(Quite sanely) The world's just not ready for it yet. But
it will be. When the chaos comes.
The ones you left behind, your family, were robbed of
happiness in life. Mourning. Grieving. Thinking you
were dead, and all the while you cruised on and on into
your fantasies. Well, your selfishness has killed you. To
the outside world anyway. Your soul is mad.
You're being a little harsh. Anyway. You've got the
wrong man. Zahaz is my name. I don't recall any
previous identity. (Hisses and holds up the ring) Snake-eyes! FAWCETT goes. BRIAN speaks to audience. BRIAN
That was Daddy, alright. No mistaking those steel grey
eyes. What a tragedy is here. A life spent to no useful
end. All of it a search for illusions. Is there anything of
true virtue in Daddy's life's work? But how much virtue
is there in anyone's life's work for that matter? The
question is staggering in it's implication. Good…I've got
it off my chest. Now back home to my little Ruthie who
never did anyone a jot of harm. The first thing I'm
going to do is hand those blasted secret archives to the
dustman! Uneasy music. The set moves and light changes to reveal…
SCENE SEVEN. "DEAD HORSE CAMP" CO-ORDINATES. JUNGLE.
Night. Loud noises of nocturnal wildlife. ALBERT sits crouched and looks ragged. He swigs from a bottle. He is watched by "M."
Here I am at "Dead Horse Camp", where Fawcett's
horse died. Its bones are there, my co-ordinates are
right. Before I left home, I had a last look round my
garden. There was a little hazel tree that Jess gave me
for my birthday. It was magical that little tree. But it
didn't look well. Symbolizing the end of us. "Why
should you live when all that's dead?" I took a spade
and started to dig it up. I explained " I think it right
that you should go. You only bring up painful
memory!". I struggled with it for several minutes. It
took me nearly half an hour to overcome that little
tree. It really fought for its life. Branches sprung at my
face and cut me ferociously. I finally managed to break
its trunk but I just couldn't dig up those roots. I gave
up. They're still there, alive under the ground….damn
SCENE EIGHT. BRIAN'S BUNGALOW, CARLISLE.
RUTH on the phone to JOAN.
…He's sleeping. Utterly exhausted. I am so relieved
Joan. If anything happened to Brian I don't know what
I'd do… Well he's complaining of a bladder problem. He
saw the doctor who can't find anything wrong…I don't
think it's anything….No, he didn't…. Not a thing,
Joan…No…no… He didn't find a single clue…I'm so
sorry. He says in Brazil the Fawcett enigma is ancient
history and time has moved on. It was a
disappointment…yes… and he's so glad to be out of
that terrible place.
BRIAN appears in dressing gown and pyjamas. He mouths; BRIAN
I'll ring her later.
He'll ring you later, of course…Alright then… Love to
you both. Good-bye dear. Bye.
(To BRIAN) How are you feeling, darling?
Different. Not surprising. What a country.
I was so worried. Thank God you survived.
She almost breaks down.
(Laughing) Survived! Yes. I think I survived. I'm not
sure though. Ah well. Back to the house chores. Has
the mouse been around?
No. I was totally lonely. Not even "Mickey" for
company. (She laughs). I'll make you some tea.
She starts to go. BRIAN
Thank you. Ruthie! Could you put on that Tchaikovsky
record on your way? Thanks.
She goes out. BRIAN
(To audience) Well…"M" has been keeping a low profile.
I'm not surprised. How wrong can you get "M"?
I am not wrong!
Her head appears from behind the sofa and she gets up angrily. Waltz Music. "M"
And don't speak to me in that tone!
I've trusted you for a long time. You enchanted me in
the garden at Up Lyme when I was just a child, rolling
around in the daisies . You took over my being. You
taught me everything I know about the universe. You
explained Daddy and Jack's fate… which I now find out
was not as you claim.
(Wearily) Well, my dear. It seems I haven't made such
a good job of teaching you if you can't see the truth
when it's in front of your face. Perhaps they found their
metier in a way that you and the material world of
modern civilization just can't recognize.
But they didn't find any cities. They didn't hand Jack
over to the Guardians. My father didn't expire in a puff
of smoke and rise to the heavens on a golden cloud...
Its hard to accept that my father's extraordinary career
was all to no purpose. A lifetime of sacrifice and
suffering. For what?
You don't understand different dimensions. Some
parallel to each other. You don't understand Time and
vibrations! Your father and Jack both failed and succeeded. Quantum physics! Parallel dimensions
giving opposing outcomes! And that is where we siths
can wipe the floor with your stupid phoney logic! BRIAN is about to argue back when RUTH sweeps in with the tea. RUTH
I've got your favourite cup-cakes.
I'm really thinking of leaving you. You fail to interest
me. You've become pedestrian.
But, what darling? Do you prefer the lemon flavour.