(yelled off stage)
Albert
“There is a time and a place for everything…and now is not the time!”
Jack
“Thank you…Albert,”
(Enter Albert carrying Jack.)
(Jack is bleeding badly from the bite on his arm.
And unconsciousness, but mumbles about needing to complete his schooling, Albert and Jack enter a small plain room with a door and large window. Albert sets jack down on the floor and moves to light a fire,)
Albert
It’s not much…but it should keep us warm. You pretty banged up, buddy
Jack
I know,” “Where are we?
Albert
Somewhere safe.
Jack
Thanks for saving me
Albert
It was the lest I could do
Jack
“When I was passed out I had the weirdest dream” (Albert is lightings two cigarettes. Gives one to Jack) “I was back at my high school.”
Albert
Yeah
Jack
“Well it was the last place I was before the fall. God, that was ….6 years ago, Jesus. I left school and started driving home and I saw a huge pile up, and a brunch of Them milling around, I never made it home… ”
(He is cut off by some eerie chanting coming form off stage. The chanting grows louder”
Jack
(Whisper) What is that?”
(Albert grabs his weapon and moves to the door. The chanting fades)
Albert
“Its those cultists, the ones in the brown and black robs…man that chanting if creepy, when I was a teacher but when the world was a world. I remember hearing something a lot like that, it was chant that monks would do or something like that, funny how far music had come until the end came.”
Jack
“You were a teacher? I have been partners with you for... a year I guess,. And I know nothing about you
Albert
I know I don’t like talking about the past, its dead to me along with everything else.”
Jack
Badass, You never fail to surprise me, Albert, so where you a music teacher?... I remember this one lesson I had in my history class it was about the Roman Empire and how it fell, you know attack from all side by basically everyone…kind of makes me think of our fall, we were so powerful and wealthy we should have never had a problem with Them. But some how they won, and now we are in the dark ages.”
Albert
Your arm is starting to swell
Jack
Oh, I can’t feel it anymore, and it won’t stop bleeding. You know what we are? (rhetorical)
Pause
“We’re two travelers traveling thought hell, and you’re my guide, Virgil, and I’m Dante. You have shown me everything that can be seen in this hell.”
Albert
How come you get the cooler name?
Jack
“Well cuz I am…
Albert
Well Dante makes it thought hell and on to heaven
Jack
“I never said this was the real Divine Comedy, this isn’t even a comedy. I simply said that me and you were on a journey thought Hell that’s…
(a moan from out side)
Albert
Wait! Shhh, you hear that?
Jack
Hear what? The bite wont stop bleeding. I don’t have long.
Albert
Stop it, and You don’t what Them to hear, do you?
Jack
No sir, Yes sir.
(Albert is looks out the window, And aims his rifle and sings softly:
Short people got no reason…Got no reason to live!
(sound of a rifle shot)
Albert
“How ‘bout some food?”
Jack
“I love some,” I
(Albert takes a small pot and two cups out of his pack. He pours some water in the pot. He goes back in to his bag and takes out two packs of Ramon Noodles. His eyebrows rise.)
Jack
“So what did you teach?”
Albert
Nothing.
Jack
“Come on, tell me. I don’t have long”
Albert
“You know…During World War II guys never ate this good. No matter where they were, Europe, Asia…Africa, I bet the food wasn’t nearly as good as these noodles are about to taste.”
(Hands Jack a cup of soup)
Jack
“So…Like World War II?”
Albert
“It was my favorite thing to teach, and the easiest, kids always like to learn about it, I think…I could be wrong but who knows
Jack
“I did like learning about it…You know I can’t taste this, you did need to give me any, we both know what’s happening, I’m going to die, so why are you doing it?
Albert
Because I’m your father.
(they both laugh)
Jack
Really?
Albert
No, Fooled you
Jack
Funny, jerk
(they laugh agian)
Jack
“Out of every single important person in all of history and literature, who do you most respect?”
Albert
What?
Jack
I want to make my last conversation a meaningful one and not about the girls I’ve slept with or something clique like that…and I wont ask permission from you to die.
Albert
Stop it. Don’t talk that way-Lincoln
Jack
“Why him?”
