn’t matter what I say. You wouldn’t believe me anyway.

 

HERMAN

How many more of my exes? Was the final tally closer than I realize?

 

GEORGE

No. You know about the rest. They were rebounds. I’m the Dennis Rodman to your Scotty Pippen.

 

HERMAN

I’m not MJ?

 

GEORGE

Be grateful I gave you Pippen.

 

VIOLA

What the hell are you two talking about? Speak non-sports please.

 

HERMAN

It really doesn’t matter. Still! Learn to use a rubber for Christ sakes! How could you keep jeopardizing your future? Now I’m glad you weren’t in charge. God knows what kind of shit you’d do.

 

GEORGE

The real Herman has arrived; niceties in one hand, bitter judgmental mid western passive aggressivism in the other hand.

 

HERMAN

I bet you didn’t wrap it with Yuri either.

 

GEORGE

She said she can’t get pregnant! So of course I didn’t. She even asked me not to waste them. 

 

HERMAN

Fucking reckless.

 

VIOLA

Guys… Let’s cool down. Have a drink.

 

HERMAN

You have no restraint. You just leap before you look and it’s going to end poorly for you someday.

 

GEORGE

Yeah well at least I am living, Mr. fucking robot. Strict schedules, exercise routines and constant hounding of people for their caloric and water intake isn’t a way to live! You can’t comprehend how so unbearably miserable you have gotten since high school. Always playing by everyone else’s rules, being the good little tin man with the heart of gold. I’m grateful that Viola has managed to pull that stick out of your ass a little but you are still so stuck up on yourself that the flagpole you’re sitting on is the size of your own fucking ego.

 

HERMAN

My ego is tiny compared to that wicked case of small man syndrome you got going right now. Has our entire friendship just been one big pissing contest? You just keep coming back trying to one up me, too stupid and stubborn to realize you’ll always be runner up.

 

VIOLA

George, he-

 

GEORGE

No! That’s it. That is it! I’m done with this bullshit. You have insulted me for the last time. You have insulted my lifestyle, my faith, my political affiliations, you have called me queer, and you have forced me to do this.

 

(George picks up Miho, his sword)

 

GEORGE

Let’s settle this. Right now.

 

HERMAN

Fine. Another thing I can be better than you at. Where’s Beth?

 

VIOLA

I put it away. As you should be putting away all the weapons.

 

HERMAN

That’s alright. No one has used this yet.

 

(Herman pulls out Ramona, the war hammer, from behind the counter. The two stand opposite each other.)

VIOLA

Whoa. Let’s not with the medieval weaponry.

 

GEORGE

You need to stand aside. Please.

 

HERMAN

It’ll be alright. I won’t kill him.

 

(George and Herman begin staring each other down all Leone-like. The sound of wind goes by the window accompanied by the sound of a squeaky window flap. Long pause.)

 

VIOLA

Hey, hey, hey now! Let’s not do this, guys. Please. For my sake… For the baby. Let’s just put down our weapons and smoke a fat bowl.

 

HERMAN

(Without turning)

You shouldn’t smoke.

 

GEORGE

(Also without turning)

It’s bad for the baby.

 

VIOLA

See? You both care. That’s all that matters. Now let’s all just be a family again.

 

GEORGE

We’re past that.

 

HERMAN

All I wanted was peace. Working together.

 

GEORGE

If we both live, maybe.

 

HERMAN

And if one of us dies?

 

GEORGE

The other protects Viola and the baby.

 

VIOLA

Well that’s nice and all but I want you both the way you are. Un-maimed. Now come on. We can have a good time. Anything you want. Don’t do this.

 

GEORGE

You may want to get behind something.

 

HERMAN

Bring it.

 

(The two continue to hesitate. The angels watch closely. But the wait goes longer and longer. Lights focus on the angels.)

 

GABRIEL

This is it. The fight for survival.

 

MUNKAR

They’re taking their sweet ass time.

 

URIEL

They just need some motivation and...

 

(Uriel pulls out a small remote and presses a button. Epic music (something along the line of O Fortuna) begins to play)

 

URIEL

Epic music!

 

MUNKAR

IT IS TIME!

 

METATRON

LET JUDGEMENT COME!

 

(Lights cut back to Herman and George who take their first big swing at each other. The music grows more and more epic. Their swings are slowed down for dramatic effect. Neither takes a potentially lethal swing but they clash and push each other off repeatedly.)

