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Scenes 11-15
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Scenes 11-15

SCENE XI Color

 

FRIDAY

 

5:39 A.M.

 

House of Lucas Moreno.

 

LUCAS

 

Good-bye, Sydney.

 

SYDNEY

 

Lucas, why are you leaving so early?

 

LUCAS

 

Important meeting.

 

SYDNEY

 

Really? Well, good luck at your meeting.

 

LUCAS

 

(casually) I love you.

 

SYDNEY

 

(curtly) And I love you too. Good-bye, Lucas.

 

(Lucas leaves, grimacing. Sydney watches in horror as he pulls out a revolver. She screams and ducks toward the ground. Lucas runs up the stairs and stabs her with a knife. Marcus will be nearby, and Sydney will scream, “MARCUS!” Sydney wakes up in her bed, in cold sweat. Her clock, (yes, this is creepy), displays the digits 5:39, and, fiddling with it, she realizes the signs (under the clock a subtitle will appear, stating simply, “Friday”. Her heart is pounding wildly. She is breathing fast, and quickly realizes that Lucas is not there.)

 

SYDNEY

 

Lucas! LUCAS!

 

(Sydney looks in Marcus’ room, seeing he is sound asleep. Sydney dashes downstairs and fiddles with her purse, looking for her cell phone. This time, instead of dialing a number, she says to the phone, “Master.” She waits for the dial tone and, conceding, she hurls the phone down. As if realizing something, she states the following line aloud)

 

 

SYDNEY

 

(slowly, viewing up on the lips) My God, where are you?

 

SCENE XII Color

Alan’s apartment, Alan is finishing conversation with Michael..

 

FRIDAY

7:00 A.M.

 

 

MICHAEL

 

All right, good-bye.

 

ALAN

Yeah, I think I’m gonna take a day off today.

 

MICHAEL: Why?


ALAN

 

I don’t feel a hundred percent.

 

MICHAEL

 

Good enough. I’ve gotta go.

 

ALAN

 

Suit yourself.

 

(Alan hangs up the telephone, picks it up again and dials a number.)

 

ALAN

 

Hello? Yes, can you just tell my boss I won’t be here today? I think I am coming down with something. (Pause) Yes. Yes, of course. Yes. Thank you. (hangs up)

 

(Alan will then retreat downstairs. He will pick up a newspaper and begin to read it. Coffee will be brewing, and Alan will not hesitate to get up and get it. He will sip the coffee on his couch as he leisurely reads the newspaper. Indeed, Alan is not sick. Alan will continually glance toward the clock, nervously checking the time. 7:30. 8:30. 9:30. 11:00. At this point, Alan will flip on the television. This will be a bogus “newscast” that we will create, and Alan will get up to make a T.V. dinner. As he waits and eats, the clock is shown more and more. At 11:55, this is the climactic point. The anchorperson will come on, live.)

 

ANCHORPERSON

 

And now to Sandra, in China, where she will be studying the actions and habitat of panda bears. (smiles, waits for what may seem like forever) Uhh, we seem to be having a few…technical difficulties. (an attendant will rush over and whisper something in his/her ear) I am getting reports now that all communication has been cut off from China…yes…Breaking news! The Planet Earth is now undergoing rapid changes. Satellites closely examining China have discovered a faint, green gas covering the city of Shanghai and the surrounding area.

 

ALAN

 

 Oh, my God! (runs to the telephone and dials a number) Michael! Get to our house now! There is an emergency! Bring anyone you can, your mother, my mother, anyone!

 

MICHAEL

 

Woa, woa, Alan, what’s going on now?

 

ALAN

 

I can explain later. Just get here, dammit!

 

MICHAEL

 

Okay. I’ll be right over.

 

SCENE XIII

(House of Lucas Moreno. Sydney Watkinson will dial a number on her cell phone, looking terrified.)

 

SYDNEY

 

Aaron? Oh, thank God! I had a horrendous night sleeping…yes, what is it?…WHAT? I—how could I—what time is it? Marcus is in school! We have a mere half hour!

(Sydney dashes over to the normal phone and dials yet another number.)

 

SYDNEY

 

(sounding falsely emotional) Is—is this the secretary?

 

SECRETARY

 

Yes.

 

SYDNEY

 

(breaking into fake sobs) A—a tragedy has occurred.

 

SECRETARY

 

(in a hard, uncaring voice) Oh, I am very sorry.

 

SYDNEY

 

Yes, well, I need to pick Marcus up.

