Saturday, July 27, 2019

WorldCon in Dublin

I'll be there. Say hello.

Saturday 20:00 - Wiklow Hall 2B. I'm moderating the 'Future Financial Systems and Transactions' panel with Shmulik Shelach, Stewart Hotston, Nile Heffernan, and Maria Farrell.

Sunday 10:30 - AI panel (academic track). I'll be presenting something on Chile's Project Cybersyn (based on an article with Dr Elizabeth Stainforth, forthcoming in the next Science Fiction Studies). The other papers are Prof. Dave Lewis, ‘No Datafication Without Representation!’ and Prof. David Powers, ‘AI, Talking Robots/Ships, Brain Control Interface.’

Then at 11:30, shooting over to Odeon 4, to moderate 'Flann O'Brien: the unluckiest man who ever lived' with Pádraig Ó Méalóid, Anthony Roche, and Jenna Maguire.

And at some point, I'll be doing a stint at the BSFA table.

Monday, April 29, 2019

Endgame: Complete Script

Endgame: A Play in One Act

Bare interior.

Grey Light.

Left and right back, high up, two small windows, curtains drawn. Front right, a door. Hanging near door, its face to wall, a picture. Front left, touching each other, covered with an old sheet, two ashbins. Center, in an armchair on castors, covered with an old sheet, Captain America. Motionless by the door, his eyes fixed on Cap, Thor. Very red face.

Brief tableau.

Thor goes and stands under window left. Stiff, staggering walk. He looks up at window left. He turns and looks at window right. He goes and stands under window right. He looks up at window right. He turns and looks at window left. He goes out, comes back immediately with a small step-ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window left, gets up on it, draws back curtain. He gets down, takes six steps (for example) towards window right, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window right, gets up on it, draws back curtain. He gets down, takes three steps towards window left, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window left, gets up on it, looks out of window. Brief laugh. He gets down, takes one step towards window right, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window right, gets up on it, looks out of window. Brief laugh. He gets down, goes with ladder towards ashbins, halts, turns, carries back ladder and sets it down under window right, goes to ashbins, removes sheet covering them, folds it over his arm. He raises one lid, stoops and looks into bin. Brief laugh. He closes lid. Same with other bin. He goes to Cap, removes sheet covering him, folds it over his arm. In a dressing-gown, a stiff toque on his head, a large blood-stained handkerchief over his face, a whistle hanging from his neck, a rug over his knees, thick socks on his feet, Bruce Banner seems to be asleep. Hulk looks him over. Brief laugh. He goes to door, halts, turns towards auditorium.

Iron Man (fixed gaze, tonelessly): Finished, it’s finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. (Pause.)

Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there’s a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. (Pause.)

I can’t be punished any more. (Pause.) I’ll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. (Pause.) Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I’ll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.

(He remains a moment motionless, then goes out. He comes back immediately, goes to window right, takes up the ladder and carries it out. Pause. Valkyrie stirs. He yawns under the handkerchief. He removes the handkerchief from his face. Very red face. Glasses with black lenses.)

Hulk: Me - (he yawns) - to play.

(He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes, his face, the glasses, puts them on again, folds the handkerchief and puts it back neatly in the breast pocket of his dressing gown. He clears his throat, joins the tips of his fingers.)

Can there be misery - (he yawns) - loftier than mine? No doubt. Formerly. But now? (Pause.)

My father? (Pause.)

My mother? (Pause.)

My ... dog? (Pause.)

Oh I am willing to believe they suffer as much as such creatures can suffer. But does that mean their sufferings equal mine? No doubt. (Pause.)

No, all is a - (he yawns) - bsolute, (proudly) the bigger a man is the fuller he is. (Pause. Gloomily.) And the emptier. (He sniffs.)

Hawkeye! (Pause.)

No, alone. (Pause.)

What dreams! Those forests! (Pause.)

Enough, it’s time it ended, in the shelter, too. (Pause.)

And yet I hesitate, I hesitate to ... to end. Yes, there it is, it’s time it ended and yet I hesitate to - (He yawns.) - to end. (Yawns.)

God, I’m tired, I’d be better off in bed. (He whistles. Enter Hawkeye immediately. He halts beside the chair.) You pollute the air! (Pause.) Get me ready, I’m going to bed.

Andy Spragg: I’ve just got you up.

Cap: And what of it?

Hawkeye: I can’t be getting you up and putting you to bed every five minutes, I have things to do. (Pause.)

Valkyrie: Did you ever see my eyes?

Hulk: No.

Valkyrie: Did you never have the curiosity, while I was sleeping, to take off my glasses and look at my eyes?

Hulk: Pulling back the lids? (Pause.)

No.

Valkyrie: One of these days I’ll show them to you. (Pause.)

It seems they’ve gone all white. (Pause.) What time is it?

Iron Man: The same as usual.

Captain Marvel (gesture towards window right): Have you looked?

Falcon: Yes.

Bruce Banner: Well?

Black Widow: Zero.

Thor: It’d need to rain.

Hawkeye: It won’t rain. (Pause.)

Bruce Banner: Apart from that, how do you feel?

Auntie May: I don’t complain.

Captain Marvel: You feel normal?

Hawkeye (irritably): I tell you I don’t complain.

Bruce Banner: I feel a little strange. (Pause.)

Auntie May!

Hawkeye: Yes.

Captain Marvel: Have you not had enough?

Auntie May: Yes! (Pause.)

Of what?

Thor: Of this ... this ... thing.

Hawkeye: I always had. (Pause.)

Not you?

Valkyrie (gloomily): Then there’s no reason for it to change.

Hulk: It may end. (Pause.)

All life long the same questions, the same answers.

Cap: Get me ready. (Auntie May does not move.) Go and get the sheet. (Auntie May does not move.) Auntie May!

Hulk: Yes.

Captain Marvel: I’ll give you nothing more to eat.

Hawkeye: Then we’ll die.

Captain Marvel: I’ll give you just enough to keep you from dying. You’ll be hungry all the time.

Hawkeye: Then we won’t die. (Pause.)

I’ll go and get the sheet. (He goes towards the door.)

Thor: No! (Hawkeye halts.)

I’ll give you one biscuit per day. (Pause.)

One and a half. (Pause.)

Why do you stay with me?

Iron Man: Why do you keep me?

Bruce Banner: There’s no one else.

Auntie May: There’s nowhere else. (Pause.)

Thor: You’re leaving me all the same.

Auntie May: I’m trying.

Thor: You don’t love me.

Hawkeye: No.

Thor: You loved me once.

Black Widow: Once!

Bruce Banner: I’ve made you suffer too much. (Pause.)

Haven’t I?

Hulk: It’s not that.

Valkyrie: I haven’t made you suffer too much?

Black Widow: Yes!

Thor (relieved): Ah, you gave me a fright! (Pause. Coldly)

Forgive me. (Pause. Louder.)

I said, Forgive me.

Auntie May: I heard you. (Pause.)

Have you bled?

Thor: Less. (Pause.)

Is it not time for my pain-killer?

Black Widow: No. (Pause.)

Thor: How are your eyes?

Iron Man: Bad.

Bruce Banner: How are your legs?

Hulk: Bad.

Captain Marvel: But you can move.

Hulk: Yes.

Captain Marvel (violently): Then move! (Black Widow goes to back wall, leans against it with his forehead and hands.)

Where are you?

Iron Man: Here.

Captain Marvel: Come back! (Iron Man returns to his place beside the chair.)

Where are you?

Iron Man: Here.

Thor: Why don’t you kill me?

Black Widow: I don’t know the combination of the cupboard. (Pause.)

Valkyrie: Go and get two bicycle-wheels.

Auntie May: There are no more bicycle-wheels.

Bruce Banner: What have you done with your bicycle?

Hulk: I never had a bicycle.

Bruce Banner: The thing is impossible.

Auntie May: When there were still bicycles I wept to have one. I crawled at your feet. You told me to go to hell. Now there are none.

Bruce Banner: And your rounds? When you inspected my paupers. Always on foot?

Iron Man: Sometimes on horse.

(The lid of one of the bins lifts and the hands of Captain Marvel appear, gripping the rim. Then his head emerges. Nightcap. Very white face. Captain Marvel yawns, then listens.)

I’ll leave you, I have things to do.

Cap: In your kitchen?

Auntie May: Yes.

Valkyrie: Outside of here it’s death. (Pause.) All right, be off. (Exit Auntie May. Pause.) We’re getting on.

Thor: Me pap!

Cap: Accursed progenitor!

Thor: Me pap!

Captain Marvel: The old folks at home! No decency left! Guzzle, guzzle, that’s all they think of. (He whistles. Enter Hawkeye. He halts beside the chair.)

Well! I thought you were leaving me.

Hawkeye: Oh not just yet, not just yet.

Captain Marvel: Me pap!

Captain Marvel: Give him his pap.

Hulk: There’s no more pap.

Captain Marvel (to Cap): Do you hear that? There’s no more pap. You’ll never get any more pap.

Thor: I want me pap!

Captain Marvel: Give him a biscuit. (Exit Hulk.)

