ACT I
Scene 1
BLUES is quietly playing in the background. Garage.
Ben
You can’t keep your mouth shut, idiot!
Christ
He grabbed me by the leg, dude. You know how much I hate when people grab me by the leg. They are very sensitive. A few days later I still felt these fingers like grass-snakes winding round my leg. Disgusting. And just think logically. People do the most disgusting things with their hands. They touch poles, handles, cleans their asses, check purchases, brings out the trash. Human tongue doesn’t touch that much shit.
Den
Listen, tongey, try to swallow less because these have been baked not for your snacking.
Ben
I feel there’s a fly in here.
Christ
Maybe I can try, too? I must know that’s it’s not some trash we are selling to clients, right? I have to know it’s a suitable product. Quality product. That there’ll be no complains.
Ben
Well, yeah, there really is a fly flying around. Fuck, I can’t.
Den
Calm down, I can’t hear it.
Ben
I’m telling you, I can’t take it. It annoys me so much!
Den
Christ, keep your hands where I can see them. No one want your bacterias in their mouths.
Ben
Den, can you hear what I say? There is a fucking fly flying around.
Den
If it annoys you, open the door.
Ben goes to garage door. Opens it. Den and Christ sit at the table in the garage and put cupcakes in different boxes. Christ is eating more cupcakes than putting into boxes. Ben takes a huge flapper, waves it and hits everything around with it. Den turns to the audience, stands up, comes closer.
Den
Actually, Ben wasn’t that bad. The only thing he truly couldn’t stand was that annoying buzzing. He had paranoia, heard it everywhere. Like a cowboy he walked around with a flapper instead of a gun. Maybe it looked funny - a serious man who kept some rubbish in his pockets. I remember three guys have been buzzing so much that they still have the square marks on their chins. Flapper. Some guys here called him that. Or maybe because everyone looked like flies next to him.
Christ
Hey, these are very good. I’ll take some of these. Just try.
Ben
Put it back.
Christ
Damn, I asked you to just try that. Have you? Chief has been trying so much for a reason. She also will want to know. I’m telling you to try it, not to eat them all. Take one.
Ben
I told you to put it back.
Christ
Who cares about the packages? Are we some kind of bakery? I feel like an ancestor.
Ben
(he hits flapper on the table)
Either you pack it or I pack you.
Den
You really have a strong sense for aesthetics.
Christ
I’m packing, I’m packing. I’ve been packing for three hours.
Den
Sense for aesthetics, passions and a short memory. Almost two days. Two days and all the information is deleted. That's why I had to keep records of our conversations, plans and invoices. Maybe that's why I was so disgusted that I didn't even notice. (turns to Ben and Christ, they are finishing to pack last boxes, Christ is woozy, leans on a chair.) Christ wasn’t a fool. Peaceful, ass. Peaceful, sensitive maybe, but not an idiot. Sometimes he got so serious that we would shut up at once. And also he had a special bond with middle aged lonely women. I have no idea why. Maybe he seemed like a long lost son to them. Doesn't matter if she was a whore, a tramp who hasn't seen shower in ages, a housewife, kicked out of her home, or a new mother who lost her home, all of them would feel sorry for him as if he was a virgin soul. They were his audience. All of them gathered to listen to him as if it was a church on Sundays. They would taste cupcakes and ask for the recipes. Once he even got weak and started telling them. Chief hit him so hard that until now it’s hard for him to get up. Chief knows her work. Chief knows how much of these spices to put in so you can smell cupcakes from far away and what to put in so you don’t know what you’re eating. Chief knew all the recipes.
Christ
Dude, close the door. It’s not cool to be in such a freeze.
Ben closes the garage door.
Den
We never met in the downtown. These were secluded streets, somewhere between old instigated districts, soaked in the smell of death as if chimneys would still be producing old soviet smokes, which surpassed clouds of new factories and damaged destructive stink of cars, like a monument for left behind tires next to which we, almost homeless kids, used to plant apple seeds, with hopes to grow some very soon and spoil our annoying corrosive stomachs with juices, running down our mouths, through holy splitted teeth which can’t be stopped by our flipped lips. We used to meet exactly there where cars wouldn’t like to stop but were made to stop by ghosts, coming from the corners and broken doors. I used to go there on foot, especially on freezing nights when trembling body reminded me that I’m finally trembling with cold. Hands are plucked in in a way that it is clear that you are not expecting any company and you yourself are not suitable for short discussions on even the maddest subjects. It was the most important thing not to make any impression that you are the business card man.