 

SECRETARY

 

Oh, yes, of course, Mrs. Watkinson, however, there is an emergency right now, and our children are not allowed to leave the school.

 

SYDNEY

 

Bitch! (slams down the phone)

 

(Alan will run down into his basement, literally tearing it apart with his cold hands. He eventually finds several gas masks in which he places on the table. As he runs upstairs, he greets Michael at the door with an unfriendly expression.)

 

MICHAEL

 

Alan, what the hell is going on here?

 

ALAN

 

(breathing fast) That prank phone call I got—wasn’t prank. It really was someone attempting to take over the world!

 

MICHAEL

 

So this is what the hell you took me out of work now, huh? THIS IS WHAT YOU GIVE ME—

 

ALAN

 

Trust me, it’s true!

 

MICHAEL

 

This is the stupidest sick joke I have ever gotten—and I’ve seen a lot!

 

ALAN

 

Mike, come over here, look!

 

(Turns television on)

 

ANCHORPERSON

This green gas appears to be moving at a rapid pace throughout Asia. We are currently unable to contact anyone from the infected area. Is this the end of the world as we know it? Our only suggestions are to go into a safe area—a basement, a hole in the ground, or anything else you can think of. In other news, President Bush, fortunate enough to be in Florida visiting his brother, Jeb, is being deported on an emergency flight to Cape Canaveral, where he will be rocketed into space after a quick announcement to his country. He has also requested that each of his immediate family members and Condoleeza Rice join him on the remaining emergency rockets. That’s eight rockets, total, folks. You can listen to his farewell speech on 590 AM radio. This is (name), reporting, and farewell, friends. And one last thing—(begins to cry) Mother, Father, sweet Janet, Little Mikey and Tommy, if you’re listening, I love you all!

(Camera will view up on Alan and Michael, both stunned. All we hear is the anchorman’s deep sobs.)

 

MICHAEL

 

Turn on 590!

 

ALAN

 

Wait, first I have something that just might be able to save us!

 

MICHAEL

 

What?

 

ALAN

 

Gas masks. My great-great-grandfather wore one of these in World War I. The other one belongs to his friend who died in the war.

 

ALAN

 

Listen! He may have information.

 

 

PRESIDENT BUSH

 

Today, America has entered a time of crisis. Not a crisis of oil, not a crisis of the stock market, not a crisis of them internets, but a crisis of weapons of mass destruction. (Alan and Michael will exchange glances) We have fought a war of terror in finding these weapons of mass destruction and, huh, we didn’t find them, but we still captured Sadaam Hussein and his terrorists. Today we are still in that war. We are helping the Iraqi people. We are doing good for the Iraqis. We are leading the Iraqis to the correct paths. But that’s not what I am going to talk to you about today. I am going to talk to you today about other weapons of mass destruction. The weapons of mass destruction that are about to kill our earth. The weapons of mass destruction that Sadaam Hussein himself has planted in China, or Japan, or whatever. Actually, it was probably that Kim Jong Lee guy in North Korea, since that’s kinduh closer to where the thing started. But that’s not the point. This is the point. I don’t know what kinduh gas them guys are using, but its some dangerous stuff that they can get into the air everywhere in the world. This guy is bad. We need to catch him. And we will. Don’t worry Americans. We will.

 

ALAN

 

Bloody HELL! This is the stupidest speech I have ever heard…it sounds like someone quite thick just gave it.

 

MICHAEL

 

Alan, that was our president.

 

ALAN

 

I know. But what do we do?

 

MICHAEL

 

Well, I’ve calculated we have a little under a half hour, so we need to get moving. Turn on the news.

(Alan turns on the news.)

 

ANCHORPERSON

 

We now have more breaking news. There are less than 25 minutes now until this gas hits Chicago, but we do have some idea of what this gas is. Element 118, yet to be discovered by man, and potassium have combined to form a strange compound that is likely to attack each man’s brain, possibly killing him. We have performed tests of this compound on rats, which seems to be unsuccessful. In other news, Bush’s farewell speech is currently drawing to a close. Researchers have so far found at least twelve grammatical errors in his speech. Many Republicans are angry that Bush is giving a dissapointing last impression. Bush’s final words, “And we will succeed,” seemed very overreaching to many. All we can suggest is that one remains in an enclosed area, closer to the center of the earth, such as a basement. Many Chicagoans are taking refuge in the Sears Tower Observatory, which is now charging seven hundred dollars for entry.

 

ALAN

 

Why does he have to—

 

ANCHORPERSON

 

And one more piece of advice—whatever you do, stay off golf courses and trees, which are in open areas. That’s the news at noon, we’ll see you—in Heaven.

