Scene Four

FAT JORGE wakes up screaming. He runs to the window in the lobby, opens it, and pukes. FLACA runs down the stairs.

FLACA:

Are you okay?

FAT JORGE:

Yeah, I’m alright.

Pause.

FLACA:

Maybe if you talk about it you won’t dream about it anymore.

FAT JORGE:

I won’t talk about it.

FLACA:

Where’s this new man you say you’ve become?

FAT JORGE:

I won’t talk about it. I can’t take it.

FLACA:

Fat Jorge, you MUST take it.

FAT JORGE:

Jesus Christ, woman, can’t you see I’m weak?! Look at me, woman, I’m weak! I’m not like you!

FLACA:

We’re all different—

FAT JORGE:

No. I’m not talking about differences. I’m talking about fucking weakness.

FLACA:

I was more prepared for what happened than you—

FAT JORGE:

Woman, understand what I’m trying to tell you: if I had taken that oath I would have broken it. Fast.

FLACA:

I—

FAT JORGE:

I’m like a child, a broken bone—

FLACA:

And if you don’t deal with what happened—

FAT JORGE:

Flaca, I’m a traitor.

FLACA:

Because we’re in exile?

FAT JORGE:

No.

Pause.

FLACA:

You broke.

FAT JORGE nods.

FLACA:

You gave someone away.

FAT JORGE:

Time stood still. Or went on forever. I don’t know. I couldn’t tell.

FLACA:

Who did you give away?

FAT JORGE:

I told them about my colleague.

FLACA:

What did you tell them?

FAT JORGE:

He’s the one they wanted. I told them details of his family. Of his hang-outs. Of his life.

FLACA:

You mean Cesar?

FAT JORGE nods.

FAT JORGE:

It must have worked. ’Cause they let me go after that.

FLACA:

They probably would have found him anyway—

FAT JORGE:

I don’t know. All I know is that by that time I had to talk.

FLACA:

Everybody talked, Fat Jorge, everybody. No one was prepared for what happened.

FAT JORGE:

Except you. You were prepared.

FLACA:

No, I wasn’t.

FAT JORGE:

You didn’t talk.

FLACA:

I couldn’t.

FAT JORGE:

But I could. And I did.

FLACA:

We’re here now, Fat Jorge. Here.

FLACA goes to the bedroom. After a moment, FAT JORGE follows.