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Authors: Taniform Martin Wanki
Tags: Death, África, Greed, War, Politics, Business, Murder, doctor, African, medicine, life, santa, life after death, obsessive, Creation, religious fanaticism, creator, mans will, pagans, leaders
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Act 3 Sc 3
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In the room Carlos is to occupy
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( The room is not very different from Sandiâs with no furniture and only a bare floor. There is no window and the door is half broken)
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Messenger : This will be your room for now. Do you have any question?
Carlos : Can I have even a couch on which I can lay my head?
Messenger : Iâm afraid that is not possible. What you have been given is what you deserve. That is it. ( Exits while Sandi, William and stone enter the room )
Carlos: Listen boys, down there I was a president and I have billions kept in banks around the world. With that money, someone can buy a whole country. What do you guy say about getting rich and owning the best things money could possibly buy? If you help me to get out of this place I will give you any amount of money you want. I saw that crying outside there without trying to get out first was stupid.
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( All three explode with laughter. William rolls on the ground and continues laughing )
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Carlos : What is wrong with you guys? What is funny in what Iâve said?
William : I was master of the law when I was down there. I had all the money in the world. I could do whatever I wanted. But there comes a time when you must leave all those things down there. All those things belong to that world down there. They have no use here. Also, once you leave that world, you can never go back just as, when you enter that gate, you never get out. This is where you belong now. So try to get use to it.
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Carlos: I thought you went to wait for others who might be coming in here at the gate. What are you doing here?
Messenger : ( very calmly ) Iâm here to clear any doubts you may have incase you start feeling that you are here unjustly.
Carlos : There I think you are right⦠Iâm here unjustly. I asked you to open that gate so that I could go back to a palace which cost me billions to build and you refused. In it, I have the same furniture that was made in the days of Louis XIV and my bed alone is the worldâs best. It is now empty while Iâm here crawling on a bare floor which is very dusty.
Messenger : Who tells you that it is still empty? The person who has been fighting for decades to save the people from you now occupies it. The people really love him and see him as a savior. He has started doing what you couldnât do for the people by respecting their wishes.
Carlos : ( weeps ) how can that bastard occupy my palace? He does not even know how much I spent in it.
Messenger : It is not his place to know. He equally paid taxes which you used in building it. Anyway that is not what is important now. Tell me, why did you steal the poor tax payerâs money and transferred into foreign banks?
Carlos : ( Tears dry up ) I donât like that word steal. Donât you have any sense of diplomacy? That word is too degrading and only people who are suffering from chronic diplomatic illiteracy use it the way it is, especially with important people like me. Please, I did not steal the money as you put it. I took some which was at my disposal. I cannot steal what is at my disposal. As for why I had to put it in foreign banks, you know that politics is a very uncertain game. You can never tell which wind would blow you off at any given time. If a criminal like the one you say now occupies my palace were to come after you and you succeed in running out of the country only to find yourself in a strange one without money, tell me what would happen to you.
Messenger : Is that why you had to keep it in so many accounts in many different countries?
Carlos : Yes of course. When you are running for your dear life, do you choose where to run to?
Messenger : Why didnât you invest that money in the country you governed whereas you claimed to be its number one citizen? Why didnât you build hospitals, open up roads, generate power, create state owned
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Act 3 Sc 3
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In the room Carlos is to occupy
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( The room is not very different from Sandiâs with no furniture and only a bare floor. There is no window and the door is half broken)
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Messenger : This will be your room for now. Do you have any question?
Carlos : Can I have even a couch on which I can lay my head?
Messenger : Iâm afraid that is not possible. What you have been given is what you deserve. That is it. ( Exits while Sandi, William and stone enter the room )
Carlos: Listen boys, down there I was a president and I have billions kept in banks around the world. With that money, someone can buy a whole country. What do you guy say about getting rich and owning the best things money could possibly buy? If you help me to get out of this place I will give you any amount of money you want. I saw that crying outside there without trying to get out first was stupid.
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( All three explode with laughter. William rolls on the ground and continues laughing )
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Carlos : What is wrong with you guys? What is funny in what Iâve said?
William : I was master of the law when I was down there. I had all the money in the world. I could do whatever I wanted. But there comes a time when you must leave all those things down there. All those things belong to that world down there. They have no use here. Also, once you leave that world, you can never go back just as, when you enter that gate, you never get out. This is where you belong now. So try to get use to it.
Â
( Re-enters Messenger )
Â
Carlos: I thought you went to wait for others who might be coming in here at the gate. What are you doing here?
Messenger : ( very calmly ) Iâm here to clear any doubts you may have incase you start feeling that you are here unjustly.
Carlos : There I think you are right⦠Iâm here unjustly. I asked you to open that gate so that I could go back to a palace which cost me billions to build and you refused. In it, I have the same furniture that was made in the days of Louis XIV and my bed alone is the worldâs best. It is now empty while Iâm here crawling on a bare floor which is very dusty.
Messenger : Who tells you that it is still empty? The person who has been fighting for decades to save the people from you now occupies it. The people really love him and see him as a savior. He has started doing what you couldnât do for the people by respecting their wishes.
Carlos : ( weeps ) how can that bastard occupy my palace? He does not even know how much I spent in it.
Messenger : It is not his place to know. He equally paid taxes which you used in building it. Anyway that is not what is important now. Tell me, why did you steal the poor tax payerâs money and transferred into foreign banks?
Carlos : ( Tears dry up ) I donât like that word steal. Donât you have any sense of diplomacy? That word is too degrading and only people who are suffering from chronic diplomatic illiteracy use it the way it is, especially with important people like me. Please, I did not steal the money as you put it. I took some which was at my disposal. I cannot steal what is at my disposal. As for why I had to put it in foreign banks, you know that politics is a very uncertain game. You can never tell which wind would blow you off at any given time. If a criminal like the one you say now occupies my palace were to come after you and you succeed in running out of the country only to find yourself in a strange one without money, tell me what would happen to you.
Messenger : Is that why you had to keep it in so many accounts in many different countries?
Carlos : Yes of course. When you are running for your dear life, do you choose where to run to?
Messenger : Why didnât you invest that money in the country you governed whereas you claimed to be its number one citizen? Why didnât you build hospitals, open up roads, generate power, create state owned
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