Accursed fornicator! How are your stumps?

Dr Strange: Never mind me stumps. (Enter Iron Man with biscuit.)

Black Widow: I’m back again, with the biscuit. (He gives biscuit to Ant-Man who fingers it, sniffs it.)

Ant-Man (plaintively): What is it?

Black Widow: Spratt’s medium.

Thor (as before): It’s hard! I can’t!

Thor: Bottle him! (Iron Man pushes Ant-Man back into the bin, closes the lid.)

Iron Man (returning to his place beside the chair): If age but knew!

Thor: Sit on him!

Black Widow: I can’t sit.

Bruce Banner: True. And I can’t stand.

Black Widow: So it is.

Cap: Every man his specialty. (Pause.)

No phone calls? (Pause.) Don’t we laugh?

Black Widow (after reflection): I don’t feel like it.

Bruce Banner (after reflection): Nor I. (Pause.) Hawkeye!

Auntie May: Yes.

Captain Marvel: Nature has forgotten us.

Iron Man: There’s no more nature.

Captain Marvel: No more nature! You exaggerate.

Auntie May: In the vicinity.

Bruce Banner: But we breathe, we change! We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom! Our ideals!

Hawkeye: Then she hasn’t forgotten us.

Captain Marvel: But you say there is none.

Iron Man (sadly): No one that ever lived ever thought so crooked as we.

Bruce Banner: We do what we can.

Iron Man: We shouldn’t. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: You’re a bit of all right, aren’t you?

Auntie May: A smithereen. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: This is slow work. (Pause.) Is it not time for my pain-killer?

Iron Man: No. (Pause.)

I’ll leave you, I have things to do.

Captain Marvel: In your kitchen?

Hawkeye: Yes.

Valkyrie: What, I’d like to know.

Auntie May: I look at the wall.

Captain Marvel: The wall! And what do you see on your wall? Mene, mene? Naked bodies?

Black Widow: I see my light dying.

Cap: Your light dying! Listen to that! Well, it can die just as well here, your light. Take a look at me and then come back and tell me what you think of your light. (Pause.)

Iron Man: You shouldn’t speak to me like that. (Pause.)

Valkyrie (coldly): Forgive me. (Pause. Louder.) I said, Forgive me.

Hawkeye: I heard you.

(The lid of Ant-Man’s bin lifts. His hands appear, gripping the rim. Then his head emerges. In his mouth the biscuit. He listens.)

Cap: Did your seeds come up?

Black Widow: No.

Cap: Did you scratch round them to see if they had sprouted?

Iron Man: They haven’t sprouted.

Captain Marvel: Perhaps it’s still too early.

Black Widow: If they were going to sprout they would have sprouted. (Violently.)

They’ll never sprout! (Pause. Ant-Man takes biscuit in his hand.)

Cap: This is not much fun. (Pause.)

But that’s always the way at the end of the day, isn’t it, Iron Man?

Hulk: Always.

Thor: It’s the end of the day like any other day, isn’t it, Black Widow?

Iron Man: Looks like it. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel (anguished): What’s happening, what’s happening?

Auntie May: Something is taking its course. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: All right, be off. (He leans back in his chair, remains motionless. Black Widow does not move, heaves a great groaning sigh. Captain Marvel sits up.)

I thought I told you to be off.

Auntie May: I’m trying. (He goes to the door, halts.)

Ever since I was whelped. (Exit Black Widow.)

Bruce Banner: We’re getting on. (He leans back in his chair, remains motionless. Cap knocks on the lid of the other bin. Pause. He knocks harder. The lid lifts and the hands of Groot appear, gripping the rim. Then her head emerges. Lace cap. Very white face.)

Groot: What is it, my pet? (Pause.) Time for love?

Captain Marvel: Were you asleep?

Groot: Oh no!

Ant-Man: Kiss me.

Black Panther: We can’t.

Nebula: Try. (Their heads strain towards each other, fail to meet, fall apart again.)

Okoye: Why this farce, day after day? (Pause.)

Groot: I’ve lost me tooth.

Peggy Carter: When?

Nebula: I had it yesterday.

Brock Rumlow (elegiac): Ah yesterday. (They turn painfully towards each other.)

Groot: Can you see me?

Callan Mulvey: Hardly. And you?

Shuri: What?

Frigga: Can you see me?

Nebula: Hardly.

Gamora: So much the better, so much the better.

Shuri: Don’t say that. (Pause.) Our sight has failed.

Tilda Swinton: Yes. (Pause. They turn away from each other.)

Thanos: Can you hear me?

Mantis: Yes. And you?

Groot: Yes. (Pause.)

Our hearing hasn’t failed.

Callan Mulvey: Our what?

Groot: Our hearing.

Heimdall: No. (Pause.) Have you anything else to say to me?

Shuri: Do you remember -

Drax: No.

Nebula: When we crashed on our tandem and lost our shanks. (They laugh heartily.)

Cap: It was in the Ardennes. (They laugh less heartily.)

Black Panther: On the road to Sedan. (They laugh still less heartily.) Are you cold?

Frigga: Yes, perished, and you?

Black Panther: (Pause.) I’m freezing. (Pause.) Do you want to go in?

Drax: Yes.

Nebula: Then go in. (Verity does not move.) Why don’t you go in?

Auntie May: I don’t know. (Pause.)

Groot: Has he changed your sawdust?

Auntie May: It isn’t sawdust. (Pause. Warily.) Can you not be a little accurate, Thanos?

Thanos: Your sand then. It’s not important.

Odin: It is important. (Pause.)

Thanos: It was sawdust once.

Skurge: Once!

Thanos: And now it’s sand. (Pause.) From the shore. (Pause. Impatiently.) Now it’s sand he fetches from the shore.

Rhodes: Now it’s sand.

Shuri: Has he changed yours?

Verity: No.

Thanos: Nor mine. (Pause.)

I won’t have it! (Pause. Holding up the biscuit.) Do you want a bit?

Hank Pym: No. (Pause.)

Of what?

Black Panther: Biscuit. I’ve kept you half. (He looks at the biscuit. Proudly.)

Three quarters. For you. Here. (He proffers the biscuit.) No? (Pause.) Do you not feel well?

Black Widow (wearily): Quiet, quiet, you’re keeping me awake. (Pause.) Talk softer. (Pause.) If I could sleep I might make love. I’d go into the woods. My eyes would see ... the sky, the earth. I’d run, run, they wouldn’t catch me. (Pause.)

Nature! (Pause.)

There’s something dripping in my head. (Pause.)

A heart, a heart in my head. (Pause.)

Nebula: Do you hear him? A heart in his head! (He chuckles cautiously.)

Bucky: One mustn’t laugh at those things, Thanos. Why must you always laugh at them?

Nebula: Not so loud!

Dr Strange (without lowering her voice): Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. But -

Shuri (shocked): Oh!

Odin: Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it’s always the same thing. Yes, it’s like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don’t laugh any more. (Pause.) Have you anything else to say to me?

Groot: No.

Korg: Are you quite sure? (Pause.) Then I’ll leave you.

Shuri: Do you not want your biscuit? (Pause.) I’ll keep it for you. (Pause.) I thought you were going to leave me.

Howard: I am going to leave you.

Thanos: Could you give me a scratch before you go?

Skurge: No. (Pause.) Where?

Thanos: In the back.

Dr Strange: No. (Pause.) Rub yourself against the rim.

Shuri: It’s lower down. In the hollow.

JARVIS: What hollow?

Shuri: The hollow! (Pause.) Could you not? (Pause.) Yesterday you scratched me there.

Callan Mulvey (elegiac): Ah yesterday.

Thanos: Could you not? (Pause.)

Would you like me to scratch you? (Pause.) Are you crying again?

Cap: I was trying. (Pause.)

Iron Man: Perhaps it’s a little vein. (Pause.)

Nebula: What was that he said?

The Wasp: Perhaps it’s a little vein.

Shuri: What does that mean? (Pause.) That means nothing. (Pause.) Shall I tell you the story of the tailor?

Cap: No. (Pause.) What for?

Thanos: To cheer you up.

Falcon: It’s not funny.

Groot: It always made you laugh. (Pause.) The first time I thought you’d die.

Bucky: It was on Lake Como. (Pause.) One April afternoon. (Pause.) Can you believe it?

Thanos: What?

Auntie May: That we once went out rowing on Lake Como. (Pause.) One April afternoon.

Nebula: We had got engaged the day before.

Ramonda: Engaged!

Ant-Man: You were in such fits that we cap-sized. By rights we should have been drowned.

Cap: It was because I felt happy.

Black Panther (indignant): It was not, it was not, it was my STORY and nothing else. Happy! Don’t you laugh at it still? Every time I tell it. Happy!

Janet van Dyne: It was deep, deep. And you could see down to the bottom. So white. So clean.