 

VIOLA

Stop this!

 

(The two continue to fight)

 

VIOLA

This is madness!

 

(The two clash together and push against each other)

 

GEORGE

Madness?! This is--

 

HERMAN

Don’t fucking say IT!

 

GEORGE

You always ruin my fun!!!

 

(The two push each other across the room.)

 

HERMAN

Had enough yet?!

GEORGE

I just started dancing.

 

HERMAN

What does that even mean?

 

GEORGE

En garde!

 

(They continue taking slow swings at each other)

 

URIEL

Yawn. This is too New Hope.

 

GABRIEL

Quiet.

 

URIEL

No really. That Vader / Obi Wan fight is slow as hell. Let’s go prequel trilogy on this.

 

(She presses another button. Yakity Sax begins to play.)

 

URIEL

Shi- gosh darn disc-man. Wrong tack.

 

(She presses the button again and again to no avail. She shrugs and Herman and George’s fight speeds up three fold. Focus shifts back to them. *NOTE* Please for goodness sake don’t make their weapons potentially lethal in any way. Not comically fake but made of balsa wood or plastic. Compromising safety isn’t worth a laugh*)

 

VIOLA

Ahh!

 

(George and Herman begin to fight quickly and chase each other around the room. Viola, caught in the mix begins to run around to avoid them. Finally Herman slips, falls, and loses his hammer. George goes to stab him when everyone on stage freezes. Lights focus in on the angels, mainly Gabriel.)

 

 

GABRIEL

And now that is my cue. Time to intervene.

 

MUNKAR

You choose now? Right when things are getting interesting?

 

METATRON

Now, now, now… This is MY operation. We will see this through until the end.

 

GABRIEL

Ah yes. But it is not your decision. If George lands that blow, Herman will most certainly die and this operation will be over. But if he misses mankind will survive. It is time for the overseers to decide. They have voted and now like Caesar standing before the coliseum, they decide their fate.

 

URIEL

But what about us?

 

GABRIEL

You have served your purpose. Stand back Uriel and be prepared to execute sentence.

 

URIEL

Why do you sound like you already know the results?

 

GABRIEL

Of course I do. I knew the result the second I stepped in door. “The writing was on the wall” as the humans would say. This whole Operation was doomed the minute you chose them.  

 

URIEL

They weren’t going to kill each other. Trust us. We’ve watched them for months now. George is just as likely to rip a big fart right now and this whole thing ends in laughs. It’s been like this for months, drama after drama.

 

GABRIEL

It sounds as if you have become emotionally compromised. I must say that I am questioning your objectivity.

 

URIEL

What was the point of all of this if the whole Operation was already decided?! Of course I am emotional. We were stationed here to observe these humans and what purpose would it have if we didn’t empathize with their plight? If they die, they die. But we can still feel sorry for them.

 

MUNKAR

Uriel… he’s right. We must remain objective on this. If we don’t he could invalidate the whole test.

 

METATRON

It was one of the conditions of the test. Mankind’s hope for survival has always rested in the Overseer’s hands.

 

(Lights rise on the audience)

 

 

URIEL

Other humans?

 

GABRIEL

Of course. Mankind has always made its own path. Despite all the plagues, wars, famines, and horrors we have presented them, they have always managed to scrape by. But when they created their own means for self destruction, they crossed into a dark place that only clear heads and good judgment can resolve.  This time is no different. And now the results… drum roll please.

 

(Munkar and Uriel look at each other then finally start to roll their tongues)

 

GABRIEL

When posed the question of choosing death or a life of pain the overseers have decided 54 percent to 46 percent in favor of… of...OF…. extinction.

 

URIEL

Go figure. These are the same people who don’t believe in climate change.

 

MUNKAR

It is decided then.

 

METATRON

Come. We must get on with it.

 

URIEL

It doesn’t feel right.

 

GABRIEL

Regardless, it is G.O.D.’s will.

 

(Gabriel snaps his fingers and the lights drop off the audience and focus on the stage)

 

HERMAN

No!

 

(George goes to stab but Herman grabs George’s sword arm and reverses the blade so that it runs George through.)

 

GEORGE

Son of a bitch! Oww! Is it sticking out the back? Oh. Fuck it is. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was the field manual wasn’t it? Of course it fucking was. Whooo. Okay. So this is dying.  

