Two-Bit Faust, part three
TWO-BIT FAUST – Scene three
INTER TITLE – 15 YEARS LATER
INT. A HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT
IVs drip. Heart monitors beep. DARREN lies in a bed, asleep (or unconscious). He’s older and worse for wear. A CHAPLAIN and a NURSE move from his bedside toward the door.
You should notify his next of kin.
We can’t find anyone. I don’t think he has any.
They leave. A moment later, KEVIN dressed as a doctor, enters. DARREN stirs and opens his eyes. He starts as he sees KEVIN and pulls the bed sheet up to his chin.
Haven’t seen you for a while. I was wondering if you’d show up.
Oh, I wouldn’t miss your big moment. Not after all we’ve
been through. But all roads do come to an end.
You’ve come to take me to Hell.
Not quite. You see, you’re not quite Hell material.
I don’t understand. I did everything you said.
I drank, I gambled. I hooked up with that crazy
stripper friend of yours. Hell, I even stopped
trying to get my GED after you told me school
was for squares. Maybe I never got around
to the killing and the raping and the unspeakable
evil stuff, but my life has to add up to something.
Add up to something? Yes, indeed it does.
But I try to avoid dividing anything by zero.
Have you heard of Dante’s Inferno?
Is that some kind of nightclub?
I guess even the best PR campaigns run their
course. No, it’s an epic poem that explains Hell’s
inner workings in great detail. Near the beginning,
the author describes the shore of the river Styx
where all the people who have done nothing
to warrant entry into either Heaven or Hell
wander for eternity.
I don’t understand. I’m going to the beach?
No, you Fool! You slept-walked through a joyless
life, so now you will spend eternity in a gray, joyless
limbo. Don’t worry, you’ll feel right at home.
You’ve been practicing for this for all of your life.
DARREN sits up in bed.
That sucks! Why didn’t you like, trick
me into doing something really evil?
Look Darren, that would have taken a lot of energy
from me and a bit of raw talent from you. I’m old.
I’m tired. And I’m lazy. You… well you’re just a steaming
lump of wasted potential. I didn’t need to trick you into
going to Hell, I only had to keep you from going to Heaven.
Therefore, I didn’t need you to do anything truly evil,
I just had to keep you from doing anything truly good.
Sophie… That could’ve worked. I would’ve been happy…
Could have, would have. All in the past tense
Darren. As you will soon be. All of those “what if’s”
are something you can ponder as you wander
“the beach.” Think of it as your own private Hell.
Time to go.
The heart monitor stops beeping and settles into a drone. DARREN lies dead and KEVIN is nowhere to be seen.
FADE TO BLACK.
Below, Dissident, 2013. Sleep tight.