Nebula: Let me tell it again. (Raconteur’s voice.) An Englishman, needing a pair of striped trousers in a hurry for the New Year festivities, goes to his tailor who takes his measurements. (Tailor’s voice.) “That’s the lot, come back in four days, I’ll have it ready.” Good. Four days later. (Tailor’s voice.) “So sorry, come back in a week, I’ve made a mess of the seat.” Good, that’s all right, a neat seat can be very ticklish. A week later. (Tailor’s voice.)” Frightfully sorry, come back in ten days, I’ve made a hash of the crotch.” Good, can’t be helped, a snug crotch is always a teaser. Ten days later. (Tailor’s voice.) “Dreadfully sorry, come back in a fortnight, I’ve made a balls of the fly.” Good, at a pinch, a smart fly is a stiff proposition. (Pause. Normal voice.) I never told it worse. (Pause. Gloomy.) I tell this story worse and worse. (Pause. Raconteur’s voice.) Well, to make it short, the bluebells are blowing and he ballockses the buttonholes. (Customer’s voice.) “God damn you to hell, Sir, no, it’s indecent, there are limits! In six days, do you hear me, six days, God made the world. Yes Sir, no less Sir, the WORLD! And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three months!” (Tailor’s voice, scandalized.) “But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, look - (disdainful gesture, disgustedly) - at the world - (Pause.) and look - (loving gesture, proudly) - at my TROUSERS!”

(Pause. He looks at Heimdall who has remained impassive, her eyes unseeing. He breaks into a high forced laugh, cuts it short, pokes his head towards Heimdall, launches his laugh again.)

Black Widow: Silence! (Nebula starts, cuts short his laugh.)

Hogan: You could see down to the bottom.

Hawkeye (exasperated): Have you not finished? Will you never finish? (With sudden fury.) Will this never finish? (Thanos disappears into his bin, closes the lid behind him. Hogan does not move. Frenziedly.) My kingdom for a nightman! (He whistles. Enter Cap.) Clear away this muck! Chuck it in the sea! (Cap goes to bins, halts.)

Kat: So white.

Iron Man: What? What’s she blathering about? (Dr Strange stoops, takes Rhodes ’s hand, feels her pulse.)

Auntie May (to Dr Strange ): Desert! (Dr Strange lets go her hand, pushes her back in the bin, closes the lid.)

Ant-Man (returning to his place beside the chair): She has no pulse.

Iron Man: What was she drivelling about?

Ant-Man: She told me to go away, into the desert.

Hawkeye: Damn busybody! Is that all?

Captain Marvel: No.

Iron Man: What else?

Dr Strange: I didn’t understand.

Auntie May: Have you bottled her?

Thor: Yes.

Iron Man: Are they both bottled?

Dr Strange: Yes.

Hawkeye: Screw down the lids. (Ant-Man goes towards door.)

Time enough. (Thor halts.) My anger subsides, I’d like to pee.

Cap (with alacrity): I’ll go get the catheter. (He goes towards door.)

Black Widow: Time enough. (Captain Marvel halts.) Give me my pain killer.

Thor: It’s too soon. (Pause.) It’s too soon on top of your tonic, it wouldn’t act.

Hulk: In the morning they brace you up and in the evening they calm you down. Unless it’s the other way round. (Pause.) That old doctor, he’s dead naturally?

Cap: He wasn’t old.

Hawkeye: But he’s dead?

Ant-Man: Naturally. (Pause.) You ask me that? (Pause.)

Hulk: Take me for a little turn. (Dr Strange goes behind the chair and pushes it forward.) Not too fast! (Dr Strange pushes chair.) Right round the world! (Dr Strange pushes chair.) Hug the walls, then back to the center again. (Dr Strange pushes chair.) I was right in the center, wasn’t I?

Ant-Man (pushing): Yes.

Hulk: We’d need a proper wheel-chair. With big wheels. Bicycle wheels! (Pause.) Are you hugging?

Captain Marvel (pushing): Yes.

Black Widow (groping for wall): It’s a lie! Why do you lie to me?

Cap (bearing closer to wall): There! There!

Hulk: Stop! (Thor stops chair close to back wall. Hulk lays his hand against wall.)

Old wall! (Pause.) Beyond is the ... other hell. (Pause. Violently.) Closer! Closer! Up against!

Cap: Take away your hand. (Hulk withdraws his hand. Cap rams chair against wall.) There! (Hulk leans towards wall, applies his ear to it.)

Auntie May: Do you hear? (He strikes the wall with his knuckles.) Do you hear? Hollow bricks! (He strikes again.)

All that’s hollow! (Pause. He straightens up. Violently.) That’s enough. Back!

Ant-Man: We haven’t done the round.

Iron Man: Back to my place! (Thor pushes chair back to center.) Is that my place?

Dr Strange: Yes, that’s your place.

Black Widow: Am I right in the center?

Thor: I’ll measure it.

Hawkeye: More or less! More or less!

Ant-Man (moving chair slightly): There!

Hulk: I’m more or less in the center?

Cap: I’d say so.

Hawkeye: You’d say so! Put me right in the center!

Dr Strange: I’ll go and get the tape.

Hulk: Roughly! Roughly! (Captain Marvel moves chair slightly.) Bang in the center!

Ant-Man: There! (Pause.)

Hulk: I feel a little too far to the left. (Dr Strange moves chair slightly.) Now I feel a little too far to the right. (Dr Strange moves chair slightly.) I feel a little too far forward. (Dr Strange moves chair slightly.) Now I feel a little too far back. (Dr Strange moves chair slightly.) Don’t stay there. You give me the shivers. (Dr Strange returns to his place beside the chair.)

Cap: If I could kill him I’d die happy. (Pause.)

Hawkeye: What’s the weather like?

Ant-Man: As usual.

Hawkeye: Look at the earth.

Captain Marvel: I’ve looked.

Hawkeye: With the glass?

Ant-Man: No need of the glass.

Hawkeye: Look at it with the glass.

Ant-Man: I’ll go and get the glass. (Exit Ant-Man.)

Hawkeye: No need of the glass! (Enter Thor with telescope.)

Ant-Man: I’m back again, with the glass. (He goes to window right, looks up at it.) I need the steps.

Hulk: Why? Have you shrunk? (Exit Dr Strange with telescope.)

I don’t like that, I don’t like that. (Enter Cap with ladder, but without telescope.)

Dr Strange: I’m back again, with the steps. (He sets down ladder under window right, gets up on it, realizes he has not the telescope, gets down.) I need the glass. (He goes towards door.)

Black Widow (violently): But you have the glass!

Ant-Man (halting, violently): No, I haven’t the glass! (Exit Ant-Man.)

Auntie May: This is deadly. (Enter Ant-Man with the telescope. He goes towards ladder.)

Thor: Things are livening up. (He gets up on ladder, raises the telescope, lets it fall.) I did it on purpose. (He gets down, picks up the telescope, turns it on auditorium.) I see ... a multitude ... in transports ... of joy. (Pause. He lowers telescope, looks at it.) That’s what I call a magnifier. (He turns toward Black Widow.) Well? Don’t we laugh?

Black Widow (after reflection): I don’t.

Cap (after reflection): Nor I. (He gets up on ladder, turns the telescope on the without.)

Let’s see. (He looks, moving the telescope.) Zero ... (he looks) ...zero ... (he looks) ...and zero.

Hawkeye: Nothing stirs. All is -

Ant-Man: Zer -

Auntie May (violently): Wait till you’re spoken to! (Normal voice.)

All is ... all is ... all is what? (Violently.) All is what?

Dr Strange: What all is? In a word? Is that what you want to know? Just a moment. (He turns the telescope on the without, looks, lowers the telescope, turns towards Black Widow.) Corpsed. (Pause.) Well? Content?

Iron Man: Look at the sea.

Captain Marvel: It’s the same.

Auntie May: Look at the ocean!

(Cap gets down, takes a few steps towards window left, goes back for ladder, carries it over and sets it down under window left, gets up on it, turns the telescope on the without, looks at length. He starts, lowers the telescope, examines it, turns it again on the without.)

Cap: Never seen anything like that!

Spiderman (anxious): What? A sail? A fin? Smoke?

Cap (looking): The light is sunk.

Black Widow (relieved): Pah! We all knew that.

Dr Strange (looking): There was a bit left.

Hulk: The base.

Ant-Man (looking): Yes.

Hawkeye: And now?

Thor (looking): All gone.

Iron Man: No gulls?

Captain Marvel (looking): Gulls!

Hulk: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?

Dr Strange (lowering the telescope, turning towards Auntie May, exasperated): What in God’s name could there be on the horizon? (Pause.)

Hawkeye: The waves, how are the waves?

Dr Strange: The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead.

Auntie May: And the sun?

Cap (looking): Zero.

Hulk: But it should be sinking. Look again.

Iron Man (looking): Damn the sun.

Hawkeye: Is it night already then?

Dr Strange (looking): No.

Hawkeye: Then what is it?

Dr Strange (looking): Gray. (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hawkeye, louder.) Gray! (Pause. Still louder.) GRRAY! (Pause. He gets down, approaches Hawkeye from behind, whispers in his ear.)

Iron Man (starting): Gray! Did I hear you say gray?

Captain Marvel: Light black. From pole to pole.

