ACT I
SCENE 1
OPEN on an old man, CARLOS, standing center stage with his hands in the pockets of his overcoat. The stage is naked and dark save for a single spotlight which shines directly above him. For a moment he stares at his feet, then looks into the audience, and pulls a gun out of one pocket. SMITH is a product of CARLOS's multiple personality complex and is to be spoken by the same actor.
CARLOS [staring at the gun]: Seems like cheating.
SMITH: It's just speeding things along. Helping nature. Fertilizing the soil.
CARLOS: Feeding the maggots.
SMITH: If that's the way you want to look at it.
CARLOS: It's gotta be cheating. Godssakes, life's a Russian roulette wheel, so why play a round in miniature?
SMITH: Do you really want to keep this up?
CARLOS [quietly]: No.
SMITH: I didn't think so.
CARLOS: It'll hurt.
SMITH: Nah. Over in seconds. Milliseconds. The instant you pull that trigger, you've got a piece of iron nailing its way out the other side of your skull, making an exit wound. Won't hurt a bit.
CARLOS: Not me. It'll hurt other people.
SMITH: What other people? Buddy, you don't have anyone else. You're full of yourself if you think anyone's even going to feel a pinprick when you hit the ground. Stop flattering yourself, Carlos, and just get it over with. It's like jumping off a airplane or into a lake filled with icecubes. The more you think about it, the less likely you are of actually doing it.
CARLOS: I've worked hard.
SMITH: Sure you have. Real hard. Sweat of your brow, the bread on your table, and all that good stuff. A regular Caeser Chavez.
CARLOS: I'm serious.
SMITH: So you've worked hard. All the more reason for a little rest. A little peace and quiet.
CARLOS: What about the consequences?
SMITH: There are none.
CARLOS: What about heaven and hell?
SMITH: I would have never pinned you for a believer, kid. I know you too well. If there hasn't been any reason for archangels and hallelujahs and bitter cups in the past, Godssakes, there's no reason for them now.
CARLOS: Yeah, well, I guess I feel I need to live up to deathbed standards.
SMITH: Nah. You're different. You're gonna show them. Besides, you've always been a sweaty, dirty little heathen.
CARLOS: So I've gone all this way, I've worked so hard, I've been so different, and it's all come down to whether I stick it in my mouth or upside my head?
SMITH: Mouth. Cleaner that way.
CARLOS: But I'm a dirty little heathen.
SMITH: And you've always been one for a grand finale, right. A fat lady singing.
CARLOS: Stop talking like that.
SMITH: I can't help it. It makes me nervous when people can't make up their minds.
CARLOS: Or blow holes in their minds.
SMITH: Listen man, I'm getting sick of your God-awful melodramatics.
CARLOS [pausing]: It's gotta hurt somebody.
SMITH: Well, George Bailey, think of me as your Clarence. I give you your wish, you've never been born, you take a look around, and you see that nothing's changed. In fact, the world's a better place.
CARLOS: A better place, huh?
SMITH: And somehow the earth will still turn. The sun will still be dying. The universe will still be collapsing.
CARLOS: Kind of takes the fun out of it.
SMITH: For you maybe. For the rest of this God-awful city, there'll be rejoicing in the streets, let me tell you now.
CARLOS: So I'm doing them a favor.
SMITH: All of 'em.
CARLOS [after another pause]: Maria will get a lot of money.
SMITH: And she'll be out there in the middle of the street throwing confetti.
CARLOS: I'm really tired.
SMITH: Want a lullaby?
CARLOS: Hell, no.
SMITH: No reminiscing, I see.
CARLOS: Have I ever struck you as a Hallmark kind of guy?
SMITH: I'm waiting, Carlos.
CARLOS is staring at the gun again. He weighs it carefully in his hand and then slowly cocks it.
CARLOS: Okay.
SMITH: Are you ready?
CARLOS: I'm ready.
SMITH: Any last words?
CARLOS [after thinking]: Revenge is like bleach. It's alright for cotton and linens, but when you swallow it, it turns your insides into swiss cheese.
SMITH: That belongs inside a greeting card, my friend. Can't tell me you don't indulge your sentimental side every once and a while.
CARLOS: Cheers.
SMITH: Think of home, Dorothy. Pull the trigger and think of home.
CARLOS pulls the trigger and stiffens, closes his eyes and bows his head. The spotlight dims. END scene.
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