 

(George stumbles back and falls against a wall)

 

VIOLA

George! We need to get towels.

 

GEORGE

Ugh… forget it. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. It’s not so bad once it’s in. Just feels wet.

 

HERMAN

…That’s what she said?

 

GEORGE

Heh… heh. Heh. Sorry I would laugh harder but this is kinda not fun right now. It was good though. You finally told a funny joke… on my death bed, floor, whatever I’m laying on right now. Kinda hard to see.  

 

HERMAN

Don’t say that.

 

GEORGE

What thee fuck else should I-? (Coughs) I wasn’t going to actually stab you… You competitive… son… of… aaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhhh…… bitch. I wonder if I will shit………………my………………oh my.

 

(George appears to be dead)

 

VIOLA

Herman… is he?

 

HERMAN

I’m sorry. He left me no choice.

 

VIOLA

I know.

 

HERMAN

He was totally going to stab me, right?

 

VIOLA

Oh yeah. Lunged eagerly with intent to penetrate.

 

HERMAN

Penetrate?

 

VIOLA

He has a face when he…

 

(She hugs Herman. Behind them George is still sort of alive and begins to pull the sword out of his abdomen and stumble up)

 

VIOLA

Why did it come down to this…?

 

HERMAN

We still have each other.

 

VIOLA

Hey! George is moving.

 

HERMAN

George?

 

GEORGE

I WINNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

 

(George charge thrusts at Herman. Herman still hugging Viola spins her away from the blade but both get run through. George falls)

 

GEORGE

Your hope…dies…

 

(George dies for real this time. Viola and Herman stare at each other pinned together by the sword. They do not talk. Herman tries to but Viola silences him. Herman runs his hand through her hair. He pulls her face to his and they kiss as they fall to the ground. They die)

 

URIEL

What a waste…

 

MUNKAR

Well… It’s no different than the billions of others that went before them.

 

URIEL

There is going to be so much paperwork for this one. But then what? Earth was kind of the only life I knew.

 

(Munkar shrugs and there is an extremely long awkward moment as the angels all look at each other like they are out of a job. The bodies of George, Herman, and Viola release their bowls. This is drawn out to ridiculous measures. Very juicy. There is a slight chuckle)

 

URIEL

I’m so glad that we are actually all eyes and wings and no noses inside these vessels.

 

METATRON

Indeed. Now we wait for HQ to pick us all up. They’ll put the overseers in cold storage incase they want to restart the Earth project. Then reassignment. I’ll have performance reviews by the end of the week. 

 

(The Angels all nod. Gabriel lights a cigarette. The awkward moment continues a good while until the audience plant, (remember the audience plant?) gets up.)

 

PLANT

Okay... is this like over? That’s the ending? That’s really what you went with? Worlds fucked. Now we are like what? Seeds? Breeding stock? Fuck that. I’ll take my chances out that door in the wastelands you left us. 

 

      (She starts to leave. Gabriel blocks her path)

 

GABRIEL

Excuse me overseer. Now where do you think you are going?

 

PLANT

We’re done here. Aren’t we? No point staying if you killed everyone off. Now as fun as staring at the corpses of 4 people is, I for one have no interest in being put into cold storage. Definitely not worth the 50 bucks you paid us to be part of this “University Study”. You know I did the math. We’ve been here for 44 days and like 8 hours. You are only paying us three and a half cents an hour! That’s like Nike sweatshop wages.

 

 

 

GABRIEL

Your reward will be much greater, I assure you. But the trial is not finished until its results are certified by the director.    

 

PLANT

What else can you possible test them on? Which body craps the loudest?! Who decays first? You people... or whatever you are, are sick. Now move out of my way. Please!

 

GABRIEL

Fine. By all means. Looks like I found one of the forty-six percent.

 

(The plant turns back)

 

PLANT

Damn right I was one of them. The decision of life or death of an entire species cannot be summed up in one messed up little “would you rather…” question as you enter the testing room. Certainly not an audience of what? (Insert number of patrons in audience) people? 

 

GABRIEL

And why not?