Scene II
Garage is closed. Den sits and writes everything down.
Den
Chief used to come once a week. On Fridays, at night. 1 a.m. exactly. She used to say that punctuality is the first step towards a great business. Chief used to come to the garage and find us three there.
The garage door opens. Ben sits on a stool and picks his nails. There are various tasty goods on the table. Christ has a bib on and tries each goody. Chief, a woman of more or less 30 years of age, wearing a white apron, tied her hair into a bun, puts one more plate with goodies on the table.
Den
Chief always was wearing white. No one have to notice that you have smeared your clothes. She was a wonderful cook. Exactly the audience for the Christ, if you believe everything I have said. But it’s not for me to tell what you should believe in.
Chief
(to Christ)
Isn’t there too much sugar, dear?
Christ
(like a gourmet expert)
Well, it could be a little less, yes. I want to feel the real taste, true raw unobscured taste.
Ben
You wouldn’t even notice if you had been served a pile of salt instead of a cake.
Christ
Don’t be so jealous. Chief trusts my taste receptors and you never try anything with us.
Chief
Never?
Ben
It harms my alertness.
Chief
You can’t sell your product if you don’t know what it is.
Christ
That’s exactly what I’m saying, right? Ben, I have said it, word to word.
Chief
Hey, we are doing very well, grab one each, guys, and let’s celebrate.
Den
I don’t eat anything I don’t know what it is made of.
Chief
Don’t be so sure. (laughs) You know what is in it and a chief never reveals secrets of the kitchen. If everyone knew the recipes, everyone could bake it so what would I be doing then?
Christ
Yes, chief is here so that we are happy and satisfied, right? Isn’t it what I always say?
Everyone takes a cupcake, eat.
Den
It has something incredibly similar to “Mommy’s” bakery on the other block. Maybe just a bit more salty and spicy.
Chief
Why do you need that bakery if I am going to take care of you? What do you lack, babe, huh? Money, roof over your head? Don’t be greedy. On the other block. Goddamn. If it is so good there, you can be a cashier there and eat in “Mommy’s” bakery then, can’t you? You can be a navvy there or a family here.
Ben
He overreacted.
Den
I overreacted?
Christ
Chief, he just isn’t capable to value this as much as I can.
Chief
(comes close to Ben who is standing further from the others)
Get me that bakery.
Ben
What for?
Chief
Tonight. Bakery. All of it. With its workers or without them. Either they are baking for us or they are baking against us, do you understand?
Ben leaves.
Christ
I think I ate too much.
Chief
Don’t you like it anymore, dear?
Christ
I like it very much but I just can’t have any more. And I’m thirsty. Water. I want water very much.
Chief
To spoil such a wonderful taste with water!
Christ
But I really am very thirsty.
Den
We could work more efficiently and maybe even to widen our views if we knew a little bit more. About the product, what is in it and how to perfect it.
Chief
My dear fellas, it's too early, you understand. You are not ready. We are not ready to expand. Maybe after some time, you understand, right? Now we can’t afford that. You wanted to work with me. So now you don’t trust that I know what I’m doing and how to do it? What to mix greens with and what not to mix. What to sweeten, what to add more spice to. Den, babe, don’t you trust me?
Den
Of course I trust you. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.
Chief
Good. Then check on Ben how is he doing. Sometimes he can’t manage his temper. He either forgets something or takes what he shouldn’t have taken.
Christ
Takes? What? That bastard.
Den
We haven’t had any serious problems because of him, yet.
Chief
Nothing you would know about.
Den leaves.
Scene III
Christ has overeaten and lies on the table. Chief sits next to him and caresses his hair.
Chief
You know, I perfected them because of your comments.
Christ
Really?
Chief
Yes, your ideas are very important to me.
Christ
Ah, stop that bullshit.
Chief
Really. You are the only one who tries all the products, who thinks about them and comments. I can trust you.
Christ
Water.
Chief
Enjoy a little bit more, isn’t it pleasant?
Christ
Yeah.
Chief
I want you to cook with me.
Christ
You will tell me everything?
Chief
Well, you’ll help me. Don’t you want it? Don’t you want to be a part of this pleasure? Don’t you want to change the world? I could really use your keen eye.
