JANNETTE: a 40 something year old woman
MICHAEL: JANNETTE’s husband
NANCY: JANNETTE and MICHAEL’s daughter, around 20 years old
JANNETTE’s bedroom. Present day.
At rise, JANNETTE is swiftly looking for something in the room.
Michael stands in the corner by the door watching her.
You’re never going to find it.
Then why don’t you be so kind as to tell me where you put it?
If you don’t know where it is, then there is no way for me to tell you where I put it. Even if I could tell you, I’m not sure I would.
(Stops searching and looks at MICHAEL, unimpressed)
Well now, aren’t you diplomatic? There are only so many places in this room you could have hid it. I will find it eventually. You just sit back and annoy the shit out of me like always.
What do you need the gun for anyway?
I have to do it. If I don’t stop her now, you heard what the oracle said would happen.
(JANNETTE continues searching for the gun)
You can’t mean Nancy. Jannette, you can’t kill your own daughter. OUR daughter. Have you lost your mind?
(Stops searching and throws her hands in the air)
What choice do we have? You heard the oracle. If we don’t do something to stop her it would mean complete destruction. The wall will fall, the enemy will get in and all will be lost. I hate that our daughter is the link to complete anarchy, but it is our duty to do what we can to stop it; to preserve this life for generations more.
Duty?. Not a duty to this family. How many times do you have to make that mistake before you realize that killing her is not the only answer. Don’t you love our daughter?
I love her more than anything I am. I love her more than I can contain in my body. But if we are not able to see past these things to the bigger picture, it won’t matter how much love we have if we have lost ...