Scene Ten

Later that night. Everyone is asleep in their rooms. FAT JORGE, drunk, has fallen asleep on the couch. His nightmare continues. The lights change. He gets up and takes on a position as if he’s hanging by his wrists from the ceiling. FLACA, in the family’s room, takes on the position of a woman hanging, as if crucified, from a wall. MANUEL, in his room, takes on the “man” character, also hanging. The remainder of the cast moans and weeps.

MAN:

Tortured you badly.

FAT JORGE:

Yeah.

MAN:

Got you on the street?

FAT JORGE:

No. At the bank.

MAN:

Bank of America?

FAT JORGE:

Bank of Chile.

MAN:

So. We’re robbing national banks now too.

FAT JORGE:

Robbing?

MAN:

Was your whole cell caught?

FAT JORGE:

Uh—

MAN:

Or just you?

FAT JORGE:

I was working at the bank and—I’m an accountant—and they raided the place. I think they wanted the guy who works at the desk next to mine. He’s been missing for days—

MAN:

You weren’t robbing the bank?

FAT JORGE:

No! I’m not a common criminal—

MAN:

I mean for the cause.

FAT JORGE:

The cause?

MAN:

Robbing the bank as a revolutionary, anti-imperialist act—

FAT JORGE:

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

MAN:

They wanted your colleague.

FAT JORGE screams, runs to the window, opens it and pukes. FLACA runs down the stairs.

FLACA:

(rubbing his back) It’s okay, my little big bear, everything’s going to be okay.