Christ
And what about Den and Ben? They could be a part of it, too.
Chief
Do you trust them? I see you have to be kept safe, you don’t see all the picture. They are not like us, you see. They are greedy and they could use others very easily. Flipper is important as a mean but you are really talented. Talented like Einstein, you see? Like Ray Charles.
Christ
Like who? Sharles?
Chief
You may not see the notes but you are pouring with passion for this art. I can see you creating wonderful melodies for everyone’s palate. It’s your piano, your audience, your gaffers and you are the show, you see, Christ? You are the show.
Christ hums a melody. Den comes back to the garage, stops at the doorway, closes the door.
Den
How does a business card man look like? Business card man is paranoid. He has something to lose, he himself doesn’t know what exactly and all the details on it, but once he gets the card, he knows it has something what helps him to survive in these streets. Everyone who doesn’t have one become an enemy. They become terrorists, thieves, shadows in the night who wants to take away your goods, to take away your privilege. Even though it’s only you who thinks of it as a privilege, maybe they don’t even need it but everyone without it looks suspicious. You become a business card man. You can distinct them from the way they go back to they homelands to visit their families and pick up the last things they have left behind. They keep their hands in their pockets as if trying to protect them or keep them straight to show there isn’t a thing in them. They walk like shadows between those they used to know and try to be locals. They copy walks like parrots, they spit on the ground if locals also has spat on the ground. They are scared of their lives before business card. And maybe they are the most scared to see their old image, which now looks like a ghost, wandering without a meaning. Wandering in streets, calmly looking around, slow, not scared. As if it knows what is going to happen. But really you don't know anything. There are just you and your business card. Your business card and Chief who showed you the meaning of sweet life.
ACT II
Scene I
Christ, wearing a suit, stands in a town square.
Christ
POSTERS GIVE-AWAY! For free! Who wants a poster! We are for posters and the right to protest! Poster? I can give you an empty one, you will fill it in yourself what are you protesting against! For freedom or for us. One is free to choose what to protest for! We have pens and markers! Great choice! We protest!
Chief / Journalist
Excuse me, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Are you the spokesperson?
Christ
I am just a human sometimes citizens don't understand that a simple human can do something and it is important to just do something sometimes I do in my bed sometimes I do it in the toilet sometimes in the street sometimes in the city hall today I do a protest and anyone who wants joins me and those who want are civilian for our rights and freedoms brotherhoods cults and parties
Chief / Journalist
I see. Can you say in a few words? Well, what all this is about?
Christ
People are parasites THEIR people are not ours although they probably are saying that we must be exterminated but it’s just propaganda and just lies and we really our culture is above all this culture where we choose ourselves what to do for cultural activities who we want to express our opinion racism antisemitism veganism ism ism paperwork-ism paperwork-ism maybe you can publicly announce or are you broadcasting it live announce please about the posters and all of us have the right to protest we a little bit more that their people but what kind of people are they
Chief / Journalist
Can you be more specific?
Christ
I just don’t like them very much well they are abnormal and I think they should be treated they should be hospitalized and treated just in case and also show them to no one I think that they should be bombed exterminated deported not let get close to me to talk to me to touch my hand my hair to touch my oxygen it is only mine because how are they going to adapt to our air it is totally different air there is so much smog where they are from they will bring it with them and we will have to get used to it but actually it is just my opinion and I am not pushing it to anyone I do not think it is worth to discuss because we all have an opinion just take a poster and express your opinion on the poster you can even puke on it it is important to express it because everyone has an opinion it is important just not to push it on others
Chief / Journalist
These are very wise words and philosophical thoughts. Maybe you could tell us what solution are you suggesting?
Christ
I have an opinion that they must be wash AJAX is very suitable for the colored ones sometimes you don't even have to grind and if you have to then you can pour some bleach with lots of oxidant and ammonia there is AJAX for whites but there are so much of these sometimes that it is not worth to clean it it is better to buy a new one new ones take two weeks it really happens sometimes even a month if you take care of it and don't sit at home or in bars of course it is important not to mix colored ones with white ones just take out and you see it is dead of course it is not some kind of ad just an advice we actually are against propaganda any kind western eastern northen any kind they only want to wash our brains and we just want to wash them with new technology of technologies actually we have some very modern AJAX new cleaner can quickly and without an effort to erase any kind of stain
Chief / Journalis
Thank you very much for such detailed information. For our dear viewers we would like to remind that new AJAX cleaner is already available in the shops.
