The play opens in a moment of intensity and confusion. Trump’s detail has been breached.
Beta detail skirted Trump away to an ambulance that is secure, always traveling with the motorcade. Urgently, Trump prompts his detail…
Trump: Where’s Lazarus X? Get Lazarus! Now !
Beta Detail Agent 2 (Nick Sparks):
Sir, an electromagnetic pulse occurred from the three bombs. Our neuropathic coms are down. We have boots on the ground trying to locate all essential personnel.
Trump: And Lazarus?
Beta Detail Agent 2 (Nick Sparks) cont:
Your personal alpha detail has confirmed two Killed In Action (KIA) and one Missing In Action (MIA). Due to his last known position we can assume Lazarus is the MIA. From his vantage point, he may be in pursuit of any hostiles.
Mike:
Of the decoy Eagles, intelligence suggests regretfully no survivors from either detail. Security and decoys are a total loss though -
Trump interrupts
Trump:
Mike, have the planet’s flags drawn half mast out of respect for this time of mourning.
Mike: Yes Sir.
Nick Sparks’ attention has been elsewhere–– he is receiving vital information on a device. He gesticulates for attention.
Nick Sparks:
One peculiar occurrence has been identified. Both John and Mark’s gel packs of The 3 Overseers’ holographic remains were genetically verified after being found at separate detonation sites. John’s at our Eagles 2 and Mark with Eagle 3s . Their emitters were incinerated.
Trump:
Sparks, are you telling me someone may have been compromised and/or our itinerary was leaked?
Mike Pompeo slams his hands down on the table, filled with subdued panic
Pompeo: God damn it. Sir––freedom to speak freely?
Trump clearly has no time for formalities. As supreme leader he commands quick (reckless) action.
Trump:
Go Mike! This is an active crime scene. We can not sit on our laurels believing attacks have come to an end , not only for the victims’ sake but the survivors’ too.
Mike:
Planetary daily briefings occurred at 6 a.m. Venus CST. The Defense Innocuous Department confirmed our security detail’s neuropathway com’s were, have been, and continue to come under planetwide hacking. This intelligence was ignored due to complacency.
Trump grimaces- he does not like being held accountable. Pompeo desperately continues.
Mike:
Sir , Mr. Supreme Leader ! We are in...in ..a state of denial, believing we’ve no true foes and only friends. This administration must take our blinders off! At my discretion, the planet's national guards have been activated under my authority with a systemwide material witness arrest warrant and detention of Poor Richard .
Elaine Cho (cabinet member), having been unable to get a word in edgewise chides:
Elaine Cho: Poor Richard.
Trump: Poor Richard!
Mike lays out his evidence
Mike Pompeo:
We must accept facts. We cannot lay out a defense of coincidence that surrounds this terrorist’s act.
Trump interrupts again
Trump: The three Overseers’ terrorists?
Mike Pompeo:
Yes Sir. Counterintelligence gathered background chatter via metadata collections. The dossier of our Planetary National Security Counselor’s advisor confirms that John, Mark, and that dick we refer to as Poor Richard have had bad intentions against our administration since your Freudian slip caused a crash in the value of N/WIVF Inc. stocks, leading to large sell-offs.
Flabbergasted, The New Supreme Leader adds,
Trump: Mike, are you suggesting I am at fault here? Or is it simply a huge mistake of our admin?
Mike Pompeo: Sir, we are all to blame here! There is enough to go around. What is of paramount importance is that…that…hologram Dick I’d found.
Lights close on this scene.
The curtains open on a man, sitting center stage. A single light illuminates him, leaving the rest of the staff in darkness.
Poor Richard:
Dear brothers John and Mark! How long shall I mourn thee?
Behind Poor Richar, a holographic text box appears and reads as follows. Director can choose whether there is narration reading the text out loud, or if the silence will carry itself.
“The grand deception of using nano – holographic projection technology by The 3 Overseers as duplicates had persuaded those in attendance and online live streaming the telecast that indeed both Mark and John were on stage with Donald Trump when the blast went off . The scheme was so sophisticated that Trump himself would be forced to testify before a Senate Committee that he felt flesh when shaking their hands. Providence would have it that The 3 Overseers had devised new tech: highly explosive blasting caps disguised as nano flakes of talcum powder, or as it appeared in Trump’s mind’s eye--dandruff. The real hologram 2 Overseers of John and Mark located triplet Eagle teams alpha, beta, and charlie the set shape charges of micro c4 explosives with 2 suicide belts worn. Charlie’s belt was haphazardly left in the pit--location near the bandstand. Poor Richard neuropathically would be sent “go” signals of ”Perched” needing 2 calls ( text ) to implement the plan.”