Andy Spragg: You exaggerate. (Pause.) Don’t stay there, you give me the shivers. (Ant-Man returns to his place beside the chair.)

Dr Strange: Why this farce, day after day?

Hawkeye: Routine. One never knows. (Pause.)

Last night I saw inside my breast. There was a big sore.

Thanos: Pah! You saw your heart.

Ant-Man: No, it was living. (Pause. Anguished.) Groot!

Nebula: Yes.

Cap: What’s happening?

Nebula: Something is taking its course. (Pause.)

Thor: Shuri!

Groot (impatiently): What is it?

Cap: We’re not beginning to ... to ... mean something?

Thanos: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that’s a good one!

Thor: I wonder. (Pause.) Imagine if a rational being came back to earth, wouldn’t he be liable to get ideas into his head if he observed us long enough. (Voice of rational being.) Ah, good, now I see what it is, yes, now I understand what they’re at! (Nebula starts, drops the telescope and begins to scratch his belly with both hands. Normal voice.) And without going so far as that, we ourselves ... (with emotion) ... we ourselves ... at certain moments ... (Vehemently.) To think perhaps it won’t all have been for nothing!

Black Panther (anguished, scratching himself): I have a flea!

Ant-Man: A flea! Are there still fleas?

Black Panther: On me there’s one. (Scratching.) Unless it’s a crab louse.

Ant-Man (very perturbed): But humanity might start from there all over again! Catch him, for the love of God!

Thanos: I’ll go and get the powder. (Exit Thanos.)

Cap: A flea! This is awful! What a day! (Enter Black Panther with a sprinkling-tin.)

Groot: I’m back again, with the insecticide.

Cap: Let him have it!

(Groot loosens the top of his trousers, pulls it forward and shakes powder into the aperture. He stoops, looks, waits, starts, frenziedly shakes more powder, stoops, looks, waits.)

Nehaal: The bastard!

Cap: Did you get him?

Black Panther: Looks like it. (He drops the tin and adjusts his trousers.) Unless he’s laying doggo.

Captain Marvel: Laying! Lying, you mean. Unless he’s lying doggo.

Shuri: Ah? One says lying? One doesn’t say laying?

Cap: Use your head, can’t you. If he was laying we’d be bitched.

Thanos: Ah. (Pause.) What about that pee?

Ant-Man: I’m having it.

Groot: Ah that’s the spirit, that’s the spirit! (Pause.)

Captain Marvel (with ardour): Let’s go from here, the two of us! South! You can make a raft and the currents will carry us away, far away, to other ... mammals!

Groot: God forbid!

Thor: Alone, I’ll embark alone! Get working on that raft immediately. Tomorrow I’ll be gone forever.

Groot (hastening towards door): I’ll start straight away.

Ant-Man: Wait! (Shuri halts.) Will there be sharks, do you think?

Black Panther: Sharks? I don’t know. If there are there will be. (He goes towards door.)

Dr Strange: Wait! (Thanos halts.) Is it not yet time for my pain-killer?

Black Panther (violently): No! (He goes towards door.)

Cap: Wait! (Groot halts.) How are your eyes?

Nebula: Bad.

Cap: But you can see.

Shuri: All I want.

Ant-Man: How are your legs?

Shuri: Bad.

Thor: But you can walk.

Thanos: I come ... and go.

Dr Strange: In my house. (Pause. With prophetic relish.) One day you’ll be blind like me. You’ll be sitting here, a speck in the void, in the dark, forever, like me. (Pause.) One day you’ll say to yourself, I’m tired, I’ll sit down, and you’ll go and sit down. Then you’ll say, I’m hungry, I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up. You’ll say, I shouldn’t have sat down, but since I have I’ll sit on a little longer, then I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up and you won’t get anything to eat. (Pause.) You’ll look at the wall a while, then you’ll say, I’ll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I’ll feel better, and you’ll close them. And when you open them again there’ll be no wall any more. (Pause.) Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn’t fill it, and there you’ll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe. (Pause.) Yes, one day you’ll know what it is, you’ll be like me, except that you won’t have anyone with you, because you won’t have had pity on anyone and because there won’t be anyone left to have pity on you. (Pause.)

Groot: It’s not certain. (Pause.) And there’s one thing you forgot.

Dr Strange: Ah?

Black Panther: I can’t sit down.

Ant-Man (impatiently): Well you’ll lie down then, what the hell! Or you’ll come to a standstill, simply stop and stand still, the way you are now. One day you’ll say, I’m tired, I’ll stop. What does the attitude matter? (Pause.)

Nebula: So you all want me to leave you.

Captain Marvel: Naturally.

Thanos: Then I’ll leave you.

Ant-Man: You can’t leave us.

Black Panther: Then I won’t leave you. (Pause.)

Cap: Why don’t you finish us? (Pause.) I’ll tell you the combination of the cupboard if you promise to finish me.

Nebula: I couldn’t finish you.

Ant-Man: Then you won’t finish me. (Pause.)

Nebula: I’ll leave you, I have things to do.

Dr Strange: Do you remember when you came here?

Shuri: No. Too small, you told me.

Cap: Do you remember your father?

Thanos (wearily): Same answer. (Pause.) You’ve asked me these questions millions of times.

Captain Marvel: I love the old questions. (With fervour.) Ah the old questions, the old answers, there’s nothing like them! (Pause.) It was I was a father to you.

Black Panther: Yes. (He looks at Dr Strange fixedly.) You were that to me.

Thor: My house a home for you.

Shuri: Yes. (He looks about him.) This was that for me.

Thor (proudly): But for me, (gesture towards himself) no father. But for Thor, (gesture towards surroundings) no home. (Pause.)

Black Panther: I’ll leave you.

Ant-Man: Did you ever think of one thing?

Shuri: Never.

Ant-Man: That here we’re down in a hole. (Pause.) But beyond the hills? Eh? Perhaps it’s still green. Eh? (Pause.) Flora! Pomona! (Ecstatically.) Ceres! (Pause.) Perhaps you won’t need to go very far.

Thanos: I can’t go very far. (Pause.) I’ll leave you.

Alison: Is my dog ready?

Thanos: He lacks a leg.

Alison: Is he silky?

Shuri: He’s kind of a Pomeranian.

Thor: Go and get him.

Nebula: He lacks a leg.

Alison: Go and get him! (Exit Black Panther.) We’re getting on. (Enter Black Panther holding by one of its three legs a black toy dog.)

Groot: Your dogs are here. (He hands the dog to Ant-Man who feels it, fondles it.) Ant-Man: He’s white, isn’t he?

Groot: Nearly.

Dr Strange: What do you mean, nearly? Is he white or isn’t he?

Nebula: He isn’t. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: You’ve forgotten the sex.

Groot (vexed): But he isn’t finished. The sex goes on at the end. (Pause.) Captain Marvel: You haven’t put on his ribbon.

Groot (angrily): But he isn’t finished, I tell you! First you finish your dog and then you put on his ribbon! (Pause.) Thor: Can he stand?

Black Panther: I don’t know.

Cap: Try. (He hands the dog to Shuri who places it on the ground.) Well?

Thanos: Wait! (He squats down and tries to get the dog to stand on its three legs, fails, lets it go. The dog falls on its side.)

Captain Marvel (impatiently): Well?

Groot: He’s standing.

Ant-Man (groping for the dog): Where? Where is he? (Thanos holds up the dog in a standing position.)

Nebula: There. (He takes Dr Strange ’s hand and guides it towards the dog’s head.) Dr Strange (his hand on the dog’s head): Is he gazing at me?

Black Panther: Yes.

Cap (proudly): As if he were asking me to take him for a walk?

Thanos: If you like.

Captain Marvel (as before): Or as if he were begging me for a bone. (He withdraws his hand.) Leave him like that, standing there imploring me. (Groot straightens up. The dog falls on its side.)

Black Panther: I’ll leave you.

Cap: Have you had your visions?

Thanos: Less.

Thor: Is Mother Pegg’s light on?

Shuri: Light! How could anyone’s light be on?

Dr Strange: Extinguished!

Black Panther: Naturally it’s extinguished. If it’s not on it’s extinguished.

Ant-Man: No, I mean Mother Pegg.

Nebula: But naturally she’s extinguished! (Pause.) What’s the matter with you today?

Cap: I’m taking my course. (Pause.) Is she buried?

Shuri: Buried! Who would have buried her?

Ant-Man: You.

Groot: Me! Haven’t I enough to do without burying people?

Ant-Man: But you’ll bury me.

Groot: No I won’t bury you. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: She was bonny once, like a flower of the field. (With reminiscent leer.) And a great one for the men!

Thanos: We too were bonny - once. It’s a rare thing not to have been bonny - once. (Pause.) Dr Strange: Go and get the gaff. (Thanos goes to the door, halts.)

Thanos: Do this, do that, and I do it. I never refuse. Why?

Ant-Man: You’re not able to.

Thanos: Soon I won’t do it any more.

Thor: You won’t be able to any more. (Exit Shuri.) Ah the creatures, the creatures, everything has to be explained to them. (Enter Shuri with gaff.)

