Janna Tierney
Man 2 drops to his knees beside Man 1 and reaches
toward Man 1’s face with his shaking hands, almost
touching Man 1, then slowly he retracts his hands and
covers his own face, sobbing loudly.
MAN 2 (cont’d)
God! What have I done?
Overhead the perfectly centered fluorescent rectangle
hums contemptuously.
Man 2 mutters with disdain, his face drenched in his
sweat and tears.
MAN 2 (cont’d)
How could you leave me, friend? How
could you? How could you?
The rectangle of fluorescent light hums above the bench.
Man 2 leaps upward with a great shout. His eyes are
wild and his face is red with madness.
MAN 2 (cont’d)
I’ll find help! Help! Help! Please
will somebody help! There must be
help! There must be something! Help!
Help! Help! Somebody!
Stumbling as though drunk, Man 2 falls rapidly down
the hall, grasping the walls, and disappears into the
darkness, the sound of his screaming voice trailing
into nothing. The deep metallic clank of a massive door
is heard opening and shutting.
The rectangle of fluorescent light hums above the bench.
The wad of gum falls from beneath the rail and onto the
floor.
VOICE (O.S.)
Now admitting number 3794. Now
admitting number 3794. This is the
final announcement.
Man 1 blinks, stands, and saunters in the opposite
direction from where Man 2 disappeared. The bench is
now empty.
FADE OUT.
The END
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