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The New World Order
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A blindfolded man sitting on a chair. Two men (DES and LIONEL) looking at him. |
DES | Do you want to know something about this man? |
LIONEL | What? |
DES | He hasn't got any idea at all of what we're going to do to him. |
LIONEL | He hasn't, no. |
DES | He hasn't, no. He hasn't got any idea at all about any one of the number of things that we might do to him. |
LIONEL | That we will do to him. |
DES | That we will. |
Pause. | |
Well. some of them. We'll do some of them. | |
LIONEL | Sometimes we do all of them |
DES | That can be counterproductive. |
LIONEL | Bollocks. |
They study the man. He is still. | |
DES | But anyway here he is, here he is sitting here, and he hasn't the faintest idea of what we might do to him. |
LIONEL | Well, he probably has the faintest idea. |
DES | A faint idea, yes. Possibly. |
DES bends over the man. | |
Have you? What do you say? | |
He straightens. | |
Let's put it this way. He has little idea of what we might do to him, of what in fact we are about to do to him. | |
LIONEL | Or his wife. Don't forget his wife. He has little idea of that we are about to do with his wife. |
DES | Well, he probably has some idea, he's probably got some idea. After all. he's read the papers |
LIONEL | What papers? |
Pause | |
DES | You1re right there. |
LIONEL | Who is this cunt anyway? What is he, some kind of peasant - or a lecturer in theology? |
DES | He's a lecturer in fucking peasant theology. |
LIONEL | Is he? What about his wife? |
DES | Women don't have theological inclinations. |
LIONEL | Oh, I don't know. I used to discuss that question with my mother - quite often. |
DES | What question? |
LIONEL | Oh you know, the theological aspirations of the female. |
Pause | |
DES | What did she say? |
LIONEL | She said ... |
DES | What? |
Pause. | |
LIONEL | I can't remember. |
He turns to the man in the chair. | |
Motherfucker. | |
DES | Fuckpig |
They walk round the chair. | |
LIONEL | You know what I find really disappointing? |
DES | What? |
LIONEL | The level of ignorance that surrounds us. I mean, this prick here - |
DES | You called him a cunt last time. |
LIONEL | What? |
DES | You called him a cunt last time. Now you call him a prick. How many times do 1 have to tell you? You've got to learn to define your terms and stick to them. You can't call him a cunt in one breath and a prick in the next. The terms are mutually contradictory. You'd lose face in any linguistic discussion group, take my tip. |
LIONEL | Christ. Would I? |
DES | Definitely. And you know what it means to you. You know what language means to you. |
LIONEL | Yes. I do know. |
DES | Yes, you do know. Look at this man here, for example. He's a first class example. See what I mean? Before he came in here he was a big shot, he never stopped shooting his mouth off, he never stopped questioning received ideas. Now - because he's apprehensive about what's about to happen to him - he's stopped all that, he's got nothing more to say, he's more or less called it a day. I mean once - not too long ago - this man was a man of conviction, wasn't he, a man of principle. Now he's just a prick. |
LIONEL | Or a cunt. |
DES | And we haven't even finished with him. We haven't begun. |
LIONEL | No, we haven't even finished with him. We haven't even finished with him! Well, we haven't begun. |
DES | And there's still his wife to come. |
LIONEL | That's right. We haven't finished with him. We haven't even begun. And we haven't finished with his wife either. |
DES | We haven't even begun |
LIONEL puts his band over his face and sobs. | |
What are you crying about? | |
LIONEL | I love it. I love it. I love it |
He grasps DES'S shoulder. | |
Look. I have to tell you. I've got to tell you. There's no one else I can tell. | |
DES | All right. Fine. Go on. What is it? Tell me. |
Pause. | |
LIONEL | I feel so pure. |
Pause. | |
DES | Well, you're right. You're right to feel pure. You know why? |
LIONEL | Why? |
DES | Because you're keeping the world clean for democracy. |
They look into each other's eyes. | |
DES | I'm going to shake you by the hand. |
DES shakes LIONEL'S band. He then gestures to the man in the chair with his thumb. | |
And so will he ...(he
looks at his watch)... in about thirty-five
minutes.
End. |
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