Christ
I would like to add more
Chief / Journalist
Dear, I think it’s gonna be enough.
Christ
But I have something to add
Chief / Journalist
It’s okay, enough, go, pack your stuff. Dear viewers, as you see, our country is grasped by chaos. Mad and angry citizens are protesting but can’t really do anything. We have become so powerless because any lunatic can go on a street and propagate racism. Can’t you see? This is an obvious propaganda! Clowns are controlling us, mad men who are unable to say what they want and what they do are controlling us.
Christ
Yes! We have to save ourselves! We have to arm ourselves!
Chief / Journalist
Dear viewers, I don't know how you feel but I am honestly scared. Dear sir, do you have a permission for this show?
Christ
Permission? I know nothing about any permissions.
Chief / Journalist
Are you saying that you organized this without a permission?
Ben
(goes to Christ, arrests him)
Come with me.
Christ
Ben? Ben, you know.
Ben
Don't pretend you don't understand, Christ. You cooked with them, made the batter, put in the chemicals.
Christ
Ben, you understand. I never knew the recipe. I don't know the recipe. I just mix these products which I am told to mix, Ben.
Chief / Journalist
As I was telling, dear viewers, we are very confused. We lack responsibility. We don't trust each other.
Christ
Please, give me some water. I am so thirsty. Water!
Chief / Journalist
The tests showed that this mad man was stoned. He acted alone without understanding of what he was doing. We need to avoid such actions in the future. We need a harsh hand which would change everything. We will feel safe. In this man's hands we will feel safe.
Ben nods his head.
Scene II
Garage doors are closed. Den is standing in front of it.
Den
Flipper really had a weak memory. Two days and he would forget what he was doing and what he had to do next. For these things I was there. Christ was bringing our ideas to the wide audiences. Flipper would make way for him. I was writing the story which was taking place, with all the details and conversations. Until then we never had to know each other's work. We were absolutely sure that our system worked and would continue to work until all the particles of it winded to the right side without jumping up or changing places. What has never crossed my mind? I was writing only the first draft. He has to go to the editors hands who decided that a few paragraphs were absolutely unnecessary.
Garage door opens. Ben is intensively eating the cupcakes one after the other. Chief stands there, leaning on the door.
Den
For example, the author is unnecessary. The author is not interesting. The author has no function. The audience knows nothing about the author. You don't have to know the author if you are interested only in the story.
Ben
Are you sure? I don't remember him telling anything. I really don't. What are we going to do?
Chief
You have to be watchful and calm down.
Ben
What are we going to do, god damn it? We'll hide here in the garage? Fuck, it's a fly again, I guarantee you. I can't find a way to kill it.
Chief
It's just an illusion, darling. There is nothing flying around.
Ben
Don't argue with me. I'm not deaf, it's not an illusion, I hear it for fuck's sake. They live here somewhere. Just flew by my ear, I didn't even notice.
Chief
You already killed it a few minutes ago, Ben. I guarantee you, you're just paranoid. You killed it a few minutes ago and were extremely happy.
Ben
Really? Maybe I have killed it.
Chief
You killed it and threw it away behind the garage. Really, I haven't heard buzzing for quite some time. And you don't hear it, eat and calm down.
Ben
So what are we going to do now, huh? The two of us?
Den starts buzzing like a fly.
Ben
Well fuck, I hear it again, I assure you something's in here.
Chief
There is nothing here.
Ben
When are they coming? They don't know anything? Do they know anything? Do they at least have a vague idea of what they will have to do?
Chief
are coming in a few moments. There will be two, one charming, with long hair, almost Jesus Christ, right? Maybe just a bit more alive. Another is a short one but very diligent. He will help you to calm down. And also will help me to sort things out. Almost a bookkeeper, secretary and documentary person, all in one.
Ben
To sort things out, you say?
Chief
Yes. Try these, I changed the recipe.
Ben
But it tastes the same.
Chief
The recipe has been totally changed. Maybe you just ate so much that you forgot. It really is sweeter, take one more.
Ben
Maybe it is sweeter.
Chief
Really.
Den closes the garage door.