 

PLANT

Because human beings are more complicated than that. I mean look at us. Two thirds of us are probably jerks. 10 to 20 percent got here stoned, drunk, or on something. I was chatting with my bestie, Brooke, about that bogus chem final and thought you were asking how you would kill someone. Torture or bang bang. Only chose life by accident. I’m sure there are even some dummies who didn’t even vote because they thought their vote wouldn’t matter or that is just rigged. That’s the world we live in now. We’re complex and contradictory as fuck. We have atheists who act more like Christ then the bible thumpers trying to get meat, fish, and bread excluded from food stamps. Hell the man himself gave two of those out for free. Kinda made a big deal about it too. We kill each other in the millions in the name of peace. We like nacho cheese Doritos when cool ranch is clearly better. We chose a night of trashy tv over a night at the theatre. We don’t make sense and that’s why you find us interesting. It’s also why we don’t deserve the judgement of this misled kangaroo court. We suck. But we’re also kinda awesome. It can’t be quantified.

 

URIEL

It’s true Gabe. Have you seen them order coffee lately? 7 to 10 questions. Minimum. They are growing still, have some wrinkles to iron out, but deserve a fair shot.

 

GABRIEL

Doesn’t it all boil down to one question in the end? Live or die? Take care of your planet or let it fall to destruction? I asked them a simple question. Live or die. Not my fault if they were too stupid to get it. Let’s not forget that the Overseer’s involvement was only incited by our test subject’s actions. If those idiots play it cool and keep a straight head, mankind is still alive and kicking.

 

MUNKAR

Gabriel. I know death. I am a ferryman of the dead. That is my purpose. If I may, your question sucked and every audience is different. Given the clear

MUNKAR (cont’d)

choice people would not vote for death. Not without reward. Most are selfish with life.

 

PLANT

People want to live. They would just rather die then be tortured in the fucked up way you people do things. A life of torture isn’t life, its hell. No wonder some people chose God over that.  

 

GABRIEL

Every one of them has had the chance to make the world a better place and most have wasted it.  Even if they are selfish with life, they are wasteful with it. A species too stupid to vote for the wrong option doesn’t deserve to continue.

 

PLANT

Give us a chance! We may not be the best species but we’re a bunch of small surprises that add up to something greater than its parts.

 

URIEL

Please! Just give them a chance.

 

GABRIEL

They have had enough chances! I am tired of us bailing them out. What do we ever get from it? More data that we don’t use! The boss grows tired of this exercise! Why do you think he hasn’t been down here the past thousand years?! He wants to go on tour! Maybe try silicon based life instead of these carbon based beings that have decided to destroy the gifts we gave them. They deserve this fate!

 

METATRON

ENOUGH! Enough already! Gabriel your crazy is showing and you forget your place. I am the voice of G.O.D. and I think your message has been spoon fed enough.

 

PLANT

Just because a few of us are assholes doesn’t mean the majority of us aren’t. We’re just going through a phase where logic and reason don’t really apply. But we always pull through in the end.

 

METATRON

As the senior most authority I am instituting Amendment 1701 general order 22 subsection 32-B, paragraph 4, bullet point 5.

 

MUNKAR

Bullet point 5? No one may bring an animal with more than 3 noses to company functions without proper masking procedures.

 

METATRON

FINE. General Order 21, subsection 32-B, paragraph 4, bullet point 5. There? Happy, Munkar? Ya schmuck. If improper polling procedures are suspected, re-polling of the overseers is permitted if approved by a higher authority. You did the polling Gabriel and I am a higher authority. So I rule in favor of a re-polling of the overseers. This time with a more direct and clear question. All in favor?

 

 

URIEL

I second.

 

MUNKAR

And third.

 

GABRIEL

You can’t institute that amendment! I am under the direct supervision of the director thus you are not a higher authority.

 

METATRON

You also violated test protocol by having the polling take place before the trials even began. Can’t judge on evidence that hasn’t been presented.

 

GABRIEL

Bullshit. My polling took place while Herman was working out. He was being observed while polling proceeded

 

METATRON

Oh please. Do I look like I’m from Florida? Everyone may have been present but testing didn’t begin until the bell chimed 8 times.

 

GABRIEL

It was my discretion. I was given this task directly. I get to choose!

 

MUNKAR

And discredited everything they fought for without even watching it.  I won’t lie, it was impressive seeing them get this far, until you decided they must die in a strangely power trippy, I don’t want to be a poor mans Michael anymore, kind of way.

 

GABRIEL

You take that back!

