THE END GAME
BY NICK JACOBS AND GUY MULLALLY
CHALLENGER:
Good heavens, what’s all the smoke about?
ROXTON:
Breakfast.
CHALLENGER:
I have some reactions I need to monitor down in the lab so I’ll take mine with
me (leans into Roxton and adds) and analyse it.
ROXTON:
The man who tamed Marguerite Krux – worthy of a medal I would imagine.
ROXTON:
Who are you? What do you want?
DEATH:
You’ve cheated me for the last time, John Roxton.
ROXTON:
No, you can’t take me…I’m still alive.
DEATH:
That’s the problem.
MARGUERITE:
John?
CHALLENGER:
What…Roxton back already?
MARGUERITE:
Well no, apparently not, I must have been dreaming.
CHALLENGER:
Well I hope it was a pleasant one.
MARGUERITE:
Not really, he was cooking. I dreamt he
burnt down the tree house.
CHALLENGER:
Oh now, Marguerite, breakfast wasn’t entirely inedible.
VERONICA:
I never realized how important he was to me, until he wasn’t there to cheer me
up everyday.
DEATH:
One by one your friends will come to me.
ROXTON: Perhaps in their own time, but not by my hand.
DEATH:
Oh, then by your negligence.
DEATH:
Are they not worth fighting for?
ROXTON:
I would lay down my life for each of them.
DEATH:
What has this man ever done for you to deserve such undying loyalty?
ROXTON:
He stands by me through thick and thin.
He listens without judgment, defends and inspires me and all that I have
ever given him, he has given back.
DEATH:
Every bond has a breaking point; eventually, he will disappoint or abandon you.
ROXTON: Never, not George Challenger.
VERONICA:
Some homecoming this has turned out to be.
MARGUERITE:
It’s not my fault they disappeared.
VERONICA:
Is that what you said when I was gone?
MARGUERITE:
That was different, you didn’t just evaporate.
VERONICA:
You didn’t answer my question. Did you
even care that I was gone…or did you just figure I was dead and rearrange the
furniture?
MARGUERITE:
Go away.
VERONICA:
You know I used to look up to you; admire you; but I really don’t know why when
all you care about is you.
DEATH:
Your friends will be released if you win the next round. If not, I’ll add one more to my collection.
ROXTON:
Not Marguerite.
DEATH:
Who else?
DEATH:
What woman can resist a well dressed man and what man can resist a woman who
desires him?
ROXTON:
This is as close to death as I ever want to be.
And even if that day were to arrive, I can only hope I’d be somewhere
else.
DEATH:
Don’t tell me you’re still concerned about Marguerite?
ROXTON:
Oh, she’s the only woman I care about.
DEATH:
Oh poor you, hopelessly entangled with such cheap little baggage.
ROXTON:
I’ll carry that baggage any place and any time.
DEATH:
And if they were to die of natural causes, what would you do then?
ROXTON:
I’d continue on with my life, what other choice would I have?
DEATH:
Oh, I can think of one.
ROXTON:
That’s not a choice, that’s a cowards way out.
DEATH:
Even if you lost your beloved Marguerite?
ROXTON:
Why, I’d go on living, just to keep the memory of her alive.
ROXTON:
It’s not the food that ruins the appetite, it’s the company.
DEATH:
This woman you love more than life itself, what can I do to break the bond?
ROXTON:
Nothing.
ROXTON:
Death was a beautiful woman.
CHALLENGER:
In fact, or in your mind?
CHALLENGER:
Yes, but the force that produced it surely was merely an illusion intended to
seduce you?
ROXTON:
No chance of that.
MARGUERITE:
None?
ROXTON:
One beautiful woman is more than enough for me.
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