Den
That time chief didn’t put chocolate inside, but put in on the top. I understand that you may say that nothing has changed, but take a look inside, it looks totally different. Neat, graceful, aesthetical. Ben really had a strong sense for aesthetics. But to tell the truth, in “Mommy’s” bakery cupcakes tasted the same. Despite all the Chief’s tales that there they are disgusting and inedible. Even when I was there the last time, say whatever you want, it tasted the same. The same spices, the same flour, only the looks are a bit different. The last time I was at “Mommy’s” bakery they honestly told me the recipe. Nothing special, I was thinking, but Chief got very mad. Nothing can anger chiefs as much as clients in the know. Chief has told us that we are not ready for big changes. Only for chocolate sprinkles. I would like to say that they are the same and Ben wants to say that but there is no author in this story anymore and we don’t remember the taste of old ones very well.
Scene III
"Mommy’s" bakery. Garage opens. Christ leaves through the door.
Christ
Variety of the tastes! Simple cupcakes! Carrot cupcakes! Muffins with feta cheese! Cupcakes "Santa's little elves"! Cupcakes "Surprise"! Cupcakes with special effects! Cupcakes with side effects! Cupcakes "Election 2016"! Cupcakes with pistachios! Cupcakes without pistachios! Cupcakes for gourmet elite! Tasteless cupcakes for mazochists! Cupcakes "Health"! Cupcakes "Pension"! Cupcakes with VAT! Cupcakes for those who are in the hurry! Cupcakes for those who has nowhere to rush to! Mouth watering cupcakes with raisins! Natural cupcakes! Chemical cupcakes! Colourful cupcakes! Cupcakes your mom don't let you eat! Cupcakes your dad secretly eats! Cupcakes the goverment has forbidden, but actually they are healthy! Sir, wait, sir, I have a cupcake just right for you. Just for you, sir. A warm nice cupcake. Warm as home, one might say. Personalised cupcakes for everyone's needs, according to your personality, likes, hobbies, life style, style, political views. Sir, I see this would fit you perfectly well.
Den
It would fit me if you left me alone.
Christ
We have a cupcake for peace. It is called "Peace". It would make you very peaceful.
Den
Thank you, I have eaten enough.
Christ
Really? You look hungry. I haven't seen such a skinny human in a while.
Den
I haven't seen you in a while, too.
Christ
Den? Den. Den! Den, it's so good to see you! It really is. You know, sometimes I lie but not this time. You're not in a rush, right? Of course you're not. Come on in, Den, come on in. We'll try, we'll talk.
Den
You found a job. A good one.
Christ
Here? No, this is temporary, you see? Just for a while. And then? Then I'll be going, you know, to the open waters, you see? I'm going far away. It's only temporary with these cupcakes, you know, I just wanted to try it elsewhere.
Silence.
Den
You've been fired, haven't you?
Christ
Fired? No one has fired me, Den, stop it. For me after… the event, you see, they called me and said "We see you are special." You see, Den? They told me they believed in my ideas and they were in need of such a brisk person like me. That I would be useful there. That I’m going to get a raise straight away. Well, you see, some in cash, some in cupcakes but it still is a lot. You see, it’s because of the way I am.
Den
Special.
Christ
Den, how are you? How are all the others?
Den
Where?
Christ
Well, you know, at Chief’s. How is it going there?
Den
I was dismissed before you.
Christ
How come? Den, what are you saying? Den, me. (pause) Den, I don’t remember.
Den
That’s why I was dismissed. That’s why you need memory. You know, you don’t have to write down the story, but to create it. I’m not a creator, Christ. There are some very creative people among the youngsters who doesn’t remember a thing. Who live on cupcakes before they start working in the garage. They are creative. They wear your beard on a chin like an imitation, they wear my glasses like an authenticity, they create the image.
Christ
Den, I, too, wanted to say something.
Den
I saw.
Christ
You saw me? I also wanted to say something. You know, I wanted to change something so much. Just to make it different, not like it is now. I wanted to clean. I hated myself.
Den
Her, maybe.
Christ
Well, yes, her, Den. How much I hated her, Den. So I saw everything and ate everything, Den, like you. She directed everything, showed it and that's it. You see? I was thinking, it was all her fault. She took it from you, from me, from everyone, stole it. She stole us.
Den
You were full and happy.
Silence.
Christ
Den? Listen, Den, I'm here not because I want to.
Den
I know.