 

URIEL

He’s not wrong, you handsome jerk-face. You and I are in the same pay group and yet you always try to one up everyone. You’re not inferior to Michael. He gets the same pay as us. We each get a quarter, right? You, me, Raphael, and Michael. At least people know who you are. Remember that…

 

METATRON

Alright. Enough of this drivel. Lights up! Thank you dear. Let me help you back to your seat.

 

(Lights on the audience rise as Metatron helps the Audience Plant back to her seat)

 

METATRON

Alright folks we are going to keep things short and sweet: Hands up all those who wish the human race to LIVE even if it is to struggle on.  

 

(Hands up. Hopefully)

 

GABRIEL

Time for something new to have a chance. All in favor of the extinction of the human race?

 

(Few if any hands up)

 

(***NOTE: If you get THAT audience that thinks it is funny to vote for death just to see what you would do, the Angels should leave in disgust. Saying things like “You people really are monsters…” and “Maybe we should try again with intelligent sea mammals. Maybe dolphins won’t be such jerks”. There is a LONG break where the focus shifts back to the corpses that are starting to go into rigor mortis and are farting even louder now. The Angels storm back in telling all the humans to go screw themselves and declare that everyone will “Thank us in the end!” And things skip to the next stage direction. Now if the audience votes for life, please disregard this stage direction and proceed to the next line.)

 

METATRON

The ayes have it. Gabriel you have served your purpose, the jurisdiction of the overseers has been implemented to their desires. You may return to base or rejoin the overseers.

 

(Gabriel looks like he wants to fight this but relents and slumps over in a corner. Uriel, Munkar, and Metatron all bring their hands into a prayer motion and there is a blackout. Viola, George, and Herman are spread out, standing, and isolated by narrow lights. The rest of the world stays black.)

 

VIOLA

What the shit? I feel so fucking bloated.

 

GEORGE

Where are we?

 

VIOLA

Judging by the cum stains on the carpet I would say we’re in your apartment. Yeah. I noticed. Use a towel.

 

GEORGE

Sorry I asked a simple question. Christ.

 

HERMAN

This is far too surreal but if I were to wager a guess I would say that… well… I….

 

VIOLA

Oh just spit it out! We’re all thinking it.

 

HERMAN

I think we’re dead… and this is like purgatory… or something.

 

VIOLA

Well no shit. Of course we’re dead! Twat waffle down there shish kabob-ed us with his sword.

 

GEORGE

He killed me first.

 

VIOLA

With your own sword as you lunged at him with it.

 

GEORGE

I did no such thing!

 

VIOLA

You made the face! Don’t you deny it. You made that “I’m gonna stick ya” face!

 

GEORGE

If I made a face when we hooked up it was because I was drunk and getting laid. I don’t have a “face”.

 

HERMAN

Guys—

 

VIOLA

And you couldn’t let it be. No. You just had to one up him. He killed you so you had to go for two.

 

GEORGE

I wasn’t aiming for you.

 

VIOLA

We were hugging. How would you miss me? And you aimed for the waist.

 

HERMAN

This isn’t helping. Let’s talk—

 

GEORGE

Are you really imply—

 

VIOLA

I don’t know George, what am I implying? Lets not lie, you were never going to be there for me or our baby. So why not remove the whole problem?

 

GEORGE

I was bleeding to death! I couldn’t think straight. You know damn well  I would never intentionally—

 

VIOLA

Well you did.

 

(In the dark the phrase “Now loading” is projected on the little screen. Only Herman notices it.)

 

GEORGE

This isn’t purgatory Herman. This is hell.

 

VIOLA

I don’t see how this could get any worse. I kind of miss being a corpse.

 

HERMAN

Do you see what that screen says? “Now Loading”.

 

GEORGE

Like a PC?

 

VIOLA

Uhh… My body is all tingly.

 

HERMAN

Mine too.

 

GEORGE

Oooh my balls. Tickles.

 

VIOLA

I can smell the apartment.

 

GEORGE

Hey guys. Look.

 

(George produces Alice the shotgun.)

 

GEORGE

Alice is back.

 

VIOLA

Is this our punishment? Reliving this?

 

HERMAN

No. I think something more is going on.

 

METATRON

And you would be right.

 

(Metatron, now without his cloak appears suddenly near George. He wears Hebrew robes and carries a staff. But his appearance is so sudden that :)

 

GEORGE

Oh F--!!!

