Plays at the end of the world

Exactly two years ago I wrote a short play about a terrifying dinner party in those heady days when we were at the very edge of the world ending. God can you remember those days? We knew so little and everything was so scary.

“Will there be plays during the dark times? Yes, about the dark times".”

Happy end of the pandemic I guess?

The last dinner party

(A knock in the darkness. Lights up on a door. Sam runs into the light, up to the door.)

Sam

Fucking bastards, you are fucking cancelled-

(Sam answers the door, it’s Mark. Sam is instantly not mad anymore)

Mark

Heyyyyyyyy

Sam

Oh hi! How are you?

Mark

Greaaaat

Sam

That’s amazing

(Sam and Mark pause. For a bit longer than normal as they look at each other. They finally decide to hug. Mark comes in. The world expands to show a kitchen and living room Jesse is in the kitchen chopping parsley. He’s having a hard time with it.)

Jesse

What’s up babe?

Mark


Hi Jesse.

Sam


So we’re running just a little behind so-

Mark


I finished taking the bar!

Sam


I know! Congratulations babe. How did it-

Mark

How is unemployment?

Sam


It is FUCKING great. Amazing. I just sleep and hang out and it’s great.

Mark

You should do that all the time. Never work again.

Sam


Well, we’ll see. So I’m just working on a polenta, but do you need-

Mark

Can I help with-

Sam

No, just be beautiful. (Knock on the door)

Actually, wanna cut this bread?


(Sam answers the door and it is Ben. Ben stands and stares at Sam. They do not hug.)

Sam

Hi Ben!


Ben

Hi

Sam


What’s up?

Ben


I'm STRESSED!

Sam


Oh no

Ben


(entering) Should I go to ptown?

Sam

Like when?

Ben

Tomorrow.

Sam


No. Do you like Polenta? I’ve been working on this sort of lasagna thing-

Ben

Hi Mark. Should I go to ptown?

Mark

Oh Ptown is nice. Is it that warm right now though?

Ben

I'm going to escape, not to, like-

Mark

Ah.

Ben


Jesse, Ptown?

Jesse

(still at the parsley) Hey babe. I've actually put a lot of thought into this. There’s of course three factors to consider that go into making this decision. One, you’re worried about getting sick. Two, you’re worried about getting others sick. Three, you’re worried that NYC is going to devolve into madness and chaos. If you primary concern is getting sick, I personally wouldn’t want to get sick in a small quant town. I mean, I'm sure it’s got hospitals but mount sinai it is not, you feel me? But ultimately you’re not super likely to become sick yourself, so being concerned that you’ll get other people sick may be a bigger concern. But if you think about that leaving NYC where you don’t know if you’re carrying it, to perhaps bring it to another far flung location is exactly how these diseases spread in all the sci fi movies. The last element is one of panic. And that might be the strongest reason to leave town – cause NYC is weird and scary right now. But I’d urge you not to make decisions out of a place of fear and panic. Nothing good can come of that.

Ben

What are you doing?

Jesse


Oh, it’s parsley. It’s like sticking to my fingers. It’s driving me insane!!

Ben

Ah.

(Knock at the door)

Sam


The parsley is fine Jesse. Could you? If I don’t keep on stirring it’s going to set and-

Jesse

I'm on it.


(Jesse rinses hands and goes to the door. It’s Marcel and Keith.)

Boys!

Keith

Hi.


(Marcel head nussels Jesse)

Jesse

Oh look at that, no hands.

Marcel

No hands!

Jesse

It's okay, I’m not afraid of you.

Keith

Mind if I wash my hands?

Jesse

Oh course - wash off the entire world!

Ben

Do you think I should go to ptown?


Marcel

Definitely - why is that even a question?

(Knock at the door)

Sam

Jesse?

Jesse

yup yup!


(Jesse answers the door and its Robby)

Jesse

Hey there!

Robby


Hi babe. you look good.

Robby


Well you know. A steady meal of stress and regular excersise . It’s insane out there tonight-

Ben

My roommates are going to bars and the gym!

Robby

Well whatever.

Ben


And then then come over and sit around in their gym clothing on the couch.

Jesse

Oh, I think that’s fine – cause sweat doesn’t carry-

Marcel

It’s definitely not fine.

(Keith shakes his head grimly in agreement)

Jesse

Oh.

Robby

Guess the gym gods have spoken then.

(Sam runs into the living room)

Sam


Oh my god, I didn’t even get you drinks I’m sorry the the polento – red wine?

Marcel

I’m not drinking right now

Ben

Me neither.

Robby

Me too.

Sam


Oh. You guys. Well now I feel bad I made you all bring wine. Hi Robby.

Robby

Hi Sam. It smells great.

Sam


I think it’s going to be great. It’s all going to be great you guys.

(Sam goes back to the kitchen)

Mark


I vote yes to fleeing to Ptwon, but to be clear my vote is yes because I think it’s nice to go on vacation.

Ben

I just can’t decide.

Jesse


So you want to make us decide for you.

Ben

No I just-

Jesse

Well that’s actually exactly what it is. You can’t handle the pressure of the decision and so you want to shirk the responsibility. Which is fine. Cause I say go. Go man. Abandon New York City. Run away. Just like all the other rich kids. Just like all of you who have been in the city like, what three years? And you don’t love it. It’s not your home. It’s just where you make money. So leave it to fall apart and suffer. And my friends are all loosing their jobs and won’t be able to pay their rent and they need me. I’m staying. Okay? This is my home and I’m staying here. I believe in New York City and I’m going to take care of her. And we don’t need you.

(Jesse cries. Long pause.)

Keith

At a school they told kids that they couldn’t play tag anymore cause they can’t touch each other so the kids starting playing “Corano” which is a game where you cough at each other.

(Pause)

Robby

God I hate children.

Marcel

Like, all the time.

Sam

(entering grandly with a dish in hands, golden pot holders, a lighting shift, a spotlight, his apron drops away to reveal a sparkling tuxedo. He does a turn, there might be a disco ball, confetti, great fanfair)

The Polenta is served!

FIN

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