Christ
There is no order and justice, Den.
Den
You were full and happy.
Christ
Listen, Den, I still have couple posters. You want one?
Den
What for?
Christ
Because I'm neither full nor happy.
Den
Why do you need a poster?
Christ
we can do anything together, you see? I'm alone. Well, I'm a mad man, Den, but you! You know everything, you understand everything so well! Take a poster.
Act III
Scene I
Journalist, Chief and Ben sit at the table in the garage. In front of the garage there are Den and Christ sitting with posters.
Journalist
Good morning, dear viewers. Today is a very nice day. Actually, it is a extremely nice weather today. Like a new page of the book of spring. Really very good morning, dear viewers. We would like to brighten this good morning with today's news.
Ben
I heard there were a protest yesterday.
Chief buzzes like a fly.
Ben
Fuck, you're not hiding from me.
Journalist
Dear viewers, I would like to greet our today's guest. Today's guest is very hospitable. Let's warmly greet our today's guest Chief! Chief has some great news for us, yes? Would you like to announce them yourself?
Chief
Yes, I would love to. Dearests, I would like to announce the joyful news about the new chain of product. From now on "Chief’s" kitchen will serve steaks. Fresh, new, flavours like never tasted before.
Journalist
That is a great new but why our viewers should trust you? Your cupcakes chain has went bankrupt. It was a failure.
Chief
Well, it was just a bad investment. It didn’t payoff, so what? Cupcakes have never won, it never have won the market, you understand? Never, but we will win with steaks. We will feed the hungry. I hear your voices. I hear all the hungry and unsatisfied. You want change. I want change. I have come to say what everyone is thinking but are afraid to say out loud. We will just explode the cupcake market and will pave the way for new product chain. We have to distance ourselves from cupcakes, people used to like them so much and that is the reason why we have such a situation right now. That's the reason why. And that is why we need to arm, we need to be safe because steak haters want to change our views. They want to ruin our future, they want nothing to change. We need change, we need reforms, we need unity, we need faith and hope, we need steaks. We need fat, tight necks and sirloin. We need ribs. We need meat. Someone has to take responsibility for this chaos and mess. We will make sure that our garage, our community, our values would be kept safe and those who try to destroy us would pay! We will win.
Christ
Den? Can you hear me? Den? I will be full again, you see? They listened to us, Den. It will be so, so tasty, my mouth is watering already. Den, can you hear it? We will win. We will win and we will be full. Full and happy. We only have to destroy those who threaten our stomachs. Those who took away our sense of fullness, who took away our unity, they all must be destroyed.
Den
It was us.
Christ
Den? Den, what are you talking about?
Den
It was us who made us starve. We were being fed, we didn't know how to cook and blamed everyone else.
Christ
What are you talking about, Den? Didn't you hear? They are going to take away our future and you want to take away our hope.
Den
Christ, fuck, Christ, I have understood everything!
Christ
People are parasites. THEIR people, not ours.
Den
Listen, Christ.
Christ
Take him. Take him away.
Ben
Let's go.
Den
Listen, Christ, I only wanted to tell you. Christ, it was us. You know that.
Journalist
As I've been telling, dear viewers, we all are very confused. We lack responsibility. We don't trust each other.
Chief
We will take care that our garage, our community, our values would be protected and those poeple who are trying to destroy us would pay for that! We will win. When we will be full, then we will be happy.
Christ
Steak with barbeque sauce. Sour sweet steak. Steak with fries. Steak without fries. Dessert steak. Your steak. My steak. Personally generated steak. When are we going to eat?
Ben
Does anyone see that fucking fly?
Chief
What fly?
Ben
Hey, I hear it, there. Kill it.
Den closes the garage door with a bang. Christ claps his hands. Buzzing stops. Christ is holding his hands together.
Ben
Hey, it has stopped.
Chief
What do you mean, it has stopped?
Ben
It really stopped, dude, the buzzing stopped. Show me, show me it.
Christ opens his palms.
Ben
There is nothing here.
Chief
How come there isn't? It must have fallen somewhere.
Ben
It didn't fall. There just is no fly. Look, there isn't.
Chief
Maybe it is flying around somewhere, look for it, search for that fly. Can you hear it? I think it is buzzing.
Ben
I don't hear it.
Silence.
Christ
It is so quiet.
Ben
Hey, where did Den go?
THE END