 

(George shoots Metatron suddenly in the back. You can hear Gabriel laugh and slowly clap as the other Angels slowly remove their cloaks.)

 

GABRIEL

Bravo! Bravo! See what happens?

 

URIEL

Shut up Gabe. Put the gun down George.

 

GEORGE

Yuri?

 

(Lights rise on the apartment. All characters are visible to one another. Uriel and Munkar, now without their cloaks, are visible to the roommates. As is Gabriel who sits in the chair smugly and smoking a cigarette.)

 

GEORGE

Oh fuck. I fucking shot an angel.

 

 

VIOLA

Way to go, George! They’re probably here to help.

 

MUNKAR

Give him room and give me something to soak up the blood.

 

HERMAN

Who are you people?

 

MUNKAR

Less talk. More fetching. Towels. Water. Something.

 

HERMAN

You look like angels.

 

MUNKAR

And you look like you’re not helping.

 

GABRIEL

Give the man a diploma!

 

(Viola sees that Herman and George are too in their own shit to help. So she grabs a few towels from the kitchen)

 

HERMAN

How is this possible?

 

(Viola hands the towels and water to Munkar)

 

MUNKAR

Bless you.

 

URIEL

Look we’d love to sit down and give you the whole spiel but the spokesperson of our organization has been shot.

 

GEORGE

But you’re Angels?!

 

GABRIEL

Still mortal. We just live really, REALLY long lives. Now unless you want to piss off the big guy I’d suggest you lend a hand.

 

HERMAN

We should get him on his stomach. Luckily it was only birdshot.

 

VIOLA

I have some more gauze in the bathroom and the tweezers. George quickly or you’re never getting into heaven now.

 

GEORGE

Oh fuck fuck fuck.

 

(George grabs them and is back in record time)

 

HERMAN

Put more pressure on the wound.

 

METATRON

…I need a vacation.

 

URIEL

Quiet and don’t squirm. How’s it looking?

 

MUNKAR

It’s close but looks like it missed everything important.  If we treat it at our facility soon, he should survive.

 

METATRON

SHOULD?!

 

URIEL

He’s teasing. Do you have your paperwork up to date? Next of kin?

 

METATRON

Why do I not believe you?

 

URIEL

You never believed in Christ, why start believing me now?

 

HERMAN

Excuse me. Hi. Yes. Question. What is going on here?

 

VIOLA

George shot an Angel.

 

GEORGE

He startled me!

 

HERMAN

No. Gathered that. Sorry. Rewind. Who are you people?!

 

GABRIEL

Meet judge, jury, and executioner.

 

GEORGE

I knew something was making me act differently. Like I was a puppet.

 

GABRIEL

No. You’re just a dumbass who can’t believe his own incompetence.

 

GEORGE

Am I really that dumb?

 

URIEL

Just a bit… But you make up for it in different ways.

 

GEORGE

So… am I the first person to bork an angel?

 

MUNKAR

I knew you went through with it.

 

 

URIEL

SO report me. We have bigger problems than that. He’s still bleeding everywhere.

 

GEORGE

So wait… am I?

 

GABRIEL

Oh G.O.D. no. We’ve all had our fun with you. Our predecessors loved to mingle with your kind. But their abominations got in the way of proper testing. Hell, we had to banish Zeus to the copy room because he couldn’t stop ‘mingling’. It was embarrassing.

 

HERMAN

Testing?

 

URIEL

Science!

 

HERMAN

We’re lab mice?

 

(During Gabriel’s response a slide that reads “G.O.D. = the Genetic Observation Directive”)

 

GABRIEL

‘Fraid so chap… But don’t look so down. You’re not alone.  Operation Daisy has been one of the Genetic Observation Directives greatest accomplishments and it’s not even complete yet. That’s the beauty of it. There is nothing that is not testable and the full title is so catchy. “Operation Daisy: A full survey of defendants, jury, and judges in dire situations”. Just rolls off the tongue. I told you I was coming from the top with this one. You were all just 8 trials of a 46 trial test. We had other agents testing and being tested on all over the globe. You see, as an interstellar company grows it needs to look at itself as it branches out to find certain areas in need of improvement. It’s all about time management and making quick objective and worry-free decisions.  Time after time I sat there observing through the eyes of that disgusting now corpse of a cat and time after time I noted moments that were wasted out of pity for these small beings. I must admit, they did better than we anticipated. That does not hide the fact that we still expected them to die. There was no real hope for them. Three humans left to restore the world? These aren’t the days of Adam and Noah. These are the days of industry and decision making. That is why I am making one now. Trial 46. Reaction in the face of eminent doom.