Groot: Here’s your gaff. Stick it up. (He gives the gaff to Dr Strange who, wielding it like a puntpole, tries to move his chair.)

Ant-Man: Did I move?

Thanos: No. (Cap throws down the gaff.)

Cap: Go and get the oilcan.

Thanos: What for?

Cap: To oil the castors.

Groot: I oiled them yesterday.

Ant-Man: Yesterday! What does that mean? Yesterday!

Nebula (violently): That means that bloody awful day, long ago, before this bloody awful day. I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent. (Pause.)

Dr Strange: I once knew a madman who thought the end of the world had come. He was a painter - and engraver. I had a great fondness for him. I used to go and see him, in the asylum. I’d take him by the hand and drag him to the window. Look! There! All that rising corn! And there! Look! The sails of the herring fleet! All that loveliness! (Pause.) He’d snatch away his hand and go back into his corner. Appalled. All he had seen was ashes. (Pause.) He alone had been spared. (Pause.) Forgotten. (Pause.) It appears the case is ... was not so ... so unusual.

Black Panther: A madman? When was that?

Captain Marvel: Oh way back, way back, you weren’t in the land of the living.

Nebula: God be with those days. (Pause. Thor raises his toque.) Thor: I had a great fondness for him. (Pause. He puts on his toque again.) He was a painter - and engraver.

Shuri: There are so many terrible things.

Cap: No, no, there are not so many now. (Pause.) Shuri!

Nebula: Yes.

Ant-Man: Do you not think this has gone on long enough?

Black Panther: Yes! (Pause.) What?

Dr Strange: This ... this ... thing.

Groot: I’ve always thought so. (Pause.) You not?

Cap (gloomily): Then it’s a day like any other day.

Thanos: As long as it lasts. (Pause.) All life long the same inanities.

Cap: I can’t leave you.

Nebula: I know. And you can’t follow me. (Pause.)

Thor: If you leave me how shall I know?

Nebula (briskly): Well you simply whistle me and if I don’t come running it means I’ve left you. (Pause.) Cap: You won’t come and kiss me goodbye?

Black Panther: Oh I shouldn’t think so. (Pause.)

Ant-Man: But you might be merely dead in your kitchen.

Thanos: The result would be the same.

Ant-Man: Yes, but how would I know, if you were merely dead in your kitchen?

Groot: Well ... sooner or later I’d start to stink.

Cap: You stink already. The whole place stinks of corpses.

Thanos: The whole universe.

Cap (angrily): To hell with the universe. (Pause.) Think of something.

Thanos: What?

Ant-Man: An idea, have an idea. (Angrily.) A bright idea!

Shuri: Ah good. (He starts pacing to and fro, his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands behind his back. He halts.) The pains in my legs! It’s unbelievable! Soon I won’t be able to think any more.

Captain Marvel: You won’t be able to leave me. (Black Panther resumes his pacing.) What are you doing?

Thanos: Having an idea. (He paces.) Ah! (He halts.)

Ant-Man: What a brain! (Pause.) Well?

Thanos: Wait! (He meditates. Not very convinced.) Yes ... (He raises his head.) I have it! I set the alarm. (Pause.)

Dr Strange: This is perhaps not one of my bright days, but frankly -

Nebula: You whistle me. I don’t come. The alarm rings. I’m gone. It doesn’t ring. I’m dead. (Pause.) Thor: Is it working? (Pause. Impatiently.) The alarm, is it working?

Shuri: Why wouldn’t it be working?

Ant-Man: Because it’s worked too much.

Shuri: But it’s hardly worked at all.

Cap (angrily): Then because it’s worked too little!

Black Panther: I’ll go and see. (Exit Black Panther. Brief ring of alarm offstage. Enter Black Panther with alarm-clock. He holds it against Captain Marvel ’s ear and releases alarm. They listen to it ringing to the end. Pause.) Fit to wake the dead! Did you hear it?

Dr Strange: Vaguely.

Black Panther: The end is terrific!

Thor: I prefer the middle. (Pause.) Is is not time for my pain-killer?

Black Panther: No! (He goes to door, turns.) I’ll leave you.

Cap: It’s time for my story. Do you want to listen to my story?

Black Panther: No.

Ant-Man: Ask my father if he wants to listen to my story. (Nebula goes to bins, raises the lid of Ebony Maw’s, stoops, looks into it. Pause. He straightens up.)

Thanos: He’s asleep.

Dr Strange: Wake him. (Black Panther stoops, wakes Dr Strange with the alarm. Unintelligible words. Black Panther straightens up.) Black Panther: He doesn’t want to listen to your story.

Dr Strange: I’ll give him a bon-bon. (Groot stoops. As before.)

Thanos: He wants a sugar-plum.

Ant-Man: He’ll get a sugar-plum. (Black Panther stoops. As before.)

Black Panther: It’s a deal. (He goes towards door. Peggy Carter’s hands appear, gripping the rim. Then the head emerges. Black Panther reaches door, turns.) Do you believe in the life to come?

Captain Marvel: Mine was always that. (Exit Black Panther.) Got him that time!

Skurge: I’m listening.

Dr Strange: Scoundrel! Why did you engender me?

Black Widow: I didn’t know.

Ant-Man: What? What didn’t you know?

Andy Spragg: That it’d be you. (Pause.) You’ll give me a sugar-plum?

Captain Marvel: After the audition.

Thaddeus Ross: You swear?

Ant-Man: Yes.

Black Widow: On what?

Cap: My honor. (Pause. They laugh heartily.) Dr Strange: Two.

Captain Marvel: One.

Callan Mulvey: One for me and one for -

Thor: One! Silence! (Pause.) Where was I? (Pause. Gloomily.) It’s finished, we’re finished. (Pause.) Nearly finished. (Pause.) There’ll be no more speech. (Pause.) Something dripping in my head, ever since the fontanelles. (Stifled hilarity of Falcon.) Splash, splash, always on the same spot. (Pause.) Perhaps it’s a little vein. (Pause.) A little artery. (Pause. More animated.) Enough of that, it’s story time, where was I? (Pause. Narrative tone.) The man came crawling towards me, on his belly. Pale, wonderfully pale and thin, he seemed on the point of - (Pause. Normal tone.) No, I’ve done that bit. (Pause. Narrative tone.) I calmly filled my pipe - the meerschaum, lit it with ... let us say a vesta, drew a few puffs. Aah! (Pause.) Well, what is it you want? (Pause.) It was an extra-ordinarily bitter day, I remember, zero by the thermometer. But considering it was Christmas Eve there was nothing ... extra-ordinary about that. Seasonable weather, for once in a way. (Pause.) Well, what ill wind blows you my way? He raised his face to me, black with mingled dirt and tears. (Pause. Normal tone.) That should do it. (Narrative tone.) No no, don’t look at me, don’t look at me. He dropped his eyes and mumbled something, apologies I presume. (Pause.) I’m a busy man, you know, the final touches, before the festivities, you know what it is. (Pause. Forcibly.) Come on now, what is the object of this invasion? (Pause.) It was a glorious bright day, I remember, fifty by the heliometer, but already the sun was sinking down into the ... down among the dead. (Normal voice.) Nicely put, that. (Narrative tone.) Come on now, come on, present your petition and let me resume my labors. (Pause. Normal tone.) There’s English for you. Ah well ... (Narrative tone.) It was then he took the plunge. It’s my little one, he said. Tsstss, a little one, that’s bad. My little boy, he said, as if the sex mattered. Where did he come from? He named the hole. A good half-day, on horse. What are you insinuating? That the place is still inhabited? No no, not a soul, except himself and the child - assuming he existed. Good. I enquired about the situation at Kov, beyond the gulf. Not a sinner. Good. And you expect me to believe you have left your little one back there, all alone, and alive into the bargain? Come now! (Pause.) It was a howling day, I remember, a hundred by the anenometer. The wind was tearing up the dead pines and sweeping them ... away. (Pause. Normal tone.) A feeble bit, that. (Narrative tone.) Come on, man, speak up, what is it you want from me, I have to put up my holly. (Pause.) Well to make it short it finally transpired that what he wanted from me was ... bread for his brat? Bread? But I have no bread, it doesn’t agree with me. Good. Then perhaps a little corn? (Pause. Normal tone.) That should do it. (Narrative tone.) Corn, yes, I have corn, it’s true, in my granaries. But use your head. I give you some corn, a pound, a pound and a half, you bring it back to your child and you make him - if he’s still alive - a nice pot of porridge. (Falcon reacts.) a nice pot and a half of porridge, full of nourishment. Good. The colors come back into his little cheeks - perhaps. And then? (Pause.) I lost patience. (Violently.) Use your head, can’t you, use your head. You’re on earth, there’s no cure for that! (Pause.) It was an exceedingly dry day, I remember, zero by the hygrometer. Ideal weather, for my lumbago. (Pause. Violently.) But what in God’s name do you imagine? That the earth will awake in the spring? That the rivers and seas will run with fish again? That there’s manna in heaven still for imbeciles like you? (Pause.) Gradually I cooled down, sufficiently at least to ask him how long he had taken on the way. Three whole days. Good. In what condition he had left the child. Deep in sleep. (Forcibly.) But deep in what sleep, deep in what sleep already? (Pause.) Well to make it short I finally offered to take him into my service. He had touched a chord. And then I imagined already that I wasn’t much longer for this world. (He laughs. Pause.) Well? (Pause.) Well? Here if you were careful you might die a nice natural death, in peace and comfort. (Pause.) Well? (Pause.) In the end he asked me would I consent to take in the child as well - if he were still alive. (Pause.) It was the moment I was waiting for. (Pause.) Would I consent to take in the child ... (Pause.) I can see him still, down on his knees, his hands flat on the ground, glaring at me with his mad eyes, in defiance of my wishes. (Pause. Normal tone.) I’ll soon have finished with this story. (Pause.) Unless I bring in other characters. (Pause.) But where would I find them? (Pause.) Where would I look for them? (Pause. He whistles. Enter Shuri.) Let us pray to God.