 

MICHAEL

 

I’m going out—I’ll see if I can find any news. (Opens door, chaos is eminent).

 

ALAN

 

Mike, be back here in twenty minutes. Got that?

 

MICHAEL

 

We need to get going. Find out anything you can.

 

ALAN

 

You too.

 

(checks clock, sees it is already 12:10. Alan sits down, pondering, looking distraught. After a minute or so, something revolutionary occurs to him. He checks the caller I.D. on his phone, and calls the number under “Unknown Caller.” Alan listens as a recorded voice gives him instructions.)

 

VOICE OVER

 

Begin the antidote by mixing three cups of distilled water with two tablespoons of hydrochloric acid. Heat until boiling, then add three fig leaves to the substance. (Alan is quickly taking down notes). Add one teaspoon of sodium nitrite, then spit into the substance. Place in a blender and blend. Concentrate the solution, and add…

 

(The audience will know that the voice is continuing, but we will stop it for time reasons. Alan will then go into his basement, and, since his father was a scientist, he has almost all of the materials. He does not, however, have three fig leaves, which he begins to panic about. Alan runs out the door, and on his doorstep, strangely, are three fig leaves laid neatly on the doorstep. Alan picks them up and quickly adds them to his collection of materials. He picks up the phone and makes a decisive call.)

 

ALAN

 

Beth! Do you have any idea what’s going on? pause You have an idea? Okay, turn on the TV, channel nine. Okay, whatever, WGN! It’s in Kansas City… pause Yes, I know, but anyway, I can’t explain everything now. The world is ultimately coming to an end! This isn’t just a joke anymore. You are in Kansas City? pause Okay, call this number, ready? (708) 207-1856. Got that? Great. Listen for instructions. You only have about ten minutes. Hurry, Beth! Pause Okay. Don’t panic. I love you. (He hangs up the phone, then works on the potion for ten minutes, looks at the clock, which reads “12:30,” labels the potion, drinks it, and passes out.)

 

SCENE XIV Color

 

(House of Lucas Moreno. Lucas is standing next to Sydney, panicking.)

 

LUCAS

 

Sydney! What’re we going to do? What’re we going to do!

 

SYDNEY

 

Calm down, Lucas!

 

LUCAS

 

Where is Marcus? I thought he was with you!

 

SYDNEY

 

(rolling her eyes) He was. I told him to go to you for his allowance.

 

 

 

LUCAS

 

Where is he, then?

 

SYDNEY

 

I don’t know.

 

LUCAS

 

Sydney, what is going on? Why do you seem to flip out your cell phone every minute? Today, you seemed to be so uptight about everything. Sydney, I need to know, did you know anything about this gas attack?

 

SYDNEY

 

Lucas, I need to tell you something before I do this. I have waited for this moment all my life. I am incredibly sick of you and I have been longing for divorce ever since I married you. I did not marry you, Lucas, because I loved you. I married you because I had to. There are very complicated reasons for this, which would take days to explain, and I only have five minutes.

 

LUCAS

 

Sydney—what? Did you have anything to do with this—this attack?

 

SYDNEY

 

I am not at liberty to disclose that information. Now Lucas, please stand still.

 

LUCAS

 

What’re you—

 

SYDNEY

 

Lucas, I am sorry I have to do this. Please forgive me.

(Sydney takes a tranquilizer and injects it into Lucas’s skin. He falls to the ground.)

SYDNEY

 

(dialing her cell phone) Everything is in place. When will he awaken?

 

 

VOICE OVER

 

He will be out for the next six hours, at least. Is the antidote ready?

 

SYDNEY

 

Just about.

 

VOICE OVER

 

I will speak to you later.

 

(Sydney opens the refrigerator door and takes out a flask or canteen. She drinks a liberal amount, and falls to the ground.)

 

SCENE XV Color

(The house of Alan. Michael walks in.)

 

MICHAEL

 

Alan! Alan, where are you? (Walks around house, sees Alan passed out on kitchen floor. Michael wants to scream, but cannot.) Alan! What’s happened to you? (Shakes Alan’s body, sees that he is out cold. Michael then looks at the counter and sees a glass, half-full with a blue liquid, labeled “antidote.” Thinking this is an antidote for some poisonous substance, he forces it down Alan’s body. He then examines the glass, hesitates, and looks outside to the panicking crowds. In the distance is a green gas, quickly bowling toward him. Michael drinks the remainder of the glass and passes out. The electricity in the house goes out.)

  

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