 

(Gabriel pulls out a remote with a large red button on it)

 

URIEL

Gabriel, no! The directors kill switch?

 

MUNKAR

Put that down you son of a bitch. You don’t deserve to use that.

 

GABRIEL

You really thought I went into this trial without a back up plan?

 

 

URIEL

Does Director Clapton condone this?

 

HERMAN

Clapton? Eric Clapton is God?

 

GABRIEL

I try not to worry him with the little details. The director has hundreds of planets to worry about. Losing one venue is of minor concern.

 

METATRON

Gabriel. Wait. I was like you once.

 

GABRIEL

Enough of your tricks old man. I’ve already learned everything I can from you.

 

URIEL

Why use it now?

 

GABRIEL

Drama. Duh. We’re fucking Seraphim, Uriel. We can’t do anything subtle. Our very appearance would destroy these fragile meat sacks. I could tear away from this vessel and crush them right now... and god I want to. This guy ate a lot of Indian food before I inhabited his form. But what’s the fun in that? This is a much better final gambit.

 

(During Gabriel’s spiel Metatron looks to George who looks at the front door. Then to Viola who looks to the cupboard. Then to Herman who looks at Alice, the shotgun. Munkar and Uriel look to each other and nod.)

 

GABRIEL

Oh what’s the eye contact, Old Man? Trying to tell the idiot to shoot me? You old relic. For too long I have played second fiddle to the likes of you and those asshole prophets. But now I am no longer just the messenger. I will become the number one hand of G.O.D. corp. It is my time now and my first act of business is to cut loose those that hold us down. We will be feared and worshipped as we once were. Now is the time for Angels to become the dominant beings in the galaxy. And nothing, I repeat, NOTHING can get in our way.

 

METATRON

Except for us.

 

GABRIEL

Please. Not another one of your ancient tricks.

 

METATRON

Actually this is one the humans just helped me pick up.

 

GABRIEL

Humans? Please. The only thing they are good for is fucking and killing.

 

METATRON

Exactly.

 

URIEL

Now, Herman!

 

GABRIEL

No!

 

(Munkar slaps away the remote as Uriel pushes Gabriel towards the Metatron. Then Herman kicks the shotgun over to Metatron who picks it up and shoots as Gabriel reaches for the gun. He falls back injured but far from dead. Uriel and Munkar hold him up facing the Metatron)

 

GABRIEL

Please. It takes more than that to kill me. It would take the director or a tool of Satan to do that.

 

URIEL

You’re in luck.

 

MUNKAR

When we restored the world, we restored everything. Every place and every human.  This means…

 

METATRON

George!

 

(George flings open the door and behind it is Mrs. Bennett who now looks insanely demonic. (I’m talking like her hair and clothing defying gravity like demonic) The lights flicker and look like flame. Viola pulls out Beth)

 

MRS. BENNETT

I TOLD YOU! NO MUSIC AND NO DISRUPTING MY SHOW!!!!!!!!!!

 

VIOLA

Here you go Mrs. Bennett.

 

MRS. BENNETT

(Suddenly quite nice)

 

Thank you dear.

 

(Back to Demonic)

 

I KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE GABRIEL AND EARTH IS MY DOMAIN! NOT YOURS!

 

GABRIEL

Not Satan!

 

(Mrs. Bennett springs forward and stabs Gabriel in the chest)

 

MRS. BENNETT

Yes… me, brother. I’m the true villain, it’s my job. Not yours. Now crawl back to your master and beg his forgiveness. And when you see him tell him I said hi.

 

GABRIEL

You’ll pay.

 

 

MRS. BENNETT

Bitch please. I outrank you. I am the big kahoona’s real number one. You forget about us these days. For every light there is shadow. And it is very dark in that copy room. Now go before I take your parking pass and keys.

 

(The lights flicker and Gabriel flees. Mrs. Bennett, no longer possessed, now rests on the ground. Uriel and Munkar rush to the Metatron’s side.)

