Tags:
science,
Literature & Fiction,
Genetics,
fate,
Faith,
World Literature,
dna,
math,
award winner,
Luck,
probability,
sequence,
Arun Lakra
now.
Auditorium
CYNTHIA
No. I didnât cheat. Did
you
? Did you choose me because of my miniskirt?
THEO
No. I swear it was a random draw.
Laboratory
DR. GUZMAN
Random dice
brought you here.
MR. ADAMSON
God
brought me here!
Auditorium
THEO
Fibonacci
brought you here. To me. So I can help you. Why else are we both here?
CYNTHIA
Coincidence?
Laboratory
DR. GUZMAN
Really? He brought you here today to shoot me in cold blood?
MR. ADAMSON
To stop you, one way or another. There
was
a reason. For everything. I was at the
right
place at the
right
time.
Auditorium
THEO
Are you sure? Letâs find out. Open the envelope.
CYNTHIA
Youâre crazy. You have a fifty-fifty chance of killing yourself.
THEO
I donât believe that. Do you?
Laboratory
DR. GUZMAN
Why donât we ask Him. Did you, God Almighty, send this man here to kill me? Yes or no.
MR. ADAMSON
I already know the answer, Dr. Guzman.
DR. GUZMAN
Cynthia. My friends call me Cynthia.
MR. ADAMSON
Thatâs⦠my dogâs name.
Auditorium
CYNTHIA
I donât give a shit what you believe. Do you really want to put your life in the hands of a coin flip?
Laboratory
DR. GUZMAN
Do it. Flip that bone thing. Heads you shoot me, in the name of God, and spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair praying for a miracle. Tails, you put the gun down and I will change your luck. It can be our little secret.
Pause.
Theodore. Theo. One in a billion is nothing if you have luck on your side.
Auditorium
THEO
I am not going to die. Deep down, you know that. Trust the numbers. Trust Fibonacci.
Laboratory
DR. GUZMAN
Trust your instrument. Heads is God. Tails is Science.
MR. ADAMSON
Why tails?
DR. GUZMAN
Call it a hunch. I feel lucky. Todayâs my birthday.
Auditorium
CYNTHIA
I donât believe in luck.
THEO
Prove it.
THEO drags the ladder in front of CYNTHIA.
Did you pray for a healthy child?
CYNTHIA
Yes.
THEO
What if I am the answer to your prayers?
CYNTHIA pauses, then takes a single step.
CYNTHIA now stands directly under the ladder. She looks up.
Auditorium/Laboratory
MR. ADAMSON
Forgive me.
MR. ADAMSON points his gun at DR. GUZMAN.
THEO
Open it.
DR. GUZMAN kneels down.
DR. GUZMAN
Maybe the chicken came first.
CYNTHIA holds the envelope.
As if sheâs going to open it.
As if sheâs going to tear it in two.
Slowly, simultaneouslyâ¦
â¦DR. GUZMAN brings her hands together and prays.
â¦THEO raises his gun to his head.
â¦CYNTHIA tears opens the envelope.
â¦MR. ADAMSON shakes his bone-dice. He keeps shaking it.
With his gun against his forehead, THEO stares at CYNTHIA.
With his gun pointed at DR. GUZMAN, MR. ADAMSON looks down at his Bible.
MR. ADAMSON is across from THEO.
DR. GUZMAN is across from CYNTHIA.
Together, they resemble a double helix of dna.
The board is a mess of diagrams, numbers, and words, identical to how it appeared in the opening scene.
Simultaneouslyâ¦
â¦CYNTHIA opens the lab report. She looks at THEO.
â¦MR. ADAMSON lets his bone-dice drop. He looks at DR. GUZMAN.
Darkness.
A single gunshot creates a Big Bang!
A sonic boom reverberates through time and space. Sounds and images of cosmic and microscopic events. A mirror unbreaks. Time warps before our eyes.
Lights up.
The wall mirror is now unbroken.
The board and the stage now look exactly the same as they did at the beginning.
The opening scene is now recreated.
DR. GUZMAN and THEO enter. THEO carries an unopened umbrella.
They converge at the whiteboard. It shows a mess of diagrams, numbers, and words.
DR. GUZMAN turns to face the board. She finds an eraser, wipes the board clean.
THEO turns to face the audience. With mock trepidation, he pops open the umbrella.
Playfully, he peers out from under it, looks upward. He closes the umbrella.
THEO moves to the ladder. He circles it. Mysteriously. Mischievously.
DR. GUZMAN takes a moment to find a marker. She accidentally