Albert
“Well, When I was a teacher, kids used to make fun of me behind my back a lot. And Lincoln was made fun of quite bit. He learn to laugh it off and so did I, so I see a lot in him…and we’re both pretty tall, so that too.”
Jack
“Okay, who do you not like at all?”
Albert
“Walt Whitman.”
Jack
“Who?
Albert
“Well its not that I don’t like him its just that I don’t think he’s poems are very good, I can’t relate to them at all. He has my model for what not to do, when writing poems, and living life
Jack
“You really are Virgil, Albert I had no idea that you were so learned.”
Albert
Learned? Come on. Yeah well what are you going to do?
Jack
(holds up his arm)
the bite isn’t getting any better. You know what I wish
Albert
What?
Jack
I wish I had more time. I want to learn more and be like you, not to end it as some lame kid. I want to know more.
(Jack looks out the window.)
Jack
You see that Building outside., It reminds me of the buildings my father all ways used to work on, he would always go on about this guy…Frank something Wright. He would take me to go see as many buildings as we could. I grew fond of buildings…those were good times. But, how dumb we were, living out our lives trying to be picture prefect, “Father Knows Best” families, worrying about all the wrong things like the drama on the OC or the the the way we would ignore problems until they came to our door step. We never focused on the real problems. We dissevered this.
(Quite)
Albert
“Do you believe in God?
Jack
“Of course.”
Albert
“Really?”
“Yeah, I struggle a lot too, But I mean there has to be a God. There is no way us, humans could have come as far as we did.”
Albert
“Then how do you explain what’s happening outside Just look outside, some All loving god.
Jack
“I can’t…but I know there’s a plan out there that we can’t see.”
Albert
“But things have fallen apart so badly. I can see how there is any God out there.”
Jack
“It’s called faith.”
Albert
“Still things have been falling apart for ever, I just never thought that an all love God could ever allow all those bad things to happen, let alone them outside.
“Just have faith, please, believe that there is a plan
Jack
“Albert, I want you try. The room is growing black. “Please.”
(Jack begins to say a prayer, the lights are starting to fade. Albert readies him rifle)
Jack
Thank you Albert.
(Fades to black, an inhuman moan is hear then a loud gunshot is hear.)
Albert
“There is a time and a place for everything…and now is not the time!”
Jack
“Thank you…Albert,”
(Enter Albert carrying Jack.)
(Jack is bleeding badly from the bite on his arm.
And unconsciousness, but mumbles about needing to complete his schooling, Albert and Jack enter a small plain room with a door and large window. Albert sets jack down on the floor and moves to light a fire,)
Albert
It’s not much…but it should keep us warm. You pretty banged up, buddy
Jack
I know,” “Where are we?
Albert
Somewhere safe.
Jack
Thanks for saving me
Albert
It was the lest I could do
Jack
“When I was passed out I had the weirdest dream” (Albert is lightings two cigarettes. Gives one to Jack) “I was back at my high school.”
Albert
Yeah
Jack
“Well it was the last place I was before the fall. God, that was ….6 years ago, Jesus. I left school and started driving home and I saw a huge pile up, and a brunch of Them milling around, I never made it home… ”
(He is cut off by some eerie chanting coming form off stage. The chanting grows louder”
Jack
(Whisper) What is that?”
(Albert grabs his weapon and moves to the door. The chanting fades)
Albert
“Its those cultists, the ones in the brown and black robs…man that chanting if creepy, when I was a teacher but when the world was a world. I remember hearing something a lot like that, it was chant that monks would do or something like that, funny how far music had come until the end came.”
Jack
“You were a teacher? I have been partners with you for... a year I guess,. And I know nothing about you
Albert
I know I don’t like talking about the past, its dead to me along with everything else.”
Jack
Badass, You never fail to surprise me, Albert, so where you a music teacher?... I remember this one lesson I had in my history class it was about the Roman Empire and how it fell, you know attack from all side by basically everyone…kind of makes me think of our fall, we were so powerful and wealthy we should have never had a problem with Them. But some how they won, and now we are in the dark ages.”
Albert
Your arm is starting to swell
Jack
Oh, I can’t feel it anymore, and it won’t stop bleeding. You know what we are? (rhetorical)
Pause
“We’re two travelers traveling thought hell, and you’re my guide, Virgil, and I’m Dante. You have shown me everything that can be seen in this hell.”