 

GEORGE

Hell is quite entertaining. Is it always like this?

 

URIEL

You’re not dead. You’re back where you were a few months ago.

 

HERMAN

That doesn’t explain everything.

 

URIEL

Look, we don’t have much time to explain. We have to get him back to HQ. So do you want the short version?

 

HERMAN

Yes. Anything.

 

URIEL

Oh boy. How to dumb this down for you…? Okay first off, we’re aliens. We build planets and test the people and beings we put on them. All this was a test. Ta da. You’re still alive. We also just killed you. We brought you back. Our co-worker went crazy and tried to kill all of us. Now we are back to where we were when we began.

 

VIOLA

I’m lost.

 

GEORGE

So there is no God?

 

MUNKAR

Oh no there is. He created us. Then we created you. So… really cute as it may be, you’re all wrong and we worship the real God. It’s okay. You didn’t know.

 

GEORGE

Who is the real God?

 

MUNKAR

An intelligent collective of spores that live outside the Andromeda galaxy. A bit un-dramatic but the spores traveled the universe before the big bang and converged with all the knowledge of the universe. It gave birth to us, your predecessors, and most of the life in the universe.

 

VIOLA

What a let down.

 

HERMAN

So if we are back at where we were does that mean none of this happened?

 

URIEL

Oh it happened. We can change time and we do it to you all daily. Now… Let me ask you. Do you really think that bad dreams are really just dreams?

 

HERMAN

Yes.

 

URIEL

Oh good. Denial is probably the best option. But for real, we have a guy who will pull you out of time and put you plummeting to the Earth just to test your fear reactions. He isn’t the best resetting you when he puts you back though. But I think that’s what makes it funny. Still... after these thousands of years.

 

GEORGE

And what about Mrs. Bennett?

 

MUNKAR

Dead. She lived off Lucifer’s will alone. But congrats she left you the building. Turns out you were the closest thing to family she had. Sad really.

 

METATRON

EXCUSE ME! I am bleeding all over this nice rug. We must go. Children of Babylon, your world is restored. Take better care of it this time.

 

VIOLA

Wait. What about my baby? Is it gone?

 

URIEL

Of course… not. Despite killing everyone rather frequently we’re actually pro-life. But Herman’s the father now.

 

HERMAN

What? How?

 

URIEL

Take a look.

 

(Herman looks into his pants)

 

HERMAN

I grew my testicle back!

 

GEORGE

So what now?

 

(There is an awkward pause)

 

VIOLA

Do you want to rock the gangj before you go? Least I can do is offer you a fresh bowl for saving our lives.

 

METATRON

I think I speak for everyone here when I say: Be a dear and pass an old man the rolling papers.

 

(Viola pulls out a bag of weed as everyone excitedly pulls up a chair and snacks.)

 

METATRON

I should tell you about touring with the Dead in Europe in 72’

 

VIOLA

I’m so jealous! Speaking of dead… Where’d that kill switch go?

 

GEORGE

The what?

 

(George, walking back to join the forming smoke circle, kicks something small and metallic on the ground)

 

GEORGE

Fuck. Did I just kick—

 

      (Lights go suddenly dark. Sound of a harp string breaking.)

 

(Blackout)

 

(First slide: The End?)

 

THE END

 

(Curtain call)

 

(Second Slide: “_________” as the Audience Plant.)

 

(Third slide: [* This is where you can put up the actual numbers for the pre-show poll.*] Sorry we lied to you. We just made those numbers up. That makes us assholes. There are the real numbers.)

 

*Note* At this point it is totally acceptable to post humorous slides as the audience leaves their seats. Here is a list. Feel free to use any of these.

 

(Secret last slide 1 (Optional): A Special Thanks to: God, Satan, Ancient Aliens, Our friends and Family, and to YOU! (For making such lovely test subjects))

 

(Secret last slide 2 (Optional): For buying information for the Rubbermaid containers seen in this show, please see our Stage Manager)

 

(Secret last slide 3 (Optional): Aside from 3 baby rabbits, no animals were harmed during the production of Acts 2 and 3.)

 

(Secret last slide 4 (Optional): The Opinions and actions of the characters in this play are the actor’s true feelings and should be treated as such. Please direct any discomfort you may have felt with them and NOT with the writer or his director. Thank you and have a safe, sober drive home)

 

 

 

 

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