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Scene 1
(A dark room. A man and a woman are in the room. They seem
to be locked in. The woman has a nametag on her dress:
Rachel. The man is constantly moving his hand as if he were
digging.)
Rachel: What are you doing?
Man: I'm getting us out of here.
Rachel:  How?
Man: Can't you see? I'm digging a hole in the floor, so we
can get out of here!
Rachel: What are you digging with?
Man: The shovel I'm holding in my hand! What does it look
like???
Rachel: But... You don't have anything in your hand mister.

Man: That's what you think. Ha Ha! That's what the guards
think too! I'm fooling everybody! But when I get us out of
here, you will thank me!
Rachel: Oh... So how is the hole looking? Nice and deep?
Man: Don't disturb me with stupid questions! I'm busy! (The
man keeps on "digging", but he suddenly stops, and starts
crying.)
Rachel: What happened?
Man: The shovel broke.

Scene 2
(The man and Rachel are lying on the floor.)
Rachel: So how did you get here? What did you do?
Man: It's none of your business... And it doesn't matter
anyway, because I'm getting out of here tomorrow. Or maybe
the day after tomorrow.
Rachel: Really? And how do you plan on getting out this
time? Fly out?
Man: It's a secret. And you'll never know it. You'll sit
here your whole life, and wonder how I got out. You won't be
able to sleep, because the thought of me escaping and you
being left behind will haunt you. And finally, when you're
99 years old, sad and lonely in this cell, you will be so
angry and bitter, that you will strangle yourself with a
pillow. And the last thing you'll think about will be me,
and my genius escape plan. (He smiles)
Rachel: there's a heart disease history in my family. I
won't live over 70.
(The man turns his head away)
Rachel: I win.  

Scene 3
(Rachel is running around in the room. The man is sitting on
the floor, looking at her.)
Man: Why are you running?
Rachel: I have to stay fit. (He looks at her stomach) You
know, stay in shape.
Man: Why would you want to do that?
Rachel: Well, because it's good.
Man: Says who?
Rachel: Everyone!
Man: Everyone? (He smiles)
Rachel: Everyone: Celebrities, my mother...(She stops
running for a moment and then starts running faster) My
ex-husband.
Man: Oh. But why bother now?
Rachel: I want to feel good about myself.
Man: Ha! You want to feel good about yourself? Well I guess
you're in the wrong place then, huh? No one is going to see
you! You have no reason to work out. The only man who will
ever look at you is me- and believe me, I couldn't care
less.
Rachel: (Who sits down and wipes the sweat off of her
forehead.) I hate you.
Man: You're not the first.
Rachel: (Smiles) probably... but I am the last aren't I?
You're doomed, just like me. I'm the last person you'll ever
talk to. So you better be nicer Mr... What's your name?
Man: (He looks at the walls, and lies back on the floor with
his arms behind his head. He smiles) So when do you think
this whole thing started?
Rachel: (Who glares at him for a moment but then moves next
to him) It's hard to say. When do you think?
Man: When they started making us pray every morning. Before,
we had had a choice: believe, don't believe. But when we all
had to wake up every morning and pray for this one god,
regardless of our religion, I knew that bad things were
bound to happen.
Rachel: I guess you're right. (She stretches her legs and
then sits up against a wall)  What were you before this all
started?
Man: (Smiling) I was a teacher. I taught little children
about art and history. You?
Rachel: I was an actress... or at least I was trying to be
one...
Man: Why would they lock a teacher and an actress in a room
together?
Rachel: You taught art... I was in the business... We're
artistic. (She smiles) Artistic. They never liked artistic
people. (She sits up) Oh my god. They're trying to stop art.


Scene 4
(A man dressed in a black robe is sitting on a stool in a
brightly lit, empty room. He seems to be praying. Another
man, wearing a white robe enters the room. They hug each
other and a third person brings in another stool and then
exits. The two men sit down)
Priest A: Oh Jacob, I am so glad to see you. How have you
been doing?
Jacob: Oh, very well Michael, very well.
Michael: I am glad to hear that. Can I get you anything to
eat or drink?
Jacob: No thank you, brother. If you don't mind, I would
like to get to business as quickly as possible, for I must
attend an execution. We have captured a very important rebel
this morning. He has promised himself a place in Hell. (He
glares at the floor for a moment and then sits up) so how
are our prisoners doing?
Michael: Pretty well for now. I assigned a guard, I think
his name is Ezra, to monitor the cell. But I doubt they will
cause any trouble. They are art people. Stupid and naive as
can be.
Jacob: Do they know why they are here?
Michael: Not really.
Jacob: Then tell Ezra to tell them. I don't want them to die
before admitting their sin. God would not approve of that.
Michael: Of course.
Jacob: When is the execution?
Michael: In two days.
Jacob: Thank you my brother. I will inform the high priest
of your useful information. You really stand out brother. I
can say without a doubt that you are a true believer. You
will help us lead the people to a new era. A new time, where
we shall be the peacemakers, if you will, between god, and
the masses. And god knows you are here. Goodbye.
Michael: Goodbye my brother.

Scene 5
(Rachel and the man are lying next to each other, staring at
the ceiling.)

Rachel: So why did you choose to be a teacher?
Man: My father was one.
Rachel: That's it? No passion for teaching? No love of
children?
Man: No, not really. I haven't really thought of that. Why
did you want to be an actress?
Rachel: Oh that's easy. I wanted to reach people, make them
feel. Since this new government took over, people don't feel
as much as they used to. I want them to feel again.
Man: All I feel is fear. We're going to die. Today,
tomorrow, we don't even know. I don't want to die. I want
more out of life. I want... A Mazda.
Rachel: (Who turns to the man): a what?
Man: a Mazda. I was saving for a car.
Rachel: I need a cigarette.
Man: Look at us. We're pathetic. We're about to die and we
want a car and a smoke. We deserve to die. No wonder the
world is ending. It's full of people like us.
Rachel: (who starts playing with her hair) I want the world
to start over. No religion, no priests. We'll each have our
own god, if we want one. We won't fight over land because we
wouldn't have the urge to conquer. We wouldn't have to obey
people just because they have more power or money. Maybe
then we can feel.
Man: (leans over and kisses Rachel) I feel.
(The two fall asleep)


Scene 6
(Rachel is running around in the room and the man is
"digging" again. Ezra walks in with a gun.)
Ezra: The two of you. Sit down.
Rachel: (sits down) is it our time now? Do we have to go?
(Ezra puts handcuffs on the man, while the man it still
trying to dig.)
Ezra: Yes. I'm afraid so. You two promoted art, and doing so
you have broken the law. (He looks away) Your punishment is
death.
Rachel: Wait! I have to get dressed up! Put on some make up!
Where did I put my mascara? (She looks around her and starts
putting "makeup" on her face, and runs her fingers through
her hair) this is tear proof makeup. So if I cry when you
kill me, it won't come off, and I'll be pretty forever.
Right? (She looks at Ezra and starts crying)
Ezra: Yes. You'll be pretty forever. (Ezra puts handcuffs on
her) And you're in good shape, too. (Rachel smiles)
Man: Yeah Rachel, Don't cry. I'm getting us out of here,
remember? Ezra is helping us. We'll be home in no time, and
we can buy a Mazda, and smoke a lot. (He tries to hug her
but can't because of the handcuffs. He kisses her forehead.)
We'll be artistic together.
Rachel: That sounds great Mr... What's your name?
Man: It's... (He smiles) I can't remember...
(Ezra takes the two out of the cell. Lights out.)







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