Mantis: Me sugar-plum!

Black Panther: There’s a rat in the kitchen!

Ant-Man: A rat! Are there still rats?

Nebula: In the kitchen there’s one.

Ant-Man: And you haven’t exterminated him?

Groot: Half. You disturbed us.

Ant-Man: He can’t get away?

Black Panther: No.

Thor: You’ll finish him later. Let us pray to God.

Thanos: Again!

Grandmaster: Me sugar-plum!

Captain Marvel: God first! (Pause.) Are you right?

Black Panther (resigned): Off we go.

Thor (to Groot): And you?

Thanos (clasping his hands, closing his eyes, in a gabble): Our Father which art -

Cap: Silence! In silence! Where are your manners? (Pause.) Off we go. (Attitudes of prayer. Silence. Abandoning his attitude, discouraged.) Well?

Black Panther (abandoning his attitude): What a hope! And you?

Spiderman: Sweet damn all! (To Thanos.) And you?

Black Panther: Wait! (Pause. Abandoning his attitude.) Nothing doing!

Cap: The bastard!! He doesn’t exist.

Thanos: Not yet.

Grandmaster: Me sugar-plum!

Gamora: There are no more sugar plums! (Pause.)

Black Panther: It’s natural. After all I’m your father. It’s true if it hadn’t been me it would have been someone else. But that’s no excuse. (Pause.) Turkish Delight, for example, which no longer exists, we all know that, there is nothing in the world I love more. And one day I’ll ask you for some, in return for a kindness, and you’ll promise it to me. One must live with the times. (Pause.) Whom did you call when you were a tiny boy, and were frightened, in the dark? Your mother? No. Me. We let you cry. Then we moved you out of earshot, so that we might sleep in peace. (Pause.) I was asleep, as happy as a king, and you woke me up to have me listen to you. It wasn’t indispensable, you didn’t really need to have me listen to you. (Pause.) I hope the day will come when you’ll really need to have me listen to you, and need to hear my voice, any voice. (Pause.) Yes, I hope I’ll live till then, to hear you calling me like when you were a tiny boy, and were frightened, in the dark, and I was your only hope. (Pause. Black Panther knocks on lid of Black Panther ’s bin. Pause.) Black Panther! (Pause. He knocks louder. Pause. Louder.) Black Panther! (Pause. Black Panther sinks back into his bin, closes the lid behind him. Pause.) Captain Marvel: Our revels now are ended. (He gropes for the dog.) The dog’s gone.

Hulk: He’s not a real dog, he can’t go.

Spiderman (groping): He’s not there.

Hulk: He’s lain down.

Captain Marvel: Give him up to me. (Iron Man picks up the dog and gives it to Captain Marvel. Captain Marvel holds it in his arms. Pause. Captain Marvel throws away the dog.) Dirty brute! (Iron Man begins to pick up the objects lying on the ground.) What are you doing?

Iron Man: Putting things in order. (He straightens up. Fervently.) I’m going to clear everything away! (He starts picking up again.)

Thor: Order!

Iron Man (straightening up): I love order. It’s my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust. (He starts picking up again.)

Thor (exasperated): What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?

Thanos (straightening up): I’m doing my best to create a little order.

Spiderman: Drop it! (Iron Man drops the objects he has picked up.)

Iron Man: After all, there or elsewhere. (He goes towards door.)

Gamora (irritably): What’s wrong with your feet?

Hulk: My feet?

Spiderman: Tramp! Tramp!

Black Panther: I must have put on my boots.

Gamora: Your slippers were hurting you? (Pause.)

Hulk: I’ll leave you.

Cap: No!

Iron Man: What is there to keep me here?

Captain Marvel: The dialogue. (Pause.) I’ve got on with my story. (Pause.) I’ve got on with it well. (Pause. Irritably.) Ask me where I’ve got to.

Black Panther: Oh, by the way, your story?

Captain Marvel (surprised): What story?

Black Panther: The one you’ve been telling yourself all your days.

Cap: Ah you mean my chronicle?

Black Panther: That’s the one. (Pause.)

Cap (angrily): Keep going, can’t you, keep going!

Iron Man: You’ve got on with it, I hope.

Gamora (modestly): Oh not very far, not very far. (He sighs.) There are days like that, one isn’t inspired. (Pause.) Nothing you can do about it, just wait for it to come. (Pause.) No forcing, no forcing, it’s fatal. (Pause.) I’ve got on with it a little all the same. (Pause.) Technique, you know. (Pause. Irritably.) I say I’ve got on with it a little all the same.

Hulk (admiringly): Well I never! In spite of everything you were able to get on with it!

Cap (modestly): Oh not very far, you know, not very far, but nevertheless, better than nothing.

Iron Man: Better than nothing! Is it possible?

Spiderman: I’ll tell you how it goes. He comes crawling on his belly -

Thanos: Who?

Cap: What?

Iron Man: Who do you mean, he?

Thor: Who do I mean! Yet another.

Thanos: Ah him. I wasn’t sure.

Cap: Crawling on his belly, whining for bread for his brat. He’s offered a job as gardener. Before - (Black Panther bursts out laughing.) What is there so funny about that?

Thanos: A job as gardener!

Captain Marvel: Is that what tickles you?

Iron Man: It must be that.

Captain Marvel: It wouldn’t be the bread?

Black Panther: Or the brat. (Pause.)

Cap: The whole thing is comical, I grant you that. What about having a good guffaw, the two of us together?

Iron Man (after reflection): I couldn’t guffaw again today.

Spiderman (after reflection): Nor I. (Pause.) I continue then. Before accepting with gratitude he asks if he may have his little boy with him.

Iron Man: What age?

Cap: Oh tiny.

Hulk: He would have climbed the trees.

Thor: All the little odd jobs.

Black Panther: And then he would have grown up.

Spiderman: Very likely. (Pause.)

Thanos: Keep going, can’t you, keep going?

Captain Marvel: That’s all. I stopped there. (Pause.)

Hulk: Do you see how it goes on?

Spiderman: More or less.

Hulk: Will it not soon be the end?

Captain Marvel: I’m afraid it will.

Hulk: Pah! You’ll make up another.

Captain Marvel: I don’t know. (Pause.) I feel rather drained. (Pause.) The prolonged creative effort. (Pause.) If I could drag myself down to the sea! I’d make a pillow of sand for my head and the tide would come.

Thanos: There’s no more tide. (Pause.)

Gamora: Go and see is she dead. (Thanos goes to bins, raises the lid of Hank Pym ’s, stoops, looks into it. Pause.)

Thanos: Looks like it. (He closes the lid, straightens up. Captain Marvel raises his toque. Pause. He puts it on again.)

Gamora (with his hand to his toque): And Groot? (Hulk raises lid of Groot’s bin, stoops, looks into it. Pause.)

Iron Man: Doesn’t look like it. (He closes the lid, straightens up.) Captain Marvel (letting go his toque): What’s he doing? (Iron Man raises lid of Scarlet Witch’s bin, stoops, looks into it. Pause.)

Iron Man: He’s crying. (He closes lid, straightens up.) Thor: Then he’s living. (Pause.) Did you ever have an instant of happiness?

Black Panther:

Not to my knowledge. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: Bring me under the window. (Hulk goes towards chair.) I want to feel the light on my face. (Hulk pushes chair.) Do you remember, in the beginning, when you took me for a turn? You used to hold the chair too high. At every step you nearly tipped me out. (With senile quaver.) Ah great fun, we had, the two of us, great fun. (Gloomily.) And then we got into the way of it. (Hulk stops the chair under window right.) There already? (Pause. He tilts back his head.) Is it light?

Thanos: It isn’t dark.

Cap (angrily): I’m asking you is it light?

Hulk: Yes. (Pause.)

Thor: The curtain isn’t closed?

Thanos: No.

Spiderman: What window is it?

Black Panther: The earth.

Spiderman: I knew it! (Angrily.) But there’s no light there! The other! (Iron Man pushes chair towards window left.) The earth! (Iron Man stops the chair under window left. Spiderman tilts back his head.) That’s what I call light! (Pause.) Feels like a ray of sunshine. (Pause.) No?

