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Epilogue
In the darkness, we hear the sound of an airplane flying.
The lights come up on the boat with our three men from chapter one: MARTIN, LOMAR and HALL.
HALL
(Glancing up. Waving.)
Hey! Hey!
LOMAR
(Excited.)
I'm seeing the plane! I'm seeing it.
MARTIN
What the fuck, man? Where?
HALL
(Pointing up.)
Look there!
MARTIN
Wow! Oh my God! It's a plane!
HALL
(To Martin.)
Of course it is!
(They start crying out.)
MARTIN
We are here! Here! Help! Help!
LOMAR
Please!
MARTIN
Here! Here! Here!
LOMAR
We're here!
HALL
Look down, asshole.
MARTIN
Save us!
HALL
Motherfucker! Here! We're here!
LOMAR
Here! Please!
MARTIN
Look here!
(The sound of the airplane is diminishing.)
LOMAR
Not, please, not.
MARTIN
Don't go. I beg you, stay, man!
LOMAR
Look for us.
(The sound of the plane fades away until silence fills the place.)
LOMAR
C'mon!
HALL
Damn it!
MARTIN
They left!
LOMAR
For heaven's sake!
MARTIN
We'll never get out of this boat… It's the end.
HALL
(To Martin)
Shut up!
LOMAR
He's right, cowboy. Martin is right, you know, it's like a foul ball, sometimes it seems to be the solution, but it gets nothing.
HALL
Stop this shit. I'm sick of you two.
LOMAR
The plane went away. But the island's still there!
MARTIN
(Gazing over.)
Man... I-I... I can't see the island anymore.
LOMAR
What?
MARTIN
Oh my God, I don't get to see—
LOMAR
It means that you lost your faith.
MARTIN
I don't know… I don't know…
HALL
You two are acting like morons.
MARTIN
Only God is my judge.
HALL
That's ridiculous! Stop that shit!
(Martin falls to his knees, raises his arms and closes his eyes.)
MARTIN
Oh my God! Where's the island?
(A moment.)
MARTIN
(Opens his eyes. Emotional.)
I got it.
LOMAR
Are you seeing it again?
MARTIN
Yes, yes… I see the beautiful island!
LOMAR
It's a miracle, Martin! You've got your faith.
HALL
Oh boy! Here we go!
MARTIN
(Arms raised.)
Thanks God!
HALL
(Mocking.)
Wow! A miracle!
LOMAR
Yeah, it's a miracle of Lord.
HALL
Bullshit.
MARTIN
(Getting up)
Don't do that, cowboy!
LOMAR
You're making fun of us.
HALL
Where's your sense of humour? Gimme a break, assholes!
LOMAR
If we weren't on this boat, I'd hit you.
HALL
I'm not afraid of you.
MARTIN
Easy, guys!
(Lomar and Hall stare at each other for a moment. Then...)
LOMAR
All right! All right! You know, if I hit you, you will fall into the sea, and the shark will eat you. It's like a murder, and I'm not a killer.
HALL
You could try it, big boy.
MARTIN
Stop it! Please? Stop it. We have to think about what we're going to do now, right?
LOMAR
We need to get on the island.
HALL
You know that island doesn't exist.
MARTIN
Hall, shut up!
HALL
We will never get there.
(They sit while the boat drifts.)
HALL
Never!
(A moment of silence, then…)
LOMAR
I wanna eat my bread.
MARTIN
Hey... What did we talk about?
LOMAR
We must eat our bread at the same time.
MARTIN
I'm not hungry.
HALL
And neither am I.
LOMAR
I need to eat... right now...
MARTIN
Lomar... we've just one bread... the last one.
LOMAR
Gimme my chunk, please? Will you?
MARTIN
What do you think, Hall?
HALL
I don't know... if he wants to eat his piece... alright… that's okay for me.
MARTIN
And when we have to eat ours, what will he do?
HALL
He'll be just looking.
LOMAR
I swear that I'll be quiet.
MARTIN
Lomar... let's eat it tomorrow, huh?
LOMAR
No. I'm hungry. I need to eat this right now...
HALL
Give the bread. It could be the last meal.
MARTIN
What?
HALL
Maybe we're stuck on this boat forever…
LOMAR
Give me my bread!
MARTIN
Alright. If you two want it, that's okay, I'm a democratic man.
(Martin shares the bread to Lomar.)
LOMAR
Thank you.
MARTIN
And you, Hall? Do you want?
HALL
No.
MARTIN
What? It's not fair. You have to get your piece.
HALL
I'm okay... it's for you two.
LOMAR
You're saying that the bread is just for us?
HALL
Yeah.
MARTIN
Hall, what do you want to prove?
HALL
Nothing! I just don't want the bread.
LOMAR
Martin, if he doesn't want—
MARTIN
Don't you see what's going on here? This asshole is saying that he is better than us.
HALL
You're a sick man.
LOMAR
Stop it! Let's eat. I need—
MARTIN
Lomar, give the bread to him.
LOMAR
What?
MARTIN
We should give the pieces to him...
HALL
Man, I don't want it…
MARTIN
My God! How can you do that? You're an atheist, and now you want to repeat what Jesus Christ did for us.
HALL
Man, stop it. I just don't want this bread. Gimme a break.
LOMAR
(Holding the bread.)
Martin, let's do it.
HALL
You should get it. By the way, we're gonna die on this boat.
MARTIN
No way. We will be saved.
HALL
Whatever.
(Fade out/in.)
(Martin and Lomar are eating their bread while Hall is looking out to sea.)
(We hear "Clair de Lune" by Claude Debussy while the boat drifts, floating aimlessly, maybe in an eternal voyage to nothing.)
(Curtain)
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