Albert
How come you get the cooler name?
Jack
“Well cuz I am…
Albert
Well Dante makes it thought hell and on to heaven
Jack
“I never said this was the real Divine Comedy, this isn’t even a comedy. I simply said that me and you were on a journey thought Hell that’s…
(a moan from out side)
Albert
Wait! Shhh, you hear that?
Jack
Hear what? The bite wont stop bleeding. I don’t have long.
Albert
Stop it, and You don’t what Them to hear, do you?
Jack
No sir, Yes sir.
(Albert is looks out the window, And aims his rifle and sings softly:
Short people got no reason…Got no reason to live!
(sound of a rifle shot)
Albert
“How ‘bout some food?”
Jack
“I love some,” I
(Albert takes a small pot and two cups out of his pack. He pours some water in the pot. He goes back in to his bag and takes out two packs of Ramon Noodles. His eyebrows rise.)
Jack
“So what did you teach?”
Albert
Nothing.
Jack
“Come on, tell me. I don’t have long”
Albert
“You know…During World War II guys never ate this good. No matter where they were, Europe, Asia…Africa, I bet the food wasn’t nearly as good as these noodles are about to taste.”
(Hands Jack a cup of soup)
Jack
“So…Like World War II?”
Albert
“It was my favorite thing to teach, and the easiest, kids always like to learn about it, I think…I could be wrong but who knows
Jack
“I did like learning about it…You know I can’t taste this, you did need to give me any, we both know what’s happening, I’m going to die, so why are you doing it?
Albert
Because I’m your father.
(they both laugh)
Jack
Really?
Albert
No, Fooled you
Jack
Funny, jerk
(they laugh agian)
Jack
“Out of every single important person in all of history and literature, who do you most respect?”
Albert
What?
Jack
I want to make my last conversation a meaningful one and not about the girls I’ve slept with or something clique like that…and I wont ask permission from you to die.
Albert
Stop it. Don’t talk that way-Lincoln
Jack
“Why him?”
Albert
“Well, When I was a teacher, kids used to make fun of me behind my back a lot. And Lincoln was made fun of quite bit. He learn to laugh it off and so did I, so I see a lot in him…and we’re both pretty tall, so that too.”
Jack
“Okay, who do you not like at all?”
Albert
“Walt Whitman.”
Jack
“Who?
Albert
“Well its not that I don’t like him its just that I don’t think he’s poems are very good, I can’t relate to them at all. He has my model for what not to do, when writing poems, and living life
Jack
“You really are Virgil, Albert I had no idea that you were so learned.”
Albert
Learned? Come on. Yeah well what are you going to do?
Jack
(holds up his arm)
the bite isn’t getting any better. You know what I wish
Albert
What?
Jack
I wish I had more time. I want to learn more and be like you, not to end it as some lame kid. I want to know more.
(Jack looks out the window.)
Jack
You see that Building outside., It reminds me of the buildings my father all ways used to work on, he would always go on about this guy…Frank something Wright. He would take me to go see as many buildings as we could. I grew fond of buildings…those were good times. But, how dumb we were, living out our lives trying to be picture prefect, “Father Knows Best” families, worrying about all the wrong things like the drama on the OC or the the the way we would ignore problems until they came to our door step. We never focused on the real problems. We dissevered this.
(Quite)
Albert
“Do you believe in God?
Jack
“Of course.”
Albert
“Really?”
“Yeah, I struggle a lot too, But I mean there has to be a God. There is no way us, humans could have come as far as we did.”
Albert
“Then how do you explain what’s happening outside Just look outside, some All loving god.
Jack
“I can’t…but I know there’s a plan out there that we can’t see.”
Albert
“But things have fallen apart so badly. I can see how there is any God out there.”
Jack
“It’s called faith.”
Albert
“Still things have been falling apart for ever, I just never thought that an all love God could ever allow all those bad things to happen, let alone them outside.
“Just have faith, please, believe that there is a plan
Jack
“Albert, I want you try. The room is growing black. “Please.”
(Jack begins to say a prayer, the lights are starting to fade. Albert readies him rifle)
Jack
Thank you Albert.
(Fades to black, an inhuman moan is hear then a loud gunshot is hear.)