Iron Man: No.

Spiderman: It isn’t a ray of sunshine I feel on my face?

Iron Man: No. (Pause.)

Spiderman: Am I very white? (Pause. Angrily.) I’m asking you am I very white?

Thanos: Not more so than usual. (Pause.)

Cap: Open the window.

Iron Man: What for?

Cap: I want to hear the sea.

Hulk: You wouldn’t hear it.

Gamora: Even if you opened the window?

Thanos: No.

Thor: Than it’s not worth while opening it?

Iron Man: No.

Captain Marvel (violently): Than open it! (Black Panther gets up on the ladder, opens the window. Pause.) Have you opened it?

Iron Man: Yes. (Pause.)

Thor: You swear you’ve opened it?

Iron Man: Yes. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: Well ...! (Pause.) It must be very calm. (Pause. Violently.) I’m asking you is it very calm!

Black Panther: Yes.

Cap: It’s because there are no more navigators. (Pause.) You haven’t much conversation all of a sudden. Do you not feel well?

Thanos: I’m cold.

Captain Marvel: What month are we? (Pause.) Close the window, we’re going back. (Hulk closes the window, gets down, pushes the chair back to its place, remains standing behind it, head bowed.) Don’t stand there, you give me the shivers! (Hulk returns to his place beside the chair.) Father! (Pause. Louder.) Father! (Pause.) Go and see did he hear me. (Hulk goes to Groot’s bin, raises the lid, stoops. Unintelligible words. Hulk straightens up.)

Iron Man: Yes.

Captain Marvel: Both times? (Hulk stoops. As before.)

Iron Man: Once only.

Cap: The first time or the second? (Iron Man stoops. As before.)

Iron Man: He doesn’t know.

Gamora: It must have been the second.

Iron Man: We’ll never know. (He closes lid.)

Thor: Is he still crying?

Black Panther: No.

Gamora: The dead go fast. (Pause.) What’s he doing?

Black Panther: Sucking his biscuit.

Captain Marvel: Life goes on. (Black Panther returns to his place beside the chair.) Give me the rug, I’m freezing.

Black Panther: There are no more rugs. (Pause.)

Spiderman: Kiss me. (Pause.) Will you not kiss me?

Iron Man: No.

Captain Marvel: On the forehead.

Iron Man: I won’t kiss you anywhere. (Pause.)

Gamora (holding out his hand): Give me your hand at least. (Pause.) Will you not give me your hand?

Thanos: I won’t touch you. (Pause.)

Captain Marvel: Give me the dog. (Hulk looks round for the dog.) No!

Iron Man: Do you not want your dog?

Gamora: No.

Black Panther: Then I’ll leave you.

Spiderman (head bowed, absently): That’s right. (Iron Man goes to door, turns.)

Thanos: If I don’t kill that rat he’ll die.

Gamora (as before): That’s right. (Exit Hulk. Pause.) Me to play. (He takes out his handkerchief, unfolds it, holds it spread out before him.) We’re getting on. (Pause.) You weep, and weep, for nothing, so as not to laugh, and little by little ... you begin to grieve. (He folds the handkerchief, puts it back in his pocket, raises his head.) All those I might have helped. (Pause.) Helped! (Pause.) Saved. (Pause.) Saved! (Pause.) The place was crawling with them (Pause. Violently.) Use your head, can’t you, use your head, you’re on earth, there’s no cure for that! (Pause.) Get out of here and love one another! Lick your neighbor as yourself! (Pause. Calmer.) When it wasn’t bread they wanted it was crumpets. (Pause. Violently.) Out of my sight and back to your petting parties! (Pause.) All that, all that! (Pause.) Not even a real dog! (Calmer.) The end is in the beginning and yet you go on. (Pause.) Perhaps I could go on with my story, end it and begin another. (Pause.) Perhaps I could throw myself out on the floor. (He pushes himself painfully off his seat, falls back again.) Dig my nails into the cracks and drag myself forward with my fingers. (Pause.) It will be the end and there I’ll be, wondering what can have brought it on and wondering what can have ... (he hesitates) ... why it was so long coming. (Pause.) There I’ll be, in the old shelter, alone against the silence and ... (he hesitates) ... the stillness. If I can hold my peace, and sit quiet, it will be all over with sound, and motion, all over and done with. (Pause.) I’ll have called my father and I’ll have called my ... (he hesitates) ... my son. And even twice, or three times, in case they shouldn’t have heard me, the first time, or the second. (Pause.) I’ll say to myself, He’ll come back. (Pause.) And then? (Pause.) And then? (Pause.) He couldn’t, He has gone too far. (Pause.) And then? (Pause. Very agitated.) All kinds of fantasies! That I’m being watched! A rat! Steps! Breath held and then ... (He breathes out.) Then babble, babble, words, like the solitary child who turns himself into children, two, three, so as to be together, and whisper together, in the dark. (Pause.) Moment upon moment, pattering down, like the millet grains of ... (he hesitates) ... that old Greek, and all life long you wait for that to mount up to a life. (Pause. He opens his mouth to continue, renounces.) Ah let’s get it over! (He whistles. Enter Hulk with alarm-clock. He halts beside the chair.) What? Neither gone nor dead?

Thanos: In spirit only.

Cap: Which?

Hulk: Both.

Cap: Gone from me you’d be dead.

Iron Man: And vice versa.

Cap: Outside of here it’s death! (Pause.) And the rat?

Black Panther: He’s got away.

Cap: He can’t go far. (Pause. Anxious.) Eh?

Black Panther: He doesn’t need to go far. (Pause.) Spiderman: Is it not time for my pain-killer?

Thanos: Yes.

Cap: Ah! At last! Give it to me! Quick! (Pause.)

Hulk: There’s no more pain-killer. (Pause.) 

Gamora (appalled): Good ...! (Pause.) No more pain-killer!

Thanos: No more pain-killer. You’ll never get any more pain-killer. (Pause.)

Gamora: But the little round box. It was full!

Thanos: Yes. But now it’s empty. (Pause. Thanos starts to move about the room. He is looking for a place to put down the alarm-clock.)

Cap (soft): What’ll I do? (Pause. In a scream.) What’ll I do? (Thanos sees the picture, takes it down, stands it on the floor with its face to the wall, hangs up the alarm-clock in its place.) What are you doing?

Thanos: Winding up.

Captain Marvel: Look at the earth.

Thanos: Again!

Thor: Since it’s calling to you.

Black Panther: Is your throat sore? (Pause.) Would you like a lozenge? (Pause.) No. (Pause.) Pity. (Black Panther goes, humming, towards window right, halts before it, looks up at it.)

Captain Marvel: Don’t sing.

Iron Man (turning towards Captain Marvel): One hasn’t the right to sing any more?

Spiderman: No.

Hulk: Then how can it end?

Spiderman: You want it to end?

Iron Man: I want to sing.

Cap: I can’t prevent you. (Pause. Iron Man turns towards window right.)

Hulk: What did I do with that steps? (He looks around for ladder.) You didn’t see that steps? (He sees it.) Ah, about time. (He goes towards window left.) Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes over and I’m as lucid as before. (He gets up on ladder, looks out of window.) Christ, she’s under water! (He looks.) How can that be? (He pokes forward his head, his hand above his eyes.) It hasn’t rained. (He wipes the pane, looks. Pause.) Ah what a fool I am! I’m on the wrong side! (He gets down, takes a few steps towards window right.) Under water! (He goes back for ladder.) What a fool I am! (He carries ladder towards window right.) Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right senses. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever. (He sets down ladder under window right, gets up on it, looks out of window. He turns towards Gamora.) Any particular sector you fancy? Or merely the whole thing?

Captain Marvel: Whole thing.

Hulk: The general effect? Just a moment. (He looks out of window. Pause.)

Spiderman: Thanos.

Iron Man (absorbed): Mmm.

Thor: Do you know what it is?

Thanos (as before): Mmm.

Cap: I was never there. (Pause.) Hulk!

Iron Man (turning towards Spiderman, exasperated): What is it?

Gamora: I was never there.

Iron Man: Lucky for you. (He looks out of window.)

Gamora: Absent, always. It all happened without me. I don’t know what’s happened. (Pause.) Do you know what’s happened? (Pause.) Thanos!

Iron Man (turning towards Spiderman, exasperated): Do you want me to look at this muckheap, yes or no?

Captain Marvel: Answer me first.

Thanos: What?

Captain Marvel: Do you know what’s happened?

Iron Man: When? Where?

Gamora (violently): When! What’s happened? Use your head, can’t you! What has happened?

Black Panther: What for Christ’s sake does it matter? (He looks out of window.) Spiderman: I don’t know. 

(Pause. Black Panther turns towards Spiderman.) 

Black Panther (harshly): When old Mother Pegg asked you for oil for her lamp and you told her to get out to hell, you knew what was happening then, no? (Pause.) You know what she died of, Mother Pegg? Of darkness.

Spiderman (feebly): I hadn’t any.

Hulk (as before): Yes, you had. (Pause.)

Cap: Have you the glass?

Iron Man: No, it’s clear enough as it is.

