Written by Joe Janes
5/13/09
115 of 365
CAST:
Deckard, 40s
Rachael, 30s
Sebastian, 40s
Tyrell, 40s
(Lights up on a diner on a diner in Greenwich Village, New York, 2042. Deckard and Rachael sit together at the counter. To their far right, with his back to the audience, is Tyrell reading a handheld digitized newspaper. Sebastian is behind the counter, washing some cups in a sink unseen to us. Although it is 2042, their style of dress echoes fashion from a hundred years earlier.)
SEBASTIAN
Hunh?DECKARD
Say what?SEBASTIAN
I thought you said something.DECKARD
I didn’t say anything. I don’t have anything to say.TYRELL
Surprised you’re open, Sebastian.SEBASTIAN
Where else am I going to be? It’s just another night.TYRELL
Look at it out there. It’s a ghost town. DECKARD
What did you expect?TYRELL
Thought it would be different. Swarms of people. Looting. Freaking out, you know.DECKARD
About twenty years too late for freaking out. Everybody knows it’s too late. Nothing to do but stay in the shadows. SEBASTIAN
You want more coffee?TYRELL
Yeah.(Sebastian takes Tyrell’s cup and fills it at an urn.)
SEBASTIAN
How about you?DECKARD
I’m fine.SEBASTIAN
The lady?RACHAEL
No, thank you.SEBASTIAN
You haven’t touched it. Want me to warm it up for you?RACHAEL
No. Really. I’m fine.(Sebastian gives Tyrell his cup while indicating to Rachael over his shoulder. Tyrell gets his drift.)
RACHAEL (continuing)
How much time do we have?(She looks at Deckard who looks over at Tyrell.)
TYRELL
Ah, this piece of crap ain’t saying exactly. Critical mass, darkness, cold, blah-blah-blah. Could all still be a load of horseshit.SEBASTIAN
I’d settle of an actual load. Never got to see a horse.TYRELL
Beautiful animal. Dumb as a bag of bags. But, just…beautiful. Saw one at the zoo. When I was a kid.RACHAEL
I rode one once.DECKARD
Rachael…SEBASTIAN
You did not.RACHAEL
I did. A black stallion. His name was Nighthawk. On my uncle’s farm. Just outside St. Louis. It was thrilling.(They all look at her in disbelief, except Deckard.)
RACHAEL (continuing)
He was real, I tell ya’. You believe me, don’t you?DECKARD
Of course, I do. Of course, I do. Hey, Sebastian, guess I’ll have a reload of this burnt rocket fuel you’re peddling.SEBASTIAN
Sure thing.(Sebastian refills the coffee and returns it to Deckard.)
DECKARD
Going to give you a big tip tonight. (Tyrell and Sebastian laugh) What do you want? My car? My apartment? I’ll just leave you my whole damn wallet.SEBASTIAN
You’re funny, Mister. You can leave Rachael.DECKARD
Now, you’re funny.SEBASTIAN
She’s the reason this thing’s going down. I’d like to take her out back and take a crow bar to her.RACHAEL
Rick…DECKARD
It’s not her fault.SEBASTIAN
Ain’t it? AIn’t it? The only reason one of them’s not working here is because I own the joint. All those big corporations and politicians chasing the almighty Yuan. Never cared about people. Never cared about the planet. The only jobs left were in the military as grunts because we’re cheaper than one of those. We’re expendable. I was lucky to come back from Africa with most of my limbs. What’s the matter, Rachael? Scared of me. You shouldn’t be. One fourth of me is just like you. (Deckard grabs Sebastian by the lapels.)
DECKARD
Listen up. You’re going to apologize to the lady and you’re going to go back to cleaning your little cups or whatever it is you do back there. We got nowhere to go, same as you. We may as well make the best of it. SEBASTIAN
You listen, tough guy. I ain’t wasting my last breath sucking up to a toaster with tits. You don’t like it, you can leave.(Deckard lets go of him. He grabs Rachael and they try to walk off stage left and realize there is no exit. They move to stage right, same thing. They look at each other and hold one another. Thunder is heard rumbling in the distance. Tyrell looks out the window, a look of fear on his face. Sebastian goes back to cleaning cups. Rachael and Deckard sit back down at the counter. Tyrell sits back down and turns his back to the audience. More thunder. Lights fade.)