Light cue. Poor Richard will stand here and begin a reenactment of this moment in time. The way he moves is ethereal, almost dance-like. Potential use of dance “stunt” double to portray Trump.
The agreement was that Poor Richard himself would dust off the detonation cap he wove into his collar microscopically.
Receiving both signals, Poor Richard was supposed to lead The New Supreme Leader Donald Trump or his look – a – like to the pit to wave at the musicians and into eternity.
Instead of following through, Poor Richard allowed Trump prematurely, by dusting off dandruff, to detonate the nano c4. He could have easily moved backwards, not allowing himself to be touched. Then he should have guided Trump to the orchestra pit but choose the coward’s way out as unbelievers, not willing to sacrifice his sentient life as a true believer.
Agent Lazarus X bursts into the space with Poor Richard. Once dimly lit, the stage is now full of harsh light.
Agent Lazarus X:
Freeze you holographic motherfucker or I’ll blow your fucking emitter all the way to kingdom come
Poor Richard v:
How did you find me and who are you ?
Lazarus maintained eye contact with the emitter in his crosshairs
Lazarus X:
You arrogant son of a bitch. I was on stage the whole time, invisible due to being in this wheelchair simply dressed in this “Make America Great Again” red hat. Being a master of disguise, I was concerned about 2 of The Overseers when noticing their emitters were frauds, not carrying the official seal of MIT’s Serendipity Binary Code Labs SBCL engravement on it via my cybernetic bionic left eye.
It’s the small details I’m paid to pay attention to.
Poor Richard:
But you failed, agent. Our detonations were synchronized, allowing us to cause maximum damage to all 3 of the Eagles as a precaution because Trump is well known to travel with decoys. So, we win and obviously you’re not the greatest agent.
Lazarus X:
You megalomaniac dick ! Don’t let the wife beater, red hat, blue jeans and wheelchair fool you. I’m no Kanye West impersonator. I’m watching you closely, prepared to fire if you so much as even perspire, let alone make a sudden move and it’s curtains for you.
Poor Richard raises an eyebrow, provoking Lazarus X.
Lazarus X (cont):
And it’s Secret Special Agent Lazarus X of The Unknowns to scumbags like you.
Poor Richard, bewildered, yet maintaining a calmness
Poor Richard:
What makes you so confident I’m not wearing a suicide nano bomb?
Lazarus X:
I made an error at first, surreptitiously observing you and doing genuine surveillance on the 2 decoy holograms posing as your brothers. Then too late I realized, one of these things didn’t look like the other.
Trump accidentally detonated what must have been a micro – blasting cap. Was it the dandruff?
growing impatient, Poor Richard speaks up
Poor Richard: You must have been perplexed trying to figure out a motive for sentient flesh holograms to make a successful assassination attempt against your administration. It was a culmination of Freudian slips and the signing of a bill into law that affected N/IWIVF Inc’s bottom line that led The 3 Overseers to plot to kill the New Supreme Leader.
Lazarus motioned with his service revolver for Poor Richard to raise his hands and turn around so as not facing him in order to take him offline.
Epilogue
Once again, our stage carries a hologram (standard projector prop) for the audience to read the epilogue notes. Cue Lazarus X and Poor Richard in a dance for the light. The contrast between stillness and chaos should catch the viewer's eye. This moment should be and feel choreographed to the following direction.
After the detonation, protagonist Lazarus X saw Poor Richard stealthily move into the background with such a calm amongst a panicked crowd that Lazarus was reassured when he witnessed Poor Richard fleeing the scene. Someone had to pursue any potential suspects. Trump and his surrounding entourage all appeared unconscious but alive, not moving due to the explosion.
Rolling through the maintenance corridors in hot pursuit, the open area offered no concealment for Poor Richard.
Now, there wasn’t much left for Lazarus X to do. He had his confession, and so, hat in hand he reached up, grabbed Poor Richard's emitter and using the Death Con 3's voice recognition feature he said the secret words to put this ordeal to an end. He spoke the last sentence Poor Richard would ever hear:
Lazarus X: You’re terminated! The end