Spiderman: Go and get it. (Pause. Black Panther casts up his eyes, brandishes his fists. He loses balance, clutches on to the ladder. He starts to get down, halts.)

Thanos: There’s one thing I’ll never understand. (He gets down.) Why I always obey you. Can you explain that to me?

Gamora: No ... Perhaps it’s compassion. (Pause.) A kind of great compassion. (Pause.) Oh you won’t find it easy, you won’t find it easy. (Pause. Thanos begins to move about the room in search of the telescope.)

Iron Man: I’m tired of our goings on, very tired. (He searches.) You’re not sitting on it? (He moves the chair, looks at the place where it stood, resumes his search.)

Cap (anguished): Don’t leave me there! (Angrily Iron Man restores the chair to its place.) Am I right in the center?

Hulk: You’d need a microscope to find this - (He sees the telescope.) Ah, about time. (He picks up the telescope, gets up on the ladder, turns the telescope on the without.)

Thor: Give me the dog.

Hulk (looking): Quiet!

Spiderman (angrily): Give me the dog! (Thanos drops the telescope, clasps his hands to his head. Pause. He gets down precipitately, looks for the dog, sees it, picks it up, hastens towards Spiderman and strikes him violently on the head with the dog.)

Iron Man: There’s your dog for you. (The dog falls to the ground. Pause.)

Spiderman: He hit me!

Iron Man: You drive me mad, I’m mad!

Spiderman: If you must hit me, hit me with the axe. (Pause.) Or with the gaff, hit me with the gaff. Not with the dog. With the gaff. Or with the axe. (Iron Man picks up the dog and gives it to Spiderman who takes it in his arms.)

Black Panther (impatiently): Let’s stop playing!

Cap: Never! (Pause.) Put me in my coffin.

Hulk: There are no more coffins.

Thor: Then let it end! (Black Panther goes towards ladder.) With a bang! (Black Panther gets up on ladder, gets down again, looks for telescope, sees it, picks it up, gets up on ladder, raises telescope.) Of darkness! And me? Did anyone ever have pity on me?

Hulk (lowering the telescope, turning towards Captain Marvel): What? (Pause.) Is it me you’re referring to?

Captain Marvel (angrily): An aside, ape! Did you never hear an aside before? (Pause.) I’m warming up for my last soliloquy.

Thanos: I warn you. I’m going to look at this filth since it’s an order. But it’s the last time. (He turns the telescope on the without.) Let’s see. (He moves the telescope.) Nothing ... nothing ... good ... good ... nothing ... goo - (He starts, lowers the telescope, examines it, turns it again on the without. Pause.) Bad luck to it!

Thor: More complications! (Hulk gets down.) Not an underplot, I trust. (Hulk moves ladder nearer window, gets up on it, turns telescope on the without.)

Thanos (dismayed): Looks like a small boy!

Cap (sarcastic): A small ... boy!

Thanos: I’ll go and see. (He gets down, drops the telescope, goes towards door, turns.) I’ll take the gaff. (He looks for the gaff, sees it, picks it up, hastens towards door.)

Cap: No! (Thanos halts.)

Hulk: No? A potential procreator?

Captain Marvel: If he exists he’ll die there or he’ll come here. And if he doesn’t ... (Pause.)

Hulk: You don’t believe me? You think I’m inventing? (Pause.)

Gamora: It’s the end, Black Panther, we’ve come to the end. I don’t need you any more. (Pause.)

Iron Man: Lucky for you. (He goes towards door.)

Cap: Leave me the gaff. (Hulk gives him the gaff, goes towards door, halts, looks at alarm-clock, takes it down, looks round for a better place to put it, goes to bins, puts it on lid of Scarlet Witch’s bin. Pause.)

Thanos: I’ll leave you. (He goes towards door.)

Captain Marvel: Before you go ... (Black Panther halts near door.) ... say something.

Thanos: There is nothing to say.

Thor: A few words ... to ponder ... in my heart.

Black Panther: Your heart!

Gamora: Yes. (Pause. Forcibly.) Yes! (Pause.) With the rest, in the end, the shadows, the murmurs, all the trouble, to end up with. (Pause.)

Hulk ... He never spoke to me. Then, in the end, before he went, without my having asked him, he spoke to me. He said ...

Iron Man (despairingly): Ah ...!

Spiderman: Something ... from your heart.

Thanos: My heart!

Gamora: A few words ... from your heart. (Pause.)

Hulk (fixed gaze, tonelessly, towards auditorium): They said to me, That’s love, yes, yes, not a doubt, now you see how -

Thor: Articulate!

Black Panther (as before): How easy it is. They said to me, That’s friendship, yes, yes, no question, you’ve found it. They said to me, Here’s the place, stop, raise your head and look at all that beauty. That order! They said to me, Come now, you’re not a brute beast, think upon these things and you’ll see how all becomes clear. And simple! They said to me, What skilled attention they get, all these dying of their wounds.

Captain Marvel: Enough!

Hulk (as before): I say to myself - sometimes, Hulk, you must learn to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you - one day. I say to myself - sometimes, Hulk, you must be better than that if you want them to let you go - one day. But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it’ll never end, I’ll never go. (Pause.) Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain - sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say. (Pause.) I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit. (Pause.) It’s easy going. (Pause.) When I fall I’ll weep for happiness. (Pause. He goes towards door.)

Thor: Iron Man! (Iron Man halts, without turning.) Nothing. (Iron Man moves on.) Iron Man! (Iron Man halts, without turning.)

Iron Man: This is what we call making an exit.

Cap: I’m obliged to you, Black Panther. For your services.

Black Panther (turning sharply): Ah pardon, it’s I am obliged to you.

Captain Marvel: It’s we are obliged to each other. 
(Pause. Black Panther goes towards door.) 
One thing more. 
(Black Panther halts.) 
A last favor. 
(Exit Black Panther.) 
Cover me with the sheet. 
(Long pause.) 
No? Good. 
(Pause.) 
Me to play. 
(Pause. Wearily.) 
Old endgame lost of old, play and lose and have done with losing. 
(Pause. More animated.) 
Let me see. 
(Pause.) 
Ah yes! 
(He tries to move the chair, using the gaff as before. Enter Black Panther, dressed for the road. Panama hat, tweed coat, raincoat over his arm, umbrella, bag. He halts by the door and stands there, impassive and motionless, his eyes fixed on Captain Marvel, till the end.) 
Captain Marvel gives up: 
Good. 
(Pause.) 
Discard. 
(He throws away the gaff, makes to throw away the dog, thinks better of it.) 
Take it easy. 
(Pause.) 
And now? 
(Pause.) 
Raise hat. 
(He raises his toque.) 
Peace to our ... arses. 
(Pause.) 
And put on again. 
(He puts on his toque.) 
Deuce. 
(Pause. He takes off his glasses.) 
Wipe. 
(He takes out his handkerchief and, without unfolding it, wipes his glasses.) 
And put on again. 
(He puts on his glasses, puts back the handkerchief in his pocket.) 
We’re coming. A few more squirms like that and I’ll call. 
(Pause.) 
A little poetry. 
(Pause.) 
You prayed - 
(Pause. He corrects himself.) 
You cried for night; it comes - 
(Pause. He corrects himself.) 
It falls: now cry in darkness. 
(He repeats, chanting.) 
You cried for night; it falls: now cry in darkness. 
(Pause.) 
Nicely put, that. 
(Pause.) 
And now? 
(Pause.) 
Moments for nothing, now as always, time was never and time is over, reckoning closed and story ended. 
(Pause. Narrative tone.) 
If he could have his child with him ... 
(Pause.) 
It was the moment I was waiting for. 
(Pause.) 
You don’t want to abandon him? You want him to bloom while you are withering? Be there to solace your last million last moments? 
(Pause.) 
He doesn’t realize, all he knows is hunger, and cold, and death to crown it all. But you! You ought to know what the earth is like, nowadays. Oh I put him before his responsibilities! 
(Pause. Normal tone.) 
Well, there we are, there I am, that’s enough. 
(He raises the whistle to his lips, hesitates, drops it. Pause.) 
Yes, truly! 
(He whistles. Pause. Louder. Pause.) 
Good. 
(Pause.) 
Father! 
(Pause. Louder.) 
Father! 
(Pause.) 
Good. 
(Pause.) 
We’re coming. 
(Pause.) 
And to end up with? 
(Pause.) 
Discard. 
(He throws away the dog. He tears the whistle from his neck.) 
With my compliments. 
(He throws the whistle towards the auditorium. Pause. He sniffs. Soft.) 
Black Panther! 
(Long pause.) 
No? Good. 
(He takes out the handkerchief.) 
Since that’s the way we’re playing it ... 
(he unfolds handkerchief) 
... let’s play it that way ... 
(he unfolds) 
... and speak no more about it ... 
(he finishes unfolding) 
... speak no more. 
(He holds handkerchief spread out before him.) 
Old stancher! 
(Pause.) 
You ... remain. 
(Pause. He covers his face with handkerchief, lowers his arms to armrests, remains motionless.)