CHARACTER NAM E
BRIEF DESCRIPTION
AGE
GENDER
García Schwartz
N/A N/A
middle-aged man middle-aged man
The M CDONALD’S THEM E, ambient, industrial, at quarter note = 60bpm, harmonized in parallel minor seconds in the bass register, sounds loudly. García, dressed in all white prison-looking garb, a chain hanging from each limb, stands front stage, directly addressing the audience. GARCÍA I never thought I’d be a martyr. He scampers over to a rusty metal table and sits in the adjacent rusty metal chair. He quickly attaches the chains on his arms and legs to the arms and legs of the chair, and then affixes his gaze on the table. SCHWARTZ Eat it. You’ve made it this far. All our work can’t be in vain. García stares up at Schwartz, eyes bulging in terror. Suddenly, he jumps up, his poorly-tied chains coming off the chair, runs front stage, and addresses the audience. GARCÍA If I had a choice, I would choose indecision. Knowing what I’m about to do... it makes my heart hurt... But I don’t have a choice. I don’t have an option... Human sacrifice. He scurries back to the chair and the chains. Once, er, comfortable... he abruptly begins to cower in fear. Schwartz grabs him violently behind the neck, pushing his face toward a rusty metal plate. Schwartz’ monstrous, slimy free hand removes its rusty metal cover. A monstrous, slimy cheeseburger sits precariously in the middle of the plate... LIGHTS OUT. Presently, García, with a SPOT LIGHT, appears front stage. GARCÍA It was difficult—damn, was it difficult. But what’s one man’s life if it can save the life of many? Of the world?... I jumped on the grenade. I ate it. The last Big M ac in the world. He, clutching his heart, falls to the ground. Dead. CURTAIN